Message-ID: <25015asstr$962932221@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: CreampieEater@excite.com (Creampie Eater) X-Original-Message-ID: <8F693D929XCreampieYes@24.93.35.40> User-Agent: Xnews/03.04.11 X-Creampie: Yes NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2000 04:48:38 CDT Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Illness" (MF M+/F wife reluc?) by Creampie Eater Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 21:10:22 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, apuleius Stop! If you have a Palm Pilot, why not go to my web site and download the special PalmDoc version of this story? Look in the Files/CreampieErotica/PalmDocs area for this story. You'll be able to read this sexy story on the bus, in a meeting, on the plane, and no one the wiser! Then, I beg you to send me comments so I know if it works! DISCLAIMER: This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector. NOTES: Visit my *FREE* Excite Club, "CreampieEaters's Creampage". It is highly interactive, meaning you can instantly send me comments (anonymously if you want). All my stories are posted there, and more. The URL is: http://clubs.excite.com/Creampie As always, comments can be sent the old-fashioned way to CreampieEater@excite.com. I adore comments, good and bad, but rarely receive them. Why not send comments today to the authors you read on ASS and ASSM, including me? Creampie Illness ---------------- "Mr. Johnson," the Doctor said, "have you been feeling quite well?" "Yes, I think so..." Sam Johnson replied. He was quite agitated, and had been since Doctor William Scott called. There was a problem with his annual physical. He needed to come in. It was all very worrying. "No tiredness?" Dr. Scott asked. "Well, maybe a little," Sam allowed. "Difficulty getting up in the morning?" the Doctor continued. "I guess... I've been working hard," Sam answered. Doctor Scott gave a little frown, and scribbled on his Palm Pilot. "Numbness?" "No!" "Loss of feeling in your hand or other extremities?" "No!" Sam Johnson was worried, and fed up with these questions that seemed to indicate a serious problem. "Doctor, is something wrong with me?" Doctor Scott looked up at him, and frowned again. "I guess I'll be putting a check in the 'irritable' box," he said. He clicked a few more things, then took off his glasses to look at Sam. "Mr. Johnson, do you know what Garrick's Syndrome is?" "No... is that what I have?" The thought of having a syndrome, especially one he'd never heard, was even more frightening. "Mr. Johnson, your bloodwork came back with a flag. We ran the tests again with a different sample, with the same result. It appears you have early onset of Garrick's Syndrome." Sam slumped. Now that he thought about it, he was tired a lot. And he had been having trouble with his erection. He had thought it was the stress of his job, but this explained it. "Jeeze Doc, is it serious?" he asked. "It can get very bad," the doctor said, pulling no punches. "It needs to be treated quickly." "How is it treated?" Sam Johnson asked. He had two kids. He didn't want them to grow up without a father. And what would poor Elizabeth do without him? He needed to get treatment before this Syndrome took him out. "Mr. Johnson," Doctor Scott said, "Garrick's Syndrome is caused by a lack of certain enzymes needed by your blood system. The lack of these enzymes causes a decrease in vitality and the body's ability to cope is likewise diminished. The treatment is to re-introduce these enzymes." "So I just take a pill? That's excellent!" Sam felt great relief, until he saw Doctor Scott shaking his head. "Unfortunately, the enzymes are stable for only a short while, after which they dissolve and become inert." "So how do I get them?" Sam asked. He was afraid of the answer. "They are produced in the greatest quantity during coital release," Doctor Scott said. "Say again?" Sam said. Coital release? He knew what coitus was, but.... "Mr. Johnson, they are created in the largest amounts by the combination of semen and vaginal secretions." "They are made when we screw?" Sam asked, amazed. "Yes, the complex proteins are released when a man's and a woman's fluids interact," Dr. Scott said. He was a professional trained to discuss such sensitive matters. "And then what?" Sam asked, horrified. He knew the answer, but no. No. "I am sure you will need to become adjusted to the idea, but I am recommending that you eat the fluids as soon after completion as you can and in as big a dosage as possible." "Fuck!" Sam cursed. "Exactly," the Doctor replied. Sam thought about this, and was sickened. Was living worth this? Of course, it was. He had two kids and a devoted wife. He could do this thing if it saved his life. "Let me get this straight. I, uh, screw my wife and, um, leave my sperm inside to mix with her juices. Then I eat it out of her?" He felt woozy. "Yes, Mr. Johnson, that is correct. And I should emphasize that the value of the mixture decreases with time. It is important that you consume as much of it as quickly as possible." "And that will cure me?" he said, still unwilling to believe it. "There is a good chance, but..." "But what, Doc?" he asked. "Sometimes the production of sperm is insufficient, and a secondary source is required for full restorative value." Sam waded through the two-dollar words and came to the ten-cent meaning. "Are you saying I might need to let other men fuck my wife and then eat his sperm from her too?!" Dr. Scott put his glasses back on, and peered closely at his patient. Sam knew the Doc hadn't liked his tone. "Mr. Johnson, I am concerned with your well-being. I am telling you what you may need to consider if your health continues to decline." He stopped to let his words sink in. "Yes, allowing another man to provide semen for the reaction to occur inside your wife is one option. Another is to consume the mixture from another couple altogether." Sam sank back, disgusted. The thought of asking his beautiful 'Tetty' to fuck other men so that he could live... it was too much. So was the idea of gobbling the mixture from another couple. That would hurt Tetty too. He just hoped his own production would suffice for Tetty's sake. "I need to talk to my wife." "Mr. Johnson," Dr. Scott said, peering over his glasses, "I took the liberty to have my receptionist call your wife. She is on the way. Why don't you return to the waiting area, and when she arrives I can have a word with her?" "Thanks Doctor," Sam said. He opened the door, feeling weary. He thought that his Garrick's Syndrome must be getting worse. When the hall door