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Subject: {ASSM} A Cornucopia of Delight (MF veg)
Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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A Cornucopia of Delight

"What are you doing?" I asked walking into the kitchen. Scott was bent
over the sink heartily scrubbing a carrot with a vegetable brush.
Piled on the counter next to him was an large assortment of dripping
vegetables that had already been through his meticulous cleansing.

"I'm making the centerpiece for the dinner table tomorrow, remember?" 

Of course I remembered. Every year Scott's family had a big
Thanksgiving celebration and his mother always insisted on fresh
vegetables in the cornucopia. Why plastic vegetables that could be
used year after year were not good enough, I never understood.

"But I thought we were going to spend some quality time together
tonight, Scott. We talked about it, remember?"

"We are, babe," said Scott turning around and pulling me close to him.
His wet hands clung to my cotton blouse as he firmly pressed my back.
He leaned towards my mouth for a kiss, but I pulled back my head and
frowned at him.

"I know how long this takes you," I said. "You won't be done for
hours. You'll play around with those vegetables all night."

"Actually," said Scott with a wickedly sly look. "That's kind of what
I had in mind."

I looked at his strange expression and tried to figure out what he
meant. When he pulled me close again and reached for my lips, I slowly
consented and melted into his kiss. His tongue gently searched mine
and tickled my teeth before he playfully bit at my lips. His hands
stroking my back, slowly slid down and pressed my ass towards him so
that I could feel the hardness swelling inside of his sweat pants.

Like the slow crawl of a spider, Scott slid a hand up inside of my
shirt as his mouth moved down to my neck. He licked and bit at me
while his hand cupped my breast inside the lacy bra. I moaned quietly
and closed my eyes as I received his caresses. I loved the way he
always undressed me. Slowly. Deliberately. Building my desire until he
knew that I was ripe for the harvest. Kissing and licking every inch
of my body until I stood before him naked like I was now - wet with
desire and hot for his touch.

Scott stood back and looked at me, standing naked in the bright
fluorescent light of the kitchen and admired what he had reaped. His
gaze wandered over my breasts, my belly, my furry mound. I felt a stab
of heat each time his eyes lingered.

"You're so gorgeous in this light," he whispered.

He left me standing next to the sink, clothes heaped on the floor, and
walked over to the edge of the counter where a large, portable butcher
block sat against the wall. He rolled it over next to the counter and
turned it sideways so that it barely fit between the countertops on
both sides of our small kitchen. When he turned back to me, I was
looking questionably at him.

"OK," said Scott patting the butcher block. "Hop up here for me."

"What?" I asked is disbelief.

"Hop up on the table for me."

"Scott!" I cried, half giggling. "This is kind of kinky. Screwing in
the kitchen."

"Oh, I'm not sure we're going to screw in here," said Scott. "But I
had a great idea about starting while I was washing all of these
vegetables."

I looked back at the sink full of vegetables and then back at Scott,
hesitating to follow through with his request. He walked over and put
his arms around my waist and pulled my up against him, reigniting the
flame he had previously torched.

"Please, babe..." he whispered softly in my ear. "Play this game with
me."

I knew how he loved to occasionally play out a theme around sex. My
legs quivered as I remembered how he had talked me into playing doctor
last month. My body had shook for what seemed like hours with the
orgasm brought on by his examination.

"All right, Scott," I said smiling. "I'll play along." 

I hopped up on the butcher block as he held the cart steady. He bent
over and pulled a thick dish towel out of the drawer and folded it for
my head resting on the tile counter. Scott smiled as he saw that his
vision had been correct. It was just the right distance from one
counter to the other to cause me to bend my knees. He rubbed one hand
over my tummy and breasts as he slid the other one between my legs,
making sure that I was comfortable before he began.

"I was thinking about what a lovely centerpiece you would make for the
Thanksgiving table tomorrow, Pam." His words cooed my ears as he
stroked my body. "I thought maybe we could decorate you tonight." I
giggled as I envisioned Scott's family staring at me naked in the
middle of the table on Thanksgiving Day, adorned with vegetables.
Scott turned to the counter full of washed vegetables and picked up a
spaghetti squash and looked at my body as if it were a blank canvas.
He pulled out a cutting board and sliced the squash in half, scooping
the seeds into the sink. He cut small holes in the middle of each
squash and then carried them over to table.

"Let's see how this looks." He laid each half over my breasts, with
the tip of the squash pointing at my belly button.

"Ooh," I squealed from the cold sensation. The squash was just deep
enough so that only my nipples poked out from the holes he cut in
middle.

"Perfect," said Scott bending and licking my nipples until they stood
hard against his tongue. He turned back to the sink and retrieved a
single stalk of raw asparagus. Drops of water still clung to the tip
as he held it up over me. "Hmmm... what could I do with this?" He
stroked it slowly over my nipples and slid it down my belly as I
fought the ticklish sensation. I instinctively spread my legs further
apart as the spear traveled over my mound of hair and down between my
wet lips. It slipped into the darkness and tickled me before Scott
slid it back out slowly, running it across my sensitive clit.

