In actuality, John had taken Veronica home directly after the party – and barely willing to speak to the man – she told him not to call for a while (after all, she was given no warning she was being taken to an orgy, and no woman likes to admit she is capable of getting cold feet). But now things would be different. Dildo in hand, Vern began to paint more pictures, plan a scene which could make vivid her deepest, most important fantasies.
Veronica lost no time in constructing some fast dialogue, lines flying into her mind like sparks, one urging her to get the hell on the move, another encouraging some more subtle foreplay. But the central, organizing idea was a particular fantasy, a dream which she'd never told anyone about. The truth of the matter is that Vern – as many women of her approximate age and socio-economic class – had one special thing which could get her going like none other, a little quirk of mind, a pet perversion, perfectly suited to a spree with a dildo. You see, our Veronica had a special place in her heart (and more sensual parts) for the young, for fresh virgin (be it male or female) flesh. Now this is not the type of thing which is shared with a girl friend in a casual phone conversation ("Oh, hi Judy… what's new? Oh, I don't know, but I guess one thing on my mind is that I'd like to screw a few fourteen and fifteen-year-old guys – you know, the kind that are still wet behind the ears and have cocks which have grown faster than the rest of their bodies"), or shared with a date ("John, did I mention that though I'm really attracted to you, more than anything at all, I'd like to pick up a couple of high school studs, one blond with big muscles, another skinny and dark."). But this could only be a private affair articulated in her own mind, carried out either in complete secrecy or in the setting in which she now found herself. With lightning speed, she began to imagine the type of guys who would drive her to ecstasy for the second time this one particular Friday evening, serve as a follow up to Marv and Sam who had done quite a job on their own, fucking her cunt and driving her all the way home.
No, she'd seen the type of guy she had in mind one too many times, perhaps because of her younger brother, a bratty rogue who'd always bring his friends home and bothered her no end before she'd gone off to college. Troy, who knew he hadn't much on charm, almost seem to play up his lousy qualities to the hilt: he knew his sister liked privacy, he'd do his best to open her door when she was dressing; he knew she got bugged when he walked around nude, he'd shamelessly brandish his big cock as he'd walk to the bathroom; he knew she didn't like him to talk about her sex life with his friends, he'd loudly tell them about her latest fling (complete with the details of her endeavors on the living room couch). But when all was said and done, Veronica had to admit she'd been turned on by some of his friends. She'd watch them as they'd try to cool off in the yard, running through the hose in their little suits, readjusting their goodies when the material clung, lying on their stomachs in the sun, oblivious to the bulge in their pants. One of the guys, an exceptionally good looking junior high school student with too many pimples, especially appealed to her – especially when he tried to make conversation one day, almost choking on his own words.
Veronica had desired him that day several years ago and if she had the courage in those days would have seduced him behind the school or better yet, inside the little tool shed. She could imagine how it could have been: his skinny little body shivering slightly as he shyly asked what she had in mind. Oh, Veronica thought, I thought I'd offer you a little deal… I mean, all of us are in the same boat in a way. Have you ever thought how unfair it is that us kids don't get any real action. Oh, don't play dumb with me you little geezer you. I know you've got the hots for me. But listen, uh, I've got this little accessory here. That's right it's a rubber. From then on in, Veronica thought, it could have been easy. The glint in his eye, the bulge in his pants, the way he made no motion to take his leave or tried to stop her when she moved closer, all told that he wanted the action himself, possibly even worse than Veronica.
It was not a comfortable spot, but it could have done well enough, Veronica thought. She remembered there was a soft spot in the corner where there were a few old pillows conveniently strewn across the floor, and the pile of straw right near the lawn mower – dead, cut grass which could now serve as the perfect mattress. It would have been as easy as moving closer to the young stud and helping him master his fear, first by putting her hand on his leg and rubbing it about, and when he was used to that, moving on to even more fertile ground up on the upper thigh right under the crotch, rubbing the guy, who now, wouldn't make a move in the opposite direction if his life depended on it.
