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Subject: {ASSM} Discovery 5of5 (mf teen creamy sex)
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This narrative has to have a some explanation. This whole piece
takes place during the late 1950's in a country area in central
north Florida. People were pretty naïve back then. There wasn't
Penthouse or Playboy yet to learn words. There were no books at
the library instructing kids. No book stores to sell some porno.
No dirty movies available to kids. School sure never mentioned
sex. Our parents kind of told us and we saw how animals
procreated, but we didn't know much about mutual gratification of
the opposite sex. So some of the words I use may seem quaint.
They are but that's how we talked then. No one ever said "fuck."
Shit, was a really bad word. So if you get the picture, it will
be easier to understand. Now, even though it has been a long,
long time ago, I remember the conversations nearly word for word.
At least the ones that were so shocking and important at the
time. I tried not to embellish what happened as what did happen
is story enough. I remember and relish the sights, sounds,
smells, the touches and all those special feelings as if they
just happened.
Just the term "cream pie" makes you visualize a coconut or banana
cream pie. You had to eat it fresh or it would get runny. Liked
them as a kid, still do. Try to never let them get runny. Let
me tell you about how I first learned not to let a different kind
of cream pie get runny.
Discovery - Chapter Five (mf teen, facials, creamy sex)
Shirley and I got married a month later between our junior and
senior year of high school. Shirley was not pregnant, just as
her mom suspected. Shirley was disappointed but said we would
have plenty of time for kids later. We had started watching the
calendar and it was working so far. The locals all had their
eyebrows raised thinking we had to get married. Even the priest
went on and on about our pre-marital stuff. Shirley and I agreed
it was none of his business and didn't confess any of it. Our
folks always shushed folks quick with a better they get married
than not. Lots of kids quit school because they have to get
married. These kids didn't. We did get some respect. Before we
got married there always seemed to time for us to be alone, often
in the comfort of one of our homes. After we got married we
stayed at her house till the upstairs was fixed up at my house.
The room covered the entire house so we had like a sitting area
and a sleeping area. The bed made a little too much noise. It
was directly over the kitchen which was next to mom and dads
bedroom. When we would lay exhausted after making love, you
could hear the springs from mom and dads bed getting a work out.
This always made Shirley and I start again.
Anyway, I'm getting away from point of this long story, creamy
stuff. When we got married, our parents lent us a newer car,
gave us a chunk of money and sent us off with our marriage
license on a honeymoon. We drove north, wondering through
Georgia, into Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, then back
to Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania and into New York to Niagara
Falls. We stopped when we felt like it, usually finding a motel,
hotel, or cabin to stay at. Only once did we sleep in the car,
even that was fun. The best part of this trip is something we
learned and started to do in a cabin in Missouri. We went to a
place called Big Springs Park. There was a spring there that
pumped 180,000 gallons of water a day out of the ground, pretty
impressive. More impressive were the woods with the isolated
cabins there.
We had been walking all around having a great time seeing terrain
we were not used to seeing. This was totally different country
than we were used too. That day we had found a small pond that
was fed by the spring on one end and had a spill way on the
other. It was a very hot day so with no one else around we
decided to do some skinny-dipping. We had our clothes off in a
flash and jumped into the water before testing it. The water was
probably 60-65 degrees from the spring. Cold. We did splash
around for a minute but it was too cold to stay in. Back into
the clothes then we ran back to our cabin. We jumped into the
metal two square foot shower together to get warm. When we
finished and dried off we lay back on the bed in anticipation of
a nap. We snuggled, spooned that is with my hand finding a
nipple and my ever hard dick finding the crevice between her
legs. Shirley just raised her leg and tucked me into her pussy.
What a lovely way to nap. No napping for Shirley. As soon as my
dick hits her pussy, she start to rock. That of course interests
my dick into maximum hardness and starts the in and out motor.
This was a slow gentle loving. Slowly in and out hold her
nipple, kissing her neck. The longer this went the faster it
became. Shirley twisted around, pulling free of me. The look
was there and she pushed me flat and mounted me in a second. As
she went up and down on me she touched herself. Something she
had started doing recently. I was tweaking her nipples while she
was doing herself on me.
Shirley started getting faster, making me feel the start of my
juice machine. She started her vibration and luckily I was still
a long way from a geyser. With multiple groans, grunts, and
screams, she had a great orgasm. She sat very still touching
herself through the end of her feel goods. She pulled free and
got on her hands and knees and told me to mount her like a dog.
I asked, "Where'd this came from" and she said "Mom." Me: "Your
Mom?" She: "No, your mom." Me: "My mom? You were talking
about this stuff with my mom?" Shirley answered as I was slowly
stroking in and out trying to pace myself, "Yes, your mom, we've
talked about a lot of stuff. She says this is the best way to do
this when I'm pregnant. Say's that I can control how deep you
are. Right now I want you all in me, ugh, ugh" as she banged
back into me. I was looking down watching my dick sliding in and
out of her pussy. Her head was all the way down on the bed with
her eyes closed, her hands in fists clutching the covers, while
her butt stuck up in the air. She was bouncing faster and
faster, grunting louder and louder, saying "do it, do it , do it
faster." I could feed it happening. I told her, "Oh yeah, here
it comes, baby juice on it's way." With that Shirley jerked off
me and flipped over. She had a surprised look in eye and said,
"No, not in me, get a rubber quick." Too late. Juice started
jetting out of me. The first shot hit her between the eyes,
right on her nose. She reached for my dick as the second burst
hit her smack on the mouth. She got a grip on it then aimed it
at her mouth again but this time her mouth was wide open.
