Whipped creme with a cherry on top

[ffreak]

Hello players, this is a place for people to talk about food and sex, food as an aphrodisiac for sex, using food during sex as an enhancement, as an implement, as an emollient, as a device to increase and create pleasure. This is for people who like all flavors, especially mixed with their favorite things to eat. Please post your most memorable experiences or fantasies with food as a turn-on.

First, A public service announcement to cover an issue discussed in many threads that mention food and sex.

There is a third part of the formula with food and sex - cleanliness. Whenever food is going to be involved, you want to be really clean, because whether the food is an emollient, or if it has a firm smooth surface, it is going to move around on the skin, and transfer anything to places on the body where it may not have been before.

After using anything that goes inside the body, you will want to clean the same place. So have a bag available. Ladies will know what I mean. You don't have to pre-fill it, it'll probably just get cold if you do. But use it. Rinse repeatedly - especially if you get anything with sugar inside of you. I don't want you to think that you can put it off either, just use it as a way to continue to baby your body once you're through tasting each other with your choice of added flavors.

Now, a few lines to set a tone:

The Taste of Love

You wanted me to be on time.
When I arrived you called to me.

There you were; a tantalizing dessert.
Chocolate so slowly dripping from your body,
Strawberry sauce pooled from your breasts to your hips,
Whipped crème sliding down and cascading through your folds.

I dressed in my most natural suit.
And chose the order of my urgency.

Double sweetness so deliciously firm.
Heavenly darkness swimming in juices from your heat.
White rapids fall to the promise of ambrosia,
Musk-filled nectar mixed with my love for you.

-FF (I'll be relating one of my food stories here in the thread, later, but don't let that stop you from posting, I want to hear your stories too)

 

[dragonhearted]

BUMP

 

[ffreak]

Well, hello to you - and thanks for stopping by. Any comments or questions?

 

[Jaybird3]

A comment if you will,

It is whipped chocolate creme with a cherry on the bottom...

 

[ffreak]

Mmm... have to go diving and licking to find the cherry. Wonder how deep it's buried?

-FF (welcome, and thanks for joining in - you look delicious)

 

[dragonhearted]

she looks delicious....I AM delicious. I know cuz I have been told by all the men that have ever eaten me

 

[ffreak]

Okay, here is a little taste of food fantasy for your pleasure and to hopefully get some of the juices flowing:

Peaches and Crème

Stefan was putting the finishing touches on his signature crème puff, laced with butterscotch, toffee, honey and Godiva White Chocolate Liqueur, when an assistant put a card at the edge of his workspace. He paid no attention until he had finished with his masterpiece and sent it to the dining room. He looked at the card and then at his watch. The women were right on time; just as they’d planned.

He stopped at the walk-in fridge, pulled several bowls out and put them on the rack that had been waiting since early morning. Then he took it to the service elevator in the rear of the kitchen. Normally the lift was only used from the basement to the first floor where the restaurant took in its supplies every day. But tonight, Stefan used it to go to his home on the second floor. Once there, he rolled the cart into his large master bath and parked it between the commode and the oversized Jacuzzi tub.

Quickly changing into something more casual, loose turtle-neck sweater khakis, he went back down to his restaurant and into the dining room. The card had been marked with the table number, and Stefan went directly to the corner booth where his guests were waiting. He was stunned with how lovely and how different they looked from one another. They were drinking cordial’s he had sent to their table.

Introductions were brief and quiet when Stefan took his seat. Peaches was the shorter of the women, dirty blond, sunny face, just a hint of shadow over bright wide-set eyes in a round pixie face. She seemed to have an open laugh, not at all fake, and just enough sparkle to make it hard to take his eyes off her. Crème was perfectly named for her skin tone. Large full lips in a pale face made her Mediterranean heritage obvious. Dark long hair framed her face and her deep brown eyes were intense as she returned his stare. They talked about nothing for a little while.

