All's Fair in Love and War

"But I really want this one," said Jenny while flashing Cameron those puppy dog eyes she used so effectively in the two years they have been together.

He stared at the laptop screen for a moment and sighed under his breath, recounting all the things he needed to do to keep her happy and to remain in her good graces; almost since day one of their relationship. He certainly hadn't been thrilled with his situation, and felt that whatever dignity he hoped to salvage had been shredded in this most recent cycle of jumping through hoops and asking, "How high?"

He had no idea why he was putting up with this, and no idea why he felt so paralyzed in this relationship. But deep down he knew. He just didn't want to admit it.

He was twenty-one years old and Jenny was his first, as was he for her. They hadn't gone all the way but blow jobs and some anal action—on those special occasions such as birthdays and relationship milestones—were good enough to keep him locked down, as was the hope that one day soon, she would want the whole smash as much as he did.

He put up with her whining and complaining, the petty arguments, the endless time-consuming phone calls and texts requiring him to profess his love for her, and the constant emptying of his wallet; all in an effort to routinely satisfy his need to bust a nut. Besides, he had no other prospects in the queue, and at his age, jerking off to some porn was good; but a mouth wrapped around a cock was infinitely better. But unlike Cameron, Jenny had options.

She recently befriended another young man at a local club, and Cameron knew he was up against it. He had seen some of the text messages the two had exchanged and although the evidence wasn't entirely incriminating, it was suspect. Even though he didn't have much experience with women, he could sniff out the light flirting and the suggestive overtones of some of their conversations. Yet he held on to what was familiar, having no real desire to go back to using his hand.

He didn't need to turn to face her. He could see her puppy-dogging him through his peripheral vision and sighed once more before purchasing her new music.

She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck, then kissed him under his ear and said, "I love you," to which Cameron replied in an impassive, monotone manner.

"I love you too."

"You are the best!" she returned, while kissing him on his lips, and moving her hands down his back to his waist. "I think you need some special attention."

Inside, Cameron felt dead; like he had been floating in a raft on a motionless, endless sea of black, with no means of mustering up the fortitude to paddle through the water. He had just spent his last few dollars on her again, and was faced with the cold, hard reality that he wouldn't be getting his checking account replenished for another six days. For a split second, he hoped that his car would run on fumes.

But that thought quickly exited his mind because Jenny had since unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside his briefs. No matter what was going on in his head, the one that mattered at this moment responded right on cue.

She gently began rubbing and massaging his ever-expanding cock and lightly prodded his balls. Cameron felt the thoughts of inadequacy melt away as he leaned back in his chair to give her more room to work. She planted more soft, light kisses on his neck while taking hold of his shaft, still inside his pants, and gently stroking it.

'Talk about enthusiasm,' he thought, as he relaxed into the sensation, while wondering what it would be like to get a real blowjob; like those crazy-ass ones that seemed so routine in the porn he viewed when he was feeling down about his plight. Those girls seemed to be enjoying it.

Jenny gradually pulled his cock free and played with its head with her index finger and thumb.

"You are so lucky!" she said as she moistened her fingers with her saliva, then rubbed it on the underside of his shaft. "I don't even want you to do me today."

'Fabulous. She's saving it for someone else,' he thought, before quickly removing that sobering thought from his brain. The least he could do was enjoy his free pass.

Jenny added more saliva to his dick before getting up and leaving the room. Cameron heard the door of the linen closet open and then close. As usual, she returned to the room with a washcloth in hand. She then sat down on the floor between his legs, placed the washcloth on her lap, and said, "Remember, tell me when you're about to cum."

'Yeah, yeah,' he thought.

Cameron knew the drill. He saw this act each and every time he got blown. It was just part of the territory—required if he wanted to continue to receive head, so he nodded in acknowledgement.

Jenny was a priss to the Nth degree, so it made sense that she had no desire to taste, swallow, or be anywhere near the zip code of Cameron's load. In the past, there had been a few close calls, including one streamer that went directly over her head, one that grazed her neck before landing on the sheets of the bed, and one that sprang forth from the washcloth that enveloped his cock, which was entirely her fault but his cross to bear anyway. She was repelled by the thought of cum let alone the horror she experienced when forced to dodge it.

But what was even worse was that Jenny thought she was the shit, and her blowjobs were top notch. She made it a point to say so herself each and every time Cameron's load was funneled into that washcloth. And as he thought about this, he couldn't help but feel small pangs of resentment intrude on his soul. He'd done everything required of him as a boyfriend, he thought, and yet there was compromise on this one.

Is it really that bad? Is it that vile and disgusting?

Cameron pushed those thoughts out of his mind when Jenny gently placed her lips around his fully engorged head. She lightly circled her tongue over and around it while placing her hand at the base of his shaft and gave it a few good tugs. Gradually, she worked her mouth over his head and partially down his shaft while continuing to stimulate him with her hand.

Cameron felt her tongue glide over the underside of his cock and placed his hand at the back of her head, encouraging her, begging her to take him deeper. Upon feeling this light pressure on the back of her skull, she opened her eyes, stopped her motion, and looked directly into his eyes while holding her mouth on his shaft. Cameron knew exactly what that meant.

"Can't blame a guy for trying, right?" he said as she let out a groan in disapproval. He dropped his hands by his side in compliance.

