Hot Tub Ch. 02: Whipped Cream

When it was my turn, I squirted the whipped cream in a line starting from my left knee, going up my inner thigh, then around my mons, and then back down my right thigh. Then I smiled at him. He smiled back, and started licking as I squeezed my tits and gave way to the pleasure. He knew how to tease, all right. He went from my left knee a little up my leg, then my right knee. As he moved up my thigh, he switched back and forth, flicking his tongue as he went. Oh, God, I thought. He's good. I'm getting close. I wanted him to speed up, but he was too smart for that.

At that point, his cock was leaking pre-cum all over the place. When he got his hands on the can again, he looked at me longingly, and then just covered his cock with the cream. I got the message: he was reaching the limits of his control, and he was going to pop any second. He wanted me to finish him off.

And that's what I did. I started at the base, licking it off as my tongue stroked him from base to tip, going around and around. He was moaning, and his nut-sack was shrinking into his body. He won't last long, I thought. So I just started mouth-fucking him, taking him entirely inside my mouth and sucking hard. He gasped, and then he jerked, and then he dumped a load of jism into my mouth.

I didn't swallow it. Instead, I rolled a little of it around my mouth to mix it with my saliva, and then I moved up his body and locked my mouth onto his, spitting his cum right into his mouth. He jumped in surprise, and then thrust his tongue inside my mouth, as if to savor his cum.

When we broke off our kiss, he said, "So that's my cum I just tasted?"

"Yes, sir. How did you like it?"

"I don't know. I've never tasted anything like it before. Uh, how did you like it?"

"It's pretty good. Better than your Dad's, I think."

"You've had my Dad's cum? From his cock?"

"You bet. Not only from there, but from your mom's mouth, after he came in there. What do you think of that?"

"Emily, I think I'm falling in love with you. Or at least seriously in lust with you."

"Then show it. It's my turn with the whipped cream." I spread my pussy lips. "Fill me up," I said. "Cover everything."

And he did, every inch of my vulva, from vagina to clit. And then he licked it off. Oh, God. He sucked on my labia, he played with my clit, he thrust his tongue into my cunt as far as it would go.

"Put a finger in there," I gasped. "Finger-fuck me."

He put his index finger in.

"No. Wrong way. Palm up."

He rotated his finger.

"Now hit my G-spot. Hit it. Hit it!"

He stopped. "I don't know how to do that."

"Didn't your girlfriend show you how?"

"No. She never wanted any fingers in there. She didn't even want to be licked there."

Damn. Here I was, all hot and bothered, and I needed to teach Sex 101. Well, maybe he's educable.

"Just feel up in there. Bend your finger like you're waving 'come on.' Good. That's it. Now feel for a little rough spot. Up more. Up more. That's it! Do you feel it?"

"Yeah."

"Now stroke it. Yeah. Like that. Yeah!" While he got used to the feel of my G-spot, I pinched the top of my slot, squeezing my clit. God, it was getting big. I squeezed harder. "Faster now. Harder. Ooh yeah. Ooh yeah. Ooh yeah!" Then I felt his tongue on my pee hole. That sent me over the edge. I felt a surge of electricity streaming from my clit to my G-spot, from my nipples to my cunt, and then outward from there to every nerve in my body. The intensity made me buck so hard that Jeff's finger slipped out of my hole. "Put it back in!" I cried. "Two of them! Three of them! Push! Push!" I felt his fingers plunge in, fucking me hard. That's when I felt his tongue pushing down on my clit. Jackpot! I shrieked like I'd been stabbed. His hand stopped fucking me.

"Are you OK, Emily?" I heard him say. All I could do was smile and laugh and cry and smile and laugh and cry. I finally caught my breath, and said. "Yeah. I'm OK. Really OK! Are you sure that was your first time doing that?"

"Well, only the G-spot thing was new. As for the rest, I'd done it before with different girls. But I never got that much response from them. I guess I finally did it right."

"You did just fine. Damn!" I held out my arms, and he moved up to my face and let me hug him and lick my cum off his mouth.

"Well, I just followed your lead. You know, you're the first girl who actually told me what you wanted, and when you wanted it. All the others just sort of expected that I knew what to do."

"How can a girl get oral and not tell you what she wants?"

"I don't know. They just don't, that's all. Thank you so much for that."

"Oh, Jeff. You deserve it."

"No, Emily. You deserve it."

"You know, I didn't know if we were going to hit it off. I'm not exactly a sex queen, you know."

"Emily, you are by far the sexiest woman I've ever met. I am not bullshitting you. Why on earth do you think you're not sexy?"

"I don't know. I don't have any boobs, really. I have a big nose. My ears stick out."

