6 comments/ 99671 views/ 5 favorites Creme de la Creme Ch. 01 By: abashed-dreamer All copyrights held by author, no reproduction or archiving to commercial sites or for material gain, without express prior written permission from the author. Warning: If you are offended by graphic detail, bodily fluids, do not proceed. While there is romance, it's off-the-wall, some would say, perverse. *** She had the body of a swimmer; the only hint of softness was her small breasts. Seeing her in the thin orange fabric of a tiny bikini turned his cock to wood-and firmed his resolve to get to know her. The nipples weren't very big, but they had hardened in the cold lake water, actually pointing upward, which made Jason catch his breath. He had often heard his college roommate mention a 'cute' sister, but he'd taken it with a grain of salt; here she was, 17, with a button nose that crinkled when she smiled; a tanned face showed off her blond hair loosely pulled back. She had the 'all American' look of Kirsten Dunce; "Nice to meet, ya. I'm Kelly," she said, "Coming to swim with us?" Lying near one another, on towels at the edge of the lake, they talked; to his surprise, she was interesting to listen to; her father had 'exited' when she was 12; her mother was quite willing to say what this showed about men when they encounter the rocks and potholes on the road of family life. Her plans for the future, he found, were well mapped, considering her age: to go to art college after high school. He'd been thinking that any 'career' plan of hers would be pretty light-weight, in accord with the pink SUV she loved, a gift from her mother; he might have pictured her as a dental hygienist; but as they talked other things didn't fit. She liked Stephen King and had tried her hand at writing scary stories. One time, in their discussion of the college, she said, "I can help pay my way as a figure model. Do you think, on the job, I'll have to fuck all the instructors?" *** They were in each other's company a great deal in the next three years. She loved him deeply, and he responded in the same way. To him, she appeared to have no interest in marriage. Once, he'd referred to her as a 'life partner.' She responded "No criticism of you, honey, but how do you ever know?" "Know what?" "If your SO, your would-be life partner, will go the final mile with you." "I'll be there for you." He saw that the matter wasn't settled. She repeated her favorite saying, 'Not just to talk the talk; but to walk the walk.' *** In a few more years, Jason was finishing law school as she prepared final projects for her art diploma. She'd taken up a series of mixed media compositions as she called them, on the theme of Mother Earth; she liked to quote Zora Hurston; the earth accepts everything, pure rain water and urine, indifferently; she is never defiled. Kelly would say, "The earth is like a woman's body, its fluids, its nooks and crevices"; she modeled them in clay and fabrics on canvas, deep brown and siennas with the cloth in gathered in folds and cracks that called to mind a number of lubricious thoughts. One time she noticed Jason looking at a new composition, still damp, she said, "Here, it looks like a pussy, don't ya think?" She could surprise him. "Here, have a look." She pulled down her pants and panties. Her pubis was close cropped, so the delicious folds were prominent; just as the fabric had been molded in the composition. Her manner of dress changed. The pinks and mauves had disappeared from her wardrobe; purples and blacks were in her favorite items, often contrasted with the deepest and truest reds. She'd started frequenting an erotic writers' website; some of her early submissions were pretty breezy and hardly anyone read them, but she began to write her feelings and later submissions had been well received. Each story contained a note, "E-mail your comments, but don't ask to cyber or meet. I have the sexiest lover." Jason was surprised by the frequency of domination themes, but he soon found that, in real life, he was often the beneficiary. She had them try silken ropes, feathers, candles. Her body stretched out between four bedposts made his breath short and hardened his cock. Her rack, as he called it, now filled out, always made his mouth go dry; he liked to watch the nipples crinkle at the touch of the feather; her breasts would swell under the soft leather lash she had him use. The sight of her twisting under it always brought him to say, "I love you, Kelly." He could see how far she'd go with him, in giving up control. *** They'd finally gotten an apartment together. They began entertaining and liked having friends over. Lise was her oldest friend from art school, a slender brunette Jason had no trouble getting along with; she also seemed fascinated by fertility themes and Jean Shineda Bolen. She had even formed a women's 'circle' that would dance in the full moon's light. He liked to say to her, "Will you guys be boiling up any eye of newt and toe of frog?" One day, when she came to visit, just after the full moon, he made that remark, and she said, "Close your eyes, I've got something for you." Something dropped into his shirt pocket. "Open," she said. He felt something small, dry. "A newt for you-from the gang." After he hastily dropped it, they all laughed till their bellies hurt. Her passion for drama got her jobs as Entertainment Director at several of the fraternities and sororities of the State College in the city. Pledges couldn't be painfully hazed any more, but Kelly gave Jason hints-about "productions" Lise arranged for the newbies. She had a commanding presence which-he guessed-would make her a fine director of any erotic hijinx. Kelly often visited her apartment, but Jason didn't ask what they did there; maybe sex, since Lise often would graze her fingers over Kelly's arm or some other part; the thought turned him on so he didn't worry; and Kelly never seemed less devoted or receptive on the home front. Living with Kelly, he became very open, and didn't try to hide anything, including the movie a friend had recommended, "Bukkake Supreme." When she saw the video case, she asked about it, and they ended up watching together. In one scene a slender Japanese young woman knelt, smiling at first, and received the ejaculations of a couple dozen guys, some pretty scruffy, some fat, some bare bones but well hung. The young woman's look became more intent as her face became coated in glistening slime, for a good many of the guys missed her open mouth. Jason's cock hardened; Kelly noticed, but she seemed quite engrossed, too: "It sure pushes the boundaries"; a concept that had appealed to her from her art schooling. She reached for his cock as the scene finished; thirty guys had come; the model opened her mouth wide and showed a pool of semen she'd managed not to swallow. Jason felt stomach go queasy as she gulped, smiled, and with her fingers began scraping the cum off her face; she then licked the goo from her fingers, seeming to enjoy the taste; he was stone hard and ready to jump Kelly, but couldn't help exclaiming, "Look at that slut." Kelly withdrew her hand immediately, frowned a little. "Slut?" "She's enjoying that cum." "She received it all, but she kept her dignity. You thought of spilling on her face too, didn't you?" "What do you mean?" "Then it would be your cum too. Would that be gross?" "No, Kelly." "I