Captain Orgasmo: Erotic Beginnings - Chapter 1
He released his load and found himself drenched in thick, gluey semen from head to toe. Stream after stream, the cum had splattered from the tip of his penis with each ripple of his orgasm. It splashed him straight in the face at a speed that made him believe it could've flown much farther.
When his cock finally stopped oozing out, he opened his mouth to catch a breath after the intense orgasm, only to have it filled with his own cum. He could taste the salty gunk as it trickled down onto his tongue. His eyes and nostrils were plastered shut, and he wiped his face to clear his eyelids. The semen on his eyelids was quickly replaced with the cum dripping down from his forehead.
"This is all Professor Buster's damn fault," he sighed miserably, drenched in his own cum. He knew better than to release his seed in such a manner; he'd have to pray extra hard for forgiveness.
Skeeter never had much experience with sex, whether alone or with someone else. His parents taught the boy to be a good Christian boy, emphasizing that releasing semen outside of wedlock was forbidden. The taboo essentialy shaped Skeeter's perspective on the natural fluid. Furthermore, he'd have headaches every night and found the smell of his bed sheets disgusting. At first, his mother took care of the problem. But as things worsened, his bedding was replaced with rubber sheets and he was kept awake by a snorkel. Skeeter always assumed it was his pee soaking the sheets, so his parents never took him to a doctor. They taught Skeeter to keep the issue a secret, considering it humiliating.
Fast forward to his coming of age and his inevitable move to college. There, Skeeter's dilemma became more difficult to hide.
Apple, a sweet and intellectual girl from the same church as Skeeter, was a long-time friend. She'd always been kind and supportive toward him and he loved her for that. Skeeter had always admired her — initially attracted to her kind spirit and later, her modesty. Apple, like Skeeter, considered her virginity an invaluable treasure and wanted to marry him someday. Skeeter wholeheartedly agreed; she was everything he could possibly desire. Thanks to her conservative dressing, Skeeter had no unchaste thoughts about her.
That day, while waiting for Apple outside her yoga class, his wandering eyes fell upon a perceived holy sight. To his immense shock, however, he wasn't gazing upon two cheeks crammed against the back of a soft-looking yoga shirt, but a pair of tight yoga pants, sprouting plump cheeks squashed by the fabric. Apple's cute buttocks proudly showed off their roundness as they bounced against her plump thighs. Skeeter, momentarily surrendering to temptation, imagined how tender they'd feel in his palms should he tear the pants apart to lay eyes on her lovely brown flesh. Underneath, Skeeter imagined what lay between the soft, supple cheeks.
Apple noticed Skeeter looking at her and called his name. "Skeeter! Are you there?" she asked. He snapped out of his trance.
"Yes, Apple! I'm ready!" he said, keenly aware of the nature of his reverie and the betrayal to God.
"Cool, let's head to the biology lab." she said and led the way cheerfully while discussing lies that might come from the class later that day. He mindlessly nodded in agreement as his eyes lingered on Apple's captivating derriere to which his hands now itched to apply his grip on, the more he thought of such carnal pleasures.
"You know what?" she suddenly asked. "I bet they'll make us learn about evolution."
"I hope not," he said as if his thoughts were focused on that instead. In truth, he found his eyes fixated on the thought of peeling her pants back to see the very place he'd developed an inappropriate fascination for, while praying for the beast to go away. "The world is filled with lies, and it's to test if we can remain on the path of truth."
Skeeter's prayers were granted, and he felt the tension in his undergarments subside. He exhaled in relief and gazed down to see if it was gone, but Apple's backside caught his eye as he lowered his gaze. The monster was back to full force. It wasn't only the bouncing of her bottom in those tight, skinny pants, but the trembling wiggles that ran through each chunky cheek that were arousing for him. He peered at the foot-long pole straining in his pants and thought about how flawlessly it would fit between those luscious cushions of her behind. He considered asking Apple to help him conceal the embarrassment of his huge erect manhood between the warmth of her buttocks, where no one could see it. Indeed, they were so large and pressed so tightly together that he was convinced even his giant cock could be hidden there. Once it was there, he could rub it gently between those two beauties until it disappeared. He pondered the dimpled mounds he noticed when Apple bent over to pick up a dropped pen and if perhaps the beast could fit in there as well.
