Charlotte is as horny a person as I am. I know this to be a fact.

She can be wet at a moment’s notice — like her libido is always on stand-by, just waiting for a button to be pressed. And then she’s ready.

By my estimate, she masturbates more than I do. She can’t help it; sometimes she just needs to come. This, I think, is why we get along so well.

So when she texted me saying she’d like to stop by between classes, I had a pretty good idea of what she had in mind. Come on over, I replied.

Charlotte is a few years younger than me, in her junior year of college, but neither of us notices the age difference much. We’re just two similarly horny people trying to get by.

I straightened up the living room and made my bed while I waited for her to show up. When I got her first text, something stirred in between my legs; the mere appearance of her in my consciousness can be enough to turn me on. I sat and imagined her soft lips, and the way she gets bashful when she knows I want her. I imagined the feel of her breasts through her shirt and bra, and the wet warmth I would feel through her panties when I made my way down there.

The doorbell surprised me, and I jumped up to get the door, forgetting about my hardon.

Charlotte stood in the doorway, her cheeks flushed from the bike ride over. Her long dark brown hair fell over her shoulders in big tumbling curls. She smiled at me and took a few steps into the room.

“This a bad time?” she asked, glancing at the slight bulge in my jeans, narrowing her eyes in play-suspicion. She smirked at me and pushed past into the kitchen.

I followed her, admiring the curve of her ass through the thin fabric of her yellow sundress. As she poured herself a glass of water, I came up behind her and put my hands around her waist.

“I was thinking about you,” I whispered in her ear, her thick hair tickling my nose. “I was thinking about how I wanted to see you.” I ran my hands up her sides, feeling the warm glow of her perspiration. “I was thinking about the feeling of your body.” My hands made their way to her breasts, cupping their fullness through her dress and bra. I peeked over her shoulder and down into her cleavage. The sun coming through the kitchen window illuminated the space between her breasts, her skin set afire by the yellow glow of the fabric.
She closed her eyes and sighed as I massaged her breasts gently through her bra. Her breasts are very sensitive, and she loves when I give them attention. I kissed her neck and told her to go get undressed in the living room.

“No,” she said. “I want you in the bedroom. And I want you naked first.”

When Charlotte wants something, all signs of shyness disappear. She states plainly what she wants, and she gets it. She gets turned on when I put up a fight, but I invariably give in.

We walked to the bedroom and she stood in front of the door with her arms folded, smiling wryly at me as I took off my clothes. She let out a low groan at the sight of my cock, like the sound someone makes when they get a massage. I stood before her stiffening slowly, watching her beautiful eyes devour each inch of my penis.

“Don’t move,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. She grabbed my ass and pulled me so that my growing erection brushed against her face. She pushed it around with her nose, letting her moist lips brush against it. When I was fully hard, she let my cock fall heavily on her forehead, breathing lightly against my balls.

My cock throbbed excitedly as she took my balls one at a time into her hot hungry mouth. She mumbled things I couldn’t discern as she worked each of them with her tongue, the weight of my erection rubbing against her nose and forehead.

“You taste good, baby,” she said, wrapping her hand around my cock, smiling at me.

The sight of her breasts jiggling in her bra as she slowly jacked me off was driving me crazy. I needed to get her naked.

“You looking at my tits?” she said, giving them a look herself. “You’re just gonna have to wait for those.” With that, she spit a big glob of saliva onto the head of my cock and began sliding her hand up and down the length of me. “You like watching me rub your cock baby?” she cooed. “I bet you love watching. I bet you wanna watch me take it into my mouth.”

I groaned and told her I wanted to feel her mouth around me. I watched as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, her puffy red lips wrinkling as they stretched around my shaft, her big hazel eyes never leaving mine. Her lips made me think of strawberries. She sucked me hard, her eyes looking hungry, mumbling answers to my dirty questions as she went.

“You like having my big cock in your mouth?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Can you take it deeper?”

“Mmmgkmmhmm.”

After a few minutes of this, she stood up abruptly and kissed me hard on the mouth. I took the opportunity to get my hands under her skirt and pulled it up over her head in one fluid motion. I reached around her and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor. Without taking my eyes off hers I pushed her dark pink panties to the floor. She gasped at the suddenness of her nudity, standing in the middle of my bedroom, with nothing to hide behind.

I pulled her body against mine and kissed her deeply. She let out a short moan against my mouth. Her supple breasts pressed against my skin, nipples growing hard. I began kissing my way down her neck to her shoulders, my hands caressing her smooth, round ass. Once I reached her breasts I took the tip of each into my mouth and licked smooth circles around her rosy nipples. Charlotte bit her lip and groaned.

Her nipples are big and dark, and with the proper attention they stand out from her breasts like sentinels. I sucked each of them hard and watched her cheeks flush.

“Oh fuck that feels nice,” she sighed. “I love when you suck my tits.”

I felt a chill run down my spine to my balls when she said tits. It was just a teaser for how dirty I knew her mouth would get when we really got going.

Once I was done with her breasts, I worked my way down over her stomach, kissing her navel on the way, until I reached her neat little patch of pubic hair. I squeezed her ass as I nuzzled her dark bush. The scent of her pussy rose to me like a pleading invitation. I accepted and lowered my lips to her wet pink folds, kissing her lips like one would a lover’s forehead. Charlotte looked down at me hungrily, biting her lower lip, begging me to give her pussy what it wanted.

Again, I accepted. How could I not? I buried my mouth in the wetness of her pussy, my tongue systematically working its way around, my chin instantly covered in her juices. After a moment of exploration, I honed in on her clit. Charlotte is crazy about having her clit worked over, and it’s always ready, so I set right to it.

With her lips in my mouth I circled her swollen knob firmly with the tip of my tongue. She wriggled against me and arched her back.

“Yes baby. Yes. Right there. Suck my clit,” she moaned, her tits rocking back and forth with each buck of her body.

I answered, but my words were lost as vibrations against her soaked pussy. The pitch of her voice sounded like she was getting close to her destination, so I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face yet harder against her crotch.

“Oh baby, eat that pussy. Keep going,” she moaned. “You’re gonna fucking make me cum all over your face.”

The sound of her ravenously horny voice made me want to push her over the edge into orgasm even worse, so I doubled my speed and reached up and squeezed her bouncing tits. They were soft in my hands like dough, with her nipples poking my palms. Her moans turned to desperate screams as she let me thrust her into orgasm.

