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“Good, I’m almost ready over here.”

I had three double boilers set up. One contained white chocolate flavored with Kahlua. The mixture had a delicious creamy color, and the smell was intoxicating. The second was milk chocolate, flavored with mint, and the third recipe used dark chocolate and orange extract. I dipped a plastic spoon into the dark chocolate version and took a taste. The intense flavor coated my tongue and made me salivate. A fantasy popped into my head, which involved me dipping Wyatt’s cock into the sweet coating and then licking it clean. I gyrated against the seat of my chair and felt my panties moisten.

“You really don’t find it hot in here?”

“No, the air conditioning is really cranked up today. If you’re too warm, blame yourself for wearing those dopey socks.”

Despite his protests about the temperature, he shrugged out of his lab coat, then stood up to sharpen his pencil. I checked out his butt, it was cute, taut, and round enough to fill out the back of his faded jeans quite nicely. Another fantasy filled my head, this one of Wyatt’s naked ass bent over my knee, slightly pink after a paddling by my hand.

“Gotta pee.”

I bolted from the lab, and locked myself into the ladies room down the hall. My clit felt like it was swollen up to the size of a peach, and I half expected to see a bulge in my panties when I hiked up my skirt. Instead, I found underwear that were soaked from one edge of the elastic waistband to the other. After yanking them off over my socks and shoes, I tossed them into the trash, then began to mop up between my legs with a wad of paper towels. Just the sensation of the rough towel being dragged over my skin made me clench and I had a slight orgasm.

“Holy shit.”

I looked in the mirror. My face was flushed and I looked and smelled like I had just been gang fucked by an entire football team. Which turned me on even more, I literally smelled like sex and chocolate. My mouth was still watering over my fantasy about Wyatt’s cock, and I could almost taste it. When I got back to the lab, he was holding a vial that held a pale green liquid inside.

“It’s ready. How much should we put in?”

I could barely speak. All of a sudden, Wyatt looked like a male model, or a movie star. His brunette hair was hanging in his sexy brown eyes, and the two day growth of stubble on his chin gave him a devil-may-care aura that made me drip. Even the gap between his two front teeth was sexy. I shook my head and tried to focus.

“I made three separate flavors, this one is orange, this one is mint, this one has Kahlua, which should we try first?”

Wyatt grinned. “No brainer, we try the one with booze first. Always.” I watched in fascination as he put two fat drops of the extract in. I stirred carefully, then poured some of the mixture into molds. “Seems weird that you’re putting an aphrodisiac into ducky shaped molds, don’t you think? Kind of pervy.”

“Shut up, it’s all I could find.” I popped the mold into the freezer. “Now, we wait. Then, we sample. I hope the extract doesn’t screw up the flavor, because it tasted really good.”

“If this shit works like Ben thinks it does, nobody will give two fucks about the flavor.”

“Of course they’ll care, taste is part of the whole sexual experience. You have to engage all five senses, you know?”

Wyatt raised an eyebrow at me. “Wow, Jane, you don’t usually talk about sex. I thought you were, you know, um, an old maid.”

“What? I’m only twenty eight, you dunce!” I checked my watch. “Three more minutes. Think you can go that long without touching your crotch?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You play with your junk all day.”

Wyatt turned six shades of red, then rolled his eyes. “Gee, I wonder why.”

“What’s that supp—”

“Never mind. Check the mold.”

I pulled the tray out of the freezer and poked one with my index finger. “Slightly soft, but I think we can try them now.” I turned the mold over a paper towel and tapped. “There. Who should try one first, me or you?”

Wyatt broke one of the truffles in half. “We shouldn’t eat too many until we know what it does.” He handed me a piece. “See you on the other side.”

The chocolate melted against my tongue in a delicious burst of mocha. “Yummy.” I said.

“Not bad, you’re changing my mind about white chocolate.” Wyatt looked down at his crotch, then back at me. “Nothing’s happening yet, how about you?”

“Uh, no. Maybe it takes awhile to kick in.”

Thirty seconds later, the tickle returned, only ten times stronger. Once again my clit felt like it was swelling and I had the urge to strip off my clothes. Wyatt was staring at my chest with a wild look in his eyes.

“That tasted good, but it needs something.”

“What?”

“Nipple. Nipple flavoring would be good.”

“Yeah. Good.”

