I knew what was going to happen next. His penis exploded in me for a third time. The pain was even worse while he was cumming. One time when I was a l...ittle girl my mother had to give me an enema. I remember the sensation of the water being forced into my bowels to make me go to the bathroom. The explosive orgasm Superman had in my anus felt like that enema my mother gave me. He shot deep into me and his sperm entered my bowels. I don’t know how much he came, but he was pumping inside of me for. The candles are already casting a warm glow into the room. We walk to the Modigliani to look, and to our left, notice the window opened into the courtyard of the institute below us. In the courtyard are seated a young lady in a short back dress playing a viola. Accompanying her on a classical guitar is a young man in a black dress shirt and slacks. Both are angelic in appearance. They are playing the sensuous Eroica, Beethoven’s symphony No. 3 in E Flat. They look up to us and smile. You look. That's why I have a special little rug to stand on inside, so no dribbles get on the carpet. I told her that I didn't know if I could keep enough water and juice in me if I was walking around. She said that there was going to be another girl, one they had used before, to help fill carafes just before the party. I asked who and it turned out it was going to be Lisa from the bukkake party. I guess that's how they knew her.On the day of the party Lisa arrived a little early so we had a chance. Adrenaline surged through me and blood rushed to my throbbing cock as I saw her fully unclothed for the first time. She was faced away from me, but I could see the outline of her small boob, the tip of her brownish pink nipple standing out from the caress of the towel she just released. She looked back towards me, then diverted her eyes away. Her back was lean, a clean line down the middle to her waist, sloping naturally to the top of her butt crack which split two shapely cheeks. I could tell.