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Peanut Butter

By: Coltrane



She giggled, lying there naked, as she watched me retrieve the jar of smooth peanut butter I had hidden under my side of the bed. 

"You really meant it, didn't you?" she laughed. 

I only smiled and nodded as I twisted the cap off on the jar. She giggled some more and wiggled onto her back. Her breasts seemed to watch me with unlidded nippled eyes, waiting to see what I might do, just as her smiling eyes did peeking at me through the strands of hair around her face. 

She grew quiet as my finger dipped into the jar and came away with a large scoop of peanut butter. All of her eyes watched my finger, watched it come closer and closer until the peanut butter finally touched her. My finger slowly painted each of her nipples with peanut butter in slow, soft, circling swirls. 

Her eyes, the ones on her face, closed. She smiled and moaned as my artisan finger drew a peanut butter line between her breasts downward to her navel. 

"No jelly?" she asked, still smiling. 

"No jelly," I told her, "Maybe some chocolate syrup next time. Then you'd be a Reese's Peanut Butter Fuck, I mean, Cup." 

We both laughed but I stopped first and began to lick the peanut butter art from her body. My tongue found her nipples beneath the smooth, oily taste. I sucked each nipple taking away the peanut butter but leaving an oily, slick feel there on her skin. The slickness let my tongue flick and play and tease. (I've always loved the way her nipples stiffened in my mouth, standing and pointing proudly.) 

I worked in earnest on each nipple, making sure to give each equal time and attention. She moaned as I worked, giving me signals that she liked it. (She was always good about encouraging me.) 

My finger dipped into the peanut butter jar again without needing me to leave her breasts. The peanut butter laden finger found its own way between her legs and began to spread its smooth scoop over her pussy and clit. 

"Goddamn," she whispered as her hips pressed upwards slightly. 

I sucked harder on the nipple in my mouth as the finger between her legs moved lower and found the pucker of her ass. The oily peanut butter worked well there, around the tight ring. My finger slid inside her easily, smoothly, completely. 

When my finger was all the way inside her ass, I moved down her body to find her clit. Licking the peanut butter from her clit and pussy was something I had told her I'd do someday, but she had only laughed. She wasn't laughing now; she was pressing herself up to me, moving against me, experiencing it all with me. 

"Did you say chocolate syrup?" she asked with a husky voice. 

I didn't answer. I just pulled harder on her clit in my mouth. 

copyright, 2000

Peanut Butter & Jelly



Laura got home from work at around 5:45 PM. She walked in her door, set her bag down, took off her coat and said hello to her cat. She slipped off her shoes and walked to the kitchen. After looking into a couple sparse cabinets she said to herself, "Hmmm. PB&J it is then."

She pulled down from her cabinets a loaf of soft thick slices of white bread, an extra-large jar of smooth creamy peanut butter and an extra-large jar of grape jelly. She pulled out two pieces of bread, holding one in her hand held out flat, she began spreading on the peanut butter, slowly, almost sensually. 

"It's so hot in here!" she said to herself.

The AC had been busted for days now. She set down the bread, now covered in a thick layer of peanut butter, and decided that since she was home alone, she would combat the heat by sliding her black skirt down to her ankles and stepping out of it, leaving her wearing only black thigh-high stockings and a black lace thong on her bottom half. She unbuttoned her short-sleeve shirt to reveal a black bra supporting her large beautiful breasts. She then went back to preparing her snack.

Laura placed a large pile of grape jelly on the other piece of bread. Dispensing with the knife, she spread the jelly with her middle and index fingers for fun. Interestingly, Laura loved how the jelly felt on the pads of her fingers and in between them. She began spreading the jelly on with her whole hand, and when she was done she licked her hand clean. She loved how the jelly tasted on her skin, she felt delicious.

She hadn't put her sandwich together yet and she looked down at the sticky bed of creamy peanut butter on her left, and at the soft glistening grape jelly spread on her right. She looked down at her two breasts and got an idea. Laura took off her unbuttoned shirt and unhooked her bra from the front, freeing her sizable pert breasts with large dark nipples just beginning to harden from the new naughty thoughts she was having. She was going to have some fun... She was going to make a mess... of herself! 

Laura ran her hands over her breasts and then placed the peanut butter and jelly pieces about as far apart on the counter as her nipples were. She took a deep breath, and then slowly leaned forward on to the counter, letting her breasts rest on top of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The substances felt fantastic against her tits; they were making her nipples so hard that she could feel them pressing against the counter through the soft bread and gooey substances. She stood up straight again, holding her new messy breast coverings with her hands. She rubbed them around a bit on her tits, she felt so delicious.

She took her hands away and found that the peanut butter half stuck to her breast while the jelly half slid off and fell to the floor. She then proceeded to spread peanut butter on another slice of bread to stick to her breast that the jelly slipped off of. She pressed the new peanut butter slice on her breast, letting it ooze out on all sides. She pinched both of her nipples through the bread and ripped off the bits of sandwich there. She ate the small bites that exposed her beautifully hard nipples, and then she began spreading peanut butter on another piece of bread with her knife, and grape jelly on another piece of bread with her fingers.

She slowly and sexually sucked the jelly off of her fingers, and then placed the new peanut butter piece in her hand. She reached down and back with her other hand and pulled the lace of her thong out of her ass crack. She stuck the peanut butter slice on to the middle of her ass, right over her crack. She let the thong snap back into place, smooshing peanut butter and bread into her crack and all over her tight anus. Then she picked up the jelly slice and pulled forward the lace material of her thong; she could feel the material tighten in on the mess she had already made in her crack.

She bent down just a bit and placed the jelly slice in her panties against her slick shaved pussy and her bulging clit. She took another deep breath and let her thong back in to place, which pressed the sandwich up against her and forced the jelly between her pussy lips and up inside of her. She gasped with pleasure as she felt the slimy jelly all over her crotch and inside of her. She slowly gyrated her hips in the air as she stood there, working the sandwich into every crevasse of her pussy and ass. 

She was gushing pussy juices from the feeling of the substances all over her. She squeezed her right breast through the bread and peanut butter with her left hand, while she gripped her crotch from the outside of her panties with her left hand, further smearing, squishing, and rubbing in the mess inside. She felt her knees weaken and just before she was about to cum she stopped and sat down on a kitchen chair next to the counter.

She was so horny... but she was so hungry. She began preparing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat this time. As she held the pieces of bread in her one hand and spread her toppings on with the other, she was continually rubbing her legs together, smearing and grinding the jelly and bread soaked with pussy juices into her sweet cunt . She had prepared a thick sloppy peanut butter and jelly sandwich for herself and had made a steamy grape jelly filled mess of her black lace thong in the process.

She held her sandwich in her left hand, peanut butter and jelly oozing out of every side onto her hand and arm. She spread her legs and slid her right hand under the black lace of her thong to begin caressing her pussy lips covered in slippery grape jelly. She began to pump her juicy pussy with her middle and ring fingers while she fondled her clit with her thumb, everything slippery and lubed up, a mess of jelly and cum juice.

She was about to orgasm, she could feel the heat building inside of her. She took a huge bite of her sandwich, more than she could chew. She was cuming hard and what came out of her mouth as loud moans were her screams of pleasure and delight muffled by the gobs of sticky peanut butter and gooey jelly in her mouth. She continued to feverishly thrust her fingers into her pussy and rub on her sweet clit, and she was about to peak again. She shoved another big bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich into her mouth. She loved the feeling of stuffing her mouth and her pussy at the same time, screaming with pleasure through the gooey mess in her mouth while she fondled the messy jelly and twat sandwich in her thong.

She was in heaven. She kept fingering herself and eating her sandwich every time she came. She finished her sandwich after six mouthfuls and six incredible orgasms, and she set to work on an even bigger, gooier, peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

She scooped the peanut butter out of the jar with her hands and spread it thickly on the bread, the same with the jelly. She put her sandwich together and upon taking a good look at it, decided it wasn't big enough. She applied another thick layer of jelly on top of the sandwich, and smothered another piece of bread with peanut butter. She placed the peanut butter piece on top, creating the tallest, messiest triple-decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever.

"This will work," she thought.

She stood up from her chair, and peeled off her black thong, which was now completely saturated and dripping with jelly and pussy juice. She picked her sandwich up off of the counter with both hands and sat down on the floor.

She laid down on her back, spread her legs, and arched her pelvis up, pointing her plump pussy lips toward the sky. She placed her mammoth sandwich on top of her, already sloppy, heaving pussy. She let it sit there for a minute, she felt the weight of the sandwich on her pussy lips and on her clit, and she felt the bottom piece of bread sopping up the pools of cum juice in between the folds of her pussy.

Then, with both of her hands, she smashed the sandwich into her pussy. Peanut butter and jelly went flying everywhere and all over her as she felt the substances getting pushed deep into her body. She shivered in orgasm there on the floor as she ground the sandwich into her pussy and pumped her pelvis up and down. She screamed as she came and pussy juice, peanut butter, and jelly shot out of her pussy, only to be rubbed back into her sweet messy folds as she continued to rub and stroke her delicious cunt until she was exhausted.



Peanut Butter & Jelly Ch. 02



Jenny & Laura walked in the door of Laura's apartment on a cool Sunday afternoon after their aerobics class. Laura had met Jenny a while back, and though they had done some casual flirting here and there, their relationship had been platonic thus far. Jenny swung both ways; Laura had a boyfriend, but Jenny suspected there was more to her sexual appetite than just her man. She would find out that she was right.

"Do you want something to eat?" asked Laura.

"Sure," Jenny said. "What have you got?" Sitting at the kitchen table Jenny watched curiously as Laura leaned over into the fridge. Her firm round ass stretched her tight workout shorts as she bent down. Closing the fridge door and turning to Jenny to reveal her chilled, erect nipples through her sports bra, 

Laura gave a cute frown and said, "I might not have anything but some PB&J... What do you say?"

"Sounds yummy," Jenny said, speaking more on the topic of Laura's nipples than the sandwiches. Jenny was always transfixed by Laura's breasts when they showered at the gym together. They were perfect D-cups, but they were nice and pert, not to hangy-downy. But the best part was her nipples, big, dark round nipples about the size of a small sand-dollars.

Laura pulled down from her cabinets a loaf of soft thick slices of white bread, an extra-large jar of smooth creamy peanut butter and an extra-large jar of grape jelly. She pulled out two pieces of bread, holding one in her hand as she began spreading on the peanut butter, slowly, almost sensually. Then the jelly. She was about to put the pieces of bread together, but stopped with a twinkle in her eye, looking up to Jenny.

"Do you know what I discovered the last time I made peanut butter and jelly?" Laura asked.

"What's that?" Jenny inquired.

"You wouldn't believe how they... feel. It's hard to describe..." Laura said vaguely.

"Feel? You mean taste?" Jenny inquired.

"No, no... Just watch..." Laura replied. Never letting her gaze leave Jenny's eyes, Laura reached down and put the piece of bread with peanut butter in her hand. She stretched forward the material of her sports bra and placed the bread on her left breast, peanut butter side down. Her eyes slightly rolled back in her head as she let her sports bra back into place, putting pressure on the peanut butter and bread against her breast. Jenny's mouth hung wide open as she stared at Laura with both curiosity and lust.

Then Laura placed the jelly half in her sports bra against her other tit. She smiled at Jenny as she clutched her boobs from the outside of her sports bra, feeling the yummy gooey mess inside.

"What do you think?" asked Laura.

