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Yo-Yo Chronicles 12: Milkshake



   By Ed Rider



   "Sorry.  Jeremy, not tonight."

   "What's wrong, Celia?" he said as she moved further away from him to the
other side of the bed.  When she got there, she turned and faced him.

   "You know what's wrong?" she said.

   "What are you talking about?" he said.

   "Never mind," she said.  "I have some bad news and some good news for
you, Jeremy.  Do you have a preference about which I tell you first."

   "No," he said.  He was irritated because she usually never turned him
down unless she wasn't feeling well, and then she explained why.  This time
she hadn't given him any excuse.

   "OK.  The bad news is I'm not going to make love to you again until you
go to a lab and get tested for STDs.  The good news is that if the lab
gives you a clean bill of health, you can put your rubbers away, because
I'll make love to you without anything, like you asked me to a few times."

   "I don't understand," he said.  "You always want me to wear a rubber
because you are scared of getting pregnant even though you're on the pill.
And what's with the lab tests?  You're the only one I make love to."

   He looked at her and saw her gazing at him with a strange expression. 
Then she said, "I'm not having a discussion about this, Jeremy.  I just
told you how things are.  Now it's your decision."

   He tried a couple more times to get her to talk about it, but she turned
her back to him, and he couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep.  Finally,
he gave up.



   The next morning, he asked her again what was bothering her.

   "I said all I have to say last night," she said.  "Are you going to get
those tests done or not?"

   "If it's that important to you, I'll do it," he said, "but I think
there's something bothering your pretty little brain, and I wish you'd tell
me what it is."

   He looked at her, and again he saw her looking at him with that
expression she had last night.  But she didn't say anything as she gathered
her purse and laptop and walked out.

   He went to a medical lab in his office complex during his lunch break
and had the work done.  A few days later, the lab called and said he could
pick up his test results.  When he presented them at dinner, she said,
"Thank you for doing that.  You'll get your reward later."

   From that night on, their sex life was different.  In a way, it was
better than any fantasy he could imagine.  Jeremy hadn't had sex without a
condom since he was a foolhardy teenager, and he noticed immediately how
much better it felt.  At first, he was so stimulated and excited that he
came almost immediately, and he was worried that Celia would be angry.  But
she never said a word.

   Once he got more used to the feeling, he could control himself better,
and he enjoyed watching her multiple orgasms almost as much as his own.  He
made an effort to extend their sessions and maximize their pleasure,
because he found that once he came, Celia lost all interest, whether she
came or not.  As soon as he was soft, she jumped out of bed and went to the
bathroom.  When she returned, she didn't respond to him anymore, although
sometimes he noticed her crying as she moved away from him.

   What really surprised him is that she also took him in her mouth
occasionally.  Early in their relationship, she had told him how the
thought of that made her ill, so he had never brought it up.  Now each time
she did it, she apologized to him in advance.  "Jeremy, I've got to get up
really early for an appointment tomorrow morning," she might say.  "Do you
mind if I pleasure you orally tonight?"

   Did he mind?  She was a magician with her tongue, and her suction was so
strong that within a few minutes he almost exploded in pleasure.  She
sucked every drop out of him and then jumped up and ran to the bathroom. 
From the expression on her face, she seemed nauseated by his semen and
about to throw up as she rushed out.

   She really hates it, so why does she do it?  he thought.  She seemed to
be telling him she only did it to finish in a hurry, but before she would
have simply explained why she didn't want to have sex that night, and he
would have understood.  He thought about asking her about this, but he
enjoyed it so much, he was half afraid she might stop if he said anything.

   Outside of bed, their relationship was friendly, but she seemed cooler
to him than when they first met in a yoga class and had fallen hard for
each other.  Still, they never argued anymore, which they used to do a lot.
Jeremy sort of missed the arguments, because he got really turned on when
Celia was angry and combative, and she must have been affected that way,
too, because the arguments usually ended with them making passionate love.

   The sex they had now was less emotional and more raw and animalistic. 
She began coming up with new ideas to excite him.  It seemed like a
contest. She would try to stimulate him to come fast, and he would try to
hold out as long as he could.  Often a new position or movement would get
him off quickly, and she'd use it again and again until he got used to it
and could hold back longer.  Then she'd move on to something else.

   Sometimes he wished she didn't always go for the wild stuff.  He sort of
missed the tenderness and the intimacy of the old days.  He noticed they
hardly ever caressed or kissed now.  But how could he complain to her when
she was giving him super orgasms nearly every night?



