1 comments/ 27188 views/ 10 favorites A Blowjob By: DrDickhard His dick throbbed. He hugged her. Her shirt was tight. He was short, but she was shorter: he feld her breasts press him at his solar plexus. Her head nestled into his chest, lovingly. But he did not love her: he only wanted to fuck. "You are so sexy." He put his hand on his dick. The tip of her tongue landed on his tip. The tip of her tongue traveled around the tip of his dick. He felt the length of her tongue under his dick. He felt her tongue wrap around the left side of his dick. He felt his dick inside her mouth. His dick was completely inside her mouth. "Oh god... Fuck. My dick is in your mouth." He stated the obvious. His eyes were closed. He felt lips slide off; there was no more moisture. He felt one finger, a thumb, then five. "Mmm. You like that?" She stopped sucking his dick so that she could talk about sucking his dick. His dick was in her hands, she gripped his dick like a doorknob, turning. "Unnngh. ugh. fuuuuck," he moaned. He couldn't think. He was overwhelmed: pleasure coursed through his body. His feet felt pleasure. His cock was liquid. He raised his hand and brought it to his nipple. A finger ran across. A circle formed: index around nipple, index around nipple. His eyes were closed. He was in ecstasy. While he changed, busied himself, she was hard at work. "No wonder they call it a job." Holding only the first few inches in her mouth(leaving a stretch of the shaft untended by the mouth, but cared for by the hands), she sucked repeatedly, regularly. He felt feelings, sensations, and knew what he needed: "unghh... unghh... stick your finger in my asshole.... fuck..." He was surprised at himself. She obliged. She spared his cock the onslaught of her mouth while she tended to a finger on her left hand(her right hand remained in his dick's service). She stuck her index finger in her mouth, coating it with her clear spit. "You like that?" she asked, right hand massaging his hard member. "Fuuuckkkk. unghh" he grunted, anaesthetized. She slipped her hand underneath his body. Her finger found her way to an opening. It was tight, firm. She knew what she had to do; she knew what must be done. Her slender white finger wormed its way into the brown hole. He felt something enter him; he felt a new presence. A new presence inside his butthole. It was cold. His butthole could not see, but the new object felt white, slender. It was fully inside. It rested from the journey, recuperating. Then he felt it moving, with a life of its own. Slow and regular, slow undulating motions. Slow, slow, tenderly. There was a deep itch that he became aware of, a deep itch that was only being scratched now. The itch was inside his butthole. He longed for pleasure there; he ached for pleasure inside his butthole. The regular motions of her slender, white finger catapulted him into new heights of ecstasy. There were no more grunts. There were only deep breaths. Deep, long breaths. She worked, doing her job; a hard job, but a job she loved. She labored selflessly. Hand, finger, mouth, lips, tongue: a proud workforce. She was a manager, an orchestrator, a pit boss; she ruled gently and kindly. She was firm, demanding. She did her job well. Something came over him. A contraction: he was giving birth. It seized him by the butthole, near his new friend, his slender, white new friend. The new friend pressed into the contraction, unaware of the tremendous occasion, the life that was emerging out of the shared work. "Unnnghhh AHHHhhhh" he moaned, breaking his silence. It moved up to his cock: He felt his dick contract. Gripped with pleasure, he screamed; he moaned. She knew what was coming. She knew what had to be done. She readied herself: dick out of mouth, hand on dick. Finger up butthole. Eyes closed, waiting. Face, mouth ready. Her hands moved, knowing, without direction, what was demanded of them. She was calm, serene, trusting. He felt his dick contract. From deep inside him, he felt liquids move. Subterranean flows. From the center outward(her white finger touched the center, her white finger kept returning to his center) it radiated. (Continents moved. Cities crumbled, people screamed, delighted and terrified at the terrible, awesome destruction.) A spasm seized his cock, seized his nerves, bundles, axons, ganglia, plexi. All shook, all quivered. From deep inside him, he felt liquids move. Liquid shot out: white, milky. Streams of hot cum poured from his dick. She continued to massage him, kneading his member with her white hands. The hot cum followed the direction of her tender strokes. It poured out of him as she touched him. He was crying, moaning. He was no longer in control: she controlled him, she controlled him with his own dick. His dick was in her control; his dick controlled him; she controlled his dick; she controlled him with his own dick. Liquid continued to stream from him onto her loving face. She received his stream, selflessly. As the last torrent came, he opened his eyes. He saw her covered in his white