Autumn looked doubtful. Celeste said, “Leave your pussy out of it, if that makes you feel better. Just make sure you become an all star cock swallower in two weeks, so you can make Sam your slave forever.” Celeste added, “You’ll know when your an all star by the look on their face.”
“I’ve seen the look,” Autumn said.
“No,” Celeste shook her head and smiled. “You haven’t.”
Celeste was right, Autumn had not. And while she did manage to leave her pussy out of it, no matter how soaking wet it got, while dodging Sam for two weeks, she managed to rock the world of a dozen guys. But it wasn’t until the 10th time when Autumn finally saw the look her sister had been talking about. The remaining two were Autumn saw as extra practice and final proof. When she was three for three, Autumn called Sam and made a date – a date where he apparently thought John Mayer would be a good idea.
“Would you like me to put something else on?” Sam asked.
“No, John Mayer works.” Autumn’s smile turned impish. “I get it, you put on John Mayer because you thought it would help you get laid.”
Sam blushed. “No, I was just hoping you’d like it.”
“Liar!” Autumn said. She bit the air playfully. “Tell the truth, Sammy. If you’re honest, I promise to give you a big, FAT, reward.” She put her hand on his growing bulge and Sam took an uncertain step back.
He stammered, then said, “Okay, yeah, I was hoping tonight would be the night. We’ve been dating for a month, after all, and I’ve barely seen you for the last two weeks.” His eyes grew big and he added, “And I’ve been thinking about you a lot. We may not have that much experience, but it isn’t as though either one of us are virgins, and we’ve done some stuff already. I was just, you know, hoping. I guess I was trying to get you in the mood.” Sam gave Autumn an awkward smile.
“You don't have to try to get me in the mood,” Autumn said, unbuttoning his 501’s.
“Autumn, oh wow,” Sam said, shifting on the couch.
Without a word, Autumn slithered from the sofa to the floor, then pulled his Levis and boxers down to his ankles, then pulled them off and dropped them in a pile. She smiled, ran her tongue up Sam’s leg, from ankle to ball sack, then stopped, pulled her head back, and looked him in the eye.
Sam’s cock was pointing at the ceiling. “Oh my Fucking Lord, I was NOT expecting that!” he said.
“It must be the John Mayer,” Autumn laughed; a sexy, sultry little chirp. “Now, Sam, I need you to stop talking. The only thing I want to hear from you for the next several minutes are your uncontrollable moans, the sound of my name, or any filthy things you think of while I’m giving you the best blowjob of your life.”
Sam’s eyes were saucers and his mouth hung open.
Autumn looked mock serious, and in a playful voice added, “I’m serious, Sam. This will be the best blowjob you’ve ever had. And I’m warning you, it might ruin you. When I’m finished, it will be what you compare everything else to, forever. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Sam nodded, then whimpered.
“Good,” she said. “I’m going to suck your dick so hard, you won’t be able to stand when I’m through. Are you sure you’re ready for that, too?”
Sam nodded, then whimpered again. His hard on grew thicker, still straight but now pulsing. Autumn cupped her left hand beneath his balls, then wrapped the fingers of her right around his shaft and started to stroke it.”
“Oh GOD!”
“It’s Autumn,” she giggled, “but thank you. Now, if you love my hands on your cock, just wait until you feel the hot breath of my mouth all over it; licking your shaft, nibbling your tip, seeing how much of your beautiful dick I can swallow.”
“FUCK, Autumn.”
Autumn shook her honey blonde ringlets and puckered her lips, smiled, then opened her mouth wide and lowered it completely onto Sam’s engorged cock. She slowly lifted her lips from the base of his shaft to his tip, then stopped, swirled her tongue just under the bottom of his top, then looked up and made doe eyes at Sam before lowering her head and bobbing back and forth.
After a minute, Autumn paused, peeled off her v-neck, unfastened her lacy black bra, and unbuttoned her skirt, wiggling her ass until it fell to the floor, giving Sam a perfect view of her matching black thong.
