Cum on Me

And there was something about her, that look of danger and excitement that was always pervasive, always bubbling just below the surface. And she knew how to use it, how to entice total strangers, people you'd never guess would be so willing and so ready to involve themselves in her weird kinky little games.

One particular evening, we'd gone to see a rather erotic foreign film together. I knew before hand that she was really in one of her moods, as she'd even refrained from touching me or herself for most of the day, which was usually a good sign. As she dressed, she wore only the shortest of skirts, no thong this time, and a sheer white blouse that easily revealed her dark colored nipples beneath. Though she took a matching jacket, she carried it over the shoulder. Passing Charlie at the door, she grinned wickedly towards him. "Might be a late one," she announced.

"I'll be here," he answered holding the door.

We arrived at the theatre, and as I purchased the tickets for the show, I couldn't help but laugh at the fumbling delay as the ticket girl glanced repeatedly towards Denise, who's taut hard nipples pressed obscenely against the sheer white blouse she was wearing.

"Enjoy the show," she smiled knowingly.

"Oh...we will," Denise laughed, then suggestively licked her upper lip as we stepped away from the window and moved on into the theatre.

"You're incorrigible!" I told her.

"I know, but you love me for it anyway."

I stumbled briefly in my step, and realized right then and there, I was beginning to. There were few patrons already seated, much to my relief. It was after all a weeknight, and this wasn't exactly the typical type of movie most attended. Nor was it the type of movie that some guy wearing a trench coat would come to see either. There were enough of those movies around where that wasn't a concern. Believe it or not, Denise did have certain standards that she maintained, if one could call it that.

The show had already started, so we stood at the entryway allowing our eyes to adjust to the darkness. The theatre was sprinkled here and there with several couples, but there were plenty of open seats and enough distance between any of them to ensure some measure of privacy.

"This way," she announced taking my hand. I followed, surprised when she selected a row sitting just off to one side and behind a young couple sitting in front of us.

"Here?"

"Shhh!" she whispered sitting down. I sat. Almost immediately she bunched her skirt up around her waist, fully exposing herself. Had either of the two sitting in front of us looked behind, they'd have seen Denise happily, though quietly petting herself as the movie continued.

As expected, it wasn't long before I felt her hand worming its way into my lap. I'd learned long ago to quit wearing shorts whenever we went out. Feeling the coolness of the air as it reached my exposed prick, I nervously glanced about somewhat relieved to see that no one else would so easily be able to see us, or what we were doing, except for of course the young couple sitting in front of us.

Midway through the movie, I froze, though Denise's hand continued to slowly pump my very hard, very wet slick cock up and down. The young woman in front of us rose, hurriedly heading down the row towards the isle and then back towards the foyer. I wondered, and worried briefly that she might have seen or heard us, and was off to tell someone. The fact that the guy who was sitting with her didn't go along with her as well softened that concern somewhat, though Denise of course didn't indicate any concerns whatsoever. If anything, with the disappearance of the young woman, Denise raised the stakes of this naughty little adventure together. As I said, my prick was glistening with moisture. She'd been milking it for the better part of an hour, I felt I could explode at any moment with any sudden increase of friction or tempo. Which was when she started squeezing it more forcefully, producing even more slippery precum juice. As she did, she now purposely 'squished' it between her fingers and my staff, the sound of which easily reached my ears as she pumped, squished, and milked my prick with obvious abandon and glee. I had sat there, my eyes no longer focused on the movie, but clearly riveted to the back of the guy's head. Sure enough, he turned looking over his shoulder, luckily at first in Denise's direction, then mine. His eyes widened in surprise, that even in the darkness of the theatre I could see.

"Naughty huh?" Denise said grinning as she continued pumping my prick, still making with the squishy juicy sounds that I was sure could be heard all over the auditorium. And had that not been enough, she was wet enough herself that she'd now included the same sort of wicked sounds as her fingers now pummeled her own wet split, adding to the chorus of decadent music our two organs were playing.

"Holy shit!" He said a little too loudly.

"You like?" Denise whispered back a subtle reminder in cautioning him. He grinned.

"Wanna play?"

"What?"

