Cumwhore Night

She lived in a small house in the country with her parents, but they were out of town for the weekend. She was 18, I was 19, and we had been having sex long enough where the initial fears were subsiding and we wanted to start with new things.

As I walked in the door that night, she greeted me in a sarong, a long silk cloth that wrapped around her curves in all the right places and revealed plenty enough to know her intentions. She had shoulder red hair that was bright enough to almost be orange naturally. That night it was draped on her left side, resting against the temple of her studious glasses. She liked the glasses because they covered her freckles, but I loved them, and there was no covering the freckles elsewhere on her body in that sarong.

Upon seeing her I felt the onslaught of always present teenage hormones rush my mind, and there was nothing I wanted more than to find out exactly how the sarong was wrapped around her. She knew I wanted the visual, reaching behind her neck and undoing the clasp even before I could ask. I took in a sharp breath of air as I watched the sarong unravel and slide off her shoulders, reveal her beautiful firm breasts, and fall from her hips revealing a small tuft of reddish-orange hair where her legs met that matched the hair on her head. The rush of air made her usually puffy pink nipples tighten ever so slightly, which made me immediately step across the room to warm them back up with my mouth and hand.

She was a short girl, so getting down on one knee put one of her nipples right at my mouth. With one arm I pulled her closer, with my other hand I covered her other breast. I took in her smell, her taste, and enveloped her body with all I had.

She let out a small moan in response to my assault on her senses, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me closer to her breast.

After catching her breath, "hang on a second" she said, "this wasn't quite what I had planned for us". I stopped and looked up at her quizzingly as if there were nothing else in the world to be doing but sucking on her soft luscious nipple.

She put her hands on my shoulders.

"I had something planned for you, but it's kind of for me too."

"What could that possibly be?" I asked, raising an eyebrow to question what I wasn't seeing.

She took my hand and led me a few feet away, to the small hallway between her living room and bathroom, in view of the kind of full length wall mirror that can be found in every college dorm in America.

"I want to suck your cock and watch myself in the mirror."

As if responding to being called by name, my cock, still restrained within layers of jeans and boxers but very much paying attention to everything, stiffened to it's full length down my right thigh.

As I had mentioned, we had been having plenty of sex, and in the time leading up to us having sex, she had given me plenty of hand jobs, blow jobs, heavy pets, teases, and all other sorts of contact. Blow jobs in particular had been nice, but I usually didn't ask for them because I had a mental block, I had just never cum from a blow job. It wasn't for her or any other girl's lack of trying either, I just didn't mentally get in the zone unless I was balls deep in pussy or swinging my own stick. However, that mirror gave the usually frustrating idea of a blowjob new life.

"Where do you want me to stand?" I asked, and she directed me to an angle where she thought she would see me best.

She pressed her naked body against me, still fully clothed, and I leaned over for a soulful full mouth kiss. As the kiss ended, she began to stroke from my groin down the inside of my thigh, where my penis was straining in a losing battle with denim.

The kiss ended, and she slid her other hand down my chest and stomach as she got on her knees in front of me. I started to watch her going down, then realized I too had a new angle to view the festivities tonight, and checked out her body moving in the mirror.

I would like to say I was patient and let her undo the belt and jeans I was wearing, but patience was not a virtue 19 year old me had in abundance anyway, and mine was out. By the time she had settled into her position, she turned her head to face my cock at full erection pulling taught the boxers still around my hips. My jeans were going down, but I wanted to wait for her to do the big reveal before sweeping off my shoes and getting everything else off.

She was fairly impatient herself, and pulled my boxers down to meet my jeans, in the process making my dick pull down, then flip back up in her face. Without missing a beat when it was flipping up, she caught the tip with her lips, and started licking around the tip of my cock with her tongue.

She didn't have a very large mouth. Usually, unless she focused on keeping her mouth wide, she could only get her lips just past the head of my cock, almost to the line where I was circumcised. That night, however, she went with gusto, submerging the head of my dick in her saliva, then spreading it back until my entire shaft glistened with her drool.

As she did this, she would glance over to the mirror to catch an eyeful of herself. In the mirror as she sucked my cock, she arched her back a bit more, thrust out her pert tits, and wiggled her ass as she rocked her head back and forth on my cock. She experimented with squeezing her tits, then just a nipple. She teased herself by flicking her clitoris, and when she realised I was watching as intently as her, grabbed my dick, pulled it out of her mouth and slowly curled her tongue under the tip like a lollipop.

