Creamed Beauty

Creamed Beauty
by Jonathan Eddington



Sharon gazed up lovingly as Nick grew closer and closer to cuming. He smiled down at her, then gasped loudly as the first spurt shot forth. Just in time Sharon closed her eyes and turned her head, allowing his warm sticky cum to hit her cheek and nose. He gasped again, and she felt more narrowly miss the tip of her nose, though some did catch her top lip. A few more gasps came from Nick, but she felt nothing more, so she looked up to see the ecstasy in his face, and the last of his load dripping from his cock. Tenderly she reached up and wiped the tip on her cheek, causing a few drops to land on her collarbone.

“Fuck” gasped Nick. “You look amazing babe.”

Sharon smiled. Nick always said that after he had given her a facial, but really, she must look a mess now. She had lost count of the number of times he had cum on her face over the last year or so they had been together. At the start, he had suggested a few times that she check herself out in the mirror, but she had been worried she would find it disgusting and never want him to cum on her face again. Now Sharon had grown too long to see his expression as he was about to give her his load. Plus she was curious about why he liked it so much. He had told her various reasons, and one was how she looked wearing his cum. Maybe she looked better than she thought…

“I’ll get a towel,” said Nick, as his breathing returned to normal.

Before Nick had a chance to move, Sharon pulled herself up by his arm and signalled for him to wait. Purposely she strode over to her phone and picked it up. Swiftly she opened the camera app and gazed at herself on the screen.

Risky

Risky
by Jonathan Eddington



Jo lay back on the grass in an empty area of the park. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders and spread across the warm summer grass. With a wicked grin she squeezed her beautiful breasts together with her arms, making her already magnificent cleavage even more inviting.

"Fuck me" she whispered, gazing at me with her hypnotic eyes.

Without a word I joined her on the grass, not caring that we were still close to the path. Our lips met and I savoured the sweet sensation of her soft welcoming lips. Those same lips that had been expertly sucking my erection only moments ago. The gentle breeze that was cooling my shaft was replaced by the warmth of her hand as she slowly began to stroke it.

"Fuck me" Jo insisted, lifting her skirt to show her damp thong.

Deftly I slipped the flimsy material to one side and positioned myself on top of her. With experienced ease she guided me into her, her silky wetness feeling so hot and inviting. Nearby we heard the crunch of footsteps on a gravel path. Perhaps on the same footpath we had taken. Nervous excitement tingled through my veins at the possibility of us being caught adding to my already raging arousal. Quickly we built a steady rhythm. My thrusts and Jo's panting matching the increasingly louder footsteps.

Jo let out a moan of delight, and the crunching steps stopped. I tried to glance over my shoulder, but could not see anyone. Yet the knowledge that someone had heard drove me to thrust deeper and harder.

"Over there, through the trees" came a whispering female voice.

"Where? I can't... Oh yeah!" clearly replied a male.