Katy wished she had a vibrator.
She didn’t mind having crash-landed in the jungle. She liked her privacy and she liked having space and she even liked not having people around. People sucked. Her animal friends were a lot better.
Only there was no amount of sexual gratification she could give herself, except for her hands. She couldn’t even go down on herself, despite all her yoga classes and youthful flexibility. How good would that be: licking herself out whenever she wanted?
Not that she had much experience with being gone down on; one of the reasons she wasn’t too broken up about being so very single now. She’d never found a guy who’d really suck her clit. Maybe if she had, she would rather be with him than in the jungle.
Once she’d done a Upavistha Konasana. She’s sat down with her legs spread wide, flexing both her feet to hold her legs in place, then bent forward at the center, stretching her neck, popping kink after kink out of her spine, but not able to get her tongue down into her pubic hair.
It’d been very frustrating. And it made her wonder if she was a little gay; her pussy hadn’t looked so bad from down there. Taylor had talked to her once about how nice it was to have a boy’s head in your lap. She’d been eying Katy as she asked whether she preferred to have the tongue outside her pussy or inside it.
Katy’d gotten the idea that, if she were to ask, Taylor would’ve been very willing to eat her out. She might not even have wanted Katy to eat her too, just to get at Katy’s pussy herself. That was really lesbian.
I should’ve taken her up on it, Katy thought. At least then I’d have one really good bit of cunnilingus to remember. Lesbians are supposed to be the best at oral sex. Instead, all I have is a few boyfriends who lapped at me for a bit before I let them dick me. I’m so weak-willed. I couldn’t even begin to make a guy wait for marriage. And look at me now: I’m not getting any and I’m not even married to excuse it.
But she did have a batch of green bananas that weren’t quite ripe yet. She picked one and it barely came away. It was real hard still. She waved it around like a man would wave his cock at her, wanting her to service it.
Katy would get it right if she ever met a man with a penis as big as this, though. She’d put her foot down and show him that big thing was meant to please a woman, not to get pleased.
“After all, men have their fun even if the woman’s just lying back and thinking of England,” she whispered to herself.
Then she licked the banana in its thick peel. Just to try it. There was no real taste to it. All she accomplished was making the banana nice and wet.
Slick.
She could go for a man lying back and thinking of England. She’d do all the work. She’d bounce on him and pump her hips and fucking fuck him until she’d gotten off. And if she couldn’t have a whole man, she’d settle for a cock. Just a great big cock like the banana in her hand, so stiff and firm.
Her pussy was wet. She brought the banana to the gooey slipperiness that could be a sheath for it and entered herself.
She didn’t even think about doing it. She just knew that as soon as she tried it, it felt good.
“Ohh wow!” Katy gasped, working the big banana in and out of herself like a man would, going back and forth, back and forth, and it got easier and easier as the banana became covered with her wetness. It was like it wanted to be inside her. It went in easy as a wish.
She spread her legs open, slid one of the folded elephant ear leaves that she used as pillows under her butt, and imagined that she was being kissed, fucked. She couldn’t quite picture a man at the moment, but she remembered the feelings of being possessed, taken, and she concentrated on those while holding her eyes shut so that it didn’t matter what the man looked like.
“Yes, like that! Please! Really give it to me!” she whimpered.
Her hand was going faster now. Katy loved the feeling the banana gave her, slipping and stroking inside her cunt. She reached in with her other hand and fiddled at her clit, making tight circles with her palm against the erect bud.
“Oh YEAH!” she moaned. “Come inside me! Come inside me when I come! I need to know I’ve been fucked, need to know a man took my precious little pussy and fucked it!”
And she came beautifully at the naughtiness of her own idea, all of her lovely young body shaking and stiffening and clenching until her breath couldn’t even get out of her throat. She finally yelped in joy, then fell back panting to the jungle floor.
“Thank you for making me come like that,” she panted, keeping her eyes shut so that her lover could still be there, real and solid in her imagination. “Now you can do whatever you want. Use me like you want. I’m here, I’m all yours. You can even slap me with it.”
Not letting herself feel the ridiculous, she took the banana—and it was warm from her pussy—and she slapped it against her cheek.
“Yeah, it’s still hard. So fucking hard and so fucking wet, from fucking me, from making me come all over it. Do you want to come in my face now, baby? Or should I suck you off? Suck and swallow because I’m so damn grateful to be your cock-holster. Yeah, yes, I don’t even care if I’m your wife, you don’t ever have to marry me, just use me! Use your tight little cock-holster and let her know she’s been fucked!”
Against her will, her lips curled into an ironic laugh. To think, she was about the hottest woman on the planet, every man on Earth desiring her, and she had to settle for a banana.
But Katy wouldn’t think about that. She was manifesting. All this time alone had made her a little superstitious. A little less than convinced of the secularity of the world. And if she believed hard enough, if she let herself yearn at full force, she could tulpa herself a lover.
Just one. Just one of all those men who looked at her pictorials, who watched her music videos, and beat their pricks to her. All of that sexual energy had to go somewhere. Why not here? Why not to her?
Katy shivered. “Let me see you jerk off to me. Like I jerked off to you. Take that big cock and… mmm… show me how hard I make you. And then pump that cum all over me. Mark me, show me I’m yours. What these big tits make you want to do… those big tits and this fat ass and my mouth, oh God, you can use my mouth, you can fuck my mouth whenever you want, it’ll be your personal cum dumpster. Don’t come in my pussy, don’t even come in my ass—make me swallow it. I want to be a good swallower for you.”
She lay with her legs open, her dark-haired pussy wet and warm, fingers rolling over her clit with forced gentleness. Too subtle for her to remember she was masturbating. It was more like a faint pulse of the eroticism that charged the air. Sexuality so thickly filling her world that there had to be a man really there, needing her, passionate for her… about to fuck her.
She pictured him jacking his cock to her and the mere thought made her feel like she’d tapped into a livewire.
“I love it,” she murmured. “I love how hard you are for me.”
She had the banana in her armpit, caught between her right arm and her body. Her left hand reached across her body and stroked on the banana. Hard and wet and so thick it had to be full of cum.
“Come on, baby, jerk for me!” she gasped. “Let me see you work that cock! Yeah! Beat it! Jerk it! Look at my ass, don’t I have a nice ass? You can fuck my ass. You can. Just come on it first. No, no, spank me first. I’m a bad girl for making your cock so big and hard. Punish me, even if it makes your cock even harder. I shouldn’t get your cock until I’ve been punished.”
Her fingers worked faster. She arched her hips off the ground, thrusting her cunt up into her rubbing fingers.