2 comments/ 35088 views/ 2 favorites Oral Values: Guzzling Gardens 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.) Regina knew the opportunity to suck a dozen cocks was not going to present itself. She eventually got out of bed, walked to the hotel suite's small salon and looked out the window. Historic though London was, her perception at the moment was dark, overcast, non-descript. It could have been almost anywhere. It was not the city of that different time years before when the girl of eighteen was first discovering her own unique sexual paradise. She opened her laptop and went to one of the chat rooms she often frequented, one that had respect for people and each one's unique sexuality. On occasion she'd made some friends there who became lovers in her AWF (away from keyboard) life. Since these chats were mainly in the United States she realized it might be a little too early for them to start attracting the "usual" crowd. Before interrupting her screen saver she watched the nature displays appearing then fading into the photo. She saw a beautiful photo of a park with a green lawn, a lake, and at the side a copse of bushes. She recalled the next day, years before, after she had drunk the semen from Greg's two orgasms, out of her nightstand water glass. It seemed like just yesterday. She had awakened early and attempted to get right to her studies. Around noon Mark came by asking if she'd want to join him for lunch. "Let's take a break and go to the park for a picnic. I've got a basket of food already packed for us," suggested Mark. "You've made me an offer I just can't refuse," she replied. "My studying is going well. Anyway," she lowered her voice to a whisper "I was sitting here thinking I haven't had my daily requirement of cum." Mark stared at her with mixed feelings. Had he created a monster? "You mean you want me to give you a load of jism when we get to the park?" "Sure. Why not? There are places where we can hide to get away from nosy eyes. And I really want to taste that white nectar of yours again. I've been thinking about it all morning." What she didn't tell him about was the two loads of cum she had cajoled from Greg the night before. She thought it better not to sip and tell. Though feeling a little ill at ease, he was also excited about the opportunity to again whank off for this sexy, friendly, and big boobed American. In fact, he started to get hard just walking out the front door. He was glad he had the picnic basket to put in front of his jeans. As they left the house and took a bus to the park Regina began to think about her budding relationship with Mark. She had never really shared much real intimacy with him prior to the previous day. And even that was in a hormone and alcohol induced stupor, on both their parts. Perhaps she was imposing on his tidy little world. She began to feel a bit insecure about this afternoon outing. Was she being fair to him? Wasn't she really just using him for this newly discovered passion? If Greg's cum could make her have these enormous orgasms, couldn't any man's? Was she just exploiting Mark simply because he was there? As she pondered what was the right thing to do, she began to focus more and more on the white, gooey, substance itself and less and less on the supplier. She replayed in her mind the previous night's scene – drinking Greg's cum from the glass – and that newly familiar sensation began to start between her legs. In very little time she was jarred back from her musings by the sudden stop of the bus. They walked into the park and found a quiet spot in a copse completely hidden from view in a wooded area. Regina helped Mark spread out the lunch on a large blanket. When they had finished most of the fruit, cheese, bread, and wine, Regina said to Mark, "OK, I'm ready for my dessert. Let me taste it." "Well, uh," he hesitated, "I can't just cum on command. I need to have some stimulation and besides, I feel a little afraid someone might see us." "Don't worry so much," she responded with a little more bravado than she truly felt, "No one can see us. Just open your zipper and let me see it, please." Whether it was her imploring tone, or his desire to masturbate into her sweet smiling mouth, Mark couldn't help but respond to her plea. He unzipped and pulled down his pants enough to pull out his very rigid cock. Just gazing upon it, Regina almost let out a cry of delight. Unconsciously, she began to lick her lips. Then, surprisingly, she began to feel warm, so warm, in fact, that she pulled off her sweater, and then unbuttoned her blouse. Mark's eyes stared at her massive mounds hidden as best as they could by her bra cups. He only then realized that his erection was as hard as it ever got and it hadn't yet even been touched. Regina continued to undress. It must be the warmth of the sun, she thought, but then realized it was her own thermostat suddenly skyrocketing up several degrees. She almost ripped off her blouse and then reached back to undo her bra. Pulling the wide bands around both of her sides and leaning forward on her knees to permit her breasts freedom from their cups' constraints made her feel sexy. The new sensation of showing her body to a man began to excite her. The power, the control, and the lust in their eyes was new and in itself a turn-on. After folding the bra in