Goodhead Farm Pt. 02

As my balls tightened, she moaned, sucking deep. With my free hand I slapped her face a couple times, feeling it through her cheek as I bucked.

The first jet of cum was small, but it made her moan, and I knew she could taste it. The next few were bigger, not huge, but a decent size. I pulled back a little, and she sucked my tip hard, my load easily spilling out.

I pulled out for a moment and stroked, watching as she put her tongue out under my tip and looked up, submissively taking the last of my load, making sure I could see it as it dripped back into her mouth. I shook myself, wiping my tip on her tongue.

She fluttered her eyelashes up at me and smiled, making me leak on last pearl of white man juice, which I wiped on her nose. She giggled and looked up, showing off the load. I groaned, and told her to swallow, which she did, again.

"I love swallowing your loads," she told me with an almost drunken expression. "It's what a good girl should do for her man."

She sucked me a few times, and I felt almost like there was a little left, and told her so.

"Well then," she said with a big smile. "You just relax, sit back, and let me suck out the rest. I promise, I won't stop sucking tonight until you're totally drained of cum. And, if you want, I'll keep going even then -"

I cut her off with my cock, fucking her mouth firmly. She got in position, holding her head still, her hands on my knees lightly as I went.

At the end of the night, we went to bed, the smell of cum strong on her breath, her scent strong on my cock, both of us naked together under the sheets. Of course, she still had the heels on.



Chapter 4: The Proposal

The next day when I arrived home, she had emailed me an attachment. When I opened it, I was shocked to find pictures of her in sexy outfits, sometimes naked. The last few were closeups of her face from each night that she blew me, 7 separate facials from different angles on her young, pretty face. The first one was huge, and I couldn't help but smile, remembering her surprised expression as she was sprayed with all the man juice I'd built up since my arrival. She was flirtatious, winking in the pictures sometimes, knowing I would be looking at them later.

The last pictures were her with the engagement ring on, holding her fingers up proudly. She had a serious, but very sexy look on her face, wearing a tiny, revealing french maid costume, complete with a cute cap, thigh highs and high heels as I saw in the next pic, a full body shot of her, in a sexy pose, ring visible.

I had proposed to her the last morning I was there, right before getting in the rental car to go off home, on one knee. She had looked beautiful in her summer dress, a dreamlike vision in my memory, saying yes. We kissed a long time, and I wanted to make love with her once more before I left, but knew I didn't have long. Quickly I took her back to the bedroom, and sat her down.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a smile as I knelt down, spreading her legs. "Are you gonna... oh, sir!"

Discovering that she had no panties on, seeing her bare teenaged pussy underneath her dress, I knew it was meant to be. I kissed her thighs, at her knees, then lower, until I reached her little pussy, kissing all over. Her juices squished sexily, and I enjoyed her girlish taste as I started licking, slowly parting her lips, going all the way in. She didn't stop me, but she'd never had this done before, and it made her really excited. Her hand went to my head as her orgasm quickly approached.

"You're so amazing," she whispered, breathing heavily, pretty eyes closed. "I'm gonna cum real soon! It's just... like... so..."

She started moaning over and over, louder and louder as I licked evenly, softly. I felt her hand tense slightly on my head, and went faster, harder, a little bit at a time, letting her get more and more worked up. Soon she was moaning loud enough that anyone in the house could hear, her wetness everywhere, warm on my lips and tongue. She groaned loudly, pressing my head down as I licked her clit hard, wet, and fast. Her orgasm grew by the second, loud moans as her body went crazy from this new sensation.

As I felt her ass, making her cum, making her moan, I slipped a finger up into her little anus, and she didn't notice at first, but when she did, it made her cum a little more, bucking hard as I fingered her bottom, licking her clit.

A few moments later she pushed back, but I held my head down and licked, making her shake and react, too sensitive, but still in her post orgasmic fuzziness. She came again, and let me go, giving out a long groan, and falling limply into the chair. I sat up and she immediately looked up at me, grabbing my cock.

"Maybe just one little blowjob," she said softly, her glazed happy look turning me on. "Before you hit the road. I promise, I'll do it really fast. Please?"

I groaned and unzipped my pants, dropping them quickly. She dropped to her knees, and started sucking right away, holding my base so her soft lips could catch me. I put my hand in her hair and sighed, letting myself get worked up quickly.

I told her that as my wife, she would be sucking my cock every day, and probably swallowing. She just moaned and bobbed her little delicate head some more. I then told her that I would be the man of the house, and that she couldn't say no to me, especially in the bedroom. That she needed to really take care of me. She looked up, pulling back a moment, teasingly.

"Of course, sir! I'll be nice and submissive, and do everything I'm told, like a little wife is supposed to. It'll be my pleasure..."

One little bob of her head on my cock between her words...

"...my pleasure to suck you off as much as you want..."

Another slurp.

"...and to take your cock in my ass, my pussy, my titties..."

A deep, long suck.

"...whatever you want. After all..."

A big, long, moaning suck, with her head twisting a little, and a pop of her lips at the end for effect.

"...you'll be the head of the household."

My balls tightened as she sucked and moaned, letting me force myself down into her mouth whenever I felt like it. She was very quickly becoming an expert cocksucker. I asked if she would be my French maid sometimes.

"Oh," she said with my tip on her lips. "Is that a fantasy of yours?"

More slurping, while I moaned and looked up for a moment, then down again with a big grin on my face.

"I would love to put on a little maid outfit. That sounds really fun."

She sucked again, smoothly, her wet mouth gliding as she looked up, knowing I was close to cumming. When her lips were on my tip, I started stroking slightly, telling her to suck the tip. She did, sucking hard, with her soft lips twisting and bobbing slightly. My cum was pushing up, and I knew I would spill it soon, so I pushed her head down hard, forcing myself into her throat. She gagged, panicking for a moment, but didn't pull back very hard at all. In a moment I'd pulled out, and was stroking in her face, groaning aloud, feeling her tongue flick over my tip.

This was my morning cum, after having my balls emptied completely last night, so it wasn't as big of a load, but it was very sexy watching her stick out her tongue to cradle my tip, while I stroked myself. I shot hard, wetly, a little thin, going to the back of her mouth as she smiled and looked up innocently with big eager eyes. I groaned and squeezed myself for a minute, letting the last little bits roll out onto her tongue.

When she was told, she closed her wet lips and let my load slide down her throat, looking up at me after, licking her lips. I pulled her down and she sucked for another minute or two, as I sat down in the chair, relaxing for a moment.

As I left through the front door, I kissed her passionately, the smell of my cum strong on her breath, and hers on mine. With a little squeeze of her pert ass, I turned and walked off.

"When are we gonna get married," she asked sweetly, softly. "Tomorrow? The day after?"

My heart ached and I went back up, held her hands, and told her that everything would be ready in one month. She excitedly kissed me all over, telling me that she couldn't wait. It was a few minutes before I finally left, driving off.

It was a long trainride with a fitful sleep, thinking of her, wondering when she would be in my arms again and what being her husband would be like. The thought of having her every day, the sex, the blowjobs, the sexy little teases she did, the outfits... it was the most thrilling anticipation I could remember. And when I finally got home, and saw those pictures, I couldn't help myself. I stroked off to them, probably her intention all along.