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Two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my Japanese
girlfriend Ayumi turned to me in bed.
"Are you sure you don't mind me fucking other people?" she said, wanting
to confirm our pact of an open relationship.
"Of course," I replied, "as long as I can too. And if I can watch, all the
better. Why d'you ask, we agreed that months ago?"
"Just checking," she replied, going quiet and thoughtful. However, she
would say no more.
My birthday arrived surprisingly quickly, even though I had been looking
forward to it for a long time. All my housemates had gone home for the
weekend, so Ayumi was coming over for some mad sex all day before we went
to the pub. Things looked promising when I opened the door to find Ayumi
dressed in her old school uniform. As I gawped admiringly at her pretty
light brown legs covered up to the ankles in white cotton socks in her
shiny black shoes, then from half-way up her thighs by a short pleated
green skirt. Into this was tucked a white shirt, and around her neck was a
green tie which hung down between the bulges of her bra-less breasts.
From her bag she pulled a matching boy's school uniform and threw it at
me. I changed into it while she spread an old blanket over the sofa,
placed a large glass bowl and a small shallow metal tray by the door, and
then began setting up a video camera on a tripod. She pressed a button on
it, sat down on the sofa, beckoning me over, and we kissed. Her waist was
soft and warm under the material, and I moved my hands up to her breasts,
stroking her nipple with my thumb. She pulled me on top of her and arched
her back to push her tits against me, and I obliged by breaking the kiss
and moving my lips down to her neck.
As I kissed her hot flesh she told me her plan for the day, which was so
obscenely kinky that I was hard before I'd undone her shirt and started
licking her nipples. I kept at it though, knowing how much she liked her
boobs to be stimulated, until they were hard and erect. Licking between
them I moved my face down over her stomach so I was kneeling between her
legs. With my hands I stroked her calves above the socks which I now saw
had a little lace frill around the top and the shiny black buckle shoes
she was wearing, while kissing her legs up from behind the knees.
Up I went, lifting up her skirt, until I was nuzzling her plain white
knickers, her short and curly pubic hair forming a cushion, and smelling
the musk from the damp patch over her hole. Slipping my fingers under the
waistband, I drew the knickers down, leaving them hooked around her left
foot and set about eating her pussy. I slurped at her little hole, poking
my tongue in, then kissed and sucked her clit with a finger inside her. I
loved it, and could have gone on for hours if I hadn't been called up by
Ayumi to kiss her lips.
It was now my turn, as I sat back on the sofa and felt her small fingers
undoing my flies. A small, slender hand reached into my pants and pulled
out my engorged penis, holding it firmly, and then Ayumi released me from
the kiss and bent down over my groin. As usual, her hot wet mouth felt
fantastic as it took me inside, and my dick was soon rock hard with her
tongue circling slowly around the head. I tucked her shoulder-length hair
that had fallen over her face behind her ear so the camera would get a
good view, while with my right hand I reached down to her naked muff and
slowly masturbated her.
However, she did not suck for long, and after only two minutes of having
me fully erect she sat up again. I stood up, pulling my pants and trousers
off, taking my shoes with them, and stepped in my socks between my
girlfriend's open legs. Carefully, moving my feet back and bracing my arms
against the back of the settee, I got into position over her, my green tie
hanging down on to hers and my cock resting in her soft silky bush. With a
thrust of my hips I entered her, eliciting a cry from her, and slowly
moved up her tight wet tunnel until my pubes were against hers, my balls
touching her arse.
I began fucking her steadily, bending down occasionally to kiss her lips,
or to watch my wet cock slide in and out of her juicy cunt. At her bidding
I went faster, the force of my entries making her breasts shake like firm
jellies, and she gripped the back of the sofa in tight fists as she moaned
in pleasure. Slowing down again she brought her legs up and wrapped them
tight around me, her shoes pressing against my skin, drawing me closer. I
lowered my front down on my elbows so her bare breasts pressed warmly into
my chest through my shirt, hers wide open as I'd left it.
Our kiss muffled her moans as I sped up again pounding as fast as possible
until the end of my knob began to tingle and I pulled out. Pushing myself
up again and taking it in my hand I slapped it playfully on her slit with
a wet sound, letting it go ever so slightly limp on her damp bush before
reinserting it and resuming a slow and steady pace of fucking. I repeated
this several times, starting slow and speeding up and pulling out, and
then rolled off her.
