I thought it was cute, this 55 year old guy, happily married with two kids (one my age) kept looking at me while I masturbated. I wondered if he thought about me when he fucked his wife. The thought of it, sent a pleasure hit straight to my zucchini fucked cunt and as I came hard the little green fellow slipped out of my hand as my juice squirted across the table and trickled to the floor. I have never been shy of my body.So walking arounI thought it was cute, this 55 year old guy, happily married with two kids (one my age) kept looking at me while I masturbated. I wondered if he thought about me when he fucked his wife. The thought of it, sent a pleasure hit straight to my zucchini fucked cunt and as I came hard the little green fellow slipped out of my hand as my juice squirted across the table and trickled to the floor.

I have never been shy of my body.

So walking around naked never fazes me and anyway it’s my house. It says so on the lease. I got the place last year just after my 24th birthday.

So last week… my boyfriend Martin had been away for 2 weeks and my pussy was yearning to be filled.

It only got worse when I went to pick up the groceries.

Cucumbers never looked so good, carrots were making me tingle and even little zucchini had some appeal.

I picked up a few of each and an ear of corn with the rest of the weekly shop and headed home.

By the time I got home my pussy was soaked. I stripped naked, left my clothes by the front door, and headed straight into the kitchen.

Mr Jamieson from next door always seemed to be at the window. His living room window met my side kitchen window. 

I would often open the blinds and wash up naked so he could see. Or let Martin fuck me on the table knowing her was watching.

I washed and dried the veggies and then grabbing a beer out of the fridge I walked back into the lounge. It’s small but has double French doors opening out on to our manicured garden.

My pussy was still aching. I missed Martin. But my pussy missed his big thick cock even more.

The way he takes me is never boring.

He always splits my lips open with his finger and makes sure my juices coat my outer lips – as often they get pulled in when he sinks his massive shaft into me.

He never gives me a moment to think just pounds the living fuck out of me.

I love it when he shoves my legs up behind my head spreading me wide exposing my holes.

My pussy takes him well. It’s used to him.

But my ass just can’t do it. He’s too big.

It’s a shame, as I love my ass being fucked good and hard.

I took another swig of the beer and opened my legs wide. I am well versed at fucking myself. I’ve done it since I was 16 and know every crevice of my body.

My fingers ran down my body until they met my love bud. I rubbed it making it hard in a few strokes. Juice started to seep out of me as two of my fingers disappeared inside.

I heard a noise outside and noticed a shadow of a person through the slats in the fence.

I was sure it was Mr Jamieson so I didn’t stop.

In fact it made me feel hotter. I took another swig and lowered the bottle down between my legs sliding the neck straight inside.  Slowly I fucked my hole with the glass bottle. The way I was seated half laying made the opening hit my g-spot every time it entered me.

The beer was splashing up inside my cunt with every thrust. My moans became part of me and my excitement and intensity rose.

I continued to fuck my hole with the beer bottle, my other had working my clit, until I closed my eyes and threw my head back in ecstasy and had a massive orgasm.

I heard more noise as I came back into reality. This time I could see Mr Jamieson’s head looking over the fence. I smiled.

He ducked his head quickly.

‘Don’t be shy!’ I called out. ‘I know you’re watching me masturbate! You’d better be careful with that loaded weapon in your hand.’

The shadows had given him away. I could see he was pulling hard and fast on his more than adequate sword.

‘Have you had enough?’ I laughed as I stood up. ‘Again he ducked his head.’

I walked into the kitchen and took out the fresh veggies I had bought earlier.

I laid myself down on the kitchen bench, my fun tools next to me. My fingers instantly headed back to my pussy as I spread my legs wide.

I picked up a zucchini and slid it right inside me. My other hand worked on my nipples as I slid the green hard veggie inside me. I looked to the side and saw Mr Jamieson looking through the window. Again he ducked down as soon as he saw me looking.

I thought it was cute, this 55 year old guy, happily married with two kids (one my age) kept looking at me while I masturbated. I wondered if he thought about me when he fucked his wife. The thought of it, sent a pleasure hit straight to my zucchini fucked cunt and as I came hard the little green fellow slipped out of my hand as my juice squirted across the table and trickled to the floor.

I wasn’t finished.

Not by a long shot.

I was so fucking horny.

Feeling very naughty I sat up and called out through the open window

‘I’m moving to the front room. You wont be able to see me unless you come over.  Yes I’m inviting you in to watch.’

I picked up the cucumber, carrot and corn and walked to the front room. Two minutes later Mr Jamieson walked into the room. He didn’t say anything he just stood in the doorway.

‘Well come on in. Sit there on the chair. You just watched me fucking my self with a zucchini. You can watch some more.’

I was feeling powerful I had this grown man under my control. A different feeling than I usually have when I’m getting fucked and I liked it.

