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 Author: Invid Fan
Title: Taste Test
Summary: A strange, if cute, girl asks if she can sample Dan's semen. 
There can be only one answer.
Keywords: mf, oral, con, humor

   **** Taste Test

   By Invid Fan (c)2014



   "You want to..."

   "Drink your sperm!"

   Dan blinked at the girl before him.  Then blinked again.  You just did
not hear girls ring your doorbell and say that.  At least not outside of
your own male teen head.  And this was a real girl.  Not one of his
fantasies.  At least...  he assumed she was.  He had never seen her before.
Not that unusual in a neighborhood this size, and she definitely looked to
be a bit younger than him, perhaps not even in High School yet.

   "Um...  why?" He looked over her head, which was easy to do, trying to
see if there were spectators.  See if he was being punked.  Or set up for
statutory rape charges.

   "Well," she said, pulling an iPad out of her shoulder bag, "I read this,
and it sounded really neat!" She flicked it on, finger swiftly navigating
to her goal.  Dan's eyes stayed on her.  She was cute.  Geeky cute.  Red
hair.  He liked red hair.  She had it short, almost as short as his.  A
cute face, large green eyes behind black glasses.  Freshman, he was going
to guess, but her short thin frame supported breasts which would but a
number of college girls to shame.  They were hidden behind a black t-shirt
with stick figures on it, but he noticed them.  Bluejeans hid her legs.

   "Here!" She shoved the iPad at him.  Dan took it, taking his eyes off
her to see what the hell she was babbling about.  It...

   Well, it was a manga.  A Japanese comic book.  He could tell that, from
the big eyes and general art style.  Translated into English, although from
the young appearance of some of the characters he guessed not by any
publisher.  It took a moment before his confused mind remembered the panels
had to be read right to left.  He flicked through the pages.  It was
about...

   He paused.  Went back a page.  Zoomed.

   "There's...  a store..."

   "That sells semen!" The redhead nodded, almost violently, her finger
coming up to push the bridge of her glasses back against her face.  "Great,
isn't it?  It's about this girl who's addicted to the taste of sperm!  She
can't get enough!  The store sells a lot, from different guys, but if you
pay enough you can get it straight from the source!"

   "Uh-huh."

   "I mean, can you believe it?  I've read it over and over, and it just
seems so incredible!  I just have to try it!"

   "You want to buy my sperm?" He shook his head at the idea.  She laughed.

   "No!  Well, if you want me to, I do have money.  Maybe later!  I have to
see if I like it first!  I thought, maybe, you could give me a taste.  Sort
of a taste test.  You know, let me sample you to see if I like it!  Then we
can work something out!" She held her hand out.  Dan gave her back the
iPad, still not accepting the reality of this.  It had to be some...

   "Why me?"

   "Well..." Her face flushed, eyes dropping.  That it took that question,
and not the whole giving a stranger a blow job to embarrass her, just made
him shake is head.  Kids these days.  She stayed quiet, putting the pad
back in her bag and fiddling with something.  Maybe he could scare her off.
Call her bluff.

   "OK."

   She looked up, eyes wide, breath catching.

   "OK?  You'll let me do it?"

   "Sure.  Why not.  Come on in."

   "Yes!  Thank you!"

   Dan stepped aside, eyes again sweeping the street.  He had the house to
himself that afternoon, and there was no reason anyone would care who he
was inviting in, but still.  There was definitely a feeling of guilt, of
wrongness.  He closed the door behind her, turning the lock on the knob. 
It was not to trap her, as turning the knob from the inside automatically
unlocked it, but his mind now felt the gaze of the world lessen.  Not
vanish, just lessen.

   She was standing behind him, waiting.  Smiling.  He rubbed his chin,
wondering how exactly to handle this.

   "What's your name?"

   "Quinn!" He raised an eyebrow.  She giggled.  "Yeah, I know.  My parents
are weird."

   "I'm Dan."

   "I know." Again, she blushed.  Had he seen her around school?  He didn't
think so.  Not that he paid attention to freshmen.  Well, it didn't matter.
It was time to see what exactly was going on.

   "OK, let's get this started.  Strip."

   "What?" Her eyes widened.  Dan simply shrugged.

   "Strip.  I want to see you while you're sucking me." He leaned back
against the door, arms folded across his chest.

   Quinn bit her lip.  Damn, she was cute.  Maybe he shouldn't try to scare
her off.  If she was, in fact, older than he thought she was, maybe the two
of them...

   The shoulder bag dropped to the ground.  Still biting her lip, Quinn
grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up.  He had been right: her
breasts WERE big.  Bigger than any girl he had dated, large pillowy masses
held up by a white bra definitely designed for structural support and not
sexiness.  The black shirt fell to the ground, Quinn adjusting her now
askew glasses.  Without waiting, she kicked off her blue sneakers, undoing
her belt.  Her jeans dropped into a pile around her ankles, legs quickly
kicking themselves free.  And what nice legs they were, pale, muscular. 
Her panties were blue.

