Cum fetish Stories

Until the events of this story, I was incredibly conservative. I was born into a very religious family and taught to avoid sexual relationships until I was married. I was a good girl, although I did allow boys to fondle and suck my rather large breasts, and I stroked a few dicks. However, I didn’t have sexual intercourse until I married Ed right after our graduation from college. We met in our senior year in college in Mi...

  It would be very helpful if you read part one of this story to get a better idea of the context of the situation and characters.  But in case you just want to start here, I will provide a synopsis of the first story to provide a starting point for this one. My name is Ed, and my wife Sue and I were both forty-one years old at the time of the first story. We had just moved to the Atlanta area when our son Tommy was sixte...

-I was an out of work, forty-eight-year old marketing representative. A friend of mine named Bill, who just happens to be black and the owner of an electrical supply company, gave me a job in his warehouse in Detroit. I needed to get some income to support my family and no jobs were available in my profession. Many of the other men resented me getting the job, especially since I had never worked in a warehouse and hadn’t...

I had a pretty normal life growing up in the Baltimore suburbs, and since I was active in sports and played football in high school, I had a lot of good friends. Most of us went on to college, and only two of my best friends and I were able to get jobs back in the Baltimore area and raise our families here. My name is Ed, and I was fifty years old at the time of this story and married to a lovely woman named Leslie. I met...

I am a petroleum engineer working for a major oil company headquartered in the Houston area, and at the time of this story I was forty years old and preparing for a one-year consulting assignment at one of our affiliates near Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. My wife Joan and our two children weren’t happy that I would be away from home for that long, but they also understood that this was a great opportunity for me to enhance my wor...

I sat there in Mr. Creech's car and considered what I was getting myself into. Mr. Creech is my art teacher, he is an adult and technically I'm just a high school student. At least that's what I live my life as, really I'm a lycan, a werewolf and far older than what I look. I may look like a young teenage girl but I'm at least as old as him. So why does he send shivers up my spine and goosebumps across my flesh? His car s...