There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old. This story directly relates to my previous story, Mom's First, Blind, Internet Date.

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Mother & Son Have Oral Sex, Ch. 03

Like mother like son, son's girlfriend dumps him when he refuses to eat her squirting pussy after mother's dumps her blind date for forcing to suck his cock.

Continued from Chapter 02:

A frightful failure for him, especially when he was thinking more about having sex with his mother than with his girlfriend, sometimes he gave Ginger an orgasm with his cock but most times he didn't. Most times, too busy thinking about having sex with his mother, whenever he thought of having sex with his mother while having sex with Ginger, he'd be sexually excited enough to give his girlfriend an orgasm. Only, when he fell out of his sexual fantasy of having sex with is mother instead of his girlfriend, along with his cock softening, his sexual excitement waned for Ginger. Obviously, held hostage by his incestuous, sexual fantasy for his mother, he more wanted to have sex with his mother than he wanted to have sex with his girlfriend.

With him not wearing a condom, not wanting to take the chance of getting her pregnant, even though she was on the pill, he always withdrew himself from inside of her before cumming. Just as he didn't trust birth control pills and/or trust her to remember to take one, he hated condoms. Needless to say, with the fantasy of having sex with his mother temporarily over, he always withdrew himself before giving her an orgasm. Had he worn a condom, able to stay inside of her longer, perhaps she'd have more orgasms too. Obviously, just as he didn't want to get Ginger pregnant, he didn't want to be obligated to marry her.

Only it didn't feel as good when fucking her while wearing a condom than it did when fucking her when not wearing a condom. Besides, the condom interfered with his imagined image of having sex with his mother. With his mother's tube tied, she could no longer get pregnant and if he was to have sexual intercourse with her, he wouldn't need to wear a condom. With her sucking him to completion and with him not always giving her a sexual orgasm, no doubt having him as a boyfriend was sexually frustrating for her as it was guilt ridden for him.

Every time he was with her, she sucked him dry and licked him clean while staring up at him with her pretty face and her big, beautiful, blue eyes. Every time he was with her, he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his cum. Only with all of the times he was with her, with his mother constantly intruding upon his sexual and romantic thoughts, he seldom returned the sexual favor by giving his beloved girlfriend oral sex. Moreover, to make his sexual matters worse, as much as he professed to love Ginger and as much as he loved her blowjobs, he hated going down on her and eating her pussy.

No doubt, if he loved eating Ginger's pussy as much as she seemingly loved sucking his cock, he'd be thinking of licking his mother's cunt every time he licked his girlfriend's cunt. For sure, even with him imagining his mother was blowing him, he loved humping Ginger's mouth and fucking her face while feeling her big tits whenever she was blowing him. That was a given. Only with him not returning the sexual favor by eating her as much as she blew him, and with his mother constantly and continuing intruding about his sexual thoughts, he was jeopardizing his relationship with his girlfriend.

Even though she was exceptional at sucking his cock and gave him the best blowjobs he ever had, he seldom returned the favor. Even though she always got him to cum, leaving her sexually frustrated, he didn't always get her to cum. Denying her the same sexual pleasure that she gave him, he failed her as a lover. By thinking more of having sex with his mother than with her, he failed her as a boyfriend.

Only, this time was different. Finally done with always getting her boyfriend to cum, obviously Ginger wanted to cum too. Instead of putting her off as he was usually able to do, this time no ands, ifs, buts, or maybes, Ginger wanted him to eat her cunt. In the way she always went down on him, she wanted him to go down on her. She wanted him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. Moreover, she didn't want him to stop until she had an orgasm from him giving her oral sex.

Chapter 03:

Calling him out on his selfish, sexual behavior, Ginger wanted Michael to get her to cum too. She wanted him to eat her. She wanted him to lick her as much as she sucked him. Why not? She was just as horny as he was, if not more. In the way she always gave him an orgasm and allowed him to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum, he seldom gave her one. He seldom allowed her to cum in her mouth. Unless by accident before spitting her ejaculation out of his mouth, he never swallowed her. If anything, he owed her an oral orgasm, lots of oral orgasms, as many oral orgasms as she gave him.

