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Fruit

By: pobness



“Did you know”, said he, “that during WWII in Britain, an orange was considered a great luxury?” 

She mumbled the barest of replies and he wondered if he had finally begun to bore himself as well as she. He put down his book, British Wartime Necessities, and pondered a moment. 

There they were, both sitting up in bed, he with a book and she with a magazine, their end-table lamps burning, like an ancient pajama-bound couple who had grown so used to each other that they scarcely acknowledged one another. 

Complacency, he thought. This is the relationship-killer, the seed of a useless weed that grows up to choke everyone who has the misfortune to be planted in its poisonous soil. No, not tonight at least, he thought. Then said aloud, “Not tonight!”

“Hmm?”, she said, her head still buried in her magazine. 

“What was that, darling?” 

“Oh”, he said, “I’ve got an idea”. And with that he made his way to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door and fumbled in the fruit tender, and selected what he thought a suitable fruit for the evening.

“Pomegranate?”, said she.

“Pomegranate.”, He replied. 

Pomegranates, at about a dollar a piece, were one luxury she could afford; ever since she was small she enjoyed this succulent fruit, with its vibrant colors of red, pink and green, a delight to the eyes, and its clusters of juice-filled sacs, luscious morsels that begged to be tasted and which rewarded the taster with an unrivaled sweetness. She felt confident the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden wasn’t an apple; it had to be a pomegranate.

He watched her deftly score the skin of the fruit with the paring knife he brought. He admired her small, delicate hands as she broke open the fruit and picked out a cluster. 

They still sat on the bed, as if they were still reading, but he had moved closer to her, eyeing her every motion. It was a simple pleasure she experienced, this pomegranate-eating. It aroused him. 

As she bit into the first sac he admired the sensuous curves of her mouth; her full lips extracted all the juice she could muster. These same lips were stained with the juice now, and they were a deeper, more inviting scarlet than any lipstick she possessed. He moved to kiss her and as their lips met, she gave a light laugh.

“Pips,” she said. She gently removed them and placed them on a coaster where she usually placed her evening cup of tea.

“Pips,“ he said, and he kissed her again, this time more deeply. His hand caressed her soft blonde hair; she really was beautiful, he thought, as stunningly-beautiful as ever, and he must never, never take her for granted.  She sighed softly as he added to this intense invasion of her mouth; she loved how the sweetness of the fruit and the magic of his kisses blended so marvelously together. She tingled now and felt responsive to every touch. 

He began to kiss her neck as she grabbed another cluster of fruit and sucked on it; she wasn’t as nimble with it now because his kisses were distracting her – exciting her. 

Droplets of the crimson juice spilled from her mouth; it ran down her chin, down to the supple neck he was so avidly kissing. She felt his warm tongue lap up every spilled drop; she gasped from this - this was truly amazing! What an erotic pleasure! Yet she still remained in her pajamas. Well, he thought, I’ll see to that.

As if on cue he moved his head to her pajama top. He undid all the buttons only partially with his hands, and then he opened them the rest of the way with his mouth, biting them one-by-one. 

This revealed her soft breasts - her own clusters of fruit, he thought. They were succulent; they were round, soft and white, a delight to the senses. Her scarlet nipples were already partially hard, and he wasted no time in bringing them to their erect state. He flicked each nipple with his tongue and gently pinched it with his fingers. 

He got another cluster from the pomegranate. This he burst all over her chest; he rubbed the precious juice into her breasts, till they were stained as scarlet as her nipples; this recipe was the perfect mixture for the most heavenly feeling she’d had in a long time. 

He feasted on her titties. He enjoyed that delicious blend of sweet and savory. She enjoyed the rapturous delight of this man who seemed to know her so very well. Her breasts were sensitive at the best of times, but this? This was astoundingly good!

There was only one cluster left. Between ecstatic gasps, she watched him gently remove it from the denuded fruit. What would he do with it? she wondered.  She wished he would carry on sucking her breasts; that was so perfect – she just wanted to savor that delicious moment; the moment where everything seemed suspended in time, with her hand fondling his hair as he rested on her chest. In that moment all the colors of her bedroom seemed so vibrant – from the flowery pastels of the wallpaper to the lamps which seemed to glow with infrared intensity to the deep indigo of her duvet. It was all bursting. 

He took the final sac of nectar and brought it up to her lusciously-dyed lips. She could see the love and the passion and the longing in his eyes as he put half of it in his mouth and half in hers. Together they burst it, and again she felt that sweet syrupy nectar run down her mouth. 

With his finger he traced the juice fully over her lips, and then he kissed her avidly. Their tongues were a swirling symphony of joy. Now she knew she was his; she could safely abandon any ideas of restraint.

He whispered in her ear, the quote from Ovid, the first-century poet, “Love must not be rushed, but savored.” His gentle, resonant words seemed to course through her entire body and echo into every pleasure zone within. 

She felt his hand carefully move down – he gently squeezed her thighs and then guided his finger ever closer to her pussy. She prepared herself for his touch and could almost feel it already, but he merely traced a big circle around her drenched flower. 

This was a bit of a tease, but she wasn’t about to complain. Finally he touched her, fingered her ever so gently and rubbed her pussy and clit, making little circles round and round. 

He watched carefully her reaction; he loved watching her eyes roll with the pleasure and hearing her soft feminine sighs.  He began to kiss her all over. She could feel the press of his full, warm lips on her chest, her belly, her hips, and down her legs. He in turn loved the delicate softness of her skin. 

To him there was something about a woman’s body that was beyond sex; it was warmth, safety, coming home, mother. He loved rubbing his cheeks and face against her tummy; she thought, in a frivolous moment, that it was a good thing he had shaved today. Then she thought she must surely look a picture with the distinct tinge of crimson all over her face and chest.

She felt him move lower, and she knew where he was headed.  She could sense his hunger, as he kissed her belly, her thighs, lovely little pecks here and there. His hands were still rubbing her body; each of his fingers was a little soldier, bent on exploration, and conquest. His touch was exquisite.  

She felt his hot breath on her pussy. She braced herself for his tongue.  He touched her.

She was woefully prepared for the shockwave of pleasure that coursed through her naked body. He rested a hand on her soft belly as his tongue moved up and down and round and round; she sensed his hunger. He was hungry. He was a man starved for love, for all the sensual joys a woman could give. 

He lapped her clitoris and in that moment, both of them forgot all the strains of life, all the pressures, all the distractions, all the insipid little things that conspired to pull them apart. She moaned from sheer joy – not just the physical joy, which was intense, but from the emotional bond which was rekindled. 

She rested a hand on his head and gasped with delight; each movement of his tongue brought her closer to orgasm, which wasn’t far off anyway. He felt he was plucking a delicately scented flower, or tasting the forbidden fruit. It was sort of like the pomegranate. Well, actually, the pom was just the fruit that pointed the way to the real deal; like a warm-up band before the big boys took the stage. 

He loved her taste; it filled his senses and aroused him. But he took no thought of pleasing himself, until the time was right. He matched his tongue and worked his finger in rhythm to her moans; he could almost feel her tremors, each one greater than the last, like waves pounding a sandy shore, unrelenting. His head was buried between her legs now, and she wrapped herself round him, pulling him ever tighter as she felt her orgasm build. Her voice rose, her gasps ever quicker…

‘mmmmm…ohhh…yessssss…mmmmmahhhhhhhHHHHHH!’ 

She exploded, a glorious climax, piercing the quiet of her home, making the wine glasses on her dresser and the guitar laying against her wall resonate. Her face was crimson – flushed with delight and pomegranate juice. Beads of sweat poured off her. Her entire body was a man’s sensual delight, but it was a delicate body – delicate in the sense that given too much pleasure she might actually faint from it all. Or perhaps even die? But what a way to go!

He fully enjoyed watching her orgasm. Her rapturous face was a delight to his eyes, and he felt privileged to be a part of it – a part of her so very personal yet so very mutual experience. But now, more than ever, she wanted him inside her. 

He had always been concerned she might be a bit tired or a bit sore after cumming, but she remained the trooper – still very wet and very ready. As she lay on her back and he approached her he marveled how lovely she looked – and there was a certain innocent vulnerability to her trembling body. 

His cock was hard and he entered her – slowly, gradually, and she felt the full length of his tool inside her. It felt fantastic. He positioned himself atop her and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She loved how he liked to cradle her head and kiss her as he rode her, caressing her hair. 

She enjoyed his moans as he worked hard for her, thrusting in & out, round & round. Sometimes he would pinch her nipple, or simply grab the back of her leg, always supporting, always enveloping her in him. With what strength she had she thrust up to meet him, coaxing him to increase tempo, until they were both one glorious fucking unit. He was moaning louder now; she loved how he could give so much to her at no cost to his own pleasure. 

She felt another orgasm build and imagined his cum shooting inside her. She enjoyed all the wet slurping noises of sex – this was another part of her erotic make-up – and there were plenty of noises now. It wasn’t long before she came again, delighting in having him inside her, feeling a warm incredible sensation that went from her engaged pussy all the way to her melting face. He came soon after. He held off as long as possible, then allowed his cock to burst forth, shooting all his precious juice into her. 

It was just as she imagined. 

For a long while the couple – the lovers – lie there, still together as one. She could feel his cock retire after its massive campaign. This tickled. 

Moments later they were in each other’s arms, two sweaty bodies, arms enfolded. She knew he would be satisfied with this, but there was still something she wanted to do for him. They would rest for awhile first, though.

Neither were sure how long they napped together, or indeed, whether they napped at all. They seemed lost in a world that was not quite this one, but not quite the next one either. Finally she told him to lie on his back, and propped his head up on a pillow. 

Next she positioned herself just as he liked – curled round so he could reach her rear with his hand, and ensuring that her breasts were dangling on his chest. She began stroking his penis, and he gasped from her deft touch. He loved her soft hands touching him all over. 

Then she took him in her mouth, slowly, gently at first, just savoring the tip, and finally his full length, or nearly all, as much as she could manage. 

Her mouth was warm, enveloping. 

“Mmmmmmmmmm”, he sighed, loving this sensual, intimate experience. She began to alternately suck and stroke, and that’s when she felt his hand begin to wiggle her ass cheek. She couldn’t fully comprehend why this wiggling turned him on so, but she was happy to oblige, and she felt her nipples go rigid as she worked him, gently increasing rhythm, watching him carefully for what felt especially good. 

He rolled his eyes with pleasure now. She knew he would soon experience a deep, full orgasm – one that would strain all his senses to bursting point. She knew that a man’s second orgasm was often more pleasurable than the first (if somewhat less productive). 

Her ass was being wobbled, squeezed and kneaded quite forcefully now, and at times he would cup her breast. She felt her body was his glorious support tool, meant to guide him through this erotic fantasy-world. All at once she felt again his gratitude for having her – the love that was so often and so easily lost in the distractions of modern life. 

He gasped and his breathing became louder, faster. Finally he opened his mouth for air and she knew he was coming; she held him as tight as she could, coaxing him, guiding him, pulling him through this all-too-brief pleasure zone. Again they were one flesh, as close as two people could possibly be. 

This time they slept together, deeply, for the remainder of the night, a night which had been, really, quite fruitful.

Fruit & Ice: Not Only For Eating



When she arrived home late darkness filled the lounge except for the lamp light that reflected off her auburn hair. She had a lustful hunger that had been building all evening from the teasing her man had been giving her before her departure. She knew she could not escape the hunger until she had quenched it; to the end. But with the house quiet and dark, she might just get a greater hunger going before she headed down the hallway.

Seeing a banana sitting there in the fruit bowl, a naughty grin arrived on her face... Hell, this beauty could do the trick. She walked to a leather chair, relaxing into it. The thought crossed her mind that there was actually two hungers because of the lack of dinner earlier, which one was gonna get fulfilled first?... Hell, let’s go for broke and fill them both ;)

She looked down at the button through shirt and jeans she was wearing; deciding there was too much fabric covering the parts needing to be quenched. Lifting her shirt she traced the length of fruit down the front of her jeans, following the curve of her firm butt. The sliding sensation felt nice, but "nice" was just not going to make the grade tonight. Taking the top button of her jeans she unhooked it, then the next button and then the next... She slid the banana down her stomach along the soft skin, following the opening pathway. No chance of the fruit getting caught on her panties; she wasn’t wearing any.

She glided the fruit up tracing its coldness across her breasts, teasing her nipples to attention through her shirt. Following onto her neck feeling the smoothness against her skin. Thoughts of her lover entered her mind as the banana found her lips with a caressing motion. Her lips danced around its tip, as she longed to lash his tip with her taste buds.

The hallway door opened to him standing there... "I think the plan to eating a banana is to take the skin off first." he said with a smirk on his face after noticing her fly half undone.

"True, but I thought I’d have a little fun with it first... I have two hungers this evening. Come sit at my feet and enjoy." 

Now standing in front of her with wanton eyes locked on each other he lent down to kiss her sweet lips, but she playfully pushed him to her feet. 

"I think there will be no interaction of our sensual skins just yet, the skin of this fruit is calling my name. Sit." She raised herself up from the chair, her sweet body standing only inches from his face...She slowly reached for the buttons on her shirt and undid them exposing her freckled cleavage, while keeping an artful gaze upon him. He noticed her nipples were already standing to attention. The remaining buttons on her jeans she opened with one hand while the other hand slipped to where the length of yellow fruit had been moments before. Both her hands grasped the denim as it slowly slid over her waist, across her butt, down those silky thighs. She bent over while turning side on, to slide the fabric past her knees. Her butt made him lick his lips. He yearned to reach out and touch those firm cheeks and caress their softness, but he was the voyeur ...for now.

Her bare feet picked up the jeans and tossed them into his lap... He buried his face in them, drinking her body perfume that had penetrated the material. She chuckled for she knew the thoughts running through his mind. She turned; returning to a reclining position in the chair. 

Taking the banana she traced it down her front, taunting her nipples one by one, then around her navel, heading to the neatly trimmed auburn snatch that was building with power. Lifting one leg over the arm of the chair, showing more of herself to the eyes sitting in front of her. The fruit also given more room to explore the features of her body. Its yellow length was trailed down over the folds of her womanhood, it worked its way to part the folds that were shinning in the dim light. It adventured along the path she allowed with her hands. It parted the folds while coating its end with texture of liquid honey.

Honey, mmmmmm she liked the taste of honey. She raised the banana up in front of her looking at the wetness now on it, her fingers slid easily down its skin. It found it’s way to her mouth. Her tongue protruded to touch and taste that honey. She spoke to the man in front of her with a wink, "It does taste as good as it looks."

Taking the banana back down to her golden snatch this time her fingers parted her sweet folds; the fruit disappeared from sight as it entered to feel the silken internal walls of her body. She exercised the yellow length in and out of her, moaning at the indulgence of it. She peeped to see a lustful look of concentration on her man’s face. Removing the fruit from inside, she leaned forward to slowly run its length along his lips, he parted to receive. The perfume found him before the sensual taste intruded on the taste buds of his wanton tongue. A small whimper escaped his lips at the arousal he found tasting what had just been inside this sexual being lounged in front on him. She watched him lick the fruit clean of herself. True desire came to her seeing the erotic delight on his face. "Don’t ever call me selfish will you," She grinned at him.

She sat back in the chair again. The fruit finding its home of darkened velvet walls. It was as if the fruit had a mind of its own as it sunk to her depths, then retreating to tickle and massage her clit, repeating again and again. 

She raised the banana and peeled the skin half way down its length. Taking the now smooth flesh of the fruit she slid it down between her folds to inside her. Her moisture covered it as it slid easily in and out of her. She raised it to her mouth and nibbled at its end, feeding another hunger. Then she plunged back inside her the length, working it with her internal muscles, gripping and then releasing. Now taken back to be licked of its juices and have bits nibbled from it. The taste of her honey was making her so horny.

Turning the fruit to the skin covered end she plunged it back past her trimmed red hair. A stimulated moan escaped her mouth as the fruit rubbed against her button of motivation. As the fruit plunged itself in and out of her auburn snatch, her free fingers massaged her clit until no longer she could hold back the craving that had built inside her body and mind. The sight of the man sitting there watching the fruit diving in and out, like she longed for him... the memory of his sweet lips licking her personal juice from the fruits length was to much to bear. Her back arched up off the chair as the friction of fingers and fruit sent shock waves of orgasmic delight through her body. Her face winced while a hunger was being fulfilled. Her head dropped as the sexual tension was released from her body, her breathing was laboured from moments past of dizzy heights...

The man in front of her ached from her performance. God, she looked so beautiful. He knelt before her reaching to bring her body to his. Encasing her in his arms he felt her labouring heart beat on his chest, while running his hands through her hair. He told her of the sensual things he had witnessed and how much it meant to him. He raised her face to meet his saying, "Do you think you are the only that knows how to tease the hell out of a person?" Their eyes smiled softly, a chuckle escaped them both as he kissed her forehead. 

He raised himself off the floor and went over to inspect the fruit bowl. Only a navel orange was there, with a wicked chuckle in his throat he headed to the freezer. Returning to her now sitting in the chair slightly more composed than a few minutes ago, he instructed of her. "Remove my clothing from the waist down." She leaned forward to unzip his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Gazing up at him she said, "I always knew you were a hussy... you aren’t wearing any underwear." He laughed, knowing it was something she enjoyed of him. 

She reached to fondle his hardened length in front of her, but he bent his torso back from her reach saying, "No, what makes you think you can touch when I wasn’t allowed to. Now stand up and unbutton my shirt." As she undid the buttons she brushed her body against him feeling him there jabbing at her. She opened his shirt to feel the hair on his chest and run her fingers through it, but he gently took her shoulders and guided her back down into the chair. He returned to sit cross legged on the wooden floor at her feet beside the ice bucket.

He took the orange in his hands biting the top off it, while starring at her. His fingers slid under the skin of the fruit, folding back its covering to reveal the soft inside. She watched the layers of skin fall to the floor, her eyes also keeping track of the movement of his own hard length as it swayed from the movement of his body. 

His mouth went to the top of the fruit, biting in to remove the centre pale skin of the fruit, leaving a gaping hole in it’s centre. His fingers plunged into the hole parting the fruits segments slightly to allow a wide girth. Juice ran down his fingers and hands. His mouth moved to his hand and while gazing hard at her, he licked the pathway of the juice to his fingertips, then trailing around the edge of the fruits open hole. 

Collecting further orange juice on his fingers he leant forward to trace down her own folds that moisture held. She could not help but reach to massage her own hole and juices.

Leaning over he took a cube of ice and ran it along his lips, his tongue licked the water that melted with his hot breath. She uttered a soft word from her own mouth, "Tease." He snickered while placing the ice between his teeth. Then lunged the ice into the cavity of the orange. He took a finger, slowly playing with the ice in its home, moving it up and down along the fleshy tunnel. Her fingers played with her own fleshy tunnel. His tongue tickling the edge of the fruit. Her fingers tickling her button. His eyes taunting her with the actual meaning to his play. 

She leant forward and whispered to him, "I was wrong, you are not a hussy, you are a whore." He laughed as he knew he had her all worked up into a frenzy. With that he took the orange within his hands and squeezed the juice all over his chest and body. 

"You really think I’m going to sit here and take that," she smiled a flustered look. She removed her shirt, leant forward grasping the fruit from him while she sunk down beside him, then squeezed the juice over her breasts. 

"If you wanna lick some juice baby, try this." He reached with his tongue to track the lines of juice that ran down her cleavage. He tasted the tang that had ventured onto her nipples. Her hands moved to massage the orange itself over his hard dick. He removed his shirt, then wrapping his arms around her, bringing their lips and naked bodies together. Juices from each other played together as lust lashed with their tongues.

He reached for more ice and trailed it down her back. She arched at the coldness of it, moaning with pleasure. He traced it up around her neck, then followed the pathway with his warm tongue. She reached for ice and trailed it down his chest and around his nipples. Her mouth then sucking the coldness from the nipples bringing them sensual delight.

Playfully pushing him to the floor on their sides she turned so her head was in front of his manhood. She breathed deep, sighing at the splendour of it. The smell of the sweet citrus made her lean forward for his taste and texture. She licked down the paths that veins and juice took. She moaned at the indulgence it brought her, knowing that it also pleasured him.

His ice now found another trail, for in front of him lay her sexy freckled thighs and glowing pussy. He traced the ice down her thighs and along the edge of her trimmed pussy. He gently lifted her leg and traced the folds that were covered in juice supreme. Sliding the ice down inside her silken walls she squirmed at its touch. He leaned forward to breathe warm air over her entrance, the ice tricking out from the heat of her. His fingers brought the ice out from her depths into his mouth, her inner body having added such enticing flavour to the watery cube.

They played while taunting each other, her taking him inside her mouth, deeper and deeper, stroking her throat, thrusting back and forth. Massaging his sack with her fingers, moulding it with her open mouth. Running her hands down his thighs and up along his torso with massage, teasing the pathways with the coolness of ice and the hotness of her tongue. Tasting the citrus juice among his body sweat lured her mind into heavenly places. Her hands and mouth licked, stroked and seduced him to heights that had been building all evening.

He lashed at her pussy with his mouth, his lips kneading her clit, teasing it to full attention. His fingers riding her insides with satisfaction, feeling the silky texture, tasting all of her she released to him. Trailing ice over her stomach while nibbling along the pathway it left. Then down her thighs which brought the moans from her he longed to hear. 

They built to an exhilaration that could hold no more. They moaned and groaned at the touch of each other, ice and juices mingling together in ecstasy. Neither felt the hard floor beneath them, only the sexual glory that racked their bodies and souls. Release was then brought by the mouth of the other, his seed shot forth to fill her throat, she drank of him with enthusiasm. She squirmed as her juices smothered his face as her clit throbbed in total surrender to him. Their breathing was ragged and heavy, they were somewhere they hungered for... release at the rapture of each other.

