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Subject: {ASSM} " Creampie Engagement " (MF Rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 20:10:03 -0500
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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.

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Creampie Engagement
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"Oooooohhhhh," they said in unison.

"It's gorgeous!" Katy said.

"And so big!" Carol added.

They were marveling at my new engagement ring, which Clem had given me 
over the weekend.  It was nice, and it was big, but not obscenely big.  
It fit nicely on my finger, and sparkled like crazy.  It was a nearly 
flawless gem, and I was thrilled.  I was flushed with excitement, and 
so very happy my girlfriends could finally share my joy.

It was Katy who brought up the subject.  "I guess you two got things, 
um, 'worked out?'" she asked delicately.  On Thursday, my girlfriends 
had predicted that Clem and I wouldn't last the weekend, due to the 
'problem'.  Coming back from the long weekend engaged meant something 
had changed.

"Yes," I said, smiling even more broadly.  "Things worked out 
perfectly!"

BACK TO SATURDAY NIGHT

I could feel it building, starting in my toes.  Finally, I was going 
to cum while Clem was fucking me.  We had been together for eighteen 
months, and in that time I had never felt the satisfaction of cumming 
with him in me.  Part of it is that we hadn't really started having 
intercourse until a few months ago, so there hadn't been all that much 
opportunity.

However, on the other hand, he had already cum in me four times this 
weekend.

I could feel how sloppy I was inside, his cock not really giving me 
much friction vaginally.  But, he was sliding over my clit very 
nicely, and I could tell I was but minutes from orgasming.

Then I saw it start.  He got that stupid grin, and his eyes began to 
roll back in his head.  No!  Fuck no!

"No!  Fuck no!  Hold on baby!" I called to him, frantically bucking my 
hips against his thrusts.  "I am so close!" I whimpered, even as I 
knew it was useless.  The prick was cumming in me again!  "You 
prick!" I shouted in my disappointment.  "You came in me again!"

He collapsed, his weight falling onto me.  If I had cum, I would have 
felt so much pleasure from having my lover pressing on me.  I loved 
his manly weight, pressing my stomach, covering me, making me feel 
safe.

But, I hadn't cum, and the fuck head was smothering me!

"You fuck head!" I said.  "Get off me!"  This was the last straw.  The 
bastard had cum in me five goddamned times, and didn't even worry that 
I hadn't cum.  "You selfish bastard!  That makes five goddamned time.  
Get off me and give me your fucking underwear."

He rolled off me, and sat up, obviously drowsy.  "Why do you want my 
underwear?" he asked, concern creeping into his voice.

"Because I am fucking sick of your infantile inability to make me cum.  
I am sick to death of your fucking premature ejaculations!"  I thought 
about how I had worked with him this weekend, overlooking the first 
four squirts and then blowing him to get him hard again.  My 
girlfriends thought that his problem could be inexperience, that I was 
too good feeling inside.  They thought that if I could just get him 
used to my pussy, he would learn to hold on long enough.  "I'm going 
to get the hell out of here.  I want to wipe myself so that I don't 
ooze all the way home."  I wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry honey," he apologized, scooping up his underwear from the 
floor and holding it.  He looked torn, like he couldn't decide to give 
me the underwear or to say something.

"You know, I know you are sorry.  You are a sorry-assed piece of 
work."  I could see him flinch, and that my words had wounded him.  I 
wanted to take them back, but, you know?  I was still energized from 
being on the verge of cumming, and I guess I used my words to spend 
the energy.

"I'm sorry," he said, miserably.

"I am too," I said.  "I took you away this weekend hoping that a lot 
of fucking would change things, but it hasn't.  You just can't control 
yourself, and I can't take it.  I am sorry, but even though I love 
you, I can't see spending the rest of my life unhappy that you have 
this problem."  I felt his cum beginning to leak out, and my anger 
started to build again.  "Oh shit, I'm starting to leak," I said.  
"Give me your underwear and let's go back to the city."

