Eating Creampie Story

I clung to Derek, looked at them, and smiled. A couple of the boys were more assertive, and they followed me. One pulled me toward him and kissed me while reaching under my mini to finger my pussy. My heart started beating a hundred miles an hour, and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I sensed Derek move up behind me, and I was stunned when he squeezed one of my breasts while the boy played with my pussy. "I want some of that eating creampie story," I heard another boy say, and then another hand was squeezing my other breast, making the nipple hard.

"We're going to have some good eating creampie story tonight," I heard Derek say into my ear, and the very thought caused my pussy to contract tight around the boy's fingers in my hot pussy. I reached up and pulled Derek's head done to my mouth. "Let's get out of here for the real eating creampie story!" I yelled, and he nodded.

Somehow, we pulled away from the boys and wormed our way outside. The night was warm and sultry. I suddenly found myself laughing hysterically. "What? What?" Derek kept asking, and every time he did, I laughed harder. We were halfway to our hotel before I could speak. "That eating creampie story was soooo wild!" I told him. "God! I thought those boys were going to fuck me right in the club!" "You are so naughty," Derek said. "I thought you wanted them to fuck you!" I laughed again. "Well," I said, "it's an idea we've played with for a long time. It gets us both hot. Faced with the reality of that eating creampie story, I have to confess that I was tempted. But the thought of being in something totally beyond my control, I mean, with so many young guys, it was too much for me. Hot, yes, but too much!" "Call me a pervert," Derek said, "but it made me so hard watching them play with you like that." "Ewww! You are a pervert! I'm married to a pervert!" I yelled, and then we were at our hotel door.