Whipped creme with a cherry on top

[ffreak]

A break from our regularly scheduled program:

I think we're going to be forming a line at the help wanted desk at that hotel.

I thought of you, Chrysse, at your conference. I took a nap and dreamed of knocking on your door with a box of chocolate covered cherries and a bowl of warm, melted chocolate mixed with crème de cocoa.

You were, of course, naked. I took you to the tub and gently rubbed the dark mixture into your luscious breasts, paying special attention to completely cover not only your nipples, but all of your areolas painting the chocolate like it was a bikini top into triangles. Then, I changed my mind and drew a front with a deeply plunging line to your navel, flaring the sweet fluid to your hips and over the tops of your thighs and onto your beautiful lips.

Once I was able to duplicate the look of your photo, down there, I opened the box of cherries and used two fingers to create a channel into your body. I dipped a piece of the chocolate covered fruit into the liquored mixture and carefully inserted it into you until it disappeared. I was able to do this five more times – the last barely hidden inside.

I undressed and got into the tub with you and holding myself above your body, I kissed you, tasting your mouth and your lips. Moving slowly down your body, I tasted your neck, the delicate line to the center of your chest, and working my way down a breast to the covered nipple, which I licked and sucked on until it was again naked to the air.

Not wanting your other breast to feel left-out, I did the same for it, only I worked from the center of your nipple to the lower edge of your breast. I could feel your body heat against my cheek and as I followed the line of your ‘suit’ past your navel, it became difficult for me to control my urgency to simply plunge myself into you. When I reached the top of your swelling lips I took a moment to admire how lovely you looked, wet nipples, stiffened in the air, chocolate smeared down your body where I had trailed my tongue and my hands.

I opened my mouth and tried to engulf your pussy whole, tasting the rich chocolate mixing with your own upwelling nectar. Ah, heavenly flavor, the natural musk of a woman stirred into a slowly building heat, sharp sweet tang of the fruit from the crushed candies, dark thick flow of rich secrets.

I concentrated on the opening of your inner flower, probing with my tongue, nudging your entrance with the tip, trying to move the outermost cherry, turning it as the chocolate shell melted with your rising temperature. My hands were coated with chocolate now, I couldn’t keep them off you, caressing, squeezing, probing, wanting to know all the secrets of your body. Finally I teased the round red fruit to the edge of your opening and placed my mouth against you and sucked. The little ball popped into my mouth with a delightful suddenness that was accompanied by a whimper from you. I nuzzled your wet folds while I chewed on my prize.

The next piece was harder to get and I slid a finger in to see if I could reach all of the remaining treats. While I was checking how well your pussy was cooking the cherries, I discovered your little nub peaking out beneath its hood. I wondered if it would taste or respond any differently, dripping in chocolate, so I sucked it into my mouth. You reacted with more strength than I expected and clamped down on my finger so tightly I almost thought I would not get it back.

When I let go of you, you did the same for my finger. But I did not remove it, instead I continued to search and count. Up near the top, behind your little firecracker, was a bump. It was not hard, but it was distinct. I rubbed on it, trying to get a feel for its shape and size. Abruptly you bucked again causing your inner folds to press against my teeth as I slipped down an inch. You yelped and I immediately sucked the same part of you into my mouth again to bathe it with my tongue, hoping you had not been hurt. You pushed against me, so I continued to use my mouth to kiss you there.

I had to slip a second finger into you to try to get more of the cherries. As I did you squirmed, making it all the more difficult and all the more fun to play and taste your juices.

One at a time, I coaxed the red misshapen pieces from your hungry hole. When I had the last in my hand, I crawled back up your body, your hand groping for me, and fed you one of the treats coated in more of the syrup that was oozing off your body. We shared the remaining fruit, ideally flavored as you coated my stiff urgency and guided me into you.

-FF (hope you like this)

 

[dragonhearted]

if she didn't...I sure did!


mmmmrrrrrrrroooooowwwwwwwwwlllllllllllllllll!!!!!

 

[ffreak]

Oh dragonhearted, I'm so happy to see you still here. I'm still thinking of flavors to complement your delectible body. Maybe real cocoa butter with rum thickened caramel.

