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Subject: {ASSM} "WKReamPie" (MF rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 15:10:03 -0500
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WKReamPie
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Jenny turned on the radio, which was always tuned to
WKRP.  She loved hearing Les' voice, and today he was
doing a remote spot at a big station promotion.

"It's a helicopter, and it's coming this way," Les
Nessman said in his sexy newscaster voice.  "It's
flying something behind it, I can't quite make it out,
it's a large banner and it says, uh - Happy...
Thaaaaanksss... giving! ... From ... W ... K ... R...
P!!"

He was so cute, the way he seemed inept at times.  She
turned up the radio a bit, because the sound from the
helicopter blades was starting to drown him out.

"No parachutes yet," Les was saying.  "Can't be
skydivers... I can't tell just yet what they are, but
- Oh my God, Johnny, they're turkeys!! Johnny, can you
get this?"

Les' alarmed tone sent shivers through her spine.  He
was getting panicky, distraught.  Something was going
terribly wrong.

"Oh, they're plunging to the earth right in front of
our eyes!" he shouted.  "One just went through the
windshield of a parked car! Oh, the humanity! The
turkeys are hitting the ground like sacks of wet
cement! Not since the Hindenberg tragedy has there
been anything like this!"

Jenny quickly turned off the radio, staring at it,
stunned.  Les had portrayed a terrible event,
capturing it for the entire radio audience.  She knew
that domesticated turkeys were uncommonly stupid, and
she didn't really feel much sympathy.  But, she knew
Les was a caring man, who was quite sensitive inside,
no matter what his veneer of male virility might
portray.  He would be crushed, possibly to tears.

He would need her when he got home.

Jenny decided that she would take his mind off the
tragedy, giving Les the fantasy he had told her many
times over.

She took a perfumed bath, making sure she was clean
all over.  She shampooed her luxuriant pubic hair,
which Les adored.  She even fingered herself, feeling
warm water penetrating her ever so slightly.  Although
he had not discussed an interest in anal sex, she
cleaned herself there too.  She would not object to
anything Les wanted today.

She got out of the bath, and toweled herself off.  She
put oversized rollers in her damp hair, knowing that
Les had a thing for Farrah Fawcett and her big curls. 
Then she carefully selected her clothing.  Les was a
typical man, wanting her to be virginal in public and
a whore in bed.  She decided to reflect that in her
clothing, which finally consisted of a white gauzy
merrywidow, white silky panties, white fishnet
stockings and garter with scarlet ribbons, and white
gauzy gloves that left her fingers exposed but went up
to her elbows.  She would wear scarlet pumps and a
scarlet choker collar and scarlet nail polish and
scarlet lipstick.  She even rouged her nipples. 
Letting out the rollers, she tied her hair up with a
pretty pink ribbon, then fingered out the curls until
they cascaded down.

Les came home an hour later, which she spent in
teasing her clitoris so that she would be juicy
indeed.  When she heard his key in the lock, she arose
and met him at the door.  Although she knew he would
be depressed and saddened, she was shocked at his
appearance.

Les was covered head to toe with turkey feathers. 
Wearing a dazed expression, he kept muttering that the
turkeys had "turned on him".  After witnessing the
horrifying spectacle, he had been attacked by the
turkeys.  Poor Les!

He needed to decompress, she knew.  She poured him a
large snifter of fine brandy, and set him in his comfy
Laz-E-Boy.  Then she fussed on him, plucking off
feathers and letting him talk about it.  She loved his
sensitivity, and this display of his caring side
touched her deeply.  In fact, she found it terribly
arousing.  The more he talked about how horrible it
was, the hotter she got.  It was probably the pungent
scent of her pussy dripping streams of juice down her
inner thighs that finally penetrated his mood, and
made him realize how she was attired.

"Gosh, Jenny," Les said in that sexy high voice, "why
are you all dressed up?"

"Because I thought you would need a treat after the...
incident," she replied.

He looked frankly at the large wetspot between her
legs.  "It looks like you are the one wanting a
treat," he commented.  He reached out and rubbed the
wet area, making Jenny shiver.  "You do look good
enough to eat," he admitted.

"So do you baby," she purred, feeling herself gush a
little more.  "So do you."  She slowly knelt next to
the chair, reclining it back with the lever.  Then,
she kissed him wantonly while madly trying to loosen
his belt buckle.  Finally, he pushed her hands away,
and undid his pants himself while she unbuttoned his
short-sleeved shirt.  Her mouth moved to his neck,
then his sparsely-covered chest, then his belly, then
his fly.  Les made a wry grin as Jenny revealed his
cock and deftly slid it into her mouth.

