A week ago, about eleven o'clock at night, I needed a book from the back bedroom, which looks over the high fence around the backyard of Mike Scott, my next door neighbor. Mike is a fantastic gardener who grows flowers, herbs and vegetables.
I knew exactly where the book was, so I didn't bother turning on the light. I noticed Mike in his yard and wondered what he was doing out there so late at night. Being basically nosey, I stopped to watch, and saw him walk to the flower bed on the opposite side of the yard, where he stood with his back to me. He wore a bathrobe and was making some incomprehensible gestures. Next thing I knew, he had untied his robe, slipped it off and hung it on a nail in the fence. He was naked! Now he really had my attention! Although he's more than 25 years my senior, I find him quite attractive. I still couldn't figure out what he was doing naked in his back yard at midnight, but from the rear it almost looked like belly dancing. All of a sudden it clicked: he was masturbating! I laughed out loud and said "You horny old man!" After about five minutes the rhythm of his motion changed; he seemed to be doing partial deep-knee bends. Suddenly he stopped, and after standing quietly for a few minutes he put his robe back on and went inside. He had cum out there!
I sat there a long time thinking about what I had seen, and wondering why a guy like Mike was masturbating outdoors. The whole idea was kind of exciting, and while I stared into his empty yard, I had my hand in my own panties. I was half hoping he would come out again, but then I realized that he was probably done for a while; I had heard that that's the way it is with guys.
I should explain that I'm a nineteen-year-old virgin. It's not that I have anything against sex - far from it - but I've never had many boy friends. Although I'm not ugly, I'm not especially attractive: I'm tall, skinny and pretty flat-chested. Oh yeh, I wear glasses too. I also would rather read than worry about guys, and I think I put them off that way. I do get pretty horny at times, but I've never made love or done any kind of heavy petting. Sure I've heard and read some stuff, but never seen it or done it; I guess I'm about as naive as a nineteen year-old can be in the nineteen nineties!
I spent the better part of the next evening in the dark back bedroom watching for Mike. About eleven he came out in his robe again, but this time he stood in front of a different flower bed, which was a little closer and gave me a little more of a side view. When he got out of his robe, I could see something sticking out in front of him, and when he masturbated I could see his hands moving back and forth on it, but I couldn't make much out. As you can imagine, I was at my window by eleven the following night, and sure enough, he had moved around to the next flower bed, but why he would be masturbating into the flowers, I couldn't imagine. Whatever the reason, I found it exciting, and I masturbated in the nude while I watched.
And so it went for three more nights until the night came for the flower bed directly beneath my window. Since the window is quite tall, stretching from the middle of my thighs to over my head, I stayed back in the shadows. He untied his robe, and stood there stark naked, which made this young virgin take notice! Cautiously, I moved forward, since I had to get quite close to the window to see all of him, but when I did, the view was excellent! As my excitement built I let my own bathrobe drop to the floor and began to play a little. At first I was afraid he would see me standing naked at my window, but it became apparent that his attention was focused on his business.
First Mike made some unusual gestures and muttered some unintelligible words. Then he began to stroke his penis, which was already hard, and while he did, I fingered my clitty and squeezed my breast.
A couple of times he started moaning and I thought he was going to have an orgasm, but he stopped and held it back. The third time, though, he just kept jerking faster and faster. Finally, with bent knees, closed eyes and head back, he cried out, pulling very quickly, and I was thrilled to see his stuff squirt through the air! He stopped then, visibly panting, and left his long penis hanging limp between his legs.
By then I was so excited that I was squirming and groaning while I pushed my fingers in my pussy and rubbed the mounds on my chest. I was so engrossed in my pleasure that I didn't notice when he looked up and saw me. For a heart-stopping minute we both stood naked staring at each other. I quickly backed from the window and stood in the dark with a pounding heart. By the time I had the courage to peak out, there was no sign of him.
