Chapter 28: February 29 - March 1

February 29

After my trip with Mom over Presidents’ Day weekend, I thought back to something Becky said a couple of months ago, that if we were lovers who were experienced with each other and had been apart a while it would be quite appropriate to fuck like an animals. That’s how I started today. Instead of starting out by trading oral sex with Becky like we usually do, I treated her to a ‘sweaty caveman fuck’ first thing after arriving. She was primed for it, herself and fucked back at me equally as hard as I was giving it to her. I came pretty quickly, way too soon to have gotten her off. Becky seemed a little disappointed by that, but I just grinned at her and pulled out of her pussy.

I thought to myself that it was now or never, so despite any misgivings, I slid down her body and started lapping up the goo I’d left in her as it oozed from her vagina. I’d actually practiced for it during the past week. I jacked off a few nights, caught my cum as it flowed out and then eaten it. The difficult part was that I’d lose my desire to keep going after I’d shot off. I did some reading about it and discovered the ‘let down’ after climax was normal. A guy can be excited to do something like eat his own cum out of his lover but, once he puts it there, he might lose all desired to do it. I made it work for me by continuing to tug on my dick with one hand while I fed myself my jism with the other, all while thinking about licking it out of my girlfriend or her mother. Even that didn’t prepare me for the reality. I was hooked the moment my tongue swiped through her messy pussy. As I got more into it, I greedily drank down every drop I could reach.

Becky was shocked at first, but the kinkiness of the situation and the stimulation of my tongue soon overcame her reluctance and she quickly started building toward a climax. I helped that along by working a couple of fingers into her soggy pussy and probing at her G-spot. In no time, she flooded my face with her juices, plus what was left of mine, and collapsed back on the bed, shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.

Once she was spent, I crawled up next to her and gave her a kiss. She accepted eagerly even though my face was flooded with our combined juices.

“Where on earth did you get the idea for that?” she asked, incredulously.

“I, uh, saw it in a porn video,” I lied. “It looked hot.” Yes, that was a lie, but I wasn’t about to tell her it was an idea my mother planted in my head.

“You did a good job cleaning me up,” she panted. “Should I clean you up, too?”

Woah! I hadn’t expected that! I just nodded and watched in awe as Becky bent down and took my sticky cock in her mouth, sucking me clean of our combined juices. She licked the length of my shaft all around, sucked a few pearls of goo out of my pubes and even licked the cream off my balls. By then I was ready to go again, so she mounted me and rode me.

Since we’d both already cum once, Becky didn’t ride too hard and the sex between us was loving and sweet.

“I have no idea where you found porn like that,” Becky sighed, “but that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Most guys are terrified of tasting their own cum.”

“I thought about it,” I told her, “and I realized that you and Katie will kiss me after I’ve eaten you. I also started to wonder if it bothered you that you would swallow my cum but I acted like it was toxic waste.” Yes, I was paraphrasing my Mom’s argument, but she really did make me think about how selfish it could appear to dodge tasting my own cum like that.

“You’re not afraid it will make you gay?” she grinned.

“You ask that while you’re fucking me?” I laughed. “Let me turn the question around. Are you afraid of becoming a lesbian because you’ve tasted your pussy juices?”

“Nope,” she chuckled. “Lucky for you I’m a hundred percent straight.”

“I am a very lucky young man,” I nodded.

“Yes, you are,” Becky giggled, “which makes Katie and me very lucky women.”

After that, we were lost in the sensations of making love to each other and didn’t talk much except to tell each other how good things felt. They did feel good. Becky and I have been together a half dozen times or so since she and I first had sex. It’s been great every time. Sex with Katie has always been fantastic, too, and even more special because she’s my girlfriend and I was her first. They’re different lovers, despite how similar their bodies are. Becky’s maturity is a counterpoint to Katie’s youth and enthusiasm. I like both. Becky is right. I am a lucky young man.

Becky’s riding and grinding finally pushed me over the edge and I filled her pussy again. When my cock stopped throbbing inside her, she looked down at me and asked if we should clean each other up. I honestly could have passed this time. The letdown was prominent after coming a second time. I thought it was more important not to disappoint Becky just when she’d been introduced to this new kink, so I nodded and she spun around and planted her pussy on my face in a sixty-nine position. We cleaned each other up again.

“That was so wild!” Becky panted as she crawled off me and moved around to lie beside me for some juicy-faced kisses. “The student has become the teacher.”

“Do you think Katie will like it?” I asked.

“You never know,” Becky shrugged, “but the girl tells me she loves the taste of your cum, so she might like cleaning up your cum-covered dick even if half the juices are her own.”

Becky and I cuddled under the blankets for a while, sharing kisses and caresses until she mentioned it was nearly lunchtime and we should probably think about getting something to eat. My stomach seconded the motion with an audible growl, causing both of us to laugh.

“Do you want a shower first?” I asked. “We have us all over us and it’s a bit sticky.”

