“We serve a very fine banana pudding,” Zoe said, coming up to our table. “Big thick bananas in a very creamy pudding with a dollop of white whipped cream as the finishing touch.”
Meg caught her lip in her teeth, trying not to laugh.
“Of course, we do mash our bananas.”
“I don’t know if Hunter wants his banana mashed.” Her bare foot was stroking my calf. “But we’ll take two anyway, to go,” Meg said as I tried to keep it together.
* * *
“Do you like whipped cream?”Meg opened the banana pudding container.
I smirked. “I could always eat some cream.”
My joke hit the mark. With a leer of her own, she swiped a finger along the top of the dessert. She drew a heart around one nipple. Then, with her gaze flicking to mine, she did the same with the other. Then she lay back, arching so her cream-covered tits stood up proudly. “Bon appétit.”
I had a flash of appreciation for the truly terrible pun, but it was rude to keep a lady waiting. I bent, licking and sucking the sweet cream off her tits. Not that I needed the excuse. I loved the feel of her breasts in my hands, the way her nipples pebbled to stiff peaks in my mouth and under my tongue. Soon, there was very little whipped cream to be had. I kept going, pressing kisses between her tits, up her neck, tasting her skin inch by inch.
Her breathy moans seemed to shoot straight to my dick. I couldn’t help myself; I pressed my shaft against her thigh to ease the ache.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “Am I making you hard? You like these?” She arched her back, all but shoving her tits in my face. I had the urge to motorboat them.
Instead, I took two handfuls and pushed them together. The bits of whipped cream I hadn’t managed to lick clean yet looked like splatters of come. “You know I do,” I said huskily, my thumbs tracing around the edges of her nipples. “I want to see them dirty.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I glanced at her just to make sure she was serious—the mischievous light in her eyes told me she was. Then, just to make her intentions crystal clear, Meghan brushed my hands away to cup her own tits. Squishing them together, she lifted them to create an enticing tunnel for me to fuck.
“Go ahead,” she said. “I know you want to.”
I wasn’t going to ask twice. Shifting around, I threw one thigh over to straddle her rib cage. Then I slid in. Soft and hot, I looked down to watch my cock disappear between her perfect breasts. She held them together to keep the tunnel tight, her mouth parted.
“You’re so hot,” I breathed, amazed. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” She wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. “Are you going to come on my tits?”
“Going to paint them white,” I promised and shifted to rub faster in and out between them. The sight was lewd and dirty and so, so hot. I was close already—the familiar feeling of hot pressure building behind my balls.
When I was about to come, I pulled out and took myself in hand. Pleasure rolled up and down my spine. I ejaculated thick streams over those hot nips, some splatters nearly hitting her chin.
Meghan tipped her head back and moaned. It was one of the most erotic things I had seen in my life.
“Fuck,” I breathed, sitting back to admire the work. Meghan was a mess, and she was gorgeous.
“Hmm.” She looked coyly up at me. “That was nice, but don’t tell me you’re done yet.”
I smiled at her. “Not even a little.”
She had made me come, and it was time for me to return the favor. Eating Meghan out was a pleasure. I loved the sense of power I had literally at the tip of my tongue. With the eager little noises she made, I knew my cock would be back in action in no time.
Moving back, I knelt between her thighs and threw one of her legs over my shoulder. She parted for me, eager and glistening wet. I pressed my face against her hot, wet pussy.
Her clit was hard with arousal against my tongue. I lapped my tongue right over the nub just to listen to her breathy moans. Her legs flexed involuntarily against me.
Smiling, I teased her with the end of my tongue just to hear her curse. It didn’t take long. She was always delightfully responsive.
“Hunter… Hunter, I’m close.”
I could hear desperation in her voice. My own cock was hard in renewed interest. It was as if I had not come before at all. Finally, I put my fingers in play, plunging into her slick hole as I swiped my tongue over and around her clit.
