The Secret Ingredient
by John O'Connor

Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
 MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
 infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.

Special note: This is a nasty little story and may not
appeal to everyone.  While there is no S&M or
anything, the use of fruits and veggies in unusual
ways (even for an NC-17 story) may be considered
extreme by some.

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"Doc, this is the best!" Jack O'Neill declared.  
He was tightly clasping a kaiser roll that held a
Polish sausage smothered in mustard and onions.
Daniel, eyeing the extras that Jack used, said, "How
can you tell?"
"Trust me, Danny-boy.  After a lifetime of Chicago
sausages & dogs, I know what I'm talking about."
"You stated you lived in Minnesota, O'Neill," Teal'c
said.
"Yeah, well, we still went back to see family and Dad
had to have his home-grown sausages.  Well,
home-stuffed anyway.  I had an uncle who packed his
own sausages
"But, anyway Doc, this is one of the best Polish I've
ever had!  What's your secret?"
Janet Fraiser sat back with a small smile.  "That's
just it, it's a secret, Colonel.  A special
marinade..."
"Janet, this corn is quite good too," Daniel said,
waving a partially-eaten ear around.  "Same thing?"
"Yep.  And the cucumbers and carrots in the salad."
"The same marinade for meat and vegetables?" Jack
asked.  "That must be some concoction."
Sam watched for a moment from the kitchen.  She
enjoyed having her extended family together.  And the
opportunity was rare that all of them could get
together at the same time.  But this was a rare
weekend.  SG-1 was off and so was Janet. It was a
warm, sunny day, and a good chance for them to get
together.
Cassie was in heaven too.  Her favorite people were
all together at the same time.   
Sam watched her sitting relaxed on the patio,
listening to every word said.  And occasionally
throwing in the wisdom of a teenager just to keep the
adults on their toes. 
The tall blonde walked out onto the back porch of
Janet and Cassie Fraiser's house after 'inspecting the
plumbing'.  "What are you guys talking about?"
"Carter, tell me this isn't the best damned Polish
sausage ever!  I dare ya!"
"Yes sir, it is.  That what you were talking about?"
Janet nodded.  "The colonel's trying to get my
secret."
"Fat chance.  How long have I been pestering you for
it?"
Janet just smiled.  But there was a certain smugness
in that smile.
"Hey!" Jack yelled.  "I got it!  It's booze!  You soak
them in Jack Daniels or something."
Sam's eyes widened, "That's why you always make sure
Cassie's are separate, so she won't get buzzed."
Janet sat there with a smile, not acknowledging or
denying her friends' guesses.  This was a secret she
was planning to keep for a long, long time.
* * * *
Janet walked her guests to their cars.  "Yes sir, I'll
be happy to make you some of my special cucumber
salad.  I'll bring it in on Monday."
Jack looked smugly pleased and nodded at Daniel, "See?
 For me.  And I'm not sharing..."
"O'Neill, let us go.  I wish to again view the
adventures of Skywalker and his comrades."
"You got it, Big Guy.  C'mon Daniel, Teal'c has a
movie to watch.  Again."
As the men left, Sam stood next to Janet in the early
evening light. 
"Just how many times has he watched "Star Wars"?"
Janet asked.
"I dunno.  But I bet he could give my big brother a
run for his money.  He saw it something like twenty
times in the theater when it came out."
"Twenty times?" 
"Yep.  It was the hottest thing for geeks since the
original "Star Trek".  At least until the internet..."
Janet laughed and headed back around the house to the
patio.  Sam followed.
After cleaning up the back yard, Sam checked in on
Cassie. The fifteen-year old was on-line IM-ing
friends. 
"Not going out?"
"Not tonight.  Stephie, Dawn and I are going to the
mall tomorrow."
"Sounds like fun," Sam said with a small grin.  "Boys,
shopping, food court...  What more could you want?"
"Yeah, it'll be fun."
"Okay, kiddo, see ya later."  
Sam turned to leave the teen's room when Cassie
stopped her, "Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Why won't Mom let me have any of the stuff you guys
have?  It's not like I'm gonna get drunk and act
stupid."
Sam stood in the doorway for a moment.  How to put
this?  "Well, you're just not old enough.  In a few
years, it'll be okay for you to drink alcohol, if you
want.  But for now, it's just best not to give you
any."
