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Peach

By: monique1971



With particular thanks to figleaf at realadultsex.

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Summer afternoon. Cicadas buzzing. Sunflowers in my garden. A dog barks somewhere, once, lazily. I settle on my back porch, book in my lap.

I am going to eat a peach.

Velvety skin. What is it they always tell you to look for at the market? "Heavy for its size." Yes. It's weighty in my hand. Pretty, pretty. Yellow shades to orange, pink is in there too. How remarkable, that every year there are peaches like this.

The fragrance. There's nothing else like it, voluptuous, sweet. I brush it over my lips. Inhale. Lovely.

I bite. Juice drips over my chin. I slurp, undignified, eager. Another bite and another. It's so good! I suck on the ragged flesh. I catch at another bite with my lips. Summer, so perfect, so brief. Why can't there be peaches all year long?

Sated, I set aside the pit, with its alien wrinkliness. I let my head fall back and I drift off to sleep.....

*****

I awake. He stands over me, smiling. He reaches down and takes the book out of my hands, kisses me softly. He flicks his tongue over my lips, tasting the fruit.

I start to speak, but he puts his fingers to my lips. He kneels in front of me and gently lifts my skirt, folding it back. He gazes at my mound, covered in soft white lace panties. He kisses it. I feel his breath, hot. I can't help but lift my hips, pressing my pussy upward towards his mouth. He laughs, low, his voice muffled against my skin. He puts his hands on my hips and slowly tugs my panties down.

He puts a hand on each knee, opens me, and spreads me for his pleasure. The first time he did this, I blushed, tried to close my legs. I laughed nervously and protested, "no, no." I couldn't stand being seen. He taught me to glory in my cunt, to flaunt it. Now, I wait, knowing that wetness is gathering on my silky cunt lips and that he longs to taste.

He dips his head, laps against my slit. Long slow licks up and down. I groan. He holds my knees firmly apart as he licks at me. Warm, wet, this is like nothing else. I can finger myself, I can put a dildo in my pussy, but nothing can pretend to this. I put my hands on his head and hold him to me. I breathe deeply. I savor this luscious kissing.

I tilt my hips just a bit, trying to get my clit to his tongue. He takes the hint, circles his tongue over my clit, around it, hard, slow, exactly as I like it. I cry out, and he slows his pace. He likes to do this, to tease, to push me forward towards orgasm and then to tug me back again. He sucks at my clit. He opens his mouth and slurps hungrily at it. I push my cunt into his face. Rubbing against him, wanton, needy. Again, he slows.

"Please...." I whisper.

"Please, what?"

"Please, suck my clit. Eat me. Tongue-fuck me. Make me cum. "

He grasps my ass and pulls me to him. He grinds his hot mouth against my pussy. He strokes my clit with his tongue, across, up, down, around, around. I can't stop moaning rhythmically now, sighing, feeling it build, wanting release. I beg him to keep going, do it, do, don't stop, eat my cunt, yes, just like that, make me cum baby, make your girl cum. The suckling at my clit torments me so sweetly. I open my legs as wide as I can, as if offer myself once and for all, and my back arches as I feel a surge sweep me. Then another--another--another. Sharp jolts shake me again and again.

I fall back, panting for breath. He lifts his head and smiles at me. He kisses my right thigh, then the left. He moves up to kiss my mouth, and I taste myself, sweet, a fleeting juiciness, like the ripest of summer fruit. 

Peach — A Story



At her touch I jumped from the bed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep with you."

"Are you nuts, what are you talking about?" A light was still on in our motel room so I could see her head poking from under the covers.

There was anger in her eyes and in her voice, too, which was really unusual because Peach is the most happiest person I know, "I'm going to sleep with you."

I quickly climbed into the other bed and turned away from her, hugging my pillow and I tried to sort out if she was moving or not but I didn't think she was so I relaxed a little and tried to figure out why she did what she did. But I couldn't. 

When she finally spoke she still sounded kind of annoyed, "That's not fair, Freddie, I want to sleep with you and you know it."

No, I didn't know that, why would she want to sleep with me? She had her own bed and besides, we're cousins. I pushed my hard-on into the pillow, wishing it would go away.

"So, you won't let me?" She sounded kind of whiney now but I still didn't know what to say so I just kept hugging my pillow. "Fine," then I heard her fling her covers back. I thought she was going to get up and come into my bed again so I curled myself around the pillow even tighter and I tried to think about what I was going to do. But that's not what she had in mind.

"I've never been as horny as I am right now, Freddie, I'm dripping just thinking about finally being with you." She said this real slow like she was dreaming or something. "I masturbate all the time, Freddie and you're always with me. We're in the car and your hand is under my shirt and you're feeling my breasts — I didn't put your hand there, Freddie, you put it there, I didn't make you do it, you wanted to do it. Sometimes we're in a park and I'm on a swing and you tell me to lift up my skirt because you want to see me and when I do I'm never wearing panties because I want you to see me. And sometimes we're in your family room and we're watching television and you sit back while I take your pants off and you rub my back and neck while I suck on you. And sometimes we're in a fast food place and we're sitting together and you put your hand on my thigh and you feel me while we eat and we say how much we love each other. But most of the time we're in my bedroom and you're kissing me and I bring your hand to my breast; I love your hands on my breasts, Freddie, I love to feel you pinching my nipples, and then you kiss and suck all over my body, every little bit of it; I'm always moaning, Freddie, I'm always encouraging you, I want your lips everywhere on me and, after a while you put your penis in me and when you do I bring my legs around you, squeezing you into me, deep and we just slowly fuck, Freddie, really close and I always whisper in your ear that I love you fucking me, I love your arms around me, I love your breath on me, I love your smell, I love your spit in my mouth — I love you fucking me, Freddie, we do it all the time, every day, sometimes twice a day, three times, once we did it five times in a day, we just fucked and fucked all day and it never takes very long for either of us to cum because we love each other so much." And then her little moans took over and my penis shot a lot of stuff into the pillow. 

When I got into the car the next morning I had made up my mind to make it to San Francisco non-stop but as I turned the key I knew I'd be lucky to make it to Ohio: it's hard to drive when you haven't had any sleep. It wasn't that she wanted to have sex with me that kept me awake all night, although that would have done it, and it wasn't listening to her masturbate that did it, although that had me wide awake, too with my penis stretched so long it hurt; it was after that, when she said, even before her breathing had returned to normal, "I love you Freddie, I'm just so in love with you and you have to know that." That was something she had never said to me before and something I don't think she should have said. Sure, we've been best friends for as long as I can remember and cousins, like, forever. But love? I didn't know what she meant by that. Cousins can't love each other for pity sake, at least, not in the way she seemed to be meaning it. I think it's against the law, or something.

We had driven about half an hour when she said, "So, you're not going to talk to me?" No, I wasn't, I still didn't know what to say to her. "Was it that I masturbated or was it that I told you how much I love you?"

"Both." I tried to sound real casual when I said that but that's not how I was feeling. I didn't really know what to say to her, whether I should talk to her about last night or try to shut it out of my head, I mean, even after thinking about it all night, which I did, I still didn't know how I was really feeling about it. Like I said, Peach and I have always been best friends but I have never thought of her and sex, ever, not even once and during my sleepless night that had kind of surprised me because judging by her self-pleasuring, her moans and her words, Peach is a really sexy girl: why hadn't I ever noticed that before? That was really bothering me. Am I, like, sexless or something? That had me worried I've gotta tell you because I could be, I really could: maybe I was a 19 year old virgin for a reason; maybe I'm one of those guys who can't have sex or something, I've heard of those types of guys before, but I didn't think I was one of them because I've thought about sex a lot, but I've never done it and didn't even like to do it with myself, well, not much because it always feels a little illegal to me and when the spurt finally comes, like it did last night, I kind of feel like I've commited some kind of criminal act or something, I always feel a little guilty which sort of takes a lot of the pleasure out of it, but not all of it, I still do it, but not much, not as much as I'd like to.

"So you've never thought of me sexually." I could still see that she had a little anger in her voice, which was really unusual for her, like I said.

"No." Which was true, like I told you.

"You would never have come into my bed?"

"No." And I never would.

"Last night I was thinking of walking around the room in my underwear, would that have helped?" I was feeling a little like I was dizzy or something, maybe it was because I didnt get any sleep but I think a lot of it had to do with what she was talking about, I mean she never talked about this kind of stuff before and I sure couldn't see why she would walk around the motel room in her underwear but I didn't say anything. 

"Would it? Would walking around in my underwear have helped?" She sounded even a little madder.

I guess I had to speak so I said, "Why would you do that?" I didn't get it. Who would walk around in her underwear?

"I'd do it so you could see my body, Freddie, I thought all men liked girls with big breasts. I think I have a really sexy body, haven't you ever noticed?" She sounded like she wanted me to answer her, I think she really wanted to know if I thought she had a sexy body or not, which I didn't get because I don't think I've ever even looked at it, I mean it was hers for pity sake, for me, looking at her would be like looking at my sister Penny's body and who would ever do that? That's disgusting and probably illegal.

