The first time I met her, she came into my room, drunk and lost, in the wrong dorm completely. I was in front of my computer, getting some work done, but she had a different idea for me. She came into the room, and as I'd never met her before, I assumed she was here for my roommate, so I told her he wasn't in.
"That's good," she said, and closed the door behind her and locked it. I backed my chair up a little bit, and she put a leg over me and sat down, grinding me. She had a great face and a decent body. I just can't refuse a free fuck, and I hadn't shot my load for a number of days, so I was about due. It was midterms, so usually I took that as a good time to study and not party, but this girl definitely seemed like some stress relief to me.
I put my arms around the small of her back, and she shoved her tongue in my mouth. The grinding picked my cock up to ready-for-battle status, and I was eager to get it out of my jeans. I knew I wouldn't last long, and I knew I would dump out a large load.
I could smell - and taste - strong liquor on her breath. She slid off my body, onto her knees, and unzipped my jeans, clearly as eager as I was. She reached in through the hole of my boxers and exposed my whole package. My cock was solid. She slid her tongue over my balls, wetting them down. "Tell me when you're gonna cum," she said, slurring her words, and instantly made my dick disappear down her throat. She bobbed her head hungrily, like she hadn't had a meal in ages. I felt my dick slide down her esophagus and back up. Her bottom lip touched my ballsack, almost painfully slamming against it everytime she came back down. She sucked my cock fast, slurping and drooling, trying to gobble me down.
Now here comes the crazy part, but bear with me. When I knew that I wouldn't last another ten seconds, I said "I think I'm gonna-"... then she ripped her mouth away from my dick, and shoved her nose over my penis! She tried to lick my dick as best as she could with her nostril pressed hard onto my dickhead, almost like she was trying to shove it in. I would have stopped myself, but I had passed the point of no return and couldn't help but shoot my load right up her nose. I cranked out at least ten solid shots before I winded down, sending waves of cum up her nose. She seemed to take each convulsion like she was taking a drink, swallowing it down.
When I finished, she snorted the last driblets of cum off my dick and in her nose, making sure she got every last bit of it. When she was satisfied, she stood up and rubbed her nose like she'd been sniffing cocaine.
I was tired after pumping out so much cum, but I looked at the girl, and said "What was that all about?"
She smiled in a dazed sort of way, and just said "Thank you." She wandered out of the room, stumbling a little.
I sat back and watched her go, wondering why I had just jizzed up some random girl's nose. Not that I was complaining; I was just wondering why. No girl had ever before wanted to try something like that with me before. I suspected that she thought I was someone else. I let it be, put my penis back in my pants, and continued with my work.
I saw her the next day, just passing by on my way to class, and she stopped me and kissed me, and whispered "Be ready for next time." Even as drunk as she was that night, she remembered me well enough the next day.
I was surprised, but just smiled slyly, and said "When's next time?"
She took a pen and wrote on my hand, and said "As soon as you've got more for me."
"I've already got more for you," I said.
She smiled, but said "As soon as you've got as much as you did last night."
"Because I like it when they cum quick and have lots to give."
"Why do you like it like that? I mean, why did you take it up-"
"Shhh..." she whispered, and stuck her tongue in my ear. I felt a hard-on coming up, but I kept it down for decency. She put her hand on my crotch and gave it a squeeze, then left to wherever she was going.
She had written her number on my hand.
I decided that I would hold off creaming for the next few days, so I would be full for her, partly because she gave free head, and partly because I was still curious as to why she liked juice up the nose.
When I felt like I wouldn't be able to hold in another day, and I needed some release, I gave her a call. I asked her if she was in the mood, and she replied "Always." She told me where her room was, and I headed off.
When I got there the door was closed. I knocked loudly, and almost immediately the door flew open and she wrapped her arms around me. She pulled me inside, playing tonsil hockey, and kicked the door shut as soon as she could. She pulled me along to the center of the room, my dick already trying to escape from my jeans. She dropped to her knees, and pulled down my pants and boxers to the floor, eager to suck me off.
