Tasting his come

Joan's hand pumped at Connor's cock while her pursed lips sucked at the head like a lollipop. Connor moaned as her tongue flickered across the glans, and heard Joan moan in return. He looked down past her head and realised that her other hand was at work pleasuring herself even as she blew him.

The clenching in his lower torso and thighs told him that he wasn't far from coming. Connor tried to breathe deeply, and considered what would be the best course of action. Come in Joan's mouth? Tell her and let her decide? The latter was probably the polite thing to do. On the other hand, Joan had been surprising him with her taste for domination lately - would she enjoy being told what to do.

In the end, Connor's basically shy and polite nature won out; he cleared his throat, tapped Joan on the head to get her attention, and said;

"Hey, I'm close. If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you should stop."

Joan flushed with excitement, and lunged onto his cock, swallowing Connor into her throat. She found it much easier to deepthroat him the second time around, and after a moment, he was grabbing at her hair in ectasy. Connor wasn't trying to hold her in place, and Joan easily came back up the length and resumed thrashing her tongue against the frenulum and underside of his glans, while her right hand jerked Connor off. Her left hand was two fingers deep in her snatch - she was coming up to another orgasm after the first one on the bed, with Connor holding her down.

The memory inflamed her further as she tried to suck the come out of her boyfriend. For a moment, she grew frustrated at her lack of success, and redoubled her efforts. She felt spit drip from her mouth and she lifted her wet left hand from her own crotch to caress Connor's scrotum.

The massaging of his balls seemed to push Connor over the edge. He convulsed, the muscles in his legs quivering, and he shot his load into Joan's mouth. She kept up her sucking and stroking until he'd stopped firing, then withdrew Connor's cock from her lips with a slurping noise. She felt so dirty and yet so happy - and the taste was glorious. Inspiration struck her and she stuck her tongue out at Connor, showing him his cum sitting there, then swallowed. A drop had fallen down onto one nipple and she gathered it up, moaning as her hand brushed the swollen bud. She licked her hand clean and grinned up at Connor.

"Wow! You taste yummy. I was afraid. Everyone says it's gross. But it's not!"

Connor felt doubly dizzy - not just from the rush of his orgasm but from something else. It was like a sugar rush. This must be the feeding that his father had talked about. He felt full of energy, like he wanted to hop and dance. Not that he could - his knees were still weak with aftershocks. Joan was hugging his leg, humping her hips gently and brushing her nipples against his hip.