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Creampie Swingers

  

  

  

He was just as his emails had said: 36, professional, warm, lusty. However, he had a habit of underestimating his attractiveness. Or maybe it was that the longer I talked with him, the more attractive he seemed. In any case, our first meeting was great. Lunch at a Taco Cabana. We both resisted breaking our promises to go back to my place, and for my part it was hard. He had these really sexy eyes that made up for ANYTHING time had taken away from him. He seemed to absorb me, capture me. It was thrilling.

 

Our next meeting was breakfast, at my place. Exxon didn't expect to see me until 9am, and I lived only minutes away from work. He usually got to work at 6:30, but instead he came to my apartment. I had gotten up an hour earlier, and had spent almost an hour in the shower, fighting nerves. And shaving. He had told me he liked shaved pussies, and it excited me to prepare for him. I almost made myself cum rinsing my newly shaved pussy.

 

He arrived while I was toweling my hair. He was wearing a very normal business casual outfit; dockers, sport shirt, Nunn Bush boat shoes, no socks. This he took off as I stood there in my fleecy robe, continuing to towel my long hair. He seemed to smile a little as he disrobed, and when he was naked I saw why: he was not truly naked. He was wearing a condom, and the tip seemed to be full of precum already.

 

He came to me, and kissed me. I love being kissed, my kisses taken from me. My wet pussy flooded, eager to have that pretty cock in me. Especially knowing what was in store afterwards.

 

Still kissing me, he opened my robe to reveal my body. He stepped back, holding it open as he gazed at me. His eyes locked on my bald pussy, and he smiled that knowing little smile. His eyes traveled up, seeming to cause my skin to tingle where he looked. His eyes, greenish-brown and commanding, locked on mine. I felt my nipples stiffen... damn I wanted him.

 

He stepped back and put his hand directly on my pussy while kissing me again. His fingers explored my sex, finding all my hot spots. His middle finger slipped into my valley, getting wet with my juices. Then, he slid his wet finger around and around my clit. He sent sparks through me, and I moaned into his mouth. This time, three fingers slid into my valley, getting soaked and spreading my lips. The stretching felt so good. MMmmmmm.

 

"I love your bald pussy," Clem said. "Can I eat you?" This, while his fingers were bringing me so close to orgasm, mind you.

 

What could I say? "YES...." I hissed. He picked me up, and carried me bride style into the bathroom, and set me on the vanity.

 

He handed me my hairbrush. "Maybe you should get ready for work as I have breakfast." I would have laughed, but that I was finding it hard to breathe. He lifted my legs, and put my feet on the vanity besides me. My pussy gaped open, and he knelt and put his face into me. Looking down, it was hard to see how he could have gotten any closer without being inside me. I shook, excited to have found a man who loved pussy eating as much as he did.

 

I actually did try to brush my hair before it got dried a mess. I had to stop and pant and moan from time to time as I felt a jolt of sexual electricity travel out from my clit. Finally, I decided to just fluff it and clip it up, because I couldn't wait to orgasm any more. I may have been disheveled at the office, but the orgasm I had was far better. He held me open, my pussy clamping so pleasurably on his fingers and his tongue bathing my clit as I came hard. Really hard.

 

My hole was flowing so wetly, when he stood and shoved his cock into me. I gasped, the feeling of fullness sending waves of pleasure through me. He kissed me, his mouth flavored of my juice. I put my legs around him, drawing him in closer as I searched his mouth for my taste. His fingers, so recently in me, found their way to my mouth too. It was so exciting to be this nasty, a pussy taster.

 

But I wanted to be nastier still.

 

"Cum in me, cum in me," I moaned, wanting that desperately.

 

He decided to play a game. "If I do, will you suck my dirty cock?"

 

We locked eyes. Unflinching, I answered, "Yeah, I will suck all that cum off your cock. Will you eat my cum-filled cunt?" It was strangely erotic to use such a dirty word, one I had read for years but very rarely used. 'Cunt' is a bad-girl word.

 

"MMMMMmmmmmm, I can think of nothing better," he said. We teased each other for a minute more, and then he pushed himself in so far I gasped. He came, his face a mask of ecstasy released. I caressed his chest as he spasmed over and over, filling me ever fuller with his gooey cum.

 

His cock shriveling, he picked me off the vanity and let me lay on top of him. I rolled around to face his cock, and took him in my mouth. I felt his mouth begin to suck his seed from me, a very nasty thing, but I began to moan from the mindfuck of sucking his dirty cock. His cock smelled and tasted of me, a wet pussy filled with cum. I ate him voraciously, feeling my own excitement building.

 

We were both moaning in lust.

