“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.
Shannon released my cock to hold herself up with her hands on the table and sat up a bit to grind her sloppy pussy on my face. She had poured the caramel at the top of her ass crack, which left a trail down her cleft, across her rosebud, then into the folds of her pussy. The banana still in hand, I positioned it to rub and almost penetrate her puckered rosebud. Her heat was rapidly defrosting the fruit, and the outer portions of it had begun to melt off, creating a potassium-enriched mush to mash against my nose. With out removing my face from her pussy, I fumbled around with a hand, seeking for the can of whip cream. Vicki’s intuition told her what I was searching for and she sprayed a large dose just out of my tongue’s reach along Shannon’s crack, which instantly began to melt down to her pussy and my hungry mouth. Harmonizing “OOOO’s” echoed in the room as the girls voiced their approval.
I craned my neck and began to run my flatten tongue across her ass then back down across her enflamed pussy. Smearing the cream and sauces across those glorious cheeks, and my face; Shannon began to grunt with approval. I pushed the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her rosebud’s ridge ring, expanding it forcefully, yet teasingly just staying out of any form of insertion. Shannon pushed her ass back, enticing me to take the plunge, I went back to her pussy, causing her to elevate her hips again. She took my cock head into her mouth and raked her teeth across its head, voicing her frustration. I gave her a swift swat on the ass, and her bites became licks and sucks. Vicki added a couple of swats of her own, “Yeah spank that ass stud-bull, make her suck that big dick,” she cheered.
Vicki’s dirty talk got me and I began inserting my tongue, alternating attention to each hole, as rapidly and deeply as I could. Shannon brought back her furious stroking pace. Shannon wrapped her lips around my cock head, her throat moaning in deep groans, beckoning my cum to coat her mouth.
I repositioned the half frozen banana and inserted it into her pussy. Grabbing the other half between my lips, I began to bob my head, fucking her with it. “Get that tongue on my clit!” she shrilly commanded.
I encircled her nub with my mouth, and sucked it in. Leaving the banana inserted in her pussy, I began to flick her clit along its length. Shannon’s mouth suddenly engulfed my cock again, taking its length all the way in, sucking whatever pre-cum inside it down her throat.
“Oh you nasty whore! Suck that donkey-dick! Suck the stud’s cum out!” Vicki exclaimed with glee. Shannon grabbed the cold phalanx in my ass and started to jiggle it, angling it to press on my prostate. I had to release my mouth to gasp this time. Vicki took this as her cue to redirect the camera angle to Shannon’s oral skills. Returning my tongue to its desired place, I reached into the bowl of ice and grabbed a piece.
Holding it, I began to melt off the sharp edges, allowing the cold drippings to fall against her rosebud. Shannon liked that as she moaned onto my cock as she face fucked its length. I felt my balls clench, Shannon was hitting my G-spot, and I felt like peeing, but I knew my eruption would be solely sex juice, and it was going to be one of the biggest loads I ever released. I pressed the ice cube against her bud, and with a quick push, inserted it to a finger’s depth.
