How could you say no to that?

If Lia says she’s not done playing with your dick, then of course you’re going to indulge her. You do as you’re told and lie flat on your back. Your catkin companion watches you comply, and you catch her lips curling into a grin. That doesn’t last more than a brief moment, however, as her expression quickly returns to a focused, determined stare. Lia directs that stare first to your erect and eager manhood, currently being held loosely by her own fingers. She then runs her gaze up your body, from your chiseled abs, to your exposed nipples, then finally to your calm, smiling face. For a moment, she seems to get lost in your eyes, her serious expression relaxing a bit. Once again, it only lasts a moment before she catches herself and regains her focus.

“I want to return the favor for yesterday,” she says. “I’m gonna start rubbing it again.”

“Be my guest,” you say.

With that, Lia redirects her attention to your hard-on, and starts moving her fingers along the shaft. She starts out with a decent rhythm, rubbing against one side of your erection while gently holding it in position with her fingertips. This method sees some positive results, so she gradually adds more pressure until you really get going. When your dick starts twitching in anticipation, Lia backs off and switches to another side for a few minutes, only to build you up all over again. Occasionally, the curious catkin will slide her hand up to the tip, teasing it with her thumb. On one such occasion, she gets startled by a bit of precum that leaks out. She immediately withdraws her hand, but is too late to stop the fluid from making contact with her fingers.

You can see the wheels turning in her brain about what to do. Should she wipe her hand on the bed and keep going? Should she find something to wipe your dick clean with before she continues? Her eyes glance briefly in your direction, as if she’s considering asking about this strange liquid that came out of your penis. Then, her eyes widen. Lia sniffs her fingers, then gives your natural lubricant a curious lick. She doesn’t look like she loves the flavor, but you note that it’s a significantly more positive reaction than she had to her own love juices.

“What do you think of the taste?” you ask.

“It’s weird,” she says. The catkin lowers her head closer to your tip, letting her nose take in more of your scent. “What is it?”

“Remember how soaked you were yesterday? It’s a similar kind of reaction.”

“You never explained that, either.” Lia reaches down nonchalantly and rubs her crotch, only to freeze up when she realizes what she’s doing. You can’t help but grin at the sight of Lia, caught red handed, touching herself. She moves right along, though, with only a bit of red in her cheeks to suggest that something embarrassing ever happened.

Lia takes hold of your erection once again, resuming her handjob despite your precum occasionally leaking out. As she gets back into it, you notice that she seems more comfortable now. When Blythe first ‘handed you off’ to her, Lia’s technique was timid and clumsy. She really didn’t know what she was doing, and was more likely to hurt you than get you off. With Blythe’s help, she learned the basics pretty quickly, but there was still something holding her back. An uncertainty that kept her from putting her all into the act of masturbating you with her hand. Whatever it was, it’s gone now. Gone is the timid and clumsy catkin; now she handles your manhood with a genuine, natural confidence.

And it feels fucking great.

You’re suddenly so preoccupied with resisting the urge to cum that you hardly notice Lia’s other hand. It slowly creeps up to your abs, then further north, to one of your nipples. She plays around with it for a little while, trying to mimic the way you fondled her tits yesterday: rubbing around it in little circles, giving it a little pinch from time to time, then getting distracted by your abs, or your shoulders, or your arms, only to find her way back and teasing it some more. It feels so good that your meat rod twitches in excitement, giving Lia even more precum lubricant to work with. She doesn’t make use of it, though, and instead surprises you by leaning down and licking the stuff right off the head of your dick.

Seems like she likes the taste after all.

It’s too much. You were already fighting to hold back, but now you are past the point of no return.

“Watch out, I’m cumming!”

You barely manage to get the warning out in time. Lia points your rod away from herself right as you start to cum, sending your spunk sailing through the air, over the bed, and down onto the dirt floor of the hut. Some of your less powerful shots do end up landing on the bed, but you doubt Blythe will mind. In fact, she should get used to it, you think. Now that Lia is becoming more open to this kind of thing, I intend to ruin this mattress as soon as possible.

As you come down from the high of your climax, you look to see how your catkin companion is doing. While you were distracted, Lia seems to have scooped up some of your cum with her finger. She brings it to her nose in order to breath in the scent of this new, white, sticky substance. It doesn’t take her long to decide to give it a taste, but unfortunately her reaction is closer to when she tasted her own juices than it is to how she felt about your precum. It’s a shame, but you know the taste of semen isn’t for everyone. With any luck, Lia might later find it to be an acquired taste.

“That was amazing. Come here,” you say. Lia looks your way, then smiles and lies down beside you. She snuggles up into the same under-the-arm position as last night, and you pull her in for a kiss. You try to keep it chaste, like the ones you’ve shared with her thus far. To your surprise, however, it’s Lia who tries to slip you some tongue first. Since she’s made the move, you eagerly let her in, and reciprocate with as much passion as she can take. By the time the two of you finally have to come up for air, you’re so aroused that your cock has sprung up again, even stronger than before. Lia is in a similar state, her hand having shamelessly returned to rubbing her crotch. When she notices your renewed erection, the horny catkin gives up her dry masturbation and goes to grab your shaft again.

“Wait,” you say. “I have a better idea, if you’re up for it.”