This time, instead of him saying he was too tired and ready to fall asleep after she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, she wanted him to reciprocate the oral, sexual favor of eating her pussy. This time, she wanted him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy until she had her oral orgasm. This time, Ginger wanted Michael to eat her and not stop eating her until she had an oral orgasm with his mouth and with his fingers. This time, instead of leaving her sexually frustrated, in the way that he always ejaculated in her mouth, she wanted to ejaculate in his mouth too. In the way she swallowed his cum, she wanted him to swallow her cum too.

"Now that I blew you and now that you ejaculated your cum in my mouth and I swallowed your cum, I need you to get me off too, Michael. I need you to lick my pussy while fingering my pussy. In the way I always give you an orgasm with my mouth, I need you to give me an orgasm with your mouth too. I need to cum in your mouth. Eat me, Michael. Eat me. Lick my pussy. Make me cum," said Ginger staring at him with her baby blues.

Stalling for time, so odd that he wouldn't be thrilled to return the oral, sexual favor of giving his girlfriend orgasmic pleasure too, he tried to think of what else he could do to get out of eating her pussy. He tried to think of what else they could do besides him giving her oral sex and her cumming in his mouth. An odd thing for a man not to want to give his beloved girlfriend oral sex at a time like this, he desperately tried to think of anything that would hopefully distract her from wanting him to eat her cunt.

Even though he loved her, he didn't love going down on her, an understatement. Even though he loved her, he hated eating her pussy. Even though he loved her, something he hated to admit even to himself, he became physically ill when she ejaculated in his mouth. There was no way that he'd ever enjoy eating her pussy.

"I'm tired," he said feigning a loud yawn. "Let's watch some TV or we can play a game. How about a drink? We can for out for a drink. Would you like to do that?"

As if her face was a kaleidoscope and her internal bellwether as to how she felt, she looked at him with a face full of changing emotions. She looked at him with horniness and hopefulness before looking at him with sadness that turned into anger. It was obvious that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. It was obvious that she wouldn't listen to any more excuses. She wanted him to eat her.

"No, I don't want to watch television, play a game, or go out for a drink. I want you to eat me, Michael. Eat me. You never eat me. Lick my pussy. Make me cum with your mouth and with your fingers. In the way you exploded your cum in my mouth and splashed it against the back of my throat, I need to cum in your mouth too," said Ginger. "Lick me. Lick my pussy, Michael. I'm so horny, please eat me. Please? I beg you to eat me," she said. When he didn't respond, she asked the million-dollar question. "Why won't you eat me?"

He loved her, he really did. He loved everything about her. He loved her long, lush, red hair as much as he loved her big, expressive, blue eyes, and her Irish freckles. He loved her sexy, curvy, and shapely body. He loved her smile, her intelligence, her quick wit, and her fun personality. From out of all of the girlfriends his friends had, she was the hottest. No comparison, none of his friends had a girlfriend hotter than Ginger. She was the most beautiful with the best body and had the best personality by far.

Only, sadly, incestuously convolutedly, and perversely perverted, he loved his mother more. More sexually attracted to his mother than he was to his girlfriend, he'd much rather have sex with his mother than to have sex with Ginger. No doubt, if only he could, he'd much rather eat his mother's cunt, than to eat his girlfriend's pussy. He'd rather make love to his mother than to fuck his girlfriend. Just once, if only to know what it would feel like, he'd love for his mother to stroke his prick while sucking his prick. He'd love for his mother to blow him. He'd love to cum in his mother's beautiful mouth.

'This is insane. I'm insane', he thought. 'What's wrong with me to want to have sex with my mother? Even worse, what's wrong with me to want to have sex with my mother more than I want to have sex with my beautiful, sexy girlfriend?'

Even though he imagined them getting married one day, he was unable to remove his mother from his head and from their bed. He imagined them having a brood of redheaded children one day. Looking like a young, Nicole Kidman but with tits and not as thin but shapelier, she was so spellbindingly beautiful. She was so sexy. With them best friends, they were perfectly matched for one another. Never had he ever met a woman as stunningly beautiful as Ginger and, probably, he never would again. He needed to sexually take care of her. He needed to give her what she wanted and what she wanted was for him to give her oral sex.

