She forced her lips down the shaft as far as she could, then seemingly growled in frustration as she tried to get more of his cock inside. Rivulets of saliva began to slide out of her mouth and down the shaft as she wriggled her face back and forth. Still she stayed down, not having taken a breath since she’d first taken his cock in her mouth. Eventually her need to breathe won out though, and she gasped loudly as she came up and off.
Her hand immediately took the place of her mouth though, wet squelching noises accompanying the hurried stroking she began.
“Do you like the way I look with your big cock in my mouth?” she asked. “Do I look sexy?”
“Hell yes,” he said, relaxing back into the couch.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, and quickly took his cock back into her mouth.
Her blonde hair bobbed around her face, blocking his view for a moment before she tossed it over her shoulder. Her lips slid down his shaft about halfway before she had to stop, but again she seemed to refuse to give in. Wriggling back and forth for several seconds, she finally managed to push his crown into her throat and moaned for a brief moment before it was buried completely inside.
“Fucking… Christ…” he stammered, automatically pushing against her lips.
Slobber coated his cock as she came back up a few seconds later, a great breath of air filling her lungs as she resumed stroking.
“God I love your fucking cock,” she cried, and lowered her face back down.
This time she stroked in time with her plunges, her lips sliding halfway down and then back up while her fist squeezed and stroked against her mouth. Wet squelching filled the room as she whimpered and moaned in time with the strange chorus.
The short strokes were followed by another forced deepthroat, though this one seemed to come easier for her. She stayed down longer as well, wriggling her lips back and forth across the base before ripping his cock from her throat and gasping for air. Long rivulets of saliva hung from her mouth and down the front of her now filthy shirt, her cleavage glistening from the coating of liquid.
Her need to breathe quelled once more, she cried out again and descended down his shaft. Her third attempt to deepthroat was immediately successful, and she looked up at him with a clear expression of pride as she brought her lips almost effortlessly to the base of his cock. She didn’t stay there, though, ripping her lips upward and pausing at the lip of his crown, then descending back down the entire length. On the third dive, she hovered for several seconds at the bottom, even beyond a cough and several hard gags.
He was groaning in pleasure, his hands slapping the couch on either side as she inflicted this incredible blowjob on him.
She brought him out of her throat again with a cry of exultation, her shiny, saliva-soaked chest heaving for breath. Her hand was stroking fiercely up and down as he gasped again and again at the incredible sensation.
“Are you gonna give me that cum?” she asked. “Please baby?”
“Fuck,” he grunted, half-heartedly nodding.
“Want me to beg for it like a bad-girl?” she asked.
“Fuck… yes,” he groaned.
She’d already slithered her lips back down his shaft when he barked the words out, though, driving all the way down and back up again, then repeating it several times. Then once more, she slid him free and resumed furiously stroking.
“Please baby, please give me your cum,” she said. “I’m begging you to cum on me.”
He groaned, never having felt anything like was Candy was doing to him in that moment.
“Jerk off on my face,” she said, the incredible feeling of her hand disappearing.
He slapped his own immediately down in its place and looked back down at her. She was covered in saliva, the glistening goo covering her mouth and chin, coating her neck and draped across her cleavage and breasts. She had her face turned upward, her mascara running in black streaks down her face and making her look like she’d been crying.
“Please cum on me,” she said, repeating the plea again and again.
“Jesus,” he grunted, stroking faster and faster to give her what she wanted.
He noticed movement in her lap and saw her hand inside her unbuttoned pants, furiously moving around. He realized that she was fingering herself and was again struck by the idea that she was really enjoying this.
He felt his orgasm hovering at the precipice and continued to stroke, but then stepped forward on impulsively and slid the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips still moving as she continued to beg him to cum on her.
“Fuck,” she gasped, sliding her lips down the length of his cock again as he slid his hand up and out of the way, then gently back down again on the back of her head.
She ripped him free once more a few seconds later, his hand resuming its job of stroking his length as the orgasm hit.
“God… fucking God… dammit,” she was crying. Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as he began to erupt, a large gout of cum bursting out and laying across her face, followed by another, and then another.
“Guhh!” he gasped, stroking hard and driving his pleasure higher. More alabaster ropes burst free from his engorged crown, splaying out across her face as she moaned and gyrated on the floor in front of him.
Finally, he gasped one last time before he staggered back, collapsing down into the couch and fighting to catch his breath. On the ground in front of him, Candy slowly stopped gyrating in place and slid her hand free from her pants. Her chest heaved, saliva and cum covering her cleavage and shirt. Her face was flushed beneath the cum-painting she’d received, her mascara mixing with it in places.
She smiled at him after a few seconds as he looked down, a look of amusement coming to his face. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself up and tucked his cock back into his pants. That done, he walked over and offered a hand to Candy, then helped her to her feet.
“Can I offer you my shower?” he asked.
