I was sitting at the kitchen table, my pasta already devoured, waiting for Shawna to get on with the preparation of dessert. It could have been a friendly neighborly dinner, but the fact that we were both naked and dessert was going to be Shawnaâs âStrawberry Pussyâ didnât fit that equation.
Shawna had put away the plates and the pasta, and the only thing on top of the table were bananas, carrots, an eggplant and a box with strawberries. Oh, and of course Shawna.
âI want you to have a close look, so youâll know how to properly prepare that dessert!â she whispered, and sat herself right in front of me. Her legs were spread wide, and I had a very good look at her pussy. Hell, I had fucked that pussy that day already, and it still looked like it had never been used before. Brand new, and absolutely fuckable. Shawnaâs long blonde hair almost fell to the table, and her large, fake tits were pointing straight ahead. I could have started another round of fucking easily, but I knew I had to sit still in order to really enjoy the show.
Shawna smiled and grabbed the first strawberry from the box. She slowly trailed it up to her mouth, leaving a very fine film of water on her tits. Gently, she let her tongue flicker over the strawberry, making it wet with her saliva.
âNow take a good look, John. The first one is the most importantâ, she said and slowly let it roll down, first over her left breast, her tummy until it was right in front of her pussy. I could see a glimpse of wetness between her silky pussy lips, and my dick was already twitching. I had never come before without touching myself, but I think I was getting very close then.
I intently watched as Shawna slowly and gently pushed the strawberry between her lips. It didnât take more than a second for the wet strawberry to disappear inside Shawnaâs love channel. It wasnât visible anymore, but the slight protruding of her lips gave the little fruit resting inside her away.
âNow John, from here, itâs all about space. I know you like to have a good meal, and I donât want you to be disappointed, so I think Iâll prepare an extra-large dessert for you. Letâs see how many strawberries will make it!â
With that, Shawna started to push one strawberry after the other inside her pussy. Some were already a bit soft, and soon her pussy was covered with splotches of red, strawberry pulp covering her whole crotch. I had watched without touching her, but Shawna had told me if I wanted I could start jerking off. I did a bit, but I didnât want to come early, so I half-heartedly tugged at my erect penis once in a while.
I had lost count of the strawberries, but when Shawna suddenly stopped pushing strawberries inside, I knew she was ready to have me eat that dessert.
âBend forwards, big guy. Itâs time for a dessert prepared with lots of love!â Shawna said, and scooted a bit more to the edge of the table. I didnât hesitate a second, and plunged directly into her pussy. First, it all smelled like strawberry, and I licked and chewed the pulp Shawna kept pushing out of her pussy. Then, Shawnaâs distinct pussy taste came through. It tasted so divine, I didnât want to stop. Shawna obviously didnât either. She started moaning and pushing her pelvis even more into my face, almost smothering me with her strawberry pussy.
Soon my mouth was covered with sweet strawberry juice and Shawnaâs sweet pussy juice, a combination nothing in the whole world could beat. I kept licking and swallowing until suddenly Shawnaâs moaning became louder, her hips moving wilder and I heard her uttering the words:
âOh god, John, Iâm cumming, IâmâŚ.cumming!â
I plunged even deeper inside the mess in front of me and with a scream, Shawna bucked her hips so wildly that I was almost thrown off her pussy. Another strawberry was pushed inside my mouth together with a gush of Shawnaâs pussy juice, offering me another swallowing challenge. It wasnât easy, and a few drops just ran down the corners of my mouth. It was crazy and at the same time made me hornier than ever.
Shawna kept breathing hard while recovering from her orgasm, almost flat on the table. Her pussy was a red mess, pieces of strawberry clinging to her wet pussy-lips.
I was already getting up, trying to see if I could maybe have another go at her tits or something like that.