One day Trey forgot to shave, or maybe he didn’t by design, but in any case that night when he ate me out, his beard, barely there though it was, rasped my inner thighs. Truth is, I didn’t mind. It was different, almost as if he were a different person, a stranger, and that idea led to one of my best cums.

Afterwards I smoothed my hands across his barely there beard hairs. Not even fuzz really. And the idea came to me.

“Trey, you should grow a mustache.”

“Really?” he responded. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” I confessed. “I think you might look cute.”

“You mean you don’t think I look cute now?” he said.

“You could look even cuter. Humor me. Give it a try.”

Three days later his mustache was discernible. “Do I look cuter?” he asked.

“Adorable,” I said. “Strangely, it makes you look younger.”

“How much younger?” he asked.

“Like you’re going on eighteen or so.”

“Or so?”

“Almost sixteen.”

“Yikes,” Trey said. “So you want me to be like sixteen?”

“Almost sixteen,” I said.

“You’re teasing, right?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “I want you to taste my pussy. Pretend it’s the first time.”

“How was it?” he asked, after he’d pleasured my pussy to my complete satisfaction.

“It was great!” I said. “I love the feel of your mustache against my clit. Just remembering it’s got me kind of revved up again.”

Trey didn’t hesitate. It was great again. Maybe even greater.

Afterward his mustache was all frothed with my pussy juice. I rubbed my finger back and forth a few times and then tasted it.

“You know there’s such a thing as mustache wax?” I asked.

“I think I’ve heard of it,” Trey said.

“This is way better than mustache wax. Mustache cream!”

Trey didn’t seem impressed. “I guess I’d better wash my face,” he said.

“Why would you want to do that? Don’t you like having my girl cum on your mustache?”

He thought about it for a few seconds.

While he was thinking, I said, “After I beejay you, even though I swallow, the taste of your cum is still on my lips and in my mouth. It’s a nice reminder of how much I love you. How much I love sucking you and making you come. So I was just thinking...”

“I get it,” Trey said. “Yeah, I’m not going to wash my face. And with every breath your cum molecules will be in my nose, and I’ll go around with a hardon all day.”

“Cum molecules,” I said. “You’re funny.”

We kissed. The kissing led to fucking. Yummy cum molecules, his and mine, having the time of their lives mixing and mashing together in my cunt.

Now here we are almost a month later, and just thinking about his mustached, drenched in my cunt juice, makes me want to suck him and fuck him and love him to pieces.