More throat training

You stumble down the hallway at the top of the stairs. Kicking off the pants hanging from one foot, you fling them into one of the open doorways into who-knows-who’s bedroom. Reaching the last door, you open it slowly and quietly, tip toeing inside. This must be what it feels like trying to sneak a girl home under your parents’ nose - not that you ever had much experience with that in your old life; there was no room in your schedule between playing videogames, avoiding chores set by your step-mom, and jerking your cock raw to facial abuse pornos.

So it’s quite the titilating experience to be hiding in an unfamiliar bedroom, waiting for a teenager to come get her throat trained on your cock whilst avoiding her parents. Cupping a hand around an ear, the voices downstairs are still muted, but Hazel appears to be making claims of food poisoning and a tummy ache. An unfamiliar female voice is fretting whilst furniture is moved around and plates clatter. You debate sneaking a peek at the new arrival, but decide against it for now. There’ll be time enough later to find out if the fuckability of the Kristi family genes extend into MILF-hood. First things first, Hazel still needs a good hard pump and dump.

After a few minutes you hear small footsteps padding up the stairs and tuck yourself out of sight behind the door, turning in towards Hazel’s bedroom. It’s a typical teen girl’s room - posters and pictures of friends covering every wall, random girl shit everywhere, floor strewn with clothes. The only tidy spot is in a corner with a webcam and microphone setup. Pink neon lamps illuminate a suction cup dildo and a pump bottle of water-based lubricant, a tiny, slutty schoolgirl uniform, a pair of torn fishnet stockings, black high heels, and a choker with the words ‘DADDY’S GIRL’ on the side. Fucking hell. No wonder Kristi tried to hide her and her mom is trying to ban her from social media. Talk about a jackpot.

Hazel walks in a moment later with a tea towel, wiping her chin and closing the door behind her.

“Okay, we gave her the slip. She’ll be coming to che- waah?!”

You immediately grab her and toss her onto the bed, closing the door behind you and sliding the lock. Climbing on top of her, you straddle her chest and thrust yourself up against her face, her head pinned between your crotch and the headboard.

“Shhhh! She’ll hear us!” Hazel giggles, nuzzling your shaft.

“Door’s locked. Come on, just lick it.”

She looks up at you, wide eyed and surprised at your sudden brashness. Her eyes dart towards her bedroom door to check it’s shut, but you’re too excited to care about anything but her mouth.

“I. Said. Lick it.” Humping her face, your cock dribbles precum in warm rivulets across her forehead as you grind your shaft and balls across her lips.

You reach down and pull up her damp top, yanking down the lacy bra and freeing her tits. Very nice. A little on the smaller side, but perky and with hard, prominent nipples. You flick them between your fingers, then cup a breast in one palm and give it a squeeze. The tit fills your hand nicely, and you continue to pinch, cup and rub them until you feel her lips peppering kisses on your shlong.

You grab the angry looking column of meat and press it against her lips, smearing them back and forth with precum as you pop the head between the slippery soft flesh, hissing as you rub the sensitive head across her braces and into her cheek, bulging it obscenely.

She reaches up to stroke you, but you push her hands away. She looks up at you confused.

“Uh uh. No hands now. Mouth only. Keep your eyes on me, and take it as deep as you can. Let’s see if you’re as talented as you think.”

“I know awwl the gurrws wat get fast twackked to the tawp haww to do this stuff. I’m n..nowt naive. O…of course I can do ithh!” She blubbers around your dick, drooling messily and spitting all over it in the process.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, honey. It’s rude.” You start to hump her face as she helps by bobbing her head, the two of you building up a rhythm until she’s taking half the shaft and starting to gag again. The back of her throat bumps against you, teasing.

“All right. You ready?” You ask. Hazel looks up at you submissively, blinking away gag-induced tears. She gives you a double thumbs up.

You just stare at her.

“Well then? Get on with it. Training wheels are off now, I’m not going to do everything for you.”

Over the next few minutes, she makes decent headway. Slobbering and coughing up slop, she nevertheless smears her lipstick a little deeper onto your shaft with every attempt at taking you deeper. Finally, the head of your cock pops into her throat and she slides deeper, mouth gaping and lips stretched thin.

You look down at the face engulfing most of your collosal cock, black mascara streaking tracks down her cheeks and a mixture of snot and regurgitated gagspit pooling in around her nose and bloated cheeks. She looks up at you and raises her eyebrows in a silent query.

You don’t say a word, just reach down and tap her top lip with your index finger, and then tap your crotch, just above the base of your shaft. An inch left to go.

She pleads with her eyes, knuckles gripping the bedsheets so hard they turn white. You stare at her, wordlessly. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hazel looks down at the last inch of your cock, almost cross-eyed. She blows bubbles through the slop covering her nose and pushes harder. Eyes clenching shut and a vein bulging with exersion on her reddening forehead, she shovels another half inch down her gullet before lurching.

You grab the back of her head in both hands, pulling her back in until her nose touches your belly. Warm wetness gushes from her mouth and twin strings spew from her nostrils, but she’s not done yet.

Instead of twisting away, she lets go of the bedsheets and reaches around your waist, gripping you tight and holding on, pulling herself deeper. You let go of her head and let her work as she continues to both drain her stomach and pull her throat single mindedly the last half inch onto your shaft.

Finally, her nose crushes up against your crotch and her lips push onto your groin. A wet cough expels more slime onto the now sodden bedsheets as she opens her eyes and lools up at you, begging silently. ‘Did I pass?’ They seem to say.

You revel in the hot tighness gripping the entire length of your monster cock for a few more seconds, then twitch as you feel a tongue run down the underside of your shaft and onto your balls, swirling around your hairy ballsack and reaching toward your taint.

Fucking hell. Yeah, that’s a pass. You take the opportunity to grab her head and push as deep as you can, crushing her face into your groin until the tip of her tongue can flick at your butthole. Then you let go, tapping her head to let her know she can pull off.

Hazel pulls her head away, licking at your cock the whole way before turning and coughing. Thick strings of slime connect your groin with her face, though she seems more focused on taking deep breaths and blowing her nose.

“Told you I… *cough cough* I could do it!” She beams with pride. “I bet Kristi couldn’t do that, could she?”

You don’t comment, just shrugging. The more sibling rivalry you can foster here, the better.

“Alright, you’ve proven you can take it all the way. But we’re not done yet. You're close, but you need to prove you can actually take a fucking before I can sign you off on the deal of a lifetime.” You pat the edge of her bed. “Lie down here. No, no. Upside down, head over the edge. I’ll be doing all the work from here on out. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. Hands behind your back. Good.”

Suddenly, a knock at the door makes you freeze.

“Hazel, is everything okay in there? Did you throw up again? Do you want me to call the doctor?”