Cum Compulsion

It all started the end of my sophomore year in high school. When I turned sixteen my parents decided I was old enough to go on actual dates, at night, alone with a boy. With the testosterone running high, and my own sexual desires now freed after having been a bit repressed, it did not take me long to begin down my road of sexual exploration.Greg and I were already totally enthralled with each other, so by the time we got to be alone together, in a way that we had no worries about anyone, especially parents, catching us, the intimacy started. There was a rapid progression from making out to more and more physical exploration. I held back a bit, and also held him off a bit, just due to the combination of threats and anxiety my parents had instilled in me. But when you are locked in a tongue probing embrace, with hands running over your already highly charged body, resistance is futile.I let him fondle my boobs and discovered just how fantastic it felt to have my nipples rubbed and squeezed. Not only was the feeling shooting to my brain, I could feel how hot and wet my pussy was becoming. Of course his hands were there also, but I kept my legs crossed tightly; not there, not yet. He also used every opportunity to put my hand on his cock, hoping I would explore and give him what he wanted. I did explore, but only from outside his pants. It did not matter, he held me tighter as he moaned and I felt his pants become wet and warm. I was not totally naive about the male body; I knew exactly what had happened. Variations on the theme of this revelry occurred the next two times we were able to be safely alone. By then he was practically begging for more, and I was almost ready to fully give in. This was the day of our first actual hand to genital contact. His sweet, loving whispers and the ardent movement of his hands had overwhelmed whatever resistance I had left. He happily opened his pants, and my hand slid into his underwear, finding his hard cock. This happened at the same time as I had spread my legs and given him access to my panties. His hand slid in and explored my soaking pussy, as I stroked and explored his organ. Two of his fingers found my opening as I began a determined and steady pumping of his boner.We were both caught up in a frenzy of motion that would soon culminate in his first, non self-inflicted, orgasm. Although I did not cum, it was my first male introduction to the thrills my pussy held for me. As we kept up our exploration it was not long before his moans started. I felt his cock begin to pulse. A warm fluid flowed out, filling his underwear and soaking my hand. We both came down from the fervid highs we had been riding and removed our hands, his moist with my clear juice, mine dripping with a slippery, sticky, creamy white liquid. An image flew through my mind about how I was dripping the sperm, the cum I had seen in porn videos. I thoughtlessly brought it to my mouth and licked it, salty, gooey, not like anything I had ever tasted?I liked it. I did not know it then, but that was the beginning of my craving and obsession with sperm, the male seed, filled with millions of invisible searching swimmers. After this episode we were both ready for that final step, jointly losing our ultimate virginity. But we needed to find that right time when we could be alone, isolated with almanbahis şikayet enough time to enjoy it for as long as we both wanted. Until that happened, my memory of his taste had filled me with thoughts of nothing but my first chance to suck his cock and drink in his wonderful semen.I?m not sure I recognized it at that time, but I was changing, evolving. I was moving from a physically innocent girl to one who enjoyed what girlfriends had told me was yucky, something they just put up with to make their guy happy, to keep him theirs. The next day, after school, we did not have time for what we both so desperately wanted, but I knew I could suck him in his car. He wanted that as bad as I, so we drove to the local mall and parked among a group of cars that we knew belonged to employees who would not be returning soon. He unbuckled and unzipped, freeing his cock and balls. I quickly took him into my mouth and marveled at how wonderful it felt to have that warm, soft yet rigid tube rolling on my tongue. My lips held him as I moved up and down. His balls were hanging free, nestled in my other hand. Even though this was my first time, the internet had provided wonderful preparation. I knew what to do and to expect, but not what his release would actually feel like.He held my head as he moaned more and more. His legs began to stiffen. I knew he was close as I tasted the precum I had learned about, that just caused me to redouble my efforts?I was consumed with my goal. I was not disappointed. His balls began to contract and an instant later he exploded into my mouth. I was almost overwhelmed by his seed, but I loved it! I did not lose any and savored every last drop that I could squeeze from him. I flashed back to what my more experienced friends had told me and could not relate to their feelings?I loved his semen, his cum. It affected me deeply. ?Oh my god Hannah! That was so fuckin great! You are so fuckin great! God I love you.??Baby, you taste so damn good! I could suck you endlessly.?He pulled me up into a long, deep passionate kiss. It was one of those days you never forget.A few days later we had our opportunity to again be alone for quite awhile. Greg had wanted to go down on me, to bring me pleasure and return my favor from a few days previous. He had learned the same way I did and was not hesitant to plunge right in. With a bit of guidance and encouragement from me, he soon had me squealing in delight. He kept it up until it was my turn for my legs to shake and stiffen.?Greg, I?m cummin. Fuck, oh fuck it is so good! Eat me more, yes baby yes!?Suddenly I had to push him away. My clit was super sensitive. He did not understand why I did what I did, thinking he had done something wrong.?No baby you were perfect! A girl?s clit just gets so super sensitive; it cannot take any more contact. It needs a few minutes. Come up here and kiss me! Share my juice with me. Just a few minutes and I want you in me. Take me and make me yours.? I felt like this was my last step to becoming a woman. My body had changed. My mind had changed. I had taken a guy?s full discharge for the first time and loved it. There was only one thing left. I wanted his seed in me, deep in my womb. It was a wonderful experience. He went slow. I felt a bit of pressure and then he slipped fully in, no muss, no fuss. almanbahis canlı casino ?Okay Greg, go for it! Pump me like crazy. I want you so bad