Ms. Laura Pt. 02 Ch. 36

Chapter 36

Ms. Laura began by unbuttoning her blouse and shedding her skirt. No panties and only a black lacey bra under that she was naked in seconds. Crawling onto the table behind me, she pressed her breasts against my back. Her hands dove under my arms and she embraced me tight from behind. She held me there for a while taking in my warmth.

When her moment was over her hands reached down and started to stroke my cock. It didn’t take much for me to stiffen. Her soft delicate fingers played my instrument like a maestro.

“Emily,” she said resting her chin on my shoulder, “what are your favorite toppings?”

She smiled, “chocolate with sprinkles.”

One of Ms. Laura’s hands left its post and return with the chocolate sauce. She gave it a shake then flipped off the cap. Gripping my cock at its base, she held the bottle high over it and began to squeeze.

The first rope of cold vicious liquid hit me like a truck. I shudder involuntarily causing both women to laugh.

“Maybe I should have warmed this up first,” Ms. Laura chuckled, “oh well, you’ll just have to let it melt in her mouth.”

When my member was fully coated, she dragged over the sprinkles and poured a handful onto the chocolate. My cock looked like long john and I avoided making any cream-filling jokes.

“Dig in,” Ms. Laura said letting go of me.

Emily didn’t hesitate in breaking her pose. She took control of my now chocolate-covered manhood and found a more comfortable position to enjoy it.

Ms. Laura scooted back and gently pulled back on me to let me know I was to lie down. I did as I was commanded. She then got high on her knees, hovering her cleanly shaven flower over my face. I knew what was coming even before she slathered her parts in whip cream.

She lowered herself onto my face and I graciously accepted it. The light sugary cream was cold but only concealed the warm treat within. As I began to lick free my prize I felt Emily’s warm tongue on my shaft. It was more welcome than ever before as it cleared away the icy toppings.

Ms. Laura bent over and began to help Emily clear my cock. Both their mouths on me were a wonderful sensation. They occasionally took a break to kiss softly or pour on my chocolate sauce. None of it was enough to bring me to climax but the slow soft stimulation had me writhing and twitching. I kept to my job, working on Ms. Laura’s pussy.

After a few minutes of this, my efforts began to bear fruit. Ms. Laura began to shift and strain with the rhythm my tongue beat out on her clit. I increased my tempo. Ms. Laura sat up and started to moan. She gripped my hair with one hand while the other stabilized her against the table.

Her breaths got shallower between coos and wails. I knew she was close. I didn’t relent. The whip cream was gone and her pleasure was the only sweetness I could taste. I had to fight through my own sensation though. Emily had cleaned my cock of the chocolate sauce and was now returning my own enthusiasm toward Ms. Laura to me. It was a race.

I doubled my efforts, working every muscle in my mouth towards the one goal. It soon paid off though. Ms. Laura tensed and her wailing became a shout. I kept up my assault till he pulled off me panting.

“Good job Johnny!” she said between breaths, “I think it’s Emily’s turn.

Emily looked up at the mention of her name but left my cock in her mouth.

“Dear lay on your back,” Ms. Laura instructed, hopping down from the table to make room.

She released my member with an audible pop and a smile. I pulled away following Ms. Laura onto the floor.

Emily laid out on her back, feet apart, and hands under her head. She was gorgeous. Her large breast poked up like mountains while the roundness of her ass prevented the small of her back from touching the table. Laid out like this, her toned muscles poked through her pale silky skin.

She must have been cold because her nipples were hard and little goosebumps were forming across her flesh. It was hard to feel for her though. A smile wide and genuine was plastered across her face, red plump lips peeled back from pearly white teeth. Smears of chocolate were blotched across her face.

Ms. Laura appraised the array of toppings before her like a surgeon examining her tools. She started with the whip cream. She drew a health bead around each of Emily’s breasts. The cool cream blown from the can onto her skin elicited a giggle.

A little bowl made from cream. She first filled it with the cut strawberries, and then poured artistic lines of chocolate. After the sprinkle of jimmies, I would have dug into the delectable feast if Ms. Laura hadn’t stopped me.

“Ope,” Ms. Laura held up her finger, “Not yet, one more thing.”

She shuffled quickly into the kitchen and back with two whole cherries. I laughed and took in the sight as she placed one on each nipple. Emily’s pale skin really made her breasts look like ice cream under all the sweets. They were mouthwatering.