-FF (just the right tone for a lazy afternoon, sunning on deck halfway between L.A. and Catalina)

 

[Chrysse]

yummmm....

ooooh what delectable treats you shower us with

your stories... and our own personal body flavors... with expert attention to detail and pleasure

i can't wait for more of Peaches and Creme... and the story you write for Dragon... then maybe she and i can have one together

almost makes up for the fact that when i called room service tonight... my sexy boy didn't answer

oh well i have you

 

[ffreak]

Peaches and Crème Ch 11

“Peaches, hon,” Crème said, “try to twist your way back up here, would you please?”

Stefan was laying flat on Crème, loving the feel of her underneath his body, her breasts against his chest, his cock still floating in her pussy. Most of the whipped cream had been squeezed out from between them, but there was still plenty of slick lubrication.

Peaches managed to spin herself around roll against the two lovers scooping cream that was laying in the bottom of the tub between them all. She presented her hand to Crème, letting her suck the fluid from her fingers. Watching this, Stefan felt like he was getting harder. How he was being kept hard for so long he did not know, but he was enjoying himself more than ever before in his life.

“Oh, honey, I’d love to slip and slide with you some more,” Crème said, “but Peaches deserves a go too.”

Pushing on his shoulders, Crème helped Stefan dislodge himself. Then she started to push him toward Peaches.

“Wait,” Peaches said, “I’d like to get on top, if I can.”

“That’s fine with me,” Stefan said.

“Well,” Crème said, and started to slide from under Stefan.

It took a minute and a couple of ouches and laughs and the three rearranged themselves in the tub.

Peaches climbed on top with more ease than she expected. But before she tried to connect her body to Stefan’s, she slipped down and sucked his cock into her mouth. Stefan was taken by surprise but Crème acted as though she’d expected the move and reached across his body and started scooping the whipped topping onto his chest and stomach. Peaches looked up and pulled some of the cream down to his cock, creating a small volcano shaped mound, Stefan’s shaft as the center.

When she had perfected her little mountain, Peaches slid back up and using Crème for support, lifted herself over Stefan and slowly down until he was buried in her, the sides of the small mountain bursting from their collision.

Stefan did not simply lay still; he took two handfuls of the cream and pressed them into Peaches breasts. He spread the cream lightly, teasing her, getting her to fall into his hands, getting her to let herself be held as both of them moved with their hips only, grinding herself against him.

For all that Peaches was rounder she felt smaller and tighter than Stefan expected and her machinations against him were delighting his senses. For her, she felt almost suspended, his hands providing the perfect support and slipperiness and his undulating hips making her sense of floating in gentle waves.

Crème got their attention, having gotten to all fours and backing over Stefan towards her friend.

“Pardon me, darlings, but I’ve just got to try this,” she said.

Peaches sat up and took a hold on Crème’s hips as she backed up until she could kiss the slick messy lips, dripping wisps of cream and fruit into her mouth. Stefan watched Crème, ready to try to help her whenever she needed it, but she managed to slide herself into position, pussy to her friends, mouth and hands on Stefan’s shoulders. Then she offered him her mouth and he reached up to place his hands on Crème’s breasts like he had with Peaches. The first attempt at moving was almost disastrous. Fortunately Peaches and Stefan had braced Crème well enough for no one to get hurt.

“Let’s try this sideways,” Stefan said, “Only, let me taste more of you, Crème.”

to be continued...

 

[midwestyankee]

This is so tasty...


Please keep it going for a while, ffreak, it's wonderful.

 

[ffreak]

Hey, I love your AV. It's perfect here. I will be posting the next chapter about Peaches and Crème tomorrow for your pleasure.

In the meantime, folks, I want to let you know that my story, The Chocoholic, has been released (you can click on the name to see it). My subtitle is Orgasm by Chocolate. Please feel free to take a look and let me know what you think.

I do want to thank all of you for reading and for jumping in and participating here. I'm having fun and I hope all of you are too.

