"Cum-fusion" Part 1

Her mother tried to teach her the typical, useful things all moms instill
in their daughters as they move from childhood to adults. Dawn remembered
the words of wisdom her mother shared with her when she was younger and
recalled one in particular that now made her chuckle whenever she thought
about it: "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach!" Maybe useful
advice at one time, but she knew now from personal experience never taught
to her by her mother, something that shook the very foundation of the
maxim.

The reality was much more simple, direct and true. A man, any man, would
pass on dinner to have his cock sucked. It seemed all of her female friends
knew it too, but once married, didn't seem to do it all that much any more
and she didn't understand why. For her, the taste and feel of a cock in her
mouth was an obsession to the point of being a fetish. The searing cum
flowing into her mouth and down her throat turned her on almost as much as
the men she was getting off were turned on by it. For the men, it was
something they all seemed to love, but there was another side to it she
would come to learn. It could and did have a fetish aspect to it for them,
too.

It wasn't the fact she swallowed, although she never heard any complaints
about that. It was something else she never understood, but first learned
of watching adult movies. Without fail, it seemed almost every time the man
was ready to come, whether it was in the woman's pussy or mouth, he would
pull out and shoot his hot load of juice on the young starlet's face, tits
or stomach. For Dawn, the real joy was in swallowing it down, but there
must have been some kind of appeal to what she was watching time and again.
After all, she believed the movies were made primarily for men. She didn't
know if it was the degradation it was supposed to conjure up in the minds
of men, or the feeling of power they must of felt. Still, while she saw it
over and over again in the movies, no man had ever asked to do it, nor even
tried to do it, until she got out of college and was dating a man she
worked with it that her real education began.

Even then, it was accidental. Her lips loosened as she sucked the head of
his cock in her mouth. Her agile fingers worked the shaft in perfect rhythm
with her mouth moving up and down the smooth shaft of his cock.
Repositioning herself as her mouth artfully glided up and down his cock,
wet from the saliva in her mouth, he moved at the same time. His cock broke
free from the confines of her fucking, sucking mouth, and slipped from her
fingers just as he came. His hot cum splattered against her face and in her
hair.

Surprised, she let out a gasp that changed to a whimper of delight. It did
feel good, but the whimper was more effect than anything else. It was
something she remembered from the movies she had seen. She looked up at him
and could see the look of ecstasy in his eyes and on his face as he watched
the cum slowly drip down from her face to her tits. There was nothing
depraved in his manner. Quite the opposite it seemed to her. There was new
look of hunger and desire in his eyes. Yet, under other circumstances, it
would have been a decadent experience for her; but that look, his look,
excited her.

She felt slutty, the very impression of the women she had after seeing them
in the movies. Surely it was meant to be slutty and yet, in it's own way,
titillating. For her and her lover, the sexual experience was supposed to
be pleasurable for both of them, not just to satisfy her insatiable desire
to taste cum. Remembering what she had seen, and looking at her lover's
cock, some of his hot juice still resting on the head and starting to slide
slowly down the sides, she took his cock in her hands and pulled it up
wiping it through the thick, white covering, swirling the cockhead around
her face before taking it into her mouth savoring what was left of the
creamy offering she found so delicious.

There was no doubt her boyfriend loved the visual experience, his still
rock hard cock giving her all the evidence she needed to know that. But,
for reasons she never understood, it didn't happen again. She wanted it to,
but at point in her life lacked the confidence in herself to tell him. She
had the power to make it happen, but he didn't push it, so she didn't
either. She had a new found interest and it was one that could satisfy a
man wanting to squirt his hot cum on her and still fulfill her ravenous
need to drink down the tasty treat. If it heightened the experience for the
man she was with, then she knew it would do the same for her. Suffice to
say, making love was intended to be one of mutual satisfaction.

The relationship continued for several months before she was transferred
out west. She hated the thought of leaving him, her family, friends and
home, but it was time for new adventures. On the other hand, the state she
was going to seemed so distant, not only in distance, but her impression of
the people there made her wonder how she would fit in with what she
considered to be a conservative state. She really only knew two things
about Utah. It was a desert area and the state was known for an unusual
religious sect unique to the state. She had little knowledge of except it
seemed so forthrightly moral.

