Spinning my fork in three circles, I gathered some of the fresh pasta into a manageable bite and savored the richness of basil and olive oil as they hit my tongue with silky, savory flavor. It turned out that the dinner Khloe had made - the same dinner we had postponed early for another round of mutual masturbation and pushed boundaries - was delectable and a filling welcome for us both. We had each worked up quite a hunger it seemed.

Earlier, after sharing another pair of body quaking, masturbatory orgasms, Khloe and I enjoyed each other's nakedness for a time as we let ourselves recover from the shared exertions. But empty stomachs eventually prevailed, so we cleaned up, put on a few clothes, and made our way back to the table where dinner awaited us. This is where we now found ourselves, delighting in the delicious food, basking in a friendly afterglow, and enjoying a shared moment of quiet, light conversation between bites. It was exactly what we both needed.

Khloe and her husband Derek had been friends of ours for quite a few years. But, as circumstances often do, everything seemed to happen at once this fateful weekend: Khloe was alone in her house as Derek had taken their kids to see their grandparents, my wife had taken our boys over to the beach, but I stayed back for work, and the AC compressor at our house had gone out. All of this left me borrowing their spare bedroom and spending the weekend catching up with a good friend. It also seemed the perfect set of circumstances for Khloe and I to learn that we both shared a rather intimate habit. And, to discover that we both thoroughly enjoyed sharing that intimate habit with a friend.

After a long moment of silence, Khloe put her fork down and stretched her arms above her head in a satisfied kind of way. I couldn't help but notice the impression her braless breasts made on her thin t-shirt when she did this: her curves and nipples were delightfully visible. Then with relaxation in her voice, she shared her thoughts. "You know, I'm really glad we're friends and that we found this part of our friendship. I mean," she giggled lightly, "two days ago I couldn't imagine wanting to share my...um... habits with anyone, and now..." She trailed off with a knowing look on her face and a light blush on her cheeks.

"And now, you can't stop thinking about the next time we shed our clothes and pleasure ourselves, can you?" I asked conspiratorially.

"Exactly," she grinned. "...let's just say I'm so very glad I dropped that comment about having to take care of myself...and even more that you picked up on it. I had no idea that I was such a voyeur AND an exhibitionist. I wouldn't have dreamed of wanting someone to watch me do that before yesterday. I mean, knowing you're watching me and seeing every inch of my body, seeing every touch and twitch and...drip," she grinned a bit bashfully, "just makes....makes my body quiver in so many good ways." She shivered, giving a nice punctuation to her statement.

I smiled encouragingly but didn't want to interrupt her train of thought.

"And, um..." she hesitated a little, "watching your pleasure as you take yourself in your hand and stroke in such an intimate way...oh my God...it makes me so freaking wet." She hesitated, but continued excitedly, "I guess I should say thank you for letting me watch you, too," she smiled with a gentle kindness.

"All I can say, Khloe, is that it's the same for me," I agreed. "Masturbating has always felt good, but it was something that seemed like it should be just for me or done in secret, never shared or talked about. Hell, not even in my wilder days of college did I share that with anyone." She nodded understandingly. "But, good grief, I'm so glad we both decided to share our... secret habits with each other." I punctuated my final words with raised eyebrows.

We both chuckled lightly.

Feeling a little uncertain about sharing my next thought, I took a slow breath and continued, "Like you, I couldn't have imagined liking it, but being watched and watching you is utterly amazing. Seeing you spread and touch and taste yourself...god, it puts me over the edge. I don't know if I've ever been that hard before. Hell, the orgasm I had earlier was without doubt one of the strongest I've ever experienced. I mean, my entire body clenched and quaked...and that release...holy shit..."

A sly smile spread on Khloe's face, "Oh trust me, I know...I felt it and could taste it." She winked at me and ran her tongue over her lips.

At that we both blushed but couldn't help laughing like two giddy friends sharing a conspiratorial secret.

Then, after a slow breath and some contemplation, she continued, "You know, I've never been one to really enjoy oral before, but I loved taking you in my mouth just at the last moment and letting you cum all over my tongue. I even..." She blushed as if surprised she was saying this, "I even liked tasting it and...and swallowing it." She hid her face as if shocked at her own boldness, putting her hands up and peeking her eyes over her fingers, not sure if she was ashamed or excited. But the hard nipples proudly poking through her thin top betrayed the truth.

Smiling, I replied softly, "Well, all I can say is that it was unexpected and...utterly incredible. And, that it took what would have been a huge orgasm already and made it into something...meteoric."

