December 4, 2005
39th Creampie Stories: Creampie Massage
“Meet you at the Fox & Hound, Discovery Bay, around 6PM,” he promised. “I can’t wait.”
“Me either,” I enthused. “See ya then.” I set the phone back into the cradle, and grinned. It was working out so well it was scary.
I was in Honolulu, staying the weekend in order to get a discount airfare. Knowing my plans in advance, I had advertised myself on a couple Yahoo sites, and finally, two days ago, I got a nibble. A rushed check of each other’s interests, including pics of them in action, and it was all set.
Rick had IM’d me early that morning, and I had gotten him so worked up he had to go fuck his wife. After that, he’d finally got her convinced to try their first threesome. He then called my hotel to tell me it was a go, and to set up the meeting. I had researched meeting places and found the Fox & Hound less than a block from my hotel, which sounded good to both of us.
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The next few hours after he called confirming the meeting were torture. I finished writing a sexy story, but it didn’t relieve my mind. I took a long shower, washing every part of my body, and shaving the most private. I looked at their pictures, getting more and more excited. Finally, I went to the ABC Store and bought a bottle of Crown Royal and a bottle of Coke, then returned to the hotel for a stiff drink.
I read Tom Clancy’s latest, and got interested in spycraft. Accordingly, I decided to arrive at the Fox & Hound at 5:30, and see if I could spot them coming in. I was wearing a distinctive orange shirt and blue shorts so that they could spot me, but I found it interesting to examine everyone in the place to see if it were they.
When 6:00 arrived, I was in a fever pitch. Every new arrival could have been them, and I examined each closely. As 6:30 came and went, I began to re-examine the ones I already had checked. ‘Maybe they were running late,’ I thought.
By 9:00 I was sure they had chickened out, and began to drink in earnest. I decided to give them until 11:00. A couple of really cute Asian girls (probably Japanese ) came in, and I spent the next hour and a half flirting with them with glances, the one facing me smiling shyly. They each went to the bathroom several times, the better to see whom I was checking out (it was the one with the really cute bob). But, they left at 10:45, fifteen minutes before my self-imposed deadline. The girls stopped outside, looking in to see if I was going to follow. They were long gone before I left the Fox & Hound at 11:00, furious at Rick The Jerk and His Wife, but above all I was disappointed.
I returned to my room and set-to on the Crown & Cokes. As always, there was a little silver lining. I met a nice lady from Houston, my hometown. She sent me an instant message on Yahoo! praising my stories, and we got to chatting until it was late (for her). After that, I had a great time on Yahoo! Chat, playing Truth or Dare. Although I got a bit intoxicated (well, a bit more than a “bit intoxicated”), it was a great time and the friends I made will last a lot longer than having my face deep in a creamy pussy for a night.
Because I was jet-lagged, and had consumed a half bottle of Crown Royal, I slept fitfully. I normally get up at 4:00am Houston time, and I actually went to bed after then, so my body kept wanting to wake up. Finally, I got up at 5:00 am local, tired but totally awake. I fired up Yahoo! Messenger while I made coffee, and saw that Rick The Fucking Asshole was online.
“What happened to you guys,” I typed.
“Wife chickened out,” he wrote, honestly at least.
“Figured,” I grumped.
“Sorry…” Rick The Butthead wrote. It was the lamest of excuses. I thought for a second, deciding whether to take my disappointment out on him. Finally, I decided that it was my own fault for being optimistic. He was a horny guy, pressing his wife to do something she wasn’t ready for, yet. Someday she might be, and I thought my job right now was to not make him shy about approaching people. In that way, I needed to be bigger than my disappointment.
“Well, I hope you have better luck next time. If she is ready before Tuesday night, let me know.”
“Thanks for understanding,” he wrote, tacking on an inappropriate smilie face on the end.
Whatever. “OK, C’ya,” I wrote, closing the IM window.
“You have dinner usually at the Fox & Hound?” he wrote, popping up the IM window again.
Annoyed, I answered, “Yep, every night, unless I eat somewhere else. Have a good one.” I closed the window.
“Alright, have a nice day,” he replied, opening the window yet again. This time I ignored him.
Besides, my new friend from Houston was online and I wanted to chat with her.
As is the case with most of my disappointments, I soon forgot about it. Part of it was the chat, and part was in finishing a story that I posted to glowing reviews, but most of it was my life outlook to learn from bad things I couldn’t change and to move on. Heck, even my hangover was gone by noon!
Accordingly, I was back at the Fox & Hound at 5:00, enjoying a Bud draft and realizing that I recognized most of the people there. I liked the fact that it was a neighborhood kind of place, with regulars, instead of the tourist-oriented joints you so often found in Waikiki. I even recognized the waitress, and was pleased she recognized me too. I gulped down my first beer, and sipped my second while waiting for the awesome foot-long hotdog and fries. The TV even had on Dexter’s Laboratory, which always made me laugh. I didn’t think it could get better than that.
When you are a semi-regular, the arrival of someone attracts your attention. I saw the movement down the steps to the entrance, and turned to check out the fresh meat. I saw at once that it was a couple, maybe in their 30s, and they were looking a bit anxious. I knew why, of course, because I recognized her despite the fact that she didn’t have a hokey black bar over her eyes. It was Rick The Putz and his wife, arriving a day late.
I didn’t know what game they were playing, or what they were about, but I was annoyed and pretended to not see them. I didn’t need to get involved with players, and, more to the point, my meal arrived. I dug in, not watching them but again cursed by my excellent peripheral vision: I saw him steer her to my table.
