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Creampie Quickie
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My wife and I have an old friend Caren, who moved away
to stuffy Dallas with her successful husband Mike and
three spoiled kids. From time to time, they drop back
down here and visit friends. Even so, I was surprised
to find they were spending two nights with us when I
got home the day before yesterday, and there they were
sans Mike.
It was fun to get back in sync with them, but
nerve-wracking with all the kids running around.
Night before last, the kids stayed up well past
midnight. When I got home from work, the kids were
on their way to melt-down, and my wife and Caren were
enjoying beers o'plenty.
Now, Caren is one of those ladies who has a
delightfully smutty sense of humor, like me. We joked
around a bit, every joke loaded with innuendo or
out-right sexuality. My wife, well used to us, merely
rolled her eyes and ignored most of our adolescent
antics. Even through the joking, though, I could
sense a building tension between Caren and me. A
sexual tension.
Before they moved away, Caren and Mike always came to
our Christmas parties. Caren is out-going, smutty,
and flirtatious, so she usually attracts men at our
parties. She also gets pretty drunk. At one such
party, she and I ended up kissing in secret. I even
felt her up and she offered no resistance. You can
guess that this was on my mind as our joking turned to
something closer to flirting.
Nothing really happened last night, despite the
smouldering sexuality that built. I did capture a
picture of us using the camera's timer, and I squeezed
her butt while I did so. But, that was it. Part of
the reason was that when dinner was served, the kids
suddenly got clingy and didn't give us a chance to do
anything.
I hugged her goodnight when we went to bed, and she
kissed my cheek. Honestly, I thought I wouldn't see
her again this trip, because she was going home today.
This morning, I awoke at my usual 4:45 and went
downstairs to make coffee and surf. The morning is
the best time to surf, with low internet latency.
Plus, there is never a kid or wife around to catch me
snooping porn. I do my Yahoo! group moderation,
download xxx-rated videos, and answer email before I
go to the office. I also make sure I have a good
erection to whack off in the shower.
I use a wireless network and my laptop, so I can web
surf nearly anywhere in the house. However, for
downloading movies the best place is in the dining
room. This is directly beneath the den where the
wireless router lives, and I can get a great fast
connection. The den is also where Caren was sleeping.
It didn't take me long to realize that Caren was
awake. The pull-out sofa-sleeper has a spring
suspension that creaks when a sleeper moves. It
creaked every minute or so, and it didn't take long
for me to fantasize that Caren was in her bed
masturbating. In my mind, she was undulating her
hips, imagining that my mouth was on her sex. I
listened to the creaking, thought of her pussy's
taste, and watched downloaded videos. Damn, I was
hot!
In a good sex story, Caren would smell the Gevalia
kaffee I was making, and sneak down. We would make
love, fucking with great skill and passion, and I
would dump my cum into her. She'd cave into my
demands to let me clean her cunt, and I would suck her
until she squirted the creampie that I love so much.
That's what would happen in a good sex story.
In this sex story, nothing like that happened. I
"worked" until 6:15, then shut off my computer and
headed up to shower. Of course, I quickly took care
of the erection I'd been sporting, slurping my seed
greedily from my palm. In my mind was Caren's sweet
pussy, oozing cum.
I finished showering, dressed, and went back
downstairs to pack up and go. As I was putting my
laptop back into its case, I heard Caren's bed creak
again. Then I heard the soft thud of her feet hitting
the carpet. I waited to see if she were coming down,
but instead heard her cross the hall into the
bathroom. Mentally shrugging, I finished packing up
and then topped off my travel coffee mug. I heard the
toilet flush as I put on the top to the mug, and
headed to the door.
As I reached to unlock it, I heard a rustle of clothes
and turned to see Caren. Our entryway features a
balcony and stairs, and I saw her looking down at me,
then head down the stairs. I waited with my heart
beating, barely able to imagine she might yet want
something to happen after so many easier
opportunities.
When she reached me, she immediately pressed her lips
to mine, leaving me stunned at how direct she was.
Then she looked up and pointed to our bedroom where my
wife still slept, then headed into the kitchen. I
followed, of course.
"I am glad I caught you," she whispered. "I was
afraid you'd leave." She kissed me again, harder this
time.
"I was leaving," I said at the next breath break.
"It's too bad you weren't here an hour ago."
"Why?" she asked, "Did you want something to happen?"
"Yeah," I said, deciding to be honest in the interest
of time, "I wanted to fuck you."
"Damn!" she said, looking shocked at first at how
blunt I was, but then looking very pleased. "Really?"
"Jeeze Caren, don't you know I always want to fuck
you?" She looked like she liked the idea, so I went
for broke. "I've always thought about fucking you!"
"I wish you would, right now," she breathed, as if
admitting it took her breath away. The thought made
both of us flush!
"I need to go to the office," I whined. I was so
frustrated! After years of imagining it, we both
seemed ready but there really wasn't time.
"How about if I suck you off?" she said, her eyes
large and indicating the idea was extremely appealing
to her.
"Only if you kiss me and we can share my cum," I said,
expressing a kinky desire before I could suppress it.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned softly. "You'd eat your cum?"
"I'd love to," I admitted. "I'd like it even better
if I came in you and then ate it out."
"Do it," she said. Her hands began to fumble with my
belt, and I noted they were trembling.
"I'll cum in a couple seconds," I said. "Can you cum
quick?"
"I might cum right now, so hurry!" Her voice held an
urgency, even though it was quiet.
I helped her undo my pants, then told her to turn
around and lean over the sink. She could look through
a pass through and to the stairs, keeping a lookout
for my wife. She turned around, and dropped down to
lift the night shirt she was wearing, then pull down
her panties. I saw immediately that they were soaked
with her juices.
"Hold these," I told her, putting her panties into her
hand. Then I sank again, because I wanted to press my
face into her pussy.
"No, no!" she hissed at me. "Put it in!"
I stood and pressed my cockhead against where I
thought her pussy should be. She reached down and
gripped me, pulling me down to the right spot. A
little lean-in, and I sank into her heated depths. It
felt better than great, it felt satisfying to be
inside her finally. I wanted to savor the feeling,
but I felt her fingers beginning to press on her clit.
"Hurry," she urged, "cum in me quick!"
It only took me a couple short strokes before my balls
turned inside out and I poured my sperm into Caren.
In my ecstasy, I grabbed her hair and pulled her
backward, arching her back and pulling her into a
kiss. It was savage, frantic like the rest of the
sex.
"Now, do it," she moaned. Accordingly, I sank to my
knees and pressed my face into the wetspot we had
made. It was already sloppy, delicious creampie
dripping from her. My tongue tried to find her clit,
fighting her fingers which were circling like a
tornado. I gave up on her pleasure bud, pressing my
tongue into her steamy canal instead. My nose got
lodged between her asscheeks as I pushed to get deeper
and deeper.
In a minute, Caren was grunting and cumming. My cum
was squeezed out of her juicy cunt and I ate it
hungrily. As I did, her butt cheeks clenched around
my nose and forehead. I was in heaven!
All told, it was probably less than ten minutes
between Caren coming down and me leaving the house.
The sex had been incredibly frantic, secret, and
exciting. Even so, it was a worthy culmination of
years of teasing and innuendo, so it was really more
like ten years plus ten minutes.
Who says sex has to be languorous to be satisfying?
*******
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