8 comments/ 42755 views/ 11 favorites Mr. Carruthers' Garden By: Drmaxc Bryony knocked at the painted green door and waited for an answer. Mr. Carruthers had answered her advertisement for gardening services. Well actually a lot of people had answered her advertisement and it looked liked business would be good. She had come to have a look at his garden and see what he wanted her to do; she also wished to see whether she wanted to work at his garden; he had sounded nice on the phone but she also liked to give her customers the 'once over.' Bryony was twenty-two, a solidly built girl, particularly now she did a lot of digging and barrowing, dark haired with a round face and laughing eyes (as her friends said). She had always wanted to be a gardener, loved plants, their scents, colours, textures and uses. She was as happy as a sand boy digging, planting and weeding. She had been like that since she was a little girl, always with grubby knees and dirty clothes - the despair of her mother - but she had turned out well. She was happy and, now following college, likely to be successful in her chosen life. She looked at the house surrounding the green painted front door. A wide red brick house with wooden sash windows. A large wisteria grew up and over the door; its mauve flowers set against the green leaves looked a picture. It needed some hard pruning thought Bryony but not at this time of year. Not much of a front garden. She turned to look at it. No real work required to look after what was little more than a strip - though she liked the cottage garden feel, particularly the tall hollyhocks. A little bit of rust here and there but that was to be expected and not a lot she could do about that without changing the varieties and... "Miss Brackshaw?" A voice behind her disturbed her pleasant gardening thoughts. "I...hallo yes, Mr. Carruthers? I was looking at your hollyhocks." "Ah yes, lovely, they self seed, they have always been there." Bryony sensed that meant a very long time. Mr. Carruthers himself was old, perhaps eighty Bryony judged but he could be more." "Do come in." It was cool inside. Standing on the doorstep in the full sun had been warm. Not that Bryony minded. She was content in all weathers, sun, rain, sleet or snow she would be outside. "Come and see the garden." The heat of the sun and the scent of the garden hit her in an almost physical way like walking into a wall. She stopped dead, her pulse rate rising and she breathed in deeply. "I have always liked a perfumed garden," said her future employer after a moment and with a hint of a smile." Bryony did not really hear him as she stared at the most wonderful garden. There was no question; she just had to work here. She had not appreciated, from her view of the front of the house, just what was behind it. The garden was enclosed covering a couple of acres or more and entirely walled to about eight foot high in old red bricks. It truly was a secret garden. Neatly gravelled paths radiated between neatly mown lawns from a central pond and disappeared behind hedges and shrubs. She walked towards the pond with its splashing fountain almost in a trance. The pond was circular, stone edged with water lilies and, in the cool water, golden orf darted this way and that in the sunshine. "You like the garden?" said Mr. Carruthers following her down the path and leaning on his stick. The scent of the flowers seemed to grow stronger and the sun hotter. "It's lovely," said Bryony, "I..." Shall I let you wander and see - there's no one about? I'll be sitting over there when you've had a look." He walked back towards the house and sat down on an old wooden bench and watched Bryony. Bryony wandered delighted, discovering fresh surprises at every turn. Plants, shrubs and trees she knew well and others she had not encountered before. Seats strategically positioned to catch a particular view. Statues peeping out from recesses in hedges or placed to terminate a vista. Stone statues, lead statues, some big, some small. All of naked or partially clothed figures both male and female, Bryony noticed the lack of clothing but that was not unusual for garden statues. Nothing tasteless. No little boys peeing into ponds or anything like that. In fact quite the opposite. Very good classical and other work indeed. She made her way back across the garden to where the old man sat in his linen suit and straw hat. He watched her coming up the path and stood as she reached him. Bryony had not noticed the lemonade beside him but now he poured out two glasses. "Wonderful weather. The garden is looking just perfect at present. I sit in it often, well most of the time and just look. I like to see the changes. I like simply to sit and watch the garden. This time of year the garden is perhaps at its best. The scents are so strong." "I have never smelt so strong a scent on the air. I can't place it." "Ah!" he said, getting up and walking stiffly across to a bush bursting with vivid orange coloured blossom. He picked a spray and brought it back. "This will be it." Bryony put the spray to her nose and breathed deeply the heady scent. She felt a little lightheaded; it certainly had a strong and lovely scent. "I..." "Drink your lemonade, now tell me would you be interested in working here?" "Oh yes, very much, it would be such a pleasure." "Ah, yes such a pleasure. I am sure it will be. What are your terms of business?" They discussed days and remuneration. "So why did you decide to become a gardener?" "I've always loved plants, small ones, big ones, trees, shrubs, perennials, annuals. Seeing tiny little seeds sprout and develop. I like to see things grow." "Yes, the many wonders of nature," said Mr. Carruthers with a smile, "there will be plenty of opportunity for you to make things grow in this garden." "Are there any specific tasks or things I need to know about?" Bryony put the spray to her nose and sniffed again. The heady feeling came again. "What is this?" "I've never been quite sure. It just grows. I brought it back with me from a long way away. Now things you should know about? Well let me see, I suppose I'd better tell you this is a naturist garden." "Seems more of a formal garden than a natural garden'" said Bryony a little puzzled, "I could certainly put in a natural area but that doesn't really seem the theme. Is there land beyond the wall that can be natural?" "No, no what is walled is the entirety of the garden and no I didn't quite mean that. I said naturist. You see, normally people don't wear clothes in the garden." "Oh, I...I see. It's certainly very hot for clothes today but..." Bryony thought. She did so very much want to work in this garden. " Presumably I don't have to take my clothes off?" "Oh no, no of course not, unless of course, you wanted to. It's just that I, and my friends may not always be clothed and I didn't want you to be embarrassed or shocked or anything. I thought I should tell you. It's been my, well, my hobby since... a very long time anyway. I am sure it will not worry you at all." The scent lingered in Bryony's nostrils. She could not see a problem and no she would not be embarrassed. It was rather a different matter when Bryony arrived for her first day two days later. She was not so sure about this nudity thing and, whilst it was a lovely garden... still she had agreed to the job and if she didn't like it well she could give it up. She knocked at the green door. Mr. Carruthers, contrary to her concern, was there in his linen suit as before so that was all right. Bryony went out into the garden and set to work. It was hot and what with watering, weeding and other work she was soon in need of a refill for her water bottle. Mr. Carruthers had said she could use the kitchen at any time and she went in search of a glass of water. She walked up the gravel path admiring the plants and enjoying the heady scents. She came up to Mr. Carruthers