Khloe laughed. "Oh I could tell. You hit the back of my throat. Several times!"

"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry..." My words betrayed a worry as I hoped I hadn't hurt her or caused any discomfort.

"No, no, you silly...it didn't hurt. In fact, that was part of what I liked about it. Feeling you cum, I mean. It felt like I was part of your release, like you were letting me be part of your orgasm...giving it to me."

"Okay," I conceded with a warm expression, "I just wanted to make sure. I will say, it felt like that for me, too. When someone takes you in their mouth like that and wants your cum...god, it's so erotic and...well, It feels so...accepting."

Khloe gave a warm smile in response while I surreptitiously arranged myself in my shorts. Khloe wasn't the only one enjoying the conversation.

"But, what about you?" I asked. "Have you ever cum on someone's tongue before?"

An odd look overtook Khloe's eyes while she considered a reply. I couldn't tell if it was hurt, disappointment, shame...

"If that's too much, you don't need to answer," I offered quietly, still a little unsure of our boundaries.

"It's okay. Derrick's only ever tried a few times in the years we've been together, but it always felt like it was more out of obligation than desire. So, I hate to say this, but I didn't really enjoy it. Definitely no orgasm. I guess that's part of my never really liking oral stuff. I don't think he liked doing it, no one else has ever tried, and it all just made the whole thing feel, well, undesirable."

We just sat in a shared quiet for a time before Khloe continued. "I mean, do you like to...um...lick, I mean, do that?" she asked in a very cautious tone.

The question somewhat caught me off guard, but I grinned. "Well, in the right circumstances and with the right person, yes. Very much, actually."

"You don't mind getting the, um, wetness all over you?"

"Well," I answered playfully, "did you mind getting my cum all over you?” I finished with a wink.

Khloe just blushed, thinking about her revelation of a few minutes before.

I continued, "No, not at all. In fact, getting it all over me is part of what makes it so enjoyable. It tells me that she's enjoying it and I'm doing it right." Then, I added with a sly grin, "Turns me on like crazy, too. I enjoy the taste."

"Yeah?!" Khloe responded a bit more excitedly than she intended, but bouncing in her chair again she continued with a blush, "You really like doing it, don't you?" Then after a long and thoughtful pause, "God, I wonder what it would be like to have someone lick me AND have their fingers in me like you did earlier..." She let the thought trail off, lost in her thinking.

I doubted she realized it, but as her imagination took over her left hand had started to casually caress her right breast, slowly teasing her nipple into a firm point. It seemed like playing with her own nipples was almost a sexual reflex. Moreover, I couldn't help but chuckle at her inventiveness. Apparently, all our shared masturbation — and the extras we did — was having quite the effect on her. "Well, maybe you need to win a prize, too, at some point," I chided.

With that, we both devolved into another round of laughter and long sips of wine.

Dinner continued in this way with more laughter and with the conversation flitting between the casual and the more sexual. Our talk was honest, open, and friendly. Once we had both finished eating and had started cleaning up, I got up the nerve to pose the question I'd been wanting to ask all evening.

"So, since this friendship of ours seems to have gotten us both to open up about our secret sexual delights..." Khloe smirked at my phrasing but let me continue as she put some dishes away, "um...are there any other secret desires you'd like to explore?"

The air in the room seemed to grow very still. I had apparently touched something with my question.

After a very long pause that made me start to wonder if she was even going to reply, she answered in a slow, hesitant voice. "Well, I um...obviously love being watched as we've discovered, but I... I think it could be really erotic to be...directed."

I looked at her with curiosity.

"You know..." she continued almost flustered now, "like, being told what to do. Aw, forget it...it sounds stupid when I say it." She quickly busied herself again with the cleaning up.

As Khloe reached down to pick up another clean plate from the counter, I gently placed my hand on her's. She froze. I felt a tremble run through her body and into my arm. "Khloe," I nearly whispered, "it's not stupid at all."

I felt her take a deep breath. Then another. But she hadn't pulled her hand away from mine yet. She just stood there staring at my touch and lightly shivering.

Then, with more confidence than I actually possessed, I stated, "now, I will finish cleaning up. You are to go into your room and do the following. And, you should follow these directions explicitly. First, go to your room and take off your clothes. All of them. Then, freshen up. Get nice and clean, shower if you want, but pamper yourself a little. Second, dry yourself but do not dress."

