Chapter 8: Fixing Toilets

This year we’re hosting the family Thanksgiving dinner at our house. My grandparents, two sets of Aunts and Uncles, including their kids are all visiting for a total of fourteen people. Once again, Mom does a fantastic job with the turkey and all the sides - talk about a lot of food. Dad, Luke, and I help with whatever we can.

In the evening after all the guests had left, I swear I could hear the house breathe a sigh of relief. I flop down in the recliner to watch some TV - well, I’m not really watching, more like staring at it through my tryptophan-induced lethargy - I ate WAY too much.

Wondering how Tiffany is doing at her boring aunt and uncle’s place out of town, I decide to text her and find out. As I reach for my phone, it chimes from an incoming text, maybe that’s Tiffany thinking about texting as well? It’s from Renee, I haven’t talked with her in a while.

She texted, “Hey, stranger! How are ya?”

I answer with, “Hey, Renee! I’m great.”

“I’m in town for a few days, Thanksgiving Break. You busy tomorrow?” she asks.

“Working the lunch shift, I’m off at 2:30.”

“Wanna have lunch after?”

“Sure.”

“See ya then.”

That’s cool! I’m happy to be able to see Renee again. So much has happened in these last few weeks I need to talk with her about.

The next day Renee arrives at the Pizza Depot around 1:30, an hour before my shift is over. She gives me a quick hug and then wanders off to visit with everyone.

After my shift, I punch out and join Renee in a corner booth to help devour a pepperoni, onion, and mushroom pizza she made for us.

“So, how are you, Sport?” She squeezes my arm. “It’s so good to see you.”

“I’m doing well and it’s great to see you too. How’s college going?”

“College is college, too much homework as always, but the parties are still the best. Hey, do you remember that guy, Tom, I told you about last summer?”

“Yeah, the one you like. Did it work out for you?”

“No,” she sighs. “I have a feeling he met someone. I’ve seen him around campus with some mousey-looking emo girl. Get this, he’s even taken on an emo look himself ... yuck!”

For those not familiar, emo is short for an emotional person generally over sensitive and full of angst. The look involves piercings and plenty of black and plaid clothing and they sometimes wear pale make-up. The typical hairstyle is black with splashes of bold colors mixed in and kept long in the front so it partially covers the face.

“Oh, wow, really?”

“Yeah, I don’t get it, but whatever ... So how about you, have you bought a car yet?”

“No, not yet. I’m hoping by spring I’ll have enough saved up.”

“Yeah, cars cost a ton, that’s for sure. Then there’s gas, insurance, and all that crap.”

“No shit,” I answer.

“How will you get to work in the winter if you can’t ride your bike?”

“I live close enough to walk, or I can borrow my mom’s car if she’s not using it.”

This pizza is quickly disappearing, we’re both quite hungry. Renee gets a twinkle in her eye and ventures, “So, Sport ... any luck with the girls?”

I take a deep breath. “Well, are you ready for this?”

“What is it?” Her eyes open wide with anticipation. “Did you find yourself a hottie?”

“Actually, I may be getting somewhere with Tiffany. Do you remember her?”

“Yes, yes, I do, that’s great! Tell me all the details and don’t leave anything out.”

“It’s quite a story, are you ready?”

She nods, biting her lip, she wants to hear it all. I take a quick look around to make sure nobody is in earshot and then swear Renee to absolute secrecy for what she is about to hear. This makes her excited anticipation boil over.

With a quiet voice, I launch into the whole sordid story of how Tiffany wanted to break up and get revenge on Dirk. I leave nothing out as I tell her all about Tiffany doing me in the supply closet and how she held my cum in her mouth for Dirk to find with his tongue. As I tell the tale, looks of surprise, then revulsion, and finally, humor crosses her face.

“OH! MY! GOD! Wow!” She shakes her head and laughs out loud. “What you kids do in high school these days ... Wow!”

All I can do is give her a smirk and shrug.

“I guess he deserved it, huh?”

“Yeah, the guy is a total douche-bag.”

“Wait a minute, are you talking about Dirk Larch by any chance, big blond-haired goofball?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“I know of that guy! Last year my dad had to lay into him. I guess he was getting rough with some of the games, pounding his fist on them and acting like a total ass. I remember Dad pointing him out for us to keep an eye on him in the future. He said if Dirk acts up again to kick him out for good.”

“Sounds like Dirk.”

