chapter 3

I started feeling the onset of the electricity when I noticed that his pressure and pull on his stuff had increased and he was pulling very fast as his mouth hung open and guttural sounds escaped his throat.as he pulled harder the two sacks unders his stuff slapped on his thick muscular thighs, the sound making me more needy.

As the electricity hit me and I shook with it, I noticed a white gooey substance fly out of James Joystick. The force of it was so much and sharp that the first jet landed splashed all over my chest and face, some even landing on my lips, while the rest on the bathroom floor. Richie's moan was like a goat or a lamb being lead to the slaughter, his muscular body shoke and quivered as his eyes dilated from relaxation. I initially felt he was in pain until I saw the blissful expression on his face and realised that he enjoyed what he just did.

He winked and smirked at me before leaving and heading back to the living room to sit and continue watching his movie. Alone and still in the bath, I looked at the thick gooey slime that had flown out of James Joystick and something, I don’t know why kept urging me to taste it. I was initially revolted but was ultimately overcome by curiosity making me to tentatively lick my lips; scooping a tongue full into my mouth. It tasted salty and felt warm to my tongue. I then used my finger to scoop from the blobs on my breast and put the finger in my mouth.. I swirled it round in my mouth and unconsciously began scooping the remaining blobs and licking them from my fingers making sure to savour each taste before swallowing.

After consuming all the ones on my body, I looked down at the ones on the bathroom floor longingly for them but I knew that I couldn’t bring myself to scoop them up to lick. I felt sorry to see it go to waste. That was how I became hooked on male semen even without knowing the name for it or the name for where it came from. I only knew that it was a taste I would not want to stop experiencing, a taste that made my throat tingly, a taste that was a reward for the good experience I gave Richie.

We had taken the ritual to the next level by that act and from then on I would eagerly await the thick sticky substance spurting out of his Joystick to splatter on my body so that I could lick it off. i think I must have unknownly broken my hymen by this time as I had experiment with all sorts of items in my pussy in order to heighten the pleasure I was getting from my self pleasure. I had used all manner of stuff to insert into myself from my auntie’s hairbrush handle, to a used candle, to cucumbers and I even used the remote when I discovered that the further inside me an object was, the more the pleasure for me and that was all I wanted during those times.

I always did this in the bathroom or in the privacy of my store room bedroom very late at night or when I was alone at home. Richie and I stopped any pretence of ignorance like we didn't know what we were up to with each other. When we were alone we'd ignore everything and continue our daily ritual. He had progressed from just wanking and spilling cum on my body while I was bathing to feeling my buttocks and pinching my breasts whenever we were home alone. As I sat on the toilet seat, my legs spread open and I played with my pussy, he'd slowly approach me as he wanked and gently grope my breasts, he'd squeeze on them and pinch my nipples. Sometimes he'd go as far as spitting in my breasts, it felt humiliating but good. His hands were strong and hard since he worked out a lot but to me that pain was more of pleasure and I desired more of it.

One day, my aunt walked into my room and in her usual tone she spoke to me without even saying hi.

"We have a wedding to attend out of town but you won't be coming" she said.

I raised my head in shock as events were my only escape from this house "why" I ask her in a timid tome.

She looked at me with her hands folded and her eyes filled with disgusted sizing me from head to to as jf I wasn't fit to see the sunlight "poor Richie isn't feeling to well so you'll be staying to take care of him, just get him breakfast, make his bat water and do whatever he asks" she said then walked out.

'do what ever he asked' that word resounded in my ear in a pervy way. although I knew my aunt didn't mean it that way it still sat in my head like that.

Hours later after everyone had left and I was done with my house chores I went to Richie's room to check on him, he laid on the bed like a log of wood while wrapped in head Tonto with his duvet. I gently walked up to him and tapped him.

"Richie, Richie" I called out to him in a soft tone.

He gently revealed his handsome face from the blanket "where's everyone" he asked with a not so much sick but auspicious face.

"Oh they all went for the wedding" before those words could escape my mouth completely I felt his hand grab me as he pulled me on the bed and got in top of me, his grip was strong making my heart race like a million miles per hour.

Breathing heavily I asked in confusing "I thought you were ill"

A mischievous smile grew on his face "oh I'm perfectly fine baby girl" he said as he drank my appearance in with his eyes "I just needed more private time with you cause today I'm going to be teaching you a lot."