I took a deep slow breath to find my courage. This was totally improvised and I had no idea where it was coming from. I had never spoken to someone so directly before, but Khloe's eyes stared directly into mine with an intensity I had not seen in her before. "Third, lie down on your bed, and with a slow, delicate touch, you are to caress every naked inch of your skin. From your toes to your fingertips, love yourself in your touch. Explore. Entice. Enjoy. But, you are not to touch your pussy. No matter how wet or how aroused you become, you do not touch there. Not yet. Now go."

But neither of us moved.

Another shiver moved through us both, transferring from her body to mine through the touch of our hands.

I looked at Khloe directly in the eyes and saw a mixture of insecurity and palpable excitement. But her slight grin betrayed that this was exactly what she wanted.

"Now go," I whispered as softly as a breath.

An accepting and affectionate glimmer passed over her face, and with that, Khloe turned and walked in the direction of her room. I couldn't help but watch her as she left, enjoying the soft movement of her ass beneath her thin shorts and the feminine sway of her hips. Without realizing it, I found my hand moving toward my growing arousal and squeezing it twice through my shorts. Our little interlude of unexpected direction-giving had really excited me as well, apparently.

When Khloe rounded the corner into her room, the spell broke, so I quickly worked on finishing up the cleaning. There wasn't much remaining, so it only took a few more minutes to load the final dishes in the dishwasher and wipe down the table. During my cleanup, I heard the water running several different times. This made me smile at the thought of Khloe doing as directed. Then, mustering up every ounce of willpower, I sat myself on the couch and resisted the growing desire to check on her and my directions. That would come soon enough.

The house was quiet other than the occasional sound floating its way out of Khloe's bedroom. So, I enjoyed a few minutes of stillness and ruminated on what had happened the past two days. Somehow masturbating with my friend had simultaneously changed everything and nothing. On one hand, I felt like a closely guarded and unmentionable part of who I am was now revealed and not just accepted but celebrated by someone who cared about me. It felt liberating, exciting, erotic, and affirming all at once. There was no shame or judgement here. No disgust in knowing that I enjoyed taking my pleasure literally into my own hands. And on the other, I felt like I always had about Khloe. She was a dear friend who I knew I could count on, chat with, and trust. The friendship felt more confirmed and solid than ever. What I had told her before still stood true: while I loved being naked and masturbating — and yes, even "helping" the other one along with hand, fingers, or tongue — I had zero desire to actually have sex with her or to make anything more of this friendship than it already was. But, this new shared masturbatory, voyeuristic, pleasure-giving understanding we had found? Hell yeah, I wanted more of that.

It was at that moment a new sound traveled softly out of Khloe's room, pulling me from my reflective state. Unlike the other sounds which were of her "pampering" herself as instructed, this was a sound from Khloe herself. It drifted to my ears like a sigh given on a warm afternoon when troubles have melted away and life blooms without distraction.

Then another sound.

It was similar to the first, but this one was definitely more moan than sigh. A cheeky grin crossed my face. Khloe had moved on to step three and was enjoying it. It was time to check on her.

I rose from the couch slowly, adjusted myself so my arousal wasn't too obvious in my thin boxers, and slowly made my way towards the sounds of soft pleasures.

As I turned the corner, my eyes fell upon erotic femininity personified. Soft, smooth skin seemed to glow with enjoyment as small hands caressed inner thigh and stomach and breast. Deep breathing echoed the rhythmic building crescendo of pleasure. Moans and sighs betrayed the intensity of enjoyment cached in soft caresses. Khloe's body wasn't just naked, it was a metaphor of personal joy and self-celebration. Her hands explored, touched, and felt her softness. With eyes closed, she was lost in the feelings of her own touch and exploration.

And, I was entranced. I couldn't peel my own eyes away if I had wanted to. I just stood at the door voyeuristically watching and enjoying Khloe bathe herself in the intoxication of self-touch. I watched as her hands moved over and massaged the tender plumpness of her breasts, leaving trails of pink, aroused flesh. Watched as she threaded her taut nipples between her fingers and then pulled at them with gentle intent, causing her back to arch and her breath to catch. Watched as her hands glided slowly across her stomach, firmly down to her mound, then around the soft, outer edges of her folds, obviously wanting but not yet daring to touch their center. Watched as she brought her knees up wide, spreading herself and showcasing her beautiful, aroused pussy in its most joyful state. Watched as her inner labia slowly parted by themselves, separating like unfolding wings to reveal her most erotic entrance, wet with its own arousal.

