Loading...My jaw was hanging wide open in disbelief as I set the phone down. “Oh my.” I thought to myself. “I’ve got to share this with someone. My mind was racing through an internal address book trying to figure out who would be the safest person to share the juiciest gossip I had ever heard from the actual horse’s mouth in my life.
“Jessica!” I blurted out, as if there was someone there to hear my revelation. Jessica Driver is a good friend that is pretty down to earth and sexually liberated enough to appreciate this story. She had only met my friend Susan Peterson one time, so the story Susan just confessed to me wouldn’t be of real interest to the circle of friends Jessica ran with. There you have it. My safe friend to share something that is none of either of our business with would be Jessica. I barely rationalized it all before my fingers instinctively dialed Jessica and I heard ringing. “C’mon, answer.” I urged, again as though anyone could hear me.
“Hello.” Jessica answered cheerfully.
“Jessica, this is Julie.” I said, trying to slow down and sound somewhat normal on the telephone. “Please tell me you have nothing going on and you are in the mood to hear one of the craziest totally true stories about one of my friends that you will ever hear.
Jessica chuckled a little. “Okay. I am totally bored with work and I really need to feed off of someone else’s life for a while, so hit me.” She replied, clearly curious as to what gossip I could be so excited about.
“Great!” I told her. “This is going to be worth your while. I’m not going to change the names to protect the innocent, or in this case; the guilty, because I know you won’t tell anyone. “Shit, where do I start? This is totally fucking crazy.” I began to search my mind for the point that would be the best starting point.
Jessica was already getting excited. “Tell me everything.” She encouraged. “It sounds good already.”
“Okay.” I told her. “Remember last forth of July when I brought my friend Susan and her friend Brad over to your barbeque for a few minutes?” I asked, setting the stage so Jessica would be able to immediately put a face and a name together.
Jessica paused, searching back to try and remember. “Oh yeah, she’s kind of a short, sweet, and cute blonde and he is a stocky dark haired guy who sort of comes across arrogant and pompous? That Susan and Brad?” She asked with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.
“Whoa.” I answered. “You do have a good memory.” I laughed. “And a pretty good read on people too, good job.” I told her, admiring her honesty and her ability to remember two people out of many from one meeting several months before. “That is definitely the right couple.” I chuckled. “Well, here goes. Susan called me about three weeks ago bitching about her man Brad leaving her high and dry all the time. So, apparently this guy refuses to go down on her and makes no effort to see if she is satisfied sexually at all. He’s just like; wham, bam, and doesn’t even say thank you Ma’am. But Susan is a horny slut all the time, like us and she gives it up to him almost daily, sometimes more than once a day, right? Well, she has been complaining about the same thing for several weeks and has been struggling with how to say what needs to be said to Brad.” I explained.
“This doesn’t surprise me.” Jessica chuckled. “He seemed like such an ass.”
“Oh it’s just starting to get good.” I told her. “So anyway, two Friday’s ago before Brad had to leave for work, Susan is on her back letting him do his thing and she says it is feeling pretty good, but she knows it won’t last long enough to get her there, right? Well, she looks up and sees Brad’s roommate John standing in the doorway rubbing this big bulge through his pants and watching them fuck. Susan started to freak out, but she said for some reason it made her get really wet, so she just kind of went with it.” I paused to hear Jessica’s reaction so far.
“Wow.” Jessica said in shock. “Did she tell Brad about it?” She asked.
