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Gardening is Fun

By: locodriver8776



Three short stories showing the sexy side to gardening

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I started my own Gardening business last summer which has taken off really well. I tidy up gardens, cutting lawns, trimming hedges, digging, planting flowers and many, many other jobs. Most of my customers are mature ladies between the ages of 55 to 80; some are so sexy it's hard at times to keep my cock under control. With last year's summer being very hot, when I'm finished a few of them even asked if I'd like a shower to clean myself up, to which I usually replied "yes". So as not to trail dirt and filth throughout the house I would remove my working tog's, put on a pair of 'trackers and top' then followed the 'lady of the house' to the shower, but with time it got to the point where I would just strip down to my pants and make my own way to the shower.

Jane

One very nice lady; always complements me on my body; after one particular sticky day she asked, 'if I wanted my back scrubbed'; never the one to refuse such an offer I replied "yes" expecting her to just pick up the flannel and wash-away; the next thing I know she strips off and joins me under the shower; at first I was shocked, but for a 70 year old she has the most beautiful pair of big tits with enormous nipples, a very hairy pussy and a nice arse, all the things I love in a woman.

With her gentle hands washing my back and an occasional finger testing my anus, my cock soon began to show its appreciation for her efforts; turning me around Jane looked down at my growing erection then passed a comment about being 'just like her late husband' before engulfing my cock with her mouth.

Jane suckled my cock very slowly and very gently. For a widow and a mother of three she certainly knew what a man desired; I desperately tried to hold back but couldn't, my cock exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of my seed. With the water now running cold we quickly dried each other and made our way down stairs for some tea. Since she lives alone and I've got nothing to hurry home for, we just sat there and talk about our lives. How she had breastfed all three of her children (hence the nipples) etc; and how she and her late husband really enjoyed sex, but how, she could never take to George (her late husband) giving her oral sex. She could take anal and giving George oral, but George giving her oral, no there was just something about it.

With all this talk about sex, my cock was like a ramrod and being sat on the sofa next to Jane didn't help especially as I kept getting a whiff of feminine arousal. Sensing my discomfort Jane reached down and started stroking my cock through my trackers, soon it got to the point of no return and Jane asked my to strip off and lie on the carpet.

Facing me she straddled my lap, she then began lowering herself down on to my now very erected cock.

"Oh Yes!.....Please fuck me it's been so long," she murmured as she gently lowered herself down until her swollen clit ground against me. "Oh my god..."Oh fuck, FUCK! It's big" Jane moaned, her pussy now fully engulfing my cock. I took hold of her voluptuous breasts the large dark nipples, now fully aroused sat on top of raised areolas. By god, she is beautiful.

With one hand gently teasing a nipple, I took the other into my mouth and gently bit it. "Yes...YES!" she panted. "Fuck me...That's right fuck me!" Jane suddenly climaxed, her body shook furiously, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I moaned, managed a couple of thrusts before shooting my load into Jane's hot pulsating pussy. Feeling my spunk seeping from her, I re-adjusted my position then I plunged my cock deep into her pussy as she continued to shudder. For a short time, I just held it there.

Jane moaned, and came again. Clamping her mouth over mine, Jane continued to ride me; her pussy milking every remaining drop of spunk from my body. "Oh my god, it's big so fucking big," she kept moaning. We continued to kiss, our tongues passionately fencing, until my cock was no more.

We have had sex in the garden, in the shed, everywhere, it's a shame she dislikes oral for she is so sexy. She loves me to fill her with my hot seed. Once or twice a week I'm regularly parked outside Jane's attending to her shrubbery.

Beth & Sidney

A very strange couple, she is 60 years old who also has big tits, a shaved fanny with an hourglass figure; her husband has a large cock of about 10 inches. This I know after catching him in the shed and joining him for a mutual wank after a stressful morning. Beth's husband always watches me in the bath with his wife; I soap her large tits whilst she washes my body paying particular attention to my hard throbbing cock and anus.

We then go and have some tea and watch porno films; after which we all get naked; I then take her husbands cock into my mouth whilst she watches then when we're both hard she fellates me whilst he shoves it up my well lubricated arse and slowly fucks me. We both try and cum at the same time, my spunk filling her mouth as his cock fills my bowels. With my spunk filling her mouth she then 'snowballs' her husband; as I said a very strange couple.

Alison and Diana

If ever there was a house that gave me ball ache it was this one. Many a day I've had to lock myself inside the mower shed and 'tossed myself off' having completed cutting the lawns, why? Just read on:-

All last summer the daughter, taking a gap year from 'uni' would sit on the terrace topless while I cut her father's lawn; her hand continually running over her flimsy covered pubic mound. The heat was usually bad enough but having to watch this everytime I approached the house whilst sat on the mower was ball aching and the mower's vibration didn't help either.

When I had finished she would then offer me a drink, trailing a finger across my groin as she brushed past me to get it. I'll kept thinking, maybe my luck was in when as usual her mother's car would pull on the drive.

"Good morning Alison, Diana has just gone to get me a drink." I'd say waiting for the daughter reappeared now fully clothed and present me with a glass of beer, ensuring the briefest of finger contact. This scenario continued for several weeks but no further enticement was forthcoming.

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I thought no one was at home, since I knew the family were holidaying in Cornwall and had closed up their house until early August. I was busy cutting the lawn when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a curtain move; stopping the mower I went over to the house. The kitchen door was ajar so I went in and shouted. A voice called me to come through into the lounge. Slipping off my shoes I made my way into the lounge. It was Alison, she said she was sorry to have surprised me but she was having a break from the family to write some reports. She told me to finish the lawn then come in and have drink.

When I returned she was standing in the kitchen wearing just a bright red thong. She asked me if I liked what I saw. Hell.....who wouldn't! She is in her early 40's and still has a shapely body; her breasts were firm and gently curved upwards to a small nipple. She had a crisp waist and a pubic mound which pushed her thong outwards.

She poured me a beer then holding her G & T allowed her free hand slid down her stomach and into her thong, soon she began stroking her clit. My cock already agitated by the mower was now fully aroused and throbbed painfully in my shorts. Placing her glass on the work surface she came over, undid my zip and with some effort pulled my distended knob out. Mmmm. That looks nice,' she said "let's go somewhere comfortable and have a closer look."

With that she led me by my cock through the house into the master bedroom. "You'd better shower," she said as we both stripped off and got under the large double power shower. After soaping each other in every nook and cranny and feeling well turned on she turned on the jets and we washed each other down. Leaving the water running she slid down and took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue worked its magic and I soon felt my balls tighten, fearing I was about to come I asked her to stop; with that she turned off the water, dried us down and lead me to the bed. Quickly she knelt on the bed holding onto the headboard and told me to fuck her doggy style straight away.

I had just managed to get my cock against the entrance of her vagina when she shuddered and came; clear juice's dripped down her thighs as I slipped inside her cunt. I gave her my whole length and heard her whimper with pleasure. For the next few minutes I slid my full length in and out, she pushed against me at each penetration. To anybody listening her head must have sounded like a jackhammer as it pounded against the headboard.

'Fill my cunt with your spunk.' She demanded as I increased my speed and pushed harder into her. She was grunting at each stroke. I felt myself coming and pushed deep into her. She sensed the imminent arrival and clamped her vaginal muscles tightly round my cock. I shot my load and she screamed fantastically as she also shuddered to a massive climax. She collapsed on her face and my limp cock slipped from her, pulling with it some of my spent seed. I fell on my back beside her, closed my eyes and remember the sensations of the last half-hour.

Soon I felt a tongue begin to lick my limp cock. I knew it wasn't Alison's as she still lay beside me. I opened my eyes as Diana took my now firming cock deep into her mouth. The thought of days past, all the teasing and such like soon had me proud. Sensing I was ready Diana straddled me. We both swore loudly as I slowly entered her. "Fuck, you're so wet...and so tight." In watching her entry I swear I saw a bulge move up her delicate body.

'Now it's my turn, I am really turned on after watching you and mom at it. I always wondered what you'll be like, once off your mower.'

I had no idea she had been there and that they had set me up for their pleasure.

She rode me slow and deliberate as if she was waiting for something; Alison now recovered, straddled my face ensuring I licked her clean whilst her daughter rode me slowly to a painful climax. After which Diana and her mother continued playing with each other allowing me time to recover before servicing them again.

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This is only a sample of my activities as a gardener and since all my work has come via 'word of mouth' I must be doing something right. There's even talk of my being placed on the recommended list at our local WI.

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Gardening is Fun Ch. 02



Hi, I'm Mike and if you've read my stories, you know my history

 Evelyn

Having finished gardening at Evelyn's house she always invited me in. As per usual she was wearing just a dressing gown so I knew what was coming next. In fact it was becoming a standing joke.

"Mike....I can't pay you until next week, so will this do on account." With which she would untie her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor, exposing her naked sorry magnificent naked body to me.

Now I'm a sucker for naked flesh especially when it comes in the form of a Mediterranean 36DD-27-34, so naturally I cup each breast in my hands, thumb her nipples until they stand out. Having gained her acceptance I would then take one in my mouth where, shuddering with delight, she would undo my shorts, letting them fall to the ground. I learned never to wear underpants whilst working for Evelyn.

Then taking a firm hold on my cock she would lead me over to the leather sofa there she would fall over the arm with me on top. Following a bit of adjustment she would then slid my cock into her warm wet pussy, clamp her legs round me, pull me in close and hold me there unable to move. I would start to suck her breast and she'll begin contracting her pelvic muscles so my cock felt as if it were attached to a milking machine. I spent my childhood on a farm so I know what I'm talking about.

