User talk:Patrickod
Joan stared wide-eyed at the spectacle. She had just witnessed Lance drop what seemed like an inhuman amount of cum from into the milling machine, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to what she was seeing now. Tasha, for her part, had turned over onto her back and had grabbed his heavy balls in her hands, handling them roughly and slapping them. She continued to bark out commands to Long: “Shoot that cum, mother fucker! That’s it baby! Spray it! Spray it! I wanna feel it on my big ass titties! Come on you big dick freak! Yes! Yes! Yessssssss!”
It went on and on and on, seemingly with no end in sight. Joan wondered why neither Long or Tasha weren't jacking the monster wang as it sprayed semen everywhere and she made a note to ask about that later. Long simply kept his left hand in the white-knuckled death grip on the base while his other hand braced himself on the back of the sofa. Joan heard both Brandon and Peggy scream from behind her and turned around in time to see Brandon sitting back on his heels, firing a sizable load himself. Jet after jet of thick spooge arched high into the air and landed on Peggy’s face, tits and stomach. Unlike Long, Brandon was extremely vocal in his release. Joan noted again that Brandon, just like Long, only grabbed the base of the shaft and that Peggy did everything not to touch the shaft.
She was about to lean over and ask Lance if he noticed what she was seeing when she noticed that Long and Tasha were back at it again, this time with Tasha laying back on the couch and Long between her legs, pressing the still rigid and pulsing head into her gaping hole. Even from a few feet away, Jon could see just how stretched Tasha was and it made her audibly gulp. She looked down at Lance’s mighty appendage and noted that it was starting to come to life and she wondered if she was going to be able to take him in the hyper-expansive state he was in.
“Lance need to drain again,” Long said, snapping Joan out of her trance like stare. Long was slowly moving his hips back and forth, sliding his big cock in and out of the busty black vixen underneath him. Long’s words took them both by surprise; not just what he said, but how he said it. It was as if he were giving directions to another staff member. His voice was level and calm, a far cry from the mask of pleasure and horror his face wore just moments earlier. His breathing had slowed and while still drenched in sweat, he looked as if nothing was wrong. Lance stole a glance to his right at the large puddles of thick white cum on the floor and wondered if he was watching, in real-time, what he was soon to become.
“You mean I need to get on the machine again?” Lance asked. Long shook his head, never breaking his stroke. “I was actually talking to your wife,” he said, nodding to Joan. “You need to perform a secondary, and if necessary, additional drainage until his “tanks,” for lack of a better term, have been exhausted. Unfortunately, he cannot do more than one session on the milker within a 36-hour period. You will need to perform the follow-on manually. And from here on out, he’ll have to release on his own - you can’t aide in the ejaculatory process in any fashion.” Tasha grabbed her big nipples and stretched them up and out, pulling her mighty mammaries out to nearly arms length. “In other words, you cannot ‘jack' his dick or stroke him while he’s coming,” she added as Long bent down and took one of the fat nipples in his mouth. “May seem counterintuitive, but it actually helps not to do that. By not forcing any additional pressure during the ejaculatory contractions, more of the fluid is able to be released.”
Joan nodded in understanding, but her head was swimming. First, like Lance, she couldn’t believe the amount of cum that Brandon and Long had dumped and that they were still able to remain iron-hard (Branding and Peggy were now on one of the sofas with Peggy riding his long cock in a very hot cowgirl position). Second, she found it equally unbelievable that Tasha and Long were talking to them in the manner they were after just fucking they way they were - and STILL were. Lance looked over at Joan and smiled. “Guess we’d better get to work.”
He led them over to one of the free sofas a few feet away from Tasha and Long and sat down. They watched as his cock quickly inflated until it was tall and rigid, standing straight up from his groin like a rocket on its pad ready to launch. Joan traced her finger along the fat veins as they watched the two couples continue in their passionate and wildly erotic orgy. Brandon was pounding his thick steak into Peggy from behind now, loud squelching noises joined into with the symphony or moans and groans and other sounds of sex. Lance grabbed Joan’s left tit and lifted the heavy boob up to his mouth, clamping his lips around the long thick nipple.