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Peaches
I was driving home from work when out of the blue a favorite old
joke popped into my head. "Hmm, that might make a good story," I
thought. I'll leave it up to you to decide whether it did or not.
-----
Marcus Jones had been a farmer all his life. His dad farmed the
land before him and his father's father before that, etc. The
Joneses had through cautious investment and backbreaking labor
managed to accumulate 600 acres of prime cropland and orchards.
The farm had provided a decent living for the Joneses over the
years and they had managed to avoid the financial troubles that
claimed the farms of some of their friends and neighbors.
Last year Marcus had planted winter wheat on 150 acres of the
farm. Spring brought with it heavy rains that made him late in
getting his soybeans planted. The spring was so wet that his
wheat was blighted. He only got about a third of the yield he
expected on it. Crop insurance helped but it didn't cover the
costs of the seeds and fertilizer he had used on the crop.
Summer arrived. He was encouraged. His beans were doing nicely
and it appeared that he was going to have a bumper crop of
peaches in his orchard. Unfortunately, the moist spring had also
resulted in a bumper crop of locusts. They devastated his beans.
In fact, it was so bad that it wasn't even worth the effort to
harvest them and he had to plow what remained of his beans under.
The loss of two of his cash crops hit Marcus hard. He would
survive, but it would be tight. By late summer his peaches were
maturing. Without a doubt this was the best peach crop he had
ever had on the farm. They were full and plump, as sweet as sugar
and full of juice. Marcus sold three quarters of his peaches to
his fruit co-operative and kept the other quarter to sell on his
own. He figured that if he went door to door he could sell all
that he had left and make a better profit than if he had sold it
to the co-op. Every day Marcus loaded up his pickup with peaches
and drove to various small towns around his farm to sell his
peaches. He was doing very well, making about twice what he would
have gotten from the co-op.
It didn't hurt that Marcus was a very attractive man and that
ladies answered most of the doors he knocked on. Marcus would
flirt with the women as he sold them his fruit and more than one
lady bought his peaches just to keep him flirting with them a
little while longer.
Today Marcus had loaded up his truck and driven over to
Middleton. It was a medium sized city and Marcus was plying his
wares from door to door in one of its more affluent
neighborhoods. Marcus walked up to the front door of a very large
house and rang the bell.
-----
Stacy Brown was the wife of the most prosperous lawyer in
Middleton. Actually she was his second wife, wife number one
having been divorced so that Arthur could marry Stacy. She was
the classic definition of a trophy wife, having wrested Arthur
away from his first wife via her sexual skills. The only other
talent Stacy possessed was spending money, and poor Arthur was
forced to work longer and harder than he ever had to provide that
money. Consequently Arthur had less and less time to enjoy
Stacy's other skill.
Truth be told, Stacy was a bit of a nymphomaniac. Arthur couldn't
provide her with the tool she needed to scratch that itch when he
was working all the time. There were other tools she could use
however and she was using one of those tools right now.
"Oh, God, yes!" Stacy moaned as she rubbed her thrumming vibrator
over her clit. "Mmmm, it feels so good." She could feel her
orgasm slowly building inside her. She slid the vibrator down and
into her dripping snatch, pumping it in and out of herself
slowly, savoring the sensations. Her right hand slid inside the
top of her white babydoll nightie to cup her full generous breast
and tweak her nipple. Her back arched as she took herself to a
new level. Her breath coming in pants as her arousal climbed
higher and higher. Her passion-clouded mind vaguely registered
the ringing of the front door bell. "God damn it all to hell!"
she exclaimed. " I was almost there." She dropped her vibrator.
"Still," she thought, "it might be that luscious UPS driver." She
went over to the window and parted the drapes. It wasn't the
driver. "Oh my God, would you look at that," she moaned softly.
She dropped the drapes, ran to the mirror to check her
appearance, and then ran down the steps to answer the door.
-----
"Damn, nobody home," Marcus said as he turned and started down
the steps of the porch.
"Can I help you, sir?" a soft feminine voice called out.
Marcus turned around and his heart stopped. His eyes drank in the
vision in front of him. Long, curly honey-blonde hair framed the
face of an angel. Crystal blue eyes stared back at him. Her lips
were full and ripe. Her breasts were large, but not overly so.
Her nipples were visible through the fabric of her nightie. Her
hips flared nicely. She had long shapely legs, the hem of her
nightie just long enough to conceal her other treasures. Marcus
knew that his heart had restarted, the rush of blood to his cock
not being possible otherwise.
"Oh my God, he's hung like a horse!" Stacy thought as she eyed
the rapidly expanding lump in his jeans. Her tongue traced over
her lips in her excitement.
"Y-y-yes ma'am, you can," Marcus stammered. It was only through
sheer willpower that he was able to force his legs to work and
walk back to the front door. "Ma'am, I'm selling my peaches door
to door and I was wondering if you would be interested in
purchasing some of them." Marcus held out a prime example of his
luscious peaches.
Stacy eyed the peach, a feral smile coming to her face. She
cupped her breasts. "Are they nice and firm like these?" she
asked.
Marcus's eyes bugged out of his head as the lady squeezed her
breasts. His cock strained mightily against the fabric of his
jeans. "Y-y-yes ma'am, they are," he stammered. "God what I would
give to get my hands on those," he thought.
Stacy smiled sweetly. She slowly raised the hem of her nightie,
exposing her pussy to Marcus' feasting eyes. Her fingers brushed
lightly over her mound. "Do they have nice soft fur like this?"
she asked.
Marcus groaned as his cock twitched in his pants. "She's a
natural blonde," he thought. "Y-y-y-y-es ma'am, th-th-they do,"
he managed to stutter out.
