Chapter 4
Alter a week at college, Connie had the feeling she was being slowly pulled in opposite directions. It wasn't the classes because they were no problem. In fact, they were a bit of a disappointment. They covered things she already knew and even used books she was already familiar with, so studying was not necessary. The real trouble was her leisure time. There we almost nothing to do. The one movie house in town ran X-rated movies only, and she was too young to get in. That was it as far as cultural activities went. She wasn't big on touch football, Frisbee, or softball. Which left walking, talking, sleeping, and sex. She had soon discovered that she could only do so much walking and sleeping. She needed someone to talk to. Only everyone else was busy with the last alternative; sex!
The dorm was a continual game of musical beds. She hadn't yet discovered who was supposed to be chaperoning the gathering. Maybe no one. What was tearing her apart was Carl. After that first startling session when he had caught her, unawares and horny, he had left her strictly alone. He ignored her. He ignored her when she was dressed, half-dressed, and undressed. Which, of course, was exactly what she had insisted upon. Which should have made her glad.
She was beginning to wonder if maybe she didn't have any sex appeal. Sure, she wanted to be ignored; sort of. She was supposed to be faithful to Paul after all, but Carl didn't look at her. Here she was, deliberately parading around the room in her scantiest panties, and he wouldn't even glance in her direction.
She was horny. Her entire body was hungry for some of the sex that was so rampant in the dorm. But she was being faithful to Paul, she told herself nobly. And, besides, the most convenient male was ignoring her. Totally. It was a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon. The dorm had a sleepy quiet that was all a facade. Behind all those discreetly closed doors she knew there were lust-tangled limbs and passion-sweaty bodies. It made her cunt ache with desire.
She sat down on her bed. Carl was stretched out on his, reading. She opened her mouth and started to say something, then slammed it shut again. No, she wouldn't ask him. She couldn't ask him. But she had to do something!
She lay back on her bed, leaving one foot trailing to the floor. She lifted the other to the cool sheets and bent her knee. She stared at the ceiling. She slid one hand up her body and curled her fingers around her tit and stifled a groan. She tried not to, then couldn't help herself, and squeezed the warm, yielding mound. She brushed her thumb over her nipple. The rosy bud burned and stiffened. She sucked in a loud, hissing breath.
She didn't look over at Carl, and closed her eyes so she wouldn't be tempted to. She thought about Paul and their marvelous night on the golf course. Her guts fluttered with need and excitement. She pressed her cunt through her panties, felt the moisture on her fingertips. She let her thighs spread wider. The hunger in her guts grew as she massaged her pussy. She groaned deep in her throat as she played with her heated flesh through the damp nylon.
She was just getting herself hornier, but she had to release the excruciating tension. Obviously, just pressing her cunt through her panties wasn't going to do it. She moved her hand upward until her fingertips touched the satin-soft skin of her naked belly. Then she eased her fingers under the elastic, moved them down under her only covering. Soft twists of hair tugged past her fingers. Then the middle one eased into her hot, slippery crevice, brushed right over her clit. Her hips jumped in response to the blazing jolt, even though it was expected. She moaned and slid one finger into the hot, sticky, ripple-walled hole of her cunt. The feeling of the elastic walls being eased open by her finger brought a hot, heavy wave of fluids down on her hand. She pressed her palm down on her clit and slipped a second finger into her hungry cunt. The panties were in her way, restricting her freedom of movement, making it hard to probe her finger into her cunt. Awkwardly, she heaved her hips up and skinned the panties down her thighs, then, bending her legs, stripped them off and let them drop to the floor beside the bed. Then she went to work on her exposed cunt with both hands. She probed the fingers of her right hand into her pussy while tormenting her clitoris with the fingers of her left. Her hips heaved and bounced on the bed. The springs squeaked and complained. The pumping movement in her crotch produced a sticky, wet noise. She smeared her cuntal secretions over her aroused flesh. She was panting and whimpering softly as her excitement roared higher and higher and higher.
She rolled her head, opened her eyes, and looked across the room. Carl's steady, blue eyes met hers. He was watching her and there was a mysterious glitter in the depths of his eyes.
