Penny wasted no time in licking and sucking up the jism from her hands. Then she gave me a look of pure passion as she brought her freshly coated dessert to her mouth. She engulfed half the come-decorated banana with one greedy lunge, then devoured it like a come-crazed whore of Babylon. She moaned in delight as she grabbed her gooey reward. I wondered, What have I done to deserve such a randy little vixen?
Penny burst into her own magnificent climax as she licked, sucked and nibbled her sex fruit. Her orgasm was violent and quick. She raised a glistening finger up to my lips for a tiny taste. That gesture got me hungry for her wet snatch. I dropped to my knees and began to slurp up all her oozing come, darting my tongue deep into her folds for all I was worth. Her fluid filled my happy mouth completely. I swallowed it greedily, slobbering all over her thighs and legs in order to get every tasty drop.
We locked our moist lips passionately and twirled our tongues together, tasting every flavor with such erotic delight that we both moaned in appreciation. I got rock-hard again as I tasted her pussy juice and my sperm, overlaid with the distinct flavors of banana and menthol cigarette smoke. It was so damn sensuous and exhilarating that I knew I would need more, much more before the night was done.
“What do you want, honey? Do you want something more?” Penny cooed as she gulped down the last gooey bits of banana. “I know I’m still hungry. I definitely need to suck more down. Looks like that scrumptious dick of yours could explode again. Mmm! I hope you have another big load for me. God, I think I could drink down a whole big glass of sperm tonight!”
My mind was still crazed with lust, and she was right. My cock could probably explode several times more before I used up my supply of semen. “You’re such a greedy girl,” I said. “What do you want me to squirt on next? You want it in a glass, in your palm, or maybe right into that pretty mouth of yours? I’m gonna give you more come than even you can swallow, baby doll!”
“Oh, I doubt that, honey, my thirst is insatiable tonight,” she replied. “Too bad you couldn’t have some of your stud friends over and give me a circle jerk. Mmm, I can just picture their swollen pricks spurting wad after wad of hot creamy spunk into my hungry mouth. Just imagine me swallowing a quart of jism from all those guys, honey. Pretty sexy, huh?”
It definitely was. Now my dick was close to coming without me even stroking it. Penny sensed this and hurried to the wet bar. She returned with a bottle of red wine and a glass that she poured two-thirds full. “Remember that porn flick we saw, when a couple of guys jerked off in a woman’s glass of red wine, and she swallowed it all in one gulp?” she asked. “I’ve never forgotten it, and now I want to do the same thing. C’mon baby, fill my glass with sperm so I can drink it all up—color my wine with white globs of semen. It’ll be sexy, floating and swimming around in my wine. Then I’ll throw my head back and chugalug it.” She continued: “I want your come so bad, honey. Feed me. Give me all your spunk now. Oh, I need it, I want to eat it now!”
With that, I spurted a rope of jism across the top of the glass and onto her red fingernails. That gush was followed by several forceful squirts that hit the wine in the glass. Penny raised the glass and engulfed the head of my cock in the wine. As I spurted, she licked her lips and savored the come. She watched, fascinated, as I smeared the red wine with about a shot-glass of semen.
“That’s it, Penny baby, clean off those sultry lips of yours,” I said as the last few drops of sperm dribbled out of my cock into the glass. “Now get ready for a wine you’ll never forget. Drink it down, baby, drink it all down like you said you would.”
“You don’t mind if I have a smoke, do you, and enjoy the bouquet first?” she asked. She lit a fresh cigarette as she took the glass away from my limp dick. She shook it to mix my come with the wine, brought it to her nose and inhaled luxuriantly. “Oh, that’s simply heavenly,” she said. “What a nice combination. I’m so lucky to have a man who gives me what I want.”
I think I’d ejaculated more jism than there was wine in the glass. The two liquids looked quite separate, with their contrasting colors and textures. Penny’s eyes were fixed on that glass as she took a drag and then announced, “Well, here’s looking at you, sweetie. Bottoms up!” With no hesitation at all, she raised the glass to her mouth, locked her eyes to mine and tipped the glass. The wine and semen oozed into her eager mouth, and she slowly swallowed them. I couldn’t believe the eroticism she created as the fluids disappeared into her throat. She took one gulp after another until it was all gone. What a performance! What a gal! I was excited and proud.
