Confession of a Sperm Addict

This short story is entirely fictional, but it represents one of my greatest fantasies. I love cum and for years have wanted to live the life that the main character here is living.

A gal can dream right?

As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for safe sex.

All sex in this story takes place between characters that are at least nineteen years old!

Featuring:

Iola: your humble narrator through this tale of her addiction to sperm and cock.

Luke, Jason, and David: college guys she encounters who help push her down the path of becoming a semen drinking addict.

Andrea: her roommate in college.

Sue: her neighbor and friend.

Dylan: Sue's husband.

As always, I enjoy your comments and private messages here on Literotica.

Hope you enjoy this first chapter!

IsabellaEmily

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"You mean you actually like doing that?" Sue asked me.

"Oh I enjoy it far more than the word 'like' would imply." I answered her. "I absolutely fucking love doing it. It makes me so wet that if I do it without panties, I positively make a dripping mess all over myself."

"Seriously?" she asked, suppressing a giggle.

"Yes." I assured her. "Don't you like sucking cock?"

We were sitting at her kitchen table, and she'd just filled our coffee mugs and had brought up a conversation with her husband that had led to a bit of a fight.

It seems that he wanted far more sex than she was interested in these days, and with his birthday approaching he'd requested a blow job.

"Not at all." She replied. "I've certainly done enough of it over the years since it seems to be one of Dylan's favorite things. But I absolutely cannot stand it."

"Can I ask why?" I said softly, worrying that I was prying.

"Well no matter how long I do it, he always wants to finish," she said, "you know, in my mouth. And that's just unpleasant. But if I start that way he hates when I just want to finish with my hand. He either wants to fuck or finish in my mouth."

I laughed.

"What's so funny?" she asked with a grin.

"You just described some of the things I love about it." I said with a chuckle.

"I'll bet you're only saying that because you've been single for so long that you don't remember what it's actually like." She said with a raised eyebrow. "If you were married right now, you'd be dreading blowjobs as much as the rest of us married women do."

Just talking about this was eliciting a physical response in me, and I shifted in the chair, feeling a wet heat deep inside my panties.

I knew that before the morning was over, I'd be back in my own home, writhing on my bed with one vibrator on my clit and another in my mouth as I fantasized about swallowing a hot load.

"Bullshit." I spoke up. "I miss sucking cock. A lot. And I miss it because I remember exactly what it's like to have a cock in my mouth. Sometimes I think I miss it even more than regular fucking."

"Even more?" she asked quietly, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Oh fuck yes!" I exclaimed. "I have vibrators that can give me the pleasure of being fucked. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can come close to having a real cock twitching in my mouth as it gets ready to spill its load of hot cum!"

She stared at me, and with an idea forming I leaned over to give this conversation just one more lewd push.

"Because," I whispered, "no matter how much I want it, or how badly I need it, none of those vibrators can give me the mouthful of slippery sperm that I want so bad." I whispered.

I sat up straight in my chair and reached for my coffee cup, hoping that she would respond the way I wanted her to.

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Let me interrupt my own story for a bit, with a confession.

I'll get back to Sue and I at her kitchen table, I promise. But I should probably share this with you first.

Ready?

Okay.

Here goes:

Hi.

My name is Iola.

And I'm a blowjob addict.

And a stiff cock addict.

And a semen addict.

Although if I had to, I'd probably refer to myself as some sort of 'enthusiast' instead of an addict.

That would make me sound like I was in control of my urges, instead of having my urges controlling me.

But it doesn't matter how I label it, and it doesn't matter whether my urges dictate my choices, or my choices feed my urges, I'm a lady that loves to have a cock in her mouth.

In my first year of college, I became enthusiastic about making cocks cum.

In the summer after my first year of college I became enthusiastic about sucking cocks.

By the end of my second year of college I was a cock sucking, cum tasting, cum swallowing addict.

Here's how it happened:

I graduated from high school as an eighteen-year-old virgin and spent the summer before leaving for college perfecting two things.

The first was my ability to make myself cum with my fingers.

