Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2004 04:26:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Suzy Suburbanite <suzy999999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sunday in the Garden  lesbian/authoritarian

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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."

"Promise?"

"Arrgghhh!"

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 fucking."

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 harder--harder--harder!"

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.
"Take--my--fucking--dick--you--filthy--dirty--cunt-- whore--bitch--slut,"
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 wallow in.

"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 dirt again.

"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 cunt!"

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 frustration.

"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 floor.

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 oil causes.'

"Fuck!"  Daddy expressed her frustration once more as the ball slipped up
and out of my butt crack and landed in the middle of my back.

'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 at me.

"No Da..."

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 from Wisconsin.

"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,
"...bitch--slut--cunt--bitch--cum--cum--cum--slut--
whore--damn--fuck--slut--cum--fuck--..."

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:

"...bitch--slut..."

"plplughp--plpulghp"

"...slut--bitch..."

"plplughp--plplughp..."

...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 another.

'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 fucked well.

Her hot breath blew softly across my ear, "Does baby love Daddy?"

"Oh Sharron..."

"You're such a hot little fuck bunny," she breathed right before licking
the perspiration from behind my left ear.

"Darling..."

"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 know wore...

"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-sink
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 chastity belt.

"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---

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