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Chocolate Dreams
by Lotuseater
Getting into her car, Vivienne Wu angrily
slammed the door of her sleek black convertible.
She was a vision of glittering diamond necklace
and bracelet, lustrous upswept hair, and perfect
ivory complexion, decked out in black stiletto
heels and black silk stockings.
All day spent at the spa, hours with her hair and
meticulous makeup for her husband's birthday
dinner tonight, all for nothing. When she'd
telephoned his office to confirm his early arrival,
he'd been apologetic and said he'd have to have a
business dinner tonight instead. Dinner would be
ruined. Furious words had ensued, and she'd icily
wished him good luck on finding her at home
when he eventually returned.
As she roared out of the carport, Vivienne dialed
Rebecca, her best friend and confidante. Another
"trophy" wife, Rebecca Sommersby had been
Vivienne's oldest friend since she'd emigrated
to America. Driving aimlessly through the small
suburb of Willow Lake, Vivienne fumed into the
telephone. Rebecca was sympathetic. "Twenty
years, and he does this to me! I've been a good
mother, a good wife, and this is how he
appreciates me?" the beautiful Chinese woman
asked rhetorically.
"Viv, don't go there. You know Colin loves you.
He's probably working on another big merger.
You've got a hard-working man, that's all. These
things happen. You know, Jack hasn't been home
for supper in weeks."
She was silent. Colin Wu was a wonderful
husband, a marvelous father to their daughter and
well regarded in their little town. "Darling, why
don't you just give him a raincheck?" Vivienne
slowed her car as she entered the little town.
"Rebecca, you're right. I suppose I was just
disappointed. Let me! ring Colin straight away
and make it up to him."
"Honey, maybe you're disappointed because you
were looking for a little something in return
after supper," Rebecca thought to herself.
The office telephone rang until Heather, Colin's
secretary, answered. "Heather, it's Mrs. Wu.
Please take a message for Colin that I'm sorry
about dinner tonight, and..." Vivienne's eye was
caught by the vivid neon sign of the store before
her, fairly shouting "Chocolate Dreams" in
bold lavender and pink. "Tell him I'll have a
surprise for him when he gets home!" the
thirty-nine year old woman said impulsively.
Inside the ice-cream parlor Chocolate Dreams,
pretty Anna Cathcart was vaguely disquieted. As
Vivienne Wu was ivory and ebony, the perky
blonde was a wholesome peaches and cream, set
off by a glowing golden tan. Her only concession
to makeup was her bright pink lipstick. The
young coed had been thinking about a recent
incident that both frightened and excited,
something that spoke volumes about who she was
and where she was going in life.
She'd found herself in the school library. She
didn't need books, or research, or to borrow
anything. Anna was there because of Miss Flynn
the librarian. Willow Lake rumor had it that Miss
Flynn was gay, and out of curiosity Anna was
determined to find out.
When she'd found the tall, busty redhead alone in
the back of the periodicals section, Anna posed
her question by standing on tiptoes and simply
kissing her full on her luscious mouth. The
surprised librarian had been taken aback at first,
then responded eagerly. She'd asked if Anna was
sure about this. Anna had nodded vigorously.
They'd had supper together in her apartment (the
first time Anna had lobster). That night Miss
Flynn had become "Jessica" and Anna had lost her
virginity.
Anna was tingling with the memory of their hour
of tender lovemaking, and musing about other
possibilities when the doorchime rang musically,
announcing a customer. She was surprised to
see Mrs. Wu enter, dressed to the nines. She had
been friends with Karen, Mrs. Wu's daughter, who
was away at State College.
"Hello, Anna," Mrs. Wu exclaimed. "We've not
seen you in a long time!"
"Hi, Mrs. Wu," Anna replied. "Yes, it's been a
while." Impossible thoughts began forming in the
nineteen year-old's mind. She was fascinated by
the older woman's ravishing appearance. What
was the occasion, some kind of party? Anna
toyed with her pony tail distractedly.
"Well, we should have you over soon." Vivienne
removed her gloves. The light caught the polish
of her fingernails, and glinted from her diamond
engagement ring and platinum wedding band.
"Can you please help me?"
Anna wickedly thought about helping herself to
the exotic Asian beauty. Jessica had opened her
eyes to a world of possibilities, but how would she
ever manage to reach Mrs. Wu?
