Wet Slurping

You later wake up to the sounds of wet slurping and a pleasurable tingle around your cock. As consciousness finds you, the sensations intensify and you briefly wonder how you’re even hard at all, memories of your earlier sexcapade rushing back. With how much you came minutes ago, you shouldn’t even be able to maintain a mild erection, let alone the hardness you’re sporting now. Yet, not only was your cock harder than it's ever been, it feels like someone is trying to suck it like a straw.

Even weirder still, they were succeeding.

You slowly open your eyes and see Stacey hunched over your crotch, attacking your cock like a woman possessed. She still looked like a horror show and was completely covered in cum; the substance slowly drying as it oozed down her face, chest, shoulders, and stomach. It was everywhere. The words you’d written on her earlier — Loves Big Sweaty Hairy Balls — while still visible underneath the sea of white, were beginning to smear and flowed down her chest like dark runny mascara.

Not wanting her to stop, you grab the back of her head and **** her further down your shaft. Your hands are immediately sticky with cum but you don’t care, pushing your cumslut down as she gags before ; letting her heave back up.

“Welcome back,” she grins, unperturbed by your sudden roughness. She spits your cock out and switches to giving the shaft long licks. “I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of enjoying myself.”

Your cock throbs as her words. Judging from her enthusiasm, you guess that she means she used the Magic Marker, but you’re unsure as to what specifically. Your dick already felt a little foriegn from the previous changes; with your sweaty balls and massively hairy sack. Now your shaft feels harder than it’s ever been. “What did you do?” you groan as she resumes sucking.

“I turned you into a cum fountain!” she exclaims, grinning wildly. “I woke up not long before you did and wanted more but your dick was soft and uncooperative. So I made it always hard.”

She pivots and moves a free finger to your inner thigh, revealing words that she had previous obstructed. Sure enough, Always Hard was written in a beautiful calligraphy with an arrow pointing right at your crotch. You glance at your other thigh and notice something similar written there, equally accompanied by a large arrow. Perpetually Leaks Cum.

A spike of arousal shoots through you. Your cumslut girlfriend has become so obsessed with cum that she couldn’t help but turn you into a cum-producing machine. You push her back and **** her off your dick, producing a whine from the girl who acquesses, letting you see the fruits of her work.

Your dick wasn’t larger; in fact it still looked weirdly disproportional next to the swollen sack that rested below it. But with how rock solid it was, it was difficult to believe that this was the same penis. It was pointing straight up, bobbing in tandem with your pulse. The head, large and purple, almost seemed swollen and ready to burst. It shined with cum, clean white fluid perpetually leaking from the tip as instructed. Large globs of semen flowed down the length of your shaft, risking to pool at the base of your groin had Stacey not been ensuring that not a single drop went to waste.

“Holy shit babe,” you marvel, admiring her work.

“I just love your cum! I can’t get enough of it.” She exclaims, cumdrunk. “It’s what you turned me into — a slut for your sperm.”

You grin. “My personal cumslut!” She nods eagerly as you bring her head back into your dick once more, forcing your shaft back down her throat. Stacey doesn’t even continue with the charade of blowing your dick, happily content on lazily sucking your cock and drinking everything it produces, happily swallowing every mouthful.

The pair of you remain as such for a time, you enjoying your girlfriend’s ministrations while Stacey lives up to the words you’ve etched upon her back. She’s become a cumslut in every sense; Stacey making your cum both disappear down her gullet while simultaneously rubbing it all over her face. With your dick now forever leaking, she acted as though she'd received the best gift imaginable. And yet, contrasted by the ferocity with which she attacked your cock, your curiosity is further piqued when you realize Stacey isn’t focusing on your balls as much as before, and you wonder if it has to do with the smearing letters on her chest.

“Hey Stace,” you begin, intent on exploring this avenue further. “Still a total slut for my balls?”

