"Oh no," he murmured, "I don't mind, I guess."
He leaned against the table and she grasped his cock and turned the head up and looked directly at it. She was bent over so she could get a better view and she watched the head turn from white to red and she felt the shaft defying the grip of her hand as his cock began to swell tremendously. Soon it stood erect and she released it and she marveled at its size and rigidity.
"Your reactions are very good," she said.
She pulled the chair over to where he was standing, and she sat down. She could see his balls now and she reached out and cupped them in the palms of her hands.
"These must set some kind of record," she said. "I wish I had a scale."
She continued to cradle his balls and one of her fingers scratched at the very sensitive spot between his legs, behind his balls, and just under his asshole.
"I want a sample of your emission," she said, "Will you let me have some?"
He assented, and she quickly got up and found a beaker, "Put it all in here," she said. The subtlety of her voice failed to hide her excitement.
"Get up on the table on your hands and knees." she told him, and pushing his clothes off on the floor, he did so. His big balls hung straight down and his stiff dong pointed toward his upper body. She placed the beaker on the table under the head of his big cock.
"Shoot it all in here," she told him.
"I can't. It just won't come out."
"I know. I'll help you."
He felt her fingertips on the small of his raised back and the fingers of her other hand around his cock. With her cock hand she pumped his tool gently, and the other hand left the small of his back and began to travel through the furry, damp crease of his ass. Methodically, she pumped his cock, lightly she teased the hair around his asshole. Then, he felt her open mouth on his hip. She tongued him along his side, and then she bit lightly along the outside of his thigh. She pushed her finger to the opening of his ass and slowly, in rhythm with her pumping of his cock, she massaged it around and around, each time putting her finger in a little deeper. It felt good, but still he didn't feel the need to shoot his load. She sensed this and prepared to take other measures.
"You're too tense," she said, "let us relax and enjoy it." Her hands left him then and he raised up off the palms of his hands and knelt straight up on the table. She went around to the front of the table and stood there and unbuttoned her clothes. Under her white smock she wore a tight-fitting dress, which she unbuttoned as far as it would go, that is, down to her waist. She pulled the dress off her shoulders and the top half of it collapsed around her substantial hips. She had on a half slip, so only her bra stood between Blazer's bulging eyes and the meat of her breasts. She folded her arms behind her and soon the bra lost its form and became just a piece of cloth as she let it fall away from her magnificent titties.
She looked at him and she cupped and squeezed her melons. His tempered tool became harder and gained an inch. Now she came over to him, and with his kneeling there, her breasts came right up to his hungry cock. She stood there in front of him and by swaying from side to side, she batted her tits against the hard purple head of his dick. Then she stopped and placed his cock between her boobies and, squeezing them tightly together, she rubbed his prick between them. She closed her eyes for a while and then said, "The heat is fantastic. It's unbelievable. I wish I had some way of measuring it."
"How does it feel?" he managed to ask.
"Wonderful. But I want your come in this jar, not running down my stomach. So we'd better do something else."
Abruptly she stepped away from him. "Get it back over the beaker," she said. He went back down onto the palms of his hands and stuck his ass back up in her air. She checked the beaker under his cock and softly went around behind him.
"Empty your balls for me," she whispered. He felt her reach between his legs and grasp his cock, all that she could that extended beyond his giant hanging balls, and she gripped it firmly and squeezed it and rotated her closed hand around it. And then, he felt it. It was a warm, wet, almost ethereal sensation at first. The lightness of its touch forced him to concentrate all his attention on it, but then it became more pronounced, and he could relax somewhat and enjoy it, yes, her tongue was tickling his asshole. Through her hand around his cock she could feel him responding, through her ears she could hear him moaning, and knowing that she was bringing him off, she pushed her nose, chin, and mouth deeper into his crack and sucked, blew, licked, and nibbled at his asshole.
Her right hand milked his cock and her left hand cradled and rubbed his balls. She heard him grunt and felt his anus dilate and her tongue plunged into the hot passage. She felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk and she knew that he was coming. Quickly, she left her station at his backside and ran around to make sure that he was ejaculating into the beaker. She got there just before the mess began to flow, she saw his cock jerk madly just like an unmanned firehose with a full head of water coming from the nozzle. She grabbed it and aimed it toward the beaker. She held it tight lest it jump from her grip. He gave a short howl and began to come. It shot from his dick in a pencil thick stream, it hit the inside of the beaker and splashed out over her hand which held the beaker. It was hot, almost scalding, instantly she aimed the shooting cock down farther in an effort to catch all she could. The bottom of the beaker was covered and still out his come came. Now it was coming rapidly up the sides of the glass.
"I'll have to get another beaker," she said aloud. Soon, however, the stream of come had reduced to a thinner stream and she could feel his cock deflating somewhat. The beaker was almost full and the come inside was so thick that it didn't slush but, instead, it lazily rolled around like heavy cream. Blazer's dick was now dripping come into the beaker.
"Is that all? Do you have any more?" she asked and she pulled on his softening cock, and Blazer responded with three strong explosive shots into the glass. She took her hand away and Blazer collapsed on his stomach. He lay there and watched her through glazed eyes as she hefted the beaker in her hand, "So much of it!" she marveled, "Never have I seen so much. Back home we made a bull elephant… " Her voice trailed off into unintelligible mutterings as she examined the contents of the beaker. She looked at it closely, she smelled it, and finally, she dipped a finger into the white fluid and from there put it into her mouth. Then she glanced at Blazer just before she put the whole beaker to her lips. Blazer's cock began to grow warm again as he watched the young Oriental girl drink his thick cream She didn't drink it all because, she said, she still wanted to have it examined in the laboratory. She set the beaker down on the desk and when she came toward Blazer, he could see that the thick stuff was covering her upper lip. She saw him looking at it and she tongued it off slowly so as to prolong the taste, and Blazer's dick got harder. So hard it became that he rolled over on his back. She still had her breasts bared and when she leaned over him, looking into his face, they hung ripely down near his chest and he could feel the hairs on his own breast reaching out for them.
"Do you always come that much?"
"I donno. I've never caught it in a cup like that before."
"In my country they would make you a priest, and all the women in the village would come to you at least once a month. And all the young girls would enter your hut as children and leave as women. Men would drink your urine to keep themselves potent. You would be the most important, most respected man for miles around."
"I don't get it. Why?"
"Because of this." She reached behind her and grasped his cock. Immediately, it grew harder and she couldn't bring herself to let it go. She held it as she continued to talk, "Your come would be mixed with blood and sprinkled on the land to make the crops grow. Artists would copy your erect cock in jade. You would give some of your come to your favorite women so that they could rub it onto their skin and thus always stay soft and young looking. Haven't you ever heard of a 'comely' woman? Mothers would mix your come in their baby's milk or rub their own breast before suckling their young to insure that the children would grow up to be fertile. And when you died, you'd be a God; women would come and impale themselves on a stone replica of your cock."