Cum Addict [An erotic story by Deiter Pennmann] Karie was a secretary for Price-Waterhouse in Chicago, Illinois. By all appearances she was a quiet Midwestern girl who worked hard. She was a good worker during the day, but at night she became a royal terror in her flat near Watertower Place in the Loop. Some of her friends did coke, others smoked grass. She had a physical craving for cum; semen; jizz. She first tasted the magic, white, warm, sticky elixir during her senior year in high-school. She was blowing Mick, captain of the football team, in the back of his Nova. She had all of his tender prick in her mouth when he yelled "Oh baby!" and sprayed her down the throat with his juice. She loved the tingly, salty flavor and the almost bleach-like smell of his cum. She swallowed it and felt calm and relaxed and no longer felt like she needed an orgasm. Mick fingered her through the fly in her jeans. She enjoyed her orgasm, but wanted more of Mick's semen. Again she whipped his slightly flaccid penis from his pants and went down on him again. It took a while for him to sexually recycle and become capable of ejaculation, but she persisted for a full half hour. She savored the little bit of 17-year-old's spoo that she was able to coax from him. She swallowed and sat back and relaxed. Mick tucked his saliva-shriveled wiener away and sat looking in disbelief at the best non-penetration fuck of his life. Ever since then, she lapsed into bad moods, withdrawal essentially, when she could not get cum. Now it was evening. She was sitting in a bean-bag chair in front of the five o'clock news. She ignored the story on the five-person murder at Cabrini Green and harked back to her days as a freshman in college. During the academic year she got plenty of semen to keep her calm. When she couldn't woo a jock or a campus Don Juan into her room for a quick suck, she would coax a nerdy geek into donating some of his fluids. She had once actually asked a really gullible guy into masturbating into a Dixie cup for a biology lab experiment she was supposedly doing. She took the cup in hand, thanked the guy whose right hand was shaking a little from fatigue, then dashed to the ladies' room where she downed the little bit of white liquid in a quick gulp. She also recalled being home on her first spring break, wishing she had had the money for Daytona Beach and all the cum she could take, and virtually raping her brother's fifteen year-old friend. She got him in the house one day when she was home alone and pressed him into a corner. She was in his pants before he could say "no". She mouthed his entire four inches (soon to grow much larger she had thought at the time) and slurped down his young semen. Now she was alone and badly in need of a hit of jizzum. She could always go over to Myron Rosenthal's and blow him. She hated that though because Myron was a forty year-old geek who, except for her mouth, had never fucked anything except his right hand and, once, a ripe cantaloupe. Myron was also very large, a freak of hormones. His twelve full inches always choked her when he got overexcited and pounded deep into her throat. She lusted for a young, poor artisan's semen tonight. She had discovered that certain types of men had different types of cum (this was purely psychological, though she didn't realize it). Karie got out the phone book and called up an art gallery. She pretended that she was a wealthy woman in need of some art for a dinner party. A young sounding man said he would be over in a few minutes. In half and hour, Kyle appeared at her doorstep, a catalogue of art in his hand. She invited him in and quickly seduced him. She allowed him to strip her and fuck her, but before he could cum she made him withdraw. She immediately went down on him and ground madly against the sensitive tip and underside of his tool. She savored his bountiful pre-cum drips. Kyle grabbed his inner thighs as his genitals spewed semen into Karie's mouth. She swished his juice around in her mouth for a few seconds, noting the bouquet of his thick fluids, then swallowed slowly. Kyle was turned on and dove for her pussy and began lapping at her clit. She had an orgasm, then put her finger in Kyle's navel and got him harder. She performed fellatio on him again and swallowed when his second shot burst from the glistening tip of his cock. Kyle told her he had to leave. She bid him good-bye and then went to bed, totally satisfied. Karie went to work the next day and performed her duties all day like a good girl. But when she returned home, she felt like her head would explode. She needed another hit of cum. Like a heroine junky needs more and more shit to hold off the shakes, she needed more cum to lessen her anxiety. Her pathology was increasing. She telephoned Domino's for a pizza and for dick. Twenty-three minutes later, a Chinese man came to the door, pizza in hand. "You'll have to do," she said. She offered him twenty bucks to let her give him a blow job. He gladly accepted in broken English. Xiao set her pizza down, then dropped his pants. He revealed a small, limp, uncircumcised dinker that was mildly repulsive to Karie. He sat on a kitchen chair as she worked to get him hard. She tried every trick she knew, but Xiao couldn't get it up. He dripped a little fluid- Karie thought it was urine -but his cock would not rise. She refused to pay him and he went away sad. Karie paced for a while, still craving cock. She ate the pizza, but her appetite was not satisfied. Soon, a knock came to the door. Another pizza delivery man stood there. "My name's Chris. The Chinese guy gave me your address. I just got off work. Can I come in?" Karie let in the tall, Italian-looking boy. She