Message-ID: <40169asstr$1041232210@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <creampiestories@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021229181310.8589.qmail@web40403.mail.yahoo.com> From: Creampie Eater <creampiestories@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 10:13:10 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Bunko" (FF, group) by Creampie Eater Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 02:10:10 -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/Year2002/40169> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, 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. 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 __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. 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