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Oral Values: Consumption Crazy

By: Global Carol



(The Oral Values serial is comprised of independent chapters, yet I hope the reader will find they provide a satisfying tale alphabetically.)

Trying to sleep became an exercise in futility. Starring at the ceiling of the bedroom in her darkened suite - in the same hotel at which Edward Thompson had just arrived - Regina Bouchet put one hand on each of her breasts. Though a part of her for years, sometimes it still amazed her that they were so large. She found it so strange her chest had grown from no breasts of her childhood to these melon-sized boobs, even one of which both her hands could not encompass. Her boobs required two hands to hold, and even then the breast was not completely covered. Her bras were so large that she could wear one cup as a hat, nearly covering the top of her entire head.

Caressing her breasts, playing with her erect nipples, she began to think back on the events of the following day, the day after her first taste of sex. She thought back again to her year of study in London just after high school.

The very next day, their next-door neighbor Mark asked her if she wanted to do something with him after school. Clearly wanting to be true to her own moral code (No sex before marriage!) Regina had spent the night trying to justify exactly what her first taste of "cum" (She had decided to call it that, and that she really liked the word.) qualified as. Had she had sex? No, not at all. She was still a virgin. She had not even touched a man, nor had one touched her or even seen her naked. On the other hand, she had begun to crave cum in a way she could never have imagined. It was as though her entire sexual existence was wrapped up in the smell and taste of the intoxicating fluid. She knew she wanted to find more. No, she really needed more.

Regina had known for the past few years that men were impressed with her figure. It was impossible for her to go anywhere, even wearing her loosest fitting, baggiest clothing, without most men gaping at her. They were not just trying to sneak a peek, either. Most men, and even a number of women she encountered, could not help but stare at the petit frame, the slender physique, the pretty, luminous hair, the warm, friendly and intelligent smile - and the enormous jugs! It always annoyed her and many times she did have to call for help when some guy would not take no for an answer. This had, fortunately, never been any kind of attack, just creepy guys who could not stay away from her.

Her next-door neighbor Mark was different, though. He was funny, intelligent, and cute. Not a creep, like so many of the others. She clearly knew he stared at her surreptitiously and in a way it actually excited her. Perhaps that was why she also thought about him while she wrestled with her conscience in regards to her sudden desire for cum. Thinking about Mark actually crystallized a small plan in her mind. Now that he'd asked her, perhaps this was her chance to get to know him and put her plan into action.

Not terribly tall, about her height, Mark was a pretty regular guy. He was fairly active in sports, but not a large "jock." He was a B or B+ student. All in all, he was pretty regular and that included his looks. The attraction that Regina found was in his smile and in the way his eyes smiled when his mouth did. This she'd noticed the first day she met him and had wanted to spend some time with him ever since. 

But that morning she realized something had changed in her last night. She had sipped from the well and wanted more. She wanted streams, gushes, and fountains, not just sips. Mark would be able to turn on the fountain, she hoped. Settled in her agenda, she stopped by Mark's house on her way home from school.

"Hello, Gina. What's up?" asked Mark.

"D'you want to go over the art history photos?" she replied, entering the Wright's house. 

"Would you like something to drink?"

"So that's why you seem so relaxed," she said, "Sure, it's Friday. Where're your folks?"

After explaining that they wouldn't be home until much later, he offered her a drink again, this time something alcoholic.

She thought it was a very mature thing to do, though she'd really never had more than a sip or two of hard alcohol. When he offered to make her a drink she gladly accepted.

The two of them studied some photos for an art history exam on Monday while drinking some iced cold vodka. They were reviewing a chapter on various sculpted fountains in Rome. As the alcohol began make them feel very mellow they both got quite silly. Regina also became surprisingly aroused looking at photograph after photograph of these lovely historic fountains. She began to fantasize that the fountains were not shooting water, but cum. Just as Greg had done the night before, but on a grand scale. And she wanted her tongue to be the target for the massive amounts of cum shooting from those jets.

