Every college girl needs pizza money, right? So I worked at a local coffee shop. Things started off fine, but considering my flat lined love life, my mind began to wander. Soon I felt like I was drowning in a fishbowl. I could see the men, but I couldn’t get at them—through the window outside, through the rings on every bride’s finger—but I wanted them so bad. Schoolwork was a decent distraction, because I could read and fantasize, but it’s just not the same as a real cock.
Then I met Tony and Tami. They also worked at AllInternal. I’d been helping them for months at the store. They were so excited, so in love, but I wasn’t jealous at all because they both were so sweet and really showered me with attention. One night they asked me out to dinner. A few drinks in, it all came spilling out: I’m a desperately horny 20-year-old girl who’s starving like mad for some fun.
They looked at each other in this weird, excited way. “If you’re willing to be kinky,” Tami said. “We can help.”
A couple hours later, I’m in their house, tied up, naked, a safeword ready—just in case, they said—in my brain. I was now their cum slave. If I liked men so bad, Tony said, I just might like this.
I was on all fours, my wrists and ankles bound apart with these metal bars. Tami was standing over me, telling me to lift my head so my face was ready for her Love.
Tony appeared, also naked, but like you see in paintings—so raw and predatory. His cock was already so huge and hard…I felt my pussy start to get wet, and for the first time, I felt so self-conscious that they both could see me like this. I liked it.
Tony told me to open my mouth. Tami steadied my head as he pushed his cock in. Eagerly I tightened my lips, swirled my tongue around his shaft. He thrust in deep, but I fought gagging and kept up as he really fucked my face.
“Get ready, little girl,” he said. “Here it comes.”
My heart raced as he suddenly pulled out and squirted a thick load of cum all down my face. Oh it felt so wonderful—to have the taste of Tony in my throat, on my lips, in my eyes and down my cheeks…it was everywhere. Tami pointed out that my pussy was already so wet, you could see my upper thighs shining.
This was definitely so new to me—I’d never been tied up in my life, or had a threesome! But just getting to release and roll around in a gorgeous man’s jizz was worth almost anything.
Next I thought he might fuck me, but he actually had Tami bend over in front of me and I had to watch while he fucked her. Soon he came again, all over and in her pussy. Then, to my surprise, he ordered me to clean her up! And what’s more, I really wanted to please him, to taste him again and maybe get a shot at having that cock finally myself. She backed her pussy up to my lips and I began to lick ravenously. She even bore down so his jizz came squirting out of her hole, and she really pushed it in my face, grinding his cum on my nose and mouth. My face was really dripping by the time she was done.
I didn’t get to have Tony that night. “All in good time,” he said with a wink. But I followed all his orders and went home that night absolutely covered in cum. We’re meeting again tonight…I can handle his teasing, as long as I get his jizz. It’s so totally the best part!
She sits with her legs spread in a V in front of her at the edge of the couch, naked, running a manicured nail in circles around her tender pink nipple, her big blue doe eyes staring up at him. Her tongue flicks at her
lip. “I want your cum.” She was dreaming of multiple guys’ jizz on her at once.
She says, with a hand twisting her long blond hair. She tilts her head to the side.
He smiles, and lazily tugs at his hard cock. “Just wait, baby girl. I’m going to give you more than you can handle.”
She perks up, sits straighter.
“But not yet.” He slaps his cock against the side of her face, flushed red from excitement and she lets out a little moan, with her tongue laps at it. He grabs her hair and throws her head away. “Not yet, bitch.”
She waits, breathing hard, thrusting her big breasts toward him, wondering where he’ll give it to her. She imagines the hot jizz squirting in between her breasts, rubbing it all over her naked body. She imagines it on her
face, slathering it on like luxurious lotion. She closes her eyes and her finger travels down her body to touch her clit. And that’s when it explodes against her face, the gush of it, hot and sticky and his moans, slapping her
in the most delightful ways and she cries out and licks at the white cum, bordering her lip and always, always wanting more.
