0 comments/ 29895 views/ 0 favorites Carrots By: jjcole A lost art, whittling. Passed on from father to son, though in my family it had skipped a generation. I learned it from my grandfather. My father thought of it as a waste of time. Granddad taught me to use it as a thinking tool. I had been doing this it seemed all my life. I would go to the backyard with a block of soft wood and my sharpened pocketknife and work problems through my head. Sometimes I would just daydream. The thinking and daydreams would end when the block of wood had become a discernible object. Over the years I had become good enough that some of my wood doodlings were considered works of art. Today things were a bit different. For one thing I was in the kitchen, not the backyard. For another I was naked. My daydreams today came from my laptop. I was reading erotic stories on Literotica. I wanted to keep my dick hard. I was not carving on soft wood today, I was carving on carrots. I had a definite finished product in mind when I started. I was making replicas of my hard dick. My woman was the love of my life and would be the death of me. She was a voluptuous, adventurous red head with a very pronounced mischievous streak in her. More than once she tried to get us both killed by baring her breasts to me while I was driving down a freeway. She knew I could not keep my eyes on the road when her breasts were in sight yet she did it over and over. I did not know a giggle could be evil until I heard hers. She loved for me to take her to fancy restaurants, not because of the food or the atmosphere but because they had tablecloths. She would insist on being seated at a table by a wall and would seat me facing the restaurant with her to my left. She would arrange the tablecloth to her liking and before the appetizers arrived she unzipped my slacks and pulled out my dick. The damn woman is ambidextrous and can eat with her left hand and jack me off with her right. My spunk is splattered under the tables of some of the finest restaurants in the city. About the carrots, we are both rapidly approaching middle age now. We have a son that is eighteen going on thirty-five. My first complete physical exam was two weeks ago. Some of my numbers were not to the liking of that woman and she has been pestering me about my diet since. I am a meat and potatoes man but she keeps putting vegetables on my plate. I keep leaving them on the plate. The worst things are the carrots. Every blessed salted snack in house has disappeared, replaced by carrot sticks. I told her I was no rabbit and refused to eat the damn things. She swore to me I would get no pussy from her until she saw me eat a damn carrot. That was eight days ago. I am horny as hell. So that is why I am sitting naked in the kitchen, nursing a hard on, carving carrots into cocks. I figured the only way I was going to stomach eating those things would be if they were coated with her pussy juice. I am satisfied with two of my creations. I left a portion of each un-whittled so I had a handle for them. The carved parts were pretty close to my dick in size and shape although one ended up slimmer than the other. I rinsed the carrots and wrapped them in a moist towel. After cleaning up in the kitchen I went to the bedroom and put the carrots under the foot of the bed. The woman returned from shopping the antique stores late in the day and again tried to feed me Purina vegetarian chow or something. I swear if it hadn't been for my secret stash of Vienna sausage I would have starved to death. Lord knew where my son was. I hoped at least he was getting laid. It was Saturday night and we were getting ready for bed. That woman was wearing her sexiest nightgown, a black, very sheer gown that hugged all her curves and was thin enough to give me glimpses of tits and pussy hair. She was definitely not playing fair. She even had a bowl with carrot sticks on the nightstand. As I sat on the bed to begin undressing I caught the unmistakable scent of her sex. "Well I'll be" I thought to myself, "she's as horny as I am". I normally wear boxer shorts when I go to bed. Tonight I climbed in naked. She said, "If you want anything from me you better grab a carrot". I answered, "Baby, tonight you have a deal". I immediately flipped the hem of her nightgown past her pussy and dove in. She responded with a moan and started to push her pussy harder into my mouth. Her pussy was slick with juices when my lips made contact and released even more as my tongue penetrated through her nether lips. The woman suddenly stopped my assault. She pushed my head off her pussy and with a growl ordered me to "Eat a fucking carrot". I picked up a carrot stick, calmly studied it for a minute then said, "You know, these are pretty small. And they need a little something for flavoring". I tossed the carrot stick to the floor. She groaned in frustration at either my hardheadedness or the though that she was going to be left in a sexual frenzy. "Don't you worry Hon," I said. "I brought my own carrots". I reached under the bed and brought out the better of the two. Her eyes opened wide when she saw it. She did not know whether to laugh or start running. Before she could decide I ran the tip of the carrot dick along her pussy lips and collected cunt juice. I said to her " Lets see what it tastes like now", brought it my mouth and licked it. "Ummm, needs more flavoring" I said as I lowered the carrot to her pussy and pressed the "head" completely into her cunt. I heard a moan. I always find that to be encouraging. I made myself comfortable next to her pussy and licked it as I pushed the carrot deeper into her cunt. When all I had in my hand was the 'handle" I began a slow, gentle, carrot fuck. My tongue was circling her clit as I shoved my carrot dick in and out of her cunt. She was probably hornier than I was because she came quickly and hard. I feared for the integrity of the