Real story 

I met James at the age of 24, a short time after I left University. It
was when I was working as a reporter with a small provincial newspaper.
James was a little older than me and after a few assignments together
we started seeing each other. Then, largely because the sex part of our
relationship was so good, we began living together.

To get us in the mood - not that we needed any encouragement - we
used to lie in bed together talking about our sexual fantasies. We came
up with some fairly commonplace ideas involving voyeurism, bondage,
chastisement, doctor/patient roleplay and so on. After a time it became
apparent to me that James had one fantasy that kept cropping up in
slightly different ways. Essentially, he wanted to see another man have
sex with me, and then for us to make love ourselves immediately
afterwards. What was most important to him was that my vagina should
still be full of the other man's semen. He even talked of more than
one other man being involved.

James said that the idea originated from a book he had once read. In
one chapter that he read to me there was a description of a visit to a
18th century London brothel. Some of the brothel's customers paid
extra for what they called a 'buttered bun'; a girl who came to
them straight from having serviced other clients, with her cunny still
dripping semen.  The book described how, if a sufficient amount of
money was being offered, the chosen girl would be 'prepared' for
her client. After meticulous cleansing (with the help of other girls
from the same brothel) two or three regular and favoured customers
would be summoned to the 'whore house', just so the paying client
could watch them having sex with her before ejaculating into her
vagina. They paid nothing for the privilege. In one instance there was
a vivid description of a prostitute who was made to bend over the back
of a chair and spread her legs so that the client could watch her being
ravished by three men in succession. As soon as they were finished she
had to submit to prolonged cunnilingus with her sex still full of
semen. Just imagining how her cunny must have smelled and tasted after
being used in that way really turned James on. James had a bit of a
thing about how women smell after sexual intercourse. He often used to
go down on me afterwards and said I smelt wonderful after I'd been
fucked. In the story he read to me the prostitute was still aroused,
having postponed any pleasure she might have derived from the other
clients so that she would be more responsive to the paying customer.
Her labia and clitoris were swollen with lust and inflamed from having
been penetrated by so many men just a few minutes earlier. Eventually,
after a lengthy and detailed inspection of the woman's sex, which the
practice of her profession had rendered a little slack, the paying
client himself had intercourse with her, slipping his penis smoothly
into her already cum-filled cunny.

There was no way I would have taken the risks that that prostitute had,
but I liked the story and I liked the idea of James making love to me
when I was leaking semen. I've always had a bit of a thing about
having a man cum inside me or over me. So I began to think about how we
might try and replicate some aspects of the story. One way might have
been to ask one of James's friends along for a threesome but, apart
from the health risk, I didn't know how I might feel about that and I
was worried it might confuse our relationship.  Then an idea came to me
that I thought might work. I was due to go away for a week to attend a
journalism course. Before I went I told him what I wanted him to do.
While at work I had found two small film containers, each with a tight
fitting lid. I gave them both to James and told him to collect as much
semen as he could produce and then to keep it in the freezer
compartment of our fridge. James was surprised at first but when I told
him what I had in mind he smiled broadly and said I could count on his
having plenty for me when I returned.

When I came home that Friday evening I was astonished how much semen
James had managed to collect. One pot was full and the other about half
full. He must have masturbated many times, though he told me he had not
done so since Wednesday evening in case it adversely affected his
performance when I returned.

After a short time out of the freezer the contents of the pots was
nicely thawed and so we retired to the bedroom While I was away I had
gone to a chemist and bought a vaginal douche, with a long curved
nozzle, shaped like a small penis. I had never used one before but I
wanted to feel as fresh and clean as was possible for what was to
follow. I showed James what to do, drawing up a small amount of warm
water with the douche, and then expressing the contents into my vagina.
Then I handed the douche to James to continue the procedure. I always
liked having James perform intimate tasks for me. Squatting over the
bidet I watched as he parted my labia, felt for the entrance to my
vagina, and gently eased the nozzle up into me before squeezing the
bulb. It was a strange but not unpleasant feeling as the warm water
penetrated deep inside me and then ran out into the bowl of the bidet,
ready for James to repeat the process.

The semen in the pots was more watery than if it had just been
ejaculated; but it smelt fresh and tasted no different. I was ready to
be impregnated. James dried me off and led me back into the bedroom,
where he knelt at the foot of the bed while I lay there with my legs
wide apart and my knees slightly raised, just as though I were at the
doctors and about to have an internal examination. I found it very
arousing and I could see that James had a strong erection.

'You're so beautiful' he said, with his eyes fixed on my sex.
Then he began kissing my labia and pushing his tongue inside me.
'Stop' I groaned 'or I'll come right now'.

