What We Suck Besides Blood Ch. 03

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First I'd have to road-test the merchandise.

Okay, I didn't *have* to, I wanted to.

"What's your name, kid?" I asked as I pulled him into the lady's room with me and locked the door.

"Ian. What are we doing?"

"We're fucking. I'm about to rock your world, Ian."

"I thought you said you only were into big guys." He was baffled as I fumbled to get his shirt from him, shedding the coat I was wearing to stand nude save for my heels before him.

"I am. You're huge!" I threw the shirt aside. He really had nothing to work with torso-wise, his stomach was completely flat and shapeless, his pecs were virtually non-existent, and his biceps were barely bigger than his wrists. But even dangling soft, his cock was at least that thick, I had just exposed it by sundering his pants, he yelped at the tear of fabric which freed his dinosaur-dick and ostrich-egg sized balls.

"Please, miss, I—"

"SHUT UP!" I barked, not wanting his protest to distract from the glory of this moment. This was my Obsession. This was why I bothered to stay alive for so long. Cocks. Big, meaty throbbing, gorgeous delicious nasty cunt-splitting throat-gagging, mouth-watering COCKS. This was my first true monster in so long, I had to savor it.

I started simply enough, grabbing the long limp thing just below the head I brought up to my face and gave it two very wet licks, relishing the texture of it, the ridge of the glans, the dip of his cumslit, sheer wideness of it. Once the dick's dome was glistening with moisture I closed my eyes and in sheer ecstasy proceeded to just rub it on my face, loving the feel of its velvety softness where it kissed my cheeks, my forehead, my jaw, my lips, my super-senses gauging the tiniest tremor of tumescence as it engorged slowly with blood. It was like the cock was savoring me as much as I was savoring it.

We were going to get along fine.

I tilted the head up let the shaft do the same next, amazed that his immense shaft was big enough to hide most of my face in, even soft, I rolled the massive meat over all of my features with as much love and reverence as I had his head.

Somehow, I couldn't help but just sigh into the skin, letting it coil and loop in its still-soft state to cover more and more of my countenance.

Lustily I dropped the head, letting is fall with perfect aim right between my breasts, rolling my shoulders and back to undulate it deeper and deeper into my cleavage, gravity and practice causing it to slither almost snake-like into the vast valley of my tit-divide. His breath caught in his throat, the softness of me overwhelming him.

I could use Sanguinir to make my skin warm for him, but I didn't want to, the cold would keep him holding back for me, would let me take my time.

I seized my tits in the palms of my hands; while they were far too big to truly hold that way, the combination of momentum and my arms let me wriggle and jiggle them all over the seeming hectare of cock I had to work with. I leaned in to give him a kiss, right above the root of his cock, the skin extra-soft there, then to what must have been his disappointment, I slowly un-boobed his cock, drawing it with a hand up and up until the first few inches of it was resting on my head.

This was so I could get at his balls. Those potent, manly spheres were just hanging there, powerful and ponderous, pulsing periodically with what must have been anticipation of what I would do next. I slid forward, loving the feel of his semi-soft cock rubbing its way through my hair, the way it drooped down the back, touching my neck as it plunged towards my back. I liked it so much I moved too fast, literally smacking myself in the face with heavy nutmeat, his scrotum's wrinkled skin swallowing the front part of my head.

I stuck out my tongue, swabbing it all over, slowly working on polishing the perfect pouch, slurping nastily so that I could get every morsel of his delicious young musk. The flavor was a wonderful prelude to the cum that was inside, and I knew I'd be getting that soon enough. My tongue swirled and slapped and slurped and slathered. Silvery strands of slobber slicked the surface of his sack and even his clear trepidation couldn't stop a horny moan from escaping his young mouth.

I pulled back again, parting ways with his balls by way of a slobbery little kiss on the seam of his scrotum.

"Oh Ian, there are pleasures you're going to get to experience that lesser men never could. Ever had your cock swallowed while it was still soft?"

"I've never had it swallowed at aHHH!" his voice cracked as I made good on my threat, glurking and glorking like a farm animal swallowing something too big for it to chew, working my practiced throat muscles hard to urge the still wet cock deep into my gullet. With considerable difficulty, my lips met his balls, kissing them again as my tongue lashed out to taste them, throat spiraling around his dick in nasty deep gagging motions.

His fists tangled in my hair, seizing control of my head as I toyed with his gob-stoppingly giant cock; finally I had sucked an ounce of manliness out of him, and while he was still a shy boy who had a lot to learn, taking what he wanted by instinct because I made him want it was an excellent start. Not quit knowing what to do, he rocked my neck around a little, gasping with pleasure as the new angles intensified the pleasure on new parts of his dick, then he pushed my head back, my throat greedily clinging to every centimeter that tried to escape, working hard to recapture him as he pulled out.

The sound of that somewhat harder cock leaving my throat was not unlike that of a giant rock being cast into a muddy swamp, but in reverse, the POP of the water being splashed in coming at the end, and the insane burst of slobber was rather like the result of a cannonball dive. I rasped for breath as his dick bobbed dangerously over one of my shoulders, tapping my cheek urgently yet delicately.

He found some more of that emerging masculinity as he seized the base of it and gave my cheek a little smack.

"Open up, and, uh, do that again," he tried to sound commanding, but he was still learning clearly. But the cockslap was a compelling argument and I opened wide, happily gagging his dick down for an even deeper trip into my body, his dick hollowing out my throat as it grew fatter and fatter, pushing air in that I'm embarrassed to say I could only let out in a nasty wet belch around his deep-thrusting cock.

