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My wife plays a game called Bunko.  Here's what a
website says about it:

"Bunko is a dice game. It is a social game played with
multiples of 4 people. Most commonly, it is played
with 12 people. The game is played in rounds. Although
the game is associated with crowds of women drinking
heavily and gossiping, this is NOT required."

Well, while drinking is allegedly not required, I have
never known a Bunko group that did not make getting
drunk a major priority.  Not only that, but all the
groups my wife has played with have strict rules that
MEN AND CHILDREN ARE NOT ALLOWED.

So, basically, you have 12 women getting drunk, and
who knows what else.  That got me thinking about what
does actually happen at a Bunko party.  Hold on for a
sec while I morph into my wife and find out...

Creampie Bunko
--------------

I've played Bunko now for 10 years, since my husband,
children, and I moved to Texas. I made a friend in our
neighborhood when she saw me walking my infant son in
a stroller and introduced herself.  She had an infant
son as well, and thought it might be nice to form a
playgroup.  Soon after, she invited me to substitute
when she hosted the monthly Bunko party, and a few
months later, I was a regular.

Bunko is my one chance to spend an evening out with
the girls. Usually, the focus is on socializing more
than the game.  The game is perfectly suited to
talking and drinking.  We sit four to a table, rolling
dice every once in a while to make it seem like we are
playing.  Really, though, it is about blowing off
steam.

 I'll admit, it gets wild sometimes.  One time, four
of the ladies in the group all got boob jobs the same
month.  After a few drinks, they all lifted their
blouses to show their newly bigger and perkier tits,
and we all judged whose were the best.  Of course, it
was Janice, who used to be a flight attendant for
Southwest Airlines (besides being gorgeous, she is
supremely perky and nice; I hate that!).

The group I am in now was formed by my best friend
Vanessa, and it is largely comprised of other moms who
volunteer at the elementary school.  True to form,
most of the time we talk and laugh and drink.  It is a
great chance to learn all the juicy gossip about the
school that we didn't already hear, and to blow off
steam.

The last get together, someone (Vanessa?) brought up
the incident where two teachers were caught kissing in
a closet after hours.  We chuckled over that for a
while, already loosened up by a round of margaritas. 
That led to an in-depth discussion of lesbianism,
since both teachers were women.  Some of the ladies
were appalled at the idea of women being with women,
while others said it was OK if you were into it, and
still others remained mum on the subject.  When
Vanessa asked if any of us had done it ourselves,
there was nothing but awkward silence and embarrassed
smiles.  After a couple heartbeats, Vanessa declared
that she just knew all our husbands liked lesbians,
and that returned us to happy chatter and laughter.

Vanessa and I had driven together, and it was her turn
to be the designated driver.  She steered us to the
Starbucks so I could sober up enough to reward my
husband with sex when I got home, rather than passing
out.  Sitting on the patio, drinking a Mocha with
heavy whip, Vanessa brought up lesbianism again.

I wasn't all that surprised, since she had once
confided she had bisexual feelings.  I was always
supportive of her, as best friends are.  Now, though,
she wanted my opinion on lesbianism.  That made me
uncomfortable, partially because I found the idea a
little arousing.  After hemming and hawing a bit, I
said I was not opposed to trying it, once.  I never
dreamed that Vanessa would place her hand on mine, and
ask if I wanted to try kissing a woman.

Long story short, we spent a minute kissing in her
Suburban in my driveway.  She kissed so very
differently than my husband Mitch!  She was all soft
and passionate, without being controlling or
aggressive.  It was fucking hot, and I knew I'd want
to try it when I got drunk again.  I am sure Mitch
would appreciate it, because after making out with
Vanessa, I went in and fucked the hell out of him. 
Mitch was one happy camper!

The next morning, Vanessa called to ask me to a quick
lunch.  We were both volunteering at the school, and
we shot over to the Taco Bell.  I expected her to be
embarrassed, even though I was not.  I had known about
her sexuality for some time, and we had never acted on
it.  I expected she would apologize, and I would tell
her it was OK, there was no need to apologize.

Instead of apologizing though, she giggled and softly
told me I was a great kisser.  Then she asked if I
would want to try something very naughty.  Curious, I
asked what it was, and she swore me to secrecy. 
Greatly intrigued, I agreed and she went on.