James stood up and I watched him walk towards the chest-of-drawers, his
cock bouncing as he did so. Opening the top drawer he took out a
syringe; 'This is what we need now' he said with a wicked smile.

James drew up a quantity of semen from one of the pots and walked back
towards me where I was lying, still with my legs apart, ready for him.
He had filled and dispensed two syringe-fulls before I felt the first
trickle of semen begin to leak out of me. At first it felt a little
cold but my inner heat soon brought it up to body temperature. As more
and more leaked out from inside me I was aware of that distinctively
pungent smell that I always associate with masculine arousal; and I was
conscious of how sticky I had become.

There was still plenty more semen so I suggested to James that he
spread the rest over my pussy hair, stomach and breasts, to make it
seem as if I had had several men ejaculate over me. I have never felt
the aversion that some women feel towards semen; in fact I find it
intensely satisfying to see such tangible evidence of male sexual
attraction towards me. I like its smell and its taste.

Having finished his preparations James could wait no longer. He told me
to turn over and 'present' myself for him. I knew fro that that he
meant me to go on all fours so he could penetrate me from behind. James
always liked to start that way.

No sooner was I in position than I felt him spread my cunny with his
fingers, line up his cock and thrust up into me.  I remember thinking
how sticky we both felt from all the cum on my body and between my
legs.  Inevitably, James came inside me after only a short time. I felt
his spunk pumping into me for several seconds before he went quiet and
his cock began to soften. Then we collapsed on the bed together. I
always liked that time and never minded when he came first. It was a
compliment really and it meant that I could take as long as I liked
without being hurried at all.

James whispered in my ear 'Thank you darling' and then we lay
together quietly for a couple of minutes, till he had recovered a
little. I knew what to expect. First, he moved down the bed and started
to lick my bush. Then he pushed his tongue between my swollen labia,
groaning with delight as sucked, licked and nibbled at my tender pink
flesh.

I would have come there and then had James not then taken hold of my
hand and started pulling at it, helping me to sit up. 'Look' he
said, directing his eyes at my pussy. I really was in a terrible mess;
my thick pubic hair was all matted and covered with semen. My wide-open
cunny had creamy white spunk in every crevice. And as I looked more
fresh semen trickled out of my vagina and ran onto the sheet.


I don't think I had ever seen anything so erotic as the sight of my
freshly fucked cunny oozing James's semen. I just sat there looking
at it ooze out of me while he took some on his finger and put it to my
lips. It tasted salty, and a little like seawater, but indefinably
different and very very sexy. Just as I was enjoying the taste he put a
dab on each of my nipples, which immediately made them swell and
harden. My breasts and nipples are extremely sensitive.

My entire body tingled and flushed with sexual excitement. I could not
wait a moment longer. I grabbed James's cock and pulled it towards my
mouth, while using my free hand to press his head back down between my
legs. Seconds later I was sucking hard on his cock while he plunged his
tongue into my vagina. To my surprise, James was still quite hard. The
combination of his tongue when he touched my clitty and the smell and
feel of his cock, still sticky from its recent passage up my vagina,
brought me to an immense orgasm that rippled through me for several
minutes before it eventually subsided; though not before James had come
a second time - deep in my mouth.

We spent the next hour tasting and touching each other until our lust
was completely spent. The bed sheets by then were soaked with semen,
mixed no doubt with my own cunny juices. There were even stains on the
pillows. My sex ached from having been in such a high state or arousal
for so long. And James's cock lay loose and flaccid on his belly, no
longer the stiffened eight-inch rod it had been such a short time
before. I tried one last time to bring it back to its erect state. My
breasts were still moist with sweat and sex as I clamped them round his
penis and tried to arouse him. He had always liked me doing that before
but this time, although he stiffened a little, he just groaned and
asked me to stop.

I really thought we were finished then, so I got off the bed and went
into the bathroom with the intention of cleaning myself up. To my
surprise, James, who usually just slept at that point in our
lovemaking, came in a few moments later, still stark naked, and knelt
down on the floor by the bidet. 'Sit there and I'll do it for
you' he rasped.

I felt my passion rise once more.  He had never done more than wipe me
quickly with a tissue after love-making so it was rather nice having
him wash me again over the bidet; though he did it with his fingers
that time and not with the douche. But we were both too tired to make
love again so we just dried each other and fell into bed again, naked,
exhausted and satisfied.

The next morning I woke to find James's cock hard again. Like most
men, for some reason I have never quite understood, he nearly always
had an erection on waking. And not many mornings passed when I was not
called upon to satisfy his need. In fact my first waking moment was
often accompanied by the realisation that he was working his cock up
inside me as I lay dozing. Not that I ever minded. Some of our best sex
ever took place in that casual fashion.

