[Reluctant] Walter's yummy cummy stories. The making of a woman and sometimes more!

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At some point most I my exs have shown some reaction to Walter's yummy cummy and this thread tries to catpture some of thier actions and emotions.

First some preamble....

In my experience, unless the woman is absolutely addicted to all aspects of sex the chances are that she will not talk that much in a positive manner about your semen. She may like it but it is more likely you will notice those women who dislike cum rather than those that do enjoy and want it. Most would see cum as a normal part of sex and it's not really talked about at length.

When I have discussed with the ladies in my life the loving present from my loins , I believe that they have generally appreciated it and have enjoyed seeing it erupted from my long throbbing cock as it hangs over them . They have spoke favourably about my long weapon which has been ready to splash love and joy over the pale canvas of a pair of heaving breasts or over their wanton salivating lips. The warmth and surprise that my cum has brought to them when my gift was passed inside their hungry mouth, moist pu$$y or tight a-hole has also been well received and some of the stories recounted below.

The good times there were many and it is often hard to recall all of those special cum moments, as comments were not always made about my warm gloopy syrup. Oddly a refusal, the face of disgust or a slap of disapproval were the actions that were more easily remembered over the years. This thread is dominated by one lady above all others, who was a cum hater and who’s attitude drove me to give her more and more of my yummy cummy each time I saw her.

In chronological order here are some of the comments that I recount about my fruitful loins. Yes there are often negative but I will then try and balance it up with some of the positive too.

Ladies are labeled in bold as before by thier initial only. A number besides this indicating the order which I had them in. Occationally when it helps the story I will also partially indicate a place in bold

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I had just met M1 a few hours earlier in a bar. I was 18/19 and back from college , she was an art student. It was New years eve, we were very drunk and very horny but hadn’t discussed contraception

So before entering her pu$$y a discharge was required. A hand job given our intoxicated state was really not an option, a blow job which turned into a full thrusting face fuck was by far the easier route to my cocks relief.

We were outside and it was dark, so I'm not sure how well received my gift was taken, she may have swallowed but then it may have been thrown up with all the alcohol we had consumed to help see in the New Year.
I was too drunk and didn’t care that much, I just pounded her pussy and my cherry was gone.

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It was over twenty five years ago in yet another very drunk state that I “copped off” with H3 at the college ball at Uni. She lived miles away where as my room was only down the corridor from the dance hall. It made sense to go back my pad and in our merry state, we quickly undressed and got into bed. I was up her black furry cunny in no time, however yet again we hadn’t talked about contraception and clearly she was not using any as she said “You better bl00dy not cum in me”. I withdrew and she graciously sucked me off and swallowed before I fell asleep drugged by the many beers I had necked.

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For several years after the above two experiences which happened in quick suscession, my sex life was really pretty normal. I would often cum inside my ladies in a condom rather than explode over them. Perhaps it was a subliminal wish to give them a child, or maybe I hadn’t become corrupted by the fun of giving a facial. I really don’t know but for many years I can not recount much about the donations that I scarified on her beautiful body/tits or face rather than leave inside the alter of her Temple of Venus.

My meeting with S12 broke this mould. Again drink played a big factor. It was a party at the house we shared. We had both recently graduated. On the night of the party , I went back to her room, she got down on her knees and dropped my trousers down to my ankles. I cannot remember much other than her saying “I think I'm going to be sick” and then her rushing from the room to the bathroom. Clearly she wasn’t expecting the surprise that I had given her and wasn’t compliant enough to swallow for me. At least she wasnt rude enough to spit it out in front of me.

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Married to M14 for 11 years, yet few sperm-gate situations spring to mind either good or bad. Sex with her was fairly predictable and sadly I can't remember her sucking me off that many times or splashing her tits. It was at least 15 years prior to me writing these memoirs, so details are a little thin but here are the incidents that I recall.
Back then inside wedlock , cum was really something that was practical and used for making babies so most of these accounts related to that function rather than the enjoyment of seeing that glittering discharge all over the then love of my life.
Prior to M14 contraception was important to avoid pregnancy , during this relationship its use was still important but took on a new dimension and so features a lot in these next few entries. Ultimately the final choice of birth control would fully unleash my white hot present to those that followed M14

As I say, I can not recall many positive “cummy adventures” with M14 as sperm was for making babies , but here are two episodes that stand out.

