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She Likes It!
by Anonymous Author (1996)
***
A husband talks his wife into oral sex then one thing
leads to another and she becomes his cum addict, so much
so that they end up in a hotel room getting strange guys
to wankoff into a cocktail glass just so she can get
enough to satisfy her craving. (M+/F, mast, sperm-
fetish, wife)
***
My wife loves semen. Yes, I'll admit, that's a bizarre
statement to make, and it sounds like the title of a
goofy amateur porn video or something, but it's true. I
first got an inkling of her preference several years ago
when we were dating, but in the last few months, she's
proved beyond a doubt that she's turned into a semen
demon, a cum connoisseur, a sperm worm, a jizz junkie.
My wife's name is Julie and when we were dating, our
lovemaking was wild and fresh, and very satisfying. We
had normal intercourse several times a week, sometimes
I'd wake her up at three or four in the morning in bed
with a hard-on and we'd make love feverishly. During the
times she had her period, I would usually masturbate her
through her panties (she, like many women, is shy about
letting me see or touch her with a tampon inside her).
She had what she described as very good orgasms just
from my rubbing her vaginal lips and clitoral area.
After her orgasms, she'd rest for a minute, then prop
her upper body against a pillow at the head of the bed,
and I would straddle her chest while she performed
fellatio on me. She expertly deep-throated my average 7-
inch cock with apparent ease.
Sometimes I could cum just from her sucking me,
sometimes I would masturbate the shaft while she kept
the head in her mouth and sucked. When I orgasmed, she
pulled me all the way into her mouth so I would cum
deeply in her throat. She always swallowed every drop.
One day about 18 months ago, after we had had sex, she
lay on the bed with her legs spread, panting
breathlessly. As a man in his late 30's, I have fairly
good staying power, and we frequently make love for 20
or 30 minutes before I cum. Julie is multi-orgasmic, and
can cum half a dozen times easily while we make love.
As she lay there, I rubbed her breasts lightly, enjoying
the sight of her still stiff nipples. She giggled and
brushed her hand lightly over her own pubic hair, which
she keeps nicely trimmed.
"God, you came a ton that time, dear." she spoke,
dipping her fingers into her wet slit. They came out
slick and white with wetness, hers and mine. I watched
fascinated as she brought them up to her mouth and
loudly sucked them clean, with obvious glee.
"Ummm, tastes good! A bit salty, but I like it!" she
grinned at me. I scooped another dollop out of her and
fed it to her. We continued this way several minutes,
until she was almost completely emptied out.
"Well, no worries about a wet spot now," I whispered to
her. That was a frequent cause of joking and kidding
among us - who gets to roll over into the wet spot after
we fuck?
Julie doesn't like to get up and run to the toilet after
sex like many women, we prefer to snuggle and fall
asleep together. Our jobs are such that we usually only
make love in the evenings after going to bed, and we
almost always fall asleep afterwards. Since we only made
love about two, maybe three times a week, I frequently
produced a fairly large amount of semen that leaked out
of her at night.
"Yeah, at least the bed's still pretty dry! We'll have
to remember this option." she giggled back at me.
Several days later we were again in bed. I like her to
dress in stockings and garter belt as much as she can,
and she humors me most of the time. She was wearing a
red satin garter belt with black stockings and a black
bustier. I had pulled the bra cups down off her breasts
and was squeezing them and sucking them as she pulled my
hardening cock.
After a few minutes, we began 69'ing. This is one of her
favorite acts. She prefers me on top, and although my
neck gets sore after a while, I don't mind. She pulls my
cock all the way down to the root while I munch away at
her pussy. She had an orgasm or two, and then we
switched and began fucking in the good old missionary
position. I thrust into her strongly for several
minutes, and then we flipped over to the doggy position.
My legs aren't what they were 20 years ago, and I find
that changing position every 10 or so minutes helps keep
me from cramping up!
As I began nearing climax, she turned and looked at me
with wild eyes.
"I want you to cum in my mouth this time..." she
breathed.
I was quite surprised - she had never requested this
before. I had almost invariably always reached orgasm in
her vagina.
"What?" I gasped in response. "Are you sure?"
"Y-yes, I want you to. Don't you want to?"
As an answer, I pulled out of her and turned her on her
back, then knelt over her chest, furiously yanking on my
slick cock. I pointed the tip at her mouth and pushed
forwards. She opened up and slid my dick right in, all
the way down. I pushed in and out for a second, then
warned her.
"Oh shit, baby! I'm gonna cum any second. Are you
ready?"
"Uhhhumm," she mumbled in response, looking up at me
with lust in her eyes. I pushed forward one more time,
and began to orgasm. Instead of pulling me in, Julie
pushed my hips away from her mouth, until only the tip
of my cock was still in her mouth. She grabbed the shaft
and continued jerking me off.
