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

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

The big bang and explosion of a New Year's eve cherry
 

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.

Not in there, but here
 

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.

I think I'm going to be sick
 

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.

Marriage where sperm should only play a practical function
 

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.

Contraceptive choices and starting a family with Kate Moss
 

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!

The babies that never were
 

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 .

The best divorce present ever.
 

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.

On my tits please , not my mouth
 

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.

Stage fright during a hurried airport run.
 

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!

We only spent 1 day together but still managed to have sex twice during my time with the slim, tall D17 , a very large breasted lady with well hidden size 32G Zeppelins that were only revealed fully in bed. This was due to her normally wearing baggy clothes that disguised her upper assets.

This story has coincidental similarities and parallels to D17 , another big titted woman and her distaste of cum

Potentially she could have given me one of my greatest BJs during the closing moments of our second session. She was kneeling down between my legs and was giving deep throat . With her eyes closed she would take the entire length of my 8” rod and then linger at its base whilst she played with my balls. She wouldn’t even mind if I held her head down there and twiddled with her long shoulder length hair as it brushed against my inner thighs.

What made this even more special was that she had got dressed and was ready to leave. She looked smart as though ready to go out for a drink in a bar. I on the other hand was but naked and lying on the bed. This was my first experience (of the exciting) CFNM scenario and would have been even better if I had Cum in Her Mouth. Sadly as she was going down on me see said “don’t leave anything in my mouth” this was a far more polite and altogether much better statement than H3's “you better not bl00dy cum in me”

Perhaps I was too gentlemanly and well mannered to force my cum down her as I held her head between my legs. A shame as CIM is a standard with which I judge a BJ by, taking me fully down he throat and then tasting me would have made a great 4* sucking into an awesome one that would only have been surpassed by the lopsided P19.

Hawaiian cum
 

J18 Loved and hated taking my cum throughout the length of our 6 year relationship. She was naturally a swallower but there were times when she spat too . Many great blow jobs that I may recount in another thread but for now I will focus on some of the “cum” incidents.

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Very early on in our relationship after eating an Hawaiian pizza ( you know the one with ham and pineapple on it) I mentioned that the Pineapple essence would linger and could transfer and make cum taste of the fruit.
For around two years I would buy many pineapples and mangos and eat them for her. I do remember on one occasion I was requested AND expected to eat at least one and perhaps two whole pineapples before we met. One fruit for breakfast and another for lunch . If I did so I would be guaranteed a long blow job that night at the end of which she would swallow my load for me. It made the day at work go much more quickly and bearable, knowing I would be completely sucked off later that night. She would remind me of this by using the emoji with the face ticking its tongue out , for us that signifiged a BJ. :p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p:p

Whilst it was great to eat a great deal of fruit in the early years , the acidity did play havoc with my stomach and I had eventually had to peg back my consumption.

The closest I've got to a glory hole experience
 

A converse blowjob to this would have been during a week's boating holiday. We were in very cramped conditions with 5 of us in just 2 cabins on a sail boat. There was little personal space and we had little time to wash or shower during that time.
It was hot and we were both horny but we had little opportunities , also our crotchs were under used and had a little bit of “character” to them after a few days.
Our opportunities were few and what little time we had meant that there was often no time for a wash before we got down to it. We just had to do it.

On the one occasion that everyone was off the boat, we were at the dock and the drew had gone to the shops on the far side of the harbour. I was on the steps looking out from the hatch at the quay and was blocking the only way into the cabin. I had a good view all the way down the quay so knew that it would take the crew 2 minutes to return from the nearest shop. I thought my GF was sleeping when I felt my belt loosen and my trousers were been lowered. Whilst I could have easily watched my GF relieving me it was more prudent that I kept look out to see if the rest of the crew might return unexpectedly. So in a round about way this was little bit like a glory hole (an experience I would really like to have) .

As the tip of my knob suddenly became moist and slightly colder I knew that I was been sucked off rather than just a hand job. As normal the quality of the BJ was excellent, it was not a “quickie” but much care was taken to give me pleasure . I couldn't see anything below, but from the wet sensation along the full length of my cock . I knew I was having a long deep throat session rather than a hand job . If only she could see my face , I would try to disguise my expressions from passers by on the dock but for those closer observers, they may have noticed that my facial muscles were screwed up with ecstasy. As I reached crisis point, I looked down into the cabin below, not unexpectedly given it was such a hot week, my GF was just spiting out my discharge into the sink. Maybe this was the lack me showering or perhaps there been no tissues close to hand . I like to think that there was no quick way of washing my cum down her throat and perhaps if there was a glass of orange juice close by, who knows? We only had 15 minutes so time was of the essence, there was no time to clear up and I don’t blame her for rejecting my gift on this occasion.

same boat another sailing season
 

The previous sailing season I was again out with J18 on the same real boat , in the islands. We had one additional crew member and so having a bit of fun was somewhat difficult. The previous day we had sailed into a very small secluded cove to find that a couple had already moored up in their motorboat and were doing something naughty. We moved our yacht on but with the couples antics in my mind, I suggested to the GF that we return the following day where we found the bay completely empty.
When we got into the bay the other member of the crew made some excuse and went for a swim to the beach hat was about 50m away. J18 on this morning was wearing a rather tight pink top and had hear bikini underneath this, she briefly stripped down to her swimwear and got into the water, but as she was not a confident swimmer quickly got out and was about to put her top back on. However to stop it getting wet I persuaded her to take her bikini off and put the tight top back on which moulded her breasts perfectly and showed her erect nipples.. I was rather hard at this point.
We went down the ladder of the companion way down below where I dropped my shorts for her. We didnt have much time I didn’t know when the rest of the crew would reappear so full sex was really out of the question. As she proceeded to raise her top and reveal her breasts I let her watch me wank for her . I had for her a whole weeks load and I had to be quick so sadly in this case I had to spill it on the floor around her feet close to the ladder from where she would suck me off the following year.
I apologised for not cumming on her glorious tits but she understood that we had to be quick as the crew were returning from the beach. In a way I was sacrificing my gift to her leaving it at the feet of her beautiful body.

