****** Pat's Cucumber Surprise by Hanley Strapmann ******
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Pat's Cucumber Surprise


"Pat, Pat, Pat, what are you doing?" I whispered to myself as I watched her. My
vantage from behind the potato chip rack gave me a good view. Tall and leggy,
she had the body that any twenty year old would love to have and yet she
possessed the maturity and experience to use it to her best advantage. Today
was no exception, she had chosen a low cut dress that borders on being a mini.
Her ample cleavage with its white meat contrasted nicely with the red dress.

Pat bent over from the waist to retrieve the pingpong paddles from the bottom
shelf and in so doing her skirt rode up, higher, and higher until her stark
white thong was clearly visible. Distracted, an elderly man ran his shopping
cart into his wife who turned angrily on him.

Pat straightened up and inspected the paddles before putting them into her hand
held basket. The shopping list she carried is very explicit. The list of items
must all be bought at one store and nothing but what is on the list is to be
bought. I should know, I had made the list for her.

Trying to maintain myself hidden from her, I followed her to the produce area
where she goes to the cucumber bin. She picked out one, eyed it, replaced it,
and picked out another larger cucumber. She seemed happy with her selection,
but she didn't put it into the basket. Pat grasped the cucumber as she would a
prick and walked boldly to the checkout line.

One by one, Pat laid out the items before the young man working as the checkout
clerk. He stared at the strange assembly and then glanced up, first at Pat's
beautiful brown eyes and then his gaze fell and became fixed on her full
breasts trying to burst from the tight dress. Pat stood quietly until the
youngster realized he was staring, awkwardly he attempted to busy himself with
checking out the items. This doesn't help though: pingpong paddles, a cucumber,
KY jelly, rope, and a package of clothes pins. The total is rung up and Pat
calmly hands the cash to his trembling hand.

Pat takes the bag and walks away; the young man watched her body move within
the dress as she left. It took a few minutes for him to collect himself and
return his attention to the next customer.

Pat was at her car when I walked up behind her. "Pat," her body tightened, "did
you get everything?"

She doesn't turn around, "Yes Master."

"Did you behave as I told you to?" Pat hesitated, and took a gulp. I moved up
close behind her and reached under her skirt and between her legs. "What is
this?" I asked as I grabbed her through her thong.

"I'm sorry Sir. I know you told me..."

"Yes I did!" I interrupted her without raising my voice. "No excuses. You will
have to be punished before the party." I pulled the thong and let it snap back
against her. Pat jerked ever so slightly. "Take them off." Pat bent over,
pressing her ass against me as she does. She handed the panties to me, I can
feel the moisture on them.

"Go home and prepare yourself. Be at my house at 10:00."

"But I thought the party started at 11:00?" Pat asked.

"It does, but, you need some instruction and training before then."

Pat got into her car and drove away without ever looking at me. I stood and
watched her leave. I tossed the moist thong into the nearby car and drove home
to get prepared.

At 10:00, not a minute before or after, the door bell rang and there is Pat.
She has dressed as I had earlier instructed her: a beautiful cocktail dress,
high heels, stockings. Her hair was made up very nicely and must have cost a
lot of money. In her high heels, she is almost as tall as I am.

It was dark out, no moon, but the house was well lit so the surrounding estate
was bathed in a subdued light. The night was mild with the heavy scent of
spring flowers.

Pat and I shared a drink on the porch and looked out into the estate. I
motioned towards a small cluster of three trees and a picnic table in the
dimness and said, "That is where you will do your entertaining."

"Master?" she asked.

"Tonight, I am having a party. Indoors there will be the usual at my parties;
but, tonight, you will provide a .... well .... diversion for anyone who wants
to partake." I could see that Pat was intrigued with my words. "I will make
sure you are safe, as I always do with you."

"Yes Master. I understand."

I rose from my chair and took her hand, leading her to the picnic table. She
had brought her bag from the store and I dumped the items out onto the table
and told her to remove her dress. As I had instructed her, she wore no
undergarments so with the removal of her dress, she stood naked except for the
stockings and heels.

The slight chill from the night air, and her natural excitement caused Pats
nipples to stand out for attention. I ignored them, and her. With a knife, I
cut the rope into four sections. "Lean over the table," I ordered Pat.

Without hesitation, she moved to the edge of the picnic table and leaned,
straight legged, over the table. Her bare nipples rubbing against the hard wood
surface. Using the ropes, I tied her hands to two table legs on the far side of
the table, and her knees to the other two table legs. She had some limited
movement, but, not too much.

