Picnic in the Woods - Chapter 3
- Dessert
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We lie for a long time looking up at the stars, and a huge full moon, not saying a word. Your breathing becomes even and easy, and I suspect you've drifted off to sleep, but when I turn my head to look at you I see your eyes wide open and looking back at me. I smile and ask what you're doing.
"Looking at you", you say. "Your skin looks like pale gold in the moonlight and your hair like soft firelight."
Such pretty words. You know just what to say to make me feel wonderful about myself. Your body feels so good touching mine. I can't get enough of you. I want to touch and make love to you all night. My fingers lazily trail up and down your body. Your chest, your arms, your face, taking my time to hit every inch of your skin. I kiss you lightly here and there,
letting my lips linger occassionally, and stopping to breathe in your scent. You lie very still, and close your eyes, concentrating on the path of my fingers.
I hear you take a deep sighing breath from time to time. You look deep into my blue eyes, and ask, "What's for dessert?" My eyes glance towards the wooden tray, and you follow their path with anticipation. We discover the chocolate truffles have gotten soft with the heat of the fire, and you
pick one up, eyeing it carefully.
You gently poke your fingertip into the center, and discover it is almost liquid. You touch it to your lips and feel the smooth warmth of the chocolate as you breathe in the delicious aroma. "Mmmmm, that's so good," you coo, "so smooth and rich." My mouth waters as I watch your tongue flick out to remove it from your inviting lips, and I'm about to lean in for a taste when you gently place your hand on my breast, and push me back onto the blanket.
You dip your fingertip once more, and slowly lower it to the warm, soft, lips at the cleft of my legs. You stroke up through my folds, and I make a soft purring sound, like a contented cat. I feel the warm chocolate slide across my lips, and coat my hot clit. You dip again and again until the warm liquid center is all over your fingers, and you rub it into me
rhythmically, taking time to coat every pore. Suddenly you slide your fingers into me all the way, and rub all around the sides, out and in, stroking slowly.
My body quivers at your touch, and at the thought of what you're going to do next. You stop to lick your fingers clean, and then look down at me with an evil grin. "Now for dessert," you say in a voice deep with passion. I inhale a long gasping breath as you slide down, and slip your tongue up
inside me with one fluid motion. I feel your tongue hungrily lapping and probing, trying to rid me of the liquidy chocolate.
I squirm restlessly under your thrusting, licking tongue.
You probe deep and efficiently, not missing a single spot. My moans increase, and my breath comes in short gasping outbursts. "Ohhh ....... unh ....... unh ......... oh, yes ........ mmmmm ......... fuck me lover."
You work slowly and deliberately, bringing me to the brink, and then backing off a little, driving me wild with passion. My hips thrust upwards to meet your mouth, driving you deeper and deeper. You stroke deliberately, removing the chocolate, layer by creamy layer, driving me more and more
insane until I am almost crawling off the top of the blanket. You squeeze my round, full, derriere digging your fingertips into my soft flesh, and pushing my hips upward to get the deepest access to my juicey puss.
My passion rises again and again, and you back off again and again, until you have me delirious and on the verge of multiple orgasms. I can feel it coming, and I try hard to relax, but my body tightens with anticipation. Suddenly I feel a warmth starting deep in my groin and floating outward and upward in rhythmic waves of ecstasy. I throw my head back, gasping as the
waves hit me, over and over.
You gently slide upward, placing your hands under my neck to support me, as your mouth finds my tender nipples. You suckle gently, increasing my pleasure intensely. My body jerks and spasms under you, your rock hard member dangling down between my thighs. I feel it quiver and throb against my leg and I know you're anxious to rid yourself of the increasing tension. When my own tension is comletely released, and my body finally relaxes, I take a deep breath and push you off to the side, rolling you towards the tray so I can reach the confections laid out for us there.
With one scoop I pick up a large, juicey, ripe strawberry. I give it a little squeeze, and the juices run down and drip off the end of it. I aim it just right, and the sweet drips fall, and splash off your hard cock. I bend to gently lick the drips from your thighs, and up through your curly
down. My licking tongue tugs at the hairs, and causes you to chuckle and moan intermittently.
I lick all around the base of your shaft, and then
begin to suck gently on the tender skin running up the underside. You lean back and moan with pleasure as my mouth and tongue drive you to the brink.
I pick up the can of whipped cream and point it at the tip of you, then release the nozzle spraying the cool cream up into your shaft. You let out a long, low howl like a wounded animal as your body is engulfed in a very powerful orgasm that makes your eyes go black. You heave a great sigh at the end, and lie very still with your eyes closed. I watch you closely,
wondering what you're feeling or thinking.