swallow every time." "Yes. ...Honey, let's just drop the subject." He couldn't explain, but he thought her objection had to do with her views of Mother Earth. "Fine." *** Their lovemaking that evening was more passionate; Jason was thinking of the film scenes. He wondered at their power to arouse, though partly he felt disgust. Kelly took his cock head into her crack and jammed her hips toward him. Her pussy was almost as tight as when they first had become intimate. With her tongue snaking into his mouth, he moved toward the edge quickly. It was a slight surprise when she stopped after a couple minutes and eased his cock from her; "I'm going to suck you." "Fine, Honey." He always loved feeling her blond hair in his hands while her lips took him in and her tongue flicked at the his cock's 'eye.' Shoving further towards her throat, he started to lose control--which she sensed. There was a second surprise for him: Without losing a stroke, she removed her mouth from his cock but kept jerking it. "Come on my face!" There was just a second to react and the image of the actress's face came into his mind; he couldn't resist. His awareness centered down to his exploding prick, his eyes closed; dark flashes blanked his mind; he shot several pulses of cum and as his jerking subsided, looked down. The thick white strands criss-crossed her face; there was a small pool on her closed left eye. Gobs of white were on her lips, which were half open. "Thanks, Love," she said. "You're beautiful." "And now I have a assignment for you." Her third surprise. Taking her fingers, she scraped gobs from her face, and with her digits pushed the cum into her pussy. She did this three times so her crack was dripping with it. She knew her sex, messed up, always excited him, though he didn't often get a close look after their love-making. "You are to lick my face clean, honey, and then my pussy." She was looking at him steadily through the one open eye and enjoying the expression on his face. He hesitated. Again there was a queasy feeling. "I'm beautiful, no? Well, go to it!" It was not time, he knew very well, to say he was half disgusted; and it would be pretty odd to object to her directive after he had happily spewed all over her face. He kissed her wet cheek; she tried to get him going by inserting a coated finger into his mouth. This sampling was not a big deal since he'd tasted his own semen as a curious teen; but he had not dined on it, which seemed to be what was happening. The dank smell was in his nostrils as his tongue began to lick the salty slick from her cheek. It wasn't so much the taste the affected him, but the consistency. "Don't swallow. Let me see it in your mouth." H opened up, just as the actress had. "Swallow. ... What's it like on the receiving end, dear?" The connections were becoming clear. His condescension to the 'slut' had created the problem; Kelly was going to teach him a lesson. As he licked up the pool next to her eye, his feelings were changing-his sense of power over their encounter was slipping away, but that was not unpleasant, since his cock had begun to stir. There was another feeling: "You're demeaning me." "Demeaning?" Her laugh was gentle; she glanced at his swelling cock then looked at him steadily. "I guess that's what you thought of the girl's receiving thirty guys' cum." "Didn't you see it that way? It's a traditional disgrace." "But we weren't watching a medieval drama. The actress, or prostitute, did a scene in the 1990s, kept her dignity, and walked away at the end. In your fantasy she was ashamed; that turned you on." It had. And so it did, now. His cock became fully erect, as he continued to lap up the fluids from her face; taking him in her hand, she said, "You're enjoying this," as she gently stroked. When he licked vigorously, she jerked his cock more forcefully; he was being trained. "That's fine, dear." She said, wiping her cleaned face with a tissue. "Good job. Now my pussy." Lying back, she spread her legs, separating the folds of her vulva. "Don't delay. It's running out." The cum was beginning to flow and turn transparent, dribbling onto her upper thighs. "Go for it." He knelt beside her, facing her feet; he first kissed her pussy, trying to quiet the unease in his guts. Her hips swiveled upward, and she directed his head towards the opening. "Stick your tongue in and clean me out." The goo was quite far inside; he had to extend his tongue to the fullest into the tender hole, which twitched and grasped, and squeezed more semen from her. There was the fine taste of her love juices, mellowing the pungency of the own semen. "You like that fuck." Her favorite term for their mixed juices. He found himself in a new territory, licking the fuck from her pussy that he barely had a chance to screw. Her hand, which she had dampened from her slit, slid easily on his cock, pleasuring him. The dining at her "Y" continued; his tongue was in her as he felt his excitement build. The peculiar of mix of shame, unease, his own taste and the incredible sensations of stroking would remain in his mind for a long time. She didn't rush her masturbation; she wanted her whole crotch area cleaned before he was brought off. He sucked the aromatic slime from her tender skin, and she ground against his face. Finally she came; in convulsion, more of her juices gushed out. "Dessert," she said. Afterwards, she jerked his cock strongly with one hand and caught his large emission in the other. Relieved, he saw her dip a finger into the puddle in her palm; she put the finger to her mouth. "Mmmm." She was Mother Earth; it was quite a turn-on. His relief was short lived. "Help me. Dig in." Her views were becoming apparent. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." From her palm, he spooned his own cum with two fingers and put them in his mouth. The same odd taste, of course, minus the sweet taste of her pineapple-ish cunt juices. Yet he was still in the grips of memory: tongue in her cunt, bathed in fuck; the feast started to agitate his balls. He was hard stone; his queasiness had vanished. *** Their connection took on a strange heat after this incident. She was more eager than before, yet there was a clear shift in power. No longer interested in being bound, she wanted, instead, to see how he responded to her binding; and she meant to do it psychically. Sometimes she had him eat cum from her hand; she liked the symbolism of that act. Yet she didn't condescend or distance herself from him; her love was still there, but now accompanied by a desire to teach him quite rigorously what was objectionable about his former views about 'sluts'. When he did look up from the now routine post-fuck dining on her pussy, she had a look of intensity; she seemed so tender. "There's another side of you I'm starting to love." "Oh?" "The side that that loves our juices, like mother's milk." "Mmmm." Her beautiful ass loomed above him. "Is it good for you?" "Yes." Not wholly convincing. "You like cleaning my pussy, don't you, honey?" He saw she wanted him to learn something and couldn't say anything but 'Yes.' After a few days it was completely true, and she noticed: "It's starting to feel like you're sticking around me" "You mean like I'm sticky around you." She smiled. *** Inevitably that Lise was drawn in. She came over often and always flicked her tongue when she kissed him in greeting. Whatever