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Garden Erotica
Her
parents had gone away for the week and Rachel was left with the huge
country house all to herself, no busy body parents checking up on her all
the time, no siblings barging into her room. This week was going to be
great. Rachel was old enough now to be left
on her own; trusted not to throw wild parties for her mates, she had a
whole five days to do exactly as she wanted with nobody able to tell her
no. With her parents and brothers waved
off, Rachel mooched around a bit; read some gossip magazines, painted her
nails. She sat down on the couch and flicked through the television
channels. Boring, boring, boring. Nothing but home improvements or cookery
programmes. What is a girl to do with her free
time? She stood up to gaze out of the front
room window and was greeted with the smooth brown chest of her parents’
gardener. His name was Kit Green and Rachel had fantasised about him since
he first started pruning her father’s bushes. She pulled back a little
from the window, not wanting him to see her standing there, watching him.
Rachel followed his every move, her eyelids drooping heavily with lust as
he dug the soil in the front flowerbeds. He was wearing khaki shorts, sand
coloured boots and no shirt and with his foot on the prong of the garden
fork, his penis bulged and strained between his legs. The shape his dick
and balls made through the material fascinated Rachel. She stared,
imagining her hands stroking and pressing on the mound, feeling it stir
and grow under her touch. Rachel was a virgin, but she had done just about
everything else she could with several of the boys at school; tit groping,
fingering; she had even sucked off the one she had really fancied, that
was her first taste of cum. Now she had taken her exams and left, she was
starting to feel really horny with no boyfriend around to satiate her
cravings. Rachel was growing moist between her legs, her pussy lips
swelling, her clit pulsing as the blood rushed to her most sensitive
areas. Kit chose that moment to push through
the front door to get a glass of water. The sun was blaring outside and he
was sweating, the liquid running down his chest in rivulets, glistening in
the glare. Rachel longed to press her face against him and taste his salty
sweat, to run her hands down his wet back to the waistband of his
shorts. “Alright, Rachel? Enjoying having
your parents gone for a while? Don’t you go having too many wild parties,
trust me, you’ll regret the alcohol fuelled hangover in the
morning!” “Oh, I won’t be having any parties.
Most of my mates have gone away for the summer anyway. It’ll be just you
and me here for the next few
days.” “Well, if you need anything, just
shout. Man, it’s hot out there. Do you mind if I have a sit down for a
bit?” said Kit. “No, no, not at all. Do you fancy
something to eat? I can make us something. I’ve got some fresh fruit salad
left over from yesterday, that’ll cool you down a
bit.” Rachel set about preparing their
meal. She could feel his eyes watching her as she moved her body around
the room. She was grateful that she had put something skimpy on that
morning, she wanted Kit to get an eyeful; her breasts were quite
magnificent and she knew that her nipples were erect, plain to see through
her body-skimming dress. If she bent over just enough, he would see the
bottom of her butt cheeks and probably her g-string clad pussy too. She
bent over, pretending to look for something in a cupboard, arse stuck up
in the air. There was a sharp intake of breath from Kit and she heard him
shift his position on the chair he was sitting on. She knew he was moving
to release his dick that was growing harder by the second, constricted by
his shorts. Rachel remained bent over for a few
seconds more, and then carried on making lunch. She was flushed in the
face, her cheeks burning as she felt more and more turned on; she was
enjoying putting a show on for this fuck-worthy
guy. Kit hadn’t said a word since she
started; she knew from the silence that he was as turned on as her. She
turned around and was greeted by a sight straight out of her fantasies.
