I’m making it sound as though this was a prolonged blowjob in which I luxuriated in a variety of carnal delights. The reality was I was unable to enjoy any of these moves for more than a few seconds. Everything new that Sally tried merely resulted in me gasping and groaning. And it was clear to Sally, who now knew my triggers, that I was moving inexorably (and pretty quickly) towards orgasm.
Pausing for a second she looked me square in the eye, with her lips inches from the head of my cock.
“Come on Jack, let it go,” she implored. “I want to taste your spunk,” as she bowed her head back down and took me as deep into her throat as she was able to.
Despite my deference and respectfulness, I needed no second bidding. In fact, I was unable to contain myself. That approval from Sally was all that it took to trigger my orgasm. No sooner had she wrapped her lips back around my cock than I was exploding deep into her throat.
I couldn’t see how much spunk I produced. But I could feel that it was a lot! Evidence of that was that despite swallowing a little of it, an amount – quite a large amount – seeped out of the corner of Sally’s mouth, dribbling back down towards the base of my cock.
Coming up for air and spluttering a little, causing yet more spunk to spill out, I was pleased to see that Sally had a big grin on her face.
“Oh my goodness,” she chuckled, “I shouldn’t have been surprised by the volume and ferocity as I’ve seen you come enough times, but that was pretty powerful. I thought you were going to drown me! Was I any good?” she asked, demurely.
“Good,” I laughed, “well I clearly have no frame of reference, but I can’t imagine how that could be bettered. I think that’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me,” I opined. “But I really am sorry there was so much spunk. I hope it wasn’t too unpleasant?”
“Not at all, I was happy to get a mouthful,” she grinned. “And actually, it didn’t taste too bad at all. So come here and get a little flavour of it yourself.” she demanded, pulling me to her for a passionate, open mouthed, kiss.
Considering she’d been happy to taste her own pussy juice a little earlier I didn’t feel I could refuse. Plus I really wasn’t too grossed out at the idea. And, as Sally had suggested, whilst not nectar-like, I certainly didn’t find my own spunk particularly unpalatable.
Sadly, time was against us on this occasion for a second round. But, from then on, oral sex was a firm favourite of ours, which we indulged in at every opportunity.
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Outside of the bedroom, whilst frustrating that we could not publicly express our feelings for each other it was, in some ways, an ideal scenario. We both remained committed to our studies and intent on attending very good Universities. So, when we weren’t actually having sex (or the close approximation to it that were currently enjoying) we were working hard on our schoolwork. And not spending dreamy hours together, whilst neglecting our studies.
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