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Mother & Son Have Oral Sex Ch. 04

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. 04

After giving her cunnilingus, Ginger dumps Michael when her squirting pussy physically sickens him enough to make him vomit on her.


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Continued from Chapter 03

"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.

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'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'What have I done? I can't believe I vomited all over my girlfriend's pussy. What the Hell is wrong with me? How could I do such a thing. She'll never forgive me.'

Ginger looked down at her vomit coated cunt before looking up at him with shocked disbelief. As if he was saving it just for her, there was so much puke. In the way of super chunk, rocky road melted ice cream, she had small, partially digested chucks of food and slimy, smelly vomit in her pubic hair and dripping down her pussy slit and in between her legs. There was such a God awful, embarrassing stench that now permeated her entire bedroom. As if he was in a contest in how much bodily fluid each could eject, he heaved far more vomit from his mouth than she ever ejaculated liquid from her pussy.

"Eww, Michael," she looked at him with as much insight as she looked at him with hurt. "What have you done? What the fuck? How could you throw up on me? Seriously? Are you kidding me? Gross. This is so gross. I can't believe you puked all over me. Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

Even though she was angry, with her freckled face flushed and her blue eyes flashing, her gorgeous read hair cascaded down and across her magnificent, naked breasts as if she was a redheaded lady Godiva. He stared at her while memorizing this vision of her in case this was the last time he'd be seeing her naked. As if he had puked on the Mona Lisa or on any priceless work of art, how could he vomit over such a beautiful woman? Voicing his disgust for her squirting pussy without uttering a single word, how dare he violate her in such a disgraceful way? He looked at her with embarrassment and shame while she looked at him with anger and confusion.

"Ginger. Oh, my God. I can't believe I did that. Sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Ginger.," he said.

He moved off the bed and as soon as he did, she dabbed at herself with a second towel that she had handy to wipe her excessive vaginal secretions from her squirting pussy after he had eaten her. If her only fault was that she squirted excess fluid when sexually excited, most men wouldn't care. Some men would even relish in the fact that she showed such sexual excitement enough to squirt her lust for her lover. She looked at him with concern before looking at him with hurt and with anger.

"Are you ill?" She looked at him with worry before looking down at herself as if wounded and before returning her focus and her displeasure to him. "How could you do that? Why would you do that to me?" Then, she hit upon and stated the real reason why he vomited all over her cunt. "Does my female ejaculation so disgust you that you vomit your revulsion for me all over my vagina?"

Whatever he had for breakfast, lunch, and supper, from eggs to potatoes, to corn and small pieces of meat, he decorated her flat, toned stomach, the tops of her long, shapely thighs, and her naked, red pussy. Ordinarily, her pussy was such a beautiful part of her and now it was stained with his repulsion of her as if he had sprayed the contents of his stomach in the way someone spray paints graffiti on a wall. As if he had no respect for her, how dare he vomit what he obviously thought of eating her? How could he do that? Why would he do that?

"No, of course not," he said not being honest enough with her to discuss his real reason for puking on her. He didn't give her an answer nor did he give her an excuse why he vomited on her. "I'll get something to clean up the mess," he said instead.

He slowly and carefully extricated himself from in between her legs so as to not get vomit all over her bedroom rug. Instead of acting like a man, he acted like a finicky child. He stood by her bed as if he was her son and she was his mother. No doubt, if she was his MILF of a mother instead of his squirting girlfriend, he never would have puked over Emma's pussy in the way he puked all over Ginger's pussy. As if he had just stabbed her and she was bleeding to death, he looked at her with an expression of pained sorrow.

As if she had caught him cheating on her, or confessed to having had sex with someone else, or admitted to being in love with another woman, she gave him a sad, hurt, soulful look. Having seen the same look dozens of times before, he recognized the look. It was a look of dissatisfaction that she gave him when she was trying to understand why he would say something so dumb or do something so stupid. Not reserving that look for only his folly, she gave him that same disappointed look now.