almost without seeing him there. He was sitting in the seat he had sat in when they had drunk lemonade two days before but this time apart from his sun hat he was completely naked. Bryony went red. He was sitting there calmly with nothing on at all. Bryony could even see his penis lying there on his thigh before she looked quickly away, "Hello," she said hurrying past with her eyes averted. The old man watched her scurry towards the kitchen and smiled. Bryony continued to see him all morning occasionally moving about the garden under his sun hat. She tried to keep away from him but that was not possible. She was sitting by the orange blossom bush having just finished her lunch when he came up to her. "Enjoying the scent? He reached out and broke some blossom off and handed it to her. It was difficult not to look at him as he was standing near her and talking to her. She looked up and inevitably her eyes glanced at his hanging penis and balls before looking at his face. She blushed; she had not meant to do that. She took the blossom and put it to her nose. Once again the giddy feeling came and passed. "You are comfortable with me being naked, aren't you. It's just a custom in my private garden." "Oh, no it's just a bit unusual at first but natural of course." It did indeed seem to Bryony that it was not a problem after all and his nakedness no longer seemed to worry her. It was not as if she was going to go around naked in the garden. No, she would stick to her tee shirt and jeans. She imagined herself wandering around in just a pair of Wellington boots and nothing else. That made her giggle. She stood, "Well, better get back to work." Two days later she was working in the garden again. Mr. Carruthers had given her a key to a side door through the wall straight into the garden so she did not have to disturb him when she arrived. It also meant she could start early before the heat of the day built up. It was lovely walking around the garden with the dew still on the ground and the dawn chorus, or at least its latter stages, still to be heard. She was surprised to see Mr. Carruthers was already up and sitting close to the house eating his breakfast, naked without even his hat. Bryony set to work in the greenhouse watering and potting. The rising sun steadily increased the temperature in the greenhouse. The scent of the orange coloured blossom drifted in. Sweat ran down Bryony's face and her arms. Her bra felt hot and constricting and she wished she had put a skirt on. Jeans were practical to a point but not cool. She wriggled her shoulders and looked around. The old man was not to be seen. She reached round and up into her tee shirt, undid her bra strap and slipped the whole thing out of one armhole and into a back pocket. That felt a lot better, her breasts swung in unison in her tee shirt as she worked. She glanced down, "Very Charlie Dimmock," she thought wryly and smiled. The lack of a bra was not missed on Mr. Carruthers when he came into the greenhouse a little later. They talked about the plants and what and where Mr. Carruthers would like the growing plants planted. She had become used to the old man's peculiarity of walking around naked. It did not worry her. After all given his age she hardly saw him in a sexual way. He was probably past all that anyway. What she was not prepared for was the man cutting the grass. She had heard the sound of the lawnmower for some time but had not thought to go and see who was cutting the lawns and certainly she had not expected to find a naked person cutting the grass. In retrospect she realised this should not have been a surprise, Mr. Carruthers had not, after all, said he would be the only naturist. Bryony came up a path with the lawn mower getting louder, she turned a corner and there was a man she had not seen before pushing an Atco cylinder mower. If maleness can be equated with hirsuteness he was maleness personified. Standing six foot tall with a great mass of black curly hair above an enormous black beard was a man with the hairiest body Bryony had ever seen for real or in pictures. Black curly hair covered his chest, his arms, thighs and, she expected, even his back. Bryony did not miss the mass of black curly hair at the junction of his thighs or miss the impressively large penis swinging as he walked along behind the mower. Bryony made to leave in a hurry but he looked up from the mower so she had to say something, "Oh...hallo," said Bryony, "I'm the new gardener, Bryony." "Jones, Craig Jones," he said and turned the mower, revealing his back was indeed thickly covered in black hair, and walked away from her cutting another straight line across the lawn. Even his small muscular bottom was not uncovered by black curly hair. The scent of the orange coloured blossom came strongly towards her. "Almost decent without any clothes with that hair," thought Bryony, "well apart from his very obvious thing." She scurried away surprised and unsure whether she quite accepted this naturist concept. She walked a circuitous way around to the house for a drink. She came upon Mr. Carruthers who once again had lemonade. She sat with him. The scent of the orange-blossomed bush was very strong where he was sitting. After a while he mentioned Craig. "Have you met Craig, he's cutting the grass?" "Yes, I was a bit surprised by..." Mr. Carruthers smiled, "Well, I did warn you, it is very hot and, well it's what we do here. I hope you didn't mind. It did not offend you?" The scent was strong; Bryony took another sip of her lemonade. No she wasn't offended or upset. It was natural after all. Despite a sudden downpour and a generally wet weekend it was still hot in the garden when Bryony let herself in through the side gate the next week. She had put on a denim skirt this time and felt much cooler as she dug in the flowerbeds, her sensible brown work shoes pushing the spade in. Towards lunchtime she passed the orange-blossomed bush on the way to the greenhouse. The scent seemed if anything stronger after the rain and Bryony almost tripped, it was so overpowering. She would have to try to take some cuttings from it in the autumn. It was hot in the greenhouse even with all the vents open. She slipped her bra off again but it was still very hot. She worked on, a waft of air, a cool breeze drifted in but it brought the scent of the orange flowers. Bryony paused and looked around. Well nobody was looking and anyway in this garden of all places it hardly mattered. She pulled the tee shirt over her head and carried on with her work. Her hands were dirty and covered in compost which contrasted with the cleanliness of her now exposed breasts as they gently moved from side to side as she worked. The feel of the sun on her nipples caused them to harden a little, small buds in circles of brown. The old man passing the greenhouse saw her and was pleased. His garden was having its, not unexpected, effect on her moulding her to his preferences. Bryony did not put her tee shirt back on again when she went to work outside the greenhouse. She had forgotten about it and only became conscious of her bare chest as she came towards the house. Mr. Carruthers was not alone. He was taking tea with a number of other old gentlemen all naked. He waved pleasantly at her and his friends turned and nodded to her. She was embarrassed but they seemed unconcerned as if nakedness was nothing to remark upon, though all took in the fullness of her breasts with their dark brown nipples. "What could I have been thinking of?" she thought the next day when working in a different garden. She would not have dreamt of taking her shirt off here. What would old Mr. and Mrs. Ludkin have thought? Mr. Ludkin would probably have had a heart attack and the look of disapproval from Mrs. Ludkin's sour face would be worse than usual. Letting herself in by the garden gate, Bryony looked happily around the walled