"Your mouth is as tight and hot as your little pussy!" Kevin groaned, now getting into the mood of things.

Tammy began sucking up and down at a furious pace, pressing his dick deeply into the back of her throat and withdrawing it again. She could feel his cockhead begin to balloon, pressing against her throat muscles with overpowering pressure.

"Suck it, you cum-drinker!" Kevin moaned. "Suck it good and I'll let you gargle my sperm!"

Just then, Tammy felt a hot splatter of creamy jism spew out of his prick and splash against the back of her throat.

"Take it all, you cocksucker!" Kevin grunted, jutting his hips upward to bury his dick fully into her mouth.

Tammy drank quickly, trying to swallow each creamy wad, but the amount was too much for her tiny throat. Huge gobs collected in her cheeks and streamed out the corners of her mouth, oozing down her chin.

Kevin gave a final upward thrust, emptying the last of his hot load into her mouth. He paused for a couple of seconds, and then pushed her back, his hands on her shoulders.

"Now for that beer," he said, getting up, and zipping his shorts.

Tammy was stunned. She ran her tongue around on her lips, licking into her mouth the remnants of her suck job. Her pussy was churning with agonized torment, demanding release. She turned, her pride leaving her, to beg for him to fuck her.

She heard the door slam. She stood up and saw that he was returning to the mower, a beer in his hand. She touched herself between her thighs and began rubbing her clit with her fingers.

While she looked at him, she stroked the hot, pulsating bud, feeling the pleasure increase. And then she moaned as the climax throbbed into her pussy.

She felt like crying. Her orgasm had been empty, the release incomplete. She went into the bedroom and lay down, her troubled mind rifled with self-loathing and contempt.