Having watched Khloe twice before bring herself to orgasm was nothing short of incredible, but seeing her this time reveling in the pureness of her own body and bliss was nearly spiritual. Her nakedness spread wide before me exuded the same erotic energies of our earlier shared masturbation, but here and now these touches, caresses, moans, and pleasures were like an act of worship.

I was not only mesmerized by what I saw but aroused to the point of quivering. Shivers started in my core and ran through me from head to toe. I was so hard, the head of my cock had involuntarily slipped through the front of my boxers again, needing to free itself. And it was at that moment, with her sex gapping wide and her hands delicately caressing her inner thighs, that Khloe slowly opened her eyes. Our gaze met and a moment of shared understanding and appreciation passed between us.

"I was hoping you'd come watch." The words sounded slow and warm as she spoke them with a slight smile.

I returned her smile, and replied just as softly, "It looks like you're enjoying step three. Good. I want to watch you as you take yourself to that orgasmic edge...but not over...not yet."

I paused, and Khloe pressed both hands firmly onto her inner thighs just where her legs met her womanhood, then pinched her entire vulva between them. This brought out a deep moan from her core with both pleasure and yearning.

I took a trembling breath and continued slowly, "Now, I want you to continue touching... exploring... caressing your skin." I paused between each word letting it linger in the air. "But..." I hesitated, losing courage a little.

An expression of desire came across Khloe's face and she looked at me with eyes that spoke for her..."Please...." they echoed.

So after a steadying breath, I spoke again, "But...first I want to see you spread yourself. I want to see you pull your damp lips wide. I want to watch you show me your beautiful pussy."

My whole body was shaking with excitement and nervousness. I couldn't believe I had said those words.

A devilish grin flashed over Khloe's face and her eyes betrayed just how excited she was to comply. So, she slowly moved her delicate fingers to her outer labia and massaged them for a moment. Then, while watching me watch her, she trailed her fingers inward, took her supple inner lips between her fingertips and pulled theM outward, delicately spreading her most intimate parts for my gaze alone.

I breathed heavily, not able to look away. She was gorgeous. Her wetness made her intimate, pink skin glisten in the soft light. And not only were her lips spread, but the opening of her tight and dripping vagina was invitingly on display. And, I wasn't the only one watching a visual feast. Her eyes had noticed and were now relishing the sight of my throbbing cock poking through the front of my shorts.

"Why don't you get a closer look," she said hungrily, "but...I believe you're overdressed."

It was as if she had read my mind. Without looking away from her, I quickly shed my t-shirt and dropped my boxers to the floor. Without the fabric confine, my dick was now free to show off its own arousal and stood bobbing out toward Khloe, already showing a pearl of precum at the tip.

She smiled encouragingly as she continued to watch me and gently keep her labia wide.

I started toward the bed, but hesitated. "May I...join you?" I asked with some trepidation. While we had crossed many lines already, climbing onto her bed with her was again something new.

To reply, she simply reached out with one of her hands, and mouthed, "Please."

Slowly, I climbed up onto the bed just before her parted legs, and sat on my haunches, only inches from her spread and glistening wetness.

"Please," she said again..."may I.."

And before she could finish her question, I took her hand in mine and moved it to her sex.

Her words became a relieved intake of breath, as her body reacted to the touch she so craved. From head to toe, a wave of pleasure overtook her as she writhed under her own touch. With my hand atop hers, she immediately started to press against her sensitive bud and move her fingers in a slow circular pattern.

I was so close that I could smell her arousal and feel the waves of heat emanating from her skin. If I had thought she was wet before, it was nothing like now. The rivulet of arousal that ran from between her lips had wet her folds, run down her ass, and left a spot on the sheets beneath her. As her fingers continued to move and circle and press into her most sensitive area, I could even hear her wetness. Even her hips began to move and match her hand.

Speaking heavily through her sexual haze, she began again, "Please...touch...touch yourself...your cock..."

Through half-opened eyes, she watched me intently as I then moved my hand away from her and took my own leaking hardness in my grip, squeezed, and then began slowly stroking. I moaned deeply and quivered with the pleasures of touch and sight and scent.

And like that we remained for many a long minute, Khloe laid back, fingering and rubbing, and I sitting up, holding, squeezing, and stroking — both in erotic bliss aimed at one another. We didn't just watch each other, but bathed in the sexy, eroticism before each of us. And this time we were closer than we'd been before. What was a few feet between us last time we masturbated was now only inches. Either of us could have simply raised a hand to touch the other, but we each remained focused on our own pleasures and displaying our personal handiwork for our friend. Our eyes were both locked on one another's sex, finding as much pleasure in the watching as in the being watched.

