Run - Chapter 30: Spilling (mf Fb ped anal oral swallow inc creampie rim brother/sister)

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Chapter 30: Spilling

It started with the lightest of scrapes. Gene shot awake from a shallow sleep to see light leak in from where the door to the room was slowly opening. He was on his feet before Silver's head leaned in. The man nodded silently and withdrew. Gene grabbed the pistol, tucked it into his waist and pulled his shirt over it. He slid out and crept behind Silver to the end of the passageway.

They took several sharp corners before slipping down a set of steps. Silver led him into a small room with a metal table along one wall and closed the door. Holly paced just inside.

“Well?” Gene said.

“Marisa will be here in a moment. We're getting off this boat.”

“How?”

“How long can you hold your breath, Gene?” Holly said with a wry smile.

“What?!”

“Kidding. Same way we got on. We're taking a submersible. Took some work, but once Marisa comes, we've got a clear exit.”

“Won't they notice us taking off?”

“Yes. Can't be helped. Hopefully we can get away before they torpedo us.”

“Lovely.”

“Keeping you on your toes, Gene.”

The door opened and the woman from the submersible which had taken Gene to the Cambridge popped her head in. “It's time.”

She led them quickly down a passageway and into the dock where several submersibles were silent and sleek. They were soon inside and seated, the cramped space filled with Gene, Holly, Silver, Marisa, and a man Gene had never met.

The man called back, “let's do this!”

Red lights exploded in the bay as the vehicle kicked on and water filled the lower part of the compartment. The man said, “this always seems to take so long...”

Gene's stomach was kicking in circles as the excruciating process took far longer than he'd hoped. He saw several people enter the interior dock just as the submersible slid below the water. As soon as it was under, the man released the locking and the sub spun quickly and started towards the small opening in the rear of the compartment.

They passed through in seconds and shot away from the Cambridge, moving quickly to gain distance and rise towards the surface.

Marisa sat next to the unknown man, calling back, “two following.”

Nothing more was said for several moments as the craft ascended and held a steady, straight line away from the submarine.

Marisa said, “releasing screen.”

Holly leaned into Gene, said, “hiding us from them visually, not from radar. That comes next.”

“Releasing chaff,” called Marisa.

The man turned the vehicle sharply, diving down so suddenly that Gene's ears threatened to burst.

“Releasing chaff,” Marisa said once more, followed by more sharp turns and an ascending move. “Screen.”

Gene knew it was only moments, but the eternity of waiting felt like passing through molasses as his guts churned.

The man called back, “coming up on bottom. Full stop. Everyone shut the fuck up and don't breath.”

Holly whispered in Gene's ear, “you can breath, just keep it very quiet.”

The craft settled on the sandy bottom carefully and the buzzing noises went silent. If Gene felt claustrophobic in his room before, it was nothing compared to the eerie black silence that pressed in at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean as he waited for their pursuers to catch up with them.

- - -

“Her butt?”

Finch nodded in response to Lauren's question.

“And she liked it?”

“Uh-huh... me too...”

“Jesus...” Lauren had never let her boyfriend near her asshole, let alone put his dick in there. She tensed her hole unconsciously as she wondered how anything of that size could feel pleasant moving inside.

She tried to imagine what it would be like to be sandwiched between Georges and Finch, her holes filled with their lovely penises. The fifteen-year old shuddered at the thought, found herself growing aroused, curious. “And she let you shoot it in there? In her butt?”

“Yeah... it was hard to, she's really tight so it was hard to shoot. But I did...”

Lauren knew her panties were becoming very wet.

“But... wasn't it dirty? You know... cause that's where she shits...”

Finch shrugged. “I dunno. We did it in the water...”

Her hand moved to her brother's thigh where he sat next to her on her bed. She said nothing as she knelt down and unzipped his fly, pulling his five-inch penis through the opening. In seconds she was sucking Finch's cock to the sounds of his panting.

Lauren pushed him back on the bed and rose over him, pulling her panties off in one motion. She sat down on his lap, rubbed her hard clit along his shaft, then slid her brother's penis into her pussy.

She moaned as she rode Finch, the boy's hard cock feeling hot and filling inside her body. Lauren imagined what it might feel like to take that same dick in her other hole, her tighter hole. She shuddered and climaxed. “Ohhh... Ohhh... ohhh... yess.... uhnn... uhnnn... cummming... uhnnnnn...”

