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  Sunlight peeked through the blinds, casting a ray of light in the dim room. Flora tossed over, her mouth dry and stomach rumbling. She groaned. What time was it? She glanced the alarm clock, which hadn't gone off yet.

  No wonder. It was unplugged.

  Damn it! Why had Kyle done that? It might be Saturday, but she had a lot to do. Slipping on a robe, she headed downstairs. With each step she took, her senses awakened to the aromas floating through the house. Coffee. Fresh fruit. Pancakes. Her tongue tingled at the teasing notion of being fulfilled and her steps quickened.

  Her annoyance floated away. Now she knew exactly what this was about. It was what they liked to call a 'breakfast day'.

  A smile broadened on her face as she set her eyes on the dining room table. It paid to have a chef as a husband. Covered with a lace tablecloth, the mahogany table was filled with delicious looking breakfast foods. Steam still wafted from the coffee. Pancakes piled high, fluffy and white. Thick sweet cream sat in a bowl, whipped to stiff peaks. A dish of fresh fruit centered the table, garnished on the side by two large, thick bananas. A pair of oranges. A ripened peach.

  Her husband sat at one end of the table, sipping on coffee. Wearing nothing at all, Kyle's thick muscled legs hung open and allowed her a view of his bulging cock. A deliberate, all-knowing smile settled on his face, his deep brown eyes studying her. He said nothing, not even good morning. He didn't need to.

  Flora let her robe fall away, going to the table. She knew what this was about and it wasn't eating. It was about his fantasy. Hers. She picked up a banana, running it through her fingers. Then she set it back down. No. Maybe an orange for today. Once she made her selection, her hands moved with speed. With the fruit nestled in her palm, she picked up a knife and sliced it in two. One half fell away. The other half she slashed with several crisscross motions. Juice, the oranges blood, welled up. Slowly she brought it to hover over her breast, the sticky liquid dripping all over her chest and stomach. Pale, sweet droplets fell to her hardened areolas, coating them in the nectar. She couldn't wait for him to lick it away.

  Flora lifted her leg onto a chair, allowing the liquid to run down the length of her body.

  The mess was of no matter. Her husband would lick it away, from her top to bottom.

  She took the orange to her breast, holding it as if her nipple was a old-fashioned juicer. Smashing the fruit over it, she turned and twisted it. The friction of the pulp breaking across her skin sent tingles shooting through her. The juices flowed down her body, running a course to the crease of her groin. They mixed with the wetting desire of her thumping sex.

  Kyle's cock stood erect, his whole body rigid at the pleasure of watching her. She could go on, torturing him with what she could do with the fruits.

  Yes, she could. Flora picked up a peach, debating. With her teeth she drew a large fleshy bite. It squirted in her mouth, filling her with honey sweet decadence. Slowly she ran her tongue over her lips, holding the chewed fruit in her cheeks.

  If she was sticky, perhaps he should be as well.

  Walking to him, she dropped onto her knees. Her hands ran over his hairy thighs, coating him with fruit juice. She gave him just one quick glance. Rigid need was ready to burst forth from him, its threat written clearly on his face. Then she flashed him a smile and bent. Her mouth enveloped him, her tongue licking down his shaft. He groaned loudly, as if in pain. Moving the fruit from her cheek, she played with it. Her tongue toyed with the peach flesh, rubbing it against his cock. The taste tantalized her. The feel of it tortured her tongue.

  His hands went to her shoulders, pushing her back. His cock popped from her mouth as she released him and laid back. On the carpeted floor, she spread her arms and legs. He started at her feet, licking her toes one by one. Each of them he took in his mouth, suckling. Slowly he worked his way up, planting hungry kisses all over her legs. As his mouth touched her inner thighs, she arched and cried out. Her pussy yawned and begged for him to take his tongue to it. Wider she spread her legs, ready to plead for the fulfillment.

  But Kyle skipped over her sex, moving upward along her belly. His mouth found her areolas, licking them clean. He took his time toying with the hardened buds. He made sure every inch of her breasts were juice free.

  Upward he continued to her neck. There he suckled as if he were hungry, for sure leaving marks upon her. Then he turned back, heading south once again. His wet lips slid over her body, his teeth lightly grazing her. She lifted to his touch, holding up her hips so her sex would be in his face. Her smell covered the scent of the fruit now, her sex dripping with pulsating need.

  Slowly, his tongue slid between her nether lips. Quickly it flicked over her clit. A grin brimmed on his face.

  Abruptly, he stood and grabbed the bowl of cream and a banana. Never once did his eyes leave her as he peeled away the skin. Biting off the top of the shaft of fruit, he brought it to her sex. He toyed with her lips, rubbing her clit. Then, ever so slowly, he began to ease it into her. It filled her throbbing hole, but he paused before he reached her g-spot.

  His fingers dipped into the cream, spreading it over her pussy. He covered her lips and hairs. Then, holding her knees spread, he dove in with his mouth. He licked and ate at the cream. The fluffy white food covered his face as he eagerly devoured her. His tongue was torture, knowing all the right places and in all the right ways. Up and down he swept, from the taunt skin between her holes to her clit. She twisted and arched under him, in excruciating pleasure. She could hardly take any more.

  And just as she had that thought, he began to take bites of the banana. He ate it down close to her sex with slow, deliberate chewing. When he'd nearly reached the end, he used his mouth to yank it free. As it popped from her, her orgasm exploded. Everything built in her spilled forth, overflowing like a tidal wave.

  As she writhed and convulsed, he drove into her. His cock immediately began to thrust against her g-spot, sending her spiraling into yet another orgasm. She wailed, crying out with intense pleasure as he jerked inside her. Her sex became overfilled with the presence of his cock and cum. He nestled deep within her and bent to nuzzle his face in her neck. "God, I love you baby."

  She raked her nails down his back. "Oh, yeah? I didn't catch that. You better show me again."

  Flora laughed, gyrating her hips against his. Like her husband, she had an insatiable appetite. It was good thing she married a chef.

 

 

  Alyssa Brooks, Breakfast Fun

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