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Saturday, August 13, 2016

Wife Catches Me by Navakantam

An old alt.sex.stories story, archived in Kristen's Collection and reprinted here.
I love cum. I've been eating it since I was 18. These stories I'm only now sharing are part of my life. I never realized that there were others like me. I'm hot just thinking about others enjoying their bodies the way I do.
I got home early from work one afternoon and I knew I'd have the house to myself for at least an hour until my girlfriend got home. I was going to whip up a nice hot load so I stripped and lay on the bed and started to stroke my rapidly swelling cock. It felt so good and it wasn't long before I sprayed a load over my fingers.
It was hot and I quickly raised my hand to my mouth for a lick. I suddenly looked up with my tongue full of cum to see my girlfriend staring at my show. I started to hide my hand, when she said, "Please don't stop." She knelt next to the bed and grabbed my hand and placed it next to my mouth. I stared at her as I licked my hand clean savoring every precious drop of my cream.
She shook as I finished my treat. She loves cum also and she said she couldn't believe I did. No other man in her life would even think of tasting their own juice. Now she knew why I would always thrust my tongue into her mouth after she sucked me off. She said there were now thousands of fantasies to explore in our sex life. A sex life to be filled with hot cum.
She became obsessed with my hunger for cum. Every time we had sex for the next few months, it revolved around me eating sperm. I had always been afraid to let her know my deepest kinkiest desires. Now, I could be my cum eating self and really let go.
She had me spray my wad on every part of her body and then lick every sweet strand off while she fingered herself to her own sweet orgasm. This was truly heaven, the best of both worlds.
My bi-curious side was quickly being fulfilled even if I was the only man involved. She would suck me off only to snowball me, spitting the entire wonderful load into my mouth. I would jerk off all over her face, as we both love, and then lick her clean.
She had me jerk off a huge load onto a dinner plate. I placed it on the floor and she watched as I got on all fours and licked it up like a cat. I ate more cum in six months than in the past six years.
One time after riding my hot pole and letting me fill her vagina with millions of dancing sperm, she popped off of me cupping her hand over her slit and climbed up over my face. She planted her wet snatch on my mouth and pulled her hand away allowing my load to flow over my tongue and down my throat. Oh god this was wonderful.
As I lay in the bed with her one night, my lips still wet with cum, she asked me if I had ever tried to suck my own dick. She had read that some men could. I got into the best position I could, but could only get within two inches. Every night we tried to get my mouth closer, but no luck. Very few men are lucky enough to have been built for this ultimate treat. She really wanted to see me shoot my load directly into my mouth.
I knew exactly how to fulfil her fantasy, and had been doing it in secret for years.
I promised to give her the show of her dreams that next weekend. It was driving her crazy. She couldn't imagine how I was going to shoot my cum down my throat.
I began, that evening by stroking my stiff, veined cock for much longer than usual. She fingered herself silly while I worked my miracle. I wanted my balls to be bursting when the time came. She was squealing as we both neared orgasm. She finished herself off and screamed at me to do the same.
I asked for her help in getting my legs over my head. As my hips rose to a position over my face, she smiled and figured out what I was doing. I locked my feet under the headboard rail and stared up at the most wonderful sight in this world. A purple, swollen cock just waiting to burst. I can only imagine what its like to feel a cock deep down my throat and have it explode in my mouth. Maybe one day, but this is as close as I can get for now.
She wanted the best view and decided to look straight down at my face with her head between my legs. I really wanted a mouthful of sperm so I licked my hand and wrapped it around my shaft and began to coax a creamy load from my deep in my body.
She knows me so well and watched intently as my balls tightened up to my body, almost disappearing inside. She knew I was on the edge of that orgasmic cliff and about to jump. She sucked what was left of my ball sack into her mouth and stared deeply into my eyes with an intensity I've never seen.
I wanted this to be so good for her and I fisted my cock to heaven. That wonderful warm feeling came over me. You all know it, like nothing else in the world matters, and nothing can keep us from our hot sperm explosion.
I opened my mouth wide and just before the first jet of cum shot out, she shoved her middle finger deep into my ass and pressed hard against my prostate. She really knew her man.
