My old friend from Messenger

There may be people who no longer remember it, but before we had a wide range of instant messaging applications at our fingertips with which we could communicate with our friends, family or, quite simply, with strangers, there was no other way to do so than with a phone call or a physical presence. Everything was more complicated and rudimentary, whether for domestic matters, academic matters, in the workplace or in social relationships. You had to work harder in every area of life. There was no such feeling of immediacy that we have all become accustomed to today.

Luckily, one day, a bespectacled man working in Silicon Valley developed a computer tool that opened up a world of possibilities for an entire generation. That program was called Messenger .

And there really isn't much difference with any of the instant messaging apps available today, but… oh my! In the early 2000s, the smartphone hadn't been invented and, therefore, Messenger had to be used in front of a computer screen. So, if you wanted to chat with someone, you had to do it from your own home or, failing that, from an Internet café.

Well, it was the year 2001. It was one of those winter afternoons locked in my room playing PC Football, Counter Strike or, who knows, Minesweeper on my computer, when I heard the typical little sound of an incoming message on Messenger . I paused what I was doing and checked who had written to me.

From the profile picture, it was a girl I didn't know. She greeted me with a simple "hello" and I politely responded in kind. Ignoring the inconsequential nature of the initial conversation, it turned out to be a girl with whom I had had a rather racy conversation in an anonymous chat a few days before and to whom, at her request, I sent a Messenger invitation . Apparently she finally decided to accept the invitation and we started talking almost every afternoon.

From the first minute I thought she was a very interesting girl. She lived in a town not far from my home town, we were almost the same age and we had the same tastes, especially when it came to sex. I had a girlfriend, she had a boyfriend, but that didn't stop us from saying all kinds of dirty things to each other, sending each other photos with little or no clothing or commenting on what we would do to each other. We fantasized in a thousand and one ways to the point of masturbating each one on one side of the screen. Quite often. We even pretended to meet one day to give free rein to our instincts, but for one reason or another, I don't remember the specific reason, it didn't work out.

Then came spring. The good weather made its appearance and plans with friends started to appear everywhere, so, although we continued to chat sporadically for some time, little by little we forgot about each other. Things of youth, I suppose.

But sometimes life is capricious and surprises us, creating completely unexpected coincidences.

A couple of years ago, while having a few drinks with some friends at a bar in a party area of my town, I caught the eye of a woman standing across the bar. She was paying for a gin and tonic that the waiter had just served her. We just stared at each other for a few seconds. She looked very familiar to me, and from her facial expression, I think she was feeling more of the same. I assumed we both knew we knew each other, but neither of us were sure how.

At one point, my friends urged me to change bars and, in the process, also my music style. So we did and, unfortunately, I lost sight of her.

We had another 3 drinks in as many bars and in that last bar, suddenly, I felt a finger tapping me on the back. I turned around and right in front of me, with a glass in her hand, was the woman with whom I had previously shared that look.

—I know you.

"The thing is that you sound very familiar to me too," I replied, looking into her eyes, trying to figure out where or when in my past I had met her.

"I'm Laura," she said bluntly. "The girl from Messenger . "

Hearing that name associated with that old computer program brought back to my mind the hundreds of conversations we had during that time of our youth. And because of the content of those conversations, without any option to avoid it, a certain part of my blood went to my tail, which gave a slight jump under my jeans.

"Do you remember me?" he asked when he saw that I didn't react.

—Yes, yes, fuck. Of course I remember —I finally answered, once I had relegated my thoughts to the background—. You can forgive me, but it's been so many years…

—Don't worry, it's logical —she laughed, showing a nice smile—. Especially when it's the first time we meet in person.

—True… Well, to be honest, if you hadn't come to tell me anything, I don't know if I would have been able to locate you.

—Well, it took me a while to recognize you, huh? And because you look almost exactly the same as in the photos you used to send me.

—Well, well… I’m a little older, hahaha!

—Of course, Raul, like everyone else —he laughed too—. Although maybe I've changed a little more than you.

She showed herself from top to bottom, like someone showing someone else a new outfit they bought at a haute couture fashion store.

Obviously, she was nothing like the teenager I had known two decades ago. I was dealing with a fully-fledged woman. However, in my honest opinion, her appearance had not changed as much as she tried to emphasize.