-FF (so many delicious flavors, so many beautiful women - life is good)

 

[KHAN-E]

Re: Re: more peaches please

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

MMMmmm!!! I think a nice Juicy Dumpling would be great for sex!!

BI any chance, are you BI?!

 

[KHAN-E]

Re: speaking of whipped cream

Sweet Snow
copyright Blue Dolphin

Very nice, Dolphin.

Such poetry is soooo erotic. Both you and ffreak are first class poets. You write poetry that really gets to me. It makes me wet!

 

[KHAN-E]

Re: Chocolate frolics...

hehehe ... and then there was the chocolate popsicle incident between me and my girlfriend in high school.... which the guys are still trying to figure out based on the evidence strewn all over the kitchen floor the next day

I keep a supply of popsicles on hand for just such fun. My cousin, Amy, and I LUV to play "Popsicle Prick" with each other. It gets very sticky. But cleaning each other UP is half the fun!!!

 

[KHAN-E]

Re: fun with room service...

I travel a lot... and i have been getting this naughty fantasy of seducing the man (or woman) who brings the room service

Hmmm..... so i called room service again and got the same sweet guy... i said pretty please could i have the mac and cheese cause that's what i really wanted He must have thought it was cute cause when i ordered a salad he asked if i wanted a toy to go with that ! So i said, "are you the toy?" hee hee

and he said "I might be" and i said "mmmmmm"

hehe... it was very cute because then he got so flustered (in the blood rushing to the cock way) that he couldn't remember the names of the salad dressings

and then he said he better go before he gets in trouble LOL

I think tonight i need to go down to the front desk and ask him if i can have that toy with my dinner....

Did you?

What happened?

I want deTAILs.

If you didn't do it, just make up a good story. I'm into this one!!!

 

[ffreak]

Welcome back, KHAN-E - good to have you playing with us.

for your pleasures:

Peaches and Crème Ch 12

Crème lowered herself onto the mound of whipped cream on Stefan’s stomach. Then she sat up and leaned back against Peaches. Peaches instinctively ran her hands up and onto Crème’s breasts, squeezing them and flicking the nipples with her fingers.

“Having fun, darling girl?” Crème asked.

“Oodles,” Peaches said, and kissed her on the cheek.

Crème lifted one leg over Stefan’s body and twisted around. When her leg was down, she lifted the other and raised it over Stefan’s head.

“Roll over, Peaches,” Stefan said.

The small blonde did what she was asked, Stefan moving with her, only as she rolled, he moved his leg to the outside and pushed deeper into her with his cock. At the same time he took a hold on Crème’s hips and pulled her to his mouth.

Stefan managed to start an undulating rhythm that let him pump deeply into Peaches while he ravaged Crème with his mouth, nibbling and twisting and licking and pounding each of the women.

The two women tried to kiss, but their bodies were taken over by the lust they were experiencing in the slick mess in the bottom of the tub and in the erotic assault upon their most sensitive places. As Peaches licked at her friend’s mouth, Stefan would twist and pull himself a little ways out of her, and as she thought she would miss the place she wanted to reach, he would push back into her and push her tongue into Crème’s mouth. Crème too was having difficulties of her own. Stefan was mercilessly riding her pussy with his mouth and nose, his lower movements driving the position of his mouth and Peaches’ tongue was an outright tease.

The only sounds in the room were the grunts and whimpers of the three people trying to reach a nirvana of passion. For Stefan, he felt like he was caught in an electrical circuit of ecstasy, his movements driven by automatic response. He understood completely what was meant by thinking with his other head, because all his thought was centered where it plunged in the warm wetness that was Peaches. His tongue rubbed its way over Crème’s hard little nub only to coax more of the only nourishment he desired into his mouth.

The women’s orgasmic heat was building just as rapidly. Raw energy from their sex was flooding their senses, the slippery surface holding the pressure at bay, refusing to let them reach full release, forcing them to climb the mountain slowly.

Crème broke the silence with her scream first; Stefan had clamped down on her clit and sucked hard like he wanted to drink her entire soul from that one spot.

