Scotts Story Pt 02

Part 2 "Cock-Gro"

How, let alone why I wanted to stayed with Ann I'll never understand.

She manipulated me from that very first date. And I let her. She had me completely under her spell.

But then again, maybe all she had done was to awaken desires and obsessions as well as feelings about myself that already lie within me. Was Ann the Devil in disguise or merely someone who drew out the real me? Who knows? What I do know is; she had ridiculed and demeaned my manhood. Yet, instead of ending our "date" right then and there, her remarks only drove me more deeply in lust with her!

To this day, whenever I am reminded of that evening, memories of the back-and-forth arguments I had within myself while licking my cum from her pussy still play over and over in my mind. - - -

[So what if she thinks my hard-on is too skinny! And why should I care when she said that it isn't very long? She didn't have to have sex with me - like she was doing me a favor!] But, when I couldn't satisfy her... [Well, I did cum pretty quickly] ... she made sure I knew it was my fault. [You idiot, you weren't thinking about pleasing her were you? You just wanted to get your rocks off. Didn't you?] SO, okay ... out of the goodness of her heart she LET me fuck her. [But then you let her down.] And now I am OBLIGATED to make it up to her? [You owe it to her! And if you have any hopes of seeing her again you better give her whatever she wants!] I'm beginning to understand. Her point of view is: she shouldn't have HAD to force me to lick her pussy until she could get her orgasm, I should have offered. [Well, yeah! You dummy!!] The back-and-forth in my head didn't stop there - - -

But it didn't even faze her that her cunt was full of my sperm. [It shouldn't make any difference. She hadn't climaxed. You did.] Quite possibly, it never even occurred to her, before that moment, to have a guy eat her out AFTER screwing. [Then again, maybe other dates had done that.] But they had always used a condom. [So ... that means no-one before me had ever licked cum from her pussy before!] That makes me the first. [Yessss! Ten points for Scott!!] But once she realized that by cajoling me into licking her pussy she had also conned me into sucking my cum out of her pussy, it most certainly turned her on. [Yeah, well, it's doing the same thing to me too!]

The point here is: Planned or not, her con had worked.

The rest, as they say, is history. The planets were in alignment and in less than 5 minutes she (we) had this novice (me) convinced that it was all very normal - just the way things were supposed to be done. For all I knew, those X-rated movies had lied and this is exactly what every guy does after making love.

With obscene verbal praises and her hands forcing my oral devotions to her sloppy pussy, I was hooked. I remember mentally patting myself on the back while thinking: [This is what it means to be a man!]

When she finally did have her orgasm and she began to relax, the grip on my head was released. Proudly satisfied in the knowledge that my tongue and lips had provided happiness to a woman I gleefully continued to lap and suck her secretions. I knew I had found my calling: Pussy Licker. I was addicted and wanted more.

When she finally had had enough, she pushed me away and said, "That was some awesome cunt lapping you did. But I'm super sensitive now, I want to fuck again."

"I think 'little Scott' likes it when you suck up your cum," she said as she reached for my dick. "He wants to do it again." Ann was right; I was hard as stone again. She had me roll over onto my back and at the same time she climbed on top of me. She took hold of my stiffy, aimed it towards her dripping hole and dropped herself down on it in one quick motion. It felt like heaven! This was WAY BETTER than masturbating. [I'm never jerking-off AGAIN!!] This time I lasted longer. Ann rubbed her clit while I massaged her titties and pinched her fabulous nipples. She really got into being in control as she bounced up and down on my shaft. Although, a couple of times she got a little carried away, rising up too far causing my dick to fall out.

Before I came for the second time that night she had a couple of small orgasms while riding me. When I was done unloading my aching balls into her silky glove, she commented how sexy it felt having a pussy full of sperm. Just as my ego began filling with pride at a job well done, she spun around, and sat on my face. "Suck your seed from me again. Drink it all. We don't want any of your wimpy sperm to get to my eggs, do we?"

Like so many other guys, I had been caught up in the moment and hadn't given any thought to the fact that she could actually get pregnant. Making a baby certainly wasn't in any of my plans, not right now anyway. This time I sucked really hard, shoving my tongue deeply into her pussy to swab out whatever semen I could. If there was no birth control during sex, then my mouth and tongue would serve as the ultimate after sex birth control! My spunk must have been shot pretty deeply because it seemed to keep flowing from the depths of her hot, sweet pussy. But I stayed with it and swallowed every drop that came my way.