"Sure, Mrs. Wu. What can I do for you?"
"I'd like a birthday cake, a special cake."
"No problem, Mrs. Wu. Oh, look at the time. I'll
tell you what, do you mind if I just flip over
the 'Closed' sign and turn off the front lights?" The
teenager had contrived a definite plan.
"Oh, please go right ahead, Anna." Vivienne
moved to inspect the freezer case, smoothing her
black silk dress.
"Be right back, Mrs. Wu" the blonde dashed out
to turn over the sign and flick off the lights.
"What will it be, Mrs. Wu?" she asked as she
returned.
"So many choices! I think I'll have this "Rocky
Road and Vanilla" cake with the chocolate icing,
Anna." It was a sumptuous symphony of dark
chocolate frosting, piled high with whipped cream.
"Cool choice, Mrs. Wu! That's my favorite, too."
"Really?" the unsuspecting housewife asked. The
blonde nodded.
"Shall I make it 'Happy Birthday' for Mr. Wu?"
she asked innocently. Her hear thudded in her
chest with the audacity of her bold plan. Would it
work?
"Yes, please Anna." Vivienne fished a twenty
dollar bill from her purse.
"Sure thing," the girl fumbled with the cover. This
would be tricky.
"Here you go," she said as she raised the package
over the counter. Vivienne's outstretched arms
went to meet the package. She couldn't have
known Anna would give the box a little toss, nor
that the lid would flop wide open. Cake,
inscription and all, sailed straight into the woman's
generous chest. It made a spectacular impact, as
the Chinese woman shrieked in surprise.
"Ohmigosh!" exclaimed Anna, running out from
behind the counter. "Here, let me get you cleaned
up, I am sooo sorry," she chattered as she dabbed
at Vivienne's ample front with a towel.
"That's all right, dear," the surprised Vivienne
responded, "accidents will happen."
Anna babbled as she wiped chocolate from the
front of the expensive dress, "Oh, no! Your
beautiful dress is ruined and it's all my fault, I'm so
sorry, Mrs. Wu!" As she had hoped, the sudden
surprise and the cold ice-cream had their expected
effect on Mrs. Wu's nipples. She could feel their
hardness through the lacy brassiere. She couldn't
believe her own daring.
Vivienne couldn't help but notice the younger
girl's attentions. Whatever was Anna doing? It
felt good, whatever the girl was up to. She
suddenly realized, as had Rebecca much earlier,
the reason for her anger with Colin. She'd simply
been horny beyond belief!
"Oh, Mrs. Wu, what can I ever do to make up for
this?" Anna wailed, looking deep into the older
woman's eyes. Vivienne suddenly understood the
younger girl's meaning. Well, she thought, I
certainly have nothing better to do tonight...
"Nonsense, Anna," the Chinese woman reassured
the girl. "Think nothing of it."
"But Mrs. Wu," Anna persisted, still rubbing her
breasts, "I feel so upset."
Vivienne decided to see where this would lead.
"Well, Anna, you're doing fine so far." The pretty
young blonde continued her ministrations to that
marvelous chest. The headiness of the older
woman's perfume was intoxicating.
"Do you really think so, Mrs. Wu?" she asked
coyly. By way of answer, the older woman
brought her lips to the youngster's mouth and
kissed her deeply, even as the girl kneaded her
tits. Eyes closed, they embraced warmly, smearing
the cake's frosting into each other's clothing.
"Oh, yes, Anna," she breathed. "And it's
'Vivienne'."
Fireworks exploded in Anna's head as they broke
their kiss. She was under the dress now, directly
fondling the older woman's fine breasts with her
sticky hands, exposing their pale perfection. Tiny
pink nipples stood out turgidly, proof of the
Chinese woman's obvious excitement. Her bare
shoulders were all gooseflesh, Anna noted with
satisfaction. Vivienne's skin was radiant, like
pearls.
"All right, 'Vivienne', let's see what else I can do,"
Anna whispered, dropping to her knees before her
friend's mother. A soft moan escaped Vivienne's
lips as Anna knelt before her sex. Tender hands
clutched her behind as the blonde buried her face
in the front of her dress. Vivienne leaned against
the counter for support, breathing rapidly.
