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Damn you guys. You're making me hungry. Among other things...
I recommend huge slices of water melon and a bottle of two of not too dry white wine on a private picnic in the summer sun. Wonderfully sloppy.
I recommend huge slices of water melon and a bottle of two of not too dry white wine on a private picnic in the summer sun. Wonderfully sloppy.
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Hey Ice! Glad to have you along. I just got an OK to post my in-forum attempts at stories here. They'll be about - Food!
This is a method I use to feel my way along a story. It's very helpful, especially because I get rather quick feedback from a group of people who make up the audience I am trying to reach.
I happen to think that food adds a very sexy touch to a naked body. It's fun to play in your food when it's spread over a luscious part of your partner's body. I've asked puddin to choose between a list of ideas, and in the meantime, here's a poem I submitted to Lit awhile back:
The Taste of Love
You wanted me to be on time.
When I arrived you called to me.
There you were; a tantalizing dessert.
Chocolate so slowly dripping from your body,
Strawberry sauce pooled from your breasts to your hips,
Whipped crème sliding down and cascading through your folds.
I dressed in my most natural suit.
And chose the order of my urgency.
Double sweetness so deliciously firm.
Heavenly darkness swimming in juices from your heat.
White rapids fall to the promise of ambrosia,
Musk-filled nectar mixed with my love for you.
-FF (hope you like it)
PS. Ice, with your AV as inspiration, you must have some fanciful thoughts or suggestions of your own.
This is a method I use to feel my way along a story. It's very helpful, especially because I get rather quick feedback from a group of people who make up the audience I am trying to reach.
I happen to think that food adds a very sexy touch to a naked body. It's fun to play in your food when it's spread over a luscious part of your partner's body. I've asked puddin to choose between a list of ideas, and in the meantime, here's a poem I submitted to Lit awhile back:
The Taste of Love
You wanted me to be on time.
When I arrived you called to me.
There you were; a tantalizing dessert.
Chocolate so slowly dripping from your body,
Strawberry sauce pooled from your breasts to your hips,
Whipped crème sliding down and cascading through your folds.
I dressed in my most natural suit.
And chose the order of my urgency.
Double sweetness so deliciously firm.
Heavenly darkness swimming in juices from your heat.
White rapids fall to the promise of ambrosia,
Musk-filled nectar mixed with my love for you.
-FF (hope you like it)
PS. Ice, with your AV as inspiration, you must have some fanciful thoughts or suggestions of your own.
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OK, here goes.
First I want to perform my public service act and cover an issue I see discussed in many of the threads that mention food and sex.
There is a third part of the formula with food and sex - cleanliness. Whenever food is going to be involved, you want to be really clean, because whether the food is an emollient, or if it has a firm smooth surface, it is going to move around on the skin, and transfer anything to places on the body where it may not have been before.
After using anything that goes inside the body, you will want to clean the same place. So have a bag available. Ladies will probably know what I mean. You don't have to pre-fill it, it'll probably just get cold if you do. But use it. Rinse repeatedly - especially if you get anything with sugar inside of you. I don't want you to think that you can put it off either, just use it as a way to continue to baby your body once you're through tasting each other with your choice of added flavors.
Now, on with the show in the next post.
-FF
First I want to perform my public service act and cover an issue I see discussed in many of the threads that mention food and sex.
There is a third part of the formula with food and sex - cleanliness. Whenever food is going to be involved, you want to be really clean, because whether the food is an emollient, or if it has a firm smooth surface, it is going to move around on the skin, and transfer anything to places on the body where it may not have been before.
After using anything that goes inside the body, you will want to clean the same place. So have a bag available. Ladies will probably know what I mean. You don't have to pre-fill it, it'll probably just get cold if you do. But use it. Rinse repeatedly - especially if you get anything with sugar inside of you. I don't want you to think that you can put it off either, just use it as a way to continue to baby your body once you're through tasting each other with your choice of added flavors.
Now, on with the show in the next post.
-FF
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The Chocoholic
“Connoisseur of fine women and fine desserts seeks lady who shares my interest. I take a long time to prepare my desserts and a long time enjoying them. What is your favorite topping?”
Larry Randolph kept rereading the ad he’d placed in the personals. He was nervous, and he was watching the clock, which made it seem to run slower. He had not expected to get such quick results from his ad.
They had a system worked-out: he’d posted a pink index card with the phrase ‘toppings’ on the bulletin board. When his date got to the shop, she was supposed to remove it. He took a seat where he could easily watch. If he was uncomfortable when she got there, he could ignore her and leave without any confrontation. Likewise, if she felt things just weren’t right, she too could turn around and leave.
She was supposed to arrive by 7pm give or take 15 minutes. That gave Larry a half hour to agonize.
He almost didn’t notice when she took the card off the board. She looked like she was in her early twenties, he guessed. She was average build, not skinny, not too heavy for him either, but her face made him wonder if she was really his date, or if she’d simply been curious about the card. He almost forgot to wave his matching index card when she looked his way.
Larry was not movie star material. He was about as average as any other man in his late thirties. His hair was getting thin on top, so he wore a hat whenever he could. He wasn’t athletic, but he wasn’t flabby either. He’d put on a few pounds over time, but he didn’t hang out over his belt like some of the guys he knew.
He stood and watched her as she walked toward him. The smile on her face made him feel like a school kid again.
“Hi,” she said, “Are you Hungry at Shore?”
Larry grinned sheepishly at the code name, taking in her creamy white skin, her deep brown eyes with violet shadow, and her soft lips that seemed just the right shade of pink without the need of any lipstick.
“Are you Chocoholic?”
She nodded and grinned, reaching for Larry's offered hand.
“Please,” Larry said, and motioned toward the booth.
“My name’s really Iris,” she said as she slid into the booth.
“Mine’s Larry”, he said.
They talked over coffee for a little while, getting comfortable with the simple pleasure of conversation, and then Larry took her to dinner.
It was a very nice restaurant and they tasted a variety of delicacies. They had a lemony pate served with thin slices of sour-dough toast, lamb roasted in an herb gravy with mint peas and a fine fruity wine. But when the waiter asked if they would like to see the desert cart, Larry said they had other plans.
to be continued...