"You look..." Jenny pondered and then smiled devilishly, "delicious! Is that one mine?" Laura laid on her back on top of the kitchen table as Jenny stood over her and peeled back her sports bra, revealing the squished and gooey mess that lay on top of her ample breasts. Jenny paused only a moment to lick her lips, and then dove in to Laura's delicious tits. She started with the peanut butter breast, biting right through the center of the bread to Laura's nipple. Laura let out a slight pleasurable yelp as Jenny pinched her nipple with her teeth and kneaded her other jelly covered breast with her right hand.

Jenny hungrily licked up and devoured all of the peanut butter and bread on Laura's left tit and she moved to the right, anxious to taste the jelly and sweat on her skin. Laura arched her back, moving her sticky grape jelly breast up to Jenny's mouth. Laura moaned in delight and Jenny moaned with satisfaction as she ate her lunch off of Laura's glorious tits. Soon Jenny finished, leaving a thin sticky film of saliva, sweat and peanut butter and jelly residue on Laura's heaving breasts.

"Mmmmm, that was the best PB&J I've ever had," smirked Jenny. "Oh but you must still be hungry!"

"I definitely am," said Laura as she stood up from the table and ran her finger along the waistline of Jenny's work-out shorts. Pulling her shorts down to her ankles Laura revealed Jenny's beautiful shaved pussy. It was already glistening with wetness from eating PB&J off of Laura's perfect tits. Jenny stepped out of her shorts, leaving her wearing only her sneakers and sports bra, and sat down on the table, legs spread wide open and hanging down over the corner.

Laura pulled up a chair between Jenny's legs and began preparing another sandwich, inches away from her heaving pussy. Laura spread extra-thick layers of peanut butter and jelly on the bread, then cut each piece diagonally, leaving her with four triangles. She reached up to pull down Jenny's sports bra, and placed a peanut butter half and a jelly half on her tits. Jenny felt the substances in her bra against her tits; this was her first experience with messy sex. She loved it! She felt so edible and delicious and slippery and sticky and yummy and... It was indescribable.

She looked down at Laura. "Eat me, baby," she pleaded. Laura placed the remaining peanut butter and jelly triangles on Jenny's plump outer pussy lips, leaving her sweet opening slightly exposed. Pausing a moment to look at her delicious creation, Laura then buried her face into her peanut butter, jelly, and twat sandwich. Jenny was gushing sweet pussy juices into Laura's mouth as she lapped up the delicious mess - nibbling at Jenny's clit, while eating the peanut butter and jelly sandwich from around it, soaked with her sweet cum juice.

Jenny moaned, "Oh god, ooohh god, yes!" while she orgasamed all over Laura's face repeatedly as she glided her fingers into Jenny's slippery hole and licked and sucked on her messy clit. 

Just then the door opened suddenly and both girls froze. Laura raised her head up from between Jenny's legs to see her boyfriend standing in the door.

"You know it's rude to eat in front of people and not offer them anything," quipped Mark as he shut the door behind him.

Laura said, "Sure, but all we have is..."

"Peanut butter and jelly," Jenny finished her sentence and they both began giggling. Jenny pulled the straps of her sports bra over her shoulders revealing squished messy peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over her tits.

"Help yourself," she said. Mark removed his shirt and began massaging and licking and eating off of Jenny's breasts as Laura began undoing his pants. By the time Laura had removed Mark's pants he was rock hard and Jenny's breasts were even more a mess with Mark licking and rubbing in the peanut butter and jelly.

Laura gently tugged on Mark's hard cock, playfully pulling him over to the table. The table was the perfect height for Mark's cock to lay on as it struck out perpendicular to his body. Laura and Jenny both went to work on another sandwich. Laura spread on an extra thick pile of peanut butter while Jenny put her index and middle fingers in her still dripping pussy. Pulling them out and holding them up for Laura and Mark to see them glistening, she used her fingers to spread the pile of grape jelly across the bread. 

When they were finished Laura lifted up Mark's cock a bit and slid the piece of peanut butter covered bread under it. She let his cock down into the bed of peanut butter, and then pushed it down a little, letting the substance ooze up around the hard cock. Jenny placed her half with jelly and pussy juice on top. Laura ran back to the cabinet for one more addition. She returned with a bottle of honey which she drizzled on top of her snack. Laura and Jenny stood back to look at their creation. Their eyes glazed over as they simultaneously licked their lips, both ready to devour this peanut butter, jelly, and cock sandwich with honey on top.

The girls each held half of the sandwich together as Mark backed away from the table. They began nibbling at the sides of the sandwich at first, ignoring Mark's cock altogether, torturing him. They were genuinely hungry as well after so many cumming so much. Finally Laura began fondling Mark's balls as she and Jenny finished the edges of the sandwich, leaving only two strips stuck to the top of and underneath Mark's cock.

Laura licked and kissed the underside of his cock while Jenny did the same on the top until only two chunks of sandwich remained sticking to Mark's bulging cock head. Both girls' lips wrapped around his head to meet each other in a sweet, soft embrace of saliva, pre-cum, peanut butter, jelly, and honey. The girls simultaneously french kissed and devoured the last bite of the peanut butter, jelly, and cock sandwich, all while giving Mark the best head of his life. Mark blew his hot wad of sweet cum all over the girls' lips, their well deserved desert. They continued to kiss and suck until they had licked up every drop of cum.

All exhausted, the three headed for the shower. "Laura, why don't we ask Jenny to stay over for dinner as well?" Mark suggested. The girls both laughed in agreement as they went to lather each other up in the shower.



Peanut Butter & Jelly Ch. 03



I walked in the door of my apartment. I locked the door, walked down the hallway, and turned into the kitchen to find her. Her dark brown shoulder length hair was in a pony tail behind a small black maids hat. Her perfect, perky c-cup tits were held in a sexy, skimpy black cotton bikini style top that tied around her neck and had white frills on the edges. Down below she wore a black thong under a black lace garter belt connected to sheer black thigh high stockings. On her feet she wore black heels, just an inch or so high.

Next to her on the counter was an open loaf of white bread, and open jars of peanut butter & jelly. There was a stack of 5 or 6 peanut butter & jelly sandwiches on the counter. The sandwiches were nice and thick, their contents oozing out of them and slowly dripping down the sides. There was another sandwich off to the side with one large crescent shaped bite taken out of its corner. In turn she had a small dab of peanut butter & jelly at the corner of her mouth, which was covered with bright red lipstick.


There was one sandwich on the counter in the middle of preparation. One piece of bread was coated in a thick layer of peanut butter, and another piece of bread lay beside it. In her hand she held a knife with thick globs of peanut butter still stuck to it.

"I've been waiting for you," she said.

"I can see that," I replied.

I began to undress, taking off my belt and unbuttoning my shirt. She watched me lustfully while stripped as she set down the knife and took another big bite of her sandwich that she had started, moaning in a yummy fashion as she chewed. I walked over to her, now completely naked with a raging hard-on, and she handed me the peanut butter & jelly on the top of her stack. She pulled forward the right side of her top, exposing more of her beautiful breast. She looked directly into my eyes and I knew exactly what she wanted me to do.

I placed the sandwich in her top, the soft bread centered against her hard nipple. She let her top back into place, putting a little pressure on the sandwich against her tit. The peanut butter & jelly began to ooze out on to her within her top. We did the same with her other breast before she grabbed my hands and slammed them onto her chest. I began to massage her tits hard as I destroyed the sandwiches, grinding them into her tits under her top. Peanut butter & jelly gushed out the sides, trailing down her stomach. She moaned as she felt the sticky and slippery textures against her nipples and breasts.

She pushed me back and slowly turned around. She pulled the string of her thong out from between her two luscious ass cheeks. She looked at me over her shoulder with desire. I took another sandwich from the stack and placed it right over her ass. She let out a little yelp as she let her thong snap back into place, pressing the sandwich tight against her anus. She faced towards me again, this time holding out the front of her thong. I obliged as I knelt down and placed another sandwich in her panties, squarely against her thick, dangling pussy lips.

I could smell her sweet cunt juice and feel the heat radiating from between her legs. As she slowly let her thong back into place she didn't make a sound, but a huge smile began to form on her face as she started to gyrate her hips in a circular fashion. She could feel the peanut butter & jelly working its way into every crevice of her nether region. She held her tits through her top and continued to smear the mess on her breasts. I was watching her while stroking my cock, which was getting coated with the peanut butter & jelly on my hands from her tits.

She looked down at my hand moving up and down on my messy cock and said, "Hmm, that looks good enough to eat."

She grabbed me by the cock and let me over to the counter, which was just low enough for my throbbing member to lay on as it struck out perpendicular to my body. She lifted my cock up by placing her thumb and index fingers on its head. Underneath she slid the peanut butter covered bread, and she lowered my cock down onto it. She pushed it down a little and the peanut butter squished up around the sides of my cock.

She then proceeded to squeeze some of the strawberry jelly onto the other slice of bread. She spread the pile of jelly over the bread with the pads of her fingers and then licked them clean. She then placed the jelly half on top of my cock. As she held her sandwich together I turned away from the counter. She knelt down in front of me and her eyes widened and sparkled as she stared at the head of my cocking poking through her peanut butter & jelly sandwich.

She licked her lips and continued to stare for another moment before she dug in. She started off teasing me by eating a bite or two from around the edges of the sandwich, but before long she was going wild on my cock. She was sucking me up and down as she devoured the peanut butter & jelly off of me.

By my quickened breathing she knew I was close to cumming. She reached up and grabbed another sandwich off of the counter as she continued to aggressively stroke my cock. She directed me towards the sandwich that she held in her palm and I exploded all over it. My thick, white, hot cum coated most of the top of the bread, and there was a large pool of it in one corner dripping off into her hand.

She let go of my cock to hold her peanut butter & jelly & cum sandwich with both hands as she shoved as much as she could into her mouth. She reached into her panties and began to bang her cunt with her fingers as she chewed on her sticky mouthful. As she made herself cum her screams were muffled by the peanut butter, jelly & semen that she was enjoying so much. After we both caught our breath she looked up at me from the floor as I leaned against the counter. 

"Oh, but you must be hungry," she said with a wink.

She stood up and unclipped her stockings from her garter belt so that she could slide off her thong, which was now completely soaked through with peanut butter, jelly & her cum. The absence of her panties revealed a cleanly shaven pussy with thick, meaty pussy lips that dangled just a little. Her entire pussy and ass areas were coated with peanut butter & jelly. She hooked her garter belt back to her stockings and then untied her top behind her neck, taking it off to reveal an equal mess all over her tits.


I began to lick and eat away at the bits of sandwich stuck to her nipples, giving those hard, pink bullets a bite or two also as I chewed. She stepped back and hopped up on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs as wide as she could, she was practically doing a split. She spread her big pussy lips on either side of her gaping hole, and her entire cunt covered in peanut butter brown and strawberry jelly red looked like an exotic flower. She took one of the last remaining sandwiches from her once towering stack.

"This one is for you...you just can't use your hands to eat it," she said with a smile as she placed the sandwich on top of the folds of her pussy.

I dug in voraciously, slamming my face into her pussy and ripping through the soft sandwich with my mouth. She screamed as she held the back of my head, forcing me even deeper into her cunt. My face was covered with peanut butter & jelly, as well as her sweet pussy juices that were just flowing from her tight hole. I sucked and nibbled on her pussy lips and her bulging clit. Her screams were now muffled and I knew without looking up that she had taken another big bite of her sandwich.

