King of The Thrill

All characters portrayed in this fictional story are 18 years of age or older.

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King of the Thrill

I remember when I first began to masturbate. As a youngster, it was a new and exciting pastime; a diversion; an unspeakable act of personal intimacy.

Now, as a young adult, it seems that everyone wants to see me ejaculate. Word has spread around about the young man who can produce more semen, and launch it further than anyone has ever seen, or heard of.

That's how I got the name, "King of the Thrill."

But, I didn't get that name until much later. The girls I had sex with in school were repulsed by the abnormal amount of cum they were faced with (no pun intended). I couldn't seem to keep a girlfriend once they saw how much cum I produced. They were disgusted by it.

It all started when my first girlfriend gave me a handjob. After she saw how much semen I sprayed all over her and the inside of my car, she broke up with me on the spot.

"Good Lord, Bobby... Is this some kind of joke?... Why did you do that?"

"Why did I do what?"

"Why did you have to shoot so much semen everywhere?"

"I don't know what you're talking about... That's how much comes out every time."

"Look at me... I'm a mess... What will my mother say?"

"Sorry... I don't know what to tell you."

"Ahhkkk,,, That's disgusting!... Take me home."

I thought I was normal. I figured every man was about the same when it came to ejaculating. I had no idea that what I produced was anything but normal.

I stand approximately 5 feet 9 inches and weigh about 160 pounds. Pretty average. Maybe a little under average. I don't know.

My cock is also pretty average in size. I'd heard the size of your erection is determined by the length of your hand; from the bottom of your palm, to the tip of your middle finger. That made mine almost seven inches.

My balls, however, were quite large.

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During my senior year in High School, I dated a few girls who agreed to have sex with me. They weren't the prettiest girls in school, and they weren't a member of the popular crowd, but they had pretty bodies and they certainly had plenty of teenage sex appeal.

One such girl was Karen Kimball. She invited me to her house one day after school. Her mother was home, busy in the kitchen, so Karen snuck us into her bedroom without her mother knowing.

We made out on her bed, then Karen unfastened the buttons on her dress and let me munch on her sweet little titties. While I was slobbering on her pretty, pink nipples, Karen extracted my stiff boner from my pants.

Once she stroked my length to full hardness, Karen laid back on her bed and said, "Put it in me, Bobby."

I got on my knees as she hung her legs over the edge of the bed. I pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties aside. Karen's pretty pussy was so wet, the soft pubic hairs surrounding her snatch were soaked. I dipped my finger along her soft, moist slit and brought her nectar to my tongue.

"Mmmm, you taste good, Karen." I said, as I licked my finger clean of her juices.

"Don't be gross, Bobby... Put it inside me." Karen impatiently waited for me to insert my hard cock in her eighteen your old pussy.

I nudged my spongy glans against her opening and rubbed it against her wet clit.

"Oh, Bobby... Put it in, please."

I pushed forward and grunted with pleasure as I felt her warm, tight opening receive my hard cock.

Karen grabbed her bedsheets and tensed when I pushed my cock further in.

"Oh, Bobby... yesss."

I was young and a little nervous. Knowing that Karen's mom was not far away and could bust us at any moment, added to my state of arousal as I slid my hard boner into Karen's sweet, wet pussy.

I had Karen's milky white thighs in my hands as I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy.

"Yesss, Bobby... Oh yesss... "

Karen came hard as she felt the first blast of my cum begin to fill her pussy. When more cum filled her up, it overflowed her pussy and began to belch out around my cock every time I pushed in.

"Bobby... what is that?"

"Oh, man... Karen... I'm cumming."

"No, Bobby... don't do that inside me... NO!"

Karen's words startled me so I reluctantly pulled my ejaculating cock from her spasming teen pussy. When I did, several big globs of cum rocketed up to hit her face, while more cum landed on her tummy and exposed breasts.

"NO, BOBBY! What are you doing?... STOP... STOP!"

My cock was shooting more cum past Karen's head, splashing against the wall, sending cum everywhere.

Just then, Karen's mom burst into the room and held her hand over her mouth.

"KAREN! What are you doing? BOBBY... STOP THAT!"

"I can't Mrs Kimball." I said, as I grabbed my spurting cock, thinking that maybe I could control the flow.

I looked down at Karen, and the front of her dress was completely soaked with my cum.

Mrs Kimball dropped to her knees by my side and tried to block my cum from shooting everywhere, and especially all over her daughter.

When my cum splattered against Mrs Kimball's hands, she gave up and pushed my hands away to grab my cock, also thinking that she could stem the flow of cum.

"Oh, my goodness... what should I do?" Karen's mother said, as her grip on my cock was like watching a fireman wield a powerful firehouse, trying to put out a massive blaze.

Finally, Mrs Kimball had no other choice but to put her mouth over the end of my cock. This stopped my cum from ruining Karen's bed. Her dress. The carpet on the floor and the wallpaper on her walls.

Mrs Kimball, as it turned out, was an excellent cocksucker. She had no problem swallowing my cum. And, there was still much more to deliver.

"MOTHER!" Karen squealed, when she saw her sucking my cock.

I laid a hand on Mrs Kimball's head while I felt her expert tongue and mouth devour the copious amount of sperm shooting from the end of my hard cock.

When she had taken the last spurts, Mrs Kimball dropped my cock and stood up.

"Bobby... Pull yourself together and meet me in the kitchen. I'm going help Karen get cleaned up."

I thought about hauling ass out the front door, but the way Mrs Kimball told me to stay was not so fierce as it was, almost apologetic. I didn't understand it, so I stayed to see what played out.

When Mrs Kimball finally walked into the kitchen, I was sitting down and immediately sprang up to stand at attention.

"Bobby... I'm not going to ask for an apology... Frankly, I know that my daughter is somewhat promiscuous and this whole thing isn't entirely your fault. However, I want you to know that Karen is grounded and that you are not permitted to see her during her punishment... Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mrs Kimball... Thank you, Mrs Kimball."

"Now, run along, Bobby... and don't let me catch you near this house for the next two weeks."

"Ok, Mrs Kimball... I promise, I won't."

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After those two weeks were up, I was curious to see how Karen was doing and if she was through with me after what happened.

I rang the Kimball's front door bell. No answer, so I knocked rather loudly.

