Cream Pie Sunday Was My New Favorite Game! – #Erotica

Cream Pie Sunday was off to a perfect start and an even better finish!

My boyfriend and I had just moved in together and were still in that can’t get enough of each other “honeymoon phase.”  There was really nothing like it as far as I was concerned.  To celebrate it, I decided to invent a little game called Cream Pie Sunday, where I would get as many cream pies from him as he could give me.  We were both off work on Sundays and typically spent the day with each other, just lying around or doing whatever we felt like.  I loved the beginning phase of a relationship, where a guy could go and go and have very little rebound time in between. This was the inspiration for my game, and the fact that I loved it when he pumped me full of his cum. I did worry about the day when the number of times he would fill me up would dwindle, but I tried to live in the moment and enjoy what was happening in the here and now. As the sun poked in through the curtains, I rubbed my eyes and began to awaken, still naked in my boyfriend’s arms from the night before.

“Good morning! Happy Cream Pie Sunday!” I said with a little laugh as I gave him a small kiss and headed down under the sheets to greet his morning wood with my lips. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair, enjoying the sensation of my slow passionate kisses on his cockhead and shaft. “Let’s get game day started off right,” I said in a sexy voice as I closed my mouth around him and began sliding my head up and down, pushing him deeply to the back of my throat with each thrust into my mouth. He began pumping his hips to match the movements of my head and mouth, working himself in and out at a more rapid speed.  It was so much fun waking him up to a morning blowjob, especially when he had no idea that it was going to have a surprise ending. As I worked his shaft with my mouth and hands, I felt that intense hardening sensation that told me he was close to exploding for me. “Ah ahhh!” I said, kissing the tip of his cock and taking my mouth away. When I interrupted him, he gasped a frustrated breath of air, about to ask why and beg me not to stop like this.  “It’s Cream Pie Sunday! Not cum in my mouth Monday!” I said, giggling as I climbed on top of him and lowered my soaked pussy down onto him.  He smiled with relief as I began to use my pussy to finish what my mouth started.

“You know what I need. I need every…load…you have…to give…deep inside my pussy!” I said, pausing with each jerking motion of my hips against him between my words.  All at once, he grabbed my hips and pushed down on them to get himself as deep inside as he could go. He could no longer hold back. I moaned and began cumming along with him as I felt his long, hard rod bending slightly with each pump of hot cum that burst out for me.  My thighs shook with intense muscle quivers that rippled up my legs and in between. As I worked it all out of him, I threw my body forward, landing on his chest to catch my breath along with him.  “And that is Cream Pie number 1!” I said, laughing and kissing the tip of his nose before sliding off to lay next to him in his arms. “Did you like my little wake-up surprise?” I asked playfully as I ran my fingers through his chest hair. “You know I love everything you do for me, babe,” he replied with a smile.

I pulled on a white t-shirt with no panties and headed to the kitchen to make pancakes. Breakfast was the next thing on the agenda, and a sweet, buttery stack sounded just perfect after that little workout!  We laughed and ate playfully together before jumping into the shower in each other’s arms.  We washed each other’s backs and fronts and kissed like new lovers under the warm stream of the shower.  And like most showers together, my boyfriend could not resist bending me over and sliding in from behind. He gripped my ass and pressed his hardness in between my spread cheeks. He slid in deeply, sending me wincing and moaning in pleasure to the extreme depth he achieved this way.  I cried out as his hard cock penetrated me rapidly, the warm water splashing on our bodies as his pumps grew faster and harder.  Bent over never lasted long with him; he just couldn’t take the view of my beautiful ass as his cock disappeared in and out of me.  Within about ten deep pumps, I felt that telltale sign as he hardened and swelled more inside me.  He gripped my hips once again and began crying out with every burst from his cock. As the warm water ran down my body, his hot, sticky load dripped down my inner thighs. I loved it! “Mm, cream pie number 2!” I said, standing upright and spinning toward him to give him a thank-you kiss.

We took a little after-breakfast nap, and upon waking, he kissed me and said, “Ready for cream pie number three? Because I’m ready to give it to you,” before opening my thighs and lying down in between them.  “But first, I’d like a little taste,” he whispered before his mouth closed around me. My back arched, and my hips began to slowly pump up and down against his flicking tongue. As I grew closer to cumming in his mouth, I gripped the back of his head to pull him tightly onto me. My body jerked, and I squirted directly into his mouth as I came. “Very nice!” He said as he brought himself up to me for a kiss. As his lips hit mine, his cock entered my pussy and began to pump and thrust in and out instantly. My hips worked back and forth against him, grinding my pussy and clit into his pelvis as he fucked me. I held onto him.  I loved this man so much, and every moment he spent inside me was sheer bliss!

“That’s it, cum for me. Cum for me one more time.” He whispered with his lips close to mine as encouraged my orgasmic contractions to milk his cock. “You like that when my pussy squeezes that cock of yours so tight, don’t you?” I asked breathlessly as I began giving him precisely what we both wanted.  Just then, he gave me the same thing. “I’m cumming,” he cried out as he held me tightly and emptied everything in him deep inside me. “So perfect,” I said in a sexy voice, kissing him as he finished.  “And now we have cream pie number three to add to Cream Pie Sunday!” he said, rolling over to hold me from behind.  We spent the following hours of the day playing video games, napping, and then taking a little walk in the park. It was simply magical as everything with him was.  The hours gave him plenty of time to reload, and soon bedtime approached.  It was time to put Cream Pie Sunday to rest until next week, and I hoped for one more to make it an even four!  Wishes always came true with him, and this was no different.

I loved sex with my boyfriend any time of day, but bedtime sex was special and was always my favorite. Something was to be said about falling into a deep sleep next to him after being together so closely. He crawled into bed and smiled as he brushed the long, dark hair away from my eyes. “You know how much I love you?” He asked as he leaned in close to kiss me deeply. “I want to make love to you one last time today and show you just how much,” he added, slipping a hand over my erect nipples and giving them each a little squeeze. I gasped with a pleasure-filled smile on my face as the tingling sensations caused a gush of wetness in my pussy.  “We always have to end Cream Pie Sunday with one last dose of cum for my baby,” he said as he climbed on top one more time. “Yes!” I exclaimed as his cock parted my pussy lips and slid back inside. “I want you to fill me up again so much!” I cried out as I welcomed his deep, satisfying thrusts inside.

In the most magical twisting and turning of our bodies, he gave me multiple orgasms before it was time for him to have his. As he rocked back and forth on top of me, we kissed and held each other close. And soon, his warmth was filling me one more time. “And there’s number four,” he whispered with a kiss goodnight, sending us both into sleepy perfection.