She loved having my tongue fill her pussy while those gooey sandwich substances filled her mouth. I could sense her on the edge so I abandoned the "no hands rule" and began finger fucking her with one hand while the other feverishly rubbed her clit as I continued to suck and pull on her pussy lips with my mouth. She quickly exploded her sweet, sticky she-cum, mixed with peanut butter & jelly, all over my face. As I stood up she pulled me close to her so she could lick herself off of my mouth and cheeks and chin - she had quite an appetite.

With the hardness in my cock restored we both knew what it was time for. She hopped down off the counter and then bent over onto it. She wiggled her ass in front of my cock just before i drove it into her dripping pussy. I grabbed a hold of her pony tail as I fucked her from behind and I pushed her face down into the last remaining sandwich on the counter that she had prepared. I pulled her head back up and she craned her neck towards me to show me the peanut butter & jelly that was dribbling off of her chin and coating her mouth and her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

She yelled and moaned as she squished into her mouth the remainder of the sandwich she had been eating intermittently during our affair. She came several times as I continued to fuck her while she chewed on her gooey mouthful. "I want you to cum on my face," she said. "Give me my desert." After just a few more thrusts I was ready. I pulled out of her glorious cunt and she knelt before me. I stroked my cock as my hot pearly cum shot out onto her peanut butter & jelly covered face.

She was smiling with her mouth open wide as my juices ran down her face and into her mouth. She used her hands to corral all of the peanut butter & jelly and cum in between her sweet lips. 



Peanut Butter & Jelly Ch. 04



*this is the 4th PB&J installment. i wasn't going to post it until i saw that chapter 3 got an H rating :). love feedback! any other PB&J wammers out there?*

Bryan was about to graduate high school. A few weeks before graduation his parents sent him to spend a weekend with his older sister, Brenda, who was a sophomore at the state university, in order for him to see what college life would be like. Since it was the end of her second year, Brenda had already done the dorm thing and now had an apartment off campus.

Bryan and Brenda were always very close. They got along quite well and Bryan had missed her since she moved away for college, so he was very much looking forward to the visit. When he arrived Brenda was standing outside of her apartment door waiting for him. The greeted with a long, warm hug and soft kisses on the cheek, and Brenda ushered them in to her apartment. After catching up with each other the talk quickly turned to Brenda's university life.

"Man, I can't wait for college," Bryan said eagerly.

"You should enjoy high school while you still can," Brenda replied. "You'll miss things about it when it's over"

"Oh ya? Like what?" Bryan shot back.

"Well...like the peanut butter & jelly sandwiches Mom used to make me for lunch. I swear, nobody makes them like her. She gets, like, an inch of peanut butter in there! And the bread was always sooo soft."

"They do taste pretty great."

"Well, I wouldn't really know as much about that," Brenda said slyly.

"What do you mean? You just said..."

"Can I tell you a secret, Bryan? We're both adults now, right?"

"Sure, anything," Bryan replied, though unsure what secrets could lie behind their mother's peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

"Well...I didn't end up eating moms PB&Js too often."

"Huh? What did you do with them?" he asked, confused.

"During lunch, when everyone else went to the cafeteria, I would go to the bathroom. God, I can't believe I'm telling you this! I used to sit in the bathroom stall, I would take my sandwich, and I would grind it into my pussy," Brenda revealed.

"What?!??! Why would you do that?" Bryan felt a little embaraced that his sister was talking to him about her genitalia, but he had just told her that she could tell him anything, and he didn't want to seem immature.

"Oh Bryan, you can't imagine how good it felt to smoosh that soft bread and those gooey substances into my pussy. I would rub the peanut butter & jelly into every fold of my cunt and then I would finger myself until I came. God I would cum so hard! I usually had to tear off a big bite of the sandwich before I ground it into my pussy so I would have something to put in my mouth to keep me quiet when I came!"

Brenda watched as her brother's face turned beet red and a bulge began to grow at the crotch of his pants. He had never heard a girl talk about masturbation so explicitly, let alone his sister. Brenda's breath began to shorten as she realized what was happening. She had always adored her little brother, even to the point of having an innocent little crush on him. His boyish charm had always turned her on, and despite the fact that she knew it was wrong, she decided right then and there that her crush was going to turn not-so-innocent today. Brenda's eyes were transfixed on the hard-on beneath Bryan's trousers, and Bryan followed her gaze down to it, unaware of what was happening to him.

"Oh no!" he said, putting his hands over his crotch, trying to hide his arousal. 

"It's OK, Bryan," Brenda reassured as she took her brother's hands off of his tent and held them gently. "After all, it was pretty hot. That's why I did it in the first place, you know? So you've never got to play with Mom's PB&Js?"

"Um, I mean, n-no, of course not," Bryan stammered nervously.

"Oh bro, you've been missing out...Ya know," Brenda said, raising an eyebrow, "I think I just might have what you need right here in my cabinets. And not to toot my own horn or anything, but I can make them just about as good as Mom now...Aren't you curious?"

He was curious, and the thought of his sister in a bathroom stall with her skirt and panties around her ankles shoving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into her pussy had him very excited. If this technique did make her cum extra hard then it might be just what the doctor ordered because his stiff cock definitely needed release. "Oh, what the hell," he proclaimed.

"Ha, that a boy!" Brenda said, rushing over to her kitchen cabinets to pull down her sandwich trappings. As she pulled out four slices of thick, soft, white bread she looked over at Bryan pacing nervously about the kitchen, walking awkwardly to accomedate his swollen member. "Why don't you make yourself useful and take off your clothes?"

Bryan stared back at her blankly, the moral dillema of stripping for his sister momentarily outweighing the horniness that had previously kept it subsided.

"Oh, c'mon, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

This was true. In fact since Bryan had never had a serious girlfriend before, his sister was the only girl to have ever see him naked as they shared a bathroom when she was still living at home. The fact was that Brenda was the standard to which he held all other girls to. She was smart, funny, absolutely beautiful, and no one had ever measured up. Bryan closed his eyes tightly and slung his pants and boxers off of his waist; they slid down his legs and collected at his feet, leaving his hard cock swaying up and down from just being freed.

"Mmmm, look at you," Brenda meowed staring at her brother's impressive cock as she spread an extra thick layer peanut butter on a piece of bread. She had seen Bryan naked before, but never hard. He was quite endowed, his thick 10 inch cock jutting out from his semi-muscular 18-year-old frame.

By the time Bryan stepped out of his pants and got his shirt off, his sister had finished coating two pieces of bread with smooth creamy peanut butter - much more than you would ever put on a sandwich you were planning on actually eating.

"Think you can handle the jelly, Bryan?" Brenda asked as she stepped away from the kitchen counter to begin disrobing herself.

Bryan stood as close to the counter as his hard cock would allow and he started squeezing large piles of strawberry jelly on to the other two pieces of bread. It was hard for him to concentrate with his sister taking off all her clothes in his peripheral vision. As Bryan spread out the jelly, Brenda wiggled out of her tight university tee shirt and unclasped her thin white bra, revealing her tiny pink areola that surrounded protruding nipples which were now hard enough to cut glass due to the sight of her naked brother preparing the sandwiches. As she unbuttoned and unzipped her tight jeans she could already smell the aroma from her pussy wafting up to her nose. She shimmied the jeans down her hips. Brenda decided to forgo panties this day, so the absence of her jeans left only bare skin.

Having finished his jelly task, Bryan turned his head and took in the sight of his sister standing in front of him stark naked. She was quite stunning. Her blonde, braided pigtails rested on her skin as it sloped from her collar bones to her round, perky B-cup breasts. As she stood with her legs slightly apart you could see that her inner pussy lips dangled slightly in between her creamy thighs. She walked up behind Bryan, who was still facing the counter, and pressed her body up against his. He could feel her breath on his neck, her hard nipples poking into his back, the warmth radiating from between her legs on his ass. She reached her arms around him, peering over his shoulder, and she assembled the two sandwiches by placing jelly halves on top of the peanut butter slices. Brenda placed a kiss on the side of Bryan's neck before she stepped back and pulled him away from the counter.

"Are you ready for this?" Brenda asked as she knelt down to face her brother's thick, hard cock that was twitching with excitement.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he responded.

Brenda reached up to the counter and grabbed the two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She held one flatly on her hand and gently pressed it up to the underside of Bryan's cock. The other sandwich was placed on upper side of Bryan's cock and she held it in place from the top. Bryan could feel the soft bread molding to either side of his hot, stiff shaft. Brenda sat there enjoying the site of her brother's penis sandwiched between two of the gooey sandwiches that she had enjoyed so much. She loved how her pussy looked when she was done making a mess of it, so she couldn't wait to see her brother's impressive cock smothered in peanut butter and jelly.

Without warning Brenda gripped Bryan's dick tightly through the two sandwiches, causing them to explode all over him. She began to violently jerk him forth and back. Bryan gasped loudly at the feeling feeling of the peanut butter and jelly hand job that he was receiving. He had never felt anything like this before. The peanut butter was so gooey and sticky while the jelly was so slick and slippery. Combined with the plush, pillowy bread this created the ultimate, delicious lube.

Chunks of sandwich were flying off and sticking to Brenda's tits as she continued to stroke her brother's peanut butter and jelly cock. She took just his head in her mouth and devoured the food that had collected there while she kept pumping away at the rest of her brother's generous staff. She took one of her hands, caked in peanut butter and jelly, off of Bryan's cock and delivered it to her dripping pussy. She feverishly massaged the folds of her pussy, and the feeling of the PB&J on her fleshy cunt brought her right back to that high school bathroom stall.

"Oh my god, sis, you're gonna make me cum!" Bryan shouted.

"That's right, Bryan. Give me your hot cum. Give your sister that hot, sticky cum right now!" Brenda demanded.

With a few more hard strokes Bryan's cock was gushing semen. Brenda directed his prick towards her tits and he shot all over them. The warm cum drizzled over the chunks of peanut butter and jelly that had been flung on to Brenda's tits and she continued to milk her brother until she was wearing every last drop. She was still rubbing her cunt, and now that she was done with Bryan's cock she rubbed the peanut buter and jelly and cum into her breasts. She smeared the substances over her chest and pinched her nipples and continued to punish her pussy until she was spasming with orgasm right there on her knees in front of her little brother.



Peanut Butter & Jelly Ch. 05



It was our last night in the tropics, and once again it was hot and humid. The air was sticky. The heat didn't matter in our beautiful oceanfront suite though. The apartment-sized hotel room was perfectly air conditioned. I sat on the couch in my gray boxer-briefs, my already half-hard cock straining against the material in anticipation of what was about to happen. It was our honeymoon, and she was going to do whatever I asked of her.

While I reclined on that couch I stared at the closed bedroom door, waiting for it to swing open. When it finally did, I was not disappointed. There she stood in the doorway wearing black thigh-high stockings, and a black lace teddy I had bought for her some time ago - this was the first time she had worn it. The material of the teddy wrapped around her neck and barely covered her full tits as it stretched down to her waistline, leaving most of her chest and belly exposed.

I slowly got up from the couch, took my new wife be the hand, and led her over to the kitchen. On the kitchen counter I had already laid out everything she would need. An unwrapped loaf of soft, sliced white bread lay there, beside a couple bananas, and jars of creamy peanut butter, grape jelly, and sticky, golden honey. She stood in front of the counter and picked up the knife that I had also provided for her. She looked up at me as if to question her next move.