Now it was her turn to be on top and she knelt over me, the dark green
skirt obscuring mine and the camera's views of our genitals before I
tucked the edge into the waistband out of the way. Tucking some of her
hair that had fallen over her face behind her ear and holding my arms
around her waist for support, Ayumi lowered herself down, impaling her wet
twat on my cock. Up and down she went going faster and faster and crying
out, her boobs bouncing around as I watched, her hairy crotch almost a
blur. Suddenly she stopped, fully down on me so her buttocks were touching
my thighs, allowing me to recover a little inside her hot wet tunnel
before starting again slower.
This routine continued for a while, and I began to thrust upwards too, so
that soon she just knelt up while I pushed my cock up into her. She leant
forwards and we could kiss again, and carried on fucking this way for a
good few minutes. Eventually, Ayumi got off me and lay back, bringing her
legs up and holding them by the ankles above her head, her shoes touching
the top of the sofa back. I stood up and positioned myself, poking my dick
into her twat.
Thrusting down in the new position I could enter her tight Asian pussy
deeper, and was soon screwing her as hard as I could. However, even with
frequent stops I knew I couldn't last much longer, so I pulled out and got
up on the sofa, my groin level with Ayumi's head. She immediately took my
cock in her mouth and started slowly and sensually sucking and licking it,
breathing only through her nose. I caressed her hair, and then after only
a minute, I came, still in her mouth, her tongue still swirling over the
head as I ejaculated, seven hard spurts of semen filling her mouth, before
she released me. A small trickle of cum escaped as she cleaned my shaft
with the tip of her tongue, but no more as she indicated to me to get the
camera from the tripod. Doing so I filmed as she opened her mouth to show
a mini, milky coloured lake of jism and saliva under her tongue, as well
as some clinging to her tongue.
As she had told me to before, I got dressed again, my girlfriend watching
with her mouth closed again, fingering herself gently. I'd only just
finished doing my flies up when there was a ring at the doorbell. Picking
up the camera I went to answer it, and leaving the front door open I
followed the two guys I'd let in. They were from her halls of residence,
one eighteen like her, a rugby player, and the other nineteen, taller and
less stocky but sporty looking none the less. Both emptied a jar of
something into the glass bowl Ayumi had placed by the door, and looking
closer I saw it was indeed semen, as she had told them to bring as much as
they could wank since she'd invited them.
Quickly they both undressed, showing off their well muscled bodies, and
climbed up either side of Ayumi, barely saying a word. She pulled one of
their limp cocks into her mouth, pulling the other's foreskin back and
forth, and then swapped leaving a strand of her saliva and my cum dangling
from the end the penis and her mouth. Soon they were both hard, and the
rugby player got down and knelt between her legs, his thick seven-inch
cock in position, and began fucking away. I had fun with the camera,
panning over my girlfriend's body and zooming in on the guy's dicks wet
from her bodily fluids. Her tits were wobbling with the movement and she
was moaning, muffled most of the time by the cock in her mouth except when
it slipped out and she pushed it back in.
Three minutes of fucking and the rugby player stopped, pulling himself
deep inside Ayumi with his hands on her hips, the expression of
concentration on his face changing. His arse shuddered slightly as he
climaxed, and then after a bit he pulled out, wiping the rest of his cum
on her muff and thighs. While he got dressed and waited for his mate, I
got down and filmed Ayumi's creamed cunt. The stuff smeared on her thighs
just looked wet, but there were droplets of whiteness in her black pubic
hair, and one long strand tangled in it led right into her hole. With my
fingers I parted her lips to film into her dark and juicy insides, and saw
a clump of semen sliding slowly down and out.
Getting up again I panned up over her raised skirt, open shirt, tummy and
bare breasts to the cock she was sucking, the guy's hand on the back of
her head pushing her back and forth. A couple of minutes after his friend
and he ejaculated too, pulling out and jacking off in the direction of my
girlfriend's open mouth, already swimming with cum and spittle. His aim
was quite good, although the first few spurts were so strong that apart
from one which reached the back of her throat, the rest streaked up her
face. When he'd finished and she'd cleaned him with her tongue, there was
semen on her top and bottom lips, right cheek, the bridge of her nose and
even a bit in her fringe.