closed, the door to the adjoining room opened, and Elizabeth Johnson's head poked through. "Come on in Tetty," Doctor Scott said. "You were terrific, Bill," she said. "I think he believed the whole thing." "Yeah, the look on his face was priceless," Bill Scott smiled. If all went according to plans, he would get to see the look on Sam's face as Sam ate his cum from Tetty's sweet pussy. "You agreed..." he stuttered, "if I would lie to him and convince him..." "Relax," Tetty said. She kept her deals, even if it meant betraying her husband into eating cum from her. She came up, and unbuttoned Bill's lab coat. Dropping to her knees, she began to undo his fly. "We have a couple minutes before I need to 'show up', right?" She didn't wait for the answer, but wrapped her lips around his shaft. "Take all the time you need," Dr. Scott smiled. He thought about nice ol' Sam, who would no doubt be fretting about telling his sweet bride he needed to start eating cum from her. He'd never believe that she was gargling with his doctor's cum. The level of deceit here was delicious. "Don't you know that doctors always keep their patients waiting?" *** Sam was proud of his wife. When Dr. Scott had explained the situation, she had sat silently. Tetty dropped her head once, closed her eyes, and wiped away a tear. Then when she raised her head again, her eyes were filled with a fiery resolve. She seemed to glow with determination when she declared that she was willing to do this if it meant saving her husband's life. She looked at Sam and said that although she was sure Sam would produce enough, um, material for, uh, full restorative value, she would do whatever it took to make him well. Whatever it took. "The proscribed method of treatment is to produce and consume the enzyme twice per day," Dr. Scott said. "Do you work, Mrs. Johnson? No? Then I suggest you have intercourse before bed and the immediately after waking, with consumption happening right away after each production. I also suggest you do not eat after dinner. That will allow your system to absorb the enzyme most rapidly." Sam looked at Tetty, who nodded. "We understand." He took her hand and squeezed it. He loved her. He hoped she knew that even though this shocking thing must happen. Dr. Scott removed his glasses. "Mr. Johnson, I also suggest that you begin a lower calorie diet." He looked at his Palm Pilot. "You are 10 kilograms over the upper limit for your age and stature, so you can stand to lose weight. But, more importantly, a reduced calorie diet will make your system absorb the enzyme and other nutrients more rapidly." He saw Sam frown, and he was tickled. Tetty had complained to him that Sam was getting pudgy, and it was a good opportunity to make Tetty a little happier. He wanted her more in his debt, especially after experiencing her oral talents. "I'll try doc," Sam replied. "Finally, I understand you have children?" the doctor asked. Both Sam and Tetty nodded. "Is there anyone who can watch them this weekend so that you two could go away?" Tetty looked at Sam. "My mother could take them," she suggested. "Mom always wants the kids to spend the weekend and they love being spoiled there." Sam wasn't ready to have his kids spoiled by his mother-in-law. Not without a good reason. "Why Doc?" he asked. "The literature suggests that a mega-dose of the enzyme early in the treatment regime would have the best effect. If your mother could watch the children, then I would recommend hourly consumption for as long a period as possible over the weekend." Tetty tried to hide her excitement. Bill was really playing this up. She owed him, big time. She thought about how nasty and sloppy Sam's face would be after swallowing cum all weekend. Her panties were so wet! But she had to play the shocked wife. "Are you actually suggesting we do it every hour?!" she said. Sam squeezed his wife's hand. The poor dear was about to get a raw crotch for his sake. "Mrs. Johnson, I understand how shocking this all is," Dr. Scott said soothingly. "But I know you want to assist in your husband's... Sam's.... recovery." Tetty was contrite. "You're right, Doc," she said. She turned to look at Sam, and the tears swimming in her eyes moved him. "I'm sorry, honey," she said. "I want you well; I couldn't bear to lose you!" Sam kissed her, his love for her skyrocketing off the charts. "I love you too honey," he said. "Honey... I think my mother and dad would be willing to take the kids early," she quavered. "Its summer, they have no school, and you have loads of vacation," she pointed out. Sam was surprised at her, and loved her all the more for her willingness to give her all for his recuperation. Bill Scott was appalled. He'd never seen such a duplicitous bitch. She was playing her sappy husband like a piano, and he was striking all the right notes. He'd have to be careful to not cross her. "Mr. Johnson, I can only point out that the earlier your treatment begins, the better the chance for full recovery." *** The kids were packed and driven the two hours drive to Nana's and Pappa's before dinner. Tetty, ever the trooper, had driven home. She had let him be strong in front of the kids, but was concerned about his vitality on the way home. Of course, that also let her stop at an adult video store so that Sam could go get a couple movies to keep him in the mood. Sam hadn't seen any adult movies since they married, out of respect for her feelings. He again marveled at how much she was giving to help him beat this damnable Garrick's Syndrome. "Well, I suppose we ought to get it over with," she said when they got home. In truth, she couldn't wait to have Sam's tongue snaking inside her cum-filled cunt. "I suppose," Sam allowed. Tetty trooped off to shower, and he considered popping in one of the videos. He decided he didn't need the help, at least this first time. Better to save the help for when he really needed it, and besides, he didn't want to subject Tetty to it more than necessary. Tetty called to him from the bedroom. He went in, to find the place lit by a dozen candles. She had stopped for some things at the grocers on the way home. Apparently, the candles were part of her purchase. So too was the package of razors laying next to her and the feminine aftershave cream. "What's all this?" he said, picking up the package. "I thought that you could shave me. Make it more sterile-like," she said. Sterile, hell. Her mind was filled with images of cocks pounding so sloppily into a shaved bimbo's pussy. Mmmmm, so visible. Sexy. "You'd let me do that?" he wondered. She was too good. It would make eating her easier, he