The blindfolded taste of lust-3

He does. He jerks him sloppily. It makes sloppy noises.

“Who are you going to make cum first?”

He’s going to swallow cum.

“Wait, I want to suck them both one last time.”

The other cock pops out of the darkness against his mouth.He grabs it and runs his mouth from one to the other. Slowly, very slowly he sucks on each one. One last taste, last feel of them before they unload in his mouth.

“Are they both ready?” he asks.

“I think so, honey. Are you?”

He breathes in. “Yes I am.” He says it peacefully.

“Good. Back up a bit” she says, “and open your mouth. He’s going to jerk himself until he cums.”

He takes his own cock in his hand and slowly strokes it. It’s completely hard, his ball are tight, aching, almost, from the built up desire. He can’t see the man he knows is in front of him, but he hears him breathing heavily, he hears the sloppy sounds of his hand stroking his uncut cock wet with saliva.

“I think he’s ready to cum, honey. Are you ready for a mouthful?”

“Yessssss. Grab my head. Hold it.” She does, and he stick out his tongue.

“Fucking cum in my mouth” he says to the man. He is panting he is so horny right now.

And then it all began. He was there, on his knees, a man was jerking an inch from his open mouth, ready to blow his load, and in all this, his head was being held by his wife, the mother if his c***dren. He would soon feel another man’s orgasm blow in his mouth. He is jerking slowly, very slowly, he can hear it, then he says, the point of no return, a promise: “I’m going to cum”.

He sticks out his tongue and waits. He hears a grunt, but it seems to take forever before anything happens. A grunt and… nothing. A blank orgasm, a bad dream. For seconds, long, stretching seconds, nothing happens. It’s silent in the room, now. The grunt, the man stroking himself to climax, milking out his cum, this is happening, nothing is happening, his mind is blank. His waiting body is in a state of ecstasy. And it happened. Through the absolute darkness, the warm head of a cock touched his waiting tongue, rested on it motionless, and the first rope of cum shot out.

The man had been building up this load for a week, had thought about it, had imagined how his balls would tighten, his prostate would contract and his rich semen would gush out in spasms from his head. It did. He stroked himself slowly, feeling what would become his orgasm build and grow throughout his entire body, every stroke of his hand on his very hard and very wet cock brought him this much closer, like noise caressing his being from the inside, stronger and stronger, his cock, his beautiful head covered and uncovered by his foreskin, bringing him an indescribable pleasure until the shattering explosion he translated into a grunt, a man’s ecstatic grunt as deep inside him his cum was being milked out and gushed into a first warm stream on this husband’s pleading tongue.

He felt it vaguely, through underwater depths it seemed, a distance between the sensation of another man’s cum coating his tongue, and himself. An abstract distance separating him from his wife’s gasp as it shot out. It was warm, thick. It was real. And then another stream, as strong as the first, and another. It’s only halfway through, after four or five spurts, that he came back to himself found himself bound to that moment, of a fifth shot of cum landing straight in his mouth. He was there, now, and what surprised him the most, finding himself there, living this for real, what he hadn’t ever really imagined when looking at it happening to others, was the wetness of it. Cum. A bodily fluid, body temperature, bodily odor, bodily taste, and this came from another man’s orgasming body. Cum. He was taking in his mouth another man’s wetness, he was feeling it on his tongue, on his lips. and though the thought wasn’t clear, nor formulated that way, he wanted nothing more at that moment than for this cock, this man to cum like he never came before, to fill his mouth completely, without remorse. He counted five spurts, but how many had there been before he came to himself? He hadn’t even felt the first contact.

There’s a puddle of cum in his mouth, his tongue is bathing in it. The man’s orgasm is over now, he can hear it in his breathing, but he knows what men want so he brings his head forward with the load still coating the inside of his mouth and he takes the man’s softening penis. With his hand he gently squeezes it from the base to the tip, milking out every drop, and though he can’t see whether any more comes out, he licks the tip, he takes it all, he covers it in its own cum, sucks it. He kisses it with gratitude. This is what he wants the man to know: his gratitude. He backs off.

“Show me” his wife says.

He does, then, purposefully, he swallows some, but not all. Something slimy, something real. Over his tongue, down his throat, swallowed. The taste. It tastes like sex, it tastes nasty, it tastes intoxicating. And it lingers, it sc****s the back of the throat, gently, but persistently. There’s still one more man, and then himself.

“Honey, kiss me.”

There’s a moment. She doesn’t react right away. Does she not want to? But he hears something, fuck it, he should just take off the blindfold, do this, but with his eyes open, see what he’s doing, see the cock as it’s cumming in his mouth, open it and her lips press against him, he opens his mouth and their tongues meet. He gives her the cum the man jerked in his mouth, they share it, they both taste it and the moment is wonderful. He pulls away.

