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This is my story written by me. Please read it, but
don't make a profit out of it please. Not really
suitable for anybody under 18 or those who are
offended by sex, but if you are then why are you in
here? Thank you.


I stood there peering out through the bamboo blinds
into the sunny garden. I doubted she was actually a
trained gardener, rather just a girl who knew the
difference between a weed and a flower and also knew
which ones she had to pull up. She came over every
Saturday in the afternoon to do three hours of
gardening, I rang up the gardening service, and they
sent her over. I wondered whether they checked for
qualifications or not.

She was kneeling at the edge of the lawn, tending to
the garden beds, they were quite literally beds of
garden though. I had a huge lawn, a pool, a grape
vine, and an orchard of five orange trees, all this
surrounded a big house that I inherited from my
stupidly wealthy grandparents, I probably could have
never worked another day of my life, but that would
have made me feel very guilty. Anyway, she was working
on the gardens surrounding the lawn all day, she was
kneeling, sitting back on her heels. She was wearing a
pair of bone coloured cargo shorts, a white t-shirt,
through which showed quite clearly a black bra, and on
her feet she was wearing a pair of old $10 sneakers.
Her hair was dark blonde, almost brown, except with
streaks of blonde all through it, it looked too
natural to be coloured. her skin was slightly tinged
with a tan she has acquired from working in my garden.


I had been doing something before I noticed she had
arrived, but when I noticed her metallic green
hatchback in the driveway I knew she must be here.
When I saw where she was, I watched her intently for
over an hour, before she got up and started walking
toward the back door of the house. It was the first
time all day that I had seen her from a front view, it
was then that I realised how hot it must be out there,
her face was flushed red, and her t-shirt was wet in
some places from her sweat. She walked right in
through the door and into the kitchen where I was
standing.

"Hi, can I use your shower?" She asked.

"Yeah sure, go for it." I replied, I stopped myself
before I said something stupid, and she stalled just
as she was leaving like she was in anticipation of me
saying it.

She left, and walked towards the bathroom, after about
3 minutes i heard the shower start. I dared not follow
her up into that part of the house, nor would I try to
look at her when she wasn't decent, I might have for
other people, but this gardener seemed more important
than to just try and get a peek at her in her
underwear. So, I just sat down, got a glass out of the
bottom drawer and poured myself some water from the
refrigerator. I waited 10 minutes for her to return to
the kitchen, but when she did I got a big look at the
personality of this gardener. She walked in still
wearing the towel, I admired her conviction. When she
walked in she automatically looked like she was in
place, I felt like I was the one out of place, and
that I should also be wearing a towel. The towel
covered her breasts and a few inches below her ass.
She had the body that could only come with a 20
something year old.

"Can I get a drink?" She asked.

"Sure." I replied, purposefully keeping my response
short and tight. 

She went over to the drawers, my eyes naturally
following her every move. She bent over a get a glass
and I peeked at her underwear. They were black cotton,
and they had ridden up her ass a bit. I was still
staring when she stood up, and she noticed.

"Good view?" She asked as she flicked up the front of
the towel to give me a sneak peek at more of her
underwear.

I don't normally blush, and I didn't at this, I just
felt so bad and guilty that I had defiled this woman.

"Don't worry, I don't care," she started, "Compared to
other people your a true gentleman."

"Really?" I replied, trying desperately to get off the
subject of women's underwear.

"Yeah, some walk in on me while I'm showering, others
ask if they can keep my underwear, others even start
touching me."

"That sounds bad." I reply, still trying to get away
from this topic.

"It can be," she says, "but with you, I wouldn't mind
a bit of a play."

I sat there dumbfounded, no knowing what to say to
that. She finished her drink, giggled, kissed me on
the cheek, and put her glass on the sink.

"I've got to go, I'll see you next week." She said,
"I've left my clothes in the bathroom, can you clean
them for me? Also I'll get the towel back to you next
week, okay?"

