Laurel thought she was going to faint. She knew, vaguely, that some women would actually do what Dean wanted her to do, but she certainly wasn't one of them. Her old boyfriend hadn't even tried to get her to touch his prick with her lips in all the times he had talked her into jacking him off. Just her hands working on his spurting, white cum spewing pecker had always been enough for him… until the night at the party when he had fucked her at last.
"I… I don't know how to do what you want me to!" Laurel stammered, hoping that this would discourage the horny young cop. She whipped his cock up and down again, faster than before.
"Well, honey, it's for sure time you learned!" Dean said with a satanic grin, pulling Laurel's head into his lap with a quick grip on her strawberry blonde locks. "Now, just open that luscious little set of lips and stick that hot, wiggly tongue out!"
Yanked down over the head of his big cock, her hands still wrapped around its pulsing length, Laurel stared at the tiny slit in the center of the plum-sized tip like a bird mesmerized by a cobra. Dean increased the pull on her hair, drawing the almost hypnotized girl tight up in front of his throbbing cock, her mouth an easy tongue length away.
"Lick it, honey-girl! Just real easy, like it was a big, refreshing ice cream cone!" Dean urged Laurel in a soft, yet insistent voice, his hands stealing from her hair around to thee back of her head. He interlaced his fingers and tugged her head forward.
Knowing she didn't want to do the awful things he wanted her to, but too aroused to get up and leave – as she knew she should – Laurel slowly inched her tongue outward until it made contact with the head of Dean's huge cock. The effect was that of skin suddenly hitting red-hot metal, and Laurel yanked her tongue away from the scaring surface as quickly as she could react.
"Come on, sweet lips, you'll get used to it!" Dean encouraged the reluctant girl in a soft whisper. "You may even get to like it!"
Laurel shuddered at the thought, but she had to admit that the idea of pleasing this good-looking, sexy cop that she was half in love with, was a stronger force within her than her revulsion was. Sighing with acceptance and willing to try anything Dean wanted at least once, Laurel snaked out her tongue once more and planted it firmly, liquidly on the man's burning prick knob again.
"Ohhhh! That's it, darlin'," Dean moaned appreciatively. "Now move it all around! Lick me, baby! Lick my cockhead."
Laurel did as her man directed, her tongue swiping around the top of the large red tip, working its way slowly downward. Dean breathed hard and heavy, enjoying the warm oral massage as Laurel bean pumping his cock again as she moved her tongue all over his hard cockhead until it gleamed with her spittle and his pre-cum oozings.
"Aghhhh! Baby, that's enough jacking and licking!" Dean suddenly pleaded. "I don't want to cum yet. I want you to lick me. Lick all around my whole cock. Use that hot tongue of yours to get me good and wet… then suck me, baby! Suck my cock with those soft, sweet lips!"
The passion and lust of Dean's instructing, begging words set off a small, clenching spasm in the redhead's untouched cunt as she heard them. Dean's hands fell from her head and, slid under each of her dangling tits, cupping and squeezing the jellying flesh globes.
"Oooooooh! Ooo-kay!" Laurel murmured, the live-wire jolts of electricity coursing through her whole body again as the man toyed expertly with her stiff nipples.
Laurel licked the top of Dean's cock and let her tongue slide all the way down one side of his upthrust fuck-pole if tasted stronger, more masculine to the inexperienced girl, but she found she didn't mind at all.
The more of the heady, senses-filling cock meat she licked and kissed, the more she liked its hot, slippery feel against her tongue, Laurel found to her surprise. Soon, all of Dean's jutting dick was covered with her warm saliva and her red mane was lashing his legs with whip-like regularity as she slid her extended tongue up and down the gleaming red spear again and again.
"Unghhhhh! Enough! Enough!" Dean gasped all at once.
Laurel was completely taken by surprise as Dean put his hands against her chest and pushed her roughly back into a sitting position on the couch. The young vice cop's eyes glowed with lust as he sat up and ripped off his disheveled clothes. Then he leaned over and unzipped Laurel's dress the rest of the way and yanked it downward, baring her naked torso all the way down to her tiny panties.
"Me… are you going to… fuck me?" Laurel asked, almost hoping he intended to break his word, so that she wouldn't be expected to swallow his steamy cum.
"No, baby! But I'm going to eat that juicy, succulent little slit of yours while you blow me, that's for fuckin' sure!" Dean growled excitedly, pawing at her clothing.
The idea of having Dean's heavenly, climax producing tongue reaming her soupy gash once again made sucking his fat cock seem like a tremendously exciting, turn-on thing to do! She got up so that Dean could strip the dress off and slide it down her long, shapely legs. Laurel kicked out of it and peeled off her pantyhose.
"Mmmm, saved the best part for me!" Dean said, ripping the panties off Laurel's lovely bottom and helping her step out of them.
Nude, Laurel turned shyly toward her forceful, handsome lover. Her heart pounded as she saw his glistening cock waving above the dark pubic patch and his bloated nut sac.
"How?" Laurel whispered, not knowing how to position herself as she leaned over the couch.
"Like this, sweet cheeks!" Dean panted, grabbing the naked twenty-year-old and stretching her out on top of him as he lay back on the couch, her feet facing his head.
Laurel saw how he meant to do it, now, and spread her legs eagerly on either side of his head as she grabbed his wet dick – and licked it again. Dean moaned when her hot tongue made renewed contact with his stiff prick, his breath teasing the luscious redheaded girl's juice dampened cunt hair.
"Oooooh!" Laurel gasped, a convulsion rippling through her lower body as his hot breath hit her sensitive clit.
"Ahhhhh! Nice and sensitive!" Dean chuckled. "That's why you're such a great fuck!"
Laurel started to reply, but the man's tongue penetrated deep into her yearning pussy-mouth at that moment, and all thoughts of smart answers were burned from her consciousness. Dean's lip was teasing Laurel's erect clit as he tongue-fucked her with quick, piercing strokes and all thought ceased within the moaning, undulating redhead.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Laurel mewled with joy. "So fine! You do my pussy so niiiiice!"
The hot-blooded girl's head flew from side to side in eyes-closed ecstasy. Something wet and hot and hard as a rock bumped her cheek.
Laurel opened her eyes and saw Dean's jutting, reddened cock wagging an inch away from her mouth. Not bothering to think this time – reacting only by instinct – Laurel grabbed the base of the mammoth prong and guided its tip in between her pursed lips. The bulbous head entered her wet mouth easily, and she licked its now familiar circumference eagerly as she forced more and more of its burning staff up into her descending mouth.
"Ahhhhhhggggghhhhhh!" Dean yowled with sheer pleasure, the sound coming from way back in his throat. His mouth sucked down tight on Laurel's juicing pussy. Laurel whimpered the hot flashes of pre-cum tightening going on in her well tongued gash. Her tongue was circling quickly, crazily around the big hunk of man meat burying itself with strong upward lunges in her saliva filled mouth. Dean's cocks sawed up and back roughly, fucking the frantic, tongue swirling girl's mouth as if it were a tightly sucking pussy.
The head of the man's long prick bumped against the back of Laurel's constricted throat, but she didn't care any more. The girl's cunt was dancing beneath Dean's tongue thrusts and wild sucking. Spasms of utter delight were reverberating through Laurel's steamy slash, and every time Dean gurgled down a mouthful of her girlish cunt overflow, it sent a new shimmer of joy rocketing through Laurel's ready-to-boil-over pussy.