Sunday in the Garden
By: Suzy Suburbanite
When I saw Sharron coming out the back door of our
house wearing her boy jeans, I knew I was in for a good fuck. Like, the
only time she ever wears those jeans is when she's packing, and when she
packs, she packs big, and she packs mean.
I'd been hoping that my girl might get all worked up
from my continual teasing earlier that morning. I knew she hated when I
ran around the house in a flimsy nightie while she was trying to get work
done. But heck, I'm a spoiled-rotten girly-girl femme, so that's my job,
to be barely dressed around my "daddy" and drive her nuts-o-lusty.
"Kitty's so lonely," I whined as my fingers did a
little diddle through my fur.
"Damnit Anne-Marie, I have to get this spreadsheet
done for work tomorrow," Shar scolded me as I lifted my nightgown to show
her my pretty kitty. "Teaser girl, you keep that up, and you'll get more
than you bargained for."
Anyway, so Shar is coming out of the house in her boy
jeans and her gold Navy SEAL t- shirt, heading straight for the potting
shed where I was working. I just act as if I didn't see her and go back to
fussing with the seedling tomato plants. I knew that she'd seen me going
into the garden wearing my "Daisy Dukes" and a white, man's dress shirt
tied halter style. I also knew how jealous it made her when I wore that
outfit into the garden, because there were two neighbor guys and one
neighbor woman that went gaga when they saw my big round ass peeking out
the bottom of those shorts.
"Is this what you want slut?" Shar growled into my
ear as she stepped up behind me, pressing her body and big daddy dick
against my ass as she roughly squeezed my breasts.
"Oh yes Daddy," I hissed, knowing that I was going to
have an extraordinarily happy kitten very soon, "baby so needs a thorough
The love of my life began biting my neck--no doubt
leaving the marks of her ravenous desire for me--and grinding harder and
harder into my wanton bottom. In the blink of an eye, Sharron had undone
the button and zipper on my shorts and roughly pulled them to the middle
of my thighs. I was trapped now, unable to move my legs or open myself for
that good butch fuck I was about to receive.
Then she's pressing her blue jean-encased dick
against my bare ass, "This is what you want, right teaser girl? You want
my big dick?"
"Yes," I hissed breathlessly.
God how I love it went she gets herself all worked
up--arrogant and angry--and then takes me like I was just her personal
fuck toy. She pushed me down across the worktable, my face forced into the
filth and potting soil, as she undid her belt and let her boy jeans drop
around her ankles. Then, before you could shake a stick (or a plastic
dick, in this case), Sharron was deep into my needy kitty.
"Oh yes, fuck me Daddy," I gasped, realizing who was
inside me--it was "Big Mamoo". Well, that's what I called the dildo she
wore, "Big Mamoo". It wasn't all that long, but the girth and the ridges,
oh God, the girth of that randy plastic beast.
"Oh fuck me Daddy!"
"Yeah bitch, ya like that? Don't chy'a whore?"
All that dyke dick and dirty talk too, I was in
heaven as Shar quickly got up to a solid, "Thwacka-thwacka, Humpa-humpa"
fuck speed. I secretly hoped that the married neighbor girl who had the
crush on me was listening as Shar's hips slammed against my ass. She was
pulling my hair with one hand while I pushed my round bottom tighter and
tighter to her fucking dick. I love the way my girl fucks!
All that came out of me was a rhythmic, "ah, ah, ah,
ah," timed with Sharron's pounding trusts into my wet, welcoming kitten.
"Yeah slut, you like it hard 'n dirty, don't chy'a?"
"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me, fuck me
What's the old adage, "Be care what you wish for?"
Maybe I should've been less of a tease that morning. Or, maybe I might've
noticed that Sharron was wearing Aqua Velva when she first grabbed me from
behind; a sure sign of a rough ride for her girl, me.
"Oh yeah slut, take--my--big--fucking--dick," she
snarled down at me while shoving my tits and face harder into the dirt.
