She’s Addicted to Sucking Men Off, and the More the Merrier

I’m twenty-three years old and the mother of a sweet little girl. My husband is a wonderful provider, and we live in a rather upscale residential area. To see us you would think we were an average upper-class American family, and as far as my husband and daughter are concerned, we are. I have a dark secret, however, that would shock everyone if they knew, and would definitely cost me my marriage.

It began during my senior year of high school. At eighteen I was fully developed and ripe for the picking, and my hormones were running wild. I ached to get laid, like a lot of the other girls, but my parents were so smothering and strict that there was no way they would allow me to get on the Pill. This made dating awkward, because most of the other girls were fucking.

Then my best friend, Donna, told me I should just do as she did—give the guys head. She said most guys would rather have their dicks sucked anyway. I told her that the thought of putting a guy’s dick in my mouth and letting him fuck it like a vagina and then ejaculate down my throat grossed me out. Donna giggled and said she had felt the same way at first, but after doing it, she found she liked it so much that now she was hooked. Feeling a swollen cock spasm uncontrollably in her mouth and then fill it full of come excited her so much that she would have an orgasm. She also said it was empowering to have a guy’s dick in her mouth and to be able to control his degree of pleasure. But I still was not convinced.

One evening I was over at Donna’s house when her mom and dad were out, and Paul, a guy we went to school with, stopped by unexpectedly—or so I thought. At one point I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I got back I found Donna kneeling between Paul’s legs as he sat on the couch, merrily sucking and slurping on his erect penis. When I came into view, they just continued as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

“Mmm, come here, girl. You’ve got to taste this!” Donna said to me, taking Paul’s dick out of her mouth temporarily. My curiosity got the better of me, and I slowly went over and got on my knees beside her. When she again took his cock out of her mouth and offered it to me, I cautiously took its mushroom-shaped cap between my lips. The heat of it excited me, and as I experimentally took more of him into my mouth, I felt his pubes tickle my nose. The sweet yet musky flavor of his hard flesh seemed to inflame me.

“See! I told you you’d like it,” Donna told me. “Just wait until he gives you a mouthful of his yummy come!” She then got up and left the room, leaving Paul and me alone.

Paul’s dick was about six inches in length and had the girth of a summer sausage, and although I was able to take it in fully, it was still a hefty mouthful. “Mmmm, I love doing this,” I heard myself say as I rubbed that hard pole for a moment against my cheek. I then crammed it back into my mouth and sucked it with vigor.

His legs began shaking as if he were freezing, and he weaved his fingers into the hair at the back of my head. “Here it comes!” he cried out. Then my mouth was suddenly filled with the most delicious substance my taste buds had ever encountered, and to my astonishment, an orgasm suddenly rippled throughout my loins.

Before sending Paul home that evening, I had sucked his cock three more times, and each time I had achieved an explosive orgasm of my own. And that was the beginning of an addiction I have struggled with ever since.

Once word got around that I got off from giving head and swallowing a guy’s ejaculate, it seemed every guy in the school approached me, wanting me to give them a blowjob. And I couldn’t say no. Once, at a keg party, I sucked off twelve guys, one by one, and orgasmed each time. The black guys on the football team would wait for me at lunchtime and beg me to drive around with them and suck them off, which I did. Another group of them would be waiting every evening to give me a ride home, so they could feel my mouth sucking their dicks as we rode along.

I knew I was getting a terrible reputation, but I loved the attention, and it all felt so good! I especially got off sucking off the black guys, because it seemed they used freer language than the white guys, and I loved being talked dirty to. They would call me their personal cocksucker, their sex toy, their little white slut, and I couldn’t get enough of their filthy talk.

But after graduating from school, even though it was the toughest thing I had ever done, I gave up my promiscuous ways. I stopped sucking cock and began dating the man who is now my husband. I know this may sound crazy after hearing about me sucking off so many guys in the past, but I have never sucked my husband’s dick, no matter how much he begged me to. Not because I wanted to deprive him of pleasure, but rather to keep myself from craving it again, fearing it might make me unfaithful.

Last summer my husband hired a good-looking young black guy to take care of our lawn and do yard work. One Friday morning, with my husband at work, my mother-in-law came by to take our daughter out shopping. So since I was alone with nothing much to do, I decided to work on my tan.

After putting on a skimpy G-string bikini, I first swam a few laps in our swimming pool, then climbed out and lay facedown on a beach towel, untying my bikini top to enjoy the feel of the hot sun against my wet skin. After a few minutes I suddenly felt a shadow blocking the heat of the sun. I quickly turned around to see Derek, our new yardman, standing over me. Derek was about nineteen or twenty and quite muscular. He also had the darkest skin I’d ever seen.

