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She was an attractive divorcee, and a lot of fun to talk to. I
had no idea she would say "That sounds like a great
idea!" when I
suggested she join my wife and me for an evening. And the lack of
resistance when I asked Jan about it didn't really make me feel
too badly.
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Here we were together in the hotel suite after an evening of
din-
ing and dancing. Sally liked Tuborg Gold Tequila and Jan liked
Manhattans. I was all set for both. We sat and had a few drinks,
when Sally asked Jan to join her in a joint. She never had be-
fore, but was willing to try. I had just quit smoking a few years
before, so didn't dare join them.
Well, it wasn't long, with pot and whiskey, and three people who
had known each other for a few years, before the atmosphere
became
very, very comfortable. I finally suggested turning off the
lights and lying down and they both agreed.
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It was pitch dark, and my clothes were off in a flash. Lying
there in the middle of the king size bed, I was growing with an-
ticipation, hearing them both undressing on either side of the
bed. Sally lied down first and I put my arm around her, kissing
her gently. Her skin was so soft, and I had never touched her be-
fore. As I felt the bed move when Jan sat down, I rolled over on
my back, taking her in my other arm. Her breasts were larger, and
her perfume sweet, and she snuggled in closely.
I was in ecstasy, feeling both of them in my arms, and their
thighs against mine. Both of their hands were exploring my chest
and abdomen. Suddenly I realized that I could feel their lips and
bodies, but I could no longer feel their hands. They had reached
across and were exploring each other intimately. I could begin to
feel their hips writhe as their fingers found each others clits
and reached inside.
Then they began kissing my nipples, and running their tongues
across my
belly and into my belly button. Their tongues met on the tip of
my pe-
nis as they were kissing the shaft on each side at the same time.
(Two
tongues on my cock at the same time, and then an alternate seesaw
battle taking turns sucking and engulfing it) And always not
being
able to more than guess where their hands were.
Sally climbed on top and I guided Jan to sit down behind her. Jan
reached around and held Sally's breast with one hand and her
pussy with
the other while she pressed her breasts against Sally's back. She
had
me deep inside her and I could feel Jan's finger occasionally
drop down
and squeeze the base of my hard cock. Sally was coming already,
and we
squealed with her. She had never had anything like this happen to
her
before, and I found out later how many times we would repeat the
same
wonderful "trip".
I moved over to the side of the bed for a short break. Jan wasn't
ready to rest, though. She began kissing Sally's breasts, and in
no
time, she was getting hot again. I had turned on a bathroom light
in
the meantime, and now I could just barely make out the two
figures next
to me. Jan began to inch down, constantly licking Jan's belly
with her
tongue and beginning to lick her thighs. Maybe it was the pot or
maybe
it was the electricity, but Jan's knees came apart as Sally lied
down
between her legs, and caressed her crotch with her tongue. Jan's
hands
went to her head, and immediately her tongue was inside. She
reached
over and held me with one hand while Jan writhed to another
climax.
Now it was Jan's turn. I rolled over on top, and she guided me
inside.
She was smooth and warm and very, very active. I pulled out
before
long, wanting to prolong the ecstasy. I'm glad Sally was there,
be-
cause Jan was very hot. Sally kissed her on the lips, played with
her
tongue, and then immediately buried her head in Jan's lap. Jan's
hips
raised high, and I could tell her tongue was all the way inside.
She
came very quietly, altogether different than Sally. But it was
obvi-
ously intense. I thought I was going to have to give her
resuscitation
for a moment.
They both had another drink and a joint, and now it was time to
learn
to do the grinds. We had teased Sally that she never could do the
bumps and grinds, so Jan decided to teach her. With the music on
and
the lights up, nothing but laughs could be the result watching
those
two beauties teach each other to do a sensuous dance with too
much
booze (and without too much success!!)
And then it was my turn. After the lights were turned down, and
the
laughs settled down, they both decided that I hadn't seen nothin'
yet!
They both kissed me all over, one filling my mouth with their
tongue
and the other playing deep throat. I liked it when they both
kissed my
nipples at the same time, running their hands over my balls and
cock.
Finally I rolled on top of Jan. Sally wanted to guide me in, so
we
both let herfumble around and finally I was deep inside. Sally
reached around between my legs, caressing my balls and squeezing
my
shaft. Jan's hips moved faster and faster and I was on fire.
There
was no turning back now. I could feel Sally's tongue in my ear as
I
screamed and exploded. It was almost more than I could handle.
But..as you can see... somehow I must have survived!!!
--
It was 9:30. I knew she would be starting soon, so I was in a
hurry.
Every night around 9:45 it started, almost like clockwork, and
rarely
the same guy. I'm talking about the woman that lives in the
apartment
below mine. I'd hear her every night, right about this time, when
she
would start up. Her screams would echo through the floor to my
bedroom,
just loud enough to hear if I wasn't doing anything else. I moved
my TV
and video camera into the room, and then lowered the camera out
the
window, and down to hers. The suction cup with the microphone in
it
held the camera about a foot away from her window, and since she
never
bothered to close her drapes, I had a clear view of everything
that
happened in her bedroom. She always kept the lights on, which was
fine
with me, saved me from having to rig up an infrared camera. When
I got
the camera in place, I switched on the TV, and sat back to watch.
She
was already getting started, standing at the foot of her bed,
opening
her robe for the guy laying on the bed waiting for her. She
didn't give
it to him just yet though, she slowly parted her robe, then
licked a
finger, and traced it around her nipple, making it stand tall.
She
tugged and pulled at it, twisting it between her fingers, as she
moved
her other hand down between her thighs. She slipped a finger out
of
sight between her legs, and a smile crossed her lips as she slid
it back
and forth. She leaned against the bed with her knees for support,
so I
guess she was enjoying herself. She shrugged her shoulders, and
the
robe slipped to the floor, revealing the whole reason for my
rigging up
this camera. Her tits stood tall and firm on her chest, and her
body
was almost perfectly formed, with maybe a little extra weight on
her
belly and ass. She knelt down on the bed, and reached up and
pulled the
sheet off of the man's body. He rolled over on his back, his cock
standing straight up as he did, and her sliding slowly up his
legs to
it. She takes it in both hands, and pulls the tip down to her
mouth,
flicking her tongue out to catch the drop at the end. She then
swallows
it all, in one big gulp, and draws it back out again. Sucking and
licking it, she gets it wet and slimy, ready for what she wants.
