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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Geocaching" (MF creampie) by Creampie Eater
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Creampie Geocaching
-------------------

While I was preparing for my camping adventure, I
bought a Global Positioning Systems (GPSs) receiver. 
This tiny baby, about the size of my cellphone, lets
me know within 9 or so feet where I am.  I got it in
case I got lost while hiking, but I was soon turned
onto "geocaching".  This is a sport/hobby that now
uses as a sort of scavenger hunt.  What happens is you
are given a set of coordinates and a general
description of what to look for, then use your GPS to
find it.  It was an instant hit with me, since I am a
techno-geek at heart anyway.  I also loved being
outdoors and doing the hikes often required to find
the cache.

After my trip, I was addicted to geocaching.  My wife
is not so adventurous, and pretty much hates the
outdoors where all geocaches are found.  Thus, she let
me loose to pursue this healthy hobby by myself.

One Saturday, I printed out a list of four caches in
the same general area, and took off early to "capture"
them.  The first on my list was brand new, having been
placed only the day before.  I burned rubber to get
the highly-coveted "first find".  As I hit the trail,
I noticed a dark Suburban pulling into the tiny
parking lot.  I suspected the driver was another cache
hunter and picked up the pace.  After a twenty minute
fast walk and a five minute seek, I found the cache. 
I gleefully wrote in the log book the first find, by
me.

Another feature of geocaching is that the cache is
stocked with trinkets.  When you find the cache, you
take an item and leave an item.  In this case, I took
a blue First Place ribbon, thinking it would be a nice
trophy for my first find.  I left a pair of AA
batteries, which are valuable to people with
energy-sucking GPSs.

The cache itself was a dark green Tupperware
container.  I replaced the lid and had just hid the
cache back where I found it 10' into the woods when I
heard approaching footfalls.  I sprinted to a bench 30
feet away and sat to watch the hunter.  I am glad I
did, for the hunter was actually a comely huntress.

She was a little younger than me, I judged, with a
nice motherly figure.  Not fat, but not too skinny
either.  She was a soccer mom-type.  Her best features
were her legs, which were nicely visible due to her
khaki-colored shorts.  She wore suede hiking boots,
with cute green socks that were rolled down.  Above,
she wore a khaki short-sleeved "technical" shirt.  At
first, I couldn't see her face because she was peering
hard at the GPS display.  Basically I could just see
her nice center-parted auburn hair, pulled back into
half pony tail since it was too short for all her hair
to stay in the tail.

Sure she was close, she looked up and looked around,
and saw me.  Her eyes got suspicious, but they were
pretty green eyes all the same.  Under her cute bangs,
her eyebrows furrowed.  "Did you come looking for a
geocache?" she asked.

"Yep," I smiled.  She was very pretty, despite her
furious look.

"Did you get a first find?" she asked, with quite the
demanding tone.

My smile turned very cheesy.  "Yep," I answered,
showing her the blue ribbon.

"Damn," she muttered.  In another minute she had found
the cache.

I didn't wait to see what she took, but headed off to
my next search.  "Have a nice day," I called out
cheerfully as I left.  I didn't wait to hear her curse
me.

The next cache was less than a mile away as the crow
files, but was many miles away by car and hike.  By
now it was mid-morning and getting hot.  After the
find, I sat on a nearby bench to suck down some water
I had brought.  I was about to get up when I spied the
same huntress approaching rapidly.  I settled back
down to watch the fun again.

She looked hard at me, then went straight to the
search.  It was actually fun to watch her struggle to
find the cache.  I had hid it better than the person
before me had, so she had more trouble.  Proudly, she
refused to ask for help, but kept searching
diligently.  Finally, she found it and I got up and
left as she logged her find.

The third search was farther, and it was about noon
when I found it.  This was a micro-cache, and hard to
find.  It was merely a waterproof camping match case,
with a few sheets of paper and a golf pencil inside. 
Deviously, it was hidden six feet in the air in a
crotch of a tree.  I had just replaced it and was
walking slowly back to my car, contemplating lunch,
when she appeared on the foot path leading to the
cache.

"You again?" she asked, with an exasperated tone.

"Yeah, me again," I answered.

