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 Veggies

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I was browsing the vegetable aisle of the local supermarket, as I am wont to do, indulging my secret vice. I had already invested in a nice fat carrot and a smooth, juicy cucumber, and was fondling the aubergines, enjoying their luscious taut shiny purple skin and thinking about which shape and girth I would like best. I felt someone’s eyes on me and looked up, to meet the gaze of a woman on the other side of the rack. She looked about my age, though somewhat prettier, I thought, with short hair and an amused smile touching her lips. I blushed, wondering if she knew what I was thinking, and selected an aubergine at random.

 

My eye was caught by some long thin white objects which the label said were called ‘mouli’. I held one, trying to imagine what it would be like, and saw that the other woman was looking at me again. She was holding a cucumber and stroking it with her other hand. She winked at me, and I felt myself blushing again. I decided to drop the mouli – it was too long anyway.

 

Then I noticed something in a tray by itself which set my pulse racing. It was cream coloured, smooth with a cut-off stalk at the top, perhaps a foot long and 4 inches wide at the top, flaring to a wider base. In a sort of daze I reached out slowly and my hand collided with another. It was my friendly co-customer. I snatched my hand back and said ‘oh, sorry,’ automatically.

 

‘Don’t worry, honey,’ she said with a soft purring voice that did strange things to me. ‘Take it if you want it.’

 

I looked at her; she must have been about 40, with tanned skin and a sparkle in her eyes – quite attractive. She was about the same height as me and slim with it, dressed in a stretchy top and loose knee-length skirt. I blushed again – which I do easily.

 

‘What is it?’ I said, to cover my embarrassment.

 

‘They’re called butternut squash,’ she said. ‘Have you never tried one before?’

 

‘No ... are they nice?’

 

She picked it up. I notice people’s hands and hers were slim with short fingernails and no jewellery. She caressed the large vegetable sensuously.

 

‘They’re great,’ she said, ‘Perfect. You should try one – you’ll be hooked.’ Again that knowing grin.

 

I wondered whether we were talking the same language. Did she suspect my secret vice – did she even share it? She gave me the heavy object. It certainly did feel good – smooth and solid, perfectly shaped. I could feel myself growing hotter inside.

 

‘I don’t know,’ I said, flustered. ‘I’m on my own. It’s a bit big ... not sure I’d manage it all.’

 

The other woman chuckled. ‘I live on my own too, honey. And I cope! Took me a few goes, but once I got the taste, I never looked back.’ She encircled the head of the squash with her fingers, caressing it. ‘Course, you’ve got to trim the stalk off.’

 

This was getting all too embarrassing for me. ‘No, you take it, please. I’ve got enough already.’ I indicated my trolley.

 

She peered into it, noting the cucumber and the carrot and the aubergine, and nodded. ‘Nice choices, honey. Smooth, good length, not too big. I don’t care for the knobbly ones. Hey, you fancy a coffee when you’ve finished? I usually have one in the cafe over there.’

 

I couldn’t think of an excuse on the spot, so we arranged to meet in half-an-hour when we had got the rest of our shopping. She walked away with a swing of her hips, giving me a sideways grin.

 

I got the rest of my list in a daze, my mind running over our conversation. What had we been talking about? Had I met a fellow user; if so, what was supposed to happen now? The image that wouldn’t go away of my new acquaintance with the big butternut squash made bits of my body tingle.

 

After paying and collecting my bags, I was tempted to make a run for the car and not go to the cafe. But curiosity got the better of me. She was sitting at a table, texting, and looked up and smiled when I approached.

 

‘Hi honey! Get what you wanted?’ She caught the eye of a waitress. ‘Coffee? or tea?’

 

I parked my bags and sat down. ‘Oh, coffee please – white. Sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Amanda.’

 

‘Sarah.’ We shook hands; hers was warm and firm. ‘You live close by?’

