Chapter 115

JULIA

The five of us continued documenting the state of Sandra's cock sucking, noting how well she took it down her throat without gagging. This went on for over fifteen minutes and Sean didn't cum, though he looked as if he was getting quite desperate to do so. I warned Sandy that when he climaxed, it might be a lot like Ron on Memorial Day and she should be prepared. Still Shasta didn't give him permission to cum. She was watching intently. Sean was standing stiffly. He wasn't grabbing Sandy's head, nor thrusting down her throat, merely letting her work his shaft and balls. I don't know about his balls, but his face was becoming blue as he strained to obey his Mistress.

I whispered to Shasta that he might pop a blood vessel if he wasn't allowed to cum soon.

She nodded. "Cum," she ordered, and it was like someone opened a fire hydrant. Sandy's mouth was inundated with sperm. She tried to keep up but no matter how f