thought. No gagging on stray hairs, for one thing. "I'd do it for you," she smiled. "Now, go get a bowl of warm water and lots of towels..." Twenty minutes later, she was bald. Sam had thought it great fun, and he had been extremely careful with her most tender of flesh. Her pussy was beautiful, he saw, even after giving birth to two kids. And he saw that she was seeping vaginal fluids. Despite being a prude, he thought, she found being shaven at least a little sexy. Maybe she'd keep it that way, even after he recovered. "OK honey," she said, "do it." Touching her pussy for so long had made Sam very erect (for a change). He laid on top of her, and entered her a little quickly. She felt marvelous inside, all hot and wet. Gripping his cock with her internals. Sam tried not to think about it too much, how great she felt. He had recently begun having troubles with premature ejaculation as well, hurrying to cum whenever he had an erection. So he thought about something else, and his mind latched onto the fact that he would be eating his ejaculate as soon as he came. That was a particularly effective thought, since it removed most of his sexual desire. 'Eat my semen,' he thought, and he began to deflate. "What's wrong honey?" Tetty asked while knowing damn well what was the problem. Sam didn't answer, too embarrassed. "What are you thinking?" she asked. "I... I... I'm thinking about having to eat the, um, enzyme," he said. He was about to slip out, nearly totally limp. "Honey... It's OK," she lied. She was seething inside. Sam was a terrible lover. If he could get it up or if he would eat her pussy, she wouldn't have resorted to tricking him. And she was so close to her nasty goal! "Just think about us being together so much." "I'm sorry," he said. His limp dick slipped out, too short when flaccid to remain inside. "Sam, darling, look at my pussy. I've shaven it, for you." She saw Sam looking at it. Saw his face, and the hint of desire. She felt herself wetten more at the thought that he might actually want to eat her bald pussy. Her porn-star's pussy. Her hooker's pussy. Yes, she was getting wetter. "Will it be so bad to lick me?" she asked. Wetter still. "It's not that," he insisted. He looked at her pussy, seeing her lips reddening. Ohmygod, she was a sexy woman. And she was doing this for him. "I just feel so bad for you," he said. "Honey," she smiled. "Look at my pussy! Does it look like it doesn't want this?" She saw Sam's face show understanding. At last. "I won't lie and tell you that having sex with you won't be fun for me. I love you and I could spend all day in bed with you." (And a dozen other guys, she didn't add) "The other stuff we'll endure as we have to. But please, just fuck me now." Sam's cock twitched and grew when his inhibited wife said 'fuck' so easily. She wanted a fucking. Mmmmmm, she was so sexy and she was his. He pushed the beginning of his erection into her. "Is this what you want?" he asked. "Oh yeah, honey, please fuck me," she was surprised that he had found the dirty talk sexy. Well, she loved talking dirty. "Push that cock into me..." Sam grew perceptibly inside her, watching her react to him. She was really enjoying this. Amazing! In less than a minute, he was fully erect and sliding in and out at a rate they both enjoyed. It was even better to fuck her with her pussy bald, he thought, feeling her wet skin slapping against him. Tetty was moaning softly, finally getting a good fuck from her husband. Although she was used to good fucking from their friends, it was much nicer to have the man she loved giving her a good fucking for a change. Sam would never be as good a fucker as his best friend Tom Boswell; he didn't have Bozzie's big dick. But it was so much more satisfying emotionally. "SHhhhhh!" Sam smiled. She looked at him, startled. His index finger was at his lips. "Listen," he said. She did, and heard the sounds of their sex. His deep full strokes into her juicy hole was making sloppy sounds. She could hear his balls whapping her wetly as he drove it home. "Ohhhhhhh..." she said. She loved it. Wished it would last, but knew that an even bigger thrill was in store for her. She wanted him to cum. To cum and then put his mouth on her pussy and lick it until she screamed. To that end, she began to milk his cock with her muscles, urging his orgasm. Surprisingly, he didn't cum right away. He had always been one to orgasm easily, even before his recent bout with premature ejaculation. But now he was exhibiting frustrating cocksmanship. Her throbbing pussy felt wonderful, and her obvious enjoyment added to his pleasure. But he held on, in part due to his reluctance to do the one thing she wanted: eat his cum from her. He kept pounding into her, until she came. For the first time in five years, he gave her an orgasm from his dick. Watching her back arch and her eyes roll and her nails clawing the bed sheets and her pussy clamping onto him was the push he needed to release. It was the rarest of moments for them: simultaneous orgasms. Sam pushed in deeply, enjoying the full penetration. He didn't realize at the time that by shooting into the deepest recesses of her vagina he was extending the period required to clean her cunt of his semen. Or that he was ensuring it would be the strongest possible flavor. It felt good to feel her cum on his cock. He collapsed onto her, worn out by the effort. The laid together, sweaty and breathing heavily. He began to doze. "Sam!" Tetty said, poking him in the ribs. "Sam! You must eat it now while it is fresh!" "Hmmph?" he said. He was in the throws of the 'post orgasmic blues', wanting only the pleasure of falling asleep after orgasm. "C'mon," she urged. "Do it or it will be wasted." Frugal Sam Johnson stirred at that. He hated to waste anything. And the sudden thought that he might consume his cum but not get its value wakened him fully. He got up on his hands above her, his cock although shrunken still plugging her. "How should I do it?" he asked. "How should I know?" she said. Inside she knew how she was going to do it after this. She'd call the Doctor's office and ask him, and he'd tell Sam that she needed to sit on his face and drain for 'full restorative value'. What a crock. She just wanted to sit on his face and command him to eat his own goo from her. "OK," Sam said, taking it seriously, "just spread your legs and I'll.... I'll... " he stopped, fearing to say the words. He was grossed out, and didn't want to gross out his wife. "You'll take your medicine?" she suggested. 