I've
watched her many times before. She likes the taste of cock, but
LOVES
the feel of it up inside her. She pumps it slowly with her hand,
as she
slides up his body, then pauses over it. She rubs the head of it
up and
down her slit, then takes the head and inserts it in her cunt.
Holding
it there for a moment, she flicks her clit a few times, then lets
herself fall. I can tell she has her first orgasm right then, and
the
guy jumps at her sudden move, and grabs her shoulders. Then he
reaches
down and takes her by the ass, lifting her up slightly, settling
his
hips, then begins to thrust up into her. As her orgasm settles,
she
smiles and bends forward, tracing her tongue over his face, down
his
throat, and across his chest. He bounces her up and down on his
cock,
as she nips and bits at his nipples, causing him to pump her
harder in
retaliation. Once he gets a good rythm going, she starts what
I've been
waiting for. As he pumps harder and harder into her, she begins
to lose
contact with reality. She sits back up and her head rolls back.
Her
eyes, when open, have the glazed look I know so well. She begins
to
moan load enough for my mike to pick it up and bring it to me. I
turn
up the volume, because this is what I like the best. She moans
louder
and louder, as he learns what it is she likes. He grabs hold of
her
tighter, pulling her down onto him harder with each thrust,
pounding
away into her, and she loves it. She's starting to wail, her
cries
going up and down the scale, exciting him even more. He takes her
and
holds her tight, then flips her over, so she is on the bottom and
he is
on the top now. He pulls back, and then slams it home, like she
did
when she started it all, and then goes to pumping, hard and fast,
shaking the bed with each thrust. She turns her head an screams,
long
and loud, and I see it all because she's facing the camera when
she does
it. She's started on another orgasm, and she's probably crushing
his
dick every time he pounds into her, because he's getting more and
more
excited with every thrust. As hard as he's pounding into her, I
expect
the bed to collapse under them at any minute. She's screaming and
jerking around on the bed, yelling her head off, bucking up at
him so
hard it's a wonder he can stay in her. Her screams and moving
around
have obviously gotten to him, because he bends down and lays on
top of
her, burying his head in the sheets next to her, and holding her
down.
She kicks and screams, twisting the sheets in her hands, ripped
by
orgasms, as he pounds into her as hard as he can. Then, he jerks
upright, and thrusts into her hard one last time, and holds it.
His
dick must be jumping around a hell off alot, because she goes
wild.
He's holding onto her hips, and she's thrashing around on the bed
under
him, screaming as loud as she can, shoving her hips into his
crotch as
hard as she can, until she pushes him back onto his heels. She
calms
down and looks up at him, sitting back on his heels with her
hanging out
of his lap. She says something to him that I can't hear, and they
start
laughing, and she slips down his legs to the bed. His cock slides
out
of her, and it is still twitching, so she rolls around and puts
her head
in his lap, taking his cock in her mouth. He rolls back his eyes
in the
back of his head, and she licks him clean, sucking the last of
his cum
out of his cock. Limp at last, it slips from her mouth as he lies
down
next to her, and I go to the bathroom to take care of myself
before she
starts round two...
What a night Last night! Ouch! My whole body aches, but it's
the kind of ache I crave. No work today, that's for sure. I can
just imagine the shocked looks on the faces of the girls in the
office if they knew how I get my sexual pleasure. The reserved,
prim and proper public relations specialist, whom everyone thinks
is so delicate and sweet. I'm only 25-years old, beautiful,
blonde,
with a great body and a high paying job. That's why I can
envision
those old cows in the office puking up their lunches if they knew
that my cunt floods like a burst dam whenever I have a fist
shoved
up mu asshole. That's right, I make no bones about what I am --
The
Fist Fuck Queen of the Big Apple. The closer to the core of my
bowels, the riper I become!
I can remember when I lost my anal cherry to a fist so vividly
that it seems as if it happened moments ago, though in actuality,
it's been almost a year. I started going out with Brad, and I
knew
from the moment we laid eyes on one another that the only thing
on
his mind was fucking me. He thought he was hot shit, a big stud.
The arrogant bastard even started boasting about putting his
"whopper between my buns." So one night, I gave in to
the
inevitable. In all honesty, I've never been one to turn down a
cock, especially a big one!
Brad had a big one, all right, about nine inches. When I first
saw his prick, proud and erect, I remember having the
overwhelming
desire to devour it. I think even he was surprised at the way I
deep-throated his meat. As the head of his cock intruded deep
into
my larynx, and gurgling gasps of pleasure escaped from my mouth,
Brad started playing with my cunt, ramming his fingers in and
out.
But he shot his load down my throat before I had the chance to
let
his fingers lead me to my own orgasm.
Since his prick wasn't able to return to active duty yet, I
guided his hand to my pussy and motioned for him to put his
fingers
back to work. At first, Brad inserted two fingers into my open
box.
It felt so good that I moaned for him to put another one in. He
was starting to enjoy himself, also. He worked three fingers into
my
cunt, rhythmically twisting them in and out. I was soon bathed in
my own joy juice. And then, before I knew it, Brad had shoved all
five fingers inside of my wet hole. At first, I was scared that
he
was going to rip my cunt open, but as his wrist disappeared into
my
vagina, an uncontrollable surge of exultation began welling up in
the pit of my stomach, spreading in great waves down to the pulse
of my womanhood. Brad's fist plowed into my pussy, and I began to
shake in the throes of a giant orgasm.
After he slid his hand out, literally soaking wet, I needed a
few minutes to recover. But as my orgasm subsided, my desire to
be
filled up increased. It was as if my eyes had just been opened to
a
whole new world. I knew then and there that a cock, even Brad's
large one, would never again be able to fully satisfy me. I
wanted
something bigger, longer, harder, more exciting. I wanted a fist!