   A couple of months after the fantasy sex began, he asked her at dinner,
"What's in the big plastic container in the freezer?  I noticed it the
other day, but I forgot to ask you, and I see it's still there."

   "That's a milkshake I'm making for you," she said.

   "What?" he said.  "What milkshake?  I haven't had a milkshake in 10
years?  And this doesn't look like ice cream?  What are you doing?"

   "I told you," she said.  "I'm making a milkshake for you.  It's made
from special thick cream, your cream.  I'm keeping it in the freezer until
you're ready to eat it."

   He looked at her.  She had that same expression on her face that she had
when she told him to get the tests done.  He also noticed it sometimes when
one of her new techniques got him off so fast that she was barely aroused.
She never said anything, but she had that expression.  It was strange,
because it made her seem satisfied but displeased as the same time.

   "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he said.  "Is that my semen
that you've frozen."

   "That's right," she said.

   "What for?" he said.

   "It's your milkshake, and I'm going to feed it to you when you're
ready."

   "What's gotten into you, Celia.  This is crazy.  Why would I ever eat my
own semen?"

   "I do," she said.

   "Yes, I wondered about that," he said.  "I can tell you hate it, so why
are you doing it?"

   "Because I'm collecting your cream for your milk shake," she said.

   "So you spit it out and save it and then freeze it," he said.  "Is that
what you're doing?"

   "Yes," she said.

   "But there's an awful lot there," he said.

   "I collect cream almost every night," she said.

   "You mean, you've been saving all my come from inside you, too?" he
said. "How do you do that?  No, don't tell me.  Why are you doing this,
Celia?"

   "It's for the special milkshake that I'm going to feed you when you're
ready."

   "I'm never going to be ready for that, Celia, you know that.  I know
there are some strange guys out there who like that sort of stuff, but even
though we've been doing some wild things, I'm not that kinky.  Do you take
the semen out of your ass, too, when you let me come in there.  Oh my god,
no, don't answer.  You're sick, Celia."

   "No, I'm not, Jeremy," she said.  "I made sure of that.  When you had
sex with Teresa, you could have caught something.  You know that she does
it with almost any man she attracts.  She has an amazing body, but she's
very reckless.  I think she has a death wish, because she doesn't care
about condoms.  But, lucky for you, she didn't give you anything."

   Jeremy stared at her and didn't say anything for a minute.

   "I'm sorry, Celia," he said finally.  "I was stupid.  We were drunk, and
I didn't even realize what I had done until the next day.  I was going to
tell you when you came home from your trip, but I was scared, and also, I
didn't want to hurt you.  Please don't cry.  It wasn't anything.  I swear
that it was only that one time, and it will never happen again."

   Celia shook her head and wiped her eyes.  "You're right, Jeremy," she
said, "I'm making sure you don't have the time or energy to cheat on me
again.  Have you been enjoying the last couple of months?"

   "So that's what this all about," Jeremy said.  "I felt something wasn't
right about this."

   "You never said a word, Jeremy," she said.  "You knew something was
going on, but you're so self-centered that you just took what I gave you,
because you thought that if you asked me why, it might stop.  I know you so
well.  Isn't that right?  Do you know anyone more selfish and immature than
you are?  I don't."

   He said nothing for a while, and then he spoke in a soft voice.  "Celia,
I won't argue about this," he said, "because you are absolutely right.  I'm
the most shallow and self-centered person I know.  You've given me plenty
of opportunities to grow up, and I know I haven't responded.

   "You probably won't believe me, but I've been thinking about this
myself. I see some guys who are older than me still doing the same stuff,
and I think they are pathetic.  I don't want to be one of those losers.  I
don't want to lose you.  I know I can't change in a day, but I'm ready to
try.  Will you help me?"

   "I don't think so," said Celia.  "You'll have to get your help from some
other girl, who doesn't know you like I know you.  But you're right about
one thing, I don't believe you."

   "Will you at least give me a chance, Celia?" he said.  "You know how
nervous I am about the word 'love.' Right now, I feel like I want to say
it, but I can't because I want to understand it and mean it when I say it.
If you give me a chance, I think I can change."

   "I think it's too late," said Celia.  "Too much has happened."

   "Does that mean we're through?" he said.

   "I think so," she said.