I shot what felt like gallons of cum into her mouth. She
swallowed twice, thickly, her hips bucking up at me as
she did so. My last few pulses she kept in her mouth. I
could feel the wetness coating the head of my cock. It
felt wonderful as I felt her tongue swiping around the
head of my cock while it dribbled sperm into her mouth.
I gasped and collapsed off of her, my body shaking with
release. I closed my eyes and lay next to her for a few
seconds, panting. "God, honey, that was great! That felt
so good!" I told her, in honest appreciation. I opened
my eyes and looked over at her. She was smiling at me
close-lipped, her eyes crinkling at the corners like a
mischievous child. I looked at her in curiosity.
"Are you going to swallow?" I said. She shook her head
negatively for a second. Then, looking me straight in
the eyes, she slowly opened her mouth. My white cum
poured over her lower lip in a wave, dribbling down over
her chin and dripping into the valley between her
breasts.
"Oh shit honey, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" I
gasped. She just grinned even more, pushing the mass of
saliva and cum out of her mouth, drooling it down her
chin. She pushed the entire mass of semen out of her
mouth that way while I looked at her. As she did it, I
stroked her pussy and tickled her clit. She bucked her
hips up at me, closing her eyes and having a self-
described 'EARTH-SHATTERING' orgasm.
She lay there for long minutes afterward, idly playing
with the rapidly drying semen/saliva mix on her chest.
"I just thought you'd like to see me do that for once"
she finally said. "You don't think I'm gross or
anything, do you?"
"Hell, no!" We often watched porno tapes together, and
she knows I get off on watching oral cum shots and cock-
sucking scenes. "It's just that, you know, I know you
like that in the movies when the girl does it, so I
thought I'd try it once. Did you like it?"
"Are you kidding? It's like a wet dream, a fantasy. I
love it!"
We'd often talked about doing some of the things we see
in the adult movies, but in the past Julie had always
balked at certain things.
"It's just not natural!" she'd say, "How'd you like me
pissing in your face?" When I only semi-jokingly
suggested that she let me cum on her face one time.
"I'm not going, I'm cumming!" I joked at her.
"NO!" she flatly refused. "I think it's gross! You know
they only do it in the movies for the cum shot, no one
actually does that in real life!"
"What difference does that make?" I argued. "It doesn't
hurt, you know I don't think it degrades you or
anything. What about the times when I'm sucking your
pussy and you wrap your legs around my neck and almost
strangle me? You're coming in MY face then?"
"Maybe so, but I'm not shooting stuff all over you!" She
refused to budge. So I contented myself with coming deep
in her pussy, or deep in her mouth. Not that I'm
complaining, mind you. She was wonderful. It's just that
I'd always dreamed of seeing what she looked like with
cum on her face. No woman looks sexier than when she has
a line of sperm across her cheeks, right?
***
One time a few months later, she was sucking me off as I
lay on my back. She lay across my chest, her head on my
belly, her right hand jerking me off into her mouth. As
I began to cum, I must have bucked a bit too hard,
unexpectedly, and her head bounced off my cock.
She didn't realize what was happening, and my cock
sprayed jets of cum all over her hair and face. She had
the presence of mind to continue jerking me until my
orgasm passed, then collapsed backwards on the bed,
panting.
"There, is that what you wanted? Happy now?" she said.
I looked over at her. Her face was plastered with my
semen. I had no idea I had ejaculated that much. There
were streaks of it across her forehead, in her hair, and
all over her lower lip and chin. Drops of it scattered
across her breasts. I reached up and stroked her face
gently, smearing some of the cum into her skin.
"Honey, you look MARrvelous!" I mimicked Billy Crystal's
'Fernando' character from Saturday Night Live.
She giggled and pulled my face to hers. "Then kiss me
you fucker!" she gasped, and I did. I swept up my cum
from around her face and fed it to her on my tongue.
I admit I felt a bit strange as I licked up my own
semen, but the heat of the moment took over. I realized
that I could not very well ask a woman to swallow my
sperm or spread it all over her face, if I acted like it
was disgusting to me. I quickly got used to the salty,
starchy texture. When I had licked her face clean and
passed most of the cum back to her, we both collapsed on
the bed.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" I asked her.
"Well, I guess not. It's just weird, feeling something
like that spray at you. And damn, I got some in my eye
and it stings like crazy!"
That scene was not, however, repeated until this time.
"What made you want to do that?" I asked her.
"Well, remember when we let it drip out of me and
scooped it up with our fingers? I kinda liked that, I
don't know, maybe I'm just getting kinky in my old age.
