Masturbating With A Cucumber Novels & Stories

He looked like he was suffering. Beatrice grabbed our thickest cucumber — the one we’d used many times before — and covered it in spit and my own cream. She pushed my legs back toward my chest and fed the fat vegetable into me slowly, letting Daniel see every inch disappear inside my stretched hole. “Ohhh fuck… Beatrice…” I groaned, sounding nothing like a nun anymore. She started fucking me with it, long deep strokes, twisting it on the way out so my pussy lips clung to the sides. I was getting louder, hips bucking, tits bouncing. Beatrice lowered her face and started licking my clit while she pumped the cucumber in and out.

As soon as she saw the mighty cucumber, her eyes widened in fear, that shit was just so mighty and big for a man. He began wiping it on her honeypot using it to play and teasing her as he did. She was now breathing heavily and making more muffling sounds. After some minutes of teasing, he slid into her without warning, tearing at her insides, and trying so hard to accommodate his big self inside her small triangle. She shouted out as he did, moving aimlessly from one side to another. He ignored her and kept on thrusting in and out, with all his might, and moaning uncontrollably.

Anxiously, she looked down past my pulsing erection to watch the manly-proportioned cucumber working in and out of her wet pussy. The smooth bumps on the cucumber dragged their way through the tight grip of her pussy, while her fingers gently circled her clit. She teased herself and moaned, "Ahhhh...ahhhh...Robbbb...that's perfect!" Pumping a fat, juicy cucumber into her pussy was hot-as-fuck, but watching her senses explode from a new experience was fucking priceless. She spread her legs further and leaned back against the wall to stabilize herself, watching me work it in and out. Then rolling her hips, she encouraged me to keep thrusting it deep.

she accused, while furiously fucking herself with the cucumber. "Better than a bimbo slut," he countered, "who fucks herself with veggies." "You're making me do this," she countered.

"Cum all over my cock." Her body exploded, her orgasm ripping through her. As she was cumming, he reached over and grabbed the cucumber. He brought it to her mouth. "Suck it," he commanded. She opened her mouth and he pushed the cucumber into her mouth, filling it up. He was fucking her from behind with his cock and fucking her mouth with a cucumber. The humiliation was complete. The pleasure was overwhelming. He fucked her hard, his cock hitting her deep, his hips slapping against her sore ass. With a loud groan, he buried himself deep inside her and came, filling her with his hot cum.

I removed the cucumber from my mouth and returned my focus to my desires. I opened my legs wide, gazing at my reflection, already aroused. The mere thought of Mr. Carter's hands on me sent shivers down my spine. I laid my left leg on the wall, resting the other on the floor. I used the cucumber to stroke my clip before gently pushing it inside. I felt intensely aroused, having gone untouched for days. A loud moan escaped my lips as I pushed it deeper. "Oh, fuck!" I screamed, my hand moving rhythmically. My groans echoed off the walls.

In the fruit storage, my eyes caught the fresh, extra-thick cucumber I had picked up while grocery shopping. I always chose the biggest one, of course. I loved everything thick and filling. Maybe it was my way of complementing my petite structure. I pulled it out. Ready to Munch on it while I ordered some food. While washing it thoroughly under running water, my hands stroked it suggestively from base to tip, my mind lost in an erotic fantasy of sliding up and down Big-T’s fat, veiny black cock. My phone vibrated on the counter—Beatrice calling with work information.

She bobbed my head forward, and for the first time I choked, gagged, and spat the vegetable onto the floor. “I am done. I don’t want to do it, it’s too stressful.” Pushing myself up, I went back to the bed, annoyed that I was even trying. “This won’t make me pregnant, would it? Then I don’t want it anymore. Just teach me something less stressful. I am tired.” “Well, you asked, and that’s what I am doing. But if you know it won’t result in pregnancy, it might increase intimacy, but oh well.” She picked up the cucumber and shoved it back into the bag.

I needed something bigger. I pulled out the carrot, breathing heavily, and picked up the big, thick cucumber. It was long and much girthier. My hands shook as I lubed it generously. I pulled my knees to my chest, pressed the blunt, fat head against my hole, and pushed. The stretch burned. I gasped and whimpered as the thickest part forced its way past my rim, stretching me wider than anything before. Once it was buried deep, I started fucking myself hard with long, rough strokes, pulling it almost all the way out before slamming it back in.