   "Why didn't you throw me out when you found out about Teresa," he said.
"Why have you been giving me all this crazy sex.  It's almost like you were
rewarding me for cheating."

   "I was collecting the cream for your milkshake," she said.

   "Please stop bringing that up," he said.  "You give me the willies when
you talk like that.  My stomach is churning, and my head is dizzy.  I don't
know what's happening to us, but I don't want you to mention that again."

   "OK," she said.  "Not until you're ready to enjoy it."

   "I'll never be ready," he said.

   "Oh, yes you will, but I can wait," she said.

   That was enough for Jeremy.  He left the kitchen and went to the living
room and watched television until he got tired.  She was in bed reading
when he came upstairs, but he ignored her.  She didn't say anything or
touch him, and after he lay down and turned his back to her, she turned off
the light and went to sleep.

   The same thing happened the two next nights.  While he was watching TV,
he couldn't concentrate on the programs.  He was thinking about them
splitting.  Did she want him to leave?  Was she looking for another
apartment or would she move in with one of her friends?

   She didn't say anything to him.  On the third night, he began thinking
that maybe he could get her to change her mind.  He turned to her and put
his right hand over her nightgown on top of her breast.  She closed her
book and put it on her nightstand and turned to him.  He saw she was crying
and shaking, but when he tried to say something, she put her hand on his
mouth.  Then she sucked him like a vacuum cleaner and he came in two
minutes.  She sucked until he was soft and then jumped out of bed and ran
to the bathroom.  When she came back, she lay down with her back to him and
turned off the light.

   The fantasy sex resumed the next night.  It was better than ever, he
thought, although occasionally when he opened the freezer, he saw the
plastic container, and it was getting fuller.  He figured there was nearly
a quart of sperm in there.  It made him increasingly nervous, and after a
couple of weeks, he decided he had to end her craziness, even if it meant
the end of the fantasy sex.

   "Celia," he announced at dinner.  "That thing is still in the freezer,
and it's really bothering me.  Please throw it out."

   "No," she said.  "I won't.  I told you I'm going to feed that milkshake
to you when you're ready."

   "I'm telling you that's enough," he said.  "When I come back from my
business trip, it better be gone, or I'm going to get rid of it myself."

   Celia didn't respond, and she said nothing when they went to bed and he
didn't approach her for sex.



   He arrived home late two nights later, and she greeted him at the door
in one of her sexiest negligees.  He was aroused immediately, and he put
down his suitcase and followed her up the stairs.

   He blinked when he walked in the bedroom.  The lighting was much
brighter than normal, and he looked around.

   "I'm trying something new tonight," she said.  "The extra lights are so
we can each clearly see what our naked bodies look like as we're doing what
we're doing."

   "That sounds exciting, Celia," he said as he took off his clothes
quickly.  She was already naked and lying on her back when he got to the
bed.  He wondered if she would try to get him off quickly, like she usually
did, but this time she led him leisurely through some variations of the
missionary position, and when he was getting excited looking at her flush
face and her large beautiful breasts bouncing in every direction, she even
slowed things down a little to keep him from finishing.

   Then she put her arms around him and pulled him tight and rolled
sideways.  He rolled with her until she was on top of him.  She let go of
him and sat up, looking at him.  He wanted to ask her why she was crying,
but he didn't.  She leaned over him and brushed her beautiful breasts back
and forth across his chest.

   She was kneeling with one leg on either side of him, and she slowly
lifted up her rear.  He felt her tightening her inside muscles around him
as she moved up.  He was so aroused that he was trying with all his might
to keep from coming.  When his penis was nearly falling out of her, she
loosened up and slowly lowered herself until she was sitting on him again.

   She kept doing this, and each time, she increased the pace.  Eventually,
she felt like a jackhammer with her butt slamming down on him so fast that
he felt like he was being pounded into nothing before she gradually slowed
down again.

   Her face had a frenzied look as she was slamming into him, but when she
stopped, he looked up and saw she was crying again.  She leaned down and
put her mouth to his, and he felt her tongue pushing deep into him and his
face getting wet from his tears.  When she ended the kiss, both of them
were breathless.  He looked at her, but this time she avoided his eyes and
quickly lifted off of him and turned around.