This time as he came out of my throat his cock was finally rock hard. I was amazed that he was as much a grower as a shower and what towered over me was nothing short of an imagination-defying obelisk of opulent manhood. I was almost twice as long as my forearm and just as thick, it cast a shadow that dominated the tiny bathroom and my eyes widened, hungrily traversing every criss-crossing vein that coursed all over the humongous shaft.

I worked another trick that hundreds of years had taught me, hyper-extending my jaw open, giving myself a moment to adjust to the pain as I desperately hornked one of his ton-weight testes into my face. I sucked too hard and too deep too fast, almost forcing my stomach into reverse as I let the giant ball burst my neck wide in a bulging display of grotesque nutlove, unthroating it with a dozen thick ropes of drool still clinging to it, joining my face to his sack, partners in crime.

He used my hair again, tilting my face back to teabag me now, the weight of his stones like some overstuffed crate of sloshing cum. His other ball took the same trip as its twin, ravaging my throat into a gaped mess, he used it to fish the slobbery load from deep inside me and then smeared it all over my face, bouncing his sizable sack, sneering arrogantly down as he battered my gasping form with his nuts. This was an act of ownership, and though I knew I was the one who really held the leash here, I couldn't help but get lost in the fantasy. This brought back memories.

My cunt was a geyser of cream at this point and I reached down to rub at it, grinding my hand against the clit as sheer cockworshipping bliss brought me to climax again and again. Finally I pushed him back, gracefully moving to clumsily sit my ass in the sink, spreading my legs wide for him.

As his cock entered me it was a jolt, but I had to consider myself lucky since he only got fatter and fatter until his thickest part at the base. I bit his shoulder, not using my fangs, just having to take the overwhelming feeling out on something as he fed me inch after inch of endless cock, moaning and howling his way through every little motion of his hips.

He met enough resistance that he was only buried half inside of me before he felt the need to pull back. I only enjoyed the briefest respite from super-gaping I was getting before he viciously drove back in, coring me out with savagery that made my poor pummeled pussy weep rivulets of juice that flowed down his cock like an aqueduct.

We were both surprised by his sudden orgasm, the sheer force of his fat cumblasts making my cunt tremble and torque as it answered with orgasmic salvos of its own, my legendary squirting bathing him in juice as he sawed in and out. Round after round of his thick, hot cum. I was going to have to teach him to hold on longer, but that would come with time. For this stud's first at-bat, he had absolutely knocked it out of the park.

He was cumming for a long time, I'd guess maybe ten full shots from the way his monumental member was pulsing, and then he pulled out and absolutely HOSED me with his dick juice. There were big ball-fulls for each of my temples, my hair, my forehead, my cheeks, my nose my chin, each eye, my neck and then at least half dozen salvos for my super-sized tits. By the time I'd wiped the sheet of cum from my eyes so I could open them again I had to laugh at what I saw in the mirror.

I was, of course, not casting a reflection, but I was wearing so much of his boiling sperm you could see a perfect outline of my face, shoulders, hair and huge tits, gooey drops the only thing that betrayed my presence in the silvery glass surface, like I was a being made of cum. But then, that's about what I felt like.

I'd need time to train this magnificent specimen of horse-cock, but Ophelia was fucking in for it, that much was sure.

I stepped out of the restroom with renewed vigor. Not only was I filled with the suspiciously delicious sanguinir of this ultra-hung stud, but visions of what I would do with him danced in my head. He wasn't there yet. He was wimpy, he came too quickly, he was skittish, and he didn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman. But he had that COCK. The other things could be taught if he was the learning kind, dicks like his on the other hand you were born with or not.

"Come along, Ian," I commanded as I walked with him out onto the street. He scampered somewhat to keep up, doing his best lost puppy face behind. I let myself consume some of the sanguinir I had in reserve and leapt twelve feet up to the bottom of a fire escape, turning and extending a hand down for Ian.

"Jump!" I intoned. He took a running leap and just barely managed to snag my hand, looking shocked as I hauled him with unnatural strength onto the metal platform. Together we walked the wrought-iron flights until we came to the rooftop, the view of the city's incandescence below was magnificent.

"You were at a Goth club that worships Vampire-kind. Do you want to be one?"

He gasped, "More than anything!"

"I may choose to give you that gift, Ian, to allow you what we call Rebirth, but you're going to need to be worthy of it. Do you think you can be worthy?"

"I...I can try." His voice was solemn when he said it.

"Good." I dug into my bra for some of the money I'd stolen and handed him a dense wad of hundred-dollar bills. Oh don't misunderstand, they didn't all come from that guy I robbed right after awakening, I'm always stealing. Always. Every club I'd moved through since ending my Reverie, every person I'd sized up, I'd used my unmatched speed to snatch through purses, wallets, billfolds, whatever I could find. I was a good pickpocket before my Rebirth, and after I'd begun to develop my dark Talents I was unstoppable.

He gaped at the money.

"Take this. You are going to use some of it to join a gym, where you will sign on with a personal trainer. You will take more of it and buy yourself some goddamned proper clothes. Let a clerk help dress you. Tomorrow night, I want you to come find me in front of "Club Baby Seals" in the suit and we'll get started with what else I can teach you.

He stuffed the bills into his pocket frantically, nodding the whole time. This was going to be a challenge, but I was confident we were both about to rise to it.