Cucumber Fucker

The scent of dew filled the air as the pretty teenager walked down the street toward the bus stop. It was a soft morning, the late summer air still keeping a lingering warmth upon the ground, with birdsong already chirping cheerfully nearby. The sun flickered through the trees as she trod down the hill, one hand holding the strap of her pack. A pair of squirrels raced across the road in front of her, frolicking playfully. Yet the young lady didn’t even glance at them, her hopeless and desolate expression making it perfectly clear that she was plodding along, not with a bright and sunny disposition to match the day, but with emotional storm clouds thundering. 

As she approached the corner, the tension inside her increased. There were two girls already there, and both of them were staring up the road at her, eyes narrowed. The first was a junior girl named Carolyn, whose blonde, shoulder-length hair and impressive curves made her popular with the boys. Her companion was a senior girl, who despite the age difference, kowtowed to the younger, prettier girl. Tracy’s hair was short and she had a thin, narrow frame that didn’t sport much in the way of womanly curves. Still, both girls dressed to impress, with designer clothing and flashy jewelry.

“Well, well, well,” said Carolyn in a snide, mocking voice. “It’s Cucumber Fucker. Morning Cucumber Fucker. Had anything nice and thick inside that cunt of yours this morning?” 

The girl approaching slowed and then came to a halt, her eyes watering. She swallowed back the bile that had risen in her throat and with an agonized look, shook her head. “No, Mistress Carolyn. Nothing this morning. And please? My name is Heather.”

Tracy stepped up next to Carolyn, glaring at the girl across from them. “Your name is whatever we want it to be, Cucumber Fucker. And I’m going to call you that, because that is what you are. Or, do you need to see the video again?”

Heather almost burst out into sobs, but she shook her head. She’d seen the video over a dozen times as it was, each worse than before. It had been taken from outside her bedroom window late at night, the light from the lamp on her nightstand illuminating her naked body, spread open wide. In her hand was a giant, green cucumber, which Heather was busily thrusting into her shaved slit, pumping with animalistic lust. The video was over ten minutes long and concluded with an impressive orgasm, a spurt of fluids exploding out from around the thick vegetable, and Heather collapsing back into the pillows in obvious relief. All while Tracy had been outside her bedroom, capturing the entire session on camera. 

The confrontation had happened the next morning on the bus. Heather had sat down, bubbly and bright and in good spirits, only to be surprised as Carolyn and Heather had moved to the back of the bus, boxing her in. It was then that Tracy had first greeted Heather with the moniker “Cucumber Fucker,” utterly humiliating the startled and appalled girl. 

Carolyn looked up and down Heather’s body, only to focus on Heather’s skirt. “Time for a panty check,” she declared. “Do you want to just expose yourself for everyone driving by, like the slut you are? Or do you prefer another finger fuck like yesterday?”

Heather’s shoulders slumped. Carolyn had made it a rule that Heather didn’t wear panties to school two days before, only a day after Heather had been confronted with the video on the school bus. The first time Carolyn had demanded that Cucumber Fucker prove she wasn’t wearing panties, it had been at the bus stop. The quick flash Heather had given her, displaying her shaved slit, had been determined to be insufficient by the two blackmailers. Heather had been ordered to pull her skirt up all the way to her waist, then forced to stand there for almost a full minute, legs spread wide, showing off her ass and sex, at risk of being seen by any passing motorist. The next day she’d begged Carolyn not to make her expose herself. The alternative had been both physically embarrassing and violating.

Heather closed her eyes. “Please? Please don’t? I swear, I’m not wearing panties.”

Carolyn shook her head. “Sorry Cucumber Fucker. It doesn’t work like that. Either pull up the skirt and show us, or spread your legs for a quick check.”

Tracy laughed. “Tomorrow you should bring a cucumber for her to fuck. She’d like that.”

Carolyn nodded. “That is an excellent idea. Would you like that, Cucumber Fucker? A fresh veggie to have inside you?” 

