A strange one... (A true story)
When I was in my early 20s, I got one of the kinkiest request ever from a lover. My girlfriend at the time told me that one of her friends had a crush on me. I pressed to find out who it was, but she never told me. (Although, I had a feeling I knew who it was.) A few months went by and I forgot all about it. Anyway, after a session of fucking, my girlfriend brought it up again. There was a request: The mystery girl wanted her to jerk me off in a tiny cup, so mystery girl could taste / drink my cum. How about that for some out-of-the blue pillow-talk? Again, I was young, naive, and I wasn’t sure what was going on. It was a strange request. I really wanted to know who it was that had asked for something so crazy.
“Are you serious?! You want to do that?” I asked.
She explained it to me this way: It was a way to “share me” without sharing me. “Well, when you put it that way, it makes perfect sense.” I said. (Your sarcasm detector should trigger now.) Still, there was a part of my depraved sexual dark-side that got a thrill in the bazaar request, so I reluctantly agreed.
This was one of my first insights into the naughty side of girls. I knew guys were filled with filthy thoughts, and my mind was no different. My male friends and I had verbalized all manner of over-the-top fantasies to amuse ourselves. It was just what guys did to pass the time. Over the years, with more exposure to the female sexual psyche, I wondered. Thinking back on guy’s dirty thoughts, they seemed almost tame compared to stuff I learned from some girls...
There was a lot of thought put into this minor operation. The girlfriend told me it would happen when she was on her way to visit the mystery-girl. She wanted my load “fresh”. There was no head up- just the order to keep my hands off myself. Several days went by, and of course, I kept asking: “Will it happen today?”
“Soon. Be patent.”
Back then, I was busting my nut any day my partner didn’t unload me. Five days went by, and I was feeling “backed up” and my girlfriend was having her period. (At least, that’s what she told me.) I think she enjoyed keeping me chastised during that week. Then I got the call; my girlfriend was on the way.
“Thank god!” I said to myself.
Thirty minutes later and she was at my apartment door. She grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. She pulled a tiny plastic cup from her purse. It was one of those you get with a bottle of cough-syrup. She did all the “work”- she pulled my pants off, lubed me up with some KY, and then we began kissing. Of course, I stripped her top off to fondle her beautiful tits. Minutes later and I was hard as a diamond.
She went to her knees and began stroking me. (Unfortunately, this girlfriend was not into blowjobs, though she LOVED jerking me off.) Remember, we had been “hand-off” each other for almost a week, and were pretty worked-up with sexual tension. She was moaning along with me as she jerked my tortured cock. A few minutes in and she stood up to take her jeans and panties off.
“I can’t stand it! You need to fuck me!”
Her pussy was already soaking wet, and so I bent her over, putting her hands on my bed as I penetrated her, standing up. Oh, this was so much fun finally fucking after holding out for days. But I needed to control myself, because we still had a load to deliver. This session challenged me, but I persevered. I held out right up to the moment my girlfriend climaxed. I pulled out, and she went back to her knees to finish me with some hot strokes. But in all the frenzy, we lost the collection cup. I was ready to burst when she stopped jerking me to look for it. It had rolled under my bed. She handed it to me while resuming to milk me with her hands. She sensed the pulses foretelling my orgasm, and I positioned the tiny cup to catch my wads. And boy was I backed-up. The first shot jetted out, ricocheted off the bottom and over the side with a lot of force, followed by other wads that pumped out of me. All told, I filled that graduated medicine cap almost to the ten milliliter line. (Probably closer to 8.5, but it was tough to tell from the mess I made of it.) My girlfriend couldn’t believe it, and it was the biggest load she’d seen from me.
“Holy shit!” She said.
“That’s what happens when I wait several days.”
She got dressed while I put a piece of plastic wrap over the cap, securing it with a rubber-band. Collecting my specimen, she kissed me heading out the door.
“I’ll talk to you later tonight. That was fun! We have to do this again!”
“Tell me... Are you really going to give that to someone else to drink?” I asked.
“Oh yeah! She’s going to love it.”
“Are you ever going to tell me who it is? Is it Nancy? Is it Beth? Is it Monica? Is it...” (Names changed to protect the innocent.)
“Nope! And, you will never figure out who.”
“Maybe I should deliver it in person.” I said.
“You wish! Ok, talk to you later.”
I watched as she backed out of the parking spot, waving at me like any other time. I thought about following her, but there was no way I could get out of there in time, or away with it; my girlfriend knew my car too well. Later that night, she called me back to let me know my package made it to her friend. She watched her down it like a vodka shot. Mystery girl said I was “delicious”.