She thought that was a great idea. We got up and walked into Becky’s bathroom and she started the shower. We took turns with the toilet while we waited for the water to warm.

“Katie told me you two did it in the shower last week while she was on her period,” Becky said as we were washing each other. “You really aren’t the student anymore.”

“Don’t give me too much credit, Becky,” I protested. “That was all Katie’s idea.”

“I don’t know if I can teach either of you anything more,” she laughed. “I never imagined having sex during my period and here my darling daughter figures out a way to do it and not make a mess.”

“It was awkward to hold her up when she was all wet like that.”

“She also said you gave her fantastic orgasms,” Becky snorted. “Get used to awkward if she has her way.”

“It’s part of being a giving lover, isn’t it?”

“Yes, just try not to drop her,” Becky giggled. “A 9-1-1 call for that would be an entirely different kind of awkward.”

“Ugh,” I shuddered. “I don’t want to even think about that.”

We finished cleaning each other up without playing a lot. I think both of us were sated for the moment after two rounds of sex. We dried ourselves off, including drying each other’s backs and then grabbed our robes off hooks in the bathroom. Becky had some slippers but I didn’t, so I pulled my socks on and we went down to the kitchen to have some lunch.

Over our grilled cheese sandwiches with canned soup, we talked about what I’d seen and read on this cum-eating kink I’d ‘discovered’ and I told Becky it was called creampie eating. “There’s also something called ‘snowballing’ or ‘cum kissing’ where the gal sucks the guy off but doesn’t swallow and then passes his cum to him in a kiss.”

“That could be interesting,” Becky nodded. “I might try that on you sometime. For today, I think I’ve tasted enough cum. You do remember I’m not fond of the taste, right?”

“I’m not wild about it myself,” I said, “but it sure turned you on when I licked it out of you.”

“That’s an understatement.”

It was a quick lunch and an even quicker cleanup. Becky’s cast iron griddle needed to cool off before she could do anything to clean it up and the few dishes we had used took no time at all to rinse off and put in the dishwasher.

When Becky and I got in bed, she pulled the covers over us and told me she just wanted to cuddle for a while. I’d already cum twice today and was also feeling the relief from having explored a new kink without turning off my partner so I was content just to hold Becky for a while. We kissed occasionally and our hands caressed each other a little, but it was mostly for comfort and affection and not so much for sex and arousal.

“I feel a little ‘off’ this afternoon,” Becky said. “I’m so distracted with this inheritance, finding out I had grandparents and my sperm and egg donor lied to me and said they were dead.”

“It’s a lot to deal with,” I nodded.

“Just finding out about them is a lot to deal with,” Becky sighed. “Finding out I’m the heiress to a huge fortune is mind-boggling. Part of me is afraid everyone around me is going to treat me different because of it. I don’t want that to happen.”

“I’m sure some people will change how they act around you, Becky,” I answered, “but the people who truly know you and love you won’t change. Are you going to let it change you?”

“I’ll try not to,” she said. “I’ll have to count on those that truly love me to keep me straight.”

“I’m in.”

“Thanks, John,” she smiled. “I appreciate that.”

After a few more quiet moments, Becky reached down and took my cock in her hand. I had been mostly hard since we lay down, simply because I’m fifteen and the gorgeous Becky Schuman was in bed with me. A few gentle tugs and I was totally erect, so she rolled onto her back and pulled me over on top of her. My cock was still in her hand, making it simple to guide me to her opening so we could make love again.

We kissed almost continually as we made love. Becky ran her hands up and down my back, occasionally cupping my butt cheeks in her hands as I thrust and pumped and ground against her. With a couple of earlier orgasms under my belt, I was able to last and pace myself so I didn’t get ahead of my lover. As I felt her edging closer to her orgasm, I thrust a little deeper and ground a little harder against her mound, helping her reach her climax. When I felt, and heard, her go over the edge, I drove into her for a last few strokes until I started to cum. We took the rest of the downhill ride together as the last of my pulses and the last of her contractions wound down.

I propped myself up on my elbows and smiled down at my girlfriend’s mother. “I do love you, Becky,” I panted. “I hope you know that.”

“I know you do, John,” she smiled, “and I love you, too.”

We lay there until my dick softened and fell out of her pussy. When I moved to roll off her, Becky rolled with me so we ended up lying face-to-face, like we had started when we were cuddling, and went back to kissing and caressing each other until our heartbeats had returned to normal.

“We probably should clean up,” I whispered.

“But not with our tongues this time,” Becky giggled. “Come with me and let’s get a shower. It’s almost time for you to go home anyway.”

There wasn’t a lot of playing around in the shower this time, even though we both used our hands and took our time washing each other, including the parts that got the stickiest. We did kiss several times, though, and that, along with the sensuous feel of soap on wet skin was enough to give me another erection. Becky mostly ignored that until she went to wash that part of me.

“You certainly know how to make a woman feel welcome,” she giggled as she ran her soapy hands around my hard-on and cupped my balls. “You’ve worn me out, but I can still help you if you need me to.”