Steve Golden - The sitter loves to suck

Her mouth seemed to be clogged with cum. She closed her lips and swished the heavy paste about between her cheeks and gums, tried to swallow it a bit at a time. A thick line of cum sealed her lips shut like wax. Dribbles of cock cream rolled down her chin and onto her pretty neck.

And now the cocks had nowhere to spurt. The heavy jets of jizz began splattering into her face, onto her cheeks and over her nose. The two boys tilted their cocks this way and that, unsure of what to do. Ropes of cum shot up between her eyes, onto her forehead. Cum fountained up the length of her face and into her hair. She clenched her eyes and gulped down more wads of spunk.

And suddenly Fred was grunting and cursing, fucking his cock in and out between her tits like a greased piston. His prick tilted up over the hollow of her neck each time he drove it forward. And now, from this position, his cock began to shoot, spurting streamers of cum two feet long up over Lisa's helpless and sodden face. Arte and Harry hadn't even finished yet, and now Fred was heaving thick gushes of cum at her.

"In her face! In her hot little slut face!" he croaked.

Fred's prick twitched and sent a ribbon of cum flying up the left side of her face, splattering her from jaw to hairline. The stream of cum was nearly an inch wide, and it rode up her cheek and crossed her eye. Her eyelid tensed under all the weight.

Harry sent a jet of jism spinning off over her nose and between her eyes. His cum curled over her eyebrow and wriggled over her forehead. Then his cock stopped spurting and dripped thick drops of cum onto her skin in fat pellets. The cum fell to her cheek, then rolled down her face to her ear.

Arte fired off one more giant rope of cum, directly into her mouth, just as she was opening her lips for the first time in a while. She immediately coughed, gagged, and closed her mouth again. Silver streaks of cum ran from the corners of her mouth. He planted his cockhead to one side of her face an let it ooze dregs of cum onto her splattered skin.

"In her face! Oh fuck! All over her hot slut face!" Fred croaked. He sent another loop of jizz up the right side of her face, then another directly up the center. He decorated her face lovingly with swirling streamers of spunk, as if he were painting a portrait.

And all the while Lisa moaned and groaned with fuck-lust and pleasure, as if this were something she'd wanted all her life. She tilted her face from side to side slightly, so as to get as much cum as possible on her features. And as soon as she could, she opened her mouth again, stuck out her tongue and waited for more cum. She was whimpering softly.

"Dirty slut! Hot, cock-sucking bitch! Sleazy twat!" Fred wailed, still lobbing stream after stream of scalding cum into her face. Her features were disappearing under the deluge of cum. She was no longer recognizable. Fat gobs of spunk slithered about everywhere on her face. It was as if she'd been hit in the face, repeatedly, with heavy cream pies.

"Shit, look at her! Look at her face!" Harry grunted. He was smearing his cock about against her ear.

"Cock-sucker, cock-sucker," Arte mumbled. He had wrapped a handful of her pretty blonde curls around his cock and was wiping the cum off carefully.

Fred moved forward, planted his huge cockhead on Lisa's upturned chin. He spurted one last giant ribbon of jizz up the center of her face, over the bridge of her nose and onto her forehead. He let the rest of his cum ooze out onto her mouth slowly, like syrup. He stared down into her face, fascinated at what the three of them had done to her. He had never seen anything like it.

And slowly, Lisa brought up her fingers to her face. Her eyes were clogged with silver cum, the hashes matted together and submerged under pools of jizz. Globs and streamers of white cum hung off her nose and cheeks and forehead. Her whole face shone under its weird mask of shimmering cum.

With slow, deliberate movements, she began to smear the cum into her face with her fingers. She rubbed it into her cheeks, circling her fingers about. She smudged cum into the side of her nose. Then she opened her cum-clogged mouth and began licking her fingers. Beneath all the creamy cum, she was smiling.

Fucking would never be the same for her again, Lisa realized, not after what had happened to her over the last few days. She'd been fucked every which way, by more men than she could remember. She'd had cocks up her cunt and up her ass and in her mouth and between her tits. She'd jerked guys off, rubbed cocks into her tits and face. And she'd let guys spurt cum all over her. She'd been covered in cum.

What's more, she'd been with whole groups of men at the same time. She'd been gangbanged. Short of fucking and sucking an entire football team, there was little else that she could try that she hadn't already done. It was as if she'd reached the end of the line.

For a day or so she let all this sink in. She thought about what she'd done, remembered fondly all the weird situations. She blushed, occasionally, as she recalled screaming and begging for a cock. And she smiled softly to herself. There was no real shame or guilt in what she felt. It had all been fun, and it had been an experience. She simply wondered what she could do next.

At school, Hawkins and his three friends avoided Lisa. It was strange. She'd expected them to maybe snicker at her as she passed them in the halls. But it didn't happen. If they looked at her at all it was with a kind of shy fascination, as if she were someone they couldn't begin to understand. And whenever she glanced over at them, they looked away quickly. In a way, this pleased her.

Toward the end of the week Doug Hollins asked her out again. She hadn't seen much of him lately, and hadn't spoken to him at all since she'd jerked him off all over her after their drive-in date. For a while there she couldn't have cared less if she'd ever seen him again. She was much too busy looking for cock elsewhere.

Now she looked at Doug a little differently. He was a pleasant fellow, and though they didn't have that much in common at least they felt comfortable with each other. Once in a while they could actually carry on a conversation. She accepted his invitation. He might not be able to offer her what Hawkins' friends could, namely a gang-bang, but maybe there were other things in life worth looking into.

They went out for pizza, and afterward he just drove around aimlessly, seemingly quite content just to be with her. As usual, he didn't say much. Over dinner they'd made very polite conversation and hadn't once referred to the episode in his car when she'd pumped out his cum all over her. In a way, it was as if they were going out together for the first time. Finally he parked up at the lake, and she thought it would just be a replay of what had happened to them before, with them both hot and bothered and cramped in the front seat, their clothes thrust aside quickly. But he wanted to walk, and he took her hand as they ambled down to the water. Around the bay, she could see lights in the Sanderson cabin, and she steered him around in the other direction.

There seemed to be something on his mind. His quiet demeanor wasn't like before, when he simply appeared to have nothing to say. This time he was obviously thinking about something and trying to figure out how to say it. When they were finally moving away from the lakeside cabins toward a deserted stretch of sand, he turned to her.

"Did you really go out with that Tom Hawkins character?" he said. He quickly turned away and stared off across the lake.

Lisa blushed. Was fucking and sucking a guy in the back of his van really going out with him? She sighed. "I suppose you could say that. I saw him once."

"You know what they say about him? He makes every girl he goes out with. All he thinks about is sex."