"Go ahead and make yourself a sandwich," I said.

She obliged and began to spread a layer of peanut butter on a slice of bread while i peeled off my underwear, finally freeing my now throbbing cock. I stood close behind her, watching her work over her shoulder. I instructed her to make the peanut butter on her sandwich much thicker, and while she worked I let my cock slide up and down on the crack of her ass. The chocolate brown skin of her ass cheeks was soft and smooth and cool - my hot, rigid cock slid up and down on the softness of her cheeks, while the bit of black lace splitting her ass down the middle provided a rougher sensation on the underside of my prick.

She finished preparing her peanut butter and jelly slices despite the distraction of my cock exploring her backside. She held the peanut butter side in her hand and reached down for my member. I stopped her.

"No, this first sandwich is for you," I informed her.

I took the peanut butter coated bread from her and i pulled back the tight black lace that was stretched over her ample chest. I placed the piece of bread inside her teddy and pressed it against her right breast, coating her big dark nipple and firm tit with peanut butter. She gasped as I let the teddy go, and it held the soft bread and sticky peanut butter tight against her. I took the jelly half and did the same on her left breast and she giggled as the cold jelly embraced her skin. I stood back to observe the sandwich all over her chest. Through the lace of her black teddy you could see the squares of white bread covering both her tits, the rock hard tips of her nipples just beginning to poke through them, while the peanut butter and jelly oozed out from all sides on to her cleavage.

She began to make another sandwich and I stood behind her once again. My cock returning between her ass cheeks, while my hands reached around to massage her tits through her teddy, working the peanut butter and jelly in to her chest. Once she finished coating the two fresh pieces of bread, I removed my stiff cock from in between her ass cheeks and let it rest on the kitchen counter. She placed the peanut butter side under my shaft, and the jelly half on top, pinching the sides together so the sandwich was wrapped tightly around my cock. I grew an extra inch as I felt the substances against the sensitive skin of my shaft, my bulging head poking through the other end of the sandwich. She finished me off by drizzling honey over the top of the sandwich and on the exposed head of my cock.

She got down on her knees in front of me, holding her cock sandwich delicately on either side with her fingertips. This was not the first time she had cover my prick with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but previous experiments had instantly devolved into a messy PB&J handjob (nothing wrong with that, of course!). But this time, I told her to take her time and enjoy her snack. I wanted her to eat that sandwich off of my cock. I wanted her to devour me. And that's exactly what she did. I could see the desire, the hunger in her eyes as she stared up at me, taking a huge bite from her sandwich, her teeth playfully nipping at my cock as she ate. She had me oozing pre-cum. The milky substance mixed with the golden honey collecting at my slit, and with a long stroke of her tongue she cleaned my glistening head.

I felt like I was about to explode, so to distract myself, I began making a sandwich of my own while she worked on hers. When the peanut butter and jelly were piled high, covering every inch on my two slices of bread, I put my sandwich together. I pulled my cock out of her mouth - she had nearly licked it clean by this time. I took her by the hand to stand her up, and then I kneeled in front of her. I had her spread her legs wide. I pulled the crotch of her teddy downwards, and I placed my soft, thick sandwich right inside the material of her lingerie where it rested just an inch below her steaming pussy. I released the lace of her teddy and she squirmed as the sandwich pressed up against her pussy lips, the soft bread molding to every fold of her cunt. The bread was soaking up her sweet pussy nectar as it leaked from her lips.

I stood up and held her close, wrapping my arms around her waist. She wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. She reclined while I undid the snaps at the crotch of her teddy, exposing the cunt sandwich awaiting me. I leaned in. My intent was to tease her as I began to nibble at the edges of the bread, but she was having none of it. She clasped her hands around the back of my head and shoved my face into the sandwich that was stuck to her pussy, smearing peanut butter and jelly all over me. I answered her impatience by working away at her cunt ferociously - nipping at her pussy lips, sucking hard on her clit, and tongue fucking her tight hole. My mouth was full with gobs of sandwich, made even stickier and sweeter with the juices that were steadily flowing out of her. Between this and the continued pressure of her hands at the back of my head, I could hardly breathe by the time she began to cum. She was holding my head tight and grinding her hips in to my face - rather than eating this delicious peanut butter and jelly pussy, I felt like it was eating ME! As her hips slowed their bucking and she released her grip on me, we both started to catch our breath. My entire face was glistening with sticky jelly residue mixed with her cum.

I stood up straight and reached for the bananas. I pulled the longest one off of the bunch and slowly began to peel it, never breaking eye contact with her as I did so. Once it was fully peeled I moved it toward her face and she started to lick it and suck on it. I only let her have a quick taste. I pulled it out of her mouth and let the tip of it trail on her cheek, down her neck, down the center of her chest between the sandwich still stuck to her tits, and around her belly button. Finally I started to tease her clit, rubbing the entire length of the soft banana over it. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and put the tip inside her. Slowly, I inched the banana in and out of her, increasing the depth and the pace, until I was really fucking her with it. I put it about halfway in her cunt and held it there. I looked up at her while I sucked the exposed half as if it were her cock. I pulled the banana from her twat and we each took a bite of the soft, mushy end that had been soaking inside of her. 

At this point I could think of nothing other than finally sinking my shaft into this amazingly messy, glistening pussy. Her legs were spread wide on the kitchen counter. Her twat gaping and heaving - it was still covered with peanut butter and jelly, bits of bread that were soaked in her own wetness, and now some small mushy pieces of banana as well. I had already loosened her up with the banana, so I wasted no time plunging my cock all the way into her pussy. She screamed as my balls cozied right up to her ass and stuck there against the dripping peanut butter. I ripped the teddy off of her chest, the first two sandwich halves still clinging to her tits, bouncing up and down now as I fucked her hard and deep. I gripped her hard nipples that were poking out through the bread and I gave them a tug. I let her nipples go and then palmed both of her breasts, smearing what was left of the sandwich all over her chest. I continued thrusting, harder and longer, her hips rocking with me. Each thrust produced wonderful squishing sounds as our sex churned all those yummy substances together with our own. Each thrust also produced intense screams of delight that echoed through our suite.

I was moaning as well. My eyes were wide as I took in the sight of my wife getting seriously fucked while covered in this extraordinary mess of my creation. She opened her eyes that had been clinched tightly in orgasm, and one look at me revealed that I was about to burst.

"Come all over my pussy!" she commanded.

I pulled out of her as hot cum shot out of me. It rained down on her clit and dripped down her lips. It was the perfect topping for her already messy pussy - a milky glaze that coated all else. She loved the warm sensation on her snatch and slowly rubbed my cum into all of the folds of her pussy while she stared up at the ceiling with a smile on her face.



Peanut Butter & Jelly Ch. 06.1



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I started this chapter a while ago, and I haven't gotten around to finishing it - this is more of a scene-setter with no release - but I'm posting the start in the hopes that it will get me going on the finish - that will probly happen quicker with comments! so let me know if you like it! thx.
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It was late in march. There had been some cold days this week, but it was Friday and it was absolutely gorgeous outside, the first legitimate T-shirt day of the year. I was sitting in the courtyard outside of the art building of my college. This building was where I had spent most of my waking hours for the past year and a half - in my sophomore year it was beginning to feel like a second home.

I sat with my sketchbook on a raised ledge that surrounded the courtyard. I was enjoying the weather and trying to make some sketches for my next painting. My only class of the day had been that morning, so my weekend had officially begun, but I wanted to get a couple of drawings in before I walked back to my apartment off-campus.

Just then, out walked Sandra.

Sandra was a fellow art student and a friend of mine. Hanging out with her was great because she was funny and talented, but best of all, she was the most stunning girl I had ever met. She was tall and thin with blonde, shoulder length hair that she normally kept in a loose, low ponytail. She had a wide smile, fair complexion and huge doe eyes. She was the ultimate sexy art chick. She had almost no tits, not normally my type, but there was something about her perky little A-cups underneath the stylish shirts she liked to wear that drove me wild. She had an amazing body and she knew how to show it off.

Today she was taking advantage of the weather as well, donning tiny Jean shorts and a loose, stripped T-shirt with a huge collar that hung off of her shoulder. She was wearing big earrings, big sunglasses, and bright red lipstick.

Sandra saw me as she stepped out in to the courtyard, and she smiled as she walked over to me, strands of her hair blowing across her face in the breeze.

She sat down next to me. "Whatcha drawing?" she chirped.

"Oh, just trying to rough out some compositions for a painting." I handed her the sketchbook. "What do you think?"

She took the book and pulled her sunglasses down to peer over them. "I like this. I could see it on a really big canvas!"

"Ya, that's what I was thinking, too. Glad you like it. So what are you up to today?"

"I'm in between classes. I've got one more today in twenty minutes or so, but it's so nice out I just thought I'd step outside for a quick lunch. Do you mind if I hang out with you while I eat or are you trying to concentrate on your drawing?"

"No, not at all," I said. The truth was that I was transfixed by her long legs crossed in front of me. My drawing was already a distant memory. "I'd love some company."

"Great!" she said as she reached in to her bag. She pulled out a sandwich wrapped neatly in wax paper. I didn't think anything of it until she unwrapped the sandwich in front of me. When I saw the peanut butter and jelly dripping down the sides of the bread, my heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched inside of my jeans. There's no way Sandra would know this - no one did - but I had an unusual sexual fetish revolving around peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I had never actually acted out my fantasies, but I dreamed about putting PB&J sandwiches on my lover's body and eating them off of her - and vice versa! The only way I was able to express this fetish of mine was by writing stories about it on an erotic fiction website. The anonymity allowed me to explore everything that I dreamed of doing without embarrassing myself - how do you tell a girl you're dating that you want to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on her tits? I was afraid it was too out there.

So when Sandra picked up half of her sandwich that was sliced diagonally down the middle, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I followed the sandwich as she brought it up to her mouth, and when my gaze finally reached her beautiful face, I realized that Sandra was staring directly in to my eyes. She didn't break eye contact as she took a big bite from the soft center of her sandwich. She moaned softly as she chewed and slid her legs together as she crossed them the alternate way. As she swallowed, she wiped a small dollop of jelly from the corner of her lips with her fingertip. She put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it for a moment.

"Don't you just love PB&J?" she said to me with a smile, still peering directly in to my eyes.

I gulped and tried to choke out the words "Ya, they're great," which probably just came out as a mumble. This was strange. Sandra was acting way too sexy for simply eating a sandwich in between classes. And we were just friends, there had never been any moments of sexual tension between us, as much as I would have loved that.

No sexual tension until now, that is. She seemed to inch closer to me as she took another bite of her sandwich, this time from the corner. She was giving me this intense look with those big, amazing green eyes of hers, like she was seeing me for the first time, and through chewing on her sandwich she had a sexy smirk that seemed to be sitting on a secret.

I tensed up for a second. Could Sandra know about my fetish? Even if she found my stories online, there's no way she could know I wrote them. My mind raced through the pixelated lines of text in my memory for anything incriminating, any detail from my real life I may have added.... Fuck there were tons. They were MY fantasies after all. I wasn't overt, but I bet anyone who knew me well could probably figure it out.

I tried to relax. This is all in my head I thought. Sandra is just eating lunch.

"Read anything good lately?" I asked. If she was on to me I knew she wouldn't just come out with it, but I had to read her response and see if she would give herself up.

