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-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 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------