Message-ID: <44729asstr$1066011004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20031012194153.85826.qmail@web40401.mail.yahoo.com> From: Creampie Eater MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 12:41:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "My Boyfriend Used Me" (MF FF MFM D/s voy) by Creampie Eater Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 22:10:04 -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, hecate 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: This was written by request for a female fan. I hope you like it too! 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. My Boyfriend Used Me -------------------- The room was sumptuous, a real treat. My boyfriend and I were in Vegas for a rare vacation from life. Our busy schedules and my son didn't really give us much chance to do real "coupling" and I was looking forward to it. In fact, my boyfriend Chuck had told me to be ready to not leave the casino, and I was giddy with excitement. We had arrived on a late flight, and by the time we checked in our class of room was overbooked. So, the hotel had upgraded us to a nice suite for the night, and Chuck had already splurged to keep us in the room for the next night as well. We took a bubble bath, and Chuck pampered me in the double size tub. He washed my hair, and scrubbed my back, and I let him shave my pussy. Then he gave me a wonderful orgasm with that tongue of his. It was very nice, but our arrangement was that the balance of the trip would be focused on his pleasure. We woke up late, and Chuck immediately started me on his pleasure. He knows how oral I am, and how I love sucking his fat cock, so he put me to work. His meat was so hot, and I loved feeling it grow in my mouth. I wasn't sucking for cum, but to keep him aroused, so when he got close I backed off and let him calm down. After an hour of cocksucking, my mouth was sore and Chuck wanted to check out the casino. We took a shower together, and I washed him from head to toe, sneaking in some more sucking. Having his cock in my mouth while I was on my knees on the hard marble floor and the water massaged me was so nice. I was getting a really sexy feeling. After our shower, Chuck surprised me with a new dress. It wasn't well made, but I would never wear it in our own town. It was far too revealing! The front scooped low to show my cleavage, and the back dropped down low as well, almost to my butt. At the same time, the hemline was definitely too high, across my thighs. It was a dress not designed to make me look good, but to make Chuck look good. I knew he loved feeling powerful, with a willing woman on his arm. I loved knowing I was the willing woman he wanted, and so I wore the dress. I had brought a pair of high heels with me, and they went well with the dress. Chuck wanted me to go without panties, but we compromised on the pair of super-sheer (nearly see through!) thong panties I brought. Anybody with decent eyesight could tell what was going on beneath the panties. I did go without a bra. With me so scantily clad, Chuck and I strolled through the casino. I could sense men turning to look at me dressed like a tart. I imagined many would think I was a hooker, and that appealed to me somehow. I have a submissive personality, and I loved being used, so a hooker fantasy was part of my masturbation repertoire. Strutting through the casino was a turn-on. Chuck bought some chips, and set me up to play craps. Its a game I just can't understand, but he liked seeing me leaning over the table. After a few minutes, he sidled away, leaving me to be surrounded by horny men all to eager to teach me how to play. It is amazing how many felt fine with sliding against me, peckers bumping against my butt crack. Even more looked down my blouse as I leaned over to shoot the die. It was loathsome and yet exceedingly erotic to be the center of attention like this. When Chuck returned a bit later, they scattered like cockroaches. I had run out of money and had spent the rest of my time blowing on guy's dice for luck. In exchange, I had been bought several drinks and I was feeling no pain. Chuck led me away from the tables and out to the lobby. "Listen, here's some more money," he told me. "Play some more games and have fun, then go back to the room around six." He looked at his watch to confirm the time. "Why? What are you doing?" He handed me a brochure. "I'm going shopping." I looked at the brochure for a high-end brothel. My stomach sank while simultaneously my panties