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My Fetish [m+/f, oral, teen]
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(C) 1994 by me, Lilah. Reposts are okay, just don't mess with the
contents.
My Fetish
There's little in the universe that I like more than sucking a nice, hard
cock. One of these things I like beyond that is watching another woman suck
a nice hard cock and get it to cum in her mouth. I've got a cum fetish.
I suppose it all stems from the early sexual experiences I had.
I had oral sex GLADLY with the boyfriends I had...and orgasms weren't far
away when I did. For a time, it was like oral sex was sex itself to me.
I get wet and achy just thinking about the period of time between age
thirteen and eighteen. I can't begin to count all the mouthfuls of cum
I must have swallowed in that five-year span of time. Even though I
put myself on the pill at age sixteen (thank god for public clinics!)
my favorite sex was still oral, when I could get it. After the third
cock I sucked, I was a devout practitioner. Now that I'm older, I
regularly suck dick, and search out men who have a fetish for a pair
of cute lips around their cock, and like to cum into a soft mouth.
What I like the most about sucking a cock is when a guy really gets into it.
I love it when he grabs my tits and fucks himself into my face, and talks
dirty to me...I'm usually only inches away from coming when I hear him
moan things like, "Suck my dick, baby, make me shoot my load in your mouth."
I like cum fresh, and especially blasting from the tight balls of an older
man. Maybe I have a daddy thing going...not surprising when I consider
most of the men I sucked were much older than me, back then.
I'm five-foot-six, average in build, with an annoying girlish face. I'm the
kind of woman who can never wear makeup, because it looks like ...well,
Lilah wearing makeup. Splat. I look too much like the 'girl next door', just
some hick from northern Texas. My tits are almost..but not quite...into a C
cup, which is also annoying. Suffice to say, if you passed a dark blonde,
hazel-eyed Lilah on the street, you'd not notice much beyond her baggy
tshirt and shorts. I'm pretty ordinary. I don't look at all like a woman
with a fetish for cum on her tongue. Sometimes I wish I could bring myself
to dress up like a total slut and go hunting, but I can't. Somewhere, inside,
I know I'm a total slut for worshiping cock the way I do. For wanting
men to ejaculate in my mouth. I suppose I'm a perfect psych case.
I've just turned twenty-five, and I'm afraid as I get older it'll be harder
to get what I want.
It all started during the summer before my fourteenth birthday. I had long
hair, and I otherwise probably looked like a young Tatum O'Neill clone.
Tomboy, one-hundred percent. Besides my bicycle and my phone, horses were
my life. My bedroom had horse posters all over it; I worked at a barn near
my house, and IF I was lucky the horse owners would give me riding permissions
after I took care of their horses. I had it made. Money, horses, and friends.
I let the horses into the paddocks for runs, and if I wasn't around the stalls
or the paddocks, you could find me up in the hayloft, loading down bales
or grain feed for my charges. Then, one early morning, I met Mr. B, the
owner of the barns, up there. He was piling up a new delivery of haybales
in the loft. He turned around and grins. "Hi, tomboy." That was his nickname
for me. I grinned and said, "Hi, Mr. B. I really looked up to Mr. B.
He owned the whole 'ranch' and to be looked at in favor by him was something
most kids at the barn would covet. Sort of like you were liked by the owner
of a candy store or something. And he was nice enough that he acted the part.
Mr. B liked to play a game called, "What's this on your shirt?" He was a
nice guy, probably in his mid forties, and tall. He looked down at me and said,
"What's this on your shirt?" I looked down, as I usually did, and he flicked
my nose with his finger, chuckling. But this time, his finger caught my chin,
and he bent over to kiss me. His mouth tasted like hay-dust; sweet and
clean. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt an ache start 'down there'
as he kissed me. He broke away, and his breathing was heavy as he reached up
under my terrycloth shirt to fondle my swells. My nipples went hard and I
shivered as he pulled up the shirt to lean over and suck my pink puffy nipples.
He made quick work of removing my shorts, and had his hand in my tufted pussy,
slipping one large finger into my aching hole, and rubbing my clitty with his
thumb. I humped against his hand, and before I knew it, I was on the
hay pile with him. His cock was poking out of his jeans, and in a
heavy voice, he asked me to kiss it. "Don't worry," he said. "We're all alone
at this time of day. Come here, help me feel good. I promise I'll let
you ride one of my ponies all summer if you do what I ask."
I had never seen a cock before, not like this. It seemed so 'adult' to
me at the time, heavily haired, purplish, and thick. And so hard!