Veronica wished she had simply said to him: "I want you, all the way. I want to show you how to fuck." Sure, it was shocking, but he'd get over the bruskness when he felt her hand begin to grasp his cock, her breath bathing his face, and her lips approach his own. He'd get over everything when he realized that this superbly stacked broad was ready to take matters in hand and do the steering while he merely sat back and took it all in (or let it all out, as the case may be). Veronica imagined her excitement, fervidly wrenching his fly open, almost tearing the fabric of his jeans in her excitement and determination. She realized that the guy, a mere school boy, had probably never been blown – hell, he probably never had a girl touch his man parts before – and that this would be a big day for him. She imagined that his eyes would bulge, he'd attempt a slight mock resistance but then give into her aggressive moves which, though shocking at first, soon got to him.
Veronica put her hand on his jeans right over the bulge, feeling his body jerk up and his lips tighten, the red leaving in an instant. Oh come on, she'd tell him, don't be afraid now… because after all, you have to remember that all of this is the natural part of life, natural as walking. With that, she'd place his hand right on her breast and push it until she felt her nipple receded beneath the surface. You like that, she imagined telling him, I know you like that. Here's something I think you'll like even more. She quickly loosened the buttons of her blouse and pulled it off of her chest, revealing a white-cupped brassiere, a bra straining to do its duty and keep her womanhood from popping out, a task all the more difficult as the broad arched her back, loosened her shoulders until the straps fell down on her arms and threatened to fall from her body. She wanted the boy to strip her naked, topless, to prepare her for the real action: come on, she imagined, take off my bra and suck my tits, suck my big, fat tits.
Veronica became glazed as she thought through this little scene. The boy became brave and his youthful hands lowered her cups slowly, revealing her cleavage, then more cleavage, and in an instant removing enough of the synthetic to expose the very tips of her red, fat cherries. It seemed almost too much for the youth to take, who quickly stiffened and moved backward as if he'd just seen a treasure box filled with so much booty that it almost defied the imagination. She'd tell him straight out, suck it and lathe my tits until I cry for you to stop. Come on, don't be afraid! That's the way it could have happened, the feeling of his greasy adolescent wave stroking against her chest and his hot, syrupy lips go down on her knockers, his spittle seeping onto her all over, his long, spindly legs beginning to search out space between hers, his knee becoming his bravest body part and moving up toward her cunt. That's it, she'd encourage, that's the way to do it.
She'd kiss his lips, his nose and put her tongue in side the convolutions of his ear, until she could breathe right into his inside so that she sounded like a great ocean. She could hear the boy moan in deep desire, gritting his teeth and positioning his hips so that the broad would have easier access to his swollen manhood. Not so hard, is it, she'd reassure him, not expecting or particularly wanting a response.
She'd put her hand right under his jockies until his swollen, sweaty balls were in her palms and she was able to squeeze them to taste – squeeze them so that she could feel their soft consistency, and their heavy expectancy, filled as they were with hot, male come.
"Suck me, suck me!" he'd finally yell out in desperation. That's the way she liked her young studs, all hot and bothered and almost out of control in their desire, and yes, their dependency. This stud hadn't even had anything to drink – no scotch, no highball, no whiskey sour, no screwdriver – nor had he hit the weeds and pills – no downers, uppers, grass, hash, acid, nothing. Veronica leaned forward and gave him a body hug, pressing her tits into his chest, nearly driving him wild with pleasure, with the magnificent feeling of her breasts against him. He cupped them with his hand, twisting and turning the flesh, making the sides of her boobs pink and then red from the pressure of his lustful probing.
"Oh yes, rub them, rub them nice."
Encouraged, almost made with desire, the boy lowered his head and felt the left nipple with his tongue, turning his tongue, covering the cherry with his own saliva then sucking it into his mouth where he almost ate the organ, pressing into it with his teeth.