They fell into each others bodies with sweat and shivers entangling; groans of bliss escaped them. Gentle sensual kisses were placed upon each other to let the other know they were more than damned happy to be laying on a hard floor covered in life’s fruit. Either it being the fruit of the earth or themselves.

She turned to come face to face with him, he opened his arms to bring her to his chest. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, his fingers toyed with her hair, they lay there in a sigh... a sigh of total satisfaction...



Fruit Ch. 01



You were sated from the sucking I had just given you. Your body still tingling, still feeling the softness of my lips wrapped around your shaft, still tasting yourself upon my lips as we kiss again. Your eyes eagerly observing every inch of my body as it lay next to you. Your hands following where your eyes have been, touching the slightly sweat covered skin with the lightest of traces. I have just pleased you the way you have imagined it all day, now you want to please me in return. This too, you have thought about. 

You look into my eyes, and with a wink and a smile you tell me you have something for me too. You get up out of the bed, leave the bedroom for just a moment and return with a platter. It is covered in little dishes of fruits and syrups and a tub of whipped cream. I giggle at the site of it. I know how you love to explore my body with your tongue. Tasty treats spread over another tasty treat.

You have me bite into a strawberry, the deep red juices coating my full lips. You take the now exposed inner flesh of the berry and lightly swirl it around my nipple. The cool from it makes my nipple instantly hard, and sends a shiver through my body. You lean over and begin to suck, changing the cool sensation instantly to warm as your mouth envelops it. Tongue lapping up any remaining juice you may have missed. You draw the strawberry across my chest, from one nipple to the other. Your tongue eagerly following closely behind. Devouring me and the berries sweet taste with zeal, you let out the lightest of moans of pleasure. How you love to lick me, taste me, please me.

You finish the berries last morsel, toss the stem onto the platter, and look to see what treat you would like next. The sliced peaches now look extremely tempting. You take the bowl, and begin to place the peaches randomly on my belly. From between my breasts, down to my panty line. The cool juices set off a fervor of sensations on my skin. 

You smile, kiss me once again, and begin to work your way down my body. Your tongue moist and warm, begin licking the syrupy sweetness off of my smooth skin. You slowly take each peach slice into your mouth as you encounter them, and enjoy them heartily. The mixture of flavors from being warmed by the heat of my body are what you are really enjoying. Tasting me in the juices of the fruit. 

You have worked your way through this peach delight, to find yourself within inches of what you are really wanting. Your hunger for food may be taken care of for now, but your hunger for me has only continued to grow. You slip your hand under the string of the thong I am wearing, and with my lifting of my body, you are able to work it slowly down my legs. Your hands caressing my leg as you slide the soft lacy fabric down.

Exposed before you, shaven with just the slightest of hair framing it like a picture, is the hot and wet sex you have wanted. My sweet smell very evident to you, intoxicating your senses. You so much just want to dine on me, but you want this to last, to raise the heat further. You look at the treats left on the platter, and choose the whipped cream.

You take your finger and run it through the soft cream. Looking with excitement, you begin to trace the path you want to take next. Starting at the top of my sex, you ever so slowly draw your design. Making me writhe with pleasure feeling the touch of your fingers and the impending wetness of your tongue, a soft whispered breath escapes my lips. You get more cream on your finger and draw it down in matching fashion. The cream now framing me from the top of my pussy down each side between my wet lips and thighs. You are taking your time, enjoying all of me.

Moaning yourself, you crawl between my legs, look for a moment at your painting, and begin to lick in long slow strokes. My sweet female juices already mixing with the cream. You flick with the tip of your tongue the outer edges, making me want so much more. You follow the creams trail, from the left side, across the top, and back down the right side. With each lick, driving me higher into heated desire. You suck lightly on me to remove the last of the cream. The mixture of sucking and slurping sounds make me smile, knowing how much you are enjoying yourself.

The cream now completely gone, you reach for the last item you want. A small container of honey in a squeeze bottle. You warm the bottle in your hands slightly. Opening the top with one hand, running your fingers over my swollen clit with the other, you tease me with a smile. Gently you pour the sticky fluid over my clit, letting it run down to join with my wetness. Your fingers flip back the top and toss the bottle aside, as your tongue begins to madly lap up the sweet honey mixture. You thirsted for this taste, dreamed of it, let the smell of my own honey engulf your mind. 

You are eating me with a consuming hunger. My moaning gets louder with each flick of your tongue. My hips moving, wanting you to eat me, make me cum, send me to the heavens. I pull your head closer, legs wrapping around your back, pressing you in deeper. Your face, buried deep within my legs, tongue darting in and out, lips eagerly sucking on me........my mind begins to explode as each sensation pulls me toward climax. The stroking of your tongue on my clit, licking the sweet honey taste, faster you lick, your tongue almost dancing in rhythm to the contractions within. Gasping for air, I let out a long delicious cry of ecstasy. With lustful delight, you suck all of my juices and honey, letting my clit experience the last warm caresses of your tongue.



Fruit Ch. 02



After we have completely satisfied each other, we gain enough strength to shower off the remains of our sumptuous desert feast. Showering with you is always enjoyable. We laugh, toss water at each other, soap suds are everywhere! You towel off, then towel off the one spot on me that I can't quite reach when you are around. 

Back into the bedroom, looking at the platter and mess we have made, we laugh with delight. We are an inventive couple. Keeping it fresh and new, bodies always aching for each others touch, learning so much more as we go along. I know every sweet spot on your body, how my touch, my tongue, my warm, wet sex makes you feel. 

We quickly change the sheets, and flop down into bed, not from exhaustion, but from the pure consumption of sexual energy we have used. We kiss a soft, yet passionate kiss, and off to sleep for that light nap that will return our vigor. It is not terribly late, and neither of us has to work with it being the start of the weekend. Our bodies snuggle close, you behind me, spooned against my naked body. You can smell the sweet scent of my hair as you drift off to sleep.

I glance at the clock and see it is just after 6 p.m. Thoughts of you spill into my head as I too begin to float into dream land. Your eyes, as you looked at me when you came in me last, your gentle sighs of pleasure as you made me cum, so many visions and sounds to keep me company as I go to sleep....

I awaken from a beautiful state of dreaming, not quite sure if I am still dreaming or if I am truly awake. My body is tingling with the touches I have felt in my dreams, yet they seem very real and intense. Not fully conscious to all that is happening, my body begins to respond on its own. I feel your hand between my legs, slowly massaging my clit, fingers dancing in and out of me. My head swimming in this envelopment of sensations. I begin to wake more with each stroke from your fingers. My hips joining you in rhythm as you heighten my arousal.

I can feel you behind me, your hard shaft pressed to my skin, massaging it against me in your own hips rhythm. Fully aware of all that is going on, I open my legs to you. Your hand now stroking me fully, feeling how wet I have become by your play. I reach behind to get to your silken shaft. Caressing you from balls to head, your pre-cum lubricating each sensual stroke, I hear your breathing deepen. A purr escapes my lips. 

You use one finger, then two, dipping into my wetness. Massaging my g-spot as you dart your fingers in and out, using the palm of your hand against my clit, you are driving me mad with the desire to feel you in me. You know you have set off the excitement you have wanted. You pull your hand away, putting your fingers to your mouth to suck off my juices that you so love to taste. 

You stay behind me, gently lifting my right leg over yours. You take your shaft in your hand and begin to massage my entrance, soaking it thoroughly. Slowly you press inside of me, my body arching to enfold you deeper. You feel my muscles wrap around you like a warm, wet, caressing hand. Each movement in and out of me is stroking you completely. I change my focus on which muscles I want to use, tightening deep within to savor and caress the head. You love how I can work them to create just the right amount of pressure and friction. I alternate movements, almost like contractions, feeling every inch of you within me. Tipping my hips back a bit, my muscles now keeping you centered to work my g-spot. Each thrust in and out caressing that heavenly spot. Your pace begins to quicken, driving into me with such excitement. 

Your hand reaches around to stroke my engorged clit. I cannot hold back the orgasm much longer, and I begin to thrust with you, riding your shaft, riding your fingers as they work over me. You feel the spasms inside of me deepen. You try to hold back the wave of impending orgasm coming over you, but you too, can't stop it now. Each thrust bringing wave after wave of divine pleasure. Moans of passionate cry's fill the room. Exploding together into sweet climax, I feel your cum flooding me, mixing with my own release. Your body twitching as each spurt of cum is milked out by my silken muscles. 

Our bodies still wrapped together, your softening shaft still inside me, not wanting to be released from my warmth. We lay there in the afterglow of our union, enjoying every feeling of our closeness. 

I look at the clock and let out a giggle...it's 7:15. How fast you recover when you are near me.



Fruit Cup



Arthur appeared one Friday evening at Sandy's door carrying a small woven basket.

"Good evening, Princess, I come bearing gifts."

"You didn't have to--you've always come without them," she smiled, embracing him with a bearhug and a deep-tongued kiss. He responded in kind, leaving the basket on a side table and wrapping his arms around her firm back. Their lips met again, he gripped her firmly and tilted backwards, sucking her breath away as he did so. Sandy's head spun at the sudden weightlessness and lack of air. He was slim and yet so strong, so gentle, so touching, so right.

Arthur let her down and shared smiles as she shook her head. He stroked her chin and let his hands slide down over her tee shirt, tracing the upturn of her breasts to her nipples. There he dallied, lightly stroking and pinching the peaks as they hardened, Sandy sighed and the two lovers kissed and licked each other's cheeks and ears.

Arthur could feel his cock thickening beneath his shorts. "Shall we go upstairs or just collapse on the stairway?"

"Ohh," she sighed, labia swelling beneath her skirt and belly. "What's in the basket?"

"For that we need something more romantic than a staircase."

"Come on, then," Sandy hugged and kissed him again, grabbed the basket and led up the stairs.

In her room, the windows were open and a breeze wafted in from the sea, bearing the sound of the tide on the beach and the smell of salt, sand, and rosehips. The bedside lamp glowed a mellowed yellow white as they entered, arms around each other's waist, kissing and nipping one another on lips, eyebrows, cheeks, and ears.

"You're hungry tonight, good thing I brought plenty of food."

"I've got what I want," she replied, unzipping and pulling down his shorts. She dropped to her knees and nuzzled the bulge in his briefs.

"Oh, Sandy," and he stood over her, hands combing through her thick mane as she nipped the waistband with her teeth and pulled hard. His tool strained stiffly before the cloth released it, springing up in bright red salute. She inhaled Arthur's cock with her lips and cheeks, licking vigorously up and down and around its length as they moved backwards toward the bed's edge where Arthur sat. His legs felt weak; Sandy kept swallowing him, soaking his erection with her saliva while her tongue ran under his close-cropped balls, a soft and moist sandpaper rasping over his wrinkled tightness. He held and caressed her head less for control than for the added bond between them, for Arthur loved the way she treated his cock. He looked down at the connection between them, Sandy sucking and pulling back on his shining penis until she held nothing but the cap between her lips. She gently ran the edges of her teeth sideways past the underside while her tongue nuzzled the head and teased the seeping hole.

"Ahhh, Princess, you're exquisite," Arthur sighed. She said nothing but ran back up his length, gulping him until her nose dipped into his pubic hairs. Sandy held her breath and consciously relaxed as the tip of his tingling cock hit the back of her throat. The gag nerves deadened and relaxed, her nose now pressed against his pubis. Then, gripping his tensing buttocks, fingers crawling toward his anus, she swallowed further, until the head of his cock went down her throat.

"Oh God!" he yelled, now taking her head in earnest and accelerating her back and forth motions. "Sandy, I'm coming, yes, yes. . ."

But not fast enough for her--she dropped one hand between her legs and up under her skirt to cover her fingers with her pussy's juices, and brought them back to his ass, where she oiled his ring and plunged her middle finger beyond.

"Ooooh!" Arthur exclaimed and then again as Sandy's finger pressed down and massaged his prostate. Combined with the motion and sucking grip of her mouth upon his engorged cock, the sensation was exquisite. Arthur gripped her skull and drove his member and a long shot of sperm down her throat.

"Yes, yes, yes," he cried, hands relaxing after the initial ejaculation. Sandy gasped around his penis, her mouth welling with his come. Arthur pulled her up as she swallowed, kissing her forehead. ‟That was so sweet, thank you, Princess," he murmured as she crawled atop him and joined her lips to his.

"Ulp," he gurgled with some surprise when Sandy poured some of his salty sperm in his mouth. They rolled across the bed in a tight embrace until Sandy lay on her back while he smiled down on her.

"So what did you bring for me?"

"Ah," he said, caressing her belly and breasts under her shirt. ‟Something sweeter. I'd call it a main course and undress is mandatory."

They pulled off each other's shirts and Sandy's skirt. Now naked on the bed, they caressed one another's bodies, smooth palms and fingers on smooth skin and fuzzy hair. His penis was still limp but her pussy awakened further with his touches, labia parting in anticipation of something filling.

"Here, Sandy," Arthur said as he reached into the basket. "Fresh strawberries picked just for you this afternoon. Lie back, my sweet one, and let me feed you."

"Mmmm," she responded as he pushed the rounded red tip into her mouth. The berries were no bigger than the end of his thumb, intensely red, ripe and flavorful. Now she bit into the tender fruit, lips closing on the stem held by his fingers. "Deelicious."

Another berry whose body she crushed, juice exploding within her mouth. "Deelectable."

And another, "Deelightful," and she nibbled at his red-stained fingers. Arthur dipped them further into the wet redness of her mouth and leaned down to add his tongue to the proceedings. He pressed his body upon hers and, taking one of the hulled strawberries from the basket, crushed it within his other hand and smeared it down the conjunction of their bodies, from her breast to her hip. He grabbed another and fed her, now slipping off her body and alternating berries between her eager gullet and the broad expanse of her pale-skinned torso. In short time Sandy was coated in strawberry pulp and juice, and she was swooning from the flavor and smell and the firm movements of Arthur's hand.

"Here's a pretty sight, strawberries and cream!"

And he began licking her, from the slopes of her breasts, where bits of berry stuck, down to the slope of her belly where the juice had run into the cropped thicket of her mons. Arthur took his time, savoring the taste of the berries and the texture of her flesh. 

"You are so sweet, Sandy," he whispered between little licks flicking up to her stiffened nipples. She writhed in response, sighs escaping her berry-stained mouth. "How tasty is my little princess," as he flattened out his tongue and laved the mound of her belly. By now, one hand stroked her far haunch while the other slid under her near thigh until she lifted her knee. He continued to lap down to the fuzz of her delta, his finger sliding from thigh to open, seeping pussy.

"And here we have strawberries and peach fuzz," he whispered. Arthur caressed her with fingers and tongue, now a stiffer point pushing down to the top of her slit. Stopping at the hood topping her budding pink clitoris, he reached for the basket.

"May I feed you again?"

Sandy writhed with sensation. "Feed me, fill me, eat me, yesss."

"That's what I thought." Arthur took the berries and began inserting them in her vagina. Each time he kissed the hood and brushed his tongue down the folds of her thighs and pussy, down along the lips as the fruit disappeared within her. Two, three, four . . . nine, ten, eleven, it seemed she was limitless in capacity. Sandy clutched the sheets and felt her cunt filling with fruit and sensation. She tingled with the feelings gathering, spreading to other nerve endings between her hips and back to her spine.

At last Arthur stopped and moved around to lie between her legs. He was looking directly at her pussy, now bulging with slickened fruit, some of which were barely lodged between her lips.

"Sandy, you are so sexy, your pussy full of sweet fruit, held in by the muscles of your warm white thighs. I look up to see the creamy roundness of your belly, licked and washed by my tongue; the pointed peaks of your straining nipples, that my hands strive to grasp; and the passion so evident on your open face, that I long to kiss and hold again. But first, I must eat the fruit of your body, the red juicy sweetness of your lovely berry-filled pussy."

And he plunged in, sucking the berries from her vagina, letting his lips nuzzle hers while he chewed. He filled his mouth with juice that he drizzled out over her clit, turning it from a moistened, glistening pink to red before closing his mouth around it and sucking up the mix of her and the berries' essences. Sandy began to heave, her hips rocked, her thighs clenched around Arthur's head, driving his face farther into her sweet mound where taste and smell converged. She could feel the remaining berries still filling her cunt, rolling over one another as his tongue lapped up from below to take another before stroking around top of her pussy.

:OOOHH!" Sandy bucked again, the stars exploding the spectrum behind her closed eyes. Arthur gasped for breath before her legs gripped him again, his hands reaching along her arching ribs for her breasts.

"YES! YESSSS! AAOOW!" she screamed, and two strawberries shot into Arthur's open mouth between her shivering labia. He chewed, dripped, and slurped at her clitoral pool, driving her to another massive contraction. Sandy shouted wordlessly as more berries emerged from her depths. Her body was slick with sweat and as he squeezed her breasts he rotated his tongue around her clit, faster and faster, while Sandy bucked and bucked, her legs folding in a grip around his back and keeping him from being dislodged. POW! POW! POW! went her orgasm--or orgasms, for it was impossible to tell where one ended and the next started--until the strawberries were consumed by Arthur in the depths of her flowering, fruiting, flowing vagina.

Sandy lay slack, the soft lamplight illuminating the sheen on her gently heaving body, her half-open mouth, her half-closed eyes, and Arthur's head resting on her hip next to her exhausted gap. Bits of juice remained among her labia and thatched hairs; Arthur slowly reached for them with soft kisses, giving Sandy delicate aftershocks. Finally he slid up beside her on the pillow, wiping her brow and kissing her cheek.

"Sandy," he whispered, "my fountain of plenty, I worship at your cornucopia."

"Arthur, that was amazing." She stroked his hair.

"So what's for dessert?"



Fruit Fly in the Pie



Our story begins with the seemingly humble Drosophila bifurca, otherwise known as the fruit fly. The Department of Entomology and Nematology at UC Davis is researching and observing the life cycle of the fruit fly. We have a team of graduate students clamoring for the prized position of research assistant to one Dr. Witt. It seems the research position has gone to Hannah. An intelligent, if somewhat naive, girl Hannah is short and plump, yet very pretty. Her classmates assume she is sleeping with the professor to merit the position. Hannah is very arrogant and flaunts her superior position over her classmates.

Lecture Notes:

Drosophila bifurca has been found to produce reproductive material (sperm) up to 20 times its own body size. The sperm of a 6 foot tall man, if proportionate to that of the champion fruit fly, would be about 120 feet long. The female fruit fly can lay up to 500 eggs at a time. 

Hannah: The test lab is prepped for the evening and my lab reports have all been completed and are on your desk, sir.

Dr. Witt: Excellent! Go on and head home for the night. You deserve a rest.

Hannah: Thanks. Have a great night.

Hannah exits and Paul enters.

Paul: Do you think she suspects anything?

Dr. Witt: Not a thing. She's naive enough to believe she was the best qualified to be my assistant. Poor girl. She doesn't come close to matching your sheer brilliance or ambition!

Paul: She definitely wouldn't have the stomach for the true nature of this "project". 

Dr. Witt: But she will make the perfect test subject for our specimen. 

Both men enter the actual lab together. There they stand looking down on a humanoid figure strapped down to the lab table. His long proboscis, insect-like features, human proportions, and human limbs are indicative of an insect-human hybrid. He patiently watches the two men, his creators, as they scheme. Seeing that their nefarious plan is in place, each goes on to his respective home.

The next evening.

Hannah: I'm all finished for the day. If you don't need anything else from me I'll go ahead and leave for the night.

Dr. Witt: I've actually got a surprise for you. Due to all of your dedicated hard work I'm going to take you on a tour of my actual lab. I figure it's time for my assistant to see what my research is in action.

Hannah is beyond excited, chomping at the bit to sneak a peek at this brilliant man's pet project. As they enter the lab together Hannah is shocked to see Paul, the Doctors assistant from last semester who rumor had it had been escorted off of campus. As she prepares to speak she is quickly injected with tranquilizer and is gently lowered onto the lab table and her legs into stirrups. She is then stripped, restrained, and gagged for good measure.

Paul: She sure has a nice rack and a pretty little pussy. Are you sure we can't test her out first?

Dr. Witt: No tampering with the test subjects! This is the perfect time and we cannot wait until she is ovulating again.

Both men stand back and admire their handiwork. A rattling sounds from the back room as the humanoid senses the pheromones of the ovulating female. Hannah starts to rouse and immediately attempts to scream around the gag.

Paul: Good idea with the gag. 

Dr. Witt: Now calm yourself Hannah or else you will get no explanation.

Hannah visibly attempts to calm herself, taking deep breaths.

Dr. Witt: Good. As I'm sure you realized Paul is still my assistant. We needed an appropriate female test subject for our breeding program. We have been attempting to cross breed humans and fruit fly hybrids. However, female flies and human men are incompatible. So we have decided to try the opposite. After mutating genes of normal fruit flies and then that of their ever growing offspring, in a few decades we have produced a humanoid fly-human crossbreed. Congratulations, you are our newest test subject!

At the mention of breeding program Hannah starts to fight again. She looks about wildly as she comes to the realization she is in trouble and the good doctor is actually a mad scientist.

Dr. Witt: Now stop that or I won't elaborate on our plan. That's better. After I revealed my research to Paul he was inspired to take part, however not as active a part as you will play. In the interview process you had to submit to special testing, including DNA. According to your results the "useless" extra DNA in your genetics makes you more susceptible to being crossbred. You have won the genetic lottery! Don't look so worried this is purely for the sake of scientific advancement. Looks at his watch. You're going to be a mother at this time tomorrow! The injection I gave you was part tranquilizer and part gene therapy to induce some of the extra genes to kick in and help increase fertility.

