The next 48 hours Sarah and I made love at a feverish rate. We barely took time out for food or sleep. We tried a new position or place every time. We stood up to make love; I sat in a chair and Sarah “rode” me both front ward and back; we made love lying side by side; she bent over the back of the sofa; we tangled in the hammock as I entered her; she backed onto me positioned like a frog with her ass extending beyond the edge of the bed; I held her while we made love in the middle of the pool; and I took her one evening on a side pocket of the pool table. We melted into each other’s arms, orgasm after orgasm! We surprised each other over and over with new ways to stimulate. There was nothing ordinary about these 2 days!
One night, after we woke from a short nap, Sarah said she was going into the kitchen to “whip up a snack”. I walked into the kitchen to join her. I could hardly believe my eyes. She was reclining on our “favorite” counter top, wearing a string bikini of whipped cream!! She had outlined her areolas, and piled the cream high on her fabulous nipples. The triangle barely covered her mound, and a thin “string” extended onto her hips. She had a wicked smile on her face as she asked me if I wanted to join her for a snack. As she spoke, she parted her legs seductively, I didn’t speak; I simply slid her to the edge of the counter and went to work on her with my tongue.
I started with a hard, pointed tongue, tracing her areolas and removing the sweet cream from them. Sarah arched up to me as she drew in a quick breath. Before I went to her nipples, I moved down her body and with long, flat strokes, licked her hips and removed the strings she had created. She moaned and streteched as my tongue caressed her body. Then I went to her nipples, sucking the cream into my mouth, then sharing some with Sarah as I kissed her. Our tongues twisted and tangled with each other as I pressed hard onto her lips.
I didn’t leave her nipples after they were clean. They were so long and stood so high that I bit gently on them at the base and kept them between my teeth as I slowly worked my way to their hard, sensitive tips. “Ohhhh, Paul,” she moaned. I kissed her even harder on the mouth and then moved down to her mound. I quickly removed the last portion of the cream.
Her pussy looked so inviting - shiny, pink, and open - that I started licking the entire length of her slit very slowly. I reconized her desire for more stimulation and I eased three fingers inside of her, twisting them and opening and closing them like scissors. I would alternate my tongue and my thumb intermittently on her clit. I could tell that it was becoming more and more engorged. “Paul, it’s throbbing sssooo much. Please keep going,” she begged with both her eyes and her voice. She was getting wetter and her pussy was opening up like a blooming flower. I loved watching her as she started her climb!
I withdrew my fingers. I wanted us to have another new experience. It was a fantasy of mine and she had unknowingly laid the groundwork. I went quickly to the refrigerator and retrieved the can of whipping cream, shaking it as I returned to Sarah. I joined her on the counter; her legs remained spread and she was rubbing her clit. I took the lid off the can and slowly inserted the cold nozzle into her opening. I reached for a nipple and started rolling it between my fingers as I bent the nozzle forward and filled her pussy with the frosty foam. “Ohhhh, god” she murmured as she closed her eyes in anticipation of my next move. My cock was rock hard, and I entered her quickly. She moved her fingers from her clit and used her hands to raise herself up from the counter so she could firmly meet my thrusts. Feeling the cold, foam inside of her was amazing! I knew it wouldn’t take me long to cum. She was getting closer, too, because she was steadily holding herself up to me. I reached for her clit with my thumb. I . exerted steady pressure on it. I could read Sarah’s body. She was beginning her climax just as I started to cum. The sounds we made as we came were loud, long, and primitive. There was no doubt that we were sexually satisfied.
Sarah lowered her hips and smiled contentedly. She opened her eyes and blew me a kiss. I softened inside of her. “That felt fantastic,” she whispered. “You didn’t know what you were starting, did you young lady?” I chuckled. I told her I was REALLY going to enjoy licking her clean, but before I could start she said she wanted to lick me, too. I got into the “69” position with her and we both enjoyed the taste of whipped cream mixed with the liquids of our love. After we finished, we dove into the pool for a refreshing skinny dip!
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