BATHED IN GOLD

Travis has always been sexually adventurous, so it didn't come as a surprise

when, last night, he suggested we try something new.

He led me into the bathroom. We have a big garden tub. He filled it with an

inch of hot water and told me to get in and lie down.

"On your back," he said. "Now, spread your legs."

He crawled between my raised legs and began to lick my pussy. I spread my

lips. His tongue swirled around my clit, then darted briefly into my cunt.

He licked me up and down, from my clit to my bung hole. When I started to

squirm, he stopped. I was on the brink of orgasm.

"What'd you stop for?"

"Roll over," he ordered. "On your knees."

I thought he wanted to fuck me from behind, but he had something else in

mind.

"If you want to cum, you'll have to do it yourself."

My fingers took over the job his mouth had started. I rubbed my clit,

slipping a finger in now and then to heighten the pleasure.

Travis stood behind me, straddling my ass. He spread my cheeks apart and

lowered himself over me until the head of his limp cock touched my puckered

sphincter. My ass rose rhythmically against him, inviting him to enter, a

treat he usually can't resist

"Baby, I'm ready. Give it to me," I begged.

But he didn't. Instead, he waited till I was on the verge of coming, then

let loose a golden stream of liquid heat. It splattered on my ass and ran

down my crack and over my already wet fingers. The sensation was incredible.

I came wildly, bucking against him.

"Did you like that?" he asked, a wicked smirk crossing his face as he shook

the last droplets of warm fluid from his dick.

I looked up and smiled devilishly. "Now, it's my turn."

Kneeling in front of him, I took his meaty member in my mouth and sucked him

dry. His cock quickly swelled to a thick timber. He moaned and began to

thrust, pushing his hardness deep down my throat.

Then I did what he did to me. I stopped.

I ordered him to sit down in the amber bath water. His cock stood rigid

against his hairy belly. I handed him a bar of soap. "Do yourself."

He obediently lathered his erection and began stroking it, slowly at first,

then faster. He fingered his balls with one hand and pumped his slippery

shaft with the other.

I stood over him, my trim blond bush inches from his face. I spread my lips

apart so he could see my gaping pick cunt hole. I rubbed a finger up and down

my wet slit, then slid it deep inside, soaking it with pussy juice. "Ummmm.

That feels almost as good as a cock."

His soapy fist pumped the bulbous pole. ‘Mmmmm."

I withdrew my finger. It glistened with cunt cum. I teased him with it,

wafting my scent under his nose. He tried to lick it. I pulled my hand back

and rubbed up and down my crack until my finger dripped with pussy and urine.

I drew a line under his nose and then smeared the sticky perfume around his

face.

"You like that?" I cooed.

He moaned. His cock head swelled.

I played with my clit, rubbing it between my fingers, teasing him.

He squeezed the base of his cock. "I’m gonna cum."

His whole body tensed. I squatted over his engorged cock. "Will this help?"

I said, and emptied my bladder.

The powerful stream, a ferocious yellow torrent, soaked his soapy hand and

cock. The wet warmth splashed the insides of my thighs.

He came, aiming his cock head straight at the source of his drenching. Hot

cum spewed from his tiny hole. Spurts of white cream gobbed in my bush.

When the last bit of his milk drizzled out and trickled down the underside of

his pink shaft, I rose to my feet. Straddling his face, I lowered my dirty,

cum caked cunt to his mouth. "Now, lick me clean."