"Too small, I think," he said laying the asparagus back in the sink.
His expression was so serious as if he was actually creating a
sculpture in his mind. He pick up a large carrot and held it up to his
nose, taking a deep whiff. "I've always loved the smell of carrots,"
he said turning back towards me. I watched as he moved it between my
legs and rubbed it around in my dripping juices. A gasp escaped my
lips and he pressed it deep up inside. The carrot wasn't quite as
large as Scott's big cock, but the hard, thick, cool sensation awoke
every nerve.

"Mmmm... that fits in there kind of nice," said Scott. "Don't you
think?" He moved it in and out slowly and I closed my eyes as it hit
the back of my cunt. I couldn't believe how great it felt.

"Ooh, yes," I whispered as he pumped the carrot in and out a few times
before he pressed it in deeply and then returned to the sink.

When he turned back around towards me, he had a small, yellow
crooked-neck squash in his hand. I watched as he held it up above me
and examined it, stroking the small knob on the end. "I like the way
this tapers down to a little knub. Don't you?"

I grinned as he opened the cupboard, pulled out a large container of
olive oil, and dipped the end of the squash inside. The oil dripped
from the squash as he moved back to me and rubbed it over my anus. I
rocked my hips and moaned for more until slowly, he pressed it just
inside of me.

"Oh Scott," I cried. "Don't stop. That feels so incredible."

He moved it gently in and out as he stroked my stomach and breasts
with his other hand. "How are we doing so far?" he asked leaning down
and kissing my lips.

"I'm thinking about becoming a vegetarian" I said grinning up at him.

He chuckled as he turned back to the sink in search of another
delight. He leaned against the sink and looked at me. "Hmmm.... it
needs something else." He turned around to the sink and pulled out a
long zucchini. I watched as his eyes went from my mouth to my mound,
as if he couldn't decide where it should go. "Let's try here," he said
holding it over my mouth.

"What do you want me to do with it?" I asked looking up at the
zucchini. "Just open your mouth."

I obeyed and Scott gently lowered the zucchini until I sucked it into
my mouth. "Very nice," praised Scott. "Suck it for me." He steadied it
between my lips as I pretended to suck it like a cock, licking my
tongue around the tip and then taking it deep into my mouth. Scott
reached down and pressed the carrot and squash in and out, driving me
wild while I sucked. I reached over and slipped my hand inside of his
sweat pants and stroked his hard cock while I continued to suck.

"Yes," he whispered as he watched me. "This is greater than I had
imagined."

He left the zucchini between my lips and slowly removed my hand from
his throbbing cock. "Wait..." he said turning and opening a bag of raw
cranberries. "I think we need just a little more adornment." Slowly he
trickled the cranberries over my stomach, filling up my belly button
and adorning my mound of hair.

"Perfect!" he said standing back and looking at me. "Good enough to
eat!" He moved the table slightly and crawled between my legs,
pressing himself between the cupboard and the butcher block. He leaned
down between my legs and inhaled a deep whiff of my scent.

"Mmmm... two of my favorite things to smell." He took a bite of the
carrot tip sticking out of my cunt, making me jump from the sensation
and sound. He nuzzled me with his nose as he chewed. Another bite,
this time closer to my lips, made a whimper escape around the zucchini
in my mouth. He licked my sweet juices to wash down the carrot as I
clutched the side of butcher block with my hands.

When he took the last bite of the carrot, he growled, sending a
vibration shooting through my loins. A tiny scream echoed in the
kitchen as I tried to bolt and he grabbed my hips to steady me. He
hummed a low soothing sound as he chewed the carrot so close that I
could feel his lips on mine. At last he licked from the bottom to the
top, too slowly for my need, but firmly enough to give me some relief.

"Yes," my moan told him. 

I knew that he liked the fact that I was powerless to say anything. He
liked building up my need like this, knowing that when he finally let
my come, I would remember it for days. He moved one hand down to the
squash still lodged deep inside of me and pressed on it as he began
his final descent. He synchronized his tongue and the pressure on the
carrot, feeling my legs tensing as I pushed against the counter top.

My breathing was rapid and the moans and whimpers escaping around the
zucchini told him that I was very close. He found the spot that was
going to give me release and never moved from it until the zucchini
flew from my mouth as I began to scream and shake beneath him. Over
and over my body shook until I grabbed his head and begged him to
stop.

Scott crawled out from between my legs and moved back over to my side,
kissing and stroking me gently as my body twitched and squirmed from
my orgasm. "You make a beautiful cornucopia," he said. "I'll always
picture you like this when I sit down to a Thanksgiving Day meal."

I laughed at him with my dreamy eyes, seeing his hard cock sticking
straight out of his sweat pants. "If you think about it too hard, you
won't be able to sit down at the table."

We both laughed as he removed the assortment of vegetables from my
body. "Come on," I said taking his hand and heading towards the
bedroom. "I feel like giving thanks tonight!"

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