Despite Skeeter's limited understanding of his own anatomy, he knew even less about Apple's. His parents didn't allow him to attend health classes or sex ed, and he never dared to search for it in books or online.
When they passed through the doors of the significant auditorium-style lecture hall and Apple turned around to inquire where he'd like to sit, his trance was shattered. "Where do you think we should-," her voice faltered, and Apple yelled out in horror. "Oh my!" she shrieked. Skeeter shuddered in dismay as he saw with trepidation that her eyes were locked on his trousers. His heart raced as he saw a wet spot appearing on his trousers. With growing dread, he realized that the beast had begun exuding liquids from its tip, soaking straight through his underwear and trousers. The dampness clung to the form of the rigid member and made the fabric translucent, exposing the entirety of its tumescent form for everyone to see. For the first time, he took in every detail of the swollen knob, and Apple witnessed it as well.
He looked up to the taken-aback, red-blushing expression on Apple's face and indulged in the thought of asking her if she had any hiding spots. However, it was too late. He heard laughter erupting from all around the classroom as the other students noticed the tent. Women chuckled and pointed, while men guffawed and pointed. Apple's scream had brought them to the scene of the spectacle. Praying for the beast to fade away, Skeeter felt his monster throb in the wet trousers and experienced a surge of clear liquid dribbling through the fabric.
"Enough, enough!!!" came a deep, feminine voice from the front of the classroom. The room fell silent. "What's all this commotion?" questioned their educator. Skeeter turned his head to glimpse the shapely black woman with long, tight curls, commanding everyone's attention. Her gaze met his troubled one and fell upon his oversized erection protruding from his clinging wet shorts. "Oh, I see," she whispered.
"I'm so sorry, professor," muttered Skeeter, horrified as his visible cock pulsed, sending another wave of clear liquid through the fabric. The fabric stretched thinly, leaving his pulsating member exposed for all to observe.
"I don't think so, young man. This is precum." she declared confidently.
"Pre-what?" Skeeter inquired, stunned.
"Surely you're aware of what precum is? It's a substance secreted by the penis during arousal" she reprimanded him.
"I've never heard of it." Skeeter admitted.
"Really? Not even when you masturbated?" questioned Apple.
"Never." Apple piped in, still staring at the behemoth.
"Hmm." The professor sounded amused. "Your first reaction was to seek out a place to hide your exciting member in Ms. Sweetbottom's embrace, which she denied. It's already too late for that," the professor directed a disapproving gaze toward Apple. "Now, Mr. Cummings, you and Ms. Sweetbottom, kindly exit the room and handle this situation before returning."
"Handle this situation?" Skeeter inquired.
"Assist him?" queried Apple.
"You mean help him?" the professor clarified.
"I've never done anything like that!" blushed Apple in response, still preoccupied with the beast.
"Indeed." she noted, suppressing a smile. "You and Ms. Sweetbottom are excused from the class."
"Excused?" asked Skeeter, bewildered.
"You need to take care of this raging monster of his," the professor outlined.
"Take care of it?" Skeeter inquired, puzzled.
"Help him," clarified Apple.
"Alright, Cummings, you handle it yourself then."
"I've never done it before."
"Good lord!" The professor exclaimed. "That's why this mess is happening. Do you have any idea how dangerous that can be for your health?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
She placed her hand just below his stomach. "Well, it seems I'm right. Do you urinate frequently?" She asked sharply. He nodded in confirmation. "Okay, class. This is a serious health issue and a major distraction. We can't move forward until we deal with it. I can't have my biology students being so uneducated about their own bodies."
The class watched in shock as Skeeter's giant member continued to ooze precum.
"All right," The professor continued. "Time for introductions. I'm Professor Buster, and I specialize in sexual biology. The symptoms Mr. Cummings is experiencing are normal, especially for someone in a sexually repressed state. The male reproductive system is constantly producing sperm and semen, and if not expelled through ejaculation, it can lead to prostate problems. Right now, Mr. Cummings is dealing with an enlarged prostate because of the lack of release. Now, since I figure you all need to be aware of this process, I'll show you. If Mr. Cummings is comfortable with me doing it, I'd be more than happy to assist."
