Creampie Gossip

My jaw was hanging wide open in disbelief as I set the phone down. "Oh my." I thought to myself. "I've got to share this with someone. My mind was racing through an internal address book trying to figure out who would be the safest person to share the juiciest gossip I had ever heard from the actual horse's mouth in my life.

"Jessica!" I blurted out, as if there was someone there to hear my revelation. Jessica Driver is a good friend that is pretty down to earth and sexually liberated enough to appreciate this story. She had only met my friend Susan Peterson one time, so the story Susan just confessed to me wouldn't be of real interest to the circle of friends Jessica ran with. There you have it. My safe friend to share something that is none of either of our business with would be Jessica. I barely rationalized it all before my fingers instinctively dialed Jessica and I heard ringing. "C'mon, answer." I urged, again as though anyone could hear me.

"Hello." Jessica answered cheerfully.

"Jessica, this is Julie." I said, trying to slow down and sound somewhat normal on the telephone. "Please tell me you have nothing going on and you are in the mood to hear one of the craziest totally true stories about one of my friends that you will ever hear.

Jessica chuckled a little. "Okay. I am totally bored with work and I really need to feed off of someone else's life for a while, so hit me." She replied, clearly curious as to what gossip I could be so excited about.

"Great!" I told her. "This is going to be worth your while. I'm not going to change the names to protect the innocent, or in this case; the guilty, because I know you won't tell anyone. "Shit, where do I start? This is totally fucking crazy." I began to search my mind for the point that would be the best starting point.

Jessica was already getting excited. "Tell me everything." She encouraged. "It sounds good already."

"Okay." I told her. "Remember last forth of July when I brought my friend Susan and her friend Brad over to your barbeque for a few minutes?" I asked, setting the stage so Jessica would be able to immediately put a face and a name together.

Jessica paused, searching back to try and remember. "Oh yeah, she's kind of a short, sweet, and cute blonde and he is a stocky dark haired guy who sort of comes across arrogant and pompous? That Susan and Brad?" She asked with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"Whoa." I answered. "You do have a good memory." I laughed. "And a pretty good read on people too, good job." I told her, admiring her honesty and her ability to remember two people out of many from one meeting several months before. "That is definitely the right couple." I chuckled. "Well, here goes. Susan called me about three weeks ago bitching about her man Brad leaving her high and dry all the time. So, apparently this guy refuses to go down on her and makes no effort to see if she is satisfied sexually at all. He's just like; wham, bam, and doesn't even say thank you Ma'am. But Susan is a horny slut all the time, like us and she gives it up to him almost daily, sometimes more than once a day, right? Well, she has been complaining about the same thing for several weeks and has been struggling with how to say what needs to be said to Brad." I explained.

"This doesn't surprise me." Jessica chuckled. "He seemed like such an ass."

"Oh it's just starting to get good." I told her. "So anyway, two Friday's ago before Brad had to leave for work, Susan is on her back letting him do his thing and she says it is feeling pretty good, but she knows it won't last long enough to get her there, right? Well, she looks up and sees Brad's roommate John standing in the doorway rubbing this big bulge through his pants and watching them fuck. Susan started to freak out, but she said for some reason it made her get really wet, so she just kind of went with it." I paused to hear Jessica's reaction so far.

"Wow." Jessica said in shock. "Did she tell Brad about it?" She asked.

"Oh my Jessica, you aren't going to believe it, it just gets so much crazier than that." I told her. "Anyway, Brad does his usual and blows his load inside Susan right quick, then gets up, leaving Susan high and dry just like she's been bitching about for like forever, right? He doesn't even shower, just gets dressed and leaves for work, telling her he's running late. So Susan is still in bed and she sees John peeking around the corner watching her. She pretends not to notice he's there and starts getting herself off and at the same time putting on a live porn show for Brad's horny roommate. She told me all of Brad's cum is totally running out of her and she's an awful mess, rubbing his sticky cream all over her pussy and fingering herself, I mean really getting into it when she looks this John guy directly in the eye. So they're staring at each other, it's got to be more than a little awkward, she's masturbating in bed, and he's standing in the door beating off and neither of them has spoken a word to each other. Susan's just about to explode when her buzz kill boyfriend comes back in the house and damn near catches the entire thing. He realized he forgot his wallet, grabs it and leaves. I guess that whole deal must have totally spooked John, because Susan said he just left right after Brad without saying a word or even making an appearance again. Can you believe this shit?" I asked.