got soaked. "Oh shit." I breathed. "Any particular type you want me to buy?" he said, his eyes dancing. We had shared the fantasy of his bringing home a woman to share many times. Now he was doing it! His enjoyment of the situation was obvious. "Not really," I said, feeling faint. The reality of this was sinking in. "OK, I'll pick one that I think you'll like," he told me. "Thanks." I was still stunned. He kissed me. "Oh, and in that yellow bag inside my suitcase you will find some stuff you may want to use before I get back to the room." "All right." Then he turned and left with a light step. I felt a sudden need to pee, so I rushed back to our room. After emptying my bladder, I went to see what he had been talking about in the yellow bag. I found a disposable enema, lube, and a small buttplug. These were things to prepare me for anal sex. Again, my pussy flooded as I understood the implication. The last time we had tried anal sex had been very painful for me. I had made Chuck rush to fuck me, before I was ready. His large cock had fucked me hard and deep until I came in the biggest orgasm of my life. I had felt so used, and that had contributed to my pleasure. Even so, I was grateful he would give me a chance to prepare. I used the enema bag, flushing my bowels. It was supposed to be disposable, but I refilled it and used it again to make sure I was clean inside. Then I lubed myself and put the small buttplug in. It was nowhere near as big as Chuck, but it would relax my sphincters. Then, I went back down the casino, feeling like a real whore. I thought any guy could tell I was walking weird and had a lump in my butt through the tight dress. The fact that Chuck and I were about do something so nasty was thrilling, and my nipples were painfully erect. Guys surrounded me as I played craps, then blackjack. I felt like a bitch in heat, attracting all the male dogs in the neighborhood. Finally, at 5:30, my funds depleted again and finding it increasingly hard to keep the guys at bay, I returned to our room. I refilled the enema once again, and cleaned myself out. Then, I put in the buttplug again after squirting in some extra lube. Next, I shaved myself. Chuck had been too overeager to do a good job, so I took a bit of time and made sure I was smooth for him. Finally, I corrected my makeup and put my shoulder length hair into a French roll to keep it out of the way. At 6:10, there was a knock at our door. I looked through the peephole, finding a room service attendant bringing champagne. "I didn't order this," I said. "This was ordered earlier for 6:15 delivery," he explained. He wheeled in the cart, asking if I wanted the bottle opened. When I assented, he opened the bottle, poured me a glass, then left. I saw then that there was a little envelope with my name in Chuck's handwriting. "Be nude except for your shoes when we arrive," the card inside read. It was just like him. He loved to have sex with me wearing my heels. I stripped off my clothes, and dabbed on a little perfume on a whim. Then I drank my champagne, but didn't have a chance to steal my nerves before I heard the electronic door lock release. "Come on in" I heard Chuck say. They came in together, arms around each other's waists. The woman was lovely, toned, and well tanned with silky black hair almost as long as her legs. I imagined she must be some blend of Asian and Mediterranean, but when she introduced herself as Chantal, I caught a soft French accent. Perhaps she was Quebecois or something. I introduced myself, and found myself very uncomfortable with how she was looking at me. It was a ravenous sort of look, frankly sexual Perhaps she misunderstood that she was for Chuck's use, not mine. Or maybe, I thought, I am the one who misunderstood. That thought was scary, thrilling, disgusting, and unsurprising, all at the same time. Chuck had hinted for a long time about seeing me with another woman, and I had made clear my feelings, but who knows what he was thinking. This night I was his toy and he would use me as he wanted. "Pour us some champagne," Chuck told me. I strutted as sluttily as I could to the cart, pouring a glass for Chuck and Chantal, and returning with them. My hands full with the glasses, Chuck took the opportunity to roughly pinch my nipples. "These babies are hard," he commented. "I guess you are excited." A quick finger between my legs confirmed the fact. He dipped his pussy-flavored finger into each glass, then took them from me and handed one to Chantal. She smiled after a sip. "Delicious." "Let's