What I Saw in My Neighbors’ “Pleasure Garden” [M/FF] [Voyeurism] [Object Insertion] [Lesbians]

Brittany and Gabbie are amazing neighbors. I’ve lived next to them for the past four years and I’ve watched their relationship blossom into what it is today. I like to take credit for setting up the cutest lesbian couple in Seattle since they met at one of my famous backyard barbeques … Brittany already lived next door to me, and I’d invited Gabbie from work.

(When the evening ended and I’d thought everyone had left, I caught them 69-ing behind one of my hedges. Gabbie was grinning from ear to ear while Brit blushed from below, stuttering out of her cum-covered mouth and trying to come up with some excuse for why my neighbor and coworker were tongue-deep in each other’s pussies. I just smiled and said, “Have fun you two” before heading inside. Later I heard them moaning while I was doing dishes. I swear my burgers must be some kind of aphrodisiac … )

Brit and Gabbie have a lot in common, including a love of gardening. They’re constantly bringing over small baskets of fruits and veggies that they grow in their back yard. I think they feel bad because I’m perpetually single and I live next to the epitome of true love, or maybe they just worry that I will get scurvy from my bachelor diet. Regardless of the reasons, I eat everything they give me.

Recently though, something happened that completely changed the way I view the girls’ love of gardening.

A month ago, I was mowing my back yard when I noticed a new crop of plants springing up in the far corner of their little garden of Eden. A 15-foot-by-15-foot patch of sunflowers was springing up from the fertile dirt in an odd pattern. It looked like they would eventually grow to form a dense wall around a smaller, square patch of dirt that had also been recently tilled and planted. At the time, I shrugged it off and kept toiling away on my yard.

Since then, the flowers have grown immensely, towering over the rest of their back yard. The bulbous flower heads are swollen with seeds, supported by thick, ten-foot stalks. The main reason the flowers have become a topic of curiosity for me is multiple times I have seen the girls sneak back and disappear into the lush green “wall.” Occasionally I hear giggling and see the flowers rustle on windless days while I sit sipping iced tea on my porch.

The oddest thing is that they never seem to be wearing the baggy, dirty clothes I associate with gardening while tending the sunflowers. It’s often bralettes and denim short shorts or bikinis that show off their beautiful figures as they tiptoe half-naked through their own yard.

Yesterday my curiosity got the better of me. Gabbie had already ventured into the sunflower patch, and I made eye contact with Brit while she was walking toward that corner of their garden. She had an inexplicably guilty look on her face for a moment, and I saw her cheeks turn a light red color that matched her peach-colored bikini top and thong. She quickly recovered and gave me a big smile.

“Hey neighbor!” she said with an unusually high amount of cheer in her voice. “Enjoying your morning?” I smirked and nodded. “Absolutely! You ladies planning to do some gardening? Those flowers are looking great.” More blushing. “Uh yeah, they really sprung up fast didn’t they? Well, can’t let Gabbie do all the weeding herself … see ya later!” She waved, pranced off at an oddly quick pace, and disappeared around the far edge of the flowers.

By this time, I was *dying* to know what was going on in their flower fortress. Luckily, I wouldn’t have to wait to find out. About ten minutes later, Gabbie went back in the house and when she reemerged, she was holding a huge pump bottle of lube. Incriminating, but not exactly surprising … these ladies are constantly going at it.

(They like to drop small hints about their sexual adventures. This may be because one time while we were sharing one too many hard lemonades in my back yard, I admitted to them that I find lesbians incredibly hot. I’ve even caught Brit and Gabbie staring at the front of my pants while they were over-sharing about how they like to get each other off. I’m 90% sure they have a cruel lesbian game of seeing whose story will get my boner to show through my clothes … )

What was surprising about Gabbie getting the lube was the detour she took next: She nonchalantly walked to the fence between our yards winked at me before motioning to me to come closer. She had a devious grin on her face like she was about to share a secret I desperately wanted to know. “Brit said you were asking about the flowers,” she said. I nodded my head and tried to hide the enthusiasm from my eyes. “We talked and we’d like you to invite you over to see our sunflower patch. That is, if you’re interested.”

My eyes strayed to the giant bottle of lube for a split second and said, “Absolutely! I bet the flowers look even better up close. Gabbie stifled a laugh and said, “Oh, they definitely do. Come on over.”

I hopped the fence, which as it turns out is a lot easier when your cock isn’t semi-hard. I managed to stick the landing without falling on my face, and I was soon following Gabbie to the far side of their yard. She rounded the corner of the sunflower patch and she suddenly disappeared. When I got to the same spot, I discovered a small hidden path that led into the dense garden area. The “door” had intentionally been left unplanted and was virtually invisible to my yard or any of our other neighbors.

I had been invited to a secret garden party.

“C’mon in!” I heard Brit say from the other side of the green, leafy wall. When I emerged in the opening at the center of the sunflower patch, I could hardly believe my eyes. The square in the middle of the flowers seemed far bigger inside than outside. At the base of the flowers were all sorts of plants my untrained eyes didn’t recognize. And right in the middle, on two folding lawn chairs were Gabbie and Brittany laying out completely naked.

