I can remember the exact day when my fascination with male sperm started. It was a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was out with my first, serious boyfriend in his father’s old Ford. He had passed his test a few days before and this was our first time out together in the car, we felt so grown up.When he drove into a small wood and turned off the engine, I knew what was on his mind, and that was sex. I was somewhat naive about the subject, but knew enough about the birds and bees to know that to lose my virginity in a bout of unprotected sex was not a good idea.As with all teenage boys, with their testosterone levels like a rocket ship, I knew a downright refusal was not an option. Besides, I was horny as well. Ten minutes of tongue kissing, tit mauling and general groping saw my tits bare and his cock protruding from his shorts.He guided my hand to the hard cock and I began to rub. He never complained, but I found out by experience, it must have felt as though I was strangling a chicken.It only took about a minute, but that was a minute I will never forget. One that started my lifelong fascination, which has now become an obsession, with spunk. Over the next month, I must have pulled him off twenty times. Then came another first, which again has become an obsession, watching a man masturbate to ejaculation.I was totally bemused as I watched his hand flying up and down his own cock, in a manner that was obviously superior to mine. Watching his face, as he closed his eyes at the moment of orgasm, and strings of white spunk shot out to land on my stockinged legs.I don’t know to this day why I did what I did next, but I am so thankful I did. I looked fascinated at the white pools of spunk soaking into my nylons, and dipped a finger in the gooey puddle, scooped a small amount up, and put it in my mouth. As I sucked his cum into my mouth, the taste on my tongue had me hooked on Escort Yakacık eating spunk for life.It is important to remember, this was before the days of internet porn, and this was the first time I had witnessed this happening. The closest I had come to porn was watching some four-minute reels of super eight films on a friend’s projector. All that showed was a hairy moustached man, plunging his cock into an equally hairy cunt, and fake gasps of passion from both of them.It was a short step from licking my finger, to licking his cock. And from there to lapping up his spunk from wherever it landed. Then the momentous day I first let him cum in my mouth. As the first jet of cum flew into my mouth, I had two choices, to choke or swallow, I chose to swallow. The feel of the slippery fluid rolling down my throat was like the elixir of the Gods.Like all first crushes, it ran its course in a matter of weeks, and I was once again without a cock, but more importantly, without my drug of choice, spunk.My fascination was already starting to turn to obsession. The man was merely the source of the fluid I loved.My next target was an older man, well older to an eighteen-year-old. He must have been all of twenty-five. I came across him quite by chance; he was sitting in his car watching a ladies’ netball game. All those long limbs and tight shorts showing bum cheeks and camel toes. I was walking past when I saw his cock was in his hand, and he was slowly wanking himself.It was a spur of the moment decision. I slipped into the passenger seat and said; “Don’t keep all the fun for yourself.”And before he had a chance to react, his cock was in my hand.“Don’t worry. I want your spunk as much as you want to spill it, so carry on watching the sporting cunts over there. I will take care of your cock.”The look of shock on his face was soon replaced with one of lust, Atalar escort as he realised he was about to be either wanked or sucked off.Just the thrill of a second cock that would be spurting spunk for me was enough to make me nearly cum on the spot. The look on his face was a picture. He watched me closely as I rubbed his cock with one hand while the other one found its way into my panties.I knew he wouldn’t last long; for one thing, he had already been wanking over the camel toes on the netball court. I was still inexperienced, but knew enough to know that the bead of precum on his cock head was a sign that soon the nectar I craved would be mine. I slowed my cock stroking and licked the precum from the oozing slit.“Oh fuck!” his sudden cry caught me by surprise as he started to cum.The first jet hit my forehead, the second my cheek, and the third in my now open mouth. Just the feel of the spunk running down my face was enough, and as I scooped up the dripping spunk and fed it to my mouth, coupled with my fingers rubbing my wet cunt and clit to bring about a massive climax.“Oh my God, that was fantastic,” my anonymous spunk provider gasped.With one last squeeze of his cock, I pulled out the last bead cum, scooped it up on my finger, licked it off, and with a parting, “your welcome,” slipped out of his car and scampered away.Over the next few years, I lost count of the number of cocks I either wanked or sucked off. But still, my obsession grew. By now I had long since lost my cherry, but although I enjoyed fucking immensely, swallowing spunk was, and still is my absolute favourite.Always looking for new depths of depravity, my next fall from grace came about as a result of having to dress and leave my spunk provider in a hurry when his wife entered by the front door a few minutes before I was ready to leave by the rear one.I had no time to visit Kadıköy escort bayan the bathroom after a fast and furious fuck. My normal routine after getting a cunt full of spunk was to sit on the loo and using my fingers scoop out as much as I could and feed the fresh man’s porridge to my hungry mouth.As my panicked lover stuffed his fast deflating cock back into his trousers, I picked up my discarded panties, and for some reason instead of pushing them in my handbag, stepped back into them and pulled them up against my cum dripping pussy. A quick kiss and a hasty exit called for.I was still excited by my close call that by the time I got home my cunt was itching with an itch that couldn’t be ignored. I made straight for my bedroom and hoisted my skirt to my waist and ran a finger over the gusset of my panties. That was when I found the spunk had soaked through the material and was slippery under my touch.As I traced small circles with my fingers on both my cunt lips and clit the feeling was out of this world. My panties felt like oiled silk under my touch and within seconds my body was jerking from my second orgasm in an hour.My next action surprised myself, but for some reason seemed natural. Pulling off my spunk smeared and cunt juice soaked panties I pushed them into my mouth and sucked the sweet mixture as if my life depended on it. I felt my whole body shudder in lust as the slimy juice overwhelmed my taste buds and slid down my throat.My next obsession came from the need to have spunk next to my skin. Here I found my sexual soul mate, or I should say soul mates, in the shape of a middle-aged married couple I met on the internet.John and Sandra turned out to live only about twenty miles from me, so a meeting would be easy. We had started chatting online on a normal day to day way, as both sides gently manoeuvred the conversation around to the subject both wanted, one of the sexual adventures.After a few Skype video chats, John managed to persuade me to first show my tits, then my cunt. In return, he first showed his cock, and then, the one that made me rub off on the spot. First, he was stroking himself, and then a small female hand appeared and took over.