The second was my ability to give myself body wracking orgasms without making any noise.

After a month of college, on the night I turned nineteen, I surrendered my virginity happily enough to a nice guy named Luke who I'd been sort of dating. We'd met at orientation and had several classes together.

And the sex was a huge disappointment.

He was so anxious to get his cock inside of me that his attention to foreplay was nearly nonexistent.

And not just the first time we fucked. By the tenth time he was just the same. He just didn't get how important patience and orgasmic build up are.

I discovered that my best orgasms came in the hours after he fucked me. He'd drop me off at my apartment and I could lock myself in my room, strip naked, and crawl into bed.

I'd let my fingers take their time probing, sliding, tickling, teasing, pinching, rubbing, and stroking my inner thighs, pussy lips, clitoris, and my slippery and sensitive opening as memories of Luke's cock and my imagination ran wild.

I discovered that my post-date masturbation sessions were just as fulfilling whether I let him fuck me or not, so I started to offer him handjobs as an easier-for-me alternative.

At first, he felt like a first-class passenger who'd been rudely demoted to fly in the crowded coach section.

But I told him that I preferred giving a handjob so much that I was willing to make it worth his while.

Instead of fucking at the end of our date, we'd start each date with a handjob, and then finish our date with another one.

I shopped for different kinds of lubes and became quite the expert on getting him rock hard and bringing him right up to the edge of orgasm.

I learned how to keep him there by providing just enough stimulation to keep him moaning and trembling, but not enough to actually cause him to cum until I was good and ready to enjoy his eruption along with him.

I quickly learned that my own masturbation sessions were greatly enhanced by the arousal I felt from holding and stroking his hard cock.

We started off using condoms to contain the mess, but I got in the habit of carrying a washcloth and some baby wipes in my purse to clean the lube off my fingers when I was done.

When I suggested we skip the condom one night since I was already prepared to clean up afterwards, he happily agreed.

And I realized that as much as I loved seeing the reservoir tip of the condom surge full of his cum, the sight of it spurting out of his cockhead and running all over my fingers in hot dribbles was far more pleasurable.

One night after we parked and got started, I realized that I hadn't brought the washcloth to catch his cum in, so we got his already leaking boner tucked back into his pants and he drove us to a strip mall.

He sat in the car, and I ran into the local dollar store, thrilled with the knowledge as I walked around that if anyone gave my hands a sniff, they'd find the musky scent of Luke's precum on my fingers.

I'd been planning to buy a hand towel or washcloth but glancing down the clothing aisle I had a sudden brainstorm.

I returned to the car with a three pack of hand towels for clean up, but instead of the scratchy towel texture we'd been using I opened a ten pack of pink cotton ladies' panties to tease him with.

I used them to handle his balls, and to rub around his stiff shaft, and when the time came, I cupped them near the head of his cock and jerked several thick white ropes of his hot cum onto the soft fabric.

When he was done cumming I gently wiped his cock as dry as I could with the panties, and we were both more than a little hooked on the experience.

Afterwards we went to a movie, and I snuggled next to him in the dark theater and kept discretely poking his hard cock every sixty seconds or so.

By the time we got back to the car he was interested only in having me make him cum again, so we parked in our usual quiet spot by the soccer fields, and I teased and stroked him through two more slippery hand jobbed orgasms.

His second load of the evening produced even more cum than his first orgasm had. He stayed totally hard, and I kept stroking, using the second pair of cum drenched panties to add to the lube I was using.

I made this third handjob of the night last, and took my time, spending nearly an hour working on his cock and balls. I almost made him lose control several times but brought him back to that area of arousal and need time and again.

After several near misses I was as anxious to feel his cock throb as it unloaded as he was, so I stroked his slippery cock as fast as I could, and he grunted again and pumped another sticky mess into the panties as I stroked him.

In my apartment that night I said goodnight to my roommates and went into my room and locked the door.

I stripped naked before pulling both pairs of those semen soaked panties out of my purse. I pulled on pair on and laid on my bed, feeling his sticky cum make them cling to my buttocks, hips, and cunt.

