Augmentations 18
by AKA
Our first duty - if ‘duty’ was the right word, though it felt much more like pleasure - was of course to visit the hall where all of our brothers waited for their assignments. Some would be outside the Residence servicing those who could afford them - those who were as I had been - but there would certainly be enough men available for us to immediately mature a very large contingent.
How far would we take them? I wondered if the world was ready for us, Level Twelve Augments with abilities, strength and beauty so far surpassing what could be normally attained that we might no longer be considered merely human.
Perhaps we never were. I thought of my own initial impressions and curiosity about Augments and realized I had not considered them human at the time. Now that I was one of them - indeed, now that I was more than them - I understood my misconceptions and was determined not to allow the world to consider these men, or me, lessor beings intended for the service of others.
I was a god, or the nearest thing to one that was walking the earth. A god of love and sex. And I would show the world what that truly meant.
First, though, and selfishly, I wanted to see what I had become. I wondered if my own level of perfection approached what I saw and felt in the overwhelming physical beauty, massive muscular development and wondrously intense sexuality that Eros and Anteros had attained. Did I look like them? Did I even approach that level of superhuman perfection?
Looking down at my newly grown body, it was clear that my own muscularity, level of development, and physical refinement was at least as absurd and grandiose. My chest pushed forward by inches. Each globe was perfect. The merest movement brought thick striations of power that pressed against my skin, showcasing the evident strength I could manifest. I certainly felt powerful. Bending either arm, a huge ball of perfect brawn swelled upwards and split into distinct heads. I was carved and ripped and beautiful.
“I want to see myself,” I said.
Eros smiled. “Of course,” and then with a gentlemanly wave of his incredibly muscled arm, he bowed slightly and gestured toward the room where I had shattered the mirrors when I spontaneously erupted with a rocket of cream when I had looked upon my old self.
I was determined, somehow, to keep control of myself this time. After all, there were only so many mirrors in the room. If I kept breaking them - and kept maturing (did I want to keep maturing? Could I?) - I would lose the ability to look at my glory and comprehend what others saw looking at me.
I could practically feel Eros’s eyes on my butt as I walked before him. He wanted inside. He wanted to feel what I felt like. He hungered for me.
The ceiling was lower than before and I had a weird, sudden sense of falling as I adjusted to my new taller height. It was difficult for me to gauge how big the three of us were without someone else to compare to, but based solely on the size of the furniture and the new angle from which I viewed everything, I estimated that we had grown to nearly eight feet tall.
Titans, then, as well as gods. No one would be able to ignore us - though, given our ability to bring roomfuls of people to instant sexual fulfillment...or were we stronger now and could perhaps do it to entire buildings? Just stand outside a nearby office, naked and glorious, unleashing our unlimited sexual power on it and the people inside and watch as the windows were suddenly covered with milky white cum? Dicks ripping free of their cages and fountaining thick loads before their owners knew what was happening to them?
Anyway, everyone would know we were around, if only from the scent.
The room was saturated with that feral cologne, and now we were all giving it off. Eros had previously been the sole owner of this pheromonal exhaust, releasing it from himself to heighten the pleasure of those around him. Now all three of us had been gifted with it, and were apparently releasing it in such strong doses that it was unavoidable and very potent.
It was a kind of beautiful stink. Certainly not floral or perfumed. It was a wild, natural, very human musk scented of our bodies and our sex. It was not unfamiliar to me, for it had the tang and flavor - yes, the taste - of sweat, but it was stronger, and colored with a sense of sexuality and sensuality. Its effect was almost narcotic, drilling straight to the libido.
It felt good to breathe myself in, and it made my cock buzz and my ass tingle. It was very definitely heightening the sensation of sexual pleasure that we were capable of delivering, and it seemed to be constantly issuing from...somewhere.
“Yes,” Eros said, almost growling the words. “You smell good. You will from now on. It’s part of who you are.”
Had I spoken my thoughts aloud? “So do you,” I said. He grabbed my muscled ass in his strong grip and sent a heavy throb of sexual desire into my huge frame. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to fuck everyone. I knew that I would now always feel this way. My cock throbbed happily and I heard him rumble a laugh that he could still manipulate me so easily.
“You didn’t know what would happen,” I suggested, knowing it to be true. I glanced back at his handsome face. My cock throbbed again.
“No,” he admitted. “But we knew it had to happen.”
“What did?”
“We had to move beyond their control, and their ideas of who we are. We had to be our own men.”
“You were not?”
He shook his noble head. “We were not. Not until you.”
