Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2021 11:11:43 -0400 From: Lacy Lips Subject: Broken 3 Broken 3 ©Lacylips@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. In no way is this intended to advocate for sex with minors its just my fantasy. ____________________________________________ So our "night night" hand job had become my first blow job. I was conflicted because it sounded like it would be gross but it was not. I found it difficult to clear my brain of how I felt with Brads cock against my lips and spewing his gallon of gonad gravy over them, in my mouth, and annointing much of my face with his slime. I told you that I loved the taste and feel of cum so that had been extraordinary. Not fully sold on my mouth being stuffed with a big cock though. Finally able to drift off to sleep I awoke a few times with many of these concerns bounding around in my head. Was I a cock sucker? Just a straight cum pig? Gay? Fag? Bi? So many questions and then back to slumber over and over. The sun was just coming up. I was only half awake when Brad left the bed and ducked into the bathroom. He kind of sauntered back to my side with his dick out, chubbed up and swinging as he stepped. Now next to me he reached out grabbing me under the armpits and yanked me sideways on the bed so my head hung a little over the side. "Morning Billy. It's time for cock sucking lesson number 2, face fucking. No idea what he meant til he slapped my face a few times with his firming slab, dragged it now oozing precum over my lips and told me to open my mouth. "I am going to fuck your face so good Billy. You are getting every damn thick inch of my tool over your lips and into your throat before I pound your mouth like a wet pussy and slather you in another huge load of my tasty cum." I was officially petrified but after some continued glossing of my lips my jaw just lowered allowing him to stuff his big dick inside. At first I was scared but the feeling of his hard appendage gliding over my naturally lubricated lips on its way to my tonsils was so exciting. Hard but velvety and so damn long. Seemingly it took forever for his sponge head to traverse my tongue on the bottom and roof of my orifice on the top before poking at the ultimate target, my throat. He pushed hard a few times but it would not enter. "I think you need some encouragement before we try this deep throat shit some more." He pulled back and began rocking his hips pistoning his prominent pecker in and out causing unexpected feeling of joy to my lips. Hard to believe but I was getting into this face fucking thing and the resulting building of a pond of spit and mucus made it even more thrilling. Maybe I was a born cock sucker as it was obvious to me that I loved what Brads cock was doing to my mouth. My whole body really as I had a raging hard on of my own fighting to escape the tight panties. "Holy shit! You are one fine cock sucker. I think you love my meat pole in your mouth cunt and even want me to lodge it in your throat as you take my load." He was quite vocal but using a low tone so as not to wake anyone else while sawing his schlong around in my sucking hole. I was going nuts and he could see that I was desperate to free my own prick from the panty prison and give it some yanks. " Yes Billy. Whip it out and jerk yourself off. I want to see you blowing your load while I unload mine down your throat. It is important to associate your pleasure with my cock." He leaned way over changing to fast and furious push-up like probing my mouth and polishing my now puffy lips for his imminent release. Just as he let out "cumming. I am fucking cumming. Take it all slut boy. I am so hosing you down but good." Before his first pulse of penis puke exited his tool, I exploded from my self stroking and the excitement of sucking a cock. It hit Brad in the face being so far leaned over and he did not like that. "Oh Fuck! You came on me bitch. You are going to pay for that move. You are eating sperm, not me!" He straightened up to avoid the 3 or 4 blasts that followed. I was slowing to an ooze as Brad's fire hose like discharge continued to fill my mouth beyond overflowing. Hot, kind of clumpy, slippery and so much volume. A vesuvius like eruption happened as my lips failed to contain it all and streamers of pearly whitewash cascaded over my flushed cheeks settling on parts of my neck. Holy Fucking Shit! Where the hell had he stored all of that or even produced it after he had fed me at bedtime already. I lay close to unconscious with my panty waist locked under my nuts and my limp tool like wasted over it. Brad ran his softening prick around on all parts of my face to collect anything that had missed its mark and be sure I ate it all. Then he left and returned with a wet washcloth and a hand towel for me to clean us both up. I had to wash his package because I was the one who made all of the mess. Then I washed myself. Dried rivulets of cum on my neck would not be a good look at the breakfast table. By the time we finished eating we were back to just buddies again. I was not his personal cock sucker and cum dump and he was not my studly feeder. We shot some hoops and then I went home. You can guess what thoughts filled my head the rest of the weekend and all thru the following week. I still was not turned on looking at his body but seeing, feeling and sucking his cock was a whole different thing. I jerked off so much that week always imagining cock filling my mouth, reaming my throat and lubricating my esophagus with a tasty load. What next? Comments? lacylips@gmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I know that you enjoy it as much as I do. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html