So, there I was, my cunt and ass embedded in a formerly pristine pink buttercream iced Victoria sponge, and it felt good, with all the squished cake in my ass crack and cunt, and I had just pleased two eager people by doing my first ever cake fart.
As I sat on the cake, it was sticky and squelchy and just felt amazing. I could have stayed sat for hours, but after I’d been sitting in it for a good while, it was time to feed Vicki some cake and time to feed my husband some cunt.
I lifted my ass up off the cake, and as my cheeks were being held open by the floor, when I lifted my ass up, my crack closed up and cake squelched out of it. I adore those cake squelching feelings. I gave my ass a little wiggle to make any loose cake fall off, and I looked back to see a lovely pattern of my cheeks and ass crack in the squashed cake. It worked better than I had hoped, and I made my husband take pictures of the cake and my cake covered ass.
Then I moved onto all fours, my pendulous 34H tits slightly oscillating as I positioned myself. My husband moved the flattened cake from between my legs and placed it to my side. Then he sat down to my side by my tits. He grabbed the hanging tit closest to him, picked up a handful of cake with the other hand and squashed it onto the lowest part of the tit, covering the nipple and all the area round it. This was new, but it was obvious what he was up to. He then added more handfuls of cake all round my tit until it was pretty well covered. He then let my tit go and watched it as it swung backwards and forwards until it naturally stopped, checking the cake wouldn’t fall off.
He then went round to the other tit and repeated the loading and squashing. After he had finished, he moved the spare cake away and took another admiring look at his handiwork and took a couple of photos. The extra weight on my tits accentuated their pendulous nature, meaning even small movements made for quite long periods of tit swinging.
Once he was satisfied, he lay down face up on the floor with his head just beyond my feet. Vicki positioned herself between my legs and his head, lowering her cunt to meet his mouth, and lowering her mouth to meet the cake stuck to my ass.
And thus, the simultaneous cake and cunt eating began. My husband commented later that Vicki’s cunt was already slick and dripping with juices when his mouth first made contact – clearly cake sitting and cake farts were getting her horny. Her mouth and tongue started clearing the cake off my ass, starting with the outside of my thighs and outer parts of my ass cheeks. She was clearly doing it deliberately to make me wait for her tongue to contact my cunt, asshole, and crack. That tactic usually works, but when there is squishing and oozing cake involved, I enjoy those feelings too, so was in no rush for her to stop them. I was also loving the swinging of my cake-laden tits, with every small movement I was making being accentuated by the extra weight.
Just before she was about to start on my crack, she stopped and started making loud noises. I was so engrossed in my squelchy mess that I’d completely forgotten my husband was working her cunt with his tongue, and she was clearly close to having an orgasm. I knew my husband would have speeded up to make her cum, and once that loud yell that signified her orgasm had happened, so she briefly paused before recommencing on my ass. The challenge of Cake and Cunnilingus Day is that whilst she has cake, her cunt needs to be licked, so I knew that as soon as she started licking at my cake covered ass, he’d be licking at her sensitive cunt again. She appeared to not be in any rush though, with clear and deliberate movements with her tongue and mouth, moving down my ass crack to clear it of cake and icing.
My ass was a little sticky from the sugar and her tongue, but my cunt was still covered, and she was unable to reach my cunt with her tongue, so I needed to move. I got up and enjoyed the feeling of the cake squishing between the underside of my tits and my body. I stood admiring my cake-laden cunt and tits, and had him take more photos, all whilst she went to get a towel to protect the sofa. I sat on the sofa, with my legs wide and my ass hanging off the edge, my cake-covered tits resting proudly on my chest. After another couple of pictures, my husband retook his position and Vicki got herself comfortable over his mouth. The way she closed her eyes told me he immediately restarted licking (as the rules state, until she finishes her portion of cake, she can’t stop him licking her). She opened her eyes and they locked onto my cake covered cunt. She put her hands to my cunt and started slowly and deliberately opening the folds and licking her way round my cunt.
Fold by fold and with amazing precision, she cleared the cake and cream off my cunt, sucking away at my cunt and licking down my hole to ensure I was cake free. I shifted a little uncomfortably just as she cleaned off the last bit of cream – that shift is a sign that I was part way to an orgasm. Vicki clearly saw that and focussed on my hole and running her tongue round my clit. I started breathing heavily and Vicki was moaning in between licks – I correctly surmised that my husband was still licking her cunt and had her part way to another orgasm too.
It was a race between her tongue and my husband’s, and I was hoping she would win, as if he made her cum before I did, she’d probably stop and let my orgasm slip away. I need not have worried – her tongue was forceful and quick, and she made me yell out and cum about ten seconds before she yelled out with her orgasm. That was close.
She settled back away from me and sat looking lovingly at me. My husband got up and leant over me, kissing me with the taste of Vicki’s cunt strongly in his mouth. My tongue was very active trying to clear her taste from his mouth. When I broke his kiss, he smiled at me and asked if he was permitted cake. So that’s why he loaded my tits with it! We agreed that he was, and he set about diligently clearing my tits of cake, starting at the top, lingering over my nipples, and finished with the really squished cake under my tits.
Vicki and I were both very satisfied. I really enjoyed my cake sit, cake fart, and how he added cake to my swinging tits. I’d definitely want all three again. And then I remembered Vicki still had her cake sit to come. But right now, I needed cake, which meant I needed one of their tongues to lick my cunt. My husband volunteered his tongue and Vicki started feeding me squished cake with a spoon. I love Cake and Cunnilingus Day.