On that occasion, because James had to be at work on the other side of
town within only three-quarters of an hour, there was no time for more
than a quickie. Afterwards, he washed hurriedly, picked up some fruit
for his breakfast and dashed out.

I had a little longer, but being tired from the night before I fell
into a light sleep. When I awoke again I realised with a shock that I
had overslept considerably. The place where I worked was very strict
about punctuality and there was no time to do anything but wash my
face, dress and leave. I didn't have time to wash down below and had
to leave my make-up till I was on the train.

All that day I felt a little unsanitary, but I found the knowledge of
my having James semen inside me strangely erotic. Usually I would have
washed myself clean and probably worn a panty liner to soak up any
seepage. As the morning wore on I could feel how the crotch of my
panties had become saturated and slipped up into my pussy slit. On
going to the ladies to investigate further I found that I was leaking
profusely and that my panties and tights were heavily stained. Added to
that I was afraid that the distinctive aroma of semen was strong enough
to be noticed not just by me but by colleagues. To make matters worse I
was due to go into one of our regular monthly briefing meetings.

As I had no spare knickers and time was pressing there was really only
one thing I could do. I quickly wiped myself with a tissue, dabbed on
some talc that I always have in the office, and popped my soiled
panties and tights into my bag. It meant my having to go to the meeting
and risk someone noticing I was wearing nothing underneath, but that
was preferable to a stain appearing through my dress.

Unfortunately, I hadn't allowed for the fact that I was wearing only
a very short dress or for how distinctive the smell of semen can be to
anyone who is familiar with it. The meeting had barely started before I
became conscious of that smell again and of feeling sticky between my
legs. My immediate instinct was to squeeze them tightly together, but
that made matters instantly worse and I felt a trickle run down my
thighs. I don't think I had ever felt so uncomfortable. To make
matters worse the room was hot and the more I leaked the more I felt
sure everyone must be aware of the reason for my discomfort.

Sitting straight across from me was George, my boss. Unfortunately the
tables were arranged so that he could see my legs under the tabletop.
That was when I made my second big mistake. I did what all girls do in
that situation and I crossed them. As I did so I saw George's pupils
grow instantly larger and I blushed to think what he might have seen.
Then, without warning, what seemed like a torrent of semen was squeezed
out from inside me. I was no longer just sticky but decidedly wet. But
worse was to follow.

Being so engrossed in what was happening between my legs I had failed
to concentrate sufficiently on the meeting. I realised too late that
the point had been reached where I was expected to stand up and give a
presentation about my department's work. If I had had time I would
have made some excuse, but before I had a chance to think I found
myself getting up from my chair and walking over to a flip chart. As I
did so I noticed two things simultaneously; there was a dark stain on
my chair and a small damp patch on the front of my pale blue dress.
Then, as I turned to face everyone, I felt a dribble of wetness run
down my right leg and another down my left and into my shoe. How I got
through my presentation I shall never know. Every time I moved I felt
more semen leak out from my cunny. Considering what we had done the
night before I was astonished how much James must have ejaculated into
me before leaving for work. And the powder I had used could not
disguise the smell of it all. It was just as if James had been there
with me and we had just finished doing it in front of everyone. By the
time I sat down again the stain on my dress had grown and there was a
distinct trail of wetness down the inside of both my legs; I was
certain that every man and woman in the room must have guessed the
reason for my discomfiture.

No one said anything at the time but afterwards some of the women gave
me knowing looks and one - Jenny, a special friend of mine -
whispered in my ear 'Lucky you. It's a long time since anyone gave
me such a load'.

The really odd thing about it all was that despite my extreme
embarrassment I found the whole experience very erotic. Afterwards I
even masturbated. In another setting I don't think I would have
minded how many people saw my cunny in that state. And ever since I
have enjoyed the feeling of having semen inside me when I am out and
about; but I always carry spare underwear.

When I was at home that evening I told James all that had happened and
he laughed. I think he was quite proud that he'd produced so much
spunk at one go. No wonder he was able to fill those two pots so
quickly.

After we went to bed together that night we just did it as usual, but
knowing how James liked me to be 'prepared' for him - like the
girls in the London brothel - we frequently replayed that special
night. Our neighbours must sometimes have wondered why our sheets were
always on the line!



If you liked this story do please write to me at dispar8@aol.com. I'm
married now and have told my husband, Bill, about all my sexual
partners before him (and since as we have a very open relationship).
He loves me to describe sex with other men and has even suggested we
might get together with other couples, though I'm a little unsure
about doing so in case it spoils what we have together. I've heard
that that can happen sometimes and don't want to risk it.