Make Tara Cummmmmm

You walk past Tara telling her close the door. She closes it then quickly turns to you and….

“Tara you will think that everything I do is perfectly normal and won’t give it a second thought, and call me sir.”

“Yes Sir.” He smiles at her wondering what to do with her. Eyeing her breasts he decides that the first thing is to cop-a-feel. Slipping his hands under her sweater he pulls it off. Face to face with the large breasts he was amazed at how perky they are. Staring at the big areola and lengthening nipples he was momentarily distracted by the thought of sucking and licking them into aching hardness, but brought himself back to focus lest he slip up before the fun starts.

Ordering her into the kitchen he walked up the stairs and opened Dawn's door.

"Hey Dawnie," Xander said with a cheesy grin, whispering quickly under his breath. "So what are you doing?"

"Not much," Dawn said flipping her journal closed and locking it. Xander looked over Dawn in her pj's, so cute and sexy. "But oh, I was thinking about inviting Jenna over for a slumber party. Please." She smiled hopefully. He smiled. ‘If you only knew Dawnie.’

"Well, if you guys don't mind hanging out with little old me, I don't see a problem. Why don't you call them all tell them to come over in about an hour and I'll put together some food."

Xander watched her tight little ass sway back and forth as she walked over and picked up the phone. Reaching down he unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans off the pulled down his boxers and than his shirt. Not worried about being seen by Dawn since he had already instructed her the same as Tera, but it was an added thrill just the same.

Knowing that he had to hurry he quickly opened Willow and Tara’s door and, finding her asleep, ordered her to sleep until she heard the front door open. Spying something he needed on her bed he snatched it up an closed the door.

Entering the kitchen he saw Tara standing there naked from the waist up. As much as he loved to play, there was no doubt at this point that she was as ready as she could get.

“You love me, you want me.” Xander told Tara.

Suddenly her lips were pressed against his. The passion of the kiss shocked him as she rubbed her body against his, her hips rocking.

Pulling away from her he ordered her to finish stripping. After she had undressed, told her to stop for just a moment. At arm's length he let his eyes travel her body soaking up her beautiful legs; noticing the wetness that seemed to cling to her trimmed thatch; the swell of her belly. The pleasant curve of her hips; the full roundness of each breast capped by a hard cherry nipple, and her lust filled face framed by her chestnut hair. Grabbing her he kissed her again. Pressing her lips to his, her tongue swirling around and wrestling with Xander’s she started grinding once more. Pubic thatch tickling up and down the length of his sizeable manhood. He filled one hand with one of her breasts, squeezing, rolling and pinching her hard nipple. With his other hand he reached around and down to grab one cheek of her ass, pulling her against him. Rocking back up against me and changing the angle of her hips just enough to position her wet sex directly over his cock.

“Stop.”

She hovered for a few moments, her swollen slick lips just split around the top of my cock, her juices dribbling onto me, the velvet friction causing my erection to throb. With a whine she stepped back. Leaning forward he whispered into her ear.

“Every breath is like a hundred feathers caressing you, with every breath you will become more and more excited.”

Turning he went to the cabinets. Shifting through several he grabbed a large popcorn bowl and a large blue funnel. Dumping that onto the counter he then went to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of clear soda. Setting one bottle on the counter he opened the other and poured it into the bowl.

Turning to Tera he noticed her muff was dripping with her arousal. Small rivulets of girl cum ran down her twitching legs. Putting the funnel into the bottleneck he knelt down and placed the mouth of it under her cunt. The edges pressed into her thighs, he wasn’t going to let a single drop get away.

“Willow is licking your cunt, Tara. She is wiggling her tongue around your cunt-lips and fingering you.” Tara gasped, a stream of cum juice ran into the funnel splattering the bottom of the bottle. “Each time she licks your clit you cum hard and longer. She’s licking it.” Gasp. Dribble. Splatter. “Lick, lick, lick.” Gasp. Dribble. Gasp. Squirt. Gasp. Spurt. He continued to chant with her continuously spurting girl cum. The fuck juice ran out of the funnel spout like a miniature fire hose.

As the bottle approached the halfway point he paused in his chanting to give her an order.

“Grab the bottle on the counter and drink it. Tell me when you’re done.” If this worked he wanted her primed to produce more as soon as possible. As well as not wanting her to faint from dehydration, he didn’t want to waste any time. On the point of passing the three-fourths mark she told him she was finished.

“Sir I’m…” Gasp. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. “…finished.”

“Good, now drop in between my arms.”

The bottle fell and bounced. Luckily hitting his leg and not his dick. Finally, as the cum nectar approached the top of the bottle he switched the bottles missing several spurts in the process. ‘Damn, fuck, shit.’ Once again he began the coitus solution generating chant. This time he was determined to keep all of her cum in the bottle. Softly chanting her watched as her cunt constantly convulsed spewing out his ticked to greatness and power. Closer he saw drops tracing the edge of her lips sometime dropping, sometime sliding down her leg. Closer still spurt after spurt he watched fascinated as her sexual organs produced another volley of slick semi-clear ambrosia. So good. Good.

He himself gasping he pulled himself out of the trance he had been pulled into. Shaking his head he looked at the bottle, the line was approaching the taper point of the bottle.

Not wanting to spill anymore he changed his chant.

“Every gasp makes you calmer, less soaked. With every spurt you cum less and less. With each lick you slow down. Lick. Lick.” Less than an inch left. “Lick. Lick.” Standing there Tera gasped, her last trickle filling to bottle to the very top.