-FF (each of these posts will be about the same length - I'll try to post 1-2 pieces each day)
“Connoisseur of fine women and fine desserts seeks lady who shares my interest. I take a long time to prepare my desserts and a long time enjoying them. What is your favorite topping?”
Larry Randolph kept rereading the ad he’d placed in the personals. He was nervous, and he was watching the clock, which made it seem to run slower. He had not expected to get such quick results from his ad.
They had a system worked-out: he’d posted a pink index card with the phrase ‘toppings’ on the bulletin board. When his date got to the shop, she was supposed to remove it. He took a seat where he could easily watch. If he was uncomfortable when she got there, he could ignore her and leave without any confrontation. Likewise, if she felt things just weren’t right, she too could turn around and leave.
She was supposed to arrive by 7pm give or take 15 minutes. That gave Larry a half hour to agonize.
He almost didn’t notice when she took the card off the board. She looked like she was in her early twenties, he guessed. She was average build, not skinny, not too heavy for him either, but her face made him wonder if she was really his date, or if she’d simply been curious about the card. He almost forgot to wave his matching index card when she looked his way.
Larry was not movie star material. He was about as average as any other man in his late thirties. His hair was getting thin on top, so he wore a hat whenever he could. He wasn’t athletic, but he wasn’t flabby either. He’d put on a few pounds over time, but he didn’t hang out over his belt like some of the guys he knew.
He stood and watched her as she walked toward him. The smile on her face made him feel like a school kid again.
“Hi,” she said, “Are you Hungry at Shore?”
Larry grinned sheepishly at the code name, taking in her creamy white skin, her deep brown eyes with violet shadow, and her soft lips that seemed just the right shade of pink without the need of any lipstick.
“Are you Chocoholic?”
She nodded and grinned, reaching for Larry's offered hand.
“Please,” Larry said, and motioned toward the booth.
“My name’s really Iris,” she said as she slid into the booth.
“Mine’s Larry”, he said.
They talked over coffee for a little while, getting comfortable with the simple pleasure of conversation, and then Larry took her to dinner.
It was a very nice restaurant and they tasted a variety of delicacies. They had a lemony pate served with thin slices of sour-dough toast, lamb roasted in an herb gravy with mint peas and a fine fruity wine. But when the waiter asked if they would like to see the desert cart, Larry said they had other plans.
to be continued...
-FF (each of these posts will be about the same length - I'll try to post 1-2 pieces each day)
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Chocoholic Ch 2
In the car, Larry noticed Iris’s eyes were sparkling.
“Are you okay with this,” Larry asked.
“You really are going to spread chocolate all over my body?” she asked back.
“Oh yeah,” Larry said, grinning, “Actually it’s a dessert I devised just for tonight. There's more than just a chocolate sauce.”
Iris looked at him and smiled, contemplating what he had in store for her.
Larry had a small house in a quiet neighborhood where he took her. When they entered the front door, Iris looked around. It was an open design, and she could see all the way through the house to the kitchen and the draperies over the back of the dining room wall.
Larry took her coat and asked her to follow him. When they got to the bathroom, he turned to her.
“Now, remember, if at any point you want to stop, I’ll understand,” he said.
Iris looked at him; her eyes seemed to widen a little.
“I’m fine, so far”, she said.
“OK,” he said, “first, we have to get really clean for this. So I’m going to draw a bath for us. Since we’ll be naked for dessert, I thought we would go ahead and do this part together too, if that’s alright with you.”
Larry turned on the water and waited for it to get to the right temperature, then he plugged the drain and sprinkled some bubble bath under the faucet.
When he turned back, Iris was standing there without any clothes on. Larry was speechless.
“Is this okay,” she asked, wondering at his reaction.
“It’s more than okay,” he said, “you look wonderful.”
Iris had large breasts, they weren’t heavy so much as they were bigger around than he expected. Her creamy skin was unmarked and obviously she did not spend time in a bathing suit, because there were no tan lines. There also was no hair over her smooth pussy lips. Larry had to force himself to look back at Iris’s face. She was grinning.
“I’m glad you like,” she said.
Larry helped her into the bath and then pulled his own clothes off in a hurry. He was already hard and as he climbed into the bathtub, Iris giggled.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Larry tried to explain, “you’re just so beautiful.”
“Don’t worry,” said Iris, “I feel complimented that you react that way to me.”
“I’d have to be blind to not react this way,” Larry said and reached for her.
He kissed her gently. And then he did it again. Iris wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to let him explore. But Larry broke off the kiss.
“We have to use this time to clean ourselves all over,” Larry said,” there’ll be plenty of time to kiss and taste in just a little while.
to be continued... tomorrow, Larry makes a moist chocolate pudding cake with chocolate sauce and chocolate whipped cream.
In the car, Larry noticed Iris’s eyes were sparkling.
“Are you okay with this,” Larry asked.
“You really are going to spread chocolate all over my body?” she asked back.
“Oh yeah,” Larry said, grinning, “Actually it’s a dessert I devised just for tonight. There's more than just a chocolate sauce.”
Iris looked at him and smiled, contemplating what he had in store for her.
Larry had a small house in a quiet neighborhood where he took her. When they entered the front door, Iris looked around. It was an open design, and she could see all the way through the house to the kitchen and the draperies over the back of the dining room wall.
Larry took her coat and asked her to follow him. When they got to the bathroom, he turned to her.
“Now, remember, if at any point you want to stop, I’ll understand,” he said.
Iris looked at him; her eyes seemed to widen a little.
“I’m fine, so far”, she said.
“OK,” he said, “first, we have to get really clean for this. So I’m going to draw a bath for us. Since we’ll be naked for dessert, I thought we would go ahead and do this part together too, if that’s alright with you.”
Larry turned on the water and waited for it to get to the right temperature, then he plugged the drain and sprinkled some bubble bath under the faucet.
When he turned back, Iris was standing there without any clothes on. Larry was speechless.
“Is this okay,” she asked, wondering at his reaction.
“It’s more than okay,” he said, “you look wonderful.”
