Creampie Eating

This creampie eating took place in the summer of 1982 in the Seattle area. Warm weather is short-lived around here and when it occurs, the skin comes out and the imagination removes the remaining clothing.

I was quite attracted to a woman I met in the course of my employment. She was a BBW that had a very cute face and was very shy. That shyness was appealing. We had encountered each other on several occasions previously, so she was not a total stranger.

I suggested that if she wanted to get together for a tryst, that it was completely up to her and to dress in some special clothing and meet me at a specific time and place. If she chose not to get together, that would be fine, stay home and relax!

When I drove past the spot where she was told to be, there she stood in the short shorts and white kneehighs that I asked her to wear. She looked sexy in that clothing, and mentally I disrobed her, imagining what we would be doing in a little while. Her thighs were firm when she walked. I like sturdy, abundant women. (Well, OK, I admit I'm a slut and like most women, but this girl physically attracted me more than most, at least enough to develop the confidence to pursue her.)

I took her to my place and offered refreshments. She accepted a soda and we chatted about mundane things to make her more comfortable. I asked if she wanted to have creampie eating and if she did, feel free to take her clothing off and we'd get started. She apparently wanted creampie eating because without much hesitation she took off her tank top, bra, shorts, and underpants revealing lots of gorgeous smooth skin, DD breasts and a hairy pussy.

I disrobed and lay next to her, my cock throbbing at full throttle. She had left the kneehighs on. (If you want to see me erect, ladies, dress up only in kneehighs and sneakers.)

I suckled each breast, rubbing her belly and her thighs, especially the inside of them. Foreplay was short. She was well lubricated when I put my hand between the lips of her pussy, and since I was so horny I felt that it would be easier and more pleasurable to have intercourse than do much more foreplay -- all that would do is make me hornier than I already was. I can hold back having intercourse easier because one can be distracted by physical activity.

I did not have any condoms, so I mounted her bareback. We had not discussed birth control. I didn't care creampie eating happened.

She had two really quick orgasms which were quietly enjoyed. The only way I could tell was that her vagina got really tight, her back arched ever-so-subtly, her breathing got deeper, and her face turned crimson.

After a few short minutes (they always go by too fast) I shot a pretty big load of semen in her vagina. The look of panic on her face was in stark contrast to the pleasant look she had when we were fucking like rabbits and she was experiencing orgasms. Apparently she was not on birth control and she had just had sex with a man who came inside her. Deep. And lots of creampie eating.

I took her home after giving her a washcloth to clean up. She did not want to go out to eat or stop for more refreshments, she simply wanted to go home.

What I had not told her was that I had had a vasectomy in 1981. Actually, I do care about birth control and believe that men should take responsibility for it, as well. I did my part! But at the same time, the risk of pregnancy can heighten the sexual experience, so I chose to let her have that heightened concern.