Cum

[RobynBanks]

I have a 'thing' for cum. Some of my fantasies are here

http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2048702&page=submissions

I hope some of you will enjoy reading.

 

[RobynBanks]

Here is a little taste from Cum on Robyn.

To be honest, by then, with Keith groaning and going on, with him cranking his cock right in front of me, and not forgetting someone could disturb us at any moment, I was getting more than a little agitated myself.

Worries about semen catching me across the face or flicking into my hair melted a little. The concern didn't wholly leave me, but my own dark desire to see Keith's spunk flying went some way to dissipating the anxiety.

Suddenly I wanted to feel the hot stuff spattering onto my skin.

"Go on, Keith," I urged. "Come on my tits." Excitement brought the lewdness out of me as I hefted my breasts in my palms and offered them to him. "Spunk on me. Cover these in jizm."

Keith gurgled like a drain unblocking. He gaped down at me, jaw dangling, wide-eyed when the lewd exhortations reached him.

"Fuck," mumbled Keith, his throat working. "You dirty mare. You filthy tart."

I warmed to my theme, one hand back at my pussy while I reached for him with the other.

"Here, let me," I said, fist cranking.

It had occurred to me that the best way to limit the collateral damage would be if I took over. That way, when Keith came, at least I had some control over where the muck would land. I had some experience with Keith and the spread of his ejaculate, not to mention the volume, and to see him worked up like this meant there was enormous potential for carnage.

"Let me wank it out of you," I added, gasping. I had two fingers inside me by then, two digits curled up so I could rub at a special place in there. I could also flick at my clit with my thumb, the combined actions causing a hitch in my chest as I moaned and grunted, my own climax shimmering on the horizon. "Come on my tits, Keith," I gulped. "Cover them in spunk."

It went on for another half-a-minute. I worked at Keith, tugging hard at him while I squirmed against my other hand. If anyone had a need to use the toilet during that time there's no way we could have stopped: the train was coming, its brakes useless.

"Ah, fuck," I heard Keith groan. He gasped and grunted, body tensed with effort. "Shit," he muttered, and then the stuff began to fly.

I did my best to muffle the vehement bursts, enveloping Keith's cock with my breasts. But I was getting there myself, my own orgasm was on me, and although I managed to check much of the outpouring, I still took a couple of squirts beneath the chin. During the deluge one ricochet spattered against my thigh. But fortunately my skirt was well up around my hips, which meant the stray dollop of goo didn't do any damage and I got away remarkably unscathed.

As Keith's climax cooled and the flood eased to an ooze I hit the wall. I let go of him, jizm sliding over my skin as I felt the tsunami wave of delight hit me. I moaned and gasped, fingers corkscrewing inside me, thumb going at the nub of my clit. Slippery skin beneath my palm as I squeezed my breasts kept the pleasure train rolling. Spunk squelched between my hand and my breasts when I massaged the gloop all over, the feel of my own spongy softness and Keith's jizm getting all sticky prolonging my enjoyment.

It was a dirty, sordid thing - the two of us in a toilet cubicle, his cum on my flesh while I revelled in the sleaze. It was a depraved thing to do, but something about it lingered in my mind for days afterwards: a grain of sand that would grow into a pearl of obsession.

 

[StrikeHeart]

I have similar fantasies from the guys perspective. Would love to chat about it sometime. I sent you a PM.

 

[AmyA84]

I enjoy it a lot too.

 

[curvekisser]

Just read both these chapters and I've not been so hard from a story in a long time. Look forward to more. Great storyteller x