Light sliced through the slatted window blinds like a bright knife, cutting through the room and slowly bringing me awake. I stretched my stiff arms far above my head and sighed, thinking again about what had happened the evening before. I had had one of the most powerful, body-convulsing, erotically charged orgasms of my life. But a self-provided orgasm before bed wasn't all that unique unto itself. Countless times I'd given myself one of those.

The smile on my face and the massive orgasm of the previous evening were because Khloe had watched me masturbate myself to oblivion, all while I watched her do the same from the other end of the couch. There was no physical contact between us, just a privately shared experience between two people who both needed an orgasmic release and an understanding friend. It was a first for both of us, but it was obvious that we weren't going to easily forget this newly shared pastime. Especially since I could already feel myself start to stiffen at just the thought of again seeing Khloe massage her beautiful, wet folds to a full, body-shaking climax.

Khloe and her husband, Derek, were long-time friends for me and my wife. But circumstances had it that Derek had taken their kids to his parents for a few days, that I had to stay in town for work while my wife, Carla, had taken our boys to the beach for the week, and the AC at our house had gone out on one of the hottest weekends of the year. Thus, I was upstairs in Khloe's spare room just waking up in a borrowed bed, still mostly naked and slightly sticky from another solo round of masturbation before falling asleep the night before. Apparently, feeling Khloe's tight nipples when she hugged me goodnight and watching her perky ass saunter into her room was enough to convince my cock it needed another round before sleep.

After waking a little more and putting on a t-shirt, I made my way downstairs in my boxers, fully aware that even small movements would be noticeable through the thin fabric. The smell of warm coffee hit my senses like a welcome cloud of comfort, and I was greeted with a kind smile and a chipper, "good morning," from a similarly clad Khloe. After yesterday's shared masturbation, we both seemed to think pants didn't matter much anymore. She had on a fairly tight and nearly see-through light-pink tank top that stopped short just above her navel and a pair of matching pink cheeky panties. When she turned, her nipples were quite distinguishable, and she was the epitome of sexy-cute-neighbor with her hair a bit disheveled.

I smiled back, "Good morning to you, too," and couldn't help but glance at her attire and not-well hidden assets. Noticing my look, Khloe blushed in a moment of modesty, but then she, too, scanned me and realized that my assets weren't any more hidden than hers. Apparently, my semi-hardon was rather visible through my boxers. We both ended up chuckling with blushing cheeks.

Motioning to her breasts, she said a bit sheepishly, "I figured after how much we saw of each other yesterday, I could go more for comfort than coverage." A girlish grin had spread across her lips and her eyes enjoyed the outline portrayed clearly through my boxers.

"Absolutely," I replied in a reassuring tone. I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to surreptitiously adjust myself, so we didn't have another case of penis peekaboo.

For a few moments, I quietly watched Khloe bustle around the kitchen and enjoyed how her ass jiggled slightly with her steps. And, I was particularly rewarded with a view of another panty shadow when she bent to put a pan away. It seemed that I wasn't the only one who was still a little turned on.

Khloe eventually made her way over to the table with two mugs of coffee in hand. Sitting one in front of me, she slid into a chair opposite with one knee propped up to her chest. After a careful sip, she sighed contentedly. Then, tucking a strand of hair behind her left ear and with a reflective voice, "So...last night..."

Her tone revealed slight hesitation but was also laced with subtle curiosity. I felt my stomach tighten with unexpected nerves, suddenly not sure what she would say next. "Yeah, it was..." I replied and trailed off.

Then after a slow breath, she said with warmth in her eyes, "...exactly what I needed with my friend. And oh...my...god, my orgasm was mind-blowing. Like, I laid in bed last night and was still feeling my body quiver an hour later."

I sighed in relief. "Me too!" I said, a bit too excitedly.

Khloe chuckled at me, but the tension was gone, and we both breathed normally again.

"In fact," I continued more bravely than I was feeling, "after I got in bed last night, I...um...well..."

Happiness spread on Khloe's face. "Did you masturbate again?" she asked, while making a jacking off motion with her hand.

I bit my lip and nodded. Despite everything that had happened, I still wasn't used to being this open about my masturbation habits.

