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Claimer: This story might just be a revelation to you about man-woman love!
This is a little story about a lecture that began as an expression of outrage, a lecture about love, a lecture a woman gave me -- a woman who was a nymphomaniac and self-confessed semen addict; a woman to whom I was married.
Part I: Intro: I called her a cumslut
It began with my lovingly, innocently calling her a cumslut. To this day, I haven't understood why she got upset. In any case, it ended with her forcing upon me an explanation of what a man's love is and what a woman's love is.
So well, there I was on a lazy afternoon -- it really didn't use to matter whether it was an afternoon or a night, but I'll get to that in a bit -- there I was, lying on my side, the thick length of my close-to-erect penis lazily extending toward my ex-wife Leah, who had half of it in her mouth. Alternately licking it, sucking it, swirling her tongue around it, pushing her mouth back and forth upon it, suckling on it. All of this with her eyes closed, because she was doing this for herself. All of this with her mouth sealed around it lest a precious droplet of pre-seminal fluid -- leave alone a prized rivulet of rich ejaculate -- drip out of her mouth, lost, wasted.
And then it happened like it had happened so many times before, going back to our first date when she came home with me: I perceived a stream of pre-seminal fluid gathering inside my plumbing, at the base of my penis, about to gently spew forth, about to reach its destination; she felt the slow stream enter her mouth, she quickened the swirling of her tongue to experience the taste as intensely as she could before she'd gulp it and it would go down her throat. The magic happened; she orgasmed just from feeling it on her tongue: First her belly, then her entire body soundlessly spasming -- and then her arms and thighs quivering, all for a good minute or so before the noisy gulp. Satisfaction!
And that's when I said what I perhaps shouldn't have, in a clumsy attempt at composing and chanting a poem: "Leah dear, my sweet cumslut, do you know how slutty you look, so sweet yet so slutty, so petite yet so busty, cumming from tasting my precum... oh-so-lusty, you sweet and slutty little cumslut, you!"
Like I said, I have no idea why that upset her. She dwelled on my penis for a few more seconds before detaching her mouth from it -- and sat up straight. And she opened her eyes after perhaps the full half-hour it took me to produce the first stream of precum.
"What did you call me?"
Part II: Digression: The background story
At this point, I need to get into a little background. I'll keep it short because I want to keep this story short enough to focus on the lecture she proceeded to deliver after that full-body orgasm.
We'd married in a hurry because of sex.
Right at the end of our first date, she'd come over to my place with no insistence on my part; straight into my bedroom we went, down went my jeans and straight at my cock she went -- managing one plain sentence before clamping her lips upon it: "Oh, this is the biggest male organ I've ever seen. In fact, I didn't know a man's penis could be so big. Hmm. I need to take it in my mouth if that's OK." And that's what she did before I could even manage the "OK."
There's no need for detailing my dimensions, but the important thing is that -- as she told me later -- it was the first penis she'd seen that was, in her words, "big enough for me." And there's no need to get into any detail about her bodily attractiveness; I'll just allow myself to say her breasts were globular rather than thrusting out; heavy -- or "weighty" -- rather than big. How many pints of semen I massaged into those queenly breasts over our first few months together!
But I digress. The point here is that whatever my size, that wasn't the most important thing for her; it wasn't even all that important, in fact. Desirable, perhaps, but not
important
. What
was
important, though, was the fact that back then, I could "cum like a horse" as the phrase goes -- and not just once a day; more like four, as I remember. And
that
is what got Leah hooked on me right that first night.
Then as she lay back, her head on the extra pillow I maintained for the women I'd bring home, she said in as bland a manner as you can imagine: "Umm. I've never drunk so much semen in one night from a man before. I'd pretty much lost hope. I never thought I'd find a man who'd feed me as much ejaculate as I need."
Well, of course I was proud of my ejaculate volume -- but I couldn't figure why it was, apparently, so important for her.
I asked her.
Again a bland response, delivered in as un-romantic and un-sensuous a manner as you could possibly expect: "Well, what do you think? Drinking the contents of a man's ball-sac makes me feel sexy, happy, loved. It makes me feel like a woman. And... yeah, the more the semen my man gives me to drink, the more I feel like he's a real man. Umm... I mean, yeah, it's as simple as that."
With that, she turned to her side, facing away from me, telling -- not asking -- me to "hold my breasts. Press them firmly." And then: "Umm. I'm
going to sleep if you don't mind."
You'll notice she consistently said "drink" rather than "swallow." That's perfectly correct: A swallow is one gulp. "Drinking" refers to a series of swallowing actions -- which is exactly how she'd ingested my semen all three times that night: My penis would pulsate, stretching out her lips, I'd let out a spurt, she'd gulp. And again. And again. No collecting a pool of it in her mouth. "Drink it as it comes" had been Leah's fantasy -- the best way, she'd imagined, of enjoying her man. And I'd made her fantasy a reality.
That's pretty much what she'd meant by "as much ejaculate as I need"; to take her word for it, I was the first man she'd met who could ejaculate so much that she needed to drink it as it came, rather than swallow it, to avoid leakage or spillage.
And believe it or not, it was that ejaculatory capability of mine that got us each so hooked on the other that we actually got married. Her idea was she'd never "feel like a woman" every day with any other man; my idea was that I'd never meet another woman who was as much of a lusty cumslut as Leah was.
As an aside, she was the most unromantic, un-passionate woman I'd ever been with. For Leah, intercourse was absolutely and entirely functional; the act comprised the mating of the organs or, in our case -- considering male penis size and female body size -- the expansion of the inside of her lower abdomen from left to right, from top to bottom, by means of getting my penis pushed into her. The process of pushing it in up until her cervix would often take upwards of fifteen minutes. And after that, stuffing in the part that remained outside her body involved considerable physical effort on my part, a good deal of agonizing pain for her with copious tears streaming from her eyes -- every single time -- because during this phase of the "insertion" (if it could be called that), my organ would press and grind harder and harder right against her cervix.
No matter how slowly I proceeded, the fact was that the pressure would just get more and more painful -- until at some point, her vagina would just "give up." It would loosen up, relax, kind of fall apart; I'd then feel it warmly extending down, down, down to the base of my penis -- which the lips of her vulva would then lovingly grip.
Her first orgasmic contractions would begin at that exact moment. From her lower abdomen, up, up they'd go -- until her belly spasmed uncontrollably, her breasts heaving up and down and swaying left and right, quivering as they heaved and swayed; then her arms and thighs would tremble, and...
But I digress! My point was that at no point through all this would there ever be the slightest expression on her face, the slightest frown, the slightest facial contortion, the faintest sound. No rolling of the eyes, I mean, absolutely nothing: Eyes calmly shut all the while. If I ejaculated inside her body... another body-quaking, three-minute-long orgasm; no facial or vocal expression, though. If I withdrew and kneeled above her face, penis hanging downward... mouth clamp, lick, lap, suck, slurp, drink, drink, drink. No expression.
And the one time I asked her about this phenomenon, so to speak, her explanation was articulate enough but made no sense (to me, at least): "Honey, I don't see why
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