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 anal his crotch. Meanwhile, Chris's dick just kept on pulsating away, and squirting warm jets of sperm into my mouth for what seemed doggystyle like an extraordinary length of time. I kept thinking to myself, My God! When 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 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 amateur 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 Hardcore to think that I wasn't "man 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 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 asian 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?" Chris couldn't believe what was happening. They fill a plate each and sit down next to the CG boys. She spent a lot of time stroking my cock, playing with my balls and tickling my taint and crack. The rest of that afternoon the three of us lounged around, shared showers, drank some more wine and fucked. Even the imagined visions of her being taken by another man enraged him, and yet, he also wanted to slip the door open wide enough to watch what was happening. The wife would spare no expense in putting together an extravagant party. I just whined a high, almost inaudible sound with the hissing air through my clenched teeth. Fuck my best friend Mark is into some kinky stuff. Previously, I’d held a rather naïve view that boys had dirty minds and girls were more or less above all that. "Deana, are y'all in here?" They each took turns letting him fuck them one at a time while the other one sat of her sister's face. Hearing no reply, he slipped amateur out onto the roof and propped the door with a stone as before. I Hardcore had never asian been so anal turned on and so satisfied before in my life, but I still doggystyle wanted that massive hard cock in my pussy. But, Christie hasn't learned to respect it yet.