As Vivienne moved backward, Anna went to flick
off the light, plunging the store into utter
darkness. Returning to the counter, the panting
teenager hitched the black dress up over the older
woman's hips, marvelling at the fineness of the
material. She guided Vivienne's legs together, so
she could slip her panties down and off. Then she
turned her attention to Vivienne's sopping pussy.
She carefully slid a questing finger into the velvety
folds before her. The teenager's hot breath felt
sensational on the Chinese woman's bare bottom.
"Oh, Anna," Vivienne groaned, holding the blonde
head to her bottom. In reply, the girl lavished
attention on the Chinese woman's proud clit. Her
tongue stroked and prodded and caressed and
played, as Jessica had taught her just a few nights
earlier. She was gratified to feel the older
woman's hips bucking in response. Vivienne's
hot, overflowing sex clamped tightly around the
teenager's exploring finger, making a moistly
sucking sound. It felt so wonderful. Just then,
the doormat chime rang its musical tone.
The two lovers froze, their hearts sinking.
"I can't believe I forgot to lock the door," Anna
thought in panic.
Deputy Pat Smythe had been doing rounds in the
quiet town for an hour when she'd noticed the
BMW was still outside the darkened store.
Nearing the end of the evening shift (it was such a
small town that there was no "graveyard shift"),
she had been prepared to go straight home as
usual when she'd spotted the Wu's sportscar in
front of the tony establishment. Following
procedure, she'd tried the door and to her
surprise, it opened.
As she moved into the darkness, she sensed the
sudden movement in the back. She instinctively
reached for her sidearm as she shone her flashlight
toward the huddled pair in the rear of the store.
Pat nearly dropped the flashlight when she saw
who it was, and what they'd been doing. Despite
herself, the beautiful auburn-haired officer smiled
in the dim light.
"Ladies," Pat managed, after she regained her
composure, "I think we can work out a way I can
keep this out of tonight's blotter." The twenty
eight year old deputy had been a confirmed
bisexual since being seduced by the town's buxom
librarian last year. A striking five-eight, she bore
the graceful build of a competitive athlete.
"Yes, Officer," Anna and Vivienne chorused
guiltily.
"Fine," the attractive deputy replied. She
unbuckled her belt.
"First things first, you go and lock up that front
door, Missy," she directed Anna. The blonde
sat up in sudden surprise, then eagerly scurried to
comply.
"Miz Wu, I'll need to take your statement in the
back room. And bring that radio along with
you. If you'd join us young lady?" Pat continued
as she unbuttoned her uniform. She slowly
undressed as she walked along. The two women
gaped as her uniform blouse fell to the floor,
followed by her pants.
When she reached the counter, her brassiere
floated down exposing a magnificent pair of
tanned tits. She was candy-colored all over, with
wide aureoles the size of quarters. There were no
tan lines. As the trio entered the back room, her
damp panties were the last to go. Her bush was
neatly trimmed into a rectangular pattern.
"Leave those fine things on," she huskily directed
the surprised Chinese woman, who had begun
to unzip her dress. "You, I want to see naked,"
she said to Anna. The coed quickly did as she was
told. She pulled her tee shirt over her head,
unclasped her brassiere and slipped off her jeans
and pasnties as quickly as she could. Deputy
Smythe appreciatively took in the sight of the
silken skin, with the pale outline of a thong bikini
complementing the golden tan. She murmured
her satisfaction.
"Now, let Deputy Pat show you the error of your
ways, ladies." The tall auburn-haired athletic
beauty plugged in the bright yellow portable
stereo and turned it on. A snappy technobeat
number came on, with an insistent backbeat.
"Anything you say, Officer," Vivienne answered,
as in a dream. Was this really happening to her?
"Now, Missy, I want you to lay some garbage
bags on the floor there in front of the locker." Pat
told Anna, one hand tweaking her left nipple until
it was rock-hard, the other working busily
between her legs. Her foot rested on a nearby
folding chair, exposing her steaming pink sex for
her audience to appreciate.
"You, there, Miz Wu, I want you to open up that
jug of chocolate sauce and that jar of cherries
there, hop to it!" The two busied themselves while
the deputy masturbated herself to arousal. When
they were done, Pat nodded her approval.
"Now, Anna, I want you on all fours on those
garbage bags. Viv, you straddle her backside."
They did as instructed.
"Viv, hike up you dress so's that nice wet pussy
can rub up on that young ass. That's it, ride
that sweet young thing. Get it going good, now."
