Clean her up

"First, you need to clean up your mess," she said with a sexy grin, leaning back on the lounger. She started running a finger through your jizz on her chest. I knelt next to the lounger at her side and leaned in to kiss her. She pushed me away and said, "You can kiss me after you clean me up." Her stern look was tempered by a flash of her lust in her eyes.

Looking down at her lovely body, my cum was on her breasts and down her belly to her pussy. I started licking at her boob, but not her nipple. I wanted to work up to that. My cum was very bland, hardly any taste at all, and not as bad as I thought it might be. I had never tasted myself before. Her skin on the other hand tasted good. Clean and just a little salty.

Rochelle moaned, "Ooooh, that's good, mister. Your tongue is lovely."

I decided to take her nipple just then, making her squeal a little before groaning. I sucked it hard and then played with it with my tongue. I had my eyes closed. Then I heard a footstep, and Rochelle gasped. I looked up to see Millie, naked as Rochelle was, kneeling across from me. She had Rochelle's other nipple in her mouth.

"Oh, Millie! Oh, suck my boob, Millie! Is this your gorgeous step-son you've told me about? Ooooooh! He's good!" Rochelle exclaimed.

Millie pulled her friend's nipple away from her body, then let it snap back. Rochelle giggled. "Yes, this is Matt. Matt, this is Rochelle." She went back to licking her friend's chest.

"Very pleased to meet you, Rochelle, and under such pleasurable circumstances," I said with a smile.

"Pleased to meet you, too, Matt," she replied. "Oh, Millie, he's so polite and well-hung! Well, Matt, you deserve a kiss now." She leaned her head forward a little, and I leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue immediately slipped inside my mouth and played tag with my tongue. I grunted when she touched my cock while we kissed.

"Okay, Rochelle. Enough kissing," Millie said. "Time for some oral lovin'." She adjusted the lounger, dropping the head to the flat position, though Rochelle seemed ready for it. Then Millie climbed on the lounger and straddled Rochelle's head. "Matt, you go clean up her pussy -- you spilled something down there."

I got up and moved to the end of the lounger and knelt down, looking at Rochelle's pussy. Her lips were fat, revealing the pink inside. They glistened with her juices, and a small rivulet ran down. My cum was still splattered around the area.