'Oh yeah, take that medicine!' she thought. "Right," he agreed, happy that she had suggested an appropriate euphemism. She spread his legs, and he uncorked her. He saw already the first hints of his creamy ejaculate. Wrinkling his face and fighting nausea, he slid down and began to lick at her with workmanlike precision. For her it was a glorious occasion. She reveled in every delicious moment, from the way his face screwed up with obvious distaste to the tentative first licks. She had made him do this, made him lick her oozing, gaping hole. Of all the ways she could have made him do it, tricking him like this was the most satisfying. He thought she was a victim of his illness, not a mean bitch who blackmailed him or otherwise forced him to do it. Because she was a victim, he would try to make it as pleasurable as he could. He was already circling her clit, trying to make her enjoy it. God, it was an exciting time for her. And in the months ahead, it would only get better. "I think you'll have to go deeper, honey," she said, trying hard to sound apologetic. Like a tame, well-trained dog, he did just as she suggested. He pushed his tongue in until his lips touched her. She thought about how much cum must be bathing his tongue, and she came. She caught herself and him completely off guard. Her orgasm was caused by the mental fuck she was getting, not his oral stimulation. Her orgasm just sprang out, fully formed, and not like her others. She normally began slowly in her orgasm and it spread. This one just hit her, Wham!, and she spasmed. She gasped as her entire lower body seemed to clench and throb. Sam was taken aback. Out of the blue she had cum, gripping his deeply penetrating tongue like a vise. At the same time, her spasm had squeezed out a big mouthful of their juices. With his mouth like it was, the juices had nowhere to go but in and his mouth was filled with the 'enzymatic medicine', and was held there by her pussy muscles. He couldn't swallow them right away, so he got too good a taste of their lovemaking as they filled every cranny of his mouth. With her release, he was able to swallow the slime, but he had to go back and start sucking at her hole; more was oozing out with each throb. Tetty laid there, breathing hard, and enjoying the afterglow. Her nipples now ached from how hard her sudden orgasm made them. Her lower half was filled with endorphins released by her orgasm, and her brain was giddy. That orgasm was better than she ever imagined it would be. And still her Sam was licking her leaking pussy. It was awesome. "Ohhhh, honey..." she moaned. He looked over her pelvic bone at her, his mouth attached to her. "I guess you came," he stated. When he spoke, she saw his shiny chin and cheeks. He had sticky goo in his mustache! "Are you mad?" she said innocently. He didn't say anything, which she knew was a bad sign. "I never dreamed it would be pleasurable," she lied, sounding totally shocked by her own reaction. "It just feels so good after such a nice fucking," she said, this time completely honest. Sam was torn in two directions. On the one hand, his face was in her sopping pussy, cleaning it like a janitor. On the other, he was pleased with his own skills as a fuckmeister and cunnilinguist. Maybe it wasn't her fault she came. Maybe he was just that damn talented. Maybe there was a bright spot after all in this dose of extremely bitter medicine. "Its OK honey," he said soothingly. He looked at her pussy, bright pink but now looking clean. He must have eaten twice as much cum as he injected into her. It had to be enough, didn't it? Tetty seemed to read his mind. "Come up and lay next to me. We don't have that long before we need your next dosage." He slid up, purposely staying away. He didn't need to bring his nasty face close to hers. He might need to eat the mess, but he didn't need to inflict that on her. To his great surprise, Tetty cupped his face and pulled him close. "Honey, I love you and I want you to live. I know you need to do this. The least I can do is accept that you will be doing what you have to do." With that, she leaned in and kissed him. He felt overwhelmed with admiration and love for his devoted wife. She was really something, so willing to love him even when so dirty. Tetty felt herself flood with juices as she tasted herself and him. It was a fantastically powerful flavor, like a condensed musk. She trembled, feeling she had to restrain her urges for appearance's sake. She wanted to lick his face clean of the drying fluids, but dared not. Maybe soon enough, she would. After a minute of kissing, he pulled back. She seized on the opportunity to suggest he call the Doctor and ask how to best 'take his medicine'. Sam called Dr. Scott, and learned that the best method was for him to lay on his back while she was above him. That way, gravity would speed up the draining, and make the mixture as powerful as possible. He also learned that he should continue cleaning her for at least five minutes after all visible traces of semen were removed. Dejected, he laid next to Tetty, explaining the information which she had known he'd receive. She comforted him, and kissed him again, rebuilding their passion. When she reached for his sex, he was again erect. Coyly, she suggested that since he was now such a great stud, he'd better "hop on" quickly if they hoped to keep the schedule. To her delight, this time it took him nearly forty-five minutes to fill her pussy with cum. They hadn't fucked twice in a night in too long a time. She didn't think it was since before their first child. His prolonged endurance surprised her therefore, especially since she herself was increasingly orgasmic with each cum. She came three times in his second fuck. She saw his look of pleasure at her orgasms; he loved making her cum. When he came, he groaned with the intensity of his release. She could actually feel his dick swelling to allow the escape of the semen, and the subsequent hot splashes inside her canal. Each fucking made her more sensitive inside, apparently. Her mind switched to a future gangbang; how sensitive and orgasmic would she be then?! Her horny thoughts led to her mashing her sloppy cunt on Sam's face and grinding against his face with her clit and lips. Her orgasmic ejection of cream filling nearly choked him. And yet he kept licking her until she "ran clear" and five minutes after that. She almost came again. Sam noticed her increasing orgasms as well. They seemed to be in inverse proportion to the frequency of his own. He had never felt so virile. His wife of fifteen years was cumming like crazy, and he was the reason. He was more in love with her than ever. The waited longer for their next