Ms. Laura gave me her all too notorious look, the one that forewarned trouble. By now I had learned to love it. She went for it, face first into Emily’s closest breast. The second was obviously for me. I didn’t hesitate.

I dove into the whipped cream and chocolate sauce. It coated my face and I fished out chucks of strawberries with my teeth. Emily burst out in a peal of nearly uncontrollable laughter. It must have tickled. I instinctively grabbed her arms to keep her from defending herself.

Emily’s legs came up as she tried to curl into a ball, but both Ms. Laura and I refused to let her close, at least not until she was clean.

I enjoyed every second of it. I already loved Emily’s boobs, but covered in chocolate and strawberries, it was all the better. Eventually, I found her nipple and its pitted guardian. I took the cherry off with my lips and cored it in my mouth. I deposited the pit and stem on her chest, where it rolled between her breasts. I gave that nipple extra attention and made sure it was extra clean.

When I was done clearing most of her breasts, my appetite for her was not satiated. I stood back up straight and grabbed her legs to pull them toward the edge of the table. I needed to fuck her hard.

I had almost forgotten to ask Ms. Laura for permission, but my request was already granted with a dirty sweets-covered grin. For a brief second, I took notice of all the chocolate sauce and whip cream on her face, neck, and chest, realizing I was probably the same way. It would have to be a later concern though. More important matters were at hand.

My heart was already pounding and my blood was up. My cock slid inside her smoothly. All the foreplay had her soaking wet already. I didn’t hold back either. Deep and forceful, I opened her up with my member. The table shook but was heavy enough that it didn’t budge.

Ms. Laura stared at us longingly from the other side of the table. She wasn’t going to wait for us to finish to get her turn. She climbed back up and straddled Emily’s face like she did mine. Emily started her work the best she could while getting slammed from my end.

Ms. Laura squirmed and squeezed her own breasts, “don’t hold back on her Johnny. She needs a good fucking.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied knowing this already.

She needed it bad I thought. With my every thrust, there was a wet slapping sound coinciding with a soft muffled moan. I was like a predator. The sounds of her pleasure drove me into a frenzy, like the cries of a wounded animal did to a lion.

Lactic acid built up in my muscles and I had to shift my stance a few times before I felt the familiar pressure. It was time.

Picking up the pace I only took rapid shallow breaths, not wanting the feeling to fade before I could work it up into release. Emily’s pussy was so tight and perfect. It fit me like a glove, touching every part of my cock it needed.

Ms. Laura lay forward on top of Emily. Her mouth was right by her pussy; nose inches from getting hit by my thrusting body.

She kissed Emily just above her slit, “when you cum boy, do it right in my mouth. You understand?”

I was already close and short of breath, “yes ma’am.”

Emily’s soft moans were no cries of ecstasy. Every one of my last few strokes sent worlds of pleasure through her body. She wore them all on her face as it contorted. Finally, I felt the damn burst. I gave it one more stroke for good measure and then pulled out.

Ms. Laura lunged, sucking my cock, or as much as she could fit into her mouth. I felt ropes of my seed coating the back of her throat. She coughed and spluttered while I tensed and groaned. Emily panted finally free of the orgasmic beating she was taking.

As the last pulses of my discharge came and went, Ms. Laura greedily slurped them down. I was exhausted and sweaty. We were all messy. Chocolate sauce and whip cream covered the table and our bodies.

I collapsed onto the table next to Emily, all too happy to roll in more mess if it meant I could catch my breath. I felt Ms. Laura right herself and start laughing.

“Well that was the most fun I’ve had in a while,” she said giggling, “hope you two had fun as well.”

Her panting stopped.

Emily started to laugh too, “I really liked being turned into a sundae. Definitely a thing to try again.”

I coughed, but gave them both a wry smile, “I didn’t mind being turned into a long john.”

“And a creamed-filled one at that,” Ms. Laura made the joke a reframed from earlier.

She whipped her face of the last of my cum, licking her fingers clean. In the comedown post-orgasm, it really dawned on me that this was it. We would go to bed tonight and fly out early the next morning. I would see Emily on base for sure now, but Ms. Laura would be left alone.

“We have a lot of toppings left,” Ms. Laura said breaking my melancholy, “why don’t we polish it off with some ice cream.”

“I’m down, but then a hot shower,” Emily said.

I smiled, “same!”