Anyway, you don't taste THAT bad, and I thought you'd
like to see me act like a bimbo porno slut," she
snickered.
***
As the days passed, we experimented even further. Now,
more often than not, I would pull out of her just before
my climax and ejaculate on her body, either her chest or
her back. Sometimes, the force of my emission sprayed
semen all the way up to her face, and after flinching
the first few times, she got used to the random droplets
hitting her cheeks or chin, and didn't mind it so much.
Most of the time, she would scoop whatever she could up
and suck it off her fingers, or I would do the scooping.
Most of the times, I gave her a deep french kiss
afterwards, and got used to the taste and feel of my own
sperm in her mouth and on her tongue.
As I frenched her, my hand would be busy in her crotch,
giving her one or two more orgasms. I did this partly to
reinforce the good feelings when she was swallowing my
cum, I'll admit. But it seemed to work.
Then came the really incredulous part. We had always
been faithful to each other, and the thought of having
other sex partners was never brought up. In fact, I knew
from Julie's former experiences that she would be very
opposed to any straying, on either of our parts.
Her boyfriend before she met me had cheated on her with
one of her best friends, and she was very bitter about
that sort of thing. Then one night after we had finished
'cleaning her up', so to speak, I jokingly suggested
that we try something different.
"You know, if you like this so much, maybe we should try
to get you more of it than I can produce at one time..."
I said, hesitantly, not knowing what kind of reaction
she might have.
"What do you mean?" she responded.
"I don't know, maybe, you know... get another guy or
something?" I'll admit, the thought of watching her make
love with another man was somewhat exciting to me. I
didn't think I'd be jealous or anything, I'm not that
kind of person.
"What? No! I don't think so, I don't want anybody else.
You're fine for me the way you are."
"I don't mean permanently, silly. Just maybe, another
guy might be fun once in a while. I trust you, and I
know that as long as I'm here, nothing untoward will
happen. As long as I'm with you." I cautioned.
"You mean you want somebody else to screw me while you
watch? Is that it?"
"Not so much screw, but maybe jerk off and cum on you or
something like that?"
"Well, we'll see..." And she left it like that.
I kept bugging her about it, only semi-seriously so she
wouldn't get scared off. I think many times when a man
suggests to his mate that they seek other partners, she
might think that's only an excuse because he wants to
fool around with some other girls, or perhaps already
is. I knew I didn't want her to get that thought in her
mind, mostly because I wasn't cheating on her, and never
had entertained the thought, actually. Seriously, that
is.
Gradually, she wore down, whether because she actually
decided to try it, or just wanted to get me off her
back, I don't know. We decided that we didn't want to do
anything with someone we already knew, since that could
turn out to be uncomfortable for all involved. So we
decided to drive to an area about 40 miles from home and
check in to a hotel for the weekend, and see if any
likely candidates presented themselves.
So we did, and on the Friday night when we checked in,
we went down to the restaurant for dinner and a few
drinks. There weren't many people there at all, and only
three or four men who looked like possibilities. But
after dinner, we decided to give the bar a chance. We
sat around until about 11:00 PM or so, and finally there
was one guy who Julie said she might be interested in.
He was a younger man, about in his mid-20's, with
blondish hair and a good body. He also seemed fairly
intelligent looking, as opposed to most of the brainless
hulks you find in bars. So I went over to him,
introduced myself, and said that Julie and I noticed him
there alone, thought he looked lonely, and would he like
to have a drink with us.
He was kinda shocked at first, I guess, not being used
to being asked to have drinks with other people at a
bar, but I just said we were there by ourselves too, and
thought we could talk together. He looked at Julie and
said OK, he'd be over.
His name was Dan, and he was in town attending a seminar
or something, and it had ended that day but his flight
out wasn't until the next day. He was 24, single, and
seemed like a nice guy. So we got to talking about what
we did, where we lived and all that, the usual bullshit.
I kept buying us all drinks, and after about 3 or 4
rounds, we could see that he and Julie were both getting
loosened up.
I was staying fairly sober, since I was just having
Sprite. I gradually steered the talk around to sex,
saying how I guessed guys like him had to be careful
what they got into these days and how it must be tough,
seeing so many beautiful girls around but not knowing if
it was worth your life just to get your rocks off.
He agreed, and said that he had had only two or three
'real' relationships since college, and that he didn't
go for one-night stands. "Yeah, it's a helluva lot safer
to jerk off than risk killing yourself!" I laughed at
one point. We all agreed. So finally, I got up the nerve
to ask him. I think I was more nervous than Julie was.
"Would you like to come up and watch us make love, and
jerk off for Julie?" (She turned beet red, by the way.)
