The Slippery Pearl

I met Marla at a work picnic. She worked in a different department but was assigned to my table.

She was a divorcee and so was I. She had had one child before the divorce, and so did I. She liked horror movies and so did I. We had a lot in common.

Physically she was ever so slightly below the caliber of woman I was used to dating.

About thirty five years old, ten to twenty pounds overweight, mostly in her tummy which rolled over the top of her pants making a little muffin top. The weight did help make her boobs nicely full and large, but so was her ass, which was maybe one pant size too big.

I thought she dressed a little sloppy, needed a better haircut, and could wear more jewelry. The only piece she wore was a single pearl on a chain.

After the picnic a few of us went out to a bar for some real alcohol.

I happened to be waiting at the bar for a pitcher of beer at the same time she was waiting for a few cocktails.

We got to talking about drink names when she mentioned the "Slippery Nipple"

Without thinking it through she blurted out, "I love a slippery nipple." Her hand absentmindedly brushed up against her nipple briefly. Then smiling genuinely she went on, "The slippery feeling on my areolas and nubs is the best, well there's only a few things better."

Then I saw a look of horror flash across her face as she realized what she'd just admitted to an almost stranger. "I...I...I've said too much." Her face went beet red and she literally hid her embarrassed eyes behind her hat.

The blatant sexuality of her statement shocked and aroused me. Instantly she went from a seven in my mind to a nine. She was now above my dating rank.

I asked her out later that evening.

One night after a lot of kissing and roaming hands but not much more, she asked apologetically, "If I do something, can you control yourself? Just until we're ready for more."

I was definitely ready for more than I expected she was offering, but I agreed anyway.

With one of my arms wrapped around her shoulders she plunged her tiny feminine hand in my pants. So far I was very happy with the "something" she was offering. After the necking, the feel of her fingertips on my cockhead was electric. She lightly squeezed the tip, then ran her finger around in my precum.

After collecting some of it, she withdrew her hand. To my horror she then jammed her hand in her own pants. Calming me, she said "Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

I watched as her fingers worked feverishly rubbing my initial discharge on her clit. I could imagine her fingers all slick with my juice rubbing around that button and into the groove. She was breathing heavily and cooing.

I felt a few more drops leak from my throbbing erection so I reached in and scooped it up with one finger.

Offering it to her I wondered if she would lick it off. Instead she brought forth her finger again.

I could smell her arousal on her finger so I brought it close to my nose inhaling deeply, "Oh that's wonderful. Can I taste it?"

In answer she touched it to my lips and I sucked the tip. It tasted mostly like pussy. Mostly. Tasting her pussy this way was the most intimate we had been so far.

We wiped my waiting finger on hers, transferring more of my sexy lube from me to her.

Her voice was soft and I heard a hint of shame as she explained, "There's something about cum that gets me aroused." Not making eye contact, she returned to her finger banging.

In reassurance, I kissed her neck while she did it. I loved watching her frig. "It turns me on too."

Marla tossed her head back, shuddering just a little.

The next week we were in my car after bowling when we started getting hot and heavy. The excitement of a new relationship and the thrill of being in a semi-public place revved me up and I was already hard and leaking.

Again she asked, "Can you still wait until I'm ready?" It was so sexy watching her cum last time that it would be worth it to wait." I mean, I've had whole relationships with women where they never touched themselves in front of me.

If she could be vulnerable in front of me like that, then I could admit an obvious truth too: "I'd be lying if I didn't say I went home to take matters into my own hands. I'll wait as long as you need."

So right there in the parking lot of the Galaxy Bowl she reclined my passenger seat back and unzipped her pants. I was pleasantly surprised when she unzipped mine too.

She reached one hand into her pants and the other hand into her unbuttoned blouse, fingering a nipple. I could see her whole breast and it was delightful.

After awhile, her chest flushed from the stimulation and her breathing was just a little faster, then she reached over, wriggling her hand into my pants again.

Building both of us to higher levels of intensity her fingers rubbed both her clithead and my cockhead.

Then, whenever she could work some slippery bit out of me she treated it like nectar of the gods. She'd roll it around between three fingers for a moment before bringing it back to polish her now slippery nipple.

