Experiment (3): Semen Addict's Throat
Could someone cling this desperately even if they found an oasis in the middle of a desert? Ju-hee licked and sucked my cock with such ferocity and devotion that the thought crossed my mind.
"Nngh, slurp, chuuup—♥"
Her technique wasn't exactly skilled—you couldn't even call it competent—but since it was her first time sucking a dick, and mine too, the intense stimulation left no room for rational thought. Every time her narrow, hot throat swallowed my glans and squeezed tight, my mind went blank white-hot.
She bobbed her head back and forth relentlessly, shoving my cock deep into her throat, then dragging her tongue along the shaft as she pulled back. Her cheeks hollowed out slim, then puffed up like they might burst, over and over. Schlurp, squelch, glurk.Slurrrrp—!
I grimaced and placed a hand on the crown of her head.
"H-Hey, slow down a bit?"
It wasn't irritation or anything. I was just so overcome with pleasure that my body tensed up on instinct. Holding back moans from this brand-new sensation of ecstasy was all I could manage.
To think something could feel this good. And those ancestors from 200 years ago who let it all get taken away in a daze—they must've all been idiots. Now that I'd tasted it, I knew: there was no going back to the old world. And that made me even more excited. If just her mouth could do this much... how incredible would a woman's pussy feel?
That thought didn't last. Sensing my mind wandering, Ju-hee glanced up at me, then rammed my cock even deeper into her throat, demanding my full attention.
"Glurk—gurrk—♥"
My cock filled her mouth and throat completely. She sucked in a huge breath through her nose. Instantly, the scent of my dick flooded her brain. Her eyes rolled back, her body shuddering. The crotch of her pants darkened again as her juices trickled down her thighs, forming a little puddle on the platform.
How many orgasms had it been already? Now half-unconscious, she relied purely on instinct, clenching her throat and shaking her head back and forth.
My patience hit its limit. Another wave of hip-buckling pleasure rocked me.
"Ngh, ah, haa...!"
I let out a hot sigh. A scorching heat surged from my lower belly, the pre-orgasmic shiver washing over my whole body. Even though it was my first time, instinct told me: this was it—the thing from the books.
Keeping my cool as best I could, I asked, "I'm about to cum. What should I do? Pull out?"
Ju-hee, lost in a haze of cock-scent, snapped her eyes wide at my words. Cum? Semen... semen! She'd never seen or tasted it for real, but she knew. If just the sweat and dick smell did this to her... semen would be...
Imagining it filling her mouth, gulping it down her throat to pool in her stomach, the scent rising to her brain with every breath—it made her lower belly clench tight. She grabbed my waist with one hand desperately. Without a second's hesitation, she dropped from squat to all fours like a dog, her resolve clear: it wasn't escaping her.
At the same time, she mumbled around my cock, "Mmph—nghk—don't—♥"
I let out a hollow chuckle. I didn't catch the words, but her wildly darting eyes and wriggling tongue made the meaning crystal clear. Plus, with her gripping my waist like that, I couldn't pull out even if I wanted to. Her hot nasal breaths tickled the base of my cock, stimulating it further.
"Got it. I'll cum in your mouth."
Seemingly pleased, her tongue lashed fiercely at my urethral opening. And in that instant—
My cock swelled massively and erupted. I grabbed her head and yanked it forward hard.
Splurt! Bluuuuurgh—!
"Mmguh?! Gulp! Nnghnghngh—♥"
The thick, lifelong-accumulated semen battered her throat mercilessly. Her eyes bulged wide at the sudden hot flood, her body quaking. Choking? No problem. Hell, she wanted to choke. That way, when her throat filled up, her first deep breath would draw in the semen-scent too.
So Ju-hee never once spat out my cock. Far from it—she clamped down tight, swallowing every drop of the musky load with desperate fervor.
Gulp, gulp, gulp—♥
Her throat bobbed nonstop.
"Hah... fuck, that's hot..."
I shuddered through my first ejaculation, murmuring entranced by the sight. It felt like every pent-up desire I'd ever had was pouring straight into her stomach.
"Nngh, gulp, slurp...♥"
She tried not to spill a drop, but the sheer volume won out—one strand escaped her lips, trickling down her chin. The sticky white fluid slid along her pale neck, sinking deep into her exposed cleavage.
