Vanilla Cream Ch. 02

All I could think of was my car....my sweet, clean, unspoiled car. I couldn't do that to her. She was a virgin. Then I said to the ear-nibbling Cinda, "Where's your car, Cin. Maybe we could...."

"Oh, Mikey....shoe boy....are you insane? A Honda? Have you ever tried anything in a Honda? Get real, smutty boy....we need something bigger than that." Then she whispered in my ear, "It has to be bigger, so I can spread my legs so, soooooo wide for you."

I swooned. I was rock hard. No, more like titanium. I needed to suck every inch of Cinda from her head to her toes and then get so deep inside her that there was a risk I wouldn't get back out. "I.....I.......shit!" I said, coming to the conclusion that only my big, bad DeVille could save the day. Cinda was way ahead of me.

Dragging me through the parking lot, she growled, "You HAD to park in the next county, didn't you, Mikey? Oh, you men and your cars!"

"Where are we going?" I asked, noticing we weren't heading toward Betsy.

"We're going to my car. I'll drive us to your car to save time. Don't argue, either. Just go with it!"

I did. Always practical, she had parked very close to her favorite store. She flew like a banshee to her car and hustled me into it. She then drove at breakneck speed through a thankfully mostly empty parking lot. Along the way I told her where I was parked, and she steered her guided missile in that direction. She screeched to a halt alongside Betsy, but leaving enough space to quickly open her door without slamming it into the shiny finish. As I got out on my side, I noticed that she had parked crooked, a testament to her haste, as she was always the perfect parker.

"Open up Betsy here, and fuck my brains out, Mikey." Again she captured my mouth and feasted on it. I fondled her luscious ass as we kissed, and pressed my hardness against her. She grabbed my ass in return and pulled my hardness even more firmly against her rapidly heating groin.

"Open the door, Mikey....c'mon, let's go, boy! You've got parts to suck and lick and nibble...and hump raw!" Her eyes blazed as they watched me fumble with the keys. Her impatience was palpable.

Despite the clumsiness, I've never opened a door faster in my life. I opened the front door, then reached back to open the rear door. Before the lock even clicked to the unlock position, Cinda nudged me aside and ripped open the door. She threw herself onto the spacious back seat and sat against the far door, ripping her tube top up over her head. Leering at those bouncing, suckable melons with their "bite me" nipples, I flung myself in after her. I reached around to close the door behind me before getting my hands and mouth ready to savor every inch of the delectable, squealing Cinda.

By the time I'd turned back around, Cinda was wide eyed, not knowing what she wanted first, but knowing full well she wanted all her clothes OFF! She kicked off her fuck me pumps and screeched, "Oh, shit! Damn these tight pants! Help me get these off NOW Mikey!" Only too willing to comply, my hands were like grasping claws as they reached for the waistband of those skin tight pants. Nearly biting my own tongue in the process, I grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked with the strength of frustrated desire. The force of the tug lifted her a good foot and a half off the seat as I managed to get the stubborn pants over her hips and backside in one strong pull. In the instant before she fell back to the seat below, my focused eyes were treated to the delicious pleasure of seeing Cinda's naked bottom in all its sensuous glory. As if in slow motion, I watched as the stubborn pants cleared her ass and I managed to get them down to her knees. As her lush rump was freed from its tight prison, my eyes adored her cheeks as they jiggled and rippled gloriously in their newfound freedom. That kissable derriere hovered ever so briefly, then seemed to sigh as it drifted in slow motion down to the soft seat below. I know I was sighing just seeing it. And I couldn't help but think, even as I tore Cinda's pants the rest of the way off of her body, just how lucky that car seat was to have that lovely, desirable tush sitting on it, warming it. And what memories that would've stirred if I'd had more time.

"Suck those toes, baby...no, wait....suck my boobs...bite my nipples. Kiss my ass, Mikey..bite it, suck it, lick it. Eat me, honey, eat me! Then get that big cock of yours in my mouth...and my pussy. I'll suck you dry before you fuck me raw!! Get to it, Mikey...I'm so horny I could bite your cock off!" She was so hot she was shoving body parts at me randomly and rapidly. It all happened so fast, I never had the speed or agility to grab a single one of them. Until, of course, I took matters into my own hands and lunged on top of the squirming Cinda.