Once they'd gone I picked up the small round metal tray that looked a bit
like a medical dish of some sort by the glass bowl, and looking straight
into the camera with her pretty brown almond eyes, Ayumi opened her mouth
and dribbled all the cum and saliva out. It cascaded down her chin and
over her neck, where I caught a little by scraping the tray up the sides,
but some still got into her hair, clumping strands together. The rest ran
down her cleavage where it settled, but as I filmed one trickle as it
moved slowly over her stomach towards her navel, the next lot of people
arrived.
This time it was a group of three Sikhs from her course, all with beards,
though one was not as impressive as the other two, and wearing turbans.
Naturally their skin was brown as they undressed, having deposited their
sperm donations in the bowl, but one was almost black. While two of them
undressed fully, one just took off his trousers, his long brown cock
already erect, and stuck it straight in Ayumi's twat. He was tall and
grabbed hold of one of her tits as he fucked her, while his shorter,
skinnier friend with the thinner beard got up on the sofa. Apparently he
didn't think a Sikh girl would give him a blowjob, so Ayumi began sucking
his brown dick, while the other taller, darker skinned guy watched and
wanked. I filmed everything, enjoying the contrast between their darker
brown skin and her paler Japanese skin, and also the expressions on their
bearded faces and particularly the physique of the guy fucking her.
It didn't take long for her talented sucking to make the boy cum, which he
did quite loudly. For the first few he stayed in her mouth, but finished
off on her lips, chin and cheeks. Once he'd got down his mate who'd been
watching stepped up and she started on him. After only a minute or so
though, the other guy ejaculated, pulling out immediately and scrambling
up to cum on her face, spraying her muff, skirt and left breast on the
way, and only getting a tiny amount in her mouth. The rest went on her wet
chin and her left cheek, in her hair, forehead, and fringe.
Ready to resume sucking the darker guy, he stopped her, saying he wanted
to do something else no Sikh girl would ever let him, and told her to turn
over. Guessing what he wanted, I quickly got a tube of KY jelly from
Ayumi's bag while she got on her knees on the sofa, elbows on the back
with her arse sticking out invitingly behind. Passing him the tube I told
him to smear it around her sphincter and his knob before doing anything,
which he did, his large brown finger twisting around in her bum.
Standing now with one bare foot on the sofa, he placed his two-inch thick,
nine-inch long dark brown cock at the entrance, and started to push.
Grabbing the metal tray I darted around to the other side of the sofa just
in time to catch the cum which was cascading out of her mouth, which she
opened as she cried out the moment the guy had pushed his dick in. A large
dribble hung from her chin, swaying as he started to bugger her, which I
scraped on to the tray before moving around again.
Somehow all nine inches of his dark brown penis was disappearing up her
anus, her sphincter tight around it as it was pushed in and pulled out
with each thrust. He was pounding pretty fast, Ayumi moaning and
squealing, and he bent over her, still fucking, reaching under her to
squeeze her tits, his big black beard brushing her ear. With a grunt he
lifted himself up half way, supporting himself on her shoulder and slowing
down, half withdrawing then back in sharply a few times. Thanking her, he
got off her, leaving a small trail of cum from her open arse as it slowly
contracted.
It had hardly closed before the next guy, who had been waiting and
masturbating for the last couple of minutes, took the Sikh's place. He was
a friend of another from her halls who'd come along, fairly fit looking
with a shaved head and a goatee, and long blond hair past his shoulders.
His friend who was a bit younger, quite tall but fairly thin with a cock
of a similar size to mine, just watched, his dick twitching slightly while
his friend rammed his dick into my girlfriend's arse. Though he hadn't
bothered with KY jelly it didn't matter, as there was still plenty there,
and the other guy's spunk acted as a fairly effective lubricant anyway.
For a couple of minutes he fucked her, Ayumi moaning in pleasure, but then
the long haired guy complained that he wanted a go, so his friend sat
down. Ayumi turned around and, with his hands on her waist and her shoes
on the edge of the sofa, she crouched down, the tip of his dick touching
her sphincter. Leaning back so the bloke's goatee was over her shoulder,
she pulled her skirt up out of the way as it had fallen back, and told the
other guy to fuck her vagina, breaking off half way through as a cock
slammed up her arse with a squelch.
Soon she was in a human sandwich, the blond guy on top of her leaning on
his hands on the back of the sofa as he fucked her and the guy with the
shaved head thrusting up into her anus. Four minutes and the guy on top
came, still fucking so it came out the sides, and then he got off.
