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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Cabin" (MF rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 15:10:02 -0400
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(C)2001 Creampie Eater, all rights reserved. No posting without prior 
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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.

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Creampie Cabin
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It was a beautiful sight.  The moon hung like a ripe peach over the 
shimmering lake.  A "harvest moon," it seemed uncommonly large and 
orange.  It was displayed against a clear night made possible by the 
sudden dip in temperature and humidity.  The stable air also made the 
stars bright white, without the winking associated with a turbulent 
atmosphere.  The combined moonlight and starlight lit the water and 
allowed me to clearly see Jenny's nude form.

She was the beautiful sight.

Jenny had the long lean lines of a dancer, which she was.  But she 
also had the growing breasts of a twentysomething woman, fully mature.  
So I was caught between being amazed by her graceful movements, even 
in hip-deep water, and being amazed at how totally sexy she was.

We frolicked in the lake, dipping often to find the warmth of the 
water when the cold night air chilled us.  Jenny was becoming cold, 
which confused the issue as to why her nipples were so hard: was it 
arousal (I hoped) or mere evaporation?  She eventuated to playing a 
crocodile, her eyes and nose the only parts of her above water.  Her 
long hair floated up as she moved, to become a floating web of silk on 
the surface.

She did that uniquely feminine movement, tipping back her head as she 
stood, so that her hair fell in a wet line.  I noted again her 
nipples, jutting out from her firm breasts.  "Are you just cold, or 
happy to see me?" I asked jokingly.

"MMmmmmm," she smiled, "glad to see you.  Definitely."  I had been a 
crocodile too, but stood to embrace her as she came to me.  My arms 
wrapped around her lithe form, feeling the gooseflesh caused by the 
night air.  She shuddered.  "Ooooh, it is cold!" she murmured before 
we kissed.  "I need to get into the water," she said.

As she ducked, I dropped too.  "No," she said, stopping me.  "You 
stand."

Puzzled, I stood back up.  She explained her comment by her actions, 
which were to grip my cock and slide it into her hot mouth.  It was 
intense, her mouth was so hot and wet and my torso was so cold!

"Will you do something?" she asked, looking up at me with her huge 
brown eyes.

"What?" I shivered, my cock all the more cold now after experiencing 
the warmth of her mouth.

"Will you cum on my tongue?" she asked, smiling.

I was caught off-guard.  Last time we made love, I had asked if I 
could do that, cum in her mouth.  She had said 'no', that she didn't 
like doing that.  Now, she was asking me if I would.  What fool would 
say no?

Her energetic cocksucking was a contrast to previous attempts, when 
she was hesitant and seemed mildly repulsed.  Now she seemed to want 
my seed badly.  That shift in attitude alone was enough to make me 
cum.

In five minutes, I was spraying my sperm into her open mouth.  Her 
tastebuds were covered in my white sticky jism.  She milked my dick, 
seeking every last drop.

It was a night of surprises.  The first was her offer to skinnydip.  
The second was her desire to suck my dick, followed swiftly by her 
request for a pasting of her tongue.  The fourth was next, for she 
stood and kissed me deeply, sharing my cum with me.

We had spoken recently about our views on same-gender sex.  She had 
seemed surprised that I was not repulsed with the idea of being with 
another man.  Exploring deeper, she had learned I was bi-curious, and 
was open to sucking a dick and eating cum.  I was sure this had fueled 
her kiss tonite; she was testing if I would be disgusted by the taste 
of my own juices.  If that were the case, she had just learned that I 
hadn't lied about cumeating, because I knew I was moaning as she 
shoved my sperm into my own mouth.

We kissed for a long time, relishing the moment.  Then she shivered 
and suggested we go up to the cabin and build a fire.  Restraining my 
own shiver, I replied "good idea!"

Jenny went into the bedroom of the rustic log cabin, and returned 
wrapped in the goosedown comforter.  I built the fire, which was 
fairly easy with the Cub Scout training I had received thirty years 
ago (and the dry firewood with starter cubes).  In a few minutes there 
was the obvious prospect of a romantic fire, and I went into the 
kitchen to open a bottle of Merlot.  When I returned three minutes 
later, the room was beginning to warm and I saw Jenny had been a busy 
beaver.

She had removed the fluffy pillows from the bed, and the stiffer 
cushions from the couch, and had built a pallet.  On top of this she 
was reclining, wrapped in the comforter.  I handed her a glass of 
wine, and turned to add another log to the fire, which was now 
comfortably blazing.  When I turned back to her, she had flung open 
the cover and was spreading her legs quite lewdly.

Jenny has a very puffy vulva that looks out of place on her ballet-
dancer body.  It reminds me quite a lot of a peach, especially since 
she keeps it completely shaven.  When I see her with her legs open, I 
just naturally lay between her legs and place my mouth on her juicy 
fruit.  That's just what I did.

