Betty Bukkake

He was whispering to her what a cock-sucking slut she was and then told her he was going to cum all over her face and make her walk out of there with cum dripping off her face. She moaned at this, but I couldn't tell if it was because the idea turned her on or frightened her. We all knew he was getting close. He gripped the base of his cock in one hand and her hair in the other and suddenly stopped breathing. He pulled her head off his throbbing, red cock but nothing happened. His other hand was gripping it very tightly and I think he was holding back the sperm. (Could someone tell me if this is right?)

Then suddenly I realized he was looking right at me! He must have tipped his head back when he started orgasming and by the time I noticed he was kind of snorting, trying to not laugh out loud. I started to drop down and hide but he looked back down and started squirting sperm all over her face. The entire exchange could not have taken more than a second and I guess it was because he did not seem to care that I was watching, and because I was so caught up in what they were doing, but I didn't run away. I stayed right there and I watched in disgusted, titillated fascination as he pulled her face way back and started pumping sperm in long jets.

I have wondered since if he did not tip her head back just for my benefit, so I could see better.

Either way, it meant I had a perfect view of her upturned face when he released his grip on his cock and let loose jet after jet of thick white sperm on her sweet face. She started giggling because there was so much. It was in her hair, pooled in one of her closed eyes, and streaked across her cheek. There was a huge yellowy clot hanging off her nose, and a gooey strand stretched between her open lips. It was such a totally disgusting, repulsive mess.

I don't think I can describe how utterly shocked I was. I had never even imagined that people would do such things. But I was fascinated, too. Looking back, I think I was quite aroused, though I did not realize it at the time.

He squeezed the last little clot out into the corner of her other eye and asked "Do you like that? Do you like being my dirty little sperm girl?" and she said she did. But then I realized that he was looking at me, not her, whispering something like, " Are you my little cum-slut? Would you like to eat it?" She started begging him to eat his cum, but he was looking at me the whole time. I really wanted to run away then and even tried to but I couldn't. It was like I was part of their scene now and he was asking me those questions. And even though she was begging him like he wanted, he kept asking me, "is that what you want? To eat up all this slimy, white cum?" and things like that until I finally nodded "yes"!

Afterward I could not believe I had actually done that. I think that is what I found most humiliating about the entire thing. But I couldn't help myself. He kept asking as if he knew that I did and at that moment I guess I really did want to be…. Oh I don't know. I don't think I actually wanted his sperm in my mouth. I guess I sort of wanted to be where she was with sperm all over my face. And yet I know if I had had the chance I would not have really done it.

But it was only after he had made me admit that I wanted it that he looked back down at his girlfriend and started talking to her again. I guess he knew that she would not open her eyes because she had sperm in both of them. He asked her if she was a proud little sperm-girl and she said she was. Then he asked her if she wanted to show other people what a dirty little sperm-girl she was and she got this terrified look on her face. He teased her, asking didn't she want the nice ladies in the store to see her covered in cum and he rattled the door a little and she started to panic? He looked up and winked at me with this huge grin. Then he calmed her and told her that she had better eat it all up then and started scooping it up and feeding it to her.

That REALLY disgusted me. Deep down I guess I knew that part of the earlier stuff had been turning me on, but watching her lick cold sperm of his fingers just made my stomach heave. At the time. Since then I have fantasized about it so much that it the idea turns me on. It still totally disgusts me, but it turns me on too. That's kind of sick, isn't it?

When he had gotten most of the sperm off her face he finally let go of her hair and then stripped off his T-shirt which he turned inside out and gave to her to wipe off the rest. As she brought her hands up to clean herself I realized that she had been wearing handcuffs the entire time. The last image I have of them was her hand cuffed wrists trying to get all that sticky mess off her face but with a big white squirt of sperm caught in her hair.

It suddenly occurred to me that I certainly did not want to run into them after. So should I hide in here until they were gone or get out first. In a panic I decided to run. I put my blouse on in such a panic that I buttoned it wrong, like in the wrong buttonhole, and only half tucked it in so I must have looked quite a site when I went bolting out of that store. I went straight home still in a bit of a panic.

I don't know. Maybe you people do that sort of thing all the time. But it was weirdest, most exciting, most disgusting thing I had ever seen. But I think it is important that it happened when it did in my life. To show you how deeply that experience effected me, I should really tell you about the dream I had that night. But I really have to go now so I'll try to write tomorrow. Hope this is what you wanted, Jeremy

Betty

From: betty b
Date: Thu Dec 28, 2000 11:10 am
Subject: My dream

So I have decided I am going to do it. I am going to not give the super for my building a cheque before the first this month and see if he will force me to put out for him. I am quite nervous, partly because of actually going through with my fantasies but more, just because I am afraid of getting in trouble. I know he can't throw us out because of the Landlord and Tenant Act, but I hate people getting mad at me. Anyway, wish me luck.

