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In The Garden

By: temptress



As Alera woke up, she looked out the window and noted that it was a beautiful day. Not the kind of day that you want to spend locked behind a desk in an office building. Unfortunately, being a Tuesday, she had to go into work anyway. Finally pulling herself from under the covers she felt a playful tug on her sleep-shorts. Turning around she looked down on her boyfriend, James, who still lay in bed half-asleep. James looked up at her with his big brown eyes and said, "Hon, do you REALLY have to work today? It's so beautiful, I was kind of hoping we could do something fun."

Alera felt her subconscious give way as she fell back into bed.

"What did you have in mind James?," she inquired, now that it was obvious that she was getting nowhere near the office today.

"Well, I was kind of thinking we could lounge around for a bit and then I could take you to a secret little place that I've been wanting to show you for a while," James replied.

Alera rolled on top of James as she slowly slid a hand down the silk boxers that he had worn to bed the night before. She felt her hand meet with his semi-hardness, as his penis began to awaken to her slowly squeezing grip.

"What is this wonderful surprise?," Alera asked curiously. At the same time, she began to grind her hips against James' with her hand still pressed in between them.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise! You're just gonna have to wait for it," James retorted.

"Well then," Alera said as she gave James's hard rod one last squeeze, "You are just going to have to wait for this," she said with an evil grin as she hopped up off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

"ALERA!!! You can't just leave me like this!!!" James yelled after her

"Can and just did, big boy" Alera said. She threw her shorts at him and closed the bathroom door, locking it to keep him out.

James gave up his argument with a final scowl and set about busying himself to relieve his aching hard-on.

Fifteen minutes later, Alera emerged from the shower, and heard James clinking around downstairs in the kitchen. She toweled out her hair as she wondered to herself what James's surprise was. He re-entered the room just as Alera slid into a pair of white thong underwear with little embroidered flowers on the front panel. James almost dropped his coffee mug as Alera turned around quickly, causing her 36 D's to bounce slightly.

"Where's mine?" Alera asked, in reference to the coffee. James held out the mug still staring at her breasts and said, "Here, take mine. I'm wide awake now," as he tried to reach out and grab at her chest.

Alera jumped back half a step and said "No, no, no. Not until I get my surprise." As she hooked the matching white flowered bra on to complete the set. As she pulled her white garter belt on, James said, "I'm certainly not going to get any calmer standing here watching you dress...I'm going to take a shower."

He grabbed a pile of clothing and walked into the bathroom and started the shower while Alera fastened white stockings to her garter belt and pulled on a plaid linen skirt. She finished the outfit with a white button down blouse. She knew that James liked this outfit because it reminded him of their days together back in catholic school. She began to reminisce about the fevered moments of passion they stole in the guys bathroom. She slid into a pair of black Mary Janes and tossed her long brown hair up into a ponytail. Alera never wore much make-up but today she was feeling especially tarty so she put on bright red lipstick. She finished just as James came out of the bathroom clean-shaven and dressed in khaki pants and a polo shirt. He let out a low whistle.

"Jesus Alera, I know that you are teasing me and all but this is torture!" he said as he made one last attempt to touch her chest.

"Well, then I know that I am doing it right." Alera said as she breezed by him heading down to the car.

If there was one thing that Alera loved more than anything else it was her car. A white corvette with red interior, she looked like one of Charlie's Angels driving down the freeway with the wind in her hair.

She was about to hop in the drivers seat when James said, "Babe, I think I better drive today." Alera was about to argue when she remembered that she didn't know where they were going. She went around to the other side and got in. James was already in the car, and he reached over to her with a bandana in his hands. Alera jerked back and exclaimed, "James, what are you doing?!"

He replied with a knowing grin, and said, "I told you it was a surprise!,"

as he put the blindfold around her eyes. Alera heard the car start up as James began to drive down the street. She soon had no idea where they were. After about twenty minutes of driving, she felt the car come to a stop. James pulled off her blindfold and she realized that they were in front of the entrance to the municipal outdoor botanical gardens. It was so beautiful that it caused Alera to suck in her breath as she viewed the beauty splayed before her. Four high brick walls surrounded the garden, the only entrance through an Iron Gate at the front.

Just as they walked through the gate, it began to rain. Everyone began to leave, as Alera said, "Isn't this just typical! I skip work to play in the sun, and it rains."

James leaned over to her with a smile on his face and said, "It's OK, Alera, now we have the garden all to ourselves. Why should we let a little rain ruin our day?"

Looking at the situation in a different light made Alera feel much better, as they began to stroll arm in arm around the brick walkways. Soon Alera realized that she was drenched through to the skin and that the feeling of her skirt fabric rubbing between her legs was making her extremely horny. She stopped James and pressed up against him with her wet breasts.

"James, I'm all wet," Alera stated coyly.

James looked down and realized he could see her nipples through her shirt and bra, and they were erect from the chilly rain. With Alera pressing up against him like a drunken cheerleader, James knew that when she said she was wet, she meant it in more than one context. He pulled her over to some lilies and turned her to look at them, still standing behind her.

"See those?" James asked? "Those are passion lilies. And I think that they are what is causing you to be so aroused."

Alera felt James's warm hands caress her neck and slowly slide over her shoulders to her breasts, where he began to pinch the erect buds in between his fingers.

"No James, it's YOU that's making me aroused," Alera said as she felt James grinding his cock into her ass cheeks through their clothing.

James took one of his hands off of her breast, and slid it under her skirt, rubbing her wet mound through her panties. He was moving so slowly that it was torture. Alera hastily undid his pants, jerking them down to his ankles. She reached inside his boxer shorts and grabbed hold of his penis, giving it a few playful squeezes. It was hard to tell what was rain and what was pre-cum. Alera went down to her knees and began to lick James's throbbing tip like an ice cream cone.

James let out a groan and begged her to suck him. Alera didn't need to be asked twice. She took his entire dick in her mouth with one fluid motion. James felt his cock hit the back of her throat as he said in between gasps "You never...told me...you could...deep throat."

Alera let out as much of a smile as is possible with a penis in her mouth as James started to moves his hips and began fucking her mouth. Alera moved one hand down to play with herself as she sucked off James. Just before he came, James stopped her and laid her back on the grass in from of the lilies. James knelt down and smelled the sweet aroma of her pussy through her underwear, which he then removed with his teeth. James dove in like a madman. Eating and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Within seconds Alera came, grabbing James's hair and forcing him to thrust his tongue deep into her love canal as he lapped up her delicious juices.

"I can't stand it anymore James!!! I need to feel your hot rod ramming in and out of my tight pussy!"

James flipped up her skirt and was just about to push himself deep into her, when they heard a voice call from behind.

"Hey you two, what are you doing there?" The couple turned around in horror, seeing a policeman in full uniform standing about twelve feet away.

They both stammered and tried to make up an excuse, but it was to no avail. The policeman knew exactly what was going on.

"I've been watching for ten minutes, and I know exactly what's going on."

Alera noticed that the policeman had a bulge in the front of his trousers. She looked at him, and in the sexiest voice possible said "If you think that we could keep it between just the three of us...I'd be more than happy to let you do me up the ass."

Unable to refuse the offer, the policeman quickly dropped his pants, revealing an 8 inch tool.

Alera was greatly excited as James lay down and pulled her down on top of his cock. Jamming it into her pussy, while the policeman came behind her and slowly eased his penis into her ass.

Both men started pumping away as Alera pulled and prodded her clitoris. She had never felt any pleasure like this before. She felt herself near orgasm, just as the policeman came into her ass. Moaning, she began to come. The orgasms ran through her body causing her to shake and gasp for air, as she realized that she was having the first multiple orgasm she'd ever had. James shot his hot load into her pussy just as she was finishing up.

Alera stood up and inserted two fingers into her pussy, withdrawing them a moment later to taste her own juices intermingled with James's cum.

She turned to the policeman and asked him if he was going to be able to keep his promise. The policeman looked at her and said, "Only if you think we might be able to do it again, little lady."

James seemed fine with the idea so the three got dressed and exchanged names and numbers, so that the good officer could get back to his route.

As Alera and James left the botanical garden, she leaned over and whispered into his ear, "I can't wait to do this again sometime soon."

In the Garden



Amber woke from her dream slowly, for she was very comfortable where she was, and didn't particularly want to wake, but the sun was shining hot on her naked body, and the breeze had twisted her nipples into twin pinpricks of knotted pleasure, just begging for attention. And so she came awake at last. With a languid sigh she stretched, her near six foot frame twisting sinuously as she stretched her arms all the way over her head. This caused her back to arch and her full heavy breasts thrust up toward the sun, as if drinking in the heat of it's caressing rays. Her green eyes opened with a heavy lidded ponderousness which spoke of reluctance, but also of smoldering sexuality ready to burst into flame. 

"Good morning." She said joyfully to no one in particular as she dropped her arms back to her sides and began tracing idle patterns on her trim stomach, moving inexorably toward her tits and her needy nipples. She arched her back again when her fingers at last found those twin buttons and pinched them, twisting them slightly and tugging before releasing them. She gasped softly and moaned at the sensation her fingers had wrought in her own body. It happened every time but she never grew tired of it. 

The other side of that coin however was that once she got started, she had to ride those sensations to their logical conclusion. It was just how she was. And so she left one hand to caress and fondle her needful breasts, and snaked the other down her body, past her navel (a sensation which always made her giggle) and then between her legs, to the equally demanding clit which protruded from her body, and the first brush of her fingers over her naked slit and clit was electrifying. 

"Ooh yeah.." She cooed into the air, spreading her thighs wide with no regard for voyeurs animal, or human and then she gave her clit what her nipples had gotten, a sharp pinch, a hard twist and an almost painful tug. She gasped and lifted her hips off the spongy turf on which she rested another coo escaping her parted lips as heat and moistness flooded her, letting her know she was just getting started with herself.

"Mmm yes..." she whispered when two fingers of her hand suddenly found themselves thrust into the hot humid depths of her slit, pushing exactly on her g-spot. "Aaah.." the sound was inarticulate but spoke volumes all the same. She was going to get herself off in fairly short order. Unbeknown to her, she did have an audience, a thick bodied snake, a constrictor of some sort had been resting in the spreading branches of a nearby tree when the show had started, and his head and a portion of his body now hung down from one of the low lying branches so he might better see what the beautiful human was doing to herself. As he watched, a third finger found its way into her and her breasts were abandoned altogether so that she could concentrate on her clit. Her hips were bucking wildly by this point, thrusting up off the grass with each push of her fingers inside her and grinding against it every time she ground her clit beneath her palm.

"Oh yes," she was saying frantically, her head tossing vigorously as her orgasm built to the point of no return, "fucking a that feels so... so.. goo.. god.. DAMN!" And then she came. A wild, unrestrained shout of ecstasy tore from her throat as her entire body rippled with orgasm and then spasmed rigid as it hit her, her hips were several inches off the ground, and her back was arched so far that all of her which was touching the ground was the crown of her head and the balls of her feet. Cum was gushing from her cunt as the serpent slid silently down out of the tree, squirting around her still questing fingers and landing like dew on the grass beneath her ass. She was oblivious to the serpents approach, and he stopped a foot or so from her head, watching her as she finally, slowly relaxed, soft moans and whimpers floating on the breeze as she brought her fingers to her lips that she might taste herself while her other hand continued to wander over her naked flesh. She was not yet satiated.

"I wonder," the serpent said then, drawing no startled exclamation from the beautiful human, though she did turn her eyes to meet his as she pulled her now clean fingers from her mouth with a pop!. 

"What do you wonder?" She asked him, impish light twinkling behind her eyes as her hands returned, apparently of their own volition to caressing her ample curves and tantalizing crevices.

"If I might be of service." He replied simply. "You've never managed to satisfy yourself with your own hand, and the man who is sometimes here doesn't seem to quite manage it either." he concluded simply. 

"Well," Amber replied, "he does what he can."

"Indeed." The serpent said. "But I could do more." He saw wariness and curiosity warring on the womans face and hurried to explain. 

"Look at my head and body." He said, slithering closer. "Are they not, enticing and more than what you're used to?" Amber nodded and one hand came away from the breast it had been circling to caress the serpents wedge shaped head and his cool scaly neck.


"Imagine me inside you." He hissed, "I could move in ways no man can, and I'll know all the right spots to hit, and i'll introduce you to a few the man's never gotten to boot." He added. Amber bit her lip, indecision clear on her face. 

"But we aren't supposed to..." she began, but the snake cut her off, sensing the precariousness of her argument.

"Feel good?" He asked, "feel pleasure? I can open new avenues of pleasure too you that no one else can." He said, wrapping his head and the first foot of his body around her arm so that he was elevated enough to see into her eyes. "You know that your curious." he continued, his tongue tasting the scent of her recent self gratification on the air. "Give in. Just one time, and I promise it'll never be the same." Amber looked around furtively, searching for some sign of the man, or of any other watchers. She didn't know why, but this felt wrong somehow, and at the same time, the steady pulsing sensation which always settled just above her pubic bone when she was desperately aroused said that she should submit to the serpents words, and see what he had to offer her. After a moment of agonized indecision, her bodies desire won out and she said simply "Alright." and then she lay back on the grass and waited for the snake to deliver on his promises. She felt.. naughty. But it felt nice. She waited. 

