The Cheese.

Within 48 hours of seeing Dylan, I was off to visit Mitchell. Given I had knocked the first one out of the way, I was geared up to give my second blowjob. I felt slutty given it was only 48 hours before hand where I had sucked off another guy, but it made it all the more exciting. You see Dylan and Mitchell already had a previous history with each other. Dylan was seeing a girl called Andrea who ended up cheating on him and eventually leaving him for Mitchell, so they already had quite a bit of rivalry. Again, this excited me. I felt so naughty being such a wanted female between men who had already fought over a girl previously, especially as one was in a relationship. It was the greatest quadrangle I could have created.
I arrived at Mitchell's and we picked up straight where we left off. I sat in what now was my favourite position of swinging one long leg over his waist and straddling him front on. It gave me the power and the prowess I needed to feed my fast growing ego. It also, it seemed, accelerated his! We kissed deeply as I tugged on his hair a little and moaned. He wasn't as good a kisser as Dylan, it was a kiss that could only be described as generic, repetitive and mechanical. I revved myself up for what I was about to do. I began to tug on his pants and slide down his body, my knees sliding off the couch onto the floor.
"Are you sure?" He said, unaware I had given out my oral virginity two days beforehand.
"Yes, I want you to be my first for this." A clear, blatant lie.
I was eye level with his fly button. As I undid it and the zipper, I could smell the aroma that was wang. It seemed stronger than Dylan's. I peeled down his briefs and my mouth dropped open - not to accept cock, but in horror. His semi erection unraveled from itself, like an uncoiling slug after it has been kicked. Gluggy strings of precum strung across his dick like a thick spiderweb and the smell was overpowering. I would've heaved if I wasn't too fixated on staring. He clearly was not a hygienic man as there seemed to be clumps of what could only described as smeared cheddar cheese (though I imagine, far less tasty) up his shaft. Given my naivety, I thought this, horrible as it was, was possibly normal. I shut my eyes tightly and shoved it in my mouth with the same expression on my face as skulling a shot of cheap vodka. It lasted probably no more than 15 seconds before I could not take it anymore and said something about me being scared so we returned to the kissing. I have no idea how he couldn't taste himself on my tongue.
When I got home I washed my mouth out about four times, and the washing of the hands resumed, scrubbing the potent cock smell off them.

It was something I knew I'd never forget and to do this day is probably one of my most told stories.


-Endrin-