move to the couch," Chuck suggested to Chantal, grabbing the champagne bucket as he passed. He refilled their glass, then replaced the bottle into the bucket. Setting his glass down, he pulled Chantal into a kiss. I could only stare as my boyfriend kissed this woman in front of me. It wasn't a friendly kiss either. It soon became a very deep kiss, both their tongues occasionally visible before diving deep into each other's mouths. I felt guilty for the excitement I felt, a voyeur watching them kiss. Chuck broke the kiss, casually reaching over to pick up his glass again. He glanced at me, his mouth curling up into a smile. "You like watching us?" "Yes," I whispered, determined to be honest in this experience. "Good," he commented. "Now you come over and kiss me." I moved over to him, awkwardly kneeling on the edge of the couch between Chuck and Chantal. I leaned down and kissed him, seeing her lipstick faintly on his lips. Chuck kissed me as fiercely as he had kissed Chantal, exciting me with the demonstration of how aggressively he was kissing her. Suddenly, I felt Chantal's feminine hand sliding up and down my back. I wanted to turn and look at her, to see what her intent was. Chuck held my face to prevent that, so I could only understand via her touch. Her long fingernails traced up and down my spine, at once reassuring me and making me tingle. It was hard to know what to concentrate on when her fingers slid down and over my butt, tickling between my cheeks. "What have we here?" I heard her say when her fingers brushed the buttplug. After some exploration, I felt her pull it out just a bit. I couldn't help but groan into Chuck's open mouth. His left hand moved behind my head to force me to maintain the kiss, but his right moved down and between my legs to finger me. Finally, he broke the kiss after rubbing my clit for a moment. "You are fucking wet as hell." I couldn't say anything to that, because it was so obviously true. "Maybe you like the idea of eating Chantal's pussy?" "No," I said emphatically, turning to Chantal and apologizing, "It's nothing personal." "It's OK," she smiled. "Chuck told me you were a bitch." I couldn't tell if she were yanking my chain or what. "Hey now," Chuck laughed. "Don't you girls get to fighting before the Wesson oil arrives." We all laughed, then he turned serious. "Why don't you give me head while Chantal takes her clothes off." Finally, something I was eager to do! I unzipped Chuck's fly and undid his belt, pulling his pants open enough to free his cock from behind his undershorts. His fat muscle was already partially inflated, and covered with lipstick that was the same shade as Chantal's. Feeling a rush of excitement, I sucked him into my mouth, hoping to discover any residual cum tastes. I wanted to know if he had cum without me! Chuck leaned back on the couch to give me better access then guided my head up and down on his shaft. "Yeah babe," he said, "get me ready to fuck Chantal. That's it, get me all wet and hard." That was a damn sexy idea, getting my man ready to fuck another woman! It didn't take long for him to be totally erect, grunting pleasure noises every few seconds. "Take a look at her," he finally told me, gently steering my head so that I could see. Chantal was glorious when nude. I don't think she had more than an ounce of fat on her nubile body. I mean, she had a six pack, for God's sake! She turned so that we could see all her angles, and her booty was so firm and round I thought I could throw up. Her long silky hair swished sexily over her dark skin, and I saw no trace of a tan line. Inevitably, my eyes fell to her pussy, which was bare like mine but with a carefully trimmed inch-wide pelt on her pubic bone. Her pussy lips were stretched so that they hung like wet butterfly wings, waiting to spread. I imagined she must have been fucked hundreds of times, and somehow that was thrilling too. "Let's go into the bedroom," Chuck told us. It took me a few moments to regain my feet, since I was crouching between his legs. Consequently, he led us into the bedroom, with Chantal following and me bringing up the rear. I felt like the lowest girl in the harem, which was again pretty exciting. Chuck sat on the bed, and Chantal sat next to him. With a quick flip of her hands, she tied her long hair into a knot on top of her head, then leaned over to suck my boyfriend. I watched, fascinated by how easily she took his cock. Her cute mouth opened wide and she just slid him in! I knelt before him, waiting my turn to