How I Learned I Was a Cumslut For Alex [F20 M20 F40] [Worship] [Cum] [Oral Sex] [Big Cock]

I mean, I remember Alex from like 15 years ago before he moved out of the neighborhood, but that was when we were just starting school. Our mom’s were always together and that meant we were too. I remember thinking we’d get married someday and have a big ice cream party. When they moved I cried and cried for, like, ever.

When I heard that he was coming back for the summer to stay with Maureen and me to save money for school, all I wanted to do was giggle and set up a tea party. But I played it soooo cool. For about 36 hours.

He started doing odd jobs around the neighborhood almost immediately… and it was just about 15 minutes later when phones started to ring about what the new pool boy was packing. Then Maureen and I saw him struggling to hide his hard-on while we watched TV one night. She and I both jerked off under blankets watching him finally cum all over the bottom of a throw cushion. You can read about that somewhere else, if you want. But between that and all the texts, Maureen and I were obsessed. And we had to get a look of our own at this cock.

It was the second or third evening he was here, when he walked past me on the way to the back deck and I couldn’t take my eyes off his shorts. The way they clung to him, the bulge right there, swinging with every step. I bit my lip and felt myself getting wet just watching him. My brain went fuzzy. All I wanted was to be close to that cock. Just for a minute. Or forever.

Maureen called, “Alex, come outside!”
He followed her voice, and I followed him, didn’t even think about it. Like my body moved on its own. My feet padded across the tile, my heart thumped in my chest, and the whole world felt blurry except his ass in those shorts and the promise of what was swinging around in front.

We got to the deck table. Alex stood there all awkward and shy, hands fidgeting, looking lost. Maureen sat with her wine, eyes sparkling. “Put your hands on the table, Alex,” she said, cool as anything.
I dropped to my knees under the glass top. I didn’t need Maureen to tell me to. My hands tingled, my mouth watered. My nipples were hard under my tank, poking through the thin cotton. I pinched one and shivered.

Alex’s thighs were right in front of me, close enough to feel the heat off his skin. His cock made a fat sausage under the shorts, solid and obvious. I could see the ridge of his head right there, and it wasn’t even hard. I wanted it…. I needed it! My pussy clenched, and my brain just emptied out.

He asked Maureen, all confused, “Am I… in trouble?”
I almost laughed, but it came out as a stupid, giggly whimper. “Yeah, Alex, we’re gonna put you in jail!” I said, but my voice cracked, all high and needy. I couldn’t stop giggling. My hand slid up his thigh, squeezed. He jumped, hips flinching, and I felt my pussy gush even more.

He caught my eye. Right there, under the table, those big brown eyes searching my face like he wanted to know what game we were playing. Poor, sweet, confused Alex.

I grinned up at him, bratty and desperate. Well, this is what you get for leaving me fifteen years ago**,** I thought, all heat and fizz. Now you have to give me your whole cock. Every inch. I’m not letting go until you do.

Maureen was speaking to him, whispering something about secrets and the neighborhood into his ear. I didn’t care what she was saying. I just wanted the shorts down. I needed it. The want was screaming in my head.

I played with his waistband, fingers trembling. The head of his cock was starting to swell, a dark spot of precum starting to seep through his shorts. I pulled his shorts down slowly, and his cocks started to appear. It just kept going, all thick and veiny, practically to his knees, then it sprung up and smacked against my cheek with a thick, sticky sound. I gasped and giggled. A hot streak of precum smeared across my chin. I shuddered and licked at it, salty and perfect, my eyes rolling back.

He was so hard already. So thick it made my hands look tiny. Veins bulged, the skin both tight and soft. I nuzzled under the shaft, rubbing my nose along the underside, breathing him in. My mouth hung open, drool already dripping down my chin. I didn’t care. I wanted to drown.

I wrapped both hands around him as best I could. My lips stretched and I slurped the head into my mouth, sucking, rolling my tongue over the slit. “Mmmglh!” Wet and sloppy. His hips jerked, and I gagged, pulling him deeper, more spit pouring down, coating my hands, my chin, his cock. Glonking, slurping, messy, so messy. My fingers pinched my nipple hard. It hurt, but I liked it.

I moaned around him, the sound buzzing up the shaft. “Mmmmmh, glphh, sshhllll.” His cock throbbed, leaking more, and I tried to swallow it all, desperate. I pressed my fingers to my cunt, rubbing through the wet cotton, hips rocking. I wanted him to feel how much I needed him.