Showing off at work
 

Given that J18 gave me so many great BJs, I cannot remember this particular spillage incident itself. I do though remember the ramifications of my lustful deposits and the story that she told me afterwards of events later on in the day after she had graciously received my gift.

For convenience let's just say it was one of those days where she stayed at my place and had to get up early to get to her job. As normal she would be running late and in the morning threw her clothes on quickly. As she flew out of the door she would only make a rudimentary check of her make up before leaving. Her poor time keeping can be illustrated by the fact that she had come home from the office one day to realise that she had buttoned up her blouse incorrectly and had been walk about all day with it in such a state. The day of THIS yummy cummy incident incident was no different , again it was to be a quick dask out of the door.

On this occasion she had come over to my house the previous evening and was wearing a black skin type vest beneath her t shirt. I liked her wearing this vest, particularly if she was braless as the shape of her breasts and nipples beneath looked amazing. I said that if ever she were to wear it, I was likely to want to cum all over her tightly wrapped tits. There was no debate in this, it WOULD happen. Given that I had cum on this vest and over her braless figure on many occasions before, she knew what was in store for her when she visited me with that top on. That night her intensions were very clear, she wanted me to come over her top and any spillage that missed the preferred target of her breasts was lightly to be around her neck area as a pearl necklace.

Anyway I guess, I missed that night and a larger pearl necklace than normal was received . We then slept and been a “school night” there would have been the typical mad rush out of the door in the morning. However on this morning she had a supervision with her boss and also had to present at a full staff meeting too. In summary she was more hurried than normal.

I went to work and thought nothing more, until I then received a text in the afternoon that she had gone to the bathroom and discovered that there was a large white flaky residue around her neck.

Bingo! my gift of a pearl necklace had been shown off to all her colleagues. Of course it was dry and looked a bit like pealing skin from sunburn. But given it was winter this explanation might not wash with all observers, my GF obviously knew and felt embarrassed and pleased in equal measures. For me this certainly beats the incident of a pair of old (yesterday's), rolled up knickers falling out of a trouser leg as she walked round her office on another day after visiting me. For her I think she was more mortified in the exposing her knickers rather than the her necklace as I feel that secretly she really liked the thrill of showing off the strings of pearls she had been given the night before.

A parting gift
 

Thrilled by the fact that she had worn a dried pearl necklace for me all day, I wanted to go better and gift her a fresh gleaming set of pearls that she could take away from my flat after a weekend shagging. The plan was for her to proudly wear this as she walked back to her car which was parked at the end of my street.

With her jacket already on she placed her overnight bag by the inside of my front door and then she dutifully knelt down and I unzipped my fly to reveal my hard cock. She smiled sweetly and closed her eyes as I pounded until I came all over her grinning face and hair. However to my dismay and due to the closeness of my prick's tip to the target, I had cover her rather more than I had anticipated and I started to get guilty. At this point I went to the kitchen and got a cloth to wipe my load off her face.

With hindsight I think she really was game to walk to the car as she was, everything was packed and I could have just pushed her outside. A shame really that it was I and not her that backed out of this one, as it would have been a wonderful sight to see my cum rolling down her cheeks on a public street on a clear sunny day. As it was I just wiped her face quickly, she didnt wash and I still made her go home with remnants of my drying spunk decorating her face.

The beginning of the end for J18
 

In the last year of our relationship there occurred the most obvious spitting episode of J18's that I can recall.

The fun in the bedroom was as good as ever on this day. It was a typical Sunday afternoon “play”, the kids were at some party with the church group and thier mum was busy sucking off her lover There wouldn’t have been that much to really say about this long deep sucking session as the horny woman had given me many similar BJsin the past. What stood out ( apart from my large prick) during our playtime was the way that she quickly rushed over to the dressing table, grabbed a tissue and spat out my discharge into it. OK that day I did cum copious amounts in her mouth but this was one of the most obvious signs of the sudden discuss with my cum. After so many years of enjoying and graciously taking and swallowing my love syrup without any complaints, this did feel like a knock back.

It wasn’t our end point but did mark the beginning of the end from which the weekly sex slid to a frequency of monthly or longer. Her shaved pu$$y also started to become wild and unkept too.

we decide to part
 

When we decided to part way there was a period of about a month where we still had to share the same bed, which was just plain weird. Pretending to be asleep,. I did try and sneak glimpses of her getting changed (you know the odd side boob) , but by far the most fun was quietly waking next to her as she slept with her back to me. The cum from my hand I would then flick in her direction. Obviously from some distance this would normally scatter and cover the bed spread or perhaps hit the back of her hair . This had to do as break up sex was not an option ( I had asked for having it!)

This wasn’t the first time that I had spanked myself off in bed whilst my partner slept next to me. During the last few years of my marriage to M14 this self indulgent pleasure became almost as regular as the sex. At times this was quiet daring and I even managed to lie next to her and have a hand shandy one day whilst I wore her one piece swimsuit (yes a bit pervy perhaps but it was a way that I felt I was still staying close to M14 by wearing such an intimate item of her clothing).