“Oh my Jessica, you aren’t going to believe it, it just gets so much crazier than that.” I told her. “Anyway, Brad does his usual and blows his load inside Susan right quick, then gets up, leaving Susan high and dry just like she’s been bitching about for like forever, right? He doesn’t even shower, just gets dressed and leaves for work, telling her he’s running late. So Susan is still in bed and she sees John peeking around the corner watching her. She pretends not to notice he’s there and starts getting herself off and at the same time putting on a live porn show for Brad’s horny roommate. She told me all of Brad’s cum is totally running out of her and she’s an awful mess, rubbing his sticky cream all over her pussy and fingering herself, I mean really getting into it when she looks this John guy directly in the eye. So they’re staring at each other, it’s got to be more than a little awkward, she’s masturbating in bed, and he’s standing in the door beating off and neither of them has spoken a word to each other. Susan’s just about to explode when her buzz kill boyfriend comes back in the house and damn near catches the entire thing. He realized he forgot his wallet, grabs it and leaves. I guess that whole deal must have totally spooked John, because Susan said he just left right after Brad without saying a word or even making an appearance again. Can you believe this shit?” I asked.
Jessica was getting into it, “so what happened next, did she tell Brad?” She asked, not wanting to talk about it before hearing all the details.
“Susan was kind of wondering now what kind of roommate Brad is living with since they don’t really know each other and just split rent. So, she gets herself off real quick because she has been on the edge for so long and then gets dressed and goes snooping in John’s room. She looked around without really knowing what she’s looking for and then she ends up getting onto his computer and finds a couple of pictures of she and Brad getting it on that she didn’t even know he had taken. It pissed her off and kind of freaked her out, so she starts looking more on his computer and finds all kinds of stories about this sexual fetish he apparently has with sloppy seconds. Do you know what that is?” I asked, because I didn’t until Susan told me.
“Umm, pretty much I think.” Jessica answered.
“Yeah, anyway, it is when a guy blows his load in your pussy and then another guy fucks you without you cleaning up first. Some dudes dig it and John is apparently one of the ones that does.”
“Gross.” Jessica said, although her mind was secretly beginning to wander to thoughts of what that sensation may be like. “Keep going.” She pushed.
“Anyway.” I continued. “Susan read a bunch of those stories about that from his computer and it started getting her all hot all over again. She told me she was imagining John eating her pussy when she first noticed him watching her play with it from the door. Susan is my best friend, but she is flipping crazy right now I think. Listen to this. She leaves a note on John’s desk and it says:
John,
I noticed you watching me fuck this morning. I liked it. Watch us again tomorrow morning — I won’t say anything. Our secret…
Susan.
So the next morning, Susan starts playing with Brad’s cock about fifteen minutes before he has to leave for work. Like clockwork, he gets on her and they fuck for a few minutes, he blows his load and hops right off and heads to work pretty quickly after. The entire time they are getting it on, Susan is totally watching John stroke his cock and it damn near made her cum before Brad finished his hit and run this time.”
Jessica interrupted in disbelief. “You know this happened for real?” She asked in disbelief.
“Oh, keep listening.” I told her, eager to finish the story. “So Susan is totally worked up now. She has been thinking all night about John watching her and getting turned on thinking about him jerking off to it. She has read all these stories about having two guys cumming in one pussy and got all turned on by that. Her boyfriend fucked her and left her stranded and that left her hot. She just watched a guy stroke it to the sight of her and her boyfriend having sex and that turned her on. And get this, Susan is a bigger fucking freak than the guy snapping pictures of her and Brad fucking without either of them knowing.” Julie paused, trying again to curb her excitement and slow down a little.
“Oh my gosh.” Julie continued. “So Susan waits until Brad leaves and John comes back to the door just like he had done the day before. But instead of her playing with herself for him, she starts telling him how things are going to be, and she doesn’t even really know the guy. She tells him to come sit on the edge of the bed and look at her pussy. She starts talking really nasty to him, telling him to look at all that cum dripping out of her little cunt and to look at how swollen her lips get after a good hard fuck and she sees that he is getting totally hard. She’s teasing his fetish, right? By this time Susan is so horny that she would have probably fucked a dog given the chance, right, so she says she’s thinking about letting him have sloppy seconds, but really wants him to lick her pussy first. He, of course, totally freaks out and starts to walk away and she tells him she knows he’s taken pictures of them and she will tell Brad if he doesn’t eat her pussy right at that moment.
“This can’t be real.” Jessica said. “Susan is sweet and innocent.”