Peaches opened her eyes wide, staring at her friend in the agony of release, clutching her own breasts, twisting her nipples. As Stefan twisted with her, trying to keep her in his mouth, he ground the head of his cock against Peaches’ g-spot, pushing and scraping over its sensitive surface. This was too much for Peaches to hold back against and she added her voice to the primitive wailings of her friend, trapping Stefan in place, her muscles rippling up the length of his shaft and triggering his own explosive reaction.

Stefan rolled over flat on his back, panting, his cock limp and dangling between his legs.

The two women crawled to each other and kissed deeply, rolled onto their stomachs in the slick white cream. Stefan looked at their bodies and caught his breath.

“You two are the most beautiful, delicious creatures I have ever known,” he said simply.

The two women looked at him and smiled.

“And you,” Crème said, “are the messiest most wonderful lover I’ve known.”

“Let’s catch our breath before cleaning up,” Stefan said, and he motioned for the women to join him, which they did.

“You know,” Peaches said, kissing him on the cheek and fondling his limp cock, “cleaning up may be fun too.”

to be continued... after all, we have to find out what kind of fun she has in mind... wonder what that could be?

ouu, Dumpling has given me a great idea for an interlude. maybe I'll do that first.

 

[Chrysse]

mmmmmmmm .......

~licking lips~

what a wonderful story, and so hot... you have such a way with words and images....

rushing over to read your chocolate story now

i am changing my avatar today in honor of you... just have to choose which one to use

Khan-E... I couldn't find him the next time i called down to room service a woman answered not that I would mind that but she didn't seem at all inclined to play...

i have a feeling i scared him LOL

 

[ffreak]

Why thank you, Chrysse - I like that one - such a mouth watering look.

This makes me think of variation on a fairy tale:

"Why grandma, what a big tongue you have," said little red.

"The better to lick you with," said the big bad wolf.

-FF (see why I'm into M&M's? But this is even better.)

 

[dragonhearted]

hot damn baby! I love the way you write! I have been following every word of this and I swear it feels like I am there! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...would that I was (with Chrys ...)

 

[ffreak]

For Dumpling:

I awoke with at the touch of her lips on mine.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said.

My eyes were open and taking in the luscious view of her naked body. She was staring at my morning salute and licking her lips.

“Evidently you like what you see, too,” she said.

“Of course,” I growled and reached for her.

But she ducked away and said, “First, do your morning thing, and then meet me in the kitchen for breakfast,” and she left the room.

Nature was calling on me to do as she said, so I went on into the bathroom. While there, I decided to brush my teeth with my finger and even get a quick shower. She had some generic deodorant soap, so I washed last night’s sweat away. When I got to the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around me, I noticed that I was overdressed. She was dressed just the way I liked – completely naked.

The odor from the rolls she was frosting was making my stomach growl, and the sight of her bent over the tray was getting my attention too. What was shocking was the color. When she turned to me and offered me a purple roll I had to laugh.

“Why purple?”

“Why not; it’s my favorite color – and didn’t you say you liked to paint?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, “but normally my canvas is a flat surface.”

I took a bite of the roll, it was oozing cinnamon and the frosting was very sweet.

“Just think of me as a 3-D canvas,” she said as she let frosting and cinnamon dribbled onto her breast.

I couldn’t resist, of course, and had to taste. She was delicious, the point of her nipple made an excellent surface for my tongue. Then I kissed her, pressing my naked body against hers.

“So, what did you have in mind as a subject for this canvas?”

“Oh,” she said, wriggling against me, “I’ll just let you surprise me.”

“Hmm,” I said and took another bite of the warm roll, “do you have any more colors?”

“I still have some uncolored frosting – it’s still white,” she said, pointing to a large bowl. The food coloring bottles were next to it.

Purple and white and brown – plenty to work with, I thought. Casually I took a scoop of the white frosting; since there was more of it I decided it would be my background color.

“This is going to be fun,” I said, “I haven’t finger painted in a long time.”

Swiftly, I drew two pointed ears high over her breasts, and then continued the lines down in a circle around her breasts and just under her navel to a little rounded point just over her hips. Then, because I was already there, I took another handful and wiped it in a little circle on her pussy and into a curved line almost to the other drawing.