“Oh fuck baby. Oh fuck,” she said through gritted teeth. “Here I fucking come.”

The orgasm thrashed through her body like a rip-tide. her back arched and her hips rocked against my face. I felt the waves of it pass through her as she ground her clit against my mouth.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” she said, giggling, as her orgasm subsided. Her cheeks were flushed rosy red to match her nipples and she bit her lower lip. “I just came so hard.”

“I know you did. It was fucking hot,” I replied, licking her juices off of my lips. She pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, our tongues intertwining. She likes to taste herself after she comes.

Suddenly she shoved me down onto the bed and pulled herself up to the level of my cock.

“Now you’re gonna come for me,” she said, wrapping her soft fingers around my erection. She began to jerk me off roughly, staring into my eyes. “You better fucking come.”

She leaned down and spit loudly onto the head of my cock. We watched it slide down my shaft and she resumed work with her hands, squeezing my balls while she jerked me off with increasing intensity. I grunted and groaned, telling her how much I liked her hands around me. She responded by speeding her strokes even more.

“You feel so big in my hand,” she said under her breath as she squeezed me. “I can feel it throbbing.”

“I want you to suck my cock again,” I said.

“Is that an order?” she asked coyly.

“Yes.”

Charlotte licked her red lips and looked down at my erection pointing up at her, as if sizing it up. She took just the head into her mouth at first, but once she’d gotten that nice and wet, she took more of me. With each bob of her head, she took another half-inch of my shaft down her throat. I ran my fingers through her hair and pushed my hips toward her. She looked up at me, asking with her eyes if I liked what she was doing.

“Can you take me all the way in?”

“Mmmhmm”

I watched as she took more and more of my length down her throat, her eyes widening as she neared the end, her effort tangible. She slid the last half-inch of my cock into her mouth and I felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat. With wide eyes, she held me there for a moment and slid me out of her mouth with a gasp. I groaned hungrily as she jerked me off while catching her breath.

“Oh baby, if you keep that up I’m gonna come,” I grunted. Her hand was wrapped tightly around my wet cock, the blood throbbing in my veins, her beautiful, trusting eyes gazing up at me. I felt like I could come at any moment.

With this, she thrust my cock back into her mouth, taking me all the way in and all the way out a few times. I threw my head back, groaning her name over and over, pulling her head towards me gently by her hair. Her eyes didn’t leave mine.

When I told her I was really going to cum soon, she loudly popped my cock out of her mouth and began jerking me off roughly against her breasts.

“You gonna come for me baby?” she said through her teeth. “You wanna come on my tits?”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

“You wanna come all over my tits? Let me see you come baby.”

Charlotte’s breasts jiggled and bounced as her hand stroked up and down my shaft. She stared up at me with a beautiful ravenous intensity. I felt the orgasm rising in my balls, as if from a long way off. Like a train on its way. I surrendered to its arrival, groaning with my head thrown back.

“Oh fuck I’m coming baby!”

“Fuck yes, come for me.”

I looked down just in time to see the first powerful spurt of cum travel the distance between my cock and her face, landing squarely on her bright red lips. Like strawberries and cream, I thought in that uncanny mid-orgasm clearing. The second shot draped itself over her breasts, and the next few hit her nipples.

“Ooh baby. Come all over my tits,” she cooed, licking the cum from her lips, squeezing the last slow waves of it from my cock onto her smooth, soft breasts. She licked the last drop from my head and smiled a giddy smile up at me, as much with her eyes as with her mouth.

“Thank you, Charlotte,” I said, letting out a deep sigh.

She pulled herself up and kissed me on the mouth. “No, thank you.”

I arrived at about 10am to find her dressed in busted-ass jeans and a sweatshirt, making herself a smoothie for breakfast.

“Thanks so much for coming over, dude,” she said in her slow North Carolina drawl. “I’ll show you the garden.”

We walked to the backyard. She had her long brunette hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, and I watched the stray strands wisp behind her in the morning sun. She’s one of those beautiful girls that looks sexy no matter what she’s wearing. It’s effortless, and it shines through sweatshirts and sundresses alike.

We talked about the plan for her garden, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her lively, animated mouth. Her almond-shaped deep brown eyes laughed along with her lips as we joked. I pretty much missed the plan.

She finished her smoothie and we set to it. The work was simple enough; we’d build three raised beds for veggies and fill them with soil and compost.

As noon approached, the sun crept into her backyard and started to warm things up. It had rained hard the night before (that’s March in the NW for you) and the air quickly became balmy. The two of us toiled in the mossy, leafy enclosure of her garden, shovelling heavy dirt to the side. A thin film of sweat and smeared dirt covered our bodies.

Leanne wiped her forehead and disappeared into the house. She emerged a minute later with two mason jars filled with cold water. It was so good I almost didn’t notice that she’d taken off her sweatshirt, and was now wearing only a thin gray deep-v tshirt.

“Drink up,” she said. “I don’t want you collapsing out here.” Her breasts stood out impressively from her torso under the thin cotton. They looked so firm and buoyant for their size, and as she bent to set down her jar, I was allowed a look through her swaying cleavage to her smooth stomach.

Leanne is a curvy girl, without being the least bit pudgy. Her hips are wide, her butt is big, and her stomach has a smooth graceful curve to it. Her skin is taut and firm. When she stretches into one of her ambiguously suggestive yoga poses, her back arches like a cat. I’ve never seen another girl quite like her, and I find her body both beautiful and beguiling.
We continued working, but I was distracted by the presence of her bouncing, bucking breasts, veiled only thinly by her tshirt.

The remainder of the work went quickly enough, and before we knew it we were shovelling soil into the last bed. We raked it smooth and surveyed the scene.

“Awesome,” Leanne said, giving me a high-five. “Let’s just clear up all this scrap wood and call it a day.”

She bent to pick up an armload of cedar scraps, but dropped it immediately with a shriek. “Oh shit, I just got a nasty splinter!”

I rushed over and saw the small shard of wood sticking out of the heel of her hand. “Lets go into the house and I’ll get it all cleaned up,” I said.

We went into the bathroom, and with a pair of tweezers, I pulled the splinter out gently. She squeezed my shoulder while I did it and looked at me with her big almond eyes. I watched her bite her lip while we both considered what to do next. I leaned forward to kiss her and she eagerly met my lips.

