The Young Barista - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Young Barista - Part 3

... consummated our desire and there was one final act left - the magnum opus. I first felt it in my throat, then my chest and then my stomach, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm and it was about to arrive. As biology took over there was noting I could do anymore to stop it and I didn’t want to. My abs started to contract and before I knew it, I had reached the point of no return. I clutched Sam’s butt with great force, buried my head in her shoulder and braced myself for an uncontrollable release that was about to fill her young womb. With one final gasp for air, my entire body tensed and I let out a primal roar the likes of which I’ve never heard before. I shook and spasm with great intensity, powerful bursts of sperm exploded inside her pussy and filled her with hot liquid cum. I shook so hard that I heard the windows rattle nervously and the suspension squeak in protest. The extremity of my release also ignited Sam’s final orgasm for the night. Her fingers dug into my back, she began to scream and with each of my contractions, Sam matched it as her pussy pulsed and greedily drank in the warm live savory culture, freshly milked from my cock. We were both a sweaty, screaming, groaning and spasm-ing mess of naked flesh, sweat and juice. It was utter, mind-blowing carnality. After what seemed like an eternity of shaking and twitching, blackness ensued. Our senses had been over stimulated and it involuntarily shut down. We both passed out for a few minutes. As I came to, I found ...

... Sam lying motionless in my arms, still astraddle of me, and I lay slumped in my seat, pants still around my ankle. A passerby would have thought that something violent just happened in our car, and it kind of did, but in an extremely pleasurable way. I tapped her softly on her shoulder, “Are you awake?” I heard Sam softly murmur as she stirred and tried to move. After about a minute, she let out a muffled “wow, I can’t believed that happened.” “Oh my God,” I groaned, “me neither.” W e painfully began to pull ourselves together, completely spent from the intensity of our sex. My seat, my crotch and my thighs was sticky with our love juices, but I was too worn to care, I just pulled my pants up and Sam adjusted herself and put what little clothing she had back into place. Several dollops of cum dripped out her pussy and flowed down her thighs, but like me, she had no energy left to care. We staggered back to the front seats, had some water and made sure we were sober enough to make the drive home. We didn’t say much on the quiet drive back. But at one point, Sam reached out to grab my hand and placed it on her thighs. After all those months of meeting and talking and flirting, we crossed the threshold this night and no words were really necessary. A deep and unique bond had been formed and there was a settled sense of quiet confirmation of our new found desire for each other. The coming days and weeks will tell of how it will all unfold, but for tonight, our fates and destinies ...