Anal Creampies
 This past weekend Ginger and I had visitors -Roy and
Shelley, a couple we had met at a nudist resort last
summer. It was a pleasurable visit in the full depth
of a Cottage Country winter...snow very deep and
fresh, cold starry nights, and pleasant daytime
temperatures with brilliant sunshine.
There was lots of anal creampies all weekend, but the one
noteworthy incident occurred on our leather couch and
chair in the living room before a roaring fire.
We had all stripped naked. Ginger was lying back in
the sofa chair, feet hanging over the arm rest while
Shelley was on her elbows and knees hanging over the
arm rest of the couch, eating Ginger's tasty anal creampies.
Roy was also on the couch, behind his wife on his
knees, fucking her extraordinarily tight twat. I was
recording the event on their digital camera, ours
being out of commission due to an accident the
previous weekend.
 Roy started making noises indicating the buildup to an
orgasm, and soon blasted a load of uxorious ooze into
the depths of his wife's blonde-hair lined pussy.
After Roy withdrew his softening sausage from
Shelley's slimy slit, she turned over onto her back
and offered her anal creampies to me. My eyes lit up, I'm
sure, at the prospect, but, ever mindful of my wife's
feelings in these matters, I cautiously asked Ginger
if it was ok with her. I'm not positive, but I don't
think I had ever eaten a creampie from anyone other
than her, and she might well have been conflicted
about seeing me enjoying one out of another lady's
pussy.
However, I got a green light, if not enthusiastic
encouragement, from Ginger, and bent to my reward. I
like Shelley's bush...short blonde hair, lying along
her pubic bone and pudendum as if fucked flat, hiding
nothing but framing everything. I rubbed my nose
through it, and while doing so extended my tongue to
her tiny labia. I immediately detected the musky taste
of Roy's anal creampies that was already seeping out onto her
slippery lips, and savoured it langourously before
dipping my tongue slowly further into her constricted
(still tight, even after that pounding!) channel of
love. There I found the full meal deal...copious
amounts of her husband's honey just resting
comfortably inside Shelley's small but luxurious vulva
for the taking, and I took my time diving for it.
 There was none of the mind-blowing aspect that always
strikes me when I eat an imported anal creampies from Ginger's
wifely gash, but it was great, nonetheless.
Just thought I'd share the moment with you.
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