Message-ID: <34429asstr$1009995008@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200201021128.GAA05548@sara.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Creampie Eater" Reply-To: "Creampie Eater" Priority: Normal MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id GAA05548 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Wed, 02 Jan 2002 05:28:34 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} "Bringing Home the New Year" (MF gang cuck) by Creampie Eater Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 13:10:08 -0500 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: IceAltar, gill-bates 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: Check out my archive at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www You should also check out my *FREE* Yahoo club, where we discuss our love of creampies and post stories: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/CreampieStories As always, comments can be sent the old-fashioned way to CreampieStories@yahoo.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? Note too that this story, like all my stories, is Copyright c 2001 by Creampie Eater. All Rights Reserved. No commercial posting is allowed. Please drop me a note asking permission to post on your personal web site. No modification whatsoever is allowed. Bringing Home the New Year -------------------------- Joe was so predictable. He always got out the cognac when he wanted something. I think he thinks the expensive liquor impresses me, and I will swoon over any suggestion he makes. Either that, or he thinks the sneaky-potent stuff will break down any resistance I have. Joe has all sorts of male fantasies, and having me do what he wants must be chief among them. In fact, though, I am naturally extra-reserved when I get tipsy. I do like the burn the cognac gives me, but that sets off a warning bell that tells me to be cautious. I don't like to feel out of control. Thus, Joe's expensive hooch has the opposite effect to that which he intends, putting me on guard. Tonight was a great example. I knew he wanted something, and I merely waited until he sprang his ill-conceived idea on me. He was close on drunk before he had the courage, while I had just sipped half of one brandy glass. "Honey, you are so sexy," he said. Whether he knew it or not, those words were his standard introduction to his fantasies. Tonight he had poor timing. His soft cock was in my mouth, and I was trying hard to get the flaccid thing stiff. He suffered from erection problems when he drank, and he suffered from wisdom problems too. "MMMMmmmmpfh?" I asked, my mouth full of dick. I had been contemplating faking a headache, because getting him hard was just not worth the effort. "You are," he smiled, stroking my hair. "You are totally hot." I let his member plop out so I could speak. "Thanks," I smiled. I liked having my hair stroked. I had decided to get my afro relaxed, and I was wearing it in a shiny bob now. He seemed unable to not touch my hair, and especially my nape. That touching was the best thing he could do now, it felt so good. I shivered when he ran his fingers up my neck, and bent forward to take his soft white dick in my mouth again. It seemed harder now. Hmmmmm. "I see men looking at you all the time," Joe said, leading somewhere. His cock gave a sudden spasm and grew measurably in a single moment. That was interesting. I sucked up, ending with a loud smack while looking into his eyes. "I only want you, baby," I said, purring. "Now, get this thing hard, because I need a good 'internal massage'." I went back to sucking him, this time adding some handjobbing as a help. "So you don't ever want to fuck other men?" he asked, his cock swelling some more. "You know I love you," I said. "There's things we ain't tried yet, and until we have tried everything, I don't need another man." I was pleased to feel him getting hard now. His fantasies were overwhelming his drunkenness. "And I don't need anyone but you baby," he said, his voice rising as he got more aroused. "But I just have this mental picture of you fucking other guys." Now, this was typical shit from him. He always came up with the oddest ideas! "No," I said firmly. "I know, it sounds weird," he whined, stroking my neck in a way that I found very stimulating. "I just have this mental image of you totally in pleasure, with guy after guy getting you off." He grunted a bit, and pulled his now-rock-hard cock from my mouth. He rolled me over, sticking his tongue into my mouth and fucking it orally, even as he plunged his meat into my fleshy folds. Honestly, it felt good. He did a great job of 'taking me' like I liked. He pressed his tongue into my throat, reminding me of how he tongued my pussy on a good day. He did have some redeeming qualities, after all. One of his best was cunt eating. My former lovers hated putting their mouths on my pussy, but Joe seemed to like it best of all. That long tongue of his felt really nice, trying to caress my g- spot. And now that tongue was probing my tonsils, overwhelming my defenses. He went so far as to pin my wrists up so that I 'had' to let him fuck me. If he kept this up, I'd be putty in his grasp. I began to fantasize about