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New (Old) Material 7 - Cum, cum cum!
🕑 Added 2022-03-21 09:53:14 +0000 UTC“I think I’d better explain this,” said Jack. He was working on the apprehension that his twelve-inch tool had attracted the newcomer’s attention and wanted to use the fact to help plead his cause. The woman didn’t lower her pistol, instead keeping it held dead straight level to his chest. Her deep brown eyes locked onto his.
Slowly, almost involuntarily, they both looked downwards at once; Felicity gazed downwards to once again survey the dismorphic proportions of Jack’s cock, her eyes lighting up once again as she took in the mammoth slab of meat. Jack allowed his eyes to wander over Felicity’s spectacular frame: she had a long, elegant neck and a chiselled clavicle that led down to a pair of tits that bulged almost obscenely against the dimensions of her tight-fitting white top. He could feel himself literally salivate at the thought of tasting that pair of spectacular, busty orbs that strained against the sheer fabric. Felicity noticed his look and, without thinking, ran her free hand down the side of her boobs, all the way down her smooth sides and hooked the thumb in her white-g-string, pulling the material fractionally further down her pelvis so that he could see a tiny tuft of her neatly trimmed pussy hair. At this, Jack’s dick began to discharge a slick steam of precum from the tip of his pisshole. It slithered onto the floor in front of him.
The smouldering sexual tension didn’t go unnoticed by any of the three onlookers. Nothing happened for a moment except the cum that had been deposited upon Gemma’s tits by the man sitting on the bed slid slowly down her supple body. For the moment, she resisted the temptation to dip her hands in the sticky steams and lick it from her fingers.
“My name is Jack McLean,” began Jack. “I’m certified status 3-G by the Fifth Commune, biological implant carrier and mandated to locate and infiltrate the Ordus experimental labs to assess their refertilisation capabilities for a possible assimilation to our own repopulation programme.”
“Lies.” Responded Felicity. “A pack of lies, my huge-cocked friend. And I’ll tell you why.”
“Please do.”
“Because, Mr McLean, if that is your real name, I am certified status 5-G by the fifth Commune, meaning that if you were indeed who you claimed to be, I would have issued your orders, I would have personally surgically enhanced you and you would have immediately recognised me as your superior officer.”
At this, Jack bridled. But Felicity continued. “But being lateral thinkers, we superior officers of the fifth Commune worked on a failsafe in all our recruits, to allow for easy identification. We made a subtle remodification to the genitalia of all of our subjects that would give us control over them, should they ever rebel, revolt, or become double agents. So you see, Jack, if you were willing to undergo a short test, right here, right now, to see of you really are who you claim to be, then we can do that. Or you can die, along with you friends here.It's up to you."
“I’m disappointed that you suspect me,” said Jack, “But I’m willing to undergo any test to show you that I have the correct credentials.”
“Excellent,” said Felicity. “I can only hope that you are up to the challenge. Your friend who was holding the sword can help me with this, I feel.”
Anya looked at Felicity. “Me? What can I do?”
Felicity gestured with the gun. “Come over here, angel. I want you to stand against the wall at the opposite end of the room.”
Anya did as she was instructed.
“I’d say this room was about twenty-five feet wide, wouldn’t you?” suggested Felicity.
The three captives agreed. Sean, the man on the bed, watched the proceedings with interest and stroked his huge, blunt tool absently. He eyed Anya’s tight, lithe, muscular form as she crossed the room with no small degree of interest. Like most women with confidence, the more naked she got, the more fully clothed she seemed.
Felicity addressed Jack directly. “Let’s be frank. The genetic modifications to which you allude are scrotal and testicular implants that increase semen production. Look at your pretty friend there,” she said, indicating Gemma. Everyone in the room looked at Gemma, who would have been observed to blush deeply had her face not been currently dripping with sticky ropes of cum. As Felicity continued, a long, thread of semen dangled back and forth like a pendulum from her chin, gradually attenuating downwards between her boobs. Her tits, her belly, her thighs, her pussy and her hands also shone with the stuff. Gemma giggled like a messy child. “That’s a girl who’s been exposed to no less than twenty minutes of time alone with Sean, a subject of modification in exactly the way you claim to have been. And I know, because I designed and modified him myself. By rights, you should be able to produce just as much cum as that. Maybe even more.”
“I think you might be pleasantly surprised.” Said Jack.
“But that isn’t all. At the fifth Commune, all agents with your… qualifications… are also given a command word. A control word, if you like, which, when spoken, stimulates the subject into relinquishing their fluid. It’s a ‘quick release’ mechanism. It allows us to better control your abilities as agents and, in cases such as this, identify those that claim to be such agents.”
“You’re telling me that you can say a single word, and that word will make me cum?” asked Jack, with incredulity.
“Instantly,” assented Felicity. “Now put your arms by your sides.”
Jack did as he was told. Anya suddenly realised what her role in the test was, and shivered with expectation. Jack clenched his fists and clamped his jaw tightly shut. His dick began to visibly vibrate with the tension, the bulbous head springing up and down on the thick, veiny shaft. He hadn’t cum for hours.
“Every agent has their own code-word, operative McLean,” continued Felicity, revelling in the palpable anticipation hanging in the room. “We named then after great artists that lived centuries ago, before the apocalypse, so that they weren’t likely to come up in ordinary conversation. Now what I expect is for you to soak that girl over there from where you’re standing. Can you do that?”
Jack could no longer speak, so tense was he that Felicity would say the code-word. He didn’t know what it was himself. Anya was slightly conflicted. She knew what Jack was capable of, but at a full twenty-five feet away she couldn’t possible expect to get hit.
Could she?
