I love cum. It's thick and warm and sexy. It tastes salty and sweet and sometimes both at once. I love the creamy feel of it, sitting on my tongue, sliding down my throat, spurting into my cunt, my ass, and then dribbling out. Or covering my face, my tits, my tummy, my ass, my legs. It's intimate, it's primal. I am marked, and yet I helped make it happen.
My bestie Lucy says I'm a cum addict. But that was before I actually became a cum addict.
How is that possible? Surely I mean a burning need and not an actual addiction... But no. I mean I am literally addicted to cum.
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Lucy and I go to parties. We love sex. We're like, nymphos, lol. So we went to a pretty big party on a Saturday. Lucy knew someone who was going. I'm a bit more shy than Lucy. I mean, shy compared to her. I've fucked a guy in a living room full of people before, and yes, others were fucking too. But anyway, we go to this party, I don't know, thirty or forty people? Big house, rich folks. Nice place. So everyone danced and drank and it seemed like a fun time.
Luce prowled about, hunting for cock. I did too, and though she's prettier than me, I usually do OK. But I didn't see any potential fucks, or really none that made me wet on sight. So I eventually ended up in the kitchen. I knew the ultimate source of beer was there.
Three girls were at the table. One, a brunette, packed a bong bowl. The blonde on the end texted on her phone. By her smile, she was their leader, and some kind of arrogant bitch. But I didn't even know her name. In the middle a black haired, dark skinned girl checked her phone again and again, but I guess there was no message or whatever.
I smiled at them and opened the fridge. When I got my beer I saw they looked haggard. They must have been close to my age, mid to late twenties, but the stiff, quick motions and...desperation...made them seem much older. The brunette packing the bowl looked up at me, and with a jerk of her head, nodded for me to sit. I'm always up for weed, so I sat and had a pull from the beer bottle while waiting.
The bong went round. I did a long, deep rip and grinned as the smoke worked straight away. Good shit. The blonde girl looked at me, just as I was exhaling and passing her the bong. She smiled. Grinned, really, looking at me, sizing me up, then nodded to herself and sent a text before taking the bong and lighter.
We went around, the four of us, and quickly the bowl was ash. Another and we started to feel real good. The first slight smiles from these girls. I noticed the black haired girl's hands vibrated with the shakes as she flicked the lighter. I tried not to stare, but there was something so-used up-about these girls. They kept checking their phones. The brunette kept shaking her head, no...nothing yet.
We hadn't said but a few words, them to each other or me, the whole time. After more phone checks and the brunette getting up and stepping out of the kitchen and coming right back, it was time for yet another bowl. I grinned and floated, all swirly. I smoke a lot, so it takes a bit to get me high now. Them too, but it felt more like they had just seen a massacre and needed some weed or whiskey or anything to calm their nerves.
A phone vibrated and the brunette whipped her hand to the screen like it was a million dollar prize. She grinned. Not so much a happy grin, as a, well, a sigh and a sad smile.
"They're here," she said, as if she was desperately relieved and also resigned. She looked up to share a bittersweet kind of weird smile with the other two.
"Should we go to them?" the black haired girl asked.
The blonde spoke for the first time, and the first time looking up from her phone. "We each have something the other wants. They'll come here."
The black haired girl shook. Her eyes big and worried. "Are you sure? Cuz-"
"They get off on this, the power thing. They'll-"
And just then some guys walked in to the kitchen. Not just guys.
Vampires.
OK, not vampires. Vampires aren't real. But they were...fucking weird. They looked normal. One looked like a jock, tall, beefy, blonde, kinda plain but attractive. He had on a tee and jeans, and they seemed like normal clothes, but not really. Not that these guys were actually super rich and wearing clothes like costumes trying to fit in, but more like they were slumming it.
The other two had on...I don't remember. But though it seemed natural, it wasn't. I couldn't say what it was about them. They were good to look at, strong, thirties, though the blonde jock seemed about twenty-five. Just...it didn't add up. Maybe it was because I was really stoned.
Few words were said. Two of the guys, the jock and another, each grabbed a girl and took off out of the kitchen. Yeah, nice to meet you too.
The blonde girl checked her phone and grinned. She looked at me with a sly smile. "You won't be far behind us." She showed the message to the third guy, and they both laughed. He took her hand and tugged her away. The blonde girl looked over her shoulder as she left, smiling at me. "Enjoy!"