Once the last drop was squeezed out and the twitching stopped, Ju-hee slowly pulled her mouth off, tilting her head back. Covering her mouth with one hand, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Exhaled. Her hot breath teased my cock again.
"Haa... haa...♥"
Each breath triggered an orgasm, her body trembling. How many more did she cum from just breathing? Tsssh, squish, splurt—♥
Finally, with a reluctant expression, she slowly extracted my cock from deep in her throat. A long string of clear saliva stretched between her lips and my dick, glistening. Like a spiderweb, it dangled endlessly before snapping with a plink.
My cock gleamed slick with her spit.
"Puhaaa—♥"
Panting raggedly, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her flushed tongue long and flat. Like a dog proud of cleaning its bowl, she proudly displayed her spotless mouth and throat—proof she'd swallowed every drop.
"Good girl."
I gently stroked the crown of her head as she panted with her mouth still agape.
"Ah, nngh... haa♥"
Was that the trigger? Or maybe because my cock right in front of her nose no longer carried her own spit-mixed scent? Rationality flickered back into Ju-hee's eyes. She startled at her position and the semen traces on her lips, scrambling back.
An act too bizarre for common sense.
"I... wh-what did I just... why would I..."
"Why the sudden freakout? You loved it."
I chuckled, pressing her head playfully. A quick check on my phone confirmed it—her satisfaction was nearly 100%, app tweaks aside. No need for the app, really. Her words said panic, but her face beamed irrepressible bliss. And even now, her gaze locked hungrily on the single drop that had fallen to the floor.
If she truly hated it, she wouldn't react like that. Yet she froze, cautiously watching my eyes, not daring to move.
I smirked.
"Fine, go ahead and eat that too."
At my curt permission, she scooped the floor drop onto her finger daintily and popped it in, shuddering in ecstasy—like it was fair game.
"Totally hooked."
I zipped up, tossing the quip. Snapping back to reality, she ducked her head in shame. But her sticky gaze lingered slyly on my crotch, reluctant to let go.
"Um... y-young man."
She called in a crawling voice.
"C-Could we... maybe do this again sometime?"
Too late to pretend otherwise—instinct had crushed reason. In her 30 years, had she ever felt this happy, fulfilled, brain-meltingly good? Never. She could swear it.
I just stared silently. She swallowed, leaning in, hooking a finger on my clothes. Awkward nasal whine, a smile.
"I dunno why, but... it felt so good. If we don't do it again, I'll go crazy... please? I'll do anything you say♥ Please? Pretty please?"
Her head-cocking head-rub against me was worlds away from her initial gruff demeanor.
I burst out laughing, petting her.
"Alright. Damn, Ju-hee, you're cuter than I thought."
Her face lit up at the affirmation, then she bowed her head again, ears crimson, mumbling.
"Th-the age gap's huge, don't baby me... and..."
After hesitating forever, she finally asked.
"What's your name, young man...?"
It was mortifying she hadn't asked the most important thing yet.
*
I hefted the bulging plastic bags in both hands and headed out. I'd planned to push further, but a call from home cut it short awkwardly. No reason I couldn't ignore it, but I didn't want the family raiding the village's only convenience store.
Ju-hee couldn't bring herself to grab me, just teary-eyed begging me to come back ASAP.
"Tomorrow. Or even tonight. You have to come again? Please? Pleeease?"
The bags' heavy load of ice cream was her desperate bribe.
On the walk home, her musky-sweet scent clung thickly to my nose. The image burned in my retinas: her burying her face in my crotch on that rickety store platform, howling like a beast, clinging with my cock buried throat-deep.
And the phone in my pocket—the app's power awed me. One tweak to her sense of smell, and a total stranger begged for my semen.
That superiority rush was thicker, sharper than the orgasm itself.
I opened the front door. In the living room center, two creaky fans chugged out lukewarm air, and my sprawled family bathed in it—same as when I'd left.
Staring at them, the nagging started immediately.
"Aish, took you an hour for ice cream? Wanna die?"
"Son, it didn't melt, right?"
I let their gripes flow in one ear and out the other.
A world where the Eden chip's 'censorship' no longer veiled my sight. And I alone ruled it—that intoxicating omnipotence stirred dark desires I'd never acknowledged.
Staring at them, my very first thought was, hilariously:
Who should I pick next?