'I Think it's Time'
Another call from Adele...
Paris.
My phone rang. I was sitting in my favorite cafe at Place de la Contrescarpe, near Rue Mouffetrard, writing horoscopes for the London Daily Mail. It was Adele, my Greek friend who had recently invited me over to see her pregnant vagina.
“You should come over,” she said. “Delos is here.”
Delos was her lover; she was pregnant with his baby.
I was pretty much done working for the night, so the timing was perfect; enough horoscopes for one day. I said I would come over. She was a few Metro stops away. I packed up my stuff and headed for the train station. About 15 minutes later, I was walking down her street. I arrived at her address and entered the door code to the side of a huge wooden entryway. All central-Paris flats have an outer door which leads to a little courtyard or lobby. This entry has a four digit code which had probably not been changed since the thing was installed.
I went up to the third floor and tapped on her door. She opened the door slowly, wearing her robe. Delos, too, was wearing a bathrobe. He was attractive and friendly with curly black locks and looking very Greek. He spoke neither English nor French; his languages were Greek and Italian.
They sat adjacent to one another on a couch. I took a chair facing them.
“I offered you to drink semen,” she said nonchalantly. “Delos has agreed. I think it’s time. Would you like to try?”
I struggled to take a breath and then nodded yes, glancing at them, only able to make eye contact with him for a slick moment. I was afraid he would see the urgent need in my eyes, and I looked downward. There was no denying what was about to happen. And my craving would soon become apparent, if it was not already. There was noplace to hide.
She stood up and undid Delos’ bathrobe. His penis was semi-erect. She knelt down and took him into her mouth and sucked on him like a baby. When he was fully erect, she cast her robe aside, revealing her swelling breasts and nipples, and her pregnant belly. Her areolae were enormous, seeping to sprawl out over her breasts, which prepared to nurse a child.
Then she straddled him, and fucked him deeply. His eyes were closed. He tried not to make a sound but I heard a groan escape him. She rocked on him and got him worked up.
Then she unmounted. His erection stood tall and firm, and wet with her liquid, and I gazed at his beauty.
“He doesn’t really want to have sex with a man, but he’ll let you do this because I asked. I hope you’re ready. I suggest you strip. It will be better.” I looked at him for his approval; he was steady and knowing.
I did as she asked, leaving my clothing in a little heap on the floor. I was extremely nervous, as if walking too close to the edge of a cliff. My penis was erect, my feelings were under her control, and I would have taken any suggestion.
He stood up next to the couch. I knelt down on the floor in front of Adele. The next thing I knew I was looking at the head of his penis, which had gathered a drop of clear liquid. Intuitively, I leaned in and licked it off, swallowing. He smelled like her cunt, which I had just tasted for the first time a few weeks earlier.
“Good,” she said, and then she held his penis and invited me back.
“Suck gently,” she said. “Just hold the tip in your mouth and be still. He likes that.”
I did as asked; just the head of his penis seemed to fill my mouth. He was stiff and erect and twitching a little.
“How many times have you thought of doing this?” she asked. “You must be thirsty. It won’t be a moment now.”
We stayed like that for a while, as she presided over our encounter.
“I drink him every day. He never has to ask. I’m always ready.”
He slipped out of my mouth. “But I always lick his ass first. He makes more semen that way. All men do. I did it for you just before you arrived, so you don’t have to.”
Then she said, “Open up wide!” and guided him to thrust into me a little. I felt his hands on the back of my head. I took him in. I felt my gag reflex start and then I relaxed and that exact same feeling turned to bliss. He responded by pushing in deeper. Same response, gag and then bliss, and the desire to swallow.
We did this for a while. She was playing with us; she wanted to stretch out the experience. He was reaching the point of no return, I could feel this, and I was ready, and she knew it.
“Here is what I want to do,” she said. “Open your mouth and tip your head back. I want to see his semen go into you. So I’m going to do it.”
“Good, now give me your tongue,” she said. I extended it, with my mouth open. She clasped him with her hand, and massaged the underside of his tip with her thumb. His dick was perhaps an inch or two away.
“Are you ready to drink? I will milk him out for you.”
I cannot tell you what I was feeling, except to say vulnerable and spinning and very free. I gripped my chair with one hand and her leg with the other. And I nodded yes.
“Keep your mouth open.”
In hindsight, I know I was living out her fantasy as much as some version of mine. She knew exactly what she wanted. She had choreographed very step of the experience and was about to masturbate her lover into my mouth.
Then she began flicking the underside of his penis, right at the tip. I could hear and feel him breathe. She knew how to make him lose control. He breathed deeper and then he grunted out as she pointed his penis right into my mouth.
