


Revenge Cums Sweet

by slyc_willie



Category: Fetish
Published: 2006-10-14
Updated: 2006-10-14
Packaged: 2017-05-04 19:15:25
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/revenge-cums-sweet
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: How to get even with cum.
Erotica Tags: Blow Job, Cum And Food, Cum Eating, Cum Play, Fast Food, Public
Sex, Splooging
Average Rating: 4.51






        Revenge Cums Sweet


My sister Kathleen is a real bitch. I don't know where she got the idea that
she is the center of the universe, but she acts like anything she does is the
most important thing going on. Everyone has to do what _she_ wants, and she
gets all huffy when they don't.  
  
Case in point: one afternoon, a few weeks ago, Kathleen came home after
shopping, as I was getting ready for work. I'm eighteen, and I work at a fast-
food restaurant while going to college. Conversely, Kathleen, twenty-one years
old, doesn't work and has a ton of boy-toys that she strings along. She makes
them buy her things, teasing them with her body (even I had to admit that my
sister was pretty hot). But I knew from some pretty reliable sources, however,
that my sister almost never puts out. She's a cock-tease in the strongest
sense of the word.  
  
Anyway, Kathleen came through the door, seeing me in my work polo and jeans.
She snapped her fingers as she sucked on the straw of a frozen mocha from one
of those over-priced coffee houses. "Oh, good, you're home," she said. "I got
some bags in the car. Go get 'em and take them up to my room."  
  
I gave her a look like, _fuck you_. "I gotta get to work," I said annoyingly,
even though I knew, even if I took my time, I'd get there ten minutes early.  
  
Kathleen rolled her eyes. "Just go get them, Joey!" she snapped. "God damn it!
Not like your job's _important_ or anything! You sell _fried chicken_!"  
  
I stared at her. "At least I _earn_ my money," I said pointedly, but I
nevertheless headed down to my sister's car as she huffed behind me.  
  
I came back in with the bags, carried them up to her room. _More clothes_, I
thought. Like my sister didn't already have a wardrobe as big as the selection
at Macy's. Kathleen gave me an annoyed look as she stood by the window of her
room, chattering away on her cell.  
  
"Just leave them on the bed, Joey," she ordered.  
  
I dropped the bags unceremoniously on her bed. "Anything else, princess?" I
asked sarcastically.  
  
"Yeah," she said. "Get the fuck outta my room!"  
  
I shook my head. I stomped out of my sister's room, headed back downstairs. I
would still be early getting to work.  
  
I noticed my sister's iced mocha sitting on the coffee table. It was about a
third finished. I sneered. _Hmm_, I thought. _Tabasco, chili powder, castor
oil?_  
  
_Or_ . . . I laughed softly to myself as the most incredibly perverse and
twisted idea came over me. I stared at the mocha. _Go on, do it! It'll be the
sickest thing in the world!_  
  
I stood still for a moment, faintly listening to my sister prattling upstairs.
Mom and Dad weren't home.  
  
"Fuck it," I said to myself, and unzipped my jeans. The kinky thought that had
entered into my mind had made my cock hard. It sprang out at its full length.
Pre-cum was already shiny at the tip.  
  
I didn't have much time, so I grabbed my dick and started stroking fast. I
squeezed it hard, fondled my balls. The perversity of my idea really turned me
on as I jacked off. I didn't even have to fantasize about shooting off in
Brittney Anderson's mouth or banging Tina Ramirez' big tits to get off.  
  
It took only about three or four minutes before my cock was tingling and I was
ready to shoot. I bent my legs, pointing my dick down, sticking the head
through the wide opening of the plastic dome lid of my sister's iced mocha. I
shuddered, held back a moan as my cock twitched and throbbed and spurted long,
thick streams of ball juice right into the dark liquid.  
  
I squeezed out every drop of sperm, shaking them off my dick and into
Kathleen's drink. My cum was a thick puddle on the surface of the brownish
liquid. Finally spent, I tucked my cock away, zipped up. I stirred my sister's
mocha, mixing in my seed.  
  
I heard Kathleen coming down the stairs. Quickly, I stepped back, taking up
one of the free advertisements that always came in the mail. Kathleen came
into the room, flipping her long dark hair back.  
  
"I thought you had to be at work," she said acidly, giving me a look.  
  
"I was just leaving," I said, watching as Kathleen leaned over the coffee
table and took up her drink. I tried not to grin as she sucked on the straw.  
  
My sister smacked her lips, gave me a look. "Enjoy your piece of shit job,"
she said haughtily, then turned away, sucking more of her drink through the
straw. She obviously did not taste anything different in her drink as she
unwittingly drank down her own brother's semen.  
  