#

It was her first day on her new job and she was determined to make a good
impression. She had only arrived a few days earlier and still believing the
moral code to be influenced by the church that dominated her new home, and
her belief it was a conservative state, she dressed, for the most part,
based on those perceptions. A white dress just below her knees covered the
one feature of her body she liked best. At 5-7, 120 pounds, she was leggy
and slender, but it was less noticeable in the longer than typical dress
she would have chosen. Her upper body was covered in a light blue sweater
bunched up at her waist. Her long, reddish hair streaked with blonde
normally fell below her shoulders. Not this day; this day she wore it
pulled up. The normally statuesque woman had a serious librarian look to
her. The one, she thought, that removes her glasses and lets her hair fall
seductively over her shoulders as she licks her lips in eager anticipation
while she waits for what she wants more than anything in the world. In
Dawn's case, it was the cock in her mouth she craved so much.

For the next four days she continued to dress conservatively. She didn't
seem to be making friends and that fact alone puzzled her. She had been
animated in her conversations, listened intently to what others had to say
and laughed when appropriate. She also knew that despite what she wore, it
had to be evident to the men that underneath the modest clothing was a
sleek, sexy body. She sat quietly, by herself, those first four days alone
in the company cafeteria having lunch. It wasn't until the the last day of
the work week a man she had seen from time to time came over and asked if
he could sit down to join her.

His name was Rick. He was a few years older than her and had been with the
company for almost five years now. He was an interesting man to listen to.
He could be carefree and even sophomoric one minute and so serious the
next. For her part, she was content to just to have someone to listen to
instead of eating in stone-cold silence. Sometimes his words were careless
but she met his comments with a sociable, cheerful tone. As she studied the
man that joined her, the one thing she knew is that while he wasn't timid,
he certainly wasn't arrogant either. It was his self-confident manner she
liked best about him and was sorry to see lunch end so quickly.

#

Returning to work the next week, she changed her appearance, but not much.
She let her long, curled hair hang down over her shoulders. A shorter,
tighter skirt she had picked up over the weekend greeted her fellow
employees now. A blouse with ruffled sleeves, tucked into the skirt,
defined her small waist. No one said anything to her except Rick when she
walked by his office. "You look nice today," was all he said, but she
appreciated someone noticing. Just before lunch, he came to her desk and
asked if she would join him for lunch again. She graciously accepted his
invitation.

Over the next couple of weeks they ate lunch together everyday. She was
tempted to invite him to her apartment for dinner, but still, in the back
of her mind, her preconceived notions about her new locale held her back,
and besides, she didn't want to seem to forward. So, she decided to wait
for him to make the first move, but it didn't come. Instead, they continued
having lunch and talking everyday. She wasn't sure how it happened but kind
of expected it when the talk turned sexual. Nothing overt or lewd at
first-it just somehow came up.

The days continued to pass and she couldn't understand why he still hadn't
asked her out. The sexual banter kept up becoming more intense and finally,
unwilling to wait any longer, she invited him over for dinner. She was
stunned by the almost complaisant look on his face when she asked.

"Listen, I didn't mean to offend you," she told him.

"No, you didn't, it's just that, well..."

"Well what?"

"Dawn, you seem like a nice person. I have certain things I like when it
comes to women. Some people would think it's kind of quirky, or kinky is
probably a better way to describe it I suppose. You know, I come over for
dinner, one thing leads to another and bam, it hits you like a ton of
bricks!"

"Rick, I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

"I'm talking, let me frank here, about sexual things. Things I like but
most women don't."

"Well, it was just for dinner, but like what?"

"Things I don't think you'd be comfortable hearing, not right now, not
here."

It was the "kinky" that had caught her attention. "Rick, anything is okay
with me!" she said, her choice of words and tone of voice sounding
provocative.

He looked at her closely, studying her eyes and facial expression. Finally,
he spoke, "It's about fantasy, Dawn, and to talk about it, I'd have to be
pretty graphic."

"Like I said, anything is okay with me." There was a coyness to her voice
he enjoyed.

"Tell you what, it's Friday. If you're interested in talking about this,
this isn't the place. Meet me tomorrow at the reading room of the library
down on fifth and main...you know where it's at?"

"Yeah, I've had a lot of free time to roam around. What time?"

"Say about one, but be prepared to tell me about your fantasies first, it
might make it easier for me."