“Drink your daddy,” she said matter of factly, and to my sudden shock. And then it happened. First I heard him let out a deep sigh of relief. Then a long, strong spurt of him struck the top of my mouth and the back of my tongue and started to slip down my throat.
“Don’t swallow yet,” she commanded. I did as told and he kept spurting. Finally out of pure instinct I leaned in and put my lips on the tip of his penis as he continued to release his seed, which had flooded my mouth entirely.
“Look at me,” she said. I did. “Open your mouth.”
I did, and some of his cum spilled out, which she caught with her finger and tasted.
“Look at Delos,” she said firmly. I did, looking up, past his cock still in front of my lips, and found his eyes gazing down at me with an expression that I did not understand or recognize, but the sight of him entered my awareness and has never left.
Held by his eyes, Adele and Delos both watched me swallow him, and again. I leaned into his penis, wanting more. She obliged by squeezing the bottom of his shaft with her thumb and expressed a few more drops. I licked him up delightingly, unashamed of my need.
Suddenly I felt how naked I was, and how achingly horny….kneeling on the floor after having my face fucked.
I sat down in my chair, seeming to be evaluated by them. My mouth and cheeks were wet and my eyes were tearing, and I swirled in my seat.
“Good boy,” she said. “Did you like it?”
I nodded.
“Would you do it again?” I nodded. I had the sense that might be pretty soon.
Then she spread her legs, leaned back, and masturbated as we both observed her, dumbstruck. Adele was a very, very beautiful masturbator. I suddenly understood, she showed everyone…or anyone who would take part. She tipped her pelvis up and spread her vulva lips open with the fingers of one hand and fucked her pregnant vagina with three fingers of her other.
She did this boldly, deep and fast, with no tease, intent to please herself as we watched helplessly…until she was moaning. She looked at Delos’ eyes and she looked at mine, bursting through any meek fetter of shame. Then her cunt spouted as her voice sang out for a moment, her liquid spilling onto the floor and soaking the couch.
She smiled.
“Look what I’ve done,” she said as she sniffed and licked her fingers.
Then she looked at me.
“I know what you want but you’re not going to.”
What she meant was, left to my own, I would masturbate and drink myself in front of them. My penis stood up, yearning for attention. This came in the form of her straddling me and letting her pelvis swallow my shaft. Suddenly and to my amazement, I was inside her. She was hot, hot, hot and snug around me, her arms around my neck. So, so good…she was fucking me.
Her curved belly pressed into mine. I will never forget this feeling of merging with her and her baby. She looked right into my eyes. “Just relax and give yourself over,” she said. “Let it be easy.”
With this, I just relaxed. I let her have me. I did nothing more.
She bucked her hips, massaging my cock with the delightful interior of her body, looking directly into my half-open eyes. At this, I felt my expression melt, and my orgasm took me from deep in my emotions with a thick seizure. I felt my upper lip curl and became disconnected from any conscious will over myself. I wanted her to see me in this state of being out of control.
Then I was pulsing, cock and belly pressed into her belly, releasing a crazy abundance of semen up and into her. I felt my liquid flood back from her cervix onto the tip of my cock. The look in her eyes morphed from authority to gratitude.
She held me for a few more precious moments and then gently unmounted me, and sat down, and dropped her knees apart, her yoni soaked and at full blossom. I looked over at Delos. I had forgotten he was watching.
“Come here and smell me,” she said, knowing that I had a nearly all-consuming pussy sniffing fetish. She was one of the few people I could be wholly honest about this with, even as we walked through the streets and I would point out any woman I wanted to sniff. I leaned in and smelled the mix of the of us.
“Now you may drink yourself like you want. I am your cup.”
Before I had time to respond, she pulled my mouth into her wet, swollen, pregnant vulva as my senses met the familiar taste and texture of my semen infused with her. At first I was reluctant, and hesitated; she knew about this, which is why she used a little force. And then all at once I let go and connected with my deep thirst and gulped a few times, drinking myself back in only moments after releasing myself to her.
I stretched my tongue into the corners of her vagina and labia. Then out of necessity and gratitude, I slipped into her as deeply as I could with a full luscious tongue-fuck. She dug her fingernails into my scalp and without any other warning, gushed onto my face and into my mouth as I seemed to have the choice of drink or drown. I chose to drink but it would have been a great place end my physical incarnation. Her liquid was acrid and strange and I gave into its odd, deceptive delight.
When her flood subsided and I had swallowed many times, I leaned my cheek against the thick, cushy and wet lips of her vulva and wanted to stay there forever, swimming in the scent of it all.
A little while later I was sitting in my chair, soaked, naked, my hair matted, looking at them both. Nobody said a word. Adele’s eyes glanced between mine and Delos’. He was erect again and so was I. She played with her nipples, squeezing her areolae gently with subtle deight. I wondered what she was thinking.