During our union Evelyn would come several times, her juices flowing readily around my cock; for several minutes then I knew I was about to come, I would say 'I'm coming shall I fill you or pull out?' to which she'll scream "No!...No!...I can't get pregnant...I want it all inside me.'

I'll feel the rush of sperm up my cock, shake and groan loudly as my seed leaves me and joins her orgasm; she'll sigh, release her legs from me and my wilting cock would slip out from her running cunt. She'll then put her fingers between her legs, scooped up some juices, licked them clean and then getting up she'll lead me by the cock down the corridor to the shower.

Whereas in the past we just soaped each other's skin and played with each other's cock and pussy this day we began inserting soapy fingers fully into each other's rectums. Pushing our digits far up into each other's rectums until the palms of our hands stopped them. Evelyn asked if I would fuck her arse as she had always wanted to try it but never had the courage.

Using baby oil as a lubricant I gently fingered Evelyn's arse, watching her groan and moan as two then three fingers stretched her. Once suitably stretched I removed my fingers and applied some more oil to both my cock and Evelyn's arse, making sure some worked its way well into her rectum.

Now suitably lubricated, I bent her hips before pressed my cock against the star shaped opening of her anus, Evelyn's feeling its pressure gently pressed back. Assisted by the lubricant and the extra pressure my cock soon pushed past her sphincter and into her rectum.

"OHHHHH! Fuck" Evelyn's gasped as my cock made its slightly painful entrance.

I pushed a bit more, sinking a couple of inches into her rectum as she panted breathlessly. Sweat beads broke out on Evelyn's forehead as her breasts rose and fell in her struggle to catch her breath. 

"Gently for fuck sake!" gasped Evelyn as I filled her back passage with my cock.

"Try and relax, It will be alright," I whispered trying to soothe her with words as I kissed and massaged her back.

Evelyn, in mild pain could feel every throb and twitch of my cock as it nestled in her arse and was just about to ask me to take it out when a wave of relief suddenly washed over her as she felt her muscles slowly relax. Feeling her muscles relax I gently began to softly and expertly move my hips, back and forth.

"Go on...I want it all." So I pushed deep into her and started to really fuck her. She grunted with each stroke. Her fingers worked her clit over and over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back. She uttered a scream of unladylike filth as her ass slammed back onto my cock and she came hard. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around my cock that my field of vision exploded with stars again and again as my cock ejaculated deep inside her bowels.

I cried out as my seed exploded out of my cock and filled her up. Evelyn began swearing like a trooper, as I unloaded my hot seed, my cock continually jerking and pumping. Her rectum seemed welded around my shaft as I cried out; grasping her hips I drove my cock deep inside her. My whole body was pulsing and racing as I slowly came down from the plateau of my climax. Everything felt numb, from my lips to my toes as I brought my breathing back under control.

When she caught her breath she told me to "Pull it out gently then push it back in". I pulled out then pushed gently into her soaking anus, hearing the squelch of her with each thrust. After a couple of times Evelyn had had enough; having cleaned ourselves up and got dressed, we sat in her lounge and shared a bottle of wine. Occasionally Evelyn would give a little shudder, concerned I asked her if everything was ok, "Sure" she replied "I've never had spunk run out of my arse before." To which we both laughed.

As I left she said ' Call next Tuesday and I'll definitely settle the account.'

I just smiled and went on my way.

End

Avril

A request for a quote came in from a lady whose name seemed very familiar but I just couldn't place it. She offered to put me up in her house free of charge, apparently her place was a bit off the beaten track and that it would save me having about a 60 mile round trip each day.

Now you know me and free accommodation and given the work it made economical strength. So I sent her my quote and she replied immediately accepting.

I arrived at 10 a.m. Monday morning. The house was large, detached in its own grounds and certainly remote. But as soon as I saw the women, the penny dropped, this was Miss Bell, a junior school headmistress I had previously met whilst talking at a WI meeting.

The first day went well. Miss Bell showed me my "quarters" in the adjoining coach house she'd had converted. This was fine, a bedroom with a double bed, lounge area, kitchenette and bathroom, this would suit me. She'd prepared a meal that night and as we sat eating she told me that she'd retired early aged 40 after she had come into an inheritance and now did freelance work as an examine setter and Ofsted Inspector.

The work went well (which was more than I could say about my love life) and on the Thursday evening she asked me to celebrate a job well done; with the evening meal also went a few glasses of a very fine and expensive wine. As I still had some loose ends to tie up the next day I decided to "retired" to bed at about 10 pm.

At about 10.30 there was a knock on the door and I got up to answer it half asleep, forgetting that I always slept naked. I opened the door to find Miss Bell standing there, hair down, make up on and wearing a loose but very figure revealing dress that clung to curves I hadn't dreamt existed.

She gently pushed me back into the room and onto the bed. She huskily and slowly told me she'd was fed up with me misbehaving and now was the time to discipline me. In her hand was a tawse. She put the tawse on the bed and slowly stepped out of her dress. She was wearing a half cup pure white balconette bra which was partially covering an attractive pair of boobs with her erect nipples plainly on show. She had on a skimpy pair of see through white pants which clearly showed her attractively trimmed and well shaped mons, to finish she wore a black suspender belt with seamed black fishnet stockings and a pair of very high heels.

She told me to turn over and lay on me front, which was just as well as my cock was beginning to leak copious amounts of precum. Very slowly and gentle she gave me 10 strokes and gently teased and tickled my bollocks with the end of the tawse.

She instructed me to turn, my cock was as stiff and as hard as I could ever recall. She seductively slipped her pants down, stepped out of them then got onto the bed and straddled me before slowly inserting my cock into her cunt. Gently she rode up and down whilst reaching behind her to undo and remove her bra before telling me to gently pinch and caress her nipples.

She was without doubt a beautifully proportioned 38D and well shaped for her age. She dismounted me and with her legs still either side of me moved up the bed until her cunt was directly over my mouth where she slowly lowered herself down. I licked and nibbled at her juicy cunt for about 5 minutes before she turned around, manoeuvred into the 69 position where I continued to lick and nibble her out whilst she used her gummy lips, yes gummy lips and tongue to fellate me until I was rock hard.

After a while she lifted herself off me, knelt in the doggy position and told me to fuck her as if my life depended on it, which I did. I didn't get much sleep that night as she alternated between sucking and fucking me. The final time I came in her arse. All the time she was in charge: A night well worth remembering. She paid me the following day, which included a large bonus plus a booking for me to come back in a month as she had other 'jobs' she wanted doing.

End

Brenda 

Like an idiot I volunteered to help tidy up the gardens at the local hospital; having been shown round by the resident gardener I started to clean up the areas that I had been designated to do. It was mid afternoon and quite a sunny day; out of the corner of my eye I noticed a large plump ward sister sitting not too far away flicking through a magazine with her legs slightly open and taking regular sips out of a can of beer.

It wasn't long before my gaze was drawn to the view between her legs as I attended my patch. At times I had a great view of her white knickers, and I swear I could see a damp patch, well a stain atleast. I couldn't resist peeking. After a while of me looking she realised what I was doing and stared me right in the eyes, and then flattened down her skirt. I tried to keep my mind on the gardening when Tony the resident gardener said I should knock off now as the hot weather was making it hard to concentrate (you can say that again).

The ward sister looked over, smiled then said I could work in her garden tomorrow if I dared. That night I couldn't get her out of my mind and had a restless night thinking about what was hidden beneath that covering of white. The next day I was met by the ward sister (Brenda) who immediately took me round to the nurse's quarters; I noticed she was not in her usual uniform but a creamy white blouse which showed off a black lacy bra underneath and a tight beige skirt which showed off her big hips to perfection.

She pushed me down onto the sofa and asked how I took my coffee and soon we sat next to each other squeezed up on the small sofa. "So, you dared to return", she barked, and then she ordered me to stand. I could feel my cock straining for relief as she looked me up and down as she guided me up the stairs to an empty bedroom. She closed and locked the door behind us giving me the chance to glance down at her legs and noticed her wore open-toed sandals.

She was also wearing black nylon stockings which always turned me on. Brenda now staring at the bulge in my jeans walked towards me and planted a long hard kiss on my lips; I reached out, pulled her large frame against my body and felt her large tits squash against my chest; pulling away she ordered me to get undressed, typical of a nurse she just stood and watched as I removed my clothes piece by piece until I was standing bullock naked in front of her with my erect cock straining for want of release. Only then did she start to unbutton her blouse and removed it, my mouth opened wide when I saw the overspill from her bra, which she then re moved and threw onto the floor.

My eyes lit up when I saw her huge hanging tits for the first time, her areolas were the size of small saucers and her nipples resembled the teat on a baby's bottle.

I watched as Brenda started to unzip her skirt, push it over her hips then let I fall to the floor. I just stared at her thighs and then the gusset of her panties which was very damp; now I knew I had a woman in front of me who wanted a good fucking and I was prepared to give her one. At this point Brenda made a very strange request, she told my to go into the toilet and try my hardest to have a pee, accepting her wish I strolled onto the toilet and emptied my bladder the best I could, when I came out of the toilet I noticed that Brenda had removed her panties and was stood by the bedside cabinet greasing up a plastic phallus attached by a wire to a box. Brenda noticing my concerns explained that it was only a rectal probe and I would find its use interesting.

With that she grabbed my rampant cock and started to masturbate me, once a copious amount of precum was flowing Brenda told me to kneel where she offered her pussy to my face. I could smell her sweet nectar as I immediately set to work, forsaking her sopping cunt and going right for her prominent clit. I swirled around it, flicking and suckling on it as I fingered her ass. My face was becoming slick with her juices as I lapped and suckled at her hard clit, letting my hands roam around her ass and thighs.