suck him. From close in, Chantal was even more lovely. I was mesmerized by her beauty and her skill at fellatio was a work of art. It was like seeing a porn movie live! She gripped the base of his shaft, and pointed his cock to me. I leaned forward and sucked him in, aware I was also tasting her saliva. God I was so fucking wet. At one point, I let him out so I could lick his pee hole, which was seeping Chuckjuice. Chantal gently grabbed my chin and tried to guide me into a kiss with her. I shook my head, and might have uttered a curse at her. That was a mistake. "Kiss her," Chuck growled, his voice indicating strong displeasure that I would reject her advances. Simultaneously, his strong hand grabbed the scruff of my neck and moved me to Chantal's face. Chantal's long nails gripped the rear of my jaw, pulling me into a long intense lesbian kiss. Eventually, I got into it enough that she released me. Her long female tongue explored my mouth, not so demanding as Chuck's, but taking advantage of me nonetheless. It was probably only a minute before she broke the kiss and we both kissed Chuck's prick instead. Chuck loved it, giving us encouragement like "fuck yeah" and other tender phrases. Having another woman sharing his pleasure was very odd, but hot too. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked Chantal. "Mmmm, yeah, but I want some tongue first." "Yeah, eat her baby," he told me, "while I take off my clothes." "I don't think so," I told him. I had my limits. "Dammit, don't be so fucking uppity," he said. He looked over at Chantal, who had moved more to the edge of the bed and was rubbing between her spread long legs. Her flower was blossoming. "Please, no," I pleaded. Kissing another woman was bad enough, but to pleasure her? "Do it," he said, even more sternly. "Don't make me force you." "Oh, force her," Chantal cooed, then laughed. Accordingly, Chuck again gripped the scruff of my neck, forcing me between Chantal's legs. He pressed my face into her hot crotch, rubbing it against her juicy pussy. Humiliated, I tentatively licked her. "Do a good job," he ordered, and I tried to become more active, eating another woman for the first time. Chuck intentionally prolonged the ordeal, taking far longer than necessary to remove his clothes. He kept asking Chantal what I was doing. "She's licking my clit, but not very hard" she'd say. "C'mon, lick her harder," would be the inevitable new order. "It'd feel great to have her tongue fuck me" followed by "fuck her pussy... stick your tongue in all the way." Every way I thought of to make the ordeal less intense was thwarted. I was in a daze when I was finally told to stand up. Our deluxe suite had a heavy four-posted canopy bed. Chuck had me sit on the corner of the bed, inside the post. Then he "bound" my wrists to the top of the post, using a silk scarf I hadn't noticed before. I felt like a harem wench, waiting for her owner's pleasure, and watching what was happening before me. Chuck had Chantal lay on her back, and then he laid between her legs, putting his face to her pussy. I could only see the back of his head as he ate her. Chantal was unashamed to use explicit directions, urging him to suck her clit or even to chew her "fucklips". Chuck was totally into it, telling her how good she tasted and how wet she was getting. He used sexy words I thought only I would ever hear. I was so... jealous I guess, when she began to thrash on the bed in an orgasm. Chuck moved to me and kissed me. "Taste her orgasm." Indeed, his tongue tasted just like she had. I was just a brief stop, for soon he was pressing his cock into Chantal. We had talked many times about how it would be for me to watch him fucking a slut. It was such a strange mixture of emotions, jealousy, shame, and pleasure all present. But I felt such jealousy as I saw her look of pleasure at his entry. Her mouth formed a round O, then curled up into a smile. I was so jealous! His initial thrusts were slow and measured until she had stretched to take his size. Then, he pushed in and out at the rate that always had made my toes curl. I could imagine his cockhead pressing my g-spot like it did when we fucked. I knew she'd also love his heavily veined shaft. Ohmygod I wanted to be fucked. I could tell he was about to cum, but he surprised me with a new trick. He pulled out and slid down, pressing his face into her soaking cunt. Both of them were moaning, but he was adding sloppy sucking noises. I wished it were me being eaten, especially when I saw her eyes rolling