Her smile got wider and she laughed a bit. "Ummm, I don't know. I just finished a Frida Kahlo biography that was really interesting." She paused. "Some short stories. New fiction. Avant garde stuff." She laughed again before she took another bite of her sandwich and gleamed at me. OK, this girl was definitely messing with me here. She seemed to brush the remaining sandwich across her exposed collar bone as she slowly set it back on the wax paper with the other half.

I tried to shift my legs to hide the stiffening force in my jeans. As strange as it sounds, Sandra seemed to be seducing me with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...and it was working!

"Oh, I'm so rude. Do you want half?" She picked up the other triangle of PB&J and held it out to me. "It's really gooood," she sang.

"I'm not that hungry, maybe just a bite," I said. Instead of taking the sandwich from her, I moved quickly to lean in and take a big bite of it right from her hand. I looked up at her as my teeth sunk in to the sandwich and she was biting her lip - I think it turned her on to be feeding me. We both gave nervous laughs as I chewed on my bite and she wrapped up the remainder of her sandwich.

"So, what are you getting in to tonight?" Sandra asked me as she collected her things.

Hmmm, besides furiously jerking off to this encounter?

"I'm not sure," I said. "I don't have any plans. Maybe I'll stay up late and start in on this painting. What about you?"

"I think I'm going to a wine tasting with my friend, Misty. Maybe I'll stop by afterwards if you're going to be up, see how the painting is coming along. And if you're going to be burning the midnight oil, I'll bring you a little midnight snack. How's that sound?"

More of a statement than a question I guess, she winked at me and began striding away, unconcerned with my answer. "OK, see you later," my voice trailed off as I watched her ass pivot back and forth for a moment before she disappeared back in to the art building.

I sat there, motionless for ten minutes, waiting for my cock to go flaccid again before I could stand up and make my way home with a few drops of pre-cum now soaked in to my underwear, and the taste of peanut butter and jelly in my mouth. "What in the world is going to happen tonight?" I thought.

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It was about 12:15 when I heard a soft rapping at my door. I stood up in the dark guest bedroom of my apartment that I used as a studio. There was only a spotlight on my painting as I worked, the rest of the room soaked in blackness. I wiped wet paint from my hands onto my jeans as I made my way out of the studio and down the hall to the front door, and I opened it to find Sandra, bathed in the yellow light and sharp shadows created by my porch light.

She stood in front of me in a lightweight jacket that fell just above her knees, her long smooth legs below standing tall in shiny black heels. She was holding a loaf of bread by the end of it's plastic sleeve, slung over her shoulder. Her other arm was held tight to her body, cradling big jars of peanut butter, jelly and honey.

"Hungry?" she asked as she walked right past me in to my apartment, not waiting to be invited in. "I am! I need to soak up some of this wine!" she yelled back to me. Indeed, I could smell the rich scent of red wine on her, and she seemed to have an extra sway in her step as I watched her walk down the hallway and turn right into the kitchen. I quickly shut the front door and followed her.

By the time I reached the kitchen, Sandra had already set her bread and jars down on the counter and was facing me, her hands tugging on the waist band of her jacket. Even though it was so warm out earlier in the day, the evenings were still chilly, so I didn't think twice about the jacket until she opened it and let it fall to the floor at her feet.

Sandra stood before me now wearing only an apron and black heels. The apron was retro-looking - it had a cute cupcake design on it with pink trim and a bow a the top. I attempted to pick my jaw up off the floor as I looked her up and down. It was like a scene straight out of one of my stories. I had to know what was going on here to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming.

"How did you know? I mean, you do know? Right? About me? I mean, what I like...the sandwiches. I mean..." I was stammering.

She smiled at me, hips swaying, nearly naked, slightly drunk, in MY kitchen. "Relaaax. Relax," she almost moaned it. "Ya, I found you out. I sat down in the computer lab after you. You really should clear your web history you know." She winked at me. "You think we're even allowed to look at that site on campus? Ha! Well I did anyway... You've got quite an imagination, "PeeBeeJay81." At this point she was sauntering around my kitchen, slowly opening and closing drawers. Her big eyes brightened when she found the silverware drawer. She pulled out a butter knife and she shut the drawer with a bounce of her hip.

"At first, I wasn't sure it was you," she said, playfully pointing the knife at me. She stepped forward, closer to me. She lightly bounced the tip of the knife on my chest. She was close enough to whisper now. "But those stories were so hot. I read all of them. Over and over again. It was so strangely erotic....I had to know where they came from. And I haven't been able to eat a PB&J without soaking my panties for two weeks now!" she giggled. "It was fun watching you try to hide your hard-on earlier today. Little did you know that I was dripping wet the whole time."

She walked back over to the counter, her back was to me now, unobstructed skin from her slender neck down to her heels, all except for the straps that tied her apron together. The straps at her waist were tied in a loose knot resting on the small of her back, and the ends dangled right between her beautiful ass cheeks, tight and smooth with a nice little curve for a thin girl. She had opened the bread and jars and began making sandwiches, standing at the counter in a wide stance, from behind I could make out her meaty labia hanging in between her legs.

"I put it all together a couple days ago," she informed me. "Remember when I borrowed your phone to make a call after class earlier this week? Your email was on the screen. I noticed a confirmation email from the same site, and when I got home, sure enough, a hot new story from PeeBeeJay81 had just been posted. I reread all of them, thinking of you, and it was so clear to me." She looked over her shoulder at me with a sparkle of anticipation in her eye.

She turned around and walked over to me, still holding the knife, now coated in peanut butter and jelly. Our faces were mere inches apart when she stuck out her tongue and licked the length of the knife, cleaning one side of it. "I'm starving to try out this fetish of yours, because I think what we actually have here is a fetish of OURS."

I grabbed her and pulled her tightly to me with some force. I could not control myself, control the connection I felt. Sandra knew my secrets, my desires, the kinkiest things I wanted to do with her right now, and she shared them as well. Our mouths met and instantly gaped, tongues swirling. I tasted the peanut butter and jelly on her and it made my head spin, blood rushing to my prick. She threw her arms around me, dropping the knife on the floor with a clang, and she wrapped one of her legs around my body while my hands explored her back and neck and ass.

She started to rip off my clothes, first yanking my shirt over my head. Next she pushed my pants and underwear off of my hips together in one motion. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them, leaving me completely naked. My shaft was already rock hard, jutting out from my body at a 90 degree angle.

Sandra took a step back and paused for a moment to take in the sight of my arousal before she turned around. "Help me with my apron, sweetie? I'm done preparing. It's time to eat."

I tugged at the strands of material hanging from her neck and waist, sending the apron wafting to the floor to join the rest of our wardrobe. She then handed me two pieces of bread from the counter, one covered in thick, creamy peanut butter, the other coated in a layer of sweet, glistening strawberry jelly.

"Take these and sit down on the floor," she instructed me with a smile. I did as I was told. She returned to the counter to get the bottle of honey and another sandwich, this one already put together. She sat down on the floor directly in front of me and kicked off her heels. I was sitting up, my legs folded underneath me, and she was sitting on her bottom, legs splayed on either side of me. The many folds of her pussy were visibly wet. Sweet, milky secretions were dripping out of her. Her clit was swollen, peeking out from it's hood just below a small strip of golden blonde hair atop an otherwise cleanly shaven pussy.

Sandra set down her sandwich and the bottle of honey before she leaned back to lay flat on the floor. She lifted her knees, planted her feet, and swung one of her legs, then the other, over my shoulders, bracing herself with her upper arms on the floor. Her pussy was now just inches from my face. She was releasing a thick, sweet aroma and it was all I could smell. She had beautiful, plump, pink pussy lips surrounding her tight canal, and they were literally heaving.

"Put your sandwich on my chest," she said, running her hands over her low mounds, each finger stumbling over her stiff nipples. Her breasts were small, barely an A-cup, but her nipples were something to behold. They were rock hard, a beautiful shade of maroon, darker than you would expect for her fair complexion. Her areola were small, a little bigger than quarters maybe, and they were surrounded by a few light freckles - incredibly cute.

And now I got to make a mess of them. I placed my pieces of bread on her chest, PB&J sides down. She squirmed and her eyes rolled back in her head slightly. Her smile was wide and sly, and she started to moan as I gently rubbed the bread in circles, coating both of her breasts. Her nipples were ripping through the soft bread, I could see them both protruding just a little in the center. I wanted to take them in my mouth so badly, nip at them with my teeth as I consumed the sandwich around them. But I was constrained. Sandra's legs were practically wrapped around my head, and she had me right where she wanted me.

She took her sandwich and placed it squarely on top of her spread pussy, right in front of my face. I could see the sandwich sink a bit as the soft bread molded to the plump, steaming labia below it. I was about to bury my face in it when she stopped me.

"Ah, ah, ah," she taunted, showing me the honey, tilting the bottle back and forth, a devilish grin spreading on her face. She turned the bottle upside down and the golden honey began to pour out. She started on her thighs and the honey slowly began to migrate to the sandwich sitting atop her cunt. She drizzled thin stripes of honey over the sandwich before making a trail down her belly. The honey filled her tiny belly button and continued up her abdomen until it reached her chest. She put a honey glaze on the sandwiches covering her tits as well, and then she squeezed a couple drops on to her waiting tongue.

"Mmmmm, so sweet," she purred. Then she giggled a little as she took in the sight of herself. Sandwiches on her tits and pussy, strategically covering her naughty bits, the rest of her flawless skin exposed, dripping with honey, her body arched up, legs thrown over my shoulders, and me, drooling, mad with desire, hovering right above the delicious pussy sandwich she had made of herself, ready to devour her.

"Your midnight snack is served, Sir," she delivered in her best sexy-waitress voice. "This evening you'll be dinning on peanut butter and jelly, topped with honey, and served over warm pussy lips coated with Sandra's delightful homemade cream sauce - not available any where else in the world." She winked. Then, with a deep exhale of anticipation finally realized, she stared at me once again with her amazing doe eyes - they fluttered as she said, "Bon appetite!"



Peanut Butter Sandwich



"Party tonight!"

The man's arm around her startled Caroline. It was much too tight to be friendly.

"And here's your invitation."

She heard the click and felt something very sharp just under her rib cage. She froze, not sure what was happening, not sure what to do.

"Just keep walking, party girl." I'm your date. I'll make sure you get where you need to go."

The shock of the situation, not to mention the vodka and cranberry drinks she'd had with her friend Marrissa earlier, made her a little slower than usual to react, so the man pulled her forward along the sidewalk with him. To any passersby, the two looked like a typical Saturday night couple in downtown Chattanooga, Tennessee. The streets were full of people just like them: men and women walking to or from their cars, between bars and clubs, his arm around her, maybe even stumbling a little at times. No one would think twice about what they saw.

Caroline and Marrissa had been at one of those clubs earlier. Blue Water Grill. It was girls night out for them, which they did about once a month, picking a new place every time. This time it was downtown. Caroline loved downtown Chattanooga. It was always full of people, especially in the spring and summer. There was a vibe here. It was full of excitement.

She and Marrissa had lots of fun tonight. They always did. They talked about work and family and relationships as they drank and nibbled on appetizers. They flirted mercilessly with their short-haired, 20-something waiter with the tattoos. He didn't seem to mind showing them off, explaining what they meant and why -- and where -- he got them. He got them each to buy at least one more drink than they ordinarily would have.

It wasn't late, probably around 9:30. Dark for maybe an hour. The town was definitely breathing life now. Caroline had told her kids she wouldn't be late. The oldest was 15, so she could enjoy nights out like this sometimes without having to worry.

