REALIZATION

Jungle fucked. I've just been jungle fucked, Melissa thought. She'd heard the term before, on a comedy special from some woman comic who'd described a fuck so wild, so abandoned, that it could only happen between animals. She'd wondered what it would be like to go at it so violently. Now she knew.

Melissa struggled to control her breathing. She wanted to open her mouth and suck in great quantities of air, but she could feel the gobs of cum covering her lips. She wanted to open her eyes and see if she was still whole after the multiple orgasms had ripped through her body, but she could feel the weight of cum on her eyelids. She wanted to experience the scent of a jungle fuck, but all she could smell was the musky cum threatening to drip inside her nose. And she was afraid to do anything at all that might offend her new master.

"Whose cunt are you?" she heard his ragged voice ask from above her.

She took it as permission to open her mouth. "I'm your cunt, sir," she answered simply, as a large globule of cum slid into her mouth. She felt his weight shift off her.

"That's right. Now wipe the cum from your eyes and take your position on the bed, facing the dresser mirror." He sounded as though he'd been hollowed out.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was shocked at how much of his milky white cum covered her face and neck. She'd once dated a guy in college who would shoot so much cum in her mouth she could never swallow it fast enough to avoid drips. She'd expected it then, because he'd had such huge balls. Alex's balls were small enough to seem inconsequential. It was amazing that so much had ejected just from him.

As she watched herself in the mirror gravity had already become a factor, sending huge, slimy drips of cum off her chin and onto her tits or thighs. Alex watched it with evident pleasure as well, waiting until almost all of it had slid off her face before giving her new instructions. By this time, she was nearly twice as cum-covered as before, and she began to feel a bit unclean.

"Scoop up as much cum as you can and lick it from your fingers. And while you're doing this, I want you to remember this won't be the last cum you'll be eating. Of mine, or anybody else's."

Now what did he mean by that? His or anybody elses? She scooped a particularly large glob onto her fingers and dutifully licked it off, the cum saltily coating her tongue and then sliding into her throat. Unlike some of her friends, Melissa never minded the taste of it. As long as her husband didn't complain about her taste, she wouldn't complain about his. Of course, during their dating years, Jack had wanted sex from her two or three times a week, but he'd never do her while she was on her period. So oral sex had been the only choice.

She still felt slimy even though she'd licked off as much as she could. The clock read 10:20. Would he use her right up until 11:00 and then let her clean up? She decided she didn't care. It wasn't her decision to make.

"Damn, you're a mess," Alex said as he fondled her tit and then distastefully pulled his hand away. "You need a good hosing off and I need a good shower."

He ordered her into the shower, forcing her to wash and clean him before attending to herself. She'd hoped not to get her hair wet, but that proved impossible when he made her kneel and suck him some more, the water making a perfect lubricant. He continued to be very curious about her body, too, poking and prodding in every crevice and curve. She realized she liked the way he held her butt, his fingers always a threat to slide down and tickle her pussy. And when he occasionally showed that edge of animal passion, she would feel a thrill run through her.

Only one question remained for her: would he ask her if she would be returning the next week, or simply tell her to? Either way, the answer would be "Yes."