“She told me all of this almost word for word less than thirty minutes ago Jessica. She’s no more sweet and innocent than we are. We all have our desires, she is just totally acting on them, good or bad.”
“Wow.” Jessica exclaimed. “Keep telling, it’s pretty good.”
“Pretty good? Are you crazy? This is wild. Susan tells him to eat her pussy and he does it. He goes down on her having just seen Brad cum in her a few minutes before. He looked at the actual cum dripping out of her, and then he just goes down and starts eating her out. Susan told me it was the single most incredible feeling she has ever had. She said her lips were so swollen from fucking and her libido was so high because she had been needing that kind of attention, and that she was insanely attracted to John and the idea of him fucking her after Brad, that she came almost instantly and he didn’t stop for like thirty minutes. She said she lost track of how many times he made her cum. The whole time she’s telling him all sorts of really dirty stuff like how he is a nasty cum eating pussy boy and stuff like that because some of that kind of talk was in the stories he had saved on his computer and it made him crazy hot for her. She said after she came, John fucked her so hard and for so long that she came again and she had never done that before in her life. Cum from intercourse I mean. She said he was a great fuck. So anyway, like I said before, this was like three weeks ago. They have been doing the same thing damn near every day since then. Sometimes Brad will fuck her and leave and then John will come in and fuck her again, but every time he cleans all of the cum, his and Brad’s, out of her pussy and it makes her cum over and over again. Do you believe that shit?” I asked.
Jessica paused in disbelief for a minute. “Julie.” She said. “Has any guy ever gone down on you after fucking even if they didn’t cum?” She asked.
“No.” I answered. “You?” I asked her.
“No.” Jessica answered, sounding disappointed. “Susan is one lucky slut in my opinion.” She chuckled. “That would be a pretty powerful feeling, making him clean me up. I could like that.” Jessica pondered out loud.
“No shit.” I said. “That has to be an incredible rush. It’s so nasty and so sexy all at the same time.”
Jessica and I talked about it for a few more minutes and it turned out it was making us both horny, so we decided to stop the conversation and pick it up again later.
***
A few weeks passed and I was talking to Jessica again on the phone and she asked if I had heard from Susan. I told her I actually hadn’t heard from her in a while and started thinking about everything that had been going on and wondered if she had gotten caught in her own web yet. “I’ll call her Jessica and I’ll call you back. Sound good?” I asked, making sure she was okay with me getting the scoop in the middle of our conversation.
Jessica giggled excitedly. “Fuck yes.” She replied. “Let me know as soon as you find out.” The two friends hung up and Jessica continued doing what she had been doing.
About a half hour passed and Jessica’s phone rang. She instantly sprang to her feet and ran to grab it. “Hello.” She spoke calmly, pretending not to have been waiting for the call.
“Hell-O” I told Jessica, eager to fill her in on the scoop I just heard. “The plot thickens a little, although a lot of it is just more of the same.” I reported.
“So Susan is still getting away with it.” Jessica asked me.
“So far, but check this out.” I started. “So every day Susan gives it up to her man, he selfishly gets off and heads out and then the roommate comes in and fucks her silly, gives her orgasms galore daily now when she hasn’t had any in months that weren’t self inflicted, and they are both in this sort of sexual bliss, Brad is none-the-wiser to any of it, and there don’t appear to be any feelings at all between Susan and John beyond the excitement of their own taboo behaviors.” I told Jessica. “That all sounded pretty fucking perfect to me; but that couldn’t be enough for them of course. John is really into this man cum fetish and it doesn’t matter who’s obviously, but now I think Susan is more into it all than he is. She was all telling me every single detail of how much, what it looks like, what it smells like, yada, yada, yada. But they used to just do their thing in the morning after Brad left for work. Get this! Now, Susan has told Brad to call her when he’s leaving work. That gives her about twenty minutes before he gets home. She tells him she is just really horny lately and wants to know in advance so she can start getting herself ready. She talks dirty to him and gets him all excited with a few carefully chosen words and then John comes in and pumps her pussy full of a big load of his cream. This was evidently Susan’s big idea that she sold John on and not the other way around. She wanted Brad to come home and fuck her wet pussy totally unaware that it is overflowing with his roommate’s hot, manly cream, and she wanted John to know that Brad was getting sloppy seconds even though he didn’t know it.”