A hot white wonderful load burst forth and splashed straight into my mouth. Two, three, four powerful strands followed and filled my mouth. A million sperm were tingling every crevice of my mouth. I was especially sweet tonight.
She screamed and almost bit my sac off as she watched my tongue play in the pool of cum that was my mouth. She let my legs down and kissed me as I swallowed my treat. I have never seen her so hot.
The next weekend she said that the only thing that could possibly be hotter than my show would be if she could see me suck off another man. She somehow knew that loving sperm as much as I do, straight in orientation or not, I couldn't possibly resist the temptation and go a lifetime without taking another man's cock in mouth and feeling unspoiled sperm shoot down my throat. She was right. Maybe I'll be able to add this story to my life.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Shot in the Shorts

This is not a story I wrote. It's one I found on Usenet many years ago and saved.
My name is Amelia, I am a 20 year old university student, and I make boys cum in their pants. Well, men too, I guess, but it started with boys. I just can't help it. And by pants I mean underpants - I'm English, not American! Sometimes I actually touch them, but the best ones are when they just lose it and cum all on their own. I love the look on their faces when they realise that it's going to happen and that there is nothing that they can do about it. Then they throw caution to the wind and let go and enjoy it, and finally they realise that they now have a load of cum in their pants and that they are in for a bit of a sticky day! Don't get me wrong - I love sex as much as the next girl and nothing makes me happier than to have a nice hard cock in my pussy (or my mouth or my bum, come to that!), but there is just something special about having a boy fancy you so much that he just ejaculates in his underwear. Or in my underwear, but we'll get to that!
Now the first time I made a boy cum it was an accident. I had NO idea what I was doing! I must have been about 12 years old and I had 'got off' with a really cute boy called Chris at the school disco. In those days we were only interested in winning the competition for who could snog the longest without coming up for air. Incidentally, Chris and a girl called Nikky Andrews won it the following year with a slurping 39 minutes and 14 seconds, but that's still a very raw memory and something I don't like to talk about!
I was delighted that Chris has decided to bestow his affections on me because, as I said, he was pretty cute and all the girls fancied him. Combined with that was the fact that I wasn't exactly much of a catch. Oh, I was very pretty, bright and popular but I was somewhat lacking in the titty department. In fact, I was as flat as a board, unlike some girls in the class who had quite respectable racks even back then, particularly Nikki Andrews! Lots of them - in fact most of them - had hair on their bits as well, whereas I was as bald as a coot. Not that I was sexually backward - I had discovered the solitary delights of masturbation when I was about 9 or so. I can't remember exactly how I made this fantastic discovery, but suffice to say that my hand was down my knickers every chance I got, and that I would 'jill off' at least two or three times a day. I thought that I was very clever, having invented this activity that made me feel so incredibly good, and assumed that I was the only person in the world that was doing it or that ever experienced that strange sensation that, at the time, I had no idea was called an orgasm. I think I used to call it the squeezies because it felt as though all my muscles were squeezing up, and I used to squeeze my hand with my thighs as I came. Of course, I knew all about the birds and the bees, having studied it in biology class but for some reason I never made the connection between what Mrs Smith told us and that strange sensation between my legs. I also knew that boys 'ejaculated' but had no idea that there was a pleasant sensation accompanying that ejaculation - it was just something to do with babies. I must have been pretty thick. But back to me and Chris.
We had 'got off,' as the vernacular of the time had it, at the school disco and gone in for some fierce snogging and hand holding. Oh innocent days! We snogged and held hands and snogged some more and he even put his hand on my bare leg just above my knee! For my part I cuddled him and sat on his knee and thought that I detected something unfamiliar in his trousers. By the time the teachers turned all the lights on and told us that it was time to go home I was getting quite worked up, although I still didn't really make the connection between the physical act of sex (which I knew about in theory) and the nice feeling that I got when I rubbed my pussy alone at night. Everyone was duly collected by their parents and I remember sitting in the back of the car - my older sister was in the front seat - absolutely desperate to play with myself while confirming to my dad that yes, I had had a nice time and yes, I had done my homework and no I didn't want to go to grandma's the next day. The drive home seemed to last forever and I ended up with my hand up my dress and my fingers stoking my pussy gently through my knickers. By the time I got home I was going nuts! I rushed up the stairs and into my room closing the door behind me, pulling my knickers to the side as I did so. I never even reached the bed - I just squatted down on the floor in the middle of the room with my dress pulled up and my knickers pulled to the side, stroking what I had recently learned was called a clitoris until I was overcome with that lovely sensation that I just couldn't live without. The whole thing can't have taken more than 20 seconds!
