After this, as we were kissing and cuddling the “mom” began to show me what I had been missing as she demonstrated lesbian sex to me in detail. In truth, she was in great shape and either a super actress or genuinely aroused as she kissed, stroked and caressed me and I did the same to her. Very quickly, we were in the 69 position, her head buried between my thighs, which were already slick with my juices, and I was the same with her. Unlike my experience with the porn star the day before, she was hot and very wet there. That made it easier for me.
After a while, the director wanted a change of shot so I was told to lay prone on the bed and my colleague would kiss and gently bite my ass. Meantime I was to reach behind and hold her head in close contact with my rear cheeks. She was very gentle but I was surprised when she opened up my cleft there and her tongue began to probe and lube my anus. That just paved the way for her to don a strap-on and, with some added oil, slide her dildo into my tight rear. I genuinely jumped and grunted at that. She began to surge in and out and I felt I was being stretched right open, yet at the same time I had this incredible sensation boiling up inside me. My belly felt as if it would explode and I orgasmed, this time with a burst of ejaculation that I had never, ever in my life experienced before even when masturbating to my wildest fantasies.
It was another successful shoot. Back at the office, I stuffed some more glorious greenbacks into my purse. I should have been mortified; it was astonishing and shameful for a convent girl and yet, for me, I had found the perfect occupation.
The fierce reception lady was in the office, just getting ready to quit for the day. She asked me how the shoot had gone and, after I replied that it had been enjoyable, she wondered if I would like to have dinner with her. I was glad not to have to spend another evening on my own and followed her in my rent-a-wreck to a nearby diner. As we ate, she told me how she had been in the same sort of films but now preferred, as she put it, to fuck with the girls from behind a desk.
During the meal, I could feel her playing footsie with me and I just loved it. Maybe I was a bit lonely and starved of affection but there was something genuine and touching in her attraction to me – and mine to her. If I was becoming a slut I didn’t care!
After paying the bill – her treat although I offered to go Dutch – we went back to her place, a bungalow in the hills overlooking the Pacific Coast Highway. I had barely got out of my auto when she was on me, kissing me so deeply and holding me so tight that I was lost for breath. We fell through her front door together and staggered down the hallway, dropping clothes on the way. In fact, it was just like a scene from a porno film. We wound up naked on her bed, a black-haired Irish colleen and a flame headed Yankee MILF all tangled up. The air con cooled our sweaty flesh as our tongues embraced, our breasts pressed nipple to nipple and our pubic mounds ground together. Her thigh was soon hard between my legs and forcing up against my slit, abrading my clit and bringing another flush of passion to my normally milky skin.
Of course, I stayed the night. My lover was kind, supportive and encouraging. An older woman, just the sort I found I liked. A genuine redhead with smooth freckled skin kept carefully out of the fierce Southland sun; a generous mouth with a very expressive tongue that could explore the most intimate of places; loving fingers; pendulous breasts that swung so sexily side to side in bed when she was on top; a trimmed mound of Venus and lower lips that got wet at my touch.
After some more weeks doing randy shoots at the studio with assorted lesbian lovelies, I had to return home to Eire to trade up from a tourist visa to a working one and to say goodbye to my friends and my employers. Now back in LA, I rent my own apartment, own my own automobile and feel quite established. And do I still have a real lover of my own? Yup, I sure do. No surprises that she remains that fierce dragon lady who encouraged my early attempts in the blue movie business from when I first turned up at the studio.
Heaven – and she’s all mine!
I WATCHED HER WASH A CUCUMBER
Samantha, Vancouver
I never would have believed it was possible if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes – and then experienced it for myself.
When I stepped out of the end stall in the washroom at work, Mina from Accounting was cradling a field cucumber in both hands, holding it under the faucet. The building had installed those fussy automatic sinks that never turned on when you wanted. While she tried to get the water running over her cucumber, the liquid soap dispenser spewed all over the wrist of her suit jacket. She swore under her breath, shaking it off.
“You’re making a salad for lunch?” I asked.
The moment that question was out of my mouth, I realized how strange it was that she was washing produce in the bathroom. There was a sink in the kitchen, after all.
“Hmm?” Mina got the water running, and rubbed the cucumber between her hands.
I stepped up to the sink next to hers, watching and wondering why she’d opted for such an unwieldy cucumber. When she caught me staring, she scowled.
Flustered, I stammered, “I haven’t had one of those guys since I was a kid. The skins are tough, don’t you find? I only buy the English ones now.”
“Ahh.” Mina held the field cucumber in one hand while she rubbed off the sharp little nodules with her fingers. She didn’t even look up at me.
“So, I’ll see you in the lunchroom?” I said, hoping to spark some reaction.
I waited for a response, but when none was forthcoming I pushed the door open with my elbow and left.
Mina never showed up in the lunchroom that day.
She wasn’t a weird girl, but she was quiet and nobody at the office knew much about her. I’d always found her pretty, in a conservative buttoned-down way, but beyond her looks I didn’t think about Mina at all.
Not until that day I watched her wash a cucumber.
