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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Charity Event" (MF, true) by Creampie Eater
Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 03:10:05 -0500
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also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are
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Creampie Charity Event
----------------------

My wife Perra waited until we were back in the car to
announce, "You know, I haven't been wearing panties
all night." She said it so casually, as if such a
thing were commonplace in our lives. For my part, I
was thunderstruck. It was lucky I didn't careen off
the road as my mind became instantly and totally
absorbed, trying to comprehend her words.

We had been to a charity fundraiser for a "service
league". It was a black tie event, and I was sure the
dinner and auction would raise a quarter million
dollars. I had spent a large part of the night trying
to not stare at other women, because this was the kind
of glittering social sets that I find enormously
appealing. In my last story, I talked at length about
my fetish for bobbed hair, and elegant bobs were quite
in fashion amongst the women attending. The chance to
ogle so many women who looked like my wet dream was
unprecedented.

Backing up still further in the chain of events, I had
deeply resented going. I am very personable, so you
would never imagine I usually hate charity dinners. I
just don't like mingling, although I am very good at
it. I hadn't been consulted before Perra paid $100 per
ticket for us to go, so I grumbled mightily. I
threatened making her go alone, but it was an empty
threat and she knew it.

Before we made it to the dinner, we met up with other
couples we like to have champagne and hours d'horves.
My Perra was gorgeous, wearing a black sequined
knee-length gown. Her hair was poofed and lacquered,
and her makeup was "evening" and tasteful. I knew my
friend Glenn appreciated Perra's look, because I
caught him several times stealing a peek down her
cleavage. Glenn is as much a boob man as I am a bob
man.

The other women were similarly stunning, but to me the
evening became bearable when the small party launched
into lewd discussions about the goings-on amongst
various of the service league members. For example,
instead of attending "Botox Parties", several of the
women attend "Makeover Parties" where the male
bisexual hairdresser gives them more than just a new
hairdo. When I met some of these people later in the
night, I had at least something dirty to think about
rather than letting them bore me with society chatter.


Let's face it though, other than a decent dinner and
dancing and gawking, the event was pretty marginal for
me. I knew Perra loved it, which is why I was there.
What I didn't know is that she was showing her
appreciation all night by going pantiless!

When she told me, I reached over and pulled her
elegant dress up, feeling nothing but creamy thigh and
then smooth hip. Sliding my hand further, I felt her
public hairs, matted with her juices. She had been
excited all night, and I could feel it. I fingered
her, stunned that I could!

Perra is what you imagine when you think soccer mom.
Very vanilla, very resistant to sex. She never wants
to try anything new. In the whole Madonna/Whore
complex thing, she had gone for 100% Madonna, 0%
whore. Sex was a duty for her, and one she didn't take
seriously.

I had asked her many times to be exciting for me, and
she had teased me with the idea of going without
panties, but never had. I didn't expect she ever
would. So having her do so at a stuffy charity event
was a total shock. And yet, there was no denying that
I was now sliding my fingers over a very wet pussy
with a nicely hard clit. She was loving it.

I wanted to bone her in the van, but she wouldn't hear
of it. We had promised the babysitter we would get
home early, and midnight was approaching. I drove home
my hand between her legs the entire way. Perra went
inside to get the sitter while I stayed in the van. I
knew Mandy, the sitter, would immediately see my
erection if I stood up.

I drove her home, for once not even fantasizing about
Mandy leaning over to use her 16-year old mouth on my
39 year-old prick. I was too busy worrying that Perra
had drank too much and would be passed out before I
got home. I will admit to exceeding the speed limit in
my haste to get back to the house.

When I got home, I feared the worse. All the ground
floor lights were ablaze, as if Perra had stumbled up
to bed. Dutifully, I turned out the lights and got a
big glass of ice water, just in case. Always, always,
after sex, Perra wants a glass of icewater and I just
want to snuggle. So, just in case, I brought the water
with me.

At the sound of my rummaging through the icemaker, I
heard the dog jump off our bed with a thud and come
bounding downstairs for an ice-cube (which she
considers a treat). That sound was discouraging,
because Perra usually closes the bedroom door when she
in the mood, wanting to lock the dog out. Since she
was on the bed with Perra, I knew the bedroom door was
open, and Perra would be passed out.