Khloe gazed as my hand moved slowly and deliberately up and down my shaft, rounding over the end to pay extra attention to the most sensitive underside. And as if enchanted, I watched Khloe's one hand hold her right lips wide as her left circled and stretched and rubbed in an undulating pattern matched by her hips.

Breathing for both of us had turned heavy. We were both lost in the euphoria of the moment and the excitement of the inevitable explosions. But it was obvious that neither of us wanted to rush our building orgasms. My strokes remained slow and careful and her motions were just as deliberate. We both wanted the eventual release — we craved them honestly — but even more, we both knew the longer we stayed in the buildup, the more powerful and mind-blowing the release would be. So there we stayed, both sinking ever deeper into the cloud of building orgasms.

That was why it nearly startled me when Khloe's words reached my ears. "Lubrication?" she breathed.

This seemed to have become our habit: her sharing her wetness with me and me enjoying a much more personal version of lubricant. All I could do to reply was grin cheekily and nod. I released my cock and began to reach out with my hand, but she shook her head and brushed it away.

This completely took me off guard. But, Khloe just kept rubbing herself and giving me the most mischievous of grins. So, I gave her a questioning look, feeling a bit thrown off.

"If you really want some, you'll have to figure it out," she said in a sexy, mysterious moan.

Thinking she wanted more direction, I boldly stated, "Then, give me some of your wetness."

Khloe threw a broad smile and encouraged me, "Of course, but you still need to come get it."

Now I was completely confused but even more turned on. Following her prompt, I started to lift my hand again, but she shook her head like before.

Seeing that I wasn't understanding, she explained, "Not with your hand. That's not what...what I want you to touch me with." Khloe's look changed with her words. I could tell she wanted something more, something risky maybe, but also that she was a little afraid of her desire. The tremor in her voice gave that away. So, I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping it would calm her.

Seeing my expressed acceptance, Khloe relaxed and continued, "I want you to...to...to rub yourself on me. Don't penetrate. Just rub..."

She had closed her eyes tight as she said this. I think she was afraid she had gone too far. I admit it was far beyond anything our masturbation sessions had yet included, but I was quivering with both trepidation and pure sexual energy. So, to reply, I bravely moved myself a few more inches toward her spread legs, then leaned forward. This is all it took and was apparently exactly what she wanted.

With my hand wrapped around the base, the head of my dick brushed the back of her fingers which were still slowly circling over her clit and labia.

Khloe's eyes sprung open with a look of both surprise and delight. With that, she lifted her hand, gently took my hard cock in her fingers, and guided the tip directly onto her clit. My mind was shattered, and my body quaked with pleasure. Directly feeling the soft wetness of her labia and hood on the underside of my cock was overwhelming and nearly launched me over the edge. I couldn't breathe. My body spun out of control. A burst of sexual electricity started at our point of contact and spread with a charged warmth through my entire body.

Then, with both our hands on my shaft, she started to masturbate herself with my stiff cock as I masturbated myself on her dripping vulva. We rubbed and throbbed together, coating both of us with her arousal. Soon, I was sliding against her lips, over her clit, and through her fingers. It was ecstasy. She was using me and my cock like a living sex toy. It was utterly incredible and felt like our masturbation had merged. We both gazed at our combined actions with looks of rapturous pleasure on our faces. And, her growling moans and deep breathing told me that Khloe was enjoying this just as much as I was. We undulated together, finding a rhythm, as I continued guiding and thrusting my hardness against her intimate wetness as she pressed her fingers in time to her hips and movements.

I felt a stirring begin to build. "I'm not going to...to last long..." I exhaled along with a groan of pleasure as my cock passed again between her labia and over her clit.

Softly, as if from behind a veil of deep pleasure, she replied, "I don't expect you to...don't hold back. Cum on me...please...let it come."

Hearing her ask for my cum was the final impetus my body and balls needed to let go. I felt a deep, hot wave build to explode in my groin as Khloe continued to massage her beautiful sex with my engorged, pink head and hard shaft. It crested and spread through my entire body like an unstoppable tide.

Khloe felt it coming on and with a final rub across her most sensitive wetness, she shuddered and pulled my raging cock higher onto her mound. My contracting balls pressed into her vulva and my entire body pulsed and shook and groaned as I shot a thick rope of cum from her lower stomach up to her breasts.

