Silver And Black And White

A woman’s cunt was a beautiful thing, Felicia thought. Each one like the others, but also as unique as a flower. She wondered if men liked them the same way that she liked cocks. It was doubtful. She’d never met a man who ate her out with the same love as when she sucked cock. But Peter came close.

While Sable watched, Felicia letting her see how much she enjoyed it, she ran her tongue up and down Peter’s member. She lapped at the seeping tip, whimpering as the taste of his slippery precum hit her tongue. 

Peter was far too excited by having Felicia’s tongue all over his cock and Sable’s eyes all over Felicia. He barely reacted except to groan and grit his teeth harder as Felicia dropped her face to his balls, laving them with her tongue as her hand stroked his prick, her neck twisted so she could look back at Sable as she began to sate her lust.

Sable was evidently enjoying the show, her thighs twitching, her nipples popping hard against her tight costume. Felicia abandoned all subtlety and sucked hard with her lips, making an audible slurp as she finally brought Peter to orgasm. He outright moaned as Felicia emptied him of his cum. Too much for her mouth, as it spilled down her chin, but not enough for her famously large breasts, as his seed fell on the slopes of her cleavage, slimy with her gagging spittle.

When Peter had finished ejaculating, she pushed him onto his back and licked the residue from his prick, his balls. Still hungry, she scooped the cum from her breasts and throat, forming a small pool in her cupped hands, and lifted it to her mouth. 

“Mmmmmm,” she breathed, lapping up the semen with one long drag of her tongue.

She threw her head back and trembled as his cum seeped through her mouth to the back of her throat. Constricting the muscles of her cheeks, she forced it through her teeth. After her tongue rolled it between her lips and gums, she finally drank it down.

“Delicious,” she said, her voice thick and contented.

“I’ve never known anyone who liked cum as much as you do,” Peter said, fascinated by the way she licked her hands again like a cat drinking a saucer of milk.

Sable could take no more. She rose, her heavy boots treading the ground until she was next to Felicia. Then she knelt down. When Felicia held up her hands, Sable buried her face in them, nuzzling her features into Felicia’s palms and absolutely covering herself with the cum Peter had spilled.

Felicia smiled, a trace of sperm running down one corner of her lips. “You just need to meet the right people,” she said.