When I went upstairs, the door stood wide open, but
the room glowed as if lit by candles. Perra was awake
and murmured that I should close the door when I
reached the doorway. I did, locking the indignant
Australian Shepherd out. I stood there for a moment,
again amazed at Perra.

She was lying on the bed, the covers thrown back so I
could see her slowly rubbing her pussy. Her dress was
off, but she was still wearing the thigh-high hose
that made it look like she was wearing pantyhose while
letting her pussy remain open to the air. She was also
still wearing the black pumps she had worn, with the
cute ankle straps. I had asked her many times to wear
pumps like that, but I had completely missed that she
had! I had missed so very much tonight!

"Do you like your surprise?" Perra asked while I
peeled off my clothes, freeing my erection.

"MMMMmmmm, yes," I moaned, joining her on the bed. I
kissed her, deeply. Our tongues wrestled for a bit,
but then she allowed me to overpower her and explore
her mouth. God, I felt so loved!

Her hand reached down to envelop my member, tugging
gently at me. "I thought you might," she said, jerking
me for emphasis. "But I thought you would notice while
we danced, and smuggle me into a restroom stall...."

Oh My God, she had been open to having sex at the
charity ball! I had an instant picture of us rejoining
the dance floor, cum dripping out of her freshly
fucked cunt. Damn!

I didn't even wait for her permission, but went down
to eat her pussy. Perra is often resistant to having
me tongue her, but now she spread her legs and pressed
my head, urging me to eat her more. She was so out of
character, loving sex so much, groaning with pleasure
as I ran my tongue from "t'ain't" to clit and back. I
swiped deeply between her juicy lips, and we both
enjoyed it.

I moved up then, and pressed my cock into her. She
wrapped her legs around my back, and I could feel her
sexy heels against my skin. I leaned over and kissed
her, marveling that she would let my pussy-flavored
tongue so deeply into her mouth. I fucked her for just
a few moments, then pulled out and slide back down to
rim her now-open cunt. Again, she growled in pleasure.

We repeated this a couple times, then I pulled a
pillow out and propped her hips up. I could both eat
her better and gain better penetration. Perra had
never let me do this before, and I took full
advantage. When she spread her legs wide and pressed
her heels into my shoulders as I fucked her, I felt
like I was with a completely different woman.

A couple times like this and I finally discharged a
gallon of sperm into her. I couldn't wait to slide
down and suck my semen from her. I was certain I
would, but Perra had other plans.

She slid me up so that we were kissing, then guided my
hand to her sloppy orifice. Her hand covered mine,
showing me how she wanted to be fingered. It was a
frequent lovemaking style we enjoyed, but again she
made it just that more sexy. She urged me to finger
fuck her, and when my hand was coated with creampie,
she pulled it up to my mouth. She forced my fingers to
fuck my mouth, to clean off the cum and juices. Then,
she guided them back down to repeat the coating
process, while she kissed me passionately.

At one point, I felt her delicate tongue taking a
taste of the juices covering my fingers, which got me
to thinking maybe someday I'd watch her eating another
woman. (Yeah, we men are so turned on by the lesbo
thing, aren't we? We're dogs, actually.) That whole
image got me hard again, and I pointed this out to
her.

Smiling, she shoved me onto my back and mounted me. I
can't recall the last time we fucked twice in one
night, but I loved the sloppy-seconds feel. It didn't
take long for her to cum, grinding her clit on my
mound, pinching my nipples. I dearly wanted to cum
too, but I found I was going to just be happy with her
orgasm. I wasn't ready yet.

Tired, she rolled off me and turned back to snuggle.
She felt my cock, and used her fingers to squeegee off
the creampie coating it. This she fed to me, letting
me lick the delicious mixture, then stuffing her
fingers into my mouth so that I would suck them.

Of course, before we could go to sleep and dream of
the night, I had to get up and grab the icewater I had
brought with me. I also had to let in our dog, who
bounded onto the bed and flopped at the foot with a
satisfied grunt.

It occurred to me that I should have been the one with
the satisfied grunt.

*****

Y'all are always pining for a true story, and this was
one. Wait, it was more than that; it was a dream come
true.

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received.


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