My First Knot pt4

Part 4

I turned my head just in time to be rewarded with a spurt of hot, sticky cum hitting my nose and open mouth.

“That’s right bitch! Eat my cum!” John urged through gritted teeth, as spurt after spurt of his cum hit me in the face. I have only tasted cum once before, and that was my own. I was alone and very horny and figured I’d try it. Didn’t really care for it. John’s cum was thicker than mine, and tasted much saltier. I liked his cum even less than my own. But, remembering the pics and his threats, I dutifully swallowed all I could of it, and licked what my tongue would reach off of my face.

This was about the time that Thor decided he was ready to turn around on me and really lock his knot into this bitch. I groaned as he threw a leg over my back and turned butt to butt with me. His massive dong and knot slowly twisting inside my guts, and putting new pressure on my prostate. He started to pull then, slowly dragging me bodily towards the steps leading off of the porch. I somehow managed to get my exhausted arms under me and start a slow, awkward, backwards crawl to keep up with him, since I knew his huge knot wasn’t ready to leave my ass yet.

As he started down the stairs, his massive cock turned to a new angle, adding a different pressure on my prostate. I immediately felt an orgasm coming. It started at my prostate and radiated out through my body. My shrunken balls tried to go further up inside me, while my pitifully limp cock started twitching. Trying to expel a load of cum that just wasn’t there. I was completely dried up. There wasn’t even any precum left to ooze out of my limp cock. My loins and balls ached with each spasm that rocked my body. My arms started shaking and then collapsed again, allowing my face to hit the porch unhindered.

Once again, I was shaking like a rag doll on the end of Thor’s humongous cock. His knot in my asshole was the only thing holding me up. Thor didn’t seem to notice. He kept pulling me off of the porch and onto the dew-drenched grass. My face and chest scraped across the rough surface of the porch and into the grass.