0 comments/ 85067 views/ 5 favorites Garden Party By: Dr. Bull Well, after twenty years of marriage it often feels like the excitement seems to falter. The wild days of sex on the fifty-yard line, skinny-dipping with a half dozen friends, and wet tee shirt contests were gone, heck we even sold the hot tub. It's not that we don't have sex, in fact we enjoy each other on a regular basis. What I'm talking about is the stuff that gets your juices flowing, makes you appreciate the beauty and lustfulness we felt toward each other as teenagers in the middle of a football field. It used to be we were naked with friends or in locations where we could be caught and it added to the excitement. Anymore we seemed sex only happens in the bed room and nudity... never where others might see. But since the kids were born we spend time working in the yard, Karen loves her garden, me, I just love what it produces. Yes I till it up in the spring and help plant it but the deal is I won't weed the damn thing, so when she heads to the garden I head for the garage. It seems we've become without adventure when it comes to sex. In college Karen was the ideal 36-24-35 and made you drool just watching her walk by, the passing years and two kids have added a little weight and increased her breasts and hips a bit but she still turns some heads. I've been on the night shift lately and sleeping till 4 in the afternoon is pretty normal, my family is good about staying quiet or going away so I can sleep. I awoke early yesterday to find the family gone. As I stumbled around in a stupor looking for a soda to drink, I noticed the outside temp was eighty plus. I saw Karen was out in the garden working with her hoe, her white tank top clung to her back from her sweat, as she turned towards me her breasts bounced with her hoeing motions obviously she was bra-less. Her nipples almost showing through the fabric and I watched admiring my choice of spouses for a minute. I slipped out to the garage, hoping she wouldn't catch me and guilt trip me into helping, I grabbed a second soda from my "beer" fridge, since it was a little early in "my day" for a beer, popped the top and glanced out the window. I had made it, she was still working away but now on her hands an knees pulling weeds around the other plants, as they popped from the ground her breasts would put on a show of their own as they tried to fall out of her tank top. So I pulled up a stool and enjoyed the show. I was tinkering on a fan motor when she sort of sat back on her legs, sweat running down her face, she lifted her shirt, puffing air under it in an effort to cool off. Then with quick look around she pulled the tail up wiping the sweat from her face, flashing those beautiful 42DD's right at me. Now we do live a bit out of town so it's not as if she took it her shirt on Main Street, and I had planted trees blocking the view from the road. But if the neighbors, Bill or Wanda were watching from the right location they might have seen her. I looked towards their house no one seemed to be there, Karen worked on down the row stopping from time to time and wiping the sweat and generally exciting the hell out of me. I kept looking at the neighbors because Bill retired a year ago and was normally around the house. As her shirt became more sweat soaked her breasts became more and more exposed as the shirt drooped and the openings widened. I thought I saw some movement over at Bill's but all I could see was Bill's hat sitting in the deck...then it moved, as I watched as it moved again. I pulled down my hunting pack from its hook and pulled out the 7X50 binoculars I keep in there. Bill was sitting in the shade just out of site behind his deck, with his own set of binoculars watching my wife in the garden! I watched as she sat up again Bill would sit up getting a better view when she lifted her shirt, then he would sit back as she went back to work. From Karen's point of view all she could see was maybe a hat that appeared to be lying on the deck, even as he sat up it just looked higher and unless you were watching it, it would go unnoticed. And since their place was a hundred yards away you had to look closely to see him. Karen stood up when she reached the end of the row, walking to the end of the garden wiping the sweat as she walked her large white breasts bouncing as the sweat glistened in the sun. She pulled her shirt down and turned on the water faucet letting it run, checking the temp as it ran out the end of the hose, when it was cool enough she drank. Then what was to me and I'm sure to Bill a welcome surprise, she ran the water over her shirt, cooling her body and turning the white shirt almost invisible. Then pulling the large sleeve openings together she ran the cold water over her exposed breasts, cupping each one she cooled the undersides also. Her nipples hardened under the cold water, much like my cock was as I watched. What a show she was putting on for her unknown audience of two, and a quick glance showed that Bill was practically standing. She dropped the hose and looked around towards the house, as if she wondered if I was up yet. Then back towards Bill's where he was down low out of view again, I was hard to see in the garage but ducked a bit myself wondering what was coming next. She glanced back and forth then took her wet shirt off and hung it on the fence; another quick look and she dropped her shorts and panties hanging them beside her shirt. The hose came back up and poured across her nude body, I'm not sure what this did for Bill because at this point I couldn't take my eyes off her. Starting at her shoulders she ran the cold water across her chest and over her shoulders, massaging herself with the pulsing water. As she moved downward she squirted each nipple deepening the areola to a dark red, the nipples standing out half an inch. Downward across her stomach to her reddish hairline, even though she has dirty blond hair her pussy hair runs more towards red, around her waist pouring the water on her ass and between her cheeks. As she hosed her self off she would use her finger to "jet" the stream stimulating some sensitive areas. Her eyes half shut she brought the hose under her breasts again "jetting" each nipple then downward soaking her already wet bush, the hose paused for a moment as the cold water passed across her thighs. I knew what was about to happen just by the look in her eyes and the cute way she was biting her lip, as the hose rolled hitting her pussy lips and clit full on she squealed and orgasmed. The orgasm had Karen twitching with pleasure as the water flowed upward across her clit the spasms made her large breasts bounce, then she collapsed to the grass, the hose cast away while her fingers finished the session. I heard the car about the same time Karen did, Wanda was driving down the road headed home. Karen rolled over and crawled to the fence grabbing her clothing, I saw Bill headed around the far end of his house, and I slipped back into our house. I headed back to the bedroom, not wanting Karen to know I had been watching, I heard the garage door open as I slipped into bed, she must have taken refuge there to get out of sight and get dressed. I listened to her go in to the laundry and started the cloths dryer (presumably to dry her clothing). She came into our bedroom where I lay "sleeping" and slipped into bed, sliding her cool still damp body up to mine. "Waking" I responded to her touch, my raging hard on screaming for relief! Her hand slipped into my boxers, her cool hand felt wonderful on my burning cock. "Good Morning" she cooed in my ear. "Hi Sexy" I sleepily replied, "what have you been doing?" "Working the garden, I took a shower and thought you might like me to wake you up." Her damp gooseflesh and erect nipples rubbing on my chest she slipped off my boxers and slid her still wet pussy on to my waiting hardon. The sex was better than it had been in sometime, the thought of Bill watching and Wanda nearly catching Karen's "show" had me horny as hell. I think gardening may become one of my favorite spectator activities. * * * * * Comments from all are welcome and encouraged! Inspirational photos welcome from female readers... Garden Party Emma sat in the secluded Gazebo, escaping from the crowd for a few minutes. The gazebo had been a pleasant surprise in her wondering stroll through the large garden. Emma watched the shadow's dance in dusk's false light, hearing the sound of the party in full swing drifting across the low hedges as she rested. The party was just one more in the long line of summer distractions that John's work forced them to attend. The guests were generally the same crowd, although Emma had noticed one or two new faces in the crush of arriving. Emma wondered if any of the new ones would prove interesting, the hope of them providing more was only a dim thought. Her mind drifting back to the start of the evening Emma sighs as she recalls the quick and for her fruitless lovemaking prior to preparing for the party. John had come home in one of his moods, she had seen it as soon as he had walked in the door. Dressed in a dressing gown following her shower she had known what would happen almost instantly. As soon as John had seen her, her naked body barely covered by the short gown he had pulled her to him and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his hands had pulled open her gown. Her body reacted in its usual fashion to his urgent advances her juices flowing almost instantly. Her groan as he kissed her was as much for the frustration she knew would follow as for the sexual stimulus that his groping hands brought. Her fears proved true as he had pushed her back onto the couch, he did not even bother removing his pants as he released his rock hard shaft, thrusting it into her without any further attempts to bring her any satisfaction. Emma wondered which of the typing pool had triggered this particular attack on her self-esteem. John, normally a considerate lover had admitted after one of his previous attacks that he had been fantasying about a new typist at work most of the day. Emma simply lay back biting her lip as he pounded into her, trying but failing to stop her own body from reacting, knowing that it he was not going to last long enough to bring about her own orgasm. Her prediction had proved true as after only a few thrusts he had exploded inside her, his seed shooting into her as he grunted his way through orgasm. He had made the usual apologies afterwards of course but that did nothing to relieve the frustration he had left her with. The need to prepare for the party meant of course that she could not take the time to relieve that frustration through any other method either. This meant Emma was in a high state of excitement and was the reason for the retreat to the gazebo. Emma felt a slight chill on her shoulders as the breeze brushed over her exposed skin, her strapless party dress providing little cover. Glancing at her watch Emma realises that John would be looking for her soon, her short respite from the hubbub of fake smiles and false sincerity could not last much longer. Standing Emma looks around once more at the peaceful garden realising that darkness was quickly descending. Walking along the path leading back to the house, Emma stops to light a cigarette not needing to conceal her whereabouts any longer. Flicking the lighter proves futile either the breeze prevents it from lighting or she needed to fill it. Just as Emma decided to return the cigarette to the elegant case from which it was extracted a lighter flared in front of her. Jumping at the sudden burst of light Emma glances up to see a stranger offering her the flame, smiling Emma leans forward and sucks the cigarette to life. 'Thank you' Emma draws deeply on the slim tube of tobacco letting the smoke drift out of her mouth as she speaks. The man simply nodded his head as he returned the lighter to his pocket, standing there silently as he seemed to stare straight into her soul. Fumbling to return her own lighter to her small purse, Emma's nerveless fingers failed to hold onto the small silver lighter and she gasped as it fell to the ground. Before she could react the man had bent down and picked up the fallen object. Without standing he handed it up to her, in the darkening garden Emma could only sense the smile as she retrieved the lighter and dropped it into her purse. Emma stood waiting expecting the man to stand once more, ready to thank him for a second time. Instead she gasped as she felt his hand stroke her bare leg below the knee length dress. Her mind spun in turmoil at the unexpected touch, her body stiffening but not moving away from the softly stroking hand. Emma glances around as the fingers brush over her flesh, realising that the hip high hedge next to her conceals from view not only the action but the man himself from anyone who is not on the short path they both occupy. Emma is aware that a simple step back is all that is needed to break the spell she seems to be under, but her own frustration from John's quick and urgent sex prevents her from resisting the soft touch of the man's fingers as the move higher up her leg. Now stroking her thigh, Emma can feel the wetness growing seeping into the material of her panties as the fingers squeeze and caress. Her leg muscles relax at the tender touch, the tension seeping out of her body as her mind gives up the struggle for control. The first feather light touch against the damp material that is the only barrier between his tantalising fingers and her twitching pussy brings a shudder and a gasp from Emma. Unconsciously her body reacts her legs move apart as he presses against the thin material, her hand moves to rest on his shoulder to support her shaking legs as his thumb slips past the material and into her soaking pussy. Still without a word being spoken the man slips first one finger and then a second into her pussy, moving his thumb to press against her throbbing clit. Emma cannot believe that she is standing in a night shrouded garden letting a stranger pump his fingers in and out of her body. Her mind tries one last time to take control, her common sense screaming that she must stop this before it goes any further Then it is to late, her body tenses in anticipation as she feels his lips brush against her thighs. Her whole being is now concentrated on the moist trail of his lips moving over her flesh. Twisting to lean against the thickly matted branches of the hedge Emma gives up all thought of resistance as his tongue laps at the juices running down her thighs. Her hands no long supporting her body pressing against his head urging his mouth upward towards her pulsating pussy. 