Not Just Yet

"I don't want to . . . I don't want to c-cum just yet," Matt stammered.

She had him so worked up, that she figured a few more strokes and he would be spewing off in her hand. Not interrupting her hand-jobbing of him for even a second, she asked, "Are you sure? These balls feel awfully full to me."

"I want to . . . I want to w-w-wait," Matt was finding it increasing difficult to talk. His buttocks started to clench and relax rythmnically and his chest rose and fell rapidly.

With a smirk of triumphant, Sharon jerked on Matt's erection as fast and as hard as she could, determined to harvest his seed whether he wanted her to or not.

"Oh, Jeez, Sharon!" he cried out as his cock started to discharge. Like an errant firehose, he covered his best friend's wife with spurt after spurt of thick, gooey sperm. Drenching her upper thighs and stomach with the stuff.

When he had finished dumping his load on her, she released his deflating dick and asked, "Are you absolutely certain you do not want me to make you cum?"