Bud Dumas followed Misty into the kitchen, and the sexy blonde felt the man's eyes on her naked ass. Misty loved the feeling and she smiled a wanton grin as she bent and began pulling things out of the refrigerator. She mooned Bud with her pretty, round, sexy ass, knowing he was getting quite a view.
"Lunch time," she said breezily, finally straightening and cradling sandwich fixings in her arms, just beneath her luscious, huge tits.
"You as hungry as me?"
Bud nodded, his eyes bugged and riveted on her naked body. His cock was already throbbing into another hard on, and Misty had plenty to look at as well even as she placed the jar of pickles, wrapped lettuce, tomato and luncheon meat on the counter.
"Help yourself to a beer," she said, placing slices of bread on plates and starting to cut the tomato.
"Maybe I'd rather help myself to something else," Bud said, moving up behind her and caressing her ass. He nibbled on her ear and moved his free hand up to fondle her tits.
Misty moaned as she felt his surging prick pulse against her butt. Her idea, of lunch was quickly taking new, erotic turns.
She wriggled her ass back against his prick, trying to wedge it inside her asscrack. His bulbous cockhead was just too large for her to accomplish such a thing without taking a more hands-on approach, but the wondrous things he was doing to her tits kept her in place. She melted against his sexy embrace and lolled her head on his shoulder as he continued to play with her tits from behind.
"I'm working up a big appetite," he hissed, breathing hot breath into her ear while lowering a hand to her pussy.
"Me too," she breathed, reaching back and gliding her hands up and down his naked thighs. It was all very much like their initial encounter in the private room at the video store, but this time they were both naked and standing in her kitchen. The erotic possibilities blazed across her active, raunchy mind, and the hot blonde shuddered involuntarily.
Suddenly, impulsively, she broke their intimate embrace and jerked open the refrigerator door. Her mind was on automatic pilot as she grabbed a canister of whipped cream and faced him with a sensual leer while shaking the can.
"Who said dessert couldn't come first?" she gasped.
Excitement glazed his eyes as he smiled and stood transfixed. Misty slowly lowered her gaze to his jutting, stiff cock and approached him. She tilted the whipped cream can and positioned the nozzle inches above his engorged fuck-knob. She pressed the lever and swirled the creamy white foam in generous dollops over his swollen cockhead. Carefully and deliberately, she then layered the whipped cream down the length of his rigid fuckshaft, decorating his prick with the sweet, white foam. She then leaned back against the counter and appraised her handiwork with a pleased, sexy smirk.
"Wish I had a camera," she said with a high-pitched giggle.
"Why?" he retorted, chuckling as his cock twitched and became a heaving snow-bound log. "You've got the real thing."
"I'd still like something to remember this by," she said, sinking to her knees and drawing her lovely face close to his decorated prickknob. "At least I'd have the memory and not the calories."
He ran his fingers through her curly, silky blonde hair and gently pulled her face toward his prick.
"It's not a perfect world, honey!" he gasped, his excitement evident in his hoarse tone and in the wild surging of his cream-covered cock. "If you can't have everything, you just have to do the best you can."
With a slight shrug, Misty fucked her tongue out at the frothy prick-knob and tasted the sweet cream. They both tingled and giggled.
"We could market this little whipped cream delight," Bud said. "Make a fucking fortune!"
"Mmmmm! But there's nothing little about this delight," Misty said as she began swirling her tongue over his knob, lapping up the whipped cream in the process.
She began nibbling her way down the length of his fuckshaft, first working on the underside of his prickstick, slurping up the cream along the way. The sweet, sticky stuff mingled deliciously with his fuck-flesh, and Misty kept gobbling up the erotic mixture. Anxiously, she opened her mouth wide and inhaled as much of his cock as possible, devouring the tasty treat while Bud swayed on his feet and tugged on her hair.
She didn't stop when she had licked his cock clean. Now that she was down to the bare meat of his prick, there was no stopping her from bobbing her head back and forth and sucking mightily on his prick. Her lips stretched into a perfect O as she gobbled up his fuckmeat. Then, with a fast, deft move, she ducked her face and tongued his balls.
She sucked a glob of whipped cream off his balls before delicately munching on his nuts. A fierce heat radiated off his balls and filled her mouth as his jizz-bloated nuts stuffed her mouth.
"Not so hard!" Bud hissed, tugging lightly on her hair. "Take it easy, baby. Crush my balls and I won't be much good for you."
Misty chuckled as she reluctantly spit out his balls. She glanced up and winked.
"I always get carried away," she whispered. "Sorry."
"Make up for it." He smiled, thrusting his stiff prick at her mouth.
Her grin spread as she eagerly closed her lips over his bulbous cockhead. She sucked steadily, drawing his shaft inch-by-inch into her mouth. When she'd inhaled all she could take, she began turning her head, working her lips around on his shaft and nibbling her tongue up and down the sensitive flesh of his fuckhole.