"I'll get your toes next," I panted, the sound muffled by her left boob filling my mouth. As I enjoyed her succulent bosom, she fell back, giggling and forcing her hands into my pants, and looked up at the early morning sun as it shone in the back window of my Caddy. Squeezing my buns from inside my pants, she moaned, "Oh, God, Mikey, fuck me good. Fuck me really, REALLY good!" While I ravaged her breasts, Cinda squeezed my butt. But, as skilled and eager as her hands were, they didn't remain on my ass long. With incredible speed, she circled them around to the front of my pants and had them unzipped in less than half a dozen heartbeats. With a mouthful of nipple, I realized that my penis was free and being stroked and squeezed by the horny Cinda. Needless to say, my boobie sucking increased in direct proportion.

Licking around her taut nipples, I moved myself slightly to one side on the seat so Cinda could get a good grip on my hardened member. Immediately her hands captured both penis and testicles. My brain was getting fuzzy, and all I could think of to do was suck. The warmth and texture of those hardened nipples was driving my mouth mad, and I sucked them ravenously, sighing and panting all over her succulent globes.

"Oh, you feel so good, Mikey. Oh, yes...."

I took a nipple between my teeth and squeezed it gently. She moaned. Her grip on my shaft strengthened and her fingers played with the head. I would've gladly sucked Cinda's breasts all day, but the option was taken away from me. The alternative offered to me was even more delicious.

"Mikey," Cinda gasped, "I can't take it anymore. I need to come. Eat me, Mikey. Get that incredible tongue of yours between my legs and lick me til I cream all over you." Just as I began to happily comply, she added, "And give me that luscious lollipop of yours to suck on. Give it to me NOW!" Now I was indeed ecstatic to obey. The authoritative tone in Cinda's voice was making me harden with some kind of submissive joy.

Quickly, I kissed and licked my way down her body, repositioning myself once again on the seat. I turned around with my head at her enticing pussy and my raging hardon throbbing near her chin. I didn't even care if she sucked me - though I knew she would - as long as I got to taste that sweet, tender vanilla cream honeypot of hers.

It turned out Cinda was even quicker than I was. Before I could spread her moist petals, I felt her hot lips around my tiny helmet, her tongue lapping the slit. I returned the favor, opening her and sucking the juicy pink folds of her sex, licking all about with a gluttonous tongue. Spreading her as far as I could, I even slipped my tongue inside her, my heart pounding with the pure pleasure of it. It was all I could do not to scream out my joy.

"Mmmm...," she sighed, taking her mouth off of me only long enough to speak, "such a pushy tongue, Mikey...I love it! Don't stop licking me until I drench that cute face of yours." With that, she lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs around my head...tightly. She added, "In fact, smutty one, you're not going anywhere until your job is done. You lick Cinda nice...like a good shoe boy." Before her words had faded, her mouth was back sucking the life out of me.

Cinda's decidedly dominant tone, and her wrestler's scissors lock on my head were something new. I'd eaten her before, but never had she gotten bossy about it or placed my head in a vice before. I found myself grinning between licks. I kinda liked this demanding new Cinda. I was tingling all over...and she appeared to be, as well.

I did my very best to lick her "nice". And lick her...and lick her. For her part, she sucked like a vacuum cleaner on steroids. Her thighs holding my head captive actually helped me get my tongue deeper inside her. And that made her squirm and wriggle about the spacious back seat of my new Caddy.

With my pants now down around my calves, Cinda was able to spread my legs quite a bit. Without taking her mouth off my penis, she squeezed and rolled my testicles in her hand. I wanted to look down to see her sucking me, but my face was being held hostage in her sweet, dripping muff, and that was impossible.

"Oh, yes, Mikey....YES! Good shoe boy...lick that up nice! Keep licking it, sweetie." I could barely breathe down there between her legs, but....I didn't care a bit. Who needed breathing when Cinda's succulent fur pie needed to be devoured? Besides, she was sucking my brains out, so thinking was a blur at best anyway.

With my legs spread wider and wider, Cinda laid my penis flat on my belly and held it there. She then licked and sucked my balls, sometimes gently lapping, other times licking hard with her mouth taking first one, then the other, inside it. At one point she playfully popped them in and out of her mouth, her tongue breaking up the ball sucking with long licks between them. My entire crotch area was humming the song, "I'm in Heaven."

As we blissfully feasted upon each other, the sunny sky above turned gray. Clouds, wispy at first, congregated, forming huge, sun blocking sheets. The individual sheets then became one immense shield. The sun, for all intents and purposes, ceased to exist. A low rumble was heard in the distance...though not by Cinda and I. We were oblivious to anything except our two writhing, moaning bodies.