“Yeah, that guy is a real jackass. Good for you two! So how have things been since then?”

I continue with the events from last Tuesday when Tiffany came over and gave me some unexpected and fantastic oral sex. I feel awkward talking about this part with Renee, but being that we’ve seen each other naked, amongst other things, I guess it’s okay. Plus, she’s the one who wanted all the details and nothing left out.

Renee is smiling. “Well, it seems things are looking up, good for you! I told you she might come around. What do you have planned next?”

I think for a bit, “Well ... I’m going to see her when she gets back next week.”

“And...” Renee is intent and knows there’s more.

I feel my face flush red and I’m not quite sure how to proceed with what’s been on my mind; but since I’ve been sharing everything, there’s no reason to stop now. I look around again to see that no one has wandered within ear-shot and continue. “I really liked it when she went...” I point to my lower self, “ ... down on me. I mean, I really liked it!”

“Every guy likes that!” Renee grins.

“When I see her again, I want to ... you know ... do that for her.”

“So, just do it, Sport! “Renee laughs. “What are you afraid of? There’s nothing to fear in her panties, you should know that!”

I nervously continue, “I’m not sure ... not sure exactly how ... or what ... I should be doing, or not doing ... I just want it to be good for her.”

“Ahh,” Renee nods, now she understands what I’m getting at. “Okay, so you know where her clit is right?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t touched her there yet.” Or even seen Tiffany naked yet, but I keep that to myself.

Renee thinks for a moment and asks, “Okay, are you two, like, officially boyfriend and girlfriend yet?”

“Well, it’s not like we’ve declared anything, this just happened the other day.”

Now it’s Renee’s turn to look around and see if anyone is listening. “Okay, how about this? Would you like to learn all about it before you see her again?”

“Yeah, sure! Anything you can tell me would be great.”

“I can do you one better. Do you remember that furnished apartment at the end of last summer?”

“How could I forget?”

“No one is renting it right now and it’s still vacant. What do you say we bug out and go there? I’ll teach you everything you need to know and let you practice on me all you want.”

My eyes pop wide and I feel those familiar tingling sensations between my legs. “Ah, yeah, sure! Sounds great!” I think for a minute. “But, I don’t want to feel like I’m somehow ... cheating, or anything?”

“Being you two aren’t officially a couple yet, it’s okay. We can call it ... hands-on personal growth lessons. After all, you’re doing this for her, aren’t you?”

“I guess you’re right, looking at it that way.”

“Alright then.” Renee grins. “Let’s get out of here. Class is in session, Sport.”

“Wait, you said hands-on, wouldn’t that be more like mouth-on?” Leave it to me to be facetious.

“Mouth-on, tongue-on, whole face-on, let’s go! I’m getting horny!”

I hop in Renee’s car and off we go to the Fairlawn Apartments. I text my mom and tell her my plans have changed and I’ll be home later. Needing a reason for being late, I tell her that I’m going with Renee to help fix a troublesome toilet at the apartments. A lie, I know, but what am I supposed to say? Hey, Mom, I’ll be a little late because Renee is teaching me the finer aspects of eating pussy?

Building #8, apartment #4, I have fond memories of this place. We let ourselves in and it’s exactly as I remember. Just being here again with Renee is making my cock grow stiff; I guess it has a fond memory of this place too. Renee motions to the living room area. “Let’s sit on the couch.”

As I drop my jacket and start to strip off my shirt, Renee stops me. “Hold on a minute, Sport! Sit with me, I need to explain a few things first.”

“Okay...” I plop down next to her.

“Look, when it comes to girls, I could be considered ... sexually aggressive. When I want it, I want it now. I can get horny and in the mood very fast ... as I’m sure you remember from last summer.”

“I do.”

“And look at you here...” she pats the crotch area of my jeans already tenting upward by my growing boner, “ ... eager beaver, all ready to jump in and go at it.”

Yup, I’m sure eager and ready.

“When it comes to guys, most are like you, ready to go at it lickity-split. That works fine with girls like me, but the difference is not all girls are like me; many need to have their engines warmed up before being driven. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“I think so...”

“Most girls need time to get in the mood for sex and get their juices flowing. You must learn to pace and use what’s called foreplay.”

“Okay, I think I understand.”

“Trust me, I’m just as horny as you are right now, but this is all good stuff for you to know.”

I nod and ask, “How should I start?”

