I could feel him tensing up and knew he was getting ready to cum. When I felt that, I would ease back on his dick and come real close to stopping all ...ogether. He never said anything, but his face was saying, "Come on Eric! Make me cum already!" After edging him about four times I was about to make him cum, when it dawned on me that we hadn't talked about what to do when it was time to cum. Should I let him shoot straight up with it coming back down on his cock and balls? Should I let it shoot. "Dang it," I thought as I felt his flesh. "Might as well keep going." I gently rubbed his smooth, hairless legs. I kept up, and, near the end of the period, I looked down and saw that he was hard. "CCCRRRAAAPPP!" I thought. At the end of the period I removed my hand and left the room without looking at him. When I got home, all I could think about was what happened in geography. I kept thinking about my hand feeling his smooth legs. "Why do I keep thinking about this, I'm not gay!" I thought.. At his direction, I held his balls in one hand as I increased the speed of the strokes. I could feel his balls tighten as his cock began to twitch. He told me to move my hand from his balls to just in front of the head of his penis. I did just as he let out a breathless “here it comes” as his cock bucked, jerked, and sent four squirts of sticky white cum into my hand. Jon lifted up my hand, containing a large spoonful of his cum, and tasted it. Not to be outdone, I tasted it too. We both. She grabbed the back of his head and began vigorously rubbing her clit, pulling his face up close to her. “Mmmm, I’m going to make you drink my cum” she grunted, fingers flying feverishly “DRINK IT BITCH” she said as the heavy grip of orgasm rocked her body. Her hand had now pulled his face into her steaming hot cunt as she ground herself into his mouth. “DRINK IT! Don’t spill a drop. I want my cum all over that face.” His hands cupped her ass as he licked and sucked every drop from her. Jill’s.