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It was a hushed sound coming from my computer, especially since I had turned down the sound, but it put my senses on edge. The funny little sound of a rattle snake tail alerted me that I had an incoming ICQ message. Unfortunately, I was presumably talking to the colleagues in my office about a BS project. The sound was soft enough to escape their attention, but totally distracted mine. I so wanted to turn and read the message, but didn't.

 

The twenty minutes it took to clear them out seemed like an eternity, but part of me liked the waiting. A patient man, I had learned to love the waiting for pleasure, even as another part of me needed it immediately. This duality in myself was the only thing that had ever convinced me that horoscopes weren't utter crap: I was a perfect Gemini.

 

I lowered my mouse pointer to the system tray and clicked the blinking envelope. I saw that it was a message from a user, "Darren", who had just added me to his contact list an hour ago. It read:

 

Hi! Loved your stories about creampie

eating. Visited your web page and saw

that you are traveling to Chicago. I

am wondering if you are serious about

meeting a couple. If so, my wife and

I might be able to host. Let me know.

 

The cool thing about ICQ is that it can lead you to a wealth of information about someone, if they choose to provide it. I choose to. I had put pictures up, a page of "Frequently Asked Questions" (FAQs), a pointer to the Deja search engine so that visitors could find all the stories I posted, and even the start of another story in progress. It had proven valuable, because I avoided the messages that asked all the same questions all the time. Sure people emailed me still, but they were generally feedback comments or questions and not generic questions.

 

If this guy had been to my page, he knew what I looked like and all about me, and was STILL interested. Interesting.... I replied:

 

I am cumming to Chicago next week and

will stay two nights downtown at the

Hilton on Michigan Ave. If nothing

else, we can have pizza at Giordono's...

I like eating pizza pies almost as much

as eating cream pies! :)

 

OK, so it was cheesy (and yet, not as cheesy as Giordono's pizza :), but it was somehow effective. Ten minutes later, "Darren" replied with:

 

I'll see if I can convince the wife.

If nothing else, pizza sounds good.

Talk to you l8r.

Darren

 

OK, so his name was going to be Darren (sometimes folks you different nicknames to protect their privacy). He was also probably in his early twenties, if that; who else but teens and twenty-somethings think it is "kewl" to use acronyms like "l8r"? Understand that I get about two of these initial contacts a week, and I have learned to read a lot into them. Darren had a 95% chance of never writing to me again. Statistically speaking, I get 95 first contacts for every 5 follow-ups, so I didn't even bother to add him to my contact list.

 

The next morning, I turned on my computer and ICQ as per my usual. Three minutes later came the attention grabbing <rattle>. I clicked the message icon and read:

 

Wife is excited and scared. I gave

her three stories to read and she said

she will think about it.

 

Darren became one of the 5% of people who follow through to the second stage. I wrote him back, being encouraging and to ask him how I could help. He thought she would just have to think about it. Hmmm, he still wasn't material to add to my contact list.

 

Early the next morning, the Friday before I left for Chicago, I got another message. This one was QUITE unusual.

 

Mr. Creampie Eater. My wife is sitting

beside me and wants to chat and see if

you are normal. OK? Her name is Crystal.

 

This was different than anything I'd seen before. But after a minute, I realized it was very effective. First thing, I gave her my real name, which went a long way to making me seem normal. Since no one was in the office, we were able to do a little voice chatting too, but only a little before my colleagues began to arrive. Upshot is that we agreed to meet at Giordono's at 7PM Monday evening.

 

It's a weird thing to contemplate meeting someone you have never seen. Of course, in the business world it is common to do so, but usually you go to someone's office and meet them in their home turf. As I took off my business clothes and put on some sports clothes, I tried to count how many times in business I had met a stranger on neutral turf. Maybe a half dozen in my 20 or so work years. And yet, it was now almost ordinary to do it in meeting people off the Internet.

 

As a "freelance creampie eater," I have found that it comforts some people to observe me without me knowing who they are. Like Darren and Crystal, they go to my web page and see what I look like. They'll come to the meeting place and just watch. I sat in the restaurant, wondering what people look for. Am I a hunchback? Do I pick my nose? The thought made me chuckle a little as I sipped my beer.

 

I was still bemused when I heard "Sorry we're late," and looked around. It was Darren and Crystal, pretending to hurry in. I say pretending, because I am a very observant fellow and had seen them sitting at a table when I arrived and walked past to be seated. In my experience, the arrive early and wait ploy is common, so I make a point to notice who is already there when I arrive.

