Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

Pulling with my hands I plunged down forcing the head into my throat. When he realized what I was doing he stopped throwing my head up on the backstroke, instead helping me get down. Together we got about two inches into my esophagus before the widening shaft stopped us.

Lloyd held me still there until it became obvious that I needed to breath. He only let me retreat far enough to free my throat, then again held me stock still.

Lloyd lifted his legs wrapping them around my back, imprisoning me further there on his club. Somewhere Claire was ecstatically approving, "You go guys! This is incredible! You're almost there! You're gonna do it! You're gonna do it!"

The giant tube twitched then got hard. I hadn't yet felt it fully hard. But now it firmed up greatly. Based on the new way it filled my mouth I could tell it wouldn't be going back in my throat again.

I realized that he had been on the verge of cumming and was frozen still so he could edge himself.

Claire was disappointed that he hadn't finished, fretting, "Ugh, you guys were there. We were so close. Scotty! Don't you know that I hate the night sweats and bleeding hands too? I need you to help me." I was afraid her voice was deteriorating into a sob, "I need you to finish him. Please, please."

I was disappointed too. Yes, I was ready for it to be over. But the perversion of it all was that I was wanting to feel him fill me up with his goo.

He twitched one more time then yanked my head off his cock. For the first time I saw the bulging bare cockhead, not covered by foreskin. It was impressively plump, ruddy and throbbing. I looked it over, preoccupied with studying its shape before he buried it out of sight again.

He held my head inches away. I craned with my neck, sticking out my tongue trying to get a swipe at it. I needed to finish him for her sanity. Or maybe for me.

It throbbed again exuding a large dollup from the slit. Now, I've seen my precum many times and it's always clear. This was milky so I knew he had shut off his orgasm when it was almost too late

I compared that drop to mine knowing that it would in all probability taste a lot like mine. Maybe it wouldn't taste bad. Likewise, though a lot larger, his cock was roughly like mine too. Thinking about my cock and cum it dawned on me that I was solidly rock hard.

I spit out my words, "Finish it Lloyd. Give me your cum. I want it to possess my mouth then leak out onto your stomach like you said. Then I'll scoop it up and play with the sticky strands. I'm gonna milk the last drops onto my tongue sucking them out with all the suction I can manage. Lastly, I'll lick you clean just like Claire said.

Being ignored his unit started to droop, but just when I worried we might have failed, a smooth petite feminine foot with pink painted toenails appeared. She grasped his big tube with two toes holding it up, pointing it at my widely open hungry mouth.

Lloyd couldn't stand the sensual effect of her sexy foot pinching his shaft. He let out a loud deep moan driving my head down. In its present floppy soft state my lips went all the way to his stomach, trapping her toes between his balls and my lips. It was hard to believe that the whole damn thing was balls deep down my gullet. He pistoned it the full length a couple times until it rapidly regained its full rigidity and could no longer make the complete journey.

He started shouting, "I'm gonna cum! I'm fuckin' shooting!"

Grabbing his massive staff with one hand I jerked him into my mouth. With my other I took hold of my more modest seven incher, wanking furiously.

I dropped a big load on the carpet thrusting my hips involuntarily in orgasmic spasms.

When I was done Lloyd took another minute to finish while I obediently waited, letting him use my mouth. He unloaded with a blast, flooding my entire oral cavity with slimy spoo. The back pressure caused a massive quantity to jet from my tightly closed lips onto his belly, balls, and Claire's foot.

In a cum eating frenzy I slurped the white-hot cream from his stomach then licked his cock and balls clean. I tackled her foot last, finding the thick spermy juice in every crevice it had dripped into.

I was sitting on my haunches relishing in my post orgasmic afterglow when Lloyd jumped up, dressing himself without even wiping his softened penis.

He made a hasty B-line for the door where I followed, savoring the residue on my tongue, to let him out. As he slipped out he whispered, "Call me. And good luck! It looks like she's pissed about something."

Turning I saw Claire standing there with crossed arms. Her eyes smoldered with a burning intensity of discontent. Her lips were drawn in a tight scowl.

I tried to deflect, not knowing what I did wrong. Meekly I addressed her with caution, "I only did what you wanted."

She held one palm up high and the other palm down low in a now familiar gesture. With cold staccato precision she spoke, "The hell you did. You enjoyed it!"

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