Eating Creampie

"Oh, I will, but I want some special eating creampie."

"Like what?" I asked, willing to give him any eating creampie he asked.

"Well, your pussy will want time to rest...." he started.

"Yeah...?" I prodded.

"So... roll over?"

I stared at him, realization sinking in. I'd never done that before, not that I wasn't willing. I'd just never had a man who I trusted to go slow enough. I trusted Clem.

Silently, I rolled onto my stomach, not at all sure how this worked. Clem slid a pillow under my hips, so that my big ol' ass was up. He tenderly kissed my cheeks for minutes, until I actually was squirming and wanting more eating creampie. He parted them then, and kissed the insides of my butt crack, licking and kissing until I again wanted more.

Only then did he actually touch my asshole. The first touches were incidental, as he lapped up the length of my crack. Even so, it felt electric! It didn't compare, though, to his direct attention to my anus.

It was all so slow paced and natural. At no time did I feel at all rushed or pushed or anything like that eating creampie. And yet, sooner than later I could tell his entire tongue was sliding in and out of my asshole. I didn't realize it at the time, but two fingers from each of his hands were also sliding in at the same time.

He pulled back, and crawled up next to me. He moved in for a kiss, and I realized I'd be kissing a mouth that only moments before had been covered with butt. I didn't care, because I was so hot I couldn't believe it. I thought the pillow under my hips was soaked and would be a total loss.

"I need you to do somet eating creampie now," he said.

"What's that?" I asked, thinking again that I'd do anything he asked.

"I need you to suck my cock and put on the condom," he said.

My reply was a sharp intake of breath. My pussy and asshole went squirmy with desire and dread.