   Now she was in the same position as before, with him inside of her,
except she was facing his feet, and his view was of her beautiful firm,
round rear.  He knew once he was looking at that ass moving up and down on
his penis, he wouldn't last long.  She didn't start moving it right away.
First she played with his testicles.  He felt her warm hands holding them,
manipulating them and gently moving them in various ways.  Then her rear
started going up.

   She spread her legs, so he got an amazing view as his penis disappeared
into her vagina and then reappeared again.  She had barely gotten started
before he let out a huge groan and unleashed his come inside her.  When she
heard his voice, she immediately stopped moving and sat down hard on him as
he spurted.

   She didn't move or say anything, and neither did he.  He felt himself
getting soft inside her, and she must have also, because she lifted her
butt into the air and leaned forward until her face was on the bed.  Then
with her hands, she slowly pushed herself up while still keeping her rear
in the air above his limp penis.  He watched her movements with curiosity.
Usually at this point, she was rushing to the bathroom to save the semen
for that container in the freezer.  He had forgotten about that container
until now.  He wondered if she had thrown it out.  If she hadn't, he was
going to do that as soon as she got off of him.  It bothered him to even
think about it in there.

   Then he felt a sudden sharp pain in his testicles, and he realized she
was talking to him.

   "I'm sorry about that, Jeremy," she said.  "I'll try not to do that
again.  Can you hear me, even though I'm facing away from you."

   "Yes," he said.  "What was that?"

   "You can't see it yet, but that was a slipknot attached to a thin string
that I looped around your balls when I was playing with them.  It's so thin
that you can barely see it, but it's very strong, and when I pull it like I
just did, it tightens around your sack.  Think of it like a Yo-Yo string,
and your ball sack is the Yo-Yo."

   "What are you talking about, Celia?" he said.  "Ow!"

   "Please don't try to move, Jeremy, because I don't want to hurt you,"
she said.  "Let me explain.  I'm holding the string.  If you move, it will
make me jerk it like I just did.  Now feel this.  I'm not jerking, just
slowly pulling the string up.  I can see your balls lifting up from between
your legs and your sack stretching.  Can you feel that?"

   "Yes, and it doesn't feel good," said Jeremy.  "Please stop."

   "Of course, Jeremy," said.  "I'm letting the string drop now, so you
won't even feel it's there.  I just wanted to show you what would happen if
you don't do what I tell you.  When I tell you what to do, I'll give the
string just a slight tug, like this, so you'll feel it, but it won't hurt
you.  If you still aren't doing what I tell you, I'll give a harder jerk. I
won't do that now, but you felt one before.  And if you still don't mind
me, I'll start pulling your balls away from your body like you felt just
now.

   "Your sack is very elastic, so I could really stretch it a long way, but
eventually, it will rip, and if that happens, your balls will spill right
out.  That would be too bad, Jeremy, because you won't be a lying, cheating
man anymore.  But I'm not going to do that to you unless I have to, because
I remember the good times.  You're a smart man, so I'm sure you'll
cooperate.

   "Today is the day you get your milkshake, Jeremy, and that's all the
string is for.  I want to make sure you enjoy the shake, because I put a
lot of time and effort into preparing it.

   "When you moved, I think you were looking around.  Yes, it's Violet,
Daisy and Pansy.  You know them, my best friends.  They've been filming us
from behind the lights all this time, but now they're going to be moving in
closer to get some nice close-ups of your meal."

   "Please wait, Celia," said Jeremy.  "I'm not ready for this.  You always
said you'd feed me your milkshake when I was ready.  I promise you, I'm not
ready.  I can't do it.  Can't you feel me shaking?  I'm so afraid of that
stuff that if any of it even just touched me, I think I would go to pieces,
and you'd have to call in the men in the white suits.  You always said
you'd wait until I was ready, Celia, don't you remember?"

   "Of course, I do," said Celia.  "I knew you were ready the other day
when you told me you were going to throw away your milkshake.  I couldn't
let all that work go to waste.

   "I don't think you understand the difference between ready and willing.
You are ready to eat your milkshake, but you just aren't willing.  I can't
wait until you are willing, because that could take a long time.  So you'll
enjoy your shake today because you're ready, even though you're not
willing."

   "No!  No!  Celia, please," he said loudly.  "Don't our two years
together mean anything?  How can you do this to me?  I thought you told me
once you loved me."

   "The time for talking is over, Jeremy," she said.  "I hope you enjoyed
how I made love to you just now, because it was our last time, and I wanted
it to be special for you.  And I hope you enjoyed our last kiss.  Yes, we
had some good times, and I had a fantasy that we would always be together,
but you destroyed my fantasy with that slut, so today I'm back to reality.

