When she felt his balls tighten, she knew his moment was at hand. Mewling with pleasure, she lowered her face over his writhing crotch, taking in as much of the heavy cock as she could as the hot torrents of his cum gushed down her throat.

She nursed his cock, sucking each spurting glob from the tightly filled head, coaxing his throbbing cum from his balls. She loved the soft moans of pleasure escaping from his lips, the uncontrolled trembling of his thighs, the jerking roll of his hips as he heaved the length of his cock into her mouth. As she rolled the last wad of cream over her tongue, bathing the sensitive head of his cock in the warm juice, she shuddered with the onset of her own climax. Moaning gratefully, she swallowed the last dribble of his hot young jism.

"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned.

Smiling, Gloria turned to him and kissed his cheek. "Did you like that?"

"I'm wiped out," he said.

She gave a soft giggle and kissed him again. "Do you still feel funny about coming in my mouth?"

"Not any more."

She flipped his limp cock with a finger. "Poor little thing," she said. "He's completely drained. You don't usually come this much, do you? I mean when you masturbate."

He shivered. "I once did it eight times in one day."

"Oh, my!" she said.

She fingered his balls, now loose in the sac. She wondered how many gallons of jism a man made in a lifetime. She had a sudden fantasy of taking a bath in it, soaking her body in a bathtub full of hot cum. The idea sent a warm tingle up her spine.

"I liked kissing your pussy," he said.

She continued fondling his balls and playfully pinching his cock.

"Some men don't like it, you know. But every woman loves having it done to her. I think you're going to be a marvelous lover. Let's clean up in the bathroom now. We can't lie around like this all day."