She then returned her attention to his head in a teasing manner. She knew what he wanted but wasn't going to give it up so quickly. Besides, she really didn't like the feeling of a cock sliding into the back of her mouth and tickling her throat.

After a few moments of teasing and light sucking, she pulled his cock to the side and said, "We need to get you onto the bed."

She stood up, took him by the hand, then patted on the bed, letting him know exactly where she wanted him. Cameron put his ass where instructed then Jenny positioned herself between his legs, her chest facing down on the sheets. She grabbed the washcloth, placed it below his balls in front of her, and spread it out neatly.

"You have no idea what I have in store for you, mister," she said before taking hold of his cock and putting his head back into her mouth. Cameron's curiosity had been piqued, and as a result, he hung on every movement of her lips and mouth.

She then ran her tongue down the back side of his shaft and began softly kissing his balls.

"This is going to be the best BJ I've ever given you," she told him before licking the bottom of his shaft then returning her lips to his head.

Cameron waited patiently in anticipation to see what she had planned for him, but this only resulted in more of the same, save a few extra minutes of licking and playing with his balls. To him, it sounded like she was, more or less, trying to convince herself, rather than him.

She played with his head a bit longer before going down a couple of inches on his shift, this time adding some teeth to the mix. Cameron didn't know if this was her big move, or she'd just lost her concentration—this was as far down on his cock she'd ever been. But that wasn't saying much considering he had another four inches of length just aching to be jammed down her prissy little throat.

She started rhythmically bobbing up and down on his dick and in doing so, began coaxing his load forth. Cameron felt the pressure of her tongue working his love tube and gently returned his hand to the back of her head. This time, she didn't protest; for his touch was light enough to let her know that he was getting closer, and soon she would be returning to the task of copying her new tunes to her phone.

She let him leave his hand where it rested, and allowed him to guide her action, methodically working into more of a rhythm but not letting it get out of control, while reaching for the washcloth with her idle hand.

Cameron focused on the pressure on his cock rather than attempt to force her further down his shaft, and instead guided her quickening motion with his hand. Once this new rhythm had been established, Cameron felt his balls tighten. He was getting close. He threw his head back and felt his balls tighten even further, then looked directly at her. He wanted to watch as he came.

But then, just before his orgasm hit, through the haze his brain was imparting on his vision, he saw a pained expression on his girlfriend's face. She continued her work, but to him, this looked more like an ordeal. Taking that extra inch or two had really put a strain on her jaw, and the anticipation of his hot, thick load landing anywhere around or on her face seemed to be playing an unfortunate game with her psyche.

'Best blowjob ever.'

Right.

Cameron had enough.

In the fraction of a second before he passed the point of no return, he found his self-respect, and grew a spine—big time. This wasn't worth it; Jenny wasn't worth it. The anger and resentment of being a doormat for these past two years finally forced his hand. Cameron was about to blow.

Upon feeling his load travel up through his balls and push its way forward, he clenched his butt cheeks and contracted his pelvis, in an effort to give his orgasm more oomph. Jenny was down on his shaft when the first cum missile struck and pelted her in the back of the throat. Upon impact, her eyes opened wide and shear panic spread across her face. As she pulled off his cock, the second tracer was already on its way. A thick ribbon of cum spurted from his loins and shot her directly in the left nostril, making a smacking sound on impact, and leaving a streamer all the way down her lip to her chin. Now, she was pissed beyond words.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed tight enough that a pin could never find its way into her mouth, she let out a primal growl. She pulled her head up in an effort to back away and that's when the third ribbon of cum draped her soft, delicate brown hair on the top of her head, and painted a vertical line straight down her face to her neck.

"You bastard!" she yelled through still pursed lips. With eyes glued shut, she balled up her fists and began pounding on Cameron's chest. "Fuck youuuuuuuu!" she growled with a hatred of a woman who had been violated ten ways to Sunday.

Cameron couldn't help but giggle under his breath, even though he was being punched and was still spewing cum in all directions. Just the sight of her face, covered by his hot load and shaded in agony was enough to make him bust out in laughter. He had finally gotten his revenge.

Jenny continued her assault then stumbled back off the bed. She flailed around the room then landed on her ass in her tirade. She cursed him some more while crawling over to the door, then finally grasped the knob. Cameron just watched in delight as a giant grin spread across his face. He knew what he'd just done was unforgivable, but he didn't care. A sense of satisfaction and pride washed over him as he watched her burst out of the room.

She cursed his name while in the bathroom cleaning herself off, still shocked at what he had done to her. A short time later, she re-entered with a nasty scowl on her face. She said nothing as she gathered her things.

She stormed out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house while cursing him the entire way. Without a doubt, it was over.

Two weeks later, with a replenished checking account and full tank of gas, Cameron met his buddy Steve at one of the local pubs. It was there when he learned through the grapevine that Jenny was pregnant. At first, it came as a shock. But then he thought back to the texts between her and 'club boy.' It was almost comical. He had it pegged—she was ready to go all the way—just not with him.

"But it's cool," he said to Steve while raising his bottle of beer and proposing a toast.

"To club boy! She's his problem now."

"Nice," said Steve while tapping Cameron's beer. "That took balls. Proud of ya, bro."

"Dude, you should have been there," he said. "It was a total violation... And she never got her music."