back in her head. After five minutes of making her hotter and calming himself down, Chuck pushed back into her, this time with her feet up around his head.. I then felt the bed shake as they fucked vigorously. I desperately wanted to rub my clit, but my position kept my legs spread apart. I was forced to endure watching them without cumming. That wasn't a problem for Chantal. She came soon after he re-entered her. Chuck didn't even slow down, pounding her while she came. A minute after she calmed down a little, he pulled out and ate her some more. He seemed to love her taste, but I had to know. "She taste good to you babe?" I asked. "Here, have a taste," he said. He stuck two fingers deep into her pussy, then brought them to my mouth. Reluctantly, I sucked them clean. He did this a couple times, eventually deeply finger-fucking my mouth until he found my gag reflex. Then he made me beg to suck Chantal's cunt, even though I didn't want to. I felt so slutty, the words coming out of my mouth and sounding so genuine. Chuck rolled onto his back, and Chantal mounted him reverse cowgirl. I could see her pussy gripping his fat shaft, her lips dangling like, well, like a whore's. They humped each other, each doing part of the work. Her toned muscles rippled as she worked him, and her face wore a smile of pleasure. She looked at me, and leaned forward to play with my breasts while Chuck continued to slide in and out. Her long tongue tickled one nipple while her fingers roughly pinched the other. Then she switched. Soon, I was gasping in pleasure and pain. "Tell me you want to eat me again," she cooed. "Oh God, I don't... I want Chuck's cock in me." She laughed and bit a nipple oh-so-softly. "Tell me you want to stick your tongue in me." "Ohgawdno," I moaned. One of her hands had begun teasing me, sliding so much closer to my aching clit. "You know you want to," she said, "so just tell me." "C'mon babe," Chuck urged, "tell... her... you... want to... suck... her cunt." He was grunting as he slid long strokes deep into Chantal. "Don't make me!" I pleaded, not really sure if I didn't really want to do it. Just being so close to them fucking was making me crazy! "Do it," he said. "No... yes... yes, I want to eat you. Oh God!" She smiled again, a look of victory mixed with lust. She slid off Chuck's prick to bring her tongue to mine. She kissed me savagely, possessing me. At the same time, her fingers slid between my legs. Two fingers slipped into my soaking hole, and her thumb rubbed my clit. In seconds I was cumming hard, so hard I almost cried. I was totally shook up by the turn of events. In a daze, I understood that Chantal undid the scarf holding my arms up, and that she laid me on the bed. It still took a minute to realize she and I were in a 69 position, and that Chuck was again sliding in and out of her. This time, he was inches from my face. I stared for long moments at the beauty of sex so close to me. Her pussy was beautiful, and his cock was a work of art. Together, it seemed so right that one should please the other. Then, I lifted my head to kiss the fucking occurring just above me. When I began actively tonguing Chantal, she did the same to me. It felt so wonderful, even though I had just cum, that I stopped to enjoy it. However, when I stopped, so did she. I kissed her clit, and she resumed eating. I understood then what was happening. She was teaching me to equate eating her pussy with pleasure. I wasn't thinking straight, so that made perfect sense to me. I actually purred as I began lapping at the junction of her pussy and Chuck's cock. Every now and then, Chuck would pull out and drop his cock down for my attention. Eagerly, I sucked at his pussy-flavored dick. It was practically steaming hot! He would fuck my mouth for a minute, then lift his cock back to her opening. I saw how gaping open her pussy was, and soon when he pulled his cock out, a thin strand of juices would form a string. I couldn't believe myself, but I began to lunge up to suck in the sticky sap coming out. I had never felt so sexually liberated! Suddenly, Chantal's face was off my pussy. Chuck pulled her up, kissing her and fondling her lovely breasts. I slid slightly back so that I could kiss her clit. It was standing straight out! I heard her gasp, and it didn't seem to be from my suckling. Looking up again, I saw that her hair had fallen out of the loose knot, and Chuck had gripped it and was pulling her head back. Wow, he was being really forceful! He tossed her back down into the doggy