Creampie Art 

It has taken longer than I expected, and yet the reward makes the time
spent worthwhile. I have labored and now it is nearly time to taste
the fruits.

My lover was directed to get on her knees on the bed. In the past,
this meant that she would be sodomized, and recently it meant that we
would perhaps try a little doggy-style fucking. Today it meant
neither. And both.

She was surprised when I told her to put her face on the mattress and
grab her ankles. I retrieved the plastic cling wrap and bound her
hands to her ankles, requiring her to remain in that position. Then I
got the core from the roll of fabric that she had set aside. This is
like a longer, stronger paper-towel core and we had always intended to
use it as a spreader bar, but never had. Until now.

I directed her to spread her knees as far apart as comfortable, then
wrapped the roll to her legs so as to prevent her from bringing her
knees together. She was now in a very stable position, and quite
helpless besides. We both like her that way.

The one final item was the wiffle ball gag. My lover suffers from a
slight phobia of having something in her mouth. But a year of patient
and loving work--largely her effort to overcome this fear, bless her,
by allowing me to throatfuck her--had paid off. Although slightly
disturbed, she still was able to let me put the golfball-sized wiffle
ball in her mouth and tie the threaded string behind the back of her
head so that she couldn't spit it out.

Using the plastic wrap instead of rope did two things. First, it
didn't require the time necessary for proper rope work. It was fast
and efficient. Second, it suited the avant garde feeling I wanted.
Being wrapped in green plastic wrap was unusual, and the camera would
love it.

Yes, the camera. Now that she was bound and helpless, I set up the
camera. It is my digital SLR with the new 85mm f/1.8 lens, perfect for
sharp pictures in semi-light. The heavy tripod I use allows longer
exposures. In short, my lover was going to be the perfect subject for
my newest hobby: erotic art photography.

To be honest, she doesn't quite approve of me taking pictures of her.
I am not sure if she doesn't trust me to share her face with the
world, or if she is modest about her body, but it is probably some of
both. However, it is something I want to do, and if I have to
immobilize her to do it, well... it is worth it. This time, she didn't
complain, perhaps because of the gag in her mouth.

Of course, the photography was secondary to making her cum a lot.
That's always my main objective with my lover. I adore how she cums,
and making the woman I love orgasm is just wonderful. To that end,
after I took several test "before" shots, I got to the serious
business of her pleasure.

I know where she keeps her sextoys, and I found the two that I wanted.
One is a Japanese style high-tech toy, the sort where the body
wriggles and twists with the addition of a little animal clit-tongue.
You can insert the toy deep, and the clit-tongue wriggles against her
pleasure nub. My lover apparently likes complicated toys a lot, since
she got this one to replace an older version. For today, I was most
interested in its girth: it is a rather fat toy.

The other toy I wanted was the "ripple stick". This is like a
policeman's baton, a large rubber phallus with a handle. However, it
also adds deep ripples along the shaft, so that your opening is
fluttered when you pump in and out. As an aside, this toy was
originally one of mine to use on myself. Its usefulness in anal sex is
therefore well known to me.

My randy lover keeps the lube next to her bed. Taking it, I approached
her loins, intending to violate her right away. However, her pussy was
hot and wet, and needed licking. Cursing myself for my weakness, I
moved in and slid my tongue into her "camel toe" pussy, splitting her
inner lips and the source of her moisture. I slid my tongue in and
out, listening to her muffled moans and feeling her fight her
restraints. I couldn't tell who enjoyed it more, her or I.

Then I slid my tongue up and massaged her anus. Immediately, her moans
dropped two octaves to a deep low rumble. She loves having her ass
eaten, and I like doing it. In fact, one of the wonderful things about
her is that she always is prepared for anal sex. Each time I come
over, she is cleaned out and ready to be reamed. As much as her
current and previous moans told me how she likes anal sex, her
continual preparedness spoke even louder. Who would be constantly
prepared for taboo sex if they didn't love it?

Finally, my mind overcame my passion, and I went back to Plan A. I
squirted some of the lube onto her asshole, and let it drip into her
pussy. That certainly warranted a photograph. Then I began pressing
the lube into her pussy, just to be sure. When I penetrated her cunt,
I found I needn't have bothered lubing her there: she was soaking wet.

I worked the fancy toy into her pussy, and set it to hum deeply and to
wriggle around. My lover's torso began to flex, as she wanted to fuck
it. I like it when she actively pursues a fucking, and gave her what
she wanted. Slowly I slid the toy in and out, measuring my tempo
because I was going to be doing that for a long time and I didn't want
to tire out.