carrot. I had earlier in the evening decided that since I had carved two carrots I might as well use them both. I had gone into my son's room and reached into his "secret" stash of condoms and took one. I placed it over the thinner carrot then applied KY Jelly liberally over its length. While the woman was catching her breath from her first cum I grabbed the second carrot. I lifted the woman's legs and placed them on my shoulders. The first carrot's "head" was resting just inside pussy. I now had the second carrot poised at her asshole. I pushed both carrots into her slowly. The woman was gasping for air. I held the carrots still after I felt the "head" of the one in her ass pop in. She was moaning again. I pushed both carrots in until all I had in my hand were the "handles". I waited until I saw she had her breathing almost under control then started working both carrots in and out of her body. In no time at all she was cursing me into perdition. Thrashing, moaning, trembling and on the edge of something big. When it finally arrived her shriek would have awakened the dead. Somewhere in her spasms I lost control of both carrots so I just sat back and admired the fruit, (or vegetable), of my labors. It took a while but she eventually stopped shaking and regained her breath. The first thing she said to me was," You fucking bastard. Eat a fucking carrot". "I promised you I would," I said as I removed the carrot from her ass. I noted it was broken in more than one place but since a condom covered it I removed it easily. "The carrot I want is this one," I said as I tried to remove the one in her pussy. It was broken at the handle. I showed it to her and asked, "Now how do you expect me to eat my carrot if your pussy wont let go of it?" "Do something!" she said. I looked at her and said brightly, "I know", and lowered my mouth to her pussy. There was enough carrot sticking past her pussy lips that I had no trouble gripping it with my teeth and working it into my mouth. I pulled it out about an inch and bit off a piece. I chewed it for a few seconds, swallowed, then pulled out and bit off another piece. I kept it up until the carrot was gone from her pussy. "Damn good tasting carrot", I said to her. I thought to myself that while I was there I may as well get desert and started eating my favorite pie. My eating a carrot from her pussy had apparently turned the woman on more than I thought. As soon as I put my tongue into her cunt she quickly clamped her legs around my head and tried to break my neck. Just before I knew I was going to die she groaned and collapsed on the bed. I quickly scrambled my way up her body out of harms way. My cock was waiting its chance and dove right into the pussy as it went by. The woman moaned again as I ferociously tried to release a week's worth want. I pumped furiously into her cunt as she held on for dear life. She began a long stream of obscenities as was her custom when I was doing her well but this night she added "pervert' to her list. I guess I had to plead guilty to that. My cum must have been piled up all the way to the back of my brain 'cause I almost passed out as it flew out into her pussy. I knew I needed to breathe but couldn't. Spurt after spurt of cum jammed her pussy full and we felt it spill over. I was finally done. She was nearly catatonic. I slid off the woman, kissing her along the way. We lay side by side panting, waiting for our heart rates to slow. She said, "Give me a carrot stick". I reached over the nightstand, picked one out and handed it to her. She took it from my fingers, put it down to her pussy and scooped some cum onto the carrot. She brought it her mouth and bit off a piece and ate it. "This is pretty good", she said then repeated the process until the carrot stick was all gone. We ate the entire jar full of carrot sticks and exhausted that supply of sauce so she prepared another batch. We spent some quality time preparing another batch of special carrot sauce then ate most of that jar. Using her pussy as a dipping sauce container had an unforeseen side effect. It got the woman hot. I ate my last two sticks directly out of her pussy, which seemed to help immensely. We now have two jars of carrots sticks in the refrigerator, a His and a Hers. Each is coated with our favorite special sauce. We even take some to work, but we don't share. Carrots for Revenge Carrots for revenge. Rosey, was a 45 year old, married lady whom I made the acquaintance of through a mutual friend. She stood five feet eight tall and although what would be commonly referred to as a bbw figure, her largish breast had very responsive nipples. She was a very sexy lady who reveled in being told what to do. It had been almost twelve months since our first contact over the internet, basically as friends to chat with, even though she was married the sexy banter was fun and over the last two months the sexual fun had become too good to call a halt. After our second meeting, she informed me, as we chatted on line, that her husband regularly demanded sex with out any fore thought about her own feelings or wants. Usually causing massive rows if she even dared to think of refusing him and never caring about whether her needs were satisfied or not; as this had gone on now for a number of years she could not see it ever changing. One day whilst chatting on line, She mentioned her husband was being an absolute pig again and joking she said she wished he would have an accident for being so uninterested in her needs and feelings. I asked "What is your sense of revenge like?" "I could never hurt him no matter what he has done" she said thinking I was planning an accident for her Old Man. I assured her that I was not thinking of an accident befalling her other half, I simply said "I was thinking more of giving him a taste of his own medicine" "I would have no worries carrying out a revenge plan, especially on him providing