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Hurricane Creampie Story

  

  

  

Have you ever been in a hurricane? Have you ever drank a hurricane? If not, you can have no idea of the devastation these two forces can impart. The one can flatten your house. The other can flatten YOU!

 

I had only been to New Orleans once before this trip. During that trip, I had pointedly avoided the Hurricane, a potent drink that makes you seem to lose all common sense. I was on a business trip and the idea that clients would see me smashed kept the drink at bay. This trip's entire purpose was to have as much fun as our time and budget would allow. Of course, the best place to do that was on Bourbon Street, and the drink of choice is the Hurricane.

 

My friend Mark and I (who I wrote about in Gang Creampie) had come there for a client meeting. We had asked the client to play golf on Saturday, and had planned to stay Friday and Saturday nights. Of course, we had scheduled things to maximize our free time. When the client informed us on Friday that he wasn't going be able to go out Friday night or play golf on Saturday, the prudent thing would have been to caught the flight home Friday night. What we did instead was plot how to have even more fun.

 

We had booked adjoining rooms at the Saint Louis Hotel, a mere half-block from Bourbon Street. We dumped our stuff in our rooms, and hit the street. Our original plan had been to go to Emeril's place, but without a client it was too pricey and we wanted to conserve all our money for booze. So, we hit one of the ubiquitous hot dog carts and a 16oz beer, then started roaming.

 

It was really too early for lots of fun yet; the streets weren't even closed. So we went into one of the strip joints, beating the cover charge start time by over two hours. The dancers were pretty lame in general, but Mark took a shine to Chrissy, a cute redhead. She took a shine to him too, which initially was interesting (lots of free close-ups) but then became boring when she came off stage and started talking to him. Then they both ignored me.

 

While the cover charge was waived, the drinks were obscenely priced. I told Mark that I would be back before cover started, and went back outside. Then I went too "Razzoo's", where they were having a 2 for one drink special. I asked a really cute coed what I should get, and she said "a Hurricane, definitely". So, I did. I got two, in fact.

 

The first sip popped my eyes wide open. I don't think there is any mixer in a Hurricane, but that the primary ingredient is Everclear. The second sip went down smoother. I already have a lot of hair on my chest, so it didn't put any there: might have stimulated the regrowth of my bald pubes though. Not knowing any better, I drank the rest down in the next minutes.

 

The next hour was increasingly blurry as I got intoxicated. I downed the second and bought two more. I happened to glance at my watch. I had only fifteen minutes to get back to the strip club. I made my way, and was pleased when they told me it was OK to take in my drinks as long as I bought another.

 

Mark was nowhere to be seen when I got in, so I just sat down next to the stage. The dancer immediately noticed that I had two of these drinks and knelt right on the edge. Then she asked if I would let her have a drink. "Not unless I get to see your pussy," I told her. She smiled and gave me the standard bullshit about being arrested. I smiled back and said, "OK, then no drink". That pissed her off, and she spent the rest of the set avoiding me. Just as well, because she was not even my type.

 

The next dancer, Lydia, was seriously my type. If you read my story about meeting a woman at the clubroom, you will know that I have a particular interest in stylish bobbed hair. This dancer had her dark brown hair cut chinlength in front and swooping way up to her occipital bone in the back with a fuzzy shaved nape. Her swingy hair was deliciously yummy! But even more, she had smallish breasts with huge nipples. Double yummy! I instantly became enamoured of her and forgot my "no pussy/no drink" rule. She squatted next to me, asking sweetly in her Cajun drawl for a taste of my drink. "You go right ahead," I smiled in my deep Texan drawl. She took a big drink and then kissed me wetly on the cheek. Ahhh!!