judged him at eighteen years. He knew what she wanted. He stripped quickly for her. She supposed she'd give him a thrill too, so she undressed for him. On the living room sofa, she gently massaged his enlarging prick. When he was all of his six inches, she took him in her mouth and stimulated him as fast as she could. Despite his gripes that she was going too fast, she persisted. She looked up at his smooth, mustached face and saw him close his eyes and open his mouth. His abdominal muscles flexed, then her mouth filled with warm, sticky semen. She suckled him for all she could. Chris stayed the night. An hour after he first ejaculated, he told her he thought he could get it up again and blast her. She let him oscillate away at her pussy with his wide Neapolitan prick. He sucked her breasts at various times, then reinserted and thrust away again. She was sorry to see him fire a wad into her pussy. She would have to extract it later. Before his orgasm had completely subsided, she was sucking his cock again, pulling residual cum from it. Chris fell asleep on the floor soon after. While he napped, Karie went to the kitchen and, using a baster, sucked his cum from her pussy. She placed the baster in her mouth and sprayed his jizzum onto her tongue. She felt a rush of pleasure, then a calm. Chris got up around one in the morning. Karie was hovering over him. She grabbed his dick and began masturbating him. Chris was smiling and laughing as he bounced his ass a little to aid in her stroking. He soon had another orgasm. Karie watched his semen ooze down the tip of his dick. She quickly licked it up. Chris ate out Karie over a period of 50 minutes at which time she again started to blow-job him. He thought, "This chick is really wild. She won't stop fucking!" This final time, he had an orgasm but no jizz shot from him. He was dry! She managed only to draw a little prostate fluid from his tool but she nearly sucked the tip off it in the process. Karie slept, and Chris was gone in the morning. She noticed pubic hairs in the shower, so she figured he had showered before he left. She didn't care. As time passed, Karie realized she had a problem. She stopped herself from seducing junior-high school boys. She realized she was so desperate that child molestation was almost within the do-able range for her. Before she scarred some kid for life, she decided she needed help. Her last hit came from a young lawyer she met at work. His name was Jeff. He wore wire-frame glasses and had a thick head of brown hair. He had blue eyes that made Karie's pussy sweat. He also had a seven inch rod that Karie would milk for all it could provide. She brought him home after dinner one night. They made small talk on the sofa for a while, then he suddenly kissed her. She responded. Quickly, they became naked and were in her bed. She was on top of him, his cock buried in her pussy. Her whole body got into the motion. Her hair swayed back and forth above his face as the gentle swish-swish of locked genitals broke the silence. She had an orgasm and collapsed on him. He pulled his entire length from her, then rolled her over on top of him and entered her cunt from behind. He gyrated his hips gently, sending her into post-orgasmic ecstasy. From overhead, an onlooker would see her dewy vagina spread gracefully by a wide, thick, engorged penis. An onlooker would see the tuft of hair on his scrotum come up to meet her triangular bush, then slowly draw out, revealing a blue-veined, rippled cock shimmering with a slime of pussy juice and pre-cum. Jeff thrust deep and then pulled out and let his dick rest on her vaginal opening. She stroked it once with her fingers and completed the sensations he needed. He scrotum drew tighter and closer to his body, obscuring the definite outline of his balls, then a pulse went up his dick, clearly visible from the underside. A thick, gleaming wad of semen shot from the hole in his glans and jetted up to her stomach. He pulsed again and a second shot sprayed into her navel. Karie took up his wads with her fingers and licked it away, swallowing. Then she rolled off him and sucked the drippings from his penis. She almost caused him pain. Jeff, a virile man, got hard again and punched deep into her missionary style. He thrust strongly and brought himself to ejaculation again in less than a minute. Then he began eating her out. After she came, he raised his face and showed her his chin, covered with his cum. She kissed it away. He took some time to get hard again. He spit between her tits, somewhat to her shock and disgust, then he raised himself and began sliding his meat between her breasts. His titty-fuck lasted about ten minutes. Karie opened her mouth and received his jizz. The two slept after this last sexual event. Jeff ate breakfast and left in the morning. Karie found herself in a therapist's office a week later explaining her problem. He offered her a cure. She would have a visitor this night. A man would come over and cure her. At eight o'clock, a thirty-ish, handsome black man appeared at her doorstep. She welcomed him in and got down to business. He took his erect snake from his pants and allowed her to blow him. Just as he was about to come, he pulled out of her mouth and jizzed up onto his stomach. What she saw horrified her. His come was white, but strewn with bloody and green pus. "I'm just getting over an infection, honey. I'm not contagious. Eat me more!" Karie was so repulsed that she ran to the toilet to vomit. When she returned to the living room, the black man was gone, but his cum now lay on the glass-topped coffee table. She cleaned it up reluctantly. Never again did Karie crave cum in the way of an addict. The End D.P.