She bounced lightly in her chair, and with obvious joy in her voice, "Me too! Me too! I was just sooo turned on and couldn't stop touching myself."

I nodded and added, "Now, cumming the second time wasn't nearly as powerful or amazing as when we did it together, but it definitely helped me sleep."

"Same here! Watching you handle yourself: oh my god, so hot. And you watching me: such an incredible turn-on, too. I think that was the wettest I've ever been. But like you, my second orgasm was just what I needed to drift off." She then giggled. "Actually, just talking about it has me rather wet again."

I glanced down at my lap with a cheeky grin, "No worries, I'm obviously turned on right now, too."

Unexpectedly, Khloe ducked her head under the table, apparently to check my story. She rose a moment later with a Cheshire-like grin, "you certainly are!" she chuckled.

After our laughing subsided, Khloe continued, "Okay, since I think it's obvious that we both want to masturbate together again, and most likely 'will' masturbate together more than just tonight..."

I nodded encouragingly.

"...then, I think we need to be upfront about something. I know that neither of us wants to do anything that would be outright cheating on Derek or Carla. So, I think we need to be adamant about our no sex, no touching rule."

I nodded my head yes. "I couldn't agree more. Besides, and I mean no offence by this, but I actually have no desire to...to...have sex with you."

"Good," she said matter-of-factly.

"I don't want to either. That's settled, then." I exhaled in relief. We were on the same page.

"This is purely about masturbation and friendship," she smiled.

"Precisely. But, um, what about the part when I used your wetness for lube, and when you licked my cum from your fingers?" I asked mischievously.

Khloe blushed and answered in a similarly playful tone, "Well, those were right up to the line...but still indirect in my opinion...and, well...fucking amazing." Her last words were more moaned than stated.

"Ha!” I burst out in laughter at her justification, but was actually okay with it, too. "Same for me. I replayed you licking off your fingers in my mind about a dozen times last night. It was amazing." Then, after a moment and a sip of coffee, "Ya know, if I'm not mistaken, you challenged me to an edging contest last night."

"That I did!" she replied, bouncing a little more in her chair and making her breasts jiggle up and down. "So, we can both take our spots on the couch and masturbate again tonight. Then, we'll try to get the other person as turned on as possible. Whoever holds out longest, wins. I...um...mean, if you want to."

Her hesitation was understandable; this was new territory for both of us. So, with a grin on my face, "I'm totally in, but I've got a few things I have to take care of today, so what time do you want to meet up for our...game?"

"After dinner? But...hmm...I guess the 'get the other person turned on' part could start any time." As she said this, she winked at me and then did something totally unexpected. Despite our more revealing clothing, neither of us had done anything completely overt yet this morning. Until now. She slowly lifted her left hand and sucked her middle finger teasingly while pinching and rubbing her breasts with her other hand. Her nipples responded as expected, puckering into tiny buds that poked excitedly through the thin fabric of her shirt.

As she intended, my gaze intensified and an involuntary warmth coursed through me.

Khloe giggled innocently, "that's a point for me."

I broke my gaze and stood up quickly. "Well, if I am going to take care of my to-do list at all today," I said, stammering, "I definitely can't stay here watching you play." I winked at her.

"You do that," she chided. "Oh look, maybe that should be two points for me!" Apparently, her nipple work had more of an effect on me than I realized. My erection was fiercely pressing forward in my thin boxers and the head of my cock had even slipped out the opening in the front. "Is that a bit of pre-cum I see?" She continued teasingly. I couldn't compose an answer in my flustered state, so I quickly pressed my dick back inside my underwear, and with a deep blush chuckled along with her.

As I was heading up the stairs to get changed, and to hopefully calm my hard-on, Khloe hollered after me, "now, there's no cheating today, Mister! No masturbating BEFORE our challenge officially begins after dinner. Got it?”

"Fair enough!” I shouted back, "but the same rule applies to you. No orgasms before game time!”

And with that, the gauntlet had been laid.

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Seven hours, three errands, a meeting with the AC repairman, and a stop at the liquor store later, I returned to Khloe's house to find it smelling divine. It was now nearing five-thirty, and it was obvious that Khloe had decided to make dinner, and a delicious one at that.

Using the key she had loaned me, I walked in the house expectantly, sat down my bag, and hollered out "I'm back!" But, I got no reply. "Curious," I thought to myself.