The three had been in contact for weeks arranging the night. No one was naive about what was going to happen. The restaurant was closing, the last of the patrons finishing their desserts. The manager would make sure everything was shut down for the night.

“Ladies,” Stefan said, rising from his seat, “if you are still comfortable with our plans, why don’t we adjourn to my apartment for dessert?”

The two women looked at each other, Peaches giggled, and they downed the last of their drinks before scooting out of the booth.

No one looked-up from their cleaning chores as the trio went through the kitchen to the elevator, but the two women were wide-eyed as they got the chance to walk through the workshop of a locally famous pastry chef. The fact that the elevator lacked in class and elegance did not stop them from standing close to their host as they rose to the second floor.

Inside the apartment, they immediately found themselves relaxing. The place was neat and clean and spacious.

“Would either of you like a little white wine?” Stefan asked.
Both women nodded their heads, still looking around at the décor of well planned home and wondering what the evening would truly be like.

When their host returned with the glasses, he took them on the briefest tour possible straight to his bath. They took in the size of the chamber and the tub. Both ladies sat on the edge and composed themselves.

Crème spoke first.

“Let’s say this one more time, just to make sure we all understand the rules.”

“Okay,” Stefan said.

“This is all going to stay in here, it’s our little experiment and secret, and if at any time any of us wants it to stop, all we have to do is say so.”

“Agreed,” he said, “How about you, Peaches?”

“I’m OK with everything, so far,” she said, “where are your ingredients?”

Stefan walked to the kitchen rack, “right here,” he said, “would you ladies like to remove your clothing? Then we can get started.”

to be continued...

Feel free to comment - if you like it, great, if you don't, then in the words of Garp - tell me what you don't believe so I can say it better next time.

 

[KHAN-E]

An excellent beginning to another grand story by my faovorite "freak".

 

[ffreak]

Sorry for the delay, folks, I was under the weather for a couple of days, I'll try to get the pace back on track (1-2 posts/day).

Peaches and Crème Ch 2

The two women looked at each other, wine glasses in hand, perched on the side of the tub, surprised at a simple request to take off their clothes. They had arranged for an adventure in sexual playing, but they did not expect nonchalance from their host.

“I’ll go first,” Peaches said in her soft voice.

Stefan, who had started to open the doors on the kitchen rack looked back as the short woman stood and began to unbutton her blouse that was the same color as her name. He hadn’t expected a strip-tease, but as the woman took her time releasing the buttons, keeping her eyes on him, drawing him to her, he had to watch.

As she reached the bottom button, she turned and let her blouse slide over her shoulders and fall to the floor. Still facing away, she unclasped her bra in front and let it slip to the floor too. With another button, and the sound of her zipper, her skirt fell away revealing a peach colored garter and silky bikini panties. She bent over to unclasp the garter from her hose, letting Stefan have a glimpse of her breasts. Crème noticed him watching and reached out to make cups of her hands for Peaches.

Stefan began to get hot under his sweater watching the little woman with soft curves reveal herself at such an agonizingly slow pace.

When she stood, covering her breasts and turned to face him, Stefan was sure he did not look nearly as composed and in charge as he’d planned. Crème, from behind Peaches, unhooked the belt and removed it. Now the blond faced him demurely in panties, hose and high-heels. But the panties did not stay in place. Crème hooked her thumbs in the waistband on each hip and worked the cloth from between Peaches legs down past her knees to her ankles.

She was completely shaven – but Stefan had expected that, since they’d agreed to it before the night started. Still, he found it hard to take his eyes off her soft looking pussy lips. And when Crème’s hands came back up Peaches’ leg, long fingers lingering on her slit, Stefan felt dampness in his own pants.

Crème peeled Peaches’ hose down one leg, then the other. It was not until then that Peaches removed her hands from her breasts and leaned on Crème while she stepped out of the last of her clothing. Then she helped Crème to her feet and walked over to stand next to Stefan.