garden. How she enjoyed working here. How she loved the garden. About eleven o'clock she came up to the kitchen for some coffee and a biscuit. Two pretty young girls were on one of the lawns setting out tables and chairs. They were laughing and joking together and waved at Bryony. "You must be Bryony, the new gardener. I'm Becky and this is Jessica. We do on-site catering." "Hello, yes that's me. So, Mr. Carruthers has a bit of a party today?" "Just a lunch for his friends. He does that a lot." "And he likes you to be naked?" "Oh, well we didn't at first but well, we've sort of joined in with the Rules of the Garden, it just felt right; didn't it Jessica?" Jessica giggled and turned red. Bryony got her coffee and sat on a bench near them and watched. They were both pretty girls. Becky perhaps a little plump with a long blond pigtail down her back neatly tied with a pink ribbon. Its end stroked the dimples at the top of her bottom as it swayed when she moved. Her ample breasts similarly bobbed and bounced when she lent forward or moved. Her sex was shaved so she looked like a little girl down there. Jessica was a redhead with a mass of flame coloured curls tumbling over her shoulders. She had small breasts with coral pink nipples, an impressively flat stomach and tight flame red curls below. Bryony did not know what to think. She was a bit surprised but there again she had gone around all one afternoon bare breasted. The scent of the flame orange flowers blew over her. How she loved this garden, it always felt so peaceful, so happy and so warm here. The sun beat down. It really would be more comfortable without her tee shirt on. Becky and Jessica moved about laughing as they set up the tables, their breasts bobbing as they moved. A garden sprinkler was playing on the lawn nearby throwing a fine spray this way and that. Becky pulled at Jessica and pointed and they both went and stood in its spray for a few moments, before returning to the tables, water droplets shining on their skin. "It's very cooling," called Becky to Bryony. The scent was strong. Bryony longed to do what they had done. Reaching up she pulled off her tee shirt in one decisive movement with her bra quickly following into her skirt pocket. She got up and walked into the spray. It was indeed cooling splashing not only up onto her back, her shoulders and breasts but also on her legs and up inside her skirt and onto her thighs. She spun around letting the spray cool the whole of her body. "Lovely," she called to Becky and Jessica. Of course she was rather damp walking back down the garden to her work but nonetheless lovely and cool. Damp limbs on a hot day are cool, a damp skirt does not much matter as it will quickly dry but wet knickers were not so pleasing. In the greenhouse she took them off. Half way through the afternoon Becky and Jessica brought her a mug of tea and they sat and chatted in the shade. They talked about the garden, about Mr. Carruthers and then the talk turned to Craig. Becky and Jessica were sorry to have missed him as he was not cutting the grass that day though he would be at work again the next day. Their talk turned to his body and Bryony was quite surprised by their rather lewd comments. She got the impression they had done more than just look at him. Bryony was surprised at herself when she let herself into the garden on the following day as her eyes immediately darted about not looking for Mr. Carruthers but for Craig. She rather liked the idea of seeing him again, she had had an idle daydream of being somewhere secret and able to watch him without him suspecting rather than simply making furtive glances. She shook her head; it was men who were meant to ogle girls not vice versa. She walked across the garden past the orange flowered bushes. Their scent was subdued in the early morning but their flowers as flame orange as ever. Mr. Carruthers was standing by the bush with his back to Bryony. "Good morning, Mr. Carruthers." He turned, "Good morning my dear, I was just admiring the garden. You are keeping it well. Are you enjoying your time here?" Mr. Carruthers' Garden "Oh yes, Mr. Carruthers, it is simply the most wonderful garden. I do like it here." "And I see you have half adopted our customs?" "What.... oh I see, well it's been very hot and well, when in Rome and all that!" Mr. Carruthers laughed, "Yes indeed, and will we win you over entirely I wonder? Do smell the blossom it is so lovely this morning." Bryony bent to the blossom and breathed in through her nose. Once again the strangely detached feeling came over her. "Bryony, you will, I am quite sure, feel a need to free yourself soon. The garden is a safe and lovely place." Bryony smiled at Mr. Carruthers a little vacantly and headed down to the potting shed and greenhouse. It was a particularly hot day and she hardly thought twice as she hung her tee shirt, bra and pants on an old nail banged into the back of the shed door and set to work dressed just in her working denim skirt About ten-thirty she felt a need to answer a call of nature. It was a long way up to the house and more than once before when working there she had thought of simply nipping into the seclusion of some large shrubs by the path. This time she did just that, squeezing in between the branches. There was quite a lot of room inside, the branches hanging down and the leaves, seeking the light, all being on the outside. It was cool inside the shrub, dark and peaceful. Bryony pulled up her skirt, bobbed down and began to pee; the liquid splashed onto the ground beneath her before running away and disappearing into the soil, watering the roots of the shrub. Whilst dark inside the shrub there were small gaps between the leaves where the brightness of the day showed white against the blackness. Just in front of her was a particularly large gap in the foliage, perhaps the size of a letterbox. Leaning forward Bryony could see out over one of the lawns. There on it setting up the lawn mower was Craig, his hairy form turned away from Bryony as he bent over the mower. He stood up and set his legs apart grasping the handles of the mower. Bryony saw him almost in silhouette and between his legs she could see his balls hanging down, large and relaxed in the heat. She leaned forward a bit further, her flow stopped but she made no effort to move. Her tongue ran wetly over her dry lips as she waited to see what Craig would do. He moved to the side of the mower and bent down to adjust something before pulling the starter handle. Bryony could now see the front of his body and his cock. The sudden movement up and back as he pulled the cord caused his penis to bounce against his thigh. Unconsciously Bryony's hand slipped between her thighs, Craig began to move across the lawn with his mower, the scent of the orange flowers came to Bryony's nostrils and she touched herself whilst she watched Craig walking up the lawn. Bryony stayed hidden in the bushes watching. She found herself seemingly fascinated by Craig's hairy body, his big chest, his tight bottom and his bouncing cock. It did seem rather a big one even though it was soft. She imagined what it would be like when hard, her wet hand slipped into herself as she thought what it would be like to have Craig's cock pushing into her. A call from over by the house broke her daydream. It was Becky and Jessica. Craig stopped the mower near to Bryony and listened. He smiled as if thinking of something pleasant and to Bryony's excitement and delight she saw his cock twitch and move. It began to lengthen, to harden and rise. What could he be thinking of, thought Bryony, had he a secret desire for Becky and Jessica or had something already occurred in the past as, indeed, the girls had hinted the day before? Was there more to this garden than simple nudism? She watched fascinated as Craig's cock continued to rise. He glanced down at himself, smiled