I went upstairs to drop off my things and to change into something much more comfortable. I shed my jeans and opted for a thin t-shirt and a comfortable pair of running shorts that were quite short and very thin. I even skipped on boxers or underwear entirely. With that, I headed back downstairs.

The bottom of the stairs happened to face the door to the master bedroom, offering me a clear view of the room and its king-sized bed. Glancing in on my way past, I noticed that the door to the master bath was only halfway closed. Curiosity got the best of me, so I lightly stepped into the room. "Khloe?" I called out.

Nothing still.

But, that's when I noticed the sound of running water. Khloe was showering. The desire to explore further was overwhelming, so I took a few steps toward the bathroom and carefully peered through the half-opened door.

Although shielded by mostly translucent glass and heavy steam, my view was simply exquisite. Khloe was facing away from me with one leg up on a bench, passing a razor over her bare thigh. My angle and her position provided the most serendipitous perspective of her gorgeous backside. I couldn't help but marvel at its toned, tight roundness and wonder at the hours I'm sure she had spent working it into that shape. I felt myself start to harden immediately and knew I shouldn't be watching. But, Khloe then shifted her position.

Bending a bit more forward to reach down to her ankle, she slightly raised her ass and gave me a perfect view of her freshly shaven and dripping wet pussy. Her distended labia were a rosy pink from being recently washed and shaved. The hot water that ran in rivulets down her back and into the crevice of her ass gathered along the length of her lips before dripping sensuously to the floor. Her folds simply glistened in private femininity.

Stunned and terribly turned on, but coming to my senses as Khloe stood back up, I retreated before my presence was discovered and made my way to the living room to hopefully calm my obvious arousal before Khloe rejoined me.

A few minutes later she walked into the room with wet hair and wrapped in a towel. She sauntered over to the stove to check on the dinner she had prepared. Then, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk, "I hope you don't mind the towel. I really don't like getting dressed when I'm...wet."

All I could do was gawk. My mind was reliving its earlier intimate view of the barely covered body before me. I struggled to mentally form words, but managed, "well, you wear that towel well." She just grinned, then knowing she had my gaze, went up on tiptoes to get a plate from a high shelf. She had done this the night before, just not so brazenly or scantily clad.

As intended, the towel rose well over her white cheeks, putting her bare ass fully on display - yet again. She wiggled it subtly with a knowing grin before lowering her arms. She set the plate on the counter, gave me a devious smile and on her way out of the kitchen asked in a knowing tone, "Enjoyed the view...again?" And then was gone.

Thoughts flooded my mind in a wild current. Again? Was she referring to the night before, or did she know I had watched her in the shower? Either way, several things were now obvious. First, Khloe was definitely more comfortable with her body and nakedness in front of me than before; masturbating together had certainly changed that. Second, it seemed she liked being watched; knowing she turned me on was turning her on, too. And third, this devious game of hers was already afoot. Every turn and flash she had just performed was completely intentional and - my guess - an effort to turn me on so she could inevitably win our little competition. Well, two could play at this game.

It was about twenty minutes before Khloe returned for dinner. By that time, the kitchen swirled with the aromas of fresh basil, oregano, and just-out-of-the-oven bread.

I had set the table, checked on the delicious smelling pasta she had put together, and hatched a plan to even the playing field. While she may have a lithe body and pert breasts at her disposal, I had a few ideas of my own.

With a casual, yet sexually-charged saunter, Khloe's hips swung lightly back and forth as she made her way to join me at the table. Her hair was combed but still quite damp, and she had put on a pair of very short and somewhat see-through cotton shorts and matching tank top. She grinned as she took her seat, catching me entranced by her nipples, visible through the thin fabric. I couldn't help myself but to look a little longer than I should have. But, it felt like her breasts were on subtle display for my pleasure - and for hers - so I continued to enjoy the view of their round and puckering tips without feeling too guilty. Looking up from her chest, I caught her eyes. They were filled with energy and a proud mischievousness. She grinned knowingly at me, so I ventured, "Well, yes....both times."

A quizzical look took Khloe's face at the unexpected answer, but only for a moment. Her grin returned and, "So, then, you did enjoy the view," she said with a wink.

