Date: Mon, 01 Aug 2022 11:51:20 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 32 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 32 Baldy looked slightly glazed and just letting me play with his big bell-end, sucking the last of his sperm from it, watched me with a sort of kindness. "Pearl, that was the best cum I've had in since I don't know when. You've got skills Pearl, definite skills." He tousled my head, put his fingers in my mouth and let me suck on them, tickling my tongue; with a smile and nodding like he knew what it meant for me to be there like that, letting him own me. "... Skills. Hey you let this suck your cock," he said to Monster, "make you feel better." Monster sniffed. "I ain't having that gob on my cock!" He hadn't even seen me blow Baldy off, cause he had turned away and looked at the rubbish tipped on the ground by the bench as though it was more interesting. "Your big cock'll have Pearl in heaven!" Baldy said. "Wouldn't be the first," Monster sniffed, again, like it was his sole expression, "...Ok, if you say so, yeah? And no teeth yeah? Cause if I feel it I'll smack you to fuck'n'back yeah?" I didn't dare answer. I just nodded and watched as he took off his buckle with a practised jerk and opened his flies and pulled out this enormous cock with its baggy, sticky foreskin. "You don't bite yeah?" "She don't bite," said Baldy. "She smooth ..." Then Monster eased his balls out too, a tight walnut sack that didn't look like it could do much - of course, I was wrong there. If you wanna be a cocksucker you gotta take the rough with the smooth, so I think I was about due for a challenge. I think I heard a collective intake of breath when everybody saw it. A kind of group admiration and envy and - even sympathy ... for what I was about to receive - and I think they all started to shrink or swell out depending as they responded to big thick man meat. Cause it was the real thing, you know, it was the real fucking thing! And I thought, 'How in fuck am I supposed to not bite that?' When I couldn't fit more than a few inches in my mouth, Monster seemed to think he had been proved right, in that I couldn't handle it. "Can't swallow it whole, bitch?" I think I heard John say, like he was smirking, "Let's hope it doesn't fucking get fucking wood!" But then as I tongued the tip and slurped it around, and licked its length like I was licking a big fat lollypop, he started to get more interested and he started to moan a bit more, and though he didn't touch my head he did sort of hold his big palms out and let his long fingers kind of grasp the air around my head as though encouraging it to go this way and that over him, eventually licking the root and then the walnut balls which - that was when I had him convinced, cause he really started to moan and call me his bitch. That's a sign I'm working him into a kind of thing where he can't hold it in. "Oooh that's sweet that's sweet,that's a bitch, that's a tongue bitch that's a bitch, lick that sack, sweet, juice that ballsack." Then he slapped my head; it made me look at him, to see if he was upset. My eyes met his for a fragmentary second - tonguing and kissing the side of his rigid shaft - I felt like I was seeing right inside his head cause I know, I just know he was thinking that if the fanny-tight hole on my face couldn't get all of it cause you can't force a jaw to break, the tight fanny hole at my back end, inside my black shorts, certainly would, cause you can force a bitch cunt even if it doesn't want to give. And I knew I had won, cause then he touched his own prick for the first time - which was so big it was at a slope even when it was so stiff - and he directed it between my lips and just said, "Open wide sweet ... Do it for me." And I did. "Take a deep breath and hold it." So I did. I took the fat fucker and I just sank to let my face look up at his. This roll was stuck in my face and I grabbed his up-tight ball sack and steadied the cock, almost dislocated my jaw to get it in and saw his face fill-up with joy as it slid deeper and deeper, and out, and then in, and touched the back and then ... right down past the back and further and further in until his tough pubic tufts were scratching my forehead. He was just concentrating, staring at it, and then shut his eyes and directed his face up to heaven, and then back down at my face - completely full of his fuck meat. "D'you like that cock cocksucker? Oh you like my ... Oooh fuck sweet sweet ..." He moved it deeper and then out a bit and let me connect to my lungs for a mo, breathing carefully through my nose, and then forced it back in, each time more and more deep, blocking my face with his stomach. "Fuck that's sweet." He drove it in again and again withdrew a bit and did that a few times until I was choking and he couldn't ignore it so he slipped out. His big fat mushroom head which was paler than the rest of him came out and hit me on the nose with spit and phlegm and I took a belch of air, filling my lungs with the smell of it - "No-oo don't let it out!" - and he pushed it back, frustrated to have lost a single valuable second of his happiness, grabbing my head and physically pumping my neck, just like Po had done, but more dangerously cause his was more long and more thick and harder and stronger, before letting it nearly out and almost letting me recover but not, just, before repeating the action, holding my head, pumping, saying it was sweet, saying it was sweet, almost out, in, and repeat. Sweat and spit and phlegm running down my face, pouring off my chin and soaking my Elvis shirt, ran down my chest and onto my Adidas shorts. I could feel it cold between my legs, dripping over my balls and wet like it was cum like from Po's or Jake's ejaculate running down my legs. It was so brilliant. And my stiffie was just, I mean, I was thrusting my hips so it was, I was rubbing it into the nylon seam at the front, with its tiny little stitches and ridges exciting my tip though I couldn't touch it - I knew that would make everybody mad if I started wanking for my own pleasure! They didn't even want to know I was enjoying it! So when he cum, and you know I had been thinking those little walnuts wouldn't make much shot? Well they did. He started by he went silent and just looking at it entering and leaving my head and then pumping it more until I saw his eyes sort of freeze up, roll back and then shut while he imagined something like I was a chick, and then pulled and tossed it a bit with both hands. "Do you want it? Do you really want it? Tell me you want it oh sugar, want my sugar ..." The first shot went right over my head, hit the back of my hair and ran down the back of my neck. The second, he adjusted the angle and hit my eyebrow and left a long trail over my nose and cheek. Then he hit my nose directly and blocked it and the next one went in my mouth at last and I let it run down my throat and the next one did as well but the amount was filling it and I choked to swallow it cause it was all over my mouth - like my mouth was a cup! A cum cup. "Oh babes. Oh sugar. Oh that's right sugar. Oh sugar, that iiisss ssweeeet!" Then he just let the spurts cover my face and run into my ears and down my neck, where it mixed with all the other juice on my chest and blobbed slowly down my tummy to where it slithered over my waistband and soaked through. He shut his eyes and let it just pump out again and again before looking at it, milking the last from it with his fingers and thumb massaging the shaft and directing the final squirts all over my face, covering it and watching it slide down my face like a melting ice cake, down my throat and into my neckline. When he stopped he seemed breathless and he was breathing really slowly, like he was drained and empty. I knelt obediently, just slowly swallowing and recovering, licking my lips and gradually wiping the cum off my face and licking it off my palms. He watched me and kind of fascinated with me, that I would do that and that I had some what I just had, swallowed his whole load and given him this, like monumental blow job and taken his gargantuan cock and I could tell, from his eyes and the look he gave me: this was the first time it had happened to him ever; in his entire life never had one of those girls he let near his crown jewels got anywhere near giving him an orgasm like that, ever. What I don't get is these supposedly straight guys getting off on my face. His chest was going up and down, expanding and contracting like he had just run the Olympics. He reached down and touched my cheek with a soft smile that seemed to be filled with gentleness and appreciation and gratitude, sort of, even - like he really was impressed. "That's one ball sucking cunt," said Baldy, also impressed. And Monster simply said, "Sweet," before doing up and stepping away, a bit like a dismount. And he looked at no one in particular and said, "All yours ..." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 32