Over the course of months, whenever I saw any of her friends, I wondered who made the request. I never found out who. Still, I think I know, but it’s not something you ask: “So, hey how did you like the taste of my cum?” I’m not certain that’s what happened to it. For all I know, my seed was used for artificially inseminating one of them, or used for witchcraft. (None of them ever ended up pregnant, or burned on a stake.) To this day, I still don’t know, but it was fun. So, if those two ever read this little story, I would like to know.
“Are you serious?! You want to do that?” I asked.
She explained it to me this way: It was a way to “share me” without sharing me. “Well, when you put it that way, it makes perfect sense.” I said. (Your sarcasm detector should trigger now.) Still, there was a part of my depraved sexual dark-side that got a thrill in the bazaar request, so I reluctantly agreed.
This was one of my first insights into the naughty side of girls. I knew guys were filled with filthy thoughts, and my mind was no different. My male friends and I had verbalized all manner of over-the-top fantasies to amuse ourselves. It was just what guys did to pass the time. Over the years, with more exposure to the female sexual psyche, I wondered. Thinking back on guy’s dirty thoughts, they seemed almost tame compared to stuff I learned from some girls...
There was a lot of thought put into this minor operation. The girlfriend told me it would happen when she was on her way to visit the mystery-girl. She wanted my load “fresh”. There was no head up- just the order to keep my hands off myself. Several days went by, and of course, I kept asking: “Will it happen today?”
“Soon. Be patent.”
Back then, I was busting my nut any day my partner didn’t unload me. Five days went by, and I was feeling “backed up” and my girlfriend was having her period. (At least, that’s what she told me.) I think she enjoyed keeping me chastised during that week. Then I got the call; my girlfriend was on the way.
“Thank god!” I said to myself.
Thirty minutes later and she was at my apartment door. She grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. She pulled a tiny plastic cup from her purse. It was one of those you get with a bottle of cough-syrup. She did all the “work”- she pulled my pants off, lubed me up with some KY, and then we began kissing. Of course, I stripped her top off to fondle her beautiful tits. Minutes later and I was hard as a diamond.
She went to her knees and began stroking me. (Unfortunately, this girlfriend was not into blowjobs, though she LOVED jerking me off.) Remember, we had been “hand-off” each other for almost a week, and were pretty worked-up with sexual tension. She was moaning along with me as she jerked my tortured cock. A few minutes in and she stood up to take her jeans and panties off.
“I can’t stand it! You need to fuck me!”
Her pussy was already soaking wet, and so I bent her over, putting her hands on my bed as I penetrated her, standing up. Oh, this was so much fun finally fucking after holding out for days. But I needed to control myself, because we still had a load to deliver. This session challenged me, but I persevered. I held out right up to the moment my girlfriend climaxed. I pulled out, and she went back to her knees to finish me with some hot strokes. But in all the frenzy, we lost the collection cup. I was ready to burst when she stopped jerking me to look for it. It had rolled under my bed. She handed it to me while resuming to milk me with her hands. She sensed the pulses foretelling my orgasm, and I positioned the tiny cup to catch my wads. And boy was I backed-up. The first shot jetted out, ricocheted off the bottom and over the side with a lot of force, followed by other wads that pumped out of me. All told, I filled that graduated medicine cap almost to the ten milliliter line. (Probably closer to 8.5, but it was tough to tell from the mess I made of it.) My girlfriend couldn’t believe it, and it was the biggest load she’d seen from me.
“Holy shit!” She said.
“That’s what happens when I wait several days.”
She got dressed while I put a piece of plastic wrap over the cap, securing it with a rubber-band. Collecting my specimen, she kissed me heading out the door.
“I’ll talk to you later tonight. That was fun! We have to do this again!”
“Tell me... Are you really going to give that to someone else to drink?” I asked.
“Oh yeah! She’s going to love it.”
“Are you ever going to tell me who it is? Is it Nancy? Is it Beth? Is it Monica? Is it...” (Names changed to protect the innocent.)
“Nope! And, you will never figure out who.”
“Maybe I should deliver it in person.” I said.
“You wish! Ok, talk to you later.”
I watched as she backed out of the parking spot, waving at me like any other time. I thought about following her, but there was no way I could get out of there in time, or away with it; my girlfriend knew my car too well. Later that night, she called me back to let me know my package made it to her friend. She watched her down it like a vodka shot. Mystery girl said I was “delicious”.
Over the course of months, whenever I saw any of her friends, I wondered who made the request. I never found out who. Still, I think I know, but it’s not something you ask: “So, hey how did you like the taste of my cum?” I’m not certain that’s what happened to it. For all I know, my seed was used for artificially inseminating one of them, or used for witchcraft. (None of them ever ended up pregnant, or burned on a stake.) To this day, I still don’t know, but it was fun. So, if those two ever read this little story, I would like to know.
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