Sam stared at her gorgeous tits; tiny, pink, perfectly erect nipples. “Touch my tits, Sammy,” Autumn whispered. She squealed with pleasure as he kneaded, massaged and twisted her nipples.
Autumn rubbed her tits all over Sam’s body, starting at his face, then working down to his lap, before returning to her kneeling position back on the floor. She pushed his knees apart, then started kissing his inner thighs, alternating sides on her way to his middle.
Autumn pulled one of Sam’s balls into her mouth with her lips. He moaned loudly as she suckled, first one and then the other, all while stroking his thighs. After his balls had each soaked in her mouth for a minute or so, Autumn pulled both balls into her mouth and used her tongue to twirl them around.
Her lips swallowed his entire sack as her nose rested at the root of his cock.
That was only the beginning.
Autumn continued to tease Sam for several minutes, rotating through a roundup of her sister’s trademark moves: The Hot Housewife, The Taco Supreme, and the Look Ma, No Hands, pausing between each move to prolong Sam’s inevitable launch.
Autumn lifted her head from his shaft and looked in Sam’s eyes, slowly jerking him off. He couldn't have stood if he tried, and wouldn’t have tried for anything in the world.
“I’m gonna make you cum,” Autumn pinched the edge of Sam’s cock to make sure he didn’t. “But I want you to know something first.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “I’m going to swallow it all. If you want to cum on my face, I’ll take it like a happy slut.” She kept stroking. “But nothing will feel better than shooting your hot and sticky load into my hungry mouth, then watching me lick my lips as it slides down my throat.” She pinched him again to keep him from cumming, then went back down.
Autumn was buried in his lap, Sam’s cock inside her mouth so deep, his thighs brushed the sides of her cheeks. Her eyelashes grazed his pubic hair as his groaning grew louder and breathing more desperate.
He started to mutter incoherently. Autumn looked up. Sam’s eyes were closed, hands buried in the sofa, fabric pulled into clenched fists. Autumn took Sam’s right hand, put it on her tits and said, “Okay Sammy, I’m going to milk you dry.”
“OH! FUCK! AHHHHHH!”
Sam’s cock contracted, and the pre-cum that had been flying from the tip of his dick was suddenly everywhere in her mouth. A second later, he lost it.
Autumn had swallowed a lot of cum over the course of two weeks, but nothing prepared her for what shot out of Sam. He was screaming FUCK!, alongside every other four letter word she knew and something that sounded like it had to be another language. Spurt after spurt of warm cum blasted into her mouth with staccato shots, launching from the throb of his cock into the cradle of her mouth.
Autumn swallowed as fast as she could, barely keeping pace with Sam’s explosion, but keeping her word to swallow it all. Her cheeks were full. Autumn kept her lips pursed, never allowing a single drop to drip from her mouth. Sam’s dick quivered with a rattling aftershock as a final blast splattered against the back of Autumn’s throat.
Sam fell against the back of the couch like a rag doll. Autumn ran her fingers up and down his inner thigh, then slowly pulled her lips from his dick, careful not to make any sudden moves. She finished with a series of light, lingering kisses, lapping up the few drops of thick cum slowly sliding down his shaft, then lifted her head from his lap and stood.
“Thank you,” she said. “That was delicious.”
“Mmmmmm......” alongside a few deep moans was all Sam could manage for a minute or so. When he finally found his breath, he said, “Oh my fucking Lord, Autumn, I have to know, where in the Hell did you learn to do that?
XXX
Sam Rayburn: An Inch From The Edge
Tonight was the night.
After a long month of dating, craving every inch of Autumn the entire time, it was finally about to happen. He was going to sleep with Autumn, Sam was sure of it.
At least as sure as he could be.
Sam had never wanted a girl more, and it wasn’t just because he wanted what he couldn't have, though of course that made the boner bigger. Sam had covered his hands in cum imagining it each night before falling to sleep, but it wasn’t the teasing and waiting that made Sam ache for Autumn. It was Autumn herself.