After giving his spiel, he instructs Paul to prep the humanoid. Paul comes back leading him into the lab. No prodding was necessary as natural instinct kicked in and the humanoid was drawn to the copious feast laid out before him like a fly to honey. He scented her pheromones and was drawn ever closer to the lab table. Looking down on Hannah spread out for the taking his proboscis was working double time, complexly sensing her readiness to mate. Hannah started to protest the best she could, thrashing about wildly and further exciting the humanoid. Hannah attempted to close her legs as he stepped between them. The stirrups held them open as far as they could go, giving him perfect access to breed her. Sensing her unwillingness, the fly instincts told him to lap at her genitalia with his proboscis. 

For this being rape, it sure felt good to Hannah. Adrenaline had started pumping as she had sensed the danger she was in. And that monster fly thingy licking her cunt lips and stroking her clit was starting to make her pussy drip with honey of a different kind. It was a good thing she was gagged or she might betray herself with incessant moaning. The two geeky scientists in the corner taking notes made this act even more embarrassing. Of course being the thorough scientists they are they recorded and taped the whole mating.

Dr. Witt: Notice his use of the fruit fly behavior of using his proboscis to encourage her to mate. 

The hybrid gently pushed his proboscis into her pussy, lapping at the sweet nectar of the highly fertile female. His human instincts pushed him farther up her luscious body to burrow into her huge tits, allowing his almost human looking cock to come into contact with her pussy. This caused Hannah to squirm almost uncomfortably. His cock felt huge and thick, and she hadn't ever had one. As his proboscis investigated her nipples, causing them to become rock hard, his cock probed at her pussy, starting to push in. Being a fly hybrid, he knew nothing about virginity. And the two men of science, having no common sense, hadn't realized they might need to accommodate for the tightness. Encountering a barrier, he shoved his dick into her with more force, unintentionally hurting her tender virgin pussy.

She started to cry a little from the pain, shaking from the adrenaline rush. Her hymen breaking, blood covered the hybrids cock, spreading onto the lab table. The foreign invasion caused Hannah some discomfort, but it started to feel a little better. He started thrusting harshly into her pussy, still teasing her nipples to stand erect. It was starting to feel very good. Very good indeed. Her pussy was now sopping wet with her own juices and blood. It was all too much for her. Her pussy started pulsing, squeezing the huge cock inside her repeatedly as she came hard. After what felt like forever, the hybrid came as well. His cock in her as close to her cervix as it could get, he started to unload his ridiculous amount of semen. 

His semen was one continuous coil, entering Hannah's uterus and folding over itself as it started to bulge her belly out. After a few minutes of continuous insemination from a member of the species with the record size for sperm, she looked about 6 months pregnant. Oh my, Hannah thought to herself, at this rate I'm going to look like the queen of sea cows. Along with the bulging belly Hannah's tits became tender, accumulating milk and becoming heavier. They had started out as 38 DD's. Presently they were somewhere in the H range and continuing to grow. Her nipples had been small and pink. They were now the size of small dinner plates and the color of an overripe tomato. The skin on her tits and belly was so overstretched it was shiny and covered in stretch marks. Her tits were so full of milk begging to be released that her nipples stuck out at least 3 inches. Finally the impregnation completed, the humanoid stepped back and admired his mate.

Paul: That was even hotter than any insect porn I've ever seen. Too bad I couldn't have rubbed one of really quick.

Dr. Witt: For all of your brilliance you sure are a pervert! We will leave the soon-to-be parents to recover and will reconvene in the morning.

Paul removes the gag from Hannah and exits. 

Feeling the need to nourish his mate, the humanoid chooses the most select pieces of fruit from the bowl and hand feeds her. Finally regaining her composure, she ineffectively attempts to instruct him on how to free her from her bondage. Hannah finally gives up and accepts her fate.

Hannah's belly continues to grow. The humanoid stands watch over her, making sure the pregnancy progresses safely. Her tits swell to at least 3 cup sizes bigger. By morning the octomom had nothing on her ridiculously huge belly and her tits looked big enough to feed an army. By the time Dr. Witt and Paul arrived in the lab to see the progress, her offspring had started to move about in her uterus, making her extremely large belly roil. 

Dr. Witt: She's even bigger than we had estimated. 

Paul: There must be at least 10 in there. He fed her all 10 gallons of fruit. We will have to order more quickly for the birthing pool.

24 hours after her breeding, Hannah's back started to ache even more than what was caused by being strapped to the lab table all night. Never having been pregnant before, she didn't understand the process her body was undergoing.

Hannah: OH. This is really starting to hurt. Can't you idiots give me some Tylenol or something? 

Dr. Witt: You're going into labor Hannah. We cannot allow any drugs into your system because we do not know how your offspring will react. We can try to make you comfortable.

Paul and Dr. Witt remove the bondage and assist the unnaturally large pregnant Hannah off of the lab table and into a shallow inflatable pool placed beside the table. In the process of moving Hannah felt a pop and dirty brownish water gushed out of her still sore cunt. She started to panic as they lowered her gently into the pool. What Hannah had assumed to be water was actually liquid fruit syrup. She started feeling painful contractions, causing her legs to unconsciously spread open. She bit her lip on a scream. The humanoid was back in his area, watching somewhat disinterestedly. 

Hannah: Oh my God this is painful! Get these monsters out of me NOW! It's tearing my pussy apart.

Dr. Witt: You're labor is progressing naturally and normally. And those aren't monsters they are the wonderful product of science. Besides, you're their mother. Now it's time to push!

Moaning, Hannah bore down and pushed as hard as she could. The pain was practically unbearable. She pushed for what felt like forever without any progress. Finally, the infants head pushed into the birth canal. It felt like her pussy was being torn apart. 

She screamed some more then pushed some more. The head finally got to her opening and was started to crown.

Paul: I might not be able to stomach this after all. Watching the baby's head stretch Hannah's poor pussy to the size of a large baseball, he vomited on the floor and fainted.

Screaming, Hannah finally pushed the baby's head out, tearing her perennial area, then followed the body. The doctor plucked the squalling baby out of the liquid, showing him to Hannah for a moment.

Hannah: He... he almost looks human.

Dr. Witt: That's the idea.

Hannah started having contractions again. She painfully birthed out 11 more babies, then passed out.

When she awoke, she was strapped back into the table, her legs spread in the stirrups. She had a plump baby on each nipple, eating like it was their last meal. Her cunt was still severely sore, the doctor having had to stitch her up from the tearing. Her stomach was extremely flabby with the excess skin hanging to either side. She could barely see over her enormously huge milk filled titties. 

Dr. Witt: Ready to go again?



Fruit of Passion



It was a typical Sunday afternoon as she shopped at her favorite produce market, perusing the aisles for her favorite fresh fruits and vegetables, quickly scanning her hungry, blue eyes over the many rows of healthy delights for some occasional exotic fruit the store owner provided. Charlotte was in fine physical condition for a woman of forty-five years and lately, she had been paying special attention to her diet. It wasn't difficult for her to include fruit in her diet, as she loved the varied flavors and textures and also had this kinky passion for the aphrodisiacal power this food held over her. She had had many lovers over the years who romanced her in the typical fashion with flowers and chocolate. "How unimaginative," she thought to herself. Cut flowers eventually die, just as her past relationships had, and chocolate, her favorite poison, if consumed without restraint, would surely transform her sensuous curves. Her addiction for sex, however, was one poison from which she could not abstain. 

Lost in the reverie of her own musing, Charlotte hadn't noticed her surroundings. Suddenly she came back to reality and found herself standing before the most beautiful fruit she had ever seen. A neatly stacked pile of brown Asian pears sat before her, sold individually in cute Styrofoam 'nests' with scalloped edges. Presentation is everything! Her eyes lit up like a child seeing fireworks for the first time. Her lustful desires became overwhelming as she first noticed the womb-shaped fruit and its delicate shade of skin. She imagined herself taking that first bite of juicy, delectable fruit flesh, as a thrilling tingle originated from the center of her being and traveled southward. She felt so devilishly naughty at that moment, sure that every customer in the store would notice the lustful intentions of those punctuated, tell-tale, blue eyes of hers. As she reached for the pear, she was startled by the seemingly sudden appearance of a very tall, handsome man standing before her, reaching at the very same moment, as their hands touched. Charlotte stood a mere five feet tall, dwarfed by comparison of this man who must have been 6'7", with unruly, dark, brown curls and hypnotic blue eyes, an irresistible combination of physical features that placed her under his magic spell. His jaw line was strong and tense, his face had an overall appearance of refined ruggedness. His hands were large, his fingers long and sleek. The stranger's eyes met and locked in each other's gaze for a moment that felt like eternity. 

Her petite hand rested atop his, as he had retrieved the exotic delicacy before her. Charlotte was unsure what action she should take, as she had studied the beautiful stack of freshness and decided on this one particular, perfect fruit. She was quite accustomed to always getting what she wanted. Before she could decide on a course of action, the handsome stranger parted his thick, sensual lips to reveal an impish grin. At that moment, she looked like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in the fury of excitement, her heart palpitating wildly. This man was far more beautiful than the fruit she coveted. Gently she withdrew her hand and he tenderly lifted the pear, his eyes never departing her lustful stare. 

Charlotte began to feel dizzy, her knees weakened, as this gorgeous stranger took one slow step towards the front of the store, signaling with those eyes -- oh, those beckoning eyes! -- for her to follow. Without one word spoken, she heeded his silent command, approaching the cashier on unsteady legs. Her grocery cart full of savory, fresh foods was quickly abandoned and forgotten. She stood next to him in great anticipation as he paid the cashier, nearly swooning at the thought of what may happen next. To Charlotte's surprise, he took her tiny, fragile hand into his own and led her outside the store to his car, walking to the passenger side of his red Porsche. He opened the door and gestured her to sit. He then confidently strode around the front of the car and got in. Again he looked into her eyes and held the large, brown pear in his enormous palm, fingers outstretched. At first Charlotte was confused. Was he offering her the pear or teasing her because he had secured it for himself? As quickly as she attempted to discern his intentions, he moved his hand toward her and silently offered his fruit.

By now, Charlotte was hot and wet with expectation for that first bite of fruit and intoxicated as well, by the scent of his cologne, which delicately permeated the space they now shared. The aroma was musky, delightfully masculine, and mingling with the sweet pear perfume. The moment nearly overtook her senses with delight. 

Gingerly, she accepted the pear and took the first tantalizing bite, as its juice dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Behaving as a fine gentleman would, he removed a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and tenderly blotted each side of her face. Charlotte continued more voraciously now, devouring the fruit but taking care not to spill any more of its succulence, and allowing an occasional soft moan of ecstatic pleasure, as he watched her in silence. 

He shifted his gaze from her for a moment to start the car, glancing over at her once again with contentment, before backing out and driving away from the market. They drove merely one-and-a-half blocks when he made a right turn into a driveway. The ranch house was modest but handsome, with a finely manicured lawn and perfect shrubs. The beautiful stranger turned off the car, proceeded to the outside of her door and opened it. He extended his large, protective hand, which Charlotte happily received, as she rose from her seat like a submissive child. She felt embarrassed too, because her hands were sticky, though her companion did not seem to mind.

Once inside the front door, he led her to the kitchen sink, held her hands under the dispenser as he pumped soap onto them, as well as his own. He caressed them gently and thoroughly, rinsing both sets of hands under the warm water, and dried them with paper towels. 

He had made Charlotte feel quite comfortable and secure and now her body was limp. Her panties were drenched with excitement, the juices of her own fruit ready to be eaten.

He placed his hand gently on her shoulder, traced his long, slender fingers down the front of her eager body to the hem of her shirt, lingering a moment, barely brushing over her breasts. Charlotte submissively raised her hands over her head as he slowly and seductively removed her shirt. With one hand he reached behind her and unclasped her bra to reveal her full sensual breasts. At this point he could no longer remain slow and steady. He drew Charlotte's nipple into his mouth, tugged, traced around the areola, then flicking her hardness with his skilled tongue before taking its mate for several minutes until she could no longer endure his hot teasing. She kicked her shoes off quickly and pulled down her jeans.When she began to remove her lacy bikini panties, he took her hands firmly within his own and proceeded to pull them away from her silky skin with his teeth, all the way down to her ankles. Her entire body was now quivering in hot anticipation.

Following suit, she helped him remove his clothing in a feverish fury. Firmly but tenderly, he cupped his hands around her ass and drew her shaking body next to his. The discrepancy in their unequal stature was almost comical for a moment, as his rock hard cock stood far above her waist. She bent down slightly and sucked, licked and teased his penis until he could take no more. 

The tall stranger placed his hands firmly around her slender waist and lifted her up, setting her on the counter next to the sink. Delicately her pulled her knees apart and hungrily inspected her neatly shaved pussy and her already swollen clitoris. He lowered himself to the floor, and resting on both knees, he began to caress her clit with his anxious tongue. Lightly he teased and flicked, circled around and up and down as she was moaning in sweet ecstasy. He then nibbled lightly with his teeth while she caressed and tugged at her own fully erect nipples. Charlotte was begging him emphatically to bring her to orgasm. Once more he traced around her outer lips with his tongue and then sucked her clit in and out of his hungry mouth. She could feel the tingles in her soft thighs that signaled the onset of sweet release. "Oh, God! Oh, yes!" Charlotte moaned as she exploded into a convulsing orgasm. The beautiful stranger pulled his head back a few inches to watch her pussy, in pure delight and satisfaction. Her juices gushed onto the countertop as she exhaustedly moaned over and over again. He stood before her, and stroked his huge, hard cock until his cum discharged like a volcano and landed on Charlotte's chin and breasts. She swiped her chin with her index finger and sucked his sweet love juice, tossing her head back as she giggled. "It is convenient to be situated next to the paper towels," she thought to herself, as the contented gentleman cleaned the remainder of his sweet spill from Charlotte's breasts and from himself. 

She began to lower herself from the counter, when he quickly reached around her waist and lifted her. She reciprocated his offer by wrapping her soft thighs around him and hugging him tightly around the neck. He kissed her softly and tenderly on the lips, then slowly lowered her to the floor, sighing as she slid down his warm body until her toes touched a solid surface once again. 

The two lovers retrieved their clothing from the floor and quietly dressed, catching each other's calm gaze several times. As he picked up his keys, the two exhausted strangers headed for the car. They sat is silence as he drove her back to the market, and once the car was parked, this beautiful man leaned toward her and brushed back her long tousled hair from her face, and kissed her on the forehead. Relaxed and happily drowsy from the passion and excitement of the afternoon, she smiled and got out of the car. 

"Beautiful stranger, what's your name?" she whispered to herself, as she stood and watched him drive away.



Fruit of the Dogwood Tree



Note and warning: This story is fiction, intended solely for adult readers' entertainment. It contains explicit sex scenes as well as pseudo-intersex themes.

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Hours after the hurricane, not many people were able to get near certain parts of Long Island. I, Elise Watermont, was both able and raring to go. I wanted to check the status of my parents' place. Besides that, I wanted to look around the neighborhood while it was virtually empty. My tiny fishing boat floated high in the water and its motor was extremely quiet. If I used my intimate knowledge of the island, I'd be able to slip into the neighborhood before anyone was expected-or allowed-to return.

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I'd rather not give up any of my secrets by telling you how I prepared for my little excursion. I'll sum up the preparation by saying that I quickly gathered my supplies, made sure I was dressed appropriately, and snuck along the flooded shores at dusk. I'd kept a sharp lookout the whole time I'd floated closer. Things were much busier several miles to the west of my position and I'd planned for that. I made my landing and no one knew that I was there.

In a few minutes, I'd ensured that my parents' "cabin" was secure. Not only was it locked, but its state-of-the-art backup generator was running also. The security system was working. Estimates had said that power would be restored in 4-6 hours, so the generator's fuel would be sufficient to keep everything going for as long as the blackout lasted.

I moved along as soon as I was satisfied. If my parents' security systems was online, the neighbors' systems might be as well. It wouldn't hurt to check.

The "lodge" on the next lot was completely dark. (Why did people call these buildings lodges, cabins, cottages, etc.? They were all mansions for vacationing rich people.) I did a careful check and found the burglar alarm was disabled. Either it had no backup power or that power had run out. In either case, locks were the only things keeping the building secure.

Making quick work of the lock on the rear door, I entered the deserted building and did some speedy looting. Platinum and diamonds: nice and portable! There was sure to be a safe that held property deeds and stock certificates and stuff, but I didn't want to crack safes tonight.

The next vacation house still had alarm protection. The alarm wasn't particularly sophisticated. An expert could get past it in three minutes. It took me two and a half.

I was about five houses along when I spotted something odd. A 6- or 7-meter-tall (about 18 to 22 feet) dogwood tree was standing near the sidewalk that led past the next building. Branches, twigs, and leaves were strewn all over the neighborhood: on the lawns and streets, even on the roofs. But this tree looked in perfect shape.

Well, I wasn't a botanist, so I didn't care much. Dogwoods must be sturdier than most other trees; that would go directly to the trivia section of my brain.

I stood in front of the vacation home and looked around for its anti-theft features.

"Don't be afraid," said a deep, breathy voice far above me.

Who doesn't panic when they get spotted doing something illegal? I ducked and started running.

But something was already around my ankles! I sprawled into the deep, thick, soggy grass.

For just an instant, I got a glimpse of what had spoken. In blind terror, I clawed at whatever was holding me.

"Really, calm down," the voice urged. Two enormous hands gently landed on the lawn, one covering my feet, the other resting near my head. "I will not hurt you."

"Let me go; let me go!" I begged, not daring to look anywhere but at the huge fingers that held my lower legs. Using both my hands, I tugged at the smallest finger. The finger felt warm and smooth, but it did not budge.

"I can't let you go yet. I need your help," said the placid voice. "Look at me; I'm not scary."

There was no escaping this thing, whatever it was. I slowly took my hands from its finger and rolled onto my side. I looked upward.

"What are you?" I whispered. Looking down at me (even from a crouch) was an immense figure. I might have said a woman, but women aren't over three and a half meters (about 11 feet) in height! Even starkly shadowed, (the moon was reasonably bright and the sky was clear now that the storm had blown away) the colors of this enormous creature were amazing: pearly white, tawny golden, and vivid emerald.

The huge creature scowled. "How would you like it if I asked you 'what' you were?" it said quietly. "You could at least ask me 'who' I am."

"From where I'm lying, 'what' is more important," I told the giant.

My big mouth had finally done me in. I shut my eyes and prepared myself for death-by-squashing.

"Okay, human," said the creature, "you have a point, I guess. I am Senthethem. Humans have had a lot of different names for my kind, but now the most common human term for me is 'dryad'."

I laughed.

Whatever had been looped around my ankles was gone, but the enormous right hand of this so-called dryad closed around my torso and lifted me. "Are you trying to be rude?" it asked. Its huge golden eyes overwhelmed my frightened green eyes. I was helpless in the grip of this creature. Again, my eyelids shut and I waited to be crushed.

Senthethem simply held me for a long moment. I knew I was dangling nearly three meters (nine feet) above the ground. Falling from this height could result in a twisted knee or sprained ankle. If this creature decided to drop me, I had to be ready to roll with the jolt of hitting the grass. Then I had to be faster than I'd ever been in my life-

-No. I couldn't outrun a creature whose legs were so much longer tha-

-What was this gigantic thing doing? The feeling of my jacket loosening puzzled me into opening my eyes.

Immense as the hands were, they were incredibly nimble. As deftly as though they were the same size as mine, they'd unzipped my windbreaker and now they were slipping my arms through the sleeves and taking it off me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"If you promise to stop being so impolite, I'll tell you," said Senthethem.

"Yes, I promise. I'm not usually like this; it's just I was so scared and overwhelmed by your size!"

The creature's glowing eyes stared reproachfully at me. "Anyone would have scared you. I know human behavior; I've lived near humans for decades. You were stealing from the unprotected buildings."

"You're right," I said. "Anyway, let me try to apologize. My name is Elise. And you said you wanted something from me, Senthethem. What could you possibly want me to do for you?"

The creature holding me made a sound that reminded me a creek or a brook running over a shallow, rocky bed. Was it laughing? I guessed it was. "Very sudden change of tone, Elise!" said Senthethem. "I don't blame you for that; you realize now that you can't do anything but play along until I release you."

"I'm not stupid," I said. "That said, do you mind if I make one more comment? I don't want to offend you."

"Go ahead," said Senthethem, holding me in such a way that it was almost like I was sitting on a high-backed chair.

"In fairy tales and fantasy, dryads are always human-sized. You seem like a giant."

Senthethem made a clicking sound. (Did it use its tongue to make that sound? Did it even have a tongue?) "Size seems to matter a lot to you," said the creature. "I can't respond well to your comment. I've only known twelve dryads. I've never met a giant; I doubt they exist. But the dryads I know are my size or somewhat smaller. They're all bigger than you are."

I was 182 cm (just barely under six feet) tall. Part of the reason I was so discomfited by Senthethem was that I was used to being taller than those around me, women especially. I was not used to anyone overwhelming me with size. "Thanks for answering me," I said. "Please, ask me the favor you want. I'll do it if I'm capable."

The towering dryad looked grim. "That would be wonderful; I hate forcing humans to help us.

"Quite a long time has passed since I've been able to cross-pollinate. In that time, my two closest neighbors (and lovers) have become separated from me. If you can carry my seed to another dryad and bring her seed back to me, we will have a mystical connection and be able to join ourselves for the rest of the cycle."

Senthethem's immense fingers dexterously unclasped my belt, then the button and the fly of my jeans.

"And how do I do that, exactly?" I asked, hoping with all my might that it wasn't what I was afraid it was. In spite of myself, I was panicking. My hands flew to the waist of my pants and held on, trying to keep them on my body.