Daddy growled in time with each pounding thrust she delivered to my hole.
Because really, that's all my poor little kitty was
now, just her fuck hole; a part of my body that later in the day would be
swollen and sore, but right then and there...A vessel for my angry Daddy's
lust and release, and my unabashed pleasure.
"Oh Christ yes, pound my dirty hole you bitch!" I
screamed with enough volume and vigor to wake the Pope in Rome.
Sharron moved in a tempo I didn't believe humanly
possible as she fucked "Big Mamoo" into my cunt. She reached depths in my
pussy and deviant mind that caused me to scream, "Yes, yes, yes," again
and again, as I convulsed through one orgasm after another.
She fucked so hard and so long that I thought the
workbench would collapse under the motion of the royal rodgering I
received. Though, maybe it would give way just from her slamming my body
down harder and harder into the pile of dirt that was scattering onto my
face and into my mouth. Already the tomato plants I'd been working on
tipped over, providing even more filth, dirt, and fertilizer for me to
"Dirty--filthy--slut," she spoke in the staccato
cadence of her pounding hips, "fuckin' tease me, will you?"
I felt the sweat dripping off her brow onto my back
as the frenzied fuck continued for what; five minutes? Ten minutes? I
mean, how can any woman fuck like that? But my Daddy wasn't any woman, I
know that, or at least I should by now. "Big Mamoo" was her favorite.
Mostly because whenever I saw that big dick pointed in my direction, I
shivered from stem to stern, and Sharron loved that, seeing me shiver in
anticipation, that is.
Then, as suddenly as she had started our little
backyard bang, she stopped. I made it up as far as my elbows when I tried
to turn and see what was happening behind me. I craned my head around to
see what was keeping her from the fuck I craved, but she allowed me only a
glance before grabbing a handful of my hair and pushing my face into the
"Did I tell you to fucking move whore?"
"No Daddy," I said, trembling; wondering if this
would be the first time in the six months we'd lived together that I'd
need to use our safe word.
My cunt felt like a wind tunnel, open and breezy,
when "Big Mamoo" came out of Kitty and slapped against Daddy's thigh with
a plunk. Sharron reached for a bottle of motor oil, that we kept for the
lawnmower, from a shelf in front of me, saying repeatedly, "you asked for
this slut," as she then poured the thick liquid down my ass crack.
"Hell no you don't," I said. My voice filled with
startled fear and sincerity at the implications of the lube job I was
getting, "Not with Big Mamoo Shar, please, not with that dick."
Now I was no virgin in the butt, but "Big Mamoo"
would totally rip me open. I had a slight panic attack with visions of the
emergency room, a few dozen stitches, and curious doctors and nurses
asking embarrassing questions.
"Shut the fuck up you teasing little bitch."
"Please Daddy, no, no," I pled for the sake of my
asshole. Strangely though, I never said the safe word, "not with Big
Mamoo, please Daddy, please."
Sharron gave my ass a hard swat, "I said shut up
My fierce Daddy relaxed her grip, allowing me a
chance to turn my head and see her, to look her in the eye, just to make
sure that this rough fuck was still our glorious sexy game. What I saw
scared the poop out of me: sweat poured from her crew cut across her face,
the veins in her neck and forehead bulged and pulsed, and her golden
t-shirt was soaked through-and-through with evidence of her exertion. Her
tight, muscular breasts quivered--her nipples excited and erect--as she
rummaged about the shelves in front of me.
"This'll do," she said with a renewed wicked twinkle
in her eye as she held up an old tennis ball. "Whad'ya think Annie?
This'll fit in your asshole, right?"
"Noo, Daddy, no," I responded in my regained,
naked-happy-fun-time; fuck me, fuck me voice.
From prior experience, I knew full well that my butt
could easily accept the pliable tennis ball. 'Whew,' I thought, relieved
now that Sharron seemed a bit more playful and a lot less vengeful.