He started to hand me his shorts, but then I saw him flip-flop.  I 
mean, it was as if he decided he had nothing to lose and so he steeled 
his nerves to say something.

"Hold on," he said, not looking me in the eyes.  "Do you want to know 
why I am cumming so quickly?"

It was a little too late for him to turn all honest and shit, but I 
thought I owed him a little time.  "Sure," I said, feeling his semen 
oozing from me, and resenting it.

He still didn't look at me, but he started talking.  "I don't know why 
I never told you; I suppose I was ashamed of it."  He paused, 
expecting me to encourage him, but I just wanted to let him hang 
himself with his words.  "I have this urge. this desire.  I." he 
stopped again, clearly flustered.  His courage was failing, and I 
found myself getting upset that he wouldn't just come out and say it.

"Just say it," I said, probably too harshly.

"OK," he agreed, regrouping mentally.  "It's like this.  I love you a 
lot, you know that."  Now he looked up at me, and I felt my defenses 
fall a tiny bit.  Obviously, remembering his love for me was an 
encouragement for him.  That was fucking romantic, dammit.  "I love 
you and I want you to be happy.  I love making love to you, and that's 
how I think of it, making love.  When we are naked, and enjoying each 
other, I promise myself that I am going to fuck you like a freaking 
stud, because I want you to be happy.  Being in you. the thought of it 
is enough to get me all hard, because I want to share that with you."  
He reached out to take my hand.

"Stop," I said.  I wanted to be mad at him, and his tenderness was 
getting in the way of it.  I pulled my hand back, and let him 
continue.

"But then, when I enter you, my fantasy starts.  I've had it for 
years, and I haven't been able to conquer it."  His eyes were pleading 
with mine for understanding.  He saw something in my eyes that let him 
go on.  "I. I keep thinking about how wet you get, and how much I love 
eating your pussy.  I just love eating you, you know."

Well, the SOB was being honest.  He did love eating my pussy, and he 
never failed to make me cum that way.  "I know," I agreed.

"So then I think about how much wetter you will be after I cum in 
you.."  He stopped talking, looking down with his ears getting all 
red.  He was very embarrassed, I knew, but why?

Oh my gosh!

"You want to eat me with your cum inside?!" I said, amazed.  He just 
nodded, once.  Wow!  "You want to eat your cum from me?" I asked, 
unable to believe it.  He nodded again, and now the part in his hair 
was even red.

His voice was almost in a whisper, but he explained.  "I think about 
how sexy it would be. having you so sloppy inside.  Your pussy gets so 
red when we screw, and so wide open.  I think about how hard your 
orgasm would be. I've read that the orgasm you get from that is really 
intense. and how much you would love it.."  He looked up at me, and 
his face was mottled, it was so flushed, but his eyes were blazing.  
"I think that 'this time I'm just gonna do it and she'll let me 
because she loves me', and then I cum.  I think about how much you 
love and would accept me, and I cum."  He ended miserably, as if he 
thought he was a fool for thinking I would accept his desire.

"You fucking idiot," I said, gently, lovingly.  "You were right. I'll 
let you do that, and love you for it too."  How could I remain mad at 
the man who loved me so much?

"I'm sooooo sorry," he sobbed, his pent up emotions finally bursting.  
I never loved him more than at that very moment, when he allowed 
himself to be real with me, to be real and to cry.

"I've never loved you more than right now," I said.

"Really?" he said, wonderment in his tear-choked voice.

"Yes," I replied, kissing him.

"You're not mad?" he asked, almost suspicious because I had let him 
off so easily.

"No, not mad, but you have to make amends," I said, feeling sly.

"Anything!" he said.

"Well, I do have this pussy all filled with your cum." I pointed out.  
I laid back, watching for his reaction.

He amazed me with how eagerly he got on his hands and knees, pressing 
his face into my crotch.  His tongue dipped into my dripping hole, 
stirring around, and then scooping out his own cum.  Frankly, it felt 
great.  No, better than great.  Especially, when he let out a moan of 
pleasure from the act.

