Need for Fresh

In our small town, there were no supermarkets or malls. When we needed vegetables we either went to the mandi, the vegetable market that was set up in the open turf near the town centre, or vendors brought them to our localities to sell them. In our neighbourhood, there was a regular vendor who came every day to sell us vegetables and the women were quite familiar and happy with his fresh vegetables and rates. It was a very convenient system.

At one time though, our regular vegetable vendor had been absent for a while and I heard my mother and aunts complaining about it daily as they had to trek to the mandi to do their shopping. This meant a walk of about 15-20 minutes and additional expenditure when they had to pay to haul the vegetables back in a rickshaw. With a household of over twenty people, buying fresh vegetables was a daily affair and the disappearance of our vendor who came to our locality really bothered them and put an additional trip to the market in their day.

So it was with a sense of joy that we heard the familiar hawking coming from the street after an absence of about a week. But it was a different voice that sent out the familiar refrain. All of us ran out to see and that was when I set my eyes on Veenu, our old vendor’s son.

He explained to us that his father was sick and had been unable to do his rounds that he had been doing for thirty years, and was understandably distraught about it. He felt like he was letting us all down by making us go far to buy vegetables and giving us unnecessary trouble. So he had asked his son to take up his post till he recovered. And so here was Veenu.

At that time I was unaware of what we would get up to, and I remember holding back a little while my mother, aunts and elder sister crowded around his rickety bicycle and bartered with him for the produce. I was a young girl and not really interested in cooking yet. My sister was taking up her training in the kitchen for the moment to prepare her for her upcoming wedding, so I was off the hook. I didn’t really care much what they bought or what they cooked.

After a while when the excitement of the new vegetable seller died down and my mother moved from her place with her vegetable basket, I got a clear view of Veenu. I had not noticed him before with all the ladies rushing forward and the fuss of the bartering and the general delight of the vendor finally showing up.

But when I had my first clear look at him, I noticed that he was quite good-looking. He had very soft brown hair that he wore a little longer than usual and beautiful brown eyes. He always had a smile while bantering with my mother and aunts and an easy familiarity and confidence while interacting. His dress of shirt and pants, though not at all expensive, still was better than the kurta and dhoti of his father. I liked him.

Veenu became a common thing during that time, merrily hawking his vegetables down our street, most of the time coming into our courtyard with his small basket to bring something that my mother or aunts had asked for in advance the day before. His sunny disposition and easy smile while bartering endeared him to the neighbourhood and before long he was even more liked than his father. This meant he could command slightly higher prices and he was obliged by the matronly ladies and young girls of the locality. Maybe this suited their family well, because we didn’t see his father return for a long time… almost three months.

Almost every day of those months, I peeked at him from a first floor window or the balcony when he came, making as if I was just hanging out. It wasn’t like I was infatuated with him or anything of that sort. He was just easy on the eyes.

A few times our eyes met when I was looking at him. Sometimes he just spared a small glimpse when there was someone with him, but when he wasn’t being watched by anyone, he usually looked up and our eyes met for longer periods of time. He usually gave me a smile while looking at me. There was definitely interest there too.

Usually, Veenu came around ten in the morning, the prefect time for the midday meal to start being planned in the minds of the women. His calls came regularly at that time from the street; we could have set the time with his regularity.

One day, after nearly a month of his starting to sell the vegetables on our route, he was late. It was already ten-thirty and he was nowhere to be seen. My mother and aunts were impatiently banging stuff together in the kitchen, grumbling under their breath at him while keeping an ear cocked for his call. They all had planned to go to the market for some shopping for an upcoming wedding, and had planned to cook lunch before leaving, but now their plans were starting to fizzle out.

Their mood was getting darker by the second as they cooked rice and dal with some leftover bhaji from the day before. It was definitely not enough and they would have to cook at least two dishes again later on in the day for the meal at night. Usually we just ate the same thing for dinner with an additional sabzi but they didn’t need to cook twice like they would have to do that day.

When midday came and went, they finished their cooking and called us to lunch. I hurriedly finished the dal-chawal and bhaji, eager to escape the black mood. Then they cleaned up and left, taking my sister with them. I had told them I didn’t want to be stuck with them buying jewellery or saris. All that stuff didn’t interest me then and that was how I was left alone in the house.

