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him the way
she is.
    I felt his balls tighten in my mouth, saw
that hard monster start to jerk violently from its base, saw those
veins that skin, those muscles working overtime. He was about to
bust, shoot his load right down her throat.
    She was going to die. Choke. Death by
asphyxiation. I nearly stopped her to warn her, let her know that
Chris’s cum didn’t just trickle out and even when it shot out, it
wouldn’t be a small amount. She was going to get strangled on that
man-milk.
    But I was mesmerized by her.
    Then I saw it.
    It was coming.
    Chris was about to cum, going to cum. Seconds
away from it; maybe less.
    He grunted, groaned, sounded sexy as hell,
looked sexy as hell from where I was kneeling. His mouth was open,
eyes shut, his left arm twitching as Candice’s head had stopped
bobbing, her face was in his crotch, still had all of him down her
throat.
    But she wasn’t moving.
    I couldn’t help but think she was dead.
    We’d always joked about his cock or the
amount he came killing someone one of these days, but this felt
surreal.
    Panic made my heart drop for a second before
I noticed she wasn’t coming up for air, but Chris still had a look
of absolute wonderment on his face still gazing down at her.
    Then I saw what I should’ve seen before. Her
jaws, her cheeks, her throat were all still working. They looked
strained, but it looked like they were in control, knew exactly
what they wanted to accomplish.
    Then she popped up.
    I expected to hear that inhale a person does
once they’ve broken the surface of water after they’ve nearly
drowned, but that didn’t happen. Instead, what I notice are the
remnants of some of his cum gliding down the sides of his cock as
if someone had dripped some melted ice cream on his shaft.
    She held that still-hard one eyed monster in
the hand that isn’t cuffed to me as cum spills over her
fingers.
    But that’s not all of him. Not by a long
shot.
    I know Chris. I know how he cums and that
wasn’t nearly all of his jizz.
    That’s when I notice her cheeks look
full.
    She pops her head back and spews that protein
up in the air in one long streaming squirt. She lets it fall back
onto her face. She’s covered in cum; it’s splashed all over her
face, on her eyelids, her nose, her lips, dripping down her chin
and onto her perfect breasts, but she still looks to be in a
playful mood.
    She giggles. Opens her mouth to show she has
a tongue coated in white.
    Before she swallows it I reach over and grab
her by the neck and bring her face to mine, put her lips against
mine, congregate with her tongue to tongue. I’ve tasted Chris’s cum
plenty of times before, but I wanted to taste it with her own
essence mixed into it. I want to taste every part of her. I suck
and swallow what I can from her mouth. It’s better than my favorite
meal right now.
    Chris runs his hands through both of our
hair, but I can see the way he’s looking at Candice. There are
stars in his eyes. Whatever he’s feeling goes beyond lust, that
much is evident, but I tell myself that it can’t be the case.
    I tell myself it’s being in that moment.
    Our lust. Our passion. The three of us on a
journey, going deeper down that road, further on a ride we don’t
want to get off of, not just yet.
    ***
    Chris is lying back on the bed, eyes open,
but the tiredness in them is evident. Candice and I are still
joined at the wrists, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching over
to the nightstand with the hand not joined with hers and getting
the eighteen inch double dong from the top drawer. Jelly. Pastel
pink. Made for an easy glide and easy clean up. Replaced with a new
one after every use with any girl that isn’t a repeat of ours.
    Candice is being a good girl. Not asking
questions. She’s learned her lesson, learning all of them well and
fast. But that won’t slow any future punishment from me should she
get out of line.
    “Up,” I tell her.
    She stands.
    I point with my unfettered hand towards the
bed