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Vanilla Cream

By: Bacomicfan



When Cinda and I started emailing a year or so ago, I never thought we'd actually meet. I mean, there she was, this hot, sexy redhead with a body crying out to be fondled, and the most deliciously dirty mind I've ever encountered, and here I am an average (though imaginative, I admit) guy with only my lusty thoughts to propel me through life. If not for my erotic mind, I'd be just another average guy lumbering through life with looks that have never made a single head turn. So, who'd have thought that this ravishing redhead with the shaved pussy and a penchant for leaving her undies at home would ever even consider letting me anywhere close to that hairless treasure?

Well, I must have a truly generous guardian angel or I stepped in exactly the right guano at some point in my life, because here I am on my way to meeting the hottest babe this side of Sex and the City. I've had a hardon for the last seven hours just thinking about all the things we've talked about in our emails. If she's even one tenth as hot as she says she is, I'm literally a dead man. But it'll be a death most gladly welcomed.

Thank God we waited for summer, because even though I'm sure any kind of sex with Cinda would be intense no matter what the season, for fantasy's sake summer just works out much better. I wouldn't want that naked little hairless coochie to get all cold and uncomfortable until I could get there to warm it up.

So, here I find myself walking toward her favorite little coffee shop, The Coffee Nook (even the name sounds like "nookie"), sweating and trying to flatten out the bulge in my shorts. I'm nervous as hell, but my hormones are keeping me hard as titanium in spite of the fear. 

I turn the corner, and two buildings down on the right is the Nook, it's cute little patio area all bright with intimate tables and shading umbrellas. People are sitting around, sipping their favorite flavors of java and chatting away pleasantly. It's cute...pleasing. And then my heart stops, and my cock throbs. There she is. Seated way back in the corner, her red hair flowing down her shoulders, is the woman I've come to know as Sexy Cinda - The Shaved Goddess....or....I chuckle wickedly to myself....The Pantiless Princess.

She sits there nonchalantly sipping her coffee, her bare feet comfortably up on the chair opposite her, her high heeled "fuck me" slides nestled together under her chair. Her tight skirt shows a ton of thigh, and her low-cut blouse does the same for her ample cleavage. But what makes me stumble and propel myself awkwardly forward on rubbery legs is knowing what's under that tight skirt, and how I've already been given permission to introduce myself to it up close and personal. The two phrases are clanging around in my head like a pair of ringing Oriental gongs. "I don't wear panties," one says, swelling my confined manhood even more. And "I always keep my pussy shaved," screams the other, making that trapped cock howl in pain....and frustration.

Whereas Cinda has sent me a picture of herself, she's never seen one of me. She says looks aren't important when a guy is as sexy as me. Wow...I'm flattered. Hope I can live up to that billing. Anyway, I recognize her from her picture - and try not to slip in my own drool - but she doesn't recognize me....at first. But when she sees me looking at her as I approach, she looks at her watch. Right on time, her smile seems to say...and she knows it's me.

I'm just about hyperventilating when I walk up to the table. I know I must be blushing because my face feels warmer than the rest of my body.....well, except for one other place. I'm trying to find the words to say, and Cinda is patient. Then, my fevered brain remembers the fantasy.

"Hi," I say, "is this seat taken?" I point at the chair on which her feet are resting.

"Actually, yes," she replies, "as you can see my feet are on it."

"Well, I just thought a beautiful woman like yourself might like some stimulating...conversation."

"Tell you what," she says with a sly smile, "if you want to stimulate me, it'll take more than conversation to do it...though the conversation might get me started. There is one way I'll let you sit and talk with me, though."

"And what way is that?" I ask, my heart beating fast at what I know the response will be.

"You see those pretty feet on that chair? The ones with the gorgeous, painted toes?"

"Yes, I certainly do see them. Very nice, indeed."

"Well, you can sit there if you lift them up, put them on your lap, and rub them real nice for me while you sit there and give me some of that.....stimulating....conversation. Deal?"

I almost swallow my tongue whole as I say, "Deal."

"Good," she quips, "because if you want to sit with me you have no choice. It's rub or snub...your choice."

"I choose rub," I reply, and her smile makes me warm in all the right places.

"Well, then, sit.....and stimulate me."

I bend down and gently lift up her feet by the back of her calves just above her heels, slipping myself around the wicker arm of the chair and sitting down, my heart pounding and my brow beginning to sweat just a bit. As soon as I've seated myself, I lower her legs so that her feet nestle comfortably into my lap. I look into her lovely face and can't help but smile. I'm breathless to say the least. 

My eyes begin to explore her red locks, mischievous eyes and succulent lips. It's while I'm admiring her moist, smiling lips that those lips begin to move, and Cinda's sultry voice intrudes on my visual cataloguing of her many charms.

"I'm waiting," the sex kitten voice says.

I look up to her impish eyes and see them twinkling with playful mirth. She gives me a look that says she's impatient, and her eyes move their gaze from my eyes to my hands to her feet. When I look at her dumbly, she says, "My feet, hon....my foot rub...remember?"

My face flushes crimson and I fumble for words, the only gems my hormone-coated brain can come up with being, "Oh...yeah....sorry." I wince as I realize how lame that must have sounded.

I begin kneading the sole of one foot with firm, experienced thumbs, but am again interrupted by that arousing voice. "Oh, hang on one sec," it says, "I want to show you something."

Before the last syllable of the word "something" even completely passes her lips, Cinda's other foot shoots up from my lap, and I immediately find five naked little toes about three inches from my chin. The movement is so quick and unexpected that I jump back, thinking my chin is about to be kicked. When the suddenness of the act has worn off, and my eyes can focus on her now stationary foot, I'm able to see that Cinda is bending her toes downward, showing me the tops of them. 

"Sorry," she laughs, "didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to show you my toes...my toenails, actually. I wanted to show you that I painted them just for you. I remember you saying that burgundy was one of your favorite colors for nail polish, so I painted my toes burgundy just for you. You like?" She wiggles her toes under my chin for emphasis. I nearly drool on them.

"Uh........yeah," I try to sound cool, but I'm having trouble breathing, and my heart is pounding so hard I can't even hear my own words, "they look fantastic," I finally manage to expel from my overworking lungs. Without realizing I'm doing it, I grab that wiggling, close proximity foot by the heel and hold it in front of my face, continuing to admire the bright, shiny toes. I'm oblivious to everything else around me as I'm lost in the beauty of those playful digits. Only Cinda's giggle pulls me from my trance. I can feel the stupid grin on my face as I look up from her toes to her equally bright eyes.

"Well...seems you do like Cinda's pretty toes. I'll bet you're thinking, 'My...those are the most kissable toes I've ever seen,' ....right?"

I blush again as I reply, "Well, something like that...but a lot more explicit."

Cinda's mouth curls into a deliciously sly smile and she says, "All in good time, Smutty Mike. For now I'd like that soothing foot massage you promised."

Cinda's use of the online nickname I'd given myself many months ago, and which she's called me almost since the beginning, makes me smile. Ever since I began writing erotica years ago, I've come to think of myself in a humorous way as being "smutty", hence "Smutty Mike". It just seemed to fit. But when Cinda uses that name for me, I can almost hear the creaking as my pants stretch to accommodate my growing member.

Reluctantly, I lower her foot, my lips wanting to attack all five toes at once, my heart aching because that foot is moving away from my mouth, instead of toward it. Every neuron in my brain is screaming for me to change that direction at once, but that's not part of the immediate plan. As Cinda said, all in good time. When her foot is again occupying my lap, I return to massaging it's sister, which, I note with a sigh, has equally adorable toes.

As I'm kneading Cinda's soles and toes, and stroking her insteps and ankles, I slowly lose my embarrassed awkwardness. I become lost in the pleasure of finally touching Cinda - any part of her - and I find myself not only massaging her soft toes, but fondling them as well. She sips her coffee contentedly while my hands rub away the aches caused by her sexy, but somewhat painful, high heeled slides. Occasionally she sighs or compliments me on my foot rubbing prowess, but mostly she sits and smiles. She's enjoying herself, and I'm concentrating on making sure she continues to do so. Conversation consists mainly of small talk, and recounting fantasies we've told each other online, until my caressing of her feet begins to bring out the tease in her.

While my fingers are twisting, kneading and rotating the toes of her left foot, Cinda takes her right foot off my lap, bracing the sole on the front edge of my chair. Her leg now bent at the knee, she begins to slowly move it in a gentle arc from right to left, and then back again to the right. My fingers keep up their work on her left foot, but my eyes focus on her right knee as it swings pendulum like back and forth in front of me. Then, realizing what a dope I am, my eyes move from that hypnotizing knee upward. I know what Cinda's up to, finally, and I decide it's time to stop being a dunce and enjoy it as much as she is.

Cinda's bent leg, combined with her extremely short skirt, leads to an unveiling. As my eyes wander up her sizzling thigh, that white hot phrase once again engraves itself onto my poor, horny psyche. "I don't wear panties," sears again and again into what working gray matter I still have. Up...up...up my eyes travel, and then there it is. My heart skips way too many beats as even my eyes begin to sweat. And then those sweating eyeballs feast. They devour Cinda's shaved treasure. I don't notice Cinda has stopped the movement of her leg, halting its pendulum motion at the end of its outward swing....leaving her leg spread wide, affording me the best possible view of her smooth, beautiful, awe-inspiring flower. There's a hitch in my breathing as my lungs try to compensate for the sudden surge of adrenaline, brought on by the release of large amounts of testosterone.

My fingers are apparently on autopilot, because there is no way my mind can be guiding them. It's completely focused on the hottest, juiciest, most erection-inducing pussy I've ever seen. The smooth, silky skin of her mound perfectly highlights the pink, moist lips and the beckoning slit between them. My cock is yelling at me to rip off my pants and throw Cinda to the ground and fuck her senseless. My tongue is arguing that it would be much more fun to see if I could lick inside that pussy all the way up to her navel. I think both my cock and my tongue have perfectly valid arguments, and for the life of me I can't possibly decide which I want to do first. In the end, all I can do is stare, lick my lips, and groan at the pain in my crotch.

Cinda deliberately lets me enjoy the sight of her incredible pussy. She even slides forward in her chair several inches to give me a still better view. When she does I gasp, and once again nearly choke on my tongue. Only when she thinks someone else might be looking, or when a waiter or waitress wanders by, does Cinda close her legs. Aside from those thankfully few and far between interruptions, she thoroughly enjoys watching me stare up her skirt. And I know she's enjoying it, because her impressive sex is beginning to glisten like a rose covered in early morning dew. 

Suddenly, Cinda's leg hides the view and her right foot once again plops into my lap. I almost cry at the loss of such an inspiring sight. And I surely would have whimpered if not for the untimely appearance of a waitress, brandishing a pen and notepad. I have trouble focusing on her, and my mind can't quite sort out the words coming from her lips. I stare at her like a moron. Even through my confusion, I can hear Cinda laughing, though in a distant, hazy background.

"Would you like some coffee, sir? Or maybe something else?" the dutiful waitress asks.

Oh, yes, I think.....I definitely want something else.....something wet and pink and tasty, and located between Cinda's devilish thighs. But, once I'm able to clear my throat and speak clearly, my mouth says instead, "Yes, actually, a coffee will be fine, thanks." But, Cinda leans forward in her chair, placing her hand on top of mine and staring into my eyes.

"We really don't have time, honey," she says, "we have to get going. There's a lot we have to do today. There's so much more I want you to see." The way she emphasized the word "more" made my crotch throb.

"So, that's a no, then?" the waitress asks.

"Yes," I say, forcing my lungs to push the air out of my mouth, "that's a no. But, thank you."

The waitress nods and ambles off, to continue her scurrying from table to table.

Cinda is still sitting forward in her chair, and has removed her legs from my lap. Her eyes are still burrowing into mine. They glint of pure sex...and it's all I can do not to dance with glee right there in front of everyone at The Coffee Nook. But I contain myself, and try feebly to think of all the hot things Cinda and I have talked about over the last year or so. While my body tingles with anticipation, my mind prepares itself for my imminent demise...for surely this sexual escapade is going to kill me.

Cinda begins to stand up, but then looks down at her shoes. She frowns, then looks at me and smiles.

"Mikey, would you please put my shoes on my pretty, dainty feet for me?" She bats her eyes at me and it's all I can do not to laugh out loud. Such a ham...but I'll gladly take the ham with such a delightfully erotic tease.

Saying nothing, but smiling from ear to ear, I bend down to get her shoes. As I prepare to put her first "fuck me" slide back onto her burgundy-painted foot, she moves her foot quickly and pushes her toes into my face, pressing them against my lips.

"Kiss," she says, "kiss my sexy toes. The first of many kisses from you," she teases.

I look around quickly to see if anyone's watching...but then I don't care if they are, and I kiss her toes boldly and adoringly, nuzzling my mustache into them. She wiggles her toes and giggles.

"Now the others," she says, immediately pressing five new toes into my mustache.

I laugh, but I kiss these new toes just as eagerly and just as openly. Now my cock is harder than ever, and I want to kiss my way up Cinda's sexy legs all the way to her bald, sweet pussy...and lick it for hours.

"Okay, you've passed your initiation," she chuckles, "so let's go somewhere more private. I have some nice things planned for you, smut boy...for us. Hot, dirty things. You'll be kissing much more than my toes, you can bet on that."

She lets me slip her shoes on for her, and I stand up. We look into each others eyes and know that something special is about to happen. We kiss, and she presses her chest against mine. I can feel her taut nipples through the material of her blouse. She leans closer and whispers to me, "I hope your tongue and dick are in good working order. I'm going to put them both to the test."

I take up the challenge, replying, "Bring it on...I'm going to wear out that gorgeous pussy of yours, and every other part of you."

She strokes under my chin with her index finger and smiles up at me, "We'll see.....we'll see."

Taking my hand in hers, she turns, guiding us out of The Coffee Nook's patio. As we walk away from our meeting place, I can't help but look down at her ass as she walks ahead of me. It's gorgeous...nicely rounded, bouncing along hypnotically as she walks. The kind of ass you want to grab and squeeze...and bite and kiss. My already straining penis grows harder still.....and I'm having a lot of trouble walking. I groan and sigh as Cinda pulls me along behind her, those glorious globes pounding their beat into my skull.

"Um....Cinda?" I ask, each of my eyeballs focused on a bouncing cheek, "Just exactly where is it we're going?"

"Well, sweet, sexy Mikey...I'm way too horny to even try to take you back to my place...and I knew I would be...so, I'm taking you to a nice little hotel I know. Nothing fancy, but clean and private. And when we get there, I have a surprise or two for you. You see, I booked the place several days ago, and I went there early this morning to get it ready for you....or rather, us. I'll drive you there, and then, after I've had my way with you, I'll bring you back to the Nook. Is that all okay with you?" No reply is given or expected. Cinda's plan is Cinda's plan...and that's all there is to it. I'd be certifiable to object to a single syllable of it anyway.

She says every word of it without even turning back to look at me. It seems sexy Cinda is in a hurry to play....and I wouldn't have it any other way. God, watching her hurry along in those fuck me slides with my eyes fondling her ass has me ready to cream in my pants. I hope this hotel is nearby.

Cinda drags me around yet another corner and rushes up to a car, which she opens without even letting go of my hand. Where she pulled the keys from I'll never know. I'm shoved into the passenger seat so fast that I didn't even see the make of the car. But, then, I confess my eyes have been occupied elsewhere anyway. I feel almost like a captive, the way I'm thrust into Cinda's car so abruptly. Apparently, Cinda's at least as horny as I am. And that makes me even hornier. If I survive today it'll be a miracle. And if I don't, I fully intend to take Cinda with me. Hmm....death by fornication....what a delicious thought.

Cinda is in the car in a flash, turning the key in the ignition and sliding her seat belt around her waist so fast I can't focus on either act. When the car purrs to life, she looks over at me and flashes a grin that has my cock throbbing double time. My eyes scan downward from that hedonistic smile to the heaving cleavage not too far beneath it. Cinda sees this and shakes her upper body back and forth, and leans toward me, to let me get an eyeful of her obviously braless chest. She smiles when I sigh and squirm.

Cinda pulls into traffic and I stare at every inch of her. I can't believe how lucky I am that this unbelievably erotic woman wants to have hot, sweaty sex with me....and not only that, but she wants to try all the things we've talked about in our emails. I realize that if we do even half of them, my cock and tongue will both have to be splinted before the day is through.

As I watch Cinda's breasts straining against her blouse, the nipples telling me quite plainly where they are, and I ogle the large expanse of uncovered thighs from knees almost to her hairless pussy, I grit my teeth with the strain of not jumping her right there in the car. It gets to be too much for me, and I slide toward her as far as I can on my seat. I lean over and reach out a groping hand. The needy fingers cup her right breast and fondle it ever so gently. I'm smiling like an idiot when she grins over at me.


Vanilla Cream



Julie knocked on the door as if not wanting to break it. This was somewhat pointless as she was the only person left in the donut shop. She and the person on the other side of the door, that is.

“Come on in,” the person’s voice rang out.

Julie opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her. The click of the lock as she depressed it in the doorknob seemed deafening to her in the otherwise quiet office. Jim Thornton looked up from the paperwork on his desk.

He gazed at Julie, who was dressed in a buttoned white shirt and schoolgirl-like short plaid skirt, holding a donut bag. She was nineteen, with a faultless body and thick, layered brunette hair that didn’t quite make it to her shoulders.

“Hi, Julie,” Jim said. The thirty-year-old manager of the shop put down his pen and smiled.

“Hi. Sorry if I interrupted anything,” she said shyly.

“Of course not,” Jim assured her. “Have a seat.”

The manager’s small office consisted of a couch, two chairs, a desk and filing cabinets. Jim watched Julie walk towards him, her skirt shifting back and forth. She sat in the chair in front of Jim’s desk, crossing her long legs and letting the skirt ride far up her thighs. She placed the bag on the floor next to her.

“What’s up?” the manager asked her.

Julie hesitated, taking in a deep breath and slowly running the fingers of one hand over her top leg, from the bottom of her skirt to her knee.

“I’m thinking of moving out of the dorm into an apartment,” she said. She was a Junior at a local college, working her way through school with various jobs at places whose hours didn’t interfere with her classes.

“Great,” Jim said enthusiastically, then paused. “And you need more money.”

Julie looked at him sheepishly, before a serious look crept over her face.

“I can’t believe how much they want for rent. And the down payment is…,” she began to say.

“I know,” Jim interrupted.

He looked at her for a moment. She had worked for him for almost a year, asking one other time for a raise. In that instance, she had used her body to “influence” his decision. He had privately hoped for another request from her ever since.

Jim looked at the donut bag next to her.

“Are you taking home a snack?” he asked.

Julie’s eyes fell to the bag and back to her boss.

“No. It’s for you…us,” she replied.

Jim needed no explanation. She had brought a bag with her last time, also. This time he knew what to do. He stood and walked around the desk, moving behind Julie’s chair. She watched his athletic body until it disappeared behind her. A shiver went down her spine in anticipation.

“So, you brought me a donut,” Jim said softly. “And you’d like to share.”

Julie nodded silently.

Jim looked down at the young girl, her shirt unbuttoned at the top and her tanned legs extending from under her flared skirt. Her hands clung nervously to the ends of the arms on the chair.

Jim put his hand on the girl’s hair and grazed his fingers across it down to her neck. He felt the warm skin under her shirt collar, then moved his hand to the front of her neck before dropping it to the top button. In one agile move, the button was undone; followed by the next.

The top of her breasts came into view, enclosed in a thin black bra. His fingers slid across the smooth skin of her left breast, then returned to the next button. Using both hands, he reached around her neck and opened each button until he reached the top of her skirt. Jim pulled the shirt out of her skirt and opened the last button.

Julie’s shirt fell open enough for Jim to view most of each breast from above. He watched them rise and fall as she breathed.

A center hook in the front held her bra together. No coincidence, Jim thought to himself. He reached down and unhooked the bra, letting the two halves lay loosely on the ends of her breasts. Julie continued to sit motionless, looking at Jim’s hands or straight ahead. She knew things were about to change quickly.

Jim put his hands on the top of her breasts and let them drift down until his fingers pushed the bra off. He cupped the bare breasts in his hands, holding them gently for a moment. Eventually, he put Julie’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tenderly pinched them.

The young girl sighed audibly. Jim felt his cock harden within the confines of his pants as he manipulated the nipples. They hardened under his touch and Julie felt a familiar twinge travel through her stomach to her pussy.

Jim wrapped his hands around her breasts, which more than filled his grasp. He lifted them and watched as they settled back down within his palms.

He walked around the chair and stood between the desk and Julie, gazing at her briefly.

“Stand up and take off your shirt,” he told her in a calm voice.

Julie uncrossed her legs and stood just inches in front of her boss. She lifted the shirt over her shoulders and let it fall onto the chair. Without pausing, she did the same with her bra.

Jim put his hands on the outside of Julie’s thighs and raised his hands until they disappeared under her little skirt. Julie felt the hands rise over the outside of her panties and onto her ass. Then Jim moved his hands back to her waist and grasped the waistband of the panties. Slowly, he pulled them down, kneeling as they passed her knees and over her feet. He placed the black panties on the chair and took off her shoes.

After standing back up, he looked at her skirt and said, “Take it off.”

Julie unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it and kicking it aside. Jim admired her little waist, the full hips and thighs, the long legs and small feet. His eyes rose back up to her pussy, and the small, thin patch of dark hair above the clit.

Julie felt extraordinarily sexy at that moment, the wetness between her legs increasing by the second. He wanted the man in front of her naked and she knew it was inevitable.

“Take off my clothes,” he told her. She had to deliberately slow down her movements so as not to reveal her desire. Yet, Julie didn’t delay in pulling Jim’s shirt over his head, revealing a well built, if not overly muscular, upper body. She glanced down and unfastened his belt, with Jim’s eyes alternating between her breasts and hands. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down until they fell on their own to his calves.

Julie knelt down and pulled off his shoes and socks before tugging his pants over his feet and throwing them aside. She looked straight ahead at the ever-growing bulge in his boxers, then seized the waistband and pulled them down. Jim’s sizable cock was only semi-erect, but Julie felt a wave of excitement flow over her as she removed the shorts.

She stood back up and faced her boss. To Julie’s relief, he made the first move by putting his arms around her and pulling her into him. He kissed her passionately, pressing his cock against her body and moving his hands down to her ass. Jim squeezed her soft cheeks as their tongues met between their lips.

Julie felt herself grinding her pussy against his body, not sure if she was more intent on satisfying herself or Jim. Their kiss continued as she wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it throb. The cock was beginning to point upwards now and the girl pumped her hand repeatedly up and down the shaft.

When the kiss ended, Jim looked at Julie and said, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” she smiled.

They moved toward the couch, Jim grabbing the donut bag along the way. He found time to watch Julie’s small, round ass bounce with her steps before she lay on the couch, her head on a small pillow at one end.

Jim reached inside the bag and pulled out a donut and a small plastic knife.

“Ah, vanilla cream. My favorite,” he said. “Would you like to share?”

“I’d love to,” Julie replied.

Jim knelt down and placed the chocolate covered donut on the girl’s flat stomach, carefully cutting it in half with the knife. Chills ran through Julie’s body as the knife barely grazed her skin. Jim watched her twitch as the knife blade reappeared from inside the thick donut, then he placed the knife and one half of the donut on top of the bag on the floor.

He lifted the donut from her belly and turned the cream filled center towards her. Methodically, he lowered it until the nipple of her right breast was directly under the cream. With a long, smooth stroke, he brushed a layer of the vanilla cream over the end of her breast.

Julie closed her eyes as the cool filling covered her nipple and surrounding skin, sending ripples through her body to her stomach and pussy. Jim moved the donut slightly to one side and repeated the process, adding a second ribbon of cream adjacent to the first. Finally, he turned the donut over and rubbed the chocolate covering over the very tip of her rigid nipple.

Jim placed the donut on the bag and looked up at Julie. She was watching intently, anticipating his next move and silently begging him to devour her.

Jim moved his head over her breast and flicked his tongue across her nipple, tasting the sweet chocolate. Julie nearly moaned out loud, but caught herself and watched as her boss’ tongue lengthened its path to include an inch above and below the nipple. He swallowed once before returning to the breast, this time opening his mouth wide and putting as much of the girl’s full, round breast into it as possible.

His tongue scraped around the nipple several times before his lips closed around the pink flesh and sucked. This time Julie couldn’t hold herself back.

“Oh, God,” she whispered.

Jim lifted his head and licked the cream off his lips. When his mouth once again landed on Julie’s breast, his hand was pushing the breast upward and he hungrily licked the remainder of the vanilla cream from her skin. Always, he returned to the nipple.

Julie arched her back, pushing the breast higher. She felt the wetness between her legs increase with each pass of his tongue over her nipple and she was sure he could make her cum if he kept it up.

He reached down for the donut again, this time spreading the white filling and chocolate over her left breast in greater quantity. The cream covered nearly two-thirds of the breast, leaving Jim with a nearly hollow half a donut in his hand. After putting the donut back on the bag, he leaned across Julie’s body and proceeded to meticulously expose her breast one lick at a time.

The girl moved her hand to the top of Jim’s head and pressed it harder against her breast. His hand, meanwhile, moved from her hip to between her legs, momentarily stroking the clit buried under a neatly cut patch of dark brown hair.

“Oh, Jesus,” she said softly. “That feels so good.”

With only a small amount of vanilla cream remaining on her breast, Jim climbed onto the couch, placing his legs between hers. His cock was fully erect now, pointing up at a sharp angle. He leaned forward and placed the cock on the cream covered breast, shifting it back and forth until it had a small coating of the white filling. Julie used her hand to direct the cock to areas with more cream. Soon, it was white from tip to base.

Julie watched as Jim slid forward and brought the cock to her lips. Eagerly, she opened her mouth and accepted the treat. The sugary taste of the cream almost made her forget the love she had for the flavor of a warm, hard cock. Her tongue worked all sides of the shaft while Jim slid it in and out of her mouth, causing him to moan with pleasure.

“Ummmm, Julie. Suck me. Lick me,” Jim said. “Yes, yessss. Like that.”

It took a few minutes for the girl to remove the last of the cream from the cock; sucking, licking and swallowing as fast as she could. When she was done, Jim was harder than he’d ever been and near climaxing.

“Fuck me, Jim,” Julie exclaimed loudly. “I want you in me. Please.”

As her boss moved down the couch, Julie spread her legs and lifted her knees. By the time he had his cock at the entrance to her pussy, her hand was in position ready to guide him into her. Even she was surprised at how ready she was for him. As soon as the head of the engorged cock found the opening, Jim was able to lower himself until their thighs met in a soft slap. “God, yes. Fuck me,” Julie said.

Jim took no time in complying with her demands. He lifted her by the ass and began sliding his cock in and out, feeling her constrict her vagina periodically. Julie raised her legs and gently wrapped them around Jim’s waist, allowing him to raise her even higher.

Julie’s breasts swayed up and down rhythmically. She pinched the nipples occasionally, sending what felt like electric currents straight to her pussy. Meanwhile, Jim repositioned himself so a free hand could massage her clit. He found the inflated nub easily and rubbed it.

The girl’s head began swinging back and forth and she mumbled, “Fuck. Fuck. Yes, there. There!”

Jim rubbed harder and he felt her body tense. Her legs squeezed him tight and she shouted, “Ahhhh. Oh, God. Now.”

Her orgasm began with another muffled groan and her hips jerked upward to meet his downward thrusts. For at least thirty seconds Jim penetrated her over and over again, while she groaned and called out for him to fuck her. Jim wanted the feel of her tight pussy around his cock and her writhing body below him to last forever. He hung on to her ass as she slowly began to settle back onto the couch.

Now able to concentrate on his own body, Jim felt the first rush of cum rise from his balls. Julie sensed the approaching orgasm and urged him on.

“That’s it. Come on. Cum in my cunt.”

Jim’s cock exploded in a flood of cum that Julie felt filling her insides. The warm fluid shot out in several spurts, each one accompanied by a loud groan. Jim grabbed Julie by the underside of the shoulders and pulled her body into his. When he was nearly finished and lay still with his cock deep inside her, Julie squeezed her pussy tightly together.

“Ahhh, fuck. Stop,” Jim muttered, nearly out of breath and half laughing.

He jerked one last time and fell out of her, limp and totally spent. He lay in her arms, his head on her breast and her legs still wrapped around his waist.

“All you had to do was ask,” Jim said softly, his finger tracing the outline of her nipple.

“I was hungry,” she said.



Vanilla Cream Ch. 02



Vanilla Cream 2 : Pumps to Humps - part 1

There's nothing like a big car. Roomy, sturdy, safe, and lots of power. I've always wanted a Cadillac, so when I started making some substantial cash by selling off my comic book and magazine collection, and by selling a few stories to publishers, I decided to treat myself. I spoiled myself rotten with a gorgeous black Caddy DeVille...a 4.6 Liter, 275 HP, V-8 monster of a machine that would leave all the young studs in their hot cars floundering in my dust. Ah, pampering oneself can be so decadently satisfying.

I bought my "Betsy" about a month after my first meeting with the delectable Cinda. I toyed with the idea of naming my new baby "Cinda" in honor of the hottest woman I'd ever known, because it purred like her, it was powerful and sexy like her, and especially because the idea of spending hours every day inside her made me smile and sweat. But somehow, I didn't think Cinda would appreciate being associated with a big, black, shiny gas-gulping automobile. So..."Betsy" it was...in honor of the sexy Bettie Page, the 50's hottest glamour girl, bar none.

But the day I picked up my shiny new toy, though a joyous one indeed, paled in comparison to another incredible day not more than a week later. I had gone to the Winding Hills Mall early that morning, hoping to get there as soon as the shops opened. It was a Monday morning, and I knew if I could get there early enough I could beat what few shoppers might be wandering about that early on the first day of the work week. At least I hoped so. And by doing so, I could pick up what I wanted to buy and escape before the hard core shoppers arrived with their furrowed brows and glistening fangs. Can you tell I'm not one for shopping?