   "Now please don't say anything because I'm anxious to get done so we can
both move on.  Maybe we can both find true love.  After you finish your
milkshake, I promise you there will be no hard feelings on my part.  I'll
only remember the good times and always wish the best for you.

   "Before your milkshake, you're going to have a fresh appetizer.  You see
how I've got my rear up high in the air.  Right now, Violet is putting a
couple of cushions under your head to lift it off the sheets a little.  No,
don't move or I'll have to jerk the string.  That's it.  A spirit of
cooperation will help avoid any pain.

   "Now, I'm going to move back on your body until my butt is right above
your head, and now I'm slowly lowering it, and Violet is helping to
position it while Daisy and Pansy are filming.  I'm watching everything on
a monitor right in front of me, and the picture is crystal clear.  I can
even see a drop of your white cream on the tip of my hairy outer lips. 
It's just hanging there.  I'm trying to hold all your stuff inside me, but
that little bit escaped.

   "Now Violet has placed me so that drop is right in front of your mouth.
Please open your mouth and lick it up, Jeremy.  I'm waiting, Jeremy.  OK,
I'll flick the string just a little to remind you that you need to do what
I say.

   "That didn't work, so I'm sorry, I'm going to have to jerk it once.  I
know that hurt.  I could tell by your yell.  But you still aren't licking
the drop.  Here's another jerk.  I felt the tip of your tongue that time. I
think you were almost ready to do it.  I don't know why you stopped, but I
think you can now feel me gently pulling your sack.  I see your balls
between your legs moving up to me slowly.  How do you feel, Jeremy? 
They're getting higher.  You should see how the sack is stretching.  Oh, I
see from your movement that you're starting to feel uncomfortable.  I'll go
very slowly, Jeremy, and I'll stop pulling the instant I see your tongue on
the monitor and feel it licking that little drop.  Wow!  I didn't think you
could stretch that far.  Your balls are high in the air, and the membrane
below them is getting awfully thin.  I hear you panting fast.  I guess
you're worried about getting nauseous if you lick that one little drop. 
That could taste bad, so maybe you'd rather be castrated.

   "Oh, great!  That was beautiful.  Did you feel how I dropped the string
as soon as your tongue darted out and lick up that drop.  I knew you could
do it.  Now rest for a minute.  You're off to a good start on the
appetizer.

   "OK, now listen while you're recovering.  All I want you to do is what
you always do.  I'm really going to miss your magic tongue.  You know
exactly what I like -- how you lick all over the outside down to my thighs,
how you comb my pubic hair with your tongue, how you gently stick your
tongue in a little when my lips start to open, how you start lapping away
slowly at first and then keep getting faster until I burst into three or
four orgasms.  So just do what you always do.  All right, I'm ready for you
to begin.  Here's a little tug to remind you.

   "Jeremy, am I going to have to go through a long process for everything?
OK, here's a harder jerk.  Ooops!  That may have been too hard.  I'm sorry.
But you're not reacting.  Why are you putting yourself through this,
Jeremy? All right.  Have it your way.  I'm starting to pull again.

   "Oh my.  That didn't take long that time.  That's nice.  Slowly up and
down my vagina, through my hair, on my thighs, now back to the vagina.

   "You know, I never saw you do this.  I only felt it.  It's twice as
exciting to watch it on the monitor while it's happening.  I can see that
I'm starting to open up already.  OK, stop a second and try to control the
gagging.  Calm down, Jeremy.  I know you can do it without me starting to
pull again.

   "That's it.  Up and down the bright red opening.  I don't see any white
there.  Can you taste anything like that drop you ate?  Oh, look how wide I
am now, and I see another drop right at the bottom of the opening.  Lick
down there and clean that off.  There, now it's all red again.  Ooops!  A
little more white.  That's it.  Lick it up.  You know exactly what to do.

   "OK, I'm starting to feel really funny inside.  I want you to just lay
your head back on the cushions, Jeremy, and Violet is going to adjust me,
so that your head is right under me and my clitoris is just touching your
lips.  Now I want to see that tongue sticking straight up and just licking
my clitoris, slowly at first.  OK, now faster.  Oh, I'm losing control.  Oh
oh.  I just saw a huge ball of white cream flowing out of me and down your
tongue into your mouth.  Wow!  I can see why you stopped.  You're choking.
You must have deposited a lot of stuff inside me.  Yes, you better swallow
it or it will do down the wrong pipe again.  Take it easy.  No gagging. 
You can do it.  Gulp!  Gulp!  That sounds so exciting.  I can't believe how
aroused I am.