She is a member of a sexually-oriented Bunko group. 
Yes, they play Bunko, but the emphasis is playing with
each other.  Each lady pays $100 dollars per month,
and the money goes to rent a male stripper/gigolo. 
Most of the sex, though, is between the ladies.  The
guy is just the main prize, kinda.  The more she
talked, the more I wanted to hear more.  Our short
lunch was over before she could tell me all the juicy
details.

Over the next week, she told me more, and I will admit
what they did was both shocking and erotic.  Then, she
dropped the biggest bombshell on me: they were short a
lady that month and were looking for a sub.  She had
been checking me out, and now she wanted me to be the
substitute. I was so juicy at the thought that the
only question I had at that moment was how I was going
to hide the $100 from Mitch.

Mitch grumbled a little at the idea that he would be
stuck at home watching the kids, but never even
noticed the $100 cash withdrawal I made.  The night of
the Bunko party, I dressed carefully (each lady was
required to wear exactly four items of clothing, and
shoes counted!) and waited for Vanessa to pick me up.

I was soaking wet by the time she arrived and I jumped
into her Suburban.  Before she was even out of the
driveway, I peeled off the temporary panties I wore. 
Vanessa asked to see them, and I handed them over.  At
the stop sign, she took a deep sniff of my panties,
then looked right at me and told I smelled nice enough
to eat.  Oh my!

I didn't recognize the house we pulled into, nor did I
know any of the other ladies.  Three of them kissed
Vanessa hello, rather more friendly than is common.  I
had a margarita and chatted with some of the ladies,
feeling pretty awkward.  I had butterflies in my
stomach, thinking of what lay ahead.

The doorbell rang, and we all turned to look at who
had arrived.  It was a very beautiful young man, dark
with long wavy dark hair.  He was bringing in a large
bag marked "Ninfa's" on the side: it was fajitas.  I
was somewhat disappointed that he was only the
delivery boy, since he looked just like a stripper
should look.  To my happy surprise, after he had set
down the fajita fixins, he pulled off his windbreaker
and pants to show a sexy french male-maid outfit.

I couldn't help but gawk!  Paolo (his name) was
beautiful indeed.  His face was finely chiseled,
classically pretty.  He had that mane of to-die-for
thick long wavy dark brown hair.  But with his clothes
off, you could see his muscles, and Oh my!   He had
smooth hard chest muscles, marred only by heavy steel
nipple rings.  Forget about a 6-pack, his abs were
like a 12-pack they were so nice.  Legs, Mmm!  And he
was wearing only a black maid choker and a maid apron,
behind which lurked a very impressive muscle.  When he
walked away, you could see his heavy balls hanging
low, full of cum.  Well, if you took your eyes off his
perfect ass you could see them.

Paolo went from woman to woman, carrying a platter
with the fajita fixins.  With his hands full, several
women took advantage to feel him up.  I got carried
away, reaching under his apron to feel his meaty cock.
 It was so much bigger than Mitch's, even when
relatively flaccid!  A young man, he wasn't yet old
enough to drool precum when mildly aroused, and I
checked.

After a quick bite, we started to play in earnest. 
The rules of Bunko are pretty simple.  Four ladies sit
at a table together, with your partner across the
table from you.  You take turns rolling three dice. 
If you get at least one 6, you can keep rolling with
the partners getting a point for every 6.  The game
ends when one pair of partners at the "head table"
reaches 21 points.  When the game ends, the partners
at each table with the most points win.

If you roll three 6s, it is called a Bunko, and a mad
scramble results.  Everyone who can grab one of the
three dice also gets a point, so you can get up to six
points for a Bunko (three for the three 6s, and three
more if you get all the dice).  If the other partners
get a dice, they get a point too.  It is like playing
spoons, with a mad grab.

If you roll three of any other number, it is called a
Baby Bunko.  If you roll three 1s, it is called
"Snakeyes" and you lose all your points.  Some groups
call it a "wipeout", since most snakes only have two
eyes.

