My cockhead face had dried by then. It wouldn’t take much to erase it. A wet tongue wiggling just right would do the job.

Betty said, “I don’t like that face.” She touched my dickhead. “But I do like this one.” She planted a kiss on the end of my nose, couldn’t miss it fortunately. My mouth opened and that pointy tongue of her swished like a brush across my teeth. I opened up; she began painting my tongue with intricate and sexy designs.

We turned our heads at just the right angle. I was careful not to touch her breasts. Didn’t want strawberries all over my shirt.

Boy, did she taste good. And she knew how to use her mouth and tongue to best effect.

She shoved a hand down the front of my shirt and rubbed my chest as we kissed.

My hands were massaging her ass, squeezing the soft denim and making circles. A new smell besides water colors and spit arrived on the scene. Her cunt was sizzling I could tell. Suddenly she stepped back. “Get your jeans and that lemon pouch out of the way. I want to see the full effect of my paint.”

I did a slow strip for her. I didn’t think about what would happen if some student in need of help would burst in on us and I didn’t care. My dick was about ready to burst and it was in control at the moment.

She watched. When I’m really hard my cock is like a… let’s see… bow.

Bowed backwards toward my body. It’s also like a tree trunk, with a kind of rough bark covering and lots of veins.

Betty gasped as I showed her what I had. Then she dipped into the black again and worked on my bark. Boy, I was on trigger. If she’d done something between my cock arches, I’da been a goner. I looked down. I guessed it was ok.

She made me lift my feet, stripping off my jeans and lemon yellows.

I looked up. Her sweater was gone, but the strawberries remained, the bright red tips finally drying.

She stripped for me without my asking.

She wasn’t wearing panties either and the lush fullness of her cunt patch came into view. She was all woman and hot too. She kicked her jeans away. We were both standing in nothing but our sneakers.