"Yessss..." Khloe moaned while continuing to press me onto her body and writhe against my orgasming manhood. I could hear how wet she was, how wet we were together, and shot a second stream of cum. This time it went over her breasts and toward her face. It landed partially on her chest and mostly on her chin and cheek near her mouth. Khloe let out a surprised squeak of joy when it landed. Then, she moved with even more purpose, her body shuddered, and she smiled a wicked grin. Taking one hand away from our shared masturbation, she wiped my cum from her cheek into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Delicious. Thank you."

I was simply delirious

My third and fourth contractions were smaller but no less pleasurable, and Khloe used them in her hands to continue massaging me and herself together. They only added to the sexual lubrication and shared experience. But the sensation was nearly too much now, as I had become beyond sensitive. So, I began to pull away from her wonderful, massaging fingers.

Despite her efforts to hold my cock against her, we were both so wet that I easily slipped away as I sat back. Disappointed, Khloe looked at me with a pained expression and whispered, "I was so close to cumming, too...."

As her voice trailed off and her eyes drifted away from mine, I decided in that instant to repay the favor she had provided me earlier in the day. Instead of leaving her dejected and having to finish herself, I quickly moved my legs back, fell forward onto my elbows with my face less than an inch from Khloe dripping labia, and gently licked her with a wide tongue from the opening of her vagina to top of her clitoral hood. As I pressed in, I could taste the mixture of both our arousals and feel the warm softness of her folds as they moved around my tongue.

To say I caught Khloe off guard would be a grave understatement. Her body jerked and tensed and spasmed all at the same moment. Her breathing stopped with a gasp as her entire being focused intently on the touch and feel and caress of my tongue.

I repeated my desirous lick, feeling the tip just begin to enter her before slowly moving northward onto her most sensitive parts. She immediately ran her fingers into my hair and pulled me firmly into her sex. The groan she released was nothing short of pure, feral desire.

I continued my gentle tongue work, being sure to pay equal attention to entrance, lips, and clit. I pampered her pink skin with decadence. Listening to Khloe's body's responses, I varied my pressure, position, and rhythm wanting to search out the most pleasure for her. Khloe continued to press harder and harder onto my face. But when she started to grind onto my tongue, I switched technique. Placing my lips directly over her clit and hood, I gently sucked it forward, then I used my tongue to mimic the movements I'd seen her do with her fingers. Her most sensitive and sexual organ was now the single focus of my attention and energy. My tongue moved in a gentle, undulating, and deliberate pattern, caressing her aroused nub with intent and care.

Khloe was beside herself.

"Don't...don't...oh my god don't stop..." she got out as her body convulsed around her, out of her own control. She quivered and shook and pulled my face tight against her sex. "Oh my god...oh...my god...oh my...oh my god," she stammered between gasps and moans. Then, as if all her muscles contracted and froze at once, her whole body went rigid. She was cumming. I was squeezed between her thighs and couldn't have retreated if I desired, so I continued sucking and licking her delicious clit to help her ride out the orgasmic wave. I wrapped my arms around her legs and buried my face even deeper into her pussy. Her juices were everywhere and dripped from my cheeks and chin. I lavished in their taste and continued my attentions. Khloe writhed in pleasured bliss.

Finally, after several more jerking spasms, I felt Khloe's body start to calm and come down from its orgasmic wave. But, she still held me against her, and my lips and tongue were still pressed against her clit. So, even knowing it may be too much, I bravely renewed my clitoral ministrations, sucking and licking her into my mouth again. Her body jerked violently and she both pushed me away and pulled me harder against her. As if arguing with itself, her body was torn between too much pleasure and craving more. Khloe moaned loudly, and then convulsed as a second and unexpected wave of orgasm exploded from within her. This time her whole body shook out of control. Her legs kicked out as she thrust her pussy forward, and she jerked up from the bed nearly doubling over.

Now there was no stopping. She held my undulating tongue against her and began to grind her quivering body against my mouth. I couldn't breath and my face was drenched, but I was in bliss as well. Khloe's second orgasm then washed over her and she collapsed back on the bed, wet, spent, and gasping for breath.

It felt like several minutes before we both came down and regained our breathing. I lay there with my head on her inner thigh watching her breasts rise and fall and enjoying the sight of an occasional residual pussy contraction. We were both spent, exhausted, covered in sex, and euphoric.

We lay there, naked, just recovering for a long while. Eventually, Khloe spoke, "Wow....I mean...wow. Never before."

"Me too, Khloe, me too."

"And oh my god your tongue. I had no idea..." she trailed off.

Grinning at each other, we both broke into laughter. There wasn't much more to say.