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Glamour Shots, Chapter 16

Date: 1/6/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

arm, looking down at her stroking me. I was already leaking, a trickle of clear pre-cum oozing out of me and part-way down my cock before it dripped away and hung, suspended in a clear, viscous strand with a droplet at the end. “I won’t last long. Not with what you’re doing to me.” “Yeah, I can tell. Time to change tactics, huh?” With that she ceased stroking my cock and moved that hand to my balls instead, firmly squeezing and mashing them in time with what she was doing inside of me; the combination was still intensely pleasurable, but it did seem to remove some of the pressing urge to come…not a lot, but some. My leakage increased, a steady stream of clear fluid oozing from the tip of my cock and dripping down, and Alli would occasionally gather a bit of it on her fingers and rub it into my balls, along with the soap suds. I groaned again. “Unnnhhh, damn! Where did you learn to do this?” “I used to work in a sperm bank – I was what they called a ‘collector’.” I turned my head and looked down at her, and she laughed. “Kidding! I had a former boyfriend that taught me…we sort of learned it together, I think.” I probably shouldn’t have asked – but at least she’d been honest with me! “Well, in this instance, if you ever see or hear from him again, tell him thanks for me.” “I will. Are you still aching inside?” “Oddly enough, no.” “Are you going to come?” “I sure hope so!” She laughed. “Soon?” “Probably – unless you stop.” She did. She kept her fingers in me, and my testicles ... squeezed in her fist, but she stopped massaging, stroking, and fondling. “Like this?” I gasped. “God, don’t stop now!” My penis strained and my butt clenched involuntarily on her fingers, willing the sensations to continue. She stayed stubbornly still. “Alli, please…” She laughed. “Poor baby, so close, but so far away! Ooohh, look!” I looked; what she was drawing my attention to was the fact that my clear leakage had been replaced by a long, slow flow of milky white semen, like a slow-motion cumshot, which gently oozed out of me and ran down my cock and balls and over her fingers before dripping to the floor of the shower. It seemed to go on and on, like a gentle river, with no spurting or spritzing as it ran out of me; I was amazed at the volume I seemed to be producing, but even more at the sensations in my lower groin, like an edge, an orgasm that was right there, but wouldn’t pop, couldn’t quite reach fruition. I continued to clench desperately on her fingers, which were pressing against my prostate, triggering this flow. “Allison, baby, my god! Uunhhh…you’re killing me here!” She laughed at me! “Oh, I seriously doubt that – but what a way to go, right?” And with that she resumed vigorously massaging my prostate and seized my cock with her other hand, stroking me roughly and mercilessly, especially over the swollen, purple head of my cock, and my orgasm bloomed and burst with all of the intense and amazing sensations any orgasm can have. A long jet of cum blasted out of me ...