“Start by gazing into her eyes and telling her how beautiful she is. Kiss her softly, nuzzle her ears and neck, put your arms around her, and rub her shoulders and back. Don’t jump the gun and get all gropey by trying to feel up her boobs, ass, or crotch. Let her put your hands where she wants them, be patient, play it right and you’ll get to those promised lands soon enough, probably sooner than you’d think. Watch for her cues like if she wants you to take your shirt off, then do so ... you get the idea. Let’s try it.”

I look deep into her eyes and into her very being. Softly and breathily I utter, “Oh, Renee, you are so ... just so beautiful ... your beauty is beyond compare. Your beauty could launch a thousand ships, launch ten-thousand ships-”

“Seriously, Kyle!” she smacks my arm and we both crack up laughing. “Okay, okay, that advice sounds corny, I admit it. The point is, just take your time and do what works to get her in the mood. Got it?”

“Yeah, I get it,” I tell her, still laughing.

“Okay, Sport, now take off that shirt and get on your knees!”

Woo Hoo! Now we’re talking!

I fling off my shirt and position myself on the floor between her legs. She looks at me with approval, undoes her jeans and I pull them the rest of the way off. Renee is wearing light purple panties and I can see a small wet spot in the middle. Touching my finger to that spot, I look up and see her face flush red. “Yes, I’m already wet for you.”

“Lean back and let me try some things,” I tell Renee. “If I’m doing something you don’t like or think I can do better, tell me, okay?”

“Okay, do your thing. Have at it.”

Renee leans back on the couch, opens her legs wide, and scoots her crotch forward for me. I remember how much I liked what Tiffany was doing by drawing lines with her fingertips on my inner thighs, it drove wild; I’ll try that trick out for myself.

With my fore and middle fingers, I gently and, ever so softly, slide them up and down her silky inner thighs drawing elongated circles. Coming close but never touching or crossing her panty line. With her head back and eyes closed, Renee moans with delight as I build her anticipation. Her thighs are so smooth and soft, I love them. That wet spot on the crotch panel of her panties is growing with each lap my fingers take, she must be loving this suspense.

Arching her back and pushing her panties part way down, I pull them the rest of the way off. Scooting her crotch even further forward and spreading her legs even wider, she’s totally offering herself to me. I don’t think there’s anything more pleasing for a guy to see than a girl inviting him into her extra-special place.

Her pussy is beautiful. Taking a moment to study her gorgeous vibrant pink flower, I love how it’s topped by her perfectly trimmed triangle of blonde pubic hair. Leaning in closer I brush my nose into her fluffy fun and deeply breathe in her feminine scent. It’s slightly stronger than I anticipated, but I like it! I’ve never smelled anything quite as arousing as this before. I would venture to say that I’m experiencing her sexual pheromones having the intended effect of driving me crazy and keeping me at her genitalia.

Her clit is peeking out from her upper folds, there’s my target. I put my tongue on it and slowly lick in an upward motion. Renee’s body tenses as she takes in a fast, deep breath at my first contact. “OHH!” she squeals.

Repeatedly licking, I like how soft her pubic hair feels on my nose and the way it tickles inside my nostrils; I’m trying my best not to sneeze. Light tapping on my head causes me to look up. “Use your fingers to spread me open and lick the sides of my clit too, not just the top.”

Parting her upper folds, I expose her whole clit and alternately lick on each side. “Mmmmmm...” she hums.

“Is this better?” I ask.

“Ohhh ... Yesss...”

I continue like this until Renee tells me, “Mix up the speeds a bit, go fast for a little while, slow it down, and then fast again.”

“I can do that.”

Making quick licking circles around her clit, I slow it down for some full-contact flat tongue rubbing. Her body tensing and relaxing tells me this must feel good. Just like with fucking, mixing up the speeds and angles works best.

“Mmmmmm...” she moans, “ ... this feels so good!”

We’ve had our tongues in the other’s mouth, but this is the first time I’m really tasting her. Tasting her on a most intimate level, tasting the very essence of her womanhood. It’s not strong, or a turn-off, by any means. I can best describe it as a mild combination of sweet and salty with a hint of tangy muskiness. Having a woman offer herself to me like this is something I’ve dreamed about for years. Here I am and, wow, this is much more amazing than I imagined! My hard-as-concrete cock is straining to burst the zipper out of my Levi’s; how’s that for proof of how much I’m enjoying this?