“Clem?” Rick The Weenie said, to get my attention. “It’s been a long time,” he continued.
Long time? Oh yes, our cover story. In our plan of the previous night, I was to play a mainlander in town on business, which was true enough. The Lie was that I had met him at a conference a couple years before, we had agreed, and he had told me to call if ever I got to Hawaii. It was to be a collegial meeting, a reunion that would become more if we were all comfortable. It was apparent he was keeping the cover story, and even though I knew they were going to disappoint me again, I had to keep the cover.
I should have snarled and run them off, but I am too nice. “Rick!” I exclaimed, feigning pleased surprise, “glad to see you bub. Want to sit down?”
“Sure,” he said, pulling out a stool for his wife to sit down. “Clem, I’d like you to meet Vanessa. Vanessa, this is Clem.” Vanessa put out her hand, and we shook. Her hand was cold and clammy.
We sat and talked for a while, establishing our cover story more fully while we munched on my fries. Rick, for all his faults, was smart enough to shut the fuck up while I established a rapport with Vanessa. Turns out that she was very likable, once you got a little liquor in her to calm her nerves. Knowing I didn’t have much to lose, and having a total ‘what the hell attitude’, I didn’t hide the fact that I was checking her out. She was cuter than her pics suggested, with very pretty eyes that danced when she laughed. She also had really nice legs that her short skirt didn’t cover very well.
After an hour, we were having animated conversations, and I decided it wasn’t going to get any more relaxed. I’d had a few beers, and they had each had a few brown liquor drinks. I wanted to let them talk between themselves, and besides I had to drain my bladder of all that beer, so I got up and excused myself to go to the loo. I used the urinal, then read the front page of the paper posted above it. I figured I’d given them a good ten minutes to themselves by the time I returned to the table.
“So,” Vanessa began, “Rick tells me that you said you took a class last year in massage?” I was a bit surprised, because that was almost a code-phrase.
“Yeah,” Rick added helpfully, “Vanessa has a back ache.” Now that was a code-phrase. Rick had told me that his gambit to get his wife with another man was to let her get naked for a massage, and to let the third (me) get her more aroused. To make this work, he would tell her I knew how to give a massage so that it was a plausible plan.
“Sure,” I replied to Vanessa, “I took a class on the different massage techniques. I did pretty well, although all I remember now is the Shiatsu technique.” Like all good lies, this one was based on a bit of truth. I never took a massage class, but I did get a book and have given many massages. “I give a pretty good massage; I bet I could work out any knots in your back.”
Vanessa smiled, although I could tell it was a bit forced. “That sounds great,” she said. “I guess you have a hotel room nearby?”
“The Holiday Inn is two doors down,” I nodded in agreement. “The only thing is that I normally use a warming oil, and I didn’t bring that with me. We can run to the ABC store on the corner and get more suntan lotion, and I can use that?”
“Why don’t you do that while we settle the tab?” Rick suggested.
By the time I made my purchase and returned, Rick and Vanessa had paid and were waiting for me on the sidewalk. We walked to the hotel in a strained silence. It was the most awkward time in any encounter, between the decision to go for it and the actual first sex. Even walking through the lobby seemed strenuous, what with the desk clerks smiling at us, knowingly it seemed to our nervous eyes.
A short elevator ride and finally we were in my room. “Anybody feel like a drink?” I offered, “I have Crown and Cokes.” They both thought it was a good idea, what with our nerves running high. I made theirs on the very strong side, while I made mine extremely light. I didn’t want to get drunk and miss the fun. They tossed theirs back, not even seeming to taste the 75% Crown. I decided to press on with my role as massage expert. “Vanessa, why don’t you take a nice warm shower to heat your skin while I get everything ready?”
“OK,” she said simply, and she went into the bathroom. “Rick?” she beckoned, and Rick went with her.
A minute later Rick came back out as the water started to run in the shower. “Everything’s cool,” he said softly. “She just wanted to make sure one last time that I was positive I wanted to try this.”
“Are you?” I asked seriously.
My tone of voice gave him pause, and he considered for a few long seconds. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Good,” I smiled. “You said you wanted me in my undies? Do you want me to strip now or in front of her?”
“Well, I was hoping you had gym shorts or something,” he said.
“I do.” I reached in the dresser and pulled out my workout shorts that I always bring on trips (but never use to workout in). I quickly stripped to put them on. It was a little uncomfortable to be nude in front of Rick, but that is part of the territory in threesomes, especially considering what Rick was thinking about trying. I slipped on my shorts, and an “Aloha from Hawaii” t-shirt.
Rick fished in his wife’s purse, pulling out a condom. “Here ya go,” he said, walking over. I had mentioned that when excited I had a tendency to drool precum, and I’d told him I often wore a condom so that my clothes wouldn’t get stained. I held out my hand, but he had other ideas. “Let me put it on,” he whispered.
Sweet mother of Jesus! In our hot chat, I had mentioned several hot scenarios that I loved. Several of them were totally bisexual in nature, and those had been the ones to drive Rick to distraction. Like me, he was bi-curious but had never acted on his curiosity. We had agreed that if it seemed OK, we’d settle the “curious question” once and for all, confirming whether or not we enjoyed bi-sex. As I pulled down my shorts to expose my cock to him, I realized that this was a first step in that process.
His hands were shaking slightly as he touched me. He gently stroked my dick, his manly hands using a soft grip. Sure enough, there was a drop of precum oozing out, and he rubbed his thumb through my cockeye, smearing the moisture. But without doing more, he tore open the package and rolled on the condom. It was as if he suddenly realized what he was doing and was embarrassed.
