Week 2, Ashley's Room...Sort of:
The next week after immersing Sandy and Ashley's worn bras in loads and loads of cum in Sandy's room, Ron and I moved the chairs and projector into Ashley's room. Ashley's room was smaller but plenty of wall space to put her pictures up while we did our work.
Right now, we had a bunch of Sandy's 34DDD bras and Ashley's 34DD bras that were absolutely crusted with a week's worth of dry cum. They were unusable at this point and we knew they would probably hurt more than feel good.
We decided to toss them in the washing machine with no soap, at least we could wash some of the dry cum away and get them fresh without actually fully cleansing them. That way, some of the "tit residue" as we called it, would still be in the cups.
After they washed, we let them air dry.
"Think we should just go it with clean ones?" I asked.
"No," Ron said, "the dirty bras is almost the whole point, right?" *Ron was actually going through her clean bras at the time*
He had a point so we waited a few hours to let those amazing DDD and DD cups dry out. We got them from Sandy's bathroom and went into Ashley's room, the chairs already set up next to her bed, this time on the side bc of the way her room was laid out. Ron had the projector on with a picture of her wearing low cut white top covering a large portion of the wall.
I won't go into the details of jerking with the bras again, but it was just as hot as it always was. The feeling of those cups encircling our dicks, the thick straps hanging down, sometimes wrapped around the shafts, the taste of their scent left over from Sandy and Ashley's heavy hanging breasts that had once been slightly squished against the cups.
I know I came at least 5 times in those bras that day over 8-10 hours. By that time, Ron and I knew we had to come up with a new idea to last the rest of the week. Being alone in Sandy and Ashley's house needed to be fully taken advantage of so we had to come up with something creative.
Ron and I sat on the couch in the living room trying to figure something, the TV was on and we had our feet up. We had all the time in the world, so there was no rush anyway.
"So what do you think?", Ron asked.
"I don't know, we need something to make an impression."
Finally, I said, "You know, that one time back in the day when we left the party here and we put some of our cum on their shirts when we hugged and then left? I thought about that every day and it turned me on so much knowing our cum was just staining those tits the entire evening."
Ron said, "That was amazing. What are you thinking?"
I remember I said, "Let's do it on a larger scale."
I stood up, took my shirt off, then my boxers (that's all we were wearing). Ron laughed and said, "Wtf are u doing?"
I wasn't ashamed to be naked in front of him, we played on the same varsity teams for multiple sports. What was good about Ron was that we were both strictly straight, no touching, but no discomfort with seeing the other naked.
I picked up one of Sandy's 34DDD bras and one of Ashley's DD cupped ones, left them hang down from the shoulder straps from my dick as always and began to walk naked out of the room.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Ron said again.
I remember I turned back, the bras hanging down from my erect, already leaking dick from the thought I had, and said, "I'm going to walk around this house, jerking into these bras and I'm going to cum on something in whatever room I'm in."
I checked my watch. "And I'm going to do it until I can't go anymore".
Ron stood up and did the same as I did and we split up, walking naked around Sandy and Ashley's house, their bras wrapped around our dicks, jerking as we went. A little while later, Ron and I both walked into the kitchen and laughed when we saw one another.
"We think a like," Ron said, heading for the fridge.
I laughed, "Oh yea, first stop is definitely the kitchen."
A few minutes later we were jerking in front of the open fridge and then both exploded into the bra cups, saturating the inside of the fabric.
We were about two minutes apart but both our loads were still pretty big, even after a full weeks worth of jerking off 4-5 times a day.
I remember scooping that first load out of the bra cup, reaching for the gallon of 2% milk in the fridge, taking the cap off, and scrapping my cum into the opening. Then I put the cap back on and shook the jug, mixing my cum with the milk. I have to tell you, I almost got right back in the mood to jerk again with the thought of them pouring that milk into their cereal when they were back, unknowingly devouring my cum that was now evenly saturated in the milk.
Hilariously, Ron was smearing his cum on the inner part of the door handle to the fridge. He said, "You stole my idea.....guess first cummer gets first choice."
I laughed and said, "The door handle, wtf?"
Ron shrugged. "It'll be dry and I'll know they've been touching it."
We spent the rest of the week doing the same routine, walking around the house, jerking into their bras and cumming on whatever we could. We didn't try to make it obvious. I personally dumped cum on Ashley's toothbrush, checking later to see what it felt like. The brush was stiff like it normally is when not being used or wet. Perfect.
I also left a load for Sandy in her bodywash bottle in the shower, knowing she would be rubbing my cum all over her massive, heavy, hanging round breasts and foot long cleavage with her first shower back home.
More of my cum from that week I put on the underside of Ashley and Sandy's sheets, knowing they wouldn't see it, but they'd be touching it. It would definitely be crusty, and it might have a little risk, but at the time I was so pumped up at the thought, I wiped my hand clean on both sheets, pulling them back in place after.
Ron and I left our cum in many of the same places where we knew they'd be touching and/or touching themselves after. Ron left a nice sized load (according to him ) in one of Ashley's hand lotion bottles, Sandy's tooth brush, and in a box of cereal, knowing his cum would be dry and unoticable on the stiff, sugary cereal when in a few hours.
The next week, we covered many objects with our loads, put cum in lotion bottles, shampoo, on soap, in food, everywhere we could. It was our way of leaving a mark of thanks, honoring them for the two weeks, for their sets of low-starting, heavy breasts, for the massive loads, for the bras, and just for being the m other - d aughter pair we'd been jerking to for almost a year.
They haven't said a word since, and if they did notice, they haven't brought it up. But I still know, Sandy and Ashley's house will always been decorated with loads and loads of our cum, cum that Sandy and Ashley had rubbed on their pendulous breasts, cum that they had eaten or drank, cum that they had rubbed on their hands and bodies, cum that they had slept in and covered their teeth in from brushing.
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