He looked at her and said yes, he sure would. I made it
clear that under no circumstances would he fuck her
unless she wanted it, and he wasn't to touch her except
what we allowed. He agreed, and we finished our drinks
and he followed us upstairs. I could feel Julie's hand
trembling as we went up in the elevator, and she gave me
one of those "I'm not sure what we're doing, but it
might be fun anyway" looks, like you see on someone just
climbing into a huge new rollercoaster.
When we got up to the room, Julie excused herself to use
the bathroom, and I started getting undressed. So did
Dan. When she came out, Julie had on one of her 'fuck
me' outfits, a see-through bra, garter belt and
stockings, and high heels, with no panties. She had
clipped her pubes very short, and we could see
everything she had, so to speak.
Dan had a good sized cock, just a little larger than
mine. We both started pulling on them, and I suggested
that Julie give Dan a little blow job to get him
started. She looked at me, then sank down to her knees
in front of him, and in one gulp swallowed his entire
cock.
I knelt next to them and began to rub her pussy while
she sucked him. Her eyes were closed and I could tell
that she was starting to get into it. Dan grabbed her
head and started fucking himself in and out of her
mouth.
"She gives good head, eh?" I said, and he grunted in
agreement. After a few minutes I told her to stop and do
me, but I was already hard as a rock by then. I had her
suck me a few minutes as well, and we told Dan he could
rub her pussy while she did it. Julie jumped a bit when
his fingers hit her slit, but after a second or two she
started grinding her hips around and rocking back and
forth on his fingers.
Just before I thought she was going to cum, I pulled her
up and laid her on the bed, and began giving her some
head. She pulled Dan on the bed next to her and began
jerking him off while he fondled her breasts. I could
look up her body and see Julie wanking away on Dan's
cock while he rubbed her nipples to attention, and she
was grinding her pussy in my face.
I sucked her through two orgasms quickly, then moved up
and entered her. Dan moved away and began watching, as
Julie wrapped her legs around my ass and started pulling
me into her. I knew I wouldn't last very long, as we
were both super excited, and so I started giving it to
her as hard as I can. I held myself up on my arms and
started talking to her to get her really excited.
"Julie's gonna get cum all over herself in a minute,
isn't she?"
"Ummm, yes, yes!" she whimpered.
"Dan and I are gonna shoot our fucking cum all over your
body in just a minute. Is that what you want? Would you
like that? Huh, baby, do you want to see your tits all
covered with cum from me and Dan?" I went on like that
for a minute, then looked over at Dan. He was jerking
off furiously, and I asked him if he was ready to pop.
He said any minute now, so I pulled out and knelt over
Julie's chest, and motioned for him to move up next to
us.
We both started wacking off and aiming our dicks at my
lovely wife. I reached back with one hand and started
rubbing her clit to keep her going. She had her eyes
closed and was breathing heavily. Dan asked where he
should cum. I told Julie to answer him herself.
"Oh fuck, on my tits, yeah, on my tits, do it now..."
she begged. She was really getting into it now. Just
then Dan exploded, shooting jet after jet of his cum all
over Julie's tits. As he did, I pinched and pulled her
clit, making her have a tremendous orgasm. She shrieked
in pleasure, and just as she did, I orgasmed myself. I
shot once all over her tits and then aimed higher.
Yes, I came in her face and in her mouth, and I swear
the instant my cum hit her cheeks she blew another fuse.
Of course, I had my fingers halfway up her pussy giving
her a g-spot orgasm to end all orgasms. I shot a full
load all over Julie's sweating face, popping a lot of
cum in her mouth, and a lot spread all over her cheeks
and chin. She gulped and swallowed fast, then opened her
mouth again like a baby bird. Dan shook the last of his
cum out into her mouth and I did the same.
Finally we all collapsed on the bed exhausted, but very
satisfied. Julie lay there not moving, the cum drying on
her face. Her nylons were all loosened and starting to
bunch up, her pussy was dripping juice like Niagara
Falls. I'd never seen her so wet. Finally I kissed her
and woke her up a bit, and she again excused herself to
go into the bathroom.
I guess Dan thought that was his cue to leave, as he
dressed and after saying our thanks and good-byes, I
wished him a safe trip home and he left. Julie came out
after he left all cleaned up and naked. We climbed into
the bed, snuggled up to each other, and were both zonked
out in minutes.
As the weeks passed, Julie seemed to be turning into a
completely different woman. When we rented adult tapes,
she insisted that we get ones that seem to specialize in
oral sex and cum shots, often grabbing my arm excitedly
in the video store to point out one or more particularly
graphic box covers.
