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Subject: {ASSM} "Caren Creampie" (MF nc?) by Creampie Eater
Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 11:10:09 -0500
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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:

This is one of about five planned Christmas stories.  I hope to get 
them all done by Christmas. :)  I will post them first to my Yahoo 
club, and then to here, and then to my archive:

http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/CreampieStories
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www

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) 2001 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.

Caren Creampie

"Merry Christmas," I smiled, shaking Mitch's hand.  "I am glad you 
could make it down."  Mitch and his wife Caren had traveled all the 
way from Dallas to make our Annual Christmas Party.
 
"I am too," he said, moving past me to hug my wife Perra.

That left me free to welcome Caren, who was still outside, smiling 
brightly at me.  "Merry Christmas," I said, reaching for her.

"Merry Christmas, Clllleeeemmmmm," she said, in that sing-song-y voice 
of hers.  She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close.  I was 
instantly intoxicated by her perfume, but I was even headier being in 
an embrace with her.

I consider Caren to be one of the sexiest women I know.  She isn't a 
young hottie, her body is nice for her 35 years but not ultra-fit, and 
her face shows laugh lines.  I lusted mightily for her because of her 
wit and intelligence.  She was playfully sexy, and we had a huge 
erotic tension thing going on between us that we both delighted in 
playing to the hilt.

When I went to kiss her cheek, she turned her face to brush my lips 
with her, which I thought dangerous with her husband three feet away.  
That was nothing compared to the casual squeeze she gave my crotch as 
we disentangled!  She was obviously on fire.

"Careful!" I warned softly.  "I'm so happy you could come!" I said 
louder.

"How do you spell 'cum'?" she bubbled blithely, her bright eyes the 
only acknowledgement that the squeeze was intentional.  She slipped 
past me, announcing that she was going to see what shots I had for 
her.

Every year I selected a shot for my guests to do.  Every year, it has 
a sexy name.  Every year, Caren does too many shots and I benefit from 
her lack of inhibitions.  It is a winner all around.  The year, the 
shot was a ____________________, and I was sure Caren would approve.

She and I each did three shots, then the pressure of being a host 
distracted me.  We connected briefly during the night, but only 
briefly.  Once, when I went out into the garage to retrieve more Pinot 
Grigio from the outside fridge, she followed.

For a few moments, we french kissed like the lovers we had become.  
Only a couple months earlier, I had helped her move into her new house 
in Dallas.  We had finally consummated our relationship, and I had 
introduced her to the pleasure of having her creampie eaten.  Now, I 
wasn't sure if she considered me a freak; not all guys loved sucking 
their cum from a pussy.  She put my mind to rest.

"I need you to fuck me and eat me afterwards," she said, her words 
slightly off kilter.  She grabbed my face and shoved her tongue into 
my mouth as an exclamation point.

"I guess you liked it?" I laughed when we finally stopped to catch our 
breath.  I began to worry we would be missed.

"Liked it?  I loved it!" she said, smiling.  "I tried to get Mitch to 
do it, but he is too uptight."  Her smile turned coy.  "Not like you.  
You fuckin' turn me on."  The obscenity, coming from her, was very 
sexy.

"You fuckin' turn me on too," I replied.  "I hope I get to fill you up 
later," I apologized, "but I gotta get back before Perra misses me."

"I'm warning you," she said, her words again off-kilter, "if you don't 
do it soon..."  She stopped, but wagged a finger in my face.

I took her finger and kissed it lightly.  "What'll you do, Caren?" I 
smiled at her.

"If you don't do it soon, someone else will deposit a load for you to 
eat."

Oh.  My. God!  I about came on the spot!  It was so unexpected, and it 
hit so many of my fantasies, that I was floored.  I stood, slack-
jawed, until she grabbed my face again and kissed me hard.  "Think 
about it," she said, laughing at me.

"I will," I whispered to her back, for she had turned to go back 
inside, leaving me still thunderstruck.  Caren was outrageous, but 
this was more outrageous than even Caren would be.

Again, the party soon had me forgetting about Caren, although I saw 
her looking at me several times.  I could only shrug from across the 
room.  She arched her eyebrows, warning me.  I was helpless, despite 
my intense desire to be with her, creampie eating or not.

Finally, later--much later--I decided to make my move.  I went to the 
bar, thinking I'd catch her there.  Instead, I found only empty liquor 
bottles and empty shot glasses; the aftermath of Caren's drinking.  I 
looked around the house, searching for her without luck.

I returned to the bar, and pensively stared at nothing as I thought.  
Mitch was around, so she hadn't left the party.  Gradually, a 
fluttering movement outside caught my eye.  I focused and saw it was 
Caren, peaking in the bay window and trying to get my attention.  I 
looked around to see if I was being watched, and decided I wasn't.  I 
went out through the garage, finding Caren waiting for me.

"Come here!" she insisted.  She led me around to the dark side of the 
house.

"What are you doing out here," I smiled, thinking she had found a 
great place for us to screw.  Unfortunately, she was in a mild panic.

"What will I do?" she hissed.  "Look!"

I looked down her front.   She was wearing a long antique-white 
sweater dress, which was bunched up in the front where her hand was in 
her crotch.  She pulled it away, and waved her hand at me.  I saw it 
was slick with cum!

"Holy shit!" I said, startled.  "What did you do?!"

"I was mad at you for ignoring me, and when a guy came on to me, I let 
him fuck me out here."  She was near tears, although I didn't know why 
yet.  "I didn't know what to do, dripping cum!  I couldn't put on my 
panties, because Mitch asked me to wear them--he loves me to wear them 
because he knows I'll be a total slut when I get home."

