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"Different needs for different breeds," I always say. I met Sue Ann in the
Men's room of Biffletrance, a local upscale nightclub popular with the
twenty-something crowd. I was combing my hair when I heard masculine
grunting and feminine moaning emanating from one of the stalls. Intrigued,
I continued to comb long past what the hairstyle required. Washing my comb
out in the sink for what seemed like ten minutes after the combing was
finally discontinued, I saw a tall man exit the stall where the sex sounds
were coming from, followed shortly thereafter by a petite and extremely
beautiful woman. Smoothing out her miniskirt with one hand, brushing back
her hair with the other, she walked over to the mirror at the sink there
in the men's room. "Hi," she said in a calm, low voice to my reflection in
the mirror. "My name's Sue Ann." She acted as if her being in the
nightclub's men's room, screwing some guy in the stall, having me hear the
act and seeing them both leave the stall was a perfectly natural event.
"Hello," I said to her reflection. "Can I buy you a drink?" "Sure," she
laughed back at mine, "but we'd better have it at the bar." Sue Ann, long
black curly hair, hourglass figure, D-cup breasts, green eyes, 5 feet, two
inches of 98 pound sensuality, sat with me at a corner table of the
nightclub for most of that night, excusing herself three times to respond
to three guys that came to our table asking her to dance. She danced just
one tune with the first guy and returned to our table, telling me "that
guy has no bulge at ALL." The second man went half a set with her, she
grinding her body into his at every opportunity. His hands on her ass
pulling her to him even closer. An in-sync near sex act on the dance
floor, it was. Sue Ann finally brought the man, a tall Italian-type, over
to our table, saying to me, "I'll be back in a few minutes." I watched as
the two of them went into the men's room. I sat there for about 15
minutes, remembering the raw sex sounds I heard in there a short time
back. I could envision Sue Ann in the men's room stall, her mini rolled up
to her waist, she facing the stall door, he behind her and pumping his
prick in her as the stall door rattled from each of his thrusts...
"No," Sue Ann laughed at me when I told her of my sex vision, the two of
us back at our table again. "That wasn't how it went at all. He was
sitting on the toilet seat and I was riding his cock from above. I rode
him face-to-face until I felt his cum squirting up my cunt. He never made
a sound, not even when he came in me. Just a smile on his lips, that's
all. I only knew he had cum in me when I felt his hot cum inside me."
The third man, a short black fellow of about 30, danced with Sue Ann for
only two dances before they disappeared into the men's room together. I
tried to envision this one: he sitting on the seat, she on his lap facing
him. The black cock at full length of 12 inches deep inside her as she
squirmed with pleasure... "Wrong again," Sue, once again back at our
tabled, giggled like a schoolgirl telling of her first kiss. "We did what
you 'envisioned' before: I was standing, facing the stall door, my legs
spread wide, my mini rolled up to my waist, as he fucked me from
behind...and the stall door DID rattle every time he thrust his cock up my
cunt. And it wasn't anywhere near 12 inches long...more like 8 at the
most. But he came a lot in me. Look. Look at my panties," she said as she
pulled up her mini just far enough for me to see a spreading stain moisten
the crouch area of the black panties.
We left the club together that night; I was allowed to kiss her good night
at her apartment door, she giving me her phone number back at the club. I
knew this was the one--Sue Ann--for me, the 'breed' I had been searching
for. We were married six months later. It was a unique wedding: me with my
whole family there, grateful that I'd finally found the 'right' woman for
me; Sue Ann with her special guests--all men, of course. Five of them. It
took five men, each having her in the bathroom of the hall we rented for
our wedding reception, to satisfy her at our wedding. "Weddings make me
horny," she pointed out to me. When she finally felt satisfied enough to
rejoin me at our table the first time, the cum from the first two men was
seeping through her wedding gown. "Sue Ann," I whispered to my new wife,
then seated next to me, "I can see the cum from the guys you just screwed
oozing right through the wedding dress you borrowed." The wedding gown was
of very thin white material. As she sat there at the table, legs spread,
the material collapsed between her legs and absorbed the wetness from her
love opening. "The stain will come out," she whispered back to me.
"Meanwhile, let's do something to hide that wetness from the other
guests." She took my right hand and placed it in her lap, right over the
cum stain. I could feel the stickiness coat my palm, ooze from between my
fingers, as my wife of only two hours spoke to the other guests seated at
our table about the great wedding cake we shared. My new wife, I thought
to myself, is talking about the wedding cake, as she hides with my right
hand the cum of two men she just fucked in a bathroom. "I've fucked two
men already, and we're not even married two hours yet. Isn't that a great
start?" she still whispering. "Yes!" my enthusiastic and loud reply.
Remembering the guests, I whispered into her ear, "But why didn't you at
least wear some panties to keep the cum in? There're over 50 people here
at the reception, nearly all not aware of your needs. I can actually smell
the cum on your dress, you know."
"Don't worry," Sue Ann, nuzzling at my ear said, "by this time most of the
guests are drunk anyway, won't notice the stain or sweet smell of the
men's cum. We'll take care of the excess cum right now." She lifted my
right hand off the cum stain, my palm still coated, my fingers still
oozing sticky whiteness, and placed it to her mouth, licking off the cum
from the other men as we sat right there in front of my unknowing family.
