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{ASSM} "Creampie Frustration" (MF FF FFM bond Ds) by
Creampie Eater
(C)2000 Creampie Eater, all rights reserved. No posting
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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:

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Creampie Frustration
--------------------

I don't know what I had done to deserve such
frustration. It was intense, it was erotic, it was...
frustrating.

I loved our new house, and especially our new master
bedroom. Our kingsize four-poster didn't come close to
filling it. Joon-Lee was able to decorate it to her
tastes, which meant a few sumptuous deep rugs on the
hardwood floors. I was now laying on one of those
rugs, the one placed near the foot of the bed. I was
face-up, my hands cuffed to my sides and my ankles
cuffed to the foot posts on the bed

Joon-Lee had started the gas fire, then knelt besides
me. Her pretty face had a serene look to it, framed by
her blunt bangs and silky hair that partially covered
her cheeks. Her oval eyes looked at me affectionately
as she slid her fist slowly back and forth on my
lubricated cock, not fast enough to make me cum but
with enough effort to make me wish I could cum.

"I love your cock," she said idly. "I love that you
are so hard."

"I'm ready to put it to good use," I smiled.

"Oh, not yet," she replied with a mysterious smile.
She squeezed my cock, and milked out a little precum.
Then she wiped her hand on my stomach. She stood and
slowly pulled off her panties. Her beautiful pussy was
visible beneath her light downy pubic hairs. I watched
her wordlessly as she wiped her pussy with her cotton
panties. Already I could smell her fragrance. My sweet
Joon-Lee was hot tonight!

She knelt again, and looked down at me. "I love you,"
she whispered, before putting her lips to mine. It was
a gentle kiss, arousing my soul more than my
sexuality. I was lost in her world, her hair making a
tent that excluded everything else. I wanted it to
last.

Instead, it ended, and too soon. She broke the kiss,
and without any more words, stuffed her flavored
panties into my mouth. I probably could have ejected
them with my tongue, but her flavor and my desire to
see what else would happen distracted me.

Joon-Lee went to our "toy drawer," and extracted her
egg-shaped vibrator. I had been surprised when she
restrained my wrists at my waist. Normally, we liked
the physicalness of being spread-eagle, so waist
restraints were uncommon. Now, though, I understood.
Joon-Lee faced away from the bed, her knees outside my
shoulders. In this position, I had a perfect view of
her pussy. In a spread-eagle position, she would have
been sitting on my arms, but now I was comfortably
awaiting her next move.

She used her fingers to massage her cunt, her index
and ring fingers spreading her lips apart while her
middle finger alternated between sinking inside and
bumping her clit. Watching her flesh become a gorgeous
healthy pink was a huge turn-on, but I was unable to
touch myself.

She turned on the vibrator, the steady hum reaching my
ears. I could only watch as she ran the device over
her sex. Sometimes she circled her clit, other times
she pressed it between her lips. I saw her pussy
wetten even more, droplets of excitement forming. She
began to tease her opening, pressing a little way in
and then beginning the cycle again. Little by little
she pressed firmer, pushing more and more in. Finally,
I saw it enter her, and listened to her gasp of
surprised pleasure when it sank in. I expected her to
pull it out right away, but her agenda was different.
She kept it in, her pelvis rocking as if fucking air.
Her pussy was now gushing, but that wasn't capturing
my attention even though it looked like I would soon
be dripped upon. My attention was on her blood red
nails, which looked to be tickling and scratching her
clit. I saw her flick a fingernail over the pink
button, and then her thumb and index finger pinched
it! I would never have been so rough, but I was
learning. Her gasps were of pleasure, not pain.

Soon, Joon-Lee shook in orgasm. To my surprise and
excitement, she actually expelled the egg-shaped
vibrator! It was followed by a gush of scalding
liquid, which poured onto me. Only a little reached my
lips, and I desperately wanted to clamp my mouth over
her hole and suck. Instead, I was again frustrated.

Joon-Lee rubbed her drenched pussy, making her naked
pubic flesh shiny. Her lips are normally hidden, but
in her excited state they flower like an orchid.
Inwardly hating myself for being weak, I found myself
begging her to lick her. I'd do anything, I said, for
the chance to run my tongue through her lush valley.

Instead, with that same knowing smile, she ran plunged
her finger between her folds, then showed me the
moisture coating it. Then, she ran it just below my
nose, coating my upper mustache with her scent. Oh
God! She was going to let me smell it! I inhaled
deeply, which was a mistake because it increased my
desire while I was still powerless to satisfy it.

