As I remembered that moment when I had let go and my juice had raced up from my balls, surging through my swelling cock shaft and flooded her mouth, I felt my own pleasure from the moment start again as I stroked my rod. My hand gripped my shaft and squeezed as the pleasure of my own ministrations worked me to the edge. I dropped the phone and reaching down with my left hand I pressed on the base of my cock below my sack. My balls drew up ready to fire off and I slowed the process for a moment with my left hand pressing in and halting the impending explosion. But then I couldn't take it anymore and I released myself over the edge. I arched my ass off the bed and thrust up into my hand imagining it to be filling her mouth again. My cock head seemed to grow more, the hickey expanding as I watched it. Then it was covered in my white, syrupy cum. My juice flowed out of my cock in waves. Some splattered across my belly. Some flowed down my shaft, some pooled around the base of my cock. Each jerk of my orgasm squeezed more out of my heavy balls till they were drained.
I laid back on my pillow. My body relaxing slowly from its orgasmic high. My hand was coated in my cum. I trailed my fingers through the puddle on my belly. I could feel the thick, viscus fluid of my cum. It coated my pubic hair as I swirled it around. My softening cock slowly shrank in size and laid in the puddle it had just formed. I wiped the cum off my hand on my stomach as I tried to catch my breath.
The release felt so good, and my mind and body drifted in and out of my memories of the night before. The anxiety of the walk to the room, the pleasure, the joy, the anticipation, the release, the pure erotic scene played out again. Walking into the room unsure of what would happen. Beth on the bed in her dress, Larry in the corner watching. Her pulling out her tits to display and my desire to grab them, but knowing I wasn't to touch. The feel of her hands unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, pulling out my turgid cock. The heat of her mouth, the feel of her tongue, the way her hands lifted, handled and stroked me. The feel of the rising burn of cum building and then exploding. The sweet pain of my engorged cock head and pleasure of a huge release filling her sucking mouth. The struggle to stay standing as the orgasm took over and the repeated shots of cum that she so skillfully drew out of me. Catching my breath as she put my shaft away and the walk to the elevator and the ping of my phone with the pictures.
As I drifted in these thoughts I was suddenly brought back to reality when my phone pinged. I looked over at it and saw that it was from Beth. I opened the text, "Remembering last nights desert." Then two pictures. The first was of a slice of the wedding cake. The second was a picture of her open mouth with a load of cum on her tongue. Was it mine? Was it Larry's? She didn't say. I groaned at the the sensuality of the picture, the lust it raised in my heart and the encouragement that this wasn't the end of the story.
