Sonia Spreads It Around (And Simon Licks It Out)

SONIA SPREADS IT AROUND (And Simon Licks It Out) By Yummicreme As a teenager I was always very interested in sex. I masturbated regularly, using just about everything I could find that would help me get off. Not just my fingers but also small bottles from the bathroom, root vegetables and so on. I even tried going into sex shops to buy myself a vibrator but I've always looked a couple of years younger than I am and so they kept on kicking me out. So I was very excited as my 16th birthday approached and I knew that I'd legally be able to have proper sex at last. I went to a women's sexual health clinic a couple of month before my birthday and had them put me on the pill, so that I could properly enjoy myself on my birthday. The day came and in the afternoon, before the party, I slipped away with my boyfriend Kevin and we had ex for the first time. It was good. It was good because it was what I wanted and because Kevin was just 16, too and had the stamina to go again and again and again. Looking back I can see that he wasn't a particularly good or skilled lover but he kept recovering and kept pumping me full of his cum. And that's what I've loved ever since. It's the one thing that I can't simulate myself. I can give myself an orgasm with just my fingers and I can use a dildo or a vibrator to get that 'filled up' feeling but only a man's cock can give me that wonderful sticky, damp feeling I get from a big load of cum leaking from my pussy. I didn't stay with Kevin for long and before my 18th birthday I must have dated and de-seeded at least a dozen lads. But when I left 6th form college and got myself a job I knew that I needed a husband. It didn't take long before I'd found Simon and before the end of the year we were married. Simon's a great husband. We work well together as a team and he's a great lover and cums inside me like a broken water main. So I was totally shocked with myself when just a couple of months after coming back from honeymoon, I had sex in a club on a girls' night out. And I don't mean I had sex with one of my girlfriends. I'd had a few drinks, perhaps a few too many, when a good looking bloke asked me to dance and I went down to the floor for a little boogie. All very innocent and nothing sexual intended but then he bought me several more drinks in between dances. Before I knew it we were outside in the car park and he was pumping away between my thighs as I was supporting myself against the wall. It was a quick fuck. Nothing special and I didn't cum but he left me with a big load of spunk that dribbled out into my black cotton and lace knickers. I walked home quite shocked with myself and what I'd done. I walked up the stairs, still a bit shocked and just took off my shirt and top before getting into bed. Simon noticed and moved over to kiss me and started to feel my cotton covered pussy. Before I knew it, his fingers were between my thighs, wanking my spunk covered pussy lips and then moved over me and pushed the gusset to one side to stick his cock in me and start making love. And I mean making love. It wasn't an intense fucking with powerful movement and lots of porno noises. It was gentle, quiet and loving. I suppose the spunk inside me must have made me quite slippery and reduced the sensation slightly for Simon because he kept it up for a good while before I started to cum and felt myself contracting around his cock. That must have been what Simon needed because he quickly came inside me. We both drifted off to sleep shortly afterwards as the spunk of two men slowly leaked out of me and into the gusset of my knickers. The next morning, nothing was said. The next week I went out again on a girls' night out and something quite similar happened. There was another lad and he bought me a bunch of drinks before went left the club and he fucked me on the grass in the park. One more time I walked home with some lad's spunk lubricating my pussy and making me feeling deliciously sticky and wet, while at the same time feeling like a complete shit for having sex with some anonymous stranger behind my husband's back. I got home and the walk up the stairs felt like the walk of shame. As I got into bed, Simon woke up and smiled before leaning over and starting to feel my pussy lips under my sticky, slutty knickers. And then he surprised me and pulled them down and leaned over to push his face between my thighs and start to kick and nibble at my sex lips. "No, no, I don't want to," I said. But he gently insisted and soon began to slurp what must have been some quite salty and unusual (for him) tasting pussy juice. He was insistent and clearly quite turned on and a few minutes later he fucked me good and proper before squirting what felt like a good half pint of cum inside me. I came like I'd never come before. I lost all control and wailed and screamed as my thigh and pussy muscles contracted and released like I'd plugged myself into the wall and had just received a huge electrical shock. The next night, as Simon and I were making love again he started asking about fantasies and asking me what would really turn me on. This theme continued over the next few weeks, as did my tendency to have sex with anonymous young lads and come home with a sticky, spermy pussy. Soon, Simon was asking who I'd like to feel inside me as we pounded away against each other, or asked me about my previous lovers. Then, one weekend he brought home a top shelf magazine with a readers' wives section in it. He suggested taking some pictures and sending them in. And he did and they were printed. But he hadn't just sent them in for display, he'd taken a box number and suggested that "heavy cummers" living in our area might want to contact us and arrange a meet up. Well, we were inundated with responses. Quite a lot of them didn't interest us but a few did and we met up in a hotel and had very successful sex with several of them. It was brilliant in the same way that Kevin was. Even if each individual act wasn't stunning the repetition of these heavy cummers spunking inside me before Simon licked their gorgeous sperm out was fantastic. Shortly after that we started making enquiries about swingers clubs and private parties, where Simon and I could each have sex with all sorts of wonderful people before meeting up at the end of the night to clean each other up in a delicious 69. We had a wonderful few years doing this and hope to be able to start again, soon. But I'm off the pill at the moment and Simon and I are trying for a baby. I may not be getting a whole host of dicks squirting inside me but Simon seems to make sure that I go the sleep feeling delightfully slippery each night. And he put a pillow or two beneath my hips now, as we want his sperm swimming up towards my womb, rather than seeping into my knicker gussets. Please send feedback to yummicreme@gmail.com 5944 1.49/512345