The Chinese woman obeyed, hands instinctively
going to her own breasts as she sat astride the girl.
The silken dress, smeared with frosting and
ice-cream, slipped off her shoulders and tits,
exposing her distended nipples. She pulled
and twisted and teased them to even more
hardness. Anna began to moan softly, one hand
fingering her pert young breasts. She felt her
arousal building in her fiery pussy.
"That's it. Viv, bend down on her back. Put your
left hand on Missy's sweet tits. I want you to
rub her pussy with your right. You right handed?
That's fine." Vivienne couldn't believe the
sensation. Her blood-engorged nipples felt as
though they must burst, they were so hard. Her
head swam as her breasts rubbed against the silken
skin of the teenager's back. She scarcely knew
what she was doing as the fingers of her left hand
deftly tweaked the stiffening nipple of Anna's left
breast, while her right hand stroked her sexy
wetness. Anna felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm
mounting deep within her loins, while her tits
burned with desire. She inhaled sharply through
clenched teeth under the older woman's weight.
The slipperiness of the sticky dress aroused her
strangely.
Anna's right fingers roamed with a life of their
own, alternating between her own breast and the
back of Vivienne's talented hand.
"You're doin' fine, gals," the deputy continued.
"Taste your fingers, now, Viv." The Chinese
woman's eyes involuntarily rolled back as she
licked the girl's savory juices from her hand.
Anna's cunt began to spasm as she felt the older
woman's tits stabbing her back, while her wet
pussy sloppily rubbed her ass. She moaned again,
involuntary noises coming from deep in her
throat. "Kiss her, Viv. What are you waiting for,
girl?" Pat said in mock impatience. Vivienne
hungrily searched for the younger girl's mouth.
Impulsively, she thrust her hot tongue into an
ear. With a little cry, Anna's lithe body jerked
convulsively as she climaxed once, then twice.
Vivienne continued rubbing herself against the
younger woman's body, cooing softly to Anna.
She, too, felt the stirrings in her own pussy.
"All right, lesson two." Pat said crisply. "Missy,
you're in that chair over there. Viv, on your
back. That's it, prop yourself up on your elbows,
just like that. Missy, I'm sure you'll find
something to do while you're watchin'," she
continued ironically.
The dazed Chinese woman lay on her back,
wondering what was to come. The deputy, now
thoroughly wet, straddled Vivienne's face, who
greedily buried her tongue in the auburn bush
without waiting for instructions, lapping eagerly at
the drooling pussy before her. Pat gasped with
delight. Without a word, Vivienne licked and
lapped at the sloppy cunt, while Anna idly cupped
her breasts with both hands. The two older
women drank in the sight of the young blonde
playing with her beautiful young body, as she took
in the sensuous scene before her.
Watching and being watched, the young girl was
certainly getting more than she'd bargained for
that night!
>From her awkward squat (which lewdness excited
Anna all the more from her vantage point), Pat
moved off the Chinese woman's face. "Wait, I'm
not finished," the Asian began. "Hush up,
honey; nobody says you are." Pat snapped in
feigned severity. "Sweetie, get that chocolate
sauce over here," the beautiful deputy ordered as
she laid down facing Vivienne. Anna handed the
container to Pat. She had both hands rubbing her
soaking wet pussy, as she stared openly at the
glorious spectacle before her.
"Watch and learn, darlin'," Pat said, pouring the
sticky liquid over her crotch and Vivienne's.
She set the plastic jug down and dipped both
hands into the chocolate. Slowly, deliberately, she
moved her hands over the recumbent woman's
silk-shrouded body, covering it in chocolate.
Vivienne trembled with excitement. Her eyes
sought the deputy's green ones, wide with
wonder. When their bodies were both covered
with the sauce, Pat moved her groin up against
Vivienne's. They clasped hands and ground their
sexes together, slowly at first, then more and more
rapidly.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. You feel that, Sugar? You
feel that?" Pat grunted as the first waves of
her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, shit, yeah,
that's it. Give it to me, you cunt. You're a slut,
ain'tcha? You're my little whore, aren't you? Say
it! Say it, you little bitch!" Pat clamped her
thighs together tightly, making the chocolate
squish and pop with the movement.
Anna was in heaven. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,"
she unconsciously chanted to herself, diddling
her clit and squeezing one breast in time to the
pulsing music. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably.
