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Subject: {ASSM} The Test by Rich Humus (M+/F, oral)
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Submitted for your consideration.

Codes :  M+/F, oral

The Test

By Rich Humus
richhumus@gmail.com



An experiment. A detailed, up-close and personal examination of a woman
experiencing the extreme. Punishment or pleasure? You decide.

The bolt of thick, white semen struck the woman's face just above her right
cheekbone. It split into two wet trails, one stinging wetly into her open
eye, the other draping across the bridge of her pert nose.  Just as she
reacted, a second strong jet attacked the left side of her face from
another erect phallus that was pointed ominously at her patrician features.
It hit with a wet sound and foamed into a white cloud, covering the upper
part of her left cheek and draining down across the side of her face. Her
left eye blinked.  By now, the cock at her right had recoiled and spat a
jet of sperm even larger than the first, across her face. This one covered
the upper part of her nose and trailed up and across her forehead, finally
disappearing in the thick forest of her lustrous dark hair.

Evidently deciding that the center of the attractive woman's face had been
neglected, the man directly in front of her aimed the dripping wet end of
his tightly held cock right at the middle of her gasping mouth and with a
grunt, fired two huge jets of cum into her face. She quickly closed her
mouth and swallowed the offering, sending the salty slime down to pool in
her stomach with the other half-dozen ejaculations she'd already consumed.
Before she could even open her mouth again, the eager gentleman at her
front fired another quick burst at her, covering the tip of her nose and
flowing down across her upper lip to string saucily down, almost touching
her chin.

There were still two cocks pointing at her that had not yet begun to expel
their seminal content. Rapidly fisted, one dark brown, one lighter in
complexion, they stood just inches from her darting eyes.  Her milky gaze
shifted quickly from left to right and then, just as she looked right, her
left eye was inundated with a huge splash of semen that quickly filled the
orb socket and dripped down over her cheek. She blinked in surprise, which
had the desired effect of forcing the semen that covered her eyelid to
drain directly into her eye in a salty, stinging wave.  This seemed to have
the desired effect on the watching men, as almost as one the other four
penises spat a second barrage of sperm at her, whitening her chin, both
cheeks, her wet, red lips, and covering much of her forehead and eyebrows.
One man reached in and gingerly pulled her chin down, opening her mouth and
providing a target for them.  It was obvious that a couple of them had done
this before, as they knew exactly how to rest the end of their penises on
her now-trembling lower lip and let loose stream after stream of white cum.
Her mouth quickly filled, and once again she closed her lips and gulped
down the juice.

One by one, the half-dozen men around her kneeling figure finished their
ejaculations and moved away, allowing those awaiting their turn to move up
to her. She was by no means finished, or even nearing the end of her
experience. Her husband had gone to great lengths to enlist enough clean,
discrete, virile men for this evening to be memorable enough for a
lifetime.
It had started several months earlier. An off-hand remark led to
conversation. Curiosity. Excitement, dishonestly denied. Research.
Decision. Planning. Days turned in to weeks as the battalion of men was
drafted. Each had a personal interview, a complete medical check, and was
vetted for background history. As a final hurdle, a large color photograph
was taken of each man's penis, both flaccid and erect, and the woman
herself made the final selections over the span of several evenings, photos
spread across the dining table like so many resumes, husband watching
bemusedly. It was perhaps a devilish requirement, forcing the woman to
select the group of men who would perform the task, the complete strangers
who would cum in her face.  In her past, she'd not dallied with men of
another race or culture from her own, but she was forced to view, weigh,
and select penises of the whole rainbow of colors for this event.  The pile
of photos at her side grew and grew.

She curiously studied the photos of the black men. Her women friends had
jokingly referred to 'BBC', the 'big black cock' so famously associated
with black men, but she knew that there were well-endowed men of every
race, even if the average varied. She preferred circumcised men with
well-shaped shafts, and proportioned, symmetrical heads. She easily crossed
off those with misshapen organs, organs with noticeable scarring or any
evidence of past medical oddity.  Familiar most with her own husband's not
inconsequential organ, she found herself comparing each one to her mate's.
Some were admittedly larger and more robust. As she perused the list in the
final days leading up to the evening of her experience, she was gratified,
if not somewhat proud, to determine that few of the men had a more
attractive penis than her husband. His dimensions, even now after several
decades of pairing, were robust. Nearly nine full inches long, and thicker
around than her fingertips could touch, his testicles always seemed full
and willing to be emptied in any receptive orifice, as they so often had.
His shaft was straight and smooth, unmarred by any imperfection, and his
crown, a marvelously sculpted rosy head with a seminal opening nearly
pencil-width. She'd welcomed it ravenously into every opening, coaxing
gallons of semen from it over the years. Some of that semen had flooded
three of her eggs, and their children were smart, honest, polite, and
well-mannered scions of their society and surroundings.  Exposed, if not
introduced, to sex at the earliest possible age, they'd all been fortunate
enough to learn the true meaning of sex and intimacy and the value of
relationships. Encouraged to experiment, no false modesty allowed, she was
sure they'd each enjoyed entanglements with their own as well as the
opposite sex.