 

As the dance progressed, I became even more impressed with her. After her second drink, not so big this time, she gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. MMMmmm, she tasted sweet. But then she squatted right in front of me and pulled her bikini bottoms up tight in her crotch. As she did, I stared right into her eyes, avoiding her crotch. Then, she surprised me by doing one of my own favorite tricks: she arched her eyebrows. Smiling, I trailed my eyes slowly down her front, noticing how large and hard her nipples were. I got to her crotch and saw that she had fat hanging lips, dangling from the outside of her bikini bottom. I love lips like that, and I told her so. Then I looked her straight in the eyes before crooking my finger. She got on all fours and put her face to mine. I put my mouth against her ear and my hand on the back of her head, getting excited at the feel of the bristled hair on her nape.

 

"You are soooo sexy. You look good enough to eat... what do you say?"

 

"I need to work all night," she said. "I do not think you will wait." I loved the semi-French grammar of Cajun speech, and her soft voice was alluring as hell.

 

"I will come backstage and lick you... you need do nothing for me." I love giving oral sex, and I was willing to bet she'd be properly appreciative.

 

"You are a very naughty man," she said, avoiding the offer. Taking another drink, she stood and began dancing again. It was still early, and I was about the only guy in the bar, but she still avoided me. She didn't even look at me. I kicked myself for being too forward, yet again.

 

But when she came off stage, and had made the rounds thanking the patrons who had stuffed money in her garter (which I hadn't), she came last to my table. She picked up the Hurricane she had been drinking and walked towards the dressing room. She took a few steps, and then turned and asked, "Aren't you coming?" Like a flash, I was on my feet, grabbing my own drink, and following.

 

I had never been in a strip club dressing room, so I didn't quite know what to expect. What I found was a rather cramped area with a clothes rack holding dancer's clothes, a wall of brightly lit mirrors, a counter littered with hair stuff, several dancers talking, and Mark. There was the old rascal, swapping spit with Chrissy. His fingers were inside her bikini bottoms, and I saw the bumps of his knuckles sliding back and forth (or was it in and out?). He didn't even notice I was there.

 

Lydia was still practically naked, but she leaned against the counter and grabbed my shirt collar. She pulled me into a very hot kiss, gripping my hair in the back to be able to smash her lips to mine. I in turn stroked her wonderful neck and plunged my tongue into her mouth. I heard some dancers mutter, "what is this, a brothel?" I didn't care though, because Lydia had gotten my blood absolutely boiling.

 

I pulled back with a loud smacking noise from all the suction we had created. Lydia took the opportunity to finish the Hurricane. I took the opportunity to finger those nipples of hers. She closed her eyes and tipped back her head as I rolled them between finger and thumb. I started to lower my head to them, but she stopped me. "Do you have a hotel nearby?" she hissed. "I do not need to dance for an hour and a half."

 

Thus it happened that we went back to my room, stopping for two more Hurricanes at one of the many street vendors. I couldn't believe she was in my room. She was a fantastically sexy creature, and I told her so. "You think so? You do not think my haircut is too short?" She took her hand, seemingly involuntarily, and stroked her buzzed nape.

 

"It drives me crazy," I said, stopping her protests by kissing her hard. My hands found her neck, then her chest, pulling up the T-shirt she had hastily put on. "YOU drive me crazy," I muttered, unsure how much of my desire was alcohol induced. We hotly kissed as I teased her fat nipples. I pulled her shirt off and attacked her chest with my mouth. She began to moan as I fervently licked and sucked her nipples.

 

I recalled the plush chair in my room, and stopped, leading her to the chair by the hand. Then I went back to the entry table where I had left our drinks, and handed hers to her. "Please relax while I have dinner," I joked.

 

I slipped to my knees, and gripped her short's waistband. I pulled them off, seeing again the bikini bottom which was wet by now. I leaned in, slipping my finger inside the crotch and feeling her nice lips. I rubbed them back and forth, feeling how wet they were. "You like?" I asked her.

 

She was watching me as she sipped her drink. "Oh yes," she encouraged, "but I think I will like your mustache more." I pulled off her panties as she lifted her hips. Then I lifted her knees and put them on the arms of the chair, and never taking my eyes from hers. I saw her mouth open, sexily agape. Her tongue appeared, and I watched as she licked her lips. Was it involuntary?

