Message-ID: <39471asstr$1038427803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <creampiestories@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021127110752.50898.qmail@web40405.mail.yahoo.com> From: Creampie Eater <creampiestories@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 03:07:52 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} "WKReamPie" (MF rom) by Creampie Eater Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2002 15:10:03 -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/Year2002/39471> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw 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: Check out my archive at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/creampie/www All my stories are there, as well as links to the free club where I post my stories first. 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) 2002 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. WKReamPie --------- 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! Comments appreciated to Creampiestories@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. 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