I want to finish telling you about that day last summer in the clothing store because I think the dream I had that night actually effected me more than what I had seen.

When I got home that morning after seeing that couple in the change-room I could not get it out of my mind. The whole bizarre scene kept playing through my head. I tried a shower, a drink, television, but nothing could get it out of my mind. It took me forever to fall asleep that night and then I woke up in the middle of the night shouting something. I had been having a dream sort of like what I had seen and I am pretty sure I had an orgasm in my sleep. If I did, it was my first ever. I have had them since, but nothing like what I remember that night. I think it was an orgasm but just really intense just because I did it in my sleep.

In the dream, it was me that was on my knees, but it wasn't the change room it was in a stall in a public washroom. It was totally filthy and there was broken glass all over the floor and I was chained on my knees with my hands handcuffed behind the rusty pipes behind the toilet so my knees were all bleeding from the glass. The toilet was totally, disgustingly filthy and there was no seat and it had not been flushed. A guy - not the same guy from that morning but someone else I know - was forcing me to suck his cock and when he came it was huge. Like a garden hose full of sperm blasting me in the face, covering me, choking me until I was drowning in it. But I was LOVING it. I was being treated like a dirty whore and I loved it and I think I was saying "Thank-you" over and over. There was more but it was so sick I can't write it.

Then I woke up with my heart pounding and the sheets soaked under my butt. I felt between my legs and in nineteen years of marriage I am sure I had never been that wet.

I felt awful. So guilty and dirty. I think I had been trying to pretend that I'd been completely disgusted by what I had seen in that change-room. But after that dream I could not pretend that I had not found it arousing, too. And not just from watching it. The dream had been so intense and I had been so excited in it that I suddenly could not deny what I had really been feeling in that change room. And as I lay there for hours in the aftermath of that dream, I kept trying to get back there, back into that horrible filthy toilet, back to having my head forced on and off the guy's cock. I had never thought such things in my life but somehow, after that dream, I didn't want it to go away. I kept telling myself that it was sick and disgusting but I could not stop thinking about it. You will probably think this is stupid, but I think that was the first time in my life that I was really turned on.

So I masturbated. Honestly, I have never done that before in my life and I felt totally pathetic a grown woman lying there alone rubbing myself like a loser, but it seemed as if it would help. It didn't. It just made me more turned on but I couldn't cum. So I started imagining the dream again, and then I made it even nastier. I can't tell you what I was thinking but believe me, it was really sick. And I actually made myself cum which I thought I couldn't. I thought I would be able to sleep then, because my husband always did after he came. But my mind was still wide awake and full of sick images. This is embarrassing, but I actually masturbated for the rest of the night. My pussy hurt at the end but I kept doing it.

The next day at work, I was totally disgusted by my fantasies of the night before. Having that dream was bad enough, but thinking the things I had been after I woke up was just sick. But then I would start thinking about what I had seen the day before again and soon I was all wet. I had not realized it then, but I know now that the guilt and shame I feel at having these fantasies turns me on as much as the fantasies do.

Anyway, I was still very upset the next day. It felt as if my life was completely shattered. I mean, I had already felt as if my life was in ruins from my husband leaving me. But now I felt sort of broken. You kind of think you know who you are, what you believe in, what you want out of life. And what you DO NOT want. And suddenly I had learned something about myself that I had never known was there. And something that would have disgusted me if I HAD known. It felt as if I had been lying to myself all my life. Which made me start wondering if there was anything else I was not admitting to myself. It really was an unpleasant feeling to suddenly start questioning EVERYthing.

And beyond that there was the weird feeling that even the rest of the world was no longer the same. Had I been living in a dream world all my life when in fact in change-rooms all over the worlds handcuffed girls were enjoying being covered in sperm and then forced to eat it?

My sleep has been messed up ever since then. I go to bed earlier but I can never get to sleep because of all the sick fantasies I have. Sometimes I try masturbating, but it always takes me a really long time to cum and it takes a really sick fantasy so I feel like I am falling into a deeper and deeper hole. And often I can't cum which just leaves me completely awake and frustrated and humiliated that I can't even get that right. If I don't masturbate then I am awake anyway. And the problem is that I like it. I have tried to stop it but it is like I am addicted.