"Quite," I returned, "both in the kitchen and before." I hesitated, but then added, "There's nothing quite like watching water run over a firm ass."

Her grin broke into a full smile, "I knew it! I was pretty certain you were peeking on me." Then a bit shyly, "that's why I bent over more. I thought you might...might like it...I know I did." Khloe's cheeks and upper chest flushed a light pink.

Relief passed through me like a cool breath; I had worried she would be upset knowing I had looked in on her. Apparently, she was not. "It's safe to say you put on quite the show," I complimented. Not only did Khloe know that I saw her in the shower, but she had shown off for my benefit. "Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed watching the warm water run over your ass," I spoke slowly with a bit of mischief in my voice. Then seeing her smile deepen, I added a bit more brazenly - as it was my turn to play. "But even better was getting to see it run like a soft caress down between your cheeks," I paused and wet my lips with my tongue, "and then drip ever so sensually from your pussy lips...My god, it turned me on." The last few words came out barely louder than a whisper and were released with a deep, moan-like breath. "The only thing that would have made it better would be if I had caught you running your fingers through your soft wetness."

With that, I swear I heard Khloe whimper. Her eyes revealed an internal hunger and her breathing had turned shallow. She was hanging on my words, so I continued in a soft, intimate voice. "Actually, there are few things I find more erotic than a woman's labia...soft, wet, slightly parted lips yearning to be played with." I let my words out slowly, enjoying the sound and feel of each one. "Played with, tasted, touched... penetrated."

Each sex-filled syllable I spoke seemed to touch Khloe physically. Her eyes had taken on a glassy look, and while she clung to my words, she was equally lost in her own imagination. I could tell this was having the exact effect on her I wanted. That's when I noticed that her left hand had wandered up to start softly stroking her left nipple through her shirt. I smiled.

"Mmmm... And seeing your pussy drip like that... You have no idea what it does to me." I let the idea just hang in the air.

"Yeah?" Khloe breathed after a moment, "Wha... What does it do to you?"

I noticed that her other hand was now running softly up and down her inner thigh, so I leaned closer and in a deliberate, slow tone, "it makes me so hard, it hurts. So hard that I want to take out my cock. So hard that I can't help but touch myself with slow, deliberate strokes."

In a flustered voice, she breathed, "Oh god, I want to see...I want to watch..."

I continued, "Actually, it took all of my self-control not to take it out, wrap my hand around it, and pleasure myself while I was watching you."

Khloe's eyes were half-closed with arousal and she had stopped trying to be subtle about her own touching. Both of her hands were now holding and massaging her breasts. With my last statement, she moaned, "I want to watch you...watch you wrap your hands around your cock...watch you cum again."

"And I want to watch you rub and tease and finger yourself to oblivion."

And with that, dinner was postponed.

Chloe rose from her chair at the table and started walking to the living room. As she crossed the threshold, she paused. Then, over her shoulder she smirked, "I think I'm hungry for something other than food at the moment. You coming?" As she continued walking, she grasped the bottom of her shirt and adeptly lifted it over her head and off, revealing her bare, sexy back. "So much better..."

In an instant, I was out of my chair and joining her in the living room. This time, neither of us kept our distance as before. I headed directly to the couch, and we both took our spots facing one another. Khloe had apparently arranged some large pillows at the ends of the sofa at some point during the day. This effectively turned the three-person cushions into a two-person loveseat. So, instead of each of us having plenty of room, we were now sitting closer. So much so, that once we both turned to face each other, the legs we lifted onto the couch crossed each other at almost our knees.

Noticing this and thinking of our 'rules,' I looked at Khloe with quizzical concern and nodded to our legs before letting mine touch hers.

A sly grin spread on her lips, "Well, I just figured if we sat a little closer it would be easier to...see."

I chuckled lightly in response.

"Besides, ankles casually touching doesn't mean anything. It's not like I'm reaching over and stroking your cock or something."

I nearly chocked, but we ended up laughing and then settled into position, her right calf resting against my left, both of us relaxed with legs partially spread.