Her hips were swaying now, mimicking the motions of sex as I pushed her towards her orgasm. I was determined to stay down there for as long as it took to make her scream. She was now moaning loudly as I worked my tongue and teeth over her, finally, she reached breaking point.

Her hips whip lashed violently, tearing her clit away from my mouth, her hands dug into my head and shoulders and her back arched as the orgasm tore through her. Her cum splashed my face in a single musky squirt as she rode the lighting of her climax.

I pushed her back on the bed, pushed her legs wide and slipped my cock easily into her wet moist cunt and started to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, banging my balls against her fat arse, being a nurse she sure knew how to control her pelvic muscles, for every time I when to withdraw she clenched then as I drove back in she released their hold on me.

Soon Brenda got tired of the missionary position and asked to be 'doggy' fucked, to which I had no objection since it would give me access to her voluptuous ass.

With me now buried in her pussy, I first spat onto her rosebud then followed thru with one, two then three fingers, each time she push back onto my hand and her body shook as they slid in further, soon it was the point of no return for me as I felt my ball sac tighten, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum any minute!" I grunted into Brenda's ear.

There was no reply; Brenda was too far gone; lost in her own world of pleasure. Gathering pace, I thrust harder and deeper, with greater urgency. With a final lunge, a cry of elation, my cock erupted and continued to do so until my ball sac was drained or so I thought.

"Right you bastard, you've had your fun; now I'm going to have mine" said Brenda as she broke free and reached across to the cabinet.

Brenda grabbed hold of the rectal probe, then typical of a ward sister told me to bend over whilst she inserted it. Now I'm no stranger to having things shoved up my arse so it came of no surprise when the thing hit my prostate; seeing my cock jump in response, Brenda greased up my cock, jumped onto the bed and told me she wanted her arse fucked 'doggie style.'

At first the probe felt like an intrusion, then with a little tweaking of the controls a pleasant sensation surged through my body causing my cock to become very erect, it was at this point that Brenda told me to penetrate her arse but do nothing else.

Now I was getting very curious, so with my cock rammed in as far as it would go and my hands hanging onto to Brenda's tits like my life depended on them I awaited the outcome of our reunion. I didn't have to wait long; for starters Brenda started to use her pelvic muscles as before but then I felt a new sensation, my prostate was being massaged/manipulated call it what you will at a varying intensity, I could feel my cock getting harder and harder and my ball sac was beginning to feel as if it was about to explode, this sensation must have gone on for a couple of minutes until I came in a flash of delirium. My whole body imploded in a maelstrom of sensation; ripples of bliss blasting through me. My spunk was coming that thick and fast out of my body it was too painful to enjoy; I lost count on the number of times I came but what amazed me the most was when I finished coming my cock still remained rigid.

.After about 15 minutes I got up, got dressed then looked at her laying on the bed with spunk oozing out of both her arse and pussy. Thankfully the garden took about 3 weeks to finish and in that time Brenda taught me the joys of fisting (her not me) and Viagra, but that's a different story.

End

The seasons drawing to a close and so is the demand for my skills, so for now I'll bid you farewell.



Gardening Is Fun - Jenny



Hi, I'm Mike and I started my own gardening business in the summer of 07 which has really taken off. I'm a retired army officer who saw time with the Royal Engineers. My wife died a number of years ago and although I have a home of my own I live a vagabond style of life, if you continue to read my stories you'll understand.

Note:- It was easier to write this story from Jenny's perspective.

It was the sound of a vehicle back firing then coming to a grinding halt that made me glance up. There, through the overgrown hedge I could just make out a battered looking Nissan Pickup, long faded letters on the side of the vehicle indicated that it belonged to some Garden Services or other.

Living in a quiet country lane I was naturally intrigued by the presence of this 'foreigner'; staying hidden I heard the driver make several attempts to re-start the vehicle but to no avail. Finally with a clunk and a squeak the driver's door opened.

"Bloody...fucking...thing" followed by what sounded as a hefty kick into the bodywork, was quickly followed the pushbutton-tones of a mobile phone.

"Hello Jim...Mike here...It's finally given out on me, I'll be bloody glad when my new one arrives. Can you send the tow-truck...Oh!...Where am I, somewhere along Reddings Lane...Yes I know it's a bloody long lane...Hang on a minute I'll see if this cottage has a name...It's Rose Cottage about a mile in from the Chalk Hill turn off...Hope that helps...Bye for now....Jesus what the fuck am I going to do now?"

Again I heard the key-tones of the mobile phone.

"Hi...Zoe.....I won't be able to make it today, me trucks broken down and I've got to get it to Jim's.....Yes I'm sorry.....perhaps another day?"

Unable to contain myself any longer I stood up, wincing at the pain and cracking sound of my arthritic knees. All of a sudden, I wished I was dressed in something more appealing than my scruffy skirt and filthy blouse.

This man was gorgeous. His scruffy salt & pepper hair curled over the collar of his tee-shirt and his eyes glared with frustration. I could hardly tear my feverish gaze away from his broadly muscular chest and for a moment, I struggled to say anything remotely intelligent.

Taking pity on him I, with the nervousness of a teenager blurted out, "Excuse me...I couldn't help overhearing your conversation; is there anything I could do to help?"

Quickly his eyes, an intense hazel brown focussed on me, not on the nettles, brambles or massive docks that made up my boundary wall.

"Um yeah, it's been neglected for too long. I don't mind the work though, keeps me busy!"

He grinned at me, the smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Well I could go a cup of tea whilst I'm waiting for the tow-truck to arrive and since I have all the gear in the back of the truck I could help you out with your garden, I think that would be a fair trade don't you?." he spoke with amusement, assuming that I wasn't going to show him the door.

"Yes, of course," I blushed, quickly turning away from him in embarrassment, hoping he hadn't noticed my redden cheeks and bust. He followed me around the side and through the gate hanging by its hinges.

The back garden was far worse than the front and he stood silently taking it all in. I knew that I had my work cut out here. The easiest option would probably be to hire an excavator and dig the whole lot up.

"It was once a fine garden you know." Mike said quietly

I nodded. "How much would it cost?" I enquired in a pleading tone.

"Shouldn't be too much; most of the ground cover is superficial, a few hours perhaps with the mini-digger. But then there's the maintenance, how are you going to manage that? Pardon me for saying, but you don't look the type to do the digging this garden would require."

His gaze slid down my body as if he was undressing me and I felt a long forgotten warmth spreading though my limbs. He was right of course; I was not going to find it easy doing such hard labour.

"I guess I'll have to manage..." My voice trailed off and I suddenly realised what a mammoth task I was about to take on.

"I could help if you like?" he offered.

"That would be great, but I can't really afford to pay you for all your time." I said regretfully.

"No charge, perhaps the odd cup of tea or sandwich would suffice" he said with a chuckle, scanning his eyes once more across my cleavage.

I shivered with unexpected desire and tried desperately not to imagine what he looked like beneath his shorts and tee-shirt. It had been a long time since I had been touched in that way and I could feel my hungry body responding to the sexual vibes emanating from this hunk of a man.

Mike, looked a lot younger than me but what did that matter? I was naturally slim and petite. My breasts were still firm and I revelled in my feminine charms; I had been ignored for so long, it felt wonderful to finally be appreciated once more.

"Well...er...if you're sure?" I said, licking my lips nervously.

"I'm sure." Mike smiled. He tucked his hands into his shorts and headed back round the front of the house. I entered the kitchen, wondering just what the hell I had agreed to.

Mike returned with a barrow full of tools muttering something 'About making a start whilst waiting for the tow-truck to arrive'. Following a short interlude we spent all day outside, enjoying the warmth and clearing a sizable chunk of ground.

I was miles away when I heard the gate bang against the side of the house. Pushing my unruly hair back, I rubbed my face just in time to see a newcomer walking down the path.

"Where is he then?" asked the newcomer

Mike hearing a familiar voice emerged from a tangle of brambles. "Took your bloody time getting here, I was beginning to think I'll have to ask this lady for bed & breakfast."

"How's it going?" he asked cheerfully, taking in our dishevelled state.

"Oh not too bad!...I'm getting there slowly" replied Mike smiling and with a glint in his eye

"I bet you are," replied the newcomer, picking up on the innuendo.

Mike, now standing beside me helped me stand up, I was startled when he reached out and rubbed my cheek with his finger. For an endless moment, his face was inches away from mine and I could smell a hint of aftershave behind the fragrance of manly sweat. 

"Mud," he said by way of explanation. I barely heard him; my heart was thudding so loudly in my chest. "Right then, I'll go and help Jim couple up that heap of junk I call a pick-up Okay?"

It took a minute for me to register that he had spoken. All I could think about was the feel of his earthy finger on my face, so gentle for such a man. My mind was working overtime, playing endless reels of eroticism that tantalised me.

Shit, I thought. I am acting like a teenager with a crush!

"Okay.....I'll go and make us drink, would you like one.....Jim?" The question came out in a rush. I knew I needed to put some distance between Mike and me. Maybe then I would actually be able to think straight.

"Yes that would be lovely, eerrrr."

"Jenny, call me Jenny please."

"Okay, Jenny. Lovely name, it suits you." A flash of a smile again and he turned away to go and help Jim.

I disappeared inside, catching a glimpse of my flushed face in the mirror on the kitchen wall. This is ridiculous, I tried to tell myself. Mike couldn't be flirting, he was just being nice. But the more I thought about it the more I wasn't so sure.

The kettle soon boiled and I manage to control my feverish urges long enough to make us three cups of tea. Mike and Jim took theirs with a briefest of "Thanks."