I recently decided I needed a life (mostly looking at my phone bill and seeing how much time I spend just freaking texting all day), and started taking some painting classes after work. I doubt my landscapes will ever be worth a dime, but it’s definitely therapeutic to be in a quiet classroom thinking of flowers, clouds and trees.
My husband got curious as I began bringing finished pieces home. He got me an easel for my birthday, and now he’ll peek at me over his coffee Saturday mornings, watching as I set up new fruits or photos in the kitchen beside the easel to attempt. The peeking also probably has something to do with my painting naked. Why ruin clothes, you know?
One Saturday, he got up from his seat, came around behind me and whispered in my ear. “Did you ever maybe thinking of combining this passion with your other big passion?”
“And what is that?” I coyly whispered, nipping his ear.
“I know what else you like dripping down your skin when you’re naked. Care to make a masterpiece together?”
We began kissing, and what followed was definitely one of the more bizarre, erotic moments of my life. Yes, my husband totally knows that I’m a bit of—okay, completely—a cum fiend, but he totally pushed me to new heights with it here.
He stopped kissing me only to put my canvas on the floor, then started up again. His hands were everywhere, stroking my hair, squeezing my tits, pushing between my pussy lips, making me so wet! I felt his cock come up nice and hard along my thigh. I just love his cock so much—as soon as it’s hard, I’m on it.
I pushed him up against the counter, and then bent over in front of him, spreading my ass. He pushed into my pussy, and I moaned as he fucked me so nice and hard. Usually, he withdraws and cums all over me somewhere, and we enjoy rubbing it into my skin, but he had other ideas now. He wanted jizz dripping all over me!
I felt him suddenly cum, filling my pussy up. I could feel the hot jizz shooting into me, so warm and creamy. Then quickly he grabbed my hips and swiveled me over the canvas in a squat.
“Now push,” he said. Oooh, this was so naughty! I did as told and his jizz came oozing out of me, glopping down on the canvas with a sploot. I grabbed a paintbrush and some paint and began to spread his cum around, mixing a little color here and there.
I giggled, looking at my work. “This is hilarious, love! So abstract and avant-garde and absolutely filthy.”
All he answered was, “Think it needs more?”
Seconds later, I had his cock in my mouth, just relishing the energy and taste of him. I took him in this slow, tight deep throat even, and he watched closely as I gagged and released. I used my hands, mouth and tongue on him until he came, this time all over my face. I received the jizz hungrily; my hand on his spraying cock like it was a water fountain washing my skin. I turned to the canvas and kissed his cum onto it, and my husband swept his hands on my cheeks, then finger painting the cum all over.
We kept at it, and I kept adding color, until it was actually this gorgeous little piece all thick, gooey and vibrant. We have it hanging over our bed now. My husband is such an inspiration—and I turn red now every time I think about why!
At first I took Medieval Lit because I thought reading about knights and heroes and epic sex was cool, but the stakes totally got upped when I met my jizz professor. He walked in—young, tanned, dimpled—and this total twinkle of cleverness in his eyes.
I completely pictured him as every hero we studied. He was Beowulf, Sir Gawain, Cuchulainn. I thought of him all the time when I masturbated, too. Mostly I thought of him coming on me. Yes. He was so powerful, so beautiful as the heroes in my mind; I wanted him inside me, on me, all over me. His cum always flowed in my fantasies, rippling down my breasts and my ass and my face. I wanted to just drown in him, and the thought always made my own orgasms electrify me.
Imagine my delight, then, when I learned my desire was his desire too.
At the end of the semester, he called me to his office. Routine, you know? But when I arrived, he shut the door and knelt in front of my seat. He seemed so nervous.
“Jeannie, I need to be honest with you …” he was even sweating now, but all that made me do was picture him fighting Grendel, “I have spent a semester talking with you…looking at you. I know this is completely inappropriate, but—”
“If we’re quiet, we could do it right here, right now.” I blurted. His mouth hung open, stunned. I put my hand over my mouth and laughed, embarrassed. “Oh my God. You are making a move, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then fuck me.”
Instantly we were at it. I just could not wait to get at his cock; I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants clear.