medicinal encounter. They talked about a lot of things, much to Tetty's enjoyment. She treasured the moments they could share their lives, and with Sam's brush with mortality, he was suddenly willing to open up. They cuddled, chatting, laughing, talking. "Honey," she said while circling his chest hair with a finger, "can I bring something up?" "I don't think we have much to hide from each other anymore," he chuckled. "OK..." she paused to let him know she was serious. "I want to do something right now and I don't want you to get mad or anything OK?" "Sure..." "No really. I want to do it, and I don't want you to get judgmental. I want you to try to be open to it, OK? I've wanted to try this for a long time." "Honey, I love you," he said. When she said nothing else, he said, "I promise". He was mildly afraid of what it was. To his amazement, his darling prudish wife slid her mouth down his body and put his pussy-flavored cock in her mouth. He was shocked, but not because he didn't want it. He had always assumed she hated the idea, but there she was eagerly licking and sucking his cock. She easily kept pace with his burgeoning size, continuing to take all of him in. It never occurred to him to wonder where'd she'd learned to do that. The truth is that she was well known amongst his male friends and acquaintances as a cock-sucking slut. She loved the taste and texture of a hard dick in her mouth. She loved everything about it and had developed an extra deep throat rumored to be able to swallow a horse. Her favorite act was to be held by the hair as the cock was jammed in and out. She loved being face-fucked. Of course, poor Sam was clueless. When he was about to burst, she pushed him onto his back and mounted him. She was able to grind her pussy on his pubes, her clit bumping with little jolts of electricity. She threw herself onto his chest wracked with orgasms twice more. When Sam deposited his next load in her, she spun into a 69. Sam never quite got completely limp, now enjoying a terrific blowjob and tolerating the creampie eating. She he was hard enough to penetrate her open hole, she rolled onto her back and urged him to fuck her. Sam was amazed at how uninhibited she was, especially when she licked his face clean from cum. It was like being groomed by a cat. But he kept getting harder and harder until his dick felt completely deadened. He had very little feeling in his extra-firm cock. He fucked his wife until his back was about to die. Then she had him roll onto his back and she fucked him. Her orgasms were coming quickly and she was greedy for more. Finally, she stopped, exhausted, and pulled off his red penis. They kissed for a long time, and he eventually deflated. He returned to a full erection during slow and tender lovemaking. When he came, he cleaned her tenderly, lovingly, slowly, deeply as she smiled sweetly at her cum-eating husband. They fell asleep in each other's arms. The next day was the same, only more so. His back hurt quite a lot, unused to the exercise. They switched roles more often, tumbling over and over happily in bed. Sam never felt more alive or satisfied as he did then. His premature ejaculation problem was gone, and he was longer lasting too. He was more used to the pleasures of being in her, and his sense of pressure was less. To Tetty's immense satisfaction, he had finally achieved a mature sexual ability. To her even greater joy, he was now readily gobbling his seed down. He didn't show any revulsion and he appeared eager to push his tongue into her just-fucked hole. More telling, he was moaning as he pushed his face against her still-smooth pussy. He no longer seemed to be afflicted with the post orgasmic blues. The ultimate for them both was at dinner time the fourth day, their last day in the child-free fuckfest they'd enjoyed. He'd surprised her while she made dinner, pushing her over the counter and entering her from behind. She was caught totally by surprise, and began moaning very loudly as he plunged into her now-well. This in turn led him to fuck her ferociously, pistoning in and out and crushing into the counter. When he came, he dropped to his knees, then pressed his face into her crotch. His moans reached her ears even though he was pushing so hard he was supporting her weight. He was actively seeking his cum, burrowing his tongue deeply into her. The knowledge that her husband was now enjoying eating her cum-filled cunt thrilled Tetty, and she came almost immediately. She gasped when Sam stood and spun her around, pulling her face to his for a kiss as he re- entered her. He was already hard again! Tetty's juices actually dripped to the slate floor during the rousing fucking Sam gave her. She was getting the fucking she'd always wanted from her husband. And he was kissing her hard with his sperm-tasting mouth and would refill his mouth soon again. Her eyes rolled back in her sockets as she came again and again. They were both disappointed when the next day they could only do it morning and night. In the morning Sam felt pressured to get back to the office after his unexpected absence, but that night they fucked like bunnies. Sam's first load was immense and he spent a long time cleaning her thoroughly even though he didn't actually ever get completely limp. Grinding her pussy on his face, Tetty felt her pussy drain into his mouth, even while his tongue was circling between her shaven lips searching for goo. Sam no longer regarded his medicine as a bitter pill to swallow. He had thought of their sexual juices as disgusting, almost like a sweaty remainder of their lovemaking. Now, though, he thought of them as a reminder of their lovemaking. His ability to please Tetty orally enhanced his self-image, and that in turn had enhanced his stamina in intercourse. He pride in her orgasms, and was more than pleased that she was cumming so much. He also had to admit that he liked more than just making her cum. He liked eating creampies. He like her surrounding his head with her thighs and crotch. He was filled at that time with the smell, touch, and odor of Tetty, with no escape as she "used" his face to cum. And he loved the taste of it as well. It was a thick and strongly flavored mixture, and he admitted to himself that he loved it. He loved eating creampies, and was glad he had been forced to try it. A week after his first doctor visit, he gave another sample of blood. Two days later, he and Tetty sat holding hands, waiting for the Doctor to give them an update. Per Tetty's instructions, the news that Dr. Scott delivered wasn't good. "I'm afraid that the medication is not working as