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Ice Cream, You Scream (MF, FF, oral sex, food)
by Walks-ny-Night (c) 1991
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My name is Maureen, and I'm taking the time to write this to
help out other women who might have the same problem as myself. My
dilemma was simple. I married a wonderful, secure, attractive man,
whom I adore. I also adore having my pussy eaten, and
unfortunately, my husband, who not normally a picky eater, stops
one step short of hair pie. No matter how I cleansed myself or how
much I would suck his cock, he would simply and without further
discussion refuse to slide his tongue into my love nest. I have a
very good girlfriend who loves to give me excellent head, although
I do not consider myself a lesbian and have never gone down on her.
One day, while she was munching away between my thighs, I let it
slip that Ken, my husband, had never experimented with oral sex on
me. Debbie was aghast, and she told me she would help me formulate
a plan to remedy the situation.
Debbie is a foxy, horny 24-year-old with an incredible chest
measurement of 42C. She told me that she would see if she could
seduce my husband into eating her out, and if she could, then we
would know that it is not oral sex itself that Ken objects to, but
me. we set it up so that Debbie would come over one day after I had
left for an evening class that I attend. She tried to get me to
peek through a window at the action, but I felt that I might get,
jealous and try to break it up if it got too steamy.
Actually, I was pretty sure that Debbie would not get her pussy
eaten that night. We came to an understanding that if she did get
my husband and herself too horny, they could fuck, but I didn't
want to hear about it from anyone except Ken.
The following is Debbie's version of what transpired. I left
for my class at 6:45 P.M. after kissing Ken good-night. Debbie rand
the bell at about 8:30, innocently looking for me. Ken explained
that I was out for the evening, but invited her in to watch a
football game. Debbie, naturally, agreed to stay, and they both
settled on the sofa to watch.
About halfway through the first quarter, Debbie let out an
anguished moan and started to rub her left tit through her blouse
and bra. Apologizing, she started to leave the room. Ken asked what
was wrong and she relayed a made-up story about a breast aneurysm
that could occasionally be painful. She told him that she would
have to massage it for about half an hour before the pain would
subside. Ken told her to relax, that he was super-happily married,
and that she could probably stay in the same room and massage it
without fear of being attacked by him.
She asked if he was really under control, because she would
like to remove her bra and blouse if it was safe. He told her to go
ahead. His dick started to get hard as he watched her, out of the
corner of his eye, strip off her top and massage herself. Debbie's
nipple became erect, and she occasionally stopped to tug at it in a
casual, relaxed manner. At the end of the first quarter, their
conversation had resumed and Debbie decided to make a move. She
told Ken that her hand was getting tired, but there was still a
little pain, and asked if he could rub her breast without getting
too horny. Without hesitation, ken moved over, reached around her,
and began rubbing. She protested at first, saying that he wasn't
doing it correctly. Debbie explained that she could demonstrate the
proper technique on his dick, and had it out of his pants in under
ten seconds.
Ken did protest at first, but one of her gentle penis pulls
silenced him immediately. Before too long Debbie was sucking all
eight inches of Ken's dick, and he was lying back, moaning. She
casually removed her skirt and slip, leaving her vital opening
still covered by panty hose and panties. Ken, who is no great
master of control, was about to come and told her so, so she
stopped immediately, leaving him one second short of an orgasm. She
directed him to lie on the couch faceup as she lay down on top of
him. First she slid her nylon-covered thighs on each side of Ken's
penis, contracting her legs around it. Ken moaned that the nylon
felt incredible around his dick. She wriggled down his body until
her breasts were on both sidesof his fully erect member, and
finally moved further down for more oral activity.
By this time, Ken was facing a panty-hosed, panty-covered cunt
directly in his face. Probably out of instinct more than anything
else, Ken's tongue darted out and began licking the cotton crotch
between Debbie's legs. In his ecstasy, Ken told her that he was
very inexperienced at oral sex, but had eaten out his secretary a
few times. I had to force this information out of Debbie, but it
didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Debbie asked him to
go down on her, but he hesitated and got up from the couch. As he
walked down the hall, Debbie figured that that was the end of their
session.
To her surprise, Ken returned minutes later with a towel, ice
cream, chocolate syrup, and bananas. He spread the towel out on the
couch as he explained to her that the best way to eat cunt is in a
"pussy sundae." He proceeded to make an ice cream confection in her
vigina and ate it all, throughly licking the "dish" clean. Debbie
refused to tell me much more after that, leaving me to believe that
they probably ended up fucking. But even that didn't make me
jealous, probably because I was coming when she relayed the
information to me. Debbie told me the entire story while she was
making and eating her own pussy sundae, with me as the dish.
The next step was to somehow convince Ken to use me for a pussy
sundae without letting on that I had set him up with Debbie. I let
a week pass, and then put my new plan into action. When Ken came
home from work, I told him that I didn't feel quite right and my
pussy had been itching terribly all day. I told him that I had
called a girlfriend who had recommended rubbing butter on it, and I
asked him if he would like to be the one doing the rubbing. He
readily agreed, and in no time I was down on the bed, his hard
fingers spreading the butter all over me. After a few minutes, I
told him that I was feeling a little bit better but thought that
peanut better would help more, due to its thicker consistency. He
not only brought back a jar of peanut butter, he also brought a jar
of strawberry jam. Ken turned me into a delicious peanut butter,
jelly, and vagina sandwich. I was in total ecstasy, and since then
I have experenced the joy of acting as a dish for a sundae,
spaghetti, salad, and corn-on-the-cob.