I was scared at first, and my kisses were tentative. I licked it like
he asked to, and tasted the salty pre-cum that was oozing slowly from the
tip. He grunted, "Wrap your fingers around it. Rub it up and down. Lick
it like it's ice-cream. Oh, yea, like that..." and I finally figured
out what I was doing. I was pretty innocent of sex, so I knew we were
building up to something, but no real idea what. All I knew is that
it made me feel wonderfully naughty, down there. What I was doing was
secret; it was bad...it was something I would be called names for
and laughed at. But the way Mr. B was jerking his cock into my hand
and calling me a sweet little girl, and the thought of that pony...I
had long since made up my rebellious little mind. And my little pussy
was creamy...and it ached.
His breath grew quicker. The hard cock in my hands seemed to swell and
beat in time to his thrusts. He grunted, "Suck the top part into
your mouth, now. I'm going to give you something to drink. Not pee,
something thick and yummy. If you drink it all, you'll ride that pony."
He reached down and started jacking off into my mouth while I strained
my jaw open to suck the purple, wet head between my lips.
I sucked the head into my mouth, straining my jaws open, and I had
a hard time keeping his cock in my mouth while his hips were bucking
into his hand. He started to moan, and he gasped, "Here it comes,
honey. Drink my cum...swallow it all down..." Then he swore
something I didn't understand, and then I felt his cock start to pulse
as he gripped my pony-tail to hold my mouth down on his dick.
I felt his cock rise up and *surge*, and a heavy blast of *something*
filled my mouth. Heavy, musky spurts pulsed out of his slit
and over my tongue. It was thick, like he promised, and I swallowed,
milking at his cock with my mouth, like he was a big straw. I heard
him scream, in a strangled way, as he burst and shot all that thick
stuff into my mouth. He still held my head down on his pumping cock
as I swallowed, trying to take it all. Still, some cum ran down his
shaft with my saliva. He lifted my head and pulled my mouth from
around the tip of his cock, and stripped himself out, pulling
my hair back so my face was upturned. I cried out, and it was
silenced by the big glob of cum that he managed to coax from his
spent dick to drop into my mouth. He wiped the gooey tip on my
sore lips, and then he let me go. "Sweetie, You do that for me, a
few times a week, all summer, I'll let you keep the pony when
you leave. All you have to do is suck me like you just did."
I swallowed that last gob of cum, and nodded. He continued,
"You tell anyone about what we do, I'll never let you come back
here again. Understand?"
Oh, I understood, all right. I sucked his cock for all of my
thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth summers. I got that pony,
too. My parents were surprised and pleased, but since Mr.B was
a friend of the family, it wasn't too obviously suspicious that
he would be his usual generous self. My parents never suspected
that their little daughter was sucking that old man. Not only
that, but during my fourteenth summer, I was sucking one of
the stableguys named Tom, too. I would often go home with three
or four heavy loads in my belly. Every session with the guys
was sexy and had me coming under their fingers in minutes.
But ONE particular time...when I was sixteen...still makes
me wet to this day to think about. I was such a whore.
The 'ranch' was going to have its usual summer party, when
Mr.B dug barbeque pits, and we had a good old-style Texas
barbeque right there near the paddocks. We all got drunk
on home-made fruit wine (more like BRANDY), beer, JD, and
Southern Comfort. Patrick, a 25-year-old horse owner, was
buying the booze, and collecting bucks for it. One of the
stablehands, my 'boyfriend' Tom, asked me quietly if I wanted to
go back out to the tackle room to 'relieve' ourselves. I
followed him willingly, and within seconds of arriving in that
small room, I was on my knees, sucking the fat head of his
smooth cock into my mouth. He let my hair free from the elastic,
and twisted his hands in my long, summer-white hair as he
fucked my face with long, straining strokes of his hard dick.
My soft mouth sucked him on the outstroke, teased his cock
with my tongue on the downstroke, and I gently massaged
his heavy balls. Within a few minutes, he was gasping and
thrusting into my mouth harder.
Just at that point, two of Tom's friends (Mike and Patrick)
walked in, and grinned. Tom didn't see or hear them, but
I did. My eyes widened as he grunted and began pumping
his hot cum into my mouth. I could only watch the other
two men as I swallowed that hot load, and watch their
faces light up with appreciation as Tom emptied his balls
down my throat. Their smiles were still in place as Tom
pulled his cock out of my mouth and wiped it along my
lips.
Patrick cleared his throat. Still on my knees, I saw the
bulges in his and Mike's pants. Tom turned around and grinned.
"You guys are early. Don't worry, we just finished up. Hey,
Lilah, want to suck more dick?" His voice was actually
earnest. "Me, Mike, and Patrick were thinking we could...
er..."
I snorted. "You want me to suck them off?"
Tom shrugged. "If you want. But there's like twenty guys
out there at the party. We were thinking you could
maybe try to suck all of them off." He grinned. "You told
me how much you fantasize about sucking off a bunch of
guys. Well, here's your chance."
