God, the first eruption nearly choked me where I knelt! His jizz tasted so good I didn't ever want to swallow it.

But swallow I had to, for the pressure of my constricted throat was like a huge lump inside me. And Uncle Roy had plenty of hot cock-cream to feed me, too. It seemed as if I'd tapped his sperm, that he'd never be able to stop shooting into my wide-open throat. And as long as he could squirt, I could suck and drink, so suck and drink I did until his prick slowly deflated and stop spurting his tasty spunk.

My own come ebbed as his did and, though it wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, I had never creamed spontaneously while sucking cock before, so it was a milestone in its own way. Obviously this was something I'd like to do again, and very, very soon.

I let his limp rod slide from my cummy lips and I raised my head slowly, dabbing with my fingers at the cock-cream which oozed from the corners of my mouth. Swallow as hard as I could, there had still been a surplus flow which my throat couldn't work fast enough to accommodate.

Warm and comfy, I wanted to pull him onto the tiles with me, to have him lie at my side, cuddling me, his hands gently stroking and petting me till both of us were ready to go around one more time. I pulled on his hands, making little mewing purrs of invitation, but as I looked at his face, I saw his expression change rapidly. Where one moment he was smiling dreamily in that particularly male post-orgasmic blissfulness, the next his face was twisted and horrified.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Is something the matter?"