Iris had large breasts, they weren’t heavy so much as they were bigger around than he expected. Her creamy skin was unmarked and obviously she did not spend time in a bathing suit, because there were no tan lines. There also was no hair over her smooth pussy lips. Larry had to force himself to look back at Iris’s face. She was grinning.
“I’m glad you like,” she said.
Larry helped her into the bath and then pulled his own clothes off in a hurry. He was already hard and as he climbed into the bathtub, Iris giggled.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Larry tried to explain, “you’re just so beautiful.”
“Don’t worry,” said Iris, “I feel complimented that you react that way to me.”
“I’d have to be blind to not react this way,” Larry said and reached for her.
He kissed her gently. And then he did it again. Iris wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to let him explore. But Larry broke off the kiss.
“We have to use this time to clean ourselves all over,” Larry said,” there’ll be plenty of time to kiss and taste in just a little while.
to be continued... tomorrow, Larry makes a moist chocolate pudding cake with chocolate sauce and chocolate whipped cream.
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Chocoholic Ch 3
Larry took a wash cloth in his hand and squeezed some body wash onto the rag. Iris watched as he did this, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. Then he reached over and gently rubbed the soapy cloth all over her breasts, following the curve underneath and up over her hardening nipples.
He took her hand in his and ran the cloth up and down the length of her arm and did the same to her other arm. With a little coaxing, he had her bend forward and started washing her back.
Iris could not help the temptation and found his hard shaft under the bubbles. As he ran the wash cloth up and down her back, she started to stroke him.
“Oh, darling girl,” he said, “if we start that here, we may not get to dessert.”
Iris giggled, and kissed him as she sat up. Larry coaxed her into a reclining position and proceeded to wash from her toes up her legs. When he got to the tops of her thighs, he asked if she could lift herself a little.
Holding onto the sides of the tub and pushing with her feet against Larry’s knees, Iris lifted herself while he ran the cloth down between her legs. Iris gasped when he rubbed her pussy, the edge of the cloth slipping between her folds. Then he quickly ran it over her butt.
When he was finished, Iris took the cloth from him.
“Your turn, now,” she said, and proceeded to wash him as just as thoroughly. When she got to his cock, she squeezed a little as she rubbed it with the cloth, getting a gasp from him. Iris smiled as he squirmed.
“Now, we’re even,” she said.
“How about your hair,” Larry said.
“I did what you asked,” Iris said, “I washed it earlier and no hair spray or mousse or anything like that.”
“Good,” he said, “now let’s dry off and go make dessert.”
They went to the kitchen, naked. Larry had an extra large oil-cloth on the floor that looked like an old fashioned picnic table cloth. The ingredients for his dessert were already on the counter.
“Where did you find all this,” Iris asked as she saw the over sized containers of chocolate syrup and pudding and whipped topping.
“I go to the same place the restaurants go to get their supplies,” Larry said.
He opened the two half-gallon chocolate syrup bottles and poured them to a pot. Then he opened a small bottle of crème de cocoa and poured the contents in while he stirred. Iris sniffed the heady mixture and hummed her approval.
“Here,” Larry said, “take this and sit in the middle of the floor.”
He handed her a small roll shaped chocolate cake. It was moist in her hands and she sat down carefully. He quickly popped the plastic ring off the pudding and whipped topping containers and sat them on the floor next to her. Then he carried the pot over and sat down in front of her and put it on the floor next to them.
"Ready," he asked.
to be continued... art is in the hands
Larry took a wash cloth in his hand and squeezed some body wash onto the rag. Iris watched as he did this, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. Then he reached over and gently rubbed the soapy cloth all over her breasts, following the curve underneath and up over her hardening nipples.
He took her hand in his and ran the cloth up and down the length of her arm and did the same to her other arm. With a little coaxing, he had her bend forward and started washing her back.
Iris could not help the temptation and found his hard shaft under the bubbles. As he ran the wash cloth up and down her back, she started to stroke him.
“Oh, darling girl,” he said, “if we start that here, we may not get to dessert.”
Iris giggled, and kissed him as she sat up. Larry coaxed her into a reclining position and proceeded to wash from her toes up her legs. When he got to the tops of her thighs, he asked if she could lift herself a little.
Holding onto the sides of the tub and pushing with her feet against Larry’s knees, Iris lifted herself while he ran the cloth down between her legs. Iris gasped when he rubbed her pussy, the edge of the cloth slipping between her folds. Then he quickly ran it over her butt.
When he was finished, Iris took the cloth from him.
“Your turn, now,” she said, and proceeded to wash him as just as thoroughly. When she got to his cock, she squeezed a little as she rubbed it with the cloth, getting a gasp from him. Iris smiled as he squirmed.
“Now, we’re even,” she said.
“How about your hair,” Larry said.
“I did what you asked,” Iris said, “I washed it earlier and no hair spray or mousse or anything like that.”
“Good,” he said, “now let’s dry off and go make dessert.”
They went to the kitchen, naked. Larry had an extra large oil-cloth on the floor that looked like an old fashioned picnic table cloth. The ingredients for his dessert were already on the counter.
“Where did you find all this,” Iris asked as she saw the over sized containers of chocolate syrup and pudding and whipped topping.
“I go to the same place the restaurants go to get their supplies,” Larry said.
He opened the two half-gallon chocolate syrup bottles and poured them to a pot. Then he opened a small bottle of crème de cocoa and poured the contents in while he stirred. Iris sniffed the heady mixture and hummed her approval.
“Here,” Larry said, “take this and sit in the middle of the floor.”
He handed her a small roll shaped chocolate cake. It was moist in her hands and she sat down carefully. He quickly popped the plastic ring off the pudding and whipped topping containers and sat them on the floor next to her. Then he carried the pot over and sat down in front of her and put it on the floor next to them.
"Ready," he asked.
to be continued... art is in the hands
food freak...
I LOVE IT:::::
At last have found food sex lovers on the net...
