The Fruit and Veg Girl

I was hot and sticky, in bed, that night. I kept waking up thinking about Gareth, and what he might make me do. Even when I was asleep, I dreamt about him. I couldn’t keep my fingers away from my fanny; it felt like it was on fire, as I had to keep playing with myself.

I was up and showered early on Sunday. I told my mum that we were stocktaking, in the shop, but I dressed in a short, blue, pleated skirt with a cream t-shirt. To no-ones surprise I didn’t wear a bra, leaving my firm, young 38DD breasts to bounce as nature intended.

When I arrived at the supermarket, his car was already there, and the backdoor was open. Tentatively, I entered the dark warehouse, my hard nipples giving away my feelings. As I approached his office, I received a shock. “Hi! I wasn’t sure if you would actually come.” Gareth said as he grabbed my arm. “Shit! You gave me a fright.” I answered. 

Laughing, at my reaction, he asked, “Do you want a cup of coffee? Or do you want to, you know?” he then nodded his head at the vegetable store- room. Grinning, I shrugged my shoulders, “Whatever, I’m easy.” Realising my double entendre, I blushed.
“You continue to surprise me, Victoria. So, the store-room it is!”
I went first, my heart beating like a drum, and my legs were shaking.

Once inside, Gareth took hold of my waist, and pulled me towards him. Looking me in the eyes, he calmly said, “You’re not going to disappoint me are you?” I smiled, as I shook my head. “Are you going to make me happy?” I nodded, and began to lift my t-shirt, for him. “good girl!” He whispered as he leant against the door, stroking his bulge. My, long brown, nipples were beginning to ache, they were so hard as I took my T-shirt off. Dropping it to the floor, I had to bend over, making my breasts droop, as I unzipped my skirt. It fell to the floor, leaving me in my smallest, white, knickers, which were sticking to me.

I ran my fingers, gently, over my tits, “What do you want me to do?” I asked, in my best Lollita voice. Coughing, as his throat was dry, he stammered, “The same as Friday, you know…..with…the carrot.” He didn’t seem as confident now. Looking around, I picked up a small carrot, “Like this?” I asked coyly. “If you like.” He stammered. “Or one like this?” I asked as I picked up a huge one, perhaps 10 inches long and 3 or 4 inches in circumference. He nodded, as I kissed the end, like Eve had done. His eyes were like saucers. 

I lay back on some sacks of cabbages, which were quite soft. Never taking my eyes from his, I ran the end of the carrot along my pussy lips through my cotton pants. They felt all squishy, as I pressed the hard vegetable against them.
“Ooooh! That feels good.” I sighed. I pressed it harder and harder against my lips until it was nearly hurting. 

“Take your pants off!” Gareth muttered, as he stepped out of his jeans. His cock looked bigger than on Friday, and was pointing up towards the sky.
I rested the carrot on my tummy, and slowly pulled my knickers off. I was now aware of the power that I had over him. As I slipped them off my ankles, I watched him devouring every inch of my naked teenage body. His eyes lingered over my pert breasts and my long brown nipples, then down to my lush red pubes, and the glistening crack, in-between.

I took hold of the carrot, again, and returned it between my legs. As soon as it touched my pussy lips, I let out another groan. I couldn’t wait any longer, so in one long, slow movement, in it went. “Aaagh! Shit! Oooh!” This was the best yet. I closed my eyes as I increased the speed. This was, just so fucking good! Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, it went, and still, I hadn’t touched my clit. My other hand was squashing and squeezing my aching breasts. I opened my eyes, to find Gareth standing over my face, his throbbing cock inches away from my face. 

“Suck me. Will you suck me?” he pleaded. Although I had never done that before, I nodded, and opened my mouth. He edged forward and put it between my lips. The knob felt soft compared to the shaft; his cock had a pleasant, but peculiar taste. I didn’t have to do anything for him, as he rhythmically fucked my mouth, as I used the carrot like a piston.

Unable to last any longer, the fingers on my left hand now began rubbing my clitoris, “Aaagh!” I tried to scream, as my orgasm erupted from my toes. Gareth immediately pulled his cock out of my mouth, but he wasn’t quick enough. A plume of spunk arced from his piss-hole onto my face, some of it going into my mouth, but most of it hitting my chin and cheeks. Like the first time, he finished by jerking off onto my swollen tits. The smell and taste of his spunk was awesome, as I slid it over my breasts with my fingers.

The carrot was now lying beside me, as I had pulled it out, when I came.
Gareth surprised me by kissing me on my spunk-smeared lips.
He then sat back on a box, with his softening cock dangling between his legs.
“Wow, Victoria!” he gasped, “You must be popular with the boys!”
Resting on one arm, reveling in my nakedness, I replied, “Not really, I’ve never had, you know, a ‘proper’ boyfriend.” I wiped the come from my face and breasts with his handkerchief.

He struggled to comprehend what I had just told him, “You’ve never had a ‘proper’ boyfriend? You mean that you really are a virgin?” I nodded, in reply, and smiled, my sweetest smile.

“Would you like to change that?” he asked. Again I nodded and smiled.
As he picked up his jeans, I looked at him, in a different light. He was mid-thirties, slim, in an athletic way, had shoulder length, brown wavy hair, and a very cute arse! 

He dropped his jeans and turned around unwrapping a condom. “Gotta be careful!” he announced.
His cock was hard again, as he rolled the pink condom on. I was still on my back, with my legs wide open. Gareth ran his finger up my slit, making me shiver. “Still wet, I see!” he chuckled, as he licked my juice off the finger- tip.
Slowly he lay on top of me and positioned his cock against my pussy. Stroking it along the length, driving me crazy, he whispered, “Are you sure about this?” “Yes, yes, yes!” I pleaded.

With a jerk of his hips, his cock was inside – I was now a woman!
After using large carrots for a couple of weeks, there was no fantastic sensation as he entered me, but I was in Heaven as he fucked me. Automatically, I wrapped a leg around his hip, and I hugged him with my arms, pressing my tits against his rough hairy chest. We were, now, so hot, sweat was dripping from his brow onto my face, and our bodies were soaking wet.

I loved the feeling of fucking myself with the carrot, but real sex, with a man was mind blowing. I was shaking, with excitement, when I felt him speed up and come, for a second time. For the next few seconds he showered me with tiny kisses, then slumped on top of me. We lay like that for a minute or two, then he rolled off, and tentatively peeled off the condom, which was full of his love juice.

“Jesus! I can’t remember the last time, that I did that twice in an hour.” He said, gasping for air.
We picked up our clothes, and walked naked upstairs, to the canteen, to get cleaned up.
We carried on our affair, for a further six months, fucking, sucking and using all kinds of wonderful fruit and vegetables (bananas, cucumbers and even grapes!) until he got a promotion and moved away.

I don’t think that anyone found out (until now!), especially my friends, as no one even hinted at anything.
I stopped using vegetables after I left college, but I do have a craving for men with big cocks!