‘Well go on. Sit.’

He sat. Again he did again not say anything.

‘Well pull your cock out and wank it. If I’m going to give you a show I want to see you enjoying it.’ I said.

Without hesitation he pulled out a massive 10-inch cock. It was so fucking hard and fat I wanted to sit right on it.

But Martin and I have agreed not to fuck others unless we both consent and Mr Mr Jamieson was just to close to home. Plus he was married and I am no home wrecker. If anything I see my self as helping their marriage. Spicing up his life. I’m sure his wife got some that night.

I knelt on the sofa spreading my legs wide so he had a perfect view. I took the cucumber, the longest and fattest I could find at the shops and shoved it into my greedy sweet fuck hole. My juices running down the sides coating it for what was to come.

I then took the carrot and sucked and licked on it until I had worked the cucumber all the way inside of me.

I so loved this.

The carrot was thin but long with lots of bumps and little crooks. Once it was well wet and I slid it into my ass as I slid up and down on the cucumber that was well placed between our two leather cushions. I worked the carrot in and out feeling slutty and pretty filled.

‘Oh oh! That’s soooooo!’

I heard Mr Jamieson about to cum so I stopped and looked around…

‘No, No, No! Not yet. I haven’t finished so you don’t dare cum. Not until I say you can.’

‘Yes.’ is all he said.

‘Now pull that cock in time with me fucking myself or I will never let you see me again. I know you watch me you old perve. You’re lucky because it gets me wet and ready for Martin’s big cock.’

He started pulling faster than before and half laid back in the chair.

I turned around and started to ride the cucumber again. Harder and faster then before. Before long the thought of&nb
sp;being the main attraction in a show was too much and I came screaming so loud that I’m sure Miss Wilkins down the street heard.

I couldn’t stop I came and came and came gushing out all over the sofa.

I was ravenous. I missed Martin’s cock now pounding me into submission, messing up my sweet hole for his pleasing. Although I like this game with Mr Jamieson I would never change it for Martin commanding me for his pleasure and taking and using me for his needs.

I rolled on my back grabbing the corn.

I didn’t bother to lube it my cunt hole – it was wet enough. And with a bit of working it slid right in.  The feeling of the little kernals rubbing on the inside of me drove me wild. I felt each one. My hole was now split to capacity I was full. I shoved it in as deep as I could and Mr Jamieson raised his head to see.

‘Do you like that Mr Jamieson? Does it look good; the yellow on my reddened cunt lips?’

‘Ohhh yes beautiful like you….’ he moaned.

‘I didn’t ask about me. Does the corn in my cunt look good?’

‘Yes. Yes it does.’ he yelled as he pulled his cock so hard I thought it might snap off.

‘Well do you want to cum with me?’

‘Please. Yes I would.’ he replied.

‘Well as I’m cumming – and fuck it’s not far away – you make sure you blow that load for me and blow it good. I don’t want you leaving here frustrated.’

‘Yes.  I will. I’m going…’

‘Not yet! When I cum for fucks sake!’ I barked.

I stood up and laid directly under him. I could see his massive tool, huge, half covered with his hand I wanted that so bad…

I shoved the corn back inside my pussy as I laid both my legs on either side of the chair he was sitting on.

‘Pull it!’ I said ‘Get that cock off for me!’

 â€˜Yes, yes, yes! I will for you.’  he replied.

I picked up the cucumber I had brought off the lounge and sucked on it like a cock feeding it into my mouth and pulling it back out as I shoved the corn fiercely inside me.

Again and again I bit the cucumber taking chunks out as my pussy muscles clenched the intruding mass of yellow pleasure invading my girl spot. I looked at me Jamieson.

‘Are you ready?’

‘Oh yes!’ he begged.

‘Well cum for me.’

My words were like a trigger on a marksman rifle.

He pulled hard once or twice more I’m not sure as the orgasm I was having made me lose all sense and reason. All I know is I was cumming hard and the only motion I now knew all was the sensations exploding out through my cunt into every realm of my body.

Then as if Mr Jamieson was pouring gasoline on my already flammable body, his cum landed on my chest legs and cheeks. Shot after shot. Landing. Hitting its mark. If not aimed, perfectly positioned.

I came the hardest I had ever in my life, my cunt going into total lock down as I pumped it again and again until the waves of pleasure crashing through me reached their shore and dissipated to where they had come from.

Mr Jamieson was still pulling his cock slower now, squeezing each drop of hot cum out of his now softening snake.

I laid under him until my breath coming back. Pleased and well satisfied.

‘You can go now Mr Jamieson’ I said.

 He stood up and slipped his cock back into his pants. Without saying a word he left with a smile on his face.

‘Oh Mr Jamieson.’ he stopped and looked at me.

‘Take these home – maybe you can have a salad for dinner.’

He took the veggies I had masturbated with and left.

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