liquid, her beautiful face glazed with his juices. She smiled sweetly; the thick, sugary glaze only enhanced her sweetness. She was an angel. She was a cum covered angel. She was an angel covered in cum; his cum drenched her. A Blowjob Contest My wife Carol and I have been swingers for about five years. We were initiated by couples we met through swinger magazines and were eventually introduced to the club scene. We now belong to a popular swinger club where we attend parties a couple of times a month. The club's owners frequently arrange special events to boost attendance. For example, the club newsletter announced recently that a blow-job contest was in the works. The plan was to have several of the wives compete to see who could suck off the most men. Volunteers would win a free one-year membership for themselves and their husbands, and the lucky winner would be rewarded with a five year membership. Carol is very skillful at the fine art of giving head, so I suggested that she volunteer for the contest. After thinking it over for no more than ten seconds, she said, "Count me in." She and three other women signed up for the contest. As Carol's "blowjob coach", I got a blowjob every day for the two weeks leading up to the contest. To measure her progress, each blowjob was timed. I didn't think it was possible for her to get any better at giving head, but, under my tutelage, she sucked me off faster with each passing day. She also mastered a few new techniques, including deep-throat. The big day arrived and we showed up at the club early. To my surprise the parking lot was already full. Word of the blowjob contest had spread like wildfire and many of the husbands wanted to be first in line. The bare-breasted receptionist informed us that because Carol was participating in the contest, our admission fee was waived, and that if I wanted a blowjob, I would have to take a number from the dispenser just like everyone else. Carol pulled my ticket and grinned when she told me that ninety guys would get their blowjobs ahead of me. The club was already crowded with couples in various stages of dress, some naked and others with towels wrapped around their bodies. The contest was to be held in the main lounge rather than in the party rooms in the back. We made our way through the crowd to the bar, where we fortified ourselves with a couple of stiff drinks from our private bottle. As more people arrived, I nudged my lovely wife and said, "Looks like you are going to have plenty of dicks to suck tonight." My heart was pounding with excitement. We made our way to the locker room to shed our clothes, then, clad in garter belt with nylons and a towel wrapped around her shapely body, Carol went to the office to join the other contestants. Back at the bar, I tried to put an end to the last of my inhibitions with another shot of vodka then made my way to a booth close to the stage and asked the sexy couple seated there if I could join them. "Sure, there's plenty of room," they said. Candy, the sexy co-owner of the club, was greeted by whistles and applause as she came on stage. After telling a few raunchy jokes, she explained the contest rules. She called our attention to the four pillows that had been placed on the stage for the contestants to kneel on, and explained that the women would be in profile to the audience so we could see everything. Four microphones had been set up at waist height next to the pillows to pick up the wet sounds of four mouths munching on four cocks. We were told that we would not get to choose our cocksucker but would have to take the next one available when our number came up. Each cocksucker would be assigned a female judge who would keep score. The judge could disqualify a participant if he couldn't get a hard-on or couldn't cum within five minutes. In order for the blowjob to count, the entire load had to be shot into the cocksucker's mouth. It was then to be spit into a champagne glass. At the end of the contest, a consolation prize would be awarded to the contestant who had the fullest glass. The final rule was that no "cheater fist" would be allowed. The job had to be done entirely with the mouth. As for the men, hair-pulling or any other contact would not be permitted. "There are two-hundred and fifty of you horny guys out there waiting for a blowjob, so let's get on with it!" Candy exclaimed. "And don't hold it back. The best way to thank her for the blowjob is to help her win by cumming quick!" That must have been good news to the premature ejaculators. Two-hundred and fifty divided by four meant that my wife would probably suck around sixty dicks during the contest. My heart thudded with excitement. One of my favorite things is to sit back and jack off while watching Carol blow somebody. Watching her suck one guy is a thrill, so imagine how excited I was at the prospect of watching her do sixty in a row. Candy called the women out on stage. A cheer went up when my lovely Carol came out in high heels, garter belt and nylons. As one of the most beautiful