I took off my shirt, and she was already hard at work, stroking my dick and sucking my balls, licking my taint. I wanted this to happen quickly, because I was in the mood to get off, no time to feel good. Her tongue wetting down my ballsack felt so fucking good, I would've loved her to just lick my balls forever. But instead she quickly moved on, throwing herself on my cock, slurping and gobbling like her life depended on cock. This time, however, I wanted to be in control. I grabbed her ears and slammed her hard into me, over and over again, whipping her back and forth, jabbing her throat, making her drool oceans onto my nuts. She could barely breathe the way I pounded her face. The rest of her body was just limp; she dropped her hands and resigned to me fucking her throat, tossing her around like a doll. Her jaw was slack, drooling all over the place.
I felt myself about to cum, so I ripped her face away, and jammed my cock into her nose. I squirted my thick jizz up her nostril, and she gladly sucked it up like a happy bitch.
When I was done, I let go of her head, and she fell backwards, onto her ass. She breathed heavily, gasping.
When she seemed all set, I helped her up, and she nearly fell on me for support. She seemed almost dizzy-drunk again, so I sat her down on her bed, and pulled my pants back up. I put my shirt on and sat down on the bed with her.
"Are you alright?" I said.
She nodded and said "It was wonderful. Thanks."
"Yeah, but, you seem a little out there. Why... what does cum do to you?"
"Oh, this and that," she said, dazed. We sat in silence for a moment, then she said, "You shoot a big load. Do you like it when I give you head?"
Who wouldn't? I thought. "Of course I do," I said. I paused, then said "Why do you like giving head? And why... and why up the nose?"
She stared off into space for a moment, then said "I... Oh, I'm so high right now..."
"Cum makes you high?"
"Oh, you have no idea..." she trailed off, staring off into space, giggling every once in a while as if she were hallucinating.
I figured I could leave her alone on her bed, so I went to her laptop and tried searching for something dealing with cum acting like a drug. I didn't know if I would find anything, if it was unique to her, but she really couldn't tell me anything anyway.
I eventually found a medical site which actually had done studies on lots of different sexual things, and one of them was a study that found that of 384 women who tried an experiment involving snorting cum up their nose, six of them had seemingly drug-like reactions. It seemed like my cumcaine girl was not unique after all. Still, I had no idea how she found out that it was like that for her.
She seemed like a complete goner, so I wrote her a note that said that I wanted to talk when she was back to normal. I stuck it on her laptop and left the room.
The next morning she called me up, and we decided to meet to get coffee. When she met me outside the dorm, she came up to me with sad eyes. She held my hand and said "Are you upset with me?"
"No, of course not," I said, "I just want to talk. I'm just curious about you."
"Oh, don't tell me you want to get into a relationship with me. Finally I find a guy who is willing to cum up my nose, and he has strings."
"No, no! I don't want anything more than what we have. I just want to know about why you like it like that."
We started walking toward the Coffee 'n' Cream, one of the college's coffee shops, and she tried her best to explain. "It's just... Well, I don't really know why I like it... well, I know why, it's because I basically get high off cum. I know, it's weird. I don't know why it does that to me."
"I looked it up."
"Yeah. It's just a natural thing. Some people it does that to; most people it doesn't. What I really wanted to know is how you discovered that in the first place."
"I don't know, really. I guess it started when I was thirteen or fourteen, when I first started giving guys handjobs and blowjobs. I always kind of felt odd when they came, you know? The smell was just kind of... intoxicating. When I gave blowjobs, I didn't like the taste too much, so I just swallowed it down fast, and I realized it made me kind of high, just by drinking it."
"But then how... the nose thing?"
"That's a bit of a funny story. When I was fifteen, I had a boyfriend who was... a bit aggressive. He liked to be dominant in anyway he could. He loved to fuck me from behind, and gagged me with his dick, and sometimes choked me, and handcuffed me and all that stuff. He like to humiliate me however he could. I hated it, but he insisted that if our relationship was going to work out, I was to be his slave in bed. So one night he decided to gag me, tie my hands to the bedpost, bend me over, and fuck my ass. I'd never had anal sex before, so it hurt really, really bad. I cried, and my ass bled. He didn't use lube or anything. He just shoved his dick into me. It even took a while just for him to get it in. He just pressed hard against my asshole with his dick, trying to force his way in as painfully as he could. I tried to yell at him to stop, and I tried to scream, but I couldn't get the gag out of my mouth. When he finally got his cock in, he just went along like he was fucking my pussy. He tried to fuck me as fast as he could, trying to loosen me up. I bled all over the floor. I felt like I had to shit, and like my asshole was burning. He just kept fucking me. Then, when he was about to cum, he jumped on the bed and tried shoving his dick up my nose, shouting at me 'Smell it! Smell your shit!' He then came right up my nose. He had blood all over his dick, and yeah, it smelled like shit, too. I sniffed it all up, because I was so afraid. He didn't actually cum much, because he liked to fuck me at least once a night, so he never had much for me. But when I sniffed up what he gave me, I immediately fell into some kind of high. I couldn't smell the blood and shit anymore, and my ass didn't hurt. I felt relief. He talked to me, but I didn't really hear him. So he slapped me. He slapped my face, and my ass, but I didn't really feel any of it. Well, I kind of did, but I didn't really care. Eventually he realized I wasn't going to snap out of it, so he just left me there. I fell asleep high, just like that, so my parents found me in the morning, naked, tied to the bed, and still bleeding a little from my ass."