I had read about how popular anal fist fucking had become, and I
was always curious about it. I always like to try new things,
especially in sexual matters. So I told Brad that I wanted him to
fist fuck me up my asshole. He stared at me in disbelief,
stammering. He was scared. He made excuses: he would rip my
asshole
open and cause me internal damage; he would get shit all over his
arm; the idea was "weird and for fags." But I told him
that if he
didn't do what I wanted, that would be the end of out
relationship,
the end of our deep throat sessions. That did the trick.
I knew from my reading that certain steps had to be taken if
fisting was to be enjoyed. I also knew that the preparation would
only serve to add to my excitement and enjoyment. Step one was to
clean out my bowels with an enema. I kept an enema bag in the
house
for medical purposes, but was never really into using it for sex.
But when Brad inserted the nozzle into my puckered hole, a shiver
of excitement raced through my body. As the water made its
journey
into my intestines, my heart started beating faster, knowing that
the passageway was being cleared for Brad's fist. And when I shit
out the enema I felt relief, not because the pressure was
released
from my bowels, but because I knew it wouldn't be long before I
felt Brad's fist corkscrewing its way deep into my chocolate
channel.
But there was still another step to take. Opening a large jar of
Vaseline, I told Brad to scoop up a few globs and massage it
thoroughly on his hand and up his arm. When the length of his arm
and hand glistened from the petroleum jelly, I felt confident
that
the time was at hand, if you'll pardon the expression.
I got down on all fours, propped up by a pillow, and spread my
ass cheeks as wide apart as possible. Then Brad plunged one of
his
Vaseline coated fingers into my asshole, which was pleading to be
plundered. When he put his second finger in, I could feel my
sphincter begin to relax, lubricated by the jelly and my own
juices. When his third finger plunged into the inner sanctum of
my
rectum, my clit actually started to tremble. Easing his fourth
digit in, Brad began swirling his fingers deeper into my dirt
tunnel. I didn't feel any pain, I just felt intense ecstasy. It
was
as if the sensitive nerve endings of my anus were singing out in
joy! When Brad finally squeezed his thumb into my asshole, and
all
five fingers danced around inside my most intimate of orifices, a
great emotion seized my entire body.
As if possessed, I yelled, "More! Shove your fist all the
way
in!" Brad, caught up in the moment, did just that. I could
feel my
anus opening to accommodate his entire fist. My bowels sucked up
Brad's hand like a giant vacuum! He pushed his arm in and out of
my
shit passage. Brad, too, had become excited; his breathing was
heavy and labored. As for me, I was past the point of no return.
My
orgasm started somewhere in my intestines, gathering momentum
until
my clit vibrated and my pussy felt as if it was going to burst! I
came, and came, and passed out!
After that night, every time I saw Brad I demanded that he fist-
fuck me. Yet he seemed to be growing more and more tentative. I
think that he thought he was turning gay or something, the
intensity just wasn't there. And I was damned if I was going to
give up what had become my greatest joy, fisting. I liked Brad's
big dick when he fucked me the regular way, but I was determined
to
have what I really wanted.
That's when I met Tim. A mutual friend introduced us. We had
dinner, hit it off right away, and went back to my place. He
wasn't
classically handsome, but he had vivid blue eyes which seemed to
burn a hole through my body into my soul. The sexual chemistry
between us was magical. I told him how badly I wanted to please
him, and how badly I wanted him to please me. But I also told him
I
was "different" sexually, that I craved the
"unusual." He responded
that he'd been involved in every possible sexual scene, and the
kinkier the better! That's when I knew that I had found the ideal
lover. And that's also when I told him that I was a devotee of
fisting.
Tim wasted little time getting down to business. First, he
licked my clit and tongued my pussy. Then, when I was good and
excited and on the brink of coming, he turned me over. I didn't
quite know what to expect next. I felt Tim's smooth tongue
sliding
along the crack of my asshole. He then descended straight down to
my bunghole. His tongue flickered around the opening. The
prodding
of his tongue against my tight rosebud felt so very good. He was
lapping away, almost as if there was buried treasure deep within
my
asshole. Then Tim's tongue struck gold, brown gold, as it
burrowed
right into my asshole. He pushed his tongue as deep inside as
possible, and it didn't take much of his ass lapping to make me
come.
Tim asked me where I kept the Vaseline. I told him, and he went
and got it. When he returned, he spread my ass cheeks apart,
stretching them to their limit, then liberally began spreading
the
grease around my anus. His fingers darted in and out of my
asshole,
basting my insides with the lubricant. What a great feeling!
Asking me if I was ready, Tim quickly inserted his middle finger
into my asshole. Then, without warning, he rapidly jammed his
four
other fingers inside, in one fluid motion. I was breathless. He
wasn't anything like Brad, unsure of himself. Tim knew what he
was
doing, and how to do it!
In the next instant, Tim's whole fist was pushing its way into
my hershey highway. I was soon overcome by the sheer speed and
firm
strength of his motion. When his fist was buried in my asshole up
to his wrist, I surely thought he world stop, Brad always had,
but
Tim's fist continued to pile drive its way deeper into my anus. I
could feel his arm inching its way into my stomach. I was
stunned,
but my screams were those of pleasure, not pain. It soon felt as
if
his arm was punching out my intestines, his fingers wiggling deep
inside, where no man had ever gone before. His arm was buried to
the elbow.
Becoming like a wild animal in heat, I bucked and thrashed about
the bed, frantically rubbing my clit as if my hands had a life of
their own. Needless to say, when I came I saw stars! it took me a
couple of hours to come down from that sexual high!
From that incredible night on, Tim and I have been inseparable.
