Sharon and Hans Fill Every Pair of Shoes They Own With Cum

Hans and Sharon began sensually. Hans moved his face over Sharon’s stomach. His beard making her soft tummy tingle. The stresses of Sharon’s day still lived inside her but she knew after this splooge marathon, she would be relieved.

Sharon and Hans were both overwhelmed with the task at hand. Filling every pair of shoes they owned with cum? Filling? Every pair? With cum? Sharon was known to cum rivers and Hans was known to explode like a rogue fire hydrant, but even so, they owned about thirteen pairs of shoes which totals to about twenty six shoes.

“Should we go to our closet?” Hans whispered as he looked up at Sharon. Sharon nodded. She knew what Hans meant by this. He meant that they should go and see how many shoes were in the closet and then cum in them.

Sharon and Hans walked to their closet together. Hans held Sharon’s ass in his hands as they walked. This turned Sharon on. She felt her cunt gathering moisture. She felt the pulse of want deep in her hole. They arrived at their closet. Thirteen pairs of shoes stared at them. Mostly Vans. Sharon and Hans loved Vans sneakers. They had matching blue velvet pairs (4 shoes) and matching checkered pairs (4 shoes). Hans had a pair of black high tops (2 shoes), red mid tops (2 shoes), white mid tops (2 shoes), black laced classics (2 shoes), and white slip on classics (2 shoes). Sharon had gray canvas low tops (2 shoes), black lace ups decorated with flowers (2 shoes, very pretty), black slip on classics (2 shoes), and lights purple old skools (2 shoes). The shoes in the closet alone totaled to twenty six (26) shoes. Hans and Sharon stared at the pile of sneakers with fear and wonder.

Hans turned to Sharon.

“You ready?”

Sharon looked deep into Hans’ eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was ready, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be ready, but she knew she wanted to try. The spicy taste of the chicken nuggets from earlier returned to Sharon’s mouth. She was nervous. She hoped she wouldn’t throw up although she knew that if she did it would taste mostly like spicy chicken nuggets so it wouldn’t be that bad, just embarrassing.

“More ready now than I’ll ever be, I guess.” She said.

Hans unbuttoned Sharon’s pants and tore them down her legs. She stepped out of them. She lost her balance and fell.

“Fuck” Sharon said, rubbing her side which she bumped pretty hard in her fall.

“Do not be embarrassed about falling,” Hans said, “just get back up so I can eat your pussy.”

Sharon awkwardly stood back up. Hans grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy close to his face. He dove in. Sharon felt the wet hot of Hans’ tongue. He sucked and licked. Sharon grinded her burrow into his mouth. Hans was working hard…but not too hard…he knew they had a long way to go before every pair of shoes was filled with cum. This was only the beginning. He was warming Sharon up.

Sharon grabbed Hans’ hair and pulled. Hans moaned. Sharon moaned too. Suddenly, she felt the wave of orgasm overwhelming her.

“Hans, I’m going to cum.”

Hans kept his mouth on Sharon’s box as he reached into the closet and grabbed Sharon’s purple old skools. He angled them under her as he felt her dig her slit further into his tongue.

“Hans!” She shouted.

Hans released his mouth and brought the shoes up to Sharon’s opening. Sharon came and white hot girl-cum erupted out of her vagina. It slipped from her pussy lips into the opening of the old skools. White goo settled into the base of the shoes. Hans made sure to get both shoes in on the action. They didn’t have time (or cum) to waste. Sharon finished cumming. Hans put his hand up to her vagina and wiped the rest of the cum off her lips and flicked it into the shoes. Sharon looked down at the shoes. That was her cum in there. Sharon felt proud. Nothing her five stepdads had ever done or said could matter in this moment. She couldn’t even remember their names, although she knew most of them began with a B.

“Your turn.” She said, smiling at Hans a smile reminiscent of his sneaky smile from earlier.

Hans lied on the floor and Sharon took his pants down to his knees. Hans was painfully erect. Sharon put her mouth on his cock and went to work. Hans had a German accent and an average sized penis, about six inches, but Sharon knew as well as anybody that he produced an above average amount of jizzum. She looked forward to this as she ran her tongue over his wiener and sucked. Hans pushed into her mouth. Sharon moaned. Hans moaned. Finally, it was time for Hans to cum.

Sharon kept her hand on Hans’ sticky stick as she grabbed both of their matching pairs of Vans, the blue velvets and checkered slip ons. She put them in a line. Hans announced that he was about to cum. Sharon stood behind Hans and angled his prick towards the line of shoes like a shooter aiming at a line of targets. Hans exploded and Sharon shot the cum into each pair of shoes. The cum was never ending it seemed. In an attempt to conserve cum and get every shoe its fair share, Sharon moved through the first seven shoes fairly quickly. Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! CUM! Sharon held Hans over the eighth shoe, Hans’ size 10 checkered slip on. Hans screamed as more and more cum blasted out of him.

“Oh my god! Hans! You’re still going! I can’t believe it!” Sharon shouted as she watched the cum fill the checkered slip on.

“ARRRRRR” Hans shouted as the last of the cum shot out of his pulsing penis. The size 10 was overflowing with cum. Sharon and Hans stared at their work.