I knew the situation.  Perra had some sexy things I loved her to wear 
when we went out.  It was like a signal that I was going to get lucky.  
She'd let me remove them when we got home and the sex was always hot.  
How funny that Mitch shared my kink!  I wondered if Caren and Perra 
had come up with the idea jointly.

"Mitch would know you'd fucked if they were filled with cum."

"Exactly!" she whimpered.  "Then, when I was figuring out what to do, 
another guy came out to smoke a cigarette.  He found me out here, and 
I had to let him fuck me or else he'd tell!"

I was shocked!  I didn't want to think anyone I knew would blackmail 
her like that.  My mind was racing, thinking about all the men I knew 
at the party, figuring out which of them smoked.

I was still thinking hard when she interrupted my thoughts.  "Clem! 
What am I going to do?  What am I going to do?"  Her voice had risen 
two octaves in her panic.

Obviously, the first thing to do was to calm her down.

"Calm down, Caren," I said as soothingly as possible.  "It'll work 
out.  I'll get a douche from Perra's stockpile, and a maxi pad too, so 
that any leaking is caught.  Then you can throw it away and Mitch'll 
never know."

"I knew you'd know what to do," she sniffed.

"I do know what to do, or at least what I'd like to do..." I smiled.  I 
gently gripped her hand and began to kiss and lick away the cum from 
her fingers.  "I know you'd like my idea," I said softly.

She seemed dumbfounded, turned on and rapidly shedding her panic.  "I 
was only teasing about having you clean a guy's cum from me," she 
murmured.  Her flashing eyes hoped that I had taken the threat 
seriously.

"Will you think less of me if I do it?" I asked, arching my eyebrows.

"No," she smiled, "I'll think you are the sexiest, most self-assured 
man I've ever known."  She'd lost all her panic.  I'd have bet 
anything that having me eat Mitch's--or any other guy's--cum was a 
fantasy she'd developed since I'd been with her.

"That's more like it," I complimented.  "Come here," I said, leading 
her to the brick wall.  "Hold up your dress and let me at ya!"

She did as she was told, leaning against the wall and holding up her 
dress.  She thrust out her hips, giving me access to her dripping 
honey pot.  I squatted, and rubbed her legs as I leaned in.

I tongued and sucked her sloppy pussy.  The taste was very strongly of 
sperm, since she had a couple loads in her.  The guys had emptied 
their balls, it seemed.  That got me to thinking about how nasty it 
was to eat another guy's cum!  Of course, that realization was 
thrilling. 

"Oh yeah," she panted as I split her lips with my tongue and probed 
deeply, "eat me.  Suck me."

I pressed both thumbs into her fuckhole, and pulled her open.  She 
gasped and ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked hard at her.  
Then I lapped wetly at her clit.  She ground hard at my face, her 
breath coming in sharply when I connected with her bud.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked, my words coming out in a pleading whine.  
"Can I fuck your sloppy pussy and then eat you some more?"

"Oh God yeah," she panted.  I stood and quickly unbuckled my pants 
while she sucked and licked my tongue and lips.  She wanted the 
creampie flavor too!

Dropping my pants, I slid inside her, separating her vulva.  We both 
gasped at the pleasure.  The standing position was unusual, but it 
afforded her a lot of pressure on her clit.  My dick head felt very 
wet, but I couldn't get deep inside.  The wet sensation, though, was 
wicked and reminded me that I was getting sloppy seconds.  Sloppy 
thirds!

Soon I came hard, spraying my cum shallowly inside.  It was very 
satisfying after a night of teasing, desiring, and finally tasting.  
Caren kept cooing at me, "cum baby" over and over as I shook.

Finally, I dropped wearily to begin cleaning my own cum out.  I saw 
the creampie begin to form, and watched as it began to drip out in a 
long strand.  Sadly, I missed that first tasty dollop.   I caught all 
the rest though, every damn drop.

I was licking deep inside her when Caren finally came.  That was so 
cool, to feel her canal gripping my tongue!  Then, I got busy gobbling 
up the expelled creampie.  What a perfect quickie!

I left her leaning against the wall, and went back into the garage.  I 
used a shop rag to wipe my face as clean as I could, then went back 
into the house.  I went up to the linen closet where Perra keeps her 
feminine hygiene products.  Then I realized that I couldn't smuggle 
them out of the house!

Thinking quickly, I opened the windows and quietly called Caren until 
she appeared.  I tossed her the douche, then the pads, and closed the 
window.  I spent a couple minutes washing the goop from my mustache.  
When I came down the stairs, Caren was coming up them to finish her 
cleansing.

I rejoined the party, spending as much of it with Perra as I could.   
I didn't want her to remember me being absent all night.  An hour 
later, most of the guests left.  An hour after that, following 
cleaning up the party mess, I cleaned my second load of the night from 
Perra.

We planned to meet Caren and Mitch for breakfast before they caught a 
flight back to Dallas.  I let my new dog Audrey out into the backyard 
before we locked her in her crate.  A minute later, I went to let her 
back in, and she had disappeared.

Looking around, I found her licking the spot where Caren and I had 
fucked.  Undoubtedly, Caren has dripped creampie, and now Audrey was 
searching for the tasty treat.  Although I pulled her away and called 
her a bad dog, I couldn't really blame her.  After all, I too loved 
the taste of Caren's creampie.

ENDNOTE:

This is a follow-up to a story I posted recently called "Creampie 
Helper".  You can find it at my archive:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www/helper.html

Comments very much appreciated to creampiestories@yahoo.com.



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