But this particular item I just HAD to get. It was a gift for the lovely Cinda. Having known her for just over five weeks, I had gotten to know her tastes and preferences, especially in the line of clothing. And more specifically still...her taste in footwear. She's a shoe hound, all right. In fact, I've often told her that she's a cross between two of the characters on the HBO show, Sex and the City...the sultry, lusty Samantha and Carrie, the undisputed queen of sexy footwear. And THAT, my friends, is one helluva combination. 

So, riding in my new baby, I got to the mall not five minutes after it opened. I made a beeline for my destination, ran inside the store, found what I was looking for - with the help of the half asleep sales person - and made good my getaway just as the first zombielike shoppers stumbled in. I was so happy with my coup that I just about chortled with demented glee. My gift for Cinda I placed on the floor just behind the passenger side front seat. As an afterthought, I wrapped it in my light spring jacket that I found on the back seat, I suppose to protect it from any possible damage...even though it wasn't the type of item that would break, and my "Betsy" drove smooth as silk at even the most hair-raising speeds. I slid myself into the Caddy's sleek interior and drove off....safe and unscathed. I was beside myself. I couldn't wait for Cinda to see what I'd gotten her. Knowing her as I do, I just knew the gift would make her eyes sparkle with delight. And I live for that sparkle.

I hadn't driven along I-77 for more than twenty minutes when my cell phone rang. Just hearing Cinda's voice made me start to sweat. I pulled over to the shoulder of the highway...not only to be responsible and not drive while on the phone, but also because I knew that if Cinda started flirting or talking sexy, I'd more than likely lose control and drive through several guardrails, over hill and dale, and into one of the many small ponds dotting the area. And I just couldn't do that to "Betsy". 

As I sat and talked to the sexiest woman on the planet, I hoped that the local law enforcement boys weren't around to see me pulled over. When you talk to Cinda - in any way, shape or form - you do NOT want to be interrupted.

"Hi, Mikey...how's my favorite smut writer today?" came the voice that swelled my loins.

"Mmmmm....hot for you, as always, sexy Cinda," I replied, feeling an itch between my legs.

"Well, then," her voice got that sultry tone, "how would you like to help me with something today?"

"Anytime, you know that," I replied, squirming in my seat. I know what I WANTED to help her with. I grinned at the thought.

"Wonderful...then how about helping me shop for some sexy shoes?"

Shopping? Oh, no....why that? I'd just escaped the mall. I considered myself fortunate to still be alive. I just wanted to cruise around in my shiny black engine and feel the wind in my hair. "Uh...well....Cinda, honey, I'd love to, but you know I wouldn't be much help. You could probably shoe shop much faster without me."

"Oh, yes, true, Mikey. It would be much faster, no doubt, but not nearly as much fun." I could feel her sultry, mischievous wink right through the phone.

Now, I know what Cinda means by "fun"...and it made me squirm again. My hand shook as I tried to steady the phone to my ear. It's not easy to hold a cell phone when you're shaking and sweating like I was. "Um...fun?" I asked, the rest of my body beginning to form sweat droplets right along with my hand.

"Of course, Smutty. You know how much fun I can make even the simplest of things. I've missed you, honey, and I want to play with you." The word "play" coming from Cinda's lips made my organ twitch and take notice.

"Oh," I said, thinking I might get to recover my senses, "I thought you said you wanted me to help you shop for shoes."

"I did, hon. Trust me, I can make shoe shopping fun. Don't I make EVERYTHING fun?"

Readjusting the crotch of my pants to give my growing member more room, I said, "Yes, you sure do, Cinda. I'll give you that."

"Well, then," she cooed, "come meet me at the shoe store and help me buy shoes. I know you men hate to shop, but....Mikey.....?"

"Yes?" I sighed.

"I'll make it worth your while. You know I will."

My mouth went dry. My drooling brain was immediately happy that it had made the decision to pull over when it had...or "Betsy" and myself would now more than likely be wading fender deep in a lovely, picturesque pond.

"I'm convinced," I sighed again. "Where are you headed? What shoe store?"

"Well, I'm already there, actually. Broughton's...the big shoe store at Winding Hills. It's kind of my House of Worship," she giggled. "All I need is my smutty Mikey to come help me try on some slinky shoes."

I laughed. Winding Hills. Guess I hadn't escaped it, after all. Oh, well, being with Cinda was worth risking life and limb amid pushing and shoving shoppers. I looked at my watch. It was still early. Maybe, if I was lucky, we could shoe shop quick and I could still escape the denizens of Winding Hills. And then...."fun" time with Cinda. Yum. I was sold. I would brave it. I would risk my life for Cinda's pretty feet...and any other part of her I could get my greedy hands on.

"All right," I laughed, "I'll meet you in front of Broughton's. Give me about twenty minutes or so."

"You're a dear, Mikey," she said, and each word seemed to lick my ear long and slow. "Oh, and Mikey?"

"Yes, sexy?"

"I'm wearing a really skimpy cream colored halter top, and light brown stretch pants that have a very faint tiger stripe design on them. You should see how the top shows off my nipples. They just poke right out at you. And the pants...well, let's just say that I looked at my fanny in the mirror before I left the house...and they're so tight that if you look quick you could swear my ass was naked. If I bent over I'll bet your eyes could follow my crack right to the promised land." She laughed, knowing what that would do to me. She added almost flippantly, "I'm not wearing panties, either, so you can imagine what OTHER things can be clearly seen through pants as tight as these." Another evil laugh. She knew she had me. The barbed hook was firmly latched onto my cheek, and all she had to do was reel me in. And for the record, I never resist when Cinda reels.

"Oh, Cinda...you are soooooo cruel." I had to adjust my position on the seat again before the escalating pain in my crotch subsided a bit.

"Oh," she laughed, as if not hearing me, "one more thing. I'm wearing strappy, backless, open-toed, high heel fuck me pumps that really show off my burgundy toes. You remember, don't you? The same burgundy color I had you paint on my toenails last week? You DO remember THAT night, don't you, sweetie?"

My rod immediately wanted out of my pants...and into Cinda. I could swear I heard my penis groaning. Grimacing with frustration, I replied that I indeed remember that more than memorable night. I could never forget it. Even insanity or dementia couldn't erase that much ecstasy from my brain cells. I smiled at those sweat-inducing memories, and the hardness between my legs was begging me to meet Cinda and make new memories.

"Mikey...you're so quiet. You okay?" I knew she was smirking, could feel it in every pore of my body. Oh, she was just having so much fun. But what could I do? This was Cinda. And the promise of being with her was worth any amount of teasing. Even my kneecaps were turned on. There wasn't a single part of me that wasn't leering with drooling lust and eager to head right back to the mall.

"I'm still here," I said, trying to remain coherent. "I was just remembering that night. I'll be right there, hon. Whatever you do....DON'T start without me."

"Never," she said, and blew a kiss through the phone.

I squealed Betsy's tires pulling back onto the highway. After driving for less than five minutes, I made an illegal U-turn and took I-77 right back to the mall. I was sweating profusely and my pants were tighter than I'd ever felt them before...but only in the crotch area. I had to think about advanced calculus and European history (neither of which I know much about, so I made stuff up that helped keep my mind off Cinda) in order to drive with any kind of skill and get the swelling between my legs to abate somewhat. I made it back to the mall in almost exactly twenty minutes.

Both heads were throbbing as I pulled into the Winding Hills Mall. Even with my hormones raging and trying to ban rational thought from my brain, I was still able to think almost normally. I drove around the mall to the East entrance - where the outside door to Broughton's is located - and parked way in the rear of the parking area....ever mindful of damage to "Betsy" from inconsiderate shoppers parking too close to her and dinging her pristine finish with their car doors or the packages they were carrying. Broughton's seemed to be light years away, but I got out of my baby and took the long trek with a bounce in my step. I might not enjoy shopping overmuch, but I knew damn well that shopping with Cinda would NOT be your ordinary day at the mall. Besides, the idea of watching Cinda try on shoes in tight pants and a halter top with her nipples winking at me and her behind ever so tempting to grope and fondle...well, there was no way I was going to miss that. Hell...for that, I'd come back from the grave!

About halfway to Broughton's, I saw the Sexy One standing outside the store. I'd learned long ago that this was her favorite shoe store. All I've ever known about shoes was what I like to wear, and what I like to see women wear. Beyond that, nothing. But since I've known Cinda, I've come to know that Broughton's is by far her favorite shoe store. According to her, they have absolutely every style and brand name...which is why she spends a good portion of her time and income in this one place. She was exactly right to call it her House of Worship. Without a doubt, to her it was the altar of the mighty Goddess of Shoes, of whom she is a devout follower. As I approached her standing there, my eyes feasted on every inch of her. God, what a sight.

Finally reaching the entrance to Broughton's, I saw her beaming face. But when I got up to her, she got a bemused look on her face. "Where did you park?" she asked, "Neptune?"

I laughed. "'Well, you know....new car and all. I'm still a little paranoid about dings and such."

"A little?" she sighed, shaking her head. "Ahhh...that's right...your new car. Your shiny black lover...'Betsy'. I'll bet you parked in the very last row of the parking lot, right? Hmm...should I be jealous?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Never, Cinda...NOTHING and NO ONE can top you in my heart...or other places."

She smiled broadly and crooked her arm through mine. "Well, then, now that that's settled, let's go inside. You have work to do." 

As I held the door open for her to go through ahead of me, I asked, "Work? Hey, I thought I was just helping out here."

She stopped short, causing me to walk into her. She held her ground, grinning. "Oh, did I say that? Sweetie, I didn't mean to mislead you...well, not too much...but what I want you to do is help me try on shoes...LOTS of shoes. You're going to be quite the busy little smut-boy."

"Um...I thought I was just here to watch, maybe give opinions on how sexy certain shoes look on you."

"Oh, no, no, no, silly man. You're going to be right there helping me try on pair after pair of shoes." She came up close to me, backing me right up against the entranceway door. She unhooked her arm from mine and lifted both her arms up to encircle my neck. She nuzzled her face against mine, sighing softly. Kissing my face gently, she slowly lowered her hands until they had found my buttocks. Squeezing them, and kissing my lips lightly, she purred, "You're going to assist me in putting my sexy painted toes into and out of the hottest shoes ever, all morning. You're going to take part in it. And, of course, I will need to have your opinions on which ones you like best on me." When she saw my face flush, she renewed her digital assault on my ass and added, "And you do know that I'll be teasing you mercilessly the entire time. But...if my smutty Mikey is a good boy, and does all his sexy Cinda asks of him...well...Cinda will have such wonderful rewards for him. Hmmmm...would you like that, Mikey? Are you willing to help Cinda with her pretty feet and shoes if she gives you a nice...satisfying...reward?" After finishing that sentence, she shoved her tongue so far down my throat that I though I'd swallow it. That, plus her hips and groin rubbing firmly against mine...had my legs wobbly. Dumbly, I nodded. Sure of herself, she then whirled around and dragged me along behind her. 

We marched to the center of the store, the single-minded Cinda stopping at what appeared to be some sort of shoe store "main intersection". From this "intersection" you had your choice of casual shoes to the left, sports wear straight ahead, or dress shoes to the right. Without hesitation, my grinning captor steered me to the right, pulling me along behind her like a child she refused to allow to dawdle. The further along this path we walked, the more expensive - and sexy - the footwear became. No wonder Cinda knew this section so well. It suited her to a tee.

Pointing to a row of seats, she smiled at me and said, "Sit. I'll be back in a second."

Cinda had a definite agenda. She saw a diminutive, bespectacled man milling about the rows and shelves of shoes and knew him at once. I guess I wasn't shocked when the man, apparently the manager, knew her by name. It was obvious that she was a steady customer there, because the little, dark suited man rushed over to her, taking her hand and fawning all over her. She smiled and flirted. She does that with everyone. And she's so damn good at it.

In his attempt to cajole Cinda into buying lots of expensive shoes, the little man puffed out his chest, flirted back to the best of his ability, and flattered her shamelessly. I heard him say something about being shorthanded due to a sick call, but that if he had to, he'd take care of her personally, see to her every need. Yeah...I bet he would. Funny...I'd seen him before, and he never made that offer to me. Cinda pleasantly waved him off, saying that she knew exactly what she wanted and could take care of herself this time. He was taken aback, but seemed a tiny bit relieved. Guess managers don't like to work too hard, even if it is to help a hottie like Cin. Personally, I thought he had to be gay not to want to help Cinda...under ANY circumstances...sick call or no sick call. At one point in the conversation, I heard Cinda call him Randy, and I could finally put a name with the face I'd seen earlier.

She handed him a piece of paper. It was a list of the shoes she wanted to try on. Her shoe size was at the top of the list, and below it were some dozen or so designer styles she wanted to see. She told the excited little man that if he could be a dear and get those shoes for her, she could do the rest by herself. In fact, she told him matter-of-factly...she PREFERRED it that way. He seemed unaffected by the edict, probably because with a sick call he actually had to do some of the menial work himself, so Cinda taking care of herself was a small favor from above.

While all of this was going on, Cinda's back was to me. I took the opportunity to gaze longingly at her bottom. She was absolutely correct about the effect the tight pants had on her succulent rump. Those pants gave the phrase "lift and separate" a whole new meaning. Her ass was incredible! If I squinted my eyes just a tiny bit so that the tiger stripe design disappeared, I could swear her backside was as bare and beautiful as I'd ever seen it. My penis swelled and hardened in a nanosecond. I couldn't wait for my "reward." Oh, yeah, Randy had to be gay, or insane, not to insist on helping her try on shoes. But, hey...his loss is my gain.

After maybe ten minutes or so (during which time my eyes never left Cinda's ass), ol' Randy returned from whatever black hole he'd disappeared into, with an armful of boxes. The stack was so high that he had to look around the side of it to see where he was walking. With a great release of air from his lungs, he deposited his cargo onto one of the many chairs littering this great shoe Heaven.

"There," he said, wiping his brow but trying to appear as if the effort had been nothing at all. "All the ones you asked for. I hope you'll find something to your liking."

"I'm sure I will," Cinda said, then waited for him to shuffle off. When he did, Cinda looked around. It was still early. Very few shoppers were in the store. She looked back at me. She nodded for me to come over to her. I did. When I got next to her, she said, "Follow me with those boxes, sweetie. There's a section of seats a little more out of the way where you can help me try on shoes without prying eyes around. Come on." She kissed me hard on the mouth, sucking on my lips. "It's time for you to help your sexy lady try on some sizzlin hot shoes."

I watched Cinda's incredible ass wiggle as she led me to another section of the store. My eyes bounced in their sockets in time to her sexy cheeks rising and falling as she sashayed along hypnotically. God, what a sight. I was so hard I would've been happy to toss aside the shoe boxes, drop to my knees and put my arms around Cinda's upper thighs, kissing her sweet bottom like a lovesick pup. Having tasted that tush before, I knew it would've been worth any embarrassment that would've entailed.

I was so busy fantasizing about my lips on those cheeks, that when Cinda stopped ahead of me, I once again blundered into her. I nearly lost the top two boxes as they slid to one side, but I managed to recover and hold them fast. My sexy lady knew in an instant what must've happened. She stood there, hands on hips, while I recaptured the boxes. "Oh, Mikey was naughty, wasn't he? He was staring at Cinda's fanny again, wasn't he? Naughty boy." She grinned and winked. Oh, how she loves to tease.




Vanilla Cream Ch. 02



Although I was flushed a faint crimson, it wasn't from embarrassment at being caught ogling Cinda's butt. No, it was rather the effect that ogling had on my libido. Unfortunately, my hardened penis didn't get a break when she turned around, either. What she'd told me on the phone about her nipples being so obvious in her halter top was all too true. My poor eyes went from caressing her bobbing buttocks to focusing fixedly on her nipples and cleavage. From one pair of round globes to another. I nearly had to bend over to lessen the pressure on my crotch. Cinda merely grinned that much wider.

"We're here, naughty boy. I'll sit right here and you'll be my shoe boy, okay?" she said, matter-of-factly, as if it had been undebatably decided already. She sat in a seat I could barely see with the boxes piled in my arms. I put half the boxes in the seat to her left, and the other half in the one to the right. I rubbed my arms. Carrying a dozen shoe boxes with their hard edges digging into your arms was not a comfortable thing. But, again, like the embarrassment at kissing Cinda's backside in public....worth every cent of the price.

"Now, then," Cinda sighed, looking at the boxes to see which styles she wanted to try on first, "let's see....what do I want to tease you with first?" I sat on a seat two chairs away from her while she made her choice. I looked around the store. Still deserted. Thank God.

"Ahh...these will do to start," she grinned. She looked over at me and added, "Now, what's my shoe boy doing over there? You'll do me no good sitting in a chair, will you? Get right over here and kneel down in front of me. Take these shoes and help me try them on."

Sighing, and looking around again, I got up and stood in front of her. When I got down on one knee, Cinda handed me the box. On the side of it, a label read "Chinese Laundry - JOYFULL". I had no idea what that meant, but if I knew Cinda, the shoes inside would be among the sexiest ever made for a woman's feet. And I wasn't wrong.

Opening the box, I found the two stylish shoes inside, removing them from the tissue paper that supposedly protected them from scuffing (because there wasn't enough shoe to GET scuffed, it appeared to me). I lifted them out of the box and placed them on the floor, pushing the empty box aside. I set them down gently, knowing Cin's reverence for shoes. I looked up at her. She already had her legs outstretched, her feet dancing.

"Take off my fuck me pumps, shoe boy," she said, "and put those sexy new shoes on my pretty feet."

Almost laughing at her obvious glee, I reached out and removed first one, then the other of those fuck me's, placing them on the floor on the other side of me. Cinda's bare feet wiggled and stretched playfully in front of me. Looking at those sweetly cavorting feet brought back some delicious memories, and I happily watched them for a few seconds. Well, maybe more than a few.

"I'm waiting, shoe boy," Cinda leered. "Don't dawdle now. Get busy. You've got a reward to earn." Her teasing sneer took my breath away...along with any free will I once had when I walked into Broughton's.

Holding back another chuckle, I picked up the new shoes. I couldn't deny they were sexy, and that Cinda has the best taste in shoes of anyone on the planet, including Carrie Snow. The "Joyfulls" were basically sexy slide sandals. The shoe leather was a dark, smoky black color, the sole curving up nicely from the open toes to the sensible-but-sexy 2 to 3 inch heel. The fabric which formed the skimpy top of the shoe, a one inch band stretching from one side of the sole over the instep to the other side, was a see through smoky mesh fabric with faint black and brown leopard spots throughout. I was picturing Cinda's lovely feet in those shoes even before I slid them on her. Coincidentally, the leopard motif of the shoes matched the faint tiger pattern barely visible on her skin tight pants. Two lucky felines purring away as they caressed Cinda's body from her waist down. This also made me think of my lovely pantiless princess as a slinky, growling sexual animal. From there my mind thought of her other "kitty", hoping it would be my hard earned reward.

It must've been getting to me, because my hands shook slightly as I slid each shoe onto Cinda's feet. I watched her painted toes slide down the entire length of the insole, coming to a stop only when they had cleared the filmy mesh fabric of the overstrap. It was sexy as hell. The shoe hardly hid a single inch of Cinda's sexy feet. I took advantage of the situation, openly admiring her beautiful feet in the admittedly eye-popping shoes.

"Mmmmm....," Cinda cooed, "Mikey likes Joyfulls, doesn't he?" Her painted toes wiggled "joyfully".

"Yes," I admitted, "I like them very much." Then, getting into "shoe boy" character, I added, "Why doesn't Milady walk around in them a bit...see how they feel? It would be a shame if such lovely shoes hurt her perfect feet."

Cinda smiled. She stood up and pranced about, deliberately letting her hips sway and her buttocks bounce as she walked away from me, giving me a mind boggling show as I remained kneeling there and looking dead ahead at her bottom in those tight stretch pants. I immediately hardened again. Or rather, hardened MORE.

After checking out in a nearby mirror how the slides looked on her feet, she nodded and walked back to the seat. "Okay, shoe boy," she grinned, "next pair, please." She held out her feet to me, and I removed the "Joyfulls" --as I'm sure they were to be on Cinda's feet (any shoe would be). As I freed each foot from its shoe, she teased me by wiggling and rotating her feet, curling and separating her toes for my benefit. When I began packaging up the shoes back in their tissue paper and box, suddenly five eager, lacquered toes shot forward and started wiggling under my nose.

"See?" Cinda chuckled, "your paint job is still going strong. Though I WILL be needing another coat soon." She leaned down low, taking her foot away from my flared nostrils, and smirked at me. "Hint, hint," she said, and then sat back up in the chair, her eyes twinkling and giggling.

While I finished closing the box on the "Joyfulls", Cinda was already choosing the next box. No sooner had I pushed the box aside, than a second box appeared in front of my face. "These next, shoe boy," Cinda smiled down at me. Her entire body appeared to be charged with excitement...and that bode well for my immediate future with her.

Again I went through tissue paper to pull out sleek, sexy shoes. Again, two naked feet frolicked in front of my face, waiting for "shoe boy" to adorn them in pretty shoes. I looked at the box. It said "Charles David - KISS". Looking at the shoes, I could see why. I wouldn't mind kissing any feet - especially ones as sexy as Cinda's - if they were walking around in shoes like these. They were perfect for Cinda's high arches. Made of a rich, light blue leather, these impressive shoes sported at least a four inch heel. The cross strap, about the same thickness as the Chinese Laundry shoes, was a velvety blue, with a small bow that rested on the outer side of the shoe. The open toe area was scrumptiously large, and I couldn't wait to see Cinda's toes when they poked their way under that strap and boldly winked at me.

I lifted the high heeled slides up and admired them. Cinda admired them, too. She sighed a long, low, "Oooooo.." as I turned them around in my hands, viewing them from all angles. 

"Oh, hurry, Mikey....I mean, "shoe boy"....put them on me. Put them on me!" Her feet were wiggling energetically in front of me, her legs scissoring slightly up and down in her excitement.

When I'd gotten them on her, she sighed again. She held her legs straight out and admired the shoes, flexing her feet stiffly back toward herself to get the best possible look at her toes and insteps in the incredible shoes. I could tell by her smile and her twinkling eyes that these were shoes she would most likely buy. As I said, they showed off her sexy high arch just marvelously, and I'm sure she agreed.

Again she pranced for the mirror, and seemed to like not only how the shoes looked on her, but how they felt. When she came back to me, she sat and held out her legs. "Mikey, I want to see you kissing my toes in these shoes. Go ahead, kiss my toes while I'm wearing these beauties." The fact that she had gotten out of the "shoe boy" scene for a second showed me that she was serious.

I looked around nervously. "Cinda, um....are you sure. I mean, what if someone....?"

"Now, now, Mikey," she interrupted, "you know you want to. Besides, have we ever cared what other people think of us?" With another sinful smile, she leaned down toward me and added, "Shoe boys don't get to make those decisions, smutty boy. The women they wait on do. So what if someone sees you kissing my toes? I'm worth it, aren't I? And you DO have to earn your reward, you know. So...go on....kiss my toes in these pretty shoes...right here, right now...even if you might get caught." She wiggling her feet again, putting her toes so close to my lips they almost touched them. Chuckling lightly, nervously, I held her calves just above her heels and leaned forward that last quarter of an inch and kissed her toes, one by one. Those soft, warm digits and the scent of the shoe leather was somehow an exciting combination....but, then, EVERYTHING about Cinda is exciting.

After I'd kissed her toes, she seemed temporarily satisfied, but she wanted to know what I thought about it. "Well? Wasn't it fun kissing my toes in these shoes? And 'fess up...wasn't it a kick to kiss my feet in public? Didn't you just love it, Mikey?" After watching me sweat for a moment or two, she asked, "Should I get these shoes so you can kiss my pretty toes in them again, Mikey? What do you think?"

"I always love kissing your toes, Cin, or any other part of you, for that matter. But, yes, those shoes do lend themselves to a little toe smooching, that's for sure." Without realizing it, I was still holding her feet by the heels, looking at her toes admiringly, sighing audibly. But again, time to move on.

"Good. Take them off me now," she said, a haughty, smug look on her face. I did, enjoying the sight of her feet sliding free of those impressive shoes.

Satisfied, she sat back once more, fairly trembling with excitement. "Set those aside, shoe boy. Those I definitely want to take home with me. I see I can put you through some fun paces with those. Next, please."

Box after box of shoes Cinda had me help her try on. The whole time she teased and titillated me. For instance, when I was helping her try on a pair of hot pink "Cassandra"s, by XOXO - silky burgundy high heeled pumps with a wide ankle strap that made her look like royalty - she deliberately stroked her toes under my chin and let them brush lightly along my lips. She giggled when I lunged for her toes as if to nibble them, but deftly pulled them away from me, a teasing smirk filling her face. And with each new pair of shoes she gleefully upped the ante...finding new ways to taunt me each time.

A pair of "Ardelle"s from Charles David made her feel impishly sexy. Midnight black soles and medium dark blue insoles with black cross strap and three inch heels, had Cinda leering down at me as she strode about and eyed them in the mirror. Before sitting back down she purposely bent over in front of me and wiggled her brain-melting derriere right in front of my face! "Mmmmm....these shoes make me feel so naughty," she said, a wonderfully wicked look on her face. I hardly saw that look, as my bulging eyeballs were fixated on her mesmerizing buns.

Smiling, I said, "You should DEFINITELY buy those, Cinda."

"All right," she said, still grinning wickedly, "but only if you lean forward and kiss my ass, Mikey." She wiggled it again.

Once more, I looked around. Thankfully, no one watching. I quickly leaned forward and pressed my lips on that tightly encased bottom. My intention was to just give each cheek a quick peck and then resume the shoe shopping. But once my lips touched her firm, round bottom, that was it. I grabbed her hips and started kissing her cheeks all over, oblivious to the fact that someone might come along at any minute. Cinda loved it. She wiggled and jiggled her bottom all around as I adored it with my lips, making it a challenge to lock my lips on it with any real conviction. Just as I opened my mouth to really give it some oral worship, those luscious globes disappeared! When I opened my eyes, she was already sitting in the chair again. "Next pair, please, shoe boy," she grinned, holding her feet out to me. God, she could be cruel. But I suppose it was a good thing, because I sure needed some "down" time to get my raging hormones back in check.

I could see Cinda was getting hotter by the second. While she loved her shoes, it appeared that it was all now just becoming an excuse to tease and torment me, and then have her way with me. Well, I didn't mind that at all. I was having more fun than I'd had in days. In fact, the only other times I'd had this much fun was...again...with Cinda, doing....other things.

While trying on a pair of sexy black sling back heels from XOXO called "Tiffany", the sexy one had me kissing her insteps boldly right there in the store. She asked me to rub her calves while I licked her ankles. Feeling freaky in these shoes, she had me lick her toenails to give them "a super gloss" as she put it. So, right there in Broughton's, I was licking Cinda's toes, shining them up for her. She was beginning to squirm all over the place. But, again, I heard, "Next pair, shoe boy." I groaned in frustration once again.

Box after box of sexy shoes I opened and set aside, some going to the "don't want" pile, some to the "maybe" pile, and several to the "definitely" pile. Each pair of shoes I tried on Cinda's happy feet made her feel something different from all the others, but they ALL made her feel sexy and erotic. The incredibly hot "Holly"s from Chinese Laundry had Cinda once again bending over in front of me, but this time she spread her legs a bit, telling me to kiss her inner thighs. At that point, I no longer even bothered looking around. I didn't care if anyone saw us! I kissed her inner thighs openly, but when I tried to push my head between them, again I heard the heart breaking "Next pair, please, shoe boy." The bewitching Cinda, while definitely following a plan that would reward both of us later, was at that point driving me insane.

By the time she'd tried on Two Lips' "Vita"s and M.O.D.'s "Limo"s, Cinda was rubbing the sides of her feet along the sides of my head, playing with my mustache with her toes, and spreading her legs wide as she sat in her chair. She was squirming around so much, I could barely catch her legs to put the shoes on her! But it was the sexy, strappy, slinky black "Tapa"s by Vis a Vie that broke her back. After strutting about in them, she whirled around and strode quickly back to the chair. With a look of pure, needy lust, she kicked the shoes off and shoved her toes in the direction of my mouth, catching me by surprise.

With her mouth curling into a greedy grin and her eyes becoming shimmering, bawdy slits, the lovely Cinda hissed, "Start at the toes, shoe boy, and work your way right up to here." Her finger pointed between her legs. As promised over the phone, her pants were so tight over her pantiless quim that the enticing slit could easily be seen. With her legs raised just enough to form an irresistible invitation, I could also see the beginning of her luscious butt cleavage. My penis wasn't just throbbing...it was humming with more vibrato than a fifty piece orchestra. My other head swirled, having lost most of its blood supply in favor of the concerto going on between my legs.

I recovered quickly and sucked away at those sexy toes, my sweating eyes locked on the heavenly sight between her legs. As I made a meal of her toes, Cinda was rubbing her hands between her thighs, and I could see a definite wet spot forming on the light brown stretch pants. That wet spot stoked my furnace to explosion force, and I nearly dove face first between her spread legs right there in Broughton's. I'd chewed my way through nylon several times for Cin's charms, so a little thing like stretch pants wouldn't slow me down for a nanosecond. This I knew, even as I sweated, drooled and dripped.

"Mikey...we have to get out of here....NOW!" she said, her ample bosom heaving.

"I know...let's go. But...what about the shoes?" I asked, looking remarkably like a malfunctioning robot. My hands and mouth (not to mention another fine piece of anatomy) wanted Cinda badly, but neither was sure what they wanted to grope, fondle or devour first. I wanted her right there in Broughton's, but knew it couldn't be, despite our brazenness up to this point. So, my entire body drenched with indecision, I simply spazzed and stuttered and twitched.

"We'll come back for them. I'll let Randy know on the way out." When she saw my dazed look, she added, "The manager....the shameless flatterer. By the way, he's gay...he just knows a good customer when he sees one."

"Ahhh," I said, my mind preoccupied with other things. I knew it! However, Randy's sexual preferences were a moot point at that particular moment as I tried to get off the floor without snapping my raging hardon in the process. It was a long, slow process, and would've amused Cinda if she wasn't so turned on and in a hurry to solve that very problem.

She was already on her feet, slipping into her old shoes, and motoring rapidly toward the outside doors. If she'd moved any faster, the vacuum created by her supersonic departure would've sucked me out of the store right behind her, flopping and flailing happily in her wake. As it was, I just barreled along behind her, grinning stupidly and still trying to keep my pounding erection from getting snagged on the inside of my pants or shorts in my current haste.