In only about fifteen minutes or so after they had left, I heard the familiar call from the street. It was Veenu with his vegetables. I chuckled to myself and murmured a small curse under my breath. He could have come a few minutes earlier and caught my mother and aunts. They would have blasted him with their words but at least bought what they wanted for the night’s meal.

I wondered whether I should buy anything or not, whether to even open the front door and see what he had to offer. My mother or aunts had not left any instructions on what to do if he came, so I was still in two minds when an idea occurred to me. I decided to play with the poor guy a little bit… just test him to see how far he would go. Nothing outrageous, just some fun was what I had in mind.

Veenu came up to our door and knocked.

I was ready for him. I opened the door. “Why are you so late today?” I asked even before I had the door fully open.

“Sorry, sorry! I got late today as the mandi started out late. There was some municipality pipe leak and the whole place was flooded, so they had to deal out of the backs of trucks and autos. It was such a pain trying to find all my regular people and trying to get vegetables out of the madness. It was too much confusion everywhere,” he explained. He craned his neck in to peek behind me. “Is your mother in?” he asked.

“No, but show me what you have,” I demanded.

“Your aunt wanted some potatoes and tomatoes yesterday,” he said. “I got them for her. Is she in?”

“No, nobody is at home. They all went out to the market,” I said.

“They should have just waited for me,” he said as his face fell.

“No, no. Not to buy vegetables. Just to do some other shopping. What else did aunt want? Do you know?”

“No, she just said to get potatoes and tomatoes and I have them here in the small basket,” he said, heaving it out from the bigger one on the back of his bicycle. “Do you want anything else?” he asked, his smile accompanying the words.

I hesitated a bit, letting a frown come onto my face. “I don’t know. Did they say anything else yesterday?”

“No, they didn’t say anything but usually they buy some pudina, kari patta, dhania patta and hari mirch everyday,” he replied, naming mint leaves, curry leaves, coriander and green chillies.

“Okay. Put in as many as they buy,” I said.

“It’s nice that you are doing the shopping today. I never get to see you,” he said as he picked out a few bunches of mint leaves, curry leaves and coriander with a handful of green chillies and dropped them into the smaller basket intended for our house.

I gave him a smile.

“Anything else?” he asked, his smile broadening a bit as he met my eyes.

“I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “I don’t know what else they want. If you had only come in a few minutes earlier you would have caught them,” I grumbled good-naturedly.

“Sorry, Miss,” he said, bowing his head and fiddling with his basket. “It really wasn’t my fault.”

“Okay, okay. Come, put your basket the kitchen. It looks heavy,” I said and backed away from the open door where we had been standing.

He followed me into the courtyard and then into the small room off the kitchen where we stored grain and other things we bought in bulk. He didn’t come into the kitchen though as he had his chappals on, so he stopped just beyond the threshold and set the basket down just inside the door.

“How much?” I asked him, referring to the money I needed to pay him.

“Don’t worry, I will take it from your aunt tomorrow,” he said with a smile and made to leave.

I stopped him with my words. “Why? You don’t want to get paid by my hand or something?”

“No, no! Nothing like that. I just didn’t know if you had the money, and it’s okay if I ask them for it tomorrow. They’ll give it to me,” he replied hurriedly, trying not to offend me.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t have the money with me. Tell me how much. And don’t try to raise prices or cheat me because the elders aren’t here,” I cautioned.

His hand went to the back of his neck and he started stroking himself as he glanced at the ceiling, trying to add up the prices in his head. He started murmuring. “Thirty rupees for potatoes, fifteen for…”

“What?! Thirty? How many kilos are there? Five?” I butt in. “I’m not paying your ridiculous prices.”

He sighed. “Miss, I am asking you for a very reasonable amount. Almost cost to cost. If your aunt was there, I would have asked for thirty-five,” he said, grinning at me.

“Oh? Why this discount for me?”

“Just for a pretty girl like you,” he replied.

I felt a tingle in my stomach. He was flirting with me!

“And this is the first time you’re buying from me. So… for that reason also,” he added.

“And you also know that if I pay you more than the price of these things, my aunt will have your head tomorrow,” I said.

He laughed at that. “That is also right,” he agreed.

“So tell me truthfully. How much?”