'Emma, Emma, EMMA' John's voice reaches through to her mind, growing louder with each call. She knows he must be getting closer, she knows he could find her at any moment but is unable to act, is unable to stop the man from attacking her body. A silent scream escapes her lips at the first lingering touch of his lips, his tongue runs the length of her tracing the outline of her before thrusting between the swollen folds. Her body convulses as he twists his head sucking the flesh softly, moving up and over her clit. Her eyes close as he flicks his tongue over the ultra sensitive bud. Her legs tremble as two fingers slide in and out of her, her hips jerk as he sucks and bites lightly pinching the base of her clit as he drags his teeth over her stiffened clitoris. 'Emma' John's voice is closer now, each second bringing him nearer. 'Oh god' Emma whispers 'please stop, don't stop'. Emma can feel the smile on the mans lips as they continue to move over her exposed pussy, his hand holding her panties aside a finger pressed close to the base of her clit as his tongue works its magic on the tip. 'Oooohhhhhh' Emma hisses as the first convulsions hit her, 'oooooohhhhhh please please, I am cummmming' Her voice barely above a whisper as she senses John's approach her body explodes into orgasm, sending her shaking and jerking into climatic pleasure. His mouth twists and turns his tongue swirling and licking, his lips sucking as her mind soars to new highs, each touch bringing new climatic joy, each lick bringing with it a new fevered orgasm. As her mind fails, as her body collapses from its tense orgasmic high Emma knows John is just around the corner, knows that they are about to be discovered, knows that her marriage is in ruins when suddenly she is alone. The mouth gone her dress fallen back into place her stranger vanished. Her pussy still throbbing her legs still weak Emma turns as John appears silhouetted against the light from the house walking towards her. 'There you are my dear' John sounds relieved to have found her, then concerned as he continues 'are you okay my love'. 'Yes dear' Emma still unable to keep the quiver out of her voice 'I just felt a little overcum, I will be alright in a moment'............... Garden Party "Blah, blah, blah... " said the banker. "Blah, blah, blah..." said the lawyer. Their blond prissy wives smiled and nodded in agreement. "And what do you do?" asked one of them, turning to me with a grin. "Well," I hesitated, " I'm a...an anthropologist." Everybody fainted looking intrigued, the men nodded wisely and the women adopted a mystified look. "Oh," said the other blond, "does that mean you study insects and stuff?" I put on my most fake of smiles, looked her straight in the face and said: "Yes...something of that sort." Since no one had anything to comment on my alleged profession, the five of us sunk into an awkward silence. I knew they all loved returning back to their money and gossip talk, but couldn't change topic so rudely. This suspended tension pleased me immensely, and I could see their faces twisting in the pain to find a return path to familiar topics. But I knew I couldn't keep the pleasure long; I looked down and noticed that my champagne glass was almost empty. "Please excuse me; I'm going to get some more canapés." I told the small group, making a sorry face. They all smiled artificially and nodded and I turned away, erasing my smile and making my way to the long table in the middle of the lawn. The Embassy garden party was much duller than I expected. There was hardly anyone I knew and everyone, even those I knew, was extremely boring. I gestured to the waiter in white to fill my glass, picked up a handful of different canapés and walked around the clots of people chatting. It was a summer evening, and the sky was beginning to go dark. We were all buzzing around the tables outside, dressed up in dinner jackets and evening gowns. The place reminded me what a millionaire's house in Beverly Hills must look like. It had large French windows that exposed the extravagance of the embassy's inside; marbled floor, chandeliers, paintings, all the chintz and fluff you can imagine. Outside, a long lawn spread, aligned with trees, flower beds and some conceptual art. It streamed far and disappeared in the damp darkness. "I must explore this garden," I told myself. "It is hard to believe that have such a huge English garden in the middle of the city." So I returned to the table, topped up my champagne and picked up some more of the nicer biscuits and pastries to serve as exploration rations, and set off. Cleverly I avoided the small talkative groupings and soon, except a strolling couple or two, was away from the party. It was truly a beautiful garden, the lawn was short and springy, cut in straight, meticulous lines, it felt nice walking on. On either side of the lawn hedges and flowers were well arranged, in the best British tradition. I stopped by a bush and smelled its purple blossoms. They had a sweet and heavy smell, real flowers. Old, tall trees were planted here and there, marked with plaques explaining when, why and by whom they were planted. I strolled like this for a long while, looking back to see how far I've gone from the reception area. It must have been some three hundred feet or so, the people looked small and shining, like some insects buzzing around the light from the building inside's. "This garden is so fucking amazing," I told myself, having no one around to listen, "It like a the space – time continuum broke up, and I found myself strolling in 19th century Sussex or in some fairy garden; it's a whole universe hiding between these walls." After some more walking I reached a hedge which probably meant the end of the garden. With a sigh, I was prepared to turn on my hills and make it back to the boring party. After all, the garden couldn't have gone on forever. Then, like suddenly seeing through an optical illusion, I saw that a part of the hedge was actually a passage, secretive and hidden. I looked closer, and it certainly seemed like a passage somewhere. Glancing around, I wondered whether anyone will notice me going in. But since there was no one, I quickly walked on, and thinking to find only the gardener's shed, went around the hedge. I found myself between two tall bushes, like a corridor, at the end of which there was small, waist high, laced iron-gate. "How strange," I thought, "surely the garden can't be any bigger than it is. After all, we are in the city..." With some hesitation I pushed the gate and found myself on top of a few steps which gave onto another sprawling lawn. This one was circular and smaller than the one I just left, but still wide and impressive. Though I wasn't sure what to do, I finally descended the steps and started to explore this new area. It looked much like the garden I just left, and must have been the plot adjacent. Like the embassy's garden, this one also had trees and flowers all around, leaving wide, round lawn in the middle; I could also see a spectacular building at the far end of it. Walking on, I circled the clearing and looked at the flowers. The sky was dark blue already and the garden lamps were sporadically lit, making it probably look bigger than it really was. It was quiet and I was completely alone, as it was deserted. I could only make the faintest echo from the other party. Rejoicing in my secret discovery I went on with my exploration, but moving a few steps in it I was very surprised to find, sitting on a wooden bench, hidden by the hedge, a girl a heavy looking book. I immediately froze. Her tranquillity and absurdness in her book made it clear to me at once that I have entered a private garden of some sort. This was clearly no longer a part of the embassy's reception area. My immediate instinct was to turn around and leave, but somehow I couldn't. The brief thought of returning to the boring conversation was unbearable. So, trying to be as quiet a I could, I approached the girl slowly, trying to have a closer look at her. The girl sitting on the bench was half lit and half shadowed by the lamp's light. She looked young, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one but clearly not more. She wore a black dress with some red and orange embroidery, and it looked very simple and pretty, but something about it made it clear that it was very expensive. Her hair must have been golden brown, or maybe ginger blond, but in the shadows it was dark and glinting, made up high, like for a gala night. The shadows also made her face hidden, I could only distinguish a small, delicate nose and partly parted lips, which seemed to be whispering or reading out quietly. I must have been about seven meters from her when I knew I could stop. So I adjusted my black tie and said softly, trying to be as calm and suave as possible: "Good evening." She sat up abruptly, clearly startled. Her rather big eyes stared at me sharply, looking at first a bit frightened and then annoyed. Now I could see her face I was certain she was about twenty years old; she had a beautiful, clear face, and her eyes were bright blue, and looked hard. Here and there on her white cheeks there were tiny freckles, which gave her the look of a naughty child. Gaining her composure, her eyes jerked quickly around, looking for other people; then said harshly: "Are you from the garden party?" I found this question rather amusing, standing there in my dinner jacket and bow tie, holding a champagne glass. "No," I said, "I'm a gentleman-cambriouler." I smiled, "I didn't mean to frighten you; I'm just here for the crown jewels." For a moment she looked puzzled. Then she smiled for a tiny second before resuming her harsh expression. "I'm afraid you're lost, this garden is the ambassador's private residence garden, it is not open to the public." "Oh," I said, stressing out my disappointment, "I was just walking around admiring these beautiful gardens, it is hard to imagine we're in the middle of the city." My comment seemed to reassure her a bit and she smiled again, looking even lovelier. When she smiled, I could see her small, sharp teeth glinting in the artificial light. I was standing closer to her know, and could see the long pin that held her hair together, the tiny flowers embroided on her dress and the shape of her body. Without looking, I could follow the small round curves of her breasts and her small waist. All this I did with a quick glance, that she won't see me checking her out. "Yes, they are lovely, especially in the summer. I'm told they're even nicer than the president's gardens." I nodded and looked around smelling her garden air. She also had beautiful English, a rich and flowing accent, privately educated. "Well, if this is a private garden," I paused, "what are you doing here? Are you escaping the beautiful party?" She looked at me with mock shock. "No, I live here." She said, with a long, joking "ooo", "I'm the ambassador's daughter." "Oh", I said, and having nothing else to comment I quickly imitated an old fashioned bow. "I'm honoured. My name is Petrovich...Alex Petrovich." She laughed and held up her hand, participating in the exaggerated gestures. I covered the distance between us in two steps, grabbed her hand and kissed it, gentleman like. "How do you do Mr. Petrovich," she smiled, again prolonging her "o". "I'm Elizabeth Holmes." I kissed her hand again and said in a grave voice: "I apologise, Miss Holmes, on intruding upon you like in this manner." She laughed again and said, in a light jovial voice now: "Oh, you were quite right, I was bored with the party and came here for a moment; I should probably go back soon." Then, in a gesture which made her look childish again, she bit her lower lip and added: "Would you like me to give you a short tour of this garden? It has a lot of history, you know." "I would love that," I said, "and I could not imagine a better guide." "Good" she said and stood up, straightening her dress with a quick flick. "But I actually don't know that much about it." So, in a very casual manner, we started walking around the lawn, advancing towards the house in the back. "The garden," she started saying, waving her hands about "and the palace which in now the embassy and residence where bought by the duke of Wellington after the Napoleonic wars." "Bought?" I remarked in a questioning tone. "Well, actually it was requisitioned." She smiled. I wasn't keen on starting an historical debate, so only nodded knowingly. And we continued to stroll slowly with no specific direction. "Wellington certainly had an eye for beautiful things." I remarked, looking around. "Oh rather," she laughed. "You know, he was known to have seduced half of the noble women in Paris. There is even a room in the residency with nude paintings of all his mistresses." "Nude?" I asked, trying not to sound too interested, but clearly joking. "I'd very much like to see it." "Maybe some day," she answered mockingly. "May I ask you, Mr. Petrovich, how