No, we don't always use fisting as part of out lovemaking; some
nights the missionary position is enough to provide terrific
orgasms. But whenever Tim does fist fuck me, you better believe
that it's special. We've also come up with countless variations
of
fisting. I won't soon forget the night tim first rammed an
18-inch
dildo up my ass, then his own cock, then his fist, in rapid
succession. That was wild. And I still cream when I think about
the
time that Tim simultaneously fucked me in the cunt with his cock
and in the ass with his fist. He pounded away in unison, pumping
both his prick and hand in and out of my respective holes. We
both
came like gangbusters! And I'm still trying to take both fists up
my asshole. So far the most I've managed to accomplish has been
one
hand and one finger of his other hand. But I'm sure that if we
keep
on trying, I'll be able to accomplish the feat one day; practice
makes perfect!
But last night was one of my most satisfying yet. Tim and I had
an intimate, romantic dinner, candlelight and the whole works. We
were both incredibly horny and we almost ripped each other's
clothes off. After some heated foreplay which included a most
satisfying 69 session, we were ready for the main event. Tim gave
me an enema, greased up, and was soon ready to fist his way into
my
heart, not to mention bowels! Yet there was something different
about him: he was more animated than ever. He seemed to take
almost
maniacal pleasure in thrusting his fist in and out of my asshole.
When he sensed my orgasm was at hand he uttered, "Darling, I
want this night to be special. I know how badly you've wanted to
take both hands up your ass, but since we're not at that point
yet,
let's do the next best thing." I didn't know what he meant,
but I
was soon to find out.
Continuing his frantic fist fucking into the deep recess of my
bowels, Tim suddenly plunged his other hand into my cunt! Like a
piston, he worked both hands in and out at the same time, one
massaging my rectum, the other forcing my pussy to open wider
than
seemed possible, plunging his fist deep into my snatch, my cunt
felt like a whale swallowing up a passing ship. It was truly the
most exquisite feeling that I'd ever experienced. When I came, I
almost jumped two feet off the bed. It felt like an atomic bomb
had
been set off inside my body! But Tim wouldn't stop there. He kept
on fist fucking both of my intimate openings until I lost count
of
how many times I came. This kept up until he was too exhausted to
lift his arms and I was too sore to prod him on.
Fuck! Here I am thinking about last night and the sheets on my
bed are dripping wet. Now I'm horny again. I guess It's like when
you have a hangover. They say the best thing for it is the
"hair of
the dog that bit you." I guess the best thing for a sore
cunt and
asshole is the "hand of the stud that fucked you." What
did I do
with that damn phone? Oh, here it is. "Hello, Tim, my love,
why
don't you come over? I'll make lunch, then you can fist me
tonight!"
--
The Life and Times of a Cum-Queen
(An acquaintance of mine suggested that some of the Adult
Bulletin boards
he contacts with his home computer might be interested in my
story. I
wrote it down for him, and here it is.)
Hello. My name is Linda, and I'm 24 years old. I am about 5 foot
7
inches tall, and weigh somewhere around 125 pounds, depending on
when you
catch me. My measurements are 36C, 24, 35. I have dark black
hair, and I
guess you could say I'm pretty good looking, as I've never had
any trouble
attracting men. My eyes are green, and my best feature is
probably my
tits, although many guys also like my legs, which I keep trim and
lean
with a lot of bicycling and jogging. I have a master's degree,
income of
over $75,000 a year, own my own home and closets full of
expensive and
luxurious clothes, all of which I bought myself, thank you. I
work for a
large company in a major metropolitan area, and am pretty
outgoing and
friendly.
Now, with that out of the way, I thought I'd let you know why I
decided to put down some of my sexual experiences on paper. I've
been
sexually active since I was 15, from the first tentative petting
and
groping around with guys in high school, through various torrid
affairs in
college, and up to several fairly good and satisfying
relationships since
I graduated. I am not seeing any one particular man right now,
but that's
more or less the way I want it.
You might say that I have a particular fetish. I love semen.
Sperm.
Jizz. Cum. Jizzum. Whatever you care to call it, I love it. I
love the
feeling of cum on my body, almost anywhere I can feel it. I love
the warm,
wet, sticky feeling it leaves me with. I love the smell, the
starchy, kind
of acrid odor it has (although that varies from guy to guy). I
love the
feeling of it. I just love the thought of semen, and the fact
that it's my
attractiveness that makes a guy come. I love watching guys jerk
off for
me, and the more the merrier! Most of my early sexual experiences
were
jerking a guy off, or better yet, watching him do it himself, and
the
sight of that cock pulsing and then the little eye opening up and
the
semen spurting out just turns me on no end. And I think I'm
different
from most women in that regard. Most of my girlfriends seem to
get all
goofy at the thought of a guy's cum. They think it's messy or
icky or
something, and usually, in some manner, remove it from their
bodies as
soon as they can, either by rushing to the bathroom and holding
their
pussy lips open and dripping it all into the toilet, or wiping it
off with
a sheet or towel or something. NOT ME! I love the feeling of cum.
I can feel it when a guy comes in my pussy. I feel every shot, if
it's
strong enough. But I must admit, I'd rather see it than feel it.
So I
don't complain if the guy wants to pull out and come on my pubes
or belly
or wherever. When he does, I love to rub it around with my finger
and feel
it spreading over my skin. I shave my pussy lips and most of the
hair
around there, and just leave a little patch up top of my mound. I
guess
over the years I've rubbed gallons of semen into my skin, and I
hope to be
doing it for many years to come (no pun intended!).
Several guys I've dated liked to watch porno movies with me, and
if
you've ever seen one, you know that the highlight of them
invariably is
when the man pulls out of whatever hole he happens to be in and
jerks off
on the girl or girls with him. I'm not sure why the 'cum-shot' is
so
necessary, but I guess it has to do with enhancing the visual
aspect of
the fucking. Somehow, having the camera come in for a close-up on
some
gal's pussy and watching the cum drip out of it just doesn't seem
to do
the trick. I've read some comments on porno movies that talk
about how
dumb the cum shot is , and how it's not realistic, but hell, the
entire
concept of an adult movie is fantasy, not reality, right?