 

We chatted idly for a few minutes until the drinks arrived, which gave me the chance to examine her for clues. Her bare arms and legs were smooth and lightly tanned; her figure was slim and her breasts small and upturned, with solid nipples that were plainly visible under her top. She didn’t look like she was wearing a bra. I envied her: I hate the sweaty constriction of bras but my breasts are large enough to need the support and bounce alarmingly (or excitingly, if you’re a man) without.

 

I categorised her as a fairly well-off divorcee, no kids or maybe grown up, professional, confident. I wondered what she thought of me. I’m still single with a couple of long-term but failed relationships behind me, not currently looking; I’ve got wavy blonde hair, and take pleasure in keeping my body in good shape.

 

Sarah took a sip of her coffee and leant forward conspiratorially. ‘Now then, let’s talk about our vegetables, shall we? Looking forward to getting yours home and trying them out?’

 

I blushed helplessly. She put her hand lightly on mine.

 

‘Don’t be shy, Amanda. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’re both women; we know what’s what and what we like. Me, I’m going to start with the cucumber. I’ll peel off any rough bits, run it under the hot tap for a minute just to take the chill off, and then drizzle some oil over it. Mind you, the way I’m feeling, I won’t need the oil!’

 

I laughed with her, to cover my shame. What we had been talking around was almost out in the open.

 

‘Do you ... do this often?’ I asked.

 

‘Mmm, two or three times a week, maybe. Getting more frequent as time goes by – I can’t seem to think of a good reason not to! What about you?’

 

‘Oh, not very often,’ I lied. ‘Um, when I’m desperate, you know.’ I gave her a sheepish grin.

 

‘Why wait till then?’ Sarah said with a shrug, putting a heel on the edge of her chair and hugging her knee. Her skirt slid up her thighs and I caught myself looking. ‘Give your body what it wants, that’s my motto.’

 

‘Like chocolate,’ I joked weakly, trying to distract myself from the smooth skin of her inner thighs.

 

‘Chocolate’s fine if you burn it off afterwards. That’s where the veg help, isn’t it?’

 

‘I suppose they do,’ I said, thinking of how my muscles ached after a good session.

 

‘Hey, you should try the squash, you know. It really feels good. Tell you what, why don’t you come back to my place and we can try it out together?’

 

‘Oh, no, I don’t think ... no, I couldn’t.’ But part of me was growing ever more hot and liquid at the thought of watching her.

 

‘Live a little, honey! A new experience. Anyhow, sharing makes it better, that’s what I find.’

 

I must have looked pathetic in my indecision.

 

‘You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Amanda. Come on, we’re both adults. We’re not responsible to anyone.’ She touched my hand again.

 

I heard myself saying ‘OK,’ and blushed again. What had I let myself in for.

 

‘That’s my girl! I’ll pay for us. Hey, you want to try one of these? I often use them beforehand, to warm up.’ She delved in a bag and held out a small round apple, about the side of a pool ball. My mouth fell open; I really didn’t know what she meant at first.

 

Sarah got a sachet of antiseptic tissues out of her handbag and wiped the apple carefully. Then she gave me a grin and quickly dropped her hand down between her legs, gave a little push and a squirm and brought her hand back up without the apple.

 

‘Touches the right spot while you walk and drive,’ she said. ‘Never tried it? Here, I’ve got a few.’

 

My mouth must have been wide open. Not only had she just inserted an apple into herself in full view of anyone nearby, but I realised that she must have gone out without panties. My legs suddenly felt weak. Mechanically I took the proffered apple, and then a wipe. I cleaned the apple in a daze, wondering what I had got myself into. First of all I would have to take my panties off, then open my legs, then push the apple ... I felt my juices flow hotly at the thought.

 

Sarah’s eyes were on me, a kindly smile on her face. Of course, I could always back out and walk away, but somehow the idea didn’t occur to me. I put the apple on the table and carefully, slowly, reached under my skirt. I looked round to see if anyone was watching, then hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and with a wriggle managed to pull them down to my thighs, then over my knees.

