Make Out: 1957

A full moon illuminates Bobby Jacobs shiny new green Chevy Bel-Air as it pulls to the edge of Make Out Mountain. All to themselves, Bobby and Lil study each other in silence. Lil shyly drops her gaze fiddling with the cuticle on her thumb. Bobby smiles putting his hand on hers.

"Don't be nervous, Lil. I should be the one nervous. I've never been out with a sorority president."

"I just want it to be special." Lil replies.

Breaching an invisible barrier, they lean in. Their lips touching ever so slightly. Pulses race as potent hormones saturate bloodstreams. Wanting mouths open allowing curious tongues to freely explore.

Bobby's right hand gently cups Lil's sweater clad right breast. Lil lets out a feline purr. Her lips suck Bobby closer. Bobby snakes his left hand to the hemline of her pleated skirt. His eyes meet hers. A Pause. Lil gives the "go ahead" with her eyes. Bobby licks his lips like a starving lion. His hand resumes its journey inward finding no barrier.

"No panties?" Bobby breathed.

"Only for you." Cooed Lil. "Put your fingers inside me."

Bobby's fingers dance among Lil's slick lips as he frees her left breast from its Angora prison. His mouth attacks her swollen nipple sucking and flicking his tongue to the rhythm of "Earth Angel" on the radio. Lil cradles him to her bosom like a mother with a suckling newborn. Bobby fingers her pussy like a hungry bear cub trying to get that last drop of delicious honey from a hive. The squishing of her pussy drives Lil to near ecstasy.

"Pull it out, Bobby. I wanna see it."

Bobby's right hand unbuttons his jeans while keeping his left hand busy and never neglecting Lil's tit. Lil pulls down the front of his striped boxers springing his semi-engorged cock. Like a time-lapsed film of a growing mushroom, it expands lustrous with beautiful shades of pinks and reds. Lil cups his taut balls massaging them like she's preparing to roll dice. She lets the tip of her tongue dance around his mushroom cap. A mixture of love drops and saliva suspends from his piss hole to her tongue. The exhale from Lil's nostrils chill the mixture sending small jolts through his nerves.

Lil's tongue extends beyond reason licking the entire underside length in one movement. Bobby is too focused on his tasks to notice nothing but sheer pleasure. She engulfs his shiny shaft cap rolling it around like an Everlasting Gobstopper. Suddenly his entire cock disappears down her gullet. Bobby grunts as her throat muscles massage his entire length. He almost blows his load, but Lil dials back her advance. If he comes now, there will be less reward later.

Lil draws out half his shaft commencing with the old "pump n' slurp". Bobby has a fairly clean taste. She can tell he hasn't been with more than two girls. One was on her period and the other had a slight yeast problem, but nothing unappetizing or unhealthful. There is however an overwhelming taste of petroleum jelly. That's okay. It sure beats the animal grease and mud that men of her distant past would use.

Wrapping up, Lil twists her tongue around his shaft like the red stripe on a barber's pole and slowly pulls it around causing him exquisite convulsions.

Pulling his slickery hand from her crotch, she licks his fingers like a loyal dog.

"Mmm...I taste good."

Bobby is a little stunned at Lil's sexual bravado. "Wanna taste?" Lil pulls up her skirt spreading her legs. Bobby attacks her pussy like a rabid gopher. Its like he's digging a tunnel to China.

Feeling her body swell to orgasm, Lil grabs Bobby's head just before her release. She wrenches his neck sideways drilling canine fangs into his jugular. She quickly disengages not having sucked, but injected neurotoxin stimulant into his bloodstream. Bobby's shocked eyes lock open witnessing the unthinkable. Bobby feels his entire blood supply rushing to his absurdly bulging cock.

Lil unleashes a guttural growl, as she rolls over straddling him like a coin driven pony ride. Rocking back and forth, she arches her back while pushing away on his shoulders. Twitching and whimpering, Bobby's tearing eyes shout the draining of his very essence. His flesh fades pale as his body begins to collapse upon itself like a leaking blow up fuck doll. Lil, entranced like a mother crocodile laying her eggs, pumps her body up and down like an oil drilling rig. Bobby's eyes fall back into his caving skull. His shriveled mass is empty.

Lil dismounts wiping her bloody crotch with his leather jacket sleeve.

"Thanks for the fill up, mister." She giggles as she checks her makeup in the rear view mirror. Lil joins the night as "Earth Angel" fades on the radio.

CERTAINLY NOT THE END