well as I'd hoped," he told them. "The decline in your health has slowed, but you are still fast in the clutches of Garrick's Syndrome." "How can that be?" Sam asked worriedly. "Tetty and I have been following your regimen." "Mr. Johnson," Dr. Scott said sternly, "I warned you that it may be insufficient. It appears you may be turning the tide, but I am afraid that the prognosis is not much better than it was." Tetty squeezed Sam's hand. "Doctor, I want to thank you for helping us. I'm sure Sam is grateful," she said. She glared at Sam. "What do you suggest?" she asked. "I am afraid that right now the treatment should be more enzymatic production," Dr. Scott replied. Seeing Sam's baffled expression, he said, "I believe you must eat more, um, medicine from your wife than you have been thus far." "More?!" Sam exclaimed. "My nuts hurt from enzyme production!" Dr. Scott removed his glasses and fixed Sam with his best 'I'm gonna give it to you straight' look. "Mr. Johnson, if you hope to beat Garrick's Syndrome, I am afraid you will have to use an addition source of semen." Sam and Tetty sat in shocked silence. Of course, Tetty wasn't shocked to hear what had originally been her idea, but Sam was. He thought about his poor wife, giving her sexuality up for his good. Tetty decided to explore the options, to steer Sam to the conclusion she wanted. She didn't want to have Sam feel how excited she was to finally see her plan fully implemented. "Do you mean I should take a vaginal suppository from a sperm bank or something?" Bill Scott smiled, considering how cleverly she had phrased that. "No, Mrs. Johnson, the semen must be fresh to retain its benefits. I am suggesting that you receive an additional male vaginally, and that your husband consume the benefit from the fruits of the union." "You're kidding!" she said, mocking shock. "No I am not," Bill said. He noted her flawless performance. She'd make getting fucked seem like a chore, he thought. "Or, if you prefer, Mr. Johnson could consume the fruits from another couple." He saw Tetty frown then, and he chuckled after scoring a point on her. Serve the little slut right to let Sam play around without her. Tetty and Dr. Scott discussed it for a while, as Sam felt sick. It was one thing to lick his own cum from his own wife. It was another to eat another man's. Finally, Dr. Scott and Tetty decided that she and Sam needed to hash it out. "Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, you had a question of technique after our last visit," Dr. Scott said. He reached onto an examination table and picked up a video. "I've had this tape prepared from adult videos to illustrate what is considered the proper techniques." He went to a small TV/VCR in the corner and put the tape in. "I'll leave you two alone for a few minutes so that you can watch it. If you have questions, I can answer them for you." After the Dr. left, Sam turned his eyes to the video, almost afraid to watch. It seemed to be a "best of" movie. In the first part, a man and woman fucked for a minute, then she rolled on top. The man's eyes went wide as he grunted and gasped. The woman pulled off and planted her sperm- filled box on his face. He licked her clean, the camera showing tight closeups of the creampie on his tongue. The second scene was of a threesome. The first man ended up on the bottom, and after he came in her she went into a 69 position so that she could drain her sloppy pussy into his eager mouth. Then the second man entered her. You could see the first man's semen oozing out as she was fucked, and the second man pulled out and put his dick in the man's mouth! Cleaned, the second man waited for the first man to lick up the cum that squeezed out around her pussy, and then pushed into her again. He finally came and the first man cleaned his cock while semen began to ooze out of her. Sam and Tetty both squirmed. Sam was filled with apprehension and dread. He thought about poor Tetty enduring a fucking from another man. He thought about putting his lips on another man's cock, and eating his cum. Which was worse, he didn't know. Tetty squirmed because her panties had soaked in her excitement. Dr. Scott knocked and re-entered. He asked if there were questions, and Sam asked why the patient cleaned the dick before he came. Dr. Scott explained that the man's precum would mix with the juices of the woman, creating a mild but valuable form of the enzyme. It was useful to get as much of the enzyme as early after it was created as possible He suggested, to Tetty's furious glare, that research indicated that many enzyme consumers enjoyed a mild form of swinging called "same room sex." Sam and Tetty would have sex while another couple did so likewise. When the other couple came, Sam would be on hand to, um, benefit from the enzyme production. Sam would be able to consume the medication he and Tetty produced, of course. Dr. Scott admonished Sam and Tetty that they should take care to avoid unhealthy couples. The office would arrange for blood tests if they requested it. Dr. Scott advised them that they should look within their immediate circle of friends, because that would provide the most relaxed atmosphere. Finally, he ushered them out of the office, giving them the video so that they could be more comfortable with the techniques required. Creampie consumption that night was a chore for Sam, as he thought of eating another man's jism. Worse, Tetty insisted on watching the video over and over. Sam thought it was hot enough, but he gagged at the thought of cleaning a dick. A man just should not do some things, and this was one of them, he thought. Tetty, on the other hand, was highly aroused. She confided that she never thought something could be so sexy, and sure enough she came over and over. After Sam came in her (a long disheartening time later), she discussed their friends aloud as Sam tongued her clean. She talked about their merits (Hester and Henry Thrale were cute enough, and open minded enough; the Goldsmiths were a bit stodgy, and she thought he wouldn't even know how to fuck; the Popes talked too much, but Alexander looked like he could really let the cum fly) and Sam got steadily less enthusiastic as he felt Tetty getting increasingly wet. Finally, Elizabeth pushed his face away, complaining that she was exhausted from so many orgasms and that she needed a break. Sam was glad for it too. As he snuggled with her, he thought about what had happened in his life. How he could have sunk so low as to be facing the prospect of eating another man's cum. The thought that his poor wife would have to endure.... Poor wife? Samuel Johnson felt his wife reach down and gently squeeze his manhood. A light came on in his mind. 