I realized, from their smiles, that they believed Sue Ann was just loving
my right hand, though. Kissing my palm, nuzzling my fingers, that's all
the family guests saw from their seats. "How sweet," my sister, seated
across from us said, referring to the 'loving' Sue Ann was showing my
hand. Sue Ann, still licking the men's cum from between my fingers, out of
my palm, replied with a tight smile, "Yes, it certainly is that. Maybe you
should try it sometime," a short laugh escaping her.
Sue Ann, done with my hand once all the men's cum was licked off it,
placed it palm down over the cum stain on her dress. Pressing my palm down
hard over the stain caused it to become coated with cum again. Sue Ann
repeated the process of loving my cum soaked hand once more. She licking
the men's cum out of my hand, guests believing her to be merely showing
affection towards me. That went on for about a half hour. The excess cum
finally cleared from her dress, only a thin, dry stain showing, Sue Ann
excused herself to 'head for the powder room.' Two other men--the
remaining two of Sue Ann's special guests-- discreetly followed her. About
one hour later, she returned, lipstick refreshed, a pink glow on her face.
The new coating of lipstick meant for the guests at our table, an excuse
for her absence, the glow likely thought by guests as rouge, actually her
response to being fucked by the two new men who followed her, the cum
inside her, I knew. "Hi, all," she said to us at the table, seating
herself very close to me again. I looked down at her dress; no new cum
stain was to be found. My lips to her ear, I asked in a surprised voice,
"Didn't you get fucked again? " "Of course," she said aloud, smiling at
the guests, they not knowing what she's talking about. "Two more fucks,"
she nuzzling my ear again. "That's four different men fucking me in the
first four hours of our marriage."
"That's great, but I don't see a new cum stain," my lips again to her ear.
"I'm wearing shorts I got off one of the men. To keep the cum inside me,
from soiling my dress anymore," she said. "The shorts are sort of a trophy
anyway. The previous owner had 10 inches and lasted nearly twenty minutes.
And he came in me twice, too. He put so much cum inside me, mixed with the
other three's cum, it ran down my legs, nearly to my ankles. So I took his
shorts, declared him the winner of the night." She took my right hand,
placed it under her gown, rubbed my hand down her left thigh and calf,
where it became sticky. She kept the new cum from further soiling her gown
but left it on her legs, I realized right away. She removed my hand from
under her gown and licked the new cum off, guests again believing my hand
is just being 'loved' by my new wife, she just sharing the beauty of her
legs with me, her new husband. "How sexy," said my brother. I didn't
respond to his comment. Sue Ann said, "This keeps the skin of my legs
soft," she referring to the cum on them, the guests obviously believing
she means the caressing of her legs. This process continued for another
half hour. Until all the new cum was caressed off her legs by my hand, the
hand then licked free of cum by her.
It's time to leave the reception, though, and head to the hotel suite to
consummate our union. I leave with my new wife, she still wearing under
her white wedding gown the cum soaked shorts of one of the four men she
had just fucked. In the suite, time to consummate our marriage now: Both
of us naked, I lay on the bed. This is the first time I've ever seen her
nude, I recall. Sue Ann straddles my face. Her cunt still smells of the
cum from the men she had just fucked. Her pussy hairs are coated with dry
cum, stuck together from its stickiness. A mixture of male cum and female
orgasmic juices seep out of her tight cunt. I stick my tongue out as far
as possible; Sue Ann lowers her pussy to meet my face. I fuck Sue Ann with
my tongue, it curled and probing as Sue Ann lowers her pussy right into my
face. "I've been needing this for too long," she says, as I lick the
sweetness out of her with a well-trained tongue. She squatting there above
my face as I whip my tongue in and out of her cunt, lapping up and
swallowing everything that can be found inside her then licking at each of
her pussy hairs until they are shiny clean, free of any old cum or
stickiness...
This is the need for my breed, this tasting of fresh-fucked femininity.
I've never stuck my cock in a woman in my life, requiring only the taste
of her after she enjoys raw sex with other men. My breed suiting her need
for multiple male sex partners exactly, of course. "Different needs for
different breeds" exactly. One hour later, both of us finally satisfied
with my tongue work, we go into the bathroom together. Sue Ann watches me
as I quickly jerk off into the toilet, flush my cum out into the sewer,
where its always gone since I experienced my first hard-on at 11. I've
learned to get this filthy part over with quickly, this draining and
disposal of my own cum. Over the years, I've progressed to where I can cum
and flush in less than two minutes. Tonight it takes only 90 seconds from
the time I first touched my cock to the flush, Sue Ann timing and
congratulating me for being so prompt with the disposal of my cum.
Laying quietly together in bed, our arms tenderly around one-another, our
marriage consummated now, both parties fully satisfied, our union of
breeds destined to make this a lasting marriage, Sue Ann quietly questions
me, "Aren't you glad we waited until after we were married to do it?"
"Yes," my reply. "You were worth waiting for."
(c) Greg Smith 1998
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