Finch thrust up inside her as she came, her brother becoming very good at fucking her through her orgasm. Lauren was on fire, her body shaking, her mind racing at the taboo feeling of cumming with her brother's penis inside of her.

She slowed and rested a moment, Finch's hands fondling her breasts through her nightshirt. Lauren gave into curiosity. “I wanna try it.”

“What?”

“In my butt. I wanna try what you did with Hannah.”

Finch grinned and Lauren felt his cock twitch inside her slick, fifteen-year old vagina.

Lauren stood and looked down at him. “So... what do we do?”

“I dunno... she made me touch her first, you know... finger it.”

“Ok...” She felt both incredibly turned on and somewhat disgusted at the thought of her brother's finger inside her butt. She hoped it wasn't going to be gross.

Lauren slid onto her back and pulled her knees to her chest, rolling her hips back and up, opening herself for her brother to see and touch. She wasn't sure what position to be in for this act, so she went with what felt right and braced for the unusual sensation she was sure would come next.

- - -

Finch slid off the bed and knelt down between his sister's legs. He stared at her swollen pussy a moment, the sight of Lauren's naked, hairy vulva making his cock pound and throb. He looked lower to where her dark, wrinkled butthole almost hid between her lovely ass cheeks. Finch ran his fingers over Lauren's slit, teasing her clit and then drew down to her backdoor.

She flinched as he touched her anus, twitched again as he touched it again. She was a mostly dry there. “Maybe lick it, Finch.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Lick your butthole?”

“I dunno, Finch!” She sounded confused. “Your the one who puts it in butts. It needs to be wet, I know that much!”

“Ok...”

He leaned forward, unsure that he wanted to lick his sister's butthole, knowing what he might accidentally taste there. He lapped her pussy a moment, savoring the creamy salty sweetness of Lauren's hairy cunt. He let his tongue move lower, lower, and without knowing it, he was smearing her creamy discharge around her anus.

It wasn't bad. Not just not bad, he liked it. He could taste nothing but her pussy as his tongue swirled around her closed hole. Lauren moaned as he licked her butthole. Finch grew bolder, pushing his tongue just inside, the dark ring dilating slightly, her body shuddering as he pushed in saliva.

Finch loved the sensation. Licking his sister's tight asshole was nothing like lapping at her pussy. It was rougher, hairy around the hole like her pussy, but tighter, less yielding to his tongue. He moved a finger up and slipped the tip inside. Lauren tensed but didn't resist. Finch worked more saliva inside, used his finger to probe her velvet rectum as it grew more yielding and slicker.

From time to time, Finch noted a bittersweet taste that didn't fully register for a while. When he realized what was on his tongue, he nearly pulled back. But Lauren was writhing, into the sensation, and despite his reservations, he pushed on, fingering her tight asshole as he licked around the hairy opening.

“Try now,” Lauren said breathlessly, “put it in...”

Finch stood and put the tip of his cock against his sister's anus.

“Go slow, Finch... Slow...”

He pushed forward.

Lauren squeaked. “Whoa.... hold on... hold on...”

Finch held very still, the head of his penis suddenly nestled just inside the tight, dark ring of her asshole.

“Wow... you feel so big in there... Oww... hurts a little... hold on...”

They both held still, breathing heavily, each throb of Finch's cock causing Lauren to flinch and groan. His body moved on its own and before she could resist, another inch of his penis slid inside her rectum.

“Owwww! Oh... Damn... how did she do it so easily...”

Finch tried to hold still, remembered that Hannah had Georges' penis in her pussy while he was in her ass. Maybe that was the secret.

He slid a finger along Lauren's slit then penetrated her vagina just above where his cock sat a couple of inches inside her ass. He started to finger her fifteen-year old pussy and her movements changed, responding to the pleasure, her own fingers soon circling her clit, her hips beginning to move against the dual penetration.

Finch moved slowly to join her rhythm. His cock barely moved in and out as she started to build and tense. In moments, he'd worked another inch inside his sister's ass, then another, soon fully inside her and starting to stroke in and out of her tightest hole.

- - -

Lauren was on fire, burning, her asshole felt sore and raw, but the pleasure of the fullness, the dirtiness of what she was doing with her brother turned her on. She wanted to be dirty with him, wanted him in her most private of places. It hurt but when she rubbed her clit and felt his finger move inside her vagina, she liked the pain, liked the pressure of his penis in her ass.