As soon as she submitted to him, the serpent glided over her body, wrapping his coils around her arms and torso so that he could control her body, then he wound himself in a figure eight around the womans breasts, emerging from between them, his head pointed down her stomach. Amber for her part had never felt anything like that, the way her breasts were bunched together, pushed forward and up at the same time. Her nipples grew even harder, so that the sensation was one of agonizing pleasure. She tried to reach them with her hands but the serpent flexed his body and denied her. She moaned in frustration and struggled harder. But she had not leverage and anyway the snake was thoroughly entwined, and much stronger than she at any rate. It was his move to make and he was denying her.

"What?" She gasped, "Please?" But the serpent simply laughed, a sound like his own scales sliding together. 


"Not yet." he said. "Wait for it. Let it build." He slithered his head on down her stomach till his bottom jaw was resting on her pubic bone. "Be patient." His tongue darted out, forked as it was, and hit both sides of her clit at once. Amber gasped and thrust her hips violently skyward. 

"Oh god!" She declared, having never felt anything like that. "Don't stop!" And obligingly, he didn't. Amber gasped and moaned, her hips jumping frantically from the ground to the heavens and back as the snakes lightning quick forked tongue flashed over and around her throbbing clit. She wanted desperately to touch herself, but the snake continued to hold her down as he gave her a tongue lashing unlike any the world had seen before. 

"Pleas oh please of god DAMN!" Amber screamed as the serpent drove her to ever higher peaks without letting her crest. "You're killing me!" She had crushed the grass under her hips between her frantic bucking and her wanton grinding as she sought release against maddeningly mounting pleasure. "Please..." she half whined half moaned, pleading, "let me cum.." This time, he did not oblige, but instead said again "Patience." Amber moaned again in frustration and redoubled her efforts to escape, to touch herself, but again, the snake kept her pinned. And he stopped licking her clit. A sobbing moan escaped Amber when she realized that and she begged him again.

"Please.. oh please..." tears had sprung into her eyes from the fierce inferno of desire the serpent had lit in her loins and it's fire was burning her body up. She felt she would soon die if she didn't get release. "Ple..." Her final plea turned into a scream of surprise and pleasure as the snake jackknifed his head and body and drove the wedge shape of his jaw into her pussy, until a good six inches of him had spread her tight cunt wider than it had ever been, and his snout was buried firmly against her g-spot. 

As that happened, in that very instant, fireworks went off behind ambers eyes and the inferno which had raged in her loins roared through her entire body. An orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced wracked her frame, causing every muscle to twitch and dance of it's own will, Amber had no control, she was an animal, plain and simple, and merely along for the ride as what the serpent had just done short-circuited all her higher functions. She screamed wordlessly and thrashed wildly, her body feeling stretched and filled as never before while the naughtiness of what she was doing added fuel to the fire. 

She keened and wailed as the orgasm continued unabated for what seemed a near eternity, and just when she was beginning to come down from the high, the serpent moved, pushing deeper inside her. A ragged gasp escaped her lungs and her body arched as much as it could "Oh GOD!" she whispered. Feeling her body stretching uncomfortably to the invader, "Please.." she begged, still in a whisper, "Oh please.." but she wasn't sure what she was begging for, even as it felt as if here body were being torn in half by the snaked increasingly thick girth as first eight, then ten inches of him slid into her clasping cunt. 

Amber tried to beg him to stop, but all that would come out of her mouth sounded like a persistent stutter. "St... st... st..." She said for long moments as more and more of her body was invaded, she began to wonder about the time the tenth inch slid inside her if the snake really did intend to rip her in two. But at the same time every nerve ending in her body was on fire, and she thought abstractly that even if he did, she'd die in a state of bliss.

And then it happened. The wedge shape of the serpents head drove into the tightly sealed opening of her cervix like a freight train, and the orgasm of a moment ago felt like the barest stirrings compared to the nuclear blast which THAT set off inside her. 

She was screaming and didn't even know it, her body was arched even more severely than before, the top of her head and her toes all that were touching now, but it was precarious for every muscle in her body redoubled it's twitching and spasming as cum gushed from her, coating the serpents body and falling on the grass like rain as she came and came and came. 

"OH GOD!" She croaked as her body seemed to be pulling itself apart. "Please! STOP!" But the serpent didn't hear or ignored her, for he had one more trick to play. With his snout buried firmly against the hot button that was ambers cervix, and with more than a foot of his body shoved inside her, he did all that he'd promised her. He writhed. His body moved it seemed in every direction conceivable inside her, twisting, rising, falling, whipping side to side, and all the while his snout was pushing harder and harder against her virgin cervix.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Amber was panting a rhythmic moan, like a mantra to steady herself but it wasn't working, she could feel her insides twisting up again for another orgasm and she just knew it would be even bigger than the last.. she wondered if she'd survive. She wondered if she'd care. And then she felt it. 

"Sweet.." she started to exclaim, but a ragged gasp cut her off, "Sweet.." she tried again but her mouth had gone completely dry. A blinding light went off behind her eyes and she felt her body shatter, and she finally managed it "SWEET JESUS!" She exclaimed as loudly as she could as the serpents head pushed finally inside her cervix, opening her completely up before him. And her orgasm crushed her mind, leaving her a rutting bitch beast, impaled on a pitiless serpent who was fucking her harder and deeper and just plain better than she'd ever been fucked since her creation. Cum gushed out of her beyond her control, and she screamed from pleasure so intense she ached with it until her voice gave out and then she still couldn't shut her mouth, so full did she fill. She screamed again, shrill and long and unrestrained before she blacked out from the pleasure. As she slipped into darkness, she had the strangest inkling that the snake was still moving up inside her. 

Amber woke slowly, for she was very tired, and quite sore to boot, and didn't particularly want to wake, but the sun was shining hot on her naked body, and the grass was soaked with her cum, now sticky and cold. The breeze felt good, cooling her overheated and overworked body, but it was chilly and she shivered a bit, or maybe those were the remnants of her last orgasm, she couldn't say. And so she came awake at last. The serpent she noted was no where in evidence, but she'd remember that experience for the rest of her days, and somehow she felt sure that she would be seeing (and feeling) him again...



In the Garden...



It was a beautiful day in June. Not just any day, It was Shay's birthday.

Rick had asked for weeks what she would like to do on "her day." She would always reply, " I've had too many without you, I want this to be you and me doin nothin but hangin out with each other. All day and all night."

He thought to himself it sounded like it was "his special day." He knew they would both be giving and receiving of each other. They always made sure of that.

Shay had opened her eyes to an empty bed. He was up and doing his routine. An early morning bike ride before it got too warm.

Almost an empty bed. She picked up the yellow rose he had placed on his pillow. She held it to her nose and inhaled it sweet scent. 

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She knew that he had clipped the rose from their garden. 

The two of them loved the garden that they had carefully put together. It started out small but had increased in size a lot. It was filled with rhododendrons, beautiful hydrangeas and beds of sweet 'forget-me-nots'. 

The juniper and azaleas worked in the landscaping well.

Rick would laugh at her and exercise a lot of patients when she would garden with him. Shay had to have a story or reason for everything she put in the garden. And she would always go through her list as soon as someone would ask about a certain bloom.....he could hear her, 

"Oh! That white rose, it's a 'white English rose,' his parents are from the English decent,"

"Oh!" she would laugh." That's my favorite over there! The Yellow Rose of Texas!" 

"Oh, the little 'forget-me-nots'! Well, I know he put them in there for me!" she would say. 

"Oh yes ... the pretty zinnias. They are planted so we can place a lot of color inside. They smell funny ... but they look pretty!"

On and on she would go.

Rick had really put a lot of time in making this garden a tranquil place. He had a nice size pond with goldfish and Koi fish in it. And the sound of the waterfall was so relaxing.

They would sit in the garden for hours sometimes. Lost in the colors and shapes of the plants and flowers. And each other.

At times enjoying the sounds of the different chimes that Shay loved so much.

There was a small patio area with redwood loungers and a chair with overstuffed cushions. A few steps from the patio was a double size macrame' hammock tied between two big trees that they were known to lay in for hours just holding each other. A gentle breeze would rock them and they would listen to the waterfall.

Daylight had found them there many times.



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It was almost noon when Shay heard Rick coming through the back door whistling a tune to himself.

His hands took her hips from behind as he lightly blew the thin strands of hair from her neck and kissed it softly.

Shay inhaled slowly as she felt his lips working on her neck. She tilted her head forward so he would have total access, encouraging him to stay there.

He pulled away from her and began to sing, " Happy Birthday to 'My Shay,' Happy Birthday to you…, Happy Birthday to 'My Shay Shay,' Happy Birthday to youuu!"

Shay turned to him smiling and asked, " Where is it?"

"Where is what Baby?", Rick replied as he stepped to the refrigerator for a bottle of juice.

A child like smile spread across her face that made her dimples even deeper," My present!" she responded, maintaining her smile.

Rick held his mouth full of juice as he replayed in his head her response she had been giving him for weeks now.

Rick stood steadfast where he was, only turning his head, faced her and responded with, " what happen to ... 'I have had to many without you, all I want is you and me doin nuthin but hangin out, all day and all night' Shay Lyn?" and of course he done this in his best Shay impression he could gather. He then closed one eye and stared at her waiting for her hissy fit to emerge. He began to count down to himself, five, four, before three.....she blew.

"Richard! You took me serious! " by then she had grabbed a kitchen towel and was drying her hands quickly, 

"I surely hope you did not ' fuck up' not only 'MY DAY' but your 'MONTHS' by listenin to me on that one!" Shay shouted as she crossed her arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, holding the kitchen towel.

Rick was really having to fight laughing at her little tantrum as he walked to her taking the towel from her hands and placing it around her head to blindfold her. " Now Shay don't start!" he snapped with a grin as he took her hand with his free hand and began walking her to the back door.

Shay shouted as she began to slap at the air trying to connect with him for covering her eyes, " What are you doing! Get this dayum towel off my face Richard! Now dayum it!"

Rick had her at the back door by then and out the door he pushed her gently and removed the towel.

Shay was still swinging her arms when she realized the back of his truck was full of greenery. Flowers and plants. Big bags of top soil and pine bark mulch. 

Shay swallowed and turn to look at Rick to find him standing behind her with his juice bottle turned up to his lips, his eyes cut to her and drinking his juice. He glanced at her breast as she inhaled and exhaled quickly, then quickly made eye contact with her again.

"What is all this Rick?", she asked in a much sweeter tone.

Rick took the juice bottle from his lips and took her by the hand strutting like a rooster. He led her to the truck and as he lowered the tailgate he begin to whistle the tune of 'Happy Birthday.'

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After the tailgate was down he sat the juice bottle on it and leaned to her taking her by the wrists, pulling her to him. Holding her close, he slid his hands in the back pockets of her shorts and looked her in her eyes smiling. "Shay Shay, I know how you like to tell a story about the things in the Garden. I stopped by the nursery and picked up a few things and I have a story about some of 'em for you." 

He pushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her lightly on her lips pulling her closer, and asked," want to hear it?"

Feeling a little more than embarrassed at this moment by almost going off on what she thought was the sweetest man in the world, at this moment, she just nodded to him.

He knew he had won the battle, he just wasn't sure about the war.

"Well," he started with confidence. He turned and leaned to a flat of greenery and pulled the information stake out of one of the five gallon pots. He placed it in her cleavage with a smile on his face and said, " Jasmine, because that's what my Baby smells like all the time."

Shay had no expression on her face. She allowed him to have his time of making her feel really guilty.

Rick then leaned more to a group of buckets. Pulling another information stake locking his eyes on hers and placing it with the other one, "Gardenias. Dwarf Gardenia Bushes because my Baby likes 'em."

Rick knew by the look in her eyes he was batting a thousand.

"I am doing good huh Shay?" he asked in a sassy way.

Shay smiled at him and replied softly, "Yes Shuggar, you are doin great."

Rick then assured her "No wait Baby! I saved the best for last!" Rick stepped up in the back of the truck and placed a ten gallon pot that had a beautiful, full Palm Tree in it. He then reached for some individual pots of Monkey Grass, and placed them around the pot holding the Palm Tree. He then squatted down in the bed of the truck and with a half smile he asked, "You know what this story will be Baby?"

Shay smiles a cheesy smile and replied honestly, " Not a clue Rick..."

"Well, I am gonna tell ya Shuggar!" he responded in his best Texas drawl ever. And he began," Shay, stay with me here." He pointed at the Palm Tree, " I love your soft palms on me, you know, when you are strokin me" then he winked at her. He points to the Monkey Grass and says," Baby, you remember telling me about a pine tree you had in Texas that when it pollinated it had these things sticking up on its branches that looked like 'Monkey Dicks." You called it a 'Monkey Dick Tree.' Monkey Grass...Monkey Dick Tree...You with me Shay?" he asked.

Shay tilted her head and tried her best to keep from laughing at him.

He then grabbed a sack and pulled out some beautiful bamboo chimes.

He knew how she loved chimes.

"Look at this Shay Lyn," he said as he pointed to the long, slender, shiny knobby sticks of bamboo.

Looking in her eyes he smiled and told her, "Me, my Dick. Hard, slick. The head is shiny and kind of knobby. You know that!"

Shay had all she could take. She felt laughter coming from her belly and he knew it was coming. It was showing on her face.

He loved to get her like that. She laughed at his little performance until tears were rolling down her cheeks and her sides ached.

Shay had to put her arms around him. She loved him so much. She thought to herself. He knew how she loved the Garden and how she loved watching him work in it. 

She reached up and took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately.