again and moved the mower forward and away from Bryony so she could no longer see his penis but his retreating bottom. By the time he turned again and came back up the lawn he was no longer standing proud. Bryony pouted but did not stop her rubbing, which was getting more enthusiastic, with a gasp she came crouched hidden in the bushes, a peeping Tom, or peeping Jane, eyes fixed on Craig's penis. Rising she rubbed her stiff thighs, she was not used to crouching for so long. She slipped back out onto the path and returned to her digging, a flush to her cheeks and a wet feeling between her thighs. Bryony was surprised, coming up to the house for some lunchtime coffee, to find Craig sitting with Jessica, Becky and Mr. Carruthers. She was invited to sit with them and Becky brought her a mug. It seemed very strange to be sitting there bare breasted with a naked Mr. Carruthers, a naked Becky and Jessica and a naked Craig. She was very conscious of her exposed breasts and the others being naked. The scent of the orange blossom drifted across the lawn and she relaxed. It did not really seem to matter after all. Her own embarrassment over, she paid more attention to the others. The girls seemed a little flushed and paying a lot of attention to Craig, not slow to touch his arm or back when making a point. She noted Becky's nipples were distended as if she was sexually excited, perhaps she was. They talked of inconsequentials. Craig went back to his work. As he rose Bryony's eyes (and if she had looked, the eyes of Jessica and Becky as well) dropped to his penis. It hung down but looked larger than it did when mowing, not hard, but not completely at rest either as if Craig's thoughts were not wholly on his mowing. Around lunchtime Mr. Carruthers came into the greenhouse where Bryony was working, a large spray of the blossom under his arm. He set it down and immediately its scent filled the greenhouse. He talked for some time to Bryony about plants and some changes he wanted in the bog garden. She found it hard to concentrate as the lovely smell of the blossom made her feel a little giddy. "Perhaps Bryony, you are getting used to our customs, perhaps you will free yourself completely of your clothes, I am sure you will feel more comfortable, indeed," his voice took on a tone of command, " you will feel more comfortable." Bryony nodded, what Mr. Carruthers said did seem to make sense. Mr. Carruthers smiled at her. That afternoon Bryony was getting ready to work in the bog garden. She put a pair of Wellingtons on and was about to step on, or rather into, the damp earth and mud when she thought to herself it likely that she would splash her skirt and make it all muddy when she pulled plants up or dug around in the earth. She thought it would be much easier if she slipped her skirt off and then, when she finished, she could wash herself down under the cold tap and her skirt would not have got dirty at all. A good plan. With a quick look round and a deep breath she undid her skirt and put it safely on one side. She recalled that she had thought it ridiculous the idea that she would be walking around the garden in just a pair of Wellington boots yet here she was, not exactly walking around the garden, but certainly in the bog garden naked except for the boots. It did feel wonderfully liberating not to be encumbered by clothes although she would certainly be embarrassed if someone, particularly Craig or a stranger, was to come round the corner. Bryony did indeed get muddy, perhaps a little on purpose; certainly she saw no need to be careful. It splashed up her legs and some even got into the curly hair at the vee of her thighs where it dried. She did look quite a sight. Mr. Carruthers coming quietly around the corner did see her; he leant on his stick and watched Bryony. She bent over to pull some plants up presenting her round bottom and just a glimpse of her sex between her cheeks. Mr. Carruthers' penis began to rise but he did not think Bryony quite ready yet for such a sight: moreover not quite ready to respond properly to such a sight. So he slipped away back up the garden. It was hard work in the bog garden but after a couple of hours Bryony was pleased with the result, she rubbed the sweat from her brow leaving yet another muddy streak and stepped out onto the path. She stood there for a moment in her Wellington boots and looked down at herself. She saw her ample thighs and knees rather smeared with both dried and wet mud, small pieces of dried mud caught in her pubic hair and even streaks of mud and the odd leaf stuck to her tummy. Her breasts, ample and decorated with their dark brown nipples, were almost free of dirt but little beads of sweat stood out on the smooth skin. "I must look a sight!" she said out loud and thought to herself, "and not the most seductive sight either!" That seemed to her rather an odd thought as it was not as if she wanted to seduce anyone. She looked at one of the statues in the garden of a rather handsome young man, though with a tiny classical penis. She thought perhaps it would be nice to be with a boy who looked liked that, walking hand in hand around the garden looking at all its wonders... though it would be better if he was a bit better endowed! Bryony walked over to a garden tap giggling to herself, she turned it on and began washing herself down. Initially the water was quite warm but it soon turned cold and despite being hot and the sun beating down she shivered and hurried with removing the mud. This was not so easy, particularly without soap and it took a little time before she was content. Turning off the tap she ran across the lawn a few times to shake off the water and warm herself up. Her free breasts bounced as she ran. No-one looking, though unfortunately nobody was lucky enough to see the pretty sight, would have thought the vision of Bryony running, dancing and spinning around with her breasts and bottom bouncing and the dark vee of her sex revealed as anything other than a seductive sight. Bryony lay back on the grass in the hot sunshine. It had been jolly hard work digging in the bog garden. Washed now in rather cold water she let the sun dry and warm her. The sun felt good on her skin, she drew her knees up a little and closed her eyes. The scent of the orange flame blossom came to her and she felt drowsy and comfortable, Her legs lolled apart and she felt the warmth of the sun's rays directly on her secret place, warming her. She felt just a little sexy and moved her knees from side to side, slightly opening her sex with each outward movement, feeling herself moistening. She sighed with contentment and drifted into sleep. It was a secluded part of the garden but it was Craig and not Mr. Carruthers who came upon her. He gazed down at the dozing Bryony and looked between her legs. Craig very much liked what he saw and this was evident from the movement in the more substantial thatch of hair between his great thighs. His cock pumped upwards to its impressive height, the foreskin pulling downwards as the cock rose revealing the acorn shaped head so suitable for pushing and parting the soft folds girls hide between their legs. He grinned. It would not be long now before Mr. Carruthers would give him permission to push into Bryony, he could almost feel the velvety smoothness sliding around his cock. He would push and pull, working at her, holding her firmly until he released into her, a steady spurting into her warm sex. Would she let that little minx, Becky, lick his cream from her as it dribbled out of her soft wet sex like he had so often watched her lick it from Jessica. Was she that way inclined? He doubted it but the garden had such an odd effect on people, you could never be sure. He was as hard as anything. His hand moved downwards and he began to stroke his cock. He was not close enough to Bryony to come over her, any closer and his shadow