Naomi takes it a step further with Steve

Naomi knew Steve would like playing with her tits, and she knew that this red bra would arouse him. It was always effective, and she usually wore it the first time she brought boys home with her. She didn't know the science of it (Gwen would probably know the science of it), but it seemed that every time she wore it with a guy, the guy couldn't resist getting his hands in there. What Naomi may not have been acknowledging was that it was her body and her willingness to give herself over to these boys that was the seduction, not the bra. But the bra was nice nonetheless.

But this time, she wasn't content with just letting him manhandle her, even as a piece of exhibitionist performance for Gwen. Naomi pulled herself away from Steve's hands, slid off the barstool, and knelt in front of Steve.

"The other thing about this book," she said, as she pressed her hand to Steve's crotch, "is that it's just so long. It's like a bazillion pages!"

Gwen chuckled. "That's French lit for you. Same shit over and over again until they run out of paper."

Naomi groped at Steve's pants, finding his dick through the denim of his jeans. She pinched at the head, and leaned in and bit at it lightly. She pulled her head back again.

"It's just so long ... and so hard ... to wrap myself around it."

Naomi pulled at the buckle of Steve's belt, then undid the snap at the top of his waistline. Steve leaned back on the counter behind him, using his hands to support himself. Naomi lowered his zipper, and reached a hand inside his pants. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, but didn't pull it out yet.

"Don't you agree, Steve? Isn't it all just so long?"

Steve lost control of his senses for a moment as Naomi squeezed his cock.

"And so hard?"

"Mmmm -- umm ... yes," mumbled Steve as Naomi gave his dick another squeeze. Naomi pulled at the sides of his pants, lowering them enough to free his cock.

"Sometimes it's particularly difficult for me to wrap my hand --" she wiggled her fingers along the shaft of Steve's dick. "-- I mean, my head, around the cock -- I mean the cook. Shit! The book!"

Gwen laughed. Naomi was really good at this. She always liked to draw a little extra attention to what she was actually doing around the house, sexually. She enjoyed the general free use of watching, touching, fucking, and not necessarily discussing anything, but she also thought it was pretty funny to mix it into casual conversation.

Naomi spit into her hand, and began to jerk Steve's cock, which was beginning to grow. "I mean, there are just so many words! Sometimes in class, they ask us to read out loud, and I kind of hate it, because I don't know how to get all that hard stuff in my mouth and make sense of it." She had barely finished speaking when she brought her lips around the head of Steve's cock. She sucked for a bit, still massaging the base with her hand, willing his cock to get harder.

"And then the teacher is like, spit it out!" Naomi spit onto Steve's dick again. "Just grind away at the book, you'll make sense of it, you'll bring it to life." She rubbed the head of his penis with her thumb. Steve twitched and spasmed as the most sensitive part of his dick became Naomi's plaything. "I'll say, but professor, it's just ... so ... hard!" She pulled on his cock, which had now risen to full attention.

"Sounds like your teacher is a good influence on you." Naomi took Steve's dick into her mouth again as Gwen spoke. "Do you like her?"

Naomi pulled the cock from her lips. "Him. And no, not really." She went back to blowing Steve some more. After a few more moments, she pulled it out once more. "He's always like, Naomi, here, just hold the thing in your hand, you'll appreciate the weight and gravity of it." Naomi held Steve's cock with one hand, and caressed his balls from underneath with her other hand. "So I'll take it in my hands, and yeah, it's heavy, and it's big, and I think, well, what am I supposed to do with the fucking thing?" She bounced Steve's dick in the palm of her hand for a moment before taking it back into her mouth.

"You'll find something to do with it," Gwen offered. She smiled at Naomi's youthful energy.

Naomi attempted to talk with Steve's now massive dick filling most of her mouth, but her words were unintelligible. She pulled his cock out of her mouth for a second, said, "I guess so," and went back to grinding her face against him. Suddenly, she pulled away again. "It's like the other day, professor called several people up to the front of the room." She continued to jerk Steve's cock while she spoke. "He called me too, but I didn't want to do group reading." She jerked Steve's cock faster, and sat back on her heels. "He was like, Naomi, everyone's here, are going to come?"

