The Cock Sucking Chronicles The Final Mouthful
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Greetings, salutations and felicitations fellow fellatio fans permit me to bid you a hale and hearty welcome to the final instalment of The Cock Sucking Chronicles!
You may be wondering what more could I possibly say on the subject of the oral veneration of the erect phallus, right? Well, just saying the word, ‘Cock,’ still elicits a frisson of excitement. I love to whisper prurient breathless encouragements to my benefactor, as I obediently nudge him closer to his release with each gesture of my bobbing head.
If you have been following my story up to now, you will already be familiar with my profound and sincere hunger for cum, and the bliss I feel when I hold an erection between my lips. You will know that I am a sperm-a-holic and I need to feed daily on a penis, and I don’t much care about the personality behind it. I can be submissive, even shy; I can encourage, plead and implore. I love to watch a flaccid penis swell into a potent, erect phallus, knowing that it is my tender ministrations which are bringing about this wonderful metamorphosis. I love to be naked, especially out of doors, and particularly at the beach. I love to hear a boy moan in joy, whispering urgent instructions and commands as he teaches me how best to worship his cock. And I have been a diligent and most enthusiastic pupil.
Many years have passed since I became addicted to swallowing sperm, and I have pleasured more men and teens than I can recall since that distant day when I first slid my class mate’s cock over my tongue, and into my mouth, sucking his pulsing pudenda and swallowing his prodigious school boy load. You never forget your first time and my penis always twitches at the fond recollection of the moment I first drew sperm form another boy’s balls.
I am justifiably proud of my cock-sucking skills, I can edge and tease you for an age, or I can drain your balls from flaccid to fulfilment in minutes, depending on my own hunger and craving for sperm. My record, for those statistics fans out there, is one hour and seven minutes; boy, did my jaw ache, but your cock transcended all who had cum before. Little did I realise as I reached into your jeans and teased out your weighty meat, that I had found The One.
In the cold rain soaked alley way, between a dumpster and a pile of garbage, you pushed me on to my knees to wait for your pleasure. You smile down indulgently as you unbuckle your jeans and I wet my lips. The rumble of traffic, and the hubbub of city life continues all around us, oblivious and disinterested in our midnight carnal tryst. I can still hear the primal beat booming from the club we just abandoned, primitive, insistent, as you slowly pop one button, then another.
“Don’t tease,” I chide, “Daddy needs cock.”
Daddy’s a greedy cum pig, I think to myself, as you grip my head, pulling my face towards your hips.
“Mmm, no underpants. I approve!” And smiling at the smooth swollen shaft, half exposed and hanging expectantly between your legs, I am reminded of the balls I had already drained that evening. I reach into your jeans and gently coax your soft penis into the night air.
“You like?”
“Oh, it’s so big! So heavy!” I gasp, giggling in mock innocence before switching into full cum-slut mode and coquettishly wetting my lips in readiness to receive. I hook my thumbs over the coarse denim material standing in the way of my prize and leisurely pull your jeans down to your knees. Your cock, long thick and loaded, hangs like a weapon in the neon dappled night.
Exposed now, I can’t help but notice you nervously glancing up and down the alleyway as I confidently wrap your semi stiff penis in my tender fist. Abruptly, a Police siren bursts into life near by, making you tense up, like a startled a****l. Gaol holds no fear for me, as followers of my exploits will be well aware, and I calmly continue caressing your rain splashed genitals, thrilled by the weight of your hot fuck meat and coaxing life into your sleeping giant. The siren shrieks into the distance in hot pursuit and I move in closer, my eyes drinking in every millimetre of the semi erect shaft before me.
My fist glides slowly down your rapidly swelling shaft, peeling back your bell end’s protective hood, freeing your glans from its fleshy cloak. Your foreskin unfolds and opens like a flower uncovering the gloriously swollen stamen within. Encouraged by my hot breath and the promise of orgasm your prodigious cock rises to its purpose. You thrust your hips towards my mouth and command me to suck. However, I already have three loads of semen in my belly this evening and I am in no rush for my fourth.
“Not just yet,” I whisper, almost to myself, encouraging restraint.
I begin to work your foreskin, slow and steady, repeatedly exposing your florid sculpted cock-crown to the night air as you try in vain to angle your penis into my mouth. I luxuriate in the way your skin moves over your shaft and the stiff corrugations beneath. I let my hot breath cascade across your virile flesh, a sweet contrast to the cold rain and the cool night air I imagine. I revel in the balletic interplay of form and function, as your foreskin yields effortlessly to my touch, rolling over your glans like an erotic wave displaying your most intimate arousal to the strangers of the night. With my thumb I close off a vein and watch, hypnotised, as the blood comes flooding back once I release the pressure.