Swimsuit of the friends and neighbours
 

Before continuing on with my cum experiences with J18 a small diversion into a few similar clothing experience that I “gave” a family friend and neighbour whilst I was with M14 . Now the friend JH@PA was a devote church goer and would never have been unfaithful to her husband who was 10 years her senior, so it was a case of look and don’t touch. She was a foot taller than my then Mrs Walter been as tall as me. Thin , long legged and with fairly large breasts that I believe were bigger than my wife's* (searching her laundry basket whilst she was on holiday and I feed the rabbits revealed nothing). She had become perfect wank bank material on many occasions.

I didn't need to be asked twice when on a day off I had to help JH@PA with the kids swimming duties , which involved us getting in the pool too. On this day the neighbour wore a high thighed black speedo one piece. As normal with such tightly fitting crossback designs the breasts are pushed flat so that I really didn’t see too much of the profile of her pancaked breasts, furthermore the high cut gave no clue to her cleavage nor did the dark black colour allow any transparency or evidence of peanut smuggling which was a shame. What the swimsuit did give me gratification for was that it was a very a highcut leg and her long legs were made even longer as the swimsuit rested above hip bone. With an elevated style around the upper most part of her hips, the middle section of the suit had to plunge significantly and was therefore narrow around the neighbours pu$$y. Now normally this delightful area of the friends would have been below the water and not viewable. Fortunately the pool had a communal shower and I was able to more closely observe the raised mound above the neighbours temple of venus ,whilst I pretended to have a wash. I also noted that as the water ran over her swimsuit and across her fairly thick thighs and inward towards her crotch that she was hairless in the area left bare at the base of her swimwear. Clearly she was well kept below normally or had shaved in that region before she got changed and going to the pool.

This in itself would have been enough material for the next time I drilled my wife ( I loved to do this after I had gone swimming imagining I was now sleeping with the tottie I had earlier swan and then showered with) .
On this day events then took an unexpected and favourable turn for me in that we all went back to our place after the swim .The strange thing was that everyone’s swim bags were brought into our house when the long legged neighbour lived only a minutes walk away and it would have been easier for JH@PA to take it home. After leaving all the bags in our entrance lobby, the mothers thought that as the day was fair that they would take all the kids up to the local park for an hour and promptly left again.

With at least half an hour on my own I went to the bags and found the busty lady's swimsuit and took it to the bathroom. Been such a tight fit on her she obviously had to pealed this off and rolled it down her to undress. The onepiece was now bound up like a long tight sausage that was still very damp. It had been pushed down all the way so had just two leg holes and the gauze area around the pubic region showing. Given I had time on my side I examined the which gauze to see if there were any trapped hairs down there or discharge stains. Alas there were none and assume that the attractive thick legged woman from up the road kept her pubes well maintained . After burying my face in the gauze and giving it a good licking I unwound the damp suit and after struggling with the cross back, I put it fully on imaging I was still with her in the shower. It was certainly very tight and due to its clinginess I can see how it had pancaked the lady's love pillows. I then proceeded to jerk off inside and let my love potion completely soak up into the material. There was no need to sponge any away as my load had merged in with the moist fabric of her speedos and it's faint odour would be masked by the chlorine of the pool. On finishing I unpeeled myself ensuring that the swimsuit was once again tightly wrapped and put it back in her sports bag along with my gift.. I then went out , knowing that my present *was all over her swimmers and that these would be unwrapped and rinsed by JH@PA in an hour or so, my deposits would be running out over her hands as she washed them away.

the honeymoon
 

You may wonder where I got this fascination for swimsuits which I came across by chance when I attended a friends pool party and a lady that I fancied had mistakenly e left her swimmers behind. From then on if the opportunity arose I would *borrow any swimsuit I could get hold off.
Holidays were often a good place to do this. Sneaking out to the balcony to borrow the neighbours costume for 10 minutes became a habit of mine. I would then place her laundry back on the chair where it had been left to air. I often wouldn’t sponge off my present as I knew that it would outside and would dry off in the wind before it was required again. The joy for me would come later in the holiday when I would see the lady wearing that swimsuit. The ultimate for this must have been on my honeymoon where I had to do this not once but twice as the lady in the room next door had a costume which was a reversible one and needed glossing twice.

Bean pole woman's swimsuit
 

I will indulge myself and tell another short swimsuit episode before returning to the main thread and J18 by briefly mentioning that I got to jerk off in our bride maid’s swimsuit when she came to stay on a visit. This woman DY was tall , with long blond hair and had the stature of a string bean, she was flat chested and so didn’t need the tight wrapping hold-in properties of a speedo. Rather her swimmers were a grey stripped cotton spaghetti topped one-piece for her.. The front of which was loose and gave the slightest glimpse of her small cleavage when she leaned over
Sadly for me the swimwear had been quickly washed when we returned from the pool and my chance to “get inside” her would not be until the end of the evening after I had watched the motor racing and the others were in bed. I preceded to take the clean suit out of the laundry room. The suit been dry and made of cotton rather than Spandex it was less tight but I still felt close to the friend as I sat on the sofa jerking off . Suddenly there was a knock at the door, my wife was complaining about the noise of the revving engines and demanded that I stop been so childish and come to bed to sleep (not sex) immediately. With our marriage close to the rocks perhaps she thought I was jerking off to her much more attractive friend but couldn’t have imagined my perviness for our tarty brides maid , who had several years previously asked me if she should wear knickers under her tight fitting, silky smooth cocktail dress when she escorted my fiancée up the aisle on our wedding day.