A swell of pride and lust and love grew inside me. I had done this? No, we had done this. “Not until us,” I said.
He laughed gently again. It was a warm, wonderful, dick-strengthening sound. “Not until us.”
We rounded the corner into the room of shattered mirrors and walked toward where we could see ourselves. I wasn’t sure if this was important to my two companions, and I don’t think that it was. Their goals had not been to merely upgrade their bodies and minds to become the incredible men we were now. They wanted freedom, and if the ‘price’ was to become gods, then so be it.
I walked past the broken glass and turned toward the remaining intact mirrors, partly excited and partly frightened to see what I had become.
I looked at my reflection, my eyes meeting my reflection’s eyes first and there was no difference there. My face had changed once again, and was now utterly free of any blemish, line, irregularity or fault that I could see. I looked as I had always looked, but now I looked better. More masculine. More handsome. An intense virility and manly aspect was the most striking difference. Then I allowed my gaze to drift down to my new body and had to suppress that now familiar instinct or uncontrollable desire to release a heavy load of my copious and seemingly limitless supply of cum from my massive cannon because I looked….
My god. Someone will have to invent new words to describe the absolute beauty of this body. Someone will need to scribe a new dictionary of adjectives and verbs so that my tongue can adequately report on what my eyes are seeing.
As I move, as I turn, as I breathe, I can watch this body display its utter and absolute perfection of form and strength. I never thought or dreamed to see in the flesh what my head could only imagine before - and I certainly never thought that I would be occupying the body that I saw before me.
I began to move my hands along the new bulging contours of this masterful and perfect body and watched the reflection do the same. There was still some disconnect within my brain about seeing that man in the mirror and realizing that man was me. How could he be? The man I saw before me was absolutely perfect.
But my hands were verifying what my eyes were seeing in a very distinct and sensitive manner, and a marriage of appearance to reality and realization that this was now me formed in my head.
As my hands passed along my skin, an erotic conduit began to build. My skin was now highly sensitized to touch, including my own. I was feeling my hands traveling along every millimeter with a sensitivity so exact and so intense that it was difficult, at first, to withstand the sudden and acute level of physical and mental information I was processing about...everything. My body was reacting in ways I was accustomed to, but in a manner and intensity that was so far above anything I previously experienced that for a moment I felt drunk and dizzy, intoxicated on the sensual sensations my brain was being force-fed.
It was a highly erotic and sensual sensation. Just my hands moving over my skin. I could feel, with my fingers, every hair, every cell, every nerve ending on every millimeter of my flesh. I could feel the muscles and tendons. It occurred to me that this higher sense of touch would come in very handy, of course, given that I was now a being built - designed - for sex and pleasure. I could now immediately and in the minutest detail receive feedback concerning the person I was touching. I could tell how what I was doing felt to them.
I looked at Eros with wonder on my face. “I can feel…”
“Everything,” he stated, finishing my sentence. “Yes. I was wondering when that would occur to you. It was surprising to me that you didn’t have that before. Well, at least not everywhere.”
“Everywhere?”
“Your old body had areas that were more sensitive than other areas, for some odd reason that I never understood.”
“My dick.”
He nodded. “Fingertips. Your tongue. Now, that level of sensitivity to touch - and of touch - has been augmented and covers your entire form. Every centimeter of your skin is now sensitized to the skin of others. It helps us decipher when what we are doing is pleasurable to those we are with, so we may continue to stimulate those areas our partners enjoy most, and avoid other areas.”
I looked at myself again. “Even my sensitivity to myself?”
“Of course. How will you understand the pleasures of others if you don’t understand your own?”
I could hardly breathe, let alone think. Really, it was quite overwhelming. It was like discovering another whole new sense, though it was really only an absurdly amplified version of one I already possessed. I wondered if my others had been similarly boosted? “Do you...will I ever get used to this?”
“In what way?” Eros asked, curiously. “Do you mean you would prefer your body to register sensations in the old manner? Why would you want that?” To illustrate his confusion and to clarify his point, he set his hands to my body and began to explore in a similar fashion.
A cascade of new, exciting, highly sensual sensations began to emanate from every point on my body that he touched. My god, if my own touch had shocked me, his was sending me close to insanity.
It felt so amazing, so pure and clean and perfect. I could feel him with an intensity bordering on ferocity. I could neither shrink from his touch nor lessen its impact. My brain was being flooded with sensations, and struggling to interpret them all and come to terms with what I was feeling.