The only answer I could manage was a simple wave of my
hand. Before I knew it, she had gone, I went outside
to look at the garden. It was neatly trimmed, and it
looked remarkably good. I went inside and picked up
her clothes, I took them to the laundry and I put them
in the washing machine, ready to be cleaned, I
couldn't help but look at the bra for a few seconds,
like a teenager on heat I looked for a size, but there
was no label. It was times like these that I did have
a job to attend to for five days of the week, I needed
something to get my mind off her, and it was now, only
now after she had left that my cock roared into life,
and it didn't sleep until I did.


The next week was like a race with time, where I had
to let time win. It seemed I was at the weekend after
every work day, only to wake up the next day to
realise I still had four days to go, then three days,
then two days, then one day, and then like mugger the
weekend snuck up on me. On Friday night I went out
with some colleges to a night club. I danced, I drank,
I ended up having sex with a big breasted blonde who
was all to happy to give me a blow job and then to
fuck my brains out. It was fun, but without the
gardener it meant nothing to me. I left the blonde's
house around 3am. I left her sleeping happily in our
own filthy mess, she was so blasted that I doubt she
will remember what I looked like, me however, I never
knew what she looked like. All that was on my mind was
the future, Saturday, three hours, afternoon, the
gardener.

Nothing was going to keep me from sleeping, I had had
a long day and a long night and it had always been
easy for me to get to sleep no matter what was on my
mind. I didn't sleep for long though, I was up five
hours later at 9am and by 9:30am I was fully dressed,
well as dressed as I was going to get, I had a pair of
black pair of shorts on that went just past my knees
when I stood up, and a blue t-shirt that had written
on it in red a Chinese character, I had no idea what
it meant. I walked around the house and garden for
about 4 hours, every now and then finding a place that
was suitable to sit down. I was sitting down under the
grape vine when she arrived, I was dozing a bit and I
didn't hear the car pull in. I saw her walk up to me
through half closed eyes, she walked right up to me
and she kissed my cheek, that woke me right up.

"Have you got a ladder?" she asked.

"Yeah, in the shed." I answered, not knowing how I
managed to move my lips to shape the words.

"Okay, I'm going to clean up this vine up today."

"Go for it." I didn't trust myself with more than one
syllable.

She got the ladder out of the shed and put it up to
the vine, she climbed onto the vine and started
snipping away with a pair of gardening scissors. She
was wearing a pair of tight white trousers with sewn
on patches of black leather over her ass cheeks, on
her thighs, and on her knees. It was obviously the
most chic pair of work trousers she could get. It was
hot under the vine, so it must have been very hot on
top of the vine. Within about an hour she had done
about half of the vine. At this point she was right
above me, I had been half watching her and half
dozing. At this point I wasn't watching, my head was
leaning forward. She whistled and I quickly looked up,
almost giving myself whiplash. There she was sitting
back on her heels, I saw her just as she was pulling
off her black t-shirt to reveal a multicoloured bikini
top that was most likely part of a swimsuit. She
smiled at me and threw the t-shirt down to me.

"Think quick." she said as the t-shirt landed on my
face. I pulled it off my face and put it down next to
me, the first thing I thought of was her safety.

"You'll burn." I said

"Yeah I know, have you got any sunscreen?" she asked
"Yeah," I started, "I'll just get it."

I walked into the house and up to my bedroom, I picked
up the tube of sunscreen and took it out to her. I
handed it to her and she started rubbing it into her
exposed skin. I went to sit down, but she stopped me
with a greasy hand.

"Don't think your getting away that quickly, of course
I'm going to ask you to do my back." she said.

I took the tube from her and I squirted some of the
cream into my palm. I rubbed her back slowly, rubbing
the white cream in. Her back was probably the sexiest
thing I've ever felt. I did her shoulders and her
neck. When I was at the small of her back she started
to make little noises that eventually got louder and
louder until she was moaning quite loudly, I had to
comment, I felt like I was missing something.