"So you've never noticed?" She didn't sound mad any more, she sounded more like she was disappointed in me, I've heard this kind of voice from her a lot of times before. 

"Of course I've never noticed. You're my cousin for pity sake."

"What a friggin' twit you can be." Peach didn't swear very often, she knew I hated it. "Who said cousin's can't be together? If that was true half the royal blood lines would have died out a thousand years ago. Cousins should care about each other, I mean who do I want to spend the rest of my life with, some guy I haven't met yet or some guy I've known all my life, a guy I not only love, but should love, we've got some of the same blood for chrissake."

I hated it when she swears, I really do and I usually say something about it but I didn't now, she sounded too mad. I had thought about this love stuff all night and why wouldn't I? It was the first time anyone except my mother has ever said that to me and Peach seemed to mean it. And, to tell you the truth, it really kind of got to me, no question, but there was no question also that this love stuff is wrong. Peach could be a little spinny at times and this was one of those times, there was no doubt about it.

"So you're not interested in me?"

"Of course I'm interested in you." When I wasn't playing video games, and I've got to admit I did a lot of that, way too much of it — I was trying to quit them, which was one of the reason we were taking this long drive to the coast and back, to get away from them; it was my mum's idea, it was what she had done when she quit smoking, anyway, when I wasn't playing video games I always hung out with Peach, we even played some of the video games together, so of course I'm interested in her, I didn't know what she was talking about.

"But not sexually, you don't want to fuck me."

"Peach!" I just about drove off the blessed road.

"That's what I want, Freddie, I want to fuck you and I want you to want to fuck me. We're 19 years old for fuck's sake, it's about time we started fucking." Peach has always been a bit of a peachnut (that's what her brother calls her), she is a lot like her mother, not stupid, far from it, she's always at the top of her class, which always surprises me because she almost always acts like a scatterbrain, like now, and she looks like a scatterbrain, too, mainly because of her hair: it's long, well past her shoulders, sort of ratty brown and she has these really stupid looking bangs that bang up against her eyebrows which are really thick and they're always arched up like she's always kind of surprised by what she sees, and excited and she has hair under her arms, too, and up until just before we left she had it on her legs but for some reason she shaved that off, and her mouth is a little dopey-looking, too, a little crooked, it tilts a little to the left so she always looks like she's kind of amused, which she mostly is because she's always in a good mood, except maybe now. "Well?" she said.

"Well what?" I was thinking about her so I forgot what she said.

She punched me in the leg, and not gently either, "Shouldn't we be fucking?"

She shouldn't be talking this way so I didn't say anything, I pretended to be concentrating on my driving, just like I was pretending that I wasn't in pain, but not from her punch: I really needed to shift my hard-on, it was painful because it was bent in the crease of my jeans, but I couldn't do anything about it because I was waiting for her to look away before I could sort of move it to a better location but I could feel that she was staring at me.

"So who gets to you, Freddie? Is there anyone?"

"What do you mean?" I didn't know what she was getting at.

"Is there a girl you really care about?"

"No." I still wasn't sure what she was getting at.

"What about type, what type do you like?"

"Type?" I had just promised myself that I was just going to drive, that I'd stay silent but I didn't know what she meant, so I couldn't.

"What type of girl turns you on, Freddie? Big tits, small tits, thin, fat, great legs, eyes, hair — what?"

"I don't have a type." I was surprised I said this, I was surprised I didn't just tell her to mind her own business. She shouldn't be talking this way, she really shouldn't and she never has.

"No?" I could feel she was still looking at me.

"No."

She seemed to like my answer because she immediately cheered up, but she was never really down for very long anyway, "So I could still be in the running?" My penis was hurting even more now so I had to move it so I pretended to look in the rear view mirror and when I did I quickly pushed it into a new position, but she saw me, she always notices everything I do and she smiled, "Feel better?"

"What," I said this to kind of pretend I didn't do what I did but it didn't work because at that very moment she turned in her seat, leaned down and before I knew what she was doing she had my belt undone. "What're you doing?" I shouted this, I was kind of scared because it really surprised me, like it kind of shocked me to tell you the truth so I pushed at her hands but it was hard to get her away because I was driving in traffic on the freeway but she fought me off and in a moment she had my zipper undone and she was digging under my underwear. "What're you doing? We're on a highway for shits sake!" I never swear but I did now and I tried to stop her but I couldn't and in a moment she had my penis in her hand and a moment after, I'm not kidding, I'm really not, she put it in her mouth! I was pulling at her hair, of course, I didn't want to hurt her but I wanted to get her off me, too and finally she let go of me. 

Her head was in my lap and my stiff penis, which I could feel was wet with her siliva, was pressed under her cheek which was really hot against it. "Do you want to get us into an accident, Freddie?" she said this real calmly.

"What are you doing, Peach, jeez, you're not suppose to be doing that." One of my hands was on the wheel, the other was in her hair, pulling at her but trying not to hurt her.

She put her hand between my legs and pressed my penis hard against her cheek, "Run off the road if you want, Freddie, I don't care, I've always wanted to do this and I'm going to," and she turned back into me, put my penis back in her mouth and I'm not kidding she sucked on it and she kept on sucking on it even after I splashed into her mouth and when I did, and I sure didn't mean to do it, I was fighting with all my might to stay on the road, I mean, it was really scary, and even after I splashed in her she didn't stop sucking on me and she didn't stop when I tried really hard to push her away, she just kept on sucking but more gentle now but with the same amount of ... I don't know what it was, maybe it was desire because she was moaning a lot while she sucked on me.

I was scared, I have to admit it, "Come on, Peach," I pushed at her more roughly now but she still wouldn't move away so I put my fingers in her hair and rolled my fist, pulling at her hair, hard and it was painful enough for her to let my penis pop from her mouth and she rolled off me and sat up. "What did you do that for?" I pulled my underwear over my penis which was really wet and still pretty stiff.

"If we'd had sex last night like I wanted I wouldn't have had to do that but if you won't have sex with me I guess I'll just have to take what I can get where I can get it," and with that she undid her belt, her button and her zipper and she pushed her jeans and panties off and kicked them to the floor. "Like now."

It took me awhile to realize what she was doing, I mean I had my eyes on the road and all, "Come on, Peach, for pity sake."

"Look, we're going to be married within the next two years so I don't know what the fuck we're waiting for."

I almost drove off the road. "What are you talking about?" When I shot my eyes over to her she was looking down at her fingers which seemed to be playing in her pubic hair. 

She was taking her time and she was still watching her fingers when she said, "I've loved you forever, Freddie, I have no intention of going forward without you, I can't imagine my life without you. We're going to be married, I know it, my mother knows it and now you know it. We haven't finalized a date yet but it'll be within the next two years, probably in June, maybe July, we're not sure yet." I felt like she was looking over at me when she said, "I mean, can YOU imagine your life without us together?"

Peach could say some really wacky things, I've always known that about her but this really scared me because I also know that whatever Peach said she mostly believed, so when she said what she just said my first feeling was fear, like maybe what she was saying was really going to come true, but of course it wasn't, it was ridiculous, and I told her so.

But she didn't say anything and when she didn't I got the feeling that she didn't feel she needed to, that her mind was already made up and that scared me too, because Peach could be really pig-headed, she had a way of making dumb things happen. But she didn't say anything now, what she did instead of talking was to shift lower in the seat, open her legs and maybe she pushed her fingers into her, I don't know, I wanted to look, I really did but I was thinking she wanted me to, so I didn't. "I'm not going to marry you, Peach," then I quickly added because I wanted to sort of make it easy for her, "I'm never going to marry anyone." But she didn't say anything ... not for about a minute.

"I don't know why I have to do this, Freddie, you should be doing it — I do it often enough when you're not around."

I had a hard-on again, even after she had sucked the last one away, I knew I wanted to pull over to the side of the road and watch her, that really suprised me, I never thought I'd ever see something like that, particularly with Peach and the thought of it made me so horny that I wanted to reach over and touch her, touch her skin, even on her arm, anywhere, I really wanted to touch her, to feel her skin but I was driving so I couldn't even really look at her, there were trucks and all so I fought to look straight ahead so I really couldn't see that she was moving her hips against her fingers. "Peach?"

"God, Freddie, I'm close."

"We're not going to be married. Not next year. Not in June. Not in July. Never, OK?"

But I knew she didn't hear me because she was bucking really hard at her fingers now and she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

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I could argue all I wanted but as we drove west she just ignored everything I said and continued on with her plans for our life together and when she did I always felt like she was sort of threatening to go back into my pants, which weren't even done up properly — or into her own which she had put back on but hadn't really done up. So I decided without even asking her. My mother really wanted us to drop in on her sister, my Aunt Wilma and Peach's aunt, too, of course and my mother sort of helped plan the trip so we went right by Aunt Wilma's place, which was just off the freeway but I wasn't going to, I sure hadn't actually planned to visit Aunt Wilma because I've always thought she was more of a wingnut than Peach and her mother — and that's saying something — but I couldn't think of anything else to do, I mean I didn't want to spend any more time in that car with Peach so rather than drive by, I left the freeway and pretty soon I drove in her driveway.

