Down by the River (F/M) pt2 | 2016

"Good morning" Vicki called out holding back from yelling to keep from waking the late risers.
She was holding her arms over her breasts and I realized they were both swimming naked. Their towels were draped over a branch, right next to their clothes. I started to navigate my way down the steep bank to retrieve them but Aaron jumped up out of the river.
"I'll get your towel, baby" he said looking back at Vicki paying me no notice. The next second and a half took a lifetime.
I tried not to stare and turned my face, not nearly as fast as I could have. In fact probably a little slower than would ever pass as a sincere effort to protect one's clear lack of modesty. There might have been some up and down looking as I turned away. I got an eye-full and a half. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. First of all he is the first nude man I have seen with that much body hair. I didn't realize I found that so hot until that moment. My husband trims his pubic hair, not all the way off but pretty close and by comparison it is sparse. He says he prefers how it feels but I suspect he also likes to think it makes him look bigger. Aaron's crotch had a great tuft of black hair that connected to the hair on his thighs as well as his stomach. Amid his dense public hair was a very impressive cock. Even freshly out of the river, it hung and swung back and forth as he shook the water from his hair. We don't skinny dip all that often but when my husband gets out of the river he jokes about how his cock must have retreated back to his ass because only his head shows. I was pretty sure my husband isn't even that long fully erect. The head was a fat mushroom shape and the shaft nearly just as thick. it was knocking against his thighs and I could imagine the thud of it's impact against my own. He took a couple quick steps towards his towel as my head turned away and I made a show of now starting to avert and cover my eyes. This motion took my mind of navigating the slope of the river bank and the grass wet with morning dew. I started to slide backwards. I waved my arms and tried to catch my balance and keep from falling into the mud or rocks below me. Instead I stumbled a few steps down right into Aaron.

He noticed my stumble right as he had been wrapping his towel around his waist. He dropped it to catch me, as much an act of self defense as it was of chivalry as I would have bowled him over had he let me fall. My whole body landed against his. I had slipped heels first down the slope and my feet slid on either side of the foot he had placed forward as he braced to catch me. His wet knee slid between my thighs as I fell back into him until my crotch was on his thigh and my back landed up against his chest. Although he is much taller than me he was standing down hill on this steep slope and his cock pressed right against my ass. It didn't just squish away, it pressed back against me. He caught my torso in his hands at the same time and they wrapped around so much of me. His span from thumb to little finger covered my entire torso around my rib cage and what passes for side-boob on my small frame.

I wish I could say that at this point I swiveled my hips into him or said something seductive but I just blurted out "sorry oh my god sorry" My whole body was blushing at this point, I could feel the heat in my face radiating out and down through my core and it only got worse between my legs, I felt like I was on fire. I regained my footing a little but couldn't get myself on my solidly on my own two feet without using Aaron's body as a handhold. I placed one hand on his chest and reached for the nearby tree branch for support. As I stood up and stepped away from him my ass lifted off his crotch and I felt his dick bounce a little against me. He had swelled noticeably since he got out of the river and I liked to think that being slammed up against me helped a little bit. He wasn't erect but hanging slightly swollen like that gave me the first real sense of what I was getting myself into, or rather what I was intent on trying to get into me. Disbelief was still my strongest feeling, but desire was quickly catching up. He gathered up Vicki's towel and walked it down to her without any attempt to cover himself. While he delivered them to her I picked his towel up off the ground and held it out for him my head turned away slightly. A few moments later I felt him gently tug it out of my hands and heard him laugh and say "If you're trying to protect my modesty, it is a little late for that. Besides, this towel is not going to do me much good this wet and dirty"
"No use for wet and dirty, eh?" I had no idea what made me say that, I don't make those jokes usually. I was way out of my element at this point. He was still standing there completely naked while his girlfriend dried off behind him and I just realized that my husband was still standing at the top of the bank taking this whole scene in with a huge smile on his face. He called down to Aaron "she's even dirtier and probably just as wet, but why don't you use my wife to dry off, she pretty much owes you. After all, you did just save her life."