would fall over her and that could wake her. It would be very enjoyable to spurt over Bryony, see the drops of his come splattering her breasts, her tummy and her sex. But it too would wake her and she would be alarmed and run off and Mr. Carruthers would be angry. Craig slipped away, his penis pointing upwards. Perhaps he could find Becky and Jessica. Jessica would be ready for him, she always was. Becky did not often let him fuck her but if he caught her and held her down, spread-eagled on the ground, her plump bottom uppermost, he could push into her before she could make much protest. Craig liked the idea of her soft bottom against his thighs, the idea kept him rigid. Jessica and Becky were not surprised to see an erect Craig approaching them. It made them giggle to see him coming towards them, his powerful body making purposeful strides, his object evident from the prominence of his cock wagging towards them both faintly ridiculous and at the same time erotically charged. They did not run away, far from it, with a tug from Jessica on Becky's arm they both dropped to their knees and ran their tongues across their lips in unison. They knew Craig liked to be sucked before he fucked. Bryony awoke and walked up the garden for a drink, the orange coloured blossom had dulled her mind a little and she forgot her nakedness, though not her bare feet. She turned a corner and her hand shot to her mouth. There were Craig and Jessica entwined on the grass. His hairy bottom rising and falling between her spread knees and thighs as he pushed into her. There was no question what they were doing; they were copulating on Mr. Carruthers' lawn. "Don't they look good together?" said a voice behind her. Bryony turned to see Becky sitting on a garden bench watching the couple at play. She patted the seat next to her and Bryony sat down in a daze. "They're, they're..." started Bryony. "Yes, nearly finished I think. If you're lucky Craig will pull out whilst he's still hard and you'll be able to see his cock all firm, wet and shiny, still dripping a bit. It's quite a sight... if you like that sort of thing. Do you?" she asked turning to Bryony. "I, er, I'd better go." Bryony hurried off. Becky leaned forward and watched the couple closely, the movement became more frantic and a grunt from Craig signalled the onset of his ejaculation deep within Jessica. The movement slowed to a stop. "Come on my turn," called Becky. Craig looked up at her and pulled himself, firm, wet and shiny as Becky had suggested, out of Jessica and stood in front of Becky as she sat on the bench. She lent forward and slipped her lips around his cock sucking the last few drops of semen from him. She looked up at him, mouth full of his cock, winked, and turned to look at Jessica still lying legs apart on the ground waiting. Craig watched Becky, as he had watched her many times before, get down on all fours and crawl forward between Jessica's thighs, tongue extended, to begin to lap, drinking up Jessica's own juices mingled with the recent deluge from his cock whilst steadily progressing a relaxed Jessica towards another softer, less energetic, climax. Craig looked at Becky's round bottom stuck in the air and wished, like the girls, he could achieve multiple orgasms, how he would love now to stick his cock between the presented cheeks but glancing downwards there was no possibility, his soft cock lay wetly on one thigh, out of active service for an hour or so. What a missed opportunity. Bryony meanwhile walked in a shocked daze up towards the house, she understood the garden was naturist but she had not been expecting such raw animal activity. Mr. Carruthers saw her and beckoned her over to him. Bryony settled herself beside him, not saying anything. He offered her a glass of lemonade and she took and drank it without a word. "Is there something amiss, my dear?" asked Mr. Carruthers. He suspected he knew what it was. Bryony was still befuddled by sleep and the orange flamed blossom, its scent was even stronger where Mr. Carruthers was sitting and she struggled to reply. "I, I came upon Craig and Jessica and they were..." "Yes?" "They were making love on the lawn, just in the open and Becky was watching, encouraging. I..." she trailed off. Mr. Carruthers bent his arm and pulled off a sprig of blossom. "Ah, yes they are very friendly." He gave the blossom to Bryony who, from habit, put it to her nose and breathed deeply. "My garden can have that effect on people, have you not noticed the butterflies in the air, the damselflies, the dragonflies?" Bryony nodded. "I don't think it is something that should worry you, it's natural like being naked. You like being naked don't you. I see you are naked now and I am sure that feels good." Bryony nodded. "Craig's a good lad, a kind boy, a big boy if I may say that. I think you like him don't you?" Bryony nodded. "Was it that you wanted to play with Craig? Did Becky suck his penis? Bryony nodded. "Did you want to do that?" Bryony took another breath of the blossom; yes she had wanted to do that. Bryony nodded. "It is good for girls to suck penises, it is natural, you see that don't you? Bryony nodded. Mr. Carruthers stroked Bryony's hair, "Breathe the blossom and close your eyes." His hand on her hair was soothing, she liked that. "Did the sight of Craig and Jessica excite you, did seeing his penis make you wet?" Bryony nodded. Mr. Carruthers continued stroking her hair. "Would it make it better if I stroked your breasts, you can think it is Craig?" Bryony nodded, yes that would be good. Mr. Carruthers began gently stroking the sides of her breasts; her brown nipples extended and became hard. His fingers soon touched her nipples, Bryony sighed. "Come lie across my chest. Open your legs, let me stroke away the tension, the ache." Bryony's knees parted and Mr. Carruthers' long fingers began to gently massage her sex, running his fingers along her lips, encouraging the wetness to increase. Bryony settled down against Mr. Carruthers half awake, half asleep, lost in a haze of sensuality and contentment, her nostrils full of the intoxicating scent of the orange flame blossom. Mr. Carruthers' penis had risen, gnarled from its prominent veins and years of use, yet it hardly seemed worn and past use as might have been expected of a man of Mr. Carruthers' years: on the contrary it stood firm and ready. Bryony lay across his chest, eyes closed, absorbed by the stroking fingers. She did not realise that inches from her half parted lips Mr. Carruthers' penis head was waiting, its eye starring straight at her lips. "Bryony, my dear, do you still want to suck Craig's cock?" Bryony nodded. "Imagine it just in front of you, all hard and ready." "I don't want it all wet from Jessica." "Why not, Jessica's a good girl. Don't you like her?" Bryony nodded. "I do like her, I do like Becky, I do like Craig, I do like your garden. I just don't want to suck him after he's been in Jessica." Mr. Carruthers understood the message. It's not wet at all, it's dry and it's not been in Jessica. Go on Bryony, it's right in front of your mouth, lick it and see." Bryony did as she was told and her little pink tongue sneaked out between the lips and placed a first caress across Mr. Carruthers' penis head. "There, is that better? Bryony, take it in now." Mr. Carruthers fingers slipped right into Bryony, her head dropped a little lower and her parted lips enveloped his penis head. She licked and sucked enthusiastically, imagining Craig's cock in her mouth. "There, that is good isn't it? I expect you are still thirsty, Bryony, do you want to drink from Craig's cock, do you want to drink his semen?" Bryony nodded. Yes she was thirsty; she did want to feel the warm pulsing in her mouth. Yes that was what she wanted. Mr. Carruthers was right. She continued to work the penis, teasing and sucking it, slipping her lips down the shaft and up