Heather closed her eyes, then spread her legs wide, turning away. 

“Guess she wants the finger,” Tracy sneered. 

Carolyn brought her hand up between Heather’s legs, eliciting a startled gasp from the tormented girl. Heather felt Carolyn’s middle finger slide through her petals, knowing that the slickness she found there would result in further humiliation.

“Christ, Tracy. You should feel how fucking wet Cucumber Fucker is!” declared Carolyn. She didn’t stop wriggling her finger and Heather let out a whimper as she felt it dip deeper, then thrust into her body. “Her slit is a sodden mess. We are definitely bringing a cucumber for her tomorrow.”

“She can fuck it on the bus for us,” Tracy added with a grin, watching as Heather’s hips churned on Carolyn’s hand. 

“And during lunch, now that she sits at the ‘cool’ table,” Carolyn said, wriggling her finger and plunging it deep. Heather groaned, shaking as the stimulation began overwhelming her.

Tracy laughed. “Uh oh, Carolyn. It looks like Cucumber Fucker is going to explode on your hand. You know how she squirts. It was on the video.”

Carolyn wrinkled her nose, but didn’t slow the churning of her finger, or the fapping of her palm against Heather’s clit. “Eewww, you aren’t going to cum in my hand, are you Cucumber Fucker?” 

Heather gritted her teeth, closing her eyes as she struggled against Carolyn’s stimulation. The combination of utter humiliation mixed with the swirling, curling sensation inside her sent her sexual pressure skyrocketing. She whimpered, trying not to thrust her hips. 

“Oh look,” Tracy said conversationally, “car coming.” 

Heather jerked, but Carolyn’s finger curled and she held the shuddering girl in place. The sound of the vehicle filled Heather’s ears, but then it was past and it zoomed away. Still, it was too late. She mewled and tightened, then gasped as the unwanted orgasm filled her loins.

“Fuck!” Carolyn spat, yanking her hand out from between Heather’s legs. Her fingers were coated in girl goo, dripping onto the grass. “The car wasn’t the only thing cumming,” she snarled. Carolyn glanced around and then without a moment’s hesitation, wiped her hand on the pleats of Heather’s skirt. “Christ, you’re easy to trigger, Cucumber Fucker.” 

Heather stood there panting, her face flushed and she looked miserably at the two girls. Then Tracy touched Carolyn’s elbow and pointed. A big yellow school bus rumbled into view and Carolyn grinned. “Wow. Good timing Cucumber Fucker. Another minute and you’d have been putting on quite the show.”

Heather looked away miserably. How could she feel good physically, while being horrified emotionally? Tracy moved behind her, while Carolyn took the lead and the three girls climbed up into the almost empty bus, moving to the very back. Heather knew better than to try to warn the driver, an old man who barely nodded at them, and she knew that trying to sit elsewhere, away from Carolyn and Tracy, would only result in their threat being carried out. 

Everyone would see the video.

At the back of the bus, Heather slid into the bench seat next to Carolyn while Tracy sat in the row in front of them, turning to kneel and look back at Heather. The second the bus started moving, Carolyn patted Heather on the knee, pushing up her skirt again to expose the girl’s slit. Heather looked away, knowing that pressing her thighs together, or covering back up wasn’t allowed.

“Look,” Tracy teased. “Cucumber Fucker finally figured it out.” 

Carolyn nodded. “Well, anyone who likes to fuck cucumbers probably likes to spread their legs wide apart. And that’s you, isn’t it Cucumber Fucker?”

Heather whimpered. “Yes Carolyn,” she whispered. 

A sharp, hard slap on her thigh followed and Heather yelped, looking at Carolyn. “What? Why did you hit me?” 

“Because I said wide apart, bitch.” 

Heather’s bottom lip trembled and she opened her legs even more.

“She’s getting the seat wet,” Tracy said in a disgusted tone. “She likes it, Carolyn.”

