A play for tat

“Thar she blows!” She said peeking through her fingers just as the first jettison of Jacob’s spunk exploded from the head of his dick. Riya and Stella had no idea. Had they, they might have been quicker on the hands to the face trick that Rose had already prepared herself for. Even for a guy…it was an amazing thing to see, to witness. I for one had never seen anything like it, not before or since. The only other man I’d seen even come close had been the Porn star Jacob North. But even he would have been hard pressed to match Jacob’s delivery, even on a good day.

Hard to explain it really, to describe it. It was like throwing cups full of milk. That’s about the only way I can even attempt to put into words what it looked like. That first splash, a thick rope, not a slim stringy one, was just that. A rope of cum. Seeing it leap from the head of that fat dick of his was just the beginning of the wild spectacle he created. I saw it land on my wife, next or close to her pussy in fact, and then splash from there as though someone had actually tossed a scarf down onto her body.

He hit her left breast from there, up to the side of her neck and into her hair…and then beyond that. Turning, another voluminous milking already on the way, as this one began bathing poor Stella, her sudden squeal of delight and shock readily apparent.

“Holy fucking shit!” She cried out watching the splash of his cream as it had hit my wife, only then seeing the second skyrocketing explosion leap from his prick, shooting directly at her. She lifted her hands, too late…that second squirt not quite purposely hitting her full on in the face, much of it actually hitting her in the mouth where she swallowed. She actually had no choice, it would have been nearly impossible not to, let alone breathe. And good old Jacob, just as Samuel and I remembered, was far from being done.

Not wanting to let his own wife feel left out, Jacob spun on one heel, still wanking his cock, holding still then a second later as the third massive squirt shot out. Still covering her eyes, though still peeking through her fingers, she laughed as he sure enough…started there. In seconds her hands appeared glued together, a trail of semen working its way down from there between her gorgeous pink nippled tits, down across her belly, and along the side of her upper right thigh.

The majority of his first few cannon shots might be over, but he continued to pump his prick, which now just oozes like chocolate sauce being poured over ice cream. Only now taking her hands away, Rose opened her mouth as Jacob stood over her, his cream dripping from the head of his prick in what seemed like a never ending drool of cum-sauce which she now tried valiantly to collect.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Riya quipped now watching this, still trying to collect the liquid sauce running in small little rivers over her own body with her hands as she and Stella both lay there, eyes still glued to him and his magnificent specimen of a prick. “That’s got to be…the most incredible cum shot I’ve ever seen in my entire life!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “See dear? You’re not the only one here full of surprises.”

Mine wasn’t nearly as copious of course as Jacob’s had been…but as far as cum-shots go, it wasn’t half bad. I still managed to add a fair amount almost equally on all three girls. All three girls lying there now covered in joy juice, pretty much from head to toe.

As expected, Riya had worked herself through a small series of mini-orgasms, saving the big one for last, which would come later. That’s basically how she preferred doing it. Both Stella and Rose had likewise gotten off, and it was again another bit of an unexpected surprise seeing Rose when she did.

She tended to thrash wildly, her head rolling back and forth as she cried out, her hand now slapping her pussy, almost fiercely, the other hand, fingers inside working herself that way. That too was an amazing sight to watch.

Poor Samuel almost looked disappointed, his prick once again stiff and hard, working himself up to what he obviously hoped would be another nice orgasm of his own.

“Time for a break,” Riya spoke, with both the other girls in agreement. “Fresh drinks, something to snack on…and then…see where things go from there.”

I was wondering about that myself, just as I knew the other guys were. We’d all been casting looks back and forth between one another, several questions I am sure remaining unasked. As the girls stood inside the small little kitchen area throwing together a few things to snack on, the hushed whispers of their voices alerted us to the fact they were obviously discussing something, occasionally throwing glances our way.

“Throw some more wood on the fire, get it nice and warm in here for us,” Riya stated moments later. “We’re going outside for a…to pee,” she amended. “We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

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