Well, guess what? All that semen slurping didn't work. Turns out, just two weeks later we'd find out that the little dick and balls that couldn't, could! My wimpy sperm wasn't so wimpy after all because it DID get her pregnant!

I wasn't nearly as devastated by this news as Ann was. The hardest part was telling our parents.

Ann's parents were surprisingly cool about it. As her mother, Joan, hugged me she whispered in my ear, "You must be a very understanding young man. I know you'll be good husband and father. And if I've taught my Ann anything, I know she will always keep you well fed." Her father, Dennis, in the mean time, muttered something about "like mother, like daughter" then shook my hand and said, "Welcome to our family and my world." [What are these people talking about?]

It was my parents who didn't take it so well. But after the initial shock and disappointment (and a private meeting between both of our parents) mine came around and at least put on the appearance they were happy for us. We were not privy to what Ann's parents might have told my parents to make them change their minds, but everyone joined forces and began making arrangements for us to be married right after graduation.

This was fine with me. I had always figured that someday I would marry and have children. It was just happening a little sooner than I had planned. At least Ann pretended to be happy about our forthcoming union. Although I had over-heard her tell her girlfriend that being married and pregnant wasn't going to be any fun.

At the first opportunity, I slipped her off to my bedroom to show her we could still have fun. Once the door was closed I dropped to my knees pulling down her panties and buried my face in the thick bush that covered her pussy. Lying back on my bed she spread her legs widely giving me total access. I really enjoyed pleasuring her with my tongue. My taste buds acclimated to the singular taste of her pussy and its weeping nectar. Strangely, I found myself actually desiring to once again taste the flavor and texture of our combined juices: her pussy and my sperm.

With less than four weeks until graduation and the wedding three days later, except for the evenings I worked my part-time job, we spent a lot of time together, and with her family or mine, making plans.

One pleasant evening at her house, Ann and I sat outside on the patio with her twin brother, Andy, while her father Dennis made BBQ burgers on the grill. I was told that Joan and a business associate were busy in the house and would join us later. Soon after the burgers were done and we were eating when this guy (Mike) came out of the house all smiles. Dennis fixed him a plate then while Mike sat and ate with us making small talk her father disappeared into the house.

I couldn't get over how large their back yard was. Unlike where I grew up, this one seemed to go on forever. Ann and her brother kept shooting strange glances and faces at each other. Twin speak I guessed.

About 20 minutes later both Ann's mother and father rejoined us. Before leaving, as Dennis was busy reheating Joan's meal, Mike shook Dennis' hand, complementing him for his hospitality. Then, in plain view of us all, most of all Dennis, Mike gave Joan a rather passionate kiss and said, "You're the best." To which she smiled and responded, "No. You're the best." Dennis just waved as Mike let himself out. [Strange business associate.] I thought to myself. [I just don't get this family.]

The next night, this time at my house, with my parents sitting right across from us at the dinner table, Ann began torturing me by whispering how horny and wet she was. Glancing her way, she parted her lips, wagging her tongue suggestively. I wanted to hold her naked body against mine so badly. Finally, after desert we snuck away, this time to the garage, to be alone. In no time she was on the hood of the car with my face buried in her hairy pussy. I loved it. And I was getting really good at getting her off too.

Even Ann commentated that I was becoming a champion cunt lapper. When she came, she moaned so loudly I worried someone would find us. Maybe she wanted someone to find us like this; her legs spread wide as I tongued her puss.

My balls ached. Ever since that night when I first dipped my wick into her warm velvety glove, my mind was made up that masturbation would no longer do. But now it had been close to a month since my last orgasm. Surely, it had been long enough. After such high praise for my oral talents and the pleasure she'd received Ann would invite me to slide into her once again. We could fuck right there on the hood of the car. At the very least, she'd give me a blow-job.

But my darling fiancée informed me we couldn't fuck, "because it might hurt the baby." She also made it very clear, she didn't suck dick. My balls felt extra heavy now. When I told her that I didn't think I'd make it until after the baby came, she suggested I should jerk-off. She said she had heard that all expectant fathers masturbate for relief. Then she said she always wanted to watch a guy jerking-off. I could do it and she would watch.