Finally, the door swung open and there was Mrs Kimball in a flowery bikini and a drink in her hand.

"Bobby!... Come in, dear."

I walked in past Mrs Kimball and could smell alcohol on her breath.

"Is Karen here?"

"No, she's at a friends house for the weekend."

I thought about Mr Kimball and wondered if Mrs Kimball told him about the fateful day with Karen.

"Is Mr Kimball at home?"

"No, Bobby... He's on a golfing trip with his buddies."

I looked at Mrs Kimball in her bikini and felt a stirring in my loins. Her perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol was intoxicating.

"Bobby, I was just outside sunbathing... Would you care to join me?"

"Ummm... I don't have a swimsuit, Mrs Kimball."

"Ooooh, that's Ok... it's just us."

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that, but I had a suspicion that things might get interesting.

We walked out onto the patio where Mrs Kimball set her drink on the table. I could tell she was pretty drunk, but not falling over drunk.

"Would you like to take a swim, Bobby?" She looked at the bulge in my shorts.

"Uhhh... Not sure if... Ummm... Maybe I could go in my boxers?" I offered, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to hang out with Karen's sexy, slightly intoxicated, bikini-clad mother.

"Surrrre, Bobby... That's fine... Do you need help removing your clothes?"

"Ummmm... Yeah, sure." I couldn't believe she asked me that and I wasn't about to refuse the offer.

Mrs Kimball stepped up close and reached for the bottom of my T-shirt. She pulled it up over my head, and stumbled into me, putting her cleavage right in my face. She regained her balance by placing her hands on my shoulders.

"Oh, there you are, Bobby!" She giggled.

By this time, my cock was making a noticeable tent in my shorts.

Mrs Kimball slithered down to her knees and unfastened my shorts. She pulled them down slowly; her progress hindered by my stiff cock.

She yanked the shorts over my stiff obstruction, causing my cock to bob up and down inside my boxers right in her face. Mrs Kimball looked into my eyes and smiled.

"Bobby?"

"Yes, Mrs Kimball?"

"Remember the day you and my daughter were fooling around in her bedroom?" How could I ever forget.

"Yes, Mrs Kimball."

"Do you think you could show me what you did that day?"

My heart almost burst from my chest. I started shaking and my legs got weak.

"What... Mrs Kimball... I... ummm." I did my best to steady my breathing as I pondered Mrs Kimball's request.

"I would love to see you do that again." She stood up next to me.

I felt kind of awkward standing there in just my boxers while the beautiful mother of my would-be girlfriend, clad only in a bikini, asked if she could see my cock hose down her backyard.

"Right here?"

"Why not? We won't have to worry about getting all your sticky stuff on the furniture, walls, and carpet... Not to mention my young daughter."

'We wouldn't?' I thought, 'As if getting all my sticky stuff on anything was an option.'

Mrs Kimball pressed her warm body against my side. She brought her left arm to rest across my shoulders and wrapped her cool fingers around my face and jaw, holding my head steady so as not to look around.

I felt her other hand grasp the waistband of my boxers and pull them down. My cock was free.

I breathed deeply as I felt her hand wrap around my hard cock.

"Mmmm, Bobby, you have a nice cock." She whispered, close to my ear.

"Thank you, Mrs Kimball."

I was so nervous and horny, just the slightest stimulation from Mrs Kimball was sure to pull my trigger.

"Bobby?"

"Yes, Mrs Kimball" I answered with a gasp of air.

"I want to see you cum."

"... Ok"

"I have a confession to make." Her lips brushing against my ear lobe as she spoke.

"Yes?"

"I love cum, Bobby."

"Oh... really, Mrs Kimball." I nearly stammered as my lungs began to burn.

"I've always loved cum... All over me... In my mouth... on my lips... I love it."

"Mrs Kimball... you're so pretty.... May I see your tits, please?" I thought, 'Why not ask. It never hurts to ask, right.'

"Would you like to fuck my tits?"

"Ooooh, Mrs Kimball... yesss... I would like that very much."

She stuck her tongue in my ear and continued.

"Would you like to fuck my pussy, Bobby?"

"Oooh, my god... Mrs Kimball... You're going to make me cum, Mrs Kimball."

She quietly giggled with her face close to mine and stroked the side of my face with her left hand.

"Naughty boy... My pussy is for my husband only."

"Oooohhh,. " I sighed, with lamentable disappointment.

"But... No one has ever been in my ass, Bobby... Not even my husband."

"Oh, god, Mrs Kimball..."

"Would you like to be the first to put your cock in my ass, Bobby?"

That was my cue. The clarion call. My cock lurched in Mrs Kimball's right hand and spit the first of many long strings of pearly white cum onto her patio floor.

"OH!... Bobby!... Look at that!"

I could only look down with my head positioned straight ahead as it was cradled in Mrs Kimball's left hand. I couldn't see my cock, but I could see the mess it was making on her patio.

I grunted and moaned as Mrs Kimball stroked my jerking cock. I could see some of my cum had hit one of the chairs sitting several feet from where we stood.

"Mmmm, Bobby... See how far you can shoot that lovely cum of yours?"

"Mmmmmghnnnnn." I grunted, as I felt the fingers of Karen's mother stroking the underside of my active firehouse.

"Ooooh, Bobby... There's still more cum!"

My eyelids fell and my head lolled back against her arm as Mrs Kimball continued to coax the cum out of my hard cock. Her fingers had accumulated plenty of my lube and they felt great wrapped around my pumping prick.

Mrs Kimball pointed my cock upwards and squealed as my cum flew up to hit the ceiling of her patio cover. The splatter dripping down onto the floor.

"Oh, my goodness... Bobby... you have the most potent cock I've ever held."

When my cum finally subsided, Mrs Kimball lead me to one of the clean chairs. She sat down and guided me to stand in front of her. She rubbed my cum all over my cock with both hands.

"Mmmm, Bobby... I want you to stick this cock in my ass."

She pointed my cock right at her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She licked a drop of cum that was about to fall to the floor, then wrapped her pretty lips around my swollen cock. She was intent on keeping it from softening, and it was working.

"Oooohhh, yessss... Mrs Kimball... your lips are so sexy."

I never lost hardness. Mrs Kimball made sure of that.