His pussy eating was a lot different from his normal style.  He still 
knew how to cup my clit with his tongue, and to jiggle against my 
nerve endings, but now he was going deeper into me, pressing his 
entire face deep into me.  At the same time, he was using more lips 
and it just was wetter.  It was hotter and yet more soothing on my 
enflamed pussy.  It was like, "where have you been all my life?!"

My orgasm didn't start normally either.  Most times, I feel it begin 
at my toes and then well up.  This time, something clicked and I just 
came.  I mean, my entire womb seemed to convulse.  Even my nipples 
seemed to pop, like those timer things on a Butterball turkey.  It was 
a complete orgasm like I'd never felt before.

It was so intense that I was a little disoriented.  I heard his voice, 
as if it was calling me back to earth.

"Mmmmm, baby, you just fucking gushed!"  He sounded so enthusiastic.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologized.  I wasn't really sorry to have had such 
an amazing orgasm, but I thought it would be a bit nasty to have 
gushed out what was inside me.

"Are you kidding?" he said, looking up at me from my pussy.  His face 
was shiny, as if it were coated in something.  Shit!  It was our cum!  
"It was the best sex I've ever had. thank you for letting me eat you 
like this."  He smiled broadly, and took a deeply lick between my lips 
as if to emphasize it.

I felt a tingle, like I hadn't expended all my orgasm and like I was 
almost ready to cum again.  "Are you sure?  Isn't it disgusting?"

"You want a taste?" he said, pushing the tip of his tongue against my 
clit.  God, it felt good.

"OK," I said, wanting to show I accepted this part of him.  He spread 
my lips apart, stretching me open.  Then, he pressed he lips around my 
hole and sucked.  He sucked more cum from me!  Then, he quickly 
scrambled up and put his mouth over mine.

I had often been tempted to spit a guy's cum back into his mouth after 
he came in mine.  Katy said it was called a snowball.  I'd thought 
about it, getting a little thrill from making him eat his own cum.  
But when Clem spit some of our cum into my mouth, it hit me that he 
had done just that!  The cream he shared with me tasted of him and me 
together.  I mean, it was strongly my taste, but it was his too.  And 
it was thrilling to have him frenching me and knowing that he'd just 
done that. that, cum-eating thing.

And, oh my gosh, I was thrilled to feel his cock sliding into me!  
Holy shit, he was hard again!  I mean, he must have cum no more than 
five minutes ago and there was no doubt he was rock hard.  I loved it!

"Do you hate it?" he asked, sliding his prick slowly in and out.

"Mmmmm, I love it," I replied, closing my eyes and enjoying the 
feeling of having him in me.

"I mean, having me go down on you after we make love?"

I opened my eyes, and took his face in mine.  I felt him press into me 
all the way as we kissed.  "I loved it; I love you."  He just smiled.  
"But, you know, I think it will feel a lot better if you fuck me until 
I am a little more raw."  I was already imagining how nice his tongue 
would feel on a tender, well-fucked pussy.

"How about we see?" he said.

Freed of his fantasy--it was now reality, after all--Clem fucked me 
for almost an hour.  I came twice on his cock, with my orgasms coming 
more rapidly and powerfully each time.  It was a dream, having him 
screw me in so many positions, touching so many parts of my insides.  
He told me he was almost numb, having been so hard for so long.  And 
yet, when I had him lay on his back and I told him I was gonna sit on 
his face when he came in me, he pumped me full of his remaining seed.

Then he ate me until I came twice more and fell asleep.

We fucked again in the morning, more positions, more orgasms.  And 
then we returned to the city, but stopped at a scenic overlook where 
he proposed to me.  And I accepted.  On a whim, I knelt and sucked him 
off, then shared his cum with him.  We accepted each other, fully.

NOW, AGAIN

"Yes," I said, smiling even more broadly.  "Things worked out 
perfectly!"




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