And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

... euphoria in her voice. She wiped her mouth and slapped her napkin on the table, then sat back and burped, holding her stomach which seemed to have grown twice its size. ‘That was good. I’m so full, I feel I’m going to burst. How was it for you?’ ‘It was very good. Thank you.’ ‘How about dessert?’ ‘Oh no, I don’t think I could. I’m absolutely full.’ ‘Nonsense. You haven’t even asked what’s for dessert.’ Something in the tone of her voice made me suspicious. I was trembling again. ‘W-what’s for d-dessert?’ She stood up and came to my side. ‘I have some delicious pie.’ Marie pushed the table aside and planted herself before me. She lifted her right leg and rested her foot on the chair beside me. The hem of her skirt slid over my shaking knees. Her crotch was inches from my face. She looked down at me. From the look on her face, I knew I was expected to say something. ‘W-what kind of p-pie?’ She beamed. Her hands came down and slowly crumpled the skirt upwards. Her long thin white legs came into view. She had ugly knobby knees and her skin was a very pale white. The skirt continued its upward journey. I saw a bush of long curly blond hair appear beneath it. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. No wonder I had slid in so easily. ‘Hair pie!’ She laughed, or rather she cackled like a hen about to lay an egg. I stared at her naked cunt. It was very hairy, the coarse blond hairs standing out in thick tufts. Beneath her bush I could just make out a pair of thin pale outer cuntlips sagging ...

... down, tightly closed at the top and slightly separated at the bottom. ‘Come in, dig in. Don’t you like my pie?’ Her hands came down between her legs and spread her cunt. A pair of thin rosy cunt lips unfurled and slowly sagged downwards. She thrust her pelvis forward, burying my nose inside her cunt. She was hot and wet on my face. ‘Sniff it. Tell me how it smells.’ I sniffed noisily. She had that muffy fishy cunt smell that women produce when they don’t wash very often down there, with a whiff of stale piss and a lingering foulness from her farts. Although it was not a pleasant smell, I felt my dick stir inside my pants. Or was it because of her bold move of sticking her cunt in my face? Boldness in women, especially if sexual, had always been a huge turn-on with me. ‘Well, do you like it?’ I nodded, which made my nose slide up and down the crease formed by her cuntlips, which embraced and adjusted to the contour of my moving face. ‘Tell me. I want to hear it.’ ‘It smells gorgeous.’ ‘Does it turn you on?’ ‘Yes, it does.’ ‘Show me.’ I looked up at her without withdrawing from her cunt. I could see her eyes just beyond the bushy hill of her pubis. She pulled back and stared at my crotch, waiting. Only fair for me to show my dick, if she had so generously flashed her cunt for me. I unzipped my pants and released my pulsating cock from its confinement. It bobbed up and down between my legs. High above me, she was grinning. ‘Good for you. Now open your mouth, let’s find out what ...