My memory searched through the plethora of photos we exchanged back in the day and, regardless of the haircut or hair color Laura had at that time, I still saw that same sharp nose, those big brown eyes and those full lips that I found so attractive in the past. But, without a doubt, what I remembered most and what was also practically the same, was the size of her breasts. The force of gravity may not have kept them on the same physical plane as in her youthful youth, but they were still very, very appetizing. The heart-stopping cleavage that highlighted the neckline of her tight black dress confirmed this. I clearly remembered those enormous and beautiful tits filled with well-proportioned areolas. I remembered them quite well since they were among the first photos of a naked woman that I was able to see beyond those that appeared on the Internet or in thematic magazines. She may have had slightly wider hips or a few extra pounds, but she still had a very beautiful and slender figure. What's more, her whole being exuded tremendous sensuality.

We continued chatting about trivial topics for a few more minutes until she wanted to turn the conversation in another direction.

—Be honest, Raul. When I approached you and revealed who I was, tell me you didn't think about the conversations we had on Messenger —Laura said.

—As if I could forget about that…

—And do you remember what we were talking about? Do you remember my preferences? —he asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

—I remember everything, Laura.

—And which one do you remember most of all of them?

—The one that's the most? Do you really want me to tell you?

—No holds barred, please.

—Well… well… —I hesitated for a moment—. You know I was always fascinated by the fact that you loved semen.

She smiled enigmatically and nodded several times, as if she had hit the nail on the head with the answer she had hoped to receive.

"Then you'll be happy to know that my tastes haven't changed at all. In fact, I enjoy them more and more," he confessed after a few moments.

At that moment my expectations were high. Although I really didn't know what to say, what to do or where to take the conversation. However, I didn't need to. She knew very well where to take it and she got back to the conversation straight away.

—Look, Raul, I'm going to get straight to the point. As I told you before, I've been married for 7 years and, as a result of that marriage, I have two wonderful children. That is and always will be unchangeable. However, I don't intend to lie to you either. It's not the first time I've proposed this to someone other than my husband and, knowing me as I do, it probably won't be the last. But I swear that when I finally recognized you... ufffff... I got a tremendous desire to suck your cock.

I was, naturally, stunned. Extremely horny, but stunned.

—Aren't you going to say anything?

“Ask me,” I demanded boldly. At this point, I wanted to know if he was just kidding me. Because I don’t know about other people, but these things don’t usually happen to me just like that.

“Really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

—And if you whisper it in my ear, even better.

I was a bit of a bastard there, I admit.

—Okay, if that's what you want… —he came close to my ear and, almost touching my lobe with his lips, he said in a velvety voice—. Will you let me suck your cock?

I swallowed and could only nod my head. With that simple statement, my arousal began to rise exponentially. It was clear that she also knew how to play, and much better than me, too.

Without taking his mouth away from my ear, he continued.

—And are you going to give me my ration of milk?

"It would be a real honor," I managed to answer after swallowing again, trying to show the serenity that my genitals had already abandoned.

After my obvious confirmation, she separated from me and, after looking at me with the face of a complete nymphomaniac, she smiled with satisfaction.

—Okay. In about an hour I'll be able to get rid of my friends —she said while glancing at a group of girls who were dancing to her left—. Give me your phone. And stay tuned because I'll send you the location.

She wrote my phone number down on her cell phone, made a missed call, and then went back to her group of friends as if nothing had happened, as if making indecent proposals was the most natural thing in the world.

I continued partying with my gang, trying to appear normal, but what really wanted to party was my cock, which had entered a kind of permanent semi-erection state. It didn't feel comfortable locked under my fly.

One of my friends, who had noticed the situation, asked me about the big-breasted girl I had been exchanging phone numbers with. Without much explanation and to get it out of the way, I simply told him that I was an ex-work colleague whom I hadn't seen for a while and that we exchanged contacts to meet for coffee another time. I don't know if he believed me or not, but I didn't really care, to be honest. At that moment, my body was present, but my mind was absent. I remember that I spent the rest of the night with Laura's explicit words echoing in my head. They had left me upset, nervous, disturbed... to the point that I checked my phone much more frequently than usual, just like a young teenager would. And I didn't want to miss such an opportunity. After more than 20 years, I was going to have my cock sucked by the first girl I had ever fantasized about doing it with, the same girl who had caused me to jerk off so many times in the solitude of my room. Certainly a great way to end a weekend night out.