Stuffing both hands into her pants, she arched her back, offering her nipple to me, "Would you like to suck it? It would do so much for me." Having coveted her nipples, which I've ogled poking through her shirts for weeks now, it was an offer I couldn't refuse.

I leaned over to suckle her nip, but as soon as I saw it there, shiny with cum, I had second thoughts. My dilemma now was how to refuse her?

I leaned in and smelled it, in case it was tainted beyond my ability to partake. It seemed fine.

Sticking out my tongue I was about to swipe it, but had second thoughts.

But I couldn't keep turning away, she would notice. On my third attempt I took the plunge.

Forcing myself, I opened my mouth and placed my lips over the round areola. I hadn't yet actually sucked the intimidating knob.

When I closed my lips around the pink nipple I tasted cum yet again. It was the same as last time - maybe less daunting now that I knew what to expect.

The cum was salty, while her nipple was a hard sexy little nub. Marla arched more, really pushing it further into my mouth.

On our third sexual adventure, again in a parking lot, Marla was rubbing my crotch through my pants when she said, "I feel bad about the last two weeks...you didn't get any relief." Having said that she leaned down and kissed my dick through the denim.

I wasted no time unzipping and skimming my pants down. It was a quick perfunctory blowjob, but something about it being the first one from her made it special.

Marla enjoyed sucking my dick more than any girl I'd been with before. When it was time, I warned her of my impending explosion but she kept going. It bubbled up into her mouth and she actually moaned in appreciation.

She sat up quickly, looking around to make sure no one had caught us. Other women would've chugged a drink or wiped their lips about now, but she just smiled conspiratorially saying, "Thanks for that." As if it shouldn't be me thanking her.

As she leaned forward to kiss me I noticed a little dab of cum in the corner of her lip. The thought of kissing her right now didn't disgust me much, but I can't say I was looking forward to it either.

I've kissed girlfriends after blowjobs before: after they'd had a drink, or after some time had elapsed, never at the very conclusion.

Her face definitely smelled of manliness - I wished I'd showered but in my defense I wasn't expecting it. Her breath was cummy too. And when we kissed there was a new flavor that I now knew was the flavor of a woman's cum infused mouth.

Defiling me, I felt that dab of spoo get smeared into the corner of my lip as well.

The careless attitude with which she approached exposing me to cum was a little off putting, but how can you get upset with a girl when she's blown you less than a second ago?

On our next date we were leaving a BBQ at the house of one of my friend's. She was swinging my hand in hers as we walked, "I'm ready to take it to the next step." She chirped, "At your place instead of in a car." I squeezed her hand in reply.

We made love in my bed and it was the best. We clicked. It was so natural and relaxed like we'd been doing it forever.

I entered her pussy effortlessly with no need for lube or adjustments to our position. It was just missionary but her body under mine felt right.

When I was about to shoot she anticipated it like it wasn't our first time.

Her hands reached under, stroking my balls and spurring me on. Looking passionately in my eyes she begged, "Put it on my clit, will you?" I had no doubts about what she meant.

With her fingers under my balls she urged me to pull out and drop my load right where she'd asked.

It wasn't my first choice of places to put it. In fact, my instincts told me to drive deep, aiming for her womb. But intuitively I knew she craved my goo to be exactly where she'd asked.

As my cock gave its first pre-cum twitches Marla pushed on my balls, expelling me from her cunt, then she pulled on my balls, positioning my cock head at the perfect spot to leave my spoo on her intended target.

Her hands manipulating my balls felt really good, better than they would have if I were not on the edge of an impending orgasm.

Not being buried in her snatch I watched my cum shooting out of my cock onto her inflamed clit. I looked up momentarily to see Marla's head was raised too and she was completely absorbed by my ejaculation. With her watching so closely I was proud of the amount I'd left.

After the first big spurts jumped out they were followed by more which Marla rubbed into her clit using my cockhead as a tool. She rubbed it directly on her clit but also into the crevices along the sides.

And the noises she made: they were the most fervent sex noises I'd ever heard. I couldn't help but add my own moans to hers.