Carolyn smiled. “Well, it’s not a cucumber, but I’ve got something fun for you today.” She reached into her backpack and produced a handful of colorful, plastic clothespins. “There are five of them, and each is a different color.” She nudged Heather with her elbow. “What color do you want on your clit?”

Heather almost burst into tears. “Please… please… I don’t want any of them on my clit!” 

Tracy rolled her eyes and produced her phone. “So, who do you want me to send the video to, Carolyn? Coach Hampton?”

Heather stiffened in horror, glancing up. “Wait! Please! No!”

Tracy glared back at Heather. “I’m sorry, Cucumber Fucker. Was there a specific color peg you wanted on your clit?”

Heather gulped. “Pink. I’d like pink please.”

Carolyn smiled warmly. “Great choice!” She said, plucking the pink clothespin out of her palm. “Now, this won’t be comfortable, but it should keep your naughty little mind off of shoving big, thick, hard vegetables into your cunt.” She pinched it open and brought it down between Heather’s thighs. Heather watched in alarm as the plastic pincers on the end surrounded her clit, and then bit down harshly. She hissed and twitched, but Carolyn began tapping the clothespin, wiggling it around.

“That’s not too distracting, right?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Tomorrow we will definitely bring a cucumber for you, and you can fuck it right here on the bus for us.”

Tracy nodded. “And at lunch. Won’t that be fun? You trying not to be obvious, but shoving that cucumber into your snatch over and over? Gotta prove you earned that nickname, right Cucumber Fucker?” 

Heather brought her hands up to her face, wiping away her tears, but she didn’t close her legs. She could feel her sexual juices frothing as her body continued to respond directly to the degrading words of the two girls, and from the sexual pain of the clothespin on her clit. Carolyn lifted another one of the plastic pegs and delicately attached it to Heather’s labia. She worked her way up and down the trembling girl’s sex, until all the clothespins hung from Heather’s folds. 

“Now,” said Carolyn carefully. “I’m sure you’re wondering when you can take those off.”

Heather jerked in her seat. “Wait,” she said in shock. “You mean I have to go to school like this?” She demanded.

Carolyn snickered as Tracy nodded. “Well of course. It will be fun to see you waddling around,” Tracy replied.

“But don’t worry,” Carolyn added. “We have a way for you to get them off.” She reached back into her bag and pulled out five slips of paper, each color coded to match the clothespins. “I printed these up last night. What do you think?” She asked cheerfully, thrusting one up in front of Heather’s face. “Read it out loud.” Heather blinked, still trying to cope with the sensation of her pussy pinched and clamped. It took a moment for her to read the paper.

“The bearer of this coupon is entitled to one free blowjob from Heather McLaren, also known as…C-c-cucumber fucker,” Heather sniffed, starting to cry. “And… and Upon… upon presentation will be given a thorough cock sucking.”

“Isn’t that cool?” Carolyn asked with a grin. “See, Tracy and I are going to give these out, or maybe just leave a few on some of the cafeteria tables. Maybe some of them will get thrown out, which is bad for your pussy, since you won’t be able to remove those clothespins until you get off the bus this afternoon. But if you’re lucky, some guy will come up to you, present you the coupon, and after you suck him off, you can take the corresponding color peg off your pussy.”

Heather shook her head, eyes wide in near panic. “I can’t!” She sniveled. “I can’t! Please! Don’t do this to me! Please don’t make me!” 

Carolyn frowned. “Tracy, I think you’re right. Coach Hampton. He’ll recognize Cucumber Fucker right away.”

Tracy nodded and lifted her phone. “Who do you think he’ll call first? Cucumber Fucker’s mom? Or student services?” 

Carolyn looked thoughtful. “Her mom, most definitely.” 

Tracy nodded then gave Heather an excited look.. “Hey! Do you want to see the version of the video where we added a soundtrack?”