_Enjoy your cum-flavored mocha_, I thought, then left, chuckling to myself.  
  
***  
  
I was in a pretty good mood as I headed to work. Getting back at my sister the
way I had – even if she was clueless about the whole thing – gave me a smug
feeling. I thought about my pretty, bitchy sister slurping down my load along
with her coffee drink.  
  
I got into an even better mood when I realized that I was closing with
Michelle that night. She was a real cute, voluptuous little blonde with short,
light-toned hair and a cute, round, freckled face. She had a pretty nice rack
that pushed against her red work polo, a cute little pudge to her belly, and
wide, flaring hips. She stood all of five feet tall and looked like a cute
little pixie. The only things missing were the wings.  
  
We flirted with each other as we always did. Michelle only went so far when
she flirted (and she flirted with _everybody_), but I always thought that
maybe, if the circumstances were right, I might get to one day find out if she
really was a natural blonde (and I was pretty sure she was).  
  
But then, the night took a sour turn after the dinner rush. The dining room
emptied out, and with only an hour left in the shift, our manager sent the
other two employees home, leaving just me and Michelle. She started cleaning
up the dining room and I took care of the stuff in the back.  
  
And _she_ came in. Mrs. Gould. The bitchiest, most annoying customer we got,
and she came in damn near every day. Chicken Caesar salad, extra dressing, no
croutons, and the chicken _better_ be fresh-grilled!  
  
She was as bad as my sister, the way she treated us, even worse. Talking down
to us because we worked in a fast-food restaurant, telling us we were the
bottom rung of the ladder. She was so full of herself because she married a
rich guy twice her age and acted like her last name was fucking Rockefeller or
something.  
  
"Hey, can I get some service?" she asked indignantly, after she had been at
the counter for all of three seconds.  
  
I rolled my eyes at the grating sound of her voice. Mrs. Gould was a hot
piece, no doubt about it, no more than six or seven years older than me. She
had big, fake tits and a slender body, and always wore clothes that made her
look like a topless dancer. Hell, she probably had been one before she trapped
her unlucky husband.  
  
I saw Michelle, sweeping up in the dining room, giving me an amused look as I
approached the counter. Her expression seemed to say, _'better you than me.'_
I tried to stay as professional as I could as I stepped up to the register.  
  
Mrs. Gould rattled off her order, which never changed. "And get it right, this
time," she said arrogantly, giving me a superior look. "There wasn't enough
dressing last time. Damn it, you kids never get _anything_ right."  
  
I forced a smile. "It'll be right up," I said distastefully, giving Mrs. Gould
her cup.  
  
I headed back to the grill, tossed a fresh chicken breast on it. It would take
several minutes to cook through. I heard the flap of the door from the dining
room, looked as Michelle came toward me. She slid up pretty close to my side.  
  
"God, what a bitch," Michelle said in a low tone. The grill was visible from
the front counter.  
  
"She's worse than my sister," I said.  
  
Michelle glanced over her shoulder, looking back toward Mrs. Gould – the only
customer in the dining room – as she mixed her iced tea. Michelle looked back
to me, her wide blue eyes mischievous. "We should spit in her salad," she
said. "Or, like, mix in some Imodium or something with the dressing."  
  
I chuckled. "You happen to carry around diarrhea medicine?"  
  
Michelle shook her head ruefully. "I'd put battery acid in her food if I had
any," she said.  
  
I suddenly remembered the dirty trick I had played on my sister, and my cock
instantly twitched in my jeans. "I know something we could put in it," I said.  
  
Michelle's eyes flashed. "Yeah?"  
  
I looked to her. "It's kind'a . . . kinky," I said.  
  
Michelle stared at me, eyes narrowing for a moment. Then, suddenly, her eyes
flashed down to my crotch, and she got this big grin on her face. "You
serious?" she asked.  
  
I couldn't believe what I had talked myself into, and that Michelle seemed so
excited by it. I smirked. "Let me, uh, use the bathroom for a minute," I said.
"I'll take one of those little plastic souffle cups and—"  
  
"Why do it in the bathroom?" Michelle asked, interrupting me. "She can't see
you from the salad table."  
  
I gave Michelle a surprised look. "You're kidding, right?"  
  
Michelle giggled, gave me a suddenly sexy look. "I'll help," she said
suggestively. "Come on. Dana's in the office. You know she doesn't come out
'till closing time. It's just you and me. _Come on_, Joey."  
  
Now, that idea _really_ got my dick throbbing. Jack off in front of Michelle?
Hell, yeah! I shuddered a little, incredibly turned on. Michelle giggled, and
pushed her tits out a little. I could make out the nipples of her C-cups,
pushing against the fabric of her shirt.  
  
