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banana.txt
* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. As such, it
* contains situations that may be undesirable in real life. The primary
* intent of this text is to arouse the reader. If this makes you
* uncomfortable, or if you are 18 years of age or younger, please stop
* reading now.
* This story is my submission for Uther Pendragon's contest.
Banana
by Ed Rider
As I stood in the kitchen that morning, something was amiss. I had poured
some cereal into a bowl for my breakfast, but when I went for the fruit bowl
on the kitchen table, there was something missing. The fruit bowl contained
two oranges which, while appetizing, were not what I was looking for. What I
wanted was the banana which I had carefully saved in order to put on my
cereal this morning.
Puzzled, I strolled out into the living room of the one bedroom apartmentI
called home. The mystery of my missing breakfast fruit was quickly solved,
as Molly was sitting in the computer chair holding my banana in one hand,
and some small pink object in the other.
She didn't look up as I approached her.
"Molly," I asked, "what are you doing?"
"Wha? Oh, hey," she said, finally looking up at me. "I was just gonna
practice my deep throating." She gestured vaguely with the banana.
"Um." I looked at the object in her other hand, and finally determined it to
be a bright-pink condom. "With *that*?" I asked. "And *that*?"
She nodded. "Mm-hmm. See look --" she nodded her head towards the computer
screen. "We got a letter from a fan," she continued, in a tone of voice that
suggested I should already know all this.
"Dear Molly," she read off the screen. "I just love your and Ed's
stories.They're so imaginitive, and they get me hot every single time. What
I'm writing for, though, is to ask you for some advice. My problem is, I
love giving my boyfriend oral sex, and I read all the time about how you
deep throat guys, and they just love it. I've tried this particular act
myself, and I want to be able to do it, but every time I try to go deeper,
the taste and the feel of the condom makes me gag and stop. What can I do?"
Molly looked at me as if the solution were obvious. I just wanted my banana
back.
"You see," she said. "I can't really sympathize with her problem. Bein' a
fictional character and all, I don't have to put a condom on before I go
down. So, I figured I could practice with a condom, and that way I could
figure out some tips for her."
I guess it was perfect logic from her perspective. It's a good thing Molly's
so cute, it makes me infinitely willing to enjoy her idiosyncracies. I've
tried making my characters smarter, but the problem is that the smart ones
never want to have sex with me.
"So let me get this straight," I said. "You're going to put that condom on
that banana, and practive shoving it into your mouth?"
"Mmm-hm!" She nodded perkily. She held up the condom in her left hand and
positioned the banana in preparation for cramming it into the latex hole.
"Wait!" I cried. My breakfast hovered perilously close to being wrapped in
rubber. "You couldn't, um, practice on a real penis instead?" I nodded in
the direction of my crotch.
"Let's be realistic, Ed. I wanted something big."
(I have to admit the banana was longer and thicker than my cock. But not by
much, dammit!)
That was enough. I don't have time in the morning to stand around and be
insulted.
"Look Molly," I explained, putting my hands on my hips. "I want a banana.
You have my banana." I pointed a finger at her. "*You* want a phallus. *I*
have a phallus." I shrugged. "It's a win-win situation."
She sighed, finally relenting and putting the banana on the computer desk.
"You have a phallus?" she smirked. "Let's see it."
Now we were getting somewhere. I rubbed myself through my shorts and then
slipped them off, my penis hanging limply in front of me. Not for long
though. Just looking at down at Molly's firm round boobs made me start to
stiffen up. And when she stood up and kissed me long and hard, well, I
almost put a hole through her.
When she was ready, that is, when I had spent ample time kissing her and
squeezing her breasts, she took the rubber in hand and got down on her
knees.
She took the condom and pushed it onto the head of my cock. It felt a little
wierd. It's like when someone who never wears glasses puts on a pair of
sunglasses -- they can't quite shake that feeling of 'there's something on
my face.'
Molly made that feeling go away pretty quickly though. With the condom
securely on the head of my cock, she started licking my balls and teasing
the shaft of my dick with her fingers. When I started thrusting my hips
forward, wanting to get into her mouth, she took the opportunity to grasp me
firmly in her hands.
Holding my dick steady, she pinched the head of the rubber in one hand, and
deftly rolled the condom down my shaft. Not bad for a first-timer, I
thought. Looking down, I let a bemused smile creep onto my face. Never
having used a condom before either, it did look a bit funny. I had a
hot-pink boner!
I smiled even wider when that boner disappeared into Molly's hot mouth. She
took it into her mouth and held it there, just sucking on it, perhaps trying
out the feel and the flavor. Slowly her tongue started working its way
around my cockhead. Her head started moving back and forth, and I closed my
eyes as she began to go to work in earnest.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
She was driving me wild. I knew that this would be a short and sweet
suckoff. Her lips clamped down near the base of my shaft, and I felt the
tantalizing effect of my entire cock being encased in her steamy mouth.
Inching ever so slowly forward, she moved towards swallowing me whole.
We hadn't fucked at all yesterday, and I was primed to shoot. Her tongue was
working on the underside of my dick, and it felt just great. Her lips had
finally made their way to where they were firmly pressed up against my pubic
hair.
She stopped there, for a moment, just savoring the feeling I guess. Then she
starting pulling back, pressing her tongue hard against the head of my cock.
I involuntarily thrust my hips forward and she grabbed my ass with both
hands while bobbing her head back and forth.
Finally, that velvet tongue and enticing lips had worked their way back up
to the head of my dick. While she focused her tongue on running circles
around my knob, Molly slid one hand around and used it to tickle and tangle
with my balls. Under her expert sucking, the pressure in my cock was growing
quickly to the point of explosion.
When I came it was like a cannon-shot that left me weak in the knees. The
tip of the rubber filled up with my cum, and Molly looked at it with a
bemused expression on her face.
"No mess," she said. "That's no fun." I could do nothing but stand there
with a smile on my face and give a weak nod in agreement.
With a fickle curiousity, Molly sat back in the computer chair and turned
her attention back to the screen. Perhaps she now had some advice to give
about how to swallow a latex-wrapped cock. Maybe she was even reflecting
philosophically on the troubles real-life people had to go through in order
to have sex. It was nice, I supposed, to have sex be merely entertainment,
and not part of a more complex whole. I was also nice, I further reflected,
that I had gotten my banana back. I scooped it up off the table and went
back into the
kitchen to have breakfast.
end.
* The author humbly invites your comments, questions, and requests
* to be emailed to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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