Carolyn grinned. “Oh yell yeah!” She looked at Heather. “You’ll like it. It’s one of those rap songs all about wanting to get fucked.”

“I even added a closeup of your face,” Tracy said with a smile. She lifted her hand, holding up her phone and Heather lurched upward, grabbing Tracy’s wrist.

“Please! No! Fine! I’ll do it!” She pleaded, begging desperately. Then she looked at Tracy’s angry face in sudden alarm. “Wait! I’m sorry I touched you! I didn’t mean it!” 

Tracy yanked her hand away and looked at Carolyn, who gave Heather a dark look. “Well, some cucumber fuckers don’t seem to learn,” she said softly. “I think that means a punishment.”

Heather practically broke down. “I’m sorry! Please? Please?!” She said swiftly. 

Tracy clicked her tongue and shook her head, even as Carolyn smiled. “Doesn’t work that way Cucumber Fucker. What do you think, Tracy? Ten strokes?” 

Tracy shook her head, rubbing at her wrist. “No way. Fifteen at least.” 

Heather burst into tears as Tracy lifted a finger and spun it around. Heather let out choked sob, but slowly stood up. She turned around and knelt in the seat, staring out the back window. 

“Don’t forget your shirt, Cucumber Fucker,” Carolyn warned as she lifted the back of Heather’s skirt, baring the girl’s cute little bottom. With trembling hands, Heather lifted the hem of her shirt upward, staring out at the road behind the bus. The window was filthy, but she knew that wouldn’t prevent anyone behind the bus from seeing her breasts as she exposed them, then rested the full weight of her bosom on the back of the seat. She knelt there, trying not to cry, as she waited for the coming spank. Behind her, Tracy lifted her phone and began creating another video, the seventh in a whole collection of “cucumber fucker” sex tapes.

“Well, Cucumber Fucker touched me again,” narrated Tracy. “She doesn’t seem to learn, so right now she’s going to get fifteen spanks to that fine, sweet ass.”  

It was Carolyn who hit Heather, a solid, firm swat with an open hand, hard upon the right flank. Heather felt her hips slam forward against the seat back and groaned as the clothespins on her pussy wiggled and pinched as she struggled to keep her knees wide enough apart. 

“Here's a question,” opined Tracy, clearly for the intended audience. “Do you think that cucumber fuckers like this one enjoy getting cucumber fucked in the ass?” Heather gritted her teeth as the next blow came a moment later, again from Carolyn, who aimed for the other cheek with similar force. It wasn’t the first spanking that Heather had gotten since the girls had first shown her the video. It wasn’t even the second or third, and the rule against touching them was inviolate.

“Maybe we test that tomorrow,” Carolyn added, giving Heather another spank, eliciting a warped cry from her. “After she fucks her pussy with the cucumber, maybe we turn her around and see about shoving it up her ass.”

Tracy hummed. “Bet she likes it, a cucumber fucker like her.”

“Today though, she’s going to suck cock,” Carolyn explained, giving Heather another swat. The girl yelped and trembled, gripping the back of the seat and keeping her bare breasts exposed to the window. “Five times, if she’s lucky.”

Tracy tittered. “If you count that as luck. You know, we never addressed whether or not Cucumber Fuckers swallow.”

Another spank landed and Heather jerked. “You know,” Carolyn agreed. “You’re right. What do you say Cucumber Fucker? Do good Cucumber Fuckers swallow?” Carolyn hit Heather again. “Answer me!” 

Heather shuddered. It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to answer, but more along the lines of she didn’t know what to answer. She’d never even sucked a boy’s cock before! “I don’t know!” She finally wailed. “I’m sorry! I don’t know!” 

“Well, that’s disappointing,” Tracy said. “If she doesn’t swallow it, where is she going to put it?”

Carolyn laughed. “Her tits, obviously.” She gave Heather another stinging blow to the bottom. “Isn’t that right, Cucumber Fucker?”