“Better be careful there, Mr. Artist, you might not be able to finish your drawing.”

“I guess I’ll leave that for last then,” I said.

I feathered the edge of my outline, like fur flying away. Then I used a little of the purple to draw two eye shapes around her breasts, a flat nose about halfway to her belly button, and a mouth that split from the bottom of the nose to her navel, flaring out in a smile.

“Are you comfortable, darling,” I asked.

“So far,” she said.

I filled in the rest of the background, then using the purple; I created highlights to give depth and definition to the shape. For the eyes, I mixed a little of the white with a touch of green and yellow to keep it light and painted her areolas. The purple over this went dark, and I drew the narrow iris over each nipple. With a fresh spot of white, I mixed a touch of red and drew in the tip of a tongue below the mouth. A little more white and I touched-up the nose with pink. Then I undid one of the rolls and used the cinnamon to put it flecks of brown for the base of the whiskers and more definition around the nose and mouth.

Using some of the purple; I mixed just a touch of green and some more white to create a grey and colored in the mouse on her pussy.

“Hold still,” I had to say.

“You try to keep a pussy from swallowing a mouse,” she said back.

We laughed as I took a final swipe with white to each face making whiskers appear.

When I was done I stood back and licked my fingers.

“I want to see,” she said and ran to the bedroom.

I followed.

“Quick,” she said, “take a picture. I want to be able to upload this.”

“So, you like it?” I asked.

“It’s wonderful, thank you for playing along so nicely.”

I took a few shots for her as she struck different poses around the room. When she was satisfied she had enough pictures, she put the camera away.

“So, now what,” I asked, “that’s a lot of sticky sweet on you.”

“Oh, I was thinking of my own painting. You didn’t use nearly enough cinnamon for my taste. But then again, I wasn’t planning on tasting the same places.”

“Hmm… wonder what subject you were going to draw.”

In answer, she grabbed me by my shaft and pulled me back to the kitchen. I could almost hear her purring while I debated with myself on which pussy’s mouth I wanted to taste first.

-FF (sweet, sweet, baby)

ps. I'll post one for DragonHearted tomorrow.

 

[Chrysse]

hot damn baby! I love the way you write! I have been following every word of this and I swear it feels like I am there! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...would that I was (with Chrys ...)

mmmm right there in that tub with ya, Dragon

 

[ffreak]

I couldn't leave this hanging

Dumpling, Part 2:

When we got back to the kitchen, she went right back to the plate of rolls.

“Sit down,” she said, bringing the plate and a bowl of her sweet frosting.

She lathered my cock with the purple goo. Then she unrolled one of her cinnamon creations and wrapped it around my shaft and coated it in more of the frosting.

“Ha,” she said, “that reminds me of a poem I learned as a little girl. But I think I’ll change it a little.”

“I never saw a purple cock.
I never hoped to see one.
But I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather eat than be one.”

We both laughed at the silly verse. But then she proceeded to do just that, she began pulling the roll from my cock with her teeth and ate her way to my base.

She had purple frosting all over her hands and her face when she stood up and I stood up with her. I was so hard it hurt, but I wanted to taste what she’d tasted and so I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her.

She tasted pretty good, sugar and cinnamon even if she did look like a purple cock eater. That thought made me laugh.
“What’s so funny now?” she asked.

“I just remembered an old song – the one about the one horned, one eyed, flying purple people eater.”

She laughed too, “is that what I am?”

“Darn right, dear, I’ve go the horn and you’ve got the eye, and I’m going to get around to threading it here right after I get my breakfast.”

At that, I stooped down to check-out her mouse. But I wasn’t quick enough to get first crack at destroying my artwork. She took another roll, undid it and swiped cinnamon and sugar across her lips.

“Since I’m the cook,” she said, “I get to prepare the dish.”

I smiled and stuck my tongue out for a taste – actually I stuck my tongue in, as far in as I could go with it into her wetness. It was absolutely delicious. I licked and sucked every bit of the surface and the inside of her lips. She kept getting wetter, and I kept licking. I had drawn the ass end of the mouse right over her clit and when I sucked on it, it was the sweetest tail I’d ever tasted.

