The Cum Shot Party

This is an alternate ending for “Cum Shot Party written by Jaydice2003, back in 2004. I hope he doesn’t mind me making Jason a little less of a wimp and seeing that Beth gets what’s coming to her. I read the story and thought that Jason needed a stage to get his manhood back. The moderators at Literotica rejected the story many times no matter if I fixed it up. The bottom line was that they censor…that’s right The ugly head of CENSORSHIP is alive and well there. I abide by their rules but what it comes down to is that it is a wimp husband, humility site. If you like that stuff, in other words if you are a wimp creep then please go to that site. If you deplore censorship then let the moderators there know of your feelings.


I just gave it to him.
“Drop them in! Drop them in!” The room started to chant.

Carl smiled and let go. Both my wife’s rings plunged into the glass of cum. My stomach wrenched. Another guys cum! On her fucking engagement ring and wedding band!

The guys in the room yelled.

She raised the glass, said “Thanks Marcus!” and drank it. She let the cum slid out the glass slowly this time, and let the rings slide down the sides and caught them in her lips. She took them out and held them up for all the guys to see.
She stuck out her tongue and licked them off a little bit. The previous from the original story.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had watched from the edge of the circle of drunk men, whose brains were being completely controlled by their balls. Beth had already drank Carl’s cum down and was now licking the cum off her wedding rings. My co-worker, Tony, still had his hand jammed down in her pants feeling her cunt. She had one hand on his crotch and was squeezing it while she licked her wedding rings clean.

She started to put the still slippery rings on her fingers, laughing all the while. “Thanks Marcus, that was delicious cum.” Beth smiled at Marcus while her wedding rings bounced on the floor. Some drunken slob stepped on her wedding ring. It bent under the pressure of his weight. He picked the ruined piece of jewelry up. Another man saw the wedding ring and looked to find the engagement ring. He saw it and slipped it into his pocket.

“Finders keepers” he yelled drunkenly. Beth screamed for him to give her the ring but he left the circle. “That rock’s gotta be worth a couple of grand and a slut like you don’t really need them.” The man, James Wilson, pushed out of the circle right into my arms.

“Hey mother fucker…that’s stealing.” I said while collaring him.

” Who the hell are you asshole?” he slurred.

” I’m the asshole that paid for the ring mother fucker,” I yelled and hit him a good uppercut, which dropped him on the floor. I stood over him and took out my cell phone. I had the police on speed dial because we had several home invasions in our neighborhood. I told the police that I wanted to report a theft at a wild party that there was a lot of cocaine snorting going on. That would get the police moving.

I planted my feet over the prone figure of the man who had tried to steal Beth’s rings. The raucous circle was dead quite. On my hip I had what looked like a blackberry but in reality was a stun gun. It hooked to my belt and for all practical purposes it looked just like the popular electronic. It had a punch of almost a million volts.

Carl was the first one to taste it’s sting as he became enraged that I had interrupted his party in such a fashion. He still didn’t know that I had summoned the police. He came at me cursing and drunkenly swinging at me. I was cold sober by now and I side stepped and hit him under the rib cage with the stunner. He went blank and collapsed to the floor with his friend.

The rest of the party had seen the entire thing. One minute the women were all talking and laughing to each other when I hit the ring thief. They looked to see what had happened. They saw Carl burst from the lewd circle and come at me. Then they witnessed Carl drooping to the floor like a sack of shit, how fitting.

The crowd had parted and there was Beth. Tony had pulled her pants down to her knees and his cock was buried in her from behind. She was holding a half empty shot glass of cum. Cum was dripping from her chin and down the front of her blouse. She looked at me drunkenly while she tried to shove the bent wedding band on her finger. It wouldn’t fit. “Don’t try Beth… they don’t fit you anymore. You better get used to not having them on.”

Her drunken expression was one of slow comprehension. Her eye’s filled with tears. Tony kept fucking her. He reminded me of a dog I once tried to get off my mom’s prized poodle. I hit it over the head and I sprayed ammonia in it’s eye’s. It just looked at me with it’s long tongue lolling out, and kept fucking Mom’s poodle. It’s funny, the images that come to mind at strange times. here I was standing over two prone bodies and Beth was standing, slightly bent, while my co-worker kept fucking her.

Tears ran down her face to mingle with the cum. Oh my God Jason…I’m so sorry.” She pleaded for my forgiveness. At no time did she try to pull away from Tony’s cock. While she was pleading several things happened. the first was that Tony started to coming in her cunt. The second was that Beth herself had a big orgasm. She was pleading for me to forgive her and at the same time moaning and grunting as her orgasm hit.

The third thing that happened was the blue uniforms started to push their way into the house. I found out later that sever cars had met at their favorite restaurant about a mile away. The thought of a cocaine bust brought them eagerly to Carl’s house. There must have been twenty of them. They all liked to get on the police report of a drug bust. I noticed that several of them went to the back of the house and one returned, ushering three young girls with them. It turned out that they were only fifteen and were trying to get away.

Three cops came to me and I held out my stun gun in surrender. I mean they had drawn guns. I told them that I was the one that called them. About then a whoop from several cops signaled that they had found a large silver plated with a couple of ounces of coke still in it. The attitude of the police changed toward me immediately. I was the one responsible for making them look good. I looked to see Beth, now that her orgasm had passed, trying to get off Tony’s cock.