Honestly, I have to tell you about something that’s been happening to me—it’s been going on for months, every single day.
Honestly, I have to tell you about something that’s been happening to me—it’s been going on for months, every single day.
On my way to work, I always take a shortcut through a small wooded area. Usually, you run into the same people using that path. One day, I spotted a stranger hanging around, acting very suspiciously.
He was standing behind a tree—there aren’t many of them there—and at first, I assumed he was just taking a leak; I’ve seen that before when a guy’s really desperate. But this was something else entirely.
I realized he was jerking off, and he looked around the side of the tree right at me. I stood there for a while—purely out of curiosity. I noticed he had a pretty big cock, which immediately caught my eye.
I hurried along so I wouldn’t be late for work. All day long, I couldn’t stop thinking about that guy and his massive cock—I even found myself wondering, “With a cock that big, he must be able to shoot a huge amount of sperm.” I was snapped back to reality when a colleague called out to me. She looks at me and says, “I’d already called you three times.” I quickly apologize and get back to work.
On my way home, I take that shortcut through the little patch of woods again, and I can’t help but check if that guy is standing behind that tree, tugging on his big cock. There’s no one there, and I figure it was just a coincidence that he happened to be there earlier. I know that men sometimes feel the urge to jerk off and ejaculate at the most random moments—wherever they happen to be—and that must have been the case with that guy this morning.
I hurry home and slam the front door shut behind me. I can’t stop thinking about that man in the woods, and I feel my pussy starting to throb. I punish myself by fucking my pussy with a dildo until I reach a wonderful orgasm. And there I lie, all alone on the bed, with a piece of rubber I’ve just used to “rape” myself.
Well, you know, I do have men over from time to time—men I let fuck me—but none of them have a cock as big as the one that guy in the woods had.
The alarm clock screams, waking me from a dream in which a huge cock had been chasing me all night long. And just as it was about to fuck my pussy hard—that damn alarm went off! Wash up, have some breakfast, and head back to work. I find myself at the edge of the shortcut that runs through the woods. I could expect him behind any tree, and at the same time, I find myself hoping that the guy with the big cock is hiding behind that tree again. I’m halfway through, and as I round a bend in the path, the tree comes into view. I walk faster, my heart pounding with excitement. I’m almost at the tree, and sure enough—there he is. …that guy, tugging away at his big cock again.
I’m more than fed up with just daydreaming; I need to find a way through the bushes and undergrowth. I’m standing a short distance away, and he looks right at me, continuing to pull on his big cock as if what he’s doing is the most normal thing in the world. The whole scene unfolding before my eyes turns me on so much that, before I can even stop myself—and fully aware of what I’m doing—I have his big cock in my hand and am jerking it off. We lock eyes; our gazes speak volumes, saying a thousand things without a single word being uttered.
I can tell from his reaction and his movements that he’s about to cum. I quickly glance around in every direction to make sure no one is watching. I pull even harder on his big cock, and like a fire hose, he shoots a powerful stream of semen straight into the bushes. I keep stroking for a moment longer, noticing that my hand is now covered in his semen. I hold his gaze, then lick my hand clean. I turn back one last time, say “see you tomorrow,” and hurry off to work.
Every single day, he’s there waiting for me with his big cock, until the moment I jerk him off and let him empty his balls. The semen tastes better every time; I’d love nothing more than to take that big cock deep into my throat and suck it.
I’ve even had a dream where he fucks me deep in my throat—and just as he’s about to blast that huge load of semen—the kind he usually sprays into the bushes—straight down my throat, that damn alarm clock goes off, ruining the pleasure of having his semen in my throat.
Wash up, grab a bite, and hurry off to that tree—the spot that gives me such a rush of excitement every single morning. …because out in the open, I jerk off a big cock until he’s allowed to ejaculate his delicious semen all over me.
I’m almost at my tree, where he’s already waiting for me to give his big cock another handjob, when a man approaches me and says, “You could jerk off or suck my cock sometime, too.” I look at him, laughing, and say, “Not today, though.” I walk on quickly, but then I notice he’s already jerking off his own big cock. I immediately take over, and once again, I let him spray a substantial load of semen into the bushes. I jerked him off so intensely that I ended up with more of his semen on my own hand and licked and swallowed everything, looking up at him as I did so, opening my mouth wide and saying, “I’d love to have that inside me sometime.” He hands me a slip of paper; I unfold it and see that he’s written his mobile number on it. I quickly tuck it into my handbag, turn back, and say, “See you tomorrow.”
