Within moments, we were both naked, standing there in my kitchen facing one another. I saw how aroused she’d become by the way she stood there just shaking as she reached out, her hand grasping my hard stiff cock. Similarly, I reached down, my own hand cupping her mound, my finger toying with her slit. She was soaked, more so than she’d been with me there in the rain. She was literally dripping wet, almost as though she had already climaxed, and I wondered for a moment, if she hadn’t.
“It won’t take long…not this time.”
“Good. I don’t want long…this time,” she told me, though there was hope in her eyes that it wouldn’t be the last time either.
That I couldn’t give her yet. But I could give her now, and did.
“I’m going to cum,” I announced almost as quickly, already the surge of my unexpected, unanticipated release was beginning to work its way up my shaft. June knelt down before me, holding my cock against the side of her face. I spurted. I watched the first streamer of my spunk land against her cheek and then tangle in her hair. She switched sides at once, resting my prick against her other cheek as I spurted again,
mimicking almost identically to that side of her face what I’d done to the first. She then pulled my prick down to her neck, squirting her there, to her breasts, each one taking the next liberal dose of my cream as she continued to pump it out of my prick, laughing deliriously now as I did so.
Finally, I pulled her back up to me, kissing her. Our tongues fought wildly for a moment. And then she placed her hand on my somewhat flaccid prick again.
“How long?” She asked.
“Long enough to finger you, so I can watch you cum,” I told her. “And then you can do it again, wherever, and however you’d like.”
“Where’s your bedroom?” She asked. “I’ve never been in it you know…”
“I know,” I told her. And then I took her there.
**
Unlike the day, and night before, we spent the entire rest of the day and that evening together. She was almost insatiable, which perhaps should have been another reminder to me, she was untamable as well, had that been my intent. I was amazed at her voracity to make me cum, as often as she could. She purely and simply enjoyed watching it, watching me spurt, until I had nothing left to give her.
By the time we were finished, she was covered in spunk, literally from head to toe. The last had been no more than a few squeezed out droplets. But even this, she’d insisted on rubbing them between her toes as I came.
Milking out the last of what remained, which wasn’t much, though we had by now each of us lost track of the number of orgasms we had given one another. I had made her cum twice just from eating her, and then just before pulling out to have her milk me against her toes, from fucking her. Only the second time now that we had.
I was drained, exhausted, and now of a more reasonable mind. As though sensing this, sensing that even if this had been our one and only time together, it had all been worth it. Even if after this we never came together again.
She didn’t even bother dressing. Just slipping out the back door, crossing the yard naked towards her own. My cream ran off her in little rivulets as she did so.
It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen as she disappeared back inside her house.
**
I slept soundly until early the next morning, waking still undecided about it all. Yet aroused once again. My cock hard, stiff and straight even before I could remove the sleep from my eyes as I opened them, my hand already grasping my prick in remembrance of the day before. I rolled over looking at the clock, it was a quarter to eight. Even before I climbed out of bed so I could try and pee, I picked up the phone dialing her number. She answered without saying hello.
“You’re up?” She asked
“You might say that,” I chuckled. “In a moment, I’m going to go into the bathroom and try to pee. After that, I’m going to start Olivering myself off.”
All I heard was the dial tone as I made my way into the bathroom. Peeing would have to wait.
**
I was actually standing there looking down into the water, masturbating myself when she came up from behind me, again naked.
“Here, let me do that.”
I closed my eyes groaning at the sudden pleasurable touch of her hand on my cock. “You want to go back to the bedroom?”
“No. I want to watch you spurt into the water. I want to see how much cum you produce first thing in the morning, especially after yesterday. I want to see it float on the surface, and then watch it spiral down after we flush it away,” she said lustfully.
Admittedly, that was a bit kinky, but it had likewise aroused me, weirdly so perhaps. But I stood there, now staring down at the water, watching her hand as she stood behind me, slowly working, pumping my prick expectantly.
“Always tell me,” she then said. “Even when I know you are…tell me anyway, I like hearing it.”
It didn’t take very long after that. It felt too fucking good.