After a moment in the bathroom, she led me by the hand down the hall and up the stairs to her bedroom. In the doorway to her room she turned to me with a sultry look and, as she blinked slowly, asked if I wanted her. I said I did, and she pulled me into her room and swung the door mostly shut.

Leanne undid the bun in her hair, laid down on her soft bed, and placed my hands over her breasts. “They’re very sensitive,” she said quietly.

I softly caressed her breasts through the hot moist cotton, feeling her nipples begin to poke through. She let out a long sigh and told me to keep rubbing them. I obliged and watched as she ran her hand over her stomach and down to the button on her jeans. She undid it clumsily and forced her hand down into her tight pants.

“Oh, that feels good,” she cooed. “I love having my boobs touched like that.”

Through her open widow, the sounds of the neighborhood filtered in, mixing with birdsong. She rubbed herself and moaned quietly as I massaged her heavenly breasts.

When she opened her eyes again and sat up, she laughed at herself. “Thanks, that felt really nice…” I interrupted her with a deep long kiss. As our mouths intertwined, she fumbled more with her jeans, managing to kick them off onto the floor. I pulled the tshirt up over her head and kissed my way down to her rosy nipples, which looked like tulips and tasted salty from her sweat.

She took in a short breath as I ran my tongue over her nipple. Her hand wandered down once again over her stomach to her pink cotton panties. As I sucked and kissed her breasts she began to masturbate intently.. Her moans mixed with the birdsong and neighborhood sounds and the quiet wet sounds of her hand under her panties.

“Keep sucking my nipples baby, it feels so good,” she said. When she said this her North Carolina accent immediately became the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Leanne increased the intensity of her masturbation steadily until she was writhing under me, rubbing herself wildly and begging me to keep sucking. When she sounded like she was getting ready to cum, she looked at me with a begging urgency and pushed my head downward.

“Baby, will you use your mouth while I cum? I’m so fucking close.”

I pulled off her moist panties and gazed at her hot pink pussy, shaved completely clean, blooming wetly like a tropical flower after a thunderstorm. Only after I kissed my way down her thighs to her pussy did she stop fingering her clit. I took it into my mouth, knowing that she was ready for me, and circled it quickly with my tongue. She arched her back and grabbed a handful of blankets, letting loose a startling moan.

I worked her clit hard with my mouth, feeling her juices running down my chin, until I felt her hanging on the edge of orgasm. Then I took as much of her soft, sweet pussy as I could into my mouth and ground my face from side to side as she orgasmed long and loud.

When I looked up at her she giggled, out of breath. “Thank you so much baby. That was a fucking great orgasm. I needed that.” She kissed me on the mouth, licking up the juices on my lips and chin.

“You want me to suck your cock?” she asked slowly, in what was the sultriest tone I’d ever heard aimed at me.

“Yes.”

She stood, naked, and pulled off my jeans. I took off my tshirt. My erection pressed out through my boxers and she pulled those off too. “Mmm, looks like you have a nice big dick,” she said, looking up at me. I watched her perfect tits jiggle as she wrapped her delicate hand around my erection and began to stroke.

Leanne licked her lips and took my cock into her hot mouth. She sucked me tightly straight from the beginning, seemingly intent on making me cum as quickly as possible. Her big slow eyes never left mine as the length of my cock disappeared between her red lips. I saw a flash of fear when I reached the back of her throat and she almost gagged, but she knew what she was doing.

Steadily, she increased the speed of her pumps until she was bobbing loudly up and down on my dripping plum-red erection. Her long shiny hair fell onto my lap, and I could only occasionally see her eyes, still looking up at me.

“Oh my god Leanne, you’re gonna make me cum,” I said, wondering if she planned on swallowing it. She smiled, with my cock still filling her mouth, and tried to mumble something completely unintelligible. She popped it out loudly.

“You wanna cum on my lips baby?” she said with a smirk. My smile was the only answer she needed. She returned to my erection with renewed suction, and deftly ramped me up to the edge of orgasm. As I careened toward the precipice, I first watched her firmly hanging tits sway and bounce as she sucked me wildly, and then her hungry almond-eyes looking at me with intense expectation.

As I grunted the arrival of my orgasm, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and jerked me off against her wet red lips. Our eyes remained locked as I released the first shotgun spurt onto her mouth. Her tongue circled my head as I laid the rest of my cum onto her beautiful lips. When I had finished, she sucked the tip of my cock clean and stood up, giggling.

“Mmm, that was lovely baby,” she said, my cum still covering her lips. “I’m gonna go clean myself up real quick.”

She disappeared into the hallway and down the stairs. I heard the water run in the bathroom. As she started back up the stairs I heard her roommate’s voice. They talked for a few minutes on the stairs, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Leanne was most definitely naked though, and had just washed my cum off her face. I felt a little hazy with desire for this beguiling girl.

Since summer, I’ve moved to a new part of the city, which means I no longer live with Bri. I sometimes miss living with her, but we’ve become better friends since I moved. A few weeks ago she called me out of the blue to invite me along for a trip to some nearby hotsprings. I accepted, remembering our last lazy naked day spent there, and agreed to meet at her place the next morning.

When I rolled up on my bike, Bri was loading her car with all manner of supplies. “You planning on staying up there for a while?” I joked.

“Lock up your bike, smartass,” she replied. “I just like to be prepared.”

I followed her into the house to help carry the last of the supplies, and as I glanced down I was reminded of the way she would drive me crazy walking around the house in her skirts, her ass jiggling as she walked. I could follow her around all day.

We hit the road shortly thereafter, en route to pick up her friend Olivia, who would be coming along. I was pleased that Olivia was joining us, as she and Bri were very physical together, and we would after all be spending the better part of the day naked. She’s also an incredibly attractive woman, way tall, great curves — and I had never seen her naked.

Olivia was ready and waiting when we got to her house, standing in the driveway looking like a hitchhiker from the seventies, arms crossed and hips cocked. She kissed both of us on the cheek as she jumped into the back seat. As I recall, she grew up with money in Brooklyn. Very fond of kissing, those people.

“So where are you taking me, Bri?” She asked as we took off. “All you said on the phone was that there’d be water and I wouldn’t need a bathing suit.”

“Sounds about right,” Bri said, smirking at me. “All you need is that fine ass of yours and the rest of the day off.”