The knowledge that he was watching her play with herself sent Connie's lust soaring. She closed her eyes and felt her orgasm coming closer and closer. She was going to cum, just a fraction of a minute more and she was going to cum. She was cumming, cumming, cumming! Her body was swirling in searing flames of pleasure, her cunt was spasming around her pumping fingers. Endless thick waves were flowing over her hand as her cunt convulsed with pleasure.
Through her blazing ecstasy, Connie was faintly aware of a door opening and closing. It meant nothing to her at that pleasure-packed moment. Then, as her orgasm began to fade, she opened her eyes, and found that she was alone in the room. The discovery gave her a pang of regret. Abruptly, she felt more lonely than she had before masturbating. She clung to her crotch with both hands for a moment, and then let her entire body go limp. The satisfaction from her orgasm was drowned in a huge wave of loneliness. She lay back on the bed.
The sound of the door opening made her stir. A wave of hope swept through her. She lifted her head and looked to see what Carl was doing. Maybe he had just gone to the john before coming to her. But she didn't want him…she wanted Paul.
Not true, she told herself. It was a cock she wanted, any cock. Her hopes were dashed when a girl followed Carl into the room. Connie lay there, shocked and dismayed at the sight of the amply built red-haired girl. A real redhead, Connie noted when the girl shed her robe casually. The girl was about five-foot-three with big tits, rounded hips and a thick, dark-red cuntal patch.
Carl ignored Connie completely. The redhead flashed her a quick, nervous grin before turning to Carl and undressing him. When she had his pants down around his ankles, she gave him a gentle nudge with her head, and he sat down in a chair. Kneeling in front of him, the girl pulled his pants off. He was naked.
Connie looked longingly at Carl's hard-on. It stood up like a pole in his lap. A shaft of sunlight spilled over it, spotlighted it, and dramatized its contours-the duskiness of its head, the throbbing hardness of its shaft. His balls huddled beneath his cock in their hair-covered sac. Carl leaned back and looked down at his cock, and at the girl still kneeling between his feet. He smiled as she daintily took the base of his prick between her thumb and forefinger. Holding his cock steady, she leaned forward, and began to delicately lick his towering hard-on. Her pink, pointed tongue speared out and touched his hot cock, down near the base.
The girl paused and picked a hair off her tongue, then resumed lapping the base of his prick. She even licked his scrotum. The wrinkled bag moved with the friction and his nuts shifted inside it. The redhead licked one long stroke, from base to tip, straight up the surface of Carl's prick. His cock pulsed visibly in response to the intimate caress. Her tongue left a gleaming stripe of saliva on his hot skin.
Connie's belly knotted. She wanted to heave herself up and flee the room, but couldn't. Something-curiosity? horniness?-kept her pinned there. The summer breeze from the window swept over her naked body. Her tits ached in a way they never had before.
The girl kept licking Carl's cock. She lapped around the shaft near the base. She worked her way slowly upward, toward the bulbous tip. Using her grip on it to tilt it this way and that, she made sure she bathed every square inch of his rigid cock.
Reaching the curving pink-purple cockhead, she licked it as if it were an ice cream cone. She stroked the velvety flesh with long sensuous sweeps of her pink tongue. Her face was a study in pleasure. Carl's was shining with sweat. His lips were skinned back over his teeth. Obviously, he enjoyed watching the girl lick his cock.
And so did Connie. In spite of her recent orgasm, something about the sight was making her body flame with lust. Her mouth watered as she thought about doing what the redhead was doing. Connie's cunt pulsed hungrily with every licking sweep of the girl's tongue over Carl's cock. Her feelings were so strong they blotted out everything else, lying on her side, her head on her scrunched-up pillow, Connie watched avidly. She was absently stroking her cunt in long slow sweeps, which were in time with the licking tongue across the room.
The redhead straightened slightly, leaned farther forward. She opened her lips, lowered her mouth over the thrusting column of Carl's big cock. Closing her lips around the shaft, she drew her head upward. Her mouth stimulated every nerve in the last inch and a half of Carl's cock.
Racked by a powerful convulsion, Connie lay on her bed watching. The red-haired girl's nipples, a dusky red, were blatantly erect, even though they had not been touched. In fact, Carl had not laid a hand on the girl. The only explanation of her obvious arousal was the act she was performing.
Connie quivered with aching lust. Just watching was getting her unbelievably turned on. She wondered what it would feel like to lick and suck a boy's cock.