she did with Kelly, she had no distaste for men. Lise was over for a visit when they glimpsed him in the hall in his underwear. Kelly said, "Hot buns." Lise added, "We should put a few stripes on them, some time. I'd like to see how he'd shoot." The first time for them was at the apartment, on the living room sofa and spilling over to the floor. It was Kelly and Lise, kissing, nude, while Jason stroked Kelly's pussy and was introduced to Lise's prominent dark nipples. Lise held his testicles in the gentlest of pressure as he fucked Kelly. "Give it to her," Lise urged, reaching behind Kelly and shoving a wet finger into her ass till she came. "Now!" she said, slapping his balls and he twisted in ecstasy; he kept fucking till he was exhausted; the women resumed their kissing, and Lise reached her climax with three of Kelly's fingers, churning inside, while Jason tugged, then bit, her thick nipples. When they were alone together, Kelly said, "She's hot." "She sure is." "She's totally in love with me..." "Fine.' "And my pussy. Do you know how I know?" "How?" "You've notice anything about my visits to her place?" "Well, they're frequent." "Often it's after we make love." He hadn't noticed. "Oh." "She loves attending to my pussy." "Wow." He didn't know what to say. He was uncertain about his feelings; he added, "My cum." "Our fuck." *** Jason guessed they had talked, for the next encounter was different. Lise paid special attention to his prick as Jason and she kissed Kelly. When he finally mounted Kelly, Lise thrust a couple fingers up his ass, jamming at his prostate. His cock was well primed; the internal massage unleashed a flood in Kelly's pussy. There was leakage even before he withdrew. Lise began kissing Kelly again while he recovered; he saw her fingers in the gooey folds of Kelly's labia and figured she'd use the lubrication to frig Kelly's clit. His cock roused up at the sticky scene. Then Kelly said, "Lise, suck me!" Lise, glancing at him, went down in an instant. She wanted him to be able to see, for she held her head slightly to the side, like in the porno movies, as her tongue delved into Kelly's distended hole. He turned to hard wood while she finished. Her ehthusiasm was puzzling; he'd been told of it before, of course, but he was struck when he saw that she had not hesitated, even for a second. And she didn't even care if he was watching. Finally everyone was very tired and they pulled blankets over themselves and slept; Lise left the next morning. Kelly smiled contentedly in the dawn's light. "She's a red hot lover." Then, Jason's mouth, again, split things wide open. "Hot. Yes, Kelly, I do see you've got her pussy whipped." A bad joke, for he loved her sex. "What?" "Well I see she's a slave to your fine cunt, and don't think I disagree that it's fine." He added the last words, lamely. It was too late. "A slave?" "Well, a clean-up person. But I guess it's her way of loving you." Trying to extricate myself. "It's your cum, dear. Does it reflect on her if she eats it from my pussy?" "Well, why would she?" The question just popped out. "There seem to be some things you don't understand." It was a very quiet time the rest of the morning. He was reminded how she reacted to his comments on the Bukkake girl, but this seemed to affect her more strongly. Rationally he understood. Why should his cum, in Kelly's pussy, be a problem for someone who liked both Kelly and him, yet he could not see it. A few evenings later, Kelly said, "We're invited to Lise's apartment this evening." "Fine." Entering the lobby of her building, we waited for the elevator. Several people get off, ladies in coats. There were some young women in t-shirts that said "State College"; their nipples, upward pointing, reminded him of Kelly three years ago; they seemed to attract the admiring glances of a couple young men in jackets bearing Greek letters. One of the women, a red head, was a particular tease; without looking at the guys, and as if unaware of their presence, she smoothed her shirt over one of her breasts. They got to Lise's place on the fifth floor; she welcomed us. Things began to happen fast. Kelly started with Lise in a clinch and their tongues fought together. Lise beckoned him over and massaged his cock as Kelly kissed him. All of them dropped onto Lise's wonderful thick rug. Kelly's tongue was halfway down Jason's throat; Lise jerked his cock. He felt like a sultan. The women undressed each other, but took turns keeping him 'fluffed'; one kept diddling his balls. Kelly lay Lise down on some cushions and started gnawing at her nipples as Jason stroked her belly and proceeded southward. His hand encountered a mass of stickiness atop Lisa's pussy. For a second, he hoped it was her muff over-reacting to the attention, but it was semen. Kelly was whipping his cock, and he heard her directive, "Clean up her pussy!" It was hard for him to think. Lise was watching him. He realized they'd planned it; the two frat boys had just serviced her; he remembered the insignia. It was Kappa Alpha, one of the fraternities she worked for. His cock was about to explode in Kelly's hand, and her biting kisses brought fire into my nipples. "Now!" Creme de la Creme Ch. 01 He thought of just standing up and walking out, but the sight of Lise's pussy, its puddles of cum made him think of the girl in the film, with the puddle over one eye. His stomach revolted, but his cock twitched in anticipation. He slowly lowered his head till Lise took hold of it and directed him into the heart of the mess. Her inner labia were bright red; she had just come. Strands of jism were flowing from her hole, opened just a little. With a hand she pulled one lip to the side to reveal goo within. He kissed that pussy, thinking of its defilement. Kelly, as was her trick, sped up her masturbation, and Lise was able to reach his ass. His cheeks were in the warm swamp; he sucked the fuck from her labia and thrust his tongue in for more. Lise moaned. Kelly said, "Yes, do it to her." And so Jason proceeded into the somewhat bitter leavings of the two guys and didn't let up till Lise was clean, then had him tongue her clit, till she thrashed against his face and soaked him. Kelly brought him off, directing his pulses to Lise's stomach. Jason shot eight spurts, and the strings of fluid pooled over her abdomen. Fearing the next directive, he looked at Kelly, who smiled and stroked his slick cheeks. "Don't worry, dear, it's my turn." She bent down and licked up the ejaculate; she said, "What's the problem, here?" His cock was twitching as he saw Lise take Kelly's blond hair into her hands, just as he did when Kelly sucked; the clean-up continued. After, Lise and Kelly started kissing. He thought of Lisa tasting him in Kelly's mouth; with her hand on his cock she could tell his aroused reaction. He'd crossed a line. He'd never tell his friends that he was aroused as never before. While Kelly was kissing him, he saw Lise look at the clock. A minute later, there were voices outside and a knock. Lisa, nude, went to the door; opened. "Welcome, men of Theta Phi." The jock fraternity. About ten sturdy undergrads walked in. She greeted them by name. It was Kelly who explained. "The guys are to do us a favor. They will prepare Lisa, as I keep you occupied. Then you're to do your duties. It's time to change some of your attitudes. Lise and I will teach you." "Tad, let