What could she have done with it? It couldn’t be what I’d convinced myself it was. Images kept flashing through my mind of Mina taking that giant cucumber into a bathroom stall, hiking up her skirt, throwing down her panties and fucking herself silly. Is that really what she’d done?
You know what they say: the most obvious answer is usually the right one.
About a week later, I stepped out of the washroom stall to once again find Mina at the sink. Just like before, she had a field cucumber between her palms and she was rubbing it under running water.
I watched her washing it, mesmerized by the motion of her golden brown skin against the cucumber’s deep green flesh. Her rings glided up and down her wet fingers as she rubbed the thick, long vegetable. My knees went so weak I had to lean my hip against the sink to keep from keeling over.
“Will I see you in the lunchroom?” I asked. My voice was a whisper. I could barely hear myself, so I wasn’t surprised when Mina didn’t answer.
When I left the bathroom, she was all I could think about.
The third time this happened, I was bold enough to ask, “What’s with the cucumber?”
She looked up at me, looked straight into my eyes, and said, “I’m going to the roof.”
“The roof?” I wondered if that was any kind of answer to my question. “Isn’t it locked? I didn’t know we could get up there.”
“The lock’s broken. I’m going up.” She tugged a few paper towels from the dispenser and dried off her cucumber.
I couldn’t stop staring at the thing. I couldn’t figure out what was going on, if she was inviting me up, if she was actually going to eat that thing or if she would do what I kept picturing.
“Can I come too?” I asked.
Mina shrugged, and that was good enough. My lunch was in the fridge, but I could forego a meal if it meant discovering the fate of that big cucumber.
Following Mina up six flights of stairs, I watched as she pushed the roof door open with her hip and stepped out into the gleaming sunlight. Shading my eyes, I walked out after her.
To my surprise, there was a garden on the roof with a few small trees and hardy rushes. I wa
lked past them, away from the door, and meandered along a path to the soft little flowers that grew close to the ground. I couldn’t resist bending to stroke the downy petals.
“Pretty, aren’t they?” Mina was smiling when I looked up at her. She eased her long body down into the patch, cucumber in hand.
Though I had my suspicions, I asked, “What do you do up here?”
She never stopped smiling. In fact, she beamed so intensely I started to back away a bit. It wasn’t until she raised the cucumber to her lips and kissed the end of it, grinning like the devil, that I halted. What could I do? I just stared at her, my jaw slack.
Mina raised her eyebrow – only one, not the other – and I knew it was an invitation. Maybe it was the heat of the sun or the altitude, or even just the softness of the flowers under my bare knees, but I wanted her. I wanted everything she wanted, and maybe even more.
Leaning back on one elbow, Mina opened her legs, drawing her business-length skirt up past her hips. I gasped when I saw that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her pubic hair was black but very trim, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the glimmer of juice coating her pussy lips. I watched in amazement as they opened to reveal the perfect pink glistening inside her labia.
Right away, there was a thick pulse between my legs. It beat so forcefully I would have touched myself if Mina hadn’t been there staring at me.
I didn’t think I could speak, but the words tumbled out of my mouth hot as lava: “Put it in.”
Mina tilted her head, smirking. Then she extended the cucumber in my direction and, like a vixen, said, “You do it.”
I grabbed the thing from her. There was a part of me that wanted to ram it up her snatch just to see how she’d react, but I knew she’d put her trust in me. I knew she had faith. So I was gentle. I took it slow.
I’ll never forget the way Mina’s pussy lips glistened as I traced the domed end of that cucumber around them in sweeping circles. Every time I got to the top, I nudged her clit a few times and she opened her legs even wider, bucking her hips off the ground. Tossing her head back, she hummed her approval like a song, and the sound of her voice like that, full of longing and desire, turned me on more than I ever could have imagined.
My palm was sweating so much it was hard to keep a firm hold on the cucumber. God, it was just so massive I didn’t know if it would really fit inside of her. I had to pull the big vegetable away just to get one more look at that tight little hole. Her slit was deep pink bordering on red, and that wet flesh seemed to be grasping for the pleasure I’d taken away.
“Put it in. Put it in!” Mina’s voice was thin, and it cracked when she begged. The sound made my pussy clench, just like hers was doing as I watched, and I ached to spread those engorged lips. I wanted to use my fingers, or even my fist. I wanted to drill inside of her with my body.
“Put it in,” she repeated again and again, like a mantra. Her eyes were closed now, head tossed back, lips slightly parted. Her long, black hair swept the groundcover, shimmering in the brilliant sunshine. “Please.”
I couldn’t resist any longer. Pressing the tip of the cucumber flush to her slit, I pushed with enough force to make her yelp.
“Sorry!” I cried. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry!”
She raised her hips and her head simultaneously, glaring at me for a good beat before offering an impish smile.
“Keep going,” she said, and I did, twisting the cucumber. Every time I turned the thing one way or the other, Mina writhed along with it. Her breasts rose up in the air and, God, they were gorgeous – so full and round. I could smell the tang of her cunt overlaying the aroma of garden flowers as I forced the cucumber inside of her, watching her pussy open to a big O.
