Oxygen

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"It's oxygen." "What?"

Carol looked at her doctor like she was crazy.

"It's oxygen. Similar to what a baby breaths." And a worried look filled Carol's face. "What am I doing secreting it?" "I don't know. I've never seen this before." And her worry became a silent cry.

"I'm going to refer you to another doctor. He's very good. But this is not my field of expertise." "Am I sick doctor?" "No. You're a very healthy young woman. Your gynocology is just acting a little strange." "I knew I shouldn't have face sat him.. I just knew it." "What? Face sat?" "My boyfriend.. He likes me to face sit him." "That has nothing to do with this."

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As the weeks went by she eventually told her boyfriend, Ray, about her oxygen predicament. On some days it was nothing at all. But others, she'd noticed opposite her cycle, she'd begin secreting a slow drip. Like it were a thick thick urine. One of her earlier doctors had mistaken it for venerial disease, but it wasn't. And the gynocologist had scheduled Carol for an oppointment that was still two weeks coming, so she told Ray about it.

His reaction was condescending.

"Aw c'mon baby." "No! I don't like this." But Ray didn't listen as he rolled over and down to that soft spot between her legs. He began kissing. She was frustrated but like always before whenever he'd done this, she found it cute. A boyish appeal. And she put both her hands around the back of his head, sliding her fingers in his hair. "Don't you know I'm sick?" "You're not sick." And the kissing kept coming. So she closed her eyes and pretended she was normal. Feeling the comfort. The soft cozey cuddling against his wet mouth.

And the oxygen dripped..

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Sweating and really getting into it (it wasn't hard), Carol melted around his head. Around his face. Sitting up with Ray's hands massaging the inside curve of her hips. It was her second orgasm, and she felt like she could go on forever. Ray was in an absolute ecstacy there underneath her, like a baby sucking on a tootsie, his eyes frantically taking it all in. She'd never done it this hard before.. for this long. And she really seemed to be enjoying herself, Ray telling himself that it was all him. But it wasn't.. It was her. She'd sunk some place deep in a fantasy. That seemed old.. but new to her.. somehow. And in a squat over her his face she played the part perfectly. Better than any porn director could have dreamed. Two weeks of walking around holding it in.. running to the bathroom to wipe herself off had unleashed itself in a frantic state of ease. And almost like a urine, the secretion flowed where it was met by thirsty boyfriend. Swallowing.. suckling.. letting it slide down from the tip of his tongue. "I love you, Ray." She whispered..

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Flush wasn't the right word.. It was like standing under a warm waterfall. Carol let loose an enormous amount of discharge. It had seemed to be some kind of buildup, but it all came out at once. And Ray's eyes opened wide, his adams apple gulping to keep up, then falling behind. Carol was a state of complete ecstacy. Like her body weren't her's anymore, but someone else's. And Ray started whining, but eventually got to screaming, and pulling, and pushing at the buttock and at the heels of her feet that she had wrapped around his neck. Tickling her feet with the bone of his neck.. He couldn't get her off. She was in a daze, massaging her own breasts and discharging fluid, that was thick and stuck to the back of his throat. He started coughing and was about to throw up, when all the energy in his body seemed to just drain away from him. And the hands flopped down to the side while fluid spilled out over the bridge of his nose.. over the opened eyes. "Carol!" "Oh Ray.. I love you."

[serving]

very creative writing...

continue on.

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thank you serving. :)

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The guy was like a soggey wet shoe. The contact between them was air tight, and filled to the lid with thick thick liquid. Carol screwed like she'd never screwed before. The liquid gave his face this texture analogous to greasing a balljoint. And it was irresistable. She kept riding it up and down, sliding like a tabogan ride on these glorious bumps and hills. Locking her lips on his and squeezing out more of the secretion. There was so much of it. Underneath that thick transluscent veil, Ray's eyes crossed in a world of their own. His mind spinning like he were in roller coaster ride. And the oxygen was barely getting to his lungs. Lungs that for many many years now had had to breath in the lazy air, and now were forced to suck in thick liquid.

Carol'd even opened her eyes and saw what she was doing to him. But she never stopped for some reason. Beyond it being such a high degree of pleasure, she also somehow psychotically knew she had to continue. And that she couldn't stop. Something in her belly told her to keep going.. keep going until it's finished.

[Logan]

I love it so far, hope that it continues...



Logan