Of course cleaning up afterwards is important, i am a doctor and i know.. but if you are one of those who like to roll off after sex and start snoring, dont try it... on the other hand, if you like to wash your girlfriends lovely pussy after wild food sex... then i think it is worth it...
i had a hard time convincing my wife my food sex fantasy... till then once on her birthday, i had her spread out on a plastic bed sheet, and i put two really creamy pastry pieces on her belly, and smeared her all over with it... and proceede to lick her off.. by the time i reached her pussy, she was oozing out her cunt honey like crazy... fucking wiht our bodies smeared and shining and glistening was so sexy...i especially love to go down on my wife after i have cumm in her, and so i sucked and licked her after till i was hard again, then i fucked her again, then we wnet to the bath, and i used a pump to pump out the pussy till it was clean... and then one last nibble, suck, lick on the honey lips...
we then proceeded, to me stuffing my wifes cunt with whipped cream and me fucking her wiht my cock smeared with liquid chocolate or once with Baileys.. it was so exciting to see my throbbing hot cock covered brown, sliding between her cunt lips, and seeing the white creamoozing out between my cock and her lips...
as i said, the best part is 69-ing afterwards...
have never tried anything else than chocolate/cream/liquids... all that can be later washed out with warm water... did try campari, wine, -- wow!! but never tried areated drinks in cunt.... guess is dangerous...
and when we are too lazy -- i just love to suck and lick her honey pussy and drink up the sweet cunt-juices as they seep out, feel her spasming and cumming, see her belly contracting... nothing is better than licking a wwet pussy.... thats what the dogs love too.. and if we men come down from our pedestrials and accept that we are animals... then i admit i love nothing more than to pleasure my wife and see her in passion....
do keep up the food-chain... looking for new ideas/experiences...
rimpuchi69@yahoo.de
I LOVE IT:::::
At last have found food sex lovers on the net...
Of course cleaning up afterwards is important, i am a doctor and i know.. but if you are one of those who like to roll off after sex and start snoring, dont try it... on the other hand, if you like to wash your girlfriends lovely pussy after wild food sex... then i think it is worth it...
i had a hard time convincing my wife my food sex fantasy... till then once on her birthday, i had her spread out on a plastic bed sheet, and i put two really creamy pastry pieces on her belly, and smeared her all over with it... and proceede to lick her off.. by the time i reached her pussy, she was oozing out her cunt honey like crazy... fucking wiht our bodies smeared and shining and glistening was so sexy...i especially love to go down on my wife after i have cumm in her, and so i sucked and licked her after till i was hard again, then i fucked her again, then we wnet to the bath, and i used a pump to pump out the pussy till it was clean... and then one last nibble, suck, lick on the honey lips...
we then proceeded, to me stuffing my wifes cunt with whipped cream and me fucking her wiht my cock smeared with liquid chocolate or once with Baileys.. it was so exciting to see my throbbing hot cock covered brown, sliding between her cunt lips, and seeing the white creamoozing out between my cock and her lips...
as i said, the best part is 69-ing afterwards...
have never tried anything else than chocolate/cream/liquids... all that can be later washed out with warm water... did try campari, wine, -- wow!! but never tried areated drinks in cunt.... guess is dangerous...
and when we are too lazy -- i just love to suck and lick her honey pussy and drink up the sweet cunt-juices as they seep out, feel her spasming and cumming, see her belly contracting... nothing is better than licking a wwet pussy.... thats what the dogs love too.. and if we men come down from our pedestrials and accept that we are animals... then i admit i love nothing more than to pleasure my wife and see her in passion....
do keep up the food-chain... looking for new ideas/experiences...
rimpuchi69@yahoo.de
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Welcome aboard, Doc, and you too, Magic Fingers. Hope you enjoy the thread.
I'm glad to hear your voice of experience and medical knowledge adding confirmation to how to enjoy the added excitement of food to sex and how to handle it afterwards.
Fingers, that is a really good AV. Have you submitted stories to Lit?
-FF (how do you like the chocoholic story so far?)
I'm glad to hear your voice of experience and medical knowledge adding confirmation to how to enjoy the added excitement of food to sex and how to handle it afterwards.
Fingers, that is a really good AV. Have you submitted stories to Lit?
-FF (how do you like the chocoholic story so far?)
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Chocoholic Ch 4
Larry scooted closer to Iris and carefully lifted her legs, one at a time, over his hips so they could sit pelvis to pelvis, his stiff shaft against her wet pussy.
Iris was grinning at him, trembling with anticipation at what they were about to do.
“Put the cake in the pot, Iris,” he said.
She did as he asked, twisting a little, rubbing her pussy lips against his shaft, a shiver of excitement making her drop the cake just as she got it over the chocolate. It splashed just a little against her fingertips.
Larry dipped his finger in the mixture and presented it to her.
“Taste,” he said.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she took his finger in her mouth and washed it clean.
“Do you like,” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she said, “can I have another taste?”
Larry smiled and put his entire hand into the sauce. He watched her face as she drew a sharp breath and raised his cupped hand to her. She bent her lips to his hand and slurped up sauce. When she looked up at him, her lips were covered with chocolate and some dribbled from her chin.
He put his chocolate covered hand on her jaw, pulled her to him, and kissed her, tasting the sweet liquored sauce and her tongue. Iris twisted her head and licked more of the chocolate from the palm of his hand then sought his mouth once more.
“More,” she said when they broke the kiss.
“Pick up the cake again,” he said.
She did not act timid; she plunged her hands into the pot, chocolate coating her almost to her elbows, and lifted the soaked cake, dripping across her legs and held it against her stomach and the tip of his cock.
Larry reached into the pot with both of his hands, cupping them together and then opened them over her breasts, flooding her with chocolate. He massaged the sauce into her skin, tweaking her nipples every time his fingers passed over them. When he leaned forward and sucked a covered nipple into his mouth, she moaned a quiet yes.
His next target was the top of her pussy.
“Raise the cake, closer to your breasts,” he said.
Chocolate flowed down her lips and over his balls as he ran his finger tips through her folds, his knuckles grazing his own hardness. Iris closed her eyes and started pushing against his hand, and when he took it away, she pushed against the side of his hard cock.
Larry pulled her to him again and licked some of the chocolate from her face.
“You sure you want it all over you,” he asked.
