SPURGE THAT FROSTING

Before you or Peach had another moment to speak, the announcer pried open from the ceiling. "Welcome to the next portion of your challenge!" he said with such grace, "Say it with me now!" then he turned towards the audience with glee.

"Spurge that Frosting!" the audience said in unison with him.

"W..what?" you took turns looking at the announcer and then back to Peach, who looked like she was blushing from what was said. Did she know what was going on?

"In this challenge, you must decorate the cake using your bodily fluids." he continued. "But the rule is you can't use your hands or any part of your body parts to achieve your goal!"

"W..wait, how am I supposed to get it out then?" you questioned, your cock was already erected thanks to your appealing glances at Peach's body.

"That's for you to figure out!" he said, before disappearing into the ceiling again. Peach stared at you with a face that was half shyness and half aroused as she continued to stare glances at your cock.

You look over at Peach, who is blushing heavily and squirming a bit as she sits on your lap, her thighs still rubbing against your sensitive erection. The announcer's words have left her clearly aroused, but also flustered. She bites her lip and averts her gaze shyly for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

"W-well...I suppose we should get started..."

"W..what do you me-" Before you could get the chance to finish your response, Peach tackles you on to the ground, her ass right up to your face as she quickly unbuckles your pants.

As you lay there on the ground, Peach straddles your face, her round, milky ass pressing against your mouth and nose. You can feel the warmth radiating from her skin and the scent of her arousal fills your nostrils. Peach reaches down and pulls out your throbbing erection, stroking it slowly. "I..I'm doing this to help you." she said, as she waited for your cock to get into full mast.

Once it did, she stopped stroking and leaned away from you. Her pussy was now inches away from being lined up with your throbbing cock. Peach leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "I hope you're ready," she purrs, "because I'm not going to hold back until it comes out."

She grinds her hips down, taking you deep inside her slick heat. A moan escapes her lips as she begins to ride you with increasing fervor. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and her fingers dig into the ground as she tries to support herself.

"I can feel you throbbing inside me." Peach rides you harder and faster, her hips slamming down against yours with each thrust. The wet sounds of your coupling fill the room as she continues to bounce on top of you, her breasts jiggling wildly with each movement. Peach's breathing grows more ragged as she nears her climax, her walls clenching tightly around your shaft. She leans forward, her hands gripping your shoulders for support as she grinds herself against you.

You could barely keep up with her, maybe it was because of how many times you've had an orgasm in such a short amount of time, but you could barely lift yourself to take control. You look up at her, her breasts bouncing hypnotically as she rides you with increasing fervor. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by Peach's breathy moans. You reach up to grope her bouncing tits, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her stiff nipples. Peach cries out in pleasure, grinding herself down harder against you.

Upon taking a grab on to her breasts, Peach throws her head back, arching her spine and letting out a long, breathy moan. Her hips move faster, her pussy clenching and unclenching around your cock with each thrust. You can feel the friction building, your own climax threatening to overwhelm you.

"Not yet, not yet," you gasp, trying to hold off your impending orgasm. You want to make this last, to match Peach's intensity and bring her to the brink with you. You look up at her, her face a picture of ecstasy, and you see a glint in her eye that tells you she's close too.

Peach rides you with even more vigor, her movements becoming more erratic and her breath coming in short, sharp pants. She grinds her clit against your pelvis, chasing her own climax. Her hands move to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she moans loudly. You can feel her pussy walls spasming around your cock, getting closer to her orgasm. Peach's face contorts in a grimace as she nears her peak.

Her body tenses, her back arching as she throws her head back. With a final, hard thrust, she cries out, her pussy clenching tightly around you as she comes. The intense orgasm causes her to collapse on top of you, her body shaking with aftershocks. Despite her intense climax, Peach doesn't stop moving. She continues to grind against you, her hips rolling in small circles, determined to bring you to the brink. "Come for me."

As the princesses body trembles atop you, her hot breath against your chest, she whispers into your ear, "Come for me. I want to feel you inside me when you do." Her hands, still gripping your shoulders, tighten as she increases the pressure of her hips against yours. Her pussy, still contracting from her recent orgasm, squeezes your cock, sending waves of pleasure through you.

Your muscles tense as you feel your climax approaching. Peach senses it too, and she moves with renewed vigor, her hips undulating against yours in a way that drives you wild. The pressure builds to an almost unbearable level, and with a final, powerful thrust, you come hard inside her. Your orgasm is intense, your cock pulsing as you release into her. Peach moans softly, feeling your hot release inside her.

But just before you could release it inside of her, she pulls out, letting the rest of your load on to the giant cake, decorating it with a load of your own making. You couldn't stop it from happening, only breathing heavily as within each passing minute, another load erupted on to it.

Peach watched it from afar, playing with herself as she wished it could have been unloaded inside of her, but she needed to finish the task with any means necessary.

As you lay there, spent and breathless, Peach stands up, her body still glistening with sweat and her skin flushed from the intense activity. She looks down at you with a satisfied smile, her hand still between her legs as she continues to play with herself, her breathing still labored. "That was... incredible," she pants, her face still showing signs of her own intense orgasm.

The announcer's voice abruptly cuts through your post-coital haze, his tone a mixture of amusement and professionalism. "Congratulations, our daring bakers, on completing the final round! I must say, the creative use of... natural decorating tools has certainly elevated your cake to the next level."

Peach grins at him, her expression a mix of pride and lingering arousal. She winks suggestively at the camera. "Why, thank you!"

"Now it's time to reveal who has won the challenge." Suddenly the other sides curtains were pulled to see a big purple creature wearing a chef's hat. You didn't even know there was another side to this room until now. So as you quickly stood up; thanks to Peach, you watched as the announcer came back with a letter.

"The Winner of the Bewitching Sweets is..." suddenly there was a mighty drum roll coming from somewhere around here. You couldn't tell since you were still preoccupied from the daggers coming from this...thing.

"Peach & her lover!" The announcer exclaimed dramatically, waving a scroll that probably was the most generic piece of parchment. You watch in surprise as the Princess blushes brightly, clasping her hands in front of her. The camera pans over to the you and her, the winners of the bizarre challenge. Before panning over to the purple creature who looked incredibly angry.

You watch as Peach delicately offers the purple creature a small slice of your joint cake, her graceful fingers contrasting with its grotesque claws. To your astonishment, the creature seems to calm immediately upon tasting the sweet delicacy. It savors each bite, a look of rapture spreading across its horrid features as the flavors of your passionate escapades dance across its tongue.

"SO MUCH FLAVOR!!" It screams before exploding into a powder of dust. You couldn't see anything as it began to cover your vision entirely, and a couple seconds later, you black out.