He wins! You're messier!

A grin spreads across Lenny's face as he stares at your panties and your nearly hairless little mound. That grin widens and breaks into a satisfied laugh. You are seeing what he is seeing: a pair of panties absolutely awash in your girly cum, gooey strands connecting your sloppy slit to the mess in your underwear, as thick and creamy as if you're leaking out a massive creampie. You actually feel a little ashamed of yourself. It's no contest. Lenny has won. You must have really been worked up! Your heart beating with perverse excitement, your gaze returns to Lenny's lap. His pubes are soaked with white strands of sticky cum, it's still slopping from the head of his cock still and sliming the inside of his coveralls. A disgusting mess, but somehow, some way, you have it worse.

"I win!" cheers Lenny. "You know what you have to do now."

"Yeah," you say, trying to hide your arousal. "A deal is a deal."

"That's right," says Lenny. "Get down here and clean me up."

"Now, now," you scold. "I don't want to get all dirty."

You step out of your panties and cast them aside, landing almost perfectly on your discarded shorts. You lift your camo shirt over your head as Lenny watches with delight. Your firm b-cups look a little bigger than they are in the padded bra, but as you unbuckle the straps and slide out of the bra you doubt he is disappointed. Your tits are perfectly perky, wineglass gorgeous and dappled with sweat, nipples small and hard and pink.

"That's better," you say, smoothly getting down on your knees at his feet. "Now let me see if I can get you cleaned up."

You crawl over his feet, looking into his eyes and smiling with erotic mischief as you cross over his knees and come crawling up to his waist. His cock stinks of cum and sweat and you can't help but wrinkle your nose a little.

"I forgot my washcloth," you say, gathering his stiffening prick in your hands. It's sticky with cum and a squeeze and stroke up the shaft produces another leaking dollop of his cocksauce. "I guess I'll just have to use my tongue."

"Ohhhh," Lenny moans as you lower your head to his lap and lick from the base of his cock, up the cummy shaft and over the drooling head. You gather his salty spunk in a strand that connects to his cock as you look up, smile, and swallow the little drops of spunk you've collected.

Licking the cum from his cock is easy, he hardens as your tongue bathes him, swallowing each molten morsel of gooey spunk. You lower your lips to the tangle of his pubes and loudly suck, drawing out the gobs of cum caught in his hairs. It's a depraved act and one that Lenny evidently appreciates. By the time you're done his cock is a deep red and fully swollen.

"I guess," you begin, wrapping your hand once more around his shaft, "I'd better do something about this."

You wrap your lips around his cock and begin sucking, hollowing your cheeks around the head and fondling his cum-damp balls with your fingers. You slurp and bob on his hard cock, giving him a sloppy blowjob that he responds to eagerly, leaning up to watch your head bouncing on his prick. You take him all the way to the base, gagging, tongue touching his balls as you hold back vomit to give him a taste of your throat massaging his swollen glans.

Popping your lips from his cockhead, gasping for air, you stroke him and descend to his sweaty balls, cleaning off the cum there before sucking the fat eggs between yoru lips one at a time. You give him a little extra surprise by doing something you've never done before and letting your tongue wander a little further, pressing against his hot, sweaty asshole and rimming him while you jerk his cock, your nose pressed into his balls. After a little of that you lift your head and engulf him in your mouth again, eyes locked on his as you suck him across the finish line.

"I'm going to fucking...ahhh..."

Hot cum spurts against the back of your throat. You slow your bobbing and tighten your lips, sucking as his gushing glans fill your mouth with his hot load. It is tacky in your throat as you gulp it down, taking as much of his cock as you can without gagging and drinking each pump of his seed. It makes your belly rumble a little because there is so much of it, but you do not betray any disgust, moaning around his pumping prick until you've drained every drop.

You lift your mouth from his cockhead, licking your lips clean and slowly stroking his prick. Lenny is beaming and red faced as he pushes a lock of hair from your eyes.

"Want me to do it again?" you ask, teasing his cockhead with the tip of your tongue.

"Huh?" he asks.

"Do you want me to suck you off again?" you let your tongue trace the ridges of his cockhead and flick over his leaking slit as you look into his eyes.

"Uh, well, you-"

Whatever he is about to say is interrupted by the sensation of your lips wrapping again around the slowly shrinking head of his cock. You suck as hard as you can, hollowing your cheek and drawing out a twitching pearl of lingering cum from his cock.

"Holy shit," he moans, letting his head fall back into the grass.

You win out the argument, coaxing him back to full hardness with your eager tonguework and carefully applied suction. In minutes you are bobbing on his cock again, lips tight as his hard cock stabs to the back of your throat. It only takes him a few minutes before he is working his hips and moaning louder and louder, a growing cry of pleasure that culminates in a throb of his cock between your lips and a second hot load being squirted across your tongue. This time you allow his seed to shoot into your mouth, holding it there so that as you pull your lips from his spent spear you open your mouth and show him the white cum covering your tongue. You look into his eyes and swallow the big glob of it in one gulp.

When you start to move back to his cock he laughs and lifts you from his lap.

"No more, please," he moans. "Not now anyway."

You're both laughing and smiling at the end, glowing from your fun, but as you get dressed things become a little more uncomfortable. You are second-guessing how depraved and slutty you just acted and it seems like Lenny might just be so awkwardly shy about realizing what transpired.

"We should get moving," you say, buttoning up your shorts. You can still taste him in your mouth, but you try not to think about it so you don't get turned on again.

"Yeah, the coast is that way, right?"

He points. You think it's the other way, but now you're not sure.