She gave him the same look when she asked him countless times to eat her and he refused by making excuses why he couldn't. She gave him the same look when he foolishly and perversely asked her if she'd have sex with one or all of his friends while he watched and she refused. She gave him the same look when he insensitively asked her if he could watch while she had lesbian sex with one of her girlfriends.

Obviously he didn't score any points with her by asking her to fulfill his perversely perverted, sexual requests in watching her having sex with his friends or with her girlfriends. Obviously, by puking on her, he wasn't scoring any points with her by showing her his repulsion for her now. She gave him that same look that she had given him many times before after he puked his disgust for eating her all over her pussy.

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Just a bunch of drunken guys talking stupid, his friends talked about having a swingers' night of girlfriend swapping and having sex with one another's girlfriends. What started out as a good idea to the drunken men would surely have turned into a gangbang with all of his friends willing to allow him to have sex with their girlfriends for the chance to fuck Ginger. Surely, as if flies at a picnic, humping her mouth and fucking her cunt, they'd be all over Ginger's naked body. All of his friends were enamored by Ginger's beauty and by her sexy body. All of his friends would breakup with their girlfriends to have a shot with Ginger.

What may have started out as a fun evening of the women stripping off their clothes and the men seeing one another's girlfriends naked, would have surely turned a nightmare. It would have turned into a circle jerk of Ginger being forced to stroke and suck all of his friends. Obviously, after hearing Michael brag about her cocksucking skills, they all wanted Ginger to blow them. They all wanted to cum in her beautiful mouth. Besides, none of the women, including Ginger agreed to have sex with anyone else but their boyfriends. Moreover, the only ones who thought swingers' night was a good idea were the men. All of the women were against stripping off their clothes and having sex with one another's boyfriends.

Now she gave him that same look then over his idea of swinging sex that she was giving him now after he vomited his repugnance for eating her cunt all over her, her bedding, and her pussy. Obviously, his action of vomiting was just as telling as would have been his words, had he told her that he was nauseated by her female ejaculation. Just as he wished he had never mentioned her having swinging sex with his friends and her having lesbian sex with her girlfriends while he watched, he wished he hadn't gotten sick on his girlfriend. As if he wanted to end their relationship, judging by the hurt and angry look on her face, puking on her pussy was a good way to do it.

"Eww, gross. Do you think of me as a whore that I'd actually agree to do that?" She looked at him with her face changing from hurt to anger. "Are you kidding me? You actually want me to have sex with your friends while you watch? That's so gross," she said back then when he asked her to have sex with his friends. "You actually want me to have lesbian sex with my girlfriends while you watch? What's wrong with you?"

Oh, oh. He did it now. If he hadn't ruined their relationship before by asking her to have sex with other, he certainly ruined their relationship now by puking on her.

"Sorry. Never mind. It was just a passing sexual fantasy. Forget that I even mentioned it," he said with shame.

She looked at him as if he had lost his mind. She looked at him as if she suddenly didn't know who he was. She looked at him as if she wanted to break up with him.

"I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted to marry me. Just as I'd never have sex with any of your nasty friends, while I'm still with you, I'd never have sex with anyone but you," she said making him feel as small as he felt now.

Something most men his age would never allow another man to see his girlfriend naked, never mind to have sex with her, even he questioned his motives in asking her if he could watch her having sex with his friends. Maybe her having sex with his friends was his way to end their relationship. Maybe he hoped she'd fall in love with someone else. Maybe he wanted to get his friends opinions when Ginger squirted in their mouths. Maybe he was hoping they'd make him feel better about her squirting.

He didn't know what his real reason was behind him suggesting that she have sex with his friends. No doubt, if his friends did have sex with Ginger, that would end their relationship. Just as it would be sexually exciting to see his girlfriend in another man's arms, it would be enough to throw him in a lover's rage of misplaced passion when she broke up with him. Obviously by him puking on her after eating her, he was turned on by her squirting in his mouth what he couldn't help but to believe was urine.

