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 Learning to love it.  by brob

   I thought I'd relate something of myself.  It's a part of my life that I
look back on often, even fantasize about.  My wife would never understand
this.  She does humor me a bit once in a while, after we've had sex,
allowing me to "have my way." She really has no idea though....or maybe she
does and its just something she doesn't want to acknowledge.

   I was in college when I learned of my fondness for the taste of cum. 
For years I had been tasting my own whenever I masturbated.  It was
something I felt comfortable with.  I had even had a girlfriend shortly
that would kiss me after giving me a blowjob.  It was the sexiest thing a
girl had ever done.  Even so, it sure wasn't something that you could share
with one of your buddies!

   The time I'm thinking of I was in grad school, and was living next to a
nurse named Sherry.  We were good friends, nothing too serious.  I'm not
sure if it was the nurse in her, but sex was something she just never
hesitated to talk about.  I don't mean she was always talking about it,
more like she was comfortable with it, lending towards the clinical. 
Desires, taboos, watching porn, whatever was all fair game.  She was the
only girl I've ever known like that.

   We would hang out together, watch a movie, share a pizza, that kind of
relationship.  We also talked about our respective boyfriends/girlfriends.
She was great to be around, just a fun girl.

   I went over to her house one afternoon after I got home from campus. 
She came to the door in a short robe, hair tousled.  I figured she had just
gotten up, since I knew she had come off a night shift at the hospital at
7am.

   I offered to come in and make her breakfast.  She just sort of stumbled
back into the bedroom, with me following.  Turns out that Scott, the guy
she had been seeing, had only left an hour before.  He came by after her
shift, and they had spent all day in bed.

   I sat on the edge of the bed as she lay there.  Her eyes were closed as
she lay on her back, her knees up, heels tight against her butt.  We just
talked a bit, but she was obviously tired and still needed some sleep.  The
room smelled of sex and I told her so.

   "What do you expect, Scott just left" she countered.  She joked about
barely being able to walk.

   She had told me about Scott.  It wasn't anything serious, but the sex
was great, and he had a big dick (like I said, she really had no filter
when it came to conversation.)

   I found myself looking at her there, sitting quietly, finding myself
turned on.  She fell into a light sleep, that's when she pushed one leg out
straight, letting the other knee fall to the side.

   I was breathless.  Sherry has never been a modest girl, but oh my!  Her
pussy was right there in front of me.  It was red and puffy, and
glistening.

   I sat there, staring, aware of my cock throbbing in my pants.  She had
just a little hair that she left on top, keeping the rest smooth.  The hair
was wet and matted.  She was full of cum!  I'm not sure what came over me,
but I knew what I wanted.  I hesitated, felt my cock swelling, unsure of
myself.

   What the hell I thought.  And every so slowly leaned down.  Oh the smell
of that sex was really something!  And that first taste!  I began just
lightly licking her, then I pressed in as she awoke.  She tried to push me
away.

   "No, I'm too sore" was what she said.

   That kind of struck me.  She didn't say "what the f*** are you doing."
or

   I was having none of it though, and pushed my tongue in.  It was like I
opened the flood gates as my mouth was filled.  I lifted my head, and her
pussy lips had opened up like a flower, the cum began to pour out.  I went
back in, getting their cum as it began to run over her ass.

   She stopped trying to push me away, her hands in my hair now.

   "Go easy, I'm pretty sore" as her legs parted wider, guiding me to the
right places.

   Sherry was a pretty thick girl.  Not fat, but full figured.  Her robe
was open now, My eyes travelled over her tummy, to her big soft breasts.  I
could see what I thought must have been bite marks, or hickeys.

   That just turned me on that much more.

   "You like that Davy?" She asked, "You know what your licking up don't
you?"

   She had never called me Davy before.  My name is Dave.  Somehow that
just added to that moment though.  God this girl was driving me wild, and
she knew it!

   I moaned my affirmative, knowing exactly what I was doing!  And I was
loving it.  It was wholly humiliating, and liberating, and sexy, and
delicious!

   Then she came, the contractions pushing more into my mouth, forcing me
to swallow to drink it all down, her cum, his cum.  My cock was bursting.

   Then she lay there, mostly asleep.  She watched through lidded eyes as I
stood beside the bed and took off my clothes.

   "I'm too sore Davy." Then she saw how hard I was.  She reached over as I
stood there, gripping me.

   "Poor Davy, you liked that didn't you!" She was teasing me.  "You stroke
it.  Show me."

   She didn't have to say it twice, I was needing it.  I wrapped my hand
around my cock, standing over her, and began to stroke it.

   "Slow down, take your time.  I want to watch."

   Who was I to say no to that?  Her breasts were right there, her nipples
huge and dark, She was still laying so the lips of her pussy were fully
open.  I could still taste her on my lips.  She was watching my dick, my
hand.

   "You know it was just an hour ago that Scott put all that cum in my
pussy." she says, she was giving me a sleepy smile now.

   "You did like that didn't you Davy?  I kept it there all warm for you."
She was teasing me now, her fingers teasing my balls.

   Then she held out her other hand, "Cum for me Davy, cum in my hand."

   And I did, as if on command.  Harder than I'd come in a long time.

   "That's it, give it all to me."

   Finally spent, my legs weak and shaking.  She lifted her cupped hand.  I
knew what she wanted....and I realized I wanted it too.

   I leaned down and pushed my lips into her palm.

   "Get it all Davy.  Who knew how much you loved cum?"

   I got it all, licked her fingers clean.

   "I've got to get some sleeps now "she says, "I go back to work in 4
hours." She turned over onto her side, pulling a sheet up over her.

   I dressed and let myself out.  Still reeling, thinking about what I'd
just done.  Not sure if I was embarrassed, or turned on, or humiliated. 
All of that and more I decided.  I was also wondering if I'd completely
screwed up any friendship I had with her.

   As it turned out, that was just the beginning of one of the most
memorable few months of my life.

   It was a few days later, Kim gave me a call.  "Hi Davy, Scott's coming
over before he goes on shift at 6.  Why don't you come over after he leaves
for a little snack."

   My heart stopped when she said it.  I didn't say anything, I couldn't,
but I was there.

   To this day, any time someone called me Davy I get a huge boner.  My
wife knows this, but she has no idea why, she just thinks it's funny. .  I
wish I could share this all with her someday, but after 20 years of
marriage I kind of doubt I ever will.
   interested in any comments or feedback....  brobdallas@gmail.com