Ing 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."