Kit had his dick out, he was pulling, squeezing it, the head engorged and
dark red. She could see his pubic hair, curly against his skin; she longed
to plunge her hands into it, to rub her face in his crotch and smell his
odour. He was staring at her, looking
straight into her eyes, daring her to come nearer. Rachel felt like there
was a waterfall between her legs, her fanny was hot and pulsing. She had
an urge to pump her hips but knew she would get no friction this far away
from him. “Come here,” he said, voice deep and
husky, “I know you want this as much as me. I’ve wanked myself off,
thinking about you, for weeks.” Rachel moved towards his erection,
letting her shoulder straps slip down, exposing the tops of her tits,
until she was close enough to feel the heat coming from him. He let go of
his cock and ran a finger over the mounds of her chest, dipping deeper
below her neckline until he felt her nipples. They sprang up even more
beneath his touch, tight and firm. He stood up and stuck his whole hand
down the front of her dress, gabbing her tits, her nipples trapped between
his fingers. He kneaded and rolled them roughly one minute, stroking and
teasing them the next. Rachel’s legs were turning to jelly. The boys at
school had never done this to her; she was excited beyond imagination. He
yanked her dress down, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Rachel
stood there while Kit appraised her body with his eyes; her large tits
with their tight, erect nipples, bobbing buoyantly on her slim frame, her
rounded hips and flat belly, her throbbing pussy covered in its pink
g-string, down to her shapely thighs and small
feet. “Turn around. I want to see that
string go up your arse.” Rachel did as she was
told. “Spread your
legs.” As she did so, she felt his hands
stroking her back, shoulders first, then slowly moving down her sides,
fingers lightly touching the edges of her breasts. The hands carried on
down to her hips and hooked under the string of her knickers, pulling the
crotch tight up against her pussy. Rachel gasped, delighting in the
pleasure-pain sensation. Kit pulled the string right out of her arse, the
palm of his hand face down on her cheeks, fingers pointing towards the
floor. He pushed his hand down her crack, further and further, taking his
time, until she felt his rough fingers gliding through her pussy lips.
They found her hole, encircling it and dipping two fingers in and out
before carrying on round to the one place she wanted him more than most.
Still pushing his fingers through her wet lips, Kit could feel her
trembling as he stroked her clit, gently round in circles for a while,
then rubbing it hard. Rachel was panting, her heart beating rapidly, her
juices covering Kit’s hand. He could feel she was about to cum
but he wanted to fuck her thoroughly first. He pulled his hand out and
rolled her knickers down her legs. Rachel stepped out of them and turned
to face him. She kissed him gently on the lips, inviting him to take her
fully as she started pumping his penis like she had done so many times
before. He took hold of her fist and pumped harder and harder until she
could see the drops of semen dribbling out of his cock-end. She ducked her
head and licked the salty liquid, not wanting to waste a drop. Kit groaned
with pleasure, stopped their joint wank and lifted her over his shoulder.
Rachel giggled with delight, knowing that very soon she would no longer be
a virgin. With Rachel in such a vulnerable
position, Kit couldn’t help it; he stuck two fingers into her cunt,
roughly shoving them in and out, in and out, as he took her up stairs and
through to her double bed. Rachel was getting increasingly vocal, learning
new sensations every moment; she cried out with each finger thrust, trying
to spread her legs so Kit could plunge deeper into her
womb. Kit dropped her onto the mattress,
kissing her, his tongue travelling around her mouth, over her teeth,
flicking and probing. With hands entangled in each other’s hair; Rachel,
knees up and wide apart; Kit took his dick in his hand and pushed the
whole length into her, watching as his pubic hair became meshed with hers.
He knew Rachel was a virgin and he knew she wanted a good solid fuck to
transform her from girl to woman. She was so wet and turned on that he was
able to give her his whole length. He thrust in and out, alternating
between short deep penetration, to pulling out so his head stayed in and
plunging all the way back in
again. They gyrated and ground their hips
and groins into one another, pumping hard and fast, her clit rubbing
against the base of his cock. She felt filled up by this hard, brown rod
and her tits were pleasantly sore from his rough caresses. She could feel
herself building up and tightening in readiness for her first intercourse
orgasm; tightening and tightening, pumping faster and harder, and harder
and harder and then her cunt exploded, the dam bursting to free her lady
cum. Kit came too, jerking his body back and forth, filling her with his
liquid. After resting on her breasts for a
while, Kit withdrew, a tidal wave of their mixed cum juices spilling from
Rachel’s gash, onto the bed
covers. “You know, I’ll have to keep you as
my girlfriend now, don’t you?” said
Kit. Rachel was over the moon; she was a
fully fucked woman with a gorgeous, golden-cocked
partner. “Just shows what a little bit of minge flashing can do for you,” she said. |