I might as well have been playing tug-o-war with an elephant. Senthethem's irresistibly strong hands tugged the pants out of my grasp and off me effortlessly. "Don't be frightened, Elise. I've told you twice already; do not be scared! I won't hurt you."

"You aren't answering me," I said. The dryad took my underwear too. There would be no point in trying to stop it, so I just kept talking, trying to delay it.

"Okay, Elise. The way we dryads use humans as pollinators is a process very similar to human sexual intercourse. But as I have said, I won't hurt you."

"Are you sure?" I cried.

The dryad looked into my eyes. "I'm beginning to think you aren't worthy of the amazing pleasure I planned to give you. Nothing's less attractive than a coward."

I hadn't expected reverse psychology from Senthethem, although I don't know why I hadn't. I said to her, "You clearly understand humans-far better than I understand dryads. Still...you know about romance, I'm sure. You know that humans tend to experience it before they make sexual contact. This is really-it feels like everything's out of sequence."

The dryad held me close to its face.

I saw this curious creature in detail for the first time. It had the features of a beautiful, ageless Mediterranean woman. The dryad's face was a rosy golden color, but its lips (which looked very soft and moist) were a glossy jade green. "I'm glad that you're the human who came here, Elise. You're a very pretty human," Senthethem said. "You smell very nice too; the scent of cucumbers and peaches seems to emanate from you. And although you've been careless with the way you've spoken, you've shown a certain wit and you've even been charming once or twice."

Weird, very weird-a huge tree-woman was chatting me up! Her compliments were sweet though. I found myself saying, "Thank you, Senthethem; I love how you smell and I love the music of your voice! And your eyes: they're incredible. I don't think I've ever seen anything as beautiful as your eyes."

"May I kiss you?" asked the dryad. A little smile had come to her mouth.

She was so much bigger than I was; her kiss would feel strange. She'd just barely feel my lips, wouldn't she? What would it be like to kiss her? "Please do," I said impulsively.

Her lips tasted vaguely familiar, kind of fruity and sharp, like a mix of sour plums and cranberries. They felt soft and cool. Just as Senthethem's fingers had been more nimble than their size suggested, so were her gorgeous lips. The kiss didn't feel weird; in fact, it was scary how enjoyable it was. Senthethem's mouth woke my libido and cranked it up. In response, my hands began stroking her arms and flanks.

(I was thinking of Senthethem as a woman, not an enormous monster; why had that changed?)

Holy fuck, Senthethem's fingers knew exactly how to stimulate my pussy lips! I ran my tongue across hers-she had a tongue, all right; it was velvety and soft despite its enormous size-not caring about any differences at the moment. Her tongue was cool and ridged and luscious.

The enormous dryad manipulated my brown-haired pubic region while she used her very long fingers to slip my camisole's straps from my shoulders and slide the lacy garment to my waist. With amazing dexterity, she drew the camisole over my hips. I was finally naked before her, except for my rings and my crocheted bracelet.

Senthethem displayed her apparently boundless strength. She'd been holding me well above the ground in the same position for several minutes. Then she lifted me still higher. Her mouth left mine, but her tongue stayed, dragging lightly along my flesh. She stopped at my twitching pussy. She licked it deliberately, taking her sweet time.

What was in the saliva her mouth was secreting? Our wonderful kiss ended, I gradually figured out that her plant-like body must produce some strange biochemical substances. These substances must have been intended to make humans willing pollinators. Even as I pondered the ethics of this situation, I sighed my enjoyment of her tongue's sloppy attention. My labia were tingling in a way they never had.

"Senthethem, why are you making me feel this way?" I asked, only mildly concerned.

"Just enjoy it, little Elise," she said.

"I mean, what's the purpose?" I said, still not very concerned.

The gorgeous dryad said, "Sh, don't worry."

My pussy began to buzz and throb. I knew it wouldn't take much more stimulation to get an unbelievable climax. Senthethem began to lower me.

Something bumped against my cunt lips. I looked down.

I grew very concerned.

"It won't hurt a bit, Elise," said Senthethem.

I hoped she wasn't just being optimistic! Between her legs was an alarmingly wide cock-like appendage. What was it, a stamen? It was probably only (hah, only!) 35 cm (14 inches) long, but its girth was at least equal to my fist.

Fucking hell-no sniveling or screaming! I shut my eyes and prepared for death-by-impalement.

But Senthethem's fabulous cunnilingus had had two effects: it greatly diminished pain stimuli and it relaxed my muscles. She turned out to be correct; I was enthralled by the feeling of the immense stamen gradually pushing my lips apart and filling my vaginal passage. My eyelids popped open. With detached, grotesque fascination, I watched my vulva spread wider and wider to envelope the blunt, whitish-pink stamen. I was aware that I was feeling pain on a certain level, but it didn't feel real to me. On the other hand, there was great pleasure. That was real and immediate.

As soon as my pussy had taken the entire phallus-like protuberance, I pushed with my abdominal muscles. I saw surprise in Senthethem's eyes for the first time. "Oh, my wonderful!-lovely!-dryad!" I murmured. "Oh, oh-ooh, feels so good!"

Senthethem's face glowed with approval. "Glad to hear that, my dear human."

"Ooh, glad to say it! Oh! Can I do anything-oh-to make this feel good for you?" I asked.

Senthethem's smile was so wide I thought of the Cheshire Cat. "You're making me feel very nice right now! And there will be more that you can do for me quite soon."

To her credit, Senthethem was careful not to bottom out inside me. She was quite gentle and considerate. She bounced me on her penis-like limb and used her free hand to fondle my totally exposed clitoris. I clung to her with my arms and legs. (It felt awkward, because I couldn't wrap my legs around her. Awkward though it was, I felt much too good to care.) The beautiful dryad used her physical and bio-chemical tools to lead me rapidly to orgasm. Even through my blissful delirium, I could think well enough to realize that she could have deposited her "seed" in me immediately. She was satisfying me out of kindness.

Her seed began to run from between my lips and run along my thighs in gooey rivulets. Senthethem must have delivered her seed. My only thought was that I hoped she didn't stop fucking me. In fact, I hoped she never stopped. This was my only ambition: my new goal in life, getting plowed by this beautiful dryad until the end of time.

"You are beautiful when you climax, little Elise," Senthethem said quietly. Her eyes flashed with amusement. "The flavor of the passage to your womb is fresh and delicious."

(Oh, no! She was done! I felt deep disappointment when she pulled her member from the entrance to my uterus.) "No. Don't stop yet, please," I said.

"I wish to share my pollen, but even more, I wish to share you! My lover Temtheriahm will truly enjoy your scent, feel, and taste.

"I need you to go to her. You can complete the bond and bring us all together. Please, go! Temtheriahm's abode is the strong, full, shapely birch you will find two blocks to the east and one to the north."

Senthethem set me on the rain-dampened lawn.

The huge dryad's chemicals made me suggestible, but I have very strong willpower. I had intended to make my escape as soon as I made it past the farthest reaching branches of the dogwood tree's crown; I thought that that was probably Senthethem's boundary.

My heart wouldn't allow me to run away. I'd promised to help, but I don't mind breaking promises. What mattered was that Senthethem honestly depended on me. She had released me, trusting me to keep my word. How long had it been since she'd last been able to-what had she said-"mystically join?" I couldn't imagine how lonely the life of a dryad would have to be.

But what about my risk? I didn't have much time before people (particularly private security) arrived in the neighborhood. I could be caught.

Enough of that kind of thinking! I'd been selfish my entire life. This was my chance to do something really beneficial for someone else and it didn't matter at all that the people I could help weren't human.

Remembering how Senthethem's tree had stood out because the storm hadn't so much as broken a twig, I looked for an immaculate birch. Once I got around a tall hedge, I saw a beautiful birch with long, graceful limbs. I jogged toward it, remembering that time was probably as short for the dryads as it was for me.

Looking up at the crown of vivid green leaves, I whispered, "Temtheriahm?"

There was no answer except a quiet swishing of the leaves above me. The breeze reminded me that I was naked: very vulnerable to the cool, damp night air.

How could I get Temtheriahm's attention? Senthethem hadn't said anything about her lover not being awake! How could a human make contact with a dryad?

I wriggled my middle finger between my aroused pussy lips. I reached as deeply inside myself as I could, trying to bring some of Senthethem's essence out of my snatch. I quivered with an echo of pleasure. I put my wet finger on the trunk of the birch tree and rubbed downward, smearing the liquid on the smooth, light grey bark.

Figuring that dryads just stepped out of the trunks of their trees when they appeared, I watched the spot where I'd "painted" the birch with my and Senthethem's fluids. I was very surprised to feel a soft, enormous hand rest on my shoulder.

I turned around and looked up.

Temtheriahm wasn't as overwhelming as Senthethem, but she was otherworldly nonetheless. She stood a bit over three meters (nine and a half feet) tall. Her slender body was was silvery-white with silver-grey spots that reminded me of freckles. Unlike Senthethem, she looked as though she would be middle-aged if she had been human. There were wrinkles near her eyes and mouth. Her lower legs and knees had superficial scars. Her thin chest was elegantly shapely. Her hair and eyes were radiant grey-green. Although she looked much different from Senthethem, she was no less gorgeous.

"Awakened by a human?" she said, her voice sounding deep and airy at once. "Hello, small human. You smell nice."

Temtheriahm's sleepy address almost made me chuckle. "You're beautiful, Temtheriahm. I was sent to help you pollinate," I said.

Temtheriahm smiled widely. "If you know my name, you must have talked with one of my lovers. I can guess which one!" The birch dryad gently folded her long fingers around my hips and thighs and lifted me. She kissed me lightly. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue across her lips. Her mouth didn't really taste like anything-unless it was pure spring water-but it was soft, cool, wet, and inviting.




Fruit of the Dogwood Tree



Very quickly, I found myself wanting more from this dryad. She was not as imposing as Senthethem and that made her more attractive to me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and closed my eyes. I felt warmer immediately, being held in her hand while clasping her to myself. "That's so nice. I feel safe with you. Please, go on and pollinate," I mumbled.

She smiled and kissed me again. This time, she continued to kiss me. The hand that supported me moved slightly: Temtheriahm was rubbing my body softly with her fingertips. Her other hand, with the same soft touch, caressed my thighs and spread them with the spread of her fingers. Her anatomy was like Senthethem's-and by that, I mean she had a pseudo-phallus. She carefully acquainted me with the long, smooth, knobby appendage. I hadn't expected it to feel as good as it had with Senthethem; I thought I'd been stretched and numbed a bit. But Temtheriahm secreted some slippery opalescent green fluid that coated her appendage and stimulated my nerves. It reminded me at once of the tingling of a spicy pepper. The dryad's false cock caressed my sensitive vaginal walls, energizing my mind, preparing me for another orgasm. When I felt the surface of her member begin to ripple inside me, I squealed with delight. I clung to Temtheriahm ferociously, wrapping my legs around her with all the strength I still had. My senses of sight and hearing shut down; the amazing feeling between my vulvae was everything.

Somehow, through the incredible bliss of my climaxes, I became aware of a different sensation: hot, creamy liquid gushing down the insides of my thighs. Temtheriahm's sleek hips slapped against my pelvis more slowly. Her tool, which had been so deep I thought it had tapped my cervix a few times, slid backward.

"No, please, no!" I begged. I was too worked up to be ashamed of my whining. "No, please; you're so strong and so amazing; I know you can give me more. Please, don't stop!" My muscles were exhausted, but I still tried to hold onto Temtheriahm's waist and shoulders.

I felt two huge, hot hands touching me-one fondling my breasts, one massaging my back. "You're making me jealous, Elise," said a breathy, deep voice behind me.

I put my hands over Senthethem's. "Don't be jealous," I purred. "Share me properly."

"'Share' you?"

"Yeah. You said only a few minutes ago that you wanted to share me."

"She's turned into a blooming lust-blossom!" Temtheriahm said to Senthethem, giggling. "Very different from our usual human partners."

Senthethem sighed. "So...you'd like us to share. How?" Her eyes betrayed her interest in my proposition.

My insides twisted delightfully. "Let me have a taste of that syrup stick!"

"Mine too?" asked Temtheriahm. She pulled completely out of my pussy.

"Yes!" I said. I was disappointed by the lack of throbbing flesh in my twat, but I was ravenous to taste these dryads.

Senthethem's tireless hands supported me. (I needed the help; my lower body's muscles were fatigued and left to myself I probably would have fallen.) I wrapped my left arm around one of Senthethem's thighs and my right arm around one of Temtheriahm's thighs. I waited, inhaling deeply through my nose. The earthy, tangy, spicy odors of the dryads' fluids enchanted me.

Temtheriahm's appendage was slick with shiny pastel-green goop. Senthethem's was much drier, although there was a very thin sheen of liquid, apparently seeping from a thick ring of tiny holes that looked like large pores. It was a reminder that these creatures weren't human; neither of their cock-like members had a central urethra like a human penis.

Temtheriahm's juice had been flowing already. Her viscous liquid tasted very earthy and strong, like the sediment of a well-aged red wine, drunk from the barrel, not from a glass. I liked it quite a bit.

By contrast, Senthethem's juice was very bright and frothy. As soon as my tongue touched her stamen, she let her thin liquid spray softly. (It was like a lawn sprinkler being shut off! I remembered summers as a kid and I chuckled at the thought.) And her taste?...Indescribable! Tart enough to make my mouth pucker, but with an underlying fresh, hot sweetness-perhaps like cider made from cranberries and Seville oranges, spiced with a dash of cinnamon, although that description doesn't do Senthethem's liquor justice by a long shot. The moment my mind processed what was in my mouth, I knew I had a new favorite flavor and nothing would ever replace it. Between her amazing flavor and her dextrous caressing, I climaxed again, shutting my eyes, breathing hard through my nose, feeling my heart thudding wildly behind my ribs.

These dryads weren't used to getting sucked off, apparently. "That is...surprisingly pleasing, small human!" Temtheriahm said quietly. She had one hand on my back and one on Senthethem's waist; she was stroking our flesh absently while she enjoyed my attention. Senthethem's incredibly long, supple fingers kept circling my happy clitoris. The huge wood-spirit said nothing, but her golden eyes shone when I looked up into them.

I couldn't actually suck them, but I licked their members energetically, pumping their shafts with my fingers.

A light came on in the yard. Power had been restored. Utility crews could be driving along at any moment. With a muttered curse, I released the dryads' pseudo-cocks.

"You may take your time, if you wish," said Senthethem. "Temtheriahm and I can easily shield you from sight with pollen that will look like ordinary fog."

"Believe me, I want to make love with you two for at least another week. But people will find my boat and my gear," I told the giant plant-spirt.

"Well, human woman, you have my gratitude," Temtheriahm said. "You have made me feel wonderful."

"Yes, thank you, sweet Elise," Senthethem added. "It was very lucky to meet you."

"We can do this again, though, can't we?" I asked, worried by the finality in the dryads' voices.

Senthethem regarded me seriously. "If you have the courage," she said. "We do not normally show ourselves around humans, but you are a remarkable individual."

The dogwood dryad carried me back to her tree and we kissed each other goodbye. I ran my hands all over her strong abdomen and voluptuous hips, gladly noticing that my touch was making her eyes lose focus and widening the smile on her gorgeous green mouth. Tears came to my eyes. "I will be back to make love to you again, my beautiful Senthethem," I told her.

"You mean 'to help me pollinate'," she said.

"No, I mean to make love! I won't mind helping you pollinate, though."

Her unique laughter bubbled from inside her chest. "You really want me to feel something for you, Elise. And I do: affection as I have never felt for a human. Come back soon! We will make love to our hearts' content. We will pollinate if we want to." 

I collected my loot, threw on my clothes, and ran toward the water. Before I hopped into my boat, I was already planning my next stay at my parents' cabin.

)OXO(

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Fruit of the Evil Loom Ch. 01



Myrna stood before the town council, hands tied behind her back. A throng had gathered in the market square to watch the trial.

"Myrna Skitts," said Mayor Brundle, "you stand accused of panty theft." His mouth twisted in disgust. Murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd. "Do you deny the charge?"

Myrna shrugged. "I guess not." She wore a blouse that had once been white but now was beige, and a patched brown skirt with a frayed hem.

Mayor Brundle turned to his fellow councillors, seated either side of him at the long wooden table. They seemed contemptuous of this barefoot, dirty-faced woman with long, unkempt hair. Some gave him a doubtful look. 

"Miss Skitts, this is not the first time you've appeared before us. In the past we have dealt leniently with you. Not so today." He rose and addressed the crowd. "What would you have me do with this... this lesbian panty thief?"

"Burn her at the stake!" shouted one man, and the crowd took up the chant: "Burn her! Burn her!"

The mayor raised his hands, hushing the crowd. "Well, Miss Skitts, you hear what the masses want. Ordinarily I would be inclined to indulge them. But we live in dark times." He resumed his seat. "Hiphthasa the Enchantress grows in power, oppressing every kingdom west of the Gorlush Desert. Just last month we received word that our own Queen has relinquished her throne to the witch. Have you heard of the Panties of Dominion?"

She shook her head.

"The Panties were woven on Hiphthasa's magic loom. Whenever she wears them, she has power over the bodily functions of every woman in sight, to contain their urine or faeces or to expel it against their will. She uses the Panties to threaten and humiliate and manipulate the rulers of the world. Many a queen has brought low by public loss of continence. And they have a strange power over men too. For all she has to do is flash her Panties at a man and in his arousal his penis will become so engorged with blood that it will burst open and he will bleed to death.

"Clearly the Panties must be taken from Hiphthasa. And so we come to your plight, Miss Skitts. We would like to offer you an alternative. You are a panty thief. We want you to steal the Panties from Hiphthasa—and destroy them; don't keep them for yourself, you pervert. Do this and you will keep your life." He paused. "Will you accept this mission?"

"Well, I guess so. What choice do I have?" Pausing, she asked, "But where will I find her?"

"Word is that she lives far to the south, but she travels a lot, for she must be within sight of her intended victim for the Panties to work. That is all I can tell you. You will have to find her yourself."

She nodded thoughtfully.

The mayor's face became grave. "Myrna Skitts, I hereby banish you from Holston until such time as you have completed your mission to steal the Panties of Dominion from Hiphthasa the Enchantress. Iggart! Brolst!" Two toughs came forward from the crowd. "Set this woman outside the South Gate and send her on her way."

Grabbing an arm each, they dragged Myrna through town. When they reached the South Gate, Iggart cut her bonds and gave her a shove. "Go on! Off you go!"

And so Myrna began her journey, taking to the dirt road before her. Iggart and Bolst watched until she had disappeared beyond the horizon. The sky was clear on this midwinter morning. The cold ground numbed Myrna's bare feet. She had the road to herself. Holston was behind her, and to her left and to her right and ahead was nothing but farmland.

Naturally Myrna was worried about how she would survive. She had no food, no money, no idea where she was going. Her feet were already beginning to bleed. But she could only go on. Going back meant death. 

The sun continued its ascent. The ground warmed and sensation returned to her feet, bringing pain, slowing her down. Myrna was hungry and thirsty and the tiredest she had ever been in her life. 

Suddenly she heard someone calling. She turned round and saw a figure running up the road towards her. As the figure drew nearer, she could see that it was a woman, holding her skirt up so that she wouldn't trip. 

"Wait!" the woman cried. "Wait up!"

Myrna took a seat on a boulder by the roadside so that the stranger could catch up. She was glad of the rest.

When the stranger reached her, she stopped abruptly and doubled over, hands on her knees. Taking a few deep, steadying breaths, she asked, "Are Myrna? Myrna Skitts?"

"Yes, I'm Myrna." 

"You don't know me," she said, forcing herself to stand upright. "But I stood trial before the Holston Council this morning just after you." She gasped for air. "I had to answer for peeping. The mayor wanted to put out my eyes, but one of the councillors persuaded him that I should join you, be your eyes, since I was so good at spying. Will you have me?"

"What's your name?"

"Elsteen."

"Elsteen. What a pretty name. I would be glad to have your company."

Elsteen smiled. She was about the same age as as Myrna, with bright blue eyes, milky white skin and raven hair. 

"Your poor feet!" said Elsteen. "Here. Wear my shoes for a while. We can take turns wearing them."

Myrna tried them on. They fit perfectly. "Thanks."

"The first thing we must do," said Elsteen, "is find water. We won't last long without it."

"Where will we find water?"

"There are cattle grazing in the field behind you." Myrna turned round. "Livestock must drink. There must be a water source somewhere in that field."

That sounded logical to Myrna. The two young women climbed over the low wooden fence and took to the field. The grass was soft beneath their feet. The only challenge they faced was avoiding stepping in cow dung. 

"So," said Myrna, "you were charged with peeping?

"I was caught spying on my neighbour while she was taking a piss in her chamber pot."

"Oh." Myrna cast a sideways glance at her companion. She did have a nice plump rump and perky bosom. Myrna tried to imagine what kind of panties she might be wearing. Perhaps high-cut cotton briefs with floral print on a white background.

"Are you all right?" Elsteen asked.

Blushing, Myrna looked away. "Sorry! I didn't realize I was staring." 

They soon crested a rise. On the other side was a dam ringed by drinking cattle.

"Well, that was easy," said Elsteen.

The cattle ran away as the women approached. Getting on their knees in the mud, they drank their fill of the murky water.

They returned to the road and set out again refreshed.

"So," said Elsteen, "what's your plan?"

"I don't really have one. I was told Hiphthasa lives to the south, and this road seems to be taking us in that direction. But apparently she travels around a lot, so she could be anywhere. But I guess if we keep following this road, we'll eventually come to a town where we can ask for directions."

"I hope you don't mind my asking, but are you married?"

"No. Still a maiden."

