A naughty lesbian sex story...
"Of Food and Fuckery," erotica by V.C.
I’m not your average girl. I know, this is what practically every woman says nowadays as a way to stand out amongst the “girls next door,” but hell, I really mean it when I say it. I am what is called an intersexual. My clit looks more like a penis. It can move when horny. I can wag it up and down even when I’m hardly even awake, and most of all, it can stay hard. Really hard. And it can grow up to four inches and penetrate even the tightest of pussies. Physically, you can put me into the “butch” category. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had muscles; not cute, girly muscles, but rather, intimidating, bulky muscles that looked all the more strong and powerful as I get older. I was often called “superman” as a kid, and still to this day people question whether or not I am a guy or just a really masculine-looking female. It doesn’t affect me at all. Call me what you like, but I am woman, and yet, I have no qualms over my masculinity: my pride, my stubbornness, my cockiness, and naturally, my penis-like clitoris. I embrace every part of me, even the part that, admittedly, is still trying to find myself.
Most people tend to find happiness through meditating and soul searching, finding a lover, or hell, in a bottle of booze or a one-night stand, maybe both, if they are lucky. For me, I find it in food and pretty women. Not in the context of a fancy romantic dinner date, but food on women. Women playing with food, intoxicated with the look, taste, touch, and feel of raw, mashed, or chewed up food smeared all over their bodies from head to toe. Hot, sticky, and dirty represented every carnal emotion that burned inside of me when I’d see a woman with cucumbers up her cunt, apples in her asshole, chocolate syrup covering every inch of her skin, and whipped cream slicked through her hair. But never in person; this would only happen in porn and in my fantasies.
Then along came Nikita. I met her in Whole Foods, of all places. The first thing I ever notice about a girl is her body (I can’t help it!), but damn, what a body. It reminded me of Janet Jackson’s figure from back in her Velvet Rope days, rock hard abs, toned arm muscles, large breasts, a cute round bottom, and an overall petite frame.
She wore a cute little black top that exposed the curve of her breasts, sliding just right under them, while her toned stomach was bare for all to see, and skin tight black jeans. One would think that she was a dancer; she was so athletic and wasn’t afraid to show it, not in a slutty manner, but in such a way that was hip, cool, and confident. Her hair was in long, thick black dreadlocks, flowing gorgeously down to the small of her back, styled in loose curls. Sexy earth mother diva. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate, my favorite treat. Her face as innocent as pie and Lord knows how much I love pie.
She saw me look at her, and shot me with a smile, lips colored like black cherry. Those eyes of hers were flirting with me, but those hands, those lovely slender brown hands of hers, were fondling the oranges in such a way that made this horny clit of mine squirm in my pants, fully engorged. She fondled them as if she were feeling up a pair of breasts.
She immediately made those organic oranges inorganic as she held one round, giant one in the palm of her hand, and then casually, and very quickly, rolled it along the curve of her breasts, playing it off as if she had accidentally dropped it.
As she went down to pick it up, she nonchalantly pushed the orange up against the crotch of her jeans, quickly rolling it up and down between her legs, looking around to make sure nobody was staring, and then, in a quick second, rolled it again along her breasts again, her mouth agape, suggesting that she was turned on.
I had an even hornier reaction in my loins at just how skilled she was at hiding her fetish for fruits. She had obviously done this many times before in public, such a naughty exhibitionist. She put the orange in her grocery cart, and then moved to the asparagus. I could hardly contain myself as she wrapped her hands around the stalks, stroking them up and down as if she were masturbating a monster cock. Attentively, in control of every sultry, tantalizing movement. I was getting so wet. Without a doubt in my mind, she was a freak and she was to be mine.
I shuddered, still, at even the way she continued on with her grocery shopping, not only contemplating on what food she will need for the week, but which item would be her newest temporary sex toy or aphrodisiac. I did stalk her for quite awhile without being too obvious. I knew how to play the game too, acting as if it was a coincidence that I would be in the same food aisle as she and in the same queue as she, fondling bananas and seductively touching melons. I wanted to speak to her, but my dirty thoughts impeded my way of thinking. Hell, even accidentally bumping my grocery cart into hers would have been something, a way of getting her attention.
Before I knew it, I was following her at the parking lot, in slight fear and worry that I would miss my chance. Then, along came a miracle. Her bag tore open from the bottom; her groceries fell out like candy in a piñata. Distressed was she, and me, the good Samaritan with naughty intentions, ran up to her, helping her out with the mess that was made.
