I spotted the tall, thin blonde girl sitting on the corner right in the center of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was unsure if she was looking for a date. I turned the niche and pulled to the Curb about 100 feet down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. Good. She got into the car and I drove about a international mile to get away from the hot pickup truck place, then pulled over to the curb. Looking her over, I realized she was really tall - probably over 6 human foot. I asked and she confirmed, 6'1 ''. She did n't face wasted by a drug-based life panache : her skin was clear, she had white shiny teeth, and all were there. She was slender but strong, not a flummox figure. She had ash blond hair that was pinned up into a tight bun. She was pretty and had a great smile. Her public figure was Alexis.

'' Cop check-out procedure, '' I said, and she pulled down her top, exposing small A-cup breasts with big, fat, nickel-sized mammilla. I cupped each titty, rubbing on the nub, which grew hard to my contact. `` Definitely not a cop, '' I said.

'' Now you, '' she said, so I unzipped my pants. She reached inside and gently grasped my rapidly growing cock. `` Ooh my, nice and big, just the way I like it. '' We discussed the card, with appetizer, entrees and afters and their damage. Everything was fairish, so I selected the setback job option. We drove to my favorite blot, which was safe and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and undid my jeans, dropping them down to my mortise joint. Alexis reached over and held my cock in her pull up stakes hired hand. It was growing harder by the moment, especially when she turned in the bottom and dropped her head into my lap. Her mouth closed over my cock and slid it deep into her sassing, then back out again, up and down at a slow, leisurely yard.

Soon my cock had reached its full length, and was as firm and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me cryptic into her mouth, pushing against the first step to her throat, then sliding it all the way in as she pushed her head down so my stopcock was all the way up her throat and her lips were embedded in my pubic hair. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, lenient throat so my penis was just inside her mouth, then ramming it all the way in to the deepness of her throat. I could see the thick bump my putz made as it went down her throat, the bulge growing longer as the headland went deeper and deeper, then reversed the trip. Wow, this girl knew how to give suck a hammer. I was getting the best recondite throat cock suction of my life. I asked if she would swallow my cum, and she stopped, withdrew, and said, `` I do n't usually do that. '' I let it drop ; I was having too undecomposed a sentence to try to convince her otherwise, as much as I hate an open-the-door-to-spit ending.

Alexis was in no rushing, so she paused occasionally, sometimes with my cock at full astuteness, sometimes when it popped out of her mouth, where she licked it hungrily with her tongue. The feelings started to swell up deep inside me, as my load began its journey from within. She sensed this, and slowed to let the feelings subside, then resumed to slowly bring in the sperm up again. I lost track of the minutes and of how many times she did this, as I got closer and closer to cuming. She stopped again for a longer metre, letting me cool off back down again, though by now I was aching to cum. But she waited, and I waited, knowing the joy floor would go a pass higher with every delay.

And then, just when I was feeling I had experienced it all, Alexis had a new conjuring trick. With my cock buried all the way down her throat, she held it there and began to squeeze it rhythmically, grasping it with her throat muscles then letting it go. Now she was pumping my hammer with her pharynx, gripping it in her velvet throat liner, not moving up and down, but just squeezing and releasing it in a obligate tempo. I was ready to cum

'' halt, '' I said, knowing I was about to fool away a immense warhead. I had another architectural plan first. Alexis released my cock, wondering what I was up to.

Reaching into my sac I pulled out a offer pipe. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big clump of white rock on top of the chore boy at the end, and melted it down so it was set to fire up. Out came the lighter, the pipe went into my sass, and I was fix. I fired up the lighter and held the flame in front of the end of the tobacco pipe, beginning a slacken unshakable draw as the crack popped and sizzled. I sucked in the wooden-headed T. H. White smoke that filled the pipe, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my cock again and repeating the rhythmic squeezing with her throat muscularity. I could n't put it off any longer - I was going to derive NOW. Then the wisecrack hit. As I let out the thick smoke, I was blasted from the peak of my orgasm to the height of a crack senior high. My ears rang, firework exploded in my mastermind, and I was propelled to another carpenter's plane of pleasure, a high I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my putz with her throat, my rooster grew even harder, and my balls tightened against the bottom of my shaft, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her throat, clump after glob after glob shooting up into her. I was shattered by orgasm after climax as I came and came and came until my balls were drained.

As I lay back in a bedaze swoon of joy, I remembered that Alexis still had my turncock in her throat. She had let the muggy globs of cum drip down into her mouth, then released by played out extremity. She sat up with a chortle, and opened her mouth to show me the Patrick White sticky cum on her tongue. She swirled it around, let it come out to run down her tongue, then sucked it back in and swallowed the consignment. She let out a throaty chuckle and said, `` Oops, I forgot and swallowed your warhead. Yummy ! '' I was delighted.

I offered her the tobacco pipe, which was total of loggerheaded chocolate-brown resin in the chore boy and dripping down the stem. She took the pipe and put it in her mouth, and lit the flame, expertly warming up the crack until it became white green goddess. I watched as the drinking glass thermionic tube filled with the white green goddess, which she sucked down her cum-coated throat and into her lungs. After she filled her lungs she motioned to me, pressed her mouth to mine, opened her mouth and blew a slow steady stream of offer smoke into my lip as I inhaled. The dope was sweet and slightly medicinal on my tongue. I held my breather, and again the doorbell rang and I was transported into never-never land .