1. She was on her period one new years eve. She didn’t want any blood on the sheets but we were horny on champagne so she wanked me off and let me spill seed over her hand. Of course tissues were often to hand so a damp floret of white tissue was the product of this night. A reasonable hand job, which I remember many years afterwards, so it would make another list should I write it..?
   
2. Very close to the beginning of our relationship we had one session where my legs were straddled above her top torso and my huge hard cock was hanging somewhere around her chin. I would tease her by tapping its hard length against her nose. But as the relationship was only a few months old and I did not know how she would take me spraying her face. At this stage she was on the pill so it was easy and quick for me to move down on her and to adopt the more orthodox style of squirting my hot love package up the inside of her tight hairy fanny.

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Apart from the six months we were together when she was on the pill, for majority of the remainder of the relationship, our contraceptive choice was the condom. An awful invention that I feel kills the passion and is a pain to get on. Yes it is sensible for a one night stand for swingers and hookers but not great when in a long term relationship.

On one occasion about a year into our relationship we had a problem with the condom which fell off and stayed upside her deep large pu$$y. My GF as she then was had to take the morning off and go to the local doctors where someone extracted it from her. She recounted her embarrassment of this later and I shared my concern having not yet widen my thrill for sex to include and be turned on by such incidents.

Briefly after we got married we tried out the rhythm method with the use of some weird device that the local hospital were giving away as part of some research project. Using her urine to measure the hormones it would then tell you the good and bad days to have sex dependant on your point of view. Sex was more regular during this period, but was over technical and lacked spontaneity. During these days my love juices were reserved only for her “hole”
To be honest at that point once married , I was rather blasé about contraception. We wanted a family and if we weren’t that careful, it wasn’t a big problem, we didn’t really talk to much about it. We just knew that it would happen. My only regret here was that I only wish I had given her a baby during our honeymoon rather than wait a year whilst we played around with this new device .

During the time when we were using the rhythm method she had a smear test planned. Nothing bad came from this but rather she was given the news that on the day of her examnation she was exhibiting signs that she was at her most fertile time of the month. As such when I arrived home that night expectant for her “news”, I found my wife upstairs naked on the bed her legs wide open waiting for me ( the only time this has happened). We got down to it immediately, she desperately wanted my sperm and we made a baby.

Making number two, I'm less clear on, but I think it was a Sunday and we were in bed reading the papers. Sex by then was very boring and routine by then, I still remember it was missionary first then there would be a call for “doggy”. She was reading a magazine with a super model on the cover. As I pumped her and put her back in the family way, she continued to read and my view of her face was obscured by the journal . That morning I had made love with Kate Moss!

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Her turn
About mid way through our relationship we were on a family holiday, our two young children were asleep in the tent next door. On that warm summer's night we had consumed a few beers , but given our state the fitting of our rubber friend was more difficult than ever.

My wife was keen for sex that night and she said that she didn’t mind if I came inside her and that it wasn’t a problem if she became pregnant again. It really was my choice and she kept reminding me of this as I drilled her thoroughly on top of the airbed . This is hard work as resistant isn't what it would be on a sprung mattress and so staying inside her was difficult on our bouncy mattress. Three or four times she kept telling me that the choice was mine to give her another baby, however I was also content with the size of our family and so let the instable camp bed tactically help me withdraw so that I spilled my load over her hairy pu$$y.

My turn
About three years down the line and we were still using those dreaded rubber passion killers. Our relationship had however changed and was close to the rocks. This time the rubber glove was on the other hand so to speak. It was me that wanted another child for security of the relationship

Since she had lost a condom up her “Nest” many years before, we always had been very careful that it was secure and she was paranoid about losing another one up her. Therefore she was suspicious when I would enter her and then withdraw for maybe half a minute before entering her again. I gave some excuse that I was checking my rubber mate was secure. When in reality I was trying to take it off. Even if I were to weaken its structure by pricking holes in the packet before use , this didn’t help me in my quest to gift her another baby .

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She thought I was just feed up with the condom as a means of avoiding pregnancy so we looked into over methods and she persuaded me to have the snip.

