Page 68 of Steve's Barmaid
We headed to the bedroom, and I disrobed immediately, Steve following suit. His dark green cock was more swollen than I had ever seen it and was leaking copiously at the tip.
“On the bed,” I breathed.
He clambered up wordlessly, spreading himself out before me. I’d seen his cock before, but for the love of God, it was magnificent. Textured and knotted andalmosttoo big. I knelt before him and took his entire cockhead into my mouth, sucking it ravenously. He tasted salty and sweet, and I wanted more. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him in as deeply as I could.
“Billie.” He pulled me gently up by my hair. “I need to eat too.” His eyes were dark pools of unmasked hunger.
Oh.Oh. “Do you want to—” I paused.
Surely, Steve wouldn’t even know what sixty-nine meant. I had only ever done it a few times. Being a curvy girl, I always felt self-conscious about sitting on someone’s face. Honestly, I didn’t believe girls who said they weren’t. It felt so… exposed. I was lost in my own train of thought about face-sitting when Steve took matters into his own hands. He dug his hands into my hips and lifted me over him, settling one knee on either side of his head, which spread me wide upon on top of him. I pitched forward in shock as his tongue snaked out and plunged deep into my core before licking up and down each fold methodically. So this is what it was going to be like having a partner? Someone who cared about me as much as I cared about them?
I shuddered under his touch, already inching toward combustion when I gathered my senses and realized if I leaned forward just a bit, I could pull the head of his cock into my mouth while working the rest of it with my fist. I lapped at the slit at the head of Steve’s cock, while stroking him up and down enthusiastically. All the while, I felt warmth spreading out from my core as Steve switched to sucking on my clit and delving two fingers in and out of me.
I had to pause licking his cock because I was panting so hard and trying my damnedest not to grind against his face. I felt my whole body locking up as he rhythmically pumped in and out ofme with his thick fingers and laved at my clit with his wonderous tongue.
“Steve,” I panted.
“Just let go, stop worrying,” he said, barely stopping what he was doing to respond.
I let myself collapse on him, and he pulled my thighs even tighter around his face. With his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me had me feeling like my whole body was sped up and quickly running toward the edge.
“Steve, fuck, oh fuck. Oh, it’s too much. I can’t—” I gasped, starting to feel like I might burst.
Steve may as well have been deaf because he continued with the same rhythm and pace, unrelenting. My vision started to grow hazy, and then I felt my whole body lock up as I combusted. I felt myself gush all over his face. Steve removed his fingers and continued to lap at me gently, cleaning me and, from the sounds he was making, savoring the taste of me. I felt entirely boneless as I came down, panting heavily. I’d never come that hard in my life.
As my vision returned, I realized Steve’s hard and dripping cock was still inches from my face. I had just entirely failed at sixty-nining. I started to pull myself up on shaky arms and legs.
“Steve, I’m so sorry I didn’t even get you to finish,” I said, suddenly embarrassed.
I clambered over him and sat next to him where he lay in bed with a giant grin on his face, his lips and chin still shining with my juices.
“Are you kidding me?” he laughed. “I just saw you come completely undone from my fingers and mouth alone. I’d do it again now if I thought you could take it.”
He reached out and stroked down my side. I contemplated our options. Then, a lightbulb went off in my head.
“I think I am a little too overstimulated to dothatagain, but I do have something else we could try,” I said, giving him a mischievous grin.
“Oh?” he said, looking intrigued.
“Go get some of those oils lining the edge of the pool,” and I directed, “and I’ll be ready for you when you get back.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
STEVE
Ileft Billie thoroughly sated on the bed, and headed to the hot springs. She was right. Numerous bottles of oils and soaps lined the edge of the pool. I grabbed the oil, wondering what she had in store for us. I returned to find a scene nothing short of perfection. Billie was spread out on the bed, knees bent, with each of her hands massaging her nipples. Wordlessly, she reached out a hand, taking the bottle into her hands.
“Climb over me,” she directed.
I swung my leg over her hips, ready to mount her, rutting into her until I filled her with my seed, but it seemed she had something slightly different in mind.
“Scoot up higher,” she said, opening the bottle of oil.
I shifted upward so my legs were on either side of her torso, my cock shamelessly leaking all over her amazing breasts. Billie poured some oil onto her hand and then stroked me up and down until I was glistening. Then, to my surprise, she wipedthe remainder of the oil onto her breasts and tossed the bottle aside. She looked up at me, eyes hooded with lust, and took my cock into her hand. She positioned it into the valley between her breasts, then used both hands to press her breasts together, with my cock trapped between them. It was all finally starting to click together.
“Billie, you want me to… fuck your breasts?” I asked uncertainly.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do, Steve,” she said, pressing them more firmly together. “Look at these babies. It would be a waste not to,” she said, pressing them more firmly together.