“No way!” Jessica interrupted. “She is such a slut bag.” She giggled. “Damn her. I’m so fucking jealous. She is having like two solid hours of incredible kinky, crazy, wild sex every single fucking day.” Jessica said, analyzing Susan’s situation along with hers with a bit of envy.
“Ha! You fucking wish.” I told her. “I think she is having sex much more than just twice a day sometimes. She is like a fucking rabbit these days. She says he will be down on her for thirty to forty-five minutes sometimes and she has to literally kick him out. He loves it, and obviously so does she. So anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, Brad gets home the first day and comments how crazy wet she is, but doesn’t even notice anything being out of place. He just does his five minute routine and goes to get a towel for her, telling her that her teasing must have really made him hot because he seems to be cumming a lot more than usual. But right after all of that, Susan said she grabbed her panties and tells Brad she’s going to get a drink before he has a chance to get the towel. She cleans herself with her panties and tosses the cum-soaked garment in John’s room on the way to the kitchen with a note she wrote before Brad got home. John’s not even home from work, so she’s just taking the chance that Brad isn’t going to go in there for some reason and find this little gem of a note that she said she wrote for him:
Lover,
I was thinking about you sucking all of this hot, sticky cum (two big loads — one yours, one his) out of my twice-fucked, tired pussy but you weren’t here to please me, so I’m giving you my panties instead — give them back clean.
Enjoy –
Can you believe this crap?” I asked, wanting to hear what Jessica thought of it all.
Jessica paused for a second. “Julie, part of me wants to tell you that I think all of this is gross, but every time we talk about it, I get turned on by it all and I find my mind just shifting to the entire messed up deal when I least expect it, even when I try to not think about it, I’m thinking about it.” She confessed. “I feel like calling Susan, don’t worry I never would, and asking her if I can pretend to be her just one day.”
I was surprised that she was so open about feeling that way, but relieved that I wasn’t the only one that couldn’t get the torrid desires and forbidden thoughts out of my head.
“I agree, Jessica.” I said. “It should be gross, it sounds gross, but it is so fucking hot for her to be getting two men and so much kinkiness that I don’t even know if I will ever do anything like that in my entire life. I really think it is going to come back and bite her somehow. Like; God forbid, Brad finding out for instance, but if it doesn’t come back on her, she is sure getting her cake and eating it too, so to speak.” I giggled softly at my own words. “So.” I paused, contemplating whether I should ask or not before deciding to go ahead. “Do you think your boyfriend would go down on you after he came if you told him it turned you on?” I asked hesitantly.
“Fuck no!” Jessica answered quickly. “I tried to coax him into it twice last week. It was even after I was already clean, just wanted him to go down on me and get me off again.” She said disappointed. “Would yours?” She asked me.
“Not a chance.” I answered. “I told him I thought it would be hot and he said I was out of my mind and said I don’t even swallow very often, so why would he?” I paused again, thinking about what to say next. “So, what part of it is the hottest to you, knowing he is turned on by eating his creamy seed out of you and that he likes it, or just what you think it would feel like?” I asked her, wanting to know more about why she felt the way she did.
Jessica didn’t answer right away, she sighed and I could tell she was really considering the question. “I think what turns me on the most about it is that it is just so personal, so raunchy, so forbidden, and it would just be so fucking hot to tell my man to clean me up so I didn’t have too.” she laughed at her own concept. “But seriously, it also has to feel incredible. I know after sex, intercourse I mean, I’m really sensitive and it seems like having a soft set of lips kissing something that is so stimulated would be very nice. Mmm.” Jessica moaned, I think without even realizing she did it. “But it wouldn’t matter if it was an hour later and that feeling was already gone, I’d still be turned on if someone was willing to suck their cum out of me.” It’s just a selfless, hot, and incredibly tempting desire. What about you?” She asked me.