1 farewell, 2 gifts
 

Enough of a diversion , let us return to J18 where this clothing fetish was contnued in my final few weeks with J18 by this stage it was “normal” for us to share the same bed for purely ergonomic reasons. Sadly, we now seldom spoke to each other, we had no physical or intimate contact and undressed out of sight of each other. She worked in an office so had a regular time where she would get up , go and shower go to work etc. I on the other hand worked both in the office and from home. For the former I would get up earlier and get changed down stairs, the latter I would wait until she had showered, changed in another room and had gone to work before I rose.
With two working patterns, I had two wanking regiems!

Scenario 1 - On a day when I was going to the office I was changing by the dinning room table next to several of her work things including an open handbag. I thought I would take this opportunity to see if there was any evidence of her cheating on me, such as condoms ( which I had found in M14's bag , a year after I had had the snip). On this occasion with J18 I didn’t find any contraceptives and couldn’t access her phone. However in one of the most inner pockets of her bag, I did find a sexy blue lacy pair of her knickers that I had bought her as a present. Now these may have been a pair used in the case of an emergency or due to an accident or spillage at work, but they were too pretty for this and through months of checking the laundry basket I knew what was the style of her everyday panties. It was a few days after her Christmas party and unusually she had booked a room and stayed over at the hotel this year. These knickers would have gone there with her and would have matched her party frock. It was nt hard proof but the thought of sharing her was always a fantasy of mine so her underwear in hand I went into the bath room put them on and deposited a big load in them. Only lightly sponging them clean I then put back and allowed her to take my gift into the office.


Scenario 2 -On days when I worked from home, she would get up first and go in the shower whilst I slept in. Over progressive days whilst she was showering I would check her panty draw and determine which pairs were at the top of the draw. I would then pretend to be asleep whilst she hurriedly grab her underwear from the draw Then with her other clothes she changed elsewhere (bear in mind it was winter so the room would have been dark and she wouldn’t spend long checking or selecting the knickers she were to wear) . When she had left the house, I would again check the draw and had a good idea of where in the draw she would take her panties for the day. On one of the following nights I went upstairs early and selected the panties most likely to be used the next day. I put them on and went to sleep, I was safely hidden under the duvet. The relationship was over so whilst we shared a bed for practical reasons I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed. In the night whilst she slept I then lightly masturbated as she lay next to me sleeping. The very light pre-cum that I squeezed out on her knickers I then let my body heat dry. In the morning whilst she showered the now dry panties were carefully put back in the draw for her to pick out. To my great delight I checked the draws when she had left the house and discovered that she was wearing the white cotton briefs that I had worn and soiled for her. To increase my need to remain close to her after we finally separated , I trimmed my pubes and carefully left some in the lining on her interview jacket. Also I placed some inside the stuffing of the pillows that were permanently on her bed. In this way weather she was at out at a formal event or banging someone else on our bed , I felt I was intimately there with her.

J18 was a greedy spunk lover
 

On the face of it J18did like my cum and its destination was the prize for many bets that we had. Whilst on many occasions she did say that she loved feeling that warm pulsing sensation of my seed coating the inside her greedy C*nt, she didn’t mind if I were to let it go else where though. Often I would sit astride her, my massive cock over her face and would masturbate for her. The destination of my cum was unknowingly often determined by herself. If she licked her lips then it was the face that would be glossed, otherwise her tits were frosted. She enjoyed both.

I would watch intensely for any movement in her lips as this was where I would preferred to discharge. Her tits were a good size and fun to play with but they did pancake and were just that little too big for my goo to cover generously all over. For the ultimate coverage I would have to wait for the much smaller and perky N20 (story to follow.....)

“A little salty”
 

P19
During one of her amazing BJ (which I will recount at a later date) I did ask how I tasted. She just said “A little salty” Whether this was a good or a bad thing I do not know, but clearly she was acknowledging that I had cum in her mouth and with no rapid exit to the bathroom and her reaching for tissues or a glass of water she clearly was graciously saying that she had swallowed the present that I had delivered.

Claiming N20s nipples as mine with my cum
 

Technically I was still with P19 when I moved on to my next ...

N20 had a good skin complexion and would always insisted on me washing my hands before touching her or holding her hand ( it really was tiresome). She thought of herself as a bit of a diva and whilst good looking and very attractive she was no super model. Out of all of my Gfs she above all others had the strongest reaction to my cummings, It wasn’t just a slight dislike above all the other conquests of mine, her displeasure was at times head and shoulders above her peers.

Perhaps this was more noticeable as I never fully penetrated her (on religious grounds- that no sex before marriage BS) and so my cum was always on the bedsheets or on her pale skin rather than inside her.

To get some context on our relationship is worth remembering that she was a national of another country and due to visa restrictions we had to keep meeting at locations around Europe every 6 weeks for a full on 4-5 intensive days together. Given the economics of our two countries I paid for most things and I will share my thoughts about this too (although not directly cum related, her reaction to my loin juices does fuel subsequent events in this thread).


The first time that N20 was exposed to my cum was when we were in the far north. It was mid summer and midnight yet it was twilight and I could see the faint outline of her perky small breasts as she moved her pu$$y over my face in a kind of 69 position where she was on top. She was a coy lady who hadn’t had many men so was reluctant to touch my cock throughout our relationship (she was a champion prick tease though). During this 69 she gladly watched as I wanked my stiff cock just below her breasts, I did try to get her to do this but at the time suspected that she just wanted to focus on balancing just above me and watch me in all my glory. Upon my discharge she got off me and was careful to avoid the area of my stomach that I had spilt over. However she didn’t factor in there been small amounts of cum on my hand. She was retreating quickly to the safety of the covers but I did managed to wipe some of my spendings on her stiff nipple , in a way I was claiming the nipple as mine. She certainly wasn’t expecting this and perhaps may not have fully notice this as I gentle brushed past her . However she should have taken note, as this game of mine was to be played out for the next year we were together and unknowingly her pure skin complexion would become blessed and nourished by me from head to toe

A standard body cum shot
 

In WAR she had the most delightful bald pussy which I was able to lick and finger but my cock could not enter it. We had several liaisons during this stay , including an interesting blowjob. However as I'm currently writing those tales that relate to my cum and her reaction to it I will not digress and talk of other matters such a CIM incident in this thread apart from saying that for a cum hater I did gift inside her mouth once .