She was worried now as they turned the corner to a less-traveled area.

"Where are we going?" Caroline asked nervously.

"Right here, Baby," the man told her as an SUV pulled up beside them. Caroline panicked as he opened the door.

"You've got me mixed up with someone else," she pleaded. "I'm just on my way home."

"And you'll get home later if you do what I tell you now," he replied calmly but forcefully, making sure she saw the 4" pocketknife before again pressing it tightly against the lower edge of her rib cage. It had already made a cut in the white blouse she wore. Summers and even the spring in Chattanooga, Tennessee, were humid and you were always aware of that when you dressed to go out. Caroline often wore a thin blouse and as short a skirt as she could get away with. Tonight it was a denim skirt about mid-thigh with low-heeled, open-toed shoes that showed off her freshly-painted, green toenails.

"Get in."

Caroline stood and didn't move.

"I can't. I don't want to." She was terrified.

"It's not a request, honey."

He gripped her wrist and twisted it behind her.

"No! What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

He pushed her into the back seat of the vehicle. Hard. He followed behind her, shut the door and the vehicle pulled away from the curb.

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By the time they arrived at what seemed to be their destination about 20 minutes later, Caroline's wrists were duct taped behind her and there was another piece of the silver adhesive pressed tightly over her mouth. She didn't fight her captor; the whole thing was insanely surreal to the point where she couldn't do anything but focus on breathing.

They stopped in a quiet residential area, pulled into a garage and closed the door behind them. 

"We're here, Baby. Time to party!"

The man with the knife helped Caroline out of the vehicle and into the house. She didn't fight him and he didn't seem particularly rough. She knew she was in a bad place and didn't want to make it worse.

The house was quite nice. They were in a carpeted living room and sat Caroline on a sofa. There was an end table near the end of the sofa where she sat, still concentrating on breathing as calmly as she could with the tape over her mouth, and matching table on the other end with lamps on both. There was a big, stuffed chair near the wall and what looked to be a front door just over from it. Caroline assumed the door was locked. She knew the entrance to the garage was locked because she watched the driver set the dead bolt as he came in, before he disappeared into the kitchen.

"Make us some drinks, Mike," the man with the knife called out to the kitchen. "It's not a party without some adult beverages," he told Caroline. "In fact, let's all do a shot to start with. Shots of tequila, Mike!"

Caroline continued to look around the room. It had a homey feel to it, but she noticed a clamshell lighting set up with umbrellas and reflectors in one corner of the room. Somebody had a home photography studio here.

She noticed a hallway and could see that one of the rooms off it was a bathroom. That's the only room she could see. There were also stairs with carpet that matched the living room.

"It's a private party, pretty girl. Everyone who's invited is here. You can call me Adam and my friend in there, Mike. We were checking out you and your friend at Blue Water tonight and I said to Mike there, 'That's the girl we want to take back to the party at your place.' You look good. Damn good. And you seem like a lot of fun."

He opened up the purse Caroline had been carrying earlier in the evening. She had lost track of it in the vehicle, but Adam must have brought it in with him. It wasn't big and he had no trouble finding her wallet immediately. She had about 30 bucks cash in it, but she knew money wasn't what they were after. At least not the money in her wallet. A ransom maybe. But she wasn't rich and neither was her family.

He looked at the cash, but put it back in the wallet. Then he found her driver's license and pulled it out.

"Caroline Conley" he read. "That's a nice picture. You don't see a lot of good driver's license pictures. Hey, Mike -- nice picture, eh?"

Mike had three drinks -- three shots of tequila -- in his hands, but leaned over to look at the picture. 

"Not bad," he said as he set the drinks down. "But definitely not professional. We should take some professional pictures."

"That's a very good idea, Mike. Get your stuff."

Caroline's eyes widened and her breathing increased. She pulled away as Adam took her arm.

"Hmm-mmm," she shook her head.

Adam stopped and looked at her. "I'm sorry, Caroline. Let me make this clear to you: if you do what I tell you to do, you can be home in two or three hours. I told you that in our walk through downtown. I guess what I didn't tell you is that if you do not do exactly what I tell you......."

Adam suddenly swung the knife furiously and buried it to the hilt in the pillow right next to Caroline. Dangerously close to Caroline. He slashed it sideways, pulled the knife out, then stabbed and slashed again. He looked directly into Caroline's wide and frightened eyes

".......I will kill you. And I'm not fucking around. This is your call, honey."

Caroline began to shake. She felt tears welling up. Adam composed himself.

"But I don't want that. And I know you don't want that. We're here to have some fun."

Adam swallowed his shot of tequila and let it settle. Mike had returned with his camera. And this time Caroline didn't fight as Adam took her arm and walked her over to the lighted studio array.

Mike took dozens of pictures. Pictures of Caroline kneeling, laying face down and on her side. Pictures with her skirt hiked to show some of her lacy panties. Pictures with her blouse opened down to the last two buttons. Close-ups of her wrists. Close-ups of her face. He was good; he gave clear instructions on the poses he wanted and even moved her to them if she didn't quite get it herself. It was clear, no matter how much Caroline had tried to convince herself otherwise, why she was there.

Adam, meantime, had found the phone in Caroline's purse and was scrolling through the names in the address book.

"You got kids, Caroline?" he asked.

She wasn't sure how to respond. She didn't want to put them in danger. But she thought if her kidnappers saw her as human -- a mom -- they might just let her go.

She nodded in the affirmative.

"You're not wearing a ring, so I assume you're not married. Boyfriend?"

Again Caroline nodded yes.

OK. Here's what we're going to do. We don't want anybody to worry about you. So you're going to call your kids and your boyfriend and tell them what you're doing. And not to worry, that you'll be home later. Understand?"

A million thoughts went through Caroline's mind. Maybe she could dial 911 instead of her daughter's number. Maybe she could somehow subtly clue her boyfriend in to the fact that she was in trouble. Maybe she didn't have to be subtle.

"Caroline?" Adam's voice had a more urgent feel to it this time. She replied with a nod.

"Good. Obviously, that means we're going to remove some of the duct tape. But if you start screaming or yelling or carrying on, it'll go right back on and, eventually, your kids will start worrying and your boyfriend will start worrying and probably with good reason. We're still going to have our party. But the choice of what happens afterwards is completely up to you. Is that clear?"

Caroline shook her head yes and Mike ripped the tape free. It stung a little, but not badly. It was a relief to have it off. It was much easier to breathe. She took deep breaths.

"First, you're going to call your kids and let them know you'll be out a while. How old are they?"

"Fifteen. And nine," Caroline replied softly. She didn't look at Adam.

"Babysitter tonight?"

"No."

"Yeah. Fifteen's a little old for a babysitter. Is the oldest a girl or boy?"

"Girl." Caroline kept her answers short. She wasn't volunteering any information.

"And the younger?"

"Boy."

"Alright. Call the girl and tell her you were invited to a party and you're stopping by for a little while. Tell her you'll be home by one. And I'd better hear calmness in your voice and happiness in your voice and if there's any kind of argument or backtalk, you'd better solve it in a hurry. Or that will be the last phone call she ever gets from momma."

That was actually probably best, she thought. The last thing she wanted to do was scare Kaci and Josh, especially since it seemed there was a good chance she could eventually get out of this. They were at a private residence, they didn't want to kill her, she reasoned, since that would be very complicated. But from the tone in Adam's voice, the look in his eye, and the way he wildly swung that four-inch blade he seemed so fond of -- not to mention the fact that he was already doing tequila shots -- she had almost no doubt he would if she made him angry.

"Who am I looking for here?" Adam asked, scrolling through Caroline's contacts.

"Kaci Conley."

They weren't going to let her enter the number. Her wrists were still bound behind her. 

"Found it. Ready for this momma?"

"I'm ok," Caroline said as much to assure herself as anything else.

Adam moved around behind her and put his knife to her neck. "Well you'd damned well better be convincing."

He pushed call and held the phone to her ear. When Kaci answered, Caroline put on her "mom voice" and told her exactly what Adam wanted to hear: that she had been invited to a party, it seemed like fun, and she was going to stop by for a couple of hours, that she'd be home by one. No, she wasn't with Kevin. He was busy tonight. She had to assure Josh that it was ok for him to go to sleep in her bed and she'd tuck him in when she got back. She made sure to tell them she loved them before she hung up.

It wasn't a stretch. Caroline knew that's what her kids needed to hear -- reassurance if she was staying out past what was originally planned. She was a mom first and foremost, but she majored in theater in college, had taught acting and still did some occasional acting in community theater. She was very convincing and Adam seemed pleased when he pressed the red button to end the call.

"Good job, lovely lady! Let's toast."

Mike had poured more shots for he and Adam while Caroline was on the phone. Adam took a glass in each hand and clinked the together. He set his down, then put Caroline's to her lips. She didn't open until Adam pulled her hair back.

The tequila burned as it went down. She had to swallow quickly to keep up with it and still, some of it dribbled down her chin. With the alcohol she'd already had earlier, it wasn't like she needed more, especially a straight shot of tequila.

Adam downed his and smacked his lips.

"Another idea," he announced. "Your friend is really cute. Maybe you could call her and tell her you're at a party and want to her to come. We'll go get her, too. What's her number?"

Caroline did not want that to happen. She could keep that from happening.

"I don't have it in there. She has a new phone and I don't have her number."

"Oh, well. It was worth a try. You're the hot one anyway." He didn't pursue his spur-of-the-moment idea. It didn't seem to matter. "We gotta call your boyfriend. Is he the jealous type?"

He wasn't. At all. He often told her to do anything she wanted to as long as she was having fun doing it. Or to try anything she wanted to just because she wanted to. He said it made them more interesting people for each other. And she had come to understand he was right and she loved him for it. He already knew she belonged to him and he belonged to her. And that was so solid, he was so sure of that he said, that nothing else mattered. 

He just as often told her he loved her and she and he were destined to be together since before they ever met. They had only one rule between them and they called it Rule #1: Always come back to me safely.

That's what she intended to do. She and Kevin often did role-play sex games and sometimes even included other partners. There were occasions it got quite rough. But they had their safe word. All Caroline had to do was ask for a peanut butter sandwich and everything stopped right there. She'd never done it and doubted she ever would. But knowing the safe word was there just in case -- and trusting Kevin so completely as she did -- allowed her to totally let go in ways she had never been able to do before. She also found the more she did it, the more she wanted it. Craved it.

A peanut butter sandwich. He'd know if he heard her say it. She thought maybe she could work it into the phone conversation if they made her call him, but the thought was only fleeting.

"Kevin's not jealous," she told him. It was the truth, but neither did she want these guys to get any suspicions that they might be facing retribution. It was impossible to predict what they might do if they thought that. And Caroline wasn't thinking as clearly now anyway. She was feeling that tequila shot.

And another one was on the way. Mike had brought the bottle out from the kitchen and refilled all their glasses.

"Here's to non-jealousy!" declared Adam, repeating his procedure from moments ago, pulling her head back by her hair and pouring the tequila into Caroline. 

"To non-jealousy!" seconded Mike as he downed a shot, too. Adam followed suit, then scrolled through the phone again looking at names.

"Kevin." He spelled it out slowly as he typed the letters into the search function. There were two Kevins. "Wilson? Is it Kevin Wilson? I hope so because I can't pronounce the other one.

Caroline nodded. She still felt the burn from the last tequila shot. It was actually having a positive effect on her in that it was calming her down pretty significantly. 