I had given it a lot of thought, so my answer came pretty quick. “I think for me it is the actual nastiness of it all that gets me so hot. I would totally get into telling my man to clean me up. I love it when it goes in, I can’t imagine how it would feel when he takes it out. It is like a dominance thing for me, or something. I would get a thrill out of feeling that kind of power over him to be able to sort of order him to do something so taboo, you know? It would definitely feel better than a towel for sure.” I chuckled. “But the part that turns me on is the power, the sight of it would be hot, and the feeling that comes from knowing it is being done.” I answered.
There was a brief silence before I decided to continue the story. “So anyway, Susan got her panties back sometime during the night. She woke up the next morning and they were on the floor beside her bed. They were still wet, but she said there was a lot of cum on them before and they were very clean when she found them. Alright, I’m with you, I’m a bit jealous of it all.” I confessed, frustrated by her success; or more correctly, my lack of success.
Jessica’s thoughts changed directions and she blurted out a question that caught me off guard. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like to lick a pussy?” She asked in a bold, straightforward approach.
“Umm, once or twice.” I answered, too embarrassed, not knowing how she felt about it, to honestly tell her I thought of it pretty frequently. “Have you?” I asked her.
“Oh fuck yes.” Jessica didn’t even hesitate. “Honestly, I don’t know who I’m more jealous of, Susan or John.” She said chuckling. “I think I might enjoy doing it more than having it done.” She added. “It would be hot to be controlled I think.”
Suddenly, my juices were flowing again and my head was beginning to fill with ideas that I wasn’t sure I should be having. “Who are these freaks I hang out with anyway?” I wondered to myself. “Do you like swallowing your boyfriends cum?” I asked her, shifting the topic a little, but deliberately not getting off track.
“I love it when he shoots in my mouth, but I don’t lick it up or anything. I do swallow though. Do you?” Jessica asked a little shyly.
“Not really. I mean, I like it okay I guess. I’d just rather he eat it than me.” She giggled deviously.
I paused for a moment and there was a silence that seemed pretty long between us while I put my thoughts together. “So basically you’re saying that if we were side by side, both getting fucked by our men and they both came in our pussies at the exact same time, you’d rather lick cum out of my pussy than have me lick you clean.” I asked, laying it out there pretty plainly for her, and blushing all over as soon as I did.
Jessica kept quiet for a second to put her thoughts together too. “Yes, I guess that is what I’m saying.” She answered. “I mean, if we were both lying beside each other filled with cum and no boyfriends were there, I’d want you to tell me to do it, you know, to take that control you mentioned before and relish in it. I’d love to feel your lips on my pussy, sucking it after I’d been fucked, but my pleasure would probably be greater if you just made me your bitch and told me to clean you up. That sort of thing.” Jessica offered, challenging me to make the next move.
“Hold on.” I spoke playfully. “I want to be clear Jessica, you’re saying if I could figure out a way for my boyfriend to fuck me, cum inside my pussy, and just leave right away, you would be my bitch, like John is to Susan?” I said, hoping my analysis wasn’t too pushy or forward.
“Yes.” Jessica answered. “That is pretty much exactly what I am saying, Julie.” She told me in a confident tone that made every ounce of moisture in my entire body flood right into my pussy and instantly boil with lust.
“Good.” I told her. “Then tomorrow morning you should come to my house at six o’clock sharp and park on the street one house away. You should enter through the front door and very quietly come upstairs to my bedroom. My boyfriend will be in the shower and you will go into my closet to hide and wait there. As soon as he is out of the shower, I will seduce him and you can watch me fuck his fat cock. He will be ready because I am going to tease the fuck out of him tonight so he explodes a lot of his hot, sticky cum in my tight little pussy. He will have to leave by six thirty at the latest to be at work on time, so I’ll try to make it as close to then as possible so he’s in a rush to leave. The minute he is gone, I’m going to make you eat my messy pussy. What do you think of that?” I asked, starting to realize I just totally went graphic in the excitement of the moment.