She stood and shucked off her bikini bottoms, then bent over the back of the chair. Her bottom was so beautiful, I was happy to stare at it while she wiggled it around to get comfortable.

Her hands came around and her fingers found my target. She spread open her puckered hole and invited me in.

"Go ahead, Bobby... put your cock in my ass..."

I gathered some of my cum that had hit my chest and used it to butter her hole. I pushed forward and let the head of my cock pop past her sphincter.

"Oooohhh, yesss, Bobby.... Please be careful... Don't hurt me."

That last request prompted me to grab her hips and drive my cock deep into her ass.

"Oh, My!... Bobby!... Oh my god..."

I reached around to find her clit with my gooey fingers.

"OOOOHHH!" Mrs Kimball yelped, as I diddled her clit.

I slowed my pace and let go of her hip to untie her bikini top. Her tits fell out and I grabbed one and started pinching her nipple. My other hand was still busy teasing her clit.

"BOBBY!... Oh, Bobby... you're so naughty."

"Mmmm, Mrs Kimball... Your ass feels great on my hard cock."

I dropped her clit and her nipple and went back to pounding her ass with both hands on her hips.

"Oh my god... Oh my god... Bobby... I'm going cum!"

I was cumming too. I felt my cum build up in her ass. With every stroke in, my cum belched out of her ass, making a huge mess near my feet.

There was so much, I decided to pull out. I aimed my cock at Mrs Kimball's back and coated every available surface. A lot of cum shot up into her hair and beyond.

"BOBBY... OH, BOBBY!" Mrs Kimball screamed.

When I was finished, I wrung out the excess cum off my cock and jumped in her pool. She followed and we both swam to the edge and hung our arms over the pool deck.

"That was so much fun, Mrs Kimball... I really enjoyed it."

"Well, thank you, Bobby... Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

"I'd love to."

After a little petting in the pool and a cool drink, I put my clothes on and headed home.

While walking home, I thought about how Mrs Kimball wasn't repulsed by the amount of cum I had, and the power with which it was delivered. She loved it. She wanted it. And, clearly, she wanted me to give her more of it. And I did, many times.

Over time, Mrs Kimball would eventually coax what seemed like gallons of semen from my cock for her personal enjoyment. She bathed in it. She swallowed it. She rubbed it all over her body. Many times, she simply allowed me to ceremoniously coat her face and body with the cum that spewed from my cock.

'Why,' I thought, 'didn't Karen and the other girls my age feel this way?'

Inexperience, I surmised.

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And then, this amazing thing happened one day during a recess period at school.

I was putting my books inside my locker when a girl named Sydney slid up next to me and leaned against the lockers.

"Hey, Bobby... I hear you have a special skill."

Sydney was also a senior. She was kind of trashy. Pretty face, nice body, but dressed kind of trashy. Most of the senior girls thought she was a slut.

She and I got along pretty well, even though she would tease me about my height, and the fact that I didn't go out for sports like the jocks. I didn't care. She was one of the cool heads at school who stood out among the nerds and hippies. At least she talked to me.

"What did you hear?" I asked.

"Well... I heard that you can shoot cum from your cock like a Roman Candle."

Hearing her say, 'cum from your cock,' had a tingling affect on my groin.

"Well... is it true?"

I looked at her and then looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear.

"Maybe... Who told you?"

"That's not important... I just wanna know... Can you?"

I didn't say anything. I just bowed my head and hoped that she would leave me alone and go bother someone else.

"Come with me, Bobby." She grabbed my arm and quickly tugged me into a nearby Janitor's closet; about the size of a small bedroom.

"Alright, Bobby... Let me see you do it."

"It's not that simple."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I can't just whip it out and start blowing my load."

"That's funny." She giggled.

"Ok, so what does it take?" Sydney crooked her finger to her mouth

"Well, some sort of stimulation, I suppose."

Sydney was wearing a micro-mini skirt over torn fishnet hose and stiletto heels. She had bandanas tied around her ankles and wore two torn T-shirts with beads and other odd paraphernalia around her neck. She was very pretty in a punky kind of way. Too much makeup, but that only added to her overall look.

"Here... check this out." She put her foot up on a stool and pulled her mini skirt up to show me her panties.

This was good, but not enough to arouse my cum into starting a fireworks show.

"Ok... how about this?" Sydney pulled both of her T-shirts up and over her braless tits.

Now, we were getting somewhere. Sydney had nice, small tits with pretty pink nipples. Still, I didn't feel the earth move.

"Dang, Bobby... What's it gonna take?"

"Well, you could suck my cock."

"Fuck you! I am NOT sucking your cock."

"Ok... well, I gotta go."

"Wait... I'll be right back."

"I'm not staying in here alone."

"Just give me a fucking minute and I'll find someone to suck your cock... Ok?"

"Two minutes."

"No problem. I'll be right back."

After Sydney left the Janitor's closet, I had to admit, I was feeling my cock start to grow just talking to her about sucking my cock. Even if it wasn't going to be her doing the sucking.

Less than two minutes passed and Sydney returned with her friend, Courtney. I liked Courtney. She was petite and pretty. She didn't dress as raunchy as Sydney, but she was still one of the hipsters of the senior class.

"Ok, I told Court what we're doing here, and she's willing to go for it."

"Seriously?" I asked while looking at Courtney. She was wearing a sweet smile between her blushing cheeks.

"Is it true what they say, Bobby?" Courtney asked as she looked at my crotch.

"'THEY'... Who the fuck is 'they'?" I was annoyed and ready to walk out.

"I don't know... just something Syd told me."

"Whatever... Let's get this over with, Ok?" I was getting impatient and didn't want to be tardy for my next class.

"Ok, Court... Start sucking his cock."

"Do you want me to take your pants off, Bobby?" Courtney asked, as she dropped to sit on the little stool.

"Ok... that'd be nice."

Courtney reached up to unfasten my pants and pull them down to my knees.

They both looked at my soft dick.

"Oooh, look at Little Bobby!" Sydney said, as they both giggled.

"Hey, fuck off... Do you want to see this or not." Both girls got quiet as Courtney pulled on my growing cock.

"It's getting Big-ger." Teased Sydney. She just couldn't shut her mouth.

"Ok, here goes." Courtney said, as she moved her lips to kiss my half hard cock.

