Message-ID: <41881asstr$1050433807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030415174806.56814.qmail@web40403.mail.yahoo.com> From: Creampie Eater MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 10:48:06 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Hookup" (MF) by Creampie Eater Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 15:10:07 -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: RuiJorge, dennyw 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 All my stories are there, as well as links to the free club where I post my stories first. 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) 2003 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. Creampie Hookup --------------- I got very frustrated yesterday. My wife, who has a low sex drive anyway, went on the rag several days before she and the kids went to Denver for skiing over Spring Break. I reminded her that I found self-restraint difficult when I was horny, but she shrugged off my concerns like she always does. Of course, my family got stuck in the blizzard in Denver. Instead of returning today, they are now scheduled to fly home Tuesday. Feeling my balls full and being incredibly horny, I posted a message this morning in a Yahoo group looking for a hookup: Horny MWM looking to give oral to a lady, with no reciprocity required. I am alone today through tomorrow night, so if you need some attention write me privately and we can hook up. I had never had any success meeting anyone, so I had no expectations of meeting someone. But, the idea I might kept me extra horny throughout the morning. I checked my email at lunch, and I found a reply. It was short, giving her name (Terry) and suggesting I call her cell phone. I dialed the number anxiously, feeling like the number was familiar. Terry answered, and asked if I was serious about the no-reciprocity thing. Feeling even more anxious (but sporting a boner), I told her I was. I offered to let her bring a friend if that would make her feel safer, but she just chuckled. She also told me that we had to be done by 5:00, since her husband would return then. After talking about expectations, we arranged to meet at a Taco Bell not far from my house. I didn't spare the horses to get there by the arranged time. In fact, I arrived 10 minutes early. I bought myself a soda water, and settled down to wait. I wanted to observe Terry when she arrived. My town has 75,000 people in it, but it never fails that I meet someone I know. Five minutes before I was to meet Terry, the team mom from my son's soccer team came in. Brenda was always standoffish (I wasn't in her clique), but after some visible decision-making, she came over to say hi. Besides her aloof manner, I found Brenda attractive. She was 40-ish, like me, but was toned. She ran a couple miles every day and played indoor soccer on a co-ed team. Her face was pretty enough, with the start of tiny life-lines. Her eyes were her best feature. They were a pale blue color, nicely shaped and sparkly. When she walked over, she looked particularly good. I had never seen her wear makeup, but she was doing so today. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was arranged with a variety of trendy flips, which stroked my fetish-y hot button (I loved her center part and heavy bangs). She was wearing a tennis outfit. "Hi Brenda," I said as she walked over. "Howya doing?" I tried not to act suspiciously, but I was obviously in the wrong place for a man who should be at work. "Hi Clem," she said, crossing her arms. I expected her next words to be questioning what I was doing, or where Perra (my wife) was. Instead, we talked about the blizzard in Denver, and how that was affecting the soccer team. She had reminded us last night that we had a scrimmage on the weekend, and I told her my son wouldn't be there. Now she told me several other team mates were also stuck in the blizzard. It was interesting, but I couldn't help looking at my watch several times. Terry would be arriving soon. Finally, Brenda picked up on my attention to the time. "Meeting someone?" she asked. "Yeah, I am supposed to meet, uh," my mind raced, looking for an excuse, "a lady from my church." Then, I hoped to divert her attention by going on the offensive. "So, you meeting someone too?" She suddenly looked alarmed. I got the impression that my "innocent" question was to be answered with a lie. "Yeah, Dennis and I are thinking about redecorating, and I am interviewing a painter in a safe place." "Why doesn't Dennis interview him with you?" I asked. Dennis was her husband, and a pompous jerk. "He took the kids to A&M for a baseball game," she told me. So, we talked some about her ideas for redecorating. By the time conversation lagged, it was ten minutes past the arranged meeting time. "I think I'll call my friend and see if she's stuck somewhere," I said. I pulled out my cell phone, and I saw Brenda pulling hers out. Presumably she was going to call her painter. I had programmed Terry's number into my phone, so I hit a number and listened for the ring. Imagine my shock when Brenda's phone rang. Her eyes went very wide, as I'm sure mine did as well. She flipped her phone open and said "hello" into my ear. I disconnected. "Terry?" I asked. "Dave?" she asked. It would have been comical, but imagine the situation. Two people were trying to cheat on their spouses with an anonymous person, and end up knowing each other. We both groaned with the sudden let down. "Well, shit," I said, bemused. "Figures," she said. "You know, this is the first time I ever tried meeting someone." "Me too," I said. I