Going back to the toy drawer, she rummaged around then
pulled out our strap-on harness. Oh my! My mouth went
suddenly dry and my moans and groans stopped
immediately. Joon-Lee giggled merrily at me, knowing
that I hated the instrument that would be attached. I
hated how shamed I felt at the pleasure I endured. I
hated that she was so good at it, and how I begged her
to do me like a cheap tramp. Each time, I would
protest, hoping to save my masculinity before
submitting totally to the waves of pleasure that would
rock me. The loss of control terrified me and yet
fulfilled me like nothing else.

Joon-Lee pulled out of the drawer a moderately sized
supple jelly dildo, compatible with the cursed
harness. She knelt beside me, and locked eyes with me.
Then she slowly made oral love to the toy, her tongue
and lips pleasing the toy exactly how I wished I could
be pleased. If she did that to me, I would squirt
within minutes.

Instead, she pulled it out and offered it to me. I
clamped my mouth shut around the panty gag, unwilling
to be "that way" for her. "You no like?" she queried.
I shook my head, and in response she smiled. "You
will," she promised, "you will."

Leaving the harness beside my face on the floor,
Joon-Lee sat on the edge of the bed. She sat back, and
began a most horrible torture. She began to please
herself with the dildo, while giving me a perfect
view! I watched as she teased her hole, then filled
it. I listened to her little cries and sighs, knowing
she was finding satisfaction without me. I saw it
plunge in and out, getting ridiculously wet and
slippery.

She stopped briefly, and retrieved the egg-shaped
vibrator. She used this on her clit, while vigorously
pumping in and out with the dildo. I saw, heard, smelt
her get closer to orgasm. Once, she pulled it out and
showed me her gaping opening, pulling her lips apart
like butterfly wings. Then with a moan of
satisfaction, she filled herself again. And again. It
was awful.

I was so engrossed in the display that I didn't hear
the person enter our room. So I was shocked to hear,
"well, that looks fun." I turned my head to try to see
the person, nearly wrenching my neck. I couldn't, but
I could recognize the voice that said "are you sure
you wouldn't want me to help?"

She stepped in then, into my view. Even with her Mardi
Gras eyemask on, I knew it was Theresa. There was no
mistaking that lilting, laughing voice, that wry
smile, that cascade of red curls. Her body, even
clothed, was recognizable. I even recognized the
"fuck-me" shoes she wore. My poor addled brain
couldn't decide between shock that she should see us
in so intimate a situation, embarrassment that she
could see the pool of oozing precum on my stomach, and
extreme horniness that this sexy woman would offer to
help my wife get off. I finally decided on the latter
emotion, and wished I could stroke myself once so that
I could get off. I felt the need to squirt the pent-up
gallon of juice boiling inside my nuts.

"MMMmmmm," Joon-Lee said, not at all surprised to see
the intruder, "that sounds really nice". We had
fantasized together about having someone join us, and
clearly Joon-Lee has decided now was the time to try
it. Of course, she had picked a time when I couldn't
participate. Sexy frustration was another of our
fantasies, and putting them together... Joon-Lee was too
clever for my own good.

Theresa squatted next to me, smirking at my
predicament. "Looks like big boy here has a little
problem." She took her red finger nail and ran it
wide-wise through my pee-hole, capturing my precum in
the underside. OhMyGod it hurt and excited me at the
same time. I let out a muffled groan, shaking with
need.

I watched as her tongue extended and swirled around in
the precum. Theresa has a very pointy tongue, and I
could see it dip into the ooze. She was watching my
reaction, and gave me a sly smile as I stared, my eyes
probably wild. She glanced away for a second, then
turned back and watched as I followed her finger. It
left her mouth and went slowly to Joon-Lee's cunt.
Joon-Lee had resumed stuffing the dildo in deeply, and
touched her hand. I saw Joon-Lee shake a little, now
startled to be so close to her first "experience."

Joon-Lee moved her hand away, and Theresa gripped it
the toy. I didn't think I could breathe as I watched
Theresa pump it a little, then pull it out.
Mesmerized, I could feel her eyes on mine when she
slid the toy into her mouth. I couldn't take my eyes
from the picture of the slick dildo being sucked into
Theresa's red-lipped mouth.

I needed to cum, and bad.

But it wasn't Joon-Lee's plan.

"Does it taste good to you?" she asked sweetly,
sitting up to watch.

"Mmmmm, yeah baby," Theresa said. "It's like a
pussy-sicle," she laughed.

"Can I try a Theresa-sicle?" Joon-Lee asked. Oh My!

"Are you sure?" Theresa asked. "Are you sure you want
to taste my pussy?" I think she asked for my benefit.

