A creamy Marissa

Long time no write, I know. Let me cut to the chase, to fill in a little history. Marissa was gone (read it here).

Well... Marissa's back. She sorted some things out, and there was a slightly awkward period of re-acquaintance between us, but now, she is back, brighter and better than ever.

We had been on a little vacation recently, where we played a little game that we sometimes like to play... the one where I meet Marissa all over again, as if she was a stranger, seduce her (which usually doesn't take too long), and then we throw ourselves at each other as if we were discovering a new person for the first time. You know... get in the front door, rip our clothes off when we just can't wait, and then orgasm together in a great primal release on the floor. So hot... that animal passion...

But that's not what I want to write about now. I have something much more fun to share. Involving custard... the runny kind.

One of the days on our vacation, I came back to our apartment with a large plastic bottle of thick, yellow custard. I showed it to Marissa and pressed my lips to the hair over her ear and whispered "I want you to suck this off of my cock... and then I want to pour it over your pussy while I fuck it". It took us about 60 seconds to be naked in the bathroom standing next to the bath tub. Marissa's into recreational activities like that, bless her little white socks.

I already had a large erection, because the idea of playing like this was a massive turn on for me. There's something so wicked about getting food all over your cock... especially if it's thick and runny. And your partner's willing.

I stood in the bathtub, and took the lid off the bottle. I tipped the bottle up and poured some custard onto the top of my cock, which was hard and erect like a flagpole. There was heaps of custard in the bottle, so I gave myself a good coating, letting it run all over my cock and drip through my pubic hair on my balls. It was cold, but felt so beautifully thick running over me, that I growled as it poured over me. Marissa whimpered at the sight of this cream coating me... it looked like I was cumming a massive sweet creamy fountain out of my cock. She instinctively got down on her knees (another thing I love about her), put her hands on the edge of the bathtub and licked the front of my shaft with a long, slow sweep of her tongue, cleaning a path in the custard, which was flowing into her mouth and running over her lips. I growled again, deep in my throat... feeling her tongue through the cold custard, and seeing it running out of her mouth... I willed myself not to cum. I wanted this to last for more than a few minutes.

Marissa closed her mouth over my cockhead, and I could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my crown. She was scooping the dripping custard up from my balls with her fingertips, handling my balls and smearing the cream back up over my shaft, and rubbing the cream into the patch of skin just under my balls, as she sucked on my cockhead and let saliva and custard run out of her mouth and dribble over my cock. I had to pull away from her, dragging my cock out of her sucking mouth with a wet plop, because I wouldn't have been able to hold on any longer, no matter how hard I tried. Marissa gave a wicked little laugh, and scooped some custard off her chin with her finger and into her mouth, and made a big show of sucking her finger clean... the tease.

I dragged my curled fingers up my shaft, squeezing hard and wiping the remaining custard into a blob in my palm. I reached out and wiped my hands on Marissa's tits, as if I was just cleaning my hands off, wiping the side of my hand up and down between her cleavage. Then I gave her left nipple a slippery little pinch and pulled at it, before letting it slip from my grip. She was starting to rock her hips from side to side, and I could imagine her pussy getting wet, and her lips sliding wetly together...

I sat down in the bathtub, and rested my arms back on the sides of the tub, leaned my head back and told Marissa to fill my mouth with custard, and then use my mouth however she wanted. She said something along the lines of "that sounded like a good idea", and when I opened wide, she took the bottle and poured the creamy custard into my mouth. I kept my throat closed, until a pool of custard was sitting in my mouth, almost running out over my lips. I stuck my bottom lip out a little more... it was a nice thick, yellow pool.