"You're too much," he added in between licks, thrilled with her form. My, he thought, there's nothing like this, fresh, solid, waiting to get it, waiting to get fucked even by a young, inexperienced cock like mine.
The boy took his hand and slowly slid it under the girl's waist band until he could feel the upper ridge of her panties, the band which hung several inches below her waist, then pressed his fingers against her abdomen – a white, smooth area which he wanted to bury his face in. But there were even greater pleasures below, and moving his hand lower as he took into his lungs breath mixed with the girl's own, he felt her pussy hair – thick, luxurious hair which curled and covered his fingers until they were almost buried in it.
"Lower, lower, go down lower on me until you stick your fingers in my cunt," she begged.
"You've got it baby," he answered, feeling older already, then made his words good, opening the lips of her pussy, pushing one, then two fingers inside until he could feel her inner organs, wet, juicy, a honey-pot of sex goodies. "You've got it baby," he repeated, feeling his cock grow even harder as he probed the girl's insides, making her groan with pleasure, making her beg for him to come inside.
"Listen," she whispered intensely, "Let's go over here where we can stretch out." She led the way, the boy watching her splendid ass, the swing in her hips, the incredible sensuality of her movements. His cock stuck proudly in front, a rammer of incredible proportions – six inches at least – a shaft which wanted more than anything to gain entry into that sweet woman, his balls hanging down full and swollen, his arms swaying at his sides as he increased his stride.
After a pause, the girl lowered her head, admiring the glans, the red rim around the top, the dark ring of skins below the glans, almost like a cock ring, the length of the proud shaft, the way it was slightly thicker at the base and hooked around the top, the way his balls hung underneath the cock, the way he looked, proud and tall. "Come on," he said, mustering his courage, "give it a good suck."
Veronica opened her mouth and put the cock in side, feeling the heat which radiated from it, almost burning into her like a furnace, like a sex furnace, filled with a heat which almost burned her mouth, then went deeper inside of her, down her pipes, into her inner depths. He started to undulate his hips a bit, to help her get more of his cock inside, to help her almost swallow it. He was amazed at the girl's enthusiasm, and, clutching at her shoulders, she was able to take the entire shaft until it disappeared entirely within her mouth before she released it, hot and glowing, covered with the saliva from Veronica's mouth.
He was so excited, he almost came, so he pushed back Vern in order to hold it in a while longer.
"Oh, kiss my tits," Veronica almost pleaded, "kiss them all over, cover them."
The guy leaned over her, then rested on his side, covering her upper stomach with his palm – which now sweated with desire – then pushing his fingers through her thick, brown hair. That's when, completely hot with passion, his cock just bursting at the seams, all the more straining enveloped in the rubber Veronica had slid on it, he slid his stem in side of Vern, slowly, relishing every second as he penetrated, taking in deeps gasps of air, his legs tightening and mingling with Vern's. Deeper he lunged, until he was inside, completely inside of her cavernous hole, buried in her pulsing pussy.
"Oh yeah, pump me harder, harder," she pleaded, her eyes closed and her brain swimming in passion, the passion of pure desire, of wanting her pussy fucked and his creamy jism shot inside of her hole.
"Baby, wait," the boy pleaded. "I'm gonna come; we better gear down." He took his stem out of her pussy, now wet with her pussy-juice, then pulled his body back and perched up on Vern's hips so he could get at her quim. She curled her legs around his back, pushing his head toward her until he only had to lower his head a few inches to slide his tongue inside of her pussy.
He began to taste her quim, salty, womanly, juicy pussy – the best combination of sensations he could imagine – then felt her thighs pushing against the side of his ears until he couldn't hear anything, only see her mouth open wide in a gasp of pleasure. He felt the heavy weight of her buttocks in his hands as he grasped them and looked at her huge mounds which were pushed up close to her very neck.
It was too much for the guy to take and he felt his jism rising in his balls and into the lower part of his cock, but not wishing to shorten the spree, he took his mouth out of her pussy, then lifted Vern's body upward toward his face so that he could give a little mouth action to her tits.