"Well," Joon-Lee smiled, "I can start with the
Theresa-sicle and then lick your pussy, OK?"

"How about the other way first? I think I want your
tongue to loosen me up a bit."

"Perfect," Joon-Lee agreed. She slid off the bed and
knelt on the otherside of me. She leaned over me and
brushed Theresa's curls from her face, and cupped her
cheeks. My precious wife then kissed Theresa, and
passionately. Both girls giggled nervously, then
kissed again. And again. Then for a long time. And all
I could do was watch and ooze fluid and moan quietly.

"Oh shit," Theresa complained, "I'm all sweaty."

"Maybe you should take off some clothes?" Joon-Lee
suggested. Silently, but smiling, Theresa stood up,
and Joon-Lee followed. I think they were following a
script, but if so it was the sexiest script I'd ever
seen. Joon-Lee pulled off Theresa's clothes, kissing
the revealed flesh. When Theresa's breasts were
revealed, Joon-Lee showed she had a remarkable talent
for sucking nipples. She worked Theresa's nipples up
to red buds, hard but aching.

Next of course was Theresa's skirt. They made a
complete game of it, teasing me mercilessly and
spending five minutes doing something that Theresa
could have done solo in five seconds. Finally, I saw
Theresa's pussy for the first time, and it was worth
the wait. Her husband obviously enjoyed her quite
often; I don't often use the term fuck-hole, but that
is what she had. She had dangling lips, surrounding a
well-used opening which was now oozing girl-juice. 

"You like it?" she asked me in response to my needful
groans. "Wanna closer look, baby?" She squatted above
my face, then used her fingers to pull her pussy open.
A syrupy strand dripped out, hitting the bridge of my
nose. She looked down, saw the strand, and gave me a
wicked smile. "Here," she said, "have a good sniff."
She settled herself, lowering onto my nose, so that my
nose snuggled up and into her steaming pussy. 

With my mouth filled with Joon-Lee's panties, it was
hard to breathe, but I hardly noticed. It was
intensely erotic, the sort of thing that could make me
cover my stomach with semen on a single touch. The
problem was, I couldn't touch myself. I could just lay
there and let her define my world, let her hump my
nose. Let her drown me in her hot steaming juices as
they seeped through the panties.

"He is so hard," I heard Theresa say as she ground
against my face. "Can I touch him?"

I could imagine Joon-Lee shaking her head, her long
hair forming a tornado. "No, because he will cum and
the fun will be over."

"Mmmmm, then I have an idea," replied Theresa, lifting
off my face. I saw Joon-Lee's eyes on my face, and I
wished I could smile at her. Theresa knelt next to me
and extended that long tongue to my nipple, gently
pushing it back and forth. It was excruciatingly
gentle, and I let out a deep guttural moan of need. I
had been doing that increasingly frequently.

"That is a good idea," said Joon-Lee. She went to the
other side, still staring at my face. Instead of
teasing my nipple, she began to slowly lick Theresa's
juices from my face. I am normally pretty ticklish
during face-licking, but this was something else. I
could see how much she was enjoying it... she was
enjoying the flavor of another woman's pussy. Instead
of squirming because I was ticklish, I began to
convulsively pump my hips, wanting to explode.

"I think you should beg," Joon-Lee said, staring
deeply into my eyes. "Maybe soon I will let you cum."
She pulled out her panties and I couldn't help the
rush of pleading and begging I did. Oh God, I was so
hot. I tried all the different ways I knew to convince
her to let me cum, but she just got that mysterious
smile again. "I don't think it is quite time, lover,"
she told me.

Instead, she took advantage of my now-freed tongue.
She sat over my face, and I pushed myself into her.
Wow, she was sooooooo wet! I used the burning heat of
her cunt to drive the feeling of Theresa's tit-torture
from my mind. Almost. I felt Joon-Lee hump a little,
and then a mouth-filling flood of her slime came out.
It was so delicious, so rewarding, so frustrating in
contrast to my own inability to cum.

Instead of rewarding me, Joon-Lee heightened my
frustration. She began working over my other nipple!
Her technique was just as tender as Theresa's, at
first. Then she began to nip, and tug at them. It was
delightfully painful, my tips being so supersensitive.

To make it worse, Theresa slid down to lay on her side
next to me. I felt her knee slide on top of my body,
covering me but remaining far away from my sore
muscle. Her long tongue now went into my ear, swirling
around and around and making me crazy. My begging
became nothing more than pleads that interrupted my
moans.

"Do you know what I'm going to do next?" she asked me
softly, so only I could hear.

"No...." I murmured.

"I am going to lay on the bed and spread my legs, and
let your wide Joon-Lee eat her first girl."

