I could tell he was getting close so I backed off. I sat up and kissed him on the lips while I slowly stroked him with my hand. When I felt him relax I took him back in my mouth. He was really worked up and grabbed my head holding me down and thrusting hard between my lips. I didn’t mind but I was having a hard time keeping up with him because he was moving so fast. Spit was pouring out from my lips and running down his shaft. Somehow I managed to pull away before he shot. I went back to kissing and licking his testicles until he had calmed.
The next time I took him in my mouth I felt him pushing against my throat. Cheryl had told me there were women that could take a man all the way if they opened their throat and relaxed. I was curious so I tried it by pushing my tongue out through my lips and relaxing but it was not working. Each time he pushed into my throat I gagged and had to pull away. I was determined though and next time forced my mouth down even further. At first I thought I was going to die but I didn’t pull away. I tried to relax. He slid deeper. Suddenly the urge to gag slowly went away and I was able to take him deeper until I felt his pubic hairs brush against my lips.
Skip was groaning like he was in agony. I held him in my throat as long as I could but had to pull away to get some air. The next time he slid into my throat a little easier. The third time he slipped in without any effort. Doing that to Skip had unleashed his wild side. He went crazy and grabbed my head forcing my mouth up and down his length and into my throat again and again. I was gagging and choking but he didn’t stop. Tears were running down my cheeks smearing my make-up. Spit was flying everywhere. When he was ready to shoot Skip forced his penis into my throat and roared like a lion lifting up from the seat of the car.
His stuff came shooting out so hard that at first I thought he was peeing. I choked on it because he was in my throat. It came spraying out of my nose. I managed to pull him back into my mouth. He kept shooting and shooting and shooting. I tried to swallow but there was just too much. It was drooling out from my lips and running down my chin. He finally fell back in his seat as the last few drops dribbled into my mouth.
Skip apologized for being so rough with me but I said I didn’t mind at all and was glad that I could make him feel good. He laughed and said ‘good’ was way too mild to describe what I made him feel. He asked how I learned to do that with my throat and was surprised when I told him it was the first time. That implied that he thinks I do those kinds of things with other people. It is certainly no secret. He didn’t seem to mind though, and even talked about how much he was looking forward to taking me to the prom.