I ripped open my lab coat. Luckily it snapped up the front. My blouse was not so lucky and I could hear tiny buttons ping as they hit the floor. Once the bra was off, Wyatt dipped his finger into the pot of white chocolate and painted my nipple with it. I watched as his pouty lips covered the tip of my breast. A surge of libido tore through my body and I lurched.

“Oh, my!”

He looked up at me. There was a drop of candy in the center of his bottom lip. I pulled him up by his collar, then licked it off. The tastes of cocoa and coffee mixed with sugary flesh made my pussy heat up even more. He pulled the pencil from my hair as we devoured each others lips.

“The skirt, take off the skirt.”

I fumbled with the zipper. “It’s stuck.” Wyatt’s nimble fingers worked their magic and then I stepped out of my shoes.

“Holy shit, leave the socks on. Damn, that’s hot.” Wyatt fed me another small bit of the special recipe, then dripped a spoonful of the liquified version over my tits. “Chocolate covered boobs, could life get any better?” His hot tongue lapped up every drop.

“Get naked, Wyatt. Show mama that cute ass.”

He stripped off everything and I groaned. Underneath the frat boy wardrobe was a smokin’ hot piece of man cake. Tight pecs, coated with dark hair, and six pack complete with happy trail that lead right to a thick, uncut cock. Muscular legs and sexy toes, he smelled like male musk and body wash. I wanted to dip his entire body in chocolate, then devour him, but I decided to start with his ass.

“Bend over, cutie. Let mama eat you up.” He was trembling a bit as he leaned over the counter. His tight ass cheeks felt like ivory velvet under my fingers as I kneaded them.

“I, um, took a thorough shower this morning. Real thorough.”

I giggled, then spread open his ass cheeks. His crack was lightly furred with dark hair that I had to push out of the way to get to the part I wanted to see. There it was, like a delicate pink shell, a part of the male anatomy that I had never wanted to have in my mouth. Suddenly, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

“First, a candy coating.” I took a spoonful of the white chocolate and drizzled it over his crack, hiding his dusky pucker under a layer of cream. He mewled like a kitten, which turned me on even more. “Now mama is going to lick you clean.”

My tongue lapped up the sugary goo, which caused Wyatt to fuck the table and whimper. “Holy shit, I’ve never gotten rimmed by a chick before.”

“How about a guy?”

Wyatt laughed. “Only a few. Five. Okay, maybe ten. I was in a fraternity, you know.”

The image of Wyatt playing with other men caused me to have another involuntary orgasm. I rested my head against the small of his back and tried to catch my breath. I was drunk on lust and cocoa beans, not to mention the mysterious herbal extract. My fingers were drawn to his ass crack, and I ran them up and down, enjoying the feel of the wet skin and hair under my fingertips. He spread his legs wider and pushed against my hand.

“You’re gonna make me come!”

“Turn around!”

His cock was fully erect, the end wet and deep scarlet. I pulled back his foreskin and sucked the head behind my lips as I lapped at his saline tinged slit. My pussy was throbbing and I could feel my juices dripping down to my knee socks. I looked at the three pots of melted candy.

“Let’s try mint this time.”

First, I had him lay face up, with his knees bent and legs drawn back. I drizzled a small amount of the mint recipe over his small, firm balls, then alternated sucking each one. The strong scent stung my eyes but the flavor was glorious.

“Ow, the mint’s a little tingly, Jane.”

“Sorry.” I licked off every bit, then coated his entire cock in the orange flavored version. When I was finished, it reminded me of the chocolate covered frozen bananas I used to crave as a child. The way Wyatt’s cock curved up to his belly button only enhanced the vision. “Mmm, looks good enough to eat, I almost want to roll it in chopped peanuts first.”

“Damn, baby, you’re turning me on like a mother fucker.”

I licked up one side and down the other, then wondered if my habit of eating frozen bananas as a girl had somehow grown into my love of sucking cock. Wyatt began to moan loudly as I nibbled on the tip, then arched his back when I flicked my tongue under the flared edge.

“Jane, I’m really gonna come!”

I kept lapping up chocolate as his cock vibrated in my hand. The ribbons of milky white were gobbled up by my greedy mouth, adding another layer of flavor to my already overloaded senses.

“Jane, switch places with me, I need to eat you now.”