"That's so fucked up," I said. "Did your parents press charges against him or anything? I mean, he raped you!"
"No, no he didn't. I couldn't really be mad at him. I mean, he was my boyfriend at the time. I let him do what he wanted with me. And he helped me discover that I like to sniff cum."
"So what did that do to your relationships after that?"
"Usually guys were weirded out that I liked it like that, so at first we'd have sex like normal a few times, then I'd see if they were the experimental kind, and if so, I'd bring it up. Still, though, most guys were too conservative to try. So what I started to do was just give guys head, and sniff their cum without even letting them choose. Some guys think it's sick and just pull away, some guys do it, but then never want to do it again and give me weird looks when they see me, like I'm the weird girl, you know? Really, I don't see why it's that weird."
"It's not really weird," I said, "it's just unusual."
"That's what I think!" she said. "I'm glad you feel the same way. I hope we can keep doing it."
"Oh, we definitely can. I love your blowjobs."
"I like the way you handle me. After that boyfriend I told you about, I really started to get into being treated rough."
I thought it was good to know. I made a mental note of that. "One more thing: what made you go and find me out the other night?"
"Oh, well, I was drunk, and when I'm drunk I get more adventurous, so I went to a party that night, ended up getting pretty wasted, and started wandering around the dorms, looking for guys. I ended up finding quite a few, but none of them came in my nose, except three, including you, and you gave me the most cum. The other two guys that gave me some didn't give me very much, and by now I've done it so much that I need a lot more to get me high. Like I've built up a tolerance or something."
"Well, I'll try my best to give you all I've got."
She kissed me, and we went into Coffee 'n' Cream. We each got a frap and sat down at a table outside.
"So tell me," I said, "what do you like to do once you're high? I mean, it seems like all you do is sit there."
"Well, it really doesn't matter what I do, because I'm really off in my own world. I couldn't care less about what's happening to me."
"Anyone ever fucked you while you were high?"
"Oh, absolutely. But it's rare; usually guys shoot one load and call it quits. Only a few guys have ever fucked me after they already got off once."
"Do you like sex better when you're high?"
"Not really. I don't pay any attention, so it's not like I can really enjoy it or anything."
"So, if I were to cum in your nose some night, and then still wanted to go again, while you were high, would that be alright?"
"I wouldn't mind at all. If you still wanted to go again, you're welcome to. I think that if we're going to be fuck buddies, you should be able to do what you want."
"So do you enjoy getting high from cum more than sex, or would there be the possibility of having normal sex, then, as kind of a finale, I cum up your nose and get you high?"
"Well, I always want to get high," she said. "It's really kind of rare when I don't. I mean, I want to get high now, but of course that's just not gonna happen."
"Oh, I've never denied that."
"So then I imagine you would want to get high as soon as you could, and sex doesn't matter anymore?"
"Well, there's times I want to fuck, sure. But it does happen more rarely now. I mean, I really have to get turned on to be distracted enough from wanting to get high."
"What turns you on?"
She paused and thought about it. "Getting treated roughly kind of does, I guess. There really isn't much."
"Then is getting high on your mind 24/7?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"How do you concentrate on schoolwork?"
"It's really hard to do. But I really only have to worry when I have a woman for a professor. When I have a guy for a professor, I have sex with him to give me an A."
"Sounds like you're a whore."
"I don't mind. It is humiliating when you say it like that, but then again... I love humiliation."
I thought about fucking her for a moment, and I started to get horny. I said "You are a dirty fucking slut, aren't you?"
"Yes..." she said, and she stopped looking at me. I noticed that her hands dropped under the table. She was rubbing herself.