 

When he was partially erect again, Clem rolled us over, so that he could fuck my mouth. He also wanted to be able to scoop out his cum and feed it to me. It was so sexy to be with someone who understood my desire to eat cum. And who was willing to share it so openly with me. He held me open to lick and suck his cum out, all the while slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I trembled, feeling my own orgasm building. I came, his mouth drawing my orgasm from me, but my pleasure was muffled by his cock moving ever deeper into my throat. He came almost instantly, squirting stickiness into my mouth and throat.

 

He spun then, to start french kissing me. I had just time to see his mustached coated with thick creampie before we were moaning and sharing his fresh cum. Then, he rolled off me, and onto his back.

 

It was quiet in my apartment, and then he started chuckling. "You are quite a woman," he said, looking at me. His face was still shiny with our juices. "Would you mind if we showered again?" I didn't and he surprised me by washing my hair (and other parts). I felt like he was a lover, and not just a sex partner.

 

I even made it to work on time that day.

 

The third time we met was to go to a local swinger's club. You see, I didn't like the idea of meeting people for sex alone. And no matter how sexy and open he was, the Houston clubs don't encourage unattached men to come. We had met in order to be swing partners.

 

He came to my apartment early, to advise me on what to wear and to put on, as he put it, "pussy cologne". He helped calm my nerves by licking me to a mini-orgasm. I was nervous and didn't relax enough to really cum. What I really wanted was that cock of his spraying my insides, but he politely warded me off, telling me he wanted to save a big load for later. Then we decided on the clothes I was to wear: hot pink dress (a little above the knee), no panties (wicked girl!) but black thigh-high hose to give a respectable illusion, nice black heels, lacey black bra. Not what I would have picked, but Clem seemed quite excited. Making men horny was my goal, and Clem was my measuring stick, so I felt like I was hitting my target. I put hot rollers in to make my hair bouncy and sexy, and watched Clem's eyes pop at the result. I felt very sexy, which was the point.

 

We went to the club, Clem rebuffing my attempts to suck him in the car. I was very nervous when we arrived, but was more assured when Clem kissed me before I put on my red lipstick. Funny how his kisses both excited and calmed me.

 

We walked in, feeling the stares of the regulars on us: fresh meat. We sat at a back table, and when the waitress deigned to come over, we ordered something slushy. We sat for a fifteen minutes, then Clem asked me to dance. We went to the empty floor and danced to a sultry tune (Sade's "Smooth Operator", MMmmmmm). Then we sat and waited a bit, then danced again.

 

By midnight, the place was a little more active. We weren't alone on the dance floor anymore, and I swear I felt some ass squeezes from guys (and girls!). I went to the restroom, and was startled to see two girls in there kissing hotly, their tongues showing. I peed and fixed my lipstick, peeking at the women out of the corner of my eye. It was hot.

 

Clem went to the bathroom, and came back excited. He indicated a couple, who were from out of town, who wanted to have us join their booth. I looked at them, noting that they seemed nice enough. Angie seemed hispanic, with short dark hair. Tom looked like a Texas redneck, the always happy simple type. I picked up my drink and led the way to their booth. We sat down in the U-shaped booth, Clem on one end next to Angie, then me, and finally Tom on the other end.

 

We talked for a bit, and then I felt Tom casually put his hand on my thigh under the table. We all exchanged glances, and Angie put her hand on my other thigh. Excited, I put my hand on theirs, and slid the one on Tom up to his crotch. Everyone seemed distracted as we felt each other up. The conversation lagged a bit.

 

Then Tom leaned over and kissed me. Mmmm, I opened my mouth and kissed him hard. His tongue was far more forceful than Clem's, which was exciting in its own way. Between breaths, I looked to see that Clem was kissing the fuck out of Angie. Her face was totally flushed, and I slid my hand daringly between her legs. She wasn't wearing panties either. For the first time in my life, I felt another pussy. I also felt Clem's fingers, and he looked at me, smiling as he saw I was touching Angie.

 

Angie leaned back, enjoying the touching. Then she opened her eyes and turned to me. My heart was pounding already, excited by my first lesbian touch. But then it nearly exploded when she leaned to me and kissed me. I had to will myself to open my mouth... I was so dreadfully excited. Her hand was on my cheek, caressing my face, smelling of perfume as she took my fears and tore them in pieces. I moaned involuntarily, settling back in the booth and letting her press her body against me.

 

She turned fully, straddling my leg and pushing her chest to mine. It was like a dream. A girl was kissing me. Kissing me and her wet pussy was soaking my leg! Her hand slid down, lifting my hem up so that she could finger me. How sexy was this?! To have her fucking my leg, fingering my soaking hole, and kissing me... all in public view.