him eating me after he got done fucking me. I hadn't thought of it before, but the image came into my mind fully formed. He was fucking me like an animal, ferociously. His pistoning cock would soon explode in me, and I would be letting my man fill me up with cum. I would truly be an Oreo, black on the outside with white cream in the middle. It would ooze out and he would grin that silly, irresistable grin, and slide down to eat me. That long tongue would snake in, lapping up the cream and he would brush against my clit. Goddamn, it would feel sooooo good. I wondered if he might do it, really. He arched his back, sliding his cock home, deep inside me. His pubes mashed against my engorged vulva, pressing it. His eyes rolled, lolling about in their sockets. He was really on the verge. Somehow, he fought the need to cum, and his eyes focused again, on me. "Damn it honey," he whined, "why won't you let me watch you fuck other guys?" "Would that make you happy?" I asked. "Fucking other guys?" I wasn't pissed, per se, because I loved the dork and wanted him happy. Even so, I wasn't about to fuck other guys, so playin' up his fantasy was no big deal. "Oh God, Roquelle," he grunted. I don't know how he didn't cum, he was so obviously turned on. If I didn't cum soon, I would lose the chance. He would pop and fall asleep, I knew. "You know what would turn me on about that?" I asked, deciding to broach the subject. "I think it would be sexy for you to watch these guys, fucking me in a damn gangbang. Every one of the guys cums in me, and I get all sloppy." My voice was getting husky. Getting sloppy. the idea was so nasty, it turned me on. "Yeah, they all fuck the fuck out of you," he said. He was sweating hard now. "Oh yeah, you like that?" "Yeah!" "And then when the last guy cums in me," I continued, "he pulls out and you see how much cum they dumped in me." "MMMmmmmm Hmmmmm!" His strokes were now jerky. The good news is that I was really close to cumming too. "Pin my arms, baby," I told him. "OK," he said, grabbing my wrists and holding them against the bed in the 'I give up' position. Immediately, I felt like I was being 'taken' again. I got even closer to my Big O. His face was closer to mine, and his lower position helped him slide against my clit. Mmmmmm! "Yeah, so when the last guy pulls out, you see a river of cum pouring out. And you kneel between my legs and tell me I'm beautiful and sexy and you begin to lick up the cum." Joe's eyes got wide in surprise. "You want me to clean up after all these guys?" he asked, getting all tense and shit. "Mmmmm, baby, you watch all these guys making me cum all night, screwing me one after the other." He relaxed, pumping me harder than ever. "Their dicks get all covered in cum, and I get all sloppy inside." "Yeah! But I see them all wearin' condoms," he said. "Wouldn't you like there to be some sign of how many times these guys have fucked me? My pussy getting all sloppy with their sperm?" The idea obviously appealed to him. His eyes were rolling again in their sockets. "These guys are all fucking you." he moaned. That was the hot part for him. "Yeah, they're banging the fuck out of me, making me cum all night." "Oh, honey!" He was about to pop. "C'mon baby," I cooed at him. "C'mon, fill me with your cum like those guys are. Cum in me." He began to grunt, and I thought I felt his cock swell as a stream of spunk squirted out. I loved it when he came in me. It was like a gift. It made me feel so close to him. Tonight he gave me a freakin' BIG gift, cumming for what felt like 5 minutes. The only bad thing is that I hadn't cum yet! As he rolled off me, I asked him, "Baby, go down and finish me off!" "No, honey, I am soooo tired," he smiled, sleepy after the big release. "C'mon," I begged, "I am so close!" "Just let me sleep," he suggested, cuddling up to me. Damn. With his arm draped over me, I reached down and began to play with myself. It happened like this so many times. His endurance was erratic, and I was too often left on the edge. This time, I pictured him sliding down and licking the cum oozing from me. My fingers felt the goo, and I spread it all over my pussy as I frigged myself. It would feel so good having his supple tongue doing this, his taste buds grinding over my clit. His tongue sliding between my lips and into my sloppy hole. I would cum all over his face, getting him all gooey as he brought me to a wonderful orgasm. I would love it! But he never would. He always fell asleep after cumming. Especially after drinking all the cognac. But maybe I could get him to do it. When he rolled onto his back, I could sit on his face and grind my pussy on him, like it or not. What a hot thought! Oh shit, I began to cum! Unlike Joe, after I came big I often wanted another. He was snoring gently when I reached down to explore again. I had ejected his cum, and I used it to lather up my sex. My second and third orgasms came more quickly, as I thought about how fun it would be to surprise him into eating me after filling me with cum. Finally satisfied, I joined him in slumber. The next couple weeks were not bliss. Everytime we made love, Joe brought up this idea of watching me get gangbanged. It was annoying, especially