We would go home, relax after a nice dinner, and watch a
tape or two. Most times, we would be naked while
watching, idly playing with each other while we did.
After the movie, we almost always had sex, and Julie
almost always wanted me to ejaculate on her face or in
her mouth, emulating one of the starlets in the video if
at all possible. She liked to replay her favorite
scenes.
By far her favorites were any movies where the actor
Peter North gives his partner a cum shot in the face or
mouth, and we luckily found several. Although I don't
for a moment pretend to have either Peter's build or
volume, I think I did OK for myself.
I remember one orgasm that must have caught Julie a
little off guard, because the first shot went straight
into her mouth and she swallowed it down the "wrong
pipe", and started coughing and hacking it back up. Here
she was, choking and coughing on cum, and I continued to
spray it all over her face. By the time we finished, we
were both convulsing with laughter.
***
This behavior went on for a few months. Then, the most
amazingly erotic thing I'd ever seen took place. We live
near a couple of small colleges, and one day we were
talking about maybe going around to some of the local
bars or whatever to see if Julie got interested in any
of the guys. I can remember the conversation almost as
if it was yesterday...
I asked, "So, do ya think you'd like to go over near
Main Street and scout out the bars and clubs? Maybe
you'd see a guy you'd like to play around with?"
After a long moment of silence Julie replied, "You
really get off on seeing me with sperm on my face, don't
you?"
"Well, yes, actually I do. And if I remember correctly,
you don't exactly avoid it any more, do you?" I said.
"No, I guess I don't. But tell me, honey, do you really
love me? I mean, REALLY love me - enough to trust me not
to fall for any other guy, no matter what? Be honest,
now!" she said.
I wasn't worried. "Julie, you know I do. I don't even
look at other women! (Punch in arm playfully from her)
Well, I may look, but I really don't ever want any other
woman than you! You know that."
Julie finally said, "Well, ok, I guess so. Then, in that
case, I want to do something really kinky for you."
"What?" I asked with growing excitement.
"I want to drink a BUNCH of sperm out of a champagne
glass."
I looked at her wide-eyed, "Are you serious? Really?
Shit, Julie, I'd go fucking nuts to see that!"
"I thought you would. I just think it would be really
kinky and something that I may never do again, but just
once, I'd like to do it. Just think for the rest of our
lives, we'd always remember the time I drank a cum
cocktail!"
We were so turned on we went upstairs and fucked the
bejezus out of each other for two hours. The next
weekend we sat down and planned how we would go about
this. We decided that the two of us would visit the
taverns and bars around the area and scout out likely
looking guys. I would leave the final judging up to
Julie as to exactly who she chose, and even how many.
"How many guys do you think you'll want to have?" I
asked.
"Gee, I don't know. How many do you think?"
"Well, I'd say you'll need at least five or six to
produce enough stuff to make it worthwhile."
"Yeah, I guess so..."
So on Friday evening, we got dressed and hit the road.
In order to help get the guys' attention, I had Julie
wear one of my favorite of her outfits - a short black
denim skirt, a cotton halter top with fringes that just
barely covered the bottom halves of her boobs, and
stockings and heels. I had to do a bit of talking to get
her to wear the stockings with such a short skirt, but I
finally convinced her that we were going out to try to
get guys, not to meet with a parish priest.
She relented. The tops of her stockings were hidden when
she stood normally, but if she sat down, the dress rode
up a few inches, and you could definitely tell she had
on a garter belt and stockings, and not pantyhose. I of
course got an instant rock in my shorts.
We drove out to one of the local clubs. It was a typical
young adult place, with about 20 tables, a bar with a
dozen or so stools, two bartenders, a bunch of video
games, and a small bandstand that was luckily vacant
that night. There was music playing from the sound
system, though. Typical dance rock MTV junk (has anyone
else noticed how MTV has really degenerated since the
rap revolution? Back in the mid 80's it had some fairly
decent stuff on it, but now, it just stinks most of the
time).
Anyway, there was a good crowd on hand. Julie and I sat
at a table, and I could see she was embarrassed as she
sat down and her skirt hiked up to show the top band of
one stocking. When she crossed her legs it rode up even
farther, and she quickly squirmed around and tried to
pull it down. The waitress walked over to take our
order, and I could tell she noticed - she looked first
at Julie, then at me, and smiled in an sheepish kind of
way. Julie ordered her usual Margarita, and I had a gin
and tonic. We sipped our drinks in silence, just looking
around and eyeing the personnel.
After two drinks, Julie loosened up a bit. She purposely
crossed her legs and let her skirt ride up. I looked at
her and she winked at me saucily. I suggested we get up
to dance, so we did. It was a medium-fast number, and
Julie, who's a good dancer, really enjoyed it. We danced
for a few minutes, and I kept my eyes on the other guys
on the floor to see if they were watching. Most of them
were.
