She continued stroking me and sucking on my head, like she was sucking a thick milkshake threw a narrow straw. She took every drop down her throat--su...cking it right out of my balls and straight into her stomach. Never wasting a drop. It was a sensational orgasm. At least thirty contractions. After I was finished cumming, I was breathing like a racehorse. “Wow,” was all I could think to say as I looked down at her. “Holy shit, Johnny! That was the biggest load I’ve ever seen! You been saving. The following day at school things appeared to be pretty normal, but that afternoon and for several after, Coby did not join me in my home after school. I was disappointed, but not upset. I reasoned that Coby was probably suffering from ‘gay-remorse’ in some or other way. Eight days later I was surprised when Coby again elected to enter my home. I wondered if our former encounter would be spoken about that afternoon. My question was answered after entering my room and dropping our school bags.. This stretched her about as far as she could go. Her groaning and twitching increased as her body told me what she liked. More and more we found a rhythm. Her juices covered my hand and face. Her taste was intoxicating. The more her pussy produced, the more my tongue licked up. She put her hands in my hair and grabbed 2 fists full and pulled and pushed my head around, directing my efforts to her sensitive spots. Suddenly Em tensed. Her body rigid, her thighs came to a close around my ears, and. Anjan slowly nuzzled at her neck and kissed her a couple of times as he slowly started stroking his dick in and out of her pussy. Anjan was quietly murmuring things into her ears (I was to discover later that he was telling her that as her brother, he wanted to fuck her exclusively, and didn’t even like sharing her with me – a lie, but it was working!). After a dozen strokes, I could feel the grip on my balls loosen fractionally – Anjan’s precum has started lubricating her pussy, making it.