Although it was awkward, I used my free hand to slide a finger into
her ass. It took all my dexterity and concentration to corkscrew my
finger while doing the same with the toy in her canal. I am always
amazed to feel how thin the membrane is between her pussy and ass. I
could easily feel the toy throbbing and wriggling inside her with the
finger in her backside.

I soon discovered why she likes the fancy toy: it massages her
insides. I think my lover is blessed with an abundance of vaginal
nerves. She might even have a gargantuan g-spot. When finger fucking
her, I can usually feel a huge bladder swelling inside her, far bigger
than the pea-sized gland that books describe the g-spot as being. If I
massage this bladder, she becomes orgasmic. I dunno exactly what it
is, but we enjoy her having it, and the toy must massage it very well.
Soon she was cumming with the toy inside her and my finger sliding in
and out. She was off to the races, because further orgasms would come
even easier.

I let her calm down a little, then squirted lube into her
semi-stretched anus. Now it was time for the ripple stick. It is a
little larger in diameter than my cock, and far longer. As I inserted
it in her, she began shallow breathing as if coping with the
stretching and penetration. I loved her enough to keep going, burying
it into her anus. As she was now, her asshole was tight enough that
the ripple stick stayed inside without me holding it, looking like a
ludicrous flesh-colored tail. Time for another picture.

Now began the most tedious period: the extended double fucking.
Checking the clock, I saw I had fifteen minutes to create two gaping
holes. To that end, I slowly pumped in and out of her pussy and ass,
sensitive to any changes in her reaction. She came several times, and
finally just wilted. She was tired, but wasn't uncomfortable. I added
lube as needed, and kept going.

The end game happened rather quickly, all things considered. I took
many photographs with the toys inside her, then more with both out. I
set the self-timer and watched until it was about to take the
photograph, then pulled the toys out so that she was gaping open, as
much as possible. Her pussy was incredibly wet and pink, and her
asshole was a dark wet cave. What fantastic pictures.

I removed the wiffle ball gag, and told her she was almost done. She
complained a little about being tired, especially her jaw. But she
wasn't sore. I smiled, because while I was using her, I didn't want to
harm her. I love her, after all. I assured her I would be done just as
soon as I came in her ass.

I used some creative plastic wrapping to hold the fancy toy in her
pussy. Then I pulled out the ripple stick and sank into her ass. I
could feel the vibrations clearly from her pussy. I soon got
dangerously close to my own orgasm. I delayed it long enough to get
some self-timed pictures of my cock in various degrees of penetration.

All that time had been spent preparing for now, when I could cum. Now
it is time that I used her for my own pleasure.

I didn't last long. I had been hard for almost an hour, longing to
fuck her sweet ass as I intended. The toy was throbbing deeply inside
her, massaging my prick. My lover was now cooing at me, telling me to
fuck her hard, cum in her, assfuck her, give it to her deep. Oh wow.

I realized that I need to invest in a remote shutter release. I
couldn't set the timer to go off when I did, so I missed that decisive
moment. Dang. But that was only part of my mind. The other part was
focused on cumming in my lover, and out of her too.

As I begin to erupt, I pull out so that only my head is inside for the
first pleasurable squirt. The first is always the best, and I wanted
to do that inside the woman I love. For the others, I pull all the way
out and shoot load after load into her gaping hole. I laugh, because
there is just so much semen! If you've seen the cover picture of my
group, you'll know how much I can give up, and this time it is an even
larger load. My lover claims that I am a heavy cummer, and I never
thought I was, but there is no denying.

I did retain my wits, and rapidly prepared for the final pictures. I
remove the dildo from her cunt, just as the fudgepie begins to drip
down. I get many great photos of the cum draining out of her ass and
down into her gaping pussy. I stage the last pictures, pinching her
outer lips shut so that they would be covered in glorious white goo.
My lover doesn't want a gangbang, but the staged pictures look like
she has enjoyed one.

Finally, we are done. I remove the plastic wrap and she collapses onto
her side. I lay next to her, holding her as she stretches out her
legs. She tells me she hopes I am happy, and I said I am. I'll send
her the pictures, but that I am keeping them for an exhibition or a
coffee table book. They are art.

I also tell her that my next project is "nature pictures." She laughs,
and said it'd be a cold day in hell before she lets me take sex
pictures of her outdoors. I laugh too, but grab the wiffle ball gag
symbolically. Her eyes go wide with understanding, but we kiss like
the lovers we are.