Lapping like a madman, I had managed to find Cinda's swollen bulb. So anxious was it for attention, that it nearly jumped into my mouth. When I just touched it with the tip of my tongue, Cinda moaned...and her thighs squeezed my head even tighter. Suffocation was becoming a distinct possibility. But....who cared! Suffocation would be a small price to pay for some quality time with Cinda's legs wrapped around my head.

Suffocation was also feasible on Cinda's end of things. She had left my testicles and had now rammed my throbbing hardness seemingly as far down her throat as it would go. I could feel her lips at the very base of my shaft whenever her mouth completed its downward glide along it. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment, and hoped she was also near that joyous pinnacle.

Again releasing my devoured meat only long enough to speak in panting gasps, she cried, "Oh, Mikey....I'm gonna cum. Oh...God...keep licking...suck my clit...hard, baby...HARD!! I'm gonna....suck....the cum....right outta you!"

She was as good as her word.

Her thighs nearly cracked my neck when she came. Those head crushing thighs held me firmly in place. Her orgasm was so intense that she gushed like a geyser, spurting her vanilla cream onto my hard working face. Not wanting to be outdone (actually, because I had no choice), I returned the favor. Arching my back and moaning loudly I shouted, "Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

As soon as I shouted that, Cinda pulled my primed member out of her mouth. Stroking it, she held it above her face, opening her mouth wide. She wanted to watch it spurt into her hungry mouth. Squeezing my sack and stroking me hard and fast, she squealed with delight as I spurted my hot liquids directly toward her waiting tongue.

How I wish I could've seen it. What a glorious sight it must've been.

But, in my mind's eye, I could see every satisfying blast of sticky cream as it sped downward to splatter on her cheeks, her shiny lips and her pink, hungry tongue...every milky blast that rushed directly into her waiting mouth. Again, I saw this in my mind's eye in delicate slow motion as my tongue kept busy in her humid, dewey flower.

On my end, I was busy trying not to drown in her sweet, vanilla nectar. I'd never seen her spurt with such force before, and knew it must be very satisfying for her. I kept licking her as she came, wanting to keep those flavorful juices flowing. When I stuck my tongue into her opening, I felt the delicious sensation of her vaginal walls squeezing it. That made me cum even more. It seemed like a wonderful cycle...the more I came, the more Cinda came, each orgasm fueling the other. God, this must be what eternal bliss was all about!

When we'd both spent ourselves, I tried to slump onto the seat...but there wasn't enough room for us to lay side by side on it, so I slid slowly onto the floor. I rolled onto my back and looked up. Cinda was on her side, smiling down at me. Behind her, through the rear window, I could see the roiling sky. Gone completely was the once dominant sun. Now, only dark clouds ruled the sky. On the window itself, tiny droplets of rain hit lightly, trickling down the slick glass. Cinda's voice wrested my mind from the approaching storm.

"Wow, Mike...you really came hard that time." Her face glistened wetly as she grinned at me.

"So did you. I thought you were going to either suffocate or drown me." My own grin was a bit sticky.

"I sure tried to. That was one intense orgasm I just had. The best in weeks."

For a bit we just laid there, Cinda on the car seat, me on the floor, and gazed happily at each other. A roll of thunder broke the spell.

"Storm's coming," I said.

"Yes," she replied, resisting the temptation to say "No shit, Mikey," and rolling on her back to look out the window. As she did, a bolt of lightning blasted groundward. The thunder followed after a substantial pause, indicating the storm was miles away. "Mmmm...I just love having sex during a storm," she continued. "How bout you, Mikey?"

"Definitely. It's very erotic. But even if I didn't," I laughed, "sex with YOU anywhere, anytime is good."

"Aww..thank you, Mikey." She smiled sweetly down at me.

Then she got playful again. Her smile went from adoring to mischievous. She grinned lasciviously. I've learned that with Cinda, repeat performances rarely took long to materialize. The curl of her lips was like the twisted grin of some lecherous old man seeking to deflower a naive young virgin. I shuddered, partially with expectation. The other part I can only describe as fear of the unknown....for Cinda seemed to want to delve into more devious diversions today. But then, I realized....delving into ANY diversion with Cinda could only be incredibly satisfying.

Still lying on her back, she lowered her leg over the side of the seat, letting her foot dangle over my head. I could see the soft soles and the tiny wrinkles under her toes and along the sides of her foot. Slowly she moved it back and forth over my head, hypnotically.