My favorite kind of cum-shot scene is when the guy sperms on a
girl's
face. I've kind of made a hobby of analyzing the various girl's
reactions
to the shots, and its really kind of interesting. Some girls turn
their
heads or lean back, as if they're afraid to get any of it on
them. Others
seem to really look forward to it, and you can tell they enjoy
getting
creamed. I say, if they're in that business, then you'd think
they get off
on all that cum and it's surprising how some of them can fuck and
suck
with total abandon, and yet when the guy cums towards their face,
they
duck out of the way. There's one male actor in particular who
I've seen
in a bunch of movies, I think his name is Peter North, who comes
like no
one I've ever seen before. I've seen him splatter some girls who
are lucky
they didn't drown in the stuff. The trouble with most guys I've
seen is
that they can't control where they shoot once they start - they
spray the
cum all over the place, and you're lucky if half of it lands on
the
target!
Anyway, like I said, I like watching 'face-cums', which I guess
is odd
for a woman. I understand they're popular with many guys. The
only thing I
like better than watching face-cums is DOING THEM! I think I'd
rather have
cum on my face than anywhere else on or in my body. For one
thing, it
turns the guy's on tremendously, and me too. The first time I
ever got
sperm on my face was almost by accident. We were fucking along,
and
somehow just as the guy started to cum, we got disconnected. His
cock
popped out of my pussy and he grabbed it and jerked on it and his
first
big shot came out and hit me right on the mouth! I jumped in
surprise and
could just lay there as he pumped the rest of his cum out on my
belly and
tits. But I licked my lips and loved the smooth, hot feel of his
cum on me
there. Sure, I'd given blow jobs for a long time, and was never
squeamish
about swallowing the cum if the guy wanted me to do that, but
usually the
cock was way back in my mouth when it came, and I never tasted it
or
anything.
Well, that kind of got me into it. Now, I much prefer my men to
pull
out and come up and explode all over my face if they can. I enjoy
regular
fucking and usually climax easily. But nothing tops a good round
of
lovemaking like having your partner show his appreciation by
pumping a wad
or two or three of hot, salty cum on your face. When that
happens, I can
feel my pussy walls contract and sometimes, but not always, I
even have
another orgasm. I rub the semen into my skin and lick it from my
fingers
if there's enough. I love to lay there for a few moments
afterwards and
feel it drying and cooling on my skin.
I've had cum in my mouth, on my lips, cheeks, chin, nose,
forehead,
neck, throat, eyes (it stings sometimes!), hair, boobs, belly,
pubes, ass,
back, legs, and feet. Except for places like between my shoulder
blades on
my back and maybe the soles of my feet, I think I've at some
point or
another had sperm on almost every part of my body. I even had one
guy cum
in my ear - now that was bizarre! I've had cum in my pussy, but
never in
my ass. My ass just isn't very sensitive to sexual play, I guess.
I've had
guys finger me there, but I didn't find it pleasurable, so I've
never let
anyone fuck me in the ass.
Sometimes at work if I'm daydreaming or thinking about fucking, I
like to
imagine scenes of guys I see around me ejaculating on my face. I
don't
usually date guys where I work, because I have a feeling that my
little
fetish might get me in trouble around here - the management is
very
conservative, and if they knew they had a mid-level employee who
went
around encouraging men to plant seeds on her face, they might not
take it
too kindly. Too bad for them!
Men are strange sometimes. They seem to love it when you let them
come
on your face, but they can't stand the idea of some other man
doing to
you. I told one guy I was dating, only half-joking, that I'd like
for him
to get about half a dozen guys to come home and fuck me some
night, and
I'd want each of them to cum on my face. He just about went crazy
- he
said that that was stupid and there's no way he'd ever let me do
that.
This from a guy who not 2 minutes earlier had pumped a massive
load of
jizz all over my cheek. I said that he had a lot of nerve telling
me that
he wouldn't let ME do it, after all it was my face I wanted wet,
not his.
But he just couldn't handle it, so we kind of broke up soon after
that. I
secretly hope his current girlfriend, if he has one, doesn't let
him cum
anywhere but up her pussy, and then she washes it out right away.
It'd
serve him right.
But, to get back to my main reason for writing this little tale,
I
thought it might be a kick to think about some of the better
splashings
I've had, tell you about them, and offer some advice to you
ladies out
there who may read this to help you adapt to a VERY SEXY new
wrinkle in
your relationships. I know that some of you may be a bit hesitant
about
this, (as I was) but I guarantee that once you get into it, it
becomes a
very arousing event. And your men will love it!
I just stopped for a few minutes and tried to think back and
calculate
the number of times I've gotten creamed in the last year. This
counts
multiple times by the same partner, too. It was over 70. I keep a
diary of
my appointments and dates, so as I went back over my evenings and
days
with some of my men friends, I found myself remembering the
events fairly
well, although a lot of it has tended to blend together. I'll try
to
highlight the most memorable ones for you all here, and I hope I
can
remember the best parts.
Last June I was seeing a man named Tony, a professional designer.
He
was kinda sexy and handsome, but not an Adonis by any stretch of
the
imagination. But he had a wonderful sense of humor and was very
honest and
open with me, and I liked that. We knew almost from the start
that we
probably wouldn't get really serious romantically, but we had a
good time
together, and that's what we both wanted. One evening after a
show and a
nice dinner, we went back to his place and had love for about
three hours.
I sucked him, he sucked me, we fucked and just in general wore
ourselves
out. He ate my pussy for about 45 minutes, and I must have come
about 10
times. Finally I got too sensitive and I had to make him stop. I
rolled
him over and got my mouth around his cock. His cock was not too
long,
about 6 or 7 inches, I guess, but it had a nice shape and was
always clean
and fresh. (That's another thing that I forgot to tell you about,
guys, if
you want a woman to stick her face all over your cock, make sure
it's
clean and doesn't smell like you haven't washed for a week!). His
balls
were nice, rolling around in his scrotum under my fingers. I
sucked his
shaft in all the way and pumped my mouth up and down for a while.
He put
his hands in my hair and guided me up and down, so I knew how
fast or slow
he wanted to go. Then I stopped for a second to catch my breath,
and I
asked him if he wanted to cum this way. Evidently it's very sexy
for a man
to hear a woman say "Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
because he just
groaned and said "Oh god yes" or something like that.
