The meal is finished.

Wiping his mouth he says, "Thanks hon, you know how I like spaghetti."

"Why don't you go into the other room and watch tv while I get dessert ready?" you ask.

"All right, after I help you pick up the dishes."

He helps take things into the kitchen, gives you a quick peck on the cheek and goes into the other room.

"Finally," you mutter. After watching him - watching his mouth the entire time - thinking what that mouth can do, what that tongue can do. Dessert's about to get changed.

Opening the cupboard door, you reach in and remove a container of chocolate frosting, and the jar of maraschino cherries. Placing them on the countertop, you slide the cake into the oven, and say, "Later."

Pulling the top off the frosting container, you stir it some, decide it's too thick for what you're going to use it for, and pop it into the microwave.While it's warming you strip off your clothes, putting them on the counter. The timer dings, you take the frosting out, and stir it - it's nice and creamy now, easy to spread. You reach into a drawer and remove a soft spatula. You then start to smooth the chocolate frosting over your breasts, making sure you put enough on the nipples to help hold the cherries in place. You discover that the frosting is slightly warm, and it feels nice, gliding over your skin. After finishing each breast, you continue frosting yourself, first the rib-cage, then the stomach, again making sure you place enough on your navel to help hold the cherry in place. Then you start to lightly frost your mons, trying to be sure you get at least some on each of your nether lips, being glad of the fact that you shave there. Then you place a small amount on the top of each thigh. The frosting done, you reach for three cherries, and place one on each nipple, hiding it, using a little more frosting to help hold it in place, then placing the cherry in your navel. Then you pick up the tube of decorators icing and attempt to write, HAPPY on the upper swell of your right breast, then switching to the left breast with BIRTHDAY. After that comes his name on your stomach, then his age at the junction of your thighs.

After checking to be sure that the cherries were still in place, you peak around the corner to confirm that he is still in the other room watching television. He is, so you walk into the dining room, and sit down on the table, and you scoot yourself backward a little, so that the edge of the table catches you at your knees. You then lay back on the table, bringing your legs up onto the chair seat, and callout, "Desssert's on the table."

"Be right there." comes the reply.

A few seconds pass, then you hear the televsion being clicked off, and footsteps approaching.

"What's this?" He asks, walking closer.

"Dessert!"

He walks over to you and bends down, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "I must say you are the best looking dessert I've ever seen. Now where to start..."

He walks to your side, and bends down again, this time pulling his lips back slightly from his teeth, he opens his mouth, and plucks the cherry from your nipple. He catches your nipple slightly, and pulls it. He releases the nipple, swallows the cherry, and comes back to lick the chocolate from your right breast. He licks slowly around your breast at first, ignoring the nipple, when the chocolate is all gone he moves on to the nipple and licks the chocolate into a little mound over the nipple, hiding it. He then starts to suck on the chocolate covered nipple, running his tongue around and around it. He feels it tightening, becoming harder, more pronounced. He stops sucking and starts to gently bite it, pulling back slightly, elongating it, then releasing it. Once the chocolate is all gone, he stops, and moves around the table to the other side. He bends down, reaching for the other cherry, plucks it up, swallows it, then starts to lick the chocolate from that breast as well. Only instead of going around and around as he did with the other one, he licks up so that he flicks the nipple each time. When most of the chocolate is gone, he starts to bite and nip the nipple - gently at first, then harder. You draw in a breath at the feeling, at the tingles that are runnig down your body and pooling in your stomach. He continues to lick, suck and bite at your nipple, occassionaly reaching for the first one. Your hands clench into fists, and you start to arch your back.

"Desserts don't move," he says, then moves to the end of the table, takes your feet from the chair, and moves it out of the way. He takes off his shirt, and places in on the chair, then spreads your legs, and steps between them.