Marissa found a place to put her feet in the tub alongside me, and, leaning down with one hand on the edge of the tub behind me, she lowered her right tit down to my mouth. She squeezed her breast in her other hand and pushed her nipple into the custard pooled in my mouth, making some of it run down the sides of my face. She bit her bottom lip as she felt the cool custard on her tit, and started dragging her hard nipple back and forth over my top and bottom lips. I groaned in my throat at the thought of what this must be feeling like for her. She pushed her squeezed nipple into my mouth again, harder this time, and told me through clenched teeth to "suck it". I closed my lips over her breast, trapping a mouthful of custard, and fondled her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue, swirling the thick cream around it in my mouth, feeling it flicking back and forth against my tongue. Marissa moaned a soft female moan in her neck as she pressed her tit harder against my face, which I sucked at eagerly. She straightened again, resting her arm and her back, before lowering her other tit to my mouth. As her breast approached my face, I pursed my lips and spat a frothy stream of yellow custard onto her tit. "Dirty boy!", she scolded me, and pressed her spattered tit hard into my face. "Clean it up", she told me, as she clutched the back of my head, getting custard in my hair, and pressed my face to her breasts. She turned her chest from side to side, and pressed my head this way and that way, smothering my face between her breasts, smearing custard all over my face, my darting tongue trying to clean it off her skin. Marissa managed to force her nipple between my lips and shove her breast against my face, pushing her nipple in and out of my creamy mouth. "She's fucking my mouth with her tit", I thought, and it was just so damn erotic I took it all, grunting for breath from time to time until she straightened again.

She had custard smeared all over her... but what really caught my eye was that dangerous look on her face. She wanted to do something... whatever she was thinking...it was hers.

Marissa told me to "Get out and lie on the floor". I was going to protest that the tiles didn't look to comfortable, and what about the mess... but thought fuck it, and got down on the floor. "Open your mouth, lover", she said. She took the custard bottle and trailed a generous drizzle of it over my cock, up across my chest, over my chin and filled my mouth again. Standing over me, feet on either side of my head, she poured a gob of custard between her breasts. I looked up and watched the rolling yellow stream slide down her belly, snake its way through her little tuft of hair and drip down her pussy before dripping off of her and landing beside my head on the floor. Marissa ran her index finger up and down the dark groove between her pussy lips, smearing custard into her parting. I almost gurgled into the custard in my mouth... I wanted to scream and groan, but the pool of custard kept me quiet.

Snaking her hips from side to side, Marissa slowly lowered herself down onto her knees over my face. I gurgled a "mmhhmmm" through my custard pool... I was trying to say "Yes! Give it to me!" but didn't want to lose any custard. She lowered her hips down further, almost sitting back on her heels, but keeping her pussy inches above my mouth. Marissa pulled at the hooded skin around her clitoris, stretching herself open and slipping her fingertip into her hole, before circling it around her shining wet button. I gurgled... my cock twitched, feeling the custard on me running down underneath my balls...

Marissa dipped her pussy lightly into the pool of custard in my mouth, and with a sharp inbreath she pressed her pussy down onto my mouth. "Do that thing you did on my tit", she rasped, and I closed my lips around her pussy, trying to seal the custard against her. A low, drawn-out moan started to build in Marissa's throat as she shifted her position, spreading her knees further apart, pressing herself down against my mouth, feeling the custard slopping against her inside my mouth. I dragged the pointed tip of my tongue through the custard, across her open lips (Marissa will tell you that I have a long tongue). Her howl-growl continued as I pushed my tongue up into her opening, pushing creamy custard up into her. The seal of my lips was weakening, and custard started to leak out of the sides of my mouth as Marissa ground her cunt down onto my face. I lapped at her pussy with long strokes of my tongue inside my mouth, dragging it up through her creamy slit and pressing it against her clit, sloshing thick custard over her. She started to fuck my mouth with her pussy, each thrust squelching more custard out of my mouth, until she was cumming on me... grunting with each contraction that shook her body, shuddering at the light touch of my lips as I slid them up and down her. "Oh fuck me, Simon... fuck me... fuck me...", she groaned breathlessly as I pushed her off me to stand up. There is nothing sexier than a woman who only wants one thing... to be fucked.

