20 years ago I met my now ex-husband. He was 10 years older than me and suffered from a condition known as hyperspermia. I don't know the full extent of what that was but I know it caused him to have to ejaculate daily, usually a few times and there was always so much of it. To try and illustrate what I mean, I learned after the first time that there was no way I could swallow it all and unless I was prepared to clean up a mess in bed, or my clothes, it was almost better to strip down in the shower and do it there so I could just clean up right away. It was seriously like a supersoaker went off in my mouth and his seed was really thick. We met randomly at the store. I was in my cheerleading uniform after practice and stopped in to get a bottle of water. He was sexy as hell and started flirting with me. I was immediately smitten and I could feel it start to get very warm... down there. I made it a point to go back every day after practice and several times would run into him until one day he asked me if I wanted a ride home. I said yes, eager to spend some more time with this hot, older guy. When we pulled into the garage of a house I didn't recognize and the garage door closed behind us I was nervous, but in that way that turns you on, you know? He looked at me and said "Well, I didn't say your home."

Part of me knew kind of what he was hoping for and I was nervous about it but mainly because I never had done anything with anyone. We went into his house and down into his basement which was set up like a recreational room, with a bar, big screen TV, sofa, recliner, etc. I was leaning with my back against the bar the first time he kissed me. I could feel his cock growing in his pants, the stiffness of his jeans pushing against the mound of my lollies. One of his hands was on my waist and nearly covered half my stomach, that's how tiny I was compared to him. He put my hand on his pants and I rubbed him through his jeans. He told me to take it out and I did, finding it was slimey to the touch with precum dripping from the tip. Without thinking about it I stroked him, saying "It's sticky". He told me "then you're doing it right." As I stroke him I was kind of subtly rubbing his tip against my mound and then he started to groan and told me to keep going. The tip was pushing ever so slightly between my lips and against my clit through my lollies and then he kissed me hard and I, for the first time, felt the hot, sticky spray of his ejaculate against my mound, my lollies getting drenched with semen. It was so unexpected and felt so good I audibly gave a high pitched moan.

When I got home my parents called me in for dinner. I didn't even get to change out of my uniform so I sat there with my family, at the dinner table, with a man spunk covering the front of my lollies, which my parents would have been able to see if my skirt came up at all.

And that was just the start...

- E