I had been invited to a secret naked garden party.

“We got a chair for you too!” Gabbie said with a smile. I took a seat, trying not to stare at the beautiful breasts and meticulously trimmed pubic hair that was right in front of me. “This place is so cool! I never would have guessed it would look like this in here.

There was artificial turf under our chairs, tiki torches in the corners of the square, and a huge cooler filled with drinks. It was a backyard oasis!

“It’s our pleasure garden,” Brit said softly in a playful voice that made my dick much harder. “Oh man, uh, I can imagine that cooler is full of stuff that y’know, makes you feel good, am I right?” *What am I even saying right now?*

“What Brittany means when she says ‘pleasure garden’ is that we grew it to have a specific kind of fun in here,” Gabbie said. I could tell she was choosing her words carefully. And that’s when I noticed the basket of newly harvested crops on the ground next to the girls’ clothes. My eyes grew wide.

Every single vegetable was phallic.

Corn, cucumbers, carrots, squash, and even a few intimidating eggplants.

The ladies had planted a cornucopia of penis-shaped produce, and this is where they enjoyed the fruits of their labor. “Oh wow, so you guys … enjoy the vegetables out here?” My dick was rock hard, and the girls were glancing at it periodically. “We enjoy *each other* with the vegetables,” Brittany corrected me.

“You don’t like … give me any of the ones that have … y’know … been in you, right?” I asked. The girls almost died laughing. Their tits were bouncing up and down like crazy as they bellylaughed and shook their heads. “No, we wouldn’t do that,” Gabbie said after she finally regained her ability to talk. “The stuff we give you is all the bigger stuff that wouldn’t fit our tight holes.” I was stunned by her honesty.

“Speaking of which,” Brittany chimed in, “We remembered how you thought lesbians are ‘hot’ (now it was my turn to blush) and we wanted to invite you over so you could touch yourself while we touch each other. Think of it as a ‘thank you’ for getting us together in the first place and then letting us get off all those years ago in your back yard.” Gabbie nodded and said, “Yeah we’re basically returning the favor.”

All I could say is, “That would be … really cool.”

“Well, you know where the drinks are, and you can borrow some of our lube,” Brittany said. “We’re just about to get started.” I opened the cooler, grabbed a drink, took my seat, and unzipped my pants. I had only been here for ten minutes and the pleasure garden was already my favorite place on earth.

The girls pumped a little lube onto big, bright-yellow ears of corn and started using them to rub their clits. In a matter of minutes, the bumpy kernels were making them both breathe heavily. They looked each other up and down often, taking in the flawless tan skin and curves. It’s like I wasn’t even there, and I was *completely* fine with it.

Soon Gabbie put down her corn and grabbed a cucumber from the basket. She smiled at Brittany, held it out, and asked, “Would you?” Brittany grinned back and nodded. She took the cucumber from her girlfriend, who at this point had a small stream of cum beginning to run down her legs. Gabbie leaned back and spread her legs wide, ready to be plowed by the thick, 9-inch fruit in Brittany’s hand.

I watched mesmerized as Brittany slowly pushed the cucumber inch by inch into Gabbie’s pink pussy. Gabbie squirmed a little, but she had pleasure written all over her face. Her eyes rolled back as she was filled up again and again. She never saw Brittany’s surprise coming, but I did.

I watched Brittany silently digging through the basket of vegetables until she found what she was looking for: a small beet with a large plume of emerald green leaves still attached. While still plunging the cucumber deep in her lover’s wet slit, Brittany spit on the beet and lowered it slowly toward Gabbie’s asshole.

A moment later Gabbie’s eyes popped open in shock. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt the beet pressing against her tight hole. “Do you think it will fit?” Brittany whispered with a smile. Gabbie nodded vigorously. “Please … *please* make it fit.” Brit pushed the cucumber in and left it unattended in Gabbie’s pussy for a moment. She bent over, licked Gabbie’s asshole, and tested it with her finger. “I think you’re ready.”

The moment I saw the beet disappear into Gabbie, I knew I was about to cum. I’d been quietly stroking my cock but I felt a rush of warmth and I was shifting in my seat trying to control myself. Brittany looked up from her fun with a big grin on her face. She knew I was close. So she leaned toward Gabbie and started audibly sucking on her clit while still using her hands to stimulating her girlfriend with the cucumber and the beet.

Gabbie couldn’t hold it in any longer. She started moaning and shaking, and Brittany quickly pushed her own bikini bottoms into Gabbie’s mouth to stifle the noise. Her muffled sighs covered the sounds of my own, and I released a huge cumshot that splashed on the plants in front of my chair. My seed was dripping into the warm, wet earth below.

I looked up after what felt like an eternity and saw both girls looking at me and my semi-hard cock. They were contentedly spooning each another in one of the lawn chairs.

“If you liked that, you’re gonna *love* what Brittany does with the eggplants,” Gabbie said with a satisfied smile. Brit looked at the glistening purple fruit and bit her lip.

My dick got hard again. I had a feeling Gabbie was right.

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