Page 2 of Shared By My Neighbors

The carrot worms its way up my bottom, goose bumps breaking over my skin as it penetrates deep into my rectum. I shiver and squeal, unable to help myself as my nipples grow even harder, my butt cheeks clenching around the thick vegetable. But finally, it’s all the way in, and I take a deep breath, summoning the spirits all around.

“Come to me!” I sing. “It is time!”

A breeze lifts my curls in answer, as cool fingers soothe my heated skin. Something touches my clit, rubbing it along the bottom, and a huge gush of juice flows out, drenching both vegetables in my female nectar. This is it. Mother and Father have given their benediction, and the moonlight ritual will be completed. Inhaling again, I give the cuke one last push, and the green monster slides all the way into my vag. The stretch is incredible, and I feel like there isn’t an ounce of space inside anymore. But when I look down, a smile comes over my face because there’s just an inch of cucumber and an inch of carrot protruding from my fucked orifices. This is good enough.

“Mother, Father” I sing again. “Your will shall be done!”

Then, I seize both vegetables and begin working them in and out of my holes. It’s a dirty sight. The veggies are big, so I’m grunting and straining with each thrust. But it feels so goddamn good and I love getting fucked in my holes by huge objects. My movements become faster and faster, my big breasts jiggling as I cram myself full with the two veggies. Then, my knees begin to shake. My vision blurs and I feel the ecstasy rising within my breast.

“Yes!” I scream. “Oooooh, fuck yeah!”

Climax sears my form. I see nothing but stars for a moment, and then my back arches as my pussy and asshole dissolve into spasms of pleasure.

“Unnnnh!” is my heartfelt squeal. “Ohhh!”

Hot gushes of juice stream from my pussy, dripping down my thighs as I come again and again. My boobs shake as I begin to babble nonsensically, still fucking myself through the frenzied orgasm.

“Udududu!” I scream again. “Mpph!”

The climax is indescribable. I feel myself commune with the Heavens, my curves shot to the stars and back. I gasp and mewl, unable to help myself as my most secret parts convulse violently, bright lights flashing on and off as I lose my senses. My pussy shivers as my ass jerks, hot splatters of juice landing on the floor. But finally, the convulsions subside a little, and I let out a gratified sigh.

“My goodness,” I say to no one in particular as my eyes open blearily. There’s still a glint of light coming from the direction of the Freedom Tower, but when I blink again, it’s no longer there. It must have been my imagination.

With that, I finish the ritual. Lying down on the ground, I part my legs, baring my holes to the sky. They’re still crammed full, but that’s what I want.

“Mother, Father, Spirits that may!” I sing melodiously. “This is for you!”

Then, slowly, I pull the vegetables out, slimy and coated with my juices. The vegetables look disgusting, but in a good way. Meanwhile, my holes are open and empty, and I spread my thighs even further.

“My body is for you!” I sing again. “All for you!”

With that, the ritual is done. I lie on my back a bit, resting as the breeze soothes my heated curves. I’ve always been a spiritual person, and this particular moonlight ceremony has become a ritual ever since I moved into my building. I adore the night sky; I adore the pleasure the ritual provides; and I adore the subsequent buzz that comes after the ecstasy. Am I a lunatic? I have no idea.

Meanwhile, I look at the vegetables in my hands, still breathing hard. The cuke and carrot are slimy and coasted with my nectar, but it’s okay because they’ve served their purpose. But despite the soaring heights I just experienced, the ritual’s not over yet because these veggies have another role to play … and I know the perfect way to get it done.

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Tanya

Isip my coffee, the scalding liquid burning my tongue.

“Ouch!” I mutter, setting down the mug. “That was way too hot. What the hell was I thinking?”

Actually, I know what I was thinking– I’m reminiscing about last night’s moonlight ritual. It was insane. It was utter bliss. It was transcendent and everything I imagined and more. I glance over at the cucumber and carrot lying next to my kitchen sink. A giggle escapes my lips because they’re moving onto their next life as foodstuffs, and it’s going to be fun.

After all, I have a homeowners association meeting tonight with my hunky neighbors, and I know just the thing to serve to Carl, James, and Chris. Yes, that’s right. They’re going to get carrot and cucumber chips straight from my oven, and they’ll have no idea about the dirty history of these particular snacks.

I take another sip of my coffee, smiling like the cat that got into the cream. Holy shit, I’m a bad girl but it’ll be worth it. I can’t wait to see those gorgeous guys nonchalantly popping a chip into their mouth while talking about things like common areas and utilities usage. It’ll be so funny, not to mention arousing knowing that they’re eating vegetables that were buried in my pussy and asshole not twenty-four hours earlier.

Besides, it’s not like I’m going to serve the chips to them with my vaginal juices still on the veggies. I’ll wash the carrot and cucumber first, and then, of course, my pussy nectar is going to be baked right off. I generally set my oven to 400 degrees when it comes to this stuff, so my fluids will be long-gone by the time of the meeting. Still, it’s filthy and wrong, and I love it.

I take another sip of my coffee, peering out the window at the communal garden. Last night was wonderful, and I can’t wait to do it again. I’ve been holding these rituals ever since I moved into the building, and they’ve only been getting more and more satisfying. I swear, I really am becoming a goddess! My ability to lose myself in the universe, and to give myself over to the moment have been exhilarating, and I love that I’m able to “manifest” the kind of pleasure that I need and deserve.

After all, real life can sometimes get you down. As a twenty-five-year-old woman living in NYC, it’s not all fun and games. I mean, I have a good job. I’m a case specialist at HRA in the city, which means that I work with indigent folks to access benefits like cash assistance and food stamps. It’s rewarding, but the work sometimes gets me down because NYC has too many citizens who are downtrodden. We need to do better by our most vulnerable, and some days, the burnout is intense.

Even worse, I used to have an amazing co-worker at HRA who left, and I really miss her. Laurie and I were more than just office buddies. She was a real friend, and I miss her bubbly personality and infectious laugh around the office. But everything happens for a reason because Laurie actually hooked up with her delivery guy. Yeah, that girl was super-sassy and literally had sex with some dude who brought packages to her door.

But in a crazy turn of events, the delivery guy turned out to be the CEO of the delivery service itself! Can you believe it? Evidently, Tucker has some weird strategy where he goes out as an “undercover boss.” Even though he should be sitting in boardroom meetings and leading investor calls, the dude sometimes puts on a uniform and delivers packages personally to “understand the nitty-gritty of the business.” Who knew that CEO’s actually did this? I thought it was just a gimmick for reality TV shows.

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