His cock spilled through the opening in his boxers, already so big and hard. It would feel awesome in my pussy—and my mouth.
I swallowed his cock and he groaned. Working him with deep, wet tension, I sucked fast, and then slow, keeping him on his toes how I’d have him. He ran his hands through my hair, and then squeezed my head, guiding it, so I could learn the exact way he liked his cock sucked.
“Get up.” He grunted. “I want to fuck you and get my jizz all over your ass. Cool?”
I sprang up and kissed him gratefully.
He turned me around so I was bent over his desk. He lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down, my ass and pussy in his full view. Then I felt him rub the head of his cock up against my asshole. I relaxed, pushing back, wanting him so bad. Quickly his cock popped inside me, and he began to fuck my brains out. I had to grit my teeth and grab his desk hard, so desperate not to make a sound!
He fucked me so hard, over and over—but then pushed into me and just held there—and I could feel my ass just get filled and filled with his hot, shooting cum. God it felt so amazing! When he was done, he slowly pulled out, spreading my ass cheeks wide apart.
“I want to see it come out,” he whispered. “Push the jizz out for me?”
As he watched, I bore down, and I could feel his jizz slide right out of my gaping hole. He caught it with his fingers and spread it, as promised, all over my cheeks. Inside and out, I felt so warm and yummy with his cum! He patted my ass and kissed me.
“Dinner tonight? My place? Then we can be noisy,” he grinned.
“Perfect,” I agreed. “I like my sex a little more epic myself.”
I never took another one of his classes; but I’ve been covered in his cum every night since.
You know why I love cum? Because it is slippery and sticky…and fun to share. See, my best girlfriend Julie and I ended up at different colleges, like clear across the country. We like our schools, but miss each other dreadfully, so on every holiday we get together and make it a night we totally won’t forget. We’re best friends mostly because of sex. We can talk about anything, do anything—and I’ve never known anyone but her to have the same appetite as I do. Two girls hungry for cum! I literally thought I was just this total freak to love cum so much before I met her.
Julie and I were meeting over Thanksgiving one time, the Saturday after. We had the house to ourselves for the weekend because her parents had left to visit some friends. It was pretty early still, just getting on dinner time…we’d watched some movies, done our nails, and were now just lying in her bedroom talking when she had this insane idea.
“I’ll be blunt,” she said. “Are you horny?”
“Yes. We just watched two jizz videos and Boogie Nights!”
She grabbed her cell phone and started dialing. “Are you hungry?”
“For what?”
“Who cares,” she said. “If we don’t like it when it shows…we’ll just order something else.”
Yeah, it’s exactly what it sounded like: we started calling delivery places and ordering the minimum, and if we liked the delivery guy when he showed, we had him give us a little something extra.
It was our third delivery before we liked our first guy. He was this cute High School senior, a blue-eyed baseball player making some honest cash to put towards college. Adorable.
We had him sprawled out on Julie’s bed gasping in wild disbelief as we sucked him off together. He had his hand on my naked ass, squeezing and spanking it as I licked his balls. Julie was blowing his shaft with fierce, eager strokes. Then we shared his shaft, both of us licking it up and down and begging him for his cum. With him, we took it all over our faces: he shouted “I’m coming” and Julie tilted his cock so it sprayed my cheeks and lips. Then she kissed me, a deep French kiss, swallowing his cum, getting it all sticky and dribbling down her chin. He asked for our numbers. I gave him mine—he tasted great.
Our next guy was this poor big teddy bear who’d recently been laid off from some big banking position…I think we lifted his spirits a bit. He had me lay on top of Julie, us making out while he alternated fucking our pussies. I sucked Julie tits as he came raging inside her, and I quickly scurried down to lap it all up as it oozed so hot and fresh out of her. This guy was so juiced after all this, he decided to go try and win his estranged wife back. Go him. He even made a great jizz video.
By the end of the night, we’d played with six guys, and out tummies were all full and satisfied. The next morning, we took a shower together and headed down stairs.
