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Creamated
By Vanessa (address withheld)
 
***

A young wife with a hidden cum fetish gets her most 
secret fantasy fulfilled. (couples, swing, intr)

*** 

We'd been married about 6 months or so at that stage 
and my husband had brought me to Perth to meet and hang 
out with this bunch of people who were part of a big 
cabaret-cum-rock group-cum-dance troupe that he used to 
be part of. They were having a reunion of sorts. 

So over the span of a few days I indeed met all the 
guys and we spent quite some time with them, surfing, 
dining, sailing, swimming – you name it. They were a 
real nice bunch and I got on with all of them very 
well. Then, about a day or so before we were due to 
head back to Sydney, they invited us for a BBQ lunch at 
the house of the groups unofficial leader, Kris (who 
used to play with a very famous rock group by the way). 

I gotta tell you, I was already horny by the time we 
got there. About a onth before I had been pretty sick 
with the flu which had dragged on for weeks, and when I 
got over it, my husband got it. We were just making a 
full recovery and all my 'bits and pieces' were waking 
up. And if all that sounds like I'm trying to make an 
excuse, well so be it. 

Anyway, there were a lot of people there, but several 
hours after the lunch was over most of them dispersed 
until it was just the 'original' bunch hanging around 
in Kris' 'soundpit' (A big concrete garage converted 
into a studio/lounge type of room – very cosy). We had 
been drinking this (slightly) alcoholic pineapple fruit 
punch like it was going out of fashion (it was a HOT 
day) singing, talking, dancing and laughing and 
generally having a good time. 

I never noticed that I was the only female there until 
someone put on a porno DVD and another person pointed 
out that they were in mixed company. Laughing, I 
reassured them that it was okay, I didn't mind one bit 
etc etc. The movie in question was really very hardcore 
– with some deeply imaginative title like "Californian 
cum-sluts' or something similar. 

Someone else piped up, saying that perhaps this wasn't 
appropriate, considering the general tome of the film 
and women's general tolerance of this kind of scene 
(some blonde bimbo was getting her face cum-sprayed by 
some dude with a cock the size of an elephant's) That 
was when I said it – not the smartest thing to say in a 
room full of horny guys when you're the only female 
there, but I said it anyway, just blurted it out:

"It's okay with me, I love cum!"


"What did you say?!" several people intoned 
simultaneously.

Vanessa smiled, blushing, "I said, I like cum."

Kris shook his head, "No, what you said was, you 'LOVE' 
cum, with emphasis on the word LOVE!"

"Okay. I LOVE cum. Happy? What's the big deal?"

"Just that none of us have ever heard a woman say 
something like that. Most women are disgusted by this 
kind of scene. Or they feel that they should be."

Vanessa shrugged. "I don't see why. To me, sex is meant 
to be fun. If you get sticky and messy with sex juices 
doing it, all the better. In fact, it turns me on. Like 
eating a mango, you can either eat it nice and tidy 
like, or you can enjoy it. It's the same with cum. And 
it doesn't have to taste that bad either." 

Her husband, Phil was looking at her, stunned, and 
nodded when someone slapped him on the shoulder. "You 
have an amazing woman there, Phil. About time one of 
them accepted that its okay to enjoy sex, and think 
dirty and stuff."

"Yeah, how do you feel about anal sex?" someone piped 
up.

"Hey!" Phil interjected, "That's enough!"

Vanessa laughed and kissed him. "As if you don't want 
to know yourself! It's okay hon, I can handle 'twenty 
questions' if that is what they want to do" He shrugged 
and leaned back. The question was asked again. "I don't 
mind anal sex – when it's done right, and when I'm in 
the mood."

"How about oral sex?" 

"Love it!"

"Girl on girl sex? Eating pussy? Have you? Would you? 
And if you have did you like it?" Vanessa smiled again, 
rolling her eyes deliberately.

"Yeah, I once did it with another girl. Several times 
actually. Back in high school. It was awesome. I love 
eating pussy, LOVE it!" And so the questions continued, 
each one delving deeper, and more personal. 