Aaron's eyebrows lifted and he looked at me quizzically and up at Ryan, who must have given him a nod, and then back at me. "Well?"
I looked over my shoulder at my husband, who gave me a wink and a nod before turning and walking out of sight back towards the camp sites. I placed my hands on Aaron's shoulders and pressed my chest against him rubbing my breasts and belly against him, my shirt getting soaked in the process although doing very little to actually get him dry. I took a step around him to his side and continued rubbing my clothed body against him. By the time I was behind him the front of my jean shorts and my t-shirt were as wet as if I had jumped in the river fully clothed. I had my hands around him, resting on his pecs while I ground my body against his, doing very little drying and lot fantasizing about what was to come.
Aaron turned around just as Vicki was climbing up the bank past us. She placed her hands on my hips and leaned over me to give him a soft kiss. I was sandwiched between the two of them for a moment. Her lips parted just slightly and their tongues just barely flicked against one another before parting. She then planted a quick kiss on my cheek and whispered in my ear just loud enough for Aaron to hear as well "have fun, you two, see ya in a little bit."
As Vicki worked her way carefully up the riverbank, Aaron kept one eye on her to make sure she got past the slippery part alright but as soon as she reached to top his attention seemed to lunge at me. His actions seemed direct and deliberate, without hesitation or doubt. He held my face in his hands, I felt so small, his hands were the size of my skull. One of his thumbs brushed against my lower lip and pulled it down slightly, parting my lips and opening my mouth a little. I looked up at him expectantly and leaned towards him, gently closing my eyes and waiting for him to kiss me. He didn't make a move. My heart sank a bit and I opened my eyes to find him leaning over me, making the most intense eye contact.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
I nodded and gave him what I hoped were sexy wanting eyes.
"I need you to say it, if you don't tell me what you want then nothing is going to happen."
"Oh my god, I want you to kiss me"
I had barely finished the statement and his lips crashed into mine. His tongue slipped across my lips and danced on mine. He took his hands off my face and wrapped one arm around behind me pulling me halfway off my feet and pressing me hard against his body. He was an aggressive kisser, biting and pulling at my lips, filling my mouth with his tongue. His hands grabbed at my body too, tugging and pulling in way that made me feel completely desired. This man coveted me and I was loving it. My legs were actually quaking at the pleasure and excitement I was feeling, and he was clearly enjoying it too. I could feel him swelling and rising, pressed tightly against me, not totally hard but no denying his arousal. He must have become aware of this fact as well because he broke off our extended kiss and with unexpected shyness gestured with his eyes towards his own crotch.
"If we are going to ever get back up to the others I should probably cool my jets and get some clothes on. I can't exactly waltz through camp with a raging boner"
"I think you've got a little ways to go before we reach 'raging boner status' wouldn't you say?"
"I'd be a very happy man if I could take a rain check on that."
"I think we can arrange that."
"Good. I would like that very much" He smiled wide, his teeth shining white from deep within his beard as he gathered up his clothes and began to dress. He pulled his shorts up and I was amazed at how he had to tuck and sorta shove his penis down through the waistband to get them on. He pulled his shirt over his head and I felt a little bolder than I usually do. I went in for one more kiss, putting one hand on his hip pulling him close to me and I tried to give him the same kind of kiss he was giving me. I must have been doing it right because as he was pressed against me his cock pulsed and bobbed against his shorts while we kissed.
I broke it off "Alright that's enough for now, but I'm not even close to done with you. I am going to head up first, you should probably think unsexy thoughts down here for a minute before you follow."
"Wish me luck"
I blew him a kiss and fought every urge to stay, every urge to look back, to run back and jump him right there on the riverbank. Somehow I succeeded and made it back up to the firepit where Ryan and Vicki were talking over cups of coffee. Nobody else had made it out yet but there were soft sounds of stirring from the tents as people were waking up. They both looked up at me as I approached.
"Back so soon, babe?" my husband inquired.
"I didn't think we'd see you two until lunchtime" Vicki added.