Although the skinhead seemed more experienced, he put on a sudden burst of
speed making Ayumi scream as he climaxed too. Lifting her up he got out
from under her to wipe himself off on her skirt and joined his friend in
getting dressed.
Ayumi watched them leave with her legs crossed and then squatted down on
the floor, telling me to put the tray under her. Gradually I saw something
white emerging from her wet pussy and then the first glob of jism came out
hanging down. As three men's worth of cum, held in by her position whilst
being buggered except for some flecks in her hairs and a bit of a mess
around her entrance, escaped in a thick stream dripping into the tray.
Once or twice there was a farting sound which made us both laugh, caused
by a bubble of air in the stream. Once most of it had come out, she
shifted position and pulled her buttocks apart, trying to relax her
muscles to let the semen in her arse fall out. I'd just finished
collecting the first lot and was emptying the tray into the glass bowl
while Ayumi spread the old blanket on the floor before we continued, when
the next lot of people arrived to screw my girlfriend.
There were nine this time, all Japanese from her department, all fairly
short but of different builds, some skinny, some well built and a couple
who looked slightly tubby. They all whipped their dicks out straight away
and one lay on the blanket holding his semi-erection up in the air, which
was soon swallowed by Ayumi's damp pussy as she knelt over him. Leaning
forwards and to one side while her cunt was fucked from beneath, she took
another limp cock completely in her mouth. A few moments later and after
massaging it stiff another was inserted in her arse.
She moaned ecstatically at being gangbanged like this, sucking hard on the
cock in her mouth. It wasn't long before he came, ejaculating all over her
face and then letting another take his place. They all did this, climaxing
quickly and then letting the next replace them, so that after less than a
quarter of an hour she'd been fucked twice each anally and vaginally, and
her face and her hair was splattered with semen from three ejaculations. I
kept having to catch drips in the tray, there was so much.
The last two though wanted a different position, so Ayumi lay on her back;
a skinny guy kneeling down and pulling her bum up on his lap started
fucking like a pneumatic drill he was so fast. Meanwhile a chubby boy with
a round, podgy stomach had knelt with his balls over her head and his cock
in her mouth letting her suck his fat dick while he kept his hands on his
hips. He didn't move until the skinny guy had finished, when he told her
to get on her hands and knees and shuffled around behind her. It took him
five minutes of doing her doggy style to cum, panting with effort and his
flesh wobbling. Ayumi sank her head gratefully to the ground, catching her
breath as he dressed and left with his friends. Placing the tray under her
crotch again, I caught another load of jism pouring from her orifices and
emptied it all into the growing sticky lake at the bottom of the glass
bowl.
Over the next two hours nearly forty people came to fuck or be sucked by
my girlfriend. In total her breasts were cummed on four times (though only
one fucked them by squeezing them together), people came eleven times in
her anus, fifteen times in her vagina, and twenty-one times on her face or
in her mouth. Cocks of all different shapes, sizes and colours,
circumcised and not circumcised, had entered her and when she wasn't full
she was anally or vaginally farting out semen or spitting it out. She
seemed to have asked nearly every male she knew, from people in her and
her friends' halls of residence and people on her course or in her
department, to people she'd met at gigs or clubs, and even three genuine
schoolboys just turned eighteen from a local sixth form who all fucked her
and then finished by being blown.
There were a couple of massive black blokes from university, one over
seven feet tall with a thirteen inch dick which was only just too long for
her tunnel. The other was a bit shorter but wider with a ten-inch cock
that was practically three inches thick. Ayumi screamed so much she had to
keep reassuring him to continue, and when he pulled out he left a gaping
dark red hole I could fit all my fingers in to smear the cum around
inside, which took ten minutes to close. But there were also white guys
with big penises and black guys with ones shorter than mine. She'd also
invited two of her lecturers, the first of which was a big hairy chested
bearded man, with black hair everywhere including his large and bulging
stomach. He fucked her up the arse, while the other lecturer, a geeky
looking younger guy with glasses who came later just wanted a blowjob.
At last, the last person left and I closed the door. Returning to the
living room, I found Ayumi lying where I'd left her, cum all over and in
her pussy and leaking from her arse, and beneath the mask of semen her
face was flushed red with excursion and the countless orgasms she'd had.