Iris nodded her head as she pressed her lips to his.
to be continued...
-FF (am I going too fast? tell me what you think.)
Larry scooted closer to Iris and carefully lifted her legs, one at a time, over his hips so they could sit pelvis to pelvis, his stiff shaft against her wet pussy.
Iris was grinning at him, trembling with anticipation at what they were about to do.
“Put the cake in the pot, Iris,” he said.
She did as he asked, twisting a little, rubbing her pussy lips against his shaft, a shiver of excitement making her drop the cake just as she got it over the chocolate. It splashed just a little against her fingertips.
Larry dipped his finger in the mixture and presented it to her.
“Taste,” he said.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she took his finger in her mouth and washed it clean.
“Do you like,” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she said, “can I have another taste?”
Larry smiled and put his entire hand into the sauce. He watched her face as she drew a sharp breath and raised his cupped hand to her. She bent her lips to his hand and slurped up sauce. When she looked up at him, her lips were covered with chocolate and some dribbled from her chin.
He put his chocolate covered hand on her jaw, pulled her to him, and kissed her, tasting the sweet liquored sauce and her tongue. Iris twisted her head and licked more of the chocolate from the palm of his hand then sought his mouth once more.
“More,” she said when they broke the kiss.
“Pick up the cake again,” he said.
She did not act timid; she plunged her hands into the pot, chocolate coating her almost to her elbows, and lifted the soaked cake, dripping across her legs and held it against her stomach and the tip of his cock.
Larry reached into the pot with both of his hands, cupping them together and then opened them over her breasts, flooding her with chocolate. He massaged the sauce into her skin, tweaking her nipples every time his fingers passed over them. When he leaned forward and sucked a covered nipple into his mouth, she moaned a quiet yes.
His next target was the top of her pussy.
“Raise the cake, closer to your breasts,” he said.
Chocolate flowed down her lips and over his balls as he ran his finger tips through her folds, his knuckles grazing his own hardness. Iris closed her eyes and started pushing against his hand, and when he took it away, she pushed against the side of his hard cock.
Larry pulled her to him again and licked some of the chocolate from her face.
“You sure you want it all over you,” he asked.
Iris nodded her head as she pressed her lips to his.
to be continued...
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Chocoholic Ch 5
Larry scooped another double handful of the chocolate sauce and poured it over Iris. He watched it flow from her collarbone down over her breasts and form miniature waterfalls from her nipples onto the cake she held.
Iris sat with her eyes closed, smiling, her back arched just a little, savoring the wet sticky feel on her skin. The next touch of the sauce made her open her eyes again as chocolate began to flow down from her knees to her feet. She watched as Larry bathed her feet, one at a time, spreading the slick dark sauce all the way to the tips of her toes. This made her pussy get wetter with her own juices and it made her squirm a little, guaranteeing that Larry’s cock remained rigid. She noticed the bubble of clear liquid at the tip and wiped it off with the cake. The momentary soft wipe made him groan.
He did not stop. Chocolate was spread on each thigh and up her sides and over her arms. When he was satisfied that everything he could see was covered with chocolate, he pulled her too him again and they tasted each other’s lips.
“I want you to lean forward again,” Larry said, “but I don’t want to mash the cake. It’s going to take some control, so lean your left shoulder against my right.”
Iris nodded then leaned forward until their shoulders met.
Larry lifted the pot of chocolate and poured some over her back, spreading it as well as he could.
“Now,” he said, “close your eyes and breathe through your mouth.”
Iris stiffened.
“Are you okay,” Larry asked, “we can stop if you want.”
“No, don’t stop,” Iris said.
Gently, he poured the remaining sauce over her head, spreading it through her hair with his fingers. Then he lifted her face once more and licked the sauce from her eyes and kissed her, probing with his tongue while she moaned into his mouth.
“Ready for the next ingredient,” he asked.
Iris nodded her head and then watched as he picked-up the container of pudding and began spreading it over the cake she was still holding.
“Turn it while I do this so I can cover it evenly,” he said.
Iris followed his instructions and felt the gooey mixture flow over her hands and drip in her lap.
Larry took the remaining pudding and spread it on her breasts – a chocolate pudding bra that covered her hard nipples thickly and then he scooped the last of it and felt between them, spreading the thick goo over and into her leaking hole.
“Last ingredient,” he announced as he picked up the first of the three containers of chocolate whipped topping.
“I didn’t even know they made that in chocolate,” Iris said, her breath a little short.
“Oh, they do it in more flavors,” he said, “but you wanted to have the ultimate chocolate dessert so it was a natural choice.”
He scooped out the entire contents of the first container over her left breast and merely patted to keep it somewhat in place. Iris felt it begin to slip almost immediately and pulled the cake up higher to keep it from falling.
The second container full of the cream took it’s place on her right breast. The third was plopped into their combined lap, covering not only her pussy, but his leaking cock.
This time when he pulled her to him, his hands still covered in pudding and now the whipped topping, he pressed her against him, the cake trapped in between their bodies and his hands wandering from her face over her breast to the bottom of her butt.
“Ready to have your dessert,” he asked.
Her reply was a much more aggressive kiss.
to be continued...
Larry scooped another double handful of the chocolate sauce and poured it over Iris. He watched it flow from her collarbone down over her breasts and form miniature waterfalls from her nipples onto the cake she held.
Iris sat with her eyes closed, smiling, her back arched just a little, savoring the wet sticky feel on her skin. The next touch of the sauce made her open her eyes again as chocolate began to flow down from her knees to her feet. She watched as Larry bathed her feet, one at a time, spreading the slick dark sauce all the way to the tips of her toes. This made her pussy get wetter with her own juices and it made her squirm a little, guaranteeing that Larry’s cock remained rigid. She noticed the bubble of clear liquid at the tip and wiped it off with the cake. The momentary soft wipe made him groan.
He did not stop. Chocolate was spread on each thigh and up her sides and over her arms. When he was satisfied that everything he could see was covered with chocolate, he pulled her too him again and they tasted each other’s lips.
“I want you to lean forward again,” Larry said, “but I don’t want to mash the cake. It’s going to take some control, so lean your left shoulder against my right.”