"I'm going to call it a day...I'm miles away from home so I've arranged a lift back with Jim" muttered Mike quickly gulping down the remainder of his tea.

"Sure, that's fine. It was good of you to do what you've done. I couldn't believe how much we've achieved in such a short space of time. It would have taken me weeks to clear all that."

He loaded up his barrow and much to my disappointment slowly walked out of my life

"I'll be back on Friday afternoon to finish off, if that's okay?" Mike shouted whilst he and Jim threw the heavy barrow into the useless pickup.

"That's fine. I'll be here." I shouted, shading my eyes against the setting sun.

~~~~~

As promised, Mike turned up on Friday with his replacement pick-up. This time however he wasn't alone. A Labrador called Cindy accompanied him, Mike was all apologetic and said that it wasn't his; it just had a habit of joining him on his rounds.

Soon the mini-digger burst into life and my thoughts were drowned in a cacophony of noise. Cindy vanished into the house, I soon followed; I couldn't stand the sound of Mike's digger flexing its muscles as ripped the gardens to pieces. Within a couple of hours, the job was completed. The mini-digger was carefully loaded onto its trailer, leaving the front and back of the house resembling of lunar landscape.

"Thanks for everything," I said politely.

"No problem," grinned Mike, carefully adjusting his crutch as he bent to change his footwear.

I smiled warmly, feeling a shiver of anticipation run like fire through my veins. Now I knew I wasn't imagining things.

Mike flicked his gaze down my body before focusing back on my face again. "All going well I'll be back just after lunch tomorrow."

"Cool, I'll still be here." There was a dark note of promise in the unassuming words and I jumped on it with glee.

Unfortunately Mick was too far away to take any notice.

Mike drove away in a cloud of diesel fumes and I was left in a state of heightened arousal. It took me a long time to fall asleep that night and when I finally did, I was plagued by erotic dreams.

~~~~~

The humid, sticky air had been oppressive all day. As the afternoon lengthened, the sky grew ever darker, faint rumblings of thunder warned of an impending storm. "Where the hell is he." I muttered to myself as I moped about the garden; it was too damned hot to do anything useful and I was too frustrated to care. Eventually I settled in an old garden chair and tried to read a tattered 'Mills & Boon'. Unfortunately the dashing heroes and insipid maidens did nothing for me whatsoever.

I must have read the same paragraph a hundred times; my concentration was shot to pieces. All I could think about was Mike's face, legs, and bum; in fact everything about him.

In the distant I heard claps of thunder and when the first spats of rain began to fall, I felt like a newborn child and began dancing to its cooling effect on my body, suddenly I realised that all my washing was hanging out on the line and it was about to be soaked.

Jumping up quickly, I began to strip the line. Suddenly there was a bright flash immediately followed by an almighty clap of thunder and the heavens just opened up in one tremendous deluge. Within seconds I was soaked to the skin, the rain quickly mixed with the mud on the paving stones forming a slippery quagmire. Frantically I dashed and slid down the path, pulling everything off and clutching it to my chest in a vain attempt to prevent it becoming wetter than it already was.

"Need some help?" yelled a voice, barely audible above the sound of crashing thunder. It was Mike. Without thinking, I thrust the wet washing into his arms and grabbed the rest of the clothes. Water cascaded down our faces as we dashed into the kitchen and out of the storm.

"I tried your front door but I got no answer..." His voice trailed off and I stared at him silently. His tee-shirt was soaked though, as were his shorts. I looked down at myself and realised that my white blouse was virtually transparent. My erect nipples were visible through its fabric and to make matters worse Mike had noticed.

My body flamed in embarrassment; this was not how I had envisaged our next meeting. My hair was plastered to my face in thick strands, as for my shorts these were stuck to my body leaving nothing to the imagination. I must have looked a terrible sight.

Turning away quickly, I stared out at the newly formed lake outside the kitchen door. Oh shit Mike's work must have blocked the drain, my thoughts needed to be anywhere but here.

I felt rather than heard him step up behind me. His warm strong hands rested on my shoulder and gently pulled the wet hair away from my neck. I froze; my senses were tingling and all my nerves were dancing, awaiting his next move.

"You need to get out of these wet clothes quickly or you'll catch your death."

I shivered at his touch and soft words, but not from the chill. My body felt feverish and hot. An unfamiliar ache throbbed between my legs and I sucked in a shaky breath before replying,

"Yes I know.....I'm soaking..."

He chuckled at the double entendre in my statement and turned me slowly around to face him. I dropped my gaze; I couldn't look at him. I just couldn't believe that this beautiful man was interested in me. Surely it was a joke and he was going to start laughing any minute, at my expense.

"Look at me Jenny," Mike said firmly, tilting my chin upwards with one finger. Reluctantly I returned his gaze. "I can go right now, if this isn't what you want, just say the word."

"I...I don't know what I want...I'm afraid...It's been so long" I admitted, feeling ashamed that I was so lacking in self confidence.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he reassured me gently. "I won't hurt you."

"But I'm older than you. I'm not beautiful or sexy or..."

"To me you are all of those things and more!" he interrupted me with a grin. "And so what, you are older than me by a few years. Not a lot I imagine. I am fifty odd and you can only be about sixty or so?"

"I am sixty two." I admitted with a sigh.

"Well you sure as hell don't look it!"

I blushed again. "Thanks..."

Mike smiled and bent to kiss me, his lips barely touching mine. I felt myself tingling a little, the contact so fleeting it was hardly there. It wasn't enough and I instantly craved more, so much more.

I could feel the damp heat of his hard body, pressed urgently against mine. It surprised me to see clouds of steam emanating from between us; my feverish skin felt like it was burning up.

Our lips meshed together, tongues gently tasting and exploring. My doubts fought for supremacy in my tortured brain, but my body was winning the battle. It had been too damned long and I needed to be loved a little.

My hands splayed across Mike's chest. His nipples felt like hard pebbles though the wet cotton as I brushed lightly over them. He shivered in response and pulled me closer, crushing my hands between our bodies. The edge of the worktop dug into my ass, but I didn't care; all I cared about was the feel of his hard body against mine.

"Shall we go upstairs?" Mike asked, reluctantly breaking the kiss. I nodded mutely and he took my hand, allowing me to lead the way up the narrow stairs and into my bedroom.

The rain continued to pelt down outside, I shivered a little, more from nerves than cold, Mike noticed this and pulled me in between his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed. The bed stripped earlier of its linen which now lay downstairs in a sodden mass. I didn't care however; all I cared about was this man.

Mike slowly ran his hands from my waist and up my body. He brushed against the sides of my breasts where I let out an involuntary gasp. It had been so long since any man had touched me and I was like a woman dying of thirst who was unexpectedly offered a drink. I wanted to gulp it down, but I knew I should savour slowly it to fully appreciate it.

My nipples were hard and aching. Keeping his gaze fixed on my face, Mike slowly began to unbutton my damp cotton blouse. I could barely breathe, the anticipation of his touch on my naked flesh was excruciating. One by torturous one, he undid its buttons until eventually the blouse slowly parted, revealing my firm breasts.

Carefully he removed the sodden blouse then he slid his hands along my ribs before cupping each breast gently with his work hardened hands, slowly he rubbed his work hardened thumbs across my erect nipples. I flinched and moaned at the sensation; he just smiled, pulled me close then captured a nipple in his lips and suckled gently.

"Oh Mike..." I moaned as he began to nibble the captured teat. My eyes closed as I lost my reason in the hot feel of his mouth on my nipple. Tiny slivers of desire shot down my nerve pathways straight to my clit as I pushed my pelvis into him, seeking relief from the delicious torment.

His hands crept round my back, gently stroking my bottom through my sodden shorts. The material stuck against my heated skin as I pushed into the cradle of his strong thighs. I could feel his fingers deftly undoing the button and then the zip of my shorts. Before I was even aware of it, the shorts were tugged down my thighs and they fell to the floor in a sodden heap.

Suddenly I was pleased I had spent so much time in the garden of late, my legs were toned and slim and my body was in as good a shape as it had ever been. I didn't have the physique of a twenty year old, but it wasn't that bad.

My now, transparent skimpy knickers and resembling a thong, clung eagerly to my body as if it was a last form of defence against my invader. Teasingly, Mike traced small patterns on my feverish skin, circling lower and lower, finally dipping between my parted thighs and stroking across my sex. I gasped out loud, my body jerking constantly with the stimulation.

Mike's fingers rubbed across the crumpled up gusset of my knickers. My legs trembled involuntarily as I held onto his broad shoulders. His mouth kissed its way to my belly, licking and nibbling at my salty skin. It was agonising, I couldn't stand much more of this torment. The need for release was unbearable.

"Please..." I begged; my words barely coherent.

"Please what?" Mike asked teasingly.

"I need..." I paused; it was so damned difficult to say the words. "I need you to..." I gasped as he brushed his fingers over my clit. Oh god! I knew I was going to cum if he carried on touching me like this.

He slipped my knickers down my thighs, pausing for a moment to kiss my stomach. Then he dipped his damp but rough fingers into the sodden cleft of my pussy before parting my lips and sliding deep inside me. It had been so long that I cried out with pleasure as soon as he invaded my tight channel.

Using his thumb he gently rubbed my clit, whilst his fingers wet with my juices, continued their exploration of my pussy as I squirmed between his thighs. How he must be feeling I couldn't imagine. All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop. I could feel my orgasm gaining momentum; the pleasure spiking higher and higher. I buried my face in his hair as he relentlessly increased the pressure and speed, responding to my moans and movements against him.