For his part Mark could not get his mind or his eyes over Regina's figure, especially her boobs. Though covered initially by her jacket and a sweater over her blouse, she'd shed both of them due to the warmth of his room and the alcohol. Each time she moved he tried to peek between the buttons on the front of her blouse. Many times he'd jerked off imagining what they would look like, what kind of bra she wore, and how they would actually feel if he had the chance to touch them.

In the photos they'd been studying pictures of fountains by Bernini and other renaissance artists. The images of beautifully formed physiques had figures of dolphins and cherubs spewing water, some of the cherubs were even shooting jets of it from their little penises. At one point the suddenly aroused Regina found she was looking at a photograph which she was sure was not a school text as there was a photo of a young man with an erect penis in his hand aiming down into the mouth of young woman.

Regina's mind was swimming in thoughts imagining what it would be like to be the girl in the photo and what Mark's cum would feel like against her tongue. Suddenly she looked up at him leering at her chest and heard him say, "It's called Fountain and you play it naked."

She was startled, and immediately excited by this statement, the first thing she'd heard him say in several minutes of sexual daydreaming. Between the warmth of the room and the vodka, it all struck her as hilarious and exciting and naughty causing her to chortle loudly.

"Look at that!" she interrupted.

He explained further, "I began to whank myself recently, though I must be the last one in the whole school. And I've been so very horny ever since. One day last week I saw some pictures in a friend's magazine of a girl who was lying on a bed with a bunch of guys around her. Each one was whanking himself. When each one had his climax he shot into her mouth. That reminded me of this picture of the fountain. I figured the girl must like the taste or she wouldn't have been smiling so much with all their cum in her mouth.

The alcohol throwing his inhibitions out the window, he continued, "I'm so excited by you and your excellent body that I've been wanting to do the same thing with you. To tell you the truth I think it's rather disgusting, but it seems like women must love cum, at least that's what I gather from this magazine. Now, I know you told me that you're still a virgin and that you want to stay that way. And I respect that. But, what if we take off our clothes (so we don't get any cum on them), and I whank myself. Then when I'm ready to cum I can shoot in your mouth. This way you'll stay a virgin and we can still play. What do you think?"

Though she'd had many men make offers she'd never seriously considered even one. Here, though, Regina was unsure how to proceed. On the one hand she wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. On the other she couldn't imagine her good fortune. Not much more than twelve hours ago she had climaxed, just tasting cum for the first time. She remembered seeing, feeling, and tasting Greg's cum and her body began to tremble ever so slightly. She started to become moist between her legs and her breasts began to feel warm, her nipples tingled. Greg's cum had been at room temperature by the time she had tasted it. Here was an opportunity to taste it straight from the source. And she didn't have to do anything but take off her clothes.

Then again, she'd never exposed her body to a boy. Yet, the thought of showing her huge boobs to a boy she liked and actually cared about was kind of a turn on. After all she would still be a virgin. Exposing her God given breasts would not make her anything less. And, perhaps showing them to him would excite him or her or both of them even more. Maybe it would make him shoot more semen into her mouth than otherwise. Besides, though many had commented on her tits no one had ever seen them up close, not in a sexual way. Her insecurities, shared by every young woman, help her to decide that Mark would be able to tell her honestly if they were really that attractive or if as she sometimes feared they were just freakish.

"Sure, why not?" she exclaimed. "But you'll have to hurry because I need to be home by five and it's already past four. How much time will it take?"

"I can usually cum in five or ten minutes. But if I hurry maybe we can do it twice before you go," he answered, hoping to see her undressed and maybe even shooting onto her gigantic tits.

With that he tore off his clothes and began to imagine Regina undressed. This was a dream come true, he told himself. He wasn't sure how he had gotten the nerve to ask her to join him in this (though he was sure the porno magazine and the vodka had a part) but he was sure glad he had.

