I dated her while she was still in High School and I was in my early 20's and she was built like a brick shit house - with a few extra bricks in the front and rear! She fucked like a rabbit, could suck-start a Harley, and loved whipped cream! She's the one that introduced me to whipped cream and lingere nights! For close to five years we pounded each other silly in bed, sometimes morning, noon and night, but mostly, our messiness was minimal. Then one winter night drinking in front of the fireplace, all hell broke loose. We had bought a case of beer and a couple cans of whipped cream, not noticing a few partial cans in the fridge, and started to get ready for some fun. Still in our cloths, we lay on the floor propped against the couch, enjoying drinks (more than a few by now!) she had the idea of licking some whipped cream off the front of my jeans. First a small squirt, then a little more - as my dick hardened in my black levis, then a bigger squirt, and some more - her tongue and lips went crazy as I felt the warmth of her saliva, breath, and melted whipped cream soak through the fabric of my jeans. More on my jeans, then the inside of my thighs - it was on her face, in her hair, her neck, her sweater and the turtleneck underneath. We gulped beers, a second can of whipped cream came out, more on my jeans, I lifted her sweater and covered each nipple and licked it off, and added some more and repeated. By now we were both hot and horny, someone suggested hershey syrup. I went on her nipples, with a little more whipped cream, and my mouth went to work. She laughed that I had chocolate all over my face and on the white turtleneck under my sweater, as she pulled my dick out through my zipper and covered it with whipped cream and chocolate. Down she went, as it squeezed out of her mouth, her hair becoming even more plastered together and to her face. She rolled her face around in the mess and then pushed her tits together through her sweater and rubbed them on my cock. Reacting to this, I pretty much emptied a whole can onto my jeans and dick, and she indulged her sweater covered tits with it. Wild with excitement, we sprayed each other with hershey syrup- all over our clothes, faces, hands - and then added more whipped cream. We licked and sucked each other, mouths, faces, tits, my cock - and she went wild, covering her tits with more whipped cream. The supply ran out - I went to the fridge, the few remaining partial cans, a bottle of strawberry syrup, half a dozen odd pudding cups. I returned and she was on her knees, grabbed my cock and stroked it, while begging me to dump everything over her head, and I obliged - and it drove her wild. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock as I poured strawberry syrup over her head, I pumped her face as I smeared pudding on her sweater and tits. Finally, she stopped, tore off her jeans, rolled face down in the mess and had me fuck her from behind, both holes, and Ias I was about to let go, rolled over and took it in her mouth. Finally, relief, after almost 2 solid hours, we laid in the mess and laughed. Then she got up, pulled her jeans on and left the room to clean up. In a minute I heard the shower and found her in it still fully dressed and I climbed in. As we rinsed off our clothes while still wearing them she decided we should poke again, and off came the wet clothes for another round.
We cleaned up, and cleaned up our mess and went to bed. The next morning we found whipped cream remnants on the drapes, back of the furniture, and several more unexpected places. It gave us a laugh that day, and for years to come, even after we broke up.
25 yrs later after a couple marriages, divorces, etc(we each had one) we end up meeting in Florida. What was supposed to be a friendly breakfast and catch up session where we promised each other to behave, turned into a wild week long fuck-fest reminiscent of the 80's and our days of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, but though we laughed about what we did in the past, we never even attempted to get wet or messy. We parted ways smiling and hoped to see each other again, but no promises was our "promise" to each other.
SIx weeks later I got a phone call, and she's flying into Hartford unexpectedly for business. "Will I be around?" she asks, and I answer that I'll pick her up at the airport. It's spring, cold, wet, damp, raining. I dress for the weather, not giving it much thought - jeans, black ribbed turtleneck sweater, canvas overshirt, rain jacket. She comes down the escalator to the baggage claim wearing high boots, tight jeans, a white ribbed turtleneck and a navy blue blazer - her massive tits getting glances from every guy, and some girls, in the immediate area. She gives me a quick kiss and whispers "Still got the turtleneck fetish I see!" and "I dressed to play too!".