Then it happened. I exploded into shards of light and colour; my whole body wiped out in a rush of rapturous bliss. For a few seconds I was oblivious to everything, then gradually, slowly, I came down from my high and realised to my horror what I had just done.

I had let a man touch me; a man whom I hardly knew. I felt ashamed even though my body was humming pleasurably in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. It was so unlike me. My long gone husband was the only other man I had been with for almost a quarter of a century. God, what must Mike think of me?

I tried to turn away; I couldn't look at him, I felt so bad. He must have sensed it because he pulled me back and forced me to look at his face.

"Hey," he said gently. "It's okay. I promised I wouldn't hurt you didn't I? Trust me..."

I dared myself to look at him properly. His brown eyes gazed into my soul, dispelling my fears and reassuring my heart that he wasn't going to use me and cast me aside. Slowly my doubts faded and I ventured a weak smile.




Gardening Is Fun - Jenny



"Thank you." I said simply. It seemed an inadequate token of my gratitude when he had just given me the best sex I had had for years.

"No, I need to thank you for allowing me to be here." He smiled and pulled me down for a kiss. I could feel my desire catching alight again, a tiny bush fire just needing a slight wind to waft it into an inferno. The flames licked through my body and I kissed him hungrily.

"You're still in your wet clothes." I commented when we broke for air. I suddenly felt very vulnerable, me naked, him still dressed.

Mike chuckled. "Well do something about it then!" he dared me.

I could feel my insecurities rising again. Was this really a good idea? Maybe I should end this now before it went any further. Oh to hell with it, I thought recklessly. It was about time I had some fun!

He stared at me, waiting to see if I would rise to the challenge. I began by gently rubbing his nipples through his shirt then slowly I ran my hands down his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath the damp cotton. When I reached the waistband of his shorts he sucked in his breath hard and I experienced a surge of power.

I suddenly realised how much he wanted me. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This made me feel incredibly sensuous. For so long I had felt rejected and undesirable. It was a huge boost to my ego to have this gorgeous sexy man shivering with lust before me. God it felt good!

Teasingly I brushed my fingers over the front of his shorts, feeling the power of his bulging cock. He shut his eyes for a moment and I saw the tension in his face. So far it had all been about my pleasure. I wanted to please him too and I grasped the edge of his tee-shirt and pulled it up. He helped me strip it off and I admired with pleasure the naked chest I had so far only ogled from a distance.

His muscles were well defined and his skin bronzed from the sun. A sprinkling of salt and pepper hair covered the upper part of his torso, stretching down into a line that dipped below the waistband of his shorts.

Watching his reaction, I traced this line, first circling lightly around his nipples then slowly sinking lower and lower. His eyes darkened until the irises vanished, eclipsed by his black pupils.

In response to my teasing, he began to tweak my nipples again and soon I was moaning helplessly. No longer was I in control; he was making me hot all over again. He stood up, allowing me to unzip his shorts.

For a moment I paused, enjoying the anticipation of releasing his cock. I kissed the skin on his chest, licked, suckled then bit hard into his nipple. He winced under my onslaught, his nipples becoming tight nubs of sensation.

My hand dipped inside his shorts, grasping his cock firmly. I could feel the thick throbbing heat of him and he groaned with pleasure as I rubbed my thumb over the sticky sensitive head.

"Careful!" he warned as more drops of cum oozed out to lubricate my hand. I dropped to my knees, eager to taste this man. It was something I had never done, not even to my husband.

But this was different, so different. I could do anything I wanted to do. Mike had seen something in me I hadn't known existed. I had never behaved this way before; I had always been inhibited, shy about sex. Suddenly in Mike's company I felt liberated, freed from the narrow restraints that had held me back for so long. It felt wonderful and I wanted to explore my new persona.

Quickly I un-fastened Mike's shorts then along with his pants pulled them down. His cock sprang free, eager for my attention and I was just as eager to give it some. For a moment I studied its large pulsating plum-shaped head with its small eye from which his seed of life would erupt, the thickly veined shaft, with its intricate pattern of veins and ridges, I rejoiced at watching the blood pumping eagerly as testament to his excitement.

A small pearly drop of cum seeped out of the eye, a little jewel of moisture. My tongue flicked out to capture it; scooping it up and tasting its salty flavour. I immediately decided I liked it; Mike's eyes darkened even further as he watched my lascivious display. Another drop appeared and I repeated my action; gratified when he groaned harshly.

"God woman!" he gasped as I smiled triumphantly.

After studying it seriously and carefully, I curled my fingers gently around the thick cock, moving its foreskin back and forth over its deep-red head. Unable to resist the temptation, I gripped the shaft hard and gave it a succession of quick jerks, stopping at the base, with the foreskin drawn well back. Then, drawing it to my face, I took his cock in my mouth, savouring the salty tanginess.

When my lips passed just behind its head, I began to swirl my tongue underneath it. I heard Mike moaning as about half of it entered my mouth. There, it caused me to gag so I withdrew until my lips only covered the slit at the end. I then began another decent and took a little bit more into my mouth. All the while, I was slowly pumping his shaft with my hand. More and more of the clear viscous fluid bathed my tongue.

"Fuck...That feels good..." Mike breathed, his eyes glazed over in lust. I sucked ardently, sliding my lips up and down his shaft in a slow rhythm, my hand first cupping then stroking his balls gently. I wondered what it would taste like if he came in my mouth. This was something I had never done. I had never had the desire to swallow cum before.

Mike threw his head back and wallowed in the sheer bliss of having his cock sucked.

I felt the power within me to control this manhood, demand its essences. Mikes buttocks began to clench. The internal coiled spring tightened within him, his lunges into my mouth got stronger and more urgent. A loud moan escaped him as his cock finally erupted.

I felt a large glob of hot salty liquid fill my mouth. Instinctively, I swallowed and continued to pump him. Withdrawing the shaft quickly from my mouth, I watched as the next spurt splashed across my cheek, still holding Mike's shaft another splashed my nose, followed quickly by a fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh. His sperm now covered my nose, cheeks and lips, some even splashed onto my hair. It was delicious! Wonderful! His final, weak spasms dribbled into my open mouth before I pursed my lips and allowed him to push past my lips where I sucked him with deep affection; then without warning, he pulled away from me, my mouth reluctantly releasing his cock with a gentle pop. I stared up at him in surprise. Why had he done that?

"Stand up now!" he growled harshly.

I obediently stood and he pulled me into his arms then having washed my cheeks and nose with his tongue he kissed me hard on the lips. His weeping cock throbbed against my belly and my pussy welled up with renewed moisture at the thought of his thick shaft penetrating me.

I found myself spun round so that it was me instead of him leaning against the hard edge of the mattress. Mike pushed me backwards so that I lay, my legs parted licentiously before him. I felt like a tropical flower in full bloom, the petals of my sex open and gleaming with honeyed nectar.

"Tell me what you want..." he said, his cock in his hand as he stood poised between my thighs.

I was mute, suddenly embarrassed to ask for what I so dearly wanted. I had never talked like this; it wasn't me at all. He watched me silently, tauntingly. I realised slowly that unless I asked, I wouldn't get.

"I want you." I whispered. My words were barely audible. My cheeks flushed in hot shame at being forced to admit my overwhelming need.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Mike grinned, enjoying my discomfort.

"I need you to fuck me," I said softly.

"Pardon? I didn't quite catch that..."

Bastard! He was pushing me beyond my limits now.

"I want you to FUCK ME!.....Split me open " I shouted at the top of my voice. Then I remembered the window was open and that the rain had stopped. Oh God, what if a passerby had heard!

Mike leant over me and slowly pushed his cock inside my tight channel. "Just as well cos that's what I want too!" he muttered into my mouth as he kissed me, one hand caressing my breast.

I could feel every inch, bump and sinew of his gorgeous cock glide inside me. Every movement provoked a fresh flood of moisture and I squirmed beneath him, the sensations exquisite. His cock felt like it was made for me; it was a perfect fit in every way. Finally, I felt his balls rest on my ass, only then did I know he was fully in me.

I couldn't believe how full he made me feel. I put my hands on his ass and pulled so every possible bit of him was in me. He began a slow but steady withdrawal until just the head remained in me, then he pushed back in.

My legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged in and out of me, our bodies fusing together in a sweaty mass of limbs. My eyes closed and I gripped his back, digging my nails into the flesh although I was barely aware of this. I could feel another orgasm building pace within me, my clit rubbing against the coarse hair of Mike's groin.

It came as a complete surprise to him that he felt another orgasm approaching. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum any minute!" he grunted in my ear.

I couldn't reply, I was too far gone; lost in my own world of pleasure. Once again I came in a flash of delirium. My whole body imploded in a maelstrom of sensation; ripples of bliss blasting through me.

Gathering pace, Mike thrust harder and deeper, with greater urgency. Seeing my eyes screw up with the agony of my ecstasy, my head rolling from side to side, spurred him on. With a final lunge, a cry of elation, his cock erupted once again. He collapsed on me, panting hard as he struggled to regain his breath. After a moment, he rolled on his back and pulled me with him.