Would you believe her parents were home early? There they were in the kitchen, just staring at the counter full of pizzas, Chinese, wings, pasta. It was hilarious! Julie told them we’d had a party, and these were leftovers. Not entirely untrue, of course—the best way to lie. Oh, Julie…I loved tasting her in that jizz as much as the jizz itself. Okay, maybe not. Cum is still the best, but there’s no one I’d rather share it with.
My boyfriend has had the same pack of buddies since high school. Three of them, all named John, believe it or not, plus my boyfriend, Joseph.
When they’re all over, I love cooking for them, serving them, basking in their energy. It’s the submissive in me, I guess. But more so, I think the food and waiting is a symbol. Their satisfaction is the only thing I can get from them publicly…instead of getting what I really want.
And what’s that? Cum. All their cum. I have a whole secret fantasy I like to think about a lot.
It starts with Joseph leading me into a room with a bed under a spotlight. He kisses me, strips me down so I’m completely naked, and then has me lie down on the bed.
Then, he snaps each of my wrists into a leather cuff so I’m tied down, helpless, but hungry.
Joseph circles around now, climbing on top of me. He unzips his pants, revealing a giant erection, which he plunges right into me, fucking me so hard. I moan, spreading my legs as wide as I can, begging for his cum. After I’ve pleaded to his satisfaction, he pulls out, squirting this glistening load of jizz all over my stomach.
Suddenly, out of the darkness one of the Johns appears: they’ve all been in the shadows, watching us the whole time.
Now Joseph walks over to my head; John meets us there. He unzips his pants. Joseph opens my mouth and makes start to suck John off. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I see another John appear.
This John roughly tosses my legs upward: he wants my tight little asshole. I grunt as he pushes in, loving the totally full sensation. The jizz was dripping down my leg.
And just as I think I couldn’t possibly be more used, the third John arrives, takes off his pants and straddles my chest. I hear Joseph bark from somewhere unseen for me to push my breasts tight around his cock, and I do. John fucks my tits and I feel his friction warming my chest.
It’s such a rush to think of Joseph watching me get fucked by all his friends. My head is swimming; I’m dying to come myself. But not until the big finish.
Suddenly, all the Johns begin shooting cum like dominoes: the first drenches my face; the second sprays my asshole and legs; the third empties all over my tits. It’s just raining cum all over me.
Then Joseph reappears: he’s been jacking off this entire time. He walks up, sticks his cock in my mouth and makes me swallow this giant wad of cum.
I’m covered inside and out now with so much hot jizz. And then Joseph makes me masturbate for all of them: they all watch me rub my soaking wet pussy until I come, screaming.
So…what do you think? Maybe I’m crazy, but thinking of this just drives me nuts.
I have these two best guy friends—the three of us have been friends since
Kindergarten—and as long as I can remember they’ve been like two big competitive
bulldogs constantly trying to best the other. Grade school was all about sports and
other normal things, and then puberty hit and they went nuts. I had to be the
witness while they counted their pubic hairs, racked up dates over the summer. Who
felt how many tits? And of course, how big is my cock?
Tonight—and it only took them each like two beers to get here—we were on the subject
of whose cum tastes better.
“That would imply you’ve tasted your own cum at some point.” Marc chided Bobby. I
was sitting between them on my couch. “And that’s about the gayest thing I’ve
heard.”
“No it completely doesn’t and don’t be a homophobe,” Bobby fired back. “You’re just
being a douche to dodge the subject. I’m just saying I’m sure mine tastes better
because I eat better than you do.”
“You eat lettuce, tofu and Styrofoam. I eat ice cream and steak.”
And once all this stalling banter finally fizzled out, guess what: I got to be judge.
Oh yeah, did I mention we sometimes all fuck each other too? I think their biggest
game, in the end, is who will finally win me. But that sounds really conceited, even
though it’s been quite a ride to date. But anyway, let’s get back to the cum at
hand:
I knelt at their feet: their eyes were so wide. Who to pick? Like a cat, I chose to
crawl up Marc’s lap and start undoing his belt. By the time I had his cock out, it
was very, very hard. Gripping it firmly, I took it in my mouth and started giving
him the best, tightest blow job I could.