Stepping up between your legs, he looks your in the eyes, as he once again bends down. This time to lick the chocolate off your rib cage and stomach, slowly moving back and forth and down. When he reaches your stomach, he slowly drags his tongue around in circles, centering in on your navel, and the cherry there. He reaches your cherry, just as you inhale another deep breath, and clench your hands tighter. He plucks the cherry up and swallows it, then looks up at you from beneath his hair, eyes glinting, and says, "What did I say about desserts not moving...."

He gives your navel a quick swipe of his tongue, then he starts licking the chocolate off your stomach, below your navel, yet just above your pubic area. You tense again. "Since you can't seem to hold still, let's see if this helps," he says. Then instead of licking the chocolate off your nether lips, he licks down your right thigh, totally bypassing your now throbbing cunt.

"Nhhhnnnnn," you exclaim, starting to twist sideways, his hands come up and firmly grasp your hips, holding you down flat on the table. "Huh-uh," he says, "desserts don't move remember! This is what happens to desserts that don't stay put."

And he continues to lick up all the chocolate on that thigh, then he moves upward again, once again by-passing your now aching nether regions and starts on the left thigh, when he reaches the bottom of the chocolate he stops, and looks up again. "Very good, you didn't move, you get your treat now." So saying he starts licking and nibbling his way back up your thigh as his hands move from your hips to the inside of your thighs, and pushes your legs apart, spreading you even more. When he gets to your navel again, you inhale, clench your fists, but otherwise don't move, your so hot, you can feel your juices running out of you, and you can't hardly wait to feel his mouth on your streaming cunt. This time, ah-ah, this time, he starts to slowly washes you with his tongue, left and right, left and right, slowly moving down. Stopping occassionaly to nibble here and there, sometimes on the left lip, sometimes the right, you're having trouble breathing now, and your head is moving side to side at the feeling of his mouth on your labia. His hands come up again, and his thumbs come together and spreads your lips apart further, so his tongue can lick your wet slit from front to back. You start to arch your back again, but he pulls back, and you stop moving again, and he goes back to licking. You're moaning by now, and your hair is tangling around your face as you're moving your head so much. As a "reward" for not moving, he bends down even further, and sucks your clit. You can't help yourself, you arch up, pushing your cunt into his face, hard, he licks it, sucks it, drawing it out, then letting it go back, out and back. You're about ready to come, when suddenly he bites down on your clit. You scream as you come, moving sideways, and up and down, your back is arched till only your butt is on the table along with the tip of your head. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

As you come, he stands upright, reaching forward. Filling his hands with your breasts. You arch even further, reaching for him, needing to anchor yourself to him and failing.

He takes your erect nipples between his thumb and fingers and squeezes, hard. You inhale sharply at the pain, although it quickly turns into pleasure, as he repeatedly squeezes and releases the nipples. You hear sounds, and realize it's you who is making them, you can feel yourself getting even wetter, and you can feel the wetness starting to run out of your body.

The sounds you make have him trembling with need, he could feel his control slipping further. He squeezes your nipples again, but more gently this time. Fingers trembling in anticipation he reaches for his belt. As it comes undone, he kisses you, long and hard, while reaching for the zipper.

Sliding your hands up his arms, you finally grasp his shoulders and deepen the kiss even more. Thrusting your tongue in and out, starving for the taste of him.

Finally, the zipper releases and he pushes his pants and briefs down, just far enough to free his throbbing member. He grasps your hips, and pulls you toward him, making you glad you have ahold of his shoulders as you tighten your grip. He stops pulling you forward when your hips are just resting on the edge of the table. He bends forward, and places kisses along your breasts as he slowly pushes his way into your soaking cunt. You're so wet, he enters easily, despite his large 9 inch length. You slip your legs around his waist, lock them in place, and tip yourself off the table, taking his length all the way inside you. You can feel the large head bang against the opening to your womb. You're full - so full, you can't catch your breath. The feeling is just one step away from pain.