The night went by and I had no news from Laura. When it was almost 4 in the morning and more than an hour had passed since I said goodbye to her, I began to feel disillusioned and discouraged. I thought that it had all been a joke or that, if it was true, she would finally chicken out and not even contact me. I felt stupid and naive, a sucker. It crossed my mind to call her directly, but what was I going to say? Had she forgotten that she had a cock to suck? It seemed so childish to me that I gave up on the idea.

I was already thinking about the legendary jerk-off I was going to do as soon as I got home, thinking about the wasted opportunity, when suddenly I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket.

I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen. Two terse WhatsApp messages : the first was a location and the second, a simple and cold: “15 minutes.”

What a rush! I had no intention of making Laura wait, much less my cock, eager and willing to be swallowed by such an apparently expert mouth. So, after telling one of my friends that I was going to the bathroom and taking advantage of the fact that they were half drunk, I made a smoke show and headed to the agreed location, an open-air public parking lot not far from the party area.

I have to admit that it took me less than 10 minutes to get there. And I could have done it in 5, but I didn't want to seem so desperate either. I scanned the area for a few seconds until I heard his voice.

-I'm here.

I saw her leaning against the side of a silver KIA with the interior lights on. I assumed it was her car.

—Hello, Laura.

—Stop greeting me and get in the car, come on.

—Do you prefer behind or in front?

—Honestly, I just want to suck your cock, so wherever the hell you want.

I couldn't help but laugh at her unexpected response. It made me really bored that she was so direct.

From her voice, I could tell she was a little drunk. I confirmed this when I saw her drink half a rum and then leave the empty glass on the roof of the car next door. As for me, I wasn't far behind. The 5 rum and cokes I had downed were also affecting me a little, let's be honest.

Without further delay, I sat in the passenger seat and she did the same but in the driver's seat. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds.

—What are you waiting for? Take out your dick, come on.

I smiled and did as he asked. And not only that, I pulled down my pants and boxers to my ankles. I wasn't going to be the one to block him from accessing any part he wanted to lick.

—Ummm… I didn’t remember you had it circumcised —he licked his lips as he looked at my penis with great interest—. Just the way I like it…

And without saying another word, she grabbed my cock, which was still growing, spit on the glans and spread the saliva with her hand along the shaft. With the other hand she gently grabbed my balls, caressing them, and began to masturbate me with great skill, slowly and deliberately going over each fold of my penis, delighting herself. In a matter of seconds my cock had hardened in her hand. Feeling the incipient erection, she brought her mouth closer and licked the bud several times, as if she were gauging its taste.

—Mmmmm… —he moaned lightly, closing his eyes—. One last thing. When was the last time you came?

I did a quick calculation and was surprised to find that it had taken longer than I would have liked, either because I hadn't been chosen or because no one had done it for me.

—About 4 days ago.

—Ufffff…

And as if that number had finally awakened something inside her, without warning, she put my fleece phallus in her mouth and began to suck like a real vacuum cleaner.

I, to be honest, sat back and let it happen. Although the parking lot was lit by several streetlights, the dim darkness inside the car didn't allow much to be seen. However, there was enough to be able to pay full attention to the blowjob my old friend from Messenger was giving me. I wanted and had to treasure that memorable moment. Because I'm not going to lie, it was one of the best blowjobs of my life.

I could feel the strong friction of her lips on my skin as they went up and down my swollen shaft. The sensation was incredible. She was sucking my cock like someone who hasn't had a bite in a week. Sometimes she would put it in almost all the way and take it out again, other times she would suck my glans while masturbating me, other times she would play with the tip of her tongue and my urethra, other times she would hit her face with my cock, other times she would put my balls in her mouth... This woman knew all the tricks and she was taking me to heaven.

It was obvious that sucking a good cock was one of the things she liked the most, just as she had always claimed. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing and that she enjoyed it a lot. Her passion for oral sex was undeniable.

