Message-ID: <34333asstr$1009635006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <creampiestories@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <200112291230.HAA18712@sara.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Creampie Eater" <creampiestories@yahoo.com> Reply-To: "Creampie Eater" <creampiestories@yahoo.com> Priority: Normal MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id HAA18712 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 06:30:19 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} "Make a Wish" (MF rom) by Creampie Eater Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 09:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/34333> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, RuiJorge 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 story is one of two that share the same introduction. From there they get wildly different. ;-) This is also 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. Make a Wish ----------- "Do I look alright?" Vanessa asked. She looked undecided, and I was aware she had been looking at herself in the mirror for some time. I regarded her with the affectionate eye of a husband who loves his wife. She looked very fetching even so, from her black patent-leather pumps (with shiny gold buckles) to her cute blonde bob with the little flip in the back. In between, she wore black hose, a red sheath dress, and a wrap of some kind that reminded me of the TV character Maude. The Maude-look was more than offset by the deep bustline that let me see more than a little of the creases between her breasts. The overall effect was festive, a bit sexy, and yet conservative enough for our friends. "You look great," I told her with warmth. "You aren't lying?" she asked, biting her blood red lower lip (I love red lipstick!). "You're not being nice?" I came to hug her. "I am being nice, but you look nice in any case." We hugged firmly, but not so much that her look would be smushed. "My hair looks OK?" she asked. I nodded, finally liking her hair again now that it had grown out. I wanted to forget the entire "Pixie Cut" episode, as we referred to it. I especially liked the sexy modern flip, and told her so. "And my makeup is OK?" "A perfect amount," I smiled, "not garish but very much an evening look." I was pulling out the fashion sense I had gained in our 15 years of marriage. I had come to her wearing only jeans and flannel shirts, and now I even knew her tastes. "I really like the gold sparkly things." "Its glitter, you big dope," she laughed. Smiles and laughs hadn't always been common in our house, but recently we'd both been making an effort at being congenial. As a result out love had grown like new plants sprouting from the ashes of a forest fire. "Well, it looks great on you." She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, then turned to face me fully. "You have been such a good boy," she smiled, "that I think you deserve a reward." Yes! "Oh ho! I guess being good pays off," I said. "What did you have in mind?" I was hoping for a quickie before our guests started arriving. "I was thinking about that 'Make a Wish Cum True' game we played," she told me. My mind flashed back to the one time we played that. We each put a wish list of sexual activities on individual slips of paper in a hat, and pulled one out. The one we pulled out, we did with no complaints from the other. That night, I pulled out one of her wishes: "sexy backrub." It had been great fun giving her an oily rub, touching her all over the place, until she had fallen asleep. That had been frustrating, but I hadn't complained on the theory that someday I'd get my chance, and she'd remember I'd complained. "That would be great!" I enthused, thinking 'I hope I win.' "But I was thinking we'd change the rules this time," she said, watching me closely. "Because you've been so nice lately, I thought you could put in two slips and I would put in only one. That way, you'd have a better chance of getting a nice Christmas gift, early." I could help but smile and hug her. I knew it was a big chance she was taking. She was very sexually repressed, and afraid to try new things. Put herself at risk this way was a big deal for her. Of course, I was happy that the chance I'd finally get something I'd fantasized about was so strong, but in the big scheme of things, her being open to something new was more important. "I love you," I told her with feeling. "I know you do, and I love you too," she said. "That's why I thought you deserved having a chance tonight." She smiled. "So, think about it tonight, and have two slips ready when our guests leave." Soon after, our guests started arriving. I didn't stay with Vanessa, but mingled like a good host. Even so, I kept watching her. She looked good and appeared to be having great fun. That made me consider getting really serious about fulfilling my deepest, longest held fantasy. About an hour into the parry, Vanessa gave me a clincher. She pulled me out into the garage, and closed the door behind her. "I want to show you something," she said, clearly excited. "What?" I asked, getting excited too. "Watch," she replied. I did, and she wriggled her semi-tight red dress up all the way above her crotch. My eyes widened when I saw what she was doing. It was very unlike her. They grew even wider when I saw she was wearing those sexy black stockings that went up to the top of