Obviously, we interrupted her. When she opened the door, she opened it just a crack with the safety chain still on like she was expecting maybe a criminal or something but when she noticed it was us she was so surprised she removed the chain and pulled the door wide open and she pushed at the screen door so hard it flew out and hit me in the forehead but even at that the shock of seeing her in what looked like one of those negligee things was more stunning to me then the pain and then she was dragging us into the house and pushing us onto the couch in her living room and then she tapped the mute button on the TV remote, the mute button, not the off button, so the two naked women were still on the screen.

I'd see Aunt Wilma maybe once a year, usually at Thanksgiving or Christmas. I've never really talked to her, mainly because when she visited she'd spend all her time with my mum and with Peach's mum, they'd talk forever and they're always talking on the phone, too, for hours so I always kind of knew about everything that was happening in Aunt Wilma's life, all the divorces and all marriages. I think she was married to a truck driver these days but I was afraid to ask and I think she was a beautician or something but she never had any kids. To me, she always seemed to be the oddest of the three sisters, which was really saying something, like I said. For some reason both my mother and Peach's mother worshipped her. I could never figure that out. Maybe it was because Aunt Wilma was the youngest.




Peach — A Story



"So, you two are going to be married?" 

I was concentrating on not trying to watch the two naked girls on the screen so I didn't really get her words, not at first, not until Peach answered, "In two years, probably in June, mum wants July."

Aunt Wilma clapped her hands together like she was really excited, "I'm already planning what I'm going to wear ..."

"Come on, Peach ..." I pushed at her.

But Peach pushed my hand away and continued talking to Aunt Wilma as if I wasn't there, as if I hadn't already told her that I wasn't every going to get married to anyone, "Oh, gracious, Aunt Wilma, we're really excited, it's going to be at the country club, we haven't firmed up the date yet, it's a pretty busy place."

Aunt Wilma turned in her chair and brought a naked leg up and sat on it and spoke directly to Peach like Peach had been speaking to her, like I wasn't even there. "God, you're just so lucky you have each other, it's never better than it is now. I've had four husbands, five if you count this one but that first one was by far the best. We were so young ...," she seemed to tune out for a moment, like she was lost in a thought, then she snapped out of it, "like you two. We used to do it all the time, everywhere, 24/7. Now Dan's on the road so much that most of the time about all I have is that," she waved at the TV, "but it's not the same. Take my advice, Peaches, do it while you can, do it as often as you can and do it everywhere you can, anywhere, because it just doesn't get any better than when you're as young and alive as you are today."

I wasn't really listening to this because I thought I could see the outline of Aunt Wilma's breasts through the thin material and I was sort of trying to see if I could see her nipples, I didn't mean to do this, I knew it was rude but I just couldn't help it, so I was a little slow on her words and it took me awhile to realize that she wasn't talking about her husband and her having sex, which I didn't want to hear about anyway, but about Peach and me having sex. Then I noticed Peach sag back in the couch and she let out all the air in her lungs in a big long sigh like she was depressed or something and I knew something was up because Peach never does this and she never gets depressed, "God, that's too bad," she said, and she sounded like she meant it. 

"Too bad, why? What's too bad?" Aunt Wilma couldn't have been more interested. When she leaned forward towards Peach, who was between me and Aunt Wilma, I could finally see Aunt Wilma's nipples which were dark against the light pink material.

Peach's voice was sorrowfull and Peach's voice is never sorrowful, "Freddie and I are kind of afraid of sex, Aunt Wilma, aren't we Freddie?" She turned to me but she didn't really look at me because she quickly turned back to Aunt Wilma, "Well, we're not really afraid of sex so much as we're just afraid of the unknown ..."

"The unknown?" Aunt Wilma's nipples were bobbing a bit, they really were, "Do you mean to tell me that you two haven't had any sex yet?" Now Aunt Wilma seemed to be getting a little mad, her voice had changed, she seemed to be a little scornful, "What on earth are you two waiting for? You found each other, you love each other, you're as ripe as you're ever going to be, God, you two shouldn't let another moment pass without climbing all over each other. It doesn't last, you know. As you get older it's not the same. Great sex is for the young."

Like I said, I wasn't really listening to them, I was trying to make sense out of what was happening on the TV screen and what was happening behind Aunt Wilma's negligee and I could only try to do this by peeking now and again so I wouldn't get caught, but then I began to realize what Peach was up to: she was trying to get Aunt Wilma on her side and Aunt Wilma seemed to be really happy to be there so I thought I'd better speak up, "Look, Aunt Wilma, Peach ..."

"We're just both kind of nervous about it, Aunt Wilma," Peach cut me off like she did before, "We really don't know what to do," she said this last bit in that innocent voice of hers which wasn't so innocent because she only ever used that voice when she wanted something.

I was going to cut in again but Aunt Wilma was a way faster than me and anyway, I kind of got the impression that Aunt Wilma didn't want to hear from me, I mean her eyes were always only on Peach, she didn't looked at me at all, which was OK, seeing as how I was trying to look at her nipples and at the screen. "What do you mean you don't know what to do? Hasn't that mother of yours shown you?"

Peach shrugged like she was an innocent school girl or something and she never does this so I was thinking that Peach is a really good actress which was something I didn't know. "It's kind of hard to learn ... you know, from your own mother."

"Well you sure as hell can learn from your own aunt." Aunt Wilma rubbed her hands together again, "God, I'm happy you're here ... you two can put some joy back in these old bones." She seemed to bounce in her seat and when she did her naked leg came out from under her and she put her foot on the floor beside the other one and put her arms on her thighs as she leaned towards Peach she said, "I love sex, Peaches, always have, what do you want to know?" It was easy to see Aunt Wilma's nipples now, they were long and stiff and they were poking through her thin negligee and because she was leaning so far forward I could see a lot of her cleavage, too.

I couldn't see Peach's face, but her voice was really excited, "Everything, Aunt Wilma, everything. We don't know anything." 

It was that school girl voice again, as if she was really anxious to learn and I was about to say something, to set the record straight but I was shocked that Aunt Wilma could move so fast, I mean she sprang out of her chair and waved at the screen, "Eject that, Freddie, you won't be interested in lesbians yet anyway but I have lots you'd like to see — they're great learning tools."

I don't know why but I did as I was told, well, no, I'll tell you why I did: Aunt Wilma may be old but she has a fantastic looking body that was kind of getting to me a little, I mean now that I knew what they looked like but when she sprang from the chair I could see a little of her private area, too because she had no panties on at all, at least I think that's what I saw but there wasn't any hair of any kind on it or there didn't seem to be any, her's wasn't anything like Peach's where there seemed to be a whole lot of hair. And another reason I did what she told me to do was because of what I was now ejecting from the screen. I had never seen two girls sucking on each other before so I got a chance to watch for a bit and I would have been supremely happy if Aunt Wilma and Peach both just got up and went outside or someplace and left me alone for awhile. 

And then there was Peach. It wasn't the little grin she gave me as Aunt Wilma went off to fetch her 'tools,' it was the ... I was going to say sight but I really didn't actually see Peach masturbating on the seat beside me in the car or last night, either, but that she had done that, right there in the car right beside me and last night, too, in the bed right next to me, that had really got to me, I won't lie to you, and it still was getting to me, but the biggest deal here, to be honest, is that SHE is starting to get to me, Peach is. We've always been close, like I've said, we've always been best friends and it's true, I've never thought of her in a sexual way before but that stopped last night, I mean I stopped thinking of her as a girl and I started thinking of her and sex and I have to admit I've been thinking of sex with her ever since, especially after what she did in the car. I didn't want those thoughts to happen but they did: at first the thoughts kind of crept into my head that I'd kind of like to see Peach, like without clothes, then the thoughts crept in that I'd kind of like to have sex with Peach but now those thoughts were kind of flooding into me but even that wasn't all that I was feeling right now. Now, I was feeling really, really horny, honest, I was feeling so horny I might have even had sex with Aunt Wilma if she asked me — well, no I wouldn't have but you get what I mean.

That's what I was thinking when I noticed that Aunt Wilma didn't have to go far for her 'tools.' She took a big zippered nylon folder from the bottom drawer of the desk and in a few seconds she was sitting back down, unzipping it and folding it open on her lap. There looked to be like a dozen pages in the folder and each had four DVDs in them or, at least, the page she opened to did. "So?" she said, looking at Peach, "What's up? What's up first?"

It was like Peach kind of expected the question because she immediately said, "Oral."

