Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗

Ernie announced as his cum flew into my face. "Ohhh yeahhh!" he cried as he moved his cock around, criss-crossing my smiling face with thick ribbons of hot cum. "Ohhh fuckin yeaahhhh!!" 

Cum splattered across my face and I opened my mouth wider, trying desperately to taste more. God, I don't know what came over me. Somehow I wasn't cumming, but I was fucking myself and stroking my clit as fast and as long as I ever had. My head lolled back on my shoulders, mouth wide open and Johan exploded. My eyes clamped shut and he hit me square in the side of the nose. Cum dripped wetly down into my mouth and hung off my nose. He pushed his spasming cock into my open mouth and sprayed my tongue with two big loads of hot jism. His cock then pulsed out three or four more doses of his tasty cream and I swirled it around my mouth and swallowed it like a good little whore.

I blinked my eyes open and David was leaning down with a video camera right in my face. Allan was stroking fast, inches from my mouth. My mouth still slimy with cum, I groaned deliriously. I was covered in it!

"Say hi to all your friends, Shannon!" 

"Ohhhhh!!" 

My orgasm was on a knife-edge! I couldn't hold out! Click/flash! Click/flash! 

"Smile for the camera, fucktoy!"

"OHHHPLEASEENOOO PLEAASEEEE!!!!"

Then from above, a moan burst from Allan's lungs and his cock erupted. Enormous ropes of cum flew into my hair and landed on my face with rapid-fire wet splats. He kept stroking and stroking and aiming at my mouth. I had my eyes tightly shut and my breasts were slapped again just as my orgasm burst from my loins!

SLAP!!! "AaaahhhHHHAAAHHHHHH FUCCKKKKKKKYYEESSSSSSSSSS OOOHHHHHH FUCKKKKK!!!"

My body stiffened and my hips jerked back and forth, impaling myself harder and harder on the dildo. My fingers ignited my clit and I flew into orbit. Pleasure rushed through me like never before and all the tension and humiliation of the last few days burst into a billion pieces and flew out into space. With my eyes rolling back into my head and the sound of static hissing in my ears, my body undulated in a rhythmic dance as more and more cum filled my mouth. I gurgled, needing to breathe. Allan's pulsing cock was on my tongue, cum still pulsing in heaving gobs with each gentler throb. He lifted his dripping cock and I swallowed, breathing hard before opening my mouth and sliding my lips back over the head to suckle. He continued to stroke, slowing down and draining into my mouth for a full minute. 

My fingers slowed down on my clit but occasional sparks sent little tremors through my body. I moaned softly to myself as I drew the slick dildo out of my cunt and let it fall from my hand. I fell back onto my knees, my ass on the floor, and grabbed my tingling breasts, squeezing them and squishing cum out between my fingers. "Mmmmmmm." I was such a mess and it felt so good.

Click/flash! Johan was taking more pictures. "Some for the family album, baby," he said, winking and looking into the viewer. I looked up at him holding the camera and smiled. I couldn't help it. Click/flash!

"She should clean up."

"Yeah."

I looked up at Johan, wondering what they wanted. "Make her eat it."

"Aw, man. That's nasty."

"I'll do it!" said Ernie, stepping forward, his soft cock hanging almost to his knees. His big hand twisted the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head back. He ran his other hand all over me, gathering up cum and wiping it on my tongue. I swallowed every time and stuck my tongue out for more. After a minute he said, "That's most of it," and pinched my nipple. I swallowed one final time and groaned, a small shudder gripping my body.

"Thank the men, little one."

"Thank you," I said, my eyes flicking from one to the other. "Thank you," I repeated into the video camera, licking my lips.

"Man, that was unbelievable," sighed David, scanning my face one last time. He turned it off and dropped it from his eye, looking at me in wonder. "Fuckin beautiful."

Ernie looked down on me with a broad smile. "Fuckin awesome, girl."

I smiled up at him. Then my eyes were drawn to Steve. "I'd kiss you but you're just too messy," he said, shaking his head and smiling.

Even I laughed a bit at that. I looked down at myself. I was still streaked in cum. I looked back up and grinned uncertainly. 

"You are a little firecracker, Shannon," Allan said softly, a big smile on his face. "Johan is one lucky guy."

"And she's a lucky girl," said Johan, elbowing Allan in the ribs and smiling down at me too.

"Let's just hope she's not addicted," laughed David.

"Well, if she is, we could just do her again," chuckled Johan.

"Now?" asked Ernie, playfully raising his eyebrows.

"Naaa, not now. It's getting late. And we have a big day tomorrow."

"He's right," said Steven. "And we have a long drive too, man."

"Yeah, yeah. I know," Ernie mumbled quietly, looking down on me in amazement.