“That would be great,” she said, streamers of cum making her wide smile look hot and ridiculous all at once.
He smiled, and clasped her hand, leading her upstairs to his room. He pulled her into the bathroom and turned on the water, then moved toward the door to let her disrobe in peace.
“Oh no you don’t,” she said, pulling at his back pocket and forcing him to step back over to her.
He chuckled and turned, smiling down at her, then leaning down to kiss one of the few clean spots on her forehead. She giggled playfully, then stepped back and watched him intently as she began to slide her still-unbuttoned jeans down her ample hips.
Sexy, lacy red panties appeared, and he grinned, then looked back up at her and raised one eyebrow.
“I still planned for sex even though we said we weren’t going to,” she told him. “You’re hard to resist.” As she finished, she stripped her filthy shirt off and set it in the sink, the missing garment revealing a lacy red top that matched her sexy panties.
“And you… are poetry,” he said, sighing as he drank in her incredible, voluptuous, womanly body.
She sighed as well, a smile finding her lips and making a home there.
“I don’t see you getting undressed mister,” she said, scowling at him.
“I didn’t know I was invited to this shower,” he shot back.
He wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity, though, and quickly began stripping down.
“Not worried that we’re going to be tempted once we get all wet and handsy in there?” he asked.
“One month, you heathen,” she said.
She’d slipped her panties and bra off by that point and stood still watching him finish removing his own clothes. He was staring at her as well, though, and had stopped mid-point of removing his shirt.
She giggled and snapped her fingers, cum sliding down her face and dripping onto one of her exposed breasts.
A few seconds later, she led him into his shower and immediately ducked under the warm stream as he moved back around behind her. Giving her some space to wash herself clean, he watched her incredible body as she moved around in front of him.
“God you’re gorgeous,” he muttered, not thinking that she’d hear him.
“Flatterer,” she said. “I seldom feel gorgeous.”
“That’s just criminally wrong,” he said. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone as flat-out beautiful as you, Candy.”
She turned, her face mostly clean save for some stubborn streaks of mascara and smiled widely at him. She slid in next to him, staring up at him and studying him quietly.
“You really mean that, don’t you,” she said.
“Of course,” he told her. “Why would I lie?”
She giggled and stepped back a step, looking down between them. Her hand dropped down and playfully tapped the head of his cock as it bounced happily back and forth. She giggled, thwapping it back and forth a few times before looking up at him again.
“I think he’s got some ideas for us,” she said.
“He doesn’t get a vote,” Don chuckled.
She snickered and pulled him closer, the delightful feeling of his cock sliding between her legs and across her pussy lips sending a shiver through him.
“Now who’s breaking rules?” he asked.
“This isn’t sex,” she said, smiling innocently.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. Their bodies melded together again, the warmth of the water encasing them as it cascaded down around them.
“Thank you,” he said, breaking the kiss and looking down at her again.
“No… thank you,” she said. “We’re going to work on making you get rougher with me and taking what you want, but it was a very good first time.”
He chuckled, kissing her on the forehead.
***
After they showered, Don and Candy got out and took their time drying each other off. He pulled on a clean pair of underwear while she got dressed in most of her own clothes. Her shirt was a total loss though, and after they found her a replacement out of his closet, they went downstairs where she tossed it into the washer and started it.
“This is a very comfy shirt,” she said, sliding down onto the couch next to him and rubbing the fabric between her fingers.
He looked down at her suspiciously, wondering if he should have chosen a shirt that wasn’t one of his favorites.
“I’ve never heard of the Northstars,” she said. “What sport is this jersey?”
“Hockey,” he said. “My sister gave it to me when we were younger. Minnesota used to have a hockey team called the Minnesota Northstars. They were my favorite team before they moved.”
She smiled, watching him intently and seeming to hang on each word.
“I’m uh… I’m not gonna get that back, am I?” he asked, smiling at her.
“Nope,” she confirmed. “Totally mine now.”
He sighed animatedly, then chuckled as he turned and lifted her chin up with his thumb to plant a sweet little peck on her lips.
“Out of the question,” he said, eliciting a cackle of surprise from her.
The rest of the evening the two spent wrapped up in each other and totally ignoring the old movie they found. Eventually, Candy announced that she had to get going and went to retrieve her, by then, mostly dry shirt.
He met her at the front door where she turned and leaned back against it, smiling up at him seductively.
“You know, rationally I know that we need to keep taking this slow and pace ourselves,” he said. “I just… can’t help myself, though. Everything in me is screaming at me to see you as soon as possible.”
She blushed at his words, surprising him, then said, “Me too,” and pulled him down for a kiss.
As they broke apart a minute later, he unlocked the door and walked her to her car.
“See you tomorrow?” she asked, looking up at him with a clear look of hope.
“Definitely,” he said, kissing her a final time.