"Oh god," I managed to gasp.

I could almost feel her smile on my ear. "Yes, and she
will love doing it."

I couldn't even reply. The long-standing image of
Joon-Lee, eating another woman....

Theresa, true to her word, stood up and then bent down
to encourage Joon-Lee to stand too. I watched them
kiss, and then Theresa got up onto the bed. I couldn't
see her lay down, because she slid up out of sight.
"C'mon honey, c'mon and eat this pussy of mine."

I couldn't see! I could only see Joon-Lee carefully
step over my legs, standing astride them as she leaned
onto the bed. Then I could hear Theresa encouraging
her, telling her she wanted to and then "Ah! Oh
yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!" Joon-Lee was eating a pussy,
finally. Out of sight. Fuck!

 From time to time I could see Theresa's feet as she
raised her legs. And I could always hear their dialog
("oh yeah, suck it" and "is that right? Mmmmm you
taste so good" and "you are sooooo wet"). But what was
really capturing my attention was Joon-Lee's own
pussy. It was dripping, literally dripping her honey,
and it was a vivid pink with her petals blossoming.
Joon-Lee was loving her role as pussy eater, licking
the sap from her good friend.

I needed to cum!

I heard Theresa build up to an orgasm and then blow
right past it. She grunted and called out, and the bed
squeaked as she thrashed. Joon-Lee was moaning and
making loud smacking sounds as she encouraged her to
keep cumming. And then, it began to decline a bit as
Theresa's orgasm weakened.

Joon-Lee stopped, and came off the bed. I saw her
face, covered with Theresa's juices, and then her
tongue was in my mouth. I tasted Theresa on her as she
kissed me intensely. She let me lick her face,
cleaning it of the juices. "Do you like?" she asked
me.

"Oh honey... I cannot even tell you how much..."

"Good," she laughed, "because I need more."

Theresa was sitting up by now, looking at us. Her face
was red with release, and she was grinning broadly. I
couldn't see properly through the mask, but her eyes
looked glazed. "C'mon Joon-Lee... I want you to sit on
my face."

With a final kiss, I watched my glorious wife climb
aboard the bed again. She slid over, and knelt astride
Theresa's mouth facing me. I could see her mouth form
a wide "O" of pleasure, and then she grinned. "Mmmmm,
that feels so nice," she murmured, giving a little
shiver. After a few minutes, she started sliding her
pussy back and forth, and the hidden Theresa tongued
her closer to orgasm. I could see Joon-Lee's nipples
hardening, her fingers pinching and pulling them, and
her facial expressions. I couldn't see much else.

I was begging by now, begging to cum, begging to
watch, begging for anything beyond the massive arousal
I was feeling. I must have gotten to my bride, because
when I thought she was about to cum, her eyes focused
on mine and she gave me a kissing purse of her lips.
But my hopes were dashed when she leaned down and
pressed her tongue into Theresa. Her hair tumbled down
until I saw only her part. I wasn't privy to the view,
but could only hear Theresa's animal-like moans as
Joon-Lee pleased her.

Soon enough, the tumbled over and Theresa was on
Joon-Lee's face. I could see her buttocks flex as she
ground against her. My begging became moans, listening
to Theresa again telling Joon-Lee that she was a good
pussy eater. I listened as they each came

"Oh stop, you guys... you are KILLING me!" I implored.

"What?" Theresa panted, "you don't like watching two
women going at it? I thought all guys liked that."

"But I can't see anything," I whined.

Joon-Lee slid out from beneath Theresa. "Oh honey,
would you like a closer look?" she asked.

"OhGodYeah," I confirmed.

Joon-Lee looked over at her lover, and smiled. "I
think we can get closer...." She slid off the bed, gave
me a quick pussy-flavored kiss, and laid next to me.
Then, Theresa knelt astride her and they went into a
69. To my horror, I realized Theresa's thighs blocked
all views!

They were just kidding, thankfully. After a minute of
my hoarse pleading, the stopped. They sat up next to
me, idly playing with my super-sensitive nipple.
Joon-Lee looked to Theresa, got that wicked gleam, and
asked, "So, are you ready to get fucked?"

"Oooohh honey! That would be fantastic!"

"I was hoping you'd say that," Joon-Lee replied.

My exuberation was short-lived, because I realized
that the "male" in the action would be Joon-Lee with
her strap-on. Theresa laid on the bed, and put her
ankles on Joon-Lee's shoulders. I couldn't even see
when Theresa let out a long satisfied growl as the fat
dildo went in.