"Your not going to come are you?" I asked,
automatically regretting my choice of words.

"not just yet, but we'll see what happens." She had a
wide smile on her face.

"Do you want to come?" I asked, this time not caring
about what words I used. She broke away from me and
turned around.

"Not right now, I've got work to do. Oh yeah, and I
drank your water." 

She made her way up the ladder, I could see the hems
of her underwear through the trousers, I also noticed
the slight dents in the bikini made by her nipples.

"I can't wait." I stated. It was true, I couldn't.

"You can't?" she asked rhetorically, her hands went to
her breasts, "Well, you'll just have to wait won't
you?"

It dawned on me that she was teasing me, perhaps she
made it all up? Maybe she wasn't even aroused? Was she
just leading me on? I started to hate her for this.
Did she know how much I needed this? I sat there
underneath the vine looking up at her, she was
continuing doing her work like nothing had happened. I
was again lost in her body though, she was right over
the top of me on the vine, looking at her cleavage
just made me angrier. I wanted to release her breasts,
I wanted to undo her belt, pull down her pants and
underwear, I wanted to fuck her until  we both fell to
sleep, with me still inside her.


I sat there while she kept on cutting, for the first
time she wasn't on my mind, except I had this nagging
feeling of hate towards her, but what was I to expect?
Why would she want to have sex with me? Of course she
wouldn't. My mind drifted to other women my mind raced
back to the night before, the blonde. I wish I could
remember more about her, I wish I still remembered who
she was, wear she lived. I wouldn't mind meeting her
properly. My body fell away to sleep and so did my
mind, I dreamt about her for what seemed like 5
seconds, because as soon as I was asleep I was woke
up. I opened my eyes and there she was, unbelievably
close to me, I realised she was sitting on my lap, her
ass right over my crotch, my face almost fell into her
breasts.

"Don't sleep now," she said, "There'll be time for
that later."

"Why?" I asked, "What do I have to do now?" I realised
I had assumed too much.

"Well, you've got to find me a bed, you've got to find
me a shower, and then you've got to fuck my brains
out." She smiled nonchalantly at me.

"Wh-wh-what?" I stuttered, what she had just said was
total nonsense to me, like another language.

"Okay, okay," she said, "Let me bring to back to
Earth." she said.

She slid off me and she slowly went down onto her
knees, she unbuttoned my shorts and then unzipped me,
she pulled them down a bit, and then unbuttoned my
boxers. By this time my cock was well alive, it was
just hardening up. She didn't waste anytime, she
closed her whole mouth over my hardening cock and just
licked it, with about 15 seconds it was as hard as it
was going to get. She started with a hand job with
both her hands, although she only needed one, she
going up and down the shaft quickly, every now and
then licking the dark red head. I started moaning, I
was close, hell I was close when she first put her
mouth over it. She stopped, and her mouth took over.
Seeing her mouth covering about half my cock was the
most arousing thing I'd ever seen, she was using her
tongue, but she was sucking desperately as well, I
could feel the vacuum effect of my cock. She kept on
sucking me, sometimes taking the cock out to use just
her tongue. my stomach muscles tightened up and I
thought I'd better warn her I was going to cum.

"I'm gonna cum!" I said under me breath.

She put her mouth over my whole cock, and went up and
down rapidly, my legs jolted twice and she pulled off
me. She grabbed my cock pull it toward herself. I came
violently and lots of small jets of my cum. They
sprayed on her mouth on her chin, and down onto the
breasts and her bikini. She let go and my final shot
angled up and I shot into her hair. I sat there
totally out of breath, barely able to keep myself from
dying of pleasure overload.

"Now," she started, "Don't you think I need a shower?"