Alas, other than his mother, there was no other woman who he loved more and would rather be with sexually than Ginger. Only, even though it was nothing more than an incestuous, sexual fantasy when thinking about his mother in such an inappropriate, sexual way, he couldn't stop himself from thinking of his mother naked. He couldn't stop himself from imagining touching her, feeling her, and fondling her naked body everywhere a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his naked mother. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about having sex with his mother. If ever his mother sexually wanted him in the way that he sexually wanted her, sadly and convolutedly, with him not even understanding why, he'd drop Ginger in a heartbeat.

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Unfortunately, in the way that she obviously enjoyed sucking him and he loved her blowing him, he never could get into eating her pussy. Terrible for him to admit that about a woman so very beautiful and for a woman that he supposedly loved, eating her just wasn't his thing. Hating to admit it even to himself and something he could never confess to her but eating Ginger's pussy was nasty, gross, and disgusting. More of a turn off than it was a turn on, as if he was seasick on a beautiful, cruise ship, instead of sexually exciting him, she made him physically ill whenever he ate her.

'Yuck, gross,' he thought whenever licking her cunt. 'That was so disgusting. I hope I never have to do that again.'

If there was one thing he loved about her, it was the one thing that he hated about her too. Having a love/hate affair with her pussy, as much as he loved her pussy when fucking her, he hated her pussy when eating her. Not that she smelled, she didn't. She was clean. She had no odor, unpleasant or pleasant, at all. The problem was she was so wet, so sticky wet, and so ungodly wet. She was always so very wet, way too wet for him to enjoy eating her. Eating her was like licking warm, thick soup.

Literally gagging him and drowning him in a constant flow of her vaginal secretions, as if her pussy was the fountain at the Bellagio Casino in Las Vegas, her pussy was a tiny pond of shooting fluids. Not even close, he had eaten women before who were nowhere as wet as she always was. Just as he hated having so much of her vaginal secretions being rubbed all over his face, in his mouth, in his eyes, and even inside of his nose, she loved mashing his face in her soaking wet, fiery red cunt.

As if she had the hormones and the horniness of a testosterone filled man, she loved having sex. She was insatiable. After he fucked her and she sucked him, she was ready to go again and again. If she was anything, she was a sexually passionate lover, especially when she was sexually aroused by him licking her cunt.

Not understanding and not knowing what the Hell it was until he did some online research about female ejaculation, whenever she had a sexual orgasm, she squirted a small, Dixie cup full of liquid from her Skene glands. Not that he had been with a lot of woman, when he hadn't, yet he had never been with a woman who squirted. He had never been with a woman who was so very sopping wet, much too wet for his sexual tastes. More than her being so wet was his unfounded and irrational concern as to what the liquid was that she squirted. Was it all her vaginal secretions or was it urine?

Every time she squirted her paraurethral fluids in his mouth, with his imagination getting the better of him, he suspected that she was peeing in his mouth. Even though he was as queasy about it as he was illogical about it, he suspected that she was unloading the contents of her full bladder in his mouth. As much as he told himself and tried to convince himself that it wasn't pee by a different type of fluid, whenever he ate her, he thought he was going to puke. Whenever he ate her, he couldn't help but think that he was licking and swallowing her urine.

Even though it didn't smell like or taste like urine, not that he knew what urine tasted like, but with her letting loose so much liquid, an ridiculous thing to believe, he couldn't help but feel that she was peeing in his mouth. Maybe had he been more sexually experienced, he would have been okay with her squirting so much fluid in his mouth. Maybe if he had come across another woman who had squirted before, he wouldn't be as surprised, as confused, as bothered by, and grossed out by her excessive wetness as he was now. Only, the thought of her peeing his mouth made him physically ill.

With her vaginal secretions in his eyes, up his nose, filling his mouth, and even in his ears, after a while, as if being waterboarded by her vaginal secretions, he couldn't breathe. Obviously, maybe because he hated going down on her but what took him only a few minutes to cum in her beautiful mouth, took him twenty minutes or more to get her off. The truth of the matter was with him not having any interest in eating her squirting pussy, and with him personally responsible in figuratively and literally drowning their relationship, he was lost in a sea of vaginal fluid.

