Split Slit

Split Slit

I can feel the heat burning in through the window as I stand in the kitchen and look out. Heat seems to pulse in and I feel the need for cooling down so I ferret in the freezer looking hopefully for the ice-cream but before I can find it, something makes me aware of you standing there in the doorway with that strange, expectant smile on your face and I know exactly what you wish.

"Strip!" I order and you unfasten your skirt and step out of it and then your blouse is removed to leave you in bra and panties, white and lacy and I watch as you remove them too and stand in the middle of the room on the tiled floor. I always enjoy the sight of your nakedness, the smoothness of your white skin and the contrasting darkness of your triangle of pubic hair that leads my eyes down towards your quim. I push you forward over the kitchen worktop until you are folded at the waist and then I seize a wooden spoon and start using it on your buttocks.

The sharp sound echoes round the room as the wood meets your resisting flesh and I feel the impact in my wrist. I spank the outside of your cheeks first, making them blossom into pinkness before I move slowly in until the whole expanse of your globes is a gorgeous shade of dull scarlet. I turn you round and make you stand straight and tall with your hands on your head and I watch the slow rise and fall of your breasts before me then I aim carefully and spank them gently. Your breath comes faster as the sting susurrates through you as I strike the whiteness time and time again, switching from one breast to the other at irregular intervals before I start on your nipples. The first blow across the delicate areola causes you to whimper softly and then you steel yourself and I have to spank you harder to elicit a response again...a slow hiss that is squeezed out of you by the harsh wood striking your tender nipple fully.

Your thighs are next-the front for a change suffering from my wooden spoon as I wield it carefully to produce a flowering of crimson in your flesh as I work down towards your knees and then inwards, making you part your legs wider and wider for me. Upwards is my next move and you squeal again as the spoon strikes your labia, stinging the tenderest flesh of your body with its harshness and you stretch upwards on your toes in a vain attempt to escape from the agony that rides into you. Ten strokes kiss your softness, swelling the folds as they meet their dampness and then I stop and order you to lie on the floor. Cool tiles caress your back and buttocks as I turn back to the freezer and this time locate the ice-cream successfully in its tub. I place the container on your stomach and feel you flinch away from the cold then I go and search for the melon baller, a useless gadget normally but now about to be put to good use! I can see the quizzical expression in your eyes as I display it to you and then I remove the lid from the ice-cream and scoop out the first ball of best Cornish, yellow and creamy and freezing cold.

Removing the ice-cream container from your belly, I see the realisation dawn as I instruct you to roll back and hold your legs wide apart for me and I sense the anticipatory shiver that runs through you. I rest the metal scoop against your thigh and you wriggle a little then it moves up to your pussy lips and slips inside and I press the little lever that makes the ball of ice-cream fall out. Your eyes go wide in shock as the cold little ball falls into your warmth and then more follow as fast as I can until at least twelve little creamy blobs are deep inside you.

I remove my clothes and free my cock so that it bobs up, head gleaming and ready in the shards of sunlight then I kneel and place it against your dampness. The purple glans pushes slowly inside you, opening your petals and then I feel the chill of the ice-cream encase me before the warmth of your body. I slide in and out gently as the solid balls of ice-cream begin to melt and turn to liquid, lubricating my shaft as it thrusts in and out. Speckled sun dapples our bodies, flickering shadows across the tiles as time stills with me inside you, rocking back and forth while your tight pussy walls grip me and clench me. I put my weight fully on you, driving my cock in up to the hilt and lean forward and kiss you softly on the lips. I thrust in and out gently then harder as the ice-cream sloshes around my shaft until I feel you gasp beneath me and your pussy clenches me tighter as I stroke my fingers over the prominent swelling of your clitoris. A wave of ecstasy shakes you against me and I feel myself respond as my glans bulges and my seed spills out into your quim in thick spurts, sucked out by your gripping walls.

A minute floats by marked by the harsh ticking of the kitchen clock high up on the wall as our breathing stills and then I withdraw, watching the yellowy cream slip off my shaft and drip onto your thighs and then your stomach as I straddle you. I edge higher and higher until my glans is against your pretty red lips and then I feed you a big scoop of fresh, frozen ice-cream as you open obediently. My cockhead follows and I am torn between ecstasy and agony as the cold bites and fights against the moist warmth of your mouth. Your tongue laps at me, licking my shaft clean and then tickles down my ball sac making me shiver before I withdraw and leave you for a moment.

I return with a banana and peel it while standing over you and then I bend down and press the creamy flesh against your pinkness. It slips in easily, swallowed up by your labia until only the very tip remains then that too vanishes. It reappears a few moments later and I watch in fascination as you move it in and out of yourself using your internal muscles. Then I fetch a bowl and make you squat over it and we wait as the creamy liquid trickles steadily from you and the banana suddenly pops out and splashes down into the bowl.

I am hard again from the sight and the thought and I dip my fingers into the ice-cream and sperm mixture and order you onto all fours before I coat the tight ring of your rectum. It pulses gently against my fingers as they rub in the slippery cream and then they slip inside easily, parting the pucker and feeling the dank warmth surround them. They slide in and out as you work your bottom back and forth onto them, opening yourself further as my cock gets harder at the sight of your everted ring. I remove my fingers and wipe them on your red cheeks then press my throbbing glans against your waiting hole and push slowly. I feel your flesh part around me ever so slowly as the ring resists at first and then it pops and I slide in and still my shaft as I feel your body quiver with expectation. I tip some of the ice-cream, now half-melted, from the tub onto your back and watch it slide down into your anal groove and then I feel it bathe my flesh in cooling balm before it drips down between your legs and pools on the tiles.

You pick up the banana and suck it in a parody of fellatio as I ease in further, grasping your hips tightly and pulling you back against me. Slow and careful at first and then faster and harder as your tightness opens up and I can feel your membranes grip my shaft like a velvet glove as you begin to eat the fruit, tasting your own body and mine mixed in with the taste of the ice-cream. I stroke the swollen bud of your clit, flick it with my fingers then rub it hard and then tickle it gently as my cock slides in and out of your bottom. Thirty times then forty and I feel you writhe against me, clenching my prick hard with your spongy walls as you come, a crescendo bursting inside you and flooding through your body as I join you. My hot sperm slides into you, slithering deep into your bowels as you quiver again and again beneath me until I am emptied and bereft.

Minutes pass as I recover my strength and wonder whether I, too, need a banana split to rebuild my strength!