I took the ice bucket and the suntan lotions I’d bought and went into the bathroom. “It’s just me,” I called to Vanessa over the running water. She pulled back the shower curtain just enough to look out. “I’m getting the oils warm,” I told her. “Come on out when you are ready.” I put the bottles of suntan lotions into the bucket, then filled it with warm water until they floated. The lotions would absorb the heat from the water and feel nice against bare skin.
I went back into the room, and found Rick pouring himself another drink. We looked at each other for an uncomfortable minute, and then the water turned off. I’ll admit to butterflies while I waited for Vanessa to come out. I busied myself by stripping the bed and putting the bedding on the floor. The bed was too soft for a proper massage, so it had to be on the floor. I finished my preparations by turning off the air-conditioning so that the room would be comfortable to a naked person.
When she came out, she was wrapped in one of the bath towels with another one wrapped around her hair. She looked surprisingly buoyant, walking straight over to Rick and giving him a deep kiss before stealing his drink. She drained it in one gulp, then turned to me. “Ready to make me feel good?” she asked, pretending to stretch her sore back.
“Sure,” I smiled. “Why don’t you lay on your stomach?”
Rick had refilled his glass after Vanessa drained it, and I wasn’t too surprised to see Vanessa grab it and gulp that one down too. She wasn’t drunk when she lay down, but she might be in a little while.
While she lay down on her stomach, I went into the bathroom and gathered the rest of the towels. I poured out the water in the bucket, which was now tepid at best, and replaced it with more warm water. Then I ran my hands under the water to make sure they were warm too, because nerves had turned them cool. I took a deep breath, and stepped out to begin the task of arousing Vanessa.
I knelt beside her left side, facing her feet. I took out a bottle of suntan lotion, SPF40, and squirted it into my hands. I rubbed them together, feeling its warmth, then took her left foot and rubbed the lotion in. I spent a while, pressing my thumbs into the sole of her foot, listening to her groan in pleasure. I then took more lotion, turned around to face her head, and rubbed the lotion into the back of her leg, forcing the blood back to her heart. Her towel fell just below her bottom, and my hands didn’t intrude beneath it, although I felt her tense up in anticipation. The idea was to make her want my touches, and that meant I needed to stop just short of her tender personal flesh.
As I paused to switch to the other side, she uttered a little “Oh, this is heaven.” There was much further groaning and sighs as I massaged her right foot and leg. She loved it, but I was afraid she might fall asleep, as is often the case in massage.
My next move rectified that. “Can you get her a glass of water?” I asked Rick. He went into the bath, and I took that moment to move astride her legs and pull her towel open to expose her back. It was more difficult than planned, because she was laying on the open seam, of course, but her entire back was exposed when Rick returned. I took the drink and urged her to get on her elbows, then stretched across her back to give her a sip. Of course, my erection somehow nestled between her butt cheeks, and I was sure she felt it. She was trembling as I let her sip the water, then I asked her to relax with her arms at her sides. She lowered herself, and as a tease I laid a handtowel over her bottom. I looked up at Rick, who gave me a leering ‘OK’ sign.
Part of my strategy was to excite her briefly, then let her relax. If I did that enough, she would build up tension to have a really nice orgasm. So I gave her a nice long back massage, using the long circular motions of Shiatsu massage. When I ‘pinched’ along her spine, she let out a long guttural moan of relaxation. Time for a little excitement, I decided. I continued up, so that I could reach her neck. As I did, her towel somehow got pushed up and my erection again got nestled in her valley. I made my initial rubs of her neck, while rocking very gently back and forth with my cock, obviously splitting her cheeks. I got a nice “mmmmmmm” in response from her.
Covering her bottom again, I knelt on the left side of her torso. I rubbed lotion seriously into her shoulder muscles, feeling for the knots then pressing them out as she gasped in pain. I knew it would feel good, eventually, and I could feel her almost melting in relaxation. I switched to the other side, maintaining balance, then tied it in with her back by massaging there briefly again. Time for another break.
“Rick, water,” I said. I knelt next to her head, and asked Vanessa to get on her elbows again. It was a struggle because her muscles were relaxed, and when she did get into position, she was looking right at the tent my erection was making. “Take a drink,” I said, pausing for meaning before handing her the glass of water. She gave me a small smile, understanding I meant to tease her about sucking my cock. It was a gentle joke that we both enjoyed.
I removed her turban, wiping my hands on it while she lay back down. “This feels really nice,” she purred. “I think you’ll like this too,” I told her softly. I vigorously rubbed her nape, milking it up towards her brain, listening to her gasp at the wonderful feeling. Then, I gently pulled patches of hair, exciting her scalp too. That was followed by my fingertips, pressing and swirling like a Bugs Bunny hair tonic cartoon. I tipped her forehead down, stretching her neck muscles, which I then rubbed again. Her only response, “Oh wow… I hope you are paying attention hun.”
“Oh, I am,” he replied. I looked over to grin at him, and was surprised to see that he was clad only in his underwear. Not only that, but his hand was inside and he was obviously stroking himself. I was surprised because I had purposely made this part of the evening non-sexual, and he was having a very sexual response.