With smacking lips, Misty bobbed her head and met the thrusting of his prick in and out of her mouth. Their rhythm matched as Bud fucked her face, and the horny blonde thrilled to the sizzle of the action. Her pussy was on fire, anxious for some attention, and she already knew how she wanted that accomplished.
She kept sucking his cock and massaging his balls until she felt his nuts tighten and his prick leap inside her mouth. She then pulled back quickly, frustrating him just ahead of his climax. She smiled innocently up at him.
"I bet you're getting hungry, too?" she asked.
"Hard bitch," he said, grinning good-naturedly. His cock wobbled stiffly as he reached for the canister of whipped cream and helped her to her feet. "But I guess you've earned this."
He gazed hotly at her naked tits while shaking the whipped cream can. Then, with a sneer, he opened the refrigerator door and peered inside.
"I bet I can find some real tasty things for my lunch," he said, pulling out a jar of grape jelly and placing it on the counter.
Misty watched with growing excitement. She touched his arm.
"Help me up on the counter," she said. "We both might as well be comfortable."
He grinned as he placed the whipped cream beside the jelly on the counter, then slipped his hands under her arms. As he lifted, she helped with a little hop, and just like that her naked ass rested on the cool edge of the tiled countertop, her legs dangling over the edge and her naked heels grazing cabinet doors.
"You already look delicious," he said, opening the jelly jar and scooping a generous dab of the sugary goo on two fingertips. He then smeared the jelly on her nipples.
"Oooohhhhh, that's cold!" she cried, shuddering and giggling, but in no way discouraging him.
"Don't worry," he said confidently. "You'll heat up real fast."
He planted tiny kisses on the tops of her huge tit-melons, teasingly avoiding her jelly-covered nipples until the blonde thought she'd go crazy. She squirmed on the countertop and laced her fingertips on the back of his head, murmuring for him to hurry and lick his lunch.
Finally, he lazily lapped his tongue over one nipple, tasting the cold icily and her hot, dart-like nipple. He moaned and Misty squealed. He moved to her other nipple and repeated the erotic exercise, taking his time, leisurely feasting on her sweet, pink nipples and driving her raging lust and arousal right through the roof.
"Aaahhhhhh, Bud!" she breathed, panting. "Suck 'em! Bite 'em! Ooohhhh, God, my tits are burning!"
"You can't hurry good food," he quipped without moving his lips off her nipple.
Slowly, he licked up the jelly, cleaning one nipple completely before moving to the other one. He made moaning, sloppy sounds with his lips as he devoured her icily smeared nipples. And finally he gobbled up one of her fleshy tit-mounds, taking almost the entire globe between his lips.
Misty shrieked as her ecstasy exploded. Her tits pulsed and heaved and quivered as her itchy nipples bloated. Her throaty groans grew louder and louder as he deliberately continued mouthing her titflesh.
Suddenly he pulled back and flashed a satisfied grin while smacking his lips.
"I'm ready for the main course," he said. "Do my cunt, Bud!" she gasped. "Eat me good! God, I'm hot and wet and horny!"
"What goes better with jelly then peanut butter?" he said. "You do have some, don't you?"
She giggled.
"You're sick!" she gasped before pointing toward the pantry.
Their faces were smoldering masks of wanton glee as he precisely lifted her legs, bending her knees up until they pressed against her nipples and her heels rested on the edge of the countertop. Her cunt was lewdly exposed and vulnerable to what he next planned, and Misty trembled with raw excitement. Her arousal was stampeding throughout her body and her clit was alive and twitching as her horny excitement soared. It was all so raunchy and thrilling and unique!
She gasped and purred as he smeared peanut butter over her cunt. The tender, juicy folds of her cunt shuddered involuntarily as the foreign substance was painted over the succulent region. She began to hiss and coo even before he'd finished applying the peanut butter.
At last he straightened and gazed into her lovely, lust-contorted face. He held up his peanut butter-greased fingers and slowly directed them toward her mouth. The lusty blonde sucked his fingers into her hot mouth as their eyes riveted on each other.
He slid his fingers slowly, gently in and out of her sucking mouth until she'd cleaned his fingers. And then, he ducked down, gripping the countertop edge with his hands on either side of her hips. In the next second, the blonde squealed a throaty groan as Bud's tongue fucked along her gash, spearing peanut butter and her throbbing cuntal tissues.
She wailed as he tongued his way to her clit, and wild shudders overwhelmed her when he sucked her clit between his nibbling teeth.
He teased her clit until her climax verged on the fingers of her nerves, then he began lapping over her cuntlips, licking up the peanut butter that clung to her pussyfolds. He devoured her pussy, gobbling and sucking and licking until he'd cleared away the peanut butter and reached the juicy, pinkish cuntmeat.
He stabbed his tongue into her fuckhole, immediately triggering her orgasm. And as the horny blonde wailed her pleasure and shuddered on the countertop, Bud grabbed her hips and held her in place while drilling his tongue deeper and deeper.
