Hello. My name is Carrie, and I’m a cumaholic.

I wasn’t always an addict. It all started when I was nineteen years old. His name was Scott. We met in high school and became good friends. We began hanging out together because of our common interests. Specifically, automobiles. My father and brothers were car nuts, and I guess it rubbed off on me. Scott loved classic Mustangs. When we met, he was working to restore a 1970 Mach 1. His goal was to have the fastest car in school. I would hang out with him on weekends to pitch in however I could. It was a real bonding experience. Our friendship eventually turned into love. He did complete the project, but he was too late to have the fastest car in school. We had both graduated.

Scott was always the perfect gentleman... or so I thought! He was always proper, and never allowed his overactive libido to show. That is, until he got his car roadworthy. He and I went on a road trip to celebrate his accomplishment. It was an all-day trip to Scotty’s Castle, about 250 miles away. We toured the castle, took some short hikes, and visited a nearby ghost town. What a day it was. It was one of those days when nothing can go wrong. Everything just felt so right. I think the highlight of the day was when we spotted a lonely coyote on the side of the road. It was summer in Death Valley, with a temperature well over 100°. Scott felt sorry for the poor animal and stopped to give it some water. The coyote was a bit skittish, but he did allow Scott to get close enough to leave a small dish of water. As we drove away, we watched the coyote enthusiastically drink from the dish.  

Scott’s act of kindness to a needy animal melted my heart. He was genuinely a nice person! This act, among the other things that transpired that day, acted to increase the closeness and love that I already felt for him.  

By the time the sun set, we were both exhausted. Scott suggested we stay at a motel and drive home the next day. I was too tired to argue. We ate at a restaurant next door to the motel and retired for the evening. Being the proper gentleman, Scott purchased separate rooms. As I was nodding off, I thought I heard moaning coming from his room. I hurriedly went to make sure he was okay. When he opened the door, he was draped in a towel. The moaning I heard was coming from his TV set. He had rented a porno movie! I was both shocked and intrigued. I had never watched porn. Judging from the bulge under the towel, he was enjoying the show.

Scott was very embarrassed and tried to apologize. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable, so I offered to stay and watch the movie with him. Actually, I had ulterior motives. I had never seen Scott naked, and my desire to see his erection got the best of me. We were both virgins at the time, but that would change before this trip was complete. To make him feel more at ease, I offered to disrobe to watch the movie. He immediately dropped the towel and practically ripped the clothing from my body! We shared a long, passionate kiss before lying together on his bed to watch the movie. As I said, I was new to porn, but I found it to be surprisingly entertaining.

Scott suggested that we engage in the same acts that appeared on the screen. By this time, I was getting wet, so I agreed. The first act we engaged in was oral sex. He was new to this, but he did manage to give me a great deal of pleasure. He worked on me until the scene changed. It now time for me to perform. I had never sucked a cock, so I really didn’t know how to proceed. I did my best to mimic the woman on the screen, but I just didn’t have her expertise. I guess he liked what I was doing because I soon felt a squirt of cum hit the back of my throat. I immediately backed away. That really grossed me out! How dare he not warn me! I was really angry! I ran to the bathroom to spit it out, then returned to my room to brush my teeth.

I think Scott got the point when I didn’t return to his room. About 15 minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I was so angry that I didn’t want to answer, but I did. Scott was very apologetic. He stated that my blowjob had worked him into such a frenzy that he had simply lost control of his bodily functions. It was a sincere apology, so I accepted it. I allowed him to stay, and we cuddled until we both fell asleep.

When we woke, several hours later, we discussed the events of the evening. It was a heartfelt discussion, and I began to feel that I may have overreacted. I offered to try again as long as he promised to warn me in advance. He readily agreed. Scott was not well-endowed. To be honest, he was a bit on the small side. At the time, I had nothing to compare him with, except for the well-hung man on the porn movie, but I knew the actor had been chosen for his size, not his acting abilities. In retrospect, I’m glad he was small, for reasons I would learn the following day.