baby. Fuck me, just fuck me deep and give me your cum!?He did just as I asked. We were both exhilarated. I kept urging him to fuck me faster, harder, deeper. I used every word I could think of to drive him to just relentlessly pound me. I wanted to cum and I wanted to be sore. I never wanted to forget this.I don?t know how he lasted so long at the speed and strength he was using. I was rubbing my clit gently to give some extra stimulation towards my coveted orgasm.?Hannah, I am really close to cumming. You are dripping wet; I feel it running out. I can?t hold back much longer.??I?m close too. Just go for it. I know when I feel you shoot in me I will go over the edge. I want it so friggin bad. Go Greg, pound me!?Suddenly he gripped me like a vise. I could hardly breathe but managed to scream out, ?Shit Greg, I?m cumming! Oh my god your cum is so hot! Fill me Baby, fill me. I want every drop.?He managed to stay hard and keep pumping me for a minute or two after I thought he was spent. Then he abruptly collapsed on me, our sweaty bodies pressed together. Even though we were both gasping for breath and he was crushing me into the bed, all I could think of was how astoundingly awesome I felt. This was it, I thought. This was why all the women in the videos I watched had screamed so much. This was definitely worth screaming over!He finally recovered and rolled off me, apologizing and asking if I was okay. I just laughed and said,?I am not a china doll. I won?t break. I expect this or better from you every time we do it. Just wait ?til I get on top of you!?Then I instinctively reached between my legs, cupped my hand below my puss and pushed out all the cum I possibly could. It seemed so natural; I intuitively wanted it. Bringing it to my mouth, I licked in every drop, and after toying with it a bit, swallowed it all. I think that was when my infatuation was cemented in my brain.Greg was in love; I was in lust. He wanted us to be exclusively together and I had no problem with that. I don?t think I ever felt what he felt, but I did love having sex with him and keeping every delicious drop of him either in me or on me.We were at it like wild animals in a rut. When we could not find the time or place to give us the duration we wanted, I always gave him a blowjob. One way or another I was getting his luscious creamy semen every day. I was becoming more and more addicted. I didn?t know how alcoholics or drug addicts felt, but I was really beginning to develop a serious need. That is when I got curious about how other guys tasted.I wondered if it was possible that all guys tasted exactly alike or had the same texture. It seemed highly unlikely. One type of tomato would taste similar to another but not exactly the same. That was true for most things we consumed. Now I had to know.Greg never understood what had now turned into my full on fetish. He loved me and loved our sex. He loved my blowjobs and seeing me eat his seed. He never did understand why I sometimes wanted him to shoot his load all over my face. I?m not sure I totally understood, but the first time we did that I looked in my mirror; I loved seeing his cream on my face, slowly running almanbahis casino down in various sized rivulets. I would carefully use one finger to wipe them off and deposit them on my tongue for further enjoyment before they disappeared down my throat.The need to experience other guys was now so strong I could no longer ignore it. I did not want to hurt Greg, but I had to tell him. I tried to explain that I still cared for him very much, but I just had to experiment. It did not mean we could not still be together. He, of course, did not understand. After an extremely emotional exchange, he told me it was over for him. Even though I knew I had hurt him, I felt relieved. Now I was free to continue on my odyssey of discovery to satisfy my craving for the male seed.Word had been out at school about Greg and I being an item. Now word quickly spread that was no longer the case. I was suddenly more popular than I had ever been, especially among guys that were not shy about expressing their desires. I?m sure there were plenty of other girls who saw me as ?easy? or a tramp, but it did not matter to me. The guys wanted me; I had my pick. I chose the elite, the ones with the reputation for proficiency and expertise in delivering what I desired.I found three guys who had no problems sharing me. I got what I wanted and they got what they wanted. It worked out nicely. Virtually everyday of the week I was having sex with at least one of them. My thoughts regarding taste proved true. Slight differences in all areas of taste and consistency, it was all wonderful. They never left me without at least one orgasm and always made their deposit wherever I wanted it. It just made my craving increase.More and more I was wanting their creamy essence on my face and boobs. I would rub some into my skin and skim most of it to my lips. Of course there was always the direct discharge into my mouth. Feeling the powerful bursts of semen explode into me was almost as good as an orgasm. With some help from my fingers it was often simultaneous.There were a few times when it worked out that I knew I would be home alone after school and all three could come over. They fucked me and I sucked them until I had drained them dry. I was left exhausted and covered in cum. I lay there as long as I knew it was safe, their seed sticking and drying on me as I rubbed it around and brought my fingers to my lips. It was especially on these three-on-one days that I thought about how I had transformed. I knew I was promiscuous, but was I really a slut, a tramp or whore? I knew I was being used, but I was also using them. Was I so psychologically out of the norm that I needed help or was I just an over-sexed, relatively normal girl enjoying herself? I decided that only time and circumstance would tell. I never got involved in another real relationship in high school. Everything revolved around my semen fetish. Fortunately the school was very large, my graduating class had over six hundred students. My proclivities were known within a relatively small group; I was not known throughout the school as a slut. Different guys came and went during my junior year and the first semester of my senior year. I never lacked for dates. During spring break of my senior year I went to Panama City Beach with my best, most loyal girlfriend, Julie. My parents were so trusting. I was their sweet little girl who was soon to be in college, so why not a little party fun for her since she was going to graduate with a 3.9 GPA. It was pretty much the same story for Julie, in terms of her parents letting her go.