Meanwhile, I could see Bobby had his eyes on me. And I made sure to give a little
show: hardly utilitarian about this, I truly savored Marc’s cock, feeling my own
tits through my shirt with my free hand, giving little moans. I even deepthroated
him at one point, and I loved the gasp I got out Marc when I did.
I really was in love with them both. So it was no surprise that as I felt Marc get
ready to spurt, I upturned my face, dying to get covered in his jizz. His cock was
so slick with my spit, that I easily jacked him off the last second or two before he
suddenly squirted his load. He shot it out pretty far, and very thickly: he hit me
all over the face, and, of course, onto my waiting tongue. As I relished it in my
mouthy, he stroked my hair with his hand.
“SO, Jeannie?” Bobby asked.
“Won’t say a thing til all entries are in,” I answered. “So, are you entering me or
not?”
Bobby eagerly took out his cock and met me as I plunged it in my mouth. He really
fucked my face more than Marc did, excitedly thrusting his cock in and out of me.
His pubic hair tickled my nose and made me giggle, but he really worked his cock
otherwise as well as any porn star. But quick as he fucks, he cums just as fast.
Almost immediately he pulled out and began firing jizz all over my face. I opened my
mouth, extending my tongue to catch all of it I could, like snowflakes. I swished it
around in my mouth, thinking.
I looked at each of them. They were totally dying.
“I would have to say…” Honestly, Marc’s ice cream and steak theory was right. But
I’m not an idiot. “I need more evidence.”
“Oh really,” Bobby said, standing, scooping me up. Marc followed, and started to
mess with my fly and pull my jeans down. “We’ll have to see what we can do about
that.”
Oh yeah, there was a lot of fucking. I could’ve had twenty women do taste tests in
the end I was so covered. My girlfriends say I should pick between them and be done.
I say, with that much cock in my back pocket: why should I ever?
Pics of Cum for Cover
I just lost my virginity recently, and it was so huge for me… I really didn’t know
how much I liked cocks and cum! Getting fucked really woke something up in me. And
as a little confession and bit of evidence, I can’t resist writing about this dream
I had last night…
I was in this beautiful stone room with torches blazing, and tons of masked, naked
men held on leashes by robed, faceless figures. These men were specimens of offering
to me. I could feel my pussy get so wet!
I shouted an order, and some other faceless figures put together a circle of eight
low stools. Slowly, I began to walk up and down the line of naked men. Their cocks
were thick, hard and at the ready. There were hairy ones, long ones, big balls,
smaller balls, and I touched them all. Very leisurely and carefully in fact. I was
definitely inspecting them, having fun squeezing, petting them, weighing their balls
in my hand. When I reached the end of the line, I turned, and selected eight of
them. They were lead, each one of them, onto a stool.
Then, everyone left us. Just me and the masked men, cocks teased and throbbing. I
stood in the center of the circle.
As it turned out, I was some kind of jizz vampire. While the men kept their hands
behind their backs obediently, I began to suck each of them very hungrily. My mouth
tight and hot, I licked and sucked and jerked all of them off. And when they came, I
always did something different. Sometimes I swallowed the cum, letting it slide so
deliciously down my throat. Or maybe I let it shoot all over my face, loving the
soft wetness. I even opened my shirt and jerked off two guys until they squirted
loads of jizz all over my tits.
Once this was done, I stood in the center again and took my clothes off. Every last
bit: I stood totally naked, my long hair down, tickling the top of my ass. I was
getting ready for a “shower.” I remember feeling so horny, that this first round of
just playing around with cum wasn’t enough.
I got down on all fours and the men stepped off their stools. One of them
immediately grabbed my ass, spread my cheeks and began rubbing his hardening cock on
my little asshole. In fact, they all picked a different part—arms, back, feet—and
began working themselves up. There was this flurry of cocks all around me, and in my
pussy, ass and mouth, and I loved watching and feeling them use my body to work
themselves up.
And then suddenly—whoosh—they all began to let loose. Huge loads of cum shot all
over my ass, my back, my face, my hanging tits, my stomach, my legs and feet. They
were just covering me in jizz and I remember sticking my tongue out to try and lap
it up from wherever I could as it shot out.