Veronica knew what he had in mind and immediately requested he go at it, pressing her tits together so they formed a massive cleavage. He buried his head between the spheres, then she pushed them tighter together, pressing into his nose and mouth, bathing him in her mammaries.
"Oh, baby, too much, too much."
"You like those tits, don't you… nice fat tits."
"Oh, baby," he said, "I want to eat those knockers, yeah, eat 'em up good."
"They're all yours."
"Man, when I used to serve burgers, I'd look at the girls, but I don't think any of them could have been like you."
Veronica could feel that she had the boy, completely swept him off his feet. She'd ride with this one all the way (at least in her mind) and might even see him again, fuck him again, suck him again and repeat all the ecstasy of this night. Compared with the other guys she'd balled he was pure stud: at least in the high school category.
"Come on boy," she urged, "fuck me again; I want your cock all the way in, all the way!"
"I can't wait any longer either; this is it, the big one."
The boy rammed his stem inside of Veronica, so hard and fast and sudden, that she opened her mouth wide, closed her eyes and cried out, "Oohh! Yes, all the way." – at least that's how Veronica wanted to imagine it.
Veronica kept her fantasy going, picturing the lad pushing from the hips, in and out, out and in, fast until his entire body was tight as taut rope, a dynamo of energy ready to explode in one great sex moment, the ultimate orgasm.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out.
Images went through Veronica's mind; of guys running nude, five, ten, fifteen of them, their balls hanging down, their cocks proudly erect in front, all after her; of the sight of her teenager's cock right before she took it in her mouth; of the way his balls hung, heavy and swollen. She could feel his weight on top of her then, heavy and massive as it pushed against her lighter form, crushing her breasts, his hips digging into her own hips but because of his size, his head perched almost on top of her own so that he could dig his nose into her hair.
The boy was all the way in now, fucking her with everything he had, pushing his stem all the way in. Veronica's dark eyes almost rolled into her head, her long eyelashes battering away (a movement which she found especially alluring).
"Harder, faster," she pleaded.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow… oh, yes, it's coming, it's coming nice and hot."
Vern felt her body growing tenser, her entire body getting ready to lurch into the big "O" but she held back then managed to roll them both over so that she was on top.
"Oh, yes, yes," the boy said when he felt her body laying on his own. The boy pushed the recent graduate up and then pulled her legs on his sides so that she was sitting on him and she had him clamped in a torrid cock-hold. Her tits looked absolutely gargantuan, swinging wildly to and fro as she swayed her torso from side to side. He couldn't resist grabbing them, so, feeling her hold on his cock get even tighter, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them – one in each hand – until she moaned out.
Faster and harder he pumped, making their pubic hair meet, then pulling it apart, sliding his cock almost all the way out to the tip, then thrusting it in with a savage fury. He was close, knew he was, but couldn't and wouldn't hold back any further.
The boy pushed his cock in, then, in one sudden burst of energy penetrated all the way, tensed and then exploded into an incredible orgasm: "Agghhh, oooh," he moaned in ecstasy.
Veronica was soon to follow, her body just as filled with the pleasure of the moment then climaxing until she felt her spasm come, a little later but just as intense as the boy's – a tightening of her entire body until she thought she would freeze like a log, then a melting until the connections of her brain were shot and her body spent of all energy – or that's the way she imagined it. But the amazing thing was, lying there, getting it on, she felt it just as intensely as if it were really happening.
But this guy was such a solid image, and such a fantastic fuck, that she wanted to take her fantasy a step further; stage two. She decided to be a little daring in her imagination, and take the young stud into her home. Well, it wouldn't be that crazy, because, after all, her parents were gone on a little trip, and there was almost no chance of being caught by them. She decided that she wanted more than any thing to take a shower with this young cock. She took the boy into her bathroom, then turned on the water – adjusting the water to lukewarm, then hot so that the bathroom would steam up – and then got under the water, her hair flattening against her forehead, her breasts shining from the water and her pubic hair matted against her crotch – like a thick, heavy rug cut in the shape of a perfect triangle.