The drive up into the mountains to the hotsprings took an hour or so, and we ended up having to hike the last bit on account of unplowed roads. But we made it. Approaching the springs, we were welcomed by thick clouds of steam drifting through the forest. The three of us like space-people, scouting this strange new world.

In the sixties, some clever folks had built an ewok-village of sorts surrounding the springs, with ducts feeding steaming water to wooden tubs. Bri was the first to get naked once we picked a tub. She threw off her clothes and began dancing around the tub, her white feet squishing into the snow-covered moss. Olivia and I watched Bri’s beautiful body bounce and sway for a minute before we followed suit.

I watched the girls play in the snow as I cooled the tub off with water from a nearby stream. Olivia was amazingly long-legged, her thighs full and strong. Her legs were like a Vargas model, with a gorgeous pear-shaped ass to match. Her firm breasts levitating over her long firm stomach. Bri was so much shorter, with larger breasts, and she bounced considerably more when she jumped. I enjoyed the contrast of these two beautiful bodies before me.

When we finally lowered ourselves naked into the steaming tub, our cold feet tingled. We held ourselves up by our elbows on the edge of the tub until we got used to the heat. The girls’ nipples were still hard from the cold air, and they pointed at me from across the tub like interrogators. Ask me anything, I thought.

“Come over to our side,” Bri invited. “There’s plenty of room, and we won’t bite.”

“I’ll bite,” Olivia quipped, giving me a sharp smile.

I swished across the tub and sat chest deep in the hot water between the two girls. We talked for a bit about the previous summer, until I felt Bri’s hand on my leg. I looked at her and saw a familiarly suggestive expression on her face. She leaned in to kiss me, glancing at Olivia as she did, and I found myself in the strong grip of her lips and tongue. Bri is a great kisser. We kissed for a moment, during which I forgot where we were, and that Olivia was sitting right next to me. We stopped and Bri giggled, looking at Olivia like it was her she had just kissed.

“Your turn, Olivia,” Bri said, this time smiling at me. The girls giggled and leaned over me to meet in the middle. Their lips met right in front of my face, Bri’s mouth deftly adapting to Olivia’s just as it had to mine. Their tongues slid over one another and their wet lips made wet sounds. I was touched and aroused at the simple sweet beauty of these two girls kissing.

Once again I lost myself in the moment, watching the girls lose themselves similarly. I was brought back sharply by the feeling of an underwater hand working its way up my thigh. Bri continued to kiss Olivia, but gave me a sly glance on the side. Her hand continued its trek until it reached my half-hard cock, which she squeezed and stroked softly. Olivia noticed this and asked if she could feel it too. I smiled at her and nodded as her hand joined Bri’s in examining my erection. Bri took my free hand and placed it on one of her breasts. I felt its weight in my palm and squeezed it softly. Her breasts are simply amazing; like huge ripe grapes on a vine or something.

Olivia took Bri’s other breast in her hand and began to caress it similarly. “Aren’t they nice?” She asked me. I nodded, realizing that Olivia still had her hand wrapped loosely around my hardon. She bend down and took Bri’s nipple in between her lips, motioning with her eyes for me to join her. I bent next to her and took Bri’s other nipple into my mouth. Olivia and I smiled at each other with our eyes as we sucked Bri’s breasts. Olivia placed her hand on my face and leaned in to kiss me. Our mouths intertwined while Bri’s breasts pressed against our faces. She slowly rubbed my stiff erection in the water as we kissed, her mouth strong like Bri’s, but less greedy.

After a wandering wet moment in Olivia’s mouth, Bri told me to sit on the edge of the tub, which I did. Steam rose from my body in the crisp winter air and water dripped from my springing erection. The girls kissed briefly and Bri motioned toward my cock. They pulled themselves up so their tits pressed against my legs and my cock was within reach. Their lips met around it’s shaft, like it was in the way of their kiss. Their tongues slid under and around it to intertwine. They moved up to the head and kissed each other like twin lolitas sharing candy.

Bri was the first to acknowledge the act as a blowjob by taking the length of my cock into her mouth. She gave me a few hard pumps and popped it out of her mouth loudly, pointing it at Olivia’s face more as a command than an offer. Olivia smiled at me and giggled.

“I feel like I need to ask his permission,” she laughed. “Do you mind if I suck your cock?”

“Not at all,” I said, gazing at her laughing eyes.

I knew this girl was tough, but she surprised me when she took me all the way into her mouth on the first try with no visible effort.

“Damn,” Bri said, clearly also impressed.

Olivia made muffled grunting sounds as she bobbed up and down on my pole. She created more suction around my penis than I’d ever felt, and it felt amazing. Her eyes only left mine to look into Bri’s. Damn, I thought. Bri lifted herself out of the water and kissed me, letting me cup her dripping breasts over Olivia’s bobbing head. Olivia’s blowjob was one of the most intense of my life, and to my dismay it didn’t look like I would last very long in such a skilled woman’s grasp. I mumbled to Bri in between kisses that I felt like I was going to cum soon, which prompted her to lower herself back down next to her friend, her heavy breasts pressing on my knees, to help her finish me off. My cock popped out of Olivia’s mouth with another loud sound.

“Let’s make him cum, love,” Bri said quietly to Olivia.

The two girls set back to work on me, taking turns giving my cock slow hard pumps with their strong mouths. Bri cupped her hand around my balls and told me to cum all over their faces. Olivia giggled as best she could with half my cock in her mouth.

It was Olivia that finally brought me to the verge of orgasm. She took an extra turn and the unbelievable suction she accomplished sent me down that familiar one-way street.

“Here it comes, girls,” I grunted, pulling my cock out of her mouth and taking it into my hand.

The two girls smiled at each other and pressed their cheeks together with tongues extended to me. I jerked myself the rest of the way off against their hot tongues and grunted loudly as I felt the cum rising. Their eyes looked so similar and hungry, their mouths fascinatingly different; I wanted to write a book about this precise moment. There was so much that fascinated me contained in this moment. But it ended — not badly — as I released my first spurt of cum onto their waiting faces. I came into each of their mouths and onto their lips. I squeezed it all out onto them.

Olivia and Bri laughed a satisfied laughter when I finished. They looked at me gently and kissed each other with cum sticking to their lips.