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty-six."

"Why have you never married?"

"I just never found the right... person."

"I'm not married either. I don't like men."

The sun continued its ascent. The women felt its bite as their skin burnt. 

"We're going to have to find water again soon," said Myrna.

"What we really need is something to carry it in, a skin or something."

"Hey! What's that over there?" She pointed to a low hill some distance ahead on the left. "The trees all seem to be growing in straight lines. I think it's an orchard. Maybe we can find some fruit."

"We can have a look, but it's winter, remember. There's not much in season."

They took the shortest route, leaving the road and cutting across a fallow field. They followed a windbreak to shield them from view of a nearby farmhouse. At last they came to the foot of the hill.

"We're in luck," said Myrna. "Oranges."

They made sure they were well concealed among the trees before they began eating. The oranges not only assuaged their hunger but also temporarily quenched their thirst. 

"I've got an idea," said Elsteen, throwing away some orange peel and wiping juice from her chin. If we climb to the top of this hill, we should have a good view of our surroundings. Maybe we will see a village or something."

Elsteen was wrong. When they got to the top, the trees blocked their view. So Myrna climbed one, getting scratched by the thorns of a sucker as she went. From the top of the tree, she did have a good view of the surrounding countryside.

"There's nothing much too see," she called down. "There are no nearby villages. Just more farms. Although it looks like a nearby farmhouse does have a well. Maybe we can ask them for water." She climbed back down. "Shall we head that way, then?"

"Sure."

They took as many oranges as they could carry and made their way downhill. When they reached the edge of the orchard, Elsteen grabbed Myrna's arm. "Wait! I've just had an idea. That farm had a well, presumably with a bucket to draw water, right?"

"Well, I couldn't see a bucket; it was too far away. But I suppose so."

"And we need something for carrying water."

"What are you suggesting?"

"We get as near the farm as possible without being seen and check it out. If it has a bucket or anything else worth stealing, we come back here to the orchard to hide till nightfall and then take what we need."

"That actually seems like a good idea."

They crossed another grassy field then ducked behind a low stone wall. Elsteen raised her head just enough to see over the top. There was indeed a bucket beside the stone rim of the well, attached to a length of rope. 

"There are also clothes hanging out to dry. Maybe we can make something useful from them. Wrappings for your feet, or headscarves to stop us getting sunburnt. Or maybe a pouch for carrying oranges. And there's a toolshed as well on the other side of the yard. Maybe we can find a knife or something."

They returned to the cover of the orchard. Myrna pulled down her panties and squatted, releasing an audible torrent of urine. "I probably should have asked you earlier, Elsteen, but how much did the council tell you about my mission?"

"Just that you had to steal the Panties of Dominion from Hiphthasa the Enchantress."

"Had you ever heard of them before?"

"The Panties? No. But they sound like an instrument of worst kind of evil."






Queen Tentril of Gisturia lay quivering before a tall figure in a black robe whose face was hidden under the cowl of a hood. The stone floor of the dungeon was cold beneath her. She had been held here for three days, since her abduction from the palace, and in all that time she had not urinated. The figure towering over her wouldn't let her.

"Please," said the Queen, sobbing. "Why are you doing this?"  "You know why. All you have to do is swear fealty to me and then you can return to your kingdom as my vassal."

"No. I will never do that. I can't."

"I think it's time for another drink."

"No! Please!"

"Guard!"

Keys rattled. The lock clicked. The door opened. In came a large man carrying a water skin.

"No!"

The guard pinched her nose and made her drink. When he took the skin away, the Queen coughed, gasping for air, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her now-dirty silk dress.

Minutes passed in silence. The Queen could feel her captor's eyes on her even though she couldn't see them. She felt another pang from her bladder. She grabbed her crotch.

"Please! Let me go! You could make me piss myself right now if you wanted."

"You know what you have to do."

She pushed herself up into a squatting position and strained. Nothing came out. "Please! I have to go right now. Something's wrong, I can feel it."

No response.

The Queen screamed, grabbing her abdomen, curling up on the floor. She gave her captor one last pleading look before her eyes glazed over.

Her bladder had burst.




The sun had set and a full moon had risen. It was getting cold. Myrna rubbed her arms to keep warm.

"The lights have gone out," said Elsteen from the top of the orange tree. "Let's go." She climbed down. 

They descended the hill and crossed the field, dewy grass soaking the hems of their skirts. Scaling the low stone wall, they tiptoed across the farmyard. Elsteen drew water from the well and set the bucket on the ground. She tried to untie the knot on the handle.

"See if you can find something in the toolshed," she whispered to Myrna.

Elsteen watched the farmhouse. Myrna retuned with a pair of shears.

"Was that all you could find?"

"It was the best I could do. It's dark in there."

Taking the shears, Elsteen cut the rope. "They've taken the clothes inside. I don't think there's anything else worth stealing."

"On my way to the shed, I saw a pair of boots sitting outside the front door."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Myrna tiptoed over to the farmhouse, up the wooden steps and across the verandah, floorboards creaking beneath her weight. She picked up the boots.

Someone inside the house coughed.

Myrna sprinted down the steps and across the yard. Elsteen reached the wall before her, sloshing water as she climbed over. The farmhouse door opened. Without looking back, the young women raced across the field back to the orchard, where they flopped on the ground laughing.

There was hardly any water left in the bucket, but they shared what was left. Myrna tried on the boots. They were oversized and uncomfortable without stockings yet serviceable. In her haste Elsteen had left the shears behind.

"We should try to get some sleep," Myrna said, lying down on the dew-sodden grass. Elsteen settled herself down a few feet away.

The clear night grew colder. Frost set in. The women got no sleep. Myrna crawled over to Elsteen and put her arms round her.

"We need to keep warm."

Elsteen rolled over and snuggled up to Myrna. Their legs interlocked. They lay like that, sleepless, shivering, till the eastern sky grew grey.

"Time to get up," Myrna announced. "I guess it's oranges for breakfast."

While Myrna picked fruit, Elsteen squatted for a pee, panties round her ankles. Myrna smiled. White cotton, high-cut, with rose prints.

They returned to the road, carrying the bucket, filled with oranges, between them. Myrna slid her hand along the handle so that it was up against Elsteen's. She didn't seem to mind. The sun rose. Their clothes and hair, wet from lying in the dew, began to dry. 

About midmorning a horse-drawn hay cart pulled up alongside them. "Would you ladies like a ride?" the driver asked.

"That'd be much appreciated," said Myrna.

"Where are you ladies going?"

"To the next town."

"Frieth? I'm not going that far, but I'll take you a good bit of the way there. Hop on the back."

The bails of hay were piled so high that they couldn't see the driver from where they sat with their legs dangling over the edge of the cart, their feet just inches above the dirt road. They ate oranges and giggled whenever Elsteen farted, which she did with increasing frequency as the morning wore on. Elsteen should have taken her excessive wind as a warning, but she didn't even heed the warning her gut gave her when it started gurgling.

"Ooh!" she said, "I'm hungry for some real food."

Then the urge hit her and she grabbed Myrna's arm. "How far do you think we have to go?"

Myrna detected panic in her voice. "I don't know. What's wrong?"

"I have to poop." She let go of her arm. "I think I ate too many oranges. Or maybe it was that dam water we drank yesterday." She started swinging her legs. "Maybe we should ask the driver to pull over." She massaged her tummy.

"If we get him to drop us off early, we'll have further to walk. We don't know when an opportunity like this may come along again. Try to hold it."

Grunting, she doubled over. She took a few deep breaths then sat upright again, her eyes watery. Myrna giggled. Sweat beaded on Elsteen's brow and she clenched her fists, grunting in frustration, sending Myrna into a fit of laughter.

Regaining composure, Myrna blew a raspberry. "Too late!" 

"Don't even joke about it!" She pushed herself up so that she was squatting on the bed of the cart.

"What are you doing? You'll make it come out."

"I can't sit still." She started bobbing up and down. 

Myrna succumbed to a fit of unvocalized laughter. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I just wet myself!" she squealed. She had dribbled in her panties. 

Elsteen clamped a hand over her mouth and muttered something Myrna didn't catch and then, more clearly: "I'm pooping. I'm pooping my pants."

Falling over on her side, Myrna struggled to breathe. She lost control of her bladder, wetting her skirt.

Elsteen clenched her fists. "I can't... I can't stop it!"

Her laughter subsiding, Myrna pushed herself up. Wiping tears from her eyes, she grabbed the hem of Elsteen's skirt and lifted it up so that she could see her panties. The gusset was stained brown.

"You just shit your pants!"

"It's not funny! I warned you!"

"You're so cute!" 

A serious expression came over Myrna's face. She leant forward, putting her head between Elsteen's legs, and began licking her pussy through the shit-stained gusset of her white cotton, rose-print, high-cut panties. She got shit in her mouth but she didn't care.

Elsteen pushed her away. "I might poop in your face. I still need to go a bit."

"I don't care." She resumed licking the bean.

Elsteen surrendered, leaning back against the hay, moaning. Another cramp hit and she unashamedly pooped a little more. Myrna didn't skip a beat. She kept licking, faster and faster. Elsteen grabbed fistfuls of hay, squeezing as she vocalized her climax, oblivious to the driver or any traffic on the road.

Satisfied, she leant back against the hay, eyes closed, biting her lower lip. Myrna raised her head. Shit was smeared round her mouth. Her teeth and even the tip of her nose were brown. She knelt there for several moments looking longingly at Elsteen.

Finally Elsteen opened her eyes. "Right. Your turn."

"But I've peed my pants!"

"I don't care." She stuck her head up Myrna's skirt and licked her silly through through the fabric of her plain white cotton panties. She enjoyed the pee flavour. And Myrna enjoyed the best orgasm of her life.

After the women had had a chance to recover, Elsteen stood up on the bed of the cart and, supporting herself against the hay, pulled down her panties. Stepping out of them, she threw them onto the road. She grabbed a fistful of hay and, while Myrna held up her skirt, wiped herself clean. 

"I'll steal you a new pair of panties when I get the chance," Myrna promised.

Elsteen grabbed some fresh hay and wiped Myrna's mouth. They spent the rest of the hayride sitting on the edge of the cart, holding hands, kissing, both immensely grateful that fate had seen fit to unite them on this journey.



Fruit of the Evil Loom Ch. 02



"We're in trouble," said Myrna. Her blonde hair had been bleached white by many days in the sun. Her sunburnt skin was peeling. Her lips were cracked. She trudged along the dirt road in men's boots that were too big for her and giving her blisters. In one hand she carried an empty bucket which had contained water. She and Elsteen had had nothing to drink since the previous morning. They hadn't eaten for three days. "We can't keep going like this. We'll make ourselves sick."

"What we really need is money," said Elsteen. Her once-plump rump was looking a little emaciated for Myrna's taste. "Then we could buy provisions instead of relying on what we find on the road."

"How are we going to get money?"

Elsteen didn't answer as they crossed a stone bridge and entered the town of Corse's Brook. This was the fourth town they had entered since leaving Holston. At Frieth, the first town, the women had asked a man in the street whether he knew where Hiphthasa the Enchantress was.

"Ah," he had said. "Are you groupies?"

"Sorry?" Myrna had said.

"You know. Groupies. The Enchantress has a multitude of men—and women—admirers who try to follow her on the road."

"I guess we are."

"Well, all I can tell you is she lives far south. She travels around a lot but she always returns to her castle in the south. That'd be the most reliable way to find her, I reckon."

The women had thanked him for his help.

"I hadn't heard of these groupies before," Myrna had told Elsteen. "That might be one way we can get close to the Enchantress."

They had asked the same question in every town since Frieth and got much the same answer every time. Corse's Brook was a small town: a cluster of stone houses built round a cobbled market square bustling with activity. Hawker's pushing barrows cried their wares. The women wove their way through the crowd. 

"Shall we stop here," said Myrna, "or keep going and hope we reach the next town before dark?"

"I can't go on anymore. Let's stop here for the night."

Myrna looked round furtively. She lightly held her breath, the corners of her mouth tightening briefly. This, Elsteen knew, was Myrna's tell for farting.

"Great!" She threw her hands in the air. "I sharted!" She was oblivious to the looks she drew from passersby.

"Haha! Good! Now you'll finally have to change those panties." Myrna was wearing the same panties she'd pissed on the hayride. Myrna had kept her promise to steal Elsteen a new pair of panties to replace the ones she'd shit, but Elsteen couldn't understand why she hadn't also stolen herself a fresh pair. Elsteen was fond of the smell of fresh piss but couldn't abide stale piss. Myrna's panties had grown stale.

"I don't know why you've turned into such a fucken bitch these last few days!"

"Because I've been travelling with a total cunt!"

"Well I didn't treat you like this when you shit your pants!"

Elsteen sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm tired and hungry and... I'm sorry."

Myrna started to cry. Elsteen put her arm round her. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up." She led her down an alley. 

A man followed them. This man was followed a moment later by another and then another and yet another. Halfway down the alley, Myrna spun round and screamed, "Fuck off, perverts!"

"Wait!" said Elsteen, grabbing Myrna's arm but looking at the four men. "If you want to watch, you have to pay. One copper each."

The men looked at each other, then at Elsteen, then at Myrna. They seemed to give it some thought and then each man pulled out his purse and tossed Elsteen a copper coin. 

"All right, then. I guess here's as good a place as any." She and Myrna were alone in the alley with the four men and could not be seen from the streets at either end. 

Myrna lifted her skirt, revealing white cotton panties with a yellow stain in the front and a brown streak down the back. Putting her thumbs behind the waistband, she let her panties fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. She popped a squat, Elsteen holding her skirt high for her so that the men might have a better view. One man came round to watch from the front but the other three preferred to watch from behind. Myrna released a squirt of watery diarrhea. She paused, taking a few deep breaths, before releasing two smaller squirts mixed with gas. Sighing with relief, she got up and took a bow. The men applauded. 

They were just about to walk away when Elsteen called, "Wait!" She picked Myrna's panties up off the ground, dusting them off. "What am I bid for this beautiful pair of used panties with the scent of their owner still fresh on them?" She sniffed the crotch. "Mmmm!" The shit had freshened them up a bit. "Shall we start the bidding at two coppers? Do I hear two coppers?"

"Two coppers," said one man.

"Three coppers," said another.

"Three coppers! Do I hear four?"

"Four," said the first man.

"Four!"

"Six," said the second.

"Six coppers! Do I hear more?"

The first man emptied his purse into his palm and counted what was there. "Eight coppers."

"Eight coppers! Do I hear nine?"

One of the other men spoke up. "One silver piece."

"One silver piece! Will anyone top that?" The man who had emptied his purse walked away. "Going once! Going twice! Going three times! Sold to the gentleman for one silver piece!" Elsteen gave him the panties. "Thank you very much, sir." She pocketed the coin.

When all the men had gone, the two women and jumped up and down, arms linked, squealing. 

"How easy was that?" said Elsteen.

"You were amazing!"

"No sleeping out in the open tonight! We're staying at the inn!"

The inn was on the other side of the market square. As they approached, Elsteen noticed the sign swinging above the door. "Hey, Myrna, look at that!"

"The Enchantress' Panties."

"Cheeky name for an inn."

They stopped beneath the sign. Beside the name was a picture of white bikini briefs printed with runes and magic symbols.

"I wonder if that's what they really look like," said Elsteen.

"I suppose we'll find out one day."

That night they ate dinner in the common room of the inn, their first hot meal since leaving Holston. Myrna disappeared for a few hours, returning to their room with six pairs of panties. 

"Why do you need so many?" Elsteen asked.

"One for me," said said, putting on a pair of pale blue panties. "And the rest... you'll see."

They shared the room's only bed. Too tired for sex, they simply cuddled up and surrendered to sleep. It rained overnight, but for the first time since they began their journey, they were sheltered from the elements. They woke up horny and ravished each other till lunchtime.

After they had eaten downstairs, they went for a stroll through the market square, stopping to look at various stalls but not buying. When they had worked their way to the middle of the square, Myrna nudged Elsteen. "No matter what happens, just play along with me."

"What?"

Myrna grabbed her crotch. "Aw! I need to pee."

"You should've gone in the chamber pot back in our room before we left."

"I'm not sure I can hold it!" She was drawing furtive glances from passersby.

"Let's head back to the inn."

"Oh no!" She lifted her skirt up to her knees so that people could see the pee trickling down the inside of her legs into her boots. "Too late!" She made her way to the alley she had pooped in yesterday. Elsteen followed.

"Did you just piss yourself on purpose?"

"You're not playing along very well," Myrna whispered.

"You're not acting very convincingly."

"Just wait and see." One by one men began to follow. She waited for them in the middle of the alley. When a small group had gathered, Myrna auctioned off her pissed panties. Fetching only six coppers; she was a little disappointed. As the group began to disperse, Myrna put up her hands and shouted, "Wait! I've still got more used panties for sale." She pulled out a pair she'd shoved down her blouse between her breasts. "How about these? They've been washed but you can still see a period stain." Bidding resumed and Myrna sold all six pairs of panties.

"I admire your business acumen," Elsteen said, the men having left.

"I learnt from the best."

They were about to return to the square when a familiar man appeared in the mouth of the alley and approached them. 

"How are my panties?" Myrna asked.

"You wouldn't want them back now." He laughed. He was well dressed; probably a merchant, Myrna thought. "They were worth every penny."

"So what brings you here today?"

"Well, I heard from some friends that you were selling more used panties."

"I'm sorry but we've run out. I can get some more for you, though."

"Well, that's what I want to see you about. I don't just want any pair of panties. You see, there's this lady in town that I've always had a crush on and well... I'd like to hire you to procure a pair of her panties, if I may."

"It'll cost you."

"I was thinking one silver up front and one silver upon completion."

"I'm interested. Tell me more"

He described where this lady lived and warned Myrna that she kept dogs. Finally they shook hands and he gave her a silver coin. "Don't let me down. I'll meet you here again tomorrow, at dawn."

"Let's go to the butcher's," Myrna said, grabbing Elsteen's hand.

"Why do you need to buy meat? They'll serve us dinner at the inn."

"It's not for me, it's for the job. I just need some cheap cuts." 

Myrna cased the joint with Elsteen while there was still daylight left. The lady the merchant admired lived on the edge of town in a distinctive two-storey house with a tile roof and a small, well-tended garden out front. Myrna got the impression that this woman was probably married to a rival merchant. The backyard was fenced off to keep in the dogs. She wasn't sure how she would get round the back, whether she would just use the side gate or jump the back fence. She led Elsteen back down the street and turned left then left again, coming at last to the house behind the lady's to check whether she could get in or out that way.

Satisfied, she said, "We should get back to the inn. We wouldn't want to miss dinner." She grabbed Elsteen's butt. "You need to fill out a bit more."

As they ate at a table in the common room, they were approached by a man who asked whether he could sit with them. They slid along the bench so that he could squeeze in between them and some other man they didn't know.

"Word round town is that you ladies cater to certain... specific needs."

The women looked at each other. "Perhaps," said Elsteen. "What do you mean?"

"Well"—he cleared his throat and lowered his voice—"I have desires that my wife can't fulfill."

"Um, sir," said Myrna, "if you're asking what I think you're asking, you're mistaken; we don't do that."

"Hang on," said Elsteen. "This isn't the place to discuss this. I think you should leave us to finish dinner, sir, and then come up to our room."

"You're not seriously considering this, are you?" Myrna asked once he had left.

"Of course I am. We've got a long, expensive journey ahead of us. We need every penny we can get. Anyway, we'll se what he wants first and we'll lay out some ground rules."

"We don't just need money, we need information. We still have no idea where we're going or how to get there."

Their prospective client was waiting for them outside their room. "You're keen," Myrna said.

Elsteen opened the door. "Come in." 

The women sat on the bed. The man stood before them with his hands clasped in front of his manhood.

"So. What can we do for you?" said Elsteen.

"Well, as I was saying before, I have certain needs that aren't met at home. Specifically, I would like to be... you know..."—the women leant forward—"a toilet slave." He let out a long breath.

"Well," said Elsteen, looking at Myrna. "I think we could accommodate that. There would be no penetration, of course?"

"Of course not. Although I hope you don't mind if I masturbate while you're using me."

"That wouldn't be a problem."

"And another thing. I would like you"—he looked at Elsteen—"to be my mistress. If the other lady would like to use me, she would have to ask your permission."

"Okay. That leaves one more thing to discuss. Price."

"Name it."

She named a figure. He didn't try to haggle.

"Oh, and another thing," he said. "Always wear panties while you're using me." 

"Excuse me?"

"Please wear panties when you're doing your business."

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"Of course I'm telling you what to do; I'm paying for it."

"I don't like your tone, slave. You don't tell me what to do; I tell you what to do."

"Ah. I'm sorry, mistress. Please forgive me."

"Lie down on the floor." He obeyed. Hiking up her skirt, she sat over his open mouth, the delightful aroma of her panties filling his nostrils. Farting, she pissed full force through her panties. His mouth filled to overflowing. He tried to drink it all but couldn't keep up. As the flow of her urine faded to a trickle, she looked down over her shoulder at the man on the floor. "Is that what you were looking for?"

He nodded awkwardly.

Squeezing the last few drops from her bladder, she got up. "Look at the mess you made! It's all over the floor." She kicked him in the ribs. "Get up! On your knees and lick it up!"

"Yes, mistress." He stuck his hand down his trousers and masturbated while he lapped the pee off the floor. 

"I expect you back here early tomorrow morning before you go to work so that I can use you again." 

"Yes, mistress." He was on all fours, looking up at her with big eyes.

"We won't be in town long, but I mean to use you as often as possible for as long as possible."

"I am unworthy, mistress, to be your personal chamber pot."

"Yes, you are. You don't know how unworthy."