Craving more, I want to explore the depths of her pussy hole with my tongue. Making a short trip south I find her entrance and extend my tongue inside to wiggle it around. Her inner walls are so unbelievably silky smooth; if I thought she tasted great before, her flavors are even more potent and concentrated the deeper I go. Knowing how fond my penis is of being encircled by this very canal, I’m finding out that probing her with my tongue is a whole new level of fantastic!

Renee grabs the back of my head and pulls toward herself, mashing my face to her crotch. It’s like she’s trying to jam as much of me as she can into her slippery folds, talk about a glorious face-full of wet pussy! Stretching my wiggling tongue to its limits, I want to see just how far inside I can make it go. Having fun poking it in and drawing it back, I’m, in effect, fucking her with my tongue. I’d love to do this all day, but the drawback of having my nose and mouth sealed against her means I can’t breathe!

She relaxes her grip and I draw in a deep breath. Panting, she tells me, “Okay, I know that was fun, but please go back to eating my clit.” Resuming my attention on her bright pink pearl, I part my lips and gently suck on it, pulling it just inside my mouth.

She touches the top of my head again and I look up. “It’s fine to suck on my little man-in-the-boat, but please, please be very careful not to rub your teeth on it. I’m getting close and it’s extremely sensitive right now.” Okay, point taken, and good to know. I now very carefully resume sucking on her clit along with mixing up my combinations of licking slow, licking fast, and making tongue circles around it. Her pubes enveloping my nose and brushing my face are sticky, wet, and fragrant with her juices and my saliva - I’m not bothered in the least.

The longer I go at this, the more pronounced her body language becomes. Her breathing is getting faster along with loud whimpers of pleasure. It’s becoming harder to stay on her pleasure button as her hips are gyrating more aggressively and I keep getting bumped off my target. Sensing my troubles, she closes her thighs over my ears to help hold my head in place during this wild ride. This does the trick and works quite well.

Even with my ears covered I can still hear Renee’s vocalized moans of, “OOOHHHH, OHHH, OHH!”, “Feels-so-GOOD”, and, “OhmyGOD-ohMYGOD-OHMYGOD!”

Her legs clamp in with an even tighter vise-like grip on my head as every muscle in her body tenses. She arches her back and lets out one very loud and sustained, “OOOoooOOOHHHHHooooohhhhhh!”

Yes, folks, I do believe we have attained what is called the Big O! And I made it happen with just my mouth!

Renee’s body raggedly releases its tension and relaxes. Inhaling heavily and with a huge smile, she looks down at me. “Oh, Sport, you did it! That...” she takes a breath, “ ... that was...” another breath, “ ... that was fantastic!”

Sitting back on my ankles, I ask the Captain Obvious question of the day, “So, I did well?”

“Oh, yes you did!” Not caring in the least about her juices coating me, she pulls me up and gives me a big wet sloppy kiss on my wet sloppy face. I dare say, I think I just passed this class with Honors.

“Just a couple of easy things to remember: don’t go at one pace, mix it up and remember that the top of a clit can get very, very sensitive. Quite often it feels better when you lick around the sides instead of right on the tip. I loved that thing you did with your fingers on my thighs, that drove me crazy, wanting it, wanting you. That’s exactly what I was talking about by building up anticipation; girls go ape-shit for that kind of thing.”

As I take a moment to mentally store this good knowledge, Renee tilts her head and asks, “Would you want to help me with something I’ve never done before?”

“Sure.”

“I have sucked on guys before, but I’ve never let anyone ... cum in my mouth.”

My eyebrows perk straight up. If this is heading where I think it is...

She continues, “My roommate at college said she hates the taste and told me not to let guys finish unless I wanna gag. But I also know there are a lot of girls that have no issues with it. And some even really like it.”

Okay, I’m definitely liking this direction!

Seeing my unmistakable growing grin, she asks the question few guys (if any) on the planet would ever refuse. “Will you let me suck on you? Same deal, tell me what works and what doesn’t?”

“Yeah! Okay! Sure! Absolutely! Yeah! Sounds great to me!” I could string together overeager affirmatives all day, but let’s go with these and get this show on the road!

“Of course, it sounds great, smart-ass!” she playfully smacks my arm. “Remember, be honest about what I’m doing ... and make sure you tell me when you’re about to cum.”

“So, just to be clear, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Yes. My roommate is a prude so her opinion is biased. I wanna see what it’s like for myself.”

