I only had to finger-pump the short shaft of his dick five or six times, before he began to cum in my mouth. The bad news was that, when he did, I instantly discovered that I absolutely hated the taste of sperm. To make matters even worse, I started choking and gagging on the massive amount of semen that Chris was squirting directly into the back of my throat. And I assumed that those enormous balls of his were to blame for that. But all I could do at the Brunette time, was to try to swallow repeatedly, as quickly as I could. Even then, I still had to relax my lips, and allow some of the sperm to dribble out of the sides of my mouth, and down onto his crotch. Meanwhile, Chris's dick just kept on pulsating away, and squirting warm jets of sperm into my mouth for what seemed like an extraordinary length of time. I kept thinking to myself, My God! When threesome will this guy's sperm-shooting ever end? But of course, Chris's ejaculation eventually did come to an end. And when I finally raised my head up Hardcore off of his softening dick, I tried my best to act like my having just taken Chris’s massive wad of freshly-ejaculated sperm inside of my mouth was "no big deal." At the same time, every fiber in my body was screaming for me to spit out what was left of the salty, yucky-tasting sperm. But I just kept swallowing over and over again, as I tried to get rid of the horrible taste, as best as I could. I didn't want Chris to think that I wasn't "man blowjob enough" to tolerate having his sperm in my mouth. Throughout all of this discomfort that had been caused by Chris's massive ejaculation into my mouth, my own penis had quickly gone almost completely limp, and I was definitely not in the mood to have more sex. So when Chris finally pulled his pants back up, and then tried to get me to pull my pants back down, so that he could suck my dick for the second time that night, I talked him out of fetish it, by telling him that I wasn't feeling horny anymore. And I convinced him that it would be best for us to just go ahead and leave The Pit. Chris and I didn’t say a word to each other while we were making that half-mile-long walk home together that night from The Pit, with the lingering taste of each other's sperm in our mouths. Chris walked with me all the way to my house, before he left to walk back to his own house, which was about a quarter mile away from mine, in the same neighborhood. Now, here's the last crucial part of my first-ever adult-style sexual encounter story that I "conveniently neglected" to tell my wife, Bea, during my original confession to her: When Chris and I arrived at the front porch of my house, he finally broke the awkward silence between us, when he very quietly asked me, "Well, did you enjoy getting your dick sucked?" I quickly whispered back to him, "Yes, I enjoyed it very much. Did you enjoy sucking it?" "Hell, yes! Your dick really turned me on. Did you like my dick?" Chris asked, still whispering. "Oh, yeah! Your dick really turned me on too," I candidly confessed, feeling like such a queer, for admitting something like that to my best friend. And of course, by this point, I was also seriously questioning my own heterosexuality. “Hey Casey, can we talk?” It should have been pure agony, but Erin felt no pain. Now, the next day, Stephanie let Julie and Carly in on her secret as well. She stayed silent for a moment, and I couldn't help, but to peek down at the computer screen. She would squirm and squeal and kiss me right back. Now, come on." It just felt nice" she said while wearing her clothes. A few moments later the pain started, gradually building to a steady stream of blowjob nothing but pain. If you haven’t got a coat that you can wear over the top of your ‘next to nothing’ outfits, we’ll get you one. “And what has my little princess all riled up?” he asked. My skimpy clothes didn’t attract much attention, as there were hundreds of girls wearing threesome nearly as little as me. He darted forward. DOG! She was groaning incoherently, I admired her perfect body as she squirmed around on the bed. We were happy together and I don’t want you brooding the rest of your life because of me. Find that person and give them everything you gave me. I’ll always be in your heart, my love, I promise you that. He had taken the liberty of setting up two cameras inconspicuously around the room to catch the action, and Brunette now he checked them quickly before leaving the bedroom. I didn’t want to ruin the business deal. My guess is with the garden, so concentrate your reading on plants in the 'Para' chapter. I’ve been with six guys, all older. The next morning, I woke early. Zander didn’t have much time. She already had the things Hardcore she thought she would fetish buy at a hardware store so that left the liquor store. “Perfect, she's perfect. Her pussy glistened wetly, and her hole seemed to pulse of its own accord. Her hips began to move with a mind of their own, the erotic dance of her backside trying to coax him to give her hungry body more attention. He kept quiet as his penis brushed along her stomach, his face flushed as he gave her a nervous look. “Hello, my name is Emma, and I am from the front desk.