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Ice Cream, You Scream (MF, FF, oral sex, food)
by Walks-ny-Night (c) 1991
                              
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    My name is Maureen, and I'm taking the time to write this to 
help out other women who might have the same problem as myself. My 
dilemma was simple. I married a wonderful, secure, attractive man, 
whom I adore. I also adore having my pussy eaten, and 
unfortunately, my husband, who not normally a picky eater, stops 
one step short of hair pie. No matter how I cleansed myself or how 
much I would suck his cock, he would simply and without further 
discussion refuse to slide his tongue into my love nest. I have a 
very good girlfriend who loves to give me excellent head, although 
I do not consider myself a lesbian and have never gone down on her. 
One day, while she was munching away between my thighs, I let it 
slip that Ken, my husband, had never experimented with oral sex on 
me. Debbie was aghast, and she told me she would help me formulate 
a plan to remedy the situation.

    Debbie is a foxy, horny 24-year-old with an incredible chest 
measurement of 42C. She told me that she would see if she could 
seduce my husband into eating her out, and if she could, then we 
would know that it is not oral sex itself that Ken objects to, but 
me. we set it up so that Debbie would come over one day after I had 
left for an evening class that I attend. She tried to get me to 
peek through a window at the action, but I felt that I might get, 
jealous and try to break it up if it got too steamy.

    Actually, I was pretty sure that Debbie would not get her pussy 
eaten that night. We came to an understanding that if she did get 
my husband and herself too horny, they could fuck, but I didn't 
want to hear about it from anyone except Ken.

    The following is Debbie's version of what transpired. I left 
for my class at 6:45 P.M. after kissing Ken good-night. Debbie rand 
the bell at about 8:30, innocently looking for me. Ken explained 
that I was out for the evening, but invited her in to watch a 
football game. Debbie, naturally, agreed to stay, and they both 
settled on the sofa to watch.

    About halfway through the first quarter, Debbie let out an 
anguished moan and started to rub her left tit through her blouse 
and bra. Apologizing, she started to leave the room. Ken asked what 
was wrong and she relayed a made-up story about a breast aneurysm 
that could occasionally be painful. She told him that she would 
have to massage it for about half an hour before the pain would 
subside. Ken told her to relax, that he was super-happily married, 
and that she could probably stay in the same room and massage it 
without fear of being attacked by him.

    She asked if he was really under control, because she would 
like to remove her bra and blouse if it was safe. He told her to go 
ahead. His dick started to get hard as he watched her, out of the 
corner of his eye, strip off her top and massage herself. Debbie's 
nipple became erect, and she occasionally stopped to tug at it in a 
casual, relaxed manner. At the end of the first quarter, their 
conversation had resumed and Debbie decided to make a move. She 
told Ken that her hand was getting tired, but there was still a 
little pain, and asked if he could rub her breast without getting 
too horny. Without hesitation, ken moved over, reached around her, 
and began rubbing. She protested at first, saying that he wasn't 
doing it correctly. Debbie explained that she could demonstrate the 
proper technique on his dick, and had it out of his pants in under 
ten seconds.

    Ken did protest at first, but one of her gentle penis pulls 
silenced him immediately. Before too long Debbie was sucking all 
eight inches of Ken's dick, and he was lying back, moaning. She 
casually removed her skirt and slip, leaving her vital opening 
still covered by panty hose and panties. Ken, who is no great 
master of control, was about to come and told her so, so she 
stopped immediately, leaving him one second short of an orgasm. She 
directed him to lie on the couch faceup as she lay down on top of 
him. First she slid her nylon-covered thighs on each side of Ken's 
penis, contracting her legs around it. Ken moaned that the nylon 
felt incredible around his dick. She wriggled down his body until 
her breasts were on both sidesof his fully erect member, and 
finally moved further down for more oral activity. 

    By this time, Ken was facing a panty-hosed, panty-covered cunt 
directly in his face. Probably out of instinct more than anything 
else, Ken's tongue darted out and began licking the cotton crotch 
between Debbie's legs. In his ecstasy, Ken told her that he was 
very inexperienced at oral sex, but had eaten out his secretary a 
few times. I had to force this information out of Debbie, but it 
didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Debbie asked him to 
go down on her, but he hesitated and got up from the couch. As he 
walked down the hall, Debbie figured that that was the end of their 
session.

    To her surprise, Ken returned minutes later with a towel, ice 
cream, chocolate syrup, and bananas. He spread the towel out on the 
couch as he explained to her that the best way to eat cunt is in a 
"pussy sundae." He proceeded to make an ice cream confection in her 
vigina and ate it all, throughly licking the "dish" clean. Debbie 
refused to tell me much more after that, leaving me to believe that 
they probably ended up fucking. But even that didn't make me 
jealous, probably because I was coming when she relayed the 
information to me. Debbie told me the entire story while she was 
making and eating her own pussy sundae, with me as the dish.

    The next step was to somehow convince Ken to use me for a pussy 
sundae without letting on that I had set him up with Debbie. I let 
a week pass, and then put my new plan into action. When Ken came 
home from work, I told him that I didn't feel quite right and my 
pussy had been itching terribly all day. I told him that I had 
called a girlfriend who had recommended rubbing butter on it, and I 
asked him if he would like to be the one doing the rubbing. He 
readily agreed, and in no time I was down on the bed, his hard 
fingers spreading the butter all over me. After a few minutes, I 
told him that I was feeling a little bit better but thought that 
peanut better would help more, due to its thicker consistency. He 
not only brought back a jar of peanut butter, he also brought a jar 
of strawberry jam. Ken turned me into a delicious peanut butter, 
jelly, and vagina sandwich. I was in total ecstasy, and since then 
I have experenced the joy of acting as a dish for a sundae, 
spaghetti, salad, and corn-on-the-cob.

