Peaches may not be the passion fruit, but they have always made me cream. I guess it all started while watching a porno flick. My wife was gone, I had the house to my self, just me and the TV and the beautiful women showing all. It was a simple scene. She entered the cafeteria after pleading with her boss to follow. She was tall, awesome figure, beautiful breasts, perky and taunt. As usual it didnt take long for the sex to follow. Just her and five men. Well, she didnt need much lubrication, her twat was steaming and ready for man meat. They provided all she wanted. Coating her sliced peaches, they made her entire body a slippery, sexy f*** fest. She fingered her a** while men slide their poles deep in her mouth. She took them clear to the base, and slid up and down wanting nothing more than to be filled with their man juice in every hole. It was incredible for me to watch this. I was at full salute. Every since, I have had my own fantasy with sliced peaches.
I come home from work all is quite, my lover still out. Quickly I prepare. A plastic sheet to protect the floor, a large bowl of sliced peaches with all the juice, a bowl of hot water, and a dozen Oceana Roses (the large fragrant pink blossoms.) The living room floor is cleared of obstacles and plastic laid out. The roses are placed in a vase on the coffee table. Candles dot the room providing a gentle glow to relax my lover upon arriving home. I meet her at the door in a g-string. She is a little surprised, but loves my tight buns. Leading her up the stairs, she stills a kiss or two from my bottom, arousing me even more than I am. At the top of the stair, remove her clothes. I place a silk blindfold over her eyes, and lead her to my love nest. She can smell the candles, and the fragrant flowers, but wonders what she is in for.Gently I lay her on the cool plastic and begin to massage her. Starting from her neck, I massage the stress of the day from her shoulders. Working gradually down her back she begins to unwind. I straddle her. My cock resting between her checks. She asks, What happened to your britches?. Guess they got lost. Now I reach into the bowl of peaches and dribble juice all over her back. I massage deeply, feeling her enjoy the massage. Leaning down, I lick her back. The taste of peaches, oh so sweet on her sexy body. After a little massaging and licking, my cock begins to leak precum. I can hardly wait to slip inside my lover. I dibble more peach juice on her back, and between her cheeks. It feels so good to slide through the sticky syrup. My cock harder and harder with each thrust. Leaning over I rest my chest on her back. Feeling the syrup stick us together. Adding a little water makes it ever so slippery again.Now she cant stand it any longer. She wants to participate. She rolls over on her back, and begins to lick the syrup from my chest. From peck to peck she goes. Down my stomach, down my pecker Oh the pleasure of her sucking. It drives me to the brink of cumming. But not yet. I stop to pour more syrup on her breasts. Licking the sweet juice from mounds of womanly flesh. Hooo the feel of her breasts, tender firm full. I love flicking her nipples with my tongue as my cock rest at the door to heaven. She beckons me enter. But not yet.Again I grab the peaches. Pouring the bowl on her body and to her sweet sugar walls. Downward I slide and lick the sweetness of her womanhood. The folds of flesh wrap around my tongue, her thighs grab my head in delight while she grabs hand fulls of hair. Licking slowly back and forth, up and down she glides her hips in unison with my tongue. Nearing orgasm she starts to buck her hips. Pulling me closer. Oh, I want her now, I want her to cum in my face. To scream her pleasures for all to hear.Quickly, I stop. Moving up I slide my cock between her womanly folds of flesh, and drive deep with in her. My cock fills her completely. Her nails slide across my back as she thrusts to meet mine.Together we cum in waves of ecstasy. Rolling through the sticky, slippery pool of peach juice.
My wife wont participate. I guess this will remain a fatasy.