I nestled against his warm body, listening to his heartbeat gradually slowing down as he recovered. It was strangely comforting, almost soporific as his cock wilted to the closing of my eyes.

~~~~~

As I lay in bed that night, I fondled my vacant pussy, recalling the attention it had received earlier in the evening. My breathing was steady, as if asleep; I lay on my side staring at my supine lover. Soon I became conscious of a slight movement; Mike was quietly stroking his groin.

Without a word and using my other hand, I reached across to touch his cock. It was rigid and I heard him catch his breath at my touch. For some seconds I lightly clasped his cock, feeling both its warmth and strength. The situation interested me; so much so that the hand fondling my pussy began to fill with leaking juices.

When my thumb scraped the tip of Mike's penis, I felt precum seeping from its eye. Still nothing was said. Adjusting my grasp, I gently began rubbing it up and down. Remembering Mike's earlier gushes, I was ready to witness another. Releasing my hold, I turned back the sheets to reveal a straining cock to the moonlight that beamed through the open window. Here I studied the plum-headed shaft that had given me so much pleasure these past few hours whilst scooping pussy juice onto my fingers. Returning my moistened hand to the hard shaft, I smeared the silky juice over its top and resumed my stroking.

My eyes became totally focussed on the plum-shaped head as my hand rolled its foreskin up and down. Mike murmured with closed eyes. Increasing the pace soon made Mikes body tense up. His buttocks began twitching with increasing energy, lurching and bucking; his groans becoming more urgent. Suddenly, his ass reared from the bed and the eye at the top of his cock dilated to eject a stream of spunk onto his chest. This was quickly followed by another jerk and a stream of spunk splashed across his belly. Then another and another encouraged by my jerking hand. I watched, entranced as my lovers cock first spurted then dribbled its contents onto my clasping hand.

My other hand had not been idle, clawing at my clit, stimulating my debauched mind, it brought about an unexpected orgasm to round off the day: A day of delight and surprises.

In a sluttish mood I lapped up all of Mike's spent seed before taking his slimy cock into my mouth, savouring its texture and salty tanginess. I licked, tongued and sucked its head before my lips sank lower and lower until I gagged. With Mike asleep I began to force myself deeper and deeper onto his cock until it first touched then entered my throat. I soon felt a hand rest gently upon my head, looking up I saw him gazing avidly at me, with my mission accomplished I scooted back up the bed, kissed him then mumbled.

"It would have been such a waste...Go to sleep darling, for tomorrow brings another day"



Gardening Is Fun – Nadine



Hi, I'm Mike and if you've read my stories, you'll know my history

On a very hot and unreasonably humid summer day around the middle of August, I found myself on the receiving end of Mrs. Nadine Broome's affections.

I was mowing her lawn that day because their regular groundsman was off sick and word was getting about that my services were excellent and highly recommended. The lawn covered approximately 6 acres alongside the River Thames. In some ways it looked more like a bowling green than anything else, Rob always mowed and groomed it to perfection.

Mrs. Broome or Nadine as she likes to be known; is approx forty-seven years old but looked every bit as if she were ten years younger. Her skin is taut and its colour that nutty-brown you always get with people from the Caribbean, her breasts are full like two ripe melons.

Her eyes dark and exotic, her hair a natural glossy dark brown and her legs and arms were toned to perfection. Quite simply put, Nadine is highly 'shaggable'. She is always nice to everyone and seems to be totally oblivious to the lust she generates from the men who met her.

As I said before, I was the lucky bastard who landed the job of mowing her lawn that humid summer's day. Unusually for England the sun was beating down mercilessly and I found myself working without my shirt. I usually didn't do that but considering I was sweating 'like a pig' it was more a statement of survival rather than attraction.

I was halfway through, riding my mower along one side of the beech hedge that boxed the lawn in from the rivers edge. That was then I noticed Nadine lounging on the veranda; when I realised she was naked, if it hadn't been for the hedge I would have driven straight into the river. So as not to miss anything I slowed the mower right down on my approach to the veranda and as if on cue, she stood up, bent over and adjusted her lounge chair thus giving me a view of her perfect ass.

"Fucking hell," I mumbled to myself, still busy lusting at the sight before me.

Suddenly the mower bucked and jumped as I clipped an edging stone. A chip bounced and ricocheted inside the mower housing as the blades ravaged it. I quickly let go of the throttle, raised the blade housing and hoped the stone would find a speedy exit.

Shaking my head in disbelief I shut off the engine then cussing like mad I jumped off the seat, knelt down and flipped the mover onto its side. The blades seemed okay, just a few small notches along their edges. The metal housing was scrapped and dented from where the 'chip' had made its numerous impacts otherwise everything else looked okay. I gave a grateful sigh and quickly righted the mower.

"I say..... is everything okay?"

Doing my best to remain cool and calm I turned around; there, in the mottled shade of the trees stood Nadine. She was as nude and carefree as she had been on the veranda. My mouth gaped open almost as fast as the chip had whizzed around in the mower.

"Errr.....Mike?" she asked as she took her sunglasses off, "Are you okay, you look a bit shaken?"

"Yes.....I'm okay" I managed to squeak out. My head was throbbing for some reason, possibly from too much sun.

"What happened?" she asked. I was in awe at her casual attitude about being naked in front of me.

"I ran over the edging," I stuttered as my eyes slowly scanned her body, finally coming to rest on her large, melon shaped breasts. I became fascinated by the way the light and shade from the trees fell on her naked bosom in a sexy patchwork.

"The edging?"

"Yes," I tried to smile, hoping my rapidly rising cock wasn't visible to her eyes.

"Is the mower okay?" she asked.

"Yes," I nodded as my cock betrayed me and began tenting my shorts, "Yes...Just a few dents and scratches."

Nadine reached out and touched my head. When she drew back her hand, there was blood on her fingers, bright and red against her tanned skin. She looked at me and said, "We should fix that."

"Oh!...Where did take come from?" I mumbled dumbly, trying to stifle my reaction to her nudity.

"Mike," she eyed me, "What's wrong?"

"I just..." I began to clasp my hands searching for the right words, "I just never had someone hire me to mow their lawns, uh... as gorgeous looking as you."

Nadine smiled broadly and looked down at her body, "Is that a problem, do I offend you?"

"No...no," I put my hands up, "You're perfect, Nadine, absolutely perfect. It's just that I'm not used to having women walk around naked whilst I'm working."

"Oh," she nodded and then cocked a quizzical brow, "You want me to go put some clothes on?"

"No!" I said, way too eagerly, my voice unintentionally high and broken, "I mean, it just takes some getting use to."

"Come on that cut looks nasty.....Let's clean you up."

As I followed her into the house, I tried to process the fact that here was an insanely gorgeous and completely naked woman leading me, a stranger into her house. Walking behind her, I watched her ass move like some jewelled movement. My cock was now becoming a serious problem as it developed a mind of its own, quickly I reached down and flipped it into a more comfortable position, but still it showed signs of 'tenting'.

'Down, you bastard' I muttered desperately, my body revolting against my brain, 'Down!'

Inside the cool kitchen, I shivered slightly as my body hit the cool air; I only wished my cock would follow. I had assumed once inside Nadine might put on a robe or something, but she remained blissfully nude and unconcerned with the effect her body was having on my cock. Seeing the fridge I thought of getting and dumping an ice tray down my shorts to subdue my erection. I had already embarrassed myself by damaging the mower and somehow injuring myself. A rampant cock was the last thing I needed right now.

"Just sit there by the table," she instructed me, "Whilst I run upstairs and get the first-aid kit."

"Sure," I smiled, watching her leave. "If only?"

I sat at the table and tried to relax. The stools were comfortable; the table was shiny and pristine. I didn't dare touch it. I was dirty and sweaty and didn't want to leave smudges and smears on its finely polished surface; also I didn't want to upset Nadine. So I just sat there and looked about her magnificent kitchen.

"Here we are," Nadine said from behind me.

I turned around and saw that she was still naked. My cheeks blushed fiercely as she walked over to me. Her crotch was completely shaved and the muscles in her toned legs quivered with each step, I felt a little heady as I wondered at what those would feel like wrapped around my body. My cock, which had been resting, instantly started to respond.

"Is it that bad," I said hoping she would keep some distance between us.

"Yes, you have a pretty good gash on your forehead, Mike," she told me, setting the first-aid kit down on the table. It was one of those household kits, green plastic bearing a bold white cross stencilled on the lid and below it equally coloured and prominently printed "FIRST AID"

She sprung open the lid, her movements caused her tits to jiggle and bounce again as I began to wonder if I was suffering from sunstroke or something; but the smell of TCP and the searing pain of the antiseptic soon brought me back to reality.

"Fuck me"

Nadine muttered something incoherently then said "Sorry.....Did that hurt? her attention totally focused on cleaning my cut.

"Not at all," I lied, my pain being subdued by the closeness of her breasts. Her erect nipples sitting upon relatively small areolas in comparison to the size of her breasts.

"Do you think you can finish up out there?" she asked.

"I think so," I replied as my erection tented out my shorts again. I rolled my eyes and prayed she wouldn't notice. I became distinctly aware that my nipples had hardened too.

"I can put some clothes on if you prefer, Mike," she said suddenly, tossing the blooded cotton wool away, and looking directly at me with her dark piercing eyes.

"No, that's okay," I said, "You look great, it's just me."

"Thank you," she smiled coyly. She pulled out a plaster and tore off its wrapper, "I'm a naturist at heart. A lot of the fuddy-duddies around here can't understand that. They think it's immoral or vulgar, but I love it. I can only be my true self in these grounds, sheltered from the outside world."

"Oh," I nodded, "I love nudity too. I would be naked all day if I could."

She looked at me with a wry smile.

"I mean," I stumbled as my tongue inflated in my mouth, "I..."

"Easy Mike," she laughed, pressing the plaster gently to my forehead, "You're going to give yourself a heart attack."

I smiled and nodded. "I'm not very good around beautiful women, especially beautiful naked women."