The redhead continued her task, bobbing her head down to take Carl's cock into her mouth again. She lifted her head, slid her sucking lips up his cock. Her cheeks were caved in she was sucking so hard. The word "cocksucker" slithered through Connie's mind and she suddenly realized she understood the vulgarity for the first time. But there was something incredibly arousing about the vulgar act. The redhead was sucking Carl's cock. She wasn't lifting her lips clear off his prick. She stopped with just the tip of his cock between her pursed lips, and then pushed her head down again. She was keeping her mouth constantly in contact with his nerve-loaded cockhead. Her lips were stretched by his incredible bulk. She had her jaws wide open so her teeth were not in contact with his sensitive flesh. Her eyes were closed, her forehead creased in concentration. The tips of her tits were brushing the edge of the chair with every stroke.
Connie knew an aroused man's prick seeped a hot, slippery lubricant. Carl's cock had to be dripping into the girl's sucking mouth. Connie shivered with excitement at the thought of actually tasting those thick secretions. Carl was clutching the arms of the chair now. He was no longer relaxed.
His flat belly was knotted. He stared down at the girl sucking his cock.
His face was shining with sweat in spite of the breeze from the window. The girl was taking more of his cock into her mouth with every downward thrust of her head. She drove it down, and almost half his shaft disappeared into her mouth. Then she paused, worked her lips as if she were trying to draw in a huge strand of spaghetti. Her throat knotted and her belly sucked in. Connie knew she must be fighting the urge to gag. She was taking Carl's cock clear to the back of her mouth now. She began moving faster. As she picked up the pace, her nostrils flared.
She sucked in air when the knob of the cock was not corking her windpipe. A shining drop of perspiration started hesitantly down her side from her armpit.
Rigid with concentration, Connie continued to watch. She knew that it was about to happen. She knew that Carl was bound to cum soon. She wondered how the girl was going to deal with the thick, creamy jism that was going to burst from Carl's cock. Connie wondered if the girl would pull back and let the pearly spurtings spill down over Carl's pulsing cock. Connie half hoped the girl would do that, so the eruptions would be visible. But what if the girl actually took the hot load of cum into her mouth? The thought made Connie's stomach knot and her pussy weep with excitement. The thought was more sexually exciting than the thought of getting to see each wad of jism burst from the tip of Carl's prick.
Whatever happened, it was going to happen very soon! The girl was snorting as she continued to rapidly suck Carl's cock. Her body shook with every violent motion of her head moving up and down, writhing and twisting as if she were in the grip of an orgasm of her own. She was still steadying Carl's prick with one hand. She was fondling his balls with the other, rolling them on her fingers, stroking the area behind them.
Connie saw the egg-shaped blobs in Carl's scrotum draw up close against his body, and sensed the tenseness in his groin. His hips were quivering and thrusting, jamming his cock up each time the girl's face came down on it. Then he gripped the sides of her head and pushed her down on his cock, hard, and held his ass up off the chair. The portion of his cock that was visible below her sucking mouth pulsed, and a quiver ripped up from the base, up along the underside.
He was cumming. He gave the red-haired girl no choice. He was forcing her to take his cum in her mouth, straight down her throat. Her throat contracted violently as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. The cock continued to convulse, emptying glob after thick glob of creamy jism into her mouth.
Connie's cunt was clenching stupidly around thin air. Her body writhed on the bed as she watched. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have cum burst into her mouth and spill down her throat and as she wondered what it would taste like; her mouth watered.
The redhead ran out of oxygen and pulled up enough to unblock her windpipe. She sucked in a huge breath. Her chest swelled visibly. Her nipples scraped the chair and then shivered. A silver-gray mixture of saliva and jism escaped from her lips and slid heavily down Carl's still-pumping cock. She tried to catch it with her tongue, and then sucked on his prick to clean it of its excess cum. The convulsive jerking of the shaft slowly died away, and it was over.
Connie watched with searing carnal hunger as the red-haired girl carefully licked off the last drops of cum. She licked Carl's drained and softening cock clean before straightening up and looking at him smiling contentedly. Her chin was shiny with spit and jism, as were her lips. She wiped them with her fingers, and then slowly licked her fingers clean. Carl looked over at Connie. His expression was one of cruel satisfaction. Connie realized with a jolt what she should have known from the start. The entire thing had been staged for her benefit. Carl was throwing it up in her face, that this girl wanted him-was willing to satisfy him in any way he desired.
