Message-ID: <35355asstr$1014351012@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: Jeff Zephyr Reply-To: jeffzeph@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <3c759a39$0$1610$272ea4a1@news.execpc.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 19:08:41 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} One Fine Day -- #3 -- Creamy Sausage Supper (MF oral rom cons)-by Jeff Zephyr Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 23:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, kelly Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have problems which result from reading further. Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002. Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based on reality. If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine. One Fine Day -- Chapter 3 -- Creamy Sausage Supper (MF oral rom cons) - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002. All Commercial Rights Reserved. Creamy Sausage Supper Children squealing, dog barking, and dinner cooking on the stove, a normal household scene for us. I was still excited from our lunchtime experience, the interruption, and the lovely, delicious result -- and her supper request, wanting more. I expected that would really warm things up for tonight, subtle comments through supper, things we couldn't say openly. Well, we could, but our kids might not appreciate it as much as we would. I was starting to serve supper to the kids when she arrived home. Standing in the kitchen doorway, she looked so hot I became instantly aroused. The look in her eyes, her slightly disheveled appearance, hair out of place from the wind, all were sexy. Her outfit wasn't as neat as this morning, which reminded me of our lovely lunch tryst. When I held her to kiss, my brain recognized what my body was reacting to. No bra! She'd taken it off sometime that afternoon, as I knew she had it on when she left. I squeezed her hard, hugging her tightly to me and pressing my hands into her ass. Only her light slacks were in the way. I wondered if she still had her thong on, or and "lost it" like she had her bra. Thinking about her all afternoon made me more than ready for her, and realizing she was braless, and maybe panty-less as well, was electrifying. Our kids watched us doing this, but thankfully didn't say anything to break the mood. They just went on with their meal, letting Mommy and Daddy say hello in their usual way. My darling broke our kiss to say, "I need to change clothes before dinner. Can you help me with that?" "Certainly," I said. "It will be a pleasure." "A sweet delicious pleasure, darling," she replied in a teasing voice. We left the kids to finish their meal, trusting them to be good without us for a while. Off to our room, but we didn't make it because she grabbed me and embraced me again on the way, pushing her hips hard against my hard-on, which I'd tried to hide as we left the kitchen. I was still wearing the same light shorts and a T-shirt, no underwear today for me either. I didn't turn to see if anyone had followed us, not wanting to reveal the visible sign of my passion. She was excited too, though the visible signs were harder to see. She grabbed my hand and led me to our room. On the way, she started to undo the buttons on her blouse, getting the last one as we went in the door. She slipped the thing off before closing the door, a daring show. Sure, I didn't expect observers but that didn't matter, it added more heat to my excitement. I was awestruck, looking at her lovely bouncy breasts, and the delightfully stiff, rosy nipples at their tips. She let me look a while, deliberately posing for my visual enjoyment. "You should change too," she suggested. "OK," I instantly agreed, and stripped off quickly. I didn't have far to go but she watched me, taking off her socks but not her slacks. I was impatient to see what she had under them. Had she come home with her bare pussy touching those slacks, maybe with them unzipped? I stood waiting, and posed for her, pushing my "sausage" up, letting it bounce a little. She looked me up and down, and slowly slid her slacks down. Very slowly, just rolling them down a bit, so I could see her bare middle only. More showed, enough so I was almost sure she had nothing underneath, and then I could see it for sure. I smiled in delight, and giggled with joy when she ran her fingers across it along the way, before rapidly removing her pants. I had loved how she looked in her lacy thong panties. They didn't cover much, and what they did cover was teasingly revealed. But knowing that she'd come home without even those was just too sexy hot! "I see you've got my sausage ready to eat!" she said, and giggled a little herself. Both of us were thinking about eating, but not about eating food. "It looks like you've warmed up some sauce to go with my sausage. You look delicious." "I kept thinking about you all day long. My panties were... they got to wet to wear, so I took them off." "At work?" I could imagine how excited she had to be in order to feel compelled to pull them off at work, unable to sit comfortably with them on. "Uh hmmm. I did, it was too hard to leave them on. Rode home with my zipper down too, so I could warm up some more on the way. I know how much you like that." "I wish I'd been there with you." Of course, getting any work done in that situation would have been hard, but this wasn't a time for practical thoughts. I asked, "So, what would you like for supper, hungry girl?" "Let's swap. Feed me your sausage, and you check out what I've cooked up." I lay on the bed on my back, and she lay on top of me, facing down between my legs. Her kisses on my thighs were like heat from the stove, rising as she moved to sear my sausage with her hot tongue. I tasted her sweet, very wet, slick pussy, and lost myself in the delight of her tenderness. To eat and be eaten was the supreme pleasure. But in a short time she stopped her delightful licking and said, "Roll over. I want to be under you." She put her lips back around my dick, so I gently rolled so she could keep her hold on, never letting me go. I pressed my face into her wet pussy and tried my best not to slip off as we turned over. As we completed this tricky maneuver, I held myself up and just couldn't keep my tongue on her sweet spot. But soon I was back, eating her pussy from top to bottom, soft silky flesh with a lovely sweet middle in my mouth. She sucked my sausage deep inside, and I gently helped it slide in and out of her mouth. I loved her this way, pleasing me as I pleased her, trying hard to make us both come fast. It didn't matter who was first, not like this. Not that it mattered always, but I knew we didn't have time for more than a fine appetizer of 69 sauce before our real supper. Her teeth scratched lightly on the sensitive underside of my hard dick, and pressed into me as her tongue rapidly swirled and flicked around the tip. I felt her fingers stroking me, on my shaft, my balls, and my legs. She was so very good at this, knowing how to bring steaming heat to quickly "cook" my sausage to well-done. I tried to get her to the same point, sucking her clit hard between my lips, letting my teeth hold her sensitive button so I could rapidly stir it, my mouth watering in anticipation of her pleasurable wetness. But she was faster and drew my cream out, swallowing it deep in her throat, then licking me over and over until I was clean. I didn't want to slow down my cooking, but I just couldn't ignore what she was doing to me. However, as soon as she finished and I'd caught my breath, I resumed my meal and in short order was rewarded with some delightfully sweet, spicy sauce. I licked the bowl clean, enjoying the warmth, taste, and texture of her sweet pussy. We lay there for a minute or two, and might have stayed there longer but for the loud voices from the other room reminding us that we weren't alone. "Well, I'm glad that we got to have that snack before supper," she said. "Hmm, it is just so hard to be away from you on a day like today." "I love you too," I said, smiling with delight. Comfy clothes were quickly found for a nice relaxing bit of family time together. That is a lovely part of our life too, but I am ever so glad that we haven't got so old to forget why we fell in love in the first place. -- Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002. Please don't distribute in an altered form, with removal of any part of the story or author credit and copyright info. Do not distribute it, or place it on a website, CDROM, or other location or publication, with any charges for acquisition, either to access the site or archive, or any other charges specifically for the story, without permission. If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to tell me how I could write better, or just would like to say hello, write to me at my email address shown above. 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