women in the club, she is always in demand. Big round tits, long legs, and a smooth ass without the slightest hint of cellulite all topped off with an insatiable appetite for sex. The other three contestants followed, each greeted with cheers and whistles. Four very pretty ladies dropping to their knees is enough to give any man a hard-on. My neighbor shed his towel to expose an impressive hard-on. His pretty wife winked at me as she stroked it up and down. "I have a free hand," she said, patting the seat next to her. I slid closer and flipped my towel aside. Her husband winked at me as his wife's soft, cool hand teased my inflamed cock. They introduced themselves as Linda and Paul. The first ten men compared numbers and took their places in line. "Go for it!" Candy shouted. The first four men, all sporting hard-ons, rushed forward. Number one popped his thick cock into my wife's open mouth. I don't think she even looked up at his face as she started gnawing on that dick as though her life depended on it. The club PA system was cranked up to maximum volume and the sound of four wet, sloppy blowjobs filled the club. It was the perfect accompaniment to the spectacle. My wife's man didn't even last a minute and everyone heard her choke as his load blasted into her mouth. A cheer went up as he rose to his tip-toes, shuddered from head to toe, and moaned ecstatically. Carol drained every drop of his essence. Another cheer went up as she spit the milky load into her glass. She had a head start on the other contestants. The women all had a beverage beside them. Carol had a tumbler of vodka. After each man, she took a little sip. "Excuse me," my neighbor said, as he left to take his place in line. "He wants that slut on the left," Linda said. "I can tell she loves to suck cock. She's way ahead of the others already. My bet is on her." Her hand felt wonderful on my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. "She's been lucky," I replied. "Had a couple of premature ejaculators. Oh, and by the way, that's my wife." She giggled and continued to twirl my baton. "Maybe we can get together after the contest," she suggested. "I would like that very much," I said. I pulled off her towel and squeezed her big, soft breast. Her husband got his wish and I watched as he slipped his large, richly-veined cock between my wife's frothy lips. I nearly came at that point and had to remove my friendly neighbor's hand from my cock or risk filling it with spunk. "I'll do you right here and now," she offered. "I bet I can suck your dick as good as she can." The idea of having her blow me while my wife blew her husband was appealing, but I asked her for a raincheck. "Saving myself for the contest," I stammered. I fondled her pussy as we watched her husband fill my wife's mouth with jism. "How was she?" Linda asked as her husband returned. "Fantastic. I thought I would never stop cumming." He noticed that I was finger-fucking his wife and gave me a wink. "She's his wife," she said, with a nod in my direction. "Well, I guess you owe him a blowjob, then," he said with a chuckle. By the time I got up to take my place in line, my wife had already sucked off thirty guys, giving her a commanding lead. She is truly a virtuoso at playing a meat-whistle. I watched in awe as she sucked a cock so large that it was a challenge just to get the head in her mouth. I taught her that the way to make a man cum quick is to concentrate on the bundles of nerves just behind the head, and that's how she was working him. Her head bobbed rapidly as her lips caressed the ultra-sensitive area at the throat of his cock. Lightheaded with excitement, I reached the head of the line. I didn't know which cocksucker to cheer for. I could have my wife anytime. On the other hand, I had never had her after so many guys had been there ahead of me. My wife's lead increased as her man shot so much cum into her mouth that her cheeks bulged. The irony of it! I was in a wife-swapping club with more than two hundred women available and I was going to have sex with my own wife! As I approached her, she was spitting the last load into the glass, which was filling rapidly. Her red, smeared lips were shiny with cum. I slid my aching cock between them. Her mouth, lined with thirty layers of spunk, had never been so slippery. I don't think she even realized it was me until I shot my load. "Going to help you win, Baby," I growled, as I ejaculated prematurely. Only then did she look up at me and wink. When I was finished, she spit the load into the glass, which was half full. The judge made another tally mark on her clipboard. On rubbery legs, I rejoined my new friends Linda and Paul. "Well, you didn't last long," Linda said with a laugh. "That handjob you gave me had me right on the edge," I answered. Linda motioned me towards them and went to her knees between my legs. "You had a good blowjob, but now you are going to get a great one," she said, and with that she sucked my limp dick into her mouth. Paul, who was obviously as much of a