When she felt he needed some air, she released him.

His smile spread over his face as she held it in her hands.

"Thank you Rick," she whispered "Let's start planting ok?"

He swallowed and told her "Hey, it's your day. Why don't you get you something to read? Kick back Baby. I will get this stuff planted for ya." 

He knew that was a nice gesture but he also knew they usually "locked horns" as Shay would put it when they worked on the landscaping part of the garden. Choices of plants they agreed on. Landscaping was a different issue all together and he had it planned in his head where he wanted things to go.

"Oh Rick..." she whined, " you know I love to dig and help,"

"Ah ... yeah Baby, but its your Birthday. Kick back! You can water after I'm finished. Get to thinking about where you want those chimes hanging. How about that?"

Shay knew what he was doing. And she knew why. But she wanted to help. She also knew how to get her way.

With a sweet sigh of agreeing she replied, " OK Shuggar. I need to make a phone call and I will bring you a cold beer and watch you."

"That's my girl" Rick thankfully beamed as he started to the shed for tools.

Shay headed to the house with a smile on her face.

 ~o~

As Shay walked by the island in the kitchen, she picked up the cordless phone, punched *mem 4*, knowing that was the programmed number to Pizza Inn. When the employee answered the phone, Shay politely said, "Just seeing if you were opened! Bye now!" and clicked the phone off with a grin. 

Now she told her self as she walked to her bedroom, that just covered me on making a phone call.

She knew what she had to do.

Some say a way to a mans heart is through their stomach. Not as far as Shay was concerned about Rick. It was through his eyes.

Shay had a weapon. The weapon was refereed to as her "Nasty Shorts." They were his weakness. Or one of them anyway. They were a pair of cut off jeans that were definitely dangerous. The legs were cut so short and at an angle that her tanned round butt was exposed almost completely, the only thing covering her butt was the back pockets. The pockets in front laid on her legs. The double seam in the crotch was all the crotch was. They rode on her hips low. Faded and frayed. Poor Rick didn't stand a chance.

She slipped her shorts off and slid into her nasty shorts. She loved the way the double seam fit next to her. It was always a pleasure not only for Rick to see her in these but for her as well to wear them.

She removed her top and as she removed her bra the information stakes fell to the floor. She put on a turquoise bathing suit top. One of her pockets on the back of her shorts cut in half was about the size of the two pieces of material that were covering her full tanned breast. The sides of her breast were not even being covered. Basically, her nipples were covered.

She stepped in their bathroom, slipped on her Nike sun visor and headed to the kitchen.

Shay took her and Rick a cold beer out of the refrigerator, slipped them in matching coozies and out to the garden she went.

 ~o~

Rick had unloaded the truck and had poured some top soil into the wheel barrow. 

He was squatted down and measuring off a particular area when Shay slipped up behind him.

He had removed his t shirt so she touched his bare back with her knee as she handed him his beer over his shoulder.

"Thanks Birthday Girl!" he said without looking up.

"You are so welcome!" Shay responded in a playful voice.

She then started walking to an area that was straight across from the area Rick was focused on. He had looked over his shoulder and was counting pots of Monkey Grass as she got into his viewing area when he looked forward.

Shay squatted down with her beer in her hand and her legs spread and waited for him to face straight ahead.

The expression on his face when he seen her was priceless.

Rick remained in a squatting position, and so did Shay.

Their eyes were locked into each other as they both took a drink of their beer.

Rick's eyes took a quick glance between her legs and then back to her eyes.

"What ya doin Shay?" Rick asked in a raspy voice.

"Just watchin you work Shuggar." she replied.

Rick inhaled and exhaled in a strained way and said, " You might get them little shorts dirty right there. You might need to move back away from here." Taking his beer to his mouth never taking his eyes from hers.

Shay reached down and scooped a handful of soil in her free hand. Placed it to her exposed tummy and let it fall down her.

"You know I like to get dirty Rick. Especially in my old nasty shorts. Let me help ya. I will do what ever you need done," she responded in her sexy seductive voice that would knock him over ever time.

Rick knew she had won before any words were spoken. 

They both took a sip of their beers and Rick told her as he had a habit of doing, " Shay Lyn...you don't play fair."

And she assured him he was right by answering, " ......I know."

 ~o~

The planting was going at a good pace.

Rick was trying his best to just keep his mind on what he was doing, not thought of Shay in her nasty shorts.

Shay was keeping her sights on him as well. She loved watching him work the garden. He kept his body in great shape. Not only tight but tanned as well. Whatever he was doing, his muscles in his arms, legs, chest, tummy, shoulders or back would glisten with the sweat that had formed on his body. Every line of his muscular body was accented with shadowing. He had this thing he would do when he would be thinking to himself. He would flex his chest muscles. Left then right. She always assumed he was not aware of her watching him doing this, then again, he probably knew she was and liked the expression that would always come over her face.

Rick was uncoiling the water hose and Shay was watching the fish in the pond. 

Shay had knelt down and was scooping some leaves from the water. To reach them better she got on her hands and knees.

Rick was lightly watering the freshly planted foliage when he happen to see her in this most tantalizing position. He took the view in as if he was in a haze. Her tight tanned ass revealed more than covered. The seam of her nasty shorts was the only fabric between her legs. The fringed hem of the shorts laid on her ass cheeks they were cut so high. Rick smiled to himself as he thought about taken her right there from behind. He felt his cock agree with him. He could see her full breast hanging stretching her turquoise tub top as he looked between her legs.

Realizing that he had over watered in one area he moved a little closer to where Shay was, still on her knees.

Without turning to Rick, Shay remarked, " I am hot Rick! What do you think about me just going over in the pond..."

"Let me cool you off ," he replied as he slowly aimed the water hose at his target. He sprayed her nasty shorts with a steady stream of cool water reminding her as he laughed, " I told you that you were going to get those little shorts dirty!"

Shay began to squeal and stand as the cool water ran down her legs. It did feel good.

Rick turned the water from her knowing she would let it stop there.

As she approached him he started telling her that he was just helping her out.

"I was concerned about you Babe. You looked like you were overheating. It's them dayum shorts Shay! You need to get rid of 'em!" he jokingly shouted.

"Sure thang!" Shay replied as she unzipped them and dropped them to the ground.

"See Baby! Now you are delirious from the heat!" and Rick began spraying her naked ass again.

Shay managed to pick up a section of the hose and bend it to stop the water flow.

"You look kinda hot too," she told Rick as she gently pulled the Waterhouse from his hand. She loved the smile that came on his face.

Shay reached for a belt loop on the front of his cut off jeans and slipped her index finger in it. She pulled the shorts away from his body and placed the Waterhouse nozzle in the front of his shorts and let the water flow back through the hose. Rick stood there with his hands on his hips letting her have her moment. He loved her playfulness. He then reached for the snap, unzipped and slid his shorts off. Then he untied her swim suit top and tossed it.

They played spraying each other. He teased her breast and between her legs with the water. If she was not responding the way he thought she should, he would adjust the pressure flow of the water.

Shay done the same to him. Letting the water seduce and tease every part of his body.

The sun was almost down and they were still enjoying their water foreplay. Their bodies were naked, wet and so excited. They both loved long sessions of teasing and foreplay.

Rick took the hose and shut off the spray nozzle as he held her right nipple in his mouth. He then scooped her up in his arms and started whistling the tune to "Happy Birthday." He carried his Shay to the huge macrame' hammock that was tied between two trees by the pond. She had one arm around his neck and teasing his left nipple with her other hand.

 ~o~

Rick placed his mouth on her soft lips, and mouthed to her, " You are not afraid of me flippin you off of his thing?"

Shay replied still being held by his mouth, "You mastered this trick along time ago," he felt her smile under his mouth.

Rick stepped up to the hammock and pushed it forward with his thighs. He then turned a little and stepped over it, straddling the hammock. He then gently laid her down. 

Shay carefully moved over as he laid his body down on top of her, his legs between hers. The slightest movement of their bodies caused the hammock to swing. Just a slow swaying like their bodies were suspended in air.

Rick took her left nipple in his mouth and held it there as he gently squeezed her right breast. Gently stroking the nipple with his thumb. His hard cock was pulsating on her leg where it laid between them.

Shay placed her arms around his neck, holding his head in her hands, as he began to slide up her. She flinched when she felt the swollen head of his cock touch her special place. Rick felt her hips rise a little. He began to whisper," Whoa Shay... Whoa....remember we are not on solid ground here Baby. You get too crazy and we will be..." a smile beaming down at her.

Her body wanted him and she wanted him now. Her need for him to be connected to her was so intense. More than ever before.

There was something different about her. He could sense it.

He noticed a tear trailing off from the corner of her eye. He touched it, wiped it away and asked her if she was ok.

Shay inhaled deep as if trying to push something way down inside her.

"Make love to me Rick. Slow and easy like we started," she closed her eyes.

Rick pushed up with his arms and let his legs go to the ground. He then slid his shaft between her legs. He took his fingers and spread her exposing her pink. With a slight push he was sliding into her. 




In the Garden...



Shay arched her back from the excitement of his touch. As always she could feel the mushrooming head penetrate her tight hole and making its way deeper into her. He was so thick. 

As Rick began to piston in and out of her he could see his cock disappear and re appear glistening in her wetness. He breast bounced as he picked up his stride. He began teasing her swollen bud with his finger.

Shay moaned and wrapped her legs around him. She opened her eyes and placed her hands on his forearms as he thrust in her hard. She began soft gasp of "Rick, Rick, Rick" in time with his thrusting. 

Rick felt her tiny body clamp onto his cock as her words changed to ," Yes! Yes! Yes!' she was cumin. Multiple orgasms shot through her. Rick felt each one as she dug into his forearms with her nails.

Without Rick noticing Shay had slipped her right hand between them. She took one of his balls in her hand and began to massage it. It was so hard and tight, needing to be emptied. The hammock had began to swing back and forth instead of side to side due to his thrusting into her. This made her body meet his slamming with even more force.

Immediately his head went back and he grit his teeth. As he lowered his head and looked at Shay he began to empty into her. Making love to his Shay while he was standing over her like she was suspended in air.

Rick carefully extended his body back on the hammock with her. They regained their breathing and held each other a while in silence. Listening to the chimes and the waterfall.

"Shay" Rick whispered as he held her, " Why the tear?"

Shay swallowed hard and told him, " several reasons Shuggar. Mostly because you gave me what I asked for on my Birthday. Time alone with you. I asked you to make love to me slow and easy like we done the first time we were together. You did that too. You just made love to me like it was our first time and possibly out last."

Shay wiped the next tear as she held him.



In the Garden



During the summer when I was eighteen, when the long school holidays were even longer because I had sat public exams well before the end of the semester, I spent a lot of time being naked, almost every opportunity - at home, when no one else was around, and out in the woods and downland half a mile or so from the house. I'm not sure what brought it on, I guess it was just a part of my developing sexuality. These nude sessions did not always involve masturbation, I would take enough pleasure just from being naked, especially outside. I would fantasise about being naked in the woods when I couldn't actually be there. This yearning for outdoor nakedness has never left me and though they don't arise as often as I would like, opportunities for nude sunbathing and swimming are rarely passed up.

Sometimes I would go out into the garden naked. This had the extra thrill of the risk of being seen which, given my home's setting, was quite high. The house had one parallel neighbour on one side, then five houses backing onto our land the other side, and another house adjoining at the end of our long garden. I wouldn't stay outside for more than a few minutes, just enough to feel the summer air on my skin, the grass under my bare feet and the sun's warmth all over. My heart would be beating fast as the excitement of being nude outside and the risk of being seen combined to energise me completely.

One day when I had slipped naked into the garden and laid out on a sun lounger, I realised I had been seen. Across the fence and shrubs at the foot of the garden, about a hundred feet away stood a man in a sports jacket staring at me! I rushed up from the sun lounger and into the house. Had he really seen me? Had he been watching for long? Would he report me to my parents? I was really frightened at first.

I looked out of a window down the garden: he was still there! Was he waiting to see if I came out again? Hell, did he want me to come out again?! Was he making up his mind to tell on me? 

I looked at him more closely. I knew that he lived in the adjoining house as I had seen him before. Because both adjoining properties had long gardens we weren't on speaking terms as neighbours, although my parents had met him once when there was some fallen fencing after a storm. He was always quite smartly dressed and I guessed him to be in his early 30s. He lived with his mother, who was also smartly dressed and a bit of a dragon - i hated to have to collect footballs or cricket balls whenever they went over into their garden. 

He was still there, staring into our garden. Could he even see me in the house? I quickly pulled on my clothes. Then I thought I would just go out into the garden as if nothing had happened and see if he reacted. So even more nervously than when I would run into the garden naked, I sauntered out of the house and, on the spur of the moment, started calling the cat which I then pretended to look for. 

After a minute or so, I looked up. The man was still there, now with his arms folded. What did he mean by that? I went to look away when I thought - but couldn't be sure - I saw him give a slight smile.

As it happens with a British summer the next few days were rainy and cooler so there were no more opportunities to go out into the garden naked, even if I'd have the nerve to do so knowing I might again be seen by the neighbour at the back. After a couple of days of fright at every knock at the door - has that man come to tell my parents? - my thoughts progressed from nervousness to a growing certainty that I was in the clear, he wasn't going to tell on me. Then I started to think that he might have enjoyed seeing me naked - and I found myself then fantasising with increasing arousal about being naked under his gaze again. I was a slim, moderately tall, tanned eighteen year-old, fit from the summer semester's athletic season in which I led the sprint team: I had strong muscular legs and a tightly muscled butt. I had few girl friends, we were all boys at school, so the prospect of all those girls at university had me more than a little excited.

