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Subject: {ASSM} "Gangbang Gina " (oral rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 15:10:04 -0400
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Gangbang Gina
-------------

I was worried for my girlfriend Gina.  She had recently gotten into 
some very strange stuff.  High on the list was her penchant for 
gangbangs.  No matter how many times I told her how risky they were, 
or how much I feared for her with a dozen sex-starved guys, she did it 
anyways.

When I left for the library, she was preparing for another.  
'Preparing' means she would put on a skimpy outfit designed to arouse 
the guys, trimming her bush down to nothing, and taking an enema if 
she wanted anal.  She wanted anal tonite, and as I left she was 
working lube up her ass with a bullet vibrator.

One of the worse things was that she often hosted the party at our 
place if I was going to work.  That meant it reeked of sex when I got 
home, and there'd be a new cigarette burn in the carpet.  On the plus 
side, I didn't have to worry about how she was getting home.  On 
balance, it was better to do it at the apartment.  If she was gone 
when I got home, I'd know something was wrong.

I worked at the bar after the library, and got home at three in the 
morning.  As was usual, the place had the overpowering scent of sex 
and smoke.  Bottles of beer were leaving ruined circles on the wooden 
end table.  As a game, I liked to guess how many guys she had hosted.  
Based on the bottles and cigarettes, I bet it was over ten.

I went quietly into the bedroom, finding what I expected.  Gina was 
laying on her back, her legs spread wide.  She was snoring gently, in 
a blissful orgasmic slumber.  I didn't want to wake her, but she was a 
mess.

She had evidently found a new game.  Normally, I find used condoms all 
over the floor, littering it like landmines.  Tonight there were no 
condoms.  Instead, she was covered in yellow-white cum.  From her hair 
to her feet, there were puddles of man-spunk.  The most common targets 
were her face, her breasts, and her pussy.  I could imagine a bull 
pumping her, announcing he was about to cum, and then pull out to 
spray her.

Curious, I stooped to peer at her pussy.  It was a gaping gray-pink 
hole of flesh, surrounded by stretched lips that looked like window 
treatments.  Her clit had deflated a little, but it was still big 
enough to see.  But the most fascinating thing was the hole itself.  
It looked rubbed raw, stretched and chapped by hours of active 
insertion.  I could only imagine what her asshole looked like.

 From her pussy trickled a stream of semen.  Clearly, some of the men 
hadn't quite made it out in time, or maybe she asked them to spew 
inside as a lubricant.  For whatever reason, it was oozing out and 
making a nasty wetspot under her.

I don't know what made me do it, but I suddenly was seized with the 
notion to lick her hole.  Maybe it was her constant discussion of how 
good cum tasted.  Maybe the pungent smell of sex coating the walls got 
to me.  Maybe I was just horny.  I don't know why, but I realized 
suddenly that I wanted to do it.  I looked up at her, sleeping so 
deeply nothing would rouse her, and decided to try it.  One lick.

Her legs were still spread, so I just had to lean in and press my 
tongue between her lips.  I recoiled back, horrified that I had done 
it even while I registered the flavor.  It was salty, pungent, bitter... 
everything I had expected, but it was also good tasting.  I felt 
intense self-loathing for liking it, but I felt compelled to take one 
more lick.  Just one!

Thing is, that like Lay's you cannot have just one.  I told myself 
"just one more" about a dozen times until I realized I was lying to 
myself and gave in to temptation.  I licked her gaping hole (by 
gaping, I mean I could put my tongue inside and it would not close on 
me) over and over, getting addicted to the perverse sensation of 
sucking cum from Gina.

"Good thing she's out," I told myself, spreading her lips wide for 
easier access to her flowing well.

Thing is, she wasn't!  She stirred, spreading her legs wider and 
murmurring, "Oh yeah, that feels so good."

Alarmed and ashamed, I tried to pull back.  I wanted to hide.  Gina 
had other ideas, though.

"Don't," she said quickly when I disengaged.  "Keep going, please.  It 
feels so good."  As an incentive, she reached down and gently spread 
her lips, showing me her hole.  More cum was there, and I saw her 
squeezing her opening.

Forgetting  my misgivings, I went in and made oral love to Gina.  I 
ran my tongue tip around her flexing orifice, feeling her shiver.  
Then I slathered her lips and mound with the broad part of my tongue, 
listening to her breath quicken.  Her clit was hard again, red-pink 
and visible beyond the hood.  When I flicked my tongue against it 
gently, she jerked away then chuckled.  "Do it again," she hissed, so 
I did.

I tried to bring her to a peak and back off, but I wasn't able.  After 
her banging, she was just too orgasmic.  When I knew she was going to 
go over the edge, I alternated between kissing wetly at her clit and 
sucking at her hole.  I was rewarded with a mouthful of goo as it was 
ejected from her throbbing canal.  I was repulsed, and yet thrilled as 
I choked down the viscous fluid.  It was sticking to my tongue and I 
didn't think I would ever forget the flavor.

"Mmmm, that was so nice," Gina said.  "I felt so great after the night 
I had.  Do you want to hear?"

I moved to sit on the bed next to her.  "Not really, unless you want 
to tell me," I said.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I know you don't like it much."  She reached 
up and touched my cheek.  She could be maddeningly considerate 
sometimes.

"I'm just worried," I told her.

"I know," she said.  "I love that about you."  She smiled, a 
ridiculous thing with her face covered in drying sperm.

"You do, huh?" I smiled.  "You are a mess."

"I know," she said again.  She knew she got wrecked at these parties, 
and I think she liked it that way.  "Just kiss me," she said.  Despite 
my misgivings, I allowed her to reach up and pull my face to hers.  I 
could taste cum on her lips as we dry kissed for moments, then moved 
into a deep sensual kiss that left me gasping for air.

When she did gangbangs, I tried to suppress my feelings for her.  It 
was hurtful to imagine her doing it, and so I hid my feelings deep 
inside.  Her kiss, so perfectly exquisite, drew those feelings back 
out.  Good Lord, I wanted her so bad, despite the men she had been 
with.

She stopped the kiss, leaving my chest heaving as my heart thumped 
madly.  Her grey-green eyes fixed on mine.  "I want to make love to 
you," she said.  I think I felt my heart stop.

"Are you sure?" I asked.  I didn't dare hope.

"Did you hear what I said?" she asked quietly.  "I want to make love 
to you.  Love.  L-O-V-E."  I didn't hear the last, because blood had 
rushed into my ears, and the pounding of my heart echoed loudly.  I 
could read lips though.  Her eyes penetrated me, setting me on fire.

She knew instinctively that she had to lighten the moment.  Our four 
years of shared togetherness had culminated in this moment.  I had 
ached for her since I moved in, but she wasn't able to cope with the 
feelings.  I never pressed her, and she had never made a move.  So now 
that she had spoken my dream of dreams, it was too much.  I felt I was 
about to die.

"If I reach down, will I find you wet?" she smiled.

"Oh God yes!" I gasped.

"Then I'll go down and taste you.  Maybe make a creampie."  She 
chuckled, but she also started sliding down the bed.

"How are you going to make a creampie?" I asked, aware that you needed 
to inject sperm, which was something neither of us could do.

She unbuttoned my pants, and started to slide them off.  Looking up at 
me then, she cracked a glorious smile that made my heart skip.  "I've 
got plenty of cream Shannon, don't you worry."  She pointed to several 
globs covering her breasts and smiled.

Meanwhile, I lifted my hips to give her access.

-----

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