voyeur as I am, watched with a broad grin on his handsome face. He asked if he could fuck my wife after the contest. With his cute wife sucking hard on my dick I could hardly say no. And was she ever fantastic! As good, or better, than my wife. While Linda sucked some life back into my cock, I watched the spectacle on stage. Of the four men getting blowjobs, at least one was cumming at all times, and, at one point, all four were cumming at the same time. The contest was moving along much more quickly than I expected. The number of premature ejaculators increased with the passage of time. No doubt they were over-excited from watching and playing with their cocks. One of the women, green around the gills, dropped out after finishing off thirty guys. "That just means more dicks for your wife to suck," Linda joked. Finally, the last three men were on stage. Linda had restored my hard-on to its full glory, and now she returned to her seat to watch the grand finale. A cheer went up as each of the last group of men succumbed to the pleasure of a perfect blowjob. My wife finished her man off last, and as she rose to her feet with a mischievous smile on her cum-sucking lips, the audience gave her a standing ovation. She won by sucking off seventy-one guys - an incredible feat by any standard! Candy studied the cum-glasses and declared my wife the winner in the quantity contest, as well. It was a clean sweep. Carol was obviously feeling the effects of the vodka by then and did something that she probably wouldn't have done if she had been sober. After Candy presented her with her trophy, Carol poured the last of her vodka into her cum-glass, stirred it with her finger, and raised the glass in a toast. "Here's to all the guys I sucked off," she said, and then she gulped down the cocktail. She picked up two of the other glasses and slowly and carefully poured the creamy, white fluid over her big, round tits. She poured the last glass onto her belly to run down over her pussy. The audience rose to their feet and gave her a standing ovation. The usual orgy in the party rooms followed the contest. Paul and I fucked each other's wives side by side while other men impatiently waited their turns. Carol was very much in demand. Some of the men who had arrived too late to be included in the contest wanted to find out if Carol deserved the title of "Blowjob Queen". She convinced a half a dozen of them before we called it a night. The contest was such a success that the owners are planning another one. Carol and I hope they do. She wants to try to break her old record! A Blowjob for Tina? Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. The same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. With all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. My wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. Tina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night. Tina, on the other hand, was not really anything to brag about as far as looks. She has a pretty face, medium length blond hair, and a very large rack. The problem is that she doesn't take care of herself and has put on a great deal of weight since her divorce of about five years ago. She probably goes about 260, so that large rack is a little on the droopy side. As night began to fall, we got out of the pool and dried off, lit the tiki torches, and broke out a few bottles of red wine. We sat around in the warm night air and talked about everything from politics to music and everything in between. As the night wore on and the wine continued to flow, the conversation eventually turned to sex. Tina was curious about how many times a week we made love, if my wife as still as happy with my oral sex abilities as she was when we were dating, and what were some of the more kinky things we had done lately. After filling her in on all the details, the discussion turned to Tina's sexlife, or lack there of. "Now that you know about us, what's going on with you?" my wife asked. "That's easy," Tina replied, "nothing. I haven't felt a man's hands on my body in about a year and haven't been laid in a year and a half. If it wasn't for my good old reliable Purple Panther, I don't know what I'd do." "Wow, that's terrible," my wife said. "I know those vibes do an ok job in getting you off, but there no substitute for a soft tongue or a big cock." God, hearing her say that made my heart flutter and was an instant turn on. I so badly wanted to cut the evening short and drag her up to the room to fuck her brains out. "You're not telling me anything I don't know," Tina continued. "I know I could probably go out to a bar or something and hook up with a guy, but even though I really want sex, I just can't do the whole one-night stand thing. I don't want people to think I'm a slut." "There's nothing wrong with being a slut every once in a while," my wife said giggling. "You just have to know when and where to do it." "Yeah, I know what you're talking about," Tina said, also giggling. "Being slutty with your husband is a little different