With twelve players, there are three tables of four
ladies.  There is a "loser" table, a middle table, and
the "head" table.  When you win at the loser or middle
tables, the partners get up and move to the next
higher table.  At the head table, the winners stay
put.  The losers at the loser and middle table change
seats so that they are no longer partners.  The losers
at the head table drop down to the loser table.  So,
except at the head table, you also have a different
partner every game.

My normal group keeps track of Bunkos, wipeouts, wins,
and losses.  The person with the highest number of
these gets a prize.  There is also a "traveling"
Bunko, which is a stuffed dice that you get when you
roll a Bunko.  The last person to hold the traveling
Bunko gets a prize.  Likewise, there is a traveling
snakeyes, which is a stuffed snake that serves the
same purpose for wipeouts.

I know it sounds complicated, but it is so very fun! 
There are websites dedicated to this game, it is so
fun.

Now, this group plays a little differently.

If you roll a Bunko, Paolo will lick you in front of
everyone for a minute.

If you roll a wipeout, you have to suck Paolo for a
minute in front of everyone.

If you are a winner, you and your partner kiss for a
minute.

If you are a loser, you have to take off a piece of
clothes.  When you are naked, everytime you lose the
winners get to roll a dice to see who gets to make you
eat her.  If both losers are naked, the winner who
rolls the highest dice gets to pick who eats her, and
the other loser eats the other winner.

At the end of the night, the lady with the most wins
gets fucked by the very anxious Paolo until he cums in
her.  At that point, the lady with the most losses
cleans up the mess.  The lady with the traveling Bunko
(in this case, a jar of Slippery Stuff), gets eaten
and fucked by the lady with the traveling snakeye (in
this case, a largish realistic dildo).

I knew the rules before I arrived, which is why I was
so excited and had butterflies.  I would be trying sex
with a woman for the first time. Not only that, but I
would be having sex with a woman I didn't know (unless
it was Vanessa, which would be creepy).

The first game had barely started when one of the
ladies rolled a Bunko.  I watched enviously as she
swiveled around and spread her knees.  Paolo got on
all fours and put his head under her skirt.  A lady at
the head table started a digital egg timer, and I was
quite hot from watching when the beeper went off.  She
got possession of the jar of Slippery Stuff, and the
game resumed.

Just before the head table reached 21, one of the
ladies rolled a wipeout.  She first removed Paolo's
apron, so that we could all see his magnificent
member.  Then she gave him a slow, deliberate BJ that
we could tell he liked.  I wondered what would happen
if he came before the end of the night.  Certainly, he
was getting very erect.  The beeper went off, and she
took the dildo traveling snakeye.

A moment later, the head table reached 21.  I looked
at our score sheet, and saw that we had 14 while the
other team had 18.  Vanessa, my partner, and I were
the losers.  I watched the two winning ladies begin to
kiss while I kicked off one of the high heels I was
wearing.  Vanessa chose to remove her blouse, showing
me her pretty natural tits (she has nice large
nipples).  The kissing ladies were using lots of
tongue, and the kiss was hot to watch.  After an
eternity, someone complained that the timer hadn't
been started.  There were laughs all around, but it
turns out it was a standing joke: the timer would
never be started.

The next game, I was the next one to get a wipeout. 
Rather than just turn and lean in to him, I knelt
submissively while I blew him.  His cock was large and
meaty, the largest I had ever sucked.  Compared to
Mitch, my mouth felt full.  Full of Paola's pretty
prick, I thought, bobbing up and down his shaft.  I
also couldn't help but slide my hands over his skin,
feeling his taught muscles.  I could feel him
throbbing in my mouth and I thought I could get him to
cum soon, but the damned timer beeped.  I took
possession of the dildo, and play resumed.

The ladies at my table complimented me quietly on my
technique, which made me blush.  I had acted like
quite the slut, but then that was the point of this
party, right?  Sucking this strange man in front of
women I didn't know was very liberating, I realized. 
All my old rules of behavior were null and void.

Because I had rolled a wipeout, my partner and I lost.
 Dolefully, I kicked off my other shoe, as did my
partner.  We watched Vanessa and her partner (a pretty
blonde) kissing like lesbo lovers, and looked at each
other.  I decided that next round I would either win
or just grab the other loser and kiss her.  This
voyeurism stuff was just too erotic!