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Better known as the women's prostate, he wondered what percentage of women squirted paraurethral fluid through their Skene glands just as he wondered what percentage of women had sex with their boyfriend's or husband's friends. Not as uncommon as he thought it was, seemingly as many women who had sex with their boyfriend's or husband's friends squirted fluid. He did some online research and discovered that there were some women who admitted to squirting, Jenny McCarthy, Ellen DeGeneres, Hillary Clinton, Whoopi Goldberg, and Oprah Winfrey all confessed that they squirted. Mother Teresa, Rosanne, Honey Boo Boo Mom, and Kris Jenner admitted to squirting too. Depending whether you are fans of the above women or not, at least Ginger was in good company as well as female ejaculators go.

He also uncovered some women who are rumored ejaculators too. Meryl Streep, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Raven Symone, Judge Judy, Martha Stewart, Jenna Bush, Mary J. Blige, Christina Aguilera, Nancy Grace, Ann Coulter, Robin Wright, Candice Bergman, Helen Mirren, and Jennifer Lawrence are all rumored to squirt. Rumored to squirt? What the Hell does that mean? Either they squirted when sexually excited or they didn't.

He wasn't sure how or why a woman would be rumored to squirt. Yet, in the way that there's smoke when there's fire, obviously there's liquid when there's female ejaculation. Perhaps rejected or regaled by an ex-lover, there must be some evidence why the above women were rumored to squirt. Perhaps because they hadn't officially confessed in the way that the first group openly had confessed to squirting, their squirting was just rumored and/or alleged and not officially documented.

He imagined the Guinness Book of Records measuring how much a woman squirts by using an official female ejaculation measuring cup. He still didn't know what in the Hell she squirted. Was it urine or some other liquid? Even if it was some other liquid, did it contain urine? Nonetheless, whatever the liquid was, what more turned him off was the sheer volume of liquid that she was able to eject. If there was a contest on which women could ejaculate the most liquid, no doubt, hands down, Ginger would be the record holder. Even when expecting her to squirt in his mouth, it always startled him when she squirted in his mouth.

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"I'm so sorry, Ginger. I'll clean up the mess," he said using the towel to cover his vomit.

Obviously, not wanting his vomit imbedded in her rug, she got up from the bed while carefully wiping his vomit from her stomach, legs, and pussy with a towel. Then, when he made a move to clean up his mess, she moved between him and the bed to block him from cleaning his mess. Obviously, she didn't want nor need his help.

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. Just leave. Please, just go," she said pushing him away. "You need to leave. I really need you to go before I lose my cool."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe what she was saying. He had never seen her as angry. If he didn't know any better, if he didn't know that she loved him, he'd think that their relationship was over. So he puked on her. So what? Shit happens or in this case, puke happens. What's the big deal? It wasn't as if he hit her. His vomiting all over her pussy was accidental and not intentional. She needed to forgive him and get over it.

"Seriously? You don't want me to stay? You want me to go?"

He looked at her with as much hurt now that she looked at him with hurt then, when he so disgustingly disrespected her by puking on her.
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Leave? He always stayed overnight. Doesn't she want him to spend the night? Whenever he slept over, she always sucked and fucked him again.

'Oh, oh,' he thought. 'The party is over. After trying and failing to give her an oral orgasm, she may never give me another blowjob ever again.'

If it wasn't enough that he seldom ate her, if it wasn't enough that he seldom reciprocated the oral sexual favor, he barfed on her. He heaved the entire contents of his stomach all over his stunning girlfriend's beautiful pussy. He knew he was close to losing her when he routinely refused to give her an oral orgasm. Now, he knew he had crossed the line when he became physical ill after his girlfriend ejaculated whatever that fluid was in his mouth.

