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Cum addict
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Cum Addict
[An erotic story by Deiter Pennmann]
Karie was a secretary for Price-Waterhouse in Chicago,
Illinois. By all appearances she was a quiet Midwestern girl
who worked hard. She was a good worker during the day, but
at night she became a royal terror in her flat near
Watertower Place in the Loop. Some of her friends did coke,
others smoked grass. She had a physical craving for cum;
semen; jizz.
She first tasted the magic, white, warm, sticky elixir
during her senior year in high-school. She was blowing Mick,
captain of the football team, in the back of his Nova. She
had all of his tender prick in her mouth when he yelled "Oh
baby!" and sprayed her down the throat with his juice. She
loved the tingly, salty flavor and the almost bleach-like
smell of his cum. She swallowed it and felt calm and relaxed
and no longer felt like she needed an orgasm. Mick fingered
her through the fly in her jeans. She enjoyed her orgasm,
but wanted more of Mick's semen. Again she whipped his
slightly flaccid penis from his pants and went down on him
again. It took a while for him to sexually recycle and
become capable of ejaculation, but she persisted for a full
half hour. She savored the little bit of 17-year-old's spoo
that she was able to coax from him. She swallowed and sat
back and relaxed. Mick tucked his saliva-shriveled wiener
away and sat looking in disbelief at the best non-penetration
fuck of his life.
Ever since then, she lapsed into bad moods, withdrawal
essentially, when she could not get cum. Now it was evening.
She was sitting in a bean-bag chair in front of the five
o'clock news. She ignored the story on the five-person
murder at Cabrini Green and harked back to her days as a
freshman in college.
During the academic year she got plenty of semen to keep
her calm. When she couldn't woo a jock or a campus Don Juan
into her room for a quick suck, she would coax a nerdy geek
into donating some of his fluids. She had once actually
asked a really gullible guy into masturbating into a Dixie
cup for a biology lab experiment she was supposedly doing.
She took the cup in hand, thanked the guy whose right hand
was shaking a little from fatigue, then dashed to the ladies'
room where she downed the little bit of white liquid in a
quick gulp.
She also recalled being home on her first spring break,
wishing she had had the money for Daytona Beach and all the
cum she could take, and virtually raping her brother's
fifteen year-old friend. She got him in the house one day
when she was home alone and pressed him into a corner. She
was in his pants before he could say "no". She mouthed his
entire four inches (soon to grow much larger she had thought
at the time) and slurped down his young semen.
Now she was alone and badly in need of a hit of jizzum.
She could always go over to Myron Rosenthal's and blow him.
She hated that though because Myron was a forty year-old geek
who, except for her mouth, had never fucked anything except
his right hand and, once, a ripe cantaloupe. Myron was also
very large, a freak of hormones. His twelve full inches
always choked her when he got overexcited and pounded deep
into her throat.
She lusted for a young, poor artisan's semen tonight.
She had discovered that certain types of men had different
types of cum (this was purely psychological, though she
didn't realize it). Karie got out the phone book and called
up an art gallery. She pretended that she was a wealthy
woman in need of some art for a dinner party. A young
sounding man said he would be over in a few minutes.
In half and hour, Kyle appeared at her doorstep, a
catalogue of art in his hand. She invited him in and quickly
seduced him. She allowed him to strip her and fuck her, but
before he could cum she made him withdraw. She immediately
went down on him and ground madly against the sensitive tip
and underside of his tool. She savored his bountiful pre-cum
drips. Kyle grabbed his inner thighs as his genitals spewed
semen into Karie's mouth. She swished his juice around in
her mouth for a few seconds, noting the bouquet of his thick
fluids, then swallowed slowly. Kyle was turned on and dove
for her pussy and began lapping at her clit. She had an
orgasm, then put her finger in Kyle's navel and got him
harder. She performed fellatio on him again and swallowed
when his second shot burst from the glistening tip of his
cock. Kyle told her he had to leave. She bid him good-bye
and then went to bed, totally satisfied.
Karie went to work the next day and performed her duties
all day like a good girl. But when she returned home, she
felt like her head would explode. She needed another hit of
cum. Like a heroine junky needs more and more shit to hold
off the shakes, she needed more cum to lessen her anxiety.
Her pathology was increasing. She telephoned Domino's for a
pizza and for dick.
Twenty-three minutes later, a Chinese man came to the
door, pizza in hand. "You'll have to do," she said. She
offered him twenty bucks to let her give him a blow job. He
gladly accepted in broken English.
Xiao set her pizza down, then dropped his pants. He
revealed a small, limp, uncircumcised dinker that was mildly
repulsive to Karie. He sat on a kitchen chair as she worked
to get him hard. She tried every trick she knew, but Xiao
couldn't get it up. He dripped a little fluid- Karie thought
it was urine -but his cock would not rise. She refused to
pay him and he went away sad.
Karie paced for a while, still craving cock. She ate
the pizza, but her appetite was not satisfied. Soon, a knock
came to the door. Another pizza delivery man stood there.
"My name's Chris. The Chinese guy gave me your address. I
just got off work. Can I come in?"
