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hard.
    “She’s trying to give you a handjob next to the Coke machine and you’re worrying about
    how a pussy works? I’m headed this way. Don’t fucking try to stop me!”
    Obviously, I didn’t. I went back to Susan’s room and she wasted no time yanking my jeans down and pulling my dick out of my boxers. Let me pause to give Susan some credit here: she could suck a dick. I won’t deny her that. I’m sure an accountant somewhere in Delaware is looking forward to his annual blowjob, sitting there in the office remembering how Susan could take a cock deep into her throat. Like a champ. Cheers, Mr. Accountant.
    I pawed at Susan’s breasts as she sucked me. I tried to do the right thing. I reached under the waist of her sweatpants and squeezed her ass. I may have slipped a finger into her pussy.
    Actually, I must have—I remember how hot, slick, and mysterious it all was. Why all the folds?
    Magazines and movies hadn’t prepared me for that. Where was everything? Was that her
    asshole? I decided to keep inserting fingers and wiggling them. She was writhing there, down on her knees, making louder and louder groaning noises, so she must have liked it.
    But then, almost out of the blue, like these things hit you when you’re 19: I felt an orgasm building. I suddenly remembered I was going to blast Susan’s eyeballs out if she tried to suck me off much more. She was tiny. I worried that I’d fill her stomach up.
    I took Susan’s head in my hands and pushed her off my dick.
    “Wha—whyy?” she said, wiping a mix of her saliva and my pre-cum off her chin. “Wasn’t it any good?”
    “Oh, it’s great,” I told her. “Fucking awesome, baby. You’re like a goddamn porn star. You know how to work it.” I tried to sound like my roommate. He said those things to the girls he brought back from parties.
    “Well, give that back, silly,” Susan said, reattaching herself to my cock. “I want to swallow it. Swallow your load.” The words were hard to make out – her mouth was full. I’m guessing at that last one. I’ve never been good at translating Dicksucker.
    “It’s just...” I said. “There’s a lot that comes out.”
    “Oh, I know,” she mumbled, I think, nodding vigorously. She slid my dick out to say, “I’ve done this a few times. I know what it’s like. Your hot, sticky load all over my mouth.”
    “No, I mean a LOT.”
    “Would you just shut up?”
    And off we went. Susan held my cock in one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She took me deep into her throat and started swirling her tongue wherever she could find room to swirl it. She alternated slow and fast as she bobbed her head. I started to lose focus. My legs shook. I remember noticing Susan’s pony tail bouncing wildly right before my balls seemed to constrict a bit and everything around my cock tightened.
    Then I blew her eyeballs out. Okay, not really. I came hard, surprisingly so, like it is the first time someone sucks you off in his (or her) mouth. It’ll never again be like that, and Susan had the honor of being my first. I’m not sure she’ll remember it that way.
    The first jets of cum must have gone right down her throat. I was all the way in, gasping, and I had three shots snapped off before anything even registered. Susan started heaving, making absurd motions with her hands as she twitched forward and jammed my cock in even further for the next bursts. She waved kind of like she was drowning and cheerleading at the same time.
    If I had to describe her noises (sorry, Susan, if you ever see this), they were a combination of
    “Hurk-urk” and “Ahhhnnnnnggg.” Thick streams were coming out of her nose.
    She quickly threw herself backwards and continued coughing and gagging on her nice little pink faux fur rug. Meanwhile, I had about twenty more rounds in the chamber. I froze (well, most of me froze) and I let five or six thick shots splatter her head and back. That wasn’t on purpose, I swear. I couldn’t find