Creampie Stories

I’ll publish several creampie stories about cuckold creampie. And that’s a first creampie story:
Lisa and I were talking as we were driving to the beach. We were in Florida, and I told her I wanted her to enjoy herself today, to just relax and let whatever happens, happen in my creampie stories.

As we pulled up to the beach, she saw the signs saying it was a clothing optional beach. She looked at me and said, I don’t know if I’m ready to listen creampie stories yet.

I said don’t worry, I have a bathing suit for you. I reached under the seat, pulled the bag out and handed it to her. She opened the bag and pulled the two little pieces of cloth out and with amazement in her voice said, you want me to hear creampie stories? I smiled and said yes, I want everyone to see what a hot woman I have.

She looked at the small pieces of sheer cloth again, and said, but everyone will be able to see everything. I said I know, but it’s a nude beach, so you’ll be wearing more then most. She looked at me laughed, and said you’re such a creampie stories lover.

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“Yea, I want to fuck you”, I started.

“And suck me, too”, she interjected.

“Yea, I’ll make love to you anyway you want creampie stories, if you fuck other men for me”. I pledged.

“Good. I hope you do share my creampie stories with your friends. It will be really fuckin’ fun. Now, come here and clean up this mess you left on my tummy.” She pointed to her cute belly button with my cream puddled there.

I kissed my way down to her tummy, and tentatively touched my tongue to the cream I had left there, like icing on a birthday cake.

“You need to train for making love to me after I’ve had other men.” She pointed out. “Come on, I know you want it.”

I licked her tummy, and immediately began to follow the trail of cum from one spot to the next. When I had gotten all I could find, I went back to licking her pussy.

“Umm… that’s good. I like being your sexy wife. Only girl cum there now. You’ll have to fix the creampie stories soon.”

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“Oh, he’ll want you, alright. No man could resist your charms, gorgeous”, I said, as I moved toward her. She seemed to be reading my mind as she continued our creampie stories

“Well, then, come over hear and suck my pussy good. I’m so juicy I need a little clean up.”

I moved to her and dropped to my knees, putting my face and mouth at just the right location – her steamy crotch. I licked and sucked her pussy, and tongued her clit until she had a massive orgasm; more of her juices were forced out then for me to lick up. Then, I moved up and cuddled her, kissing her sweetly. “I love you, Kim”, I whispered.

“I love you too, darling. But now you know my secret. I’ll never fuck anyone else unless you bring him to me while I’m hot enough to play with myself for you. But if you do, I’ll be sure he knows that you have a very sexy wife, and I will fuck him real good and suck him and let him cum in my mouth and pussy. Would you like that, darling?”

“Ah, creampie stories” I moaned, as my dick began to pump and I came on her belly, without even touching it. “You make me so hot”.

“Really? You like the idea of me fucking someone for you, don’t you? You know, if I do, you’ll have to make love to me after our creampie stories, don’t you?”

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“See, I told you I was married to a sexy wife. I am so proud that you are so sexy”, I continued my creampie stories. I wanted to reinforce what I had told her earlier, that when other men wanted her, I felt special.

“You wouldn’t mind if other men noticed how sexy I was?” she teased. I guess she needed more reassurance.

“I like it when other men notice that my wife is very sexy” I responded, as she smiled again.

“Um… yes”, she cooed, “I’m feeling very sexy right now. If I felt this sexy while your friends were visiting, I think I could let them watch, too. But, you should realize that if I am this hot, I won’t want to stop with showing myself. I’ll want to fuck.” She continued to stroke her pussy as it opened up and glistened. Her lips were also glistening because her mouth was watering and she was licking her lips.

“I’ll just have to remember that you are fucking them for me, because you want to show them how sexy a wife I have.”