Sharron spilled the remaining motor oil all over the
dingy tennis ball and then she gently slid her thumb into my overly lubed
bottom. My dear perverted lover allowed me to watch her tender motions for
a bit, as she began opening me for this improvised butt plug. I tried to
help things along by reaching back and spreading my cheeks, but to no
avail. My hands kept slipping off my oily ass, causing both of us some
"Damnit Anne-Marie, can't you do anything right
today," Sharron said harshly as she pushed my face back into the dirt.
"I'm sorry Daddy," I tried to say back through a
mouthful of potting soil and scattered seedling plants.
Sharron's efforts to plant the ball in my ass became
more urgent with every round of slippy-slidey she played with my oily butt
and the equally oily ball. She just couldn't seem to get a good grasp and
all she managed to do was drop the wannabe butt plug into the dirt.
"Shit," she exclaimed again as she picked up the ball
and knocked off the dirt sticking to the greasy fuzz. "Damnit," she
growled as the ball again slipped through her fingers and landed on the
This was becoming a "Who's on first" comedy as my
dyke Daddy tried repeatedly to get the makeshift plug into my ass: the
plug that would tighten my cunt enough so that she could cum just from
giving me a fuck. But, try as she may, the ball just kept slipping away.
As Sharron tried again and again, the fuzz started to
tickle and then scratch at my asshole.
'Oh great,' I thought somewhat dispassionately, 'now
I'll have rug burn on my asshole to go with whatever infection the motor
"Fuck!" Daddy expressed her frustration once more as
the ball slipped up and out of my butt crack and landed in the middle of
'Yep, itchy and scratchy,' I thought aimlessly.
Isn't it funny how your mind can betray you at the
most inopportune moments? Well, maybe funny isn't the word, because as
soon as I think "Itchy and Scratchy" I suddenly have visions of Marge
Simpson trying to shove an oiled tennis ball into Maude Flanders' butt,
and I giggled. Just a little "tee-he" of a giggle, but definitely not the
right thing to do while a dyke daddy is failing her attempts to stuff ones
ass with a tennis ball.
"You think this is funny fuck bitch?" Sharron yelled
Before I could finish, she grabbed my hair and
dragged me from the workbench onto the dirt floor of the small shed.
Pushing my face and breasts roughly into the accumulated filth, Daddy
demanded I present my butt to her lustful advances...
"Further slut, push it out further."
As tender and playful as she was before my little
laugh, she was now that angry demanding God of Goddesses; ruling my body
as a toy to be played with--as her own "fuck bitch". Sharron pressed the
grit-encrusted ball to my winking ass: and she pushed. She didn't display
any of the merciful gentleness of earlier efforts, but she just shoved
hard, too damn hard.
"Oh fuck Shar, you're killing me!" I shouted.
But now, at this moment of our game, this garden hump
wasn't about me, wasn't about my Lolita-like teasing, nor my need for some
randy, raunchy loving from my Daddy. No. This was all about her needs.
Sharron had put up with my sloppy wet snatch and eager, open cunt, and now
she wanted hers. Daddy wanted her orgasm, even if it hurt me. Oh, and baby
she could hurt so good.
"Oh please--take it out, take it out!"
"Shut up whore," she roared down at me as she
positioned "Big Mamoo" to take me again, now that the ball was in my butt.
A nanosecond before Daddy stuffed me full, I
whimpered, "Be gentle Daddy."
Ha, fat chance! Not with the teasing I'd done or the
frustrating slip-n-slid adventure. Sharron just lined-up "Mamoo" and let
loose the dogs of fuck. Before I could even catch my breath, she had her
big dyke dick painfully bumping my cervix. But, I loved it. I loved it
this way. I loved when she got so consumed with her desire that I was
irrelevant: either my happiness or pain. It just didn't matter to Daddy at
that point. At that juncture of this rough sex, she just needed hers.
"Work it girl! Yeah, work that dick! Work it like you
mean it slut. Work it bitch," she commanded like a New York pimp
breaking-in a fourteen-year-old, lily-assed, white girl just off the bus
"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy--you're killing me so good," my
own pant as needy as hers, as I humped my kitten onto "Big Mamoo".