Now she was wearing only her jewelry and soft fruity cologne. Stefan held a small ceramic bowl for her. Keeping her eyes on his, she removed her jewelry and dropped them into the bowl. He put her things on the counter behind him while she put her body against his.

“Watch,” she said, as she lifted his hand to her breast. He was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants. Movement caught his eye and he looked up at the other woman.

Crème’s approach was not as shy and she stared right back at Stefan as though daring him to take his eyes off her. Her blouse came off quickly, black lace bra looking like velvet against her mellow skin. The skirt was next, no hose, no garter, just a black g-string underneath it all. She kicked her shoes to the side then pirouetted giving only a glimpse of her smooth butt. When she faced him again, her bra was loose and she flung it off, revealing large maroon nipples, so pure in color they almost looked like she had applied lipstick. They reminded him of other fruit; cherries, or plums.

With a devilish smile, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her g-string and shoved it down, bending forward at the same time, hiding what she was revealing.

Absentmindedly, Stefan was rolling Peaches’ nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Crème watched him and licked her lips as she stood and stepped out of the last piece of cloth from her body. She too was clean shaven; that area of her body seemed like it had a red blush where her hair had covered her skin. She walked to him, her hips swaying on the way, pressed her breasts against his arm, and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and letting him taste the wine she had just swallowed. Stefan felt her hand run the length of his stiff manhood and groaned into the kiss.

He felt hands go under his sweater and then lift as the women helped him to pull it over his head.

Immediately the women opened his pants and pulled them to the floor, following them down. He felt hands on him and then wet tongues and they played with him.

“I didn’t think,” he said, “that we’d get into anything like that yet.”

“Don’t think, then,” Crème said, “just enjoy.”

Stefan’s knees tried to buckle as he watched and felt Peaches’ mouth cover the end of his cock.

to be continued...

 

[ffreak]

Peaches and Crème Ch 3

The evening had jumped into sex much quicker than Stefan had intended. Peaches had her mouth full of his cock and Crème was fondling his balls. He was trying to concentrate so he could say something more to them, but the sensations running from his crotch to his brain were taking priority.

The anticipation of the proposed night’s activities was supposed to help them draw-out the titillation and excitement. Apparently it had driven the women to another, quicker purpose.

Crème took over the task of trying to suck his balls out of his cock with greater abandon and greater suction. Peaches stood and brought his hand back to her breast and kissed him. She let her hands wander over his body and as she neared the base of his cock, he broke the kiss.

“I’m not going to be able to hold off,” he said.

“Don’t hold it back,” Peaches said, “she wants you to come in her mouth.”

Stefan looked at her and let her kiss him again, kneading her nipple with his thumb. He could feel Crème run her tongue all over him like a wet, slick washcloth, sucking and pushing on him. When the dam broke, so did the kiss, and Peaches hugged him to her breast as he shook with release.

As he caught his breath, Stefan watched Crème drain both glasses of wine. Peaches continued to stroke his cheek until he straightened.

“What would you like us to do?” asked Peaches.

“Well, if you’re still interested…” Stefan said.

Crème smiled at him. “Of course we’re interested, sweetie. We just wanted to make sure that when you start playing with us, you’ll last.”

Stefan swallowed. He didn’t think there’d be any problem with lasting. He just hoped he’d be able to make them both cum.

“Uh, if both of you would get in the center of the tub and sit with your legs interlocked and your pussies touching each other, I’ll get the baskets.”

The request seemed to go over well with the women. They got into the center of the tub, Crème sitting down first, and then Peaches slowly lowered herself, straddling one of Crème’s legs. It took a little adjustment, but they managed to position themselves just as Stefan requested.

When they looked back at Stefan, he was offering their glasses, refilled.

to be continued...

Is this going too slow, too fast, too normal, too extreme?
I write better when I get feedback from readers of the thread.
I also listen to suggestions and comments.

-FF

 

[KHAN-E]

As you know, I'm always anxious for MORE!!!

