But he was just a baby, remember that. God, he might come just from her hand-motion-after all, how many jerkings-off by an expert had he ever experienced? Poor scared kid-of course! How stupid of you, Gert, he probably was afraid that "My husband," she said, and felt his cock start to soften, "my husband, who is away for the week, he says that there's no such thing as a sandwich without bread. Wouldn't you agree, Rudolph?"
So that was the problem! That cock of his suddenly sprang to life again!
"Sandwich without bread? N-no, ma'am-"
"All good sandwiches got bread, right?"
"R-right!" he blurted, and suddenly his arms made a grab for Gert.
But she was too fast for him. Stepping backward hurriedly, she looked at the red-tipped cock she'd just been working over. Christmas, what a piece! And bulging like it was ready to spill out everything right on the kitchen floor. She'd stopped just in time!
But he was hooked now, she knew. Her tone changed to one she thought of as appropriate to Concentration Camp Commandant:
"Then, Rudolph, get the bread, and bring it to the living room. At once, if you please. I like to eat-ah certain things in the living room."
Turning on her heel and giving her butt a provocative twitch, she led Rudolph and the bread into the darkened living room. She put on two lamps, low. and faced him. She almost laughed.
He stood there looking at her like an overgrown lap dog, with one hand clutching his jeans high, but not high enough (his extended prick inhibited movement upward), and the other hand clutching the loaf of bread like a squeezed football., "Stop being silly," she told him. "Lay down on the couch. On your back," she added.
When, unsurely, he did as directed, she knelt beside the soft overstuffed couch and brought her mouth down to his, offering him her tongue, hoping to distract him from his uncertainty. Her hands worked his jeans downward again and she lingered over his freed cock until she knew it was finished growing. And grow it had done. She had been right. The muscle rippled and bulged the same way his biceps had. Yes, a sandwich. A delicious cock sandwich.
He was past resisting now. Desire showed on his face and in the way he was kissing her. She stood up and disrobed, pleased by the way he took in her body and by his look of slight shock as he realized she wore no panties or bra.
Unwrapping the load of bread caused another look of surprise, but she was pleased to see he wasn't off at a jog. That would have been difficult, though, with the pants still wrapped around his legs. She had it all thought out. Well thought out.
Kneeling again she took a slice of the bread and wrapped it around his penis. Black pumpernickel bread, white cock. Color coordinated-beautiful.
She looked at the bread and the cock within it. A hot dog, sort of, and the balls below were mustard and relish, of course. She tried a little 'of the seasoning, circling her tongue over the hairy, goose-bumped surfaces. Her one hand stroked his legs, the other still wrapping the bread around and around his pulsating prick. His breathing got heavier, his body trembled.
She got up on the sofa with him, her bare bottom in front of his face, wondering briefly if he'd know what to do with it. With her mouth on the tip of his cock she started eating. Eating the delicious looking penis sandwich she had envisioned all day. With a nip at the hard crust of the bread at the tip of his cock she chewed and chewed, her mouth gently chewing around his cock, swallowing a bit of jism with the small mouthfuls of bread. She had made the decision. She intended to eat the whole slice no matter how long it took her. If he could stand it, that is.
Licking his cock under the bread on her upstrokes she let her saliva soften the bread. Then, as she brought her lips down hard around the white cock, the black bread broke off in her mouth. With her lips compressing the cock and making it slide back and forth in its black sheath she worked the bread into small bits, her mouth sliding from side to side in slow sensuous moves. She worked slowly, easily, down the root, enjoying the mixture of textures and tastes. The graininess of the pumpernickel, the sweet jism coating the bread, the smooth hardness of his shaft. Good sandwich, good meal. Yet She was getting hornier and hornier. The thought of the muscle-bound bulging cock stuffed in her mouth filled her body with a desire to be stuffed all over. As she chewed and sucked and swallowed, her free hand worked its way to his rear. She forced a finger deep into him. His body went rigid, his chest arching into her stomach. He grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them, hurting them with the strength of his powerful hands. She ate at him harder, faster, caught with the frenzy of the rough fingers kneading her behind. Her fingers drove into his anus, as she writhed atop his body, humping his chest, mouth-fucking his cock, devouring his cock, the bread, the jism. Eating him, working at the bread to be done with it, to be able to just suck and draw on the ramrod-stiff muscle without gagging on the bread that was filling her throat. She wanted her throat filled with the length of the hot tool spitting in her mouth.
She wanted something else, too, but so far he hadn't given it to her. His face was inches from her cunt. In fact the pressure of his hands against her rump was pushing her bush into the side of his cheek. All it needed was a small effort on his part to bring him into an eating position of his own. But, damn him, he wasn't making the effort.
Ah, well, if the mountain won't come to Mohammed…
Gert-Mohammed stopped the motions of her mouth and fingers, took a little bounce on her hip and whipped her snatch. Rudolph took it full in the mouth, coughed, sputtered and jerked his head up. "Wha-wha-" he said.
"That's a good mouth formation, but inhale when you do it-hard. Ready?"
"You stopped," he said, looking like his eyes were about to pop out. "Why'd you stop?"
"Because I hate to eat alone. Join me, Rudyyummm!"
And her lips took the tip of his cock in a twisting, rolling kiss-suck that popped when she suctioned herself free.
"Do like that, Rudy-now," she said, moving up his ass and around his cock, and again she shoved her snatch to him. Crap, he probably had some stupid idea about germs or something, which was stupid, like, if you're willing to stick your unprotected pecker in that hot, hairy hole, what was so goddamned scared about your fucking tongue which didn't even have a hole in it, which made it a hell of a lot safer from any would-be creeping cruddies than that pecker which after all was an inviting tunnel running through all sorts of intestinal tracks and…
Crap! He probably was just too fucking young. Probably he'd never eaten a pussy before and just didn't know how. But young people were supposed to have imaginations, weren't they? And just how much fucking imagination did it take if you've got a pussy staring you right in the face?
Oh, screw the whole thing, she decided, resolving to get rid of the rest of that fucking black bread and let the Hercules prick roar around in her cunt her cunt her cunt her cunt-oooo-wheee! HER CUNT!
And then his tongue in it, darting in and out so unexpected but there, there, there, and-oooo-so right there, right in there, right on, under, around, out, in, against, between, through. So young the tongue, a young tongue, it sounded like a Chinese dish-Yung-Tung soup, please. Slurp! And from the feel of what was going on down there he was eating it Chinese bowl-style, cupping his hands around the bottom and lifting the lips and drinking there from the goodie-slurpies deep down in the bottom of the billowing bouncing baby bowl…
And his body twisting, turning, as she finished chewing the last morsel of bread, a hard crust that seemingly took forever to disintegrate, swallowing it whole and pulling with lips and fingers the length of his cock as she did. Now. Now, she thought and she sucked and worked his cock with pliant lips until she felt him ready to come. He was forcing his tongue and his prick deeper into her; she responded by shoving a second finger up his ass to join its mate already there, her other hand, no longer finding room on the cock, sliding down to caress his balls.