Oh, I was going to fuck her now alright... nothing else was on the agenda. I was going to fuck that creamy cunt until she screamed. Nothing else mattered.

I told Marissa to get into the tub and get on her knees and elbows... head down, ass up. She moaned something unintelligible and obediently got into position. I made sure she could see my cock as she looked up... veined, straining, and very, very big. I wanted her to have no doubt what was coming. I coated my cock with yellow custard again... throbbing and dripping thickly. Marissa whispered "Fuck me..."

I got into the tub, kneeling behind her, letting my cock just brush against the top of her butt. I took the custard bottle... almost empty... leaned forward so that my cock pressed a little harder against her... and poured a little custard onto her hair and the side of her face, watching it running down over her skin. She licked her lips. I lingered... I wanted her to feel like... my female pet... to be fucked in a bath covered in custard... I poured some more custard onto her ass, so that some rolled down the small of her back, and some ran down between her legs, around the side of her pussy. I smacked her ass, splatting custard against the wall, and smeared it round and round the toop of her cheeks with my hands. I poured some custard into my cupped hand, and placed it over her pussy between her legs, pressing wads of custard onto her, rubbing it in a little. Letting her feel me rubbing her pussy. Sticky and sweet... hot and wet...

Marissa sighed a "ohhh" and tried to open her legs wider, but couldn't in the confines of the bath. I knew that this was going to be tight... I took my cock in my hand and dragged the head up between Marissa's lips. She pushed her ass back towards me and barked almost like a dog, involuntarily. An animal sound... so I pushed my cock into her opening and felt it sink into the heat inside her body. She was tight, but I slid into her so easily, her tight rim squeezing the custard back into a blob at the base of my shaft, where it ran down onto my balls. Marissa squealed as I filled her with my hot meat, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. I rocked back and forth... slowly... dragging my flared crown back and forth through her tight passage. She was wet and slick... a vein bulged in my forehead and my breaths became very shallow. I picked up the custard bottle and nearly dropped it with my slippery grip. It was nearly empty... time to use it up. As I fucked her slowly, I poured the last custard onto the top of her pussy, and onto my cock, and kept pouring it until it ran down her legs, down the inside of her thigh, dripping off of us... and then I kind of lost it. I grabbed her hips, slippery with custard, and fucked her very hard. I groaned continuously, starting low, rising in intensity as I felt closer and closer to coming, slamming my cock into her, wobbling her and nudging her cervix with every push. She was making this beautiful "uhh-uhh-uhh" noise as I pulled her hips back against my thrusts, until I came with a loud shout as I pushed my spurting cock deep into her. Another loud "Aahhhhh" and another deep push and another shot of sperm. Marissa pushed her hips back at me, hard and fast, cumming moments after me as I went rigid, every muscle tense, hand curling into a fist as I felt my gorgeous woman having such an intense climax on my cock. I groaned "nnnhhhh" as my cock flared huge inside her, feeling her walls squeezing me tightly, locked inside her. God, what an orgasm. The intensity... the smell of custard and sex was thick in my nostrils and my heartbeat was pounding in my ears and behind my eyes. Slowly drawing my cock out of her, dripping with juicy custard and semen....

Standing in the bathroom together... on wobbly legs... trying not to slip on the custard everywhere... thoroughly, thoroughly fucked... a memory of a lifetime.

And in closing... here's a handy hint: you have to clean the custard up straight away. You can't leave it until tomorrow.

But cleaning each other up aftwards in the shower is a lot of fun.

Marissa

Marissa...

Marissa... is gone. Just like that. She has some personal business to attend to, she said, and I know she’s right. Maybe it’s goodbye, maybe it’s au revoir. Time will tell.

So...

Am I dripping tears on the page as I write? Well... no. Because I know something. I know that once something is true, it is always true. Some things will never change. They might be in the past, they might be in the future, but once they are true, they never change. The look in her eyes, her warm hand on my stomach, her breath in my ear... these things are true. Some things change... and some things never change. And the things that don’t change are really the only things that count.