Milking the Peach

Milking The Peach

Davian closed his eyes and smiled. He looked around the room and laughed. It was in shambles. His mattress was off the bed. His sheets were nowhere to be found. He wondered how he got here then he looked up and saw panties hanging from the ceiling fan. He laughed harder and remembered. It was a good night wasn't it? Yes it was.

Earlier...

Anjalie loved to walk down the New Orleans street. It was always full of life. Jazz and spicy food everywhere she turned. She was originally from Georgia but she recently moved to New Orleans on business. She had seen a lot since she came to New Orleans. Especially during Mardi Gras. The things people would do for beads. It was obvious they used New Orleans as an excuse to act out what they've always wanted. Anjalie knew more than enough not to be considered a tourist. She loved the nights in New Orleans. It was so hot. The atmosphere was arousing to her. Spicy was more than just the flavor of the food. It was the whole feel and vibe of the city. Tonight she wore a light airy white dress that accentuated her sexy mood tonight. She liked to tease the men that lived there. She knew that her looks intimidated them. At times she often saw someone begin to approach her. She would make eye contact and slowly suck her finger with her full sensuous lips. In school she was ashamed of her DSL's(dick sucking lips) and the reputation that it gave her. But now she used them as one of her many sex weapons. Many men would back down or just stare at her with a blank deer-in -the-headlights look. Then she would walk away from them. She figured if they could get close enough to her to say hello, they surely couldn't get close enough to give her what she needed. Anjalie oozed sex up and down New Orleans. Everyone would talk about her but not to her. Oh well, she would just have to be happy with being wanted. However that wasn't enough for Davian.

Anjalie spotted Davian in the distance. He smiled at her and nodded a hello. She felt his eyes survey her at every available angle. She stopped and regarded him. He was a tall. He had a slender basketball player's build. Muscular but only to a point. He looked to be smoothly burned by the sun and polished by the oceans. She slowly licked her lips at the sight of him. To her surprise he didn't flinch. She had to see his eyes. There was definitely something to this one. She walked towards him switching her hips to unplayed music, her strappy stilettos clicking away at the sidewalk in tune with the Zydeco band in the background. She leaned over him and took in his scent and made sure to flash her ample cleavage in his face.

Amber Romance, a deep voice responded. Anjalie was surprised. Usually she would name the cologne the man was wearing and then walk away as he sat speechlessly gazing at her breast. I'm right aren't I? Your fragrance is Amber Romance? It smells good on you.

This one was special. Very good. And thank you. And you are?
The one you've been aching for. A simple farmer.
Oh. Anjalie was quite amused yet interested at the same time. I've been aching for you have I? A farmer? Please explain.
I'm a peach tree farmer. I've tended many grooves and I do believe that you are ripe for picking. No one has been skilled enough to know how to harvest one such as you but I know. I think its time. Don't you?
Oh really. So tell me what do you do with these peaches after you harvest them? I mean all those peaches. You couldn't possibly handle them all.
No of course not. I pick the best of the entire orchard and take it home for milking
Anjalie looked confused. She had to ask. How do you milk a peach?
The smile of the devil slid across Davian's face. I can show you if you like. His hand slid around her waist as he stood to bite her on the earlobe. Anjalie gasped and bit her lips with a smile. He took her by the hand and led her away. Mmmn , a spicy one, he said with a smirk.

Anjalie was impressed with Davian. She wondered what he would show her. She already marvel at how firm his backside looked as he led he to his house. Once there he told her to make herself at home. Anjalie could tell a lot about a person by the way they lived but she couldn't tell much about Davian.
I just remembered, I didn't get your name.
Davian, he said handing her a glass of wine, please remember it.
I may if you continue to impress me
I haven't done anything...yet.
I like how you said, yet. Planning something are we?
I never plan. I just visualize and make magic.
First you were a farmer now a magician, who will you be next?
It's not who I'll be but what I'll be to you.
And what will you be, oh magic farmer, to me?

Davian's smile was his first response. Then in the blink of an eye he pounced upon Anjalie and teased her lips with his. His tongue worked the edges of the DSL's that she was so proud of. She bit at his lips and melted at the taste of his bottom lips. His hands wandered boldly, rudely and lustfully throughout Anjalie's supple form. She felt herself overwhelmed with wetness. She knew there was something about this one. Tonight wasn't going to be a sex session; it was going to be a fuck explosion. In one deft motion he lifted her into the air and placed her on the edge of his kitchen counter, found her firm breast with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other. Two fingers slid intermittently in and out of her slit in a rhythmic motion that would make most piano players jealous. His thumb and forefinger kneaded and pinched her stiff nipples. Anjalie released a stuttering exhale at every breath as he fingered her without remorse. Her hands busily unbuckled his pants and jerked his dick with a twisting and pumping action. He kissed her and rubbed her deeper with each stroke. It was a lustful war between them. Neither relinquishing control. Muffled moans, suckling lips and a rotating fan were the only noise between the two of the. Both refused to yield to the other. Anjalie loved every minute of it. She gave him a small break just to see what he would do with it. He didn't disappoint. His teasing lips found her other lips under her dress. The image of her long legs and stiletto heels over his back as he bury his face in her pussy was right out of a porno movie. His concentration was amazing. He buried his into her well-trimmed snatch and feasted, feasted, feasted on her clit. His tongue gorged itself on her as his long skillful fingers continued to drill into her sanity.

