3 comments/ 80647 views/ 7 favorites Lawn Service By: throatj0b It had been years since I had any sex. I was divorced and raising three kids which left me with little time for anything else. To tell the truth I was so preoccupied with my kids that I never really thought much about a relationship or sex. When I finally got my last kid out of school and off to college it was the first time in many, many years that my time and my life were my own. It wasn't until one lazy Saturday afternoon that I first took notice of how long it had been since I had a good fuckin. I was on the couch reading one of my many romance novels and found myself highly aroused by one of the sex scenes from the book. My mind started to wonder as I tried to recall the last time I had had sex. It had been at least five or six years ago, with my ex-husband, and it wasn't very satisfying as I remembered. So here I find myself, a 46 year old woman, horny as an 18 year old with no man or hint of a relationship. Weeks and months had gone by since I had come to grips with my sexual deprivation. My horniness had reach new heights and I found myself masturbating 2 or 3 times every evening after work. That had gotten old after a few weeks and it became evident to me that I needed something hard up my hungry cunt. I'd never been one to go out to bars and, even if I was, I wasn't the type to just jump in bed with a guy. At the same time I really didn't want a relationship I was enjoying my freedom. What I needed was a friend with benefits and no strings. Someone that I was comfortable with that would come by occasionally and give my pussy a good pounding. My only dilemma was that I had no idea were I would find that person. There's nothing but females in my office at work and that was pretty much my only circle of friends. It was very early one Saturday morning when the answer to my horniness arrived, and I cursed myself for not thinking of it months ago. I was awakened by the sound of a lawn mower by my bedroom window. It was Hector, my lawn serviceman, he's been doing my lawn ever since I was divorced and we have developed a very friendly relationship. Hector is Hispanic in his late 30s and fairly good-looking. I've always thought he was cute but never gave any thought to him in a sexual way. I peaked out my window and saw that he was about halfway finished with the front yard. I smiled as I watched him and thought to myself that he has no idea what he's gotten himself into this morning. I only had on a long T-Shirt that just did reach the top of my thighs, that's usually all I sleep in. I waited until I heard the mower in the back yard and I grabbed my water bucket and proceeded out on the patio supposedly to water my plants. It was a pretty cool morning and I could feel my nipples stiffen as the morning breeze cut through my skimpy t-shirt. I waved at Hector as he pushed the mower towards my direction. He smiled and gave a waved and nod. I waited until he was a bit closer and I reached up in an attempt take one of my plants down from the hook. Knowing full well that my ass would be exposed to Hectors full view. I heard the mower shut off and before I knew it Hector had come up behind me. "Do you need help with that?" he asked. I had already gotten the plant down and reply to him that "I think I got it". I never turned to look at him, but I bent over to put the plant on the ground which I knew would give him a birds eye view of my dripping wet cunt. I finally turn my head around to look at Hector, still bent over, I asked "Can you give me a hand here Hector?" I heard him say "I can do better than that" and the next thing I knew I was experiencing sensations I had never felt before. Hector had his face buried between my cheeks and his hot tongue was sending chills throughout my body. I was panting and calling God and was obviously getting loud because Hector suggested we go inside before we alert the neighbors. We had only gotten to the kitchen when Hector bent me over the table and continued with his magic tongue. I was bucking and pushing my ass into his face. Hector did something that I had never had done and never even thought about. I felt him rubbing a finger over my asshole and in an instant he had it in my ass. It hurt for a minute but soon became more pleasant and made me even hotter. It wasn't long until I was begging him to fuck my ass. Hector finally came up for air and his face literally looked like a glazed donut and rightfully so, because I had had several orgasms from his tongue-lashing. I was still stretched out across the table when Hector came around to face me. The bulge in his pants looked painfully huge. I immediately reached out to feel it, it had been so long since I had a cock in my hand. I fumbled around with his zipper, eager and nervous about getting at his cock. Finally Hector helped me out and undid his pants. I reached in and pulled out a beautiful piece of meat, at least 7 inches and thick as a cucumber. In all my years of marriage I had never indulged in oral sex, and until this day no one had ever taken a tongue to my pussy. Somehow at this moment it seemed so right, my mouth watered and