As she warmed to my oral ministrations and the glow of the fire, it 
was like a maple thawing in the spring.  Her sap began to run, lightly 
at first and then heavily.  I licked at her, pressing my tongue 
between the tight folds of her pussy, sliding my tongue up to wetten 
her clitoris.  Her pleasure bud emerged, beckoning my lips to wrap 
around it and suck.

She gently gripped my face, pulling me up to a kiss.  I tasted the 
wine on her lips, which was a fair trade for the flavor of her juices 
on mine.  She had admitted being thrilled at the idea of being 
"taken" by a "dyke", so I wasn't surprised to find her fiercely 
sucking my tongue to get her own flavor.  My hand found her pussy, and 
I coated a finger with her juices as she humped at it, then fed it to 
her.  Her growl was one of pure desire.

I did it again while I dropped my mouth to her still-hard nipples.  I 
added another finger as I suckled her, finger-fucking her slowly but 
deeply.  She had been cold from the skinny-dipping, but now she got 
covered with a glistening coating of perspiration.  Still she growled 
when I fed her my girl-flavored fingers, which excited me.

I kissed further down, marveling that I could make love to such a firm 
young woman.  Her stomach was taught, and with a gentle prodding she 
lifted her own legs to give me complete access to her peach.  Now she 
was open, seeping the wetness I loved.

"Fuck me," she hissed, startling me.  She is usually a quiet, demure 
lady, so using words like "fuck me" or "stick your cock in me" was 
racy indeed.  But who was I to argue?  I kissed her when I plunged 
into her fiery depths.  She was hungry, her mouth yawing open to let 
her tongue out and into my mouth.  I felt devoured, passive, taken.  
It was thrilling to know she was so excited.

Then she flung her head back, so that it fell off the palette of 
bedding.  Her hair was splayed back, forming a fan.  I just looked at 
her as I pistoned in and out.  She was letting me give her the gift of 
pleasure.  She was enjoying being fucked.  Perversely, the idea that 
she loved it so much contributed to it ending soon after.

I pushed in deep, burying myself so that our pubes collided.  Her wet 
insides gripped me, throbbing hotly as I tried to hold back and 
failed.  My second orgasm of the night was hard, and I enjoyed the 
feeling of my cum pouring out of my cock.  Jenny murmured "cum baby... 
fill me".  The mental image of this beauty being a willing sperm 
receptacle extended my orgasm and left me weak.

I collapsed on top of her, my body now as slippery as hers.  Her 
nipples pressed against my chest, and I luxuriated in the post-
orgasmic bliss as she stroked my back.

"Do you remember telling me you fantasized about a threesome with 
another man?" she whispered into my ear.

"Mmmm Hmmm," I agreed idly, thinking about how sloppy she felt as my 
cock shrank inside her.

"Go down and eat me now," she whispered.

"What?" I asked, thinking I must have misunderstood.

"Eat me... pretend it is Paul's nasty goo that you are cleaning from 
me."  Paul was her ex-boyfriend, who I was intensely jealous of.  He 
was good looking, strong, young.  She had guessed right that in my 
fantasies it was his fuckjuice I ate from her.

"Oh God," I moaned, unable to stop myself from sliding down and 
pressing my tongue into her cream-filled pussy.  I couldn't believe 
how wet she was, but then I realized my own outpouring was a big part 
of it.  Her pussy was radiating heat, leaking cum, smelling powerfully 
of her (and me).  It was nasty and erotic.

Before, I had fed Jenny her own juices, and now she returned the 
favor.  She pushed my head back with her left hand, and then fingered 
herself with her right.  I watched her fingers getting covered with 
creampie.  I could even hear the sloppy wetness as she played with the 
cum.

"Suck his cock," she whispered, feeding me her fingers.  "Suck his 
cock."  Her whispered tone made it all the hotter after she had spoken 
so heatedly before.  I felt like it was taboo as I sank onto her 
creampied fingers, sucking them and licking them clean.  She gripped 
my bangs, and fucked my mouth.  Oh shit!  It was so hot!

Then, Bam!  She pulled my face back into her sloppy cunt, spreading 
her legs wide so that she was open to my tongue.  I ate her so 
eagerly, and she responded so well!  She came quickly, her pussy 
burping out our combined spunk.  It was gross!

But I loved it.

Later, after a rest and the remainder of that bottle of Merlot, she 
broached a subject that I wanted to bring up, but was too scared.  
"So... should we live out our fantasies?" she asked.

I searched her face, looking for a clue as to how to answer.  I 
decided to be honest.  "I don't know if we should, but I will," I 
replied.  "I will if you will."

She laughed.  "Well, I will if you will."  She kissed me then.  "So, 
who should go first?"

We decided to flip a coin, and the silver disk ended Heads-up.  I'll 
let you guess who had called Heads, but suffice it to say that Jenny 
was smiling broadly as she went down to suck my renewed erection.

***********

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