Fuckin’ Grapefruit

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Marie had woken up horny. She reached for Randy but he was gone. Then she remembered he had told her he had to work early. The clock on the bedside table told her it was 6:30. Fuck, she thought, he wasn’t kidding. She tried to shrug off the longing by shrugging on her robe and making her way to the kitchen. Coffee, that’s what she needed. She heated water for instant and flipped through the paper that Randy had left on the table while she waited.

She sipped her coffee and read the comics, then the art and literature section and was surprised to notice that she was pinching her nipples as she read the book reviews. A second cup of coffee and her robe was open. Her hand was in her lap, fingers moving softly. The morning was spent trying to ignore her desire. After lunch, the shower nozzle helped take the edge off but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what she wanted. She rummaged through her dresser drawers for a vibe and then through the junk drawer in the kitchen for two AA’s. This was better but still didn’t address what she craved, what she wanted.

At 2:00 pm she dressed in short shorts, a tank top, and flip flops; pulled her hair into a pony tail, and drove to Trader Joes to buy toys. She bought a grapefruit, carrots, zucchinis, Japanese egg plants, and a selection of cucumbers. When she got back home she got busy. She stepped out of her shorts and sat on one of the kitchen chairs, with her heels on the edge of the chair she began to experiment.

The end of the carrot was a bit rough and irritating. With the end cut off, the edges were too sharp. She knew she could shape it with a peeler but she didn’t want to take the time, so she tossed it in the sink. She liked the bulbous shape and the girth of the canl─▒ bahis courgette but found the skin to be a bit prickly. She tried, because the shape was divine, but it too soon found its way into the sink where it joined the carrot. The long slender Japanese eggplant was perfect, a smooth skin and a curve that fit her just right. She loved the aubergine. They were a bit fragile though; she had three of them and broke them all at most inconvenient times. The pieces landed in the sink along with the other discards.

Marie was now in a frenzy. All she had left were cucumbers. Plucking one from the bag she studied it. It was long enough to offer adequate penetration and still have something for her to hold on to. She liked the heft. She ran her finger along the curve, approvingly and she rubbed the bumps. The bumps were not attractive but they should be entertaining.

When Randy got home and came into the kitchen from the garage he found Marie sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. She wore nothing but a thin white tank top. Her feet were up on the edge of the table and she was using both hands to plunge an oversized cucumber, bumpy and curved, in and out of her pussy. Her head was laid back and her eyes were closed.

She started and blushed a bit when she heard him and her rhythm was interrupted for a stroke or two but she smiled at him and kept right on doing what she had been doing; fucking the cucumber.

“Hey,” Randy said, “Wouldn’t you rather fuck me?”

“I don’t think so. I’m becoming fond of this cucumber.”

He licked his lips and quit talking. He watched her bring herself off.

“My turn now?” he asked.

“I’m done,” she said, “I’ve been at this all day.”

Randy looked bahis siteleri around. There was no one else in the room. “Then who am I gonna fuck?” he pouted.

“The question is not who are you gonna fuck,” said Marie, “the question is, what are you gonna fuck.” She reached into the brown paper grocery bag on the table and pulled out the grapefruit. “You could core this and warm it up in the microwave for a couple of seconds.”

Randy caught the grapefruit she tossed him and studied it. “I’d rather fuck you.”

“Not gonna happen.” She watched him to see what he would do.

He hefted it, tossed it up in the air about half a foot, caught it, looked again at Marie and seemed to make up his mind. Grabbing a knife off the counter he cut a hole in the grapefruit and stuck his first two fingers in, checking the fit, checking the feel. He opened the microwave oven, “How long do you think?”

“I’d probably try about 6 or 7 seconds. Then you can test it. If it needs more time you can do it again”

He set it up the way she had suggested and when it beeped that the cook time was complete he removed it and inserted his fingers again. He smiled and set the grapefruit on the table next to her, unbuttoned his 501’s, pushed them down to his ankles and sat down in the empty chair next to his girlfriend. With his feet flat on the floor he spread his knees, grabbed his dick, and stroked it until he got hard. Marie licked her lips as she watched him jerk off. He had to spin the grapefruit some and tilt it a bit but finally he found the right angle and pushed it down on his cock. He smiled to himself and he smiled at Marie.

Marie was curiously watching his every move and when the smell of fresh, pink grapefruit bahis ┼čirketleri reached her nostrils she smiled too. Randy held the citrus fruit with both hands and began sliding it slowly up and down on his dick. As he did, the fresh flowery aroma grew stronger with each insertion. Warm grapefruit juice began to puddle on the vinyl chair cover, under his ass and he slid forward a bit.

Setting his heels, he watched Marie as she watched him fucking the citrus. She was clearly enjoying this and that excited Randy even more. Marie lifted her tank top exposing her breasts. She grabbed her cucumber and rubbed it on her tits, making small circles around her nipples with the end while she watched the grapefruit moving up and down on Randy’s cock. The strokes were shortening and the pace was quickening. She knew how the fruit felt; Randy had pushed her head up and down like that countless times. Finally he groaned and pushed the grapefruit down on his dick. He was kneading it now and the citrus aroma got stronger as the sides began to split open and the juice flowed faster, dripping to the chair seat and then from the seat on down to the floor.

Marie wanted to reach out and touch him as he shuddered and his cock throbbed; his cum obviously pumping into the large yellow sphere that he was fucking, but his toes were curled and his eyes had rolled back in his head, she refrained. This was his time and she didn’t want to interfere.

When he finished she reached over and teasingly removed the fruit. She carried it carefully to the cupboard and got a bowl, then set the grapefruit in the bowl orienting it so that the hole was facing up.

“I’m thinking I’ll have grapefruit for dinner,” she said. “Would you like a cucumber salad?”

There was a warm glow in the head of his dick. He thought it might be caused by citric acid that had gotten in his urethra. Not an unpleasant sensation. “A cucumber salad sounds wonderful.”

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