Jessica was getting into it, "so what happened next, did she tell Brad?" She asked, not wanting to talk about it before hearing all the details.

"Susan was kind of wondering now what kind of roommate Brad is living with since they don't really know each other and just split rent. So, she gets herself off real quick because she has been on the edge for so long and then gets dressed and goes snooping in John's room. She looked around without really knowing what she's looking for and then she ends up getting onto his computer and finds a couple of pictures of she and Brad getting it on that she didn't even know he had taken. It pissed her off and kind of freaked her out, so she starts looking more on his computer and finds all kinds of stories about this sexual fetish he apparently has with sloppy seconds. Do you know what that is?" I asked, because I didn't until Susan told me.

"Umm, pretty much I think." Jessica answered.

"Yeah, anyway, it is when a guy blows his load in your pussy and then another guy fucks you without you cleaning up first. Some dudes dig it and John is apparently one of the ones that does."

"Gross." Jessica said, although her mind was secretly beginning to wander to thoughts of what that sensation may be like. "Keep going." She pushed.

"Anyway." I continued. "Susan read a bunch of those stories about that from his computer and it started getting her all hot all over again. She told me she was imagining John eating her pussy when she first noticed him watching her play with it from the door. Susan is my best friend, but she is flipping crazy right now I think. Listen to this. She leaves a note on John's desk and it says:

John,

I noticed you watching me fuck this morning. I liked it. Watch us again tomorrow morning -- I won't say anything. Our secret...

Susan.

So the next morning, Susan starts playing with Brad's cock about fifteen minutes before he has to leave for work. Like clockwork, he gets on her and they fuck for a few minutes, he blows his load and hops right off and heads to work pretty quickly after. The entire time they are getting it on, Susan is totally watching John stroke his cock and it damn near made her cum before Brad finished his hit and run this time."

Jessica interrupted in disbelief. "You know this happened for real?" She asked in disbelief.

"Oh, keep listening." I told her, eager to finish the story. "So Susan is totally worked up now. She has been thinking all night about John watching her and getting turned on thinking about him jerking off to it. She has read all these stories about having two guys cumming in one pussy and got all turned on by that. Her boyfriend fucked her and left her stranded and that left her hot. She just watched a guy stroke it to the sight of her and her boyfriend having sex and that turned her on. And get this, Susan is a bigger fucking freak than the guy snapping pictures of her and Brad fucking without either of them knowing." Julie paused, trying again to curb her excitement and slow down a little.

"Oh my gosh." Julie continued. "So Susan waits until Brad leaves and John comes back to the door just like he had done the day before. But instead of her playing with herself for him, she starts telling him how things are going to be, and she doesn't even really know the guy. She tells him to come sit on the edge of the bed and look at her pussy. She starts talking really nasty to him, telling him to look at all that cum dripping out of her little cunt and to look at how swollen her lips get after a good hard fuck and she sees that he is getting totally hard. She's teasing his fetish, right? By this time Susan is so horny that she would have probably fucked a dog given the chance, right, so she says she's thinking about letting him have sloppy seconds, but really wants him to lick her pussy first. He, of course, totally freaks out and starts to walk away and she tells him she knows he's taken pictures of them and she will tell Brad if he doesn't eat her pussy right at that moment.

"This can't be real." Jessica said. "Susan is sweet and innocent."

"She told me all of this almost word for word less than thirty minutes ago Jessica. She's no more sweet and innocent than we are. We all have our desires, she is just totally acting on them, good or bad."

"Wow." Jessica exclaimed. "Keep telling, it's pretty good."

