Condom Trophy Mania

It's just sweat. Sweat. Sweat rolling down our bodies. My tongue catches a drop. It tastes salty. The heat inside of you rolling down your body. Sweat is sex. Sweat is the juices of your body rolling into the crack of your ass. My tongue follows it into your cherry hole, just catching it before it vanishes inside. I place a kiss on your funky hole. I am so excited. Two out of every three people tilt their head to the right when they kiss, but I did not. I planted my lips upon the dark bruise of her anus, directly with the bum cheeks pressing in either side. I stayed there savoring the chemicals that flowed inside of me, swallowing down large doses of dopamine.

I am in her bedroom, and surrounding us on the wall are around ninety or so used condoms, still replete with their individual orgasm captured inside each one, fixed beneath a photo of the face of the man that released it, while they were fucking.

The condoms are each of varying length. I can't help it, and reach out to touch a condom which has a full nipple of semen. My finger squishes the semen inside. Was this yesterdays guy?. She was proud of her conquests, of mining as many guys ore. Tonight it would me. I could see the condom sitting silently, expectantly, atop her bedside cabinet meant for my firm erection.

Each condom affixed to her wall once had an erection inside, ejaculating through the pee hole into it. The faces were of all sorts. Some old enough to be her father, and many young enough to be her uni-students. Of course they would've known what they were in for, and proudly so. The promise of a one time fuck with provided condom hugging the tautness of his erection. They each knew they would be a trophy, to be hung around her wall.

After they had cum inside the condom, care was needed, so she had chosen to slip off the condom, loaded with its man juice, to be put to one side, and the photo taken of the face, to match the ejaculation filling the condom inside. But there was one proviso. As the male ejaculated inside her, she took the photo of his face, so that it matched the ejaculate captured inside the condom. Talk about kinky, but different.

But it was early days. There was a feast to be had first. Sweet morsels of flesh. I was moving over her body, positioning my face. The drag of my scrotum a whisper across her face, coming to rest on her nose. Her eyes were looking into my abyss. My face was at her cunt. some call the position '69'. The condoms hanging on the wall, looking down on us, probably envious of our play.

It was like opening a sea-sprayed shell, filled with delicacies made just for the feel, and the taste of the mouth. Each firm, but tender morsel saturated in her juice. The lips where each condom, filled to the brim with cock, made its many passes, now feeling my sensitive lips, lips like my cock-glans, crying for the orgasm.

I could feel her finger thrust into my anus, poking back, and forth, a flower-perfumed communication of inhaling, her lips kissing my balls, as I ate her out. There was no boredom with our sex, a oncer to be savored as a great meal, a feast for Kings, and Queens. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Her cunt is fucking delicious.

Now it is time to put on the condom. I tear the packaging, and reveal the beauty it is protecting. Soon, I too, will be on her wall. I carefully place her trophy catcher over the glossy head of my cock, sliding the condom down to the base of the shaft. My cock looks beautiful with the nipple shaped semen catcher at the top. She will be on top with her camera to capture my face in its orgasm.

She positions her cunt lips over the condom. Then sinks her weight down the shaft. She grinds a little, before moving rhythmically up, and down, enticing the richness stored in each ball to rise to the rubber nipple. I let her know I am about to orgasm, and her phone camera is positioned for the shot, as I grunt, and heave, in exultation. Then it is over, and she carefully removes her cunt off my erection, and removes the condom ever so carefully from my cock.

The condom is drooping with the weight of my cum, covered in her juices. I dress, and kiss her goodbye as arranged. The next day she emailed me her trophy hanging on the wall among the many. The look of my face as I orgasmed, had the look of a madman, nothing sexy at all. Mouth open in a cry of ecstasy, or possibly war.