“The jar…the jar,” he hissed, “get it ready.”
Marie dropped her breast to do just that. Dropping to a knee, she held the empty container at the ready, positioned just a few inches before the boy’s bouncing prick. At eye level, the balls were even bigger than she’s first supposed. Hefting them had been one thing but coming face-to-face with his rather large glans and oversized balls was rather intimidating…especially considering why the boy was visiting the doctor. “Be careful,” she warned, not knowing quite what to expect.
“Yeah…yeah. Wifey, here you go. Take it…take it,” he grunted, trying his best to be quiet.
“Wifey?” Marie purred. “Alright, I’ll be your Wifey. Shoot that load, Sid. Give Wifey that load.”
“Oh…mamaaaaaa, watch out,” the boy shrieked, trying desperately to aim his cock at the jar’s mouth.
Assuming the jacking position he’d begun with, Sid rolled his balls with one hand while aiming and pumping with the other. It was a technique he’d perfected over the past year as his ‘trouble’ had worsened and his need to masturbate had intensified. There was nothing worse than having to peel oneself from the sheets or clean a bathroom covered in semen, hence, his ability to hit exactly what he aimed at…and today it was a small collection bottle held by a pregnant beauty with tits that were leaking all over the bathroom floor. It was a scene he never could have possible conjured…not even in his wildest dreams.
“Mmmm,” he grunted a final time, before the first wad leapt from his distended, blood-engorged cock. It shot forth like a howitzer shell being fired from a stable platform, streaking straight forward at the target. The sperm-ladened missile struck the bottom of the container exactly where Sid had aimed. The force and surprise of the initial volley caught Marie off guard and the collection bottle bounced out of her hands and landed between her tits.
“Shit!” Marie groaned. “I’ll get it…I’ll get it.”
The words meant nothing to Sid, who continued to focus on the container. The second explosion of semen hit the bottle again, this time spinning it away from Marie’s fumbling fingers and onto the floor. The next two forceful jets bounced off Marie’s belly, as she scrambled to retrieve the skittish jar. Cum ricochet’d off the overcome Marie, and she giggled uncontrollably in her plight to acquire the bottle and collect Sid’s sample.
Finally, she secured the slippery vessel and tipped the opening back at the still-discharging weapon. Surely, he’s about empty, she thought. There can’t possibly be any more… But just as she considered the possibility, another ropy, thick blast arced from the boy’s slit, missing the jar entirely to land smack in the middle of Marie’s pretty face. She gasped for air, the coating more than she could take. She opened her mouth to breathe but was hit with another equally thick, soaring discharge that choked her when it hit the back of her throat.
Sid was no longer aiming at the jar but was in complete control, taking advantage of painting his first female. He smiled, lost in the act of firing one semen shell after another at the helpless woman. Her tits were next; carefully he jacked a massive dollop on each swollen nipple, turning them instantly white. The contrast was mesmerizing…intoxicating, and the faint echo of shock and amusement coming from Marie kept the ejaculate going. Finally giving up, Marie knelt back on her haunches and gave herself to the boy. She was merely a human target for his erotic attack…and she loved it.
By the time his last payload streaked across the short distance between them, Marie was in the throes of her own orgasm, the hot semen triggering something carnal and deeply abase within her that could not be thwarted. She moaned and shuttered, squeezing her thighs together to apply greater pressure to her swollen clit. Waves of rising and falling emotions took her to heaven and back again before she was able to comprehend what had just happened.
Still clutching what should have been a sample jar filled with semen, Marie used a free hand to wipe cum from her eyes. Dropping her eyes, she looked into the bottom of a nearly empty receptacle. How is that possible? Not hardly one damn drop of cum in this thing…but…but look at me, she thought as she pivoted to look in the mirror. What…or who…stared back at her was a mystery. A white mask shielded her identity and it made her laugh.
A second later she was joined by Sid, who could not believe what he’d done. At first, he’d been horrified, not sure how Marie would take it, but he was very much relieved to see her climax one moment and then laugh the next.
“What the hell do we do now?” she asked.
“I don’t know…and…and how do I explain there’s nothing in there?” he said, pointing to the collection jar.
“Oh…that’s the least of our worries,” Marie answered, nonchalantly…and before anything further could be said, she began scooping the spunk from her face into the jar. She stopped only momentarily to taste a small sample before pressing cum down her tits to her nipples where she held the jar to be filled. It’s a messy job, but somebody’s got to do it.
“I think that’s got it,” she concluded, holding the jar to show Sid that it was nearly full. “Either we clean up the rest and toss it or you’ll have to go ask for a second cup.”
“I say we give them what we’ve got and get out of here,” he blurted out, knowing it was well past time to be back with the doctor and his mom.
“Agreed.”
Several minutes later, the two somewhat sticky partners exchanged phone numbers and pleasantries, each leaving the bathroom a few minutes apart.
***
Two days passed before Trish received the call she’d been waiting for, but it was not what she had expected: ‘no conclusive results’ the receptionist reported. It seemed her son’s sample had somehow been contaminated with milk…mother’s milk, and could not be properly assessed. They were calling to see if Sid could provide another and drop it off at the office.
“Mother’s milk…another sample?” she quietly whispered, as she hung up the phone. “How interesting…”
***
To Be Continued…given there’s enough interest in Sid’s adventures.