Finger Lickin Good

Part 2

**SMUT**

"Why don't we take this to the bench?" he whispers in your ear, hot, chicken tender-scented breath blowing in your face.
"t-the bench?" you say, worried and excited.
He motions to a colonel sanders bench, that you had in your living room.  Only one of the many memorabilia items you owned of his. 
  You nod your head so quick that you think you might look the slightest bit needy.
  "you must really want it," he speaks confidently. 
"I want it more than anything, colonel."
  He pulls out his chicken strip, but it's so much bigger than an average chicken strip.
It has to be around 9 inches at least.  He throws me back on the bench and he looks down at me, displeased. 
   "I have an idea," He smirks, his white whiskers tickling the underneath of his nostrils. 
  "Let's make this a two for one deal."
  From the hallway you can hear a squeak of shoes that only one creature, one truly divine being, could make.  He came around the corner, balloon in hand.It was Ronald McDonald. He walked over to the bench, kneeling on one end, the colonel on the other.  The colonel put his chicken strip in me, dipping hard, trying to get the sauces at the bottom.  Ronald puts his balloon into my happy meal.
  They're pounding hard for a while, never have I felt such ecstasy and pleasure.  Ronald starts to violently quiver.
  "oH IM LOVIN' IT," he moans.
  Colonel releases his warm gravy into me, filling me with his love.  He gets down, and puts his chicken strip away, straightens his tie, and leaves, along with ronald.
  You fall back, "so that's why they call it world famous."