Once everyone was cleaned up I offered my services to the girls, thinking they might want to get off as well, but Bri said maybe another time, and Olivia didn’t say anything. That’s how it is with Bri and I, I suppose; we take turns.

Will arrived at the Amtrak station to find Angie waiting with her mother. From across the station, Angie’s mother looked like a taller replica of her daughter. They were both brunette and athletic, toned yet curvaceous. He found himself attracted to Angie’s mother in the same way he was attracted to Angie, as if they were the same person. Angie hugged Will and introduced him to her mom, Karen. They all piled into a new-looking Volvo and drove off.

Back at Angie’s house, she introduced Will to her father, Tom. They shook hands. The house was big for three people, cleverly decorated, and furnished in 60s mod. Strange town, Will thought.

“Tomorrow we can go to the beach with my family,” Angie said, after dinner. “I think you’ll like it.”

From the moment Will had seen Angie that afternoon he wanted her. He remembered clearly what her body looked like naked, and he wanted to feel her hands wrapped around his erection again, he wanted to take her rosy nipples into his mouth, and he wanted to watch her sweet face look up at him as she sucked him. He was also turned on by how much Karen looked like her daughter. Their voices even sounded the same.

That night, after Angie playfully denied his quiet advancements in her bedroom, Will snuck into the bathroom and silently masturbated to the thought of Angie’s soft mouth and her mother’s watching eyes. He imagined the two of them nude, side by side, mirroring one another’s movements as they caressed their soft breasts and twirled their matching nipples. As he came, he imaged them both cooing soft words in unison.
Next morning, Angie woke Will up and told him to come have breakfast; the beach awaited. Downstairs, Karen was sitting at the table eating an omelet, washed in morning sun. Will could see down into her cleavage, but tried to be subtle. An omelet appeared in front of him. “Eat up,” Tom said. “The beach awaits.”

Will changed into his swim trunks and piled into the Volvo next to Angie. “So where’s this beach?” He asked.

“It’s north of town, along the river. It’s a place called Sauvie Island,” Angie replied. “I think you’ll like it.”

The four chatted as they drove to the place called Sauvie Island.

As they left the city, the landscape turned quickly to farmland, and the industry-lined river gave way to wide sandy beaches. Tom turned down a dirt road, and after about a mile they came to a large dirt parking lot, completely full of cars. “Here we are,” Karen said. “Collins Beach.”

The four unloaded from the car and set off in the direction of a trail into the woods on the far side of the parking lot. About a hundred yards in, they passed a sign that caught Will’s eye. Entering naturist area. You may encounter nude sunbathers past this sign, it read. A hundred yards farther and they emerged onto a wide, sunny beach. It was covered, much to Will’s surprise, by hundreds of naked people.

Angie saw the look on his face and laughed. “This is where we always come, Will. It’s no big deal. You’ll love it.”

“She’s right honey, you’ll like it,” Karen added, smiling softly at him.

Will followed the family down the beach, past innumerable naked bodies. Some of them were young, some old, some very attractive and others not. Innumerable breasts. Will had never seen so many breasts in one place. He was immediately glad he’d jerked off the night before, so his cock didn’t get any funny ideas of its own this morning. Karen and Tom picked out a place on the beach, right in the thick of the crowd, and laid out their blankets. Will followed suit.

He was half shocked, half not surprised at all when the three Portlanders began to undress. Angie pulled her tank top over her head and dropped her bra to the sand. “What are you waiting for?” She nudged, giggling.

Taking a deep breath, Will pulled off his t-shirt and untied his swim trunks. As he pulled them down and off, he saw Karen removing her underwear in the same manner. Her body was so much like her daughter’s, Will couldn’t believe it. She stood up and turned to face him. Her breasts were slightly larger reproductions of her daughter’s smallish ones, her nipples the same shade, her groomed patch of pubic hair the same shape. Tom appeared beside her, and Will glanced at Angie’s father’s rather large cock. Will smiled at the two of them and said something about how lovely the beach was.

Karen and Tom walked down to the water to give it a feel. Will and Angie laid down beside each other on the blanket. Will watched Karen’s ass jiggle off through the crowd of other jiggling body parts and turned to Angie. “This is fun,” he said. “I don’t know what I was nervous about.”

“It’s cool. My parents are totally chill about nudity. You can relax,” she replied, placing her hand on his chest. “Plus, you finally get to see me naked, like you wanted to last night. Except it’s in front of my parents!” She laughed.

The adults came back from the water and stretched out alongside Angie and Will. The four laid in the sun for a while, soaking it in. After some time, Angie rolled over to face Will and told him she wanted to show him something.

“Mom, Will and I are gonna go for a walk down the beach,” Angie said. “We’ll be back in a while.”

“Have fun, you two,” Karen replied, smiling at Will.

Angie took Will by the hand and led him down the beach, away from where they came, weaving around the basking bodies and bocce matches. Will glanced from side to side as they walked, catching glimpses of tits along the way. Angie didn’t notice, as she was busy doing the same thing. Neither of them noticed the men who stared at them as they passed. They were, after all, a little younger than the average person there, and an incredibly attractive couple. No one can ignore a pair of firm, glistening bodies like that.

The bathers began to thin as the two walked farther. “Let’s go up there,” Angie said, pointing toward some dunes. “I think there’s a path.”

Leaving the beach felt strange to Will, since the beach seems like a perfectly natural place to be nude. But now they were just naked outside. He felt a little vulnerable. But Angie appeared as comfortable as before, and she led him over a dune to a grassy field with a stand of trees in the middle.

“That’s where I’ve seen guys playing with themselves,” Angie said confidentially. “Together.”

“Whoa, weird. I don’t see anyone there now, let’s have a look,” Will said, walking down the grassy slope. Angie followed.

They entered the grove, which now distinctly resembled a tunnel. It felt to the two naked explorers like a leafy catacomb. Angie led Will into the middle of the grove and put her arms around his neck. “Finally, we’re alone,” she whispered. “I feel like my parents have been breathing down our necks since you got here.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. Will felt slightly uncomfortable with their position, but quickly forgot this and other concerns as Angie slipped him her tongue. She pressed her young firm body, still warm from the sun, up against his and tightened her arms around him. He felt her firm breasts press against him and let himself get lost in her wet, long kiss. His cock began to harden against her hot thigh.