Another group of six was now in place. A rainbow hue of color was presented
to her, fleshy poles of pale white, dark chocolate brown, and almost coal
black, and shades between. They were all fearsome in length and aspect,
being fisted menacingly by their owners. The circle around her seemed
poised to fire at almost any second. She twisted her head to watch,
flinging small droplets of semen around, not caring where they landed. The
white line dripping across her left cheek and bisecting her lips was tasted
and the small amount transferred to her tongue was quickly swallowed.

Suddenly, and with literally no warning, the penis to her immediate right
spat a line of white directly at the side of her face. It struck with an
audible splat and flew off, glancing off her nose and actually striking the
man across from her left in the leg. He recoiled and grunted in alarm. The
penis directly in front of her mouth reached its zenith, and two, three,
four quick gouts of white wetness smacked directly between her eyes,
splattering in every direction and adding to the glutinous mass already
nearly blinding her.  Two of the remaining cocks added their discharge to
the kneeling woman, cascading across the top of her forehead and into her
hair, down over her eyebrows and across her regal cheekbones.

By now the delicate blue of her eye shadow, so carefully applied just a few
hours earlier, was becoming diluted and merged with the semen covering her
eyelids and brows. It began drooling down the top of one cheek, a dessert
of blueberries and cream that was to be consumed by no one but her. She
raked one delicate finger down across the line and directed it into her
mouth, cleaning, if only temporarily, the wetness from that side of her
face.  It was contrasted immediately by the ocean of semen that suddenly
flew into the other side of her face, courtesy of the last man on her left.
He moved slightly, aiming the discharge at her already nearly-open mouth,
and the globs of sperm flew into the offered maw, skidding across her
tongue and spreading like white paint on a sheet of glass. She swallowed
roughly, sending the accumulated mass down her already impregnated throat.

Her husband stood watching. He noted with some amusement the sperm dripping
from the $5,000 diamond and ruby earring dangling from her left ear.  He
looked up and motioned to the young girl filming the event, and directed
her to catch the white-coated stone. She maneuvered around to place the
object in her viewfinder, nearly loosing her footing on the slippery mat,
but capturing the obscene jewelry in 4K HD color.

He thought back to the beginning of the event, a few dozen minutes earlier.
He had thought it best if she welcomed each of their guests at the door, so
he instructed her to disrobe except for gartered stockings and the 5-inch
Brian Atwood studded pumps he had bought just for this occasion. She waited
patiently, expectantly, and, truth be told, somewhat embarrassed, at the
door. Each man was greeted with a warm, open mouthed kiss and an
opportunity to evaluate her charms, be they the $12,000 breasts they were
both so proud of, the toned and firm abdomen resulting from hours of
exercise and careful diet, or the perfect half-moon buttocks, riding high
on her thighs and bisected neatly by the dark black garter straps. Each man
took the liberty afforded him, and before the first group was seated behind
her, her nipples stood out achingly to be pinched, and her perfectly shaved
vulva dripped reluctant excitement down one thigh.

After nearly an hour and forty five minutes of carefully spaced arrivals,
the woman was at a fever pitch merely from the attention paid her by the
male guests, each one handsome and charming in his own way, each one
carefully selected for their potential, and each one knowing exactly what
she was about to undergo. That, perhaps, was the most subconsciously
thrilling and nerve-exciting part of the entire greeting - she knew, and
they knew, that before the evening was over, the tall, attractive, sexy
woman welcoming them into her home with a somewhat languid kiss would be
covered from head to foot in their semen.

Another group of men surrounded her. This was a special group.  Their
obsidian shafts shone in the bright light, lightly covered with a warming
oil and masturbated smoothly and powerfully by the strongly muscled arms of
their owners. Each dark head was arranged in a tight semi-circle around her
face, their tips no more than a foot from the woman's dripping face. She
looked up at the man directly ahead of her, in awe and desire, and fear and
supplication. She opened her mouth slowly, swallowing the pooled liquid
from her previous encounters, and showing the man her broad, pink tongue,
flattened in her mouth. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, the
semen trapped below her eyelids sending a searing, white-hot pain through
her brain that was dreaded, yet welcomed for its release.

