Elsa likes to spread chocolate sauce on my balls and lick them clean. The most amazing feeling, I promise you, is being eaten like a double scoop, nut covered, chocolate dipped sundae. Elsa uses a silver opener to punch two holes in a can of Hershey’s Syrup, and then she pulls down my boxers. I love her sweet hands on the waistband of my shorts, urgently tugging, pulling, rolling the elastic down my muscled thighs, yanking it down my legs and off my feet.
“Wild,” is how I describe her to Bill, my best friend. “She just goes wild on me.”
“Lucky,” is how Bill describes me and my exciting relationship.
Once I’m naked, Elsa scoops my balls up in her little hands and drowns them in the thick, oozing syrup. It flows over the base of my cock and down between my legs. She smears the rich chocolate up the insides of my thighs, then wipes her hands clean on the flat of my stomach.
“Sticky sweet,” she smiles at me.
“My hungry kitten,” I call her.
Sometimes she completes the dessert with whipped cream, delighting in the rush of foam that spurts from the down turned can. A “Sam Supreme” with a maraschino cherry nestled in the clouds of cream.
Elsa curls herself between my legs and laps at me with her delicate tongue. She is very thorough, devouring ever drip of the rich chocolate, every sinful fluff of white whipped cream. Then she finishes the meal by drawing my bulging cock into her perfect mouth and bathing it in the delicious heat of her throat. She licks and sucks until the first clear drops of precome slide onto her tongue. She is dripping wet herself by now, and she quickly straddles me and holds her pussy lips open so that I enter her with one long thrust.
Oh, the sounds my sweet kitten makes. She moans and cries, then arches her back and presses her smooth little breasts forward for me to cup with my big hands. That really sets her off. I roll her nipples between my fingers until they’re as hard as tiny candies. I stroke her breasts, her concave belly. I hook my hands together, letting her rest the weight of her pubis against them. She rubs back and forth, creating a dangerous friction that makes her purr and her strawberry blonde ringlets cascade over me in glittering softness, tickling my chest and shoulders.
I never stop pounding into her this whole time. I almost pull out with each stroke, leaving only the head of my cock inside her. She contracts on me with the powerful muscles of her pussy, desperately trying to keep me inside that velvet corridor.
That’s the trick to giving her pleasure, the constant and continual threat hanging about her unspoken, but there that at any time I might stop fucking her and decide to roll over and go to sleep, or take care of myself with a few well known moves by my right hand.
Of course, I don’t do that to her, but I’m very good at teasing. I make her work for her orgasms. I keep the rhythm going, a powerful in and out Lambada that has both of our hearts racing for the finish line. She grasps my shoulders for leverage, moving with me, rocking her hips from side to side to help my cock find all the right places within her, those secret, forbidden places that set her on fire. When I’m about to explode, I slow down, knowing that she wants me to keep driving that steady beat and, despite her moans of protest, I pull out.
“Please,” she whispers. But I refuse her and lift her straining body off mine.
“Please, Sam, please . . . ”
I lay her down on her back and run my fingers all over her precious body, everywhere except the place she wants them the most. She squirms from the intensity of her need and from the thought that she might not get what she wants. But I just keep stroking her, and then, while she watches with wide ocean eyes, I grab a mentholated cough drop from the bedside table, unwrap it and start to suck it.
She lies so still while I finish the cough drop, barely holding herself in, knowing what’s to come. When my mouth is all tingly, I part her legs and tell her to open her pussy for me. When she spreads herself wide like that for me, her fingers slippery with her heady nectar, I go wild on her satin skin slit.
I bend forward and begin lapping at her juices with the flat of my mentholated tongue. I lick and lick and dive for each drop of luscious honey. The medicine in those cough drops does much more than numb a sore throat, it sends sparks through her entire system, currents of blue electricity that build into thick fluid lines, pulsing in the heart of her pussy, beating down deep.
“Ohh,” she moans and clutches fistfuls of my hair, driving her hips forward while forcing my face against her, getting her juices all over my nose and chin. I hold onto her hips to stay with her she’s controlling the rhythm now, she’s thrusting to her own beat and I let my tongue go even deeper. My breath is a cool rush against the heat rising off her pussy, a wave of mint ice that touches her sensitive clitoris.
I pull free from her demanding grasp and flick my tongue lower, press just the tip against her asshole. That makes her truly lose control and she screams like a heroine in a black and white horror movie. I press my tongue in just a little farther and she wriggles against me and screams louder.
It takes me right over the edge, and I sit back on my heels, grab her by the waist and thrust my cock so deep into her body that I feel we will both shatter with force. Elsa screams again not a moan or a cry, but a hungry scream and I pound my pulsing cock into her again and again, pull out and then go back in to the hilt, my balls slapping hard against her, spanking her pretty bottom.
Her legs are all over my thighs, and she arches and fucks my back, moving her body in sync with mine, clenching handfuls of the sheet beneath her. I have a second to think that she has never looked so beautiful, her blonde mane tossed back from her lovely face, her full lips drawn away from her teeth in an almost devilish grin. Her cheeks are flushed as if she’s been running, and her body seems to glow with the heat of our sex.
Then my mind goes blank and I just pump into her and fuck her until I can’t hold back any longer. Through gritted teeth I groan, “You better come now, baby.” And she moans and shudders and I feel those unreal contractions of her pussy around my cock, grabbing me, milking me. We come together, flowing on and on forever, until we are both as limp as two rag dolls. I hold her to me, my cock still deep inside her, our bodies glued together with sex and sweat. We fall asleep like that, playing starring roles in each other’s mentholated dreams.
Sam P., North Dakota