   "You seem to be recovered a little.  Time to lick the clitoris again. 
That's it.  More white is coming out, but not a huge gob like that first
one.  It's more like a little stream.  You can handle it.  Swallow and keep
licking just like that.  Oh no!  Here I go!"

   Celia began rubbing her vagina hard across Jeremy's face.  Back and
forth she went, and as more semen escaped, she rubbed it into his forehead
and cheeks and over every inch of his face.  Then she lifted up and slammed
down onto his face, pressing his head into the cushions, before she
stopped. She sat there on his face for a few minutes breathing heavily, and
then she got up and turned around.

   "Thank you, Jeremy," she said.  "I'll always remember that one, and I'm
sure I'll watch it often." She tried to sound cheerful, but he saw she was
crying again.

   Jeremy lay on the bed breathing deeply and not moving.  Celia got up and
went to the bathroom.  She came back with a warm, wet cloth and gently
cleaned all the semen off his face.

   "I hope you enjoyed the appetizer, Jeremy.  They call that cream pie. 
It's sort of like a quiche.  You don't have to do anything now but rest up
while we prepare you for the milkshake.  This won't be hard, because you're
an advanced yoga student.  Just think of it as a modified plow.

   "I'm going to get here behind your head while Daisy is lifting your feet
into the air.  I don't need to tell you that if you don't cooperate or try
to kick, I'll be tugging that string.  That's it.  You got the idea.  Now
that your ankles are in the air, Daisy is going to push them back over your
head to where I can grab them.  There, I have them.

   "Now I'm pulling them while Pansy is pushing pillows under your back for
support.  I'm bending you in an arc and pulling your feet back further
while Pansy pushes pillows.  There, we're almost in position.  Pansy,
please adjust him now.  That's it.  Just like that.

   "OK, you're ready for your treat, Jeremy.  You closed your eyes, but you
need to open them now.  That startled you, I see.  You are looking up right
at your ass, just a few inches above your head.  See if I pull your legs
apart like this, you can see right through your butt hair into your anus.

   "While I hold you open like this, Violet is pouring some lube across her
fingers and sticking a couple of them inside you.  I know you love the
feeling of my fingers in there, so you won't mind.  There, I think that's
enough lube, Violet.  Do you have the baster, Pansy?  Don't close your
eyes, Jeremy.  Look up at what we're doing, or I'll have to pull the
string.

   "See it's a clear plastic turkey baster, thick and long.  Pansy is
slowly pushing it deep inside you as far as it will go.  It looks like
you've got a lot of depth, because she got it in all the way to the bulb.
Now she's squeezing the bulb slowly and basting your insides with your own
hot semen.  Yes, it's not frozen anymore.  We heated it up in the
microwave. It's not boiling hot, but you can probably feel the heat, and
I'm sure you can smell it.  The smell is a lot stronger when it's hot.

   "Let's see how much we can get into you.  It looks like it's all going.
No, some is starting to squeeze back out the side of the baster.  You can
stop squeezing the bulb Pansy and carefully pull the baster out.

   "We're almost ready for your milkshake, Jeremy.  I see a drop already on
your little wrinkled rosebud because it couldn't close fast enough to keep
everything inside.  But you won't have to lick it up.  We're going to wipe
it clean, because that way it will look more dramatic.

   "Do you see what Daisy is pushing inside you now?  It's a bright red
rubber bulb syringe with a long snout.  The snout is going all the way in,
and now Daisy is squeezing the bulb.  Do you know what's in that bulb? 
Absolutely nothing.  Just air.  And all that air is going into your colon
now.  There, it's squeezed flat.  Now she's taking it out and letting go of
the bulb so it's filling up with air again.

   "Now back in.  Squeeze the air in slowly, Daisy, but all of it.  OK, one
more time.  Good.  I see Jeremy is starting to squirm.  One more time
should do it.  That's great.  He's really moving.

   "OK, Jeremy, I'm going to squeeze your nostrils shut now with my fingers
and put my other hand over your mouth.  Take a deep breath first and hold
it in as long as you can.  The longer you can do it, the less time you'll
feel like you're being smothered to death.  Eventually you'll start feeling
that way, but don't worry.  I won't let you pass out.

