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Subject: The Horny RA write of sex with Vegetables!
Message-ID: <1992Apr15.040546.22231@athena.cs.uga.edu>
From: whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu (Andrew L. Whitaker)
Date: 15 Apr 92 04:05:46 GMT
Distribution: alt.sex, alt.sex.motss
Organization: University of Georgia, Athens
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From the Author of Dorm Encounters:
Just a little something different I thought I'd share.
This is an interesting story about masturbation and more
importantly, sex with produce.  Enjoy.  It's true.

     When I was about 12, we moved to a new house that had a 25
acre pasture behind it that used to be used for horses.  Though
we had horses in Idaho on our ranch, we chose not to keep them at
home.  As such, the grass and pastures lay waste for a while
until my mother got the brilliant idea to plant a small farm.  We
had every sort of vegetable and fruit you could imagine growing
in Georgia, and soon the place was overrun.  Naturally, it fell
on me to take care of the damn thing, so I spent most of a summer
in the gardens.

     At first I hated being in the hot sun day after day after
day, bent over raking, hoeing, etc., but soon the work got me
interested and I began liking the sun I was getting as well.  I
got serious stares from everyone when I went to the pool, for
example.

     Anyway, I began to really love the time I spent working all
day in the garden.  It was a secluded spot, and I felt very happy
being alone all the time.  I sang to myself, danced around a lot,
and generally had a good time playing farmer.  Of course the
gardens themselves began looking really good and my parents, on
their random tours in the evenings were quite impressed not only
with the enormous baskets of produce I produced at the kitchen
door every afternoon, but at the incredibly anal retentive
organization and layout of the gardens themselves.  Each row was
perfectly straight, no weeds in sight, you get the picture.  I
took great pride in my work and found the praise I got reward
enough for the hard work it took to tend to the various fruits
and vegetables.

     It was about this time in my life when I began to
masturbate.  I forget exactly how I discovered what incredible
erotic joy can be derived from pawing my penis first to erection
then to screaming orgasm.  It's not important.  What is important
is that I soon developed a real need to masturbate as often as
possible, and found myself laying amid the garden rows every few
hours and tossing off a load as I thought about the someday that
I would have sex for the first time with some hunky man.

     One day I snuck a couple of the dirty magazines I had stolen
from a bookstore down to the barn as I went to the gardens to
work.  They were lame by today's standards, but gay magazines
nonetheless.  The important thing is that I had discovered
pornography and found it to be a great stimulus not only for
feeding my fantasy life (which was vivid, I assure you) but also
to accent my jerk off sessions.  I would read the same few
stories about young college boys engaging in fantastic fucking
and sucking sessions, and I would beat my young cock til it hurt.

     I decided, on this particular day, after having beaten off
once in the field, to get the magazines and take a jerk off
break.  I fetched them from the barn and returned to the shadier
part of the gardens where the cucumbers, squash, and watermelon
were growing.  I stripped off my clothes and got down in the cool
dirt and began poring over the glossy photos of erect, young,
hunky men.  My rod quickly achieved tumescence, and I spit on it
a couple of times and began fisting myself with abandon.  I
turned the pages and imagined myself having sex with the models
in the pictures, a fantasy that always got me off in style. 
While I was fisting, some of the cucumbers caught my peripheral
vision.

     I put the magazine down and broke off a smaller thin
cucumber from the vine.  I stuck it in my mouth and sucked on it
for a second, pretending that it was a hard, throbbing cock.  The
feeling was incredible.  Then I tried to shove it up my ass and
was totally surprised to find that it wouldn't go in.  I couldn't
figure it out since I had been reading that ass fucking was
relatively easy.  Then I remembered the missing ingredient, lube.
I ran to the barn and got some hand cleaning goop that we used
after greasing the tractors and stuff.  I smeared it on the
cucumber and stuffed a gob of it up my ass.  I moved my finger
around and found my prostate gland, and howled with the sudden
rush of incredible pleasure.

     I stuck the cucumber next to my little puckered hole and
shoved with all my might.  At first, it didn't want to go in, but
then it slid past my sphincter and into my ass channel.  What an
incredible rush.  I moved the bumpy cucumber in and out of my
stretched-open ass and sang with glee as I felt my first fuck. 
It was heaven.  It wasn't enough though.  I looked around and
tried to think of something else.  I grabbed another cucumber and
started deep throating it like I had been doing it all my life.
Still not enough.

     Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a watermelon.  I
had heard jokes at school about farm boys fucking watermelons,
and I figured this was a good time to check the action out.  I
dug my pocket knife out of my discarded jeans and cut a smaller
one from its vine.  Then I carved a smooth round hole in it about
the size of my dick.  With the cucumber in my mouth, and the
other still up my ass, I held the watermelon over my cock and
pushed down.

     You've no idea how incredible it felt.  The inside of the
melon was still cool from the cool night before, and my cock was
literally ablaze with sensations as I moved the small melon up
and down on my cock.  As the tempo increased, watermelon juice
began to seep out of the hole, coating my cock, pubic hair and
groin.

     I bounced up and down on the cucumber, wriggling my ass
around in the dirt, still sucking the cucumber and still
thrusting myself in and out of the watermelon.  I sat down hard
as I felt my cum boiling from my balls and the cucumber sank all
the way into my ass, the lips closing around the end.  At that
precise moment, I began blasting my young load into the inside of
the watermelon as I continued to pull and push it up and down on
my cock.

     The cucumber in my mouth fell as I gasped for breath.  I
pulled the melon off my quickly deflating cock and looked inside. 
Swimming around in the pink destruction that was once the meat of
the melon was the biggest load I had ever shot.  I held it over
my mouth and let it run out of the hole and into my waiting
throat.  The combination of my spunk and the watermelon juice was
pure, unadulterated heaven, my friends.  Truly!

     I lay in the sun for some time, basking in the warmth as the
sun dried the sticky mess onto my tanned skin.  I fell asleep for
a time and woke with another raging hardon and a very full
feeling in my ass.  I then remembered the cucumber and pulled it
out using my long fingernails to grip it.  I threw it into the
river about 20 yards away, beat off quickly once more and dressed
and got back to work.

     And that, my friend, is how I first learned to fuck and be
fucked.

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