I put my mouth very close to her ear, and whispered only to her. “Rick is pretty excited,” I said, then I kissed her ear and neck. She turned her head to look at him, and I saw her look of dismay. She had been enjoying the massage, and he had reminded her of the sexual nature he intended it to have. “Its OK,” I whispered to her other ear, “he isn’t bothering us.” I kissed that ear, then her neck. I regretted calling her attention to him, because her drowsy enjoyment was gone. Now she was nervous again. I kissed her ear again, feeling her tense up. “He wants you to have more enjoyment than he can give you alone,” I whispered. “He told me he wants you to cum harder than you ever have before. But,” I paused to kiss her neck, “but, if you tell me to stop, I will.” Lightening my tone, I finished, “Rick may be a pushy creep, but I’m not.” That got me a small smile from Vanessa.
It was a good thing the next thing on my massage agenda wasn’t sexual, because she was still not ready. I knelt on her left side again, and gave her arm a deep muscle rub. She gave me the grunts I wanted to hear, signaling a release of tension. I spent several minutes on her fingers, rubbing and pulling on them joint by joint. Then I switched sides, giving her right side equal treatment, and getting equal grunts for the effort.
Finally, it was time for her buttocks. Without making a big deal of it, I removed her towel, and then warmed some lotion in my hands. I could see gooseflesh rise as I observed her globes. She had a nice ass for a woman her age, with little cellulite. Maybe it was the Hawaiian environment I thought as I ran my palms over her bottom, spreading the lotion.
I sat astride her legs again, running my hands from her upper thighs up and over her butt to her lower back, tying the region together. I kneaded her bottom deeply, asking if she knew the buttocks were the largest muscle group in the body. In return, I got an “oh goddddddd” as I gripped her left flesh with both hands and kneaded. With a smile she couldn’t see, I rotated my right hand down between her cheeks, so that the side came in contact with her asshole. She squirmed a little as I purposely ‘on accident’ rubbed in the sensitive area, touching one of the major taboo spots so openly that it must be OK. I switched to the other buttock, again sliding my hand down to rub her asshole on the pretext of massaging her bottom.
Jackknifing on hands and toes, I told her to spread her legs. She did as she was told, almost without thinking. I knelt between her legs then, looking at Rick to see his reaction to this development: his wife had just granted me access to her crotch. He was still slowly stroking, but there was a wet spot on his shorts the size of a Sacajawea.
I paused a little, again to raise her tension. “Do you want another drink?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, looking back at me. “A Crown & Coke if that’s OK.”
“Sure,” I replied. “Rick?” I kept massaging her bottom as I waited for Rick, moving my thumbs into her valley now, and between her legs as my hands moved to her upper thighs. I could feel the heat of her pussy, rising up. Rick brought the drink, and held it as she sipped it. My hands dropped between her thighs, rubbing her inner legs and tantalizingly close to her pussy. Rick gave her a deep, deep French kiss as my hands squeezed her inner thighs, and then her bottom again.
Their kiss lingered long enough to frustrate me, so I ran my hands up her body, stretching myself over her. I kissed along her spine, and when I got to her nape my cock accidentally nestled firmly between her asscheeks. I kiss her neck while Rick kissed her mouth, my cockhead bumping gently over her asshole. I felt her moan vibrate through her body, and almost regretted it when Rick broke the kiss, grinning and gasping.
“So, ready to flip sides?” I asked as I resumed my kneeling between her legs.
“Yes, but I have to go potty.” Ah. It was a mood breaker, but I knew that it was better to go now than hold it when on the brink of orgasm. She got up, wrapping herself in the towel as she did so.
“Shit, I am on fire!” Rick hissed as soon as the bathroom door closed.
“Try touching her non-sexually for an hour and see how it feels,” I laughed. Rick’s hand was back in his shorts, stroking his dick. “You know, it might feel better if you take off your underwear,” I commented.
He immediately dropped his shorts, and I looked at his pecker. It was just like in the pictures, average length but nicely fat. His entire cockhead was glazed in precum, as were his fingers. I watched as he milked it, a drop of stickiness oozing out. He saw my look, and asked, “wanna taste?”
Actually, I did. My own bi-sexual self image was in the ‘female’ role. For years I had played with a dildo, learning to deep throat it and take it anally. I wanted to taste a live dick, and feel it pulsing in my mouth. I wanted a dick to fuck my ass and to feel wet balls slapping against me. I don’t have any interest in having a guy suck me, or fucking a guy. Among my strange sexual tastes, that is perhaps the strangest, but it is also one I am comfortable with.
His question provided a way for me to break the bisexual barrier, to learn whether the reality of sucking cock was equal to my fantasies. Rick pointed his cock at me, giving me another reason to just open my mouth and learning finally for sure, but we both heard the toilet flush. Rick had time to sit lewdly on the bed, his hand jacking his cock, when Vanessa breezed back in.
She laid on her back, towel closed. I smiled, prepared for this, and took one of the washcloths into the bathroom. I ran it under warm water, then folded it into a two-inch-wide strip that I returned to Vanessa with. I put it under her towel, so that it covered just her pussy and pubic bone an inch or two. With a smile, I pulled apart her towel and had her return her arms to her side.
Rick let out a whistle at his wife, and I could only agree. Vanessa had a nice body, and in her aroused state it was even nicer to look at. Her hips, while womanly, narrowed somewhat to her waist. Her chest then flared out a little, and provided a nice base for her breasts. I won’t even try to estimate her cupsize, for I would surely get it wrong. Besides, to me the most attractive thing about her breasts were her nipples. These were nicely large, brown, and erect. They begged for attention, which they would get in due time.
Again, I started with her feet, but this time I began by sucking her toes. I watched her eyes widen a little, but she obviously liked it, especially when I told her she had pretty feet. Then I rubbed her foot again, and her shin, then switched to do the same to the other. All the while, those pretty eyes were watching me.