Aunt Wilma quickly flicked over a few pages and pulled out a disk, handed it to Peach and spoke to me, "Put this in, Freddie, go to chapter 3."

Peach sort of smiled at me when she handed me the disk, I wasn't sure if it was a smile or not because I had never seen her look like that before. Anyway, I did what I was told to do and in a minute Aunt Wilma told me to pause it, then she turned to Peach, "So Freddie has never seen you?"

Peach shook her head, sorrowfully again, I mean Peach really can act.

"OK, he's going to now, but slowly, OK, so stand up and take your pants off, leave your panties on."

When Peach sprang from the couch I don't think I've ever felt more lonely, I didn't know what to do, I mean, I wanted to run, I really did, but then I wanted to look, too, at the TV screen, at Peach's bum in her yellow panties that was just in front of me, and at Aunt Wilma's breasts and her clevage, too, I mean this is going to sound really stupid but I was really confused more than anything, I didn't know what to do: my mind said to run but my body said to stay, or maybe it was the other way around, I don't know, like I said, I was really confused.

"Now stand in front of Freddie, Peaches, so he can see you, I want him to look at your belly and hips so pull up your shirt."

I guess she did, but I was afraid to look, then I was afraid not to look because Aunt Wilma sounded mad, "Look at her Freddie, for God's sake look at her, she's yours for Christ's sake, you should be drooling." Aunt Wilma was scaring me a little so I did what she said. Peach's belly was about two feet away from me, I mean it was so close I think I could feel the heat coming off it. "What do you see, Freddie?" Aunt Wilma sounded like a teacher who wanted you to get the answer right.

"Her belly button?" I was kind of timid with this because I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say.

This wasn't it, Aunt Wilma was almost shouting now, "She's a woman for crissake, a goddam beautiful woman, look at her, really look at her, study her, feel her with your eyes, look at every pore, she will never be more beautiful than she is right now. She's going to get older, Freddie, she's going to have your kids — your goddamn kids for chrissake and that beautiful, sexy flat stomach is going to change, and not for the better." She leaned towards me a little so she even sounded a little louder, "Now is the time to look at it, Freddie and you should be looking at her belly a hundred times a day and your fingers should be on it, they should be reading it, every inch of it and your tongue should be on it, it should be washing it for chrissake and you should be kissing it, every inch of her fabulous belly and when you do, you should be thanking the fucking Gods that it's your belly, that it's there for you, and if you play your fucking cards right, only for you." As she talked she seemed to get madder as if all of this was my fault, but she stopped now for a moment and when she spoke again she was a little more calm but she was still mad, you could tell she was still a little mad, she sort of reminded me of some of my teachers in high school — she was talking like them now, like when they talked to me like I was a little child or something, "Now, Freddie, look at her again and tell me what you see."

I didn't really know what to say, I didn't know what she wanted, I honestly didn't. There was a kind of red welt just above Peach's navel where I guessed her pants had been belted, I was going to comment on that but I wasn't sure that's what Aunt Wilma wanted, and I was going to comment on the way her panties seemed to be biting into her hips, that was really neat but I wasn't sure that's what Aunt Wilma wanted, either, and I didn't think she wanted me to mention the little furry line that went up from Peach's panties almost to her navel, I mean I was really looking hard to find out what she wanted me to see but I couldn't really see what she wanted and I was looking so hard that after awhile I couldn't really see anything but I sure could feel something, I wanted to lean over and kiss her where her panties and her belly met, I mean for some reason I wanted my lips there, partly on the panties and partly on her belly, like on the waist band, I thought that was something really sexy, maybe it was the heat from her more than anything, it seemed to be attracting me like a moth is attracted to a light bulb or something, I mean I wanted to lean over and just push my lips there on her little elastic waist band and kiss it and maybe lick it, too. It seemed to be a really beautiful place.

"Well?" I guess I was taking too much time because Aunt Wilma's voice was mad again and I think I might have flinched when she spoke but Peach kind of read my thoughts, she's almost always does, and she leaned over, put her hands behind my head and moved into me while she pulled my head into her and my lips were on that waist band I had been looking at and I could feel her warmth and she smelled kind of sweet and she tasted a little salty which I found so nice that I brought my hands up but when I put them behind her they landed on her panties that covered her cheeks and that kind of scared me and I let them go like they were hot plates or something but I put them back when Aunt Wilma screamed at me, "Leave them there for fuck's sake. Feel her, squeeze her, Jesus Christ, she's supposed to be yours for fuck's sake."

I didn't like it that Aunt Wilma seemed so mad at me but I liked it that Peach was pulling my whole face into her belly and I liked what my hands were feeling. I think her panties were made out of nylon or something because they were really soft and really warm and I really liked the feeling I was getting out of them and I'm pretty sure Peach was feeling pretty good, too because she was really pulling my face into her.

"Good, end of lesson one, the belly." I wasn't really very happy when Peach let me go but I liked it that she bent down and kissed me on the head. That kiss seemed like a little silver star that a teacher might put on your exam paper or something. 

"Remember, Freddie, you've got to kiss and lick and suck Peaches's belly every day and ALWAYS before you go down on her, which is lesson two. Now come over here and kneel down and pay attention, you, too, Peaches." When I did, when I knelt down where she told me to, just in front of her, Aunt Wilma sat up and pulled her negligee up from under her, then she scrunched down in her chair so her ass was on the very end of it. Then she lifted up her nightlie.

I almost ran, I really did but Aunt Wilma kicked me, "Oh, for God sake Freddie it's just a pussy, you're going to see a lot of them," then she seemed to think about what she had said, "or at least you're going to see one of them a lot of times. Look at it, concentrate, I want to show you where you're tongue's supposed to go."

"Mine?" This was scaring me to death, I mean I've never been more afraid, "You want me to put my tongue there?" 

She kicked me again, harder, "Not on me for Christ sake, on Peaches, I'm just showing you where to go."

I felt some relief but not much because with her fingers — she had on about a hundred rings with gems of different colours and sizes and one of the rings had a tiny chain on it that dangled something, I couldn't tell what because her fingers were always moving, she was peeling back these lips and I won't pretend I wasn't because I was, I was scared as hell and Peach must have known that I was because she was rubbing me on the back really gently to kind of calm me down, to settle my nerves and it was working because in a minute or two the shock of it all was kind of going away and it was sort of like being back in health class with Mrs. Warrand and, really, it wasn't all that bad, it didn't seem sexual at all, I mean I never actually wanted to go where she was telling me I had to and that sort of scared me too because I couldn't actually imagine doing what she was saying I was supposed to do and I made the mistake of saying that.

I thought Aunt Wilma was going to explode again. She had the lips of her pussy peeled back, she had been showing us what she called her clitoris, and she just kind of froze and stared at me and I really think she was about to explode when Peach came to my rescue again. "Let us try it, OK, Aunt Wilma and if Freddie doesn't like it I wouldn't want him to do it, OK? Can we just try it? OK, Freddie?" She had been leaning over me as I was kneeling on the floor and she had been rubbing my back, like I said, but now she was pulling me to my feet even before Aunt Wilma said I could and then she was stepping out of her panties and she was sitting on the edge of the couch, like Aunt Wilma was and she was opening her legs.

I didn't understand any of this, I really didn't. Why would anyone want to put his face in one of those, I didn't get that and particular in Peach's, I mean if Aunt Wilma's was really bald, Peach's was really, really hairy, I mean it was thick and it grew into her crotch, I mean mine doesn't even do that and I'm a boy and I guess Peach could see that I didn't want my face down there because she put her arms out and smiled at me, her encouraging smile, I knew most of her smiles, not all of them, but most of them and she said, "Let's just give it a try, Freddie. If you don't like it we won't do it any more." Even at that I wouldn't have gone but I could feel Aunt Wilma looking at me, I was scared to look at her but I sure could feel her looking at me, so I went over and kneeled between Peach's legs, where she was pointing, and when I did Aunt Wilma kneeled beside me, really close as if she was trying to threaten me, or that's the way I was taking it.

"You're beautiful, Peaches, really beautiful. Do you like a lot of hair like that, Freddie?"

This is really the first time I've ever seen Peach like this, I mean before I just sort of caught a glance, maybe that's why I just shrugged.

It was the wrong thing to do again, I didn't seem to get anything right. Aunt Wilma reached out and pushed her fingers into Peach's hair and gripped some, "Why do you think she's left it like this, Freddie?" Then she was almost yelling again, "FOR YOU for fuck's sake, so you can put your face in it, smell it and you don't even appreciate it?"

"I don't think that's there for me," I said, and I didn't, that didn't make any sense to me.

"No? Where's the hair on her legs? Do you want it there?"

"No," I didn't think hair looked good on any woman's legs, especially under stocking. 

"That's why she shaved it off, for fuck's sake and that's why she's left this here, for you, if you want it. Do you want it, Freddie, or do you want to look ..."

"We'll talk about it, Aunt Wilma, I'll shave it if he wants ..."

