One last farewell

“Baby…” Sanddy purred in the wake of Robert’s cumshot, her eyes fluttering and her plush as the bursts and ropes of jizz that he had doused her with had combined into one collective layer that covered her from her forehead down to just above her bellybutton.

“I can’t get used to how good you look like that,” Sanddy informed Robert as he stood with his iron-hard cock pointing down at her so that its drooling head was just inches away from her lips, “and I don’t think I want to.”

“And not of that either,” Sanddy giggled a few seconds later, after Robert’s latest release of prejizz had wiped away some of the balljuice that had streaked her face only moments earlier.

“Fuck Sanddy…” Robert gasped out as he stared down at the cum-drenched brunette lying on display in front of him.

“Sounds like a great idea.” The impish smile from that Sanddy now came up with was downright priceless, but it soon faded away and she adopted an expression that was as serious as she could get it without doing something about the fact that her face was currently glazed with jizz, “But not right now I’m afraid…”

“Because you have to leave.” Robert was more stating a fact than asking a question.

“I don’t want to,” Sanddy promised him.

“Yeah, I know,” Robert replied as he stepped back to allow Sanddy to get up on her feet.

There was a surreal moment for Robert when he had just watched Sanddy disappear back into the bathroom, taking one last long, yearning glance at how her perfectly shaped back sort of flowed down to meet up with what had to be a one-in-a-billion arse before she was out of his line of sight, and seeing Laura walk into it, long ropes of jizz swaying from her protruding tits and one single, massive line of coming down from her ass to make it look like she had a tail.

Robert was so struck by the supreme confidence with which Laura was carrying herself as she sauntered across the room that he barely even noticed that Ian was following close behind her, his turgid pussy missile pointing straight at her full, firm buttocks as she steered towards her destination.

“I’m sort of disappointed,” Laura admitted to Ian as she made quite a little show out of bending forwards to pick up the bottle, “I stick my ass out at you like that and you’re not ramming your cock into it seconds later.”

“Honey, turn around.”

“Yes?” Laura spun round and let out a enticing sort of scream in response to the blast of precum that Ian sent shooting straight into her face, her whole body moving so dramatically in recoil from the impact of the welter of clear, sticky fluid that a big gush of spunk mixed with precum came gushing out of the already half-empty bottle and was splattered onto her stomach and boobs.

“Sorry,” Ian offered with a predatory sort of grin.

“Well, just as long as you make it up to me later on,” Laura sounded as though she had no recollection of how Ian had just spent a big chunk of the afternoon either seesawing his cock in and out of her asshole or holding on to her head as she slobbered and gagged on it.

“Robert, could you come over here?” Laura sounded almost sweet as she beckoned the teenaged cocksmith to step up closer, and he found his feet moving towards her before his mind had really processed her request.

“Now, my thinking was that since this bottle ended up over here with much of its creamy content having spilled out, we might fill it back up again as a nice surprise for Sanddy,” Laura explained after she’d dropped down on her haunches so that Ian was standing to her left and Robert to her right, “and that we use Ian’s prejizz for that.”

“Right,” Robert didn’t see how he was needed for her plan to work.

“But first, I want to find out how well your juices mix,” Laura clarified, “So Ian, I’ve never been able to decide on if your cock was designed specifically for my ass or if it’s the other way round.”

Ian promptly spewed out a substantial streamer of precum that disappeared into Laura’s wide-open maw, with half of it staying in her mouth and the other disappearing down her gullet in the space of a few healthy gulps, before she turned her head towards Robert.

Now, not even Laura was enough of a spectacular slut to be able to keep a healthy serving of prejizz in her mouth and offer Robert some dirty talk at the same time, but the smouldering look that she gave him while stabbing two fingers deep into her dripping wet slit was enough to make him release a blast of prejizz that she then caught in her mouth while holding her head tilted back far enough to keep Ian’s sticky cream from pouring out over her lips.

“Yes,” Laura decided after having mixed the two studs’ juices in her mouth, swallowed about half of it and spat the other half onto her right boob, “you two definitely go well together.”