“Oh God,” I gush, “I love cock!”
“I can tell,” you reply, smiling down at my submission. “Do it.”
Obediently, I stoop to drag my tongue up the front of your engorged prick, tracing your cum pipe from balls to frenulum drawing an encouraging gasp of approval from above. I can feel the heat from your cum gun on my face as I drag my teeth down the side of your shaft.
“Oh suck it,” you plead, “suck my cock,” once more trying to penetrate my mouth, “C’mon, before someone sees.”
But I’m still not quite ready, although I do understand your urgency and your perceived need for haste. The bars will be closing soon, the last of their patrons hitting the streets to stagger home alone, or in couples, if they’ve been lucky.
“I want to taste you,” I reply, by way of explanation, but what I really want is to milk some pre cum from your balls, to make your cock weep for me, before I taste your flesh.
And then, as if on demand, as I lever your cock into the horizontal position, the sweetest dome of pre cum oozes along your shaft and balances delightfully at the tip of your manhood. I pull your foreskin towards me and smear it over the purple flesh within. With forefinger and thumb I work the wonderfully soft and pliant skin of your prepuce until it is glistening with seminal juices and you are desperate for my throat.
I part my lips in silent scream and, with your bell end covered, I put your cock into my mouth. Ever so slowly, I begin to peel back the hood, and the taste of your fuck juices spills out across my tongue.
“Oh fuck yeah,” you call out as I begin to suck you off, “Suck my cock!”
I am sucking your cock, I think to myself as I begin to up the tempo, throwing myself into my task. I have never understood why Americans talk so fucking much during sex!
I push my hands up under your shirt and rake my nails along your tummy. You happily accommodate me and pop open your shirt, exposing your well trimmed torso and chest to the street. Your body is as perfect as your cock and the heavenly sight draws an involuntary moan of appreciation from me as I throw my head from side to side, up and down, taking your cock deeper with each thrust.
“Yeah, you really love that, eh?”
I moan my agreement, nodding my head without freeing your cock from my mouth.
“You’re a good little cock sucker, aren’t you?”
Good? Fucking good? I’m almost insulted.
“I’m the best blowjob you’ll ever have,” I gasp, cramming your shaft back where it belongs.
“Ooh, yeah, just like that,” you instruct. I know from years of experience that I could have your sperm now, if I wanted it, and almost as if reading my mind you continue, “You ready for some cum?”
I know you are mine now and, if I continue like this, it will all be over before the minute is up. And I’m not finished with you yet. Rocking back onto my heals, I let your cock slide from between my lips, with the predictable breathless pleading from above.
“Don’t stop,” you gasp, “I’m so near.”
“I know,” I smile back before letting my gaze wander over your body, down to your hips before resting on your steely fuck stick.
I pull my shirt up and over my head and as I admire your magnificent glistening erection, I begin to unbutton my jeans. My own erection bursts free as I wriggle out of my underpants.
“I need to be naked for you,” I say, shedding the last of my clothes.
“You’re crazy!” you reply but, nevertheless you toss your shirt onto the dumpster and push your jeans down to your ankles.
“I know.”
I pause for a moment to admire your magnificent phallus and your fine rain splashed figure. You clearly work out and take care of the body responsible for moving this majestic cum gun from recipient to recipient. I feel I am drawn to your cock; I hunger for your sperm. My eyes feast on the view before me, fascinated by the fine tracery of thread like veins and the exquisite mottling and marbling of puce and pink flesh; the bubbles of seminal fluid and saliva poised precariously on the curved nerve packed surface of your glans with its the frenulum carving a valley through the front of your bell end directly towards your weeping eye and the entrancing ridge defining the edge of your cock’s purple helmet. And then, inevitably, I can contain myself no more and move in to finish the job.
This time, I can’t stop myself and as my lips slip over your cock, I begin to masturbate at your feet, simultaneously jacking you off into my mouth, sucking hard and pushing my tongue up to give a tight warm wet hole that cushions your thrusting penis and focuses almost solely on the fattening tip.
“That’s it,” you enthuse, “Do it like that.”
Again I am torn between my hunger for cum and my lust for sucking cock and so to prolong the pleasure, I slip you into my throat and hold you there, making a scabbard of my neck for your weapon, up to the hilt. Breathless now, I let you go, ropes of spit and pre cum hanging between us, maintaining our intimate connection, and before they snap, you are filling my mouth once again.
I can hear your breathing become laboured and your dirty talk dries up as you get closer to your release. Pre cum flows steadily now, coating my mouth and easing the entry of your cock into my throat once again. You brace yourself on my head and I withdraw, just for a moment.
