From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Chocolate Cock (MF, oral, food)
Date: 16 Mar 1996 03:37:53 GMT

			    Chocolate Cock

	I snapped the milk chocolate bar into small pieces and dropped
them one by one into the double boiler. My mouth watered as I watched
the candy slowly melt. Would one bar be enough? I considered the size
of my husband's cock and balls. Hmmmmmm, just to be safe, I decided to
melt a second bar.

	Jack wandered into the kitchen as soon as the scent of
chocolate hit him. "What are you making, sweetheart?" I heard from
behind me.

	I couldn't hide a smile as I turned to look at him. After
seven years, Jack was still as slender and handsome as he was on the
day we met. He'd never added those extra pounds that most husbands
accumulate. It isn't that I don't cook for Jack, it's just that I make
him work hard for his treats.

	"You," I finally replied.

	"Oh?" Jack lifted his eyebrows. I kissed him, then knelt to
tug down his shorts. He wasn't exactly sure what it was that I was
doing, but he knew enough to cooperate. He slipped off his sneakers
and kicked his shorts away. Then lifted his T-shirt over his head,
exposing his tanned, not too-hairy chest.

	I'd already turned off the double boiler, and by that time I'd
pulled my clothes off, the melted chocolate was pleasantly warm, not
too hot. I had to move quickly, though, because if it cooled off, it
would be too hard to use.

	Jack grunted in surprise when I dipped the spoon into the
chocolate and then smeared the warm syrup over his cock. It didn't
take him long to figure out what I was doing. He'd probably thought
that his dick was about as hard as it could get when I first pulled
off his shorts, but it was at least an inch longer now, the skin on
his cock head stretched taut.

	"Now I know why you didn't finish your burger at lunch," Jack
commented. "You were saving room for dessert."

	"You got that right." I painted his cock and balls as quickly
as I could, working fast before the chocolate set. It went hard in a
few places where I'd spread it too thin, cracking to show the pulsing
veins underneath. But it mostly stayed soft and pliable, probably
because Jack was getting pretty hot himself. His chocolate cock looked
bigger and better with every passing minute. After I'd coated him from
bellybutton to balls, I wiped the spoon across his nipples. His nubs
stiffened under the warm chocolate.

	Jack was trying to stand still, but it was difficult. The
sticky candy coating was weighing his prick down, pulling at the skin
in the most frustrating way. I knew it was driving him crazy. "Please,
honey," he whispered. "Eat it off."

	"Not yet," I said, and went to the refrigerator. I stood in
front of the open door a little longer than I needed to, because I
liked the cold air on my stiff nipples. Besides, I wanted to make my
husband wait just a little bit. I knew that he'd give anything to bury
his chocolate-coated lollipop in any one of my holes.

	When I finally shut the fridge, I was holding a can of whipped
cream and a jar of maraschino cherries. Jack whimpered and braced
himself against the kitchen counter.

	I laughed as I sprayed his cock with a thick layer of whipped
cream and then topped it off with three bright red cherries. "That
looks almost too good to eat," I teased.

	The next few minutes were rather messy. Whipped cream tickled
the tip of my nose as I went down on my man with obscene enthusiasm. I
have nothing against the taste of dick, but I do like a change now and
then. And Jack's sweet cock was proving to be the flavor of the month.
I grabbed his ass with both hands and sucked his cock deeper. The more
I licked, the better he tasted.

	I'm a sloppy eater when it comes to giving head, especially
when the cock in question is so well decorated. Drops of whipped
cream and chocolate flew in all directions as my head bobbed up and
down on that thick and pulsating nine inch candy bar. We're talking
talking premium chocolate here. The sweet, sticky syrup dribbled down
my chin and tits as I concentrated on his throbbing veins.

	I just love the feel of his hard and throbbing cock in my
hands and mouth. At times like this, I don't even think about putting
that thing in my cunt, all I want to do is to tease that monster for
awhile, and then tease it some more until it is just about ready to
shoot, and then I grab a hold of it just below the head with my
forefinger and thumb, and squeeze it's neck hard until it has
forgotten about what it was going to do. Then I start all over again.
After about an hour of this Jack is pleading and begging with me to
let him cum. Now let me tell you, all this is well worth it, you
should feel how hard his cum shoots out of the tip of that head, like
a cannon.

	When I am ready and not until, I will have him flip me over on
my back so that he can straddle my stomach. Now I pump his cock for
all I am worth, then it happens, stream after stream of hot cum blows
out of the tip of his beautiful cock head, landing in my hair, on my
face, all over my tits. Seems like a gallon. I must place that cock
inside my mouth and suck the remaining cum from his balls.

	Well that is my fun for a Sunday afternoon. Of course later on
he'll get another hard-on just thinking of what we did, and it will be
my turn to be ravished.