After the third number, we went to sit down, and one guy
stepped up and asked if he could dance with Julie. I
said 'Sure, why not', and they danced for two more
songs. He got a little friendly with her, I could see
him running his hands down over her rump and squeezing
her butt, and she rubbed up against him so as to
encourage it. After the song ended, they walked over to
the table together.
"May I buy you a drink?" the guy asked. We agreed, and
introduced ourselves. His name was Mike, and he was,
sure enough, a student. He was about 20, with brown hair
and a fairly muscular body. We sat and talked for a
while, and I could see that Julie liked him. It turned
out he was there with three other guys. I said he should
invite them over and we all moved to a bigger booth
along one wall.
The other guys all seemed to be fairly decent, not too
skaggy. Two of them were math majors, one was a
psychology major, and Mike was in business
administration. As the night wore on, we (I!) kept
plying Julie with Margaritas. She had had about five of
them when she excused herself to go to the ladies' room.
"Man, your wife is really sexy. You must be very lucky."
said one of the guys.
"Yes, I am. We have a very good life together. Of
course, she gets out of control every now and then, but
all in all she's pretty good."
"What do you mean, out of control?" Mike asked with a
smirk.
I decided to lay it on them. "Well, she loves to fuck
and suck. Sometimes I'm just not enough for her."
"What? What do you mean?"
"Well, let's just say this. Julie loves to have me
ejaculate on her, and I'm afraid two or three orgasms is
about my limit for a night, know what I mean?" I said,
grinning at them. "There are times when she's said she
wished she had more cum on her......and in
her.....mouth." I said the last word very slowly.
"Whoa! She swallows cum?" one of them blurted out.
"Oh yes, she loves it. In fact, that's kind of why we're
here tonight. We're looking for oh, four to six husky
young guys to supply her with enough sperm to satisfy
her, at least for one night. You guys mind if I ask a
question?"
I could tell they couldn't wait to hear my question. I
waited several dozen seconds just to heighten the
tension.
"Would you be willing to forego any orgasms for, say, a
week? And could you get maybe, two other guys to go
along with you? I can promise an evening you'll never
forget...."
"Why do we have to hold it for a week?" complained one
of them.
"Dummy! So your jizz builds up, you dipshit!" one of the
others answered him, perhaps a bit more crudely than I
would have, but I agreed.
"Exactly. A week's worth of semen from six, make that
seven with me, sets of balls and even Julie ought to be
satisfied."
"How do we know you're not shittin' us or something? I
never seen you before, mister. How do we know this isn't
some kind of fucking bust or something?"
"Since when is it illegal to fuck someone? I didn't ask
for any money, did I? And I don't want any. Julie's not
a whore, although she might enjoy acting like one now
and then. Hey, if you're not into it, fine, we'll find
some other guys..." I started to get up and leave them
there.
"No, no, no, sit down, man, we're cool. So, ah, what do
we do?"
I quickly gave them directions to our place, and told
them to be there the following Friday night, a week
later. They agreed not to have any orgasms, and to see
if they could get at least two other guys interested.
"By the way, no bi's or druggies, right? I mean, shit,
you guys better be clean!" I cautioned. They agreed, and
they seemed pretty clean cut, at least for college
students. Then the one curious one spoke up again.
"How do we know she's really into this shit, man?"
"Ask her. Here she comes back," I motioned over his
shoulder, "Ask her."
Julie came back and sat down next to me. She seemed
slightly flushed. She grabbed my hand and held it to her
thigh, and took a huge gulp of her by-now watered down
drink.
"Julie?" the one guy looked at her.
"Yeah?"
"What's your favorite white drink?" he said, cocking an
eye (no pun intended!) at me.
Julie looked at me for a second, as if to say "Did you
tell them?". I nodded just enough for her to see. She
reddened like a tomato in the August sun. Then she
straightened up her back , looked him right in the eye,
and said "Do you mean hot or cold?"
"Uh, hot, I guess."
"That's easy. Semen. I like to eat sperm." Their jaws
dropped. They'd obviously never seen a sexy,
intelligent, grown-up woman speak so sexy.
"So , will you be there?" I asked one more time.
"You bet!" was the pretty much collective response. We
finished our drinks quickly, and left. In the car on the
way home I teased Julie about it, just saying "oh, don't
worry, there can't be that much cum in the football
team.." and such. She giggled and punched me in the
side. Needless to say, we fucked like maniacs that
night.
***
Over the next week, it was very difficult to remain
celibate. Julie razzed me by playing with herself in
front of me one night until she came in a loud and
vociferous orgasm. I just bided my time, knowing that
Friday night would arrive sooner or later.