"Jesus!" she cursed.  "I should have done the other
one first."

"GCB2EA?" I asked.  Geocaches each have their own
designator, and my last one had this designator.

She looked down at some sheets she carried.  "Fuck,"
she muttered.  I love women with potty mouths, so I
followed her back to the tree and was amused as she
searched for fully half an hour.  I refrained from
helping her, knowing that the fun was in the search. 
During that time, she swore like a sailor, further
endearing her to me.

Finally, she found it.  As she wrote her name on the
micro-log, I offered to buy her a lunch.  "You look
about done in," I commented.

"Tell you what, smart-ass," she said, standing up with
pride, "if you find the next cache first, I'll buy you
lunch.  If I find it, you can buy me lunch."  She
stuck out her hand.  "Deal?" she asked.

I took her hand, feeling a thrill at this first touch.
 "Deal," I smiled.  We shook hands, and to my
astonishment, she sprinted off.  By the time I
regained my wits, she had a lead I would never
overcome.

This was a multi-cache.  Based on the initial
coordinates, we found something that gave us the final
coordinates.  In this case, it was the address on the
building.  I got to the cache a little over a minute
later than she did, but she was victorious all the
same.  I was glad to lose, because her smug smile lit
her face up gloriously.

I bought her lunch at an ice house nearby.  The beer
tasted good, but getting to know Robbie (her name) was
even better.  Maybe it was the thrill of meeting a
fellow hobbiest that made the lunch so special, but
maybe her looks and personality had a greater effect. 
Robbie was fun and full of life.  Like me, her spouse
thought her hobby to be a strange waste of energy. 
Like me, the search was a thrill.

In the end, we decided to have a repeat contest the
next weekend.  We met at a designated time and place,
and then set off for three caches.  First to return
with all three finds would receive a free lunch from
the loser.

I won, but she wasn't a grumpy loser.  The lunchtime
conversation was a little easier and less guarded.  We
exchanged ideas the next weekend, each of us assuming
a repeat match would occur.  We were friendly
competitors.

So it went for a couple more weeks, and I found myself
calling her throughout the week to check in on my new
friend.  She called me too, and I was thrilled to her
voice each time.  Eventually, our conversations
drifted away from geocaching and on to more personal
terms.

When she arrived one Saturday for our contest, and I
saw she must have cried all night, I called off the
hunt and we sat in her car while she cried some more
and confessed how miserable her marriage was.  Her
husband, frankly, was a complete ass.  When she asked
if she were totally unattractive since her husband had
said as much, I told her no.  To emphasize it, I
kissed her.  I had wanted to kiss her for some time
and although it was despicable to take advantage of
her vulnerability, I did.

Robbie kissed me back, voraciously.  We didn't find
any caches that day, but we did find a lust for each
other.

The next weekend was awkward, despite talking for
hours during the week.  To get over it, we kissed
right away.  That just made me think about her instead
of the hunt, and she beat me soundly that day.  I
bought her lunch at a tiny burger joint, and told her
how cute she was when she pulled the scrunchy out of
her jaw-length hair.  She blushed, but began playing
footsy with me.

A few more weeks, and we became lovers.  We talked
daily on the phone, about more than just geocaching. 
We were getting to be intimate, and perhaps it was
inevitable that we would end up as more than just
friends.

It happened while standing up against a tree, only a
few yards off a path in a public park.  After flirting
and teasing each other outrageously during the week
and that morning, Robbie let me grab her and kiss her,
pressing her against a tree.  When I pulled up her
dress, I found she wasn't wearing panties!  Quickly, I
pulled my shorts down and slid into her.  To my
surprise, she let me fuck her deeply without
protection (she said later that she was "fixed").  It
was like two animals mating, but we both found intense
satisfaction.  My knees buckled even as I was pining
her to a tree like a butterfly in an exhibit, before
exploding when balls-deep in her silky pussy.

She came only moments after my first shot, and I
learned that she found the feeling of a man
ejaculating into her to be more than just arousing. 
It was spiritual for her.  I was afraid to confess my
desire to suck my seed from her after our first orgasm
together, so after our frantic copulation we dressed
and went to lunch.  We giggled like new lovers do, and
I'll admit it was a great feeling.