At the office where I work, I hear during my lunch break that the small patch of woods—which many people use as a shortcut—is going to be cleared to make way for apartment buildings. *Shit,* I immediately think; that’s going to completely ruin the “handiwork” I’ve been performing with such dedication every single morning.
I take the note out of my handbag, unfold it, and stare at the mobile number he gave me. It’s too soon to make use of it, so I tuck it away again.
On my way home, the man who spoke to me this morning—suggesting I could jerk him off or suck his cock—is waiting by the tree, a spot I’ve come to know so well it’s practically my second home.
He beckons me over and pulls his hard cock out of his trousers. I can feel how hot and rigid it is; without a word, I drop to my knees in the leaves, grab his cock, and begin to suck it. He presses my head deep down over his shaft, holding it firmly in place, and fucks my throat as if it were a pussy.
I feel his hard cock pushing deeper and deeper into my throat, so I pull back. Gagging, I throw up my lunch, but immediately lunge back onto his cock. This time, he forces it, driving his hard member all the way down my throat until it’s buried up to his balls. I can clearly feel him shooting his load of semen straight into my throat, and he keeps thrusting for a while longer. I rub and suck the remaining traces off his cock. Standing up, I brush the debris from the leaves off my knees, look him straight in the eyes, and say, “Give me your phone number.”
With the taste of semen still in my mouth and his number secured, I head home quickly. I slam the front door shut behind me and jump straight into the shower.
I need to think things over and figure out what to do once that little patch of woods is cleared. I want to keep seeing these guys—I think I just need that rush I get when they ejaculate.
Many years ago, when I was still a girl, I would often hear my mother shouting loudly at my dad—or at some other man who had come to visit her—“Empty your cock! I want that semen—go on, shoot it, you dirty bastard!” Shortly after, the house would go quiet, and I’d hear the front door click shut. In the evenings, I’d hear my mother shouting again: “I want your semen!” My dad had a big cock, just like the guy by my tree—the same guy whose large cock I’ve been jerking off every single day for the past two months. I don’t know if there’s a connection, but I suspect there is.
I want that semen too—ideally right down my throat, just the way my mother liked it.
I’ve learned that the small grove of trees is going to be cut down, so I use my phone to snap a few more pictures of my favourite tree—the one where it all began—to capture all those amazing memories. The guy—the one I’ve jerked off a number of times—is standing behind me again. He says, “You’ll call me once the tree is cut down, right?” I look at him, smile, and reply, “Don’t worry—I need to jerk off a big cock just as much as you need it.” I feel his hand on my buttocks; he gives them a squeeze, then continues down the path. He turns back one last time and makes a clear ‘call me’ gesture with his hand. I definitely want to see these guys again—if only to jerk off those wonderfully large cocks and make them ejaculate. I need to come up with a plan to see them more often. I’m not just into jerking off a big cock; I’m especially fond of sucking one. It’s been a long time since I’ve had my throat coated by swallowing a load of semen. When it comes to sucking a big cock, I’m starting to become more and more like my mother. My mother was, quite simply, a born-and-bred cock-sucker—nothing more, nothing less.
At first, I considered buying a small caravan. I spent days mulling over various plans before hitting on a simple, obvious solution: just do it at home. My mother used to suck every cock she could get her hands on—right in the kitchen, in the hallway, anywhere, really. Her insatiable throat was always ready to take a big cock deep inside. I often caught her in the act, sucking some stranger’s large cock. I’d stand around the corner, watching her devour it—driven purely by her own intense lust.
So, I’ve made my choice: sucking big cocks at home is a far better option than hiding behind a tree, which is where this whole thing started.
For now, there are two guys I jerk off—and whom I’ll definitely be sucking, too—but I should keep an eye out for more candidates with big cocks. They can definitely be absolute whoppers—the kind I’d love to treat my mouth to. Just the thought of it makes me incredibly horny, and I’m calling right away. …my “cock-jerker.”
