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Subject: {ASSM} "Bringing Home the New Year" (MF gang cuck) by Creampie Eater 
Date: Wed,  2 Jan 2002 13:10:08 -0500
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Bringing Home the New Year
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Joe was so predictable.  He always got out the cognac when he wanted 
something.  I think he thinks the expensive liquor impresses me, and I 
will swoon over any suggestion he makes.  Either that, or he thinks 
the sneaky-potent stuff will break down any resistance I have.  Joe 
has all sorts of male fantasies, and having me do what he wants must 
be chief among them.

In fact, though, I am naturally extra-reserved when I get tipsy.  I do 
like the burn the cognac gives me, but that sets off a warning bell 
that tells me to be cautious.  I don't like to feel out of control.  
Thus, Joe's expensive hooch has the opposite effect to that which he 
intends, putting me on guard.

Tonight was a great example.  I knew he wanted something, and I merely 
waited until he sprang his ill-conceived idea on me.  He was close on 
drunk before he had the courage, while I had just sipped half of one 
brandy glass.

"Honey, you are so sexy," he said.  Whether he knew it or not, those 
words were his standard introduction to his fantasies.  Tonight he had 
poor timing.  His soft cock was in my mouth, and I was trying hard to 
get the flaccid thing stiff.  He suffered from erection problems when 
he drank, and he suffered from wisdom problems too.

"MMMMmmmmpfh?" I asked, my mouth full of dick.  I had been 
contemplating faking a headache, because getting him hard was just not 
worth the effort.

"You are," he smiled, stroking my hair.  "You are totally hot."

I let his member plop out so I could speak.  "Thanks," I smiled.  I 
liked having my hair stroked.  I had decided to get my afro relaxed, 
and I was wearing it in a shiny bob now.  He seemed unable to not 
touch my hair, and especially my nape.  That touching was the best 
thing he could do now, it felt so good.  I shivered when he ran his 
fingers up my neck, and bent forward to take his soft white dick in my 
mouth again.  It seemed harder now.  Hmmmmm.

"I see men looking at you all the time," Joe said, leading somewhere.  
His cock gave a sudden spasm and grew measurably in a single moment.  
That was interesting.

I sucked up, ending with a loud smack while looking into his eyes.  "I 
only want you, baby," I said, purring.  "Now, get this thing hard, 
because I need a good 'internal massage'."  I went back to sucking 
him, this time adding some handjobbing as a help.

"So you don't ever want to fuck other men?" he asked, his cock 
swelling some more.

"You know I love you," I said.  "There's things we ain't tried yet, 
and until we have tried everything, I don't need another man."  I was 
pleased to feel him getting hard now.  His fantasies were overwhelming 
his drunkenness.

"And I don't need anyone but you baby," he said, his voice rising as 
he got more aroused.  "But I just have this mental picture of you 
fucking other guys."

Now, this was typical shit from him.  He always came up with the 
oddest ideas!  "No," I said firmly.

"I know, it sounds weird," he whined, stroking my neck in a way that I 
found very stimulating.  "I just have this mental image of you totally 
in pleasure, with guy after guy getting you off."  He grunted a bit, 
and pulled his now-rock-hard cock from my mouth.  He rolled me over, 
sticking his tongue into my mouth and fucking it orally, even as he 
plunged his meat into my fleshy folds.

Honestly, it felt good.  He did a great job of 'taking me' like I 
liked.    He pressed his tongue into my throat, reminding me of how he 
tongued my pussy on a good day.  He did have some redeeming qualities, 
after all.  One of his best was cunt eating.  My former lovers hated 
putting their mouths on my pussy, but Joe seemed to like it best of 
all.  That long tongue of his felt really nice, trying to caress my g-
spot.  And now that tongue was probing my tonsils, overwhelming my 
defenses.  He went so far as to pin my wrists up so that I 'had' to 
let him fuck me.  If he kept this up, I'd be putty in his grasp.

I began to fantasize about him eating me after he got done fucking me.  
I hadn't thought of it before, but the image came into my mind fully 
formed.  He was fucking me like an animal, ferociously.  His pistoning 
cock would soon explode in me, and I would be letting my man fill me 
up with cum.  I would truly be an Oreo, black on the outside with 
white cream in the middle.  It would ooze out and he would grin that 
silly, irresistable grin, and slide down to eat me.  That long tongue 
would snake in, lapping up the cream and he would brush against my 
clit.  Goddamn, it would feel sooooo good.  I wondered if he might do 
it, really.

He arched his back, sliding his cock home, deep inside me.  His pubes 
mashed against my engorged vulva, pressing it.  His eyes rolled, 
lolling about in their sockets.  He was really on the verge.  Somehow, 
he fought the need to cum, and his eyes focused again, on me.

"Damn it honey," he whined, "why won't you let me watch you fuck other 
guys?"