Eros advised, “Relax. There is nothing to fear.” His voice was soothing, calming...but I was trying to cope with something I had no preparation for.
“It’s too much,” I said. And I was afraid.
His hands moved over my massive naked form with a gentleness that belied his own size and power. I understood that he was feeling everything I was feeling. My body could provide the same feedback that it now recognized and absorbed. He did not need to read my mind or look at my face to understand my emotional state as my new body delivered this flood of sensations. My body, through our contact, was telling him so.
He moved closer. His scent was deep and funky and made my cock pulse and throb. It seemed designed, and it probably was, to drill itself into my pleasure center through my nostrils and live there, sending out waves of pure carnal thoughts that tickled my libido and made me feel suddenly hot - physically and emotionally.
He placed his lips to my neck. I had never felt a kiss like that. I could feel his lips, their softness, their warmth, their moist heat against me as if he were kissing my own lips. One hand moved down my body, over my bulging pecs and cobblestone belly and his fingers rubbed my treasure trail and dug into my thick pubic bush. The other hand moved around and across my chest, his fingertips lingering for a moment on each nipple - vast shocks of pure sexual lust erupted from each, as if he were plucking some taught guitar string that registered symphonies of bliss through his simple touch - before he pulled me into his muscular embrace and he pressed himself to my back.
The contact of skin on skin multiplied by a billion-fold and I nearly swooned from the sensual impact.
He kissed my neck again. He pulled my earlobe between his lips and sucked it gently. He pinched it between his tongue and teeth. I felt every millimeter of his body against mine, and I knew it with a level of intimacy that seemed almost obscene. His lips moved next to my ear and he whispered, roughly, “Would you really want to miss this feeling?”
His body swelled. He used his immense strength and squeezed me. I could feel everything with a magnitude of touch that was insane. His warmth, his hardness, his softness, his sexiness.
“No,” I answered truthfully. I turned around in his arms and wrapped his body in my own strong embrace and kissed his mouth soundly. My brain exploded with an absolute nuclear bomb of sex and sensuous sensations.
And this from nothing more than an embrace and a kiss. I physically shuddered from that realization.
He smiled against my mouth. He understood that I was only beginning to understand what I was capable of now. “Yes,” he said, pulling his lips away and looking into my eyes, “fucking feels fantastic.”
Anteros, likely feeling left out of all this exploration, pressed his warm, hard body to my backside. He was erect, and firmly so. The heat there was magnified and he slipped his shank between my meaty cheeks, rubbing himself against me. I could feel his body as intently and powerfully as I felt Eros, but I could also distinguish each man quite easily. My brain was processing all of these millions or billions of touch points against my skin with pinpoint accuracy.
I felt every ridge and vein and bump on Anteros’s prick. His form, large nipples pressed against my skin felt entirely different from the feeling of his chest, or his belly, or his arms. I could practically form a picture of his body in my head, based solely on him pressing himself against me from behind.
Eros opened his arms and pulled Anteros into the embrace, creating a sandwich from my meat and I was being surrounded by muscle, cock, skin, fur - men.
Closing my eyes, then, Eros continued to kiss my lips as Anteros began to kiss my neck. My cock was growing hard and I allowed it to do so, feeling myself swelling between these two gods as they caressed, kissed, massaged, stroked and groaned in evident and obvious lust for me, and for each other.
I wanted to fuck them both, again. I wanted to feel that sensation. I wanted one to be inside me while I was inside the other. I wanted us joined in the most intense and intimate manner it was possible for humans to experience, and I wanted to feel the sensations of fucking and being fucked inside this new super-sensitive skin.
But at this rate, I knew we would never leave the room.
As my demeanor changed, the two of them immediately recognized it and our mutual pleasuring slowed and then ceased. This was another aspect of becoming intimately attuned to our partners. We could go wherever they wanted us to go, and we could pull back the moment we sensed the desire to do so.
My head was spinning at the sheer weight of this realization. That I could - I would, without hesitation or intent - know the people I would be with at this level of intimacy. No words need ever be spoken. No gestures made. Their feelings, their desires, their passions, their needs would be screamingly obvious to me as they themselves knew it.
I was empathic at a level so deep that I could anticipate the desires of others before they understood it themselves.
And when they wanted their engines revved to the red line, I could do that to, without thought.
If ever there was a perfect lover designed by god, I was it.
We were it.
Him.
Them.
Gods.
Gods of perfect love. Perfect sex.
“Let’s go,” I said to my brothers. “We have a lot to do.”
“Yes,” Eros agreed, “we do.”