"Haha, guys. Cute. The day is young. Plenty of time for trouble yet." With that I wrapped my arms around Ryan and gave his a big kiss on the back of his neck. I took the seat next to him. I was a little nervous and self conscious given the circumstances. I had no clue what he and Vicki had been saying to each other and they both knew exactly where I had just been and what I had been doing.
"He's a pretty good kisser, isn't he?" Once again Vicki managed to put me at ease with her directness.
I didn't know how to reply so I bit my lip and shrugged a little before concluded "yeah you could say that"
Ryan looked intensely interested. So I broke out a few more details to give him the thrill I suspected he wanted.
"He certainly knows what he's doing. I like that. His beard and mustache feel really good too. They are so thick but surprisingly soft. I find it incredibly manly."
"Go on..." my husband encouraged me smiling slyly.
I obliged him. "There's just a way about how he acts. He takes what he wants but insisted that I tell him that I want it too. Unnf, it is incredibly sexy. I kinda melted a little, ok maybe a lot of melting. Suffice to say it was hot." "Is that so?" He prodded the way he had in the past when we had roleplayed similar scenarios of me telling him in detail how I had been ravaged by a fantasy lover.
I looked to Vicki for her ok to keep gushing on and she seemed more tickled and amused than turned on but she still gave me a look that seemed to say "proceed" you beautiful fool. So I proceeded. "Oh god, yes. Incredibly hot. His hands are gigantic. They wrapped all the way around me. And his arms,so thick and firm" I was pouring it on pretty thick at this point "when he held me against him I felt...a massive shift between us, any hesitation melted away and I let go and allowed myself to be consumed." I was hoping for a turned on husband but I was instead greeted with giggling and nervous shifting in his seat. "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" Vicki cracked first and let out a lumberjack's guffaw. I turned around slowly and sure enough Aaron was standing right there as red faced as I was earlier.
"Room for one more here at story time?"
"Always, my friend" offered Ryan gesturing to the seat next to him leaving me to choose either the seat down next to Aaron or the one next to Vicki. I opted for the latter.
Ryan and Aaron leaned in to talk privately to one another, I presume to make sure everything was as above board and in the open as it appeared. It made me happy to see them talking like that. I had to ask Vicki "So, how long was he standing there?" She gritted her teeth a little "The whole time?"
"Pretty much" she confessed "you were on a roll, it didn't feel right to stop you."
Luckily being such good friends the four of us had a laugh about it and by the time the rest of our guests got themselves together and joined us around the fire we had changed topics several times and hopefully didn't tip our hand to anyone else. I had been flirting with some rather public displays this morning but I didn't really want to announce to everyone present what I was planning on doing. By this point that planning had taken over all of my thoughts, all I could think about was concocting a reason to get myself alone with Aaron, to get him up to the house with me, to get him alone somewhere along the river, to sneak into a tent, to yell fire and have everyone run away and leave us right here alone together. Anything. I was completely determined.

The rest of the day went pretty much as went pretty much as we had planned the weekend. We took a couple of tubing trips down our stretch of the river from a drop in a few miles upstream back down past our property to a shallow bank at our neighbors that everyone in this area uses since the banks are less treacherous. We played touch football and threw around frisbees and grilled a big lunch that everyone enjoyed. All the while Aaron and I exchanged knowing glances and did our fair share of flirting. As the day crept on into late afternoon my excitement began to turn to frustration. I was aching for the chance to steal away together. It wasn't going to be easy though. We had quite a few guests but not so big a crowd that anyone could disappear for any period of time without being noticed. Beyond that, everyone there was a couple, seeing Vicki and Ryan hanging around for a while while Aaron and I were absent would surely stand out. I started telling myself 'this might not get to happen, not now at least' I shook the frustration out physically and mentally and put myself back in the wonderful moment, surrounded by friends outside all day and resumed having a blast. It payed off, my whole mood changed. The girlfriends and I raided the bar back up at the house and made a big pitcher of spiked lemonade while the boys (all grown men but when they get together like this they seem to turn back in time to some primal state of permanent boyhood, its cute,really) were slugging whiskey out the bottle and built the coming night's bonfire. All thoughts of sexual frustration, even the trepidation and excitement, the rush of flirty energy wasn't there but I was still really happy, and getting a bit tipsy. Then we ran out of ice. Well, to be factual about it, we ladies used all the ice in our drinks. I wish I could say I concocted this brilliant plan and set it into motion. Nope. My husband is an evil genius. That is more likely. I've grilled him on it. He hasn't cracked yet. He still denies it.