As she breezed past Randy, he looked disappointed as she left empty-handed. But she assured him she'd return to make some purchases. To underscore this, as she sped by him she shoved her shoe list forcefully into his hand, each item she wished to purchase clearly marked. When she'd found the time to mark the items is beyond me. But, when Cinda wants something, nothing stops her from getting it. Woe be to Randy if he sold those shoes to someone else. At any rate, the assurance of the future sales seemed to assuage the apparent hurt in his tight cheeked little face. He hummed happily off to do whatever it is he does, which in this case had better be setting aside those shoes for Cinda.

Cinda had no patience for the doors, pushing through them like a SWAT team captain swooping in for a well practiced kill. Outside, she once again stopped short. She caught me just as I was exiting the doors. Her arms flung up around my neck and she clamped her hot mouth onto mine, sucking the air from my startled lungs. She squeezed me so tight I thought a rib might crack, and she rubbed her body up against mine.

"Shoe boy," she said, biting my lower lip, "you're going to get your reward now. We have to go somewhere right now, though, understand? Cinda is very, very hot, and wants to fuck you almost to death. Now, if that's clear, I suggest you find some means to satisfy my needs IMMEDIATELY. Understood, shoe boy?" She licked my lips hungrily and grabbed my hand, shoving it directly between her legs so I could feel the wetness I'd only seen before.

In my own excitement I was fending off coronary arrest, my genitals stewing nicely in their own heated juices, looking around the parking lot dumbly for a motel, a trailer, a roomy outhouse....anything!! If I didn't get physically locked up with Cinda in the next five minutes, we were both going to need straightjackets. If I knew Cin, she'd rape me right there in front of Broughton's, and then all kinds of bad stuff would happen....after the good stuff, of course.




Vanilla Cream Ch. 02



All I could think of was my car....my sweet, clean, unspoiled car. I couldn't do that to her. She was a virgin. Then I said to the ear-nibbling Cinda, "Where's your car, Cin. Maybe we could...."

"Oh, Mikey....shoe boy....are you insane? A Honda? Have you ever tried anything in a Honda? Get real, smutty boy....we need something bigger than that." Then she whispered in my ear, "It has to be bigger, so I can spread my legs so, soooooo wide for you."

I swooned. I was rock hard. No, more like titanium. I needed to suck every inch of Cinda from her head to her toes and then get so deep inside her that there was a risk I wouldn't get back out. "I.....I.......shit!" I said, coming to the conclusion that only my big, bad DeVille could save the day. Cinda was way ahead of me.

Dragging me through the parking lot, she growled, "You HAD to park in the next county, didn't you, Mikey? Oh, you men and your cars!"

"Where are we going?" I asked, noticing we weren't heading toward Betsy.

"We're going to my car. I'll drive us to your car to save time. Don't argue, either. Just go with it!"

I did. Always practical, she had parked very close to her favorite store. She flew like a banshee to her car and hustled me into it. She then drove at breakneck speed through a thankfully mostly empty parking lot. Along the way I told her where I was parked, and she steered her guided missile in that direction. She screeched to a halt alongside Betsy, but leaving enough space to quickly open her door without slamming it into the shiny finish. As I got out on my side, I noticed that she had parked crooked, a testament to her haste, as she was always the perfect parker.

"Open up Betsy here, and fuck my brains out, Mikey." Again she captured my mouth and feasted on it. I fondled her luscious ass as we kissed, and pressed my hardness against her. She grabbed my ass in return and pulled my hardness even more firmly against her rapidly heating groin. 

"Open the door, Mikey....c'mon, let's go, boy! You've got parts to suck and lick and nibble...and hump raw!" Her eyes blazed as they watched me fumble with the keys. Her impatience was palpable.

Despite the clumsiness, I've never opened a door faster in my life. I opened the front door, then reached back to open the rear door. Before the lock even clicked to the unlock position, Cinda nudged me aside and ripped open the door. She threw herself onto the spacious back seat and sat against the far door, ripping her tube top up over her head. Leering at those bouncing, suckable melons with their "bite me" nipples, I flung myself in after her. I reached around to close the door behind me before getting my hands and mouth ready to savor every inch of the delectable, squealing Cinda.

By the time I'd turned back around, Cinda was wide eyed, not knowing what she wanted first, but knowing full well she wanted all her clothes OFF! She kicked off her fuck me pumps and screeched, "Oh, shit! Damn these tight pants! Help me get these off NOW Mikey!" Only too willing to comply, my hands were like grasping claws as they reached for the waistband of those skin tight pants. Nearly biting my own tongue in the process, I grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked with the strength of frustrated desire. The force of the tug lifted her a good foot and a half off the seat as I managed to get the stubborn pants over her hips and backside in one strong pull. In the instant before she fell back to the seat below, my focused eyes were treated to the delicious pleasure of seeing Cinda's naked bottom in all its sensuous glory. As if in slow motion, I watched as the stubborn pants cleared her ass and I managed to get them down to her knees. As her lush rump was freed from its tight prison, my eyes adored her cheeks as they jiggled and rippled gloriously in their newfound freedom. That kissable derriere hovered ever so briefly, then seemed to sigh as it drifted in slow motion down to the soft seat below. I know I was sighing just seeing it. And I couldn't help but think, even as I tore Cinda's pants the rest of the way off of her body, just how lucky that car seat was to have that lovely, desirable tush sitting on it, warming it. And what memories that would've stirred if I'd had more time.

"Suck those toes, baby...no, wait....suck my boobs...bite my nipples. Kiss my ass, Mikey..bite it, suck it, lick it. Eat me, honey, eat me! Then get that big cock of yours in my mouth...and my pussy. I'll suck you dry before you fuck me raw!! Get to it, Mikey...I'm so horny I could bite your cock off!" She was so hot she was shoving body parts at me randomly and rapidly. It all happened so fast, I never had the speed or agility to grab a single one of them. Until, of course, I took matters into my own hands and lunged on top of the squirming Cinda.

"I'll get your toes next," I panted, the sound muffled by her left boob filling my mouth. As I enjoyed her succulent bosom, she fell back, giggling and forcing her hands into my pants, and looked up at the early morning sun as it shone in the back window of my Caddy. Squeezing my buns from inside my pants, she moaned, "Oh, God, Mikey, fuck me good. Fuck me really, REALLY good!"       While I ravaged her breasts, Cinda squeezed my butt. But, as skilled and eager as her hands were, they didn't remain on my ass long. With incredible speed, she circled them around to the front of my pants and had them unzipped in less than half a dozen heartbeats. With a mouthful of nipple, I realized that my penis was free and being stroked and squeezed by the horny Cinda. Needless to say, my boobie sucking increased in direct proportion.

Licking around her taut nipples, I moved myself slightly to one side on the seat so Cinda could get a good grip on my hardened member. Immediately her hands captured both penis and testicles. My brain was getting fuzzy, and all I could think of to do was suck. The warmth and texture of those hardened nipples was driving my mouth mad, and I sucked them ravenously, sighing and panting all over her succulent globes.

"Oh, you feel so good, Mikey. Oh, yes...."

I took a nipple between my teeth and squeezed it gently. She moaned. Her grip on my shaft strengthened and her fingers played with the head. I would've gladly sucked Cinda's breasts all day, but the option was taken away from me. The alternative offered to me was even more delicious.

"Mikey," Cinda gasped, "I can't take it anymore. I need to come. Eat me, Mikey. Get that incredible tongue of yours between my legs and lick me til I cream all over you." Just as I began to happily comply, she added, "And give me that luscious lollipop of yours to suck on. Give it to me NOW!" Now I was indeed ecstatic to obey. The authoritative tone in Cinda's voice was making me harden with some kind of submissive joy.

Quickly, I kissed and licked my way down her body, repositioning myself once again on the seat. I turned around with my head at her enticing pussy and my raging hardon throbbing near her chin. I didn't even care if she sucked me - though I knew she would - as long as I got to taste that sweet, tender vanilla cream honeypot of hers.

It turned out Cinda was even quicker than I was. Before I could spread her moist petals, I felt her hot lips around my tiny helmet, her tongue lapping the slit. I returned the favor, opening her and sucking the juicy pink folds of her sex, licking all about with a gluttonous tongue. Spreading her as far as I could, I even slipped my tongue inside her, my heart pounding with the pure pleasure of it. It was all I could do not to scream out my joy.

"Mmmm...," she sighed, taking her mouth off of me only long enough to speak, "such a pushy tongue, Mikey...I love it! Don't stop licking me until I drench that cute face of yours." With that, she lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs around my head...tightly. She added, "In fact, smutty one, you're not going anywhere until your job is done. You lick Cinda nice...like a good shoe boy." Before her words had faded, her mouth was back sucking the life out of me.

Cinda's decidedly dominant tone, and her wrestler's scissors lock on my head were something new. I'd eaten her before, but never had she gotten bossy about it or placed my head in a vice before. I found myself grinning between licks. I kinda liked this demanding new Cinda. I was tingling all over...and she appeared to be, as well.

I did my very best to lick her "nice". And lick her...and lick her. For her part, she sucked like a vacuum cleaner on steroids. Her thighs holding my head captive actually helped me get my tongue deeper inside her. And that made her squirm and wriggle about the spacious back seat of my new Caddy.

With my pants now down around my calves, Cinda was able to spread my legs quite a bit. Without taking her mouth off my penis, she squeezed and rolled my testicles in her hand. I wanted to look down to see her sucking me, but my face was being held hostage in her sweet, dripping muff, and that was impossible.

"Oh, yes, Mikey....YES! Good shoe boy...lick that up nice! Keep licking it, sweetie." I could barely breathe down there between her legs, but....I didn't care a bit. Who needed breathing when Cinda's succulent fur pie needed to be devoured? Besides, she was sucking my brains out, so thinking was a blur at best anyway.

With my legs spread wider and wider, Cinda laid my penis flat on my belly and held it there. She then licked and sucked my balls, sometimes gently lapping, other times licking hard with her mouth taking first one, then the other, inside it. At one point she playfully popped them in and out of her mouth, her tongue breaking up the ball sucking with long licks between them. My entire crotch area was humming the song, "I'm in Heaven."

As we blissfully feasted upon each other, the sunny sky above turned gray. Clouds, wispy at first, congregated, forming huge, sun blocking sheets. The individual sheets then became one immense shield. The sun, for all intents and purposes, ceased to exist. A low rumble was heard in the distance...though not by Cinda and I. We were oblivious to anything except our two writhing, moaning bodies.

Lapping like a madman, I had managed to find Cinda's swollen bulb. So anxious was it for attention, that it nearly jumped into my mouth. When I just touched it with the tip of my tongue, Cinda moaned...and her thighs squeezed my head even tighter. Suffocation was becoming a distinct possibility. But....who cared! Suffocation would be a small price to pay for some quality time with Cinda's legs wrapped around my head.

Suffocation was also feasible on Cinda's end of things. She had left my testicles and had now rammed my throbbing hardness seemingly as far down her throat as it would go. I could feel her lips at the very base of my shaft whenever her mouth completed its downward glide along it. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment, and hoped she was also near that joyous pinnacle. 

Again releasing my devoured meat only long enough to speak in panting gasps, she cried, "Oh, Mikey....I'm gonna cum. Oh...God...keep licking...suck my clit...hard, baby...HARD!! I'm gonna....suck....the cum....right outta you!"

She was as good as her word.

Her thighs nearly cracked my neck when she came. Those head crushing thighs held me firmly in place. Her orgasm was so intense that she gushed like a geyser, spurting her vanilla cream onto my hard working face. Not wanting to be outdone (actually, because I had no choice), I returned the favor. Arching my back and moaning loudly I shouted, "Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

As soon as I shouted that, Cinda pulled my primed member out of her mouth. Stroking it, she held it above her face, opening her mouth wide. She wanted to watch it spurt into her hungry mouth. Squeezing my sack and stroking me hard and fast, she squealed with delight as I spurted my hot liquids directly toward her waiting tongue.

How I wish I could've seen it. What a glorious sight it must've been.

But, in my mind's eye, I could see every satisfying blast of sticky cream as it sped downward to splatter on her cheeks, her shiny lips and her pink, hungry tongue...every milky blast that rushed directly into her waiting mouth. Again, I saw this in my mind's eye in delicate slow motion as my tongue kept busy in her humid, dewey flower.

On my end, I was busy trying not to drown in her sweet, vanilla nectar. I'd never seen her spurt with such force before, and knew it must be very satisfying for her. I kept licking her as she came, wanting to keep those flavorful juices flowing. When I stuck my tongue into her opening, I felt the delicious sensation of her vaginal walls squeezing it. That made me cum even more. It seemed like a wonderful cycle...the more I came, the more Cinda came, each orgasm fueling the other. God, this must be what eternal bliss was all about!

When we'd both spent ourselves, I tried to slump onto the seat...but there wasn't enough room for us to lay side by side on it, so I slid slowly onto the floor. I rolled onto my back and looked up. Cinda was on her side, smiling down at me. Behind her, through the rear window, I could see the roiling sky. Gone completely was the once dominant sun. Now, only dark clouds ruled the sky. On the window itself, tiny droplets of rain hit lightly, trickling down the slick glass. Cinda's voice wrested my mind from the approaching storm.

"Wow, Mike...you really came hard that time." Her face glistened wetly as she grinned at me.

"So did you. I thought you were going to either suffocate or drown me." My own grin was a bit sticky.

"I sure tried to. That was one intense orgasm I just had. The best in weeks."

For a bit we just laid there, Cinda on the car seat, me on the floor, and gazed happily at each other. A roll of thunder broke the spell.

"Storm's coming," I said.

"Yes," she replied, resisting the temptation to say "No shit, Mikey," and rolling on her back to look out the window. As she did, a bolt of lightning blasted groundward. The thunder followed after a substantial pause, indicating the storm was miles away. "Mmmm...I just love having sex during a storm," she continued. "How bout you, Mikey?"

"Definitely. It's very erotic. But even if I didn't," I laughed, "sex with YOU anywhere, anytime is good."

"Aww..thank you, Mikey." She smiled sweetly down at me.

Then she got playful again. Her smile went from adoring to mischievous. She grinned lasciviously. I've learned that with Cinda, repeat performances rarely took long to materialize. The curl of her lips was like the twisted grin of some lecherous old man seeking to deflower a naive young virgin. I shuddered, partially with expectation. The other part I can only describe as fear of the unknown....for Cinda seemed to want to delve into more devious diversions today. But then, I realized....delving into ANY diversion with Cinda could only be incredibly satisfying.

Still lying on her back, she lowered her leg over the side of the seat, letting her foot dangle over my head. I could see the soft soles and the tiny wrinkles under her toes and along the sides of her foot. Slowly she moved it back and forth over my head, hypnotically.

"Still my shoe boy?" she asked, grinning. Like...was there a chance in Hell I'd say no?

"Of course," I sighed...."always."

"Well, I recall telling you to suck my toes, shoe boy. And correct me if I'm wrong, but....did that ever happen?"

"Well," I stated matter-of-factly, "I did suck your toes in the store."

"Oh....wow....in the store? You mean, that thirty second suck I got? No, no, honey...I'm talking much more than that." She now leaned over the edge of the seat, lowering her foot to within an inch of my lips. "When I tell my shoe boy I want my toes sucked, I mean I want them sucked THOROUGHLY. I want that hot mouth of yours to take my toes deep inside and lick and caress them....WORSHIP them like they deserve to be worshipped. Don't you think your sexy Cinda is worth that much? Hmmm, shoe boy?" She wiggled her painted toes and flexed her sexy soles right above my eyes. I was pudding...and she knew it.

I laughed, but not for long. Cinda's grin and those sweet, soft feet with the burgundy polish on the toes were beginning to make me sweat. "Cinda," I replied, the words coming from somewhere deep in my besotted soul, "your feet - and every inch of you - TRULY deserve to be worshipped. You know I mean that."

"Yes....I do, Mike. And I love that about you." She bit her lip. Again she grinned, looking me over. "Take off your clothes all the way, Mikey. I'll lay here and watch the storm outside while you do. Hurry up, shoe boy. Cinda wants to play with you some more."

I was naked in ten and a half seconds...give or take. I sat there on the floor, my eyes feasting on the hottest woman I'd ever known. Every inch, every curve of her inflamed my desire for her. I would gladly lick even her kneecaps or navel anytime she wanted it...and she knew THAT, too.

With the most evil grin I've ever seen - even on Cinda - she sat up and leaned her back against the car door. She dangled her legs over the edge of the seat from about mid-calf down. She smiled wickedly as she wiggled her feet and said with a glint in her lovely eyes, "Worship my pretty feet, shoe boy. Make them, and me, feel more loved and needed than ever before."

After the tease of helping her try on shoes for well over an hour, those playful peds wanting to be adored was more than my hormones could take. I was on her feet in a heartbeat, kissing them like a servant kissing the feet of royalty. Cinda sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of warm lips and a hot, wet tongue loving her feet. I licked and sucked them as thoroughly as I always do. We were both in Heaven.

Halfway through my total worship of Cinda's soft feet, my head started to clear somewhat, though my eyes and mouth still focused almost totally on her silken foot flesh. To me the sound was distant, though in reality it was very near. Thunder was becoming more constant now, the air outside the car vibrating with the almost incessant rumbles. The spattering of raindrops on glass was much increased, almost as constant as the thunder. From somewhere on the hazy periphery of my sight, I could see flashes of light, one after another. And every major slash of lightning, accompanied almost immediately by its attached thunderous crash, seemed to coincide with the movement of my mouth from toe to toe. Looking up, I saw Cinda looking glassy-eyed out the rear window, her mouth open, her breathing deep, low moans escaping her shiny red lips. She so loves having her toes sucked.

It felt like minutes, but Cinda later told me I'd sucked her toes and kissed her feet for nearly an hour. And though she moved little during the entire delicious venture, she did indeed get hotter by the second...as did I. You can't kiss ANY part of Cinda without that happening. It's just a constant law of the universe.

With a sigh, she finally pulled her feet away from me, nearly splitting my heart right down the middle. "Mmmm...that felt lovely, shoe boy. I think maybe a reward is in order. How 'bout you? Would you like a nice reward for services rendered, my sexy little shoe boy?"

Knowing it could only be good, I nodded enthusiastically as I blurted, "Oh, yes...yes indeed, sexy Cinda. I'd LOVE a reward!" In retrospect, I must've looked like a tail wagging, fawning puppy...but I didn't care. And besides, she always said she loved when I look like that, so that's good enough for me.

"Hmm....all right. Let's see....you've sucked my breasts....you've licked between my legs, and oh so nicely, I might add....and you've worshipped my soft, pretty feet. What reward could I possibly give you? Hmmm?"

I knew what I HOPED it would be. And when she rolled onto her left side, I almost passed out. I personally thanked God for letting me be alive at this moment....for letting me meet Cinda in the first place. I felt my head swimming, and my already stiff penis threatened to explode. Cinda giggled at the look on my face when I saw what she was offering me.




Vanilla Cream Ch. 02



"How about this, shoe boy? Would this be a good reward for you?" The look on her face was an absolute, total, unadulterated SMIRK. She knew damn well I'd crawl over hot coals for what she teasingly wiggled at me now.

"Ohhhhh....yessss," I said, looking like a drooling idiot and sounding like a horny schoolboy with a lisp. It's not easy speaking clearly with your tongue hanging out.

Cinda laughed heartily. She sat with her succulent bottom over the edge of the seat, teasingly rubbing her cheeks with one hand. She has an incredible ass and knows it...and she knows what it does to me. As she slowly dragged her manicured fingers along the curve of her kissable globes, I sweated from every pore on my body. My penis sighed as it stood as high as it could to get a closer look for itself.

"Well, then, shoe boy. Get those hot lips over here and enjoy your reward." She slid over the edge a bit more, pulling her legs up to push her rump out to me even further. I nearly came just from that teasing, wiggling offer. "Mikey," she said in a voice sweeter than honey, "lean over here and kiss my sexy ass. I don't give this kind of reward to just anyone, you know....so kiss it really, REALLY nice."

Just as when she offered her feet, my head dove forward of its own accord. Just as my hungry mouth contacted her behind, thunder and lightning ripped simultaneously through the sky. I hardly noticed it, but Cinda jumped. Luckily for me, my lips had locked on cheek flesh and were not about to let go. Panting my hot breath on her already warm ass, I nearly came again as I savored it. Again I got lost in kissing it. I licked it, sucked it, nibbled it....almost bit it in my ardor. And seeing that sweet, moist slit down there between her legs as I worshipped her ass didn't help matters. I was torn between letting go as I adored her derriere, or keeping my fluids inside so I could put them somewhere else, hopefully soon.

Again I have no idea how long I worshipped Cinda's bottom, but this time I was so lost in it that only Cinda heard the din outside. The car even rocked every now and then with the ferocity of the storm. It all turned Cinda on very much....the fierce storm outside, my hungry, needy mouth inside. For me, Cinda's curvaceous bottom was all I needed. I required absolutely no other stimuli to heighten my senses...though Cin had many such stimuli to offer.

Cinda got hotter and hotter by the second. If I wasn't so lost in kissing and licking her derriere, I'd have noticed her intensified wiggling on the seat, and the increased sheen between her legs. If not for the storm, I MIGHT have heard her moans and gasps as my mouth roamed her squirming backside.

Suddenly, amidst peels of thunder and blasts of nature's electricity, Cinda's ass disappeared, leaving my lips cold and sad as her feet had done earlier. My clouded brain fumbled for the cause of this cruelty. I looked up at Cinda just in time to see her sitting on the seat, leaning down. Still recovering my wits, I felt her hands grasping my upper arms. Looking up into her face, I saw a look of heated desperation...of want...of excruciating NEED.

"Get up here!" she said in a barely controlled screech. "Now, Mikey...Now! SIT!"

Numbly, I complied, still mourning the loss of those soft, kissable cheeks. Cinda nearly threw me onto the seat, where I sat sweating and dazed, but happily expectant. Her breasts briefly brushed my face, one nipple slicing down my nose and lips as she descended from above. As my eyes focused, I saw her face, her beautiful eyes glistening with lust, directly in front of mine. Her mouth hung open, panting, her breathing rapid and shallow.

And then I felt it. With a hot, wet sensation, Cinda greedily impaled herself on my engorged penis. It was sublime. It was Nirvana. My eyes rolled up in my head. Again, I thought I'd pass out. But Cinda always had a way of keeping you in the game.

"Ohhhh......my God in Heaven....." I moaned. My mouth was rapidly and efficiently manufacturing drool.

Cinda leaned down, eyes still gleaming wantonly, and whispered in my ear. She sucked the lobe briefly before saying in a low, husky voice, "Now, smutty Mikey...my brand new shoe boy....fuck your Cinda's brains out!!!"

And then she proceeded to hump my throbbing cock raw, as thunder boomed outside, lightning streaked across and down from the sky, and rain pelted the car with a constant drone. I smiled as I realized that not all of the rocking we experienced was from the tempest outside.

Cinda's squirming tongue probed deep inside my mouth as she slid herself up and down on my cock. God, how that felt awesome! The only times she took her mouth off mine was to whisper deliciously naughty things in my ears. She knows what turns me on, so it was easy for her to keep me hard and pumping. And her new persona - the sultry, dominant shoe Goddess - was really stoking my furnace...big time!

Her breath licked my ear as she said, "How does my shoe boy like his reward? Wasn't it worth helping me try on shoes all morning for this? Hmmm, shoe boy?"

I could only nod. I gasped out something that sounded like, "ohfefh...ohhhh feffff", but that was as intelligible as it got. Cinda humped me as if she'd been at an all girls' school for eight years with no man within a thousand mile radius. She sucked my lips and tongue til they hurt. And those things she said....oh...my.....Goddddddd..."

"You liked kissing my pretty feet in sexy shoes, didn't you, my little shoe boy?" Again, I could only nod. My eyes had rolled up in my head. If my brain hadn't turned to silly putty, they'd have seen the incredible storm bellowing outside.

"And what about Cinda's hot, tasty ass? Hmmm? Wasn't that just wonderful to kiss and lick? Wasn't it, shoe boy? I'm thinking I should feed you more of it before I'm done with you. What do you think? Should I let you feast on it again...and again?" Oh, how she seemed to be enjoying herself.

I probably would've drooled if Cinda's mouth hadn't stopped whispering long enough to attach itself to mine. But she had plans for me...plans to tease and torment me verbally as her vaginal muscles sucked my throbbing bone deep inside her.

Her mouth left mine again, but before she began barraging my ears with searing hot sex talk again, I felt something warm and soft on my face. She'd sat as straight up as she could, still maintaining her assault on my penis, and pushed her soft, succulent bosom into my face. She moved from side to side, letting her nipples teasingly slide across my lips. She giggled as my mouth opened hungrily to try to catch one of the sweet, moving targets.

"Mmm...my hard working shoe boy wants another taste of Cinda's tits, doesn't he? Wouldn't you like to suck those perky nipples while I fuck you into eternal bliss? C'mon, then....catch one and suck it. Don't you want it?" she teased. She kept her breasts moving, rubbing them in my face but not letting my mouth latch onto them. It was the most exquisite torture...one that she knew I'd happily endure from her anytime at all. Between those elusive breasts and the friction at my crotch, I was amazed I hadn't come already.

"Maybe you'd rather suck my toes again, like a good shoe boy?" she teased mercilessly. "Maybe toes are more your speed, Mikey? Maybe you would prefer ten little lacquered toe-nipples to my two titty ones? Is that why you won't suck my breasts, shoe boy?"

Still she kept her breasts away from my hungry mouth. I thought about grabbing her hard and pulling her to me, but I was just weak enough from the repeated meetings of her ass and my thighs that her hands holding my upper arms firm was enough to prevent me. All I could do was endure. Ahhh....such exquisite torture. I didn't mind the frustration at all...because I knew...I knew that when I neared orgasm I'd have the strength of ten men, if not more. And then...then those dodging melons would be MINE!

"Maybe," she continued, unrelenting, "maybe I should just sit on your face again. Maybe you prefer my ass to my tits? You drool whenever I let you kiss it. Maybe my tits don't excite you enough? That's it. Maybe it's my toes and my ass that drive you crazy, and no other parts of me? Is that why you're such a great shoe boy, Mikey?"

I could barely breathe. Every sexy word she spoke - coupled with her hot pussy squeezing my firm member between her silken thighs - stole my breath from me. My heart raced and my penis throbbed. Cinda was always good in bed, but this new, bawdy and bossy vixen....had me right by the gonads...literally.

Finally, she plunged my face into her cleavage, holding my panting mouth between her breasts, squeezing me tightly there in that incredibly humid valley. I could see only darkness, feel only warmth, inhale only the sweetness of her skin. My tongue lapped out for anything it could touch. Cinda's pummeling of my crotch intensified, even as the storm outside raged and spat. Although my face enjoyed her sultry cleavage, still my mouth couldn't feast on her succulent orbs.

"I think my shoe boy would rather be licking my pussy again. He doesn't seem interested in my nipples or in fucking his Cinda really hard. Are you getting too tired, Mikey? Should I only let you have my feet? Is your tongue the only thing that can please my pussy? Maybe you're too lazy to fuck me really, really hard? I suppose I should keep you only for my feet and my ass....and for eating my pussy. You don't seem at all interested in my juicy tits or in fucking me hard and deep. Is that right, Mikey? Are you content to be just my shoe boy...?" she leaned back and finally allowed me to capture one nipple in my mouth, "Or are you my hot, forceful, sexy LOVER?! Show me how much you WANT my breasts, Mikey, how much you NEED them. C'mon, lover...take them...SUCK THEM!"

I found strength. Lots of it. It coursed through me from my fingertips right down to my deeply burrowing member. My hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together. My mouth sucked and licked both her amazing orbs, never stopping for an instant....to her unending glee. I lapped all around her nipples, nibbled the tips of them, sucked them hard. I panted and gasped for air. Cinda's humping of my genitals increased proportionately. I also began thrusting my hips upward, slamming into her harder than ever. She just about cackled with pleasure, slamming ever harder against me. Seeing her tactics were working wonderfully, she kept up the pressure.

"Yes, that's right, shoe boy...suck those tits. Oh, yeah, suck them hard! Be my good little tit boy."

Now she was beginning to breathe as heavily as I was. "Oh, yes...such a good shoe boy...fucking his Cinda.... and gobbling....her tits....soooo nice. I'll keep you...I think. Mmmm....I might....just have you....suck my toes... again...when you're done....or...yes...eat me.....shove my hot ass.....in your face....let you kiss it...all you want. You've been.....such a good....shoe boy.....tit sucker.....such a.....sexy, hot.....lover! Oh yes...Mikey...DO GOOD...FOR CINDA!!"

Her hands were pressed against the ceiling, giving me free reign with her bouncing breasts and erect nipples. As she rode me hard she leaned slightly to one side, due to the lack of room inside the car. Her gorgeous face was twisted into a look of impending rapture. She wasn't teasing anymore. She was huffing and puffing as much as I was. She leaned back as far as she could, allowing me to devour her breasts at will.

"Oh, Mikey.....FUCK ME! Fuck me...really, REALLY hard... Mikey! Shove that...gorgeous cock...right through me!! Tear...me up! OH, GOD, YES, MIKEY!!"

I was amazed I didn't come first. I usually did with Cinda. But this time, her fluids flowed freely from her molten core just a hair before mine filled her. The heat of her juices was so overwhelmingly erotic that I shuddered and moaned. My back arched, my buttocks clenched, and I felt a chill of release. As she moaned and gasped atop me, my testicles squeezed their searing load from my straining sack into Cinda's steaming portal. The mingling liquids gushed and splattered freely, making almost as much noise as the loud cries and moans coming from our open mouths. Outside, the storm reached a crescendo, the sky black, punctuated with flashes of light, waves of pelting droplets and the din of almost continuous thunder. The wind howled, sounding like a third lover moaning his or her pleasure. It was, to this date, the most intense sexual encounter I've ever had.