position, then pulled back on her hair again to pull himself harder into her during his thrusts. She began to coo at him, "cum in me, cum in me." I slid back under, amazed at the intensity of the screwing. His cock was making wet sloppy sounds as it plunged in and out of her. It was like steel! I saw his balls swinging back and forth, and stuck a tongue out to lick those sweaty boys. That seemed to make him pump even more frantically. He was really close to cumming, and it would be a hard one! Then he was cumming, and the room was filled with his loud grunts and sounds of ecstasy. He didn't stop pumping, but his thrusts became more like stabs between squirts of semen. Soon, his cock was coated with white goo. I felt my face flush, for I knew what was next. Yeah, he pulled his cum-covered cock out of Chantal, and pushed it into my mouth. Honestly, it was entirely gross and yet even more entirely exciting. His cock was coated with the stuff of their union, and I sucked hungrily at it. The flavor was like a mixture of Chuck and Chantal. When he was clean, Chuck moved so that he could kiss me. I appreciated that, needing the affirmation of his affection after I had seen how much he enjoyed fucking another woman. His kiss was very tender, but then he was smiling wickedly. Chantal was still above me, her face on my thigh as she recovered from the screwing. Chuck stuck a finger in her box, coating it with the cum mix. "Open wide," he said. "Oh God," I moaned, knowing what he was thinking. I opened my mouth, tasting the goo from her canal, and now tasting it in a different light. Sometimes when we fuck, Chuck likes to go down on me afterward. He calls it "eating my creampie," and he will suck and lick until I am clean inside and out. I was certain that he was thinking I would take a turn at creampie eating, eating out Chantal's cum drenched box. "Put your hands behind your head," he told me. "Why?" "Just do it," he said, his voice not really inviting discussion. Slowly, I did as he asked, putting my hands behind my head. "Chantal, move a little back," he directed, and he helped her until she was kneeling astride my arms. My hands were locked behind my head, and when he had her spread her knees wider and press her pussy down, she was smothering me with her goo-filled pussy. I had only just accepted that Chuck wanted me to eat pussy, and now I was being smothered with a creampied one! Chuck had fucked her until she was gaping open, and so the cum was oozing out in prodigious amounts. Chantal's big lips nestled onto my cheeks, and in the right position, they formed a seal around my mouth. My nose settled between her asscheeks. All I could do was count on her mercy in order to breathe, and to gain her mercy, I learned, I had to work at eating her! To make matters worse/better, Chantal hunkered down to suck my cunt too. I felt such waves of pleasure, but I was unable to fully comprehend them because I had to frantically suck her slimy pussy. So, I felt myself gradually building in sexual tension, but wasn't able to get full relief. Unlike Chantal. Chantal loved my servicing her, and being in charge of my breathing. She found the right angle to make so that my gasps vibrated her clit. I was being totally used, pleasuring Chantal (and Chuck, who kept muttering from somewhere about how unbelievably sexy the situation was). It was a relief when Chantal finally came, even though the enormous load of cum was squeezed out of her pussy like toothpaste. I had only to clean that mess up, and she wearily climbed off my face. I laid flat on my back, feeling both exhausted from the emotional and physical tolls I'd paid. Chuck had a glass of champagne ready for Chantal, and they both sipped while discussing how to use me next. It was like I wasn't there. "You know what I'd like to see," Chantal offered. "What's that?" I looked over to see her smiling cruelly. "I'd like to see you stick that big cock of yours up her poop chute." "Really?" he asked, clearly liking the idea. "Yeah, but I'd like to see her doing it voluntarily, lowering herself onto you so that we know she's a slut who loves your cock in her ass." Chuck smiled devilishly. "Hmmmm, I bet she's nice and tight, even though she's been wearing that plug for a while." "I am sure she is," Chantal said. She turned to me. "You'd love to feel that cock of his in your ass, right?" Obviously, she expected me to beg for it. Chuck's face told me he wanted that too. I knew I was supposed to be his slut tonight. "Yeah, I'd really like to feel him in me." "How