Skeeter was unsure.
"Don't worry, Mr. Cummings. This is a completely normal, medical procedure."
"But-"
"This is necessary, I promise you. In fact, I'd like to collect a sample if that's okay with you."
Skeeter didn't know what to dobut nodded reluctantly. He wanted the whole situation to end as soon as possible.
"Fantastic," Professor Buster beamed. "If anyone feels uncomfortable watching this procedure, you're welcome to leave the room now. The rest of you as well, feel free to participate as well."
She turned to Apple. "Now, Mr. Cummings, I've got options: I can perform the procedure for you, or I can show you how to do it yourself. Alternatively, Ms. Sweetbottom could be a big help.
Professor Buster looked to Apple with anticipation. "Uh, I-I...This is a medical procedure, right?" She asked, uncertain.
"Absolutely, Ms. Sweetbottom," the professor nodded. "Skeeter needs help. Are you willing to assist?"
"Anything for Skeeter." Apple smiled encouragingly at him. He returned the gesture.
"Superb! Stand up, Mr. Cummings, and Ms. Sweetbottom, take a knee. You're face-to-face with his massive member, so...lower his shorts and underwear."
Apple's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the enormous penis before her. She obeyed, pulling the fabric soaked in Skeeter's pre-cum down along with the monster. At first the penis was pulled down with the clothes, but as it lowered further, the beast popped out from its hiding place and slammed against Apple's face, covering her face with a generous amount of precum.
"Holy moly," Professor Buster mused. "Some impressive anatomy there, Mr. Cummings. Now, Ms. Sweetbottom, grasp the base and begin stroking."
Apple blinked in sheer amazement as she touched the huge penis. She gazed into its eyes as she hesitated to touch it but eventually did. She stroked it shhldaucou a bit nervously at first but began to get more comfortable. Skeeter moaned in response.
"Is this okay for you?" Apple asked, to which Skeeter nodded. "Then I'll continue stroking."
"Is this okay for you, Skeeter?" He confirmed.
"Perfectly," Apple smiled, continuing to stroke the beast.
"Amazing," someone in the audience exclaimed.
"You there, focus!" Professor Buster snapped. "Now, Apple, grip Mr. Cummings's penis at the base and stroke up and down."
Apple stared at the monster, holding it firmly. It shuddered at her touch and more precum oozed out the tip. Apple looked up at Skeeter and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, but I’m a bit concerned about the mess," Skeeter answered, looking back at Apple. "And I didn’t expect you to-"
"It's fine," Apple interrupted, continuing to run her hand along the massive shaft. "It doesn't bother me."
Apple stroked the penis, her eyes wide with amazement as the pre-cum kept leaking from the tip. Skeeter moaned in response, her tongue reaching just beneath the tip to taste the precum. "Oh, that tastes good," she praised, so proud of her actions. "Would you like more?" she asked.
Skeeter moaned in response, "Maybe a bit." Apple grasped the base and started stroking with one hand while greedily licking along his length, drawing more precum from the tip. "Uh, this is wonderful," he moaned, his entire body quivering. "I need a break for a moment," he confessed.
She stroked just a little harder, drawing yet another wave of precum from the monster then cupped the liquid in her hand to prevent it from spilling. She gazed at the precum in her hand, licked her lips thinking of what to do next when Skeeter interrupted, "Where do you think you're going?"
Apple looked back up at him, "With your precum."
"Uh, yeah," he muttered awkwardly. "I just...need some time."
"So, it really is your precum, right?" Apple inquired. "Give me your finger, please," she added, but Skeeter couldn't help but stare at her, unwilling to obey. "I just want to make sure," she explained.
He hesitated for a moment before sticking his fingers into the wetness. "Yeah, it’s mine."
Apple used her spit to lubricate his fingers, running her tongue over them repeatedly. "Uh, so it is," she said, bringing his fingers to her mouth. "In that case, I'd like to taste your juices," she cooed, licking the pre-cum off his fingers. "It's delicious." She tasted some more, "I want all of it." She nodded, quantity being unimportant, departing to give Skeeter a break. "I'll take my time."
