Emily - Part Three - Sex Stories

Emily - Part Three

... BLEW. A week’s worth of pent up semen came gushing out. I gave her rope after rope of my love elixir. I lost count of the number of contractions, but it felt like it took a full minute for them to end. And, the whole time, Emily was looking straight into my eyes; sucking and swallowing. And swallowing. And swallowing. As the pace and force of my ejaculation finally slowed, she gently squeezed my balls while she jacked my shaft, trying to coax every bit of my lava out of my body and into her mouth. I finally stopped shooting, and she slowly took her lips away. I could barely keep standing. She squeezed my shaft some more, milking out the last bit of cum and then lapping it up. “Man, that was amazing. You really did keep your promise. I almost couldn’t swallow it all. And you came so hard; it was like having a fire-hose nozzle in my mouth.” I babbled something incoherent. “Oh, babe,” she said as she stood up, “I guess it was good for you, too.” She kissed me, and I could taste myself. It wasn’t half bad. She backed away a little; and, gently holding my softening member, said, “Well, I guess our big guy is done for a while.” “Our?” I said in all the voice I could muster. “If that’s okay, I mean,” she said, softly. She was now flustered. I thought about it. “It’s a package deal, you know,” I said. “You want ownership of the cock, you have to be prepared to take the heart, too.” She smiled that big, big smile of hers. Kissing me again, she dropped her skirt and panties at my feet. “Funny,” she said in a sexy whisper, guiding my hand to her sopping mound, “my… our… pussy has the same terms.” I picked her up and carried her to our bed.