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My Fetish

This is how I first learned about my fetish for guys' semen. I am 32 years old now and married with two kids, but my story began when I was 14.

I was going steady with my boyfriend of one year. He was two years older than I was. Up until his 16th birthday, we didn't have much opportunity to be alone, but as soon as he got his driver's license, the world opened up in wonderful ways.

My parents knew him and thought that he was a 'nice boy' and very respectful. They didn't dream that their little girl and this nice boy would do what we ended up doing, but I'm glad it worked out the way it did.

We were allowed to go on 'car dates' as long as I was home by 10:00. We made sure to keep to that schedule so we could pretty much do what we wanted. And we definitely wanted to make out.

It didn't take very long for him to find the best places to park and we spent a lot of time fogging up the windows in his car. I was very familiar with the bulge in his pants that grew when we were making out. He found my erect nipples and my wet spot in my panties, too. He asked me to wear skirts when we went out and I generally did if the weather was not too cold or rainy.

One Saturday, when we were getting especially hot for each other, I was rubbing on his bulge and he was moaning. He grabbed my hand and made me stop for a minute. He told me that he didn't want to make a mess in his pants.

I had had sex ed at school and knew what he was talking about. I was very horny and very curious and I asked him if I could see him shoot. I didn't have to work very hard to persuade him to take his penis out of his pants for me to see.

I was fascinated by it. He was very hard and the tip was a dark purple and the veins were bulging around it. I thought it was amazing and had to hold it. I fell in love with the texture of his skin, especially on the tip and began caressing it.

He grabbed my hand and showed me how to stroke him the way he liked it and, in a very short time, I was surprised by ropes of white glistening fluid that shot out, onto my legs and on my skirt. I stopped stroking him for a moment and he told me not to stop, so I kept it up until he stopped me.

My panties were soaking wet by this action and I wanted to jill off right there, but my legs and my right hand and my skirt were a mess. I sniffed the stuff on my hand and liked it. I took a little taste and liked it some more, so I licked it off of my hand and scooped up what I could from my legs and my skirt.

He wanted to do me too and he had his hand under my skirt and found how wet my panties were. I showed him how I like to be rubbed and he got me off really quickly, too.

By this time, he was hard again and I practiced what he taught me. It took a little longer this time, but I was rewarded by another shot onto my legs and my panties as my skirt had been hiked up to let him do me.

I enjoyed the second taste as much as the first. We continued to masturbate each other until we broke up just before he graduated from high school.

By that time, I was 16, had my own driver's license, and had gotten on the pill so I could enjoy my boyfriends more fully. Still, the feeling of making a guy shoot, hearing him grunt and moan, seeing that lovely stuff shoot out of him onto my hand and other parts, always was a turn on for me.

Ever since, I have been devoted to the male orgasm and what comes out of it. I've usually given my dates and then my husband hand jobs as much for my pleasure as for his. I never considered myself promiscuous in any way since I had only had penetration sex with a few guys in school before I married my husband.

I have never strayed from our marriage, but I have, with my husband's knowledge and consent, given hand jobs to some other guys. I think he likes to see me make other guys ecstatic with my manual skills. I always get a good session with him afterwards!


Posted on: 2012-05-23 00:00:00 | Author: