Climax - Safe and Sound Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 8 by 2kfsk

Franky’s eyes had already closed when the bubbliness of her private hot tub began to reach intolerable levels. She awoke and was immediately splashed by a bubble burst of cum exploding in her face. She squinted, and she dipped her hands in the pool trying to understand where the vibrations were coming from. What was happening?

“J…Jason?” Franky mewed. Her head knew that there was no way he could hear her. On the other hand, she was literally surrounded by Jason on all sides, so hopefully her plea for answers would reach him, in much the same way one’s prayers might reach a god. “What’s happening?”

This god remained elusive. But the rumbles only strengthened in fervor, and it made Franky uneasy.

“I don’t know about this!” Franky waded to the wall and placed her hands on it for some kind of purchase and stability. She was beginning to miss the gentler burps and gurgles from before; her heart was racing, and she knew something big was about to happen. “Brace yourself!” she screamed, mainly to herself, as the rumbling reached peak pitch.

On cue, the pool burst, launching Franky… up. Little rhyme or reason, just… up. She was carried by the thick and dense liquid which was now incredibly eager to leave this place. The girl flailed wildly and stopped, realizing a hair too late that she’d just been shoved through the same unpliable passage through which she’d entered. The force of her body, plus the massive pressure of the excited, thick, built-up juices coming up from behind her made it trivial to force her way through. She had no words, and she could only scream as she effortlessly glided onward and upward through Jason’s appendage.

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Up above, Jason’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure. “Oh fuck,” the young man moaned. The climactic build-up was reaching heights he’d never known it was possible to reach. What gives? Why on Earth did it feel this good, now!? And how could he recreate it?

All good questions. To be dealt with after he’d wrung the first rope out of his cock. And it emerged victoriously—the burst felt like the breaking of a dam in the best way. A rapturous sigh left Jason’s lips, and he moaned as an intense geyser of semen streaked from his cock, coming down and wrapping the ottoman in sticky juice. Another rope emerged that was a good deal less impressive but no less pleasurable, followed by several more. Jason never kept count, but as his tired, stroking hand was coated in more and more ropes, he couldn’t help but think he’d set a record of some kind today.

“Ah… ahhhh…”

Jason slouched back on the couch and allowed his dick to wither. He didn’t care. Unlike most orgasms that preceded an unavoidable ennui, this one was different. For the first time in what felt like years, he’d felt sexually satisfied. And aside from the choice of venue, there was nothing about his technique he could definitively point to that felt meaningfully different. Maybe this was just one of those one-in-a-million faps that was simply… golden.

It was a shame. If he could figure out how to replicate this, he’d do it all day, every day. Hell, he wouldn’t even need to worry about finding a girlfriend anymore. C’est la vie.

Then:

Cough… cough!!

That was weird. Jason could’ve sworn he heard… teeny tiny… coughing?

“J-Jason…!”

Jason shot up, and he looked at the roads of semen that were crisscrossing over his legs—and the couch… and the ottoman. Damn, he’d made quite the mess of things. But that mess wasn’t important to him. On the other hand, that tiny figure trudging up from the muck, coated head to toe in white slime… was. Incredibly important. Fatally important.

Franky hacked out some more inadvertently swallowed semen and called out again. “J-J-Ja—hicc—son!!” Her eyes were too painted over with cum to make out anything beyond blurs, but she could feel the familiar sensation of his fingers wrapping around her and lifting the girl up to his face. Another hand began to pluck ribbons of semen off of her skin, taking care to do so gently like Silly String to avoid them breaking off. Before long, she was only lightly doused with goop rather than totally saturated.

As she looked into his eyes, Franky was too tired to feel anything other than… relief. It’d barely been an hour or two since they last spoke, but the odyssey she’d just endured felt like it lasted for days. And here he was, her caretaker, her savior, ready to wash her off, grow her back, and tuck her in so that she’ll be well rested for school tomorrow. Somehow, the fact that Franky felt excited for school disturbed her; she must’ve been even more exhausted than even she thought.

“F-Franky…” This was all Jason could say. Someway, somehow… Franky had found herself caught inside of the biggest orgasm of his life. And a sinking feeling in Jason was incredibly concerned she may have advertently or not been its cause. What was he going to do?