"Will that be all for today, mistress?"

She nodded. He settled the bill and left. 

Myrna lifted up Elsteen's skirt. She gasped. "Look at your panties! Maybe I can lick them clean for you."

"You can give it a try."

Myrna did. Elsteen orgasmed. 

"It's no use," Myrna said. "I'm going to have to steal you a new pair."

"Steal me several pairs. If I'm going to be this guy's toilet mistress, I'm going to go through them pretty quickly. We can always sell them once I've used them. And steal yourself a new a pair as well. You've been going around pantiless half the day."

"I will." She kissed Elsteen on the cheek. "I'll be back in a few hours."

It was dark outside. She carried two cuts of meat wrapped in paper. She returned to the two-storey house she had checked out earlier. The windows were unlit. The dogs began to bark as she crossed the front yard, but she couldn't hear any signs of activity from inside the house. Unwrapping the meat, she tossed it over the fence to the dogs, pacifying them. The gate creaked but Myrna was experienced enough to know that even if the occupants of the house were awake, they probably wouldn't hear. She left it open. Having eaten, the dogs followed quietly, watching Myrna expectantly. The clothesline was a length of rope strung across the patio. Suspended from wooden pegs were a pair of trousers, a man's shirt, a couple of dresses and two pairs of panties, one large, one small. She carefully unpegged both pairs of panties and tucked them behind the waistband of her skirt. The dogs—she only just now realized that they were large black hounds—tried to follow her out but she managed to shut the gate on them. She set off down the street looking for her next target. She had a productive night, returning to the inn with an armload of panties, which she dumped at the foot of the bed before climbing in with Elsteen.

It was still dark when Myrna woke the next morning. She tried not to disturb Elsteen as she got out of bed but woke her up anyway. And she was really shitty about it. In no mood for an argument, Myrna decided she would make her way to the alley to meet the merchant even though she would be early. It was foggy and cold and Myrna had a long wait before the man showed up. 

"How'd you go?" he asked, his breath misting in the early morning light.

"I got two pairs of panties," she said, pulling them from the waistband of her skirt. "I don't know which you want. They obviously belong to two different people."

"Let me see."

She handed him the bigger pair first. He held the mauve cotton control briefs up in front of his face, the waistband stretched between his thumbs. "These are hers. She's put on a bit of weight over the years but she's still hot."

"What should I do with the other pair?" 

"I'll take them as well. For another silver piece. You did well." She gave him the smaller pair. He sniffed the crotch of the plain white panties. "She's looks just like her mother did at her age. She's mine, you know, but she doesn't know it. She's getting married next month." Myrna smiled. "Well, it's been a pleasure doing business with you." He placed two silver coins in her palm then took off down the alley.

Myrna waited a moment so that she would not be following him then returned to the inn. When she opened the door to her room, she found Elsteen sitting on the face of her toilet slave, her skirt bunched up round her waist, the scent of poop in the air.

"My slave and I were just having a discussion about punctuality. He was late this morning and I pooped my pants." She wiggled her bum, rubbing her poopy panties in his face.

Myrna gave a mock gasp. "What a disobedient, unreliable slave! Say, I'm busting for the loo. Do you mind if I use your toilet?"

"Of course not." She rose, keeping her skirt bunched up in her fists so it would not be soiled. "Go ahead."

Myrna selected a pair of panties from the mound at the foot of the bed. These she put on before sitting on the man's pooped-covered face. Sighing, she emptied her bladder. She could feel him licking her pussy as he tried to drink her urine. "Aah! I needed that."

Elsteen gave her a hand to get up. "Turn around. I want to see your panties." The white fabric was see-through where it was wet. "There's poop stuck to them!" She laughed. The man on the floor began to wank. Elsteen charged him double for the privilege of being a toilet for two mistresses. 

Word spread through Corse's Brook and over the next few nights more men turned up at their room. Some wanted to watch them wet or poop their panties. Others wanted to be toilet slaves. One man was content to watch them romp round the room in nothing but their panties. They all paid well and the following day the women would sell their wet or soiled panties on the black market. Whenever they were running low on panties, Myrna would steal more. But they thought their luck had run out when one morning the innkeeper knocked on their door and asked them to follow him downstairs to the common room.

"This is Lord Limm," he said, visibly nervous, indicating a balding, middle-aged man wearing a dark velvet jacket trimmed with lace at the neck and cuffs sitting at a table flanked by toughs. "He asked to speak with you girls."

"Ah, ladies," said Lord Limm, setting down his mug of ale and rising. "Please, join me." He indicated the bench on the opposite side of the table. Beside his mug was a sheaf of papers. He resumed his seat. "No doubt the innkeeper's told you who I am. And what are your names?"

"I'm Myrna and this is Elsteen."

"Pleased to meet you. I'll come straight to the point. I've heard that you ladies cater to unusual tastes in your work."

Myrna gave Elsteen a cautious look. She wondered whether the lord was trying to trick them into a confession so that he could arrest them. "What exactly do you want?"

"Well, I have a... predilection... for scenarios in which a lady is desperate to use a chamber pot and ends up having an accident. Is that the sort of thing that you ladies might cater to?"




Fruit of the Evil Loom Ch. 02



Myrna nodded.

"But I'm very fussy. These scenarios have to be acted out just so. That's why I've written scripts,"—he handed Myrna the sheaf of papers—"which I would expect you girls to memorize and follow to the letter." 

Myrna skimmed the top page. "I think we could manage that."

"What price are we talking about?"

"My lord, do you would have a private library?" Elsteen looked at her, puzzled.

"Of course. I have a large library. But what has that got to do with anything?"

"We will fulfill these fantasies of yours if you allow us access to your library." She didn't want to look at Elsteen now. She could feel her eyes on her.

"That's your price? Your only condition?"

"It is."

"Well, then, it's a deal. Drop by my manor tomorrow afternoon. Act out one of my scripts and you may have unlimited access to my library." He swilled the remainder of his ale. "Nice meeting you two ladies. I'm looking forward to your visit."

"We'll see you tomorrow," said Myrna.

"Are you crazy?" Elsteen whispered as he left with his toughs.

"We need information. What good is all this money we're making if we don't know where we're going or what we're up against?"

That night they were busy with other clients. They spent the following morning rehearsing Lord Limm's script. He hadn't told them where he lived. He didn't need to; there was only one manor in Corse's Brook, built on a hill overlooking the town. So after lunch they strolled to his manor and Myrna swung the ornate door knocker. In accordance with the script, Lord Limm himself answered the door rather than a servant. 

"Good afternoon. What can I do for you ladies?"

Myrna grabbed her crotch. Her brows were furrowed. "My lord, will you take pity on a poor traveller who doesn't know anyone in town and needs to empty her bladder urgently?"

"Of course. Come in. You may use my chamber pot." The women stepped into the foyer and Lord Limm closed the door behind them. "This way." He led them down a corridor. He stopped before a door on their right, and just as he reached to turn the doorknob, Myrna gasped and hiked up her skirt.

"Too late!" Pee streamed down the inside of her legs, filling her shoes, pooling round her feet. She stood frozen, Lord Limm and Elsteen watching on, till the flow of pee ebbed and the last trickle ran down her leg. "My lord, I don't know what to say!"

"Don't worry. Accidents happen." He was wearing tights. The women could see that he was aroused. A maid walked by. "Clean this up, will you?"

"Yes, my lord." She gave Myrna a dirty look as she walked away.

"Now if you ladies would like to step into my library." They followed him in. Myrna removed her skirt and hung it on the doorknob so that it would not be wet. She took off her shoes, emptied the pee out, and set them beside the door so that they might dry. She was left wearing only a blouse and pale blue panties that were dark blue where they were wet.

Lord Limm had an impressive library. All four walls were hidden behind bookshelves that reached the ceiling and there was a mahogany desk in the middle of the room. "So what are you ladies looking for?" 

"Do you have any maps?" asked Myrna.

"I have lots of books with maps." 

"Do you have anything on Hiphthasa the Enchantress?"

"Ah. I do have a few books on her."

"Do any of them mention the Panties of Dominion?"

"I expect so."

"Do any of them mention where she lives?"

"Well, as you probably know, she has castle down south, but she's often absent."

"Would any books tell us the location of her castle?"

"I think I know just what you're looking for." Pulling a tome from the shelf, he set in on the desk. The Unauthorized Biography of Hiphthasa the Enchantress. "I could be executed simply for having this." He laughed. "There is a map in the index that shows her castle." He opened the book, leafing through the last few pages. "Ah! Here it is." The map showed that the Enchantress' castle was remote, beyond the Endless Forest and set in the middle of the Swamp of Desperation.

"What's the Swamp of Desperation?" Myrna asked.

Lord Limm flipped back to the middle of the book. "The Swamp of Desperation is an evil place," he read. "It is said that when one enters it, one is overcome with the desperate urge urinate and defecate. This urge becomes so overwhelming that incontinence soon results. (Scholars believe that the swamp has had this property since ancient times, long before the Enchantress wove the Panties of Dominion. Some would go as far as to say that the swamp was the Enchantress' inspiration for the Panties.) The Enchantress has hounds trained to detect the odour of urine or faeces patrolling the swamp at all times. Incontinence therefore means certain death. There are only two ways a man may reach the Enchantress' castle. The first is by using the path through the swamp that the Enchantress herself uses, which she made free of the power of the swamp with many powerful enchantments; but this is always heavily guarded. The second is to wade through the swamp itself, but take heed: no man may cross the Swamp of Desperation unsoiled unless he carry the Orb of Continence."

"What's the Orb of Continence?"

"A magic device that protects you from the power of the swamp. In layman's terms, it keeps you from shitting your pants and getting discovered by the hounds and getting mauled to death."

"Where might one find it?"

"The book goes on to say that the Orb was hidden centuries ago but that the priestesses at the Temple of Golgun know the secret of its location."

"And how would one reach the Temple of Golgun?"

Lord Limm went to the shelf and pulled out an atlas. He opened it up on the table. "We are here." Myrna could see Holston, not far north of Corse's Brook according to the map; they had made dismal progress. "The temple of Golgun is here." He pointed to a dot on the map far to the southeast of Corse's Brook. The Enchantress' castle was even farther south.

"My lord, may I take this page?"

"You want to tear out this page and take it with you?" Myrna pulled off her panties and gave them to Lord Limm. "Go ahead."

Myrna carefully tore the page from the atlas. "I think we have everything we need for now. We'll come back tomorrow."

Lord Limm dropped his tights and began rubbing the panties on his erect penis. "I look forward to it. I'll see you then."

Myrna slipped back into her still-wet shoes and put her skirt back on and a maid saw them out. But when they got back to the inn, they got the shock of their life. Mayor Brundle was sitting at a table near the door by himself drinking a mug of ale. 

"Ladies," he said as they came in, "take a seat." They obeyed. "I hear you two have been having a lot of fun."

They didn't know what to say to that.

"You girls didn't think we would just send you off and blindly hope that you would keep your word, did you?"

"We're only trying to make a bit of money," said Elsteen. "You sent us off with nothing."

"Well, that's true. And if you've made a bit of money, you'll be set for the next leg of your journey. Which begins tonight. I want you out of town before sunset or I'll let the Corse's Brook Council know who you really are. I hear from several councillors that the local women have been complaining that panties keep mysteriously disappearing from their clotheslines." He gave Myrna a stern look. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," said Elsteen. "We'll be gone by dark."

"Well, then, you've got no time to waste." It was already midafternoon. 

They got up and went back outside. "We need supplies," said Elsteen. They split up. Elsteen bought two water skins then returned to the inn to fill them up. She informed the innkeeper of their departure and settled their account. She disposed of the stolen panties hidden in their room and, leaving behind the bucket they had used for carrying water, went back out to the square to meet Myrna, who had bought herself new shoes—for the boots she had stolen hurt her feet—and was carrying two bags stuffed with provisions.

Elsteen looked up at the sky. Black clouds were approaching from the west. "Let's buy cloaks to keep off the rain." They made one more purchase and then resumed their southward journey just as the sun was setting and it began to rain. 

"I'll miss The Enchantress' Panties," said Myrna.

"We'll see them again soon enough. That's the goal of our mission."

Myrna laughed.



Fruit Salad



She was like some fruit. Growing about a seed. Larger and fuller. Filling out until she ripened and was ready to be picked. 

We decided to take a last holiday alone together. To go somewhere hot and indolent where we could do nothing but 'be'. Exist drowsily together. As we waited for her to ripen fully. 

We argued half heartedly about locations, wanting an island away from the crowd, where we could have a bure on the beach, it's doors opening onto a perfect vista of white sand, coconut palms and blue ocean. The calm ocean of a lagoon. Perfect. 

And privacy. We wanted to be alone. It would be the last time for a lifetime, and we could never have too much time alone. Or too much warm sun and ocean.

She was pale when we arrived, we were both pale, and the patterned bikini I insisted she wore highlighted the whiteness of her skin. Also highlighting how much she had grown, but how unripe she suddenly looked. So pale. 

Within a day she had a bright pink haze over her body. By the second night she looked as if a golden frosting had been brushed over her, and after three days she was truly a body of shimmering gold, half done. On the fifth day she was done, her skin the colour of pale brown honey. She looked truly ripe, luscious, and ready to be picked. 

Her fruit was full and round, and when I tapped it I expected it to sound hollow as if I was tapping the surface of some smooth skinned melon. But the fruit she carried was not hollow, it was firm and full. 

She was like an almost ripe apricot, her belly skin tight, but soft and brushed with fine down, the fruit of her belly firm. I wanted her to ripen and for the fruit to come out from under the soft skin. I could imagine she was holding inside her some lush juicy fleshed peach as she lay there, glowing in the dappled shade of a coconut palm that leant out, and hung cross the sand with its fronds brushing the surface of the sea. 

She reminded me so much of fruit that one day I made her into a desert. 

As she lay there languidly, half dozing in the heat I cut up a banana and neatly arranged the slices over the peak of the mound of her belly. The banana stickiness enough to hold the slices to her as she lay still. Then I sliced mango finely, laying the strips over her between the slices of banana, the juice sticking and dripping down her sides. Then pawpaw, the colours now having a magic of their own. Cream, gold and sunset red against the honey brown of her skin. 

Each day I had felt the fruit she carried ripening inside her move. Telling us that soon it would be ready and we would no longer be two, drifting thoughtlessly in our own circle of pleasures. 

Over the bananas, mango and pawpaw I squeezed the pulp of passionfruit. Such an appropriate thing for her to wear. 

Passion juice running over her honey brown skin, gleaming in the afternoon sun and the reflections from the lagoon.

I was hungry now and she was saying, "I have to get up soon."

I poured cream in a circle over the mound of my desert. It joined the sweet juices trickling down her sides. Then I added ice cream, plain white with small bits of crunchy caramel stuck in it. I placed a scoop on top of the mound of luscious ripe fruit, and she laughed at the chill of it. 

Her laughter rocked her ripe belly and the ice cream slid off onto the towel beneath her along with pieces of banana, slipping down through rivulets of cream and melting ice cream. 

"Oh," she gasped, frowning and clutching a hand to her melon belly. 

I reached my hand to lay it beside hers and in a moment through the sticky, cool wreck of my desert I felt her belly harden. We both held our hands there till it relaxed again. 

Then I lifted her hand to my mouth and slowly licked it clean. Mango juice, passionfruit, cream, ice cream and caramel, found lost in the webbing between her fingers and the creases along her palm. My tongue caught it all. Luscious, delicious, sweet and creamy. Ripe. Ready.

"I think it's time," she said to me, smiling nervously, as I started to lick her belly clean.

Soon there would be three of us.



Fruit Salad



Nimue sat on the edge of the fountain, bored to tears. No one was around to play with and it was hot. She scooted back and lowered her butt into the fountain. Ah, coolness at last. Slowly, she lowered her entire body into the water. Only her face, breasts and a wee bit of pubic hair were above the water. As she laid there, the world floating by, Nimue thought of something to do. She'd have a party. Sitting up rather quickly, she bumped her butt on the bottom of the fountain and stood up. Water cascaded off her nubile form, runnels of water forming in the creases of her arms and legs.

Walking across to the phone, she decided on a theme for her party. Sexy fruit. Anything sexy and fruity was fine. She smiled.

"Hello. Artemis, this is Nimue. I was thinking of having a bit of a potluck tonight. You know, wine, satyrs, fruit, flowers, etc. You want to call the girls and get something together? Okay, I'll see you at my garden at seven. Don't forget the fruit. Yes, of course. Thanks. See you later!" she rang off and dialed again.

"Hey Priap. How's it hanging? Oh you! You say the silliest things. I'm having a party and wondered if you and some of the boys would like to come on over? You will? Okay. Sounds great. Yes, fruit. We are having fruit tonight. Oh, and some wine. Can you manage? Good. See you soon!" She hung up and went to go make sure the garden was ready. Finally something to do! Nimue ran off to get everything set up for the party.

"Hullo!" Priapus shouted as he came through the garden gate. Nimue smiled at him and ran her eyes over his party outfit. He'd adorned himself in grapes and grape leaves. His phallus grandly decked out in lovely purple fruit. 

"Oh Priap! You look delish! Absolutely edible!" she said as she gave him a quick hug. She spotted more people coming down the path and moved him into the garden.

"Good evening dear," Artemis said in honeyed tones. Behind her were Eros, Demeter, and Inanna. All of them had dressed in lovely revealing outfits. As they put their bowls and platters on the table, they moved farther into the garden admiring Nimue's saucy blue gauze outfit and the patio.

"Hey! Where's the girls?" Loki shouted. He smiled as he walked in with a stalk of bananas and a jar of honey. 

Nimue smiled and waved him towards the table. He put the banana's down and turned back to his host. Nimue burst out laughing when she saw what he was wearing. It was a loincloth with a comic face on it and right where the nose should be was the head of Loki's cock.

"Oh Loki! You are such a tease!"

"Tease! Look at you! I doubt you could cover a square inch decently with that bit of indigo gauze," he said, as he looked her over. 

Nimue looked down at her outfit. Indigo and sky blue gauze scarves discreetly tied at certain points to give the illusion of clothing while every step she took gave peeks of her lovely brown skin.

"Well, I guess you've got me on that one. Come on and greet the ladies."

Soon the garden was full of people talking and enjoying themselves. Priap and Loki had been monopolizing her time and Nimue had had enough wine not to care. Everyone else was pairing off too. She'd just gotten lucky and ended up with these two. Or was it luck. You never knew with these two pranksters.

"So gentlemen, what will you do to entertain me?" Nimue said with a twinkle in her eye. Priap looked at her and then down at his cock, which was standing to attention. Loki smiled too and held up a banana. Nimue laughed. "Nothing more than a banana dear?" 

"Oh yes, but not yet. I have toys....fruity toys," he said as he held up a fig, some grapes, a few cherries and of course, the banana. 

"Oh my..... And what about you Priap? Are you going to delight me with some fruity toy?" Nimue said as she turned to Priapus.

He too smiled and held up plums, star fruit, cantaloupe slices and pineapple rings.

Nimue smiled, lay back on the cushions and let them begin. Priapus slid the pineapple rings over his cock. He took the plums, sliced in half and covered her nipples with them. He made a path of star fruit down her stomach to the tip of her pubic bone. Then he took one of the cantaloupe slices and smiled at her.

"Spread your legs dear."

She moved her legs apart and waited. Tingling with anticipation. Priapus slid the cool melon slice down her lips and worked it between them until the one tip was buried in her pussy and the other tip just touched her clit.

"Ohhhh..." she gasped as the cool slice tingled between her lips. She waited for him to do more when he stood back. It was Loki's turn. 

Loki put a few of the cherries in the middle of the star fruit and then set the rest aside. He took the fig, and smeared the pulpy center over the top of her breasts. Loki took the last bit and caressed her lips with its juice. Then he reached for the banana. He dipped it in honey and then traced patterns up her thighs. Just when she thought she couldn't hold still any longer, he stopped. He dipped it in honey again and drizzled it over her body and the fruit that adorned it. Last of all, he dipped it once again and slowly pushed it into her hot wet pussy, careful not to move the cantaloupe slice placed by Priapus.

Nimue quivered. She felt so hot....., and so horny....... she was just about to speak when Loki popped a cherry into her mouth. They tasted tart and sweet. While she chewed, he began to move the banana in and out of her pussy. It felt so good. Priapus put a hand on her shoulder and guided her mouth to his cock. 

It was salty, sweet and tart with the pineapple juice running down his cock. Nimue sucked and licked his cock as Loki fucked her with the banana. He moved the cantaloupe slice up and down as well, caressing her clit. Nimue moaned and the vibrations ran up Priapus' cock.

"Oh my...' he moaned. "More!" he said as he pumped his cock towards her face. Nimue obliged and started nibbling the pineapple rings and the grapes that were also hanging there. He moaned again. His hand reached for her breasts, grabbing the plums over the nipples and squeezing them along with her breasts. The juice ran down her sides.

Loki smiled and moved the banana out of her pussy and rubbed the hot juicy fruit across Priapus' lips. Priapus tasted Nimue's juices along with the banana and the honey. He took a bite of the banana and smiled at Loki. Loki pushed the banana back into Nimue's hot pussy and got it all juicy again. Then, he caught her eye and as he smiled at her, he ate what was left of the banana. 

Nimue was nibbling the last of the pineapple ring off of Priapus' cock and licking the juice off of him. Priapus leaned down and started to lick the plum juices and bits of fig off of her breasts. Loki lowered his mouth to her pussy and started to lick the cantaloupe slice, moving it up and down against her clit and just tickling the entrance to her pussy.