“Shit!” she cursed, her knees against the hot pavement as she hurriedly gathered the limes that were rolling away underneath a car. “I hate when this happens.”
“Don’t we all?” I chuckled, helping her pick up her various amounts of groceries. A hand of ginger, five bananas, a pack of Oreos, gallon of milk, bag of grapes, a carton of strawberries, and a bottle of honey. As I helped to pick them up, I slyly looked between her legs as she squatted down to collect more of her groceries. Was it a wet patch I saw against the crotch of her jeans? Fuck. Dirty girl.
“Thank you so much for helping me out,” she smiled, looking deeply into my eyes.
What gorgeous eyes she had. Hazel. Reminded me of almonds. It was the first time I recognized that she had a kind of charm and uncorrupt naivety about her. Pure beauty. And what thick, luscious lips, the kind that is perfect for sucking. When she looked at me, I wondered if she had certain erotic thoughts about me too, first impressions always matter the most, what they would be, the hell I would know, but I hoped they were good.
“No problem,” I grinned.
“What is your name?”
“Gwen.”
“My name is Nikita.”
“That is quite an unusual name. Sexy and mysterious.”
“Why thank you. I usually get weird and strange, never mysterious and sexy.”
“Well, if you don’t mind me saying, your name is very fitting because you seem very sexy and mysterious yourself.”
She blushed. She even giggled. I had her.
“You are cute, very cute,” she replied, standing up and holding the rest of her groceries in her arms. “I really mean it when I say that.”
“Ha, cute. That’s not a word that I hear often when it comes to myself.”
“What do people call you then?”
“Intimidating. Manish. Butch. Story of my life.”
“There is nothing wrong with that,” she smiled, showing off those pearly white teeth. “I know people are intimidated by that kind of thing, but I find it very attractive.”
For the first time in a long time, a woman made me blush. Fuck, how hot and bothered I became when I saw her tummy glistening with sweat, accentuating her subtle abs. I was soaking wet, imagining what she would be doing at home with the orange she was fondling, or with the asparagus that she was wanking off. Lucky fruit and veggie.
“We should take these back to your car, before we drop them again.”
“I don’t have a car. I walk.”
What luck!
“Where do you live? I can drive you back to your place, if you like.”
“Sure. I’m only a couple of miles from here. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” I winked. “It is no wonder that you have a wonderfully toned body, with all the walking that you do.”
I hope I was not being too blunt and direct, but thankfully, every word that came out of my mouth seemed to either make her chuckle or smile with glee, flirting with me through the eyes. I was very close and tempted to push her against the car, spread her legs, and grind my crotch into her, forcefully cramming my clit bulge against her. Now that would be a little too blunt and direct. I didn’t dare. She was too much of a lady, even with her flirtatious charm and uninhibited display of sexy affection.
“I really like you,” she chuckled.
“You are mighty fine yourself, Nikita.”
“Hey, as a thank you for helping me out, how about I treat you to lunch? I’m a pretty good cook.”
I was sure that it wasn’t the only thing she was good at.
“How can I turn that offer down? I’d really like that.”
I led her to my car, and off we went to her apartment. It was a fifteen minute drive; in those fifteen minutes alone on our way there, we had fallen into the topic about cooking, and, of course, food. Although how we spoke about it was just uninteresting small talk, suggesting what we loved to cook and what types of food we liked, but there was also a hint of eroticism there, spoken in such a way that is hard to describe. The conversation in a way gave away our fetishes, not bluntly, still secretively, but enough to fill my head with even dirtier thoughts than before. How I would love to just stop the car, flip her to the back seat, and eat her out vigorously as if her pussy juices were honey. Or slide my hands between her legs, caress that juicy little wet patch of hers, tease her clit through her pants, invite my fingers inside of her little cunt, succulent like a ripe plum. I wish. Oh how much I wished. Even one little kiss would make me explode.
Once we got to her apartment, I helped her to carry in all her groceries. The way she put her hands on my arms in a friendly embrace was nice. Very nice. She was practically groping my arm muscles. The sexy minx. Just like she did with her fruits, she played the act of innocent woman so well, pretending to be so friendly, when she was really being a total flirt and clever little exhibitionist. Once inside, I put her groceries on the table. Then I took off my coat and helped her with putting them away.