 

But, as I have said before, I love to eat pussy. I broke the gaze and looked at her wonderful crotch, lewdly wide open, cleanly shaved with a tuft of brown fur above. I plotted my course, how I would please her most. Then, a last look at her eyes, I brought my mouth to her sex.

 

Her fluid was thick, viscous like honey. It was dripping out slowly, teasing me for the heavier flow to come. I moaned, unconsciously, loving the taste and the moment. I spread her large lips, pulling them apart like butterfly wings, and dipped my tongue into her hole. I wriggled my mouth muscle in, opening her more, wanting more juices. Oh God it was wonderful.

 

I took one of her lips between my lips and pulled it out, looking up at her. "I am sorry my lips are so large," she apologized.

 

"I love them," I said, sucking one then the other into my mouth.

 

"They are because I fuck so many men," she said. Well, that was always the rumor I heard. Big hanging lips means an active fucklife. But I suspected heredity was the culprit. No matter, I liked them.

 

"I like that you fuck men," I said, "I am a man, after all." I smiled at her, her juices on my face.

 

"Oh, I want you to fuck me. But you eat me so nice. I don't want to miss any of that." Her soft voice was all breathy, a wonderful turn on.

 

I decided to broach the subject of my hobby, my fervent desire. "I would eat the hell out of you after I fuck you, if that is worth anything." I punctuated it by drilling my tongue in and out. I felt her begin to spasm and shake, my mouth suddenly flooded with her juices. It was a moment that always thrilled me; a woman cumming from my mouth alone. I continued to gently lick her as her orgasm subsided.

 

"MMMmmmm, that was very nice," she purred. "Would you really eat me after you cum in me? No one has ever said they would before."

 

"I love doing it. I love my juices mixing with yours. Yes, I would."

 

"Then," she said, smiling and standing, "takeoff your pants so that I can make you hard with my mouth." I dropped my pants, now soaked with a huge wet spot, and wondered if she would be disappointed to see how hard I already was. "Mmmmmm, nice," she said, pushing me backward onto the bed. Then she crawled on and put me in her mouth... ahhhh, bliss. "Rub my neck. You make it feel good," she said during a pause.

 

I propped myself up on pillows to be able to watched her teasing my cock as I rubbed her neck and nape. Her cheeks went all hollow as she sucked, hard for a while, then gentle. She repeatedly brought me to the edge of orgasm, then backed me off. She was quite talented, and it was sexy to watch her do it.

 

I felt myself quite near again when she stopped and looked at me with her large eyes. "Are you sure you will clean me out? I cannot dance again with your cum in me." Hmmmm, that was a practical matter I hadn't thought of. I looked at the clock.

 

"We have 40 minutes left. I will spend all that time proving it."

 

"OK, lets go," she said. She turned and faced me, mounting my cock with her pussy. I closed my eyes, enjoying the extraordinary feeling of first penetration. Her pussy was hot and wet and urging me to orgasm, but I held on until I felt my pubes covered by her wet lips. I let her do all the work, and she knew how. She lifted off only an inch and settled back down. Then she pulled almost all the way off, tickling my wet dick with her pudgy pussy lips before letting me fill her again. But my favorite was when she kept me deep in and ground her clit against my public bone. I gritted my teeth to hold back, but it was impossible.

 

I began to cum in her, wanting to cum deep in her. But she, afraid of lingering cum I guess, pulled off until I was barely in as soon as she felt me begin to orgasm. I knew even as I came that it would be instantly gooey, and the awareness increased my cumming.

 

"Mmmmm, that felt really good," she smiled as I calmed down.

 

"Oh yeah, it did. Fantastic."