   "When my hands come away, you'll open your mouth really wide to gasp for
air.  Just a few more seconds.  I see your eyes are getting wide and you
are scared you're going to die.  Don't worry.  Let's count down from 10. 
There, now you can open wide and take some deep breaths.

   "Did you hear that?  It was like a shot.  When you became weak from lack
of air, it weakened your control of your bowels.  And when you opened your
mouth, your ass shot a huge ball of semen into it.  And now here's another
shot, and another, like a machine gun.  It's all that air inside you that's
making you fart out everything in your bowels.

   "Yes, swallow as fast as you can to keep from choking.  Don't worry
about the stuff going up your nose.  It will burn, and the smell might
nauseate you, but it's harmless.  Your mouth is so full, it's flowing out
all over your face.  Your eyes are covered and your hair is soaking with
it. And your anus is still shooting more come out.

   "Wow!  Wait until you see the video, Jeremy.  I'm making a copy for you.
Your face looks like a ball that's been dipped into melted vanilla ice
cream.  Don't worry.  You can barely see a few little streaks of chocolate.
It looks like you were pretty clean inside.

   "Do you know what they call this milkshake, Jeremy?  They call it a dirt
pipe milkshake.  It looks like your explosions have stopped, but the white
river is still flowing.  What a sight!  I think I just had another orgasm,
Jeremy."

   After that, she didn't say anything.  Jeremy didn't say anything either.
His nose was full of semen, so he had to breathe through his mouth, but
each time he opened it, more semen fell in, so the only sound was his
occasional sobbing gasps and gagging.  Semen had also flowed into his ears,
so when he heard a sound, at first he didn't know what it was.  He strained
to hear, and then he realized it was Celia sobbing.  She went on for a
while, and then the sobbing tapered off.  She bent over close to his ear
and spoke to him.  She didn't sound gleeful anymore.  She sounded gloomy.

   "We still have a lot of your come left, Jeremy," she said.  "You were
going to get seconds and maybe thirds on the milkshake, but suddenly I find
I can't go on.  I hate looking at you like this, and I hate me for doing
this.  It felt good for a while, but now it feels horrible.  I'll be right
back.  I'm going to get something to clean off your face."

   She moved his head away from the pool of semen it was lying in, and then
she gently washed off his face.  His hair was still so thick and white and
wet that it looked like someone was shampooing it with semen.  Even with
his face clean, he couldn't stop gagging and heaving from the taste and
smell in his mouth and nose.  And he couldn't stop sobbing hysterically. 
Gradually, he calmed down.

   He looked up at her, and he saw she was crying silently now.  Through
her tears, she said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, Jeremy, but all of a
sudden, I wanted to tell you again that I really enjoyed the good times
with you before you cheated and put us both in danger.  And I really did
think I loved you, although I knew better than to tell you, because I knew
you don't love anyone but yourself.

   "I don't believe what you said the other day, but for a long time, I was
hoping you would say something like that.  I was hoping that you would grow
up and be capable of loving someone else besides yourself, and that someone
else would be me.  I hope someday you will find a woman who you love enough
to be true to, and you both have a wonderful life together.  I wish you
only the best, Jeremy.  Goodbye."

   Jeremy tried to say something, but when he started to, it moved around
some semen in his mouth and nose, which made him gag and retch again. 
Celia looked at him and continued to cry for a while.  Then she got up and
walked out of the bedroom, holding onto Daisy for support.

   A second after they left the room, Violet walked to the bed, leaned over
him and slapped him violently on his right cheek.  He cried out and tried
to move away, but she pushed his hands away from his face and slapped him
hard on his left cheek.

   "I'm sorry," said Violet, "but I had to wake you up.  Daisy is keeping
Celia downstairs in the living room for a few minutes before they leave.  I
hope you are smart enough to see that she still loves you, and if you want
her, you've got to forget how you're feeling right now, forget about all
the come in your hair and forget about putting your clothes on.  You need
to run out that door and down the stairs and get on your knees and --"

   She stopped because he was already out the door and running down the
stairs with the semen in his hair flying everywhere.  She went to the door
in time to see him slip on some of the semen, fall down the last three
steps and land on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.  Then she smiled
as she saw Celia rush to him and gather him in her arms.  

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