"Would that make you happy?" I asked.  "Fucking other guys?"  I wasn't 
pissed, per se, because I loved the dork and wanted him happy.  Even 
so, I wasn't about to fuck other guys, so playin' up his fantasy was 
no big deal.

"Oh God, Roquelle," he grunted.  I don't know how he didn't cum, he 
was so obviously turned on.  If I didn't cum soon, I would lose the 
chance.  He would pop and fall asleep, I knew.

"You know what would turn me on about that?" I asked, deciding to 
broach the subject.  "I think it would be sexy for you to watch these 
guys, fucking me in a damn gangbang.  Every one of the guys cums in 
me, and I get all sloppy."  My voice was getting husky.  Getting 
sloppy. the idea was so nasty, it turned me on.

"Yeah, they all fuck the fuck out of you," he said.  He was sweating 
hard now.

"Oh yeah, you like that?"

"Yeah!"

"And then when the last guy cums in me," I continued, "he pulls out 
and you see how much cum they dumped in me."

"MMMmmmmm Hmmmmm!"  His strokes were now jerky.  The good news is that 
I was really close to cumming too.

"Pin my arms, baby," I told him.

"OK," he said, grabbing my wrists and holding them against the bed in 
the 'I give up' position.  Immediately, I felt like I was being 
'taken' again.  I got even closer to my Big O.  His face was closer to 
mine, and his lower position helped him slide against my clit.  
Mmmmmm!

"Yeah, so when the last guy pulls out, you see a river of cum pouring 
out.  And you kneel between my legs and tell me I'm beautiful and sexy 
and you begin to lick up the cum."

Joe's eyes got wide in surprise.  "You want me to clean up after all 
these guys?" he asked, getting all tense and shit.

"Mmmmm, baby, you watch all these guys making me cum all night, 
screwing me one after the other."  He relaxed, pumping me harder than 
ever.  "Their dicks get all covered in cum, and I get all sloppy 
inside."

"Yeah!  But I see them all wearin' condoms," he said.

"Wouldn't you like there to be some sign of how many times these guys 
have fucked me?  My pussy getting all sloppy with their sperm?"  The 
idea obviously appealed to him.  His eyes were rolling again in their 
sockets.

"These guys are all fucking you." he moaned.  That was the hot part 
for him.

"Yeah, they're banging the fuck out of me, making me cum all night."

"Oh, honey!"  He was about to pop.

"C'mon baby," I cooed at him.  "C'mon, fill me with your cum like 
those guys are.  Cum in me."

He began to grunt, and I thought I felt his cock swell as a stream of 
spunk squirted out.  I loved it when he came in me.  It was like a 
gift.  It made me feel so close to him.  Tonight he gave me a 
freakin' BIG gift, cumming for what felt like 5 minutes.

The only bad thing is that I hadn't cum yet!  As he rolled off me, I 
asked him, "Baby, go down and finish me off!"

"No, honey, I am soooo tired," he smiled, sleepy after the big 
release.

"C'mon," I begged, "I am so close!"

"Just let me sleep," he suggested, cuddling up to me.

Damn.  With his arm draped over me, I reached down and began to play 
with myself.  It happened like this so many times.  His endurance was 
erratic, and I was too often left on the edge.  This time, I pictured 
him sliding down and licking the cum oozing from me.  My fingers felt 
the goo, and I spread it all over my pussy as I frigged myself.  It 
would feel so good having his supple tongue doing this, his taste buds 
grinding over my clit.  His tongue sliding between my lips and into my 
sloppy hole.  I would cum all over his face, getting him all gooey as 
he brought me to a wonderful orgasm.  I would love it!

But he never would.  He always fell asleep after cumming.  Especially 
after drinking all the cognac.  But maybe I could get him to do it.  
When he rolled onto his back, I could sit on his face and grind my 
pussy on him, like it or not.  What a hot thought!  Oh shit, I began 
to cum!

Unlike Joe, after I came big I often wanted another.  He was snoring 
gently when I reached down to explore again.  I had ejected his cum, 
and I used it to lather up my sex.  My second and third orgasms came 
more quickly, as I thought about how fun it would be to surprise him 
into eating me after filling me with cum.  Finally satisfied, I joined 
him in slumber.

The next couple weeks were not bliss.  Everytime we made love, Joe 
brought up this idea of watching me get gangbanged.  It was annoying, 
especially since he flatly rejected my own fantasy of having him eat 
me after cumming in me.  Then, for Christmas he gave me a damn 
realistic dildo, and had me fuck myself with it as he watched and 
commented on how much better having a real dick would be.  I finally 
faked two orgasms, and he sprayed my pussy before he even entered me.  
I was left aching and needing attention, and pissed.

