She pulled away from my dick and looked up at mesmiling, pleased with what she had accomplished. Sheleaned over to me and kissed me. Although I had ne...ertasted my own cum before, coming from her it tasted assweet as honey. Those sixteen-year-old lips couldprobably make shit taste good, I thought to myself. The Paradise Motel was not the type of place where thedesk clerk asked questions. Well, that is, other thanif you needed the room for the night or an hour or two.I choose for a night. Though. I took him in my mouth again, slowly moving down, beginning to suck gently as my tongue explored him. I knew he wanted more, faster, but I allowed myself a little bit of time to drown in my own sensations: the wonderful texture of his soft skin slick from my mouth, the mingled scent of his soap and his skin, the pulsing heat coming off his body, the slightly salty taste of his skin – all this intoxicated me like nothing before. But over all of this, I could feel his need. I stopped playing with. “Wanda, when you were a little girl you liked pudding with your supper didn’t you?” Max asked.“Yes” she mumbled around his cock.“What was your most favorite flavor Wanda? Max asked.“Banana pudding.” She finally paused in her work to answer.“When I com in your mouth it will taste just like Banana pudding, it will always taste like Banana pudding from now on. You will always enjoy the taste and want more. You will never get enough.” Max finished, as she resumed her ministrations to his cock.“And. . Lorraine said, “Don’t pretend you’ve never tasted your own before; I’m not embarrassed to admit, when I masturbate I always taste my own cum, god knows I’ve swallowed a gallon of your’s and Curtis’ since the five of us started having sex together.”I answered, “I’ll be honest, I’ve tasted it before after I masturbated and I’ve kissed Maggi many times when she had cum on her mouth or in her pussy. I’ll say, you’re cum taste better than mine.”I looked at the clock radio in Natalie’s room it.