Meanwhile, the movie continued on, depicting one lewd, 
cum drenched scene after another. Vanessa was growing 
more and more aroused, answering each question boldly 
and in great detail. She was clearly enjoying the 
attention. Then someone asked;

"What about gangbangs? Have you ever felt like fucking 
a whole group of guys?" She fell silent. Even Phil, her 
husband stopped in his tracks. She had been rubbing his 
crotch surreptitiously and now stopped. She looked at 
him, biting her lips nervously. He opened his mouth 
after a continued pregnant pause to answer for her but 
she cut him off.

"Yes" she said demurely, as if confessing some sin. 
"Yes, I've thought about that." She took a deep breath, 
smiled and looked up. "When I was about 16, my Dad once 
brought these four guys home. They were visitors at 
Dad's company – from America. 

I know it sounds clichι but they were these gorgeous 
black dudes. They stayed with us for two days and I 
flirted with them something terrible and they flirted 
back when my Dad wasn't around. One of them even kissed 
me, and they all managed to touch my tits or arse at 
least once when we were in the pool. I loved it. I have 
had lots and lots of fantasies since then imagining all 
four of them fucking me at the same time."

Silence. 

Someone coughed. The tension in the air was incredible. 
Everyone was thinking the same thing. Finally, Kris 
posed another question:

"How about now? If the... em, opportunity arose... 
would you agree to a gangbang?" 

She took a deep breath, or it may have been a deep 
sigh, and looked at Phil. "I'm a married woman now. I 
don't think my husband would go for that."

Kris shook his head, smiling. "You didn't answer my 
question. Besides, Vanessa, I know your husband here 
pretty well and he has frequently said that women 
should allow themselves to shed their sexual 
inhibitions, no matter what they are. I believe his 
exact words used to be, 'fuck like a slut, live like a 
lady' isn't that right Phil?" Phil nodded, almost 
blushing. 

Kris continued, "So my next question is to you Phil old 
mate; IF your pretty wife here asked you to let her 
take part in a gangbang, would you let her, considering 
your desire to meet a woman who isn't afraid to indulge 
their most secret fantasy?" 

Timidly, Phil answered, after a long pause. "I...I 
guess so. But only if she really truly wanted it 
herself, you know, not to satisfy anyone else's fantasy 
or anything."

"Why don't you ask her?" Kris came and knelt down 
besides Phil and his wife, who was still sitting on the 
lounge. He put his hand on her knee. Vanessa made no 
effort to remove it, and neither did Phil.

"Vanessa?" Phil asked, "Do you...um.. know all the 
stuff that happens in a gangbang? He pointed at the TV 
where a beautiful Asian girl was getting pounded front 
and rear, semen already dripping from her face. She 
nodded. "So if I said 'okay' to that... um, I mean... 
would, er... do you... er, want to?"

"Yes!" she said, after a pause in which her shallow, 
ragged breathing was heard by everyone. 

"Yes, what?" said Kris with an evil smile as he slowly 
slid his hand up her leg, under her skirt, and between 
her thighs. She arched her back and gasped softly. It 
was obvious that his hand hadn't stopped at her thighs, 
and that his fingers were creeping under her panties 
and into her vagina. She was being fingered by another 
man, and her husband was sitting right beside her! 
"What do you want, Vanessa?" he asked her, slowly and 
emphatically. He wanted her to spell it out. 

Phil tried to speak but no words came out. 

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered as another gasp 
escaped her lips. 

Kris' arm was visibly moving backwards and forwards as 
he pumped three fingers into her. Wet, slurping noises 
came from between her thighs betraying her advanced 
state of arousal. "ALL OF YOU!" Kris turned to Phil. 
"How about it Phil? Will you let us fuck your wife?"

Phil looked at his wife, whose eyes were closed in 
bliss. When she opened them she looked at him, and her 
eyes almost pleaded with him. 

"You really want this?" she nodded and he continued 
"You want to be fucked like a slut, in every hole of 
your hot little body?" 

"Yes!"

"By every man here?"

"Yes!"

"To be drowned in cum and suck every cock that's shoved 
down your throat?" 

"Yes! Oh fuck yes!!! I want all that!!!

