Practice your new 'duties' with the bartender

If you were going to do a good job, you would have to do it right. Considering that the bartender was a local, why not practice what you've learnt? You ask him candidly if you could, and he happily obliged. Standing back up, you prepare yourself to get into the mood of things. It was hard, considering how nervous you felt. You were a little concerned that you might get it wrong, but that was what this was for. Besides, the bartender was so kindly to help bring this important tradition to your attention. You felt like you should pay him back for it by making him happy. It was going to be a roleplay experience so you made sure you spoke in as clear a voice as possible.

You opened your mouth to speak in the foreign language he had taught you. It was a sputtering of complicated words and pronunciations that the kindly bartender prompted you along. After a few tries, you successfully introduced yourself as the 'water deity'. He congratulates you on an attempt well done, which made you giggle with excitement. The other words later on were harder, so you settled for simple word fragments that any local could understand. The most you managed this time was the question, 'Suck and fuck?'. He seemed approving of your efforts with a few rapid nods, again praising you and correcting you to use some variations. Slowly enough, you work through everything he had first taught you up to the point that you felt confident that you could do it without his help... at least for the most part.

You started again. It went better, and you could get some manner of awkward conversation going with him. You aced the introduction. You offered him a 'suck and fuck'. He accepted, and asked you to 'flash your tits'. You understood this cue, reaching for the straps of your yellow dress to pull it down until your huge boobs burst out from the clothing being pulled downwards. You jiggle them in his face enthusiastically, unable to control a laugh as you watch him eyeball them intensely. From the look on his face, you were glad to see that you were making him happy. You then hear him prompt a 'tit fuck'. Responding immediately, you dropped to your knees to undo his pants, pulling it and his underwear down. What slapped wetly against your face gave you a shock. It was a long, hard and fleshy part of him that seemed to throb, the underside of the head leaking a clear mucus. You were fascinated by it. This must be the 'cock' he was talking about. The thing that is meant to go between your tits, in your mouth and in your pussy. The thing that the 'cum' spews out of. For a second there, you were struck dumb. You could feel the heat of the thing against your face, a dribble of the clear mucus staining your cheek. For some reason, you could not help but flush. Something about it seemed familiar, but you could not put your finger on it. Even as you literally did to feel the fleshy, hard texture as it slipped in the ring of your index finger and thumb, just as he had instructed you earlier, you still feel a little strange about this. You blink away the doubts. Pleasing the fisherman was what you must do. Questioning it would make you a hypocrite. You immediately slip the blistering hot 'cock' into your cleavage, tip pointed towards your face, arced your back and squished your lumps together. As soon as you were in position, you begin stroking the 'cock' up and down with your lady mounds. The clear mucus was spreading all over them, making it so much easier to ride it up and down your upper torso. All the while, you were staring at the tip lunging for your face, wondering if what you were doing was right. You were reassured when you heard the bartender moan audibly. He had told you that moaning fishermen was a good sign that your efforts were good. Grinning happily, you figured that upping the pace would make him happier, slapping your slick tits down to the base and up again. For a number of minutes, you went on, until he trembled and suddenly stiffened. You feel his hips pump upwards, and with a long, heaving grunt, you instantly saw jet streams of white rushing straight for your face. You yelp in surprise as constant strings of the stuff splashed all over your face and open mouth. Some sloshes of it managed to spray onto your tongue and you instantly taste the bitter and sticky texture of it. Before you could think about what just happened, the stream of liquid seemed to sputter down to a gentle leak over a huge mess of the stuff on your still clamped close tits. You release him to look down at the stuff. So this was the fisherman's gift. There was so much of it all over you that you could feel the entire front side of your torso and face so extremely warm with it.

You look back up at him in a stunned manner. You were told that 'cum' would come out in spews, not bucket loads. He seemed to pick up on this, and explained that some of the fishermen had been so unhappy and hopeful that the 'water deity' would come one day, they had saved up a lot of their gifts for her. Understanding now that receiving more was good, your expression finally softened. He was so nice to have given you so much! You thank him for the 'cum', staring up at his heaving smile with your 'cum' covered face. The strange taste of it stained your taste buds but you were confident you would get used to it with time, even if it seemed like a familiar taste to begin with. Almost forgetting, you begin rubbing the slick liquid into your face and upper torso, as per their custom. Whatever you could not fully slide across your body, you shovel into your mouth to swallow. It was a little hard to put down, but you manage it anyway. You remember what the bartender had said that the 'cum' was good for your skin, and was also rich in protein. Those promises were enough to convince you that it was not only good for the tradition but also health. Why had you not encountered this wonderful custom before? It was unreal!