Lori Grows Up Pt 05

by NICHOLX, 07.15.21

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LORI GROWS UP: part 5

"Ready for a little breakfast now, babe? Feeling better this morning, I hope," Dave said.

"Yeah, lots better, thanks to you and Johnson and your magic tongue." Lori smiled, kissing his cheek, then lips.

"My pleasure, sweetie. Anything you want, anytime, just say. How about some coffee?"

"Yes, please," she said. She took a sip...

"Omigod, this is delicious! I know that flavor...did you put anisette in it?"

"Yes, I did. Like it?" he said.

"Oh, I love it. Back home, mom and dad almost always had it with coffee. Brings back memories," she smiled.

"Yeah, my folks always liked it too. It makes drinking coffee a whole lot more fun," he said. "What would you like on your toast, sweetie? We have butter, peanut butter, and jelly."

"All three," she said "Mmm, the toast is nice and crunchy, thanks. I hate wimpy toast," she said.

"Like things hard and crunchy, do ya?"

"Yep, the harder the better," she smiled, then took a big bite.

"I'll have another quick coffee with you, then I have to scoot to the office. I shouldn't be more than two hours. You'll be okay?" he said.

"I'm good, a little tired. Just gonna lie down and grab a few more winks."

When Dave left, Lori had two more tall coffees with anisette, and it gave her a nice warm fuzzy feeling in her belly, almost like a cum tingle, she thought. Feeling good, and relaxed, she stretched out on the recliner and was asleep in seconds.

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She slept restfully for about an hour, then her phone beeped her awake...

"Hello, Lori? This is Marty."

"Marty? I'm sorry--" Lori said, a little groggy.

"Marty, at the office, remember me? Yoo-hoo!" she giggled.

"Oh, Marty! Hi! Sorry, I was half asleep. How are you, and how are things at the office?" Lori said.

"I'm doin' okay, hon. Things are normal at the office, but we're missing you. You've been out a while. You're okay I hope, not sick?" Marty said.

"Not sick, I'm fine. When I started work there, I was offered two weeks of acclimation leave, but I deferred it and I'm using the time now with Dave to get our apartment set up. I'm glad you called," Lori said.

"Nice to hear your voice, too. Hey, I thought maybe you and I could meet for a drink some night if you can break away? I would dearly love...to see you, hon," Marty said.

"Sure thing. How about tomorrow night?"

"Okay. And could we meet about seven at Gina's? There's a cute little bar there in the back room." Marty said.

"Seven it is, see you then." Lori hung up, then still a bit groggy, and flopped back on the recliner. Now where was I, she thought, quickly resuming her cozy nap.

In her dream, she walked alone, along a straight and narrow stony path. She was clad only in a thin gossamer pancho, no bra, no panties, no shoes. Far ahead, the path split into two, one to the left, one to the right. Everywhere there was only sand and rock, not a flower or blade of grass. Above, an orange moon hung motionless in the purple sky. Hot breezes whipped her pancho every which way, the flying sand stung her face and breasts and belly. She was compelled to keep walking to where the path split, and began to discern two shadowy figures standing there, a man and a woman. The woman pointed to the left path, the man to the right. Even in her tortured dream, she wielded her sense of humor thinking: God, I hope Dave comes home soon and wakes me out of this fucking nightmare! With that thought, she woke up shivering and in a cold sweat, as Dave walked in the room.

"You alright, sweetie?" he said, wiping her face with a cool moist cloth.

"I'm okay, think I had one anisette too many," she said. "I seem to be over-doing everything lately."

"Yeah, that stuff goes down easy, but it can really knock you on your ass," he said. "Sorry I'm late. I swung by Friendly's and picked up some ice cream. Want some? It will help to cool you down," he said.

"Yeah, I'm hot as a firecracker all over, especially my pussy. Um, what flavor did you get?" she said.

"Chocolate, cherry, and French vanilla. So?" he said.

"Please bring me a bowl of vanilla, hon, and one of those little plastic sheets from the kitchen."

She threw off her bathrobe, now she was completely naked, "Please slide the plastic sheet under my ass. Don't wanna stain the recliner," she said.

He did, then she said, "Hon, please kneel down beside me and hold my pussy lips open, as wide as you can," as she spread her legs wide.

Dave stared, swallowed hard and knelt down, kissed her beautiful nether lips, then with his tongue found her clitoris and he could not resist swirling it.

"No, no, please don't make me cum, not yet, hon. Just spread and hold me open."

He did, then she took a big spoon of ice cream and fed it into her gaping vagina, and pushed it in deep, then fed in a second spoon. Luckily, the ice cream was pretty hard and would not melt too fast.

"Aah, that feels so good! Now you can eat the world's coldest pussy, and have some ice cream with it!"

Dave must have had a real craving for ice cream that night, because he ate and sucked out every last drop of ice cream in Lori's pussy! Lori's sweet bush was sopped with melted ice cream, and Dave sucked that down too. Then he attended her swollen clitoris, lapping and swirling it ceaselessly, his thumb in her vagina and one finger up her ass. She closed her eyes and was enjoying it like it was her first time. The juice flowed out of her vagina like a garden hose, she thought. She knew she was going to cum really hard because she felt the tingling in her cunt and ass and belly, and all the way down her legs. Then the waves of pleasure flooded violently through her body, making her spasm uncontrollably and she had to scream, "Aieeeeeeeah! Ooooooongh! Omigod, Dave, hold me! Jesus! Auuuuuuuugh! Mmmmm! Oh! Ohh!"

Dave held her close, kissing her eyes, lips, face, as she finally became calm.

"You okay, babe, want anything?" he said.

"Another bowl please, half chocolate, half cherry."