All of a sudden the man with so much poise seemed intimidated. "I'll be
there," she told him. "I'll tell you some stuff that'll curl your toes!"

"Yeah, right. If you change your mind, it's okay. I'll be there either
way."

Lunch ended and she returned to her desk to finish up for the day. Leaving
for home, normally she would see Rick when she left. Oftentimes they took
the elevator down together. For whatever reasons, he was absent this
particular afternoon. Going home, she thought about the conversation. Maybe
there was something mysterious about this man she didn't want to know, but
she knew her curiosity was aroused and she'd be at the library the next
day. She wasn't so sure she had anything to tell him that would curl his
toes though.

#

She woke up early the next morning wondering what kind of debauchery was
going through his mind, and questioned even more why she had to go first.
He was the one that had brought it up. The morning dragged on, but she
slowly got ready to leave. Today, she could be more bold in her appearance
and behavior. Her long hair hung over the soft material a low-cut sweater.
She toyed with the idea of jeans that hung low on her hips, but opted for a
shorter skirt than she would have ever worn at work. A pair of short-heeled
shoes and she was off to the library.

As promised, Rick was in the reading room glancing at some magazines.
Looking up he saw her stride gracefully over toward him. "Man, you do look
stunning dressed like that," he said.

"You like do you?" she teasingly asked.

"Yeah, you look absolutely sexy and beautiful in that outfit!"

"Thanks. Wish I could wear something like this to work occasionally," she
responded.

"No, wouldn't be a good idea, trust me on that one."

"I do trust you, Rick. So, what do we talk about?"

"Sexual fantasy and fulfillment, but you go first."

Dawn surveyed the room to make sure no one close enough to hear her. She
had made her mind up she would tell him and be as bold and brazen about it
as she could. She didn't want to turn him off, but by now, she suspected it
wouldn't.

"Okay Rick, if you're sure you're ready for this!"

"Go for it! Nothing you could ever say is going to shock me," he assured
her.

"Okay then, here's the bottom line. I love to suck cock. Back home I just
couldn't get enough. More than that, I love cum! I like the texture of it,
the fragrance and I especially like the taste. I like to swallow it down.
And something else, and this all happened by accident, but there's more."

"You're sounding good to me so far, what else?"

"Sometimes, you know like in porn movies, well, I like to have a guy squirt
on me. Actually, it's only happened once, but I really liked it and I've
been waiting for it to happen again." For a moment Rick was quiet. She had
an uneasy feeling now as he sat quietly staring at her. Maybe she had
shocked him, or worse, maybe even appalled him by her candor about a
subject so strange. He finally, after what seemed like an eternity, spoke,
but just one word.

"Where?"

That was it, he just wanted to know where. She could feel her face get hot
and knew her cheeks were turning crimson. "On my face, in my hair, on my
tits!" she blurted out. "There, now it's your turn." She wanted to
continue, but couldn't. She knew all of a sudden she sounded a little more
sheepish. There was look of astonishment on his face and more silence. It
was a silence that was deafening to her.

"Well, it sounds like you and me would get along great. I like to fuck,
don't misunderstand me, but I like to watch myself come. I don't know what
it is, but I like to see my cock squirt."

Now it was her turn, "Where?"

"Same things you were talking about. Face, tits, stomach. I guess that's
why I really like to tit fuck...ever do that?"

She could feel a tingling in her pussy as they spoke. "No, but I'd like to
try that some time. Why do you like it so much?"

"Because I can watch the head of my cock slip just inside a woman's mouth
and when I come, well...I can watch it! It's the best position for that,
you know."

"Why do you think some men like to do that?" she asked him earnestly. "You
know, squirting on a woman's face and stuff."

"Don't have a clue. Not even sure how many guys like it although by the
movies you were talking about, there must be some, well quite a few I
guess."

"So, what do you think?"

"About what?" he asked her.

"About you and me, you know, doing that."

"Me fucking your tits!" The excitement in his voice was evident now.

"Yeah."

"Anytime you want it baby, I'm here!"

"How 'bout now! We can go to your place or mine," she offered.

"Let's go to your place."

Leaving together he held her hand as they walked to his car. She felt a
warm, glowing feeling spreading from her pussy throughout her body thinking
about him fucking his cock between her supple tits and then enjoying the
taste of his cum.