Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-Two
I began by licking it, like a lollipop. It quivered as my tongue circled the head and caressed its underside. Soon Roger’s cock was covered with saliva, my saliva. His male member glistened in the dim light. Then, at Roger’s insistence, I took it into my mouth and sucked it, and sucked it, and sucked it even more. A couple of times I ceased my sucking and returned to licking, so as to better catch my breath, only to again return to sucking. I was amazed at how much of his penis I was able to take into my mouth.
“Oh, that’s it, girl, that feels right. Good girl! Pamela, that feels so very good. More, girl, more, more, more.”
Roger’s words became ever more emphatic and louder as I continued to service him. Clearly Josie now knew exactly what I was doing. I felt a surge of humiliation well up within me as I realized what Josie must have been thinking at that moment.
After what seemed to me a very long time, Roger’s entire body tensed, his penis became rock hard and it stopped quivering. Instinctively I tried to move my head away, but Roger’s hands were clasped behind it, making movement impossible. He uttered a long groan and then I could feel his semen shoot into my throat. I tried desperately not to choke. Then just as suddenly it was over. His body relaxed. I too relaxed a bit. Roger’s erect member still filled my mouth, but I had managed to swallow most of his cum and so I was able to breath again. Roger’s hands gently patted the back of my head.
“Wow! Watching you two is better than seeing an X rated movie.” It was Sara’s voice. With horror, I realized she had been watching Roger and I through the passenger side window.
“Hey Sara,” Roger responded in an unsettled voice.
“I didn’t see you there.
Say, your friend really gives good blow jobs. I think I’m in love with her.”
“Yes., I didn’t realize Pamela had such skills,” Sara said as I sat up. She and her boyfriend stared at me through the open window. My short skirt had ridden up, fully exposing my panties. My hair was a mess, and drops of Roger’s cum ran down my chin. Tears welled up in my eyes. I had tried to make myself so pretty tonight, for Sara, for my beautiful Sara. If I were pretty, I thought she would show her love for me. But instead she watched as I, wearing the red dress she had selected for me, sucked a man’s cock. I was devastated. I mumbled a few incomprehensible words as I exited Roger’s car. Sara tried to help me freshen up, but after a few moments I left and quickly walked back to the motel, a purse in one hand and heels in the other.
“Pamela really took your advice to heart, Josie,” Sara said as she took plates from the kitchen cabinet. The guys were watching television and drinking beer in the basement, while the girls heated the pizza.
“Did he ever! Gosh, I never expected that. At least, not right in front of us!”
“I didn’t really mean to watch it, Josie. Mike and I just happened to walk up when passion was peaking. We couldn’t interrupt, could we? It was kind of embarrassing to see her like that. Pamela was crying.”
“It wasn’t rape, Sara. I overheard Pamela beg Roger for his cock to suck.”
“Yea, but was that because Pamela wanted to do it, or was it to keep Roger from feeling her up and discovering her cock?”
“So what’s the difference, Sara? Hell, if he wants to dress like some hot little tart, then he can’t complain when real men treat him like a slut.”
“True, Josie, but it’s more complicated then that. You don’t know the whole story behind Pamela’s transformation. It’s Amanda’s secret. Anyway, I think Pamela likes me, a lot.”
“You mean in a guy way?”
“Yea, in a guy way. That’s why I felt so sorry for him there. I don’t think Pamela wanted me to see that big cock in her mouth, or to see her swallowing a man’s cum. I bet that’s why she cried and ran away.”
“Sure, Sara. Whatever. Did you ever think, Sara, that if he wants you to fall for him, then maybe he should wear pants and tennis shoes instead of a red dress and high heels? All I know is that those two lovebirds turned John on so much that now he wants me to suck him, and I refuse to do that.
Men!!”
Totally, exhausted, I entered my room and closed the door. In the mirror I saw a disheveled young lady, her short dress wrinkled and stained, her makeup smudged. With a feeling of detached disbelief, I only half-realized that the girl in the mirror was me. Still nearly drunk, I lay down on my bed and wept as I imagined Sara and her boyfriend at this very moment making legitimate, consensual, male-female love. Was there any chance for such love in my future?
“Fuck it, Roger, that was really gross,” John said between swigs from his beer, “really gross.”
“Maybe,” Roger laughed, “but it felt sooooo good. Sara’s friend is a true cock sucker.”
“Yea, maybe I’ll have to try her out some night,” John said. She’s not that cute, and she’s too skinny, but her tongue makes up for those problems.”
“No you don’t,” Roger said.
“You better stick with Josie, cause I’ve got dibs on that Pamela chick.”
The End of Crossing Texas – Chapter Twenty-Two.
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