But eventually, as he started to leak precum, he started to make humming sounds that punctuated every stroke I made, which made me happy. “Faster, sissy!” he ordered me. A few moments of that and he grabbed me by the back of the head: “On your face or in your mouth, sissy?” Since I was practicing with the hand, I didn’t want to break discipline by using my mouth, even though I did want to taste his cum. “Face, sir, cumshot but could you please aim for my tongue?” And with that I got my face close and quickened my pace even mature further, squeezing gently on the tip and stroke gently down to the base, tilted my head back, opened my mouth and offered my tongue. In that facial posture I could not offer oral worship to his pretty dick properly so I settled for whining imploringly and was quickly rewarded with Hardcore three quick squirts, the first on my tongue, the second into my mouth and all the way to the back of my throat and the last right between the eyes, it dripped gloriously down my nose and onto both cheeks. I was so happy. That left Donnell for me to service and try to please and impress, instead it was he who impressed me, his manhood was, if anything, a little longer than Dannell’s as it didn’t have the slight curve. When I saw that, I could not help but giggle a little, “So, you two aren’t identical after all!” We all laughed. “Now gimme that big brown thing, Donnell!” and I knelt down in front of him, ready, willing and eager to please. And I did my best, repeating the techniques, I had used on Dannell and Darnell and enjoying the feel and blowjob heft of it on my hand and the girth and warmth and taste of it in my mouth. My reward was a fuckin’ huge, and I mean huge load, 5 spurts into my mouth, one actually hitting the back of my throat, which made me choke, and when Donnell pulled out to let me try and catch my breath, another tremendous one in my face. Donnell’s spunk was delicious, he could see the puzzlement on my face, since, not that any had tasted bad, but his was really sweet. He looked at me and said, I wanted to give you a special treat, so I haven’t had anything too spicy to eat for a couple of days and before coming over, british I ate a small can of artichoke hearts, I heard they make your spunk taste sweeter.” He was right, the artichoke hearts did the trick, his cum was delicious. Suffering caused her insanity, mature but she was only sane when she suffered. "I can do little more than advise from here, no matter what we decide to do," said Lilith, "But I can assist in preparing you, James, by continuing your training." She would brush her Hardcore fingers against her pussy for a bit, and just as Disha moved closer she’d take her hand off. “Indeed, it has,” Gloria said, flashing a smile that gleamed white in the blowjob darkness, displaying a set of sharp fangs, “and you brought me dinner, how kind.” “Fuck it, tomorrow is going to be a beautiful day, and we're all going to see it!” echoed through my mind. You couldn’t believe the waves of pleasure coming over you. Besides, Grace's nerves were still british jumping from her scare -- being caught breaking curfew would be bad enough, but to be found eavesdropping on their private discussions would be worse. Amit was indeed a trickster with words. She dug her fingers into them. But alas, all I could manage was a series of stammering groans, “Ugh..ugh..umff.” It wasn’t exactly my most articulate moment, but cumshot in my defense, I did have twelve inches of Spencer’s soda-can sized dog cock hammering balls deep into my anus like a jack hammer as I lay draped over the armrest of the recliner. I look up to see my beautiful girlfriend looking down at the creature. Sarah vaguely remembered the last dog dismounting and the sound of the splash of cum on the flagstone. You get to suck cock and eat cum all the time, don’t you? That’s how I met Mrs. Danvers. Dott patiently explained parts of the doctrine of the diocese to the woman and answered all of her questions. And that tongue of his really is something!”