Sex last summer with Renee it was all about the fucking, getting it hard and sticking it in. We never really explored much regarding oral sex, this is a lot of fun.

“Okay, Sport, stand in front of me here.” Renee sits forward and pulls my jeans and underwear down in one quick motion. Like tripping a spring trap, my hard-on suddenly pops free, standing at full attention. “Wow!” she jumps back. “Look at that big hot dog!”

I can’t help but be flattered as she takes a moment to gaze, it’s been a few months since she’s seen these parts of me. Noticing a drop appear on my tip, she touches her fingertip to the clear slippery liquid. “Oh, lookee, you’re getting all wet for me.”

“Yeah,” I snicker, “pre-cum.”

Extending her tongue, she happily licks it off like she’s taste-testing the frosting on a cupcake. Making little smacking sounds with her mouth, she smiles while assessing the flavor. Seeing Tiffany enjoy my pre-cum the other day was hot as hell, and now Renee’s enthusiasm from sampling it is almost too much – I don’t want to cum too soon! “Hmmmmm ... that’s not bad. Not bad at all, kinda sweet.”

“Yeah, it is,” I agree, “but I think cum is different.”

“You think? Haven’t you ever tried your own?”

“No,” I quietly admit. The way I look at it is this: if I’m gonna squirt the stuff in someone’s mouth, I should at least know what it tastes like. Someday I’ll get over my inherent queasiness and give it a try, just not right now. Sensing my apprehension, Renee simply smirks, thankfully not pushing the issue or joking about it.

“Well, I still want to see for myself,” she reaffirms. “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Opening wide, she impressively takes in about two-thirds to three-quarters of my length. In an attempt to engulf the rest, her forward movement causes the end of my cock to jam up hard on the back of her throat, setting off a major gag reflex. She jumps back, coughing.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah...” cough, cough, “ ... too much ... took too much in.”

“Yeah, gotta watch for that,” I tell her. Cheesy reply, but I’m not sure what else to say. Pushing my glans past the gag reflex zone, or deep throating, is a talent that must be worked up to.

“Well, that stinks, I wanna take all of you in,” she frowns. “Kind of a drawback to having a big cock, huh?”

Talk about an ego boost for an average guy; if she thinks I’m big, I’m fine with that. “It’s okay,” I tell her. “Start with what you’re comfortable with, then ease in more when you’re ready.”

Taking me back inside her mouth, Renee begins the motion of sliding her lips back and forth on it. Next, she applies intermittent suction by letting her lips glide over on the take-me-in and then clamping them tight for sucking on the pull-back. Take-me-in and suction while pulling back, take in and suck on the out. This really works the skin on my shaft back and forth and feels great. Once she’s comfortable with this, she finds a nice steady rhythm. Wow, her mouth feels fantastic! “Mmmm...”

As always, I absolutely love to watch this sort of stuff. I like seeing how her lips grip as she’s working on it. As it seems I do every time I’m having fun with my pants off, I mentally imprint this awesome visual to memory. Over these last few months, I’ve really been acquiring a nice collection of these sexy visuals.

Wrapping her arms around, she grabs a good hold on the globes of my bare ass. Her rubbing on them feels great, but when I feel her fingers venture in-between and right on into my crack to wiggle around in there, it makes me squirm and laugh. She pulls off, with a wet slurp, “What? Why are you laughing?”

“It feels funny when you wiggle your fingers in my...” I let out a little snicker. “ ... back there!”

“Does it tickle?” she asks with a giggle. She knows full well what she’s doing.

“Yeah,” I nod. “A little...”

Renee laughs, resumes sucking on me, and puts her hands back on my ass. After giving me a few more tickles inside my crack, she fills her hands with my cheeks to tightly squeeze them like she’s working bread dough. Over her mouthful, she mumbles, “I like your ass, Sport.”

“I can tell!”

After a bit more sucking, she stops to inquire, “Is there anything I should, or could, be doing with my tongue?”

“Yes, try twirling it around the tip and rim. And do you see this?” I hold my penis and point out my special spot on the bottom side just below the head. “Flick your tongue around on that! It’s super-sensitive and it’ll feel awesome.”