“Oh, darling, you can do that all day if you want,” she said.

“What I want is to bury my hot cock inside you, now,” I said as I stood.

She propped a leg on the edge of the table and I slipped into her hot hole. I felt like I was on fire in her and rapidly went about trying to increase the temperature with friction from pumping in and out of her melting honey pot.

“Oh God,” I said, “I’m burning up. I don’t know if we’re about to burst into flame or what.”

“It’s the…” she panted, “the cinnamon… uh, uh, I think I put, ouu, too much…” and she grabbed my face and kissed me again.

We grunted and burned into near oblivion before breaking the kiss.

“I think I’m about to explode here,” I said.

She surprised me with her strength as she used her hips to push me away.

“I want to taste,” she said as she slid down my body and grabbed my cock and shoved it in her mouth.

One quick suck was all it took and I delivered as promised, sending my man juice down her throat in what felt like the strongest orgasm of my life.

I fell to my knees and pushed her over and resumed my oral attack on her wonderful pussy. She tasted even better; more of her own juice changed the flavor into something indescribably delicious. A few quick flails of my tongue across her clit and she was bucking on the floor.

We lay exhausted for only a couple of minutes.

“I think we better go rinse the rest of this off,” she said.

I had to agree, cinnamon or not, it had to be the hottest sex I’d ever had.

-FF (next, I'll tell you about DragonHearted and the difficulty of choosing between chocolate and strawberry)

 

[Dumpling]

For Dumpling:

I awoke with at the touch of her lips on mine.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said.

My eyes were open and taking in the luscious view of her naked body. She was staring at my morning salute and licking her lips.

“Evidently you like what you see, too,” she said.

“Of course,” I growled and reached for her.

But she ducked away and said, “First, do your morning thing, and then meet me in the kitchen for breakfast,” and she left the room.

Nature was calling on me to do as she said, so I went on into the bathroom. While there, I decided to brush my teeth with my finger and even get a quick shower. She had some generic deodorant soap, so I washed last night’s sweat away. When I got to the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around me, I noticed that I was overdressed. She was dressed just the way I liked – completely naked.

The odor from the rolls she was frosting was making my stomach growl, and the sight of her bent over the tray was getting my attention too. What was shocking was the color. When she turned to me and offered me a purple roll I had to laugh.

“Why purple?”

“Why not; it’s my favorite color – and didn’t you say you liked to paint?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, “but normally my canvas is a flat surface.”

I took a bite of the roll, it was oozing cinnamon and the frosting was very sweet.

“Just think of me as a 3-D canvas,” she said as she let frosting and cinnamon dribbled onto her breast.

I couldn’t resist, of course, and had to taste. She was delicious, the point of her nipple made an excellent surface for my tongue. Then I kissed her, pressing my naked body against hers.

“So, what did you have in mind as a subject for this canvas?”

“Oh,” she said, wriggling against me, “I’ll just let you surprise me.”

“Hmm,” I said and took another bite of the warm roll, “do you have any more colors?”

“I still have some uncolored frosting – it’s still white,” she said, pointing to a large bowl. The food coloring bottles were next to it.

Purple and white and brown – plenty to work with, I thought. Casually I took a scoop of the white frosting; since there was more of it I decided it would be my background color.

“This is going to be fun,” I said, “I haven’t finger painted in a long time.”

Swiftly, I drew two pointed ears high over her breasts, and then continued the lines down in a circle around her breasts and just under her navel to a little rounded point just over her hips. Then, because I was already there, I took another handful and wiped it in a little circle on her pussy and into a curved line almost to the other drawing.

“Better be careful there, Mr. Artist, you might not be able to finish your drawing.”

“I guess I’ll leave that for last then,” I said.

I feathered the edge of my outline, like fur flying away. Then I used a little of the purple to draw two eye shapes around her breasts, a flat nose about halfway to her belly button, and a mouth that split from the bottom of the nose to her navel, flaring out in a smile.

