Two Girls One Cucumber

A special thanks to my editor/friend @Kenjisato for helping me out. His quick and precise editing made it possible for me to post this frequently.

Disclaimer:

My story is a complete work of imagination. But the characters are based on real persons, particularly my neighbours. But for their privacy, I had to change their names and characteristics. My intention is not to harm or disrespect them, but to only use their means to share a funny, erotic story.

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Tumpa slowly stepped out of the noisy auto rickshaw, her eyes gazing the meter. As she paid him, the driver's eyes were fixed on her purse. She gave him a sharp look, and he quickly returned his gaze to the road. A smug smile crept across Tumpa's face as the rickshaw disappeared into the distance.

The slightly warm evening sun kissed her bare skin as she walked home. Her heart fluttered, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She hummed an old 90s song under her breath.

A bike honked past her, but she was too lost in her thoughts to notice. As she took the turn, Tumpa saw the setting sun, casting a warm glow over her house.

Tumpa pushed open the door and kicked off her sandals before she walked into the house. The house felt comparatively colder than outside, as she made her way to the kitchen. Her saree danced around her, as she swayed her hips to the humming tune that was playing in her head.

Her bare feet danced across the kitchen's cold tile, echoing through the empty house. She placed her bags on the counter and started unpacking them. She rustled with the plastic bags as she hurried to finish.

There was an unexplainable, rushed feeling in her body that heightened her movements. She was constantly gazing at her fridge as she placed the items into their respective places.

Tumpa couldn't hold back for long, biting her lip; her thoughts were consumed by a gift that she had received from her neighborhood friend, Joshna.

Tumpa and Joshna were good friends, but their relationship was more like that of sisters. Joshna at thirty-six, was seven years younger than Tumpa. She has always seen Tumpa as her big sister and admired her greatly.

Earlier that day.

Tumpa wasn't surprised to see Joshna in her living room, waiting for her. Joshna usually welcomed herself inside, whenever she felt like it. Tumpa rubbed her hands with her pallu, as she raised her eyebrows at Joshna, wondering what she was doing here.

Joshna jumped up from the sofa and greeted Tumpa with a big smile. Before Tumpa could react, Joshna held up a basket in front of her face.

"These beauties are freshly picked from my garden," Joshna said, with excitement.

Tumpa slowly gasped, as she looked at the home-grown cucumbers. She had a surprising gaze as she looked at Joshna, asking for more context.

"I just harvested them a few hours ago. On my first try, I have grown them perfectly." Joshna continued, "So I thought, why not share this joy with everyone? Some are from me, and the rest are from my lovely neighbors."

Joshna gently shook the basket, knocking the crisp cucumbers against each other. She asked her di to pick one. Tumpa's eyes moved left to right as she looked at those freshly picked cucumbers. Among them, one stood out to her. It was perfect, long, and thick, which made her heart race and her cheeks blush.

"I don't have all day, you know. Pick one quickly," Joshna said.

Tumpa knew which one she wanted to pick, the big one that stood out the most. But she was a little embarrassed to say; what if Joshna understood what was going on in her head?

Tumpa's hand hovered over the basket for a few minutes, but she couldn't muster up her courage to pick the one she wanted.

"Uff! Tumpa di, you are thinking too much," Joshna said impatiently. "Take one, or I'm leaving."

Unlike Joshna, Tumpa didn't act on her instincts; she had to plan her every move. Picking the right cucumber without raising any questions was tricky. Tumpa's hand froze as she was lost in her thoughts.

"You will take years before you pick one," Joshna said, frustratedly.

She moved her hovering hand and pulled a cucumber from her basket. Tumpa's heart skipped a beat as she saw Joshna giving her the monstrous cucumber that she had wanted all along.

"This one's for you," she said, in a playful purring tone. "The best one for my Tumpa di."

"This one?" Tumpa asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yup!" Joshna said, with a glowing smile on her face.

Joshna's curious eyes lingered on her face, as she handed over the cucumber. Tumpa blushed slightly as she took the cucumber from her hand. She tried her best to control her excitement, but her eyes widened as soon as she had the cucumber in her hand.

She had never felt such a heavy, firm yet smooth cucumber in her hand before. Tumpa held the tips of the cucumber between her palms to measure its length. She was sure it was definitely more than nine inches.

Tumpa felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body. A playful smile slipped from her lips as she was planning exactly what she was going to do with the cucumber.