Sure enough, it did. When I got home from work (and that
was the longest friggin' day of <my> life, I'll tell
you!) Julie was already home, upstairs lounging in a hot
bath.
"Hi, honey. I thought I'd take a nice hot bath to soften
things up a bit, you know?" She'd already had a couple
of glasses of wine, I could tell.
"Good by me. Maybe I'll join you..."
"Oh no you don't, you just wait your turn." she grinned
at me. A couple of hours later, after we'd eaten a small
meal and had time to unwind, we sat in the living room
waiting. About a half hour early ( guys!) the bell rang.
It was our friends, sure enough. And there were seven,
count 'em, seven of them. They introduced themselves
again so we all knew them. They were Jim, Robert, Kevin,
Hank, Mike (we knew him), Peter, and one older guy,
Dave. He was a grad student at the college.
We all trooped into the living room. Julie had
disappeared upstairs, but I knew why. I got them all
drinks (soda or juice, I didn't want seven drunken
college guys pawing at my wife!) and we sat down to
shoot the shit for a while. In about ten minutes, I
heard a slight cough from the stairway in the hall. We
all turned to look.
I just about choked on my drink. Julie was floating down
the stairs in the goddammdest sexiest outfit I'd ever
seen her in. It was a lacy see-through bra with holes
for the nipples, which poked out like she'd been pulling
on them for half an hour, a red satin garter belt with
sexy black nylons, red satin panties (which turned out
to be CROTCHLESS! when she turned towards us) and red
spiked heels that I knew she didn't own the day before.
She also applied dark eye shadow and bright red
lipstick, and rouged her cheeks.
"I stopped to do a little shopping on the way home..."
she said to me, coyly. "You like?"
I could do little but stammer a 'yes', and walked over
to hug and kiss her. She returned my kiss passionately,
so I knew she was ready for this.
We pushed the furniture out of the way in the middle of
the living room, and laid a couple of big thick blankets
over the rug. I laid the ground rules.
"Ok, here's the rules. Condoms will be worn until the
very end. Julie will have sex with each of you in turn,
including me. Do not, repeat DO NOT ejaculate without
telling us. If you feel like you're close, stop whatever
you're doing and cool off a little. We have a little
surprise planned at the end, so don't worry about it."
Julie danced around a little bit, very sexily I might
add, as we all disrobed. Six of the seven cocks were
already hard by the time we all were naked. Julie
crooked a finger at one of the guys and motioned him to
come towards her. She fisted his cock as it hardened
fully, and then ripped open a condom and rolled it
sensuously down over his shaft. She did the same for the
other six guys (not me, of course!), all the time slowly
talking to them. They were strangely silent, as if they
still didn't really believe this was happening.
"I think my husband should be first, guys, ok? You just
wait your turn." she breathed, pulling me down on her. I
slid into her vagina, and it was so slick and wet I
couldn't believe it. She was really turned on. She
wrapped her legs around my butt and started pulling me
into her. I fucked her for about five or so minutes. She
started to groan and moan, and I know she had at least
one orgasm. Then I had to pull out.
"Sorry, hon, I gotta stop or I'll cum. Let someone else
have a turn." And so we went. I sat down on the sofa and
watched. I'll admit, it turned me on tremendously to see
her getting fucked right in front of my eyes. And that's
what it was, too. She wasn't having sex, she was getting
FUCKED! She looked me right in the eyes most of the
time, but she did motivate her partners too. At one
point, she was on her hands and knees, getting fucked
from behind by Pete, she was sucking on Mike, and was
jerking off Jim and Kevin. The other guys stood or sat
around watching her.
Gradually, they warmed to the task, saying stuff like
"Look at that bitch fuck. Man, can she suck cock!" I
looked at Julie, and saw that their rough talk wasn't
offending her. I walked around in front of her and knelt
down. My face was inches from hers. She looked at me.
Her lips were wrapped around a hard thick cock that was
pistoning in and out of her mouth. I wasn't more than
six inches from her.
"I love you, Julie. Are you having a good time?"
She nodded in agreement. I sat and watched her for a few
more minutes. The guys fucking her switched around, then
they laid her gently on her back and started in. One guy
was in her pussy, she was jerking off two others, and I
straddled her chest and pushed her tits together to fuck
them. Pete laid his cock down over her forehead and
pressed the tip into her mouth.
We went on and on. It seemed like there was somebody
fucking her continuously for at least an hour. Each time
one of the guys came near an orgasm, he pulled out (of
her pussy, or her mouth, or whatever) and let the
pressure go down. Julie was having an orgasm about every
five minutes, I think, and she was starting to get
sweaty and sticky, even with the air conditioning.