When you slide off the table and totally onto his cock, he spreads his legs further apart for better leverage. Once you're seated, he slides his hands up your back, bringing them around to your breasts. He squeezes them, kneads them, all the while not moving inside you, holding perfectly still. As he plays with your breasts you start getting restless, and starts to move up and down on him a little, he tips you backward, so that your back is supported by the table. Then his closes his teeth around a nipple and start to nibble on it, as your back starts to arch up, he starts to pull out. He pulls out till only the very tip of his cock is still inside you. Then he slams himself back in, he starts pulling out and pushing back in, going harder, deeper and faster each time. You feel yourself start to come, just as he switches to your other breast and bite down on it, you inhale sharply and start to tremble. Sure enough, you can feel the walls of yours cunt clamp down on him, tighter and tighter, he starts to come just as you screams your release.

After a few minutes, you look at him and say "Happy Birthday."

"This is one birthday I'm going to remember, that's for sure." He gasps, and as he starts to straighten up again he slides completely out of you. He looses your legs from around his waist, and slowly lowers them to the floor. Pulling you upright as well, he says "You know, we need a shower."

Giggling, you look at him, and say, "Uh, first I think you need to take your pants off."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that."

After removing his pants and briefs, the two of you walk into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and walks in with you. You pick up a scubbing sponge and the bar of soap, after getting the sponge wet, you start to lather it.

"I think you're wearing almost as much chocolate as I am," you say, while reaching out and starting to rub the sponge across his chest.

"When you're done it's my turn," he replies.

You wash his chest, running the sponge down his arm, then back up to his chest, then down the other arm and back up. The entire time he just stands there, not moving, and a glint comes into yours eye. You lather up the sponge again and runs it down his right side, carefully, not wanting to tickle. Then you bring the sponge around his stomach to his other side.

Hearing a slight groan, you asks, "Something wrong?"

Exhaling he says "No, nothing, keep going."

You start to rub the sponge down his left thigh, being careful to avoid the rather large protrusion between his legs. You finish the left and go to the right thigh, and do it as well.

You lather up the sponge onece again, and this time slowly and carefully wash his semi-erect member. You rub the sponge up and down the length, then around and around from base to tip. In just a few seconds he's hard as a rock again. "All done." you chirp. "Your turn."

You take as much of him in as you can, then pull back slightly, so that just the head is in your mouth. You flick your tongue along the tip, washing it, going back and forth. You glance up and see that his head is thrown back, and his eyes appear to be closed. You pull your mouth off him and a loud pop resounds in the stall. You slowly run your tongue down the length of him, as you start back up, you add your hands. They squeeze, and release, squeeze and release along the entire length. Then they squeeze a little, hold it, and start to pull themselves back down to the base. You hear a moan and feel his hands come around and clasp your head. His fingers working into your hair, as you work on him, making him harder, longer, thicker.

"Stop", he groans, and removes his hands from your head, and pulls himself away from you.

"But, .... ." You stammer, wondering what you might have done wrong.

He reaches down, and helps you to stand. He lifts you slightly, and rubs his manhood against your lips, until they part and slide around him. Seeing what he's doing, you reach down and grasp him, showing him the way home. Finding the entrance he slides into you. You are so wet he sinks in easily, just as the feeling starts to become painful, he stops moving. He drops one leg, and wraps the other around him. You stand on tiptoe, and tighten your muscles so that you are holding him within you. Feeling your muscles clench him, he groans. You do it again, and he groans again.

"Stop that," he moans, "if you don't stop that, I'm not going to last."

"And this is bad?" You ask, grinning slightly.

"You aren't playing fair," he groans this time.

"Who said anything about playing?" You reply, and tighten your inner muscles again.

"All right, but remember you asked for this." And so saying, he leans back slightly, enough to be able to drop a hand between your bodies. You feel his fingers on your lips, sliding along the channel, until he comes to your clitoris, then he stops.

"What are you going to do?" You start to ask, when he runs his fingers over you sensitive clit. You draw in a deep breath, and hold it, then let it out. As you do his fingers seem to settle on it.