She started to rise and fall, her body straining at the new sensations. Her legs wrapped around Finch's waist, pulled him against her, the fourteen-year old's cock sending pain and pleasure into her body. He started to breath heavily and she knew he was about to cum in her ass.

That sent the fifteen-year old girl over the top. Her body sweating, her breath coming in gasps, she climaxed, writhing hard against the sodomy, the burning, pulsing pleasure in her guts hurting so good. She let out a long cry, then another, felt warm wetness spreading inside her.

Lauren looked up to see Finch's eyes closed, his mouth open, his penis unloading inside her butt. She took his cum deep in her bowels, the teen's boiling semen barely felt, but his orgasm all to intensely experienced. He slammed against her twice as his climax peaked, jism firing into her velvety rectum, sperm pooling inside her dirty hole.

Finch rested over her, then collapsed on her chest, his lips meeting hers. They kissed a long moment, Finch's penis pulsing as it leaked the last of his cum in her sore hole. Lauren could smell it then. It smelled like ass. Her own raw ass. She almost panicked and tried to push him off, but held back, unwilling to spoil the moment. It felt like it smelled. Raw, dirty. And wonderful.

Lauren found herself incredibly horny just then, her need powerful, like the smells coming from their sodomy. She slid a hand between them, found her clit, and in seconds, exploded in a powerful orgasm, her anus clenching and forcing out her brother's half-hard penis.

Cum sputtered out and ran down her crack as the fifteen-year old came, the girl unable to hold back as her body spasmed. Long moments went by before she relaxed and Finch rose off of her. She smelled her ass more strongly then, but she was too tired to much care.

She saw Finch stare between her legs and she felt then a moment of shame. She knew she was a mess, dirty. She could smell what was probably there for him to see. Lauren wanted to hide and disappear.

Finch surprised her then. Instead of backing away in disgust, he knelt down and started to lick her asshole, cleaning up the messy cum dripping out of her raw, sore anus. He was gentle, caring, eating his own cum and whatever else had slid out of her butt.

As he finished, Lauren found herself laughing.

Finch looked at her, cum on his chin, not as dirty as Lauren expected. “What's so funny?”

“Nothing... that was just... so good... so good... I want to do that again and again... all of it...”

“Right now, uh... I dunno if I...”

“No... no... not right now... I'm pretty sore back there... but again soon... deal?”

“Absolutely...”

“Come here.” Lauren slid under the sheets, her ass still dripping small globs of semen on to the bed. She pulled Finch into her arms and wrapped her legs around him. She kissed her brother deeply, tasted his sperm and her ass in his mouth, found the combination wasn't gross at all. In fact, she rather liked it.

- - -

Tamara had slowly stalked mostly north for hours with Hannigan and Erol before they got to the area where Hannigan could survey the surroundings. They had often hidden as they encountered bands of armed men, unwilling to engage anyone who looked threatening. A few others had been out, moving quickly from place to place. Scavengers, messengers, whoever they were, Tamara and the others stayed out of sight until they passed.

The sounds of fighting had rung heavily in the first couple of hours of darkness before dwindling more recently to sporadic bursts. Those bursts had grown closer the further they went, however, and Tamara felt more tense with each step.

The climb up the tallest building had been exhausting, but thankfully, also unnoticed. It had been ransacked, at least the first few floors, but further up they found bottled water and enough packaged snacks to fill their bags with a few days of sustenance.

By the time they reached the top, it was only a few hours before daylight. In the darkness, they looked out from each side to see fires raging in many quarters. It wasn't clear where troops might be deployed, and despite hearing gunfire and occasional explosions, didn't see enough to know where they might slip through the lines.

“Can we just sleep here awhile? We're all exhausted.” Tamara's thoughts were clearly echoed on Erol's face.

Hannigan shook his head. “Not here, not up here. A shell hits anywhere near and we might come down with this place. We'll find somewhere low and get some rest.”

Tamara nodded with resignation. The trip down was much easier and faster, and just before dawn, they entered a small neighborhood with tightly packed single-story houses. Hannigan crept along a few before finding one he thought might be unoccupied. He jimmied the door open and slipped inside, returning moments later to signal the others to join him.

“I'll take first watch, you two get some sleep.”

It was a small home, one bedroom and a very small living area. Erol collapsed on the couch while Tamara tucked into the small bed and was out immediately.