The blow to Connie's pride, already battered by Carl's apparent indifference to her, was brutal. Coupled with her voyeuristically built lust, it drove her up off her bed. Her body flaming with desire, she headed for the door. She was very aware of the fact that she was naked. She reached for the doorknob. Dress around the dorm tended to be casual, but no one had yet appeared stark naked in the halls. Well, she was about to break that tradition and a few others, she told herself. Her bare feet made it impossible to stomp down the hall, much as she wanted to. She was conscious of the cool air brushing her bare flesh. Her nipples responded to the stimulation by stiffening and aching. If she happened to meet a visiting parent, she knew that all hell would break loose, but she didn't care. She was going to prove to that double-crossing roommate of hers that she was as good as any female in the dorm-even that overdeveloped, exhibitionist redhead! She stopped in front of Jerry Peterson's door. She had seen him from time to time, but neither had spoken. His eyes, raking over her body, had said all that needed to be said. He had the hots for her, and she knew it. She knocked on the door loudly, ignoring the pain in her knuckles. "Yeah?" Jerry asked, opening the door. Then it was, "Yeah!" His gaze ripped down over the sleek curves of Connie's petite body. His eyes lit up at the sight of her aroused nipples, the soft mounds of her tits, her graceful legs. Then his gaze settled on her dainty reddish muff and he licked his lips. "Come in," he invited. "Donna's out." Connie's heart was pounding and she was more conscious of her nudity and horniness than ever before. "Do you want a blow job?" she asked him. "What?" Jerry replied with surprise in his voice. The bulge in his pants was answer enough. "Follow me," she ordered. Her pert ass twitching lustily, she led the way back to her room. She heard him stumbling along behind her. Then he caught up and walked along beside her. His eyes were on her jiggling tits.
"You could get in one hell of a lot of trouble, walking around the hall like that," Jerry pointed out.
"I don't care," she answered, stopping at the door of her room as Jerry greeted her roommate.
"Uh; hi!"
"Hello," Carl replied absently. The redhead was in his lap, and he was fondling one of her ample tits with one hand. His other was probing her red-haired cunt.
"Hello, Donna," Jerry said to her.
"Hi, roomie," the redhead said. So Jerry and the redhead were roommates.
So much the better- Donna had hers, so she'd take Donna's. Donna's voice had been soft and warm and throaty.
Connie turned and began stripping Jerry. She hauled his t-shirt up his bare torso. He bent over and let her drag it off over his head. She threw it aside. Then she attacked his belt buckle. When it was loose, she unzipped his trousers and shoved them and his underpants down around his strong, hairy thighs. His cock bobbed heavily. It had begun expanding the moment it was released.
"Sit down," Connie ordered.
Jerry sat. She sank down on her knees in front of him. She dragged his pants down and off, getting his loafers off at the same time. She left him in just his socks. She pushed his feet apart and moved in between them. There it was, right in front of her, the battering ram of his cock! The sight of his huge, blood-engorged prick made Connie gulp. Her stomach knotted. She had had three men in her short lifetime. But she had never had the chance to study a cock this close up. The shaft was pale, marked very faintly with veins. Just below the groove near the tip was a slightly darker ring-a circumcision scar. Then there was a groove that separated the glans from the shaft. On the underside, which was toward her, the groove arrowed up to the tip. Its point was close to the little slit. The glans looked more like a spearhead than anything. The groove gave the impression of barbs flanking the blunt point.
She touched the shaft delicately, shyly, fascinated by the textures. The darker glans was slightly rough in comparison with the skin of the shaft. The skin of his scrotum was dark and wrinkled with a few twisting pubic hairs sprouting from the sac.
She thought it was one of the most striking, beautiful things she had ever seen in her life. It was a thing of awesome power; like a canon ready to blast. It felt hot and hard as she steadied it, lifted it away from Jerry's belly. The flanks were harder than the top and bottom sides, while the glans was softest of all, warm and sort of rubbery to the touch. She stroked downward from the tip with one fingernail. She felt the cock throb heavily when her nail scraped over the soft little mound just below the glans.
Magically, a shining, crystal-clear drop appeared at the tip. She knew that everyone in the room was watching her. Carl and Donna, cuddled together in the chair, were staring at her. And Connie could feel Jerry's lust-hot eyes on her. His face was a blur in the background as she focused on his cock.