She was so lost in her dirty thoughts that she hadn't noticed that Joshna was looking at her, with a sly smile playing on her lips as their eyes met.

Tumpa quickly made a serious face, but deep down, she felt like Joshna had understood what was going on in her head. A silent message of understanding passed between them as they shared a knowing smile. Tumpa's heart hammered in her chest as she felt the thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

"Thank... thank you, so much!" Tumpa said, trying to play it cool.

Joshna's smile grew bolder, as she said, "I know what you are thinking, Tumpa di."

Tumpa's cheeks turned red hot, as she widened her eyes with embarrassment. She didn't think Joshna would be so outspoken about her thoughts. But then, it was Joshna, who was quite open about anything.

Joshna believed they had a very special bond of understanding, so she never hesitated to ask or tell her anything. Tumpa still remembered, word for word, Joshna's description of how she had doggy-style sex with her husband.

To be honest, Tumpa actually loved this kind of gossip and conversation, but that was only limited to others. Tumpa was very exclusive about her own sexual preferences and likes, keeping them to herself only.

Knowing Joshan's blabbermouth nature, Tumpa knew she wouldn't hold back on her. Tiny sweat drops started to form on her forehead as she waited for her to speak.

"I know that you are thinking about what amazing dishes you will prepare from this outstanding cucumber," Joshna said, her smile still glowing brightly on her face.

There was a moment of silence between them before Tumpa started laughing forcefully. Tumpa felt quick relief, thinking she had dodged a bullet.

"You got me!" Tumpa exclaimed, as she thought about how sometimes, Joshna could be so clueless.

Tumpa escorted her to the gate. On their way, Joshna turned back and stared at Tumpa.

With a playful smile, Joshna added, "Or maybe, you can try something else with it."

"Excuse me?" Tumpa exclaimed, confusingly.

"Wash it thoroughly," Joshna said, with a mischievous glow in her eyes. "You wouldn't want it to taste fishy."

Tumpa immediately knew what she was referring to. Her face turned red from embarrassment. She bit her lip and quickly covered her mouth with her pallu to hide her shame.

Suddenly, for a few seconds, the air between them got tense, as they shared an unseen thrill of arousal.

"Okay?" Joshna asked, softly.

Tumpa nodded, her mind racing with naughty thoughts. She watched Joshna saunter away with great excitement.

Tumpa hurriedly came inside the house and made her way to the kitchen. The cucumber she left a few minutes ago was standing tall among all the other vegetables. She felt a rush of excitement and couldn't help but squeeze the cucumber to feel its firmness.

Her imagination went wild as she thought about how it would feel inside her warm body. With a naughty smirk, Tumpa placed the cucumber in the fridge-- she wanted it to be chilled and crispy.

The day went by; each tick of the clock gave her a shiver of excitement. Tumpa's breath hitched as her thoughts filled with vivid images of her pink flesh eating the velvety green skin.

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Tumpa felt a rush of excitement; her face glowed with a naughty smile as she recalled everything from the morning. Her anticipation grew with thoughts of the cucumber's smooth skin against hers.

Her eyes fell on the fridge, where her cucumber king was waiting for its queen.

Finally, she placed the last item on the rack. Her work was done. She hurriedly washed her hands in the basin, as she couldn't wait anymore.

Tumpa stood in front of the fridge, while she giggled to herself, saying, "You have no idea what naughty things I will do with you, Mister. Cucumber."

She reached for the fridge handle, her hand a few inches away, when she stopped. In all this excitement, she had completely forgotten to pee. Tumpa had held it for hours. She laughed at her silly situation and rushed to the bathroom.

Tumpa hitched her saree up and pulled down her blue-and-red-diamond-patterned panties, then sat on the commode. She closed her eyes as she relieved herself, a straight stream of warm, golden liquid hitting the cold ceramic bowl of the commode, creating a loud splashing sound. It echoed for a few seconds before being engulfed by the loud flushing sound.

Before getting up, Tumpa inspected her anus with the help of her left-hand index finger. She gently circled her anus with the tip of her finger and then softly pushed her finger into her asshole. She did that to ensure that her hole was clean and ready for the show.

Tumpa breathed a sigh of relief after checking her everything. Before leaving the bathroom, she checked herself in the mirror and gave a shy smile to her own reflection.

Tumpa's heart raced as she opened the fridge door, as a cold breeze of air kissed her skin. Her glowing and excited eyes went wide in shock, as she saw the empty shelf-- her cucumber was gone.

