January 30, 2010
Creampie Partouze, Part 2
What a moment that was – always is – for me…seeing another man’s bare erection first disappear into my creampie wife’s compliant genitals. I know that most men would only submit to such a scene under extreme torture, but for me, and I suspect for more than a few readers of these words, it represents one of the most sublime moments of communion between a man and his wife. And this was no exception, a constant high of love and lust raging through my brain and body as expressed by the diamond-cutter of an erection that I was pressing into my wife’s side.
He only fucked her for a few strokes before he whipped his cock back out, obviously to avoid cumming way too soon. “Why don’t you lie on your back,” he suggested to me, “and Ginger can get over you in a 69.”
This was familiar territory to us all, so no further instructions were necessary. I arranged myself on my back with my head toward the foot of the bed, and my wife got on top of me, facing the head of the bed, and wrapped her hand around my rigid purple penis. Our friend got off the bed, walked around to the foot of it, and got back on. I felt the bed sag behind me, and then movement as he knee-walked into position right behind my head. He kept on shuffling forward, sliding his knees inside Ginger’s legs as I clutched her creampie ass, bringing my mouth up to her aroused clit. Then I felt his thighs envelop the top and sides of my head, and saw his bloated cock appear just above my eyes as his balls grazed my forehead and settled on my nose.
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Leisurely he fisted his cock as I continued to lick and suck on my wife’s clit, vaguely aware of her muffled voice urgently suggesting that he “ram that big cock” into her. Again I felt a slight weight shift as he leaned forward, cock in hand, and slid it along my nose into the wet folds of her creampie pussy. Wildly I craned my neck upward, inserting my tongue alongside his cock in a crazed attempt to reach the depths he was now enjoying, but the failure to feel her uterus on the tip of my tongue in no way diminished the lust that now consumed me. I had my tongue inside my wife’s cunt as this man was fucking it! The realization completely blew my mind, as it does every time…there is nothing, absolutely nothing, I crave in life more than this. Even having my cock alongside his in her pussy is a lesser thrill than this – wonderful though that is.
He started to thrust now, carefully in and out, his cock nudging foreward then back along the length of my straining tongue and his balls swinging back and forth across my forehead and nose. My brain was totally fucked now…wait, why was he pulling out? Oh, ok, he’d overheated his dick and needed to cool it off. I needed to pull my own hair-triggered cock out of my wife’s mouth for a cooling-off minute, myself.
Wow…he shot a rocket of cum onto her ass, and almost before I comprehended what had happened, a stream of body-temperature creampie streamed down her ass cheek and into my gaping mouth. A gift of nectar from the gods, I reasoned as I savoured it on my tongue, more salty than their pie, but still delicious beyond compare.
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