But, as we have discussed over in my thread, a post of one "episode" per day usually works best. That way there isn't too much for people to read and comprehend when they visit.

I certainly do LUV the way you write. I'm always anticipating the next instalment.

 

[ffreak]

Thank you so much. You are of course, my favorite (and sexiest) fan. Your interest keeps me going. Hopefully, other folks will get to talking here about how food helps them get in the mood and fuels their fantasies.

How about it folks, anyone out there care to comment?

-FF

 

[midwestyankee]

I am really hungry for the next installment.

Mmmmmm....


And it's such a shame that peaches are just about my favorite fruit.

 

[ffreak]

Well, I aim to please...

Peaches and Crème Ch 4

Stefan brought a basket of peaches to the edge of the tub and sat down.

“These are what we call overripe fruit. There’s nothing wrong with them, they’re just too juicy to use for anything but juice or desserts where the fruit has to be spreadable. Which, is exactly what we want tonight.”

Stefan sat the bowl down in the tub next to the two women.

“Let me show you the fast way to peel these,” he said.

Taking one of the red and yellow fruits in his hands, he held it over the women’s laps and twisted it in two opposite directions at once. Fragrant juice squirted from the fruit, splashing on the women’s breasts and stomachs, each of them squealing, flinching from the juice and laughing. Stefan removed the furry skin neatly in two pieces, dropping it in the basket. Then, with the slick globe still in his hand, he repeated the process, pressing harder with his hands. This time, the fruit itself split in half, more juice gushing onto the women where their pussies were pressed against each other, making them laugh again.

“See,” he said, “It’s easy. Messy, but easy.” He handed one half to Crème and removed the seed from the other half.

Crème bit into the peach half and tried to catch the juice that overflowed and ran down her chin, dripping on her already wet breasts. “Mmm,” she said.

“Here, you try it,” he said, handing another fruit to Peaches.

She tried the same movement Stefan had showed, with almost the same results of juice splashing on her, but the skin did not separate from the fruit as easily. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked juice from them.

Stefan smiled, “That’s OK, just go ahead and peel the loose skin,” he said, and handed another peach to Crème.

While the two women peeled the messy fruit, Stefan went back to the cart and brought several bowls full of whipped crème to the edge of the tub.

Both of the women were laughing and squirting each other with the fruit, sweet juice splashed all over their breasts and stomachs and peach halves sitting in their laps where their bodies touched. Their hands and forearms were dripping with juice.

Carefully, Stefan climbed into the tub and sat with the basket of fruit and peelings in front of him and a foot touching each woman’s butt. Taking an unpeeled fruit in hand, he held it over Peaches’ right breast and twisted the peeling off. Juice splashed on her and she laughed, another twist and the peach broke in half, more juice flowing over her breast.

“This is more fun than I’ve had in a long time,” Peaches said. She reached for him and gave him a kiss, her wet hands coating his cheeks in juice.

He squeezed the fruit to a pulp and spread it on her breast. She drew in a sharp breath at the feel of the slick and rough pulp across her nipple.

“Hey,” Crème said, “Not fair.” She squeezed the fruit in her hand and spread it on his half-erect cock, bringing it back to attention. It was Stefan’s turn to gasp at the feel of the fruit on his most sensitive place.

Not wanting to leave her out either, Stefan proceeded to give her the same wet and rough treatment with another peach.

In a few minutes, they had peeled all of the fruit and set about squeezing it into pulp all over the front of each other’s bodies. The women both smiled, completely relaxed and at ease with the fun they were enjoying.

When Stefan lifted the first bowl into the tub, Crème’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.

to be continued...

Thank you for your responses, KHAN-E and midwestyankee. I hope others are reading too.

 

[KHAN-E]

I enjoy ice cream. The cold against my body's eat really gets me going. And having ice cream eaten off my tits, or from my pussy, is a real turn on. My partner better be ready for an all-nighter after a desert of Connie alamode.