The following morning I was delighted when Chris rang me and asked if I wanted to go into town with him. Given that he was cute, I quickly said yes. Maybe too quickly - a girl doesn't want to appear too eager! Anyway, I dressed as I always used to - jeans, a t-shirt and a cotton jumper and waited for Chris. He arrived bang on time at the appointed hour and off we went to tread the familiar path of the young teen (well, almost young teen in our case) path of what passed for a date. A tour around the shopping centre, visiting all the cool shops, followed by a visit to the local branch of McDonalds. We knew how to live in them days!
The tradition was that, following the shopping and the classy meal out (sic), the boy would ask the girl if she wanted to go go for a walk down by the river. This was code for 'do you want to go down by the river so that I can try to suck your face off and then get my hand down your trousers' which was fine, because it avoided all those awkward questions like 'do you want to go out with me' or 'can I see you again.' If she replied in the affirmative, the deal was clinched and you were a couple. If in the negative, it was so long and thanks for the cheeseburger. I replied in the affirmative, hussy that I am!
Off we went to the path that ran along the bank of the river in the small town in which we lived. After wandering and chatting and pretending that each of us had no idea why we were really there, Chris stopped beside a large tree that leaned over the river. I nonchalantly went to stand beside him, much as I might have done if I had been waiting for a bus. After a few more minutes, and a couple of pregnant silences, he closed the 10 inch gap that was the gulf between us and put his arm awkwardly around my shoulders. I leaned towards him with my hands in my pockets. After a few more silent moments he leaned a little closer and kissed me on the cheek. I turned a little, and he again kissed my cheek, but a little closer to my mouth. I turned a little more, and his next kiss touched the corner of my mouth. A final turn and his kiss hit the target dead on.
I turned now so that I was facing him squarely, closed my eyes and got to it. We snogged and snogged for ages! After a few moments I felt his lips part slightly and the tip of his tongue probe against my lips. I parted my own lips a little and admitted the intruder, fencing at it with my own tongue. And so we went on. After a few moments we were joined together in a ferocious lip-lock with each of our tongues deep in the mouth of the other. And I was quite enjoying it!
After a little while I registered that Chris's hands were ever-so-slowly moving down from the area of my back where my bra strap would have been had I ever worn (or even owned) a bra. Imperceptibly, they moved. After a minute or two they were in the small of my back, which I recall enjoying hugely, and eventually came to rest on my very pert bum. Through my jeans, of course. My hands stayed where they were - in the middle of his back. After all, I wasn't that sort of a girl!
So there we were in a secluded grove just off the riverbank path with him with his back to the tree and holding onto my bum and standing in such a way that one of highs was nearly between my legs, and vice versa. Then he started to do something to it which I can only describe as gentle kneading and I kid you not, that was the start of the problem. Now I am sure that he had absolutely no idea about what was going on, but purely by chance he was seriously hitting my buttons! The combination of the kissing, the close proximity of another person, the kneading of my bum cheeks and the pressure of his leg on my belly just above my pubis was having what I now know to be an entirely predictable effect. I was becoming seriously aroused, and I could feel the moisture building up in my pussy. On top of that my nipples, which had never been anything special, suddenly and for the first time ever began to feel really sensitive. I began to squirm very gently against my little playmate, almost unconscious of his presence and yet reveling in his touch. I suppose I was trying to get the point of contact between his thigh and my body to be a bit lower. I suppose I was essentially masturbating using his leg.