Once the swelling from the operation had reduced, samples needed to be taken and sent off for analysis. I asked if she would help take a sample and wank me off. Perhaps she no longer saw the need for my cum, didn’t want all the mess on her or was the relationship fading ? I'm not sure which it was but she told me to go to the bathroom to make the collection. This has to be one of the best wanks that I have had. I had her permission, it was totally guilt free and I knew she was awake and able to hear me, so I was deliberately very loud with my actions and cried out her name. The only thing that would have made this even better was if she had suggested I look at some porn during the act. Sadly I wasn’t a big reader of magazines and the internet porn industry was still in its infancy around 15 years ago

The analysis gave me the all clear, I now could freely have sex without little worry for an unwanted baby. My seed was free and no longer needed as part of the practical part of procreation. Rather the role of my sticky load had changed to a more sexual one.

Sadly wife no longer saw the fun in sex. The relationship was dead so not only was my sperm free but I was too!

The snip was the best divorce present ever. From here on I was more liberal to where I would discharge the love juices from my pipe. The attraction of seeing it on a smiling face or across a pair of heaving breasts had suddenly become much greater than only watching its foaming mass drain from a pulsating womanly slit.

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On a truly intoxicated day long session D15 and I did most things, yet this large breasted , dark haired lady, hairy pu$$yied was very clear on her morals in one area:

She said she wouldn’t suck my knob until she knew me better and was almost saying that this would finally show a sign of commitment and love.

This however didn’t stop her wanting my cum which I generously spilled over her tits. Thus ending a 2 year drought after my divorce. It was an absolute delight to cum over those breasts .Was this unbound joy just a show of my relief for finally moving on or just a natural reaction of a man claiming the breasts below him as his own. Either way I then massaged the hot juices into her skin and her fairly large (3-3 cm) soft light pink areoles. This massaging delight was only to be surpassed 10 years later by the silky white and much smaller orbs of N20. I put this better experience down to more efficient coverage of N20's smaller breasts. In the case of my later serving, my love syrup would cover the knockers completely , whilst D15 had perhaps the largest set of love pillows I had handled and so some areas were not as slippy and lubricated as I would have liked them to be as I then massaged in my goo.

Still cumming on a set of jugs (no matter how big or small) is always a delightful experience.

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I had had some amazing sex with A16. There was the time when she orgasmed three times in a single session and her strong cervix muscles pulsated around my ridged cock that was deep inside her. So tight was she that her clunge ensnared me, I could not move it , I was trapped inside her! However this thread is about my cum (or more precisely in this case, the lack of it!)

It was just before Christmas and I was due to go on holiday that morning. We were having one last liaison before I went to the airport and was on the point of entering her. Through a previous long standing arrangement, a friend of mine C was due to take me to the airport rather than my current fuck buddy. My lift had just knocked at the door whilst I was starting to get busy with A16. Reluctantly I had to go down stairs to let my ride in, I was just in shorts and a T shirt which I had hastily thrown on. Now C is a seasoned dogger and probably knew what was going on, but her hobby makes her discreet and she said nothing as she she saw me in front of her half undressed. I made some excuse that I had some last minute packing to do and asked her to make a cup of tea . I then returned upstairs to my lover.

My tool was now not that hard or stiff and there was no way I could immediately get it up her in the time available. Instead I opted to straddle my sweetie’s naked torso and proceeded to masturbate above her small 38B cupped breasts, with their tiny pink areoles . They might have been small but with the left one pierced with a small metal rod they were an exciting prospect for the short time I had. Her coral coloured areoles around those tits now wrinkled up in pleasure at the thought of been given an early morning shower. The crinkling added to the height and perkiness of the petite nipples which lay beneath my now abused and red member. For a full five minutes I carried on, I was now sufficiently enlarged but not rocket hard and try as I might my love juices were not forthcoming. Perhaps it was the time constraints or maybe that someone was downstairs and clearly knew what we were up to? Either way not a drop of pancake batter spilled forth on to the fried eggs that lay under me. I could see the frustration of the beleaguered bint beneath and this may have been the nail in the coffin of our relationship.

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More recently I have talked to C more fully about her extra curricular activities that she undertakes out in the forest and at swingers’ parties. Perhaps I should have asked my lift to give me a very quick BJ or something when I let her in before returning to my small titted lady who was upstairs waiting for me? This would have been an interesting contrast as C is a very large lady with enormous breasts almost the size of someone’s head, where as A16 is one of the smaller cupped sets of baps I have had handled
But then hindsight is a wonderful thing and I have still to do the dirty deed with my large lady friend!