That night, she wanted to be a pornstar, a slut, a whore, a bimbo, and a sex goddess wrapped into a petite red haired vixen, and she was using my cock as a prop for her fantasy. She became theatrical, moaning and humming while plunging my dick in her throat. When she needed to breathe, she would take my dick out of her mouth and stroke it with her hand, all while watching herself in the mirror. This would prompt her to talk dirty, asking me if I loved her mouth on my cock, or if I liked watching her blow me like a slut in the mirror.

I did.

However, all of this was going on, and I was loving it, but I still wasn't on the way to cumming. Oh, I wanted to cum. I wanted to shoot my load down her throat. No, I wanted to cover her face and tits with my sperm. Well, maybe I wanted her to jerk my load into her mouth. I don't think I could have decided where I was going to cum, but I wanted to for her very badly. That's when she brought her dirty talk up a notch.

"I want to look at myself covered in your cum."

"If you cum in my mouth, I'll drool it out and play with it on my tits."

Oh. My. God. This girl was going to get my cum.

At this point, my balls had largely been left dangling in the equation. We had never really played with them that much because I was a bit uncomfortable touching them myself. It's like having some of your most vital organs outside your body, I was a bit afraid that if I messed with them too much, they would stop working. At that particular moment, I became inspired to finally make use of them.

"If you want my sperm, maybe you should ask my balls nicely for it."

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and lifted it, exposing my loose scrotum to her. As I began to stroke the head of my cock pointed up toward the ceiling, she leaned in and started to kiss and lick my balls, delicately placing where each were hanging in front of her. She looked at herself in the mirror, and stopped and smiled at herself. I like to think to this day she remembers that image.

Now we were talking. Stroking the head of my cock, I felt the tell-tale tingle in my balls that my newest delivery of cum was on its way. Now usually, when this starts, my balls will start to retract a bit, pulling closer to my body as if to push the cum out. This time though, they had a challenger. As she had earlier placed where my left ball was hanging, it was at this tender moment she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth like a grape, caressing it inside her mouth with her tongue. Holy SHIT! My head spun with the conflicting feeling of my cum starting to pool in the base of my shaft and her mouth sucking my ball away from my body. I bent over, but I kept stroking my cock, faster now because I wanted to get that cum out!

In reaction to my sudden bend over her and increased stroke, she stopped, looked at us in the mirror, and asked "where do you think that other ball is going?" as she moved her hand to cup and feel for my right nut, which was quickly ascending in imminent ejaculation.

Now that my ball was out of her mouth, I stood upright again, still stroking my erect penis over her head. I was breathing hard, and knew my cum had made it to the base of my cock, preparing to begin its journey. I was close, but I thought I was still another minute out. I was wrong.

"Maybe I didn't ask nicely enough." she said, and then pressed her face into my balls, spreading the sac across her nose, and with her tongue she pressed between my balls up into the nerve between the internal base of my cock and my ass.

I didn't expect to cum. I thought I was still a minute out, but as she pressed her tongue in that spot, then flicked it up to the root of my cock, my body spasmed, my hips shook, and my balls and cock became a pulsing pump to rush the cum out of my body. All the previous notions of cumming in her mouth, on her tits, or on her face gave way to the reality of my load shooting straight up, almost to my face, then falling back down on the top of her head, on her reddish-orange glistening hair. As I had one of the hardest orgasms of my life, she furiously licked and pressed my perineum with her tongue, not realizing my hot cum was soaking and spreading into her beautiful hair. About midway through the orgasm, I let go of my cock, still filled with blood and cum that was oozing from the tip. When I let go, it landed with what felt like a thud on her hair, oozing out more cum and splashing against the semen that was already there. As her head moved, the texture of her hair against the underside of my cock coaxed out even more cum, finally bringing some to slide down her forehead as she pulled away from my crotch.

"Is there cum in my hair?" she looked up and asked with a mock frown, "I just shampooed it today, and I wanted it in my mouth."

"Yeah, but there's still cum on your face, why don't you take a look?" I offered.

She turned and took a look in the mirror. Sure enough, she had cum running down her face, but a lot of it was on top of her hair and soaking in.

"It's ok" I said "let's get a little more dirty, then we can take a shower and it will be your turn."

I moved up next to her in the mirror where my used, wet, but still half-swollen member was hanging next to her face. She turned her head, took it in her mouth, and sucked out any more cum left that didn't make it out. I had a little more on my hand, which she took and cleaned off next, licking off my finger then sucking it clean at the tip. As she did it, she looked again at herself in the mirror.

"Was I a good cum-whore for you today?" she asked, I think only in part to me, mostly to herself.