I do! Please!" she was breathing frantically now as 
Kris continued to pump his fingers in and out of her 
tortured pussy "Pleeeeeeasssse1"

"What about..." Phil began, but Kris cut him off. 

"Oh for fuck's sake Phil, if you were gonna say 'no' 
you would've done so by now. She wants it, and so do 
you!" With that, he suddenly dragged Vanessa off the 
lounge and onto the floor. "Let's give her what she 
wants!" he said, and with that he violently ripped and 
tore of her skirt. 

Phil was in shock, but Vanessa writhed her body around 
erotically, thrusting her hips towards her 'assailant'. 
Her blouse was next, Kris ripped it open and roughly 
yanked the shredded remains from her body, followed by 
her bra, and finally, her soaking wet panties. "Oh, how 
sweet is that!" exclaimed Kris as her smooth, shaven 
pussy lay revealed, "That is so beautiful! Don't you 
just LOVE a shaved pussy? Almost a shame to mess it up 
eh?" 

He quickly stood up and removed his pants – he was 
already shirt-less as were most of the other men, 
Having said that, he then aimed his huge erection at 
her swollen lips, and drove forward. Phil watched with 
horrid fascination as another man began to fuck his 
wife – right in front of his face! 

Vanessa, on the other hand, moaned her approval and 
when someone presented her with another cock, right 
next to her face, she immediately took it in her mouth 
and began to suck, so hungrily and greedily that her 
husband could only look on in stunned silence. Kris was 
pumping into her with long, violent strokes, slamming 
his cock deep into her. "Yeah, slut – suck that cock!!" 
he shouted "We're gonna fuck you stupid!" 

He looked at Phil, who was glaring at him in horror for 
talking to his wife that way. "What?" Kris sneered, as 
he continued to pump into her. "That shock you? Does 
she sound like she's complaining? She loves it, trust 
me. Now go and make yourself useful Phil. There's a big 
jar of Vaseline in the bathroom. Get it, we'll all need 
it to fuck your horny bitch of a wife in her arse! GO! 
NOW!"

Phil fled the room, his own erection pointing straight 
ahead of him despite his misgivings, looking back just 
as the first cock erupted in his wife's hungry, slutty, 
beautiful mouth. "Mmmm..." moaned Vanessa, as the hot 
liquid spilled over her tongue and into her mouth and 
over her chin. 

Kris continued to pound her, feeling her climax against 
him. "You really do love that cum don't you, you little 
slut?" 

Vanessa nodded, reaching for another cock, cum frothing 
out of her mouth. 

"Tell us about it. While hubby is out of the room, tell 
us all your filthy little secrets."

Vanessa looked at him uncertainly. He meant what he 
said. "Come on," grunting as he fucked her. "Stop 
acting so 'demure'. You want a chance to be a slut, 
this is it, slut it up girl, don't hold back. Tell me 
your most disgusting secrets!" And then, in a rush she 
told them, about the next door neighbour who first 
fucked her when she was only 16. 

"He had a shed, he asked me to stay and look after some 
things while he went to get some parts. I found his 
stash of porn magazines. He came back early, found me 
fingering myself and so he fucked me – he fucked me up 
the arse because he said I'd get pregnant otherwise. I 
found out later that was bullshit because he'd had a 
vasectomy, but I didn't care. He just wanted to fuck me 
up the arse. He was sooo good at it, it didn't even 
hurt and I liked it." She stopped to moan, and wrap her 
lips around the next cock, then stopped to continue her 
story.

"After he fucked me I went inside to have a shower. I 
felt his cum dripping out of me, There was so much of 
it. I was so horny, I licked it up to taste it and 
before I knew it I was fingering myself again. I didn't 
even hear him come in the house, to check if I was ok. 
But he caught me doing all that and I sucked his cock 
there and then and he came in my mouth and I drank it 
all and I loved it! 

"I've loved cum ever since, I have wiped it out of my 
pussy after sex, I've even sucked it out of a condom 
once. I can't help it, I just love cum, I don't know 
why, I love it, I love it, I love it. I never told any 
of my partners, not even Phil, I was too embarrassed, 
I'm such a cum slut."