I just knelt there in a slump as they all talked. I was utterly exhausted and cum was starting to stiffen and dry on my skin. I watched as they dressed and laughed and shook their heads and each other's hands. In minutes they were gone and cars were being started and driven off quietly. 

Johan pulled on his jeans but wasn't wearing a shirt. He held out his hand and I reached for it. He pulled me to my feet and I stood there, toe to toe with him, holding his hands and looking up into his eyes, too embarrassed to say anything. He smiled and brushed his fingers over my lips playfully and kissed them lightly. Then, with a big grin on his face, he whispered, "Go get in the shower, ya fuckin whore." I blushed and giggled, still not knowing what to say. 

He laughed and slapped my ass as I ran out of the games room and into the rest of my life. Who knew what adventures it might hold. Surely nothing could surpass the incredible few days I'd just endured. I soaped my body and washed the evidence of my debauchery down the drain in the shower. The hot water drew the last ounces of my strength from me and I barely had the energy to gloss my most tender parts with moisturiser. By the time I made it to the bedroom, Johan had already showered downstairs and was lying in bed, waiting for me. 

When I saw him there, I almost wanted to cry. I felt so happy and so vulnerable all at once. For some reason my eyes were drawn to his bedside table and I noticed something was different. I smiled to myself and slid into bed realising he'd put away my confession.

He opened his arms to me and I slid into them, pressing my cheek to his chest and sighing. He clicked off the bedside light and wrapped his strong arms around me, kissing my forehead lightly. All the tension slowly drained from my body. My stomach relaxed and I wound my smooth legs around his, moulding myself to him. He kissed me again and spoke quietly. "I love you baby."

I swallowed, stifling tears again. "I love you too," I breathed. He hugged me close and kissed my nose. I could hear the smile in his voice when he whispered in the dark.

"Got any more dirty fantasies?"

 

A Sun Rise at Midnight

 Friday, October 30. 9:30ish.

I say "9:30ish", but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake.

I nursed the ice-water remainders in the tumbler on the bartop before me. It was the last of my third, which was really more than I liked to drink by myself. But I didn't have anything else to do while I waited. Beside, I was agitated, and I really needed to relax. I didn't want to waste the scene around me.

I turned away from the bar to look out over the darkened room. Captain America, Wolverine (claws retracted, thankfully), and someone who I think was supposed to be The Maxx were flirting with a pair of Wonder Women just a few feet away. About a half-dozen X-men, mostly with the new movie costumes, were lining up so Spiderman could get a group picture. There was another Spiderman holding hands with Black Cat (Mary Jane would be pissed!) over by the phones, and the Joker and Aquaman seemed to have struck up a friendly conversation on the other side of the bar.

Since it was the annual Comsplay-get together (Comics ... Cosplay ... Get it? All right, I know, but I didn't make it up), and tickets were expensive enough that a couple hundred of us together closed out the Gracchus room at Caesar's Palace, the costumes were really pretty good. I probably knew half of the people there – at least by their alts on the comsplay board – but I didn't recognize anyone. Most of the costumes had masks, and hell if even Joker's facepaint didn't make him impossible for me to recognize.

As much as I liked costumes, there was something about masks that made me uneasy – something about not being able to recognize someone else when they might recognize you. Call it a quirk, but my favorite time of year made me a wallflower. By myself, alone inside my costume, I was shy and bashful. Now if David had been there – just having that one other safe person to make introductions, to share jokes instead of to be the joke... 

He wasn't answering his cellphone, either. Damnit.

I glanced up from my phone at the clack-clacking of high-heels on the wooden floor. Catwoman was walking up to the bar; she brushed by me and slid into a stool around the corner from mine. Of course, there were probably four or five Catwomen out in the crowd (thankfully, none of the Patience Phillips variety), but this one was the real deal, in my book. Her costume was great – a little interpretive, but without breaking canon.

Obviously she had the coiled up black bullwhip. Beneath arm-length gloves and thigh-high boots of soft black leather, she wore a purple catsuit – probably lycra, I think – and she filled it out beautifully. She wasn't the tall, lean, statuesque type, though her boots did give her an extra three or four inches, but she could have been a model in the 50's, back when reasonable men liked their women curvy. Let me just say that she was 'voluptuous'. But the suit looked like it was made to fit her – the spread of her shoulders, the volume of her ass and thighs were sculpted by the suit, but not squeezed. She had the matching purple cowl with cat ears, and long, wavy black hair flowing out the back.

She was black, with heavy-lidded eyes darkened by black makeup, and full lips covered with a deep, wet-looking red. Of course, I couldn't recognize her. 

I realized I was staring when I saw