Heather nodded frantically, her bottom starting to burn horribly. “Yes! Yes!”

“You’re going to swallow all that cum, or you’ll let it coat your boobs?” Carolyn asked, punctuating the sentence with another spank.

“Yes!” Heather blurted out, her bottom shaking left and right. Carolyn gave her another swat. 

“We will see, won’t we?” Carolyn replied, rubbing Heather’s bottom. “How many strokes was that?” She asked. 

“Um… nine I think,” replied Tracy. 

Carolyn grinned. “Good. Six more to go.” She pushed a hand along Heather’s thigh, slipping it up to the poor girl’s clothespinned pussy. “I kind of want to put a finger in her to see if she’s clenching when I spank her, but the clothespins are in the way.”

Heather let out a squeal as Carolyn tugged the pink one off,, then lifted it up. “Here, put this on your nipple until I’m done with your spanking.” Heather reached out, shaking, and took the plastic clothespin.

“Wait, I want to get this on tape,” Tracy said quickly, moving around to Heather’s side. She held the phone up, getting the entire sordid affair as Heather pinched the plastic peg open and then let it bite down on her breast. “Okay. Spank her now,” Tracy added, making sure not to get any of Carolyn’s face in the frame. 

Carolyn grinned and pushed her hand back up along Heather’s loins. Heather gasped audibly as Carolyn jammed not one, but two fingers into her hot and slippery hole. Heather couldn’t help herself and she began thrusting against Carolyn’s hand.

“Looks like the cucumber fucker likes more than just vegetables,” Tracy observed. “Look at her pump!” She hummed. “Wow. You should see the way the clothespin on her tit bounces when she does that.

Carolyn gave Heather another hard spank. “Ten. Hold on. Let me get another clothespin,” she said, pulling one of the spares off Heather’s labia. She held it up. “Here, Cucumber Fucker. Put that on your other tit.” 

Heather quickly grabbed the clothespin as the bus continued to bounce along. Just as it closed down on her other nipple, she spotted movement outside the window and realized a car was approaching from behind the bus.

“A… a car!” She gasped, even as Carolyn hit her again. 

Tracy kept filming, but Carolyn pulled on Heather’s pussy. “Dip down enough to hide your breasts.”

Heather crouched a little, but then squealed when Carolyn hit her bottom again. This time though, the clothespins on Heather’s nipples had nowhere to go and were forced to twist outward. Heather cried out, squealing, her face a mask of pain, but then the car that had swung in behind them passed on the left and Heather quickly set her tits back on the top of the seat again. 

“Please,” she whimpered. 

“Please what, Cucumber Fucker?” Carolyn smacked her hard on the bottom. 

“Please can I cum?” Heather bleated, shaking her ass back and forth. Her hips were churning desperately, pumping against Carolyn’s hand. 

Carolyn looked at Tracy who shook her head silently. “No,” Carolyn said wickedly, giving Heather another spank. “First of all you, you already had an orgasm. Second, you’re a cucumber fucker and my hand is not a cucumber.” She drew her fingers out of Heather’s cunt. “Here, suck these clean, Cucumber Fucker.” 

Heather twisted in the seat, her hands cupping her clamped breasts. The clothespins jiggled as she opened her mouth and obediently sucked her own juices off of Carolyn’s fingers. Tracy kept filming, being careful not to show Carolyn. Heather shuddered, eyes closed, trying not to think about Tracy and her camera phone. 

“Two more spanks,” Tracy advised. Carolyn nodded. “Back in position, Cucumber Fucker.”

Heather set her breasts on the top of the seat once more, trembling. “Please,” she whimpered. “I just need to cum…” But then the sharp crack of Carolyn’s hand slamming into Heather’s butt interrupted Heather’s begging and the girl squirmed beautifully, gasping as the stinging heat seared her. 