"Or at least trim it a bit, you don't want hair growing down your leg when you're walking around in your panties or a swim suite."

"We'll work it out, Aunt Wilma, won't we Freddie?" Peach was smiling at me with the smile I really like.

I didn't know what to say so I nodded again, but this time when I did I had Aunt Wilma's hand on my head. You may be wondering what I was thinking as my face was slowly pushed towards Peach's crotch but I don't really know, really I don't, I was concentrating, trying to remember what Aunt Wilma wanted me to do but I have to admit, I was hornier than hell too, pardon my swearing but I definitely was and I got hornier the closer I got because I could feel her heat again, like from her belly but now she had this really odd smell, too, it wasn't sweet like a perfume or anything, it smelled more like some kind of acid or something but a good acid, I kind of liked it and the closer I got it suprised me, but the closer I got the more I wanted to push my face into her, to see what it was like, the feeling of the hair against my face and the smell and for some reason I wanted to taste the smell, as if that could actually happen, tasting a smell I mean, and I wanted to see how she'd react when I did this, I mean Peach not Aunt Wilma, Peach looked like she was waiting to explode, but a good explode, not like Aunt Wilma's, but even at this I could still feel Aunt Wilma beside me and I was a little ascared of her so that's why I was concentrating so hard on doing exactly what she had said I should do, so I started kissing and licking the inside of Peach's leg from about mid-thigh up to her crotch, on both legs, really slowly, using a lot of tongue, as Aunt Wilma said I had to, so by the time I finished her thighs they were pretty wet.




Peach — A Story



"Good, Freddie," Aunt Wilma patted me on the back, "now just like I showed you."

I wanted to, really I did, I was really horny but it just seemed so stupid putting my face and tongue in there like Aunt Wilma said I had to, it just didn't seem right but I wasn't going to say anything but it just came out, "Do people really do this?"

Aunt Wilma's pats on my back felt more like a punch now, "REAL men do this, Freddie, real men want to make their woman happy," the words seemed almost to grind out of her like she was trying to control her anger and I was going to do it, I had made up my mind to do it but I didn't really believe her, I mean I couldn't imagine my father doing this and I said something like that but that just made Aunt Wilma madder, "Of course your father's been there." 

My face was just a few inches away from Peach's hairy opening when Aunt Wilma said this and I guess because I was so close that I thought she was saying that my dad had been there, like in Peach and that just shocked me and I guess I sat up really fast and that's when I felt Aunt Wilma's punch in my neck, "Not in Peaches's pussy for chrissake, in you mother's," and then she put her hand on my neck and forced me down like I used to force my puppy's nose near his doodoo when he pooped in the house but she let me go before I actually got there, I think she wanted me to make the last part of the journey on my own and I did and really it wasn't like I expected at all. As I said, I already liked the heat and the smell of the thing but I also found I really liked her hair against my face, too that was really neat and she was really wet, like really wet and the taste was hard to describe, I mean I kind of liked it but I'd never put it over my potatos or anything, I mean a little bit of that stuff went a long way but I liked it alright and I liked Peach's hands in my hair and I liked it that she was pushing herself at my face, encouraging me. And then it was over, Aunt Wilma was pulling me away, "Ok, Ok, you can do more of that later, now I want you two to change places. Take off your pants, Freddie, and your underwear."

I've got to admit I was a little stunned by all this but Peach sure wasn't. She bent forward and kissed me in the hair again and when she stood up she helped me up and she helped me with my buckle but she didn't need to because for some reason I didn't mind taking off my clothes, in fact I actually wanted to and that really suprised me.

"Sit down, Freddie," I did and when I did Peach pushed my legs apart and got between them. "Have you ever had oral sex before, Peaches?"

"Once," Peach said, looking over at Aunt Wilma who was kind of scurrying on her knees over beside Peach, "this morning, in the car, when Freddie was driving." I think this really surprised Aunt Wilma because she took a quick look at me as if to see if it was true and I guess Peach saw this because she explained, "I wanted to have sex with Freddie last night, in the motel but we didn't so I decided to suck him when we got the car on the highway, when he couldn't stop me."

Aunt Wilma's reaction to this really suprised me, she brought her hand up and stroked the back of Peach's hair a few times and when she did she looked really soft and loving at Peach and she said, "You're a saint honey, you're a real saint," and it looked like she believed it, too then she sort of snapped out of it and asked Peach to show her how she did it.

This was a mistake. The moment Peach's lips touched me it was as if she pulled a trigger or something because I guess everything had really built up in me because I couldn't help it but the moment Peach's lips touched me I began to shoot, I couldn't help it, I didn't want it to happen, it just did but I was really happy about one thing, that Peach kept her mouth on me because if she didn't I would have got the stuff all over Aunt Wilma's wall, or TV or rug or someplace and I really liked it that Peach sucked really hard on me and brought one hand up to squeeze my balls as if she was helping the stuff come out and I really liked that I didn't have to watch the highway when all this was happening, that I wasn't afraid of running off the road or in to something, that I could just close my eyes and enjoy it.

When I opened my eyes Peach was sitting up, she had a big smile on her face and Aunt Wilma was stroking her hair again and looking at her all loving like, "Like I said, honey, you're a real saint."

I would have been really happy if class was out now. It wasn't that I wasn't interested any more, I was but I was really tired, too, we hadn't driven very far today but I hadn't got any sleep last night so it would have been great if I could have just rolled over and gone to sleep. But class wasn't out, not yet because Aunt Wilma got down on the floor and lay on her back and she smoothed out her negligee, "Come here, Freddie."

I froze, I know I said I wanted to have sex with Aunt Wilma before but I didn't really mean it, honest I didn't and besides, I just had sex, sort of and I could see that I didn't even have a full erection yet.

"Oh for God sakes, Freddie, get over her. We're not going to have sex I'm just going to show you some of the positions. God, you really can be an imbicile."

I didn't know what an imbicile was but I could tell that Aunt Wilma was getting really tired of me and I didn't really blame her, I mean, I have to admit that I wasn't very good at any of this but then, it was my first time and all. I got up and stood over Aunt Wilma who opened her legs and told me to kneel between them. That was the first of the positions she wanted to show us and she showed us a few others, too and she was surprisingly patient with me, I have to admit it and she explained that I was to practise all of these positions later when Peach and I went upstairs so it was good, I really found her a good teacher, she was really helpful and really patient this time, like I said. The only time she got even a little mad at me was when she was kneeling down and she told me to come at her from behind and when I did my penis kind of got her a bit in the rectum hole, I didn't mean that, of course, it just sort of happened and she admitted it could.

And then it was over. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek, "Now I want you two to go upstairs and practice, OK? Remember, practise, practise, practice makes perfect and I want you two to be perfect. I'll call you down when supper is ready and remember, spend as much time as you can on Peaches's belly."

I put my pants on (I stuffed my underwear in my pocket) and went out and got our bags from the car and when I walked into our room Peach was kneeling on the bed with a really wide smile on her face. She looked kind of beautiful. 

I wasn't ascared of her anymore, I guess because Aunt Wilma kind of talked me out of that and another thing, she seemed like she was pretty good at this kind of stuff and I knew she was never critical of me, really she always helped me whenever she could so I wasn't really ascared of having sex with her, either, I thought between the two of us and what Aunt Wilma had taught us we could figure it out. And another thing, I was really feeling that I wanted to have sex with Peach, I wanted to try a lot of what Aunt Wilma had shown us. It was kind of exciting. But there was one other thing, too, I was sort of seeing Peach in a different way now. Like I said before, I never really looked at her before because she was my cousin and all, but I was looking at her now in a whole different way and I really liked what I was seeing and feeling.

I knew I had to say something, she had that look on her face so I said, "I like it when you have your underwear on, Peach. You look really sexy." And it was true. When she was standing in front of me, when Aunt Wilma told me to look at her belly, I did, of course, but one of the things I really liked was the little waist band of her panties and how it dug into her a little and I liked the softness of them and how smooth they were. When she was standing there in front of me I was going to put my face into her soft yellow panties but I thought Aunt Wilma would freak so I didn't. But I wanted to now.

"Freddie?"

I had put the bags down and was wondering what I was supposed to do, "Ya?"

"Did you like doing that?" I guess she could tell I didn't know what she meant, "down there. Did you like doing that because if you didn't you don't have to."

She looked really beautiful sitting there on that bed in her underwear. I took off my jeans but I did it too fast because I caught my erect penis and I kind of bent it and it hurt but I pretended it didn't and I sat on the bed beside her. When I had gone outside to get the bags I had decided that I wanted to become a really good lover for Peach and when I did I was pretty sure I could be, I mean before I got hooked on all those video games I'd been pretty good at sports, but now I wasn't so sure because I really didn't know what to do. And that's what I told her.

