Creamed

"Want some banana split?" Judith asked, grabbing one. My eyes locked on her fingers wrapped around that thick, curved fruit. I pictured it stretching me open, cool and solid inside me. She saw the look cross my face. Knew exactly where my mind went. She pulled the can of whipped cream from the fridge and aimed it at my nipples, spraying twin curls of white sweetness that melted fast against my hot skin. The banana waited in her other hand while she knelt between my legs and painted another creamy stripe down my slit. She pressed the tip to my entrance and pushed, an inch at first, then deeper, until I felt that blunt shape nudging my deepest spot. When she switched to her tongue, licking cream and juice from me in long, slow strokes, the banana slid free and clattered onto the sheets, leaving me throbbing and empty until she replaced it with two slick fingers and her mouth sealed over my clit.