I quickly climbed onto the table, then put my legs in the air and spread them wide open. As much as I hate to admit it, the socks were quite fetching, especially when I pointed my toes.

“I’m going to implode,” Wyatt said as he ogled my dripping snatch. He perused the candy coatings, then dipped a spoon into the minty one. He dripped a large dollop right over my clit. “Whoops, I just drowned the little man in the boat.”

“You’d better make a rescue, then.”

He dove in and sucked my clit into his mouth. “Mmm, peppermint pussy.”

“Just in time for Christmas. Oh, you’re right about the mint, it stings a bit.”

“I’ll make sure I lick up every speck.”

Wyatt gave my clit a thorough tongue massage, which caused me to have a powerful orgasm that curled my toes and caused me to pinch my own nipples. As soon that one was finished, I fell headfirst into the throes of another.

“Wyatt, don’t stop. It’s so fucking good.”

“Stop, are you kidding? I could do this all day.” After two more strong climaxes, courtesy of Wyatt’s hot tongue, I pushed his head away, panting. He bit off the head of another ducky truffle, then fed me the other half. “Did I ever tell you how extremely gorgeous you are, Jane?”

“No, you usually spend the day making fun of me. And adjusting your sack.”

“That’s because I’m fighting off a boner most of the day.”

I stared at him, stunned, I had no idea he felt that way about me. My clit began to feel swollen again, and a deep ache started deep inside my pussy.

“I want you to fuck me, Wyatt. I want you to fuck me deep and hard.”

“Oh, baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

I scooted down so that my ass was even with the end of the table, then spread my legs as wide as they would go. Wyatt crossed himself, then slowly slid his cock inside. Once he was buried deep, he began to thrust, which caused me to throw my head back and unleash a stream of dirty talk that would have made a sea captain blush.

Confession, part two: I’ve heard of the mysterious g-spot, but I’ve never found it. Sure, I’ve tried, even bought a special dildo called “The Grafen-Master” but the magic spot remained as elusive as a yeti in the Canadian wilderness. Until Wyatt’s delicately curved penis found its way up my snatch. He found my g-spot alright, he found it, then made it sing
Zippity-do-dah
. A light might have opened in the ceiling to beam down upon us, and a chorus of angels may have started singing, I’m not sure. What I am sure of, is at that moment, with that man, I embarked on a sexual journey that ended in an earth shattering climax that made me scream like a female gorilla in heat.

“Jesus, Jane, are you okay?” Wyatt’s eyes were wide in terror, and he was clutching his chest.

“Oh, baby, I’m fan-fucking-tastic. More, Wyatt, don’t you dare stop fucking me. I want you to fuck me until I am nothing but a smear on this table!”

He grinned, then resumed thrusting and I’m fairly certain my eyes rolled back in my head as I rode the roller coaster back up. I grabbed his ass and ground him against me while I sucked his lips into my mouth. He was keening like a caged animal. I felt his cock grow slightly before filling me with a deluge of wet heat.

“Jane, Jane!” Wyatt buried his face in my neck and gasped for air.

“Just a little more, I’m so close.”

“Do it, come for me, I want to hear you scream again.”

I didn’t just scream. I sang an operatic aria that peeled the paint from the walls. Wyatt giggled, then rested his head on my chest while I stroked his silky hair.

“Jane?”

“Hmm?”

“That was the single greatest sexual experience of my life, even better than Greek orgy night at Phi Kappa Psi.”

“Give me ten minutes, and I can go another round.”

“Mmm, you smell like jizz and peppermint.”

Wyatt put another of the aphrodisiac duckies between his teeth, then leaned in close. I bit off the other side, then kissed his sweet lips. As the cocoa butter laden treat melted against my tongue, I ran my hands over his butt, squeezing gently. And that’s the exact moment when I heard the door unlock.

“Oh my freaking god!” Ben was standing there, white as a sheet. “You two are naked. And the room smells like sex! Do you know what this means?”

Wyatt covered his junk with both hands, while I struggled to put my legs together. “Um, does it mean that we’re fired?”

Ben lit up in a huge grin. “It means we are going to be filthy, stinking rich!”

Wyatt popped a truffle into Ben’s mouth, then pulled him into the lab by his tie. “So, Ben, tell me, did you ever belong to a fraternity?”

I smiled a wicked smile as I locked the door.

The Connection

Jade A. Waters