Hans considered the sight.

“We should get some of the cum thats overflowing and put it into another shoe, no?” Hans said, thoughtfully. “We don’t want to waste any…”

Sharon considered this.

“Well, how many more shoes do we have to go?” She asked. They had just blasted through ten shoes, but there were many more shoes in this closet.

“Many more.” Hans said, still out of breath from his cum-a-thon.

Sharon watched Hans try to catch his breath. She felt a pang of jealousy. Hans had just filled eight shoes with cum, the last shoe overflowing with it. Sharon had only filled two shoes. Sharon wanted to fill more. She wanted to fill all the rest. All the years of having never been good enough for her stepdads came flooding back into Sharon’s mind. She never scored enough goals, never got high enough grades, never got high enough scores on Dance Dance Revolution. Tonight would be the night everything would change. Here with Hans, Sharon would fill enough shoes with cum. She would fill more than enough shoes with cum. She would fill every shoe with cum.

“Let’s keep going. I don’t think we’ll need that extra cum.” Sharon said with determination. Hans smiled. This was what he loved about Sharon. Her determination and gusto. Hans knew what he had to do next. It was fingerblast time.

Hans grabbed Sharon in close for a passionate kiss. His tongue moved in aggressive circles around her mouth and down her throat. Sharon almost gagged on it. Hans pulled away.

“Sharon, your determination and your gusto are what I love about you. I know that your five stepdads never thought you were enough. I know that nothing would satisfy them. You could never win enough hot dog eating competitions, never collect enough state quarters, never build enough mahogany chairs with your own two hands — ”

“Yes Hans, I know.” Sharon said. These examples could go on forever and Sharon knew that.

“But for me, you are enough. And tonight you are more than enough. On our quest to fill these shoes with our jizzum, you are my everything.” Hans kissed Sharon again. They were so in love. Sharon pulled away from the kiss.

“Hans, I love you. Now fingerblast me so that I can cum into the rest of these shoes.” She said.

“Sharon, there are sixteen shoes left in the closet. Do you really think you can do it?” Hans asked.

Sharon looked deep into Hans’ eyes and even deeper into her own soul. She knew the answer. Instead of speaking, she used body language and took Hans’ hand and shoved it into her vagina. Sharon moaned with pleasure and Hans went to work.

Hans did all his fancy moves inside of Sharon’s cave. He put in two fingers, then three. He did the “come hither” motion inside. He moved in and out in and out in and out really, really fast. He wiggled his fingers around like little crazy worms. He pretended he was playing a saxophone and the saxophone was the deep inside of Sharon’s vaginal walls. Sharon writhed with pleasure. She screamed. She laughed. She cried. Finally, after about forty minutes of fingerblasting, it was time for her to orgasm.

“Hans, it’s time for me to orgasm!” Sharon shouted.

Hans’ eyes opened wide. He was nervous for whatever was about to happen. He was also relieved because after forty minutes, his arms were sore and his fingers were pruned. Hans knew he didn’t have time to line up twelve shoes in front of Sharon so they’d have to aim at the pile and hope for the best.

“Sharon, I am going to aim you at the pile of shoes and hope for the best.” Hans said.

Sharon smiled. She knew she could do it. Hans rotated Sharon’s body so that her pussy was facing the closet. Sharon got down into a “crab walking” position…sort of like a bridge but different…and she knew she was ready.

“Hans! Here I go!” Sharon shouted.

Sharon exploded like a volcano. Girl cum came shooting out of her miracle-hole that put to shame any squirter that could be found on the internet. This wasn’t even squirting, really. This was what Sharon had always known she could do. The girl-cum rained down on the shoes in the closet and slowly filled all of them. It was like a summer thunder storm. The rain being Sharon’s girl-cum, the thunder being Sharon’s orgasmic screams, and the lightning being the light and electric energy that radiated from Sharon as she accomplished all she had ever dreamed of accomplishing. Hans continued to massage Sharon’s clit to keep the rain coming.

“Did I get all of them?” Sharon shouted.

“Yes, Sharon! Yes!” Hans shouted back, proud as hell. His pride swelled in him so furiously that Hans started cumming again too. His cock shot out jizz with the **** of a paint ball gun. The cum hit the back wall of the closet and bounced into the shoes that Sharon was already filling. Sharon looked back at Hans and they held eye contact. The two of them were like tandem fountains at a fancy outdoor mall, like the ones at the Americana. Sharon smiled warmly at Hans and Hans smiled back. This was why they had been together all these years. This was why they had committed their lives to each other. They worked so well together. They lived in perfect harmony. They gave each other purpose. They made each other cum in ways that were unimaginable to the average human being.

Sharon quivered and her cum rainstorm trickled to an end. She collapsed into Hans’ arms. They both wept. They had done it. They had filled the blue velvets, the checkered slip ons, the black high tops, the red mid tops, the white mid tops, the black laced classics, the white slip on classics, the gray canvas low tops, the black lace ups decorated with flowers, the black slip on classics, and the light purple old skools. They had filled every pair of shoes they owned with cum.