When I finished, I sat back on my haunches looking at the gobs and streams of spunk scattered around her bald pussy and clit. "Ok," I exclaimed out loud, "When you're right, you're right. That's really sexy."

Her fingers had been spreading my goo between her soft labia from the first drip. Now she was vigorously jerking her cum soaked fingers on her clit, occasionally bringing one to her lips to lick and suck, occasionally applying some to her nipples.

Fuck! Laying there, playing with my spooge, she was the sexiest woman alive. I was feeling great in my post orgasmic state and I'd kinda forgotten that she hadn't cum, when she begged, "Oh, Suck my pearl, babe. You know I need it."

I had no doubt she needed it. And I really wanted to eat my first bald pussy, the pussy of the woman I was falling in love with. It didn't look that gross. I told myself I could do it.

I started at her slimy nipples and I liked it. It didn't hurt that when I sucked them she squirmed and groaned beneath me.

Trailing south I found a couple errant spots which I made a big show of licking up with long tongue swipes. I didn't hate it.

When I made it to her slippery 'pearl', which really did have a pearly iridescence from my cum, you'd have thought she was cumming from the first touch. I've never been with a woman who screamed. But she grabbed my head, holding my sucking lips firmly to her engorged clit, grinding it against my mouth while she yelled out loud.

Afterwards, relaxing in bed leisurely, I said, "You seem to have quite a cum obsession - I love it! Have you always liked cum?"

She related a story about being a teen (19), not on the pill, and only being ready to give handjobs. The new experience of wiping-up boyish spoo with too few tissues had been fascinating to her.

Additionally, she explained how later in college her boyfriend's favorite activity was titty fucking and how him and her would exalt in smearing his cream all over her boobs.

She added, "And of course I was married." Implying that her ex enjoyed her fascination with cum.

She mentioned absently that since the divorce five years ago the only thing that kept her going was finding cum to play with.

Suddenly that horrified look was on her face again as she realized she'd again said too much.

When she finally removed her hands from her eyes she added, "But I'm gonna give it up, so from now on I'm only going to play with yours."

More than a comment on cumplay she'd just made a commitment to our relationship.

Still, I needed to know exactly what she was going to give up and I persuaded her to tell me after much begging.

She started her story many years back. As if I needed to know the background story to appreciate it.

After her divorce there came a time where she was in charge of organizing a Bachelorette party for a friend.

As if to excuse what she was about to confess, she explained that being recently divorced, and with her friend getting married, she was feeling extra lonely.

She took a deep breath then related this to me, "I was in the sex store buying penis shaped chocolates and whatnots. Everything was a big celebration of my friend's coming penis initiation.

But my life was going in the opposite direction. I was feeling like I would never have a man in my life again.

Perusing the aisles, every new box had another new object in it that I'd never seen before. Vibrators, and nipple clips, sexy underwear, it was all novel to me and it all screamed 'Everyone is having sex except you!'

I was feeling desperately alone when the aisle I was in ended, only to be replaced by a new aisle lined with doors."

Marla was staring out the window as she unburdened this tale on me - unable to look me in the eye.

She went on, "Entering one of the doors I discovered a tiny room with a video playing. The images on the screen touched my soul in ways my body hadn't been touched in a long time.

I can't believe I'm telling you this. Please don't think I'm strange. I was just in a bad place.

Anyway, I felt like I had no control over myself: I licked my fingers to wet them, touching my pearl like you've seen me do.

I was in the throes of my climax. The feelings down below were overwhelming me while at the same time the feelings in my heart left me more empty.

Just then a light to my side made me look. My lady parts were convulsing and there before me was a captivating penis dripping nectar.

I hope you understand I wouldn't have done any of this except for feeling so low."

I spooned her naked body with mine, providing comfort.

She found the strength to continue her story. "That liquid on the end seemed magical, bringing back old feelings from long before.

Impulsively, I touched my finger to it, then rubbed it on my nipple.

Normally my orgasm would have ended by now but instead it was skimming over me in waves.

Weeks went by and I avoided that dirty store, even avoiding the entire area just so I wouldn't succumb."

She buried her face in her hands and I could hear her crying as she unloaded.