So intense was our union, in fact, that we lost our balance, bouncing off the seat and rolling onto the floor. I was not surprised in the least when the supple, limber Cinda retained her hold on my thrusting scepter and continued to hump me even as we landed heavily and awkwardly between the front and rear seats. I felt a brief weightless sensation, during which time her flowing red hair filled my face with its sweet scent. Barely realizing that we'd fallen to the floor, my hips kept thrusting into her, and hers into me. We rolled on the floor, gasping and sighing. Cinda's eyes glazed over and she sucked all over my face. I tried hard to fondle her incredible breasts, but the angle and Cinda's own fevered attack on me were too much. I settled for the supreme joy of watching them bounce and jiggle as we humped like oversexed bunnies.

"Oh, Mikey...," Cinda gasped, biting my earlobe, "you're such a...good...shoe boy. You are...fucking...your Cinda...so...so...nice. Keep me....cumming...hon....don't stop."

I didn't. To my own surprise, my spurting member held its ground, not deflating even a tiny bit. In fact, I had my first ever multiple orgasm! I had briefly stopped cumming...but then...miraculously....I started pelting Cinda's sugar walls all over again! I had NEVER done that before. But I wasn't the least bit surprised that it was Cinda who had managed to accomplish this amazing feat for me. No...not surprised at all.

"OH MY GOD, CINDA!" I cried, my eyes rolling yet again back into my head. "I'll take you...shoe shopping...whenever you....want to go! I swear! ANYTIME!! Oh....is it great....to be.....your shoe boy!! Your pussy....could rule...the entire...WORLD!" Alas, I was blithering...inane prattling brought on by intense orgasmic release. Climax babble.

I couldn't fight it anymore. I HAD to suck those bouncing tits. Still pumping away into her, I held her on the floor by the shoulders and sucked them ravenously. She squeezed me so hard with her legs around my back that I knew I'd be bruised afterward. Small price to pay, I thought, smiling, as I continued emptying into her. Her eyes looked savage...and I loved it. That lust-filled face, those besotted eyes, the flowing red hair, and the feel of her naked, sweating body. I knew I was one lucky man...even as the sweet vanilla scent of her flowing juices filled the air around us.

By the time we both finished our orgasms, the storm outside was beginning to subside...but only a bit. The sky was still ominous, rumbling, angry. Cinda and I were frozen, me on top of her, still inside her, for long moments. Our eyes were locked, the haze in both pairs slowly clearing. Still panting, we smiled at each other. I pulled back as far as I could without removing my tired penis from her. I admired her sweating body. I wanted to lick up every pool and droplet of it from her entire body.

"Damn, Cinda," I said, catching my breath, "you have GOT to be the sexiest woman ever to walk the Earth."

"Mmmm..." she replied, reaching a hand up to push aside a soaked wisp of hair from my dripping forehead, "and you Mr. Smutty Mikey, are the hottest shoe boy ever!" She licked her luscious lips, and I was jealous of that lucky tongue being inside her mouth when mine wasn't.

"Cinda, you really are amazing."

"Oh, now, stop that. You know it's you that brings out the slut in me." She winked, "You make me tingle from my flaming red hair right down to my burgundy toes. That you do, Mikey. That you most certainly do."

Suddenly, a slight movement of her shoulder made her grimace. Her back had hit something. She reached back briefly to push it away from her and then reached down between her legs, forgetting the distraction.

"I want to feel your cock as you pull it out of me, sweety," she said, her tongue licking her lower lip.

"Aww...you mean I have to come out?" I whined playfully, batting my eyelids at her like a spurned puppy. 

"Yes....but only for now. You know I won't let your handsome poker stay cold for long."

I smiled. I knew Cinda was as good as her word. I slowly pulled myself out of her, sad to do so, but already looking forward to future admittance to that caressing portal. As I pulled slowly out, Cinda's fingers squeezed my shaft, and then played lightly on the head. 

When I slumped back, exhausted, against the car door, Cinda sat up, leaned forward and down, and kissed my cock. She put tiny little kisses all over it...every inch, even leaning further down to kiss my testicles - at which time I gladly spread my legs to display them openly to her. My hands played in her flaming locks as I watched her "thank" my grateful organs.

"Mmm...I just wanted to thank that wonderful cock personally," she said.

"No need to...your pussy did that long ago."

Smiling, she sat back, leaning against the opposite door. Again her face twisted into a mask of discomfort.

"What IS this?" she yelped, moving her bottom to one side, looking down to glare at the sharp corner that had poked rudely into her still perspiring cheek.

"Oh, that," I said, "That's a gift I got for you. I picked it up this morning."

"A gift? For me? It looks like an old jacket. How romantic of you, Mikey." But she knows me better than that, and knew instantly that there must be something underneath. Her eyes lit up and her smile warmed me inside and out. "You're serious? You got me something this morning?"

"Yeah, just before you called, in fact."

"Can I open it...now, I mean?" she asked, her eyes twinkling so bewitchingly that I wouldn't have been able to say no if I'd wanted to.

"Of course. In fact, it goes along really well with everything that's happened today. I think you'll like it. I sure hope you will."

With the enthusiasm of a young child on Christmas morning, my lovely Cinda eagerly grabbed for the jacket-covered box, freeing it from the jacket in seconds. Her eyes widened when the prize beneath was revealed, when they finally focused on what it actually was. Her mouth hung open in awe and those beautiful eyes danced with an internal flame of wonder and joy. "A shoe box? Mikey...you bought me shoes?!" I could see her entire body beginning to power up. But the look on her face alone was worth any price the gift could've possibly cost.

I couldn't help beaming with a little pride. I knew how much Cinda adored sexy shoes, and these shoes in particular. I knew she was looking for a pair of these specific shoes, and all during the shoe shopping fun and games I prayed that they weren't on her list. The god of women's shoes was with me, because Cinda must've had a mini stroke when she made out the list...or she'd never have neglected putting these on it. 

"Look at the label," I told her, barely able to contain myself.

Almost dropping the box in her excitement, she fumbled it in her hands until the label side came toward her. Her jaw dropped further.

"You got these HERE?!" she squealed.

"Yes, at Broughton's...this morning...just before you called. I was on my way home when you buzzed, and I had to come right back here. Wacky, huh?" I could only smile at her apparent glee. 

And then her round eyes looked below the store label, to the designer and style label.

"Oh my God! Mikey! My favorites! You found my favorite shoes! These are so hot!!"

She was so busy tossing aside the lid and tearing tissue paper from around her new shoes, that I went ahead and took the box from her as she gazed adoringly at the hot pink slides. Smiling, I imagined that must be how I looked at her...eyes wide and glazed with worship.




Vanilla Cream Ch. 02



I looked at the label and remembered how many times Cinda had mentioned these shoes to me, and how I'd called all over the state to see who had them, and in her size. I even chuckled to myself to realize that I might've even talked to the simpering Randy when I'd called Broughton's yesterday. It was a good thing he didn't see me earlier in his haste to brown nose Cinda...the whole surprise might've gone up in smoke. I wonder what Cinda's expression might've been if ol' Randy had said, "Weren't you here earlier, sir? Didn't you buy a pair of...." I was sure that guys like Randy remembered every sale...and the jig would've definitely been up. But, luckily that didn't happen, and the surprise was intact, if not exactly how I'd planned it. Actually, this way was better. Seeing Cinda sweaty and naked, hugging her new pair of shoes not only made me happier than I'd been in days, but it started that greedy ol' dong of mine tingling all over again.

Eyes wide in awe, her lush lips smiling sweetly, she asked, "How did you remember the name....the designer? How did you? Men never remember those things."

"Easy," I laughed, "I just thought of you. LUST always makes me think of you. And TWO LIPS....well, your lips are about the softest, most sensual in the world to kiss. I may not remember a whole lot in life, but you and the name of those shoes are one and the same, hon."

Grinning, she asked, "Which lips? Which of my lips are the most sensual in the world to kiss? Huh, Mikey...which?" Ahh, still the same sexy Cinda. Even at a moment like this, those delicious hormones of hers were gearing up for more fun.

"I'd kiss whichever pair you were kind enough to offer, hon. You know that," I said, truthfully.

"Yes...I do. And you, sir, are going to get to kiss both very shortly. This gift, these sexy shoes, have me all hot and horny again." With a wink, she added, "And I'm afraid I'm going to need my smutty shoe boy one more time. How bout it....shoe boy? Put these sexy shoes on my pretty feet?" She sat forward and held the shoes out to me. One last look at the shoe box before I set it aside. I held the box to my face and kissed the label that said, "Broughton's, LUST by Two Lips." That pair of shoes was going to extend the unbelievable luck I'd already had that day, and kissing that label seemed only appropriate to me.

Putting the box aside, I took the shoes. They truly were sexy...exactly Cinda's style. Before I even had time to turn the shoes around so that the heels and toes were in the right directions, Cinda's wiggling feet were dancing in front of my face. She grinned wickedly and appeared seconds away from drooling. I knew the look. I've had it many times while thinking of, or being with, Cinda. 

She was almost breathless as she said, "Put my new shoes on my sexy feet, shoe boy. But wait...kiss my feet all over....really slow and sensual...to prepare them for the gorgeous shoes you got for them. My feet should have love all over them when they slide into a pair of sexy LUSTs. Yes..be a really, really good shoe boy. You know Cinda will reward you if you do." I love when she gets that evil grin on her face. There's no equal in this world to the feeling I get when I see that grin. And the wicked wink that accompanied it immediately started up my liftoff sequence.

I dropped the shoes and grabbed her feet, kissing them passionately. She squealed and giggled and squirmed. Looking between her legs, I saw her renewed sexual interest.

"Now put my new shoes on me, shoe boy, and kiss my feet all over again in my pretty new shoes. Do it! Do it! Cinda will reward you oh, sooooo nicely."

I did, my hands trembling as I tried to slip her feet into the shoes and kiss both shoes and feet at the same time. My mouth was all over both feet, licking flesh and leather. It got Cinda hotter than ever. Totally nude except for her shiny red footwear, she was panting and licking her lips as I kissed her adorable feet.

"Oh....you are going to get so, sooooo lucky, shoe boy. As soon as you're done worshipping my sexy feet and my gorgeous new shoes, I'm going to let you lick me all over....every sizzling hot inch of me. Would you like that shoe boy? Answer by licking my toes."

Her toes got a bath...a very eager, enthusiastic one. I couldn't get my tongue on them quick enough. Again Cinda squealed and squirmed.

And she allowed me to lick my way up her legs...eagerly working toward the Promised Land. All the while she stroked me and giggled. 

I'd gone out of my way to find those shoes for Cin, and now I was reaping my reward. If that was all it took, I'd buy her a whole damn shoe store! But thoughts of shoes and shoe stores faded as my lips found her dewey flower. With a sigh I began devouring it, as I have so many times. As I licked, it was Cinda's turn to go weak. Her hand released my penis as she slumped into a quivering heap and allowed me to lick her to Heaven.

The storm increased in fury yet again, punctuating our carnal activities in the back seat of my shiny new Caddy. The sexual storm inside lasted another hour or so, the two of us fused and twined in various acts of mutual satiation. By the time we finished, the storm had long passed, but our ardor hadn't. We were both smeared with sexual juices and sweat, but smiling stupidly. Such is the look of love.

As we lay once again recuperating, I noticed the sticky stains on Old Betsy's interior. The seat...the carpeted floor...drying yellow-white stains everywhere. My brand new car. I thought I'd be upset....but I was far from it. It was appropriate that Cinda should help me Christen my new car. And I decided right then and there that the "Betsy" name wasn't right. Cinda had anointed my car for me, in a most pleasurable manner, and I owed it to her to honor her name. Hell, I might not even clean up the stains. Memories and all.

"Cin," I asked, smiling wistfully, absently licking one of her ankles.

"Yes, shoe boy?" she quipped, kissing my calf.

"I'm not sure Betsy is the right name for my car anymore. Would you mind if I gave it your name, instead... Cinda?" I never in a million years thought she'd go for it.

"Sure," she said, surprising me, "I'd be flattered. Besides, I kind of like the idea of you getting inside me and riding me every day." She winked a pretty eye at me, and I weakly winked back. She laughed - a sweet, approving laugh.

"Wow," I said, "I've been thinking the same thing. Getting inside you every day, for hours at a time. Mmmm....we do think alike, hon."

"Yes, we do," she said, "That's what makes us so good together."

"Yeah," I replied, the word trailing off into a happy sigh.

"C'mon, then," she said, "Let's get dressed, go inside and get my other shoes from butt-kissing Randy, and then go back to my place. I want to prance around for you in nothing but sexy shoes and make you my drooling shoe boy for the rest of the day." She sat up, leaned over, and kissed me, her gorgeous eyes melting my soul.

"Ohhhh.....yes, ma'am," I said, "shoe boy at your service!"

What did I ever do to get so lucky, I wonder? And could someone up above please let it last forever?

         END

"Vanilla Cream 2: Pumps to Humps" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003 



Vanilla Cream Ch. 03



  Vanilla Cream Ch. 3 - part 1

It's pretty much a given that Cinda is one of the hottest babes prancing around on two legs. All I have to do is look at her and I've got a pounding woody that's stretching my briefs (if I'm wearing them at the time, that is) nearly to the point of puncturing them. So, it's no wonder that our little sight seeing jaunt one fine late summer day turned steamy...and not from the blistering last hurrah of the weakening sun, either.

You see, I had a plan. I love plans. I have a wild imagination and love coming up with all sorts of little "diversions." And I've found that Cinda wouldn't have it any other way. Oh, yeah...she can match me fantasy for fantasy. Boy, did I ever hit the mother lode when I met her! God bless the Internet!

My plan actually began to germinate the same day that my sexy Pantiless Princess made me her willing "shoe boy" at the Winding Hills mall. Although my brain was pretty much just a steaming pot of bubbling, lusting gray matter, I do vaguely recall that Cin's dominant side came rushing to the fore. She teased me senseless with just about every part of her incredible body. Then, having reduced me to a drooling idiot, she had her way with me. She had me eating out of her hand (not to mention anyplace else she wanted my hungry mouth). She humbled me mercilessly, using my surging testosterone to whip me into submission. I was indeed her "shoe boy." Oh, to be sure, I loved every second of it. The rewards were worth every will-sapping tease, every condescending command from those sweet lips. I would've walked through a pit full of hissing vipers just to kiss her ankles...and she knew it. And I wasn't the least bit ashamed of it.

As erotic as that day was, it was nonetheless humbling. It's a bit embarrassing to realize that someone can do that to you, that another human being can reduce you to a mere dalliance, a plaything for their pleasure. Yes, I had some mind blowing orgasms, but still I'd allowed her to take total control of me. And again, though incredibly rewarding to be sure, that very day my wicked mind began planning its revenge. I just couldn't let Cinda think she could use me like that. As pleasant as it was, a man does have his pride. So, it was settled in my mind. The tasty trollop had to be "punished." I felt I needed to use her own decidedly overactive hormones to return the favor. The mere thought of it made me smile a Grinchlike grin.

I was amazed at the speed with which my brain conceived of my plan. It was like falling dominoes. Every time I thought of an idea, another immediately presented itself...and another...and another. When I first thought of all this, I was amazed at how much I could grin and giggle in just one short day. My mouth even hurt from all the snickering. Each idea I came up with seemed even better than the last.

The way to get to Cinda is through her orgasms. She generally cums so easily. Just suck one of her nipples or kiss her pretty bald kitty and she's likely to moan and cover you in sweet vanilla cream. Sometimes it's just that easy. Even yanking off one of her shoes and nibbling her toes can result in a sudden, impromptu eruption between her shapely legs! A warm mouth just about anywhere on her body will more than likely make her shiver and twitch and jerk, her creamy liquid spurting from her like an overactive geyser. And the more you can make her cum, the more she'll be receptive to further erotic play. She's like a living dynamo that feeds off its own energy, each orgasm making her want more...until she collapses from exhaustion. In short, if you can keep Cinda cumming, she's yours - lock, stock and barrel.

But I didn't want this to just be our usual cum marathon. No, this had to be special. I wanted to go for the Guinness Book on this one. I wanted to see just how many orgasms I could give her in one outing. And I wanted some spice. I wanted something that would drive her insane. I wanted to give her so much sexual stimulation at one time that her mind would go bye-bye. I wanted to give her orgasm after orgasm until she was dehydrated and nearly comatose. And after my humbling experience in the back seat of my shiny new car, I wanted to make Cinda MY plaything. But with Cinda's high threshold for erotic stimulation and repeated orgasms, I knew I'd have my hands full. 

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I couldn't possibly lick, suck, nibble and fuck every inch of her at the same time, enough to bring about the desired results - that being turning her mind to room temperature pudding - though it'd surely be worth risking death just to try. No, in order to truly humble the Goddess of Sex, I'd need some EXTRA stimulation, something above and beyond the norm. It would have to be something - if you'll pardon the play on words -"Cin-delicious"!

Then the final piece of the puzzle niggled at my brain. Cinda and I have talked openly about almost every form of sex, from D/s to group sex to fetishes to almost every known form of oral sex, to Kama Sutra, to all things Tantric, to, well, you name it. If it exists, we've talked about it at least once. So when I remembered Cinda's reaction to one particular discussion of two women having sex together, and how she was open to some experimentation along those lines, that final piece slipped snugly into place. My Grinchly sex grin ate up my face, and all that was left was to work out the details.

Enter Ramona. She's the type of tanned, exotic woman that men lose their minds over. An ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine, she'd never had any interest in me, per se, but she loved sex with multiple partners, and if I was to venture a guess, I'd say she preferred women to men, but only slightly. She was wild and willing to try almost anything. In fact, the only time she ever showed any interest in me was when my friend suggested we threesome together just a few months before they broke up. Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips. But I found out that her piqued interest was because she hoped that MY girlfriend at the time would join in, too. Sadly, I turned down that offer. To this day I'm not sure why. My only guess would be that I wasn't the accomplished horndog I am now. I suppose I've just improved with age?

My mind began picturing the exotic Ramona coupled with the incredibly delicious Cinda...with me thrown in for good measure. I was sure Ramona wouldn't be so much interested in me as with Cinda, but that was fine. As long as I had Cinda, I was happy with just about any situation. And while Ramona was busy on one part or another of Cinda, I'd be happy to play with other parts of her. There were plenty of succulent tidbits of Cinda to go around. And, oh, what a time Cinda would have! Between Ramona and myself, Cinda would cum and cum and cum and cum! And I'd get to see BOTH of them naked! And Cinda would be putty in our hands - and eventually MY hands - for her gratitude would surely know no bounds!

Okay, now I had possible help giving Cinda an infinite number of orgasms. Next, came the revenge part. After recruiting the assistance of Ramona, I'd need to make Cinda our willing captive, humble her while at the same time making her erupt over and over again, just as she did me in the mall parking lot. So it would have to be another of Cinda's favorite fantasies that was used for this purpose. Bondage. Oh, yes, I'd tie that little tart up on my king size, four-poster bed, and Ramona and I would have our way with her. I'd get to play with Cinda the way she played with me, and she'd get so many orgasms from it that she'd accept any kind of sex play I came up with. She'd be our willing sex slave. The possibilities were endless!

So, that was it, then. I had my plan. All I needed was the assistance of the shapely, buxom Ramona. I mulled over how to ask her if she wanted to play. In the end, I opted for the direct approach. I called her one night - thankful that she still had the same phone number as she did when she was my friend's lover - and asked to meet her the next day for lunch. She seemed hesitant at first, but when I told her a tiny bit of my plan she seemed intrigued. I told her the reason I wanted to meet her was to show her a picture of Cinda, assuring her that once she saw the picture she'd be as eager to play with my vanilla cream vixen as I always am. That did the trick nicely.

I knew Ramona would be willing. Once she was assured there'd be no problems of any kind, she was willing to look at the photo. I showed her one of my favorite pics of Cinda. When she saw Cinda's incredible looks, and her wicked smirk in the photo, she was just about chomping at the bit to see her naked. Her eyes twinkled as she nodded at me. "I'm in," she said, not even trying to hide the fact that she was hot for Cinda. If MY grin resembled our green, Grinchy friend, then Ramona's lip-curler smacked
 of lecherous ol' Satan himself!

The rest was easy. I found that setting someone up for a smorgasbord of sex was easy as pie. I wanted to do this in a hurry, so I set it up for the following weekend, barely able to contain myself. On several occasions I was so beside myself at the thought of my plan coming to fruition that I almost gave it away. In fact, Cinda nearly saw through the whole deal, asking me repeatedly things like, "All right, what are you up to?" and "Are you planning something, Mike?" At dinner one night, she said bluntly, "You've got something up your sleeve. What is it?" I just said I was happy to be with her. She saw through that, of course, but she didn't press it. I later found out that she thought I had bought her another pair of her favorite shoes like the ones I'd given her that day at the mall. Boy, was she off the mark!

Which finally brings me back to our sunny day of sight seeing. It was a hot day, but as evening came, a brisk, cool, late summer breeze refreshed and invigorated us. I looked at my watch as the sun began to dip below the distant peaks. It was 7:45 pm. Ramona would be arriving at my place around 9:00 pm. Taking travel time into consideration, I decided I better get the creamy one back to my humble abode soon. I sauntered up behind my lusty wench as she admired the approaching sunset.

She was dressed to kill, as always. Wearing a pair of ultra tight, low rise, off-white stretch capri pants that sat ever so teasingly midway up her curvaceous hips, Cinda's succulent ass screamed my name, her huggable cheeks begging to be squeezed and nibbled. Coming up close behind her, my right hand grabbed her right cheek, fingers splayed and fondling. Cinda looked up and back at me, a smile on her face.

"Feel good?" she asked.

"Always," I replied, my member stirring with conviction between my legs.

She turned, showing me once again the heaving chest I've become so fond of. Her white, lace-up, ruffled trim, deep V-neck peasant blouse barely kept her rising and falling, twin 42D's confined. My eyes once again fell in love with her cleavage. So deep, so inviting...I wanted to do a swan dive right into it, and nuzzle forever in the softness of her luscious globes. So busy was I staring between her breasts, that I almost leaned forward into her large, sombrero-like, wide-brimmed white hat, the shadow of which darkened Cinda's face and eyes, making them even more sultry and mysterious.

Sweat was forming on my brow, and Cinda wiped it away with soft fingertips. Seeing the lust growing in my eyes - and beneath the ever rising crotch of my pants - she began to tease. It is, after all, her way. She wouldn't be Cinda if she didn't try to get a "rise" out of a man.

"Smutty, you never mentioned my sexy shoes. Do you like them?"

She stepped back, and my eyes reluctantly left the chasm between her breasts, their gaze slowly moving downward. The capri pants ended about five inches above her ankles. Below those ankles, Cinda's feet, as tanned as her legs, were encased in white, crisscross design, four inch heel, strappy sandals. Her right leg sported a silver ankle bracelet. Her left middle toe sparkled with more silver, a shiny toe ring. Her toes, freshly pedicured, proudly flaunted their French tips. She wiggled them for emphasis. She was every inch the sultry angel in white, from her large white hat to the tips of her painted toes.

"Great shoes, hon...but, then, you ALWAYS wear great clothes. You know that."

"Yes, but it's nice to hear, just the same." Then she began, "Mikey, I think maybe we should head back to...."

I cut her off. I'm usually not one to do that, but I had the plan to think of. Nothing could stand in the way of the plan, not even my usual politeness and consideration. All that mattered that night was making Cinda cum over and over again, until she collapsed into sublime unconsciousness.

"Hon," I said, feeling myself grinning, "I have a surprise for you. I want you to come over to my place. The surprise is there."

"Ahhh," she replied, "I thought you've been acting very suspicious of late. I knew you were planning SOMETHING."

"Guilty, as charged," I said, again barely able to contain myself. 

"First, give me a hint. What's the surprise about?"

"Why, sex, of course. What else?"

"Well, no shit," she smirked, "but you're not getting off that easy. A little more info, please."

I grinned. I almost laughed. Leaning close to her, ducking under that Rings of Saturn brim, I whispered in her ear, "I've got the silkiest scarves I'd just looooove to tie you up with. Would you like that?"

I saw her eyes begin to sparkle. They changed color, from their usual intense blue to a slight hazel hue. I knew her hormones had begun to flow. Her mouth hung open in a half smile, and her chest began to heave...that lovely, lovely bosom inflating and deflating so enticingly.

"Oh my," she sighed, "I do believe you've got my interest, sir. And after you tie me up? What then?"

"Now, now, nosey one. Let's leave some of the surprise for later, shall we?"

"Are we gonna play 'shoe boy' again?" she persisted.

"Oh, no, hon....not by a long shot. Shoe boys don't tie pretty shoe shopping ladies up, now do they?"

"Hmm...I see your point. What then? Tell me what you have in mind." Eagerness was plastered all over her pretty face. She was just DYING to know the juicy details...details I had no intention of divulging until she was tied up - good and secure - and at the mercy (or lack thereof) of myself, and the horny Ramona.

"No, pretty lady. This is something you have to find out when we get there. Now, no more questions. Let's get to my car and hop on over to my place real quick, okay? I can't wait to show you all the surprises I have in store for you."

Taking Cinda by her French-manicured hand, I walked her briskly back to my car. My chest was heaving with just as much anticipation as Cinda's was, as I hopped in behind the wheel. I drove to my place without haste. I had enough time....plenty of time. But, I admit, my face was already beginning to become slightly sore at the cheeks, because I smiled broadly the entire way. And so, too, did Cinda. God, this was gonna be fun!

The entire drive to my place was filled with thoughts of what I was going to do to my Pantiless Princess. I had so many ideas and fantasies rolling around in my head that I thought sure it would explode. All I could do was grin. And every time Cinda looked over at me and saw that grin, her eyes would sparkle and change hue, glistening a gorgeous, lusty luster that made me breathe deeply and want to tear my pants off.

When we finally arrived at my place, Cin was like a little kid. She had no clue specifically what was going to happen, but she knew it was going to make her gush and moan. She was fidgety in a "let's hurry and do it" kinda way, smiling broadly, eyes twinkling, body...that gorgeous body...animated and jittery.

I deliberately played it cool (as cool as I could under the circumstances), letting her stew in her sexual juices. I loved seeing her like that, all horny and eager to play. There's nothing like seeing Cinda all charged up like that. She literally crackled with sexual energy. But I carried out my plan to the last detail, hoping everything would fall into place perfectly.

Walking up the stairs to my "den of carnal pleasures," I made sure she walked ahead of me. As that scrumptious ass wiggled in front of me, I made sure I stayed at eye level with it as I followed her up. As any normal, sane man would do, I made certain I reached up and fondled her cheeks as she ascended the steps. I even grabbed her hips a couple of times, holding her firmly in place while I leaned into her ass and kissed and nibbled it. She happily aided me in my butt-nibbling, bending over and wiggling her bottom playfully as I worked my lips and teeth all over it.

"Wooohooo! Gobble that ass, Mikey! Get yourself all hot for me, because you're going to have to do a LOT of pleasuring tonight!"

"Mmmmmph," my mouth mumbled as it made wet spots all over her low hung capri pants, and then gobbled equally as greedily above them, "Hon, you have no idea what you're in for tonight."

"Oooooh," she smirked, bending over further and shaking her butt in my face, "promises, promises."

It took us a while, but we made it up the stairs. At the landing, I stopped her, coming up against her from behind. I pushed my crotch against her bottom, pressing my already swollen firmness tightly against the chasm between those playful cheeks. I gyrated my hips, grinding into her. She responded by grinding back.

Slipping my hands around to her lush bosom, I slowly untied her quaint-but-sexy little peasant blouse. As the thin laces slipped from the first two holes and the laced front loosened a bit, I moved my hands up to the top of the frilly edge of the low cut breast area and worked my fingers beneath it. Slipping my hands downward slowly, I cupped her warm breasts and squeezed gently. Cinda moaned.

I worked my fingers forward to her delectably erect nipples, tweaking them...running my fingertips oh so gently around them in circle after circle. I pushed my crotch against her ass more firmly and ground myself into her so hard that her cheeks were making undulating, up and down motions as my hardness worked incessantly against them.

Continuing my grinding and nipple-play, I leaned forward, brushing my lips on Cinda's earlobe, breathing warm air slowly onto her ear and neck. Nibbling her ear lobe for just an instant, I whispered to her, "I'm going to take you into that bedroom, slowly strip you, and have my way with you."

Cinda sighed deeply, eyes shut, mouth open and panting lightly, her head cocked back a little, and her energized body still grinding into mine. She didn't reply. I didn't expect one.

I continued my erotic whispering in her ear. "And once I have you naked and begging for sex, I'm going to tie you to the bed by your hands and feet. I'm going to blindfold you so you'll never know what I'm going to do next. The anticipation alone will have you yearning to cum. Then...then you'll be mine, to play with as I see fit. I'll savor every inch of your body in any way I choose. My fingers, lips and tongue...and my oh, so hungry cock...will explore and tease every inch of you, inside and out...until you cum over and over and over again. All your most intimate, sensitive places I'll fondle and titillate. Every nook and cranny I'll kiss and lick. If you're a good girl, I'll let you suck me over and over again, until both ends of you are filled with my own tasty cream. And there's more...much more. I have a special treat for you that'll have you cumming so much you'll most likely end up in a coma! Oh, yeah, baby...I'm going to see just how many times I can make you cum. Yes, and I'm even going to keep track of your every orgasm, because you'll be so busy cumming over and over that your mind will be mush, and you'll totally lose track. But I'll keep count for you. I'll let you know later how many times you climaxed. Yeah, Cinda, babe...I'm going to do all that for you. This is going to be a cum marathon for you...but only if you're a good girl and do as I say."




Vanilla Cream Ch. 03



Cinda was gasping by that time, swallowing hard, sweating through her capri pants. Her breasts were moist in my grasp. She shivered and moaned so sweetly. I knew I had her. She was mine. I'd have her cumming before I even touched any of her favorite spots, she was so primed already. At that point, I could've pinched her nipples and had her cumming in her pants. But I wanted to wait...until I had her tied up on the bed, squirming and pleading for more. Oh, yeah...this would be worth even the frustration I myself was feeling at the moment.