He picks up, recognizes my voice immediately, and says, “About time you called—my balls are about to explode!” I burst out laughing, and we make plans for this evening. After hanging up, for no apparent reason, I felt my labia start to quiver with excitement. *Strange,* I thought—he’s never even fucked me, yet my pussy is already reacting?
The doorbell rings; I hurry down the hallway and fling the front door open like a mare in heat. We stare at each other for a moment before he asks, “Should I just stand here, or am I allowed to come inside?” I let out a peal of laughter—the kind of giddy, childlike giggle a girl might make the first time she feels a vibrating toy against her clit. I grab his long coat, pull him inside, and slam the door shut. *My God, I am so horny,* I think to myself. We walk into the kitchen, and his long coat drops to the floor. He’s already got his big cock out of his trousers; it’s standing tall, practically grinning at me. In my mind, I can hear his cock calling out, “Suck me, you slut.” I drop to my knees on the kitchen floor, open my mouth wide, and take his hard cock between my lips.
I begin a deep, delicious blowjob—the kind I haven’t had in a very long time. As I tug gently at his heavy balls, I can clearly feel the ridge of his mushroom-shaped glans inside my mouth. I take him deeper and deeper, until he suddenly grips my head with both hands and begins to thrust into my throat. I relax and surrender completely to his large cock, which is fucking my throat at a delightful pace.
In a flashback, I see my mother’s throat being penetrated quite deeply by some large cock; she lets herself be used, eager for the load of semen she craves so intensely. I see myself peeking around the corner of the door, and now, for the first time, I notice that I have my hand inside my panties, masturbating my pussy. I had simply forgotten that memory.
My hand darts between my legs, and I begin to masturbate my aroused clitoris at a rapid pace, while simultaneously letting my throat be fucked deeply by a man whose large cock I first started jerking off long ago—behind a tree, on my way to work. He fucks my throat faster and faster, and with a roar, he ejaculates, shooting his load of semen straight into my throat. I revel in the sensation as I feel an orgasm on the verge of erupting from my body. I pull his large cock from my throat and collapse onto the kitchen floor; my body jerks and convulses as I force out an intense orgasm. I linger in the afterglow, watching as the man plays with his large cock, already nearly ready for more.
He lifts me up from the kitchen floor, carries me into the living room, and tosses me onto the sofa. Without saying a word, he strips off my panties, T-shirt, bra, and skirt. Stark naked on the sofa, I feel like prey for his large, hard cock. He turns me over, tugs at my hardened nipples, and pulls me over the edge of the sofa. He takes off his trousers and drops to his knees.
With a forceful motion, I feel his large, hard cock being pressed deep into my pussy; I nearly swoon the moment I feel it inside me. He begins to fuck me, driving into me with long, deep strokes.
*My God, this feels amazing,* I think to myself. It must have been well over a year since I last had a cock inside me. I surrender completely, lying on the couch with my legs spread wide, ready to be used. I pull my labia apart and masturbate, rapidly stimulating my clitoris, which feels like it’s about to burst.
I look at him and whisper, “Fuck me faster and deeper.” He pushes my legs further apart, thrusts his large cock even deeper inside, and significantly picks up the pace. Driven by pure, intense horniness, I feel another orgasm building, and I masturbate even more fervently than before. I can tell he’s on the verge of filling me with his delicious semen. With an intense, deep roar—and while being fucked with incredible force—I feel his warm seed being pumped into my pussy. I keep masturbating my clitoris, teetering on the edge of my own climax.
Writhing on the couch, I finally let my orgasm take over, gasping for air—it’s that intense. He pulls me toward the edge of the couch and taps a few times on my clitoris, which has become extremely sensitive. I let him do as he pleases as he rubs the mushroom-shaped head of his cock against my wet labia.
Exhausted, we sit side by side without saying a single word. I turn toward him and whisper into his ear. That was wonderful; I’ll call you much more often from now on.
He looks at me and, to my complete surprise, says, “I knew you needed it more than anything, which is why I was standing behind that tree.”
By the way, his name is Hendry and I have been together for over two years now. He has absolutely no issue with me helping other guys get rid of their semen—in fact, he encourages me to keep doing it. We often organize “sperm-draining” evenings together, which always end in a big group fuck.
Thanks to Hendry, I’ve discovered that there’s nothing better than an open relationship.
MAXX
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