“Oh, shit”, she moaned, moving her finger faster across her swelling clit. “It’s hot to think about such creampie stories, darling. If you want some guy to fuck me, I’ll you have to do is let him see me while I’m this hot, and I’ll fuck him if he wants the creampie stories with me.”
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I was worried for my girlfriend Gina. She had recently gotten into some very strange stuff. High on the list was her penchant for gangbangs. No matter how many times I told her how risky they were, or how much I feared for her with a dozen sex-starved guys, she did it anyways.

When I left for the library, she was preparing for another. ‘Preparing’ means she would put on a skimpy outfit designed to arouse the guys, trimming her bush down to nothing, and taking an enema if she wanted anal. She wanted anal tonite, and as I left she was working lube up her ass with a bullet vibrator.

One of the worse things was that she often hosted the party at our place if I was going to work. That meant it reeked of sex when I got home, and there’d be a new cigarette burn in the carpet. On the plus side, I didn’t have to worry about how she was getting home. On balance, it was better to do it at the apartment. If she was gone when I got home, I’d know something was wrong.

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Connie, Lee, and I had known each other since the first grade. That was more time than I wanted to think about, like 25 years or so. We started out heaving iceballs at each other, got busted to the principal’s office, and became close friends. I thought of them like sister and brother. I think our tight-knit togetherness was why none of us had ever had a serious relationship.

So maybe it was a bad idea to take the new designer drug Taboo. This is a drug that’s chief benefit was a feeling of euphoria and good will, but whose chief negative was breakdown of inhibitions. Yeah, that negative was also cited as a positive, since users sometimes did new things they were too tightly wound to enjoy. We were all pretty stressed, so when Lee score three tabs we decided to pop ‘em and let the good times roll.

The feeling of happiness and power took me by surprise. I’d tried most other drugs, but this one rocked! I felt like I was glowing, and I smiled so much it hurt. It wasn’t until later that I realized my judgment was impaired.

One of the things we decided was to play a game we called “Taboo”. Pretty original name, huh? It was like Truth or Dare, but the idea was to expand our boundaries. We took turns suggesting something daring, and the other two would have to do it. If they didn’t, they risked being called a pussy. OK, laugh, because I know it isn’t a very strong penalty. But realize we made up the rules when we thought every thing was possible.

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I barely had time to throw on a clean t-shirt and jeans before the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” I called, since everyone was expecting it was Mr. Green coming to pick me up. Sure enough, it was Mr. Green. I grabbed my backpack and called out “I’m going now” to the household population at large. No one replied.

“Hi Jenny,” he said. “You ready?” Like a gentleman, he reached for my backpack.

“Sure,” I said, handing him my pack. I noted how effortlessly he carried it.

As he led the way to his Suburban, he apologized, “I’m sorry, but I am on an important phone call. Can you be very quiet? I need to resolve this right away.”

“No problem!” I replied. I thought it would be fun to listen to him do business. My dad never talked about his work, so this would be a first. Mr. Green opened the passenger side back door, and I slid in. He handed me my pack and shut the door.

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As much as I like her and find her erotic and fun, there is one thing I wish I could change about Jota: she dislikes cum. The expression of distaste on her face as she views semen clearly indicates she hates it. She hates the smell, the texture, the taste… the very essence of sperm. After my successful visit with her, I decided I would do something about that if I ever had the chance.

My chance came surprisingly quickly. Less than a week passed before she called to say the problem with her computer was back, and could I come out to help? I agreed and found myself at her house the next day.

It took a minute to fix her computer. I had removed a rogue application from the Start Up folder so that it wouldn’t automatically run anymore. Seeing the symptoms, I looked and there enough was that stupid program. Seeing her sheepish smile, I new she had planted it, and I praised her ingenuity.

With the computer fixed and her intentions clear, I recommended that she needed to be ’serviced’ as well. “Might as well get you running right too,” I smiled.

She agreed.

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I have a great old friend I call Jota. Long ago, when she was my secretary, she called a girl a Jota (pronounced Hota). I asked what it meant, and she told me it was mexican slang for ‘pussy’. It became an in-joke between us, and eventually my affectionate pet name for her after we became, uh, ‘intimate’.