She gave absolutely no resistance as I ushered her into the bedroom, fondling her breasts all the way, occasionally stopping to push my bulging crotch against her backside, kissing and licking her ears and neck. By the time we reached the bed (I doubt Cinda saw a single step of the trip, as her eyes were closed the entire way), I had her luscious breasts out of her blouse, the ties hanging down limply, moving about freely as I squeezed those succulent globes and encircled the swollen nipples with oh, so gentle fingertips. Cinda's moans and sighs were the most beautiful symphony to my ears.

She didn't open her eyes until we reached the bed. With my hands still fondling her breasts, I felt her tremble when she looked down and saw the four silk scarves and the single black blindfold. "Oh, my," she sighed, "are those for me?" She knew damn well they were. When I whispered a soft, slow, "Yes, my pretty pet," in her ear, she trembled again. Before that tremble had even subsided, I'd reached up and removed her hat. I did this quickly and deftly, as I did not want my fingers far from her heaving chest for any appreciable length of time. Her fiery mane cascaded down her back in curls of sultry fire. I tossed the hat across the room like a frisbee. It glided gently, landing softly on a nearby chair.

"Stay right where you are," I told her, my voice raising just a hair above the previous whisper. 

My hands fondled and teased her breasts as I slowly, but deliberately removed the sexy peasant blouse. As each inch of soft skin was bared, my lightly treading fingertips traced searing hot lines along it, sending chill after chill along Cinda's body. She was at once burning, and covered with goosebumps. They rose at will on her now naked belly and breasts. Her nipples seemed so hard and bulging that they'd soon jump completely off her glorious mounds. She licked her lips, her eyes having once again shut tightly, eyelids fluttering.

"Mmmmm, such delicious breasts," I again whispered, deliberately bathing her ear in my hot breath, "Once I get you tied to the bed, I'm going to suck them until you can't stand it anymore. I know you can have an orgasm just from having those beauties sucked, so that's my goal. Well, one of them." I gave my best evil chuckle into her ear. "Now, don't move," I ordered.

My hands moved downward, slowly, from those pouting nipples to her soft belly, fingertips briefly circling her navel. Then lower they roamed, playing just above the low hung waist of her pants. As I unbuttoned them, I again pushed against her from behind. She sighed, and her head lolled to one side.

Slowly I unzipped her pants, slipping one hand down into them, feeling the soft skin of her shaved pubic area. As my fingers reached the beginning of her sex, they felt the moisture there. They traced a quick path along her hot, moist slit. True to her delectable nature, she wore no panties. 

Not content with one quick circuit along her slit, my fingers traced several round trips along her lips, barely touching them. Cinda moaned and squirmed. I kissed and nuzzled her neck. I nibbled it. I sighed steamily into her ear.

Reluctantly, my fingers left her steaming honeypot to find the waist of her now opened pants. They were tight, so I had the delicious task of working them slowly over her hips and buttocks. It was pure delight to watch that adorable ass slowly coming into view, the soft cheeks seeming to tease as they stubbornly refused to come out of hiding. But expose them I did.

With a final tug of her pants, that kissable ass burst free. I could almost hear it sigh it's freedom. And God, what a gorgeous derriere it is. Lowering Cinda's pants far enough to completely free that succulent bottom, I wasted no time in getting my hands on it. I groped it boldly, feeling its softness, its smoothness. I openly fondled those cheeks, kneading them, moving the flesh around with both fingers and palms. They are just such a joy to touch.

As a last evil machination, I spread those globes slightly with my fingers. Then I pushed myself against her again, letting Cinda feel the hardness between my legs as it invaded that warm crevice. She pushed back against me and sighed. I reached around, one hand and forearm across her belly while my other hand tickled teasingly above her hairless mound, and pulled her hard against me. I grinded against her, moving my hips back and forth, up and down, feeling the warmth of her ass around my bulging crotch. When the fingers playing on her mound crept knowingly back into to her pussy, they felt more moisture than ever there. I would've bet that if I'd kept that up, I could've gotten Cinda to cum heavily just from that alone.

But I wanted her first orgasm to be explosive, nearly making her pass out from the intensity. So, slowly, I ceased my gyrations...for now. I had more teasing yet in store for the lovely Cinda. And it would begin immediately.

Keeping my arm around her belly, I reached back with the other hand and unzipped my pants. Reaching in, I pulled out my throbbing member and held it against Cinda's right cheek. She recognized the source of the warm, pulsing sensation instantly. Again she trembled, and she reached a hand back to grab my cock.

"No," I said, letting go of myself to grab her hand, stopping its attempt to capture my penis. "You're my playtoy now, Cin. You just be a good girl and let me play...my way. You'll have your chance....but only if you do as you're told."

She sighed, disappointed, but knew me well enough to trust my judgment. Her hand went back to its position on the bed, where all ten fingers resumed digging deeply into the blanketed mattress. Bent over slightly, she again gyrated her hips, eager to feel my firm cock against her cheek again.

After rubbing my erect muscle all over both her cheeks, I did something deliciously wicked. Still holding her by the waist, I turned slightly to one side and ran my engorged head along her butt cleavage. Up and down, slowly running the hot helmet along its length. Cinda squirmed as if trying to get it in deeper. So, I accommodated her. I pushed it in about a half inch, forcing it up and down between her cheeks with a firm, guiding hand. Cinda surprised me, pushing back suddenly and forcefully, and my burning hardon plunged deeply into her earthy chasm. So, if that was what she wanted, I thought, I'd play along.

I held my cock firmly in hand and pulled Cinda back against me, letting it slip in deeper still between those lovely cheeks. I worked my hips in a circular motion, at the same time thrusting forward, holding her firmly in place by her waist. The result was as if we were having anal sex, but not penetrating completely. And using my hand, I roughly ran my cock up and down her crack, deep inside it. I delighted in the warmth of her ass surrounding my penis. It was incredible! I'd never done this with Cinda before, and I was beginning to like it...very much.

By this time, Cinda had leaned forward onto the bed, her mattress-clawing fingers having long since been replaced by her forearms. She was bent over with her bottom nicely displayed to me, and I continued to explore its depths with my throbbing erection. 


I was about to give in and thrust my cock deep inside her enticing hole, when I happened to look up and notice the clock on the dresser across the room. Ramona would be arriving shortly. I had to get Cinda tied and blindfolded by the time she entered the game, or the surprise would be gone.

Taking my almost bursting penis from between those warm, sexy cheeks was one of the most difficult things I've ever done. I had to comfort myself with the knowledge that this one minor disappointment aside, this evening was going to be incredible. I wouldn't say it was a small price to pay, considering how primed my cock was to plunder Cinda's ass, but it was an ACCEPTABLE price, in light of what was to come.

As I removed my somewhat disappointed tool from her bottom, Cinda gave a small moan of sadness as well. I needed to quickly get her back in the game. One hand leapt up to again tweak a nipple, while the other slipped between Cinda's legs from behind, fingers playing in the moist folds between her legs. As I lightly pinched and prodded her nipple, talented fingers probed her sweet treasure. Cinda quickly forgot the near rear entry and began to happily gyrate on my wiggling fingers.

Next, in a wild flurry of activity, I released both nipple and pussy, and tugged her pants roughly down her legs. On my knees behind her, I worked the tight pants down thighs and calves. With the pants wrapped around her ankles, I lifted first one foot, then the other, whisking off the sexy high heeled slides. Knowing the pleasure Cinda gets from having her toes sucked, I briefly held each foot up to my mouth, nibbling the toes quickly and sucking the big ones. When she sighed and squirmed, I knew I'd hit paydirt. Once the shoes were gone and the toes nibbled, I finished removing those sexy, tush-and-leg-hugging pants. 

Lifting each leg again, I easily removed the pants from her gorgeous legs. That's when I realized that, on my knees behind her as I was, that nearly poked rear end was directly at eye - and mouth - level. My eyes widened, my brain kicked into overdrive, and my mouth came alive. Grabbing the outer curve of each cheek, I reversed the previous spreading trend and instead squeezed them together. With those sweet cheeks thus securely held, I dove forward, kissing, licking and sucking on them. I kissed them every way an object CAN be kissed. I licked them slow and sensual, and fast and furious. I nibbled them, nuzzled my face in them, and attacked them with my teeth. I gave them bold, purple hickeys. And I nearly came doing it. I had thoughts of pulling her legs apart and diving between them, eating her sticky treat from behind. But, again, time and the plan stopped me in my tracks. I would surely get to taste that ass again, as well as the sweet vanilla snack beneath it. Now just wasn't the time. So, breathing heavily, barely able to get myself to a standing position, I rose, giving up my oral quest to find the tastiest parts of Cinda...for now. It's rather a moot point anyway. EVERY part of Cinda is mouthwatering.

I leaned forward, again whispering into a lovely ear. "Does my dripping slut want a nice orgasm?" I asked as wickedly as I could - which was difficult, because my brain hadn't yet accepted the denial of its urges to feast on Cinda. My hands again busied themselves with her lush breasts, sinful ass and ever so sweet honeypot, each finger trying its best to drive her insane.

Her besotted face was lying flat on one cheek on the bed. Her eyelids were shut, but I could see her eyes rolling dreamily beneath. Her mouth hung open, lips glistening in the lower corner, drool imminent. She had to lick her lips before she could speak. "Ohhhh, yes, Smutty.....orgasm.....oh, yesssss..."

Abruptly, I stopped playing with her receptive body. Her eyes popped open, as yet unfocussed. The previously closed eyelids blinked their bewilderment. Finally, her eyes focussed and her pupils aimed themselves in my direction. The lost look on her face was priceless. But before I lost her lustful attention, I made my bid.

"If you want your orgasms...and I do mean that as a pleural...get your cute ass up on the bed and spread eagle. Do it now, Cin. Hurry up, if you want to cum. Chop chop!"

Cinda's eyes narrowed, her brow furrowed. She looked at me as if she was going to rise up and slap me into the middle of next week. But behind that willful countenance was a look of expectation. Her eyes glittered, and began to change color again. That's when I knew I had her. In her current condition, she'd do almost ANYTHING to have an orgasm. Just as she'd bossed me around in the back-seat of my car on "shoe shopping day," I now had her dancing to MY tune. It was exhilarating beyond words. And, Lord O'Mercy, what a boner I had!

"Up!" I said smugly. "Up pretty slut...on the bed and spread 'em, or no orgasms. If you do as you're told, you'll have so many orgasms you'll be dehydrated for a week. Your choice." I held up the silk scarves and dangled them teasingly like doggie treats before a drooling pup, sneering wickedly. God, this was fun!

Cinda's look of defiance quickly vanished. Looking at the dangling scarves, she licked her lips. Her eyes seemed to be changing colors rapidly, smoldering hazels, blues and greens. She smiled broadly. Catlike, she crawled onto the bed, wiggling her butt for my benefit - her last feeble attempt at regaining control. God, how I wanted to chomp on that ass! Or finish the penile prodding I'd started earlier.

With no hesitation other than the fanny wiggle, she moved to the center of the bed and sprawled on her back, spreading her arms and legs out wide. She was giddy, eager...ready. For anything.

Grinning the entire time, I tied her arms up over her head, one to each of the thick posts at either end of the ornate headboard. Looking at her position on the bed and calculating, I decided that for certain purposes it would be better if she were positioned at the foot of the bed. So I got up on the mattress and grabbed her by the waist. I slid her down to the foot of the bed, stretching her bound arms nearly to their limit. When her bottom was even with the foot of the bed, overhanging just slightly beyond the footboard, I decided her position was just right. Next, making sure her arms were in no real discomfort, I then proceeded to tie her legs to the posts on the ends of the footboard. I made the distance from posts to ankles short, so her legs would be spread wide. Ripe for the plucking. That sweet pussy had to be offered up for all kinds of fun...for both myself, and the lusty Ramona. Besides, Cinda was going to be having so many orgasms, it might be better to not have the bedspread completely soaked too early on.

Completing Cinda's bondage, I sneered down at her. "Such a pretty little slut pussy. Now we can begin to play. Are you ready to cum over and over again, until you pass out?" Cinda's head bobbed eagerly. She was squirming with anticipation.

"All right, then," I said, "one final touch." I got up on the bed again, straddling her abdomen. I tied the blindfold around her eyes, making sure it was secure and she was indeed sightless. Then I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. She sucked at my mouth hungrily, already filled to the brim with passion. 

As if on cue, there was a knock on the front door. I was beside myself at how well timed it had turned out. Yes, the signal was right. Three quick raps, then three slow. Ramona was here. Play time.

As per the plan, I didn't reply to the knock. But when Cinda heard it, she exclaimed, "Oh, fuck! Who can that be! Whoever it is, get rid of them RIGHT NOW, Mike! I'm going to explode here!"

"Relax," I said, making sure her bonds were secure, "that's my surprise for you."

"Wha....?" Cinda said, too horny to comprehend, and getting more irritated by the nanosecond.

The clack clack clack of Ramona's heels came ever closer, ascending the stairs. Cinda, still befuddled, started to protest. "Someone's coming, Mikey...get rid of them! I mean it, I'm really ready here! I'm not playing games!"

I had to hold back my laughter. In good time Cinda would understand, and she'd thank me for everything. Just a few moments more...

Ramona entered, striking a sultry pose in the doorway to the bedroom. She didn't have much on, but she wouldn't need clothing anyway. She looked at me with questioning eyes, waiting to see how I was going to play her entrance and participation in the festivities.

I leaned down and whispered into Cinda's ear, "Remember how we talked about how you'd like to explore sex play with another woman?"

Hesitantly, she nodded. She immediately bit her lip, as if some part of her knew what was coming.

"Well, I'd like you to meet Ramona. Between myself and her, we're going to spend the better part of this evening making you cum from every conceivable form of erotic play we can devise. If you would rather not have Ramona join in, just say so, and we've agreed in advance that she'll just leave. In that case, I'll do my best to rock your world all by my lonesome. But if you'd really like to explore possibilities with another woman, all you have to do is introduce yourself to Ramona, and tell her how pleased you are to have her here. The choice is yours, Cin. Shake your head for 'no' or tell Ramona you're happy to have her here. Whatever you decide is how we'll play it."

There was a pause. Cinda turned her face toward me as if she could see me. For a split second, it appeared she was going to shake her head. But then her face flushed. Another pause. I felt her body tremble beneath my straddling legs. She sighed, then smiled. She turned her head toward the doorway.

"Nice to meet you, Ramona. I hope to actually see you, too, at some point. But, Mike knows me and I trust his judgment in these matters. So, it's really, REALLY nice to have you here. Welcome to our prurient little world."

Ramona replied, "And you're quite a beauty, Cinda. It's wonderful to meet you, as well. Would you mind terribly if I got....comfortable?"

"Not at all, Ramona. Please do," Cinda answered, another shudder racking her body. Her initial apprehension had apparently become barely subdued enthusiasm faster than I could've snapped my fingers!

That's when I knew this was all going to work perfectly. Watching Ramona undress, I sat beside my bound honey and likewise began to disrobe. Cinda's cum-fest-orgy-marathon was on...!

As I took off every stitch of clothing I had on, I watched Ramona slowly remove what little she wore. She kicked off her spike heels, lifted her tube top up over her head and dropped it on the floor, and then unzipped her cutoff shorts, letting them fall beside her top. She stepped out of them, walking over to the bed with a purpose. Though she was flattered and mildly turned on by my approving looks, her main focus was Cinda. Her pale, blue-gray eyes blazed with lust as she eyed my naked captive.

Sidling up alongside the bed, Ramona reached out her hands, touching Cinda's neck, then letting her fingers caress slowly along her flesh till both hands reached her heaving breasts. Cinda immediately sighed and arched her back a bit.

As I watched Ramona licking her lush, red lips, I couldn't help but wonder why she'd left her panties on. It wouldn't be long before I'd know the answer. Apparently, the exotic Ramona also likes a little spice with her sex play. In the meantime, I watched her caress Cinda's body, a longing look sweeping across her face.

"Tasty looking tits, eh, Ramona?" I said with a wink.

"Oh, yes," she replied, again licking her lips, "very tasty indeed."

"Well," I prodded, "Cinda here can have an orgasm just from having her nipples sucked."

"Is that right?" she sighed, her eyes fixed on the closest hardened nipple.

"Yes, it is. And I'm willing to bet that between the two of us, if we each suck a nipple, we can have Cinda exploding inside of five minutes."

"Mmmm....you mean we each suck one of these sweet delicacies?" she asked, pinching the nipple nearest her, tugging on it slightly.

"That would drive her crazy, I guarantee it." I said, feeling my already prominent woody rise and throb just a tad more...if that was even possible.




Vanilla Cream Ch. 03



Ramona stopped pulling and teasing Cinda's nipple and leaned down close to her face. Whispering in a sultry, vixenish voice, she said, "Is that true, Cinda dear? Would you like these lovely tits sucked on by Mike and me? Would that make you feel good?"

Cinda's head bobbed in eager agreement. "Oh, that would be just lovely," she said, the words coming in labored gasps. She was squirming, her hands and feet straining at her bonds. Ramona and I watched her squirming with sadistic pleasure.

"Ladies first," I said to Ramona, indicating to her that Cinda's breast was hers for the taking.

Ramona wasted no time. She was up on the bed instantly, bent over, her eager mouth licking and sucking Cinda's emminently edible boob, lavishing attention on the large, succulent nipple. I watched her devour Cinda's lush globe for a few seconds before joining in. Lying next to Cinda, I clamped my own mouth over her free breast and began orally worshipping its every curve.

Cinda lay there moaning, her head lolling back and forth. Ramona voraciously kissed and sucked her right breast, while I hungrily mouthed her left. Occasionally, Ramona and I would glance at each other, finding some odd pleasure in watching another mouth devouring Cinda's nippled treats. But mostly we concentrated on lavishing oral pleasure on them. Cinda just squirmed and moaned.

Ramona and I seemed to be on similar wavelengths, though we plied our talents at different times. While she licked in circles all around Cinda's goosebumping aureola, I was sucking and nibbling the very tip of her nipple, my teeth holding it captive for lips and tongue. When I gave her nipple a break and began savoring her lush and tasty breast flesh, Ramona became obsessed with her nipple, sucking it hard, biting it, lapping it hungrily. In the end our efforts became coordinated, as we simultaneously sucked her nipples with vigor, pulling them deeply into our hot mouths and stretching them to their limits.

As I'd predicted, the dual attack of persistent mouths on both her lovely breasts simultaneously was more than she could take. But just to move things along a bit, I added the extra stimulation of lightly stroking her belly and inner thighs with my fingertips as I sucked that delectable nipple. Circliing, lapping tongues; nipping, tugging teeth; and sucking lips were too much for the wriggling Cinda. When I could tell she was close, I moved my thigh stroking hand up to her glistening sex. And all I had to do was lightly stroke a single finger along her wet-lipped slit, back and forth, just a few times, and all hell broke loose.

Cinda arched her back, opening her mouth wide and moaning loudly. Air rushed into her lungs as if she'd just risen from being under water and had been holding her breath for several minutes. It was a long, deep, lung-filling gasp. She tensed, lifting her sweating ass off the bed. She thrashed about, hopping like a wild, bucking bronco. Her legs strained mightily against the unyielding scarves and she screamed, "Oh, my God! Oh, God! God, Mikey....YES!!"

I suddenly felt my hand bathed in warmth. With each bounce of Cinda's bottom on the bed, that warmth was renewed. Touching her pussy lips lightly, I could feel her entire genital area spasming as she erupted again and again. I kept sucking my nipple as I watched and felt Cinda's orgasm. While I sucked wordlessly, Ramona, obviously caught up in the taste of another woman's breasts, began gasping dirty words into Cinda's ear.

"Oh my....Cinda.....you have such...delicious tits! Mike was right...about you! I could suck your tits all night!" Those words seemed to fuel Cinda's orgasm all over again, and she bucked and moaned with even more fury. I took advantage of the pandemonium to reach around and fondle that incredible ass I've come to know and love. In fondling it, I realized how fortunate it was that I'd positioned her the way I had, for even that bouncing bottom was liberally spattered and dappled with cum.

Her passion having been pent up since our afternoon stroll, Cinda's orgasm was like a bottle of soda that had been shaken before it was opened...a backed up burst of explosive force. It lasted, however, much longer than an opened bottle of shaken soda. So long, in fact, that I stopped sucking her breast to sit back and watch her buck, moan and cream all over the place.

I noticed that Ramona had sat back to watch the fun, also. We looked at each other, acknowledging a mutually well done job. And together we watched Cinda's climax subside, peering between her tied, upraised legs to watch her vanilla scented fluids pulsing from her slit and dribbling down to her bottom. It's such an incredible thing to watch another human being orgasm...especially a cum-machine like Cinda.

At length, I slipped off the bed. I padded on naked feet over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. From it I took a small pen knife. And I did what I'd said earlier I would do. I began keeping track of Cinda's orgasms. Moving to the foot of the bed, grinning as I saw my lady's still dribbling pussy between her upraised legs, I knelt down at the footboard. I found a flat, straight portion of it about two feet long that eventually ended up fitting into the bedpost, and decided this would be the "scorecard" area. Flicking open the knife, I carved a short, thin notch in the wood.

"Orgasm number one," I said, grinning at both Ramona and the unseeing Cinda.

Ramona looked down at our recovering play-toy. Her eyes once again caressed the bound beauty's body. "Should we let her recover for a bit?" she asked.

"Oh, no," I replied, "Cinda loves to be kept cumming and cumming. Don't you, Cinda babe?"

Still squirming, Cinda snaked out her tongue and licked her lips. Her smile was unmistakable. Her body still quaked with the occasional tremor.

My eyes twinkled as I said to Ramona, "Ramona, come down here to the foot of the bed. The view down here is just incredible."

Grinning from ear to ear, Ramona got off the bed and joined me at the footboard between Cinda's raised, spread wide legs. Together we admired her glistening, shaved pussy. Each employing one hand, we probed and explored Cinda's soft, pink flesh. I then spread her wide open and Ramona used the tips of her fingers to play in those dripping petals. Then she inserted two fingers deep into Cinda, eliciting a long, low moan. Receiving that favorable response, Ramona then inserted a third finger...and began sliding them in and out of her, slowly. 

"Oh," I said to Ramona, "and just so you know...that pussy is not only gorgeous, but just about the tastiest thing I've ever eaten. Maybe you'd like a taste?" Cinda squirmed and sighed. Ramona's eyes brightened like twin seas of fire.

"Really? Hmmm...now there's an idea. But what about Cinda? Would she mind if I put my fingers and tongue in there?"

"Oh, I'm sure she would love it. It's one of her favorite things. But if you don't believe me, just ask HER."

Smiling, Ramona slowly removed her probing fingers from Cinda and stood up. Again, she leaned down to whisper to the bound beauty. "Cinda, honey. Mike says it would be okay if I licked your pussy for a while. Would you mind terribly? Would you mind if I licked that sweet, creamy pussy of yours? I'd just looooove to taste it. I promise I'll eat it really, REALLY nice for you."

Cinda's legs strained at the knotted scarves. She squirmed and sighed still more. Her toes curled at the simple thought of having her pussy devoured, even moreso because of the taboo aspect of having another woman do it. But all her poor mouth could say was "Ohhhhhh........" Her constant gasping and swallowing precluded any other speech.

Now it was my turn. I got up, moved to Cinda, and whispered in her other ear. "And maybe, hon, while Ramona is being nice enough to lick between your legs, just maybe you'd like a nice juicy snack of your own? Maybe you'd like to suck a nice hot, throbbing, rock hard cock?"

Cinda's head shot over into my direction, nearly clipping my chin with her own. Her mouth hung open, unspeaking, but saying so much. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," I said, kissing her on the mouth.

While I kissed Cinda's open mouth, Ramona moved to her position between her legs. Down on her knees, she again began to fondle that brazenly displayed slit and the surrounding, dewey rose petals. Cinda moaned hotly into my mouth when Ramona's tongue diligently lapped up the evidence of her previous orgasm.

When Ramona began kissing Cinda's pussy, I again asked my lady that all important question, but this time I was dirty about it. Cinda likes dirty talk. Oh, yes...she loves it.

"Does my tied up, horny slut want to suck my cock? Would she like a nice mouthful of it? And some nice balls to kiss and lick and suck on, too? If you do, just keep your mouth open and I'll give it what it wants. I'll put my big, thick, hard cock way down deep into it and see if I can't fill it all up with something hot, sweet and sticky." Cinda trembled and sighed.

I got up on my knees on the bed beside her. I watched Ramona lapping happily between her legs, stroking myself to get my penis to full length and girth. Cinda kept her mouth wide open, licking her lips, waiting impatiently.

Reluctantly turning my back to the pussy-lapping going on at the foot of the bed, I straddled Cinda once again, my knees on either side of her shoulders and my naked ass cheeks brushing the tops of her breasts. My testicles rested comfortably on her heaving sternum.

I leaned forward and began rubbing my hardened cock around on first her left cheek, then her right. Each time, she turned her head toward the sensation, mouth open, hoping to catch it in her mouth. I evaded her attempts, and continued rubbing my penis all over her face. I rubbed it under her nose, letting her inhale its mild scent. I rubbed the head all around her opened lips, but didn't allow her to gobble it up inside them. I leaned further forward still, slipping the head under the blindfold and rubbing it around her eyes, letting my swollen sack dangle on her lips and nose. Cinda strained at her bonds. I had no way of knowing if it was from mad desire to get my cock in her mouth, or from the rapture of Ramona's obviously skilled lips and tongue. Oh, yes, that was a woman who'd tasted other women before.

It didn't matter. Cinda was in full throttle again, and I loved it. I turned sideways a little and ran my cock lengthwise along her lips, the shaft gliding smoothly between their moist softness. I allowed her to suck on the shaft, licking it with her tongue, because I knew it would be impossible for her to get it into her mouth from that angle anyway. I wanted to tease her.

After playing with her mercilessly for what seemed eons, I took pity on her. I placed the throbbing head of my penis right at the opening of her mouth. I held it there. As soon as Cinda picked up on the fact that it was no longer moving, she lunged her head forward, capturing that engorged helmet between her lips. She slurped at it hungrily.

"Lick it nice," I said cruelly, "Lick it nice, little slut-bunny. Nice...like Ramona's licking you."

I laughed as Cinda started licking the shaft, tongue flat and bathing it so warmly and sensually. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hot, wet tongue lapping slowly along my member. Her panting breath felt wonderful on the underside of my cock, wafting humidly down to my dangling jewels, so I let the lapping go on for quite some time. After all, Cinda seemed to be having a lovely time. Every now and then her body would quake and I would turn to see what Ramona was doing. It WAS a tag-team effort, after all.

As Cinda licked my penis with gusto, Ramona had her pussy lips spread wide and her face was buried deep within her moist, pink flesh. Her head bobbed with the effort she was putting into eating Cinda's vanilla cream treat. Her tongue moved like a serpent, darting to and fro, flicking almost as fast as a hummingbird's noiseless wings. She slurped and gobbled every dripping petal of that succulent rose. Her fingers again explored deep inside Cinda's opening, stroking her inner walls while her mouth sucked and licked outside. Cinda's legs were visibly quaking, her ankles tugging determinedly at the knotted silk around them.

I knew all I had to do was sink my raging hardon deep into her mouth and she'd cum like Old Faithful. With a grin, I did just that. Lifting myself off her heaving bosom, I leaned forward on my knees and braced myself with one hand against the wall above the headboard. My other hand directed the head of my cock directly into Cinda's eager mouth. She latched onto it hungrily, taking it deep into her mouth. I pushed down with my hips, sending it deeper still. She sighed. Her mouth was so full of saliva at that point, that my thrusting cock made slurping noises as it went in and out, in and out.

Suddenly, Cinda's arms and legs strained mightily, her whole body convulsing. She bucked and whined and wailed. She quaked and shuddered. Keeping my cock in her mouth, I turned to look down at Ramona. With a delighted smile on my face, I watched as Cinda creamed all over Ramona's lapping mouth. But Ramona kept licking. She now appeared to be sucking Cinda's clit, lapping at it with that hummingbird-fast tongue. Her hand was visibly slamming in and out of Cinda's spurting pussy. Cinda squealed with glee around my thrusting shaft.

"Oh, yeah, cum for me, Cinda!" Ramona yelled between licks. She had one hand down between her own legs and was obviously manipulating herself to an imminent orgasm of her own. Enthralled, I watched her shoulders jerk and her back tighten. She slumped face forward into Cinda's erupting sex, still lapping and still playing with herself. She screamed into the gushing slit.

I waited for Cinda's orgasm to subside before I made my move. When I felt like her orgasm had ended, and this would count as an entirely new orgasm, I started thrusting my penis into her mouth hard and fast. "Oh, yeah, suck me, Cindababe....suck me good! I can't wait to cum right down your throat and let you swallow every sweet drop C'mon, Cindababe...NOBODY gives blowjobs like you! Suck me dry!!!"

Cinda started squirming all over again. Her mouth seemed to get hotter around my plunging scepter. She snorted while she sucked, able to breathe only through her nose. Again she bucked and strained against the scarves. I held her head and continued thrusting into her mouth. I knew that this time I was going to cum, too.

Just before I exploded I again looked down at Ramona. Her face dripping wet, she was still lapping every inch of Cinda's pussy! That's when everything got hazy. I had to turn my attention fully to my own imminent orgasm. Holding Cinda's head with one hand, I used the other for support, bracing it against the wall above the headboard again. I grunted loudly as I filled her mouth with hot spurts that ripped from me with such force that I thought my sack had imploded. I felt a thousand marauding chills as I came. I could feel each screaming volley as it began in my testicles and tore through me into Cinda's waiting, hungry mouth.

Cinda experienced her third orgasm, vanilla scented cream again anointing Ramona's eager lips. And Ramona, based on her sudden, loud moans, once again gushed around her digging fingers. Nirvana all around. It couldn't have been more perfect.

I kept pumping into Cinda's lovely mouth until I was spent. When my climax had run its course, I was delightfully surprised to find the ever-hungry Cinda lustily lapping every drop of cum off of every inch of my genital area. She left no stone unturned in her quest to "clean me up." Such a nice touch. 

Shortly thereafter, Cinda ceased moving completely. So completely, in fact, that I found myself checking to see if she was still breathing. As I slowly withdrew my slickened rod from her mouth, I looked down to see Ramona slumped at the foot of the bed, her spattered cheek resting against Cinda's inner thigh. She smiled dumbly...the smile of sexual satisfaction. I looked back at Cinda's face. That same smile was there. And as I slid off Cinda and lay on my back next to her, I realized...that same dumb smile was plastered all over my own face.