her thighs, and stayed there by themselves. My eyes virtually popped out of their sockets when Vanessa locked eyes on mine, then pulled her panties down and off! Good Lord! She rubbed them through her pussy, which I saw was very wet, then handed them to me. "What are you doing?" I gasped. "I know you like thinking about me pantiless, and that's what I'll be until we play our game. Is that all right?" She smile was very big, knowing my answer. I was dumbfounded. "You mean tonight, with our friends here?" I asked. Absently, I took a big sniff of her fragrant panty crotch. It was too much to ask for! "Yes, tonight," she said. She produced a tampon, and I watched as she inserted it. "This is so I don't start dripping on our new floor," she explained with a grin. Then she wriggled her dress back down. There was no obvious sign she was being naughty, but we knew it and that was a huge difference. "Love ya hon," she said, kissing me and then opening the garage door to rejoin the party. I fondled the panties for a moment, then hid them behind some garage clutter. Then I rejoined the party as well. Suddenly, the night was even more festive. Throughout the night, I found myself joining Vanessa as she mingled, wrapping my arm around her. Then I would surreptitiously slide my hands over her dress, feeling for panty lines. All I felt was the tops of her stockings. If Vanessa knew what I was doing, she didn't say anything. If anything, she seemed pleased to have made me so excited. Finally, our guests left in drips and drabs. I didn't rush them, enjoying the excruciating tension I was feeling. I had finally resorted to putting on a condom, because I had been erect and dripping precum for hours. I was anticipating the heavenly explosion of a sustained orgasm, the thrilling sensation of my cum spurting out. Vanessa had brought me to a state of high readiness, without doing anything our guests could see. "Whew! That was great!" Vanessa said, leaning against the door as we shut it on our last guest. She looked at me, seeing how anxious I was. "Let's clean up, then we can have fun in our clean house in front of the fire." "OK," I said, while I was thinking 'wow!'. The fireplace was downstairs, and because we had windows on either side of the door, people passing by on the sidewalk could see all the way to the fire. At this hour, it was very unlikely that anyone would pass by, but the possibility was thrilling. We busied ourselves cleaning up, Vanessa doing the dishes while I straightened up and ran the vacuum. Then I turned on some romantic music and dimmed the lights so that flickering firelight and the colorful glow of the Christmas lights on the tree would softly illuminate us. By the time Vanessa was finished, I had also made us each a decaf with Bailey's, and a shared large glass of Bailey's on the rocks. Bailey's was her favorite drink, and I found it made her feel hornier and more open. Finally, we were ready. She handed me two slips of paper, and told me to write my desires on them. I had known what I would write almost all night: CUM IN YOU AND EAT IT OUT WHILE YOU SIT IN MY FACE I wrote it on both slips of paper, because it was my longest and hardest fantasy. I had wanted it for years, and several years ago I had broached the subject to Vanessa. Her response had been so negative that I had dropped the subject for a year. Then I had brought it up casually, and eventually her objections stopped as I wore her down. I knew she was opposed to it, but now she would do it. I hoped. She wrote down her fantasy, and we both crumpled up our slips into balls and placed them into a Santa hat we used as decoration. Graciously, I let her pull out one of the balls. She handed it to me to read. I saw it was mine! "I get to cum in you and then you'll sit on my face to let me eat it out," I told her triumphantly. Her face registered surprise. "Honey," she said, "I think--" "No backing out!" I interrupted. "But, I--" "No ifs, ands, or buts," I said. She was not going to back out. I handed her the slip of paper, and she read it. "OK," she smiled. I was very relieved, and hugged her tightly. Somehow, we ended up kissing passionately. I reached down and slid her dress up so that I could feel her pussy. She was soaking wet! I mean my fingers came away covered with her honey! I broke the kiss to lick them clean. "Take out the plug sweetie," I said/begged. "I already did silly," she chuckled. Almost involuntarily, I slid down and knelt. I had to eat her! I pulled her hips toward me, pressing my face into her crotch. She was so wet that for a minute I lapped like a cat with a bowl of cream, my tongue surrounded in her musky fluids. I don't know who was moaning more, me or her! "My legs are hurting," she said, pushing me away. My face had made her hold a partial squat for quite some time. "Let's get more comfortable, OK?" "Sure," I said. The next few minutes were delightfully confusing. I helped her lay down, and began to tongue her again. She meanwhile struggled out of her clothes, fighting with me because it was hard to disrobe with a man attached to your pussy. Then I took her cue and whipped off my clothes. It was great to be nude in front of the fire, eating my wife. Abruptly, Vanessa pulled me up to lay next to her. "I am so close to cumming," she explained, "and I want to feel you in me when I do." I knew she liked the feeling of fullness when she orgasmed with me inside, of