The Connoisseur

For some people, it’s wine. For others, it's music. Some even develop an epicurian interest in cheese. For me, it's turned out to be human sperm. Hi, my name's Nancy, I'm twenty-two years old and married to Brian. As yet, we have no children and, speaking personally, I'm in no rush. Oh, I get as broody as most when new mums proudly display their newborns, but it's a short lived sensation. As soon as they take them home, all my maternal cravings evaporate; leaving me free to pursue other interests such as wine, music, cheese, but most of all of course, men's sperm.

It all started with Brian. Well, it had to really since he was the first and only boy friend I'd ever had. We met at the Regent School of Dancing when he was seventeen and I was sixteen. Since we were both there with the prime motive of coming into close physical contact with members of the opposite sex in a socially acceptable manner, we sort of hit it off straight away. He had to take me in hold for a waltz but he was so nervously clumsy about it we ended up in an Argentinian Tango clinch. The tutor had to prise us apart but by the time she'd succeeded, we'd both fallen in love with eachother's bodies. I particularly loved the way he kept squeezing my hand in time with the music and the way he pulled me tight against him every time we needed to turn if we were to avoid colliding with the studio wall. Brian seemed to aim us towards those walls quite a lot and at one point had me pinned up against one of them, crushed between him and the blue painted plaster. He said "sorry" for the umpteenth time in a voice more redolent of sexual excitement than remorse. I made a joke of it by saying, "Oh dear, if this is going to be a regular occurrence, you'd better marry me or people will talk!"

Well that was it really. From that moment on, we were a boyfriend and girlfriend destined to marry. He was a printing apprentice and on leaving school, I became a library assistant. Neither of us had much money and we agreed to save what money we had for a deposit on a house or flat. Actually, by that time, we were so into eachother we have settled for any accommodation with a roof on top and a bed inside since our union had not yet been consummated; (i.e. he hadn’t fucked me). Therefore, we weren’t going out much but once my family recognised that we were serious about eachother, they left us alone in the back room to make our own entertainment whilst they hogged the television. Quite early on, I noticed Brian looking a little uncomfortably after our sessions of heavy petting and when I pressed him about this, he went all red in the face as he admitted that he'd been ejaculating in his underpants as a direct result of the affect my feminine charms were having on him. My immediate reaction was, "Oh God, let me see!" After a short hesitation, he unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans and exposed the diminishing bulge in his navy blue briefs, surmounted by a glistening damp patch. A damp patch that attracted my attention like a magnate attracts iron filings. I felt draw to it. I just had to reach out and touch it. That diminishing bulge stopped diminishing the moment I did so. I gave it a little squeeze and it started to get bigger and firmer. That was it for me, I had to see it all. I pulled down Brian's pants to release his fast stiffening penis. This was the first time I'd seen it and to my delight, I saw that he'd been circumcised. I know its a subjective thing but I think a cock looks better without foreskin. I loved Brian's pink cock immediately. It gave me a funny feeling in my tummy to know that I was responsible for him getting another hard on even after shooting his load as his hands had clumsily fumbled with the contents of my bra. (My tits can be a mass of bruises after one of Brian's more intense maulings although I quite enjoy the pain at the time). As I stared wide eyed at his nodding cock, I thought I should say something encouraging to him. After a quick rummage in my head for the right words, I said, "oh darling, your cock's.......lovely.......amazing....... magnificent! May I touch it?" In a breathy whisper, he replied, "please." So I did. I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and was amazed at its firmness, its serpent-like head and the shiny elasticity of its outer skin that seemed to stick to my fingers when I moved my hand.

I suddenly realised at this point that I was developing a wet patch of my own in my knickers. My virginal vagina was lusting after Brian's mighty phallus. It felt empty and in desparate need of filling but the absence of contraception was a problem. Knowing that I'd be able to enjoy my own private self-induced orgasm after he'd gone freed me up to intimately explore Brian's manhood. I cupped and stroked his balls, pulled his plonker, I squeezed its moist head. The moistness adhered to the palm of my hand in a single silver strand. So, this was sperm, the essence of a man, the wonder-stuff that creates new life in a girl's womb. I brought my hand to my face so that I might get a closer look at this miracle. It formed a tiny streak on my palm. I sniffed at it but didn’t smell anything definite. I licked it away and tasted a hint of something indescribable because there wasn't enough of it on which to form a opinion on what it actually did taste like. I needed more, but how to get it, aye, there’s the rub, as Shakespeare would put it. Rubbing Brian's cock was certainly an option, but l could see a more direct way of getting a taste of his cum and so I went for it.

Kneeling down before him, I kissed the moist tip of his penis and then licked my lips clean. Yes, again that taste was there but again, only the merest hint of it. More was required. Having watched my share of porn, I knew what to do to get it. I sucked Brian's engorged cock into my mouth, continuing to suck and lick his manly meat as my lips slid up and down the length of him. Hm! Slightly salty, a little musky but not unpleasantly so. He seemed to fill my entire mouth and it thrilled me to imagine this mass filling and stretching my wet and hungry cunt. All I could hear as I worked on him was my own sucking sounds but then I heard Brian gasp. His whole body seemed to go into some sort of spasm as my mouth filled with a new and exotic flavour. Well, I say filled, once his cock was out of my mouth, there wasn't all that much in there, but there was enough. It was a bit like warm, runny, savoury jelly; tasting a bit salty, a little bit metalic but mainly of raw mushroom. I moved and spread it around in my mouth with my tongue to ensure I got all the flavour before swallowing. Then something unexpected happened. It momentarily burned my throat as it went down. Wow! This was really potent stuff and I loved it. I immediately wanted more, but Brian hadn't got any for the time being so that was that!

Later, as I lay in bed quietly masturbating to memories of my Brian's lovely cock, I got to thinking that every post pubescent male is loaded with lovely sperm and most of them get a real kick out of unloading it into or onto any female willing to receive it. I should therefore be possible for me to get a drink of cum more or less anytime I like. I mean, as long as I don’t let my sperm doner fuck me, it won’t really be cheating will it! Not really!