I lusted to taste this big cock. As natural as a porn star, I ran my tongue up and down that veiny shaft. Hector proceeded to drop his pants and underwear giving me full access to all his goods. The aroma of his sweaty balls only added to my arousal. I began to hungrily lick and suck his balls, as if I had been doing it for years. It had been so long since I had a cock, I want to savor everything about it. The feel, the smell, and of course the taste. I took his cock deep down my throat; it fit so perfectly and felt so good; as if it belonged there. I could feel his dickhead throbbin as I sucked, licked, and deep throated his cock. All I could think of at that time was tasting his cum, I wanted it bad and I was willing to work for it. It wasn't long until Hector had my head in his hands and was driving his cock down my throat. His balls were slapping against my chin and my nose was buried in his pubes with each thrust. With one last powerful thrust he held my head tightly as I squeezed his dickhead with my throat, and WOW. I felt a blast of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by what felt like a small gusher. I swallowed all that he gave me and licked him clean. Hector went out and finished mowing the lawn and I prepared us some breakfast. We ate, took a shower together and Hector spent the rest of the day giving my pussy the thorough fuckin that it so badly needed and introducing me to the joys of cocksucking and the pleasures of anal sex. Hector was just what I needed and from then on the lawn wouldn't be all that he'd service. Lawn Service You have the best looking lawn in the neighborhood. It may have something to do with the frequency that the young man who comes to mow, weed and fertilize. You love his strong muscular body, sweating in the sun as he works. And I'm sure he loves how you're always half dressed as you clean your husbands house. The look on his face was priceless the first time you offered him a drink of water in just your nightshirt. He tried to be polite as he stared at your cleavage, but he could barely stammer a 'yes ma'am' to your offer. Your large nipples were clearly showing through the short white shirt. The poor young man, so wanted to bury his face between your breasts and suckle you all day. And when you dropped the mail by "accident", he watched the neck of your shirt swing open as you bent down, revealing both breasts, nipples and all. He knelt to help, ever the gentleman, but this only enhanced the view. He could not only see both breasts as the shirt hung open, but could see between to your smooth tummy and panty clad pussy. Your white panties are almost shear, and when stretched tight, do nothing to hide the full lips of your pussy. You see him staring, mouth open, and you smile. Your eyes meet his as he stammers another sorry ma'am, before standing. You look up at him, still on your knees, and notice his bulge. You wonder what he has under the hood. Mmmm. You smile as you stand, and wink and slowly walk back inside, feeling his eyes on your ass as you sway seductively with every step. Inside, you decide a show is in order. You open the curtains to the master bedroom on the first floor and wait for him to start working on the hedges by the window before undressing completely. You stand with your back to the window, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples knowing full well he can see you. You find it so exciting that your actions turn him on so. You climb into bed, spread your thighs wide, and lean back. Your fingers slowly explore your inner thighs and upward to you swollen pussy lips. Your finger slowly parts them, feeling the wetness between, sliding easily to your clit, before rubbing it in slow circles with the finger tip. You can see him linger on that same bush by the window. Time to turn up the heat. You reach to the bedside drawer to retrieve your 8 inch silver vibrator. You hold it up and turn it on before touching the tip to your clit. Oh my, it feels wonderful. You close your eyes, arch your back, and slowly insert it into your juicy pussy. The pulsing vibration has an immediate effect as it slowly slides in. Your feel your pussy tingle, and then your legs tremble, toes curling, before you rapidly lose control, body bucking wildly and you cry out in pleasure. When you return to consciousness, you look up, meet his eyes and smile. Flustered, he quickly resumes working. At this point you realize that the poor man needs some relief and you quickly devise a plan. Withdrawing the warm vibrator from your still hungry body, you turn it off and set it on the dresser in clear view, before throwing just your nightshirt back on, and walking to the kitchen, and then outside. "Excuse me," you call to him. "Would you be a dear, and help me with something?" you smile. He responds, "Yes ma'am," and hurries to your aid, trying to hide his bulging cock, while following you inside. In your bedroom with the scent of your pleasure still in the air, he quickly surveys the wet vibrator on your dresser. "My ceiling light went out and I just can't seem to reach this here light bulb." Your shirt rides up as you reach over your