Elliescuck
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#1 Posted: 7 Aug 2009 18:49
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Scott’s Creampie
I laid there, anticipating the pleasant fullness of his cock in me. Scott had gently played my pussy with his fingers and gotten me very aroused and wet. He loves to get between my spread legs and watch as my sex opens up and blooms for him while he lightly massages it. Most times he will also use his lips and tongue to gently lick up and down my slit and suck on my clit. Tonight he didn’t, and was now moving up to mount me.
“Don’t you want to taste me tonight?” I asked as I draped my arms around his neck.
"I want to after we’re finished” Scott said.
“Why?” I asked. The head of his cock had just slipped into my velvety tunnel.
“I just do”, he said. “I want to use my mouth on you after we cum.”
“OK” I replied, not meaning it. He had fully entered me now.
“I need you to tell me to do it. I need you to make me clean up your pussy”, he insisted. We were now one; both lubricated by me and ready.
“I don’t feel comfortable with that”, I told him as he pushed up onto his knees but stayed inside me.
I was totally Scott’s now. My knees were drawn toward my chest and spread. His cock was buried in my pussy and my clit was right in front of him, begging for his attention. I held my breasts in and up, squeezing them and pinching my nipples, displaying them for his pleasure. I was totally accessible and defenseless. His hands could touch anywhere he wanted and his eyes could see every inch of my body as he played with it; a playground for our mutual pleasure. I was giving myself to him and he was taking me.
“Do it for me”, Scott pleaded as he simultaneously moved inside me, massaged my clit with his thumb, and played with my rock hard nipples,” Please feed me your ‘creampie’”. We were developing the rhythm that would eventually carry us to our climax.
Without any other words coming to mind, I merely said, "We’ll see".
We finished up as usual, cumming together. As Scott dismounted from me he kissed his way down my body and snuck a peek at my used and swollen pussy, but did not make a move toward it. I, likewise, did not say anything about his request. This was not the first time he had mentioned it, and it was obvious that once the moment had passed his enthusiasm did as well.
During the next week I kept thinking about what Scott kept saying. The fantasy of cleaning me up after sex was obviously a strong one for him. He had referred to it as a ‘creampie’, which I assumed was a reference to the fact that I do make excellent cream pies topped with fruit. I often give them as gifts.
I didn’t understand his desire, but I did understand that it was something he thought he wanted. I began to devise a plan to fulfill his elusive fantasy in a way that we could both enjoy.
A few weeks later, on the night before Scott’s birthday, I quietly whispered in his ear that I wanted him to wait until 11pm to come up to our room. I went ahead to put the kids to bed and to prepare myself for him. At the appointed hour he came into our room, where I was in a short silk robe. I sent him to shower and shave.
When Scott came out of the bathroom I was waiting for him, naked in the glow of a hooded lamp.
Scott reached out for me, but I stepped away and said, "Lay on your back," and pointing to the bed. He quickly complied. I climbed up and kissed him, briefly playing with the erection that he was now growing. As he reached out for me I told him to close his eyes and not peek until I said to. His eyes closed and his mouth formed an excited smile.
I shifted around into a sixty-nine position and knelt astride his head. I told him to open his eyes and enjoy the view. I let his eyes feast on the sight of me hovering just above him and he began to moan in excitement. After a few moments I lowered my pussy down to his mouth. I rarely offer myself to Scott in this way, but he began to tongue me expertly, moaning loudly as he feasted on my sex. I rubbed my clit on his chin and let his tongue delve into me, opening me up, preparing me.
After a few minutes I moved away and turned to face him. Straddling his waist, I lifted his cock straight up and impaled myself on it, loving how it filled me.
"I bet you are wondering what this is all about," I purred.
"Well, actually, I am," he replied. I could see he was struggling not to cum.
"I know you have been fantasizing about cumming in me and then eating it back out. You have called it a ‘creampie’. I know you have been fixated on it, but you always chicken out after you cum." I let it sit there, waiting for a reply. But his face showed that I was speaking the truth. "Tonight, for your birthday, you are going to get what you have asked for. In a minute or two, you will pump me full of your cum, and then I'm going to kneel over your face and let you lick it out. Then, we're going to fuck and you'll eat me again after that.”
“These special ‘creampies’ are just for you, and they will be topped with me.”, I told him. Then I squeezed him with my vagina and reached up to hold my tits out for his inspection. “What do you think about your birthday present”, I asked?
"Oh my God," he whispered. Then, without even a single stroke, Scott began to cum in me. I leaned forward to let him suck on my dangling nipples while he finished. As he began to soften and fall out of me, I reached down and held my pussy lips together to keep his cum from leaking out.
As I slowly moved up his body I asked, “Are you ready for the fresh ‘creampie’ I just made?” He had a glazed look in his eyes as he watched me straddle his face and pull open the lips of my semen-filled pussy. As he stared into my swollen and gaping hole I felt our combined juices beginning to leak out. I waited a few moments so he could watch it happen, then I lowered myself to his mouth. It took only a second before he began to eat me hungrily, his tongue probing impossibly far into my pussy. He actually put his mouth over my entire sex and sucked hard. I squeezed my vaginal muscles, trying to give him as much of us as I could.
I found that my pussy was on fire from all the attention Scott was giving it. I leaned back so that I could put a hand on the bed and began humping his face, orgasming quickly.
Scott was getting hard again, and I that’s what I needed to complete my plan. I climbed off of his face and moved to the middle of the bed. I got on my hands and knees facing away from him. Wiggling my ass for him I said, "Don't just lay there, come screw me!"
Scott moved behind and entered me for the second time that night. I have never enjoyed this position, but I know he does. He likes to watch my breasts swinging in the bedroom mirror and cup them in his hand like exotic hanging fruit.
This time he lasted longer. After he came Scott withdrew from me. Again, I reached back to hold my pussy lips together. I told him to get off the bed and on his knees by the side, facing me. I backed up to the edge where he was, but stayed on my hands and knees. It was now after midnight, and officially his birthday.
Looking back over my shoulder, I said, “Dessert is served, birthday boy”. I put my shoulders down and reached back with my other hand so I could hold my pussy open for him. He leaned forward and hungrily ate my ‘creampie’ as it leaked from me. After a minute I released the hold I had on my pussy and raised my shoulders again so he could grab and play with my hanging tits while he ate. As I enjoyed the sensation of his mouth and hands on the places that only he had ever seen or touched I looked back and said, “Happy Birthday, honey.”
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