Panic set in as she started searching the fridge. She removed every single item from the fridge, but the cucumber was nowhere to be found. Tumpa clenched her fist in utter frustration. Tumpa suddenly felt like her body was getting heavy from exertion. Her breath came shorter as she looked at the empty fridge shelf.

Tumpa closed the fridge and went to the living room. The warm orange light from the setting sun was still emanating from the window in the room. It had painted long shadows of the furniture on the wall.

Tumpa sat on the sofa, her body feeling heavy. She was confused, as she thought about who could have taken her beloved cucumber. She had deliberately hidden the cucumber in the fridge, so no one would find it easily.

"There was no one in the house who knew about the cucumber," she said to herself.

She tossed her head, thinking about how long she had waited to play with the cucumber, and then it was gone. Suddenly, a soft, muffled sound floated down from upstairs.

Tumpa's thoughts got interrupted and she felt a chilling fear running down her spine. Tumpa thought she had been home alone, but there was someone else in the house, which she was completely unaware of.

After her husband had passed away, Tumpa and her daughter lived in this house by themselves, and had never experienced something like this. Tumpa's thoughts were flooded with questions. She quickly came to the conclusion that there was an intruder in her house, and

that maybe he or she had taken her cucumber.

Tumpa felt like the intruder hadn't noticed her presence. Her horniness had faded to concern. She was scared and worried, knowing if she didn't act quickly, it would be over for her. Her legs were shaking, but she somehow managed to stand up.

Her eyes jerked between the key holder and the stairs. She had left her phone on the small rack of the key holder. She softly took big steps towards the holder. Tumpa quickly grabbed her phone and started dialing the number.

Tumpa had a plan. She would call the police and run out of the house to inform the neighbors. Her hand shook in panic, causing her to keep on dialing the wrong numbers.

Suddenly, a loud moan made her jump out of her skin. A soft scream escaped from her mouth, followed by her phone falling out of her hands.

Tumpa froze with frowning brows. She recognized the moan; it was her daughter's. Tumpa was confused; she knew her daughter, Rumpa, had told her that she was going to her friend's house directly from her college to do some project.

Tumpa immediately felt like something wasn't right. She tiptoed up the stairs, making sure her sandals didn't make any sound. An unknowing fear crept into her mind as she made her way to the second floor.

Tumpa stopped in front of Rumpa's room. She could clearly hear her daughter's growing moans coming from behind the closed door. Tumpa's cheeks turned red as she felt a mix of confusion and strange excitement in her body.

Tumpa had always respected her daughter's privacy, but this time, she couldn't resist her urges. She reached for the doorknob with a trembling hand. She slowly turned the knob and jarred the door.

Tumpa's eyes widened with shock, and she gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes, as she was witnessing it right in front of her. Rumpa's room was a mess; her clothes were scattered around the floor.

Tumpa saw her nineteen-year-old daughter lying on the bed. She was naked waist down, wearing only a blue t-shirt and nothing else, not even her bra.

Rumpa's legs were spread apart like a butterfly's wings, and between her thighs she was holding her mother's missing cucumber. It was gleaming with her pussy juice.

Tumpa clearly understood that her daughter was using her cucumber for masturbation. She felt a mix of emotions-- anger, shock, and arousal. She was upset that her beloved cucumber had been taken from her. Tumpa had never imagined in her life that she would be upset about something like this.

Tumpa looked at her daughter's face. Rumpa's eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth parted in a silent cry, as she pushed the massive cucumber into her vagina. She was forcibly burying the cucumber in her vagina, pushing it deeper into herself.

Suddenly, Tumpa's anger disappeared into concern as she watched her daughter stumbling with the cucumber. Her hand work was clumsy, and her technique lacked experience. Rumpa's forehead started sweating as she focused on her daughter fitting the cucumber in her vagina.

Rumpa was so desperate to find her pleasure that she was causing pain to herself. She blenched every time she pushed in. The cucumber was too big and rough for Rumpa's delicate virgin vagina. It was painful for Tumpa to watch her daughter in such pain.

Tumpa's motherly instincts kicked in, and she knew she had to step in. She felt a twinge of pity, mixed with an unexplainable excitement that was boiling in her belly. Tumpa knew she was crossing the line, but she couldn't help herself.

