I finally have a man interested in making me his girlfriend. So ... today I'm coming out. You're the first to know." I'm so proud of you little angel,... you say as you force your tongue down my throat. Well ... force is the wrong word. You thrust your tongue into my unexpecting mouth catching me by surprise."Ummmm," you moan a short second later as I suck it deep down into my efophagus.You twist and turn that tongue and work it further down. My sphincter spasms around your fingers and I can feel. The bastard was doing it. He really could control me. Istruggled to take back control, even as I knelt in front of him.Even as my hands reached for his zipper and freed his large blackcock.I finally got control of my body and pulled my hand off his cockhardening manhood. I had been giving him a handjob."You faggot. You sick fucker," I accused."Faggot?" He laughed. "I'm not the one giving out handjobs." You made me do it. You did it to yourself." If you say so Sissy Chrissie. By the way, is it. She'd shown up at school one day totally Goth—the clothes, the makeup—everything but the body piercings—and had taken a ration of shit from everybody, especially the jocks and cheerleaders and ended up going home "sick" at noon. The next day she'd been back to her normal self and tried to make it sound like it was all just an "experiment." Later she'd confided in a couple of other girls that a cousin who was heavy into the Goth lifestyle had talked her into trying it."Beth, don't worry. You. I mean there was a dense undergrowth going on there. It looked she was sitting on the face of a Hasidic rabbi. But being an eternal optimist, I knew I could save time on my busy schedule by going down on her while simultaneously flossing. Win/win. Plus it reminded me to order Brilliant Pads from Amazon. So I dove in. As the tip took a leisurely tour around her pulsating clit, her hips were thrusting and her back arching. I thought to myself 'Wow, it's true. Winter is cumming.' (Let's count.