I was in world of my own, concentrating on the sensation of being aroused by someone else for the first time when I was brought back to earth by Chris shuddering and gasping, his body twitching and his crotch rubbing against my own thigh. I became very aware of the lump in the front of his trousers - nothing too impressive, of course, because he was no more sexually developed than I was - but it was rubbing against my thigh for all it was worth! My eyes opened and our lips parted and I watched as his head went back to rest on the trunk of the tree. His eyes were shut tight, his mouth was agape and his breath was escaping in only short gulps, accompanied by little gasps and grunts that were entirely familiar to me. It seemed that boys did it as well - quite a revelation!
This new piece of information was enough to make me forget my own arousal, for a while at least. As Chris 'came down' from the high that he had clearly just experienced and which was of course no stranger to me, he went bright red. I tried to talk to him about it but he was acutely embarrassed and clearly just wanted to be anywhere except with me! After a few minutes he made some excuse about having to meet his mother to buy new shoes, and slipped away. I was left with a burning curiosity and very horny pussy right there on the river bank. There was little I could do about the curiosity but, having checked to make sure that the coast was still clear, I lost no time at all in undoing the button and zip of my jeans and pushing my hand down inside my knickers to relieve the pressure. I remember quite clearly just how wet my little pussy was and wondering if that was normal before my middle finger found my clitoris and I couldn't care less if it was normal or not.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Confessions of a Cum Queen

By Linda of California
Originally from http://textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/C/cumqueen.txt
My name is Linda, and I am twenty-four years old. I am about five foot seven inches tall, and weigh somewhere around one-hundred twenty-five 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 am pretty good looking, as I have 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 would let you know why I decided to put down some of my sexual experiences on paper. I have been sexually active since I was fifteen, 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 is more or less the way I want it.
You might say that I have a particular fetish. I love semen, sperm, jizz, cum, gizzum. 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 is 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. The sight of that cock pulsing, and then the little eye opening up, and the semen spurting out just turns me on no end. I think I am 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 is 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, 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 is strong enough, but I must admit, I would rather see it than feel it. So I do not 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 have rubbed gallons of semen into my skin, and I hope to be doing it for many years to come, no pun intended!
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Several guys I have dated liked to watch porno movies with me, and if you have 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 am not sure why the "cumshot" 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 does not seem to do the trick. I have read some comments on porno movies that talk about how dumb the cum shot is, and how it is 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 have kind of made a hobby of analyzing the various girl's reactions to the shots, and it’s really kind of interesting. Some girls turn their heads or lean back, as if they are 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 are in that business, then you would think they get off on all that cum, and it is 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 is one male actor in particular who I have seen in a bunch of movies, I think his name is Peter North, who comes like no one I have ever seen before. I have seen him splatter some girls who are lucky they did not drown in the stuff. The trouble with most guys I have seen is that they cannot control where they shoot once they start. They spray the cum all over the place, and you are 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 are popular with many guys. The only thing I like better than watching face-cums is doing them! I think I would rather have cum on my face than anywhere else on or in my body. For one thing, it turns the guys 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, 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 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 had 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, 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 is enough. I love to lay there for a few moments afterwards, and feel it drying and cooling on my skin.
I have 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 have 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 have had cum in my pussy, but never in my ass. My ass just is not very sensitive to sexual play, I guess. I have had guys finger me there, but I did not find it pleasurable, so I have never let anyone fuck me in the ass.
Sometimes at work if I am daydreaming or thinking about sex, I like to imagine scenes of guys I see around me ejaculating on my face. I do not 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 cannot stand the idea of some other man doing to you. I told one guy I was dating, only half-joking, that I would like for him to get about half a dozen guys to come home and fuck me some night, and I would want each of them to cum on my face. He just about went crazy. He said that was stupid, and there was no way he would ever let me do that. This from a guy who not two 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 would not let me do it, after all it was my face I wanted wet, not his, but he just could not handle it, so we kind of broke up soon after that. I secretly hope his current girlfriend, if he has one, does not let him cum anywhere but up her pussy, and then she washes it out right away. It would serve him right.
