Whisky And Cartoons - Sex Stories

Whisky And Cartoons

... I arrive, “If you don’t like it, just stop. No wisecracks.” She doesn’t want me to laugh at her. “Don’t be a wuss,” I say. She spreads her knees apart as I touch the bump with my tongue, and she jumps, “Oh!” “I’m sorry,” She giggles. “No, it’s okay. It felt good.” I expect her to taste like salt, but she doesn’t, and I like the smell, whatever it is. I concentrate on licking her the way I did before, trying to mind the beat like when I played clarinet in the band and had to tap my feet. It felt good to suck her nipple, and I wish there was something to suck here, too. Margie watches me at first, then closes her eyes and pets my head. It hurts my neck to look at her face so I stare at the curly hair under my nose until I go cross–eyed and have to close my eyes. My tongue is getting very tired. I never realized that tongue muscles could get sore. Like kissing, this is boring, but I don’t want Margie to get mad at me like she did Danny, and I don’t want her to think I’m too little. It helps to pretend her bump is a tiny piece of hard candy. “Oh, fuck” she says, and her legs squeeze against my shoulders and her hips push against my mouth. She says, “Oh, fuck,” or another swear word every few licks, about a hundred times. I lick steady and strong, trying to decide what it tastes like. Kind of like Sour Balls, only better. All of a sudden, she stops making words and starts making short, sharp noises, as if she is being splashed with cold water, then she pushes me away. “What’s ...

... wrong?” She laughs between heavy breaths, “Nothing. I really didn’t think you could make me come, but you did, fucking eh”. “Did I do it better than Danny?” “All you had to do to be better than Danny was try.” I look down at my pants, smiling, “It turned me on, too.” Margie sits up to look, “I guess to hell. Stand up.” She pulls my pants down to my ankles and holds my penis in her hand, squeezing. The numbness returns as she rubs. Worried again, I say, “It’s numb. You shouldn’t squeeze it any more.” Margie giggles, “I think it’s supposed to be numb. Does this feel good?” She rubs hard back and forth and I nod. It makes me shiver it feels so good. “No problem then. Now that we’ve gone this far, wanna go all the way?” “What’s that?” Margie throws one leg over the arm of the couch pulling everything between her legs wide open. “If you want, you can stick it inside me.” There must be a hole there, after all. I look carefully, but can’t find it. “Where?” “There’s a place for it down there, I’ll show you.” She doesn’t wait for me to make up my mind, grabbing my penis and pointing the tip in between the folds of the pink wet skin. “Push,” she says, and I am amazed when my penis slips inside. “Back and forth,” she says. It is very warm and each time I push my body tingles. “You’re getting the hang of it. You do that as long as you want while I help myself.” Margie slips her finger over the bump I rubbed with my tongue while I back and forth. I go in all the way because she said I could, ...