Finally, she croaked "No more, I can't take any more,
God, I can't take any more..." She'd reached her vaginal
orgasm limit, I suppose. She disentangled herself from
each of the guys. "You want to tell them, or shall I?"
she asked.
"Oh, you do it. It sounds much sexier that way." I
teased.
"Ok. Guys, I'm gonna drink your cum. I want you to all
stand here in a line, and I'm gonna give you a blow job
until you cum. When you cum, I want to you do it in this
glass here." She had walked over to an end table and
picked up on of our wine glasses from earlier. It was a
large glass, I suppose it held about 10 or twelve
ounces. The guys lined up. They couldn't believe what
was happening.
My wife Julie got to her knees and went down the line,
sucking each one in turn. When she'd got them all back
to almost firing point, she started back at the first
one, glass in hand. I watched in rapt fascination. My
wife sucked those guys like she'd been doing it all her
life. The smallest cock was about six inches long, and
the biggest was maybe ten inches, and quite fat. She
throated each and every one of them. I sat there and
slowly jerked off, saving mine for last.
First to go off was Pete. She sucked his condom clad
cock like a banshee, and he finally grunted that he was
coming. Julie whipped the cock from her mouth and pulled
the condom off quickly, and aimed the cock into the
glass. We all watched in fascination as at least six or
seven strong spurts of his semen jetted into the glass.
"Oh yeah, cum for me, cum for me, that's a boy, that's
good, oh yeah!" she encouraged him. He groaned and
pulsed a few more spurts out. Nearly all of it went in
the glass, but some dripped out onto the back of Julie's
hand. She purred and licked the stray drops off her
hand, and knee-walked to the next in line.
Like clockwork, she worked her way down the line. Each
guy got about three or four minutes of a marvelous blow
job, and then had their cum into the glass. It started
to fill up. I was amazed. The glass was about two and a
half or three inches across at the top, and about five
inches tall. By the time Julie had done five of them, it
was almost half full! The grad student, Dave, amazed us
all. He came at least ten good strong spurts, groaning
in release.
The others all had a good six or seven jets themselves.
The cum in the glass took on a milky consistency, Julie
constantly stirring it around. Finally, she was at the
last guy. I went down to stand beside him and watch. It
was like a scene from dream, my wife, down on her knees,
servicing these seven guys, and finishing with me. As
she sucked on the last guy, she looked up at me, as if
to say "See me, dear? I'm sucking cock, and I love it!"
I reached down and stroked her hair and cheeks. The last
guy finally came with a rush into the glass.
"Now, dear, I want you to wet my whistle!" I knew what
she meant. She wanted me to cum down her throat. She
began giving me a loving yet extremely erotic and vocal
blow job. I couldn't last long, and didn't. I finally
grabbed the sides of her head and pushed my cock all the
way down her throat, and let loose a volley of cum that
seemed to go on forever. The guys had all gathered
around to watch this.
They saw Julie swallowing, obviously and with great
enjoyment swallowed my ejaculation. My toes curled up,
my eyes went glassy, and still I spurted. I think I
spurted eight or nine times, and each one seemed to take
the very life out of me. Finally Julie pushed herself
back and my cock sprang free, two last jets pulsing out
and splashing wetly on her heaving face. "Yeah, oh yeah,
baby, cum on my face!"
The guys cheered. Then still on her knees, she raised
the glass of sperm from seven other men, said "Here we
go, guys" and without missing a beat, took a giant swig
of the cum cocktail. She let the messy liquid spill over
her upper lip and drip and drool down her chin. She
swallowed noisily, and then took another drink, again
letting the cum drool and flow over her. A third swallow
went right down, and there was finally just a little bit
left in the glass, about a quarter of an inch's worth.
"Oh, well, what the hell!" she grinned, then upended the
glass over her face, letting the remaining cum drain out
and splash over her face. This was the most erotic thing
I'd ever seen! The cum poured from the glass, dripping
and dropping onto her upturned face. She let the drops
fall on her cheeks and nose and eyes and forehead, and
in her mouth when she could. Finally , it was over. The
glass was drained. The guys were drained. Then she
looked me right in the eye. My wife knelt there. I gazed
at her face. She had several long lines of cum draining
down across one cheek, and numerous small and large
drops of it scattered all over her features. She had cum
in her hair. She had it in her ears. She even had a
large blob of it just inside her nose.
"Dear?"
"Yeah?" I croaked in response.
"Do you like?"
"Oh god Julie, you're fucking fantastic. You look sexy
as hell!"
"I'm glad you approve. 'Cause I want to do it again!"
And she did. But maybe that's another story.
The End
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