“Are you comfortable, darling,” I asked.

“So far,” she said.

I filled in the rest of the background, then using the purple; I created highlights to give depth and definition to the shape. For the eyes, I mixed a little of the white with a touch of green and yellow to keep it light and painted her areolas. The purple over this went dark, and I drew the narrow iris over each nipple. With a fresh spot of white, I mixed a touch of red and drew in the tip of a tongue below the mouth. A little more white and I touched-up the nose with pink. Then I undid one of the rolls and used the cinnamon to put it flecks of brown for the base of the whiskers and more definition around the nose and mouth.

Using some of the purple; I mixed just a touch of green and some more white to create a grey and colored in the mouse on her pussy.

“Hold still,” I had to say.

“You try to keep a pussy from swallowing a mouse,” she said back.

We laughed as I took a final swipe with white to each face making whiskers appear.

When I was done I stood back and licked my fingers.

“I want to see,” she said and ran to the bedroom.

I followed.

“Quick,” she said, “take a picture. I want to be able to upload this.”

“So, you like it?” I asked.

“It’s wonderful, thank you for playing along so nicely.”

I took a few shots for her as she struck different poses around the room. When she was satisfied she had enough pictures, she put the camera away.

“So, now what,” I asked, “that’s a lot of sticky sweet on you.”

“Oh, I was thinking of my own painting. You didn’t use nearly enough cinnamon for my taste. But then again, I wasn’t planning on tasting the same places.”

“Hmm… wonder what subject you were going to draw.”

In answer, she grabbed me by my shaft and pulled me back to the kitchen. I could almost hear her purring while I debated with myself on which pussy’s mouth I wanted to taste first.

-FF (sweet, sweet, baby)

ps. I'll post one for DragonHearted tomorrow.

Hey ffreaky FRED WAY to Go
I LOVE it,alittle bit of Humor a lot of SWEET STUFF but Iam sorry
to say you concentrated to long on painting not enough licking
and tasting the Merchandise and only a glimmer that there
might be something else going on besides the FingerPainting.
I guess you couldnt find the Spray Can with the Whip Cream
otherwise there would have been a Handfull right between my Legs am I right. But I guess you dont really know me to well so you tried to play it safe.I apreciate it very much that you did write it for me ff F next time please be a little more daring
------->[[[[[[[ff F]]]]]] <---- from Ling

 

[Dumpling]

Re: Re: Re: more peaches please

MMMmmm!!! I think a nice Juicy Dumpling would be great for sex!!

BI any chance, are you BI?!

KHAN-E SWEETIE Now I wonder what made you guess
Is it that obious, or was it just a Stab in the Dark.
Dont know why I never got back here,I usually backtrack to where I ve been Bi, Bi for now from Ling

 

[dragonhearted]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...CINNfully delicious! yuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....

 

[dragonhearted]

Hey ffreaky FRED WAY to Go
I LOVE it,alittle bit of Humor a lot of SWEET STUFF but Iam sorry
to say you concentrated to long on painting not enough licking
and tasting the Merchandise and only a glimmer that there
might be something else going on besides the FingerPainting.
I guess you couldnt find the Spray Can with the Whip Cream
otherwise there would have been a Handfull right between my Legs am I right. But I guess you dont really know me to well so you tried to play it safe.I apreciate it very much that you did write it for me ff F next time please be a little more daring
------->[[[[[[[ff F]]]]]] <---- from Ling

I thought it was good, esp the second part...when he had you wrapping a roll around his cock...then the cinnamon burning while he fucked ya...yeeeeeeeeeeeeee haw....

god I'm horny!

 

[Dumpling]

I couldn't leave this hanging

Dumpling, Part 2:

When we got back to the kitchen, she went right back to the plate of rolls.

“Sit down,” she said, bringing the plate and a bowl of her sweet frosting.

She lathered my cock with the purple goo. Then she unrolled one of her cinnamon creations and wrapped it around my shaft and coated it in more of the frosting.

“Ha,” she said, “that reminds me of a poem I learned as a little girl. But I think I’ll change it a little.”