Veronica imagined moving closer to water so that there was room for Ned behind her. But just then, the bombshell switched gears and decided to take a real shower. She dropped the dildo (knowing it could get clogged in the water) and walked into her bathroom. She turned on the water, just as she imagined doing it with the young stud, and felt the warm water pounce against her tits and nipples, making them erect and fat. It was even easier now to imagine the fun water games she could play with her young, hot stud.
Vern motioned for the guy to get closer and could see that he was already very excited, almost as hot as in their encounter in the shed – just as if he hadn't shot his wad just minutes before. In a few seconds, the boy slid his cock into her cunt, this time fucking her from the rear. The boy, feeling that slight ache in his cock which told him he'd just come, put his arms around the front of Veronica's body until he had perched her tits above them, then, lifting, his arms higher, he pushed her bosom higher still until the spheres were about at high as they could go.
"Yeah, feel my tits, feel my big tits," she moaned. He squeezed a little harder, until she groaned, then squeezed harder still until she pushed his hands downward in order to give her tits a breather.
Feeling an incredible surge of strength, hardly able to control the impulse, expanding his chest by taking great quantities of air the boy actually lifted her weight to settle down on his arms, allowing just enough of her weight to settle down on his cock. Veronica was so hot, she pushed against the tiles with all her might, screaming out, "Do it again, fuck me again, over and over, yes… yes… yes!"
Faster he pushed, harder, not holding back for a second.
"Okay, fuck me. Let it come!!"
But the boy had his own ideas, and he took his shaft out from inside Veronica, then turned her around until she faced him, her eyes and two red cherries staring him in the face, ready for anything he might choose to do.
He pushed her body down toward him until her massive melons were squeezed against his chest, then lowered her slowly and evenly until her bosom touched his cock, electrifying it as if by magic, making it get even more hard. She's one motherfucker, he thought, one helluva motherfucker, and I'm gonna cover that pair with some nice cream. He positioned his cock between the spheres, pressed them together and started pumping.
"Yes, fuck my tits, fuck them!" she encouraged, her body now supported by her knees, the boy standing well above her, his hands digging into her back in passion. "Yeah, fuck them, yes!" Veronica even stuck her own fingers in her cunt, making her own passion reach to a point nearing his, but of course, not quite. "I can feel it, yeah, that's it, pump some more." His cock was straining and his entire body was involved in the task of shooting his wad, then, right before he felt himself squirt, he moved back from the girl.
"Ohh, yea baby," he groaned between his teeth. He didn't have to tell her what he wanted. She just knew. Within an instant, Vern grabbed his throbbing pecker and stuck it right in her mouth, right before he came. His cream poured right out, all over Vern's lips, sliding down the sides of her mouth, but she loved it, loved to feel it and to even swallow it. Exhausted, he let his body slide down onto Veronica's, but she didn't mind a bit, loved feeling his weight over her own, feeling his cock slowly go limp, glistening with jism and encrusted with some of her own drying woman juice.
The water was still pouring down on the couple, Vern imagined, just as it was really pouring down on herself, cleaning off the boy's cock and washing the jism from her own lips, cooling off their heat.
Vern hadn't had enough of this guy yet, and was determined not let him go so soon. From his big, fat distended balls which drove her absolutely mad with passion; to his incredible schlong, so long and fat; from his marvelous legs, long hairy, not a little spindly; to his great buns, thin yet very touchable; he drove her absolutely mad.
Vern got out of her shower and thought how she'd like to end this little affair. Sure, she could merely bid him adieu, wish him luck and call that the end of it, but everything was so intensified now, and at the same time so simple. No, she would stretch this one a bit, get on with it and take this guy to the limits, even beyond what they experienced in the shed and in the shower.
"Listen," she imagined telling him, "why don't you just hang loose a little bit and rest up."