From my position, I could see her pronounced cleavage. I had her formidable and voluminous breasts at hand and I didn't think twice. I was very clear that I wouldn't leave without touching those big tits. Those big tits that I saw so many times through the screen of my computer and that were so attractive. I reached out and began to touch them over the fabric of her dress. Upon sensing my intentions and my difficulty in accessing them freely, Laura made the operation easier for me by lowering her dress a little. She wasn't wearing a bra so they came out completely without any obstacle. Although she was already moaning while she was giving my cock a good taste, she intensified those moans when she felt how my hands caressed her skin and my fingers pinched and stimulated her nipples. And as in a gesture of action-reaction, she also intensified her tongue movements and her sucking process.

—Yes… touch me… tell me things… insult me… —he added at intervals, taking his cock out of her mouth for a microsecond for each word.

She was wild and I didn't want to upset her, so I did as she said. I said things like, "eat it all up, bitch," "that's it, slut, keep sucking," "I'm going to give you my milk, you bitch," and things like that, to which she responded by moaning and sucking even harder.

The truth is that after half a night of thinking about that and how pleasurable it was really being, my semen had been on the exit ramp for a while. Her way of sucking me off exceeded all expectations and it wasn't going to take long to ejaculate. I felt a brutal orgasm approaching. I took my hands off her hot breasts and let her know that I couldn't hold out any longer.

—I'm going to cum...

—Come on, motherfucker. Give me all that cum you have stored up here —she asked me while squeezing my balls and shaking my cock rhythmically.

—You want it, huh, slut?

—Yes, yes... come on. Give me my prize.

And as she claimed my seed for the umpteenth time, a huge blast of cum hit her cheek, forehead and part of her hair. A thick, compact semen. A semen locked in my scrotal sac for several days. She reacted quickly and, for the jets to come, she left her mouth wide open so that each and every one of them could fall inside. As her weakness for cock juice promised, she didn't want to let even a single drop escape.

—Come on, son of a bitch, give me more, give me more... —he demanded, while the milk continued to gush out towards his mouth or his face.

It turned me on so much that she talked to me like that, so I kept cumming without reservation, spewing semen and making guttural sounds like a fucking camel. My cock kept gushing milk like a fountain and she enjoyed it as if it were the last glass of water in the desert. With each spurt she swallowed and swallowed, and moaned and moaned… It was non-stop. She was like possessed as she compulsively shook my cock.

When my penis finally stopped leaking fluid, the tension in my muscles decreased and my body began to relax.

—My God, Laura… what a blowjob… —I commented while catching my breath.

She just looked at my cock and smiled, happy, proud, pleased. Her face was splattered with several loads of cum, but she didn't stop trying to run her tongue over the shaft and glans to leave them spotless. She had gotten what she had come for. In fact, we had both gotten what we had wanted so much and talked about so much at the time: filling Laura's mouth with freshly squeezed milk. Because if nothing else, I had given her a copious and nutritious portion of semen. To this day, I don't remember ever having cum so abundantly.

—I want more… —he said unexpectedly.

-Sorry?

And without answering me or even spending a second cleaning her face, she continued licking my cock until my erection continued.

—Fuck… —I managed to say between gasps— You don't get tired, do you?

He took my piece of meat out of his mouth for a moment to, without stopping jerking me off, express what I already knew, but that it is always nice to hear from the fleshy lips that had given me so much pleasure and that, to my surprise, promised to extend it a little longer.

—What can I say, Raul? You already know how much I love cum… —he said with total frankness—. And right now I need more…

And she put my cock back in her mouth to suck it again like a real whore.

After Laura made that well-known comment and while she continued with the task of milking me again, fragments of that conversation came to my mind, tucked away in a corner of my hypothalamus. I remembered that one afternoon, when we were both horny as hell talking through Messenger , she told me that she had a certain predilection for semen. She told me that whenever she hooked up with a guy she couldn't help but end up giving him a handjob or sucking his cock with the sole intention of, of course, tasting his semen. She told me that at first she only tasted it, like a game of comparing flavors. But that soon after, she directly swallowed it all. Always. She hinted that perhaps it was because of an unhealthy hobby that, at an early age, she acquired after spying on her older brother masturbating. And after approaching the laundry bin to smell those cum-stained underwear. And also because of daring to lick that viscous liquid from the same fabric to see what it tasted like…

Although not even two minutes had passed since my copious discharge, such memories of youth and Laura's prodigious mouth were making my cock feel like a tank pointed at a bell tower again.

"Let's go outside," he said suddenly, breaking me out of my thoughts.