I stepped back to survey my handiwork. I was happy. Pat's beautiful ass was
sticking into the air on one side of the table with her head was near the other
edge. She could bend her legs and lay upon the top of the table if she choose,
but, other than that, she was fully restrained.

Even in the dim light from the house, she was a beautiful sight.

"Pat, you know you have been bad." Pat nodded in response. "You know I have to
punish you for disobeying me and wearing your underwear to the store."

"But it was a thong..." she pleaded.

"Doesn't matter. I said to wear nothing." Pat's body went limp with
resignation.

I took one of the pingpong paddles and moved behind her. My fingers traced her
cheeks for a second and then I swung the paddle against that beautiful white
flesh. Her ass clenched, but, to her benefit, she didn't cry out. I continued
with the paddling for a few minutes and then stopped. My finger moved along her
crack between the two heated cheeks.

"Do you want to say anything?"

"Yes Master." I could tell by her voice that she was close to tears. "I am
sorry and will do whatever you say, Sir."

"Good, now spread your knees as far as you can." She complied and I moved
around behind her. "This will only be the first for tonight." I said as I
touched my hardened cock against her pussy lips. She wiggled against it trying
to invite me inside her. I teased my head against her lips for a while and then
slowly, ever so slowly, drove it relentlessly into her. She squirmed against my
hips. Once I was fully in her, I held perfectly still and let her perform all
of the action.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart and started teasing her ass. A few squeezes of
the KY tube onto her ass and I was ready. My finger found its way into her; I
felt her muscles tighten and release around my finger. Her hips started bucking
in earnest when I was knuckle deep and it wasn't long before I felt her entire
body tighten into an orgasm. When I felt her body tighten, I pumped away
driving my dick into her even more until I shot myself deep within her.

I pulled myself from her and reached between her legs to pinch her clit. Her
body shuddered. Drips of cum were oozing from her pussy. I took the cucumber
and pressed it against her cunt lips. She arched her back for this new
intrusion. The cucumber was larger around than my penis and it forced her lips
to expand even further. Pat raised her head and arched her back as it slid into
her. When the cucumber was a good six inches into her, I stopped and let it
stay there.

When I had dressed, I said, "now you will wait for my guests."

"Yes Sir," she said.

About twenty minutes later, my guests started arriving. I directed them to the
lounge where the drinks were laid out and mentioned that a "cucumber surprise"
awaited them in the back yard. Over the next hour, I was busy greeting my
guests. When I finally had some time, I went back to the patio and took my
chair to watch the activity at the picnic table.

A group had gathered around Pat. One man had dropped his pants and was
thoroughly fucking Pat's mouth. Another man had removed the cucumber plug and
was taking her from the other end. A rhythm between the three of them was soon
developed.

The two of them continued until I saw them tense. The one in Pat's mouth pulled
his dick away from her eager lips and shot his load onto her face and hair. Pat
strained to reach the head of his cock with her tongue to get a few drops. Just
then, the one behind started slamming and moaning as he pressed his cum into
her.

He stood still for a moment or two as Pat ground her ass against him. When he
withdrew, a couple watching the action moved in to take his place. The woman,
totally naked, leaned over Pat's back pressing her tits against Pat's naked
back. Her partner moved behind her, drove his hardened member into her with all
the force he could muster, driving the woman against Pat's ass. The man moved
into a rhythm rocking both the woman and Pat.

The woman reached beneath Pat and started playing with Pat's clit. Pat raised
her head and let out a cry that I could hear from the porch. Pat was vocal.
Playing with Pat's clit had pushed her over the edge and she wanted the world
to know it.

Pat seemed safe, so I returned to the inside of the house and wandered around
making small talk, feeling an ass or a tit here or there. After a while, I went
back to the porch to see what was happening at the picnic table.

Apparently, my guests were giving Pat a break. She appeared to be dozing at the
table.

"Is it my turn?"

I turned my head to see Brenda approaching. She sat down next to me and looked
out at Pat. "Looks like the poor dear is exhausted." I said.

You have to know Brenda. One of the most striking women I have ever met. That
though is the irony, she is strictly woman on woman. She always carries this
oversized purse with her which carries the toys she likes.

Brenda sat beside me and small breeze wafted from her to me. I could smell her
excitement even three feet away. Brenda leaned over to me and touched my arm,
"Do you mind?"

"Not at all, I think Pat would like it."

Brenda rose and took her purse with her to the picnic table. Pat didn't move,
she was asleep. Brenda took her time, she walked around the dozing Pat before
disrobing. I watched as my prick hardened. Damn, wish Brenda was available for
my pleasure!

Brenda, now totally naked, removed an object from her purse. In the dim light I
could not see what it was at first but I soon realized Brenda was strapping a
dildo to her groin. Once she had positioned the apparatus, she straightened up
and turned sideways to me as she approached Pat.