“Next time,” Carolyn told Tracy, “you’re doing the spanking and I’ll videotape.” Tracy laughed and Carolyn gave Heather the final swat. Heather mewled and her hips flashed from side to side.

“Okay, sit back down and spread your legs. You need to move the clothespins back to your cunt.”

Heather, panting and wriggling, turned back around. Tracy’s phone captured the desperate look in the poor girl’s eyes. “Do it, Cucumber Fucker. Move the clothespins back to that cucumber fucking hole of yours.” 

Heather’s hand shook as she pinched open the two clothespins on her breasts and moved them down between her legs. Her shirt fell downward, covering up her chest, but she concentrated solely on getting the two plastic pegs back on her labia and clit.

“No, you stupid cucumber fucker,” said Carolyn. “The pink one goes on your clit.” 

Heather whimpered as she moved it to the proper spot on her sex. Discomfort rocked through her as Tracy smiled, nodded, and shut off the camera. “Great video,” she confirmed.

“Tomorrow,” said Carolyn, “We’ll actually have a cucumber for her to fuck.” She handed two of the blowjob coupons to Tracy, who took them with a smile. 

“This will be fun!” She declared, looking down at Heather. “Won’t it, Cucumber Fucker?” 

And Heather nodded hopelessly.



 *** 



Slowly, agonizingly, Heather climbed onto the bus, the salty, bitter taste of boy cum fresh in her mouth. At the back of the bus, Carolyn and Tracy were waiting expectantly and Heather almost burst into tears as she headed toward them. 

“Hello Cucumber Fucker,” Carolyn said brightly. “How did cock sucking go? Are you a cucumber fucking cock sucker?” 

Tracy laughed. “Do we need to get a video of you fucking a cucumber, while sucking cock?”

Heather stared at them and Tracy pushed her down into the seat. “Show me your cunt,” Carolyn demanded. Heather, her eyes staring off into the distance, slowly pulled up her skirt. Only one clothespin remained, the pink one, dangling from her clit. 

“Oh my,” Tracy complimented. “Did you get all the coupons back?” She asked curiously.

Heather blinked, then reached into the pocket of her bookbag. Slowly, she pulled four slips of paper out and handed them over. Her hand shook as Carolyn took them

“Goody,” Carolyn said wickedly. “We can use them again tomorrow.” 

“What about the pink one?” Tracy asked.

Carolyn shrugged. “I can always print a new pink one. Would you like that Cucumber Fucker?”

“Cock sucker,” Tracy added.

A single tear fell from Heather’s eye and she looked at the two girls. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?” She whimpered. 

"Us?" Exclaimed Carolyn. "You didn’t do anything to us. You did it to a fucking cucumber. Don't you remember?" She looked over at Tracy. "Show her the video."

"No! Please!" whimpered Heather. "I don't need to see it again!"

"How did it feel walking around all day with those clothespins on your pussy?" Carolyn queried. 

"Awful," Heather groaned. "But it was worse when the boys came up to me." She drew in a ragged breath, clearly on the verge of bawling. "They… they… they called me Cucumber Fucker!" She tried to hold it back, but it still came back and she began crying. Carolyn gave Tracy a clever look and then wrapped her arm around Heather in a comforting fashion. 

"Sssshhh, there, there," Carolyn said in a cooing voice. "I know it's tough, but you made four guys very, very happy today and you proved that cucumber isn't the only thing you can put inside you. Did you fuck any off them?"

Heather's head jerked up. "What! No!" She declare. "It was bad enough having to kneel there and suck on their cocks while they called me all sorts of disgusting names!"

Carolyn nodded. "I know, I know, but I can't help wondering if you had even one orgasm. Did you touch yourself while you sucked? I’ll bet you did, a cucumber fucker like you. Didn’t you?"

Heather's voice broke and she began sobbing. "That’s the w-w-worst-t-t! I d-d-did! T-t-t-twice!"

"Did you swallow like a good Cucumber Fucker should?" Tracy asked.

