From the cycle \ "THE ADVENTURE OF EAGLE \"

Tone was 32 years old. Life turned out that in her youth, when she was a mischievous cheerful little girl, she did not manage to meet the one and only, who would share with her fate and bed. To be more precise, there were plenty of people willing to share a bed with her, but they only lingered for a while. A little disappointed in the male half of humanity, Tonya put up with long, lonely evenings and, wanting to bring a little comfort to them, got a satellite antenna and a video recorder. After some time, she already knew all the television channels that showed both light and rather frank erotica. Almost every evening, Tonya settled herself in a chair more comfortably and watched another erotic film, simultaneously recording it on tape. If she didn’t like the film, she would erase it, and leave the best ones for review. Pretty much excited by frank erotic scenes, Tonya brought herself to orgasm, teasing her swollen clit with her finger. This, albeit safe, but monotonous sex gradually began to bother her. He could not replace the stormy, saturated sensations derived from the fusion of living flesh and heated bodies, and even more so, to replace the variety of pleasures that poured on Tonya from the TV screen. Several times she was trying to order by mail some sexual "toy" that she liked while watching advertising brochures, but she did not dare. And about buying something from "this" in a sex shop, - there could be no question.

One night, watching another erotic film, Tonya literally froze at the very first frames. A young pretty maid lay down on the kitchen table and, spreading her legs, squeezed a huge, thick shiny eggplant into her vagina. Tonya pinched her hand. No, she did not sleep. She really saw it all on the screen. The young maid continued to indulge herself with eggplant, pulling it out with pleasure and squeezing it back into the vagina. The thickness of the eggplant far exceeded the thickness of her own hand.

Tonya froze, staring at the screen and afraid to miss the slightest movement of the grandiose \ "instrument of pleasure \". Her eyes peered frantically into the open bottomless entrance of the female \ "passionate channel \", which struck the consciousness with its insatiability. Sweet, caressing bliss spread over Tony’s body, promising to break out into a delightful, unstoppable orgasm. But what followed was beyond her expectations.

Somewhere in the middle of the film, the maid retired to the kitchen again and, leaving the excited genitalia to her cell that was rattling from the bottom, with a deft movement she pressed the anus like a thick eggplant into her ... Tony caught her breath, a wave of excitement did not cease to hit the body and even consciously throughout the exciting anal-eggplant play. For the first time in her entire sex life, Tonya reached the pinnacle of pleasure, receiving water only from the spectacle, without helping even by touching the clitoris. It was indescribable, indescribably, breathtakingly.

Having watched the movie and rewound the tape to the beginning, Tonya went to the kitchen as if under hypnosis and, opening the refrigerator, looked at it for a long time, looking for a suitable vegetable, even from afar resembling eggplant. Finding nothing suitable, she closed the refrigerator and went into the room, realizing that at two o'clock in the morning she would no longer be able to replenish vegetable stocks on the market. Tonya once again watched the movie, admiringly examining the most interesting, exciting erotic scenes and presenting herself in the place of the maid.Paradoxically, it did not look like, but she really wanted to feel the same thing as the maid, so zealously pleasing herself with such a thick and voluptuous sexual "tool." Having transferred several recurring, but rather prolonged orgasms during the re-viewing, Tonya quickly and sweetly fell asleep. For the rest of the night she dreamed of excerpts from the film.

In the morning Tonya went to the market. The day was sunny and almost windless. Tonya decided to walk to avoid

noisy talk of transport and on the road once again scroll through the memory of the memorable episodes of a great movie. Erotic reflections and a light breeze gently caressing the growing body, led to the fact that on the approach to the market its flesh was literally languishing from sexual thirst, and the eyes were instinctively searched among the sellers of those who sold eggplants. Having walked several meters along the vegetable row, Tonya stopped near several boxes of eggplants, which in size and shape resembled those that she saw on the screen.

- You \ "blue \"? Choose what you look at, - she heard the friendly voice of the hostess of the goods.

“Yes, I’ll choose now,” Tonya answered quietly, looking for the largest eggplants in the boxes, without raising her eyes to the hostess and feeling the blood in her temples pounding.

It seemed to her that a woman knows or guesses why she needs eggplants, and people have already noticed her excitement, thoughts and desires. But it was only a minute weakness. Already a moment later, Tonya calmly chose the two largest eggplants and put them on the scales. Then, having doubted that these formidable \ "tools \" would enter her, she chose a couple fewer, slightly smaller. Having calculated and packed the eggplants in her bag, she went home, but, being in a state of heightened sexual arousal, went to the nearest toilet so \ "try on \" purchase. There were practically no people there, and Tonya, having closed in one of the booths, took out the smallest eggplant.

Without even squatting, she took aside the narrow striped panties and put the desired object to the slippery swollen lips of the vaginal entrance. A little effort - and a thick, smooth eggplant smoothly entered, delivering an indescribable pleasure. Literally, a soft wave of unexpected orgasm washed over. Tonya squeezed her legs and, rolling her eyes, trying not to make too much noise, puffed, covering her mouth with her hand. But at that very moment I heard the rumble at the door and the sound of the cleaning woman's mop. Almost instinctively, she straightened her dress, grabbed her bag and, trying to squeeze the eggplant there with her vagina as much as possible, slowly went out into the street.

There was noise in my head, and the body was still not completely recovered from the orgasm it had suffered. Fearing that the voluptuous "instrument" at the most inopportune moment could slip and fall under her legs, Tonya walked slowly, straining the crotch and trying to compress the looking part. body new excitement. Having passed about a hundred meters, Tonya stopped on the sidewalk near a lamppost and, leaning her back on it, again reached the peak of pleasure, rolled her eyes and made a few subtle involuntary convulsive body movements. But this did not go unnoticed by a man passing by. He approached her and asked, looking straight into his eyes:

- You feel bad?

- No, I feel good. Too much! - Tony stretched a blissful smile.

- I see you all sweat and breathe so hard. Maybe I can help with something? - he did not lag behind.

“At the moment, you cannot help me with anything,” said Tonya, with heightened intonation, wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible.

The man looked at her from head to foot again suspiciously and left.

Tonya looked around. The street was full of people, and nearby there was not a single secluded place where she could quietly get rid of eggplant.

\ "Nothing, I’ll get there somehow \", she thought, looking towards her house.

Very slowly, with small stops, Tonya reached the apartment. Slamming the door behind her, she spread her legs and, puffing slightly, pushed the sweet fruit.

“Well, wow, adventure,” she said in a low voice ....