Unspoken Pleasure

Instantly I was in awe at how it stretched my mouth in ways Emery’s couldn’t possibly do. It also made me wonder how it would stretch my pussy and destroy my asshole. Not if, but when.

“Oh yes, honey, take that big cock right down,” Mom encouraged, her hand stroking my back.

I couldn’t believe I was not only sucking cock in front of a room full of strangers, but also with my mother present… albeit she had already swallowed two of them this evening and was the one who had brought me here.

I wanted to say, ‘Just trying to catch up, Mommy Dearest, you’re two cocks ahead of me, but I wasn’t taking my lips off this big beautiful bodacious black cock (Ooooh more alliteration)!

So I focused on the cock that was so long it never seemed to end. I wasn’t sure I could get it all in my mouth, but damn it, if necessary I was going to gag trying.

Each forward bob, I took a bit more of his rock hard cock in my mouth.

Jake groaned, “You look so perfect wrapped around my cock.”

I moaned on his cock in response, as I wanted to say, ‘Your perfect cock feels amazing in my mouth.’ But again these lips were not leaving this cock until I got a load of cum the old fashioned way… through good hard cock sucking.

Over the next couple of minutes as I proceeded to bob, finally reaching a milestone of seven whole inches into my mouth, Jake said the following:

-“Oh yeah, your lips are magical.”

-“You’re a natural.”

-“Keep going, you’ve got over half of me in that pretty white mouth.”

-“God, I’ve been looking forward to this all semester.”

That made me wonder. Had he been imagining this moment since we first met?

Before I had much time to consider this, he warned, “I’m about to come, Connie.”

I bobbed faster, wanting to ensure that he knew I wanted to swallow this load.

“Deposit your nigger seed deep inside the slut,” a girl urged him, just as he grunted and did exactly that.

Feeling his warm cum shoot in my mouth was ultimately satisfying. A perfect finish to a craving I’d had all week, and the end of over a dozen hours of cum teasing.

The gooey load glided down my throat and warmed my belly, as load eleven was swallowed and tallied on my mental checklist.

“Oh yes, Connie,” he moaned, as I kept bobbing, wanting every last drop of this cum he had teased me with in the coffee and on the donut.

Of course, my pussy was on fire and I wanted his cock in me… now. I prayed that being young, he was ready for round two… I was also hoping for a marathon fuck session after extracting this load from his balls.

When I let his beautiful cock slip out of my mouth, I asked, forgetting I had tons of eyes watching me, or not caring, “Are you going to take me back to your place and fuck me, or what?”

He was about to respond, when the DJ interjected from the stage, “Birthday Girl! Are you ready for your second special gift?”

I turned around and saw a dozen naked black men had formed a circle around me.

I was dazed.

I was confused.

I was incredibly horny.

I objected for show, “I’m not sure my jaw can handle all twelve.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“It’s time for your chocolate baptism!” he declared.

“My what?” I asked.

Jake said, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“You take off your dress and bra, panties optional, shoes and stockings remain, and you bathe in twelve loads of the dominant seed,” the DJ explained.

“Oh my,” I said. A gangbang was a secret fantasy I had often thought about but never envisioned having, but tonight with my cunt on fire, was the perfect night to make it happen… although what I really wanted was Jake’s cock.

Jake was pulled back by someone and soon I had a thick, smaller cock in front of me. I looked around, but all I could see was black cock and black hands stroking them. The man in front of me pulled my dress up and over my head, while someone behind me unclasped my bra. I was now in a bar wearing only my thong and thigh highs, surrounded by a dozen black cocks… this was birthday heaven.

Deciding fuck it, and adopting the ‘when in Rome’ principle, I leaned forward and took my second black cock of the evening in my mouth, while I reached for the cocks on either side of me and began stroking them.

And for the next who knows how many minutes I dined on a bouncing buffet of black cock (another great alliteration).

I sucked and stroked all twelve cocks a couple of times as I moved around the circle, maybe more. I lost track as I focused on the task at hand (and at mouth).

Every cock had similarities: they were all big (much bigger than my husband’s, meaning Mom’s not cheating rule was still good), black (although there was a wide variety of shades of black), and hard as steel.

Yet, there were also differences. Some cocks were straight, some curved up slightly, one curved down, and another curved to the left. Some were thick as my wrist, some were thin. Some were hairy, some shaved. Two were uncircumcised, something I’d never had in my mouth (or anywhere else) until today. Each helmet was also distinct in its own way.

Suddenly the DJ declared, “Circle Jerk!”

One of the men gently guided me to my back on the floor, which I was thankful for as my knees were aching, and then I stared up at the black owners of twelve cocks all dropping to their knees as close to me as possible and furiously pumping their cannons at me.

It wasn’t until that moment I realized what ‘chocolate baptism’ meant. I was about to be covered in cum from head to toe.

Suddenly excited, well, I had been excited the entire time, but even more excited to be the centre of a torrential downpour of cum, I begged, “Shoot your hot cum all over this white slut!”

It wasn’t fifteen seconds later when the first guy grunted and shot his cum all over my tits.

“Yes, baptize me with your dominant cum,” I declared, loving the feeling of warm cum splashing on my body.

Over the next couple of minutes I became coated with cum. My face took four loads, my tits and belly a few as well, one load landed square on my thong, and a couple more appeared on my stockings.

I suddenly felt my shoes removed, my ankles lifted, and a cock suddenly pistoning between my nylon-clad soles.

Unfortunately, I had so much cum on my face and on my eyes, I couldn’t open them. Getting cum in your eye is not pleasant.

So I lay there and felt my feet used as a pussy.

Suddenly another grunt from left field, and a fifth load covered my face as I wondered how many loads were still being prepped.

A loud grunt disrupted this thought as I felt the cock slip away from my soles and felt them coated in cum.

“And the baptism is done,” the DJ declared, before adding, “don’t move, Birthday Slut. We have some fellow cum addicts to clean you up.”

He snapped his fingers and in seconds I felt lips and tongues all over my body.

Someone was licking cum off my tits.

Two girls were licking cum off my face.