During our telephone conversations the next week, we
decided formally to enrich our game.  Turns out we
both had a love for giving oral sex.  The loser in our
game would give head to the victor before buying them
lunch.  We'd only search for one cache, in order to
give the winner plenty of time to enjoy the loser's
mouth.  We put off fucking again, wanting it to be
more special and less frantic.

The next two times I lost, more or less on purpose.  I
just love eating pussy, and I wanted to eat hers so
badly.  Being orally fixated makes you do odd things,
sometimes.  Her pussy was naturally lush, with a full
bush and a wellspring of girljuice.  She got very wet
on her own, and always tasted fresh and clean.  It was
perfect.

It was also exciting to be giving head nearly within
public view.  Once, she told me to be quiet as a woman
rollerbladed by.  I was quiet, but I didn't stop.  As
the woman got closer, Robbie got wetter.  When she
passed by, slowing down for some reason, Robbie gushed
into my mouth.  Her hot juices forced me to swallow. 
I loved it.  I ate her until she came, then kept going
until she came again.  Then she helped me up and
probed my mouth for her own flavor.  She was too damn
sexy!

At lunch, she warned me against purposely losing
again.  She explained that it wasn't that she didn't
like being eaten, because she loved my talented mouth,
but because she a) wanted to try sucking me off for a
change, and b) she enjoyed a true competition. 
Abashed that she had seen through my ploy so easily, I
promised to try harder.

I did, too.  The next weekend's cache was far across
town.  I don't know if she sandbagged or what, but I
beat her to the cache by thirty minutes.  I had enough
time to find a good hiding spot and to watch her
arrival.  I marveled at how sexy she was as she just
marched up, checking coordinates.  Being sexy just
came naturally for her, because it wasn't anything
obvious.  She didn't try to be sexy, she just was.

She looked for less than a minute before spotting the
crushed weeds that marked my trail.  She looked around
for me, then went in and claimed the cache.  A moment
later, she crashed out and looked around again; she
had seen my log entry!  "OK, asshole, where are you?"
she called out.  Laughing, I came out of my hiding
spot and walked up to her, giving her a nice kiss. 
Robbie grabbed my hand and dragged me into the forest
again, before fumbling with my shorts.

I helped her out a little, and she knelt and gave me
head.  It was a little unnerving, because I had to
watch out in case we were in danger of detection.  I
had nerves, yes, but there was no doubt she was a
talented cocksucker.  Her mouth was so fucking hot,
and she was encasing my mouth as if I were the most
delicious thing she'd ever tasted.  She began to moan,
telling me how happy she was to "chew" my cock.  Soon,
she began to beg me to cum in her mouth.  She wanted
to "gargle" on my sperm!

With the exciting situation, it really didn't take me
long to cum.  When I did, the pleasure of my cum
flowing through my cock was incredibly intense. 
Squirt after squirt shot through my sensitive hose and
into Robbie's greedy mouth.  I was only vaguely aware
that she spit some out, coating my cock with sperm
before cleaning it back off.  All I knew was that I
was very lucky to have found a woman with such similar
interests, and talents.

At the lunch Robbie bought, we sat side by side, like
lovers.  It was so nice and fresh feeling, especially
with her whispering how good my cock and cum tasted. 
Finally, I had to break down and admit that I wished
next time she would snowball me.  She asked if I were
serious, and when I told her sincerely that I was, she
gulped "oh God", and excused herself.  Five minutes
later she returned, sheepish.  She told me she had to
go relieve her sudden excitement, and offered her
fingers for me to sniff.  Sure enough, they were
fragrant with her musky scent.

I won again the next week, and she delighted in
swallowing me deeply.  When I came, she rose while I
was still groggy and pulled my head back roughly by
the hair.  Then she shoved my cum back into my mouth. 
I was hard again almost instantly, and she demanded
that I let her suck me off again.  I last much longer,
and took the chance to grip her hair and face fuck
her.  She loved it, despite (or maybe especially
because) gagging several times.