"You'll see."

He slowly starts to pull out and you cry out. "No. Don't."

He looks at you, leans in closer, kisses you deeply, and starts to push back in - at the same time, his fingers are tweaking your clit, pinching it, rubbing it. He starts rocking back and forth, in and out of you, you feel yourself start to come. And he pushes hard into you as you come, holding himself still, not moving. But he can feel you, your muscles clenching and releasing around him, he pushes even hard, and deeper inside. He clenches his jaw, and closes his eyes, but he doesn't move. As you stop trembling so hard, he starts rocking again, in and out, in and out, and you can feel him inside you, the pressure is intense. Then he starts going faster, and harder, then you feel his fingers grasp your clitoris again, and pinch it hard. You come again screaming. As you come this time, he pulls all the way out of you, removes your leg from around his waist, and turns you around. He places your hands on the wall, and spreads your legs apart sliding his wet leg between them from behind, forcibly pushing them apart, when the only thing you want to do is bring them together.

The water from the shower is hitting you on the back, running down your waist, into the crack between your cheeks, flowing down your legs, running into your sopping cunt. You barely notice the steam filling the stall, swirling around you, when you feel him step up behind you, and you feel his cock's head. He's following the water, running himself into the crack between your cheeks, pressing at your secondary hole, you tense, then you feel him move on, still following the path of the water. He comes to your cunt, then slides past, he pushes forward further till he comes to your already super-sensititve clitoris. He rubs himself against it, causing it to further distend tself. You start to pant, having a little trouble breathing. He stops, slides back, and pushes himself into your cunt from behind. His hands come around to your front, one going to your breasts, the other to your clit. As he pushes in his fingers start their wonderful teasing again. Pinching, rubbing, pinching harder and holding it, then pulling your nipple and your clitoris out away from you bit, then letting it snap, back in place. You can't believe it, you can't breathe, you lean back, pushing your ass into his groin, taking him even deeper. You arch your back, and as you do, he nips you on your neck, releases your skin, licks it, then bites it harder, and holds it. You scream yet again as you come, and this time you're not alone. You can feel him, expanding within you, spurting deep inside, and you hear him cry out your name.

After a few minutes pass, and you're sure it's a few minutes and not hours as the water is still warm and not icy cold, you feel him slip out of you. You turn around, look at him, and say, "That's playing fair?"

He doesn't answer, just picks up the sponge, lathers it up, and starts to slowly wash you. After soaping your body, then he hands you the sponge. You work up the lather, and wash him in turn. After rinsing off, you both walk out of the shower stall, grab towels, and dry yourselves off and head for the bedroom and some much needed sleep.

Several Hours Later

You slowly awaken, and stretch, wondering what woke you up. You're so comfortable, you really don't want to move, then your stomach rumbles, again. "Ah," you think, tha's why I woke up, "I'm hungry." You stretch once more, then throw back the covers, making sure not to uncover your soundly sleeping stud, and get out of bed.

You head for the kitchen and the food, after all supper was a long time ago, and you never did get your cake. You enter the kitchen and flip on the light with one hand while the other reaches for a bowl. You know exacty what you want, a small dish of vanilla ice cream. You get the dish, and the scoop and walk to the freezer, remove the ice cream, and put it on the counter. And that's when you notice the mess from earlier, the cherries, the empty frosting container, the dirty dishes.

"Oh, hell, I'm not going to do the dishes now." You scoop up a helping of ice cream, then another, put the lid back on and put it in the freezer. You take a spoon and taking a small amount, you slide the spoon in, twirl your tongue over the ice cream, and suck it off, the slowly pull the spoon out of your mouth. "Mmmmmm," you moan, "that's good."