"Oh... don't stoppppp!" she moaned. Loki increased his attentions and let his tongue loose on her. He licked honey and fruit off of her while Priapus did the same to her breasts. They each worked their way towards the other, meeting at Nimue's belly button. Priapus moved down to Nimue's pussy and started to eat the cantaloupe along with licking her clit and sucking on her pussy lips to taste the honey. Loki nibbled the star fruit, a cherry or two and then licked her breasts clean of the plum and fig. He kissed her full on the mouth, delivering tastes of fruit and pussy.

"Yummmmm," she moaned as their breaths mixed in her mouth. She reached over and grabbed his cock and a few grapes. She put the grapes in her mouth and then Loki's cock. Nimue rolled the grapes around in her mouth against his cock and let them break and juice all over him. It was Loki's turn to moan.

"Ni-Ni-Nimue..." he finally gasped out. His hips thrust harder against her lips as she took a handful of cherries and crushed them against his ass as she gripped them to steady herself to his thrusts.

Priapus moved between her legs and slowly filled her with his cock. Nimue moaned and arched her hips upwards to meet his thrusts. 

The three of them moved together, thrusts becoming more urgent. Cherry juice and bits of cherry ran down Loki's butt. Grape juice ran down the front of his thighs. Nimue's lips moved up and down his cock while Priapus pounded her into the pillows with fruit fed lust. Loki began to come, feeling that he could hold back no more. Nimue felt the hot salty semen fill her mouth as Loki roared his orgasm into being. 

"AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned as the juices mixed in her mouth, ran down her lips and throat. This galvanized Priapus into urgent thrusts. He reached down and played with Nimue's clit and teased her to orgasm as he too began to pound harder and harder. Nimue let loose of Loki as orgasm overtook her. Loki held her sticky body to him as Priapus came in a roar.

"RRRrrrrrrrrYYYYesssss!" echoed across the garden. Priapus thrust once more and then slowly stopped moving. His hands still playing with her clit as she came to orgasmic wave after wave until her body froze in a massive contortion of pleasure and then collapsed back onto the pillows.

The three of them lay there breathing heavy. Everything smelled of fruit juices and body juices. It was marvelous.

After a bit, Nimue turned to the guys and in a dreamy voice said, "wow.... fruit salad delight!" 



Fruitful



Lucifer's light shown brighter than ever before. 

He'd just been promoted to the Seventh Level Cherubim, and was now second only to the Son. As a reward, he was now free to wander at will through the Known Dimensions, and did so with relish, bringing the Creator all manor of splendid things.

One morning, after a particularly heartfelt Devotional, the choir disembarked to do their daily tasks. Lucifer, wanting to do something more entertaining than sit beside the Son all day, decided it was time to explore another realm.

The clouds parted at Lucifer's feet, revealing a lush, green paradise below. It would have been enough to enrapture a mere mortal, and even the Creator himself was easily amazed by the tiniest of things, but the MorningStar had been to many wonderful places, and had witnessed scenes like the one below a thousand times before. He very nearly turned away in favor of another realm when something caught his eye.

Far below him, in the never ending garden upon the planet that would one day be called Earth, a lone figure walked among the trees. In all his travels, Lucifer had never seen a mortal before, though he had heard the Creator speak of them, and the wonderful plans he had in store for their kind. Something inside of him urged him to turn away, to leave this realm to God and the Son, but Lucifer could not, and instead unfurled his crystalline wings and floated upon the breeze below. 

The glowing orb which gave this planet light and warmth caught and reflected upon the pearlized plumes, rainbows of color dancing around him as he descended. The creature gazed up from below, from a face very like his own, and gasped in wonder. Lucifer was already smitten.

He landed softly upon the fragile green plants, being careful not to trod the grass or bruise the flowers, a particular favorite of the Creator. The creature before him took a moment to compose itself, then bowed low upon one knee, looked back up at him, and smiled.

"What are you?" Lucifer's white-blond hair rustled in a small breeze, and his voice bounced and reverberated amongst the trees. 

"I am called woman," it replied. "Are you an angel? One of God's messengers?"

"An Angel, yes," he nodded. "I am Lucifer, the MorningStar, second to the Son." He beamed with pride. 

"I am called Eve," she replied. She smiled again, and the apples of her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, a high contrast upon her pale skin, seconded only by the rouged nipples upon her milky breasts. Lucifer rarely saw such a thing, most angels were more or less androgynous, and those that weren't, like himself, wore yards and yards of iridescent fabrics, piled and pleated upon their bodies.

His bright, expressive eyes caught her deep brown ones, and she flushed again and looked away. 

"Are there more of you?" 

"My husband, Adam," Eve replied. "He is working the field, as God taught him to do. My job, as he called it, is to be fruitful and multiply, but that has become difficult, as Adam is in the field often."

Lucifer found himself drawn to Eve, to her curving, rounded body, her flowing, chestnut colored hair, her bee-stung lips. He wanted to spend time with her, to be one with her. It was a feeling he'd never known before, yet in his heart of hearts, he knew it to be wrong.

"I have to leave you, Eve," he reluctantly told her. "To go back to the Father, and report to Him what a wonderful place that is here."

"What shall I do?" she asked him. "Adam will not lay with me, are you not a messenger? Have you no hope for me?"

Lucifer's heart felt like lead within his chest, and he was torn as to what to do.

"Do not fret," he finally told her. And, against his better judgment, "I will be back with word from the Father."

Eve smiled, and watched as Lucifer spread his wings, ascending back up towards the Heavens, feeling much better than she had before.

When Lucifer returned to the throne of God, he bowed low at his feet. 

"My Father, Creator, I have visited another place today."

"Oh?" God's voice resounded in his head. The Creator only spoke telepathically, so all conversations with him were personal, intimate, and confidential. "And what things have you seen?"

"Tall, fruitful plants, and a very blue sky. Many flowers that would please you. And a creature who called itself woman, and gave it's name as Eve."

"Ah, you have been to earth, then." The Creator grinned. "I am rather happy about that one."

"The woman, though, is not happy," Lucifer added.

"Another one? I thought we had this all straightened out after Lilith departed." God scratched his chin thoughtfully. "What is the matter this time?"

"She said she knows her job to be fruitful, but Adam is spending many hours away in the field. She cannot lay with him is he is not there."

"Is that all?" God chuckled. "I will send the Metatron to teach her patience. All things shall come in time."

Lucifer bowed and started to turn away. But the girl's face danced in his mind's eye. He turned back.

"Could I do it, Lord?"

"That is not your title, Helel. You are to serve and worship, it is for the Metatron to deliver my will to the mortals."

"Of course, My Lord." Lucifer bowed again, and took his place upon his throne, seated next to the much larger one of the Son, which in turn was overshadowed by the Father.

The Metatron was called forth, and Lucifer watched as he removed a quill feather from him wing, and hastily scratched something upon a cream colored scroll, rolling it back up and tucking it safely within his robes. The to-do-list. Lucifer couldn't help but notice the task was a bit farther from the top than it could have been, and that was all the prompt he needed.

Standing again from the throne, Lucifer strolled back to where he'd descended before. The Creator was busy conversing with one of the many choirs, and the Son was, as usual, planning out the life he was preparing to live upon the newly minted Earth. Now was his chance.

The fluff parted, revealing the Eden below, just as before, only the sun was setting now, casting an orange glow upon everything. It somehow made it seem even more magical. He drifted down and flew above the treetops, scanning the expansive garden for the object of his affection. 

Eve was sitting in a small clearing, rolling out dough and humming to herself, a pretty tune that Lucifer would remember for the rest of his days. He stood behind a tree and listened for a while, watching as her skin glistened with perspiration as she worked, the firelight reflected upon her perfect form. He was about to go to her when he saw another mortal come into the clearing, a dark haired mortal much resembling the image of the Creator himself. He knew it to be Adam, Eve's husband.

She smiled at him, and stopped her working, kissing him upon the cheek in greeting. Adam turned his back to Lucifer, and said something to Eve that he could not hear. She pouted a moment, then returned to her kneading. He took a few small loaves of her freshly made bread, then left again.

A single tear slid down her fair cheek when Lucifer emerged from the shadow.

"What is wrong, Eve?"

She started at his sudden appearance, then wiped at her cheek with a flour-covered hand, leaving a smudge.

"Adam will not lay with me tonight, he is in the pasture tending to the flock. One of the ewes are birthing."

Lucifer did not know what a birthing ewe was, but he clearly knew an opportunity when one was presented to him.

"Pretty Eve, don't cry," he said, gently bringing his hand to her face and wiping away the tear-dampened flour. "I can stay with you."

"But, is that not wrong? "

"I do not know. The Lord God told me His message to you was that all good things shall come in time. Perhaps I am your good thing," he stepped in a little closer, his hand still upon her cheek. 

Eve sniffled, still hesitant. It only made him yearn for her more.

"Let me be with you," he pleaded. "I am so much more, can give you more than you have ever dreamed. There is so much more to life than fields and work, I can truly love you like no one else can."

He'd stepped so close now their bodies were nearly touching, and as he took that last little step, and her flesh met his, they both inhaled in wonder. She was warm, and soft, and naked, and he wanted nothing more to explore every inch of her. His hand went from her cheek to her chin, bringing her head up so their eyes could meet. He seemed to get lost in her gaze, until finally her eyes closed, and those plump lips met his.

Lucifer's head spun, dizzy with emotion as Eve slid the silky fabric from his shoulders. He could feel the warmth of her skin and the fire beyond upon his flesh, the cool night breeze tickling his hair upon his shoulders. She twined her hands within it, and he brought both his to her face, holding on for dear life as their kisses grew deeper by the second. His sex, that which determined him to be a man, stood rigid and throbbing against her soft belly, though she paid it no notice.

His hand wandered to her breast, cupping it and rubbing its pebbled nipple between his fingers. She gasped against his mouth, and he knew it to be pleasurable for her. Her hips rubbed up against his, and he could feel her like fire below. 

He pushed against herm wanting to be as close as he could get, until finally she backed against a tree, her body melding with his. Her soft body yielded to his firm one, and he desired nothing more to be within it. She wrapped her arms around his neck as Lucifer began to kiss upon the helix of her ear, enjoying the bumps and tremble it brought to her skin. She protruded her hip to rub against his, and he lifted her deftly by her bottom, urging her to wrap her legs around him. His erection was centimeters from entering her glistening depths, and he shivered in anticipation.

"Lucifer," she breathed. "I must be below you, it is how it is done."

"You will never be below me, love," he held her close and his voice was thick with desire. "I will take you as my equal. I would do anything for you, but I will not have you subservient to me."

"But that is the way it is supposed to be," she argued.

"Not for us, Love. Not now that you are mine."

Before she could argue further, Lucifer thrust himself deep within her, and her body went rigid against him. Pleasure the likes of which he'd never felt before radiated all the way down to his toes. As she relaxed, he withdrew, only to impale her again and again, her cries of passion becoming louder with every thrust.

Her insides pulsed and squeezed around him, sending him into a rage of ecstasy. He grunted and moaned, panted into her neck, as Eve cried out her pleasures to the night. Finally, when they could take no more, Lucifer's hot seed erupted forth, and Eve shuddered and convulsed in his arms. His knees buckled and legs gave way, and they sank slowly to the forest floor, Lucifer still held tight within her.

"I love you," he said, kissing her mouth, her cheek, her nose. "I love you."

Eve smiled, slowly regaining her breath. He plucked a ripe, sweet apple from the tree they'd made love under and bit into it, juices running down his chin as he gazed thoughtfully into her eyes. He handed it to her, and she followed suit. 

"I would do anything for you, I will rule the earth for you, topple the Heavens." he said around his bite of the crunchy fruit. "I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain. I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High. All to be with you into eternity."

It was at this moment that Lucifer heard the voice of the Metatron. "Lucifer, Son of the Morning, you are hereby called forth into the court of the Heavens," He did not sound pleased. "To face judgment from the Almighty for such sins you have incurred upon Earth." 

"And you," he pointed a finger at Eve, who'd dropped the apple into the dirt in alarm, " shall suffer for your sin as well. Adultery, as well as eating from the Tree of Knowledge, both of which are highly forbidden acts. Your life shall be shortened, living only the span of one hundred years. You shall bear a child of this union, and your labor pains will be great, so that you will forever be reminded of the atrocity of this sin. Now, go and be with your husband."

The Creator was not lenient. 

The whole of the cherubim were there, to witness him being cast out. God used him as an example. "My most trusted of Angels, wandering off to Earth and defiling My creations there. Being responsible for not one, but two original sins. Eve will suffer the rest of her now short life because of him, and for that, he shall suffer for the rest of eternity, cast into the realm called Hell." 

God rubbed his face in the fact that he was so proud to be second only to the Son, and if he wanted to rule a realm, he shall have it, but it will be the anti-Heaven, and he shall never see the glass city again. 

With that Lucifer turned his back on God, and waited to be cast out. 

From Earth, as Eve joined her husband in the field, she watched a streak of lightning light up the night sky, blazing a trail from the clouds above all the way to the ground below, but thought nothing of it.



Fruitful



Lucifer's light shown brighter than ever before. 

He'd just been promoted to the Seventh Level Cherubim, and was now second only to the Son. As a reward, he was now free to wander at will through the Known Dimensions, and did so with relish, bringing the Creator all manner of splendid things.

One morning, after a particularly heartfelt Devotional, the choir disembarked to do their daily tasks. Lucifer, wanting to do something more entertaining than sit beside the Son all day, decided it was time to explore another realm.

The clouds parted at Lucifer's feet, revealing a lush, green paradise below. It would have been enough to enrapture a mere mortal, and even the Creator himself was easily amazed by the tiniest of things, but the MorningStar had been to many wonderful places, and had witnessed scenes like the one below a thousand times before. He very nearly turned away in favor of another realm when something caught his eye.

Far below him, in the never ending garden upon the planet that would one day be called Earth, a lone figure walked among the trees. In all his travels, Lucifer had never seen a mortal before, though he had heard the Creator speak of them, and the wonderful plans he had in store for their kind. Something inside of him urged him to turn away, to leave this realm to God and the Son, but Lucifer could not, and instead unfurled his crystalline wings and floated upon the breeze below. 

The glowing orb which gave this planet light and warmth caught and reflected upon the pearlized plumes, rainbows of color dancing around him as he descended. The creature gazed up from below, from a face very like his own, and gasped in wonder. Lucifer was already smitten.

He landed softly upon the fragile green plants, being careful not to trod the grass or bruise the flowers, a particular favorite of the Creator. The creature before him took a moment to compose itself, then bowed low upon one knee, looked back up at him, and smiled.

"What are you?" Lucifer's white-blond hair rustled in a small breeze, and his voice bounced and reverberated amongst the trees. 

"I am called woman," it replied. "Are you an angel? One of God's messengers?"

"An Angel, yes," he nodded. "I am Lucifer, the MorningStar, second to the Son." He beamed with pride. 

"I am called Eve," she replied. She smiled again, and the apples of her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, a high contrast upon her pale skin, seconded only by the rouged nipples upon her milky breasts. Lucifer rarely saw such a thing, most angels were more or less androgynous, and those that weren't, like himself, wore yards and yards of iridescent fabrics, piled and pleated upon their bodies.

His bright, expressive eyes caught her deep brown ones, and she flushed again and looked away. 

"Are there more of you?" 

"My husband, Adam," Eve replied. "He is working the field, as God taught him to do. My job, as he called it, is to be fruitful and multiply, but that has become difficult, as Adam is in the field often."

Lucifer found himself drawn to Eve, to her curving, rounded body, her flowing, chestnut colored hair, her bee-stung lips. He wanted to spend time with her, to be one with her. It was a feeling he'd never known before, yet in his heart of hearts, he knew it to be wrong.

"I have to leave you, Eve," he reluctantly told her. "To go back to the Father, and report to Him what a wonderful place that is here."

"What shall I do?" she asked him. "Adam will not lay with me, are you not a messenger? Have you no hope for me?"

Lucifer's heart felt like lead within his chest, and he was torn as to what to do.

"Do not fret," he finally told her. And, against his better judgment, "I will be back with word from the Father."

Eve smiled, and watched as Lucifer spread his wings, ascending back up towards the Heavens, feeling much better than she had before.

When Lucifer returned to the throne of God, he bowed low at his feet. 

"My Father, Creator, I have visited another place today."

"Oh?" God's voice resounded in his head. The Creator only spoke telepathically, so all conversations with him were personal, intimate, and confidential. "And what things have you seen?"

"Tall, fruitful plants, and a very blue sky. Many flowers that would please you. And a creature who called itself woman, and gave its name as Eve."

"Ah, you have been to earth, then." The Creator grinned. "I am rather happy about that one."

"The woman, though, is not happy," Lucifer added.

"Another one? I thought we had this all straightened out after Lilith departed." God scratched his chin thoughtfully. "What is the matter this time?"

"She said she knows her job to be fruitful, but Adam is spending many hours away in the field. She cannot lay with him is he is not there."

"Is that all?" God chuckled. "I will send the Metatron to teach her patience. All things shall come in time."

Lucifer bowed and started to turn away. But the girl's face danced in his mind's eye. He turned back.

"Could I do it, Lord?"

"That is not your title, Helel. You are to serve and worship, it is for the Metatron to deliver my will to the mortals."

"Of course, My Lord." Lucifer bowed again, and took his place upon his throne, seated next to the much larger one of the Son, which in turn was overshadowed by the Father.

The Metatron was called forth, and Lucifer watched as he removed a quill feather from him wing, and hastily scratched something upon a cream colored scroll, rolling it back up and tucking it safely within his robes. The to-do-list. Lucifer couldn't help but notice the task was a bit farther from the top than it could have been, and that was all the prompt he needed.

Standing again from the throne, Lucifer strolled back to where he'd descended before. The Creator was busy conversing with one of the many choirs, and the Son was, as usual, planning out the life he was preparing to live upon the newly minted Earth. Now was his chance.

The fluff parted, revealing the Eden below, just as before, only the sun was setting now, casting an orange glow upon everything. It somehow made it seem even more magical. He drifted down and flew above the treetops, scanning the expansive garden for the object of his affection. 

Eve was sitting in a small clearing, rolling out dough and humming to herself, a pretty tune that Lucifer would remember for the rest of his days. He stood behind a tree and listened for a while, watching as her skin glistened with perspiration as she worked, the firelight reflected upon her perfect form. He was about to go to her when he saw another mortal come into the clearing, a dark haired mortal much resembling the image of the Creator himself. He knew it to be Adam, Eve's husband.

She smiled at him, and stopped her working, kissing him upon the cheek in greeting. Adam turned his back to Lucifer, and said something to Eve that he could not hear. She pouted a moment, then returned to her kneading. He took a few small loaves of her freshly made bread, then left again.

A single tear slid down her fair cheek when Lucifer emerged from the shadow.

"What is wrong, Eve?"

She started at his sudden appearance, then wiped at her cheek with a flour-covered hand, leaving a smudge.

"Adam will not lay with me tonight, he is in the pasture tending to the flock. One of the ewes are birthing."

Lucifer did not know what a birthing ewe was, but he clearly knew an opportunity when one was presented to him.

"Pretty Eve, don't cry," he said, gently bringing his hand to her face and wiping away the tear-dampened flour. "I can stay with you."

"But, is that not wrong? "

"I do not know. The Lord God told me His message to you was that all good things shall come in time. Perhaps I am your good thing," he stepped in a little closer, his hand still upon her cheek. 

Eve sniffled, still hesitant. It only made him yearn for her more.

"Let me be with you," he pleaded. "I am so much more, can give you more than you have ever dreamed. There is so much more to life than fields and work, I can truly love you like no one else can."

He'd stepped so close now their bodies were nearly touching, and as he took that last little step, and her flesh met his, they both inhaled in wonder. 

She was warm, and soft, and naked, and he wanted nothing more to explore every inch of her. His hand went from her cheek to her chin, bringing her head up so their eyes could meet. He seemed to get lost in her gaze, until finally her eyes closed, and those plump lips met his.

Lucifer's head spun, dizzy with emotion as Eve slid the silky fabric from his shoulders. He could feel the warmth of her skin and the fire beyond upon his flesh, the cool night breeze tickling his hair upon his shoulders. She twined her hands within it, and he brought both his to her face, holding on for dear life as their kisses grew deeper by the second. His sex, that which determined him to be a man, stood rigid and throbbing against her soft belly, though she paid it no notice.

His hand wandered to her breast, cupping it and rubbing its pebbled nipple between his fingers. She gasped against his mouth, and he knew it to be pleasurable for her. Her hips rubbed up against his, and he could feel her like fire below. 

He pushed against herm wanting to be as close as he could get, until finally she backed against a tree, her body melding with his. Her soft body yielded to his firm one, and he desired nothing more to be within it. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as Lucifer began to kiss upon the helix of her ear, enjoying the bumps and tremble it brought to her skin. She protruded her hip to rub against his, and he lifted her deftly by her bottom, urging her to wrap her legs around him. His erection was centimeters from entering her glistening depths, and he shivered in anticipation.

"Lucifer," she breathed. "I must be below you, it is how it is done."

"You will never be below me, love," he held her close and his voice was thick with desire. "I will take you as my equal. I would do anything for you, but I will not have you subservient to me."

"But that is the way it is supposed to be," she argued.

"Not for us, Love. Not now that you are mine."

Before she could argue further, Lucifer thrust himself deep within her, and her body went rigid against him. Pleasure the likes of which he'd never felt before radiated all the way down to his toes. As she relaxed, he withdrew, only to impale her again and again, her cries of passion becoming louder with every thrust.

Her insides pulsed and squeezed around him, sending him into a rage of ecstasy. He grunted and moaned, panted into her neck, as Eve cried out her pleasures to the night. Finally, when they could take no more, Lucifer's hot seed erupted forth, and Eve shuddered and convulsed in his arms. His knees buckled and legs gave way, and they sank slowly to the forest floor, Lucifer still held tight within her.