He considered a bit. “Okay, twenty-eight for the potatoes, fifteen for the tomatoes….” He saw that I was going to cut in, so hurried with, “Miss, see how many there are! Fifteen is very reasonable. And twelve for the hara masala,” he finished, referring to the greens. “All together fifty-five. Nice round figure.”

As he said that, his gaze dropped to my breasts. There was no mistaking which rounded figure he was referring to.

“I will give you fifty,” I replied.

I waited a beat, licked my lips and added, “That is an even more round figure.”

His eyes shot to mine and he tried to determine if I had understood his meaning. These were dangerous waters.

Even as he was considering what to say next, I moved my dupatta slightly and slipped my hand down the neck of my shirt.

The look on his face was priceless. His mouth almost dropped open and he simply stood there, gaping at me.

I took my time fumbling in there and then pulled out a fifty rupee note, warm from lying in my bra next to my breast. I offered it to him, but he took a moment to just blink, so I took his hand in mine and handed it to him.

He gulped and looked down at my hand holding his.

“Is that okay… or do you still want more?” I asked him suggestively.

His response was a little guarded, but immediate. “More,” he said in a low voice.

“Five more?” I asked, teasing him.

He cleared his throat and was beginning to reply when I leaned into him, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. His lips were warm and soft.

He was still standing there like a statue and I suddenly wondered if I had gone too far. I had intended to flirt with him and the act of fishing out the money from my bra was planned, but other than that, I hadn’t really thought about where it would lead. But with my lips against his, I made a decision that I would go as far as he would let me. When else would we get such a perfect opportunity? And to waste it would be… sinful.

Making up my mind, I leaned into him some more and nibbled at his lips. He was still cautious. I opened up my lips and coaxed his mouth open with my tongue, then plunged it in.

I knew I had to guide him because he wasn’t sure about how far he could go. If we were caught, both of us would be in deep trouble. It could be a huge stink, and he knew it. He might be beaten or worse, run out from the neighbourhood where he sold his vegetables. His very livelihood was threatened. So I wouldn’t fault him for trying to be careful. But I was getting impatient too. How long would he just stand like that?

“Veenu, kiss me,” I said against his mouth.

He started moving his lips against mine, tentatively.

At least that was some progress. I started moving back, pulling him with me to a corner of the storeroom. When the back of my legs hit something, I sat down, knowing they were sacks of rice or wheat that I had bumped up against. His mouth disengaged from mine.

The corner was dark as the light didn’t hit that part of the room from the courtyard, and I situated myself comfortably on the pile of sacks. I could only see him as a shadowy form.

“No one can see us here if they suddenly come in from the front door,” I told him. “And we will also hear them long before they stumble upon us. There are lots of hiding places between the sacks. Be comfortable.”

He nodded.

I hooked my hands behind his head and pulled him back to me. He came willingly and started kissing me again. This time, it was a deep kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth as he pressed his lips into mine.

I took up his hands and placed them on my waist. In a moment, he started squeezing. I was starting to get horny with the excitement of the situation running through my veins, pooling in the pit of my stomach and leaking out of my pussy. Even though this was not my first time doing this with a guy, this was the first time I had planned it or taken the lead like this. I felt so much in control, like I could make him do anything. And I was going to.

I moved back a bit and looked up at him. “Would you like me to take this off?” I asked, holding my dupatta in my hand.

He nodded and I took it off and flung it onto the ground.

“Would you like to touch me?” I asked him next.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Come then,” I said as I took his hand in mine and placed it directly on my right breast.

He hesitated for only a moment, then started squeezing my breast in his palm. I had good-sized breasts and I felt like they fit in his hands perfectly. I started breathing heavily with the heavenly feelings running through me. I felt drugged and the whole thing was so exciting and I was so wet down there.

In a minute, both his hands were on my chest and he was taking handfuls of my soft breasts and kneading them hard. I liked the little bit of pain he was giving me and started pushing my chest out, hungry for more. I wanted to feel his hands on my naked flesh.

“Do you want to touch me from inside the shirt?” I asked him.

His response was to just step away to let me drag my shirt up over my stomach so that he had more room. He thrust his hands inside and came up to my breasts, but my bra prevented his hands from touching my naked mounds.

I just reached behind me and let the catch of my bra loose.