'Poor Tetty' was multiply orgasmic at the thought of having him eating another man's cum! It finally dawned on him that she didn't mind his tonguing cum, and in fact she loved it. A whole world opened for Sam, where he now thought of his wife as fully sexual. And with that opening came long dormant images from his youth, of group sex and other things he had sublimated to spare his wife. As a youth, he had gotten randy thinking about gangbangs. He'd watched one once at a campfire, watched the school slut 'pulling a train'. He'd watched as cum began to flow out of her, and now he remembered the horny sight and became anxious to see it again. In short, Samuel Johnson got into it. Tetty felt Sam's johnson begin to swell. "Mmmm, you getting excited again?" she asked, kissing his pussy flavored mouth. "I guess..." he temporized. "Wanna know what I am thinking?" he asked. "Oh yeah," she said, her heart beginning to go faster. Was her Sam about to tell her a fantasy? It was rare that he did, but when he did it was always hot. "Tell me," she urged. Sam reached down to rub the inside of her thighs. He needed to touch her, but wanted to avoid her pussy. Even so, he could feel the heat she was generating. Yes, what he thought of as his inhibited wife was being anything but. "I'm thinking of watching a couple fucking while we make love, and knowing that I'll be eating their enzymes," he said. "Say 'creampie'," Tetty said. She wanted to hear him say it. "'Creampie'?" he asked. "Where'd you hear that?" "I don't know," she said, truthfully. The fact is that she had wanted creampie eating for so long that she couldn't remember where she first heard of it. "But that's what they call it, a creampie. You can say enzymes at Bill's office, but call it a creampie with me. It sounds so... tasty," she said. "Oh, so you want me to say I like eating creampies?" he asked. She put her legs together, capturing his hand. She tried to wriggle his hand against her sex to no avail. "Yes, say it," she urged. "You want me to say I love putting my tongue in you and licking out the creampie?" Sam rolled her over on top of him, feeling her legs spread automatically to straddle him. "You want me to say I want to see you fucked by men so that I can that I can suck the creampie from you?" He felt her pussy sinking onto his cock, her insides an inferno. "Dammit," she cursed, "just say it!" She was frustrated at how close his hand was to her pussy, at how close he was to admitting his new found fetish, how close he was to voicing her biggest fantasy. "Tetty," he said tenderly. "I want to see you lay on your back, and I want to hold your ankles up as man after man fucks you. As man after man fills you with his cum. As man after man makes you orgasm." He reached up and pulled her down, his lips meeting hers. She was breathless, he noted. "And then, my darling Elizabeth, I want to you to sit on my face and drain all that creampie into my mouth, and let me tongue out all that juicy goo. Let me push my tongue inside your sloppy pussy." As he said it, said he wanted to chow down on her sloppy pussy, Tetty began to cum and cum hard. He began to cum too, and shot wad after hot wad into her. They both gasped with the strength of their orgasms. He was barely done squirting when Tetty rolled him over and got into a 69 with him. Her pussy was already oozing jism as it came down to his mouth. He felt her sucking on his cum-covered cock, as he spread her lips and tongued her hole. It flowed into his mouth, musky and hot. "Bill," he thought out of the blue. "She'd called Dr. Scott, 'Bill'." The notion stuck, even as his mouth clamped over her and he began to suck. The next night, they had the Thrales over for dinner. Their strategy was simple: Sam would explain the syndrome he had, and Tetty would explain the remedy. Then they would ask the Thrales to help. Sam, now a bit suspicious, was unsurprised when they didn't seem shocked. They appeared overly helpful, if anything. They didn't even discuss it, but agreed immediately They were eager to watch the "explanatory" video, and were plainly excited when it ended. They were happy and eager to, um, "help with Sam's treatment." After a brief discussion, the foursome decided to have Sam and Tetty "demonstrate" and then try the video technique afterwards. Sam was magnificent that night. Tetty enjoyed a long hard ride, as Sam fucked away at her. Her pussy was perfectly frothy after several orgasms, filled with slimy girl grease. Henry removed Hester's pants and panties, revealing a very hairy, matted pussy. He parted her fur, and began to stroke her pussy. Sam watched as they both licked his fingers clean, staring excitedly at he and Tetty. Finally, Sam came deep inside his wife, grunting with the release. They rolled over expertly, and Tetty climbed onto his mouth. This time she squatted a half-foot above, her pussy opening. Henry and Hester watched as a long gooey strand of cum dripping out and into Sam's mouth. Then she settled down to let him plumb her depths. She gripped his cock, and milked out the remaining cum. Hester came over and licked her fingers, both women smiling at the success of their shared plot. As Sam knew deep down, the whole evening had been planned long ago. Henry felt left out, so he removed his clothes and then pulled Hester away from Tetty. He fed Hester his cock as he watched Sam finish "taking his medicine." He didn't particularly like the idea of having Sam sucking his dick, but Hester promised to give him anal sex for the rest of the month if he behaved properly. He loved fucking Hester's firm butt, and was willing to let another guy slick his dick as long as he didn't have to reciprocate. Tetty lifted off Sam's mouth, close to another cum but wanting to get Sam going with Hester and Henry. "Honey," she said, nudging Sam, "its time." Sam nodded at her, excited but dreading what was coming next. "Hester, let Sam get you ready... get over him doggy style like in the video." Hester came over, getting on her hands and knees in a 69-like position. Henry came with her, and fed her his cock again. "OK, honey, get her ready to make you some medicine." Sam looked up at the mass of hair above him. He was surprised at how furry she was. Tetty wasn't hairy even before she had shaved. He could barely see Hester's lips through the matted hair. Steeling his nerves, he waded through until he found her exceedingly wet pussy. Then he lifted his head and tasted her. Hester let go of a low moan as he slid his tongue into