Bike Week Daytona Beach. Up to this point, I've had the fres..

Bike Week Daytona Beach. Up to this point, I've had the freshly harvested sperm from four different dudes letting their swimmers do laps inside me. Bike Week is like a turbo boost for turning me into a walking jizz tank. This is funny…the mental image of a "jizz balloon" turns my pussy into a slip-and-slide. I've got an insatiable curiosity for the creamy stuff—like an addict, the more I get, the more I crave! With that said… it's harder than one would think to get guys to let me remove the cum from their balls. I think I scare them because they realize I am more committed to getting the cum out of their balls than they are. Anyway, I have one story you might find interesting.

Connor is back from Ft. Carson, Colorado. He looks different. Older, I guess. When I was fucking him, he was 18 and living across the street with his grandparents, who still hate me to this day for doing so. I guess the thought of their grandson willingly pumping his cum in my guts was not the family dinner conversation they were hoping for. And I can tell you, he willingly pumped gallons of cum in all of my holes. Anyway, by the time he left for the Army, he was 22, I guess. So, I let him breed me for quite some time. He's 26 now. We spent all day Monday together. He's changed quite a bit. I've concluded he's perfect for one purpose: knocking me up if that was possible. That's it! Nothing else. He's like a stud horse with balls that hold gallons of jizz ready to blow. If it wasn't for that…I think I'd be bored with him. We have zero in common other than I like his cock pumping cum in my guts. His dick is relatively small, but his balls…they seem to hold gallons of cum. That certainly hasn't changed. I found that out when I tried to drink his load Monday afternoon. I knew he pumped a ton of cum, but I figured maybe he might have slowed down. He didn't. I tried to keep up and swallow the pumps, but they were like extended-release pumps. They just kept flowing. I ended up coughing when I accidentally tried to breathe his cum. That caused the rest of his load to shoot all over my face, hair, and shirt. It was so much I had to go home and change. Don't get me wrong here… I'm not complaining. I wanted to fuck him the second he got me back to my house, but he wanted to wait. So…we waited. We drove around and hit Bass Pro and a few other places. When I couldn't take it anymore, I called Scott and told him to find another place to stay tonight. I had a date I was bringing home. He was mad but knew it was unwise to give me an ultimatum or make me choose. It won't go his way. I never asked him where he went, nor did I care. The important thing is I had Connor's cock in my guts the rest of the night, and Tuesday morning was a repeat of his dick turning my insides into a sperm soup. Did I cum? Yes, I did. 3 or 4 times. How could I not when I had his cum blowing out of all of my holes. None of my orgasms were on the level that Jake, Shane, or Rob can give me, but any orgasm is a good orgasm. Connor is pretty much just my favorite sperm donor. He can pump so much cum it's hard to believe a man's testicles can hold that much. Connor is the only man who can pump enough cum down my throat that I feel my stomach get somewhat full. I wish I had a transparent view so I could see how much jizz is swimming around in my belly after one of his cum eruptions. I know… I'm a weird one, and I'm just getting more bizarre with age, but it's fun to be odd. Especially if the weirdness is all about sex. And I'm all about the sex. So, once again, between Monday and Tuesday morning, I spent my time getting transformed into a sexy fucking sperm balloon! I wish they would make an AI version of that scenario…a hot chick willingly turned into a cum sponge. Or they could just video Connor blowing out my holes with his nut eruptions.