 

Darren was "Everyman," completely unremarkable. Medium height, medium weight, average features, sandy hair. He could have been a successful thief, because there was nothing about him that anyone would remember. At least he had a firm handshake, which was becoming uncommon.

 

Crystal was "Everywoman," Darren's perfect mate. A little overweight, kinda short, oval faced. Her makeup was faint but tastefully applied. I guessed that she was growing out a bad perm, but that is sadly common too. Her clothes were of the baggy T-shirt and shorts variety.

 

No one observing us would have guessed that we were over-sexed dynamos. We looked so average that it even amused me to talk so candidly about our sex histories while eating a cholesterol-spiking deepdish pizza. To read my stories you would guess that I am trenchcoat-wearing pervert living in the back of an adult movie theatre. By extension, you'd think that anyone meeting me would be the same sort. Fact is, that all three of us were perfectly normal.

 

Darren and Crystal had been married for two years, which I already knew. I didn't know that they had just come back from their second honeymoon, which they had spent in one of those adult-only resorts on the Mexico coast. Their interest in me came from Crystal's witnessing an impromptu gangbang. The horny couple initiating it had stripped the wife nude, laid her on a table, and asked if "anyone wanted a piece". Crystal had watched man after man--Darren included--deposit creamy loads into the woman as her husband kissed her and encouraged her. Curious, Crystal had surreptitiously followed the couple afterward as they walked off the patio, the woman holding in the oozing semen with her hand. When they thought they were out of sight, the woman had plopped in a chair and her husband hand crawled in face-first to clean her out. Crystal had been shocked... and aroused. She watched as both achieved powerful orgasms... the man first!! A seed had been planted (no pun intended).

 

I shifted in my seat, my erection making me uncomfortable. It was easy for me to visualize how much cum the man had eaten that night. I could imagine how excited he had been, watching his wife getting fucked by so many men and then lovingly gorging on her gooey hole. Mmmmm.

 

"Yeah, and?" I prompted. She had brought up the story to make a point, and I wanted to know what that point was.

 

Crystal blushed furiously. "Darren and I have talked about it a lot since then..." she started before being interrupted by our waitress who was bringing another round of brews. I noticed the waitress had been hovering rather more in last few minutes... had she overheard something, uh, juicy? "We've talked," she continued, "and he thinks it would be exciting to watch me get fucked by other men. I'm not sure I like the idea as much as he does." Darren dropped his eyes she when looked at him. "And he is not at all interested in licking me up afterward. However, having my 'creampie', as you call it, being eaten is terribly exciting. That woman I saw loved it more than the fucking she got."

 

Darren picked up their idea. "So, we've made a deal. I get to watch her having her creampie eaten and then she will let me watch as she gets fucked by other guys."

 

I smiled, delighted that I could help. "So... what if you find you like the idea of creampie eating after watching me?" An exhibitionist, I liked the idea of Darren watching me feast on her.

 

Darren, "Dude, I think the idea is sick, so I doubt I'll get into it. But, if it does happen, it will be even better for us. We'll both get what we want."

 

I sat back, looking at them. "So, do you think you'd like to come back to my place and start on your little deal?"

 

Crystal stood up. "Yes." Darren looked up at her in surprise, but sprang to his feet then fished in his pocket to pull out some money. I told him to 'save it for breakfast' and motioned for the waitress. Crystal was walking out already, with Darren following, so I quickly paid the bill and left.

 

We arrived separately at the Hilton, me in a taxi and they in their car. We met by the grand staircase and then took the elevators to my room on the 23rd floor. This time of night, the row of windows in my corner suite displayed a marvelous moonglow over Lake Michigan. It was a stunning introduction to my room and Crystal calmed as she looked out.

 

"It so pretty," she said.

 

"Almost as pretty as you honey," Darren soothed, caressing her shoulders. I tried to ignore the nervous dialog. Both were working themselves up to something they knew they would love but were somehow reluctant to try. I disliked the common newbie exchange of 'you won't think I'm a slut?' and 'you know I won't honey'. I had long ago gotten over my own hesitations, but hearing them again in almost the same words I had used myself brought back the same unsettling feelings. It was always exciting to introduce new people to open sexuality, but in some ways old pros were better.