I was too flustered to answer, I just waved her off
towards the house.
"You'd better recover soon, because there's more where
that came from." She said

She got up and took her t-shirt, I was worried whether
this girl was going to kill me. She had just blasted
my mind and I wasn't sure if I could take it again.
All I knew was that I was going to make her cum so
hard she won't be able to move. She'd better be ready
to receive as well as give. I found the energy to get
up and get inside, although my legs were very shaky.
The first thing I did was to drink a large glass of
water. I needed it. When I put the glass down I
realise that my pants were still undone and my cock
was still hanging out. I definitely had other things
on my mind. I heard the shower stop and I heard the
bathroom door open. I heard her softly padding down
the hallway. My heart fluttered, jumped, and tried to
get out and run away. To me this girl was more
important than the second coming of Christ, for all I
knew she could be. She walked into the kitchen and
stopped in the door. She was wearing white panties and
her black t-shirt. She walked with the poise of a
model, her hips slid seductively from side to side,
she raised my heart rate into the vaguely
uncomfortable region. She spoke with her same style,
very playful.

"Any plans?" She asked.

"No, Not yet," I returned, "But I'm sure I'll come up
with something." I added as an afterthought.

Her hands were at her side, she move them up over her
body, rubbing her breasts, the nipples were clearly
visible. She moved her hands down her curves, on the
way she pull her t-shirt up to show off a bit of her
mid rift. Her hands rubbed her thighs and she hooked
her thumbs into the elastic of her panties, she pulled
them down a bit, but not off. Compared to the white of
the skin underneath her panties the rest of her body
was quite tanned. Her hands made one more trip up and
down her body, finishing at her cunt, she stroked it
through the fabric of her panties, she moaned, and
leaned against the door frame. I thought I'd better
make the move, although I still had my doubts over
whether or not this was actually happening in front of
me. I walked over to her and I grabbed her face, I
thrust my mouth onto her's and we kissed, our tongues
and our hands exploring wildly. I broke away, barely
able to keep breathing, I kneaded her breasts with my
palms feeling the hard nubs of her nipples with my
fingers. I ripped the t-shirt up off her masking her
face with it, I didn't bother ripping it right off. As
she struggled to get it off, my face dropped to her
breasts, nuzzling them and licking them. My mouth
covered on of her nipples and I explored it's ridges
with my mouth. She groaned wildly and thrust her hips
into the side of my thigh. I worked on both her
breasts, she wriggled and squirmed wildly under my
mouth, sometimes giggling, sometimes breathing
heavily, most of the time trying to make words, but
failing. She managed to get her hands on my head and
she started pushing my head down. I broke away and I
looked her in her eyes, I realised I was in control.

"Do you want me to go down?" I asked. 

"yes." She manages, breathing heavily, her brow has a
light veil of sweat on it.

I slid down her body onto my knees, she leant back
onto the door frame. I slowly pulled down her panties
to uncover her cunt, I pulled them right down to her
ankle so she could step out of them. She struggled her
legs slightly apart. She had a definite tan line in
the shape of a bikini. Her pubic hair was blonde like
the hair on her head, but unlike my pubic hair her's
was soft, mine however is coarse and jumbled. Her's
was soft, almost silky, and it was very neat. It was
barely even there. I leant in close to smell her
natural perfume, she smelt musky, I was a mixture of
her natural odour and soap, she'd just had a shower
after all. I took the first large step in, I had
stalled enough, I licked the lips as best I could in
one stoke, not penetrating just licking the surface, I
licked the tip of her clit and her legs buckled
underneath her. She started to slide down the side of
the door frame and I struggled to keep her upright,
her legs were quivering as I licked again, I was
putting a lot of effort into keeping her from falling
over, she didn't look like she cared whether she fell
over, she was looking right up towards the ceiling and
groaning as I licked, her hands were at her front
rubbing them up and down her flat soft stomach. I kept
on licking as my arms starting burning up from the
effort of keeping her up, she was slowly getting
louder and louder, and slightly more violent in her
movements, she was starting to shake a lot. She
started actually forming words, words of encouragement
and pleasure. I was so tired but I kept on licking,
piercing in between the lips and onto the membranes
inside, it was one delicate fold after another. Her
body lunged, well her legs did, she pulled them off
the floor and she wrapped her thighs around my head
and cross her legs across my back. At last my arms
were rested, but I didn't care about that, she was
wrapped around my head screaming at the top of her
lungs, her thighs were like a vice grip on my head and
her juice flooded out down my chin and onto my
t-shirt, my face was smeared with the shiny viscous
liquid, she had come. I collapsed backwards and we
fell backwards, she somehow flipped her legs out just
in time and I lay on the ground, she lay on top of me,
a soft ass cheek against the cheek of my face, every
now and then a few drops of her juice fell onto the
side of my face. We didn't move for 10 minutes.

