CHAPTER 2
“Uuuhhh…”
His orgasm was spectacular. A huge stream of cum squirted out of his tip and splashed onto me. Then another stream shot out. And another. While I finished rubbing him to help him climax, I shook his penis so that the semen squirted everywhere. It shot onto his pants, onto the chair’s arm, past the chair and onto the deck floor, and all over my shirt. We were absolutely covered in sticky white cum. It was like it had rained semen. I took my hand off his penis and cum dripped from my hand. It was all at least ten times the normal amount he’d ever made.
“Jesus Christ,” he said.
“This isn’t even the best part. Look.”
After unloading like that, he should’ve been limp and deflated. But
his penis was still hard and raring to go.
I asked, “You ready for another round?”
“Oh shit… hell yeah.”
I was so ready to be drenched in more of his cum. I threw my
soaked shirt off, climbed off of him, and knelt down in front of him. My husband pushed forward to the edge of the chair and I pulled his dirtied pants off all the way. That’s when I noticed how swollen his balls were. They looked full, heavy like wrecking balls, ready to pop like balloons. The skin that was usually wrinkly was pulled tight across his balls. I cradled them in my hand and felt how heavily they sat in my palm.
“I don’t think your balls can hold much more. I need to keep emptying them out until the potion wears off,” I whispered.
“How long is that?”
“About an hour.”
“I’m ready.”
His penis was still covered in cum, and I stuffed all of it into my
mouth. I could taste it all and it lubricated his penis even more for me. It made me hungrier for him. I wrapped my lips tight around him and used it
to slide the skin on his penis. My husband was moaning for me and I made him moan even harder when I sucked in, making that tight seal around my lips and his penis. I made my own moaning noises every time the tip of his penis hit the back of my mouth. I sucked and sucked and he grabbed my head to make me suck even faster. He shook my head on his dick, then he exploded into my mouth.
He came so much that I couldn’t swallow fast enough. I swallowed what I could but it kept leaking out. He filled my mouth entirely and it spilled out through my lips. I gagged on all the cum and let it spill out of me. I soaked his waist with his own cum and my spit.
I swallowed whatever was left in my mouth and he let out a few more squirts.
I licked my lips. “I love your cum so much!”
“I’ll give you so much more, baby.”
My husband got off the chair and took his black shirt off. He
brought me to my feet and helped me take the rest of my clothes off.
Then he picked me up by the waist and set me down on the chair as
if I was as light as a child. He reclined it so that I could lay down and he could kneel between my legs. Then he inserted himself into me and just pounded me. I knew he was going hard because of the alcohol in his system. His naked body squirmed against mine as he made love to me. Our bodies were intertwined in passionate love-making and I knew what was about to come. I was itching for it. I moved my hips in sync with his to help him move closer to climax.
But then he pulled out.
“Wait!”
I should’ve kept him locked in with my legs wrapped around him. I
wanted to quickly stick him back in, but then I realized that a view like this would be amazing. He rubbed himself to finish as he shot all over me. He shot onto my stomach and my bare breasts. But I had to close my eyes as he squirted all the way onto my face. He kept shooting lines of warm white cum all over me. I felt it plop onto my skin as he groaned and shook the chair from the trembling orgasm.
Once he was done, my husband wiped my face using his shirt. There were still streaks of sticky cum on my face, but once my eyes were cleared, I looked down. I was covered in so much white cream that I felt like a
cinnamon roll. It was beautiful. I’d never been covered in so much cum in my life.
My husband was going to use his shirt to wipe the cum off my body, but I stopped him.
“Leave it there for now, we’ll clean it up after. I like it how it is.” “You’re ready to get soaked a second time, aren’t you?”
“Not yet. Get on top of me again. But this time, don’t you dare pull
out.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes! I need all your cum inside me!”
“Alright, baby. Get ready for me again then.”
He got on top of me on the chair. He grabbed me by the ankles to
spread me open and drilled his dick into me. I moaned and shouted, not worried about anyone nearby hearing me. I almost wish my witch friend could hear me so she’d know how much her potion was doing for me.
My husband leaned over me and the cum that we left on me was sandwiched between us. It was lubrication between our bodies. It spread all over my husband’s chest and stomach and made him slide against me. It felt so dirty, like we were tainting ourselves by immersing our bodies in all this cum. It got everywhere, spreading to our arms and hands and making my hair clump up with sticky cream.
My husband pounded me harder until he came again. He blew his load inside and all of the cum filling me up brought me to climax.
“Oh god…”
I let the climax wash over me. I convulsed and it felt like the world was spinning, like I was feeling a rush of drugs that catapulted me into ecstasy. My husband kept his penis in, plugging me up so that all the cum was trapped inside me. My vagina must’ve filled up already, so the only place left for it to go was my uterus. My uterus filled up with his cum and I loved it. My body finally relaxed, yet my genitals were still aroused, knowing that there was more to come.
Then my husband pulled out. My pussy clenched itself and then released, pushing out a waterfall of cum. It spilled down toward my butt and onto the chair cushion. There was so much that it puddled underneath me. And I could still feel a handful of it just sitting inside me.
My husband was panting. “God, we made a mess.” “Let’s make more of a mess!”
I brought him close to me again and we filled the rest of the hour with more and more of his cum.