Creampie Movies

"Don't ask me why," I answered, "but the more I loved creampie movies, the more excited I would be."

‘That's amazing," Jane said. "You're serious."

"I'm serious." I had to describe in graphic detail what I liked best–my dick sliding into the freshly fucked pussy of the woman I loved. When she asked if I'd ever done it, I bit the bullet and answered truthfully: "Yes. My girlfriend my first year of college."

"Whose cum was in her?"

"Two of my fraternity brothers'."

Jane raised in the bed and turned, facing me. "Tell it."

"What? The creampie movies?"

"Yes, tell it."

"You sure?"

"Every detail. Tell the creampie movies."

"Ok, here goes. Now, don't you get mad at me."

"I won't. I promise."

"Ok. . . . One night we were all in my room after a party–too much beer. We were dancing, me and her to something slow. The guys were on the couch watching and drinking more beer. One of them said, "Hey, Harve, give us a turn."

"I said, ‘Sure,' and he got up from the couch and took my place. I sat down in a chair near the couch. The dance started getting sexy."

"And you liked such creampie movies?" Jane asked.

"Yes. It was the sexiest thing among the creampie movies I'd ever see. The guy on the couch liked it too because he was rubbing his dick. The song ended, and I liked what I was watching so much I played the song again. The guy she was dancing with sat down and the other guy got up. First thing I know his hands are on her butt and they're kissing as they dance. That was so exciting I almost came in my pants."