Angie smiled up at Will and slid her hand down from his shoulder, down his back, over his butt and around to the side of his cock pressed against her leg. She stroked him sweetly like that for a moment before taking a step back to look at his springy half-hard penis. She took his hand and placed it against her closely-cropped mound of pubic hair. “Let’s touch each other,” she whispered.

Powerless to refuse, Will surrendered himself to his erection and the warmly moist area between Angie’s legs. He let himself grow fully hard in her small soft hand, and he worked his fingers into the folds of her smooth-shaven labia. Angie closed her eyes and gave a soft sigh. Will loved to give this girl pleasure, and a wave of desire to give her an orgasm washed over him. He pushed her softly up against a tree and knelt in front of her.

“What are you doing, Will?” She asked. He answered by softly kissing her moist blossoming pussy. She groaned quietly and leaned back against the tree, surrendering to his mouth. Will worked his way to her clit with his lips and began to lick her in small circles. She tasted good and he found himself immensely aroused by their surroundings. His cock bounced against her shins as he licked her pussy.

As Will increased his pressure and speed, Angie began to moan slightly louder, pushing herself against his face in rhythm with his tongue. Then, suddenly she tensed.

“Will! there’s a man watching us!” She exclamed, trying to be quiet. Will turned around and saw a man half behind a tree a ways off. He was similarly nude and rubbing his soft penis absentmindedly as he watched the two lovers.

“I’d say let him watch,” Will said. “I’m sure he’ll leave eventually.”

“Okay. It just startled me,” Angie said, lowering her arms that instinctively covered her breasts at the sight of the onlooker. “I’m sure he’ll get bored watching.”

Will resumed his work, beginning slowly in order to bring her gently back up to speed. Angie soon forgot about the onlooker as the waves of pleasure emanated from her hot pussy and washed over her body. She stopped trying to quiet her moans, and revelled in the increasing pre-orgasm momentum. Had she opened her eyes, she would have noticed that her audience had grown to three, and that their penises had grown to variously impressive erections. The men watched Will pleasure this soft, supple young woman before their eyes, her tits offered to them in a way none of the tits on the beach were. They jerked off to the sight and sound of her.

It wasn’t long before Angie began to climax, Will was good at what he was doing, and he could read her body very well. He increased his speed by just the right amount and braced himself as Angie’s body jerked and heaved through its orgasm. Her moans were quite loud. When she was finished cumming, Will stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Angie laughed softly and kissed him, pulling his body close to her. Then they noticed their audience.

There were between five and ten men watching them now, in a loose circle in the trees, all of them hard, stroking their erections. Angie looked at Will and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess they’re not hurting anybody,” she said as she lowered herself to her knees in front of Will.

The onlookers grunted their approval as Angie took Will’s arched cock into her soft mouth. They watched the head of his penis disappear behind her red lips. Being onlookers, they took whatever they could get, and were equally aroused by the sight of Will’s cock as they were by Angie’s body. Most of them would have been sucking each other off if they hadn’t found the two lovers anyway.

The girl gazed up at her lover with sweet blue eyes as his throbbing cock filled her mouth. She took him as far back into her throat as she could, and withdrew only when she began to gag. He gazed back at her as she bobbed her head up and down on his pole, watching the way her eyes widened when she gagged a little. Will looked out at the onlookers and let out a deep grunt of pleasure, proud indeed to be the lucky man at the center of this circle-jerk.

As Angie quickened her pace, Will began to grunt louder and thrust his hips forward with every suck. The onlookers also began to grunt louder, many of them rubbing their cocks furiously at this point. “Baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he blurted as she took him all the way into her mouth. With this announcement, the nearest of the onlookers stepped forward. “Honey, watch me cum, please,” he grunted as he beat his erection fiercely. Angie’s eyes widened as she continued to suck Will’s cock while she watched this stranger cum all over the forest floor. His hot spurts landed heavily on the dead leaves.

Angie gave Will’s cock one last plunge into her throat, gagging slightly as it touched the back, and looked up into his eyes. Will groaned long and loud as his balls tightened into orgasm-formation. The girl pulled back and sucked hard on the head of his cock, stroking the shaft with her hands as he began to cum. She swallowed Will’s hot cum as it erupted in her mouth, watching his face as he released it all. When he was through, she licked up the cum that had run down her lips and stood up. The two lovers looked around at their onlookers, some of whom were finishing themselves off at that moment.

“I don’t think I’ve seen so many men cum at once,” Angie said, watching yet another naked man shoot his load onto the ground. “Let’s get back before my parents start to worry.”

Back in the sun, the two made their way back down to the beach. Will’s softening cock swayed as they walked in a way that betrayed their innocent appearance. Angie took his hand and led him back toward the crowds.

As they neared the blankets, Will caught sight of Karen reclining in the sun and couldn’t stop himself from wondering what it would be like to take her into the woods next. He took the opportunity before Karen caught sight of them to gaze at her tanned breasts, splayed out softly as she leaned back. What a family, he thought.

“Did you kids have a nice walk?” Karen asked once they sat down.

“Yeah. I think I’ve converted Will into a nudist,” Angie replied, smiling at her nude mother. The taste of the boy still danced on her tongue.

The first girl I slept with was adventurous. We were both virgins, and once we started fucking, we tried everything that crossed our minds. We fucked in crazy places, in crazy positions, crazy often. Most of my relationships since have felt in one way or another slightly restrained.

She had an incredible balance between her dominant and submissive sides. One day she would pin me to the bed and make me tell her to fuck me, and the next she would quietly let me hold her hands behind her back while I pounded her, whispering how much she liked it. I will be forever drawn to women like this.

Perhaps most conspicuously, I was impacted by her body. She was tall and curvy, full hips, big ass, large breasts. Her thighs were smooth and thick, her stomach gracefully rounded. The thing that most aroused me was the way she owned her curves. She loved the way her tits bounced while we fucked. She would tease me by rubbing my erection against her soft stomach. I don’t just yearn for a curvy woman, but for a curvy woman who owns her curves. I love that, and I suspect I always will.

And you? What impact did your first have on your desires and preferences?

We Watch Each Other

I want it to be a place where people interested in masturbating socially can meet likeminded internet peeps. If you’re not on fetlife, email me your skype name and I’ll let you in on the fun. Eventually, we’re going to have a big group chat, where all of us get off together. Like the sound of that? I do.