Heather looked up, nodding. "For three of them. One was just…" she shuddered and looked away, only to then pull up her shirt. Her breasts sported a flaky crust of dried white streaks. 

"Well, it's too bad that no one came forward to remove that last clothespin from your clit," said Carolyn cheerfully. "You had to suffer all day." 

"Please? Can I take it off now?"

Carolyn shook her head as the bus began moving. "Not until you get off the bus," she insisted.  Heather looked miserable. "But you can give me the other four back. I might have you wear them tomorrow. You know, between your cucumber fucks." 

Her hand shaking, Heather handed over the already redeemed coupons. Carolyn tucked them into her bag, and then, sitting next to Heather, flipped the girl’s skirt up.

“Spread your legs, Cucumber Fucker,” she ordered.

Heather obeyed, trembling. Carolyn reached down and began tapping the clothespin, wiggling it, twisting it. Heather gasped, eyes wide as her pussy surged with wetness. 

“Do you like that, Cucumber Fucker?” Carolyn asked. Tracy, who was sitting in the seat in front of them, twisted around, her phone in hand again, filming Heather’s crotch as Carolyn teased her. “Getting wet, aren’t you?”

Heather nodded, gritting her teeth. 

“What a slut you are, Cucumber Fucker!” The clothespin continued to move and twist and torment Heather’s clit. Then Carolyn pulled on it, stretching out Heather’s tiny, aching nub. Tracy shut off the camera and looked at Carolyn. “We’re almost at our stop,” she said. 

Carolyn nodded and let go of the clothespin. “Fix your skirt, Cucumber Fucker,” she sneered.

Heather wiped away a tear, humiliated. She covered herself, her thighs trembling, disgusted at the wetness of her pussy. The bus rolled to a stop and Tracy, then Carolyn pushed down the aisle. 

For a moment, Heather almost didn’t get off the bus. What if she just kept riding? Riding away from the two bullies. But then she closed her eyes. She had no choice. There was nowhere else to go. Slowly she stood up, walked down the aisle, and got off the bus. Carolyn and Tracy were standing a few feet away, quietly talking, then Carolyn glanced back at Heather, eyes glittering. 

Heather, her face crimson, turned and hurried away. She only made it about forty feet.

“Hey Cucumber Fucker,” Carolyn’s voice called out. 

Heather ignored it, picking up the pace. 

“Hey! Heather!” 

And Heather slowed. And stopped. She looked back. Tracy was walking the other direction, toward her house, but Carolyn was walking fast toward Heather, her blonde hair bobbing.

“Wait,” Carolyn ordered. “I want to take that last clothespin off of you.”

Heather held still and closed her eyes. Not here. Not in public. Not like this. She felt Carolyn step in front of her and took a deep breath.

Heather opened her eyes… 

To see the last coupon. Carolyn was holding it, her face pink, eyes bright.

“Not a blowjob,” Carolyn said. “But… I want to feel your tongue on me.” 

Heather blinked. 

Carolyn gulped. “And then,” Carolyn said roughly, “I’ll take off the clothespin and make you cum. I have a cucumber at my house.”

Heather stared at her. Carolyn bit her bottom lip. “Please?”

And Heather reached out and took Carolyn’s hand. “Okay,” she said softly. 

***

It was almost two hours later when Carolyn screamed in absolute ecstasy. She was naked, laying on her bed, the pink comforter pulled away, her legs spread, knees bent, as Heather pumped the massive green vegetable in and out of Carolyn’s pussy. Heather’s tongue darted against the girl’s clitoris, stabbing and lapping at the sensitive little nub as the blonde girl writhed and shuddered. Then came the orgasm, the squelching sound of the thick organic dildo pistoning through Carolyn’s cunt, loud and clear.

Clear enough to be heard through the cracked window, by the microphone, right next to the video camera on the cell phone, video taping the entire thing.