Whatever asinine Frenchman called the female orgasm
the "little death" never met Sharron. Because when Shar fucked, she never
held back, it was never little; it was always a glorious, rapturous,
consuming death. You might say she gave me the Reno, Nevada of
orgasms--"The Biggest, Little Death on Earth".
"Oh yes--yes--yes Shar, fuck me,--yes," my voice
muffled in the dirt.
Daddy's growls and sneers had become that wonderful
string of nonsensical curses that signaled her impending climax,
She moved "Mamoo" faster and faster into my kitty.
Not deep and long, like earlier, but fast and shallow, so that the
peach-sized head of the dildo was catching against the tennis ball. Kitten
was so wet, open, and sloppy with all the added oil and my orgasmic flow
that the hot humid musty confines of our little green potting shed became
a cacophony of curse and queef:
...and on my Daddy fucked. She flayed me and spayed
me; laying Kitty so open with her mighty, mighty dyke dick that I feared
my little hole would stay gaping wide long after this power fuck was over.
I was such the blathering idiot after another five minutes I also feared
that I'd never say any words except for, "huh, huh, huh, huh, huh--huh,
huh, huh, huh, huh," as my body rolled through one trembling "O" after
'Stop, stop, stop,' my mind was screaming, as I was
unable to cum again, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was,
"huh, huh, huh, huh--huh, huh, huh, huh, huh."
But, where Kitten would usually go all dry when I'd
had enough, this Sunday morning, with motor oil added to the usual mix of
pussy cream and perspiration, Shar just kept right on fucking me
senseless. She used my body for her pleasure: pushing me and pulling me to
suit her own needs. One moment she's trying to shove my face through the
dirt floor, and the next she's pulling my long brown hair to reinforce her
Daddy dominance over me.
"There it is, there it is," she strained her voice
through clenched teeth as she moved "Big Mamoo" rapidly across the tight
spot in my hole.
"Oh yes Daddy, do it, do it," I panted for her
pleasure now, "cum inside me--knock me up!"
Sharron loved it that way. Especially when she was
being all butch and manly, she wanted to feel manly, she wanted to hear me
tell her that I'd let her impregnate me at her whim.
"Knock me up--knock me up--knock me up," I begged my
Daddy through her orgasm.
"Oh fuck yeah teaser girl, take my load,
take--my--load," she roared for the world to hear as she trembled and
shook her mighty "O" from her body.
Almost as an afterthought, when she'd slowed her
thrusting hips, she remembered to "cum" inside me. Sharron reached for the
squeeze bulb that allowed her to shoot her "wad"; that strange homemade
concoction she filled "Mamoo" with to let me feel her orgasm. Today it was
thick, gloopy, and hot.
"Yes Daddy, yes," I moaned languidly, relishing the
soothing warmth of Daddy's cum wad, "shoot your load in Kitten."
"Yeah baby girl, yeah," Sharron moaned quietly,
"there's all of Daddy's love."
Once she got her groove on, Shar was a tender
pussycat--all sugary sweet with hugs and smooches. She wasn't that angry
daddy any longer, but my dearest lover: collapsing across my back, her
sweat-soaked body bathing me in that delightful stink of a butch who has
Her hot breath blew softly across my ear, "Does baby
"You're such a hot little fuck bunny," she breathed
right before licking the perspiration from behind my left ear.
"Do you love me Anne-Marie?" she whispered softly
while pulling me upright; tight to her soaked breast.
"Yes," I whispered back.
Sharron pulled my lips towards hers and we locked in
a tender post-orgasm kiss. She could be the hostess with the mostess in
these quite moments after the storm. After her furry and rage was blown
out over the yielding shores of my body, Shar's moist breath and lapping
kisses became a liquid tropical breeze smoothing the path of destruction.
"Good," her voice had a tinge of growl, "because I'm
not done with you yet slut."