Your girlfriend flashes you a grin and lifts your shaft, bringing your sack to her face. She smothers herself into it again, your leaking cum freeflowing down your shaft and coating more of the forehead with slick fluid.

“I do,” she admits, coming back up for air. “But not as much as before.”

You chuckle at the statement, her face still coated in renegade pubes and smelling of sweat and cum. “I wonder if the change isn't as strong because my cum is slowly smearing the writing.”

“Probably” she agrees with a shrug, slowly jacking your shaft and making it spurt. “But I don’t care. Right now I just want more cum.”

Grinning, you push your cumfiend down onto her back, straddling her as you move yourself up on her hips. Your dick bobs wetly before her, Stacey’s eyes glued to it with a lust you’ve never seen in her before. Your girlfriend had become completely enamored by your cock; a fact that drives you wild with lust.

Passion renewed, you use the slickness of your leakage to lube your shaft and you place your dick in the valley of her tits. Stacey, recognizing your intent, brings her arms together and pressed her boobs around your shaft, enveloping it in a wet gooey mess. “Use your cumdump,” she whispers and you oblige, fucking her tits.

With your earlier orgasm still covering her and the new cum perpetually being added with every thrust, the lettering on her chest never stood a chance. As your dick completely ruins the word Sweaty, you wonder if there was a way to make these changes permanent. Momentarily putting the thought on the back burner, you begin fucking her chest in earnest, Stacey smiling happily as you cover her in more cum.

“Fuck my tits!” She edges you on as you pick up speed, her fingers attacking her nipples with wild abandon. “Drown me in semen!”

Her encouragement does nothing but entice you further, your thrust becoming more erratic as you feel a distant climax slowly approaching. You hold her in place by grabbing her shoulders, forcing her deeper in the mattress. Last time, the **** of your orgasm resulted in Stacey ricocheting back with each spurt. Now she’d have nowhere to go. With your orgasms producing gallons of semen, you presume your coming climax risked completely ruining the bed but you dismiss the thought, uncaring. You own a Magic Marker now; you could always fix it later. Right now, you have a cumslut to drown.

With that thought in mind, you continue using your girlfriend, pounding her tits like a man possessed. Her chest was now wet enough to rival her pussy, the words previously written on her an unreadable smear. Stacey keeps degrading herself, objectifying her body as nothing more than a means for you to use to cum. It’s her eagerness that drives you over the edge; the sheer fact that Stacey had fallen so dramatically into depravity triggers your need to coat her even more.

You bellow louder than you’ve ever done, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. You wondered how much sperm you’d actually produce, given that you’ve been leaking cum this entire time, but your worries ended up being unneeded. A powerful jet of cum erupted from you and stretched across the length of Stacey’s face, continuing further and coating her hair and the pillow she was resting on.

Living up to your changes, you spurt gallons of cum on Stacey, completely drowning the girl in semen — more than you’d ever seen in your life. With her locked in place, this time you’re the one reeling back, unable to contain the **** of your climax. Cum flies everyone, soaking the bed and leaving not one inch of her body uncovered.

After a pleasurable eternity, your orgasm fades and the rate at which you produce cum slows back down to a trickle. As expected, you’re still hard, the writing on your inner thigh making it so that your dick will never return to softness again. Even more impressive, your body still somehow has cum to spare, the leakage still persisting despite the torrent you’d just unleashed.

Beneath you, Stacey looked like she’d found nirvana. You could barely make out the girl underneath her blanket of white. The lettering on her chest was completely gone.

Grinning, you take your thumb and clean the cum off her lips before sticking your digit between them. Stacey moans as she sucks on your finger, eagerly consuming your essence. You pull it back out with a wet pop, Stacey giving you a lusty grin as she chases after it. Consumed by love for your girlfriend, you bring her close and kiss her with an intense passion.

“You look amazing!” you state, smirking at the girl as she falls back onto the bed. Stacey sticks her tongue out in a quirky grin and flashed a quick pose, accentuating the both wet and drying cum on her skin.