"Ooohhh, don't stop!" she wailed, clutching at his head, grabbing fistfulls of his hair and pulling his face harder against her quivering cunt, impaling herself on his tongue. "Don't ever stop!"
He wriggled his tongue into the juicy core of her fuckhole, and Misty screamed. Her orgasm seemed to be intensifying. And through it all, the lusty blonde had to lean back on the countertop and thrust her cunt against his face as an automatic response to the wild and wondrous climax ripping through her pussy.
Then, all too quickly, Bud lifted his face from her pussy. His eyes were gleaming with an animal-like lust that didn't need translation. His lips were smeared with peanut butter and the glistening juices of her pussy. He licked his lips and again opened the refrigerator door.
"No, no!" Misty murmured, a pouty purr. "Eat me, Bud! Fuck me! Eat me and fuck me!"
"Lunch is over," he said, placing the butter try on the countertop, then helping her off the counter.
As she watched, he smeared butter on his rigid prick. Her momentary confusion was quickly dashed when he then turned her around and had her clutch the countertop while sticking out her shapely ass. In the next second, she moaned a throaty wail just as his butter-greased prick-knob poked her puckered asshole.
"You nasty son of a bitch!" Misty shrieked through guttural laughter as she wriggled her butt and instinctively pushed herself back against his probing cock. "You take a girl's food, clean out her fridge, and this is the way you treat her."
"Sure!" he snickered, grunting as he heaved half of his fuckmeat into her tight, hot slitter. "But I can tell you aren't too pissed off about it."
"Hell, no!" she wailed, swinging her butt in broad, fast circles while continuing to push back against his sturdy cock. "Since you're there, give it to me! Slam, the fucker home!"
They both yelled as he did just that! A deep, hard thrust, a mighty jerk of his hips, and his prick hammered to the hilt into her tight bung. And Misty cried out a whimpering groan as both pain and pleasure sizzled her. His prick was stuffed into her brownie, deep and tight!
"Aaahhhhh, damn! That's tough!" she hissed and panted. "Mmmmmm, at least you lubed up first! Your damn prick would've killed my tender little asshole!"
"Don't bitch!" he gasped, giving her asscheek a playful slap as he slowly pulled his cock halfway out of her shitter. "Women with hot cunts like you love it in the ass! It's just second pussy to you!"
It must be true, Misty told herself as he hammered his cock back into her shitter. He started fucking her ass with fierce strokes, and the joyous pleasure of it quickly overtook her senses. Soon, the lusty blonde was swaying and heaving, pitching herself back on his cock, totally assisting him as he fucked her asshole. And without giving the matter any special thought, the horny blonde was overwhelmed with the incredible sensations that flooded her.
Her pussy as well as her asshole throbbed and convulsed. Wondrous ecstasy showered through her as an immediate orgasm rocked through her. Her juicy cunt shuddered and spanned even as her brownie clamped on his drilling prick.
"Aw, fuck!" he gasped. "So tight, hot and nice! Shit, I love fucking your ass! It's even better than I knew it'd be!"
"Well, don't get tired!" she hissed. "I'm getting used to this, and I love it!"
He chuckled as he drove his cock in and out of her squeezing shit-chute. His hands squeezed her round, firm asscheeks as he plowed her shitter, and they both yelped with glee as twin sensations engulfed them.
The teeming tension again flexed her pussy and Misty braced herself for another massive climax. She trembled and shuddered as she screamed and felt herself twist into sweet oblivion. And a split second later, she heard him gasp and pant as his cock swelled inside her shitter. She knew what was about to happen and her excitement soared.
"Go ahead and come!" she hissed, slamming and heaving herself back on his prick. "Fill my ass with spunk!"
"Here it comes!" he yelled, clutching her asscheeks and nailing her shitter to the hilt with his fuckmeat. "Aaawwwww, fuck, I'm coming! I'm fuckin' commmmmiiinnnggg!"
"Yes, yes, yessss!" she wailed as his cock leaped inside her ass and shot thick ropes of jism into her bowels. "Yessss!"
The blast of his come into her shitter jarred her into another satisfying orgasm. Her asshole clamped and milked his spurting fuckmeat, draining his balls of every drop of his precious load before she finally slumped against the counter and felt his spent prick twitch weakly inside her flexing shitter.
"At least our lunch wasn't fattening," he whispered seconds later, easing his prick out of her brownie.
Misty sighed throatily and smiled. She turned slowly and faced him, thrilling to the feel of his slimy, hot jizz swimming in the depths of her asshole.
"Maybe your girlfriend will join us for lunch tomorrow?" she said with a sly, shy smile.
Bud laughed. "Honey, from now on lunch will have a special meaning for me." Bud caressed Misty's huge tits and winked. "It just became my favorite meal of the day."
"Mine, too," the blonde said, giggling as she cupped his balls in both hands and fed him one of her tits.