I moved between her legs, which she spread without me even asking. I massaged her right thigh, pushing the blood up towards her heart until I got to her hip. And again, then the other leg twice. I looked at the washcloth, which hid her pussy from view but left her pubic bone and hips clear for my hand. With a small smile, I looked at Vanessa in her eyes, locking with them as I slid one hand on each leg up and onto her pubes and onto her belly. Her eyes flickered a bit, then closed as I did it again, deeper this time. Her mouth opened and she let out a long-held breath. I rubbed and massaged her legs, moving ever closer to the washcloth. I finally touched pubic hairs the washcloth didn’t cover, and I felt her hips undulate for the first time.
Lifting her right leg onto my shoulder, I massaged the entire limb from foot to her hip. I allowed my fingers to brush along the spot where her inner leg met her pelvis, and felt again the heat she was generating. I noted she didn’t try to move her pussy further away, but instead her hips moved a tiny amount… begging me to touch her. I lowered her right leg, and lifted her left to repeat the massage. As I touched the spot closest to her pussy, she let out a low moan. I again ignored her pussy, knowing her excitement was building.
Now, I could smell it. The scent of wet pussy reached my nostrils, luring me down for a taste. If I could deny her pleasure, I could deny myself, so I ignored the impulse to bury my face in her crotch.
I leaned forward to massage the place I hated massaging, her stomach and ribs. There are not many muscles there, and nothing really to massage. So, I merely ran my fingertips over her flesh, giving her tactile stimuli. My hands moved around her breasts, and up to her shoulders. In her place, I would have begged to have me suckle her nipples, and that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I massaged her arm, lifting it and milking the blood back down. “Oh… this all feels so good,” she murmured. I looked at her, seeing her watching me. “I like how you are smiling,” she said, “as if you are enjoying this.”
“I am enjoying this,” I said honestly. “Bringing a woman pleasure gives me pleasure in return.”
“MMmmmmm, then you should be ecstatic,” she smiled.
I brought her fingers to my lips and sucked them, swirling my tongue around them lasciviously. “I pretty much am,” I smiled in return.
I put her arm down and moved to repeat it on the other side. When finished there, I set it down a little from her body and made my first overt play. I knelt astride her hand, and then placed it on the outside of my shorts so that she could feel my balls. Then I went to massaging her collarbone, ostensibly ignoring her hand. She did nothing at first, but when I began to ‘pluck’ at her face (cheeks, chin, eyebrows), she gently squeezed my nuts. When she did, my lips moved down to kiss the places I plucked. Her lips moved, as if asking mine to brush them. Instead, I put my fingertip over her lips, and she kissed them. I inserted a finger into her mouth, which she sucked like a little cock. When it was wet enough, I moved it down to her nipple, and wet it with her saliva.
Her mouth made a wide ‘O’, turning to a smile as I teased at her nipple. Now knowing what I was about, she made my finger positively sloppy when I brought it again to her mouth. Her other nipple was just as hard, I decided as I squeezed it. Her hand left my balls, only to slip inside and touch them directly. I pinched her nipples as she gently squeezed my balls.
I went back and knelt between her legs again. I stretched out, and massaged her breasts while rocking my hips. I felt the washcloth slipping, and then I felt my shorts gripping her pussy. The wetness of her pussy clung to my shorts, making me yearn for the slipperiness of direct contact. Vanessa tipped her head back, trying to push her pussy down on my cock. “Lay still and let me finish the massage,” I cautioned her, even as I brought a nipple into my mouth to chew briefly on it.
“Oh fuck,” she hissed. “I want your cock in me… please? Please fuck me? Do you have a condom? Fuck me.. OK?” I’ll admit her begging was very hard to ignore, as hot and needy as it was. “Rick?” she turned to face her husband, “he can fuck me, right?”
Rick didn’t say anything, his eyes bugging out at his wanton wife. It was just the scene he’d dreamed of, and now it was here. To his credit, he was no longer stroking his cock. It appeared as if one touch would make him explode and ruin our plans. He had waited so long for this, and knew enough to not screw it up.
“Just lay still Vanessa,” I said gently. “Lay still and enjoy this.” She looked at me, the picture of a woman who absolutely had to cum. I locked eyes with her, and gave her another reassuring smile. Then I moved up and briefly kissed her before kissing my way down.
“What’re you doing?” she panted, even as she knew what I was doing. “Ohhhhh yessssssss!” she exclaimed when my mouth found her pussy. I gently urged her legs apart and took a good look at her pussy. She had a big pussy, long with large lips. It was also a very wet pussy, ready to be fucked long and hard. Sadly for her, that was not my intent.
I have learned that pussy eating is an endurance sport. Slow and steady wins this race. I took that knowledge and made my best effort to bring her close to orgasm, but not over the top. I made long slow licks with my tongue flattened, touching as much of her steaming flesh as I could. I felt her shake, trembling involuntarily. Now I made my tongue hard and pointy, spearing into her well and tapping the source of the juices. A nice slow circular movement made her gasp and give me encouragement. When her hands gripped my hair so that she could fuck my face, I moved away to delay her orgasm.
So it went for a good long time. I used every trick I could to take her to a higher and higher plateau. My immediate reward was a pussy that was almost pouring out her nectar. It was totally engorged with blood, and juicy besides. It was simply beautiful, and I loved being there smelling, seeing, and tasting it.
“Oh, Clem, fuck me now,” she begged again. “Fuck me now and let my husband watch.” She looked at Rick, who was filled with a need to cum too. “He wants to see me fuck you.”