Eventually, I had the strength to get up off the bed. I once again opened the pocket knife. Two more tiny notches were etched into the footboard. Ramona watched as I made them, grinning at me. Then Ramona smiled wickedly and said, simply, "Hey, I feel left out."

"Why?" I grinned, having an idea what might be coming.

"Well, Cinda sucked you, I sucked Cinda...but, no one's sucked me. I don't think that's very fair."

I almost laughed. "You're right," I said, "that's NOT fair. I would suck you myself, Ramona, but next up on MY list is to slip my big boy here into this tasty pussy you just licked....and did a mighty fine job of, if I must say. So, how are you going to get YOUR pussy licked? I'll be busy humping Cinda raw. So, who is there who's left to lick it?"

A soft chuckle was heard from somewhere above Cinda's still hardened nipples. "Oh, please, Mike..." Cinda giggled between sticky ips, "don't be so dramatic. It's obvious what you two have in mind. A backward teenager could figure it out. And hey, I'm game. No reason to be coy, here."

"Mmmmm.....looks like I have my volunteer," Ramona quipped. With that, she got up off the floor and walked around to the side of the bed. Climbing onto it, she quickly straddled Cinda's chest where I'd been only a few minutes ago....but facing Cinda's legs whereas I'd been facing her head. Lowering herself, she rubbed the moist crotch of her panties in Cinda's face. "Cinda dear," she cooed, "would you mind using your perfect teeth to remove my panties for me, please?"

With giggling and chuckling all around, most of it coming from the silk-gnawing Cinda, the skimpy panties were laboriously removed. It was a total hoot to watch, and yet...extremely sexy. 

Once Cinda had gotten the panties over the soft curves of Ramona's ass cheeks, Ramona, wanting to speed things along, removed them the rest of the way herself. Now panty free, she sat on Cinda's chest and rubbed her slickened patch on Cinda's breasts, taking first one nipple, then the other, between her wet lips and sliding them along her slit. I watched in total awe as Ramona slowly slid forward and back, forward and back, from breast to heaving breast, juices from her crotch dribbling from Cinda's nipples down her already sweat-glistening globes. I don't think Cinda was sure what exactly was happening at first, but it didn't take her long to catch on. And she'd quickly taken to Ramona's behind, leaning forward to kiss and nibble it. Both women had ecstatic smiles on their faces. Ramona's eyes were dreamily closed, Cinda's undoubtedly the same beneath the barrier of the blindfold. I could've watched this all night, but Ramona spoke, ripping me from my guilty fascination.

As she slowly moved her slit from nipple to nipple, Ramona asked, "Cinda dear, will this be the first time you've ever eaten pussy?" Her voice was sticky sweet.

"Um.....yes....but I'm sure I can hold my own. I know how I like MY pussy licked," Cinda boldly professed.

"Mmmm....splendid. Then if you don't mind, I'll be sitting on your face for a bit. And you can do for me what I just did for you. You don't MIND eating my pussy, do you?"

"'Course not, Ramona. I'll bet I can make YOU feel as good as you and Mike just made ME feel."

"Super. I'm going to love THIS!"

"Meanwhile, Cinda babe," I interjected, "I'm going to fill you up from this end...with a nice firm cock, instead of a tongue. You won't mind, will you? I mean, you're not against a good, hard fucking from a man, now that you've been introduced to female love, are you?"

"Not at all, studly one," she replied, "bring it on." Still shrouded in darkness by the blindfold, Cinda smiled into the lowering carpet she couldn't see coming. But she could feel the heat of Ramona's pussy, and knew it was enticingly near to her already flushed face. She braced herself for the new experience of tasting woman flesh.




Vanilla Cream Ch. 03



I watched, awestruck again, as Ramona lowered herself onto Cinda's eager smile. As that furry patch came nearer and nearer to Cinda's mouth, I opened her still drenched pussy with no-nonsense fingers and entered her, slipping my throbbing penis as deeply into her as I could. And the fun began anew.

Suddenly, as I watched the enfolding tableau, all seemed to stop....as if someone had stabbed their finger on our sexual "pause" button. I noticed with a perverse glee that Ramona's bottom was hovering over Cinda's head. The only thing in the scene that was still moving was Cinda's tongue, which had instinctively popped, probing and wiggling, out of her mouth, ready for action. I looked up at Ramona's face, seeking a clue to the cessation of carnal activity. She was grinning wickedly...and I knew that was a good thing.

Ramona raised her bottom, moving it away from that searching tongue. She leaned forward and looked down at Cinda's face between her legs. Reaching behind herself, her fingers sought, and found, the blindfold that banned sight from Cinda's lovely eyes. Lifting it just enough to raise it, Ramona slid the blindfold back, onto Cinda's forehead, and let it come to rest there. Cinda's eyes blinked several times, her pupils and retinas adjusting to the sudden rush of light into her eyes. When they focused, the first things they saw were Ramona's moist bush and the bottom third of her ass. From my vantage point, in the few moments before Ramona sat down, I could see Cinda's eyes fly wide open - obviously approvingly - and her jaw drop, her previously active tongue now hanging lazily out one side of her mouth.

Looking down at her between her legs, Ramona said with a grin, "You said you hoped you'd actually get to see me. Well, here I am, Cinda. Like the view?"

Cinda said nothing, but her eyes twinkled with erotic delight. That whole scene as I saw it from where I stood, made me harder than ever, and I grabbed Cinda's hips and started rotating my hips back and forth and side to side, moving my near titanium muscle all around inside her. Cinda's eyelids fluttered. She was going ga-ga again...at warp speed.

Looking at me, Ramona said with a wink, "I firmly believe that a woman should SEE what she's eating. What do you think, Mike?"

I was getting harder by the second. With a wicked grin and a return wink, I replied, "I agree. And next time I let her suck me, I'm going to let her see me up close just like you're doing. But, for now, I think Cinda enjoys the view just fine."

Smiling broadly, Ramona gave one last look between her legs and said, "Oh, and nice to meet you, too, Cinda. Bon appetite." And then she sat down. Cinda's sigh was cut short by Ramona's dripping muff plopping down onto her mouth.

Cinda was dripping wet again, her juices sloshing freely around my penis. I watched with both amusement and excitement as Ramona squirmed all over Cinda's face. "Mmmm....oh, yeah, Cinda," Ramona moaned, "you DO have a knack for this. You know just where to lick. Soooo wonderful. Ohhh, yeah...get that tongue in nice and deep now."

By now I had both my arms around Cinda's waist and had lifted her bottom off the bed by a good foot or so. I was thrusting into her as though my cock had an unscratchable itch that I was determined to find a way of scratching.

Even with Ramona sitting on her face, I could hear Cinda's moans and slurps. Her whole body was again squirming. Her skin felt scorching hot, her muscles taut from all the straining against the scarves. She was so animated that her movements were making Ramona bounce and wobble on her head. It was a sight that was both erotic and humorous. Toss in the added attraction of seeing Ramona's ample bosom bouncing so deliciously, and it's a wonder I didn't come right then and there. I very nearly did.

Ramona must've noticed my attraction to her chest, because she leaned forward, careful not to dislodge herself from atop Cinda's probing tongue, and grabbed my right arm. Leaning as far forward as she could without slipping off Cinda's face, she stretched my arm out and put my hand on her left breast.

Instinct took over from there. Still holding Cinda's waist with my other arm, I continued to thrust ever harder and faster into her steaming chasm, but my other hand squeezed and fondled Ramona's bouncing tit with equal conviction. Eventually, though, my left hand wanted some titty play also. It released it's hold on Cinda's waist and shot out for Ramona's right breast. Both hands freely groped Ramona's jiggling jugs while my hips provided all the thrust and security my cock needed inside the squirming Cinda. I fucked Cinda's incredible pussy while my fingers enjoyed Ramona's large-nippled breasts to the max. Meanwhile, Cinda gobbled Ramona's pussy like a starving lioness. Everything go a bit blurry, then, as I closed my eyes and fucked Cinda like I'd never fucked her before. My hips pumped so furiously I could feel friction heat on my shaft with each thrust. If I didn't come soon, my brain would explode, and I would've bet the ladies felt the same.

Who came first is anyone's guess. All I can recall is a chorus of loud moans and screams...several of them mine. Of course, Cinda's moans were substantially muffled by Ramona's hopping, bouncing muff. Nonetheless, she came like a fireman's fire hose at full pressure, all around my equally spurting rod. From the slurps and gurgles between Ramona's legs, it was evident that she'd come, too...drenching Cinda's lapping face. The three of us looked like some great, fused, spastic beast for several minutes. The bed shook as if it were on some great, stormy sea....and for the first time ever, I heard the bed springs squeak.

By the time I let go of Ramona's breasts, they were a bright pink. I didn't WANT to let go of them, mind you, but I was so spent that my arms and legs felt like rubber. I needed my hands to brace myself on the bed. I held onto that mattress for dear life until my jellylike extremities stopped spazzing. Ramona had already slumped forward onto Cinda's belly, though she hadn't budged her gushing sex from Cinda's face so much as a centimeter. Cinda's squirming had stopped, and I could hear her gasping between Ramona's thighs. Her vaginal muscles were still rhythmically squeezing my still mostly erect muscle, though every other part of her had become inert. Her arms and legs hung limply from their bonds, but her pussy was still going strong. Like her non-stop mouth, those sugar walls wanted to suck me dry. Yeah...that's my Cinda.

Just as Cinda's orgasm was beginning to subside, Ramona sat up, her own slightly pulsing sex still propelling liquid onto Cinda's lips. Putting a bit more weight on Cinda's head with her rump, she began tweaking Cinda's nipples, tugging on them. I looked up into Ramona's twinkling eyes, a bit bemused.

"Hey," she said, "you're the one who doesn't want to give her a break, right? You said you wanted her to cum and cum and cum and cum. Isn't that how you put it?" I couldn't help but chuckle and nod.

Suddenly, Cinda began bucking again. Ramona and I definitely heard a loud squeal from between her legs. "That tickled!" Ramona laughed. Every inch of Cinda became animated again, squirming and wriggling and straining. My chuckle was cut short by her strong vaginal muscles again sucking hard on my cock. It made me instantly hard, despite my exhaustion. So, eyes rolled up in bliss, I fucked her again. Watching with great pleasure, Ramona never got off Cinda's face. She seemed to like it there.

When Cinda and I had once again climaxed, I was way too tired to remain standing, so I slowly eased myself out of her. Cinda sighed as I popped free, her wasted vaginal muscles almost eager to expel me...for the time being.

This time, even bracing myself on the mattress with my hands wouldn't work, so I slumped contentedly to the floor. Sitting there, admiring Cinda's dripping, vanilla treat, I heard her inhale long and deep. Looking around Cinda's thigh, I saw that Ramona had finally dismounted from her face and was sitting on the bed massaging Cinda's boobs and belly. And there were those silly grins again. With the blindfold now resting on her forehead, I could see that Cinda's eyes were rolled up in her head. Her brain must surely have been off in ga-ga land again.

"Hmmm," I contemplated, "would that count as one...or two....orgasms for our bound captive?" I asked Ramona.

"Definitely two," she replied. "She had definitely stopped, and then started up all over again. I say it was two. How many does that make?"

"Five so far, I believe. Yes...five." I went to get the pocket knife to etch the notches in the footboard, but Ramona met me at the foot of the bed. 

"My turn," she said, "Let me make these."

"Sure," I replied, "knock yourself out." I grinned as I watched her make the marks. I stood leaning against the right footpost, watching Ramona's breasts and fanny jiggle with the effort of carving the notches. Watching that display, I decided that I'd let HER make the "orgasm notches" from now on. Hey, I'm nothing if not accommodating.

I turned briefly to watch my lovely lady as she lay there basking in her post-orgasmic glow. In that minute amount of time, Ramona, still on her knees, had reached out and cupped my penis and testicles. The sudden playfulness of her hand jiggling my organs brought me to instant mental attention. I looked down at her, another bemused grin on my face.

"Nice set," Ramona opined.

"Um...thank you," was all I could think of to say.

With a great, wide smirk, she asked slyly, "Wanna make Cinda erupt again?"

Intrigued, I replied, "Of course. That's what this whole thing is about."

"Well," she continued, licking her lips. "I know an almost surefire way to get her gushing again. And not only that, but ALL of us can get our rocks off again. You game?"

"Of course," I said, eagerly. This was sounding better and better. 

Still grinning widely, Ramona once again got up and walked over to the bed. She again straddled Cinda's head, but this time facing the headboard. Grabbing the headboard with both hands, she leaned way over, pushing her ass high up in the air. Her pussy again hovered over Cinda's face.

"C'mere and fuck me," Ramona said, straightforwardly. "We'll fuck right here over pretty Cinda's face and she can watch that lovely cock of yours thrust in and out of me. I bet that'll get her hot and horny all over again. Would you like that, Cinda? Want to watch Mike's big, fat cock slip inside my pussy...the one you just licked so nicely?"

I watched Cinda's eyes. I wasn't sure how she was going to take this. But those pretty eyes smoldered again. They changed colors repeatedly. I'd never seen them change like that before...so quickly...so fully. I knew then and there that Cinda would love that kind of show.

In less than four heartbeats, I was up on the bed, straddling Cinda's belly, my eager, throbbing penis poised behind Ramona, bobbing up and down hungrily. Ramona lowered herself so that her already steaming slit was mere inches over Cinda's slack-jawed face. Taking one last look at Cinda to make sure all was okay, I prepared to enter Ramona's steaming portal from behind. Ramona wiggled her ass and cooed, "C'mon, Mike....Cinda wants to watch you give it to me real dirty. Don't you, Cinda? Tied up like that, won't it be fun to watch a good fuck...up close and personal?" She laughed one of the dirtiest laughs I've ever heard...almost rivaling Cinda's smuttiest chuckle. Again, she wiggled. "C'mon, Mike...fuck me good, so our tied up little Cinda can watch!" 

That was it for me. I rammed my throbbing dick right between her legs. Ramona gasped. So did Cinda. And there, right over Cinda's face, I humped Ramona from behind. I fondled her breasts again, squeezing and groping, as I thrust into her over and over. After a while I was only vaguely aware of Cinda's presence beneath us. Only her gasping, staggered breathing gave away the fact that she had a ringside seat for our copulation.

But that didn't last long. Cinda has never been one to be left out of any kind of sexual activity. She's always been a go-getter...no matter what the scene or the circumstances. However, since her bound state kept her from wrapping her body around us and joining in, she did the next best thing. She figured she'd already sucked me and licked Ramona...so why not do it again, since it was all she was currently capable of anyway?

Ramming into Ramona like a studhorse, I came to enjoy the warm puffs of Cinda's panting breaths. But I was so into our carnal coupling that I didn't notice the change in sensations at first. The gasping gusts of hot air disappeared...well, mostly. Replacing that erotic treat was yet another one. I felt something hot and wet - other than Ramona's pussy - suddenly snake along my shaft as it plunged into Ramona's sweet flower. In a flash I realized what it was. Cinda was licking my shaft as I fucked Ramona!

But that wasn't all. Cinda was not only happily lapping my crank, but she was also giving Ramona a bit of a boost. As my hardened muscle slipped in and out of Ramona's pussy, Cinda licked BOTH my penis AND Ramona's pussy! Since Ramona's opening was fully occupied, Cinda made herself at home lapping her clit. She alternated back and forth...licking cock...then pussy....cock...pussy. It was a delicious addition to the festivities. But, for me, the greatest thrill was when she licked and sucked my dangling sack as it jiggled forward and back with each thrust. A warm tongue and wet lips lapping at your testicles while you're vigorously humping a woman is one incredible feeling! 

Ramona appreciated the added pleasure, too. Her already active backside became busier still. And every time Cinda stopped licking my balls for a few seconds, Ramona would moan...clueing me in that Cinda must be going for her clit.

So that's how it went for a while. Me taking Ramona from behind, thrusting and grunting over Cinda's face, and Cinda lapping anything she could get her tongue on. God, what bliss! And Ramona and I could tell Cinda was having a blast because she was squirming under us again, gasping, sighing, moaning, her tongue getting bolder and more persistent by the second.

This time I was completely aware that it was my orgasm that started things off. I just about broke Ramona's eardrum when I shouted my release. She didn't care, however, as my deep spurts (and Cinda's tongue) drove her over the edge. We were both cumming buckets, our combined juices squeezing and gushing from Ramona's opening and spilling onto Cinda's face. The end result of this was a guttural growl from somewhere deep inside Cinda that grew by leaps and bounds into a series of animalistic grunts and howls from my lovely lady. She had decided to join us in orgasmic bliss. Once again, it couldn't have worked out better if we'd tried. It turned out Ramona had been right about this sort of thing driving Cinda wild. Maybe women know each other better than us fellas realize.

There was ONE thing different about things this time, however. THIS time, Cinda's orgasm was one long, continuous MULTIPLE orgasm. Her body convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure. She rocked and bounced and heaved and screamed. Every time her orgasm began to subside, it started all over again. So much so, that Ramona and I didn't even need to keep humping over her head anymore. When we were exhausted and drained, we uncoupled and each rolled to one side of Cinda. Amazed, we just sat there and watched her convulsing and twitching. If I hadn't seen the great waves of vanilla cream spurting from her pussy, I'd have thought she was having a seizure! The whole bed was shaking, the springs squealing, strong, new wood CREAKING! I thought for sure that the scarves holding her hands and feet would tear, or that one or more of the bedposts would snap from the strain of Cinda's thrashing. Thankfully, such was not the case.

It was well over ten minutes before Cinda's orgasm subsided. Ramona and I simply sat and watched the entire earth-shattering deluge. When Cinda finally stopped quaking and gushing, Ramona and I just looked at each other, amazed.

"Wow, when you told me Cinda could cum and cum and cum....I thought you were exaggerating!"

I smiled. "Oh, no...Cinda can cum more than anyone I've ever known. But I've never seen her cum quite like this. This must be some sort of record...even for her."

"Very impressive," Ramona sighed, almost wistfully.

"Yeah, I've always been impressed by it. But, I have to say, Ramona, that adding you to the mix has certainly brought out a new animal in Cinda. Wouldn't you agree, honey?" I asked Cinda.

"Don't talk to me," she gasped. "I think I'm dead."

Ramona and I laughed. And then I realized something had been neglected. With a groan of stiff and strained muscles, I slid off the bed. I untied Cinda's feet from the posts and slowly lowered them over the footboard to the floor below. Ramona untied her hands and Cinda's arms flopped to the disheveled bedspread with a dull thud. Cinda lay there, eyes glazed and half shut, gasping for air.

Getting down on my knees at the footboard, I once again brandished the pocket knife. But I hesitated. I pondered. I attempted a few feeble calculations and then gave up with a sigh. My befuddled eyes looked to Ramona for assistance.

"Damn," I said, "I have no clue how to score that. Was that one orgasm? Or was it several? How many notches do I make in the bed?"

"Hmmm, that's a tough one," Ramona dmitted. "I'm not sure if it's one or more. And if it's more, just how many is it?"

Ramona and I sat there on the floor like two grinning loons. But, having undertaken this little exercise in the hopes of giving Cinda more orgasms than she'd ever had in one sexual episode before, it seemed her multiple orgasm was threatening our score keeping. How could we keep track? How could we gauge future orgasm marathons if we couldn't figure out how many she'd had tonight? Why, it could undermine our whole reason - aside from simple, horny fun - for engaging in this little threesome in the first place! 

Off in the distance, a weak voice made itself heard through a series of staggered, ragged gasps. It was the lovely Cinda, offering her sweet, but candid, opinion.

"Oh, fer chrissakes," she sighed. "Just count it as twenty. I'm so tired I don't think I'm going to cum again, anyway....EVER!"

"Yeah, right," I said. We all laughed, though Cinda's was weaker than mine and Ramona's. 

Standing back up, Ramona and I saw Cinda still spread-eagle on the bed, flat on her back, chest still heaving. We got up on the bed and sat on either side of her. Both of us rubbed her gently, hands gliding over her belly, shoulders, arms, legs, and breasts. She closed her eyes and smiled, relaxed.

"Well, I suppose I should be going now," Ramona said. "It's getting pretty late."

I looked at Ramona and said, "This was really fantastic. I'm glad you agreed to help us...play..Ramona. Thanks."

"My pleasure," she replied, winking down at Cinda. She then walked over to where she'd removed her clothes and bent to pick them up. I stood by the door, waiting for her to get dressed, so I could show her out. From behind us, a weak but resolved voice drifted across the room.

"Wimps," the voice said, softly.

Ramona's eyes were as startled as my own. We turned to look back at the bed and its lone occupant. Cinda was sitting up, stretching. She did so seductively. Her face was occupied by the biggest smirk I've seen in years.

"That all ya got?" she asked, licking the tip of her finger, and then plunging that entire finger into her mouth seductively. "Seems I'm not nearly as drained as I thought." She batted vixenish eyes at the two of us.

Ramona and I looked at each other. We blinked repeatedly, like bewildered cartoon characters. Cinda had seemed nearly comatose just two minutes earlier. Either she was possessed, or she was as resilient as hell. I knew in an instant it was the latter. I smiled. I looked at Ramona. She smiled back.




Vanilla Cream Ch. 03



"Well," sighed Cinda, lounging seductively on the bed, legs spread, fingers twirling her own nipples, "if you guys are too tired, I suppose you better go back to the old folks' home, Ramona, and I'll let my wussy little shoe boy take a nice, long nap." Not letting up, she rolled over to lean down and look at the notches on the footboard.

"That's all the notches I get, huh? You know a multiple only counts as one, so I really didn't get all that many orgasms, y'know." She batted her eyes at us again, concluding her tease with, "So....is that all the orgasms I get, or are you two going to get SERIOUS about making me cum? Maybe this pretty princess pussy of mine is too much for yas? Maybe you need to bring in reinforcements to REALLY please me?"

Ramona forgot about her clothes, dropping them back onto the floor. We looked at each other and grinned.

"Shoe boy?" Ramona asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Long story. Forget it," I said, giving Cinda a truly evil look.

With a sly grin, Ramona turned her gaze to Cinda. Snickering, she said, "We're not enough for your precious 'princess pussy', huh? You need more?"

"Forget the scarves," I said, "let's just jump her bones and make her pay for those remarks."

Together, Ramona and I ran to the bed and jumped on it - and Cinda. Within seconds, the three of us were fused into a clawing, squirming mass of hands, lips, tongues and genitals. Groping, licking, sucking and genital contact occurred randomly and with wild abandon.

"Eat me, shoe boy!" came Cinda's husky sex-voice from somewhere within the heaving mass of flesh.

"And YOU get my tits in that smart mouth of yours, miss Princess Pussy," I heard Ramona bark at Cinda.

I couldn't say a word, for Cinda's sweet, bald pussy had found and smothered my mouth, and someone's hand - I know not whose - was vigorously jerking my happily rising rod!

Before we were done, a good half of the footboard was notched, as well as the left footpost for Ramona's orgasms and the right one for mine. But somewhere along the way, we lost count anyway. "Scoring" had become haphazard at best. We just didn't care anymore.

And I distantly realized that at some point, I was going to have to buy a new bed frame.

  END      

"Vanilla Cream Ch.3" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003



Vanilla Cream



"Mikey, that feels wonderful...but if you keep it up, I'll be driving us right into someone's dining room."

I don't listen. I'm enjoying the feel of her breast too much. However, I do let go of the right breast....but only so that I can slip my hand into her blouse and cup the left one, working my fingers toward the flirting nipple. Sighing, and wishing I could be sucking that nipple, I fondle her breast longingly for several more minutes. Even when Cinda's driving becomes less than attentive, I can't pull my hand from that soft, warm, nippled sphere.

Luck is with us. Just as Cinda starts to lose the ability to operate a motor vehicle altogether, we arrive at the hotel she's booked for us. She turns the car off the road and screeches up the parking lot rampway so fast she scrapes her muffler, and sparks fly. How symbolic. My hand is still attached to her breast and sparks are flying through my fingers directly to my brain....and my penis, which is vowing vehemently to me that if I don't allow it to penetrate this woman soon, it's going to find a new owner.

The trip from the parked car to the hotel room is a sweaty blur, my only memory of it being of my entranced eyes once again ogling Cinda's sweetly bouncing buns. But while I'm like a dog needing a good rut, Cinda somehow manages to find some control. She unlocks the door calmly, with me panting and drooling all over her, ushers me in, and then closes and locks the door. She grabs either side of my face in her hands and holds my head still, the better for her words to sink into my heated brain. She's smiling like she's got one helluva secret - which she has - and though she looks calm I can see her chest heaving. She's horny as hell, too...but one of us has to stay in control....for now. Finally, she decides it's time to play her little game.

"Oh, dear, sweet smutty Mikey...I want hot, dirty sex just as much as you. But I want it to be really, really erotic. I want it to be exactly like we've talked about all these months. I want all the teasing and the seduction and the kinky fun. I want us to drive each other crazy and then fuck and suck each other raw. I want all that attention you said you'd give me. Remember, I told you that my toes and nipples have a direct connection to my clit? Well, you're going to find out just how much of a connection...that's a promise. And you said you could eat my pussy for hours. Well, you're going to prove it. And you said you wanted to kiss and lick and suck and nibble every part of me. I want that, too. And you're going to get your chance to put your mouth and cock anywhere on or in my body that you want to....but first I want to drive you crazy...I want to tease you and make your cock harder than a diamond. Ohhh....I have so much planned for today, sweetie. I hope you're in this for the long haul....because I sure am. Are you game, Mikey?"

Cinda's eyes ooze sex as they bore not only into my own eyes, but straight through them into my brain. At this point there is absolutely no way I could possibly refuse her. I need to fondle her, lick her, suck her, fuck her......I need to feel and taste every inch of her....or I'll go insane.

Composing myself as best I can, I reply, "Cinda...I want to explore every inch of you. Whether that's with my tongue or my fingers or my cock, I don't care. I just need to taste and feel you. And I need an orgasm so bad right now I could come just from kissing your nose!"

"Great," she smiles, tickling under my chin with her finger again, "then you just stay right here and I'll be right back."

"Aw, Cinda...," I plead, "I just told you how bad I need it."

"It'll be worth the wait," she coos, nibbling on my earlobe, "and it'll only take two minutes. Then, you can have all the orgasms you want. Okay, sweetie?"

I plop down onto the nearby sofa, my hands grabbing my overheated crotch. I'm in agony as I watch that incredible ass once again walk away from me. Cinda slips into the bathroom and I wait....throbbing and bemoaning my fate. After a few minutes the bathroom door opens and I prepare to attack the delectable Cinda. But when I see her, every fantasy I'd ever written to her comes flooding back into my brain. I can barely breathe, my jaw drops, my tongue lolls out over my lower lip, my heart pounds....and, by God, do I ever sweat!

The already supremely sexy Cinda stands there grinning at me. She is dressed head to toe in an ultra, ultra sheer mocha colored body stocking. Every inch of her heavenly body is clearly visible. Her pink nipples proudly proclaiming their exalted places on the breasts which form the most magnificent cleavage I've ever seen. Her delectable navel keeping its ever vigilant watch over her.....sigh.....shaved treasure, every pink fold clearly visible beneath the gossamer material. And down at the floor, her burgundy toes snugly encased in the barely visible nylon. As if that wasn't enough to make me weak, she turns around and shows me the ass I've been dying to see. She bends slightly and wiggles it for me, clearly pleased as my pupils widen to suck in as much light as possible so they can see that bottom as completely as possible. And the view of her pink-layered, clean-shaven slit from that angle almost has me begging to kiss it. Even though I'm sitting, I can feel my knees go weak, and I wonder if I'm going to come in my pants.

"You like, Mikey?" is all she says, with a grin so big I can see almost every tooth in her head.

I can't speak because I'm gagging on my tongue and a gallon of drool. I nod and stare at that hypnotically swaying ass, and almost lunge at it lip first, but I can't move off the sofa. Seeing this, Cinda makes a pouty face and stands up.

"Poor Mikey," she says, turning and walking toward me, faking the look of a shy young coquette, "are you too tired maybe to play with me?"

She walks slowly toward me, hips swaying with boldly exaggerated sexuality. She runs her hands up and down the nylon from her hips to her breasts and back again as she sways toward me. Stopping directly in front of me, she plays with her nipples through the stocking, lifting her nylon covered breasts upward and bending her head down to flick her tongue at each nipple. Not letting up on the pressure, she next slides one hand down her body, from breast to belly and finally between her legs....where she rubs slowly with three fingers while her other hand continues to caress her breast. She's able to push the nylon at her crotch in far enough to spread her pussy open and play teasingly amid the glistening folds. I watch with saucer eyes as the nylon begins to get wet with her juices. All the while she smiles seductively and licks her lips. I can only stare and groan, admiring mutely each seductive act.

"Mmmm..." she purrs, "this nylon feels so good. You want to rub me, Mikey? You want to kiss every inch of me with this sexy stocking all over me? You want to try to suck my toes? You want to bury your sweet face in my wet pussy? And how 'bout these nice, big tits, honey? You want to squeeze them and lick them and suck these pretty nipples?" Turning, she adds, "And what about this nice, firm ass? Why don't you just give it some nice big kisses?" Again, she wiggles it for my benefit. I'm about to come just from looking at her in that sheer nylon, watching her teasing movements, and hearing her scorchingly sexy suggestions...every one of which is making my groin hum with kinetic energy. I feel like the Frankenstein monster....except that the crackling electrodes are not on my neck, but on either side of my throbbing cock, and they're called testicles.

Finally, muscles other than my penis respond to my commands again. I sit forward on the sofa and prepare to grab and fondle whichever part of Cinda I come in contact with first. But Cinda is sly, and anticipates my move. She turns quickly and grabs my two groping hands with her own. She leans backward and pulls on my arms, chuckling wickedly as she says, "Upsy-daisy, Smutty Mikey. Come give Cinda a nice nylon hug."