Our intimacy didn’t last long enough. We had become lovers to help us each survive bad marriages. So when her marriage improved and she was let go from my company, we grew apart. It was painful, but I was happy for her even while I was still stuck in a bad marriage. We’d see each other and I once ate her in her bathroom and she once fulfilled my fantasy to be fucked with a strap-on, but it was infrequent.

One thing that did survive our distance was my role as her computer problem solver. She and her husband are computer illiterates, and she has teen boys who ‘do things’ to their computer. Thus, I am sometimes called out to fix their ailing system. When they got their new computer last year, I figured they wouldn’t need me for a while.

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I watched his forehead intently, seeing the perspiration form on his brow. A bead formed surprisingly quickly and finally detached to begin traveling down the bridge of his nose. There, it gathered momentum as it joined with other beads. Finally, it reached the tip and hung on for just a moment before dripping off. The droplet fell until it struck my wife on her cheek, there to mingle with her own sweat.

Nancy was as drenched with sweat as Seth, the man fucking her. To Nancy, sex was better when it was all hot and sweaty. Thus, we were in an airless cheap motel room, the air conditioning off and heavy curtains pulled across the windows. The atmosphere reeked with the scent of sex. I guessed that the nasty floral polyester bedspread was a total loss.

I watched, perched on the edge of the ancient over-stuffed chair. I could see Seth’s heavily veined penis sliding in and out of Nancy’s pudgy pussy. Her vulva was filled with heated blood, her big floppy lips clinging to Seth’s cock. I was grateful now that she had ‘made’ me shave her clean for the weekend. I was afforded a much better view of how wet she was.

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My neighborhood is quite integrated for a Suburban community. Before Shirley and Donovan moved in, a very nice Indian couple had owned their house. I don’t have a prejudiced bone in my body, and it was only my frenetic work schedule that had kept me from introducing myself to them. I took it as a kindly thing that Donovan caught me when I was coming home from my morning run to introduce himself and ask my wife Jane and I to a dinner party that weekend. I had seen Donovan, and so I wasn’t frightened when the very large black man stopped me in the pre-dawn darkness.

Jane had worked the neighborhood gossip mill, and coached me before the party. “Donovan is a security expert,” she told me, “and he has been working as many hours as you have since September 11. You should a lot to talk about.”

I worked in the airport design business, and security was a hot topic these days. “Gotcha,” I agreed.

“Shirley is very nice,” Jane continued, brushing on some makeup or something womanly. “She was president of a club of some kind in her old neighborhood.”

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I couldn’t help but look at my watch. Procedural wranglings were delaying the trial and making it more likely I would be back in court for yet another day. My boss was getting itchy about the time I was spending as a juror instead of being at work. Doing my patriotic duty was a pain in the ass!

The plaintive and defendant sat across the aisle from each other, trading nasty looks. Well, as nasty as “pretty people” could be. The plaintive, Gwen Kinsey, was absolutely stunning. It looked like she had learned from that sordid estate trial of Anna Nicole Smith, and had tried to be as conservative as possible. Her dress was neat and conservative, her hair was kept in a perfect conservative french roll, her makeup was conservative, and her testimony had been as conservative as the subject had allowed. I even suspected she was wearing fake eyeglasses to appear more plain and proper, if not prudish. But there was no denying that she was a beautifully maintained woman, in the prime of life, and just plain gorgeous.

The defendant, Scott Kinsey, was gorgeous in his own right. He was a hunk of a man beneath his hand-tailored suit, his shoulders broad without padding, his chest deep and tapering to his waist . His finely chiseled, aristocratic face had an intelligent, thoughtful look. His brown eyes were soulful when he looked at the jury box. His face was framed with a fine haircut, just long enough to make me suspect he had quite a joi de vie, and turning a delicate silver (not gray!) colour at his temples. The overall impression I got was a man who lived life fully, and enjoyed his wealth to the max. In short, he was the sort of man who kept my pussy in a constant state of moistness.

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