The sight took my breath. It was the largest dildo that I had ever seen. A
horse would have been proud of it. A full fifteen inches long with a girth,
well damn, it was a sight. For a second I thought I should stop Brenda before
she harmed Pat, but, before I could even move, Brenda positioned herself and
started the long task of driving the giant member into Pat. I was captivated by
the sight.

Pat awoke with a start and cried out a little; but soon she relaxed and was
pressing back against this new entry trying to take it all within her. Brenda
kept up the pressure and I watched in total amazement as the baseball bat sized
dildo sunk into Pat. The sight made me contemplate having an animal party next
for Pat.

Once Brenda reached the penetration she wanted, she pumped in slow easy
motions. It was obvious that both Brenda and Pat were enjoying the sensation,
they both rolled their heads back with their eyes shut.

Brenda's action continued with the slow in-and-out for several minutes before
she started to increase her pace. The pace quickened to a point where it
appeared that Brenda was going into a fit..... and then she stopped all
together and let out a cry. Brenda's cry send Pat over the edge and she cried
out as well. The two of them sounded like a pack of wolves howling at the moon.

I found my hand upon my cock pumping away. I need some release. One of my
guests was standing watching the action. I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto
her knees in front of me. To this day, I don't know who she was, but, she went
down on me without hesitation, taking my entire swollen member. Her hands
squeezed my balls as she slurped me to climax. She took the entire load,
swallowing it all.

I laid my head back in total bliss; when I opened my eyes, she was gone.

In the interim, Brenda had removed the dildo and had gotten dressed again. She
walked across the lawn and joined me on the patio. "Nice," was all she said.

Pat had again collapsed onto the top of the table and I did not know if she was
awake or not. I watched for some time enjoying the scene and the memories. The
night had been unbelievable, beyond my expectations, but little did I know that
it was far from over for either Pat or I.

I now saw some figures approaching from the edge of the estate. Two, no three
of them. They worked their way up to the trees where Pat laid. All the while,
the figures tried to keep hidden.

When they reached the trees around Pat, I recognized one of the figures as the
teenage boy who lived next door. The others must have been his friends. It took
them about a half hour to move from the edges of the estate to the dozing Pat.
Gate-crashers, well everyone wants to have fun.

They milled around the trees trying to get up their courage watching the prone
Pat. Finally my neighbor's son, Greg, took the leap of courage and removed his
pants. Pulling Pat to her feet, he rammed his rod into her in one smooth
action. Pat awoke again to feel a cock taking her. Greg was young and his
technique was a simple ramming until he came; he stepped back and one of his
friends instantly took Greg's place (I am not even sure Pat realized it was two
different dicks). The second boy rammed away until he came and withdrew. Now
the third moved into the action and rammed his dick home into Pat, who by now
was matching the thrusts of her gang of boys. The third rammed away until he
too shot his load.

One thing about teenagers, what they lack in skill, they more than make up with
rebound capabilities. By the time the third had shot his load, Greg was ready
again and as one dick was removed, a fresh one entered Pat's waiting pussy.
This one after another continued through at least two cycles. I could see Pat
body shake as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her body.

Some of my guests were ready to leave so I walked them to the door and thanked
them for coming. I was then stuck at the front door bidding my guests goodbye
for about an hour. When everyone had departed, I returned to my vantage at the
patio.

Pat and the teenagers were still going at it strong. It was impossible to say
if Pat ever stopped cumming, but she was meeting the thrusts of the young sex
maniacs, thrust for thrust. I sat down, sipped on a beer and watched, amazed at
the endurance of all four. Perhaps I should have applauded.

Finally the boys seemed to be having a hard time getting it up any longer. When
there wasn't a frantic cock inside here, Pat swung her ass in the air inviting
them again. The boys finally conceded to themselves that they were spent. They
dressed and left the way they had come.

I watched as Pat slumped back against the table. After a few minutes I walked
down to the table and sat down facing her. She was a mess. There was dried cum
in her hair, lips, eyes, down her back, and streaks ran down her legs and
across her high heels to pool there. The table was splattered.

I moved my head to look into her closed eyes. A very satisfied smile showed me
that she had enjoyed herself.

"Happy?" I asked.

Without opening her eyes she said, "Oh yes. That was unbelievable."

I untied her ropes and rolled her onto her back. There was nowhere that I could
touch her which was cum free. The sun was just beginning to come up and it was
a glorious sunrise. I lifted her into my arms and carried her limp body into
the bathroom where I cleaned her up in the tub.

Pat slept through the day and awoke around midnight.


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