Leaning forward slowly, she slipped the tip of her tongue out; let it touch the gleaming drop of man cream. The thick fluid flowed up and over her tongue, filling her nostrils with its aroma. She found the salty flavor not unpleasant, and the scent incredibly arousing. Pursing her lips, she kissed the very tip of Jerry's cock. She sucked up the last traces of his secretions, rolled them in her mouth. Her head was swimming from the taste and smell of his cock's juices. Connie's insides were a tight, hard, hot knot of lust. It was like a steel core had formed in her young body, a hot, steel-hard ingot of sexual resolve and need. Lust and determination dominated her totally. If someone had forbidden her to do what she was planning, she would have turned on them and killed them, without a second thought. Pressing her head slowly downward, she let Jerry's juice-slicked cock wedge her lips open. She dropped her jaw to keep her teeth away from his tender flesh. His hot prick slid into her mouth like an enormous, living sausage. She let it glide the length of her tongue until a warning squirm in her throat made her stop so she wouldn't gag. As she drew her head back she felt the rippled hardness under his soft skin. His cock slid out from between her lips. She lifted off him completely, leaving his prick shining with saliva and a new flow of his oozings. Then, while her stomach knotted with lust, she proceeded to bathe the full length of his cock with her tongue. She felt his skin tug over the rigid core from the friction. She felt the heat of his flesh with her tongue. She loved it!
Twisting awkwardly, she went for his balls. Turning her head, she licked at the slithery sac. His hairs combed along her tongue. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked on his scrotum, felt one nut ooze into her mouth. She massaged it very, very gently with her tongue. With a soft groan, Jerry sagged back. His head thumped the wall behind her bed. He spread his thighs wider and settled down to enjoy the blowjob so willingly being given to him.
Connie got both his balls into her mouth. She licked his scrotum as she measured each testicle. Her soft blonde curls brushed the insides of his thighs as she mouthed his balls.
Finally, she left them, returned to the main attraction-his towering cock. She stroked her tongue along the underside, up the entire length of it, from its base to its tip. Her mouth filled again with the flavor of his man cream. She curled her lips eagerly around his cock. She pushed her head down slowly, driving his prick into her mouth, scrubbing her tongue along the underside, pressing the cylindrical bulk up against the roof of her mouth. Her stomach knotted. Her gag reflex caught her unawares and tears stung her eyes.
She paused, backing off just long enough for the urge to retch to fade. Then, braced for it, she eased her head down again while fighting the gag reflex. The touch of his big cock on the back of her tongue felt good this time, and she eased down farther and farther, until her breath whistled around the curved head. It poked down her throat, cutting off her wind completely, a living, hot cock. Her swallow reflex was triggered, and her throat knotted painfully around the cock. She felt the entire length of cock in her mouth pulse and throb, felt a hot stinging in her throat. For a second she thought he was cumming, but the pulsing faded. She knew it had been close, very close. She lifted her head so she could breathe. She stopped when her lips caressed the groove beneath the glans. She stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue, and then pushed her head down again. She began to move it in a slow, easy, steady flicking motion. She took his cock to the back of her tongue, but no farther. She wanted to feel his cum jetting onto her tongue, wanted to taste the hot jism from his balls. She rolled his testicles back and forth in her fingers, loving the feel of moistness her mouth had left. She curled her fingers around his nuts and squeezed gently, trying to milk their load out of them. She could feel the slender tube curling up toward his body from each egg-shaped cum factory. Never had she been so intimately entangled with a man's sexual organs-a cock in her mouth, balls in her hands. Every motion brought him closer and closer to his steaming eruption.
A hand touched the back of her head, started to push down, and then slid off to one side. Instead of forcing her head down on his cock, Jerry surprised her by caressing her soft hair gently, then brushing a strand back out of her eyes. In reaction, she pushed her face down on his cock quicker and harder, rubbed his prick more vigorously with her tongue. She suck and sucked his cock as she tried to draw the juices right out of his balls with the pressure of a vacuum. She pulled her cheeks against the sides of his tool and ground her tongue against a pulsing vein in his stiff cock and knew that he was about to unload his cum into her mouth. Lifting higher, she squirmed as if she had a cock up her cunt. She curled herself around the cock in her mouth. Lust was boiling through her slender, nude body. Hot sunlight from the window splashed across her naked shoulders as she pumped her head up and down, up and down. She rammed the head of his cock into the back of her throat, fighting to bring him off as violently as possible.