After a moment or two, I hear this long, slow, deep rumble come from inside your chest, and you arch your back, open your mouth and give a very loud, long Tarzan type yell. I can hardly contain myself. I laugh harder and harder the longer you go on. You suddenly stop, and watch my body bounce and jiggle with my laughter.
I grunt like a chimpanze, and giggle as I bend and run my tongue along your shaft and draw your soft balls into my wet, warm mouth. I suck the strawberry juice from your skin, and lick the whipping cream, then tug gently as you lie back on the blanket and moan softly.
My mouth works on you, massaging your fleshy balls with my tongue, and moaning to cause vibrations up into your body. My hands wander across your groin, and up towards your chest. My fingers play with the tiny hairs on your chest and around your nipples making them grow hard and sensitive. My tongue licks and sucks the last of the strawberry juice from your skin.
My mouth plays with you for a long time, leisurely biding my time until your shaft begins to respond again. I slide my hot, wet tongue up your shaft, enveloping it, as you moan softly and press your hips upward for more. You slide easily into and out of my mouth. I squeeze and release as you slide in and out, working your shaft with such expertise that it
isn't long before you grow hard again.
My tongue flicks wildly across the tiny soft hole in your tip, and I taste the creamy drips as they dribble out of you. You're so wet and juicey, and I capture every drop as it oozes onto my hungry tongue. Each thrust forces more and more moisture from you, and my mouth works with urgency to release your final load.
You hold back as long as you can, and suddenly the spasms take control. I feel you jump as your cream fills my mouth and runs down my throat. I feel it hitting the back of my throat in a steady hot stream. Your sweet liquid center melts into me, like the hot lava oozing from a volcano.
You lie back and shudder a few times, and I slide up to cover your body with mine, my legs intertwined with yours, my soft breasts pressed against your smooth chest. You feel my hot mound against you, and run your fingers down to the spot. My hips begin to gyrate, pushing my soft down onto your palm. You look into my eyes and begin to massage, not being able to believe that I want it again so soon. Do I ever get enough? you wonder. "I hope not," you think to yourself, and smile.
We lie like that for a long time. You petting that soft warm place between my legs, and me stroking your shoulders, your face, your hair. I plant a tender kiss here and there, lingering long enough to touch you with the tip of my tongue, and taste the slightly salty moisture that pools up in the low spots on your skin. I breathe you in deeply, and a sigh escapes my
lips.
"You taste so good, smell so good. Mmmmm."
Much later I raise myself onto my hands and knees and reach over for the bowl of strawberries. You reach out to stroke my smooth bottom, and feel yourself coming alive again. You stroke over the silky skin, and down my thigh. I lean into your strokes like a contented cat, and moan and purr with each pass.
You reach down and pluck a ripe strawberry from the bowl and slide it over my lips, and then over yours. Our lips meet in a hungry urgent kiss, and our tongues explore wildly. You pull me down on top of you, and spread my legs with an urgent force that makes me gasp. You pull my hips upward, and thrust your long hard shaft deep into me. "I want to fuck you
hard and fast you growl at me."
You find no resistance from me and I begin to rock wildly on top of you, as if to the pounding of some frantic drumbeat. My hips gyrate and rock as my soft round tits bounce with the rhthm of our movements. You watch my flesh moving and shaking, and it turns you on more and more, building your urgency to a peak. Like a firecracker about to explode you
come slowly and deliberately to the end of your fuse, and then the hot cream erupts upwards filling me with a warmth that sends shivers up my spine, and my body releases in rhythm.
I let my head fall back and let out a long, deep moan. You reach up to cup my breasts, rolling the nipples between your fingertips. Long after it is over, I still sit on your hips, rocking gently. You look at my face, the moonlight gently caressing it and tiny shadows being cast by the stray tendrils that hang down across my cheeks. There is a soft blush on my
cheeks, and a glow to my skin. You think you have never seen anything quite so beautiful.
You smile, and in a deep sensual tone, you whisper, "Sit on my face." My eyes light up as I realize what you said, and I look deep into your eyes. I see a lustful twinkle, and I hurry to comply. I lower myself to your face,
and you bury your tongue deep within my folds, flicking it out to tickle my sensitive flesh. I moan and purr and mash my wet, sweet flesh into your face. You growl, and breath hard so
I feel your hot breath inside me. Shivers play up and down my spine, as I feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck.
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Written by claws4/Laura Dee
November 1998
Copyright � in Canada
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