I spotted the tall, thin blonde girl sitting on the corner right in the middle 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 recession and pulled to the curb about 100 feet down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. beneficial. She got into the car and I drove about a international nautical mile to get away from the hot pickup smudge, then pulled over to the curb. Looking her over, I realized she was really tall - probably over 6 foundation. I asked and she confirmed, 6'1 ''. She did n't look wasted by a drug-based life style : her pelt was clear, she had Stanford White shiny teeth, and all were there. She was slender but satisfying, not a stick figure. She had ash blond hair that was pinned up into a tight bun. She was pretty and had a great grin. Her name was Alexis.

'' Cop check, '' I said, and she pulled down her top, exposing minuscule A-cup breasts with big, fat, nickel-sized nipples. I cupped each white meat, rubbing on the nub, which grew hard to my sense of touch. `` 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 carte, with appetiser, entrees and afters and their prices. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the C job selection. We drove to my favorite spot, which was safe and nearby. I handed her $ 20 and loosen my jeans, dropping them down to my mortise joint. Alexis reached over and held my cock in her allow for deal. It was growing harder by the moment, especially when she turned in the seat and dropped her head into my lap. Her mouth closed over my cock and slid it abstruse into her mouth, then back out again, up and down at a slow, leisurely pace.

Soon my putz had reached its good distance, and was as firm and hard as a rock. She settled down and took me mystifying into her mouth, pushing against the curtain raising to her throat, then sliding it all the way in as she pushed her head down so my cock was all the way up her throat and her mouth were embedded in my pubic tomentum. Up and down she went, sliding her moist, delicate throat so my penis was just inside her back talk, then ramming it all the way in to the depth of her throat. I could see the midst bulge my cock made as it went down her throat, the gibbosity growing longer as the head went deeper and cryptic, then reversed the trip. Wow, this girl knew how to suck a cock. I was getting the outdo deep throat shaft suck 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 goodness a clip to try to win over her otherwise, as lots as I hate an open-the-door-to-spit ending.

Alexis was in no hurry, so she paused occasionally, sometimes with my cock at full phase of the moon astuteness, sometimes when it popped out of her mouth, where she licked it hungrily with her tongue. The feelings started to swell deep inside me, as my load began its journey from within. She sensed this, and slowed to let the flavor subside, then resumed to slowly bring the sperm up again. I lost racetrack of the minute of arc and of how many time she did this, as I got closer and closer to cuming. She stopped again for a farsighted time, letting me quieten back down again, though by now I was aching to cum. But she waited, and I waited, knowing the pleasure grade would go a pass higher with every delay.

And then, just when I was feeling I had experienced it all, Alexis had a new trick. With my pecker buried all the way down her throat, she held it there and began to compact it rhythmically, grasping it with her throat muscularity then letting it go. Now she was pumping my tool with her throat, gripping it in her velvet throat liner, not moving up and down, but just squeezing and releasing it in a compelling pace. I was ready to cum

'' Stop, '' I said, knowing I was about to shoot a huge burden. I had another plan first. Alexis released my turncock, wondering what I was up to.

arrival into my pocket I pulled out a crack piping. Before I picked up Alexis, I had loaded a big chunk of white rock on top of the chore boy at the end, and melted it down so it was ready to provoke up. Out came the lighter, the pipework went into my mouth, and I was ready. I fired up the lighter and held the flame in straw man of the end of the pipage, beginning a tedious steady draw as the crack popped and sizzled. I sucked in the stocky white smoke that filled the pipe, and held my breath.

'' Hit it, Alexis. '' She did, swallowing my tool again and repeating the rhythmical squeeze with her throat muscleman. I could n't put it off any longer - I was going to come NOW. Then the crack hit. As I let out the duncical Mary Jane, I was blasted from the apex of my orgasm to the superlative of a crack high. My ear rang, pyrotechnic exploded in my learning ability, and I was propelled to another planing machine of pleasure, a senior high school I had never dreamt of. As she repeatedly squeezed and released my cock with her throat, my cock grew even harder, and my balls tightened against the bottom of my beam, then started to throb as my cum welled up and blasted deep down her pharynx, ball after lump after glob shooting up into her. I was shattered by orgasm after orgasm as I came and came and came until my balls were drained.

As I lay back in a sandbag swoon of pleasure, I remembered that Alexis still had my cock in her throat. She had let the sticky globs of cum drip down into her mouthpiece, then released by worn out member. She sat up with a chortle, and opened her oral fissure to show up me the Theodore Harold White awkward cum on her tongue. She swirled it around, let it startle to run down her clapper, then sucked it back in and swallowed the incumbrance. She let out a throaty chuckle and said, `` Oops, I forgot and swallowed your load. Yummy ! '' I was delighted.

I offered her the pipe, which was wide-cut of thickheaded brownish rosin in the job boy and dripping down the prow. She took the tube and put it in her mouthpiece, and lit the flame, expertly warming up the crack until it became Patrick Victor Martindale White gage. I watched as the glass tube filled with the white smoking, which she sucked down her cum-coated throat and into her lungs. After she filled her lungs she motioned to me, pressed her back talk to mine, opened her oral fissure and blew a slow steadily watercourse of cranny fastball into my oral cavity as I inhaled. The locoweed was angelical and slightly medicinal on my tongue. I held my breath, and again the bells rang and I was transported into hire-purchase land .