“Delicious, honey, just like I knew it would be,” she said. She came close and found my lips with hers. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted into mine. I tasted myself again. The flavors of semen and cigarettes were prominent, along with lingering flavors of banana and pussy juice. We kissed passionately for some time, her semi-clad body against my growing prick.
We rested for an hour or so, snuggling and chuckling over our newest afterplay adventures. Penny looked absolutely radiant with her hair pinned back, her rosy cheeks and her heaving, exposed breasts. Her lips still showed dried sperm and banana. After a bit she turned to me and said, “It’s your turn now, Tony, what do you say?”
I nodded and held onto my prick, which was getting even stiffer. What delights lay ahead for me now?
“I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes, honey. Just think of me with about twenty guys standing all around my nude body, jerking off their fat thick schlongs as my wet tongue hangs out begging to be fed. That oughta keep you hard for a bit. See you soon.” Penny kissed me on the cheek and left the room.
And I did think of the mental picture she’d given me, but my mind raced ahead to the part where they all come in buckets and splatter her mouth with gallons of steamy, gushing semen. I envisioned her splashing in sperm and pictured spunk running out of the corners of her mouth. I imagined her gulping and swallowing as fast as she could the mixture of jism from several well-hung studs. Right then and there I had the ultimate picture of my wife as the complete come-queen. Nothing could be kinkier or nastier as every guy jerked off and shot huge streamers of sperm between her sexy lips. Just knowing she would not think of missing one drop of come from all those guys almost made me come then and there. But I knew I had a treat coming in a couple of minutes and might find better use for the sperm.
Finally Penny returned to the bedroom where I was dreaming about her. She was carrying a hidden treat for me, a tray or something covered with a small towel. “My big hungry guy needs to satisfy his appetite too,” she said. “So I fixed you another favorite: My
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special. Can you guess what this is?” she asked.
“No, I can’t imagine. Why don’t you indulge me, let me see what it is. I can’t wait,” I said, with urgency.
With one swipe of the towel she revealed my prize—a fresh stack of hot, steaming pancakes. But not merely pancakes. No, these were dark chocolate ones with puffy, porous little holes just like they’d whip up in a diner. My dick lurched forward as my sweet wife brought the plate down near my aching loins. The heat from the pancakes danced around my cock like a trade wind from the tropics. My manly flesh grew as rigid as granite.
“Oh, damn it,” she said, “I forgot to get some pancake syrup. Jesus, now what can we do? And you so hungry, too.” She took my hand in hers and placed it on my throbbing cock. She gave it a few jerks, as if to prod me on—as if I needed prodding! “C’mon, baby. Show me how much prick syrup you can make so these hot-cakes can be all rich ’n’ gooey to eat!” she said in her sexiest voice. “Mmm, I bet your sloppy white sperm will look absolutely delicious against their dark color.”
Two minutes later, I was shooting streamers of fresh spunk all over her hand and onto those pancakes, erupting in an even more powerful climax than I’d had all night. I must have built up a nice supply of come very quickly. Those flapjacks were saturated with my hot jism, even to the point where it oozed down the sides just like real syrup would. A final gasp erupted from my throat that signified to Penny that I was done coming. She squeezed my dick to get the last few drops, milking me like a cow.
“Now open up, honey, let me feed you—you look so depleted and hungry,” she said as she took a fork and cut a big portion from the stack of hotcakes. She even moved it to the top of the stack and made sure to smear even more jism into my first bite, saturating it with sticky white sperm. Like a good little come boy, I parted my lips and let her feed me my sexy little treat. It was gooey and different, and I would not have changed a thing. The sheer eroticism of the moment—as well as the recollections of the earlier ones—made my heart race as I chewed and chomped on the kinkiest and sexiest breakfast I’d ever imagined.
“Let me see if I cooked these things well,” Penny said. She brought a big sloppy forkful of sperm-cakes up to her mouth to sample it. “Mmm. Oh man, that’s good. Real gooey and tangy. Baby, you’re gonna have to bottle that syrup, that’s really special stuff!” she giggled. For the next few minutes we both savored those come-cakes until they were all gone. We topped it off with another wet, deep French kiss, swirling tiny bits of come-soaked pancake between our horny mouths and moaning in ecstasy. I must say, it was quite an eye-opening experience, and I fantasized ahead to our next nasty adventure—what could we devise next time to top this kinky fun?