Tumpa pushed aside her embarrassment with the motherly responsibility of guiding her child. She gathered all her courage and pushed open the door. She slowly walked in, her heart racing as she moved closer to her.

Tumpa took a deep breath to calm her racing pulse. She quietly sat on the edge of the bed; her eyes fixed on her daughter. Tumpa slowly pulled out Rumpa's phone that was tucked under her pillow. With a swift move, she unplugged her headphones from her phone.

Suddenly, Rumpa's room was filled with the cacophony of moans and grunts. Rumpa jolted, her eyes flying open in horror and surprise. A soft scream came out from her throat. The cucumber slipped from her hand and hit the nightstand and then landed with a wet thud on the floor.

Rumpa's cheeks were burdened with embarrassment. She hastily covered herself with a pillow.

"Maa! I... I was just... uh... I can explain," Rumpa stuttered.

"Can you?" Tumpa asked, mockingly.

The room was filled with moans from the porn video that was playing on her phone. Tumpa slightly shifted her gaze to her phone, hinting at Rumpa to turn the video off.

Rumpa quickly, with her shaky hands, took her phone and turned off the video. Rumpa didn't look up at her mom, and she kept her head low; she was desperately seeking a cover story, but nothing came to her mind.

There was a brief silence between the two of them before Tumpa got up from the bed. She walked to the other side of the bed and picked up the cucumber from the floor.

She held it between her index finger and thumb. Her heart sank at the condition of her beloved cucumber, it was covered with Rumpa's sticky, half-dried pussy juice and floor dust.

Tumpa's dream of getting her pussy pounded by a massive cucumber remained a dream. She felt frustrated and irritated as she looked at the cucumber.

She held the cucumber in front of her daughter. Rumpa didn't look; she maintained her gaze on her twiddling fingers.

"Explain!" Tumpa demanded, in a harsh tone.

Tumpa may have sounded harsh, but deep down, she was still worried about her daughter. Rumpa remained quiet for a few seconds, but then she spoke. Rumpa told the truth, without knowing the consequences of her actions.

At last, Rumpa sobbingly said, "I'm sorry, maa."

Her eyes teared up and she closed them, hiding her guilt-filled tears; Rumpa started crying.

Seeing Rumpa in such a vulnerable state, Tumpa's heart sank. She rushed to hug her daughter; her anger had melted away.

Tumpa calmed her down and wiped her tears with her pallu.

Tumpa said, "Sweetie, no, I'm not upset with you. I'm just worried that you may hurt yourself."

Rumpa looked at her mother with embarrassed eyes. She hadn't expected her mother to say something like that. But as she looked into her eyes, she felt calm and safe. Rumpa felt the warmth of love in her mother's arms.

Slowly, with a bit of hesitation in her voice, Rumpa said, "I just couldn't control myself after seeing that cucumber, maa." She continued, "My desires took a better of me."

Tumpa gently rubbed her shoulder, realizing that her daughter had the same taste as her. Tumpa, deep down, slightly felt proud of her daughter, knowing they both had a knack for big things.

"How did you find out about the cucumber?" Tumpa asked.

"I... I actually... I saw you and Joshna auntie with the cucumber," Rumpa said, in a stumbling tone.

Rumpa slowly explained everything to her mother; telling her how she had seen Joshan handing Tumpa the cucumber until the part where she hid the cucumber, up in the backside of the freezer.

"Sorry, maa, I was wrong about the cucumber," Rumpa said, in a soft, timid tone.

Rumpa told how she had been misguided by those porn videos. Especially one particular video of a girl who took a massive cucumber in her anal hole without any problem. Rumpa explained that she just wanted to explore something fun and new, but she never expected it to be this painful.

Tumpa closed her eyes and exhaled in disappointment. As a mother, she felt bad for her daughter and the many more teens, who take sexual references from porn videos.

"I'm sorry, maa. I shouldn't have done this," Rumpa said, in a low soft tone.

"It's okay, sweetie," Tumpa said softly.

Tumpa truly couldn't be mad at her daughter; she knew how Rumpa felt after seeing that cucumber. It was tempting, and to be honest, Tumpa was nowhere close to judging her own daughter-- she was also going to do the same thing, if everything had played out as she had hoped.

Tumpa gently grabbed her daughter's hands and explained, "There is nothing to be ashamed of." She continued, "We all have been there at some point or another. But, my dear, remember one thing-- whatever you see in those adult videos is all overhyped or fabricated.