much?" she asked. "Enough to beg," I said. I begged him for ten minutes to let me stick his cock in my ass. I even showed how much I wanted it, sucking him and telling him I was trying to make him hard enough to do it. I felt so powerful somehow, feeling his dick getting hard from my begging. He laid on the bed while I pleaded and sucked him. When I got into a 69 with him, Chantal removed the plug and began to finger my asshole. I winced, feeling her prying my backdoor open but knowing it was necessary. Chuck meanwhile tongued my pussy, commenting on how wet I was getting. "It's because I want you in my ass," I hissed, shivering when he kissed my clit. "Move down to the corner and let me sit on your cock." Surprisingly, he did. He slid down to where I had been bound, his lower legs each dangling off a different side of the bed. Chantal pulled her fingers from my butt, and gave me a nudge. I slid down to there, and gripped the bedpost, squatting above Chuck's cock. Slowly, I lowered myself until I felt his dickhead against my opening. I settled a little, feeling the pressure increase and he slowly slid in. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, feeling myself being pushed open. It hurt and yet I wanted it so bad. I forced myself to go slow, watching Chantal's face as more and more crammed in. "You are such a slut," she told me, in admiration. "Oh, it hurts so good," I confessed, settling further down. I was glad the bedpost was there to give me balance, because the idea of slipping and falling onto Chuck's cock was appalling. And exciting. So it went until he was balls deep in my ass. I moved my feet out until I was sitting on his thighs, enjoying the feeling of my man in my taboo hole. Then I leaned back and kissed Chuck, feeling his hand reach around me begin to massage my clit. I was so damn aroused, I couldn't stand it! Chuck began to rock in and out, loosening me for the fucking to come. I began to sit up, wanting to hump him, but found that Chantal had moved to us. I laid back, letting her kiss me. Now I felt totally trampy, but it got better when her experienced fingers slid down to begin circling my clit. "Help me sit up," I gasped in a pause between deep kisses. She did, and then I told her to "eat my pussy." Now this was luxury, having the gorgeous and talented woman pleasuring me while I began humping Chuck. Chuck looked out at Chantal. "Lay on the bed so that you are in a 69," he said to her. Chantal did as he asked, and I slid off him to get into a 69 with her. My face was buried in her pussy when I felt my cheeks spread and Chuck pressed himself into me. I always love getting it doggy style. It feels so wonderfully submissive, like I am giving something up instead of receiving pleasure. In a 69 with Chantal, it felt even more so. Her mouth knew just how to please me, and eating her was wonderfully wicked. It was a total mindfuck, especially with Chuck screwing my ass. It was one huge taboo-breaker! It got very sweaty as Chuck fucked me. Beads of perspiration were on us as we were all moaning and grunting. I tried milking Chuck with my strong butt muscles, but then I began to get sore from the dry fucking. My anus was absorbing all the lube I had used, and Chuck wasn't giving me more! Just to increase the sense that I was being used regardless of my enjoyment, Chuck finally undid my French roll, then gripped my hair in his fingers. My back arched as he pulled me onto his cock. Oh, it felt so good! Chantal slid out from me, since I was already nearly vertical. Her lips found my nipples, and she began to chew on them. At the same time, her fingers slipped into my pussy, twirling around my slippery hole. Then they came to my mouth, making me suck my own juices off. It was total sensory overload! After only a few minutes of this, I surprised myself by shouting that I was cumming. Oh damn, it was the strongest in my life! Chantal's fingers were deep in me, pressing against my vaginal canal while I seemed to cum forever. To add the pleasure, Chuck began to grunt and I felt him throbbing in my ass. Compared to the raw fire my chafed asshole felt, his steamy semen was cool and soothing. I am not sure how it all ended. The force of my orgasm knocked me into a stupor. I think Chuck ate Chantal to another orgasm before she left. Chuck may have ass fucked me again, but maybe not. Despite my disorientation, I know it was a night to remember. **** Comments to creampiestories@yahoo.com are appreciated. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+