"Mmmm, that's nice, Courtney." I said, as my cock grew hard.

The danger of being in the Janitor's closet with two girls I never would have thought I'd be showing my dick to, was stimulating, to say the least. Seeing Sydney watching with great interest, licking her lips and fidgeting with obvious arousal had me wishing she would come closer and kiss me.

"Sydney" I said.

"What?" She replied.

"Would you kiss me?"

She was silent. Then leaned forward.

"If it will help."

Her lips were soft. She was a good kisser, but I didn't feel any tongue.

"You're a pretty good kisser, Bobby."

After that, she started getting into it; snaking her tongue out to feel mine.

Pretty soon Sydney had grabbed my face with both hands and mashed her lips against mine. Her tongue painted my lips and explored the inside of my mouth.

I reached up to fondle her tits and she didn't protest. When I pinched her nipples, I could feel my inevitable exhibition was about to begin.

Courtney was doing an excellent job of blowing me. She could deep throat my cock while using her tongue to tickle my balls. I was impressed. And I was ready.

"Ok, stand back if you don't wanna get cum all over you."

Courtney rolled back to my side on the little stool and Sydney back-pedaled into the corner. They were both a safe distance away.

I pumped my hand up and down my cock as they watched the first blast of hot cum hurl out about two feet in front of me, landing on the floor.

Sydney was quick to comment, "Well, that wasn't mu..."

I immediately changed her tune by dispatching three large strings of cum in quick succession. As fast as my heart would pump, I would spurt just as quickly. I was energized and my heart was pumping wildly as these two cute classmates watched in fascination.

Bang! I hit an empty can on a nearby shelf, nearly knocking it over.

"Huhhh," The girls gasped in surprise.

Bam! The next two volleys splattered the side of a box on a higher shelf.

"Holy SHIT!" Sydney said.

Courtney remained quiet as she watched. I saw her reach under her skirt to finger her pussy.

I hoped, privately, that I would fuck Courtney one day.

Meanwhile, I aimed my cock skyward to show how high I could shoot my load. They both shrieked when my cum hit the ceiling light, dripping down on the floor beside me.

"Shhhhhh." Courtney said.

When I was done, my cum had coated the room. The girls were stunned.

After I tucked my cock back in my pants, the door flung open and the janitor walked in.

"What are you kids doing in here? Aren't you supposed be in class?"

We ran out laughing as we knew the poor guy would be cleaning up quite a mess.

It was then that I realized, it wasn't every young girl who was disgusted by my cum. Some really liked it. They were amazed by it. Some really wanted it, and some just wanted to watch.

I would find out, however, it was mostly mature women who appreciated what I had, and what I could do.

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Case in point: The Widowed Neighbor Lady.

The Reverend and Mrs Dillard lived next door for as long as I can remember. The Reverend was nice, but serious all the time. Mrs Dillard always wore long buttoned up dresses; revealing only her arms and ankles. The Dillards had no children and lived a quiet life.

When the Reverend Dillard died a few years ago, Mrs Dillard seemed to have blossomed as she shed most of her strict religious conventions. The way she dressed. Her friendly and outgoing demeanor. The way she would leave a window open with her lights on for a curious young man willing to spy on the attractive woman next door.

I had become almost obsessed with her as I witnessed her gradual transformation from a dowdy church lady, to a sexy, albeit shy and somewhat reserved ticking time bomb.

She didn't see other men, as far as I knew. She didn't entertain men in her home. She only went out for groceries and occasional clothes shopping.

At first, Mrs Dillard was shocked at the unexpected onslaught of my cum, but she soon discovered my abnormal ability to be something other than peculiar or disgusting. Rather, she considered it a stunning phenomenon. Something new and spectacular.

One day, a few summers ago, Mrs Dillard was out front watering her plants in a pretty, yellow sundress. The high cut dress showed more leg than what she usually wore. It caught my eye as I walked by her house.

"Oh, Bobby!... You-Hoo... Bobby!"

"Yes, Mrs Dillard?"

"Could you please come in and change a lightbulb."

"Sure thing, Mrs Dillard."

As I entered her house, I got a better look at her shear sundress. Mrs Dillard's legs were shiny and slender, accentuated by her high heels.

"Oh, dear, it's very warm this summer, isn't it, Bobby?" Mrs Dillard said, as she removed her apron while standing right in front of me.

Her breasts were ready to burst free from the small buttons on the front of her sundress. I could see the lacy bra she wore underneath.

Mrs Dillard unfastened two of the buttons on her dress and wiped her chest with her handkerchief. I couldn't move as I watched her sensual performance. Mrs Dillard was trying to get my attention, and boy, oh, boy was it working.

"Gosh, Mrs Dillard, you sure are pretty." I could feel my cock begin to fill out the crotch of my shorts.

"Well, thank you, Bobby... that's sweet of you to say." She said, as she looked down to see my growing bugle.

She didn't seem too concerned about changing the burnt out lightbulb. If there even was one. Instead she continued to wipe the perspiration from her deep cleavage while using her other hand to push her hair high up on her head, exposing her pretty, slender neck.

I licked my lips as I watched Mrs Dillard. She licked her lips as she stared at the pronounced bulge in my shorts.

"How old are you now, Bobby?"

"I'm uhhh... nineteen, Mrs Dillard."

"Oh, that's nice, Bobby." Her eyelids looked like they were at half-mast as she continued to gaze at the front of my shorts.

I lost track of time as I stood watching Mrs Dillard present herself in a way most mature women wouldn't do in front of the neighborhood teen. But, Mrs Dillard wasn't the average mature woman.

"Bobby, would you like something cool to drink?" Her softly spoken words broke the spell I had fallen under.

"Why, yes, Mrs Dillard... I would," I cleared my throat and adjusted the bulge in my shorts after she turned to lead me into her kitchen.

Mrs Dillard poured two glasses of lemonade. Not knowing I had followed her in to the kitchen, she turned to join me and wound up just a foot away.

"Oh!... there you are, Bobby."

With her heels on, Mrs Dillard was almost as tall as I was. I got a close-up view of the small beads of perspiration on the swell of her two breasts and within the valley of her curvaceous cleavage. I sighed as I let out a long breath of air.

"Well, here you go, Bobby." She handed me a glass of lemonade but didn't move back.