I think she was more stoned than me, cuz that didn't make any sense. I looked at the bong, thinking maybe the dregs, mostly ash, might give me one more hit. Five minutes could've passed, or an hour. The bong was pretty, hand blown glass in greens and blues with red, all fancy patterns. I drifted into the patterns, flew through them, and just giggled. I don't know how long I was lost in the bong.
Some new guy stepped into the kitchen now. He must have been with the vampires, because, well, he looked like a dark George Clooney mixed with the guy on that superhero comic book show. Handsome, strong, six foot six, enormous to my five foot petite frame.
He smiled at me.
I liked that smile, maybe a little too much. It might have been a shark smile, but I didn't care. George, who's name was Niccolo, of course, seemed harmless enough. Not that he really looked harmless, or felt harmless. He just seemed amused and that always puts me at ease. One of those casual Doms. Yeah, he knew ladies went weak and wet around him. That included me.
Maybe because I was so stoned I don't remember much. I just remember at some point early on straddling him in his wooden kitchen chair and rolling my hips, feeling his hard cock through the cotton of his chinos. He kissed divine. Teasing, long and slow, sexy. My thighs were wet, the black thong under my black mini skirt was soaked.
He bent me over the table and ripped at the panties, laughing at the wetness. He cut them off with a knife that had been on the table and pushed them partway into my mouth. So fucking controlling. And sexy.
My tits mashed to the table top, nips so hard it felt like needles stabbed into them. His cock kissed my cuntlips from behind. Oh yeah. I never liked the word, cunt, it's always been pussy for me, but now, now it's definitely cunt.
His cock, which I couldn't see, felt uncircumcised and prolly seven inches, and thick. After teasing my wet folds, it slid in, slow but strong, pushing sugary walls apart, gloved by my cunt.
The thickness stuffed me, it felt sooo good, what an awesome cock. His balls kissed my ass cheeks and velvety wet folds, and were soon slapping, wet squishy noise and slap-slap-slap and grunts and moans and then whimpers from me. He was an awesome fuck. Strong, slamming deep into me, gripping my hips and ramming and pulling me back, and I met him, hips rolling in such fiery need. His fuckthrusts slammed my cunt into the edge of the table, painful yet delicious fire at the same time.
I was so close an orgasm was gonna happen no matter what I did. But this guy, Niccolo, he seemed very alpha, definitely the type you ask permission. Through choking grunts and panty gag I managed to get out something like "Mmmmmmmmaay cahmmm?!"
He growled and slam-fucked me hard, making me wait and then I had to beg in a whimpering scream prolly heard out in the noisy living room despite the gag. His big cock slid in faster and harder, my legs so wide, tingling. With a slap-tap of my ass cheek he let me release, and I fucking screamed as my cunt spasmed,
vibrating like a jack hammer, contracting on his cock and releasing in a frenzy. My thighs tightened, stiff, then released all noodley and only his big cock inside me kept me from sliding off the edge of the table to the floor.
Then he came. A bear growl and a fierce slamming fuckthrust that knocked everything on the table over. I felt him shoot into me. Not like a regular squirt, flooding me with spunk, but like, a hose, a garden hose on "jet" just roared cum into me. Deep, thick, flowing fast. I could actually feel the force. A load like I have never seen or felt, and three or four times the amount of a regular guy's at least, maybe more.
He turned me around and slammed my butt on the table, lil legs hanging over. Smiling, he cupped my soaked cunt, his so-white sperm dripping from it and hitting the floor. He pushed fingers into me, making me squirm and moan, then smeared the spunk all over my cuntlips, up my tummy, over each nipple and the whole front of each tit, and finally, after pulling out the panty, he pushed thick spunk into my mouth. The taste was amazing...sweet like maple syrup and cinnamon, but like red wine and whiskey, too. I'm not kidding. Actual sweetness, those aren't metaphors. Fucking amazing. Sweet, magic cum.
I suckled the cream off until his fingers were dry. He laughed and with big hands on shoulders, slid me to my knees. Firm, not violent, but no doubt what he wanted. His thick cock, flaccid now, was in front of my lips. I opened wide and suckled the cock in, sucking hard, so hard to drain every fucking drop of his sweet magic spunk.