Scott took the lead. Once again, he licked and sucked my pussy. He was doing his very best to please me. I fully enjoyed it and soon gushed on his face. I purposely didn’t warn him. It was my way of getting revenge. He didn’t seem to mind. He continued to lick and suck, never flinching at all. I eventually asked him to stop because the sensations from my orgasm left my pussy too sensitive to touch.

Now it was my turn. I was a bit gun-shy, but he did promise to give me fair warning. He was obviously worked up because he soon warned me of his impending ejaculation. I pulled back and jacked him off until he shot his load on his stomach. As I looked at his cum-covered belly, I became fascinated with the texture of semen. I started rubbing my fingers through it in a curious manner. The warm, sticky nature of his cum intrigued me. I wanted to see more, so I asked if could shoot again. He said he was willing to try. By this time, I was really enjoying having his cock in my mouth. He got hard almost instantly, and I went down on him again. I had failed to ask him to clean his cock, so I got a strong taste of his cum. I started to back away, but the taste wasn’t so bad. In fact I was starting to get turned on by the flavor. The woman in the porn movie had allowed the man to ejaculate into her mouth, so I thought, “What the Hell, I’ll give it a try!” It didn’t take long until Scott warned me, but I ignored him and took his full load into my mouth.

I wasn’t sure what to do next. As I lay there with a mouth full of cum, I came to the conclusion that this was actually good stuff. I rolled it around inside my mouth to coat my cheeks and gums before swallowing it.

Scott was in total dismay. He was expecting me to chastise him once again. He was quite surprised when I confessed that his semen was rather tasty.

He said, “I’ll take your word for it," before dropping to the bed in exhaustion. We were both worn out. We fell asleep almost immediately and didn’t wake until morning.

The next morning, we were both still in a state of bliss. We decided to stay one more night. We went to the clerk’s office to return one key and paid for a single room for the next night. We had breakfast, then returned to the room. We never left. We purchased more porn movies and enthusiastically watched in an effort to learn how to do this right. As I previously mentioned, Scott was not well-endowed. Even so, It was a bit of a struggle for my virgin pussy to accommodate him. It took several attempts. Scott was so gentle and genuinely concerned about hurting me. We had several false starts before my pussy finally accepted his cock. He kept the pace slow, and kept asking how I felt. He soon pulled out and covered my tits and belly with his warm jizz. He then rolled over in exhaustion.

I began to rub my fingers through his semen, then licked them clean. I continued doing this until I had cleaned all of his cum. It was fantastic, but I wanted more. I took his cock into my mouth and feverishly worked on it. I even tried to deep throat, but I wasn’t quite ready for that. He knew I wanted his cum, so he didn’t even attempt to warn me. It didn’t matter, when I felt his body tense up, I knew I was in for a treat! And what a treat it was! As I swirled his juice inside my mouth, it occurred to me . . . I was becoming a cum junkie! Before the day was over, I swallowed two more of his loads. In the early evening, he mentioned going to dinner, but I had to turn him down. I didn’t have room for food. My belly was full of cum, and it was very satisfying!

That’s where it all started. The moment I became a cum junkie! Scott and I continued our sex fest until he joined the Air Force. We did have a few occasions where we engaged in regular intercourse, but I had to have a daily fix of my Scott juice. If you’ve read my story titled “Inhibitions Run Wild”, you know I had my lover ejaculate into a food container, which I took home and poured over my food. That tradition started with Scott. There were countless times that I poured his semen over my food. Many times, when we dined out, he would retire to the restroom to fill a container for me. There’s no better condiment on the planet! I guess I need to drop out of Cumaholics anonymous. I have no intention of giving up my vice. I just can’t seem to get enough that creamy stuff. I simply LOOOVE it!!

Signed,

Carrie the Cumaholic