So on this morning she was fully nude, lying face up, and her resting on her elbows in a full eagle position, I started to wank about her waxed pu$$y, hoping that I could splash my goods all over it, I even pushed the tip of it to the entrance of her slit but she quickly put her hand over her motte at this point. For a while it would have been fun to wank over the back of her hand but I really wanted more visual stimulation so we changed positions so her head was off the bed, she was flat out and her breasts were made to look smaller. For C cup breasts her relatively large (1cm across) dark areoles and stiff hard nipples 1cm high made an exquisite site which allowed me to complete the task of my dropping my love load on her. She lay there for a few minutes, with her glazed breasts glistening in the morning light before showering them clean . So at this stage no real signs of disgust at my love juices.

A missed facial opportunity
 

At our next outing she was on her period so I really did not see much of her pussy apart from a quick glance of a hairy area at the top of a sanitary pad that was visible through the lace panel at the front of her white briefs. This meant that her tits would be fair game particularly as she always slept topless.

We had been in the spa complex most of the day and I had gaze at her breasts on and off through out the day. In the dark steam rooms she even let me run her inner thighs and just below the wire of the blue and pink bikini top I had bought her. However I was eager to get back to our room and perhaps try my luck when we were in bed.

Once we had stopped talking at the end of the day and the lights were dimmed so that only the moonlight steaming in through the net curtains I straddled her. I was quiet high up and started to masturbate above her face. As normal she stayed pretty static and didn’t touch my cock, even when encouraged to do so. She did though eagerly look at me as my hands moved over my tool. As I neared to completion I did think about staying in position and covering her face with my love goo. For some reason (perhaps she didn’t lick her lips) I thought she was too innocent for this and at the last moment moved further down to unload on her breasts.

Given her behaviour to my cum in later months, I would have been interested in her reaction had I stayed put and deposited the lot of warm cream on her beautiful face. Certainly there was a clue in what was to come in the form of her mild displeasure when I wiped a tiny droplet of cum that was on my nail along her lips. She shook her face and pursed her lips together but it was too late I had left cum on the inner parts of her big pink lips albeit only a very small amount, cum was still round her mouth and she had a taste of me.
To avoid the face or tits dilemma in future I will endeavour to give each of my future babes a facial near the beginning of the relationship. No matter how greedy their desire for my cum elsewhere in another hole, they will be gifted at least one facial early on and from their reaction I will know and can described to you the reader , if my lovers are cum lovers or haters.

Deliciously creamed shirt potatoes
 

But I once again I digress from my pasting of N20's breasts. Her bosoms were perhaps the best I have had, they were not loo large been a 34C so nothing was wasted or escaped my hands as I cupped the pert scoops of her love pillows. When lying down they didn’t pancake in the middle and still rose skywards (albeit they looked a size smaller). Topping these near perfect breasts were dark areolas about 1-2cm wide . These didn’t dominate the breast but were clearly very pronounced, her dark hard nipples rose a further good ¾ inch skywards to almost top perfection.

Gleefully from above her I wanted them frosted to make the look complete, so worked my tool above as she watch me creating perfection. A large quantity then frothed forth and spilled on to her pale breast. Her milky white shirt potatoes were by this stage were fluttering joyfully and she breathed heavily with excitement. This was my cue to add my knob of cream to the top of those tasty spuds of hers that lay below me.

To help get the last of my creamy delivery out, I then slide my weapon between the low crease that lay between her small dumplings. I spread my love butter between those well portioned dough balls with my hot knife and then proceeded to mash and kneed the feast with my hands. Unlike the massive breasts of D15, the ratio of flesh to cum was just right for N20. As such I worked my hands all across her pulsating bowls of love to leave them completely enrobed in a generous layer of my sauce. Its consistency was such that my hands were able to slip gracefully over her entire offering to me . There were no dry bits or areas that I have missed so I continued to work in the love butter and mash her potatoes until there was nothing left to wipe off. Naively she had thought I has wiped it all away so that night my darling N20 slept topless above the covers in the light of the moon, my dry cum entirely covering them.

It was an absolute joy to cover her that night

She secretly watched me wank as I lay next to her
 

Due to the lack of pu$$y action during this week and after days of seeing her in a bikini. I wanted to get some of the sticky stuff out, I could have sneaked off to the bathroom and very quickly spent all over her bikini bra which was drying in the shower but I was horney and wanted to wank up close to her.

The bed was a wide one and she was closer to the window . The curtains were open so her profile was lit by the night sky. I couldn’t clearly see her face which was tilted towards me as she lay on her back. Her pert breasts and erect nipples were in fully visible in the soft light of the night. I was bathed partially in moonlight with the bright square of the window framing my now hard cock.

Not wishing to startle or wake her I gently rubbed away for the next 10 minutes, while her bosom gentle rose and fell as she breathed an arms distance away.