The next game, I did win.  I licked my lips at the
prospect of kissing my partner, a curvy short-haired
brunette.  First though, Vanessa drew attention by
being the first loser to show her pussy.  She had
advanced to the middle table and lost for the second
time.  Now, she was only in her shoes.  I didn't have
time to stare though, because my partner grabbed my
hair and pulled me into a breathtaking kiss.  It was
fierce, passionate, giving.  Her lips were soft and
wide apart, as she probed my mouth with her tongue.  I
was aware that I was softly moaning, I was so turned
on.  The time went quickly, and I felt like I could
have kissed her for twice as long.

Since Vanessa had lost, when I advanced I could have
been her partner.  Instead, I chose the other lady,
sitting next to Vanessa.  As we played, I stole my
hand over and rubbed Vanessa's leg.  I was surprised
at how sexual my feelings were for my best friend, but
I just wanted to go with them.  Vanessa grabbed my
hand, surreptitiously putting it on her pussy.  I was
just getting up the nerve to finger her when Vanessa
rolled a Bunko!

Again, she was outrageous.  Instead of letting Paolo
get on his hands and knees to lick her, she had him
lay on his back and she rode his face.  She reached
down and fondled his boner while he ate her.  She
closed her eyes and wore a contented smile, and I was
very jealous.  Looking at the other women in the room,
I guessed we all were.

My partner and I ended up losing again, and after we
removed our tops, I went over and we played with each
other's tits while the kissing went on.  My partner's
fingers were very experienced, bringing my nipples to
a nice hard erection.  We even kissed lightly while we
waited for the timer.

The next game, I was one of the first three ladies to
become naked, having lost for the fourth time.  I
wasn't a bit embarrassed.  I was so horny that I sat
and touched myself while watching the winners kiss.  I
thought about how the next time I lost, I would be
licking a pussy for the first time.  I clenched at the
thought, getting very wet.  I was totally looking
forward to it.

The next game, I actually won for a change.  When my
partner slipped her hand down to fondle me as we
kissed, I did the same to her.  Every movement of her
fingers made a jolt of electricity run through me, and
judging by how wet she got, the same was true for her.

I advanced to the head table, and scored my first
Bunko that game.  I liked the thought of Paolo being
on his hands and knees, and I thoroughly enjoyed his
tongue for a minute.  Two rolls later, the lady next
to me, my opponent named Lexy, rolled a Bunko.  She
crooked a finger at me, and I went over and kissed her
while Paolo licked her.  When the timer didn't go off,
there was a scandal: the Lexy was in charge of the
timer and had "forgotten".  No matter, they were all
just jealous anyways.

True to form, my partner and I lost.  Lexy just kept
rolling 6s after 6s until she reached 21.  As she
rolled, I kept thinking about how I might taste a
woman for the first time and the reality just kept
getting clearer.  I was really nervous when she picked
up the handbell and rang the game over.

Turns out I was the first woman to lose five times,
and everyone stopped to watch while I ate the winner. 
Lexy got up on the table, and laid on her back with
her legs wide.  Her pussy was a vivid pink, flushed
with blood, and dripping wet.  Judging by the
beautiful petals of her feminine rose, she had been
fucked at least twice a day since she was seventeen
years old; her lips were huge!  And I was to place my
mouth down there and lick her.  Holy shit!

It's one thing to talk about lesbian sex, but quite
another to engage in it.  It played to what my mother
had hinted at when I was young: females were smelly
and messy "down there."  It had taken years to accept
that Mitch not only tolerated eating me, but actually
loved doing it.  And here I was with my face in
another woman's crotch, smelling and tasting and
feeling her.  It was shocking to do it.

I decided to focus on pleasing Lexy as best I could,
and matter-of-factly leaned in and swirled my tongue
over her clit.  Then I licked between her big lips,
curling my tongue up her oozing valley.  Vanessa told
me later that it looked like I had eaten cunt for
years.  I heard several murmurs from the other ladies,
alluding to my performance and encouraging me "you go
girl."

