So here is a quick story about the best cum I have ever had in my mouth.
It has been half an hour well spent. One of those half hours where the oral fixation is driving you and you won't let him do anything with his hands except put them in your hair. If he grips though, if he tries to direct your head up and down, you stop. Look up at him over the rim of your glasses and raise an eyebrow as you remind him that you can make him put his hands behind his head.
Because in my experience, they all like to put their hands behind their heads when they are getting a blow job. Makes them feel like they are in control and being serviced.
Not this time though. I may be doing all the work, but I am the one in control. I am the one being serviced here. My lips, my tongue, my entire mouth is being gifted with his long, girthy cock and I am here for it. My jaw is being opened and the sides of my mouth being stretched. I feel full, of cock and of purpose. Give it to me, let me suck it, I want to feel it at the back of my throat, I want to gag on it and jawline covered in drool, grin at you, then happily make myself gag on it again.
I grip his arse with both hands and try to get him all the way in. I manage it for a moment then have to surface for air. My cunt is twitching because of the noises he is making and I go back down again. The fuck, jesus, oh my god's are spilling from his mouth as I taste precum. That beautiful sticky, tasty precursor of what is to come. Of what is to cum.
I don't want him to do it just yet though, I haven't had enough. I am, unsatisfied. So I back off. Run my tongue over his balls and rub my whole mouth over them. His pubes feel rough on my swollen lips and this sends shivers all the way down my body.
I tip him backwards and tongue his arsehole. That gorgeous little hole that quivers under my tongue and makes him shudder. He begs let me cum, please. In answer, I slap his arse without missing a beat. When he whimpers, when he sounds like he might cry, I stop. I run my tongue from his arse to his helmet in one slow, long lick and it is too much for him.
I feel him throbbing. And usually, I would slide him into my throat so I can feel him cum in it. Or I would present my face to it. Or my tits, depending on my mood. But not today. Today I want to try something new.
I put the tip of my tongue on the tiny hole that the big load is going to erupt from. It grips me gently and my cunt explodes. This is what I should have tried years ago. His cock gives the end of my tongue the gentlest of sucks as it prepares to shoot and I flood between my legs. I put my hand between them and scooping wetness I wrap it round his balls. Stroking, squeezing. And then it happens. Holding his cock and relaxing my neck, I let him cum. All over my tongue. His spunk goes on the top, underneath, to the sides, my tongue is coated in the stuff. And he keeps cumming. It would seem that he likes his urethra being played with at the moment of orgasm.
As I file that knowledge away for future use, I cum a third time. Less intensely, but just as wonderfully.
When he is finally finished, and lying back, spent, getting his breath back, I straddle him so my cunt is resting on his by now ridiculously sensitive cock, and I run my jizz covered tongue over my lips and swallow the rest while he twitches and gasps.
Kiss me. I say. He obliges. He is very obliging.

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