Unable to get by her squirting and with her always being so very soaking wet, either he was doing something wrong or it was obvious to her that he didn't enjoy cunnilingus, especially not with her. Making matters much worse, in the way that Ginger was a great cocksucker, the best cocksucker, when licking and fingering a pussy, he had no idea what he was doing. By his own admission, he was the worst pussy licker, fingerer, and eater.

He needed to take a course in how to lick and finger a pussy. With this never coming up in sexual education class, he wished there was a course he could take in cunnilingus, especially one for women who squirted. He wished he knew a sex therapist, someone to talk to about female ejaculations. He felt how a woman, who didn't like sucking cock, must feel when being grossed out by giving blowjobs and how she must feel when a man cums in her unwillingly, reluctant mouth.

Ruining the fairytale romance they had, he needed to get over eating her or he would surely lose her. Just as she, no doubt, couldn't be with a man who was grossed out by her squirting, he couldn't be with a woman who grossed him out with her squirting. Either he needed to break up with her or he needed to just shut the fuck up, lick it all up, and suck it all up. The perfect woman in every other way, with her being so beautiful, so sexy, and with him having nothing else to complain about, he should have a problem.

Not into giving her cunnilingus, even though he had tried and miserably failed, he really didn't know what the Hell he was doing when lying in between her legs and licking and licking her while fingering her. Most times, he'd get lockjaw or a stiff neck in his oral marathon in trying to get her to cum. Sometimes, he'd even get a leg cramp while assuming his prone position for so very long. Then, when she did have her orgasm and shot more than a mouthful of liquid in his mouth, gagging as if drowning after being waterboarded by Ginger's flood of fluid, he thought he'd puke.

With him fingering her pussy faster and deeper, and rubbing her clit harder, while licking her, licking her, and licking her, most times she didn't even cum. Most times they stopped with her being so very sexually frustrated that she finished herself off with her vibrator. Obviously, with him not in the right frame of mind, between him thinking of having sex with his mother and being turned off by her squirting, it was his fault that he was unable to give her an oral orgasm.

Not right and not fair, he felt like such a shit when he should be feeling like a sexual hero. Obviously, just as she was put off that it took him so long to get her to cum, he was put off by waiting for the big gush as if she was a geyser at Yellowstone. Then, when she did finally get off, always taking him by surprise, she gushed like a firehose. She ejaculated enough liquid to fill a small cup. She squirted out enough liquid that easily overflowed his mouth.

He felt overwhelmed and outmatched like Quint, played by Robert Shaw in Stephen Spielberg's movie made from Peter Benchley's book, Jaws, must have felt. Just as Roy Scheider, as Martha's Vineyard's, Chief of Police, Brody, said his famous line when he saw the immense size of the shark, Michael felt the same way.

"We're going to need a bigger boat," said Chief Brody the first time he saw Jaws.

'I'm going to need a bigger mouth,' thought Michael the first time Ginger spewed her pussy juices in his mouth.

Alone in the dark between Ginger's shapely thighs, he felt lost at sea like Captain Ahab must have felt in Herman Melville's Moby Dick. When Captain Ahab was struck with fear when he saw the enormity of the Moby Dick's white whale tale splashing up a huge wave, Michael felt the same way when Ginger flooded his mouth.

"There she blows!"

Because of Ginger's voluminous female ejaculations, opposite as a Catholic at Lent, he no longer ate fish. He felt how a woman must feel at a swingers' party during a circle jerk with a dozen men giving her a messy facial by cumming in her mouth during a Bukkake party.

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Nonetheless, torn with guilt and obligation to eat his girlfriend to reciprocate her always sucking him, he relented. Taking one for the team, he took a big breath of courage. He was going down. He was going down on his girlfriend. He was going to eat Ginger's pussy. He was going to give her an oral orgasm with his tongue and with his fingers. No matter what, braving the consequences of being waterboarded by her excess vaginal secretions when eating her pussy, he was going to lick her pussy and finger her pussy until she had a gushing tsunami of an orgasm. He only wished he had a lobster bib to wear with an attached bilge pump.
Hoping to finally give her what she so wanted, an orgasm with his fingers and with his mouth, when she squirted enough pussy juice to fill and overflow his mouth, he'd take it like a man and swallow. More than likely, something she never did with his cum, as if being resuscitated after nearly drowning, he'd spit out her overflow of juices from his mouth. Yet, if she was the love of his life, and she was, how dare he spit her from his mouth? How dare he spit her out of his mouth? How could he do that to her when she never did that to him?