again, working it in a rhythm, a rhythm she know would produce a result. Mr. Carruthers found it hard to concentrate on massaging Bryony with his fingers; he was nearly ready to come. Mr. Carruthers' Garden "Are you about to come, my dear? It might be best to do that before Craig." Bryony nodded. She screwed her eyes even tighter shut, stopped her sucking and shivered as she came there on the garden bench making Mr. Carruthers' fingers even wetter. She sighed, a feeling of even greater contentment came over her, her nose could still discern the strong scent of the blossom, she needed to drink Craig's semen. Her lips recommenced their sliding. Mr. Carruthers lent back on the seat, raised his fingers to his nose and took in Bryony's scent over the strong scent of the orange flame blossom, his muscles tightened and his cock began to flow pushing the viscous fluid from him into Bryony's waiting mouth. She swallowed thirstily. Bryony lay across Mr. Carruthers' chest, his softening cock in her mouth, her tongue lazily seeking out any last seepings. She was almost asleep. Carefully Mr. Carruthers got up easing Bryony down to lie on the bench. He smiled, picked up his stick, and moved off leaving her to sleep. A most successful and promising afternoon. Sometime later Bryony awoke, a little puzzled why she was asleep in Mr. Carruthers garden and moreover up by the house on a garden seat. She sat up. Mr. Carruthers was sitting a little away from her. "Pleasant dreams?" Bryony vividly remembered a rather embarrassing dream of sucking on Craig's cock. She turned red, "I, er didn't mean to go to sleep, I..." "No, no it does not matter at all, you were very tired, over exerting yourself in the bog garden. I've been down to look and it looks lovely. No, you needed a nap." Bryony was relieved. "Perhaps when you come next week you can tackle the other bit of the garden." "Other bit?" "Oh, there is another area, a smaller walled area through that blue door down by the potting shed." Bryony had seen it but she had not been able to open the door and she had simply assumed it lead out onto a road or a field or somewhere. "I know where you mean, I did try the door but it was locked." "Maybe, perhaps it was just a little stiff. I'll get Craig to check before next week." The mention of Craig brought back to Bryony what she had seen. She went red again. Mr. Carruthers stood and started walking down the garden, Bryony walked with him; he brushed against the blossom releasing its strong scent. "Remember Bryony sex in this garden is not something that should worry you, its natural like being naked. You like being naked in my garden, it feels good, sex feels good too doesn't it?" Bryony thought Mr. Carruthers quite right in this "yes of course, Mr. Carruthers." Well, I think it's the end of your day, time to get dressed and go home. I will see you next Tuesday." He patted her bottom as she walked away. At the bottom of the lawn she turned and waved. Mr. Carruthers waved back. Working in a different garden a couple of days later Bryony was struggling to settle in her mind what she really thought about Mr. Carruthers' garden and all that happened there. It was just different, she decided, she did so like working there, loved being naked in the garden and the chance of seeing Craig naked, even erect, or playing with the girls (she frowned): it would be better if he played with her. Tuesday came round and she let herself into the garden through the side door. She got her tools together out of the potting shed and put them in her wheelbarrow. The sun was just rising over the walls making long black shadows. It was beginning to warm up; perhaps it was already just about warm enough to take her clothes off. She had resisted the urge to take her shirt off immediately she had come thought the door, she was so looking forward to freeing herself. She made herself go and check the bog garden and the greenhouse before she took anything off. The smell of the warm damp compost in the greenhouse was too much and she stripped off her shirt and bra. The sun caught her as she left the greenhouse, hot on her breasts. Back at the potting shed her skirt and knickers followed. She was naked. Bryony turned to the blue door, a second anticipation, what new delights would Mr. Carruthers' garden have in store? An orchard, a large fishpond, a wild garden? She hesitated but then turned the handle and the door opened into a garden of all of these things. It was wild in the sense that it had been allowed to run a little wild and needed tending, espalier fruit trees hugged the walls and various standard fruit trees formed something of an orchard and there were several fish ponds and fountains to be seen and, now through the open door, heard. But what most caught Bryony's eyes were the statues. There were many in the main garden, lovely statues such as the naked young man she had fallen for (if only he didn't have such a small penis!), statues of naked beautiful people. In this new part of the garden they were unquestionably still very much statues of naked people, beautiful people but they were not normally simply standing or pouring water from vases, instead the figures were engaged in erotic activities of varying sorts, Bryony could not see them all from the doorway but she quickly spotted the theme. Leaving her wheelbarrow she walked slowly into the garden within a garden. She turned back to the blue door, set in niches either side of the door were half size statues of armoured knights carrying spears as if on guard duty. They were not naked but their armoured codpieces were large and prominently erect. Bryony smiled wryly and walked on. A beautifully carved life size man stood by the path, was it really marble, dressed or at least half dressed in a toga. The toga had parted revealing a large and erect penis. Bryony bent close marvelling at the detail and work that had gone into the carving. Her fingers encircled the penis, feeling the smoothness of the marble and the accuracy of the shape and detailing. With a finger she traced up the ridge to the smooth glans. What care, what work! The next statue was of a couple engaged in coitus. Bryony looked at it for a while, again marvelling at the quality and the detailed work. Bending, Bryony could see the almost hidden detail of the union, the penis half out of the vagina, the clitoris prominent -- all in white marble. She crossed the garden drawn by the sight of two standing bronze figures, a woman bending forward and a man standing a little behind her. Naturally he was fully erect as if about to push into the woman or perhaps just having pulled out of her. The latter, on closer inspection, seemed the more likely, the man seemed to be beckoning across the garden, his face smiling and his hands gesturing as if standing back and offering the visitor a 'turn'. Bryony bent her knees and looked beneath the woman's bottom. She saw what she had expected to see; the vagina was relaxed and open. It would be possible, she thought, if you were a man, to stick your own cock into the statue, to enjoy, to fuck the beautiful statue. Bryony was a little appalled but she could not resist testing her theory by pushing her right index finger into the statue. There seemed room enough. She stood again and looked down on the woman's beautifully carved back, she stepped back to admire the statue's bottom forgetting the male statue behind her, his penis poked between her thighs surprising her, "Oooh," she exclaimed, momentarily startled before she realised what had happened. She stepped away. "I'm not fucking a statue," she said out loud, "or being fucked by one, even sir, one as attractive as you!" She laughed, what a strange garden this part was. Did she like it? Well it was very odd indeed. At the end of the garden was another bronze. This time a reclining nude, a male nude, a man lying face up, resting on his elbows, looking