“Fuck my mouth,” I gasp before stuffing your erection back into my mouth.
And you do.
I make a tight seal with my lips and suck with all my might. Your fingers grip my head and as you hammer your cock into my face, I brace myself on your bucking hips. Oh God, this is what I’m for! At moments like this, I transcend to a better world, a simpler world where my only thought, my only desire is to have you ejaculate into my mouth. To have your fully inflamed penis deliver your life giving magic man juice into my belly. I must have it!
Above me, you cry out as you ride the vinegar stroke and instantly my mouth is full of hot virile semen. Your ejaculation was prolific, even with all my years of experience I struggled to gulp down every drop. With each convulsion, another mightier load was jettisoned at pace from your balls; You practically pissed semen from your cock! Your knees begin to tremble and you brace yourself against me as you drive your erection deep into my throat, giving me your full length and blasting your gift straight into my belly. I can feel your balls on my chin and your cock convulsing between my lips, delivering jet after hot jet of the life spark that is sperm loaded semen while you try to push your cock right out the back of my head!
With a little difficulty, I withdraw just as the final blast is fired from your spunk cannon, splashing hotly across my cheek, my nose and forehead. I hold out my tongue and coax the last of your semen up your sperm pipe, pushing it around your spit wet glistening tip with my semen slick lips, lashing your bell end appreciatively with my connoisseur’s tongue. My continued efforts to stimulate your penis are not unrewarded as you maintain your erection for me. However, it does make draining the last drops from your balls much more of a challenge!
“Your cum tastes so good,” I enthuse, licking your balls in humble gratitude.
“That was the best!”
“No, mate,” I chuckle in reply, “this one will be better.”
Again, in the rain soaked alley, between the bins, at the back of the Club, on at Saturday night, I suck your cock and make you cum twice more. Ordinarily, when this kind of fever is on me, my lust for sperm is overwhelming and, all I want after one penis, is another erect penis. However, this time, with my throat and mouth thick with your semen, I felt profoundly satiated, utterly calm and satisfied. In a word, Dear Reader, I felt complete. And with that, I had fallen in love and my search for the perfect penis was over, my search for the perfect boy was over and, luckily for me, I found them in the same place. So, my Quest to suck every cock in New York had cum to an end. Apologies to those I missed, and for the brevity of this story, but I do have a cock to suck once more!
Farewell!
You may be wondering what more could I possibly say on the subject of the oral veneration of the erect phallus, right? Well, just saying the word, ‘Cock,’ still elicits a frisson of excitement. I love to whisper prurient breathless encouragements to my benefactor, as I obediently nudge him closer to his release with each gesture of my bobbing head.
If you have been following my story up to now, you will already be familiar with my profound and sincere hunger for cum, and the bliss I feel when I hold an erection between my lips. You will know that I am a sperm-a-holic and I need to feed daily on a penis, and I don’t much care about the personality behind it. I can be submissive, even shy; I can encourage, plead and implore. I love to watch a flaccid penis swell into a potent, erect phallus, knowing that it is my tender ministrations which are bringing about this wonderful metamorphosis. I love to be naked, especially out of doors, and particularly at the beach. I love to hear a boy moan in joy, whispering urgent instructions and commands as he teaches me how best to worship his cock. And I have been a diligent and most enthusiastic pupil.
Many years have passed since I became addicted to swallowing sperm, and I have pleasured more men and teens than I can recall since that distant day when I first slid my class mate’s cock over my tongue, and into my mouth, sucking his pulsing pudenda and swallowing his prodigious school boy load. You never forget your first time and my penis always twitches at the fond recollection of the moment I first drew sperm form another boy’s balls.
I am justifiably proud of my cock-sucking skills, I can edge and tease you for an age, or I can drain your balls from flaccid to fulfilment in minutes, depending on my own hunger and craving for sperm. My record, for those statistics fans out there, is one hour and seven minutes; boy, did my jaw ache, but your cock transcended all who had cum before. Little did I realise as I reached into your jeans and teased out your weighty meat, that I had found The One.
In the cold rain soaked alley way, between a dumpster and a pile of garbage, you pushed me on to my knees to wait for your pleasure. You smile down indulgently as you unbuckle your jeans and I wet my lips. The rumble of traffic, and the hubbub of city life continues all around us, oblivious and disinterested in our midnight carnal tryst. I can still hear the primal beat booming from the club we just abandoned, primitive, insistent, as you slowly pop one button, then another.
“Don’t tease,” I chide, “Daddy needs cock.”