The man in front of her directed the large, plum-colored head of his
erupting penis to within an inch of her still red-wet lips and ejected a
thick stream of warm semen. It bounced off the roof of her mouth and
collected in a deep pool across her flattened tongue. The taste was
electric to her, sharp, salty, earthy, almost sweet. She said a silent
prayer in thanks for the small favor done her by her husband, instructing
the men that their diet must not, under any circumstances, contain items
known to leave a foul taste in the semen, and advising them to refrain from
alcohol and tobacco for a week before the event. The man pulsed several
more huge gouts of spermatic fluid into her oral opening, flooding her
mouth and her taste buds with the musk. He was replaced by another, who
quickly shot three sharp, fast, rocketing jets of semen that splashed into
the pool already swimming in her mouth, splashing the hot liquid across her
perfect white teeth.  He placed the tip of his penis on her bottom lip and
slowly forced the remaining liquid in his system out, drooling it down to
run between her lip and lower gum line. When he finished, gasping in
pleasure, he bent down to kiss the very top of her head, which made her
smile inside.

Each of the next four men followed a similar pattern - the complete
ejaculations of all six men was deposited in her rapidly filling mouth, and
she found herself needing to thrust her chin forward and yawn her jaw open
as far as possible to make room as the semen built up. Its combined aromas
permeated up through her sinuses, the tart acridness causing a slight tear
to appear at the corner of one spermy eye. When they were finished, they
all stood around her, watching. Waiting.

She blinked her eyes open through the white film covering them, and looked
through the creamy fog at each one of them, her eyes smarting and stinging
in their salty bath, until she could wait no longer. She dipped her head
slightly forward, adjusted her jaw, and gulped down the entire mouthful of
gluey substance, shuddering with a mixture of revulsion and pride.  As she
felt the clog slide down her throat, she reached down with one free hand
and cruelly pinched the engorged head of her clitoris, causing a spasm to
run through her frame.  She leaned forwards and cleaned each of the men's
penises, then sat back on her heels and awaited the next group.

Her face was shiny and seemed coated now not in white lines of sperm, but
broad sheets of it, still warm in the lights, drying slightly. She could
feel it crinkle and crackle in spots but knew that would not be for long.
She was right.  The next group of men stepped forwards, ready, after
watching the woman for almost a half hour. Their excitement at a peak, they
wordlessly circled her as before and randomly released their pent up
tension. Two cocks at once spat at her temple, soaking into her hair,
clogging it like white shampoo, the dregs sliding down in front of her ears
and causing the tiny tendrils of hair there to soak it up. Another blasted
across her lips, causing some sperm to bounce up into her nose, until she
breathed heavily out of her nostrils and expelled it, to drip over her
upper lip and down across her chin. Her eyes, just so recently almost
cleaned of the stinging semen, again were targeted by the men, and once
again she found herself almost enjoying the sharp, white-hot pain.
Blinking open and closed, she forced herself to accept the salty solution
washing across her eyeballs in abundance.

The next six followed their predecessors lead, and within minutes, her
features were once again drenched in the outpouring of the pairs of large
and robust testicles. Every square inch of her flawless skin seemed covered
in the white, waxy substance, from her forehead to her chin. It flowed down
over her model's cheekbones and dripped from her nose and upper lip. She
let her tongue roam out and collect what was in reach, marveling again at
the varied sub-tastes and textures of the semen as it passed across her
tongue and slid down her throat like the rest.

She zoned for a moment in the heady eroticism of the event, but then
refocused on the six large, pink barrels aimed at her. This time she vowed
to watch. It was an interesting exercise, focusing intently on the head of
each slightly wavering penis, waiting for the inevitable pout of the tiny
hole and the explosion of white out of it, flying across the few inches of
space between it and her face, feeling it hit wetly, sometimes with an
audible smack, draping across her eyebrows and cheeks and chin. She loved
watching it happen.  When young, she'd always heard, or been told, it was
ugly, gross  and disgusting. But in opposition to most of her friends, she
never held that prejudice. As far as she was concerned, the explosion of
semen out of an aroused and quivering penis was not only beautiful, but
something to be cherished, to be encouraged, to be welcomed. It proved life
went on. It proved her attractiveness, her worth, even. She knew the
feminist swill, and rejected it totally. Yes, she was smart, and talented
and a worthwhile person in her own right, regardless of gender. But if she
couldn't make a man's penis erupt, she had failed in her evolutionary job.
She watched as one large, round frenulum in front of her spat white in
short, staccato bursts across her left cheek, landing white on her frosted
features. Another, slightly smaller, but well formed penis to her right
threw out one long, hot streamer that seemed to stretch between it and her
face for a long moment before falling wetly across her chin.

