As she relaxed from exhaustion, Darnell leaned forward, which pressed his cock downward and into her.
“Where do you want it,” he asked. She didn’t answer. I saw his balls draw up. “Where?” He said again through gritted teeth. Though she was in the pill, I said, “On her tits and face!”, wanting to see him blast his initial load all over her. He can cum in her pussy on his second go-around, if she’s able to take more.
He pulled out with a wet pop, which brought her back to what was happening. He grabbed his cock and after two strokes, shot a thick rope of white sperm that stretched from her right tit, still red from his grip, down her belly, almost to her bush. I could see the amazement on her face at the shiny stream. He moved over her more and stroked his prick three times, like he was cocking a shotgun. Apt description and the second squirt exploded a ridiculous blast from his dick, it reached her lips and trailed down her chin to her upper chest.
At this point, I lost control and came all over my hand and belly. But I didn’t take my eyes off of them. He continued to yank himself though more gently. A third gush pored on tits and then a smaller fourth followed. Fuckin A, I thought. Denise stared at his spitting prick as she scooped up a load of it from her chest and smeared it across her face and into her mouth.
“Jack, there should be a couple of towels in that bathroom,” he said without looking at me. “I made a mess all over your pretty wife.” He moved his cock to her face and asked her, “did you wanna taste your pussy?” She wordlessly grasped it and rubbed it on her cheek. A last drop emerged from his still-swollen head and was mixed with his other cum. She licked the underside of his shaft and then sucked in his head. I quickly fetched the towels, started cleaning myself off and threw the other one onto the couch next to them. When she finished sucking him, he picked up the towel and ran it down the length of his shaft, like the master cocksman he turned out to be. Then he carefully wiped her off.
After I wiped myself dry, but before I could sit down next to my used wife, he plopped down. His dick still looked half swollen as it bounced against his thigh. I looked at my wife in time to see her duck under his raised arm. She laid her head on his chest, winked at me, pressing her breasts against his side. Her right leg settled on his, her bush on his thigh. Her hand came to rest on his meat, which she casually petted and rubbed.
“Heh heh,” Darnell laughed. “You’re not ready to call it a night, are you, baby? Just climb up on me when you’re ready.”
Part 3 coming soon