Maureen moved behind him, her hands on his hips, then her mouth. She licked under his balls from behind. Kissed his ass, tongue clearly working somewhere I couldn’t see. Alex whimpered, a sharp, high sound, hips shaking. I took him deeper, throat stretching, spit bubbling, nose buried in his belly. “Guhhh—kkk—” My eyes watered, my face a mess.

His balls tightened in my palm. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, milking every drop I could get. I pulled off with a pop, sucked in air, then dove back down, drool everywhere, spit strings hanging from my lips. I heard myself moaning and couldn’t stop. “Hnnngh, sshlurp, mmmfhh.”

Maureen’s fingers pressed under his balls, working into his ass, and Alex’s whole body jerked. I glanced up, eyes blurry, and saw Maureen grinning, wild. She winked at me. I wanted to make her proud. I wanted to make him cum so hard he forgot his name.

He was close. I could feel it, his hips pumping, thighs trembling, cock burning on my tongue. I pulled off, mouth wide, tongue out, face up, begging. “Please, Alex… please… give it to me…”

He grunted, a broken sound, and then it hit. Hot ropes across my lips, my cheek, my nose, thick and salty, then more, splattering my chin, my tits. My jaw dropped, giggling, moaning, cum dripping down into my throat. I rubbed it in, smeared it everywhere, laughing and crying at the same time, empty-headed and stupid and so fucking happy.

He sagged forward, panting, cock throbbing slowly. I nuzzled it, licked the slit, cleaned every last drop, humming and slurping, “mmmmfphh, shhlup, nnnnhhh.” My face had to be a mess I thought, sticky, shiny, perfect.

Maureen stroked his back, her own fingers glistening. She smiled at me, and I beamed, still on my knees, still hungry and needy. My cunt was throbbing and my mind was blank except for the taste of him, the ache, the want.

And I wanted more. God I wanted more!

My knees ached, but I didn’t care. My face was slippery, lips tingling, spit and cum smeared all over my chin and neck. I stared up at Alex, grinning like an idiot, tongue out, drool stringing down to his cock. My whole head felt full of static, like my brain was packed with cum and sparkles and nothing else.

God, I was so fucking good. I was the best little cum-slut! Wasn’t I? My pussy throbbed every time I swallowed, every time I smeared another streak of him over my cheeks. “Mmmm, mmmh, fuuuuck,” I moaned, louder than I meant to, lost in it.

I hugged behind his thigh, nuzzled my nose right under his cock, licking what I could reach. I wanted every drop, every drop. His fingers tangled in my hair, clumsy, and I almost purred. “Yessss… I’m a good girl, good girl,” I whispered to myself, too dumb and happy to care if anyone heard.

Maureen’s hand slipped down my back, nails tickling. She leaned close, breath warm on my ear, voice soft but thick with heat. “You did so well, Mimi. He’s a mess. Look at him.”

I looked. Alex was drooping over the table, shaking, mouth open, eyes glassy. He looked ruined. I did that. Me!

My cunt pulsed. I rocked my hips, grinding my own hand against the mess in my shorts. “Am I a good girl, good girl…?” The words just spilled out, sloppy and high and sweet. I needed to hear them. I needed everyone to hear them.

“Oh, yes… You’re a very good girl! Isn’t Mimi a good little cum-slut, Alex?” she purred.

I licked the shaft one more time like a kitty, swallowed more cum, loving how thick and salty and sticky it was. “Thank you, thank you,” I burbled, not sure who I was talking to. Maureen, Alex, the world.

My whole body was buzzing. I was so empty, so floaty, like I could melt into the floor and be nothing but mouth and cunt and smile.

Maureen pulled me up, kissed me all over my face. I giggled, sticky between my thighs, face shiny with spit and cum. “What a good little slut!,” she said again. I almost cried, I was so happy.

I rubbed his cock against my cheek, nuzzling like a kitten. “More?” I asked, whining, not sure I’d ever be done.

Alex just groaned, his hand sliding in my hair. I licked his knuckles, eyes rolling, loving the taste of him everywhere, loving the way Maureen smiled at me, loving everything.

I was empty-headed, blissed out, hungry and happy and good. I was such a good cum-whore!

I didn’t want it to end.

I wanted to be like this forever. It was perfect!

And then the doorbell rang, somewhere far away, somewhere beyond the fizz between my ears and cum dripping from my lips.