
My First Creampie

by LuvsItWet

Copyright© 2009 


The first time I ever went down on the pussy of a girl that had recently been fucked by another man happened not long after I started college. She was a sixteen year old "towny" in the little college town where I was sent to improve my chances of success in life.

Her name was Rene. She was a nice looking little brunette with a wild streak up her back about a foot wide. If you looked up "round heeled" in the dictionary, you'd find her picture.

A newly met freshman buddy and I picked up Rene and her little girlfriend while driving around the town one night. We were looking for girls, naturally. What else do boys in strange towns do at that age? The girls were out walking to nowhere on dimly lit streets, waiting to be picked up by boys, naturally.

Two or three night later, I nailed Rene to the back seat of the old clunker my dad had so thoughtfully provided. Rene was happy, she had landed the college boy she wanted to show off to her friends and family. I was happy, I got a regular piece of ass. Seemed like a fair trade to me.

Rene came from a large family. Lower income, red neck, blue collar. She had three or four younger sisters at home and at least one older brother and two sisters that had already left home. Her mother was a mousey little thing who always seemed to be over worked and under appreciated. When I met Rene, her mother was several months pregnant with the latest of a long line of offspring.

Rene's dad worked at one of the many gas stations in town. In those days that would have been equivelant to flipping burgers in a fast food joint. Low pay and no future. He worked the four to midnight shift except Tuesday and Wednesdays. His days off. When I took Rene home after our frequent dates, he was usually drunk and wanted to talk my ears off. He was a big guy and dominated his family. Me too. I was scared to death of him.

I usually took Rene out on Friday and Saturday nights to the drive-in theater for extended foreplay, then something to eat at the drive-in restaurant, then to our favorite parking place for good sweaty sex. Week nights were just soft drinks then the parking place for a quicky. Then a race back to town so we could beat our school night curfews. Even college kids had curfews in those days.

This was way before the birth control pill so rubbers were the responsible way to prevent unintended consequences. Neither one of us liked them but I certainly did NOT want a shot gun wedding at that point in my young life. I don't think Rene cared one way or the other. Early babies ran in her family.

I reserved my limited supply of Trojans for weekends and tried all kinds of non-penetration methods of getting my little hottie and me off. Rene was a great little cocksucker when I met her and was always eager to strip her panties off and lay back in the seat while I served her with my mouth.

That's how I got my first taste of fresh semen from a used pussy. Without knowing it.

I went to pick Rene up at about seven one Tuesday evening for a soda and then out to the lake for some quick sex. One of her younger sisters answered the door to tell me that Rene wasn't ready yet. I cooled my heels for nearly thirty minutes before a very flushed Rene flounced down the stairs and into the tiny living room with some lame excuse for being late.

I wasn't annoyed. Rene and I had been together long enough that little bumps in the relationship were not a big deal.

As Rene dragged me out the front door, her father also came down the stairs. He had an odd smile as he told us to have a good time but to be sure to be home on time. Rene just harumphed. I didn't give it a thought at the time.

Rene wanted to skip the stop for refreshments that night and just go straight out to the lake. OK by me. I had a couple days of pressure built up in my balls and was ready to get down and nasty as soon as that old clunker would get us there.

I hadn't even parked yet when Rene raised up from the old bench seat and skinned her panties down and off. It was just getting dark. She left her tight wool skirt up around her waist as she turned and put her back up against the passenger door.

As I turned off the ignition, she was putting her underwear in her purse for later. One of her legs went up on the back of the seat, the other stretched over onto the dash. No doubt in my mind what this horny little girl wanted. And wanted right damn now.

I took the hint. I didn't even open my pants. Just slid the seat back and turned up on my knees. Putting my hands on the inside of her flawless thighs, I dived tongue first into a freshly fucked cunt for the first time.

Now, I had been eating Rene's hairy little pussy for about two months by that time. Probably twice a week on the average. So I had a pretty good idea of what it smelled and tasted like. It just wasn't the same that night for some reason.

Rene didn't taste or smell like real male cum. I'd tasted my own ejaculate out of curiosity as a jerking-off teenager and she didn't taste anything like that. She was humid that night but Rene always was at least a little wet when we got to the point in our sex play for me to have my face in her crotch. She may have been more wet than usual but it was dark and I was feeling with my lips.

It was the odor that was memorable. Rene smelled of the shore at low tide. After the sea weeds and barnacles and other salt water creatures have died and dried and putrified a bit. She smelled similar to my foreskin if I've not showered in a couple of days. She smelled of a slipping fan belt. Not fishy but fishlike. Altogether, strong but not off-putting.

By the time I had my mouth up to her wet little opening, I really kind of liked the smell. I immediately liked this strange new taste. Loved it, in fact. This was a cunt with personality, life. Not Ivory soap, "My Sin", or clean underwear that had dried on the line. This was a cunt that you could sink your teeth into. A cunt that you could roll over in like a dog with a dead mouse. One that would give you a hard on hours later when you smelled your fingers or days later when you did your laundry.

Rene was very responsive that night. She held my head in both hands and humped strongly up to my mouth for the few minutes it took for her to reach her moaning climax. My lips were slightly bruised and my lower face was covered in her wetness. If oral sex was always this good, I was going to save a lot of money at the drugstore that got all my condom business.

It wasn't until several years later, when I ate my first wife's pussy an hour or so after I knew she had been fucked by a friend of ours, that I again experienced that faintly familiar smell and taste. Vague memories of that night in the front seat of my old Ford coupe flooded back and I knew for certain that Rene had just been fucked by her father.

The End

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