I yield willingly, and stand in front of her. She lets go of my arms and I immediately encircle them around her waist. I pull her to me and mash my mouth against hers. While I'm thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I crush my heated crotch against hers. My hands roam down to her teasing ass and grab handfuls of cheeks. While my mouth works over hers, my hands knead and fondle her stocking-covered bottom, and I grind my frustrated hardon into her nearly naked sex. I'm just about to lift Cinda off the floor and try to thrust my cock through both my pants and Cinda's body stocking, when Cinda again takes control of the game.

"Not yet, Mikey," she says, then seeing my look of disappointment, adds, "Oh, you'll get to shove that hard meat into me soon enough, but I want a lot of sexy buildup and kinky play first. In fact, I've decided on a delicious way for you to live out some fantasies and make me come and come and come in the process. And in order to fuck me, you have to earn it. You have to make me come in all the ways we've discussed before I'll let you slip that rock hard tool into my bald pussy. You have to use all the routes we've talked about in our emails. You have to get to my clit by going through all my favorite places. You have to suck my pretty toes until I come. Then you have to suck my tits nice and slow until I come again. Mmmm...and then I want you to lick, and even suck on, my tasty ass until I come some more. Then, if you do all that for me, and you keep me coming in buckets, I'll shove my dripping pussy in your face and let you lick it for hours and hours. I'll let you taste my sweet vanilla flavored cum, let it gush out all over your face, into your mouth, onto your tongue, and right down your throat to your tummy. Imagine it, Mikey...you'll finally taste my vanilla cream."

She pauses, breathless and horny herself, to look deeply into my eyes. She sees lust smoldering there all the way to my soul. She smiles and licks her lips, sighing, "So, what do you say, Smut-boy? You ready for the adventure of a lifetime?"

I'm already almost coming, just from hearing her verbalize all that we've written to each other for almost a year now. I surprise myself with the calmness of my reply. "Cinda," I say with controlled excitement, "I'm going to give you so many orgasms that you'll be dehydrated by the time I'm finished. I'll suck your toes so long and hard they'll wrinkle up like prunes. I'll suck and lick those nipples until that vanilla cream pours out of you. I'll bite and suck on that ass of yours until you've got hickeys all over it. And that pussy of yours....well, I fully intend to lick that better than it's ever been licked before....until you don't want anyone else but me to eat it from now on...ever! Then....when you think you've come all that you possibly can, I'll bend you over and slide my cock so deep inside you that you'll be able to suck on it while we're fucking. Now, hot l'il Cinda, how does that sound?"

I can see I've won her over, and I'm not the only one grinding crotch against crotch anymore. I can feel her hot breath as she stares up at me and gasps with anticipation. We both realize that if this is even half as intense as we're planning it to be, neither one of us will be able to walk straight when we're done, and I surely won't be able to talk without mumbling for a while, assuming my tongue will heal at all. But neither one of us will care, either. 

It's then that Cinda plays her trump card.

Smiling, almost leering, she says, "Oh, but Mikey...you see, there's a catch. Not only do you have to earn your way to eating and fucking me....but you also have to earn your way to each part of my body right from the start."

I'm confused...and it shows. Cinda giggles and grinds against me. I'm moments away from raping her, and she knows it. So, she once again shows she's ahead of the game.

"Let's talk about that later, Mikey. Right now, you just take off all your clothes and I'll do something nice for you. I know you've been horny since we met, and I know you're hard enough right now to play stickball with your cock, and you need release badly. Well, I know how to take care of that, and do something I've wanted to do for a long time now, too."

Of course, my first thought is that Cinda's going to give me a first class hummer. So, naturally, I break every speed record known to man getting my clothes off. After a whirlwind of activity I stand before her completely naked, throbbing manhood standing up at a forty-five degree angle from my body, bouncing up and down slightly with each throb. Cinda eyes it greedily, licking her luscious lips.

"Now," she says, placing her hands on my shoulders, "sit down on the sofa."

Again, I break speed records. I sit open-legged and wait for those smiling lips to surround my purple, pulsating head. But Cinda sits at the opposite side of the sofa! I blink my astonishment and confusion. She simply smiles.

"You remember what I said just last week that I wanted to do if we ever did get together? What I said would really get me hot to do to you? Remember, I said it could make me come all by itself?"

I strain to remember, but all my blood is in the wrong head.

Cinda lifts her legs up on the sofa, placing her nylon-clad feet on my thighs. She slowly glides those silken feet along my thighs, soles and toes making a beeline for my throbbing penis. She surrounds the pounding shaft with her slippery soles and begins stroking up and down its length, occasionally squeezing with her toes or soles along the trip. The nylon sliding along my cock feels wonderful, and I look over at Cinda. Her mouth is dropped open and her tongue is lazily wandering around inside it. Her eyes are wide and focussed on what her feet are playing with. I can see that now she's the one who's almost drooling. I remember now her mentioning she'd love to give me a foot job, either with stockinged feet or bare, and how it could make her come all by itself. So, smiling, I lay back against the arm of the sofa, my arms relaxed at my sides, and let Cinda give me her stockinged foot job. I need an orgasm so badly....and I have no doubts this will do the trick nicely. But, how could I know just how nicely this would all turn out....for both of us?

Cinda is running her tongue along the tips of her upper teeth as she concentrates on stroking my tool with her stockinged feet. She sighs as the soft nylon runs along the veined shaft and she squeezes the head gently between her toes. My cock is as hard as granite, swollen from hours of fantasy and expectation, and the dewey drops of precum are already present, just barely sneaking from my tiny slit.

As I continue to watch Cinda, she begins to caress her own breasts again, and again slowly slides one hand down between her legs. Pinching one nipple, she moans and her eyes flutter briefly. She sighs as several adept fingers play in the juice-soaked crotch of her body stocking. We both gasp as those fingers again manage to work their way between the pink lips, soaking the nylon even more in the process. Cinda gasps from the feel of it, and I gasp just from watching those sweet, succulent folds being fondled and releasing their glistening fluids, smearing the nylon in an ever broadening circle of lust.

I'm way ahead of Cinda, however. I've been horny all day and I need an orgasm almost more than I need to breathe. So, when my pantiless princess slips one foot beneath my tightened sack, it's all over for me. Her toes play with my scrotum, gently wiggling at the underside and back of it. She flicks her toes, making my sack bounce and jiggle, all the while watching intently. She gently squeezes my sack between her two sets of toes, and when she sees me spasm and hears the gasp from my parted lips, she quickly brings both feet up to the shaft again and strokes it quickly, squeezing it between her soles. Her soft, silky foot job has its desired effect. 

Clenching either side of the sofa cushion I'm sitting on, gritting my teeth and feeling a chill dance along my heaving spine, I come. I can feel the force of it from my testicles all the way out the head. It pulls along the entire path like a speeding freight train, its cargo finally released into propelled flight. I have no idea where the spurting fluid goes, and don't much care. Burst after burst of my semen tears itself through my reproductive tract, my sack clenching and squeezing its load forward to freedom. I have no idea how many times come shoots from me. I only know it's more than I can ever remember coming before. It's been so pent up all day, it's a wonder I haven't given myself a hernia, or dislodged my scrotal sack!

I was expecting to slowly recover my wits and regain biological normalcy. But, before my orgasm has even slowed to the dribbling stage, I feel movement all about me. The stroking feet are instantly gone, and there is a flurry of motion that shakes the sofa. I open my eyes just in time to see Cinda's soaked, nylon-encased pussy heading toward my face at warp factor eight. She stands above me on the sofa, her hands having captured my head - the bigger one - and her crotch zooming downward like a plummeting meteor. I have little time to focus on that hairless, soft-petaled slit before it is pushed forcefully into my face. With a "whuf!" of surprise there is a sudden blackness as my face is smothered under nylon and pussy.

Cinda, sighing and moaning, begins grinding her sex in my face, squirming and hopping on my mouth, nose and chin. I gasp for air whenever I sense an opening. I raise my hands and grab her ass cheeks as she bounces energetically on my slickening face. As she squirms and grinds on top of me, I can feel her cheek muscles clenching and straining. When her thighs are not covering my ears, I can hear her gasps and moans of pleasure.

Cinda's hands yank on my hair as if it's nothing more than the reins of a horse that's bucking underneath her. She's riding my face like it's a mechanical bull in a south-of-the-border bar, and all the while she's moaning - louder and louder - and grinding her crotch into my reddening face. At times I can see up past her belly and joyfully watch her ample breasts bounce and jiggle beneath the clinging nylon. But, mostly, I just lie here and enjoy letting her ride my face.

Suddenly, those succulent tits stick straight out as Cinda's back arches. Her hardened nipples seem to even be pressing through the nylon, attempting to escape their captivity...but, alas, it's but an illusion. Then Cinda thrusts her hips forward, sending her dripping slit into the tip of my nose...which Cinda uses to stimulate her clit. Moaning and arching her back even further, she squeezes my head between her thighs and repeatedly rams her clit into my nose. It hurts and makes it difficult to breathe, but it seems to be working wonders for Cinda's orgasm. I have to admit, it's the most satisfying suffocation I've ever had the pleasure to endure.

With a piercing scream from the face-humping Cinda, I feel the moist warmth of her climax, first on my helpful nose, and then gushing through the weave of the nylon to smear the entirety of my face. It's almost as if the nylon isn't even there, such is the force of those flowing fluids. I feel as though I might drown, but the true pussy eater in me comes out and I open my mouth wide. The hot, sticky come pushes through the nylon and flows almost unimpeded into my mouth. I lap at the soaked nylon and let the juices slide over my tongue and down my throat. Finally, I get to taste Cinda's vanilla cream. It's not only intoxicating...it's absolutely addicting, and I want more and more of it.

With Cinda still rocking and grinding on my face, my hands - still grasping her clenching buttocks - now squeeze her ass with a purpose. I grab handfuls of ass flesh and nylon, and pull her forward, pressing her gushing slit to my mouth even harder than she herself is doing. I suck and lick at the drenched nylon, trying to savor every last drop. The scent of the come-drenched nylon, the feel of it grinding into my face, and the delicious taste of Cinda's mildly vanilla flavored cum, all combine to make me a pussy-sucking madman. Even when Cinda's gyrations slow, I still try to suck her juices through and from the nylon. I want every drop. I can't even breathe, but I have to suck every drop from the nylon.




Vanilla Cream



Eventually, Cinda stops humping my face. With a sigh, she totally relaxes and slumps sideways against the back of the sofa. I let go of her probably sore bottom. She lifts one leg over my head, bringing her tired legs together, and sinks against the back sofa cushions, lying with her hip on my shoulder. As she pants and struggles for air, I notice with perverse glee that her lush ass is now partially resting on my shoulder and partially on my chest.....and if I turn my head just slightly to my right, that awesome derriere is displayed nicely right before my admiring eyes, close enough to snuggle up to and press my adoring lips all over it.

While Cinda tries to regain some semblance of normalcy, I take advantage of this most wonderful situation. Circling my arms around her waist, I turn myself so that I can tackle that amazing ass dead on. I admire it a bit....my eyes adoring the shape of it, the two impeccable cheeks and the cleavage between them, made more narrow by the tightness of the body stocking. At the bottom of her cheeks the nylon is stained with the results of her intense orgasm. But it's those glorious orbs that now hold my complete attention.

First, I nuzzle my face in them, enjoying the softness of them, the silkiness of the nylon. But, it's the way those soft cheeks yield when I press my face into them, and the warmth that they possess, that makes me want to nuzzle them forever. It isn't long before I'm kissing that behind, lost in its allure...and just knowing that this ass belongs to the hot and sexy Cinda. I have no idea how long I've kissed and nuzzled that soft, sensual bottom, but I happen to look up and I see a totally recovered Cinda smiling back and down at me. Smiling back at her, I continue to let my lips feast.

"Like my ass, do you, Mikey?" Again, she wiggles it for my benefit. I respond by playfully biting each cheek, trying to nip through the nylon. She chuckles softly, and reaches down to rub the top of my head.

"I'm sorry I jumped you like that, " she says, "but when you came I just got so horny I had to have some kind of stimulation on my pussy or I'd go crazy. I saw that open, gasping mouth of yours and....well...I didn't think you'd mind too much if I sat on it." The glint in her eyes starts a tingling in my crotch again.

"Didn't mind at all," I assure her, "you can sit on my face anytime, Cinda dear....you know that."

"Mmmmm....well, I do now. And it's really good to know that....because I can't think of a nicer place to sit," Again, her eyes shine wickedly, "and I'll tuck that info away for when I might feel like sitting on that handsome smile of yours again in the future."

"Fine by me," I wink my reply. Throughout our conversation, I continue to kiss and nuzzle her fine tush. She lets me, even encourages me by pulling my head forward to push my lips against her bottom. I have no intention of resisting when she does. My lips are on her ass for the duration. Have you ever tried to kiss and smile at the same time? It's not easy...but I manage nicely.

Suddenly, Cinda gets back to business. Sadly, she rolls herself over my chest and slides on her nylon-trapped bottom down to my belly. She briefly stops to play with my partially inflated penis, and then looks at me with evil glee.

"It's time," she says, "to explain the body stocking, and what I have planned for today. This little mutual orgasm we just had was just to get us through what we sorely needed. We were both horny as hell and needed release. Now, we've each had that, and we can move on to the main act. We can concentrate on sensuality and kinky pleasures and erotic fun....leading, of course, to many more orgasms for both of us. So, what do you say, Smutty Mikey...are you ready to continue?"

"Are you kidding? After the taste I've just had? Damn right I'm ready. So, what's the mystery of the body stocking...other than making you look sexier than ever? And what was all that earlier about having to 'earn' sucking and fucking you. What was that all about? Don't get me wrong...sounds like fun....but, just let me know what's going on in that pretty head of yours, okay? Whatever it is....you can count me in."

"I knew I could count on you," she sighs, "so let's begin, shall we? First, I'll explain about the stocking, and then I'll elaborate on what I spoke about earlier...what I'll expect you to do for me before you get that tongue in my bare pussy and your cock in it, too. So, here's the gist of it, Mikey....this body stocking is to tease the hell out of you....get you hot for every inch of my naked body. It's the grandest tease there is. You can see every inch of my body...every part you want to fondle and kiss and lick and suck....but you can't get to my soft skin because of the nylon. You can't suck my tits because the nylon keeps you from tasting my hot nipples. You can't suck my toes because the nylon stops you. You can't eat my pussy directly, though you can lick the nylon and admire my pussy. You can't get that probing tongue inside it, enjoy the soft, pink folds like I know you want to. And it goes without saying that that fat, juicy cock of yours will be likewise barred from entrance. And therein lies the tease...every inch of me is so close, and yet so very far from your lusting mouth and tongue and dick. Wonderful tease, isn't it?" She's almost out of breath just talking about the intense eroticism of teasing me like this.

I am in awe of the pristine logic of it. And the entire tease aspect has me inflating again. I look at Cinda, searching for more answers. She smiles seductively.

"Just how badly do you want to suck my naked toes, tits and pussy?" she asks with a sultry, husky voice.

"Very, very badly...extremely badly...intensely, erotically badly..," I reply, feeling myself harden again.

"Are you prepared to work hard and earn those tasty treats?"

"Oh, yes....I'll work very hard," I say, looking up and down her entire, nylon-clad body, "just tell me what I have to do and it's done. No questions asked."

"All right, then," here's what you have to do to taste every part of me you want to, and earn the right to get that lovely cock deep inside me....."

Cinda gets off the sofa and stands before me, the sheer nylon clinging to her luscious curves. She puts her hands on her hips and thrusts out her chest, taking a haughty position as she leers down at me. My eyes wander up and down her body, taking in that haughty chest with its nylon-stretching nipples, then slowly cruising down to her navel and the hairless quim beneath. The crotch of the body stocking is still wet, smeared with Cinda's vanilla cream - and probably a goodly amount of my own saliva as well. Cinda stands there, smiling, allowing me to ogle her body from head to toe. She grins as she sees my eyes continue downward, admiring her shapely legs and burgundy colored toes. I notice something different...something about the painted toes that isn't the same as it was earlier. And then it registers...she's now wearing two toe rings. One ring occupies the middle toe of each foot. Cinda sees I've noticed them and wiggles her toes delightedly, the nylon crinkling and the toe seams sliding slightly askew.

"You like my toe rings, Mikey?" she asks, her tone saying she already knows I do.

"Very nice....yeah, very sexy. Those weren't there before, were they? There's no way I could have missed them at The Coffee Nook. I notice things like that."

"No," she laughs, "you didn't miss them. I wasn't wearing them earlier when my feet were bare. I put them on when I put this body stocking on."

"Well, that's not fair," I say, "it would've been nice to see them up close when I was kissing your toes before."

"Mmm-hmmm...right you are. And that's exactly why I've put them on now. I think it's such a delightful tease to see you wanting to play with those rings...and my toes...but unable to do anything about either because of the pesky nylon." She lifts one leg and puts her foot on my thigh. "See? Pretty ring, isn't it? And the toe it's on...and the others around it....aren't they pretty, too? Pretty enough to be sucked one by one until I come all over the crotch of this body stocking again? Soft, pretty toes needing to be in your mouth, but that damn nasty nylon gets in the way. So irritating, isn't it?" Playful sarcasm oozes from every word.

"So," I suggest, "take the body stocking off and I'll start sucking." I smile what I hope is my most winning smile. Cinda will have none of it.

"No, Mikey....remember, you have to earn everything from here on in. You've got to want those toes and toe rings bad enough to fight for them. And that's exactly what I have in mind. I've long been wanting to find out just how aggressive that hot mouth of yours can be...how forceful in getting what it wants. And you agreed only minutes ago that you'd be willing to do whatever it took to get at my body, right?"

This is getting very interesting, and I reply...."Yeah, whatever it takes. I want my hands and lips all over you...no matter what."

"So, then," she says with a devilish grin, "there's your task. Find a way to get through the nylon and get to my soft, sensual skin. You can't use your hands. And I've decided that you have to use that wonderful mouth of yours. You have to chew your way through the nylon if you want my toes, my breasts, my ass or my vanilla flavored pussy."

I laugh out loud, "You want me to chew through nylon to get to your body?!" The idea, though very erotic and definitely intriguing, still floors me.

"That's what I want. I want to see you so horny for every part of my body that you're willing to eat your way through nylon to get to it. I want to see you tearing nylon with your teeth to suck my toes, eating your way through it to eat my pussy, chewing like an animal to get to my tasty, pink nipples." As she says this last enticement, she once again plays with her nipples. I watch, and suck back the drool.

While I'm staring up at her in awe, she plops herself down on the sofa, in the exact same spot she was in when she gave me the foot job of my life....from which my penis is still warm and wet. She holds her legs straight out toward me and scissors them up and down, flexing and wiggling her feet. Then she rubs her legs and feet together, the friction of the meeting nylon making a sound that sends electricity jolting through my groin....a sound that I know I'll never forget, and that'll make me hard every time I hear it from now on. Grinning, Cinda points and says, "Start with the toes....work your way up." A smug smile crosses her lips, and she slips a sofa pillow behind her back against the sofa arm, and nestles into it, getting comfy for the festivities to come.

Looking at the stockinged legs and feet, I have no clue how to begin. I've never chowed down on nylon before. I doubt I can even chew my way through it. While very sheer, and prone to runs and holes, it's still a very tough and durable material....and I've never heard anyone claim they've chewed through it.

"C'mon, Mikey....show me how bad you want me." She's almost giggling with glee now.

When I still hesitate, she gives me incentive. She spreads her legs wide and shows me the reward for diligence and success. Sweat begins to pop from my pores as I stare at the hairless prize, maddeningly blocked from access by the nylon I'm beginning to view as the enemy. I wipe one hand across my brow and find it very moist when I look at it...and the wetness only reminds me of Cinda's tauntingly displayed pussy, which in turn increases the sprouting of sweat from my pores.

Still staring at that mind-stealing slit, I reach out and snare one of Cinda's wiggling feet in mid flight. She laughs with glee as I pull that foot toward my mouth. I drag the wiggling, nylon-shaded toes under my chin and stare at the stretching nylon, attempting to come up with some strategy to get at those joyful piggies. Cinda laughs at the look of determination on my face, and pours on the pressure.

"I'm waiting....and so's my pussy, Mikey. The sooner you get sucking my toes, the sooner I have a nice, gushing orgasm, and the sooner you get to the next phase of your journey. Hurry...my toes are getting eager for your hot tongue and lips all over them."

Again she moves her other leg out from her body, showing me the shaved motivation I need. It does the trick. I open my mouth wide and shove Cinda's foot into it, hoping my wet mouth will moisten, and thereby weaken, the nylon. I see Cinda close her eyes and smile contentedly, arms folded across her belly. Now that her foot is firmly in my mouth, she brings her spread leg back over and plops it on my lap. Apparently, she'll save the viewing of her ... "motivation"...for when it's needed.

After "soaking" her toes in my mouth a while, I pull her foot out and grab for the toe seam with my teeth. I pull back, stretching the nylon from her toes as I do. It stretches, but does not tear. I shake my head vigorously from side to side while biting down fiercely on the nylon. Still the nylon will not give. But the entire scene amuses Cinda no end. She comments that I look like a puppy playing with a chew toy....but adds that watching me fighting so hard to get to her toes is making her hot...and wet. Thus spurred on, I renew my attack on my silken foe.

I hold Cinda's foot by the toes and once again chomp down on the toe seam. I pull back as hard as I can, arching my back and grinding my teeth into the nylon. At the very least I'm hoping to start a run in the nylon that I can then work on to open wider and wider. And suddenly I hear a faint sound...a quiet tearing sound. My heart pounds with hope as my teeth set free the nylon for my eyes to inspect it. And there it is! On the far left side of the villainous toe seam, the underside of the seam has split ever so slightly from the rest of the nylon, forming a tiny hole. I now concentrate my oral battle on that specific spot, my foe weakened and vulnerable to attack.

I grab Cinda's toes again with one hand, and hold the nylon below the hole firmly with the other. Like a vicious animal my teeth snare the toe seam and I pull back hard and shake my head violently, gnawing and chewing at the nylon. And my efforts are rewarded! The hole becomes bigger...and bigger. Making sure not to break Cinda's rules, I do not use my hands to open the hole at all. Instead, I use my hands to pull back the nylon toward her heel, making the nylon tight along her toes. I playfully slip my tongue into the hole I've made, and then from there to the space between her small toe and the one next to it. I wiggle my tongue between her toes...my way of saying I've won....I've beaten her game. I lick the base of her toes as far as I can, and her sighs and moans are music to my ears.

Holding the nylon taut, I've now made the hole big enough to get half of my lower teeth inside the hole. I can now grasp the nylon between my teeth from inside and out. Holding it tightly between my teeth, I yank my head sharply and with force to one side, and my battle is over. The nylon yields completely, a long, jagged hole tearing all along the bottom of the seam. Using my mouth only, I pull back the torn material from Cinda's sexy, suckable toes. To make sure that mischievous nylon doesn't try to get in my way again, I once more use my hands to pull the nylon toward her heel ....and all five toes, along with a good quarter of her instep, pop into bare, wiggling freedom. I can almost hear those painted toes sigh with relief and anticipation. Now it's time to give Cinda her next orgasm. I look up to her face. She's looking down at me with a glazed look in her eyes. Her mouth hangs open and her tongue is licking her lower lip. Her chest is heaving. She's excited, ready. She can barely talk, but she spurs me on.

"Wow," she sighs, "you must really want my toes pretty badly."

"Oh, yeah," I reply, proud of my victory over nylon, "I want your toes. And after I suck these toes so that you come all over the crotch of this sexy body stocking again, I'm going to work my way up and chew the stocking off every inch of you, and lick all my favorite places. So, lie back, sexy....and enjoy getting your toes sucked...and think of the fun that's yet to come."

After my victory speech, I raise her foot, with the mangled nylon no longer keeping her succulent toes from me, and I stick my tongue out. Using just the tip of my tongue, I tease her toes. I gently lick the tips of them, then the undersides, then slip my tongue between each and every toe. Cinda's eyes are either rolling around in their sockets or closed altogether as she moans and sighs. My breath bathes her toes hot and fast as I stick each toe in my mouth and suck it heartily. I'm sucking her toes so eagerly that I half expect that I'll end up sucking the nail polish right off of them. Oh, well, I think to myself, casualties of war. I smile at the thought.

As I suck each toe, I gently massage the nylon-covered instep and calf above them. The nylon feels great as I rub the calf, but it's wrinkled and destroyed at the instep, making it difficult to rub the instep properly. But, it doesn't matter, really. Cinda's interest is in having her toes in my warm mouth, and she's got that...in spades. I spend a lot of time sucking those delectable digits, knowing that it's making Cinda hot. She's told me on several occasions that she could have an orgasm just from having her toes sucked and licked, so that's what I'm shooting for. And, sure enough, not long into her toe sucking, Cinda begins to squirm. That spurs me on, making my mouth even more eager to service her sexy toes. But, when I see Cinda reaching for her crotch again, I feel as though that should be my job, so I adjust my position to make that thought a reality.

I slide myself toward Cinda, forcing her to bend her legs at the knees. The foot on my lap slides into my crotch, but she's way too involved in having her toes nibbled to do anything about that otherwise fortunate situation. I continue to bathe her toes with my squirming, energetic tongue as I make my play. With both her legs bent at the knees, her shaved treasure is once again exposed, though sadly still covered in nylon. So, all I can hope to do is help her orgasm along a bit by stroking her moistening pussy for her.

Still holding her foot with one hand so I can keep sucking those tasty toes, I move my other hand slowly up her calf to her thigh, and then down along her inner thigh to where she's playing with herself. I take her hand and gently move it aside. She gives no resistance. I replace her stroking, probing fingers with my own, and she sighs a deep, slow sigh.

The nylon is indeed wet again, and her juices dribble through it as I press it against her sex. Gently chewing on her naked toes, I push the nylon into her soft folds, separating them with my exploring fingers. Again she sighs. She's squirming a bit more now, and playing with her own nipples, her tongue racing around in her open mouth. Mmm....how inviting that mouth looks, I think between toe nibbles. Cinda pants and moans as my fingers move toward her clit. As my fingers press against that sensitive nub, pushing the nylon into it, and my lips capture and suck hard on her middle toe, Cinda lets out a loud moan and arches her back. One hand flies up to her mouth to stifle her passionate scream, but the other remains on her breast, fondling and pinching the nipple. She lifts her hips off the sofa, and I scramble to keep my fingers on her button. Her eyes open just long enough to see me sucking like a maniac on her toes, licking, nibbling, chewing on them as if each wiggling toe was a delicious, wiggling clitoris. She screams into her hand and closes her eyes again as her sticky vanilla cream roars from her like a raging flood. Her lovely ass rarely touches the sofa throughout her orgasm, but I make sure I keep pressing my fingers into her erupting pussy...and never once do I stop sucking those delectable toes.




Vanilla Cream



I've always measured my success with women by how long I can keep them coming during an orgasm. And I can definitely be proud of this particular instance. Just from sucking on her toes and pressing my fingers against her clit, I manage to keep Cinda's pussy gushing for what seems like forever. She bucks and heaves and moans and gasps, expelling more love juices than I've ever seen a woman expel before. And each time I move my mouth to another toe it seems to happen all over again. So, of course, I keep moving from toe to toe. That's what I'm here for, after all.

Sadly, all good things must end....and so Cinda's orgasm slowly subsides. The crotch of her body stocking is drenched, and I can smell the sweet vanilla scent from way over here. I have the intense urge to bend over and lick between her legs again...to nuzzle my face in her succulent juices. But I hold back, smiling anyway, knowing that soon enough I'll be tasting those juices as much as I please, and without the impediment of the sexy, but inhibiting body stocking. I now know how to chew through nylon, and nothing will stop me from eating her sweet flower again and again, or from plundering that flower with my burrowing scepter of love.

When Cinda slumps, exhausted, onto the wet sofa cushions, I reluctantly stop sucking her toes. My fingers gently stroke the nylon covering her sex, as if saying a gentle good-bye...for now. I lower her trembling leg, placing the mostly bare foot with its tattered remnants of nylon, onto my naked lap. The side of her foot, partially bare and partially covered in nylon, slides against the side of my somewhat engorged penis. I enjoy that light touch, but Cinda doesn't even notice it. She's too busy smiling happily and trying to recover her senses.

"So, now that you've finally experienced my toe-sucking prowess, what do you think of it?" I ask.

"Mmmmmm.......wonderful. I mean really wonderful! It was like having my clit sucked over and over again. I can't wait to have that mouth in other places....including my actual clit. That's going to be explosively orgasmic.. I can just feel it." She shivers a delighted shiver and almost squeals at the sheer though of it.

"Ready when you are," I shoot back, eager to move on to the next phase.

"But what about my toe rings," she says, "I wore them just for you." She pouts sexily at me. "And you sucked all around that adorned middle toe and never once played with it."

I felt a shock go right through my brain. I couldn't believe it! I was so busy tasting every inch of Cinda's toes that I never even played with that sexy little toe ring! How could I have ignored such an erotic little trinket...especially on Cinda's toes?! I looked down at that ring and berated myself for ignoring it so callously.

Cinda continues, "You told me you had a fantasy of taking my toe rings off with your mouth and switching them to other toes for me. You did say that, right?"

Thinking quickly, I respond, "Cinda, you gorgeous nymph, how can I switch the rings? I haven't bared those other succulent toes of yours yet, now have I?"

I'm proud of my quick comeback, until I realize I've fallen right into Cinda's trap. Her pout turns into an evil grin, and that sinister smile says, "Well, then, you'll have to bare them this minute!" With that proclamation, up shoots Cinda's other leg, it's nylon encased toes wiggling under my nose. "I believe you said you'd switch my toe rings with that hot mouth of yours if I wanted you to. Cinda remembers all, hon...especially if it's going to give Cinda a nice wet orgasm."

I laugh, and I remember telling her that only a month or so ago. I'm about to speak when she continues, "Besides, Mikey....I'll bet if you sucked my toe rings off my toes and used your mouth to put them back on different toes, I could have another orgasm just from that." She looks at me with a look of hope in her eyes...and there's just no way I can say no to her. Besides, already I'm thinking of a way I can give her a toe-ring orgasm and sneak in a few gropes and fondles along the way. So, I lean over and kiss her gently on her luscious lips, and I ask, "Are you serious? Do you think you can have another orgasm just from having your toe rings sucked off your toes?"