head, revealing your bare ass and then your dripping pussy as your turn. Taking your less than subtle clues he says, "Let me help you with that," and standing close, reaches up to unscrew the bulb. Your hands touch, then his body presses close to yours, and he wraps his arm around you. You smile as you push your bare bum against his very firm bulge. He raises your shirt and cups your breast with one hand, gently lifting and squeezing, while is other hand runs down your tummy, playfully toying with the short hair over your pussy before slowly sliding over your clit, parting your wet lips, and sinking into your pussy. You moan at his touch and shudder as you feel his bulging cock thrusting against you. You must have his cock now! You reach back and feel its hardness through his pants. You frantically fumble with his belt and zipper until you release his cock from them, and firmly close your fingers around the thick shaft and stroke. It feels so hard and is slippery from pre-cum. Suddenly he lifts you with both arms, finger still deep inside, as he carries you to the bed where he lays you face down, bent over the edge, feet on the floor. At this point you realize that you are no longer in control. You are about to be fucked by another man! You feel the head of his cock press against your pussy lips, slowly parting them. Wait, no! You try to cry out but only a loud moan comes out as you feel his cock slowly enter, sliding deeper and deeper. Your body betrays you by the pleasure it feels. His cock deep, the quiver in your legs builds quickly to a shake before they give out completely. Your pussy grabs at his hard cock on its own squeezing tight and releasing in rapid succession. You hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation. Then as he slowly slides his rigid shaft outward until the head rests just inside, only to return in a long slow thrust, the waves of pleasure crash through your body. Your body bucks violently and clenches at his cock trying to keep it buried deep, all while he continues his long slow plunges into you. Lost in your pleasure, unaware of past or future, you fuck like an animal, thrusting back violently, impaling yourself on this beautiful cock. Time does not exist as the waves of pleasure contiue to crash through your body. Your orgasms usually only last two minutes or so, but this was much longer. You open your eyes, still breathing hard, heart pounding, only realize he is still fucking you, only faster now. You feel him squeeze your ass and part your cheeks, before touching your puckered bum opening with his thumb. Oh. Unsure, you squeeze tight, as you consider the uniqueness of the sensation. However, this has the effect of tightening your pussy around his cock. Oh fuck, you feel the familiar tightness of your next orgasm building and you know there is no stopping it now. You feel his thumb press into you, overcoming your reluctance. Oh god here it comes. The sensation explodes from your clit, spreading outward, consuming you in wild spasms, as you cry out, unintelligible. Your contractions squeeze both his cock and thumb in unison. It feels so wonderful as he rapidly rams his cock deep in and out of you, thumb deep in your ass. Oh fuck, more! At that point, your body dancing wildly in a fit of contractions, he thrusts his cock to the hilt and pauses. It is so hard, you know he is about to cum, you can feel the base of it twitch against your lips. You continue to cum, your pussy milks his cock, urging him to explode inside you. You feel his thumb slide from your ass quickly as he grabs both your hips and pulls you tight, cock deeper still, he grunts, you feel his cock spasm, knowing he is starting to erupt deep inside your pussy. Too late, he slides out quickly, his second spasm spurts cum against your pussy, and the third arcs cum over you ass and back. You continue to squirm and shake in pleasure until you pass out. You slowly wake to the sound of the mower. Still sprawled across your bed, you smile as you remember your steamy encounter. But then you wonder: did it really happen or was it all in your head. Still naked, you walk to the kitchen door and silently watch him work. When he looks up and sees you standing there, he gives you a big grin and waves, happily mowing your lawn. It's no wonder you have the best looking lawn on the street! Lawn Service Ch. 02 My sex life had taken a 180-degree turn since that day Hector, my 'lawn service' man, had given me that much needed fucking. Years of bottled up horniness crept to the surface, and an insatiable appetite for cock had developed. It had been six months since that glorious day. By Hector being married we were only able to meet on the days that he did the lawn. But like clockwork he would come by, do the lawn, and afterwards we would spend hours fucking like rabbits. My homely bedside manner slowly began to dwindle, replaced by a newfound infatuation for cock. I had grown to love the feel; smell; and of course the taste of Hectors hot cum dripping cock. We made the best of time we had together. Whether riding, sucking, or taking it up the ass, I would be mounted to Hectors cock for hours, milking