"Pretty good? Are you crazy? This is wild. Susan tells him to eat her pussy and he does it. He goes down on her having just seen Brad cum in her a few minutes before. He looked at the actual cum dripping out of her, and then he just goes down and starts eating her out. Susan told me it was the single most incredible feeling she has ever had. She said her lips were so swollen from fucking and her libido was so high because she had been needing that kind of attention, and that she was insanely attracted to John and the idea of him fucking her after Brad, that she came almost instantly and he didn't stop for like thirty minutes. She said she lost track of how many times he made her cum. The whole time she's telling him all sorts of really dirty stuff like how he is a nasty cum eating pussy boy and stuff like that because some of that kind of talk was in the stories he had saved on his computer and it made him crazy hot for her. She said after she came, John fucked her so hard and for so long that she came again and she had never done that before in her life. Cum from intercourse I mean. She said he was a great fuck. So anyway, like I said before, this was like three weeks ago. They have been doing the same thing damn near every day since then. Sometimes Brad will fuck her and leave and then John will come in and fuck her again, but every time he cleans all of the cum, his and Brad's, out of her pussy and it makes her cum over and over again. Do you believe that shit?" I asked.

Jessica paused in disbelief for a minute. "Julie." She said. "Has any guy ever gone down on you after fucking even if they didn't cum?" She asked.

"No." I answered. "You?" I asked her.

"No." Jessica answered, sounding disappointed. "Susan is one lucky slut in my opinion." She chuckled. "That would be a pretty powerful feeling, making him clean me up. I could like that." Jessica pondered out loud.

"No shit." I said. "That has to be an incredible rush. It's so nasty and so sexy all at the same time."

Jessica and I talked about it for a few more minutes and it turned out it was making us both horny, so we decided to stop the conversation and pick it up again later.

***

A few weeks passed and I was talking to Jessica again on the phone and she asked if I had heard from Susan. I told her I actually hadn't heard from her in a while and started thinking about everything that had been going on and wondered if she had gotten caught in her own web yet. "I'll call her Jessica and I'll call you back. Sound good?" I asked, making sure she was okay with me getting the scoop in the middle of our conversation.

Jessica giggled excitedly. "Fuck yes." She replied. "Let me know as soon as you find out." The two friends hung up and Jessica continued doing what she had been doing.

About a half hour passed and Jessica's phone rang. She instantly sprang to her feet and ran to grab it. "Hello." She spoke calmly, pretending not to have been waiting for the call.

"Hell-O" I told Jessica, eager to fill her in on the scoop I just heard. "The plot thickens a little, although a lot of it is just more of the same." I reported.

"So Susan is still getting away with it." Jessica asked me.

"So far, but check this out." I started. "So every day Susan gives it up to her man, he selfishly gets off and heads out and then the roommate comes in and fucks her silly, gives her orgasms galore daily now when she hasn't had any in months that weren't self inflicted, and they are both in this sort of sexual bliss, Brad is none-the-wiser to any of it, and there don't appear to be any feelings at all between Susan and John beyond the excitement of their own taboo behaviors." I told Jessica. "That all sounded pretty fucking perfect to me; but that couldn't be enough for them of course. John is really into this man cum fetish and it doesn't matter who's obviously, but now I think Susan is more into it all than he is. She was all telling me every single detail of how much, what it looks like, what it smells like, yada, yada, yada. But they used to just do their thing in the morning after Brad left for work. Get this! Now, Susan has told Brad to call her when he's leaving work. That gives her about twenty minutes before he gets home. She tells him she is just really horny lately and wants to know in advance so she can start getting herself ready. She talks dirty to him and gets him all excited with a few carefully chosen words and then John comes in and pumps her pussy full of a big load of his cream. This was evidently Susan's big idea that she sold John on and not the other way around. She wanted Brad to come home and fuck her wet pussy totally unaware that it is overflowing with his roommate's hot, manly cream, and she wanted John to know that Brad was getting sloppy seconds even though he didn't know it."

"No way!" Jessica interrupted. "She is such a slut bag." She giggled. "Damn her. I'm so fucking jealous. She is having like two solid hours of incredible kinky, crazy, wild sex every single fucking day." Jessica said, analyzing Susan's situation along with hers with a bit of envy.