Anjalie never knew she could get so wet. He had an effect on her pussy that no man had ever. It was as if they knew each other. As if he and her pussy used to date back in the day and this was some of that old get back sex. They spoke to each other. They sang to one another. His mouth was built for her. He stole her schematic and bypassed all her wiring and stole her mind. She dripped like never before and he knew it. He licked and sucked with all the efficiency of a fanatic. He changed pace at the right times and showcased all of his techniques as she grabbed the back of his head and beckoned for more. He flicked at her clit with the tip of his tongue. He sucked it with his lips. He even slid the full forever length of his tongue deep inside of her and slithered around in her house. Up, down, full circles, even sucking down hard and pulling back with a loud pop he prep Anjalie for the asylum. And just when she thought he could do no more he returned for another symphony with his fingers. Anjalie felt something different within her. She knew she was about to come but she had never felt one so big before. There was something about his fingers. They reached inside her and pulled an army to the gate. It was a big one. Her eyes widened as he pulled his mouth away just in time to avoid the tidal waving spray of her ejaculation. Ooh-OOh-DAMN!!
So that's how you milk a peach. Anjalie had never ejaculated before. She felt her sanity slip and her world turn in a new direction. She knew she was in a new realm now. The after shocks ran crazy throughout her body. She was on fire. All she saw was white. More than that she was even hornier than ever. When she came back to reality, Davian had moved her the bedroom.

You might want to take it easy now. That was a big one. I think you...Before he could finish; Anjalie was on him like a wild animal. Her kisses came with surgical grace. Davian was rendered motionless as Anjalie licked and sucked at his nipples and neck. The fullness of her lips felt like wet pillow caresses all over him. Her hands frantically stroked his dick with angel soft skin and an alternating corkscrew motion. He couldn't take much more. He exploded in her hands. She knew he was sensitive after coming. So like a shark smelling blood, she wrapped her lips around his dick. Anjalie never had a problem with getting messy. She enjoyed it in fact. It was apart of her tenacious nature. Davian lost his composure that held in tact so well at this point. The feeling of her full DSL's doing just what he wanted them to do at a vulnerable state was all he wanted but more than he could handle. Her tongue rolled on the underside of his shaft as her head bobbed with perfect suction. Davian could only grab at anything handy and fling it across the room. Anjalie licked him from tip to head. Her tongue worked his sac and perineum. Her sweet hands stroked his shaft as she relentlessly sucked the tip. He found himself in the asylum himself. He was helpless before Anjalie. She then straddled his face as if demanding the terms of his release. He complied by tearing off her cherry thong completely this time and eating her pussy once again. Their 69 seemed to last forever. The close Anjalie got to coming the more vigorous her perfect blowjob became. Davian was about to lose it himself and he did. But Anjalie didn't stop. Davian's mouth was just a tool for Anjalie to grind on as he held his mouth open and she wildly grinded on his tongue and lips. Finally she climaxed and drenched his face in her juices. The bed was wet with their love juices and so they flung the sheets into the wind. Davian placed Anjalie on her back with her leg on his shoulder and watched her as she fingered and opened her wet pussy with a salaciously hungry look in her eyes. She motioned to him with one finger and licked her lips in a predator's gaze. Get you dick in here. Now! Those eyes. Davian almost came again just at the sight of her. He slowly slid into her wet house and watched her stomach muscles constrict as she savored every inch of her. She was hot as an oven and he was ready to be cooked. Anjalie grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way in. He slammed her as hard as she wanted. She fingered her pussy as he made preparations to milk her again. He placed her other leg over his shoulder and penetrated even deeper. Anjalie moaned as she found out that his dick spoke to her as good as his tongue. It sang her name. Anjalie...Anjalie...Anjalie! Anjalie turned her legs to the side and let him grab her curvaceous hips for leverage. Davian marveled at how good her big perfect ass looked rippling with each pelvic thrust. He couldn't resist he had to hit it from the back. He stood her up a bent her over a nearby couch. He loved the dip in the small of her back. The muscles in the back of her legs. The fact that she was still wearing those stilettos. The sight of her made his dick harder than it was. Davian grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up to bite and kiss on her neck and back. She shivered at the tingles he made in her body. Anajlie backed into him and knocked him to the ground and proceeded to ride him backwards. Anjalie was in a zone. She showcased her flexibility and did a full split as she bounced on his dick. Davian gasped as Anjalie contracted her PC muscles around his dick. The oven got tighter and tighter. He couldn't hold on and didn't want to. Davian's last vision was of her cheeks clapping together as she exploded on more time and so did he. Then the world went black.

Now...

Davian awakened his destroyed home. He didn't mind. It was worth it. Then he turned to see a wolf in angel skin leaving his home. If he could move or talk he would have. But all he could do was look on as Anjalie walked out of his home. He saw her legs give a little and she lost her balance as she tried to walk with her love hangover. She regained her balance before she fell. He looked back at him and wiped a lone strand of hair from her face. I knew you were special. She blew a kiss at him and disappeared.

Anjalie walked out into the rising sun of New Orleans with a smile on her face. She laughed at how weak her legs felt and how her left leg kept trembling. She hadn't known this feeling in so long. She could still feel him. A car drove up to her and a woman leaned out the window spoke to Anjalie.

Hi. We're not from around here and we were looking for someplace fun to go. Do you know anywhere special?
Anjalie smiled the devil's grin. Sure. The house right there, is the home of the magical peach farmer. Ask him about how to milk a peach. Trust me you won't be disappointed. Anjalie walked away with a car full of confused tourists behind her and the memories of the Peach Milker in her thoughts. Definitely special.