"Just do whatever you want to do, Freddie, honest, I'll love it." When she said this, she lay on the bed and crawled over and took my penis in her mouth, she seemed to really like to do this but I knew how quick I'd be so I kind of pushed her off because I didn't want to have one right now, actually, I wanted her to have one.

When I turned her over on her back I sure didn't want to do it but I took her panties off, boy I like the feel of those things, and then I tried to do what Aunt Wilma showed me but it was too hard to do it properly with both of us kind of lying on that bed so I pulled her down to the end so her legs fell over the end and I got down on the floor on my knees and I licked, I spent about 15 minutes on the inside of both thighs, I got them both really wet and she watched me, she got two pillows and put them under her head and she put her hands in my hair and she watched me with this really loving smile on her face like she really, really wanted me to do this and she was sort of purring like a cat does and then I put my tongue in her, just at the opening which was covered in hair but the moment I did she stopped me and sat up and she took my arm and pulled me and I got onto the bed and she pushed me down, put a pillow under my head and then she knelt beside me, "Freddie?"

I don't know why she pulled me up there, I was a little annoyed because I really wanted to try what Aunt Wilma told me to do, "Ya?"

"I want to do it this way, OK? This is the way I've always thought I'd do it, you know, for the first time."

I didn't get her, "What way?"

"I'm going to kneel over you and slowly just easy myself down until you can lick me, OK? If you don't like it, we'll stop but if you do like it then I'll just keep going lower, OK? I'm doing this so you can get more of me if you want it, OK Freddie?"

I thought this was stupid, Aunt Wilma didn't say anything about this but I could tell that Peach was really excited so I said, "Sure, it's OK."

I really think she had thought a lot about this because she knew exactly what she wanted to do and she did it real slow like she wanted to remember it after it was done. When she leaned down and kissed me I could see that she still had her bra on and that surprised me but I guess she wanted it on because she didn't take it off, she sat up and shuffled forward on her knees and she rested her arms on the head board then she slowly lifted her leg over me real slow so I was staring right up at her hairy pussy which wasn't so hairy any more, not from this view, not like when you look at it from the front when she's sitting down. From here I could easily see her long crack and the hood that Aunt Wilma had pulled open to look like butterfly wings or something, except on Peach these lips were sticking out and were all crumpled together and they looked really neat and a little wet and another thing I noticed, I could see why I kind of stabbed Aunt Wilma in the rectum hole with my penis because the rectum hole is really close to the crack, like really close, not even an inch away so I guess that's why Aunt Wilma didn't get really mad, because it's so close it could easily happen. 

And as she slowly brought her leg over me and easied herself down onto my face I was seeing a lot of other things, too. I could see her bum cheeks which were really cute, particularly the little creases that separate her bum from her legs, I thought I might like to lick those little creases and I knew I liked to lick the white soft inside of her thighs which were really hot against my cheeks, even though they weren't even touching me but something kind of shocked me about all this because I thought I might really like to lick her rectum hole, too and who would do that, I mean that's disgusting but I had an urge to do it but I couldn't because she eased herself slowly onto my face.

Even before her hair touched my face I could smell Peach, like I did before when I was downstairs and Aunt Wilma was kind of guiding my face to her. I liked it then and I really liked it now because it was a lot stronger now and when her hair started to tickle my face I could tell it was wet and that kind of made it tickle even more but then something happened and I didn't see much any more, I mean right after she kind of sat on my face and my lips and tongue got inside her I sort of lost it because it was the most best place I've every been in my life, I mean I had her taste and her smell and she was hot and wet and I could hear her moaning real loud, I'll bet Aunt Wilma could hear her and she started to really grind herself into me and then it shocked me, I mean it really shocked me because it was the last thing I thought she'd do but she did, she pissed on me, I could feel the hot stuff in my mouth and nose and against my face and it was even running down my face into my neck and the bed, and she really had to go because the stuff kept coming, buckets of it and Peach was really yelling now and really pushing at my face and that's about all I remember because I had my hands on her thighs and I was pulling her against me as hard as I could so I could go deeper into her so I could feel more of her piss against my face and right then and there I knew I loved Peach, I mean I kind of thought I did downstairs when she was so good to me when Aunt Wilma was mad at me and all, but for Peach to just sort of piss on me like that, well that was really sweet and my penis seemed to pump out the stuff for about five minutes, well for a long time anyway, I mean I don't know if you're supposed to feel like this but I liked everything Peach was doing and I really liked the way she did it and I really liked the way she was kissing me now, she was sucking and biting my lips and then she was licking my face like my dog does sometimes after I eat ice cream and she was telling me how much she loved me and how happy we were going to be and how she wanted to do wonderful things to me so I had a hard-on again, I could feel it and I was going to put my face back between her legs again but she got off the bed and left.

I know I shouldn't have done it but when she left and I was still horny I thought I might just, you know, sort of stroke myself a little and when I did I remembered her panties and I bent down and got them off the floor and when I lay back on the pillow I brought them up to my nose and while I wrapped my fingers around my penis I sort of sniffed at them, I don't know why I like her underwear so much, I really don't, it seems kind of perverted when you think about it but I loved her smell and I loved the feel of them.

"I do that, too." She came in with a towel and sat on the bed and wiped my face with the wet end and then dried it. "It's kind of a funny smell, isn't it, not like anything else. Sometimes I do that when I masturbate. It's kind of stupid smelling yourself but ... I don't know, I don't do it a lot, I think I get a bit embarrassed but I do it sometimes."

"I don't think you should be embarrassed, Peach."

"You don't?" She kissed me on the lips, just a little one.

"Did you mean to pee on me?"

Her eyes narrowed like they do when she's confused, but only for a moment, "That wasn't pee, Freddie, it was cum, sometimes I have a lot of it, not always but sometimes. If I knew that was going to happen I wouldn't have stayed on you but by the time it started to come I couldn't stop it, it was the wrong time for me to stop, I don't think I could have anyway." She lay down beside me now and put her head on my chest and when she did she took the panties out of my hand and kind of held them close to my nose. "I love it that you like my panties, Freddie." I was thinking that I loved it that she loved that I loved her panties when she said, "And I love you, Freddie, I mean, I'm just so in love with you."

After a few minutes I had to pee so I carefully got out from under her and went to the bathroom. It took me a long time to pee because I still had a hard-on so I had to bend it and even then I couldn't get it to aim at the toilet so I had to wait a bit to let it relax a little before I could. When I got back I got on the bed real quiet because Peach was asleep and I was going to go to sleep, too because I was so tired, I really was but when I lay down on the bed I sort of propped myself up with my arm and I sort of looked at her, I mean Peach was really suprising me, she was like a whole different person now, at least that's the way I was seeing her and I really liked to look at her, she was really beautiful to me now, she wasn't ever before but she is now.


And I really like her skin, too, she has really white skin like she could use some sun but it suited her, I don't know why and it made the yellow bra that matched her panties kind of stand out a bit and it looked really sexy the way it was holding her breasts, the cups I guess you call them were really full and she had a really good cleavage. I wanted to touch them and the clevage, too but I was afraid I'd wake her so I just looked at them for awhile and I could see her nipples, not very well but they were there, I could sort of see them, then I looked at her belly, like Aunt Wilma said I should and she didn't have any panties on now so I had to look at just her belly and not the waist band of her panties and I think Aunt Wilma was right, it really is pretty, real sexy and I wanted to touch it, too and maybe put my lips on it like she said I should but I didn't want to wake her so instead I looked at her hairy pussy which I really liked and it surprised me that her pussy was so hairy and all and it always seemed so wet but, really, you know, I pretty much liked everything about Peach and I guess I always have but I was feeling different about her now, that's for sure, I mean when I looked at her now I always had a hard-on and even when I thought about her, too and that never happened before but it wasn't just that, either, I was kind of feeling like I owned her a little, I mean I knew I didn't but when I was looking at her it sort of reminded me of when I get a new video game, I want to see everything that video game can do as fast as I can so I can try to master it, that's the way I was looking at Peach, I wanted to see all her parts and think about them so I could try to master them but not in a bad way, I don't mean that, I mean master them in a way that she would want me to master them, the way Aunt Wilma would want me to master them like when I put my tongue in her, I wanted to do that the best way possible for her.

I guess I must have got some sleep because Peach was waking me and telling me supper was ready and I got dressed, washed my face and hands and went down to the dining room where Aunt Wilma had some hamburgers and corn.

Aunt Wilma looked at lot different now, she was in a nice blue blouse you couldn't see through and some blue slacks and her hair seemed different, too. When I sat down she stood up and she had a wine bottle in her hand and when she leaned over I couldn't see any of her clevage any more and she poured some wine into Peach's glass and into mine, then into hers. "A toast to you both. I'm really happy you've come to see me and I'm really, really happy, Peaches that you have chosen to come to me once you decided to join the sisterhood." Aunt Wilma call Peach Peaches all the time and so did Peach's mom and my mom, I don't know why. Everyone else called her Peach, except her brother who called her Peachnut. 




