Abbie gives Darryl a second blowjob

"You're tireless," Darryl said with a chuckle.

Abbie had slipped her mouth over the head of Darryl's cock, slowly taking it back into her mouth again. Somehow, it seemed bigger to her. She hadn't had much experience with guys able to get hard again right away after an orgasm, but it certainly was an exciting development. Abbie didn't know what to expect -- would he come again faster? Slower? Not at all? She giddily slurped and sucked on his dick, eager to find out.

Darryl, on the other hand, did have some experience with staying aroused even after coming. It had been a while, but he couldn't help remembering a younger version of himself -- and not a story he'd have been all that proud to tell. During some of his single years, he discovered that he could frequently get it up again almost immediately after jerking off. And during his single years, he did plenty of jerking off.

This was different, of course. Not only was this really happening, but it was better than any movie he'd ever watched. Who is this girl? he wondered, amazed, astonished. Why is she doing this at all ... and why twice?

Abbie seemed to enjoy each moment more than the last. She was convinced now that Darryl's dick was thicker (and definitely hotter) than when he had climaxed moments earlier. She took a pause, pulled his cock from her mouth, and gasped for air.

"I'm as shocked as you are," Darryl mumbled. "No pressure, of course. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen."

"It'll happen," Abbie said with a grin. She put her lips back against the head of his dick, and slowly pushed it into her mouth.

It was about halfway down when Darryl spoke. "Don't hurt yourself," he said, almost instantly regretting it.

Abbie leaned back. "Hurt myself?"

"On my -- you know."

Abbie looked up at him. She jerked him off while she glared. "What, like if I tried to go too deep or something?"

Darryl blushed. "Well, yeah. I guess that's what I meant. I mean, it's not the biggest thing in the world -- me, I mean, my, you know. But still. I don't know many women who like to, um ... well, you know."

"Your monologuing skills have deteriorated," said Abbie with a smile. She took another quick suck on Darryl's dick to make sure it was still hard (and it was).

"Yeah, well, everything you're doing to me is kind of deteriorating my ability to remain conscious, so I think you get what you get."

Abbie laughed. "I'm not going to hurt myself. But thank you for your concern." She slipped her mouth back over his cock.

"I just meant that -- if you were trying to, like, go deeper or something, you just -- I don't know. I mean, can you even? Not every girl can, I think. Can you?"

Abbie's eyes were up on Darryl's face, even as her mouth was working on his cock. She angled her head and opened her mouth wider. As she dipped further down, she took more of him into her mouth, then retreated. She licked the tip again, went down, and even more fit into her mouth than before. Taking her time, she gradually worked her way down his dick, further and further, until finally, she had her nose pressed against his pubic hair, and her lips fully at the base of his shaft.

She held the position for a moment, her face mashed against him, her tongue working around his thick cock inside her mouth. She pumped herself into his body a few times, as if to suggest that she'd still go deeper if there was any more to go. She stayed there for ten, twenty, almost thirty seconds, staring up at Darryl the whole time. Finally, her eyes began to water a bit, and very slowly, she slid back off him again, keeping her tongue in contact with his shaft, all the way to the tip. She pursed her lips at the tip, and released him back into her hands again.

"I suppose I can," Abbie said quietly, smiling up at Darryl.

Darryl swallowed, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"And now," said Abbie, "the question is whether you can deliver your end of the deal."

"Deal?"

Abbie giggled. "Sure. In my experience, guys like to achieve some kind of pleasurable conclusion. Especially guys who get as thick and hard ... as you." She gave Darryl's dick a squeeze as she described him.

Darryl sighed, a feeble groan emanating from his lips.

"Normally, I'd assume you were just about ready for that -- but then again, you did just nearly overflow my mouth only a few minutes ago." She cheerfully stroked and sucked on him for a bit before popping his dick back out of her mouth. "Of course, if you want to do that again, you certainly can." She sucked him a little more. "Unless you have other ideas?"