Her kitchen space was cramped, but how wonderful it was: her behind gliding along mine, her arms brushing along my waist, us bumping into each other and laughing, dropping one thing or two, picking it up, quickly having a gander at each other’s asses, looking up at each other’s chest. Our chemistry was so natural and fun and sort of horny without being too upfront about it: it was the very thing I have been waiting and hoping to find for weeks, for months, for years. At long last fate had blessed me with a woman like Nikita. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. It was beautifully surreal.
“Thank you again for helping me with my things,” she said. “I hope this lunch will showcase my utmost gratitude for your kindness.”
“Oh it is nothing…really.”
“Is there anything more I can do?”
Yes! Yes! Yes!
“Feed me. The way to my heart is through my stomach,” I chuckled.
She touched my face. Passion and lust was encased in those almond hazel eyes of hers. My body shook and shivered as she devoured me with a kiss. Her lips, juicier than I imagined and filled with so much warmth, overflowed with so much exciting sex! Her full breasts pushed against mine and I smacked my big hands to her ass. I sucked those big lips of hers into my mouth, moaning “mmm mmm” as if I were munching on candy. At least to me, they were the sweetest of sweets.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her hands caressing along my arms and the center of my abs. “You are so fucking muscular and built. I love that in a woman.”
She pushed me roughly against the refrigerator, kissing me madly, purring like a cat in heat, running her fingers through my short black hair, not wanting to let it go.
“You are so fucking hot,” I cried. “I want to have hot and dirty food sex with you!”
I couldn’t believe that had just come out of my mouth. I want to have hot and dirty food sex with you. I thought she would stop holding me, touching me, and kissing me, and kick me out on the spot for me taking things way too far, too fast, and being too perverted for two people who have only met no more than half an hour ago. You blew it Gwen, you fucking blew it. I breathed heavily, panting from our kiss, my body shaking, mostly from nervousness in how she was going to respond to what I said. All she did was smile sweetly, as if unaffected by what I just blurted out, her black cherry lipstick still on her lips, some of it smeared all over my mouth. I could taste it. So delicious and divine.
“Take a seat in the living room,” she smirked. “I will be there in a minute to serve you some snacks, okay?”
“Sure…”
Her kiss still burned on my lips like a cigarette bud to the flesh. I sat on the couch quietly, still taken aback from everything: us meeting at the store, us being here, making out in her kitchen, and now, me declaring that I want to have food sex with her. I almost wanted to burst out laughing, thinking to myself what I got myself into. My heart was beating so loudly and so fast; I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, smelling her perfume on my clothes.
“You like milk and cookies?” I heard her say from the kitchen.
“Yes, an all time classic.”
She walked in carrying two champagne glasses filled with milk. I never drank milk out of a champagne glass before, never even thought of it. Fancy.
“Thank you,” I smiled, looking down for only a quick second.
I noticed immediately that she had Oreos wedged between her toes, four on each foot. My jaw dropped. With each step she made, a piece of the Oreo cookie would crumble, creating a mess on the floor.
I looked up at her sweet lovely face, in awe as she glared at me like an evil little mistress, saying, “Well, aren’t you going to clean it up?” She stomped her feet on the floor, causing more crumbs to scatter on the carpet. I jumped down to my knees, licking the crumbs off the floor until it was entirely clean again, then I fell in front of those delicious feet; they were so fresh and smooth. I kissed them from the ankle to the tip of her big toe, taking a bite from the Oreo. She giggled as I tickled her foot with my tongue; she lifted her leg up, raising her foot above my head. Like a greedy little fucker, I grabbed her by the ankle and sucked on her toes while eating the Oreos from her feet at the same time. I felt like I was in some kind of wet dream, but the way my clit was raging in my panties was living proof that this was all real and happening right now. Her moans were so loud and powerful, creating a kind of echo throughout the room; the louder she cried, the more passionately I sucked and munched on those pretty little feet, covering it with my saliva and left over cookie crumbs.
“Oh god, this feels so good!” she cooed.
I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto the couch; she lay back, presenting her other foot that still had four cookies on it. I was hungry. I smashed my face into her crotch, the smell, strong and musky. She groaned with even more pleasure as I teased her by rubbing my lips against the wet patch between her legs and licking it slowly while caressing her foot, tickling it so I could make her laugh. She laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. From the moment I began to unzip her pants, all she could do was ooh and ahh. I pulled them down, exposing her hot pink panties, sheer, so lovely against that brown skin. A clit so tiny, a tuff of pubic hair on her cooch, so adorable, a pussy that I could tell was very tight, so hot and sexy. My tongue slid between her toes before I munched on the cookies; her body was shaking as I pushed a finger against her pussy hole, the fabric of her panties sliding in with it. Damn, she was so wet. My mouth swallowed her entire foot, sucking, eating, licking it clean. I ate her foot as I would eat her pussy: slow, rough, hard, and deep. I wanted to make her scream my name.