Robert again felt slightly left out when Laura rose to her feet and placed the bottle against the business-end of Ian’s obscenely convulsing fuckpole.

How comfortable and well-versed they were with each other was demonstrated to Robert by how all Laura had to do was to smile at Ian and tighten her grip on his cock somewhat for him to release such a copious amount of precum that the bottle came perilously close to overflowing, until she stepped it by pulling it back towards her so that he could spray the last few messy discharges all over her bulging, unabashedly huge tits.

“Hmm, remind me to get one of these and have you fill it up each morning before work,” Laura smiled at Ian.

“Wouldn’t a thermos flask fit better with your image as a teacher?” He replied.

“See baby, this is why we make such a great team,” Laura decided, “I come up with something slutty, and you let me know how to make it even more debauched.”

“There,” Laura had been the centre of both studs’ attention while she attached the bottle’s cap and had shaken it quite vigorously in her hand in a manner that had been far too obvious to be considered merely suggestive, “shaken, not stirred.”

The next thing that was heard was the soft thud of the bottle landing right in the middle of a puddle of cum as Ian moved in behind Laura and put his cockend against her ass-crack.

“I love your definition of later, honey,” Laura cooed as she leaned forwards slightly and used one hand to tug apart one of her buttocks so that she could release a throaty groan at having the fist-sized crown of his fuckstaff slide effortlessly through her diluted ringpiece, another groan being the result of Robert hosing her tits down with another voluminous discharge of precum.

Just then, Sanddy reappeared from the bathroom, her face now wiped clean of cum but the rest of her being as covered with it as when she’d stepped into it.

“So, how do I look?” Sanddy asked Robert, not paying too much attention to Ian and Laura.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

“Show me just how gorgeous you think I look,” Sanddy ordered Robert before pulling her lips back into an enticing grimace.

“Oh, and Robert?” Sanddy added as Robert lined his throbbing monstercock up to point towards her and tightened his hold of the trembling slab of fuckmeat.

“Yeah?” Robert managed to squeeze out as he began to pump his hand up and down the considerable length of his glistening fuckpiece.

“Not in the face this time around,” Sanddy pleaded to him without loosing her horny grin, “I don’t want to have to wash it again.”

Robert grunted and released a whopping great barrage of prejizz that raced forwards to splatter against Sanddy’s gravity-defying chest and well-defined stomach.

A moment of silence followed after that, one which went on to last even longer as Sanddy slowly moved forwards to pick up the puddle from where it was lying right in front of Laura, who was currently letting out a girlish moan of wanton bliss each time that Ian stabbed the whole length of his gargantuan fuckpiece deep into her anal passage.

Laura had soon picked up on the fact that Sanddy was now squatting down in front of her to pick up the bottle and duly rubbed two fingers against her engorged clit to send a stream of her girlcum that came raining down onto Sanddy’s back and ass while her legs began to quiver and her screams became even less controlled.

“Robert?”

“Yeah?” Sanddy was rifling through her bag yet again, completely unbothered by how Miss Hart’s juices were splattered all across her back.

“Smile!” The impish smile had returned to her face as Sanddy held up her phone and aimed it at Robert, an intoxicating giggle blossoming out of her mouth as she watched him flex his chest and stomach muscles and tighten up his bent arms.

“Mum and dad are probably going to wonder why I’m smiling like that while I’m sitting in the back seat looking at my phone,” Sanddy suggested once she’d snapped a picture of Robert.

“Heh…” Robert had relaxed again.

“Now, I’m going to take one of your face for when I’m feeling wistful and romantic,” Sanddy managed to sound both ironic and sincere at the same time as she zoomed in on Robert’s smiling face.

“And one of your cock for when I’m feeling horny and slutty.” Sanddy’s voice changed so that she sounded almost alarmingly aroused, and her phone was nearly short-circuited by the torrent of precum that whisked past it on its way to her tits.

“I think I should get a photo of you as well,” Robert’s remark was followed by a happy grin as he continued fisting his cock in a leisurely fashion while keeping the massive cumtube aimed straight at Sanddy.

“You will,” Sanddy promised him, “just as soon as you’ve called me.”