We strode from our reflections towards the elevator. Its doors recognized our approach and opened quietly. We squeezed ourselves inside, rubbing against each other much to my on-going delight, and the small room began to transport us back to the Residence. I thought about how much I had changed, all in the space of a few hours.
I had walked inside with these two massive men as they towered over me. Now we were equals in every way, and so much beyond the men we would be encountering when these doors opened that they might feel as I had back then.
I would see my initial Overseer again. I was now more than him, as well. What would be his reaction to us? Could he overcome his own programming, or conditioning, and understand what we had done - what we had become?
Would he send some alarm to whomever was in control of these men? Would they try to subdue us before they understood we were now unstoppable, and completely beyond their control?
Would we seduce them, and make love to them, and lift them to our godhood?
Yes, I thought. Of course we would.
The doors whispered open.
I was temporarily dazzled, again, as my new senses made their powers known to me. As before, I could see auras emanating from every man in the Residence, but now they were so much richer, and conveyed so much more information that I was sure I would quickly learn to understand. I looked at my companions and they were glowing - had been all along, but we were all of the same wavelength, or something, and their glow was dimmed by my own.
Now, though, looking at the gathered, beautiful, naked men in the Residence, I was awestruck by their beauty and power.
Then my sense of smell and its heightened ability to recognize the singular scent of a man kicked in, too, and I could delineate every body in the room, and knew the exact count of them, and where they were, and who was with whom, and the level of sexual desire they were currently experiencing.
My ears, too, had been changed. Rather, my sense of hearing. My ears had been physically perfected like every other aspect of my body, but my hearing had altered in some fashion to be attuned to nuance of tone and emotion, even in such subtle sounds as moans of pleasure, or gasps of wonder, or growls of desire.
I though for a moment that I would be flooded with too much information, that I would be unable to cope with it all, that I would be distracted or even crazed by trying to understand everything coming in at once, but that wasn’t the case. After an initial moment of adjustment - and surprise - these new senses were innate to me.
Instinct of a sort overcame any fear of inundation, and I was easily discerning each man in the crowd, even at a distance, based on his scent, his level of desire, his sexual craving, the strength of the pheromones he was pumping out, whether he was already engaged in activity or not. It was colossal, how much I knew about every man in that place and I had yet to actually set foot in the room with them.
The power. The staggering power not just in my fingertips, but in every single cell of my body.
“Oh my,” I said softly.
Eros and Anteros looked at me from either side. Their sheer sexual power was throbbing in the enclosed space. It was a wonder to me that the men spread out before us were not already spontaneously fountaining huge sprays of cum from their suddenly erect pricks, thrown into spasms of orgasmic ecstasy and succumbing to our combined overwhelming beauty. Hell, it was a wonder that I wasn’t creaming the walls with my own unending load of spunk!
I knew that they could tell without words - from only my own scent and the sensations I was providing consciously and subconsciously - what I was feeling. We knew each other at a depth that no humans had ever been able to share before. Love flowed from them into me, and I returned it.
I took a deep breath of the sexuality in the room and clapped my hands together. “Let’s party!”
“Indeed,” Eros agreed, readily.
“Fuck yeah,” Anteros announced with his typical schoolboy charm.
What passed then, in the few hours that the three of us spread ourselves among our brothers would be hard to convey only in words. Perhaps if I was there beside you I could more amply illustrate the level of sexual power we were offering, in person, touching your body, and you touching mine.
Our augmented and enhanced level of beauty and sex will otherwise remain inconceivable to you. Even if you have already been with an Augment, or are augmented yourself. The level of sexual, sensual, physical and emotional ecstasy I can now provide far surpasses anything you have experienced, or imagined. I can guaran-fucking-tee you that.
It will be difficult if not impossible for you to fathom what we three can do. It would have been impossible for me to conceive of it until we were engaged in it - until I released myself, unleashed myself, let loose the reins of the roaring sensual beast that lies within me - and experienced and realized to the fullest extent my body’s overwhelming and nearly overpowering sexual abilities and had not experienced what I am capable of and very willing to do to you, now.
To you, or for you, or with you. However you prefer it to happen. Us to happen. Together. In control or out of control. Top or bottom or both. Dominant or submissive. None of that matters. You never have to tell me. You never need to speak, unless you want to, and then you will shout and scream and tear the sky apart.
Because when you are with me, you will experience perfect bliss. So will I, of course. You never need to worry about that, if that is something you worry about. Are you performing adequately? Am I enjoying myself? Are you all that I hoped you’d be?