He looked a little concerned. "Oh, I don't know…"
"Don't worry, really. My parents are gone. There's no chance of being caught. And anyways, don't you want to prove to me that you can make it a third time around – I know you have it in you."
Veronica took the boy to the side and then wiped him off. She like wiping off his smooth back, moving downward to just above the she on his buns, then drying the crack in his ass before proceeding to the small of his back, around the front, and the best part, his crimson, swollen balls. Vern took the towel and then gently tapped the balls, patting them first very slightly and then more firmly until she could feel their distinct weight right through the material. Vern moved upward in order to get a hold of that stem – no longer erect, but still swollen and impressive in size, fronting his balls, seemingly growing out of his dark curly bush like some great branch with a fantastic budding head. Vern saw the skin begin to crinkle under her touch and enjoyed watching him, much against his will, becoming excited once again from her manipulations. The cock seemed to have a mind of its own, first growing slightly, and then – right in front of her eyes – developing into a powerful shaft once again.
"Now," she said, "I knew you had it in you. Here you are, not even dry from our last little romp, and already for some more hot action."
"Guess you're right, Veronica."
Veronica imagined that she would like to have a chance at this hot guy in bed – conventional, but then again, she hadn't tried this one with this young stud. Leading him to the bedroom, she glanced at the refrigerator. That was it, she thought! She pictured his big, juicy lips, his ravenous expression, and knew that the right touch lie just inside the little ole kitchen. Within minutes, the young nympho had prepared the perfect little sex feast: a bowl of whipped cream, fresh strawberries, a flask of red wine; sliced peaches and a large bowl of yogurt. Returning with assorted goodies on a tray, the boy was at first surprised but he soon caught on, delighting in the prospects.
"Oh, I see it's time to satisfy our hunger," he said innocently.
"You've got the idea already, I see."
Ron couldn't decide what to do first. He looked very tempting on the bed; from his long legs, stretching on the pillow; from his cock and balls which were already swelling, to his smooth midsection, freshly matted with a thin layer of hair.
Vern decided to get right down to business, approaching his minuscule nipples with the whipped cream, then favoring the strawberries. "Your cherries could use a little reddening, I think," she said, then crushed a large berry right on his left nipple, the red juice merging with his own crimson, then the fruit itself entirely covering the bud with its own brand of sensuality. Vern liked that, and encouraged, she so continued, until both his nipples were covered with fruit. Without delay, Vern stuck out her tongue, then moved herself into position until she could poignantly taste the sensation of merging salt, sweat, and that particular unique fragrance of man. "Mmmm," she leaked out, "you taste really good for such a young fellow."
Veronica, snapping back to reality, realized that she wanted to make her entire fantasy more vivid, so she want to her own kitchen and fortunately found some ripe strawberries, which she promptly prepared in a ball, also approximating as closely as possible the remainder of the feast. Now, she thought, I'm really ready to jump in on this fantasy. After all, what good's the thought without the sensation? Who's to stop helping the whole thing along a little bit? It wasn't cheating, nothing of the sort, if for no other reason, that in masturbatory fantasies, the sole practitioner sets the ground rules: another little dividend of the solitaire sport.
Veronica returned to her delightful little party. "Vern," the lad quipped, "are you sure you don't mind messing up your bed like this?"
"My friend," she answered, "that's really what a bed is for, you know; you'll learn that when you get older, you young stud." Vern walked closer to her prey, putting the whipped cream in position in order to facilitate her little plans. Lets see, she thought, perhaps a little of this fluff in the right place, like on his buns, spreading it all around until his ass looks like the top of a cake, or better yet, over his little chest until his nipples are once again covered and his little hair no longer visible, except for a few particularly long strands, breaking through the sea of fluff like a few tall grasses break through the snow in dead winter. No, she thought this has got to be hard core, no two ways about it. She'd go for the guy's fabulous pecker, all shriveled, badly needing some real attention.
