“I am cumming”. I shouted for him and he started to pull off my cock. His mouth must have been halfway on my shaft, when I stopped him with my han...s. He raised his eyes making his head tilt a little, just as my first spurt shot into his fucking mouth. “Take it faggot”; I whispered. “Swallow my juice”. At least 7-8 squirts followed the first one for Qasim. I could feel his throat muscles work to swallow the big load. My cock was becoming extremely sensitive as I took hold of it and milked the. How many times I came, I have no way of knowing, but I remember wishing that they would never stop. One after another, multiple orgasms, and Lauren fucked me for only five minutes, no more than ten, but it seemed an eternity when she asked me if she could cum inside me."I don't want to pull out," Lauren groaned, bracing herself above me on stiff arms. I squeezed her biceps, gathering my wits as her erection reached for my womb."But I might get pregnant," I said, or something like that. Did I. Like I said, we didn’t drink much. They asked that if we were going to smoke any weed, that we do it in the basement. Tim assured them that none of us smoked anything, let alone weed.They also set out a huge serving bowl full of Trojans. Like I also said, they were big into the whole free love thing. Tim turned on the radio and tuned it to WZMF, the local “hippy” radio station. At this time of night, they were into playing the longer versions of stuff like “Light My Fire” and “Crystal Blue. As I ate my ice cream, I sucked on the spoon, making eye contact with Daddy as I did so. “Mmmm this is so yummy.” “Right,” Daddy said, standing up, “you have pushed your luck!” He started to walk out. I didn’t know what to do – Daddy was angry with me. I instinctively got up and followed him out, leaving our desserts on the table. “Daddy, wait, please!” I shouted as I got out into the warm air. He didn’t even look back, as he carried on walking, but I finally caught up with him. “You,” he.