Phallic Food

Wilma heads to the party. At the entrance she bumps into a gorgeous blonde.

“Excu…”

“Watch where you’re going fatty.”

Wilma frowns.

She steps back into the party and heads for the bar. She looks around and sees the girl next to her eating a nice long hot dog.

“I’d like one of those.”

She doesn’t have to wait lung. The bartender drops steaming hot dog, wedged in a nice smooth rounded bun, right in front of her.

She swallows more than a quarter of the dog and bites. She savors the long, salty, meatstick. She finishes it in three large erotic bites. Now she’s feeling hot and wet.

“Do you have popsicles?”

The bartender grunts and a minute later she has a long cold popsicle. She swallows the entire length, letting it cool her down. She pulls it out and licks the drops from the base.

She looks out into the party and smiles when she sees Chris. She marches over to him, grabs his hand and pulls him toward the exit.

At first he gives a bit of token resistance, before following her.

As soon as they’re alone he pulls down his pants. Wilma swallows him whole, all the way to his balls. As she rocks and sucks, she wonders just how much of him she can get inside her.

She swallows his balls and wonders if she looks like some crazy chipmunk. She feels him cum in her throat.

She slowly pulls away, letting him exit with a satisfying pop.

He grins a stupid smile. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Wilma time for class.

“Fuck.” Swears Wilma.

As she strides away, she grins. At least she finished her cock.