 

Just at that moment the waitress appeared with the bill, and I almost died with shame. Would she notice my tiny sky-blue (and rather damp) panties gathered across my knees? I don’t think she did. As she left Sarah snorted and we fell into a fit of giggles, like schoolgirls, which broke the tension somewhat.

 

‘Oh my god,’ I said, quickly pulling the panties over my shoes and stuffing them into a bag. ‘I don’t think I can do this.’

 

‘Put your foot up on the seat. Now spread your legs. Don’t worry, your skirt is hiding things. A bit. Now, get the apple. Are you wet enough?’

 

I certainly was. In that position I was wide open and as I pushed the hard cool apple against my opening I felt my juicy lips soft and gaping against my fingertips. I pushed harder and relaxed my muscles and it popped in quite easily. I couldn’t stifle a small ‘Oh!’ as the sphere nestled in my cavity. Just then the waitress returned with the change and I quickly pulled my legs together again, which sent tingles of pleasure radiating outwards from my loins. I grabbed Sarah’s hand for moral support.

 

‘Ooh, heavens. That feels weird.’

 

‘Weird but nice,’ she said. ‘Come on, let’s go. This thing’s working on me already.’

 

We got up, in my case somewhat unsteadily, and gathered our bags. I agreed that I would follow her car. Walking out into the car park, I could feel the apple nestling inside me, doing strange things to my sensitive spots. It was hard to walk without rolling the hips a little in order to intensify the feeling. I noticed that Sarah was doing the same. Her nostrils were flared and her lips seemed to have swelled.

 

‘Do you think people can tell?’ I said.

 

‘What, that there’s two bare-arsed women carrying apples in their cunts?’ she said, the crude words harsh in her mellow voice.

 

‘Mmm.’

 

‘Maybe. Who cares?’ She gave me a big smile. ‘This is for us!’

 

Sitting in the car was an interesting sensation. I discovered that by tensing one buttock and then the other I could roll the apple against my trigger spot, and found myself halfway to a climax before I stopped. It would not be safe to drive in such a condition. Nevertheless, following Sarah’s car through the residential streets, I could feel wetness oozing out of me and wondered if it would stain the car seat.

 

Waiting at some lights, I saw Sarah stick her arm out of the window and punch the air. Soon afterwards we pulled up at a fairly ordinary looking house, the sort that you wouldn’t suspect anything untoward to take place within. We carried our bags indoors as it would be too hot to leave mine in the car.

 

‘Enjoy the ride?’ she asked with a grin, and I was sufficiently at ease in her company now to know what she meant.

 

‘You bet! It’s very distracting.’

 

‘The journey’s just long enough for me,’ she said. ‘It happened just before those lights.’

 

‘You mean ...?’ Now I knew why she had punched the air.

 

Sarah turned round and proudly showed me the big damp patch on the back of her skirt. ‘Didn’t you come?’

 

‘I sort of ... thought it might be dangerous.’

 

She laughed. ‘I’m used to it now. But sometimes I have to pull over for a specially big one ... Come on, let’s get those veg washed and ready.’

 

We scrubbed the items in her sink and carefully smoothed off any areas that could snag. It felt like we were preparing a meal until I realised with a jolt what we were going to do. Sarah trimmed the stubby stalk off the butternut squash, caressing its massive girth.

 

‘This is a lovely one, isn’t it? I’m going to enjoy this. I’ll have to get warmed up with the others first, though – can’t take it in just like that.’

 

‘Don’t you get ... sore?’ I ventured, remembering some sessions I had had.

 

‘Oh yeah, course I do. Not so often these days. But it’s worth it. When I first tried one I couldn’t sit down for days! What sort of lube do you want? I’ve got Astroglide or baby oil or other things.’

 

‘I usually use baby oil,’ I said.

