2 comments/ 26731 views/ 0 favorites Oral Values: Hedonic Homilist 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.) The third and last time he ever saw the naughty and extremely exciting Ellie was, of all places, at a wedding. The son of a colleague was getting married at the ripe age of 23 and Edward had been invited. He'd known the family for more than ten years and he'd watched the awkward teen get through college. Now that "kid" had just received his MA in teaching. As a member of the formal wedding party, after the afternoon wedding he was expected to give a toast and speech during the evening reception. In his white tuxedo jacket Ed looked acceptable. His former wife had once said "every guy looks good in a tux." Then she'd complain that there was no equivalent attire for a woman. That was Penny, he thought. Ellie had a commitment and couldn't make it to the church. Her friend, the bride whom she'd known since they were undergraduates together, accepted Ellie's somewhat flighty nature and was glad she was at least going to make the reception. Surprised, Ed noticed Ellie the minute she walked into the ballroom even though he was at a back corner table far from the entrance. Immediately he remembered the two other times he'd seen her. This little vixen had shaken some of his self-confidence about his published research and about himself and his own sexuality. How could a 100 pound, 25-year-old woman fill him with such self-doubt? The first time, more than a year before, they'd met by chance at a store, she'd taken him home with her and she'd sat on his face. No one had ever done that with him. Then he remembered that she changed suddenly and, though they'd then fucked, she sexually teased him, getting him close to coming, but just not letting him quite get there. Then, when he finally came, as sexual a creature as she was, she'd removed herself from his cock, just letting him shoot all over. It was the most exciting sexual encounter of his life, but it was weird. The second time she also played a cruel little game with him, by fucking him in the school library and then running off, leaving him with his entire palm full of his own cum. He'd had to wipe it on some curtains – and his shirttails! Not only was he uncomfortable the rest of the afternoon, he was also concerned that one of his patients would smell it through his slacks. What a minx! She was absolutely adorable and he had no control around her. This too was a first for him. She went up to the newlywed's table, kissed and hugged them both, chatted with a few others there and looked down at her table assignment card. She looked around at the room and their eyes met. She looked at him, surprised perhaps to see him again, and then a warm, shining smile that lit up the room appeared on her face. "So how are you?" she asked as she sat down next to him. "It's been months! I've thought about calling..." "It's probably better that you didn't," he responded. Then, in a whisper, "Leaving me with a wet handful, freshly dripped out of you, was really cruel." Exciting, he thought to himself, but cruel nevertheless. She almost laughed at the memory. "I know, you're right. For some reason you bring out two antithetical issues for me." She paused, realizing there was only one other couple at the table, they were on the other side of the centerpiece, and the band was beginning to play. She continued, "I'm very turned on by you, but there's something about you, the way you give off this vibe like you're better than everyone else, that just always pisses me off. "On the other hand (pun intended), I love it when you shoot. You cum more than any other guy I've ever been with. It's so voluminous, thick, white, and, well, thick. What a turn on! That gets me so hot! I wish you could just stand up and whack off for me right here!" "Not gonna happen, of course," Ed replied. After a brief silence, "It is nice to see you, though." "I still remember," she went on, not even listening to his response, "when you came and came and came that first time we got together. You were blasting like a water canon. It was shooting all over the place. There were puddles on your chest, on my hand, on the bed, all over. I just loved rubbing it around. That was so hot!" He fidgeted in his chair as he could feel his cock trying to straighten itself out. This girl, woman, he corrected himself, was so enigmatic. He'd always been in control. All his work had shown that sexual arousal caused by perverted thought patterns was deviant: "Sexual activity that in itself was focused on sex and the sharing of that enjoyment was fine, but sex that excited because of arousal based on manipulation, abasement, or even cruelty, was sadism." He'd written that. That was what his work had been based upon, and the way he'd managed all of his relationships. Yet, here he was getting hard because of Ellie's borderline cruelty. In upset him and he attempted to take his mind off it, and her, by getting out the notes he'd written for his toast to the bride and groom. After Ellie asked about his reading material and he told her about the toast, she looked around the ballroom. The lights had been turned up on the parquet dance floor, and turned down for the rest of the room. Then a moving spotlight was shone on the newlyweds as they danced among the crowd of friends and family. It was a great party. As a few minutes passed, Ellie, feeling snubbed by Ed's supercilious manner, leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, simultaneously putting one hand in his crotch. Ed, shocked out of his exercise in memorization, let out a loud gasp. Fortunately, the music was cranked up so much, no one heard. In fact, the other couple that had been at the table were out among many others on the dance floor. Before he knew what was happening, his pants had been unzipped, Eleanor was under the table, hidden by the floor length tablecloth, and her lips were three-quarters of the way down his dick. He quickly glanced around and found no one was looking their way, thankful for the low lights. Then he felt her fingers caressing the very sensitive area between his balls and his anus. He closed his eyes, leaned lower in his chair, and gave himself up to her loving, wet mouth. As she moved slowly and regularly up and down his shaft with