B

“Take off your clothes,” she said after letting me in. We’d never met, but for the last week we had been discussing plans for today over email.

I did as I was told, as I had agreed to do, and she watched. She watched as I pulled my shirt up over my head, and as I stepped out of my jeans.

“Now the rest,” she said, pointing to my boxers. Something stirred in there as she pointed, but I didn’t begin to harden. I was still a bit nervous for that. Nonetheless, I tossed off my boxers and stood before her completely nude. I watched the way she looked me up and down like I was a statue that brought her pleasure. “Now go sit on the couch.”

She sat across the room from me on a wooden chair, legs crossed, eyebrow cocked. I took the opportunity to look her — my boss for the time being — up and down as well. She was older than me by quite a bit, tall and voluptuous. She wore an airy lavender skirt and a creamy light blouse, unbuttoned enough to give me lovely glimpses of her deep cleavage as she shifted.

“Now,” she said, as if she had to ponder what to say next, as if we hadn’t already decided that. “Let’s see you get all nice and hard.”

I sat back on the couch and tried to relax, tried to calm my heart by telling myself this was what I wanted, what I had asked for (indeed, it was), so I looked at her as I took my soft penis in my hand and began to stroke its surface. I caressed my balls with the other hand. Although I enjoyed the sensations, and was very aroused by her presence, I got no reaction from my penis.

A few minutes of this and she cleared her throat. “Maybe you need a little help,” she said, not at all as a question. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse and parted the fabric, revealing to me her large breasts cupped rather nobly in an impressive push-up bra.

“That helps,” I said quietly as I resumed stroking my now growing penis. As she squeezed and jiggled her confined breasts for me I continued to grow, until at last I sat proudly before her with a solid erection. The smirk crossing her lips told me she liked what she saw.

“Now let’s see you jerk that thing off.”
I obliged, and quickly worked into a steady rhythm, rubbing the head of my cock with one hand and working my balls with the other. She smiled and told me I was doing a good job, that I was turning her on. So I sat across from this beautiful stranger in her sunny livingroom, watching her watch me masturbate.

“Stand up,” she said suddenly, after a few minutes. I obeyed. “Come here.” She pointed at the floor beside her chair. I crossed the room in as dignified a manner as possible for a naked man with a raging hardon. “Shake your dick for me,” she demanded. My cock slapped my hips as I shook it back and forth for her. “Seems pretty stiff.” With this, she leaned forward and unclasped her bra, removing it along with her blouse. Turning to face my cock, which hovered at eye-level about ten inches from her face, she hung her bra over its stiffness. “Hmm,” she said, adding her blouse to the arrangement. “Now sit down.”

I walked carefully back to the couch, so as not to drop my cargo and sat back down with her clothes draped over my tent-pole erection.

“How do you like my tits?” She asked, cupping their impressive volume in her hands.

“They’re beautiful,” I admired. And they were. Her breasts had the voluminous softness of Uschi Digard’s, with big rosy nipples to match.

“Use my bra to jerk off while you look at them.”

Admittedly perplexed by the request, I tossed aside her blouse and began to rub my cock with the soft, silky cup of her bra. I watched as she raised her breast to her mouth and licked the nipple. The sensation of her warm bra, fresh off her body turned me on to a surprising degree. I was really working my cock now, in and out of her bra, the strap brushing elastically against my balls. Drops of precum wet the fabric. I grunted my pleasure as I stared at this stranger’s beautiful tits. She was watching me stare at her tits while she watched me masturbate. The mere concept thrust me toward orgasm, to say nothing of the fact that it was actually taking place.

“You look like you’re getting close,” she astutely observed. “Come here.”

She retrieved the bra from its perch on my erection, her pinky slowly brushing my length, and she hoisted her pendulous tits back into the cups. “Now, I want you to cum right here,” she said, placing my hand over the deep rift between her breasts. “And I want you to do it now.”

I withdrew my had and set to work on my cock once again, beating off wildly over her soft tits, offered on an altar of silk and wire, inches from her face. She watched hungrily, bouncing her cupped breasts. “Cum for me baby.”

As if on command, I came. My cock throbbed in my hand, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I carefully took aim and announced my orgasm through a grunt. “Oh god, I’m cumming!” My first shot landed squarely on the slope of her enthroned right breast. In fact, each of my hot volleys hit its target, dripping down into her cleavage. I covered her breasts like a baker glazes pastries, like Pollock decorated floors.

“Oh fuck, that’s perfect,” she groaned. “Cum all over those titties.”

Once I squeezed the last drop of cum from my straining cock, she sat back in the chair and gave a satisfied laugh, her sticky tits jiggling. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up and have a beer,” she said. “What’s your name, by the way? I don’t think we properly met.”

The cafe had closed twenty minutes ago and M was nearly done cleaning up. He was alone in the darkened shop, thinking about the day’s events. One of his coworkers, a girl about five years older, had been especially flirtatious, and M found himself starting to stiffen thinking about her as he cleaned the espresso machine.

She had touched him at every opportunity it seemed, and had at one point rubbed her breasts against his shoulders as she squeezed past him. He was imagining the feeling of her breasts against his body — he could remember each individually — which made him continue to stiffen under his apron. The situation presented only one problem: M shared a small studio apartment with a friend, and knew that once he got home there would be no privacy. He really needed to get himself off though. Glancing toward the bathroom, he decided quickly to masturbate before leaving work.

Once he finished his work, M stepped into the men’s bathroom and closed the door behind him. As he unzipped and pulled down his pants, his erection sprung out readily. Soon, he was working into a steady rhythm, thinking about the girl and her firm, generously pert tits. It felt good to rub his cock after a long day of sexual frustration. He grunted and closed his eyes, his coworker dancing topless against his eyelids.

Just as the first thoughts of orgasm entered his mind, the door sprung open, and M found himself face to face with Irma, the generously kind, attractive woman who cleaned the floors and linens at night.
“¡Ay dios mio!” she exclaimed, placing her hand over her incredulous red lips. Irma looked truly shocked, but her expression quickly turned to anger. “What do you think you’re doing? This is very bad.” She gestured toward M’s bright red erection.

M looked at his feet and mumbled something useless. A wave of humiliation washed over him as he stood guiltily in front of a woman he worked with daily and had a good deal of respect for. He went to pull up his pants but Irma stopped him.