it for all the cum it would give. I often felt sorry for Hector, because the harder he pounded my ass the hornier I became. The innocent, sheltered little Linda was breaking out of her shell and enjoying some of the best sex of her life. Thanks to Hector, I had been transformed from a June Cleaver, to a Vanessa Del-Rio and I loved it. I had managed to maintain a low profile and preserve my innocent image in the community and on my job. Not even my closest relatives knew about Hector and I, or about my lust for cock. Eventually, but not surprising to either Hector or I, my sex drive outgrew Hectors bi-monthly visits. We both agreed that I needed find a way to get more cock into my life. Knowing my social circle and my reluctance to go to bars, Hector came up with an intriguing idea. He suggested that I give up some of my strong black woman beliefs and start calling for help sometimes with the work around the house. Using himself as an example to point out that if it weren't for him doing the lawn we likely wouldn't have ever become sex partners. Though I took exception to his "strong black woman' remark, I had to admit that nine years of being mom and dad had made me rather independent. I pondered on Hectors idea for sometime, the whole concept had my mind working double-time. What better way to get guys over without drawing suspicion from neighbors or from the guys themselves? I could check out the merchandise and if I didn't like what I saw no big deal. It would be perfectly safe and discrete. I didn't act on Hectors lil scheme until months later. The weather was changing and Hector wasn't coming around much at all. Needless to say, I was horny as hell and dildos and fingers just weren't getting the job done. Hector had left the name and number of a handyman that he said had done some work for him in the past. According to Hector he was a good guy. I trusted Hectors judgment so I didn't go into a big character investigation of the guy. My dilemma then became finding a job for him to do. I didn't have any repair work to do at the time so I came up with an idea to install a new garbage disposal. I had wanted one for some time anyway. I called the guy, whose name was Roger, introduced myself and he acknowledged that Hector had mentioned me to him. I explained that I have odd jobs from time to time and was looking for someone dependable to help me out. I told him I had an immediate need to have a garbage disposal installed. I asked if he was familiar with doing that, and if he would be available. He gave me a convincing "YES" to both and we scheduled for him to be at my house the following evening 5:00p so that he could assess the job. I arrived at home at 4:30p, as usual, and Roger rang the doorbell promptly at 5:00p. We exchanged greetings and made small talk prior to getting to the point of Rogers visit, or at least what he thought was the point of his visit. I was busy checking him out and I was thoroughly impressed with his physical appearance. He was a very large black man, well over six feet tall with really broad shoulders. He was not overly muscular but definitely not fat either. His hair had a nice sprinkling of gray. I guessed him to be in his late 40s or early 50s. I would later learn that he was unmarried, and in his late 50s. Like me, all his kids were grown and away from home. He sported a huge bulge in his neatly starched jeans. As he finished his assessment we set down to discuss what needed to be done and how much it would cost to complete the job. As usual it turned out to be more expensive than expected but it would be worth it if I could find out what was behind that zipper. We agreed on a price and he would come by Saturday morning to get started. Saturday couldn't arrive fast enough for me. I got up early and jumped in the shower in preparation of putting my plan of seduction to work. Even though it really wasn't much of a plan, I was simply going to exhibit my merchandise and see if he'd take the goods. Saturday was usually my day to relax and laze around the house, which I normally did without much clothing on, and this day would be no different. I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ring. I figured it had to Roger even though I didn't expect him that early. I threw on my robe and headed for the front door. I peeped through the window and sure enough it was Roger. I hadn't planned on meeting him at the door naked except for my robe but since it happened I was willing to see where it would lead. I opened the door with one hand while trying to hold my robe together with the other. Roger appeared to be in a cheerful mood as he greeted me a big smile and a hearty "good morning". He asked had he woke me, and I assured him that I had been up but had just gotten out of the shower. I could feel my nipples stiffen from the cool breeze coming through the doorway. My tits are a firm 36D, with nice pert nipples, so in my thin house robe I knew Roger was getting an eye full. Roger began hauling tools back and forth from his truck as I sat at the kitchen table admiring his body. His attire was totally different from our first meeting. He had on a pair coveralls