Hey! So I recently got a new job and moved to a new city and don't get me wrong I'm very grateful... but ya girl's stressed, exhausted, and a little bit lonely. Do you have any advice and/or a funny story to help me through the week?
last night, sam went upstate and took his little nieces and nephews out trick-or-treating. naturally, steve and nat and i went with him, to help establish him as “The Coolest Uncle Ever: Even Better Than Uncle Terry, Who Is A Cool Cop And Always Smells Like Vanilla.” or at least, that’s why nat and steve went. i just went to heckle sam.
(as an aside: the dawning realization that i experienced when sam’s sister’s kids came running at him, yelling “Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam!” was incredible. Uncle Sam hangs out with Captain America. perfect. )
anyway, sam has–i think–six nieces and nephews. i think. they kept running around and it was hard to count. also, there may have been twins. i’m not sure about that–it may have been one child who kept changing costumes. it made me very grateful that i only ever had to look after steve and becca.
the youngest of the little monsters was named seth. seth was three and a half, which he would proudly indicate with his pudgy little fingers whenever prompted. and sometimes without prompting. this was seth’s first halloween. as per sam’s family tradition, seth was decked out in a worn green dinosaur onesie, which came included with dino-face hood and very plush tail. every one of the kids wore it at some point, and after tessa’s (age 7) discovery that dinosaurs had feathers, it now includes a few dozen white feathers sewn onto the ends of the sleeves and tail.
seth was delighted with this. he spent most of the pre-trick-or-treating time running around growling at people.
when all the kids were ready to go, sam’s sister lined them up next to the door and dished out the rules: stay in a group, don’t leave anyone behind, don’t go into anyone’s house, etc. we adults were told that the kids were allowed to run along the sidewalks, but had to wait with an adult at the end of each block. when she’d gotten confirmations from the whole group, she opened the door and they went roaring out like a stampede of very tiny bison. we followed after.
the group veered left right out the door. the house is in a suburb, nice and well lit and very safe, so we let them get a little distance on us. seth was at the back of the pack: his little dino-head tipped down for the charge, pudgy arms and legs pumping like a locomotive, tail like a rudder behind him.
the rest of the kids charged up the next door neighbor’s driveway. head down, seth kept going.
the rest of the group got their candy and bolted towards the next house, easily overtaking the little dino that could.
unsure what was happening, steve and sam and nat and I waited at the end of the block. the oldest kids got to us first and compared their loot while we waited. seth pulled up soon after, having eliminated the going-up-to-houses stage and gained ground on the middle children. when he caught sight of the other kid’s candy, he was visibly confused.
sam got down on his level and asked what was up.
apparently, a misunderstanding had occurred. seth believed that halloween was a race, and the winners got bags full of candy. no one had actually explained the whole getting-candy-from-strangers part to him.
seth was devastated that he’d missed a whole block’s worth of loot, so steve scooped him up piggyback and took off at a dead run, which is pretty impressive. i once saw steve outrun a horse. he and seth went full-out. by the time the rest of the kids had gathered with the rest of us, steve had re-done the whole block. and he only jumped three cars to do it in time.
seth’s candy bag was rapidly filled by the neighbors, who managed to stop gaping long enough to extend their candy bowls. seth himself barely noticed, as he was too busy clinging to steve’s hair and shrieking.
tessa was very jealous, and commandeered me as a steed for the next block. the rest of the kids quickly demanded the same from nat and sam. (sam’s “i do what he does, only slower” was not a great selling point for the kids, who wanted to go faster, sam.)
so we spend the rest of the evening doing piggy-back halloween speedruns.
Okay so, where do I even start? We had our first cuckcake
experience since August 2016, a year and a couple of months. It was with the
sexy close circle friend I told you guys about. We talked about it a couple
days prior and set up the date. She told us what she was into it, what she
liked – and it matched our likes, to the T. She’s into DD/LG (Daddy Dom/Little
Girl) submissive, taking orders, rough sex, basically being a good girl :)
Normally the day of I’m anxious, but not this time. I felt
more excited than nervous, more impatient. Maybe it was because I wanted her so
badly myself too. I wanted to cum watching her please Gary, I wanted to
experience her body, I wanted it all and I wanted it now. I couldn’t keep my
hands off my pussy, or Gary. I planned on not cumming the day of, but that didn’t
work out so well. I couldn’t help myself twice, the thoughts, the images, mmm….
We went and picked her up, around 7:30 we got back to the
house. We talked the whole car ride home, there wasn’t one bit of awkwardness,
thankful to her really – she kept the conversation flowing. She’s so bubbly,
and bouncy, and beautiful. The atmosphere was very Mommy, Daddy, and little
girl like, a couple of, “I’m a good girl, see!” and “Good girl”s were thrown
around. Honestly, she normally acts like a little girl, Gary is very dominate,
and I’m submissive to him, and dominate to others – so it was a little bit more
than just an roleplay – sexually it’s who we are. It’s what made the whole
experience, man it was amazing.