"Come on," she said urgently. "If you're gonna do it, you gotta do it now."  
  
I moved on automatic, feeling a little dazed. I crossed the kitchen,
approached the salad table as Michelle followed me with her excited eyes. I
glanced to her as I took out one of the big metal bowls, tossed in lettuce and
tomatoes and mushrooms and capers, added some dressing, and mixed it up.
Michelle looked impatient, watching me. her freckled round face was blushing
with excitement.  
  
I hesitated only a brief moment, glancing back to the closed manager's door.
_Michelle better be right,_ I thought, and unzipped my jeans. I tugged out my
dick. I was already hard.  
  
I heard a slight gasp from Michelle, looked to her. Her eyes were locked on my
cock. She smiled widely, and looked impressed. That only inspired me. I
wrapped my hand around my dick and started pumping, staring at Michelle.  
  
Slowly, she walked toward me, drawn like a glutton to a buffet. Her eyes were
fixated on my thick, stiff dick as I jacked it. She moved up beside me, _very_
close. Those firm, full tits pressed against my arm as I pumped it.  
  
"Damn, Joey, I wish I knew you had such a nice dick," she whispered. She was
obviously turned on. She licked her soft pink lips. Her attention and arousal
inspired me, and I smacked my hand along my penis as I masturbated furiously.  
  
"God damn, that thing's bigger than my boyfriend's," Michelle was saying. She
settled a hand on my butt, casually squeezing my cheeks as she watched me jack
off. "And I thought he was big."  
  
"I'm glad you like it," I said, my voice straining. Fuck, was I turned on!  
  
Michelle grinned, watching me pump my dick. She squirmed a little, pressed a
hand between her legs. She made a little sighing/grunting noise, bit her lip.
Then she looked up at me, her wide blue eyes glowing.  
  
"Can I do it?" she asked softly.  
  
I stopped stroking instantly, my dick twitching. The head was shiny and wet
from pre-cum. I all but swooned at the thought of Michelle stroking me.
"Please," was all I could say.  
  
Michelle grinned, then looked back to my throbbing, hard cock. I pulled my
hand away, and slowly, tentatively, Michelle lifted her own, wrapping it
around my shaft.  
  
I sighed at the touch of her hand. Michelle shifted her fingers, getting a
good grip. She smiled excitedly as she started pumping my dick. I held back a
moan, slipped my arm around her. Michelle leaned against me, those wonderful
tits mashing against my side. She stroked me faster and faster, squeezing my
cock more tightly as I told her to do so.  
  
"What is taking so long?" came Mrs. Gould's exasperated voice from the other
side of the counter.  
  
I sighed in frustration, and Michelle rolled her eyes. She took her hand from
my cock, and for a moment, licked her fingers, tasting the pre-cum that had
dribbled down over them from my penis. She turned away, glancing to the front
as she headed to the grill. "He's chopping some fresh greens for you, Mrs.
Gould," Michelle said. "It'll just be a minute. You wouldn't want wilted
salad, would you?"  
  
I heard the bitchy woman huff. "Whatever."  
  
Michelle flipped the chicken, moved it to a cooler area of the grill, where it
would simmer, but not overcook. Then she came back, eyes locked on my dick
once more and smiling broadly. She giggled as she grabbed my dick and resumed
pumping. I sighed in pleasure.  
  
"Fuck, you look so hot with your thing sticking out like that," she whispered.
Her eyes blazed. "Now, just try to stay quiet, baby," she said.  
  
I was about to ask what Michelle was going to do when she sunk to her knees
before me and, without a moment's hesitation, slipped her hot, warm, wet mouth
around my dick, sucking hard and eagerly.  
  
I trembled, so totally turned on. Fuck, Michelle had a nice mouth! She sucked
hard and deep, gliding her sweet soft lips back and forth, getting my cock
nice and wet with her mouth. She mumbled faintly, apparently enjoying the
taste of my dick, the way it filled her mouth. I was stupefied by the erotic
sight of her hungry mouth gobbling my rod.  
  
"Is it gonna be much longer?" asked impatient Mrs. Gould.  
  
"It's coming right out!" I called out, trying to sound calm. I pushed against
Michelle's mouth, holding her soft-haired head in my hands. God damn, this was
the best blow job I had ever gotten! Michelle was a hell of a lot better than
Brittney Anderson, that was for sure!  
  
I felt my balls tighten and my body tense, and then . . . oh, my God . . . I
was cumming. And cumming hard. My sperm shot into Michelle's mouth, and she
moaned softly as it surged over her tongue, gushed to her throat, making her
cheeks swell. Michelle moaned appreciatively, sucking tenderly, slipping her
lips up to the head of my spasming cock and pumping her mouth just a little.
Frothy little bubbles of cum emerged from between her lips and were smeared
along my slick shaft. The sight had me shaking with pleasure.  
  