"We are going to fuck, you fucking whore. I'm gonna rape you like no tomorrow. And you won't be getting any cum from me, unless you can snort it out of your own pussy."
She whispered "Fuck me."
I got up and pulled her up from her seat almost violently, and led her back to the dorm, calling her names the whole way, humiliating her more, making her wet. I kept a firm grip on her and told her if she tried anything funny there'd by hell to pay.
I led her to her room, and pushed her violently to the floor. She nearly started crying, but I could tell her emotions were a mixture of sadness and pleasure. I started shouting at her, kind of hoping that the walls were better soundproofed than the walls in my room.
"You get undressed now, you goddamn whore! I wanna see your crab-infested cunt! Get a fucking move on!"
She undressed in front of me, in a display that looked like she was ashamed of her body, ashamed of what we were going to do. I took off my clothes, and stroked my dick while she put on her show.
"Now bend over, you bitch!" I commanded, and she did so, showing me her ass. I slapped her ass hard, again and again, leaving large red marks. She let out small sobs as I slapped her.
Her pussy, when I looked at it, was actually very clean. I was calling her dirty so much that I started to expect that she would be. It looked a little loose, but that was fine with me. My dick slid into her nice and smooth, and she was really wet. As I penetrated, she choked back another sob.
I fucked her hard, slamming into her from behind, making her rock. I slapped her ass from time to time, and even poked a couple fingers in every once in a while. She yelped when I did, but the pain seemed to just keep her juices flowing.
When I was ready to cum, I slapped her ass harder than ever, and she yelled in pain, and tightened her pussy around my cock. I slapped her again, and I felt that, as I was cumming in her, she was reaching an orgasm herself.
"That's what you get, you fucking bitch! You goddamned rotten slut!" I shouted at her. She came at the same time I did.
I then tossed her off balance, and she fell onto her side. I got to the floor and flipped her onto her back. I spread her legs wide, and then slapped her pussy. She screamed, and I slapped it again, making her clit sting. I slapped her face, and said "Yeah, you fucking take it like the dirty fucking whore you are. You deserve to die!"
She hid her eyes behind her hand, and cried. I continued to slap her clit for over a minute, until finally I got tired of doing it.
I said, "Just remember you're a fucking slut, and you deserve everything you get."
I stood up, then gave her a swift kick in the groin. She shrieked and covered her pussy with her hands.
I put my clothes back on, and watched her lay there in total shame, crying.
I left the room, and went back to my own, letting her be by herself.
When I got in my room, my roommate was there, writing a paper. I sat down at my desk, and tried working, but I found myself too distracted, wondering if I had caused the girl any real physical harm.
After fifteen or twenty minutes, she came in, now fully dressed again, no longer sobbing, but still looking like she had. She sat on my lap, and kissed me hard. My roommate just stared at us. I'd never introduced them, so he didn't know what to think.
She whispered in my ear, "You made me cum."
"I know," I whispered back, and we went back to kissing.
After a while, she said "I have to get to class now," and got off me and left.
"Who was that?" my roommate asked.
"No one I know," I lied.
"I wish that shit would happen to me," he said, "just having some random chick walk in and starting making out."
"Dude, you already got a girlfriend."
"Yeah, but it would be awesome anyway. It's been two months already and she still doesn't want to have sex. The most she'll do is blow me."
"Why don't you go down on her sometime? That might open her up a bit."
"I offered. She said she doesn't feel right. She doesn't want to expose herself to me yet."
"You haven't even seen her naked?"
"Not at all!"
"Is she a virgin or something?"
"She says she's not, but then I don't see what her problem is."
I hesistated, then said, "Well, don't take my word for it, but there's something you just mind be able to do that could loosen her up to the idea... No guarantees, but it's something you might want to consider..."
"I'll do fuckin' anything to get this girl to take off her panties."
Then I told him what to try, as cautiously as possible. He seemed skeptical, so I showed him the website I had found, and he ultimately agreed to at least bring it up to her.
A few days later, just as I was getting the itch to call up my fuck buddy, and help her get high, my roommate came in, and said to me "Dude, you weren't fuckin' kidding about that! I asked her to try it out, and after I explained it enough to her, about what you said it's like, she said she'd try it! Turns out it worked, buddy, it fuckin' worked!"
"Yeah? What happened?" I asked, eager to hear this story.
