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 CreamPie Wannabe (c) 2002 Ritalin Underdose All Rights Reserved

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  If you may not, should not, or do not
want to read this, then please do not.  Continue at your own risk.

   Preamble.

   I'm not a professional writer.  If you've read my other stories, you
probably already know that!  ;)

   Some are about actual experiences and people, and some are purely made
up.  Mainly I have these (to me) fanstastically erotic ideas and have no
idea how to put them on paper.  Perhaps you know what I mean.  Somehow, my
writing becomes a description of what I did, said, heard, smelled, etc.,
rather than a literary exposition of dozens of pages.  I hope you enjoy
this.  Let me know!

   Some of the other writers here have some terrific ideas and a better
ability to express themselves.  One of them is CreamPie Eater.  Another is
Couture.  I'm a great fan of The Smell of Sex and Harriet Potter.

   In Real Life, I've been nervously contemplating going down on my wife
after having sex with her.  Ala Mr.  CreamPie.  I've not done so for two
reasons.  One, its a little extreme even for me, and two, I really don't
how how SHE will react.  This story is my fantasy about how this might come
to pass.



   With a final thrust, I buried my cock as deeply as I could, pushing my
groin hard against her shaved pussy.  Deep inside her, my cock began to
pulse.  I now held very still, feeling my cum flow into her.  She clutched
me, holding me tight and accepting my gift.  A look of bliss came over her
face, and her pussy began to spasm on my cock.  As the moment began to
pass, we slowly relaxed.  I rested my head upon her, and slowly shrank out
of her.

   Butterflies began to flutter about in my stomach.  The moment of truth
was on me.  Could I do it?  What would she think when I did?  If I did?  A
thousand thoughts flew through my head, and finally I told myself to knock
it off.

   As my cock slipped out of her with a pop, I slowly began to back myself
down her body.  She looked at me, puzzled, because this was my prelude to
going down on her.  I kissed her neck, and moved down to her full breasts.
Her nipples were still erect, and I sucked each one into my mouth.

   Her bellybutton was next.  My tongue found its way inside, and I briefly
massaged be delicious stomach with my tongue and my hands.

   Her pussy.

   Let me describe it.

   She is completely shaven, because she knows I like that.  Her hooded
clit was fully protruding right now, just above the furrow of her pussy. 
She has an "innie", and the lips live inside a slight valley.

   At the botton, the lips come together, and after a short, very sensitive
piece of skin, her anus.

   The entire area was very wet, both her juices and mine, and red from
fucking.

   As I watched, a few inches away, a glob of cum slipped from her pussy.
Like a robot, I moved closer, and touched it with my tongue.

   Another moment passed...  I moved closer and kissed her clit, then moved
my tongue below the glistening cum and sucked it into my mouth.

   The moment of no return.

   I felt hands on my head - I thought I was being pushed away, but her
hands guided me close to her pussy again, and I knew it would be allright.

   I kissed her clit again and pushed my tongue deep into her pussy.  I
pursed my lips together and began to suck, gently, coaxing the cum from
deep inside her, out into my mouth.  Finally, the flow slowed, and I moved
back up to my wife's smiling face, and kissed her.  Her tongue danced with
mine, passing the small amount of cum I hadn't swallowed back and forth.

   The passion faded, and we lay there, cuddling each other gently.

   "Well, that was different," she said.

   END

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