After a month or two it was getting harder to find fantasies that would turn me on enough to cum. So that is when I started looking on the Internet. Everybody knows that you can find porno on the Internet but I had never actually looked. It isn't hard, is it! My God, I had no idea you could see all that! I was completely disgusted. At the porn and at myself for looking at it, but I kept looking. And when I couldn't find good free stuff I actually joined a site called "Cum On Her Face". My son was back in school by then and I would spend my entire days off in front of the computer watching girls getting "Facials" and drinking sperm out of glasses and stuff. And when he spends nights at his fathers I stay up to all hours looking at porno. Even if I have to work in the morning Its an addiction. It is so sick. And the thing is I hate myself for doing it, but I can't stop. I have printed out a whole bunch of cum stories and I read them in bed at night.

I can't even tell you what I did next. It is so sick I can't even admit it to people I will never meet.

But thanks for listening. Its really hard for me to admit all these thing, but I do feel better for having told someone.

Wish me luck with the super

Betty

From: Buster Grimes
Date: Thu Dec 28, 2000 6:50 pm
Subject: unsubscribe

From: Buster Grimes
Date: Thu Dec 28, 2000 6:51 pm
Subject: unsubscribe

From: Buster Grimes
Date: Thu Dec 28, 2000 6:57 pm
Subject: unsubscribe me unsubscribe

From: Buster Grimes
Date: Thu Dec 28, 2000 7:06 pm
Subject: unsubscribe dont send me any more sick crapppp

do not write me any more sickening letters!!!I do not want to hear from you nor do I know you !!!!stop or I will take further actions against you and your group

From: betty b
Date: Fri Dec 29, 2000 10:02 am
Subject: Re: [cum_on] unsubscribe dont send me any more sick crapppp

On Thu, 28 December 2000, Milton Grimes wrote:

> --- Buster Grimes wrote: > do not write me any more sickening letters!!!I do not > want to hear from you nor do I know you !!!!stop or I > will take further actions against you and your group

Oh my goodness, I am so sorry that I was offending you. From other things I had read on the group and the letters I received after my first post I had thought that my silly ramblings were on topic. And I had thought that anyone who subscribed to this group would be understanding of the sorts of things I was writing about. I know the stuff I was writing was sick but I can't help seeing what I did or having the sick thoughts that I do. And getting all that stuff off my chest really helped me deal with some of those issues. But the last thing I would want is to offend anyone. I promise I won't write again if it is upsetting people

And again, I am very, VERY sorry

Betty

From: ". ."
Date: Wed Jan 3, 2001 8:49 am
Subject:
Subject: Betty, please keep writing

Betty

Do not let one fool get to you. Your letters are completely on topic and I have really been enjoying your touching confessions. Grimes is obviously a moron and so has no justification for criticizing you. There are 130 members in this group and he is the only one who claims membership against his will. It is not easy to become a member. First he had to register with egroups then agree to adult content and finally to select Cum_on after reading the quite specific description. He says he wants out but fails to read the unsubscribe notice on every e-mail. I even personally wrote to him explaining the procedure and yet I see that he is still a member. You can not be held responsible for his stupidity and ineptitude. He is beneath contempt.

Please, please write some more. I am dying to find out how your plan with your super goes. If that nasty old Busty Grim has anything to say about it ignore it and I will gladly flame him most eloquently.

Thanks for the great description of your experience last August. I thought it was quite brilliant. Better than I could have hoped for. You did such a good job of describing it that I could almost smell that girl's spermy breath.

Tell us more

Jeremy

From: betty b
Date: Thu Jan 4, 2001 12:56 pm
Subject: Re: [cum_on] Betty, please keep writing

Thanks for writing, Jeremy. I am glad my account of that day last August was what you wanted.

I still don't know if I will write any more stuff that people might find offensive, but nobody could find what I have to write today offensive.

My plan with the super didn't work at all. He stopped me in the hallway and asked me for the cheque and I got really nervous. I really was not mentally prepared for it and I got all tongue-tied. I managed to get out that I would be a couple of days late with the rent but instead of using it to blackmail me into ... well, I don't want to say it in case that guy is reading this, but you know, instead of demanding that, he just got mad and said that it was not acceptable and he got me so upset that I ended up promising to get a cheque to him yesterday. When I went there I had some vague idea about going on my knees and begging forgiveness but I thought he would just think I was nuts. Anyway, his wife answered the door so I just gave her the check and left.

I feel like such a loser! I don't know exactly what I thought would happen but I realized even as it was happening that I had been pretty stupid to think he would just do exactly what I had been fantasizing about. So now I feel like total idiot and now that he is mad at me it would be even harder to do something next month.