They had met at an open call for a job at Key Notes, a locally famous music store, college adjacent. Key Notes was cool because they sold instruments and music, plus a ton of cool stuff you couldn't find anywhere else. Not just vinyl, which most kids their age only pretended to like, but weird shit like these crazy Alice in Wonderland action figures they both loved, and had since bought for one another.
Neither were too into indie music, but both loved the selection of secondhand vintage instruments. Sam played guitar, Autumn played violin.
Sam was sitting alone playing “Angry Birds” on his iPod Touch when Autumn walked into Key Notes and took the empty seat beside him. Something about her – her hair, scent, the thin gauzy fabric of her amber colored skirt, it hit Sam down to the molecule.
He was mute, and conversation impossible.
Sam was always shy, until he wasn’t, so he pretended not to notice her as he reset the level several times, the entire time crafting the perfect conversation starter. Autumn, who thought it was better to get going than wait around for perfection, was the first to strike conversation.
“May I?” she said, pointing at Sam’s iPod. “You’ve been on the level forever. You just need to bang the red one right there,” she pointed at the thick wall of glass.
Sam shook his head. “That won’t work. The red ones are too light.
Autumn held her hand out and he handed her the Touch.
Sam heard the birds celebrating a few seconds later. She handed the iPod back and said, “Last year’s Christmas Trip. We flew to see family in Australia. It’s a 14 hour flight.” She smiled, then added, “I’m Autumn.”
Sam introduced himself and offered his hand. There was a shock between them. “Sorry,” Sam said. “That happens sometimes.”
Neither got the job, and both were dumb enough to leave without a number. It felt wrong, to both of them. Sam knew it immediately, Autumn confirmed it later. They had been thinking about one another for two weeks when Sam was in Mach II, flying from the Organic Chemistry hallway when he slammed into Autumn, scattering six books and a pile of papers. Their eyes met.
“YOU!” they both said, laughing.
That was a month ago.
The first two weeks flew by. Sam had never been happier. Being with Autumn was easier than the easiest parts of every other relationship he’d ever had. The only thing missing was the sex.
Sex was always the first thing to happen in relationships, at least since he started college. And while he was in a hurry to take that final step with Autumn, he wasn’t willing to pressure her into doing something she wasn’t ready to do. The relationship was worth it.
Sam couldn't get a clear read on her past. He figured she was fairly inexperienced, and the experience she did have couldn't have been too positive. At least that’s what he pulled from the long silences when she didn’t want to talk about it.
The last two weeks she had virtually disappeared. Autumn had made so many excuses, and dodged so many of his advances, he was beginning to think he’d read the relationship wrong. But she’d been so eager when Sam invited her over for dinner, his hope was fully restored.
Autumn was in the bathroom. Sam was preparing for what he hoped would be his lucky night, including expensive Italian takeout in two brown bags on the kitchen counter, an open bottle of wine, candles across the apartment, and to cap it off – mood music, courtesy of John Mayer.
Sam didn’t care for Mayer, but he’d read that most girls did. She didn’t like much of the indie stuff, and seemed like the sort of girl who would think Mayer was cute.
He heard the toilet flush, then went to the kitchen to get Autumn a glass of water. A couple more minutes passed and she emerged from the bathroom with a catlike smile.
“Would you like a glass of water?” he said.
“Yeah, thanks,” Autumn took the glass and then a sip, still smiling. “John Mayer, huh?”
“You like him?”
Autumn shook her head. “No, I think he blows.”
Sam laughed. “I thought all girls liked John Mayer.”
“Only the ones who suck.” Autumn smiled, then licked her lips and said, “And I don’t mean in a good way.”
Sam was surprised. That wasn’t like Autumn at all. He liked it, could already feel the tingle in his jeans, but it was out of character and unexpected. “Would you like me to put something else on?” he asked.
“No, John Mayer works,” Autumn said, her smile now even sexier. “I get it, you put on John Mayer because you thought it would help you get laid.”