“Oh yes!” she shouted as I forced another finger into her pussy, swirling it around and around. My other hand reached up to her top, pulling it down, but not off, exposing those round brown breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, her areolas dark brown. I bounced her left breasts into the palm of my hand, squeezing it, pinching her nipple between my middle and index finger, making them pop. She grabbed her right breast and jiggled it around, lifting up high up against her chin and suckling her own nip.
I took her foot out of my mouth, licking it clean, tasting the flavor of Oreos and feet in my mouth. I went down to my knees in front of her, pulling her pants completely down. She grabbed and pulled at my hair as I slid her panties down to her ankles. I kissed her little clit, smothering my lips into her juicy little cunt. I sucked on her slippery pussy lips, wrinkled like raisins, and then slid my tongue inside of that tiny pink hole, penetrating it as deep as I could. Ooh, she was tight, not virgin-tight, but tight enough. Both my hands grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing them firmly as I ate her out vigorously like a monster, making her come into my mouth. She came so quick and fast; my mouth now tasted of cum, oreos, and feet: a wonderful combination. She arched her back and gyrated her hips into me; she liked it rough, squeezing her thighs against my head, pushing my head into her deeper until I was suffocated by her pubes and the odor of her pussy.
“I’m thirsty…” I grumbled with her clit between my teeth.
“I can see that,” she yelped.
“No, I’m really thirsty,” I stared up at her. “I want some milk.”
I grabbed one of the glasses of milk.
“You are quite the lady, to be drinking milk out of champagne glasses, but I prefer to drink it out of something else…”
“Yeah?”
I told her to raise her ass up in the air a little. She obeyed. She held herself up with her hands pressed against the small of her back, showing off that lovely big ass.
“Open those pussy lips.”
She obeyed.
That’s it, open it wide honey. The hole was a bit wider and rounder than before; it was craving for more. I slowly and carefully poured the milk into her pussy. Watching that porcelain white liquid wash over her clit, trickling between her ass crack, filling up that pink hole to the brim: so fucking erotic. I dipped my tongue into that milk filled hole; she lowered her body slowly and steadily so not a drop of milk was spilled. I opened my mouth wide and began to drink. Mmm, that milk flowed smooth and quickly into my thirsty mouth, every single drop tasting of pussy. It was the most delicious milk I have ever tasted. I gulped it all up, thrusting my tongue into her just so I could collect more that was still inside. I trailed my tongue along her thighs and between her ass crack where drops of milk still remained. It tasted so fucking good. Too good. I got the other glass of milk and poured it into her pussy again; it tasted even better the second time around. I was greedier and hungrier. My tongue and mouth wasn’t afraid to show it.
I was almost disappointed when I had swallowed every drop of milk from her body. Was that the end?
“Are you still hungry?” she panted.
“Yes, you have no idea…”
“Want something to clean your pallet?”
“Fruit would be nice.”
“You got it.”
“Let me get it, you stay here.”
In a hurry, I ran to her kitchen and grabbed some grapes and strawberries from the fridge, the bottle of honey, and the bananas, two of them, and the hand of ginger. I knew exactly what I was going to do with them, and how I was going to use them.
When I returned, she was standing on the coffee table, posed like a stripper or porn star. My clit was so stiff and hard; she definitely noticed it, curious of what she was seeing, but not the least bit turned off, the wonderment was the very thing that turned her on. I put the items on the floor, smacked her booty, and commanded her to bend over. I spread her ass cheeks and licked it vigorously, tasting that nasty little dark hole.
I pushed three fingers into her pussy, so hard and deep, spreading them so to make her hole just a little bit bigger, pulling out, lubing her asshole with my saliva and her juices. I gagged her mouth with two humongous strawberries. I could hear her groan as I pushed a strawberry up into her ass; it drove me wild to see her ass swallow it whole, accepting another. I grabbed a bunch of grapes, ten firm and juicy ones, stuffed her pussy with it, opened my mouth wide, oh how they slipped so quickly from her hole, how tasty they were, marinated in pussy juice. I crammed in some more, fingered her, feeling those grapes squish in her cunt. I ate her out, and she tasted of grape juice. The grapes fell from her pussy and into my mouth again, it tasted so good and so sweet.
