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But then I quickly looked down and saw that what I had assumed was urine, was really sperm. And I was right in the middle of a prostate-induced ejaculation. I had never experienced one of those before. And I couldn't believe how much sperm just kept on flowing out of my dick, onto the sheets underneath me, while Chris was furiously humping away at my poor butt-hole, trying to get his own rocks off inside me. Not only that, but I couldn't help but notice that my previously-stiff amateur penis had softened up, all on its own, to the point that it was now freely swinging back and forth underneath me (like a fleshy pendulum, albeit a leaky one), during Chris's anal thrusting. And that was really odd, because my dick is normally at its maximum, blood-engorged, fully-erect state, right before I start to ejaculate. This prostate-induced ejaculation felt very different from my regular masturbation-induced orgasm and ejaculation. Even though my semi-soft, partially-erect penis was rhythmically contracting to squirt out sperm, the contractions were not very intense at all (when compared to my straight normal orgasmic contractions), and I felt very little accompanying orgasmic sensations. So to me, it felt more like I was pissing my sperm out all over the place, instead of ejaculating it. Chris must have felt my anal sphincter muscles contracting around his penis, because he quickly blurted out to me, "Oh, shit! Are you cumming right now?" "Yep. All over the bed," I said, in a deliberately-forced, deadpan tone-of-voice. "Oh, fuck yes!" Chris yelled out excitedly, and then made one final hard inward thrust, and pressed his penis as deep inside me as he could get it. And then I felt his dick begin to pulsate inside of my rectum, and I also felt the warm wetness of Chris’s sperm shooting out inside me. It oral was kind of a tickling sensation. Not a funny type of tickle, but a fidgety type of tickle. In other words, I had to make a conscious effort to try to hold my body as still as possible (to keep from flailing around), while my rectum was "being fertilized" by Chris. The head of Chris’s dick just kept on drastically pulsating inside my rectum, massaging my prostate gland like crazy, as he was busy releasing his huge wad of sperm inside of me. God that felt nothing less than incredible! It was, without a doubt, the most intimate and erotic sex act that Chris and I had ever performed together. From that moment on, I knew that I would much rather have Chris’s ejaculating penis inside of my rectum, than inside of my mouth, any day of the week. As soon as his orgasm and ejaculation was over, Chris eased his penis out of my rectum, and his freshly-ejaculated sperm just kept slowly oozing out of my now-gaping ass-hole. He even reached over, and touched and played with some of his sperm, as Hardcore it was leaking out of my wide-open poop-chute. But at this point, to be honest with you, I didn't really care about what Chris was doing to my butt. And that was because I was too excited to care. I knew that it was now my turn to fuck blowjob Chris in the ass. And after a couple of minutes, I finally told him, "Hey, man. It's my turn." { Author's Note: Just in case you haven't figured it out by now, Chris and I almost always took turns. In other words, we would perform the same sex act on--or with--the other person, that the other person had just finished performing on--or with--us. She felt it slide deeper into her ass; she couldn't control the screaming as Melissa kept pushing it in. "PLEASE STOP OH GOD PLEASE NO!" “Lyn and I discussed it when I got home last night. It’s enough to re-stimulate the straight amateur squirming she had demonstrated early. “No, I’ll stand,” she said firmly, “have your say.” They took the woman who had served as a table, the wax-covered gymnast who had posed motionless blowjob as a living candlestick and two freshly bathed and scented nudes who had only stood in line to watch and wait and want. She says it feels so good and taste better than any cock she ever sucked. This couldn’t be good. I’m oral sure she saw the disappointment on my face. “She can handle herself,” Ryan replied – after six years of martial arts Emily was deadlier than most guns, “but I’m always a worried father.” Now it all made sense. I kept my mouth latched on to Mommy’s nipple and drank as much milk as I could. It was lust, just fucking and getting your rocks off…sliding your cock into a warm pussy. His hands were tight on my ass and his tongue was flying around his little girl’s pussy. He pulled me back to lay on his chest and Mrs Johns came over and spread my legs either side of his. Me - Well Hardcore umm..... Laundry needs doing!