“No. Take them off. Follow me.” She led the now trouserless boy and his bobbing erection out into the darkened cafe and sat him at a table. “I am very disappointed,” she said. “You must learn that this is very bad to do at work.” She looked once again at his cock, now softening, despite his slight arousal at being ordered around by a sexy, angry Mexican woman who now stood over him with her hands on her generous hips, big tits perched right over his face.

“Turn around. I will teach you not to be such a bad boy.” M obliged and placed his hands on the back of the chair so he was bent over in front of her. The first spank sent a surprisingly sharp sting through his body, but all he could focus on was the improbable hotness  of the situation.

“That was very bad, what you were doing in there,” she said as she spanked him twice more. His bare ass was now ruddy pink. “Now turn around,” she ordered. M once again obliged, turning to face the stern and flushed Irma, who looked down at his pink cock hanging heavily before her. With a quick flick of her wrist she slapped it sideways. His cock swung with the impact and he could feel a rush of blood simultaneously to his cheeks and crotch.

“You have been a dirty boy, playing with yourself at work,” Irma said, giving M’s cock another solid slap. “It makes me think you’re a pervert. Are you?” M grunted — but at that moment, like a clutch engaging, the eroticism of the situation hit him, and he felt his cock begin to stiffen again. A short, curvy, sassy Mexican woman with cleavage spilling out of her tanktop was treating him to sensations his cock had never known.

“Oh my god, why are you growing? You are a little pervert aren’t you?” Irma scolded. She slapped his lengthening erection harder causing M to grunt with surprise pleasure. “I can’t believe you enjoy this, you dirty little boy. You little dirty bitch.”

She kneeled and slapped his cock back and forth, scowling, hitting his pole harder with every spank. The sting radiated through M’s body and he basked in the sexuality of her blows. He surrendered to the humiliation of having a kind older woman judge and punish him. As he watched her, he noticed the way her tits jiggled in her top with each slap, and when she saw his hungry gaze, she began to flog his erection even more aggressively.

As Irma continued her assault on M’s rock hard, apple-red hardon, he could feel the stirrings of an orgasm shine through the white pain. Perhaps she saw where the situation was heading, or perhaps she wanted to exercise more control over the boy, but Irma took M’s balls into her hand and gave his cock a fearsome squeeze. The sudden feeling of the woman’s small, soft hands wrapped around him sent M hurtling toward orgasm. She didn’t so much jerk him off as she did brutalize his aching cock, but the result was the same. M surrendered to the orgasm and told Irma that he was about to cum. She squeezed harder out of surprise and landed one more indignant blow against his flexed pre-orgasmic cock as he grunted his release. M shot his first stinging, hot spurt of cum straight onto Irma’s plump, overflowing tits. She shrieked and slapped the boy on his thigh. The rest of his cum dripped onto Irma’s top and down onto the floor. She wiped a glob off of her tits and slapped it onto M’s subsiding erection.

“I can’t believe you came all over my tetas! You are a dirty little bitch,” she said, wiping the rest of his semen off of her body. “I hope you learned your lesson.”

M mumbled something about never doing it again and pulled his pants back on. Irma watched as he wiped his mess off the floor with a paper towel. He left work feeling both satisfied and humiliated, and he couldn’t look Irma in the eye as she watched him leave with her hands on her hips.

B

Last night, like the fateful night a week ago, Bri was having a glass of wine when I got home from work. She was sitting on the couch with a blanket over her lap, conspicuously braless. I sat down next too her after she patted the cushion, beckoning me over. “Want a glass of wine?” she asked, sounding comically sultry.

We sat and drank and talked for a few minutes before the conversation turned sexual. She expressed her gratitude once again for the orgasm I gave her, and I told her how much her body turns me on. “What is it about my body?” she asked, leaning toward me, pressing her tits together with her arms. I think she knew how silly the situation had become, but I also think she liked that no matter what she said, she was turning me on.

“Well to start, your tits are gorgeous. They’re like ripe fruit.” She looked down at my hardon now pressing up through my jeans and smiled.

“Go on,” she said, running her fingers lightly over my confined cock.

“And your nipples, they’re firm and suckable, round and crimson.” She squeezed my cock through my jeans. “And your ass jiggles in the sexiest way when you walk. I could follow you around all day with a huge hardon.” With this, she unzipped my pants and let my cock spring out at her.

“Oh my god. You have a beautiful cock.”

“Thanks,” I said as she began stroking the length of me. I struggled out of my jeans and boxers while she rubbed. “Take off your shirt.”

Bri pulled the tank top over her head and I watched her tits fall out of it, bouncing and swaying heavily each on its own axis. They’re really quite big. She slid off the couch and worked her way in between my legs. “Tonight it’s your turn,” she said.

Before she touched me again, she spit on my cock, right on the head. I watched her spit drizzle down onto my shaft. It felt so warm. Then she gripped me hard and started pumping. I learned quickly that Bri is good with her hands. She had me grunting almost right away.

From my angle, I could see my cock, her hand around it, her big brown eyes looking up at me, and her tits jiggling with the effort. I wanted them pressed around me. I wanted to make my home in her cleavage. “I wanna titty fuck you,” I said, deciding this was the next best thing. She smirked and raised herself until her tits rested on my thighs. She continued to jerk me off, now against her tits, my cock slapping them lightly on the downstroke. Another load of spit landed on my cock, and she spread it around.

When Bri pressed her tits around me I felt like my cock had entered a warm wet pillowfight. I watched my head bob in and out of her cleavage as she titty fucked me. “Spit,” she told me, “in between my tits.” I obliged and watched the shiny spit run down into the canyon like a good lubricating rain. “There you go, just titty fuck me as hard as you want till you cum.”

I sped, watching her tits jiggle and shake with my thrusts. I could feel my balls slapping her ribcage and within them I felt the makings of an orgasm. She had her mouth open and was staring right at me, very hungry looking. Her desire for my cum rolled me right up to the edge, and as I felt it drawing nearer I told her I was about to cum. She quickly pulled my cock out from between her tits and started jerking me off against her tongue. Her guttural begging is what finally did me in; I came into her mouth and onto her lips, and it dripped down to her tits. It was everywhere, and before I even stopped squeezing the last drops from my cock she began to lick up the cum. She wiped it off her face with her fingers and licked them clean, she did the same to her tits and she licked her lips. There was no sign. She rose and walked into the bathroom, smirking at me as she left.