As we left the Farms, she said she'd like to stop at the market and pick up a few things. I agreed and before long we'd picked up enough supplies to make us both stagger. Her place was closer, so we rented a cart and packed the supplies over and started setting up for a great evening of sex.
First, I plucked the chickens while she skewered the small pig. It took both of us to put a haunch of beef on the spit behind the pig. We set those up to turn on the rotisserie. Waterfall rotisseries are a wonderful thing if you can afford them. It also helps to place your house by a spring or creek. I wish I had one. She washed the vegetables and put them on to cook while I prepared a salad. We agreed on a soup and I started that while she did something exotic for dessert. Now I know this sounds crude, I mean I know a really good sexual experience can take as long as a week to prepare the food. But we'd only met that afternoon.
As we finished getting everything into cooking pots or in the ice room, we began to look more and more at each other. She was a cute thing even if she wasn't carrying food. She stood about three feet five inches tall and like any good woman, that hourglass figure of hers was built for comfort not for speed. She had an ample bosom and blonde hair in plaited piggy-tails down to her waist, and the cutest hairy feet. Where as I'm a little taller with short curly thick, brown hair and brown worn hands from garden work.
We both stripped and took turns in her shower. She went first, so I was done last. When I came out of the shower I'd found that she decided to start our little evening together. She'd laid down on a freshly washed mat and had strewn some of the salad around her. The lettuce covered all her feminine spots and I was surprised not to see any tomatoes. I know we'd bought some. I picked out the vinaigrette dressing and liberally doused her in it. I heard her moan in pleasure as the acidic liquid nestled down between her legs.
I began by eating the salad on her upper torso. I was careful not to use my hands but merely my teeth and tongue as I separated my beauty from her green finery. The croutons added a nice touch as well. I kind of laughed as I discovered that under the green leaves her breasts were covered with sliced radishes and mushrooms. I made sure to lick every part of her clean. When I finished her upper torso, I began to descend below her waist, eating all I found there. As I pulled the lettuce away from her I discovered that she had packed those small tomatoes all around her flower. I tongued out the tomatoes and then went to work on her as well. I gently tongued her clean. Using my tongue to probe as far into her as far as I could. The salad dressing had really gotten into her. I could tell by the small moans and squirming that she was enjoying it.
When I had cleaned her up, it was my turn. I laid down and started draping salad over my anatomy. I hid a few olives, and I looked forward to her finding them. She was a nibbler. She nibbled away the salad on my legs first, and it's wonderful to have small fine teeth eating away the food upon you. They sensation they leave as the gently caress your skin is incredible. She cleaned my entire body before she started to work the area between my legs. I'd hidden the olives under my manhood and she was quite delighted to find them. She took my whole member in her mouth as she tongued out the olives.
By then the soup had cooked. I pulled the clam chowder from the fire and searched for a ladle. Soup is tricky stuff, most lovers just spoon feed it to each other. But I like to ladle it on and lick it off. It adds to the overall taste of the skin. Doing this can be tricky though. The soup cool enough not to burn, but it has to be hot enough to still taste good. Plus if you use to much it can spill off your partner on to the mat. And that's just a good waste of food. I ladled it onto myself first. That way it could cool a little more before it was her turn. She took great delight in finding every last drop of soup. I'm pretty sure this is a trick none of her other lovers had tried. When she had finished me and laid back, I ladled the soup over her and began to slurp it up. Now in polite company slurping is bad but l, during sex there's no better way to do it.(Gives me a hard-on just to think about it again) It didn't take long before she had an orgasm. When she started to really quiver I separated her legs and slurped between her thighs. I always love it when they scream. I went back for seconds on the soup.
The main entrée turned out to be extremely good. I sliced the chicken up in long fingers, while she sorted out the vegetables. It took both of us to remove the pig and the beef from the rotisserie. We cut out a couple of steaks from both the pig and the beef and cubed the rest. I laid her back and gave her several chicken fingers. I turned around to grab a pork chop and when I turned back the chicken was gone. As I leaned over her I caught a whiff of what was between her thighs, I grinned as I ascertained the status of the chicken.. I put my hand on her belly and I could feel her quiver as she savored the chicken. I rubbed the pork chop all over her body from head to toe, impregnating her skin with it's juices. When I was done I tossed the pig back onto the counter I set the bowls of vegetables around her. I turned away for a minute to allow her to do as she wished with the vegetables. When I turned back I was holding two fists of cubed meat. One pork and the other beef. I trailed my hands up her leaving cubes amidst the delicately settled vegetables. When I had run out of meat I thrust my hands to her mouth and she licked the juices from them. She moaned in pleasure as I did this. The meat was seasoned extremely well.
