Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:59:26 +0100 From: Nathan Minter Subject: Chris' Experiences 6 Chris' Experiences Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan Written for Chris himself. All rules and laws and whatever else you can think of apply. This is just fiction - please use protection whenever and wherever you are. Enjoy the story! Eventually, his fingers move out, but keep going, until they are resting on my lips and finally pull away, a string of saliva stretching from my mouth to them. The feeling of his fingers is soon replaced, though, but by a different appendage. The head of his cock touches my lips, but I keep my eyes closed, and stay in a trance-like state. He pushes it in, inch by inch, so that half of it is in, and I can taste the beauty of it. "Ready for this?" he murmurs, to which I hum my approval. As soon as I hum, he gently places his hands on the back of my head. I feel his cock warm slightly, and something begins to run up his urethra. I feel the tip expand slightly, and then some warm liquid jettisons out. It's only then do I realise he's relieving himself in my mouth, and I'm jolted out of my trance. I jerk my head off his cock, but his hands behind my head push hard, keeping me there. "Spill one drop..." he growls a warning, then shakes my head slightly to show the power he has over me. There's no way for me to keep all of the continuing flow of piss in my mouth. Either I let it dribble out, or I swallow it. I really don't want to get on the wrong side of this guy, so there's only one option. Hating myself for getting into this situation, I gulp down all the piss that has collected in my mouth so far. The taste is worse than anything I've had before, and I nearly gag as it goes down, but I know I've got to continue, and manage to suppress it. I swallow each mouthful after that with a pained look, feeling the acrid taste burning into my taste buds. I soon feel the stream of piss dwindle, and a feeling of relief washes over me, but the feeling doesn't last long, as the guy starts pumping his cock into and out of my mouth as soon as the piss runs out. Thanks to the warm up with his fingers earlier, when his cock hits the back of my throat I don't gag, but let it slide in, lavishing its warmth, even though I'm hating the guy doing this to me. He pumps in and out, tirelessly, taking my oral virginity, scraping my nose with his pubes and slapping his balls against my chin. The smell of sex and sweat from here is overpowering. Very shortly, his thrusts get rougher and with each one I'm pushed back, smacking my head against the back of the sofa. After minutes of this I begin to feel woozy, and worry that I'll be knocked unconscious. My fears are unfounded though, as I'm pulled away from the back of the sofa, impaling my face on his dick as he spasms into climax, bursting shot after shot of hot cum down my throat, then pulling out after 3 shots to let the remainder blast over my face, hair and some landing on my shirt. As soon as he's finished wiping the cum dribbling from his cock onto my face, he gets up and puts his cock away, turning to leave. "We're 'ere most mornin's," he says, opening the door, "Me mates would love tah meetcha." And then he's gone, leaving me on the sofa with cum covering my face, drying in my hair and my shirt, rubbing myself through my pants. AUTHOR'S NOTE: From now on, I shall be announcing what the theme of the next part will be, so as to forewarn those who may not wish to read certain scenarios, and also as a little spoiler for those who would be interested. Chris' Experiences 7 theme: Body painting P.S. More suggestions people? I need them, otherwise I'll just give up on this and start something else. Thanks for reading, though! Emails will be happily received, criticisms, flames, junk mail, I don't care. Well, actually, not the junk mail. Feel free to request or suggest plot twists. Copyright 2010 Anuttymous All rights reserved by the author. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author. Reproduction for any other use is prohibited.