Fuck that shit, my friend. My brother. My lover. Fuck it all to hell. There is no possible way to disappoint or confuse or irritate or frustrate me. It is all good, all of it, every single drop of it.
When I’m with you. And only you.
And I want that very much. I ache for it, I live for it, for your touch, your face, your cock, your ass. All of you.
And when you’re with me, I will wrap you up in my strong, strong arms and remake your world. I will kiss you as you have only dreamed a kiss can be, and you will think you have never felt anything that felt that good, and that you may never feel anything that good again.
But you’d be wrong, because we’ve only just started, you and I. There are worlds of pleasure to explore. Every centimeter of your body, everywhere. My hands, my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my teeth, my cock, my balls, my ass, my skin and bones and muscle.
My muscle. Do you like muscle, my brother? My lover? Do you want to feel it? Touch it? Worship it? Do you want to feel me as I swell? As I bulge and grow, because of you? As I become stronger and stronger, as my body literally swells with power and I hold you against me as I grow? Do you want to feel that? Do you want to experience what it feels like for me, to feel your worshipful hands on my naked body, stroking and rubbing and caressing me as I grow more powerful by the heartbeat?
And by the time we’re finished, you’ll understand what it is to be me. Because I will give it to you. I will give it all to you.
Because I can.
And I want to.
I have never wanted anything so strongly in my life.
We moved among them slowly, taking our time with each and every man in that room, and then we watched them with each other. We watched them swell to glorious perfection. We watched them grow and develop into men like us, gods like us, sexual masters with unlimited capacities and unyielding desires. Able and willing and wanting to go everywhere, do everything, be everyone for our lovers, our partners, our brothers.
I came gallons of hot, sweet cream. I pushed inside them and fucked them hard and deep and true. I made them whimper and cry and shout with unfettered bliss. I made them scream with passion. I knew them all as I came inside them, and I welcomed them inside me and pushed their bodies higher and higher and higher, watching and feeling them swell with power that only I could give them - until they gave it to each other.
The room was soon overflowing with muscle and sex and passion and love. The walls were weeping with the scent of us all. The ceiling pulsed and bulged from the heat we gave off as we kissed and fucked and grew.
Each man realized his ultimate perfection. Each man knew us, and we knew them. I fucked him and he sighed and groaned and grasped me hard. He fucked me and I watched his muscles swell with power and strength and watched his face changing to its perfect handsome form and felt the weight and size of him increase as I pushed kilos of thick, hard, powerful muscle into him.
His cock stretched and swelled and hardened into a tool of ultimate glorious sex. His balls bulged and pumped gallons of hot cream all over the both of us, coating our perfect, silken skin and forests of soft fur in the ultimate expression of masculine lust.
Bigger, stronger, more powerful than any man has ever been or might ever be. Level Eight, Level Ten, Level Twelve.
An army of liberated sexual gods tangled in each others’ powerful, loving arms. Swollen to glorious perfection with overactive libidos and overwhelming desire.
Then we were together again, my brothers and I. Eros and Anteros and Zeus, standing at the apex of the family of men, eight feet tall and swollen with power. Cocks rose in salute to us as the dozens of men before us kissed and caressed each other, unable to hold back their lust and love for each other.
Eros kissed me soundly. “Thank you,” he said. His voice was a rumble of pure masculine strength.
“You’re welcome,” I told him. “It was my pleasure.”
He laughed. “That is undoubtedly true.”
“What now?” Anteros asked.
“You need to ask?”
“I like to ask you questions,” he admitted, “because I love to hear your voice. It reminds of when we met, and what you said to me.”
I looked at him and my brow furrowed. I may have been emotionally attuned to his desires at a very essential level, but that didn’t mean I could read his thoughts.
He bent his lips to my ear. “I said, ‘M’gonna cum,’” he whispered. “I said, ‘You’re making me cum.’”
His exact words. The memory of our meeting flooded back to me as if I were re-living it. I could see him standing there, naked in the lounge, stripped bare because I asked him to. And my words were on my tongue. I replied. “Don’t. Don’t cum.”
His breathing grew ragged. His balls were churning. His cock was steel hard, and hotter than the sun. I knew his flood was already pushing for its release. The dam was going to burst. “Oh, fuck,” he said, softly. His warm lips brushed my cheek.
I reached down and grabbed his dick hard, squeezing his shaft. “Don’t cum,” I said. My voice was soft and hard at the same time. I could feel his desire swelling, literally and emotionally. “I don’t want you to cum.” Eros was looking on with a smile on his supple lips. Did he know what we were doing?