Nadine smiled and nodded understandingly. She closed the kit and slid it to one side as she leaned against the table and looked at me. She said, "There's nothing wrong with being appreciative of the human body."

"Sure."

"Look," she said glancing at the clock on the far side of the kitchen, "Why don't you take a break?"

"Oh, I better not," I said, "I should finish up."

"Mike," she put her hand on mine and I swear my heart nearly stopped, "Take a break."

"Okay," I said hesitantly.

"You're uncomfortable?"

"No," I said. The truth was I was getting too comfortable and it was worrying me. The more I stared at her body the more I became used to it. The more I became used to it the more I was going to relax. With relaxation came familiarity and easiness. I could easily imagine me reading too much into her generous behaviour and making a move far too inappropriate to forgive.

"You know what might help?"

'A stiff drink perhaps?'

"Take off your clothes .....Join me," suggested Nadine.

I choked then laughed a little but when I saw she wasn't joking, I found myself suddenly reluctant to look at her at all. I said, "Nadine that might not be a good idea."

"You don't want to be naked like me?" she asked, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh no," I recovered, "It's not that. It's just that, well, you're married and I'm not and you're so..."

"Mike," she took my hand and squeezed it, "Come on...Take off your clothes and relax."

I sighed for knew I was about to do a very stupid thing. As with many stupid ideas and things in my life, I listened to the wrong head and found myself slipping out of my shoes and socks. Nadine watched me as she leaned against the worktop, her legs casually crossed, her eyes filled with amusement. I took a deep breath then dropped my shorts to the stone floor.

Her eyes darted down to my painfully erect cock and she grinned a wicked half-smile that was sexy and yet dangerous at the same time. She looked up at me and commented, "I can see you're happy to see me."

I looked for something to say, anything; anything that could be witty or non-suggestive. After coming to terms with the fact that I had nothing, I smiled sheepishly and shrugged my shoulders.

"Come on," she said, taking my hand and leading me outside into the furnace of the afternoon sun. We walked down a paved path, passing many a rose bush, soon we reached the beech hedge separating us from the river where she opened a small wicker gate, there we turned and walked towards a group of willow trees, the river moving idly past us.

"Someone might see us," I mumbled.

"Who cares, I don't" Nadine looked at me as she reached into a long green bin, extracted a couple of rush-mats, and laid them on the ground. Placing my hands on my hips, I confidently looked at the far bank; thick foliage, brambles and water iris made this impassable to intruding swimmers, whilst Willow trees lined our bank and made us a perfect shelter; we sat down on the mats as the sun raged overhead. There was a long silence between us, as though Nadine were debating something in her mind. I could see her thinking as her eyes looked out across the sparkling water. I propped my back against the bin and tried to get used to the rough matting digging into my ass.

"Busy year, Mike?" she asked me after what seemed like an eternity.

"Yeah, you could call it that" I replied.

"Is it what you always wanted?"

"I hope so; I've put a lot of time and energy in for it not to succeed."

She nodded approvingly.

This was getting way too awkward for me and I began thinking of reasons for me to leave. I couldn't believe I was sat naked this close to Nadine Broome, but at the same time I was ready to pass out from the need to go and fuck someone and Nadine was not helping matters as she sat there, looking like some kind of goddess.

"I should go," I stood up and brushed the fallen leaves off my naked body.

Nadine stood up with me, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I should finish the lawn before your husband gets home."

She looked out across the water and said, "That bastard isn't coming home."

"What?" I asked.

She sighed and ran a slender hand through her glossy dark brown hair which stretched her breasts to perfection, "He left me a month ago, Mike."

My mouth dropped open. John Broome was one of the pillars of our town. I couldn't believe he would stray for a mercy fuck, let alone an affair; especially with a woman like this at home. There wasn't anyone better in town to be with. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I finally said, "Who with.....Why?"

Nadine looked at me over her shoulder and then back out across the river, "One of his engineers at work."

"That's impossible," I thought about all the people who worked there, "There were no women engineers working there..."

"Yea.....Funny, isn't it?" she said dryly.

"No.......No way" I said as I suddenly realised what Nadine was trying to tell me.

"Yep." She said with a nod

"With who?"

"Does it matter.....I caught them together last month and John hasn't been home since."

"Wow."

"Yeah," she shrugged, "Who would have guessed?"

"It doesn't make any sense," I said, "If he was gay, why pick the hottest woman in the world for a wife?"

Nadine said nothing.

"Massive denial," I muttered to myself

"Mike," Nadine said, "I need something from you."

"You do?" I asked as my balls began to tingle.

"I want to fuck you," she said quietly, her back still to me.

I swallowed hard. "You....WHAT!!!"

"I want you to fuck me" she nodded as I stood and walked towards her, my legs acting without my permission. Like my cock, they knew no master when it came to this kind of stuff. I stood behind her and caught a faint whiff of her expensive perfume. Jesus, she smelled good.

"Think you can handle it?" she asked, turning too quickly and bumping in to me. Her free hand fell onto my sweat-covered chest and remained there for a wonderfully extended moment. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with such a certain passion and need that there was no doubt in my mind she was serious. I could only look back at her, the now powerful sunlight sparkling through the foliage above us and catching her eyes, lighting them so I could see her pupils.

"I can handle it," I said as confidently as I could.

I raised my hands and touched her skin. As I pressed my fingers against her back and drew her to me I felt suddenly very sure of myself. All my fears and inhibitions melted away as she looked at me. It was so surreal, everything from the nudity we had engaged in to being down by the river in the open to John being a closet homosexual.

Nadine looked at me, her dark brown hair lit by the dappled sun. "You really think I'm hot?" she asked simply.

"Yes I do"

She wrapped her arms around my neck, resting them on my shoulders as she drew close to me. Her body was warm from the sun and when she pressed up against my throbbing member I nearly lost it right there. Her lips were moist and full, slightly parted to reveal her white teeth. She looked at me expectantly.

"Is this weird for you?" she asked as her fingers traced circles around the back of my neck.

"No," I smiled.

"You know," she said suddenly, "I can't have children."

"I'm so sorry," I frowned.

"No Mike," she shook her head and smiled at me, "I mean we don't have to use condoms."

"That's okay, neither can I" I replied as my hands slid up her sides and under her breasts, cupping them. My heart was pounding in my ears as I felt her silky skin. The generous swells of her breasts were beyond anything I had imagined in my dreams. They brought to mind images of soft pillows and silky clothes as I gently began massaging them. Her nipples were hard points against my palms and she shivered.

"That feels nice, Mike," she said.

"Tell me your dreams," I said.

"I've been dreaming about you for awhile now," she said matter-of-factly.

"What would your husband think?" I asked as I began kissing her ear and neck, using the most passionate and gentle kisses I knew how to give.

"Fuck him, the bastard" Nadine moaned and she tilted her head back, "He didn't truly love me. And I feel so lonely, Mike..."

"No one should feel that lonely," I breathed hotly against her skin as I began licking the delicate shape of her left ear, "I can't imagine anyone better than you."

"Thank you," she smiled. Her hands were slowly working their way down my backside, running over my flesh like phantom sensations. I felt her grasp my buttocks and squeeze as I kissed her neck and nuzzled her jaw line. The satin comfort of her breasts filled my hands as I began rubbing her nipples and rolling them back and forth between my fingers.

"I want you," I whispered into her ear. She looked up at me slowly. She parted her lips and then with one hand pulled my face to hers. Our lips locked together and we kissed deeply. My hand slid down her stomach as our tongues intertwined, and I let my fingers escape to the flat expanse below her navel. Her tongue felt so good in my mouth, and her taste was sweet and passionate. She began leaning into me as we kissed, pushing me down to the ground. She straddled me, her thighs tight around my hips and her crotch against mine.

"If we do this," she said, "You need to know a few things."

"Sure," I said, marvelling at her gorgeous breasts as the river continued on beside us.

"This is nothing more than fucking," she told me as she ran her fingernails over my torso, "We're just two friends in need of relief."

"I have no problem with that."

Nadine smiled as she grinded her moist, hot crotch against me. "And we don't tell anyone what happened here, got it?"

"Tell anyone what?" I asked.

"Smart man," she said as she sat back and began rubbing her clitoral hood. Her breasts swayed with every movement, casting shadows across the smooth terrain of her body,mesmerising me. Her pussy was pink, extremely pink, moist and inviting, and I stared with unabashed fascination and appreciation. She rubbed her miniature 'cock' back and forth as she looked at me intently.

"How long have you been dreaming about me?" I asked.

"Well," she smiled as she began fingering her cunt, "How long have I had the chair at the local WI?"

"No kidding?" I grinned.

"Don't you think I should vet everyone who seeks our recognition, after all the WI isn't just Jam and Jerusalem these day's!"

I closed my eyes and laughed. "You're unbelievable."

"Thank you," she replied, her eyes never leaving mine as her wet fingers slipped down from her sopping cunt and began rubbing against my shaft, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," I said as I put my arms behind my head, "No.....Never."

She smiled at me and then looked down. My cock was rigid, sticking up like a tree trunk, pulsing and leaking precum, in need of urgent attention. She grabbed my cock and began slowly masturbating me. Her breathing matched mine as she jerked me off. I closed my eyes as she pistoned my manhood, her other hand occasionally stroking my balls. Her hands were gentle and yet rough as she worked their magic on me. Her tits bounced and swayed with her every movement.




Gardening Is Fun – Nadine



She lent forward occasionally and started kissing me as she worked me. Our tongues danced together, lapping at one another frantically as she brought me closer and closer to my inevitable orgasm. I was now moaning and groaning against her lips as the pressure began to build up in my balls and the base of my shaft.

"I want you to cum for me," she said between kisses.

"I can do that," I managed, my body pulled taut as I fought off the orgasm for as long as I could.

"Fighting it, are we?" she keenly observed as she quickened her strokes, "I love a challenge."

I shifted my thoughts to other things as she continued.