“K.” Jessica said happily. “See you at six then. You won’t be disappointed Julie.” She said. “Bye.”
“Click, buzzzzzzzz.” Was the only sound that remained. My body was at attention all over. My nipples were hard as diamonds poking against my bra. My pussy was so wet I could feel the dampness through my jeans. “Wow.” I thought to myself. “That wasn’t expected.”
The next morning at a few seconds before six, I hurried Scott into the shower. He was rock hard when he went in because I had been teasing him all night and all morning. I told him I wanted him to cum in me and leave me messy. The idea turned him on. Scott was the kind of guy that if he saw me getting excited about the though of him licking my armpit, he would get horny licking my armpit. Anyway, I sucked his cock seductively on three separate occasions to the brink of orgasm between the night before and the following morning and each time I stopped before he came.
At about a minute after six, Jessica walked into my room with a nervous grin, peering around to make sure the coast was clear. I was smiling and very excited that she made it because I was afraid I was all worked up and she would chicken out. I gave her a big hug like we had done many times before when greeting each other, but this time I noticed her breasts smashed comfortably against mine and she smelled so feminine. As Jessica started to pull away and say something, I kissed her. I know it shocked her because she instinctively started to pull away, but I followed her and our eyes met in a gaze that seemed to relax us both. The motion of me following her caused us to fall gently against the wall behind her. Our tongues passionately embraced in a deep kiss that caused a stir inside me like I had never felt before. We separated because the water of the shower stopped and I kissed her again briefly. “I want you.” I told her, not expecting the words to come out so freely, and generally surprised I actually felt that way about another woman.
Jessica was beautiful. She had a perfect olive complexion, long silky black hair and an incredibly petite, athletic build. She had beautiful eyes and a genuine smile that always warmed me up. A couple years earlier she had a boob job and I had seen the results. It may have been the best boob job I had ever seen, but she had a lot to start with, so it seemed unfair in the first place.
“Get in the closet and watch me. Listen to Scott fuck my tight little pussy. Feel it.” I told her, pushing her hand against my naked cunt so she could feel how hot and wet I was. Jessica’s knees buckled with excitement and she moved against me, but I pushed her back.
Jessica watched through the narrow crack left by the slightly opened closet door as Scott emerged from the bathroom. He did have a fat cock, although it seemed a bit shorter than her own boyfriends. Julie seemed to be in rare form, but maybe what Jessica was seeing was the Julie she was about to get to know more of.
“What time is it?” Scott asked. “six fifteen?” He answered his own question and sounded annoyed. “Shit, that gives me like fifteen minutes less than I wanted. We better hurry.” He told Julie, grabbing his thick cock in his hand and walking toward her.
Julie grabbed Scott by his shoulders and positioned him in front of her, shoving him onto the bed so that the two of them were directly in front of me. She climbed on the bed above him and started rubbing her pussy back and forth over his cock, teasing him; or maybe teasing me. It was hard to tell, maybe both.
***
I looked down between my legs, pretending to get a look at my boyfriends thick shaft about to enter me, but instead looking into the beautiful eyes of Jessica watching me guide Scott’s thick prick against my pussy. “Talk dirty to me baby.” I told him, wanting Jessica to get turned on by our live sex show.
Scott didn’t waste a second. “Sit your little cunt on my cock you fucking slut.” He said, grabbing my hips firmly and jerking me down in one quick thrust that totally buried his manhood rather painfully inside my tight snatch. “I’m going to fuck you hard for teasing my cock bitch.” He told me in an almost angry tone, slamming his cock in and out of me so quickly that I could feel his balls literally slapping my ass each time he bottomed out.