Vern applied some of the heavenly stuff on the guy until she could feel his pecker rise once again to its full glory. Little by little, it filled with blood and got harder, growing up on his abdomen, doubling, almost tripling it in total volume, like some gargantuan growth, but a fabulous enticing growth tipped with the most fascinating red cap of sensitive, ex posed skin. Oh, how she wished to devour that little sundae she'd prepared immediately, but she knew that this sort of affair is best held out to maximum duration, like a drinking party fueled by a particularly delicious, but not particularly spiked punch. She covered the shaft (now in its full glorious size) with cream until she could see none of his own skin, but was instead faced with what looked like, for want of better simile, a stucco harpoon. Stucco harpoon? Why not.
Veronica started to eat her little feast, but first decided to top the whole thing with a nice little strawberry; she marveled on how it eroticized his cock, making it look like some artist's representation. Slowly, she sucked on the berry until she squeezed the red juice out of it, then let it drool down the side of her mouth in sensuous abandon. "Baby, I'm going to eat your whole cock!" she said, suddenly starved out of her mind with more than one kind of appetite.
"Do it to me, do it to me," he begged.
"Nothing is gonna stop me little boy," she answered.
She imagined hearing a car, and her heart jumped for one second. Imagine being caught like this: her friend strewn on her parent's bed naked, an orgy of food surrounding the two of them, and worse yet, Veronica ravenously eating cream for the environs of the lad's fat cock.
"Eat me," he groaned.
"Like this?" she asked, taking a big portion of cream in her mouth.
"Yes that's it, eat me naked. Eat all of that cream off me and the make me cream; make me make cream. I want to shoot in your fucking mouth."
She realized the boy was almost mad with desire. After all, she hadn't let the poor boy get any real relief, for as soon as he'd shot his wad, she'd go at him at get him excited before he could bask in the release, before he could get completely limp, she was mercilessly stimulating him, before he could fall off into a sweet slumber; Veronica was making him ache for her body – her cunt, her mouth, her ass, her great tits – with every bit the passion he originally possessed. She had no mercy at all.
"Baby, faster, faster," he moaned, obviously aching from the cock.
Veronica could hardly wait to do her special number on the guy. Without hesitation, without the slightest pause, she took a surprisingly large portion of his pecker into her mouth, covering the sides of the oral orifice with the thick cream, which, mixing with her own saliva, soon lost it viscosity and started to, to put it plainly, dribble. The boy looked at this and was more turned on than ever, because now part of her was mixing with that organic fluff.
"Suck it, suck it good, Vern," he begged.
Vern could hardly believe the fantastic taste sensation. She'd always liked whipped cream, generously dapping it on her homemade sundaes, or requesting double portions in the ice cream parlor, but she'd never connected cream to sex. Now, she was having it all, her taste titillated by that cream and her cunt tickled by the sight and feel and sensations of this young, ripe stud.
Vern had to pause in her own kitchen as she pondered this scene. She could hardly believe how real it all seemed, from his sinuous body, to way she imagined using him as a lunch table.
Back in her reverie, Vern licked the cream from his entire cock, until he was naked down to the base, where the cream mingled with his black pubics until they looked like little threads in a sea of white. How she wanted to lick the rest of that cream and make him entirely naked once again; how she wanted to crush his swollen balls and squeeze out the remainder of his sweet jism until it mixed with the cream and created a sex ambrosia which would, could only drive her absolutely wild. How she wanted to suck his balls, and put them both in her mouth until she would suck them the way she used to dissolve sour balls; only these were much better.
"Eat the rest of it," he begged, "eat the rest of that cream off of me." Vern obliged and stuck her tongue out until she felt the coarse texture of his moistened cock hairs. "That's it, Vern, now eat the rest of the cream." This she did in an instant until there was no more sight of the heavenly white stuff.
"Now its my turn," she added, "what's fair is fair."
"All's fair in love and war," he replied.
