It leaped toward her face, and she grabbed it quickly, and began rubbing her hand up and down the rock hard shaft.It leaped toward her face, and she grabbed it quickly, and began rubbing her hand up and down the rock hard shaft. After a minute she moved her lips to the tip of the glans, and she stuck out her pink little tongue and rubbed it against the underside. As soon as I felt the abrasive surface of her tongue on the underside of my penis, I came like a firehose, sending a stream of sticky hot cum into her open mouth. She coughed and choked as I continued to spurt all over her face and hair. I was terrified that the sound of her coughing would attract attention, so I grabbed her and pulled us both down between her twin beds, trying desperately to muffle the sound. Gradually her choking turned to giggling, and she looked up at me. "Sorry", she whispered, "you just surprised me." "Okay", I whispered back, "just keep it down...I'm gonna get out of here before someone finds us, for Christ's sake get cleaned up..." With that I hiked up my shorts, and snuck from her room. As I moved toward the third floor stairs, I heard the doorbell announce the arrival of the first guests. About an hour later, I walked to the basement via the back stairway, and settled in front of the tv. Gradually the noise from the main floor grew into a muffled din as more and more guests arrived. I had heard my mother tell the caterer to expect 40 or 50 guests, and it sounded like there had been few no-shows. The basement was paneled in a dark wood, and the only light came from the tv set, and a small 40 watt bulb in a table lamp. As I sat on the sofa watching a program, I heard the door at the top of the stairs opening. For an instant the party noise became louder, then quieted down as whoever it was closed the door behind them. I have to explain about these parties. They were generally a mix of friends and / or business associates of my father's, and I HATED them. Every guest, and especially his subordinates at work, felt an obligation to dote over the kids. I would rather walk across hot coals that be "doted" over, so when I heard the door opening, my first thought was flight. |