My husband calls out "Is anyone not drunk and willing to take my truck down the road to get ice?"
It was Aaron who answered "I still haven't had any whiskey. I'm good. Been pacing myself and I'm 100% just tell me where I'm going. How far is it?"
"Hey, Alice! Babe, can you go with Aaron to get ice? He's good to drive but I don't want him getting lost."
What a wing-man, or is he drunkenly blind to the opportunity I think he is handing me? "Yeah I can do that, he should definitely drive. I'm not drunk or anything but just to be on the safe side."
"The gas station might be out, you might have to go all the way down to the crossing" Ok, he is definitely my wing-man. There is no way the gas station is out, and even if it was there are three closer places to get ice than the crossing he mentioned. He is buying us time.
He tossed Aaron his keys and I threw my arms around Ryans neck and gave him a big lovey kiss. He squeezed me tight and he whispered "I love you, have fun. You can tell me all about it later"
Aaron was getting his shoes on when I had said my goodbyes, he finished and kissed Vicki and we were off. We hiked up to the house. I wanted to grab a bottle of water for the trip. I opened the front door and let Aaron in, I walked in after him and turned to shut the door behind me. I clicked the deadbolt and turned to see Aaron standing there looking at me. The only description I can muster for what I did next is I pounced him. I grabbed at his body and kissed him with a force and aggression I rarely display, I am more often on the receiving end of rougher treatment. I clawed at his chest and pulled the back of his hair while I kissed him hard, my tongue pushing deep into his mouth. His hands squeezed my ass tight lifting me a little off my feet. His long fingers pulled my cheeks apart slightly and pulled enough on my inner thigh that I could feel it pull deep inside me. My back arched and his hand slid to cup my crotch, and I know he could feel my heat through my jean cutoffs. I went for his belt and began pulling it loose from the belt-loops.
"What if someone comes up?"
"Ugh, you're right. We need to get out of here."
I grabbed us each a water. He chugged his right there and grabbed himself another for the road. We hopped into my husband's truck and I told him which way to head out. I slid over a bit on the seat and placed my hand on Aaron's thigh and squeezed rather hard. He let out a small moan. We had driven out of sight of the house but not out to the road yet.
"Pull over right up there, under that tree."
He didn't hesitate a bit. He pulled up right were I pointed, put the truck into park and pushed the bench seat back as far as it would go, which is pretty far but not enough to really get it on. I kissed him quick and opened my door and told him to hop out. I must have ran around the front to the truck because I was there to him just as he shut the door and I pounced him again, pulling his shirt up and rubbing my hands over his abs and through his chest hair. He followed my lead and pulled his shirt up over his head.

While he was still pulling off his shirt I went for his belt again. This time he made no effort to stop me. He really must have need that belt to hold his shorts up because the second I had the belt undone the weight of the things in his pockets pulled his shorts to the ground. He was wearing tight compression boxer trunks that looked like they were being strained to their very limits. He pulled me tight against his body and we kissed deeply while his hands took their time exploring my body. I wasn't wearing a bra today, I am very small breasted and don't pass the coffee stirrer test let alone a pencil test. The palm of his hand moved softly over my breast my nipple rock hard against his palm. He traced the outer edge of their soft curved slope with his fingers and palmed me with his giant hand that somehow made me feel like I was still a handful. (I wish I could explain this in better detail because it is a seriously great move for a petite woman) I proceeded to pull my shirt off and he held me around my back holding me up while bending down to me. His whiskers brushed against me before I felt his tongue dart around my nipple. He pulled gently with just his lips and sucked gently. My small breasts are incredibly sensitive and he touched them just right, warming me up to more deliberate touching. I felt a little self conscious at first standing there topless in the dwindling daylight but he seemed to be enjoying my body and I let those feelings go. While lavishing this attention on my with his mouth his hands pulled at the buttons on my little jean shorts. They were very tight and he had to use both hands to pull them down, dropping to his knees as he did so. Kissing me along my stomach while he lowered himself down.