How could something so tight accommodate something so big? It seemed impossible. I’d never been penetrated by anything so huge, and I didn’t want to be. Big cocks scared the hell out of me, and this cucumber had a greater girth than any flesh-and-blood man in existence.
Even so, I felt strangely empowered holding that thing in my hand, jamming it into Mina’s beautiful cunt.
Not roughly, mind. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Mina had opened herself up to me in the most intimate way imaginable. She’d stretched my boundaries, and all I wanted to do was fill her with pleasure. For me, I knew that would involve more than just ramming a big cucumber in my pussy. For me, it would take some clit stimulation.
I wondered if Mina was anything like me. I wondered if she’d like what I liked, but I didn’t wonder for long.
Leaning forwards, I breathed in the musk of Mina’s cunt. Now that my fingernails had pierced the cucumber’s flesh, I could smell its freshness so much that I was salivating wildly as I plunged my face against her crotch.
With her pussy lips spread so wide, all I could do was plant myself above her clit and lick that tender bud. The cucumber was filling her now – I could tell by the resistance her cunt muscles exerted as I pressed forwards – so I used the lust she’d inspired to lick her like crazy. I don’t think my tongue had ever flicked so fast. Mina went wild, hollering as she dug her hands into the groundcover, sending up earthy scents of soil and grass.
She looked like a totally different person this way. Around the office, Mina was so buttoned up, so put together. Now she was a wild woman, crying out for more, always more. “More, yes my lovely, more!”
I gave her what I could, licking her little clit like crazy, hoping that was enough. It was, judging by her screams, which seemed caught somewhere between exultation and torment.
And then her hand was in my hair, her fingers twisting it into a rope, pulling, yanking, hurting me. I didn’t care. Her insistence only made me work harder, and the better I did, the more I gave, the more her pussy clenched on the cucumber, making it jerk in my hand.
Bucking her hips, she fucked the massive vegetable, grinding her clit against my tongue, getting off on both at once. She wasn’t saying words anymore, only screaming, crying, yelling out nonsense syllables while she thrust her hips up at the cucumber and at my mouth.
Her excitement made my heart race, and I licked her as fast as my tongue would let me. My jaw ached, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t quit until she told me to.
And that came soon enough. Mina bucked high up off the ground, teeth clenched, squealing through them, fists balled in my hair. I tried to move the cucumber in her cunt, but she was just too tight now, and no matter how much I licked her clit, she didn’t loosen up.
“No!” she cried, which was the opposite of what I was used to hearing in bed. “No more! Too much, no more.”
I looked up at her, and her eyes were wide as dinner plates, like her orgasm had put her in shock.
“Careful,” she warned me as I pulled the cucumber from her pussy. She smelled so good, like salad and musk. I wanted to eat her in every way possible.
Mina held that pose, leaning back in the bed of flowers as I held her cucumber. She watched me like I’d watched her when she was washing it – with an expression of sheer intrigue.
And then she said, “Lick it, my lovely.”
God, the way she looked at me when she said those words . . . how could I refuse? I’d somehow managed to ignore my own arousal while I got Mina off, but now that she was spent and sore I wanted my turn. If I licked her cucumber, would she lick my pussy? I certainly hoped so.
I hadn’t got the full taste of my beautiful co-worker’s cunt just by flicking her clit with my tongue. When I took a long, languorous lick of the vegetable, the taste of Mina hit me full on. It had a sweetness to it, as well as the brightness from the cucumber’s spritz, but it was the dense musky aroma of pussy that really stuck in my throat. I turned the thick vegetable in my hand, lapping up every trace of pussy juice.
By the time I’d finished, the cucumber shone with saliva and my throat was thick with the taste of Mina.
“Your turn,” she said with a sly grin.
I smiled too. “You want to eat my pussy?”
/> “No.” She gave me a curious look and then glanced at her beloved cucumber. “I want to fuck it with that thing.”
My stomach knotted as I looked between Mina and the giant cucumber. “What? No way.”
She nodded slowly and then snatched the cucumber away from me. “Yes!”
“No,” I said, though I’m sure she could tell I was fidgeting to hike my short skirt up and over my hips.
“On your knees,” she instructed, like her word was final. “I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
I just sat there staring at her for what felt like forever. My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my cunt. Finally, I couldn’t think of any reason to resist her . . . or the cucumber. Afraid as I was, I wanted them both.
Pulling my sopping undies down to my knees, I bent over so my ass was in the air and my forehead touched the soft groundcover. I could feel my whole body cringing as I waited for Mina to make her move.
She pushed up my skirt to get it out of the way, and then rubbed my ass cheeks with her palm. When I thought about her staring at my asshole, I felt so humiliated that my brain started to buzz. This was all so . . . weird!
And then suddenly – smack! – she slapped my slick pussy lips with that big green monster. I rolled my head enough that I could watch from underneath while she smacked me again. Boy, it made me shiver when the cucumber drew a gossamer strand of nectar from my snatch. In the bright sunlight, my pussy juice actually shimmered.
“Fuck me,” I groaned, though the idea of that huge vegetable filling my pussy still made my stomach clench. “But go slow. Don’t hurt me.”
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