So it went, giving and receiving oral sex, and very
infrequently fucking.  It was a great arrangement. 
Finally, after snowballing me for the fifth or sixth
time, it occurred to her to ask if I would maybe like
eating a snowball from her pussy.

I laughed.  "That's called a creampie, sweety."

"Whatever," she smiled.  "Would you like that?"

"Yes... I've wanted to, but was afraid what you'd
think."

Robbie smiled mysteriously, and I thought the matter
was closed until another day.  The next week, she had
a family engagement so we didn't search for geocaches
together.

On the following Friday, she informed me that the next
day's cache would be "all-or-nothing".  She refused to
tell me what she meant, although I had a vague (and
wrong) idea.  She gave me the coordinates of a special
cache she had set up, and then rung off.  It was all
very mysterious, but I liked mysteries.

I set off early the next day, happy to be pursuing my
hobby again.  I went to the coordinates, which was a
park near her office.  She was nowhere in sight.  It
took me nearly thirty minutes to find the cache.  It
was a medicine pill bottle, attached to the bottom of
a metal park bench using a strong magnet.  I opened it
up, finding the message she sent written in her cute
hand on a slip of paper:

"Go to N29 39.474 W95 33.762 and search for your
second cache.  Hurry!  You only have until noon to
find me!"

I entered the coordinates into my eTrex Legend, and
took off in haste.  It was only 6:15 am, but I wasn't
sure how many more legs I would be forced to travel. 
The GPS is a "mapping" one, so I knew the coordinates
were very close to the junction of two freeways.  I
did my usual superlative driving and arrived there
before 6:45.  It was a Holiday Inn.  Well, well, well.

The parking lot was still full, but I didn't see her
car there.  The coordinates were pretty remote, and
seemed to point generally to a dumpster.  I carefully
triangulated, and sure it enough it was the dumpster. 
 My skin crawled at the thought that she might want me
to climb into the dumpster, and I decided to check out
the exterior carefully.

Near a bottom corner I found a name tag, proclaiming
"Hello, my name is ROBBIE" stuck to the dumpster. 
Smiling at her cleverness, I peeled off the sticker. 
Inside, stuck back-to-back to the sticker was another
sticker, which said simply, "Room 311".

My heart was beating faster than ever when I knocked
on the door to Room 311.  Robbie answered the door,
nearly nude.  Her only "clothing" where a pair of
black fishnet thigh-high stockings.  I had mentioned
how sexy I found them long ago, and she'd remembered.

"Surprised?" she asked.  I nodded, stepping inside and
grabbing her.  "Happy?" she asked, altogether
needlessly.  I pressed my lips to hers, wishing I
could be naked so as to feel her naked body against
mine.  In a minute or two, that wish came true.

We had never seen much more than our exposed private
parts.  Tumbling onto the bed, we examined each other
more closely.  I don't know how much she liked of my
body, but I liked hers quite a lot.  She was not a
hardbody, but she was firm in the right places and
fleshy in the right places as well.  Her breasts were
average sized, with smallish nipples.  She had an
"innie" bellybutton.  She was Robbie, as I had
imagined (whacked off to, more like).

Soon, we were kissing like mad, and touching each
other.  As her fingernails tickled my hardon, I
reached down and felt her pussy.  She was incredibly
wet, oozing the juices I had come to love.  Just
touching her in a relaxed setting was so stimulating I
was soon ready to burst.

"Babe," I gasped, "you better slow down.  I am really
close."

"Well, that's OK," she purred.  "You are about to eat
a pussy snowball.  Surprise!"  Before I could get over
my surprise, she had slid her leg over mine and was
mounting me.  I gritted my teeth, wanting to refrain
from premature ejaculation.  But she slid on so slowly
and so deeply, that my best intents went for naught. 
She smiled happily as I grunted in an intense orgasm. 
My body shook as wave after wave of pleasure shot out
of me and into Robbie.  Deep into Robbie.

When I was able to relax, Robbie leaned onto me and
kissed me until I was totally flaccid.  Then, she
giggled, "Eat me", and slid up to mount my face.  Oh
God.  Creampie was already oozing out of her, forming
a slippery mess that required my immediate attention. 
Her giggles became sighs as I ran my tongue between
her lips, exploring for the treat I had dreamt of. 
All thoughts of the post-coital drowsiness faded the
moment that creampie eating became reality.

