A Taste of Things to Come

"Too easy... strawberry!" she guessed, correctly of course. Melissa was lying down, stretched out languidly upon her down comforter, naked... and blindfolded.

"Don't worry, they'll get harder," Jack told her, as he rummaged through a cooler of different edibles he had brought, looking for one to challenge her more.

"Something will get harder, I'm sure," she smirked.

"Try this one," he offered, pretending to ignore her banter. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little. Jack rubbed something small and dark across her tongue. "Don't eat this one, just taste it."

"Roast coffee." she guessed after a moment.

"Right again," Jack admitted. "You do have a skilled tongue!"

"You have no idea," Melissa chuckled. "But the smell gave it away," she confessed.

He placed a small leaf on her tongue.

"Hmm... That one's a bit tricker." She licked her lips. "Parsley?"

"Close, but no. About time you missed one. I already owe you two backrubs and a foot massage," he griped.

"Well, come clean - what was it?" she asked.

"Cilantro."

"Rats, I should have known that one too" she laughed.

"Okay, just a few more. Open up again," he ordered.

She complied. Jack rested his finger on her tongue. She licked, and then sucked his finger into her mouth. He had used his finger before, with a dab of honey - an easy one; but this was not nearly as obvious. "Hmmm... it tastes familiar... and it smells nice, but I can't quite place it. Can I try some more?"

"Umm... " Jack hesitated. "Maybe a little.". He moved to the edge of the bed by her head, squeezed his cock until a drop of pre-cum emerged, and carefully touched it to the tip of her outstretched tongue.

It didn't take her long to realize Jack wasn't using his finger this time. She opened wider and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking him. His cock was warm and firm, but the head was soft and smooth and slick from his pre-cum.. She loved the feel and taste of him, and she loved hearing him moan as she sucked harder.

"I think... that's all... you're going... to get... to taste..." he barely managed, pulling away.

"Are you sure? I think I need some more... just to be sure," she quipped.

"Maybe later... try this one," he said, straddling her face, and lowering himself until he was hanging just above her mouth.

Melissa felt his hairs tickling her lips, and opened her mouth wider, taking him in, sucking gently... As he pulled out, she smiled. "Mmm... chocolate-covered salted balls... my favorite!" Then she added, "I love the way your balls smell... like sex with a capital S."

Jack took a sip of his drink, wet his lips, then leaned over to kiss her. She eagerly parted her lips as his tongue pushed in.

They kissed deeply for several minutes, savoring the warm wet taste of each other's mouth. Jack played with her nipples, tugging and squeezing them gently until Melissa's breathing quickened and deepened. He pulled away reluctantly.

"Well?" he asked, breathlessly.

"Well what?" she asked

"What did you taste?"

"Your lips, of course... and your mouth, and your tongue... and your tonsils, I think," she added, laughing.

"That's a point for me then," he laughed. "You missed the alcohol".

"You bastard! You were distracting me the whole time! Besides, I could taste the champagne - it was nice. I just didn't think it was worth mentioning... compared to your tongue," she said, smiling.

"Fuck. Okay, that's another point for you, I can hardly argue with that logic."

"Can I get bonus points if I guess the brand? I'll just need another sample."

"Sure." Jack handed his glass to her.

"I had a different idea," she told him. Taking his cock, she dipped him in the glass, and then pulled him into her mouth. She sucked for a while, then licked her lips. "Hmm... maybe a few more mouthfuls," she teased, repeating the steps.

"Uh... take as many... as you need... you want... to be sure..." he gasped. The sensation of moving back and forth from the cold champagne to her warm mouth was mind-blowing.

"Moët and Chandon," she finally guessed, correctly. "It's the only bottle in our 'fridge."

"Who picked this game, anyway?" he asked. "You're too good at it."

"Aww.. you poor thing! I'll make it up to you..." she promised, sliding her mouth down to the base of his cock in one smooth motion. She held him there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cock twitching in her throat, and then pulled up slowly, sucking as she did. Before he could catch his breath, she went back down, pausing only long enough to lick his balls. Up and down, again and again, she fucked him with her mouth until she knew he was close.

"There's one more thing I want to taste," she told him, looking into his eyes.

Then she engulfed his cock completely, and grabbed his ass, holding him against her. She felt his cock throbbing in her throat as his cum spurted into her. She held him there until she could feel him begin to soften, then she slowly pulled away, using her tongue to squeeze the last few drops of cum from him.

"Most of it went straight down my throat, I only got to taste the last few drops," she complained. "We'll have to do that again."

"Mmm... yes, please. But it's my turn now." Jack took the half-empty champagne bottle and poured it on her, splashing across her breasts, down her stomach, and over her pussy. The cold, bubbly liquid made her gasp, but when his warm mouth began to lick it off her, she relaxed, moaning softly. She liked the feel of his tongue on her breasts, but when he began to suck on her now-hard nipples, she melted. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, holding him close, hoping he would never stop.

Then she gasped again as he took a piece of ice from the cooler, and teased her nipple with it. But only for a second, and then his warm mouth, almost hot by comparison, took its place. He went slowly, using the ice on one nipple and his mouth on the other, back and forth until the ice had melted.

Then she felt his hand spreading her legs, and his fingers pushing into her wet cunt. He thrust in out, slowly at first, then faster and harder and deeper, until he knew she was getting close.

Don't stop now she thought, as his fingers pulled out completely, and his mouth left her nipples.

He didn't. Just when she was about to implore him, he eased down between her legs, and began to kiss her. He gently sucked her lips into his mouth, and then used his tongue to touch every sensitive spot he could reach.

As his warm wet mouth drew in her clit, she felt the first wave of orgasm shudder through her.

"Oh fuck me!" was all she could manage.

Then her cunt was filled as he pushed the bottle into her, fucking her hard as he sucked and licked her clit. With each thrust, a splash of champagne poured into her like chilled cum. Her orgasm lasted longer than she could tell, as waves of pleasure kept overwhelming her.

Her heavy breathing slowed gradually as she recovered. She opened her eyes, to find Jack's mouth still on her, drinking the champagne as it dripped out of her wet pussy, not letting a drop go to waste.