“When she finally calmed down and lifted her hips a little, I saw the thick layer of white mucus that built up during her orgasm. She dismounted me and laid on her back on the carpet. She said I progressed to the cave where the evil boss Pele was hiding. She told me that Pele lit a fire, and the aim of the boss-fight was to put out the fire.
“I didn’t know who the fuck Pele was because it didn’t sound like it was the famous soccer player. I also did not know what Pele was burning in a cave and why. But the game sounded exciting, and I played along. I could find out the details later, if there was anything more to it than her imagination. I then checked if it would be safe to enter the cave if there was a leak in the fire hose. She said that any leaking water would evaporate and couldn’t cause any trouble. She clarified by saying that the only way to put the fire out was to spray large amounts of white foam onto it. I interpreted it as an invitation to leave a creampie.
“I didn’t need more encouragement and knelt between her legs and slowly pushed my dick in. My tip pierced her nether lips and started to slide into her hot velvety inside. When I was completely in, she took a pillow off the couch and placed it under her buttocks. The motion caused me to go even deeper into her and my cock jerked, upon which she slapped me on the butt and said, “Go for it, Cowboy.”
“Because she brought me to the edge so many times, I knew my trigger could go off easily and shoot streams of semen into her. I got concerned about an unplanned pregnancy and said that I only wanted to make sure that I would not hear that Pele got ‘company’ in nine months’ time. I offered to get a trap for the fire hose from my bedroom that could be used when Pele’s fire is sprayed by the foam.
“She insisted that Pele was not going to get a friend, not now and not in nine months’ time. And white foam was the only way that Pele’s fire could be extinguished. That was good enough for me, and I lifted my torso before pulling my barrel halfway out. I intended to take it slow, but my randyness got the better of my brain. For a few strokes, I could take it slow, but she lifted her hips every time just before I drove in and sped up my rhythm. Every time that I bumped against her at the bottom, her breasts swayed sensually. My breath started to rush, and I felt like I was going to lose control of my trigger. She must have noticed this too because she kept her hips permanently tilted.
When I fired the first large caliber shot, I knew there would be trouble. My gun was set on rapid fire and the magazine was overloaded. There would be more than enough foam to put out Pele’s fire, it would flood the cave and spill out onto the fields outside the cave. I tried to stop and pull out, but my hips would pull back spontaneously and thrust forward to deliver another high caliber load of cum. Even if I didn’t pull back, I still thrusted forward with sufficient force to make her breasts sway in large circles. I did not even try to count, but I must have fired seven or eight shots. Drained, I sank down on her and laid in an ecstatic feeling of total bliss and peace.
She did not allow me any time to enjoy this ethereal feeling because she, too, realized that the cave had flooded and was going to cause trouble on the pillow and carpet. She slapped me on the butt again and said that Pele’s fire had been sorted out for the time being, but that we needed to get out of the cave and clear our tracks. I woke out of my trance and pulled out of her. A stream of white cum gushed out of her and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. A pool of semen was trapped between her buttocks, and I saw how it continued to fill up due to the flow out of her. It threatened to overflow the hollow her buttocks pressed into the pillow if nothing was done.
“Semen still flowed from me and splattered on her tummy and navel. I gripped and pinched my foreskin to prevent more semen from seeping out and spilling onto the carpet while I rushed to the bathroom to get a towel. My legs were weak, and I struggled to get going. She urged me on and grabbed the ends of the pillow and pulled them up, making a larger hollow.
“I snapped into action and got a towel which I slid in under the pillow. When she released the pillow, my sex juice spilled over the edge of the cushion like a waterfall and made a large pool on the towel.
“She lifted her hips so I could remove the pillow and more juice spilled onto the towel. She sat upright until the flood subsided and helped more out of her with her finger, licking some off every so often. I wiped the last juice off her buttocks and the small of her back with the towel tips. We decided it would be wise to get another towel before she got up which was a good move because more juice came out of her when she got up. She squashed the new towel between her legs and walked to the guest bathroom. I picked up the spilled-on towel and pillow and followed her.
“She opened the shower taps and while we waited for the water to warm up, we took the cover off the pillow and placed it in the sink and filled it with water. She dropped the towels on the shower floor and when the water was hot, she stepped inside and pulled me in with her. We washed each other’s bodies very much like the Juliette and I did. While we were washing each other, the soapy water under our feet rinsed the towels.
“At some stage, we kicked the towels to the edge of the shower floor, and I killed another fire that Pele started. This time, Mithrada was leaning forward against the shower wall with her legs spread wide. I entered her from behind and could play with her large tits. I was so worked up from washing her that it didn’t take me long to cum, albeit with a much-reduced volume. Cum, nonetheless, seeped out of her for more than a minute and was washed down her leg with the aid of water from the shower. When we closed the tap, she proposed that we dress properly before we attempted other tasks.
“After I was dry, I went to fetch our clothes in the TV room and realized, with a shock, how strong it smelt of sex. I opened the windows and doors and got a fan that I aimed at the outside door which I opened for better ventilation.
“We got dressed and I fetched a bucket in the kitchen to put the towels in. She washed the pillowcase. With the wet tip of a towel, we tried to clean the wet spot on the cushion and just hoped that it would not stain. I spin dried the cover and towels and put them in the tumble dryer, we placed the pillow in front of the heater to dry out. It was soon clear that there would be a stain left on the pillow. Mom apparently asked Sis sometime later when she washed the pillowcases if she knew where the stain had come from.
“It was already after three when we could slow down for the first time, and I made two more cups of hot chocolate to warm us up again. When we stepped into the TV room, it was freezing cold, and the smell of sex was still hanging in the air. We left the door open and moved to my bedroom to chat a bit. I asked her if she was on birth control. I mean she was dead sure that she wouldn’t get pregnant.