Facial story: He came on my face

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It had been too long since Jack had last seen Rosie in any real, special way. 

He was extremely nervous as he sat in his vehicle in the parking lot of the cheap motel, just a few miles from his home. She came out holding the keys, then led him to their room.

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The room was cool, for it was November, and the last tenant had left a window open. It was also dark, the entire little unit bathed in a dark blue hue from the setting sunlight pushing through the curtains. Everything in the room was a different shade of blue, which perhaps was why it seemed colder inside than it was outside. Neither of them bothered turning on any lights as the door closed behind them.

Painted white with cum

Jake made a mental note not to try and pretend this was some innocent event. He had the urge to surpass the obvious tension in the room by just appearing casual, maybe flopping onto the bed and turning on the TV, as if this were just any normal vacation, and the sex would come naturally. No, he told himself. He had to do his part to keep things progressing. A virgin without a single girlfriend in his past, Jake had been waiting too long for this, whatever it happened to become.

Rosie sat down on the foot of the bed. The squeaks it made were not loud enough to distract either of them from the reality of what was going on. She swallowed hard and looked at him, standing in the entryway, when they finally made eye contact.

“Come here,” she whispered, her voice softer and shakier than she wanted. She reached out to him, and he stepped toward her until he was standing before her at the bed.

“I want you to give me a…facial,” she said.

Rosie pulled Jack’s pants down and stared ahead at his boxers, tented by a huge, fully erect cock. She knew she should have used the moment to stop and call this off, but she wanted it too much. She pulled the boxers down.

His dick was breathtaking, she thought, as it bobbed into view, pointing right between her eyes. It was a soft hue of flesh, pale but not exactly white, smooth and rigid except for where bulbous veins ran its extensive length. The head itself was larger and rounder than any other cock head she’d ever seen, and it was already leaking pre-cum; a large drop had gathered at the tip and was slowly sinking, threatening to fall off with each passing second. Rosie’s mouth watered and her tummy growled. She felt extreme heat and wetness between her legs.

As the drop grew larger and drooped lower, Rosie allowed her eyes to shift past it and check out his fantastic set of testicles, looking large and heavy as they hung in his smooth, closely-trimmed sack. In fact all of him was shaved there, which was nice, but surprising. It was a little strange really; not only was Jack’s dick proportionately too big for his slim body, his balls were proportionately too big for his dick.

Rosie looked back to the drop of pre-cum, hanging ever lower, connected by just a thread and drooping fast. Instinct flashed through her, and she almost went for it, but didn’t even have the mind capacity to know if she’d catch it with her hand or her tongue. Jack put his hand there, catching it just in time and squeezing it back against himself as he gripped his cock.

She watched as Jack stroked his cock, the fat head already wet with pre-cum and the giant balls swinging.

He stroked himself harder, slower. His cock was buzzing with need. The sound of his flesh being stroked filled the room.

.

“Oh…” he groaned, pumping himself faster.

The hot energy coursing through her body was suddenly concentrated in two areas in particular, between her legs and across her chest. Her nipples were so hard they felt like they were being pulled.

Rosie’s shirt was off, and then her bra, and quite suddenly those two big, heaving breasts–milky white with distinct tan lines, fat, two inch nipples and widely spread areola–spilled into view.

.

She arched her back, again presenting her breasts.

“You can touch them,” she said.

And then she looked up into his eyes.

Jack placed his fingers on the bare flesh of her freed chest, taking handfuls of her soft but strong body, and pleasure zapped from her nipples to her heart to her spine just before she struck orgasm.

It wasn’t an all out climax–had it been one, Rosie would have had that cock of Jack’s deep between her legs so fast that she might have accidentally killed him getting it there. But the small quake she did experience was both satisfying and dangerous nonetheless. She even went so far as to dart forward to his crotch, opening her mouth to receive him, but catching herself at the last second and dipping past him, planting her lips flush against his skin at the side of the base of his cock, hoping the feel of him like this would substitute for taking him inside of her. She moaned into his body, revelling in the feel of his hot dick brushing the side of her cheek even as she told herself to stay away. She was shaking like a brittle leaf, panting, her lips against Jack’s skin, unable to pry herself away.

Jack had never been so close to cumming for so long. He teetered on that edge, feeling Rosie’s mouth at his base and her blonde hair surrounding his cock, her silken strands gently caressing him, setting his nerves ablaze. He released her breasts and grabbed the back of her head again, holding her firmly to him, though she had yet to make even a weak effort to pull away.

“Why don’t you suck me?” Jack asked through gritted teeth. “Please fucking suck me!”

Finally Rosie backed away, just enough to free her lips so she could reply. Panting, she said, “Cum on face. Now. Do it. You know I can’t suck you…”

Jack’s hands were now on Rosie’s cheeks, holding her face gently, though his fingers were rigid. He looked down at her, even though she made a point to avoid matching his gaze.

“Yes, you can,” he said. He knew what he was doing. He knew Rosie wanted to suck him, but if he shot his load on her before she gave in, then she wouldn’t have to do it. But if he held back, then maybe she would cave under the strain.

Then Rosie dipped forward, opened her mouth, her lips encircled his cockhead, hovering…and then she had second thoughts and backed away. Jack was so sure she was going to finally take him that he started to cum.

“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Oh God, Rosie, please taste my cock!”

The hot load was still on its way up Jack’s shaft when Rosie finally gave in, signalling the breakdown of her restraint with an audible and very sexy feminine whimper. She grabbed the base of Jack’s cock with her hand and jerked him off while at long last she opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and lapped at the underside of his dick just as the sperm blasted out. Jack roared, struggling to stay on his feet as Rosie licked his cock as though it were an ice cream treat melting in the sun. His cum went everywhere, spitting across her tongue into her mouth, splashing against her lips, spraying her face so hard that at times it actually splattered off and then back onto her.

Jack’s head was spinning from the sensation of getting his cock licked for the first time. Even if it wasn’t true, this was still better than he had ever imagined it would be. The experience was heightened by the fact that he had so much cum stored up, and with this long-awaited release, he was effectively drenching Rosie and flooding her hungry, open mouth to the point that his jizz was spilling out the corners of her lips and running down her chin, her neck, and trickling on toward her chest. Fortunately, despite the increasingly thick mask of cream she wore on her face, not enough had hit her eyes to cause her to close them, because now she looked up at him, watching him watch her–a small drop of white stuck in her left eyelash–and he felt that she was, impossible as it seemed, just as excited as he.

She swallowed big, taking a significant amount of his sperm deep inside her, then even smiled as the last bit of cum spilled out from Jack’s cock and dribbled onto her chin.

The mouthful of cum she had just taken down her throat was bigger than any load she’d ever swallowed.

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