looked at her, trying to hide my disappointment. "So you feel like some lunch?" I asked. "I'll buy." "Well, that was the deal," she smiled. Turns out we had very similar tastes in the pseudo food that is Taco Bell, and we were soon snarfing it down. "I wondered why you looked so good," I said, squirting fire sauce on my crispy "taco". "You thought I looked good?" she asked, seemingly surprised. "You are a good looking woman," I said, feeling a compliment was called for in the situation. "You just look extra good today." "Well, thank you," she said, sincerely. "Dennis is always harping on me to lose weight or change my hair or something. It's nice to be complimented for a change." I held my tongue, not wanting to express my low opinion of her husband. "I think you are in great shape, and I like your hair the way it is," I told her. There followed an awkward silence, but her aloofness seemed gone now. We talked some more, then grew silent again as the meal was finally consumed. She looked at me, and finally said, "So, have you decided yet?" "Decided what?" I asked. "If you want to go through with it," she answered. Now, that surprised me. I hadn't given it a single thought after I had found out that Brenda was actually Terry. "I just assumed you wouldn't want to," I answered lamely. "I'd love to, if you wouldn't feel too weird about it." My stomach began to flip/flop as I waited her answer. "No reciprocity, right?" she asked. I nodded, unable to find my voice. "OK, then do you know where I live?" I didn't, but she gave me directions. To be certain, I followed her anyways. Brenda left the garage open, and I pulled into her husband's space before she closed the garage door behind us. "Want a drink?" she asked, leading me into their house. "Just some ice water, in case my mouth gets dry from licking you." Verbalizing that I was about to service her made me both randy and embarrassed. "We wouldn't want that," she smiled, aware of my sudden discomfort. She used the ice crusher in the refrigerator door, and squirted water into the glass as well. Then, she led me into their screened in porch at the back of the house. Shielded on two sides by tall bushes, about all that was visible from the porch was St. Lawrence Catholic Church, where they were active members. I wondered at her kinkiness, wanting to be serviced with the church looming over us. "OK, let me see you strip," she smiled. Now, this was unexpectedly nerve wracking! I had agreed to be nude while I serviced her when I thought she was a stranger, but as I began to disrobe I remembered all the meetings at practice and on the sidelines. Even though I wasn't in her circle, we must have talked a hundred times. Now we would look at each other with different eyes, and the prospect caused some anxiety. However, I will admit that I also found the situation very hot. I was nude in a flash, and sporting a very hard erection. Brenda eyed me with some interest, getting a lusty look that I found very attractive. "I can't believe we're doing this," she said, her face getting flushed. "Me neither," I said, "but I am really looking forward to it." I pulled from the pocket of my discarded pants the condom I had brought. Since youth I had drooled precum when erect, and I was getting moister as I got older. I opened it and began to roll it on. "I am afraid I'll cum while I eat your pussy," I explained. "I can see that," she smiled. Then she looked around and grabbed a wicker chair, turning it so that it faced the church. She sat in the chair, her cute tennis skirt riding high on her thighs. "Are you ready?" she asked. I took a drink of the ice water. Without saying anything, I knelt between her legs, and gently pushed them apart. I saw a pair of pale blue cotton panties, the crotch getting wet. "Skootch your hips out," I said. She did, and I spread her legs. I can't even describe how much I wanted to pull her panties off and tongue fuck her! Controlling myself, I kissed gently on her panties, capturing a faint trace of her flavor. Her aroma was strong and musky, and I pressed my nose into her crotch. MMMmmmm, ambrosia! "How long do I have?" I asked her. "Hmmmm, about two hours," she told me. "Take your time and do a good job." "I will," I smiled. "I will." I teased her for some time, watching her face to gauge her reaction. Her panties became soaked, and I could see the bump where her clit was. I sucked on it through the cotton, and she shivered a little. Then she smiled and told me to stop fucking around and to pull her panties off. I ignored her until she shifted to a more begging tone, preferring instead to licking her crotch strongly, pressing it between her lips. "Please pull my panties off," she urged. "I want to feel that fucking tongue of yours deep in me." "Well, since you said 'please'", I laughed. I paused to take a sip of water, then slowly pulled her panties off. I loved how they clung to the last at her sticky wet crotch. My first impression is that she was a natural blonde. My second is that she and Dennis must not fuck much. Her pussy looked pristine, except for the flower of her inner lips. I know the size of labia and shape of a woman's pussy is largely genetic, but I also like to think I can tell when a pussy is used to fucking, and lots of it. Brenda's didn't have the look of a heavily used cunt. "Gawd, your pussy looks so pretty," I told her. It actually was pretty. "Then give it a kiss," she said. She gently grabbed my head and guided my face to her crotch. I only touched it a few times before she gasped and came. She was really hot! After that, she pushed me away. "Just stop for a