We both drank from our glasses as they nearly clinked together, we were that close. I saw a drop of condensation from the outside her glass drop down to land on her chest.

"Oh! That's cold!" She said as she wiped the drop from the pretty skin of her cleavage. Still not moving away from me.

I lowered my glass and looked at Mrs Dillard. She reached up to wipe my face with her handkerchief.

"You're a handsome boy, Bobby. You must have lots of girlfriends."

"Gosh, Mrs Dillard... I... Ummm.... I've dated a few girls."

"You mean, you don't have a steady girlfriend?"

"No... uhhh... I can't seem to keep one for very long."

"I find that hard to believe. What's wrong with these girls, Bobby?"

"Well... they're scared... ummm... they seem to be put off by... uhhh."

"Yes, Bobby... what is it they're scared of."

"Gosh, Mrs Dillard, it's hard for me to say."

"I'm a good listener, Bobby... you can tell Mrs Dillard."

"Well... they run away when we're making out."

"Run away?... Are you a bad kisser, Bobby."

"I don't think I am. I mean, it all seems to go real well, until later."

"Well, why don't you show me how you kiss, Bobby?" She leaned in slowly with her eyes wide open as her beautiful red lips reached out for mine.

I stayed still as Mrs Dillard's lips touched mine. My cock sprang up and severely tented my shorts in a matter of seconds.

She put her hand on my face and pulled me closer. Our lips softly mashed together. She tilted her head and used both of her lips to grab my upper lip. Soon, her tongue came out and licked my upper lip. Her mouth opened wider and her tongue brushed across both of my lips.

I had never been kissed like this before.

"Oh... Bobby, you have a sweet mouth." She said, before she went back to licking my lips.

I countered her advance by sticking my tongue out to meet hers. I licked her plump lips and tasted her lipstick.

"Bobby, let's go sit in the parlor."

We left our lemonade on the kitchen counter and walked into an adjacent room.

"Sit here, Bobby." She instructed, and then sat down right next to me; our knees touching.

She glanced down at the tall tent in my shorts and looked back up into my eyes with a sweet smile.

Mrs Dillard put her soft hand on my cheek and said, "Bobby, try kissing me again."

She moved in close and I tilted my head as her lips joined mine. Her slow kisses were sensual and arousing. She was teaching me a lot and I was her eager student.

Mrs Dillard placed her cheek next to mine and whispered in my ear, "It's been so long since I kissed another man. The Reverend never kissed me like this."

'Hidden desires and sexual repression. The Reverend must have been a real asshole,' I thought, as the former church lady was feeling unbound by her religious doctrine and free to explore what was once forbidden.

Mrs Dillard casually pulled the hem of her sundress up to expose the clear, creamy skin of her milky-white thighs.

I looked in her eyes after I saw her do this; she smiled and batted her eyelashes.

She leaned over to offer me her lips as I felt her soft hand settle on my knee.

I almost jumped, but instead focused on her lips as we kissed. She redoubled her efforts to push her tongue inside my mouth. Mrs Dillard had a long tongue and it snaked inside to fight with my tongue.

I felt flutters in my belly at the feeling of her soft, pretty fingers touching my leg.

Our kisses became more urgent. Our heads slowly twisting as we softly pushed against the other, tenderly probing the fullness of our fervent lips.

"Oh, Bobby... you are a good kisser."

"Mmmm... Mrs Dillard... You're so... Your lips are so se... nice..."

"Thank you, Bobby." She said, as I could feel every hair on my knee tickle from the presence of her hand.

"Ok, so your problem isn't kissing." She looked into my eyes.

"Yeah... well..."

"Is it something more intimate, Bobby?"

"Uhhh, you could say that, Mrs Dillard."

"Is it something you can show me?"

"Ummm... I'm not sure if that would be appropriate."

"Appropriate?... Bobby... I'm a grown woman. I understand more than you know." I didn't think that was entirely true, coming from a church lady. Unless, of course, she's been doing some online research.

"Yeah, but..."

She interrupted, "You can confide in me, Bobby... You can trust me... and I certainly won't tell your parents... or anyone." Her hand was on the move from my knee, creeping up towards the hem of my shorts.

I breathed in sharply as I felt her soft, cool fingertips tickle the hairs on my leg.

With her face close to mine, she looked at me with a big smile and slowly slid her fingertips inside my shorts.

"It's Ok, Bobby... It's just you and me... I can help you with your problem."

Mrs Dillard's sweet breath hit my nostrils as she was close enough to kiss me while she spoke.

"Yes, Bobby... I can help you." She whispered close to my face.

Her fingers slowly snaked further under my shorts. I gasped for air and she smiled again as she giggled at my tense reaction.

"Mmmm, Bobby... show me." Again, Mrs Dillard softly whispered in her breathy, sexy voice.

She tenderly kissed my trembling lips while her free hand slid her sundress up further to show more of her beautiful thighs. I could just see her baby blue panties.

"Show me, Bobby. I want to see."

Her fingernails made contact with my hard cock as it strained to be free.

I felt her other hand unfasten the button on my shorts.

Her breath was warm as it wafted in my ear. Her cheek pressed to mine.

"Mmmm, Bobby... Let me see it." Mrs Dillard sighed in my ear.

Then, I heard my zipper being pulled down. My heart was beating so fast and hard, I thought I might have a heart attack.

I grunted and shifted my weight to make room for my expanding hard-on.

Mrs Dillard's face stayed close to mine as she slowly inched my zipper down.

"Ohhhh, Bobby..." Her warm breath caressed my face.

When she had my zipper pulled down, her hand brushed against the extended tip of my cock, still inside my boxer shorts.

"Show me, Bobby... Stand up, my dear."

My legs shook as I stood.

My head was spinning as I thought about my shorts being pulled down by the neighborhood church lady.

"Bobby!" She cried out at the sight of my hard cock. It bounced up and down after it was freed from my boxers.

Mrs Dillard pushed my shorts all the way down to fall on my feet. She watched my cock bob in front of her face.

She licked her lips as her hand lightly gripped my stiff dick. She held it up for her eyes to gaze upon. Her pretty fingers looked so good wrapped around my shaft.

I gazed up at the ceiling, praying that I didn't release too soon. Her fingers felt wonderful caressing the taut skin of my hard cock.