 

On my ride from the meetings of the day to the hotel earlier, I had bought a bottle of champagne. It was the right time to open it I knew, and I soon was offering them bubbling glasses. I flipped on the TV and flipped to the pay-per-view movie channels. The Hilton has one of those adult movie deals where you pay for 24 hours of viewing, and I had paid for the option earlier. So, in 30 seconds we were all watching a young woman taking a shower in preparation to something even better.

 

Darren and Crystal kissed, every few seconds stopping to watch the progress of the girl in the movie. The girl scrubbed her bush... Darren pulled off Crystal's T-shirt. She rinsed and fingered... Crystal unbuckled Darren's pants and let them dropped. And so on, until Crystal and Darren were naked before me and Crystal was cupping Darren's manhood.

 

One drawback of the Hilton is that the adult movies are only a "very hard R" and not really X-rated. So, we got to see about 5 seconds of real action every minute and the balance was hidden or simulated. It was much more satisfying therefore, to watch Crystal sliding Darren's cock into her mouth than to watch the wet-haired back of the movie starlet's head as it bobbed up and down on her partner.

 

Darren looked like he could blow at any minute from Crystal's enthusiastic cocksucking. I was to learn eventually that Darren perpetually looked on the verge of orgasm, but that he had much more than enough control. At the moment though, I was worried that I'd enjoy a "snowball" -- a spermy kiss where she pushes the semen into my mouth -- than a creampie.

 

At seemingly the last second, Darren asked Crystal to lay on the edge of the bed. She did, instinctively lifting and spreading her legs. I saw her flower open... a delicate looking rose beginning to bloom. Darren knelt and gently tongued between her lips. She spread them with her fingers, asking him if it wouldn't look sexier if she were leaking cum. He gave a half-hearted agreement, then ran his tongue up and down.

 

"Oh, lick me," she moaned. "Lick me!" Darren's response was pretty weak, I saw, and I realized right then that Darren might not even enjoy normal pussy eating. In that case, it was no wonder that he didn't relish the idea of sucking cum out. I looked at Crystal pulling herself open and grew frustrated.

 

"Darren, you have one fucking sexy wife," I said. "I wish I could stick my tongue into that." I came over and knelt right next to him.

 

"She loves to be licked like this. She gets so wet."

 

"I can see that... can I have a taste?" I was being pushy, I knew. I had told them that I would just watch them fuck and eat the creampie. But her pussy was too hot to not be eaten properly.

 

"If its OK with Crystal," Darren hedged. "Honey..."

 

"Oh Gooooddddd yes!" she interrupted. I saw her clit now, growing out its protective hood. Darren shrugged, but crawled out of the way. I moved in, looking at her flowing pussy, dripping wetly. I paused a moment, rubbing the backs of her legs along her hamstrings, gently pushing them back further towards her chest to tip her pussy further up. Her hands stopped pulling open her pussy and began to rub over her clit. Mmmmmm, it was a horny sight.

 

But I love to eat pussy. It is the taste and heat I like. So I flattened my tongue and started below her pussy, very close to her asshole, and licked deeply up and in, finishing with a flip over her clit. She let out a low primal moan, and Darren looked quite surprised. I repeated, again and again and she was moaning almost continuously. Her pussy juice was dripping out like honey from a spoon, and I eagerly ate it all. "Oh my god that feels so gooooddddd", she said.

 

I sat back, excited by her wetness. "Look how wet she is," I told Darren.

 

He inserted a finger into her, and pulled it out dripping with her lube. "I've never seen her so wet before," he said. I did the same thing, but made a great show of cleaning my finger with my tongue. Hesitantly, he did the same. Then, he dipped in again and cleaned it again. Maybe he was learning the joys of female flavor, I thought.

 

But I already knew the joys, so I dove in and immediately buried my tongue as deeply into her as I could. She began to shake, an orgasm beginning. "Put your finger in, feel it," I told Darren. He did, inserting his index finger in as I began to suck and lick her clit. Her hands gripped my hair to grind my face against her pleasure bud, and it was hard to apply proper suction. But she was gasping for air and cumming for the first time that night.

 

"That was amazing," Darren said, unconsciously sucking his finger as Crystal's breathing slowed.

 

"Oh, that was soooo nice," she said. "But I feel like I can cum again. Honey... are you hard still?" Darren smiled and stood up. His young cock was purple with need. "Oh, honey, put it in. Put it in me."

 

Again I was treated to a live sex show, this time as Darren fucked the hell out of Crystal. Her already juicy cunt became frothy as he pumped again and again. I licked my lips, anticipating the delights of this creampie.