Kris shook his head in astonishment. "Wow!" he said. 
"That COME awesome Confession. So what do you want from 
us?" he teased.

She moaned her response, "CUM! Lots and lots of hot 
sticky cum!"

"What? I can't hear you! You're still acting like a 
fucking princess! Is that what you want? Do you wanna 
be a princess or do you want to get fucked?"

"No, I want to be FUCKED!" she replied aggressively. 

"So TELL us, and stop whispering. Believe me this place 
is soundproof."

This time she yelled out louder "FUCK ME!!!" 

But still he taunted her, "Demure is sexy, but not in a 
gang-bang. Come on, slut it up bitch!!" He slammed his 
huge cock into her one last time, and exploded his big 
load into her just as she too came, screaming at the 
top of her lungs, "FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS! FUCK MY CUNT! 
FUCK MY ARSE! FUCK MY MOUTH! FILL IT WITH CUM! FUCKING 
GALLONS OF IT! I WANT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME! FUCK ME 
LIKE A SLUT! DROWN ME IN CUM! FUCK ME! USE ME! POUND 
ME! HAMMER ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEE!!!" 

"That's better," said Kris as he pulled out of her 
already sloppy pussy. 

Phil was standing in the doorway, still stunned, having 
come in just in time to hear his wife's uninhibited 
lust-filled screaming. There was already someone else 
between her legs, pushing his cock into her, while two 
more guys took position by her head, cramming their 
cocks into her eager mouth. Within minutes, they too 
were cumming, pumping huge jets of thick semen into her 
mouth, and splashing crudely over her face. She felt 
the guy inside her cunt climax also, his sperm not only 
filling her pussy, but spilling out to splatter all 
over her naked vulva. 

"Get in there and lube her up Phil," commanded Kris. 
"Almost time to see just how much she does like taking 
it up the arse."

Phil knelt beside his wife and began smearing a thick 
layer of lubricant around and inside her anus, His cock 
was rock hard but he couldn't believe that here he was, 
preparing his beloved girl's arsehole to be fucked by 
another man. Several men. She moaned as he pushed his 
fingers into her, already sucking on another cock. 

No sooner had he finished, and someone was already 
taking position between her legs. More cum was being 
pumped into her mouth and onto her face while Vanessa 
grunted her encouragement. "More..." she moaned, 
purposefully chosing words to incite and fuel not just 
her own lust, but theirs too. "I want more cum..."

She had not stopped climaxing, one orgasm after another 
ripping through her body, as she sucked, and allowed 
herself to be savagely, wonderfully fucked. Soon, a 
third load of cum was delivered to her hungry cunt, 
which was already oozing a steady stream of the same 
creamy liquid, and then a fourth, spewing huge jets of 
thick cum into her overflowing hole. 

When the fourth man withdrew, Kris was suddenly there 
again, his cock hard once more. He grabbed Vanessa by 
the waist and casually flipped her onto her hands and 
knees. There was no doubt what he was planning. 

Phil could not help himself as he craned his neck to 
watch Kris slowly stuff his mammoth cock into his 
wife's willing anus. 

"Oh, holy fuck!" Vanessa screamed, as she suddenly 
became aware of the size of Kris's cock. Her pussy had 
been so hot she had barely noticed that he was 
extremely well endowed. "Thought you'd like that, you 
hot little slut!' He fed more of his cock in and 
Vanessa moaned, half in pain, half in obvious pleasure.

"Do you have to call her that?" Phil asked, annoyed but 
stroking his cock at the same time as he watched his 
wife's tight arsehole being stretched "I don't have to" 
Kris replied with a laugh, "but she seems to enjoy it, 
and so do I." He looked at Phil as he slid the last 
inch in. 

Vanessa gasped, and shook as yet another orgasm hit 
her. 

"Look," Kris explained, "I have been in a few gangbangs 
and let me tell you, it's no place or time for sweet 
nothings. That's between you and her. This is all about 
fucking and sucking, nothing more, nothing less."

As if to prove this point, he suddenly grabbed her 
shoulders and drove as much of himself into her back 
passage as he could before her orgasm could subside. 
Wailing, Vanessa took him, her body shuddering from 
both his ruthless pounding and her continuing orgasm. 