“Give it back.”

She lets it drip in his mouth and he swallows it finally. The taste is becoming better and better.

He reaches out with his hand in the emptiness around him, calling for the other man, inviting him in his mouth, pleading for his cum. It touches his open hand, rests in his palm. He instinctively closes his fist and pulls it towards his mouth.

“Have you been saving up too?” he asks.

“He has” his wife answers. “He hasn’t cum in a week.”

“Give it to me.”

Holly fuck this is going to be good. At this point, it’s not even him doing these things, stroking this cock with a swirling motion, reaching with his mouth for the head, running his tongue all over it, taking it in his mouth like he’s trying to win it over, love it enough so it will spill everything it has for him. Lust is doing this and lust has completely taken over him. He wants nothing more than for this cock, than for this man to cum torrents, to overflow in his mouth. To give him this taste. This smell. Just for him.

He fondles his hairy balls, begging them to be full and to empty themselves. His right hand twists around in unison with his mouth and tongue as he suck the straw of flesh, of a man’s flesh to empty every drop of sperm he has been building up deep in his balls. Suck up his entire desire, his entire orgasm and feel it in his hand as he empties himself. Nothing else exists.

Ripping through the darkness: “Fuck! Aahh-ahh-ah”.

The balls tense, the soft head becomes completely gorged, feels different against his tongue. These sounds, of a man cumming, he hears them now, and he somehow manages to stay there. He feels the wait more precisely than he did the first time, he feels his mouth water, literally, at the thought of what is about to happen again, with a different man this time, he deliberately slows down every single movement. His hand cupping the balls, the other stroking him, his mouth loving him, his tongue swirling, he slows everything down and as it’s about to happen, he backs up his head a little, opens his mouth around the head and simply jerks him very, very slowly, sensuously. Before he expects it, a warm liquid drips on his tongue, drops at first, then a steady stream, he moans in appreciation, swallows, and feels the cock he’s holding in his hand twitch with its first spasm. Almost simultaneously, a powerful stream of warm and viscous liquid shoots directly from the man’s cock to his open mouth. He keeps stroking him, and the second spurt shoots rapidly after, and a third. Back to back. With each, he feels his mouth fill up more and more. This will soon be over. As the man’s flesh is about to twitch for a fourth time, he wraps his lips around it and lovingly lets him cum directly in his mouth. This feels different, he feels the spasms in his hand and against his lips at the same time, cum hits his palate, shoots in directly in the growing load he’s holding in, splashes against his tongue and eventually, two or three spasms shoot dry, so he runs his tongue against the man’s head and feels cum oozing out. Then three more twitches, and each time, there’s less and less cum until the cock goes still in his hand and in his mouth. He slows down his hand to a halt, and with a gentle suction, he sucks out what might be left in the length of this man’s penis. The cum in his mouth stings a little, a pleasant sensation, there’s no room for any other taste than this man’s cum, which tastes different than the first’s. Stronger, better, thicker, fuller. He can’t smell it, though. He grabs the softening penis with his mouth and very, very gently puts it in his mouth again. He makes sure to cover it with its own cum, and then he smells it, he brushes his nose against it, feels the wetness on his skin, the odor. The distinctive smell of cum. Never in his life has he smelled this under the spell of lust. And he puts his lips around and cleans it completely.

“Show me before you swallow.”

His wife’s voice surprises him. He had forgotten completely about her. He had again been caught up in the moment. He opens his mouth to show her, wherever she is, and them, whoever they are. He wonders just how much there is. A lot, he’s hoping. In one big gulp, he lets it run down his tongue, all the way down his throat, and again it sc****s its way through. Exhale. It’s over.

“Now it’s your turn. Get up.”

He does as she tells him. Standing up naked in the room, in front of two men he can’t see, but who’s cocks he’s just sucked and who’s cum he’s just eaten. Her bare breasts push against his back. A naked woman’s body against his. Suddenly, the room becomes even more full of lust than it had been, it seems entirely submerged in explicit desire, in taste and smell. He had forgotten about a woman’s body, about his wife’s round, heavy breasts, how they fall majestically when she undoes her bra, her woman’s belly, her smooth, moist, warm pussy. The taste of her pussy. The feeling of running his tongue through her wet slit and feel the fragility of a woman’s cunt. Kiss her labia like he’d kiss her lips, love her womanhood as he does her mouth. Her feet. Her hair in his hands when she goes down on him.

Pressed against him, she whispers in his ear: “You know, you’re not the only man with a taste for man cum. One of these two men is going to swallow your load, now. It will be his first time too. Will you let me jerk you off in his mouth? Will you shoot your warm, delicious cum in his mouth?”