Interracial Creampie

Real Interracial CreampieSnowball time! She always tells me how good he (and I, loyal wife that she is) tastes, and I can find no fault with her judgement. We shared the contents of her mouth until an interracial creampie had all been swallowed, while Mario captured several photos.

However, that's not the event I most wanted to share with the others. By Saturday morning, just before we had to leave our love nest, within the short time we'd spent together Ginger had enjoyed four intense orgasms, three of them from the talented tongue of Mario. My participation in his efforts had been to let Ginger suck on my cock or balls and to pinch her nipples while Mario was adroitly licking her clit and humming at different pitches to add a vibrator effect as he finger-fucked her pussy and ass per her requests.

Four orgasms within thirty-six hours is more than a lot for Ginger. Her orgasms leave her as depleted and in need of recharging as they do any man. But with two men constantly lusting after and adoring her, even on Saturday her libido was craving one more for the road.

Sweet Interracial CreampieGinger's pussy was full of interracial creampie from an earlier orgasm of mine that had occurred while Ginger had cleaned Mario's cum-clotted cock just above my upturned eyes following our soul-satisfying double-dicking of her greedy gash. So when I bent to her sweet pussy as she lay on her back, and started with small kisses, then moved on to lazy explorations of its humid inner folds and petals, I noticed the taste was not quite hers alone. In fact, as I sucked gently on her clit, a steady flow of our interracial creampie emanated from her insides and passed through her soft wet bush to my tongue, tickling my palate.

Around this time Mario noticed that I had put Ginger's legs together - a sure sign that she was building up to an orgasm - and started french kissing her. As time went on I increased the speed of my tongue action on her clit, adding a finger in her pussy and ass holes. Between what Mario had to say and Ginger's vocalisms, I could tell when he put his cock in her mouth, when she moved on to sucking on his balls and eventually when she started licking his ass.

The four minute mark - Ginger's usual maximum for an orgasm on my tongue - came and went several times over, as she strained to defeat the physiology that usually restricted her to one orgasm per day. Time and again she approached the brink, only to fall back as her clit went numb.

Fantastic Interracial CreampieMario, however, was pushed over the edge by feeling my wife's tongue avidly licking and penetrating his ass. With a hoarse cry, he pulled away from her tongue and spilled a last load into her mouth. Stuck at my post so far from this action, I was tempted to lift my head and witness her eagerly receiving the creamy contents of his balls into her mouth, but something told me this was the time to keep lashing her clit with my own tongue.

Sure enough, even before Mario had squeezed the last of his DNA into Ginger's feverishly sucking mouth, her orgasm rose in her clit, spread through her pussy to the rest of interracial creampie, and expressed itself in screams and roars that must have amused if not amazed the cleaning maids I suspect were gathered in the hall outside our hotel room. I clung to her genitals through the storm, caressing her clit with my tongue until I could tell it had become too sensitive, then dove happily down to her well to extract its last remaining interracial creampie.