My face flushed redly. "But.."
Tom's voice was soothing. " Don't worry, Li. We'd watch.
Maybe make you feel good, too. I told Mike you love sucking
dick. He doesn't believe me."
Mike smirked. "Well, maybe I do, now. I still doubt she could
suck off twenty guys, though." Mike owned "Aladdin", a white
Arabian. He was a wise ass and I didn't like him so much,
even if he was cute in a bony kind of way.
I laughed. "Right, and have my reputation spread all over the
town as the cocksucker after twenty guys see this underage
girl on her knees in front of them. Even if I thought I
could do it..."
Patrick eyed a wall in the room. "Wait, how about that old stall on
the other side of this wall? We could get out the drill from the
back of my truck, and make a couple of holes at dick-level."
I couldn't believe it. They WERE actually serious about this.
The three men looked at me. I looked back, and the smirk Mike had
on his face pissed me off enough. "How much you want to bet that I
can suck off all twenty guys, including you guys, tonight? That
is, if they're all /able/ to be sucked. Money-wise."
Mike, Patrick, and Tom each reached into their wallets. Mike shrugged,
and Patrick held up the 'beer money' he collected at the party. "A
hundred bucks. Maybe five bucks a blowjob." I stared at the money.
I agreed. That was a lot of cash for me, at the time, and back then.
They drilled the hole, and told the guys that free blowjobs from a
prostitute were available in the old barn. To prove it, Patrick
went first, shoving his dick through the hole in the wall. Tom
stayed in there with me, fingering my cunt while I began sucking
and throating Pat eagerly. I heard him moan, and his cock pistoned
slightly in and out of my mouth while I sucked on that gloriously
hard hunk of flesh. He began to throb, and then with a lurch his
cock began to feed me his load in hot squirts. It was slightly
salty and delicious, and I nursed his jizz out of his dick,
humping and coming on Tom's fingers while I did. Mike's skinny
dick poked through the hole next, and I was on it like a shot.
I gobbled it down, pushed it down my throat, and was well on my
way to a second orgasm when I felt Mike's cock twitch and pulse
his salty load over my tongue. He let out a strangled, muffled
scream, and I jammed my cunt on Tom's hand, but I didn't come
that time.
There was a few cheers on the other side of the wall, and one guy
said, "I want to see her TITS before I stick my dick through that
hole." I frowned, and lifted my hair above my head with my arms, and
placed my chest near the hole. I heard some guy mutter, "Holy shit"
through the wall, and within seconds a nice, hot, semi-hard cock was
poking through the opening. I settled on my knees again and began sucking,
while Tom came up behind me and shoved his cock into my tight
pussy. He began fucking me slow, while I sucked that cock. I pulled
my mouth up and down along the protruding dick, licking over the head
and up the sides, and my small mouth barely could take half of it
into my mouth. I felt my pussy quiver as that cock swelled. I wanted
to taste the cum shooting out of it...wanted it so bad...I was
so close to coming...and I was there. With a soft scream I sank
my mouth deeper on that cock, trying to choke myself on it, while
Tom's hot prick drove me into a clenching orgasm. The guy on
the other side of the wall let out a howl and thick sperm boiled
out of his dick into my desperately sucking mouth. I drank down
as much as I could, but the lack of control made some drip down
over my tits. The guy pulled from the hole, and I could hear
him gasp, "Primo blow job. She sucks like a goddamn Hoover."
Cock after cock pressed through the hole, some soft, some hard.
After a few seconds or a few minutes, I would get a mouthful of
hot sticky cum. I lost count at fifteen. Maybe some guys came back for
seconds, but I didn't care. Mike and Patrick came in to watch
and help fuck me, while I rutted and fucked and swallowed load
after load of strange men's sperm. My tits, my face, my hair,
were stiff and shiny with all the cum I had missed or dribbled
out of my stuffed mouth. My lips were /sore/, on both sides,
and I had the 'blowjob' lips for the first time, that I usually
get, a swollen and soft pout. My belly burned pleasantly with
all the cum, and after a time, the guys moved some hay bales
over the hole and brought in a bucket of water to help me
wash down. My mouth and throat were still coated with all the
sperm I had swallowed.
Patrick grinned, and handed me two hundred bucks. "Some of the
guys pitched in. Even if I wouldn't tell him who the 'sweet
brunette older whore' was on the other side."
I smiled. "Good, so they won't look for a younger blonde chick."
I grinned as best I could and took the money. That was the first
and last time I took money for sex, and I deserved every penny
of it.
And I did get to fuck Patrick for the rest of the summer, and the
school year, until I graduated at seventeen and moved off to college
to study polisci. And that's another story.
Lilah
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