To help with my stimulation not only did I use her love pillows as a point of reference but I also imagined her in the bodycon dress that she has worn that day. It was a blue and white navy stripped number that hugged the profile of her bust well. It was also rather short and could be used as a T-shirt above a pair of jeans. However the weather had been warm and so she wore it as a dress that stopped half way up her thigh and well above her knee. I think she knew how short it was as I kept getting flashes of her white panties as she deliberately positioned herself on chairs , on the grass, on the swings in the playground and let me have a look.

Needless to say, I was starting to climax when I gazed over to her heaving breast and thought I saw a twinkle in her face. I believe her eyes were open and had just caught the limited light in the room.

Knowing I had been busted and was secretly been watched, pushed me on and I quickly spilled my load. It wasn’t guilt free like the snip sample I poured out for M14, but more the feeling when your wife looks at your enlarged and red cock when you come back from the shower ( yes M14 did this too).

This was good as I knew I had been watched by N20 but didn’t tell her that I knew she was my voyeur. It all just added to the experience.
Although tempting to wipe my hand on the next breasts next to me, this would have spoilt the subterfuge. So I took my spending and wiped them on her bikini.

She never mentioned to me the incident nor did she notice my efforts on her bikini which had dried off by the morning.

Not totally guilt free but a near perfect wank, I had in effect become her secret porn stash for her "Jill till"!

First payment for services?
 

To help develop her English, I wanted to give her gift for language lessons, this was in the form of a card and some money. I told her about this whilst we lay on the bed but didn’t really want to hand this over whilst we were lying on the spot that I had discharged over her tits. I thought that this may have been misread and have the wrong connotations. She however didn't appear to mind the style of this transaction and gleefully took the cash required for her lessons as we lay there. The money she counted first, the card she then read.

A few days later , on our final morning at the spa about 30 minutes before we were due to leave, she appeared to be in a panic that she was going to struggle financially getting home. To help her further I intended to give her some money and had left a neat pile of bank notes on her bedside table on the spot next to where my companion had laid her head for a week. She was hunting through the wardrobe as part of the packing process and didn’t notice me put this money down and said nothing to her. I then went to the bathroom, I was her BF and didn’t want her to suffer but considered if this was the best approach to helping her. When I left the bathroom the notes had disappeared, she said nothing, were these my first set of immoral payments or was I looking after her during the period between out next liaison?

Black panties (not white) this time for her "Jill Till" experience
 

She was very particular about the sides of the bed we slept on and didn’t really want me sitting on her side, let alone having sexual liaisons with her on her side, I could only go there if invited to do so. Two single beds pushed together were therefore a nightmare as there was an easy demarcation. However if she did come over to my side there would be some action.
For example in Stock she was on her period but in the middle of the night she came round the bed to push the bed clothes up between us and define her area, she could have done it from her side of the bed but choose to come round, The curtains were open and the room was well lit by a street lamp so she had a good view of what she was doing ( as did I). She had panties on and a sanitary pad which could be seen through the gauze panel at the front of her black underwear, I could also see a wiry matt of pubes via the front panel too. However as normal (for our bedtimes) she was topless.

She leaned over me across the bed to reach the duvet in the middle, her arse up in the air . She hadn’t factored that as her breasts hung over me that I would wake and I grabbed her arse and startled her so that she fell on top of me on my side of the bed. Maybe this was her plan as she did not complain or move off me. Rather with her still topless she positioned herself astride me her beautiful tits swaying up and down just above my chest and she moved about. Occasionally her hard nipples would brush me as I wanked below her. Once I had finished she did says “show me, show me” clearly she did like aspects of cum but not over herself. I lay my back my weapon although discharged was still a full size its tip still glistening she looked at it whilst cum began rolling down my belly . She was in no hurry to return to her side and continued to take it all in for her “Jill till” memories I assume?

Red lips, anal and her "crown"
 

The next night we sat and watched a movie in bed, she sat next to me above the covers and topless , I held her breasts as we watched it. After we had finished the film we caressed for longer with a massage and the moisturising jar, whilst her panties were on.

Eventually these were pealed off and unusually there was a tampon up her pussy as well as the normal pad. The pad didn’t look to be soiled and was pure white still so I did kiss, fingered and caressed around her love slit. I gently pulled the string so it started to slide out and was tempted to pull it out fully but was told I might “get red lips” I wouldn’t have minded but I think she did so I left the tampon in situ.

Not given the all clear to pull the string, I moisturised her arse and surprising was allowed to slip and then push my right index finger up her back passage all the way to the second knuckle, here it remained for a few minutes. My prick was not hard enough but perhaps anal is a possibility on this night? Instead and in an effort to get hard I furiously started to wank, with the aim of cumming all over her ass. From behind her and with her legs apart, I could see her tampon string dangling from such a hairy light pussy This started so well but all of a sudden she got up and ran to the bathroom with no explanation. I grabbed her disguarded panties and tasted her feminine odour on them as I wanked off on her side of the bed. I then lay there naked positioning myself so that I was fully exposed for her return and allowing her to once again visualise me for later.

Eventually she re-entered the room. She was fully naked and I saw her full black bush which was now tampon free. She spent a little time just looking at me and then asked for “her crown”. ( yes she acted like she was a princess, but what she was really after was her pad and panties) . She put them on and then I asked if everything was OK , she did not mention the anal and I think it was the cum she didn’t want on her? (ideas started to tick through my mind...)

You can not make an omelette without breaking eggs!
 

