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Why Not Both? 4
🕑 Added 2023-12-31 02:00:01 +0000 UTCKon groaned, ignorant and uncaring of Veronica’s distress. He had his hand wrapped around the base of his manhood and was rubbing one thumb of his fisted hand under his balls, exactly like he was pulling the trigger on a gun! He rasped, a sound of utterly gratified enjoyment, and Veronica shut her eyes again before more of the hot, creamy wetness splashed on her face. He was coming on her! He was standing over her and unloading his balls right into her perfect face!
She sucked in a breath, her body shuddering with disgust as she felt the musky rawness of Kon’s seed waft into her throat. The ejaculation began as thick ropes, but still brief and elliptical, hitting her in quick bursts. Veronica was frozen in place; she thought it had to stop soon—but then, with a roar, Kon really went off. Sending a steady river not only into Veronica’s shut eyes and tightly closed mouth, but cascading over her body.
She squealed inwardly; just managing to keep her mouth shut against further invasion. It was a vile, filthy waterfall pouring down on her, hitting all of Veronica’s facial features and soaking her clothes as well. Her hips jerked, feeling the warm heaviness settle into her clothes… spurted right from his cock and then coming down to coat her ensemble and slimily dampen its way through to her skin!
Veronica couldn’t believe it! It was all like something that might happen to Cheryl!
Underneath her blouse, Veronica felt the cum rolling down her stomach—gathering briefly across her pubic bone before surmounting it and running into her panties. Again she fought down the desire to moan, knowing that parted lips would expose her irrevocably to what she was covered in. She kept her eyes shut, squeezing her full lips together to keep from expressing how frustrated and disgusted and turned on she was. Between the spreading stains of the cum and Kon’s continued, groaning spurts, Veronica did not know where she’d be touched next. The hot, hearty liquid stung her nipples and sucked its way between her quaking breasts, even as its sour smell added to the perfumed sweetness between her legs.
Veronica coursed with rage behind shut lips, her anger increasing as the stream dwindled down to a series of droplets raining on the snow between Kon’s feet. At least it was—
Kon flicked the dregs of his eruption from his cockhead, the last droplets hitting her right on the nose. She sharply sucked in breath and smelled only Kon’s pervasive scent, literally clinging to her. Veronica hummed inwardly, emotionally agonized, grinding her teeth together.
She tried to regain control of her body… to move her hands and wipe away the literal scum that for some reason was all over her face instead of on the inside of a condom… but Veronica couldn’t bring herself to touch the white-hot seed that was all over her face (her beautiful face!). She couldn’t even tell Kon to clean her off, not when she needed to keep her mouth shut lest the cum that’d glazed her lips got inside… where she could taste it…
All she knew was, her bisexual boyfriend better pick now to be sensitive and realize she needed a towel more than anyone had needed a towel in the history of Riverdale!
***
“Haaaa,” Kon exhaled soothingly, his eyes rolled back in his head, unaware of how Veronica was gagging and choking and suppressing the urge to cough. He fell back on his ass and unthinkingly slid his manhood away, remembering he was in the presence of a lady, if not noticing how her face was flushed a deep red (underneath a mask of white thick as wedding cake frosting).
“I needed that,” he purred, drifting down onto his back, his cupped hands intercepting the back of his skull. He wondered if Veronica needed to cuddle, some kind of aftercare after all the fun they’d had… but then, he must’ve given her a full liter of cum. What more did she want from him?
Eyes shut and breathing smooth, Kon decided to give in to the desire for a catnap while Veronica fixed her face like girls did. Life moved pretty fast. If you didn’t stop once in a while after you gave a babe a facial, you might miss it.
***
Betty couldn’t believe it… Kon had come all over Veronica… literally all over her! Now he’d collapsed; Betty guessed it was true what her mother said about guys rolling over and going to sleep as soon as they were finished. And there Veronica stood, seemingly stricken, like Carrie White after a close encounter with pig’s blood.