 

Darren rapidly got back to the point where it looked like he would be spewing momentarily. His face grew red and the veins on his neck started to pop out. I was sure he would either cum or have a stroke. He did neither, but kept gasping and sweating as he jammed himself into Crystal again and again and again.

 

Crystal must have learned fucking from watching porn flicks, because her technique was perfect for viewing. She lay there on her back, her legs spread extremely wide apart and bent at the knee. I could see everything as I watched, including the juices running out and dripping down onto the bed. Her hands alternately rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples. She had been close to orgasm when Darren inserted himself, and she exploded into an orgasm almost immediately. I thought for sure Darren would cum with her, but he slowed a little until she resumed breathing, then began pumping again.

 

When he finally came, he took me by surprise. There was no build up, no cries of "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," nothing. He just pushed in deep, and held in as Crystal cooed "C'mon baby, it's OK". He held in for maybe twenty seconds, his eyes closed, and then pulled out and pushed back in. As he pulled out, I could actually see his cock throbbing as his sperm shot through. It would be a quart of cream I'd be eating. Yum!

 

Darren didn't so much pull out as fall off. He actually just sat back and then lay down, his limp dick shining. It looked like he passed out! I had to squat over his legs to get to Crystals dripping feast. Crystal began to prop herself up with pillows to watch. "Oh my God," she said, "I can't believe you are actually going to lick me!"

 

I didn't bother to answer, but placed my hands to either side of her pussy and used my thumbs to open her a little more. Darren's screwing had left her open and cum was beginning to flow out. I was opening her mainly for show; as I did, her eyes got very wide. I kept my eyes on her as I took my initial lick. I finished by showing her Darren's cum on my tongue. She threw her head back against the pillows and moaned very loudly.

 

Creampie eating as entertainment is all well and good, but it is quite different than for pleasure. When I eat creampies for my own pleasure, I like to feel wet pussy against my cheeks. I like my nose and mustache buried in her pubic bone. I like my tongue in deep and probing. I like the wet sloppy feel and the smells and feels. All this is not possible when making eye contact with the woman you are eating. So when she broke contact with me, I made no effort to regain it, but instead began seriously loving her gooey cunt.

 

As I scooped out globs with my tongue, I felt Darren stir and move his legs. Gratefully, I knelt and pressed my face in deeper. I sucked at her hole, and was rewarded with a glop like an oyster. Mmmmm, it was delicious. Crystal's frothy pussy was just dripping.

 

In five minutes, her flowing pussy had discharged the shallow cum. "I need you to push they cum out for me," I told her. She stared at my shiny face, covered with her juices and cum stuck to my mustache. "Can you give me more cum to eat? Push it out."

 

  "Oh shit," she panted. "You want more?" She found the idea horny as hell, but she couldn't believe it.

 

"I want it all. Every drop!"

 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhh, watch!" I held her pussy lips apart to watch, and was rewarded by seeing her gaping hole contract.

 

"Oh, yeah," I moaned. I always found the sight horny as hell. I found myself uncomfortably close to orgasm myself. "Keep doing that." I watched as she flexed her love canal several more times. Then, a nice white glob of Darren's cum appeared. "Oh, yeahhhh," I muttered, dipping my mouth in to not only lick it but suck on it.

 

Crystal laid her head back, moaning for me to keep doing that, because she was close to orgasm. She snapped her head back to watch. I sucked at her, moving my mouth over her fat clit. I sucked, then rolled my tongue tip over her clit, then sucked again. I pushed two fingers into her, and she began to cum. It was a treat to feel her throbbing on my fingers, her muscles spasming. This orgasm was longer than the others were, and I like to think it was because of my oral talents.

 

My fingers were slick with the final remains of the creampie, and I licked them off as I turned to see where Darren was. He was sitting in the chair, his cock fully erect again. Ah, youth. "That was incredible," he said. He looked at Crystal, laying sprawled back against the pillows, her hard-nippled chest heaving.

 

"Crystal is fantastic," I told him. "You are lucky to have her."

 

"I know," he said. "She is so hot... it will be great to watch her get fucked in a gangbang."

 

"It would be nicer for her if you would learn to eat her creampie...."

 

He looked like he would be sick, but said, "OK... I'll try it." He got out of the chair and knelt before his nearly unconscious wife. Then he began to resignedly lick her. I didn't have the heart to tell him that it probably all her juices he was eating, and not a real creampie. For a beginner, who hadn't much cared for cunnilingous, this was a start.

