Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Ultimately, I would get my lunch faster by fighting.

Once Johnson got the head past my lips he kept up a slow relentless push without ever withdrawing. He ordered me to take a deep breath just before reaching the back of my mouth. It lengthened significantly but didn't get all that hard.

He said, "Push the slut down, push her," at the moment that it plugged me.

I choked. I gagged. When my body started to wretch I feared if I threw up I would lose some of the other guys' energizing cum. I fought the urge to vomit, being highly motivated.

My lips were stretched obscenely around the baguette that only got wider at the base. Johnson wrapped both hands behind my neck and pulled. I felt the big head go past the entrance to my esophagus.

To keep myself going I focused on thoughts of a gallon of cum.

I needed the that seed. I pushed against his legs then pounded on them in a mock resistance. He absolutely loved it. "Yea, Baby, its big and its fucking you right down to your tummy. I'm going to give you so much cum it'll fill you up and spill out." The imagery was too great. I had to have it. I needed this beautiful cock to gift me a year's worth of thick slimy cum.

I was so fucking hungry. How could I get it sooner? With an Oscar worthy performance I thrashed and jerked against my captors. Getting vocal I gave out a muffled shout with a cock reaching way down my throat. Not being able to breathe I also needed it to finish now!

I wondered just what his fantasy with Stacie was. He wanted her to resist and fight it. But he also said she would love it.

I stopped fighting him. My body relaxed. I reached around grabbing his buns and pulled the last four flexible inches into my body. My upper lip now touched his stomach and my lower his balls.

With my left hand I massaged and tugged on his cum filled oysters. The sounds I made changed from yelling objections to humming acceptance.

Seeing the change he said, "That's it Stacie, I knew you would come around. Here it comes. Eat my cum. Eat it all! I'm filling you up you gorgeous cocksucker."

I was lightheaded. More than what was now normal from starvation, also from lack of air. I started to pass out. But I did feel full and satisfied for the first time in many days. It wasn't just Johnson's cum that helped. It was the cumulative sum of all the loads that I took in the half hour before too.

His cock truly was way down my throat when he came so I have no way of knowing how much cum he gave me that first time. "A gallon" would be a gross exaggeration.

A few days later he deposited a batch on my tongue as I nursed just on the bulbous head. It felt like two tablespoons – or a hundred and fifty calories – from one cock.

We each lost pounds on that trip but I lost the least, losing only ten in total. One of the guys got sick and died on the last day.

On the plane ride back the guys all agreed that they could not have survived without my morale boosting support. I felt like I wouldn't have survived without dozens of doses of rich abundant jism.

When I collected my "candy bars" I had over thirty thousand dollars. I also had a compulsive thirst to suck cock constantly, craving as much sweet cum as I could get.