All that juicy cum… all over her…
Betty stepped forward out of the brush that had concealed her since she’d stumbled onto Kon and the blowjob Veronica was giving him. Thankfully, Veronica didn’t take any notice of her and Kon wasn’t noticing anything. All was right with his world.
Veronica would get cum in her eyes if she tried to open them and from the look of her, the way she was shaking, her heart thundered too hard in her ears for her to even hear the crunch of snow under Betty’s boots.
But then, how would Betty feel if Kon came all over her? It wasn’t something you could ignore, all that pungent, burning cum. You had to have a response to it. Your body had to do things.
And cum… when you thought about it, that was the ultimate goal of the sex act… the treasure produced by all that hard work. She’d never gotten any, not from Archie and not from Kon. But here it was! Literally dripping off Veronica! She had to have it memorized: the way it felt and the way it smelled. Even the way it tasted!
Veronica was her friend, after all. If Ronnie wanted to know something, even one of Betty’s most intimate secrets, of course she’d tell her—unless it had to do with one of those dreams she had, obviously. Really, it was only luck that Veronica had managed to seduce Kon. They were both pretty, both charismatic… Veronica would be the first to say how beautiful Betty was. And if it were Betty who’d succeeded with Kon… it there was so much white on her she looked like she was going on a spree pre-Labor Day… she wouldn’t mind if Veronica found out… and it was all over Veronica… she wouldn’t notice any going missing… she would probably wash it all off anyway, the neat freak… she’d waste it…
Betty flicked out her tongue and collected a wad of cum from Veronica’s cheek.
Veronica’s mouth gaped open. “God, Kon, what are you doing? Oh, that is kinky… your own cum…!”
Betty slapped her. It just happened. Sure, she was thinking about how unfair it was that she had to taste Kon’s seed from Veronica’s face and Ronnie had gotten it right from his dick… but it just happened.
Veronica quieted down. No more noise that might bring Kon around. “Sorry, master,” she mumbled.
Betty felt a throb of pleasure in her cunt and it didn’t even matter that Veronica hadn’t called her by the properly feminine ‘mistress’… as if she weren’t ladylike enough, Veronica would find a way to neg her there… but she had to focus on what was in her mouth.
She held it on her tongue, her breath paused as millions, billions of tiny sperm rolled into her throat. It was a little like swallowing bubble gum… Betty wondered if she had any bubble gum back in her car. If she’d skipped buying some because one of Pop’s milkshakes was enough sugar for one day, she’d never forgive herself.
“There’s a good girl,” she heard Kon said. “You like knowing my cum’s inside you? How about I put a little more in?”
Betty swiveled to look at him, but Kon was still splayed on his back, eyes shut… even snoring a little. Was she hearing things? Well, why shouldn’t she be—this was a very fraught time in a young woman’s life!
Tasting cum for the first time… she knew what cum tasted like now! And not just anyone’s cum! Kon’s! It was creamy, like whipped cream, but too thick for that. And whipped cream could never be so warm without melting. But Kon’s cum was melting, even as she licked it off Veronica’s face.
As it rolled into her stomach, the bittersweet taste made her lips pinch and pucker together. Like she would if she were sucking it right from Kon’s prick, like Veronica should’ve done, even if she were lucky enough to have it sprayed onto her like she had.
Suddenly, Veronica moved. She wiped at her eyelids, cleaning them off, and in an unthinking panic, Betty turned and ran for it, still tasting all that she’d allowed in her mouth.
It was dirty, filthy cum—shot from a dirty, filthy prick—and she felt dirty and filthy too. She couldn’t believe Veronica had let Kon paint her with it the way he had. How could she possibly enjoy being shamed and degraded like that?
The moment she was out of sight, hiding behind a tree, Betty dipped a hand into her snowpants and played with herself, reaping all the arousal that was roiling inside her untouched cunt.
***
Reggie laughed triumphantly as he started his father’s pick-up truck, a winner of a tree securely loaded into the flatbed. In a few minutes, he’d be back home and that loser Kon would still be lost in the woods.
He didn’t know how that guy lived with himself, being such a loser.
