Family Ties

Her eyes practically glowed with anticipation as she moistened her lips. I took over for her and wrapped my fist around the base of my cock.

“Open your mouth,” I said at last.

She tilted her head back and opened wide. She looked like a little bird waiting to be fed.

Her eyes met mine, and I erupted with a groan. A thick stream of white, hot semen shot into her mouth. I expected her to squeak, but she closed her eyes and moaned instead. The next spurt arced into her mouth, followed by a third and a fourth. I threw my head back and kept stroking until the surges of pleasure slowed and then stopped altogether.

I returned to my senses and realized that I was standing on tiptoes. My calves and thighs and buttocks were rock-hard with the effort. Christy stretched upward and braced herself with palms on my thighs. She didn’t want to miss a drop. I milked my cock one last time and spread the bead of semen on her shiny lips.

She closed her eyes and swallowed once, twice. Then she licked her lips and used her finger to wipe her chin. She sucked it clean and licked her lips for another errant drop. Her nostrils flared as she caught her breath.

“Oh my gosh,” she said at last. “That was a lot.” She gazed at my still-hard cock and then back up at me. “Is it always that much?”

“Yep.” I lifted her to her feet. “You have a high metabolism, I have a high sperm count.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sperm isn’t the same as semen.”

“Oh?” She was right, but I hadn’t expected it. A nice Catholic girl wasn’t supposed to know anything about sex until her wedding night, right? I hid my cynicism and lifted an eyebrow instead.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said. “Just because we’re Catholics doesn’t mean we’re ignorant.”

“I wasn’t thinking that at all!” Except that I was.

“To thine own self be true.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You remember when you said you really don’t like me sometimes?”

She fluttered her eyelashes and replied with an artful smile.

“Well, this is one of those times when I don’t like you.”

“How can you not like me? I’m so sweet and adorable.”

“And smart. So yeah, you caught me… I was thinking that a nice Catholic girl wouldn’t know anything about sex.”

“For your information, Mr. Doubting Thomas, we had to take sex ed, just like regular schools.” Her look of triumph didn’t last. “Unfortunately, it was mostly about purity and chastity. So I… um… sort of had to learn a lot on my own.”

“From books,” I said dryly.

“Any other sources?”

“No, of course not,” she lied.

“Oh? I will?” She looked relieved that I hadn’t pressed her.

“Mmm hmm. And lots of semen to study.”

“How am I supposed to study it if I swallow it all?” she asked with wide, not-so-innocent eyes.

“Don’t worry, you’ll never have a shortage as long as I’m around. In your mouth, on your face, on your chest, on your—”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Sounds like fun. They say it’s good for your hair and nails.”

“Oh, ‘they’ do, do they?”

“Mmm hmm.” She thought about it. “But that’s probably only if you swallow it.”

Her cheeks turned rosy. “Me too.”

“Well, good. That’s one question answered: spit or swallow?”

“Swallow, please,” she said cheerfully.

“And speaking of which… I’m hungry.”

“Ha! But I just realized… we left your snack in the clubhouse. Want me to fetch it?”

“Why don’t we both go?”

She reached for my discarded button-down. I let her put it on but stopped her before she could button it.

“Do you really need that?” I said. “It’s a nudist camp, remember?”

“But… I thought… I mean…”

I slid my hand inside the shirt and pulled her close. My cock was still semi-hard, and it bent against her flat stomach.

“It’s dark. No one can see. Besides, no one’s in the clubhouse. What better time to try being a nudist?”

“I’m a nudist. And… I’d like you to be, too.”

“So it’s part of the package?”

“Yes.” A small part of me felt guilty for only telling her bits and pieces, but the whole truth was more than she could handle at once. So I kept my mouth shut and silently willed her to agree.

“Danny was right,” I said, and hoped my relief didn’t show. “He said you were fearless.”

That seemed to stiffen her resolve. She took off the shirt and tossed it aside.

“You’re cute when you’re determined.”

“And don’t you forget it!” She marched toward the door, and I actually had to stretch out to stop her.

“Hold on a second,” I said with a laugh. “Lemme get my flip-flops first.”

She rolled her eyes but stood on tiptoe for a kiss, which I was happy to give her. I was also happy to follow her across the darkened road, since her bare ass and stocking-clad legs looked amazing.