I had not had sex; I had not long discovered that masturbation was something to take pleasure in, not something to feel guilty and perverted about. I knew little about gay sex but I knew it happened: I remembered a couple of years earlier being sat in a public lavatory while on a family seaside holiday reading with shock and open-mouthed wonder a graffiti story of a young man being seduced by his father's friend after having 'played wrestling' on the beach. Shocked - and aroused. I was back to that particular cubicle so frequently that I had to pretend tummy trouble.

These thoughts came back to me as I thought about my neighbour. I knew from the little story I'd read that men would touch and suck each other's cocks and soon I was fantasising about doing the same things with my neighbour. My masturbation sessions became more and more frequent and frenetic. I found myself resolving to test this fantasy, to see if it could turn real. I had to come up with a plan.

As it is, my mother came up with the plan. Thinking it was time I did something to earn some pocket money, she suggested I go around to see if some of the neighbours wanted gardening or odd jobs done.

"You could start with the house at the back," she said. "I think their shrubs are overgrown and pushing on our fence again. If we have another stormy winter, it'll bring our fence down again."

"All right, mum," I replied. Then as casually possible I asked if she knew the neighbour's name. 

"Um, Andrew, I think, Andrew Robinson. Not sure about his mother's name - it's certainly not the duchess she makes out to be," mum finished scornfully.

So now I had my plan and a name. The next day was Saturday so I guessed the neighbour would not be at work. I set off around ten-thirty to walk around to the front of his house, about a ten-minute walk. Summer was back with a vengeance and it was already a hot day. I was nervous, of course, but strangely confident. I thought that if Andrew was at home, my visit would at least throw him a little and I would be on the front foot. I had no idea how that might get me from offering to cut back some shrubs to us playing with each other's penises but I was too excited in my fantasy-land to worry too much about the logistics!

I arrived at the house and, after a moment's hesitation, knocked on the front door. To my disappointment - at first - Andrew's mother answered the door.

"Yes?" she said haughtily. She was smartly dressed, subtly made-up and, I realised to my surprise, quite attractive, for what I would term then as an old woman. I hadn't yet seen the movie The Graduate where the attractions of an older woman were suddenly made clear. She even had the same name as that seducing neighbour!

"Good morning, Mrs Robinson," I said, as clearly and politely as possible. "I am very sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you would like some odd jobs done around the garden. I'm hoping to earn a little pocket money - I am saving for a trip to Paris to visit the art galleries this summer -" (this was a moment's inspiration, to make me sound a serious, cultural student - "so I am asking neighbours if they would like some work done. I live in the house at the back of your house, Mrs Robinson."

My serious and polite demeanour, the impression of hard-working and cultural attitudes, and my warm but deferential smile all seemed to have some effect.

"Hhm," she muttered, "well, I admire your enterprise, young man. Let me think, yes the shrubs that back onto your parents' garden are overgrown and Andrew is always too busy or tired to take on something like that. You had better come in and talk to him though. A friend is about to collect me to take me down to the coast for the rest of the weekend."

Mrs Robinson led the way into the house and out to the garden. Andrew - the man who a few days ago had seen me naked in my garden - was sat at a patio table reading a broadsheet newspaper with serious intent.

"Andrew," his mother addressed him. "This young man - what is your name?" she turned to ask me.

"Robert Laing, Mrs Robinson, "I replied, sticking to my policy of full politeness. 

"Thank-you. And how old are you, Robert?"

"I'm eighteen, Mrs Robinson."

She paused briefly, then seemed to unstiffen her pose slightly. That seemed strange.

"This young man," she continued now to her son, "wants to do some odd jobs for some pocket money and I thought he could trim the shrubs at the back. He's from the house at the back so I should think he can be trusted."

While Mrs Robinson was telling him this, Andrew had put down his paper and turned around to look at us both, his eyes catching me with a slight start and he at first hesitated to reply to his mother. I had been right - I had put him on the back foot. There was no danger of him telling anyone about the last time he had seen me - after all, I had been naked and he couldn't possibly have told his mother - could he? -and saying anything now would cause surprise as to why he had not said something before.

"Hello, yes, Robert, thank-you," he said, seemingly as nervous as I had felt. Then sudden more confidently, he spoke again.

"I believe I have seen you before, yes, in your garden."

Apart from a mild polite smile, there was no indication that this meant anything than normal social niceties. We two however knew it meant something else - and in a rush my nerves flooded back: not because I now feared Andrew would report my behaviour - but because I now feared my frantic fantasising of the last few days was getting closer to reality.

"Well, I must get myself ready," said Mrs Robinson. "Ginny will be here any minute. I'll let you two sort things out between you."

She bent over Andrew and kissed him on the cheek, before turning to me and reaching to shake my hand.

"Goodbye, young man. Do a good job and this could be a regular thing for you. I'm sure Andrew will look after you decently."

She turned and walked back into the house. Had there been a hint of knowingness in that last sentence, a slight over-emphasis, a light smile? I was taken aback - this was a strange place for me!

Andrew stood up and led me to a garden shed. We collected the relevant tools and walked down to the end of the garden where not only were the shrubs overgrown but there was long grass as well and a lot of weeds.

"I don't get into this part of the garden as much as mother would like, I'm afraid," he explained, "I travel abroad a lot with my City job so weekends are really for relaxing. In fact, I was down here a few days ago inspecting this mess and thinking I should get someone in to clear it up, and here you are."

He spoke with a flat voice, but I sensed his words were chosen to let me know he had clearly seen me. Well, I was back to feeling confident again, and if he wanted to pass underlying messages, I was going to do so as well. 

"Yes, I think I saw you," I replied, looking directly at him and holding the look for a second longer than might otherwise seem polite.

"Well, if you set to, I'll go fetch some refuse bags and also a cold drink, it's going to be warm work for you I'm afraid."

I did indeed set to and it was hot and strenuous work that I nonetheless enjoyed. Andrew had sat back at the patio table with his newspaper and also a briefcase, but from time to time I felt he was watching me, not reading his paper.

Soon my shirt was drenched with sweat. I stood up, sipped the cold lemonade Andrew had brought out for me, then undid and removed my shirt before attacking some of the tall grass with a scythe. Andrew was definitely watching me now.

"Are you a sportsman, Robert?" He asked - of course he had been watching me.

"Athletics, sir," I replied, "I'm a sprinter."

I could have sworn he glanced down at my thighs, that were shaped like those of any sure sprinter's, big and muscular and encased in a pair of shorts that I had probably grown out of last summer: I had been really planning this scene!

"Ah, I was the same at school and college," Andrew said and stood up. For a moment, I thought he was going to challenge me to a sprint around the garden!

"Shorts are a good idea in this heat," he continued, "I'm going to change into some."

With that he walked into the house, which we had heard his mother leave from about a hour earlier. My head was near spinning now, my fantasising was meeting reality much quicker than I thought possible, and I was both thrilling at and fearing the next minutes. I bent back down to the work, by now my youthful body reacting to this excitement as my cock began to harden in my shorts.

Andrew returned. He was now wearing a polo shirt and tennis shorts. His torso was surprisingly muscular and filled out the polo shirt nicely. The shorts looked taut around thighs that were indeed athletic-like. I wanted him to realise I'd noticed.

"You must find time to keep up some sport at least, sir," I said. "Do you belong to a gym?"

"There's a gym near the office and I always pick a hotel with a gym when I'm travelling", Andrew replied. "And I like to go swimming when I can. One of the houses up the road, the Braithewaites, they have a pool and they kindly allow me to use it when they're at their house in France. They're there now actually, so I will probably go over for a swim later."

He paused.

"Why don't you come along too, when you've finished? A swim will be perfect after all this hot work you're doing, and good for your muscles too."

"That would be great, sir, thank-you." 

"Andrew, please," he replied.

"That would be great, Andrew, thank-you," I stared back at him.

I turned again to my labours. Where had this self-confidence come from, this sexual assertion? Here I was, an eighteen years-old youth with no sexual experience other than with my own hand, flirting - there was no other word now - with a thirty-something successful City businessman. Who still lived with his mother. Who a few days ago had watched me lie naked in my garden.

It was three o'clock when Andrew called a halt. Earlier he had brought out some delicious ham sandwiches and more lemonade which I had barely paused to eat. Now he had two cold beers in one hand and two towels tucked under his other arm.

"I think you can probably handle a beer, Robert," he smiled.

"Thank-you, I can, especially one this cold," I replied, taking one beer from his hand that I deliberately touched for a moment longer than necessary. I felt Andrew sizing up the situation. I was sure now that it would take little to happen to make explicit what had been growing below the surface all day: that we wanted to have sex with each other. Was he gay? Was he very experienced? He was going to have to make the first direct sign. Confident as I had felt, I was still unsure that I wouldn't do something that would just make things too awkward and the opportunity would be gone. So I was going to wait.

"Ready for that swim?" Andrew asked.

I smiled and we set off for his friends' house. We chatted idly on the way, before Andrew asked if I had a girlfriend, to which of course the answer was no.

"Me neither," said Andrew, "no time with this job. So I have to take my fun when and where I can."

This was grown-up man-to-man talk! Or more flirting.

"At least with all the travelling opportunities do arise. And I do have varied tastes so there's usually somebody suitable and available."

Even someone as naive as me knew he was now telling me that he had sex with men and women. And I was a young man who was about to swim in a pool in an otherwise empty house and return to this man's otherwise empty house. Was this now another of his "opportunities" that had arisen?

We arrived at his friends' house and were quickly through into the garden where the large rectangular pool sparkled invitingly in the sun. Of course, I had no swimsuit, but I planned to wear my boxer shorts. Andrew had pulled off his polo shirt as I took off my own top. I dropped my shorts and stepped out of them as if to head for the pool, but I turned round to check on Andrew.

He had removed his tennis shorts and wore nothing underneath. I could not help staring at his cock, which looked about 7 inches long in what appeared to be a semi-hardening state.

"This garden is completely secluded, so I never bother with a costume," he said.

After a moment's more staring at each other, Andrew took a short run and jumped into the pool. I paused, then pulled down my boxer shorts. At least I wouldn't be explaining why they were soaking wet.

I jumped in the pool and began swimming strongly up and down the pool, soon alongside Andrew and matching him stroke for stroke. We must have swum for a good half an hour. While I was focused on the athletic exercise of my body, I was also very much aware of the feel of being naked in the water, a delicious new experience for me. And I was also conscious that I was swimming alongside another naked man, and one I had fantasised about being naked with for the last few days! The reality was so much better, so far.

We both stopped our swimming at the same time, resting against the poolside, both our bodies heaving as we took the deep breaths to recover from our exertions. I wondered if Andrew's cock was as erect as mine. I was about to find out.

"Dry off in the sun?" Andrew asked. I nodded and we climbed out of the pool, two naked men about five foot nine tall, slim muscular bodies and each with seven inches of erect manhood protruding before us as walked over to the towels which we laid on the grass.

My heart was beating with something other than the exertion of our swim now. Andrew leaned on one elbow facing me.

"You know I saw you in your garden the other day?" he asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"Is that why you came to my house today?"

I hesitated to reply. There was nothing in his tone that suggested he was doing anything other than conducting a regular business tone. But here we were, maybe two feet apart, both naked, both with full erections, both with heads glistening with pre-cum.

"Yes," I finally breathed out, "the gardening was a genuine offer, but yes, I came here because I knew you had seen me."

"And what were you expecting? What did you want to know or happen?"

"At first I was worried you might tell my parents, but as you hadn't come to my house I thought maybe you wouldn't. But the only way I could know you wouldn't tell on me was to meet you face to face."

"So when you realised I wasn't going to tell on you, what more did you think?"

I paused. This was it.

"I thought - I think -" I was swallowing hard. "I think maybe you liked seeing me."

"And thinking this, what did you think might happen if I let you into my house? Had you thought about that? Tell me what you imagined would happen."

I was under a spell now. He still had not said anything that directly said yes, he did enjoy watching me naked, he did enjoy being naked with me now, he did want to have sex with me. All questions and I was being made to reveal my most private thoughts one by one. Was this why he was a successful City businessman?

"Robert, please tell me what you thought might happen."

I looked at him, I looked at his naked body wet from the pool glistening in the sun, I looked at his swollen erection, its pink circumcised head almost glowing full of blood, my own cock bigger and harder than I had known it before. Somehow there was still enough blood to rush to my head.

"This," I said and swiftly raised myself up sufficient to reach out for his erection and took it in my hand. It was amazing to hold! Of course I knew what it was to hold an erect cock - but of course only my own. This was so different - a hard, strong cock attached to another man! I started to stroke it, not yet able to look Andrew in the face.




In the Garden



Andrew didn't move at first as I stroked his erection slowly but firmly up and down. His breathing was heavier then he lay back fully so his cock in my hand was now standing upright. I could look at him now, confident that my first time efforts were meeting with the approval of this experienced older man. 

"And had your thoughts taken you any further?" He was back to his questioning, but this time his handsome face had broken into a smile. I smiled back at him.

"Yes," I said, my confidence and sheer lust bursting through my tingling body - "This" - as I bent my head over his groin and pulled that shining, solid cock into my mouth and begin sucking and licking for all I was worth. I was astounded by how amazing it felt - how alive I was - how right this was - how soft-hard he felt - how delicious the taste as his pre-cum flowed. I heard him laugh.

