Pam&zach Applethe Forbidden Fruit

The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I'm obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually happen.

Apples...The Forbidden Fruit...

For the past two years, when October rolls around, Krystal and I have practiced a short lived tradition of sorts. October is apple picking season and all the local farms and produce stands offer quite a variety of the juicy fruits. We usually spend an entire morning visiting several locations to obtain the assorted selections needed then rush home to begin, what turns out to be, many hours of peeling, slicing, seasoning, precooking and making crusts before turning everything into delicious apple pies.

This year, though, we were going to pick our own apples. It seems one of the volunteers that was working on a Habitat for Humanity project house with Zach got to talking and it turns out that he owns an apple orchard and farm stand. He told Zach about how he opens it up in October so people can pick their own. One problem he has had was that a lot of the apples towards the tops of the trees went unpicked and he had to hire others to harvest them before they rotted. Zach, being 6'4", made him a deal. If John, the orchard owner, would supply a ladder, Zach would spend a day picking apples off the upper branches of the trees, as a way of showing his appreciation for John's volunteering on the house project. In lieu of compensation, all Zach asked for was a basket of apples for free, for Krystal and me, who would also be helping him. John readily agreed.

So one bright warm sunny Sunday morning, the three of us loaded into our van and headed for the orchard. When we got there we were amazed at the number of folks who had already turned out to pick their own apples. The parking lot was almost filled and there was even a bus from the senior citizens center.

We found John and got the ladder and a pile of empty baskets. He also gave Zach, what I can only describe as a sort of canvas bag with a long strap. It reminded me of the type of bag that boys used to have when they delivered newspapers on their bikes. It was so he wouldn't have to drop the apples down to us or hold onto a basket on the ladder.

"I'd like it if you could start out towards the rear of the orchard? That section is always the last to get picked by customers because it's such a long walk," John asked. "We have a tractor-pulled wagon that shuttles customers back and forth, mainly so that they don't have to carry back a heavy basket. I'll have him drop you guys off back there, if that's okay with you?"

"Sure thing," Krystal and I replied, almost in unison. We had applied sunscreen and brought along hats, snacks and a large thermos of ice water, knowing temperatures that day would be reaching into the 80s. We clamored aboard the wagon, dangling our feet off the back as it made its way to the far side of the field.

Hopping off, I remarked, "John was right. There really aren't too many people out this way." Noting that I could only see maybe four couples, Zach set up the dual sided ladder, put the canvas bag over his head and arm and began plucking only the ripe apples from the upper branches. Meanwhile, Krystal and I began doing our part and began filling the baskets.

We worked steadily for about an hour and by the time we were ready to take a break, we all had sweaty tops and shorts, dripping hair and parched throats. We sat down under a tree and took turns quenching our thirsts and munching on protein bars.

"I know you don't care Pam," Zach smirked. "But your top is so drenched your nipples are showing. And you, K, luckily you have a bra on."

I glanced over at Krystal and could easily see her red sports bra through her soaked white T-shirt, the one where the sleeves had been cut off giving one an excellent side view of her unfortunately covered tits. I knew, without looking, that my nipples were quite evident as well, poking against my yellow Dawes concert T-shirt. And Zach was right, I didn't care.

"I guess it's lucky John put us way out here then," I quipped. "Wouldn't want to give any of those seniors a heart attack."

"Or a hard-on," Krystal added, causing us all to laugh.

We returned to our task, and after another ninety minutes, when we had six baskets full, Zach texted John to send out the wagon for a pickup. Krystal and I had been hand picking the really nicest apples and putting them in our separate basket, which at this point was only half full.

The man arrived with the tractor and wagon, which this time had only five people on board with their full baskets. As he was loading ours he said, "John really appreciates this, but he doesn't want you guys killing yourselves. It's pretty warm today."

"It's fine. We're taking breaks and having fun." Grabbing another six empty baskets, I let him know that we'd quit when we had them full. We continued picking as he pulled the wagon away and headed back towards the parking lot.

When we had five of those baskets full, an idea for some fun popped into my mind. I whispered it to Krystal, who was more than ready to participate. I climbed up three steps on the other side of the ladder, opposite Zach. He looked a bit curious.

"Come up to help me with the high ones?" he asked.

"Oh, I came up to help you. But not to pick apples," I answered. "Turn around, give K that bag and take off your shirt and give it to me."