me help you," said Lise, helping the first, fairly stocky guy unbelt himself. His cock stood up, large, and Lise's hands brought it to the ready. She lay back on the sofa, legs apart, pussy cleaned up by Jason. She took in Tad's thick erection, and thrust quickly to bring on his climax. Since he was so young, it took only a couple minutes till he gasped, thrust and came. And so it was with most of the others. After the first three, Lise encouraged the rest to masturbate themselves almost to coming; "My pussy's starting to get a bit tender." Kelly helped Lise put a cushion under her butt to raise her hips. To avoid leaks, Lise was trying not to sit up; she thought of infertile couples trying to conceive by having the wife stay down after sex so the sperm would pool inside. Kelly moved out of the way of the guys, tenderly kissed Jason and kept lightly stroking his cock. If he hadn't felt 'prepped' for his assignment, he would have really enjoyed it. After the fifth, Kelly said, "It would be best if you turned; on your knees with your butt in the air." He almost came at the sight of the filled slot, now gaping open from the position. There were a variety of colors of strands oozing from her hole. He had too often seen the uniform, white, cornstarch mixes of the porn videos. There were grayish threads and slightly yellowish areas of spunk. Sperm were in densely white patches of threads in the gray background. It was all liquefying, turning clear and shiny. The guys proceeded. There were eight; the eighth, of course, was awash in spunk, and the slopping noises of her ponded cunt were very loud. "Take your time, Charles, you're the anchor." "Lise, you're a river, it's hard to feel you." "Honey, I'll squeeze you as hard as I can; I want you to come for me. Remember the bash I promised you all. There's female entertainment so you won't be eighth." He started a methodical thrusting, while she stuck her ass as far up as she could, pressing her face into the sofa. He cried out, came, then withdrew. His and others' semen was dripping from his cock. Lise took it and smeared it around her anus, "I saved myself for you, Jason. ...Guys, we'll gather again soon. Thanks for coming." She winked. They dressed and bid her goodbye. From the Bukkake film Jason had a picture of what lots of jism looked like, but this was real and it wasn't on an actress's face. Lisa's pussy hole yawned open from all the fucking; the dark slit showed a sea of spunk. Her juices mixed in and the pungent smell seemed to hit some nerve center to further harden his cock. Kelly stuck a finger into the mess, and brought it to her lips. "Mmm. ...Maybe it's I who am Lise's slave!" She winked. Jason saw the point. "We're going to help you learn about fine dining. You didn't understand why Lise would lick me. Now it's time for you to start on her." With her fingers, Lise spread some of the excess across her dark pubic area and applied it to her erect nipples. The pubic hair was where Lise first directed his licking and he extracted several mouthfuls of the reeking spunk. To conserve semen, Lise had inserted a ben-wa ball: "You've got time to do a good job." Next, it was the gobs of jism lying in between her labia. The taste no longer bothered him and he slurped them up. "Take a break," she said; momentarily his unease vanished, but she reached to her anus and scraped on her fingers what had accumulated there, and offered them to him. His gut was churning because he was pretty sure what the final assignment would be. Kelly said, "Lie down on the floor." Lise knelt and began stroking his cock. Kelly slipped two digits in his ass to keep his cock at absolute attention. Lise straddled him, facing his feet; her beautiful ass, which also showed the contributions of her friends, loomed above him. He smelled her pussy above him as she lowered herself; he shut his eyes. There was the sound of the ben-wa ball popping out, and then he felt the wet sticky lips on his, pussy hole directly about his open mouth. Instantly he was filled with a warm, bitter and sweet mass. There were different tastes on the different parts of his tongue, which he then applied to her inner labia. He felt the insides of his cheeks coated in the slime. His mouth seemed very full. He was resolved, however, to continue. She contracted and was going to force out another gob. He had to swallow. It reminded him of an old initiation where he'd downed raw eggs, but then it was only three. The second mouthful had an odd consistency; it seemed liquid with strings in it. She was contracting every three or four seconds so gobs kept coming down. His tongue was enjoying the variety of tastes on it, sweeter, or more bitter, for the underlying taste was sweet cunt. He melted, became a receptacle. Kelly moved above him; she started fiercely kissing Lise, inserting herself halfway to the tonsils, as she did when aroused. Lise choked, just for a moment, on the lithe intruder. As her body contracted, a massive gush entered his mouth, far more liquid than before, and a little sweeter. He gulped, and kept on swallowing, sensing a flow of energy from her to his mouth; downward to his stomach filling with hot spunk--at one point, he felt it contract. Kelly had interrupted the kissing and must have noticed, "Be calm. I will treat you, now." Facing Lise, she squatted above his cock and lowered her pussy onto it. His body writhed in Kelly's stimulation as the tastes blended; dozens of images fleeted through his mind and he didn't know where he was. He saw the Bukkake girl's intent face. Kelly's shining cheeks he'd first had to lick, a red, cunt tunnel, slime dripping from the walls, Lise's nipples coated in cum, awaiting the final cleansing. The liquids were leaking down across his cheek, behind to his neck, pooling onto the floor. He lost track of time; he was swallowing continuously like a baby at the breast drinking its milk. Finally Kelly saw there was no more semen to eat; she stopped moving and began again, deep kissing Lise-still atop Jason--while frigging her clit right next to his mouth. When Lise came, a gush of her clear cum washed the last of the spunk into his mouth, which overflowed. She toppled onto the rug, leaving Kelly to give the final bounces that made him come in her. Kelly looked at his shiny face and saw that there was no distaste, no resistance. "Now for your own! Can you go the limit?" Her gaze seemed more deeply loving than ever before, and he did not hesitate. She positioned the swollen lips above his, and lowered the swampy cunt against his face. He plunged into the fresh load; whose it was, had ceased to matter. There was Kelly's pussy; he was bound; not as a slave, but as a lover. END Please vote. E-mail comments are welcome, esp. if the story 'reached' you. Creme de la Creme Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Christening This chapter makes more sense, if you read ch 1., which can be found by clicking on my name. But it stands on its own. ======= Jason noticed some changes in his lover after the party at Lise's. Kelly asked to be called KC, since Lise had gotten in the habit of calling her that. It stood for Kelly Christine, and Jason was soon to learn why Lise loved that middle name. Lately, when Jason said, "Let's make love, KC," she made it clear she wanted a day to pass, in between their encounters. "I want you to spurt like a fire hose," she