As Julie contemplated her day at school,
she became increasingly aroused. The
thought of having maybe hundreds of men and boys seeing her panties and lusting
after her was rather turning her on. She
climbed into bed, pulled down her sweatpants and panties, and began to
masturbate. After a while, though,
her hand was getting tired and still she had not reached an orgasm.
‘It’s at times like these,’ she
thought to herself, ‘that I wish I had a dildo.
I wonder what vegetables we have in the house?’
She pulled her sweatpants and panties
completely off, then got out of bed and trotted downstairs.
Opening the fridge, she looked in the vegetable drawer and was annoyed to
find only a lettuce, some broccoli, and a pack of button mushrooms.
Foiled, she closed the fridge door in frustration and then spied the
fruit bowl on the counter. Inside
it were three bananas, rather unripe but quite straight and perfect for what she
had in mind. She took a knife and
chopped the hard black bit off the blunt end of one of the bananas, then
carefully trimmed all of the sharp edges until she was left with a beautifully
rounded end. She did the same with
one of the other bananas, then held them both up for inspection.
“Bananas,” she addressed them,
“it’s your lucky day.”
She took them upstairs with her and
climbed into bed again. Spreading
her legs wide apart, she started to rub the end of one banana along the groove
between her pussy lips. She could
feel herself getting wetter as she stroked the tip of the banana in small
circles around her clitoris, so she moved the tip down and began to push at the
entrance to her vagina.
The banana began to slide inward, then
came to a friction-induced stop. Pushing
it any harder was painful, so she took it out and had a think.
‘Vaseline,’ she thought to herself.
She hurried through to the bathroom and fetched the jar that was sitting
on top of the cabinet. Returning to
her bed, she opened the jar, scooped out some of the petroleum jelly, then
smeared it liberally all over the banana. Then
she lay down, spread her legs, and tried again.
This time the banana slid deep with
hardly any resistance. “Mmmmm,”
Julie moaned as she felt her cunt become filled to capacity. She pulled the banana out until its tip was no more than half
an inch inside her, then she buried it deep once more. She continued to thrust it in and out while she rubbed her
clit with the fingers of her other hand. In
next to no time her loins seemed to explode into a delicious orgasm that spread
outwards to suffuse her whole body in a warm and pleasurable glow.
Basking in the afterglow, she continued
to use the banana to stroke the inner walls of her cunt at a more leisurely pace
as she smiled happily to herself. ‘This
is lovely,’ she thought. ‘Much
better than a carrot. I could
happily spend all day with a banana in my cunt.’
And then she thought, why not?
If she wore an especially sturdy pair of panties, or maybe two pairs, one
outside the other, along with a panty-liner, then perhaps she could go to school
with a banana stuck inside her cunt. Obviously
she would have to cut a bit of it off – she was not deep enough to have an
entire banana inside her without at least part of it sticking out – but
otherwise it seemed like a wonderful plan.
“Hmm, what would Chris make of that,
I wonder?” she said aloud.
She looked at her watch.
It was four o’clock. Her
father would not be home for at least two hours.
So maybe she could carry on pleasuring herself for a while…
The following morning she put her plan
into action. First of all she
lubricated the remaining banana with Vaseline, then she cut off the sharp end
and slid the rest into her cunt. It
felt wonderful, and for a moment she considered masturbating before she left for
school. However she knew she did
not have enough time for that, so she donned two pairs of panties and carefully
placed a panty-liner in the inside pair. Thus
armoured, she put on her jeans and headed down the stairs to say goodbye to her
father. Into her backpack she had
already placed the skirt (one of her newer ones, thankfully, which came down to
about three inches above the knee) which she would change into once she reached
the school.
“The people at the garage told me the
car will be ready tomorrow,” said her father, “so I’m afraid you’ll have
to cycle to school tomorrow as well.”
“That’s okay,” said Julie.
“Well, have a good day – I’ll see you this evening.”
She kissed his proffered cheek, then left the house and cycled to school.
On this journey, of course, she
attracted no stares from pedestrians or motorists, and for a moment she almost
regretted not having worn a skirt – she found she was missing the adrenaline
rush of the constant fear of showing her panties to the general public.
‘Maybe,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’ll wear a skirt tomorrow on
my way into school.’
As she pedalled, she could feel the
banana moving about inside her, sliding against the inner walls of her cunt.
It was beginning to make her very horny, and she started to fantasise
about riding her bicycle in her old skirt, the very short one, displaying her
panties indiscriminately to anyone who cared to look at her.
It was thrilling to think about, though she felt that her fear would
overcome her horniness, if she ever tried it.
She arrived at her school with a few
minutes to spare, and she went into the girls’ toilets to get changed.
Once dressed in her school skirt, she regarded herself critically in the
mirror. Compared to what she was
wearing yesterday, this skirt seemed positively puritan.
She turned around a couple of times, then pulled her skirt up a little by
the waistband. She liked the effect
and, as an experiment, she folded the waistband inside, thus shortening the
skirt by an inch and a half. She
turned this way and that, pleased with the look, then decided to try folding it
over again. Now the skirt was
almost as short as yesterday’s had been.
Thinking about what the boys would think of it, she grew more and more
horny. She pulled up her skirt in
front of the mirror to reveal her white panties.
Slipping a hand inside, she began to caress her pussy, rubbing her
clitoris to ease her sexual tension.