A man can only take so much. I had endured a lot of
frustration, and my cock hurt from the long erection
it had sustained. Joon-Lee fucked Theresa for a long
time, and finally I just stopped caring. I even began
to deflate. Joon-Lee eventually noticed and had to
take steps. It was her goal to make me maximally
frustrated, and having me flaccid just wouldn't do.
She stopped then, and pulled out of Theresa to begin
to torment me more directly. Either that, or she was
tired.

The dildo she now presented to me to suck on was
attached like a cock. It was covered with Theresa's
fuck juices, and it practically was steaming from
heavy use. In short, when she put it against my lips
and asked me to clean it, I did.

"Oh my goodness," Theresa said in a highly mocking
tone, "your hubby sure likes cock." She said this as I
was sucking her juices off it, my lips wrapped around
the head.

"He'll be quite the slut, when motivated," Joon-Lee
laughed. She pushed the toy in deeper, making me gag a
little, and laughed again. She fucked my mouth, noting
how hard I was getting again. "Come here and put this
on."

Theresa did, eagerly strapping on the harness. As she
did, Joon-Lee knelt astride my face, letting me lick
her. She was sopping wet, every lick bringing away a
tongueful off honey. When Theresa had the strap-on
affixed firmly, she shoved it into Joon-Lee, who was
still over my face. I was able to suck at her even as
the cock went in and out. I found myself moaning, but
not as much as my bride. The stuffing she was getting
from Theresa combined with my eager pleasuring led her
to a quick and strong orgasm.

It was amazing to watch from so close, and frustrating
too. The idle vision of a another man fucking her in
this way, cumming in her and pulling out to let me eat
his cum from her (and--blush--him!) crossed my mind,
and I felt a squirt of precum ooze from my penis slit.
I had never before considered sharing her with a man,
but from now on, I would.

While Joon-Lee recovered from her orgasm, Theresa
removed the strap-on. "This was fun," she said, "but I
need the real thing."

Joon-Lee smiled at her. "Would you like to have him
cum in you and then be cleaned out?"

"Oh God honey!" I exclaimed.

"MMMmmmmm, that sounds perfect. He'll cum quick and
then I'll cum being eaten."

"Honey!" I exclaimed again. I didn't want her to offer
something she'd regret. I'd never cheated on her, and
I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Joon-Lee stopped my protests by covering my mouth with
hers. I felt Theresa carefully point my head up, even
as Joon-Lee probed my mouth with her tongue. It let me
ignore the intense pleasure I felt as Theresa settled
onto me, her cunt swallowing my meat.

I tried to remain distracted, tried to remain a calm
stud as she humped me. Theresa seemed intent on making
me cum quickly, her pussy muscles expertly milking my
cock ad coaxing my seed out. I felt her fingers grip
my nipples, pinching, pulling, and twisting, and I
lost it. I let out a growl, ineffective with Joon-Lee
frenching me, and stabbed into Theresa who whooped
with excitement.

In seconds I was cumming in a massive orgasm. I
spasmed over and over, filling Theresa with my
long-awaited ejaculate. It was so powerful and
satisfying that I lost complete awareness. I entered
into that foggy zone where everything is perfect. All
I knew was that I was cumming, and finally I didn't
even know that.

When I snapped out of it, I was almost completely
flaccid. Joon-Lee was still kissing me, but when she
saw I was cogent again, she smiled that sly smile yet
again. She laid on her back, and Theresa, now filled
to overflowing with a gooey creampie, pulled off my
shrunken cork.

In disbelief I saw her kneel astride Joon-Lee, who
began to guzzle down the creampie! Again, I couldn't
see, could only hear their combined purrs and gasps.
Joon-Lee moaned about how sexy it was to eat a
creampie, and Theresa chimed in with encouragement
("oh yeah, eat that cum... eat it..."). 

In a few minutes I was erect again, my orgasm
insufficient to release all my need. Theresa leaned
over and sucked me, cleaning my cock of the creampie
coating it. Joon-Lee, somehow aware I was ready for
action, pushed off Theresa and quickly mounted me.

This was a wonderful fuck, long and hot and wet.
Theresa sat on my face, letting me complete the
cleaning until she came again. I daresay she was worn
out! Even exhausted, though, she had strength enough
to release my feet, and then my hands. Unbound, I
rolled on top of Joon-Lee and gave her a proper
fucking.

This was real love-making. It was emotional, every
thrust expressing my love. Theresa watched for a
while, then collected her clothes and left, apparently
feeling she was intruding on a sensitive moment.

Our love-making was long-lasting, as was the tonguing
I gave her pussy when I filled it with only my second
orgasm of the night. That was a creampie well worth
waiting for.



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