Although her smell and her body against mine were
heavenly, her weight on mine was very uncomfortable
after a while, I decided to talk, but it took me about
a minute to think of something to say.

"Your not dead are you?" I asked, trying to be as
funny as I possibly can, I was glad to hear her soft
laughter .

"Pretty close to, but I guess you'll want to move."
she said, I glad she sort of understood my discomfort.

She got off me and stood up, balancing with the help
of the wall, I lifted myself as well and my arms burnt
up again. I hoped she didn't want to back the last
effort up right now. It seems strange, but I was
relieved to see her putting her t-shirt back on. 

"Shotgun shower," She said, calling the shower first.,
"And can I get some clothes?" 

"yeah," I said, finding it much easier to talk to her
now. "Your clothes from last week are in a basket
somewhere, I'll get them for you. And don't worry, I
have two showers."

She smiled and walked out towards the shower. I made
my way to the other shower, I looked down on myself,
through the whole thing I was never undressed. My
clothes were covered in various stains, but mainly
her, there was a white blotch on my t-shirt where her
juice had dried. I stripped in the bathroom and saw
myself in the mirror, I was a mess, my hair was
everywhere and my face was smeared with a mixture of
my own saliva and her juice. I showered, my thoughts
didn't stray once from her. I finished my shower and
found some new clothes. I went out into the kitchen
where she was waiting. She was wearing her white
t-shirt from the last week and a pair of my satin
boxers, I had had her ass against my face for a long
time only minutes before yet I still couldn't stop
myself from staring at it. 

"Got any food?" She asked "I'm starving."

"All I got is fruit." I replied.

"Good enough." She said, "Where is it?"

"Fridge." I was glad I was no longer flustered.

She opened the fridge and bent over to get the fruit
in the crisper. She was obviously posing, but I still
looked.

"Enjoying the view?" She asked playfully.

"Yep." I didn't see any reason to be embarrassed.

She stood and turned around, the cold from the
refrigerator had stiffened her nipples a little bit.
She was smiling, almost ear to ear. She walked over
and hugged me. I also went over and got some fruit,
lots of fruit, I was very hungry. We had a good
conversation over our makeshift afternoon tea. being
her usual self she started flirting like mad, playing
with the fruit, and herself. We talked about sex, each
other, sex, and her breasts. She complemented me on my
oral abilities, and I thanked her. It was running very
smoothly, until the questions and answers just got the
better of us:

"Have you ever used props?" She asked, I didn't know
what she meant.

"What do you mean?" I asked back.

"You know, like objects, things other than each
other." She explained.

"No, not really. Have you?" I asked, I was interested
by this.

"Yeah, it's so much fun."
"Like What?" I tried to dig deeper.

"Well, food for a start."

"What kind of food?"

"You know, like fruit." She said with a smile.

"Grapes?" I asked, holding one up in my fingers.

"Yeah, I guess you could use grapes."

I threw the grape at her on a slow and high
trajectory, she darted forward and caught it in her
mouth, she giggled as she chewed the grape. It was as
if she was well trained at this little party trick.

"What else?" I asked.

"Well things like candles."

"Candles?" I asked, "Ouch."

"No, we'll try it later, it's really nice, kind of
hurts in a really nice way." she said. I was happy
that she'd said `we'll try it.'

"what do you do?" I asked, showing my complete
ignorance on the subject.

