Sticky Delights

Sticky Delights.

Sara sighed as she walked into her house. What was she going to do for Valentine’s Day? Jake was away on business. It just. . . it wasn’t fair. They were supposed to spend this wonderful day together, not apart. She kicked a box further into the house. “He knew what today was, and he still left. That jackass had vacation time. Sick days. Did he use them? Nooooo.”

She snorted.

Sara walked into the living room. “I swear one of these days, Jake is going to come home only for a boot to go up his ass.” She sat down on the couch. “He just thinks. . .” Her eyes fell upon the box sitting on the coffee table. “What the?”

She leaned forward and picked up the box. “To my lovely Sara. I am sorry I am going to be late, but please enjoy this treat. I know how much you love my homemade pancakes, so I thought I would whip you up something. Trust me, it will make the day oh so special later. Love, Jake.”

She opened the box to find hot and ready pancakes dripping with syrup. “How the hell did he keep this so warm?” She shrugged. “Ahh, well, I guess I shouldn’t question this.” She gently took the box into the kitchen. “It is a nice treat. And from what it sounds like, he might be home later.” Sara grabbed a fork from the counter drawer. “Okay, time to dig in.”

The pancakes were terrific. “Mhmmm.” Sara licked her lips. “These are much better than anything he has ever made.” She quickly devoured the food, licking up every little bit of syrup.

“Oh fuck, it’s like heaven found its way into my mouth.” She moaned. “I need to find where he got that recipe.”

After she was done eating, she smiled. “Well, I guess he redeemed himself somewhat. Jake now just has to get home.” She closed her eyes. “Ohhhh.” She rubbed her belly. “It was a very wonderful treat. I feel very good but. . .” She moaned. “I feel kind of warm. . .” She took a deep breath. “Ohhhhh. . .”

A strange warmth began to permeate her body. It was like something was hugging her from the inside, causing her skin to become very sensitive to the touch. Sara couldn’t help but rub herself and enjoy the pleasant feeling. “Ohhh fuck. What is. . . happening. . . ohhh. . .”

The smell of syrup suddenly filled the air. “Ughh. Huh?” Sara stood up. “That is strange. Where is that coming from?” She didn’t notice her skin slowly turning darker. “I could. . . ohhh. . .” She rubbed the side of her ass. “Everything feels so weird. My body feels warm and full at the same time.” She rubbed her right breast. “Especially my boobs. Ughh.”

Sara turned and looked at herself in the mirror, realizing that she looked like dark chocolate, or in other terms, like hot syrup. “Huh?” She put her hands against her face, feeling how hot and sticky they were. “What is happening to me?” She moaned. “Ohhh. . .” Suddenly, her blouse became wet, and sticky as hot syrup leaked out of her nipples. “Ohh, god.” She squeezed her boobs as she felt them expand in her hands. “Ohhhh fuck!”

“Hi, Sara. I am home early. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Sara gulped. “Fuck! Jake’s here. I can’t let him see me like this.” She turned and looked towards the bedroom. “I need to. . .” She moaned, feeling her ass swell a bit.  “Ohh fuck more syrup. Ohhh. . .”

“Honey? Where are you? Did you get my gift?”

“Gift?” She arched an eyebrow. “Gift? GIFT!” She clenched her fists and let him enter the room. “You call this a gift?” She tore her sticky blouse off and tossed it at him.

He blushed. “Ohh, so you did get it.” He took a deep breath. “I can’t believe it worked.

“Worked? You wanted this to happen?” Jake nodded his head. “Why?”

He smirked. “Hey, I like you, and I like syrup. I can’t combine the two?” He giggled.

“And maybe. . . maybe make you a bit bigger at the same time?” He moaned. “I mean. . . I do see you are. . . getting a little swollen my dear.”

She blushed. “You did this as a. . .” She turned away. “Well, I do admit I feel. . . good and very warm. . .” She unhooked her bra. “Well, then, I guess I should reward my very, very good boy.”

