I wasn't the best at taking his cock deep in my mouth but I could tell he was liking what I was doing to him by the gasps he was making, especially wh...n I ran circles around his knob with my tongue. He grabbed me by the hair and started pulling me towards him. I had no choice but to open my mouth and try not to choke. Feeling his shaft going back and forward against my lips turned me on more than I ever had been before. I was gagging like a little bitch and I could feel vomit coming up every. He sat in his father's study all one night, holding his .32 pistol. It was a Colt Pocket Model, almost an antique, but he had fired it and knew it worked. He put it in his mouth, over and over, and took it out again. He thought of her, and the joy he would never know again for as long as he lived--not just the sex; of knowing Carol loved him--and he cried, and stopped, and cried again, and put the gun in his mouth, then took it out again and looked at it. Each time, something stopped him: His. One of the twenty-some other people in those classes was Faith White, nineteen years old, tall and thin with very light blonde hair. She wore more makeup than was good for her, but she looked nice despite it. Faith was two rows behind George for the classes, but they were paired for the lab-work. Students were two to a computer monitor there and were supposed to help each other work out the problems in putting COBOL programs together. Faith put a lot of her money and time into the clothes that. She brought her face to his cock as quickly as she could, getting his second spurt in her hair. She got him in her mouth quick enough to get the next four to five shots to land in the back of her throat. His grunt was loud and forceful. Not only could she feel the swoosh at the base of his cock with each contraction, she could feel the bass of his voice rumbling through his body. She moaned as the last squirt hit the roof of her mouth. She kept only his head in. She wanted to swirl his manly.