The Fruit and Veg Girl

Many years ago when we were18, my friends, Lynn, Becky and I took part-time jobs in a local supermarket. I was assigned to work on the fruit and veg. Department with a woman called Eve. Eve was in her forties and was completely different from my mother. She wore short skirts, too much make-up and she swore like a trooper! I thought that she was wonderful.

Eve was the crudest person that I have ever known, she would tell me every intimate detail of her sex life, with her husband and boyfriends. I learnt more about sex in these two years than I did in 5 years of biology, at school.

During the month of June, the weather changed and a heatwave began.

The hot weather, Eve’s stories and my teenage hormones made for a wonderful summer. I was as horny as Hell! All I could think about was sex! I masturbated most nights; the shower, the toilet, my bedroom; any opportunity and my fingers were in my knickers.

One particularly hot day, I was already daydreaming about a fumble with a boy the previous Saturday, when Eve announced, “Fucking Hell! Look at this! It looks just like my Craig’s cock!” I turned to see her licking a huge carrot. Taking it from her mouth she laughed, “But it doesn’t taste half as sweaty!” Some of the other women, began laughing, I just blushed. “I might have to take it home, for when he’s on night shift!” Eve continued. “What’s the matter, Victoria, have you never seen a cock as big as this before?” She roared, as she threw it towards me. I caught it, and stared at the huge orange vegetable. It must have been 8 or 9 inches long and tapered from the thick, bulbous, end to the pointed tip.

I had seen a two boy’s cocks before, only handling one, at a party, but they looked nothing like this. 
“He’s not really this big, is he?” I gasped, as I handled the carrot like a jewel.
“Why do you think Eve has a bad back!” Margaret, shouted.
Still laughing, Eve herself, said, “They have to be that size to touch the sides!”

At that moment, Gareth, the Store Manager arrived, and the group of women broke up. I don’t know why, but I slipped the carrot into my pocket.
I was sent to tidy our stock cupboard, in the warehouse. After half an hour of moving sacks and boxes I was sweating like a pig. I sat down for a break, when I felt that familiar, tingling, feeling between my legs. All of the bending and carrying was making my young 38DD breasts ache as they swayed from side to side. As no one was likely to disturb me, I undid the buttons on my overall, letting the air get to my hot flesh.

As it was so hot, I was only wearing my bra and panties, underneath. I ran one hand over my sweaty stomach, under the elastic of my knickers and stroked my curly ginger pubes, as I tickled a nipple with the other hand. My fingers continued further into my pants, until I was sliding one between the flaps of my soaking wet vagina. This was such a turn on, knowing that I could be caught at any time.

I had just started to rub my clit when I felt the carrot, in my pocket, touch my side. 

“Oh my God! I couldn’t! It would be too dirty!” the thoughts shot through my head. I tugged the carrot from the pocket, and rubbed it along the gusset of my pants. Ooh! This felt good. The carrot was very, very hard. Without a second thought, I pulled my pants to one side and started to rub it along my virgin pussy. Aaaahh! This was even better as the rough skin of the carrot of scratched my soft pussy lips.

Gently I prodded the opening of my hole, and the carrot slid in with no effort. Wow! Wow! Wow! This was fantastic. All I could think was; "What have I been missing? This is what a boys cock must feel like". Quickly, I built up a rhythm, with the carrot going further and deeper into my womb. My eyes were now closed tight shut and my mouth was dry as I felt a terrific orgasm building up. I was panting and gasping, but I knew that I couldn’t make a sound. The carrot was filling me up much more than my fingers ever had.

It only took a couple of flicks of my clit, and a marvellous orgasm flooded my body. I sat shaking for the next few minutes. The carrot was still in my pussy. It felt just as good as I slowly pulled it out. Jesus H. Christ, this was good. I held it up, and couldn’t believe what I had just done, the carrot still looked huge, and was now covered in my slime. I buttoned my overalls, threw the carrot into a bin, and went back to see Eve at the counter.

Over the next few days I found myself, alone, in the stockroom another twice. I would quickly fuck myself with a carrot, and rub my clit, orgasming each time within a couple minutes! It even became a joke between Eve and myself, that I always looked flushed, when I returned. 

I was still enjoying masturbating at home, but the thrill of fucking myself with a carrot, in the storeroom, was the biggest turn on of all.
On the following Friday evening, the shop was quiet, so I slipped away to the stockroom. I knew that I was safe for a half- hour, as we were ‘short-staffed’.
Once inside I chose a lovely big carrot, maybe 10 inches long and quite fat, and made myself comfortable, on some sacks of potatoes. I opened my overalls, and slid my knickers down to my ankles. I ran the carrot along my slit, squeezed my huge 38DD breasts, then I slammed it inside my sopping hole. 
I couldn’t stop myself groaning, as I fucked myself, faster and faster, all 10 inches sliding in and out, filling every crevice of my young pussy. Just as I was building up to an orgasm, I opened my eyes. "SHIT!" Gareth, the manager, was standing in front of me, grinning.

“Don’t stop!” he said, a huge grin lighting up his gorgeous face. 
Shocked and embarrassed, I automatically placed my hands over my bare fanny, accidentally pushing the carrot all of the way inside. Oooohaaaarggh! I groaned, biting my bottom lip, as it hit my cervix.

“I said, don’t stop.” Gareth said, as he unbuttoned his trousers. Frightened, I slid the carrot, half -way out. He now had his trousers and pants around his knees, and was tugging at his cock.

My heart was pounding, as I built up my speed, again, fucking myself, for his pleasure.
“You dirty little girl!” he told me, “I thought that you were a nice little virgin, and here you are, the dirtiest chick in the shop! Who would have thought it! Little Victoria fucks herself with carrots. Nobody will believe me!” He continued wanking, as he talked to me. 

As my fingers rubbed my clit, big globs of hot, white, sticky spunk splashed onto my legs as he fired his spunk into the air. Instantly, I shuddered with an orgasm. Moving closer, he slowly tugged on his cock, making the last few drops fall onto my heaving tits.
As he tucked his shrinking cock into his pants, he whispered, “Come to my office, at 9 o’clock.” With a wink he left the cupboard. 
The next hour was Hell, as I didn’t know what to expect. I thought that he might even sack me.

As the shop closed, I went to Gareth’s office. “Close the door.” He said, without looking up. When he turned around, he was grinning like before. “Well, Victoria, that was a nice surprise. A very nice surprise.” He pointed, for me to sit down. “What do you think I should do?” he asked. I shook my head, “Please, please don’t tell anyone, don’t sack me. I’m so sorry.” I whimpered, holding back my tears.

“Sack you? Don’t be silly! I want to watch you do that, again!” He laughed.
Shocked, I covered my mouth with my hand.
“I’m playing golf on Saturday, so on Sunday, meet me at the backdoor, at 10 a.m. if anyone asks, tell them that you are stocktaking.” He then told me that I could go.

In bed, that night, I thought that I was going to wear my clit out, I rubbed it that much! If I’d been horny before, I was insatiable that night. Being caught had been an unbelievable turn-on.

On the Saturday night, I went to a party with Lynn and Becky. Becky could tell that I was ‘upto something’, but I refused to confess. She wasn’t happy, with me, as we normally confided in each other, but this secret was just too juicy.