First cream pie-what’s it like?

I saw one of my past girlfriends Greta the other day and said that I was contributing to this blog. She’s now owned by another dom and her husband is trained as a ‘licky boy’. I asked whether she and Mark her husband would recollect with me the first time that he ate cream pie from her sex, after she and I had made out bareback. I wanted something honest, sexy for sure, but not sensationalist. There are very serious people who contribute to the blog and the idea was to help others understand what this might be like. For those who had engaged in it already, then our account is a comparison experience. We thought back to that first time, there is always a first time. It wasn’t conventional, we weren’t at home and there hadn’t been a big build up to this event. Instead we had gone clubbing, Greta wearing a tiny skirt and just a thong beneath. Mark was along at my instruction because I liked the way Greta danced with me in front of him. It was late and I knew the head bar man at the club, so we were able to slip through to the back corridor, where there were some spare couch seats. Alfresco sex was always part of Greta and my scene, so I leaned her against the furniture and fucked her whilst Mark watched. It was greedy and urgent sex, not long but rugged and I squirted my load. Greta orgasmed hard as she tended to do if Mark was watching.

Greta’s view
I thought that was it when you pulled out-I remember we were both breathless. My heart was racing, we were hyped up as we so often were. Then you growled to Mark, ‘lick her cunt’. It was such a direct, a dirty instruction and all the more so because you know I hate the C word. I was shocked because we hadn’t talked so much about preparing Mark for this. He was ‘in waiting’. I knew he wanted to kiss me down there, but until then I had always insisted on showering before he tongued me. This though was the dirty act full on. Part of me wanted to slap your face for being so macho about it, dismissing my husband’s feelings and telling him to do it. Part of me wanted to kiss you though, its that contrast, male authority with me, alongside whimsical male, ‘would you like to darling’ that always excited me. Mark wanted it though, he dropped to his knees on that dusty floor, and looked up at me. How terrible, how low of him to look so eager. I remember whispering, ‘you disgust me’ but pulling the crotch of my thong to one side so he could see all of my exercised sex. He inhaled…I remember that and then there were the first full laps of his tongue, up my wet crease and on to my swollen clitty.

Now when Daniel makes Mark lick me out I am practised and cool about it all. Its the norm rather than the exception. But it wasn’t back then. A woman’s sex is sensitized by very vigorous sex and my pussy was almost too exquisitely aroused to touch. I remember jerking back as he licked and seeing how crestfallen he was when I did that. His eyes pleaded, to be allowed to continue and so I pushed my pubes against his mouth again. I could feel my sex glide against his tongue, lubricated by my juices and the spunk you shot. Now he pressed his tongue hard against me, he lapped greedily and it was delicious. ‘You dirty, dirty, man’ I thought, and the very act of cleaning up played over and over in my head. I was using Mark, wiping our cum on his face. The way you smiled then did me in, and I grabbed Mark’s hair, thrusting my sex up and down against his mouth, up across his nose and down to his chin so he was well and truly smeared. ‘So perfect’ I remember you said that and I performed to the taunt. I pulled Mark’s face hard against my sex and ground my lips against him. I remembered how that startled him. It was such a shock too, because I felt myself working up to another climax. I was going to come on Mark’s face and I wondered what on earth that would do. Would it splash out everywhere!

I was so clumsy wasn’t I. Poor Mark he nearly asphyxiated. As I orgasmed I glued his face against my sex, pushing my hips against him. My skirt was up and I was thumping and gyrating against the poor man. He was just a sex toy, something to be used, to trigger my lustful memory of what you and I had just shared. I felt terrible, wanton, wrong, selfish…I can’t describe all the feelings, but Mark was licking eagerly. He obviously wanted this. When I came I felt my skin shivering, up and down my thighs, my buttocks tensioning and my neck flushing. It wasn’t the same as coital sex orgasms, but it was breathtaking too. It was something that I wanted to have again and again, on Mark.

Mark’s view
I had wanted to do this for ages-it ran like a movie trailer in my head, over and over again. It would happen in all sorts of places and you would be there, directing her to use me this way. None of my trailers featured a dingy back corridor at a club though. None of them featured that sort of blind, instinctive, banging sex that went through the pair of you in a matter of minutes. That took me by surprise. I the urgent lust for it took me down onto my knees and then the scent of Greta kept me there. The smell of her, when she has fucked, is utterly compelling. I had noted it before on her panties, but this was far stronger than that. Thee was heat in it and of course I had watched you take her, casually, one big hand gripping her auburn her and your cock thrusting inside her. It was always easy to submit to that, a man who fucked her with style.

But, and this is a big but, the taste of her sex, your shared juices nearly made me gag. Nothing, just nothing, prepares you for that. Read about, hear about it, the taste of salty spunk and lady cum, the warmth of the liquid mess, it was all more than i had prepared myself for. Every lick of my tongue triggered more, dripping out, the consistency of single cream, and gloopy, sticky..it was disgusting. There was a moment when I nearly pulled back, when I nearly spat the stuff out, but Greta fixed me with that look. ‘Swallow’. So I swallowed..I let the mess down the back of my throat and then she was presenting her sex to me again for more attention. It was easier the second lick. It was easier still when she pulled my mouth into her sex. I had no option then, my wife was using me. I was just the cunny cloth, the napkin after her seed meal.

Do you know what was strange after that? Finishing up, pulling her thong back in place, pulling down the hem of her skirt. She looked so smug, so cat got the cream. You wonder then, ‘what next?’ What am I meant to do now? Do we go somewhere else and carry on? Do I expect some sort of report on my performance? I said ‘thank you darling’ to her, as if that condoned our dirty act. I didn’t know what to say other than that. She didn’t know what to say either…its not like that now. Things have progressed and Greta is a proper mistress. But you stepped in and told me to get lost, as Greta was spending the night at your place. I went home, my head spinning in the taxi, my lips still tasting of what I’d done. The fact that Greta was with you, that we had changed things by this act, made the night intensely sexy. I masturbated hard, several, times fixated by the image and the sensations. Greta seemed utterly different to me afterwards, utterly superior.

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There are no arrogant or smug instructional observations to share here. I remember the awkwardness after the act as well. I remember thinking, get rid of him, I want Greta to have space with me. I wanted it to seem just a routine and sexy thing as quickly as possible, so we drank and danced some more. It was hours later that Greta said she wanted to talk. ‘I loved that…is it wrong’ she asked. Well no, I replied, ‘just as long as you make it a thing for you guys too, when you next direct him at home’. I was feeling excitement, lust. I wanted her so hard then, because she was behaving like a bitch. But it was needful too as well to remind her of Mark. What he did and she would I hope insist on there as well.