He realised what I had done the moment the bra came loose and he pushed his hands under there and finally I felt him on my breasts. He started kneading my boobs with his hands inside my clothes and I couldn’t stop myself from giving out small moans and sighs in encouragement.

I was in ecstasy but I still wanted more. My hunger of the flesh was just getting started. He was stoking it to a high fever that ran through me and the more he touched me, the more wanton I wanted to become.

I moved my hand to the front of his pants and lightly brushed him. I could feel his hard cock straining against the material so I moulded my palm to his crotch, trying to get a feel of him.

He pushed his hips towards me and I felt him, hard and eager. I cupped his outline, trying to hold him through the material. When that didn’t work, I settled with just rubbing my palm up and down his hardness. I could feel him growing bigger and harder as I kept up the gentle rubbing.

His hands on my breasts were tormenting me. The more he touched me, the more I wanted to be naked, free of all the clothes obstructing us. I took hold of the edge of my shirt and lifted it up, over my head and off. My bra, I left on, hanging loosely over my upper body as that was not going to be such a problem as the tight shirt I had been wearing.

Veenu just moved the bra away a little and had access to my boobs, which he exploited immediately with great affect. He started squeezing them and taking my nipples between his fingers and pressing gently.

“Mmm… that feels so good,” I murmured as lightning bolts shot through my body, straight from my nipples to my pussy.

My hands on his body also sped up, applying more pressure and almost rubbing him too enthusiastically in the process. I wanted him naked too. So I boldly went to the fastening on his pants and started fumbling with it, finally getting it open and then I tried to slip my hand inside. It was a tight fit as I had not yet opened the zip, but I could touch his stomach and the little curly hair disappearing like an arrow into regions below. For the moment, that was enough. I felt his warm skin and raspy hair against my soft hands as my hands roamed his stomach.

Both of us were in such a passion but I still knew I had to take the lead in whatever happened next as Veenu was probably going to be cautious and go only where I took him.

“Open your zip,” I told him. “I want to see and touch you also.”

He opened his zip and separated the ends of his pants, offering his underwear clad hips to me. I could see his hard cock outlined clearly, so I just put my hand on it. He put his hand on mine and pressed it into himself, closing his eyes and groaning with pleasure.

He held his shirt up with one hand and with the other, moved my hand roughly against him, pressing into me and moving against it, pleasuring himself. I was willing to give him that for a while and I let him do whatever he wanted. I sat back and watched his jaw clenched with the emotions assaulting him. He kept rubbing himself against my hand, establishing an up and down motion, until I felt him grow rock hard. His underwear was moved a little by the way he was rubbing against my hand and suddenly I felt something wet and smooth against my hand. I looked down and I saw the top of his cock peeking out from his briefs.

I stopped what he was doing by trying to pull my hand out and immediately he stopped and let me go.

“I want to see it,” I said when he looked at me.

Bending down, I slowly freed him from the briefs, pulling the cloth down and extracting his cock. I wrapped a hand around the shaft, holding him free of the material. I marvelled at the design of the thing, hard like a rod but smooth and velvety to the touch. I loved touching cocks.

I slowly started running my hand up and down his member, not enough to actually jerk him off, but pleasuring him all the same. With my other hand I burrowed into his underwear and cupped his balls, weighing them in my palm, squeezing them gently. The male genitalia were definitely a piece of art. I felt like I could touch him and be fascinated by doing just that for hours.
His balls curled up into themselves and his cock became harder, if that was possible. I felt like he was getting close to coming, but I didn’t want that, so I let him go and looked up at him.

“Do you want to touch mine too?”

His eyes were glazed over but he nodded at my question.

“Okay,” I said and started untying the cord of my salwar. I wasn’t wearing any panties. As I loosened and slipped the salwar open, I leaned back on the sacks and spread my legs a little, inviting him to touch me the way I had touched him.

He just stared.

“You can touch,” I told him in an amused voice.

He snaked a hand forward and laid it on my thigh.

“Higher, Veenu,” I said.

He moved it barely and inch up towards my pussy.

I reached down and cupped my mound with my hand over my salwar.

“Here,” I told him.

His hand replaced mine and he cupped me the way I had been doing it. I sighed at the pleasure of his hand on my cunt and bore down a bit, trying to get him to apply pressure. I sat up and pulled him forward, between my spread legs and then pulled his head down to mine, demanding to be kissed.

He obliged.

