A Taste of What's to Come Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Taste of What's to Come Part 2

... eating a few weeks before. She was dripping wet, and so with an easy swipe of her pussy juices with my cock, I comfortably slid into her incredibly warm ass. One single dip. I pulled out and had my cock covered in a coat of her wonderful ass juices. She moaned on that thrust, and turned her head to see what had come out. "Oh god, so good. What flavor is it today?" she asked. I got off the bed and walked around to her side, my untouched cock still covered in those juices. She leaned close to my member. "Mmmmm, sea salt caramel," she said with a giggle. "Ready for your popsicle Ananya?" I asked. She looked up at me with innocent schoolgirl eyes and cutely nodded. Another pop of her lips and her mouth was wide open. I eased that ass juice covered cock of mine into her mouth. But I didn't thrust. She wouldn't want me to. And Ananya was happy to receive it that way, as she proceeded to suck every drop off her juices off of my cock. She licked her lips and swirled her tongue around her gums. She swallowed and made a sigh of relief. "Oh god," she whimpered. "It's so fucking tasty. Why is it so good?" "Do you want--" "YES! More more more, please baby, please," she groaned. I skipped around the bed and back to where I was. One more dip. Just one. Back around again, and back into her mouth. "God I love popsicles," she said. She started to lick her lips again and noticed the way that I was looking at her. She laughed. "Oh, where are ...

... my manners?" She laughed some more. "Want to share?" she asked. I smiled and leaned next to her onto the bed. We started to make out, swirling the juices from her ass and my cock around and around. It was a nearly indescribable taste. After wanting it so bad, after fantasizing about it day after day after day, and after having become so familiar with it, I loved the taste of her tangy Indian ass so much. So intimate, musky, complex and intoxicating. And I was the only one who knew her this way. No one else could say that. Maybe a friend could figure out what gift to give her on her birthday. But it felt empowering knowing that I've repeatedly experienced the unmistakable taste of her sexy ass juices, and that she'd be willing to share that with me. I lost my patience. I reached over and stuck a finger in her ass. I pulled it out quickly and sucked my finger dry. Then I did it again. And again. And I gave some to Ananya too. Soon the room was filled with the sound of an assembly line rhythm of finger plunging and finger sucking. An occasional moan. And a waft of ass permeating her bedroom. There we were, exhausted and entirely satisfied, soaking in the warm spring day. The sunlight seeped through the partially closed blinds, and we laid there enjoying each other's silence. It was all so peaceful, until a sound all too familiar to Ananya caught her ear and widened her eyes. "Shit. My mom's car," she said. To be continued...