-And so?

—You'll see now.

We went outside, she pushed me against the car in front of her and knelt in front of me. She immediately took my cock all the way down her throat. She pulled it out again and swallowed it again. Several times. Then she stood up, pulled the skirt of her dress up almost to her waist, leaving her thong visible, and bent over in front of my cock again.

—Now fuck my mouth.

That request became fuel for my hips, so I didn't hesitate for a moment. I put both hands on her head and, while she began to put her fingers inside her pussy, I began to pound her mouth with force, without mercy. The sensation of feeling her nose hit my pubis was fabulous. The splashing of her mouth and how she tried to stifle her gags could be clearly heard, which she managed in a dignified manner and without too much effort. The silence that reigned in that open-air parking lot was only broken by the sound of my glans hitting her glottis. "Goog, goog, goog, goog..." was all that could be heard. We were giving a real porn show in a parking lot, between two cars and in the middle of the street. Luckily, it was almost 5 in the morning and the dark night sheltered us. Otherwise, it is very likely that we would have had an audience, as if it were a peep show .

Naturally, it would take me longer to cum, so, as much stamina as Laura had in the wonderful art of deep throating, she sometimes had to pull my cock out of her larynx to get some air. When that happened, a long string of drool, like a zip line in an adventure park, would hang between her lips and the tip of my cock. I didn't notice that she cared too much about some of that saliva falling on her breasts either. She even spread it over them while she grabbed them tightly and continued drilling her pussy with three fingers. Then, after a short time, she would hit her cheeks several times with my cock and sheath it again in her wet mouth. She was totally committed to the cause. I was hallucinating. This woman was a professional blowjob artist, a championship cocksucker. She knew very well how to treat a penis and how she wanted the penis to treat her. And she enjoyed it without hesitation.

I had been fucking her mouth for about 15 minutes, but everything has an end and mine was very close. I thought with grace that, if her initial intention when proposing this dirty sex session was to empty my balls completely, she was going to achieve it with great success and on her own merits.

I told her I was going to cum again. She, far from moving away and positioning my bud at the entrance of her mouth as she had done before, sank her head even further against my body until I felt my glans stuck in the back of her throat. She stayed there for a few seconds and, while with one hand she grabbed my balls relatively tightly, as if wanting to squeeze out everything that could be left in the scrotum, with the other she continued masturbating, this time more violently.

And that image was too much for me. I held her head firmly and, after grunting like a boar in heat, I began to ejaculate again. Logically, my milk load was not that abundant, but it was enough for her to taste it with joy. So much so that the sensation of my milk sliding directly down her esophagus caused Laura to start cumming too and she was forced to grab my thighs to keep from falling from pure pleasure. She trembled and emitted energetic moans that were muffled by the bar of meat lodged in her mouth. With each lash of my cock, I pushed a little more and she suffered a brief but pleasurable spasm. Ecstatic, she only devoted herself to swallowing and cumming without measure.

After half a minute, once she had recovered from the orgasm she had just had, she took my cock out of her mouth, dragging any remaining fluid on its surface with her lips, and stood up.

The scene was a bit comical. Laura with her dress skirt rolled up, her tits out, disheveled, with her mascara running and her face covered in drool and dried remains of cum from my first cumshot. For my part, I was a little more discreet and only had my pants around my knees and my penis, after such an activity, entering a logical state of flaccidity. Whatever the case, we were both catching our breath after the magnitude of what we had experienced.

—God… thank you so much —she told me while she adjusted her breasts and dress.

—You thank me? My goodness, Laura… Thank you.

—I really needed it…

—It's been incredible.

"You've had a lot of cum, man," he said with genuine fascination.

"I told you before at the bar that it was an honor for me," I replied, winking at him.

—Hahaha! And it's always like this?

—If they do it as well as you, of course.

—Liar… —I laugh again, with a playful tone—. You told me that you hadn’t unloaded for 4 days.

She thought for a moment and, with a mischievous face, gave me a half smile.

—So you won't mind if I call you some other day, right?

"Where do I sign?" I offered as my only answer.

And well, today and fortunately for me, he writes to me from time to time with the sole and convincing reason of meeting me to extract that liquid that he loves so much.

García Dairy. This is how I am saved as a contact name on his mobile phone.