Lexy began to moan softly, running her hands through
my hair and pressing my face deeper into her.  Gaining
confidence, I pulled her lips open and smacked wetly
on her wetness.  I loved when Mitch did that to me,
and so did Lexy.  She humped her pussy at me, and I
began lapping steadily at her clit, burying my tongue
into her to rub the base of her clit from time to
time.

Some of the girls started calling "time!" and I knew I
had been eating her for way more than a minute.  But I
also knew Lexy was really close to orgasm, and I knew
I'd feel totally frustrated if I were the one being
eaten and my lover stopped.  So, I just kept going
until Lexy  began to grunt and she came.  I only
thought she was wet before, because now she
practically gushed juices.  I slowly lapped them up
while the other ladies applauded.

Standing, I looked around to see that some of the
other women had not been able to resist doing it
themselves.  Most were fingering themselves, but two
were face first into other women.  One was french
kissing Paolo while another was slowly sucking him. 
This party was quickly degenerating into a sex orgy.

Each of the interludes between games grew longer as
more women got naked.  Paolo continued serving us
drinks, which didn't help much.  Drunken women were
all over each other, kissing, fingering, licking. 
Just watching was extremely erotic.  I felt bad for
Paolo, who was destined to see all this action but to
not cum until the end.

Having tasted my first pussy, I didn't mind doing it
more.  All of the women were clean and nice, and
giving them pleasure was thrilling.  When Bridget gave
me my first experience of being eaten by another
woman, I found it to be as good as when Mitch did it. 
She was soft and sensitive, knowing where to lick or
kiss or suck, and when.  Where Mitch was
goal-oriented, and I loved him for it, Bridget was
most interested in the journey towards orgasm.  I
could get used to that, definitely.

The night progressed into drunken debauchery.  It got
so that even dropping the dice on the floor was a
valid excuse to either being fingered or having your
mouth directed to a soaking wet pussy, or both.  I was
surprised the first time I aggressively grabbed a
woman and pushed her face into my crotch.  I didn't
know I could be so dominant, and yet I needed her
mouth on me.  She didn't seem to mind, tonguing me
enthusiastically while I humped at her.  The other
ladies at the table didn't mind the interruption, one
of them coming over to french kiss me, the other
kissing my ears and neck.  My head was swooning at the
combinations and how freely sex was given.  It was an
orgy, and I was a full participant.

Finally, the games ended when one woman passed out in
the potty.  We all brought our scorecards to the
hostess, a plumpish lady named Wendy whose pussy was
now coated with lipstick (some of the lipstick was
mine).  She tallied the winners, losers, Bunkos, and
wipeouts.  Patricia, a leggy blonde was the overall
winner.  I wasn't shocked to learn I was the big
loser, and so I would clean Patricia after Paolo came
in her.  A redhead named Theresa was holding the
traveling Bunko (slippery stuff), and would be fucked
with the dildo Vanessa was holding (the traveling
snakeye).

Wendy produced a thick bathsheet, which she spread on
a coffee table for Patricia to lay on.  The blonde
promptly laid down, ordering Paolo to come over and
fuck her hard.  He was happy to comply, and as he was
about to push his fat muscle into her, Patricia
invited Wendy for a ride on her face.  She squealed
loudly as Paolo stretched her box, until Wendy settled
her chubby cunt over her mouth.

I didn't expect Paolo to last very long.  He had been
witness to sex all night, and had his pretty cock
sucked many times, giving oral sex just as many times.
 But, Paolo was a pro.  Definitely.  Once he had
pushed all the way into Patricia, he worked in and out
ever faster until he was ramming in and out with
astonishing force and pace.  Looked like he could last
all night.

Finally tearing my envious eyes from Patricia, I
watched Vanessa fuck Theresa.  Her lips and tongue
were all over Theresa's clit, licking and slurping as
she jammed the dildo in and out six inches at a time. 
While I watched, another lady suggested that Theresa
get on her hands and knees with Vanessa underneath. 
That done, the lady roughly pulled Theresa's cheeks
apart and began attacking her butthole  with her
tongue.  Theresa's groans of pleasure suggested that
it was enjoyable.