He could have controlled himself from vomiting but, as if she was a man putting a heavy hand to the back of a woman's head to cum in her mouth, she held his head in place. Just as much her fault as it was his fault, she held his head in place to ejaculate a second load of her vaginal hot sauce in his mouth and down his throat. Then, still not letting him go, as if his face was a towel, she rubbed his face all over her soaking wet cunt. If it wasn't enough that he felt like such a cad in not reciprocating the oral sex that she routinely had given him, he couldn't believe he vomited on her.

'What kind of man am I? What kind of boyfriend am I? Why would it sicken me to return the oral pleasure that she has given me? If I were her, I'd dump my ass. If I were her, I'd find someone who appreciates a woman who is as sexual as she is,' he thought while looking at his beautiful girlfriend with shame and embarrassment.

Only, unable to help himself, he couldn't stop the projectile vomit from coming up from his stomach, all the way up his throat, and out of his mouth. He was so disgusted by her gushing so very much fluid in his mouth, not once but twice, that he punctuated that feeling by vomiting on her. It wasn't until she grabbed his head with both of her hands and rubbed his face all over her sopping wet cunt that he felt the wave of uncontrollable nausea. Even though he knew better and even though they had openly discussed what it was and what it wasn't, he couldn't stop from imagining that her fluid was urine and that she had peed an entire cupful in his mouth.

Only, it wasn't just her gushing excessive fluid it his mouth that pushed him back on his heels. It was her overactive, sexual libido that made him question his manhood. Hating to admit it, just as he wasn't man enough for her, she was too much woman for him. Never had he been with a woman who was as passionate about sex. Hard for him to admit but, as a 22-year-old, healthy, and testosterone filled man, sometimes, he just wasn't in the mood to fuck her, to have her blow him, and then to feel guilty for not eating her. Sometimes, he just wanted to hang out with her and talk, watch a movie, go for a walk, or play a game. Sometimes, he wanted to do something else other than having sex.

He wouldn't mind if they did a little kissing and petting while watching a movie and/or talking. Yet, when she was in the mood for sex, which was all the time, she wasn't interested in doing a little kissing, watching a movie, or in talking. She wasn't in the mood to do anything else but to fuck and suck. As if she was the aggressive man and he was the reluctant woman, it was just about sex with her. When she blew him, she didn't just suck his cock, she devoured his cock.

As if she had just been released from a long sentence of incarceration and doing hard time in solitary confinement, she was always starved for sex. Whenever he saw her, she sexually attacked him as if he was the only man left on Earth. Never could he see her without having sex with her, without fucking her hard and fast, and without her giving him a blowjob. His very own, personal nymphomaniac, never saying no to sex and always wanting sex, seemingly she was sexually insatiable.

Obviously the only way to put a knot in her sexual libido was to put a ring on her finger and marry her. No doubt, in the way that so very many women are with men, once they're married, once the Honeymoon is over, and especially once they have their babies, would be the last blowjob he'd ever receive. Yet, instead of complaining, buckling himself in for the ride, he should just go with the flow. When most men wish their women were as sexual as was Ginger, he should have a problem.

Yet, as if she was the testosterone filled man and he was the demure, innocent woman, everything with her was sex, sex, and more sex. With them doing nothing but having sex and going nowhere other than her bedroom, he felt more like her fuck friend than he did her boyfriend. She was a wild woman when it came to sex. If any woman could be happy in the swinging lifestyle as a swinger, that assuredly would be Ginger. Only, she was no swinger. Faithfully loyal and lovingly kind, it was too bad she wouldn't allow his friends to help him pick up the sexual slack. In the way there was tag team wrestling, he wished there was tag team sex. Only, she was a one-man woman.

'Next! You go,' he imagined tagging one of his friends in a long line of men that lined up outside of her bedroom to take his place on the bed. 'I can't fuck her any faster or any harder. Fuck her for me. Make her cum,' he imagined saying while patting his friend on the ass. 'I'll be back in fifteen minutes after I have a cold beer and take a Viagra,' he imagined saying.