old are you?" I was surprised at her question; it seemed so out of place. But decided to play her game, after all, it was her garden. So I laughed quietly and said: "I'm twenty eight years old," I said, "and am an unemployed anthropologist." "Really?" she said lifting her eyebrows, "how interesting. Come this way, I want to show this part of the garden." We turned around and she led me that what seemed like a solid wall of hedge; but turning a corner it opened up to a small clearing. In the clearing there was a wooden bench and a small stone fountain. The place, even more than the entire garden, looked deserted and hidden; though I could see the lights from the house blinking through the bushes. I walked to the bench and put my champagne glass, nearly empty, on it. Elizabeth walked to the fountain and started brushing her fingers on the surface. She looked around and said: "Beautiful, isn't it?" "Uh-huh" "I imagine this is exactly the sort of place Wellington used to seduce women in." She commented and turned her back to me as she continued to play with the water. I looked at her from behind, fully aware that this was far from an innocent remark. She had a slender body underneath that dress; her upper back was exposed, framing a white, freckled square between the dress's straps. Below that I could see the round lines of her ass; it was more hinted than seen. I didn't take my eyes off her back, seeing how the black fabric fitted itself around her waist and hugged the roundness of her behind. Feeling enchanted, and drawn like through magic, I stepped closer, and stood right behind her, still not too close, but close enough to see that she was clenching the edge of the fountain hard. "And how do you think, Miss Holmes," I almost whispered in her ear, "that Wellington proceeded to seduce these ladies?" "Oh well, Mr Petrovich," she said heavily without turning, "I assume that, being a good solider, he attacked them when they least expected." As she said that she arched her back and I knew this was my cue. So very carefully I stepped forward and placed my hands on her waist. "How cunning", I whispered in her ear and started to kiss her neck. She had a long slim neck, which smelled of expensive perfume, the skin was smooth and tingling. I kissed it softly and felt her breathing shake her body. Very slowly, like a man catching dangerous animals, I moved my hips forward until my loins where lightly brushing her butt. This made my cock, deep within my trousers, leap. She made the smallest jump, though I knew she wasn't surprised and I continued to kiss her neck, slowly climbing up until I reached her ear. It was a pointy, elfish ear, and I licked and munched on her ear lobe, carefully avoiding her jewellery until she moaned silently and said: "Ohhh, Mr. Petrovich, you're quite a seducer yourself." "It's the garden, Miss," I whispered in her ear. "It has the strangest effect on me." Removing one hand from her waist, I caressed her belly, slowly going up until I reached her chest. I could feel her shivering beneath the gown and carefully closed my palm on her left boob. I only held it lightly, not wanting to mess her dress, but could feel the round breast pressing into my hand. With slow movements I massaged it through the light fabric and felt the nipple getting harder under my touch. I continued to do this, kissing her ear and neck and pinching her nipple for a moment before. My loins started to slowly move in circles and push her ass against the fountain's edge. Inside my trousers, my cock felt hard, trying to be become erect but limited by pants and trousers. My face also felt very hot and sweaty, and I could hardly breathe with my tight collar. "Shall we go and sit on the bench?" I suggested, panting a bit. She nodded briefly and turned around. Our eyes met for a minute and I leaned forward to kiss her. But she quickly placed her finger on my lips. "No, dear sir, you might ruin my make-up." She said. Instead she took my arm and led me to the bench. I couldn't really object to that, so followed. Elizabeth Holmes sat on the bench and I stood facing her. Her eyes looked at me from top to bottom and she gave a mischievous smile. When she noticed the bulge in my trousers her eyes stopped. Without a word she caught me by my belt and opened my zipper. My mouth opened in surprise as she slid in her hand. I imagined will make out a bit, but didn't quite think this will happen. But obviously I didn't say a thing. She looked up at me and leered. With a few movements she pulled out my cock and held it softly. It was hard and mostly erect, a long faintly red rod without a blemish. I closed my mouth at once. "The garden certainly has an effect on you Mr. Petrovich, it seems like a tree has grown in your trousers." And she pulled my cock closer to her. I was not in a condition to answer her, and anyway couldn't think of anything. The sensation of her hand holding my cock was immensely pleasant; it simply erased all words from my brain. I stared at her, and she stared back at me. Slowly, teasing me with her glare, then, she bended forward and carefully put her lips to the tip of my cock. A shudder went through me, from my cock up my spine. I clenched my teeth but didn't stop fixing her with my eyes. She smiled, with my penis between her lips, and swallowed me a bit further. I gasped and quickly undid my tie and top button to get some air. The ambassador's daughter stopped fixing me with her eyes and started to seriously suck my dick. She held it with one hand and jerked it slowly whilst swallowing it further and further in her small mouth. Her lips closed tight on it and she sucked it between her cheeks. There was no doubt this girl was a wonderful cock-sucker, taking more of my cock with every gesture. Her mouth and hand worked with perfect coordination, jerking and swallowing me slowly. I wanted to grab something, but was afraid to ruin her hair; so my hands felt restless. Finally I put them on my waist and stuck my hips forward. We were both very silent, I was breathing deep through my clenched teeth and she was as quiet as a mouse munching his dinner. Next she took my cock out of her mouth and started licking it entirely. She licked it all, from the head, all the shaft and down to my balls, which she took out of my trousers. With her sharp, pointy tongue, which felt velvety on my prick, she went down my shaft. When reaching my balls, Elizabeth started to suck on the loose skin of the sack. Her hand was sliding all over my wet cock now, squeezing and massaging it. After playing like this for a moment she licked it again all the way to the head and began sucking it once more. "Ohh, yes..." I grunted, "Ohh, please don't stop..." My cock felt lovely in her mouth and a small moan escaped my lips, adding to the sounds of the blowjob. It was an amazing sight, seeing this beautiful and elegant girl, going down on me in the corner of her garden. The fact that she was the ambassador's daughter only made it better. Her mouth was warm and wet and I slowly hypnotised by the movements of her lips and hand. She increased her rhythm, jerking my prick harder and harder and I could almost feel the beginning of orgasm building in my balls. But this must have tired her because quickly she slowed again and finally stopped. She took it out of her mouth and looked up at me. Her lipstick was still perfect, untouched by all the licking and sucking. My cock was shining and bright from her saliva and she still stroked it slowly. "That was very nice, Miss Holmes, thank you." "Please, call me Elizabeth," she said leaning back on the bench and slowly spread her legs. "Now what shall we do next?" I kneeled on one knee of the grass before her and put my hand on her leg, slowly sliding it upwards until I almost reached her knee. "Maybe we can continue the tour." I asked, "There is one flower that I'm particularly keen to see." She smiled and slowly started to pull up her gown. She carefully hoisted it as much as possible, revealing a lovely pair of smooth and white legs and knees. She managed to pull much of the dress up to her waist now and so spread her legs a bit further. Looking me straight in the eyes, Elizabeth Holmes gave me an inviting smile and lifted her dress a few inches more. I put a hand on each knee and slowly slide them to her thighs, which were mostly hidden. They felt smooth under my touch and I caressed them back and forward, looking at her the whole time. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. I sensed her thighs' muscles jerking for a second as her body responded to my touch. Finally my palms went all the way up her thighs and I felt her satin and lace panties. Without seeing what I was doing, my hands found their way around the fabric and touched the short hair of her pussy. She gasped and put a finger in her mouth, sucking on it with her eyes shut. I brushed her public hair slowly, feeling her body nervous underneath it. Then I explored further, tracing the lips of her vagina with my fingers. With slow, careful movements I pinched and flicked around her pussy, searching for her clit and snatch. All this I was doing without looking, but keeping my eyes fixed on her face. I could see her twitching and her face shining when I touched a sensitive spot. Garden Party "Ohhh," she whispered softly, her bosom rising as she breathed in. "Yes, there..." I smiled at her, though she wasn't looking, and continued to massage her pussy. I finally found her wet opening and slowly pushed a finger in her. She was dripping hot inside and my finger explored her carefully. I felt the different textures in her tunnel and caressed the smooth and the bumpy, feeling her squeeze my finger. In the meantime my thumb found her clit button and pressed it, moving it in small circles. She panted deeper and I saw one of her hands was grabbing hard the edge of the seat, while the other cupped her breast. "I suspect you enjoy this," I said, almost aloud. She nodded without a word, absorbed in her pleasure. I continued to massage her like this for a while, feeling small orgasms going through her body. The joint movement of stroking her clit and pussy together sent her shivering every few moments. It was magnificent, controlling her body like this with a couple of fingers. The sight of her, slouched on the bench before me, her lips parted, her eyes closed and my hands up her dress was unbelievable. Yet I wanted more; I wanted to taste this place underneath her black cloth. So, slowly with some hesitation, I pulled my hand out and looked at my fingers. They were covered in shining fluid and smelled the heavy perfume of her vagina. I breathed in this smell and then wiped them on the clean grass. With my hands, I pushed back her dress, as high as it could go and with a careful bend, I went forward and put my head under her gown. It was dark and very tight between her legs. I could see nothing and had almost no place to move. Her thighs were pressing me from both sides and my head was brushing against the fabric of her dress. But I could smell her pussy, right in front of me, and touched her knickers with my nose. With a finger and some difficulties I finally managed to move those knickers aside, and could feel her public hair brushing my face. The smell was unbelievably sweet and strong, intoxicating me completely. I felt lost in a dark cave, unable to see or move, but knew I was close to my objective. With my tongue, as far out as possible, I searched in the darkness for her pussy. I knew it was right before me and after a minute could feel it; her wet genitals touched the tip of my tongue. Pushing forward, I licked it slowly, forcing my head further between her legs. Her pussy juices were sharp, almost acidic, but sweet. Her thighs pressed harder on me as her body quivered to my touch. I licked her as much as I could, moving my tongue over the different parts of her pussy in small thrusts. Finally I found her clit and lapped at it like a poor cat. Though I couldn't hear her, I knew she was enjoying this, her body was charged with energy and the shaking of her thighs crushed my head. My tongue felt the hardness of her clitoris as its tip flicked on it quickly. Her sweat and cum covered my mouth and cheeks, almost dribbling to my chin. As her body trembled, I felt more fluids gushing out of her. She came strong and hard, but with little movement, only short spasms jerking her delicate body. I felt great, buried in this velvety cave, but my mouth already felt numb and my tongue was aching, I couldn't continue licking her like this, and had to slowly retreat. Going out, I wiped my mouth on her panties and thighs. Finally my head was out and I straightened up to take a deep breath. My body was hard and painful from the long bending and I wiped my mouth some more with the back of my hand. I looked at her. She seemed almost asleep, as if she was napping on this garden bench. Her eyes were closed and she breathed heavily, all her muscles seemed relaxed; but her legs were wide open and the drawn dress exposed much of her thighs. She was smiling in an absent manner, as if in a dream. I felt hot and short of breath, and my penis was hanging out, mostly limp. Without a word, I got up and sat next to her, panting. She didn't move at first but finally opened her eyes to a slit and smiled at me. Then her hand started strolling on my lap and caressed my cock. "Ahhh," she yawned, "that was lovely, I hope you enjoyed your visit down there." I nodded briefly, too tired and painful to speak. The ambassador's daughter and I were sitting like this on the bench for w short while. Neither of us moved and we were completely oblivious to the world around us. Then slowly, I could feel her hand jerking my cock, it was getting hard again. "Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered in my ear. "Do you want to fuck, here on the