"Alright, Baby. Same routine as the last call. Tell him you got invited to a party and you decided to check it out for a while, that you'll call him later. If he's not jealous like you say, he won't mind. And it'll keep him from ringing your phone trying to find you."

Adam pressed call and held the phone up for Caroline. It rang five times. On the sixth ring, it cut off and Kevin's recorded greeting came on.

"I got the voice mail," Caroline whispered.

"So leave him a voice mail." He didn't sound angry or curt. He simply told her what she was to do.

And she did it. Caroline shifted back into actress mode when she heard the beep.

"Hey, Baby. It's me. Listen...I got invited to a party tonight after Marrissa had to go home from Blue Water. It sounds like fun, so I'm going to check it out for a while. Didn't want you to worry. Hope you have fun doing whatever it is you're doing tonight. I'll call you later. Love you."

Adam ended the call and tossed the phone onto the floor across the room. He turned Caroline's head toward him and lightly kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and did not kiss him back. He smiled.

"This might be a good time to go over the rules," he mused. "Look at me"

Caroline opened her eyes. It's the first time she really noticed what Adam looked like: about 5'10", maybe 160 pounds, dark hair, fairly short. No tats, at least that she could see, no scars, a little stubble on his face, but not more than a day's growth at best. He wore a button-down shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. He didn't look overly-muscled, but from the way he handled her there was no doubt in Caroline's mind that he worked out frequently. He was strong.

How much of it was attributed to the alcohol she didn't know, but he didn't look bad. And he was obviously the one in charge. That much was quite clear.

Adam looked into her eyes. "First, you will follow all directions exactly as Mike and I give them. If you do what we tell you, I don't have to hurt you. Can you follow instructions?"

She waited. She didn't want to agree to anything. But sitting on the floor with her wrists duct taped behind her didn't give her much of a choice. She nodded.

"Then tell me you can follow instructions. Look at me."

Caroline complied. "I can follow instructions," she told him.

"Will you follow instructions?"

She hesitated. "Yes."

"Good. I really don't want to hurt you. But I will. Unless you do everything we tell you to do. And -- and this is very important, it's rule number two of two -- I want to see you enjoying yourself. I want to see you having fun. " He leaned close and spoke slowly and softly. "You'd better damn well make me believe you're having a great time."

He looked at his friend who was sitting in the stuffed chair. "Anything else, Mike?"

"Nope. That's takes care of it. And I think she likes to have a good time. She sure was earlier tonight with her friend. You like to have a good time, don't you, Caroline?"

She didn't answer until Adam told her to look at him and tell him she likes to have a good time.

"I like to have a good time."

Mike was bigger than Adam. He was about 6'0" and probably around 215 or so. Not muscley, but seemingly in pretty good shape. He had a shaved head, wore shorts, sandals and a short-sleeved polo shirt, which he pulled over his head and dropped to the floor. The abs weren't a six-pack, but they weren't flabby, either.

"I intend to have a really good time with you," he said.

Mike moved toward her. Caroline tried to move away but there was nowhere to go. She pulled her legs toward her as far as she could. He grabbed her and pulled her to the middle of the floor, then reached under her skirt. She fought him as he tried to remove her panties, kicking and turning.

"No! No! I'm not going to let you do this!"

Adam seemed amused by the struggle. Caroline was on her stomach when he handed Mike the knife and Mike put the point to her throat. 

"You seem to have forgotten our deal, honey," he panted. She was strong, but she wasn't about to move with the point of the knife against her windpipe. "Our deal is about showing us you're enjoying yourself. That'll change. I guarantee that'll change. But let's see if you can follow instructions."




Peanut Butter Sandwich



He caught his breath and looked at her intensely.

"Turn over, bitch."

Caroline did as she was told. Mike kept knife pressed against her trachea. It was serrated near the base and just one quick movement would sever her jugular. He held it there without moving or saying anything, as if considering what was next. Finally, he repeated what Adam had told her only a couple of minutes ago.

"Follow directions. And you'd better damn well make me believe you're having a good time." He wasn't smiling. And he emphasized "damn."

"I'd do exactly that, Caroline," Adam suggested.

"OK," she whispered.

Mike pulled the knife away from Caroline's neck but ran the tip lightly along her thigh.

"God, you have sexy legs."

Adam leaned close and whispered to her. "Tell him thank you."

"Thank you," she managed. She was trying not to cry.

He turned her over on her back again and put the open pocketknife with the 4" blade aside. He reached under her skirt again, but this time she didn't fight him. She lifted her hips to let him slide her panties down her legs, exposing her trimmed, groomed bush and her soft pink lips to him completely. 

"Oh, that is such a fine pussy, " Mike said as he pulled her legs further apart and ran his tongue up Caroline's left thigh. She closed her eyes, but didn't resist. To her surprise, she felt herself getting wet as he parted her slit with his fingers and she inhaled sharply.

Mike stopped for a moment and smiled. "Yeah. Me, too," he said.

He began to caressing the length of her wetness with his tongue, bottom to top, lingering at her clit to swirl, suck and nibble. His breathing was deep and robust.

"I love that taste. I love that smell. Oh, God, I do," he murmured as he picked up the pace of his lapping and licking. He obviously did and just as obviously he was very good at it. As the intensity increased, Caroline began letting out pleasure noises, wimpers she couldn't hold in even if she wanted to. And she wasn't sure she wanted to. It was confusing, but she felt a warmth inside and began to realize she could cum. Soon. And maybe she wanted to cum. She didn't know any more. Her juices mingled with his saliva and she was very wet.

He gave one more slow, deep lick along her inner lips and brought his face up almost to where it touched hers. Caroline was breathing heavily, opened her eyes and momentarily looked into his. It was surreal. She felt nervousness, fear and helplessness, but not the disgust she expected. She also felt lust and passion. She wasn't sure she had ever been more confused, more afraid or more turned on.

Mike rubbed the back of his index and middle finger along Caroline's cheek. She closed her eyes and turned her head toward them, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue over them. He pushed them slowly into her mouth and she sucked and licked them, rolling her tongue over them. He held her head with his other hand and forced them toward the back of her throat until she almost gagged, then he pulled them just as slowly back out again. A string of saliva came with them.

"You've got skills, party girl," he told her. He laughed and she giggled with him.

Adam must have noticed, too, because his hardened cock was at her lips in moments. She took it without hesitation and worked it as she had Mike's fingers before. Those fingers now slide inside Caroline and she let out a muffled cry against Adam's dick. Mike was curling his fingers just inside the top of her pussy and had found her G-spot. He worked his tongue on her clit at the same time and Caroline's lips began to puff and swell. Her muffled vocal reactions were concentrated and consuming, which had an equally ardent effect on Adam.

"Suck that dick," he demanded. "Do you like sucking dick? Do you like sucking my dick?"

"Mmm-hmm," Caroline responded fervently. She was more responding to Mike's finger-fucking than Adam's cock. Adam continued to use her lips to stroke his shaft, but Mike was quickly building a fire inside her. He very definitely knew how to work her G-spot and his tongue continuing to connect with her clit up and down and side to side felt absolutely divine. She found it hard to keep up with everything that was happening, but she felt her climax build to the point where couldn't hold back anymore. 

Her body began to tense, then shake. She moved her hips to meet Mike's tongue, enhancing the fire building inside her pussy from the fingering she was getting. She moaned against Adam's cock and heard her own muffled scream as the tension released and the energy exploded inside her.

Mike lapped at Caroline's juices as the orgasmic aftershocks continued. He seemed to delight in her ultra-sensitivity, making her jump and writhe with each pass of his tongue. He pulled his fingers out and used both hands to spread Caroline's sweetness open, giving his tongue even greater access to the heightened nerve endings lining her inner lips.

"She likes that!" Adam hooted. He pulled his glistening dick from Caroline's mouth. She panted as he unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, letting out an occasional gasp as Mike hit just the right spot again and again. She locked her eyes on Adam's.

"You don't need to keep me tied up," she assured him.

Adam seemed skeptical, but intrigued.

"No?"

Caroline shook her head deliberately and emphatically, but kept her eyes locked on his. 

"No."

She started to say more, but the words didn't come. Mike's finger was pressed lightly against her clit and he was moving it slowly in small circles. 

Caroline's eyes flew open wide, then she closed them as her head snapped back. She heard a throaty "Oh!" which she knew must have come from her even though it felt disconnected. She knew she was about to cum again.

"Oh......oh........! Oh myyyyy Gooooddd!"

Her legs began to shake and she began to whimper, almost cry. "Uhhh.....shiiiiit! Shit, fuck, oh my God, FUCK!"

Caroline's body continued to convulse. She wasn't cognizant of her immediate surroundings at the moment; she was entranced in her own intensity. Mike stopped moving his finger and pressed it harder against her clit. He held it until her legs finally stopped shaking. She lay there, limp, breathing heavily, her blouse fully open, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her wrists still bound behind her. She didn't know what may happen next, but at that moment she didn't care, either.

Her eyes were glazed and she was slightly aware that Mike was no longer close to her, but she didn't think about where he was or what he was doing. She didn't notice he was taking pictures again but wouldn't have resisted if she had. She didn't resist at all and let out only a trifling grunt as Adam turned her over and cut the tape from her wrists. Free from her bonds, she moved her arms to her side, but continued to lay on her stomach, her hair cascading down the side of her face as she rested on the floor with her eyes closed. Adam's fingers running through it felt good. He seemed to enjoy it, too, as if it gave him a feeling of power. Sometimes he pulled through it gently, massaging her scalp, sometimes yanking it enough to pull her head off the floor.

"Sit up, party girl," he told her.

Caroline opened her eyes and slowly sat up, her back against the couch. 

"I'll tape your hands again in a heartbeat if you don't continue to follow directions," he warned. "Understand?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer. "Take off your blouse. And your bra."

Caroline didn't hesitate. She tossed the blouse aside, reached behind her, unhooked the bra, then held it in front of her for just a moment, almost as a tease, then tossed it aside, too. She was strongly feeling the effects of the alcohol and the electricity of her orgasms. 

Mike's camera continued to click. 

"Finger yourself, Caroline. Give us a show."

She dropped one hand down between her legs and opened up her wet, pink slit. She wet a couple of fingers on her other hand, then quickly moved them down to her clit and began to rub lightly. The motion prolonged the afterglow feeling of her last orgasm. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back, her mouth opening with her heavy breathing. She was giving them a show. 

Adam poured another tequila shot for her and one for himself, too. She knew she didn't need another one and told him so, but he wasn't asking whether she needed or wanted one. She took a sip. 

He downed the entire glass in a couple of quick swallows. Caroline smiled and did the same. Mike collected the glasses and stacked them next to the bottle. 

"Looks like you're having a pretty good time, Baby," he told her. "Maybe you ought to call your boyfriend again and tell him you're going to be a while."

Adam located the phone and brought it to her. She took it from him calmly and punched in the re-dial. She turned away from her captors as the number began to ring. Mike had no intention of waiting patiently for her to finish her call. The sight of her lying on her stomach with no blouse or bra, her skirt hiked most of the way up and no panties turned him on. He put down his camera and began to finger her himself.

Caroline opened her legs a little more and moved up on her knees some to give him easier access. The fingering was rough, but her inhibitions were completely gone and it felt good. She even wanted it. And wanted it rough.