than banging some stranger, though." "I suppose so. But still," my wife trailed off, appearing to be deep in thought. Turning to me she asked, "what do you think?" "Well, all I know is that there's no way I could last that long without some kind of physical contact. I don't care how concerned about appearing slutty I was, I think I'd have to take some serious steps to try and resolve the situation." "Do you have any hot friends that would be interested in a quick roll in the hay?" Tina asked, somewhat seriously. "Unfortunately, no. Most of my friends are married or in serious relationships," I replied. "The question still remains," Tina laughed. After another hour of conversation and a final bottle of wine, we cleaned up the patio and went in for the night. Even though it was a little early, probably around 11, we decided to call it a night since we wanted to get an early start tomorrow. We had planned a day at the beach and wanted to get a jump on traffic. We said goodnight to Tina and retired to our room. It's hard to say who made the first move, but as soon as our bedroom door was closed, I grabbed my wife and she grabbed me. She pulled off my swimsuit and immediately began to fondle my balls and already hard cock. "Do you know how bad I want this inside me?" she breathed in my ear. "Not half as bad as I want to put it in you," I whispered back. "You're sooo hot in that bikini. I wanted to rip it off and screw you right by the pool." As I said this, I began to undress her. Once she was naked, I put a hand on either side of her face and gave her a deep passionate kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly and continued to gently play with my balls. I released her and took a small step back to get a full view of my little hotty's awesome body. I then put a hand on her shoulder and gently turned her around so she was facing away from me. As I moved in close behind her, she bent over slightly so her ass stuck out a bit and slightly spread her legs. I put my arms around her waist and slid my throbbing cock between her thighs, not in her pussy, just between her thighs. She moaned again and began to grind her hips into me. "God you feel good, Baby." She whispered. "I'm sooo wet and horny after that conversation tonight. All I want is your hard cock buried in my pussy. Will you do me?" "You know I will, Princess," I replied. "I'd like to lick you first, though. Nothing tastes better than the juice from my woman's pussy." "Any other time I would say yes," she said, "but right now I know what I want and that's your cock in my pussy." Not wanting to argue with a woman who knows what she wants, I led her over to the bed. She lay down on her back with her legs spread wide open and motioned for me to mount up. I hesitated for a minute, leaning over her to gently take her left nipple in my mouth. I flicked it a few times with my tongue and gently pinched the right one with my fingers. She arched her back, moaned, and said "stop teasing me and fuck my pussy." I was just about ready to slide my throbbing cock into that little slice of Heaven known as my wife's pussy, when we heard a sound at the door. We both froze and listened. There it was again, "Lissy. Lissy." "It's Tina," I whispered. "Yes?" My wife said. "I hate to bother you, but can you come out here for a minute?" My wife looked at me with a puzzled look, and I shook my head in response. "I wonder what she wants," I mumbled. "I'll be right there," my wife said as she pulled on a pair of gym shorts. She left the room and closed the door behind her. My curiosity was running high, so I crept over to the door to try and hear what was going on. I could hear them both whispering, although I couldn't make out any words. Then I heard them both giggle a few times as my wife moved back towards the door and entered the room. "Well," I said. "What was that about?" "To be very blunt, Tina has a request," she began. "I guess she heard us fooling around and she wants to know if we would mind if she came in here and watched us." "Are you serious?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief. "Very," she said. "So what do you think?" "I don't know. What about you?" "Well, I know we never said we'd do a threesome, but she doesn't want to participate, she just wants to watch and probably finger herself. She's one of my best friends, so we've talked a lot about sex before, we've seen each other naked at the gym, and I completely trust her, so I don't see any reason why not." "As long as you're sure, I'm fine with it," I said. "Just as long as we make sure to stick to the no participation thing." "Don't worry about that," she assured me. "There's no way I want your cock inside someone else's pussy and chicks, at least fat ones, don't turn me on. I'll go get her." She went back out into the hall to get Tina, leaving me standing there naked, my cock still very hard and yearning to be inside her. For a second I wondered what we were doing and I almost called her back, but then curiosity got the better of me and I thought, what