The Garden By Moonlight

With long, slow strokes Sharon manipulated Matt's hard, throbbing, needy cock. As she pumped on it, she excitedly sucked in her breath, for there, on the tip of Matt's dick, a pearly drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit. While she watched, another drop seeped out.

Matt had his eyes closed and was squirming around on the couch, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming. An additional pearly globule of pre- leaked forth, joining the pool of the clear, sticky liquid collected on the head. The puddle broke, spilling down the length of his dick. Sharon moved her fist up to meet the trickle, smearing it around Matt's cock.

He was moaning repeatedly, his hips rocking, and mouth parted. He was close. Real close.

Suddenly Sharon snatched her hand away.

"Wh-what?" his eyes flew open and he looked around desperately. She giggled and grinned at him. As he was searching for the right words, her hand returned and he relaxed. Leaning back once more, he surrendered to the movements of his best friend's wife. When her other hand reached in between his widespread thighs to cup his balls, Matt whispered her name and was about to give her his load.

And again she stopped.

"Sha-ron!" he whined. His cock was twitching, the head shiny with his emissions, the skin stretched tight as a drum.

"Are you ready to cum?" she teased, her hand poised about an inch from his fuck-stick. He nodded vigorously while moving his hips towards her, trying to make contact with her empty hand.

Quickly she seized that destitute dick and began flailing away, jerking on it as hard and fast as she could. Matt practically screamed as his cock exploded. Thick molten projectiles of sperm shot straight up in the air only to fall back onto his abdomen, Sharon's hand, and the cushions of the couch.

Over and over again the white cream catapulted from his spewing cock.

Until finally his entire body went limp. He sat there with his head resting on the back of the couch. His breathing ragged. His nuts empty. And happy in his post-orgasmic Nirvana.

Sharon sat there for a few moments, savoring the look on his face. Then she headed to the kitchen to wash her hands. She used the sink in the kitchen rather than the bathroom for two reasons. One, it was closer. Two, by turning on the kitchen light, she was signaling to Holly that it was safe to come inside.

Sure enough, as she was drying her hands, Holly bounded in, a triumphant smile on her face. Following her was Dylan. He, too, was smiling but rather sheepishly. Sharon started to say something to Holly, but when she noticed Holly's midsection, she just snickered.

"Yeah, I know," Holly chuckled. "I should have had on my apron."

For there, splattered all across Holly's stomach, were large splotches of Dylan's spent sperm.