half, one cup on top of the other, and setting it down on top of the discarded blouse, she sat back and thrust her chest slightly forward. Slowly she shimmied back and forth, each erect nipple pointing up to the sky. Seized by a sudden impulse — and disregarding any part of her mind that was attempting to define the word "virginity," for the nonce, at least — she leaned forward, her breasts pendulous, and touched her tongue to Mark's cockhead. She surprised herself, but simply could not do anything else at that moment. Craning her neck, she rubbed her lips along the stiff shaft, wetting it with little licks of her tongue. Finally, she moved back to the head and ever so slowly licked up the pre-cum forming there. Her entire being at that moment was focused on the tip of her tongue and its connection to this man's penis. She lay down on her back. "Take off your pants and come sit here," she instructed Mark, pushing her breast together and eyeing her cleavage. He moved over her, keeping his weight on his strong thighs, as she guided his cock in between her luscious tits. He was soon thrusting forward and back, and each time she would accept his head into her mouth. His motions becoming more animated, he began to thrust deeper and harder. Regina, though, was frustrated that she couldn't get enough of him in her mouth. For her, each time his cock touched the top of her mouth a little spark went off between her legs. She wanted more of him in her mouth. Though she'd never seen it done she'd certainly heard of "deep throating" and was anxious to see how well she could do. All of these logistical exercises were, she was sure, keeping her large orgasms at bay for now. What the hell, she concluded, she would eventually get her medicine. So how bad could it be to learn some techniques along the way? Another day in heaven was all Mark could think about. Not only was he sitting on top of a world record sized set of hooters, thrusting his nice sized cock between them, he was actually getting sucked off by this sexually ravenous beauty who wanted nothing but his semen. Staring at his cock entering and leaving the tunnel of her boobs and the line of pre-cum that formed between his head and her tongue on every backstroke, he was soon ready to give her what she'd come for. He raised himself higher and plunged deeper into her mouth. Regina wanted to take him further back in her mouth, but the angle prevented it. "Don't come yet. I want to take you all the way down my throat and I can't this way." With that she pushed him off and he fell onto the blanket flat on his back. She got up and put her legs under her butt, sitting on her feet. Crouching between his legs and leaning forward, she opened her mouth and tried, slowly, to get his rod deep into her mouth. The sudden cessation of steady movement and change in position made Mark stave off the impending orgasm. He knew it was going to happen, but this was the stuff dreams were made of and he wanted to savor it. Never before evening thinking about actually giving a blowjob, Regina did what seemed natural and she wanted to do whatever it took to get Mark as excited as possible. She rightly expected that he'd give her more cum if he was more excited and she wanted to taste and feel that directly from his cock, before it reached the air. She wanted him to shoot deep into her mouth. Once she made sure his cock was lubricated sufficiently with her saliva, helped along with a small supply of pre-cum, she began to consider how to accomplish what she had just decided was next: How to get his cock down her throat. She wanted to feel his pubic hairs tickle her face with his cock buried down her throat. She slowly fed his prick to the back of her mouth and paused. Then she pushed against the back of her throat, but this only made her gag a bit. "How am I going to do this?" she thought to herself. When the head hit the back of her throat there was still another two or three inches between her lips and his flat stomach. She knew she would need to relax her throat, to get used to the feeling of his cock slowly snaking its way down past the pressure point. She tried to concentrate on relaxing her throat, to feel comfortable with his massive hard-on probing the entrance to her throat. After a few moments of this, Mark felt a need for more activity than simply the pressure of his cock against the back of her mouth. He began to slowly press up into her face. For some unknown reason that actually helped Regina get his cock's head past her gag point. Mark was surprised to find that he was able to push another few inches into her face on each thrust. He was actually able to fuck her face and she didn't gag. Regina was on another planet. Part of her was exuberant that she had been able to deep throat Mark, but another part was still uncomfortable with the pressure in her throat and the feeling that she might gag at any moment. She felt that, though she was able to accommodate him, if he thrust just a little higher or lower she could lose it. Nevertheless, the feeling of his steady thrusts, sliding his cock between her wet, warm lips and deep into her being, simultaneously tasting some pre-cum as it went, pushed her past a peak that brought her to that different world. Though initially preferring just to drink cum without all this strenuous activity, the