“Oh my goodness!” Jamie blurted.

“What is it?” Clifford asked. “Bad dream?”

“Not exactly,” Jamie said, after catching her breath. “I was sculpting you. Maybe it was for that pin up thing. I did a really good job, too. You were so lifelike. Even your penis was perfect, not that it isn’t in real life.”

“But I was made of clay?” Clifford interjected.

“Not exactly clay,” Jamie explained. “Some kind of sculpture material. It was soft and pliable but it firmed up pretty quickly.”

“My penis too?”

“Especially your penis,” Jamie said. “It had a really nice feel to it. I couldn’t resist touching it. Molding it into shape, you know. Fondling it, I guess you could say. Stroking it. And then suddenly, oh my goodness!”

“What?”

“You started to come. The stuff just blasted out of your cock. It practically knocked me over. I didn’t know how to stop it. You wouldn’t turn off.”

Clifford chuckled.

“It wasn’t all that funny,” Jamie said. “It just kept coming and coming. More and more cum. Oceans of it. And it was rising up, getting higher and higher, my feet, my ankles, my legs, and at first it was all cum-like, you know, kind of soft and syrupy, but as it grew it hardened, so much so that I wasn’t able to move. I was trapped in an ocean of your cum.”

“Oh no,” Clifford said.

“Yeah,” Jamie affirmed. “It rose up between my inner thighs, but then, when it touched the lips of my pussy, it tickled. And then a little wave of it hit my clit, and it did more than tickle. It made my cunt open. It really turned me on. And my cunt was so hot, it just melted the cum and slurped it right up. Each slurp was like a jolt of orgasm. Oh Gosh, Clifford, I came and I came, and after a time my cunt sucked up all your cum. Whew!”

“What happened to me?” Clifford wanted to know.

“I guess you disappeared along with your cum.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Clifford stated. “Would you like to—?”

“What I need to do now is take a nap,” Jamie said. “Ask me again in an hour or two.”