I went behind her ass, spread her cheeks wide, waiting to taste some strawberries. She pushed them out slowly, and I was surprised at how they popped out just like that into my mouth. Then came along the last strawberry, and it tasted even better.
“Yummy,” I groaned, eating out her ass for only a moment and then standing in front of her, face to face. I held her face in my hands, seeing those big lips of hers tremble, strawberry juice trickling down to her chin. I kissed her mouth; we shared the taste of the fruit in each other’s mouths, lapping up the nectar, eating the red flesh. She tasted her own juices from my lips, then slapped her hand to my jeans directly on my clit.
“Oh my…” she whispered in my ear. “Is that…?”
“At least something like it…”
She pulled my pants down. I slid my hand into my panties, grabbed onto my clit, pulled back the foreskin, letting the head of it poke through the fabric; she stared at it in awe.
“Wow…”
I pulled my panties down completely, exposing my clit in all its glory.
“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” she stared, bending down to her knees so she could take a closer look at it. “Looks like a penis…”
Without even bothering to ask, she wrapped her mouth around it, suckling it like a dick. My whole body quaked; she had a way with that tongue, so fast and quick running in different directions, up and down, circling around, side to side, and above. It made me drool. Her eyes looked up at me as she sucked it some more, sticking out her tongue and wagging it against the head and the shaft. I was so close to an orgasm, but I still wanted to give her something more. I wanted to fuck her. I grabbed onto her sexy dreads, pulled them nice and slow, making her lay on her back against the table.
“That was incredible, what a big clit you have!”
I smirked, grabbing the ginger, peeling it quickly, and stuffed it in her ass.
“Oh my god!” she cried. “I’ve always wanted to try figging with a partner…”
“Me too…”
I shoved it in deeper, watching her wince as the juices from the ginger made her hole burn and tingle. I could tell that she loved the feeling. I then grabbed one banana, tore off the stem, and inserted one end into my pussy. I looked like I had an eight-inch dick. Quickly, I inserted the other end into her wide-open pussy. The banana was both a strap on and a double-ended dildo. She groaned so loud and deep as I fucked her harder than any man ever could.
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I grabbed the bottle of honey, and squirted it all over her face, her boobs, her stomach, and her lips. She looked so sticky and messy; her hands dispersed the honey all over her body. She smoothed it on her face as if it were a facial. I began fucking her harder, and she screamed higher and higher, especially when I took out the ginger from her ass and stuffed in the last banana, all the way up to the stem, all eight inches of it. She was practically crying with pleasure; I screamed in ecstasy, not wanting to stop, riding her harder and harder, faster, bananas stretching out each hole.
I couldn’t wait to lick off all that honey from her body as the final reward and treat, in the name of food and fuckery. I found her g-spot with the banana; I could practically feel her pussy muscles clench around the peel. She made me come as I saw her lick the honey from her breasts, watching her suck her honey-covered nipples into her mouth. I came so much that it drizzled down the banana, looking like coconut milk, adding flavor to the fruit.
I pulled out of her, making her lick my cum from the banana. I pulled the banana out from her ass, panting heavily, spent. She peeled the bananas, separated it in bite size pieces, placing it all over her body from her nipples down to her clit. The honey acted as the glue to keep it on there without falling off. I sat on her lap, my clit resting against her pussy. I pushed it in there, gyrating it deeply into her, making sweet love as I ate the bananas off her, licking off the honey, making her all the more sticky.
My clit inside of her drove her crazy, and me as well. I’m sure it wasn’t every day that she was fucked by one like mine. The wet sensation of her pussy wrapped around it was the most wonderful feeling, and yet the way her lips brushed against my shoulders, the bite of her teeth against my neck, was also just as thrilling and orgasmic. She made me feel loved and whole again. I was overwhelmed with satisfaction, pleasure, and bliss. I didn’t want it to end, but all good things have to, so I savored the moment in the same way as I engendered the taste of honey on her flesh and the flavor of fruit, cookies, and her juices lingering in my mouth.
“You are quite something,” she cooed, breathing huskily against my ear. “Seriously…”
“You are too kind, my sweet,” I smiled, kissing her sticky and syrupy lips.
“Are you still hungry?”
“I’m a big eater; it takes a lot to make me full.”
“Good, because there’s still lunch, maybe even dinner too.”
“And dessert?”
“Yes, dessert too. It is an all you can eat extravaganza.”
Originally published August 2010