So I flipped over on my back and pulled him up straddling my
boobs and
put a pillow behind my head. I reached around him and grabbed his
ass-cheeks and pulled him back into my mouth. I had the tip of
his cock in
just past my lips, and could tighten my lips just past the edge
of his
glans. Then I started jerking the rest of his cock, pumping it
into my
mouth. I was looking up at him, and he was looking down at me,
and I could
tell that I had him completely in my power. I could have stopped
and told
him to jump out the window and he would have. I could feel his
shaft
pulsing and getting ready to cum, and his ass tightened up and
then I felt
the first spurt of cum back in my mouth. I quickly pulled his
cock out and
held it up to my face, still jerking. He shot out 6 or 7 spurts
of cum,
and it went up my face, over my eyes and into my forehead and
everywhere.
I could feel it on my lips and chin and across the bridge of my
nose, too.
I came again, a small one, but nice nonetheless, when he did.
Finally
he stopped shooting and I just rubbed the head of his cock around
on my
face, spreading the warm sperm around and smoothing it into my
skin. I
swallowed the bit I had in my mouth, and then opened my mouth and
showed
him that it was all gone. He leaned down and kissed me, and stuck
his
tongue in where his cock had just been. That was nice. I spent
the rest
of the night with him, and ended up the next day with his cum in
my pussy,
on my stomach, on my boobs, and once more in my mouth.
Another time I was out of town at a seminar, and there was nobody
else
from my company attending, so I figured I be able to really let
my hair
down and go wild without any problems. The first day there, I sat
with
these two guys who worked somewhere in the mid-west, and we got
to
talking. They seemed attractive enough, and certainly paid me a
lot of
attention, which I liked. We went to lunch, and then dinner
together, and
when one of them suggested (almost timidly!) that we three all go
back up
to his room for a nightcap, I said, sure why not. But I told them
I wanted
to stop at my room first to change and get comfortable. I could
see their
faces kind of droop, because I was wearing a pretty short skirt
and heels
and a light lace blouse, and they probably thought I was going to
change
into sweatpants and a tee-shirt or something. Normally I would
have, if I
was going to be alone. But I was feeling kinda kinky, and wanted
to give
these nice guys a treat they'd never forget. I always travel
prepared, so
I changed into the shortest skirt I had with me, a leather model
about six
inches long that's almost indecent, a red garter belt, white
stockings,
and took off my bra but kept the blouse. You could pretty much
see my
boobs right through it, but what the hell.
When I knocked on the door to the room and he opened it, I
thought he
was going to have a heart attack as soon as he saw me. I guess he
could
pretty well tell that I had sexual ideas on my mind, or I
wouldn't have dressed
like that. I didn't mind, as I did indeed have sexual ideas on my
mind. I sat on
the bed and stretched out my legs while the guys (I think their
names were
Barry and Ed) sat on two chairs. We chit-chatted for a while
about this
and that, and as we talked, I made sure my skirt rode up just
enough to
show the tops of my stockings, which wasn't much! Ed's eyes
popped out and
he said "Wow! You're wearing stockings!" or something,
and I blushed and
said, yes, do you like them? Well, one thing let to another and
in about
5 minutes both guys were lying next to me on the bed, sucking my
boobs.
I'd been in a few three-ways before, but not recently. I love the
feeling
of four hands on my body, or two sets of lips kissing me
everywhere. I
just laid back and enjoyed the feeling, as their hands roamed all
over my
body. I think they were both a little tentative about going
further south
on me, although Barry was rubbing my thighs up near my
stocking-tops. I
spread my legs a little farther apart to encourage him to go
higher, and
finally just unzipped the skirt and had him pull it off me
completely. My
blouse had come off earlier, so now I'm lying there on the bed in
my
garter-belt and stockings. I made the guys get undressed for me,
and they
both had fairly nice bodies, although Barry was a little too
chubby for
me. Then for the next half hour or so, they took turns fucking
me,
although I told them not to cum in me, but to save it, and when I
said it
with a gleam in my eye, I think they might have guessed what I
wanted. So
they took turns, and as one got close to the edge, he'd pull out
and relax
a bit by sucking on my boobs or kissing me, and the other one
climbed on.
It was very good for me, as I had nice hard cock in me for about
20
minutes straight, and I climaxed several times. I could see that
Ed's cock
was just about ready to burst, and Barry's was probably getting
close too.
I told them I wanted them to cum on me, in my sluttiest voice and
manner.
They just went nuts, and I maneuvered them so that they were
kneeling on
either side of my head, and I just went from cock to cock,
turning my head
and sucking the tip of one, then the other, and watching them
pump
themselves. I think they had never been this close to each
other's cocks,
as Barry got a bit soft at the beginning (guys are so weird like
that, get
one with a hard cock near another cock and pffft! sometimes), but
my mouth
can get any cock hard, so in a couple of minutes I had them both
just
about bubbling over.
"I want you guys to splatter me", I said in a hoarse
voice.
"Where? Can we cum in your mouth?" one of them said.
"Yes, yes, I want it there, all over my face, too" I
egged them on,
knowing that it would probably put them over the edge. Sure
enough, Ed
groaned and I felt his cock jerk and a spit of semen flew out and
hit me
on the side of the nose. I turned to him and opened my mouth and
he shot
again, this time right onto my mouth and lips. I heard Barry say
"Now,
NOW!" so I turned my head and was immediately drenched with
Barry's semen.
He was jerking his cock all over the place and the sperm was
flying out in
drips and drops rather than in streams. I felt it splatter around
on my
face, and then I felt Ed's cum hit me on the left side of my
cheek and
face. I loved it! Cum was raining down on me, and the guys were
grunting
and groaning like mad. Ed put his hand on my head and turned my
face
towards him, and pushed his cock at me and shot another couple of
streams
of cum at my mouth. While he was doing that, I could feel Barry's
cum
dripping all over the back of my neck and my right cheek and jaw.
