Creampie Wife

"How about a kiss for Momma," she whispered as she pressed her open mouth to his.

She reached for his zipper and quickly freed his cock. It was huge, the kid was hung like John Holmes. He was easily 12 inches long and very thick; certainly bigger than anything either my creampie wife or I had ever seen.

As she tried to wrap her hand around the monstrous piece of meat, she glanced over at me and said with a smirk, "Honey, look at the size of this kid's cock."

With that, she lowered her face to his crotch and took the head between her lips. She wrapped both hands around Tommy's cock and began to jack him off into her widely stretched mouth. As I watched Ann slurping away on the boy's huge cock, Jim stood and quickly stripped. He then dropped to the floor between Ann's legs and began kissing his way up to her pussy.

Meanwhile, my creampie wife was trying to choke as much of Tommy's cock down her throat as possible. Her drool stripped down the shaft of his cock and lubricated her hand as she masturbated him into her mouth.

Finally, she released his meat from her mouth and gasped, "Come on honey, fuck my greedy cunt with your big dick!"

Jim got out of the way as Tommy mounted my creampie wife and began slipping his cock into her an inch at a time.

He felt the ripple of her belly muscles as she worked the combined mixture from deep within her and then he froze.

He heard the words "Rich! Jessica! what the fuck are you doing"

Rich's eyes popped open and they traveled up her belly and saw her face framed by her heaving breast but her eyes were wide open too.

The woman on him spoke" Sorry Lynn, I tried to stop him" Rich tilted his head back and there was Lynn, his creampie wife. The Lynn with the longer hair, The Lynn without the deep tan. The Lynn he remembered.

Lynn looked down at him and said "Well, I see you met my twin sister Jessica" and all Rich could do was nod then Jessica spoke.

Lighten up Lynn it was a mistake, the poor man was so hot for you I didn't get a chance to tell him and besides I didn't get pissed when you fucked Christopher. Besides you never told me he would do the clean thing like we both like Christopher for anyway.

His creampie wife looked at her boyfriend, His face like a glazed donut and she looked at her twin sister and the asked... "Well did you leave some for me?" And with that her skirt hit the floor. Then creampie wife added "If he is the Birthday boy we need to make this a special day don't we And maybe tomorrow we can invite Christopher over also. We never had a four way YET"

Today would be a day Rich would never forget

I was hers to command. My body tuned into Sue, and we worked up to an earth shattering, simultaneous orgasm. It must have been the extra stimulation of two beautiful women wanting me to pump copious amounts of my jism into my creampie wife's swollen cunt. "Yes, yes, oh… um… that's so yummy", Helen chanted, petting and caressing my ass as we reached that goal.

In just a moment or two after we stopped, Helen said, "Ok, Sam, move off Sue now and I will show you what a creampie is." I was starting to figure it out.

As Helen began to carefully kiss and lick around Sue's pussy, making sure not to attack her over sensitive clit just yet, Sue began to move her pussy towards Helen's hot breath, opening her legs wider and wider as a heavenly smile of ecstasy filled her countenance. "Oh, my God", She breathed, as Helen's tongue dipped lovingly between her pussy lips, making them open up and reveal the creamy, juicy glistening insides, covered with oozing jism from deep within her.

"Umm, umm", was all I heard from Helen as she loving lapped away at my love offering. I was amazed, and turned on, watching her. My creampie wife? Well, I had never seen her so joyful.

"Oh, yes, please, don't stop… please, don't ever stop eating my fucking cunt". Sue sighed. I had never heard her talk so nasty, and be so certain. Helen spent several minutes, maybe 20 or so, licking my creampie wife and cleaning her well fucked cunt. I was in a trance, sitting there watching. So was my wife.

"Oh, my goodness… I have to get home", Helen exclaimed as she got up and started gathering her things. "Hey, this was wonderful, we'll have to do it again"… she said as she rushed out the door.

I rubbed my crotch as I drove, taking special pleasure as trucks drove by. I didn't have guts yet to expose himself to passing cars – yet. All I could think about was what was to happen in the next few hours. I was in that zone – that zone where sanity is filtered through a gauze of sex – where I knew he wasn't thinking straight, but didn't care – because in the zone, all that mattered was sex – the more perverted, the better – the "anything goes" zone.

I pulled into the parking lot – the neon lights, which were only partly working, read " dult Boo s, Video" , and then "P eview Booths'. It was the "Preview booths" I was headed for. I loved to go in these dark, warm, private booths and watch people on the screen doing the most wonderful things. At first, I liked the beautiful women – the ones with the silicone tits, the perfect everything – but as time went on, I started to like the stranger ones better. I would click through the 60 films, looking for the fat ones – the skinny ones – the ones with no tits – the ones that would do anything! Usually, the ones that would do the most bizarre things would be blondes that looked like they had escaped from prison and spoke German. They intrigued me, because they were amazingly uninhibited, and seemed to revel in their depravity. They had no limits. If only I could connect with one of them someday

I walked in, made a perfunctory cruise around the video's, stopping at the amateur section to see if they had any Jan B., (they never did), and then went into the creampie wife video room. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wad of singles. Now what did she say – 3rd booth from the left, or third from the right. I couldn't remember – shit! I decided to try the third from the right – I walked to it. The red light was on, but the door was ajar. I said fuckit to myself, and pulled the door open. There creampie wife was. She was stripped down to her thong and bra. Her big tits jutted out over the top of the bra – a tattoo of a rose showing over the left tit – her peroxide blonde hair was loose and shoulder length. Her high heels and black stockings complete with a big run up the front completed the story – I'm a creampie wife, I've been a slut, I live for sex. Its all I think about. It directs my every action, my day, my nights – anything else that I think about or do, is just a distraction to my core – sex.