Angel Chapter 3

Reflexively, as a great burst of ecstasy welled up inside him, he thrust his cock up into Angel's mouth. A big gob of his semen spurted out, landing on her tongue. Angel liked the taste immediately, and swirled it around in her mouth, relishing the texture as well, while her lips continued stroking Lionel's cock. He pumped in another blob of cum, followed by another, giving her even more pleasure. From the delicious treat her friend had given her, combined with everything else, Angel's clit was throbbing in her hand, and she knew she was on the verge of cumming too.

She continued sucking his cock, while keeping his semen in her mouth, wanting to get as much flavor and other sensations as possible from it. When his shaft started to soften, and it became apparent that she would get no more, she took it out of her mouth and licked the shaft, all around the ridge and, especially, the head and slit. The tremendous pleasure she had received from Lionel's cock and the taste and texture of the semen he had gushed into her mouth, combined with what her right hand was doing, caused her clit to jerk and spasm. An explosion of joy burst inside her, and Angel climaxed, squirting her own semen onto the floor. She continued pumping until she was through cumming. After her climax, Angel leaned forward and her tongue completely cleaned off Lionel's cock. She leaned back on her heels and smiled at him, while licking her lips to get any stray droplets.

"That was great, Lionel. I hope we can do more of it. And more of what we did on Thursday too."

"I'm sure we can, Angel. It was great for me too, today and Thursday. You are really a sweet and wonderful girl."

He remained sitting, but Angel got to her feet and pulled her knickers and shorts back into place. They kissed full on the lips, but without their tongues meeting. With a damp rag picked up from his work bench, she wiped her semen from the floor in front of Lionel's chair. When that was taken care of, she unlocked the door and left, closing it behind herself. Once again, Angel felt proud and good about her femininity, and happy with what she had done for her own pleasure and that of a man she liked. She had a few things to attend to, and some letters to write, so she took the passenger lift from the front lobby back to her flat.