His flat rejection of my fantasy, combined with his dickhead behavior 
on Christmas, made me resolved to punish him.  I began to tell him I 
was gonna go out New Year's Eve without him, and that I fully intended 
to fuck other guys.  My new dominant attitude touched some here-to-
fore hidden part of him, and he reacted wildly.  He loved the fantasy 
of me going out on him and getting fucked.  But, he didn't think I 
would.  And, he still rejected the notion of tonguing me after cumming 
in me.

Finally, New Year's Eve arrived.  Like the clueless male he was, Joe 
assumed I had made plans for us both.  That sealed it.  I had talked 
during the week with my friend Moesha, who I knew to be a gang rat.  
She invited me to a party, but I declined, telling her I wanted to 
spend a quiet evening with Joe, at home.  After our piss-poor week and 
Joe's rotten attitude, I called Moesha.

"Moesha, you still going to that party?" I asked, Joe watching me and 
grinning.  He thought it was a put-on.

"Yeah!  You want to come?"  she asked, sounding excited.

"Sure, what time?"

"Hold on Roquelle," she cautioned, "you do know that there's gonna be 
sex there?"  Her voice had assumed a warning tone, now that it seemed 
like I was serious about going.

"Well, I thought there would be sex there, but its nice to know for 
sure," I said, for Joe's benefit.  Joe snorted, pissing me off.  He 
could be a dickhead sometimes.

"What about Joe?" Moesha asked, worried now.

"Oh, don't worry about Joe," I said, looking at him.  "He wants me to 
fuck other guys."  Joe nodded like a damn fool.

"Damn girl!" Moesha exclaimed.  "You serious?"

"What time?" I repeated.

"Be here at seven," she said, adding, "if you're sure."

"Yes, I am quite sure Joe wants me to fuck other guys.  He's sure told 
me that enough times.  See you at seven."

Joe was smirking now.  "So, that was Moesha?" he chuckled.

I ignored him, and went in to take a shower.  I spent extra time on my 
personal hygiene, knowing I was going out for sex.  Then I put on a 
red mini-dress Joe gave me that barely concealed my ample curves.  I 
had a full figure, and I had to cram it into the dress.  The thing 
barely went down to my thighs.  I'd be pulling it down all night!  I 
put on a pair of black silk panties, thinking the contrasting color 
would make them more visible to dudes trying to sneak a peak.  I 
didn't bother with a bra, because it'd just get lost.  High heels 
completed the ensemble.

Joe had watched me getting dressed, smiling.  I saw his fool face in 
the mirror, as I finished putting on my makeup.  I completed my 
preparations by putting on this bright red lipstick.  The tube hung 
from a lanyard, that allowed it to nestle between my breasts when I 
wore it around my neck like a necklace.  I wanted my lipstick to be 
fresh all night, because I planned to rub it off on lots of cocks.

I looked hot, I knew.  I looked at Joe, who was clearly ready to 
devour me.  "Don't wait up," I told him.

"You gonna be late?" he asked, playing along.

"Yeah, and I don't think I'll be able to hear my phone," I told him, 
seriously.

"Have fun with Moesha," he said, almost cracking up.  I walked out, 
totally ticked.

Thing is, I did have fun.  Moesha and I shared a joint at her place, 
and then another on the drive to the party.  I was feeling really 
loose when we arrived, although Moesha had  spent the drive asking 
over and over about Joe.  She asked one last time if I was sure when 
we got there, and I was.  We left our bags in the car.  Moesha's car 
had a digital lock on the door, so we didn't even bother taking the 
keys.

The party was hopping, with throbbing house music giving way to gansta 
rap.  Her friends, the gangbangers, instantly surrounded Moesha and 
me.  I received more attention, being fresh meat.  My qualms gave way 
after a drink, which I suspected was laced with a narcotic.  I found 
myself dancing like I hadn't in years, grinding my hips to the groove, 
feeling myself getting hyper-sexual.

Hands were on me quickly, and I let a gold-toothed tattoo collector 
pull up my skirt.  He kissed me savagely, his hand diving into my 
panties.  I was sure he found my pussy wet to the touch.  "Why don' 
you put those lips to better use, baby?" he asked.  My head spinning, 
I sank to my knees in the middle of the dance floor and gave my first 
BJ of the night.  I lost track of time as I sought, and finally 
received, his cum on my tonsils.

He was just the first.  There must have been forty guys at the party, 
and every one of them was rewarded in some way by my attentions.  It 
was all very blurry, and I knew I had been drugged.  I found Moesha 
lying on a mattress between two guys, stoned as much as I was.  She 
was a total wreck, her body, face, and even her hair covered in cum.  
Her pussy was draining sperm like a cracked egg drains white.  I 
didn't look hard, but it appeared she had been assfucked too.  I knew 
I had been.

"C'mon Moesha," I urged, bending down to shake her awake.  She looked 
up at me, heavy lidded.  "C'mon."