said; he couldn't help but be flattered. She wanted her cunt filled to the point of dripping. After their lovemaking she'd prop her hips high up on a pillow, to offer up her pussy; the inner lips would be slightly separated and their juices, sticky around the entrance. "Sip me," she said. "I guess I'm your communicant," he replied, lowering his face into the slime. He no longer minded the taste of himself; indeed it was a relief after having eaten the semen of eight of Lise's friends. She seemed to have a different view of his cum. Watching him lap at her, she said, "Mmm. Enjoy. It's a white chocolate topping over raspberry ice cream. How do you like the raspberries?" She pinched her nipples. Jason wondered, "Was this 'pussy worship'?" though he had never used the term. It seemed to come to mind more frequently. Whatever it was, KC was clearly pleased, and her lovemaking became more bold in other ways. When he'd tried to proceed to penetrate her, she said, "Tongue fuck me first. For a long time. So you'll find me terminally gooey." She kept him at it for a good hour, until she had come several times; this would become her pattern. Once, when he'd done a particularly good job, she said, "You know, this could get you a life sentence." "A prisoner in the box?" She talked about her sex: "It's like a flower. You make it blossom: My cunt swells and opens for you." She painted its likeness, and spent hours looking at her book of Georgia O'Keefe's irises. The lovemaking took on a new dimension, he noticed immediately; he'd never had such a vigorous fuck from her, and he wondered if she had been doing exercizes to be able to tighten the grip of her cunt. Once, after lapping her, he tried to tease: "There won't be anything left for Lise." "She's cool with that. ... for while at least. Turn about is fair play." "What does that mean?" "She meant I could clean up her pussy for a change." "Oh." He couldn't help wondering. "So you've been converted to cream pie, Hon?" "Yes, sure. Probably you don't want the details." "No, not about the sources. But what's in it for you?" "She says that, with the cum, it's like an anointing, a christening." Suddenly Jason understood Lise's reason for liking 'Christine'. "Ah, that's why she likes your middle name." "Yes." "Lise thinks the cunt is paid to be paid tribute,' KC said. " I've come to agree." "I bet you've come." I winked, "Were you squeamish at first?" "I hesitated, yes. But after I saw what the christening did for her, it—her pussy—became more and more beautiful when bathed in semen." "She hasn't had the eight over, again, has she?" "No," KC laughed. "Just a personal assistant. I'm not ready for the group, yet. That was a special for you!" "She is a rare person." "Yes. When she's over next time, maybe she can help you understand." A couple nights later, Lise was over for dinner. It was the first time he'd seen her since the party. She greeted Jason warmly; he felt the tongue in her kiss. She wasn't shy or abashed; he only half thought she would be. "You were great the other day," she said. "How did it go down with you, KC? We planned it, but was the reality like you imagined." "Well, Jason lapped like a kid with his first ice cream cone, didn't he!" "What did you feel, though?" "I'd never seen him in that role." KC turned to him: "As I looked, it seemed to suit you. Lise has a fine pussy. You were paying it tribute." "And the cum?" Lise pressed the point. "That seemed to suit him, too." He was embarrassed. She continued, "That's not what I meant. Doesn't the cum spoil things a bit? You've heard of the 'muddy field.'" "Sloppy seconds." "Yes." "Mostly, I don't think that way any more. You say, 'It's like milk over peaches.' " "Cream on strawberries," said Lise. "In this case, KC, you'll find more is better." "I'm thinking about it." "Remember how my eight friends looked after their services were rendered?" "Pretty beat. I saw one stagger; must have jerked himself almost into a coma." "Exactly. Was I in a coma?" "Hardly; we made love after." "The guys lost power, then, and I gained it." "Yes." There was something Jason didn't understand. "But really, what did you gain?" "Sustenance. In some myths, the goddess dines on men. Here we provoke their emissions; we frost our cakes--she patted her mound--for our pleasure. And we get to lick the bowl; (looking at Jason) though we share with our friends. The guys no more control us than a dairy cow does, a carton of milk that came from her." He wondered. "Where did you get these tastes, Lise?" "Do you really want to know? Even KC has not heard the whole story, and I'm not ready to spill it out. But I'll tell you one of the juicy parts." "Yes." "Do tell us," said KC. Lise began her story. A few years back, in my second year of college, I was going out with this frat boy named Jonathan. I don't know why. Yes I do, he was very well hung, and generally didn't give me a hard time. He was the 'silent jock' a bit taller than Jason, and very well built. I was living off campus with my roommate Louise, and she could not come to the Spring party he invited me to; she owed some back assignments. At the party I had a lot to drink, and Jon took me into a back room to make out. We pushed the coats aside and started to fuck on the bed. It was barely big enough for one person, not three feet wide, so Jon had to climb on top of me. I had my eyes closed, but could hear the noise of the party, below. The room was spinning. There were steps in the hall outside, and I looked up at Jon. He brought his finger to his lips, for me to be quiet. "Occupied!" said Jon, loudly, and the steps faded. It was a sloppy fuck; we probably made a mess on the bedspread. Then I heard several steps in the hall. A fellow came in. Jason got off me, but stayed beside and behind me. "She's ripe for it, isn't she?" I expected defense, but I heard him say, "Well, 'ripe' yes. But please no dirty talk." "Hey man, whatever you want. Just so she comes across." "Tell him to beat it," I said to Jonathan, not realizing the direction of things. "I can't." "You can't?" "I had to pledge you." He looked very sheepish. "You promised me to the frat." I was connecting the dots. I shivered. "Yes, according to our traditions." "Well, tell them it's no go." "I can't. And it wouldn't do any good." "What?" "I could leave and ten guys would jump you. If I stay I'll be right here and they'll have to be gentle." "You are a fuck, Jonathan. A piece of work." He didn't say anything. I was pretty drunk, and it didn't seem quite real, but images of frat gang bangs came to mind. Things I'd only read about. "If I fight?" "Please don't. They will hold you down, and I can't fight them. It would not be pretty. Look, you're awful wet; it won't hurt if you just play along." At this point, I saw I had no real ally. I could get only minimum protection, if I let him. I looked up at the fellow who'd been watching the exchange with a bulge in the front of his pants. "OK, Jack, come get your pussy." He dropped his trousers, and I arranged my legs. Jon sort of cuddled me from behind while 'Jack'—which wasn't his name—climbed onto me, his long slender prick, hard in front of him. He hesitated, then avoided my glance and shoved in. I think he might have wanted to apologize, but he clearly wanted to get laid. "It's his first time," said Jonathan. "Great." He wasn't that skilled but the newness of it probably