Daddy’s a greedy cum pig, I think to myself, as you grip my head, pulling my face towards your hips.
“Mmm, no underpants. I approve!” And smiling at the smooth swollen shaft, half exposed and hanging expectantly between your legs, I am reminded of the balls I had already drained that evening. I reach into your jeans and gently coax your soft penis into the night air.
“You like?”
“Oh, it’s so big! So heavy!” I gasp, giggling in mock innocence before switching into full cum-slut mode and coquettishly wetting my lips in readiness to receive. I hook my thumbs over the coarse denim material standing in the way of my prize and leisurely pull your jeans down to your knees. Your cock, long thick and loaded, hangs like a weapon in the neon dappled night.
Exposed now, I can’t help but notice you nervously glancing up and down the alleyway as I confidently wrap your semi stiff penis in my tender fist. Abruptly, a Police siren bursts into life near by, making you tense up, like a startled a****l. Gaol holds no fear for me, as followers of my exploits will be well aware, and I calmly continue caressing your rain splashed genitals, thrilled by the weight of your hot fuck meat and coaxing life into your sleeping giant. The siren shrieks into the distance in hot pursuit and I move in closer, my eyes drinking in every millimetre of the semi erect shaft before me.
My fist glides slowly down your rapidly swelling shaft, peeling back your bell end’s protective hood, freeing your glans from its fleshy cloak. Your foreskin unfolds and opens like a flower uncovering the gloriously swollen stamen within. Encouraged by my hot breath and the promise of orgasm your prodigious cock rises to its purpose. You thrust your hips towards my mouth and command me to suck. However, I already have three loads of semen in my belly this evening and I am in no rush for my fourth.
“Not just yet,” I whisper, almost to myself, encouraging restraint.
I begin to work your foreskin, slow and steady, repeatedly exposing your florid sculpted cock-crown to the night air as you try in vain to angle your penis into my mouth. I luxuriate in the way your skin moves over your shaft and the stiff corrugations beneath. I let my hot breath cascade across your virile flesh, a sweet contrast to the cold rain and the cool night air I imagine. I revel in the balletic interplay of form and function, as your foreskin yields effortlessly to my touch, rolling over your glans like an erotic wave displaying your most intimate arousal to the strangers of the night. With my thumb I close off a vein and watch, hypnotised, as the blood comes flooding back once I release the pressure.
“Oh God,” I gush, “I love cock!”
“I can tell,” you reply, smiling down at my submission. “Do it.”
Obediently, I stoop to drag my tongue up the front of your engorged prick, tracing your cum pipe from balls to frenulum drawing an encouraging gasp of approval from above. I can feel the heat from your cum gun on my face as I drag my teeth down the side of your shaft.
“Oh suck it,” you plead, “suck my cock,” once more trying to penetrate my mouth, “C’mon, before someone sees.”
But I’m still not quite ready, although I do understand your urgency and your perceived need for haste. The bars will be closing soon, the last of their patrons hitting the streets to stagger home alone, or in couples, if they’ve been lucky.
“I want to taste you,” I reply, by way of explanation, but what I really want is to milk some pre cum from your balls, to make your cock weep for me, before I taste your flesh.
And then, as if on demand, as I lever your cock into the horizontal position, the sweetest dome of pre cum oozes along your shaft and balances delightfully at the tip of your manhood. I pull your foreskin towards me and smear it over the purple flesh within. With forefinger and thumb I work the wonderfully soft and pliant skin of your prepuce until it is glistening with seminal juices and you are desperate for my throat.
I part my lips in silent scream and, with your bell end covered, I put your cock into my mouth. Ever so slowly, I begin to peel back the hood, and the taste of your fuck juices spills out across my tongue.
“Oh fuck yeah,” you call out as I begin to suck you off, “Suck my cock!”
I am sucking your cock, I think to myself as I begin to up the tempo, throwing myself into my task. I have never understood why Americans talk so fucking much during sex!
I push my hands up under your shirt and rake my nails along your tummy. You happily accommodate me and pop open your shirt, exposing your well trimmed torso and chest to the street. Your body is as perfect as your cock and the heavenly sight draws an involuntary moan of appreciation from me as I throw my head from side to side, up and down, taking your cock deeper with each thrust.
“Yeah, you really love that, eh?”
I moan my agreement, nodding my head without freeing your cock from my mouth.
“You’re a good little cock sucker, aren’t you?”
Good? Fucking good? I’m almost insulted.
“I’m the best blowjob you’ll ever have,” I gasp, cramming your shaft back where it belongs.
“Ooh, yeah, just like that,” you instruct. I know from years of experience that I could have your sperm now, if I wanted it, and almost as if reading my mind you continue, “You ready for some cum?”