Anya realised that she still had a part to play in allowing Jack to accomplish what Felicity was demanding of him. She sensed that Felicity was being playful to a degree, but Jack certainly seemed to be feeling the pressure. That was only natural, because even though Felicity had a nasty smile curling up one side of her mouth, her pistol was still pointed unerringly at Jack’s torso. Was she ready to take him out if the command word didn’t work?
Jack’s teeth were clenched shut and his whole body was tense, not to mention his dick, which had assumed a rigidity quite unlike anything it had reached before. Even from twenty-five feet away, Anya could discern huge veins the thickness of her fingers bulging and branching along the size of the disproportionate length. Anya was excessively turned on at the thought of the huge snake spurting all over her once again, and posed against the wall as sexily as she could. If anyone was going to get shot here, it was not going to be Jack, but her!
First she arched her back, fanning her long blonde tresses out behind her with her hands which had the effect of pushing her delicious tits even further outwards. Then, with her right leg perfectly straight, she rested her right arm lightly on her hip. Standing like this accentuated the awesome feminine flare of her hips into her slender waist. Her legs were long and sleek, and the deep definition of her shapely abdominal muscles, sharply etched into her taut skin by years of tough physical combat, presented the perfect complement to her luscious, protruding tits that blossomed out of her chest into two magnificent mounds. She had never looked so sexy, posing in the dim light with a sheen of sweat glinting from her golden skin. It made her body look both firm and succulent at the same time. Hundreds of years ago, models had posed in a similar way to have photographs taken of them, although no-one present in the room would have any knowledge of that.
Jack only had time to gulp at the vision in front of him before Felicity said the command word in her clipped, confident tone: “Picasso.”
At this, Jack’s entire body convulsed, and a small drip of cum leaked out of the end of his cock, dribbling onto the floor in front of him. Then nothing happened for another few seconds. There was a long, anxious moment. But this was a mere prelude to something truly spectacular. Suddenly, Jack let out a cry of mingled agony and pleasure, hands firmly held by his side. His dick visibly pistoned backwards like a piece of pneumatic machinery.
No more than another second passed, before Anya was suddenly creamed nearly from head to toe. The amazing thing was that the force of the ejaculation was so violent that the spray of cum had leapt from Jack’s dick onto Anya’s body quicker than the human eye could follow. With a resounding ‘splat!’ Jack’s cum had drawn an uninterrupted white line from just above Anya’s right shin, that ripped rapidly up her body, coating her thigh, her flat, toned belly, and splashing with almost mathematical exactitude the valley that separated her tits, the last droplets reaching nearly to her neck. Anya had been jizzed before, but had never experienced such volume so quickly. Her body felt warm and wet, almost as though she had stepped into a shower.
Everyone looked at her in astonishment. Anya’s eyes were wide open in pure delight and her mouth was hanging open in a shocked smile. She had time to exclaim, “Oh my God! Cum all over me baby, cum –“ before Jack shot his second load. She didn’t finish her sentence because the next blast of his cum hit her in the face with the same intensity as the first. It was like a hot, white, slap in the face that blasted both her eyes shut and plastered more than a few trailing strands of her hair stickily to the wall behind her. All that the other three saw was her sexy, pouting face erased in a splatter of white goo, masking her beautiful features almost completely, with the cumsoaked tresses of hair sticking to the wall behind her making her seem as though she had been pasted to it. Behind him, Jack could hear Gemma moan deeply in admiration of his abilities.
There was another beat of a couple of seconds, during which everyone could see Anya blink once or twice to allow the sticky coagulation of jizz to begin to dribble from her eyelashes. Other than that, she was a motionless, cumpainted statue. Rather than a powerful jet, the third volley of semen described a lazy arc through the air clearly visible to everyone. A more diffuse and less concentrated blast, this ended up hitting Anya on her arm and thigh, but most of it landing on the floor at her feet or the wall behind her.
Jack wasn’t nearly done yet, and Felicity seemed to know this. Before Jack could release another load across the room, she unexpectedly moved a couple of steps to her right and stood in the way of the next blast, between him and Anya.
“Picasso,” she said again.
Immediately, Jack felt his orgasm and ejaculation stop. He stopped spasming, yet could still feel an urgent build up throbbing inside him, as though all the remaining juice in his balls was being dammed up. He could feel it pooling, concentrating inside him, surging up his immense shaft, yet somehow it couldn’t escape.
“The control word works as an inhibitor as well as a release mechanism,” Felicity explained. “That isn’t to say that your ejaculation isn’t complete. On the contrary, Jack. At the moment all the semen is collecting up inside your shaft for one final amazing shot. Now,” she said, “earlier I said I’d shoot you if you didn’t cum for me. I think I’ve changed my mind. Now I’m going to shoot you if you don’t cum. All over me, that is…”
Felicity looked at Jack, pointing the gun at him. “Don’t let me down,” she said. “Picasso.”
This time to Jack it was as though he had spunked all his internal organs out through his dick, so great was the release. Upon her command, his dick released a final, towering cumblast onto the woman in front of him that his vision actually blacked out for a couple of seconds. He could see nothing as the final spasm rocked his cock.
When his eyesight actually cleared, Felicity hadn’t moved from her pose. She still stood in front of him, pointing her pistol at him exactly as she had done before. This time, however, her entire upper torso was almost completely covered in cum. Cum hung in stark white strands in her black hair, it dripped in thick tendrils from her chin and the tip of her nose, and it even dribbled in droplets off the slim barrel of her gun. Most impressively, it had saturated the thin material of her white top and plastered the skimpy garment against her monumental boobs, so that their luscious swell was even more clearly visible against the wet fabric.
Both Anya and Felicity stood for a while, neither moving. Then Jack saw a smile split the cum that hung obscenely over Felicity’s mouth, “I guess that clears that up!” she laughed. “I knew all the time that you were who you said you were, I just thought we’d have some fun testing you out!”
