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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