So for the next few days, Christina and I had crazy, dirty passionate sex. I learned a lot about her as well as my own sexual tastes. I don’t how many gallons of cum I blew down her throat, but I do know we both loved every minute of it. I also learned she didn’t have too many taboos. Anal play was something I kind of figured she’d like. What I didn’t figure is that it was something I like as well. Her asshole was another mouth on her body that I could make out with. I loved having her squat down on my face, so I could drench her little pucker with my own saliva and tongue fuck her. What she taught me was how much I enjoyed having my butt hole played with. When she first rimmed me, I blew like a fountain. She at one point locked eyes with me, pushed a finger in and massaged my prostate. That pushed me over the edge and for a third time, since meeting these two, I have had a mind-blowing, blacking out orgasms that I didn’t think were possible. When I regained consciousness, she said some day she’d use a strapon on me made for milking prostates. She was laying on top of me when she said it, I told her she’s welcome to bring any sexual anything she wants in my life.
We were in the sixty-nine position and I loving it. I was lapping at her clitoris and cream dripping slit. She was able to split her legs enough that I was just smothered with her pussy. Her cream was overflowing my mouth, which didn’t matter. She produced so much that I could afford the gluttony that her sex provided. I was a bit taller than her, so at best she could get half of my cock in her mouth, but the half she did have in her mouth was lit up with pleasure. She sucked and tickled the head. Her tongue was unstoppable, it would circle around the rim of my cock head, then slowly stuff it down my pee hole. This was another new thing she brought to my sex life. One thing we did to each other that perhaps other couples may not normally in 69 position was, she would get her fingers good and wet, then reach up, play and finger my asshole. I, on the other end, would wet my hands with her juices flowing from my mouth and play with her asshole as well. It was so perverted, who knows what Clarissa would think if she saw us. Hell for all I know these two did this together. Perhaps we were both thinking the same thing, we came into each other’s mouths at the same time. When we came finally came down from our orgasms, she spun around and laid down next to me in my arms. We were both spent, sticky, satisfied and glowing.
“Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Clarissa. It seems like she’s either sleeping or at school. Something wrong?”
“Oh, finals started last week. She’s been really focused. I think tomorrow will be her last one. Why do you miss the milkmaid,” she asked teasing me?
“Why no, well yeah, I just wanted to be sure everything was alright. But yeah, it was really nice. Really nice.”
“Don’t’ worry, I know she’s gonna need to wind down when she’s all finished. Be patient.”
Sure enough the day after, her mother and I were sitting on the couch, reading. Yeah, I know not what you expected, but we became very relaxed around each other at this point. Clarissa came in through the front door and dropped her bookbag as soon as she got in. Christina put her book down and asked, “How are finals going?”