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Journey to 100 Women: Brian's Sexcapades (Part 17 - Sloane) [M25/F25] [Playful] [Cake Frosting]
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This story is about Sloane, the 38th woman I slept with.

I was swiping through Tinder one day and came across the profile of a woman who looked very familiar. I recognized the face, and the name kinda rung a bell, but couldn't remember where I knew her from. Then I swiped to the last pic - her in a batting cage, mid swing - and it dawned on me: her and I went to the same college, and actually had a class together senior year. The batting cages picture jogged my memory because she used to play softball for our school. The extent of our interaction was her coming into class late on the first day, sitting in front of me, and asking me for a pen. It was one of the few times I had actually spoken to a woman in college. Things had changed since then, to say the least.

Sloane was 5'6 with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. She was built like a lot of softball players are - a small torso and thick, muscular legs, with a big ol' booty to match.

To my pleasant surprise, we matched, and I immediately brought up the fact that we had a class together. Of course she didn't remember me - I was practically invisible back then, and had no qualms or hard feelings about that.

"That's crazy!," she replied. "I feel like I definitely would've remembered you..."

"Haha, well...better late than never..."

The flirty banter continued as we caught up with each other. I was working at a bookstore at the time (a job that supercharged my sex life in ways I'll get into in upcoming stories), and happened to mention I was learning how to cook based on a book I had picked up at work. She asked if I knew how to make chicken parm, which I did, and she followed that up with "You should totally come over and teach me!" And that, as they say, was that.

That weekend, we went for a walk in the park around her neighborhood, chatting and connecting, before ultimately taking a trip to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for dinner.

We cooked the meal together, and were touchy and playful throughout, building the anticipation that had started earlier in the day on our walk. Once dessert came, it was on.

We had just finished dinner, and were sitting across from each other at the island she had in the kitchen. I picked up one of the cupcakes we bought for dessert, and booped her face with it, leaving blue frosting on the tip of her nose.

"Haha, hey!," she playfully exclaimed, before wiping it off and retaliating with a cupcake of her own, rubbing the frosting on my chin.

I was feeling confident, so, just like a fellow softball player, I took a swing.

"I can't reach it," I replied. "I think you're gonna have to lick it off..."

She shot me a knowing smirk, leaned over the countertop, slowly licked the frosting off my chin, and stood there with her tongue out, waiting for me to lick the frosting off her.

I matched her energy and leaned forward to slowly lick the frosting off her tongue, before backing away to tease her.

She walked over to my side of the island, wearing that same seductive smirk, and we shared a deep, slow kiss, tasting the frosting we both now had on our tongues.

I hopped off the barstool and picked her up by the waist, to her gleeful surprise, and sat her down on the countertop as she chuckled with playful anticipation.

I lifted up her yellow sundress, spread her legs, and slowly pulled down her white panties, the crotch of which was still stuck to her lips even as the rest of it was by her thighs, before finally snapping back like a slingshot, revealing her glistening, moist, fat pussy.

She was neatly trimmed, and had really plump, beefy outer lips that were a few shades darker than the rest of her body. I had had a few experiences with women that had meaty pussies like that, and they were always great, and I knew hers would be no exception.

I crouched down a bit so that my face was eye level with her pussy, delicately spread her puffy outer lips apart, exposing her clit that was tucked behind them, and got to work.

I tongued her clit and worked two fingers inside her already slick pussy, enjoying her sweaty, tangy smell and taste.

"Mmm," she said, as she took a bite from a cupcake and ran her fingers through my hair. "This is the life haha."

I stopped licking her up for a second to respond.

"I think what I'm eating is a little better though, ha."

"Haha, oh okay! Excuse me!"

I continued eating her out, her legs draped over my shoulders, her juices running down the red barstool cushion, giving it a nice shine, when her hips started to slowly wiggle back and forth. Her clit was becoming more sensitive, and I knew she was getting close.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her in place, but the bucking continued. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and kept me in place.

"Don't move, don't move, don't move," she commanded. I did as I was told and let her use my face however she needed to in order to get off.

She worked her hips up and down and started forcefully grinding my face, smothering my nose and lips with her fat wet pussy.

"Oh god, oh fuck," she continued, as she reached her O, holding my face against her warm slit that was now beet red.

She released her grip and I was able to breathe again for the first time in minutes.

Her face was flush and her forehead was glistening with sweat. She closed her legs and massaged her pussy softly, catching her breath.

"Fuck that was good. Whew. Okay. Haha. Just give me a moment."

We made out for a few minutes while she cooled off, and I took this time to get acquainted with her tits, pulling them out of her dress and taking them into my mouth. I also figured, why not keep the food play going, and rubbed a cupcake on her tits to lick some more frosting off.

