Soon enough, lovely Zeeta was massaging the liquid gold into her breasts and up and down her slippery torso. Her hands roamed all over her body, then within a minute or two the multiple streams were diminishing and she leaned into them, wetting her luxurious hair.
All the while she was smiling wider than normal, relishing in the dirtiness. Burton stopped first and seeing how the golden orgy was coming to an end she abandoned any inhibitions she may have had about performing in front of friends and put her face in Pete’s flow, letting it splash in her open mouth. I could tell she wanted more volume, but they’re only human.
She gargled with his piss then let it fall out of her mouth where it ran down her front to her piss-gilded bush.
Soaked, she lay down on her back in the puddle, with her face by my knees. Reaching up she grabbed Steve’s soft but dripping dick, she caressed it, slowly bringing it to my lips, saying to one of us, “Come a little bit closer.”
I was totally caught up in the depraved action – totally in her world and without a thought of reservation. I leaned forward and slurped a tiny drop of pee from that cockhead. I’m sure she had a fantastic view from below.
And the guys, well, no one recoiled, no one judged. In fact, they encouraged Steve. It wasn’t bad at all. Mellow and slightly salty.
Steve’s cock sprang to life. Rosita massaged his balls, feeding the hard cockhead into my mouth. Steve pumped a few times but came super fast. The cum wasn’t bad either – better than pee even.
I looked down at my prostrated girl and knew what to do: I hovered over her big brown nipples and let it slip out to coat them in the goo. The twinkle in her eye let me know I made the right decision.
Burton was next. Zeeta made a big show of holding his soft dickead up to display that yellow drop on the end, then I licked it off making an equally dramatic demonstration of pee sucking. His was bitter, but gone quickly.
His dick grew slowly in my mouth even as Zeeta stroked it to life. When it was taut I bobbed and sucked as hard as I could. He lasted longer than Steve, clearly struggling to urge himself on to his orgasm.
His eyes were fixed on Rosita, her fingers buried in her bush to be specific. She never stopped stroking her nether lips and he never took his eyes away.
Under my hanging penis Zeeta observed that I alone had not relieved myself yet, “Since your lovely coke is right there…you should let loose while you suck Burton.”
With a single grunt Burton shivered once, then let out a tiny rivulet of cream. His cock didn’t plow into me, instead staying stock still as he released, easily, ten more spurts. They weren’t large or plentiful, but the end result was the same since there were so many.
His creamy spoo emptied into me while my thinner liquid splashed over Zeeta’s face.
When we were done emptying our penises, I leaned over Zeeta’s full, wet, boobs, allowing a cum-stream to hang from my lips pendulously, eventually falling and clinging to one nipple. It was her turn to shiver almost imperceptibly and witnessing her lascivious show gave me an erection. I was embarrassed that the guys saw me hard like that: I felt they would think it was the result of having cum in my mouth. I feared the same.
Zeek and Pete’s dicks were unremarkable, being blandly normal in every way. But they stepped up eagerly, enjoying her hands and my mouth.
But Dominic was both spectacularly endowed and uniquely interesting for the huge set of balls he so proudly held out for all to see.
His dark Italian cock curved down a bit, making me wonder if I might try taking more than just the head in. Would it even curve right down my throat? I bet that would give Rosita a thrill.
She grasped his nuts firmly, needing both dainty hands to handle them properly. Using his jewels like a lever she guided his fat glistening bell end to my lips, stopping just short.
I didn’t wait this time. Sucking the cockhead in with gusto I sucked with all I had. The fatness filled me and I hadn’t even gone past the ridge.
Zee kept manipulating his big sack, the group watched more ardently than they had with the others, and Dom got verbal.
He started saying, “I’m gonna cum a gallon. It’s gonna be the biggest load you’ve ever seen. Jen hasn’t had a facial in weeks so you know it’s gonna be good. Of course your mouth is better than my hand. I bet I can milk out more than she usually gets…”
True to his word he was milking his shaft as Zee and I worked him over.
I tasted a tiny prelude when he pulled free from my pursed lips, denying me his cum. Inches from my orifice he jerked his cock rapidly, then without warning, a rope of spoo jetted out, splashing me right in the eye.
I scrunched up my face, hating the nastiness of it. The first splat was followed by another and another, plastering themselves all over – both eyes, my nostrils, my lips…
It dripped and ran everywhere, turning me into a cum monster.
I wiped the stinging jizz but couldn’t clear my vision. Zeeta was no more successful so she helped me to the basement shower.
The two of us washed ourselves thoroughly. She hugged and kissed me repeatedly, thanking me profusely for all I’d done for her and promising to give her whole self, body and soul, to me forever.
Squeaky clean we emerged to find that the men had gone their separate ways. It didn’t matter – no more activities were planned anyway.
In the coming weeks there were uncomfortable conversations with the guys. Mortified for what they’d done – but seemingly not for cheating – they grew distant. In the following months they drifted away too.
Zee and I felt guilty for our part in tempting them, and tried to make amends. None had remorse themselves so we let them go. We never again involved anyone else in our sports. She was enough for me, and I for her.
We also discovered a new kink to put some bounce in her steps. It happened one day when she was giving me a blowjob and she put a finger up my bum. It’s amazing the things people do with butts…
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