that he probably should've trashed a 100 pounds ago. I figured to be the one doing the teasing but his coveralls left little to the imagination. Roger either had a pet snake in his pants or I was looking at the biggest cock I'd ever seen. The imprint of a fat dickhead was as obvious as the nose on his face. I didn't want him to catch me staring but my eyes were transfixed on his crotch. My pussy was getting warm and I could feel the juices oozing down the crack of my ass. I needed to remain in control and not come off as the horny slut I was. I waited until Roger had crawled up under the sink and I hastily retreated to my bedroom. I had a wet spot on my robe from where I had it tucked under me. I cleaned up and gathered my composure. I ditched the robe for my favorite oversized tee shirt, panties not included, and dabbed on some perfume before heading back to the kitchen. I returned to the kitchen to find Roger halfway under the sink, his legs sprawled to either side and what looked like a cucumber on steroids going down his pant leg. Anything I gained by leaving the room was lost at that instant. It was all I could do to keep from dropping to my knees, freeing his cock and taking it down my greedy throat. I was absolutely in awe of the size. Hectors' cock wasn't that big when it was at it's hardest and my poor ex-husband, for a black man, he did nothing to add merit to the myth about black cock. I'm not sure how long I stood there drooling, or if Roger even new that I was there. Other than the pussy juice running down my leg I was pretty much motionless. I knew one thing for sure I wanted that cock. When Roger had came over initially I had been impressed enough with him that I figured I'd take a chance at getting in his pants. Standing there at that moment, pussy aching and pouring juice down my leg, I would've paid him just to look at his cock. I gathered myself enough to ask Roger if he needed anything. I expected him maybe to ask for a glass of water or something. To my surprise he asked if I could hold the flashlight for him as he mounted the disposal. Did I hear him correctly? Did he realize what he was asking? With his big body in the way I didn't see how I could accommodate his request without my having to lower my bare ass and leaking pussy very close to, if not right on top of, that big fuck stick of his. The mere thought was nearly too much for me to bear. I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one being seduced in this little scheme. Maybe Hector had given him a bit more information than I thought he had. Well we were about to find out, my pussy was on fire and if I was ever going to get that big black dick in me it was then or never. I stood over Roger with my legs straddling his leg, the one with unusual growth on it. I figured that from his vantage point Roger should've had a pretty good view of my wet pussy. If he wanted to back out that was the opportunity. I knelt down, in what's known around my area as 'oriental position', both feet flat on the floor and butt resting on the heels of your feet. Only in this case my butt rested on Rogers' lower thigh with my pussy just a cunt hair from the head of his cock. I pulled my t-shirt down over my knees in an attempt to not be so obvious, and to somewhat preserve a bit of my lady-like qualities. I grabbed the flashlight from Rogers' hand and pointed it towards where he was working, trying to keep it steady in my shaky hand. Roger chuckled and said, "You may need to come a bit closer in order for me to get any use of that light". There was no doubt in my mind that if I scooted up as much as a millimeter I'd be on top of his cock. Shaking like a leave I inched further up Rogers leg, and the thing I wanted and feared both happened as expected. My pussy made contact with what felt like a small bat. I let out a very audible, and unmistakable moan of pleasure. I could feel my pussy lips literally expand and engulf the head of Rogers cock, squeezing and trying to pull it into my vagina. I grew weak, dropped the flashlight, and had to grab the edge of the sink to support myself. Any self-respect or lady-like characteristics had escaped me by then. I began rotating my hips and grinding my clit against this fairly strange mans cock. At that point I didn't care, it wasn't about my image, my job, or Roger for that matter. It was about a two-month drought without a cock, and this fine looking man lying under my kitchen sink teasing me into frenzy with his big black dick. He had to know what he was doing to me, and what it would lead to. If he didn't, he was certainly finding out because his pant leg was getting thoroughly soaked with my pussy juice. As I continued grinding my pussy into Rogers' third leg, making a complete slut of myself, he just lay there not saying a word. However, his cock was responding with great enthusiasm. I could feel its' massiveness as it began to swell beneath me. I threw my head back and shut my eyes tightly. Lost in my own emotion I heard myself whisper, "my God I need this cock in me". That was obviously the invitation Roger had been waiting for because for the first time he became an