- - -

The wait on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean was perhaps the worst experience of Gene's entire life. There was nowhere to go, nothing to see. The darkness was heavy and thick, and his eyes started playing tricks on him, first from the edge of his vision, then more and more vividly producing hallucinations.

Holly leaned into him, whispered, “I know, Gene. I feel it too. We're almost done here. We have to be sure we aren't followed...”

He closed his eyes finally.

It could have been minutes or hours before Marisa's voice called back, “firing up, we're making our run.”

Gene leaned forward as lights of red and yellow flashed on the console, overhead and floorboard lights blinding him as they warmed the interior. Holly rose off his shoulder, a pool of drool on his shirt. She smiled at him sleepily.

The craft rose slowly after a few minutes and began a careful movement forward. There were lights shining out into the deep water, but they showed little and did nothing to ease Gene's fears that they would crash into something. Still, at least they were moving again.

They rode in silence for about half an hour before Marisa stated, “if we haven't lost them by now, we aren't going to. Might as well open 'er up.”

The craft hummed louder and Gene could feel it moving faster ahead. Silver slid down to his knees, his voice a shout over the noise of the engine. “We need to talk.”

Holly nodded, listening.

“Set aside Gabriel a moment. Too much we don't know there. I finally discovered something, something I've been working on a long time. It's about Armenia, Holly.”

Gene saw Holly tense.

Silver paused, asked, “uh... maybe I should discuss it... later...”

“Spill it, Hi-Ho,” Holly spat. “Gene's in deep already.”

Gene's brow wrinkled, “Hi-Ho? Oh... Silver, right...”

Silver shrugged and continued, “that call, the one that I traced to Madagascar. It never felt right to me, something wasn't adding up. Never believed it was some random thing, that call coming in when it did to Anna's phone. It never rang, but her phone got the signal long enough to register.”

“We know all that,” Holly said impatiently, “tell me something new.”

“The line traced back to a dead end, pay phone, nothing recorded in our system had ever gone to or from that line.”

“I know this...”

“I'm getting to it.” Silver sipped from a canteen, offered it to Gene. “I wrote a listener and some analytics code years ago and dropped it on that line, just in case. Nothing ever hit, all the calls made to and from were normal. I even followed up on hundreds that had the slightest chance of something interesting. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until four days ago.”

Holly looked intense. “Tell me.”

“Outbound call to a cell which I geolocated to Wolfach, Germany. Same signature as before. It connected but dropped before the cell rang. Same exact thing. I'd bet both my nuts that this is no coincidence.”

Holly was a mask of concentration.

“Could it be Anna again?” Gene asked. “Maybe she's in Germany?”

Silver shrugged. “Hard to say. The cell is one of those disposable types, generic registration. No other data on the call or either end, nothing else in the logs for the cell, never been used that I can tell. Holly, it's worth looking in to.”

Holly nodded once, said, “maybe... The plan for what we do next never got beyond not being torpedoed. I had expected we'd try to look up Spider. Maybe... maybe this puts us on a different course.”

Gene cut in. “Holly, this is pretty thin. Are we really going to go all the way to Germany just to find out that whoever had that cell has been gone for days? I've been on wild chases since this started, this one feels like the weakest yet.”

“There's something else I haven't told you,” Silver said. “Wolfach maps to something else. Holly knows what I mean.”

Gene looked at the blonde, waiting for her to explain.

“Dad took me there a couple of times when I was little, always told me it was a vacation, but I know he was working. He had a bunker there, called it an 'underground condo' where we stayed. It was one of his most secure places at the time.”

Silver pleaded. “Holly, I know Spider and Gabriel... that's all important, and we'll have to face that soon enough, but... Goddamnit, I've been picking at this scab for years and I'm going to Germany with or without you two. I have to know. I have to.”

Holly nodded. “I'm in. Gene?”

“What choice do I have?”

Holly smiled deviously. “Mouth, pussy, or ass. Not that you can't choose them all...”

Gene shook his head and leaned back, closing his eyes.

- - -

Logan watched as Juliana bent over to pick up a small crate of tools from the barn floor and caught a glimpse of the white panties she wore under her florally skirt. She looked back in time to catch him staring and he pretended to watch the horse nearby. He didn't know why he couldn't stop looking at the woman. She was old enough to be his mother.