You take another helping and do the same, only this time closing your eyes. After swallowing, you open your eyes. They fasten on the jar of cherries. You start to think, "I never got my dessert. I wonder?" You place the dish of ice cream on the counter, and look in the fridge for some strawberries. "There they are!" You exclaim as you spy the small container that remains. You take itout and place it on the counter next to the dish. Then you start looking through the cupboards for some pineapple. "Found it." That goes on the counter too. Next on the counter comes a container of chocolate syrup. Finally you reach for the can of whipped topping and place it on the counter next to the other items. "Now all I need is a banana, and I can have a banana split." You start looking, but oyu can't find one anywhere. "Bummer, and I was looking forward to...." you pause as you think of something. Just b ecause you don't have a banana isn't a reason to not have the banana split. A gleam comes into your eye. You open the pineapple, and place a small amount in the dish with the ice cream, then you take a couple of strawberries, cut them up, and put them there also. Next comes a couple of cherries. You place the remaining cans and jars in the refrigerator. You take your dish, the whipped topping, and chocolate syrup, turn off the lights and leave the kitchen.

After re-entering the bedroom, you turn on the bedside light. You look to see what position someone is in. Thankfully he's now laying on his back, cause you know you couldn't have rolled him over by yourself. You put the dish, whipped creme, and syrup down beside him on the bed, reach out and slowly pull the sheet he's almost covered with away. You stand there and admire his assets, even soft, he's impressive you think. You move over the food a bit, and kneel on the bed, then straddle his upper thighs. You settle your weight on him, and wait to see if he wakes up, he doesn't so you proceed with your banana split.

Since there are only about two small scoops of ice cream in the dish, you decide to put them both of them on at once, just above his flaccid penis. So you tip the dish, and slide them out and onto him.

"What the hell?" he roars, as he wakes up, attempting to reach down and remove the offending items. But with you sitting on his thighs, he can only sit up so much. "What are you doing?" He yells."

"Just getting ready to have dessert," you reply. "now be good, and lie back."

"Dessert? What are you talking about? And what the hell did you put on me? It's freezing!"

"It's only a little ice cream, don't be such a baby. Now be good, and lie back down. After all. I think it's only fair that I get my dessert, since I didn't get any earlier."

He settles back on the bed, grumbling beneath his breath about cold temperatures, and crazy women. But he doesn't attempt to stop you as you continue to make your dessert.

"All right, let's see, I've got the ice cream, now comes the strawberries, then the pineapple." Fitting action to words you put the strawberries on one of the quickly melting gobs of ice cream, and you put the pineapple on the other one.

When you pick up the whipped creme, you notice a rise in the main ingredient of your split. You spray a little whipped creme on the ice cream and around his now rapidly rising member. Then you pick up the cheries and place one approximately where the ice cream was. You then reach for the ice cream dish again. Just as you pick it up, his hand comes out, and grabs your wrist. "Huh-uh, no more ice cream." He says.

"Don't worry, it's only the little that melted." You wait, and he releases your wrist, and lies there, waiting. You put him out of his misery, by tipping the dish so that the melted ice cream runs over the head of his now fully erect penis and down and around it. You drop the dish on the floor, and pick up the chocolate syrup. You raise it till it's just above the head, then you squeeze some out. Just enough to cover most of the surface area. You put the cap back on, and drop it on the floor with the other items.

You straighten up, lean back a little to observe your masterpiece. It's perfect! "See," you say, "It didn't hurt a bit."

"True. What are you going to do now, eat it?" He asks, hopefully.

"Naw," you reply. "I'm just going to look at it. Of course I'm going to eat it, after all it is my dessert."

You lean forward, and slide your tongue across the head of his cock, savoring the taste of the chocolate and him combined. You concentrate on cleaning all the chocolate and ice cream off the head, the you move down and lick his staff. Short, quick strokes of your tongue, alternate with long, slow strokes. As you move down toward the base of his throbbing manhood you notice his hands clench the sheets. You raise your head slightly, his head is tipped back, and his eyes are closed, his breathing is picking up. "Would you like me to stop?" You inquire.