 

"I hope this will be as good for you," she joked as she pulled off. Then she brought her wonderful worn cunt down to my adoring mouth. I think she was surprised, as many creampie "bakers" are, by how eagerly I devoured her. I love the taste of cum mixed with women's juices, and how I have to seek it out. With the shallow depth of my cock in her, this time I was treated to ample globs of creampie. It was wonderful.

 

And Lydia loved it. Her sexy Cajun accent made the "oh yeah"s, "oh oh"s, and "Mmm hmm, right there"s sound exotic. Unlike a lot of women, who are somehow afraid of being opened, she seemed to enjoy it. To urge me deeper, she reached down and stretched her lips apart, opening her hole. I was moaning as much as she was as I jammed my tongue in to capture our fluids. I ran my tongue hard against the forward wall of her pussy as I pulled it out, finishing with a flick-flick on her clit. She loved it, shaking a little every time I did it. She also loved me to put my lips around her hole and suck.

 

True to my word, I felt her cum 35 minutes after I penetrated her, the last bits of goo squeezed out. That gave us a whole 5 minutes to recover, hug, have her lick the obvious juice from my face, get dressed, and leave. We walked through the back doors of the club a good two minutes before her next dance.

 

She asked me to stay in the dressing room while she danced. I noticed Mark was missing again, and wondered if he were back at the hotel. Only a few minutes later, he and Chrissy came back in, both quite red cheeked and looking quite fucked. Chrissy looked displeased, which surprised me. Mark spotted me right away and hurried over.

 

"Chrissy is pissed," he said.

 

"Why? Looks like you guys had fun."

 

"Because the fucking condom broke, and now she is pissed that she's gonna drip cum while she dances. She could lose her job." Ouch! Bad luck, but a situation I could fix.

 

"Dude," I said, "remember that party we went to? I *could* help you out." I smiled, letting him know I was serious and would like it. [NOTE: Look for "Gang Creampie" for that story]

 

"Oh, fuck yeah I remember!" He shook his head, obviously thinking I was nuts. But he went to Chrissy, spoke a minute, then pointed right at me. She looked at him, trying to see if he was serious. Another minute of hushed explanation, and she shrugged before going into the restroom. He came over to me and said, "She doesn't think I am serious, but says that if you want it so bad, go into the toilet with her."

 

"If a dancer named Lydia comes in while I'm in there, hands off!" I told him as I stood. I went to the door and knocked, receiving a "come in" in reply.

 

"I didn't think Mark was serious," she stated.

 

"Pull down your panties and you'll see how serious I am." She pulled them down, and off, revealing yet another shaved pussy, this one completely bald. 'Doesn't want to show she's a bottle-redhead,' I thought. She lifted one high-heeled foot and put it on the toilet seat, then leaned against the wall and thrust out her pussy.

 

I squatted uncomfortably, unwilling to kneel in the skank room. I looked at her still-open pussy, Mark's cum visible as it leaked. I took both hands and used my thumbs to open her up, then licked her deeply. Since she had been pissed, not aroused, the taste was a bit dry and stale. But as my expert and adoring tongue eagerly ate her, she began to wetten. I was soon able to insert two fingers and literally scoop out Mark's cum. But instead of just eating it, I smeared it on her clit and licked it off. "Ohmygod," she moaned, "you eat pussy SOOOOO well..."

 

I smiled up at her, my face gleaming with hers and Mark's juices. "Thanks... I want you to cum on my face. Will you cum on my face?"

 

"Just keep eating me," she said. I used my fingers to fuck her as I sucked her clit. Then I pried her open to suck out the juices. There was practically no cum left, but I wanted her to orgasm as my reward. I rubbed her clit hard and fast, urging her to let loose and cum on my face. In a minute, she was bucking hard, my mouth clamped and sucking on her. She roughly gripped my hair and came all over my face. It was delicious.

 

I stood and kissed her as she recovered her breath, and left her there and walked out. Mark was talking to Lydia. They both looked me with my juice covered face. "You are too much," Mark chuckled. Lydia smiled and kissed me all over my face, tasting Chrissy.