As usual, whatever she was up to or about to do, I was merely along for the ride.

"Where's your wife?"

"She had to pee."

Once again I nervously scanned the theatre, but they were at least whispering low enough so as not to disturb anyone above the sounds and music of the movie that was playing.

"Go find her, tell her what we're doing. If she's interested, tell her to come sit beside me, then you sit beside her."

"You serious?"

"Very...now go before she returns." He stood up immediately, nearly tripping over himself on the way out.

"What if she freaks?" I asked.

"What if she does?" Denise said rearranging her skirt modestly. "We're not doing anything." I took cue from her and zipped myself up though it wasn't easy.

Moments later I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. To my amazement, the two of them entered the row we were sitting in, the young good looking blonde taking a seat next to Denise. Denise then leaned over, whispered something to her though I couldn't hear it, only the quiet giggle of the young woman a moment later. I could clearly see however as she reached over into her husbands lap, unzipping him and produced a very stiff, very erect looking prick. Likewise, Denise then did the same thing with me. For a few moments I watched, as he did...the two girls quietly sitting there together stroking us. Once again Denise leaned over whispering. And once again I couldn't hear her, but I could hear the young girls response.

"Ok," she grinned. "As long as it's ok with him."

I wasn't sure which 'him' she was referring to, but the young woman then leaned over whispering to her husband, who glanced briefly sideways towards me, and Denise before nodding his head. Simultaneously, both women stood exchanging places. In the next instant, Denise's hand was wrapped around the other guys prick, and the blonde's was wrapped around mine. I could only sit there shaking my head in amazement. This continued for a few moments more until the subtle shifting on the other side of the blonde alerted me that Denise was up to something. Sure enough, she had managed to bunch up her skirt around her waist once again. A millisecond after that, she was inching her hand between the blonde's legs. It took a brief moment of coaxing, but finally she relaxed and actually spread them a little.

"Take them off."

"What?"

"Your panty hose, take them off."

"It's too dangerous...I can't."

"Rip them off then."

I heard her nervously giggle. "How?"

Once again Denise fumbled briefly reaching into her purse. "Use this," she stated, handing the young woman a nail file. In the next instant, I heard the soft tear of fabric as she tore a piece of the garment away.

"That's better," Denise purred, then slipped her hand back down between the young woman's legs. "Now...do me as well," she whispered.

And there we all sat, Denise contentedly jacking the man's prick with one hand, fingering his wife with the other. She in turn fingering Denise, and pumping me as we pretended to continue watching the movie, which I had lost all track of and knew absolutely nothing about by this time. The only thing I did know for sure, was that the show would be ending soon by the way the movie was heading. Sensing that as well, Denise began jacking the man's cock off much more forcefully, which he immediately warmed too, though by the look on his face, he was also immediately worried and concerned about his impending explosion. He needn't have.

With one sudden movement of her hand, Denise reached up and split away her blouse popping each and every button on it in the process. Now bare-breasted, she offered him the perfect place for depositing his semen, which he took advantage of almost immediately. To my additional surprise, Denise hadn't once removed her hand from between the blonde's legs, and as she and I watched the first hard-felt spurtings of her husbands cock splashing against Denise's tits, I heard her suddenly groan, her legs suddenly coming together in a vice-like grip as Denise continued to pump out the husbands cream as well as the wife's orgasm simultaneously. Unfortunately for me, the blonde had forgotten all about me in her pleasures, though her hand nearly squeezed the head of my dick off when she came.

"Sorry!" she replied sheepishly a moment or so later as she finally recovered. But the lights had already come up and the credits were rolling. Several of the patrons had already stood moving towards the exits. We sat...one gentleman doing a double take as he passed by our row, Denise's breasts in full glorious view as he did, his eyes widening with surprise.

"Good movie huh?" she said grinning back at him.

"Must have been," he answered laughing, then continued on up the isle way.

By now the young couple was obviously nervous and in a hurry to leave, especially with Denise sitting here, her breasts nonchalantly revealed, covered thickly with the guys cum-butter.

"Aren't you going to stay for the climax?" she questioned.

"It's ok," I stated as the blonde stood looking apologetically towards me. "It was still fun."

