Friday 1 December 2017

Story 206 Mango Jam for Breakfast.

  

Hi, from Katrina again,
          It was breakfast and we were all sitting around the table.
          “More toast, Peter,” Shanti asked.
          “Thanks. Do you have any of that mango jam.”
          “Yes, Peter,” I said. “I’ll get it.”
          “Don’t worry about the toast, Katrina. Just spread it over your pussy will be fine.”
          “What?”
          “You heard me. On your pussy is fine.”
          I laughed at that. “Oh, you wish, Peter.”
         But I was mildly surprised. These men were still horny.
         “You can have Katrina,” Sarvesh said. “I’ll take mine on Joyce’s. Nice and smooth.”
         “Hey! Sarvesh!” Joyce exclaimed.
         “Joyce hasn’t got a pussy,” Sharon said. “It’s a bare beaver.”
         They all laughed at that.
         “Like yours Sharon,” Jeevan said. “I’ll put my mango jam there.”
         “You guys! We’re not having an orgy on the breakfast table. Ok?”
         “Hey, that’s a good idea, Hansini?” Steve replied.
         “It was not an idea,” Shanti said.
         “You guys are beyond helping,” Hansini said, shaking her head. 

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Kimberley here,
        Ok guys, how about some sticky, messy sex to start the day? Maybe a food orgy on the breakfast table? Jam spread all over my naked body while you guys lick it off?  Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
       We needed a story to begin the second day of the nude weekend. At that point, I didn't know Shandra was going to write Story 205 Hot Indian Pussy. So when Susan asked for someone to write a short fill-in story for this section, I volunteered. Like many of our stories, fiction and reality overlapped each other. 

       One day, after we had just been swimming, skinny dipping, of course. Ayaka and I were sitting out on the deck. It was a hot day so we had cups full of ice-cream. Ayaka, being her usual cheeky mischievous self, flicked some ice-cream at me with her spoon. It hit me on my upper chest. It felt cold at first against my warm then as it melted, running down on to my left breast. 
       Of course, I was quick to return the favour to her, scoring a direct hit on her nipple. I bet that felt cold. Some more ice-cream flew between us, each taking a number of hits to our upper bodies. Suddenly, she reached over and began rubbing the cream all over my breasts. Now, that felt good and it also must have felt good when I began doing it to her too.
       About this time, Allan and Rajah walked out on to the deck and caught us having our little food-fight. We were ready to drag them into the fight when Rajah suggested a better idea. He wanted some ice-cream too. Soon he got some too, licking it off my tits. Meanwhile, Allan was quite happy to get his ice-cream from Ayaka.
       This was developed into the story we have this week. Mango jam was used, a larger group helped with the "clean-up" but its still the same idea. Reality and fiction meet once again.


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