She smiles from ear to ear and says, "Mike....I can have an orgasm from your mouth on any part of me. And you know how easily I can come. Do you doubt that I can have another orgasm that way?"

"No," I confess, "I don't doubt it at all. But, that means I'll have to chew through the nylon on this pretty foot just like I did on the other."

"Mmmm....yes, it does," she smirks, "but you seem to have that down pat now anyway, don't you?"

"Yes, I believe I do," I smile down at her.

"Then it shouldn't take you nearly as long to get to my other toes and switch the rings for me, right?"

"Nope, it shouldn't take me long at all."

"And, am I worth the effort?" she smiles wickedly as she asks.

"You're worth every bit of the effort, Cinda...and a whole lot more."

She smiles at that, and says, "Tell you what. For all your hard work and devotion....as soon as you get my toe rings switched, and make me come like you just did.....I'll return the favor.... I'll give you a really, really nice blow job." In a soft, low, sexy voice that makes the hair on my scrotum stand on end, she whispers, "I'll suck your balls right out of you, straight through that hard, throbbing cock of yours."

And just like that, I'm chewing away at the nylon seam at the toes on her other foot. Thankfully, now that I'm an experienced nylon chewer, this second battle with the resilient material is much shorter, much to Cinda's glee. I follow the exact same battle plan as with Cinda's first set of wiggling piggies...and victory is achieved quickly. In no time at all, five burgundy polished clits are wiggling just below my lips. I would feel remiss if I ignored even a single toe, so I suck all five of them hungrily before I go after the ring.

Cinda goes back into lala land as I orally titillate these new tidbits, taking my time before getting to the ring swapping. It's so much fun watching Cinda squirm and sigh and gasp that I just want to prolong it before I give her pussy the okay to gush. 

After making sure every toe is thoroughly kissed, licked and sucked, I slide that middle toe deep into my mouth. Lubricating her toe with my saliva, and working at the ring gently with my teeth, I easily slide it up her toe and over the tip to freedom. I hold that ring in my mouth, pushing it to one side. I then lift Cinda's other foot, still recovering from the friction on its toes from my lips, tongue and teeth, and bring that middle toe to my mouth. I again suck metal from flesh, storing this ring in the opposite side of my mouth from the first. With my tongue I bring the first ring back to my lips and tenderly install it on her toe, pushing it with my lips and tongue all the way down her toe. Cinda is watching intently, eyes wide, smiling....and she's doing that delightful squirming I just love watching her do. In seconds, I''ve got the other ring between my lips and am sliding it down it's new, happily wiggling home.

But, while Cinda seems close, she hasn't had an orgasm yet. I haven't done my job. Oh, she's close all right...sighing, moaning, squirming. All she needs is a little push. So, I stop sliding that ring down her toe, leaving it just below the tip of her toe. I divert her attention by licking all around her toe very slowly, concentrating on the spaces on either side of it. As Cinda watches intently, I again slide toward her, forcing her to bend her legs at the knees. She's so busy watching my tongue snaking between her toes, that she barely notices. Bracing her heel on my chest and keeping my tongue busy on her toes (and Cinda's eyes riveted on my tongue), I remove my hands from her foot, so that I might relocate them elsewhere.

Locking my eyes on Cinda's, I keep her attention while my hands slowly slide up the nylon covering her thighs. I watch her eyes dart back and forth from watching my tongue on her toes and peering into my intent eyes. My hands glide smoothly up over her hips, fingers barely touching nylon as they climb up her belly to her rib cage...and upward. Just as my fingers are ready to squeeze and fondle her stocking-covered breasts, my mouth intensifies its exploration of her five little toe-clits, my tongue flicking between them like a darting serpent tongue. When Cinda moans, my hands pounce.

Shoving all five toes in my mouth at once, I suck them all as though I'll die if I don't. I lick the bottoms of her toes hard, making sure she's really getting the feel of my tongue on them. Cinda is already shuddering in a pre-orgasmic quake when each of my hands captures a full, round breast and squeezes, fingers working their way toward the hard, protruding nipples. When I pinch her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers she gasps and squirms. I keep the pressure on by immediately sucking on her middle toe, sliding the toe ring up and down the length of her toe. The combination of my mouth moving the ring along her toe and my fingers tweaking her tender nipples finally does the trick. With a moan and a tremble, Cinda again achieves orgasm. I continue sucking her middle toe and fondling her breasts while she cums, enjoying watching the creamy liquid erupting from her pink lips and squeezing through the nylon to trickle down her crotch to those oh so lovely ass cheeks. The scent of her vanilla come again wafts over me, giving me the urge to fling away her foot and again get a mouthful of it, lapping happily at her crotch and nuzzling my face in the sticky fluid. But again I remind myself that I'll soon enough have plenty of Cinda to eat, so I keep my mouth on her toe and my fingers on her nipples...until her gasping and squirming slowly comes to a halt.

When she finally stops coming, I'm a little disappointed. I could watch Cinda come all day. But the happy, ear to ear grin on her face makes up for it. Beaming and radiant, she raises her arms up over her head and stretches as if she was just waking from a particularly enjoyable sleep. Her eyes are so filled with joy that I feel warm inside. Not only was my canine tussle with the nylon worth every bite and chew, but I'd do every second of it over again to see that smile on Cinda's lips again.

And then the kicker....something else that makes it all worthwhile. Cinda's eyes turn mischievous and her mouth parts enough to allow her tongue to lick between them. I get hard just seeing that expression. Cinda sits up and leers at me. She looks squarely down at my growing erection, then back to my eyes.

"Hmmm.....seems I have a promise to keep," she says, "and since my drained pussy needs a rest anyway, I think it's time to reward my Mikey for what his wonderful mouth did for my feet." She leans forward and gently pushes me back, forcing me once again into a prone position on the sofa. She slinks catlike up my legs, her eyes locked on mine, until her head is above my throbbing tool.

Smiling and licking her lips, she says, "Time for Mikey's balls to get sucked through his fat, juicy cock." I'm grinning from ear to ear as I watch Cinda's head descend on my pulsating hardon. And when that hot, wet mouth surrounds and engulfs my penis in its loving embrace, my eyes close and all the blood in my body rushes toward Cinda's talented mouth.

My body becomes totally weak, putty in Cinda's hands....or should I say, mouth. After her initial tease of taking my penis completely into her mouth and making several passes up and down its length, she lets it fall out of her mouth. As I watch, she sticks her tongue out as far as she can and starts licking me upward from the base of my shaft slowly up to the tip of the bobbing helmet, playing in my slit with her tongue. She almost purrs as she licks my cock time and again, her eyes nearly as glassy as mine.

I can see she's getting excited as she licks. Then she begins kissing every inch of that pulsating muscle, adoring it and making it harder with each touch of her lips. I'm surprised when I feel her hands on the underside of my thighs, lifting my legs and pushing them back toward my chest. She's obviously not content with just my thick boner to dine on...she wants my testicles too.

Letting go of my thighs, she grabs my shaft with one hand, moving it up and to one side. Her other hand sides under my wrinkled sack, tickling it briefly before lifting my balls slightly forward and up. Her red haired head dives and I immediately feel that tongue lovingly bathing each testicle with long slow licks, followed by tender kisses. She takes first one, then the other testicle into her mouth and savors them both, licking at them as she sucks on them. Then she once again pushes on my thighs, so that my knees are now very close to my chest. She licks behind my sack, in that nowhere land between scrotum and anus. Her breath is warm down there as she licks behind, around and on my dangling sack. 

I feel like I'm going to explode on several occasions, but Cinda seems to sense this and quickly flicks a finger at my blood-filled head and presses another finger firmly in the soft area just behind the base of my shaft, having the effect of slightly negating the amazing effects of her lips and tongue. Then she does another turnaround and begins stroking me with one hand and gently cupping and squeezing my testicles with the other. I'm on fire again. But again the fingers restrain my enthusiasm.

Using this hot and cold technique, Cinda keeps my raging hardon from exploding, but keeps me erect and enjoying both her mouth and her hands. She feasts on my entire genital area like a penile connoisseur, a true expert in the art of the ultimate blow job.

"God, Mike...you have such a wonderful cock. I could suck this all day," she sighs.

"Feel free," I gasp, my hands playing in her beautiful red hair, "you go ahead and eat that puppy as long as you like."

"Mikey," she sighs, looking up at me, "I want you to come in my mouth. I just know your cum has to be delicious. Do you want to watch yourself come in my mouth?"

Not prepared for the question, I look down at her with a confused look on my face. After all, she's just about sucking all the blood out of me along with my semen, so my brain is sorely underfed at the moment.

"If you want to watch yourself explode into my mouth, I'll hold your cock on my tongue when you come and you can watch yourself spurt into my mouth. Would you like that?"

What an intriguing thought, I say to myself. Besides which, I get the impression that Cinda would enjoy seeing my reaction to watching myself squirt my fluids onto her tongue and down her throat. The more I picture both the act itself and Cinda's eyes looking up into mine as I anoint her tongue and fill her mouth, the more I like the idea.

"Wow....watching myself come in your mouth? Yeah....that would be hot....very hot."

Immediately, Cinda gets back to licking and sucking me, squeezing my balls, circling her hot tongue all around my purplish, throbbing head, sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, squeezing and stroking me. She's eating my cock like it's a gourmet sausage, savoring every spicy, flavorful inch. And this time when I approach orgasm, there are no surge-stopping finger flicks or jabs to quell the raging tide. 

My fingers entwine in Cinda's hair as the first chills scurry down my spine. My heart pounds and I gasp for air. My legs get rubbery, but my hips begin to buck slightly. My toes are curling and grasping the sofa cushions, trying to find support to push my hips up to Cinda's miraculous mouth. I moan and shiver as semen races from the testicles Cinda is so gently squeezing, through my shaft and toward my mouth-engulfed head. Keying on my moans and the movement of my back and hips, Cinda anticipates my orgasm accurately and precisely. Just as I begin to come, she holds my shaft steady in a firm grip and slides her mouth back just enough to stick out her tongue and rest the top of it on the underside of my head. She squeezes my shaft firmly, stroking in a rapid rhythm. My sack she gives a more subtle squeeze, gently kneading my testicles as she rests my glistening head on her tongue and aims it into her mouth.

With an arch of my back and a loud grunting moan, I come. My instinct is to close my eyes in rapture, but I look down to watch myself filling Cinda's hungry mouth. The first spurt rockets well beyond the tongue and is lost in the great cavern of her throat. The next several volleys also disappear into Cinda's mouth. But around the ninth or tenth burst of my sticky cream, the force subsides enough for me to watch the droplets spurt onto that wonderful tongue, some sliding down the back of it and some dribbling over the sides of it. As my orgasm wanes, my liquid is only able to spurt maybe an inch or so onto Cinda's tongue, pooling in the middle of her tongue just beyond the head of my cock.

Cinda only takes her tongue away from my dribbling head long enough to swallow. She moans and shuts her eyes while she swallows, enjoying the feel and taste of my love juices in her mouth and throat. Then she opens her eyes, squeezes the shaft of my penis with both hands, working any remaining semen up my shaft and out through the head, where she laps at it hungrily and sucks at the sticky slit. She works her hands up my shaft two or three more times to make sure she's squeezed out every last drop, licking up each glistening bead as it dribbles from the head.

I'm just about wasted. Watching my orgasm exploding onto Cinda's tongue and into her mouth enhanced my orgasm tenfold, and has made me just that much more exhausted in the wake of such a strong surge and release. I can barely breathe, let alone move. Cinda gives me time to recover, but tells me how much she enjoyed the experience nonetheless.

"Mikey, that was some orgasm. Your come is so sweet. Not vanilla like mine, but very sweet. And that cock of yours....mmmmm.....so thick and juicy....so mouth filling, in more ways than one. You say you could eat my pussy all day. Well, I'd love to have that hot sausage in my mouth a few times a day, too. What did you think of watching yourself come in my mouth? Did you enjoy it?"

I force myself to speak. I have to catch my breath before I can talk, and my head is still spinning, so I speak slowly and clearly...more for my own benefit than for Cinda's.

"That was just awesome," I force my lungs to give my vocal cords enough air to make the necessary sounds, "Watching myself spurt into your mouth actually made me come even harder. I don't know where you picked up that little trick, but you can suck my cock anytime, Cinda. Several times a day? Okay by me!" I try to curl my lips into a wicked grin, but I'm too drained and exhausted for even that minor exertion.

Cinda sits up, licking shiny droplets of my come off her lips, especially from the corners of her mouth. She smiles down at me. We're both pretty tired by this point. I see her eyes as they look over my entire body. She gently caresses my thighs and calves as she observes my still slightly trembling body. She leans back against the pillow at the sofa's arm. Still waiting for me to recover, she playfully plops her feet up on my belly, and giggles as she observes them. The chewed through nylon is pulled back from her toes, having slid down her insteps almost to her ankles. The ends of the gnawed sections are frayed and scraggly, ripped by teeth in a hurry to get to her toes. Cinda outright laughs at the sight of her mostly bare feet with the ragged fragments of nylon hanging from them. I have just enough energy to laugh out loud at the sight, too. It's amazing what one is willing to do to satisfy sexual urges and quell their lust.

As we both laugh, my eyes move up Cinda's shapely legs toward the wet nylon crotch. But as Cinda laughs, my attention is caught by movement above that stained material. Her breasts, full and succulent, bounce ever so pleasingly as she laughs. I can even see quite clearly her nipples bouncing and rubbing against the nylon as her chest shakes from laughter. My interest is piqued yet again. What delicious fun it would be to bite through that nylon and capture those pink nipples in my famished mouth. Cinda says she can have an orgasm just from having her tits sucked? Well, maybe it's time to put that to the test. Maybe it's time I give my dripping organ a brief rest and see if Cinda really can have an orgasm just from putting those lovely nubs into my mouth.




Vanilla Cream



Her laughter subsiding, Cinda smiles broadly as she sees where my eyes are focussed. I can swear her nipples get even harder when she realizes I'm ogling them. Her eyes are getting glassy again as she sees the hungry smile on my lips. She knows what I'm thinking. She feels my eyes caressing and fondling her nipples, and her chuckles turn quickly to sighs.

"Well, Mikey...it seems we do think a lot alike. The very next phase of my plan is for you to come up here and chew your way through this body stocking again...but, this time your prize will be my full, bouncing bosom...my oh so tasty tits. And if you suck my nipples just right, you'll smell my vanilla cream again as I come all over again. If you suck my tits really, really well, I'll have two orgasms....one for each properly sucked nipple. So, since you look more than ready for that, why not come on up here and put that hard working mouth to work again....on these two lovely pink nipples? Hmmmm?"

It's my turn to lick my lips, and slink catlike up Cinda's body. Squealing like a schoolgirl, Cinda snuggles herself into the pillow behind her, excited and expectant. I kiss and lick my way up the body stocking from her moist crotch up her belly to her heaving chest. I look closely at her eager nipples, kissing and licking them teasingly through the nylon. I gently bite each nipple, letting my warm breath play on them. Cinda is already squirming, and that makes me smile. I know I'll have no trouble at all giving her at least one orgasm, and maybe even a second, just from feasting on those two delectable breasts and their large, sensitive nipples. But first, there was my old foe, the nylon.

I look for the weakest spot in the nylon, and decide it's at the cleavage, the thin film hovering over the chasm between her breasts. Playfully, teasing a bit, I lick the nylon in the center of her chest, and she knows that's where I'm going to tear open the body stocking. She squirms and giggles. I slowly move my hands up the sides of her body and then slide them toward her center. All at once my hands pounce on her breasts and squeeze them from the sides and beneath. I lift and separate those impeccable globes, stretching the nylon at her cleavage. I bare my teeth like an actor in a cheesy vampire flick and lunge at that barely protected valley. My teeth once again dig into nylon, and the battle is engaged. 

Cinda squirms and giggles as I bury my face in her mocha-hued cleavage, my now experienced teeth gnashing away at resilient nylon. I purposefully make growling noises, like a playful pup - remembering Cinda's own comment about a dog with a chew toy. I pull and twist and gnaw nylon. Cinda holds my head and giggles gleefully, partially from my antics and partly from the erotic, nervous energy crackling throughout her body.

"Get it, boy! Chew the nylon like a good puppy! That's a good boyyyy!" she teases, beside herself with giddy pleasure.

I growl again, from deep inside my throat, and again pull back on the nylon with my teeth and jerk my head from side to side vigorously. The sight amuses Cinda almost to tears. But, the laughter stops and is replaced by a deep sigh as the nylon gives, a gaping hole formed directly in the center of that cavernous cleavage. I give her an intensely erotic, "You're mine!" look, and she squirms and licks her lips. Almost every part of her body is moving with the anticipation of having her breasts feasted upon by yours truly. And feast I most surely do.

Before ripping away the tattered nylon, I decide to play with and tease this succulent damsel. I bury my face deeply in that warm cleavage, nuzzling my nose and mouth as far into it as I can, squeezing her boobs together with my hands to force their warmth against my cheeks as I do. I move my face around energetically, letting my nostrils suck in the sensuous aroma of her skin. Finally, I can smell her bouncy tits without the interfering scent of the nylon. I kiss and lick as much of each breast as I can, ecstatic to actually be able to taste their sweet flesh. I could nuzzle in this warm valley forever, I think...and I probably would....if Cinda didn't have so many other pleasurable places to nuzzle.

Nylon still covers about two thirds of each breast, only the central third of each open to my exuberant nuzzling and kissing. And before I break Cinda's rule and rip her breasts free of the nylon with my hands, I decide to tease again. Each breast, in its turn, is treated to the sensation of my exploring tongue sliding along under the clinging nylon. I enjoy the feeling of Cinda's skin caressing the underside of my tongue while soft nylon stimulates the top of it. Cinda is just happy to have her breasts licked.

Pushing the nylon with my lips and tongue, I work my way to her left nipple. I squeeze my tongue between the tip of her nipple and the nylon. Back and forth I slide my tongue along that hardened nipple, the tight nylon pressing my tongue firmly against it, increasing the already nipple-firming sensation. Cinda squirms in a most pleasant way. While I lick the tip of her left nipple, my left hand gently pinches her right nipple through the nylon still covering it. My fingers gently press the nylon against her large, sensitive areola. Cinda moans and sighs, her lips parted in pleasure.

My hand then works its way to the hole in the nylon and slips inside the sheer material, fingers lightly playing on bare breast flesh...working their way toward that nipple once again, but this time without nylon coming between them. All the while my mouth continues to tease her other nipple through the nylon. I slip my right hand through the hole now, seeking that other soft breast. As I suck her nipple through the nylon, my hand cups her breast and squeezes gently, working slowly forward toward her nipple. My left hand squeezes and tweaks one excited nipple, while my right squeezes the breast my mouth is enjoying, making it more and more sensitive for my sucking mouth and licking tongue.

When I have Cinda squirming just enough, it's time to stop the teasing and get down to the business of thoroughly devouring those delightful orbs. I keep my hands squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples beneath the nylon, but I remove my mouth, reluctantly, from her tasty nipple. I lean forward to whisper in her ear. I let my hot breath play over her neck and ear, then lick her earlobe just before I inform her, "Cinda, dear, I'm going to break your no hands rule."

With that, I sit back up quickly, remove my hands from their warm playthings, and grab at the inner edges of the torn nylon. With a great, sudden heave, I tear the nylon outward hard. A loud tearing sound fills the small hotel room as Cinda's nippled gems bounce free. Two of the most mouth-watering tits I've ever seen jiggle and dance before my admiring eyes. It's as if I'm seeing them in slow motion, the great soft flesh of each one rippling hypnotically as they bounce outside the no longer confining nylon. Those suculent melons with their tasty pink nipples beckon me enticingly in their newfound freedom. And I hungrily heed their call.

Cinda's eyes are wide, and they smile just as much as her lips do. Still, her lower lip is coquettishly trapped between perfect teeth. She's giving me a look that screams for me to hurry and get my mouth on her breasts. She lies there very still, staring up at me, waiting for me to take her. She's actually holding her breath, unable to breathe until I voraciously devour each pleading nipple.

I make sure Cinda sees me licking my lips as I slowly lower my head toward her soft, sweet globes. Her eyes are filled with excitement as my tongue stretches out and circles the first nipple, the tip of it just barely grazing her goose-bumping areola. Around and around my tongue goes, while my hands again capture their prey. She sighs as my breath washes over her breast, flowing over and around my tongue as it licks.

Slowly I lick around that rock hard nipple. Then, I flick my tongue at the very tip of it, and then all around the sides of it. My lips lock onto it and suck it gently, my tongue again playing at its tip. My teeth clasp the nipple from top and bottom, and I lightly slide them up and down the entire nipple. I alternate sucking the nipple gently, flicking my tongue at it, circling it with my tongue, then sucking hard on it, and even lightly chewing it. I squeeze the breast firmly in my hand and suck on that nipple like a nursing infant, sucking quickly and continuously. I'm trying to find out which method of nipple stimulation Cinda enjoys most, but it seems she likes them all....which is fine by me.

I alternate from breast to breast, enjoying Cinda's large nipples immensely. I take my time and savor the sweet taste and soft texture of those ample breasts. And while my mouth is busy on one, my hand is only too happy to occupy the other. 

My mouth becomes heated and I suck and lick both breast and nipple with an urgency I've previously only experienced while eating pussy. My mouth takes in her entire areola and sucks hard, while my tongue circles the nipple and flicks at the tip. I'm actually panting as I suckle that delicious teat. I squeeze both breasts with my hands and my mouth jumps back and forth from nipple to nipple, licking and sucking for all I'm worth. I'm almost disappointed when Cinda begins to moan and tremble, because I want to feast on these amazing jugs forever. But, this is for Cinda, and I very much want her to have another orgasm.

I suck, lick, nibble, pinch and tweak tits and nipples, back and forth, one to the other, wishing I had another mouth, all the while fondling and caressing them. I'm completely lost in their allure. Other than Cinda's pussy when she rode my face earlier and drenched it with her vanilla fluids, I've never tasted anything so delicious..or addicting. 

Cinda's moans become louder, and I lick and suck harder. I feel that a little aural stimulation may enhance the oral stimulation I'm giving her, so as she begins to buck and sigh, I say, "Cinda, your tits are fantastic! I could suck these all day. God, you have the most delicious tits I've ever tasted. Come for me, Cinda. Come just from having me suck your tits. C'mon, honey, come for me. Let me smell that delicious vanilla cum again."

Cinda grabs my head and holds my mouth firmly against her breast. She arches her back and moans loudly. She squirms all over the sofa and every inch of her body trembles. She moans a deep, staggered, breathless moan and then her body from the waist down tenses. There's a brief instant where she stops moving completely, her body preparing for release. Then, with a moan that comes from her core, she bucks her hips upward and I feel warm liquid as her crotch rises up to meet mine, her exploding sex once again pulsing hot juices through the clinging nylon. I push her groin back down with my own, and press myself against her, grinding my crotch into hers, hoping the added sensation of my burning erection touching her pussy might intensify her orgasm. It does, and she grinds back, flinging her legs up and around me, locking her feet behind the small of my back, squeezing herslef against me. She humps her erupting pussy against my throbbing manhood, sliding herself up and down along its length, slickening it with her juices. She bucks her hips upward against me repeatedly. If not for the body stocking, we would surely be fucking. But, all in good time.

Cinda rides out her orgasm for several satisfying minutes, never once letting me take my mouth from her breast. If her orgasm had lasted any longer, the grinding of her pussy against my cock would have resulted in me having an orgasm too. I so wished I could've simply thrust my raging hardon right through the nylon and fucked her senseless - and I even considered trying just that at one point - but I think that would've ruined Cinda's plans for the rest of the evening. I sense she wants a slow progression from one fantasy to the next before the "grand prize". Besides, being an accomplished gnawer of nylon now, I find myself rather anticipating chewing through the cum soaked crotch of Cinda's body stocking to finally taste that sweet vanilla prize....tasting that vanilla cream without its being sifted through nylon.

Cinda's grip on my head releases, and her arms drop rubber-like at her sides. She's gasping for air and staring blankly at the ceiling. Her mouth is agape (again looking very inviting) and she sweats from nearly every pore of her body. I watch her chest fall and rise as she sucks in deep lungfuls of air. Slowly, the glaze leaves her eyes, her breathing slows and becomes more normal, and she begins to move again. Her body, particularly from the waist down, still trembles however, and I can see through the stocking that her crotch is still undergoing spasms, and liquid is still being squeezed out of her by strong vaginal muscles. But, for the most part, Cinda's orgasm has subsided.

"My God," she tries to exclaim, though it comes out as more of a sigh, "your mouth is just wonderful, Smutty Mikey. You had my tits on fire!"

"Thanks, sexy, but I rather think of it as your delicous tits inspiring my mouth to greatness. You really do have a most impressive pair of suckers there, ma'am."

"Mmm....thanks. Glad you like them." 

She lays there a bit, slowly relaxing and regaining herself. I slide back all the way to the other end of the sofa to get a full view of her. I sit here looking down at her. What a sight she is. As sexy as ever lying there, she looks like a true goddess...shapely, well rounded in the right places, red hair spread out like a fan,sexily, all around her pretty face, highlighting it. As beautiful as she is, however, I can't help but be amused by the savaged state of her once pristine body stocking...and maybe a little proud of that tattered condition, too. The chest is completely torn out from it, the center ripped outward, the breasts I just enjoyed devouring now free and boldly displaying their fullness. My tearing hands must've been more enthusiastic than I realized, because the thin fabric is split apart all the way from her cleavage down to her navel, which just barely peeks through the tear. The split fabric forms an open "v", almost looking like an arrow that points from the ravaged breasts to the still unsavored folds of Cinda's flower. That arrow points the way to the next phase of my trial by nylon, and the very thought of it makes me harder than ever.

Realizing that Cinda is not yet ready for more fun and games, I continue to admire her body. I note how completely soaked the crotch of that stocking is, from repeated orgasms. And from what Cinda has told me about how she likes going without panties while wearing tight jeans because of how the jeans rub against her pussy and feels oh, so good, I can't help but wonder if the nylon rubbing softly against that bald kitty might have the same effect on her. In any event, it sure looks like gallons of vanilla cream have squeezed their way through and into that lucky nylon.

Continuing my visual trip along Cinda's recuperating body, I laugh out loud as I focus on her sexy feet. I hadn't quite paid attention to them after I switched her toe rings for her (an intense blow job will tend to take your mind off such things), but seeing them now I can't help but chuckle at the chewed out state of the toes of the body stocking. The nylon is just hanging off her feet from about mid-instep back, her toes - like her amazing breasts - proudly proclaiming their freedom. All in all Cinda is a beautiful sight, though the body stocking is much the worse for wear. And I note that there's a place just about midway between the mangled nylon of the toes and the breasts that still needs to be chewed away so that something delectable can be properly enjoyed. Funny how my mind keeps returning to that.

Cinda is still in need of a few minutes of down time. I smile as I look down at her, seeing yet another post-orgasmic glow wash over her. So, while she still basks in that glow, I decide I'll comfort her a little. I lift her feet up onto my lap. On each foot, I tug back on the tattered nylon, pulling it toward, and finally over, her heels. It dangles ridiculously from the back of her heels, so I go ahead and rip it the remaining way off, tearing it all the way around her leg. Both feet are now completely free of nylon, and the body stocking now ends at Cinda's pretty ankles, although a bit raggedly. Still, her feet are now fully available for a soothing foot rub while she relaxes and gains her strength for the next phase of play. Besides, I know that having her feet rubbed and played with will more than likely get Cinda in the mood for my hungry mouth on that drenched crotch in no time at all.

"Now," I say, faking innocence, "my sexy Cinda will get a taste of the Mikey foot massage while she recovers from her latest orgasm."

Cinda smiles broadly and again snuggles herself into the pillow. "Ooh, that sounds great. Massage away, kind sir. Though, I want you to know that it might take me hours to recover." She smiles a mischievous smile, like she's putting one over on me. I know better.

"Well, then," I reply, "I'll just have to rub these pretty feet for hours, won't I?" As I say this, I lift the foot I'm rubbing to my lips and gently kiss the tips of her toes and along the side of it to her ankle, very slowly and erotically, dragging my lips from kiss to kiss. As Cinda watches this, I can feel the tremble start at her foot and vibrate its way up her leg...and I know I've got her, because I know where that vibration is going to end.

As I rub her foot, I continue to kiss sensually all around her instep, my eyes looking directly into hers. I know that when she feels my soft lips and warm breath all over her foot, she won't be thinking about recovery anymore... but about my oral trip to heaven. I put the final nail in her coffin by gently spreading her toes and kissing them all over, tops, bottoms, sides and tips. My thumbs keep kneading and soothing her soles, but my lips gently adore the tips of her toes....her ten wiggling clits. When my thumbs move up to massage her toes while my lips are brushing along the tips of them, she starts to squirm again. And I can tell by the look in her eyes that toe play is history. Cinda's ready for the next phase...and so am I.

"Oh, you know me too well, Mikey. You know damn well what that does to me. You're ready to get a really good taste of vanilla cream, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged," I reply.

"All right, then, smutty boy....this what you want?" She whisks her feet away from me and pulls her knees back toward her chest. She spreads her legs wide and puts one leg up on the back of the sofa and the other on the coffee table in front of the sofa, bracing her foot on the edge of it. Her bold display of her vanilla drenched pussy makes my primed member stand immediately erect....and Cinda takes it all in with glee.

"Time to eat nylon again, Mikey....and pussy too." She smiles wickedly and wiggles on the sofa as best she can, flaunting her stocking-covered sex. She rubs it for emphasis, adding, "Sure would be nice to have that strong tongue licking all around here. Mmmm.....just the thought is making me so hot. Come lick me, Mikey."

My turn to tease. I start by licking her ankles and work my way up slowly along calf and thigh. I can see the anticipation in her eyes, and I'm sure she can see mine. When I get to her nylon-trapped treasure, the scent of vanilla is strong, and it turns my mind to mush. I lick at the fluids soaking the nylon, and the taste of it makes me hunger for more. I try to be sensual and tease more, but the sensations flooding my brain are causing it to overheat. All I can see is a pussy that needs my lips and tongue, that yearns to be free of the nylon so it can experience a probing tongue deep inside it, and later, something else inside it.