"Ha! You fucking wish." I told her. "I think she is having sex much more than just twice a day sometimes. She is like a fucking rabbit these days. She says he will be down on her for thirty to forty-five minutes sometimes and she has to literally kick him out. He loves it, and obviously so does she. So anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, Brad gets home the first day and comments how crazy wet she is, but doesn't even notice anything being out of place. He just does his five minute routine and goes to get a towel for her, telling her that her teasing must have really made him hot because he seems to be cumming a lot more than usual. But right after all of that, Susan said she grabbed her panties and tells Brad she's going to get a drink before he has a chance to get the towel. She cleans herself with her panties and tosses the cum-soaked garment in John's room on the way to the kitchen with a note she wrote before Brad got home. John's not even home from work, so she's just taking the chance that Brad isn't going to go in there for some reason and find this little gem of a note that she said she wrote for him:

Lover,

I was thinking about you sucking all of this hot, sticky cum (two big loads -- one yours, one his) out of my twice-fucked, tired pussy but you weren't here to please me, so I'm giving you my panties instead -- give them back clean.

Enjoy -

Can you believe this crap?" I asked, wanting to hear what Jessica thought of it all.

Jessica paused for a second. "Julie, part of me wants to tell you that I think all of this is gross, but every time we talk about it, I get turned on by it all and I find my mind just shifting to the entire messed up deal when I least expect it, even when I try to not think about it, I'm thinking about it." She confessed. "I feel like calling Susan, don't worry I never would, and asking her if I can pretend to be her just one day."

I was surprised that she was so open about feeling that way, but relieved that I wasn't the only one that couldn't get the torrid desires and forbidden thoughts out of my head.

"I agree, Jessica." I said. "It should be gross, it sounds gross, but it is so fucking hot for her to be getting two men and so much kinkiness that I don't even know if I will ever do anything like that in my entire life. I really think it is going to come back and bite her somehow. Like; God forbid, Brad finding out for instance, but if it doesn't come back on her, she is sure getting her cake and eating it too, so to speak." I giggled softly at my own words. "So." I paused, contemplating whether I should ask or not before deciding to go ahead. "Do you think your boyfriend would go down on you after he came if you told him it turned you on?" I asked hesitantly.

"Fuck no!" Jessica answered quickly. "I tried to coax him into it twice last week. It was even after I was already clean, just wanted him to go down on me and get me off again." She said disappointed. "Would yours?" She asked me.

"Not a chance." I answered. "I told him I thought it would be hot and he said I was out of my mind and said I don't even swallow very often, so why would he?" I paused again, thinking about what to say next. "So, what part of it is the hottest to you, knowing he is turned on by eating his creamy seed out of you and that he likes it, or just what you think it would feel like?" I asked her, wanting to know more about why she felt the way she did.

Jessica didn't answer right away, she sighed and I could tell she was really considering the question. "I think what turns me on the most about it is that it is just so personal, so raunchy, so forbidden, and it would just be so fucking hot to tell my man to clean me up so I didn't have too." she laughed at her own concept. "But seriously, it also has to feel incredible. I know after sex, intercourse I mean, I'm really sensitive and it seems like having a soft set of lips kissing something that is so stimulated would be very nice. Mmm." Jessica moaned, I think without even realizing she did it. "But it wouldn't matter if it was an hour later and that feeling was already gone, I'd still be turned on if someone was willing to suck their cum out of me." It's just a selfless, hot, and incredibly tempting desire. What about you?" She asked me.

I had given it a lot of thought, so my answer came pretty quick. "I think for me it is the actual nastiness of it all that gets me so hot. I would totally get into telling my man to clean me up. I love it when it goes in, I can't imagine how it would feel when he takes it out. It is like a dominance thing for me, or something. I would get a thrill out of feeling that kind of power over him to be able to sort of order him to do something so taboo, you know? It would definitely feel better than a towel for sure." I chuckled. "But the part that turns me on is the power, the sight of it would be hot, and the feeling that comes from knowing it is being done." I answered.

There was a brief silence before I decided to continue the story. "So anyway, Susan got her panties back sometime during the night. She woke up the next morning and they were on the floor beside her bed. They were still wet, but she said there was a lot of cum on them before and they were very clean when she found them. Alright, I'm with you, I'm a bit jealous of it all." I confessed, frustrated by her success; or more correctly, my lack of success.