Getting 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 have 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 have gotten creamed in the last year. This counts multiple times by the same partner, too. It was over seventy. 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 will try to highlight the most memorable ones for you all here, and I hope I can remember the best parts.
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Last June I was seeing a man named Tony, a professional designer. He was kind of sexy and handsome, but not an Adonis by any stretch of the imagination. 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 would not get really serious romantically, but we had a good time together, and that is what we both wanted. One evening after a show and a nice dinner, we went back to his place and had sex 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 forty-five minutes, and I must have come about ten 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 six or seven inches, I guess, but it had a nice shape and was always clean and fresh.
That is 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 is clean, and does not smell like you have not 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 is 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, pulled him up straddling my boobs, and put a pillow behind my head. I reached around him, 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. 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 six or seven 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. Then opened my mouth, and showed him that it was all gone. He leaned down, 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.
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Another time I was out of town at a seminar, and there was nobody else from my company attending, so I figured I’d 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 kind of kinky, and wanted to give these nice guys a treat they would 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 is 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 sex on my mind, or I would not have dressed like that. I did not mind, as I did indeed have sex 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 was not very far. 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 five minutes both guys were lying next to me on the bed, sucking my boobs. I had 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 am 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. When I said it with a gleam in my eye, I think they might have guessed what I wanted. They took turns, and as one got close to the edge, he would pull out, and relax a bit by sucking on my boobs or kissing me while the other one climbed on. It was very good for me, as I had nice hard cock in me for about twenty 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. 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, 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, turned my face towards him, 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 had 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 blow-jobs, and had them cum in my mouth. I blew them both twice, with about forty-five 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 did not want to go home when that conference was over!
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Over the past few months I have fucked about twenty or twenty-five guys here and there, mostly on one-night stands. One time I was at a club, just relaxing, 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, I could feel his cock hardening in his pants, he asked if I would 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, seven or eight 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 had never been in one, but I was feeling slightly tipsy, and just said it on a whim.
He gulped, and said he would make some calls. 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 nine 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 am afraid. I had 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 have 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 is time to drop the drawers, and have at it.
I told them that they would all get to fuck me, but on my terms, and if any of them misbehaved or got rough I would stop the whole thing. I was not 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 not to cum if they could help it, because I wanted to show them something special when they did. One or two could not hold it, and shot their cum in my pussy, and one guy spermed my mouth, but that was okay by me, I enjoyed it all. They made sure that I had several climaxes, and my pussy was wetter than I have 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 would 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 did not 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 could not tell which was which. All I remember was that my face got totally covered, more than I have ever had on it, and I have 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, "Okay, 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 would all agree that I passed their test with flying colors! That was my most memorable sexual experience, and I am thinking of trying to arrange something like that again.
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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 do not like to be forced to do anything. Yes, it is all right once in a while to play-act a fantasy, but if we know you are 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 will not go down, and give her some attention as well. Any guy who will not perform cunnilingus does not deserve a blow-job himself, right gals? And learn how to do it! Ask her. She will 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 are clean as a whistle. We girls do not 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 does not choke us. There is nothing more gross than having some guy cum down your neck, having it go down the wrong pipe, and coughing it all up all over the place, right? Do not be afraid to kiss your lady after she has swallowed your cum. It will not kill you, and it will usually make the woman feel that you really love her. What woman wants to be expected to swallow your cum if you will not even touch it yourself?
Overall, be considerate, clean, and make the lady feel like you really appreciate what she is doing, not that you expect her to lay there and let you pump goo all over her just because you are the man, and she is the woman.
Okay, gals, for those of you, if there are there really any out there, who have not gotten into blow-jobs or cumshots yet, let me tell you what you are missing.