up into the sky. He was of course erect, his large penis pointing up at an angle across his stomach. The bronze was green with verdigris but Bryony noted the impressive cock seemed less green and its head even shiny as if someone had taken the trouble to polish it. Her hand flew to her mouth; someone or some girls had been riding it! It was at just the right angle to settle down and push onto, allow its hardness to slide up into... what was she thinking! Turning to the statue's head Bryony got another shock, it was the face of that other statue, the boy in the other garden, yes it was his face, his head, his body, only with a much larger and more interesting penis: or was it only simply larger when erect? Bryony wanted a better look at the face; she climbed up onto the statue. He almost seemed to be looking at her now, if she moved just a little over him then, she was sure, he would seem to be looking right into her eyes, her eyes widened, if she sat on his middle just where his penis jutted upwards then he would be looking right into her eyes. The whole plan, the whole design, was for the statue to be seen from the 'riding' position. Bryony sat on his thighs, legs parted, knees either side of his thighs. Yes she was almost in the best viewing position. She got up on her knees and almost started to move forward - no she couldn't do that, no she mustn't do that. She got back down onto the ground. In any case, she mused, the statue would be very cold after the night; she hardly wanted a cold dildo in her now did she? Bryony shook her head. She was meant to... was being paid to work, not think about cocks and sex. She walked back to the door and wheeled her wheelbarrow into the inner garden. There was a lot to do. Yes work would drive these naughty thoughts from her mind. She set to with enthusiasm, happy in the early morning light, in the warm sunshine and with the dew fresh on the grass. She did work hard but those naughty thoughts did not go away, she kept glancing at the statues, pausing to examine those she had not really looked at before. She did do a lot of weeding but her mind was not on her work. After a couple of hours she gave in and went back to look at the statue of the boy at the end of the garden away from the door. She had made sure she did not go up that end whilst she had been working. He really was very handsome, she did need to climb up again for a better look, to see his face properly she really did need to kneel with his 'thing' just below her, yes he did actually have the most perfect face and, yes, it was the position to see him, feel as if his eyes really were looking at you, surely it wouldn't hurt to just lightly touch his cock 'there', it was not as if she was going to push it in her like she suspected Jessica and Becky had done, it did feel good just 'there', not warm but not cold now, perhaps just a little rub against it, oh yes, oh yes, what would it be like to push it a little way in, not too far in, no not too far, oh yes all the way, all the way... Bryony found herself riding the statue's cock, it fitted her perfectly and it was just at the right angle for her, with her thighs either side of the statue's hips, her knees on the plinth and her palms supporting her by resting on his chest, his hard bronze nipples in the middle of the palms of her hands. She was riding fast, very wet, sliding backwards and forwards on the metal cock, sliding and sliding, the metal penis appearing and disappearing. Her head was down now, all of her concentration on the wonderful feeling between her thighs, she was going to come soon - it was close. Mr. Carruthers happened to come by at that moment and peeped through the door. Framed by the doorway was a beautiful tableau of a young naked girl mounted on a recumbent bronze statute of a young man and moving as if she was sitting on a saddle riding a horse, bouncing up and down. Mr. Carruthers knew what was happening, he had, after all, seen it many times before. The effect on him was the same as always, his penis rose at the visual stimulation. Always a risk for the male nudist but not, of course, a risk in his garden. He stepped forward for a closer look. With a cry, "Yesss," Bryony came, eyes screwed tight shut, waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She did not see Mr. Carruthers standing by and watching her vigorous movements. Her riding slowed and she settled down on the cock - one that would not go limp on her however long she sat on it. "Phew!!" she breathed, "that was just..." Bryony became aware of Mr. Carruthers, standing and smiling kindly at her. She shot off the statue as if the penis had suddenly become red hot and jumped down beside him. The statue's bronze penis, wet from her exertions, caught the sunlight more than usual and shone as if to highlight Bryony's guilt. Mr. Carruthers reached out and stroked Bryony's wetness on the penis. "I...," began Bryony. "Remember yesterday, Bryony, I said sex in this garden is not something that should worry you, it's natural like being naked. It is good to let yourself go, what else could you do with all this suggestion," with his arm he indicated the garden's statuary, "around you? Was it good, do you feel better? Look I picked these for you." He held out a bunch of the orange flame blossom. The scent wafted around Bryony, she felt a little dizzy, perhaps from the sex? She no longer felt guilt from taking a rest from her work, from being caught pleasuring herself, from Mr. Carruthers seeing her fucking the statue. She glanced down and saw that her actions had had an effect. Evidently he was not too old or past it because his cock was quite hard almost pointing upwards. It did not embarrass her. She took the flowers. "I am sorry I was..." "No my dear, no need to be sorry. I am more than happy for you to enjoy my garden, to take your pleasure in it." Bryony glanced again at Mr. Carruthers' penis, the scent of the flowers once more strong around her. "Shall I?" she pointed but before he could answer she reached out and encircled his cock with her fingers and began to stimulate it, causing it to grow to its full extent. Her fingers lightly drew his foreskin up and down; it hardened further and rose higher. She suddenly felt thirsty; the idea of tasting Mr. Carruthers' semen became very attractive. Bryony dropped to her knees in front of him. "Shall I?" she said but again did not wait for an answer, her lips parted and she took in the smooth head. Mr. Carruthers looked down and smiled, it was delightful to see young girls with their mouths around his cock; it was equally delightful to feel the fluttering of Bryony's tongue on his sensitive skin. He stroked her hair as he had done the other day in the main garden. He thought back to when he had first discovered the orange flame tree in a valley in the north of India so long ago. Properly he did not discover it but he was told the secret by a local man whose life he had saved and then befriended. Those had been happy days enjoying the pretty dusky brown skinned local girls with their blue-black hair and enchanting smiles. Bringing the young plants back to England by steamer had not been easy, several had died, but those that survived had prospered in his garden The effect of the flowers on minds, the power of suggestion under the influence was truly remarkable. Bryony had moved on from gentle licking and was now bobbing her head backwards and forwards, letting his cock slide backwards and forwards - a repetitive and familiar motion that she had been using, albeit on a different orifice, minutes before. A repetitive motion that produced the desired result, Mr. Carruthers came filling her mouth with his warm semen. Bryony sat after Mr. Carruthers left her to walk back up the garden, surprised at herself, surprised at what she had just done for Mr. Carruthers. It was not something she regularly did, well she did not