"Bobby... You have a beautiful penis."

"Thank you, Mrs Dillard."

"I don't see a problem here, Bobby... May I inspect it further?"

"Uhhh... Yeah... I mean, yes, please."

Mrs Dillard rolled my hard cock around in her hand while holding it close to her lips. She used her other hand to rake her fingernails over my tight balls.

"Bobby... Your testicles are enormous." She said, as her fingernails tickled the coarse hair on my balls.

"Take off your shirt, Bobby." She instructed, as it was hanging in the way.

While I removed my shirt, Mrs Dillard unfastened the remaining buttons on her sundress and slipped it over her shoulders.

I looked down to see Mrs Dillard looking up at me with her hand around my cock. She smiled as she extended her tongue to touch the tip.

I almost couldn't watch as she aimed my cock at her lips with her tongue sticking out. The lipstick she wore was a little smudged from our passionate kissing, but there was enough still there to look pretty and tantalizing for the grand insertion of my inspired cock.

I watched as my cock slid over her tongue and past her red lips. I was in.

With her other hand, Mrs Dillard reached back to unfasten her lacy bra. Her tits bounced out with little to no sag. 'No children,' I thought.

Her tits were beautiful and had nice, thick nipples. I reached down to take one between my fingers.

Mrs Dillard quickly removed my cock and gasped, "Ooooh, Bobby..." She paused and confessed, "The Reverend never allowed such behavior."

I considered what she said as she licked the underside of my cock and softly moaned.

I had both hands on her tits and squeezed as she licked my hard pole.

"Ohhh, Mrs Dillard... your tongue sure feels nice."

"Bobby, let me know when it's time... Ok, sweetheart?"

'Sweetheart?' That was nice, I thought. That term of endearment did more to widen the gap in our age, but it made me all the more horny for her.

"Ok," I replied.

Mrs Dillard proceeded to lick and kiss the tip of my cock; only letting the head past her sweet lips. It was bringing me closer to coming, but I wasn't quite there yet.

More and more of my cock began to disappear past her lips. She was gently bobbing her head back and forth as her tongue danced underneath. I grabbed her head and pulled her toward me.

She pulled me out and said, "Be careful, Bobby... I'll get there."

After that, Mrs Dillard took more of my cock. Soon, she was deep throating me as her tongue tickled the hair on my balls.

"Mrs Dillard... I feel like I'm going to cum."

She pulled me out of her mouth and sat up to offer her tits to me. She took my cock by the base and slid it in between her plump pillows.

My cock was well lubed from her saliva and it felt good traveling between the soft skin of her bountiful breasts.

She looked up at me and said, "Go ahead, Bobby... give me all of your sperm, sweetheart."

'Sweetheart,' again. That did it for me.

My cock lurched in Mrs Dillards' hands and spat out a huge glob of cum under her chin.

Another string of pearls filled her cleavage as I was halfway in between her tits.

I spasmed, which caused my cock to break free from her grip and jettisoned a giant spurt over her head.

"BOBBY! Oh, my goodness, young man... "

Before she had time to finish her cry of surprise, another spurt, this time larger than the last, hit her right in the middle of her forehead.

My cock recoiled as Mrs Dillard's eyes and mouth were wide open in shock, which gave her no chance of avoiding the next volley of cum shooting right into her open mouth.

Gagging and coughing, my cock recoiled again to send another huge string of cum into Mrs Dillard's gasping mouth.

Between more coughing and gagging, she loudly exclaimed, "BOBBY... STOP... PLEASE!"

Wham! Another blast right in her kisser. My cum coated her red lips, dripping down to land on her plump tits.

Mrs Dillard tried to regain control of my spurting cock as it continued to unload spurt after spurt of thick cum on her face and tits, on the wall behind her, and all over the sofa.

"BOBBY... PLEASE!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs Dillard... I can't stop it."

Again, my cock lurched in her hands and delivered a huge string of cum in her eye and across her face.

She dropped my cock to wipe the cum from her eyes. I grabbed it and pointed it at her chest as another giant spurt streaked across her pretty tits.

I stroked my cock and allowed another blast to hit Mrs Dillard right in her open mouth.

More gagging and coughing.

I had to admit, it was fun watching my cock reload and fire at my attractive older neighbor. I pointed it back up as it recoiled and fired another round at poor Mrs Dillard's already coated face.

She had enough, I knew it, but the only other thing I could do was point it somewhere else as I wasn't quite done yet. I felt that wasn't a viable option as I didn't want to simply hose down her nice furniture. There was already plenty on the sofa she was sitting on.

I did finally decide to save her face from more onslaughts by pushing her back to lay on the sofa while I shot spurt after spurt over her tummy and tits.

The only other option was to insert my cock in her pussy, but I didn't think she would appreciate it, given that she was already stunned and somewhat traumatized from the amount of cum being deposited on her face, tits, and tummy.

Suddenly, Mrs Dillard began rubbing my cum into her tits and moaning, "Mmmm, Bobby... This is making me feel... So excited!"

That was my cue. I dropped to my knees and nudged her legs apart. I pulled her panties aside and pushed the head of my cock against her wet vulva.

"YES, BOBBY... Put it in, sweetheart... Let me feel your penis inside me, Bobby."

Another spurt coated her labia with more lube as I pushed in past her wet pussy lips with ease.

"Ohhhh, Mrs Dillard... Your pussy is so wet and warm... Ughnnnn!... OH YEAH!"

"OH, BOBBY... Yessss... Do me, Bobby!"

I hadn't expected to hear the prim and proper Mrs Dillard say 'fuck,' but her use of the term, 'Do me,' was enough to coax me into firing more jizz inside her. I grabbed her hips and pumped her pussy with more loads.

"Oh, yesss... Bobby... Do it to me, sweetheart!" Mrs Dillard grabbed the edge of the sofa seat cushions and writhed on my spurting cock.

"Ohhhhh, I'm cumming, Bobby!... Yesss... I'm cumming!"

Mrs Dillard's body tensed and twisted with lustful pleasure.

I could feel my cum oozing out of her over-filled pussy. I'm sure it was making a huge mess on her rug. I felt bad for the nice neighbor lady.