Cassie sat and stared at her monitor, pouting.  "Not
fair.  Grandpa gives me rum balls at Christmas..."
Sam stepped forward and ran her hand along the girl's
long hair. "'Poor, poor pitiful me.'"
"Huh?"
"Old song.  Don't worry about it.  When you're old
enough, I'm sure your mom will be happy to share. 
You'll probably even get her recipe."
Cassie grinned at the mock-hurt look on Sam's face. 
"Thanks Sam."
"I'll stop in to day good night before I leave,
kiddo."
"Okay Sam."  
Before the short sentence was finished, Cassie had
already turned back to the monitor.  Sam smiled and
pulled the door shut.
Reentering the kitchen, Sam saw three cucumbers and a
carrot in a drainer in the sink.  "Getting ready to
make the colonel's treat?"
"Soon," Janet said cryptically.  "Thanks for helping
me cleanup."
"Hey, thanks for dinner.  The colonel is right, your
sausages are the best.  Sure you won't share your
secret?"
Janet simply nodded.  "Want another beer?"
"Sure, one more then I'll head home."
* * * *
Sam was driving to her little 'home away from the
mountain' as she called it.  She was feeling content. 
The food was great and she ate just enough to keep her
from any munchie attacks later.  And she had paced
herself on the beer so she wasn't drunk or even very
tired.
"Shit!" she said out loud.  "My wallet!"
Sam rarely carried any kind of pocket book.  She only
really had two purses, both her mother's.  She
preferred to travel light and usually just carried an
over-sized wallet.  It was more than enough for her
cash, IDs, and credit cards.  It even had a pocket for
what little makeup she did wear, when she bothered to
where any.  
But it was too large for the hip pocket of her denim
shorts.  And it was uncomfortable to sit if she had
the wallet in her front pocket.  When she got home,
she usually tossed on the dresser in her bedroom.  And
she usually left it in her on-base quarters under the
mountain while on duty.
But when she went to friends' places, she usually left
it on the coffee table or an end table.  (If it was a
larger event, she'd lock it in her car.)  
She hit the wheel with the heel of her hand.  She
could picture where she left it at Janet's, on the
counter near the refrigerator.  She'd placed it there
while she put the beer she brought in the appliance.  
Sam thought quickly.  She needed the cash for grocery
shopping in the morning.  And she wanted her driver's
license just in case something happened.  And Janet
would still be up, she was planning to start on Jack's
salad.
Ten minutes later, Sam pulled up in front of her
closest friend's house.  Cassie's light was out but
she had a busy day and had been yawning a lot just
before Sam left.  The living room light was low.
'Since Janet'll be in the kitchen, I'll just go
around,' Sam thought as she headed again for the back
yard.
Strangely, the sliding door curtains were closed as
was the draw shade on the back door.  The thin
curtains over the window above the sink was drawn
closed as well.
Intrigues, and a bit apprehensive, Sam walked quietly
up to the kitchen window.  Using one of the hard-wood
deck chairs, she was able to look in.  
It took all her will power not to fall off the chair
when she saw what was going on in the Fraiser kitchen.
* * * *
After Sam left, Janet checked the house, confirmed
that Cassie was down for the night (the teen was
snoring softly when Janet looked in on her), and then
closed the drapes and curtains in the kitchen.
The petit brunette eyed the veggies before her.  She
always made a point of buying the largest she could
when it came to fruits and vegetables.  The cucumbers
were all at least seven inches long and two to three
inches around.  The carrot was nearly ten inches long
and widened to almost a two-inch circumference.
Taking a pairing knife, Janet cut five small, V-shaped
notches in the surface of the cucumbers.  These ran
from end to end and were roughly parallel.  She also
used an old-fashioned peeler and peeled the large
carrot.
"All the better to 'season' you," Janet said with a
wicked giggle, as she caressed the cool, hard
vegetables.
She pulled a stool over to the counter, where the
vegetables were arrayed, and hiked up her short, denim
skirt.  
After pulling her panties down to fall to the floor,
Janet sat on the stool and grabbed one of the
cucumbers.  She lifted one leg and set her foot on the
counter to open herself more. 
