I leaned back, drained and totally relaxed. She spoke after a while. In her demanding voice she exclaimed over the mess I’d made of her. “Come on, clean up", she demanded. I reached for a towel lying near the reclined. “Not with that”, she growled and shoved a foot roughly into my face smearing me with cum, “Lick”. I licked every drop of my cum off her feet and ankles and once she was satisfied dropped her feet again. “Don’t forget this”, she said pointing to the big, sticky gob just below her hip and its trail down towards her knee. I knelt between her legs and started licking the cum off her soft, brown thigh. I licked up from the knee towards her bushy groin, pushing my face hard into the soft thigh-flesh at times and then trailing my tongue, barely grazing her hot skin. I looked up at her and lying back as she was with her arms stretched above her head I could not help but marvel at the sexy, hair growing in her armpits. As I neared her pussy her aroma hit me. I had not yet been this close to her honey pot and I could see how soaked the suit was. She smelt fantastic. Strong, pungent cunt scent filled my nostrils and I breathed in it greedily. This was not one of those honey sweet scented girls, this was a strong smelling, well-fucked, mature pussy I smelled. As I licked the last of my cum from her groin my nose touched her juice sopping, swim-suite cover pussy leaving a wet spot on its tip. I dared not even linger there too long let alone try to lick it; it was not for me to do anything I was not invited to do.
When we finally arose from the recliner she grasped my face in both hands and proceeded to lick off all the cum spread there. Penny led me inside the house by my semi-hard cock. “You’ll have to sort yourself out if you get another cock-stand,” she said. “I’ve got other things to do and Tim’ll be here soon”. She led me to her bedroom door and told me to wait outside. I did. She came to the door, hiding slightly behind it and handed me the swim-suite. “Go and get the panties I gave you”, she commanded. I did and returned with them and the suite. She took the panties and behind the door put them on announcing, “I think these need recharging for you to take away with you when you leave”. She reappeared wearing one of her famous t-shirts. This one short enough that even just standing revealed the panties she had put on. She reached down and pushed the crotch of the panties up into her vagina making sure to load them as much as possible with her scent. Leading me by the cock again she told me that since I’d made her mess her swim-suite I was to clean it while standing in the kitchen while she prepared supper.
I stood quietly, naked sucking cunny from her suite while she prepared supper. Her nectar was strong, causing my mouth to salivate almost like a sour lemon would as I first licked the sticky juice and then sucked the material. It was thick, more like a cream than a liquid. My cock grew and grew and she laughed out loud, commenting how stupid I looked with my hardon and her suite in her mouth. She finally snatched the swim-suite away and handed me a couple of sheets of paper towel.
“Jack off for me”, she said. She turned away for a moment and reached between her legs. I could see the thick white cream coating her fingers as she reached out and wiped her drenched fingers under my nose. The sticky lubricant was pungent. She put her fingers to her own nose and closed her eyes as she deeply inhaled her own scent. I jerked faster and finally shot another load into the paper towel cupped to receive it. She moved off and laughing again told me I’d better get dressed as she could hear Tim’s van coming up the road.
I rushed for the bedroom and pulled on some clothes. She stuck her head in and said, “Don’t you dare to wash your face until I tell you to”.
Well that was just the beginning, two full days alone with her stretched out before me. What could be next!
