You want a taste

The room is silent except for the heavy breathing of Karen and Tom. You and Andy stand watching quietly, watching as the pair on the sofa lay there, Tom covering Karen’s body with his own, her legs still folded over her own body, and Tom still buried deep inside her.

Slowly Tom begins to ease his body up, and you stare intently as his cock begins to slide free from Karen’s soaked pussy. As each inch comes free it is covered in wetness, a mixture of Karen’s juices and Tom’s cum. And as he withdraws from her, his cum that he deposited only moments ago begins to run from Karen and down her smooth skin.

As Tom finally pulls himself back further, the head of his cock appears, still swollen and large between Karen’s stretched pussy lips. He pauses briefly and then pulls back the final inch, his cock coming completely free, and along with it a stream of cum expelled as her lips close back.

Karen’s body quivers once more, and you know that feeling, the feeling as the head of a cock rubs against your sensitive lips after an amazing orgasm. Your own body shivers in recognition of what Karen has just experienced.

As Tom stands you turns slightly to face you for the first time since you entered the room, no embarrassment showing at all at having just been watched fucking an almost stranger in someone else’s lounge. Instead he smiles contently. But it is not his smile you really notice as your eyes glance down his body to the still semi- erect cock hanging between his thighs.

Without thinking you step forward, closing the gap between you. Everyone simply watches as you drop to your knees in front of him, and before anyone can make a comment, you lean forward and run your tongue over his cock. As your tongue connects with its target, there is a groan above your head and the cock twitches.

The taste is divine. You have tasted cum endless times in your life, and you have tasted your own pussy, but this is something new to you, tasting the cum that wasn’t caused by you, and it is mixed with someone else’s juices, whereas it has always been your own in the past.

“You taste lovely Karen” you whisper as you pause briefly to look back at the American on the sofa. She has let her legs fall back down but is still laying with thighs spread wide, and cum running down the space between pussy and ass, and probably between her cheeks.

Karen starts to smile back at you, but before it has fully formed on her face you have turned your attention back to Tom, or more precisely his cock. You lick at the head of it, tasting the cum that is dripping from it as his cock slowly deflates, something that is taking a longer time than it normally does given the events that are currently occurring.
And having cleaned the head, you part your lips, and slide them over it, going quickly, wanting to get him in your mouth before he is soft again.