First, guys love it. You let a man ejaculate in your mouth or on your body a few times, and he is 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 is a concern. It is amazing how fast guys loose their sexual wanderlust after they have cum. I think it is really true that if a man's getting what he needs at home, he will not be too tempted to wander. So if you are concerned with your guy's wandering eyes, and who would not be, in most situations, keep him drained dry whenever you can. Really, it is 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 is not like acid or anything. It is mostly water and fluid from the prostate gland, and about one percent or so actual sperms. Obviously, the taste can vary from guy to guy. I have found that sperm from guys who drink a lot of liquor, or have a very spicy diet, is not usually too palatable, and it can taste kind of salty too. Mostly though, it is just water and traces of other elements. It is not fattening, or liable to give you pimples, cellulite, or varicose veins, and it certainly will not 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 have gotten used to the consistency and flavor, it becomes easier and easier, but if you have never seen it anywhere other than oozing out of your vagina, you will probably want to get used to it before it is all over your lips and face. Work up to it slowly. Spread some of the semen from your stomach or boobs onto your cheeks, 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 will get another fuck out of him.
Some of us know how neat it is to watch a guy come close up. It is really a marvel of engineering. The little hole opens up, this white stuff comes shooting out, and sometimes he can get it to fly several feet! The amount he has depends on how long it has 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, ask your man to jerk off, and watch him real close up from the side. The head of his cock will leak a bit of pre-cum, his balls will sway back and forth. Then just before he ejaculates, they will pull up close to his crotch and if you are lucky, you will see the vein along the bottom of his cock pulse with the semen flowing through it. If you are really daring, tell him to do it about three inches in front of your face. I guarantee that he will shoot off in no time. Just be sure to watch him shooting it in your eyes. It can sting if it is really salty.
While we are on the subject, let us 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 am in the last group. There is nothing really wrong with it, and it does not 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 would not want to put myself in the same class as them. You know who I am talking about. For example, can you picture that Helmsley bitch taking cum in her mouth? Or Ivana Trump? Or Nancy Reagan, for God's sake!
If you are really unsure about it, I suggest you get used to it in steps. First, if you have never had a man come in your mouth, do that first. Once you are used to the feel of the cock pulsing and shooting, it is not so scary. Keep the head out of the back of your mouth, up near your lips, and you will feel the sperm shooting out more, and be able to taste it better.
Then, when you are 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 will invariably spray all over the place. That is 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 is really special for you both, let the old blaster go off while it is pointed right at your nose. The first jolt is the hardest to get used to, because you never really know when it is going to hit. Even the best of us invariably 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 is not really something to get upset over.
When that first spray hits you, it will 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 have all had gunkier stuff than that in our hair, right?
After the guy (or guys!) has stopped cumming, you will 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 is a precious gift from your man. If he is 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 cannot really think of much else to say right now. Maybe it is time it went out, and got myself a guy to come home and help me do some more "research"!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Sexual Liberation of Me

I have mentioned before here that I like to be spanked, but also that I have never had a partner who was into spanking me. I never even mentioned the desire to my wife, Lee, until we'd been together almost fifteen years, and even then I did so tentatively, at best. At that time, she was reluctant to share that with me, for very good reasons: We are both survivors of childhood abuse. It is understandably difficult for to get her mind around spanking me as a way of loving me.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

A Plea on Behalf of Cum

Most of my sexual partners, all of whom have been female,* have basically been squeamish about cum. They just haven't cared for the stuff. I don't mean they didn't like to swallow. That's rarely even been a conversation worth having. Few of my sexual partners have wanted the stuff in their mouths period. In fact, they didn't really want it anywhere. They didn't want to touch it, and if it ended up inside them, then I guess that was just something they felt they had to deal with. It would get wiped up, or deposited in the toilet, or whatever.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Spanking Myself

As I mentioned in my first post on this topic, I like to be spanked. But I have never had a partner who really wanted to spank me. As a result, most of my spankings have been self-inflicted.
Self-spanking has gotten a little more notoriety recently, largely due to the appearance in October 2012 of a blog, The Art of Self-Spanking, that was devoted to the practice. The authors of the blog, who called themselves John and Jessica (and who are not a couple), also wrote an e-book by the same title. (Unfortunately, the blog has since ceased to be active, and, as far as I can tell, the e-book is no longer available.)

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Being Spanked

I like to be spanked. I'm not into the BDSM scene, and the whole "Fifty Shades" phenomenon leaves me a bit cold. But I do like to be spanked.
Why? Several reasons.