I’m a Vegetarian with a Big V

And he was a carnivore with a Big C

They say that opposites attract. Well, I’ve never been too sure about that. As a nurse, I’m into health in a big way, and I never thought I could get it off with someone who didn’t take health seriously.

I run, swim, don’t smoke or drink, and I always eat healthily.

“I’m a vegetarian with a Big V,” I always tell people. “I never do meat.”

So, I was at this barbecue at a girlfriend’s beach house. She’s a corporate lawyer married to a movie director. That means they probably have more loose change than I earn. The beach house is amazing, set in dunes on their own private beach.

And the dress code was swimwear only.

There were loads of lawyers, movie actors and sports folk there. Lots of food and drink, and a professional chef operating the barbecue. Ever kind of steak imaginable, spare ribs, beef, boar, venison, lamb, you name it.

“Aren’t you tempted to try a steak?”

I looked round and saw this tall, gorgeous hunk standing beside me as I contemplated what kind of fruit salad to have. He had an unlit broomstick thick cigar clamped between his second and third fingers.

“I recognize you, but I can’t quite place you,” I replied.

“That happens all the time to me. You’ll probably recognize the body more than the face. I’m just a lowly stunt man.” He grinned down at me. “But you haven’t answered the question. Aren’t you tempted to have a steak? Giorgio the chef can work wonders with a barbie.”

“I’m a vegetarian with…”

He grinned again. “…with a Big V! My ears pricked up when I heard you say that earlier.”

His eyes were wandering over my face and my boobs in an appreciative manner. Then he winked. “My prick picked up, too when I saw you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and my eyes fell down to the bulge in his swimming trunks.

“I’m a carnivore with a Big C,” he joked.

“I can see that,” I said, fascinated to see the bulge get larger before my eyes. “And no, I don’t want to try a steak, but maybe you could tempt me with a little meat.”

I looked round to check no one was watching, and then placed a hand over his bulge, which was reassuringly firm. He made a guttural noise and surreptitiously ran his fingers over my bikini bottom clad mound.

“But only if you’ll try some fruit,” I added, helping myself to a variety of sliced fruits and piling them on a plate. “Maybe we could picnic in the dunes — where it’s quiet and secluded.”

“It’s a deal,” he replied, grabbing a towel and following me.

We wasted no time once we were away from the crowd and kissed as I peeled his trunks off and he untied my bikini, which fell off me.

I shoved him down on the towel and took his huge meat into my mouth, and sucked his head as if it was a juicy plum. I relished the pre-cum and gave him the blow job of his life, while he reached down and fondled my boobs and pinched my nipples.

“Do you like the taste of my meat?” he asked as I shifted my attention to his balls, sucking one after the other. They were like large lemons, but not so acidic to the tongue!

“Uh-huh,” I said, releasing him and lying on my back with my legs akimbo. Grabbing two peach halves, I squashed them all over my boobs. “But first, taste my tits.”

He needed no further urging, but devoured the peach pulp as he sucked and bit my nipples.

“And now try my Big V,” I said, smearing a mango all over my clit and pussy lips. It felt good as the juice oozed inside me.

I wanked him gently as he sucked the fruit out of my pussy and worked wonders with my fruit covered clit.

As he came up for air, I slipped a couple of skinless grapes up my cunt and watched his eyes almost pop.

“You can retrieve them with your tongue if you throw that cigar away. It's bad for your health. Grapes, on the other hand, are really good for you.”

His tongue was long and beautifully skilled. His retrieval of the grapes brought me to the very edge of an orgasm.

“How about we let my Big V and your Big C get properly acquainted?” I said at last.

And they did. His cock was huge, both in length and girth, but with all the fruit, spit and pussy juice, it slid easily into my eager cunt.

He fucked me hard as we rolled hither and thither. Grabbing a slice of guava fruit, I smeared it all over his anus and then shoved my finger into him. He rode me like the stallion he was, and I fingered him, swirling my digit round and round to stimulate his inner organ.

I couldn’t stop crying out as the orgasm started deep inside me and around my clit, spreading quickly through my body.

I could sense him approaching his peak, and I pushed him back. “I like cream with my fruit.”

“My pleasure,” he groaned, pulling out of my Big V and shooting his cream from his magnificent Big C all over my face and tits.

As our mutual orgasms subsided, I licked the cum and pussy juice from his cock and balls. Then he rolled me over on my back and kissed and licked the cum and fruit juice off my face and tits.

“What’s your verdict?” he asked.

“Hmm, I think I like your meat. It’s quite the best cock I’ve ever tasted.”

“And I think I could happily live off fruit from your Big V.”

I laughed as he fingered my cunt again, and I stroked his hardening cock. “It’s like I’ve always said — opposites attract. Shall we try it again?”