It made him sad to think about his mom. She'd been gone from him so long he was starting to forget to think about her constantly. He wondered if she was alive, safe. An image of her from months before flashed through his head, his mother wearing a skirt very similar to the one Juliana wore then. At the time, Logan had not yet reached the point of masturbating or having sexual thoughts, but like the woman in the barn with him, he'd seen his mother bend over and caught a glimpse of her panties beneath. His cock got hard at the sights, both in memory and in front of him.

Juliana paused what she was doing, seemed to be looking down at his crotch. “Logan... were you just looking at my panties?”

“Uh...”

“It's ok... Pretty normal to be curious. I was curious at your age.”

Logan cocked his head. “You looked at women's panties?”

Juliana laughed. “No... well, maybe, I don't really remember. But when I was your age, I started to develop and get... urges. You know what I mean.” Logan remembered that he'd just a couple of days earlier watched the woman pee then jerked off in front of her, accidentally cumming on her pants. He seemed to recall she had gotten off on the ride back.

“Yeah... I uh... yeah, urges...”

Juliana glanced around, had an odd look in her eye. “So... you and your sister... you... have urges together?”

Logan froze. “Uhhh... Ummm...”

“It's ok. I know about some of it. I had a talk with your siblings, and my children as well. I guess I should talk to you, too...”

Logan felt very uncomfortable.

“Tell you what,” she said, “let's have a talk, just the two of us, and if we can come to some agreement, maybe I'll let you look at my panties again. Deal?”

Logan's penis was pressing against his shorts. He could only nod.

“Good. Let's climb up into the loft. More private up there.”

She sat down the crate and started climbing the ladder. Logan stared up her skirt the whole way, hints of the woman's private flesh just beneath the cotton underwear. He could think of nothing but masturbating.

There was a thin blanket stretched over the floor and the short woman settled down, her legs crossed, just a hint of her panties viewable as he sat beside her.

“Logan, I know you and your sister are doing things that aren't normally ok. Don't be ashamed. I've accepted this. Is it something you want to do? Are you being threatened? Is she forcing you?”

“N-No... no... I like it...”

“You sure? Be very honest with me...”

“Sure. I... I sometimes touch her when she's in bed... just the other day we... we almost did it...”

“Almost did it?”

“Almost. I was... you know... almost in her. When I shot. But not in her. So she said we didn't do it.”

“Ah, ok. And you want that?”

He nodded enthusiastically, grinning, “she said that soon maybe we'd do it for real. I thought that might be yesterday, but, umm, we didn't.”

Juliana considered this a moment, then drew her knees up a bit, exposing her panty-covered crotch. “I also know that my daughter had some urges with you and your brother, yes?”

Logan found himself aroused to talk to the woman about his experiences. He nodded again, said, “mmm-hmm... she used her mouth and hand... she was good at it. Maybe not as good as me with her hand but I liked it.”

Juliana laughed at his last statement, then shook her head. “Ok... I see you seem to understand what is going on, so, I'll tell you what I told them. It only happens if everyone wants it, ok? Never force it, never without permission, ok?” Logan agreed. “And Mr. Henderson never finds out, understand? Never. Not about you and your sister, or Hannah, or... the way you stare between my legs. Especially not what happened during the ride the other day... understand?”

Logan wasn't sure why they had to hide it from Henderson, but he agreed, making a note to be careful when the man came back around.

Juliana seemed to relax. “Now...” She looked conflicted a moment. “Logan... I may be older than you kids, but I still have urges... and... I get pretty lonely up here without Erns. Means that I do what you do a lot and take care of myself, know what I mean? Like you did in front of me?”

“Yeah,” he giggled. “I saw you.”

“What?”

“Uh... I saw you, uh... take care of yourself.” His confession came out in a rush. “I-could-hear-you-and-I-wanted-to-see-and-I-saw-you-doing-it-and-I-did-it-too-and-I-couldn't-help-watching-I'm sorry...”

Juliana looked shocked a moment then tried to compose herself. “Well... I...”

Logan said, “it's ok, everyone does it, right? Just feels too good, see?” He rose and pulled down his shorts, revealing his small hard penis. Precum drooled out of the tip. His fist started moving along his shaft.

“Logan... Uh... slow down... please... slow down. I... oh, god... Am I really?” The woman shuddered. “Ok... wait, Logan... here...” She stopped his hand and pushed him onto his back. Logan waited, panting, his cock jumping up from his groin.