By the time it all ended, I had sperm all over my face, in my
hair and
all over the place. I had drops of it on my boobs and neck, too.
The guys
just fell back, totally blown away (no pun intended). I guess
they'd never
seen anything like that before. I rubbed the warm sperm into my
skin,
noticing the different consistencies - Barry's was thinner and
more
watery, while Ed's was thick and much whiter, and had a slightly
less
tangy taste to it. While I rubbed their sperm in, Barry
masturbated me for
a few seconds and rubbed my clit very nicely, I guess hoping to
get me to
climax again. I did, just for him!
The next day we sat together again, and that night back in my
room I
gave them both really long, wet slurpy blowjobs and had them cum
in my
mouth. I blew them both twice, with about 45 minutes in between
when they
sucked my pussy in turns and I came about ten times or so, I lost
count it
was so good. Now there were two guys who definitely didn't want
to go home
when that conference was over!
Over the past few months I've fucked about 20 or 25 guys here and
there, mostly on one-night stands. One time I was at a club, just
relaxing
and having a drink and watching the people there. A guy came over
to me
and asked me to dance, and we danced a while. He was pretty
direct, and
when we got back to my table after a slow dance, when I could
feel his
cock hardening in his pants, he asked if I'd spend the night with
him. I
thought for a second or so, and then said yes, I would. But only
if he
could find some more entertainment for me. He said "what do
you mean?" and
I said I was in the mood for some real fucking, and could he find
some
more men. He said "How many?" and I said, half joking,
'oh, 7 or 8 will
do." His eyes widened and he said "You're not a pro,
are you" and I
laughed and said no, I just wanted a good old-fashioned gang
bang. (I'd
never been in one, but I was feeling slightly tipsy and just said
it on a
whim.) He gulped and said he'd make some calls, so he went and
called a
couple of friends of his who spread the word. An hour later I was
at his
apartment, doing a strip tease for 9 horny guys! Two were black,
which
was a first for me, too. They were laughing and drinking and
having a
good old time, and so was I, I'm afraid. I'd never been the
object of
attention for so many men at once, and I was half-scared,
half-anxious to
see what would happen. I've found that many men are good at
talking up a
good fuck, but when it comes right down to it, some of them lose
faith
when it's time to drop the drawers and have at it.
I told them that they'd all get to fuck me, but on my terms, and
if
any of them misbehaved or got rough I'd stop the whole thing. I
wasn't
too afraid of being raped or anything against my will, but you
can never
tell. So one after the other, I fucked them or sucked them, or
both at the
same time a couple of times. Of course, I told them to not cum if
they
could help it, because I wanted to show them something special
when they
did. One or two couldn't hold it, and shot their cum in my pussy,
and one
guy spermed my mouth, but that was OK by me, I enjoyed it all.
They made
sure that I had several climaxes, and my pussy was wetter than
I've ever
known it (it could have been the two big loads of semen in it
too!).
Finally I told them that it was time for the grand finale. I
really got
into the act now. I told them I was a "cum freak", and
wanted to see all
their cum shoot out of their cocks. I told them I ate cum, and
loved it on
my boobs and face and all over. I said I'd drink it out of a
glass if they
could fill it up. I really laid it on thick. Of course, the cum
dripping
from my mouth from the guy who came there didn't hurt the image.
So I stretched out on this guy's coffee table on a couple of
towels
and the nine guys gathered around me and started to jerk off.
What a
sight! Here I was, naked, cum drooling out of my pussy, with nine
hard
cocks of varying sizes and shapes and colors pointing at me, just
waiting
to explode. I fingered my pussy and clit while I watched them
jerk off,
all the time talking about watching their cum fly out and land on
me. The
first guy to cum pointed his cock at me and sprayed cum all over
my
stomach and boobs. The second guy got my face all wet. Then it
started to
really fly out, and I couldn't tell which was which. All I
remember was
that my face got totally covered, more than I've ever had on it,
and I've
had a lot of cum on my face. I got it in my mouth as well, of
course. I
had it in my hair, and all over my belly and pubes, but most of
the guys
aimed for my face, the darlings. I was frigging my clit and
moaning and
orgasming all the time.
After the shower ended, the host came up with a glass and said
"Ok,
Linda, drink up!" and gave me the glass. I giggled and ran
the glass
around my body where I could, dripping the semen into it. I got
most of it
into the glass, except the cum in my hair and mouth. There was
about an
inch or so of it by the time I got done. I held it up to the
light like a
wine taster, spinning it around in my fingers. Then I sat up,
held the
glass above my mouth and tipped it over, spilling all the sperm
right into
my mouth. I let it all drip into my mouth, then I swallowed it
all with
gusto.
The guys were chanting 'GO, GO, GO' as I did it, like it was some
kind
of test or something. But I think they'd all agree that I passed
their
test with flying colors!
That was my most memorable sexual experience, and I'm thinking of
trying to arrange something like that again.
I thought you might also be interested in my thoughts as the
local
cum-queen. For you guys out there, here are some hints on how to
get your
lady to let you cum on her face or body. And for you ladies, here
are some
impressions from another woman that may dispel your fears or
anxieties.
First, guys, I think I speak for most of us when I say that we
don't
like to be FORCED to do anything - yes, it's ok once in a while
to
play-act a fantasy, but if we know you're really pushy about it,
it can be
a turn-off. Second, and perhaps most important, you can hardly
expect a
woman to be excited about spreading her lips for you if you won't
go down
and give her some attention as well. Any guy who won't perform
cunnilingus doesn't deserve a blow job himself, right gals? And
LEARN HOW
to do it! Ask her, she'll tell you. I myself like nice long licks
up and
down my pussy lips, and nibbling on my clit. Other women might
like
something else. Thirdly, make sure you're clean as a whistle. Us
girls
don't appreciate a cock that tastes like day-old pee. Fourth,
before you
cum in our mouth, warn us - we may not want it there, or we may
need to
get ready to swallow so it doesn't choke us. There's nothing
grosser than
having some guy cum down your neck and having it go down the
wrong pipe
and coughing it all up all over the place, right? And don't be
afraid to
kiss your lady after she has swallowed your cum, it won't kill
you and
it'll usually make the woman feel that you really love her. What
woman
wants to be expected to swallow your cum if you won't even touch
it
yourself? Overall, be considerate, clean, and make the lady feel
like you
really appreciate what she's doing, not that you expect her to
lay there
and let you pump goo all over her just because you're the man and
she's
the woman.