Shirley then pointed me to her chest and let my final weaker
squirts splash on her pussy. Shirley laid there shivering. Her
one hand on my dick, her other playing in her pussy. She sat up,
leaned down and sucked me into her mouth draining the last of
anything. Then she started licking off her hand. I pulled loose
and went down to kiss her pussy clean. I found my juice only on
her fuzzies, none between the lips. I started the after sex
mouthing of her pussy to jump-start her again. This was working
as she started vibrating even while trying to get the juice off
her face and into her mouth. After she screamed again, I came up
her body, kissing till I reached her juice covered breasts. I
licked them for a second before she hugged me, pulling me down on
her, squishing the splashes between us. We were kissing with
lots of tongue, feeding each other our respective tastes. This
had already made me hard again and I tried to slip back into her.
Shirley just said, "No, I want more of this." She pushed me on
my back and jumped on my fresh hard-on. Shirley bounced up and
down really fast, vibrating and groaning like crazy. As soon as
she quit vibrating, Shirley pulled off and reversed herself on
me. We loved the mutual sucking so I munched away while she
started vibrating again and sucking me hard, as deep as she
could. A young guy can't take that for long so I was thrusting
up into her mouth, matching her grown for groan. She started
vibrating really hard, going "Auuuugh" like she was in pain, but
sitting hard on my face, jerking my dick faster and faster. The
inevitable occurred. I squirted into her mouth at least once,
but she pulled back and the rest shot out of me somewhere other
than her mouth. She collapsed with her face right on my sloppy
dick. When I licked her button, she moaned and said, "No more
right now, ok?" She got up to turn around and I saw her face.
She was covered with juice. Her entire face had juice running
off it. She started wiping it off with her fingers, putting it
in her mouth. She came down and kissed me pushing some of the
juice into my mouth. We kissed and I licked her face clean. We
cuddled and fell asleep. When we woke up, Shirley was holding my
dick licking it gently. She said, "I really don't want any more
right now, but I want to do more of what we did. I like the feel
of my husband on me. I wish you could just cover me completely
then lick it off. It is just so sexy, so nasty, I can't get
enough of you. You like this don't you? You don't mind, do
you?" I just said, "How could I not like anything I get to do
with you." We kissed awhile before cleaning up.
During the remainder of our honeymoon, I squirted her face many
times along with her breasts, her butt and once, even her feet.
She most wanted it in her pussy but we couldn't do it for a
couple of weeks. We had no holds barred sex for the first couple
of days then when we reached Missouri, we had to watch where the
juice went.
Epilogue:
We got back, built a house, finished high school, all with
Shirley getting pregnant. Our fellow high school students
thought our marriage might be a little premature. After high
school, I worked on the two farms and got a job as an apprentice
carpenter. Four years later I was a journeyman carpenter with a
good job, a great wife and two kids. Good thing I became a
carpenter as I had to keep building onto our house. We finally
stopped hatching kids at six. Shirley is still a 4'10" 90#
nymph, my pixie. She's filled out real nice on top and some on
the hips. She just never got taller. I finally stopped at 6'2"
and look just like my dad. Our daughters are just like their
mother, bright, opinionated, and determined to do what they think
is ok. Their mom does a good job guiding them and all have grown
up to be good citizens. Our sons are good kids too. One an
engineer the other a teacher. Both a little quiet with an amused
look on their face. My mom still figits all over the place. My
dad still sits on the porch swing with his arm around mom. Two
brothers are working the farm still. Mim is still a pusher.
Fred passed on. One of Shirley's brothers works there farm.
Well that is how my girl friend and I started out with some
sloppy, drippy, pre-cream pie sex. When we started, we didn't
know about blow jobs or giving head yet. We didn't know what
screwing felt like yet. But, we sure knew we liked the taste of
each other, separately and together. Our private conversations
about our experience constantly centered around how wet and juicy
our playing had been. Wet kisses, wet hands, and as she called
it "shot gunned face."
All through our courtship, early marriage, and being parents, we
have had sloppy sex. We were always smearing, tasting, and
sucking up our mutual secretions. We still play with our
"juice." She still loves to have me squirt all over her, then
lick it off and share. Only trouble is she insists on getting a
load up her pussy then switching to an enthusiastic sixty nine.
Getting tough to get off twice an evening but boy is it fun
Shirley's favorite then and now is to work me up till my balls
are swollen the fuck me hard till I fill her up. She has never
failed to get off at least once while we do it, most often twice,
even today. But, she always gets off when I go down on her
afterward, licking, kissing, and nibbling till she can't take
anymore then coming up to kiss her with a mouthful of my juice.
In the years since then, we have learned a lot stuff about our
sex and learned to use all the neat words like fuck, blow-job,
giving head, creampie, snowball. Just ask Shirley, she loves it
all. Just don't ask her in public as she is still just as blunt
as she was and will tell you exactly what she likes, only now in
more descriptive terms. We both believe that our marriage and
sex is so good 45 years later because we enjoy the messy, sexy,
sloppy, wet times.
Oh yeah, I still don't let my cream pie get runny.
Hope you enjoyed our story.
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