When he should love every part of her, even her vaginal secretions, what's wrong with him to reject and eject her from his mouth? When she always swallowed his cum without disgust or complaint but with sexual enthusiasm and lustful passion, he should show her the same courtesy and the same sexual enthusiasm by swallowing her excessive, vaginal secretions. Yet, sadly, as much as he loved her sucking him, he hated eating her and felt guilty when he didn't reciprocate. It's not right and it's not fair that she sucked him until he ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed his cum, especially when he doesn't return the favor by licking her until she cums.

If anything, he should relish and regale in her as his woman, his beautiful, sexual, redheaded woman. Taking the good with the bad, so what if she gushes and squirts? What's the big deal? Get over it. Accept the good with the bad and get on with it without making her feel bad about herself. How dare you to do that to her?

What he believed was bad with her squirting may be good to another man who would love and appreciate a woman who squirted. He's just not that man, not yet anyway. Perhaps, maybe in time, he'd get used to her flooding his mouth with whatever her vaginal secretions were composed of. Perhaps, maybe in time, he'd even enjoy it. Perhaps, maybe in time, she wouldn't squirt anymore. He only wished she wasn't squirting now.

She was so very beautiful in every other way. Moreover, just because he didn't like her squirting so very much liquid in his mouth doesn't mean that there was anything wrong with her squirting. No doubt, there are plenty of other women who squirt. He read that anywhere from ten to fifty percent of women squirt from time to time if not all the time. Obviously, she's not the only woman who ejaculates a mouthful of liquid when she cums. He shouldn't make her feel bad by rejecting her in the way he does by not returning the oral, sexual, favor of eating her pussy.

Personally and intimately knowing the feeling of oral sex rejection, he dated plenty of women who didn't suck cock. In the way that he doesn't enjoy giving a woman who squirts oral sex, not every woman enjoys giving men blowjobs. Even with those women who willingly suck cock, he dated plenty of women who sucked cock but who didn't allow him to cum in their mouths and/or who didn't swallow.

Overhearing her arguing with his father long ago when they were still married, so sad for him to say but his own mother doesn't suck cock. He couldn't believe that when he heard it. Ruining the sexual fantasy that he had of his mother sucking his prick, him cumming in her mouth, and her swallowing his cum, his own mother doesn't suck cock. Assuming that she was a great cocksucker, he was shocked that his own mother didn't suck cock.

'What the fuck? Are you kidding me,' he thought when he heard that so long ago. 'My Mom doesn't suck cock? My Mom refuses to give my father a blowjob? My mother doesn't allow her husband to cum in her mouth? That's just crazy, as crazy as me refusing to eat Ginger's pussy.'

With him being so young when he heard his parents arguing over sex, not knowing what oral sex, blowjobs, and cumming meant back then, he certainly knows what it means now. No wonder why his father was so angry with his mother. No wonder why his father found a girlfriend who was not only willing to him but also to swallow him too.

His mother not sucking cock ruined that part of the sexual image he had of having oral sex with her. Obviously with Ginger loving to give him blowjobs, he needed to appreciate the woman he had in her and return the sexual favor by giving her oral sex. Only, with his mother not sucking cock and with him not knowing how to eat a pussy, whether a squirting pussy or not, he was much like his mother in that regard. Maybe something in their genes, perhaps him not enjoying giving women oral sex was something he inherited from his mother with her not enjoying giving men oral sex.

'Weird, that's so weird,' he thought.

He only wished there was some sort of special apparatus that he could wear when eating his girlfriend, a muff, deep sea, diving suit specially made for the pussies of squirting women. In the way that he wears goggles and a snorkel when going scuba diving, someone should invent something for men to wear when eating a woman pussy that squirts. If she's squirting urine in his mouth, which is what he couldn't help from suspecting, then someone should invent something that he puts in his mouth so that he doesn't swallow her urine in the way he doesn't swallow seawater.