Skeeter smiled, relieved. "Ready now?"
"I'm all set." Apple nodded, standing and bravely moving to return to her place among her peers. "I'll be back in a minute," she smiled to Skeeter, meeting the professor's gaze as she departed.
"Feel free to use your mouth, Ms. Sweetbottom," instructed their instructor, mentioning the pleasure that oral stimulation can bring for both parties.
Immediately, Apple did not hesitate and enveloped Skeeter's member with her lips, using her tongue to lick his sensitive titillated head. "Oh Apple," sighed Skeeter, as she continued to move her head up and down his shaft.
The professor then addressed the class, "Everyone observe Ms. Sweetbottom's technique and feel free to try it out on your partner." He motioned to the audience, and Apple's performance displayed a sight many young men had only dreamed of witnessing. Each male student in the lecture hall seemed eager, standing up to either pleasure their own genitalia, help a friend, or even get their turn with Apple.
As Apple's mouth explored further down Skeeter's shaft, he couldn't help but be enthralled with her skill and how incredible it felt. Looking down, he appreciated the woman below him: her gorgeous dark curly hair, delicate features, and beautiful green eyes. He could not help but be mesmerized by her gaze, and she reciprocated, pressing her lips back onto his erect member.
However, Skeeter's pleasurable sensations intensified to a point of no return, making him moan loudly. As his orgasm surged through his body, he felt strong power emanate from the base of his cock to his anus. Before he could gather his wits, a load of sperm erupted from his manhood. Apple felt the surge too, and her facial expression showcased her delight as she drew back to allow an empty beaker to take its place. Skeeter's sperm gushed into the cup, filling it up.
The professor quickly imparted some instructions, as the class watched on. "Don't be afraid to swallow, dear." Skeeter spoke encouragingly to Apple, who did as she was told and gobbling down the sticky white liquid while smiling, a small amount of semen remaining by her sexy lips.
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One by one, the boys echoed Skeeter's orgasm, gushing all over their desks, each other, and their partners. "Fantastic!" replied the professor as he observed and collected every man's semen, not forgetting to express his awe at the fluid's combination of the clear, thick, cloudy, and white viscous nature.
After the boys, it was time for the girls to show their sexual prowess. "Ladies, up on your kneess," Professor Buster spoke, directing each of them to bend on both knee with their backs facing the male students. Apple, still nude from the waist down, was told to take a seat and raise her legs on two chairs. Professor Buster shared some last encouragements, instructing the boys to spread Apple's vulva to display her wet lips for the class to observe and explore.
Professor Buster concluded with a demonstration. She explained, "Further down is the vagina." She ran her index finger down the middle of Apple's damp pussy, "It may look tight, but with some gentle persuasion" she said, stroking a second finger into a circular motion near the opening, "it can become rather accommodating." She inserted the tip of her finger into Apple, who responded with a gasp. She drew her finger away, showing that Apple's entrance had widened slightly.
"Let me show you how to use the vagina later. For now, start licking the labia."
Professor Buster pushed Skeeter back towards Apple, placing his face over her wet pussy. He inhaled her alluring scent while Apple bit her lip in anticipation, watching him intently. "Is this okay?" he inquired, and she nodded hesitantly.
Skeeter thrust his tongue in, starting at the vaginal entrance and proceeding up to Apple's clit, only to stop just short of reaching it. Apple moaned loudly.
"It's crucial that you listen to your partner's reaction to discover what they enjoy," the professor instructed. "Be imaginative, but stick with what works."
Skeeter repeated the stroke several times and then gently brushed his tongue back and forth against Apple's folds, licking the labia as he moved.
On his fifth attempt, he noticed Apple's vagina had expanded, allowing the tip of his tongue to slip inside her. He tried to explore the depths of her pussy, swirling his tongue and stimulating the walls.
The room resonated with an orchestra of feminine moans. "Well done," said their teacher proudly, "Now let's lick the clits."
Apple spread her lips and welcomed Skeeter with a cheeky smile. He licked his way towards her clit, lapping up a sticky glob of pussy juice on his tongue. He approached the sensitive nub and teased it with the tip of his tongue, circling it. When Apple began to tremble, he greedily devoured it, relishing the sweet and savory taste.
