Ned Samuels - Hand maid

Vern could hardly believe the fantastic taste sensation. She'd always liked whipped cream, generously dapping it on her homemade sundaes, or requesting double portions in the ice cream parlor, but she'd never connected cream to sex. Now, she was having it all, her taste titillated by that cream and her cunt tickled by the sight and feel and sensations of this young, ripe stud.

Vern had to pause in her own kitchen as she pondered this scene. She could hardly believe how real it all seemed, from his sinuous body, to way she imagined using him as a lunch table.

Back in her reverie, Vern licked the cream from his entire cock, until he was naked down to the base, where the cream mingled with his black pubics until they looked like little threads in a sea of white. How she wanted to lick the rest of that cream and make him entirely naked once again; how she wanted to crush his swollen balls and squeeze out the remainder of his sweet jism until it mixed with the cream and created a sex ambrosia which would, could only drive her absolutely wild. How she wanted to suck his balls, and put them both in her mouth until she would suck them the way she used to dissolve sour balls; only these were much better.

"Eat the rest of it," he begged, "eat the rest of that cream off of me." Vern obliged and stuck her tongue out until she felt the coarse texture of his moistened cock hairs. "That's it, Vern, now eat the rest of the cream." This she did in an instant until there was no more sight of the heavenly white stuff.

"Now its my turn," she added, "what's fair is fair."

"All's fair in love and war," he replied.

Vern didn't like that and erased it from her imagination. It wasn't right somehow; made him seem too mature, too old a remark from a young smart punk who still couldn't believe the kind of action he was getting from a broad with a few years on him.

Veronica made herself very excited just thinking about having her cunt eaten – and not just in the conventional sense, but with the added attraction of real food. Vern felt the boy apply some of the whipped cream. It was cool and fresh, and made her entire body tingle with the excitement of it, from the inside of her womanhood, up her spine, and finally in the pleasure centers of her brain. She could feel the cream fill her big hole, and sense the boy's excitement as he watched her cunt turn from a crimson shade to a snowy white – all creamy, all ready for his tongue and lip and mouth action. "Come on," she said, "let's really give it a go; fill it till it can't hold any more."

The boy applied the cream as if it were liquid gold, taking tiny quantities of it in his fingers in order to prolong the process, dabbing a drop here, a drop there, smelling her cunt as her woman scent mixed with the dairy product. He sniffed her and prudently surveyed the area, getting so close that he got a dab of the fluff on the tip of his nose, a development Vern took advantage of by moving herself upward and licking it off. She knew he liked that, liked having her hot tongue touch him on the tip of the nose, taking off the cool whip but adding something better, the hot, luxuriant gloss of her steamy saliva, shining him up as if he was being glazed for some orgiastic barbecue, preparing him for the biggest sex feast of his life.

Vern was almost filled now, her cunt bulging with the cream, and the sheer heat of her womanhood beginning to melt the substance, turning the viscous material into a watery, slithery mixture which made her opening all the more sleazy, all the more desirable to the young stud. With a couple of final loving dabs, Vern was ready. "Okay," she said, "eat me now, eat it all up my young friend."

Vern could hardly believe how fantastic it felt when his tongue reached inside of her and began to imbibe the love juice. She thought she would have to moan out with sheer delight (not that she was in the slightest inhibited) but she held it in, maximizing the tension which was building inside of her womanhood and inside of her very skull. Meanwhile, the young stud's hands were not idle. He instinctively knew that a little massage – in the breasts, on the nipples, on her sides, along her back, up and across the insides of her thighs – could only enhance the total effect. First, as he held his head down inside of her cunt, he started to caress her shoulders, plump, well-rounded and womanly forms that they were, so delightful in texture, so perfect in formation. He began to squeeze them harder, a movement which almost sent shivers down her spine, and which managed, all the while, to push her breasts together until she sported the most fantastic cleavage down the front of her breasts. The boy was apparently so excited by this he had to momentarily abandon cunt in order to partake. He took his cream and slowly applied it to the tips of her cherries, creating a sort of costume, a costume which at first just covered the tips of her nipples, the entire nipples, and finally the fat underside of her tits. He paused for several seconds to admire his handiwork, and it was something at that. She looked draped in a fantastic bra, strapless, backless, and for that matter, almost topless – but in no sense shitless.

"Go ahead," she encouraged, "Suck them, suck my tits until they're naked again."

That was enough to have him touching the very edge of the cream with his tongue. Evidencing a restraint which belied his years, he slowly but surely made the little top even more abbreviated. He enjoyed the cream, but even more so the process of stripping Veronica naked. Slowly, sensually, he stripped away more of her frontal covering until she was nude just above the nipples. He began to ache to see those fat tits entirely nude once again, so he slurped away quickly, holding her arms at her sides almost as if to make the girl his mock captive. She was naked, except for some tiny spogs of white on both her nipples, which he quickly dissolved by two crafty swoops of the tongue.

"Suck them, suck them… do it to me!"

The boy went down on her tits harder than she imagined possible, but she loved the almost painful sensation as her nipples strained to remain attached to her breasts. She could feel her blood rise within, but once again, her cunt ached to be relieved of the rest of the cream.

"Come on, my friend," she said, "you really shouldn't ignore the rest of me."

With that cue, the boy went down on her once again, slurping, eating her out, until Veronica yelled out, "This is the greatest, this is the greatest fuck of my entire life!"

Veronica woke early the next morning and quickly looked all around her. She was amazed to see that she'd been so exhausted by her imaginary romps (which were in substance physically very real) that she'd fallen asleep on the rug in her front room. She was still nude and her tits were pink from all the woman handling. The doorbell began to ring, but the girl made a quick decision. She'd go on a total durge this weekend – no visitors, no going out, no diversions – and wouldn't let. Anything – not even an opportunity for the real thing – get in the way of her solo dance.

She thought quickly: there were several possibilities; from preparing a lazy breakfast, complete with eggs and toast; to taking another shower and preparing her own body for the coming festivities; from getting right down to some heavy action with the electric cock; to just letting her imagination take her any old place that it might.

Veronica decided upon the latter, and her first thought was that she hadn't quite settled the score with John the Con. She restaged that party complete with its orgiastic ramifications, but now she wanted more of the same, more group sex, more kinky experimenting which would go beyond any thing which ever happened with one of the boys from her funky office.