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

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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.

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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.

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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.....)

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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

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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"!

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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?