is what made him come in just a few seconds. "Thanks," he said. "Lise, is it?" "Does it matter?" "Thanks anyway. I hope it was good for you." He dressed, and the next one came in. A stocky fellow built like a refrigerator, whom I'd seen with Jonathan a few days ago. "Dave," said Jon. "Hey man, thanks for the lady." "How about thanking the lady?" I said sarcastically. "Oh, you were supposed to be too drunk to talk back." He proceeded to undress. To cut to the chase, he sported a shorter, but very thick dick, and he had it in me in a minute. He rutted like a rhino. "Easy, man," said Jon. Dave lifted a little of his weight off, and proceeded. There were six more, and my pussy was getting really sore. I just gritted my teeth. I felt like crying. "Lise, are you OK?" said Jon. "Yes, if you want my pussy to bleed, keep it up; I'm just fine." "Hold on." He said to the next fellow. "She was not to be hurt." "Just gang banged," I added in sarcasm. Number Nine looked a little disappointed. "You know the procedure, Jon." "I do Matt. Maybe you don't our traditions. Honor, man! You're not going to put her in the hospital, so it's time for a cumfest. These are the rules." "I never heard that." "Every brother is to have access, but they will agree to a cumfest, if the girl and the brother--her date--request it." "I didn't hear any request," said Matt, continuing to undress. "Lise," said Jon, "this is the time. You have been fucked by eight guys. There are a dozen more. In a cumfest, they will simply come on your body, no one will go inside." "On my stomach?" "No, wherever they please." When I heard the word 'dozen' I got really scared. I didn't want Jon to go, despite his treachery. I didn't wish it to be a violent rape. "OK," I said to Jon. "Welcome to the cumfest, Matt." Cock in hand, Matt approached and began jerking himself sharply. In a couple minutes, he shot several long strands, and he intentionally directed them onto my face. "Ask the rest to come in, when you go," said Jon. I think it was twelve—I didn't count—assorted half-drunk guys came in. Hiding behind them I said a few female faces. Their dates wanted them to watch; or they were made to. Three or four at a time positioned themselves around the bed. I watched the first group, though they tried to avoid my glance. Each had this intense look on his face; they seemed to have their routine down. One grabbed his prick from above, one from below, one used both hands. I realized I was seeing the male animal as he was, away from girl friends and any civilizing influence. It was little Johnny whacking it in the bathroom, as he always had. When I understood that, I felt a bit safer, though still pissed off. The first cried out and almost hit my face; I closed my eyes. Warm strands fell across my stomach, and I felt a wad hit my pubic hair. Jon kept my legs apart and no square inch on the front of me or in my crotch was spared. I kept my eyes closed, and heard the next group come in. And so it proceeded; I was getting covered. I peeked out and saw the pools on my stomach and the white cords in my pubic hair. Finally I heard Jon say, "It's over. Do you want to use our shower?" I just wanted to leave. I didn't want to put on any kind of show. "Give me my clothes; put a blanket around me and take me home immediately." I will not ever forget the expression on Louise's face as we entered the apartment. She was standing in a blue nightgown. I just stood, shaking, in a tan, wool blanket. "Jon, just go." He disappeared, and I started to cry. It was not that I was destroyed, but I was very shaken; and now relieved. Lou started to cry also and hugged me. She got a small towel, wet it and cleaned the cum from around my eyes nose and mouth. Some kind of electricity jumped between us; we were kissing and holding onto each other like drowning kids. My blanket fell away; "I'm so embarrassed," I said. She just continued to hug me. "I'm just covered with scum." I didn't see her hesitate. (She told me later that she had.) Taking some of the stickiness onto her fingers, and she tasted. I was watching to see if she'd make a face. She kissed me, and I could taste it; somehow, on her eager tongue it started to be strangely erotic. At my breasts, she started lapping, tentatively; then she became very eager, maybe because I was stroking her cunt through her nightgown. This was further than we'd ever gone before. She laid me on the sofa. She continued kissing my breasts and lapping them; licking up the cum, sucking it from my nipples. My body came to life again; I quickly opened her nightgown and thrust my hand in between her thighs, which parted so easily. After lapping the jism on my stomach, she proceeded toward my bush. "Louise, I don't feel clean." My box was a real mess. It had a dank smell. The guys had really wanted to see my cunt dripping. "Lise you are beautiful," she said. "Louise?" I said, plaintively, trying to ask a question. "It's fine,' she said, "Think of me like a mother cat." She applied her tongue to my opening and sucked up the goo quite skillfully. My clit roused to attention with that hot tongue nearby; I felt my cunt warming. She slipped under me. Facing her puss and I rode her tongue as I leaked the fuck of the first guys; Louise took it all. By this time I realized her eagerness was genuine. I tried my best to encourage her, reaching for her pussy, two fingers stirring inside her. After sucking pussy, she had me lay back and she cleaned the rest of my front; I just closed my eyes and felt the wet tongue gathering up all the semen that had been deposited. (KC's hand had crept into her crotch, listening to the story. Pushing her panties aside, she looked at me, smiled and slipped fingers in between her damp lips.) She returned more urgently to my clit, and shoved three digits into my gooey hole. They were dripping as she offered them to me, and somehow the erotism of it made me join her in licking her fingers, till she shoved them back into me. She held my clit in her lips and sucked it into her mouth, tonguing me till I thrashed and jammed my cunt up against her face. Her face was covered in the whitish globs, shining in the liquefied jism, and I just wanted to kiss it. I was about to come, a clean woman, whose body was loved, every inch. We convulsed in each other's arms. I cried, and we were stuck together for a while. "Now it's time to shower," she said. After that event, there was a lot of sex with Louise; she loved to lick my breasts and stomach, with a couple fingers on either side of my clit. Somehow, though, the scene was imprinted in my mind. My body, covered with cum, being adored by her. I asked if it was mutual. "You didn't mind?" "Lise, I wouldn't have believed it before, but, yes, I got into it." "The taste didn't put you off?" "Creme de cacao over vanilla ice cream." "And my pussy?" "Dripping as it should; jism and pussy juices mixed to a T." "What did you think of, Lou?" "Power. The power of pussy. It can subdue a roomful of men." Those words of hers stuck in my mind. Yes, I thought of 'violation' also, because I'd been coerced. But even then, *they needed *me; they reacted to my power; I wondered, Could the scene be replayed with me having the upper hand. I'll have a few of them clean me off and see if they still think in terms of defilement. ======= Jason saw how KC was moved. She put her panties into place and went over and