minute," she said. "My clit gets really sensitive after I cum." I was perplexed. I wanted to eat her lots more, but this was cutting into our two hours. "What if I focus a little lower?" I asked. "What do you mean?" she queried. "You'll see," I smiled. I lifted her legs, then pressed them forward so that she was more scrunched up. I pulled apart her butt cheeks, and gazed at her browneye. "You aren't really going to lick my butthole?" Brenda asked. She had the breathless sound of a woman who wanted me to do exactly that. "Hmmm, maybe," I smiled. Then I removed all doubt by pressing my lips to the puckered opening and giving it a loud smack. "That is so nasty!" she exclaimed. "You mean tasty," I rejoined. I flicked my tongue onto her opening, then deliberately circled it with my tongue. "Oh FUCK," she grunted, shaking a little. "Dennis has never done this!" I didn't bother to answer, but still circled, pressing my tip against her opening from time to time. Time slipped away as I opened her up to new possibilities. Finally, I tasted something familiar. Her pussy was so wet that it was dripping down to her asshole! Taking that as a good sign, I let her unscrunch and dove into her flowing pussy with gusto. I licked and slurped her juices, feeling her shaking and shivering as her orgasm built. Testing what I could get away with, I pressed a finger into her liquid depths. Getting nothing but a moan, I began to slide it in and out while I continued my oral service. Suddenly, from the sighs and moans and murmurings, her voice rang out clear. "Fuck me," she hissed. I looked up at her. "Fuck me. I want to feel your cock in me." "That's not part of the deal," I said. "Fuck the deal. I want to feel full of your cock." Her voice was insistent. Now, I normally don't object to fucking women, especially women who looked as pretty as Brenda did right then. But, mentally I had decided that eating her wasn't cheating. It was just fun. If I fucked her, I would be cheating on my wife. Again. I hated the feelings that followed being unfaithful. I decided to put her off. "I will, but I'll take off this condom and cum inside you." "Perfect," she moaned. Her sudden gush of heat led me to think that she enjoyed the idea. "I love to feel Dennis cumming in me." Her eyes were very blue now. She was quite fetching when she begged to get fucked. "Well, I probably won't last too long," I said. "I feel like I am on the edge." "That's OK, as long as I can be on top and can rub on you a little." I was out of objections, so when she told me to lie on my back, I did. She knelt and pulled off my condom, looking at the precum it had captured. She put her knees on either side of my hips, and prepared to put me in her. "One thing," I said, stopping her at the last moment. "If I cum before you, I want to finish you off orally." "Eeeewwww, gross," she said, her eyes large. I got the impression that she didn't really think it was gross. Without delay, she pointed my cock up and sank onto me. We both let out groans of pleasure. She felt like fire inside, like wet fire. When she leaned over me, I could feel her clit on my shaved pubes. It was awesome. She looked down on me, her hair framing her face. She got a look, then leaned further over and kissed me. I love kissing, but I had never thought about kissing her. Now, she was kissing me, passionately. Her tongue was in my mouth, making me feel like she owned me. I lasted longer than I had thought I would, shoving my dick frantically into her while she humped me. Finally, I couldn't hold off any longer and I began to shoot a steady stream of semen into her pussy. Her mouth covered mine, so that I couldn't gasp for air. I was being suffocated during sex. Awesome! I was still reeling when she shifted her humping so that she was sliding back and forth on me, smacking her clit against my cock. With my cum there, it was really gooey and slippery. Her breathing got ragged, and after five minutes she suddenly lunged forward to sit on my face. Oh my goodness, she was sloppy. Her extreme wetness, my added cum, and the humping had made her pussy covered with creampie. I tried to clean her at first, but she gasped "my clit, my clit". I focused on that and she came almost immediately. Then it got really messy, as more creamy liquid was squeezed out. After a minute, I gently rolled her off my face and onto her back. I spent a good long time just cleaning cream from her crotch. If I got too close to her clit, she warned me off. But, that was OK, because I was happy just eatin'. Brenda told me that Dennis had a problem with premature ejaculation, and she had been fantasizing about having him finishing her off after he was done. In that way, I had provided a bigger service than I had thought I would. Not only had I given her a couple nice Os, but I had also confirmed that having her creampie eaten would be fulfilling. I knew Dennis was in for a surprise, and soon. Before I left, we agreed that our rendezvous had never happened. It would be too awkward to be cheaters and on the same soccer team. Happily, we made plans for our next rendezvous. ********* Did this story seem like fun? If so, you are a woman/couple, and you live in Houston, give me a reply via email to creampiestories@yahoo.com (not @yahoogroups.com). I'd love to meet a lady on the west side who'd like a little servicing with no reciprocity required. ;-) Comments always gratefully received to creampiestories@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. Bingo http://search.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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+