 

‘OK, I’ll fetch it.’ She was quite business-like. ‘If you want to do it here, that is. We can go into the lounge, or my bedroom, if you’d prefer.’

 

‘No ... this is fine,’ I said, looking around to see if any of the windows were overlooked. Somehow using the bedroom seemed too much like I was having an affair. Sarah disappeared upstairs and I stopped and clenched my fists. What was I about to do? The thought of performing the most obscene acts with, or rather in the company of, a woman I had only just met would normally have filled me with horror, but I was feeling so horny that normal judgments were suspended. I squeezed my pelvic floor muscles and the apple inside me moved excitingly. I wondered if I’d be able to get it out.

 

Sarah reappeared, and I stared at her in renewed shock. She had removed her skirt and was naked from the waist down. Her pubes were completely shaven and her slit was prominent, her labia full and pink. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

 

She chuckled. ‘I’ve been shaving for years. It feels so much nicer. What about you?’

 

I shook my head. ‘No ... never really thought about it, I suppose.’

 

She slid her fingers sensuously across her bare mound. ‘You’d be hooked instantly, believe me. Right, here’s the oil, there’s the veg. What’s first?’

 

She put a foot up on a kitchen chair and delved her fingers into her slit, and after wriggling her hips a little withdrew the apple. It was shining with juice. She looked at it, grinned at me, and took a big bite. ‘Mmm, delicious!’

 

Sarah put the apple on the table and picked up a cucumber, dripped some oil onto the tip and smoothed it down the fat green cylinder with sensuous strokes. Her foot still up on the chair, she placed the tip against her slit and closed her eyes. I watched in fascination as the long vegetable slid smoothly into her, not stopping until over two-thirds had disappeared. Carefully she stood upright, then sat gingerly with her bottom on the very edge of the chair. She spread her legs and gripped the end of the cucumber, and began to work it slowly in and out of her, moaning softly. I couldn’t take my eyes off her fat naked lips as they slid up and down the glistening shaft.

 

Her eyes opened and she grinned at me.

 

‘Come on then, you too! Or do you just want to watch me?’

 

I did want to watch her, but I also wanted to feel what she was feeling. With a surge of courage I pulled my skirt down to reveal my pubes with their tuft of blonde hair, now rather sodden. Suddenly my breasts felt trapped, constrained, and I pulled off my top and unclasped my bra and stood there totally naked, feeling my nipples harden suddenly in the cool air.

 

Sarah looked at me in admiration. ‘Beautiful tits, honey. Wish mine were like that.’ She pulled off her top to show me her small but unsagging breasts with their dark, protruding nipples.

 

‘Yours are lovely,’ I said softly. ‘I wish I didn’t have to wear a bra.’

 

‘I used to,’ she said, ‘ but then I thought, what the hell. Are you going to leave that apple in all day? It won’t be fit to eat.’

 

‘How do I get it out? You seemed to do it easily.’

 

‘Put two fingers in your cunt, honey, then hook them round it. Bear down at the same time. That’s it.’

 

I made a few strange noises but managed to manoeuvre the apple under my fingers, then pulled and pushed until it popped out into my palm, warm and slippery. Without thinking I brought it to my mouth and took a bite, just as she had done. I’ve always enjoyed the taste of myself on my fingers and it went with the apple’s slightly acid flavour very well.

 

Sarah held out her hand, holding my eyes with hers very directly. I gave her the apple and she bit it as well. Somehow it didn’t shock me. She licked her lips slowly but didn’t say anything.

 

Suddenly I needed to have something inside me. I grabbed the other cucumber, drizzled oil onto it, sat down opposite Sarah with my legs wide and rather roughly pushed the vegetable into me. My muscles tried to grip it and expel it but I pushed further until I could feel the end pressing against my cervix. My internal muscles were fluttering at the sudden invasion.