"She gave me a blowjob, and I jizzed in her hand, and she gave it a snort, and she instantly zoned out! It was like she suddenly became a fuckin' vegetable. She didn't care about anything I did, barely even listened to me, so I took her clothes off and ate her out. She didn't even respond to me at first, but after a while she snapped out of it, and then she started to get wet, and damn, man, I finally found out she's a moaner! I got her to cum, alright, and now she feels comfortable with everything."
"Gotta say, you got lucky. Not all girls react that way. Even the fact that she was willing to give it a try was pretty unbelievable."
"Well, she swallows anyway, and she has tried stuff like coke before, so she decided it wasn't all that gross or anything."
"Wait, if she likes drugs, why didn't you try something simple like weed to loosen her up in the first place?"
"She's tried drugs, but she never really liked them. She doesn't even want to sniff cum again, but she's so glad that it did loosen her up. She says she feels so much more comfortable now."
I heard the door open, and my roommate's girlfriend came in. They hugged and kissed, which I was impressed with, because she never liked showing public affection before.
She whispered something to him, and he said to me "Hey, do you mind if we used the room for a little while?"
"Not at all. I was just about to go somewhere anyway."
He winked at me, and I left the room. I was happy for him, but I turned my thoughts back on my fuck buddy, and thought about squirting up her nose.
I went to her room and knocked. There was no answer, so I took a peek inside. She had no top on, and she was sitting on the floor, staring off into space. I sat down next to her and said "Someone just get you high?"
"Yeah..." she sighed.
I couldn't be angry with her, of course, because I knew that she wasn't exclusively mine. If she could find someone else who could also get her high, good for her. But I still wanted to cream.
"Do you want some more?" I said.
It took her a while, but she replied with "Oh, I don't mind."
I smiled, and looked over her. At first I had thought about just getting some head, but now that she was like this, I wondered if I could do something else with her, more my way. I'm really not the type of guy for humiliating girls, so I thought this would be a good opportunity to be able to have sex without having to role-play.
"Would you be able to do something for me?" I asked her.
She continued to stare off into space, not looking at me. She said "I could."
"Can you do something physical? That involves you having to do something?"
I remembered back to when she licked my balls the first time, and I remembered how good it felt. I wanted to try it again. "Could you give me a handjob and lick my balls?"
"Yeah... I could."
"Thanks," I said, and kissed her gently, more sensuous than we'd ever before kissed.
I took my pants and boxers off, and got her into a position where she was lying on her stomach, with her face right in front of my dick. I guided her hand to my dick, and directed her to start licking and jerking. She hesistated at first, then stuck her tongue out and passed her tongue under my balls. The heat of her soft breath warmed my sack, and her tongue wet it down. She licked me like an envelope.
She slowly jerked me off, and I wished she had two mouths, so she could keep licking my sack and sucking my dick and the same time. Her tongue on my balls felt so unbelievably good, I could've had her lick my sack forever. But now was the time to get off, so after long enough I told her to change and suck my dick instead, and she obliged. This time, though, she really just put my dick head in her mouth, and explored it with her tongue, gently massaging it.
I knew I would cum soon, and I wanted to do it in her mouth, but I decided I would be nice and keep my word. I said "Are you ready for some more cum?" and gently pressed the tip of my cock against her nose. I shot off my load, and spasm after spasm of hot cum shot up her nose. She sniffed it up, but without as much force as she normally did. She seemed to take it almost nonchalantly.
When I was done, she seemed even more spaced out than ever. It took her a while before she could even draw out the words "Most cum... most high... I've ever been..."
I picked her up and laid her down on her bed. I put my pants back on, and said to her "Close your eyes." She took a minute, but eventually followed my command. "Get some sleep," I said, and then I left the room.
The next day I went to see how she was doing, and when she opened the door, she didn't seem too spaced out as much as exhausted.
"How are you doing?" I said.
She let me in, and said "I'm doing good. I'm still...I'm still feeling it from yesterday. I mean, it's the most I've ever had, between you and the other guy that came by before you..."
"But I want to thank you. So far you've got me to orgasm and you've got me higher than I've ever been. I think that if you ever want to do anything, anything with me at all, you can. You don't have to humiliate me if it's not your thing. It didn't seem like it from yesterday-"
"You remembered?" I asked.
"I remember everything when I'm like that. It's kind of funny. But yeah, any time you want, and even if that means I don't get as much cum from you anymore, I think it's worth it for you. You are a great guy for being able to do all those things to me... for me."