We kissed each other like that with his hands touching me intimately and I also thrust my hands and took him into my grip, savouring a hard cock in my hands. He started getting insistent with his hands, rubbing me quite nicely and hard, just the way I liked it. His hands were all wet from my juices that had leaked through the flimsy material and the way he was pressing and sliding them up and down my pussy. I loved what he was doing and hopefully I was giving him as much pleasure with one of my hands curled around his cock and the other caressing his balls.

But I wanted more. So I clutched his hips and started tugging him more towards me. I pulled him until I was almost lying down and he came down on top of me, with his hands for support on either side of me.

“Lie on me,” I said, moving to accommodate him better, spreading my legs a little more.

He did as I asked, coming to lie fully on top of me. Our hips were perfectly aligned and I could feel the length of his cock line up against my pussy. I moaned and tilted my hips underneath him so that I feel him more fully. Getting the message, he also pushed down and I could feel the outline of his naked cock through the thin cloth of my salwar.

But that wasn’t enough. I needed it on my naked pussy. I thrust my hands between us and he shifted to give me access. Tugging desperately, I managed to move the loose salwar lower on my thighs and pulled him into position again.

I gasped as his cock hit my bare cunt this time. He groaned and stuck his hands beneath me, cupping my buttocks and started to knead them while pulling me harder against him. He started moving against me, his cock just sliding against my wet pussy, not in me, just up and down my slit.

I was in heaven. I had a hard cock exactly pressed against my dripping pussy and he was scratching my itch just the way I wanted. But I didn’t know whether I wanted to go further with Veenu or just have him rub against me like that until I came or he did. I knew I wanted release, but I didn’t know if I could go so far as to actually go all the way with him. He was a vegetable vendor, for God’s sake. Some part of my mind was still a little shocked by what I was doing, by how far we had already gone.

But while all of this was going on in my head, Veenu was perfectly content just humping me without entering me. So I stopped bothering about it and just let it go, enjoying myself with what was happening.

We rocked together like that, with me clinging to him with my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist and him cupping my bottom as he thrust into my wetness. The motion of our bodies got faster as our needs and passion got bolder. I was bucking into him trying to get as close to his cock as I could and he had the same idea, sliding his cock against me again and again.

Somewhere, the alignment changed a bit and I felt the edge of his cock bump up against my opening once or twice. I didn’t really pay it much attention though as it was only momentary and I was too far gone to stop him. I swear, all I was thinking at that moment was that it felt so good having him move against me like that.

It began happening more and more as we moved against one another. His cockhead lined up against my entrance and soon I was feeling him come up against me every time he thrust. In the back of my mind, I was sure I didn’t intend for him to fuck me, but as the reality started dawning on me, I knew I couldn’t, and wouldn’t stop it if he fucked me all the way.

I was moaning and urging him on with little mews and noises as he kicked up the pace a little. As his cockhead hit me again and again in trying to gain entrance, I moved my hips a little more into him. Finally, his head came up squarely aligned and the next time he thrust, I felt him go into me a little. Just a little, but it sent a shock through every nerve ending and I started having my first orgasm. I just held on to him and moaned my orgasm out as I shuddered and wrung myself out.

He didn’t stop, just kept going. He probably didn’t even know that I had come as he was not inside me yet. The front end of his cock was penetrating me now. I felt like my pussy was a door and his cock a log as he kept ramming himself into me, trying to gain entrance.

I was mostly lying there and taking it until then, just accommodating him better occasionally, but I finally started moving against him too. As he came down on me, I thrust my hips up to meet him. His cock slipped in more than halfway and he groaned deeply as my wetness enclosed him.

“More, please, I want you inside me,” I urged him.

He thrust hard in response and I felt him bury himself in me in one stroke. I felt his balls come up against my cunt. My pussy was comfortably full and I shuddered with ecstasy.

In a moment, he pulled out and rammed me again, and then again and again before settling into a rhythm that was fairly fast. I suppose neither of us could have lasted long and he knew it as he kept upping the pace and hammering into me. I also bucked my hips into him like a wild rutting animal as both of us gave in to the feelings enveloping us.

The movements got faster and harder as we slapped up against each other, frantic with our passion. I was wet and slick and a hard cock was pistoning in and out of me and I came finally in a huge orgasm, panting and heaving and crying my emotions out loud as the blood roared in my ears. The rhythm of my cries matched his thrusts as he still nailed me.