Iris nodded then leaned forward until their shoulders met.
Larry lifted the pot of chocolate and poured some over her back, spreading it as well as he could.
“Now,” he said, “close your eyes and breathe through your mouth.”
Iris stiffened.
“Are you okay,” Larry asked, “we can stop if you want.”
“No, don’t stop,” Iris said.
Gently, he poured the remaining sauce over her head, spreading it through her hair with his fingers. Then he lifted her face once more and licked the sauce from her eyes and kissed her, probing with his tongue while she moaned into his mouth.
“Ready for the next ingredient,” he asked.
Iris nodded her head and then watched as he picked-up the container of pudding and began spreading it over the cake she was still holding.
“Turn it while I do this so I can cover it evenly,” he said.
Iris followed his instructions and felt the gooey mixture flow over her hands and drip in her lap.
Larry took the remaining pudding and spread it on her breasts – a chocolate pudding bra that covered her hard nipples thickly and then he scooped the last of it and felt between them, spreading the thick goo over and into her leaking hole.
“Last ingredient,” he announced as he picked up the first of the three containers of chocolate whipped topping.
“I didn’t even know they made that in chocolate,” Iris said, her breath a little short.
“Oh, they do it in more flavors,” he said, “but you wanted to have the ultimate chocolate dessert so it was a natural choice.”
He scooped out the entire contents of the first container over her left breast and merely patted to keep it somewhat in place. Iris felt it begin to slip almost immediately and pulled the cake up higher to keep it from falling.
The second container full of the cream took it’s place on her right breast. The third was plopped into their combined lap, covering not only her pussy, but his leaking cock.
This time when he pulled her to him, his hands still covered in pudding and now the whipped topping, he pressed her against him, the cake trapped in between their bodies and his hands wandering from her face over her breast to the bottom of her butt.
“Ready to have your dessert,” he asked.
Her reply was a much more aggressive kiss.
to be continued...
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Chocoholic Ch 6
Larry gently laid Iris on her back, broke off a piece of the wet cake, and fed it too her. It was soaked with the liquor laden sauce, coated in pudding and whipped topping – all chocolate through and through. The piece was too big for her to take in one bite and he put the rest into his own mouth.
When she started to lick her lips, he kissed her, mashing his own coated lips against hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Iris could feel his rigid shaft seeming to probe between her legs as it slipped back and forth through the slippery pudding. She pushed her hips toward him, hoping he would quickly find her entry. She grabbed his face in her hands, wanting the kiss to last forever, trying to hold on to him as she tasted the mixture of chocolate in so many textures at once.
He broke the kiss and she almost laughed when she looked at his chocolate streaked face.
Larry smiled back at her and said, “I’ve just got to taste you.”
In a smooth motion that belied the slippery substances they were playing with, he went down on her. Plunging his face between her legs, he clamped his mouth to her pussy and ran his tongue from south to north. He reached the little pole and tried to suck it out of its sheath.
Iris was helpless under his ministrations, squirming on the floor, mewling as the sensations flashed through her body. She ran her hands through the mixture covering her breasts and massaged herself, spreading the chocolate in slow circles while Larry continued to work his magical tongue through the liquid she was adding to his dessert.
Even with her legs draped over his shoulders, Iris could do no more than wiggle against his mouth. It was almost like she was floating on water that felt solid beneath her, but gave way any time she tried to push against it.
Larry was enjoying his dessert immensely. Iris’s chocolate coated pussy was producing its own juice to add to the flavor, making the dark sauce even slicker on his tongue. Her lips were open and seemed to almost lick back at his lips as he nibbled and licked and sucked his way slowly from one end of her slit to the other and back again.
When he slipped a finger up inside her, Iris tried to grab his head with her chocolate covered hands, managing only to massage the coatings into his hair as he probed for the hard little spot inside of her.
Between the sauce she was making inside her pussy and the chocolate on his finger, Larry had a hard time trying to locate the magic button under her skin. But he did not let that keep him from trying. Whipped topping and pudding were flowing over his nose and pooling below his chin, but still he slurped away at her clit while he slipped a second finger inside to help with his hunt.
He began to feel one spot inside her begin to react to his poking fingers. He pulled his fingers out and swiftly sucked the chocolate and juices then poked back inside and tried to rub with more friction. The one-sided control of movement was driving Iris crazy. Try as she might, she could no more pull away from the sensations mounting in her body than she could push against his hand to take her over the edge.
Even when she felt like she was going to pee from the pressure building in her, she could not stop him nor even add words to her moaning. Suddenly she gushed. She tried saying she was sorry, but the orgasmic wave overtook her at the same time. Her body slid back and forth as she stiffened and he lowered his mouth to her again and lapped at the thick liquid that issued from her fount.
to be continued...
Larry gently laid Iris on her back, broke off a piece of the wet cake, and fed it too her. It was soaked with the liquor laden sauce, coated in pudding and whipped topping – all chocolate through and through. The piece was too big for her to take in one bite and he put the rest into his own mouth.
When she started to lick her lips, he kissed her, mashing his own coated lips against hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Iris could feel his rigid shaft seeming to probe between her legs as it slipped back and forth through the slippery pudding. She pushed her hips toward him, hoping he would quickly find her entry. She grabbed his face in her hands, wanting the kiss to last forever, trying to hold on to him as she tasted the mixture of chocolate in so many textures at once.
He broke the kiss and she almost laughed when she looked at his chocolate streaked face.
Larry smiled back at her and said, “I’ve just got to taste you.”
In a smooth motion that belied the slippery substances they were playing with, he went down on her. Plunging his face between her legs, he clamped his mouth to her pussy and ran his tongue from south to north. He reached the little pole and tried to suck it out of its sheath.
Iris was helpless under his ministrations, squirming on the floor, mewling as the sensations flashed through her body. She ran her hands through the mixture covering her breasts and massaged herself, spreading the chocolate in slow circles while Larry continued to work his magical tongue through the liquid she was adding to his dessert.
Even with her legs draped over his shoulders, Iris could do no more than wiggle against his mouth. It was almost like she was floating on water that felt solid beneath her, but gave way any time she tried to push against it.
