And once she had sucked him off, what would prevent him from trying that much harder to get her to fuck? He was strong as a bull, and had a temper like one – he was, in fact, a triple Taurus, and fit all the astrological cliches of that earth sign. He could rape her so easily if he wanted to, she knew that, and it was only his regard for her and his naivete which kept him slavishly satisfying her without getting full satisfaction from her in return. In one way, she secretly despised him for his long-suffering patience – why did he put up with that? But she was very careful to play him just right, to twist him around her little finger with just enough fooling around to keep him hopeful and interested.

"Kiss it… just kiss it, for God's sakes!" Chris implored again. He thrust his pelvis forward until the wet tip of his cock was grazing for her soft lips. Obediently, she placed a noncommittal kiss on the throbbing head of his prick. Then another, a little further down on the veiny undershaft. His balls were cradled against her throat, and the sparse hairs tickled her skin.

"Open your mouth; take it in your mouth!" he called hoarsely to her.

"I… I'm not comfortable this way," she lied. Actually, she had visions of his spewing his hot cum down her throat and strangling her with the hot liquid. Besides, she somehow wouldn't be a virgin any more, once she had sucked him off – that was mouth fucking, wasn't it?

"Couldn't I use my hand?" she asked, hoping to placate him.

"A hand is no substitute, dammit! Why can't you suck me, Jill? I can't stand it any longer. How much longer am I supposed to wait? You don't want to do a fucking thing for me!"

"Sure I do, Chris, and I have done some things… it's just that… well…"

"Well what! Yeah, I know all about your precious virginity and why you say you have to wait – at least, why you tell me you have to wait! But you know you want it as much as I do. It's just not fair, dammit!"