Stacy nodded her head and licked her lips seductively. Her hand
slid downward slowly. She slid two fingers inside her creaming
cunt. She slid them in and out slowly, biting her lip to keep
from moaning. She slid her fingers out of her cunt and held them
up for Marcus to see. "Are they nice and juicy like this?"
Marcus' nostrils flared. He smelled her arousal on the fingers
held in front of him. He strained to keep from creaming his jeans
then and there. "Yesss they are," he hissed.
"Let me see," Stacy said as she plucked the peach from his hand.
She bit lightly into the peach, the juice squirting out of the
corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin to drop on the
exposed flesh of her breasts. The juice slid slowly, ever so
slowly down the swells into the valley between her breasts.
"Mmmm," she moaned into the fruit, as she tasted its sweetness.
Her soft pink tongue snaked out to capture some juice at the
corner of her mouth.
Marcus stood there in awe. His body trembling as a large wet spot
appeared on the front of his jeans.
Stacy's eyes clouded with desire as she stepped forward. Her hand
cupped his crotch, her other hand wrapped around Marcus's neck,
pulling his lips to hers. Her tongue darted into his mouth.
Marcus could taste the peach as her tongue traced his teeth, then
wrestled with his tongue.
Stacy broke the kiss, gasped for air. She tugged at him. "I'm so
sorry," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "Let me help you
clean that up." She tugged Marcus inside and closed the door,
then guided him to in front of the couch. She dropped to her
knees in front of him, kissing the wet spot. Her nimble fingers
unfastened his jeans. She yanked the zipper down then pulled his
jeans and underwear to his ankles. "Oh, God," she moaned. Even
semi-erect his cock was huge. Her tongue lapped at Marcus' cock,
cleaning him with short swipes, the way a cat cleans its fur. His
cock jumped when Stacy's tongue made contact, blood rushing back
into it. Her tongue swarmed around him, licking up and down the
shaft, cleaning the residue of his recent orgasm. She sucked his
balls into her mouth, rolling and massaging each one with her
tongue. His cock was hard now and Stacy sucked the tip into her
mouth. Slowly she slid forward, taking him deeper and deeper
inside her mouth. Her tongue fluttered over and around the head.
Marcus wallowed in the sensations as Stacy started to bob her
head back and forth more rapidly. His hands fisted in her hair.
She stopped moving, just the tip of him was in her mouth, and
then slowly she slid forward. He felt the end of his cock hit the
back of her throat, then Stacy swallowed, and his cock slid
easily down her throat, her nose resting against his pubic hair.
She pumped back and forth a couple of times with short quick
strokes then slowly slid back up the length of his pole. She slid
him out of her mouth and smiled up at him, her hand slowly
stroking him. "Did you like that?" Marcus could only nod. She
tugged him harder. "I want you to fuck me with this now!" she
demanded.
"OK," he croaked.
Stacy lay down on the sofa and pulled her nightie up to her
waist. She reached inside the top and pulled her breasts out.
Marcus shuffled over, his pants around his ankles and climbed on
the sofa between her legs. Stacy grabbed his prick and pulled it
to her hole. She wrapped her legs around his butt as Marcus
plunged forward inside her.
Stacy's back arched as she screamed. Marcus pounded his cock in
and out of her, fucking her with abandon. Stacy screamed again as
her second orgasm coursed through her. Her cunt convulsed tightly
around Marcus' cock, milking him but still he pounded her hole.
Stacy's fingers were mauling her nipples, twisting and pinching
them. Her breath came in ragged short pants as that huge cock
reamed in and out of her. Her face froze into a tight rictus of
pain and pleasure as her third orgasm consumed her. Still Marcus
sawed back and forth inside her as she convulsed.
"Oh...God...you're...killing...me," she grunted out in time with
his thrusts.
Marcus sped up, pounding into her with a fury. Stacy's head flung
from side to side as she writhed under him. He could feel his
balls tightening as his orgasm approached. He buried himself deep
inside her, ground against her, as his cock erupted and his balls
emptied. Stacy shook and convulsed around him, her fourth and
final orgasm ripping through her body. Her back was tightly
arched, her stomach muscles quivering in both joy and agony. She
collapsed back into the sofa exhausted. Marcus collapsed on top
of her, his head cushioned by the soft pillows of her breasts.
They lay there panting, satiated.
Stacy had never been fucked like that in her life. She laughed in
joy. "Just how many bushels of those peaches do you have left?"
she asked.
"I've got five on the truck," Marcus replied.
"And how much are you charging for a bushel?"
"Five dollars."
"I'll make you a deal. If you deliver a bushel of peaches each
and every week to me I'll pay you a hundred dollars a bushel. Of
course at that price I do expect special service," Stacy said
with a grin.
Marcus pushed himself back up and gazed down at the beauty still
impaled on his semi-erect cock. Her cunt still quivered slightly
around him.
"Deal," Marcus said with a smile.
-----
The joke? After all that you want to know the joke? Well if I
must. :>
A farmer was going door to door selling peaches. He knocked on
the door and a woman opened it wearing only a negligee. The
farmer stammered out a greeting then told the lady he was selling
peaches.
She cupped her breasts and squeezed them softly. "Are they nice
and firm like this?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am, they are," answered the farmer.
The lady pulled her negligee up, exposing the soft down of her
pussy. "Are they soft and furry like this?" she asked as she
stroked her fur.
"Y-y-y-es ma'am they are," stammered the farmer.
She slid a finger inside herself and worked it back and forth.
"Are they nice and juicy like this?" she asked as she pulled her
finger out and showed it to the farmer.
At this the farmer started to cry.
"Mr. Farmer, Mr. Farmer, why are you crying?" asked the lady.
"Well ma'am it's like this," explained the farmer. Blight
destroyed my wheat crop, the locusts ate all my beans and now it
looks like I'm going to get fucked out of my peaches!
End