We watched as Ellen and Bill went up the ladder to the loft, leaving us alone.We watched as Ellen and Bill went up the ladder to the loft, leaving us alone. Beth looked at me as I cuddled her in my lap. There were tears in her eyes and she began sniffling. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I just embarrassed myself," she replied, between tiny sniffles. I cupped her left breast gently, moving my thumb lightly over a nipple that had never been so hard. "You just shone in my eyes," I said softly, pulling the towel away from lap and throwing it on the floor, allowing my erection to rub against Beth's thigh. "Are you serious?" "Very serious," I replied. "I thought you were great." "I've never done anything like that before," she said softly, searching my eyes for a sense of truth in my replies. "There's nothing wrong with what you did. The both of you enjoyed it, and I enjoyed watching." "You won't think I'm some kind of slut?" I laughed. "Do you think I'm bad for masturbating while I was watching the both of you?" Beth's eyes lit up. "You didn't!" she gasped. "I did," I confessed. "Did you....ah....did you...." I helped her with her shyness. "Did I come?" "Yes," she smiled. "No," I replied. "I was saving that for you." "I'm wanton, David," she whispered. "I think I'm over-sexed!" I squeezed her tit harder, then pulled her closer to me. "We have something in common," I said. "You're sure you didn't come," she said, sliding her body down mine until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged cock. "Good," she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and lowering her mouth over me, her lips shaped in the familiar 'O'. She took the penis into her, sucking it slightly. "That feels good!" I sighed. She stopped sucking for a moment. "Don't be afraid," she husked. "Afraid of what?" "Afraid of coming in my mouth," she whispered just before lowering her head over me once more and enveloping me with her warmth. It didn't take long for her magic to work. She couldn't have bobbed her head up and down on me for more than a deliciously sweet minute. I didn't tell her I was coming; I just let it happen, spilling my seed into her as she swallowed each and every drop. |