On her instructions I placed the now brimming bowl of cold jism in the
microwave for a couple of minutes, wanting to warm it up to the
temperature it was when it left the body, and returned to my girlfriend.
She smiled at me as I looked down at her again, so I knelt between her
legs, leant over her cum stained clothes and kissed her on the lips. I
could taste the salty sweetness of the semen on her tongue, and then
shifted myself down, collecting a few smears on my 'school uniform' as
well, to look at her pussy. It was soaked in jism, her short pubic hair
bedraggled and clumped together with white jellyish lumps, her inner
thighs wet too from both her own and the men's juices. As I watched,
another bit of semen dribbled out from her labia. In all it looked too
tasty to resist, so I buried my face in her bush, stickiness transferring
on to it. Pressing my lips to her twat, I sucked out a mouthful of cum and
spat it out over the opening, then set to work on her clit. Taking my
time, I tried to express my thanks by giving her a wonderful orgasm, and
after a while her moans, convulsions and finally hyperventilation told me
I'd succeeded.
Ayumi sat up, her legs bent under her like a mermaid, and she kissed me,
wiping a few strands of semen from my face, and told me to fetch the glass
bowl. Taking great care not to spill any, I carried the now warm bowl in
and set it down in front of her, then picked up the camera again and
focused it on the bowl. It was full almost to the top with a fairly
viscous, slightly translucent, pale yellow-white creaminess of semen, and
the sexually charged fumes emanating from it were almost overwhelming,
making my erection harder than ever. Ayumi dipped a finger in it to test
the temperature, letting the excess drip off and then sucking it clean,
before lifting the bowl in both hands.
She held it for a moment with the side against her head, and then slowly
tipped it. A semi-translucent sheet of cum cascaded over the back of her
head for a second, gluing her silky black hair to her neck and splashing
down the back of her shirt. She moved the bowl forward pouring yellowy
white goo over the rest of her head and over her face, making it all shiny
and lumpy, a film edged with white forming over her mouth when she paused
to draw breath. Rivers of jism ran down between and over her breasts,
coating her tie, and then as she licked her sticky lips, cum dripping from
her nose, ears and chin, she poured another lot over her tits. They were
shiny now too, as was her stomach, and some of the shirt was soaked in it,
sticking to her, with big obvious white splatters down the front of her
green skirt.
Ayumi asked me to lift up her skirt, and then poured semen over her hairy
crotch, where it formed a small, silvery, lumpy lake due to her thighs
being pressed together. She then let a thick trickle fall from the bowl
over her legs to her so far spotless socks and shoes, splashing a handful
on her knickers still around her ankle. Resting the now half-full bowl on
the floor, she dipped her hand into the pool at her crotch and spread it
around, shampooing her pubes with it and rubbing herself until the most
liquid part had either seeped away, been smeared over her thighs or
absorbed by the skirt. This left a gungy creamy mess behind that clung to
her, acting as a lubricant as she masturbated.
Satisfied that she'd covered herself as much as she wanted, Ayumi looked
up at the camera and me, bringing the bowl to her lips. Up it tipped, the
thick fluid sloshing towards the edge, and then into her open mouth,
leaking down her cheeks either side. With her mouth full, she lowered the
bowl to her lap, and tilted her head back so I could see the lake of jism.
Closing her mouth she swallowed, coughing halfway through, spraying cum
everywhere before she could spit the last back into the bowl and giggled,
bubbles of semen escaping from her mouth and moving down her chin or
popping.
Picking up the bowl again, Ayumi took another mouthful and let it all come
out, a waterfall of cum pouring down her chin, her front and on to her
skirt. Now she was more ready, she brought the bowl to her lips a third
time and started drinking jism. A soft glugging and her irregular
breathing was the only sound as she swallowed nearly half a litre of cum,
some escaping down the side. Upending the bowl she let the last bit
dribble on her tongue, and set the bowl down, the sides still covered in
sludge that was making its slow journey to the bottom.
She sat back panting, globules of cum dangling from all sorts of places, a
thick moustache of it on her top lip. Thinking she'd finished, I moved the
tripod close by, ready to transfer the camera, but, having got her breath
back, Ayumi sat up again. Pulling her semen soaked panties back on and
smoothing the material over her crotch, she slipped off her shoes and
socks. I'm not a foot fetishist by any means, but there was something
about the perfect smoothness of her shapely feet that always turned me on,
and now she was scraping what slime was left in the bowl with her hands
and transferring it to her feet. Soon there was a decent amount of jism on
them, spread around and between her pretty little toes, and she was
licking the bowl clean.