Ok, gals, for those of you (are there really any out there?) who
haven't gotten into blow jobs or cum-shots yet, let me tell you
what
you're missing. First, guys love it. You let a man ejaculate in
your mouth
or on your body a few times, and he's like a puppy in your hands.
Also, I
think that any man who gets a good blow-job from wifey or
girlfriend two
or three times a week is far less likely to wander on you, if
that's a
concern. It's amazing how fast guys loose their sexual wanderlust
after
they've cum. I think it's really true that if a man's getting
what he
needs at home, he won't be too tempted to wander. So if you're
concerned
with your guy's wandering eyes (and who wouldn't be, in most
situations?),
keep him drained dry whenever you can. Really, it's amazing how
easy we
can manipulate them if we want to. Just make sure he takes care
of you,
too.
Secondly, IT WON'T HURT YOU! Semen isn't like acid or anything.
It's
mostly water and fluid from the prostate gland, and about 1
percent or so
actual sperms. Obviously, the taste can vary from guy to guy.
I've found
that sperm from guys who drink a lot of liquor isn't usually too
palatable, or if they have a very spicy diet. And it can taste
kind of
salty too. Mostly though, it's just water and traces of other
elements,
and isn't fattening or liable to give you pimples, cellulite, or
varicose
veins. And it certainly won't get you pregnant if you swallow it!
If you
are squeamish about it, I suggest you just get used to it by
having your
man come on your stomach or boobs a few times, and playing with
it with
your fingers. Get a little bit on one finger and taste it. Once
you've
gotten used to the consistency and flavor, it becomes easier and
easier.
But if you've never seen it anywhere other than oozing out of
your vagina,
you'll probably want to get used to it before it's all over your
lips and
face. Work up to it slowly. Spread some of the semen from your
stomach or
boobs onto your cheeks and feel the consistency of it and absorb
it. Rub
it over your lips like gloss or lipstick. If you do this right,
your guy
may get hard all over again watching you and you'll get another
fuck out
of him.
Some of us know how neat it is to watch a guy come close up. It's
really a marvel of engineering. The little hole opens up and this
white
stuff comes shooting out, and sometimes he can get it to fly
several feet!
The amount he has depends on how long its been since he last
came, of
course, but usually a one or two day load is about right. Next
time you
want to see something really fascinating, tell your man to jerk
off, and
you watch him real close up from the side. The head of his cock
will leak
a bit of pre-cum and his balls will sway back and forth, and then
just
before he ejaculates, they'll pull up close to his crotch and if
you're
lucky, you'll see the vein along the bottom of his cock pulse
with the
semen flowing through it. If you're really daring, tell him to do
it about
three inches in front of your face. I guarantee that he'll shoot
off in no
time. Just be sure to watch him shooting it in your eyes - it can
sting if
it's really salty.
While we're on the subject, let's talk about that. Should you let
a
man come on your face? Some women say "NO, never!"
Others may say
"sometimes, but not often". Others say "Shit,
yeah, whenever he wants".
I'm in the last group. There's nothing really wrong with it, and
it
doesn't make you a slut or whore just because you and your guy
enjoy this
kind of sexual expression. Probably some of the most stuck-up or
catty
bitches you know would never let a man come anywhere near their
face, and
I wouldn't want to put myself in the same class as them. You know
who I'm
talking about. For example, can you picture that Helmsley bitch
taking cum
in her mouth? Or Ivana Trump? or Nancy Reagan, for Gods' sake!
If you're really unsure about it, I suggest you get used to it in
steps. First, if you've never had a man come in your mouth, do
that first.
Once you're used to the feel of the cock pulsing and shooting,
it's not so
scary. Keep the head out of the back of your mouth, up near your
lips, and
you'll feel the sperm shooting out more, and be able to taste it
better.
Then, when you're comfortable with that, take it out of your
mouth
when he comes and let it shoot right into your mouth. You have to
control
it somewhat here, or it'll invariably spray all over the place.
That's a
really neat feeling sometimes, feeling the sprays shoot right
into the
back of your mouth. Practice with a water gun or something first,
maybe ,
and get the hang of it.
Finally, one time that's really special for you both, let the old
blaster go off while it's pointed right at your nose. The first
jolt is
the hardest to get used to, because you never really know when
it's gonna
hit, and even the best of us invariable flinch a bit. But once
the first
one hits you, the rest will be smaller and easier to get used to.
Again,
if the sperm is salty, you may have to close your eyes or get
ready to
wipe them off real fast, cause I have had some that really stung
for a
second or two - but for the most part that isn't really something
to get
upset over.
When that first spray hits you, it'll probably make you jerk your
head
back, and you have to resist the natural urge to turn away. If
you can,
direct the cock onto your cheekbones and lips. If the intensity
and spray
is strong enough, see if you can even get some on your forehead.
To some
guys, nothing looks sexier than your hair plastered down to your
forehead
with his sperm. Of course, we have to wash it out after a while,
but what
the hell, we've all had gunkier stuff than that in our hair,
right?
After the guy (or guys!) has stopped cumming, you'll want to rub
the
semen around and into your skin. It feels really sexy and good,
and is
better than if you let it dry on your skin, when it can get all
crackly
and dry out. Close your eyes and just revel in the feel and aroma
of it,
and remember that it's a precious gift from your man. If he's any
good at
all, your guy will probably be very appreciative of your
performance, and
who knows, may be ready for another go-round!
I can't really think of much else to say right now, maybe it's
time it
went out and got myself a guy to come home and help me do some
more
'research'!
If you liked this story, leave a messsage on the BBS where you
found
it and ask for more - I'll see what I can do!
LJS