Erotic fiction inspired by Elena Koshka in “Indulge”
Is there any man on earth who hasn’t held a banana in front of his crotch to get a laugh? My man has made that joke countless times, but there’s no way he would have actually convinced me to stick one up my pussy just so he could get off…
Until one night when we came home from a party, tipsy and very horny.
Ryan, had woken up with the horn and spent all day wanting me. I wanted him too – waking up with your lover’s erection nestled up against your ass is a nice start to the morning, so I stroked him a while. But I had a lot to do that day. I wanted to look my best for the party and had booked in for a haircut and manicure early in the morning so I still had time to shop for a new dress and some sexy heels.
It was probably my fault for encouraging him, as when he came down to breakfast he was so frisky he could barely keep his hands off me, and more than once slipped one inside my pajamas and found me wet to the touch. I batted his hands away and ate quickly so I could get dressed and leave the house on time, leaving to his own devices. To be honest, I presumed he’d jerk off as soon as I left; but when I got home late that afternoon he was still horny.
We really didn’t have time, so I promised that when we got home from the party he could do whatever he wanted to me. I figured he’d be too tired or drunk to want anything more than a hard, fast quickie, which was fine by me. He fixed us a snack while I did my make-up; and when we sat down to eat, I suddenly became aware that I was really horny too. You know how you sometimes you want it even more because it’s absolutely the wrong time to fuck? Like you’ve got guests arriving in five minutes and you’re on the verge of stripping and fucking against the front door, knowing you might have to stop suddenly and open it? That’s how it was. I had my foot up against Ryan’s crotch while we ate, feeling his boner inside his pants.
“Come on, eat up,” he said. “We’ll be late for the party. I’ve still got to get changed.” Now suddenly it was me feeling frustrated.
The party was a blast – great music, lots of laughter and free flowing booze. We came home late, and it wasn’t until we reached the end of our street that Ryan seemed to remember my promise. His hand slipped down from my waist to my ass, rubbing my cheek and curling his fingers around to cup me. It was late and I was tipsy enough to let my inhibitions down, so as we walked together, I slid my hand to his cock. There was nobody around to see that I was squeezing Ryan hard in his pants while his fingers were drawing nearer to my crotch, my thin cotton dress posing no barrier.
By the time we reached our house, Ryan had bunched up my dress so he could get a hand inside and was busy inching his fingers into my panties. As I put the key in the lock, his hand slid between my thighs from behind, a single finger stroking my hole. I heard him murmur his appreciation when he felt how wet I was. That short walk had got me imagining all the things he might want to do. My earlier thought that he’d want to fuck hard and fast had spiralled in my head to him tying me to the bedposts and taking me from behind with no mercy, a fantasy I had never been able to confess to Ryan. We stumbled through the door with my hand reaching for Ryan’s cock again as his hand slid further inside my panties, tripping and laughing as we barrelled down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“Let’s have another drink,” I remember suggesting, because things got real hot right after that. I was reaching up for a wine bottle, leaning against the counter when I heard a slight cracking sound. It was Ryan’s knee. He squatted behind me with his head up my dress, biting and squeezing my ass cheeks. I forgot about the wine and stood there, leaning forward, hands on the counter. Ryan pulled my panties down and off, leaving my heels on, then spread my cheeks open; I felt his hot breath over my asshole and pussy.
His tongue snaked across my ass cheeks, winding its way closer to my asshole. He’d never done that before, but the thought of having a tongue licking my asshole was the right kind of rude for me at that moment, and I let him know I was up for it by pushing back, urging him on. What a feeling! Sex is all in the mind, I know, and right now my mind was open and it felt amazing. I wanted to feel Ryan’s tongue inside me and I pushed back again, nearly knocking him over, his hands grabbing the edge of the counter either side of me. He started licking all the way up and down, from my clit hood to the top of my ass crack, his tongue spread flat and wide, wetting me with saliva and my own goo.
Ryan stood up with my dress still over his head, tossing it over my back and laughing. He grabbed my hand and led it to his dick, which was pressing hard against his pants. I tried to jerk him off through his pants but he was pulling them down fast, freeing his erection into my palm. He stood to the side so I could jerk his cock better and I felt his hand slide down my crack, grabbing my ass and wiggling a fingertip on my asshole, then moving lower until it was dipping between my lips. With his thumb stroking my asshole, Ryan sunk three fingers into my pussy. Standing there in high heels with my dress up around my waist, bent over the kitchen countertop, a dick in my hand and three fingers up my pussy, was so fucking dirty.
Ryan started to move his fingers inside me, curling his hand like he was gripping me, fanning them open and slipping them out to search for my clit. Then he pulled his cock out of my hand and bent me further over; I thought he was ready to cum and wanted to shoot his load inside me. I was ready to climax myself, and wanted him deep inside me. But what I felt push against me was cold and felt strange, not like a cock at all. I tried to look, but Ryan had a hand on my back.
“Remember, you promised to let me do whatever I wanted to do?” he said. “Well this is what I want to do. I want to make you cum, so you just bend over with that beautiful ass in my face. I’m going to make you cum with this big… hard…”
Whatever it was, Ryan chose that moment to push it between my lips and right inside my pussy. It was cold and made me jump.
“Fuck, it’s cold!” I squeaked.
“It’s okay, baby, it’ll warm up soon inside you,” Ryan murmured.
Whatever it was, it was big. Bigger than Ryan. I love Ryan’s cock, he’s an excellent lover and always makes me climax. But this thing was bigger and that was exciting, almost like being fucked by another man. Ryan pushed it further inside me, deeper than he could get his cock. It was curved! And rigid. My pussy had never had something so unyielding inside it before. It had a rough end and because it was curved it was hitting my G-spot. When Ryan started to pull it out, I wanted it right back up inside me.
“Do it again,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider and lying flat on the counter. I caught sight of the fruit bowl and suddenly realized what Ryan was using on me. A banana! It was dirty, it was something new for us, and it was so fucking good.
I reached back to grab his cock and tried my best to stroke him, but that banana felt amazing and I was so close to orgasm that I couldn’t focus on anything else. I just bent over and took it, Ryan thrusting into my hand to the rhythm of his strokes as he fucked me with the banana.
When I came, it was a massive orgasm. Holding my breath, knees trembling, whole body bucking. As I let out a cry Ryan came too, his hot load hitting my ass, splashing onto my asshole and trickling down to my pussy, which just made me cum harder. Ryan left the banana inside me as he rubbed his cum around my asshole and over my clit, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through me.
That night was a turning point in our sex life. We’re a lot more adventurous now, and since I’ve discovered a taste for what you might call ‘organic’ sex toys, we have tried a few different varieties of produce too! Use your imagination, ladies…
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