"Oh YES! FUCK MY ARSE!! she screamed, as two more men 
struggled to find a position near her mouth, their 
cocks ready to explode. At last she managed to take 
them in to her mouth. Her anus had grown accustomed to 
the invading rod of flesh, and she was ready for more. 
Kris allowed her to raise herself up enough so that she 
could enable herself to suck the cocks that were 
impatiently thrusting at her mouth. She took them in 
her mouth, one after the other, eagerly licking, 
sucking and fervently stroking the long, rigid shafts. 

She was quite obviously still enjoying the moment, 
revelling in the decadence of it all. Each time someone 
climaxed, she chortled, groaned and moaned in delight 
as the warm semen would hit her tongue, or splash 
thickly onto her face and chest to mingle with the many 
previous loads that were already streaming over her 
torso. She had already swallowed so much, but still 
eagerly ladled up every drop to hit her tongue, sending 
it down her hungry throat, accompanied by a delighted 
'aaaah' as if she were drinking some refreshing nectar. 

Kris watched her settle into a rhythm, alternating 
between the two cocks she held in her hands, flowing 
effortlessly between them, while at the same time 
pushing backwards onto his pumping cock as it pistoned 
in and out of her arse. Damn, she was hot, this one! 
Better than any girl he'd had in any gangbang. She 
loved it and was not afraid to show it. 

"You've got a live one here, Phil. I'd hang on to her 
if I were you!" Phil nodded. So far he had not yet been 
able to get near Vanessa – it seems the other men were 
determined to make him wait till the bitter end. 

"I gotta tell you," moaned Kris as he neared his second 
orgasm, "I thought I'd had the best, but she's proving 
me wrong!" With that, he tilted his head back, grunted 
loudly and let his cock explode deep within her bowels. 

Vanessa felt each spasm, each searing hot spurt as it 
flooded her anal passage. It felt sublime. She felt him 
withdraw, her anus gaping and distended, sucking in air 
until suddenly, she felt the soft, spongy flesh of 
another cock tip, nudging against her opening. Aided by 
Kris' volumous explosion, this one too slid easily into 
her cum-filled rectum. 

Kris slumped back in a chair, sweating profusely. As he 
sat and watched, he went on to tell all those listening 
about a gangbang he'd had while touring with 'the band' 
Apparantly a couple of newlyweds, or at least the 
husband had recognised them in the hotel they were 
sharing and would not leave them alone. 

"We told him to get lost, go spend some time with his 
new wife and that, but he was adamant that he'd party 
on with us – so he could brag on to his mates I 
suppose," Kris explained. "His new wife was not 
impressed at all especially when he started to get 
really drunk. She was there with us in our hotel room, 
so we all thought we may as well do the job properly. 

"We got her husband absolutely plastered, until he 
passed out. When we were sure he was totally out of it, 
we got down to business with his bride. There was only 
six or seven of us that night, but we fucked her 
senseless – it didn't take us long to convince her to 
party and she had a ball. At one stage she was almost 
straddling her unconscious husband, while taking one up 
the arse. 

"It was quite a sight. Husband wakes up next to her the 
next day and never had a clue what his pretty young 
missus had been up to the night before. He thought that 
he'd been the life of the party!" 

He paused, watching Vanessa as she gasped when the two 
cocks she had been 'working' erupted simultaneously, 
delivering a double gush of semen so large that it 
caught her unprepared. Her tongue swirled around 
frantically, scooping up some of it, while the rest 
fanned across her face and dripped from her chin. 
Vanessa barely had time to recover from the last facial 
blasting that was now also pouring over her tits. 

Her arse was also being pumped full again and she 
stopped long enough to savour the feel of hot cum 
splashing against her rectal walls. But her respite was 
shortlived. One of the guys came and laid down on the 
floor in front of her, his throbbing cock in his hand. 
He beckoned to her and she obediently crawled over to 
him, instantly wrapping her lips around his cock, but 
he stopped her. "No. This one's for your pussy, babe. 
Climb on."