hugged Lise. "I haven't been through that, but I know a little of what you mean." "I believe you." "You may suck my fingers if it would comfort you," said KC, joking. "Mmmm." Lise enjoyed them. "Our scene with you is, like, engraved on my mind. The eight guys' cum dripping out of your wonderful puss. ...Looking back, I'm a little jealous of Jason." "KC, my love, you might be ready for the process, voluntarily." KC was really surprised. "Me covered in cum?" "Christened, yes. It would be a treat. I'd lick you clean and lap you to ecstasy." "I can get licked any time, honey." KC teased. "But you haven't been my candy apple!" KC looked at Jason to see if he minded. He was thinking it over. Finally he said, "KC, I see the 'turn on' of cream covered cunt and body, but I don't want ten guys all over your face." "She'll save her face for you," said Lise. Jason looked relieved. "Lise, I think we have agreement. Jason, you're a sweetie." Lise said, "Jason, you're free to join in the clean up. Right KC?" "Sure." In the two days it took to arrange, Jason was haunted with visions of KC's taut body, covered in spunk; the pink nipples he had loved from the first peek through her bikini. And he pictured Lise going down on the cum-frosted little box that had been 'his' for the last few years. Would he do it too? The comparison might be embarrassing. He remembered how she'd revealed to him, a while ago, that Lise lapped his spunk from her. She appreciated Lisa's 'worship' and yet not held his avoidance against him. She simply made sure he would learn. And the party at Lise's had bumped his comprehension up to a new level, and seemed to increase her appreciation of him, as a partner, and her sexual demands. They went to Lise's for the event. "I've tried for about fifteen, but we'll see. They may have suitable guests." "Suitable?" said Jason, "Like the rest, recent medical certificates, and abstinence." "You're joking." "No. A week is standard. To increase the amount of semen." Before they left, Jason kissed KC uncertainly. But the images were in his mind, blended with the images from the Bukkake movie. They entered, saw that Lise had placed a plastic sheet on the floor, and noticed some 'pillows' like one sees at swimming pools. They arranged them so that KC could partly recline. Lise and Jason undressed KC. Lise went for the nipples, as soon as they were exposed; Jason was stroking the insides of her thighs. She started to look faint, and lay down. Jason and Lise traded places; Jason kissed her mouth and Lise devoured her cunt. "This mustn't be done cold," said Lise. There was a knock and Lise let in the first group of 6-8 nervous looking frat boys. "Come join in. Please introduce yourselves to KC." KC didn't pay attention much to their names, but appreciated the gesture. Lise whispered to her, "Watch the demonstration of your power." "Guys prepare, off with the pants and underwear. KC, I want you to stroke yourself." The penises stood right up. "Gentlemen, look at that wet pussy. See how the fingers just slip in." Several hands started bobbing. She looked back at KC. The boys were clearly at KC's mercy. "First group, approach. You may come on her, anywhere but her face. If you need a hand, I'll help." Most of them didn't, and soon the first one had shot four strands across her breasts, which quickly brought the others to spurt onto various places below. One edgy looking fellow went limp, and looked toward Lise pitifully. She walked over and grasped his prick, "Joe, you're going to honor this lady. She's my friend. Isn't she sexy?" He started looking and his prick twitched in her hands. "Look at those tits. Would you like to lick them?" Scared, he tried to resist, but Lise seemed to know how to play him. "I bet you'd like to come all over that pussy. ...KC?" KC obligingly stroked herself; "Mmmm feels good. Can you smell that juice?" She smeared the semen around her cunt, and spread it open a bit. Joe's mouth had gone dry and he couldn't swallow. Lise masturbated him even faster. "KC, maybe he just needs to be asked. But he should be disciplined for making you wait." KC smiled knowingly at Lise. Creme de la Creme Ch. 02 Joe! Come lick off my tits, then you can come on my pussy." She spoke with more authority, starting to feel her power over the situation. She grasped the slippery firm globes and presented them. Lise released her grasp. He made a dive and licked up three of his 'brothers' spunk in no time. "Let me do the honors." Lise said. He knelt between KC's legs; Lise jerked him expertly and aimed directly at KC's cunt. In a minute, his hose was gushing; the whitish ropes draped in her pubic hair like garlands on a Christmas tree. "Next group." Said Lise. The other three or four had been hanging back, but unable to take their eyes off the scene. "You're a lucky guy, Joe," one said, as the young man got up from between KC's legs. They all had their dicks out and reacted to the cream covered pussy that KC moved invitingly. "Is the offer still open?" said one dark haired fellow. Lise looked at KC to make sure. "How about Tom, here?" "He wants to worship? Then he goes last," she said. "After my boobs are well covered." "You got it, man," said the Tom's friends. "If that's what turns you on." Lise did some directing, and they jerked themselves enthusiastically over KC's breasts, till the cascade of slime was unleashed. Jason couldn't help but react. The apartment reeked of semen. He was taken with the view of the white strands over her breasts, and the clear liquefied streams on her firm mound, below. Unzipping, he went over to KC, who took his prick into her mouth. He got his blow job as it was Tom's turn at last. "Clean her breasts, then I'll help you." Said Lise. KC had her fingers in his dark hair as he lapped up the goo enthusiastically; she liked the rasp of his tongue on her nipples. When he'd finished, Lise directed him to kneel, like the last lucky one, between KC's legs. "I'm going jerk you. I want you to shoot a half dozen pulses onto this cute pussy." Tom's eyes looked at the dripping cunt, then rolled back as his climax approached. Lise carefully aimed his dick at KC's crotch, and as the spurts came, made sure KC's pie was covered and her ass crack filled. The first group had departed. "How are you doing KC?" said Lise. "I'm OK, getting used to the goo. I see how the guys just melt like butter, for us. How do I look?" It was a sight Jason had never seen before, in real life. The love of his life had been half sprawled against the pillows, on a plastic sheet. Now she sat up and motioned for a towel. "Just your face, honey," said Lise. "I know." Cum had splashed over most of her body. From her upper chest it flowed onto her breasts, covering them freshly, despite the recent clean up. In places, the semen lay in sheets, like layers of frosting on an Italian wedding cake. She sat in a puddle and Jason could see the jism matted in her pubic hair. "Please stand," said Lise. Jason's breath still caught at her form; the tight butt and narrow waist; breasts with only the faintest signs of maturity that hardly needed a bra. And she held them, and herself, with more assurance than before, despite the stench of sex throughout the room. There was a kind of sheen over most of her body, since the semen was liquefying. Separate rivulets were trickling down her thighs. "Mmm, you're like a strawberry sundae," said