"Oh, don't tell me you like me now," I joked.
She laughed a little, but it was a sobering laugh. "Anytime, anyway you want, you're welcome to it."
"Thanks," I said, "I appreciate it."
"It's not often I do that, because usually I just use guys for the cum. I really just don't know any other way to say thank you."
"Trust me," I said, "it is definitely a great thank you present. You're a great looking girl."
She smiled, and kissed me. Not the hard, fuck-me way she preferred, but in a calmer, more respective way that let me know that she really did appreciate me. She wasn't thinking about getting cum at that moment, she just wanted me to be happy. And I was. I was happy for myself, and for her, and even for my roommate and his girlfriend. I was just happy.
And as much as I wasn't in the mood, as happy as I was in the moment, I decided that I would risk spoiling the moment for her.
I said "You're offering your body to me like a god damn piece of meat, and I'm gonna treat you like one." I put my hand on her crotch, and rubbed her through her jeans. I slapped her pussy hard, twice, then pulled down her jeans and panties and slapped it again, now bare. She whimpered, but I felt that she was wet. I pulled her shirt over her head, and covered her face. "You're nothing but a fuck vessel, something to jizz in when I feel like it, when anyone feels like it, and you're just gonna sit there like you're dead and take it."
I tossed her to the ground and propped her ass in the air. She let me put her in whatever position I wanted. I spead her legs a little and slammed my fingers into her cunt. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick and balls out. I stroked my dick to get it hard, in my mind imagining a totally different scenario, but still calling her a useless slut in reality. I was doing this for her.
When I got my erection going, I shoved my dick hard into her pussy, making her nearly topple over. I pounded her hard and fast, and I could hear her sobbing softly through the shirt over her face. I shouted "Shut the fuck up!" and stomped on her face with my shoe. She tried to be quieter in her weeping, and I tried to ignore it. I kept slamming her as hard as I could.
"You're fucking loose-ass cunt ain't doing shit for me. What fucking good are you?" I shouted at her. I reached under her and pinched her clit as hard as I could. She shrieked, and her sobs came louder again. "I need something tighter, you whore!" I shouted, and with that, I jammed my cock into her ass. Her juices had made my cock slippery enough to slide in her asshole without too much effort. I just forced it hard enouh to break through, and then the rest of my dick slid right in, balls deep. She cried, and coughed, but her pussy dripped onto the rug. She was loving it. She was in horrible pain, and I was humilating her non-stop, but she was loving it. That fact was really what kept me going. I knew that beyond the role-playing, I was doing this for her.
I slapped her ass as I fucked it, making her cheeks bright red. I fucked her ass long enough until it was just a gaping hole, then I moved back into her cunt. As I fucked her I spit into her open asshole, and shoved my fingers deep into it. I put three fingers, four, then finally jammed my whole hand into her ass. She screamed and cried, and her ass started to bleed. She'd never had a hand in her ass before. I twisted my hand around inside her, moving my fingers, making her asshole as big as I could. Her cunt tightened around my dick, and she orgasmed, soaking my cock in her cum. I held my dick in place and continued to fist fuck her ass, pushing my hand deeper into her. Her pussy locked onto my dick, as if she never wanted to let it go, and her whole body shook in her orgasm. Even her bleeding sphincter tightened around my fist to lock it in place.
I continued to shout obscene names at her, and it only made her orgasm last longer. With my free hand, continued to slap her ass and pinch her clit.
When her orgasm finally subsided, I ripped my hand out of her ass. It had bloodstains and shit stains on it. I rolled her over onto her back, lifted her legs up, and fucked her pussy. I squeezed her tits and pinched and slapped her nipples with my dirty hand, staining her tits red and brown. Blood was getting everywhere, and it started to smell bad. Her chest jumped in little jolts as she continued to sob through the shirt over her head, shaking her head and gasping little pleas to stop.
Now it had gone too far. There was no way I was going to get off from this, and she already had. It was smelling bad, and there were bloodstains on my clothes.
I slowed down and stopped. I removed the shirt from her face, which I didn't even want to see. Tears and mucus streamed down her face. She sniffled, and covered her face with her hands.
I was in shock, really. There's no other way to put it. I thought I had done this girl some serious physical harm. Even some serious psychological harm.