As if she had the libido of a horny, young man, most men would love to have a woman like her. As an added bonus to her loving to have sex, most men would love to have a woman who looked as good as she looked and who sucked cock in the way that she did. Only, afraid that he could never give her enough sex to sexually satisfy her, he was exhausted. With them spending all of their time together having sex, sex took a backseat to everything else, even conversation. He felt that he didn't intimately know her in the way that he should intimately know her by now, especially after having dated her for so long.

From their first date at the senior prom, allowing him to cum in her mouth and with her swallowing at only 18-years-old, she gave him a blowjob. Wondering how many other men she sucked off before blowing him, that should have clued him in as to what more to expect. As if he was an actor in a porn movie, whenever he was with her alone, especially in her bedroom, he felt pressure to perform. He felt pressured to give her an orgasm and every time he didn't give her orgasm, he felt bad. He felt horrible. He felt guilty, especially after she made him feel so good.

If only he could eat her, she'd be so happy. If only he could give her an orgasm with his mouth and tongue in the ways she gave him an orgasm with her mouth and tongue, he'd be so thrilled. If only he wasn't as grossed out by her female ejaculation, he wouldn't have vomited on her and she wouldn't have asked him to leave. With her giving him unbelievable blowjobs, he wished he could return the sexual favor by giving her oral pleasure too but he just wasn't into that, especially because of her squirting.

When it came time to eating her, just fumbling around in the dark with his fingers while licking and licking her, he had no idea what he was doing. With one thing feeling like another thing, unlike a hard cock that all women knew what to do with, everything between a woman's legs felt so mushy and squishy. With her always making him cum in record time, he wished she didn't gush as much liquid after he spent such a long time licking her. Eating her was always such a marathon that culminated in her making a sopping wet mess or, more than likely, not cumming at all.

With her always having soaking wet panties, unless she wore a pad, a double pad, he didn't know how she could go out in public like that. If that was him being so wet in between his legs, he'd be so uncomfortable. If that was him being so wet in between his legs, he'd be so embarrassed that he was always so wet and he was wetting and staining his clothes. Only, with her, obviously used to her pussy always being soaking wet, her drenched pussy seemingly didn't bother her in the way that her soaking wet pussy bothered him. A complete mystery to him, somehow she kept her wetness contained and under control.

Another man wouldn't care that she gushed so much fluid. Another man would gobble up her cunt and drink her pussy wine dry without complaint. Not caring if she ejaculated a cupful of liquid in his mouth, another man would give her an orgasm with his fingers and with his mouth but he wasn't that man. Being that she was such a spectacular woman, not mattering one bit, in the way she sucked cock and always wanted sex, another man wouldn't care if she gushed vaginal fluid, urine, or menstrual blood in his mouth. Paying the price of his selfishness, half expecting it and inevitable that it would surely happen, he still couldn't believe what she said next.

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"Let me do it, Michael, please. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. I don't mind," she said. "Just go. Please, just leave."

He couldn't believe how much he vomited. He spewed so very much. His puke was such a stinking and embarrassing mess. How could he defile his beautiful woman in such a disgusting way? How could he show such vile outrage for her beautiful pussy? As much as he loved her, he hated himself for not giving her what she so sexually wanted and obviously needed. In the way she gave him oral sex, he needed to give her oral sex too.

"No, it's my mess and I'm so embarrassed," he said.

She looked at him with anger mixed with hurt before she made eye contact with him and blurted out the inevitable.

"I don't want to be with you anymore," she said as he was getting dressed to leave. "I'm sorry," she said looking at him with tear filled eyes. "I can't be with you anymore, not after this, especially not after this."

He looked at her with shocked disbelief.

"What? Sorry? What did you just say? You don't want to be with me?"

He couldn't believe what he had just heard. In the way she looked at him with hurt and confusion whenever he refused to eat her, he looked at her with hurt and confusion that she was breaking up with him.