 

Chrissy came out of the restroom then, looking freshly fucked and aglow. "Your friend is most excellent," she said to Mark. "I need to keep him around here." Lydia nodded.

 

"Hey, how long before your shift is done?" Mark asked.

 

"We are done at 3 a.m.," Lydia replied. I looked at my watch, it was barely 9 p.m.

 

"How about you come to our rooms after? I know you make your money doing table dances and I don't want you to go home broke...." Mark was a suave devil.

 

Upshot is, that we agreed to be back at our rooms by 3 and they would meet us. Then Mark and I journeyed back onto Bourbon Street to see what was up. We passed some minor balconies where girls were showing their tits. Mark stated we needed to get some beads to hand out, and I just assumed he meant he wanted to buy them. But he entered one of the places and made his way onto a balcony. Then he earned quite a few strands of beads by flashing his cock. A good looking guy, he was in demand. A few minutes later, armed with beads, we made our way back onto the street.

 

Of course, an hour later we were empty handed. No drinks, no beads. But because of the former, we were more intoxicated than before, and more daring. It seemed like Mark couldn't pass any balcony without whipping out his winkie, gathering the rain of beaded necklaces that fell. As the entire street got looser (it was closed to only pedestrians now), we started getting lewd proposals.

 

At this point, we were basically drunk off our asses. Those hurricanes are too much. And being horny bastards, how long did it take for us to decide to accept a lewd proposal? Not long. By this time, he and I were both dropping our shorts and gathering beads. We made our way back to Razzoo's, and encountered a group of five college girls who had seen us and accused us of being, and I quote, "fucking teases". Quite a turnabout, huh?

 

We defended our honor, and got some 'prove it' and ended up going back to our hotel. Of the five, two of them thought better of it and stayed at the bar. I won't lie and say the other three were hot shit. They were all normal, not stunning and not dogs. The one who was attracted to me, Michelle, was a plumpish girl who I foresaw as being really juicy. The other two, Lee Anne and Mara, were quite smitten with Mark.

 

At the hotel, Mark and I opened our adjoining door. Since I only had one to deal with, it was less complicated to get her to suck my cock. She was humming in horniness, until I asked her if she tasted anything strange. She looked at me and I explained that I had fucked a girl a couple hours earlier and she might taste Lydia on me. To my pleasant surprise, she gave my cock a long lollipop lick and announced that it tasted great.

 

It didn't take long for me to be ready to fuck her. But you know I wanted to eat her first. So I had her go stand in the doorway while I sucked and licked her pussy. She told me what Mark, Lee Anne, and Mara were doing (the girls were taking turns sucking him), and she began to literally drip juice. Her pussy almost opened of its own free will. Sexy (and delicious).

 

It didn't take long before Michelle was on her hands and knees, my cock ramming in and out. Having cum so hard earlier, my stamina was superb. We both watched as Mark maneuvered the girls into getting fucked. It was easier than it could have been, because they could see and hear me and Michelle fucking. Her wetness was making my balls slap wetly as I jammed in, making a nasty noise that added to our moans and heavy breathing.

 

I wondered what Mark would do with both girls, and I soon found out. He laid down and Mara mounted his face as Lee Anne slid him in her. It was amazing to watch his cock moving in and out of her and to hear his moans muffled by Mara. In a few minutes, Mara and Lee Anne switched. It was like orgasm roulette; who would get Mark's load?

 

I felt Michelle beginning to orgasm, her pussy gripping my pumping shaft. I continued fucking her but came myself almost immediately. Since I didn't soften immediately, I continued fucking her for another minute or two, her pussy getting sloppy. Mmmm!

 

"Stay there," I told her. I laid on my back and pushed her knees farther apart as she asked breathlessly what I was going to do. I slid under like a mechanic on a creeper and wrapped my arms around her hips. I lifted my mouth to her dripping, cum-filled pussy. It had seemed open and wet before, but now it was like a flood. It was tremendously satisfying to tongue out the flow of cream. Michelle was going crazy, urging me to 'eat that cum... suck it out... eat it....'