As I stared at him, I suddenly realized that my breasts were bare. Derek smiled down at me and said he had noticed me sunbathing and didn’t want to see me get sunburned. As I put my tiny bikini top back on, I could not help but notice the tremendous bulge beneath his shorts. I could smell his sweat as it cascaded down his muscular torso, and it brought back pleasant memories of days gone by.

I quickly started to stand up, but as I did so I lost my balance and accidently fell against him, my cheek grazing his thick, growing bulge. “Oh my!” I stammered in confusion. “I’m sorry. I’m so clumsy!”

“That’s quite all right,” Derek assured me. “Now, let me put some suntan lotion on you before you burn.”

I hesitated for a moment, then reached down and handed him the bottle of suntan lotion. He had me lie back down on my front and proceeded to massage my body with the lotion.

His hands were strong, yet gentle, and occasionally he slipped one of them between my legs, rubbing it lightly against the thin strip of material that barely covered my slit. Then he turned me around and massaged my breasts, tummy, and legs. I just lay there with my eyes closed, reveling in the erotic sensation of his magic hands roving over every inch of my body. I opened my eyes just as he was straddling my torso and saw a thick, rigid nine-inch black cock bobbing only inches from my face.

“Go on, girl! You know you want to taste it, don’t you?” he said, in a bold tone that seemed to bring back all those old erotic urges I had held dormant within me for so long. I think I surprised him by the aggressive way I reacted to his indecent proposal, and just a few moments later I was rolling a mouthful of his seed in my mouth, savoring its delightful citrus-like flavor and thick, rich texture. I shook his scrotum and gently rolled his testicles around in my palm while drawing out the last few drops of his semen onto my tongue.

“Shit! That was the best head I’ve ever had!” he panted.

My own body was still shaking from the wonderful orgasm I had just had. I smiled up at him and told him to come back to the house after he was finished working, so I could give him a special tip. Later that afternoon I sucked his sweaty dick again, while allowing him to finger-fuck me and lick my dripping gash. He wanted to fuck me, but I told him I wasn’t on the Pill, and fucking wasn’t actually what I was into anyway.

The following week Derek showed up with a short, muscular older man whom he introduced as his uncle Sid. He said I’d like Sid because he came buckets when he shot off. He wasn’t lying either; in fact, Sid was the first guy who ever ejaculated more come than I could swallow!

After that they often showed up together, and sometimes one or both of them would bring a couple of their buddies along. Now, while my husband is at work and our daughter is in school, I’m at home sucking delicious black cock every day.

I have never allowed any of them to fuck me—and believe me, they’ve tried—but my oral addiction has again gotten out of control. They come around the house almost daily, and I cannot find the willpower to turn them away.

One Monday morning Sid showed up with five other older black men, bragging to them that I might look like a sweet little homemaker, but deep inside I was a come-guzzling slut who loved sucking black dick. Oh God, he was so right!

I sucked off Phil, the oldest man, first. He had a thick, uncircumcised cock that I found quite tasty, but his come was bitter and watery. I loved sucking his dick, though, because of the way he petted me in a grandfatherly manner and told me how beautiful I was. He was a real sweetheart. I sucked all the rest of them, too, and they all told Sid how lucky he was to have found a beautiful white woman who enjoyed sucking black dick so much.

Another time Sid called me and had me meet him and a friend of his in a seedy bar downtown. He introduced me to Larry, a rather tall, lanky middle-aged gentleman. We had a couple of drinks and then moved to a booth in the back of the bar, where it was quite dark.

“Larry, this white girl gives the best head I’ve ever had!” Sid told him. “Go on, baby. Give my man here some lovin’ with those sweet, sexy lips of yours!”

I finished my drink and then slid down under the booth and between Larry’s long legs. I worked his pants and briefs down to his ankles, freeing a prick that had to be at least a foot long! It wasn’t the thickest I’d ever seen, but it was definitely the longest. His balls were big and bloated and heavy in my hand.

I found it a challenge to deep-throat his full length, but it was a challenge I was definitely up for. I had it fully embedded in my throat when my orgasm came rippling through my loins. I swallowed down hard around his dick and felt it spasm in my throat, and the first two jets of his sperm sprayed straight down my throat and into my gullet. I wanted to taste that sperm, however, so I quickly pulled it out of my throat and caught the rest of his load in my mouth, savoring its flavor.

I sucked that dick until it fell limp from my lips; then, without being told, I moved over between Sid’s legs and sucked him off as well.

Even though it was dark back there, our activities had not entirely escaped notice, and I ended up sucking off the bartender and most of the patrons as well. It was quite a day!

What I like most, however, is when Derek brings a few of his young stud friends around for me to devour over and over again. I have the most glorious orgasms while sucking their delectable black dicks. I may seek counseling someday for this oral addiction of mine, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon.

—V.K., Cleveland, Ohio