Chapter 71: The Zucchini Cake 002 / The Big Change 001

I was spent, almost unable to move. The demon zucchini, however, was buried so far inside me that it required quite the effort to remove it. When I did a torrent of my juices flowed out of me, creating a puddle on the bed. “Just great,” I mumbled. “I’ll have to change the sheets.” I sighed and, using one finger, picked up the zucchini where it curled upward. I couldn’t believe how my juices made it shine. I was also fascinated by the long strings of viscous liquid that dangled from it.

Naked, I made my way carefully to the kitchen. I cut off the stem and, without washing the zucchini, dropped it into my food processor and shredded it. My juices seemed to coat the sides of the food processor so, not wanting to waste them, I used a spatula to scrape the shredded zucchini and my juices into a bowl. I then assembled the cake, shoved it in the oven, changed the sheets, showered again, flopped onto the bed to rest a bit, played with myself in both the places the zucchini had been, put on my robe, ran back to the kitchen, took the cake out of the oven and ran back to the bedroom again. I was unable to relax, though, because my husband walked into the house and called to me.

I was so weak from my orgasms that I could barely walk, but the lecherous look my husband gave me seemed to energize me.

“Wow,” he said. “You look fantastic—kind of wild. Anything happen?”

“Uh uh,” I said. “I was just rushing around to get the cake done. Would you care for champagne?”

“Sure,” he said. When he tried to undo my robe I slapped his hand away. “You’re just gonna have to wait.” I was about to tell him about the filet mignon when I heard the zucchini’s voice in my head—eat me, eat me.

Trembling, I said, “I…um…bought some filets but I…I think we should have some cake and then, you know, I’ll give you my present.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said.

My hands were shaking as I cut off two slices. When my husband opened his mouth to take a bite all I could think of was his cock in my mouth. I almost giggled when he said, “Oh my God. This is the best you’ve ever made. There’s something different about it, something I can’t put my finger on.”

I slid off my robe and pressed against him. “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a secret ingredient. A special one. Come on. It’s time for your present.”

Normally I would have gotten our tube of lube but the demon’s words echoed in my mind. “Eat me,” I whispered. “Eat me.”

Oh my God. I writhed and wiggled like a maniac as his tongue probed me. After a couple of minutes I rolled onto my stomach and repeated the zucchini’s words. “Eat me,” I said. “Eat me.”

I came in a heartbeat when his tongue probed my tight hole. The next words out of my mouth were mine, not the possessed zucchini’s. “Fuck me,” I cried. “Take your birthday present.”

“I…I’ll get the lube,” he mumbled.

“No,” I shouted. “Just do it.” After all, I had done a lot of preparation with the zucchini and was ready for him.

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Well, he really enjoyed his present—twice. I could barely move afterward, but had enough energy to laugh when he said, “I don’t know what got into you but…well, let’s just say that the lack of lube made my present even more intense.”

What got into me? I’ll never tell.

Then he added, “Whatever that secret ingredient was, use more the next time. The taste was unbelievable.”

“Mmmm,” I murmured. “Okay. I’ll use more.” I guess I’ll just have to get a bigger zucchini.

The End.

**Book Title: The Big Change**

My life had really sucked for the last few months. I could remember when my mother went through “The Change” and my parents argued constantly, even sometimes mentioning divorce in the heat of the worst bouts. I now felt my father’s pain but also remembered that after the storm there was a wonderful calm with smiles every morning and I once again heard their headboard slamming against the other side of my bedroom wall fairly often (followed by bigger smiles in the morning).

I tried a different approach with my wife. I refused to argue and pretty much just went along with whatever she said. I know that some would consider that ‘wimping out’ but I figured that after thirty six years of marriage just saying ‘Yes Dear’ was better than standing in front of a judge parceling out who owned what. I had always treated her like a fragile princess anyway so intensifying that for a while was not really super difficult. But after about four months I started to become unglued. I drank more, read and looked at porn, and found myself salivating when I saw some sexy babe in the store or on the street. I actually learned how to whack off with either hand in the shower. Yes; there had been no sex at all for five months.

One Saturday morning I woke well before her and went out to get my paper and my morning brew (beer replaced coffee a couple of months ago). When I returned I peeked in; she was still asleep and I fought off the temptation to taste her, I left her in bed and read my paper. A bit later she came out and announced, “I want spaghetti and meat balls for lunch.” It wasn’t really my desired choice but I got up with a hidden sigh and checked the pantry. We had everything to make the sauce and I got it going on the back burner on a slow simmer. She didn’t help or even offer a ‘thanks’. I had a list for the other stuff I needed and told her I was going to the store. She said she’d take a shower while I was gone.

Memories of past showers with her ran through my mind. She never was a big one on giving me blowjobs unless she had personally seen to it that I was squeaky clean. With that in mind I went to the store, wondering if I’d see some hot body there that would inspire me when I got to take a shower. I have found that on a typical weekend morning there are women there who are wearing no bras and reek of sex from the night before or even maybe that morning.

On this particular Saturday I found myself behind two women in the produce isle. One was black and one pearly white. Both wore what appeared to be soft cotton flannel pajama bottoms and tank tops. Both were beautiful. I was looking for salad stuff and so were they. One or both of them was pumping out pheromones faster than my lungs could take them in. “Can you please help us pick out an avocado and an artichoke? The two of us are having a game watching party today and want to make some dips.” I helped, of course, trying to fix the images of the two of them in my mind for later. They thanked me and walked off, leaving their delicious scent behind them.

I finished my shopping and checked out. I could still smell them and wondered how fast I could get home and take care of my need. My imagination was running wild and my cock was a little hard.

When I walked in she was sitting on a low stool in front of the cabinet where the pots are kept. I hazarded a joke that she was rearranging things so that I couldn’t find them. She actually laughed. It was the first laughter I’d heard from her in a while. I put my purchases on the counter and she raised an arm. I thought she wanted a hand getting up but instead she pulled me toward her and taking her hand from mine, reaching for the waistband of my sweats. She pulled them and my briefs down at the same time, looked up at me and took just my cockhead into her mouth. She sucked hard and pulled out some precum that may have been left from my previous hard-on.