His hips were shifting and rolling, heaving upward as she pushed her head downward. The bed springs squeaked as his ass bounced and jounced. Air slipped between her lips with a harsh sucking sound. She gulped down the waves of saliva.
Jerry heaved his cock into her mouth. She felt his groin knot. She pulled up so that the head of his cock was resting on the back of her tongue. She rubbed his prick with her velvety tongue, felt the shaft squirm as the first searing pulse of thick jism rocketed down it. A scalding, gooey wad of cum exploded from the tip of his prick and hit the back of her throat, triggering her swallow reflex. As her tongue and throat heaved around his cock, shot after shot of thick jism erupted into her mouth. His prick pulsed while spurts of thick creamy cum poured into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed the endless waves of cum, tasted the thick, musky jism in her mouth. Heavy fumes boiled through her head as her tongue was coated with the heavy juices.
She couldn't believe it, but she was cumming too as her cunt convulsed in ecstasy! She held the spurting prick in her mouth as she had an incredible orgasm while a pool of cum formed in her mouth and she swallowed it. A few drops escaped and dripped down onto her thighs.
The spurting of the cock in her mouth declined slowly, faded to a trembling oozing. She felt it losing its rigidity and power. She sucked on it as if she were nursing on a breast. She drew the last thin dribbles of jism out of his shaft with her cheeks, lips and tongue. She didn't release his cock until it was a relaxed lump of soft, warm flesh. Then, before spitting it out, she meticulously swirled it clean with her tongue. Panting, she laid her head on his thigh and rested. She could feel her chin drying slowly, becoming crusty with cum and spit. Jerry was stroking her head softly and gently, his fingers tangling and pulling in her hair. Her shuddering, post-orgasmic breathing slowed and steadied at last, and she sat up.
Jerry looked down at her. "You're crazy."
"Was I good?" she demanded.
"Stupid question," he told her. "Should never ask that about sex. Might get an answer you don't like. You were terrific, though. But in the future it is better not to ask."
A sound caught Connie's attention and she looked over to where Carl and Donna were still sitting in the chair. They were fucking now. She was straddling him, facing away from him, and bobbing up and down. Connie could see his cock in the pink heart of her red-furred mint. It was shining with her juices. Carl was massaging the girl's big tits and digging his fingers into the upper end of her pussy. "What's the matter, wouldn't he let you do him?" Jerry asked.
Connie shook her head. "I wouldn't let him do me," she said sorrowfully.
"So you came down and offered to blow me; that doesn't make any sense." "Oh, I started masturbating. I guess it got him all horny. He left and came back with her, and she sucked him. That got me mad, so I got you." "How come you won't screw around with him?" Jerry asked. "I've got a boyfriend," Connie mumbled, embarrassed, feeling young and foolish about having a steady. "I promised I'd be faithful to him over the summer."
"Jeez, that was a dumb thing to promise."
"I-I've broken the promise three times already," Connie said. "Did you know that half the people in this dorm have steadies who aren't here?"
Connie looked up, afraid he was just trying to make her feel better. "It's true," Jerry insisted. "Look, you aren't married. What the hell! Do you think your steady is being faithful to you?" "I'm sure of it."
"Are you-really?" Jerry probed. Connie nodded.
"Where'd you leave him, locked up in a monastery?"
"No."
"Then I'll bet he's in a girl right now," Jerry snorted.
"No!"
Jerry shook his head. "Boy, have you got a lot to learn." He glanced at the clock. "Got to go call my girl."
"But she's right here!"
Jerry laughed. "I said my girl not my roommate." Swinging one leg over her head, he got up. "Any time you get the urge, feel free. Mark my words, Paul's knocking off a piece right now. What the hell else do you do with a Sunday afternoon, anyway?" He pulled on his clothes, jammed his feet in his loafers, and strolled out.
Carl came to a pulsing orgasm. Donna whimpered her pleasure. His creamy cum spilled out of her straining cunt. Connie slipped her robe on and went to take a shower. As she washed the cum off her chin and rinsed her mouth out, she wondered what Paul was doing at that exact moment.