Les unwound as she worked on his lap.  The brandy
tasted good, burning as it went down.  Her cocksucking
felt better, though.  She used plenty of saliva.  She
was, in fact, a pretty juicy girl who made ample
fluids in her mouth and her pussy.  In a few minutes,
he would suggest they move to the bedroom, where he
could slowly lick her swampy crotch.  For now though,
he enjoyed watching her thick hair wave as she mouthed
his organ.

It turns out that his plan wasn't precisely right. 
Instead of moving directly to the bedroom, Jenny
removed her panties, climbed on the chair, and sat on
his lap.  The penetration wasn't deep, but she kept
the situation hot by pointing out she would be open
and very wet after a little fucking.  Meanwhile, Les
pulled her breasts out of the merrywidow and roughly
kneaded them.  Les could feel her juices dripping down
his balls, and finally he could take no more.  He
practically shoved her off and led her quickly into
the bedroom.

Les wanted her on her back, legs up, face inside her,
but Jenny had other ideas.  She insisted he lay down,
and then she went and got the brandy.  She slid to a
position slightly above his mouth, and then dribbled
brandy slowly through her dense forest, so that it was
pungently flavored.  When he gagged a little
swallowing, she upended the bottle and took a deep
drink herself.  She felt the fire burning in her
throat, but she needed the drink so that she could go
through with her plan.

Jenny then got off the bed, and slowly undid the
merrywidow.  She was an ample girl, and was a little
embarrassed to be standing so recklessly naked in
front of Les.  Les, however, found her extremely
appealing.

"Come sit on my face again," he leered, his words
slightly slurred.  "I want my tongue in you," he
added.

"You say the nicest things," she purred.  She reached
up, and undid the pink ribbon in her hair.  Now she
wore only the garterbelt, stockings, gloves, and the
crimson pumps.  She felt deliciously slutty, and shook
her head to free her curls.  She knew Les liked that,
the whole 'letting her hair' down thing.  She put on a
little display, squeezing her tits and pointing out
her rouged nipples (which were now very hard), then
turning around, bending over, and looking at him from
between her legs.  She watched his expression as she
reached in and pulled her pussy open for him.  Les
wanted her bad!

She climbed back on the bed, and sat astride him,
letting his cockhead into her tangled forest.  He
reached up and grabbed her face, pulling her into an
intense, brandy-flavored kiss.  He pressed his tongue
deep into her, making Jenny wish he was facefirst in
her pussy.  Slowly, she settled down further and
further until her pubes were mashed against his, and
he was fucking her nice and deep.

Finally, Jenny had to gasp for air.  "I have a
confession," she admitted.

"What baby?" Les asked.  His round glasses were cutely
awry.

"I've been thinking about that thing you are always
talkin' about--"

"--creampie eating?--"

"--yes, creampie eating.  And I want you to do it. 
Now."

"Oh God!" Les exclaimed.  He pulled out suddenly,
leaving Jenny with a big void.  "Jesus, I about came!"

Jenny giggled.  "Isn't that the idea?"

"I know!" he smiled.  "But let's go to bed where we
can do this properly."

Les led her to the bedroom, where he made clear what
'properly' meant.  He had her lie down on her back
with her legs hanging off the end, pillows under her
ass.  Then he went down on her, burying his face in
her forest.  Jenny arched her back, wanting more
contact as his face ground against her sopping wet
slit.  He flattened his tongue, then used it to lick
from her ass to her clit and back, separating her wet
lips.  Then he tongue fucked her, sliding his tongue
against the forward wall of her vagina, sliding over
and over on the nerves at the root of her clit.  Jenny
had never been so aroused, and the room was filled
with her scent.

She was about to beg for a good pounding, when he
stole her idea.  His cock wasn't long or fat, but he
gave her all of it!  He grabbed her behind her knees,
pressing them out and down, spreading her crotch
obscenely open as he full-stroked her in and out.  Les
could not believe how wet she was, and soon found
himself fixating on how sloppy she would be when he
finally filled her with his cum.

When he felt he was just about to orgasm, he dropped
back down and ate her wide-open pussy.  It was
enflamed with excitement now, her hole pink and open
and inviting.  He had fantasized about fucking the
hell out of her and eating her after.  Her pussy would
be sore from the fucking and she would adore his eager
tongue.  Knowing that he wouldn't last long enough
this time to make her sore, he instead began inserting
two, then three fingers into her.

Jenny slipped over into an orgasm.  Waves of pleasure
enveloped her as Les jammed his fingers in and out. 
She loved cumming from getting good head, but having
his fingers to bear down on while she came was so much
nicer.  His tongue was there, licking her clit.  His
lips were wrapped around it, and sucking wetly.  His
fingers were sliding easily in and out, and she just
crushed them with her orgasm.  It felt so good!