Karie let in the tall, Italian-looking boy. She judged
him at eighteen years. He knew what she wanted.
He stripped quickly for her. She supposed she'd give
him a thrill too, so she undressed for him. On the living
room sofa, she gently massaged his enlarging prick. When he
was all of his six inches, she took him in her mouth and
stimulated him as fast as she could.
Despite his gripes that she was going too fast, she
persisted. She looked up at his smooth, mustached face and
saw him close his eyes and open his mouth. His abdominal
muscles flexed, then her mouth filled with warm, sticky
semen. She suckled him for all she could.
Chris stayed the night. An hour after he first
ejaculated, he told her he thought he could get it up again
and blast her. She let him oscillate away at her pussy with
his wide Neapolitan prick. He sucked her breasts at various
times, then reinserted and thrust away again.
She was sorry to see him fire a wad into her pussy. She
would have to extract it later. Before his orgasm had
completely subsided, she was sucking his cock again, pulling
residual cum from it. Chris fell asleep on the floor soon
after.
While he napped, Karie went to the kitchen and, using a
baster, sucked his cum from her pussy. She placed the baster
in her mouth and sprayed his jizzum onto her tongue. She
felt a rush of pleasure, then a calm.
Chris got up around one in the morning. Karie was
hovering over him. She grabbed his dick and began
masturbating him. Chris was smiling and laughing as he
bounced his ass a little to aid in her stroking. He soon had
another orgasm. Karie watched his semen ooze down the tip
of his dick. She quickly licked it up.
Chris ate out Karie over a period of 50 minutes at which
time she again started to blow-job him. He thought, "This
chick is really wild. She won't stop fucking!" This final
time, he had an orgasm but no jizz shot from him. He was
dry! She managed only to draw a little prostate fluid from
his tool but she nearly sucked the tip off it in the process.
Karie slept, and Chris was gone in the morning. She
noticed pubic hairs in the shower, so she figured he had
showered before he left. She didn't care.
As time passed, Karie realized she had a problem. She
stopped herself from seducing junior-high school boys. She
realized she was so desperate that child molestation was
almost within the do-able range for her. Before she scarred
some kid for life, she decided she needed help. Her last hit
came from a young lawyer she met at work.
His name was Jeff. He wore wire-frame glasses and had a
thick head of brown hair. He had blue eyes that made Karie's
pussy sweat. He also had a seven inch rod that Karie would
milk for all it could provide.
She brought him home after dinner one night. They made
small talk on the sofa for a while, then he suddenly kissed
her. She responded. Quickly, they became naked and were in
her bed.
She was on top of him, his cock buried in her pussy.
Her whole body got into the motion. Her hair swayed back and
forth above his face as the gentle swish-swish of locked
genitals broke the silence. She had an orgasm and collapsed
on him. He pulled his entire length from her, then rolled
her over on top of him and entered her cunt from behind. He
gyrated his hips gently, sending her into post-orgasmic
ecstasy. From overhead, an onlooker would see her dewy
vagina spread gracefully by a wide, thick, engorged penis.
An onlooker would see the tuft of hair on his scrotum come up
to meet her triangular bush, then slowly draw out, revealing
a blue-veined, rippled cock shimmering with a slime of pussy
juice and pre-cum.
Jeff thrust deep and then pulled out and let his dick
rest on her vaginal opening. She stroked it once with her
fingers and completed the sensations he needed.
He scrotum drew tighter and closer to his body,
obscuring the definite outline of his balls, then a pulse
went up his dick, clearly visible from the underside. A
thick, gleaming wad of semen shot from the hole in his glans
and jetted up to her stomach. He pulsed again and a second
shot sprayed into her navel.
Karie took up his wads with her fingers and licked it
away, swallowing. Then she rolled off him and sucked the
drippings from his penis. She almost caused him pain.
Jeff, a virile man, got hard again and punched deep into
her missionary style. He thrust strongly and brought himself
to ejaculation again in less than a minute. Then he began
eating her out. After she came, he raised his face and
showed her his chin, covered with his cum. She kissed it
away.
He took some time to get hard again. He spit between
her tits, somewhat to her shock and disgust, then he raised
himself and began sliding his meat between her breasts. His
titty-fuck lasted about ten minutes. Karie opened her mouth
and received his jizz.
The two slept after this last sexual event. Jeff ate
breakfast and left in the morning.
Karie found herself in a therapist's office a week later
explaining her problem. He offered her a cure. She would
have a visitor this night. A man would come over and cure
her.
At eight o'clock, a thirty-ish, handsome black man
appeared at her doorstep. She welcomed him in and got down
to business. He took his erect snake from his pants and
allowed her to blow him. Just as he was about to come, he
pulled out of her mouth and jizzed up onto his stomach. What
she saw horrified her.
His come was white, but strewn with bloody and green
pus. "I'm just getting over an infection, honey. I'm not
contagious. Eat me more!"
Karie was so repulsed that she ran to the toilet to
vomit. When she returned to the living room, the black man
was gone, but his cum now lay on the glass-topped coffee
table. She cleaned it up reluctantly.
Never again did Karie crave cum in the way of an addict.
The End
D.P.
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