Was this really happening to her?
Vivienne couldn't believe her ears as she heard
herself respond. "Uh! Unh! Unhh! Yes! Yes! Oh,
yes, Pat, yes! Yes, yes! I'm your little bitch, I'm
your whore! Oh, God, I'm cumming! I'm
cuuuuuuuming! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" Both pairs of
hips thrust into the air simultaneously. In
unison, their thighs left the ground as explosive
climaxes reached them at the same instant.
The two of them came together, shuddering with
ecstasy as girlcum mingled with the chocolate
sauce. Waves of pleasure washed over them for
what seemed like an eternity.
Pat spoke after catching her breath. "Now, baby,
bring them cherries over here. No, don't git
up, Viv; we still ain't done yet, you hot momma."
She husked, one hand stroking the Asian
beauty's hair. Anna rushed to obey.
"Okay Missy, I want you to slip some of those in
here," Pat indicated Vivienne's pussy, "here,"
her puckered asshole, "and here," her mouth.
Anna did, silently. Vivienne held the young girl's
eyes with her own in wanton lust as the pretty
blonde complied. She clamped her rosebud lips
over the teenager's fingers as they left her pouting
mouth. Anna noticed with excitement that
their hot kiss had smeared the older woman's
coral-hued lipstick. She only hoped that her own
face looked as hot!
"Now me," smiled Pat seductively. The cherries
slipped in with a satisfying series of "slurps"
that aroused the young girl still more. She
squirmed again.
"Your turn to get dirty, Girlie," said Pat around a
mouthful of cherry. "C'mere!" She held out
her open arms. With a squeal, Anna dropped into
the beautiful policewoman's muscular embrace.
As they caressed, she was thrilled to feel the
stickiness against her body. Vivienne moved to
rub her still-clothed body against Anna's back. The
sensation was indescribable. They kissed one
another in turn, sticky-sweet cherry juice and
chocolate and cum anointing faces, hair and
clothing. All three were moaning passionately,
writhing and rubbing each other with reckless
abandon. Gasping for breath, Vivienne broke her
embrace to kneel before Anna. She took the
teenager's right nipple into her mouth and sucked
for all she was worth. Anna felt cherry meat
and chocolate sauce on her breast, and clenched
her pussy reflexively.
She gasped as Vivienne playfully nipped her
nipple. Shifting, Pat lay before Anna's kneeling
form. She shoved the blonde's thighs apart
impatiently, and transferred the cherries one by
one from her own pussy into Anna's. The young
girl couldn't believe her eyes. She threw her head
back while Pat worked the cherries in there, while
the older woman's expert tongue played arpeggios
on her throbbing clit. Now it was Vivienne's turn
to pleasure herself with her free hand while these
two beautiful women performed before her eyes,
her mouth full of teenaged tit.
"Ready, girls?" Pat breathed. The two women
ignored her, moaning as Vivienne took as much of
the blonde's breast into her mouth as she could,
while she fingered her own dripping snatch.
Anna's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she
diddled her own clit with one hand and massaged
her free breast with the other.
"Now, Missy, you're really gonna see something!"
Pat exclaimed. As she spoke, she began pulling
the cherries from the teenager's quivering cunt,
one after another. Anna nearly fainted from the
sensation and the sight of Pat greedily devouring
each cum-drenched cherry in turn. As each
cherry emerged, she felt her orgasm building until
finally, unbelievably, she came all over Pat's eager
hand. Sticky cherry juice mixed with girlcum ran
down Pat's chin. Panting for breath, the
exhausted teenager collapsed backwards. As she
did, Pat directed Vivienne to mount the young
blonde's face, so she could return the favor. Pat
took the opportunity to French-kiss the beautiful
Asian, again smearing sticky juices over
Vivienne's flushed face. She straddled
the waiting girl, who prodded and probed with her
hot tongue until she located those warm cherries.
The Chinese woman moaned as each succulent
globe left her pulsing sex. Just as she felt she
could stand no more, she sensed Pat movin!
g to her rear. Dear Lord, what on earth was she
doing?
The policewoman performed the same operation
on her asshole! She could contain herself no
longer. Pat was moaning, frigging herself with her
free hand while exploring Vivienne's sensitive
rectum. Anna contented herself by doing the
same. The three of them came once more,
shuddering to climax.
END
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