As I came close to the edge I climbed off her and sat on the bed allowing her to lay down and begin greedily sucking my massive tool. I must have cum ...arder than the day before, shooting loads into her mouth which she swallowed with the look of a professional. After I was done she remained there moaning, licking and sucking the remaining strands of cum left on my limp cock. I lay back and was delighted when she climbed on top of me and let me fondle her tits which I could never grow tired. “Becky, let’s call it a night,” I suggested. “It is getting a little late and I am tired.”Becky flared up immediately and gave her intimidating look as she said, “Are you kidding, Ted? It is only 11 and the night is still young. We can stay another hour or two, at least.”Two hours ago, that would have ended it. Then I was after that carrot on the string, we call pussy. Now I knew how Becky felt and I had no real reason to be overly concerned about her wishes. I realized I suddenly felt free. I. “Good girl. Now, stick one finger inside yourself and then pull it out.” Again, I do as he says. I stick one long finger as deep into my hole as it will go and then pull it out. Unsure of what to do next, I look at Jon, who has taken off his jacket and dress shirt. He has just his undershirt and boxers on now, and the lust in his eyes is so sexy. He grabs my wrist and brings my juice covered finger to his mouth. He keeps his slow stroke going as he licks my finger clean. I can tell he is. ’ My pussy clenched at his shaft and I felt his cock jump inside of me with my answer. I felt two throbs and I heard his groan. I sensed he didn’t expect this. I felt his warm juices squirting into me. He came so much that I felt it dripping out of me. I felt his body give the last of what was saved up inside and I felt his chest rest against my back. His lips on my neck working up towards my ear, he whispers ‘god, you are such a good little whore.’ before pulling out of me. We dressed and sat.