He imagined walking in Ginger's bedroom wearing a full body, Hazmat suit with a specially designed helmet and attached mini spotlight, goggles, and a snorkel. He imagined having to be isolated in a special room to be sterilized after eating her. No doubt, in the way that some women are grossed out by men cumming in their mouths, he wished he could get by her squirting a mouthful of liquid, possibly urine, in his mouth but he couldn't. Sickened by the possibility that she had been peeing in his mouth, he was already sick to his stomach with the thoughts of swallowing mouthfuls of Ginger's urine.

With giving her oral sex ruined for him, there was no way that he could enjoy eating her. He couldn't, he just couldn't enjoy licking her urine filled pussy. As turned off as he'd be if he was forced to eat, an old, obese woman who peed herself, he viewed Ginger's squirting pussy the same way. A ridiculous comparison, how dare he even think that? Yet, willing to eat her to save his relationship with her, taking the plunge, he made himself comfortable when positioning himself in between her beautiful, long, shapely legs. As if her cunt was a water cannon, ready to do battle with her pussy, he moved his face all the way up her shapely thighs and positioned his mouth closer to her pussy.

With her such a beautiful woman, before it turned into a sexual fountain of warm, flowing liquid, she even had a beautiful pussy. Nicely trimmed, it was if she was sporting an orangey-red, pussy goatee. For sure, in the way he loved her, loved her beautiful face, loved her fun personality, loved her big breasts, loved her shapely ass, and loved her long, sexy legs, he should love eating her pussy too but he didn't. He couldn't. He loved her pussy when he was fucking her pussy, even when he was fingering her pussy, but not when he was eating her pussy.

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With her knees bent upwards and her legs spread wide open, as if he was a perverted gynecologist, more comfortable for her in that way, she preferred he placed his hands beneath her legs instead of over her legs. This way with his hands beneath her, he could grab hold of her beautiful ass and then could remove his arms from beneath her ass to reach up to feel her big breasts and finger her erect nipples. Then, when she was ready to cum, in hopes of stopping her from squirting in his mouth, his plan was to quickly remove his mouth from her pussy. A daring sexual mission, he was confident that he could still get her to cum without having to sacrifice his mouth by keeping it there in place.

As if a chore or as if going to the dentist, wanting to get it over with, licking and licking her, he fingered her. With her immediately squirming a little and moaning more, she was obviously horny enough to hopefully cum faster than before. Maybe this time, it wouldn't take her as long for her to cum. Maybe this time, with her hopefully giving him warning, he could move his mouth away from her pussy in the nick of time so that she doesn't waterboard him with her gushing vaginal juices. Only, when she was ready to squirt, not always giving him a warning, she didn't just squirt a little bit, she squirted a lot. She gushed a huge volume of liquid. She was a firehose of vaginal juices.

"Oh, Michael. Oh, my God. Don't stop. Right there, Baby, right there," she said. "I love you, Michael. I love you. This is so great. You're making me feel so good. It's been such a long since you ate me but now in the way you're making me feel, it was well worth the wait."

With her so very happy and sexually aroused, how could he stop eating her and giving her what she so wanted? How dare he even ponder the thought of disappointing her moving his mouth away from her pussy at the moment of her orgasm? Especially with him rejecting her so very many times before, he needed to accept her now. He not only needed to eat her but also he needed to make up for all of the times he orally rejected her. He needed to give Ginger an oral orgasm. He needed to get her to cum.

"I love eating your pussy, Ginger. I love licking you," he said lying when he hated eating her pussy and licking her cunt.

As if he was a firefighter on the scene of a fire with fire hoses gushing water, he waited for her to warn him before she exploded a huge volume of liquid in his mouth. He knew that any second, she'd flood his mouth as if her pussy was a fast flowing river overflowing its banks with a strong current. Every time he ate her, everything was drenched, her, him, and the sheets.

