Rule 34 Stacey And The Giant Whoreo

This story came about from a challenge from a writing/reading group. I've combined that with the Lit 750 word challenge.

Below this line, is exactly 750 word of pure silly nonsense.

Stacey tossed and turned, kicking off her bedsheet with an irritated sigh. The hot, humid night pressed against her skin, suffocating in its weight. Being eight months pregnant only made it worse; her body felt like a furnace, and no position in bed brought relief.

She sat up, running a hand over her belly. Maybe a cold drink would help.

Her stomach rumbled; she felt a sudden craving for an Oreo and a cold glass of milk.

She groaned as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, heaving herself upright with effort. Her swollen feet protested, but the thought of that sweet, creamy indulgence pulled her forward.

Halfway down the hall, she froze.

A light glowed from the kitchen. The low hum of movement reached her ears. Someone was in there.

She looked around widely for a weapon, when the thick scent of something very sweet reached her nostrils.

Her eyes landed on her umbrella, propped against the wall. She grabbed it, gripping the handle tight, brandishing it like a sword as she tiptoed on bare feet towards the kitchen.

She took a deep breath before silently entering the kitchen.

The umbrella slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the tiles.

Her jaw dropped.

There, in her kitchen, was a giant Oreo. He stood maybe five feet tall, and stand he did, on two stout legs. He had hands too, one of which was wrapped around his chocolate coloured cock as he wacked off in the middle of her kitchen. Everywhere was the rich scent of Oreo.

"Ah," he said, in a voice smooth as melted chocolate. "You're finally awake."

"I'm... awake...?" Stacey stammered.

"I can do this alone, but aren't you hungry for my thick, sweet cream?" He nodded at the chocolate rod he held in his hand.

"I--" just then Stacey's stomach growled, betraying any protests.

"On your knees, no harm in just a lick."

Stacey felt herself drop to her hands and knees. The Oreo's cock brushed her lips. Dry, but sweet. Desire surged through her. She wanted his sweet dick and she wanted it now.

She opened wide and took his cock in her mouth. Dry. Her mouth was suddenly dry as the biscuit absorbed the moisture she pulled back, swallowed a few times and worked up more spit. This time she took him more slowly, sucking off small chunks of cookie as she inched his cock further into her mouth.

"Milk," The Oreo moaned.

She climbed to her feet, pulled open the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk, then a glass from the cupboard. She poured a glass and took it back to the Oreo.

"Lick it." He gestured to his cock. "Dunk it."

She dropped to her knees again. She snaked her tongue along the length of his rough cock. Then she dunked it in the milk, then took his sweet chocolaty length back into her mouth again.

"Oh yes, oh yes!" The Oreo moaned. "Twist me, lick me, dunk me!"

She grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and held the glass of milk in another. Oh, to have three hands, for then she could have rubbed her throbbing clit. His cock rammed in deep as he fucked her mouth, getting softer and smaller as it absorbed the milk and saliva.

And the softer he got, the more turned on she got. She licked. Sucked. Moaned. He moaned. With a gasp, the last of the cookie shell was sucked away, and he exploded in her mouth. Warm, thick, sticky cum which she swallowed lustfully.

Finally, he stepped back. Spent.

"Fuck me!" Stacey moaned.

"My sweet, I'm done," The Oreo said.

"Please!" Stacey begged

"I have but one dick, and you've consumed it. It will take time to grow another."

"When it grows, come back and fuck me?" Stacey knew how depraved she looked, on her knees, begging a sentient Oreo to fuck her. But she didn't care.

"Alas, I cannot. I can come but once to a woman, and only when she is in deep need. You've had me. Now it's time for me to share my sweetness with others. Besides. Fucking your pussy? That's just asking for a yeast infection."

And then he vanished. Not in a cloud of smoke, but in the blink of an eye. Leaving behind the thick, sweet smell of chocolate and vanilla while Stacey knelt on the floor, her pussy begging for his cock. No wonder he was milk's favourite cookie.