He looked up and locked eyes with me while his hands slid down my sides and over my slender hips to the waistband of my low-rise thong. He gently them tugged away from my body and I broke eye contact while a moan escaped. He pressed one hand between my thighs, and pushed back gently his finger pressing ever so slightly on my clit before sliding over my labia through my panties until his whole hand was cupping me like before. By the time his palm was resting over my clit and rubbing in a slow circle the tip of his fingers were all the way back to my asshole. I ground against him trying to signal it was ok to get handsy with me. He got the hint and nearly ripped my underwear off me. He leaned back onto his feet lowering himself further and pulled me onto his face, delivering a very wet kiss to my mound. I tend to shake up my pubic hair arrangement but at this time I had a very closely cropped but naturally shaped bush. It had a bit of a velcro effect against his beard and we both giggled a little bit the first time he pulled away and got a bit stuck.
It was nice to feel that touch of levity and made what he did next even more pleasurable since I relaxed a bit more. He gave me truly expert head, responding to my reactions perfectly. Licking me slowly at first, broad long licks over my hood and lips then some teasing flicks across my clit. I found myself at the edge of orgasm very quickly, he seemed to recognize this and backed it down a little, holding me just out of reach for a time. As he built up tension in me again and again I ran my fingers through his hair and started bucking a little against his face, riding him as he partially supported my weight with his hands on my ass. Right as I began to orgasm he pulled me down hard onto his tongue and it pushed past my swollen lips and up into my pussy. I don't know how he did this but he flicked his tongue inside me like nothing I have ever felt before while his face gave me incredible clitoral stimulation. I squirted right onto his face. I have only ever done this twice before and both times involved batteries. He kept lapping at my pussy but I began squirming away, the intensity of the feeling was almost too much. He relented and I my knees buckled when he pulled away, I didn't realize how he was really supporting my weight. I nearly fell right on top of him. He pretended not to notice and licked at my inner thigh, causing us both to go "mmmm" I reached down for him and pulled him up to his feet kissing him deeply savoring my musky taste on his lips and mustache. My own tongue explored his mouth eagerly pushing deeply past his lips.

My hands worked over his body down to his ass which I used to pull him hard against me. His cock was pulled tightly across his body by his tight underwear. It stretched over onto his hip and I couldn't wait to get to work on it. I rubbed my hand ever so gently over it and felt him twitch at my touch. I traced his outline with my fingertips and he seemed to get even harder, straining against the stretched fabric. I kissed his chest, right on the breastbone, given our height difference facing him straight on this is where my lips land. I kissed him down his torso as I lowered myself onto my knees. I leaned over to his side and kissed the head of his cock through his underwear. He let loose a quiet moan. I kissed him again, harder this time. He was a little loader with the next moan.
I pulled his waistband out and down and his dick sprang loose from the confining trunks. It nearly thwacked me across the face as it did. In this position his size was totally off any scale I had in my mind. I actually had to take small scooting steps back from him while on my knees. Now in a better position I still had my hands wrapped around behind him holding his thighs. I kissed his head again as gently as I could. Pressing my lips to the top of his swollen head I got a sense what I was dealing with. I let go of his thighs and gently cradled his balls while dropping soft kisses along the length of his shaft. As my lips reached his base I lapped at his balls with a wide flat tonguing motion. He moaned as I did so I ventured a bit farther and wrapped my lips around one of his impressively large testicles and gently pulled it into my mouth. I took my right hand and wrapped around his shaft taking notice of the fact that my hand could not wrap all the way around his girth. I gave him a few strokes with my hand as I gave parting licks to his balls. I wrapped my lips around the side of his shaft just passed where my hand was stroking sucking at it sideways while I familiarized myself with only the second penis I have ever encountered sexually.
