Not even close; mark your territory

Your lips curl into a smirk as you slap your massive tool down onto April’s face. Her head is still hanging off the table as she lies on her back, and your swollen cockhead reaches well past her chin.

“I think I want her to myself for a while, Peter,” you tell him politely, rubbing your junk across his wife's face. April smiles as you slide your rod across her lips, then starts kissing the underside of your shaft as it passes by. “I’ve always had a thing for April, but she seemed so far out of my reach... But after last night, I see things a little differently.”

“Uh, sure,” Peter blinks in confusion, nodding his head. “But, you know, she is married. To me.”

“Well, obviously,” you continue, dragging your balls forward until they’re resting on April’s lips. “But you’ve been so generous while I’ve been here. You let me take my time with her, didn’t fuss about how I knocked her up, and you even gave me SpermiZan this morning. I mean, it certainly feels like you're helping me get with her.”

“Well, I do want you to enjoy your visit,” Peter replies after a pause, the confusion on his face clearing up. “Unlike some of Mike’s other friends, I think you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’re probably the only decent company the kid keeps, the type of buddy I wish I had at his age... If getting close to my wife means you’ll drop by more often, I think that's an easy decision to make on my part.”

“I appreciate you saying that,” you groan as April gently lifts your cock, beginning to jerk the slick rod while suckling on your bloated, apple-sized nuts. You turn your head lazily towards Peter, who's now slowly jerking off in tandem with his wife’s fist. “I’m going to cum one more time, and then we’ll hop into the car. You can drop us off at my house before you head to work.”

“You want to take her with you?” Peter frowns again.

“I will take her with me. She's my girl, Peter,” you grunt, reaching forward and grabbing two handfuls of April’s breasts. “It'd be rude to not introduce her to my parents after knocking her up."

“Right,” Peter nods, his tone passive and agreeable as you drag your nuts on April's face. “I’ll postpone the clinic visit, then. When do you want me to pick her up? How about nine?”

"Peter," April's muffled voice is heard from under your bloated sack. "I'm sure John will let you know when he wants you to pick me up."

“Mmm, that's right,” you continue, squeezing April’s tits together. As you lean over she gives you a hand, aiming your swollen and well-lubricated cock into her cleavage. You hiss as you thrust your hips forward and the sensitive flesh of your shaft is engulfed by her breasts. "You know she's in good hands, man. I'll take good care of her."

April lets out a giggle when your glans actually pokes out the other end. “Mmm, John... You’re the first man I’ve had who’s big enough to fuck my tits like this,” she laughs as you start sawing in and out of her cleavage.

“Well, I guess I shouldn't worry so much. April does get along well with your mother,” Peter says thoughtfully, before glancing at his watch. “Ah... It’d be nice if you could hurry up. I don’t want my secretary to be too sloppy by the time I get there.”

“Is she hot?”

"She’s a pretty little thing. Has all the guys at the office lining up for a turn d-during..." Peter lets out a moan, pumping his shaft more quickly. "...During b-break..." With that he reaches orgasm, a thick dribble of cum splattering over his hand and down to the floor.

Once he catches his breath, he grabs some tissues from the counter to clean himself and wipe down the floor. "Anyway, uh... I want a turn before the guys start ganging up on her. God help me if the boss decides to take a turn, though... I won't get a chance until closing time."

“He’s close, dear,” April says helpfully, feeling the twitching in your balls as they rub against her fake tits. You grunt loudly as you pound into her breasts one last time, and then your rod trembles and swells before your cum begins to spew out. The first huge blast splatters all over her stomach, thighs, and midriff, covering a good chunk of the table as well. “Oh, oh my... I can feel some of it on my toes.”

You pull back quickly, until only the tip of your cock is engulfed by April’s breasts. Then you groan as your balls pump out the second ****-enhanced shot, filling her cleavage until your cream is oozing out of both ends. You drag your hips back again, just in time to aim the last, but equally impressive spurts of jizz at April’s face. Once that's plastered with a thick coating as well, she reaches for your twitching erection and squeezes out the generous amount of cum still stuck inside your urethra, emptying it onto her lips.

“...Very impressive,” April praises you, licking her lips clean and smiling contentedly. It’s amazing how well she’s handling hanging her head upside down for so long. “And you’re still hard... We’re going to have an excellent time together, John.” Her tone is pleasant and agreeable as usual, but you think you can hear some genuine excitement in her words as well.

“Just make sure you cum inside while I'm giving you a ride,” Peter says warily, admiring the aftermath of your orgasm while he finishes cleaning up his own. "I don't have time to clean that much jizz out of my car."

“I can try,” you sigh, wiping off your cock on April’s hair. “I mean, I haven’t tried her ass yet.”

“I need to go freshen up, boys,” April says as she climbs off of the table, pausing every so often to scoop up some of your cum and lick her fingers. Once she's on her feet, she glances at your glistening erection and bites her lip. "...Don't clean that. I'll lick it up before we go."

“C'mon, dear. You can get all sappy at his place, but I need to get to work,” Peter says impatiently.

You resist the urge to follow April as her swaying ass disappears around the corner and into the hall. With all that SpermiZan still coursing through you, the only thing you want is more sex.

“I'd better text Mike to let him know what’s going on,” Peter mumbles as he walks away. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, giving you a humorous smirk. “I’ll tell him to get his girlfriend or some friends to come over. Someone’s gonna clean this mess, but it's ain't me.”