Vern didn't like that and erased it from her imagination. It wasn't right somehow; made him seem too mature, too old a remark from a young smart punk who still couldn't believe the kind of action he was getting from a broad with a few years on him.
Veronica made herself very excited just thinking about having her cunt eaten – and not just in the conventional sense, but with the added attraction of real food. Vern felt the boy apply some of the whipped cream. It was cool and fresh, and made her entire body tingle with the excitement of it, from the inside of her womanhood, up her spine, and finally in the pleasure centers of her brain. She could feel the cream fill her big hole, and sense the boy's excitement as he watched her cunt turn from a crimson shade to a snowy white – all creamy, all ready for his tongue and lip and mouth action. "Come on," she said, "let's really give it a go; fill it till it can't hold any more."
The boy applied the cream as if it were liquid gold, taking tiny quantities of it in his fingers in order to prolong the process, dabbing a drop here, a drop there, smelling her cunt as her woman scent mixed with the dairy product. He sniffed her and prudently surveyed the area, getting so close that he got a dab of the fluff on the tip of his nose, a development Vern took advantage of by moving herself upward and licking it off. She knew he liked that, liked having her hot tongue touch him on the tip of the nose, taking off the cool whip but adding something better, the hot, luxuriant gloss of her steamy saliva, shining him up as if he was being glazed for some orgiastic barbecue, preparing him for the biggest sex feast of his life.
Vern was almost filled now, her cunt bulging with the cream, and the sheer heat of her womanhood beginning to melt the substance, turning the viscous material into a watery, slithery mixture which made her opening all the more sleazy, all the more desirable to the young stud. With a couple of final loving dabs, Vern was ready. "Okay," she said, "eat me now, eat it all up my young friend."
Vern could hardly believe how fantastic it felt when his tongue reached inside of her and began to imbibe the love juice. She thought she would have to moan out with sheer delight (not that she was in the slightest inhibited) but she held it in, maximizing the tension which was building inside of her womanhood and inside of her very skull. Meanwhile, the young stud's hands were not idle. He instinctively knew that a little massage – in the breasts, on the nipples, on her sides, along her back, up and across the insides of her thighs – could only enhance the total effect. First, as he held his head down inside of her cunt, he started to caress her shoulders, plump, well-rounded and womanly forms that they were, so delightful in texture, so perfect in formation. He began to squeeze them harder, a movement which almost sent shivers down her spine, and which managed, all the while, to push her breasts together until she sported the most fantastic cleavage down the front of her breasts. The boy was apparently so excited by this he had to momentarily abandon cunt in order to partake. He took his cream and slowly applied it to the tips of her cherries, creating a sort of costume, a costume which at first just covered the tips of her nipples, the entire nipples, and finally the fat underside of her tits. He paused for several seconds to admire his handiwork, and it was something at that. She looked draped in a fantastic bra, strapless, backless, and for that matter, almost topless – but in no sense shitless.
"Go ahead," she encouraged, "Suck them, suck my tits until they're naked again."
That was enough to have him touching the very edge of the cream with his tongue. Evidencing a restraint which belied his years, he slowly but surely made the little top even more abbreviated. He enjoyed the cream, but even more so the process of stripping Veronica naked. Slowly, sensually, he stripped away more of her frontal covering until she was nude just above the nipples. He began to ache to see those fat tits entirely nude once again, so he slurped away quickly, holding her arms at her sides almost as if to make the girl his mock captive. She was naked, except for some tiny spogs of white on both her nipples, which he quickly dissolved by two crafty swoops of the tongue.
"Suck them, suck them… do it to me!"
The boy went down on her tits harder than she imagined possible, but she loved the almost painful sensation as her nipples strained to remain attached to her breasts. She could feel her blood rise within, but once again, her cunt ached to be relieved of the rest of the cream.
"Come on, my friend," she said, "you really shouldn't ignore the rest of me."
With that cue, the boy went down on her once again, slurping, eating her out, until Veronica yelled out, "This is the greatest, this is the greatest fuck of my entire life!"