Ever since he had seen that girl in the magazine, a girl who didn't have a body one percent as stupendous as Regina's, he had dreamed of shooting his sperm into a girl's mouth. The magazine had a sequence of shots with five guys and this brunette. First they showed her picking up the five in a bar. With captions, the story continued about her thirst that only a group of men could fill and they headed for a hotel room. In the room the sequence showed her lying diagonally across the bed with her head at one corner so that all the guys were whanking around her open mouth. She had such a sexy smile on her face as each guy shot his juice into and around her mouth. The last photo showed her sitting up, smiling at the camera with cum decorating her face, mostly around her mouth, the remnants of their orgasms that missed her tongue, their primary target, asking "Could you give me some more to drink? I'm still thirsty."

Mark hoped that Regina would devour his semen the same way, make love to it, and relish it in her mouth. He had also hoped Regina would take his cock in her mouth, but he figured that this was less assured. On the other hand, if she really wanted to eat his cum, like he figured in his naiveté all women did, perhaps she'd do whatever it would take to make it shoot.

He got his clothes off and stood there rubbing his prick. Regina took off her blouse and then hesitated, her conscience speaking up. Was she doing the right thing? Then she looked at Mark's cock. She was fascinated by its size and the look of it. It was about the same length as Greg's though much thicker. She wondered how men kept something so large in their pants. It must be uncomfortable, she thought. She knew that she had to taste its juice and to make that happen she needed to give him some help. She remembered sunbathing topless on holiday in France and how so many of the men kept staring at her. Maybe showing him her tits would actually make him give her more to drink.

Worried that they were running out of time, she turned around and asked Mark to unfasten her English engineered 32GG bra. She slid it off her shoulders, brushed her shimmering hair behind her head and slowly turned around.

Mark couldn't believe his eyes. He just stared at her tits. He had never seen such big ones in any of the porn he'd seen. Her areolas it seemed were bigger than the entire boobs of some girls he'd seen. Unthinkingly rubbing his cock and staring at her colossal breasts he was almost ready to cum.

Regina for her part couldn't take her eyes off his cock. It had grown so much in the past few moments she could not believe it. Seven or eight inches long, it was definitely larger than Greg's. Staring at it she unconsciously rubbed her breasts, rubbing the lines the underwires always seem to make in her sensitive skin. She was still completely dressed from the waist down, but suddenly Mark cried out, "I think I'm going to cum very soon."

"But I still have half of my clothes on."

"That's OK," he replied. "I've dreamt about your tits for so long and now to finally see them right in front of me, I am so hot I'm going to cu-"

"Wait," she cried, "I'm not ready yet."

But it was already too late. They were standing a few feet apart, facing each other in his bedroom. He was furiously pulling his cock, which now looked to her to be twice the size of Greg's. When she realized that he was going to do it, she threw one hand in front of his cockhead and concurrently fell to her knees in front of it, rapt, eyes wide, unaware of anything else in the entire world.

Mark released a muffled cry and began to shoot. Her hand caught the first two shots of semen, the inner side of her left breast the next, and her chin the fourth. It all seemed to be happening quickly and slowly at the same time. His last few shots were not as full as the first ones, but she did get her reward in the place where she wanted it: mouth agape, tongue outstretched she finally received one or two fair-sized shots of warm, straight-from-the-cock cum.

Her body began to tingle as the rush swept over her. As a small trickle of white gooey juice dripped out of his cockhead and she leaned her head under it, facing up, to catch it. It was then that her body had a sudden, massive orgasm like she had not even had the previous night. Her breasts, following the lead of the rest of her body, were shaking for the next minute. She became aware of perspiration forming between her legs and in the small of her back. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her as she rolled the white milky cum around her mouth and over her tongue.

Mark had never seen anything so amazing, but his experience with women was limited to a couple of hand jobs at the cinema. He didn't know that women had orgasms similarly to a man, the way the whole body tenses and shakes. And he didn't know that women came when they ate cum.

