The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

The Barn Swallow Club Pt. 03

... "Yep, that's her, one and the same. It was before she got famous, of course. We were seniors in high school together up in New York. She may be thin, but let me tell you that skinny little Chinese girl can drink a shit-load of horse cum."

"Well, I'm not drinking any fucking horse cum," Candy said. "Sorry."

Maria nodded. "Yeah. Me neither."

"Really?" I said, fascinated by that juicy tidbit of info. "Lucy Liu drank a gallon of horse cum?"

Everyone ignored me.

Liz shrugged, looking dejected. "It's synthetic. It doesn't really come from horses. It's just made from all the basic ingredients that the real stuff has, but without the actual sperm cells from a live horse. They make it to mix with the real stuff so they can increase the number of mares a prize stallion can impregnate."

"Does this synthetic stuff taste like real horse semen?" Maria asked.

"How the hell would I know? It certainly tasted like real sperm to me, but I never blew a fucking horse."

"Well, I'm still not drinking a quart of horse semen, synthetic or otherwise," Candy said.

"Me neither," Maria said.

"Suit yourselves, Girls. Just neither of you better be anywhere near me at our first big cum swallow party. I may have a strong stomach, but if I see someone puke I tend to vomit, too."

Diane said, "Nobody is puking. I'll buy a few quarts of the synthetic horse cum and we'll see what you girls can do."

"Fuck that," Candy said. "I refuse to drink that shit."

"What if I said you ...

... have to?" Diane said.

"What if I said you go first?" Candy said, folding her arms.

Diane sat back and folded her arms, too. "Fine," she said, "I will go first. We'll set it up for next Monday. I should be able to get Randy at Milestone Ranch to sell me five or six quarts by then. Drinking a quart of horse cum will be mandatory to remain employed by my sex club, Ladies. Are you two girls still in this for keeps or are you out?"

Both Candy and Maria looked horrified.

"Wait," I said, "You know where to buy that synthetic horse cum, Diane? How? Why?"

Liz snickered. "Diane was one of those rich kids at her high school who ran the Chug Fest contest. How do you think I found out about it?"

"Are you kidding me?" I said, astounded. "So you held cum drinking contests in fucking high school? What other fucking secrets have you been keeping from me, Diane? I don't even know who you fucking are anymore."

Liz laughed, clapped her hands and said, "I'll tell you who she is. Our baby sister was Chug Fest champion for three months before I knocked her out and won the Ivory Choker off her neck. You should pay your respects, Dick. Our sister, Diane, can drink cum with the best of them."

Diane's face had turned beet red and she averted her eyes from mine.

"Jesus, Diane," I said, realizing my sister did have an appetite for the thrills this venture provided after all. "No wonder you wanted to run this sex club. You're just as obsessed with cum drinking as I am, aren't ...