"You can slow down, Robert, we have lots of time!"

With that he reached down for my own cock and took me firmly in his hand stroking me almost as rapidly as I was stroking and sucking on his cock. I had been so turned on for all the hours I had worked in his garden, knowing he was watching me again, knowing he admired my body when I had stripped off my shirt, knowing he wanted me to swim naked alongside him: I knew I would not last long but I had barely room to sense what he was doing to my cock so obsessed was I with his thick member pulsing in and out of my mouth.

"Robert," he called out then moved our bodies slightly so that, I realised, he would take me in his mouth too. I felt his lips and tongue on my shaft and head, more finesse than my own lust-crazed inexperienced - no experience! - attentions but he was no less urgent.

In a moment, the stars exploded. I thrust hard into Andrew's mouth and came - he thrust into mine and gushed cum in my mouth, down my throat - I came and came - he came and came. We stopped moving, but for the rise and fall of our bodies as they played out the exertion of what can only have been a few minutes. The feel and taste of his cum in my mouth, the feel and fullness in my mouth of his still hard cock, then the feel of his mouth around my cock, the occasional caress of his tongue, the swallow in his throat as he drank more of me down. This was unreal and real all at once.

After a while, we moved to lying side by side, and Andrew caressed my arm and thigh.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you in your garden the other day," he said softly. "How to have you was another matter, given our respective ages. I had to hope you would be naked in your garden again as I thought you might do so to let me know you were doing it for me. I hoped I might see you this weekend and with my mother away - which she did deliberately by the way."

I was stunned.

"Your mother knew?" I sat upright.

"My mother knew. In fact, she has seen you before last week, yes, she has seen you naked several times before. She likes you but she thought you would be more interested in me. We are very close, no secrets."

My head was spinning again. All I could do was laugh and Andrew joined in.

"So when you turned up at the door this morning, I was shocked - shocked that I had not had to do anything more to let you know I was - I am very attracted to you - not just your fine body - but that sense of risk - that daring spark that had you naked in your garden. And still I wanted to make sure you were willing, that you would take the first direct sexual step. Hence the questioning. I was just making it more and more possible. And your final answer, by the way, was perfect."

We smiled at each other and fell into a tender yet passionate kiss.

"And now I shall telephone your mother, explain I want to treat you to a takeaway after all your hard work and tell her you want to know all about the City so we will be talking into the night. Does that sound ok to you?"

"I would actually like all of that but -"

"But yes, there will be more. I would like us to explore each other less urgently, I would like to introduce you to the art and delights of fucking and being fucked. This is such a thrill to have a novice! Let's go."

And we did. And he did.



In the Garden of Eve



Who would've thought one could walk into a fantasy?

Not me, before this very moment. Casino Gomorrah certainly fit the bill, though. The huge tower put the Luxor in Vegas to shame! Gomorrah offered its patrons every sort of wicked indulgence. Nothing was considered sacrosanct. Good thing too, since to delve into vice remained my sole purpose for coming. I came to gamble, but not by participating in the cheesy parlour games like the other drones. I played for higher stakes - my very future. I'd come to fuck a couple of men for money. Lots of it, too. Not only that, but my husband had insisted on it.

The elevator took forever to reach the penthouse level. I exited quickly, my heels clacking on the white marble flags of the hallway. Thick ebony veins ran through the white tile like inky rivers. The floor seemed ripped whole from a Hellenic temple. With a name like Gomorrah, I'd expected brimstone and basalt for the decor. On second thought, perhaps the salt-white stone did belong here. 

I shook my head to clear the idle thoughts that flickered inside. Ah, Eve. Reddish blonde hair didn't make someone genetically stupid. No time to space out now. Courage, girl! I had too much riding on this gambit. Bill wanted me to screw two men, Evan Summers and Adam DeWinter. These guys owned Phobos, a firm that needed American made high-tech weapons systems and small-arms for a concern out of Southeast Asia. They'd been in touch with Deimos, my husband's employer, for months now, and had flown here to sign the requisite papers. 

The $3 billion deal would provide my retirement fund. That is, it would once they signed their names in the right places! Bill's cut would amount to almost $4 million, mine half of that. But before they signed anything, Summers and DeWinter insisted on entertainment in the style they'd become accustomed to while living overseas. Apparently, back home, people sealed big money deals with more than a gentleman's handshake. Provided that the evening's entertainment satisfied them, they agreed that the deal would go through tonight. If not, then not. I carried the contract in a slim leather document pouch.

I hadn't cared about Bill's and Deimos' problem with entertaining the Phobos reps until he told me about their list of requirements for the evening's amusement. The woman had to be depilatoried, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 110 to 120 pounds in weight, and have natural red hair and green eyes. She needed to possess a toned body and a large, sensuous mouth with full lips. I froze when I heard the description. If they had added a Tigger tattoo on the left hip bone, that would've described me right down to my clean-shaved snatch. Bill saw my hesitation, and played his trump card before I could even voice an objection.

He knew I had slept around behind his back last year but had, I thought, forgiven me for my indiscretion. I hadn't loved Eric, I had loved the excitement gleaned from doing naughty things with him. And Bill had gone away on business for almost three months! Didn't I have needs to satisfy? Bill had forgiven, but apparently he hadn't forgotten. Now he threw the episode back into my face. If I could fuck around on him, he maintained, I could certainly fuck around for him. My protests fell on deaf ears. What could I say, really? To him, I had proved myself to be a faithless whore. No, not just a whore. An incredibly stupid whore. Smart ones at least got paid for spreading their legs. Only dumb cunts like me would give up the ass for free.

My entire future lay tucked under my arm, swaddled in a couple of pounds of black calfskin.

I stopped in front of the gleaming oak door, using its high-polished surface as a mirror to adjust my hair and clothes. I wore black strappy sandals, leopardskin print Capri pants, a silvery-white, midriff revealing halter with a high neck, and a smile. No panties, no bra, and no jewellery of any kind. I didn't want to be hindered by undergarments, nor did I want to be robbed. Funny, worrying about a few hundred dollars worth of jewellery when you stood to make a couple mil, but there you have it. I didn't know these men. Who knew what they could do? Except for a pen and the contract, only a cell phone lay nestled in the doc case. Bill had insisted that I carry it, but really, would I have time in an emergency to get it out and use it? Doubtful. Bill didn't care one way or the other. I guess his disgust with me finally outweighed his love for me.

Steeling my courage and pushing up my large tits so they looked their best, I rapped loudly on the door.

Nothing.

Hadn't they arrived? I'd been instructed to come up at eight pm sharp. I took a deep breath as I used the card key Bill had given me on the electronic lock, twisted the door handle and let myself into the palatial suite.

Never before had I seen a room as luxurious as this one. Rich woods and brass decorated everything. The walls hung with tasteful oil paintings. The place had the feel of an Edwardian manor. Ancient Greek decor on the outside, English elegance in the rooms. Inconsistent, but who cared? I ducked my head into every open doorway I found. The place stretched on forever! It took almost five minutes to search the rooms. I found no one. While going through the parlour, I spied an open door leading outside. I darted through it and onto the penthouse roof.

The roof looked as extravagant as the rooms had. This time, the decor was Amazon Basin, perhaps Lacandon Jungle. Thick, heavy vines climbed trellises on either side of the pathway, their twining strands creating a barrier more solid than walls. Large red clay urns held flowering plants with blooms as large as my head, some as tall as me, too. The well-kept garden looked unusual to say the least, but quite beautiful. I followed the stone walkway, my steps illuminated by the running lights angled low at the ground. I finally reached a clearing, half expecting to see a pond or some such thing. I wasn't disappointed. Two people lounged around an artificial lagoon. A black man sat on a wrought iron divan with black leather cushions, exuding casual arrogance while he sipped on a goblet of water. At his feet sat a nicely tanned, beautiful woman, stroking his left leg with a delicate touch while she held a flute glass of champagne. She looked resplendent in her golden cocktail dress and gold, Grecian laced high heeled sandals. Already deep in conversation, they ignored my approach.

I hadn't realized that there'd be another woman in attendance this evening. I guess this was a good thing as she could concentrate on one of the men, and I could concentrate on the other. Where was the other guy, anyway? I wondered what she was being paid. I'm sure not as much as I'd get if I pulled this off! Something bothered me about her, though. She didn't look like pussy-for-hire to me. She stroked that leg with a proprietary air. It was also the first time I'd ever seen a woman sitting on the ground still look like a queen. Elizabeth II on her throne couldn't look more regal.

The man was no slouch in the looks department, either! His well defined body set my pulse racing the moment I laid eyes on him. He dressed in light grey slacks, black leather boots and a black golf shirt. The short sleeved shirt showed off his arms, though they looked like the work of a drunken, brilliant sculptor. For every graceful line of muscle and sinew on display, he had at least two scars crossing his arms as if the master craftsman had often slipped when chiselling him from a block of Desert Ironwood. He didn't look like a CEO of a company. He looked more like a Marine to me, with his short, skin-faded hair and his no-nonsense demeanour. 

I walked up to the pair who still hadn't acknowledged my presence. Feeling awkward as a virgin at an orgy, I cleared my throat and spoke, directing my words to the handsome black man.

"Hello. Are you Mr. DeWinter, or Mr. Summers?"

He looked up at me with a patient smile. "She's Miss Summers. I'm Mr. DeWinter. Nice to meet you, Eve." Though he addressed me directly, he didn't really focus his attention upon me. He made no effort to rise or to offer me his hand. His friendly tone didn't jibe with his all-business attitude. It didn't matter, since my mind still reeled from the shock.

"She's Evan Summers?"

"No, she's Eden Summers," he corrected. Come here."

Eden. Not Evan. Had Bill known, or had he made a grievous error? 

No, that bastard knew. 

He'd often teased me about my prudish stand on lesbianism. A hot piece of ass like me shouldn't live in the '50s, he always said. I knew he fantasized about having me and another woman go down on him and then do each other for his pleasure, but I'd never complied with his deviant desire. I didn't even like thinking about lesbian sex, much less participating in it. He wouldn't dare set me up this way, would he?

Well, after the Eric Affair, I believe he would.

"Eve." The low, soft voice sliced through my thoughts like a scream in church during the sermon. "Never make me repeat myself." He pointed to a low stone table, one cut from a single block of marble with a recessed glass top. "Stand upon that," he commanded. I placed a high-heeled foot upon the table, unsure as to what they expected of me next. "Stop," he said. I froze, one foot on the raised dais, the other on the paving stones of the roof top. The stretched leg posture pulled my Capris tightly into the crack of my ass and between the lips of my quim, dormant right now, but working up as the pant crease pressed upon my clit. Summers and DeWinter stared at me, their eyes caressing my grey sheathed legs and my petite feet encased in ebony strips of Latigo leather. Without a touch, I felt myself lubricate. My ass twitched uncontrollably.

"Proceed," he said, three years later. I clambered on top of the low table, standing with my head bowed and my hands clasped together over my quickly dampening crotch.

"Are you new at this?" he asked. It surprised me how much scorn he invested into five short words. My face flushed. "Move around a little. Let us get a look at the goods." I reddened as I moved, stiffly, I'm sure. He spoke further commands for me. Push out my breasts. Spread my legs. Strut for them. Bend over and wiggle my ass in their direction as I grabbed my ankles. He put me through my paces like a show dog at competition. I'd come here to fuck, sure, but I felt subhuman doing all of this Bitch on Display crap. It'd be so much easier if he'd just throw me across that black leather divan, spread my legs, and shove himself inside me until he came. That's what I'd expected to happen tonight. Isn't that what whores did, fuck, get paid, then leave? Why all this preamble?

"You really are new at this, aren't you?" 

"Of course not," I said defensively. Adam quickly poured some scotch into a crystal tumbler, then handed it to me. My hands shook so much, I could barely hold it. The amber liquid sloshed over my fingers. Its reek made my eyes water. "I don't drink hard liquor," I told him. 

He looked at me like I was a bitch that had just piddled on his fine Persian rugs. His thick lips pursed in distaste. "You didn't before today. Drink. It'll help you to relax."

I finished the burning liquor in a couple of gulps, trying to force it down so I wouldn't have to taste it. Bad move. Instead, it fried my nostrils worse than any wasabi-rush I've ever experienced eating sushi. The glass tumbler did just that, shattering into a glittering panorama that competed with the twinkling celestial display above.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I knelt to the ground, ready to pick up the shimmering fragments. Adam's dark, strong hand tightened around my pale, slender wrist and drew me upwards. 

"Don't worry about it. Here." Adam passed me a second glass of scotch. I took it with a steadier hand, my nerves stabilized from the earlier dousing from the oblivion-bringing urine substitute. The stuff smelt vile, but sure did work quickly! "Just sip on that," he said. "No one shoots back Caol Ila."

I leaned against the stone table as I sipped my drink. The woman, Eden, hadn't moved from her position on the ground, but she'd not been idle. She'd rubbed that leg of his so much, I'm surprised she hadn't worn a hole through it. During my show she'd loosened Adam's belt. She now pulled it out from its belt loops, folding the black leather strap in half as she presented it to him across both of her upturned palms. She tilted her head down, staring directly at the generous bulge of his crotch. As he took the belt from her, his hand stroked her shoulder length auburn hair as one would a kitten's fleece.