So as not to necessitate her having to change the sheets, she now placed a heavy towel beneath her. Maybe, needing a change in attitude, he'd get used to her squirting a mouthful of liquid in his mouth. Maybe, nothing more than her voluminous, vaginal secretions, he'd remove the thought from his mind that she was squirting urine and peeing in his mouth. Maybe it would be something that would grow on him and something that he'd eventually enjoy. Hoping, one day, she'd stop squirting, as it was now, he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life eating Ginger's gushing pussy.

"Lick me while finger fucking me. Stick your long fingers inside of me with your tongue. Rub my clit, Michael. Rub my clit. Oh, yeah. Right there, Honey. Right there. Baby, oh baby. Rub me faster. Rub me hard. Rub me, Michael. Rub me," she said moaning louder. "Lick me, Michael. Lick me."

Licking and licking her while fingering her, he was ready and waiting for her to cum. When she did cum, his plan was to remove his mouth from her pussy but leave his finger in place as if he was plugging a dike in Holland. Continuing to finger her with his finger and rub her clit, he wanted to avert her from drowning him with her excessive fluids. With eating her such an issue for him, he needed to find a way to give her oral sex without becoming physically ill. Moving his mouth away at the last possible second was his game plan.

Licking and licking her while fingering her, he felt and squeezed her perfectly round, firm ass before reaching up to feel her big, firm, breasts and while fingering her erect nipples. Licking her and licking her, he continued licking her while fingering her. Then, when she stiffened her back, tightened her buttocks, and straightened her legs, as if she was ready to do a high dive off the diving board in the deep end of the pool, he knew she was ready to cum. Before she gushed a cupful of liquid in his mouth, now was the time to remove his tongue and his lips from her pussy.

'Now! Do it now,' he thought. Only, deciding to wait a few more seconds, he didn't want to ruin her orgasm by prematurely removing his mouth.

As if he was Hodor, played by Kristian Nairn, in the Games of Thornes, holding closed the door, by keeping his lips there, he was prepared for her volcanic eruption of liquid. If he kept his lips pursed and his mouth closed, he'd avoid swallowing much of her liquid. Ready for Niagara Falls, before his tongue could go white water rafting with pussy juices and down the deep hole of her cunt, this time he'd be prepared for her and for the worst. Quickly, as previously planned, at the very last instant, just before she started gushing whatever the Hell she gushed, he'd move his mouth away from her pussy while continuing to finger her.

Yet, with her somehow sensing his plan, as much as he was ready to pull away from the gushing flow of her vaginal secretions in his mouth, she was ready to stop him from moving his mouth from her pussy. As if she was a man forcing a woman to swallow his cum, she put a heavy hand to the back of his head just as she ejaculated her expulsion of warm liquid in his unwilling mouth. When he tried pulling away from her pussy, she used her other hand to hold his head in place while mashing his face in her wet cunt. Unable to move away, he received not only a mouthful but also a stomach full of her warm, wet liquid. He just hoped to God that it wasn't pee.

With her sexual passion taking her over, she rubbed her wet pussy all over his face before she unloaded another huge amount of fluid in his mouth and down his throat. Now not ready for her to gush a second time, she surprised him when she gushed again. With her still holding his mouth in place and not letting him go, he swallowed all of her. Instead of sucking her up like a man, unable to stop himself from thinking that her liquid was urine and that she had peed in his mouth, he was sick to his stomach.

Too slow to remove his finger from her pussy and put his hand to his mouth, unable to stop himself from doing so, as if he was a drunk in an alley, he vomited not a little but a lot. His projectile vomited all over his girlfriend's beautiful cunt. As if he had been eating the cunt of a disgustingly, dirty, homeless woman who had a foul, stinking pussy and an indomitable stench of body odor, he couldn't believe he puked on his beautiful girlfriend. Was there anything more insulting than puking on her and, specifically on her pussy after she ejaculated in his mouth? Now, no matter what he said as his excuse for being sick, she'd never believe him.

Instead she'd know that her squirting pussy disgusted him enough to make him physical ill and enough to barf all over her. What kind of sexual relationship is that? What kind of boyfriend is he? How could she be with him now? How could he be with her now? With all of their dreams of having a big wedding and living happily ever after as husband and wife with a brood of redheaded children, together forever would end this night.

To be continued...

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