She realized that her breasts, the full 34D monumental treasures, were
proudly standing erect on her chest, runnels of semen flowing down over
them like streams of rushing water off a mountain peak. Her nipples dripped
sperm onto her thighs. She rubbed one erect nubbin, the feelings of
pleasure flowing through her, knocking back the sting of the eyeballs full
of salty cum for a moment.

There was little, if any, untouched area on her face. The sheen of wet and
liquid semen flowed over much of it like warm snow over a field. Her
forehead had been streaked several times with lines straight across it, so
that they dripped and drooled down like the brim of a hat. Lines of hot
white bisected her dark, arched eyebrows. Both eyelids were plated with
semen and the sheer amount of it that had been absorbed into her eyes made
them red and weepy already. What looked like white tears cried from the
corner of each and the blue of her eye makeup was now running from both
eyes in small rivulets of aqua and white. Her patrician cheekbones, rouged
and blushed with care earlier, bore the results of several testicles-worth
of semen, blotched and spotted across their width. Even her ears had been
hit with semen, and the ruby earring still dripped with spend.

Her nose had small trails of semen running down off each side, like ski
runs on a ridge. Her breath bubbled sperm from one nostril as it slowly
leaked out and across her upper lip. Both lips were shining in liquid, the
red of her carefully applied lipstick was beginning to smear just the
smallest amount, denying Helena Rubenstein's claims. Her chin dripped
several icicles off, the semen falling unimpeded between her glorious
breasts to drip and slide down to the cleft between her legs. She peeked
down, and was amused to find her clitoral hood completely submerged in
semen.

Another group of men, pent-up desire evident on their eager faces, stepped
up, this time in single file. It was another round of swallowing, she
realized. The first man, a well formed frenulum in his fist, aimed at the
attractive patrician face. She opened her mouth in supplication, a little
bird waiting for food. The first rope skittered into her mouth, glancing
off her bottom lip and leaving a small drip to slide down her chin. The man
shivered and grunted again, and a second, larger rope of wet liquid pulsed
into the dark opening. She opened her mouth wider and tilted her head back,
maximizing the opening available, and moving the small pool of semen to the
back of her mouth. Again, and then again, the first penis spat long white
streams of hot semen. The tart, salty taste inflamed her taste buds and
permeated her senses. The second penis came into view, and then came into
her mouth. This one shot not streams, but one long, unbroken burble and
mass of sperm, like a sudden leak in a yoghurt tube. It was thick and
gelatinous, heavy on her tongue, and she found it possible to press it up
into the roof of her mouth and rub it along the gumline of her upper jaw
with her tongue.

The third and fourth man came almost simultaneously, both aiming their
streams directly into the welcoming maw. The hot semen splashed audibly
into the growing pool on her tongue, and now the mass was a mix of almost
clear liquid and heavier, white globs of concentrated sperm. She spun it
with her tongue, adding the saliva from her overstimulated glands to the
heady mixture.  The last man added his contribution to the almost
overflowing lake with a satisfied grunt and a groan of release. She waited
until all the men had shaken and dribbled their last amounts into her,
before she closed her lips around the captured essence. She blinked at the
men as her mind processed the preceeding few seconds. Her stomach rumbled a
bit. Her gut was not a stranger to semen by any means, but in the volume
recently swallowed it was completely unfamiliar. Quick mental calculations
estimated that of the over fifty emissions so far, at least thirty had been
swallowed. At a teaspoon each, conservatively, there was probably close to
six ounces of semen in her belly. Nearly a cup, easily. She tried to
picture a cup measure of sperm pooling in her stomach, and found her erotic
senses overwhelmed by the idea.