"Don't you dare!" He rasps, opening one eye to glare at you.

"No need to get nasty, I was just asking." You go back to working your way to the base. As you approach the whipped creme, you stop, and adjust your position, sliding backward a little, pressing yourself a little harder against his legs, hoping to help easy the pressure you feel building inside you. Then you start on the toppings, the whipped creme and the fruit. You hardly get started when his hands come up, and grabs you at the waist. Startled you look up, his eyes are wide open now and gleaming. He lifts you and twists his body sideways at the same time, putting you on the bottom.

"Hey, no fair, you said desserts can't move." So saying you push him, and feel him sstart to turn, so you push a little harder, trying to get him to roll back onto his back so you can finish eating. He however, as another idea. He rolls again this time, you end up on your side facing him. You reach down, and finding his rib cage, you tickle him. He releases your waist, and before he can grab you again, you turn around so that you're facing his throbbing manhood.

"If you want to eat your dessert," he says, "go ahead, I'll have some too." So saying he pulls you closer and you feel his fingers part your nether lips, then you feel his breath and then his tongue on you. He starts to lap up the heavy flow of juices from between your legs, while you clean off any of the ice cream and toppings which remain.

As you start to come, you place him fully in your mouth, sucking hard, trying to get him to come with you. He pulls himself from your mouth as you come. He turns on his back again, lifts you up by the arms, and places you above him, so that you are straddling his groin. He spreads your legs further, dropping a leg on either side of his hips. He brings his knees up, and lets you rest your back against them, freeing his hands. With one of his hands, and reaches down and grasps himself, holding himself steady, with the other hand he urges you downward onto him. Still trembling from the aftermath of your climax, you slowly slide down impaling yourself. You inhale at the feeling, arching your back, and start to come yet again. He holds your waist, preventing you from moving. You squirm trying to get away so you can move just a little, but he won't let you. Finally you stop trembling from this climax. You sag forward and lay on his chest, nuzzling his nipples.

"Mmmm, that's nice," he murmurs, "but, let's sit up now, shall we?"

He helps you sit upright again, holding you until you regain your balance. Once steady, you place your hand on his chest and look at him, he releases your waist, and says "Now you can move all you want."

"Lay your knees down then," you reply. "And keep your hands to your sides, don't touch me." Surprisingly he does.

You have one hand on his chest, and you place your other hand on his thigh, turning slightly to do so. You hear him draw a breath this time. You start to raise yourself, twisting again as you go, so that by the time you are fully facing him, you are almost completely off of him, only the very tip remains inside you. You drop back down, again twisting as you go, this time so that by the time you are completely seated on him, you are once again sitting slightly sideways. You go up and down in this position several times, hearing him draw deep breaths on every up rising, and exhaling it on the down strokes. You start to do it again, and this time you tighten your inner muscles as you raise up, clamping yourself tightly to him, pulling him. As you reach the top, you flex your muscles, and instead of slowly sliding back down, this time you drop back quickly. Fully seating yourself once again, you see that his hands are tightly gripping the bed sheets, and you smile. You do this a couple of times, then on an up swing, you again tighten your inner muscles, tightening around him. This time as you come back down you keep your muscles clenched, increasing the friction. You can feel him expanding within you, getting longer. As you fully seat yourself again, his hands come up, and cup your breasts. Rubbing them, pinching them, pulling on the nipples, you know you are already starting to get ready to come again, so you increase the pace. Rising and dropping more and more rapidly, tiwsting slightly now and then. He reaches up and grabs your neck, pulling you down and kisses you, as you seat yourself, you start to come again, and this time so does he. He grabs your waist, holds you tightly against him as he pounds up into you, and you feel him spurting inside you.

After both of your heart-beats are normal, you slide yourself off him, and lay down beside him. "You know if we do this very often," you say, "we're going to kill ourselves."

"Maybe," he says, turning on his side, and wrapping an arm around you, "but what a way to go."

The End!