Stackable Banana Plugs Novels & Stories

They didn’t leave any for him. He sighed taking the stick once again and using it to hit another bunch of bananas. At the end of the venture, they had eaten till they couldn’t take any more in and still had six bunches of bananas in their bag for the next morning. They were not going to risk leaving the bananas on the trees till the next morning. They plucked all the ripe ones and one unripe one. It was almost ripe anyway. Now they won’t starve for the rest of the next day.

"Well, not after it's been in an ass, slave. Perhaps we'll explore the different possibilities." "Would you like to borrow these butt plugs, Shasta?" She looked down at the box of four glass plugs. "They look very clean." "They wash up well with soap and water. Not much different than changing a dirty diaper, Shasta." "One day for each size?" "Yes. A little lube or even vaseline will help you insert it. I will tell you getting fucked with one of these in your ass is very enjoyable. It makes for a snug fit," I said, smiling.

“Maybe?” I raise my eyebrows. “Maybe?” He flushes bright red, looking embarrassed. “Okay, yes. I came.” I shake my head at him as I grab the lube, squirting some onto my fingers. “Tsk tsk. You know better than that. Lucky for you, I'm generous. So let’s try this again.” “Oh God.” I grab the bag, pulling out a small metal device—the plug for his length tip. “What is that?” “A denial plug. It will keep you from coming till I want you to. You will feel everything…..but you won’t get to let go.”

"It probably looks like a penis. You've seen one you've-" "Wrong!" Her outburst startles me and makes the Macaw screech in surprise. She grabs the other banana she hasn't massacred yet and holds it with both hands. "You could have one that has a slight bend to it." She slightly bends the banana. "Or one that is uncircumcised and plays peek-a-boo with you." My eyes fill with tears I begin to laugh so hard. She cups her hands over the top, the banana poking out simultaneously. "It could have a slight upturn." She holds the banana upside down making it curve up. "Quinn!" We both jump upright, and Quinn's face is blister red as she turns to face our boss Dr. Craymer.

Another had batteries next to it. The top had several more items, a series of clear balls on a string, in three separate sizes. There were two rods, labeled 7" and 9" with a series of jelly bulbs every two inches or so. Finally there was a largish butt-plug with what looked liked a pony tail attached.

This plug was different than the one Melissa had up her own ass. Rather than being conical and expanding outward to one bulge then dropping back to a narrow neck, this one had three bulges and three necks, each progressively larger than the last. It was also longer and fatter, with the middle bulge being about the size of the one that had expanded her pucker then let it close to clamp it in place. And instead of a circular flange to keep it from going all the way in, this one had a sort of t-handle that Melissa realized would tuck nicely between one's ass-cheeks making it more convenient to wear while shopping or chatting with a neighbor.

Fresh fruit had been arranged carefully on top. Bright slices of strawberry, several blueberries, and small pieces of banana created a colorful, inviting contrast. Maple syrup had been drizzled slowly over the stack, glistening as it coated the surface, some of it slipping down the sides and pooling at the base of the plate.

I asked, “May I take the butter out, Sir?” There was no way I could clean anything while trying to hold the butter in me now that it had warmed up, and I assume melted since the pressure was not very great now. He pulled a small 3” long butt plug out of his pocket and put it where he’d placed the nipple clamps. “You can shit the butter out, but you need to replace it with the plug.” All of this happened, and he never even looked up from his tablet as though he didn’t care about it at all.