[F] X And Her Banana | 2016

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She came to be eaten. She came to be used. She was a juice filled vessel, ripe with lust and filled to the brim.

She was told she wouldn't have a name that evening, just a letter to be labelled as. X. X had been a compulsive masturbator ever since she worked out those hot fuzzy feelings of grinding her panties against the pillow, staining it with her mysterious sweet liquid. X told me she felt shame when it happened. A guilty but euphoric shame, one which drove her head at night to thoughts of what she could do with this new found feeling. Days when she would sit in the back of the car on the way to school, discretely and salaciously rubbing herself against the science book she'd doodled notes in, letting the radio and her parent's conversations engulf the silence of the journey, leaving her in a quagmire of perverse thoughts.

X stuffed herself with the phallic fruit her family used to stock on the marble kitchen table, the bulging bowl brimming with potential fillings. Warm nights spent once the lights had been turned out, fumbling beside her bed for the banana. A universe isolated in-between her soft hands and the yellow fruit, a magnetic string between the two, guided to one another. Rubbing against the outside of her tiny, innocent clit, the breath from her mouth rolling of her tongue, nerves shooting with excitement. The white cotton panties clung against her ass, the clean strip nestling her pussy becoming stained with her rapture. She loved the warm pulse of pleasure shooting through her stomach, up through her chest, and into her head, mixing like hot butter with the thoughts of her holes taking, stretching, and left filled and complete. Peeling her soaked panties to the side she felt how fast her heart was racing, the light bedsheet gently hugging her frame. Her left hand holding the side of the tiny white material, her right hand holding the thick object, she gently and carefully found her wet opening, heated and throbbing with anticipation. She lay there, wanting it. Wanting more and more. She'd had thoughts all day of having her pussy filled, left stuffed and complete with it plugged in. The banana made contact, sliding in perfectly, the smooth yellow skin coated in her cum; as she squeezed it in the excess juice dripped down to her virgin asshole.

X was in heaven. Her hands delicately pumped away, feeling the cold long entity push further and further inside her. To the brim. The waves of happiness erupting inside, exploding delight rippling across her teenage body.

X's curiosity always got the better of her. Taking the soaked and coated yellow phallice, she opened her lips, and made a O shape with her mouth, ready to receive it's full length. X filled her mouth, dreaming back to taking one of the older boy's cocks down her throat, wondering about the taste, heat and texture of it. The taste of her own fluid led her to fantasise about having the other girl's in her class finger feed their own flavours into her mouth as she lay there between receiving the boys. She felt herself choke as the banana slid deep into her throat, letting her spit soaked mouth drool some liquid out of the side of her mouth, spilling down her cheek and onto the bed. X liked to choke.

She wanted something more perverse. Taking the spit drenched banana, she fumbled to peel the end of it, exposing the raw, velvety flesh. The ripe sweet smell blended with her own and molester her olfactory senses. Dipping the open and waiting end into herself, X told me she always used to feel filthy rubbing food over her pussy, the combining mess arousing her, making her feel like some sort of animal. Unchained and left to rut with whatever she could find to get herself off. The pulp of the banana absorbed and drenched in X's fluids, each tiny follicle a container, soaking her up scent and taste.

Again, her hand led the tip up to her mouth to slowly take and taste. Her warm wet tongue enjoying the viscous liquid, before biting down and taking the tip deep into her mouth, before finally swallowing. She felt perverse and degraded, swallowing this fruit she'd used to fuck herself with, especially coated in her own juices. She thought about it as she went to sleep, having her own tummy full of her sexual liquids.

This is something that stuck with X. She told me how she loved to milk both men and women for cum, ensuring not a drop was wasted and that she would be the proud receptacle of this fuck fluid.

However, X came to me this evening for a different reason. I told her to arrive at the doorstep to the brick house, reading the instructions I'd left out on the table before ringing the doorbell. The instructions simple read:

"X, Put on this hood. Ring the doorbell. Tonight, you are the feast."