The Freak - S01 E15

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The Freak - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

We caught a cab after the play and were back in Pelham just in time for the submarine races. This time I took care of Barbara first, her orgasms leaving her semi-conscious when my teeth finally released her swollen clit. caressed her lovingly stroking her cheek and running my fingers through her hair-as she slowly recovered. It was some time later that she spoke. "I never dreamed that a boy would want to have my...well, you know, in his mouth just as never thought I'd want to have his in mine. But...I think I'd like to try it even if have no idea what I should do."

"Just don't use your teeth, okay?" She smiled in the dim light as she leaned forward. Her tongue found the helmet of my cock, swirling around it several times before lowering her entire mouth to my shaft. She used her hand to gently stroke me as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue teasingly washing me with every stroke. Damn! For an amateur she was doing one hell of a job.

I doubted that she was ready to swallow so gave her plenty of advance notice. "I'm getting close, Barbara. You need to move." She did-just in time, directing my spray to her gorgeous breasts. The thick viscous liquid oozed slowly down their gentle slope. I was about to reach into the back seat for a towel I'd brought for exactly this reason when Barbara shocked the daylights out of me. Using her finger she scooped a dollop of semen from her left breast, licking it clean a second later. I sat there in utter amazement as all the senen on her chest found its way to her stomach.

She laughed when she saw the expression on my face. "I told you I thought the taste was interesting, didn't I? I find like it even more than thought. I think next time I'll just take all of it into my mouth. Would you like that?"

I couldn't help laughing. "Take a wild guess!" Barbara joined me, laughing crazily until we realized how loud we were. We dried ourselves with the towel and dressed. My watch said 12:30 exactly when she walked into her apartment.

Friday was New Year's Eve and after practice we went to my house for lunch and relaxing before dressing for dinner and a party at teammate Richie's house for everyone in our senior class. There were only sixty-five of us, after all.

Dad and Mom reminded me to be extra careful driving. I would be,

knowing how many drunks would be on the road. I drove Barbara to an excellent seafood restaurant in Larchmont with windows that overlooked the harbor on Long Island Sound. We sat at a table facing the water, holding hands through most of the meal which was exquisite. Barbara had a platter of fried shrimp while had grilled scallops with an order of fries that we split. Topping off the meal was a delightful Coca-Cola on ice in lieu of wine. We also shared a hefty slice of cheesecake for dessert, leaving at 8:25 for the half-hour trip to Richie's house only two blocks from the high school.

I drove through two traffic stops on the fifteen mile trip even though was driving five miles below the speed limit both times. My license and registration were checked both times and was asked if had anything to drink that evening. I shared a laugh with the officers both tirnes when I replied, "Does Coke count?" was relieved when I pulled to the curb near Richie's house. I'd managed to elude the drunks so far. Hopefully, I'd have the same success later when I took Barbara home. She was staying over, sleeping again in Carole's bed.