bench, or should we go back to the party?" I loved her posh English accent murmuring in my ear to fuck her. Every time she said "fuck" my cock got harder. "Here, now," I said, "I want to fuck you now." She smiled widely as if she'd just won a prize in party draw. Her hand squeezed my prick hard and stroked it up and down. For a moment she seemed preoccupied but then she smiled again and rose. I remained seated and watched her hoist up her dress to her waist once more. Then she sat on the bench and slouched until she was lying on it rather than sitting. Her robe was gathered all up and she spread her legs as far as possible, almost lifting them in the air. "Come," she said, gesturing between her legs, "I want your cock in me like this." I got up and stood in front of her, I could almost see all the way down to her panties. Without hesitating, I unbuckled me belt and dropped my black trousers and pants to the grass. I couldn't help thinking, for a brief instant, how odd we must have looked; me standing in a jacket and white shirt, my tie undone and my trousers dropped and her, half lying – half sitting on the bench with her dress all the way up her waist and a dirty look in her eyes. But these thoughts didn't prevent me from carrying on. Grabbing my prick in my hand, I crouched and advanced between her legs. Soon my hand and penis disappeared under her dress and I had to fondle in the darkness to find her opening. She looked bemused at my expression, trying to locate her pussy. After a minute I finally felt her knickers, and tried to slide them to the side, but it wasn't that easy, the damm things just seemed to prevent any access to her cunt. I tried to pull them off, but they only interfered more. "Damm," I said annoyed, "Your panties are getting in the way." She giggled and looked at me teasingly. "Tear them away then." She said with a smile. Strangely, this dirty proposal shocked me. And after a minute the idea of ripping her panties apart excited me. I smiled and reached down with both hands. It took a to find a place to grab them firmly, but after a minute or so I managed to hold them and pulled. The damm thing wouldn't come apart. I took a breath and pulled again, but succeeded in only tearing away the lace on their edge. I cursed. She laughed. "Pull them to my knees." She told me, putting her legs together. I did so, and even though now I had no access at all to her pussy, at least I could see what I was trying to rip. I looked at the black satin panties and tried tearing them again. Amazing how strong this fucking tissue was, they were also wet and hard to grab. Finally I found the sewing line on the side and with a sudden movement split them apart. Without thinking, I ripped at the other side as well, and held them in my hand. She had nice panties, even though they were reduced to a wet, uncertain shape with threads all over. I sniffed her smell on them and displayed them to her like a trophy. "Mission accomplished, Ma'am." I said. "Give" she ordered, and I handed them over. She squeezed them in her fist and looked at me again, with anticipation, spreading her legs once more. I crouched again between her legs and moved in until my hand felt her hairs. My fingers explored lower and I discovered her lips, lower still my finger met her snatch; she was wet and ready to be penetrated. I had to use my hand to place my cock near her pussy opening, and brushed its head a few times on her clit, getting it wet. Our eyes locked, she nodded and clenched her teeth as I slowly pushed in my cock into her. Her pussy was very tight, and I had to push hard to enter. But it was also very wet, and soon I managed to slide more and more of my prick inside. Her tunnel was squeezing me and I was caught hard between her thighs; I grabbed those with my hands and lifted them in the air, making her slide even lower on the bench. With no hesitation, I pushed my hips forward and felt my cock entering her deeper. She made a small cry and grabbed the edge of the seat with a hand. Her eyes were wide open and she bit her lip. I pushed again and felt my cock ramming her further. Finally I did a series of short pushes until all of it was in. "fuck," I grunted, "you have a tight pussy." Elizabeth didn't respond, and I knew that all her senses were busy with the big cock in her. It was a fantastic sensation, grabbing her thighs and feeling my penis being buried in her pussy. The skin on her legs was smooth and silky and her public hairs were brushing against mine. I could feel the wetness of her clit on my crotch as I pulled back a bit and shove my cock back in, hard and strong, seeing her body jump when my hilt hit her loins. I did it again, feeling the passage accepting me more every time. Soon I was pumping in and out of her in fast. My hips went in, burying my cock in her wet snatch and out, leaving only the head in. I dropped one of her legs and put my hand on top of hers, grabbing the edge of the bench. I was bending on top of her, my ass thrusting up and down in the air, our eyes constantly connected. I started fucking her with fast, short jerks, feeling my balls bang against her pussy. "You like this?" I panted, "You like being fucked by a stranger in the park?" She nodded but didn't say a word; a minute later she started moaning and panting, asking me to fuck her more. I took a deep breath and returned to pump in and out of her with long, deep strokes. My balls felt hot and some cum was gathering in my shaft, anticipating the moment to burst out. I could feel the veins of my prick as it was rubbing inside her; exciting her different spots. I loved the feeling of her pussy lips closing on my prick every time I entered her. My hips were almost moving by themselves, I was too occupied by holding her up and staring at her. The penetration rhythm increased and Elizabeth started saying: "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, don't stop, don't cum yet." This made me to slow as I forced my hips to calm down and shaft her slower. We were both panting hard and I could feel the sweat tricking on face and sticking the back of my neck to the shirt's collar. To vary the movements, I pumped her carefully, in a relaxed rhythm, until I stopped completely and pulled my cock out. I let go of her leg and felt the tiredness of my arm. "No," she exclaimed, looking like an angry child, "I want you to fuck me more." I leered and said, "We're not done yet. Get on your knees on the bench." She gave me a dirty smile and slowly got up; by her movements I could also see that her body was sore. After arranging her gown she climbed on the bench, displaying her ass to me. It was wrapped under the dress, but I could see she had a perfectly round, well shaped butt. "Like this?" she teased, wiggling her behind. "Very good, Miss Holmes, now pull up your dress as much as you can." She put her hands on her butt and slowly started to pull her dress. She revealed her white legs, the back of her knees and finally her thighs. The dress went further and further up, exposing beautiful, fresh thighs, which were almost shinning. I could almost see her pussy from behind. Unfortunately she was unable to lift the dress above her ass, which remained hidden. "Very good" I said, moving behind her and putting my cock between her legs. "Should I carry on with the fucking?" She nodded, looking at me over her shoulder. So I sled my hands carefully under her dress and managed to grab her ass. Her buns were firm and round, the perfect grabbing handles. She looked at me, turning her head backwards and leered. I looked at her hair, which not long ago was carefully arranged high and elegantly, was now a mess of falling locks and stray hairs. My hands dug deeper into her ass as I looked at the beauty of her back and shoulders, her shoulder blades were writhing like wings.. Then I moved in my cock and navigated it just outside her dripping pussy. With a single gesture I pulled her towards me and felt my cock getting buried in her. "Oh," she moaned, "I like it like this, fuck me more." I grinned and pulled her ass again, spearing her on my prick once more. My hips stayed still, but I fucked her harder and harder by moving her ass. She moaned and held the back of the bench with both hands, her head jerked backwards with every penetration, making her hair become even looser. Slowly I increased the rhythm, until my loins started moving again and I pumped into behind. My hands became metal claws gripping her ass cheeks and I was shafting her stronger with every stroke; I felt like a machine, an automate for fucking. Soon I was fucking her fast and deep. My hips jerked backward and forward like crazy, living creatures, trying to penetrate in as much as possible. She was moaning and screaming, grabbing hard the rattling frame of the bench. I panted and started murmuring through my lips. "Fuck... yes...you like it, ah? Tell me you like it!" Elizabeth turned her head backwards and looked at me. My eyes were half closed but I could see that her teeth were clenched hard and she had an almost mad look in her eyes. "I love it darling," she whispered in posh English, "I love you fucking me like this." Encouraged by her voice I fucked her stronger, driving my cock deeper. Her beautiful back arched and twitched, and I had to hold her butt tight to keep her on my dick. Spasms were climbing up my spine and the pressure in my cock became almost too much to bear. I pumped her hard and strong, feeling how every stroke entered her fully. There was no slowing down now, this was the final set and I wanted to enjoy it to the end. Without control, cum was speeding in my cock like a giant wave to the shore and my body was swept by it. My back arched, my hips jerked back and forth in an unstoppable speed and my mind was flushed by bright light. "I'm cumming," I cried softly. "I'm cumming in your hot pussy." She might have said something, but I couldn't hear anything any more. Cum was pumping hard out of my cock and into her pussy, it was almost painful. My eyes were closed and I felt my teeth grinding each other. Electric spasms went through my balls to my ass and to every other part of the body. I felt them tickling the tip of my prick and making the hairs on my head stand. More and more cum splashed out of me and I was suspended in the air, floating somewhere between heaven and earth; until I crashed down on her back, panting heavily. It took me a while to realize the smooth and wet skin of her back wasn't the ground, and slowly my senses adjusted. I could hear her quick heartbeats slowly slowing down and her fast breaths becoming normal again. My cock stopped oozing, but was still inside her, retreating outside. After a minute, Elizabeth started to straighten up and I sled of her back and collapsed on the bench beside her. I was still breathing hard and feeling dizzy. My eyes were shut and I was in a world of my own. Sensing movement, I opened my eyes and saw that Elizabeth sat normally and removed a rebel hair from her face. Her face was red and shining; small drops of sweat made her forehead glisten and her eyes regained the calmness of before. She sighed and looked at herself. Then, with the panties she was still holding in her hand, she started to clean her pussy under the dress, soaking up the wetness. After this Elizabeth Holmes stood up, adjusted her dress and hair and regained her chilled expression. I struggled to my feet and started lifting my trousers, when she looked around and said loudly: "Wilkinson, Wilkinson, you can come out now..." To my shock and surprise, a tall security guard in a dark suit came through the bushes not ten meters away. He had no expression, and his tough face was stone. I stared at him in disbelief, wondering how long he has been there and what did all this mean. Then I looked at her, unbelieving her calmness. My cock was still hanging outside in the garden air and I tucked it in as fast as I could whilst arranging my shirt in my trousers. I didn't know whether to look at her or at the guard so stood there completely thunderstruck. "I must go back for the toast," she told him. "Father is probably waiting me. Mr. Petrovich here was lost, kindly show him outside." I looked at her amazed, my mouth opened, but no word came out. The ambassador's daughter walked towards me slowly and put her wet panties in my palm; I couldn't think of anything to say. "If you'll ever want to have another tour of the garden, Mr. Petrovich, show this to the guard at the gate." She said and gave me the briefest smile. Then she turned away and quickly walked towards the main building. I followed her with my eyes until she disappeared in the darkness. I turned around and looked at the security guard, he stood motionless and without expression. Not knowing what to do, I walked back to the bench and sat on it, trying to understand what just went on. I noticed my forgotten champagne glass was still intact and some liquid remained in it. The guard made some movements suggesting that I should get moving, but I ignored him. I stood up and raised the glass in the air. "Well," I said to no one. "God save the queen." and emptied my champagne. Garden Party Lacey rose slowly to her feet, brushing the dirt from her knees as she surveyed her handiwork. The garden looked fantastic--eight tiny rows of pepper plant seedlings smiled up at her in the early afternoon sun. It should be a good crop this year, Lacey mused; the unseasonable warmth meant a few weeks' extra growing time. It was a also a good excuse for a cold beer and a nice cool shower, she thought as she began picking her way through the garden, collecting tools as she went. Suddenly Lacey caught her foot on something and stumbled. It was a vine from a squash or a gourd plant, strewn carelessly across the path. That's funny, she thought, I certainly haven't planted any squash yet this year, and I