Lise. KC smiled, for she had several new feelings, including a degree of satisfaction, as well as pleasure in herself at meeting the test. She had seen the demonstration of power, especially over the last guy. "She's irresistible, isn't she." "Yes," Jason answered, his mind trying to sort things out. He knew he was very stiff, and that he'd do whatever she wanted. Reflecting for a moment, he wasn't sure if she'd been defiled, but KC, though hesitant near the beginning, did not seem phased. "I just can't keep my hands off you," said Lise, kneeling, up close. She stroked her fingers over KC's wet thighs, lovingly nosed her thatch, ran her palms over her butt. "Jason," said KC; he wanted to be there too, and quickly moved over. He cupped her sticky breasts in his hands, and pinched at the slick nipples. Lise was working her slippery way toward KC's crotch. KC glowed in the adoration, and let their moving hands glaze her entire body. As the liquids started to dry, Lise got her plant spray water bottle, and pumped some mist over KC, as if she were a tropical plant. It kept her slick and wet. About a dozen more guys, entered. "I see some new faces. Introduce yourself and hand me your certificates. Three guests were welcomed, Lise being particularly impressed by one lanky fellow, who was a little embarrassed by his huge erection, and just said, "Jack, ma'am." And soon eight or nine of them had dappled her breasts and stomach. And exited. KC was bathed in the fluids. "My frosty baby," said Lise, but she was concerned. There were times when KC had seemed to space out. "Stay here with us, baby. You have the power." "Well I'm a little worn out. I need to use the bathroom. Starting to feel like a receptacle." "A holy chalice, KC, with the ultimate power. Want a demonstration?" Lise turned to the guys, "Guests. You, the last, get the best. Ever seen anything like this, Jake?" "No," said the lanky one; the others shook their heads. "Show me your dicks; I want to see her effect." The three obligingly dropped their pants, and sure enough every dick was pointed high, Jake's approaching waist level. "KC show them your cunt, talk to them." "Boys, get started." KC rubbed her sticky slot with one hand, "Here it is, boys." "That's it, keep it up. Look at that cum-covered pussy. Would you like to provide the final topping?" There was a chorus of 'yes.' "Let me show you how it works." Lise approached, knelt, and slipped two fingers into KC, whose eyes suddenly closed as she lay back. Lise worked them around, using her thumb on KC's clit, which made her moan and grind her hips against Lise's hand. Turning to the guys, she teased, "Are you sure this is what you want?" She removed her fingers, and in an exaggerated way, smelled them. "Mmm." They were stroking themselves hard. "Yes." A chorus. Lise went to kitchen and returned with a large crystal goblet, which she handed to KC. "Pee into this. Relieve yourself." The boys eyes bulged as she did. Lise took the goblet, offered it to them. "Boys, drink up, if you want to continue!" Their mouths dropped a foot. Lise set the goblet down and returned to fingering KC. The fellows didn't know what to do. "Hey, guys, you swallowed small frogs when you wanted into the fraternity, you're not going to wimp out now?" said Lise. They didn't move. Lise picked up the goblet and extended it to Jake. "Watch her fingers go in there, into that gooey hole." KC had continued where Lise left off, frigging herself. Jake watched as his friend seemed to pluck up his courage. The fellow took the goblet and downed a part of it, and passed it to Jake. Smelling it, Jake made a face and hesitated, too shy to say anything. Lise took his dick in hand, hefted his large testicles, and said "You've got a lot, here, honey." He downed his portion. The third drank the rest. KC was plainly impressed; Lise had been watching her during the demonstration. "That is your power, honey." She continued, "Good work guys. Proceed." They were ready to shoot, then the first showered her breasts. KC, who'd been admiring Jake, spread her legs a bit so that he and the last one would have a direct shot. Wads jetted over her cunt and immediately became white streamers, down her legs. "Thanks," two of boys said. "Thank you ma'am," said Jake. Then they dressed and left. Jason surveyed the scene. KC was soaked; reclining in puddles of various white shades of fluid. Gobs were mixed into her pubic hair and rivers ran down her thighs. There were even some little globs on the tops of her feet. He smelled the dank odors, and resumed masturbating himself. "She's ready for you," said Lise. KC closed her eyes and offered her face, mouth open. Jason blew about ten shots across her forehead, her closed eyes, and cheeks. One or two had gone into mouth, which she presented, dripping. Her eyes showed the love that engulfed her. Carefully, she spit the goo into her hand, mushed it into her slit, and stirred it inside with her fingers. "Have you got your personal assistant, handy?" she said to Lise. Lise went and fetched it: A huge black dildo about two inches in diameter. Kelly took it, and smeared some of the cum from her crotch onto it. "Honey," she said to Jason, "Slip it into me, work it around." He found it slid in, easily, taking the cum to her innermost places. Lise watched him for a couple minutes, then said, "Shall we share, Jason? You take the top, if you like. I want the bottom." Jason hesitated despite his re-arousal. "Don't feel pressed it's no obligation. ...KC, you OK?" "Take me Lise." "Yes. ... Jason, I'm going to start the cleanup, below her waist. Perhaps as you watch, you'll feel like joining in." Lise dropped her face to KC's abdomen and began lapping the spunk. He thought she might spit it out, but she didn't. Seeing her gulp, he suddenly became queasy, and averted his head. Lise noticed, but seemingly ignored him. She saw the questions on KC's face, but proceeded lapping. Knowing the present dangers, Lise realized there was one best chance. Tipping her head so she could gaze at Jason, she lowered her mouth in the drenched mess of pubic hair. Jason watched her lapping and swallowing. Eyes shut, she inhaled fully, savoring the sweet stench. Sure enough, she got more excited as she approached KC's reeking cunt, and her ardor sparked Jason. Seeing the evidence of KC's arousal, he lost awareness of his stomach and just watched her grinding hips. "Suck from me. Fuck me with your tongue, Lise. I've got to come now." Lise looked at Jason. He knew this was the moment. He could not miss this climax after two hours of proceedings. "KC," he said, and started kissing her. KC had the presence of mind to keep presenting her face for cleaning, in between kisses, and her groans became very loud. Lise's tongue was darting inside; Jason could see her face all slick with spunk, but with a most intense look, and she sucked down the cum that leaked, then gushed, as KC came. The three of them moved from the sheet and collapsed into a heap on the sofa. KC kissed Jason, shoving a gooey tongue down his throat as his reward. She was relieved he'd caught fire. Tasting her, Jason didn't have much left in his mind, but felt that somehow things had changed. The two women pressed against him had power. Snuggling in, he felt glad that one of them loved him. [END] Please vote. Comments by email are welcome, especially if the story reached you.