Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

Suddenly, impulsively, she broke their intimate embrace and jerked open the refrigerator door. Her mind was on automatic pilot as she grabbed a canister of whipped cream and faced him with a sensual leer while shaking the can.

"Who said dessert couldn't come first?" she gasped.

Excitement glazed his eyes as he smiled and stood transfixed. Misty slowly lowered her gaze to his jutting, stiff cock and approached him. She tilted the whipped cream can and positioned the nozzle inches above his engorged fuck-knob. She pressed the lever and swirled the creamy white foam in generous dollops over his swollen cockhead. Carefully and deliberately, she then layered the whipped cream down the length of his rigid fuckshaft, decorating his prick with the sweet, white foam. She then leaned back against the counter and appraised her handiwork with a pleased, sexy smirk.

"Wish I had a camera," she said with a high-pitched giggle.

"Why?" he retorted, chuckling as his cock twitched and became a heaving snow-bound log. "You've got the real thing."

"I'd still like something to remember this by," she said, sinking to her knees and drawing her lovely face close to his decorated prickknob. "At least I'd have the memory and not the calories."

He ran his fingers through her curly, silky blonde hair and gently pulled her face toward his prick.

"It's not a perfect world, honey!" he gasped, his excitement evident in his hoarse tone and in the wild surging of his cream-covered cock. "If you can't have everything, you just have to do the best you can."

With a slight shrug, Misty fucked her tongue out at the frothy prick-knob and tasted the sweet cream. They both tingled and giggled.

"We could market this little whipped cream delight," Bud said. "Make a fucking fortune!"

"Mmmmm! But there's nothing little about this delight," Misty said as she began swirling her tongue over his knob, lapping up the whipped cream in the process.

She began nibbling her way down the length of his fuckshaft, first working on the underside of his prickstick, slurping up the cream along the way. The sweet, sticky stuff mingled deliciously with his fuck-flesh, and Misty kept gobbling up the erotic mixture. Anxiously, she opened her mouth wide and inhaled as much of his cock as possible, devouring the tasty treat while Bud swayed on his feet and tugged on her hair.

She didn't stop when she had licked his cock clean. Now that she was down to the bare meat of his prick, there was no stopping her from bobbing her head back and forth and sucking mightily on his prick. Her lips stretched into a perfect O as she gobbled up his fuckmeat. Then, with a fast, deft move, she ducked her face and tongued his balls.

She sucked a glob of whipped cream off his balls before delicately munching on his nuts. A fierce heat radiated off his balls and filled her mouth as his jizz-bloated nuts stuffed her mouth.

"Not so hard!" Bud hissed, tugging lightly on her hair. "Take it easy, baby. Crush my balls and I won't be much good for you."

Misty chuckled as she reluctantly spit out his balls. She glanced up and winked.

"I always get carried away," she whispered. "Sorry."

"Make up for it." He smiled, thrusting his stiff prick at her mouth.

Her grin spread as she eagerly closed her lips over his bulbous cockhead. She sucked steadily, drawing his shaft inch-by-inch into her mouth. When she'd inhaled all she could take, she began turning her head, working her lips around on his shaft and nibbling her tongue up and down the sensitive flesh of his fuckhole.

With smacking lips, Misty bobbed her head and met the thrusting of his prick in and out of her mouth. Their rhythm matched as Bud fucked her face, and the horny blonde thrilled to the sizzle of the action. Her pussy was on fire, anxious for some attention, and she already knew how she wanted that accomplished.

She kept sucking his cock and massaging his balls until she felt his nuts tighten and his prick leap inside her mouth. She then pulled back quickly, frustrating him just ahead of his climax. She smiled innocently up at him.

"I bet you're getting hungry, too?" she asked.

"Hard bitch," he said, grinning good-naturedly. His cock wobbled stiffly as he reached for the canister of whipped cream and helped her to her feet. "But I guess you've earned this."

He gazed hotly at her naked tits while shaking the whipped cream can. Then, with a sneer, he opened the refrigerator door and peered inside.

"I bet I can find some real tasty things for my lunch," he said, pulling out a jar of grape jelly and placing it on the counter.

Misty watched with growing excitement. She touched his arm.

"Help me up on the counter," she said. "We both might as well be comfortable."

He grinned as he placed the whipped cream beside the jelly on the counter, then slipped his hands under her arms. As he lifted, she helped with a little hop, and just like that her naked ass rested on the cool edge of the tiled countertop, her legs dangling over the edge and her naked heels grazing cabinet doors.

"You already look delicious," he said, opening the jelly jar and scooping a generous dab of the sugary goo on two fingertips. He then smeared the jelly on her nipples.

"Oooohhhhh, that's cold!" she cried, shuddering and giggling, but in no way discouraging him.

"Don't worry," he said confidently. "You'll heat up real fast."

He planted tiny kisses on the tops of her huge tit-melons, teasingly avoiding her jelly-covered nipples until the blonde thought she'd go crazy. She squirmed on the countertop and laced her fingertips on the back of his head, murmuring for him to hurry and lick his lunch.

Finally, he lazily lapped his tongue over one nipple, tasting the cold icily and her hot, dart-like nipple. He moaned and Misty squealed. He moved to her other nipple and repeated the erotic exercise, taking his time, leisurely feasting on her sweet, pink nipples and driving her raging lust and arousal right through the roof.

"Aaahhhhhh, Bud!" she breathed, panting. "Suck 'em! Bite 'em! Ooohhhh, God, my tits are burning!"

"You can't hurry good food," he quipped without moving his lips off her nipple.

Slowly, he licked up the jelly, cleaning one nipple completely before moving to the other one. He made moaning, sloppy sounds with his lips as he devoured her icily smeared nipples. And finally he gobbled up one of her fleshy tit-mounds, taking almost the entire globe between his lips.

Misty shrieked as her ecstasy exploded. Her tits pulsed and heaved and quivered as her itchy nipples bloated. Her throaty groans grew louder and louder as he deliberately continued mouthing her titflesh.

Suddenly he pulled back and flashed a satisfied grin while smacking his lips.

"I'm ready for the main course," he said. "Do my cunt, Bud!" she gasped. "Eat me good! God, I'm hot and wet and horny!"

"What goes better with jelly then peanut butter?" he said. "You do have some, don't you?"

She giggled.

"You're sick!" she gasped before pointing toward the pantry.

Their faces were smoldering masks of wanton glee as he precisely lifted her legs, bending her knees up until they pressed against her nipples and her heels rested on the edge of the countertop. Her cunt was lewdly exposed and vulnerable to what he next planned, and Misty trembled with raw excitement. Her arousal was stampeding throughout her body and her clit was alive and twitching as her horny excitement soared. It was all so raunchy and thrilling and unique!

She gasped and purred as he smeared peanut butter over her cunt. The tender, juicy folds of her cunt shuddered involuntarily as the foreign substance was painted over the succulent region. She began to hiss and coo even before he'd finished applying the peanut butter.

At last he straightened and gazed into her lovely, lust-contorted face. He held up his peanut butter-greased fingers and slowly directed them toward her mouth. The lusty blonde sucked his fingers into her hot mouth as their eyes riveted on each other.