As the reality of the task before me set in I began to realize that a ton of the appeal of really big dicks is visual. Aaron's cock was glorious to behold, with your eyes. But it was going to take a bit of readjustment to my game, so to speak if I was going to do much more than look at it. But oh did I enjoy looking at it so I dragged out the teasing blowjob foreplay longer than ever, studying every last inch of him with my eyes and my hands and my tongue, All of him, the thick pronounced veins, the stiff ridge of the head and the sheer weight and size of it all. But I was afraid that this was going to be a lousy blowjob and I had no clue how and even if I could get him off.

I went for it at long last, and I did better than I expected. I decided to keep it simple and go with what I know I do well. I pushed my lips together into a tight pucker and I pulled his tip right to them with one hand. I rubbed him against my lips and slowly pushed them open with his head. They spread wider and wider and I began lapping at him with my tongue and letting some saliva drip down his shaft, slicking my hand. I kept working my lips wider opening for him slowly and I think I managed to get him in my mouth without giving him too much teeth (hopefully none but I gotta be realistic) I panicked a little when I realized I could not breathe through my mouth even a little I was sealed so tight around him. I took a couple of deep breaths through my nose and pushed myself down on him a little. I didn't get much more but I was determined to give what I had in my mouth my very best. I moved my tongue in a wave from the tip toward the back of my throat massaging the underside of his head and the small portion of his shaft that I could manage in my mouth.
I learned to deep--throat showing off on toys for my husband and I truly have zero gag reflex. I can swallow my flexible double sided like a circus performer but it is nowhere near this thick. My struggle here was truly physiological. My jaw opening was limiting access to my throat, I was a little bummed about this. I had kinda daydreamed about blowing his mind by taking him down my throat like a pro, I even let myself fantasize that I could possibly be the first woman able to swallow all of him although I realized Vicki was pretty experienced and an outwardly sexual person and has probably accomplished this herself. Realizing that this was just not in the cards I began to step up my plan-b moves. I let another thick gob of spit slip through my lips and reached up to grab it stroking it down from my lips to his balls. I made him so wet I used my other hand to catch the drips and rub it gently over his balls.
After a few moments of this I set both hands to work, I had room to wrap both of my hands around his shaft, neither reaching all the way around, and to take him into my mouth until he was jammed between my upper and lower palette and still had plenty of room to stroke. I settled into a rhythm with this and became aware of my surroundings again, the rest of Aaron faded back into my awareness and I heard him moaning and muttering pleasure and encouragement. Telling me how good I felt and that I sucked his cock so well. I worried at first that he was just saying nice things because he had a new woman sucking his cock but as I gathered myself into my movements I realized that I was actually doing some serious work on him. My jaw had slacked some and he was pushing right up against my throat. When I had him at the deepest part of my thrusts I had all of him in either my hands or my mouth. As small as my mouth and hands are I considered this an accomplishment. But I am stubborn. I took my next thrust down and pushed just a little before pulling back almost all the way off his cock. I let go with my hands and slowly drew my lips back over the bulb of his head. I pulled all the way back to the tight lipped kiss I started this with. Then I took a deep breath in and started to slide him back into my mouth, remembering how it had felt just moments before and reminding myself I could do this. There is a lot to be said for confidence in the bedroom, or outside under a tree when you are supposed to be getting ice, because I had the widest part of his head at the back of my mouth and managed to get myself open enough to ease him back into my throat. He gripped my shoulders tight and I felt his knees give out into a quiver that shook up through his thighs. I pulled at his hips letting him give me some tiny gentle thrusts.