In the months that followed, we tried out more things than even I thought were possible to think up. We also got back into a more normal love life, enjoying intimate foreplay and intercourse more regularly. But as always, we would indulge in our favorite afterplay sex sessions. If I wasn’t sucking our come juices from out of her twat or from around her sexy butthole, she would be slurping them from off her fingers or her favorite dildo after we’d climaxed from intercourse. One time she even had me clean off her ten-inch black dildo with my tongue after she’d masturbated to orgasm with it. Then I jerked off and shot all my semen onto it. She told me I looked as slutty as she does as I licked and sucked every drop of come off that fake dark phallus like a cock-sucking pro.
Sometimes when we go out for the night, I can’t get but a mile or two down the road before Penny has my fly open and my cock stiff in her sexy mouth. It takes me only a couple of minutes before I’m filling her hungry mouth with all my gooey seed, and it keeps me on my toes to avoid hitting another car or going into a ditch. One time after she’d sucked my cock that way and I had blown my wad into her mouth as I drove down the highway, she zipped my fly back up and sat up without saying one word for about twenty minutes, when we arrived at our destination. It was there that she grabbed me in a lip-lock as I stopped the car. The little vixen actually had held my load of spunk in her mouth the whole time we were driving and now was giving it back to me in a juicy kiss! It was the most incredible “snowball” I’d ever gotten, and Penny admitted that holding a mouthful of my warm sperm for so long turned her on so much that she had several small orgasms.
Another time, when we’d just had sex and had come powerfully together, she informed me we were late for a dinner engagement and must rush to get there! Hell, my dick was still wet, and her pussy was dripping and squishy as we rushed off in the car. That was a night to remember. My little darling made sure to lick my dick clean and dry with her adoring tongue as I drove the car as best I could. She didn’t miss a fold in my uncircumcised cock, and she sucked every drop of come off my still-pulsating rod. When she announced that she also had to get her pussy completely clean, I just sat back, stumped. “Even your finger-licking talents couldn’t totally clean out your luscious cunt, with all that come,” I said.
“Oh, I brought a glass from the bar for this. Did I forget to mention that?” she asked. And without any hesitation my little come-eater raised her skirt, shoved her moist panties out of the way and brought that glass down to her dripping crotch. As she leaned back on the seat and arched herself up, she looked at me with a totally lust-filled stare and said, “Wow, I can’t wait to have my first cocktail of the night, I bet it’s gonna be real rewarding and tasty, don’t you think?”
After three or four minutes she lowered her spectacular ass back down to the seat and brought the shot glass up from below. She proudly showed me that it was filled almost to the top with come. “I can’t believe I never thought of this before,” she muttered as she slowly raised her fresh, new cocktail to her waiting lips. My heart raced, and the car swerved slightly as my honey stuck her tongue into her gooey drink for a taste. “I want it all, honey, I’m gonna chugalug it all down now like the sexpot I am!” she murmured. Once again, she locked her eyes onto mine as she tipped the glass back, and with an open mouth and wagging tongue poured the mixture of pussy come and semen between those sexy lips.
She actually accentuated the gulping sounds with her naughty throat as she sucked down every bit of come juice from that shot glass. I watched in fascination as she snaked her gooey tongue into the glass and all around the sides to get every little residue of cunt cream and spunk from the walls and bottom. She moaned a hushed, mesmerized moan. “Simply heavenly, delicious! I love to eat come, honey, I just love it!” she announced quite boldly and proudly. She gave me a quick peck on the lips to share the moment (and a little taste of what she knew turned me on as much as it did her).
I know: You readers think this is some fabricated story, or at best the work of a couple of perverts. Well, let me tell you, unless you really let yourself go in this world of sensuality and lovemaking, you’ll never fully know what you’re missing and capable of enjoying. Be bold, try new things. Hey, not everything is for everyone, I know that. But I bet as your inhibitions fade and your love for that special someone grows every day, you’ll feel obliged to try some fantasies here and there. Believe me when I say that foreplay is exquisitely dreamy, lovemaking is passionately erotic, but afterplay is enticingly sensual and heart-pounding! A man and a woman can’t share a more intimate act. The kinkier the better! So let your hair down, guys, and try some juicy stuff; I bet you’ll want to incorporate some of it into your love life on a regular basis!—
T.K., Key Biscayne, Florida