Believing she must be finished now, I put the camera loosely on the tripod
and started kissing her. Bits of cum now joined our mouths whenever they
parted, and my hands smeared it evenly in her hair, stroking the slimy
skin on her stomach and breasts, transferring large patches to my dark
trousers. She didn't stop me as I kissed my way down to her legs and
started licking her feet clean, sucking each individual toe. Then as I
nibbled playfully at the instep, pulling her soaking, slimy knickers back
down to her knees, she did.
"Wait," she said, sitting up with a glint in her eye. "I haven't had any
school dinner yet." she jerked her head towards her bag.
Puzzled, I went over and looked inside. Then, grinning, I pulled out two
big cartons of vanilla dessert, and took them over to my girlfriend, who
was leaning back on her hands, her bare chest sloping and glistening,
smiling at me while I opened the first one. I picked up the camera again,
holding it in one hand and the open carton in the other, and knelt next to
Ayumi, she now had her mouth open expectantly, cum all around it. Tilting
and squeezing the carton, I got a stream of something like very thick
school custard, an opaque, creamy, pale yellow. It poured straight into
her open mouth, filling it until it overflowed down her chin to drip on
her cleavage, mixing with the semen. I poured more over the rest of her
face until it was covered in a yellow layer, and then moved up to her
hair, thick streams of custard plastering it more visibly than jism.
With her head now encased in a shining yellow helmet of custard, black
hair and cum, I started covering the rest of Ayumi's body, starting with
her boobs. As I poured she spread it around, creamy slime oozing between
her fingers before sliding over her belly. Next I moved on to her legs,
dripping the pudding in a long line down each and ending by topping her
feet with it, and she wiggled her toes delightedly as the goo slid over
them. Much less than a quarter of the carton was left now, so Ayumi pulled
her skirt up, leaving trails of vanilla flavoured slime on the dark green,
and I emptied it on her pussy. Already matted with white cum, her muff was
soon drowned in custard as it ran down towards her arse. Discarding the
empty cardboard, I helped her spread the pudding over her legs and rubbed
it into her cunt, but she soon asked me to open the second carton.
As I did so she pulled her socks and knickers back on, and after I'd
poured a little custard into them, her shiny black buckle shoes, forcing
the stuff to ooze out down the sides, sticking to her socks as it did so.
She stood up and buttoned her shirt before allowing me to pan around her.
I thought she looked incredibly sexy, from the hair plastered to the
contours of her head and neck by the pale yellow dessert, lumps of spunk
clearly visible, on the face especially, to the semen and custard hanging
and dripping from anywhere it could. A big stain of jism overlaid with
custard ran down her back and over her arse to drip from the short skirt
to streak the backs of her legs, making her shirt stick to her skin.
This it had done on her front too, this time mostly from the pudding and
cum on her skin, making the fabric slightly see-through, especially at her
nipples. Her tie was practically unrecognisable, soaked with both messes,
as was the front of her skirt, but this was mostly cum with just some
splodges of custard. Her legs on the other hand were encased in smooth
pudding, right down to where it was seeping through her socks and
splattered her shoes. Most delicious as well, when she lifted her skirt
with her sticky hands, the sleeves of her shirt baring various splashes,
were her knickers. Like her shirt they had gone semi-transparent and
amongst the cum and custard stains I could see her thick black bush.
Having fully admired her messy body and clothes, I passed her the second
lot of custard and, looking down through her eyes that opened with
difficulty thanks to the scum stuck in her lashes, she set about making
herself even dirtier. She filled her mouth and then dribbled down her
front several times before adding another coat to her face and hair,
working it in with her hands. Another load was poured all down the front
of her shirt and smeared around until the cotton stuck to her like a
second skin, her erect nipples clearly visible, and the front of her shirt
had turned yellow.
Passing the half-empty carton to me, she lifted up the back of her skirt
and pulled the waistband of her knickers out, into them I poured so much
vanilla pudding that it overflowed and dripped between her legs. When she
released the waistband more was squeezed up over it, running slowly down
over the outside of the material. We did the same at the front, making her
panties bulge and sag a little, trickles of custard leaking out where the
elastic around her thighs was and moving slowly down her legs, and then I
poured the remaining bit of gunge down inside her shirt.
