” I did as told. Very nicely. “You do know I’m not going to magically turn straight, don’t you? I mean, if there was no chance of me making ou... with Joan ... Or Rachel ... Or Desi ... I could probably close my eyes and convince myself you were just one of the girls.”“Nice. Fourth choice. I’ll live with that.”“You know what we need?” Desi asked. “We need to take a break. Well, I do, anyway. I can’t remember the last time I spent a day without one or more of you. Even though no one went out last. Much of the gooey stuff landed on the top of his hand. It felt thick and warm and it oozed like egg white down his skin. For all its gooey repugnance, Brynn was fascinated. He had never seen sperm before. It seemed dangerous, like some kind of narcotic with the power to alter people’s lives and actually give life and it had started world wars and led to murders and crime and divorces, and pleasures and addictions etc. Not knowing how to handle sperm came with profound risks. Brynn was. At the height of his passion, it seemed to him to be a level of pleasure unmatched even by the actual fucking of a woman. The releases now became thick flows rather than blasts. White cum flowed over her hand as it slid over its treasured holding. She caressed, stroked, pumped and made love to that throbbing flesh, coaxing it to release all of its fluids, warm and thick. Thakur jerked and thrashed, his legs and hands lost control as he spasmed to every ministration of Laju’s. He groaned loudly. My cock was just back from the precipice for the third time that evening. My balls were aching. Mistress stepped up onto the stool and extended a boot clad foot to me. I removed on and then the other as circulation returned to my feet. Then I peeled the second skin of her yoga pants from her and the intoxicating aroma of her excitement filled my mind and thoughts with lust. Once bare, she moved up onto the wooden stool and slid her pussy forward. “Come and fuck me!” she said simply and I.