I'm Billy. Nancy, my live in girlfriend, was the love of my life. She lived with me for five great years. She was the warmest and most loving person I've ever known. She was aways fun to be with and very classy in social situations. She was always helping friends and she treated me like a King! Everyone who knew her loved her.
Like most people, there was another side to Nancy. She got off on doing kinky things sexually with me. She was a bit of an exhibitionist, and loved uninhibited sex. She lpved sex outdoors, and she loved for me to give her oral, especially after we had unprotected sex. She said it made her feel powerful and loved unconditionally. Only her closest friends knew about this side of her, she loved telling them the dirty details of the things we did.
One of her friends was Amy, who she knew from the gym. Nancy once asked me to do a strip tease, in a Superman costume, at a Sex Toy Party that Amy hosted. Once I was naked, they wanted me to give Amy oral until she had an orgasm, while the women attending watched. I did it and it was fun, although Amy's pussy smelled stronger than any woman I ever met!.
Several months ago Nancy passed away suddenly. I was devastated. My life was suddenly turned upside down.
I felt hurt, lost, and alone. I started working long hours to keep my mind off the pain of losing the love of my life. I just wanted to be alone. I didn't socialize. I rarely talked to my friends or neighbors, and I never answered questions about why she was no longer with me. I just worked all day and tried to sleep at night.
Eventually I started working less and riding my motorcycle in the evenings. It was peaceful riding alone. As the weather warmed and Spring returned, I felt like I was returning to normal.
The Covid Pandemic seemed to be easing, restrictions on restaurants and bars eased, and most reopened for business. I thought it was time to get out and see people again. I hadn't had a beer in my favorite watering hole in months. One evening I rode my bike over to the tavern.
As I walked into the bar I noticed two women sitting at a table. I couldn't remember where I knew them from, but I knew I'd seen them before.
I sat on a barstool, ordered a beer, and started watching the ball game on the TV above the bar.
Suddenly, one of the women at the table said, "Look it's Superman!"
I was flabbergasted! The two women at the table were at the sex toy party that Nancy's friend had hosted months before.
I was a little embarassed being reconized by them, but what could I do? I turned around and said, "How've you been?"
The woman who had said, "Look it's Superman," replied, "You don't have to sit there alone. Please, come join us."
The women looked to be in their late thirties or early forties. The one who spoke was a brunette, slim, and dressed in a tank top and shorts. Her friend was a short haired blonde, a little heavier than her friend, and was dressed in jeans and a brightly colored blouse. The brunette looked and sounded a little trashy. The blonde seemed more classy. I thought she was very cute.
I was feeling a little starved for human interaction. Two attractive women were inviting me to sit with them so I said, "Okay, thanks!"
I grabbed my beer, went to their table and sat down. I said, "I don't think we were ever really introduced. I'm Billy."
They introduced themselves as Rachael, the brunette, and Cindy, the cute blonde.
"You're not really a professional stripper are you Bill?" Rachael asked.
"Oh God no! What you saw was just a one time thing! My girlfriend asked me to do it for her friend. I was just an innocent victim." I answered.
Rachael said, "You really were a victim, I couldn't believe how that girl's pussy stank! It was really hot! I almost creamed my jeans when you ate her out!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed the show," I replied feeling quite uncomfortable. "It was really embarassing doing it, especially with all of you watching."
"Do you like eating stinky pussies?" Rachael asked.
"I like a woman to smell like a woman, but Amy was a bit extreme. My girlfriend didn't tell me how "fragrant" Amy was."
"You're a gentleman, Billy. That girl smelled like a hooker's snatch at closing time in a whorehouse! You have to be a badass. You ate that until she came twice!" Rachael replied.
"She really did smell." I said, laughing. "I could smell and taste her for a week. It just wouldn't wash off!"
Rachael said, "C'mon man, it looked like you liked it as much as she did! You really like to eat pussy don't you?"
"Sometimes." I said.
"That girl who brought you told us that you even like to eat her out after you cum in her!"
"Sometimes." I said.
Then Rachael said, "That's so hot! I was really horny after that party. When I got home I about raped my old man. After he creamed in me, I asked him if he'd eat it? He just laughed at me. I thought to myself, I know a guy who would eat it!"
Her friend Cindy had been silent up until then. Suddenly she said, "At least you had Brian to relieve your frustrations. All I had was a new vibrator! When I thought about that woman saying that he likes to eat her out after cumming in her, I thought I was going to wear that vibrator out!"
I was feeling a little more comfortable. It seemed that they liked what they had seen at the party. They also heard that I often ate my girl's creampies, and that I liked it! They were telling me that it made them horny. They didn't seem to think that I was some kind of weirdo.
Then Cindy asked me, "Is it true? Do you really like to eat out a woman after you cum into her? Please tell us?"
"Yeah Cindy, I won't lie, I actually do. When my late girlfriend first asked me to do it, I refused. Then she told me her best friend's husband often ate her out after sex. She told my girlfriend that she had the strongest orgasms of her life when he did it. Nancy wanted me to do it for her to see what it was like. After thinking about it, I decided that I didn't want to deny Nancy something that her friend seemed to like so much. So after we had sex one night, I went down on her. She really got off on it. She said she'd never had an orgasm like that before. I knew then that it couldn't be a one time thing. I knew she would want me to do it again. It soon became a regular thing for us."
Cindy than asked, "But did you really like doing it? You must have tasted your own cum!"
"I did, but amazingly, after I did it a few more times,I started to like it. I always enjoyed going down on her before sex, but this was different. She was so wet, so warm, and smelled strongly of sex. I liked that. I felt I was doing something really nasty, something that most men won't do. I liked that feeling. I was proud that I hadn't denied her something that was so important to her. It became a regular thing for us after that. So yes, I liked doing it!"
Cindy grinned and then asked, "She's gone now, do you think you'll do that in your next relationship? Are you hooked on eating creampies?"
I was quiet for a moment, then I said, "I've thought about that. I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I know some women would think it's gross and wouldn't allow it, or maybe think that I'm some sort of weirdo. I wouldn't like that. It would be great if I met someone who wass into it."
"It sounds like it's something you did enjoy. I think you really are hooked on it Billy. It's okay! I think you shouldn't settle for anything less than what makes you happy," Cindy said.
"I don't know. Maybe I am hooked on doing it. The opportunity hasn't come up yet. I really did feel like Superman making Nancy cum like that. I miss her. We had a lot of fun doing things like that. Cindy, you make a lot of sense. If I get serious about another woman, she will have to be cool with my eating the creampies we make."
Cindy smiled and said, "Thanks for being so honest. I learned something tonight."
Rachael then said, "Well, Amy told us that you eating her out in front of us was the hottest thing that ever happened to her. She thanked your girlfriend over and over. You must be pretty good at eatiing pussy. I'm really glad that you did it for her, that was really nice of you."
"Well you ladies know a lot about me, tell me about yourselves," I inquired, really trying to change the subject.