One of my favourite porn features, is the creampie clean up.  It seems to have become very popular amongst amateurs, but it has been around for much longer in pro porn.  I always intended to try it, certainly my sexy wife Sue would have had no objection.  But always, after my orgasm, the urge went away.

Sue had no such hangups and was always ready and willing to suck my cock clean after a fuck, whichever hole it had been in.  During the Leon period, she had performed the same service for him.

I knew how my cum tasted, in my formative years, I experimented.  I suspect most young men's do.  Since then, it had been accidental.  Sometimes if my cock was not tucked safely away in one of Sue's always available holes, for example if I was wanking or being wanked, spunk went on my face.  Either I licked it off or Sue did.  But to deliberately lick it, even from Sue's lovely tits, had always been a perversion too far.  That changed.

I had been away from home for several days on a very rare business trip to Scotland.  During that time, I had not ejaculated.  On the first night alone in the hotel, I had found the hotel porn channel and settled down to watch, cock in hand.  I had chosen a cumshot compilation.  I edged, not wanting to come too soon, envying the sight and sound of fit young studs emptying their balls onto the luscious bodys of pornstars.  I made my mind up that when I got home, I would treat Sue to a cum shower, then at last, lick her clean.

I turned off the TV and read a book about the wars of the Roses instead.  For five nights, I saved it for Sue.  I left early on the Friday morning, by train, with busting balls.  Sue was in for a treat.  I had phoned her to tell her my time of arrival and she took the afternoon off.

 She was waiting for me, dressed only in her kimono, as anxious to put an end to our celibacy as I was.  I didn't unpack, we went straight upstairs to fuck.  After a lot of kissing and groping, I went down and licked her cunt till she came, then fed my cock into her hungry cunt.

There was no way that it could be a long, drawnout fuck, my balls were desperate for release.  I suppose that I am no different to anybody else in that my ejaculations vary from a few watery drops, though a thick lava like steady flow, to something like the fountain in Manchester's Trafford centre.  And I  never know which it is going to be.  But if ever I was going to have big one, surely it had to be after saving it for so long?

So when I felt it coming, I pulled out and finished by hand, pointing my pressurised prong at Sue's tits.  It surprised us both, she was coated from neck to cunt with thick streaks of man sauce.  It was now or never.  Before I could bottle out yet again, I licked it off.  Starting with her neck and working my way down, I licked her clean.  And while I was in the region, I sucked Sue off again. 

When she had recovered, she said;

"You'd better go away more often."

And then;

"It's a pity that you pulled out though, or you could have eaten it from my cunt."

I promised that next time, I would.  I meant it, the taboo had been broken.  I wanted more.  The opportunity came that same day when we went to bed.  Sue sucked my cock, mustering the dregs that had failed to launch during my super-erruption, and the stuff newly produced since, ready for my second coming.  Then it was my turn. I sucked her cunt until she came, then fed my throbbing cock into her and began what was to be a long, sensuous coupling.

I was able to control things better this time and we fucked in several positions.  It was Sue's suggestion that I came with her on top, then she would queen me, allowing my to get my own back.  She had sensed that I might not go through with sucking my cum out of her, this way, I would not be given the choice.

If anything, it made my cock even harder.  I wanted this.  But I wanted Sue to come with me.   I did something that always triggers her orgasm.  With my cock still pounding up into her cunt, I insinuated a finger into her arsehole.  She screamed in delight and came powerfully, as her spasming cunt clasped my cock, I flooded her with spunk.

But her orgasm didn't distract her from her plan to feed me.  She lifted herself off my softening cock and walked on her knees so that she straddled my face.  Drops of our combined juice clung to her cuntlips, some hanging by silvery threads.  My late supper.

I threaded my arms between her parted thighs and placed a hand on each buttock, pulling her down to my face, opening my mouth wide so that I could enclose her dripping hole.  There, I had done it.  The mixture was warm, salty and tasty.  Why had I waited so long for this?  As a byproduct of me scouring her to find every drop, Sue came yet again.

She rolled off and lay panting by my side.  I licked my lips.  She  said simply;

"Good?"

"Mixed with your flavour, yes."

I replied.  She laughed and said;

"I like it as it comes, straight from the dispenser.  You should bottle it and sell it."

So cleanups became part of our increasing sex repertoire.  Not every time, only if I felt able to go again.  I even sucked it from her arse after I had sodomised that particularly tasty morsel.  Perverted?  Some might think so, but I had always enjoyed rimming her, and she me.  I like to think of  cleanups as sexual maturity.  Back in my twenties I would never of contemplated it.  But back then, I didn't like blue cheese and full bodied red wine either.  Tastes mature.