She'd giggle as I licked them, then we'd share another frosting kiss swap, then I'd go back to licking them, another frosting swap, rinse and repeat, until her tits were all clean. She reached down and tugged at my pants, which were inexplicably still on, and I knew she was ready for round two.

Once again, I got between her legs, and this time she spread her fat lips seductively as she waited for me to slide in.

I rubbed my cock up and down her plump, wet slit, coating the head of it with her juices, and slid inside her slowly. Surprise, surprise, it felt fucking amazing. It was as warm and wet as I expected, and there was a cushy, velvety snugness to it that I knew would make me blow my load too early if I didn't focus.

I pulled her off the counter slightly, so that her ass and lower back were hanging off the edge. She rested her legs on my shoulders and I held her thick ass in my hands as I started thrusting.

I maintained eye contact with her as I fucked, knowing that looking down to see my cock pounding her meaty slit would be too much to handle. Besides, I loved seeing her playfully seductive grin turn into a series of gentle moans once I found the right tempo for her. Unfortunately, that same tempo felt just as fucking amazing for me. I knew I wouldn't last as long as I wanted to, but I did the best I could to get that out of my head.

I guess she could read my face though, just as I was reading hers, because she knew I was getting close. But rather than encourage me to just let go as so many women had done in the past, she issued a challenge.

"Not yet."

"Ha...no?"

"No."

She took another bite of her cupcake and fed me a bite as well.

"Hang in there! Haha!," she encouraged, probably as close to reaching her second orgasm as I was to reaching my first.

I closed my eyes and held on as best I could. Funnily enough, I couldn't think of baseball in that moment, because she played softball, so it would just remind me of her.

I tried to think of something, anything else to take my mind off of it, but oddly enough, doubling down and embracing the moment was actually what kept me going.

Yes, I was currently inside her wet, snug pussy. Yes, it was hot to think back to the day we met, and who would've known that a few years later, I'd be fucking her in her kitchen. But as my hands gripped her chunky ass, I realized I still had work to do.

I had yet to explore said chunky ass, or hit it from the back, and cumming now would effectively end the opportunity to do so.

So I closed my eyes and ignored everything but that fact.

Hold on...for that ass.

Hold...on...for that...ass.

Hold on...for that fucking ass.

She took her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me in deeply, and I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as I held on just long enough to send her into a second orgasm.

Once she came down from it, I spun her around and bent her over the counter, getting my first look at that glorious ass of hers.

I was still way too close to blowing my load, so I bought myself a little time. I grabbed a cupcake and playfully smeared it across her sweaty cheeks.

"Oops. I'm gonna have to clean that up," I joked, still out of breath from the pounding I just gave her.

"Hahaha go for it," she replied, and playfully wiggled her ass as I dropped to my knees.

I spread her big ass and licked the frosting I had smeared on her cheeks and in her crack. The more I licked, the more it spread, the more I had to lick. I wasn't gonna be content until all traces of blue frosting were gone. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it.

Eventually, I got it all, and the only thing left to do was grab those now sticky, firm cheeks, and pound them for as long as realistically possible.

As I've mentioned several times, I'm an ass man to the fullest, and asses, just like pussies, come in a variety of different types, all of them awesome.

Sloane's ass was thick and firm, and the cheeks were wide, but slimmer towards the top, and rounded at the bottom, like teardrops.

I rubbed my cock along her warm crack, teasing her with it, and buying myself a few extra seconds, before sliding back into that beefy pussy for some standing doggy.

I grabbed a handful of her sundress for leverage and started pounding away, slamming into her firm ass with long, hard strokes, knowing I wouldn't last long, but giving it my all before that time came.

"I'm gonna...cu-...whew fuck..."

She got the message, and this time, before I could react, she pushed me back, grabbed her cupcake, and got down on her knees.

"Heh...wha-"

Without saying a word, she grabbed my cock, smeared the entire head with frosting, and began sucking it off.

"Ohh fuck...," I replied, clutching the counter instinctively, my legs becoming noodles as she sucked the frosting off my cock with force, and brought me that much closer to orgasm. Her tongue would swirl around the head, licking the frenulum and the ridge, and everything in between.

I could feel it coming. A tingling feeling in my toes that made its way up my thighs, into my balls, through my shaft, and out the head of my cock, as I finally let go of the nut I had been holding in for way too long.

"Arrgh, fuck," I grunted, feeling the head of my cock shoot a spurt into her warm mouth that would've rivaled the frosting in terms of its thickness.

She held her tongue out to show it off, my thick load sitting atop her now blue, frosted tongue, swallowed it in one gulp, and shot me the same smirk she gave me at the start of the night.

I looked down at her still on her knees, and took it all in. A woman I was too scared to talk to in college, now on her knees, swallowing my cum and looking up at me with a sultry grin.

It was yet another surreal moment in a life that was quickly adding more of them.

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