I remember the first time I experienced spunk.
It was a few months after I started having sex for the first time. We had been using condoms, but I had finally got on the pill. We had sex without a condom for the first time – and I had my first orgasm. I’m one of those rare unlucky women who doesn’t come easily from clitoral stimulation, so nothing we had done by way of cunnilingus or fingering had worked for me. I’m also one of those rare lucky women who has a ridiculously oversized G-spot, and so am able to orgasm through vaginal penetration alone.
I don’t know why I hadn’t climaxed before that day. I’m guessing my inexperience and us failing to use lubricant combined with the additional friction caused by a latex condom prevented it. When we first went without, everything suddenly worked. Especially right at the end, when those wonderful end-of-the-fuck strokes started to hit just right. And then I felt his spunk inside me. (Sometime later that night, I discovered one of the downsides of condomless sex – and the need for a spunk towel to avoid getting a wet spot in the bed.)
I remember the first time I tasted spunk.
When it comes to technical proficiency, I’m not the best at fellatio. I make up for it with enthusiasm. I was the one who tentatively suggested to my boyfriend that I could suck him. I was bitterly disappointed when I couldn’t do it to completion. I was too young and ignorant of the realities of sex to know that blow jobs aren’t the instant orgasm button for all men. I thought I was doing it wrong, even when he told me I wasn’t.
Later, it occurred to me that if he started in my cunt, he could finish in my mouth. So my first taste of spunk was mixed with my own taste, which I was also unfamiliar with. It was intense. He was a smoker, so his spunk was bitter. My own lubricant was somewhat tangy. I can’t say it’s ever a flavour I liked, but I loved the feel of him coming in my mouth. I’d heard of the ‘spit or swallow’ debate, but I couldn’t really imagine why anyone would spit. Isn’t it just more fun for everyone to swallow?
I remember my first facial.
I thought it would be hot. I loved the fantasy of it – the degradation and humiliation. But the actual physical sensation of spunk on my face felt strange and unpleasant. We tried it again, in case it was just the newness of it. But it just didn’t work. You can come on my ass, my belly or my tits. You can come in my mouth, my cunt, my ass. You can come in my hair. But not on my face. Isn’t that weird?
I remember the last time I tasted spunk.
I started SilverHubby off with my mouth, then helped him jerk off while I talked dirty to him. I remained with my head on his thigh, cupping his balls, and waiting for the perfect moment to close my mouth over his massive cock and finish him off. That was last Saturday.
Maybe I’ll get some more spunk tonight.