I was limp and spent after coming as I felt him tense up and with the little strength I possessed, I pushed against him. He slipped out of me just as his orgasm hit him, and as he left me, I felt his cock shoot spurts of heavy jism right on my mound and lower stomach. He groaned deeply as he shot his load all over my lower body. I only prayed that he hadn’t come inside me.

I let him recover for a minute then gently pushed him. When he moved away, I sat up and pulled my salwar up around me and tied the cord. Avoiding his eyes, I also picked up my discarded shirt and dupatta quickly, wrapping it around myself and stepping quickly into the kitchen.

As I turned to shut the door behind me, my eyes met his. “Thank you for the vegetables,” I told him before I closed the door between us and stood there, limp and leaning against it.

Through the door, I heard the shuffle of him adjusting his clothing, then the rasp of a zip and finally the noise of his footsteps leaving the storeroom.

I stood there for a long time before going to wash myself and change out of messy clothes.

And all through that time, I didn’t hear the familiar call of him hawking his vegetables. It seemed like he had done well enough for the day. I knew I certainly had.
After the first time I fucked Veenu, we came back into our normal ways of interacting with each other. As I was not the one who usually bought vegetables for the house, I didn’t come into contact with him at all. But whenever I heard him call out in our locality, I rushed to the first floor window in our house from where I could see him. And he always looked at me.

I didn’t know what went through his mind but every time I looked at him, I recalled our hurried sex in the storeroom. I relived every moment and hungered for more of his hard cock to be within me but knew that such a circumstance might not present itself. I lived in a huge household and the opportunity for being alone for him to meet me was virtually non-existent.

So I just looked at him out of the window and most times just inserted my hand into my salwar and fingered myself while watching him for the few minutes that he spent selling my mother or aunt vegetables. The way my pussy flooded every time was proof of how much I wished and wanted that it was Veenu who was fingering me and that we could do more together.

Days went by like this, with both of us just looking at each other from afar and enjoying only in our memories and fantasies. I got so frustrated with the situation (even though I was regularly masturbating all the time) that I knew I needed to do something to douse the fire that was raging within me.

So the next opportunity I got, I went out to his bicycle and lingered while my mother and aunt bartered with him for vegetables for the day. He noticed me right away even though I held back, standing on the threshold of our door, not venturing out, but he kept giving me looks out of the sides of his eyes.

After the shopping was done, he made his move.

“And does the little Madam want something?” he asked, motioning towards me.

My mother turned to look at me with surprise.

“Oh, Babli? What are you doing here? Are you finally showing some interest in cooking?” she asked.

I smiled and said, “No. Nothing like that, Ma. I just wanted some vegetables, if it’s ok.”

My mother frowned. “For what? We bought all we need for cooking.”

“Yes, but I wanted to make salad as we saw on TV the other day. So I just wanted to buy some vegetables for that,” I made up. I just wanted to interact with Veenu. The vegetables were just an excuse.

“Okay, tell him what you want and he will add it to our basket,” she said and moved away a little so I could approach Veenu.

“Carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes…”

I had only started when he interrupted, “I don’t have any carrots today, Miss.”

I frowned at him.

“But tomorrow surely I will get you some,” he promised. “The first thing I will buy in the market will be carrots, okay?”

I nodded and looked at my mother.

She laughed. “The first time my daughter shows interest in anything to do with the kitchen and Veenu doesn’t have what she wants,” she said.

“He only has what I want, Ma, only the opportunity is not with us today,” I said in a low voice.

My mother didn’t understand my deeper meaning but Veenu did and he averted his eyes from mine and fumbled with his produce. “Anything else that you want tomorrow?” he asked.

“Just carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes will do. We buy hara masala anyway… that will complete what I have in mind,” I said.

“Okay, come, he will bring it tomorrow. You can do your salad tomorrow,” my mother said and paid him for the vegetables she had bought.

The next day, as soon as I heard him call out, I ran down and out of the house, even before my mother or aunt could come out. Veenu rode his bicycle directly to our door and dismounted.

“Did you bring what I want?” I asked him.

“Yes, Miss,” he said. “I have it all here.” He motioned to his basket of vegetables with a tilt of his head.