As she began to calm down, with a loud gulp she swallowed every drop of the cum that she'd played with. Then she proceeded to find the rest. She slowly licked up the globs in her palm like a cat licking the last of a bowl of milk, but slowly and almost lovingly as though it were something precious - and for her it was. After licking her hand clean she took her finger and scraped the cum dripping off her chin. She then stuck the cum coated finger into her mouth, sucking it clean to get all of its juice. There was one large shot of cum on her left tit, on the skin just outside her areole. She lowered her head, simultaneously lifting the heavy breast with her left hand. She tongued that glob of cum and in the process made her nipple stand up even bigger than before.

When she finally got every drop of sperm she could find, she sat back and said "Wow! That was incredible. Can I have some more?"

His brain tapping into his fantasy girl in the magazine he replied "I usually need half an hour of so before I can do it again. God, but you're so hot and it made me so excited to see you eat up my cum I'll bet I can have another load for you in a minute."

"That's great. I can't wait. I want more!" she said, but, looking at the clock, she added, "But I need to leave now. Maybe by the time I get dressed you can shoot a whole load in my mouth. That way I can hold it there and savor it walking home."

"Regina, you are so hot." He had no idea the afternoon would work out this way. It was like a dream come true, a very wet dream.

Watching her finish dressing and putting herself together, he was a little saddened that her humongous knockers were all closed up behind the largest bra cups he'd ever seen, plus her blouse, sweater, and her blazer. But just the thought of her body and the anticipation on her smiling face brought him back to the point of coming in no time. Add to that the incredibly sexy fact that she actually was going to open her lovely mouth to accept his jism and he was ready.

She said, "This time I'm going to be prepared. I want it all in my mouth, straight from your cock this time."

She sat down on a low chair in front of him and waited with anticipation while staring at his blood-engorged cock. The veins were deep purple and the head was an even deeper shade of red than Greg's had been. His hand was moving so rapidly she almost became hypnotized by the motion. She could smell his cock-scent. She wanted to put her mouth around the head, but thought that in some way she wouldn't be a virgin if she touched him. Deciding to table her hang-ups for later, now was the time for more delicious cum. Every few seconds she licked her lips in anticipation.

Mark moaned in ecstasy as he began to shoot. This time she really was ready. Her mouth was just an inch away from the head, as the white-hot cream began to spurt. Shot after shot of semen came out of his cock and directly into her mouth. She loved the thick, erotic texture. As she began to savor the taste another powerful orgasm hit her.

Much to his surprise, Mark's second climax in the past twenty minutes was bigger and more powerful than his first. By the time he had shot six spurts, he thought they would begin to diminish in size, but they just kept coming. In all, he must have shot a dozen large globs of his cock juice at her tongue. He stared at her open mouth, watching the pool of his cum form and getting bigger until her whole mouth was like an ocean of warm white semen.

At the end, he squeezed the last drops out of his cockhead which dropped with a soft "plop" into the pool already formed. She closed her mouth and put on a grin a mile wide, but with her lips closed, of course. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed her books, and left in a flash.

On the way home she had trouble keeping the savory liquid from spilling out, especially as small waves of climaxes hit her while attempting to walk down the block. Her cheeks were bulging out somewhat and she was concerned that some errant semen would begin to flow from her mouth. But she tried to enjoy the taste and the experience, rolling her tongue all around her mouth, as long as she could. When she got to her house, she strolled up the walk, took a deep breath through her nose, and began to swallow the jism slowly as if suspended in slow motion.

As she opened her mouth for the first time since Mark shot his cum in it, the air met with the sexy taste in her mouth and she re-experienced a small, but delightful orgasmic shudder. Even though it had been five or ten minutes since he had sprayed her tongue with his sperm she was still very excited and could almost hear her heart beating.

What an amazing afternoon, she thought. And the thought continued: Where can I get some more of that juicy white stuff now?

As Regina lay in bed remembering that day, she remembered the line about Queen Mary's errant seamen and chuckled. Sex was something to be enjoyed and however you wanted to enjoy it was an individual choice as long as no one gets hurt. And just as her memories of that younger self wanted "more of that juicy white stuff" she wished she had a large mouthful (or two) right now. It would give her just what she always needed, and help her sleep in the process.

(Continued)