By the time I turned back to Patricia, she and Wendy
were 69ing, and another lady had taken a cue from
Theresa's assailant and was pressing her tongue into
Paolo's backdoor.  His face was turned upward, and he
was sucking air, trying to delay his orgasm.  He
pulled out, trying to stall, but Wendy grabbed his
cock and eagerly swallowed him.  Moments later, he was
shoving himself back into Patricia, who could be heard
to moan loudly as he filled her.

I hand rested on my shoulder, and I turned to see
Lexy, who was desperately eyeing me.  I succumbed to
the moment, and she and I kissed fiercely.  Our hands
found each other's pussy, and began to rub.  Lexy
actually slapped my pussy a couple times, making me
see stars.  I finally got the hint, and spanked hers a
couple times, then wriggled in two fingers.  Lexy
gripped my hair, commanding me to obey as she savagely
kissed me until she came. I had been very close to
cumming myself, but Lexy virtually collapsed from the
intensity of her orgasm.

Before I could find an unattached woman to get me off,
Paolo made all heads turn with an orgasmic bellow.  It
was like watching some animal rutting as he shook,
shouted, and stabbed his prick into Patricia.  His
muscles glistened with sweat, and his buttocks flexed
as a tremendous amount (as I was to find out) of sperm
shot into lucky Patricia.

Finally, totally spent, he collapsed backward.  I
started towards the kitchen, but Vanessa (done with
fucking Theresa) stopped me, asking where I was going.
 When I told I was getting a towel to clean up
Patricia, Vanessa told me that wasn't the plan.  With
what I think of as an evil glint in her eye, she
informed me that I was to clean up Patricia with my
mouth.  Oh God!  I was to lick up the filling Paolo
had given her.

Woozy now, I stumbled to Patricia in a daze.  I heard
cheers ringing dully in my ears.  The other women were
ready for this culmination of the evening.  Patricia
lay on the coffee table, smiling and with her legs up
and spread into a V.  From her hole appeared globs of
thick semen mixed with the fluids she had been
producing.  I knelt, knowing I had to do it, but
wishing to God it wasn't me.

Bucking it up, I spread her soaked lips with my thumbs
and slid my tongue into the warm goo oozing out.  It
was like pushing into fresh pudding, thick and warm. 
As I licked her out, I realized it wasn't so bad.  I
had to admit that I now had acquired a taste for
pussy, although I didn't think I could say it out loud
yet.  The cream coming out of Patricia was flavored
strongly of Paolo, but it tasted just as strongly of
cunt juice.

I warmed to the task, spreading her open, sucking out
creampie.  She gasped, and I slathered her clitty with
my salvia and their cream.  After only a couple
minutes, Patricia came hard on my mouth.  Her
well-fucked pussy practically burped cum, which I had
to gobble down or it would escape.  I kept going,
slowing down as her orgasm subsided.  I would have
tried to give her another orgasm, except that she
pushed me away, telling me her pussy was
super-sensitive.  I could understand, although I was
hungry for more cream.

My husband Mitch had alluded several times to his
desire to eat my used pussy.  I had always resisted,
thinking that it was disgusting.  Well, now I was the
one who had done it.  How different my viewpoints were
after this night!  As I dressed and prepared to leave
with Vanessa, I smiled to think Mitch was going to eat
a creampie tonight, whether he wanted to or not!  I
still had not cum, and I was supremely horny.

Before I left, all the girls insisted on giving me a
kiss goodbye.  I had proven to be an excellent sub,
they agreed.  Of course, all the women kissed me
open-mouthed.  Lexy hugged me, whispering that she
wanted to have me for lunch in the upcoming weeks.  I
told her I welcomed the invitation, but that she was
going to be the one eating.  She smiled, saying that
turnabout was fair.

Vanessa and I didn't speak on the way home, and I
think we were both unsure where our friendship would
go from here.  Were we to be lovers as well as best
friends?  I wasn't sure.

I was sure, though, that Mitch was about to be very
lucky.  The bedroom light was still on when I got
home, and I knew he was staying up to see if he'd get
a piece.  Yes, he'd get a huge slice of creampie.

Note:

If you didn't understand my instructions to play
Bunko, I am sorry.  It truly is a fun game.  Check out
http://www.bunkonet.com, which is the best site I have
found on Bunko.

Comments appreciated to creampiestories@yahoo.com

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