I went up and kissed her with my pussy-flavored mouth. “You want me to tell you what I want?” I asked, looking her in the eyes. “I know what you want; do you want to know what I want?” I was careful to avoid bumping my cock on her clit, which could make us both cum.
“Oh god, tell me.”
“OK,” I smiled. I leaned in close so that I could whisper to her, my arms wobbly in my own excitement. As an erotica author, I love telling fantasies, and telling Vanessa what I wanted would be a verbal edition of my fantasy.
“I want to go back down and make you cum all over my face. Look at Rick… see how hard he is? He needs to fuck you. He needs to push that cock of his inside your wet pussy and he needs to cum inside you. Look at him.” She did, seeing his need as much as I did. “He loves you and he wants you happy and he needs to know you will still want him to fuck you after I suck your pussy.”
“Oh Clem,” she panted, “this is so exciting… he is going to fuck me, and he is going to make me cum again on his cock.”
“Mmmmm, and then I’m gonna fuck you too, but I have a surprise first.”
“What surprise?” she said, confused in her lust. “What?”
I saw her fingers digging into the bedding she was laying on, as I traveled down and began to eat her to orgasm. I lifted her legs to spread her pussy more open, burying my tongue inside before running it up to flick on her clit. I spread her lips out, sucking on her hole and drinking her juices. Then I suckled her clitoris and she orgasmed.
It was the kind of orgasm I love to have taken part in. She started to tremble, then her stomach clenched and she started to gasp as her womb contracted. I was torn between sucking her frothing cunt and sucking her clit, so I tried to do both as she arched her back and fucked at my face. Her hands found my hair and she smeared my face with her pussy as she let out a loud shriek. I didn’t care what the neighbors would say, although they would have surely heard her. As she began to calm down, I moved away and motioned for Rick to have at her.
He knew her well, and knew she didn’t need any more preparation. He knelt between her legs and pushed into her juicy cunt. I was still there, and watched as his fat shaft became thickly coated with her fluids. I reached down and began massaging her clitoris, both rubbing it and pushing it into Rick’s shaft.
I have been with couples before, but always as a passive observer. Rick and I discussed a more active role for this encounter, one that would resolve my bisexuality status. I moved my face down, and pushed him back and out of her. Then I put my hand outside her pussy, so that he would fuck it before he entered her. It was like an extension of her slippery canal, but the effect would be that his head would move in and out of her opening as he fucked my hand. At the same time, I went down and licked and sucked at her clit. I let go once and let him penetrate her fully. This had both of them grunting and muttering “oh yeah” over and over. When I let go again, he pushed himself in deeply and declared that he was cumming.
I squeezed his nuts, urging him to “fill her, fill her up.” I watched her face, her emotions ranging from love for her husband, joy that he was cumming in her, and a need to orgasm again.
Then came a moment I had waited for since I was 17. Rick pulled his used but still semi-hard cock out of her sloppy pussy. Per our plan, I pointed it at my mouth and took him orally. Finally, I was sucking dick. It was a sloppy, cum-covered one, and it wouldn’t soon fill my mouth with scalding cum, but it was alive and it was draining semen. I kissed at it, savoring the experience. I ran the semen he was leaking over my lips, tasting him and her together. I licked at him, then took his entire cock in my mouth and throat, like I had done a hundred (if not a thousand) times with my dildo. For his part, he slowly fucked at my mouth, enjoying the clean up.
“That is so damned sexy,” I heard Vanessa say. I looked over to see her fingers massaging her clit, trying to bring herself to an orgasm, and disengaged from Rick.
“Lay on the edge of the bed,” I said.
“Ohmygod,” she moaned as she got to her feet and went to the bed. “Are you gonna…?”
“You are damn right I am gonna,” I laughed. I crawled over and examined her. When she stood, some cream had leaked out and got onto her inner thighs. I ran my tongue over it, moaning as I licked her clean. “It is so beautiful,” I moaned as I looked at her fuckhole. It was open, ready to be taken again. A large glob of creampie was waiting there for me, and I wasted little time in bending down to place my lips on her pussy, sucking the cum out. My tongue was covered in goo, which I used to coat her clit. I sucked at her cummy pussy, and tried to gently suck at her hard clit.
Vanessa was pounding the bed with her hands, thrashing about as I cleaned her. She was making obscene noises of the type you hear in porn flicks. She was damn sexy, and about to cum. Taking advantage of her stretched opening, I fingered her, trying to rub her g-spot. I don’t know how successful I was, but she soon orgasmed again. It was a nice long one, which I would have loved giving her had she not crushed my fingers! Pulling them out, I almost missed the sticky spurt of creampie that her orgasming vagina ejected. Happily, I remembered just in time to form a trough with my tongue and let the cum drain out, over my tastebuds, and into my waiting mouth.
Suddenly, Vanessa got ticklish and scissored her legs closed. “Hold on,” she giggled, “it tickles.” I crawled up and began to kiss her. She hesitated at first, finding the thought of kissing my creampie-covered face a bit too much. But I pushed my will on her, and she soon was kissing me back. She even licked my face clean.
Finally, she laid back, asking if this was a non-smoking room. Apologetically, I told her it was. She asked for a drink then.
“Sorry babe, but the ice is all gone,” Rick answered.
“Well, go and get some,” she pouted prettily. There is something so attractive about a just-fucked woman.
“All right,” he grumped. “Where is it Clem?”
“Second floor,” I replied. Seeing his look, I apologized “sorry!”
