“Love those tits. Pinch your nipples. Can you lick them? I am loving this. So hot. So sexy. Mmmmm……..”
I lifted my left boob and found that I really could reach the nipple with my mouth. What a feeling! Why had I never done this before? So good. Switching from one to the other, both boobs got wet and sloppy and my nips had never been harder. I heard the camera clicking away and made eye contact multiple times. Pretending Viggo Mortensen was watching, I lifted up my boobs by pinching the nipples. Then I moved each in circles. Pushing together then spreading them apart. It was almost painful; it was delightful. Then I reached under them and presented them to Viggo, er, the camera.
I was on fire. Slowly I moved my hands across my belly and sides, working my way to my crotch. When I reached my pussy, I discovered that I was so, so wet. I could feel the juices running down to my rosebud. Once again, I was wetter than ever. Burt was clicking away. But this time, I wasn’t shy. I looked at him with a lustful grin and opened my lips. Fingers from both hands worked their juicy way to my clit. An index finger on both sides rubbed it gently. The effect was almost instant. It started at my toes and worked its way up to my which vagina gushed as I screamed out in ecstasy. Wave after wave washed over me. I nearly blacked out. Slowly the feeling ebbed and I relaxed. As I came back to awareness I realized that I was lying there with my legs spread and my fingers still spreading my labia.
There was Burt, still snapping pictures. Slowly I released my pussy and ran my sticky hands up my belly.
“Wow, I’ve never seen that before.”
“What?”
“I’ve never seen your clit sticking out from your lips. It’s usually hidden inside.”
I looked down, my clit was nearly double its normal size and poking out from my engorged lips.
“Huh,” I replied.
“I’ve also never seen you so aroused or animated and you just oozed sexy. I nearly came by just watching you.”
I sat up and reached for his stiffy. “Come here big boy.”
He stepped forward and I latched my lips onto the helmet of his cock. I looked up at him as I moved up and down his hard on. Without warning he came. I tried to pull back, but still got two shots in the mouth and a shot of come just below my left eye. I had NEVER let him come in my mouth.
“Sorry! It was so fast that I couldn’t warn you. I’ll go get a towel.”
I had no choice but to wait for him to return. Lying there, with come still in my mouth and on my face and my juices all over my legs and on the couch, I realized just what I had done. I wanted to laugh and gasp the same time. Since I wasn’t gagging from the taste, I went ahead and swallowed. It went down easily. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
“Here’s a towel, so sorry, it happened so fast.”
“Thanks. It wasn’t awful.”
I started with my face, then my crotch and legs. The couch had a HUGE wet spot on it.
“What are we going to do about that?” asked Burt.
“I’ll do my best to clean it up. After my shower.”
I stood up shakily.
Click. Burt had taken another photo.
“Really? Haven’t you taken enough already?”
“This one will show the aftermath. You look exhausted and satisfied at the same time.”
“That was the last one!”
“Okay.”
I took a long shower. Trying to process what had just happened. My breasts were hypersensitive when I soaped them up. My crotch was a sticky mess. My clit was still distended, like it wanted more. I rubbed soap on it gently. The feeling was wonderful. I circled it for a few moments, then stopped. Enough already, I thought to myself. You are acting like a randy teenager.
After drying off – carefully around my nipples and pussy – I looked into the mirror. Hard nipples, peeking clit, long legs. I sucked in my belly which presented a clearer view of my pussy. As I reached down to touch my clit, Burt walked in. Busted.
Without a word, he dropped to his knees and gently licked my clit. Lightning jolted through my body as I jumped back.
“Enough!”
Burt looked thoroughly chastised.
“Sorry, it looked like your clit was asking for a lick… or two.”
“No, I’m sorry I overreacted. It felt too good, and it startled me.”
“Too good? Is that possible?”
“I just mean that I’ve had enough wanton sex for tonight.”
“Wanton?”
“Yes. I lost control and got carried away.”
“Well, I for one, have NO problem with that.”
“Spoken like a typical male.”
“Guilty.”
I stepped past him and hurried to get dressed. Not without noticing the tent in his shorts.
“Let’s save the photos for tomorrow, is that okay with you?” I asked.
“Okay. I’m really, really looking forward to it.”
Stay tuned for part 2…