ass finally relax. I hadn't spilled a single drop of his load.

My jaw was now aching. I gratefully began to take the big pole from my mouth thinking that my night was over. "Wait" commanded Rick, "Now, stick your tongue out, as far as it will go." Obediently, I did so. Rick took the big prick from my hand and began massaging it, squeezing it tightly. He then placed the still swelled cock head on my tongue putting four or five drops of his pearly liquid on it. "Now, swallow," he ordered me. I did as he commanded, tasting the salty liquid, as I forced it down my throat. "Again," he said. Again, I thrust out my tongue as far as it would go. And, again, Rick massaged and squeezed the remnants of his big balls out and onto my ready and waiting tongue. First one drop, then two fell on my tongue. Then suddenly, surprisingly, a "mini" spurt of cum; maybe eight or ten drops of white liquid came out of the big member, thoroughly coating my tongue. "Swallow," again came Rick's command. And, again, I obediently complied, this time, rolling it in my mouth a bit, savoring it before I consigned it to my stomach.

Rick was finally satisfied. However, I couldn't help myself. I reached forward and took the now limp member into my hands and gratefully kissed and sucked the head. Rick smiled at my action. "You know, I think that you're finally, 100% broken in." We both laughed out loud. "Same time, tomorrow night?" Rick asked. Again, we both laughed. Both of us knew that it would be two or three days before my asshole (and mouth) would be ready to accommodate him again. I picked up my robe and began to amble out of the room giving Rick one more laugh. As usual, I was walking like a cowboy who had been in the saddle for three days. Only this time, with each step, more of Rick's prodigious load of semen would come oozing out of my well-fucked asshole. It had been a hell of a night. A "first" that I would never forget.