When Rick had thrown on some shorts, Vanessa turned to me and traced her fingernails through my chest hairs. “So, was it good for you?” she smiled at the corny old saw.
I was a bit nonplussed. “Well, I didn’t cum,” I said.
She was amazed. “You didn’t?” she asked.
“Well, I was so busy pleasing you that I kinda forgot.” I know it sounded lame, but those of us who are inveterate pleasers know the feeling. It is like a mental orgasm when your partner cums, and sometimes your body is left behind.
She searched my face. “Rick planned this whole thing, didn’t he?” Yes. “Did he plan on having you suck him?”
“Well, I told him I was maybe interested, and we agreed that if the time were right we would.” I was now embarrassed, remembering how hot I felt.
“I thought it was hot as hell,” she confided. “This whole thing is more normal feeling than I ever thought it would be, and seeing his reaction to it made it much hotter, too.” She reached down inside my shorts and cupped my flaccid cock, which had shrunk during this non-sexual moment of intimacy. It jumped at her touch, and she smiled as she used the pre-cum-filled sheath to jack me. “I know what he really wants. He wants to see you fuck me.”
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, feeling my excitement surging. “He told me he does, and he wants me to take off the condom and fuck you. He likes the idea of you being filled with a stranger’s cum.”
“Do you have any diseases?” she asked, watching my face. “Are you giving us a death sentence?”
“No,” I said, surprising her by rolling away from her to reach the bedside table. I took out my wallet and rummaged through it, finding what I sought. I rolled back to her and showed her my Blood Center ID. “I give blood every two months, and I just got this. It shows I have no diseases and I sure as fuck don’t have AIDS.”
She let loose of my cock to hold the card, and looked at intently. Then, apparently satisfied, she draped her leg over mine and kissed me. She kissed me in what used to be called a soul kiss, deep enough to touch my soul. We broke the kiss when we heard Rick knock. I turned to get up, but she locked me in with her leg.
“Here’s the thing,” she said, her eyes blazing. “Rick has this fantasy of watching a guy we don’t know fuck me. I guess he even wants the guy to cum in me.” I nodded at her assessment. “Well, I have my own fantasy, some of which has already happened. I want to watch him be with another guy. Someday I want to watch him get his face fucked as he sucks a big dick. Someday I want to grind on his face while another guy assfucks him.” I loved her dirty assertive tone, and I wondered what would happen if I squirted while listening to her. “But I know he isn’t ready yet. So… I wonder if you could take his place. I wonder if you would suck his cock until he was about to cum, and then let me hump your fucking awesome mouth as he screws you.” Rick was knocking less discretely now, probably ready to panic any second now. “So, what do you think about a trade? His fantasy for mine?”
I broke free, standing and leaving her to stew while I let in Rick. He had a “what the fuck is going on” look, somewhere between suspicion and concern. I held up my hands in the “everything’s cool” gesture. I followed him back into the room, where he looked around, and eventually was satisfied that nothing was amiss.
“Still want a drink hun?” he asked.
“Yeah, you big stud,” she smiled at Rick. “Make it stiff… the drink I mean.” We all laughed at her joke. Rick made her a mighty strong drink, and we laughed when she rolled her eyes and shuddered at the first taste. She slid her legs off the bed and stood. “Would you mind if made the bed and used that instead?” she asked.
“No problem,” I said. I watched as she bent down to pick up the bedding, and tossed it on the bare mattress. I chose my moment carefully, waiting until she bent over to corner a sheet. Then, I moved behind her and pressed my face into her pussy from behind. “Let Rick make the bed, “I mumbled with my mouth full.”
“Mmmmmm,” she said, enjoying my tonguing. “Go on, baby, you make the bed.” With that, she pressed her pussy back onto my face, letting Rick get to the business of making up the scene of our next tryst. Her big pussy practically swallowed my face as I delighted in tasting her. My hand moved up to rub her clit as I tongued her, eliciting a nice moan. She still had the pungent flavor of a recently fucked pussy, and her new excitement added fresh flavor.
I stood, rubbing my crotch between her cheeks and turning her head so I could French her ears. Just before Rick finished, I whispered in her ear, “I don’t want any fantasies unfulfilled tonight.” She turned and faced me, then took my face in her hands and kissed the crap out of me. Apparently strengthened somehow, she broke the kiss and sagged to her knees. She pulled down my shorts and pulled off the condom, which had nearly slid off anyways.
She turned to look at Rick, who had finished and was now watching with an amazed and lusty look on his face. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked, then sucking me into her mouth. He seemed speechless, while she slurped noisily on my cock.
“Fuck, Vanessa,” he marveled, “you are too much!” He came over and urged her to stand. He had dropped his shorts again, and I saw he had a very hard erection. When she stood, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. Pressing her legs apart, he put his dickhead at her opening.
She stopped him, though. “I thought you wanted to see Clem fuck me,” she purred at him. He just stared again, speechless. “Well, do you or don’t you?” she asked, smiling.
“Yes!” he croaked.
“Then get out of the way!”
He did, still dumbfounded and counting his lucky stars as I took his place. Following his earlier lead, I pressed immediately into her velvet glove, enjoying the sensation of liquid fire. I began a nice rhythmic motion, fearing already that I would soon cum from the notion I was fucking another man’s wife while he watched.
“Hold on,” Vanessa said, sliding out from under me. She moved to the center of the bed, then patted where she wanted me. I re-entered her on our sides, as our legs intertwined. “Come here baby,” she said, patting between us. Rick, confused, climbed up on the bed. “Now,” she said to me, “let me see you suck that cock.”