Peach & Yellow Roses



She glanced at the clock in the kitchen as she placed a bottle of Peter Michael Chardonnay in the refrigerator. It had to chilled just right. She wanted everything perfect. She checked the yellow and peach colored rose petals that were soaking in a covered bowl of peach scented oil. They were smelling delicious, she slid the bowl back in.

As she passed the coffee table in the den, she picked up a vase of yellow and peach long stem roses and took them to the bathroom placing them on a rattan table sitting next to a rattan king wicker chair.

She loved this room. It was so peaceful. A lot of silk greenery. Trees, plants giving it a tropical feel. A pleasant escape. The sunken garden tub was so nice.

She had chosen this room for their evening together. She would take him into a place he would never forget.

She had showered earlier and was in a short terry cloth robe. She had laid out something comfortable to wear. Before putting it on she took the towel from her wet hair. The scent of peaches filled her nostrils as she blow dried her hair that had just been shampooed and conditioned with a wonderful peach scent. After blow drying her long blonde hair she leaned her head over, brushing her hair all forward. Taking it in her hands she wrapped it in a loose knot on top of her head. Securing it with a peach colored clip. She then took her pinky nail and strategically pulled small strands of her long hair down. She called these her thingies. Two on her neck, one at each temple that touched her shoulders when hanging down. She wet her finger and took a thingy, one at a time and wrapped the dampened hair around her finger and held it just long enough for her thingies to take on a swirl.

Her reflection showed a sexy messy look as she called it. 

She put her small diamond studs in her ears as well as some gold hoops. She had on her diamond heart necklace that she wore all the time. She loved bracelets and her left arm was adorned with the last engraved bangle bracelet her Mother had bought for her, an X and O diamond tennis bracelet and the gold twisted rope bracelet that was a gift from her little friend. And of course her "S" belly bo charm. 

She lightly placed some blush and eyeshadow on. Some mauve glossy lipstick was all that was needed.

She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror and a smile came on her face. She could see that look in her eye...

She went into the bedroom and over to the bed where she had laid out a peach satin sleep shirt. It had a nice stand up collar, long sleeves and was made like a mans long tail shirt. She loved that look. She dropped her robe and leaned to pick up the sleep shirt. She unbuttoned the cuffs and slid her arms through the sleeves. The feel of the satin on her smooth, soft tanned skin was just what she needed to set her mood. Her breast filled the front so nicely. The feel of the satin on her breast caused her nipples to become hard very quick. She slowly rolled the sleeves up just below the elbow.

She glanced at the clock on the night stand. It was time, he should be close now.

She went into the bathroom area again. She started drawing a warm bath in the oversized sunken garden tub. 

She went to the kitchen and got the bowl of rose petals from the refrigerator, the bottle of Chardonnay, and two fluted crystal wine glasses.

She took these things to the bathroom. Opened the Chardonnay and placed it in the ice bucket sitting on the corner of the garden tub. She placed the glasses beside the bucket. She opened the container with the peach and yellow rose petals and began tossing them into the tub. The scented petals were so aromatic. She then lit four peach scented candles and 3 rose scented candles that were placed all around the room and one sitting on another corner of the tub.

She took two big fluffy peach colored towels from the cabinet and placed them over the arm of the rattan king wicker chair. She took a look over the room and was pleased.

She went back to the kitchen putting the bowl in the dishwasher. She removed a crystal platter of fruit from the refrigerator. There was slices of cantaloupe, tiny wedges of watermelon, grapes, orange slices, apple slices, pineapple chunks, strawberries, kiwi and mango slices. All arranged around a bowl of whipping cream. She also removed a single long stem yellow rose.

Glancing at the clock she had to hurry.

She took the platter to the bathroom and placed it by the Chardonnay. Took a double take in the mirror. Dimmed the lights and watched the glowing candles flicker in the mirrors. Making the shadows of the plants dance. Put a continuous play CD in the player of soft romantic music and turned it on.

She made it to the foyer as she heard him placing the key in the door knob. She quickly leaned against the door frame the long stem yellow rose at her side.

He stepped inside and their eyes met. His look said it all. He liked what was waiting on him. 

Her heart smiled as a smile came across his face. No words were spoken.

She stepped to him bringing the rose to her nose as he was laying his keys on the foyer table with his eyes still on her. She inhaled the scent of the rose and handed the rose to him as she bit her bottom lip. They were both totally in a zone locked in on each other.

As he took the rose from her, his fingers touched hers. He said in a soft but masculine voice, " Shay....."

She placed her finger over his lips to quieten him and took his hand. She slowly walked him to their little piece of the world for tonight. He could see the candles flickering in the bathroom and the scent of peaches and roses were everywhere. He loved her girlie touches. And she loved doing them.

As they passed the bed she stopped and had him sit. She removed his boots and socks. He watched her in awe as she worked him. Watching every move she made. Watching every time the satin would shift on her body.

He was still holding the long stem yellow rose as she had him get up and slowly took him into the bathroom. Magic is the word that came to his mind as he seen this little piece of Heaven she was taking him to. 

She walked him over to the double shower. She looked up at him and whispered as she began unbuttoning his shirt, " Welcome to Shay's World."

As he began to reply she shook her head sweetly and said "shhhhhh." She had his shirt untucked and unbuttoned and began pushing it off his shoulders. Feeling his strong shoulders as she pushed it off his body. It fell to the floor. He never took his eyes off his lady. He was overwhelmed and absolutely under her control.

She then reached for the buckle on his belt. She unbuckled it and opened the belt. Sliding her finger behind the snap on his pants, she unsnapped his pants. She hooked her thumbs inside his underwear and pants at the same time and began pushing them down. As she was pushing them down she stepped up to him. He leaned down, tilted his head and kissed her soft lips as he felt his pants being pushed down the rest of the way with her foot. 

He was hard. She felt it touch her tummy. 

They held that kiss for a minute or so.

She stepped back and opened the shower door. Making sure the nozzle was away from her she turned the water on and made sure it was warm. He watched her. Then he glanced over at the tub with floating rose petals in it.

She turned back to him and reached for his hand. Without a word he handed her the rose and entered the shower. She tossed the rose in the garden tub and stepped in the shower with him.

The shower had two shower heads. One at each end and a bench in the middle. She positioned the nozzle to hit the bench and had him sit there. She was still in her satin shirt. He thought it looked even better as it got wet.

She soaped his head with peach shampoo. And rinsed. She took a loofa sponge and washed his face. Then she soaped it up with peach soap. She started at his neck, then his shoulders. Washing him so carefully. He would catch her blue eyes looking at him at times. His heart was racing. He wanted to take her right there in the shower. He could have. But he loved being pampered by her and he knew she loved doing it. She washed his entire body and did not linger long in certain areas because she knew it would be over too quick. That was not in her plan for them. Slow easy loving was the plan.

After she bathed him, she moved in front of him where he was sitting on the bench. She moved up to him...water hitting her back. She straddled him. He placed his hands around her ass to hold her onto him. She placed her lips on his. They both parted their lips allowing one another to explore and taste their lovers sweet mouth.

Shay begin to tug at the wet satin shirt, pulling it up. Then she began unbuttoning it. He then held her ass with one hand in his lap and used the other to help her unbutton her top. They both peeled the wet shirt from her. Never breaking their kiss. 

She arched her neck as he began to kiss her neck. Too many kisses to count. She lifted herself up just enough to push his cock behind her. It laid along the crack of her ass. As he began to move with his excitement she could feel his cock stroking against her. 

She pulled away from him smiling at her. " Come with me baby," she whispered as she cut the water off and opened the shower door.

She knew his eyes were on her ass. He done that ever chance he got.

She took a towel and wiped his face off as his cock touched her tummy again. She giggled and twisted back and forth and told him," I am wiping his face off too with my tummy.." He couldn't help but laugh at her. She made him do that a lot.

She walked over to the drawer and took out a hairbrush. She then came to back to him, took his cock in her hand and led him to the sunken tub that was covered in rose petals of peach and yellow. She stepped into the warm water and he followed. She went to the far end and sat down on the edge. She leaned forward and parted the rose petals with her hand and motioned for him to sit between her legs. He did. His back against the tub and his shoulders locked in between her thighs.

She leaned to the ice bucket and took the Chardonnay. Handed him a glass and poured him some to taste. He took a sip. She told him if he preferred something else she would go to the kitchen. He said with a smile, "You really think I am going to let you leave this room?" He sipped his wine.

She poured hers and sipped hers as well. Holding her wine glass, she began brushing his hair. He leaned back being so relaxed by her touches. He knew she loved him and he felt the same way.

She began feeding him fruit. Dipping it in the whipped cream. She placed an apple slice to his lips that had been dipped in the whipped cream. As he sucked the whipped cream from the apple slice he also sucked the cream off her finger. She loved the feeling of that. She fed him fruit for a while loving the touch of his shoulders against her thighs.