We got the bottle, a couple shot glasses, some whatchamacallit
and headed upstairs. Just having her in our bedroom, knowing what was coming –
my panties were soaking wet already. We all did a shot together, and turned
some music on. Gary watched from the bed as we danced. I touched her body, she
touched mine – all over. We kissed, there was craving when we danced, passion
in our fingers – it was deep. Gary joined in from behind her, there was tongues
and hands and boobs and moans and grinds – At one point me and Gary locked eyes
and we both just smiled. You know when someone does something nice and you have
no words, and all you can do it smile and the emotions comes through that way,
it was that kind of smile for me. I was in bliss.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed her on the bed and climbed
on top of her, apparently, she wanted me just as bad because she got my shorts
off somehow, got me on my back, and started to devour my pussy. She licked
every inch, had her fingers going in and out of me like she’d be dying for this
to happen. She climbed back on top of me, my hands were all over here – we couldn’t
stop kissing. I felt Gary’s dick enter me…mmmmm – that was different. She was
so short he couldn’t reach her hole, so she moved down some for him. She was on
top of me, I was on my back…and he was fucking her from behind. Need I say
bliss, again? Her moans were so close to my face, I could see every facial
expression my husband’s cock was giving her. I was squeezing her nipples, and
rubbing every inch of her body I could reach. Within about 30 seconds I heard, “Did
you just squirt on me?” answered with, “mayyybeee” I could see Gary’s boxers
were all wet, and I just got even wetter. I eventually wiggled out from under
her because I wanted to see Gary’s dick going inside of her. I was surprised
when she started to finger my ass, but of course, a pleasant surprise 😊
Gary flipped her over on her back and we both went to town.
We were eating her out at the same time, making out with her pussy,
#dreamteam-ing it. It was amazing, in these experiences he’s my husband yes,
but I also feel a very very strong best friend connection. It’s bonding, it’s
fun, it’s exciting, it’s memories made – it’s happiness. He sat up and started
to fuck her, I continued to work on her pussy. I love feeling his body hit the
side of my face every single thrust, I love how submissive it makes me feel to
him – it makes ME feel like a good girl, too 😊
No point of this night was not rough. It was reckless, and
savage, and passionate. We flipped around in every which way you could imagine 3
people could be. It went on for hours, and hours, and hours…6 hours actually.
There was points where she needed a break and it would be just me and Gary. We
didn’t stop fucking but we did talk. We talked about how amazing it was going,
how fun it was, how we’re each doing. There was points where Gary had to pee
and it was just me and her. We didn’t stop fucking either. First time I’ve ever
scissored a girl, first time I’ve ridden a pussy with my pussy, first time I’ve
used toys on a girl – a lot of first times for me.
MY NOTEABLE MY CUCKCAKE CREAM!!!! After a couple hours in
Gary sat her body on top of mine, and pussy right in my face. I knew it was
coming, because Gary and I talked about it prior and he knew this was the way I
wanted it the first time. I was…man I don’t even know how to describe it. I was
just laying there with the most up-close view of him ravaging her. I could feel
every movement of his, I knew it was coming, he was so close. The moans got
louder, the thrust got harder and I heard, “Are you ready for daddy’s cum?” She
moaned, “Yes I am daddy, yesss I am daddy” I see it leak out, it clung to her
pussy but was going up towards her clit. It didn’t have a chance of reaching it’s
destination, as soon as I seen it come out I closed my eyes, opened my mouth
and started eating. Gary was finished and backed off. I wanted it all. I moved
behind her and licked anything I could have missed, but nothing. I wanted more.
I sucked her pussy hole, and felt my mouth feeling up. It was still so warm,
and I could taste them both…my very first cuckcake cream. My body really tingled,
I felt something physically – it was really heaven.
We took a short break after that, but once me and her got
back at it – we were all back at it. This one wasn’t so notably long, but still
– lots of time spent. He finished with her on her back this time and of course
I was right there to clean up. I’ve learned eating cuckcake cream is definitely
one of my favorite parts about being a cuckquean, sexually.
Afterwards, I needed aftercare – but I learned. I learned
experiences that run too long are harder on my emotions. It’s a lot to deal
with all at once – because it was so amazing, it was harder on me.
All in all, my favorite experience. We did more with this
girl in one night we’ve done with all our cuckcakes. It was so comfortable, and
easy. It was amazing, and I can’t wait to do it again 😊