active participant. His hands came from under the sink and he did a masterful job of tweaking my nipples. A few minutes later the silence was broken. Roger spoke up and suggested that I let him get from under the sink so that he could give me what I so desperately needed. His words brought me around and I reluctantly unmounted myself from his cock. I worked my way off him and into a kneeling position on the floor. My pussy juices had made a huge wet stain on Roger's pants. It took a few minutes but Roger managed to crawl out from under the sink and get to his feet. My fingers had long since found my clit and I rubbed it feverishly as I waited for Roger to free that mammoth piece of meat. He finally worked his shoulder out of his coveralls and in one swift motion they were at his feet. His cock sprang from its bondage slapping me right across the face, and resting on my cheek and neck. The heat coming from it was immense, not to mention the weight of it on my shoulder. I had to use two hands to lift it off me. I was truly amazed and aroused by the size of his cock and spent several minutes just kneeling at his feet admiring it. It was easily ten inches long and as thick as my forearm. Large engorged veins were running along each side, obviously filled to capacity trying to keep his big slab of beef standing at attention. He had a stronger more distinct aroma than Hector, not a bad aroma. Actually it was very erotic and only heightened my desire to taste him. I continued stroking my first monster cock, I pushed the skin back to reveal a beautiful mushroom head. It was candy apple red, about the size of a plum and equally as juicy. It was throbbing and leaking profusely as if it would erupt at any moment. I wasn't sure if I could get my mouth around it. I wasn't even sure if I could take it up my pussy but, if not, it wouldn't be because of lack of effort. With that I went for it. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, really savoring the experience. Roger moaned as I stroked and licked his cock. He broke my concentration to ask if I mind if he sat down. Of course I didn't, it would make it easier for me to hold his cock. He took a seat at the table, like a puppy dog I followed on all fours and crawled between his legs. In our new position I was able to massage his heavy balls as I licked and sucked on his cock. I looked up into Rogers' eyes as I made my first attempt at swallowing his log. I opened my mouth wide and tried to swallow as much as I could. It was a chore just trying to get the head in my mouth. Nonetheless, I proclaimed myself a deepthroat artist to Hector and I was determined to live up to it. I took turns sucking, licking, and trying to swallow all that black meat. Roger sat with his head thrown back moaning in delight. I licked and sucked his balls as my moans started to drown out his. I was hungry for him but he was much too huge for me to just gobble down. I worked my way back to that fat cockhead doing my best to get it in my mouth. I wanted Roger to enjoy himself because I wanted to keep him coming back. I licked and sucked on his cock while using two hands to stroke it. Roger moaned and began talking dirty to me, telling me to suck his big black dick. He'd pull his cock from my mouth and let it fall heavily on my face. He seemed to be loosening up some; his dirty talk was the most I'd gotten out of him all day. Though he talked dirty he remained a gentle giant, never trying to force his cock on me, he let me work at my own pace. Roger pulled his cock away, reached down, and lifted me off the floor and onto the table in one quick scoop. "It's your turn", was all I heard him say. Just like that my legs were over my head and pussy was about to get some much needed attention. Roger spared nothing in trying to please me, he spent quality time between my legs and I rewarded him with several face splattering orgasms. His tongue was giving me unbelievable pleasure but his cock is what I needed and I pleaded with him to fuck me. Roger heeded to my cries as his head came up from between my thighs. He stood with his rigid cock pointed straight at my hungry hole. "Relax OK", "I'll take it slow so you can get use to it." With that I felt him run his cock between my pussy lips and across my clit. The next stroke hit pay dirt and that dickhead that looked like a plum now felt like an apple. Roger talked to me and never gave more than I was ready to receive. Inch by inch he invaded my hot little hole. I could feel the walls of my vagina stretching to accommodate his size. I cried out in both joy and pain, but I didn't want him to stop. I eventually reached the point where the pain subsided and I was able to enjoy having my hungry cunt stuffed full of cock. I tried squeezing down on his cock with my vaginal muscles but I was already wrapped around him as tight as I could get. I wiped tears from my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows so I could see how much cock I had inside me. I could only see about an inch of Rogers cock so I knew I had conquered a giant. I looked up at Roger and asked, "Are you going to fuck me with that thing or just let it sit