"Well, you light them and you drip the wax." she
answered. I didn't think the answer would be so
obvious.

"Where?" 

"Nipples, stomach, anywhere almost."

"Oh okay."

The conversation continued, I was completely honest
with her, which makes her about the second person to
see this side of me, and the first who didn't walk
away from me afterwards.

"Do you want to stay here the night?" I asked as if
she was a high school friend.

"Yeah, I'd love to." she said, it was the first time
she really seem sure of something, "Can I get some
spare clothes out of my car?" 

"Yes, you may." I smiled politely as I said it.
She got up and walk out to her car, she came back and
I saw her walk past the kitchen up to the bedroom. She
came back fully dressed, She was wearing a black
t-shirt and tight trousers that seem to hook into
every curve and every surface of her legs. She was
wearing a bra again, and I could see the outlines of
her panties against her ass.

"Your putting on clothes now?" I asked as a joke.

"Yeah, sorry to tell you, but I'm a lot more
comfortable this way, She smiled as she answered. Her
smile was infectious, the kind of disease you really
want to catch.

"I don't mind," I said, "So what now?" I asked.

"We can just talk can't we?" She asked, I was pretty
sure it was a rhetorical question but I answered
anyway.

"Sure."

We talked again, this time it was a lot tamer. We
didn't talk about sex that much, more about her
future. I talked about mine. She was just a university
student, studying dramatic arts and doing a Bachelor
of Education. I told her about my job, she was
uninterested, but I was glad she pretended she was. We
moved out to the television room and we talked and
watch television there. I had 3 full sofas but she
chose to sit on my lap as I gently massaged her thighs
and her stomach. She we talked as I kept on playing
with her. It was a relaxing experience to sit there
massaging her through the clothes. She looked up at me
with eyes you could fall into and never get out, they
were the nicest tone of brown I had ever seen. She
stretched out over me and the rest of the couch, she
looked very sleepy. As she stretched her t-shirt rode
up a bit and exposed some of her smooth, soft stomach.
My hands started rubbing her bare skin, she finger
went underneath and slowly massaged the whole area, I
wouldn't have been surprised if she started purring,
she reminded me of a cat. She seemed to hear my mental
pleas for her to let me massage more of her beauty.
She peeled the t-shirt off without asking me at all. I
worked over her stomach and up to her chest. up to
hard bit at the bottom of her white bra and back down
again. She smiled and shifted her position a bit,
lifting her hips up, her hands went to her front and I
realised that she was taking her trousers off. She
slid them down her legs and kicked them off. I sat
there and she lay there, I stroked all of her that I
could reach. I wondered how someone could wear
underwear so well without even trying, her breasts
filled her white bra even when leaning back and her
panties covered the smoothest and most succulent
lines, they covered her mound of her pubis and I could
see a slight trace of the outlines of her lips. I had
to trace the miniature valley with my fingers, and so
I did. I rubbed it lightly with my index finger and
she shot up at me, she swung herself around and she
straddled me with ease. She looked me in her eye and I
felt as if I was being sucked into them. She lightly
bit my nose and rocked back and forward. My cock grew
hard from the friction and straightened out, making a
perfect fit to the ridge between her two ass cheeks.

"Are you ready?" She asked. In reply I just nodded. 

She leaned away from me and pulled off my white
t-shirt, underneath I had some dark wispy hair on my
chest, and a barely muscled physique. She licked my
nipples and I was surprised by the amount of pleasure
I got from it. Her legs were like a vice around my
body as she continued to rock back and forth, her
breasts jiggling a little whenever she jerked forward.
I put my arms over her shoulders and hugged her around
her neck, she was so beautiful, her eyes staring right
into mine, a slight veil of sweat on her brow, and her
soft, supple body rising and falling to meet mine on
the up-stroke.

"Your teasing." I said playfully.

"I know." She smiled as she said it.

