You jerk each other off

You find yourself unable to pull your mouth away from Rachel’s soft lips, instead finding yourself remaining in place, letting her release lustful little moans into your mouth as you continue to pump your hand up and down her throbbing cock while your precum pours onto her slender fingers.

You slow down the pace at which you’re moving your wrist, wanting Rachel and you to cum together, then finally stop altogether and switch tactics, rubbing the back of your thumb against her pisshole, stimulating the sensitive business-end of her dick and making her jerk as she sits next to you, her hand still flying up and down your cock.

Thanks to this, you soon catch up with Rachel, and both of you seem set to blow your loads any second now as you wrap your hand around her member and start pumping your wrist, matching her pace as you break off the kiss and instead pull back to look lovingly into each other’s eyes, while you note the look of pleasure on her face as you bring her closer and closer, her eyes now barely open while her parted lips are trembling ever so slightly and you can see her tongue flickering about randomly inside her mouth.

“John!” Rachel cries out, closing her eyes and arcing her back, thrusting her cock up through your grasp before leaning forwards so her tits are positioned above her cockhead as a first long rope of cum explodes out of it, this and a second one gluing themselves to the underside of her huge, round boobs while she keeps on pumping your cock, **** to make you cum alongside her. She succeeds in this, and you’ve stopped moving your hand, doing your best not to squeeze Rachel’s member too hard as you feel your jizz rise up from your balls, shoot up through your schlong and splatter onto your chest.

Both of you are bucking your hips in short, slow motions as you keep on cumming, keeping your hands wrapped around each other’s members in an attempt to keep your orgasms going for as long as possible, Rachel’s free hand slipping in under her balls to play with her juicing pussy while yours go for her tits again, and you’re soon playing with her right nipple, stroking it with your fingers.

As your orgasms start to die down, after you’ve blasted your stomach and chest with your balljuice and more of it has trickled down your shaft and onto Rachel’s dainty hand, while the underside of her bulging tits are coated with a multitude of cum-ropes that’s spilled onto her stomach and your hand, you reach in and place your lips against hers, sharing another tender kiss with her.

You’re wrestling tongues again by the time that you finally let go of each other’s cocks, with hers softening in your grasp as you can feel your own do the same in hers, and are still locked in a long, loving kiss as you fall backwards to lie on your backs in the bed, heads turned and bodies shifted so you can keep kissing.

“Sorry about that,” you murmur after the succession of wet, passionate kisses have finally come to a close, and you lie with one arm wrapped round Rachel’s curvy body as she’s snuggled up next to you and has her head on your shoulder. As far as you can tell, you’ve spent a couple of minutes like this by the time that you finally say something, during which you’ve been luxuriating in the afterglow of your shared orgasm.

“About what?” Rachel asks you, her curiosity seeming to give her back some energy.

“You wanted me to fuck your pussy while that buttplug is still in your ass, remember?” You remind Rachel, craning your neck and getting your head into a position where you can plant a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m sure I can come up with some way in which to get you hard and ready to go again, John,” Rachel replies, shooting you an impish grin as you pull your head back.

“Oh, such as…?” You ask, feeling the corners of your mouth rise and your heart swell at the sight of your gorgeous, naughty girlfriend.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe if I reminded you of how much your slut loves the taste of your cum…” Rachel says, then giggles for a moment before rolling round so she can kiss you on the lips again.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you reply with a satisfied smile after the kiss, while you feel her right tit pressing against your ribs, “Though we should maybe come up with something other than ‘slut’ that I can call you, so it doesn’t get too repetitive…”

“Hmm, maybe crossbreed it with girlfriend somehow?” Rachel replies, her brow furrowing as she pretends to be serious for a moment before cracking up again, “No, girlslut really wouldn’t work at all…”

“Ugh, no…” You agree, chuckling softly, “Nor would slutfriend. How about minx?”

“Hmm, maybe…” Wiggling her way down your side, Rachel pauses to lick up a dollop of cum that had ended up just below your nipple, which also ends up caught between her lips, and a few seconds later you’re groaning as Rachel sucks on it while teasing it with her tongue.

“Let’s just stay with ‘slut’ for now,” Rachel tells you as she looks up at you, her chin on your chest while her face is beaming at you, “Tell you what, you can think of new ways of calling me that while I lick up all this yummy cum of yours that you’ve managed to get everywhere.”

“Okay, and then maybe you can clean yourself up too!” You reply.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Rachel says, with a look that strongly suggests that she’s definitely not opposed to the idea.

“Of course I would, my sexy cumslut,” you grin at her as your hand comes down to gently stroke her left cheek, running your fingers from next to her eye all the way to the corner of her mouth, “And so would you.”

“Actually, I’d like to jerk off while you watch,” Rachel admits, before running her tongue across your chest, licking up more of your jizz.

“And why’s that?” You ask, figuring that you’re about to hear about another one of Rachel’s fantasies while your fingers sliding through her brown hair as Rachel’s tongue dances over your skin, leaving droplets of her saliva in its wake. She seems to have quite a few fantasies, and you certainly don’t mind hearing about them.

“Because I trust you,” Rachel stops what she’s doing and instead looks at you with an expression that matches the sudden earnestness in her voice, “Because you accept me for what I am.”

“I love you, so I kind of have to, Rachel,” you reply.

“John…” Rachel moans, then plants a long, loving kiss on your chest, her face hidden amongst her brown tresses as she presses her face against your body, her lips remaining firmly placed against your skin as she slips on top of you, the peculiar feeling of her semi-erect cock brushing against the underside of your ballsack making you gasp before you’re made to release a long series of gasps and groans over the course of the next few minutes as Rachel lovingly licks and kisses her way across your chest and down over your stomach, her hands caressing your sides as she works her body lower, her knees moving further and further down along your legs while she purposely ignores your cock that is by now laid out across your stomach, as hard as ever.

Eventually, she places a kiss on the shaft of your rod, then another, then several more, and you can hear and feel her moaning before her tongue starts tracing the veins of your cock, licking up more of your spunk as she keeps heading lower and lower, until her mouth finally reaches your balls.

“Rachel…” You groan out, wanting to stop her before she makes you cum again.

“I love you, John,” Rachel informs you as she looks up at you past your cock, a long string of spit still connecting her bottom lip to your right testicle.