"What's the problem, baby?"  one of the guys next to her said, 
sleepily.

"I gotta get home to my husband," I said.

"What's the hurry?" he smiled, not at all surprised that I was 
married.  "Don't you want part of this?" he asked, shaking his flaccid 
member.  I got wide-eyed, because his soft cock was half again as big 
as Joe's erection.

"Well, maybe until Moesha wakes up," I shrugged. I was worn out, and I 
didn't want anything more than to just go home, but 'in for a penny, 
in for a pound.'  Besides, when would I get another chance to 
experience a giganticock like that?

I went down on the guy, knowing full well that the musty scent on his 
cock was the mix of his smell and Moesha's.  I worked it hard, my 
desire growing as I got back into it.  From time to time, I prodded 
Moesha, urging her to wake up.  It was kinda working, but it would 
take a while for her to come out of the stupor.  And now, with the 
dude's dick hard enough to slide in me, I didn't want her sober too 
quickly.

I had never felt so damn full in my life.  His cock when completely 
erect must have been as big around as my wrist!  He knew how to fuck, 
and he rubbed every square inch of my vagina.  I rode him, he rode me, 
we just plain fucked as I came twice.  It was a perfect ending, 
especially he nearly pulled out before spraying his sticky seed inside 
my stretched pussy.  I imagined how sticky he was, several loads into 
the night.  I imagined I could feel his goo covering my insides, 
adhering.

Moesha was mostly awake, and we went to leave.  At some time during 
the night, the gang had posted guards.  They wanted release too, and 
sucking them off was a good way to get Moesha more sober.  At my 
request, they both held their cocks to my sore pussy opening, 
squirting into me when they came.

As Moesha drove me directly home, I thought to check the cellphone.  
Eight missed calls, all from Joe.  A couple came after a couple hours, 
then more infrequently.  I had four messages.  The first three were 
some blend of irritation, then anger.  The last one just pleaded with 
me to come home, because he was sorry he was a jerk.  Finally, he had 
Got It.

When I got home, it was nearly dawn.  Joe was asleep on the couch, the 
TV on some paid commercial.  I closed the door softly, and moved over 
to him.  I kissed him with the lips that had sucked twenty of more 
cocks that night.

"Where've you been?" he asked groggily.

"Lay on the floor," I told him.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, having taken a good look at 
my appearance.

"I was with Moesha," I told him.  "You knew that.  You wanted that.  
Now lay on the floor.  On your back."

"What did you do?" he asked, his voice a mix of accusation, concern, 
and anticipation.  But he got off the couch and lay on the floor.

Now that he was where I had wanted him to be, it took an effort to go 
through with my plan.  This is the point where he could reject me and 
call a lawyer.  I had cuckolded him terribly out of anger.  I could 
either go through with it, or maybe suck him off as an apology then 
take a shower to remove the evidence.  I say it took an effort, but 
not a very big one.  'In for a penny, in for a pound.'

I pulled my dress up, showing him that I was missing panties and 
leaking cum.  I knew I was disgustingly splattered.  That excited me, 
to be honest.  "I'll tell you later," I said, quivering with need.  
"Now, just eat me."

He groaned as I nestled onto his face.  He was repulsed, I knew.  I 
could also tell he was excited.  But really, I didn't care.  The 
important thing was that he was tonguing my aching pussy.  His saliva 
was a salve to my worn-out and stretched cunt.  His skill at 
cunnilingous was employed even if he found it distasteful.  I quickly 
rose to orgasm.

The thing is, it was better emotionally than sexually.  By all rights, 
he should be pissed at me.  I had cheated on him, gotten fucked by 
multiple guys.  I had let him worry.  I had brought home gobs of 
globs, and had made him suck it out of me.  I was using him.  And he 
let me.  He loved me enough to overlook it, and to actually enjoy 
caressing my needy pussy afterwards.  I came on his face after 
noticing how erect he was.

I mounted him right away.  He had a big smile on his face, like he 
always did when he made me cum.   This time, his face also was smeared 
with cum.  We both moaned when he slid into me, and I could tell he 
wouldn't last long.  I licked the sperm of unknown men from his face 
while I told him what I had done.

"Are. you. mad.?" I asked, humping him as he thrust into me.

"No," he groaned, grabbing my hips and fucking me 120 beats a minute.  
"Next. time. let . me. watch." he said.

He stopped pumping as he started ejaculating into me.  I settled fully 
on him loving the throbbing and splashing feeling.  But, I had gotten 
really close to my last orgasm.

Joe looked up at me brightly after his orgasm, his cock staying 
partially erect.  Grinning, I slid off him and up.  He gripped my hips 
now, and pulled my crotch down so that he could get me off orally.  He 
was now OK with eating cum from me.

I smiled, thinking that this really was going to be a Happy New Year 
with Joe.

*****

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