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than someone 
behind her said, "And this one's for your arsehole, 
let's go!" Before she could react, the owner of that 
voice, plucked her up and sat her on top of the other 
man, almost directly on top of his cock. It slid 
smoothly into her extremely wet and sloppy pussy. 

"Ever had a sandwich fuck?" the guys asked, and she 
shook her head, realising with a mixture of dread and 
anticipation what was about to happen. There was no 
time to panic. She was now fully impaled on the guy 
below her, and seconds later, felt the other cock nudge 
her arsehole. 

She gasped loudly – dread fading as the second cock 
noisily slid into her overflowing anal passage. No 
pain, only sensation and pleasure unlike any she had 
ever experienced. She came almost immediately as the 
sheer impact of being fucked in both pussy and arsehole 
at the same time hit her mind and body.

"Oh, yes, do it, do it to me hard!!!" she exclaimed. 

The two guys responded and began to stroke into her, 
short, stabbing pumps that sent bolts of pleasure 
through them all and it wasn't long before they too 
began to cum. When they did, Vanessa cried out even 
louder, absolutely delighted in the new sensation as 
both her holes were simultaneously flooded with a 
torrential flow of thick, hot cum. 

"Oh yeah! That was awesome," she whispered 
breathlessly. 

"Glad you like it," said another guy, stroking his cock 
as he approached her, "cause we're about to do it 
again!" And before she knew it, she was impaled on 
another cock again, spearing deep into her gushing cunt 
while another invaded her well-fucked arsehole.

She had no idea how many men had already fucked her, or 
had cum in her mouth, had no idea even how many men 
were there in the room, but in her blissful, depraved 
state, she didn't care. She was cumming again, for the 
millionth time as the two cocks relentlessly pounded 
her, in perfect unison, thrusting noisily in and out of 
her overly sloppy, gushing holes sending semen 
splashing in all directions with each and every stroke. 
She felt something nudging her lips so she opened her 
mouth. Another cock. Now she had one in her mouth as 
well as her pussy and arse. 

Her mind reeled, then spun out of control when she felt 
her hands being lifted and a cock laid against each of 
them. The guy fucking her pussy, was holding her up. He 
smiled at her, "C'mon you can do it. I got ya!" 

She smiled back at him and proceeded to suck, and pump, 
and fuck. Her body couldn't even register the 
sensations. She was in another world, a dream. All she 
could do was moan, and enjoy the ride. How many men? 
She wanted to know, vaguely aware that a few had taken 
her twice – except for Phil. 

Her husband Where was he? Then it happened, the moment 
her subconscious had secretly yearned for. They started 
to cum. All of them, in her mouth, onto her face, in 
her pussy and in her arse. All at the same time. The 
cocks she had been vigourously stroking with both 
hands, each sprayed numerous jets against her cheeks, 
further drenching her already cum splattered face. The 
cock in her mouth pumped surge after surge of sweet 
creamy cum onto her tongue. 

She drank, shuddering in delight while down between her 
legs, both her pussy and her arse were again being 
filled. Overfilled. It seemed to be happening in slow 
motion, and she relished each moment and senstation, 
every spurt, every gush, every drop until at last they 
all collapsed in a heap. The taste, and smell of sex, 
and cum was everywhere. Her head spun.

Someone was moving her onto her back. Phil. He was 
between her legs, his chest heaving, his eyes almost 
glazed over. His cock was so hard and ready to explode 
that it looked purple. He surveyed his wife's utterly 
cum soaked body, streaked and splattered from head to 
toe with endless streaks and puddles of thick, white 
semen. 

"Phil couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he 
suspected his wife might have been somewhat 
unfaithful," someone piped up, as if reading a caption 
on a photograph, and everyone erupted in laughter, even 
Phil and Vanessa. But then the room fell silent, as he 
slowly guided his cock into his wife's beautiful, soggy 
cunt. It slid in noisily, and he began to pump her. 