Steve's body tensed up, and he made some rather unclear mumbling sounds.

"He went on, he was like, look, Naomi. This girl came, and this girl came, and this boy came, and this boy came. Are you going to come too?"

Steve was beginning to shake. He leaned harder into the counter, trying to balance himself against Naomi's faster and faster stroking.

"I want you to come, he said. It was like he was talking to animal. I want to you come. Right here, right now." She stroked Steve's cock faster and faster. "Right here, right now. Come." She looked Steve directly in the eye. "I want you to come. Right now. Right here." She thrust out her chest and made her face available. "Right now." She licked her lips. "Right here." She squeezed her breasts, licked her fingers, and continued to pull on Steve's dick, willing him toward a climax.

"So that's what he said, huh?" asked Gwen. "He said, I want you to come, right here, right now?" She looked at Steve, who glanced back. "Come. Right here, right now."

"That's right," said Naomi. "Come. Right here, right now." Both women were staring at Steve now. Gwen moved closer and lightly touched Steve's arm, and then his chest. Her hand drifted down his front toward where Naomi was working ferociously on his dick.

"Come." Gwen said. "Right now." Her hand reached the base of his cock, and she wrapped her fingers around it. Gwen knelt down next to Naomi, and the two women were in sync, both pulling on Steve's dick. "Come."

Naomi repeated the words. "Come. Right here. Right now."

Gwen joined her. "Right now. Right here. Come."

The two women continued to work on Steve, and within a few moments, they felt him arch his back, and give over to his orgasm. The first pulse yielded nothing but a body tremor. But the second pulse, and Steve's cock erupted in a thick ribbon of semen, which went streaming directly into Naomi's mouth, and dribbled down her chin.

Naomi took her hands off Steve. One hand went to her face to touch the spunk on her mouth. The other went to her breasts, where she stimulated her nipples and squeezed the undersides of her tender boobs.

Gwen continued to stroke Steve as he came. She pulled him slightly toward her, and the next burst of sperm hit her cheek. He shot another load, this one landing on Gwen's chest; then another, which hit Naomi's neck. Gwen now squeezed the side of his penis, draining it of any last bits of jizz, and allowed those to trickle down onto her fingers, which she gracefully slid into her own mouth to clean. She used one finger to sweep up the sperm that had dribbled across her cheek, and she then licked that clean as well.

Naomi took Steve back in her mouth again, though his cock was now softening, and there really wasn't any semen left to suck dry. Naomi loved the feeling of a man getting hard in her mouth, and similarly, the feeling of him getting soft again. It was an unusual fetish, but one that she never liked to miss out on, when possible. While she was tending to Steve's cock, Gwen leaned in and licked as much of the semen from Naomi's face as she could reach. Once she had cleaned the areas she could, she leaned back, stood up, and took her empty bowl of spaghetti to the sink to rinse it out.

Naomi, having finished working on Steve's now soft (though still surprisingly thick) penis, pulled his pants back up, zipped the fly, snapped the snap, and grabbing hold of his forearms, stood.

"I think we accomplished a lot today, Steve. When I invited you over, I didn't know if we'd be able to get anything done. But I'm totally glad you came."

Gwen laughed out loud. She saw the joke a mile away, but loved it anyway.

Steve looked quizzically at Gwen, smiled at Naomi, and said, "Yeah, me too."

Naomi took a deep breath. "Well, I guess it's time for you to go. See you at school!" She patted Steve on the butt, and nudged him out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'll ... get going, I guess?" Steve walked to the door, looking back over his shoulder a bit, thinking that maybe Naomi was going to change her mind.

But she didn't. She just waved at him, and blew him a kiss. "Bye!"

Steve walked out the front door, and closed it behind him.