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Subject: {ASSM} "Addictions" (MF rom) by Creampie Eater
Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 19:10:02 -0400
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Addictions
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My girlfriend Chely has an addictive personality. 
That is, she becomes "addicted" to things easily. 
Most of the time, like her addiction to Altoids, the
addictions are relatively harmless.  Sometimes, like
with her addiction to sniffing glue, she needs a
little help to get back on track.  But sometimes, like
her addictions to Longaberger baskets or Creative
Memories scrapbooking, she needs an intervention from
her loved ones to help her realize the damage she is
doing to herself.

This latest addiction is hard to categorize.  It also
takes an explanation to describe how she got where she
is.  I'll try to explain it, but bear with me.

It all began with a little naughtiness in an alley on
the way to a jazz club.  I led her to the alley, and
kissed her while pressing her against the brick wall. 
She liked it.  We both did, so much so that quickly we
ended up with her panties in a dumpster and her skirt
hiked up as I rammed my meat in and out of her.  She
came first and the racy situation combined with the
pleasurable feeling of her throbbing hard on me had me
soon following.  I nearly lifted her off the ground
with my deep thrust before I pumped a nut-load of cum
into her.

Of course, we were behind schedule after that, so we
giggled and went to the club.  A couple hours later we
were seated on a couch, buzzed at the cigars and
sambuca we'd been having with our friends.  The club
was great, because the dancing was sweet and the
ambience was dark.  Naturally, sitting in the dark
after slow dancing with Chely for an hour, my hand
slid between her thighs when our friends went back out
to dance.

I touched something slimy and sticky.  I went to pull
it out, but her thighs clamped around my hand.  Chely
went on talking naturally, the only give-away being
that she was tinged a little pink.  No one would
notice in the dark except me.  I leaned over and
whispered in her ear, asking what the hell I was
touching.

"Your cum," she whispered back.

Gross!  She had never cleaned her stinky pussy,
letting my cum ooze out all this time.  I thought I
would be ill, but she was of course excited. 
Casually, she pushed my hand higher until I felt her
crotch.  It was sticky and foul, but I could also feel
how hard her clit was.  I brushed my finger over it
once and she stifled a screaming orgasm.  It was
wicked, listening to her wheezing through her nose and
seeing the veins pop out of her neck.

She then led me onto the floor to dance.  I worried
about the couch, and whether someone would sit on the
goo and ruin their clothes.  Chely was not at all
worried, and in fact she was all over me, begging me
to give her another load.  I was fighting her off when
I slipped on some sperm that had dripped onto the
floor.  I faked an injury to get the hell out of
there.

You can guess that she was excited by the escapade,
and became addicted to having cum drip out of her
cunt.  I think she got her jollies from doing
something so sexual and so damn gross.  It was
perverted and I was never sure when she'd "need" me to
pump her full of cum so that she could feel it trickle
down her inner thighs.

One benefit for me was the increased sex.  I like that
a lot, at least at first.  Another was that she
stopped wearing pants altogether and went to skirts. 
I think her legs are terrific, so it was hard to not
like seeing more of them.

The problem came when our friends noticed stains on
their furniture couple with the pungent yet sweet
smell of sex.  I was shocked when Chely came home
distraught, saying her friend Susan had confronted her
about her suspicions.  Susan came right out and asked
if Chely had a problem with cleanliness.  Susan
suggested some hygiene products to alleviate
"staining" and "odor" that Chely's friends had worried
about.

Chely then had begged me to help.  And yet, when I
tried to make her abstain from "public dripping" (as
she liked to call it), she became abusive and
threatened to find a "bull" to satisfy her need. 
Together, we tried compromising, giving her a secret
drip fix.  Once or twice a week I'd pump her full of
my semen, and then we'd go our shopping to let her
drip safely.

That worked for a while, but of course her need grew
stronger.  Like all addicts, she quickly became
dissatisfied with only "some" dripping.  She needed
the rush of getting caught.  So she pressured me to
let her drip when we went to dinner with her friends. 
She made me give her a fix when I had my office Spring
party, even though my bosses' deck received some
disturbing stains.

Like when she was addicted to french fries, the
addiction was only kicked when the problem reached a
crisis that forced action.  In this case, the crisis
was occasioned by my sister's wedding.  Chely was a
bridesmaid.  She was to wear a tea-length
cream-colored silk dress.  Unbeknownst to my sister or
the other bridesmaids, Chely bought hose that was
thigh-high instead of pantyhose, in order that she
might drip.

Chely got super-duper excited before the wedding at
the prospect of dripping in the most inappropriate
place possible.  In her fantasy scenario, she'd catch
the bouquet.  The man who caught the garter would then
get a disgusting surprise when he went to put it on
her.  Hearing this, and envisioning the infamy such a
thing would cause at the wedding of my little sister,
I refused to inject my cum into her.  I would no
longer be her co-dependent.

Chely then went berserk, like addicts do when their
supply was cut off.  She raged for quite a while, but
I held strong.  I outlasted her verbal abuse and
threats, until she told me that she would have
Terrance take my place.  Terrance was a 6'7" black man
who had played inside linebacker for Michigan State. 
Chely claimed to know that he was such a sex-addict
that he would fuck a goat at the drop of a hat, and
that he was hung like a horse.  Such animal references
troubled me, but that wasn't the worse part.

I knew she was trying to trap me into marriage by not
using protection, and that she was currently in a
fertile period.  I could almost imagine the shame of
having my girlfriend give birth to a black man's baby.
 I backed down and told her I'd give her the best load
I could.  Her smug smile was humiliating.

As I fucked her, I decided to do something drastic.  I
was disgusted by the idea, but I knew it would work
and it would save my sister's wedding.  I focused on
that, and tried to forget what I was going to do. 
Finally, Chely came and then I let loose a torrent of
cum into her.

Immediately, I dropped to her pussy and began licking
her deeply, sucking my seed back out.  Chely protested
at first, wanting her drip fix.  I was determined not
to give in and to eat out as much cum as I could,
cleaning her out.  I focused all my attention on her
pussy, cleaning and pleasing her.  She began to hump
at my face, sliding her cummy cunny over my tongue,
making me bump into her clit.

I reached in and scooped out as much semen as I could
while I flicked my tongue over her clit.  I tried to
forget why she was so juicy and concentrate on her
orgasm.  Finally, she came.  When she did, a big
cum-bubble was formed, followed by a huge glop of
semen.  I sucked that up, satisfied that she wasn't
going to drip.

Chely asked me why I did that, and I told her frankly
the reason.  She understood, now that she had had two
orgasms and could think clearly.  She asked if I would
do it again, and I told her I would--after the garter
was slipped on.  She smiled, and said she couldn't
wait.

My worry was completely justified.  Chely did catch
the bouquet, and it turned out that Terrance caught
the garter.  I thanked God for foresight as I saw his
huge black hands slide up under her dress, putting on
the garter.  Chely came to me immediately after,
pulling me out onto the country club's patio, and then
into the bushes for a quick fuck.

She received a big load from me after several minutes
of well-dressed copulation.  I smiled at her, and told
her she could now drip as much as she liked.  It was
safe.  Instead, she grabbed my ears, forced my head
down, and made me eat her cum-dripping pussy!  Gross! 
But as I did it, I realized I thought it was pretty
dang sexy.  She had a pretty pussy and the goo tasted
strongly of her fluids.

We re-entered the country club soon after, and now I
had two worries.  First of all, how could I explain
the dirt on my knees?  Secondly, how could I break her
of this new addiction.

Hmmm, actually I have a third worry.  That is, did I
even want to try to break this addiction?

**** THE END ****

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