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“I’m famished, how about you?”
“Um, sure,” I said, taken off-guard by the question, “what were you thinking?”
“Well, Belgian waffles are always nice, particularly with whipped cream. Maybe with some bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice. Then, for dessert, I would love a taste of your sweet little pussy. Sound good?”
“Absolutely!”
We walked hand in hand to the kitchen, looking forward to dessert as much as what would precede it, no matter how hungry we were. I’d actually considered suggesting we skip the waffles a bacon but even the thought of them made my tummy rumble.
With the help of Ryan's modern waffle iron, the food was quick and coming, the bacon frying as the waffles cooked. I don’t think I ever ate so fast before, the needs of my belly satisfied quickly in my need to sate the raging hunger lower down.
Without a word, Ryan gathered the dishes and put them in the sink, leaving me at a bit of a loss as to what I was meant to do. I was just standing up to join him at the sink when he returned. Turning me around he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it up over my head like a sweater.
“Beautiful,” he said, his eyes gliding over my naked form.
Lifting me gingerly form the floor, Ryan sat me down on the table where his plate had once been, laying me down across the varnished wood surface, bending my legs back to my chest, giving him full access to my pussy. A position I held by crossing my arms under my knees.
I didn’t recognize the sound at first, not entirely. It was familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. It wasn’t until the first cool whack of whipped cream touched my most sensitive spot that I realized what he was doing. Ryan really was planning to have me for dessert.
“Oh!” I moan as his tongue first touched my pussy, pressing hard to make its way through the whipped cream.
It was far from the first new experience I’d had with him, but was certainly one of the most pleasant.
“How does it taste?” I asked, on a whim.
“Delicious,” he enthused, going back down for more.
When the first application had run out, Ryan’s wonderful tongue licking me squeaky clean, he put more on, going in for a second helping. A decision which couldn’t have made me happier. My beloved, between my thighs, enjoying a treat himself as he licked me to a wonderful orgasm.
Getting me perfectly clean once again, but only after another massive orgasm, Ryan, unzipped his jeans, unleashing his throbbing cock, clearly happy to be freed from its denim prison.
Stroking the warm head against my pussy, making sure it was welcome, Ryan’s cock entered me, my lips tightening around its thickness, giving it a warm welcome.
Starting off slow and easy at first, pumping my pussy at an almost leisurely pace, Ryan soon picked up speed, increasing my pleasure with each change of gear. Each one of them slow enough as to not shock me. Using this easy and steady approach to fucking, he got to the point he was absolutely slamming me, the table shaking so hard, the can of whipped cream, which had helped add such a tasty new dimension to his pussy licking, bounced along beside me before finally jumping to the floor, like a base jumper going off a cliff.
It was longer than we’d ever fucked before. Ryan hardly came quick, but it was me who was starting to hold back, trying to make it, so we could cum at the same time. An ambition about as realistic as trying to hold back the ocean with a mop.
“I’m coming!” I wailed in defeat, unable to hold on any longer.
Slowing his pace to a steady rhythm, Ryan came to a stop as I hit the peak of my orgasm, arching my back and lifting my hips as his sweet, warm load flooded into me.
I could feel the shaking in every inch of me as I slammed back down against the table-top, moaning and panting like nobody’s business. He really did do the most wonderful things to me. The relative size of his cock to my pussy only part of it.
He stayed in me for a long time, having long ago learned my need to cuddle after being ravaged. Picking me up from the table, he sat back into his chair, holding me against him gently, his cock still deep inside me, as I shuddered against him, my soft hums muffled by the crook of his neck.
When I was able to move again, it was me that pulled him out of me, gently easing up off his magnificent cock as I held it at the base. Keeping my grip firm around him, I sank to my knees, controlling the descent with my other hand on the edge of the table, and took him as deep into my mouth as I could without gagging myself. Quite far indeed as it turned out, the entire length of his mighty member slipping first into my mouth and then my throat with a minimum of fuss and bother.