"Still my shoe boy?" she asked, grinning. Like...was there a chance in Hell I'd say no?

"Of course," I sighed...."always."

"Well, I recall telling you to suck my toes, shoe boy. And correct me if I'm wrong, but....did that ever happen?"

"Well," I stated matter-of-factly, "I did suck your toes in the store."

"Oh....wow....in the store? You mean, that thirty second suck I got? No, no, honey...I'm talking much more than that." She now leaned over the edge of the seat, lowering her foot to within an inch of my lips. "When I tell my shoe boy I want my toes sucked, I mean I want them sucked THOROUGHLY. I want that hot mouth of yours to take my toes deep inside and lick and caress them....WORSHIP them like they deserve to be worshipped. Don't you think your sexy Cinda is worth that much? Hmmm, shoe boy?" She wiggled her painted toes and flexed her sexy soles right above my eyes. I was pudding...and she knew it.

I laughed, but not for long. Cinda's grin and those sweet, soft feet with the burgundy polish on the toes were beginning to make me sweat. "Cinda," I replied, the words coming from somewhere deep in my besotted soul, "your feet - and every inch of you - TRULY deserve to be worshipped. You know I mean that."

"Yes....I do, Mike. And I love that about you." She bit her lip. Again she grinned, looking me over. "Take off your clothes all the way, Mikey. I'll lay here and watch the storm outside while you do. Hurry up, shoe boy. Cinda wants to play with you some more."

I was naked in ten and a half seconds...give or take. I sat there on the floor, my eyes feasting on the hottest woman I'd ever known. Every inch, every curve of her inflamed my desire for her. I would gladly lick even her kneecaps or navel anytime she wanted it...and she knew THAT, too.

With the most evil grin I've ever seen - even on Cinda - she sat up and leaned her back against the car door. She dangled her legs over the edge of the seat from about mid-calf down. She smiled wickedly as she wiggled her feet and said with a glint in her lovely eyes, "Worship my pretty feet, shoe boy. Make them, and me, feel more loved and needed than ever before."

After the tease of helping her try on shoes for well over an hour, those playful peds wanting to be adored was more than my hormones could take. I was on her feet in a heartbeat, kissing them like a servant kissing the feet of royalty. Cinda sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation of warm lips and a hot, wet tongue loving her feet. I licked and sucked them as thoroughly as I always do. We were both in Heaven.

Halfway through my total worship of Cinda's soft feet, my head started to clear somewhat, though my eyes and mouth still focused almost totally on her silken foot flesh. To me the sound was distant, though in reality it was very near. Thunder was becoming more constant now, the air outside the car vibrating with the almost incessant rumbles. The spattering of raindrops on glass was much increased, almost as constant as the thunder. From somewhere on the hazy periphery of my sight, I could see flashes of light, one after another. And every major slash of lightning, accompanied almost immediately by its attached thunderous crash, seemed to coincide with the movement of my mouth from toe to toe. Looking up, I saw Cinda looking glassy-eyed out the rear window, her mouth open, her breathing deep, low moans escaping her shiny red lips. She so loves having her toes sucked.

It felt like minutes, but Cinda later told me I'd sucked her toes and kissed her feet for nearly an hour. And though she moved little during the entire delicious venture, she did indeed get hotter by the second...as did I. You can't kiss ANY part of Cinda without that happening. It's just a constant law of the universe.

With a sigh, she finally pulled her feet away from me, nearly splitting my heart right down the middle. "Mmmm...that felt lovely, shoe boy. I think maybe a reward is in order. How 'bout you? Would you like a nice reward for services rendered, my sexy little shoe boy?"

Knowing it could only be good, I nodded enthusiastically as I blurted, "Oh, yes...yes indeed, sexy Cinda. I'd LOVE a reward!" In retrospect, I must've looked like a tail wagging, fawning puppy...but I didn't care. And besides, she always said she loved when I look like that, so that's good enough for me.

"Hmm....all right. Let's see....you've sucked my breasts....you've licked between my legs, and oh so nicely, I might add....and you've worshipped my soft, pretty feet. What reward could I possibly give you? Hmmm?"

I knew what I HOPED it would be. And when she rolled onto her left side, I almost passed out. I personally thanked God for letting me be alive at this moment....for letting me meet Cinda in the first place. I felt my head swimming, and my already stiff penis threatened to explode. Cinda giggled at the look on my face when I saw what she was offering me.