the hell, let's see what happens. After all, it did kinda turn me on to have another chick in the same room with us. They both walked back into the room, my wife in the lead, Tina trailing a step behind, dressed in nothing but an oversized T-shirt. "Thanks for allowing me to watch," Tina said smiling at me. "I promise I won't get in the way." "No worries," I replied, "I just hope we put a good show on for you. we certainly don't want to disappoint." "I don't think you have to worry about that," Tina assured me. "Just being near sex is going to be a treat for me." My wife walked over to the bed, slipped off her shorts and resumed her position, legs spread wide open. Tina took off her shirt and laid on the floor right by the edge of the bed, both of her legs propped up on the side. "Come and fuck me," my wife said, "I need to feel your cock inside me." I leaned over her and gave her another deep kiss before gently easing my cock in her dripping pussy. "Ohh yes, I love it when I slide inside you baby. Your sooo nice and tight!" We started to screw, nice and slowly. To tease her, I pulled out so just the tip of my cock was in her pussy and gently rocked my hips. "Give it to me!" she said, her voice a mixture of a command and a whine. With that, I rammed my cock deep inside her and began fucking her, a little faster this time. "That's right, I want it faster," she said as she moved her hips. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard." I increased the speed of my thrusting so that now my balls were making that awesome slapping sound as they smacked against her ass. "Is that how you want it, you little slut?" I asked. "Nice and deep in that yummy cunt of yours?" Up until that moment I had all but forgotten about our spectator. I heard a noise and glanced over to see Tina bucking her hips in rhythm with our fucking, her Purple Panther buried deep in her pussy. I have to admit, it was a real turn on. "Yes! Yes! Fuck that little slut! I want to hear your balls smack her ass!" Tina urged. My wife lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders, one of our favorite positions because of the deep penetration and the speed you can build up. "Fuck me! Ram that cock in my dirty little cunt!" she said, digging her fingernails into my back. "Oh God! fuck that pussy!" Tina practically yelled as she continued to use her vibrator. Then my wife put her legs down and discretely motioned for me to put my ear by her mouth. I was a little confused as to what she was doing and was very close to cumming, but I did as she asked. "Don't talk, just listen," she said. "I want to give Tina something she'll remember. I'm going to kneel down on the floor beside her, you're going to stand up, I'm going to suck you off, and you're going to shoot your hot sticky cum all over her tits and maybe her face. Let's go!" "Hey, what's going on?" Tina asked. "I want to see and hear that pussy being fucked some more." "You just wait," my wife said. "You're going to get a treat." There was no playing around or teasing now. She took my cock deep in her mouth, helped along a bit by my hand pushing the back of her head. She began to suck and move her mouth up and down my cock, pausing every now and then to swirl her tongue. "Yes baby, suck that cock! Suck it nice and deep!" I said, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Oh you little slut! Suck that dick like a dirty little whore!" Tina said, practically panting as she neared orgasm. By now I thought my balls were going to explode, I wanted to cum so badly. And what I saw next almost put me over the edge. Tina had sat up now and was kneeling on the floor right beside my wife. She had given up her vibe, but in its place she had slid three fingers inside her pussy and was using her thumb to rub her clit. In front of me now I had my gorgeous wife sucking my cock and just to her right a chick masturbating for me, her large tits bouncing and swaying as she moved her hips. "Yes Lissy! Keep sucking! Make me cum baby!" "Make him cum you slut! And drink every drop!" Tina said, continuing to plunge her fingers in and out of her pussy. My wife gave me another two or three good sucks and a final swirl of her tongue. Remembering what she had told me to do, I pulled her head away from my cock by her hair, turned to the right slightly, and unleashed one of the biggest loads of cum in the history of man. It shot all over Tina's floppy tits. A few drops even made it to her chin. Surprise swept over her face, but then she said, "Oh God, keep cumming on me! Shoot that sticky cum all over me!" She arched her back, almost falling over backwards as her orgasm finally swept over her. I stood there watching the two naked women in front of me, not really sure what to do next. My wife sat on the floor smiling, clearly enjoying what had happened and Tina was still trying to catch her breath. Then, without warning, Tina leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked the last few remaining drops of cum off the tip of my cock. Talk about a surprise!