Everywhere

I'd seen my share of porn before and while sure it got me off, seeing the unrealistic standards it set always soured it for me a little.

It wasn't just the body types or dick sizes, those never really bothered me. No, what I really couldn't believe were the cum shots.

I mean it could just be ridiculous sometimes. Guys firing loads off for a minute straight or completly covering a girls face, even if they had apparently already cum not five minutes ago!

It wasn't real.

That's what I would tell myself looking down at my hand. Looking at the puddle of cum that covered less than half of the plan of my hands. That's what I had always told myself, and before now I had believed it.

The first shot of cum splattered against Sarah's face, which had been hovering above it while she worked him with her hands. I saw it in what felt like slow motion, as the gooy jet of cum covered her cheeks and lips. The second shot was higher, covering her nostrils and eyes with a thick layer of fresh hot cum.

Each individual rope he shot was more than a full load of mine. I was honestly stunned in awe as I watched Sarah's face get marked by his seed.

Sarah was still pumping her hands up and down the glistening length of his throbbing cock. She must have been to suprised by his load to realise she should stop now.

Still jerking him off, she aimed his cock away from her face. One load landed over her chest, trickling down and over her nipple. Another load when wide, hitting the carpet floor. The final proper shot of cum hit me, covering my own crotch as if I had busted in my own pants again. I could feel the **** of it as it cover me, smaller than his first had been but just as thick.

"GghnnnnNNNUUuuugghhhggghhh" Callum sounded more beast than man, his grunt low and guttural.

Sarah was milking the last few drops out of his cock, slowly working her hands up the shaft and drawing more cum out of it. Her hand had a flourish to it when she reached the tip, which seemed to cover her hand in more of the cum that was endlessly leaking out.

The cum that wasn't ending up on Sarah spilled out of his tip and dripped down onto the couch. Staining it and covering some of my shirts he had been sitting on. I tried not to think about how his balls were rubbing against them, but it was hard to look away from the cum fountain his cock had turned into.

"Jesus christ." I said under my breath.

"Oh fuck that felt good." Callum said, letting out a deep breath. "Give me those eggs, nothing makes you hungrier than a sexy slut jerking a fat nut out of you."

I handed him the plate and he started devouring it like an animal. His words cock resting limp on the fabric of my shirts, still impressive in its size.

Sarah gave me a hug and kissed my cheeks, thanking me for the breakfast. I could feel Callum's cum stick to my cheek with her kiss, a wave of filth and disgust washing over me. I know I had let things get this far, but it was just demeaning to have my girlfriends kiss another man's cum into me!

But before I could verbalise any complaint, I noticed Sarah eating her eggs. With each fork full she ate, she took in more of Callum's cum that covered her face. If that wasn't bad enough, with how she was holding the plate below her, more and more cum was dripping down over the meal I had made her.

"Sarah, ummm, you're still a bit of a mess." I tried to put it lightly. She mustn't have realised the extent to which Callum had covered her in his cum, I certainly wouldn't have believed it if I couldn't see it. She was just being her ditzy self and not noticing all of it, I mean there was now way she'd be voluntarily eating his cum. Right?

"Oh?" She said, feeling around her face in a way that just spread the thicker globs of cum that painted her cheeks.

"Let me go get you guys a towel." I rushed off to the bathroom to grab one of our few remaining clean towels. Taking a moment to wipe the cum off my pants and face, gagging a little as I wiped the small sticky stain on my cheeks. Sure I'd touched my own cum before, but knowing this belonged to another man and that it was on my face was a whole different thing that just felt wrong.

Back in the loving room Callum had finished his plate, leaving it discarded on the couch. He was now holding the shirt his dick had been leaking onto, rubbing it into Sarah's face while she sat on his lap.

"Can you use this instead?" I said, holding out the towel.

"You got a towel when you needed a cum rag." Callum told me, smirking as he wiped down Sarah's face.

I gave up trying to convince the man, the shirt would need a wash anyways. Maybe two even. Defeated I dropped the towel and picked up the plates to bring them to the kitchen. Dropping them in the sink, I leant against the bench top and took a deep breath.

To say I was rock hard felt like an understatement. Even steel felt flimsy in my mind, when compared to the hardness of my dick stuffed in my pants. I felt a little delirious, like all the blood had rushed out of my brain and down into my cock. I wanted to laugh, scream, cry but most of all I really wanted to cum.

No porn I'd watched had ever had this effect on me, and it just didn't make sense. I could understand getting a thrill from Sarah showing off, and from seeing guys lust over her but this wasn't just that. I had see what felt like a superhuman amount of cum launch all over my apartment, my girlfriend and even myself.

So why was I still still so turned on?

I wasn't thinking straight, that was it. The teasing from last night and this morning was getting to me, making my mind weird. I couldnt trust my mind to think clearly, at least not until I'd released the mounting well of pressure deep in my balls.

Centred, and just a bit more calm I left the kitchen again. I made it one step before being slapped in the face. Not by a hand, but by a shirt.

The shirt. Or as Callum had designated, the cum rag.

I peeled it away as fast as I could but the smell lingered. That foul male stench that was uniquely marked as Callum's. With it off my face I could see Callum and Sarah walking away, Callum's hand resting firmly on her bare ass.

"Do you mind cleaning up Liam?" Sarah asked, looking back at me. "Me and Cal are gonna shower."

She had that sly smile on her face and winked as she said it, rasing her arm to hold it against Callum as they closed the bathroom door behind them.

It was too much. This had all been too much. Despite how hard I'd been trying to hold back, I just couldn't help it anymore.

Cum leaked out of the tip of my dick, not the torrential storm Callum had but a trickle. There wasn't the burst of pleasure and relief that normally came with cumming, just emptiness. My mind didn't feel any clearer for it. If anything I just felt... more confused.

The hiss of the shower starting knocked me out of my doldrum. Thinking about what was happening in there, or what had happened in here was too much.

Instead I took the cum rag, and got to work cleaning up.