The Invitation Part 4

erection. The suspender belt with its straps feeding under the knickers to
the stockings and finally the white lace bra, stuffed with a pair of his
socks. The same socks he had put on only yesterday morning but which had
spent most of the day on his chest. Finally he put his hand up to his face
and could feel the dried remains of the cum that Sally had made him eat
from her freshly fucked pussy. He had eaten his own cum from her pussy.
She had made him - begged him to do it and to make her orgasm again. But
eating his own cum? That was a first!

He smiled to himself and relaxed, allowing the duvet to slip to the
ground beside the couch. It had been fun, but of course it wasn't the sort
of thing that he intended to get up to on a regular basis. Even eating his
own cum from Sally's now bald pussy had been exciting and new and he had
secretly enjoyed it having often fantasised about doing something like that
when they were fucking. The difference was that the fantasy always died
off after he had ejaculated, and so he had never followed through on it
before. Oh well, first time for everything, he told himself, smiling.

Jack's hands moved to his chest and cupped the fake sock breasts through
the lacy material of the bra. He chuckled. It was as if he expected to be
able to feel his touch as though the breasts were real and felt almost
disappointed as a result. He really ought to snap out of this, he thought,
but it was fun and no-one was getting hurt as a result, so what the hell!
As long as no-one ever found out! His hands slid further down and reached
the lace suspender belt which was now a little off centre. Jack slid his
thumbs under the soft material and re-centred the belt. Next his hands
slid lower still to the top of the white satin and lace knickers. He
gently ran his fingertips across the front panel of the smooth garment,
luxuriating in the sensations that his caused in his piss hard penis and
smooth balls. He could feel the outline of the cum stain where it made the