On our last evening in Stock she spent an absolute age in the shower . Before coming out just in a pair of black pants and a loose towel around her upper body. She lay on the bed and demanded a massage , the towel that she had over her tits she skilfully put underneath her body so that the moisturiser didn’t mark the bed clothes. Rubbing her back, I indulged her to the point where her arse started to rise up and her pussy could be accessed. I could see her “crown” (or sanitary pad as she called it) peaking out from the sides, but it didn’t look soiled and after inspecting her tampon the day before I think her period was over anyway. So I slide her undergarments off. Turning her over onto her front. She now had the most glorious bald pussy which explained the length of time she was in the shower. She kept asking me to kiss her down there . Perhaps I should have spent longer doing this as it really was very smooth and exquisite to touch almost the ultimate. She briefly kissed my prick but perhaps as I hadn’t showered she didn’t dwell on it, I think she was more into me satisfying her rather than the other way around.

Eventually the sight of her glorious pussy meant that I wanted to cum all over it and I started wanking over her belly which was pinned under me between my legs. Amazingly I got her to freely hold my knob and got her to keep rubbing it so that it was very long and hard. She then started to complain that moving her hand up and down was “hurting” and she was getting tired but I said that she should keep going, I was not going to be swayed by this tactic for her to stop. She continued...

As I was about to cum she must have sensed this and stopped moving her hands and just grabbed and gripped my tool very very hard. Whether she was trying to throttle the flow of cum or just wanted to try and control the jet and didn’t want it randomly spurting out and splashing all over her I’m not sure. Frankly I didn’t care, she was naked between my legs, and I was about to explode so she would receive my love liquor , the question was where? My prick was above her navel and her vice like grip had succeeded in stopping me chaotically spraying a hot jet of cum over her thin torso and her milky white belly, instead a copious flow of my love juices ran over her tiny hand which were still tightly around my enlarged member, this position I assume was maintained to stop the sticky goo gift from touching other parts of her fine body. She was crying “Help me” and with her free hand she grabbed the towel from underneath her as she didn’t want my cum on her . The towel caught most of the discharge from failing on her body, but she then pushed me off her and rushed to the bathroom where the tap flowed and I knew she was washing her hands.

I thought this reaction or hers was hilarious and underlined the fact that she was a very naive lover for not really understanding that I would ejaculate all over her and create a sticky mess over her fine body if she choose to masturbate me. You can not make an omelette without breaking eggs!

Clearly, she didnt like cum. I would have to investigate this odd reaction further and see if I could get a repeat at a later meeting.

my first down payment
 

As per previous visits I had many presents to give her, including a preloaded credit card with a small amount of cash on it to help her get to and from the airport. At the end of our stay and after the wanking incident where she got cum all over her, she did nt appear to be that interested in all the presents that I had bought her. She became rather aggressive and kept enquiring about a credit card I had promised her until at last I gave her this too. She then settled down and let me give her a massage.
In a round about way I had paid for her sexual activities over the week. To make this official I was tempted to leave a small amount of local money on her bedside table as she slept. However as I needed this myself for the airport I restrained in making this offering.

As I took her back to the airport, she was terrible rude, talking to me like some sort of porter., I had to carry all her gear along with my own, whilst she strutting round in leggings, boots and a unseasonably short skirt for a late autumn day. She was trying to look like a super model who was perhaps past her prime.
The relationship really was on the edge and I nearly dumped her there and then. The waxing marathon of her glorious pussy the night before had just about saved her .The fact that I knew she had the most wondrous bald pussy under her outfit and that she had to get very close and personal to me to make me understand the orders she was barking at me in broken English did make me think it was just about worth pursuing this bint for a little longer.
Besides I had already booked our next set of flights early in the week , the next holiday would go ahead, but I was going to be busy on many levels not least brewing up my cum for her (see later in the thread)

Cum kalma
 

In Ten (six weeks later) she had a small amount of hair around her pussy, as it was only a short time since she had fully waxed for me during our previous liaison. I got to check out her in all her glory on our first evening that we reunited because I gave her a full body massage. Her black panties the only thing that she wore on this occasion , but these were pushed up her arse crack in such a way that I just happened to slip my finger around the front as she raised het toush in pleasure.

On a subsequent morning she had got out of the shower and had a towel head and a pair of pants on but nothing else. To say that her perky breasts were nothing but exquisite on this occasion would be an under statement, towel head just do something for me . Given that the early massage of the week ended up with lots of “moisturiser” all over her panties which I had “damaged” , it was easy to persuade her to take off her under garments and gave her a naked back massage, with her “towel head” still in place been the only item of clothing she had on.

On completion of her sensual rubdown I turned her over. The towel was still on her head , although a little loose it was rather a turn on so I opened up her short legs and went down on he. Plunging my tongue into the short stubble that was around her lipless mound, I was successful to the point where she had provided for me that delicious creamy cum that only J18 and had given me before. Once N20 had had her orgasm and I had dinned on its creamy flavour for a good 5 minutes, she clearly wanted to give me some reward back so she moved over to myside of the bed.

A move to my side was always a good sign, for action as she didn’t want me creasing the bed sheets on her side let alone putting cum stains on her side. On all fours and with her towel now fallen off her head, she was showing me her pale arse which was wiggling and upright. She was more than happy for me to wank at the sight of her from the bottom of the bed whilst I fondled her arse and fingered her with one hand . My other hand was around my cock. Not wishing to sleep in a wet patch I had skilfully placed her ankle and the base of her feet below where I was about to cum. Success the majority of the cum had landed on her ankle or the sole of her tiny bare feet. My wanking hand then quickly moved down and I scooped up my discharge in one movement. Rapidly I put this hand on her arse and tried to finger her, with my cum covered fingers. She was high up the top of the bed and my motions were so quick that all she could do was to rock further forward on her knees taking the target of her f@nny further from me and her head to a position closer to the wall. As she move forward she had partial success as my finger didn’t get enveloped by her pu$$y but cum went half way up her crack. Karma was against her though as she had jerked herself so far to try and avoid getting cum up her c*nt that she ended up gently banging her head on the wall. The session was over ( she didn’t like cum) but in her hast to get up she had managed to wipe what remained on her ankle against the base sheet at the foot of her side of the bed (another minor victory) . She then went into the bathroom to tidy up but hadn’t banked on the “love” that I had also exuded onto the base of her feet making her journey to the cleansing shower a somewhat slippy one.