cleaned everything out from last season. I wonder where this came from? Her confusion did not last long, however, as anticipation of a beer and a shower pushed it quickly from her mind. --- Later that evening, Lacey wandered back out to the garden. Taking care not to spill her glass of red wine, she bent over to switch off the sprinkler she had set up earlier that day to water the seedlings. Suddenly something pushed her from behind and she fell forward onto the sprinkler. In moments her entire front side was drenched with cold water. "Fuck!" Lacey muttered, struggling to stand in the damp earth without crushing her plants. Looking down, she realized without much amusement that her white shirt, now soaking wet, did little to hide her bra-less chest. It clung to the curves of Lacey's breasts while her dark, hardened nipples poked through the thin fabric. Embarrassed and eager to go back inside, she bent to retrieve the wine glass which she had dropped when she fell. Suddenly, two vines appeared out of the earth in front of her. They found her outstretched hands and tightened quickly around her wrists, bringing her arms behind her back. Lacey gasped in shock. "What the fuck--?" Suddenly another vine erupted from the soil and wrapped around her head, slipping between her lips and gagging her. Lacey bit down on the wooden-tasting thing, but to no avail. The vine did not release her, but actually tightened, almost completely muffled her groans and curses. Lacey's eyes widened in increasing terror as another vine appeared before her, much thicker than the first two. It wrapped around her waist and actually raised her off the ground. Lacey kicked her feet wildly, but the vine refused to budge. It suspended her steadily, though not uncomfortably, several feet off the ground. Abruptly, two smaller vines began to grow off the one wrapped around Lacey's waist. They waved menacingly in her face for a moment before burrowing into the cleavage between her large breasts. Lacey yelped, or would have, as the vines wrapped themselves around the heavy globes, each one encircling one of her breasts several times before they finally stopped. Then they began to tighten, forcing her large jugs into huge round orbs. They bulged straight out on her chest, the skin growing taughter and taughter, until the pressure tore her shirt apart. The vine around her waist made little work of the remaining material, tearing it aside until Lacey was completely topless. Lacey looked down at her heaving chest. Normally rather pendulous and heavy, her huge breasts swelled out like a bad boob job. The vines, still wrapped around the base of each breast, shook back and forth, causing her heavy, taught breasts to bounce just a little. Her already long nipples now stood out more than an inch from her smooth, pale flesh, bright red and pulsing. So distracted by her abused breasts was Lacey that she failed to notice the new vine until it had snaked out of the ground and sat hovering between her thighs. It prodded against the crotch of her jeans, startling her. When the vine could gain no access, it rose higher, finding the waistband of her jeans and slipping inside. Fear even more acute than before set in. The combination of being slightly buzzed, terrified, and having drank far too much liquid proved to be too much for her bladder. Sobbing with shame (albeit still muffled), Lacey unleashed a torrent of piss, quickly soaking her panties and turning the crotch of her jeans a darker blue. Urine ran down the insides of her legs and down her feet, splattering the soil beneath her. By this time, the vine in her jeans had worked its way down between her thighs. With a powerful downward swing, the vine ripped the offending material away, tearing until the shredded jeans fell away into the dirt. Now Lacey was covered only by a sopping wet pair of white panties. These were disposed of with a mere flick of the tip of the vine, completely exposing Lacey's body. Although piss still gushed from her bladder, soaking her legs, Lacey kept her thighs tight together. This did not last long, however; two vines shot out of the piss-soaked soil and wrapped around her ankles, spreading them as far apart as physically possible and exposing Lacey's wet, squirting pussy. Full, fat pink lips spread wide to expel the golden liquid, bulging out rather lewdly from Lacey's crotch. Above her pisshole, a pronounced, fleshy hood did its best to conceal a soft though obviously large clitoris which already just peeked out from underneath. The vine approached the tiny nub and began to stroke it; Lacey let out a muffled squeal and struggled frantically. As the torrent of urine slowed from Lacey's pussy and the last few drops trickled out of her hole, the vine seemed to get another idea. Abandoning her clit, it slid between the thick wet cunt lips and began probing at her hole. It did not penetrate her, but poked and prodded; it seemed to be testing her tightness. Lacey was by no means loose, but she was in her mid-twenties and had taken a good number of cocks into her pussy. Her hole did not put up a great deal of resistance to the questing vine. Suddenly the vine retreated. Lacey breathed a sigh of relief; she may be naked and in an extremely compromising position, but at least the bizarre creature which had captured her did not seem intent on rape. Instead, it seemed more interested in her large breasts. Sure enough, even as she watched, two tiny vines no wider than twine sprouted from the ones wrapped around her tits. Each vine wrapped around one of her hard nipples, encircling it several times before beginning to tug. The effect was not painful; in fact, it almost felt pleasurable. It almost felt like the vines were pulling on her nipples, like they were trying to milk them. Lacey was so distracted once more by this new development that she was unaware of the assault until it was already upon her. Out of the piss-soaked soil between her legs, two vegetables had emerged, hovering on the ends of two thick vines. The first was a long, thick cucumber; the second, a massive yellow gourd. The cucumber approached her already spread, wet pussy. It stroked her outer lips first, immediately drawing Lacey's attention away from her nipples. She gasped--or tried to--as it found her opening and began to slide into her cunt. Although the head of the cucumber was large, almost the side of her own fist, it slid in surprisingly easily. When it finally met with resistance a few inches in, it began to leak a green, viscous substance from pores all over its surface, making it slide more easily into her already-stretched pussy. The invading vegetable finally came to rest about six inches inside Lacey's twat, dialating her opening nearly three inches. Her pelvis bulged out obscenely around the fat member, her fleshy lips clinging lewdly to the remaining four inches or so which protruded out of her. The vine at the end of the cucumber writhed between her thighs. Suddenly, out of the vine at the base of the cucumber, another tiny vine sprouted. This one headed directly for Lacey's clit. It was slippery with the same green substance that had lubricated the cucumber, and so wound itself easily again and again around her meaty organ. Lacey twitched violently as the vine began milking her clit much as the others were doing to her nipples. Those had been stretched another inch or so, and the vines were still pulling on them. Abruptly the vine around Lacey's waist began to tilt her forward. The vines around her ankles kept her legs in place, essentially bending her in half until her ass stuck directly up into the air, completely exposed. The cucumber was still lodged in her twat, but now the vines had another hole to play with. Two vines shot up out of the earth, branching out on the end like fingers. They found Lacey's asscheeks and plunged between them, spreading the fleshy globes wide apart. Lacey felt, rather than saw, the massive gourd approach her ass. She felt something warm and wet being squirted onto her asshole; the tip of a vine worked its way into the tight hole, spreading the goo around inside her rectum. She screamed with all her might when three more vine tips slipped into her anus and began to pull, stretching it open. It gaped, albeit reluctantly, providing a widening passage for the gourd. Although Lacey could not see it, the head of the gourd was actually narrower that the cucumber in her pussy. It too was coated with a viscous liquid, yellow in color, that it seemed to squirt into her ass as it pushed its way in. The effort was more uncomfortable than painful, and Lacey's ass (which had taken items of considerable girth) stretched rather easily to accomodate the gourd, until at last the vines withdrew and the gourd slipped in easily. Lacey's anus closed around the neck of the gourd, spasming a little as it adjusted to the sensation. What she didn't know was that the gourd still had a much larger, longer, fatter body with which to penetrate her, although for now it seemed content to allow her ass to adapt. A noise behind her startled Lacey. Peering between her bulging tits, Lacey saw her next-door neighbor standing on his back porch, watching her. Her eyes grew wide, first in relief, then shame. How embarrassing to be seen like this, strung up, contorted, and violated in both holes by a plant. Although she could not gesture or do much of anything, she looked into his eyes, silently pleading with him for help. But he was not looking into her eyes. Lacey's neighbor, an middle-aged, divorced man who had always found his younger neighbor extremely attractive, now found his most private fantasies coming true before his very eyes. Although he would have liked to do the violating, he was more than happy to watch Lacey's holes stuffed with something other than those younger, hotter men she was always bringing home--finally, the slut was getting what she deserved! And how how hot she looked like this, spread open, huge tits hanging down...Tom did the only thing his brain would allow him to do: he unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard cock, and began to stroke it. Lacey saw this, and hung her head in shame and disappointment. He was content to simply watch her suffer this humiliation! Her thoughts were quickly disrupted as she felt the cucumber in her pussy begin to move. It slid almost completely out of her hole, then plunged back in, filling her. The next stroke pulled the cucumber out of her cunt entirely, revealing a gaping hole which leaked green fluid. It plunged back in, then repeated the motion. On the third plunge, all the air trapped inside Lacey's pussy pushed out around the cucumber, emitting a loud, forceful fart-like sound. Tears streamed down Lacey's face as the cucumber fucked her again and again, pulling out completely and plunging back in, making her cunt fart each time. To add to her shame, she could hear her neighbor Tom muttering to himself. He had grabbed the pair of binoculars he used for bird-watching (and neighbor-watching) and was staring at her abused pussy while he tugged on his cock. "Oh, that's disgusting!" "What a little whore. Look at that loose, gaping pussy." "You should be ashamed of yourself for making noises like that. That's so nasty." By now the cucumber had gradually worked all ten inches of its long, thick body into Lacey's cunt. When finally it came to rest inside her, only a thick vine hung out from between her pussy lips. The plant gave her little reprieve, however, as shortly the gourd in Lacey's ass began to push in. Her sphincter, relaxed now and lubricated by the gourd, stretched wide to receive the huge girth of the gourd. By the time nearly 1/3 of the body had been lodged in her ass, Lacey's anus was stretched wider than it ever had been before. Still it spread, more reluctantly now, to take more of the invading vegetable. Suddenly, the gourd pulled itself completely out of Lacey's ass. Her hole, gaping a good four inches, spasmed and drooled yellow liquid, but did not close. Tom, upon seeing this disgustingly delicious display of her well-fucked hole, began immediately to cum all over the porch. Yet Lacey's ordeal was not over. Much as the cucumber had done to her pussy, the gourd began to plunge back into her gaping asshole. When it met with resistance it pulled out again, then forced its way back in. Each stroke pushed the gourd further into her ass, gaping it wider and pushing more air out on the following stroke. Her ass began to make the same disgusting farting noises as her pussy had earlier, although these were increasingly louder and more forceful. Finally, the widest point of the gourd pushed past Lacey's sphincter and buried itself deep in her ass. Although her asshole spasmed, attempting to close around the vine hanging out of her rectum, it was simply too well-stretched. Instead, it gaped open lewdly, spasming occasionally and dribbling yellow goo. The vine around Lacey's waist tilted her back again. The vines around her tits even began to uncoil themselves until they had released her entirely. To Lacey's disappointment, her tits returned to their original state; massive and heavy, but very saggy. Still, her nipples were still propotional and extremely erect. They pointed straight out from her drooping tits, long and fat. Although Lacey could not see it, her clit was nearly the size of her nipples. The assault on her ass and pussy had distracted her from the ministrations on her clit, which had stretched it considerably. It now resembled a small cock, jutting out almost three inches from underneath her hood. Suddenly, out of the soil rose three more vines. On the each end was a soft green bulb, almost like a new tulip. Two rose up to Lacey's long nipples and opened wide enough to engulf them. The other enclosed itself completely over her long, fat clit. All three began to suck--hard. At