Well, this certainly wasn't what I'd wanted to hear, but what did I know? And I was so horny that I stood in front of my wife-to-be, dropped my drawers, and began beating my meat. She leaned back once again, legs spread, playing with her pussy as she watched me. Just as I was getting into it, I thought I heard someone coming and stopped. Ann just told me it was my imagination and to keep going, that she was enjoying the show. The view of her delicious cunt and her supportive words was all the encouragement I needed to get me feverishly stroking once more. Masturbating for an audience was kind of kinky. At this point I didn't care if maybe someone else was there and watching. That element of possibility only added to my desire to put on a good show. Plus I was so damned desperate for relieve it wasn't long at all before I was ready to blast off.

"Shoot it into you hand," she ordered. "I want to see it." Now, as a young teen, after dumping a load onto my stomach I had often looked at and even played with my sperm. But this sounded extra perverted coming from my girl and I desperately hoped for a good showing with a nice big sticky load for her. So that's just what I did. It felt so good as I began shooting cum right into my cupped hand. When I say 'shooting'... Well, for me, my jizz comes out more like a strong dribble rather that a shot. It doesn't go far and is easily caught.

"That's my boy," she purred. "Squeeze it all out. Fill your hand with your hot sauce - that potent, baby making sauce."

Once I had wrung the last drop out, Ann stood up taking hold of my wrist. She gave me a kiss on the lips then she inched back slightly and raised my cum filled hand in front of us and so sweetly, in an almost child like voice said, "Now lick it all up for me." Her lust filled eyes peered into mine and added, "Only someone who loves me would drink sperm for me. You do love me, don't you Scott? Let me see the man who loves me drink his sperm."

Following orgasm my libido briefly drops to near zero and at that moment I wasn't all that crazy about playing this game. A face-full of hot, steamy pussy could reignite my passions. But hand full of white syrupy goo looked and smelled nothing like it just wasn't motivating me.

Sensing my trepidation, Ann spoke in the sweetest and most seductive, little girl voice. "It's full of protein, vitamins and male hormones." Cupping both my nut sack and shriveled dick in her free hand she continued, "Maybe if you drink enough of those proteins, and vitamins, and wonderful hormones, your little boy dick will finish growing into a man sized cock." Did I honestly buy into that line? I'm not sure, but I liked the way she said it. She made it all sound so ... plausible. AND SO EROTIC!

After taking a deep breath I gallantly said, "As a toast to you and to us, I drink this nectar of my love," and I drank from the cup.

Ann beamed as I raised and tipped my hand, pouring the pearlescent cream from my palm into my mouth. My taste buds attempted to tell my brain it tasted bad. But my desire to please overruled as the slimy liquid slid down my tongue, filling my mouth. As the last was dripping from my hand I extended my tongue and licked my hand clean and swallowed. "Well, I'm gonna needed lots more then," I joked. "So I my dick will get really big!"

From that night on this game would play out. Ann had even convinced me to stop wearing underpants; so my dick would always be at the ready. I'd lick her pussy (which I loved) then I'd jerk-off (which was better than having "blue balls") and then I'd drink my cum (which I grew more and more accustomed to).

It soon got to the point where it didn't matter what time it was or where we were, Ann would drag me into some corner and have me jerking-off into my hand as she cheered me on so I could drink some more "Cock-Gro" as she had begun calling it.

One day in biology class I opened my text book to find that Ann had pasted a label cut off of a popular plant-food. Only above and below the label, across the text of the page, she had scribbled in crayon the phase, "Plants need Miracle-Gro. Scott needs Cock-Gro." As I am reading this I hear a snicker from the girl sitting next to me. My face must have turned fifteen shades of red. But that didn't stop my dick from getting stiff.

Sometimes, these 'beat-n-eat' sessions to suck down more Cock-Gro would happen several times in the same day. Desperate to have that bigger cock, I obediently complied. While Ann didn't always make her pussy available for me to lick, she still made certain I was getting regular doses of my cum.

Adding to the kinkiness of this whole thing, if we weren't doing this somewhere in her house or mine, then it was some other place where there was an even greater chance of being caught and seen. In the janitor's closet; under the bleachers; back stage of the auditorium during an assembly; in the boy's locker room (while the team was on the field); once she even dragged me into the girl's locker room to do it! The greater the chance of being caught, the louder and more vocal her encouragements for me to make "a big puddle," and for me to "drink it all!"

And the more risky it was, the more turned on I was and the bigger my dose would be.