in my pussy?" Roger needed no more encouragement, he started slowly long stroking me, backing out all but the head then bringing it back home again. I was in heaven, no words could ever explain how good that cock felt to me. Roger picked up the pace and eventually started pounding me hard. I was screaming obscenities in one breath, and calling God in the next. I felt Rogers balls slapping against my asshole and I knew I was taking every inch he had. He was beating my pussy mercilessly and I was grateful to him for doing so. First Hector, now Roger, my sex life was definitely getting better. I knew for sure that I wanted to keep Roger coming back, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. Just before he blew his load I pulled off his cock, spun around on the table, and gobbled down his load like the sex-starved slut I was. Globs and globs of his hot man juice hit the back of my throat. Roger was the one doing the yelling at that point, as I had my mouth full of cock and cum. I was struggling to swallow it all when Roger pulled his cock out my mouth and aimed it at my face. I just did get my eyes shut when I felt the first shot splatter my face. I couldn't believe how much cum he was able to produce. My jaws were still filled with his seed and I felt at least 3 more hit my face. As his orgasm subsided Roger used his cock to smear his sweet cum all over my face. The warmth of his cum felt good on my face and it tasted even better. Roger ended up collapsing in his seat at the table as I went to clean up. When I came back from the bathroom he was still in the same spot, head tilted back and that big cock hanging flaccid over the edge of the chair. The veins in his cock still looked painfully engorged with blood. Instinct and horniness told me to kneel down at his feet and suck him to another raging hard-on. However, I decided it would be best to let him gather himself and hopefully we'd go another round afterwards. While Roger recovered I went ahead and started in on some of my housework. I went out on the patio to put out my plants. I guess I had been out there for fifteen minutes before I headed back in. I stopped in the garage to start a load of clothes. I started the machine and turned to walk away and ran right into Roger. He was standing there in the garage butt naked and his cock was back at full attention. I was about to tell him to hold on so that I could shut the patio door but he had lifted up and was carrying me over to my car. He put me down right in front of the car and bent me over the hood. "Oh boy, this is going to be good", was my first thought. I love taking it doggie style and with a dick like Rogers I would probably squeal like a pig. He took it slow again and I'm glad he did because I was a little sore. However it didn't take nearly as long for me to get used to him and start pushing my cunt onto his pole. It didn't take Roger long either to start driving his cock in me the way I needed it. I had never been fucked like that in all my 44 years and I knew that I would be addicted to Rogers cock from that day on. He continued his assault on my pussy, literally lifting my feet off the ground. I managed to get one foot up on the bumper and grabbed the windshield wiper with one hand to try and support myself. With that I was able to meet Rogers thrust with equal force. His dick was good to me. I had never had anything that big inside me, and the feeling was taking me to new levels of sexual bliss. It was good and I was very close to another orgasm, but I never expected what happened next. I yelled almost to the top of my lungs and before I knew what was going on my pussy started shooting juices like a fire hydrant. Roger pulled out and to my surprise he buried his face between my cheeks trying catch my flow. "WOW" was all he said. I apologized for getting him wet and tried to explain that nothing like that had ever happened to me before. "Are you kidding?" Roger said, "a lady that squirts is a rare find, I love it". "Did you cum?" I asked. "Not yet, it could take awhile that's the way I am on my second go-around". "Well stick that dick back in me" I said. Lawn Service Ch. 02 With that Roger commenced assault number 3 on my pussy, banging the hell out of me but, just like with Hector, he just made me hornier. He turned me around, lifted me up like a doll. With my legs wrapped around his waist, Roger lowered me onto his cock. I thought my pussy had gotten used to the girth of his cock but as I slid down his pole it felt as though it had grown even more. It was rigid and I seemed as though I could feel those big veins throbbing against my inner walls. I wasn't given much time to dwell on the pain before I had a belly full of cock. He took me for the ride of my life on that big piston. His thrusts were so powerful that I was bouncing completely off his cock only to have it buried in my guts each time I came down. Roger was either my equal when it came to being horny and sex deprived or, he was just simply a beast when it came to serving that cock. Either way I loved his style and I knew that this would not be the last time I'd find myself mounted on Rogers cock.