Uhmmm, I think he was missing the point. I was the person who won the bet. I was the person that was going to get all my fantasies; I was the one th...t was going to be able to cum. If anyone was in trouble, it was going to be him. We decided that the twenty-four hours would start at 8 am on Saturday and last until 8 on Sunday. That Friday night, you would have thought that he was trying to make me into an Acrobat with Universoul Circus. He was flipping me and fucking me every which way. My teen-angel breasts were resplendent in the morning light, so yummily perky and their nipples so impressively pokie, that before I knew what was happening my mischievous fingers were caressing and tugging and pinching and massaging them every-which-way. Which is how I discovered that my shower-head cunny had developed a leak overnight and that my bottom, my thighs, and most of my bed were sopping from cunny juices. Well, that wouldn't do, because I most definitely am not a dirty teen-angel,. ......fucking LOADS of it !I opened again , wider this time and the second lot shot through the air onto my tongue, as he pumped it harder.Some landed on the end of my nose and hung there."mmMMM" he moaned "You're a GOOD fuck for a young one" Cliched p*rno dialogue you will say, but English wasn't his first.. tongue... I guess Finally he finished coming, and he made me lick the end to clean him up. He got dressed as I washed my face, hands and body of his come, where the splatters had. Flipping the nearest light on, I walked into the front room of my apartment and ignored the looming pile of presents still in the clear plastic bin bag I had used from work. Kicking a roll of wrapping paper away from my feet, I sat back on my leather couch and smiled softly. My eyes studying the faux fireplace I had hanging off of my wall. It was an electrical heating unit that looked rather homely and gave the centre of my apartment the appearance of a front room in a family home. Grabbing the.