 

‘That’s nice,’ Sarah whispered – I wasn’t sure whether she meant her own sensations or the sight of me impaling myself. She started pumping the veg slowly in and out again, her eyes on me. I matched her rhythm, losing myself in the rising sensations, but resisting the temptation to close my eyes. I saw her bring one hand up and start to massage her bare mound, then slip a finger between the top of her lips, just above where the cuc was spreading them apart. I copied.

 

Her hand pumped harder, and her eyelids fluttered. Her finger vibrated faster on her button. Suddenly she threw her head back and gave an agonised groan which turned into a series of wails. Her thighs quivered, her hips bucked and her chest heaved. I thought she was going to slide off the chair. It was intensely erotic and my own climax advanced by several notches at the sight. But part of me wanted to delay mine until Sarah had recovered enough to watch ...

 

Her eyelids fluttered open again, her eyes smoky with passion. I pumped the cuc faster, rubbing my clit in synchrony, imaging that some hunky stud was between my legs.

 

Sarah whispered, ‘That’s it, honey, go for it!’ and that seemed to trigger something. My orgasm swelled and burst hotly, my muscles clutching at the smooth shaft of the vegetable. I’m not usually vocal during sex, but I couldn’t restrain a low moaning as my inner core pulsed around the solid object. I came down slowly, my limbs tingling, a fine sheen of sweat on my breasts and stomach.

 

We looked at each other, two women in identical and obscene poses with big green cucumbers most of the way in their vaginas, and started to laugh. Sarah slid her cuc out and held it up, shiny with juice. ‘Look, he’s still hard!’ That set off another fit of giggles. She sucked the end and grinned. ‘Nectar!’

 

I pulled mine out too and felt the cool air rush into my dilated entrance. Not to be outdone, I sucked it and tasted my warm sex fluids.

 

‘I need something bigger,’ my friend said, rubbing her gaping pussy lips. ‘Shall we try the aubergines?’

 

She fished one out of her bag and oiled it carefully. It was nearly twice as thick as the cuc but not so long. I felt a strange tingling deep in my vagina, as though it was getting excited and ready to admit the object. Sarah cleared stuff off the kitchen table and lay back on it. ‘I’ll have to lie down for this,’ she said. ‘Don’t want to fall off the chair when I come!’ She spread her thighs horizontally, pointing her still-dilated vagina directly at me, and rubbed the smooth purple dome of the aub across her lips. Then she grasped the veg in both hands and forced it firmly into her, giving a gasp as it stretched her wide.

 

‘Oh boy, that’s big! Feels good ...’

 

I didn’t want to be left out, so I got my own purchase and lubed it well, then held it vertically on my chair and positioned myself above it. I could feel the slippery dome touching my labia. I sank down until it was pushing against my muscles, forcing my tunnel to stretch, then bounced up and down slightly, getting it a little further in each time.

 

‘How you doing, honey?’ Sarah gasped. ‘Got yours in yet?’

 

‘Mmm, almost. It’s huge!’

 

Looking up, I saw that she was plunging the aub fully in and out of her, the sinews in her arms taut. Her vagina gaped blackly each time it withdrew, then her naked swollen labia stretched around the purple girth as it slid back in. The sight was so erotic that I sat down harder and my own invader was forced right inside. I couldn’t restrain a moan of pleasure as it filled me up hugely.

 

Sarah’s arms were a blur as she pumped the massive vegetable in and out faster and faster, her hips rising to meet the thrusts and her buttocks lifting off the table. Suddenly she convulsed in a powerful orgasm, driving the aub fully home and keeping it there while she throbbed around it. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She collapsed back onto the table, her arms wide, the big purple veg sliding out leaving a dark cavity that leaked a trickle of clear fluid.

 

I gyrated my hips, feeling my own aub massaging my inner walls. It felt wonderful, but I knew that I wouldn’t climax without stimulation on my clit. I turned round so that I was facing the back of the chair and could support myself on it, and then got to work with some fingers. It didn’t take long – the orgasm had been hovering just beneath the surface, ever since the previous one, in fact, and rolled out and overwhelmed me. I sagged against the chair back, feeling the aub penetrate me ever further ...