“What I want is not in your basket, it’s… there,” I said, lowering my eyes to the front of his pants. “But the vegetables will also do for now.”

Veenu’s face changed at my lewdness. “Miss, that day… it was the best…” he trailed off and started arranging the merchandise in his basket.

“Best what?” I asked him. “Best fuck?”

Veenu gasped and looked up at me with huge eyes. “Don’t say that out loud, Miss. Anyone can hear you,” he said hurriedly.

At that moment, my aunt came out of our house to buy vegetables for the household so our talk was cut short.

“Miss wanted some vegetables also, Madam,” Veenu explained as he picked out the vegetables I wanted and started arranging it in a smaller basket for us. “For salad,” he said and smiled in my direction.

“Show me the carrots,” I demanded. “I want them long and hard. Not some small, soft varieties.”

Again, the double meaning in my words was making the both of us excited.

Veenu extended the basket towards me and I inspected the carrots. They were fine. Just the way I wanted.

“And the cucumbers?”

“Fat and tender,” he replied. “See for yourself.”

I picked up one cucumber and ran my hand over it, as if checking it. I clasped it in my fist and ran my hand up and down slowly over it like I was stroking a hard cock. Some hard knots on the body of the local variety rubbed against my palm.

“Why are these raised bumps here?” I asked.

Veenu’s whole face was red. “Because it is ripe, Miss. When the vegetable becomes ready for picking, the bumps come on it and it is not bitter to the taste anymore. Ask your aunt,” he said.

We both looked towards my aunt.

“Veenu is right. Babli needs to know more about picking the right vegetables, huh Veenu?” she said.

They chuckled at me and I moved over to see the tomatoes.

“Now give her the ripe, juicy ones,” my aunt directed.

I couldn’t have said it better. The sexual undertone of the whole conversation had me overflowing within my salwar and my nipples were straining against my bra to be caressed. I was aroused to a really agonising level.

“Babli, you pick the tomatoes you want, I’ll just duck inside to get the basket he had left here yesterday so we can exchange it,” my aunt said as she left us both alone once again.

I immediately took advantage of the situation.

“Is it standing?” I asked him, my meaning clear.

Veenu simply nodded.

I looked down to the front of his pants again, which he had been hiding behind his large basket of vegetables. He moved a little and I saw a huge bulge in his pants. He moved a hand to adjust himself and I wished I was the one touching him, but we were standing in the lane and it was just not feasible in a public place so I controlled my desires.

“You know why I want the vegetables?” I asked him.

“For the salad?”

“No. If I can’t have that…” I nodded at his hard on, “I can at least satisfy myself with these,” I said, picking up a carrot from the basket and closed my fist around it.

“Oh God, Miss, you will make me…”

I didn’t get to hear what I would make him do as we both heard my aunt coming back and he abruptly stopped speaking, but I had a very good idea about the way my words were affecting him.

I finally picked out my tomatoes, and with one lingering smile as a way to thank him, I went in with my loot. I had plans for the vegetables, and he knew the way I was going to use them too.

It was a while before I could bring my plans to fruition. It was late afternoon after lunch when I could get the time to take a carrot and cucumber and steal away to my room. I had picked a carrot and a fat cucumber that was curved slightly, like a hard cock.

I locked the room from the inside so that no one could disturb me, then took off my shirt, unhooked my bra and loosened the cord of my salwar, the same as the time I was with Veenu before. I lay down on my bed and started touching myself. My hands were on my breasts and I squeezed and pinched them as he had done. In my mind, I was imagining him here with me, doing those things to me.

As I touched myself, I started to become more and more aroused. A few little moans were escaping my open lips and my chest was heaving from the heavy breaths that were flowing through me. I spread my legs wide and snaked a hand down into my open salwar, sliding a finger down into the split between my pussy lips. They were slick and wet from the copious juices that were seeping out of me due to my heightened arousal.

I spread the wetness around, coating my fingers and pussy liberally with it. Then I touched my hard nub and the sensation was so electric that a small orgasm ran through me. Never before had I been aroused to this extent so soon.

I moaned and clutched my pussy tight as the sensations zinged through my body, shimmering and shivering through me. I lay there like that for a while, just lightly touching myself and enjoying the feelings running through me.