"Suck me," he said softly. No more than that. She must've been waiting for that command all evening. She surprised me with her rapid compliance. She lunged forward, unzipping him quickly and liberating his thick, flaccid cock from his smoke-grey pants. She leaned forward, her obscenely stretched mouth capable of taking all of his cock inside. Lewd slurping caressed my ears as she worked him over. She knelt in front of him, her gold sandalled feet crossed at the ankles, her petite hands grasping him about the waist as her face bobbed back and forth in front of his groin. She worked his cock with a frenzy I could never match! Nothing in his demeanor showed him to be enjoying her. His flat eyes looked like someone's who had a fresh sirloin steak dropped onto his plate seconds after he had finished gorging on a 20 ounce T-bone. The head session didn't seem to excite him in the least. But did he have to stare at me like that? For some reason, I felt incredibly embarrassed. Why? It wasn't me on my knees shoving my mouth full of hard black cock. Not yet, at any rate.

"What are you thinking?" he asked. How could his voice sound so calm while he got his cock sucked? Incredible. 

"I don't understand why I'm here. You definitely don't need me. Eden's beautiful." 

"She certainly is. But so are you. Why don't you join her?" He stretched out his hand to me in invitation. I rose from my seat on the table, happily setting my unfinished drink upon it as I took his hand. Eden didn't look up from her work. His cock glistened with her spit as she forced him into her rapidly working mouth. It amazed me how well she serviced him. Her lips were stretched taut by the black iron bar which filled up her entire throat. Breath whistled through her nose as she consumed him. She certainly couldn't breathe through her mouth, not with that cocoa skinned creature lodged into it. His meat was as thick as a tin of deep brown beans, and only a little longer than that. Squat and thick, just the way I liked them. I wondered if he tasted as sweet as beans in molasses as well? I smiled at the thought.

My gaze quickly slid back to him as I saw him move. He grasped his leather belt in both of his hands, which now moved towards me. I shied away. He dropped one end of the strap so he could grab me and pull me back towards him. His steely grip on my forearm kept me from bolting. "I'm not going to strike you with it. Relax." His low, hypnotic voice eliminated all resistance. I stepped forward. He collared me with his belt, sliding the thick silver buckle home to rest against my Adam's apple. Even my throat belonged to him, named after the forbidden fruit his namesake had sampled eons ago. The same fruit my namesake had first fed him. Just as I hoped he'd sample me, the wife of another man. Sin, upon sin, upon sin. He snugged the belt against my throat. He used the makeshift leash to gently pull me toward him, and then to force me down upon my knees next to Eden. Eden glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, but didn't stop sucking Adam's cock.

I knelt in my garden just as I had in time immemorial, preparing to accept the seed of the man I'd been commanded to serve and obey.

"Give her some room, Kitten. Let Eve have a taste." Hearing this, Eden stood up, but not before pulling Adam's pants down around his ankles and making him step clear of them. She moved around him, positioning her face between his taut asscheeks, and pushed her face forward, splitting them apart. The wet sounds I heard earlier recommenced. She couldn't be doing what I thought she was, could she?

Oh yes, yes she could! Adam's cock pulsed, threatening to slap him in the belly with every beat of his heart. A deep sigh escaped him as Eden worked between his asscheeks. One of her hands snaked around and grabbed him by the cock, jerking it roughly as she speared his anus with her pointy pink weapon. Her crimson-tipped fingers couldn't even close around it. 

"Suck me," he said cooly, in direct contrast to the sharp tug he gave to my belt leash. I fell forward and smacked my cheek against his turgid black cock, a wet sound caused by the glistening spit still upon his dusky skin. Drops of precome dribbled out of his cockslit, flowing freely onto Eden's pale jerking hand. Another tug on the leash pulled me forward, the blunt end of his cock bludgeoning my front teeth and threatening to bruise my pouty lips. I opened my mouth wide, ready to accept him but the spit slickened skin, skin moistened by the loving mouth of another woman, stopped me. l pulled my head back. He'd have none of that. He released his hold on the leash and captured my head between his strong hands. He drew me forward, forcing me onto his cock. I could either accept him, or have my front teeth staved in by his cock. 

I opened my mouth wide for him.

His cockhead fed into my mouth, depressing my tongue. My mouth stretched around his girth, feeling like it'd split at the corners. With time, I'm sure I could've adjusted to the feeling. He didn't give me that time. He lunged forward with his hips, skewering my mouth. I couldn't back up as his hands still gripped me tightly. I could only swallow him.

Eden released her grip upon him. He tried to force the freed-up inches into my mouth, but I couldn't handle cock as thick as his. If you rolled three Bill-sized pricks together, they still wouldn't equal Adam's sausage in thickness. I coughed up around him. Adam didn't seem to care. He forced even more licorice stick down my throat. Too bad for him. I couldn't handle it. I choked around him, sending gouts of spit and mucous flowing around his prick and down my chin. I frantically slapped at his hips and legs in a vain attempt at making him release my head.

I don't know how, but I managed to stop myself from vomiting. God, that would've been something! I'd not given a very impressive performance thus far. I hoped Adam wouldn't sink the deal because of it. My heart slammed up against my ribs, racing with worry.

"Don't push her, hon. It's no good if you make her pass out," Eden said, taking a brief respite from her anal endeavours. I couldn't see her from around Adam's waist, but her husky voice sounded clear. I guess she'd pulled out from his ass long enough to give me some much-appreciated moral support. Surprisingly, Adam released my head and moved his arms behind him. Grabbing Eden's head instead, he leaned forward and pulled her in. I heard a muffled noise, then the wet sounds of anal loving recommenced. He worked her face against his ass roughly. My respect for Eden grew. She made sucking his gargantuan cock look easy. She also took some of the heat off of me.

"Get back to work," he said coldly. I'd rather suck him by choice than be forced, so I complied. I took him back in, as deep as his cock would go. Not too damn far, I'm sorry to say. I concentrated on pleasuring his cockhead, nibbling around the corona of his glans. I used both my hands on him as well, pumping his cock as I massaged his balls. He seemed to like that. Done right, it should feel just as pleasing to him as deep throat. His eyes finally closed as he worked Eden's face up and down his ass crack. The Iceman was melting, finally. Probably due to his tail, and not my head, unfortunately. I couldn't believe how much noise she made back there. Eden certainly must have been enjoying her anal play!




In the Garden of Eve



His cock was much thicker than Bill's, and tasted different. He smelled of cinnamon and musk, a sweet, primal scent that drove me wild. He tasted of pure sex. Although coerced into coming here, I had no regrets. Seeing such a lewd show as Eden's excited me. In contrast, fucking my neighbour's son was nothing. It may've been sex out of wedlock, but the vanilla, missionary-style fucks lacked the fire of this evening's adventures. Nothing like being sold to some stranger for an evening, and servicing him on my knees while another woman rimmed his ass with her tongue. Nothing like being collared with his belt as he drove his cock into my throat. Nothing like knowing that I'd come solely because my husband demanded that I whore for him. Nothing like knowing that pleasing this man would earn me 2 mil, my cut of the Phobos deal. I felt cheap and well used. I also felt happy, a feeling that surprised me once I recognized it for what it was.

My eyes closed as I worked him over. In the darkness behind my eyelids his cock felt even larger between my lips. His hands stroked my shoulders and ran over my forearms, right down to my hands. No, not his hands. Her hands. Definitely. Long fingernails raked over my bare skin and traced my arms from shoulder to wrist. Eden caressed me as she worked his ass over. It felt funny at first, but the sensation soon grew intense. I prayed that my heightened sexual awareness would last forever.

Of course it couldn't. All too soon, I felt Adam's legs tremble. The balls in my hand tightened up, their skin crinkling like a couple of wizened apples in the cellar after a long winter. Instead of pressing forward, forcing himself into my mouth as I'd expected, he lunged backwards, driving his ass hard against Eden's face. She made a loud surprised sound, a grunt quickly smothered by his ass. He leaned forward, his torso now almost parallel with the ground as he pressed himself upon her probing tongue. This of course, pulled his cock out of my mouth as he fired his spunk. Hot semen splashed over my opened mouth, filling it full of his essence. He sprayed cum over my cheeks and chin, my face and breasts. Then he thrust forward, shoving his rapidly softening member into my mouth. Finally, I could get all of it in! I didn't question its importance, it just was. Perhaps no woman likes knowing that another can do for a man what she herself cannot. Friendly, demure Eden was my competition. By the end of the evening, I'd learn to suck Adam's cock just as well as she could, or die in the attempt. I swore it. 

I took in all of him, suckling on his cock gently, cleaning it off as it shrank down to an easily managed size. As I serviced him, just as Eden had minutes before, her face peeked around his waist to have a look. Her nose, cheeks and chin shone, glossy with her saliva. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, imagining what I must've looked like, my face doused with his cum, my breasts saturated by it. 

"So, you two can get along. Good," Adam said. "Eve, close your eyes, and don't open them until I command you to do so. Don't move a muscle." Of course I did as he asked. 

At least, I tried to.

The cooling semen felt tacky on my face, so I raised a hand to wipe it off. Another hand stopped me. A small, delicate, female hand, not the beefy paw I'd expected.

"Let me," Eden said in a happy tone. Lips lightly brushed across the skin of my cheek, feeling out the territory. I shrank from the unwanted contact. The belt tightened around my throat in unspoken warning. 'Don't move,' he said, and 'don't move,' he meant. After that reminder, I stayed stock-still and bore the humiliation stoically.

Eden resumed her tongue work, moving her pink muscle all over my face, lapping up his semen like a starving kitten would her evening's milk. Her long, talented tongue sought out his elusive wigglers in any nook or cranny where they might've hidden themselves. She drove her tongue into my hair line, behind my left ear, and under my chin. Of course she sucked the cum out of my clothing. She mauled my breasts as she tried to wring out my top, like a washerwoman would a wet cloth. Her teeth and lips expertly stimulated my nipples until they threatened to bore through the thin silvery material of my damp halter. She sucked all the cum out of the top, then turned her attention back to the only place she had yet to explore.

My mouth.

Her tongue pressed against my tightly closed lips, prying my plush lips apart as she stuck it inside. She moved her tongue all along my teeth and gums, eventually working it in between my jaws and running it over my tongue. She applied suction, drawing my tongue out of my mouth and into hers. I let her do as she wished, but forced myself not to feel any pleasure from it. I didn't resist her, but neither did I participate in her oral exploration. She must've felt my reserve, for she suddenly ceased her spelunking and pulled back.

"Open your eyes," Adam said. Eden's face hovered close to mine, close enough that her warm breath fluttered my eyelashes. The scent reminded me of blooming lavender in spring. She knelt in front of me, her slim ankles crossed behind her as always, her hands palm down on her thighs. She regarded me with a wistful, almost sad expression. Did my rejection hurt her? I wouldn't have expected her to be so soft, not with a brusque man like Adam ordering her about all the time. "There's obviously something you don't fully realize here, Eve. You're not here for me. You're here at Eden's request." Adam stroked Eden's cheek, which she nuzzled against his palm. "If you don't impress her, Deimos won't get the contract. Do you fully understand your position?"

"She's your boss?" I couldn't keep the surprise out of my voice. Eden's low, deep chuckle betrayed her amusement. Her rich, velvety voice could challenge her satin skin for softness. A touch of smoke graced it, and lots of heat. 

"You obviously find that hard to believe. Why?"

"You're so ... so ... "

"Submissive?" she supplied.

"Eager to please," I said. That brought laughter from Eden and Adam both. 

"How I act in the bedroom has no bearing upon how I act in the boardroom," Eden said.

"So, which will it be, Eve? Are you going to play nice, or are you going to take your ass back home to hubby William with that contract unsigned?" Adam asked me.

Whoa! Take it back to hubby William?

"You know who I am!"

"I do," he said. "Real whores don't get so excited over vanilla sex. They certainly don't freeze up when asked to display themselves on a pedestal."

"Don't fill her head with crap," Eden said, cutting Adam an annoyed look. He studiously ignored it. "We placed an order William would be hard pressed to fill in the limited time we gave him unless he used a resource close at hand."

"You did what?" I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

"Yes. We placed a special order that only his wife could fill," Adam confirmed. 

I thought of Bill, and how much he had riding on this contract. I also thought of myself, and how much I'd get from Bill. For pleasuring this woman I'd receive $2 million in the morning. If I failed to please her who knew what Bill would do to me when I got home? Much better to bite the bullet than go home empty-handed. People have vanished forever for a lot less money.

"What must I do?" I barely heard myself say.

"Just what I tell you," he replied. As if I hadn't already figured that out! But things felt different now that I knew that Adam wasn't the one in control, no matter how it had first appeared. Only Eden mattered. I had to concentrate all of my efforts upon her, and upon her happiness. I had two million reasons to do so. But could I do it? How far would I have to go with the woman? The thought of doing anything truly intimate with her disgusted me. I prayed to God that my discomfort wouldn't show through. Adam removed the belt from my neck and placed it on the divan. I missed its comforting presence. While collared, I could pretend that he made me do these things. Now, any act I performed would be of my own volition. "Pleasure her, Eve. Take your time. I think we both know that you'd better do a good job."

My mind remained numbed by the reality of the situation. Even knowing the stakes, sexually pleasuring a woman is something I simply didn't want to do. Adam might've taken the leash off my neck, but he still wielded the reins. He grabbed the back of my neck with vice-like fingers and hauled me up until I stood on my tiptoes, my 4 ½ inch heels dangling off of the ground. He gestured at Eden with his free hand. She rose soundlessly, now standing less than a foot away. She watched me carefully, searching for my reaction to Adam's excessive manhandling. She couldn't have seen it, but she might have smelt it; my crotch had dampened at his rough treatment.