Les knew her pretty well, and he knew when to stop. 
She would be sensitive after an orgasm like that.  It
was like she got ticklish.  In a few minutes, she
would want to be fucked more, but now she would
dislike it.  He crawled up and lay next to her,
kissing her as she panted.  When she began to kiss him
back, he moved down and started to suckle her red
nipples.  They were as hard as he had ever seen them.

"Tell me babe," she interrupted.

"Tell you what?" he answered, brushing his teeth over
her nipple.  It was as big around as his index finger.

"Tell me how you want to eat me after," she clarified.

"I want to fuck you, then shove myself in all the way
and cum in you."

"Yeah, and then when your cream is in me?" she asked. 
She was getting hot at the idea.  She might cum while
he fucked her, she thought.

"Then I want to lie down and have you sit on my face,"
he said breathlessly.  Obviously, he had wanted this
for a long time.  "I want you to drain all that sex
juice into my mouth."

"MMMmmmm," Jenny purred.  "You had better want that
for real."  Jenny decided she was going to do it
whether he wanted to or not.  She had a vivid image of
his face, all cream covered, and she gushed out some
juice.

"I'll show you," Les said, sliding back off the bed,
and pulling her again so that her pussy was at the
edge.  Without further ado, he slid his cock into her
velvet sheath.  Both Les and Jenny gasped at the
sudden, pleasurable sensation.

Jenny didn't get a chance to orgasm on his cock.  Les
fucked her harder than he had ever screwed her before,
but for only two minutes.  Then, his eyes rolled back
into his head and he shoved himself in, spurting cum
for at least half a minute.  He just stood there,
fully seated inside, and ejaculated the biggest load
of his life.  Jenny felt like she could feel her
insides filling with semen.  The thought that Les
would be choking on it soon gave her a sexual charge.

Les eventually collapsed on her, laying on top, worn
out.  "You ready baby?"  Jenny asked, thinking he
would be looking forward to fulfilling this fantasy.

"No baby," he said, his cock shrinking finally,  "I
just want a nap."

"Bullshit!" Jenny exclaimed, startled that he would
even want to back out when he was so close.  "Lay down
on the floor, your head at the foot of the bed!"

"No baby," he repeated.  "Just let me rest."

"Do it!" she said, shoving him up.  She saw his eyes
had been closed and he had a smile of post-orgasmic
contentment.  Well, she was going to make him live his
fantasy, like it or not.  "Lay down," she commanded,
and like in a dream, he did as she asked.

He blinked, and then he seemed to realize what was
about to happen.  "Oh my God," he whispered, watching
Jenny slide off the end of the bed, directly above
him.  She squatted, and he saw cum beginning to drip
out.  "Oh my God," he repeated, before the first drip
struck his nose and Jenny found a seat on his face.

Now that he was awake again, it was even sexier than
he imagined.  Jenny's pussy was open and oozing
creampie all over his face.  He tried to keep his
tongue in her, but she was humping him, fucking his
face and smearing him with goo.  Soon her thick pubic
hairs were matted with creampie, and it was like a
soapy brillo pad sliding over his face.  The flavors,
the scents, the heat, the friction, the sloppiness,
the sounds... all were more intense than he had
thought they would be.

Jenny rode his face, severely turned on by the act. 
Her boyfriend, the famous radio personality, was
actually down there moaning while she fucked his nose!
 His tongue and lips were actually seeking sperm from
inside her.  And yes, it felt damn good!  She slid
back and forth for five minutes before another orgasm
came upon her.  She had nothing to bear down on except
the huge load Les had left, and this was squeezed out
of her pussy and into his mouth.  It was her turn for
an extended orgasm, helped along by his attentive
licking and sucking of the cream being ejected.

When she calmed down, she climbed off his face.  It
was coated with slime from their sex.  She helped him
up, and they tumbled into bed.  She was a bit
disgusted at the cum on his face, but she couldn't
well reject him now.  Instead, she tentatively licked
at some, noting the strong taste of pussy/  Then she
more systematically cleaned his face, which seemed to
arouse him again.

After ten minutes, she reached down and felt he was
hard.  "One more time?" she asked, giggling.

"Yes," Les replied.  "After I take off this outfit of
yours."  In two minutes of effort, Jenny was
completely nude.  He rolled on top of her, and began
to slowly fuck her.

This time, intercourse lasted through another of her
orgasms and through several positions.  Les, released
from his fantasies, became quick a good lover.  There
was no need to rush to ejaculation, since he knew she
would permit his cleaning her afterwards.  When he did
cum inside her, he continued pumping until he was too
soft to stay in.  Then, he moved into a 69 with Jenny,
and she willingly cleaned his creampie-covered cock
while he cleaned her creampie-leaking cunt.

"Les," she sighed, "you are definitely my favorite
gobbler."

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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