"Let's see here how you are with this," she smiled devilishly as she slid down my body. Not missing a stroke, she switched her hand for her lips. Immediately my cock was sucked into her hot mouth, her tongue rolling over me as she bobbed up and down on my shaft, my swollen head tingling and ringing like an alarm, warning me of the impending eruption. I could hear her wet, sloppy sucking of my cock as she moaned against my head.

I tried to recall the names of all the movies I had seen on and then when that didn't work I tried to remember the names of the three girls from Bananarama, a favourite group of mine in my younger days

Nadine swirled her tongue around my head.

'Sarah,' I thought wildly...

She was licking my balls and sucking them into her mouth.

'Karen,' I thought as the wave of my climax began to crest, '...OH SHIT what was the other one called?.....Fuck! ....."Nadine!"

Nadine sucked my cock back into her mouth; her teeth scraped a little causing a pain that excited me more than it hurt.

'What was the other ones name?!' my mind screamed.

"Mmmm," she groaned around my shaft, her voice vibrating through me. She began to rapidly move her head up and down, sucking me off, and causing the familiar pressure in my sack to intensify a hundred fold. Her eyes gazed up at me as my cock slid in and out of her mouth, rolling with her tongue under her cheeks.

"Oh God," I raised my body on my elbows as she sucked on me. I coiled forward as she worked me over and reached down to her tits. I cupped her breasts in my hands and fondled them. They were big and firm, and yet gravity had no pull on them at all. Her motions were fluid and rhythmic as she passionately sucked me off. Her hair tickled my stomach as I massaged her tits. Time seemed to stand still as she pleasured me.

I was pathetically trying to think of that last girl from " Bananarama " but found my mind resting in a thick erotic haze.

I slid my fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head, slowly pushing my cock in her mouth. I found myself charged with a crazy need for dominance and began fucking her face. Nadine held still in my grip, my cock pumping to the back of her throat, her boobs pressed against my thighs like two sumptuous fleshy pillows. I leaned my head back as I surrendered myself to the instinctual impulses of my sex drive.

Nadine cupped her large breasts in her slender hands and squeezed them, her nipples standing out as dark nubs against the tanned flesh of her breasts. She groaned around the girth of my cock in her mouth, sliding her hands all over her tits in a sensual rub. I could feel myself losing control, the orgasm rocketing up through my passage as I fucked her mouth. She grasped my hips and held on tight.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted as my cock spasmed and filled her mouth with cum. She violently grabbed my member with her right hand and pumped it in her mouth. I held her head to me tight so that she couldn't pull away. Somehow, I doubted she even wanted to as she sucked me hard, slurping the sticky cum into her mouth. As I unloaded in her, some seeped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled to her chin, the contrast was unbelievable.

She lapped up my spilt seed, her tongue leaving a wet glossy trail behind as she cleaned me off. Nadine still straddling me swung around and offered her pussy to me. I could smell her sweet nectar as I immediately set to work, forsaking her sopping cunt and going right for her prominent clit. I swirled around it, flicking and suckling on it as I fingered her ass. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting her dark brown hair fall loosely at her shoulders. My face was becoming slick with her juices as I lapped and suckled at her hard clit, letting my hands roam up her body and cupped breasts. I reached down and trapped her nipples between my fingers and began squeezing. Nadine moaned and began writhing.

"Pinch them you bastard.....Pinch them" she breathed

I pinched and pulled at her teats, whimpering against the pleasure as I teased her. Her hips were swaying now, mimicking the motions of sex as I pushed her towards her orgasm. I was determined to stay down there for as long as it took to make her scream. She was now moaning loudly as I worked my tongue and teeth over her, finally, she reached breaking point.

Her hips whip lashed violently, tearing her clit away from my mouth, her hands dug into my thighs and her back arched as the orgasm tore through her. Her cum splashed my face in several miniature musky squirts as she rode the lighting of her climax. Her thighs tightened around my face as she moaned the word "Yes" over and over and again. Her voice echoed through the trees as it rolled over the river. Finally, the wave subsided and she rolled off me and collapsed on the ground.

"Oh God Mike" she breathed, "That was fucking awesome."

I turned and kissed her deeply, her cum still fresh on my tongue. She embraced me with a fevered passion as our legs tangled together. My cock was hard and ready to go again as she rolled to her side, her back facing me. She parted her legs and exposed her pussy to me. I scooted up behind her, propped myself up on my elbow as she lifted her leg and grabbed my cock. With a quick movement of her hand, I was inside her hot interior. She was so fucking tight as I slid in, I thought I might die.

"No not too deep," she hissed lustily, "You're far too big for me..."

"Okay....How's this" I moaned as my hips began to move back and forth on their own.

"Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each thrust of my hips, "Just like that...yes...fuck...yes"

After a couple of minutes, these short strokes were causing my body to tire quickly so I gave her one final thrust and then pulled out. Having changed my angle slightly I went to push my slick cock back in but only succeeded in sliding my wet shaft across Nadine's ass, leaving a sticky trail behind.

Nadine looked back over her shoulder at me and asked "Would you prefer to fuck my ass?"

I raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"If you look in the bin you should see a tube of K-Y, don't ask how I know, just use it"

I reached for the tube of K-Y jelly, opened it then squeezed out a generous glob, I began liberally coating the area around Nadine's ass. This action didn't seem to bother her any so I carefully added an index finger, working more and more jelly into her. Another finger and more jelly was pushed passed her sphincter and into her rectum, and so it went on until I deemed Nadine's ass loose enough to accept my cock.

With her beautiful sexy ass up in the air, her pose was so enticing and erotic, I slid the head of my cock up and down her slit, teasing her clit at the bottom of each stroke, pulling out and tapping up against it. After several minutes, I removed my fingers and positioned my cock at the opening of Nadine's nethermost region. I was then able to slide a couple of inches of my well-lubricated shaft directly into her ass-hole without any problem. The only time Nadine reacted was after the initial penetration of her sphincter muscle.

"Oh! My god..."Oh fuck, FUCK! It's not a cock it's a fucking monster" Nadine screamed, as she gently tried to force herself onto my cock.

At this point I told her to relax, clench her ass as if she was having a good dump then be still while she got used to the 'monster' inside her; reaching again for the K-Y jelly I took another generous glob from the tube and began to liberally re-coat the reminder of my cock that was still more than halfway out of Nadine's ass. Between her relaxation, the pauses and the K-Y jelly, I was soon able to fully enter Nadine's beautiful ass. Boy was she tight; the sight of her very pink lips stretched around my thick cock was almost too much for me.

"Ease up a bit"

I held onto her shapely hips and slowly eased back my cock. Her breathing shallowed as I again probed deeper. I could feel the spasmodic flexing of her buttocks, threatening to milk the cum out of me before I was ready. Nadine arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfilment.

"Oh God yes," she moaned as she slammed her ass against my thrusts.

Soon I felt another orgasm building up speed inside me. I couldn't believe it.

"Get on your back," Nadine said as she broke free. I flipped over onto my back then she straddled and faced me as she settled in over my rampant shaft.

She grasped my cock, dipped her hand into her dripping cunt and then plastered my cock with her nectar, wetting me up for an easy entry. She then re-positioned her ass and eased herself down on me. My cock slipped past her tight sphincter. I watched with amazement as she gasped and clenched her buttocks around my shaft, finally Nadine bent her head down and watched its slow penetration. She moaned, biting her lower lip as my cock filled her ass and stretched her out. Eventually with my cock cloaked by her body she began to ride me, her pace quick and frenzied.

I could only try and keep my breathing under control and try not to come too early. I figured as this was the second time, it should take a little longer to get there. But she was so tight and demanding that I knew I wouldn't last for long.

"Oh yes...yes...yes...yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard stood on a pair of partially raised areolas'. A hand found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as she rode my cock, the other found my nipple and began to squeeze and tug in unison.

I grunted and yelped as she hammered herself.

"Slap my ass, pinch my tits" she moaned dreamily.

I slapped her ass and pinched her tits as she continued to torture and ride me.

Nadine cried out, ramming down hard on me as she fingered her clit. Her fingers worked her clit over and over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back. She uttered a scream of unladylike filth as her ass slammed down on my cock and she came hard enough to scare the birds out of the trees around us. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around my cock that my field of vision exploded with stars again and again as my cock ejaculated deep inside her bowels.

I cried out as my seed exploded out of my cock and filled her up. Nadine now tore at her breasts, her head thrown back and mouth wide open as I unloaded my seed, my cock continually jerking and pumping. Her rectum was welded around my shaft as I cried out grasped her hips and drove my cock deep inside her. My whole body was pulsing and racing as I slowly came down from the plateau of my climax. Everything felt numb, from my lips to my toes as I brought my breathing back under control.

Finally, as my vision returned and my cock slowly deflated, we uncoupled and collapsed on the mats in a sweaty heap. I slid my arms around her and rested my face between her breasts as she ran her hands through my hair.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I will be, give me time" she huffed as she too struggled for breath.

I kissed her gently on the lips as our legs entangled together.

"I've got to work on being able to receive you and making you last longer," she whispered.

"I'm sorry," kissing her neck.

"Don't get me wrong Mike," Nadine smiled, "You're the best fuck I've had in a very long time. It's just your size and stamina that's the problem."

"I'm a fast learner," I replied.

Nadine licked my lips and kissed me, "And I'm a good teacher."

We lay there for God knows how long before a thought came rushing into my mind. I looked at her and asked, "Fancy a swim?"

She looked up at the sky and then after a moment said, "Yes...why not."