She hesitated, and then looked about the theatre. It was nearly empty now. "You close?"

"On the edge," I grinned.

She sat back down next to me. "So help me...if anyone comes."

"Hopefully he will," Denise answered with a laugh, sitting down on the other side of me. "When he squirts, just aim it my way."

She did.

#

Like I said in the beginning, every day with Denise was an adventure. In time, she actually quit referring me to everyone as her "cum-buddy". Eventually, it became "lover" and then "husband". Even the wedding was an adventure, certainly not anything anyone else would ever consider as normal, not by a long shot. But it had become so for us. I was never jealous, nor worried that she didn't love me, or want me...she did. But it was the simple acceptance of who she was, and the fetish she enjoyed. Accepting that, was accepting of her. And I did.

By this time my best friend Larry had also accepted my relationship with Denise. And once I'd better explained to him what it was she enjoyed doing, and why, he understood it a lot better as well. Not to mention the fact that I'd even hinted on occasion that Denise might be willing to include him in one of our private little games.

Neither of us had the typical bachelor, or bachelorette party the night before the wedding. There was no need for that. Each day had been a party of sorts, always something new and exciting, kinky or fun...and yes, even normal. Sometimes we merely fucked just for the pleasure in doing that.

But it was the day of our wedding that I'd say has to go down in the annals of time as being one of the wildest, wettest, and kinkiest yet. Obviously we didn't have one of those typical church weddings, nor did she even wear a wedding dress. The veil yes, but nothing else. She had a friend who was a legal minister and could perform ceremonies, and with whom she had also periodically enjoyed sharing her fetishes with. So he was certainly cool about it. In addition, she had two girlfriends in attendance, and I had brought Larry along as my best man, along with another mutual friend of ours, though he was nervous and hesitant as hell when we told him we'd be wearing nothing more than bow ties at the wedding. But with the certain knowledge there would be plenty of naked available flesh to look at, whatever inhibitions or concerns he might have originally had, simply faded away.

We had picked a favorite spot of ours high up in the mountains in a beautiful meadow that was filled with wildflowers and the warmth of the midsummers sunshine. Secluded as we were, there was no fear or danger that anyone would stumble in upon us, leaving the wedding ceremony very private and very personal. It was interesting to say the least, Denise and I standing together, she in her veil, me in my bowtie, her naked attendants all holding nothing more than flowers, while Larry and Brent stood by nervously ogling all the available eye-candy.

As we'd spent nearly two years together before getting married, I had by that time gotten to know Denise better than I had ever known anyone. And I had also shared with her and learned each and every fantasy, each and every naughty decadent thought she'd ever had, or had ever done. Some of which she still hadn't explored or entertained believe it or not. And so it was that I had planned on a bit of a surprise for her, something that I knew she'd remember and enjoy.

We had just finished the ceremony, now legally wed. Larry was busily uncorking the wine we had brought with us for the celebration afterwards. The girls had spread out several large quilted blankets to sit on where we all sat, basking in the sunlight, sipping our wine and enjoying the view.

One thing that Denise had always wanted to do, but had never done as yet, was actually make love in the out of doors with an audience watching. The stage for that particular little desire was already set. I had no problem with it as we merged together there amongst our friends who watched fondly and with admiration as we pleasured one another towards orgasm. As was usually the case, I had pulled out of her just prior to climaxing, my orgasmic release splashing against her from head to toe as she lay below me, much to her delight and the delight of our friends who witnessed my copious discharge. I had spoken to Charlene, one of Denise's friend's day's earlier. I had mentioned my intentions, my hopes and grinned with delight when she assured me that not only could she satisfy my wish, but so could another friend of theirs who was also invited to the wedding. Moving off, Denise looked up towards me in curious wonder. She knew I was up to something as I quickly motioned for Charlene and Kristy to come over and stand above her.

"Ladies?" I said grinning. "If you please..."

There they stood, reaching over towards one another and began masturbating one another as they stood over her. Even Larry and Brent were caught off guard by this one, as I hadn't informed either one of them of my intentions. Nor did either of them have any clue as to what was happening either, which I figured would melt away whatever inhibitions either one of them might have had for later. Which it did.