He nodded his head. “I have been one, haven’t I?”

She waved her finger about. “But.” Syrup dripped from her nipples. “You may get very, very sticky.”

He dropped his pants. “I can handle that.”

Sara slipped her pants off and walked over to him, her breasts slowly swelling. “Well, what does my little man have to say, hmm?” She ran her hand along the side of his face. “You sure seem hungry. Why don’t you sit down?”

“Well, I. . .” She wasn’t asking as she forced him onto the couch. “Well, okay then.”

“That is better.” She sat down on top of him with a grin on her face. “So, are you ready for your desert?”

He snicked. “I—”

Sara put her hand to his lips. “Now, now. You can talk when I say you can talk.” She smiled. “But first things first. If you want some fun.” She took the back of his head and forced it against her right nipple. “You have to do what mommy says. Now drink.”

She moaned as she felt him suck at her nipple. “Ohh god. Ohh. . .” Her eyes drifted into her sockets. “Yes. . . yess. . .” Her ass swelled a little more as she rubbed it, feeling the lovely curves. But the real changes were happening in her breasts. They were swelling by the second, pressing against one another. She moaned, feeling the lovely, warm nectar fill them. It was so hard to hold it in. “Ohhh fuck. Ohhhh. . .”

Jake moaned. “Mhhmmm. Not so. . . fast. . .” He gulped. “I love you. . .” He gripped her ass. “But I. . . can only. . .”

Sara took a deep breath. She was losing control of herself. She could feel syrup fill her belly. “Ohh, Jake. I. . . I. . .” Her boobs pressed against his head. “Soo full. . .”

“Whoh.” Jake took a few steps back as Sara began to lactate hot, gooey syrup all over him. “You really are full.”

She moaned. “Ohh, baby.” She kissed him, pressing her breasts against him. “I want to feel you so bad.” She rubbed her body against his, feeling her hard nipples and hot syrup press against his body. She could feel something else hot rub against her as Jake’s dick began to search for her love hole.

“This is so much better than I imagined.” He rolled her off the couch and onto her back.

“I am. . . so glad I worked overtime for this gift.”

“Just shut up and send that lovely package of yours inside me already.” She kissed him as she twisted around so she was on top, her breasts drizzling down on top of him. “I hope you do mind.” She pressed her sticky breasts against him. “I just. . . can’t hold it all in around you.”

He moaned, slipping his dick into her pussy. “That is quite alright. This is so. . . soo. . .” She kissed him, cutting him off. “Mhhhm.”

Sara’s tongue swam in his mouth. For a few moments, they had the most passionate embrace. Her breasts squished against him as he squeezed her big curvy ass. She enjoyed every second of it. He was hers, and she was his.

Then she could feel something else, another warm, filling sensation, as Jake cried out. Her eyes widened, and she pulled away, moaning as she felt the shockwaves of his cum enter her body. Sara shivered, her own body jittering about. She had never felt this good in her life, even when they had had their lovely experiences in the past. This was the apex of her ecstasy. Hot, sticky syrup shot from her nipples as she pressed him down. “Ohhh yesssssss!”

He blushed. “I take it that it was good for you too?”

She smiled, her breasts now no longer dripping with syrup. “Yes.

I feel. . . sated.” She bent down and kissed him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” She sat up. “Now, how do you think we should clean up this mess?”

He laughed. “I think it’s fine. Unless you have a creative way to do it?” He winked at her.

“Oh, I am sure I could get my lovely man too. . . help me clean up later.” She pulled him up. “You would love that, wouldn’t you?” He slowly nodded his head. “Well, good boy.” She kissed him. “You better get used to it with what you did to me.” She bit his lip. “I didn’t forget that you turned me into this.”

“Huh?”

“I do enjoy the sexy fun and all. But you ARE cleaning up after me.” She pushed him to the ground and stood up. “My little man.” She laughed as she turned around and walked out of the room.

Jake scratched at his head as he was left alone. “What did I do to deserve this?”