“I have a treat for you,” she told me first thing when we woke up. She directed me to only work a half-day and rush home. I rushed home at lunch to find a sex-kitten vision in a tight tank top and mini-skirt, along with a long wet kiss. My immediate fondling move was rebuked as she ushered me to our shower upstairs. She told me to strip, and to wash. Not waiting for the water to warm, I hopped in and soaped up a sponge. Shannon sat on the edge of the vanity, raised her skirt and gently stroked herself as I watched through the clear glass of the shower stall. My cock swelled as I lathered it.
“Make sure you clean that ass big boy,” she said as she smiled and sucked a wet finger into her mouth. I turned, bent at the waist, and gave her one of her favorite shows.
With soapy hands I washed my shaved balls, crack and hole, making sure to push a finger slowly in and out of my backdoor. “Oh you naughty boy, you better not make yourself cum yet.”
I sank to me knees, determined to give her a show she’ll thoroughly enjoy. “Oh no you don’t, on your feet, and rinse off. I’ve got other plans,” she commanded.
As I rinsed and hopped out, Shannon shimmied out of her skirt and lifted her top off. She grabbed my rigid pole and led me to the bed. Turning me around, she reached in her drawer and pulled out a sleeping mask. Placing it over my eyes, she grabbed my cock again, and led me down the stairs. “We’re going to take this matter into the dining room,” she whispered in my ear.
She helped me to lie on top of the table, face up. I felt the cold slate along my ass and back, sending a shiver through me. I heard her placing things around me, encircling me as if I was the centerpiece. In my heightened auditory senses I thought a heard a second set of footsteps with us. “Is there some one else here?” I asked. We have had a couple of threesomes in the past so I was not too concerned if it were true.
“Shhhh,” was the reply as a felt a warm, slippery finger press against my lips.
Shannon had dipped a finger in warm fudge and I eagerly sucked it in my mouth. I bobbed and licked at it like a mini-dick, cleaning it until she pulled it out. She then poured warm fudge across my neck, hairless chest, trailing down my belly, through my trimmed bush, then along my hard cock. She took a can of whip cream and traced over her fudge trail, adding delectable pasties on my nipples. She proceeded to run her tongue down the trail, sucking on my neck, swirling the tastes on my chest, nursing on my diamond-hard nipples, and smearing her mixture on my belly with her lips. As she inched down my body, her own was slowly sliding into a 69 position with mine. I blindly returned the oral favors, albeit not artificially flavored, with kisses, and licks. Even with Shannon’s body hovering over mine, I felt the presence of another lurking above both of us, but I didn’t care I just desired more of Shannon’s touch.
She reached my cock with her hand; gripping it, she worked the warm fudge and cool whip cream into a delectable lubricant with steady strokes along its shaft. Her mouth stayed on my stomach, focusing her tongue on the pool of sweets in my belly button, lapping at it like a kitten lapping milk. I knew her pussy was just out of my mouth’s reach, parted and glistening in its own moisture, but achingly I could not see it as the blindfold kept me in the dark. I felt her thighs with my hands, following up until my fingers found her pussy. She removed her mouth from my belly, shifted her weight, and arched her back. Just as I pictured, she was wet, but not with the usual consistency of her girl quim. Feeling a warm drizzle crossing my fingers, she must be pouring some of the fudge down her backside across her pussy. I needed to taste her bad, and tried to move her further down so I could suck on her puss. She recoiled against my hands on her hips and stayed put, and returned to cleaning my body. I busied myself working the sticky confection into her already slippery pussy. I slowly smeared the goo in circular motions, covering both her outer and inner lips. My hungry grew as I dipped my other hand’s fingers into the mess, and gently pulled up along her labia to frame her clit. Shannon liked what she felt because her stroking on my rigid cock became firmer as her mouth now started to work on my pubic mound. I inched a gooey finger into her pussy; it was noticeably hotter than the slop I was working with on her exterior. Shannon’s hips began to flex, and she encouraged me with her sweet siren song of moans.
Shannon told me she had arranged various foods on our table, so I blindly reached for anything, planning on using whatever it was. My hand came into a large bowl of chunked ice. As I reached for a cube I felt various poles: long and hard. By the smell of the one I picked I could tell it was a peeled and frozen banana. I knew I could immediately plunge it in her. Holding it, I noticed she had picked a rather large one; I brought it up to her sticky pussy. A gasp escaped her mouth as I clumsily rubbed the cold fruit across her hot puss. Using my fingers to find her spots, I guided the ice-hard banana to run its length along her outer lips. Shannon’s hips rolled. I found her clit, extended its hood, and slowly dragged the cold member across it. “AHHHH, AHHH,” she had to remove her mouth from me in the frigid shock.
Shannon’s hand was pumping my cock hard. As she hit its base she would extend her fingers around my balls, pulling up on their sac as she brought her hand back to the head. Resting her arms on my hips, she squeezed my balls with one hand, and separated them, all the while continuing her firm strokes with her other hand. After a few strokes, she released her grip, and her weight shifted; she was reaching for something herself. I grunted as I got a shock from a cold phalanx being shoved in my ass. About the diameter of a big finger, it felt like she forced in about 4” of the icicle into me: I loved every inch of it, and felt its coldness creep into my shaft through my prostate. “MMMMM,” I heard as I lifted my legs high and wide.
Shannon’s hips bucked as I ran fingers inside her inner lips, scooping up the mixture of girl juice and confection. Tasting my find, I discovered she had poured caramel onto herself. My state of lustful bliss increased ten-fold and I could no longer play along in the blindfold game. I ripped off the mask, grabbed her ass cheeks, and forcefully dropped her hips to my face. Sucking with all my might, I engulfed her pussy with my mouth, drinking in her intoxicating elixir. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy Stud Bull! Lick up that mess!”
I arched my neck back to come face-to-face with Vicki, the gorgeous divorcee who had just moved in next door a couple of months ago. She was naked and holding a video camera with one hand; she had her other hand working her own pussy. My mind raced: I had never touched her before, but wondered how long she and my wife had already been sucking each other. Quickly I caught myself and went back to my afternoon delight.