* * *
I awoke next day to a beautiful summer morning. Although I launched into my Saturday chores, I was unable to forget the confrontation of the preceding night. I had seen Mike and he had seen me; there was no ignoring it. I felt very horny and was determined to confront him. About ten o'clock I saw him, wearing only swimming trunks, working in the gardens in his front yard. I quickly pulled off my nightie and put on shorts and a T-shirt. Feeling rather bold, I decided not to wear a bra, though in my case that's not exactly daring! Next I went out the back and got the trash barrel, which I rolled to the front curb. As I returned, I called "Good morning, Mike!" and he waved in answer, though he seemed more than a little embarrassed to see me. I took this as evidence that he knew that I knew, so I walked over to him. After exchanging a little small talk, we fell into an uncomfortable silence. Finally I said quietly, "I saw you in the garden last night."
He turned beet red and stared at the grass. "I was afraid you had; I thought I saw you in the window. I really apologize; I'm very embarrassed."
"That's OK," I said gently, "It was impolite of me to watch."
There was a breeze and I could feel it blowing through my shorts and T-shirt. I felt my nipples stiffen, and I think Mike noticed too, since the bulge in his trunks swelled.
"It's not what you think," he stammered. "You must think I'm some kind of pervert."
"It was some kind of magical ritual, wasn't it?"
"Exactly!" He looked more at ease. Mike and I often discussed our common interest in magical topics, and regularly traded books.
"I'm really interested in it; could you tell me about it?"
"Tell you about it? Gods, I'm embarrassed enough already! I can't believe you saw me like that."
"Well, you saw me too," I shrugged, "and I wasn't doing magic." He nodded, with another flush of red.
"How about it?" I pressed. "Please tell me what you were doing."
Just then a red Ferrari roared up to the curb; it was Mike's sister Carline. She looked stunning, as always, as she swung out of the door, waved and walked briskly our way. Tall, with waste-length brown hair, she is an interior decorator and always dresses in a tastefully sexy way that I envy. This day she wore a summer suit, but carried the jacket tossed over her shoulder. Her sheer silk blouse left her thin arms bare and revealed the tremor of her petite breasts. As usual, the fabric was just transparent enough to give the impression of large dark nipples underneath, but opaque enough to leave some doubt.
As she approached, Mike called, "How's my witchy sister this morning?"
"Flying high," she answered, "and how fares the master sorcerer?"
"Likewise," Mike answered with a mock bow,
"Well, as I've often said, the only difference between us, dear brother, is that you have a wand."
She glanced down to where there was a stirring under his shorts.
"Presto-chango, hmmmm?" she muttered and winked at me. "I was just passing by and thought I'd say good morning," she added lightly. "Excuse my interruption."
"Not at all," Mike said, "I'm glad you stopped."
"What he means," I said, "is that you came in the nick of time, because I was bugging him to teach me a magic ritual."
"Indeed!" she said, looking at him intently.
Mike cleared his throat and looked at her shoes. "She, ahh 3;, witnessed the Sementis Terrae last night."
"Oh, that little trick," she laughed. "You really should be more discreet, Michael. I don't think I can help you out of this one."
Suddenly Carline became serious and touched a hand to each of our elbows. Except for that gesture she seemed to have forgotten our presence, and gazed between us into the distance. The air suddenly became very still, and in the warm sunlight her skin seemed to glow beneath her blouse, which looked diaphanous in comparison. In a detached but solemn voice she said, "There is an ancient saying:
"The planets, in their orbits, go their private ways,
And wander 'til they touch, upon the fated days.
For know this truth: the law that governs them is one,
The many twisting paths around the selfsame Sun.
So going separate ways, two live their separate lives,
Until the twain to meet, the Force of Fate contrives.
These crossing paths, the work of Gods,
Are not to be ignored.
So honor ye the Call of Fate,
And work with one accord!"
With this pronouncement Carline's normal expression returned. Smiling pleasantly, she squeezed my hand in hers and pecked Mike on the cheek. With a jaunty "Ciao!" she waved, returned to her car and drove off, leaving Mike and I in a daze.
"What happened, then?" I asked.
"I'm not sure; I have an idea, but I'll have to think about it. In any case, I'd say we're on for tonight, OK?"
"Of course!" I answered, stunned, "Is there anything I need to do."
"Have a light supper, a long bath and dress comfortably; that's all," he said, still staring after his sister. "Come shortly after moonrise."