Larry was enjoying his dessert immensely. Iris’s chocolate coated pussy was producing its own juice to add to the flavor, making the dark sauce even slicker on his tongue. Her lips were open and seemed to almost lick back at his lips as he nibbled and licked and sucked his way slowly from one end of her slit to the other and back again.
When he slipped a finger up inside her, Iris tried to grab his head with her chocolate covered hands, managing only to massage the coatings into his hair as he probed for the hard little spot inside of her.
Between the sauce she was making inside her pussy and the chocolate on his finger, Larry had a hard time trying to locate the magic button under her skin. But he did not let that keep him from trying. Whipped topping and pudding were flowing over his nose and pooling below his chin, but still he slurped away at her clit while he slipped a second finger inside to help with his hunt.
He began to feel one spot inside her begin to react to his poking fingers. He pulled his fingers out and swiftly sucked the chocolate and juices then poked back inside and tried to rub with more friction. The one-sided control of movement was driving Iris crazy. Try as she might, she could no more pull away from the sensations mounting in her body than she could push against his hand to take her over the edge.
Even when she felt like she was going to pee from the pressure building in her, she could not stop him nor even add words to her moaning. Suddenly she gushed. She tried saying she was sorry, but the orgasmic wave overtook her at the same time. Her body slid back and forth as she stiffened and he lowered his mouth to her again and lapped at the thick liquid that issued from her fount.
to be continued...
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Chapter 7
Before Iris could come down from her climax, Larry slipped up her chocolate smeared body and into her with one fluid motion and pressed his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue and her flavor into her mouth. She was surprised in the back of her mind that she did not taste of pee, but instead that it simply tasted like her regular pussy juice with chocolate. This was all the rational thought she could manage while she felt his thick cock slide up and down her passageway.
She gave herself over to her body and the sensations that were coursing through her. Larry’s hands found her breasts and began mashing the remainder of the cake and pudding and whipped topping into her skin. The feeling was luxuriant and even when he tweaked her nipples, the cake provided a momentary friction and then they slipped like oiled rubber out of his grasp, giving her just the right amount of connection into the electrical charge that they shared.
But friction was missing at their most physical connection. Between all the emollients, he slipped too easily in and out of her pussy. Time was only reducing the passion of their bodies, letting the rise and fall of their efforts become a calm in the storm.
“Put your legs out straight, next to mine,” Larry said.
Iris did as she was asked and Larry rolled them over, putting her on top. She started to move her knees up beside them, but he shook his head.
“Turn around,” he said.
Iris smiled, he had tasted so good when he kissed her, and she just had to taste him where he had been completely coated in her own juices.
Larry helped her as she spun around on top of him. Iris swallowed him in a single slurping gulp, making him feel like he would lose it right then. But the sensation passed as she spit him back out while she coughed at the suddenness of it. Then she went right back to licking and sucking all over his rigid shaft.
He was not about to take without giving. Since he’d had something bigger than a finger in her, he poked three up her tunnel, feeling around once more for that sensitive spot. At the same time he licked from her clit up to his fingers and back down again. Each time he hit her clit she moaned and squirmed, little shudders racing through her pussy against his tongue and fingers. In return she continued to bathe and suck on his cock as she cradled and loosely massaged his chocolate coated balls.
He hit both spots simultaneously, her clit and her g-spot. The result was more than he expected as she almost rose from his body, spitting him out and groaning while a large wave of orgasm came over her. Her entire weight pushed back against his mouth and hand and he rubbed her little magic circle furiously, giving her a continuous wave to ride. Her voice rose in volume and pitch in a primal scream – still she did not move away from his tongue or fingers. Her fluids splashed against his nose and mouth, running down his cheeks and onto his neck.
Larry broke his rhythm to keep from suffocating, taking in a huge gulp of air.
“No,” Iris said, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He dove back in and renewed his assault upon her trigger points. Iris could not maintain enough control to trust taking him back into her mouth, not matter how good it tasted or felt. She simply pumped him and took occasionally licks of his shaft while she whimpered and wriggled on top of him.
It took less time to bring her back to paradise as she thrashed in his oral embrace. This time, she came off the climax and collapsed against him, her head hanging down and her nose coming to rest against his aching, coated balls.
to be continued...
Before Iris could come down from her climax, Larry slipped up her chocolate smeared body and into her with one fluid motion and pressed his mouth to hers, forcing his tongue and her flavor into her mouth. She was surprised in the back of her mind that she did not taste of pee, but instead that it simply tasted like her regular pussy juice with chocolate. This was all the rational thought she could manage while she felt his thick cock slide up and down her passageway.
She gave herself over to her body and the sensations that were coursing through her. Larry’s hands found her breasts and began mashing the remainder of the cake and pudding and whipped topping into her skin. The feeling was luxuriant and even when he tweaked her nipples, the cake provided a momentary friction and then they slipped like oiled rubber out of his grasp, giving her just the right amount of connection into the electrical charge that they shared.
But friction was missing at their most physical connection. Between all the emollients, he slipped too easily in and out of her pussy. Time was only reducing the passion of their bodies, letting the rise and fall of their efforts become a calm in the storm.
“Put your legs out straight, next to mine,” Larry said.
Iris did as she was asked and Larry rolled them over, putting her on top. She started to move her knees up beside them, but he shook his head.
“Turn around,” he said.
Iris smiled, he had tasted so good when he kissed her, and she just had to taste him where he had been completely coated in her own juices.
Larry helped her as she spun around on top of him. Iris swallowed him in a single slurping gulp, making him feel like he would lose it right then. But the sensation passed as she spit him back out while she coughed at the suddenness of it. Then she went right back to licking and sucking all over his rigid shaft.
He was not about to take without giving. Since he’d had something bigger than a finger in her, he poked three up her tunnel, feeling around once more for that sensitive spot. At the same time he licked from her clit up to his fingers and back down again. Each time he hit her clit she moaned and squirmed, little shudders racing through her pussy against his tongue and fingers. In return she continued to bathe and suck on his cock as she cradled and loosely massaged his chocolate coated balls.