"Let's get this started," he said. His abruptly opened hand dropped me to the ground. My heels made loud clacks as they hit the paving stones. Eden didn't make a move. She simply waited for me to begin.

"Please?" That's all she said, whispering the word at me in a raspy voice filled with longing.

Somehow, that single word, the fact that she requested something from me and didn't demand it though she knew she could, made all the difference. I took a single step forward and put my hands upon the breasts of another woman for the very first time. I don't know what I expected, or why I thought they wouldn't feel any different from my own, but the feel of her breasts confounded me. Her palm-sized tits felt custom made for my hands. As soon as I touched her nipples she gasped. Her nipples felt like iron pips sewn to her breasts. I couldn't help myself, I had to press down harder upon them. She liked that, rotating her wide, full, hips to some unseen music as I fondled her. Her eyes closed as I continued tweaking her sensitive tits.

She really did have iron slugs under there! Stainless steel, at least. No, for a woman as classy as Eden, only gold would do for her pierced nipples. Human flesh couldn't feel so hard. I should know, my pierced nipples often felt just like hers. I wondered if she had a pierced clitoral hood, just like me. I hadn't worn any hardware today, thinking it for the best. Now, I regretted my decision. I continued to paw at her breasts, using heavy pressure around her nipples, rotating my hands in opposite facing directions just as I liked to do to myself when I masturbated. I really didn't know what I was doing, but figured that she'd enjoy the same things I did. In a way, she assumed the role of my spiritual mirror, allowing me to see how I looked when someone made love to me. Eden, the doorway to my inner self.

"More," she said from between clenched teeth. "Play with me more. Harder."

Harder?

Time to exchange Apples and Gardens for Jungles and Rubyfruit.

I changed my tactics. I ran my long fingers through Eden's shoulder length auburn hair, raking them through the silken fire. I loved the way her hair changed from a deep chestnut near the roots, to the lightest shade of gold at the tips. No hairstylist could've created a colour so complex. It had to be natural. Her healthy golden skin tone spoke of hours spent outdoors enjoying the sun. I wished I had the luxury of doing that, myself. My skin colour rivalled a washed up corpse's for pastiness. Eden smiled as I played with her hair, her hazel eyes flickering open as I combed my fingers through it again and again. She opened her mouth in surprise when I pinched her nipple hard with my fingers, then twisted it sharply. Her hips lunged forward, smacking into my own.

"Yes! Just like that!"

OK, now I knew. Eden liked it rough. I could understand that. Sometimes, I did too! Another reason why I felt so unsatisfied with Bill. His always-gentle, careful ways often failed to excite me, much less bring me to orgasm. The rutting beast of a boy next door always fucked me in the way that I liked, and as often as I liked. Mindless sex. That's the only thing the 19-year-old Eric was good for. I stopped playing with Eden's hair, and took her other nipple in hand, tweaking and pulling at it just like I did the first. She really enjoyed that, tossing her hair back, then baring her throat to me as she gasped for air. The submissive gesture stimulated me. For the briefest of seconds, I felt the urge to nuzzle at her exposed throat, to nibble at it and kiss her neck and shoulders. What the hell was happening to me?

Her arms clamped onto my forearms, as if for support. Perhaps she feared I'd rip her nipples off if she didn't restrain me! She needn't have worried. I didn't intend to cause her any harm. To tell the truth, I didn't really know what I intended at all! I played a new game, just as Adam had guessed. I didn't know what to do.

I guess Adam sensed that.

"You're getting there, Eve. But don't concentrate only on the nipples. Squeeze her breasts. She really likes it when her tits are mauled while her nipples are sucked on. Don't be afraid to bite," he added as an afterthought.

Stupidly, I had expected to be allowed to keep her clothing on during my tryst. How's that for naive? Obviously, this wouldn't happen. I looked over my shoulder at Adam, confusion etching my features. The annoyed look he gave me in return stopped my heart as readily as a solid blow to the chest.

"Bare her tits, fool!" He grabbed Eden's gold lamé dress by the square-cut neck and heaved. The expensive cloth split like rotted linen. Eden didn't even flinch. She'd experienced this before, I'd wager. He continued pulling until the garment split to her navel. He slipped the dress off of her shoulders, letting it settle into a golden puddle around her feet. She wore a minuscule golden thong underneath, one that accentuated her shaved pussy and her puffy, flared open vaginal lips. The rectangular finger's breadth of cloth gagged her second mouth, but didn't obscure the cute blue-inked Winnie the Pooh tattoo she had upon her left front hip.

She liked Pooh-Bear! How bad could she be?

Her tits possessed every quality mine didn't. Her small, firm breasts exuded perkiness, while my 46 DDs absolutely required the help of a bra or tight halter top to defy gravity. Her extremely long, barbell-adorned nipples stood proudly upon her breasts. Mine, even when fully excited, looked like olive stones. I barely had any areolas to speak of, only slightly darker rings around my nipples which tended to goosebump when I got excited. Eden's breasts seemed almost all areola. They easily spanned three inches across and shone pink like the inside of a conch shell. They looked so different from mine, yet so attractive, I couldn't help but stare. Exactly the wrong thing to do, at least in Adam's eyes.

"Holy shit, girl. What the fuck's with you? Step aside." He approached us and took me by the hand, gently pulling me out of the way. He motioned for me to sit on the divan. I did so with relief. In truth, my legs had turned gelatinous after he'd ripped open Eden's dress. In his other hand he held a coil of black rope. No, not rope. It looked like a thick black elastic band. He saw my questioning look. "Rubber tether. It works like cording, but it constricts when used." He bound Eden's breasts with it, looping the tether three times around the first breast, then crisscrossing around the front and lacing up the opposite breast. The tether bit deeply into her flesh. He used locking metal thumb clips to cinch the ends of the tethers together behind her back. Eden said nothing, but tears glazed her eyes. I'm sure the tethers pinched her terribly. Slowly, right before my eyes, her breasts changed colour. It started around the tethers, then spread out, plum suffusing her breasts. All the while, Adam teased her nipples with his tongue.

"Take over here, Eve," he mumbled around a mouthful of tit.

My hands closed about her firm, cool tit flesh. They felt so different than previously. With the loss of circulation, their temperature lowered, and the nipples stretched out even longer than before, if you can believe that! The breasts also felt harder, as if petrified. Very odd. I stroked her breasts more to examine them than to provide any sexual stimulation for either one of us. Whatever the underlying cause, Eden enjoyed the attention. She sighed contentedly as my hands wandered over her tits. Adam returned to us bearing a small spiked wheel, resembling a pizza cutter with needles for a blade. He used the pinwheel to stimulate the skin around her nipples and the undersides of her breasts. He didn't draw blood, but I can imagine how she felt as he worked her breasts with it. Eden's squealing shocked me. I wouldn't have believed that such an undignified sound could come from a classy looking lady such as her.

"Silence, Kitten. Don't make a sound."

Eden clamped her jaws shut at his directive. Only her eyes revealed her excitement. He exchanged his metallic hedgehog for a ruler shaped piece of wood. He held the shiny piece of Red Jarrah tightly. I stared disbelieving as he laid blow after blow on her vulnerable breasts and nipples. Each strike caused her to open her mouth. Each time she swallowed her screams, the loud smacks as noisy as she was silent. Her wide eyes finally released their hot payload of tears. She looked up at Adam, her eyes pleading silently as he continued to abuse her swollen breasts. Dark red welts materialized, the livid marks clearly visible on her bruise-coloured tits. "Stop doing that to her!" 

My outburst surprised everyone, myself most of all. I couldn't read Eden's expression, but Adam glared slantwise at me with annoyance.

"What did you say?"

"Stop hurting her!" I didn't care what the fuck he said to me, or what he did. Eden didn't deserve to be treated like this! I grabbed his stick-holding hand and tried to yank it back, but instead I almost pulled my own arms out of their sockets. I didn't even feel his arm shift while he resisted my feeble rescue attempt.

I guess laying hands upon Adam's person hadn't been a really swift idea.

Eden shook her head slightly. I could read her expression now. Delight, and amusement. "You really are new to all of this, aren't you? You're not simply a whore acting innocent. Just as I'd hoped."

"Hoped? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Enough," Adam said curtly. "Time to move on to other things."

§§§

"Let me speak," Eden said. "Eve needs to understand a few things. Please let me do this?" 

"If you wish it, go ahead," he said affectionately." Wow. Affection from Iceman. Tonight was full of surprises, that was for certain.

"Just as I hoped," She repeated. "I enjoy it when Adam treats me like this. I feel so wanted, so nasty, I can't stand it." Eden nuzzled against the side of my face as she spoke, breathing the words into my ear. She pitched her words low for me alone to hear. "I always feel alive when Adam uses me in whatever fashion he desires. But I like gentleness, too." Her hand slipped down to my bare tummy, stroking the mattress-firm stomach strengthened from long hours of Aqua-Fit and A up with erobics classes. Her long crimson nails played havoc with my nerve endings, causing a mini fireworks display under my epidermal layer. "Adam does try his best, but there isn't much tenderness in him, though he does love me. I need a friend, Eve. Someone I can talk to. Bond with. Tell my secrets to."

"And fuck?"

A smile crossed Eden's lips. "And fuck, yes. But in that special way only two women can. Adam understands this, and approves."

I eyed Adam while Eden licked in and around my ear, simultaneously scratching at my tummy with those nerve ending-exciting nails of hers. He looked at us unemotionally, as if we meant nothing to him. Before I knew it, my pussy throbbed in tandem to her belly scratching. The strong scent of our woman's musk permeated the space between us. The crotch of my Capris sopped up my dew like a sponge did water from a pail. No way could Eden miss the telltale dampness now, since my crotch area looked much darker than the rest of my pants. I raked a fingernail across the moist seam that ran between my legs, enjoying the vibrations that rippled through my pussy. I needed to feel more of this. I mashed my pussy through the leopardskin print cloth as Eden sucked upon my ear lobe and felt up my belly.




In the Garden of Eve



I wouldn't lie to myself any longer. This woman made me hot.

"No," Adam said in that annoyingly glacial tone of his. "You've not been given permission to do that." His hands gently pried Eden from me, then pulled my hand away from my juicy pussy. Eden mewed in disappointment. Her bottom lip jutted out coquettishly, but she made no other complaint. She knelt where Adam had placed her, ankles again crossed, palms face down upon her upper thighs. Why she assumed that position any time she waited for further instruction from him mystified me.

"I'm the one who controls your body this evening, Eve. Only do what I allow you to, nothing more. Don't get creative unless I tell you to do so. Do you understand?"

I understood that this guy, gorgeous or not, was really starting to annoy my ass. My pussy hadn't felt so alive in months, then this clown goes and douses my desire. Asshole. Having a woman fondle you while you played with yourself was heady stuff in my limited world of experience. The taboo nature of it made an act I'd performed solo so many times before refreshingly new. I resented Adam's intrusion into my playtime with Eden.

"Stand up," he said. Grudgingly, I stood, glaring at him in a most un-subservient way. Eden raised her head up towards me, and smiled.

I loved to see her smile.

Adam pulled my wrists together behind my back and told me to keep them there. He went to the divan to retrieve a black leather sports bag. He returned with it and removed a chrome rod with three stainless steel cuffs on it, a pair at one end, and the single large collar on the other. I'd seen enough of these things in the porno flicks to instantly recognize it for what it was. Adam strapped the posture bar's collar snugly around my neck, and fitted my wrists into the two smaller cuffs behind my back. He tightened the stainless steel and leather cuffs about my wrists, then adjusted the telescoping chrome bar, locking it in place with the thumbscrews. The gadget pulled my shoulders back, making my breasts push out enticingly. My shoulders felt a bit taut, but not uncomfortably so. The collar about my neck forced me to keep my eyes level and my chin pointed slightly upwards. No way could I assume my natural slouch, not while strapped into this piece of hardware.

Funny, but when I saw how horny the getup made Eden, her eyes heating up so much that her pupils dilated, I immediately started liking the gear. But why should I care about what excited another woman? I didn't know, but I enjoyed the effect that my properly displayed body could have on anyone, female as well as male. No one was immune to my charms.

Well, maybe hardasses like Adam.

Adam walked around me, examining my body from all angles. He seemed to approve. For a split-second, longing for me shone in his warm brown eyes. But, just for a second. Then his facade of cold indifference returned.

He knelt in front of me, staring up at my breasts so magnificently displayed for him. With a few precise movements he unbuttoned the front of my Capris, revealing a bright swath of hairless mound. He seemed thrilled to see it, though they had specified the very thing. He lapped at the exposed sliver of skin, his tongue sending shivers down my spread legs. He hungered for me. Bill hadn't touched me with such heat for a long time.

He rolled down my Capris, pulling them over my narrow hips all the way to my knees. There they remained. The elasticized cloth tugged my knees together. He placed his hands on my inner thighs and pushed outwards gently. "Keep your legs spread, just like this," he said.

His tongue snaked upwards, stroking my pussy lips in one long pass. He lapped at them, feeding upon the juices that smeared my baby-smooth skin. His skilled tongue skimmed over my lips, separating them, tantalizing them, but at no time entering me. This was a man who must've spent countless hours in this position, servicing women. But in no way did he seem subservient. Even doing this, he exuded the vibes of a man who'd take what he wanted from you, whether you derived pleasure from it or not. Lucky for me, I liked being eaten out as much as he liked doing it.