We grabbed the bags and headed to the car where I'm informed that we're not going to my house almost 50 miles away, but to a suite in a nearby hotel right off the airport. She "needs" to stop at a store for a few things like cigarettes and maybe some beer, so I find one more or less on the way. It's raining so she has me drop her by the door and pick her up a few minutes later. 4 bottles of Hershey syrup, 4 cans of whipped cream, a pack of Marlboros, and a six pack of Bud. She smiles and says "Ready?" "Yup" I reply.
After checking in and dropping our stuff, we go to the hotel bar. No beer for us, but half a dozen mixed drinks later she says it's time. Almost midnight, we head to the room, I turn on the tv and drop into a chair. In less than a minute she tells me to get up, throws a towel on the chair, takes off her blazer, rolls up her sleeves and kneels down between my legs. She smiles at me and says "Your florida whore flew up here to satisfy your kinky needs!" and at that, she upends a bottle of Hershey syrup on the front of my jeans and starts to lick it up. In less than a minute, her hair is messy, the neck of her sweater shows chocolate, and there's even some on one tit. My dick is rock hard by now, and she works it out of my fly. More syrup, both hands stroking - now comes a mountain of whipped cream, both hands, mouth, tits. She pours some on the chest and belly of my sweater and runs her tongue through it, and then to my mouth, covering me with whats on her. Next the two tits are in my face, I'm covered in chocolate. We're back to licking it off each others' faces while kissing. She's jerking my dick and I'm rubbing her tits through her clothes. More mess - we're rubbing it in, her crotch is hot and wet through her jeans. Then her secret is revealed - she undoes the zipper of her jeans and it goes almost all the way around. My fingers find her pussy, and her ass, for at least a few minutes, until she mounts me. As she pounds my dick into submission, I lube her ass with whipped cream and finger fuck it driving her wild. She takes my dick in her ass while slathering my chest with whipped cream, rubbing it up onto my face and licking and kissing me. At one point she hands me a bottle of Hersheys and I kind of look at her. She rears back on her thighs and pushed her tits together, sticks out her tongue and looks up at the ceiling. It's a signal - I start pouring it into her mouth, on her face, and her tits - emptying the bottle. She cums repeatedly and then collapses forward on top of me laughing. In a couple minutes, she starts to laugh about the way we look and leads me to the bathroom. We're a mess, clothes plastered to us. I suggest a shower with our clothes on, she smiles, takes my hand, tells me we still have stuff left, and leads me to the tub and says lie down.
Leaves for a few seconds and returns with the last bottle of Hersheys and a can of whipped cream. She climbs into the tub, straddles me, and runs whipped cream from my crotch to my neck, laughing all the while, then proceeds to rub back and forthwith her slimy jeans and wet pussy making sure to rub my cock as well. With the can empty, she picks up the syrup and points out that it's full, unscrews the top and pours most of it over my head while shrieking with laughter. Then she pours the rest on the chest of her sweater, throws the bottle, grabs my dick and shoves it into her, pulls my hands to her tits, and we rub it in with 4 hands while she bounces up and down on my shaft until she screams in multiple orgasms. She smiles and tells me that its good that I didn't cum yet, that she has a surprise for me, and I feel the unmistakable warmth and wetness on my crotch almost immediately as she rises to her feet and completely soaks me to my chin. I smiled at her and said "Me too" and without further prompting she made her way down to me with her tits in the proper position. Her head tilted back and her hands came up to rub them as I released a nights worth all over her, and myself, and when I was just about done her mouth found its' way to the tip and took the rest only to have her spit it back and use it for lube as she finished me off and swallowed everything.
We lay together in the tub, in our mess for a few minutes until we started to cool down, and then we showered together first in our clothes, then naked, and washed each other clean. While I changed into pajamas, she cleaned up the entire mess, finished rinsing the clothes, and joined me in bed an hour before the sun came up.
We laughed about being 19 again and the fun we had, then and now. And she said it again: "Your Florida Whore flew up to take care of your fetish needs", "How do you like that?" She knew the answer, and we met a few more times during the coming months, the sex, as intensely passionate as it was, was more or less vanilla. But we once again parted ways, life taking over desires and what probably always should have been.
I saw her 2 yrs. later at the funeral of a mutual friend, by then both of us had been through, a couple relationships and were working on present ones. We were friendly, cordial, and when our eyes met there was still that bond from long ago, but reality, distance, and age had dampened the fire that once burned out of control.