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”?