I paused to take a breath and enjoy the moment of pent-up sexual energy flooding the room. I could feel my body quiver with excitement and anticipation, like shivers running from head to toe without being cold. Khloe sat there in only her tiny shorts, softly massaging her beautiful, pale breasts with nipples that now happily pointed out at me. I watched as her blue eyes trailed over my body with a hungry look on her face. I was nearly rock-hard at this point, and my running shorts were doing little to hide it. But, I didn't care. Khloe had evidently noticed this as well and grinned knowingly at my unhidden bulge as she settled a bit deeper against her pillow and spread her legs wider. It was clear she had on nothing under her tiny shorts. It looked like we both had the same idea when we had gotten dressed: give the other person something to watch. And, it was obvious I wasn't the only one insanely turned on at this point either.

I started to softly massage myself through my shorts as she pulled delicately on her nipples, turning them into erect buds of pleasure. As she let out a soft and appreciative moan, I let my eyes trail down her body, discovering that her shorts concealed even less than I had previously noticed. If she were standing, they would have displayed a most epic cameltoe; however, with her legs spread as they were, her thin shorts revealed not just her cleft, but also the delicate folds of her beautiful, full labia. And there, in the center was a darkened and growing damp spot, betraying her arousal once again.

Feeling my eyes upon her and wanting to continue her show, Khloe began softly running her hands up and down her legs. Her delicate touch started just above her knees and trailed longingly up her widespread inner thighs, stopping at that wonderful crease of skin just between legs and pussy. She continued this caressing, offer an occasional peek higher up, and I continued my massaging, each of us getting more and more aroused.

After we had both enjoyed a few long moments of this visual feast, she sighed "didn't you say something about being so hard you couldn't help but take yourself out...and start to...to stoke?"

An involuntary grin spread across my face, but I continued to rub myself slowly through my shorts. I was more than happy to play this game. "Well, to be precise," I stated slyly, "I believe what I said was that seeing your pussy lips drip with excitement is what did that to me."

"Ahhh...yes," Khloe breathed, "that was it." She then slide her hands all the way up her inner thighs, hooked her left fingers inside the leg of her shorts and pulled them to the side. "You mean, something like this?" she asked with her own coy tone. Her labia were now on display, full, pink, smooth, and very aroused. Then, using her other hand, she snaked her middle finger down between, parting her full folds and spreading her natural moisture over her lips and between her fingers. She glistened exquisitely, and as she lifted her finger away, a long shining strand of arousal hung between her bared hood and her fingertip. "Well, look at that," she smiled wickedly. Then she raised her finger to her mouth and gently licked it off, letting the strand of moisture land across her bare chest. "Mmmm...tastes as good as it looks."

A moan involuntarily came from my throat. Here I was again experiencing by far one of the most erotic experiences of my life. My whole body trembled in excitement, and what I had told Khloe partially in jest earlier was now painfully true: I was so turned on it hurt. I needed to free myself...now. Without breaking eye contact, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them off, fully revealing myself. As expected, my hard-on immediately sprung upward in relief. After removing my shirt as well, I gently took my fully aroused cock in my hand and started to caress it slowly from base to tip. Relief and pleasure filled my whole body with this simple touch.

As intently as I had watched Khloe's ministrations, she now watched mine. When my dick had bobbed free, her eyes lit up. When I took it in my hand, she watched with raptured attention. When I began gently stroking, she licked her lips, breathed deeply, and followed suit. Without turning her eyes away, Khloe pulled her tiny shorts down her legs and over her feet. Then, she spread her freed legs wide and slipped two-finger back down and into her swollen pussy with a grand sigh.

We stayed like this for quite a while. Khloe watching me calmly stroking my shaft, and me watching her methodically moving her fingers in a gentle circle over her lips and clitoris, occasionally dipping inside her lovely hole on a downstroke. Each moment, each moan, each self caress building the tension and arousal for us both. After a few minutes of this, Khloe had become so wet it began to dribble down her ass and make squelching sounds when she pressed her fingers inside.

But she wasn't the only one getting wet. She grinned at me and gestured with her chin, "Looks like you're starting to leak there, my friend."

I smiled in return, noticing the small puddle of precum starting to drip from the tip of my dick. "What can I say? Like I told you, getting to watch you play with yourself turns me on more than I could imagine."

