Bob took a strawberry and rubbed it on my clit as he ran his hot tongue around after it. What a sensation! My whole body melted into his mouth as he kept doing this with strawberry after strawberry. Then, to heighten the passion, he sprayed whipped cream on my pussy, and sucked it off until I thought I would climb the walls. I wanted his cock so bad I could taste it. That was next as he finally turned around so I could see and feel his hard, throbbing muscle.
As I licked his balls, he kept going down on me, licking and sucking off the strawberries and whipped cream until I couldn’t stand it. He finally gave my hot, dripping pussy our favorite toy-a multispeed, multi-position, vibrating cock, which at this point took me to another world. As he worked it in and out I dripped strawberry oil down the crack of his ass and onto his balls as they bounced in front of my mouth. I watched his cock get harder until I had to have my mouth on all of it.
He was making me come nonstop with what he was doing with our toy and his mouth. I had to have his cock in me, and he must have sensed this as he turned around and pushed his hard thing into my pulsating cunt. We both came in waves of ecstasy instantly.
After a ten-minute break, it was my turn. I took the strawberries, rubbed one on the head of his cock, and nibbled at it with my teeth. The juice ran down over his balls as I followed it with my tongue up and down over the head. It tasted luscious. Then I took the whipped cream, dotted his nipples, and made a trail down his stomach to his hips and down across his thighs and back up his hard cock. My tongue followed the same path and slowly sucked at the cream until I had it all over both of our bodies. Then I devoured his prick all the way down my throat as his come sprayed into my mouth in a hot shower of pleasure. As we lay there with the cool breeze on our sticky bodies, we decided that Mondays weren’t all that bad, and without a doubt, strawberries are our favorite food.
— P. T., Rhode Island
Sundaes on Sunday
Every weekend my boyfriend Hank and I go out for hot-fudge sundaes-it’s his favorite dessert. One day I decided to give him a sundae he would never forget. I reserved a hotel room so we could have complete privacy, then headed for the grocery store. I bought whipped cream, cherries, chocolate syrup, and one banana. To get him to the room, I told him I wanted to get away for the weekend and he should meet me at the hotel.
I was already waiting in the room when he walked in. When he saw me his eyes bulged out and his penis started to do the same. There I was, lying spread-eagled, naked on the bed. I had put the whipped cream around my nipples and trailed it down to my juicy cunt, where I had sprayed some between my wet lips and inside my hole. I had also placed one maraschino cherry inside of my pussy, leaving the stem hanging out. I took the banana and started teasing my clit with it.
Hank had already started undressing, and his erection was growing even stronger. Then I put the banana in my mouth and started giving it a blowjob. Hank couldn’t handle it anymore. He jumped on the bed and plunged his face deep into my pussy. He licked and sucked up all of the sweets and soon found the cherry stem. He grabbed it with his teeth, pulled it out with slow force, and fed it to me. With incredible force he shoved his tongue deep inside of me and tongue-fucked me until I came with a huge orgasmic release.
Next Hank started to lick the cream off of my nipples-but I took control. I rolled him over and teased his nipples with my tongue until they became erect. At the same time, I was letting his balls slide back and forth between my fingers. I could tell he was ready for more-his penis was dying for attention. I took the can of whipped cream, leaned back, and sprayed it into my mouth. Without swallowing, I bent down and took his fully erect tool into my hungry mouth. He groaned with pleasure and begged for more. I was sucking hard and knew he would come any minute, but I wanted him to wait. I took the chocolate syrup and poured it all over him, retracing the lines with the whipped cream. I took a cherry, dipped it onto his chest, and fed it to him. Then I licked up every last drop as I lavishly stroked his penis. I wanted this to be the best orgasm of his life! I took the chocolate syrup and the whipped cream and filled my pulsating cunt. Then I made him put his hands behind his head and told him not to move. I straddled him-carefully so none of what was inside me would fall out-and eased myself onto his rock-hard dick. He let out a loud moan as he felt my warmth and wetness engulf him and my crotch grinding against his.
I wanted us to come together, but the intense pleasure was too much for me, and I couldn’t help but explode. By the time he was ready to erupt, though, I started to feel another orgasm coming on. We started moving together slowly, then faster, then all of a sudden he burst inside of me with full force, and I came seconds later. We both fell in exhaustion and I could still feel his sweet juices inside me. Nevertheless, it was the best sundae I ever had, and one that I don’t think he’ll soon forget.
— L. K., South Carolina
Heaven in a Jar
On the way to a weekend-long rock concert, my lover and I spotted a roadside shop in the country advertising “new honey.” Both being lovers of this sweet, sexual fluid, our mouths watered at the prospect of buying some on our way back home. Since we had a third passenger in the car, our obvious excitement had to be contained. We sucked and fucked throughout the weekend, but I knew that I was really saving the best for last. For three days I imagined what I would do with a fresh pot of country honey. I had teased myself into complete horniness, and was especially happy to hear that our passenger had found his own ride home! As we made our way back to the city, we eagerly pulled into the shop to buy the precious liquid.
Once we got back on the highway, I cracked open the sealed lid and swirled my finger into the thick, sticky substance, feeling the juices of my already hot pussy starting to flow. It coated my finger seductively and I slipped it into my lover’s mouth, who sucked it eagerly while he drove. Wearing a baggy, kimono-style pantsuit allowed me easy access to my aching cunt. I fingered myself slowly, a fresh stream of honey dripping down my clit to my hole. My lover was straining against the tights he’d borrowed from me for the long drive. I placed my hand on his throbbing cock and rubbed it firmly. It felt incredible beneath the soft, feminine material. We teased each other physically and verbally all the way, trying hard to stay in control of our senses due to the dangerous weekend traffic.
We finally arrived home, and it was almost as if we had forgotten our long, horny trip. In my mind I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have my real honey treat. We put our things away and fed the cat-the usual things people do when they’ve been away for days. All the while my honeypot was soaked and ready, and the honey jar was waiting on the table.
I found my lover on the bed making a phone call, and the heat was intense. I could not hold off. I pushed him back on the mattress, and our tongues danced in a hot, wet kiss. The teasing and the conversation on our journey home came flooding back. My button was so hard it ached. I got him on his hands and knees and told him to wait. I ran to the kitchen, came back with the jar of sticky liquid, and told him to stick his hard cock deep into the honey. It looked huge under the glass, encased in this thick ooze. I slowly pulled the jar down and watched his cock slowly emerge, dripping his bodily fluid, mixed with honey, back into the container. This was so erotic I repeated it twice, licking his honey-coated, smooth-shaven balls and cock clean each time.
He flipped me onto my back and poured the cool, smooth nectar down my steaming hole-what a contrast it made. He licked and sucked and nibbled my pussy until I exploded, filling his mouth with my own natural sweetness. Then I dipped his cock into the jar one last time and begged him to fuck my hot, tight cunt with all the sticky honey that coated his shaft. I stood up, and he entered me from behind, giving me a sensation that has to be one of a kind. Feeling my slick, slippery juices meeting with a very sticky hard-on brought me to another orgasm.