I found that, given the chance and correct
environment, Robbie can be quite demanding.  As I
tongued her, she kept adjusting her position, sinking
lower and lower onto my face and mouth.  Soon, my nose
was being tickled by the glossy fur of her hairy muff.
 The scent of her excitement filled my senses, making
my head swim.  I gripped her hips, pulling my face
into her pussy, wanting my mouth inside her.  Robbie
increased the pressure, settling harder onto my face
and forcing me to consume her.  Her pussy was
fabulously wet, demanding my tongue and I gratefully
obliged.

As she neared orgasm, smothering me wasn't even
enough.  She grabbed my hair and used it as a lever so
that she could grind against my face.  I tried
tonguing her, but that wasn't the point I think.  I
felt her clitty bumping over my lips, my chin, my
mustache.  Then, I felt her begin to shake and she
came, still grinding.  The cum inside her was squeezed
out, coating my face until it was a sloppy mess.  By
the time she fell off me, I too was stunned.

We laid there breathing hard, but she recovered first.
  She slithered around and up, kissed me then began to
lick my face.  She squeegeed juices into my mouth,
then kissed me and fought me for them.  It was a
really odd sort of snowball, having cum from my cock
into her pussy, then from her pussy onto my face, and
finally into my mouth.  With her mouth on mine, her
tongue plumbing my depths, and her face pressing mine
into the mattress, I thought it was seriously the best
way.

Finally, she looked at the clock.  It was still only
9:30.  "We have until noon to check out," she said,
explaining the deadline the first geocache had
imposed.  "Wanna do it again?"  Her smile was wanton,
telling me that continuing was her desire as well.

I had already been hard again for some time (like,
since a minute after I came the first time), so I
rolled her onto her side so we could kiss, lifted her
leg over my hip, and entered her in a single stroke. 
Her pussy was still soaking wet, and I slid in easily.
 At first, it was mostly about kissing each other,
with the stroking slow and relaxed.  Then, she rolled
onto her back and asked me to really fuck her.

Since we'd not had "normal" sex before, we were free
to do as we liked with no expectations.  I'd never had
a lady's ankles on my shoulders, so I did that right
away.  I found I could get serious depth to my
strokes, and I pumped her several dozen times like
that, forcefully and deep.  "Damn!" she exclaimed when
I suddenly pulled out and slid down to tongue her
gaping hole.  Moving my tongue between her steamy
lips, so wet with her (and my!) juices was fantastic. 
When I slid back up, she gripped my hair so that I
would kiss her with my pussy-tasting mouth.

Seriously, it was like a porn flick, we fucked so long
and with such variety.  She came for the second time
with me flat on my back and her impaled deeply.  Her
fingers found her clit and she brought herself quickly
to the edge and beyond.  Watching her cumming was
amazing!  Then she went down on me to suck her
plentiful juices off my cock.

I finally came for the second time while we were
standing and she was leaning over the window sill. 
Just the kinky idea that someone could see us gave me
the edge to spurt long and hard.  I pressed my body
against her back until I could breath normally.   Then
I whispered in her ear that I was going to go down and
eat her cum-filled pussy.  Her breath caught when I
did, trailing my tongue down her sweaty spine, through
her cheeks and across her acrid back door, and finally
into her oozing valley.

Feeling her shake, I finger fucked her, coating my
fingers with the mess inside her, then frigged her
clit while I lapped at her fountain like the hungry
dog I was.  I was rewarded quickly with her orgasm. 
Better, I was able to watch a big cum-burp form, and
clamped my mouth over it to eat it.  The taste was
pure ambrosia.

We ended our morning with a warm, soapy shower that
erased the evidence of our infidelity.  We didn't want
it to end, but it had to.  We reluctantly left the
room, and she checked out.

We decided we were now uncharacteristically clean. 
Normally, we are nasty and sweaty when we seek
geocaches since it is an outdoor sport.  So, we headed
off to revisit the cache where we met in order to
sweat it up a bit.

But to me, the contents of room 311 was the find of
the day.

--------

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