When the tide of feelings had flowed over me for a while, I took up the carrot lying beside me and manoeuvred it into my salwar and between my pussy lips. It was lying adjacent to the pussy, the whole length touching me like Veenu’s cock had touched me. I slowly started moving it up and down my drenched cunt.

The sensation was unlike anything in this world. The rough ridges of the carrot stimulated my pussy to an extent that I couldn’t even bear. I cried out in the pleasure and tried to gentle my hand as I grew used to the sensitivity. Then slowly, I increased the pressure until again the pleasure was at the edge of pain almost and tears ran down my eyes from the overwhelming impressions that were flowing over me. The carrot kept rasping over my delicate flesh until I was rocked by a second, more powerful orgasm that made my juices gush out of me.

I tucked the carrot snugly against my cunt and curled up my legs so I could feel the hardness tucked against me, and just lay there, trying to recover my energy. After a while, I started little movements, like I was humping something, and the hardness between my legs brushed against me with every small movement. I started to get aroused again.

Now was the time for the cucumber. I picked up the fat vegetable. It was almost the width of my wrist and long and curved, with the little bumps on it like I described before. Just looking at the thing caused me apprehension and desire. I was eager to be fucked but also hoping that I didn’t hurt myself in the process. Anyway, nothing gained by just thinking along those lines, so I got ready to do it.

I removed the now soggy carrot from between my legs and put it aside, then inserted the cucumber in its place. It felt huge. I simulated the same way as I had done with the carrot, letting the hard protrusions rub against me. Once or twice as it bumped against my clit, it zinged through my entire body and I felt like I was constantly at the edge of losing it.

After a while of teasing myself with it, I positioned the cucumber in line with the entrance to my pussy. I was wet through with anticipation by now. I started bumping the cucumber against my opening in preparation for the insertion, the same way Veenu had come up with his hard cock again and again to my entrance.

Finally, I grit my teeth and pushed it hard against my cunt while bearing down on it, and the vegetable slipped in.

“Oh my God, oh God, Veenu… it is so big,” I blurted out as the fat head of the cucumber breached my defences and slid in.

At that first insertion, I was scared and excited. I adjusted it a little, trying to see if I could push it in like a screw going in by rotating it and pushing. A little more slipped in. My cunt was opening and taking it in. I felt a little heartened by this, and there was almost no pain, except for a little twinge and a feeling like I was filled up. But more than that was the excitement that was thrumming through my whole body. I felt like if I touched myself anywhere, I would cum like an explosion, so I just concentrated on pushing the cucumber inside even more.

Little by little, I screwed it in, adjusting and titling my hips as more of the huge object went in me. The little knobs on it kept coming up and slipping into me, notching up the sensations seven fold. I was moaning and almost crying by the pure pleasure that it was giving me. It was heaven.

When I felt that I was absolutely filled to the brim and couldn’t take in anymore, I stopped and just lay there, with my hand holding the cucumber inside me, feeling my cunt stretched and expanded like rubber around it.

Gently, I started extracting it and then pushed it in again. This time it went it faster and smoother. And as I kept it up the motions became faster and faster until I was fucking myself with the huge thing. The hard little bumps were coming up and rubbing against my pussy and walls, bringing a different kind of sensation to the fuck.

“Oh, God, Veenu… this feels so good,” I muttered as I fucked myself.

In my mind, it was his cock that was pounding me. I went back to lying on the grain sacks in our storeroom with his hard cock in me. As the vegetable ran in and out of me, the memories of his cock going in and out flooded my brain. I kept moving fast, faster as all of the feelings rushed over me and I exploded, coming with a ferocity that rocked me to my core. I cried out with the intensity of it, almost sobbing as the sensations washed over me.

When it all ended, I was lying with my legs spread, with the cucumber still a bit inside me. I reached down and plucked it out, bringing it in front of my face to inspect it. The thing was the length of my wrist to my elbow and I had taken more than half the monster inside me. It was slick with my juices running down the length, and I licked it clean, tasting my salty self on it.

Later, as I made the salad that I had bought the vegetables for, the entire scene kept running through my head and I was wet all through. At the end, I saved myself another great cucumber and fucked myself with it again that night.

Through the time Veenu was with us, I was kept supplied by vegetables that stood in for the fucking that his cock had given me. It wasn’t a perfect substitution, but until I could have the real thing again, it would work.

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