first, Lacey squealed in surprise and pleasure; the sensation was extremely pleasant. At length, however, she began to notice a change in the fat, heavy orbs--they were slowly shrinking. In fact, she noticed a tiny stream of white liquid escape one of the bulbs and run down the curve of her tit. They were sucking the milk out of her! Lacey (and her neighbor) watched in horror as her tits shrunk from GGs down to C cups, then at last to Bs. At this point the bulbs released her nipples. They were still long, but now they drooped from less than a handful of flesh. Even as Lacey watched, they spasmed and squirted out a thick stream of milk, shrinking her once-massive tits down to an A-cup. She was so horrified that she barely noticed as the gourd in her ass began to slide out, stretching her anus once more to expel the massive body. The gaping hole was immediately plugged by one of the bulbs, which expelled the milk it had swallowed into her anal passage. Lacey found this very soothing, especially when the first bulb had finished and the second forced its load inside her. It remained inside her ass even after it had finished pumping her full of breastmilk; the bulb acted like a plug, sealing the milk enema inside Lacey's bowels. The first bulb quickly returned to Lacey's right nipple, engulfing it once more. Lacey gasped, waiting in terror for her breasts to become concave, when she felt a different sensation. This one was slightly painful, but there was no sucking--instead, it felt as though the bulb was injecting something into her nipple. Her tit began to grow, slowly at first, then faster and faster, ballooning out past the DDs she had graduated from high school with, the FFs she had made her way through college with, and finally surpassing even the GGs she had until quite recently cherished. Finally the bulb released her nipple, which dripped with a strange green liquid. Her enormous breasts normally would have drooped quite low on her chest, but to Lacey's surprise, this new one remained suspended, perky and round. The nipple, now three inches long and as thick as a quarter, stuck straight out from her huge jug, rock hard and bright red. Lacey looked from her one massive breast to her almost completely flat one, feeling a wave of embarrassment and shame wash over her. It did not last long, however; the bulb quickly enclosed over the long, drooping teat and began to pump the same greenish liquid into it until it ballooned out to the same monstrous size as the first one. The bulb released the aching nipple and slapped Lacey's left breast. She watched with joy as the massive jugs bounced and jiggled against one another, the twin stiff nipples waving wildly in the air. Her neighbor, having watched the bizarre event through his binoculars, was beginning to stroke his hardening cock once more at the sight of Lacey's fantastic breasts. Suddenly Lacey was tipped over until her head pointed downwards and her ass was up in the air. Her balloon-like tits flopped down almost painfully into her face, but Lacey was far too distacted by the sudden sensation in her bowels to pay much attention to them. The bulb that had lodged itself into her rectum now abruptly removed itself. Moments later, milk spurted like a geyser from Lacey's loose anus. It sprayed straight up in the air, then came splashing down over her ass, running down her back and pussy until her entire body was covered in warm, white breastmilk. Intermittant watery farts spewed from Lacey's hole, which made her blush furiously. Fortunately for her, the plant seemed to sense when she was close to shitting, and it righted her long enough to allow each log of shit to pass out of her anus and into the dirt below. Then it would tip her over once more and continue the milk bath. When at last the entire enema had been evacuated from Lacey's bowels, the vine around her waist lowered her carefully to the ground and released her. The vine around her clit unwound itself from the three and a half inch nub, and the cucumber which was still lodged deep in her pussy began slowly to slide out of her. At last, the remaining vines around her wrists, ankles, and head released her, allowing her to collapse to her hands and knees in the mud. She was covered with a combination of breast milk, green liquid which dripped occasionally from her nipples and out of her now-gaping pussy, and yellow lubricant which dribbled from her loose asshole, not to mention pussy juice which flowed rather copiously from between her swollen, tender lips. Lacey collapsed onto her back in the soil, utterly exhausted. She did not struggle when the dirt rose around her in what resembled human hands, grasping her tits and ass and waist, pulling her down into the soil. She felt the soil plunge into her holes as she sank, pumping away at her ass, pussy, and at last her mouth. Her tits were the last to disappear into the soil as it covered her body entirely. Tom, dropping the binoculars and stumbling quickly back into his house, went to jack off in peace, hoping to avoid a similar fate. Although for the rest of his life he would often recall and pleasure himself to the memory of Lacey's bizarre debauchery, he had no intention of himself becoming a plaything of his neighbor's garden. Garden Party --- The early afternoon sun shone down on the large garden, blessing it with unseasonable warmth. Rows of tiny green plants smiled up at Lacey, already showing great promise. Straightening up, she dusted off her hands, admiring her work. It will be a good crop again this year, even without my weekly fertilizations, she mused. Which reminded her--it was just about that time again. Unbuttoning her shorts, she pulled them down and stepped out of them, tossing them aside. She disposed of her shirt with a bit more difficulty, having not yet adapted to her new breasts. She sat down, completely naked, in the dirt, enjoying the warm earth against her already heated pussy. Grasping a nipple in each hand, she began to squeeze and tug on the thick nubs. Presently a thick stream of green liquid began to spray from each nipple, which Lacey directed on to the seedlings in front of her. She was amazed how little her tits deflated now with each feeding--her body must be producing much of the liquid on its own now. Lacey had made sure to consume enough liquid earlier that day that rousing the garden would not be difficult. She began to piss directly into the soil, turning the dirt into a small puddle of mud that squelched up into between her pussy lips and ass crack. The hot stream of urine continued to flow out, even after the sufficient amount had been expelled--Lacey found she loved pissing out of doors, especially naked and exposed as she was now. She released one nipple momentarily to reach down and play with her hardened clit which now extended almost four inches from her hood and was as wide around as a quarter. She wondered briefly, as she always did, how she would explain it to anyone she brought home, but quickly reminded herself that the garden kept her too occupied to have much time for that kind of thing anyway. Besides, she mused, stroking her clit, it certainly has its benefits. Indeed, the touch almost made her cum, so she reluctantly returned to her swollen, impatient nipple. Suddenly she felt something press at the the opening of her cunt. She wriggled a bit to impale herself on the vegetable as it rose up out of the soil and into her warm, wet pussy. This new cucumber was longer and fatter than the one that had first used her, but she welcomed the painful intrusion as it burrowed into her hole; it meant her garden was healthier. Something pressed against her anus, too--Lacey glanced behind her and watched as a short, fat carrot plunged into her asshole. She smiled with pleasure and happiness as the two vegetables began to fuck her. The stream from her nipples was beginning to weaken. She brought each nipple up to her mouth and sucked the remaining liquid out of them, eagerly swallowing the bitter, earthy-tasting substance. Then she got on her hands and knees and braced herself for the viscious fucking she knew she was about to receive, the one that would soon make her pussy squirt its delicious juices all over the soil. Her only function now was to cultivate and fertilize the garden with her body. As the first hot gush of cum spurted out around the pistoning cucumber and splattered into the dirt below, Lacey knew even her amid screams of pleasure that she would never again crave anything else. Garden Party The heat was oppressive. Delilah fanned herself with her hat for a moment before getting up from her knees to go turn on the hose. What did you expect from a gardening business in August in southern Georgia, she asked herself. Turning on the spigot, she dragged the hose back towards the flower bed she'd just planted. She stood for a moment, surveying, nodding in approval. It looked bright and cheerful, which was the client's request. "Well, now," a male voice drawled, "You're too pretty to be doing so much work." She turned, startled, and saw a man leaning against the porch rail. Owner's husband, she thought first. Nah, too young, she corrected herself. He was hot, though. He had dark hair, on the long side, with a curl on his neck that made her sweat. His body was tight, athletic, but not heavily muscled. He wore a tee and jeans, old, worn...God, she was staring. Delilah blushed furiously, searching for something to say to excuse her behavior. "Too much sun," he announced, hopping the rail to the ground and striding towards her. The fluid movement stole whatever response she might have managed. The intent look on his face, the way his long legs ate up the ground had her backing up. Even as he reached her, she took a step back and stepped on her spade. She teetered, gasping in surprise and unconsciously raised the hose - and drenched the front of his shirt. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry," she babbled, even more embarrassed. Not only had she stared at what had to be the owner's son, but she'd gotten him all wet. His green eyes narrowed a moment, then he moved too fast for her to counter. "That's a great idea," he chuckled, grabbing for the hose. He managed to drench the front of her before Delilah grabbed back and a tug-of-hose ensued. It ended with both of them dripping, laughing like loons, her tee and shorts clinging to her body, his jeans dragging with water. "Who are you?" she finally managed, a little out of breath. She watched him bunch and wring the bottom of his tee (and did he have abs!) before he answered. "Alex," he answered, "Aunt Kate owns the house. I'm visiting for the week." She saw the look in his eyes as they swept over her and blushed. "More importantly, who are you?" "Delilah," she murmured, blushing again. He was probably still in college, two or more years younger than her, and had women gathering like flies on honey. To her body, however, age didn't matter and she felt her belly tighten with excitement. The honey thought brought to mind licking and she blushed even deeper. He nodded. "I can see that," he answered with a cocky grin, "You could tame a wild man...or maybe get a little wild with him..." She looked up in surprise and saw how his eyes had darkened, how intent they were on her. "I..." she stepped back, tripped on the hose and would have fallen if he hadn't caught her arm. He stepped closer and she could feel the heat coming off his body. "I'm just here to plant the flowers..." "Sure. And they're pretty," he grinned again, stepping one more step, his body now brushing hers, "But not as pretty as you..." Spring break was turning out to be more interesting than anticipated. She was caught by his stare, the invitation, the heat of her own body, the nearness of his. She tried to collect her thoughts. "That's an old line," she managed. And, delivered with that southern charm, it still made her melt. It made her forget she was wearing damp grubby clothes and probably had dirt on her face. She brushed a hand over her nose, just in case. "How about this, then? I'd love to get you naked in the mud and do some planting of my own," he drawled, his eyes heating, the hand on her arm firming. Her eyes unconsciously dropped and the bulge in his jeans made her mouth dry. She managed a breath - he was close and hot and she could picture it - and her body ached for him. "More original, but unlikely." Owner's nephew, job site, she kept reminding herself. But, God, it had been months and the thought of being fucked out here in the sunshine by this hot guy had her ready to squirm. "Delilah," her name was said with amusement, "If not here, than inside? Or do I have to do the whole dinner and a movie deal?" He actually wanted to have sex with her. She felt her heart race, her belly quiver. And outside. She could see in his eyes that he'd felt her shiver and knew he'd won. "I knew it," he grinned, pulling her flush against his body, "Delilah's got a wild side..." She hesitated a moment to long and he kissed her, hot and hard. She felt her knees go weak and leaned into him as his mouth possessed hers. It had been too long, she thought, wrapping her arms around his neck as she gave in eagerly. Moments later, his hands were on her, tugging away her wet shirt and cupping her bare breasts, his thumbs stroking her aching nipples. "Damn, I love a woman without a bra," he groaned, lowering his head, suckling one nipple into his hot mouth. Her head fell back on a moan. He glanced up with a quick grin, then took her down to the grass. The hose had stayed on, so there was mud. And, in seconds, he'd tugged away her shorts, panties, so she was naked. She writhed, moaning and panting, as his hands and mouth streaked over her, from her tight, aching breasts down to the swollen wet center of her, as he parted her thighs, fastened his mouth over