My hips bucked forward, pressing harder onto his face. Adam pulled his head back, whispering for me to remain absolutely still. If I did so, the pleasuring would continue. If I moved, he'd leave me hanging while he fucked Eden instead. The choice was mine. Eden cooed in pleasure when she heard his edict. Simultaneously, a little flash of anger flared up inside me. Was this going to be the way he played, dividing his affections between both women, punishing one of us by pleasuring the other?

Good plan.

"I'll remain still for you," I said breathlessly. "Just make me come."

"You'll come only when I allow you to, not before."

His thick dark lips fastened upon my clitoris. Then he sucked me into his mouth. My head shot back, my mouth flying open as a little moan escaped my lips. My hips started to arch forward, but I managed to stop them from doing so in time. Adam's deep laugh shook my pussy. His hands enveloped my manacled wrists, then pulled down sharply. This arched my back and pushed my crotch hard against his face. I had to spread my legs even wider to maintain my precarious balance, an operation made more difficult by the Capri pants cinching my knees. I swayed unsteadily in my high-heeled sandals.

His tongue was magnificent, the most skillful muscle that had ever worked upon me in my 35 years of life. It knew what to do and just when to do it. Quickly, I felt myself climbing toward that plateau that had only one destination. Nirvana.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Adam whispered, taking a break from kissing my quadruple-lipped mouth. "As much as you think I'm good, trust me when I say that Eden's much better at this. Believe it. Her mouth works magic."

I found that hard to believe, but I couldn't help myself from looking at Eden who stared at me with undisguised envy. She still hadn't moved from her kneeling posture. But she wanted to. Even I could tell.

Adam stood up, then put one hand upon my left shoulder and the other one against my dripping pussy. He rapidly moved his hand back and forth, milking me as competently as a farmer did his cows at sunup. My lady's dew collected in his palm, one agonizing drop at a time.

"Shall I let you come, dear Eve?"

"Please?" I begged.

"Not yet."

He left me there with my pink orchid spread open, my shoulders pulled back and my tits pushed forward. Eden's eyes sparkled as he approached her.

"You want to sample her?"

"You know I do," she rasped. Her voice sounded hungrier than mine.

"Perhaps just a little taste, but only when I say so."

Adam smeared my spend over Eden's lips and chin, rubbing my juices into her skin like the finest lotion. She trembled as he applied my lube to her lips, pleading with her eyes for him to allow her a taste. His permission didn't come. Adam stood, about to return to me, when Eden did the unthinkable. Her pointy tongue darted out, gliding over her upper lip and attempting to retreat back into her mouth unseen.

I say attempted, because quicker than I could follow, Adam's hand streaked out and caught the pink sliver between his thumb and forefinger. Fuck! Was this one of those guys who went around catching flies with chopsticks, too?

"Did I permit you to taste?" he said, disappointment lacing his voice.

Eden's head lowered, her shoulders slumping forward dejectedly. Her whole demeanor became that of a severely disciplined child. All that angst over a few softly spoken words? Could this man really have that kind of power over women?

Cool!

Adam finally returned to me. Anticipation had me all tingly, as if he'd been gone for months. He stepped forward, holding me by my waist for balance as he raised his right leg, then placed his foot upon the crotch of my Capris. He stepped down hard, forcing them all the way to the ground. The sides of my legs itched from the material's passage over my skin on its way down. Adam slowly slid his hands over my hips, thighs, and calves, soothing the discomfort caused by my pants. When he looked up, he saw the blemish upon my hip. He rubbed at it with his thumb, then brought his face closer to examine it.

"A Tigger tattoo? My, my! You're certainly an excellent pick for my Eden."

Pick? I felt like a piece of meat chosen at a market. Perhaps that's all I was in his eyes. I glanced at Eden, whose body shivered in her rest position. This time she didn't dare raise her eyes towards us. Curiosity had seeped into her bones, though. It radiated from her in tangible waves.

Adam pulled up my halter top, rolling it upwards over my breasts. My large tits prevented it from slipping back down again. He tucked a bit of it under my collar, just to make sure. He hefted my pendulous breasts gently, his thumbs raking across my hardening nipples as he appraised them.

"Magnificent," he whispered. I felt inordinately pleased by the praise. "Sometimes a man needs more than a handful of tit for his pleasure." I followed his gaze over to Eden, who flinched as if she was again being beaten with the Jarrah stick. "These are tits a man dreams of sticking his cock in between," he continued. His words rained down upon Eden like blows, each syllable sapping a little of her strength and self-assuredness. Every sigh of pleasure Adam elicited from me resulted in a sigh of grief from her. It was as if there was a fixed amount of pleasure available on the rooftop, and to bestow some upon one woman would steal a bit from the other. 

"A woman with breasts like yours should know how to keep them happy. Go and pleasure Eden's tits for me," he said. "Also, remove her thong. Don't permit her to stand up."

"Aren't you going to release me?" I asked.

His hand snaked between my legs and pushed into my pussy. Two fingers probed deeply inside of me. My vaginal sheath sucked at his fingers greedily, eager to clench around the first thing to penetrate me this evening. He pumped his hand into me five times, five glorious, hard strokes, before slowly withdrawing from me. He brought his sticky fingers up to my eyes. He obviously enjoyed the effect his games had upon me. "I guess this is one of those times you're permitted to be creative," he said. He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. He smiled around his fingers then winked at me, the first playful gesture he'd ever directed at me. My heart leaped. "Go now," he said gently.

I reluctantly moved away from him and stood above Eden. She still looked down at the ground, though I knew she overheard every word. "My hands are cuffed behind me, Eden. You're going to have to help me."

She looked up at me, her face raw with her longing. I thought she had been crying, when in reality she only fought to contain her excitement. Shows you how little I knew about human nature.

"I'm not permitted to stand up," she reminded me. "You're going to have to kneel on your own."

I didn't intend to cripple myself by busting my knees upon the ground. I told her so.

"I'll be here to catch you, hon." As skeptical as I could be with others, the earnestness in Eden's voice banished all doubts for my mind. I trusted her. I knelt on the ground before her a little too quickly. One of my heels slipped, and I lurched forward. My hands instinctively tried to reach out in front of me, but instead they jerked on the posture bar, choking me. The ground rose up to smash me in the face. I screwed my eyes closed, anticipating the worst.

I came to rest not on cold, hard tile, but on cool, firm flesh. Eden had guided me towards her chest, using the bound, burgundy-hued tits as padding to break my fall. She groaned piteously as I smacked into them.

By this time, her tits felt almost as hard as the ground would've. Eden's hands pressed me downwards, forcing my face between the valley of her breasts, and over her belly. My lips and nose bounced along her stomach, her belly so much softer than mine. She had a long, deep gash of a navel. She also had a bit of a tummy, just a gentle swell in her lower torso. I smiled inwardly. I knew my buff midriff looked a lot nicer than hers. Well, maybe. The gentle softness of her skin did feel nice on my lips. No one could deny that she looked great in clothes, and out of them. I came to rest on the chilly ground in front of her, gazing up between her splayed legs.

Eden's pussy lips clenched the small strip of golden cloth between them. It looked like the Yellow Brick Road leading to the Wizard, stretching off into infinity. But in this case, the most interesting part of the track lay off the marked route and much closer to the beginning of the path.

"Take my thong off," Eden said gently. She lowered her knees so her crotch hung closer to my face. I craned my neck upwards, trying to reach, but couldn't. Leagues separated us. I inched forwards, moving serpentlike towards her, slithering up the slope of her legs until I could burrow my face into her pussy. My rock-hard nipples grated against the rough tiles. The ground irritated my left nipple badly, but the little flashes of pain only incensed my desire the more. I latched my teeth on the scrap of glittering cloth, and pulled. I wrestled with her garment, worrying the scrap of cloth like a bull terrier would a rag doll clenched between its jaws. Eden repositioned herself, now sitting upon the ground with her legs extended to either side of my head. I used my teeth to pull her panties down over her wide ass. To facilitate this she arched her back, raising her ass off of the ground while I slipped the cloth over her generous hips. I inched backwards now, pulling the cloth over her smooth, flawless skin. My lips brushed against her thighs, moved down past her prettily wrinkled knees, then glided over her satiny, straight shins. My lips caressed her slim, delicate ankles as they passed them. I felt a moment's shame as I thought of how thick mine looked in comparison to hers. I continued my work, moving the panties over her foot. My nose bumped along the golden straps of her sandals. Even her feet looked perfect with smooth, high arches and long, narrow toes all straight as rulers. I envied her.

Eden helped me out, pulling one perfectly sculpted foot through, and then its golden-strapped twin. "Now come to me, Eve. Suck my tits."

I glanced up at her, up the long track I had just traversed, and sighed wearily. Must I make the journey yet again? Yes. I'd been commanded to do so. I strengthened my resolve, took a deep breath, and started my ascent.

§§§

Eden helped me into a sitting position, splay-legged, with my knees pointing outwards. Eden faced me. She scooted forward until our pussies lay only inches apart. "Anytime you're ready," she said.

I looked her over. Her discolored tits poked straight out, as livid as a bruise. I couldn't bring myself to work on them. Instead, I moved my head down to her tummy, back to her furrow of a navel. I ran my tongue down it, slicking down the narrow crevice. Eden sighed contentedly.

"Very nice, Eve. You've found one of her erogenous zones without my help. I'm proud of you."

I caught myself beaming at Adam's praise before I could stop myself. 

I shouldn't care about what Adam thinks about me or my performance. But I do, God help me. I do. As I tongued Eden's belly button, I saw in my peripheral vision Adam's approach. He released the catches on Eden's rubber tethers, freeing her breasts from their bondage. I felt, more than heard, Eden's scream. It started from her diaphragm, right from her core, and then resounded through the humid night air. The noise was swallowed up by the thick green vines on the roof. The night remained oblivious to her anguish. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, forcing me to wiggle against her frantically, to slither up her body lest she rip out whole handfuls of my hair. My breasts smashed into her own, her gold adorned nipples digging into my soft tit flesh, burrowing into me as if they sought a safe haven. Then, awkwardly, she careened forward into me, clutching me tightly. Her soft arms turned into bands of steel. Her trembling limbs and torso telegraphed their quivering signals into my flesh as he clung to me for comfort. Eden bathed in Pain, floating free on the rivers of Agony. I wish I could've wrapped my hands around her to provide a firm anchor for her until the tide water tits receded, but even this was denied me, bound as I was. Instead, I remained still, giving her something to latch onto until she could reassert control over her body once more.

Her breathing slowed, struggling to return to regularity. Eden's look said all she needed to. 'Thank you' endued her hazel-eyed gaze. I smiled back at her. She could rest here as long as she needed to, I decided.

Adam had other ideas. "Stand up for me, Eden," he said to her. Eden slowly rose, gaining her feet despite the quivering of her unsteady limbs. She didn't rise fast enough for Adam's sensibilities, though. He grabbed her by her auburn locks and hauled her to her feet in one pull. Eden grabbed at his forearms, probably trying to prevent her hair from being yanked out of her skull. He pulled her to him, still maintaining his grip in her hair, while he kicked her legs apart. He spun her around so she faced me, then used his left hand to split her labia. He displayed her pearlescent inner orchid to me. His thumb rubbed roughly against her clitoris, sending her ass bucking against his groin.

"She's all yours, Eve. Come forward and claim her." His dark hand looked like a slash of midnight defying the bright light of morning as it pawed at her inner treasures. He rubbed her pussy roughly, but in a way I know I'd adore if he held me in his grip. I liked the way he split her inner lips then ran his fingernail over the sensitive skin gathered there. He pinched behind her clitoris, popping the pleasure button out of its pod. No, Eden's gyrations weren't all due to physical discomfort.

I'll admit that Eden's beauty turned me on. That didn't mean I was ready to dive into my first quim. A little bit of finger fucking, maybe, but no tongue play. The very thought of going down on her for real made my stomach churn.

"Take her," Adam said as he presented Eden to me.

I remained motionless, paralyzed by my fear. My head hung low in shame. I couldn't make myself move toward them. A vein throbbed on Adam's temple, looking like it would puke blood at any second.

"Enough of this shit. Get out," Adam said, disgust clear in his voice. "Take your contract and your sorry ass back to William. Deal's off."

Adam released Eden, and went back to the divan. He waved at us dismissively. Eden understood that she should release me. He poured himself another glass of water from the pitcher on the minibar, and contented himself with staring at the sky. It was uncanny how distinguished he could look with his pants off and his dick still slimy with spit. My amusement was short-lived, though. What he had said finally percolated into my brain.

I had failed.

"I can't go back with nothing. I just can't!" Panic crept into my voice. Bill would kill me. Worse, he'd divorce me and leave me with nothing. I'd been a housewife since marrying him out of high school. I'd never gone to college. I've never even held a job outside of the home. What would become of me?. I needed this deal even more than Bill or Deimos did. Adam had to sign the papers! If he didn't, I might as well drown myself in the lagoon over there. Either way, my life would be over.

Eden looked into my stricken face, seemingly understanding everything by simply glancing at me. "It's no use," she said. "Once he gets like this, there's no convincing him." She quickly freed me from the collar and cuffs.

"But you're his boss," I said. My sniveling sickened even myself. "Couldn't you order him to sign the papers?"