She tapped his shoulder with the base of her empty wine glass and smiled at him as he looked up. He took the glass and as he leaned to the Chardonnay, he gently kissed her inner thigh. 

She inhaled deeply. If he only knew what he had stirred inside her.

As he was pouring her more wine she raised her leg over his head and stood.

He turned to her and was looking up at her full tanned breast. 

Shay looked at the wine glass over flowing in the water turning some petals a purple shade and smiled. He realized this and they both laughed as he blurts out, "Dayum!" 

She took her glass and walked to the opposite end of the tub. " Hey," she said with a smile and her back to him looking down at the petals in the water," you are supposed to be looking at the petals separating in the water...I know you are looking at my butt."

She could here the smile on his face as he replied, all giddy, " Now sweetheart, would I be doing that?"

She sat at the far end. Crossing her legs and loving him with her eyes. He loved her eyes. They were always so inquisitive, always sparkling and definitely able to draw him in.

She sat her wine glass done and reached to a big basket sitting beside the tub. It was filled with bath salts, bubble baths, oils and loofa sponges of all sizes and shades of color. She asked him if he liked to play in the tub as she is arranging the sponges.

His reply was quick," of course I do."

She began to slide into the water parting the petals and holding two rubber ducks.

A smile as big as TEXAS came on his face. He knew her. She was up to something and he had come to love her imagination. He was usually the beneficiary of it.

She held one up. " Hey ..." she whispered, "this is my duck, you play with mine." She pushed some petals away and placed the duck in the water and gave it little push in his direction. She held up the other one and told him, "this one is your duck, I will take care of him. Is it a deal?"

"Your duck is in good hands Shay, just as mine is. You have a deal." He stated with all sincerity.

She reached to her left and retrieved two back cushions. She pushed one to him on top the water as she placed hers behind her back. Resting her head on the pillow. As she slid down to rest her back and neck on the bath pillow it brought her body closer to his under the water. He slid down too.

He loved watching her breast in the water. They bobbed and the petals were attaching to her. "Lucky petals" he thought to himself as his cock swelled.

She had noticed him watching her breast. She took her right foot and placed it gently between his legs. He moaned softy at her touch. She stroked his balls with her foot.

She looked at the duck floating close to her. Picking it up she said, " Come here little duck." She squeezed it and allowed water to be sucked up inside it. He had a feeling she was about to mess him up. She had a way of doing that. She held the duck up to her breast and squeezed so the water was streaming from it. Causing the petals attached to her breast to wash away. She was looking at him with her " fuck me eyes" as the petals washed away exposing her hard nipples. He had to fight for composure.

She could tell by the look on his face that he was into her. She was going to take him to their special place.

Looking into his eyes she whispered while rubbing him with her foot, " I guess he has to come up for air some, huh?"

He knew she had been watching the water in front of him as well. He blushed. As he slipped his foot between her legs.

That's all it took. She got on her hands and knees and began to crawl to him. He watched as her breast touched the water. Her thingys were wet at the tips now. The scent of peaches and roses were being intensified by the movement of the water.

He spread his legs welcoming his lady.

She slid up him feeling his excitement as she pressed her body to his. His finger tips softly trailed along her back.

The only thing between them was peach and yellow rose petals and their need for each other.

The excitement he felt pierced his body as he felt her firm breast against him. Feeling the hard nipples touching his skin. He had wrapped her in his arms just as he wanted.

She felt his cock between them. Her tummy jumped with excitement. She could feel it pulsating against her. She knew she would feel that same pulse inside her soon. Going to a place inside her that he touched so well. So tenderly. Unconditionally. And with respect.

She reached to her cleavage and took a peach rose petal and smiled as she placed it on his forehead.

She tilted her head to the right a little and placed her lips on his. Softly kissing him. Brushing his lips with hers.

He responded. Their lips began a slow seductive assault on each other. Their tongues poked and teased each other. She gently tugged on his tongue as her body unconsciously began to grind into him.

He cupped her ass with his hands squeezing her. Pulling her closer to him.

She took his mouth and deeply kissed him. She inhaled slowly taking his breath away and slowly filling his lungs with her.

From that moment...they were one. He was hers and she was his. There were no boundaries. Only pleasure for themselves. There attraction and love was so deep he knew, when pleasing her he was pleasing himself. She felt the same way.

She slid her hand to him. Taking his cock in her tiny hand. She will forever hear the sigh in her mind that escaped him. She lead him to her opening and rubbed her clit. A feeling of lightheadedness came over her.

So appropriate, the soft music being played was an instrumental by Chicago. The song was "Color My World." She softly started reciting the words as she stroked his face, her eyes never leaving his...." as time goes on... I realize... just what you mean... to me, and now... now that your here... promise the words... I been waiting share. And dream... of this moment together...color my world ... with hopes of loving you." 

He knew she was there. He leaned forward and with his mouth on hers he mouthed, "Come on Shay ... let me love you and take you there." She began to make a trail of kisses along his neck trying her best to hold back the tears she felt welling up in her eyes and her heart. She loved him so. He felt her soft whimper and placed his hands on both sides of her face. Pulling her away so he could see her. As her eyes lowered, he kissed her tears streaming down her face. He pulled her ear to his mouth and whispered, " I love you."

They both stood and stepped out of the tub. He took a towel from the rattan chair and began touching her tiny body. Drying her and leaving every rose petal on her. He smiled to himself thinking of her sitting and de-petaling roses just for their evening. That was the way his Shay was.

She took the towel and started drying him. Loving his body. She wrapped the towel around him securing it in front.

He stepped to the rattan chair taking the other towel and wrapping her up in the same manner. Their respect for each other was so evident.

He then stepped to the edge of the tub collecting their glasses and the ice bucket with the Chardonnay.

As they walked into the bedroom, she started to pull back the comforter, laying it across the end of the bed. As she pulled the sheet back he couldn't help but smile. She had also scattered the same yellow and peach colored rose petals in the bed.

She shot him that smile he loves so much as she began to crawl into the middle of the heavy oak four poster king size bed, wrapped in a peach towel. She leaned to him standing beside the bed and pulled his towel away and patted the pillows with her hand.

He poured two glasses of wine and handed her one. Then he slipped into her bed.

She quickly drank her wine and placed the empty glass on the bed. She had other plans.

She turned on her side placing her leg over him. She scooted up to where she was at his neck, knowing his neck and ears were his weakness. Her towel had fallen from her body.

He knew this too. It was a very evident in the moan that escaped his control when her lips touched him just below the ear lobe. She smiled to herself. She placed butterfly kisses all along his neck. Trailing with the tip of her tongue connecting them. Leaving a trail of wetness on his skin. He sensed the wetness as her warm breath hit it. She took his ear lob between her lips and gently mouthed it. He pulled away still holding her as he sat his wine glass down on the night stand. He then rolled to her on his side. Wrapping her up in his arms as she totally messed him up working on his ear.

She began to trace the outer ear with the tip of her tongue. He could feel her wet tongue on him and hear the sweetest sounds coming from her. These sounds were causing him to want her right then. He knew she was ready. Her body language told it all. She was needing him. 

There was so much he wanted to do. Again, pleasing her was pleasing himself.




Peach & Yellow Roses



At that moment, still at his ear she whispered, " Baby...take us there. No frills, just good easy lovin. Please."

His heart jumped. He quickly rolled over and held himself above her.

She took his cock and placed it at her opening. No expression on her face she looked at him.

He knew she was tight and several pushes would be required.

As she slid her hands over his ass she wrapped her legs around him. 

Together they connected themselves.

Slow thrusts at first, them watching one another's facial expressions. He began to go deeper. She began to push against him more. His movements were shifted to side to side.

Their breathing became faster. 

He had just the right angel, he was stimulating her clit. She was close and he knew it. 

He loved seeing her face. 

Her eyes glassy and fixed. 

She began to tremble. 

She gasped.

She focused on her lover above her.

The surge inside her was so intense she had a look of pain for a second. He had seen it before, but this night it was so different. They had become closer. He could actually feel her body contracting around him.

She was in her zone and was brought back by the force in which he was slamming into her and the sound of him saying, " Shay, Shay, Shay, Shay," with every thrust.

She tightened her muscles and he went. 

She heard his growl and moan of pure ecstasy.

He kept pushing into her.

She watched his face go to that of a young boy.

His voice changed. 

He was now in his zone. And she knew it.

She felt him filling her with his warm fluid. 

She wiped the sweat brow, and pulled him to her.

Nothing had to be said. 

It came to mind the old saying..."actions speaks louder that words..."

Without any thought they rolled on their sides, him still inside her.

He kissed her forehead, she kissed his chin.

"Thank you Shay," came from his lips after a short time of stroking her hair. " that was wonderful."

She replied, removing a rose petal from his shoulder, " No...Thank us. We did this."

They fell asleep in each others arms with peach and yellow rose petals trailing from the garden tub to the bedroom to their bed.