My hose-down finally finished. I pulled my cock out of Mrs Dillard's pussy and wiped it off with the bottom of her sundress.

I helped Mrs Dillard rise and stand. She was completely covered in my cum.

Her tits were dripping with my cum as it flowed down to soak into her sundress.

"Gosh, Mrs Dillard... I'm so sorry... Now you see my problem, right?"

"Yes, Bobby... I definitely see your problem."

Starting at the top of her forehead, she scraped the cum off her face, not caring if it spilled onto the rug below.

"Can I help you clean this up?"

"No. No, Bobby... I'll get it. Run along now and let me take care of it."

"Ok, Mrs Dillard... Thank you for understanding."

"Yes, Bobby."

As I was headed out the door, Mrs Dillard called out, "Bobby... Maybe you'd like to come back tomorrow and we'll see if we can find a solution to your problem."

"Alright... Thank you, Mrs Dillard."

It was fascinating to see just how much Mrs Dillard opened up (no pun intended) after that first day. She and I spent many good times during those years. I even got her into role playing, wearing lingerie, and using sex toys.

As with other mature women whom I met along the way, Mrs Dillard craved my cum. She quickly learned to love the way I gave it to her. She wasn't repulsed by it, Mrs Dillard was marveled by the erotic way in which it enticed and awakened her own sensual pleasure.

Sadly, our affair ended when she married the wealthy owner of several local car dealerships.

********

The King Cometh

While visiting a music store in the valley last year, I ran into a friend from high school.

"Hey, Bobby... long time, no see?" I heard a voice come from behind me while I was checking out some guitars.

I turned and saw an old familiar face. "Sam, Is that you?... How the fuck are you, bro?"

"I'm doing well, man... how are you?"

"I'm great... It's good to see you... I heard you're in the adult film biz."

"I am."

"How's that working out for you?"

"I love it, man... I'm producing and directing small reel features... It's a blast."

"Good for you, Sam."

"Hey, word around town is you possess a special... talent."

"Oh, yeah?"

"One of the girls who works for me told me that you have this uncanny ability to shoot cum all day long.... Is this true?"

"Well, she may have exaggerated just a bit, but..."

Sam interrupted, "Dude, you should come over to the studio to do some screen tests. That stuff sells... What do you say?"

"Screen tests?"

"Yeah... Screen Tests... It's nothing fancy like the big studios, but the producers and actors like to test people to see if they can shine on camera... Shit like that."

'Hmmm."

"There's good money in it... Especially if that person has a special ability."

"Why not... I'll do it."

"Great... Here's my card. Call me and we'll set it up."

"Cool."

"Alright, Bobby... I gotta go... I'll talk to you soon."

"See ya."

I called Sam a few days later and he setup a screen test that week.

When I arrived at the studio, it was an ugly old warehouse type building with no signs, just a suite number. After I rang the bell, a pretty girl answered the door.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"I'm here to test with Sam Lockhart... I'm Bobby..." She nodded and let me in.

Once I walked through the door, it was a slightly different story from the outside. It was nicer inside. Plain and simple, but nice.

The girl introduced herself as Mindy. She took me through the building to some offices.

"Bobby! You made it. Great... Thanks for coming in... Have a seat." Sam said, after he saw me.

"Thanks."

"So, here's what we're going to do. It's very informal. We'll have one camera rolling while you're performing some foreplay with a girl."

"Ok." I said, not knowing much about how they do things here.

"The girl may fluff you, if she's ready and up to it... or another girl might do it."

"Fluff me?"

"Yeah, she'll prepare you for the shoot."

"Ok." I said, with a puzzled look. "Like makeup and clothes, and stuff."

Sam laughed, "Yeah, we'll probably skip makeup and wardrobe for the test. A Fluffer makes sure you're erect and ready to perform."

"Ahhhh, I see."

"How are you feeling, Bobby?"

"I'm a little nervous."

"Rightly so... It's always nerve racking the first time in front of the lens... Let's go see how the crew is setting up."

We walked through a couple rooms until we got into a space where half the room looked like a bedroom, while the other half was full of lighting and sound equipment with a couple of chairs and a camera on a tripod.

"Sam, we're just about ready to roll." One of the techs said to Sam.

"Alright. Bobby... We don't need to do much here. The crew just wants to see you do your thing. Is that Ok with you?"

"Yeah, sure... Should I say anything... Are there lines..."

"No. No. I'll be talking you through it. The girls will help guide you along."

"Ok, who's fluffing today? Ginger, are you available?" Sam hollered out.

A slim, pretty girl came out behind a wall and said, "I'm here!"

"Good, why don't you take Bobby and get him ready."

Ginger took my hand and lead me back behind the wall from where she came.

"Hi, I'm Bobby."

She giggled and said, "Hi Bobby... I'm Ginger."

Ginger removed her top to show me her pretty little tits.

"Bobby, why don't you drop your pants and let's get to work."

While I felt my face blushing, I unfastened my pants and dropped them to the floor. I tugged my boxers down and off.

"Take your shirt off too, honey... Good. Thank you."

Ginger sat on a small stool and grabbed my limp cock. It was cool in the room and not very sexy. My limp friend wasn't cooperating very well.

"Try to think of something sexy, Bobby... Try looking at the pictures on the wall."

I looked up to see there were actually large posters of naked girls hanging on the walls. Several, in fact. I just didn't see them at first.

There was one that I took a liking to. Ginger pulled on my pecker as I tried to imagine the girl in the poster was the girl working to get me hard.

It started to work.

"Here we go... Now, we've got something to work with here."

"How's it going in there, Ginger?" I heard Sam holler.

"Almost ready."

Ginger finally put my cock in her mouth as it neared full hardness. I grabbed it by the base and helped her. She was doing such a good job by that point, that I was close to blowing my load down her throat.

"Ok, Sam... Bobby's ready."

Ginger guided me back to the bedroom scene where there was a beautiful naked girl laying on the bed. I thought I recognized her, but I put it out of my mind as I wanted to focus on doing what was expected of me.

"Bobby, this is Cindy."

"Hi Bobby." Cindy said, as I heard her sweet voice utter my name.

"Pleased to meet you." I replied, as my cock waved at her.

"Alright, Bobby... I want you to kneel on the bed so Cindy can suck your cock."