her lips, she would scrape her tongue hard on the underside of it causing him to softly moan. For her part, Ellie was loving the feel of his cock in her mouth. It gave her a feeling of power: Here was this sexy, but snobby guy ignoring her to memorize some lines that he just as easily could have read for his stupid toast and she had the ability to control him, to make him completely forget about what he was doing. He was hers. She also did enjoy giving blowjobs. The soft-hard feeling of the skin on a cock always excited her and the sliminess of his pre-cum made her lips slide even more easily. The feeling went immediately to her pussy that suddenly called out for her attention. A skilled sexual multitasker, she took her left hand off Ed's thigh, shoved it up, under her cocktail dress and pressed it, hard, through her pantyhose against her clitoris. This had the immediate effect of causing her pussy to almost squirt her aromatic lubricating juices all over her hand. Completely worth the slight mess, she briefly thought, as a small but welcomed orgasm kept the rest of her body – that not involved with Ed's cock – entertained. And while she never really enjoyed the taste of semen, she did like its texture. Her girlfriends thought that was the worst part of a blowjob. Not Eleanor. For her the viscosity of a really big glob of cum was just "cool." The previous two times she'd seen Edward she'd loved his voluminous ejaculations. The memory of all that had poured out of her when she contracted her muscles, trying to push as much as she could out onto his hand, flooded back to her. She remembered that it felt like a river of cum draining out for what seemed to be a long time. This fond memory, her finger now rapidly rubbing her clit, the lovely cock gliding in and out of her mouth, and the sound of Ed's moans began to push her over the edge. The fun of doing this under a table during a wedding with people all around and Ed's probably futile attempts at looking staid only added to her excitement and the overall enjoyment of the situation. Another moment or two and she'd be coming; it was just about there. Edward was in the same place. Here he was at a friend's son's wedding, people dancing, a band playing good ol' rock 'n roll, and his cock was rapidly sliding in and out of a very talented and effective pair of lips. He was just about to climax, to spill his seed into that mouth, when he heard a voice. "Champagne?" "Huh?" Ed heard himself say as he opened his eyes, blinking, looking right and left rapidly to see what was going on. "What?" "Champagne for the toast?" a woman on the wait staff was asking him from the other side of the table. He could only stare at her, mouth agape, blinking two or three times. As he heard a small moan from under the table he looked down, delighted to see nothing but the tablecloth. Fortunately, Ellie was not in view. And that was a good thing since the waitress was now next to him, carefully filling his champagne flute. All of this was too much – for both of them. Ellie, heard what was happening, and let out a little chuckle, as much as she could at least given all of her current activities. Ed was immobile. He couldn't possibly move or even close his mouth. He stared at the glass, watching its bubbles create a head and overfill the sides of the flute. That did it. Just as Ellie, now again completely focused on the tasks at hand, began a large, powerful orgasm, Edward, shocked momentarily by the waitress, but excited by the spume running down the sides of the crystal, began to feel his semen build from his guts. The mouth – her mouth – suddenly stopped moving up and down on his cock. Her lips tensed and tightened on the shaft, just beyond the head. Her tongue continuing to rub, but now almost imperceptibly slowly, on the underside of his cock, pressing the top of the head against the roof of her mouth, was everything in his world at that moment – except for the vision of the excess champagne bubbles sliding down the sides of the smooth crystal. Except for that other time in the library he'd never had "public" sex, but the fear of their sexual activity being discovered just disappeared and he let loose. Ellie, already engaged in her own orgasm, tensed even more when the first spurt hit her tongue. Her body stopped moving, as it seemed that every muscle was awash in pleasure as the creamy liquid shot a second and much larger spurt into her mouth. By the time the third was pooling beneath and around her tongue it dawned on her that she was in trouble. There was so much thick liquid in her mouth and, though she'd lost count of exactly how many shots he'd given her, she knew there was going to be plenty more. She needed to do something. Interrupting her orgasm, at least a little, her brain told her to change the angle of his dick so that she could keep her lips firmly planted around it, but swallow. That damn brain of hers flashed to the only time she'd ever lost it giving a blowjob. She'd been with a guy, a big shooter also – though nothing like Ed, and was giving him a blowjob in the movies. She had an almost completely full mouth, but because of the angle she just couldn't figure out a way to keep his cock in her mouth tightly sealed between her lips and swallow. A mess was the only way to describe it: uncontrollably her mouth opened at the end of an attempted swallow and all the cum in her mouth exploded all over his crotch while his remaining thick shots of cum spewed all over her tongue, her face, her hair, her hand, and his shirt. Suddenly being awash in cum make her chortle, but the guy, Bob Something she recalled, didn't see anything funny in it at all. After they both cleaned up on some napkins left over from the popcorn – and his t-shirt – he just wanted to drop her off at home. Hey, she'd thought, he'd gotten his rocks off. Some guys have no sense of humor! So, for the present Ellie attempted to sit up, but hit her head on the table. That caused a momentary "oh" to escape from her lips along with a small trace of the thick cum that Ed's cock was still shooting into her warm welcoming mouth. She had managed though to move to a better angle and could finally swallow what seemed to be the largest mouthful she'd ever had. And still he shot. Edward was aware of the noise around him, but he could