My New Life 2: The Next Morning - Sex Stories

My New Life 2: The Next Morning

... have any milk with the cereal, I’ll have some on the slogan.” I took a moment, trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about, but in my defense I was more than a little distracted by the sensation of her hand as it worked up and down at such a perfect rhythm. “Okay, I give up,” I confessed. “I want you to shoot your milk on ‘The tits you can see.’” Clara smirked. That definitely got a laugh out of me. "God that joke is terrible!" I continued to laugh hard. Now, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the male orgasm. (Hey there might be a few of you ladies reading this…) Men are much more likely to cum when they’re tense. That's the main cause of premature ejaculation. It's also why the guys in pornos are always breathing as deeply as possible, to try and relax. It’s hard to stay relaxed when you’re loins are on fire with lust, but if you can, it helps you last longer. Needless to say, laughing doesn't help you hold out, quite the opposite in fact. Before long my orgasm began. I shot spurt after spurt of cum all over her chest. One or two of the stronger strands landed on her face as she knelt there smiling at me. My face was frozen between a laugh and an ‘O.’ Given how stupid a face I must've been making, I was glad that there were no cameras in the shower, or even a mirror for that matter. Clara was there however, and after I finished cumming, her smile turned into a laugh. In my orgasmic bliss, I didn't care. It had easily been the most intense I’d ever ...

... experienced. “Holy,” I panted, trying to catch my breath, “Shit!” My legs felt weak, and I was a little worried I might fall. “Fuck, that was amazing!” I exclaimed after I got my breath back. Clara stopped laughing and smiled at me in a way that I hoped she always would. “You like that one, Tiger?” I could only nod as I leaned against the shower wall for support. “I’m glad, but lets see how good that ‘milk’ of yours is.” Even though I was shielding her from most of the shower’s spray, the evidence was starting to get washed away. Using two fingers, Clara brought a big glob of semen up to her lips and sucked them clean. She moaned in pleasure at the taste. “Is it actually good?” I asked stupidly. “Actually, it’s a bit like salty buttermilk,” she admitted with a guilty smile. “Ugh, that figures,” I said with a grimace. “I knew it couldn't taste like ice cream.” “But it’s yours, so I enjoy eating it.” Just like the previous night, I wanted so much to tell her that I loved her. Everything she said got me so churned up inside. The way she moved, the way she acted and behaved; all of it just made me love her more. I literally had to bite my tongue to remind myself it was too soon to tell her. When I finally decided I could trust myself I offered her my hand and asked, “Need help getting up?” “Ooh,” her eyes lit up as she took my hand and got to her feet. “Such a gentleman.” As she stood, my still mostly hard dick brushed against her stomach. “Looks like someone still isn’t satisfied, ...