mouth fucking was exciting in its own way, she thought. And it brought on a completely different kind of orgasm. This one crept up on her. She could feel it coming and just let it happen. It had nothing to do with the impending fountain of thick white cream she was going to feel and to taste. This climax was caused just by focusing on this hard-on probing the depths of her mouth and down into her throat. And, at this moment, time stood still. This cock in her mouth was her entire universe. She began to rub her enormous breasts, one hanging into the palm of each hand, the nipples like bullets roughly rubbing the sensuous skin of her palms. Between the pressure of the cock in her throat and her fingers rubbing and finally gently pulling and pinching her nipples, she was almost at her crest. But, not quite. She needed a little more, she realized, as one hand left her boob and moved quickly to her clit. The already flooded channel easily spread to allow her fingers access; rubbing slowly and deliberately she began to come, a long, deliberate come that she could feel would go on for an eternity. Mark was almost there himself. One or two more strokes, he knew, would do the trick. All he wanted was for her throat to accommodate his thrusts, nothing changing, nothing different, just a little more of the exact same and he was going to inundate her mouth with the warm, wet, white liquid. He couldn't believe that he could thrust his entire length in and out of her mouth, and at such a rapid pace. But he could both feel and see it happening and it was so sexy to watch. The juices began to boil up inside his groin and then the feeling of hot semen jetting through his plumbing began to take over every cell in his body. He shoved his crotch forward with his ultimate orgasmic thrust. Regina, though riding her own wave, knew that this was it, her present was at this moment rocketing through his cock into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The first shot jetted deep into her throat. She increased the rubbing of her clit and then suddenly stopped. She just kept the pressure applied to her button, knowing that in three or four seconds her own orgasm would hit. As if on cue, she began to tremble, her body feeling as though the world were in a suspended state, that time was standing still. The only occurrences were their two orgasms. He continued to shoot jets of hot white cum between her ruby lips and into her mouth. She had given up most of his length so he was shooting into her mouth and not down her throat. The large quantity was rapidly filling her up. A small quantity, in fact, dripped out from between her lips and down the side of his cock. She made a mental note to retrieve that later. Right now, she was savoring the wonderful taste, her first, of semen straight from her very first blowjob. It was fascinating for Regina now to think back about that afternoon more than fifteen years ago, how she had done things she'd thought she'd never do until she was married. What nonsense, she thought, to wait until some arbitrary event to do a most natural human activity. What bullshit to have to wait to taste cum! The smooth, creamy texture that richly coated her mouth was as delicious to her then as it is today. How she had relished giving Mark that blowjob. How proud she had been to have taken all of him down her throat. These thoughts were all swimming around her brain in the darkened hotel suite. While her mouth was holding his slowly deflating cock surrounded by a sea of sperm juice Regina reveled in the strong taste for some minutes. After savoring the feel of his now small cock on her tongue a little longer, she finally allowed him to slip from her mouth. She sat up and slowly swallowed the wad he had provided her, enjoying the taste of the delicious syrup. She then bent over further to find the few errant globs of sperm that had fallen from her mouth. She located these at the base of his cock and slowly licked up every last drop, his pubic hair tickling her nose. "That was awesome," Mark spoke first. "I can't believe how wonderful your mouth and your tongue and your throat are!" "It's just this love I have for semen," she replied. "I guess I just instinctively do whatever I need to do to get it. Is that possible?" Mark, in response, just shrugged. "You know, you seem to have an abundant amount. Can I have some more after you rest for a few minutes? Please? Please?" "I think I can manage," he joked. "Brilliant. Let's just lie here for a few minutes and then if you ask again nicely I'll give you another load." Never in his young life had he ever thought those words would be emanating from his lips. Sweet, sweet Mark, Regina remembered, her friend from long ago. That was how she finally lost her oral virginity as she used to call it. A little while later she gave him another blowjob. They then spent the rest of the afternoon with her lips wrapped around Mark's cock, getting three more reasonably sized loads in the process. That was what she really needed at this point. She looked at the clock. It was late, very late. Feeling the wetness brought on by her vivid memories, she turned off the woodsy screen saver. Loading her browser she surfed a few of her favorite sites. Eventually she would end up, as always, at her favorite interactive site. The OR was getting busy.