I held the second pair to my face, inhaling the erotic aroma from the cum drenched cotton, while fingering myself through several orgasms, feeling the slippery cum from the panties mingle with my own dripping arousal.

And so the year went like that.

Even on nights when we didn't have a date, we'd find some time to meet in his dorm room while his roommate was out, or in my apartment, or in his car.

I'd stroke him until he shot off at least once, using a pair of my panties to tease him during the buildup, and clean him after his explosion.

He was always eager to do more than just get a handjob, but I was now addicted to the power of handling his cock and the rush I got when I felt his hot cum spill all over my fingers while he gasped and grunted.

Eventually he stopped dropping hints about fucking or having me go down on him.

I suspect that he had figured out that the mathematics of me making him cum almost twice a day every day of the week with my hands were providing him with far more orgasms than fucking a few times a week would.

I stopped using the cheap and plain cotton underwear, and started buying myself a variety of lacey, pretty, and sexy panties, to both wear and use during our nightly stroke sessions.

I'd wrap a pair around his cock and tease him, using them to catch his hot ropes of cum when he finally lost control, and then I'd clean him up with a second pair.

Then I'd take them home and pull one pair on and sniff the other while I made my clitoris throb through a series of intense orgasms. After sleeping in them I'd throw them into the laundry hamper and start the process over.

By the time Luke and I went our separate ways for the summer break I was possibly the best cock milker on that or any other campus.

When I got home for the summer, I found out that my older brother had brought a friend of his home from college to stay with us for a few months.

Jason's own parents were divorcing, and he couldn't afford to live on his own for the summer, so my parents put him up in exchange for a summer of farm chores.

He fit right in and became like one of the family, except with one big difference. I was immediately sexually attracted to him.

Jason and I quickly hit it off and became quite close. We never really moved past the stage of being 'just friends', but after several weeks of flirting and teasing, he impulsively kissed me one Monday morning when we were in the house by ourselves for a few minutes.

We couldn't keep our mouths off each other all that day and the next, and Tuesday night he crept into my bedroom and slid in bed next to me, in response to a note I'd left in his bed.

I was nude and gently rubbing my stiff clitoris by the time he snuck in. I'd been wondering if he'd respond to my blunt invitation, and I was already soaked with desire.

Ten seconds after joining me in the bed I spread my legs and he pushed his stiff cock into my wet hole, while I whimpered and wrapped my legs around him.

He felt bigger than Luke had been, but I wondered if that was because I was so more needful from my own arousal.

To keep my bed from squeaking he fucked me slow and deep, building up enough orgasmic pressure in each of us that when my climax suddenly roared through my body, I bit his neck so hard to keep from screaming that I drew blood.

He couldn't get up enough speed in my squeaky bed to make himself cum, so I had him pull out and aim his cock at my belly.

I reached down and put my stroking skills to use and found that he was indeed bigger than Luke was. Feeling him pulse in my hands turned me on, and I stroked him as fast as I could, anxious for him to enjoy his release.

When he finally lost control, he literally coated my belly, breasts, and neck with his cum. The first powerful shot hit my face and gave me my first ever taste of cum.

After he came, he quickly went back to his own room, after kissing me passionately.

I was exhausted, but I lay awake for hours.

I scooped up all his cum, and licked every drop from my fingers, the taste making me moan with animalistic lust. The scent and taste combined to make my clit throb, belly flutter, and thighs clench with lust.

The next morning, he and I rode into town together, and in a turn off down by the edge of the woods where we had complete privacy I went down on him, sucking and licking and tasting his cock until he pumped another load into my mouth.

I held his entire load in my mouth for several seconds, my eyes closed as I savored the taste. I then swallowed, letting his sperm slide down my throat into my belly, and I actually shook with the feelings of lust and need that ran through me.

I was addicted.

Jason and I were just friends, but that freedom from any lingering emotional attachment or expectation really liberated us up to explore each other's bodies.