 

It was gratifying to watch him lick her without her giving him much feedback at first. But then she began to respond to him, and as she began to rub her pussy up and down against his mouth, he became increasingly eager.

 

I pulled of my clothes, noting how wet and sticky my precum had made my shorts. Yup, I didn't have his youthful dick. I sat in the chair watching, reluctant to touch myself lest I cum. Crystal looked over at me, and smiled.

 

"Ohhhhh, Godddd," she said. "You are doing such a good job honey." He looked up and smiled at her. His face was shiny with her juice. "I love it!" He went back to licking her, more deeply now. "Honey...", she said, lifting his face out once more.

 

"Yeah?" he said.

 

"Our guest hasn't cum yet... how about you let him be the first man you watch me with?" At that, my eyes popped wide open. It was a great idea, I thought, but it wasn't part of our deal.

 

Darren looked over at me, and I shrugged. Then he smiled. "Sure, why not. But..."

 

"'But', what?" Crystal asked.

 

"But... I still want to see you get fucked by a gang of guys." She smiled happily at him, and Darren stood. "Go ahead," he said to me.

 

What a sexy couple, so right for each other, I thought. Instead of taking the standing position to fuck her, I laid on the bed side by side with her. I looked her in the eyes, and began to finger her. "Oh, I need you in me," she said.

 

I scootched up fully on the bed, bringing her with me. Then we rolled onto our sides, facing each other with her leg draped over me. I pushed my cock into her sloppy pussy, listening to her purr in pleasure. I love a nice slow fuck, rocking gently in and out. She seemed to enjoy it a lot as well.

 

She began to kiss my ears, but then whispered very low in my ear, "Do you think Darren will ear your cum from me?" What a tricky little mink!

 

It took a minute to casually change kisses so that my mouth was close to her ear. "I think he will if his cum is in too." It was horny plan, for sure. "I know I would love to if he doesn't."

 

She nodded and whispered in my ear some minutes later, "OK... I like the idea of him eating so much cum". I felt her pussy soaking my cock and nodded. I liked the idea myself.

 

With a laugh, she rolled me onto my back. Sitting still, she motioned to Darren, who was slowly stroking his cock. "Honey, lay over here next to us. I want you to fuck me when I am still super sloppy."

 

Darren sprung like a jackrabbit over and lay next to me. We all laughed as the bed stopped bouncing. Then Crystal showed me she was a very accomplished fucker: she began to milk my cock while humping on and off me.

 

I don't know how Darren restrains himself. Crystal's technique was letter perfect for drawing out my seed. With a gasp and a moan and a groan, my long-delayed orgasm spewed out of me, coating her insides. I felt myself soften in half a minute, her pussy feeling sloppy and wet. She pulled off, and sat astride Darren, and settled his fat purple cock inside.

 

I used my fingers to clean my cock of our combined juices, hoping that Darren would rebel and I would get to eat the huge amount of cream that would be inside her. I pictured her sitting astride my face with gravity pulling the cum out... my cock began to stir.

 

Darren apparently was caught in his gangbang fantasy, feeling her cum- filled pussy enveloping his cock. Their fucking was noisy, her pussy making loud wet suction sounds as they screwed each other. In only a minute, he began to cum. As before, he buried himself deep in her as the squirts of semen filled her.

 

I finally realized the true magnificence of her plan; with her on top, it was easy for her to simply lift off his cock and settle on his face! His eyes went wide as her gooey hole descended on his mouth. I heard her begin to moan loudly, and then he joined in fifteen seconds later. Her encouraging "oh yeah, eat my nasty cunt" made me envious of his enthusiastic tonguing. I sighed and got off the bed to fix myself more champagne.

 

In half an hour, she had already cum and he was hard again. I watched them fuck, she on her back, and his face coated with drying cum. It was growing quite late when he came again; this time he immediately dove to begin sucking his cum out.

 

After that, they felt ready to go. Crystal sucked me off before they left, which got yet another rise out of Darren. They left, thanking me for the good time.

 

I sat to watch the porn channel, bemused at the turn of events. On the one hand, I had cum twice with Crystal. On the other, Darren had cum three times and eaten the biggest loads of the night. But on a third hand (?!), it appeared I had set them up for a lifetime of gangsex and creampies. It was a good night, I concluded.

 

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