The Christmas Gift, Pt. 5

Sam couldn't stop now. 

The second shot followed immediately — a long rope that nearly missed my face. 

While the first had caught me by surprise, I saw the second. A comet of white, blazing from the thick head of Samantha's cock and quickly reaching the periphery of my vision as it passed. But at the last moment, the end of the volley caught high on my right cheek and stuck, acting as an anchor, pulling the trajectory back into the orbit around my pretty, pale face, and falling into a healthy glimmering pearl line leading from my cheekbone, over my ear, and into my long raven-colored hair. 

Sam's cock fired with swollen fervor, at high velocity, as my orgasm came in waves, radiating its energy into every extremity of my curvy new body. It just wouldn't stop, and I curled my toes at it coursed through me, overwhelmed by the absolute oblivion of feminine release.

The way Sam's hand was firmly pumping his cock only added to the speed — to the force of impact. Something in me realized there would be long lines over my face in all directions exhibiting the sheer force and volume of his climax. Why was I letting it happen?

I closed my eyes, hearing our voices. I didn't recognize them. All I heard was a couple locked in passion echoed across white tile and the slight lapping of the water in a bath as my curvy legs shook in orgasm.

Sam's first shot had caught me by surprise, as, even in the heat of my changes, I had assumed the tenuous role of witness — partly to cope with my willing engagement in the temporary dismantling of my manhood. Even as my breasts sprouted and swelled, rounded out and began to hang from my chest and weigh on my back, I had maintained a casual detachment. But now, feeling the impact trail of Sam's second shot of come smoldering against the side of my face, I was thrust fully into the gravity of the moment. 

Sam was coming on my face. 

As I faced off with Sam's thick cock, I flexed the muscles in my pelvis in an instinctual sympathetic response. After all, I knew how she felt, even though my wife's new cock was nearly twice as big as mine had been. My cock had throbbed in just the same way, casting a long barrage of come against the glass of our shower, pumping clouds of come into the water as it descended into the deep like a crumbling island. 

The phantom feeling of my cock hanging there, hard and aroused, was immediately met with nothing. I flexed again. Achingly empty. All that remained was my eager little clitty, hooded in pink and sending waves of bliss into my body. As if to defy the towering, swollen sex unloading before me, and my lack thereof, my nipples hardened, thick at the tips of my well-endowed pair of tits. 

This was as erect as I was going to get now. 

My crotch was cut smooth. It was indeed a close shave, just as Sam had intended. I felt the phantom presence of my cock dissipate into the air. In our happy, warm little household, Sam was the one with the cock now. 

She kept coming. The next shot hit my nose and dripped down my lips. I breathed out in a state of elated terror. Sam moaned, nearly growling, taken in her first male orgasm and the physical power of her new form. I could feel her gaze looking down on me with prowess. I looked up for only a second, my mouth falling open in shock.

Right at the moment she fired again. My tastebuds tingled in an instant with hints of sweet, savory, and salt — all at once — as a long rope of come shot from my wife's cock fell over my pouty bottom lip, stretched across my tongue, and hit the back of my throat.  

Oh fuck. I couldn't believe it. Because this was off limits in our household.

She had set the rule shortly after we met and became intimate. I had asked. Practically begged at one point. She had refused. "No coming on my face. Period." 

A funny feeling grew along my thin, lithe jaw. In my new tits. In my tummy. It joined the multitude of voices within me. A feeling of unfairness. A feeling of shock. A feeling of complete and utter envy.

She hadn't asked. 

She stepped forward, right in my face, and fired. 

Suddenly, deep in my pussy, I understood why I was never allowed to: I had asked.

She fired into my mouth again. I whimpered and worked Sam's come in my mouth as I considered her violation. Back and forth, weaving it over my little pink tongue. When I felt her first shot on my upper lip in danger of dripping to the floor, I extended my tongue and licked my lips, joining it with the come in my mouth.

