I turned 18 this week, and celebrated by daring myself to go out and rent some porn. No more peeking slyly at little clips on my computer; I would watch a full-length movie loud and proud…after sneaking it into my house, of course.
I had the whole house to myself that night; my parents would totally not be home til after midnight. I turned out all the lights in my room and took off all my clothes. I could see my body glowing from the light of my TV in my mirror. I lounged in bed and started the flick.
Now it’s important to say here how much I love men. I haven’t actually had sex yet, but I won’t lie that sex is always on my mind. I masturbate at least twice a day, really, and almost all the time have the same thing on my mind. Jizz. Seriously. I am in love with men and in love with jizz. The first time I saw a man jizz all over a beautiful girl in a porn clip, I was just dying for that to be my destiny. I just think it looks so hot, all the jizz running down a girl’s chin or boobs. It’s just so intimate and personal and possessive. Like I’m marked, and I’m his.
Anyway, I turned on the flick, and almost right away there was this girl and guy doing it. I watched her take his whole huge cock in her mouth and suck him off. Right away I slid my hand to my pussy and started rubbing it. He really fucked her face, and she took all his thrusts so well, swallowing him so deeply. I imagined what it would be like to finally have a cock in my mouth. He came, shooting all this thick jizz all over her face and down her boobs. I came too, just at the sight of it.
Then—and here comes my real point in sharing all this—I must have fallen asleep soon after, because the next thing I remember is the same guy suddenly turning and stepping out of the TV. It was so real feeling. Just like my TV was a window, he casually turned, smiled and stepped right into my bedroom. I glared at him, this thrill of nerves zinging inside me. He was naked, his giant erection pointing right at me.
I remember suddenly feeling so hungry. Similar to that in jizz on a wife. I crawled up to him, looking up into his eyes. He stroked my hair and I took hold of his cock—I still remember the warmth and thickness of it—and he said, “I saw you watching. You want to try?”
It was so real—I remember feeling this burning blushing in my cheeks, but I ravenously took his cock in my mouth and tried to be exactly like the girl I saw. I worked and worked, thinking in my brain how exciting it would be to finally feel a man’s jizz for real!
And just as I thought it—it happened! He moaned: “Here it comes!” And I saw so much jizz shoot out toward me. I leaned forward and caught it all on my face, loving its gooey warmth, letting it spray all over me. And it didn’t stop; I just held my face up, wanting myself completely covered in all his delicious jizz.
The last thing I remember is him actually rubbing all the jizz into my boobs, but then I woke up because it was really my dog Sprinkles just climbing on me. Oh well. But wasn’t that a great dream? It’s so depressing, but so exciting: I’m sad it wasn’t real, but I’ll still never forget the feeling.
