Message-ID: <43721asstr$1059783013@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030801102324.91923.qmail@web40402.mail.yahoo.com> From: Creampie Eater MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2003 03:23:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Quickie" (MF) by Creampie Eater Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2003 20:10:13 -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: dennyw, hecate (C)2003 Creampie Eater, all rights reserved. No posting without prior permission. 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 Quickie ---------------- 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? ******* Comments appreciated to Creampiestories@yahoo.com __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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