“Good,” Robert tugged his foreskin back a little harder and plastered a gush of prejizz onto Sanddy’s toned belly.

“Uh-huh, you’ll get one shot of what I look like when I’m thinking about you, and one of what my pussy looks like when I’m thinking of you, and I’m going to demand of you that you jerk your big, hard, fat cock while looking at how wet and pink and swollen my sweet snatch is from thinking about you giving me the fucking that I deserve.”

“Fuck,” Sanddy groaned after her boobs had been the recipients of the umpteenth bolt of precum to come rocketing out of Robert’s pisshole since they’d first met, “a few more blasts like that and you’re going to make me cream myself.”

“I do get extra points for avoiding your face, right?”

“I’ll spend a few hours sucking your cock the next time we meet as a thank you for it,” Sanddy’s promise made Robert so excited that he lost his aim and allowed the next sizeable discharge of prejizz to race past her at about a yard above her head.

“Before you do that,” Robert had decided that he should give her something substantial to look forwards to as well, “I’m going to have you take a seat in a couch and sit there fingering yourself while I pummel you with blasts of precum.”

“Fuck,” Sanddy groaned against as she waivered between looking at Robert’s face or at his cock, “I’d better get my clothes back on straight away or I’m never getting out of here. I just came back to tease you a little, and look what happened!”

“Would that,” Robert had to pause due to Laura’s orgasmic hollering, “Would that really be such a bad thing?”

“Don’t ask me questions like that,” Sanddy’s cheerful reprimand was followed by her adopting a more thoughtful expression that involved her coaxing another batch of prejizz from Robert through the enticing puckering of her full lips, “So, can I bend forwards to pick up my thong without finding myself impaled on your giant fuckmeat?”

“Maybe,” Robert shook his fuckstick at her.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to chance it then,” Sanddy decided, and proved unable to keep from jiggling her ass at Robert as she bent far further down than what was really required to scoop up her flimsy underwear from the floor.

“It’s fucking soaked!” She observed before slipping it on and turning towards Robert, letting him see how she pulled its waistband high up over her hips so that its front disappeared up between the bald, meaty lips of her juicing quim.

“I guess I’ll have to tie this together with a knot,” Sanddy had moved over to pick up her top and was holding it up in front of her tits, “which would be a lot easier to do if it was wet.”
Seconds later, Sanddy let out a delighted cry as the blast of precum ripped the torn tank top out of her grip and left it drenched and draped over her mountainous boobs.

Sanddy had soon fixed the top so that it was stretched thin to cover her tits and the knot at the front looked ready to burst at the first sudden move that she made and then she went on to pick up her jeans and folded them over her arm before picking up her bag and stuffing both her sweater and the bottle into it.

“Aren’t you going to put the rest on?” Robert asked.

“I want you to remember me like this until we meet again,” Sanddy announced, “so I’ll put them on out in the corridor.”

“Now,” Sanddy inched herself closer to Robert with an exaggerated sway of her wide hips, “first I’ll kiss you on the mouth.”

“And then,” Sanddy smacked her lips in the wake of their long kiss that had involved his balls pumping against her thong-clad pussy, “I’ll kiss you on the cock.”

All Robert could do was to let out a lengthy groan as Sanddy wrapped both hands around his prick and held it so that she could place her velvety lips against it and offer its head a warm, loving kiss that soon developed into her having taken all of the fist-sized orb of sensitive cockmeat into her mouth.

“Better than me blowing you a kiss on my way out the door, isn’t it?” Sanddy asked Robert as she held her lips tantalizingly close to his cockhead, to which he responded by some frantic nodding of his head.

“And you’ll remember me like this?” She enquired of him.

“Yeah… I… yeah…”

“Promise?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good,” Sanddy smiled up at him and then took his cockend into her mouth one last time before gently rolling it past her lips and giving it a long lash with her tongue, spitting a healthy amount of saliva onto it and finally waving back at him as she disappeared out the door, a look upon her face as though what she really wanted was to drop everything and rush back to him to have him fuck her silly for a few hours more.

She didn’t though, and Robert found himself wondering what was to come next and when he would get to see her again.