I began to eat in earnest as I removed the food from her body. The watercress at her throat was tasty and well cooked. The corn and peas scattered around her breasts were heavy with butter and very scrumptious, I really had to work to get the butter off of her breasts. A couple of parsnips at her belly were okay, but I've never truly enjoyed parsnips.
As I got to the area between her thighs I was able to savor the delicate stuffing she'd made. It was even better for having soaked up some of her juices. I'd been eating the pork and beef cubes as I trailed my way down to her thighs. But as I finished off the stuffing and began to lick her clean I she separated her legs and I was finally able to access the chicken. There was just enough left sticking out so that I could jut barely lip it. Now removing cooked food from a woman is an art form. If I applied to much pressure on the food it could break off and leave pieces in her. Sometimes you can't reach those with either your tongue or a finger. Such a waste of good food to go and have a doctor remove it.
She had a very high opinion of my tongue by now. I could tell for I'd never seen food buried so deeply in a woman. I took my time and got it out of here millimeter by millimeter. She quivered each time I pressed my mouth to her and sucked. She was a very good girl though and didn't cum. If she had her muscles would have clenched the chicken and I never would have gotten it out. When I had gotten all the food off of her I licked her again from head to toe. There is truly nothing like the taste of a woman who has just worn an excellent meal.
I then laid back and taking all the food began to lay it about me. She was very enthusiastic as she began to nibble. She started at my feet where I'd left the parsnips. She worked her way up my legs cleaning out the vegetables. I was holding four pieces of chicken between my thighs. All in a row and all standing up as straight as my hobbithood. She deep throated every one before she ate it.
I had lots of beef cubes stacked around my little buddy but she skipped those and went on to the stuffing on my belly and the pork strewn about my chest. When she had cleaned the rest of me, was her tongue talented, she went back to my hobbithood. All I can truly saw is that it was incredible. I'd never met anyone who could deep throat so well. She would deep throat me and I know my member was in her throat when she delicately picked up a cube of beef from the pile at he base of my little buddy, and then rubed it sensuously up and across the head of my hobbitness before chewing and swallowing. By the time she was done I could hardly see straight.
I could wait no longer as she finished tasting me, I threw her to the mat and went and grabbed desert out of the ice room. She had sculpted little tulips from chocolate. They had a cherry filled cupcake at the bottom and were filled with custard, and topped with strawberries.
I came running back and setting them next to us on the floor I knelt between her legs. I really could wait no longer and entered her. The juices we'd built up between us during the way allowed me to slide in and out easily. I set her tulip between her breasts and as I moved in and out of her I would bite a piece of the tulip of in my mouth and as I rocked up to her mouth I would feed it to her. She loved it as much as I did.
When I had fed her the last bite of hers I took mine and fingered out a glob of custard and strawberries with my left hand. I took my right hand and thrust mine into my mouth and my left hand simultaneously forced the custard and strawberries into her mouth. As we both tasted this chocolate we came together. It had to be the best orgasm of my life. I know women can cum for 30 seconds or so. But I never thought I could do it. After the first 15 seconds I was afraid it would stop, after the second 15 I was afraid it wouldn't! As we finished off the food in our mouths I fell heavily upon her and giving a kiss to both breasts and her mouth I rolled off of her. As we lay there panting I knew this had been the best experience of my life.
As I lay there I knew I had to ask his beautiful lady a question.
"Excuse me my lady, might I ask you a personal question?" I wheezed out between gasps.
She turned her head to look at me , "If you must," she giggled
"What is your name?" I asked desperately.
As we both started laughing, she told me her name was Rose Cotton and I told her I was Samwise Gamgee. We cuddled up right there on the mat, she smelled of such good food. I don't think I have ever slept better in my life.
As I mentioned earlier I eventually managed to make her my wife. And together we cook so well that we have had twelve children. What can I say. It's good to be me!
Author's note: I got a little wrapped up in this story. I'm a big guy and I love food myself. I tried to talk my wife into trying hobbit sex. She chased me twice around the house with a frying pan. I took that as a no. Well I did talk her into the chocolate, but that will be another story.
