sperm, what would I do the next time Tony went away? I
could always keep a little bottle in the freezer. No, the concept
was ridiculous! The proof of the pudding's in the eating, I mused -
in the drinking.
Gasping,
clutching my head as his body became rigid, at last, Tony pumped
his seed into my mouth. My eyes closed, my lips taut around his
broad shaft, I drank from his pulsating fountainhead, quelling my
thirst - and my panic, I prayed! His balls finally drained, I
meticulously licked the globules of opaque liquid from his purple
globe, his slit, not wasting one drop of male milk.
"You enjoyed
that, didn't you?" Tony grinned, tugging his trousers up as I rose
to my feet.
"Yes, I did!"
I giggled, wondering whether my heart would soon stop palpitating
as I seductively licked my sperm-wet lips.
"And now it's
your turn!" he grinned, taking my hand and leading me through the
hall to the lounge. "Your turn to come in my mouth."
As I reclined
on the sofa with Tony at my feet, I sensed calm wash over me - warm
waves of peace and tranquillity. The sensation was distinct, as if
I'd just drawn hard and long on a cigarette and inhaled deeply.
Comfortably serene, I'd not felt so completely relaxed for a long
time. It appeared that the hippy doctor was right, I reflected as
Tony lifted my skirt and tugged on my wet panties. Raising my
buttocks clear of the sofa as he pulled my panties down, I wasn't
paying much attention. The salty taste lingering in my mouth, my
thoughts were on sperm - the remedy, cure, medicine.
Was I really
addicted to sperm? I was definitely feeling peaceful, my heart
calm, my hands still, my breathing slow and deep. How often would I
need to take it? I wondered, and what would I do the next time Tony
went away on a business trip? Again, I thought of keeping a bottle
of sperm in the freezer, a bottle in a box - secret.
Gently parting
my legs, Tony began licking my vaginal crack, his tongue warm and
wet, sending delightful quivers up my spine. Closing my eyes as he
peeled my swollen labia apart and sucked my erect clitoris into his
hot mouth, I gasped, recalling masturbating in bed the previous
evening. His fingers entering my yearning vagina, massaging my
inner flesh, I desired my candle.
"God, that's
good!" I gasped, clutching tufts of his black hair as his tongue
swept over my pulsating clitoris. "I'm going to come already!"
"You taste
good," he breathed, lapping the pink flesh around my open hole as
he fingered me. "Mmm, very good!"
"My clitoris!
Please, my clitoris!"
Sucking my
pleasure bud into his mouth again, his tongue sweeping over its
sensitive tip, I pulled his head closer, grinding the open centre
of my femininity into his mouth as my orgasm stirred within my
contracting womb. His fingers thrusting into my tightening vagina,
my orgasm came, gripping me, the beautiful shockwaves shaking me
violently.
On and on the
waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through my sated body, lifting
me ever-higher to my sexual heaven. My juices pouring in torrents
from my pussy as Tony slipped his fingers out of my spasming
vagina, my clitoris throbbing, I lifted my hips and opened my legs
as wide as I could, allowing him to drink from me, to suck out my
pleasure.
My body
quivering as the ripples of sex began to recede, I finally lay
still, fulfilled in my coming - serene. Tony sat by my side, his
hand between my parted thighs, his fingers massaging my clitoris,
bringing out my milk. I didn't want him to go away again; I didn't
want to be without him, without his sperm. Addicted to sperm.
After a
shower, I wandered into the studio and unveiled the Blue Lady. Tony
was relaxing in the garden and I was feeling great, better than
ever. The time had come to finish the painting, to put brush to
canvas and give the Blue Lady life.
After three
hours, I stood back and adjudicated my work. As always, I wasn't
satisfied, but I knew that Stephen Giles would be pleased. What
would Tony say? I wondered as he walked into the