What I mistook for a grand finale, the final blowout,
was but the eye of hurricane Daddy passing briefly by. Sharron grabbed my
collar from her back pocket and buckled it snuggly around my neck. That
act alone made me start creaming again, because I knew instantly what the
rest of our game would be that sunny Sunday afternoon--Anne-Marie as the
human chastity belt!
Daddy pushed me down again and pulled "Big Mamoo"
from my kitten, leaving me empty and dripping her "cum". I looked under my
body and saw her "wad" streaking my thighs all frothy and pink; puddling
into the ruined, oily rag that were my "Daisy Dukes".
"Taste me girl," Sharron sneered, "you know you want
to, taste it."
"Hmm," I moaned at today's special treat: strawberry
marshmallow fluff, "you taste so good Daddy."
She snickered down at me as I wallowed in the dirt
and savored the sweet treat leaking from my kitten. I can hear Daddy
behind me hitching-up her blue jeans and searching for something else on
the workbench. As I start to relax, she clips a leash onto the collar I
"Present this to me in my bed in ten minutes," Daddy
commanded as she dropped the lead by my head. "Oh, do you want this out?"
she asked while tapping the dingy tennis ball that was poking out through
my distended asshole.
"Yes please," I said.
"Well go ahead, push."
I grunted a couple times, "It won't come out! Oh shit
Sharron, it won't come out," my voice a bit startled that maybe we had
gone too far this weekend in our raunchy sex games.
"Oh quit being a brat Anne-Marie," Daddy said as she
was soon doing something to the ball, "Push girl!"
I did, and she pulled on whatever had been screwed
into the ball, and out that fucker popped.
"Ouch, Fuck!" I screamed as the gritty ball stretched
me wide, sending my poor orgasmed-out body into epileptic-like convulsions
on the grimy dirt floor.
Daddy just laughed at me as she slammed the door shut
behind her. "What the fuck are you looking at bitch?" I heard Sharron say
from outside the shed. "You want some too?"
I smiled to myself, knowing that Heather, the married
girl, was spying on our Sunday antics again. 'Maybe next week or the week
after,' I thought.
Nevertheless, I didn't have too much time to think
about seducing Heather. All I could focus on was what awaited me in our
bedroom: my sweat-stink Daddy, naked, her big wild unruly matted bush needy
for me. She did this every week. I go to her and hand her the leash then
she guides me to my spot between her thighs and clips my collar to the
thick belt worn around her waist. Then it's an hour or more of tales about
all the sexy femmes she'd seen that week and how I was such a good little
"Oh God," I moaned aloud as a tiny ripple of climax
coursed through me at the thought of it.
I did my best to dress, but my shirt was torn and my
shorts were really just rags. Pink marshmallow fluff streaked my thighs
and I was covered from head-to-toe in dirt, sweat and bits of the tomato
plants. When I looked down, I saw that I was a complete, delightful mess.
'Well here goes nothing,' I thought as I opened the
shed door and headed towards the house.
Three steps across the backyard I saw somebody moving
on the other side of the fence off to my left, "Hello Heather. How are you
today," I about giggled.
"I'm fine Anne-Marie," she began, as she peeked her
head above the top of the wooden fence, "how are yo...Oh my God!"
You could hear a pin drop--or maybe that was her jaw
dropping--as my curious neighbor stared in wonderment at the sight of the
well and truly fucked femme standing before her. She raised her hand to
her mouth, as if to reinforce the "Oh my God" sentiment, before stumbling
slightly and grasping the edge of the fence to support herself.
I took a couple steps towards her and quietly said,
"Do you want me to leave the bedroom window open again this week Heather?"
The poor girl was at a complete loss. Her face
instantly turned a deep, deep red with the revelation that I knew about
her secret spying.
'Yes,' I thought with a wicked little grin as I
turned my sticky, dirty body towards the backdoor, 'yes, maybe next week,
or the week after.'
-----End of Sunday in the Garden------