She had little time to muse however, as her gulping was recorded by the
young girl with the video equipment and she once again became the target
for the next group of men. She tried to see out of her clouded eyes, and
found that the stinging sensation was actually beginning to lessen. She
wasn't exactly sure how far along she was, since the men were allowed, in
fact encouraged, to partake as often as they were able. She was confident
that  pharmaceutical assistance was present, as well.  Splats of wet semen
continued to rain down on her features, the new spending displacing the
older, drying evidence. There was now no spot from her neck upwards that
was not covered to some degree. Both eyes, her ears, cheeks, chin and lips
simply glazed over. She tilted her head back and took a deep breath through
her mouth. The cloying taste of the semen, even though swallowed, was still
filling her senses like a dense cloud. She smelled it, she tasted it, she
felt it. And, she heard it. She heard the missiles of white hit her skin
like little darts, squelching and splatting, noises like small eruptions of
the hot, multicolored chemical pools at Yellowstone.

During a short interval between dousings, she used her fingertips to spread
the moisture over her face like a beauty regimen, only this cream was not a
$250 per ounce department store foible, but a natural, organic, no-cost
emolument. It felt warm, and slippery, almost greasy. It was smooth though,
smoother than anything she'd ever put on her skin. She thought briefly of
the millions, nay billions of small, invisible sperm cells working their
way into her skin, unmindful of their misplaced destiny. Among the smallest
cells in humanity, none would find an egg today. Neither would they be
expelled out through her canal like so much waste. They would instead be
absorbed, becoming a part of her structure forever.

Another group of six decorated her, four black and two white. Then a group
of all white men, then a mixed group. Hispanics were well represented, she
thought, but their own dark but not black penises were often hard to pick
out from the rest. No matter. A penis was a penis, she thought, and it had
expelled semen forcefully in her direction, no matter what color, size or
shape. Even through her clouded eyes, she thought that she could tell.  She
sat back on her heels, putting her hands in her lap, feeling the wet skin
that was in evidence from her crotch to her collarbone. She wanted
desperately to reach down there, to give herself some pleasure, but she
knew that was not the point.

The line of men dwindled, after some time. She lost track of how many
ejaculations had been directed her way, but knew it was many dozens. Semen
dribbled and drooled down her torso in large wet runways. Her face had
become so inundated that additional streams of semen made almost no
impression, there was so much already coating her features. Her head tilted
back, she submissively offered herself to them for their release and
enjoyment. Over and over she felt the white liquid being pushed at her, and
her senses magnified the sounds and smells of it. It seemed her brain was
soaked, just as much as her exterior. She could not breathe without
smelling it, the sharp, bleachy smell attacked her nose. She could not
swallow without tasting it, raw, eggy, salty. Her stomach almost rebelled
at the onslaught but she willed it to calm.  It's mostly water, she kept
telling herself. It's mostly water.

Finally, there were only two men left. Each stood to her side, masturbating
fiercely, as if to race to the finish line and see who came first. It was a
dead heat, but one man did spew his contents just slightly ahead of the
other. The rockets struck the sides of her face and slid down across glazed
cheeks and dripped from her jaw. A stream from one of the men slid across
her open lips, dripping into her mouth one last time. She licked her lip
and gathered the semen in, letting it slide onto her tongue and then
slowly, as if to savor the last swallow of a fine wine, let it slide into
her throat and down to her stomach.

She bowed her head, letting semen drip from it onto her thighs. After a few
long moments, she blinked and looked up. Most of the men were gone, the
last of them exiting through the very door she'd welcomed them through, oh,
how long ago was that?  Only the young girl remained, filming still. She
moved the camera from side to side and up and down, capturing for eternity
every single drip and drop and splatter of semen covering the subject of
her documentary. She held it close, so close that one could see the very
fine hairs on the woman's cheekbones, covered in so much white like
Christmas decoration tinsel.

The woman spoke for the first time in hours.

"That...was...incredible..." she breathed, drawing the pause between each
word out. "How many...?"

A deep voice responded after several seconds.

"Two hundred and twenty six."

"I'd like a drink of water."

"Certainly, dear."  Her husband bent down and helped her stand on wobbly
feet. "It's the least I can do."

The pair walked hand in hand to the long table set up at one side of the
large room.

"Kenneth?"

"Yes?"

"Did it really happen? This is not just a dream?"

"What do you think?"

She thought for a long time. "I told you I could do it. You didn't believe
me."

"I admit I'm impressed. You look stunning, by the way. Absolutely drenched
in spunk. How's your tummy?"

"Full. Queasy, a bit. It wasn't bad. I've had worse."

He leaned in to kiss her, oblivious of the wetness on her lips. She looked
up at him with a wry smile.
"I need to be fucked. Fucked hard, and fucked now."

"I thought you'd never ask." He took her hand and led her upstairs to their
room, and he did just that.


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