 

Warm arms encircled me from behind. ‘That’s it, honey, let it all out,’ Sarah whispered in my ear, and my climax renewed its vigour. She held me firmly as I throbbed and wilted several more times. I could feel her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into my back.

 

As soon as I recovered control of my limbs I stood up and pulled the aub out, as my pussy was starting to ache. Sarah faced me, grinning.

 

‘That looked like a good one, Amanda!’

 

I smiled tiredly. ‘Yes, I’ve not come like that for quite a while. Feel a bit stretched, though.’

 

‘Me too, but I like it. Just got me warmed up for the big one!’

 

‘The squash?’

 

‘Mmm! You know you’ve been fucked after one of those!’

 

‘I don’t think I could manage it, not straight away anyway.’

 

‘That’s OK. No-one’s forcing you. Anyway, I need you to help me.’

 

She told me that she normally had to rig up some way of holding the butternut squash upright, so that she could sit down on it and use her weight to force it in. I thought for a moment she was going to ask me to push it into her, but she merely wanted me to hold it on the table, base downwards. She climbed up and squatted inelegantly on the table, resting her crotch on the well-oiled top of the squash. I held the base firmly, my face close to her pussy, catching wafts of her warm female musk. I was sure that the huge shaft would never fit ...

 

Sarah had no such qualms. She wriggled around, getting her fat labia stretched around the circumference of the smooth yellowish vegetable, and put her hands on my shoulders. I saw her hollow her stomach and deliberately try to relax her taut thigh muscles. With an eerie moaning sound she sank slowly down on the column, breathing fast, grunting and panting as if she was in labour – and indeed it was like a delivery in reverse. I kept tight hold of the base as she gyrated her hips to force the veg into her millimetre by millimetre.

 

‘Don’t hurt yourself, Sarah,’ I said automatically.

 

‘Not hurt ...’ she gasped, ‘just tight ... feels ... Jesus ... so good.’

 

With a shock I saw that the squash was halfway in her. The diameter was constant now for another six inches and she sank down without a lot of effort until her tautly-stretched labia reached the flaring base of the object. My fingers brushed against her hot tight skin, slippery with oil and juices. She began to rise and fall, until most of the shaft was exposed and then vanished again inside. Each time she went a little further down, forcing more and more of the wider base into her. Her hands gripped my shoulders painfully. My fingers, still gripping the squash, were now going up between the object and her labia, and I tucked my nails in to avoid grazing her membranes.

 

‘Oh god,’ she panted. ‘Need to come ... rub my clit ... please ...’

 

Without thinking I obeyed. Her clitoris was a proud solid pink nub standing out from the taut membranes between her wide-spread lips. I held the squash firmly with one hand and stroked her clit with a couple of fingers of the other. She moaned and bounced up and down even faster. I rubbed harder, and suddenly she squealed and sat down hard so that almost the whole of the fat base disappeared inside her. I could feel her whole body pulsing as the orgasm exploded inside her. I couldn’t imagine how it must feel to climax with such an enormous solid object filling every inch of her vagina.

 

Sarah collapsed backwards onto the table, pushing half the squash out of her. I helped the rest of it slide out, and stared in horror at the massive cavity of her vagina, dark and glistening, her labia swollen and stretched beyond recognition. The walls were still quivering with the dying remnants of her climax.

 

‘Oh honey,’ she gasped. ‘That was incredible. You’re a darling. I feel ... totally fucked!’

 

She reached forward and explored her gaping entrance with her fingers, and giggled. ‘That’ll take a while to close up! How’s the squash? Did I squash it?’

 

‘It’s OK. A bit wet.’ My hand too was dripping with her juices. I wanted to lick it but didn’t dare.

 

‘Well, I guess it’s your turn now, honey!’

 

 

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