Once done, they all rubbed their big strong hands over me, making sure my skin just
glistened head to toe. I was this glowing jizz goddess, reveling in the smell, feel
and sight of it all. After this, they tenderly picked me up and carried me to a
beautiful bed, and I fell asleep…but then I really woke up. Best dream ever!
I lost my virginity when I was 23. Had to.
I’m sure I have a brain tumor, my sex drive’s so ravenous (I masturbate 3 times a day, sometimes more). For a long time it kept me from having any real long-term relationship, because I was so hungry, yet so desperate to be a good girl. I’d just avoid men altogether. That is, until I decided to use a fuck-buddy to keep me satisfied in the meantime.
This stunt cock thought it was the best thing ever to cum inside a woman. His cock would disappear inside me and make its little wet squooshy deposit. Once done, he’d be cheering, throwing confetti and unfurling “Go me!” signs, but I’d be lying there thinking, “You even broke your best time record. Whoopee.”
Soon, however, my plan worked. While I fucked donut cock at home, I fell for rugged new tire Henry. When things officially became serious, I sent Wonder Cock packing.
I managed to wait a whole month more before finally going nuts on Henry. And he was such a gentleman, letting me decide if I was ready.
Here’s what happened when I was: I arrived at his place one night. He opened the door, and I began to just kiss and kiss him. We were in his bedroom in a minute. I pushed him down, straddled him, took out his cock and eagerly sucked it in my wet mouth.
I worked and worked him, wondering when he’d cum. With my fuck buddy, he would just fill my mouth up like a soft-serve ice cream machine and I’d swallow.
But not Henry.
Suddenly, he gripped my hips and groaned “Stop.” He turned me around, practically ripped off my shirt so my tits were free. He pushed me down and straddled my chest, his cock right in my face.
He told me to squeeze my tits around his cock. This was my very first tit-fuck. It was quick—my blow job had really turned him on.
Suddenly his jizz spurted out all over my chest. It was a thick, powerful load—amazing to watch—and it felt so wonderfully warm all over my skin. I loved the feeling of it flowing, pouring all over me. When it was done, we both paused, admiring it. And then he did something that drives me absolutely insane now: I cannot have sex without it.
He reached down, and rubbed his cum into my skin. Very slowly, tenderly. Not only was I wearing his cum, but I would wear it all over, every possible inch it could touch. With both hands, he gently massaged, frosted my tits like cupcakes. Oh, that cum felt incredible spreading all over me! And it made such amazing heat under Henry’s hands! He didn’t stop rubbing me until my entire bosom just glowed and glowed with his cum.
So, apparently, I’m a tactile girl when it comes to cum. Who knew I could get such an extra huge kick out of sex? Jizz rocks! In fact, I love having sex after my shower in the morning so I can secretly wear Henry’s cum to work on my ass, tits, stomach, or even my face. The way he massages me with it, no one can guess what dirty things I’ve been up to. I feel so loved, so naughty, so special when I’m dressed in Henry’s cum. It’s my favorite white thing to wear—after my wedding dress of course. We’re getting married next week—two years to the day since we met. Care to guess what item I’ll be wearing that’s “borrowed”?
So you want to pick up some cum loving babes but dont know where to start. Have no fear, the process is actually quite simple. For this you will need to be a small time writer, if you’re not dont worry, just pretend to be one. Find some crappy novel, and remember the autor’s name, remember you are now this person, practice saying “my name is … ” a few times. Now, head to a local coffee shop in the middle of the day. Why the middle of the day? because these bitches dont have jobs, and they are just craving cum, and a coffee shop is the perfect reason to justify sitting around looking for cock. Bring a notebook, remember you’re a writer now! Get a coffee and sit down by yourself. Let the girls come to you, trust me they will. After striking up some lame conversation, ask to hangout sometime. Dont ask to jerk off on their face right away, they do want the cum dripping down their face, but coffee shop girls feel better about it if you make them dinner first.