* * *
That evening he greeted me at his front door in his bathrobe, and led me through the house into the back yard. "Go ahead and strip down," he said, trying to sound casual, and I tried to seem nonchalant as I stepped out of my shorts and folded them on a lawn chair. I did the same with my panties and had to suppress a smile as I saw him peaking sideways at my pussy. But when I pulled my T-shirt off over my head, I suddenly felt embarrassed at my small tits and crossed my arms over them.
"Are you cold?" Mike asked.
Then I felt silly, and unfolded my arms. "Sometimes I feel inadequate in the chest department," I said sheepishly.
"Really? I think you look great!"
I had to admit I looked pretty good in the moonlight; my skin glowed like marble, and my bush and long hair were rich and dark. Even my bosom took on the aspect of a virginal Goddess. Mike took off his robe and carefully folded it, I think to get control of his nerves. He looked good in the moonlight too; it accented the shapes of his muscles and made his skin contrast more with the dark hair on most of his body.
Mike explained that we would be working together to implant his seed in Mother Earth. This sort of "fertilization" was the secret of his "green thumb."
"First we'll build up as much sexual energy as we can," Mike said. "We meditate on Nature while we masturbate. You can go all the way, but I have to make sure I don't cum before it's time. When I'm ready I'll have you stroke me off so that we both contribute the seed to Mother Earth."
"Sounds like fun!" I said, blushing.
"To build the energy, we're both going to sit flat on the earth. This soil is nice and soft, so it should be quite comfortable."
We both sat down cross-legged facing each other.
"We want to connect with the Earth Power," he explained, "so we have to make sure our sex organs contact the Earth. My balls are laying in the dirt. Try to make sure your cunt is in the dirt."
When we were positioned, he said, "OK, let's get to work!"
I played with my clitty until I was at the peak of my pleasure, while Mike stroked his penis. A couple of times I was sure he would cum, but he held himself back.
After half an hour, when Mike had just suppressed another orgasm he said, "The next one is it. Get up on your knees, Ruth."
He stood at the edge of the garden and positioned me to his side right next to his penis.
"OK, now you put your energy into it until I cum."
I grasped his penis with my right hand and as I stroked it I diddled myself with my left hand. Soon he gasped, "It's almost there! Two hands now." I grasped his long penis with both hands and stroked him fast, never stopping. His kept moaning louder and his knees buckled, so I knew he was close.
Almost before I noticed it, gobs of his seed were flying through the air. Most of it landed in the garden, on the plants or soil, where I could see it glowing in the moonlight. After a few moments, no more semen came out, but Mike was still gasping and moaning. Though I realized that his penis was softening in my hands, I tried to keep stroking, but he said, "That's OK, you can stop now. By the Goddess, Ruth, that was awesome!"
Mike slumped to the ground and leaned back against my shoulder. While he rested, I looked at my hands, which were covered with his semen and I said, "This stuff is really slimy; can I wipe it off?"
"Yeh," Mike answered, "but not yet."
He turned to face me and put his right index finger into the semen in my hand. Then he drew a sign on each of my breasts, around my nipples.
"Let the gifts of the Fruitful Mother be upon thee," he said.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"Whatever you want most. We're done. Shower before you go to bed."
I thanked Mike and pulled the shirt over my sticky chest and headed home. I was so tired that I fell immediately onto my bed and into a deep sleep filled with dreams of giant cocks spraying semen onto me. When I awoke next morning, I felt very odd. Something soft was between my arm and my side. In shock I pulled up my T-shirt and saw two huge breasts draped down my chest. I gasped and, pulling my shirt back down, rushed in tears to Mike's house. I beat on the door until he opened it.
"What's the matter?"
I pulled up my shirt. "Look!"
"Shit!" He quickly pulled me inside.
"I've never seen this happen," he said. "You did shower, didn't you?"
"No, I forgot, why?"
"That's it!" he said furiously; he dragged me down the hall and pushed me into the shower.
"Get that shirt off!"
Still in my shorts, I stood, crying, under the water for ten minutes until all his semen was washed away.
***
It has taken some adjustments, but now I'm used to my new bosom, even if it's not exactly what I would have picked. In spite of the accident, I've continued to work magic with Mike, but I'm more careful about the details!
*Thanks to Ruth for allowing me to tell her story! -- J. Opscaeno
Last revised December 14, 2001