just barely see the world through heavy lidded eyes. Time had stopped. His cock was the only thing in the world except for Ellie's mouth. He continued to shoot. He'd never counted his shots, but he was sure he'd been coming for thirty or forty seconds and though he was slowing down he still wasn't through. As Ellie was still coming and swallowing for all she was worth, she heard a voice say, quite loudly, "Right after this, OK?" And at the edge of the tablecloth, she saw shoes walking away. She was beginning to come down from her own orgasm and was just enjoying this cock's wonderful feeling exploding in her mouth. It seemed she needed to swallow after almost every shot if she was going to maintain it all, but that in itself was also a turn on and it kept her buzz going longer than she'd ever remembered, from just a blowjob at least. Next, while he continued to shoot, she heard Ed's reply to those footsteps in a slightly pinched voice, "I've got it memorized. I've been hard at work." Ha, ha. Ellie thought to herself. She assumed that while he was coming he was still memorizing his little speech. And she was suddenly miffed. That was the final straw, she thought. Her I am, sucking him off under a table at my friend's wedding and he's memorizing his damn speech. This asshole doesn't know a good thing when its lips are surrounding his cock! By now, however, he'd just finished shooting and was feeling quite content, catatonic almost. Ellie was in a much more complex state. She was still enjoying her own orgasm, two left hand fingers poking through the hole they'd made in her new pair of pantyhose and continuing to provide her with pleasure in her pussy. She was also enjoying the full mouth of semen she had left along with the warmth in her throat from the rest on its way to her stomach. And she also enjoyed his cock beginning to shrink as it made for a little relief for her slightly sore jaw muscles. At the same time, she was angry at what she thought was Edward's careless disregard for her oral ministrations provided in this exciting, clandestine fashion. This confusion caused her to decide that she was never again going to have anything to do with this guy. Edward was history. As she heard the band stop she carefully let his cock fall out of her mouth, tucked it in his slacks, zipped him up, removed one earring, and, hoping the lights were still on the happy couple, quickly scooted out from under the table on the side opposite from Edward. She stood up, holding her earring between her fingers and smiled with a "found it" look, across the table from Ed. He was finally breathing again and, seeing her canny display of propriety, smiled back. She stared into his eyes, still smiling. And as she slowly moved around the table she heard someone say something over the sound system. Then she looked down at him in the chair and kissed him full on the mouth. Expecting to accept her tongue he felt a flood of warm semen spill into his open mouth. He wanted to protest, but didn't know what to do. He'd only once before tasted his semen and it was an accident with some dumb girl he'd dated in college. He didn't want to swallow it. As he pulled away from her with a disgusted grunt and began to look for his napkin the roaming spot suddenly flooded their corner of the room and everyone was staring at them, glasses raised, waiting for his toast. Time froze for Edward. Here he was, sitting in a chair, not knowing if his cock or even his shirt was tucked in, several hundred people expectantly looking at him with champagne glasses raised – and he had a huge mouthful of his semen mixed with Ellie's saliva. All he could think was: Yuck! Ellie, seeing his plight, realized that she might have overdone things with her little game of revenge. As she too was in the spotlight, she smiled at him and through those smiling lips that had just given him (and her, when she really thought about it) so much pleasure she whispered, "I tucked everything in." Seeing what he perceived as honest concern for his current predicament he picked up a champagne glass and slowly rose. His casually smoothed his tuxedo and slacks with his other hand, thankful that he was decent. One hurdle jumped he thought. Now what to do about the mouthful of cum? There was nothing to be done, he thought, but to be a man and rise to the challenge. (A bizarre selection of words he would have found humorous – if the situation had been different!) He wanted to smile, but just couldn't until he got rid of the semen. Thankful for a bit of his own creative juices (Now stop it, he thought.), he slowly raised his glass up high, close to his face and then out toward the room. Only Ellie could see that, as he raised the glass he surreptitiously swallowed the mouthful of his semen. Attempting to not think about the strange taste in his mouth, Ed, now having completely forgotten his toast, was glad that he'd left his paper on the table. He picked it up to begin his speech. Before he could start Ellie picked up a napkin from the table and, improvising, said to him loud enough for the room to hear, "You must have some wedding cake on your chin." Then she took the napkin to his chin. The fair sized glob of cum that had rolled down her chin earlier must have been transferred to his chin when she kissed him. It gleamed in the spotlight and actually gave Ellie a little shiver of delight remembering the exciting secret sexual escapade of only moments ago. As she finished wiping the semen from the corner of his mouth and his chin she said with a combination of bravado and a tinge of sadness, "All gone!" Edward began his speech. He had calmed enough by now to recite his words clearly and with enough sincerity to convince the reception that he meant every word. As the applause following his heartfelt and welcomed toast died down, the other couple at their table set for ten turned back from smiling at the bride and groom. Both Eleanor and Edward shared a glance noticing that they were unsure exactly when the other couple had left the table and when they had returned. In passing the woman remarked, "I didn't know they'd already served the cake." The man just briefly made eye contact with both Ellie and Ed, an infinitesimal smile appeared for a moment on his face, and he answered her with a shrug and a "Humh."