Without warning, Scott grabbed me and spun me over without letting his cock slip out of me. He left me on the edge of the bed and stood on the floor steadily fucking my cunt with a slow, very hard rhythm that was hitting me very nicely. I moaned my pleasure and reached up and grabbed Scott’s nipples, giving them a painful pinch and twist that always pushed along the timeline of his orgasm. I didn’t let him see me glance at the clock to see how much time there was until he had to race out the door. I really wanted it to be close so that he didn’t have time to stick around and ponder our sex, wasting the freshness of the creampie he was sure to create for Jessica while she patiently watched and waited in the closet.
“Oh fuck baby.” Scott moaned. “I can’t hold back anymore.” He gasped. “I’m gonna cum in your tight little fuck hole baby.” He told her, pounding hard and deep inside.
I reached down and held Scott’s hips against me, stopping his motion and making sure none of his orgasm was allowed to escape the tight grip of my pussy. He grunted six times, one for each explosion I felt of his hot, thick cum being wildly launched deep inside my body.
Scott paused for a minute, dizzy from the power of his climax. He looked over at the clock. “Thanks for the fuck babe.” He said teasing me, since I had asked him to fuck me and leave me wet and nasty.
“Mmm.” I moaned in pleasure. “Anytime my love. Have a good day.” I told him, pretending to scoot back on the bed like I was going back to sleep.
Scott quickly dressed and literally ran for the door. He was already about eight minutes late, so there was no turning back for him. The minute I heard the door close, I called for Jessica. I studied her as she walked out. She had taken off all of her clothes and she was absolutely beautiful. I could tell she was nervously excited.
“Still want to be my bitch?” I asked Jessica in a soft, uncertain voice, carefully holding onto what Scott had left inside me by squeezing it inside to not allow its’ escape.
She walked over to me and stood above me beside the bed, looking my naked body over. “You look amazing.” She told me as she reached down and touched my breast very lightly with her fingertips, dragging them slowly down my stomach and back up. Her eyes slowly looked over my entire body with a look of admiration if not appreciation for the sight of me. It left me aroused in an unusual way. I felt a tickle inside my stomach like I used to get as a kid when I would learn something new or when someone told me a story. Finally her eyes scanned up to meet mine and she leaned in for a soft kiss against my ear.
“No.” She whispered, sending a nervous chill down my spine. “I don’t want to be your bitch Julie.” She told me. Her shocking answer delivered a brief sinking feeling through my body that left me feeling vulnerable. “You’re the one with a pussy full of cum. I am your bitch.” She whispered, biting my ear lightly and circling her tongue around playfully.
Just like that, my vulnerability was gone. She was giving me the power to do as I pleased and all of a sudden I was just horny enough to take it. I put the fact that I wanted to make slow passionate love to her right at that moment aside and decided to give her a little taste of what we both wanted. I giggled playfully for a second and then grabbed her hair tightly in my fist and jerked her head back so she was face to face with me. I kissed her firmly and her lips felt amazing against me, but it was her gasp of air that landed against me when I yanked her hair that really turned me on. I pulled her head close so I could whisper in her ear this time and give her a little of her own medicine.
“You’re exactly right Jessica, you are my bitch.” I said, nibbling her ear as I spoke and enjoying the feeling of her body starting to rest against me. Her breasts were so soft and heavy against mine. “I’ve been waiting so long to have a nasty little slut like you Jessica,” being sure to pronounce her name with an extra hard “J” each time like I was mad at her or something. I wasn’t sure why, but it seemed to add to the moment. “Do you know what I want?” I asked her playfully, hugging her head and loving the feeling of her hair against my skin as I whispered seductively in her ear.
“No Julie.” Jessica answered innocently. “What do you want from me?” She asked.
Fuck her playfulness was killing me. “I want my little pussy sucking slut to put her mouth where I like it best. I want my nasty little cum sucking bitch to make my pussy clean and sweet again.” I told her, shocked by my own language, but every single dirty word that left my mouth made me hotter to have her. “Mmmm,” I moaned excitedly as she started moving down my body slowly with kisses. I grabbed her head and shoved her down between my legs. “Smell my pussy Jessica.” I said, snapping back into a more real approach. “Do you smell his cum?”