 

[Chrysse]

more peaches please

I would love for you to keep going there's no better combination than good food and sex ....

 

[ffreak]

Well, with readers like you, how can I not go on?

I'll post another episode by tomorrow at lunch.

And thank you. I've been wondering if I should rewrite this with more of an exhibitionist element. Any comments?

-FF (very inspirational AV, by the way )

 

[midwestyankee]

Well, with readers like you, how can I not go on?

I'll post another episode by tomorrow at lunch.

And thank you. I've been wondering if I should rewrite this with more of an exhibitionist element. Any comments?

-FF (very inspirational AV, by the way )

I rather like the tone of the story so far; don't really know how a more exhibitionistic element would improve it. Just keep mixing the food and the sex.

 

[Dumpling]

Re: more peaches please

I would love for you to keep going there's no better combination than good food and sex ....

Mhhhhhhh what a nice JUICY Story, you got Room to fit me in there

 

[Chrysse]

exhibitionism...

well... i love exhibitionism... but i like your story just the way it is too changing mid-stream might feel odd

if it's sexy and sweet it doesn't need fixing

 

[ffreak]

Chrysse, Dumpling, KHAN-E, midwestyankee, thank you all for making comments. I was beginning to be afraid I was almost alone in the void. Feedback is so important to a writer. So is discussion, if any of you want to address issues or preferences about food and sex, please go ahead.

In the meantime, for your enjoyment...

Peaches and Crème Ch 5

Peaches looked up just as Stefan was about to lift the bowl of whipped cream over them.

“Wait,” she said, “I want to taste her like this first.”

Stefan was surprised, but sat the bowl down and watched as Peaches pulled away from Crème, and then lowered her head between her friend’s legs.

Crème tilted her head back and moaned as Peaches ran her tongue up the length of her slit gathering little bits of peach. At the top, she kissed her friend, making a smooching sound.

“Mmm…,” she said.

Stefan’s leg was feeling cramped, so he put it behind Crème, who leaned back, using it as a brace while Peaches licked her again. This time the tip of her tongue parted the dark red lips eliciting a tense gasp from Crème.

“Come here,” Crème said and pulled Stefan to her mouth.

His hand seemed to reach for her at the same time, cupping her wet, sticky breast as she invaded his mouth with her tongue. He pushed back against her and felt her tense as she moaned into his mouth.

A hand wandered over his thigh and he broke the kiss long enough to watch Peaches wrap her hand around his manhood and run her thumb over the head. It was his turn to gasp. The blond had her lips open and her tongue buried in Crème’s pussy. When he looked back at the woman he was holding in his arms, her eyes were unfocused and her moans were getting louder.

Stefan thought she was such a beautiful sight that he had to kiss her again. He did the invading this time, tasting her mouth, enjoying the feel of her tongue, and then tasting her chin and her jaw, running his tongue up to her ear and back down her neck. When he reached the hollow above her breasts, she pushed his head down to her breast.

“Suck on me,” she whispered, pushing against the leg behind her.

Stefan looked down at Peaches, her mouth pressed against Crème’s pussy, her hand pumping and him. He held Crème’s breast while he licked the stiff nipple. He could feel her hands in his hair and on his face – he felt like he was part of a dream. The peach flavored nipple tasted so good and when he sucked it into his mouth it seemed to come willingly, the breast pushing at him.

“Yes…,” hissed Crème, “oh, yes.”

He could feel her twisting on his leg, her breast moving under his mouth.

“Oh, gawd, yes,” she yelled, “yes, right there, oh!” Crème stiffened and then shuddered.

"Oh baby," she said and then slipped down, pulling her breast from Stefan’s mouth, her hands falling to the tub.

He looked at Peaches, her mouth slick and a cat-like grin on her face. Crème’s chest was heaving from the effort of catching her breath. When she opened her eyes, she looked straight across at Peaches.

“OK,” she said, “now it’s my turn.”

to be continued...