have a regular boyfriend at the moment and, in any case, it was not something she usually would do just on a whim. He had of course been, as he always was, very kind about her... indiscretion. There was something about this garden, oh how she loved it, that just made her feel so... so sexy. She thought of Craig and was amazed to find the thought making her wet again. "A bitch in heat," she muttered to herself picking up her gardening implements, "this will not do." Her eyes fell on her reclining nude. "No, you are not even to think that idea, Bryony Brackshaw!" Bryony worked steadily on; there was so much to do in this new piece of garden. She tried to keep her eyes from the statues, they gave her thoughts, and concentrate on the plants. It was mid afternoon before she returned through the blue door and walked up towards the house. Craig was sitting quietly in the cool deep shade under an overhanging tree. Bryony in the bright sunlight did not see him. He watched her rounded body, breasts gently bouncing as she moved; he noted her grubby hands and her green stained knees from kneeling on the grass. She looked earthy and desirable, his cock rose, Mr. Carruthers had said it was time. Standing, he followed her up the path. Bryony had stopped and was looking closely at the orange flame bush, she was thinking that really she must try some cuttings and did not hear Craig come up right behind her. She felt him though. Two large hands covered her breasts and she could feel a thick cock pushing into her bottom crack as Craig pulled her close to him. She stiffened but instantly recognised the hairy hands covering her breasts. A rush of desire came to her, she turned to face Craig, her arms came up and encircled his neck, her face looking up at him waiting to be kissed, his penis now pushing against her stomach. Craig kissed her and lifted her. Without thinking Bryony's legs wrapped themselves around Craig's hips and she rested, her sex sitting on Craig's penis. Gently the penis slipped in as Bryony settled down, firmly held to be impaled on Craig's cock. Slowly, holding her and still kissing her, Craig walked with Bryony onto the lawn. With every step his cock moved a little in and out of Bryony, rubbing her and exciting her. Carefully, and without disengaging, Craig let Bryony down onto the grass in the traditional position. A position likely to result in green stains to Bryony's bottom and back due to the energetic motion Craig began to undertake. The activity did not go unnoticed. Jessica and Becky did not miss much and Jessica told Mr. Carruthers. Unbeknown to Bryony she had quite an audience. The pounding on her sex, the feel of Craig's hairy body pushing her down, tickling her nipples was something she had desired for what seemed such a long time and soon it was too much for Bryony. Her orgasm welled up and rolled across her body but still Craig kept working almost taking her to a second climax. But it was not to be, the hot spurting within her signalled the imminent end to his exertions. His pushing thighs slowed and stopped. Bryony gently unclasped her legs and let them fall down. Craig held her. The feeling of being very full gradually disappeared as Craig subsided, his flaccid cock dropping out of her and sliding downwards. He stood and smiled down at her. The sound of clapping startled Bryony and Jessica and Becky came into view. Before Bryony could say "No" or think of anything Becky dropped between her open thighs and began licking, seeking out Craig's oozing semen. "No Becky I..." Jessica dropped down and held her, stroking her hair, "Let her, she does so love to..." "But I don't like..." "Don't be silly, let her, it feels nice." And it did feel good; indeed Bryony felt the progress towards her second orgasm resume. She lay back, closed her eyes and let Jessica stroke her hair and Becky to... well do what she was doing. It was a day of new experiences. Bryony stepped through the side door into Mr. Carruthers garden and looked about her. It was a little after dawn, the air had that expectant stillness of an incredibly hot day, the light bright but still a little subdued, not yet with the harsh brightness of a summer's day. The scents of the garden came to Bryony; she walked forward and sat looking out across the emerald lawn towards the fountain. Really this was the most perfect garden. Already her clothes felt wrong on her and slowly she undressed piling her things alongside her. She thought over her plans for the day, what she wished to achieve. She knew Craig would not be there that day which was a pity. She felt a little guilty about her sexual encounter with Craig the previous week but, but she would like to do that again. She smiled remembering. But what about Becky? That had been distinctly weird. She had not ever thought she was interested in girls but she had just let Becky lap at her, tease her, suck on her little clit and she had come in another lovely orgasm. Bryony pulled her thighs tightly together - would Craig do that? What would it be like having his beard tickle her there? Would Becky expect the same in return? She frowned; she was not sure about that. Mr. Carruthers' Garden Bryony watched the birds flying to and fro, drinking at the birdbath, hopping on the grass searching for insects and grubs, generally being very busy in the early morning. She heard the door behind her open and close and Mr. Carruthers' footsteps coming towards her. He stood behind her, his hand resting on her bare shoulder. "Good morning Bryony, and what a glorious morning. This weather seems to go on and on this year, and does it find you well?" "Very well, Mr. Carruthers, always very well in your garden." "Bryony could you do something for me?" asked Mr. Carruthers. Bryony turned towards him and her eye's fell straight to his cock. Mr. Carruthers smiled, "No, no, perhaps later. No, what I wanted to ask is... I have engaged a new lad to help in the garden and I want you to show him around and teach him about gardening and the garden. He starts next Wednesday which I know is not a day you should be here but I wondered if you could re-arrange your schedule?" This was not problem assured Bryony. "You will, of course, need to have your clothes on, we can't have you frightening him can we? I am sure he won't be so shy after a while." At coffee time Bryony came up the path towards the house. Mr. Carruthers' was entertaining his friends. Four old gentlemen were seated around a table being served coffee by two pretty naked girls, Becky and Jessica. The table was wrought iron painted white and on it stood a vase of flowers, a vase of a particularly vivid flame orange blossom. Mr. Carruthers called her over and invited her to sit I expect, the morning being so hot, that you are thirsty?" The scent from the vase of flowers was strong, Bryony nodded. Around the table old cocks began to stir, hot blood began to pump, raising them manfully into the air. Becky and Jessica stood watching. "Do you need our help Mr. Carruthers?" "No my dears, I think Bryony can manage. You would like them all to yourself, wouldn't you?" Bryony nodded, she was, as Mr. Carruthers had told her, thirsty and the rising cocks looked very attractive, very suckable. She ran her tongue lightly across her lips. This picture of eroticism brought the gentlemen to full prominence. She got down on her knees before Mr. Carruthers. "No, no Bryony. My guests first please!" Bryony crawled around to the next chair and grasped the first cock in her hand and set to work. Wednesday came round. Bryony looked with pleasure at the new lad. Surely it would not take long for him to see that being naked in the garden was good, having sex was better and looking after Mr. Carruthers' Garden, and of course, Mr. Carruthers himself was best. She looked at his jeans and wondered what his penis would be like. She liked to take things in hand and make them grow.