I finally had to push Michelle's head away, and she laughed softly through her
nose, looking up to me. Her pink lips glistened and dripped with cum. She
worked her jaw a little, rolling my salty load in her mouth. Then she looked
to the salad bowl and cocked her head meaningfully.  
  
I realized her intent, and took up the bowl, holding it down under her face.
Michelle tilted her head down, parting her lips. I watched in astonishment as
my thick sperm flowed out of Michelle's mouth, dripping down into the bowl,
coating the lettuce and tomatoes and mushrooms. Michelle spat a couple times,
then licked her lips, leaning back with a grin.  
  
"I'll get the chicken," she said, pushing to her feet. She gave me a devilish
grin, wiping the corners of her mouth and making a show of sucking her
fingers. She pranced across the kitchen, scooped up the chicken filet with a
spatula, and brought it over to me. I didn't bother with tucking my dick away
– especially since Michelle was tickling it with her fingers – as I sliced up
the chicken breast and served it into the bowl.  
  
I made sure to toss the salad really well, mixing in my sperm with the Caesar
dressing. Every little leaf glistened by the time I was done. I scooped the
salad into a plastic tray and sprinkled on some parmesan cheese and croutons.
Michelle grinned, her lips still a little glossy from my cum. The aroma of
semen wafted around her cute little face. She took up the salad, gave me a
naughty look.  
  
"All of a sudden, I'm kind'a jealous of Mrs. Gould," she said meaningfully.
"She gets to eat it."  
  
I looked back with a grin. "Oh, I think I can work up some more special
dressing for you," I said.  
  
Michelle grinned, biting her lip. Then she turned and headed back to the
counter with the salad. "Here you go, Mrs. Gould," I heard her say. "And we
made sure to put _lots_ of dressing on it."  
  
***  
  
Michelle and I watched from the counter as Mrs. Gould sat in the dining room,
devouring her salad. She did not seem to notice the 'extra seasoning' Michelle
and I had given her meal. Or, if she did, she liked the flavor. She ate every
single bite, licking her lips. Then she got up, leaving her empty plastic
plate on the table, and gave us a haughty look as she headed to the door.  
  
"Clean up after me, will you?" she said in her self-impressed way.  
  
Michelle and I just smiled. We busted out laughing after Mrs. Gould left.  
  
"She fucking ate it!" cried Michelle, her pretty eyes blazing as she grabbed
my hands and jumped up and down. "Holy shit! Mrs. Gould _ate_ your fucking
cum!"  
  
I gave Michelle a look. "And you're next," I said.  
  
Michelle suddenly stopped jumping, and gave me a sexy look. She breathed in
deeply. "Mmm, you got more dressing for me?" she asked.  
  
"Yes," I said. "Much as you want."  
  
Michelle bit her lip, smiling, and tilted her head back. "Suck me, first," she
said.  
  
My heart flipped at the idea of tasting Michelle's sweet honey pot. "Well, I
usually don't eat pie before dinner . . . ." I said teasingly.  
  
Michelle giggled. "Make an exception?" she asked, jumping up on the counter
and starting to unzip her jeans. "Come on, baby, have a slice of my pie. I
guarantee you'll like it."  
  
***  
  
Michelle and I sucked each other off through the remainder of the shift.
Michele truly was a natural blonde, as I thought, with just a little strip of
golden pubes above her succulent cunt. She had a puffy, fleshy little pussy,
and she tasted so divine as I dug my tongue deep in her tight tunnel. I got
her off a couple times as she squirmed on the order counter, then she returned
the favor, sucking me until I spurted in her mouth again. But this time, she
gulped down every drop of my gooey seed.  
  
Our manager, Dana, came out for the end-of-night inspection, and found
everything to her satisfaction. Michelle gave me a ride home, and we sucked
each other off again in her car as she parked along the curb before my
parents' house. I loved the way she tasted when she came, and she gulped down
my warm cum eagerly, telling me afterward that I had the 'tastiest juice in
the world.'  
  
Michelle and I hook up almost every shift we work together, but she's still
with her boyfriend (he's a few years older and has a 'real' job). We never
fuck ("That would be cheating," she says). Still, she gobbles my prick like
she's desperate for it, always swallows my creamy load, and holds her legs
open wide when I suck on her slick little cunt.  
  
And now and then, when Mrs. Gould or some other bitchy customer comes in,
Michelle helps me add some 'special seasoning' to their order.  
  
_-finis-_




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