"Oh, fuck!" she gasped as soon as my cock had slid out of her throat. She had held it there for almost a full minute, massaging my balls with her tongue all the while. We hadn't seen each other for almost a week, so our appetites rivaled those of Erysichthon of Thessaly.

"I'm almost there," I said, stroking my shaft. "Open up," I stated as I slid past her velveteen lips wondering how long I could hold out.

Her gag reflex all but a memory, she soon had a very intimate view of my finely trimmed pubic hair. She gagged still, knowing I enjoyed the sound, and started fucking her own throat with my cock. She shoved herself onto me over and over, gagging and spewing saliva. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The sheer enthusiasm with which she throated my cock was astonishing.

Eventually, I felt that telling surge. It was time. “Here it comes, babe,” I warned. She blinked knowingly and held herself against me, now staring into my soul.

I came.

Semen gushed out of her mouth like a popped water balloon. Saliva and snot shot from her nose, but still she held on. Through the bucking and the convulsing she held strong. She gulped and swallowed continuously. Incredulous, I pulled out of her mouth with a soft pop and bent down to kiss her.

She rose up to greet me, covered in our combined secretions and fluids. She kissed me back with such fervor. I could taste myself, but I didn’t mind. We were both sweaty, sticky messes, what harm is a little more?

We collapsed into bed together, basking in each other’s essence.

“I love you,” I said.

“And I love you,” she responded. “But,” Oh god, I thought. Here it is. “I want to try something more.”

I knew it. I always felt that I was never good enough for her to be my girlfriend, but this just cemented it.