"Ready? ... Aaaand, roll!"

I walked up to the bed and knelt in front of Cindy. She immediately took my cock in hand and guided it to her mouth. It felt good and her hands did a nice job of teasing my dick.

"Ok, Bobby... When you get close, I want you to pull out of Cindy's mouth and let 'er rip."

I nodded.

I reached down to feel Cindy's large tits. Her nipples were large too and she looked at me with a smile in her eyes that said, 'Now you're getting the idea.'

I was beginning to relax and enjoy Cindy's mouth on my cock.

It seemed like Cindy really enjoyed sucking my cock as she moaned and whimpered. She had a big, wide mouth, and her lips were full and pretty. I loved how my cock looked going in and out of her mouth.

She started to really go to town and I could feel the cum rise from my balls.

I made a move to pull my cock from her mouth, but Cindy held on and pulled it out herself. I felt it lurch in her hands as it delivered my very first, on-camera money shot.

It landed on Cindy's outstretched tongue. She pointed my cock up, and the next volley shot far over her head.

I heard the people in the room gasp, with "oooh" and "ahhh" at the sight of my flying cum.

"Good, Bobby." Sam said.

My job was to show them how much and how far I could shoot my sperm, and I was doing just that.

"My goodness, Bobby." Cindy exclaimed, as she pointed my cock away from her face.

Seconds later, my cock was fully discharging; blasting long strings of gooey spunk on Cindy, over Cindy, on the wall and floor behind Cindy, and all over the bed she laid on.

I could hear Sam and the others giggling and commenting on what they were witnessing.

"OH!" Cindy yelped and coughed as she let my cock angle toward her face, depositing a large load inside her mouth.

She must have liked it because she didn't pull my cock away.

"Mmmm, Bobby... I love your cum... Oh, yesss, baby... cover me with your cum."

The camera man moved in for a close-up as more of my cum shot into Cindy's open mouth. Plenty of cum landed on her lips and dripped down onto her big tits.

Cindy wasn't able to swallow all my cum. Lots of it flowed out of her mouth as she gulped and gagged.

She placed my spurting cock against her face and rubbed it around as cum flew all around her; in her hair, and in her ear.

She thought I was done, when she let go of my cock. It bounced up and shot more cum into her mouth and across her face.

"Damn, Bobby!... Gimme that." Cindy cried, as she took ahold of my cock again and wrapped her lips around the shaft.

Just then, I noticed another camera begin to move in close.

Sam and the crew were silent as they watched in stunned fascination.

As my cock pumped Cindy full of cum, loads of it escaped out from the corners of her mouth.

She gagged and coughed, but all the while, kept my cock poised at the entrance to her open mouth.

Cindy whined and moaned as she lovingly endured the onslaught of cum my cock was releasing.

Finally, she pulled me from her mouth and wagged my cock around. Cum went flying in every direction.

I could see Sam and the crew quickly push back away from the vicinity of my flying cum.

When the shooting was done, an uproarious round of applause, cheers, and whistles erupted in the room.

Two girls immediately stepped in to help Cindy as she was completely covered in my cum. Her gaging caused a lot of my cum to pour out of her mouth.

"HOLY SHIT, BOBBY!... That was amazing, my friend... I can tell you unequivocally, that was the most incredible thing we've ever seen... EVER!"

I looked at him and the crew as they were all smiles and high giving each other; some patting me on the back.

"Ginger... Where are you?... Ginger, would you please take Bobby into the showers and help him get cleaned up?"

Ginger handed me a large towel to cover up with as she guided back to the shower.

"Well, Bobby, that was some show." She said, as she spun around in the large bathroom to look at me and offer a seductive pose.

"Do you think you could do that again?"

"Maybe... after a few minutes."

"A few minutes?... that's incredible." Ginger said, as she began to undress.

Once she was naked, Ginger peeled off my towel and took my hand, leading me into the large walk-in shower.

She had a sprinkling of light-colored freckles on her shoulders and her chest. Her curly, strawberry-blonde hair framed and accentuated the pale freckles on her pretty face.

As she set the temperature, Ginger deliberately bumped her cute bottom into my semi-hard cock. I put my hands on her hips to pull her close and she leaned back against my chest.

"Bobby... I want you to shoot your cum on me.... Do you think you can do that."

"I'm sure of it, Ginger."

She leaned back further and offered her sweet lips. I leaned down and kissed her softly as she rubbed her bottom against my swelling cock.

"Mmmm, your cock is already getting hard again."

I cupped both of her cute little tits and pinched her small pink nipples. Her soft, cute bottom felt so good rubbing my hard cock.

"Ginger... You are so lovely... you're making me very hard."

She giggled as she continued to rub her slippery, wet bottom on my upward-angled cock. She managed to wiggle her bottom around my cock. I pushed up and down inside the crack of her ass, all while we kissed.

"Unghnnn, Ginger... get ready."

She dropped to her knees in preparation of the cum that was about to spurt from my hard cock.

Ginger put her hands around my pole and softly stroked up and down.

"Oh, yeah... Baby... this is it... Here I cum."

Ginger pointed my cock right at her open mouth. She giggled as the first spurt hit her lower lip and splashed against her face.

"OH!... Bobby!" Ginger gargled, as lots of cum shot into her mouth.

My orgasm quickly subsided as most of my cum had already been spent on camera. However, Ginger made my cock remain hard.

"Bobby... Fuck me... Will you?" She pleaded, as she stood up to turn around and present her sweet little bottom.

I responded by slipping my cock into her wet pussy.

With her hands on the shower wall, I plowed into Ginger's pussy while I squeezed her sweet, little round bottom.

She came several times.

After we dried off and I put my clothes back on, Ginger ran out. She quickly returned with one of the studio's business cards. Her name and phone number were on the back.

She stood naked on her toes, cocked her shoulder up as she tilted her head and said in her cute little voice, "Call me?"

My belly fluttered with butterflies as I took the card from her little hand.

"I will... I promise."

She sparkled with a huge smile as she put the tip of her finger to her lower lip. So fucking cute.

Still totally naked, Ginger stood on her toes as she gave me a big hug and a sweet, wet kiss on my lips. We said our goodbyes and I left the building.

In the ensuing months, Sam and I made hundreds of small reels under the series titled...



"King of the Thrill."