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Nope, they can't mow the lawn
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Nope. They Can't Mow The Lawn.
Sam was on all fours, with her rear end stuck up into the air.
I pushed down on the small of her back so it was bowed downward.
"OK," I asked, "Are you ready for your surprise?" She nodded. I
pulled the English hothouse cucumber from its hiding place under the couch
and coated it liberally with Motion Lotion. She hadn't seen it yet,
and was surprised as I slid it smoothly into her slippery cunt.
"Hey, what is that thing?" I just grinned -- the vegetable was
at least 11 inches long, so I knew it had no chance of going in all the
way. It was about the diameter of a penis, though, or maybe just a little
larger. She gasped as I jammed it as far as I could, bottoming out
against the dimpled dome of her cervix.
She didn't ask any further questions as I started working it in
and out of her cunt. The cucumber was coated with little bumps and
ridges, so as I pulled it out and pushed it back in, I gave it a little
twist.
Sam started pushing back, mashing her stretched cunt lips against
my fist. She was wet enough that my hand was coated with pussy juice, so
I slicked up my free index finger and started working it into her asshole.
Sam started to protest at this intrusion, but calmed down after a few
particularly firm strokes of the cuke.
My cock was already jutting from the front of my open-fly boxers,
so I pulled my finger from her rectum, grabbed the bottle of lubricant
and coated my penis liberally with the extra-slippery go-juice.
I used the same finger again to lube up her asshole, which was
already incredibly tight because of the thick cucumber stuffed in her twat.
She gasped as I quickly popped my finger free and maneuvered in behind her.
I let go of the cucumber and it slid free, landing on the carpet. I lined
my cock up with her tight asshole and began pushing -- just about half the
head popped in -- there's a little space between her anus and the tight
ring of muscles inside her ass, and I just worked the head of my cock in and
out for a few minutes, getting her loosened up.
I reached down and picked up the slicked-up cucumber and shoved
it unceremoniously back into her cunt. She gasped, and from the way her
breath was rasping, I could tell it wouldn't be long before she'd come.
I rocked forward again on my knees, lined up my cock, and drove it
slowly to the hilt into her tight, unyielding ass. She cried out and
shut her eyes tight, begging me to take it out (she always does when I
ease my fleshy penis into her tight ass), but started to move with my
strokes in spite of her temporary discomfort.
I took it slow for a few more moments, then started pistoning
in and out of her tight ass. I alternated strokes -- I shoved my cock in
while I pulled the cucumber out, and then jammed the cuke back into her
cunt as I pulled my prick from her rectum.
Her large, heavy breasts swung wildly as I fucked her well in
both of her sexual openings. I leaned back and slapped each ass cheek
twice, which drives her crazy. She hates saying "Fuck the shit out of
me" but I make her do it anyway... I leaned forward, pausing for a moment,
and threated to stop if she wouldn't say it. She didn't even hesitate.
"Fuck the shit out of me," she whipsered huskily. Always willing
to oblige, I redoubled my efforts, ramming my prick up her ass, jamming
the cucumber in as deep as I could. I felt the head of my cock rubbing
against the vegetable as they both shoved from opposite sides against the
thin wall of flesh separating the two orifices. She couldn't talk now.
Her whole world was breathing and pushing against me, and I fucked her
as brutally as I could, my hand hurting from jamming the vegetable into
her, and my cock aching from its exertions.
My balls pulled up against the base of my cock, and I knew I was
going to come. Sam started to climax, so I shoved both phalluses deep
inside her. She came harder than I had ever seen before, so out of control
that both pussy juice and a small stream of piss leaked from her cunt and
dripped down her leg. I rolled my head back, closed my eyes and filled that
hot, wet, tight, perfect ass of hers with all the come I could muster,
jerking with dry humps long after my balls were drained.
I pulled out slowly -- she's really sensitive after sex -- and
she collapsed onto the floor, curled up in a little, sweaty sexy ball.
I lay back to rest for a while. The sun was shining through
the wooden shutters, but it was still cold in the living room. I pulled
the Mexican blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her --
she was already on the verge of sleep, fucked to the point of exhaustion.
She slept until I woke her for dinner. I'd never made Beef
Wellington before, but she swore it was the best she'd ever had. And as
for the salad... well... I'm not sure if she even thought about the
peeled, sliced cucumber that garnished the bowl.
To this day I get a hard-on when I walk through the produce section
at the grocery store. I've found myself lingering next to the bananas
lately...
Dr. D - 1995
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