Sam was embarrassed. He didn’t mind Autumn knowing why he put on John Mayer, but he didn’t like it said out loud. “No, I was just hoping you’d like it.”
Autumn gnashed her teeth at the air. “Liar!” she said. “Tell the truth, Sammy. If you’re honest, I promise to give you a big, FAT, reward.”
Autumn put her hand on his thickening cock. “Okay, yeah,” he stammered, “I was hoping tonight would be the night. We’ve been dating for a month, after all, and I’ve barely seen you for the last two weeks. And I’ve been thinking about you a lot. We may not have that much experience, but it isn’t as though either one of us are virgins, and we’ve done some stuff already. I was just, you know, hoping. I guess I was trying to get you in the mood.”
“You don't have to try to get me in the mood.” Autumn was practically on top of him. He couldn't believe it; her fingers unbuttoning his jeans, her breathing soft yet heavy, her eyes lit with sudden yet undeniable desire.
“Autumn, oh wow,” Sam’s breathing was getting out of control. His cock was already hardened to pain, which didn’t seem possible so quickly.
He had wanted Autumn for a month, and was seconds away from having her. Maybe it was her sudden change, her scent, or maybe just his hunger making him thick. She was amazing. Beautiful green eyes, impossibly sexy waves of honey blond hair he’d imagined brushing his navel as she worked on his dick so many times already, or bouncing wildly as he watched from the back as she rode him reverse cowgirl.
They’d probably start off for the first few months with missionary to make sure Autumn was comfortable, but that was fine with him. Hell, he was happy when she let him cum on her tummy. He had spent a fat chunk of the last two weeks either hard, or limp with cum all over, thinking about how badly he wanted Autumn. He’d been dreaming of being inside her nearly nonstop for two weeks straight, too scared to do anything about it.
Autumn was on the floor, pulling his jeans and underwear off, sending him her smoking hot smile as she ran her tongue up and down his leg, from ankle to ball sack and back. Sam wasn’t sure if he’d ever been harder in his life, including the time he tried to go a month without sex or jerking off just to see if he could. He couldn't. Sam ended up so horny he spent an entire afternoon watching porn, and could’ve filled a milk carton.
“Oh my Fucking Lord, I was NOT expecting that!” he whimpered.
“It must be the John Mayer,” Autumn laughed.
It was taking everything inside Sam not to throw Autumn to the floor, rip off her tee and the black bra beneath it, then fuck her perfect tits before shoving his cock inside her, then plowing her like a field hand until she was filled with his cock snot.
“Now, Sam,” she said, “I need you to stop talking. The only thing I want to hear from you for the next several minutes are your uncontrollable moans, the sound o
f my name, or any filthy things you think of while I’m giving you the best blowjob of your life.” Her voice was an impossible tease, soaking in honey. “I’m serious, Sam. This will be the best blowjob you’ve ever had. And I’m warning you, it might ruin you. When I’m finished, it will be what you compare everything else to, forever. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to push her to the floor and fuck her mouth, or any hole he could get to. But she was in control, obviously enjoying his squirming and relishing every word.
All Sam could do was whimper and nod.
“I’m going to suck your dick so hard, you won’t be able to stand when I’m through. Are you sure you’re ready for that, too?” She started stroking his shaft.
“Oh GOD!” he said.
“It’s Autumn, but thank you. Now, if you love my hands on your cock, just wait until you feel the hot breath of my mouth all over it; licking your shaft, nibbling your tip, seeing how much of your beautiful dick I can swallow.”
“FUCK, Autumn.”
Sam was about to lose it. He had no idea how he could possibly manage to keep his man glue in its tube much longer. Autumn’s hair bounced as her head bobbed up and down on Sam’s shaft for a full minute of perfect rhythm, then stopped just long enough for her to strip down to her black thong.
Her inner thighs were slick from the soaking sides of her panties. It was only the third time Sam had seen her tits, and like the first time he wanted to cum all over them. This time he would have actually done it if he could pull a straight thought from the inside of his mindgasm.
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