   Dan forced his eyes up to hers.  He saw embarrassed excitement.  Her
hands were behind her back.  A moment later, her bra dropped to the floor.

   Dan had always been a breast fan.  The bigger, the better.  His first
crush had been on a girl in sixth grade who had "blossomed" overnight. 
Huge, to him, boobs pushing her sweaters out in a way almost obscene.  It
wasn't for another two years that he finally saw his first real pair. 
Nothing he had experienced in his seventeen years, though, compared to
this. He had slept on pillows less fluffy and inviting.

   "Now what," she asked, startling him.  His eyes dropped, seeing her
panties were gone, kicked away beside her jeans.  All she wore were white
ankle high socks and glasses.

   "Beautiful."

   Quinn's face reddened even more, Dan realizing he had said it aloud as
the color spread down her neck.  He shook his head, trying to clear it. 
Scaring her away was now nowhere on his agenda.  He remembered his 8th
Grade Health teacher's advice, now sadly broken: "Never wait until she's
naked before you to ask yourself if you're really ready for sex." Not sure
he trusted himself to move, Dan started to undo his belt.

   "Kneel in front of me."

   She was down before him in an instant, breasts blocking his view of her
lower body.  That was fine with him.  With one swift movement, he let his
pants and boxers drop.

   Her gasp did wonders for his ego.

   "It's so...  Wow!" Dan was in no way huge, especially compared to what
she may have seen in filmed or drawn porn, but the first time you saw
something in your face was always impressive.  His cock jutted out from a
patch of brown hair, hard and trembling.

   "Go ahead," he said.  Her hand grasped him before the words were out,
head leaning in.  Quinn put her nose right up to him.  He heard sniffing.

   "Wow!" She looked up.  "It's like I can smell the pheromones!" Her
attention went back to his cock.  Eyes closed, she took another deep smell.
"Mmmm..." A moment later, her tongue came out, flicking over the head.

   Now it was his turn to gasp.  It had been awhile, at least two weeks,
since anyone had sucked him.  A one date fling with Sue, who like him was
between significant others.  Sue was a pro, well versed in the sexual arts.
Quinn...

   Her mouth engulfed him.  Quinn was a woman on a mission.  Both her hands
came up, jerking him off as her mouth bobbed on his dick.  She only took a
bit more than the head in, confirming in his mind she was new at this. 
New, but wonderfully talented.  His hands went to her head, fingers
traveling through her hair, touching her scalp.  Her entire body moved in
time with her head.

   "God...  how old are you?"

   Her mouth popped off, eyes raising to his.

   "Fifteen.  Am I doing it right?"

   "You're incredible."

   "Tell me when you're going to shoot." Her mouth took him in again.  Dan
closed his eyes.  It would not be long.  He had not jerked off that day,
nor the night before.  The pleasure built.  He had spent the last few years
learning how to hold back, how to last long enough to please his partner.
Now he threw all that aside.  His fingers gripped her head.

   "Gonna cum!"

   Quinn's hands jerked faster on his shaft, mouth sucking even harder.  He
felt his semen start its journey, felt it swiftly flow up from his balls.
Before he could even give a final warning, he released.

   The girl's eyes doubled in size as her head stopped its bobbing, just
the head of his cock trapped in her mouth.  He felt pulse after pulse
travel through him.  Saw her eyes slowly close, mouth once again gently
sucking.  He closed his own eyes, body falling back against the front door.
His hands caressed her head.

   "God, that's good..."

   He opened his eyes.  Hers were still closed.  As she pulled herself away
from him, he saw her swallow, then swallow again.  Her lips went again to
his now softening cock, tongue shooting out to give it a few final licks.
Her expression was one of...  bliss.

   The two stayed as they were for a long moment, silent.  Dan's hands
could not stop caressing her hair.

   "How was it?" he asked finally.  "Was it what you wanted?"

   "Mmm...  better." Her eyes opened, rising to meet his.  "It was
incredible.  I mean, your taste!  It's so warm, so flavorful!"

   "Thank you." That was a first for him.  She stood, legs a bit unsteady.
As were his own.  Quinn grabbed at the wall, steadying herself as she
adjusted her glasses.  Her mouth broke into a grin.

   "OK!  So, I'd like to drink you every morning before school!"

   "What?"

   "I've got to drink this for breakfast!  It has got to do a body good! 
You pass my house, so just leave early and I'll drain you before we head to
school!  Just save it up for me!  OK?"

   He blinked.  She just stood there, those green eyes and magnificent
breasts staring back.  Was she insane?

   Who cared.

   "It's a date."

   ****

   Edited by Packrat

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