 

"Our room is just down the street," Tom whispered to me and Clem. "Want to come?"

 

I was too busy moaning to react, so Clem OK'd the whole thing. Reluctantly, Angie unwrapped herself from me. Giggling like fools, we left the bar. As we followed them to their motel, I noted that Angie's head had disappeared into Tom's lap. Mmmmm.

 

As soon as we were in their room, clothes flew off. Angie helped me undress, actually hampering me by rubbing my body with her hands. I returned the favor, noting her pussy was closely cropped. Her nipples were large and hard. She kissed me again, and we kissed until the guys separated. I went with Tom and Angie with Clem.

 

Tom's cock was larger than Clem's, both fatter and longer. It looked gorgeous. He laid on the bed, letting me begin to suck him. His cock was hot and hard, the way I liked it. I bobbed up and down, sucking on him, wanting him to be ready to fuck me. What was he waiting for?

 

I saw that Angie and Clem were in a nice 69. Of course, Clem couldn't pass a pussy without eating it, and Angie seemed intensely oral as well. I positioned myself so that I could watch them go at it, Angie making loud smacking noises as she milked his cock with her mouth. Clem was likewise making loud sucking noises, and occasionally spanked her pussy lightly, which made her stop and moan loudly.

 

I decided to take the bull by the horns and mount Tom. I knelt astride him and slid on, feeling his wonderful cock stretching me open. I gasped, jolts sparking through me. It was heavenly. Judging by his face, Tom thought so too.

 

Soon after, Angie rolled onto her back, 69 wise from Tom. Clem pushed in, and began to fuck her wetly, his balls slapping her ass. (He has nice fat balls that feel great smacking into you.) He pinioned her down, then lowered his face to suck and lick her nipples. She in turn began to hump her hips at him. It made me smile, thinking of Clem and my arrangement.

 

I wanted Clem to cum, and soon. Our emails had originally centered on my desire to suck cum from another woman's pussy. I wanted to enjoy that nasty lesbian experience, but needed another woman. I was thrilled to think of my face covered with her juices, my mouth filled with the tangy creampie. And tonite I would do it. Eat my first pussy, and a cumfilled one at that!

 

The nasty thought brought me to the edge of orgasm quickly. I stayed still, Tom's cock filling me, and rubbed my clit. When he began to jam hard in and out, I came on his cock. I saw stars shooting, and fell onto his chest. He asked if I wanted him to stop, and I told him to keep going until I said stop.

 

Clem, meanwhile, looked very ready to cum. His love of creampies makes it less useful to have lasting power. He faster he cums, the faster he can eat the cum out, and the faster he can get hard again. And so I wasn't surprised to see him gasping and jamming in, shaking as he came inside Angie. He pulled out, then, revealing a thin trail of sticky cum being dragged out with his cock. Is what I that what I look like, I wondered.

 

"Roll me over," I told Tom. He did, and I lay next to Angie's pussy. Clem gently urged her to sit on my face, and with a very wicked smile, she struggled up and astride my mouth.

 

For the first time in my life, I was face-to-face with a pussy. A gooey freshly fucked pussy at that. Fascinated, I watched as Clem's cum began to ooze out. Then I reached up and pulled down on her hips, bringing her pussy and my mouth into contact. It was far better than I ever imagined. Angie's pussy was exceedingly wet, dripping her pungent juices. Added to that was the cum leaking out.

 

I moaned, and felt my orgasm begin again. This was a faster one, but it was a total mindfuck to eat a stranger's gooey pussy while having her husband stuffing me with his big cock. Someone, Clem I assume, began to lick and suck at my clit. With a mouthload of cum in my mouth, fresh from Angie, I came again, the hardest yet.

 

Tom couldn't control himself this time. He pushed through two hard contractions, but then buried himself and gave me shot after shot of cum. I swear I could feel him splashing against my cervix with his streams of spunk. Finally he withdrew, and fell to the floor.

 

Then Clem sprang into action. His face was again nearly inside me, sucking and licking Tom's cum from me. Angie apparently thought it exceedingly nasty to see an eager man sucking another's cum from me, because she began to convulse and came on my face. I was amazed at how the cum was pushed out as her canal contracted. I gulped several times to keep up with the thick flow. Then, I tenderly licked her pussy clean.

 

Angie rolled off, and Clem ate me to another orgasm. By night's end, I must have come seven times, and my muscles ached the good ache. My last one was while I sucked Clem... as he cleaned off Tom's cock, which had just cum in Angie. I had never seen a man suck another man, and was amazed that Clem did it. What a fantastically horny night.

 

We all agreed to meet again. But for now, I was glad to have met Clem, and thereby be introduced the fantastic world of creampie eating.

 

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