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Sweet and Juicy
Mariana called me. "I've been a bad girl," she said.
"What do you mean? What did you do?"
"I was naughty."
"Oh?"
"I ate all the cherries. I meant to save some for you, but they were just too good. So sweet and juicy, with just the right tartness."
"Oh," I said, "well, okay, at least you enjoyed them. I'm happy about that."
"But I knew I was being bad, and I did it anyway. So now I'm punishing myself."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I'm sitting on the rough rug facing the red wall."
"I see."
"Yes, and I'm naked."
"Oh. Now I wish I could see."
"And the last pear is on the rug behind me. It's so ripe and juicy, the perfect readiness, but I'm depriving myself. I'm saving the pear for you, for when you get here."
"Well, that's nice of you."
"Yes, but I can't help thinking about it. Desiring it."
"I understand. You want to take a bite out of it."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I want to fuck it."
"You want to fuck the pear?"
"I do. My pussy is so hot for it. It's practically dripping. But I'm being good. I'm depriving myself."
"Wouldn't the pear be too big? I mean your pussy is rather on the small side, or so it seems to me."
"Yes, it would be a challenge. The pear is much bigger than my pussy hole. Much fatter than your dick. But I still want to fuck it."
"How would you do it?"
"I've thought about it. I've considered it carefully. I think what I'd do is carve out the core, at least a little ways from the top, to get rid of the stem and the rough inner stuff, and then I'd pare off the skin from the top, so there's a dome of bare, juicy pear flesh not all that much bigger than the head of your cock."
"Mmm."
"Yes, and then I'd slowly work the top of the pear carefully into my cunt, twisting it as necessary until it was securely in me. And then I'd sit back, with the pear in me, under me, and fuck it, pushing down more and more and more, my cunt opening to the fatter part of the pear, opening more and more and more. Oh, oh fuck, it feels so good in there, so full. Oh fuck!"
"Are you there? Are you all right? Mariana?"
"Ah. Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. I just... I just came."
"You did?"
"Uh huh."
"You came on the pear?"
"Uh huh. Are you mad at me?"
"No. I love when you come."
"Good. Come home now, okay? When you get here you can have the pear. It's not too ruined. I'm sure it will be delicious. And then, after you've eaten it, you can eat me."
I set off at once.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