The voice mail picked up again and she let it play through rather than hitting the "1" and sending her directly to the beep. She hadn't really gathered her thoughts in any coherent way and was trying to get them together while listening through the greeting. It didn't last nearly as long as she thought it would or it seemed to in other times and the beep still caught her unprepared.

"Hi, Sweetie," she started. She wondered if she was slurring her words. "The party's a lot of fun, so I'm going to hang here a while. I don't know..." She was having a little trouble focusing. "...I just didn't want you to wor---"

Mike's dick ripping into her pussy took her breath in mid-sentence. She grunted as his balls slapped against her ass and she turned her head back toward him trying to see what she was feeling.

"Oh, FUCK that's a big dick! God DAMN!" she screamed as she threw the phone down. "Oh, GOD!"

Caroline wasn't resisting. She was getting what her body wanted and going with it.

"Do you like my cock, Caroline?"

"Yes!" She panted.

"Tell me you like it."

"I like your cock!"

Mike was pushing slowly into her and pushing very deep. He was wide and Caroline's labia had to adjust. He pushed deep inside her again and held, wrapping her hair in his fist and pulling her head back toward him.

"Tell me you like getting fucked by my big dick."

"Oh, God, YES! Fuck me with your big dick. I like getting fucked with your big dick!"

Caroline was always turned on when a guy told her what to do in the heat of passion. That's one of the reasons she and Kevin were so attracted to each other right from the start.

Kevin! For a brief moment she couldn't remember whether she had hung up the phone. She had no way of knowing; it was across the room where she had thrown it when she felt Mike's member invade her.

The worry was fleeting and disappeared completely as Mike began slamming hard into her with each thrust, his balls banging against the inside of her thighs, maintaining his tight grip on her long, brunette hair, holding his rock-hard member deep inside her to enjoy the juice leaking out around it before slowly withdrawing and launching the next assault. With each plunge into her womanhood, Caroline let out an exclamation.

"Oh!......Oh!.......Unnhhhh!"

The cries were muffled when Adam knelt in front of her and forced her mouth onto his stiffened rod. He picked up where he left off and began fucking Caroline's mouth with long, slow strokes. 

Two cocks at once. Caroline's pussy was on fire as Mike reamed his dick in and out and his buddy impaled her throat with his fuck-stick. Her tits danced frantically underneath her as she was pounded harder and harder, but they didn't go unattended. Adam caressed a nipple back and forth, a light caress which affected her the same as if he'd been playing with her clit. She knew she was about to cum for a third time and she did, violently and spasmodically just before the cock in her pussy erupted and filled her with Mike's cream. Her own juice mixed with his now and ran down the inside of her thigh.

"My turn," Adam declared.

Adam and Mike both pulled their poles out of Caroline and forced her onto the couch. With an alcohol-fueled groan, she rolled over onto her back with and saw Adam stroking himself. She didn't have time to say anything; Mike pulled her head around to his still-erect shaft and told her to clean it, pushing it to her face. It was bigger than Adam's and she swirled her tongue around it, tasting the salty-sweet mixture of her own secretions and his, before he nudged it into her mouth.

Adam drove his tool into her and began assaulting her pussy again. Caroline was cumming almost continually now, her breath ragged gasps as Mike pulled his saliva-slickened dick from her mouth. Adam gripped her thighs and pulled them apart as he continued the long, deep strokes into her fuck-hole.

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Caroline had no idea what time it was when they finally finished with her. She passed out at some point and felt drained when she woke up on a messed up bed. Her skirt was on the floor beside her, but her panties, bra and blouse were nowhere to be found. She put her skirt on and stumbled down the stairs, still with a heavy buzz from the tequila. She found the guys cleaning up in the kitchen, put her arms around Adam and buried her head in his shoulder.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked sleepily. "And can we go home now?"

"Sure, Baby. We'll get Mike to take us back to the car. After, of course, we fix you.......a peanut butter sandwich."

Caroline smiled and hugged him. "I love you, Kevin."

He hugged her back and kissed her softly. "I love you, too. And it'll be fun listening to those voice mails you left me."

She slipped out of his arms and into Mike's. "Is that your real name?"

"It is."

"Nice to meet you, Mike. You're very good at this."

"I could say the same for you. The pleasure is all mine."

Caroline blushed and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You and Kevin keep in touch."

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Peanut Butter: Survivor Amazon



Disclaimer: I do not own Survivor it is owned by CBS, nor any of the people from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Survivor 6: Amazon

"Jenna I am sooo horny this heat makes me feel wet all the time I need some serious relief." "Heidi I know I am so seriously horny as well, I know what we can do Alex and Dave are both young guys and are gorgeous lets do something totally outrageous at the challenge its going to be an endurance thing." 

"Ok like what?" asked Heidi 

"Exposing ourselves maybe? For let's say peanut butter and bread." said Jenna 

"Ooo I like your idea, but I want to get Dave he's more sexy and he seems much stronger." said Heidi 

"Ok Heidi, lets do that then its gonna be made easier if he looks at us and I would say that he would," said Jenna .

"Yeah I don't think it will be much of a problem getting Dave alone he's about the same age as us he'd probably be looking for some release as well," said Heidi "Time to go."

After about 2 hours standing on a pole in the middle of a lake with the hot jungle sun bearing down on them Jenna gave Heidi the signal they had worked out. "Jeff I would like to make a deal for some peanut butter," said Jenna. 

"Ok what would that be?" asked Jeff. 

"Heidi do you want to do it?" asked Jenna.

"Yeah," said Heidi. 

"Both me and Heidi will strip down naked for some peanut butter and some bread," said Jenna after a little bit of staring from the other survivors standing on their poles. 

Jeff comes out with some peanut butter stacked onto some fluffy white bread. "Well here is the peanut butter do you still want to do this." 

"Yeah," And Jenna and Heidi pulled down their buff-bras and pushed down their pants. Jenna looked around and saw Dave staring at them and stood back straight when he noticed they saw him looking. After pulling back on their clothes they swam over to the floating platform to get their reward.

Later after the challenge had ended back at the camp. "Jenna that was so exciting, and it was made more exciting when I caught Dave staring at me," said Heidi 

"Want to get him now I'm still very horny," said Jenna. 

"That would be awesome, he looked pretty aroused I could tell his flushed look wasn't just from the heat," said Heidi.

"Dave, can you come and look at what we found? I think it might be a birds nest of some kind," asked Jenna. 

"Yeah sure Jenna," said Dave. 

After walking awhile through the forest Dave stopped and asked the girls. "Where is this nest?" "Right here," said Jenna and she pushed him against the tree and shoved her tongue down his throat.

After Dave managed to pry Jenna off him he said "Whoa, Jenna what's going on?" 

"Simple Dave, we saw you looking at us today at the challenge we need somebody to take the edge off the craving," said Heidi as she stroked her hand up his chest. Jenna grabbed his growing erection and placed a sucking kiss on his neck as Heidi pushed up his shirt and with her nails and scraped his well defined ab muscles.

As Jenna pushed her tongue up his neck to his ear tasting the salt from his sweat she groaned in his ear making him shudder and groan involuntarily. "Come on Dave it will be fun," said Jenna as with Heidi she put her hands under his shirt and pulled it up pushing his arms up and removing his shirt. The only thing Dave could do was groan with pleasure as the two girls sucked his hardened nipples while massaging his sculpted muscles.

Dave felt as though he couldn't move as both women pleasurably tortured his body. Their caressing hands moved further down and rubbed his sizeable bulge in his pants. While not removing her mouth from his chest Jenna unbuckled his belt while Heidi unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper reaching inside to find no underwear. She grasped his thick erection and started to jerk him off. 

Jenna removed her mouth from Dave's chest and passionately kissed him. She then pulled his pants off. Heidi moved away from Dave and took her clothes off and started to finger herself. Jenna pulled Dave away from the tree and pushed him on his back to lay on the damp jungle grasses she lowered her mouth over his erection and started to lick. While Heidi sat down on Dave's upper chest he pushed his tongue into her soaked tunnel making her moan. 

Somebody was watching them and had his pants around his ankles and was grunting with pleasure while he stroked himself watching the two women give Dave the ride of his life. 

After Dave started moaning his pleasure into Heidi's engorged passage. Jenna got up and took off her clothing and pushed his hard throbbing cock into her pussy and started to ride him making them both yell out in pleasure.

Meanwhile the dual pleasures of Dave probing her pussy with his tongue and the vibrations from his moaning pushed her over the top and her orgasm came with blinding pleasure. After she had come she got off him and laid down in the grass to recover and watched Jenna begin to mercilessly pound Dave's cock into her, amidst their cries of pleasure Heidi felt herself become aroused again and she reached over and grabbed Dave's balls stimulating them with her fingers.

With a loud shriek Jenna came with her vaginal muscles clamping around Dave's muscle pushing him over the edge with a loud shout he pumped his hot come into Jenna hot passage. At the same time the watcher was trying to keep quiet as he came in his hand "Shit that was hot, Heidi and Jenna are just goddesses," said the watcher to himself.

"Wow, that was amazing I've never felt anything like that before," said Dave. 

"Well hot stuff there's still more to come, are you man enough to take it?" asked Heidi. 

"Of course just give me a moment to catch my breath," said Dave. While Jenna laid next to Dave she trailed patterns in the sweat on his chest.

"Let's see how good you are with your tongue Dave," said Jenna as she climbed onto his chest. Dave started licking around the outside of her steaming entrance and moaned out in surprised as his only half-erect dick was engulfed by Heidi's sucking mouth. The unexpected surprise also made Jenna squirm as the vibrations from Dave's mouth sent very pleasurable sensations. 

Once Heidi had worked his erection back to full hardness she got up and settled herself on top of his cock and pushed him all the way in letting out a very loud shriek of pleasure which also of course made Dave moan rather loudly. 

"Oh fuck Dave that's so good, I'm nearly there," panted Jenna as she started thrusting her hips into his face. 

Heidi began to slowly slide up and down on Dave while bending slightly back almost coming completely off him. 

Dave being almost completely overwhelmed by the sensations Heidi was putting him through almost couldn't concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. Jenna was though, being driven crazy by Dave's erratic tongue movements and came with shock. After she got off him and laid down in the grass next to him, Heidi bent backwards further and continued to lightly thrust her pelvis into his making him pant in pleasure "Oh god! Heidi! That's so good!" 

Heidi was with her head back and had her mouth open silently not being able to stand torturing herself any longer she grabbed Dave's arms and pulled him on top of her and said "God fuck me hard Dave."

Too out of breath to respond he just started thrusting into her as fast as he could manage when they both started screaming out their pleasure they came together with a blinding flash that sustained itself for quite sometime. They panted and groaned with each other as Heidi's vaginal muscles milked him for all he had. 

After Dave rolled off her he panted "Wow I don't see how after that we could possibly have the energy to walk back to camp," 

"Give it a little time Dave we will get back there," panted Heidi. 

'Geez I can't believe how Heidi outdid me by so much,' thought Jenna. 

After Dave and Heidi struggled to their feet they had a soft gentle kiss and walked back to camp with Jenna trailing behind them. 

Once they returned to camp they went separate ways, When Dave went to get some water Alex approached him and said "That Heidi is a real wildcat isn't she?" 

"What? You followed us?" asked Dave surprised

"Yeah... I didn't think what happened would have happened, I was just checking to see if they weren't trying to make any deals," said Alex. 

"Oh ok then I hope you enjoyed the show," smirked Dave 

"I certainly did Dave," said Alex.