Again I filmed her in detail, and then, with her holding up her skirt, I
began to push on her knickers. It felt like a squishy wet cushion as I
forced big blobs of vanilla pudding to ooze out of her panties. I reached
behind as well, smoothing the material down until it fitted the shape of
her butt and pussy tight and slimily, her legs caked in custard. Now that
there was definitely no mess left to film I put the camera back on the
tripod to film our subsequent activities.
We kissed and hugged, my face becoming as messy as hers, and my clothes
beginning to stick to me as she rubbed her body against mine, grinding her
soaked skirt front against my boner, transferring goo to my trousers.
Getting down on her knees she fumbled with her slippery hands to undo my
flies and pull my trousers down, releasing my semi-hard cock, while I
removed my shirt and tie. She looked up and smiled from under the cum and
the custard, then with her sticky hands on my legs she took me in her
mouth. With everything that had gone in it, it was wetter and stickier
than before and the suction more incredible, but though I would have loved
to let her continue until I came, I had another idea.
Once she'd got me fully hard again and sucked for a while, I kicked off my
trousers around my feet and removed my socks, and knelt down with her,
feeling the cold sliminess of her clothes over her warm body against my
bare skin. I took her tie off and played with her tits, squeezing them
through the sticky material and untucking her shirt to feel her warm
stomach, spreading the custard around. My hand moved down to her legs,
smoothing sludge over her perfect skin and then running through hair
gelling it behind her ears with the pudding. Returning to her legs, I
moved under her skirt, heavy with custard, to her slimed knickers,
caressing them, rubbing my hands over her genitalia.
Ayumi chose that moment to remove her shoes, revealing her dainty white
socks soaked and smeared in yellow gunge. I asked her to face away from me
and get on her hands and knees, which she did, presenting me with her
custard, skirt and panty covered rear. Lifting the skirt, I peeled her
knickers off, sucking them for a second, and then jammed them in her
mouth. While she sucked and then spat them out I grabbed her messed up
buttocks and stuck my mouth between them, engaging in a bit of analingus.
A couple of minutes later and I stopped licking her vanilla and jism caked
shit hole, and started sticking my fingers in it instead. First one, then
another, until I was sliding all four in and out, whilst I rubbed my cock
between her tightly held thighs. Then, with deliberate slowness, I
inserted it through the sticky mess of her pubic hair into her vagina and
began fucking her. My hands gripped her sticky waist, keeping the skirt
out of the way, and she pushed back on my dick, meeting my thrusts. I
leaned forwards, kissing her neck and nibbling her ear, putting my cheek
against the drying stickiness of hers, and held her swaying breasts
through her soaked shirt.
Eventually we fell purposefully over on to our sides, both our left legs,
which were on top, bent up, my knee in the crook of hers so as to
penetrate her deeply. In this position it was easier to kiss, and I
slipped my hand up inside her shirt as we did so. However, Ayumi soon
persuaded me to roll on to my back with her on top, so I was thrusting up
into her but she had more control, which forced me to stop fondling her
breasts and to support her hips instead.
This position still didn't give her the control she wanted though as her
messed feet kept slipping, so she sat up, took the crumpled skirt off and
turned around to face me. Her shirt, the only piece of clothing she was
now wearing other than her socks, was riding up way past her navel, so I
pulled it down, cupping her breasts. Two minutes and my restraint reached
its limits; I ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying, and pulled
her down to me so I could suck her nipples. Obviously sensing that I was
starting to near an orgasm, Ayumi wrenched herself away from me, and took
the shirt off completely, brushing hair from her face. Holding my hands
down around her hips, she speeded up her bucking, her cunt unbelievable
snug despite all those cocks, and slick with semen but with a sticking
suction. Splatters of custard and spunk were being flicked from her
breasts as they bounced away with her movements.
Suddenly, she came, moaning and crying out, stopping her movements
completely, but her vagina convulsing around my penis. This proved too
much for me and I climaxed too, and loudly. I was surprised by how much
jism I produced this second time, and then just lost myself as Ayumi
snuggled her warm, sticky, slimy, cum and custard soaked body into mine,
peeling her socks off to stroke my legs with her bare feet, and we drifted
off into subconsciousness together. |
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