"A couple months later a rainy night pushed me into the store. A video was playing, lots of peni shooting great spurts of cum onto beautiful receptive models.

And my fingers were touching me. Who could resist?

Then another one came through the hole. There was nothing on the end but my brain told me if I rubbed the end it might make some, like a genie from a bottle.

My nipples needed it. It was like it wasn't me. So I touched it. I helped that other lonely person in need. I helped lots of lonely guys.

When the cum came out it landed in my tits all on its own, like it was meant to happen. I took that as a sign."

She turned her mascara smudged face back to look at me, "But I'm done with that now."

I pictured my girl, kneeling at a glory hole, masturbating multiple cocks then playing with all that cum and was instantly hard again.

First I reassured her that I thought she was sexy rather than weird. Then impulsively and with reluctance I asked, "Before you give it up...do you think maybe I could watch...just once?"

She hugged me, clutching at my body and shivering. I didn't know why she shivered; I didn't know if she accepted my reassurance, or if she liked my proposal, or if she was hiding her shame.

We drove there the next week. She was quiet and guarded, finally speaking, "Are you sure you want to come into my world? I could leave it for you. But what if you join me tonight then I get stuck?"

I pulled over and held Marla close. "It's not an addiction." I said, "I'll help you come out, but if you get stuck then I'll get stuck with you."

Walking through the front door we looked around at all the glitzy packages. Marla suggested, "Maybe it is an addiction." But we were already inside the den.

We went straight to the arcades finding her regular booth. Once inside she played her favorite video and sure enough it was clip after clip of just cocks shooting streams of cum on lusty porn stars.

But not just cocks: long cocks and thick cocks. And not just cum: lots of cum. All sorts of cocks with all sorts of cumshots. It even turned me on, touching something inside my gut as well.

Naked, we sat side by side on a towel on a dirty bench in a dirty room watching porn and being drawn into lasciviousness.

Marla rested her hands on my cock and her cunt, then an eye looked through the hole. Seeing both of us in there he stood up letting his soft cock hang through.

I whispered to Marla, "There's no cum on the end. What should we do?"

She whispered back, "He's lonely. He needs help." Saying that she massaged his dick. Her diminutive hand fondling that pretty dick made it grow and looked sexier than any video.

When his precum seeped out she rubbed it on her nipples, heating our passions to boiling.

With his tool in her stroking hand she and I kissed each other until he announced his impending orgasm. My sexy girl cupped her hand below his dick catching all the gooey cum.

In a flash we'd forgotten about the spent dick, instead we focused completely on smearing all the luxurious substance on her naked boobs.

We only stopped when another cock came through the alluring hole. This one was big, and leaky, and black.

I whispered again, "Lonely?"

She nodded, "Uh hunh, that one's really lonely."

She gathered the aqueous discharge, rubbing it all around that impressive straining cockhead. When it started to jerk we both held our hands out waiting to collect all his spunk.

We weren't disappointed. There was too much to limit it to her boobs so I spread it on her voluptuous rolling tummy too.

When a third giving organ provided its load the cum on her body was already getting sticky and I used the new batch to restore it to its previous slippery state.

A fourth needy dick spewed out the largest load of the night. It pooled in her cleavage and when another dick didn't come through the hole we kissed and embraced with his ejaculate squished between our bodies.

Seeking new places to put it, I rubbed the next portion on her face and buns.

She masturbated me with the following payload. The slick cream lubed my dick beautifully and soon enough I added my own to it.

Marla sat on my lap, my dick sliding sumptuously between her ample cum slicked buttocks. I was very glad for her oversized ass at that moment.

My hands cupped and kneaded her big boobs, then when another abandoned member gifted us, she used it for her own masturbatory pleasure.

We ran out of body parts to rub spooge on, when a man addressed us through the glory hole, "Please suck me. You don't know how bad I need it."

We looked at each other, questioning what to do, Marla answered him back, "Show it to us."

When he put his dick through it was the most attractive of the evening. Meaty and thick, it was circumcised, clean and waiting.

We exchanged glances a few times undecided on what to do. Impatient, he begged again, "I'm so lonely and I have a huge week long load. Won't you please help me!"