It didn't take very long, the girls had been very much aroused most of the day anyway, and the suggestion of my idea, and knowing Denise as well as they did, kept that sexual tension on edge up until this very moment.

"For me?" Denise said grinning, knowing full well what was about to happen. Though I smiled inwardly with both Larry and Brent watching that neither one of them still had a clue.

The girls had switched from mere fingering one another, to now purposely manipulating themselves in whatever fashion or way that it took to produce the desired results. But moments later, as Charlene hard-slapped her own self, and as Kristy more furiously tended to rub her clit like a miniature cock, one after the other began to jettison little streamers of female cum-cream that sprayed out in sparkling clear fluids, almost as though Denise stood beneath the shower at home as her friends bathed her in an abundance of female nectar.

"Fucking A!" Brent exclaimed as he witnessed his first ever female ejaculation.

"You can say that again!" Larry added as he absentmindedly stood there fondling his now very erect prick.

I had figured, and hoped that with the girl's initial involvement that it would more easily pave the way for Larry and Brent to join in as well. Something as I said I had always known Denise had thought and fantasized about quite often. I wasn't sure about her minister friend, but seeing him walking over to watch, cock in hand and hard as a rock, whatever doubts I had about him melted away.

"Where would you like it?" he asked.

"Here...on this one," she said presenting her left breast. "Cover it completely for me if you would...please."

"I'll do my very best," he told her, then proceeded to shower her proffered tit with an abundance of his creamy white nectar a short time afterwards.

"Larry? Brent?" I asked, pointing down towards my wife. Neither one seemed to move all too quickly, still looking and appearing a little unsure, until Charlene joined in, grabbing Larry's cock and leading him forward.

"Allow me," she said grinning. Which he did.

Once again, it didn't take long, not with Charlene jerking my friend's cock anyway. As the minister had done to her left breast, Larry managed to cream her right one. Denise now sat with both breasts fully covered in a rich overabundance of fuck butter. As Larry and Charlene stepped back, Kristy led Brent, also by the cock towards her. Denise merely spread her legs even more fully apart, swirling her clit with her fingers as she did, giving him the perfect target for Kristy to aim at while enjoying the feel of her hand upon him along with the view of my wife's deliciously wet cunt. He was soon after squirting against her, though initially a bit wildly, though Denise didn't seem to mind. The majority of his cream landing directly against her split, much to her delight and pleasure.

"And finally..." she said grinning as I approached.

I had by now managed to work up another nice hard erection. Though it had been relatively easy after having watched everyone getting off ahead of me, especially the two girls, who'd assured me they'd do so again after I'd finished.

"Feed me his prick," Denise told her two girl friends. "Rub it all over me, all over my face, my neck, my tits."

I was only too happy to oblige, enjoying the sensation of it as first one, then the other, sometimes both of them rubbed my rock-hard erection back and forth against my wife where she sometimes sucked it, nibbling it until having it taken away. When I was ready, I announced it of course, and then Charlene placed the head of my dick against Denise's hungrily waiting mouth. The first spurt disappearing inside where she drank it, then shutting her mouth fully, allowing the second massive spurt to splash purposely against her lips, another along the side of her face, still yet another, aimed downwards against her breasts, splashing to mingle with the still slick moisture of previous spendings. As promised, Charlene and Kristy both once again placed themselves over my wife's prostate cream filled body and poured another deluge of their own brand of cum-cream upon her minutes later.

Drenched, sticky, and glistening with sticky goo, the girls now knelt down on the blanket along side her and proceeded to massage the natural lotion into her exposed flesh. Joining them, I soon did the same, delighting in the funky mixture of smells and texture of creams that lay there. To my surprise, even Larry and Brent joined us then, taking hands, legs and feet, not a single square inch of her was left un-caressed, unmassaged, un-probed, or untouched. By now Charlene and Kristy were sucking her breasts, enjoying the erotic wicked taste of my wife's tits as they devoured the mixture of cream still found there. I, devouring her split, tickling her clit, fingering her quim much to her delight as she motioned for, then proceeded to once again fondle and jack off my two friends while her minister friend fed her his cock which she hungrily devoured.