"I wouldn't want you looking any other way than you do. Nose, boobs, ears, anything. And I'll tell you something else. When I saw your chest for the first time, I'll admit I thought 'Crikey. This girl has no titties!' But the next thing I thought was 'Damn! I never thought small tits could be so sexy!' The more I looked at them, the more I thought that they were the perfect size for tits to be. Now I'm sold on small-breasted women forever."

"Do you mean that? I mean, men like to be tit-fucked, or so I'm told."

"Silly girl. There are much better girlie-parts for fucking than tits, you know."

"Really?" I said coyly. "Whatever can those be?"

"Let me show you," he answered. And I felt his hand on my vulva, his fingers gently nudging my cunt lips apart. My own hand sought out his cock, and found it hardening again. He rolled over on top of me and started kissing my neck. Rubbing his cheek against mine, I spread my legs and guided him into me. I love the sensation of a half-hard cock ripening to fullness inside of me. It's such a rush to know that I have this power over men.

"How do you want this?" I heard him whisper. "Fast or slow?"

"However you want it, dear. Just fuck me. I'll let you know."

And we fucked. Slowly, at first. His cock, so much like his father's in size and shape, slipped in and out of me. He started out a little rough, but all it took was a whisper in his ear to guide him to the right tempo. As he fucked me, I ground my nipples into his chest hair. I felt my orgasm coming, but held it off. I wanted to climax with him, or at least a little closer to his. I clenched and unclenched my cunt muscles as he went in and out of me, and he gradually realized that I was signaling the tempo I wanted. Good boy! Fast learner! I picked up the pace, and he responded. Harder and harder he thrusted. I wanted that moment to last forever, but my own lust was peaking, and my body started to scream "Orgasm now! Orgasm now!" We were both sweating hard, and our bellies slipped against each other. We were breathing hard, too, with deep gasps. At last, I needed to finish it. I lifted my ass clean off the bed to drive him into me as hard as it would go. It seemed my knees were almost touching my shoulders. "Jeff, Jeff..." I panted. And then I groaned. And he groaned, too, and I felt his cock squirting in me, pulse after pulse, and I echoed those pulses with my cunt muscles. My arms slid off his back and I grabbed my ankles, my fingernails digging deep into the skin without feeling the slightest pain. My own climax overwhelmed me, and it was a few seconds before my senses returned ... that glorious sensation of a man's weight on me. I hugged him hard, but he didn't hug back.

"Jeff, are you all right?"

"Mmmm," he groaned. "I'm OK. That last orgasm just knocked me on my ass, that's all. I think I just wanted to pass out."

"Don't all men feel that way after they cum?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess so. But this was worse than usual. I just realized that I haven't really had any sleep in the last two days. I just ran out of gas, that's all."

"Oh, my God, I'd forgotten! I didn't mean to keep you up so late."

"Are you kidding? It was worth it! To fuck a goddess like you, I'd go sleepless for a week!"

"Well, go to sleep, my dearest one. I'm thirsty, so I'm going into the kitchen for a drink. I'll be right back."

I slipped out of bed and got a carton of juice out of the refrigerator. Sipping it, I returned to the bedroom. Jeff was sound asleep. He looked like the little boy in the pictures again, so young and innocent. I kissed him, but he didn't stir. I was about to slip back in bed with him when I heard some laughter down the hall, in the tub room. So I investigated.

Paul and Sara were just slipping into the tub. I suddenly became aware of all the muscles I'd been exercising, and how the hot tub was just the thing to soothe them. So I knocked on the doorjamb. "May I join you, or do you still want some privacy?"

"Come on in," said Paul. He'd lit another joint and taken a hit, and passed it to Sara. She took a puff and handed it to me, saying, "I see you and Jeff had a good time!"

"What do you mean?" I asked as I took a toke. Sara just smiled and pointed to my leg, where some of her son's semen was trickling down from my cunt.

"Oh, God. Should I clean up first?"

"Don't bother, dear. We're pretty sweaty ourselves, and my twat's leaking the same way. Just come in."

I got into the tub, and passed the doobie back to Paul. "Where's Jeff now?" he asked as he took another hit.

"Sound asleep. I really pooped him out. He didn't get much sleep last night, you know."

"No, I didn't know. Let him sleep, then. God, Emily, you look beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen you so ... glowing. That's the word."

"Your son's a good lover. And a real gentleman. You raised him right. You are wonderful people. I love you all, all three of you."

Sara hugged me. "And we love you, too, Emily. If you want to keep screwing Jeff, you have our blessing, but we want you in our bed, too."

"Gee, Sara!" I protested. "Please don't make me choose!" And we all laughed and sank back into the tub, letting the swirling water wash away our sweat and cum and tension.

After a while, Sara said, "You know, I could have sworn we had at least a half a can of whipped cream left, and I couldn't find it when I looked just now."

I just smiled.