He hit both spots simultaneously, her clit and her g-spot. The result was more than he expected as she almost rose from his body, spitting him out and groaning while a large wave of orgasm came over her. Her entire weight pushed back against his mouth and hand and he rubbed her little magic circle furiously, giving her a continuous wave to ride. Her voice rose in volume and pitch in a primal scream – still she did not move away from his tongue or fingers. Her fluids splashed against his nose and mouth, running down his cheeks and onto his neck.
Larry broke his rhythm to keep from suffocating, taking in a huge gulp of air.
“No,” Iris said, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He dove back in and renewed his assault upon her trigger points. Iris could not maintain enough control to trust taking him back into her mouth, not matter how good it tasted or felt. She simply pumped him and took occasionally licks of his shaft while she whimpered and wriggled on top of him.
It took less time to bring her back to paradise as she thrashed in his oral embrace. This time, she came off the climax and collapsed against him, her head hanging down and her nose coming to rest against his aching, coated balls.
to be continued...
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Chapter 8
Larry began to worry that Iris had fainted from too many orgasms too fast. He did not want her to suffocate from the thickening chocolate mixture, so he rolled her over onto her back and made sure her mouth was open.
She smiled weakly, so he kissed her gently on the mouth.
“How did you do that,” she asked.
“Do what?”
“How did you make me come so hard so many times?” She put her hand on his slick face.
“I just did what I love to do,” he said.
At that she pulled him down on top of him and as she explored his mouth with her tongue, she grasped his hard phallus and tried to slide her hand up and down his length. But she was weak from the cost of her orgasms.
Larry broke the kiss and said, “I think it’s time to go back to the tub.”
Iris gave him no argument. He slid over to a corner of the oilcloth and grabbed a couple of towels that he had set out earlier. With these he wiped his feet as clean as he could and then got up and created a towel covered path to the bathroom. He came back with more towels and gently wiped the chocolate from Iris’s feet and then helped her up.
She was a little unsure on her feet – partly because of how weak she still felt, and partly because she still felt the oilskin cloth was like walking on ice. They made it to the towels and she began to feel a bit steadier.
Once there, Larry let her slide down the side of the tub while he warmed the water and rinsed the bulk of the chocolate off himself. Then he brought the shower head down to where she sat, glad he’d installed the tractable hose.
Gently, he rubbed her body, sluicing the remaining chocolate from her hair, her face, her neck and shoulders. He went slowly – there was no reason to hurry. She relaxed as he held her and rinsed the brown sweetness off their bodies. He cupped each breast, watching the water clear revealing her swollen nipples.
She watched him, noting the wonder and care in his eyes, the way he smiled as his hand caressed her. Somehow she was still aroused, and then she became aware of his needs as she felt his erection against her buttock.
“Oh, you still haven’t come yet,” she said, “let me do something about that.”
“Hush,” he said, “don’t worry about that. Just relax and enjoy – I know I’m enjoying this a lot.”
She smiled at him while he ran the water over her stomach.
When the water began to hit her exposed clit, she gasped and took the hose away from him to concentrate the flow where she wanted it. Larry leaned back himself, content to watch her masturbate. Her fingers slid around her nether lips, squeezing and pushing for release. At first she was simply in another world, oblivious to her surroundings. But after a minute of rubbing herself while the spray pounded into her she opened her eyes and watched him reacting to her, slowly pumping himself.
After a couple more minutes he took the hose back from her. She looked at him, flushed from her body’s reactions, feeling wanton, feeling every bit the slut she wanted to be that night.
to be continued... there's still more clean fun ahead
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Larry began to worry that Iris had fainted from too many orgasms too fast. He did not want her to suffocate from the thickening chocolate mixture, so he rolled her over onto her back and made sure her mouth was open.
She smiled weakly, so he kissed her gently on the mouth.
“How did you do that,” she asked.
“Do what?”
“How did you make me come so hard so many times?” She put her hand on his slick face.
“I just did what I love to do,” he said.
At that she pulled him down on top of him and as she explored his mouth with her tongue, she grasped his hard phallus and tried to slide her hand up and down his length. But she was weak from the cost of her orgasms.
Larry broke the kiss and said, “I think it’s time to go back to the tub.”
Iris gave him no argument. He slid over to a corner of the oilcloth and grabbed a couple of towels that he had set out earlier. With these he wiped his feet as clean as he could and then got up and created a towel covered path to the bathroom. He came back with more towels and gently wiped the chocolate from Iris’s feet and then helped her up.
She was a little unsure on her feet – partly because of how weak she still felt, and partly because she still felt the oilskin cloth was like walking on ice. They made it to the towels and she began to feel a bit steadier.
Once there, Larry let her slide down the side of the tub while he warmed the water and rinsed the bulk of the chocolate off himself. Then he brought the shower head down to where she sat, glad he’d installed the tractable hose.
Gently, he rubbed her body, sluicing the remaining chocolate from her hair, her face, her neck and shoulders. He went slowly – there was no reason to hurry. She relaxed as he held her and rinsed the brown sweetness off their bodies. He cupped each breast, watching the water clear revealing her swollen nipples.
She watched him, noting the wonder and care in his eyes, the way he smiled as his hand caressed her. Somehow she was still aroused, and then she became aware of his needs as she felt his erection against her buttock.
“Oh, you still haven’t come yet,” she said, “let me do something about that.”
“Hush,” he said, “don’t worry about that. Just relax and enjoy – I know I’m enjoying this a lot.”
She smiled at him while he ran the water over her stomach.
When the water began to hit her exposed clit, she gasped and took the hose away from him to concentrate the flow where she wanted it. Larry leaned back himself, content to watch her masturbate. Her fingers slid around her nether lips, squeezing and pushing for release. At first she was simply in another world, oblivious to her surroundings. But after a minute of rubbing herself while the spray pounded into her she opened her eyes and watched him reacting to her, slowly pumping himself.
After a couple more minutes he took the hose back from her. She looked at him, flushed from her body’s reactions, feeling wanton, feeling every bit the slut she wanted to be that night.
to be continued... there's still more clean fun ahead
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