no one actually got hurt" she replied. So here is the story of her one time revenge over her pig of a husband. Part of Rosey's make up was that she preferred to be told exactly what to do, so any actions she carried out could be guilt free, as she was only obeying orders. Therefore I informed Rosey, she should purchase some carrots, big ones but not too large. Next day she should peel a carrot before, whilst home alone, beginning around 9.00am she should place the peeled carrot up her pussy. She was then to lay back and fuck her pussy with the carrot thinking of me at my home taking time to lick her pussy to numerous orgasms. During the rest of the day she should keep the carrot inside her and frequently masturbate herself on the carrot. Rosey informed me that she managed several cums on the carrot and it felt really weird parading around in front of her unsuspecting husband with it wedge inside her pussy. On more than one occasion she had to be really careful how she sat down and she admitted feeling it being pushed inside her on more than one occasion. When it was time to go to bed, she should again make sure she orgasmed on the carrot and if possible to leave it inside as long as possible. Then remove the carrot and pop it into a plastic bag, put it safe until the following day. She managed to go off to the bathroom on the pretext of going for a shower. She gave herself a leisurely fuck on the carrot managing not one orgasm but three. To prevent the carrot falling out she wore a pair of lacy panties during her shower. She confessed that the feeling was wonderfully strange as she showered with her cunt muscles gripping on the carrot deep inside her pussy. Just as she was finishing her shower, her husband knocked on the door saying "I have an early start tomorrow, so I am going straight to bed. Don't disturb me when you come in" Now no longer fearing her husband may want his conjugal rights, she realized she need not pop the soaking carrot into a re-sealable plastic bag, instead it could marinate over night in her pussy juices. She quietly came out of the bathroom and wandered downstairs, went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. Going into the living room, to drink her tea she sat carelessly on the settee and suddenly felt the whole carrot disappear up her pussy, so deep in fact she felt it force its way into her womb. The problem was that the end which had been sticking out of her pussy was now buried inside her pussy and with the amount of pussy juice made it difficult to grip the end to extract it. A feeling of panic and humiliation set in, she could imagine having to go to the hospital to have the carrot removed and having to explain how it got stuck up there. As quietly as possible she phoned me and explained what had happened. I must admit, I had to stifle a giggle, but I suggested that she use her pussy muscles in a similar way as she would with her anal muscles while on the toilet, at the same time use her fingers to try pulling the carrot from her pussy. Well it must have worked, because with a sigh of relief she said, got it. She also said "I felt so full, when it penetrated my womb, it felt wonderful. Now the panic of retrieving it was over." Suddenly she put the phone down as her husband shouted "Are you coming up to bed yet" Rosey recognized this and the tone of his voice as being the norm for the prelude to one sided sex. She placed the carrot in the plastic bag, sealed it and popped it in the fridge. By now the carrot would have soaked up loads of pussy juice and keeping it in the plastic bag would keep it fresh for the next day. Rosey then meekly went upstairs and submitted to her husbands demands. He had already had an erection and roughly shoved it in to Rosey's well juiced pussy. He almost became suspicious as to why her cunt was so wet and why she had an orgasm as he took his pleasure. He simply thought his technique so good that this time he had made her wait long enough to make the simple fact that she was going to get fucked had her aroused. Next Morning Rosey had to go to work so the plastic bag was left stored in the fridge and upon returning home that afternoon. She popped it back into her pussy for good measure. She said that she felt the chill of the carrot right up her spine but it soon chilled out and after a further three or four session of masturbation with it, she removed it returning it to the plastic bag for later. When she prepared her husbands evening meal which just happened to be a salad, she was to grate the carrot and add it to her husband's plate. Lovingly she prepared her husband's special meal. She took great delight in grating this carrot and even made sure the whole carrot was grated in to place on top of his salad. She was almost tempted to taste the grated carrot but just as she was about to give in her husband walked in he asked what was for dinner and she had trouble not laughing as she replied just a salad. The meal prepared, she carried the two plates into the dining room and placed his plate in front of him. She sat opposite and watched her husband as he tucked into the special carrot salad. The more he ate, the more she struggled not to give the game away. He saw her grinning and almost asked what was so funny, but instead assumed it was about his good performance in bed last night. He even smiled back at her, she nearly choked when she saw his smile. Next day we discussed the facts over the internet. She admitted she had a difficult job not blurting out as she watch each fork full of the carrot disappear into her husband mouth. The poor sucker never even realized the special treatment that carrot had undergone. Even to this very day, she can not look at grated carrot without inwardly smiling at the revenge she took on her husband. So all you husbands out there, be wary of upsetting your wife, least your food my have that special grated carrot flavour......