I moved my hands to cup her bra which was cupping her
breasts, I felt the little anthills of flesh that made
up her nipples harden, she moved her arms from around
me and put them behind herself, she unclipped her bra
with a snap and the straps fell off her shoulders. The
bra fell into my hands and I put it to the side, for
the first time with a clear head I was able to take in
her breasts. I found the pale flesh incredibly sexy,
two pale orbs of flesh capped with light tan coloured
nipples. They were heavy in his hands, he traced the
slight crease under her breasts and the line where the
tan stopped around the breasts. I cupped the breasts
with my hands and softly rubbed the nipples with my
thumbs, she stopped her rocking and started leaning in
towards me, she grabbed my arms and pulled them to the
side, she held them there.

"Use you mouth." she ordered.

I leaned forward and starting to lick her breasts with
long strokes of my tongue. I didn't work on just the
nipple, but the whole globe, my tongue was dry with
excitement and adrenaline. As I licked her with my
almost sandpaper like tongue, my hands had found their
way down to her panties, they were moist, and I was
glad, I clumsily stroke her through the panties  as
she moaned, louder and louder. My movement became a
lot less clumsier and I started to stroke her into
submission,  her torso was swinging back and forth
while her legs were either writhing, or trying to
crush me. I was surprised how strong she could
actually be. Finally she broke off, she slid back away
from me and stood up in front of me. She was sweating
heavily, I found it uncontrollably sexy. She put her
hands to her panties and pulled them down to her
knees, they fell down the rest of her legs and she
stepped out of them. She stood there like a model in
front of me, the sight make me weak, if I was standing
up I probably would have fallen over. She looked at me
as if expecting something from me and I remembered
that I still had my trousers on. I unbuttoned them and
shovelled them down my legs, then I pulled my boxers
off, very clumsily, but I think me were both in
agreement that we should both be naked as soon as
possible.

She was smiling as she walked up to me and took my
cock in her hand, I couldn't stand it, what I had
always wanted was so close to me, and here she was
stalling, I grabbed her arm and pulled her down onto
her back on the couch, I got up off the couch and onto
my knees, she lay there looking up, her legs spread
slightly, her smile never fading, I slowly lined
myself up with her, I didn't want to make a fool of
myself after all this time. I moved in about an inch
and I felt my cock head against the wet kiss of her
cunt. I plunged in, hard. Her smile turned into
surprise, her body swung up, she gasped, and her eyes
were wide. She dropped back again against the couch, I
pulled out and pushed back in again, the results
weren't as violent as before, she jolted and groaned.
The wet sound of us slapping together was like music,
carefully mixed with our moans and the pulse of our
blood, almost in unison. In and out we continued, I'd
got so far I didn't want to blow it, literally and
metaphorically. I tried not to think about her, but
the more I tried the more I kept on thinking about
her, I had my eyes closed but my vivid memories of her
kept on flooding back into my head time and time
again. The only thing that kept on stopping me from
coming was me clenching my calf muscle, I had make it
start cramping and it was hurting a lot. That was the
idea. I started thinking more about the pain that the
pleasure and I was able to keep myself from it. The
pain became unbearable, so I stretched the muscle, the
feeling was almost like the orgasm in itself. All
through this she was just getting louder and louder, I
wished I was able to tell how close she was, it came
as a surprise to me when she managed to twirl her legs
around mine and she lunged up and bit into my collar
bone. Of course this was enough for me, the moment her
cunt started with the contractions I started and I
couldn't stop myself, I thought I'd gone too early,
but as she started squealing, my blood on her lips, I
realised she was there as well. My stomach muscles had
gone into spasms and my vision blurred for a few
seconds as my cock erupted and I came into her. I
collapsed and so did she. We fell onto the couch, me
on top of her. We lay there for minutes, we didn't
have to talk. She fell to sleep and so did I
eventually. I wondered what was going to happen in the
morning. 







I give no apologies for spelling errors as I know they
are in there. I would love you feedback though, but
make it constructive or friendly.




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