Knowing that she was about give Michael his first ever blow job absolutely exhilarated Kayla. Once again, it elicited a strong sense of naughtiness knowing that she had beaten all the girls who liked him as much as her. She won. She presented herself as an ideal sexual mate and was being rewarded with a thick, smooth penis to be only hers.
Finally, Michael had told Kayla what he wanted her to do. He instructed her to put his cock in her mouth and suck it, and she wasn't going to waste a second displeasing her muse. What she
was
going to do was tease him to start off the next part of their escapade. Kayla was going to make this the best thing Michael would ever experience, or else die trying.
Her little hand wrapped around Michael's robust shaft, the fingers barely able to touch. Like voodoo, she felt her pussy clench as soon as his cock was in her grasp. She was sure that she'd be experiencing just as much pleasure sucking his dick as she'd be giving to him. It was a release of intense sexual frustration which she had amassed after all this time not having him. Now, everything was coming true; it was triggering delirium and euphoria and she hadn't even gotten him wholly yet.
"Your cock is so big," Kayla cooed, knowing exactly how to best stroke a man's ego. "I love it. I can't wait to use your cock to make myself cum. It's gonna feel so good. I've never seen a dick this big before."
The last part was only a half-truth; she had certainly seen bigger members in porn, but never experienced any as big as Michael's in reality. She was more than ready for what she anticipated to be a challenge with rewards of unimaginable reaches.
Her hand slowly pumped up and down, watching as the skin of his trunk alternated between bunching up and releasing at either end. A little faster, she decided.
"Oh God," Michael uttered. The look on his face was a combination of perplexity and distilled pleasure. It was as if he knew
why
it was feeling so good, but couldn't decipher the "how."
The cheeks Kayla stared up at were quickly turning red once again today, at the same speed of her strokes. His pupils started to roll and give way to the white of his eyes.
"Kayla..." he moaned. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum."
While Michael probably thought she should be disappointed to hear that, it actually engendered a massive flood of pride within her.
Hmm, maybe he's not the only one with an ego.
"Cum for me, Michael." As desperately as she wanted to taste his penis, she loved the fact that he could hardly control himself long enough for the hand job to turn into a blow job.
Michael began breathing through pursed lips, trying feebly to stop the velocity with which his pleasure was progressing. He looked like a park-goer on the way up a roller coaster, dangerously close to the peak.
"But..." he said with a confliction, "I can't cum so fast."
Her hand shot like a rocket, albeit one unsure of its takeoff--up, down, up down.
"It's okay," she advised him. "You're going to cum so many different ways. This is just the start. Cum for me right now like a good, good boy," Kayla purred.
With those words, Michael fell straight over the edge. Thick ropes of semen volted out of his penis one after the other. Kayla's furious movements jerked his cock around in such a manner that it ensured his cum was shooting every which way. Two gobs fell to the floor next to them. A splat landed on Michael's abs, slowly dripping down, hindered only by its own viscosity, where it would accumulate along with a larger pool of cum at the base of his throbbing dick. A majority shot all over Kayla's hand. The last volleys were less ambitious, simply squirting out of his wide cock head and overflowing past the rim onto his shaft.
Kayla had found a treasure trove not to be wasted. In an act of pure, unadulterated lust, her hand removed itself from Michael's dick and made its way up towards her mouth. Staring straight into Michael's eyes, she stuck out her tongue and began licking his sperm off her hand.
Michael was astonished. "Wow," he managed, breathlessly.