“Yes.” Jessica answered.
“Tell me what it smells like.” I told her.
Jessica inhaled deeply, separating my messy swollen pussy lips with her nose and sending an uncontrollable shiver racing through my body. I moaned my pleasure, realizing at that point, Jessica was already way into me. She was in an erotic zone all of her own. “It smells like the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen with an complimented with a masculine musk.” She answered perfectly.
“Good answer.” I purred. “Can you see his cum in me?” I asked her.
“No.” Jessica replied. “I can smell it, but I don’t see it.”
I relaxed a little. “Kiss my pussy softly.” I told her, pulling her face closer by wrapping my legs around behind her and giving her a careful push. As Jessica’s soft lips met my pussy with a gentle kiss, I could feel some of Scott’s seed begin to run free and I quickly held it in again, allowing only a little to escape. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch. “Do you taste the cum?” I asked her anxious to hear her reply.
Jessica moaned her approval and her tongue curled up a generous thick white collection of my boyfriend’s creamy load and pulled it seductively into her mouth, licking her lips and leaving them shiny with cum.
“What does it taste like?” I asked her.
I didn’t expect what happened next. Jessica stood up and walked over beside me, leaned down, and kissed me deeply. It was the hottest kiss I think I have ever experienced in my life. It was deliberate and meaningful. It was sensual and soft. It was seductive and true. But mostly, it was naughty and wild and it had the most amazing flavor of my man’s sweet cum and my delicious pussy. I loved it.
“Very good girl.” I praised. “Now finish what you started Jessica.” I told her. “Eat my dirty pussy and clean his cum out of me.” I told her, placing my hand on the top of her head and pushing her down between my legs once again.
For the next ten minutes, Jessica used her tongue on me so skillfully that I could swear she didn’t like men at all. My body relaxed when she first started kissing me and from that point my pleasure escalated in a long, steady crescendo that grew so gradually that when my actual climax arrived, it seemed as though it had been there for a very long time and it lasted well over a minute. My body trembled, my blood boiled and made my tight little pussy swell so severely that it felt as though it would pop, and my mind was spinning with wild imaginative thoughts of this incredibly beautiful, talented woman that kissed me so wonderfully.
I was far too relaxed at that point to call Jessica a bitch or a slut. I was so at ease that I just wanted to go to sleep. I felt amazing. It was the most intensely rewarding orgasm I had ever felt and I was sure to tell Jessica that while I thanked her for fulfilling that fantasy for me. She climbed up my body and kissed me softly on the lips, letting her breasts rest gently against mine and using her nipples to tease mine. Her eyes looked steadily into mine as her lips fell softly against mine one more time and sucked my lip between them, teasing them with her tongue and leaving the sweet taste of my pussy in my mouth.
Jessica gazed down at me. “I want you to suck me now.” She said. “I want to cum in your mouth the way you came in mine.” She told me, lowering herself onto the bed and rolling onto her back. “Make love to me.” She told me in her soft confident voice.
I did make love to her. I savored every touch of my body against hers. I relished each moment I had to kiss her sweet pussy. I licked her, kissed her, touched her, drug my hair over her curvy body, sucked her, fingered her, and pleasured her to the absolute best of my ability for as long as it took to build her long, powerful orgasm just as she had done for me. As her pleasure peaked, her shrieks of pleasure filled my room and her passionate juices soothed my throat as they flooded into my mouth.
We spent most of that day together talking and them making love, then talking some more before making love again. Just before Jessica left, she asked me to lick her pussy one last time. She came pretty quickly, surprising me since we had both had several orgasms together throughout the day.
As she walked out the door, knowing Scott would be home soon, she turned and said. “Give Scott a kiss for me.” Smiling a coy grin. “And let me know if he notices you taste like.”