She chuckled with a pleased tone and buried her fingers knuckles-deep with a wet sound. The pleasure of the movement showed on her face; her eyelids fluttered. Then, pulling her fingers out and examining the slippy moisture that came with them, she offered them to me. "Well, then let me help you again," she offered.

But before I could reach forward, she sat up slightly with her fingers extended and reached out. In her attempt to help, Khloe's fingers rubbed along my hand and then unexpectedly over the head of my cock.

My mind exploded. It was as if a bolt surged through me. Both pleasure and fear collided inside my mind as it wrestled to comprehend what had just happened. Terror realized that this was far beyond bumped ankles or hand brushing hand, and well past our agreed-upon "rules." But just as powerfully, my cock revelled in the new and unexpected attention, basking in its newfound shared wetness. My mind was ripping itself in two.

We had both frozen. But, then our eyes met. The look on her face revealed that her touch was completely an accident. I saw the same fear in her eyes that was filling my own. And, was that a note of pleasure, too? My mind was starting to grasp what had happened. Not knowing she was going to reach out, I had finished my stroke and moved my hand down my shaft, allowing the head of my dick to poke through my fist. And, with the look on her face, it was obvious that she had only expected to touch my hand.

Petrified at what this could mean, neither of us moved or breathed. I didn't want our new shared hobby to stop, but I also wasn't sure what this meant. So, after a few seconds that felt like a silent eternity, I smiled softly. "It's okay."

Khloe breathed and the terrified tension that had filled both of us, drained away. We may have crossed a line, but since it was impossible to undo, we both just giggled. What was done was done. It was an innocent, albeit rather serendipitous, accident. But, it was right there in the middle of our giggling that we both realized Khloe's fingers were still resting on my hand and on my cock. We had both frozen when it happened, and she hadn't moved away.

Our eyes locked once again, only this time instead of looks of fear, I subtly raised my eyebrows and tilted my head while Khloe smirked coyly. Then, we both looked down and watched as - instead of pulling away - she slowly curled her small, wet fingers around my shaft and followed my hand down on its stroke. My mind nearly exploded. I could feel the warmth and softness of her skin as it first encircled, then glided over my aroused gland. It felt heavenly.

Bravely, I started my upstroke, and like before her hand followed mine, only pausing at the tip to give an extra and most pleasurable squeeze. Our hands went down and up twice more in rhythm, mixing my precum with her shared lubrication before she released her fingers, leaned back onto her pillow, and returned to rubbing her own wet sex.

She smiled softly at the ecstasy on my face, "That should slick things up for you nicely. I figured, since I had already touched you, I might as well do it right and make sure my wetness was spread around."

I smiled back and continued my own well-lubricated strokes, then replied, "That was certainly...doing it right. Damn, that felt good. But, since we are trying to outlast each other, some might consider that a bit unfair..." I let my words trail off.

Khloe blushed, but smiled. "Well, it was an accident, at least at first...but, we can't have any talk of unfairness, can we?" She winked for emphasis. Then after a moment of consideration, she looked down at her own sex to watch her fingers as they spread her lips wide. She then glanced back at me, raised an eyebrow, and cocked her head just slightly. "Did you say you could use some more lubrication?"

I was hesitant but took the hint. This time I sat up and reached out. Ever so slowly, I let my middle finger gently touch the offered pink wetness between her fingers that held her spread labia. I started just below her hood, trailed my touch slowly lower, then gently pressed my finger into her wet warmth. A guttural moan came from Khloe's throat as she arched her back. As I pressed my finger inward, I could feel the walls of her aching womanhood squeeze and grip my finger, seemingly pulling it deeper. I continued inward until I found what I was feeling for: that ever-so-sensitive area on the front wall of her vagina. I pressed with gentle firmness and drew a rhythmic circular pattern with my finger, hoping to give her the same pleasure she had given me.

Khloe nearly buckled. She stopped breathing for a moment and involuntarily thrust her hips forward to greet this new touch. "Oh....my...my...my...god," she stuttered and breathed deeply, "don't... don't stop..."