I know you are mine now and, if I continue like this, it will all be over before the minute is up. And I’m not finished with you yet. Rocking back onto my heals, I let your cock slide from between my lips, with the predictable breathless pleading from above.
“Don’t stop,” you gasp, “I’m so near.”
“I know,” I smile back before letting my gaze wander over your body, down to your hips before resting on your steely fuck stick.
I pull my shirt up and over my head and as I admire your magnificent glistening erection, I begin to unbutton my jeans. My own erection bursts free as I wriggle out of my underpants.
“I need to be naked for you,” I say, shedding the last of my clothes.
“You’re crazy!” you reply but, nevertheless you toss your shirt onto the dumpster and push your jeans down to your ankles.
“I know.”
I pause for a moment to admire your magnificent phallus and your fine rain splashed figure. You clearly work out and take care of the body responsible for moving this majestic cum gun from recipient to recipient. I feel I am drawn to your cock; I hunger for your sperm. My eyes feast on the view before me, fascinated by the fine tracery of thread like veins and the exquisite mottling and marbling of puce and pink flesh; the bubbles of seminal fluid and saliva poised precariously on the curved nerve packed surface of your glans with its the frenulum carving a valley through the front of your bell end directly towards your weeping eye and the entrancing ridge defining the edge of your cock’s purple helmet. And then, inevitably, I can contain myself no more and move in to finish the job.
This time, I can’t stop myself and as my lips slip over your cock, I begin to masturbate at your feet, simultaneously jacking you off into my mouth, sucking hard and pushing my tongue up to give a tight warm wet hole that cushions your thrusting penis and focuses almost solely on the fattening tip.
“That’s it,” you enthuse, “Do it like that.”
Again I am torn between my hunger for cum and my lust for sucking cock and so to prolong the pleasure, I slip you into my throat and hold you there, making a scabbard of my neck for your weapon, up to the hilt. Breathless now, I let you go, ropes of spit and pre cum hanging between us, maintaining our intimate connection, and before they snap, you are filling my mouth once again.
I can hear your breathing become laboured and your dirty talk dries up as you get closer to your release. Pre cum flows steadily now, coating my mouth and easing the entry of your cock into my throat once again. You brace yourself on my head and I withdraw, just for a moment.
“Fuck my mouth,” I gasp before stuffing your erection back into my mouth.
And you do.
I make a tight seal with my lips and suck with all my might. Your fingers grip my head and as you hammer your cock into my face, I brace myself on your bucking hips. Oh God, this is what I’m for! At moments like this, I transcend to a better world, a simpler world where my only thought, my only desire is to have you ejaculate into my mouth. To have your fully inflamed penis deliver your life giving magic man juice into my belly. I must have it!
Above me, you cry out as you ride the vinegar stroke and instantly my mouth is full of hot virile semen. Your ejaculation was prolific, even with all my years of experience I struggled to gulp down every drop. With each convulsion, another mightier load was jettisoned at pace from your balls; You practically pissed semen from your cock! Your knees begin to tremble and you brace yourself against me as you drive your erection deep into my throat, giving me your full length and blasting your gift straight into my belly. I can feel your balls on my chin and your cock convulsing between my lips, delivering jet after hot jet of the life spark that is sperm loaded semen while you try to push your cock right out the back of my head!
With a little difficulty, I withdraw just as the final blast is fired from your spunk cannon, splashing hotly across my cheek, my nose and forehead. I hold out my tongue and coax the last of your semen up your sperm pipe, pushing it around your spit wet glistening tip with my semen slick lips, lashing your bell end appreciatively with my connoisseur’s tongue. My continued efforts to stimulate your penis are not unrewarded as you maintain your erection for me. However, it does make draining the last drops from your balls much more of a challenge!
“Your cum tastes so good,” I enthuse, licking your balls in humble gratitude.
“That was the best!”
“No, mate,” I chuckle in reply, “this one will be better.”
Again, in the rain soaked alley, between the bins, at the back of the Club, on at Saturday night, I suck your cock and make you cum twice more. Ordinarily, when this kind of fever is on me, my lust for sperm is overwhelming and, all I want after one penis, is another erect penis. However, this time, with my throat and mouth thick with your semen, I felt profoundly satiated, utterly calm and satisfied. In a word, Dear Reader, I felt complete. And with that, I had fallen in love and my search for the perfect penis was over, my search for the perfect boy was over and, luckily for me, I found them in the same place. So, my Quest to suck every cock in New York had cum to an end. Apologies to those I missed, and for the brevity of this story, but I do have a cock to suck once more!
Farewell!
Julianne
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