Coming to her senses, she dropped her
skirt and untucked the waistband. It
would not do to get caught like this. Still,
there was always one of the stalls… She
looked at her watch. It was five to
nine. Time enough for a quick
orgasm before the first lesson. She
hurried into a stall and locked the door. Sitting
on the toilet seat, she put her hand inside her panties and started to
masturbate. With her other hand,
she began to push the banana further into her cunt, then let go so that it slid
out a little. She pushed in again,
then let it out. A few more repeats
of this exercise brought her to a toe-curling orgasm, and she sighed happily.
Then she smartened herself up and went to the first lesson.
There was little in the way of male
attention today. One or two
comments were made about the way she had looked the day before, but it began to
look as if the previous day’s uncharacteristic exhibitionism might blow over
and be forgotten.
One thing that could not be forgotten, however, was the banana in Julie’s cunt.
Every second of every minute of the day she could feel it inside her, and
it felt sensational. She was constantly horny, and she was sure that her flushed
cheeks would betray her sooner or later. She
could hardly refrain from squirming in her seat, so great was the itch between
her legs. She felt she needed to
masturbate so badly that she would have to run from the room and relieve herself
in the toilet. She squirmed as much
as she could without risking drawing attention to herself, and the muscular
walls of her vagina were continually contracting and relaxing, massaging the
banana into a pulpy mess.
After the first lesson, Julie
practically fled to the toilet. Locking
herself in one of the stalls, she masturbated again and quickly climaxed.
She noticed with a little dismay that bits of mushy banana had leaked out
of her, though fortunately the panty-liner had caught them.
She dropped the bits in the toilet and flushed it, though she was not
about to remove the banana yet – not when it felt so amazing inside her.
The second lesson was a nightmare.
With each squeeze of her cunt walls, more gooey banana mush was forced
out into her panties. Halfway through the lesson, the banana smell was only too
apparent to Julie, and she was terrified the boys and girls around her might
smell it, and figure out where it was coming from. Slowly and carefully, taking care not to attract attention,
she reached underneath her skirt and put her fingers inside her panties, hoping
to force some of the mush back inside her.
It was hopeless. The banana was too runny, and she merely succeeded in coating
her fingers with the mess. As the
lesson continued, she noticed those around her beginning to sniff and pass
comments like, “Can you smell something?
Does that smell like banana to you?”
Terrified, Julie clamped her legs tightly together and tried not to expel
any more of the mush.
This proved very difficult.
She was desperate to flex the muscles of her vagina, and forcing herself
not to was almost intolerable. As
the bell went for the end of the lesson, she heaved a huge sigh of relief and
squirmed for all she was worth, while her fellow pupils were too busy gathering
their books together to notice.
This was unfortunately something of a
mistake. The entire contents of her
cunt flooded out into her panties, filling them with mushy banana.
It felt divine, but instantly Julie realised that it was going to be very
tricky to get to the toilet without spilling bits of banana goo all over the
floor.
“You coming, Julie?” inquired Janet.
“Uh, I’m just finishing up here,”
said Julie. “Got a couple more
things to write down. You carry on
– I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”
While the classroom emptied, Julie
reached into her panties and started to massage the mush into her pussy.
She continued to squirm, and the goo worked its way back towards her anus
and up the crack of her bottom. She
found some quite large pieces of banana still intact, and squished them against
her clitoris. She reasoned that she might as well have some fun while she
delayed her exit. But alas, her
delay was not going to help her. As
her class filed out of the room, another class filed in.
There was nothing Julie could do except take a chance.
So, taking a deep breath, she wiped her messy fingers on the outside of
her panties, got her books together, and stood up.
So far, so good. The mess was staying in place.
She began to walk, and almost immediately felt a wetness creep out around
the edges of her panties. Her
heartbeat quickened, but she forced herself to walk slowly and with small steps.
She reached the door to the classroom, and made her way carefully out
into the corridor. The toilets were
a mere twenty yards away, but could she make it?
She made her way carefully through the
throng of swarming teenagers, hugging the wall so as not to get jostled too
much. Then it happened.
A piece of banana slipped out of her panties and fell to the floor.
The splat it made was not audible over the noise of chattering boys and
girls, but had anyone seen? A quick
glance around her told Julie that probably nobody had.
She continued towards the toilets.
Finally she reached them, and she
quickly claimed an empty stall. Pulling
down her panties, she stared in fascination at the pile of yellow mush that was
piled up along the length of the panty liner, and beyond. She sat down and put her hand between her legs, stroking her
pussy. The skin of the banana, in
several bits by now, was protruding from her vagina, and reluctantly she pulled
it out.
What a thrill it had all been!
The danger, the excitement, the delicious feeling as the mush had poured
out of her cunt into her panties … it had all been an incredible sensation.
She felt drunk on an adrenaline high, and she scooped a handful of banana
out of her panties in order to mash it into her pubic hair. With her bottom and pussy coated in the slimy goo, she
masturbated yet again, reaching a climax that made her whole body shudder with
ecstasy.
Then she removed the inner pair of
panties and shoved them well down into her backpack.
The outer pair were fortunately not too messy. She emptied her cunt as well as she could, and used toilet
paper to wipe as much banana as she could from her pussy and bottom.
She flushed away all the paper and bits of banana, and her clean-up was
complete. Rearranging her skirt,
she took a deep breath and left the stall, confident that she had perfectly
executed a brilliant and intensely pleasurable fantasy, with no adverse
repercussions.
‘What will
I do with the rest of the day?’ she wondered to herself.
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