We shared arousal, foreplay, pleasure, orgasms, and a lot of experimentation with position, angle of penetration, speed of the grinding and thrusting, and the delaying of gratification.

I pulled the mattress off my bed onto the floor each night, prepared to explain it as being closer to my box fan in our unairconditioned upstairs if anyone ever asked.

He would come in after everyone was asleep and make me cum at least twice before I let him spurt his cum anywhere in or on me that he wanted.

Sometimes he'd fill my cunt up while I gasped my way through my own orgasm while feeling him throb in me.

But my favorite was when he'd lick me until I came, and then fuck me until I came again, and then lay back and let me suck him until he lost control in my mouth.

He was skilled enough that he could make me cum with his fingers, tongue, or cock, and I happily let him explore and try new things, letting him know that nothing was off limits in his quest to pleasure me.

Jason returned the favor by being more than willing to let me explore his body as I learned what sensations gave him the most pleasure, and which ones would cause that pleasure to give way to an uncontrollable spilling of slippery semen.

By the time I moved back to campus I was not only well versed in what I wanted done to me sexually, but I was more than ready to boldly go for the things that I wanted to do to a partner.

My first night back on campus Luke came by to see me, and we took a long walk around campus catching up. Since neither of my roommates were due in until the next day, I had the apartment to myself, so I invited Luke up.

As we sat on the couch watching tv he leaned over and kissed me, and just like we were back to making out and letting our hands explore each other.

If he was expecting another handjob he got the surprise of his life when after a few minutes of stroking his cock and making it slippery with my spit, I straddled him on the couch and pushed my cunt down onto his throbbing erection.

I rocked up and down slowly, pulling myself through several grunting orgasms while I controlled the pace and tempo.

He was happy to be ridden, and after my third orgasm I pulled myself away from him and bent down, taking his cock into my mouth, and sucking hard while tickling his balls.

The combination of feeling him throb against my tongue and being able to taste my own arousal on him were almost more than I could take, and I found myself becoming even hornier.

When he began to moan with his approaching orgasm, I pulled his cock as deep as I could and started to suck hard, moaning like an animal as his hot cum hit the back of my throat.

Before his orgasm had subsided, I slide my fingers down to my clitoris, and rubbed myself to a powerful orgasm, gasping and groaning with a mouthful of cock, and a throat coated with his cum.

We showered together and then I took him to my bed.

I used the offer of another blow job to get him to go down on me and found that the promise of oral pleasure focused his attention on all of my verbal instructions and the directional prompting of my hands on the back of his head.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one who'd furthered their sexual education during the summer break.

He licked and sucked my cunt until I was sobbing with pleasure, losing count as all my tongue tickled orgasms blended into one. Eventually I had to push his eager mouth away because I simply couldn't stand any more.

At that point I let him straddle my chest and I jerked him off while slapping myself in the face with his cock. Unable to take the visual stimulation from that he came quickly, covering my face with his sticky orgasm.

I kept him there for several minutes, kissing and licking his softening cock while he watched his cum run down my face in erotic strings.

We fell asleep without dressing or cleaning up, and when I woke up in the morning his morning wood was pressed against my thigh. I slid down the bed and took his cock into my warm mouth to wake him up.

I sucked hard while kneading his balls until he gasped and flooded my mouth with his cum, and afterwards I found a clean pair of panties and wiped his cock as clean as I could, before pulling them on as we dressed for our first morning back to classes.

All semester long we played like that, me teaching Luke how to fuck, just as Jason and I had learned together, and me doing my best to make Luke cum at least one time a day at a minimum, either in my cunt or my mouth.

The week before Thanksgiving he asked me about the status of our relationship.

At first, I thought he was about to ask me to join him in some sort of commitment, but it turned out that he was really content just being friends who made each other cum.

By then I'd shared with him where I'd learned to suck cock, and exactly how much I got off on the power I felt by having his cock in my mouth.

After I ascertained that he wasn't about to do something silly, like propose marriage, and we laughingly assured each other that we weren't looking for any sort of commitments, he shared that his old girlfriend had asked to see him over the Thanksgiving break.