Message-ID: X-Archived-At: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: ImDulcinea@aol.com Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost: Dinner Time Dinner Time by Dulcinea The delightful odor of a roasting chicken filled the house, his mouth watering as soon as he opened the door. Dropping his coat over the back of the sofa, he followed the aroma to the kitchen. "What's cooking, good looking?" he asked, sneaking up behind her. She was standing at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he hugged her, kissing the side of her neck. "Smells great!" "Thanks." She kissed the top of his head, turning her attention back to the potatoes in the sink. "Dinner will be in about thirty minutes. Want to set the table?" "Mmmm." He pulled her back against his body, loving the feel of her softness in his arms. They could both feel his cock growing hard as it pressed against her ass. "Maybe we should plan dinner, say, in about an hour?" "Honey..." She leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder, relaxing a moment in his grip. "The chicken will be burned, the broccoli will be overcooked, the potato salad won't be ready...." She took a deep breath as his hands moved up to caress her breasts through her tee shirt. "And I haven't done anything for dessert," she finished breathlessly. "I like my broccoli mushy," he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding down, under her waistband of her knit pants and inside her panties. Rubbing the outside of her shaved pussy, he ground his cock against her ass. "And I know exactly what I want for dessert." His finger plunged between her pussy lips, and he wasn't surprised to find her already wet. Stroking her clit softly, he was delighted by her soft moanings. She dropped the potato she was peeling into the bowl, the knife clattering to the sink below. Nibbling on her shoulders through the tee shirt, he began to slide her pants off, his hands caressing the soft skin on her hips and thighs. Falling to his knees, he began to lick the inside of her thighs, smelling the sweet odor of her pussy. Two fingers slid deep inside of her, twisting and plunging in and out of her. She was leaning heavily against the sink, spreading her legs wider so he had better access. Replacing his fingers with tongue, he licked as deep inside her pussy as he could, lapping up all the juices that he could get. Crying out, she came hard, right on his tongue. "Uh-oh," he said, laughing. "I had my dessert before dinner. Hope I'm not in trouble!" "No, not in trouble," She returned his laughter. She still lay against the sink, breathing hard. "But you are going to have mushy broccoli." "Good!" He unzipped his slacks, his hard cock springing out. Hand on his hips, he held her steady as he entered her, plunging all the way into her on the first stroke. "I told you, I like mushy broccoli." Pinning her against the sink, he pumped in and out of her, her pussy tight around his cock. The pleasure became unbearable as she climaxed, her pussy muscles clutching his cock, trying to draw him in deeper. "Oh, honey," he said, his body stiffening as he shot his cum inside of her, "I love you so much!" They stayed together a few moments more, enjoying the touch of the other. When at last they separated, they did it slowly, tenderly. At dinner, he ate mushy broccoli happily. And later that night, he had a second helping of dessert. -- -- Story Submission: Moderator Contact: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site (could be better):