her pussy and sucked like an animal, grunting, slurping. She was sweaty, salty, earthy, then, as he found her center and tasted her, sweeter than honey. Greedy, he focused there, thrusting his tongue against her quivering hole, sucking her swollen flesh. He'd never had sex outside like this, the sun beating hot on his back, the smell of dirt mixing with the scent of woman. More, he thought, I want more. Delilah bucked, panting, as his mouth plundered, as her body tightened and heated until she couldn't stand the pressure. "Please..." she sobbed, bowing up. Her hands slapped the ground, fisted in the wet grass, slipped on the mud as she twisted in pleasure. One deep suck and she was flying free, her body shuddering and trembling as she came hard. Now, was all he could think as he stripped away his tee, struggled out of his wet jeans. She lay naked and spent beneath him, her golden skin flushed, damp, streaked here and there with mud and grass. He imagined Eve in the Garden after their eyes were opened. God, he wanted her now. His hands grasped her hips, his knees nudging her legs apart. Her eyes were half-closed, the blue dark and stormy as she looked up at him, her lips in a small smile. Now. She almost screamed when he plunged into her, his thick cock stretching her wide, invading her with hot, throbbing flesh. He groaned, humping his hips against hers to work his final inch inside her, to stuff her pussy full. She was tight, searing hot, and perfect as he drew back a moment, then thrust deep again. His hands fisted in the muddy grass beside hers as he began to move. Yes, she moaned, his cock ramming into her. It was so primal, the grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh, the slurp of sex, the smell of dirt, the feel of hot summer sun. She'd never imagined...God, she moaned again, managing to grab his arm with one hand as he increased his thrusting. One of his legs lifted hers, spread her wider, opened her to allow him to thrust at a new angle. Her moans changed to animal cries as he bent over her, thrusting. He'd been right, he thought through the haze of lust and pleasure, his hips moving like pistons as he fucked her. He'd seen her kneeling in the grass and known he'd enjoy her. Her body was lithe, hot, incredible. She was passionate, even now begging him for more. He felt his balls clench as he managed to grab her hips, to tilt her up and hammer down into her deepest core. Her legs wrapped his hips, her body curled so he almost squatted above her, but his rhythm never slowed. The angle brought him to that secret spot, an endless stroking against her hidden nerve endings, driving her mad with need. She sobbed out a plea for more, clung to him, as he panted above her. Alex thought he was swelling or maybe she was tightening - neither knew or cared. All he knew was he had to drive harder to bury himself, that he felt more and more friction with each stroke. He needed to thrust faster; she arched her hips to take more. Then... They came together, crying out, convulsing, as his cock erupted deep inside her body. Waves of release swept through them, his seed spurting again and again, her inner muscles milking every drop with greedy spasms. Hands grasped and clung. Mouths fused, the heat passing from one to the other and back. Bucking, straining, they paused...and collapsed in a wet muddy heap. What had she done, she thought, staring up at the blue sky, her body still vibrating from wild sex. But, God, he'd felt so good. When could he do it again, he thought, nuzzling her neck, licking and nibbling her bare skin, feeling the hot sun on his bare ass, his body more energized then spent. "I can't...I've got to...," she managed to squeeze out from under him, stunned, a bit embarrassed. Sex, in a yard, on the job, with a stranger....she started to crawl towards her clothes. Alex saw that tight little ass, pink and a little muddy, and grinned. "Not so fast, lady," he growled, reaching for her. He caught her hip and, even as she reared up and turned, he was covering her, mounting her. "What? I need to..." It dissolved on a moan as he slid his cock, hardened again, deep into her wet pussy. She was soft and sensitive and came almost instantly as he began to thrust into her from behind, groaning in pleasure. It was even more incredible...he groaned at the delicious sensations. Her pussy rippled around his cock every time he filled her. She was so slick, the thrusting was effortless and the slurp of fucking her only adding to the experience. She was under him like a dog - his bitch in heat - and he felt himself swell more with the image. "More," he growled, his cock plunging eagerly, "I want more." She couldn't believe - he was relentless, in and out, in and out, the stroking sending shocks through her system. She rocked back against him, urging him faster, panting and groaning. Her fingers tore at the grass as she closed her eyes, tilting her hips to guide him to that tender spot. His fingers dug into her hips as he drove as hard and as deep as he could and struck gold. She clamped tight around him with a cry. He exploded with a roar. She shuddered with the rush of wet heat. He emptied his seed into her in a flood. They slowly parted on a sigh and lay, naked and sated, in the sunny grass. Then they looked up to find an audience of one, an older man leaning against the side of the house. "Hey, Uncle Trent," Alex managed with a cocky grin, "Want to play along?" Delilah fumbled for her clothes as Alex rolled up to sit indian-style on the grass, completely naked, but grinning anyway. She was embarrassed to be caught, terrified it would effect the job and the payment she needed to make her mortgage, stunned her own willing participation but surprisingly not ashamed. "You two better come inside and get cleaned up before Katie gets home," the older man said with a sigh, but the edge of a laugh in his voice. He climbed the stairs to the deck and disappeared inside. Alex got to his feet, offering a hand to Delilah. "Want to share a shower, pretty lady?" he laughed. "You can't be serious," she hesitated, looking at the mud on her wet skin, looking at her damp dirty clothes. A shower would be a good idea. She glanced over at him, saw his cock was already responding. "God, you're an animal," she said. Alex grinned again. "And you love it," he laughed. He picked up the hose and held it over his head, dowsing himself with water. He cocked his head at her and gave her a raised brow. With a smile of her own, she stepped forward and slid her body over his, the water spilling over their nakedness as she kissed him. "See...Delilah the Wild," he murmured. Garden Party What is it about cock? Ever since Alex reawakened my lust for it, I couldn't get enough, and, lately, it seemed like every guy felt the same. I was always pee shy. If there was someone else in the restroom I just couldn't go, and all because I was stifling my desire for cock. "What if he looks at my dick? What if I look at his?" I was always so worried. Well, the answer was, if he looks at my dick, he probably wants to suck it, and, if I look at his, it means the same. I began to see horny guys everywhere, to watch if they're gaze went to my crotch or if they followed my eyes to theirs. I focused in on the slightest brush of a hand across a bulge, the eye contact that said "Follow me." There was the dapper old gent at the mall who bought me lunch after I blew him in the department store stall. Then there was the bear at the hardware store who plowed my ass in his van in the middle of the day while mommies with their carts from the big box store walked by yelling at their kids. There was the clerk at the grocery store who followed me into the men's room and sucked my cock. All those years of hiding what I wanted when there was a world just full of it waiting. Which brings me to Justin. I used to think it was a curse to be bi and married, but now I realize it's an opportunity. My wife's cousin had gotten engaged and we were invited to a garden party to meet the news. Whee! I get to burn off a Saturday talking to people I don't know about something I don't care much about. I thought of all the mischief I could get up to if my wife would only go by herself. No such luck. As soon as we got the party, my wife got sucked into the world of women – what's the dress look like, what are your colors, etc. I went off in search of food and beer. I was just putting together a burger when he came out with more platters. "You've got to try this," he said as he set down a bowl of coleslaw. Then, pointing to the barbecue, "This, plus that equals heaven." "I could make a joke about a mouthful of pulled pork, but that wouldn't be right. I'm Jackie," I said. "Justin," he said laughing. He was the groom's brother. About 25, tall and lanky with deep set blue eyes over angular cheeks, topped with reddish blonde hair. I was looking at his hair and imagining what the thatch around his cock looked like, which made my cock stiffen in my jeans. I started to lower my plate to hide it. "What if he sees me getting hard?" I thought, and tried to will it to go down, but every time he laughed, his eyes lit up, and I just got harder. "Have I learned nothing?" I thought again. I let myself enjoy my erection, pushing my hips slightly forward to accentuate my bulge, daring Justin to look. I caught him glancing down furtively, which made me harder still. He said he hated weddings. I said, "What's not to like? Free booze, horny bridesmaids..." I held up my ring finger, "Of course, that's all over for me, but there's nothing to stop you." He was silent for a moment, then changed the subject. "Have you had a tour of the house?" I followed him into the house, my eyes on his tight ass and lean, but muscular legs. I thought about him leaning against a wall with his shorts at his ankles as I snaked my tongue deep inside his hole. I thought about his strong hands holding my head as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I must have been daydreaming, because he stopped short and I ran into him, knocking us both down in a comical tangle. As he hit the floor, my straining cock pushed right against his ass. I rolled off and tried to right myself as he rolled the other way. I reached out to steady myself and my hand fell squarely in his crotch. He was hard. We sat up, each against a different wall, and laughed. "Sorry about that." I said, "I don't know what I was thinking." Looking across at him, I could see the head of his hard cock as it tented the leg of his shorts. He reached down and stroked it through the fabric as he looked straight into my eyes. I stroked my own bulge and parted my lips slightly. He reached a hand to me and pulled me up. "Come on," he said as he adjusted his shorts and walked down the hall. I followed. He led me to his bedroom and closed the door behind us. I stood there, waiting to follow his lead. He began rubbing his cock through his shorts again, so I did the same. We gazed into each other's eyes and stroked, letting the lust wash over us, not hiding anything anymore. I stepped forward and, pushing his hand away, squeezed his dick. His breath drew in sharply as I began to rub small circles punctuated with rough squeezes. I knelt down and lifted the leg of his shorts, uncovering the head of his hard cock. I licked the underside and sucked his helmet into my mouth, swirling my tongue across and around it. I reached in through his other pant leg to stroke and pull on his balls as I slowly took more and more of him into my mouth. He started to moan softly as I worked over his member. He tasted slightly salty from sweat and his musk was intoxicating. I unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down, then leaned back to take him all in. His thatch was just what I imagined, short, but not shaved, and the same reddish blonde as his hair. His cut cock looked to be about 8 inches, but seemed longer jutting out from his lanky frame. His large balls dangled deliciously, with one slightly lower than the other. A drop of precum oozed out and I quickly lapped it up. I looked up into his eyes. They were ablaze. I put his cock back into my mouth and slid it slowly down my throat until my nose was resting against his beautiful, wiry pubes. I held him there for a minute or so, working his shaft with my tongue, then slid up slowly, popping his head out. As his cock dangled and bobbed, I licked and nibbled at the shaft and head, the gently sucked his lower testicle while working his iron-hard cock with my hand. With my other hand, I unbuttoned my jeans to free my own throbbing rod and jacked it as I returned to sucking Justin deeply down my throat. I quickened my pace, wild with lust for this young man's organ. He began to groan and hiss as I fucked him with my mouth. Precum dripped from my cock, making me slick. He placed his hands on my head and started thrusting urgently. I got even harder as I anticipated his eruption. With a final lunge, he drove deep into my throat and started spraying. I pulled back so I could feel each jet of hot cum splashing into my mouth. Three! Four! Five! SIX steaming ropes of cum flooded my mouth. I started swallowing, but it was too late. His seed gushed past my lips and seeped down my chin. I wiped it up and smeared it on the head of his cock, then took his length down my throat as I savored his juice. He was just starting to work on me when we heard people coming down the hall. We quickly zipped up and headed back to the party. Garden Party Ch. 2 Our garden grows on with the special love and attention Karen has given it, when we went on vacation Bill the neighbor quickly offered to water it for us. Bill and Wanda had moved in several years ago and we had become fast friends, Bill was retired at sixty, and Wanda was fifteen years his junior and worked in town. She is pretty close to Karen and my