With a low moan, Janet slid the seven-inch long cuke
into her already-wet sex.  The coolness of the
vegetable against her own heat was thrilling.
Slowly, she began to pump it in and out.  As it slid
out, she could see her juices coating the surface and
pooling in the notches.  
Janet slowly pushed and pulled the long, green veggie
in and out of herself.  Her own nectar was flowing
freely now and coating every bit of the cuke.
She thought of the men eating her food after it had
'marinated' inside her.  But her thoughts seemed to go
on to Sam.  Her beautiful, brilliant friend...
With legs that just wouldn't stop.
With her other hand, Janet began to lightly stroke her
clit in time to her thrusts.  In seconds, she bit down
on her lip to keep from shouting as she came, her
juices flowing over the remainder of the vegetable
protruding from her.
Carefully, she removed the first cucumber and set it
in the drainer to dry.  Taking a second one, Janet
began to repeat the process.  And her pleasure.
She began to slide the cuke in and out as she
remembered Sam's tanned legs and how nicely snug the
blonde's shorts were.  When her memory flashed to a
naked Sam on an examining table, she climaxed again.
"Two down," she whispered.
* * * * 
The bright light in the kitchen shown through the thin
curtains allowing someone to see in if they were close
enough.  
Sam was close enough.
She stood on the wooden lawn chair, her eyes riveted
on the spectacle inside the modern, but homey kitchen.
 The owner of that kitchen was sitting in such a way
that someone looking in the window would have an
unobstructed view of her actions.
Sam was taking in that view.
More specifically, the blonde's eyes were locked on
the long piece of green vegetable as it slid in and
out of the lovely doctor's pink netherlips.  
It was obvious to Sam that Janet was definitely
enjoying herself, the cucumber was shiny and slick
with her essence.
Sam felt herself become slick as her eyes took in more
of Janet than she ever guessed she'd see.  The long
legs she had quietly admired led up to a nicely
rounded set of hips but, more importantly at the
moment, a lovely mound at the juncture of those legs. 
Janet's pubic hair was neat and trimmed and a lovely
shade of mahogany.  Her netherlips were pink and
swollen at the moment.  Sam could even see her tiny
clitoris standing proudly above the thrusting
vegetable.
Unsnapping her shorts, Sam slipped her own hand
inside.  She was glad she hadn't bothered with
underwear which was usually slightly uncomfortable and
definitely noticeable beneath her shorts.
She slid her fingers down to her own wet heat and
began to masturbate.  The thought that any of Janet's
neighbors might see a prowler and call the police
added to the excitement.
In seconds, Sam's hand matched the rhythm of Janet's
hands as they pleasured the little brunette.  Sam
wanted to cum at the same time as Janet.
As Janet climaxed for the second time that night, she
moaned "Sammmmm!"  It was loud enough to carry through
the closed window to the voyeur outside.
Hearing her name as Janet came send Sam over the edge
and this time she did slip off the chair and fell
against the wall of the house.
Sam was lying on the ground with one hand in her
shorts as the light came on by the back door.  
"Who's there?" Janet demanded.
"I-it's o-okay, Janet...  I-it's just m-me."
"Sam?"  Janet walked over to help her friend.  She
reached down and took Sam's free hand to pull the
taller woman up.  "What're you doing here?"
"I...  I left my wallet here and..."  Sam paused as
she finally looked up at Janet's shadowed face.  "Your
fingers are a bit damp..."
Janet looked down to see Sam's wet finger slide out of
her shorts.  The zipper had opened more and Janet
could see the upper fringe of Sam's near-perfect pubic
triangle.
"Maybe we better talk inside," Janet said, tugging on
Sam's hand.
Sam couldn't help but smirk.  In a quiet, sing-song
voice, she chanted, "I know your secret recipe. I know
your secret recipe..."
* * * *
The two friends stood quietly for a long moment in the
bright kitchen, their hands still clasped.  Sam looked
at the orgasm-flushed, beautiful face of her favorite
doctor while Janet's eyes kept returning to the blonde
curls peaking out of Sam's shorts.
Finally Sam broke the silence, "So, how long have
you..."
"Been self-basting my food?"  Sam nodded, an
accompanying giggle surprising them both.  
"Well, remember in the cafeteria when the colonel went
on and on about PMS and other things unique to women?"