being able to squeeze me. Truth is, I like it too! So, we kissed as we arranged our respective parts, and I slid inside. Her pussy was very hot and enormously wet. Since she has a low sex drive (and I have an oral inclination), we hadn't fucked very much. Consequently, she was still tight around my cock. It took a few moments for me to cram myself in, and we both groaned when I was pressing fully against her pubic bone, in as deeply as I could be. As was our preference, we rolled so that she was on top. She controlled the depth and frequency of my strokes. She was also able to lean forward and kiss me as she ground her clit on my pubes. "God, this feels so nice," she said. "I'm really close." I had been able to withstand orgasming only because I was still wearing the condom. "Me too," I said. "Mmmmm, good!" she panted. "Did the condom slip off?" "No, its on." "Hold on." she told me, as she slid me out of her tight vagina, and removed the condom. As she pointed me up to slide back onto my prong, she told me, "Here, have an early taste." She put the rubber into my gaping mouth, then settled onto me. I found it amazingly erotic to taste my condom, which was strongly flavored with her juices. It was even more erotic to realize that my wife--the prude!--would do such a thing as stuff it into my mouth! I would have never guessed her capable of such a wantonly sexy act, and yet here she was, grinding her soaking wet sex against me, rubbing her clit hard, and stuffing rubbers in my mouth! Its kinda funny, the sorts of things that trigger orgasms. I had risen to a sexual high, liable to start squirting at any moment. But it wasn't the condom getting stuffed into my mouth, nor the moans she made, cajoling me to cum in her. No, it was the perfectly ordinary and yet perfectly feminine act of tucking her bob behind her ears and closing her eyes. She was a girl/woman then, so on the verge of orgasm herself that I couldn't stop cumming myself. I warned her I was about to cum, but I had already started when her eyes opened and she began to smile. "Mmmm, Clem, cum in me." My chest and stomach heaved as my crotch convulsed, shooting the contents of my balls into her tight cavern. Strand after sticky strand flowed through my cock and into her. It was totally satisfying. And yet, I wasn't done yet. I had used my wish to tell her I wanted to suck my cum out. But now, I laid there totally in bliss, sleepy in the late hour, and I wanted to sleep. My desire had left my body with my semen. But, my wife loves me. She was determined to give me my desire, whether or now I still wanted it. "Put your arms up, like I'm robbing you," she told me softly. In my dreamy state, I complied. My eyes were closed, or I would have seen her desire on her face. As it was, I hadn't a clue she was going to actually sit on my face, draining cum, until she moved off my shrinking cock and did it. Suddenly, her pretty pussy was above my mouth. Suddenly, I had no choice but to begin eating my cum from her. In that moment, I became wide awake again. Oh God! I was eating a creampie. Finally! I stuck my tongue into Vanessa, getting my first deep taste of a real creampie. I loved it! Vanessa went crazy, humping my face and tongue like she'd humped my cock moments before. For those glorious moments, my world was nothing but my wife's crotch. She was all I could see, taste, feel, and smell. It was a slice of heaven, but Vanessa too had been on the peak of her readiness. She began to cum, grunting with pleasure. I was amazed at the sudden torrent of cum that got squeezed out. I was unprepared and my face got covered with it. Just as I had been, Vanessa was wiped out by the strength of her orgasm. She literally fell off my face, laying on her back, breathing hard. The firelight made her skin glow, and I could see the gooey globs still oozing from her pussy. What a sexy sight! I was now hungry for sex, again, so I rolled onto my stomach and kissed into her cum-matted pussy. I tongued her for delightful minutes until she began to wetten with fresh nectar. She recovered enough to whisper for me to come kiss her. I crawled up to her, where she smiled at me and snickered at the mess my face was. To my surprise, she held my head and licked my cheek. Then she turned me to kiss me, presenting me with the cum from my own face. Wow! She did this many times until we were both panting with excitement. "That was great," I said, hoping for a repeat. "Thanks for making my wish come true." She looked at me with a strange expression. "Hold on," she said, pushing me off. She got up and went to the Santa hat we had used to hold the balled up slips of paper holding our wishes. She pulled one out, uncrumpled it and looked at it with a smile. She brought it to me, and handed it to me. I saw that it was in her handwriting, and said: MAKE YOU EAT YOUR CUM FROM MY PUSSY "Good Lord!" I choked. "You wished for the same thing I did?!" "Yes!" she laughed. "That's what I tried to tell you when you read your slip! It was too perfect!" "Oh, it will be perfect when I make your wish come true," I said with my cheesiest smile. "And then my second wish." "That will be perfect," she said, rolling on top of me. **** Comments to creampiestories@yahoo.com always appreciated. _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.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: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+