She gives me a thumbs-up and continues sucking now using her tongue to create tantalizing twirls and lots of special-spot flicking and licking. Even though this isn’t the first time I’ve been pleasured inside a mouth, I’m experiencing a very special magic. What I’m feeling is every bit as wonderful as her pussy, but the added element of her tongue swirling all over my cock and exploring every surface is what makes this beyond awesome!

“Ohh, yesss...” I moan. “This is so ... good...”

“Should I rub your balls too?”

“Yes!”

Renee certainly is an A-plus student in my little Blow-job 101 class. She’s perfectly implementing all the techniques we just discussed. This is feeling so damn good, I know it won’t be much longer before I release. The closer she gets me to that edge the more I feel my legs start to quiver and feel like they’re going to give out on me. Suddenly my left knee trembles and buckles, I catch my balance just in time.

“Uh-oh, are you okay there, Sport?”

“Yeah ... that’s one thing about me doing it standing up, my legs go all weak when it gets too intense.”

“You should have told me. Here, lie down on the couch.”

Sitting down, I take a moment to steady my breathing and lightheadedness.

“You sure you’re okay?” Renee looks at me inquisitively.

“Yeah, it just feels so good.” I grin.

“So, I’m doing it ... alright?”

“More than just alright ... you’re mastering it.”

I swing my legs up and lie lengthwise with my head propped up on the armrest as Renee settles in alongside the couch. Sliding her right arm under the small of my back, she’s slightly pulling my waist toward her. She drapes her left arm over my thigh leaving her free hand to rest between my legs so she can easily play with my balls. It’s such a sexy and possessive embrace she has on my lower body.

With true sincerity in her eyes, Renee tells me, “I’m really having fun doing this and I’ve never enjoyed it as much as I am right now. I love how I can feel every detail of your cock and even your pulse throbbing inside.”

“Trust me, I’m enjoying this too.”

She smiles and pushes her face all the way into the crease between my leg and balls. Breathing deep while moving up, she runs her nose right into my thatch of pubic hair. “Mmmmm...” she hums, “even your body scents are driving me wild!” Wow! I don’t know what to say, but I’ll take that as an awesomely unique compliment!

Grabbing my hard-on, she reminds, “Don’t forget to give me a little warning when you’re gonna, you know ... when you’re about to go Mount Vesuvius on me. Okay?”

“I will.” Mount Vesuvius, I snicker. “I promise.”

The way she’s loving on my cock with her mouth is exciting, she’s even managing to get more and more of it in - almost all of it on a few occasions. Everything is happening and all the tricks are being executed. I can feel her arm behind my back pulling me into herself while the fingers of her other hand are working wicked, wonderful, magic on my boy bag.

I don’t think Intense Pleasurable Sensory Overload is enough to fully describe everything I’m feeling at this moment. I close my eyes, lay my head back, and simply enjoy one of life’s most fantastic gratifications.

While enjoying this blissful ecstasy my heart rate is steadily increasing and my breaths are growing rapid and short. Sweat is breaking on my brow as I repetitively clench and release the cushion beneath me.

When I’m in Renee’s pussy, I have a natural tendency to drive myself in deep to have my ejaculation. I believe this is a procreational human instinct; it’s my way of ensuring my sperm are well-placed inside the vaginal cavity as close to her cervix as possible. A cute way of looking at it would be: I’m doing my little guys a favor by shortening the distance they’ll need to swim to reach the egg. Being that she wants me to cum in her mouth, I must resist these urges so I don’t set off her gag reflexes.

As it is with all sex, masturbatory, traditional, oral, and more, there’s a strived-for point of no return, a crossing of a line into orgasmic bliss - I’m at that point now. At the last instant, I quickly yelp, “I’m gonna cum!”

As my muscles tense, I slightly lift my chest and legs which pushes my ass down into the couch to counteract my drive-it-deep-when-I-cum urges. With a loud guttural grunt, I pump the first of many consecutive streams. Once I start, there’s no stopping it. This is so intense and feels so amazing, I can’t help but vocalize loud grunts of pleasure. I’m not sure how many volleys I’m ejaculating, but it sure seems like a lot. According to Renee I’m the first guy she’s letting climax inside her mouth - I sure hope the experience (and taste) isn’t unpleasant.

When I eventually finish with all my shooting, she sucks extra hard to pull out every last drop. I’ll take her wanting it all as a good sign that it wasn’t too terrible. Out of curiosity, part of me wants to ask, well, how was it? But that would sound pretty lame and it’s probably best for me to keep quiet for the moment.