I stay naked and read on the bed but left the stains on the sheet exposed so that they would dry off more quickly. On returning from the bathroom and with a screwed up face of discussed she threw a towel of the wet area and muttered something in her mother tongue.

She was clearly embarrassed by the cum on the bed and didn’t want the sham of the cleaner finding out.

Experiments with cum and a buying opportunity missed
 

That night when I awoke to use the bathroom I did an experiment to see how much she really would notice old dried cum. I did this by whacking off in the cups of her bikini bra which was drying on the towel rail in the bathroom. The answer was that she didn't notice when she wore the bikini the next day to the water park!

The rest of this break had no more cum incidents that she was aware of, the only thing of worthy note was over breakfast one morning she said I had given her many gifts and asked if I wanted to “Buy her”. It was so off the wall that I really didn’t know what to say. I should have followed this up and taken her to the cash point but regrettably didn’t.

One last holiday and its toothbrush time
 

By the time we went on out final holiday , I had paid thousands for all her travel and accommodation for the previous 5 holidays over a 9 month period. Furthermore I had given her money for sundries at home to help with living costs. I was happy to marry her but she had to start acting as my wife and open her pu$$y up to my cock.

We had slept together in 6 countries and shared a bed for 30 nights, it was good but this holiday was make of break. Yes I had fondled her arse and breasts a few times over the week and even got glimpses of her unshaved pussy as she changed on the beach.
She was not that interested in me as I wasn’t spending enough money on her and she was starting to irritate me. So far the only action I had got was pushing my hand down the front of the very expensive bikini I had bought her as I rubbed sun cream on her belly on a deserted beach. She didn’t stop me but describe it like I “ a fantasy situation of a soldier at war ” .

She would have my cum so one evening whilst she slept topless I went to the bathroom which was a mere meter from her as she slept. only half closing the door and taking her tooth brush to hand I used this alone to touch my cock, softly brushing my balls and rubbing the inside of my foreskin so that it completely swallowed the brushes head I got a huge hardon. I then proceeded to cum all over the bristles and left her toothbrush to dry for her to use in the morning.

She shows her true colours
 

I had almost broken up with her several times in the past due to the cost of seeing her. Yet the sight of her most wondrously tight pu$$y which had no lips and when waxed had an exquisitely smooth high mound which was so moorish to my tongue just kept me wanting more of her. I had kept paying for her to escort me on my trips due to her good looks and the buzz that I got when I took her awesome bikini clad body to the beach on my arm .
One such occasion was the morning of the last day we sat on the beach. She was on her front and topless and I was asked to rub sun lotion into her back and legs. She wanted a good tan with no lines and as she didn't want any cream on her bikini pants she let me tuck her bottoms into her arse crack. Whilst massaging her, I told her how frustrating this all was and asked what I was getting out of this relationship , to my dismay she said “her time” .
I then asked about how many times she had been with a man before . The answer to this was very few, but she clearly had had sex as she had a teenage son . I asked where the father was , but she didn’t know who he was. Apparently 15 years ago all her friends were having children and she wanted one too, (presumable to get a house off the state?) Her solution to this was to take a train into the capital city of her country and grab a random guy at the station. They briefly made out in a room and they then parted never to meet again. (he was a very lucky guy and clearly N20 wanted some sperm on this one occasion).
This I suspect was the last time someone had been up her and would explain her odd attitude towards sex and cum. With her morals and motives now a lot clearer to me , the religious excuse for not having sex had weaken and it was clear she was just after a free holiday each time we met.

One final massage
 

With no real sexual action during our final week together , the last lunchtime was my chance to have some fun with her before I took her back to the airport for her long trip back home . A trip it should be added that involved her staying over night in another city where I had also arranged a room for her to stay in.


When we returned to the room and before packing she wanted a massage, so stripped down to her black knickers and lay on the bed face down. I too remove all by my shorts and started to rub some “special” massage lotion into her back and thighs. Her legs remained closed together and she was fixed to the bed in the prone position , I could not get her to move or turn over to see her glorious nipples. She would have let me suck them but said that this would have terminated the session as she then had to pack. All that she would let me do was rib her back and arse. Given that she didn't want “cream” on her panties I again pushed the fabric into her crack so that she was affectively wearing a small black thong and her checks were all exposed to my willing palms.
By this stage my shorts were off and I was hard, she wasn’t turning round so probably wasn’t fully aware of the state of my weapon. Previously I had cum on many parts of her body but not directly on her arse so was very keen to indulge this pleasure and started to rub it vigorous just above her silky smooth white butt. It was only at this more energetic stage of me wanking over her exposed arse cheeks that she became aware what I was doing. She tried to cover her bottom by unfurling the panties that had been pushed far up her crack and was prepared to get off the bed. However she hadn’t anticipated how far I had gone and so I came all on her panties which would otherwise have escaped most of the torrent. I also cover her lower back and part of her checks.
She wriggled off the bed, turn round and gave me an almighty big slap on my arm before marking off into the bathroom. En route she gathered up a match bra and knickers set I had just bought her the day before.
From the bathroom I could hear the shower briefly going as she wash my joy off her back. The I heard the rustling of a bag which I presume was her soiled panties going into a laundry bag as a souvenir for her to take home.