I go to a nearly meditative place when I have my toy down my throat and I went to someplace similar but totally different. It was an intense feeling even beyond the throat stretching I was feeling. First of all Aaron is thicker than all but my largest butt-plug, nothing I have ever swallowed has this much girth. Secondly, He was so fucking hard. My long double-ended toy, my go to for showing off my throat skills to my husband, has a lot of squishyness to it. Aaron was rock hard at this point and my throat had to accommodate him or gag him back out. I had to pull back and take a huge breath wipe the reflexive tears out of eyes. Aaron grabbed me roughly by the back of my hair and for a second I was worried he was going to shove me down on his cock again but he bent over and kissed me wildly. I realized in the middle of that kiss that the feeling I felt when I thought he was about to fuck my throat was not entirely fear but also excitement. I broke off the kiss and grabbed his cock rather aggressively and stared up at him wide eyed with my lips parted.

"I want you to fuck my throat until you come" I wanted him to know I was serious and the first action that came to mind to relay that message was to spit on his cock. He got the message loud and clear. He grabbed a hold of my head and pushed his head into my mouth just like I asked him to. Once he was deep in my mouth he let go of my head and placed his hands on my shoulders allowing me some control over how deep his thrusts went. I started to get him pretty damn deep. It was wearing on me though and I took matters back into my own hand. Just one hand this time but I squeezed him tightly and gave quick deliberate strokes right down all the way to the very bottom of his shaft, to where my hand opened up and only my thumb and index finger were around him, I didn't have him quite that deep in my throat but I think I got close. However deep I had him it was working.
His started grunting and vocalizing "oh fuck oh god" and his hands shook on my shoulders. I decided to attempt to actually swallow while I had him deep in my throat, I have read about doing this but never given it a try since Ryan doesn't actually get to that part of my body. It was intense, for both of us and a little painful for me as my throat muscles contracted around him, but I tried it a second time anyways and he began to quake in pleasure from it as I resumed bobbing on his cock. I felt his first burst of cum as it coursed through his thick vein and it caught me on an out-stroke and shot into my mouth rather than down my throat, I wanted to swallow him like I usually do when Ryan starts coming but my mouth was filled by the massive first shot of his orgasm. I pulled back and tried to swallow most of it while I jerked him the rest of the way off. His second shot rivaled the first and caught me even more off guard. I was expecting a few small after-shots but I received a full blast across the face and another I managed to aim right between my tits. I shoved him back into my mouth and he still had a few final spurts to let loose in my mouth, these I managed to actually swallow.
I had cum spilled down my chin, splashed across my cheek and forehead and probably in my hair, not to mention the splash that was now dripping into my bellybutton after covering my breasts. I tried to swallow him one last time but Aaron seemed to sensitive post orgasm, He moved to kiss me but I felt just too much of a sticky mess to get all this cum in his beard and chest hair by making out with him now. We both laughed a little at what a mess we both were, he pointed out that he was already soaked through with my cum from getting me off so what harm could it really do. I laughed and threw my arms around his neck, Cum mixed with sweat and our bodies slid against one another his cock still half hard between my legs as we made out some more. As I began to notice the familiar feeling of cum drying on my skin I broke it off and we both did our best to clean up a little before kissing once more and getting back into the truck. We made it the little ways down the road to the gas station and filled up on ice, taking almost all they had in the outside cooler. That of course was not going to be the official story. We both used the bathroom at the station to wash our faces and try to look innocent. My eyes were red but luckily I wasn't wearing any makeup to smear. I could always blame my red eyes on smoking a joint on the way back, nobody would ever doubt that story.
I was buzzing with electricity when we finally returned. We didn't even have to use our cover story since nobody asked us what took so long, they were all having too much fun were all to glad to see us roll up with a load of ice. In my head though, I kept imagining that everyone knew. They knew I was a dirty slut and had just had my face fucked by Aaron's massive cock. They knew he made me cum and they knew he blew his load all over me. Most of all they knew how much I liked it and how I hungered for more. They could see it on me. There were at least two people who really did know, Vicki and my husband. Ryan was busy helping Aaron unload the ice but Vicki came up to me and put a drink in my hand giving me a slow kiss on the cheek.
"Welcome back, you had a nice ride?"
I wasn't sure exactly how to reply to that and just said "Uhh, yeah."
"Good, I'm sure there's more fun times ahead" and she put her arm around me and led me back to where the ladies were all sitting.