since he flatly rejected my own fantasy of having him eat me after cumming in me. Then, for Christmas he gave me a damn realistic dildo, and had me fuck myself with it as he watched and commented on how much better having a real dick would be. I finally faked two orgasms, and he sprayed my pussy before he even entered me. I was left aching and needing attention, and pissed. His flat rejection of my fantasy, combined with his dickhead behavior on Christmas, made me resolved to punish him. I began to tell him I was gonna go out New Year's Eve without him, and that I fully intended to fuck other guys. My new dominant attitude touched some here-to- fore hidden part of him, and he reacted wildly. He loved the fantasy of me going out on him and getting fucked. But, he didn't think I would. And, he still rejected the notion of tonguing me after cumming in me. Finally, New Year's Eve arrived. Like the clueless male he was, Joe assumed I had made plans for us both. That sealed it. I had talked during the week with my friend Moesha, who I knew to be a gang rat. She invited me to a party, but I declined, telling her I wanted to spend a quiet evening with Joe, at home. After our piss-poor week and Joe's rotten attitude, I called Moesha. "Moesha, you still going to that party?" I asked, Joe watching me and grinning. He thought it was a put-on. "Yeah! You want to come?" she asked, sounding excited. "Sure, what time?" "Hold on Roquelle," she cautioned, "you do know that there's gonna be sex there?" Her voice had assumed a warning tone, now that it seemed like I was serious about going. "Well, I thought there would be sex there, but its nice to know for sure," I said, for Joe's benefit. Joe snorted, pissing me off. He could be a dickhead sometimes. "What about Joe?" Moesha asked, worried now. "Oh, don't worry about Joe," I said, looking at him. "He wants me to fuck other guys." Joe nodded like a damn fool. "Damn girl!" Moesha exclaimed. "You serious?" "What time?" I repeated. "Be here at seven," she said, adding, "if you're sure." "Yes, I am quite sure Joe wants me to fuck other guys. He's sure told me that enough times. See you at seven." Joe was smirking now. "So, that was Moesha?" he chuckled. I ignored him, and went in to take a shower. I spent extra time on my personal hygiene, knowing I was going out for sex. Then I put on a red mini-dress Joe gave me that barely concealed my ample curves. I had a full figure, and I had to cram it into the dress. The thing barely went down to my thighs. I'd be pulling it down all night! I put on a pair of black silk panties, thinking the contrasting color would make them more visible to dudes trying to sneak a peak. I didn't bother with a bra, because it'd just get lost. High heels completed the ensemble. Joe had watched me getting dressed, smiling. I saw his fool face in the mirror, as I finished putting on my makeup. I completed my preparations by putting on this bright red lipstick. The tube hung from a lanyard, that allowed it to nestle between my breasts when I wore it around my neck like a necklace. I wanted my lipstick to be fresh all night, because I planned to rub it off on lots of cocks. I looked hot, I knew. I looked at Joe, who was clearly ready to devour me. "Don't wait up," I told him. "You gonna be late?" he asked, playing along. "Yeah, and I don't think I'll be able to hear my phone," I told him, seriously. "Have fun with Moesha," he said, almost cracking up. I walked out, totally ticked. Thing is, I did have fun. Moesha and I shared a joint at her place, and then another on the drive to the party. I was feeling really loose when we arrived, although Moesha had spent the drive asking over and over about Joe. She asked one last time if I was sure when we got there, and I was. We left our bags in the car. Moesha's car had a digital lock on the door, so we didn't even bother taking the keys. The party was hopping, with throbbing house music giving way to gansta rap. Her friends, the gangbangers, instantly surrounded Moesha and me. I received more attention, being fresh meat. My qualms gave way after a drink, which I suspected was laced with a narcotic. I found myself dancing like I hadn't in years, grinding my hips to the groove, feeling myself getting hyper-sexual. Hands were on me quickly, and I let a gold-toothed tattoo collector pull up my skirt. He kissed me savagely, his hand diving into my panties. I was sure he found my pussy wet to the touch. "Why don' you put those lips to better use, baby?" he asked. My head spinning, I sank to my knees in the middle of the dance floor and gave my first BJ of the night. I lost track of time as I sought, and finally received, his cum on my tonsils. He was just the first. There must have been forty guys at the party, and every one of them was rewarded in some way by my attentions. It was all very blurry, and I knew I had been drugged. I found Moesha lying on a mattress between two guys, stoned as much as I was. She was a total wreck, her body, face, and even her hair covered in cum. Her pussy was draining sperm like a cracked egg drains white. I didn't look hard, but it appeared she had been assfucked too. I knew I had been. "C'mon Moesha," I urged, bending down to