"I'm done. I can't go through this again with you rejecting me and now with you puking on me," she said looking away from him. "Obviously, I sicken you enough for you to vomit your disgust for me."

He was shocked. He was blown away. Even though he expected it and was half relieved by it, he couldn't believe the woman of his dreams and the love of his life was breaking up with him. He had mixed emotions. Even though he felt happy that his sexual ordeal was finally over. he felt rejected. He felt sad that he was losing the love of his life. Only, unable to admit it to himself, the real love of his life was his mother. Perhaps if Emma wasn't always in his head and in their bed, he'd still be together with Ginger.

"Done? What do you mean? Why are you done? I don't understand. Why are you breaking up with me? I thought you loved me. I thought we were eventually going to get married," he said feeling as if he needed to say that to show her that he was the victim and not the cad. "I thought we were going to have children together."

She shook her head negatively while waving her hand back and forth as if she was giving warning to drivers that the road ahead was closed. Definitely with him having rejected her for years and then puking on her as his final insult, her mouth and her pussy were now closed to him. No doubt, even after learning that she squirted, any one of his friends would, no doubt, be dumping their girlfriends for a chance to be with her. Compared to any other woman, she was such an extraordinary woman. Obviously, he didn't sexually appreciate her enough to eat her and/or to know how to keep her.

"You don't do anything for me. With me always blowing you and you always cumming in my mouth, it's always a one-way street with you. Most times, when you fuck me and then refuse to eat me, I don't even cum," she said.

He took her hand in his.

"I'll change. I'll eat you more. I swear I will, Ginger. I promise I will," he said. Only the mere thought of him eating her again and eating her even more made him feel as if he was going to vomit again. "I'll give you an orgasm every time I'm with you, two orgasms, three even."

She slowly shook her head back and forth while beginning to cry.

"To be honest, Michael, after having thought about it long and hard, I can't imagine being married to you. I can't imagine spending my life with you and having lackluster sex. I need to see stars and hear fireworks when making love and you never make love to me. You just fuck me," she said. "I need to feel that the man I'm with wants me as much as I want him. Unless I'm sucking your cock or you're fucking me, you don't seem to be sexually excited enough by me to even return the sexual favor of eating me."

He looked at her with hurt and shocked disbelief.

"I love you, Ginger. You absolutely, sexually excite me. I'll try harder. I'll change. I promise. I'll do better. I'll wear a condom. I'll stay inside of you longer and won't pull out until you cum. I'll give you stars and fireworks. I promise you, I will," he said. "I'll marry you. Marry me Ginger," he said getting down on one knee and taking her hand in his as if he had a ring and was ready to slip an engagement ring on her finger.

As if his hand was diseased, she pulled her hand away and stood there without talking while looking down at him and at the mess on her bed. When he stood, giving him a deadeye stare, she looked up at him to give him a sad look. When she looked at him with her big, blue eyes, with him no longer filling them with love and happiness, even though he was still physically there, he was already gone from her mind.

"We never make love. You only fuck me. All we do is fuck and then I blow you. Every time you eat me, obviously the reason why I can't cum, I can tell you don't like going down on me," she said. "To be honest, if I stayed with you, I'd be cheating on you. I'd be having sex with someone who wanted to have sex with me. I'd be having sex with someone who gave me an orgasm not only with his cock but also with his mouth and tongue. I don't want to be with you anymore, Michael. I can't be with you. I'm done. We're done."

Unable to respond with anything to salvage their relationship when everything she said was the truth, he was ready to leave.

"I'll get another towel to sop up this mess," he said before leaving.

She grabbed his arm to stop him.

"No," she said. "I'd rather you just go," she said. "Please. I beg you. Just leave. This is hard enough for me as it is."

Unable to respond with anything to salvage their relationship when everything she said was the truth, he left for home.

To be continued...

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