Chapter 124 Blowjob(8)

• How could I refuse? I extended my hands to the arms of Chuck's chair. Now I could pump way up and down her chest and then go way up onto her face and way deep in her mouth. Poor Chuck. My face was only a foot from his. He cringed away from me but couldn't avoid seeing every erotic pleasure his wife was giving written on my face; and if he looked down he had a porno cameraman's closeup of the double squeegee job she was giving me with her mouth and tits; and if he turned away (which he dared not) the squishes of my sausage and eggs slipping between her melons, the slurps she made as she tried to lick up every drop of sauce on my cock, and our joined groans of delight would still fill his ears. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
• It was all too much. With effort I got out, "Make me come."
• She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her. When I started fucking her face she moved her hands to her tits and squeezed. That did it. With a loud grunt I spurted my special sauce into her, squirt after squirt through slick boobs into squishy mouth until I was used up, and kept on pumping because she still felt so exquisite. She kept her lips in place for my continuing pleasure until, exhausted and softening, I stopped. Suddenly I felt warm liquid flood over my cock. I looked down to see that she had kept all my come in her mouth and now had let if flow all over where our flesh met. She let her head hang down over the edge of the bed so her husband could see how my come ran down her chin, over her face, and into her hair.