Zach, being Zach, gave me a quizzical look but did as I asked. He turned around so his back was to me, gave the canvas bag to Krystal and pulled the soaking wet shirt over his head. Handing it to me, I tied it around the ladder, went up another step, then reached over his shoulders and began playing with his nipples. When he looked back at me, Krystal stepped forward and undid his shorts and pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles. The view from above, looking down on both of them, was fantastic.

As she took hold of his cock and balls, Zach said, "I'm really sweaty K, you might not want to do this."

To which Krystal replied, "Oh, I really do want to. Besides, I need the salt to replenish what I've lost. And I especially want that load I'll get when I've finished you off." With that, she plunged her mouth down over his shaft and began jerking Zach off.

Zach moaned and grabbed hold of both sides of the ladder to steady himself as I continued tweaking and flicking his nipples. I watched Krystal work her magic with her mouth, sucking hard as she bobbed her head up and down. Then she pulled her lips off Zach's cock, making a popping sound, and she continued stroking him as she took hold of his balls, licked his cock down to them, licked them and put one into her mouth. Because it was so hot, Zach's balls were low hanging fruit, so to speak, and Krystal took advantage of that fact. I watched in awe as she took her time, alternating between them, sucking and licking until they started to contract. I began to pinch his nipples harder, even pulling on them. Sensing he was getting close to cumming, Krystal returned to sucking on just the tip of Zach's cock and jerking him off again. I could feel my pussy getting wet watching her and I loved it, imagining it was her mouth making it that way. My nasty thought was interrupted when I heard a sound and turned around to see the tractor and wagon, this time loaded with quite a few onboard, headed in our direction. Fortunately, it was still aways off and stopping to pick up more people and their baskets.

"You'd better pick up the pace if you want to finish him off," I warned Krystal. "The wagon's on its way back."

Zach turned in that direction with a panicked look on his face, not wanting to be caught, literally, with his pants down and his bare ass exposed.

I knew Krystal heard me, seeing her stroking ramp up to overdrive as she sucked harder on the head of Zach's cock and played with his balls at the same time. I thought I'd stick a finger in his ass, you know, to put him over the top, but just as my hand touched his ass cheeks, Zach tensed up, groaned, clutched the sides of the ladder, gritted his teeth and shot, what appeared to be, a huge salty load of cum directly into Krystal's mouth. I watched a small trickle of it run out of the corners of her mouth as she attempted to swallow it all.

Krystal, licked her lips, wiped her mouth with her T-shirt and backed away from the ladder. Zach, panting hard, hurried to pull up his shorts and underwear. He fumbled as he had a difficult time getting his still hard cock tucked away, causing both Krystal and me to laugh out loud. Luckily, he didn't get his dick caught in his zipper as it was still sticking out of the fly of his boxers.

Finally, he threw on his shirt and while a bit flustered, was presentable by the time the tractor got to us, although Krystal and I could still see the bulge in the front of his shorts. We loaded up the five full baskets plus our personal one, along with our thermos and squeezed ourselves in among the other passengers. The driver said to leave the ladder and he'd get it later.

We got back to the parking lot, thanked John for the opportunity to help and the free apples and carried our basket to the van. Zach opened the back hatch, loaded our stuff, then tossed me the keys, saying,

"Take the long way home and drive slow."

I was curious but didn't ask why as I got behind the wheel. Zach opened the sliding side door and pulled Krystal onto the back seat with him. I wasn't even out of the parking lot before Zach had taken off Krystal's shorts and panties, laid her down, spread her legs apart and had his face buried in her pussy. I adjusted the rear view mirror so I could watch.

Krystal was grasping the top of the seat back and front of the seat bottom with both her hands so as not to fall on the floor. I could hear Zach lapping and sucking on her pussy and clit as she moaned with delight. I knew she probably wanted to rip off the rest of her clothes, but Zach was too far into what he was doing that I knew that wouldn't be happening.

Was I jealous? Maybe a bit, but the night before I had had a tremendous orgasm as we finished having sex, with me on all fours and Zach pounding my pussy from behind. But that didn't stop me from undoing my shorts, pulling my panties open and sliding one hand down between my legs at the first four-way stop sign I came to. I toyed with my pussy and clit the rest of the way home while I watched Zach lick, suck and finger fuck Krystal to an earth shattering orgasm in the back seat.

Needless to say, no pies were made that day.