I pressed a little more firmly and continued my internal pattern, matching the movement of her now rocking hips. I had only planned to draw a few circles to repay her three strokes for me, but at her bidding, I kept going and slowly built intensity. I felt something by my hand and looked down to find that she was no longer spreading her lips but had begun to massage and rub her clit in firm, tiny circles, too. We matched rhythm, inside and out, and that's when I felt everything contract. Khloe had already been so aroused that her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her head threw back and her back arched, pressing her pelvis and my hand into the couch. Her legs quivered nearly out of control. Her left hand gripped her breast tightly, and her right pressed hard into her sex. I then felt two of her finger enter her pussy alongside mine and press hard onto the spot I continued to massage. Khloe writhed in pleasure for many long seconds as a second wave of orgasm washed over her, bringing out a moan that was half cry and half bursting pleasure. Then, after enduring this for longer than I thought possible, she collapsed. Spent. Limp.

She watched me as I gently slid my now nearly dripping finger out from between her lips. She smiled weakly. "Thank you," she said in a soft voice. "No one has ever touched me like that before."

I just smiled in reply and continued to watch her as she lazily brushed her now tired and sensitive pussy with her fingers.

I, too, had begun to touch myself. After a moment, Khloe took notice and grinned mischievously. "Don't stop. I still want to see you cum, too." Then after a moment, "besides, you lasted longer. You won and have earned your prize."

"My prize?" I asked, as I fully wrapped my pussy-covered fingers around my throbbing cock and started to stroke. "What might that be?"

Khloe winked, "You'll know it when it's time. But now, let see what you can do to that gorgeous cock."

So, I settled back a bit onto my pillow, gently played with my balls with my left hand, and started slow deep strokes with my right. At the top of each movement, I made sure to apply extra pressure just below the tip and round my hand over the head. Khloe watched with hungry attention.

"Something tells me this won't take too long, so make sure you tell me when you're getting close," she instructed.

Lost in the pleasure of my own attention and loving that her eyes enjoyed watching my every stroke, all I could do was nod.

I continued my ministrations and watched as Khloe toyed with her bright pink lips. I was getting close. A string of precum was now dribbling down from my tip in a sparkly strand. Not to miss the opportunity, Khloe reach out and rubbed her finger across the head of my cock, collecting it and bringing it to her mouth. "You taste so good," she said quietly. Hope you didn't mind.

I was at the edge, ready to fly. Her touch had sent shivers through my body, and I could feel the impending orgasm already building in my core. My breathing turned shallow. "I'm getting close..." I managed to get out between gasps.

"Good..." She replied, "let it come." And with that, the finger that had been casually brushing her labia went between them and spread them wide once again, showing off their rosy, wet beauty.

"I'm gonna cum..." I moaned, as I continued stroking my cock with increased speed. But then, in that moment, as if triggered by my words, Khloe moved faster than I thought possible. Suddenly, she was on her front facing me, her pert little ass wiggling above her. I was on my final strokes as she wrapped her tiny hand back around my shaft and pumped with me. Apparently, she wanted to help bring me to orgasm as I had done for her. But then, just before I was about to cum, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, moaned and sucked me into her mouth.

I exploded. My orgasm ripped through me over and over and I gushed my cum onto her waiting tongue. My legs tensed and my body shook. The warmth and wetness of Khloe's mouth took what was already a massive orgasm and turned it into something more. I was delirious. Through this, Khloe sucked and swallowed all she could, but some of my cum still dribbled onto her hand and back onto my cock. My core pulsed and shook. As my body eventually calmed, Khloe started to clean up the cum that had escaped. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and licked up and down the shaft a few times. I shivered and squired from the sensation and she just giggled pleasantly, enjoying my pleasure and the process.

After a few minutes, while still gently holding and examining my now softening cock, Khloe asked with a grin, "Did you enjoy your prize? I know I did."

All I could do was smile at her and babble an affirmative. She smiled back and continued her gentle handing with an occasional lick. We were both spent and utterly relaxed.

"So," she eventually said in a quiet tone, "I think this means we need to adjust our rules. I mean, I fully intend to masturbate with you again, so..."

I breathed heavily, "Khloe, I do believe..." But before I could finish my thought, she took me into her mouth again and ran her tongue lightly around the rim of my head, making my body jerk and sending a shiver through my spine. She released me and giggle innocently.

"Just wanted to help you with whatever you were about to say."

I shook my head to clear it..."Wow...so, I was about to say, I do believe you're right." I smiled. "Our rules may need a few adjustments."