Another man's come — On my face. In my hair. My tongue flicking through it. My nostrils piqued with It's subtle scent. Fuck. My only consolation was it was my wife's.

Her testicles bounced and bounded in reflex, her shaven labia majora now stuffed with an armory, finally free, adding payload after payload to what I was about to receive. I took a deep breath and searched for resolve as Sam moaned with a depth that hit me in the chest. Hadn't she been the one who had just chirped downstairs, "Just for Christmas. Please, Eddie?"? Sam now moaned and pumped his cock over me.

As unexpected as this was, I held onto her three words: Just for Christmas. As my spouse, her first male orgasm shouldn't be wasted, and I had a duty as a loving husband to make sure that didn't happen. I considered that, in a way, her cock was merely an extention of my own. I breathed in the sweet aroma of her climax, her male pheromones dancing with my new feminine receptors; tasting her come and ruminating on its piquancy while I worked up courage in the face of a growing and cataclysmic realization building in my tits: Her pussy had always been so sweet — but her come was sweeter.

My wife's first batch. Suddenly a rare delicacy. My tongue danced through my wife's come as I treated it as such. I immediately pulled myself to the edge of the bath, my heavy breasts swinging and the bountiful cheeks of my butt bobbing together as I positioned myself — and my mouth — for my husbandly duty. I kneeled, settling my abundant ass into my heels, and pushed my lips forward. I was now mere inches away from it. I looked up and opened my mouth so she could see her pearly white payload still rolling around my tongue. I blinked my long eyelashes flirtatiously. Sam's eyebrows raised in shock at my escalation. She called out loudly as I unexpectedly took a third pump of her male ejaculate into my mouth.

"Mmmmm!"

I delicately licked the head of her cock and batted my eyelashes again as I basked in a mouthful of her delicious come. Then I grabbed her cock in my tiny right hand and held it high.

I looked her right in the eye. Oh, Sam — Are you paying attention?

I pumped the next shot on my forehead and it immediately began its decent down my right temple.

Watch. This is how you take cum to the face.

Not just on your face, Sam — in your hair. Along your cheek. On your tits. Like this. Basking in it. Keep coming and your little Eddy will show you how it's done — just for Christmas.

"That's right, honey. Come on my face." I whispered sweetly. "All over your little Eddy's face," I smiled coyly, "and her tits." I pushed them forward.

Sam moaned loudly, "Oh, fuck, Eddy." She furrowed her eyebrows and let go as I basked in the deluge, rolling Sam's come on my tongue as I helped her glaze my face and tits, demonstrating the behavior of an exceptional female as I saw it, each strike making me moan to myself in victory. I gazed up at her shocked but pleased expression, giggling quietly to myself, working her cock selfishly, pleased a rule that had thwarted me for years was crumbling away for good. Once this was all over, and we changed back, she would surely return the favor. Finally.

I thought of other red lines my wife had drawn over the years of our marriage. Considering them made me blush, and I quickly pushed them from my mind. 

One thing at a time.

I pumped Sam's thick cock passionately, struck at how nice a thick one felt in my hands. How full. How powerful. My other hand quickly fell beneath the water, settling between my thighs. I touched my clit lightly, and with but a touch waves of orgasm erupted across my body. I was coming again. My eyes rolled back for a moment as I tried to fathom coming so quickly after release. I locked my fingertip to my clit, brought Sam's cock to my mouth, opened wide, wrapped my lips around the bulging head, and held on. 

In the water beneath me, my finger moved from my clit. Lower. Tracing the bloom of my pussy lips until I arrived at what I knew was the source of my emptiness. I took a deep breath over Sam's cock. I pushed my finger in. 

My body shook. Then I came again.

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Thanks for reading! We're hard at work on Part 6 — there is a lot of stuff in store for these two. More caps on the way next week. Keep your caption suggestion messages coming and have a great and relaxing weekend.

-BL Quick