Oh my.
“You first,” I said, suddenly shy. Without further comment, she took his dick in her mouth as I slowly fucked her and watched. I won’t deny it was hot as blazing hell, waiting my turn while her pussy throbbed on my cock. After maybe thirty seconds she pulled off and pointed him at me, looking expectant.
Oh my.
Swallowing my fears, I put his dick on my tongue and took him into my mouth. Sucking cum off his prick was somehow different intellectually than sucking cock for his pleasure. He moved his hips, urging me to swallow more. No problem, because I was trained for this on the dildo. I gripped his buttocks and pulled his cock into my throat. I had to adjust the angle once, but then I repeatedly took his entire length into my mouth as Vanessa gasped.
I felt her fingers where we were co-joined, and plopped Rick out of my mouth to look. Her fingers were frantically rubbing her clit, and I was amazed to see her pinch and pull it too. I looked her right in the eyes and sucked Rick into my mouth again. I felt her begin to throb and heard her breathe hard as she started to cum. I gritted my teeth (after letting Rick escape), trying not to cum myself as her muscles milked me. We were both blowing like horses after the Derby, but for different reasons.
“Oh, wow, that was nice,” she grinned. She rolled onto her back, and grabbed her ankles. “Now, fuck me like you want to!”
“Well,” I laughed, “if you insist!” I grabbed her ankles and put them alongside my ears. I picked up the tempo, and began to really pump her deeply. Rick squatted a little, putting his dick back on my lips. I found it hard to concentrate on my pleasure while sucking him, but that wasn’t all bad. I guess I lasted a lot longer than I would have otherwise.
Eventually though, I let him fall out and really concentrated on blowing my wad. I listening to the exciting sounds, the cooing, the sloppy wet sounds of a twice-used pussy being hammered, the squeak of the bed. I felt my balls begin to tighten, and when Vanessa grabbed my nipples and pinched hard, I began my own spasming. I love the feeling of semen flowing through my cock, and I was blessed to enjoy perhaps fifteen nice squirts of cum shooting deep into Vanessa. It was a fantastic orgasm, the kind reserved for fantasy fulfillment.
But it wasn’t over yet. As I lay there drowsily on top of Vanessa, she was preparing for her fantasy to be fulfilled. “Honey, I need you to do something for me.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“Get that tanning oil and lube his ass up.” My ears perked a little.
“What?” Rick wanted to know.
“You know how I’ve wanted to see two guys fucking, well Clem said that he’ll let you fuck his ass.”
“Wow,” Rick said, hopping off the bed. He got the oil and squirted it directly between my cheeks. “Well, better him than me!” he laughed. I let out a groan as he spread my cheeks to rub in the oil. “Are you really OK with this?” he asked me.
“Oh yeah,” I said as his index finger tickled my opening. “I want it… as long as she’s on my face.”
In retrospect, it was a hokey exchange, but at the time it seemed hot. Vanessa started kissing me as Rick worked a finger, then two into my backside. Like I said earlier, I have played with a dildo before, so it wasn’t that hard for him to get me ready. I didn’t even have time to get hard again before I was begging him to fuck me.
“I want to see,” Vanessa demanded. She slid off, trailing my cum (I was sure), and knelt to watch Rick’s initial entry. Rick squirted a little more oil right into me, and then put his dickhead at my opening.
I found then that there are a couple things different about using a dildo and being fucked. One is the initial entry. When you use a dildo on yourself, you can back off if it hurts. It isn’t so easy when you are taken. Rick was accustomed to easy penetration of his wife’s large wet pussy. He tried the same thing on me, but with different results. The initial “jam” into me forced me into the pillow I was resting my face on, and smothered what would have been a loud groan. Although I can take a dildo up to 2 inches across, I know when to back off. Rick pressed on too fast, not giving me time to get ready. In short, there was a “little bit of initial pain.”
The second surprising thing (when you get past the pain), is how nice it felt to have someone else in the driver’s seat. With a dildo, you can anticipate every stroke. With someone fucking you, he is in control and will vary the thrusts in a most delightful way.
In a couple minutes, I was moaning loudly about how good it felt, Rick was commenting on how nice my ass felt, and Vanessa was exclaiming at how sexy it was. “Roll him over baby,” she directed. In an awkward move, I got my back with my ankles on Rick’s shoulders. With a nasty smirk, Vanessa crawled over to plant her draining snatch on my mouth.
After that, time flew. I was in heaven, enjoying what had to be the two best things in the world: getting fucked and eating a gooey pussy draining creampie. Vanessa came again, ejecting a large amount of sap right into my waiting mouth. She then gripped my cock, marveling at how hard I was. In a complicated move, she sat on my erection while her husband continued to thrust into me. He came hard when I came hard. My cock shot a testicle-draining amount of cum into her, and judging by how much leaked out over the next hour, he shot a testicle-draining amount into my ass.
Vanessa, who had become the horniest one of us all, insisted that he clean her pussy of my second load while she finger-fucked my gooey asshole. I didn’t get much pleasure from it, but she got off on it (and almost drowning lucky Rick in the process).
Finally, at 1am, we all decided it was time to call it quits. They had to make sure their teen daughter got on the bus to school (she has a habit of truancy), and needed at least a little rest. I had a morning meeting, my whole purpose for being in Hawaii.
Tonight, Monday, they were busy, which was OK. It gave me time to write this account. But tomorrow night, my last in Hawaii this trip, looks to be just as memorable.
Maybe if you are lucky, I’ll write about that one too.
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