 

At that point, I was startled to hear a knock on my door. We all paused, not sure what to do, but the knocks turned into pounds and calls to "c'mon, open up". Michelle, unwillingly, got off and opened the door as she was. I was still lying on the floor, cum juice all over my face, when the other two girls walked in with two guys. Still drunk, it was hard for me to recall that we had given them our hotel and room numbers so that the three girls felt safer.

 

Now all five girls were in the room, with two other guys too. The new girls appeared shocked at Michelle's appearance, and more shocked at mine. Michelle, as drunk as I was, ignored them and told me to "eat me some more" before sitting on my face. I heard muffled discussions between the new people and Lee Anne and Mara, but ignored them in preference to my task of pussy eating.

 

Finally, Michelle came again and rolled off me. I sat up, stretching and looking around. I was surprised to see that Mara and Lee Anne were in a 69, with Mark slowly fucking Lee Anne, who was on top. The other two couples, in my room, were intermixed as well. One girl was sucking her guy. She was being eaten by the other girl, who in turn was being fucked by the other guy. I swear, it was like watching a porn movie. Mouths and cocks and pussies were everywhere. What was up with this younger generation?!

 

Michelle stood up to join the foursome, but I was getting horny about the threesome. "Mara," I said, "why don't you sit on Lee Anne's face so that Mark can fuck her better." All three thought it sounded good, but struggled to do it. Alcohol was still adversely affecting everyone.

 

Soon though, Mark was fucking Lee Anne harder and was kissing Mara. Climbing on the bed, I began to flick my tongue over Lee Anne's clit and tell her how sexy she looked eating pussy. I used my fingers to fully expose her bud, then gently sucked on it. She began to buck into Mark, cumming like crazy. If you are a guy, you know nothing is more pleasurable than having a young pussy squeezing you hard as it orgasms. Mark thought as much, and he began to shoot into her, still pounding. I saw their froth bubbling up, grinning at the prospect of licking it.

 

I didn't want Mark to know that I was willing to clean cocks--he is a coworker, after all, and that would be awkward--so I waited until he pulled out before I dove in. Mara made several exclamations about watching a guy eating cum like I was. I was pretty hard again, so I rolled over and had Lee Anne sit on my face. Her gash started dripping cum into my mouth as I felt Mara sink onto me. My third orgasm was to be a long time away I knew, as I thoroughly cleaned out Lee Anne.

 

I was somewhat disappointed when Lee Anne pulled abruptly off, but then I learned why. One of the other girls climbed on the bed and asked if I wanted another helping of "fuckjuice". She had her hand over her pussy, I guess to hold the creampie in. She settled down astride my face, allowing the gooey mixture to begin to drip out. It was heavenly, sucking the delightful mixture from her. Her pussy was tighter, so I spent a longer time licking it from her.

 

I felt Mara cumming for the second time while riding me, when the girl lifted off to be replaced by another. Grinning, I told her to hold it. I directed her to lay on the bed and spread her legs, then rolled over and pushed Mara's face into her cunt. I began to fuck Mara hard, wanting to cum. It was incredible to watch this young college girl so willingly eating her friend's creampie. I wondered what she would think when she sobered up.

 

By three a.m., I had cum again and eaten it from Mara. I had also eaten two more creampies, much to my delight. I heard a knock on Mark's door, and remembered only then that we had invited Chrissy and Lydia to our rooms. This time I answered the door. They were there, each holding a big pitcher of Hurricanes.

 

They looked at the well fucked people inside, all sobering up and tired out. I think it was Lydia, sexy goddess that she was, who said "Looks like the party arrived just in time." As I cupped her breasts and kissed her buzzed nape and neck, stiffening yet again, I thought to myself that she was right.

 

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