her. She had a sweet taste, thinner than Tetty's. He wriggled his tongue in, feeling her hair tickling his cheeks, and explored her reaction to his various techniques. When he sucked her clit, she came so hard she actually squirted hot juice onto his forehead. With as much understatement as he could muster, he said, "I think Hester is ready." Henry pulled wetly from her mouth, and hunched a little to get his dick in position. "Hold on," Tetty called. Henry waited until she was kneeling next to him, watching with baited breath. Then, Henry slid his cock into Hester, who moaned loudly. Sam had the best view, and despite his reservations, he thought it was very erotic. Henry's veined cock slid not-too-slowly into her pinkness, hidden from view by her luxurious growth of hair. When he pulled out, he was coated with her moisture. Sam also caught a whiff of her pungent internal scent, which aroused him even more. After a few minutes, Hester's crotch was sweaty and soaked with her juices, and Sam was intensely focused on the thought of eating her cum-filled pussy Tetty was almost as aroused, squirming with horniness. "Henry, I think Sam needs a little of your early mixture," she said. Henry looked at her, and winked. Tetty's fingers were flying all over her clit when Henry pulled out and let his cock fall into Sam's open mouth. She couldn't believe how easy it was, and how natural it seemed, to have her husband mouthing another man's cock. Sam looked up at his wife, seeing her excited look. She was enjoying his being with another couple, and didn't mind him cleaning a dick. She wanted him to suck cock! He suckled at him, making sure Tetty could see lots of tongue all over Henry's shaft. Both Henry and Tetty moaned loud enough for him to hear. Sam closed his eyes, trying to control his own excitement. Dammit, he was enjoying it too. Henry re-entered the dripping wet Hester. Several more times he let Sam have a little more of the early enzyme. Sam, aroused totally, actively sucked on him. He felt such release, enjoying forbidden sex with a great excuse. Even so, he was looking forward to eating the enzyme from Hester. Henry came with a shout that surprised everyone but himself. He didn't push in fully, so Sam could see the throbs in his cock as jets of semen flowed through and into Hester. Henry began pumping again, squeezing out mayonnaise-like goo that began to drip. Sam had to arch his back to get his mouth into position. He licked eagerly at Hester's lovenest, and when Henry finally pulled out he clamped his mouth over the gasping Hester's hole. He noticed that Tetty went down and began cleaning the gunk from Henry, but he didn't care. He had come to love eating fresh creampie, and Hester's was delicious. Her furry pussy seemed to trap the heat and scent, which he adored. He loved Tetty's bald slickness, but this was compelling too. He felt a hand grip his dick, and then he entered another hole. Tetty was fucking him now while he ate Hester. It didn't get any better than that. The evening ended late, after Sam had cum three times, and Henry four times. Sam ate more creampie than ever before... and he loved it. That night, snuggling with Tetty, he decided to confront her. "Honey, I really am not sick, am I?" he said, stroking her back. "What do you mean?" she asked, surprised. "Darling, I don't have Garrick's Syndrome, do I? There is no such thing, right?" Tetty didn't answer for a very long time. Finally, it was a very meek "no" that he heard. "You conspired with Dr. Scott?" She felt him caressing her back, his fingers lightly tracing 'I love you' on her naked skin. She was confused. Shouldn't he be mad? Strangling her perhaps? She decided to come clean, and confess. "It was my idea. I convinced Bill to help." Sam's fingers didn't stop spelling the words on her back. "Why? To humiliate me?" "No," she replied. "To get more sex. Our love life was hardly alive at all. And I had fantasies about being eaten after fucking, and about you do it." Sam kept tracing the words, but it was hard to control the trembling he felt. "And you wanted to be fucked by other men?" he asked, fearing the answer. "I wanted to be fucked by you, more than anything." She was near tears, afraid of his calm reaction. She feared an explosion, especially when she knew she must continue. "But, yes, I've fantasized about having man after man fucking me, and you right there and not stopping me." Sam didn't say anything for a long time. Then, he rolled her over so that she was on her back, and he was above her. He looked deep into her eyes, seeing her fears. And loving her. He wriggled, pressing his cockhead against her pussy. Then, he saw her surprise, and he smiled. "Well, given that you've taught me to enjoy creampies, I think a gangbang is the least I can give back." She gave a gasp, both at his suggestion and by his singular entry into her sloppy cavern. "Can you arrange one for next weekend?" *** Sam looked at his wife, six guys into the gangbang. She was on her knees, hugging a pillow so that her ass was tipped up. It was the end of the first round, and Sam had never been so happy. His wife had cum many times, with innumerable orgasms still ahead. Her smile was plastered permanently on her face. Better, he was able to push his tongue into her pussy. It gaped open, the result of day of his and Tetty's fucking in anticipation of the night, not to mention the hour of horny fucking she had received. Her insides, normally a bright pink, now was covered with offwhite creampie. It felt to him like his tongue was bathed in hot pudding because there was so much cum. Doctor Bill Scott knelt beside him, observing Sam's eager creampie consumption. "No hard feelings Sam?" he asked. Sam had every right to be mad, first having been tricked, and now having had watched Bill filling his beloved bride. Sam paused, turning to smile at the Doctor. "No, because I really am ill," he said. "Really? How?" Dr. Scott asked. "I have Johnson's Syndrome," Sam explained. Then he went on. "That's where a man puts his tongue inside a cum-filled pussy as often as he can." He gave the Doctor another smile, a drop of cum ready to drip from his chin. As Sam went back to work eating the creampie and intending to make Tetty cum, Dr. Scott went in search of his clothes. He wanted his Palm Pilot. He had to take some notes if he wanted to submit an article to the Journal of the Medical Society. ** THE END ** Comments to CreampieEater@excite.com -- Visit my free Excite Club: http://clubs.excite.com/Creampie Stories, pictures, contact info, and more! 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