He Did It In My Mouth - Sex Stories

He Did It In My Mouth

... His language was broken by his lust and the fucking of my mouth but he slowed his fucking and managed to ask if I knew about semen. I tried to nod. He asked if I had ever seen it or knew how it was ejaculated and I shook my head, or tried to. He explained it was a safe and healthy fluid; that it shot out in spurts; that he would be extremely pleased if I would let him ejaculate in my mouth (I nodded even though I didn’t know much about the topic but I was desperate to please him), and he told me when he was ready, I would know and when that time came that I should push my tongue down hard against the bottom of my mouth and then back as far as it would go so it would close off my throat and keep the spurts from gagging me. I felt practically insane with the idea of it. So nasty. So wicked and nasty and disgusting. Letting a grown man ejaculate in my mouth was just overpowering to my senses. Yet, I was a completely innocent cocksucker so if I was ever going to do it without guilt, then that was the time and I was determined I would let Cal ejaculate in me—fully!—and I would take it all and, if I did that, he would tell me I was the best cocksucker ever and the best partner he had had in years. I soooo wanted that! I would have done almost anything with my mouth to please him and get him to say nice things to me. He began fucking my mouth a little faster, then a little more, then a little more. His hands gave increasing pressure on my head to hold it in place. I held still. I ...

... whimpered sometimes but otherwise I was silent and still and just wanted to let him fuck me without distracting him in any way from his pleasure. He went faster and harder and then he cried out, “Now! Now! Get Ready. Your tongue—down and back. Readddddddy!” And then --- then it happened. His cock quaked and his body shook and he groaned and he moaned and then ---------- I felt it! He began ejaculating-- in me, in my mouth, to my throat which was closed off by my tongue. He was jizzing – yes, that was the word. He was jizzing in my mouth and I was letting him! That seemed to me to be a terribly queer thing for me to do—just hold still and let a grown man ejaculate in my mouth, but I wanted him to like me. The stuff was awful and horrible and gooey and thick and warm and disgusting but I held my ground and was determined to let him ejaculate in me completely and make him happy with me. I have no idea how long his orgasm took or how many spurts he had into me. I do know that when he was done and his hands relaxed and, even though he didn’t yet pull his cock out of my mouth, I twisted away and spat on the floor. I had tears in my eyes from the ordeal but I did love it. I distinctly heard him laugh, just one time. When I finally looked up at him, he was all gentile and asked if I was okay and there was no trace of a smile or laugh. He told me he liked me. He said I did good. I smiled up at him although I suspect there were streamers of semen around my mouth. “Are you sure you’ve ...