Here's my experience with banana's:
What the fuck am I doing?
I was contemplating my life choices that led up to this point, frozen banana in hand, bare ass cheeks out in my bathroom.
Ever since I could remember, the idea of embarrassing bathroom accidents has always turned me on. The urge, the desperation climbing, trying to look calm and collected, while inside you’re screaming for release. Then the inevitable comes, your muscles submitting to fatigue, and you feel the warm forces deep in your body uncontrollably make way to exit your body. Then you’re left shivering and shaking in the evidence of your moment of weakness, overwhelmed and humiliated to have do something so degrading. What are you, just as weak as a helpless dumb infant? Just the thought, I could feel the heat building in my face, blood rushing to my crotch.
Maybe it’s the complete lack of control. Or the failure, perhaps. I’ve never failed anything in my life. Really. None of the goals that have been set for me, at least. Good grades? Got that. Good college? Going there. Good job prospects? It’s promising. Beautiful girlfriend? That one was a surprise, but my parents took it well. And I’ve never let anyone down! Perhaps to a fault; I’ve always been a bit of a people pleaser… But I love the gratitude! And the way people let me know I did a job well done… “good work like always”… “Thank you so much!”…”I couldn’t have done it without your help”… I could go on. It makes me so happy that any discomfort is worth it! I’m no stranger to the grind in my life, for grades or good reputation. If I can make other people feel better, then how I feel doesn’t matter as much in the grand scheme of things!
The cool breeze against my butt cheeks snapped me back to reality. And I was holding a frozen banana. I had read online during one of my inebriated nights in, indulging my freaky fetish in the safe privacy of my room, that you pretty easily slide bananas up your butt when cool to touch, and the filling feeling was amazing. Best of all, clean up was really easy, relatively speaking.
The thought of filling my ass, feeling a weight in my “dirtier” entrance, made my breath catch. My asshole puckered involuntarily, and I lifted my leg up on the sink to brace myself. Looking in the mirror, I caught sight of myself. My dark pinkish pussy lips spread out amidst my dark pubic hair, and my asshole winked back at me. My strong legs supported my wide hips. The faintest happy trail ran from my full bush to my belly button, on a little roll of tummy. My butt was on the smaller side, but curvy. I have a narrow torso and naturally small waist, with broad, strong shoulders that make my unassuming C cups look a little smaller. In the air conditioning, my small nipples firmed up atop my large, pink-brown areolas. As I bent over, my chest hung down gently. I ran my free hand over one of my nipples, remembering my girlfriend’s touch, wishing she was her to sweetly run her tongue across them, all to see me squirm. Warmth filled my crotch again, and I felt my folds start to get wet. I ran my hand down to feel it, and a little clear trail clung to my finger when I lifted it up to inspect.
Fuck it. I want my ass filled so bad.
I rubbed the sticky mess on my hand onto the banana and took a deep breath. Gently, I prodded my asshole with the curvy end of the banana. Breathing in, I clenched and released. As my asshole opened, I made my move and began to push in. It slid in fairly easily, gliding past the sensitive nerves on the rim of my anus.
Ooooh… fuck yes…
My mind cleared, and the only thought I could muster was enjoying the girth of the banana sliding into my ass.
I’m being entered… Nghh- fuck… it feels so good.
I kept my breathing slow and deep and pushed the banana all the way into myself, moans escaping my lips. The leftover cold from the freezer was slightly shocking, and I could feel the temperature exchange quickly warm up the banana. I looked at myself, pathetically panting in the mirror. Pushing my finger in, I pushed it far up as I could, and finally my asshole closed around it, swallowing it up. The feeling of something foreign in my ass felt so good. Wetness dripped from my pussy and stuck to the tops of my inner thighs. All I could think about was increasing the delicious full feeling in my ass. I took another one I had peeled and impatiently pushed at against my yearning asshole. Pleasure pulsed throughout my whole body as I felt this one enter, even easier than the first one. Savoring the thick girth as I pushed it in, I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were totally flushed, and my tongue hung out of my mouth in bliss. Little flecks of banana mush surround my tight asshole. I gave my finger a finally thrust and felt the banana sit in my gut.
This warmth… feels so good…. The weight is pushing against my hole…
Dropping my leg back down onto the floor, I immediately clenched my ass. I could feel the ripe bananas turning into mush, warming up inside my body, felt so much heavier than I expected. My asshole pulsated, having to stay clenched as I felt the mush push down, trying to get out. If I dared relax it, the need to release was too much to bare.
Fuck me… this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I’m so fucking turned on.
I washed the banana off my hands and slid my fingers down to my vulva. My clit was swollen up, and buzzed at the touch. The entrance of my vagina was so slick with my own arousal, my fingers slid up and down, teasing myself. Then I felt my ass clench involuntarily again, and I plunged my fingers in. I was so wet, there was no resistance to three whole fingers. Curling over, I grabbed the sink edge for support, and began curling my fingers against my G-spot.
Oh god oh oh oHHH—Ngha… Haaa……haaAAAA!
Overwhelming pleasure flooded my body. Loud moans filled the bathroom as I mercilessly fingered myself, slow and steady. The load in my ass never got any less persistent. My stomach gurgled, and I could feel myself bloat a little. I already had a bit off a full bladder, and with the gas building up, my stomach bulged out. I leaned against the wall for support, and squeezed my stomach with my free hand, all the while still groaning with pleasure. As I kept fingering myself, I could feel my sphincter start to tire. Pulsing in time with my fingers, holding back the floodgates with my ass full, I came, shaking. In my climax, I felt my asshole relax, and desperately I bore down every muscle to fight it.
N-no! I can’t mess myself.
Wiping my forehead, I looked around at the mess of peels and pants around me.
Well. I guess I should clean up and go about my day.
I pulled up my underwear, tight little boxers with little cheeseburgers on them gripping my ass cheeks. I felt my bowels complain, gurgling still. Release would have to wait.
What’s the point if I don’t challenge myself?