Juliana paused over him, clearly uncertain that she was really about to do what she wanted to do. She gave in. Logan watched her lean down and hesitate just a moment before sliding his little penis between her lips. He groaned audibly.

The woman mewled as she started to gently suck him. Her lips and mouth were warm and wet. Logan was in heaven. Juliana's eyes met his a moment and he saw her smile around where his cock rested against her tongue. She pulled off, said softly, “you taste good, Logan. So good... You can cum in my mouth if you want to...”

He didn't respond and she slid him back between her lips. His excitement overwhelmed him. His body jerked, twisted up, his fingers made fists. His hips rose to meet her mouth, and in three quick spasms, he started ejaculating into the woman's mouth. “Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm,” she purred as his salty semen flooded her throat and coated her tongue. She sucked him gently through his powerful orgasm.

Logan felt euphoria rush through his body as his seed squirted out. Juliana held him for a long moment before pulling back and closing her mouth. She swallowed, then grinned. “Ohmygod... I just did that... I just swallowed your cum, Logan!”

“I... I know... I liked it...”

“I bet you did...” She ran a hand down under her skirt and into her panties, then drew them back. “I'm so wet right now...” She looked at him a moment. “Would you... would you like to taste me, Logan?”

“Sure... what... uh... what do I do?”

Juliana smiled. “Well... I'll lay down like this.” She was on her back seconds later. “And I'll pull down my wet panties like this... and then I'll spread my legs and offer you my privates.” She did so and Logan stared at her trimmed, hairy genitals, his penis hard once more. “Now, you get down between my thighs and kiss me there. That's it... kiss it... oh, yess... now use your tongue and slowly lick up and down... up and down... oh, Logan...”

The salty, creamy sweetness between the woman's legs was over-exciting. Logan had never tasted anything quite like it. It was musky, pungent, very slick. He lapped slowly at first, then when she told him to do it faster, he did.

“See this part right here? That's my clit. I want you to use your tongue on it... circle it, lick it... kiss it, lick it... oh, Logan... Ohh... Ohh... I'm going to cum... Ohh... Ohhh... Yesss... YESSSS... OOOOOOHHHH”

Juliana's legs rose into the air and Logan was intensely trying to keep her moaning. He loved the sensation, the flavors, the way she moaned, the way she smelled. He ate her pussy like he was a starving boy, and only when she shuddered for several moments and grabbed his head did he stop.

“Whew... oh... wow... ohmygod... ohmygod... Logan... ooohhh... too sensitive for more right now... but... thank you... oh, wow...”

He smiled. He'd clearly done good. It was instinctive when he rose up and crawled between her legs. He put his hands to either side of her body. He felt his penis twitching against her hairy, wet opening.

She froze, held him tightly, said, “uh... no... not that, Logan. No. Not until... I can't be your first... not your first... I'd love to... but, no... that is for... someone else...”

He felt pangs of disappointment.

She smiled at him, kissed his forehead, said, “to be your age again. You're ready to cum again aren't you?”

Logan nodded, almost desperate to plunge himself into her body.

“Bring it up here. Use my mouth like you want to do to me down there.”

He did as told, his feet beside her arms, his penis dangling over her mouth. She opened her lips slightly and he pushed inside.

Instinct took over. He closed his eyes, imagined he was penetrating her pussy, began thrusting in and out of her mouth. Juliana sucked as he fucked her lips, humming as he began to move faster and more urgently. Logan felt himself straining, cum rising quickly from his balls. He cried out, pushed down, heard her moaning encouragement. Semen rushed out and flooded her mouth as he orgasmed, spasming, burning, euphoria warming him from his groin and filling him with pleasure. Logan could see pale white fluid spilling from Juliana's lips.

He held as long as he could like that, looking down to see his little penis in between the woman's lips. Logan finally pulled back and slid down beside her. She swallowed his ejaculate and pulled him to her, holding him against her breasts, still covered by the top of her skirt.

“Oh, Logan... you are a wonderful lover... and I love it when you cum in my mouth...”

They held silently together a moment before she said carefully, “please, Logan... add this to the list of things never to let Mr. Henderson know about, ok? And... at least for now, don't tell the others, either, Ok? I... just let me tell them first. Until then... our secret?”

He grinned and nodded. “Promise. Can we do it again soon?”

She let out a small laugh, looked down his body, “I'd say 'again' might be 'now' judging by how you never seem to get soft. Wanna cum in my mouth again?”

He could only nod and smile.