 
Sam shook her head, not that she hadn't heard such
crap from Jack O'Neill a thousand times.  She just
didn't remember this incident.
"No?  Oh, I think you were at the Academy or
something.  Anyway, I just got fed up and asked if
there was anything he did like about women.  It made
him shut up for a moment then he muttered something. 
I asked him what he said and he turned red.  Teal'c
told me O'Neill said he likes how we taste."
"Oh my God!  He said that!  What a..."
"Jerk?"  Janet shook her head, "He's no worse, and
usually a lot better, than most of the clowns I deal
with.  The Marines are the worst, especially if it's
an all-male unit.
"Anyway, the next day off we all had, I had agreed to
a barbecue.  I decided to get him back."
"By..."  Sam wiggled her pale eyebrows and looked
meaningfully at the items on the counter.
"Yeah.  And I found that if carrot's skin is off or a
cucumber is slit, it soaks in better.  After that
first time, I just...  I kinda got off on the whole
idea of my...juices being on other people's food." 
Janet looked deep into Sam's blue eyes.
"Did...did you get off on me eating this...?" Sam
asked in a small voice.
Janet's eyes dipped and she nodded, "Yes.  I...I hope
you aren't too...disgusted."
In truth, Janet wasn't very worried.  After all, she
caught Sam masturbating to her masturbation.  When she
thought about it, she couldn't help but snicker.  When
Sam asked, Janet told her, "I was thinking how I
caught you masturbating after you caught me
masturbating and..."
Janet looked deeply at Sam again.  "I've wanted to do
this for so long..."
The shorter woman's hands grasped Sam's face and
pulled the blonde to her.  Sam didn't bother to
resist.  Her lips were even parted when they met
Janet's open mouth.
There was nothing soft about this kiss. It was hot and
hard and passionate.  Softness and sweetness would
come to them later.  This first kiss was all about
need and desire.
After thoroughly searching Sam's mouth with her
tongue, Janet pulled back.  Sam stared at her, her
blue eyes dark with lust.  Janet's lust-filled stare
was directed right back to the blonde.
Grasping and pulling Sam's denim shorts off, Janet
said, "Time to see how sweet your marinade is..."
As if it was one, well-orchestrated movement, Janet
pushed Sam back against the counter as she dropped to
her knees and pulled one of Sam's legs over her
shoulder.
She gazed at the blonde-furred prize she had always
considered unattainable.  She pulled the wet lips
apart and pushed her mouth in, her tongue swabbing all
around.
Sam moaned as Janet went down on her.  The woman was
as skilled with her mouth as she was with her hands. 
Add to that, the secret longing Sam had barely even
acknowledged to herself, and she was close to her
second orgasm of the night.
Janet thrust her tongue deep into Sam and felt the
woman tighten around it.  Sam was close.  Janet knew
just the thing to put her over.  
The brunette pulled back, grabbed the unused cucumber
and pushed it into Sam.  She sucked Sam's clit into
her mouth, her tongue dancing across it, while pumping
the vegetable in Sam.  
Sam moaned again with a bit more volume.  The
vegetable was cool and hard.  Janet's tongue was fast
and exciting.  And when she felt a finger push into
her ass, she felt herself swooning.
Janet caught Sam as she started to sag.  She sat on
the floor with Sam in her lap as the blonde slowly
recovered.  She smiled when she felt Sam's wetness
ooze into her skirt.
Finally Sam opened her eyes and said, "That was
incredible!"
Janet smiled and kissed Sam deeply.  This was less
hard and fierce, it was more loving and tender.  Sam
responded with equal tenderness.
Finally, they broke the kiss.  Janet stroked Sam's
cheek, "Wanna help me with a new recipe?"
With a wicked smile, Sam asked, "Cucumber salad a la
Fraiser and Carter?"
"Exactly," Janet said with an equally devious smile.
"Poor Cassie," Sam said as she took a carrot in hand
and knelt before her new lover.
"Wha...  Huh?" Janet asked, puzzled.
"I told her she could try your recipe when she's old
enough.  Guess I lied to the poor child."
"You certainly did!  But I think she'll get over it. 
Now, you gonna just admire that carrot or..."
Needless to say, Jack loved the new secret recipe.      
 (c) John O'Conner

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