I'll post Ch 6 tomorrow.

 

[Chrysse]

mmmmmm yum

very nice

waiting for the whipped cream but loving the peaches...

and... for a change of taste...
if anyone watching likes chocolate, there's some luscious pics of chocolate-covered nipples on the last page or two of my pics thread would love to see more posted...

 

[ffreak]

I love it, Chrysse. Somehow those shots make me believe in esp. Wait till my Chocoholic story is released - everyone will be sure you were the inspiration. If I'd known about those shots before I may have asked if I could use them to make it an illustrated story.

-FF (chocolate covered mounds - what wonderful candy)

 

[Chrysse]

chocolate pics

I love it, Chrysse. Somehow those shots make me believe in esp. Wait till my Chocoholic story is released - everyone will be sure you were the inspiration. If I'd known about those shots before I may have asked if I could use them to make it an illustrated story.

-FF (chocolate covered mounds - what wonderful candy)

i'll be happy to create some more for you...

 

[ffreak]

Re: chocolate pics

i'll be happy to create some more for you...

I always encourage artistic creativity.


and on that note:

Peaches and Crème Ch 6

Peaches reversed her position in the tub and slipped onto her back, sliding her legs under Crème.

Crème seemed to flow as she sat up, and then leaned over Peaches. When she was stretched full-length over the small blond, she lowered herself and kissed the girl.

Stefan watched the two women; breasts mashed against each other, kissing, and ran his hand from Crème’s ass up her back. When he got to her shoulders, she broke the kiss and looked at him.

“You can keep that up,” she said, and then looked down where he’d bumped her and giggled. She reached over and gave his stiff cock a quick pump. Peaches was busy sucking on her ear lobe.

“I see you’re raring to go, honey,” Crème said, “do you want to move behind us?”

“No,”, Stefan said, he was tempted, but he had other plans, “Just go ahead with what you were doing for now.”

Crème turned back to her girlfriend and they kissed for just awhile longer. Stefan had picked up some of the larger pieces of fruit and rubbed it all over Crème’s butt and lower back.

Feeling the wet trail of the peach juice run down her ass and across her pussy, Crème began her descent over Peaches’ body. Stefan watched her trail her lips across the woman’s neck and breasts, stopping to suck on each one. Peaches tilted her head back, eyes closed, a moan escaping her lips.

Stefan continued to rub the peaches up Crème’s back as she wandered across Peaches’ stomach and down to her pussy, taking licks and nibbles across the sticky skin on the way. Once she reached her goal, she attacked it like she was starved. The surge of feeling was so sudden for Peaches that she screamed and nearly sat up. Stefan moved quickly to keep her from falling against the tub, trying to hold her while she braced herself with her elbows.

Crème broke her grip momentarily. “You taste delicious,” she said, “Can I have some more?”
Peaches nodded her head and when Crème went back to feasting on her pussy she groaned and reached for Stefan.

Stefan was surprised at how hard Peaches pulled him to her. She attacked his mouth with as much ferocity as Crème was using to eat her. He found her mouth and tongue delicious, the fragrance of peaches and woman heady, and her need unquenchable.

When they broke for air, Stefan sat back and watched the little woman bucking against Crème’s mouth.

Feeling the time was right; Stefan retrieved the bowl of cream again. He scooped a small handful and dropped in on one of Peaches’ nipples.

She looked sharply at her breasts, her breath drawing in at the touch of the creamy cold concoction, and watched while he put more cream on her other nipple.

“More,” she whispered, “put more on me.”

“Wait,” he whispered back and bent his head to her breast, licking the cream off her nipple.

“Delicious,” he said and replaced the cream with another handful. Only this time, he massaged it into and all over her breast.

Crème looked up and saw the whipped cream and slid up to place her mouth over Peaches other breast.

“Mmm, yeah, definitely more,” she said, sliding back down Peaches’ body, and resuming her ministrations to the wet flowery lips of her friend.

to be continued...