"Remember to be exploratory," the professor advised, "and ladies, express your enjoyment by touching your partner's head."
Skeeter experimented with various motions, finally settling on a back-and-forth lick before resuming his original task. Apple wrapped her hand around his head, vigorously running her fingers through his hair while he tended to her pleasure.
"Try using a finger inside the vagina if your partner permits it," the professor suggested.
Skeeter withdrew his tongue and inserted a finger into Apple. He discovered she was warm and wet, then marveled at the walls of her pussy squeezing his fingers. She groaned loudly. He pulled his finger away, exasperated by the firmness preventing his exit. Moments from completely retrieving his finger, he gave it another try, "Ah, ah, ah!" Skeeter engaged in this manner, periodically entering and withdrawing, all the while continuing to lap Apple's clit.
"Put your palms upward and leave the finger in place. Feel for the G-spot, which should feel slightly protruding. If she enjoys it, continue such motions."
Skeeter changed his position and detected a raised area at the interior of Apple's hole. He gently caressed it with his fingertip, and she squirmed and moaned, "yes!"
Skeeter maintained this movement while stroking her, his hand barely leaving her as she clung to his head in excitement. He sensed her approaching climax, her hips thrusting forward and back while thrusting her legs wide, causing her thighs to tense. She suddenly stiffened, tilted her head back, and emitted a loud moan. Her pussy gripped his hand tightly, expelling a surge of viscous fluid which drenched his hand. Skeeter, who kissed her gently and softly whispered a question, "What do I need to do now?"
"It's not enough," Apple replied, "I haven't yet committed the ultimate sin."
"What do you mean?" Skeeter was puzzled.
"You must ejaculate inside me, or it's still a sin." As she gazed down at his erection and her juicy pussy, Skeeter understood what she was asking.
"Alright Apple, if that's what you prefer." With the raspy sounds of the other students fading away, Skeeter stood up and locked his lips with Apple's. As the head of his enormous dick brushed against her clitoris, he rocked his hips around, letting the pre-cum dribbling head rub against it.
Apple locked lips with Skeeter and pushed his tip down, inching it closer to her vagina. "Take it slowly, please?" She inquired softly. Skeeter obliged with a nod.
With great effort, Skeeter started to ease his massive cockhead further into her tight pussy. Groans of pleasure escaped her, replaced by gasps and moans as he wrestled to fit his bulging ridge within her.
The room fell silent as their classmates realized what they were watching.
Apple and Skeeter's eyes bulged as his cock entered her wet pussy. Once he experienced the ultimate feeling of her tight, steaming core, instinct took over and he clenched her fiercely. "Oh, skeet!" Apple moaned with the full force of his thrust, burying himself as deep as he could.
"Is that fine?" Skeeter inquired, his cock withdrawing then thrusting forcefully inside her pussy once more.
"Yes!" Apple exclaimed, "You feel so amazing!" She pulled him even deeper into her, driving him past the point of complete surrender. "Oh please, allow me to be filled with your essence."
Skeeter's colossal cock was close to being unleashed from its virginal restraint, but the intensity of the moment overcame him, and he began to pump out his load into her. After the second eruption spurted forth, a third emerged in a torrent, like an intense geyser. Dr. Buster collected the ejaculate with a petri dish and offered a pleased nod. Skeeter kissed Apple tenderly as he went limp inside of her.
"You could be great in this field, Mr. Cummings." Dr. Buster spoke, "I've done research on the potential uses of human sperm, but I have never known a subject capable of generating this much... practical." His offer came without prompt.
In a daze, Skeet agreed. "I... I'll work as your assistant this semester, to meet my lab credit obligations." This decision set the stage for a journey of the sensual, bringing him to the unexpected destiny of... Captain Orgasmo: Cum Hero. However, for now, his seminal floodgates broke and Skeet found himself that night replaying the day's events, with his hands covered in his own juices. He licked and swallowed his own cum, discovering it tasted surprisingly good and knelt down to pray. He didn't know he'd be part of a greater plan.
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