Vanessa moaned in encouragement, her legs wrapped 
around him. Suddenly he stopped, leaned down and to her 
amazement, and joy, kissed her. He pressed his lips 
against her extremely cum stained mouth, even caressed 
her creamy tongue with his, before raising himself up 
once again. "I love you," he whispered, and Vanessa 
felt as if her breath was stolen away. He leaned back 
and thrust into her for a few moments, then suddenly 
withdrew his cock, reinserting it into her anus. She 
pushed back against him, giving him free reign and he 
pounded her as long as he could. 

Then suddenly, with a loud roar, he was cumming, and 
Vanessa too. His tortured balls erupted inside her 
bowels, then all over her sodden pussy as he withdrew 
and began to move upwards. Each spurt more volumous 
than the last, he splattered her stomach, her breasts, 
her neck, her face, and finally plunged his cock into 
her open, willing mouth where she drained every last 
drop from her husband's throbbing cock. Vanessa lay in 
a daze, her mind still reeling. 

Phil's proclamation of love had reassured her, and now 
she felt free to bask in the afterglow. She was amazed 
that her body was not aching, nor her pussy and anus 
raw, but the only sore part she felt was her jaw, which 
had sucked one cock after another. The taste, feel, and 
smell of semen permeated her entire being. It was in 
her hair, clung to her ears and chin like stalagnites, 
streamed down her neck, over her breasts and down her 
stomach. It literally poured from both her pussy and 
her anus and trickled down over her thighs and 
buttocks. 

She sat up, and was vaguely aware of someone taking a 
picture on their camera, relieved to find that it was 
Phil. Then she saw herself, in the large mirror that 
had hung on a wall and which someone had now removed 
for her benefit. She looked in amazement at the endless 
streams of white fluid trickling down her entire body, 
She let her hands run through the sticky topping, she 
licked it from her fingers, explored her overflowing 
loins, shivering with each new, cum-soaked part of her 
body that her hands reached. Her body trembled. She was 
transfixed with her image. 

Her fingers found her soppy pussy again and shamelessly 
plunged deep inside while her other hand scooped up 
more and more cum from her body to her mouth. She 
smeared it into her skin, into her hair, into her mouth 
and even into her pussy itself. Finally she could stand 
it no longer. She flopped back onto the carpet, her 
legs spread wide apart. "Fuck me" she whispered, "I 
need someone to fuck me" 

Well, I could go on and on about the next hour or so 
but to tell you the truth not that much happened next. 
We went back to our lives and homes and haven't seen 
Kris and the other guys since, despite their warm 
invitation to come over if we're ever down in Perth 
again, and my subsequent reply for them to cum over me 
again the next time we were down. That hasn't happened, 
and won't. There's no need to, and my dark fetish or 
fantasy has been dealt with. Besides, time changes a 
person and its been two years since this happened. 

Since then we've had a child, and motherhood itself can 
make you look at life differently. I recently looked at 
the photo that Phil took of me that day and went into a 
spiral of depression, thinking that he must look at me 
as a real slut and expecting me to be screwing every 
guy I meet. I wrote him this in an email while he was 
interstate on business. 

This is what he wrote back – thought I'd share it with 
you:

"First, I trust you more implicitly than I would any 
other woman. I have seen so many different sides of 
you. I have seen you radiantly beautiful, like when you 
emerged in your wedding dress on our wedding day. I 
have seen you covered in grease and sweat from a hard 
days work in the shed or in the yard. I have seen you 
deliriously happy, like when I bought you your new car, 
and when you landed your new job, and I have seen you 
intensely sad, like when your Nanna died. I have seen 
you give birth and I have seen you embrace motherhood. 
And yes, I have seen you drenched in cum from head to 
foot after a night of living out your darkest desire, 
and I saw you in the heights of passion." What a guy 
eh?

Anyway, that is all. Oh, except for this – guys, if you 
would like your girl to be more enthusiastic about 
gulping down your juice, try drinking juice. Pineapple 
juice etc works a treat, and as the saying goes, you 
are what you eat, so there's food for thought!

Also, if you have any comments on this story, please 
let us know at philandvanessa@yahoo.com.au. Love to 
hear from ya. The pictures in this story come from 
various places on the Net, so are not actually pictures 
of me, although the last couple do bear an uncanny 
resemblance – not to mention how I looked on the night!

Love, Vanessa

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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