age, so a natural friendship bond has formed. The way Bill volunteered I'm sure he has enjoyed the weed pulling entertainment as much as I have (see Garden Party). And he did water it well, but after two weeks it was full of weeds. I went off to work that night hoping to get up in time to see her "show" I was sure Bill would be there too, I couldn't prove it but I'd bet he planted weeds while we were gone. I slept lousy the next day, every noise I woke up to see if she was weeding yet, until finally she sent the kids to Grandma's and headed out to her garden. I slipped upstairs to watch her, diligently she tackled her objective the July heat was well into the nineties closing in on a hundred as she worked her way across the garden the sweat loading down her white tank top. Until at last the moment I had waited for Karen sat back and lifted her shirt to wipe the sweat off her face, exposing her 42DD breasts to the world, and as I expected to Bill our neighbor. Now Karen's breasts are large round and have dropped a bit since college but she is still something to look at. And Bill had taken his spot behind the back deck at his house, but as the corn grew in the garden it was impeding his view. He was stretched out past the end of his deck in almost plain site and he knew it. "You horny old bastard now what are you going to do?" I thought to myself. Then I grabbed a drink and slipped out to the garage for my binoculars and a better view. Bill nearly got caught a couple times and the fourth time she removed her shirt and wiped off her entire upper torso he laid on the grass not moving for nearly two minutes while she studied the figure on the ground a hundred yards away. What would she do if she figured out it was Bill? Would she run screaming? just run? or ignore him? Finally she put her shirt on, gave the figure lying on the ground a glance over her shoulder and went back to work. Bill pulled himself back to the shelter of his deck, looking frustrated; it was exciting to watch this man as he tried to watch my wife. As I've said before our house is out in the country, and I have planted trees around much of it so the only place you can really see into our back yard and garden is from the neighbor's and the corn now blocks much of that view. Karen worked her way back to the end of the garden and looked to where Bill had been lying and smiled, the body was no longer lying there, she had seen him. Quickly she acted as if nothing had happened lifting her shirt to wipe the sweat revealing those magnificent breasts. Bill looked from his "safe" location hardly able to see until, and I couldn't believe it, she stood up and removed her shirt. She had to know Bill was watching, then she walked to where he had a clear view and hung it on the fence. Then arching like a cat, her breasts thrust out in his direction, did a couple leg stretches and went back to work topless. Now topless from my vantagepoint was great, but from where Bill was it just drove him nuts being unable to see. Then he disappeared around his house, I watched to see if he would return. Karen and I both heard the lawn mower at the same time, she just sort of sat up and tried to see through the corn to the corner of Bills house, as he rode around the corner mowing his lawn naked as a jay bird. Wearing only his hat and sandals, trying to watch where he was mowing and yet watching Karen as she brazenly walked to the fence leaving her shirt where it hung. The pole fence around our yard was the perfect gossip fence that let you put one foot on the bottom rail and lean on the top rail. She put her foot up then leaned onto the fence placing her breasts over the top rail as Bill came to a stop shutting down the mower in front of her, his erection growing as he looked at her. I quietly slid the window open to hear their conversation. "Well that's an interesting way to mow a lawn," Karen coyly said. Now for 60 Bill is in good shape, graying a bit on his chest and around the thick dick that stuck out straight as an arrow at Karen. "I've been watching you pull weeds, thought this was how you do it" he replied as he stepped off the riding mower his thick cock pointing right at Karen. He walked up to the fence placing his hands inches from her inviting breasts. She threw a glance towards the house; "good" I thought at least she thinks of me. "I never really got to thank you for watering the garden" Karen smiled at him dropping her hand over the fence brushing his stiffening rod with her fingertips. "You know how attached I am to it" her fingers delicately teasing his eight-inch cock as it reddened and edged toward her hand. "What would Wanda say?" she asked as wrapped her hand around and started stroking with an even rhythm. His left hand slid down the pole where he could tease her right nipple, moving his body with her stroking, he chuckled leaned in and kissed her. "Don't worry, she knows what I'm doing" he said as he leaned down and kissed her left nipple. She stopped for a second not letting go but not going on, looking at their house then back to where I was suppose to be sleeping. From the garage I was going wild, we hadn't been with anyone else since we were kids, then only our closest friends from college. Would my wife have sex with the neighbor, she already was working him up with a hand job. Bill released her breasts and grabbed the top rail, Karen's hands were working magic on him, and he had to hold on, his eyes closed and his dazed look made a jealous twinge run down my back. Karen looked towards our house again then at Bill's, I saw something or someone move in a window at their house; it appeared that Wanda was watching. Karen dropped down taking Bill deep into her mouth lubricating him with her saliva then increased her hand speed slipping him into her mouth as she stroked him. He came in her mouth then pulled out squirting across her face, she pulled him close tit fucking him with her large breasts as he finished, his cum splashing across her breasts. "Maybe more later" she kissed him and said "now go home to your wife" she smacked his bare ass as he got back on the lawn mower and drove away. She washed her breasts off with the hose, and headed for the garage cutting off my escape route to the house. I looked for some excuse to be in the garage, what should my reaction be? She walked through the door with her shirt still in her hand and her large nipples hard from the cold water. Karen was startled at first upon seeing me, but she keyed in on my sweat pants they were tent poled having watched the show she had put on. "So" she stared deep into my eyes and came close to me, "you like watching?" she pushed her wet breasts into me and slipped her hand in my pants. "Bill likes to watch too, did you see the reward I gave him for watching the garden?" her hand was slowly stroking my balls, as I grunted an affirmative noise in her direction. She pushed me back into my workbench pulling my sweats to my knees; she dropped down and started titty fucking me with her magnificent breasts, God how I love that, "so you won't mind if we get closer to Bill and Wanda?" "Oh yes!" I replied as she took me deep in her mouth, relieving the building pressure in my testicles and taking every drop down. As I calmed down from one of her fantastic blowjobs, I wondered what could happen next in this sleepy little neighborhood, but I knew things were gonna change. Karen hugged me and told me to go get some sleep. She would wake me soon, her wink told me I was going to enjoy waking up. But that's another story. Garden Party Ch. 3 The summer had been progressing fairly interestingly with Karen, my wife of twenty years, putting on quite a show for the neighbor and I. Then giving Bill his little reward for taking care of the garden, I wondered just where this was going, and how far (see Garden Party & GP2). A few days after watching Karen give Bill, the neighbor, a blowjob out by the garden fence, she took the kids to her mothers house for an extended stay. Since the trip took a couple days I was left home alone to mind the fort and the garden. Well I've said before and I'll say it again, "I AM NOT A GARDENER" but I do like the veggies, their taste is beyond belief. So my job when Karen leaves is to keep it watered and pick the produce when their ready, and of course eat them. And this I do with out fail, often times finding more produce than I will use myself, the extras go to neighbors or coworkers. That evening I picked quite a batch of squash and tomatoes, and I bagged up a bunch and took them over to Bill and Wanda's place. Since no one answered my knock at the back door I just hung them on the doorknob and wandered back home. Now as I say the garden is not my place to play, my garage/shop is. I love working with wood and have built several pieces of furniture, the house we live in and many other things. Currently I've been getting into woodcarvings, horses, cowboys, hippies; I even built an angel. I was lining out my next project, a nude lady inspired by my busty wife, when the phone rang. "I see the crops come in!" was the answer after my hello, Bill was a friendly guy who had retired a couple years ago and moved in next door. He seemed to have done well for himself, including a wife about 15 or 20 years his junior; Wanda could almost be Karen's older sister. She is about 45, with mid length blonde hair, built well, with I would guess a 38-inch bust, and she's a bit smaller than Karen is, but equally attractive. "Mamma says you got to come to dinner since you supplied most of it." "OK old man, but I'm working in the shop just give me a holler, and I'll be right over. Or better yet come over and we'll grab a beer." I hung up the phone and went to the fridge; I kept it stocked with several brands of beer, some micro brews, domestic and a few imports. I grabbed a Bud and popped the top, and went back to cutting out the rough draft of my wooden lady. When I finished with the power saw and was sweating, it has been a long hot summer, and the garage was a bit cooler than outside but still. I sucked on my beer and grabbed a rasp and started peeling the wood down and rounding it off. As I polished off my beer I heard "you ready for another one?" I turned to see Wanda standing at the fridge, with a beer in each hand, dressed in a denim bib overall dress, you know one of those with the straps. She appeared to be wearing little or nothing else, but then as I said it was hot outside. In order to hand me the cold sweating beer she leaned over farther than she had to showing ample cleavage, and leaving know doubt there was nothing extra covering her milky white breasts. Her tan lines were a vivid contrast from a smooth tan to dazzling white, the bikini she had worn for this tan was small, leaving a stripe over each shoulder, and the top of a white triangle just peeking out over the rough denim and her nipples were barely covered. In fact the straps on the dress looked as though the would bust open at any moment, she smiled as I took the beer, "Karen said you'd like em." I swallowed hard, and tried to sound cool as I stammered to her "T-they la look ga ga good from here" taking another hard drink from my beer. "Here's a better look, you do like to look don't you?" she reached up unsnapping the buckles on both sides. Then shaking her bust just a bit the top folded over to her waist, and their in front of my grateful eyes were a perfect set of breasts, round and full, with no sage at all, incredible on a forty five year old woman. " Their MAGNIFICENT!" I exclaimed as she casually wiped the cold sweat off her beer across her nipples bringing both to life. "They ought to be, Bill paid plenty for them!" The aureoles were dark red, and the nipples stuck out half an inch, she advanced towards me. "Feel them, your gonna love em" with each step she unsnapped a button on either side of her dress, four in all. Her fifth step found her dress on the floor, she hesitated just long enough for me to take in her full beauty and then she was pressed against my hairy chest. Her hand fumbled with my zipper releasing my stiffening cock as she pushed me back against the workbench with a passionate kiss. As my pants hit the floor my cock was coming to attention, she went to her knees deep throating my pulsing member. Her mouth was so hot; her style was amazing it was as if her throat was closing around my cock like a python pulling me farther in. I came to full size and she released her hold and came up kissing me deeply rubbing her wet patch over the end of my aching member. I lifted her at the waist and buried my face into her magnificent breasts as I lowered her, sliding deep inside her. Her hips ground hard, thank god the workbench was solid because we put it through a work out clearing off the top with our bodies. I'm not sure how she faired, but I ended up with a sliver or two. She slammed up and down hard on me her breasts trading places in my mouth when she came hard, the fluids much more than Karen ever put out brought me to the peak and beyond. I pulled her down hard and came deep inside her. Wanda slipped off my wilting dick, took it in her mouth sucking the last of the cum from it, and sending shivers down my spine, then kissing me again she looked at the clock. "Dinner is in ten minutes" she smiled and threw her dress over her shoulder picked up her beer and walked out the door buck-naked. She looked as magnificent going as she had coming. I watched her as she walked back to her house and I knew why the old dog had married her, WOW, then it dawned on me… what she said when I first say her tits "Karen said you'd like em." Where was this summer going? Bill opened the door for her and patted her ass as she went in, I blinked twice then pulled on my pants and shirt grabbed a six pack and went to dinner. Yeah it was getting to be an interesting summer around here.