“Can’t,” Anteros whispered hoarsely. “Can’t hold it.” His cock bulged in my grip, prying my fingers open.
I squeezed harder. “Why do you have to cum?”
He licked his lips. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly. “Because of you,? he said. “Oh, fuck, I want you so bad. I need you so bad.”
Want. Need. There was that familiar strain and desire in his voice. His cock was monstrously thick and hard and pulsing. “Will you cum without my permission?”
“No,” he said. “No,” again, softer. The muscles of his body were stark and bulging against his flesh. Veins were everywhere. It seemed like he was truly about to explode, as if the action of withholding the wealth of cream in his balls from erupting up and out the fat inches of his magnificent prick was causing his whole body to swell with brawn.
He was on the verge of a huge ejaculation. My very presence still made him this way. The scent of me. The sensation of my closeness. His huge body, overwhelmed with muscle, standing tall and true and awaiting my desire, my wish, my command. “When I place my lips to your cock head,” I said, very slowly, “you may cum in my mouth.”
His smile was incandescent. “Thank you,” he answered.
“But not until then,” I added, stroking the full length of him. He was so hot under my touch. His blood was on fire. His cock bulged against my hand and his balls churned and moved with the full load of his creamy, powerful cum.
“I understand,” he said.
I dropped to my knees before the god. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck, yes,” he stated. “Oh, fuck, I want to cum inside your mouth. Oh, fuck, I can hardly hold on. I want you so, so badly.”
I licked my lips. His monstrous meat throbbed angrily an inch from my mouth. The tip drooled a steady stream of precum and full, thick veins wound around the shaft like lightning bolts. The wealth of his foreskin was stripped back and the helmet was shiny and red. It jutted forward from him like a tree limb, its weight and heft keeping it at a 90-degree angle from his perfect muscular body. It bulged with his need, and grew fatter as I watched it.
I leaned slowly forward and opened my mouth. I darted my tongue forward and touched it to the end of his prick, tasting his salty essence and drawing back a thin clear string of honey. The tang of his taste coated my lips and I sucked it off. He pulled in a sudden deep breath and his hands balled into fists. I was torturing him, and we were both enjoying it.
His cock was magnificent. I could’ve remained there with his huge meat throbbing before me forever. It was a thing of gorgeous masculine power and immense sexual might, thick and powerful and juicy, ready to go off and fountain his massive flood of hot cream, the ultimate expression of his desire and his power.
A deep groan escaped his chest. His cobblestone belly heaved with each breath. Trickles of sweat, scented with his intense funky spice, wound through the curls on his huge pecs. A droplet clung to one nipple, quivering and plump.
I smiled and licked my lips, staring forward at his cock. Another drizzle of precum grew to a fat ball of honey and drooled from the eye. “Please,” he begged me. “Please…”
I pursed my lips and leaned forward. I kissed the tip of it. He was hot and hard. A slick of precum coated my lips. He nearly came. I felt him surge and bulge as I kissed him, but he managed to contain his load for another heartbeat.
He was right on the verge. Right on the edge. He could probably feel it pushing up the inches of his prick, filling it up with his seed, ready to explode with a fat, thick spray. I licked the tip and sucked his clear honey inside my mouth. “You’re perfect,” I said.
Then I opened my mouth and welcomed him inside.
He immediately exploded. Just like the first time. His first blast squirted out between my lips and his shaft and another fat gush was already following it up. He groaned again and sighed and came again. The third as full and rich as the first. I guzzled and gulped and swallowed as fast as I could manage, feeling his heat and power flowing down my throat and into my belly.
He came copiously and continuously and fully. Gushing blasts of his cream filled my mouth. A dozen thick thrusting gouts of hot cream and he still wasn’t done. I drank it all down, every drop I could keep in my mouth, feeding my need for his strength and beauty and power as if he was giving it to me through this thick fount.
I grabbed onto his ass and held him inside and he started to thrust and fuck my face. I sucked and slurped and wrapped my tongue around his fat cock and felt it surge and bulge as he came over and over.
At last he sighed and I felt his hands on my face, his warm palms against my cheeks, and he lifted my eyes to his face and his beautiful smile and he said, “Thank you.”
I pulled my mouth off his still drooling cock, sucking off the last precious drops of pearlescent cream, and licked my lips of his taste. “You’re very welcome,” I said. “That was amazing.”
He winked. “And we’ve only started.”
The Beginning….
Continued in "Amplifications"