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My erection slid through her soft pubic hair and rested on her stomach instead.

“Oh my gosh,” she said in relief. “For a second, I thought you were going to do it anyway.”

“No, not till you’re ready.”

She relaxed with a deep breath.

“However…” I glanced between our bodies and moved my hips to remind her that I was still very hard.

She took the hint and immediately reached between us. Her strong hands found my erection and began stroking. I gazed into her eyes until I couldn’t stand it anymore and had to close them as a wave of pleasure assaulted my senses.

I gasped aloud when she added a little twist to the end of each stroke.

I didn’t last long after that, and she cried out in amused triumph when the first hot spurt splattered her stomach. She kept milking me until the spurts turned to gushes and then trickled to a stop. She gazed directly into my eyes.

Then she raised her hand and licked semen from her wrist and palm.

I pushed myself upright and sat on my heels. Christy looked down her body.

Her legs were spread as if we’d just had sex, and she was covered from bush to breasts with pearly droplets and little trails of come. A small lake had formed in her navel. She swirled a finger through it and then touched it to her tongue. She knew I was watching, so she made a show of licking her finger clean.

“So you like the taste?”

“Mmm, semen.” She closed her eyes and smiled beatifically. “I really love how it feels in my mouth, all creamy and smooth.”

“Well then,” I chuckled, “we’re gonna get along just fine.

”

“Oh? There was a chance we wouldn’t?”

“For a while there I wondered…”

“Me too. But that’s behind us now.” She collected another couple of

drops and sucked her finger. Then she gave me an innocent-seductive look, hinting for all she was worth.

Christy burst out laughing.

“What?” I said, a little defensively.

“You’re so cute when you’re caught,” she said. “What was he saying?”

“I can’t tell you,” I grumped. “It’s private.”

“Should I ask him instead?”

“He won’t tell you either.

”

“I bet he will if I ask nicely. I can be very persuasive.”

I shook my head faux-stubbornly, which made her laugh again.

“You’re so strange sometimes,” she said affectionately. “I like it, but you’re just… different. I’ve never met anyone who has conversations with his own penis.”

“He needs supervision. He gets into trouble otherwise.”

“I dunno,” she mused, “I kinda like him.”

“If you keep doing that.”

“What’s gotten into you?” I asked.