I leaned in, and asked her if she was alright. Still crying, she wrapped her arms around me and held me to her. I laid on top of her silently for what felt like forever, waiting for some sign that she was alright, waiting for her to stop crying. And eventually she did, choked back her last tears and sniffled up her last sniffles, and kissed me. Sensuously. While I liked the way she kissed, with all the mucous on her face, and how devestated she looked, I just could get nothing out of it. In fact, it digusted me.
"That was so painful," she said, "but it felt so wonderful."
"Are you sure you're alright?" I said.
"Yes. I'll just take a shower, and I'll be fine. You should change your clothes."
I got off of her, and pulled her up gently. I helped her along to the shower, and I took off my clothes and we both got in. We washed each other, making sure that the stink of blood and shit was off of both of us.
"I'm sorry you didn't cum," she said while she cleaned my cock thoroughly.
"I don't know... you made me cum like I never have before. Nothing has ever topped what you did. Sure, my butt will bleed for a couple of days, but it was so worth it. And yet, you just didn't cum once."
"It's not your fault," I said.
"It is," she said firmly. "You want me to climax, so you do so much that you don't want to do just to do that for me, and then I look so disgusting to you that you can't get off."
"No, it's not your fault at all. We're fuck buddies. That's what we do. I want this relationship to continue, so I do this for you."
"But you shouldn't. You shouldn't have to do this for me. Fuck buddies are good in bed together. It's like we're good in bed, but separately. We're not fuck buddies. We're just some skewed version of the term."
"But it's okay."
"No, it's not."
"It is," I said, taking ahold of her. "I think what we have is great."
"It's not fair to you."
"How is it not fair?"
"It's not fair that you have to go to great lengths to please me, while I don't do much at all."
"But that's the way it is in any hetero relationship. All guys have to work hard and learn how to eat pussy well, and find the g-spot, and all that, and a girl just needs to be there, and have an orifice ready, or even just a hand sometimes."
"I just feel useless."
"You're not useless," I said, and kissed her. We hugged, then I turned off the shower. We got out and dried off. I grabbed my clothes and said, "When you heal, call." I kissed her again, and left in her towel, clothes in hand.
When I got back to my room, I found the door locked, and moaning coming from inside. My roommate wasn't done yet with his girl. I chuckled, and with no place else to go, went back up to my fuck buddy's room.
When she answered the door, she giggled at me. I said "My roommate's a little busy."
"Come on in," she said. She let me in and I put my clothes on her floor.
She was now fully dressed and just brushing her hair. I assume she stemmed the flow by shoving a cuntrag up her ass or something, but I didn't bother to ask. Instead we talked about other things, movies and stuff, until I noticed that it had fallen dark and probably enough time had passed for me to leave again.
When I got back to my room the second time, my roommate and his girlfriend were gone. I was able to change into clean clothes, and do some work, putting my cumcaine girl out of my mind.
Two days later she came by my room while my roommate was out with his girlfriend. She sat on my lap, straddling me, and started grinding me. It seemed as though this would be a normal routine.
"How's everything going?" I asked, helping her take off her shirt.
"Everything's going great," she said, and shoved her tongue in me.
When I got a breath, I said, "How's your ass?"
"All better. But that's not what I want right now."
"I know what you want."
"Do you have enough to give?"
"The question is," I said, "which do you really enjoy more? Do you like it better when you're high, or do you like it better when I make you cum?"
"Don't talk. Just let me handle everything thing."
"No. Stop," I said. "I want you to stop and thnk about it. It seems to me like you have an addiction. I really don't want to be a part of it if you have an addiction. I'd rather help you get out of it. I worry it might be doing something harmful to you. That's why I try to make you cum when we fuck: so you can get this off your mind."
"You don't want to give me any? It's your business," she said, and she immediately got off me, grabbed her shirt, and left the room. I shouted after her that she was a dirty slut, but she didn't stop or even hesitate, but just went on her way. I let her be. I figured I'd make it up to her later.
But we never spoke again. She was found the next day in her room, in a catatonic state, having apparently snorted up eight full loads of cum. She had gotten every guy she could that was willing and rumor had it that she had been gangbanged. If I knew she wanted to get so much, I would have tried to stop her. Just having two full loads made her spacey for a day, and I think that eight loads might have caused permanant damage. I visited her once in the hospital, but she was nothing but a vegetable. All she could do was sniffle every once in a while, like she was still doing cumcaine.