"I love you," he said, kissing her mouth, her cheek, her nose. "I love you."

Eve smiled, slowly regaining her breath. He plucked a ripe, sweet apple from the tree they'd made love upon and bit into it, juices running down his chin as he gazed thoughtfully into her eyes. He handed it to her, and she followed suit. 

"I would do anything for you, I will rule the earth for you, topple the Heavens." he said around his bite of the crunchy fruit. "I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of the sacred mountain. I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High. All to be with you into eternity."

It was at this moment that Lucifer heard the voice of the Metatron. "Lucifer, Son of the Morning, you are hereby called forth into the court of the Heavens," He did not sound pleased. "To face judgment from the Almighty for such sins you have incurred upon Earth." 

"And you," he pointed a finger at Eve, who'd dropped the apple into the dirt in alarm, " shall suffer for your sin as well. Adultery as well as eating from the Tree of Knowledge, both of which are highly forbidden acts. Your life shall be shortened, living only the span of one hundred years. You shall bear a child of this union, and your labor pains will be great, so that you will forever be reminded of the atrocity of this sin. Now, go and be with your husband."

The Creator was not lenient. 

The whole of the cherubim were there, to witness him being cast out. God used him as an example. "My most trusted of Angels, wandering off to Earth and defiling My creations there. Being responsible for not one, but two original sins. Eve will suffer the rest of her now short life because of him, and for that, he shall suffer for the rest of eternity, cast into a realm called Hell." 

God rubbed his face in the fact that he was so proud to be second only to the Son, and if he wanted to rule a realm, he shall have it, but it will be the anti-Heaven, and he shall never see the glass city again. 

With that Lucifer turned his back on God, and waiting to be cast out. 

From Earth, as Eve joined her husband in the field, she watched a streak of lightning light up the night sky, blazing a trail from the clouds above all the way to the ground below, but thought nothing of it. 



Fruition



"Nervous, too damned nervous," she thought as she pulled into the hotel parking lot. "What am I doing here?"

She got out of her vehicle, glancing in the mirror first to make sure her hair was good and there wasn't anything stuck in her teeth. She was amazed at how the adrenaline had made her knees really wobbly. "I'm meeting a man, other than my husband, for the first time in years, and I don't know if I can go through with it," she thought.

Part of her was excited almost beyond belief. She could actually feel her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her blouse (she wore no bra). She was a little wet between her legs, and felt a tingle, almost like a contraction, occasionally. She had felt nothing like this in years.

Contrasting with these erotic feelings, however, was the flock of butterflies she felt beating at the lining of her stomach, the dry mouth, and the wobbly knees. "Dirty Knees," he jokingly called them, because of her comment about tanning them darker than the rest of her legs while using the riding mower.

Walking to the front of the hotel was like walking through molasses. It wasn't just the heat and humidity, typical for Florida, but the waves of anxiety she felt. "I can't go through with this, really," she thought.

She mounted the few steps to the hotel doors, and somehow found the nerve and energy to open them. It was cool inside the hotel, and this improved her spirits and lowered the almost-nausea she felt. "I'll just have one drink with him and tell him I'm sorry, but I can't go through with it," she thought.

She located the bar, a darkly paneled wood place, cool, with soft music playing. There he was, in a back corner booth. She'd seen his picture on-line, and he looked much as his picture did. "Take a look at those shoulders," she thought, for his broad, square shoulders were the most striking aspect of his physique.

He noticed her come in; after all, he was expecting her, and was an ex-cop.

He rose, smiling, and she thought, "Oh-oh, I'm in trouble." He had the easy smile of someone at-ease with what was transpiring.

She moved to join him, and he met her several steps away from the booth.

Taking both his hands in hers, he introduced her, maintaining eye-contact the entire time. The feeling of wetness increased.

He escorted her back to the booth, where he had a Margarita waiting for her. "Good memory," she thought. "Wonder what HE has on his mind, as if I don't know."

He reached out and took her hand again, telling her how glad he was that she'd come to meet him. He was stroking her hand the entire time, and the effect was quite erotic. "No use ruining things so soon by telling him I'm leaving," she thought.

She found the Margarita to be excellent, so cool and refreshing after the heat of the mid-day Florida sun. "Gotta be careful, here," she thought.

They chatted about this and that: the sale of her house, his job, her job, the heat. Although they were well acquainted with each other from the internet, it was necessary to "break the ice." Soon, however, he surprised her.

She was startled to find his shoeless foot stroking her leg. He'd removed a loafer under the table, and was stroking her legs with his foot. It was a little funny, like something from a movie, but stimulating at the same time. Contrasting urges battled--the desire to laugh, and that throbbing feeling between her legs.

All the while, he acted as though nothing were happening under the table, carrying out idle banter and stroking her hand. Also, she had begin to feel the effects of the Margarita, which she noted with some surprise, was all gone. He smoothly ordered her another.

His foot was tracing lines from her inner thigh down to her foot, and it was VERY distracting. She found herself reflecting on what he had told her he wanted to do with her, and imagining it happening. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, after all," she reflected.

By the time the second drink was empty, she was ready to accept his offer to join him in his room. She got up, a little wobbly, (not the knees, this time) and allowed him to escort her to the elevator.

When the door closed, he pulled her around to make eye contact, and slowly drew his face closer to hers. Their eyes closed and their lips met for that first kiss. He was much gentler than she'd expected, and did not use his tongue at all. The kiss went on, and on, until finally, the car reached their floor.

With his arm around her, he swiped the door lock and entered his room. She saw that he'd removed the top sheet and spread, and soon he had soft music playing. He moved back to her, this time pulling her to him more firmly.

Their lips met again, and she found her lip opening for his tongue, probing her, finding hers.

His hands weren't still, either. They'd moved from her back, down her backside, and gripped the cheeks of her ass. One hand lingered there, squeezing rhythmically, while the other found her rock-hard nipples, rolling and pulling on them.

The kisses continued, and somehow, he removed her top. She didn't really remember it happening, but was convinced it had, as his kisses drew down her neck, alternately licking and sucking, down to her nipples.

She amazed herself, by tugging at his pullover shirt, helping him take it off. As his head moved from one breast to the other, she stroked his bare back. He picked her up, and gently deposited her on the bed. She'd worn a skirt for this meeting, with no hose, and, very uncharacteristically, had also omitted any panties at the last minute. That was before she'd decided to chicken out.

"This can't be happening," she thought, as he found the button and zipper to the skirt, and clumsily got it opened. He pulled the skirt of, watching it slide over her shapely legs, shaved extra-smooth for today.

"Mmmmmm..." he half-moaned, when her bush was revealed. Slipping the skirt free, he lightly dusted her bush with his finger, almost teasing it, like a hairdo. She could feel the slight tugging of the hairs on her labia, the tiny tugs amplified by her need, which was increasing steadily.

"You have a beautiful little body," he told her, and moved his kisses downwards. He kissed and licked her belly, paying special attention to her belly-button. His kisses continued their downward movement, pausing only briefly to stroke her wetted pussy. The first touch of his tongue on her was like fire and ice at once. Her hands moved to the back of his head, but he soon moved downwards...

He kissed her thighs, licking the inner areas. Down her legs he kissed and licked, finally taking her great toes in his mouth, and sucking them like a cock. She could feel his warm wet mouth on her toes, and wondered what it must be like to have a cock and have it sucked. Briefly, it occurred to her that this must be similar to the feeling of being in a pussy, too.

He moved back up her legs, slowly, again pausing only briefly at her pussy.

This time, she opened her legs wider and moaned, hoping he'd continue his efforts there.

He kissed his way back up to her nipples, sucking them some more, pulling the hardened points into his mouth. Finally, he kissed her lips again, and she could taste herself on him. "Must be the Margarita," she thought, eagerly devouring his tongue.

He pulled back, and she watched him shift position to put his penis near her face. "I'm glad for the tequila," she thought, taking it into her mouth.

She was surprised how clean he tasted and smelled.

After she stroked his cock a few times with her mouth, he pulled it away.

She, who thought she didn't like to suck cocks, was oddly disappointed. She overcame that, though, when his kisses again found their way down to her pussy.

His tongue was magic, long, limber and soft. He began by swirling her clitoris in his mouth, but soon began a rhythmic strumming of it side to side. The feeling was incredible.

She felt the contractions of her orgasm begin. Felt her back arch, her toes point downward with the tightening of her legs. Heard herself moaning, groaning, almost-screaming. Felt the orgasmic shuddering of her body, as the muscles spasmed. Waves of pleasure lapped over her, as he lapped over her. She felt she was going to burst, then she did.

As she lay trembling, exhausted, she felt him move up, and once again tasted herself on him. She jumped when he inserted his hard penis fully in her in one stroke--such was her wetness. He began to stroke her rhythmically, slowly, deeply.

His pubis ground on her clitoris, and she found herself gripping his legs with hers in total abandon, pulling herself up to meet his thrusts. Another orgasm came and went, then another. Finally, she felt him stiffen, groan, and shudder, as he spent himself in her, triggering her final orgasm. Final ever, she thought lazily.

But, of course, she was wrong, as he proved a little while later.



Fruits of the Vine



Gently, she placed her novel on the small weathered table beside her. Jarrah closed her eyes and tilted her heat back to feel the summer sun full on her face. The sun was warm and powerful as it kissed her skin. A smile played on her lips as the soft sea breeze whispered past her, taking with it some of the heat from the sun above. Jarrah loved summer. To hear the cicadas shrilling and see the heat shimmering off the tarmac on the roads meant that she was alive. The heat of the sun on her skin left a subtle glow, a reminder of its presence. On days like today, she would sit outside under the passionfruit vine that covered her verandah, and she would inhale scents of jasmine, wattle, eucalyptus and the flowers of the fruit and citrus trees in her garden as she read to herself in the pleasure-filled sunlight. 

She was curled up on an old wooden chair, her legs tucked under her. Her white cotton dress hugged her well in all the right places. It nipped in at her waist, and shimmed effortlessly off her bottom, accentuating her vivacious curves and sexual figure. Her long black hair was tied back in a half-plait, the curls at the end tumbling over her shoulder, shining like silk in perfect contrast with her clear, lightly tanned skin. A fine sheen of sweat clung to her body, and she shone in the light with a surreal radiance that invoked a stirring in the loins of many a passerby who dares look over the fence into her yard. 

But her mind was not on these strange people. It was on her lover. The man with the eyes like 2 pools of unimaginable depth. Jarrah's own eyes are the colour of storm clouds... a deep steely grey, but Silas has eyes the colour of unfired terracotta clay, deep and earthy. The warmth of them thaws her soul on the coldest of winter days, and cheers her heart at even the worst times. His hair is only slightly darker, but looks almost like the bleached wood of her chair in the bright full sun. When she sees him again, she will run her fingers through it as she kisses him full and slowly. She loves to tousle his hair. In her mind, she can smell the cologne he puts on after he shaves, and is comforted by its memory. It smells fresh... of grass and work and fresh linen, and is mixed with scents of his own body, male and strong. It is beautiful to her.

Missing Silas, Jarrah begins to run her hands over her smooth, glistening skin. It has been days since she has felt his touch, and she is craving him. But he will not be home for several hours yet... Looking over her body, she sees her nipple stiffen in anticipation, its rosy brown glow visible through the fine white cotton dress. With a gentle firmness, she caresses it, until it strains taught against the glowing white fabric. A pang of sudden arousal courses through her body, and her breathing quickens and deepens as a familiar aching tightness takes up residence in her belly. Shifting in her seat, Jarrah unfolds her legs and perches her feet on the table in front of her. Gently she raises the hem of her dress, until she is able to place her hand at her own hot, steamy sex. The soft lace of her knickers is already damp, but from the heat of the day or the heat of her arousal she cannot tell, and she does not care. Her dress still covers much of her legs, but slowly and gently she rubs circles at the cleft between her legs, and her pleasure-bump begins to swell until she can feel it poking its way from between her swelling lips. Her fingers move with a steady rhythm, and dip gradually deeper and deeper into her moist slip. The feel of the wet lace over her clit is exquisite, and a soft, almost imperceptible moan of delight escapes her throat. 

Tossing her head back as if to feel the suns kisses as Silas', she deftly slips her fingers under the waistband of her now dripping panties, and revels in the sticky, musky wetness she finds there. Shifting one leg over the arm of her chair, her rhythm changes, becomes more urgent. Cone are the circles of pleasure, replaced by a swift back and forth motion with the tips of her fingers. If anyone were now to look into her yard, they would be greeted by a beautiful woman engulfed in the wrath of her own pleasure. Caressing and pulling at her nipple with her free hand, biting at her lip, Jarrah begins to rub more urgently and furiously at her groin, silently begging herself to grace her with release. in a sudden moment, her belly and crotch flood with a warmth from deep within her, an her orgasm is loosed as her salty, feminine juices spill from her onto her hands and panties, overflowing to her dress and the pavers below. Breathing ragged, Jarrah is oblivious to the onlooker at the side of her passionfruit vine, and deliberately and greedily sucks her come from her fingers. Their taste is sweet and full of passion. The day is waning, and soon her love will be home. 

Silas steps almost silently from behind the vine, and without a word moves his body over Jarrah, engulfing her in a kiss that is almost electric for all the tension it emanates. His groin is swelled, his manhood straining against his lightweight chinos. Surprised, almost embarrassed, Jarrah rises up to kiss him full on the mouth, and he tastes her sweet pussy on her lips. Sinking to the ground, he pulls her onto him, pushing his throbbing cock against her heated, sun kissed body. Her hands caress his face and chest with urgency unlike any she has ever felt. He squeezes her ample bum, and with a swift movement looses his generous staff from their cloth prison. It bounces, shining and inviting, in the sunlight, a droplet forming on its tip.

He lifts Jarrah up and over his turgid gift, and simultaneously moves her panties to the side, and lowers her onto himself. A gasp escapes her as he fills her up, and his own pleasure fills the air. Frantic for release, Jarrah moves her slick, swollen womanhood along Silas, her clit grazing the silver buckle of his belt each time she takes him entirely into herself. The pain from it is electric, and pleasure shoots from each contact like lightning from the heavens. Tightening his grip on her arse, he can feel her orgasm building, and he pushes himself deeper within her, as she tightens her arms around his neck, tugging at his thick, luscious hair. With a sudden explosion within her, she is once again engulfed in her own heat, as her pussy tightens around the cock of her lover, and spills its salty womanly fluid over him. In perfect response, Silas' need becomes animal, he pulls her down onto him with a force and roughness she has come to know only comes with excruciating pleasure. A look of pain and pleasure mingled together crosses his face, and she feels his penis convulse over and over within her as he spills his warm seed into her. The remnants of her own orgasm are rekindled, and she once again feels her clit beginning to tap at her blushing lips, as her pleasure is prolonged. 

Slick with sweat, they hold and caress one another under the passionfruit arbour, in the midday sun. As their juices mingle with each other, Jarrah smiles to herself. Her lunchtime surprise from her lover is more than she could ever have wished for. They kiss once more in the summer sun, and as if approving of their union, the summer breeze picks back up and kisses their skin, engulfing them in the scents of jasmine, eucalypts and the sea.



Fruitstand Fucking



My name is Nancy and this is a real life experience that I have had. A little background for you….I was 19 when this happened. It was summertime and I was working at my aunt’s fruit stand with my a friend of mine, who we’ll call Karen. 

We got out to the stand about 8am and had it set up and opened by 9am (we set up on one of the local county highways). Over the next 3 hours, we made very little money. We were starting to get hungry, so my aunt left to go get some burgers. My aunt had been gone for just a few minutes, when Karen got this idea that maybe doing some “advertising” would help us attract customers. Karen volunteered herself to go first. She was wearing a yellow sun dress, bra, bikini panties, and a pair of wooden soled flip-flops. She walked over to the road and pulled up her dress, exposing her panties. The first car that came along, slowed, but didn’t stop. A few moments later a second car came along, this car pulled up to the stand and a tall, muscular black man got out. Him and Karen talked for a few minutes, then she lead him away from the side of the road, over to the stand.

I was about the ask our customer what he wanted to buy, but he walked right on by me and around to the back of the stand. Karen dropped to her knees, reached into his jeans and pulled out his limp dick. I watched as my friend ran her tongue up and down his dark shaft. She swirled her tongue around his cockhead and then worked her way down to his balls. Again, her tongue swirled. The guy moaned as she took his black balls into her mouth. I was starting to get wet watching his black cock slide around between my friends cream colored hands as she stroked him in rhythm with her tongue. The guy ran his fingers through Karen’s hair. She let his balls drop out of her mouth and she dragged her tongue up his shaft, where she began to lick, kiss, and nibble on his cock head. Her hands moved down to his balls and began to play with them. The guy grabbed Karen’s head and forced the full length of his cock down her throat. My friend immediately was sucking his cock like a pro. It was obvious he was loving it. His head was moving from side to side, his eyes were closed, and he was moaning. I began to rub my pussy through my shorts and thongs at the sight of my friend sucking thick, black cock. Karen wrapped both of her hands around his shaft, one behind the other. As his cock went into her mouth, her hands stroked down on his shaft. As his cock went out of her mouth, her hands stroked back up his shaft. His hips were thrusting towards her lips and his moaning was getting louder and faster. It looked like cock sucking came naturally to Karen. She quickened the pace, sucking harder , without much more effort from Karen, the guy groaned, shuddered, and began to blow his load off in her mouth. With his cum flowing into her mouth, I watched in amazement as my Karen worked on sucking him harder and faster. Her hands were squeezing his shaft. Hell, she was milking him dry. The black man let out a loud groan as his cock emptied out and went limp as Karen pulled him out of her mouth. Once he recovered, he bought about $10 worth of stuff. Karen was grinning from ear to ear when he left.

About 10 minutes later, my aunt showed up with lunch. As we ate lunch, Karen bragged about how she had “sold” some fruit and how I had done nothing to help. My aunt didn’t pay much attention to her, but I was upset. After lunch, my aunt left again (since things were slow, she wanted to scout out a new site for the stand for the next day). Once she left, my jealously that my friend had made “real money” and was rubbing it in, got the better of me. I stripped off my t-shirt and shorts, and standing only in my bra/thongs and a pair of sneakers - began to wave at the cars that passed us by. Just like with a Karen, we had a few slow down, and one even stopped for a moment. The guy behind the wheel checked me out and then drove off. 

A few more minutes went by before a pickup came along and stopped. Behind the wheel of this pickup truck was an older, heavy-set black man. He slid over to the passenger side of the truck, opened the door and stepped out of the cab. He asked me what I was selling. I told him about the fruit stand just a few yards off the highway, he told me for some “good head” he would buy some stuff. I asked him how much would he be willing to buy (I wanted to bring in more then Karen’s $10). He thought for a moment and asked me how much did I want him to buy…I told him I wanted to sell more then my friend had and what would it take for him to buy $20 or $30 worth of stuff. He thought for a minute or two and told me to just start sucking and he would figure something out. 

Right there by the side of the road, in plain view, I got down on my knees, as the guy pulled his fat, semi-erect cock out of his pants. I immediately went to work on it. I ran my tongue up and down his dark shaft a few times, before going to work on his cockhead. I spent my first few minutes sucking only his chocolate colored cockhead, as he was so thick I was having trouble getting him into my mouth. While working him in, I let my hands slide up and down his shaft. I gently nibbled on his cockhead, before finally inhaling all 8 or 9 inches of him into my mouth (though my mouth was stretched to the limits). He moaned as I took him all the way back out of my mouth, before deep-throating him again. With his black cock buried in my mouth, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft. It took only a few more of the long, deep strokes into my mouth, before he started begging me to let him cum in my mouth. I heard a car drive by and a man’s voice yell “Suck his cock you bitch!” This only excited me more, to know that everyone driving by was seeing a young white girl blow an older black man. I started to suck him harder and faster. He grunted and shot off his load into my mouth. I had to swallow fast to keep from gagging. I looked out the corner of my eye and saw that Karen had pulled her dress up again, pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and was pumping 2 fingers in and out of her pussy. To think that my friend was turned on by me giving a blowjob to a fat cocked black man just gave me the desire to keep going. I licked the guy’s cockhead and shaft clean. I was happy to find him still a little hard, so to his and Karen’s surprise, I stuffed his black cock back in my white mouth and began sucking him off again. 

“Holy Shit! You may make me cum again”, he groaned as I continued to work his cock in and out of my mouth. He promised me a total of $50 if he could fuck me. I stood up, pulled my panties down to my ankles, spread my legs a little, and leaned into the pickups cab. Before entering me, he promised that he wouldn’t cum in my pussy. With that, he quickly rammed all of his black manhood into the dripping wet pussy of this very horny white girl. As he fucked me I could feel his fat cock stretching my pussy wider and I could feel his big heavy dark balls spanking my hot, white clit. He reached into the cab with his big black hands and slid my off-white bra straps off of my creamy white shoulders. He then reached into my bra cups and began fondling my small, round, perky tits. I could feel his cock jack hammering away at my pussy as he cupped my tits and began to pull on my nipples. I was groaning louder and faster and I knew I was going to cum soon. He continued to pump his dark meat in and out of my white cunt, as his breathing grew faster. I came first - moaning and rotating my hips as I did. My orgasm triggered his, as he quickly pulled out of my pussy and shot a wad of cum on my back. He took a step away from me, stroking his cock quickly, and fired a few spurts of cum onto my ass and the back of my upper thighs. As he caught his breath, I could feel his black jizz running down my butt cheeks and legs. I took my bra off and used it to clean his cum off of my ass and legs. I then pulled my panties back up before walking with him over to the stand. Once at the stand, I put my shorts and t-shirt back on. He then gave me $50, took some fruit and left.