shake her awake. She looked up at me, heavy lidded. "C'mon." "What's the problem, baby?" one of the guys next to her said, sleepily. "I gotta get home to my husband," I said. "What's the hurry?" he smiled, not at all surprised that I was married. "Don't you want part of this?" he asked, shaking his flaccid member. I got wide-eyed, because his soft cock was half again as big as Joe's erection. "Well, maybe until Moesha wakes up," I shrugged. I was worn out, and I didn't want anything more than to just go home, but 'in for a penny, in for a pound.' Besides, when would I get another chance to experience a giganticock like that? I went down on the guy, knowing full well that the musty scent on his cock was the mix of his smell and Moesha's. I worked it hard, my desire growing as I got back into it. From time to time, I prodded Moesha, urging her to wake up. It was kinda working, but it would take a while for her to come out of the stupor. And now, with the dude's dick hard enough to slide in me, I didn't want her sober too quickly. I had never felt so damn full in my life. His cock when completely erect must have been as big around as my wrist! He knew how to fuck, and he rubbed every square inch of my vagina. I rode him, he rode me, we just plain fucked as I came twice. It was a perfect ending, especially he nearly pulled out before spraying his sticky seed inside my stretched pussy. I imagined how sticky he was, several loads into the night. I imagined I could feel his goo covering my insides, adhering. Moesha was mostly awake, and we went to leave. At some time during the night, the gang had posted guards. They wanted release too, and sucking them off was a good way to get Moesha more sober. At my request, they both held their cocks to my sore pussy opening, squirting into me when they came. As Moesha drove me directly home, I thought to check the cellphone. Eight missed calls, all from Joe. A couple came after a couple hours, then more infrequently. I had four messages. The first three were some blend of irritation, then anger. The last one just pleaded with me to come home, because he was sorry he was a jerk. Finally, he had Got It. When I got home, it was nearly dawn. Joe was asleep on the couch, the TV on some paid commercial. I closed the door softly, and moved over to him. I kissed him with the lips that had sucked twenty of more cocks that night. "Where've you been?" he asked groggily. "Lay on the floor," I told him. "What the hell happened to you?" he asked, having taken a good look at my appearance. "I was with Moesha," I told him. "You knew that. You wanted that. Now lay on the floor. On your back." "What did you do?" he asked, his voice a mix of accusation, concern, and anticipation. But he got off the couch and lay on the floor. Now that he was where I had wanted him to be, it took an effort to go through with my plan. This is the point where he could reject me and call a lawyer. I had cuckolded him terribly out of anger. I could either go through with it, or maybe suck him off as an apology then take a shower to remove the evidence. I say it took an effort, but not a very big one. 'In for a penny, in for a pound.' I pulled my dress up, showing him that I was missing panties and leaking cum. I knew I was disgustingly splattered. That excited me, to be honest. "I'll tell you later," I said, quivering with need. "Now, just eat me." He groaned as I nestled onto his face. He was repulsed, I knew. I could also tell he was excited. But really, I didn't care. The important thing was that he was tonguing my aching pussy. His saliva was a salve to my worn-out and stretched cunt. His skill at cunnilingous was employed even if he found it distasteful. I quickly rose to orgasm. The thing is, it was better emotionally than sexually. By all rights, he should be pissed at me. I had cheated on him, gotten fucked by multiple guys. I had let him worry. I had brought home gobs of globs, and had made him suck it out of me. I was using him. And he let me. He loved me enough to overlook it, and to actually enjoy caressing my needy pussy afterwards. I came on his face after noticing how erect he was. I mounted him right away. He had a big smile on his face, like he always did when he made me cum. This time, his face also was smeared with cum. We both moaned when he slid into me, and I could tell he wouldn't last long. I licked the sperm of unknown men from his face while I told him what I had done. "Are. you. mad.?" I asked, humping him as he thrust into me. "No," he groaned, grabbing my hips and fucking me 120 beats a minute. "Next. time. let . me. watch." he said. He stopped pumping as he started ejaculating into me. I settled fully on him loving the throbbing and splashing feeling. But, I had gotten really close to my last orgasm. Joe looked up at me brightly after his orgasm, his cock staying partially erect. Grinning, I slid off him and up. He gripped my hips now, and pulled my crotch down so that he could get me off orally. He was now OK with eating cum from me. I smiled, thinking that this really was going to be a Happy New Year with Joe. ***** Comments to CreampieStories@yahoo.com are appreciated. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+