“I never saw a purple cock.
I never hoped to see one.
But I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather eat than be one.”

We both laughed at the silly verse. But then she proceeded to do just that, she began pulling the roll from my cock with her teeth and ate her way to my base.

She had purple frosting all over her hands and her face when she stood up and I stood up with her. I was so hard it hurt, but I wanted to taste what she’d tasted and so I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her.

She tasted pretty good, sugar and cinnamon even if she did look like a purple cock eater. That thought made me laugh.
“What’s so funny now?” she asked.

“I just remembered an old song – the one about the one horned, one eyed, flying purple people eater.”

She laughed too, “is that what I am?”

“Darn right, dear, I’ve go the horn and you’ve got the eye, and I’m going to get around to threading it here right after I get my breakfast.”

At that, I stooped down to check-out her mouse. But I wasn’t quick enough to get first crack at destroying my artwork. She took another roll, undid it and swiped cinnamon and sugar across her lips.

“Since I’m the cook,” she said, “I get to prepare the dish.”

I smiled and stuck my tongue out for a taste – actually I stuck my tongue in, as far in as I could go with it into her wetness. It was absolutely delicious. I licked and sucked every bit of the surface and the inside of her lips. She kept getting wetter, and I kept licking. I had drawn the ass end of the mouse right over her clit and when I sucked on it, it was the sweetest tail I’d ever tasted.

“Oh, darling, you can do that all day if you want,” she said.

“What I want is to bury my hot cock inside you, now,” I said as I stood.

She propped a leg on the edge of the table and I slipped into her hot hole. I felt like I was on fire in her and rapidly went about trying to increase the temperature with friction from pumping in and out of her melting honey pot.

“Oh God,” I said, “I’m burning up. I don’t know if we’re about to burst into flame or what.”

“It’s the…” she panted, “the cinnamon… uh, uh, I think I put, ouu, too much…” and she grabbed my face and kissed me again.

We grunted and burned into near oblivion before breaking the kiss.

“I think I’m about to explode here,” I said.

She surprised me with her strength as she used her hips to push me away.

“I want to taste,” she said as she slid down my body and grabbed my cock and shoved it in her mouth.

One quick suck was all it took and I delivered as promised, sending my man juice down her throat in what felt like the strongest orgasm of my life.

I fell to my knees and pushed her over and resumed my oral attack on her wonderful pussy. She tasted even better; more of her own juice changed the flavor into something indescribably delicious. A few quick flails of my tongue across her clit and she was bucking on the floor.

We lay exhausted for only a couple of minutes.

“I think we better go rinse the rest of this off,” she said.

I had to agree, cinnamon or not, it had to be the hottest sex I’d ever had.

-FF (next, I'll tell you about DragonHearted and the difficulty of choosing between chocolate and strawberry)

Hi ffeaky Fred, sorry I never read the second part when I posted my answer on the first one,yes it did get better and I like it even more now. grrrrrrrr lets rub those Bodies together and see what Mess we can get in to Thank you,thank you Iam used to it getting attention but this is really GREAT -- Ling

 

[KHAN-E]

Re: mmmmmmmm .......

~licking lips~

what a wonderful story, and so hot... you have such a way with words and images....

rushing over to read your chocolate story now

i am changing my avatar today in honor of you... just have to choose which one to use

Khan-E... I couldn't find him the next time i called down to room service a woman answered not that I would mind that but she didn't seem at all inclined to play...

i have a feeling i scared him LOL

LUV the new AV!!! You look delicious!! I bet we could have some fun if we ever met!

I wonder if your Room Service boy might have been visiting the Men's Room for some "self-service".

 

[KHAN-E]

Re: Re: Re: Re: more peaches please

KHAN-E SWEETIE Now I wonder what made you guess
Is it that obious, or was it just a Stab in the Dark.
Dont know why I never got back here,I usually backtrack to where I ve been Bi, Bi for now from Ling

MMMmmm!!!

I have some toys that we could use for a few "stabs in the dark".

We could feast on sweet & tangy cream. I'll serve you. You serve me.