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OK then, Patricki-mou, you wanted a story. I've fixed my computer, so here it is.
After years of looking at my garden, I have finally decided to get the lawn replaced. It is going to have to be dug up and completely re-turfed. I don't do jobs like this, of course; I get helpful little men in to do it.My neighbour, Peter, has a friend who is a landscape gardener, so I have asked him to give me the number of the firm.
I am quite surprised by the voice which answered my call. It is deep, and quite cultured -not the rough artisan tones I was expecting. I am taken aback - and I'm afraid I am moist between the legs, too. Lovely voices can have an instant effect on my libido. So, it's all fixed; next Saturday morning, early. I don't know his name yet, but I'm curious to see him.If there's this much electricity over the phone, how will it be to meet him?
By Friday, I am exhausted as usual. What I really need is a long lie-in, not anonymous workmen turning up at the crack of dawn. So I turn in even earlier than usual. But hell's bells! The knock at my door on Saturday is at 7am! This chap must be very enthusiastic, or a professional pain in the arse. Possibly both. So I drag on my dressing-gown and totter downstairs.
I open the door on a real surprise. A man of medium height and build, dark hair, dark eyes
and a mysterious demeanour. He speaks as if we have already known each other for a
while
••Morning. My name is Patrick. I've come :o look at your lawn "
"Go ahead Do you always start this early0'"
"Yes. It's best, if I have a lot of digging to do."
"Right. Well..I'll put the kettle on and you can get measuring, or whatever."
I pulled my dressing-gown a little closer to me because the early morning air was crisp. It
was a glorious spring day - just a bit too early for me to fully appreciate it. I put the kettle
on the hob and lit it.
"Tea or coffee?" I called through the open door.
He stopped what he was doing and straightened up, looking directly at me.
"Tea. Please."
There was a long pause. I thought he was going to ask for something else, like a cooked
breakfast or brioches, when I realised he was gazing at a point below my face. I looked
down and saw that my dressing-gown had fallen open to reveal a quantity of my cleavage;
he was smiling at the thought. It was the first sign of emotion I'd seen in his face; at least
i: was one of warmth, possibly even pleasure. I pulled the edges of the dressing-gown
:: get her again.
"Any particular sort of tea?"
"Chinese if you have it; otherwise, milk, sugar and make it strong."
With this peculiar contradiction in my mind, I turned and went back into the kitchen. He
could have Safeways. like me. I thought. But I liked strong tea too, so I let it brew until it
was wickedly dark
"Tea's up!" I called, and he came stumping into the living-room.
"Stop where you are!" I shouted. He hadn't taken his wellies off. Once this was done, I allowed him further in. We had a conversation about the practicalities of the lawn, but I was aware that he was looking deeper into me than seemed suitable for the occasion. I had been right; the electricity was even stronger now that we had seen each other, but it made me uncomfortable, too. There were beads of unwelcome perspiration forming on my forehead, and on my downy pubic hair. He continued to smile a sardonic, inscrutable smile, leaving his face in dimples.
"Well, look, as I'm up and awake now, I may as well get ready for the day. I'll leave you to your tea, while I shower and get dressed." He gazed at me very carefully.
"I can't do anything more now until the garden centres open, for me to buy the turf." This was a most unsubtle hint. I simply turned and climbed the stairs, planning to do as I had said. Suddenly, however, the back of my dressing-gown lifted, and I heard Patrick inhale deeply.
"Your cunt smells like rich, warm earth," he said. I froze. Turning to try and offer some kind of reply, I saw he had already unzipped himself and had his cock straining out of his trousers, purple and anxious. I became liquid in an instant; sat on a step and opened both my dressing-gown and my legs to him. Delicately at first, he nosed into my firy pubic bush, so abundant and soft - simply smelling and appreciating the female musks I was giving out to him. Then he took my clitoris between his teeth - gently, it was impossible to think this was some clumsy man - tugged a little, then kissed it with lips and tongue so refined that my juices poured out towards him. He began to lap like an elegantly bred cat, but soon gave way to his baser feelings and plunged his tongue into my confused, hungry cunt. I could have stayed like that that until I came - it wasn't far off. let's face it - but he reminded me that he had an erection which was pleading for attention. I placed my hands about his beautiful face, drew it up to me and kissed it, smelling my private odours on his skin as I did so. As I pulled him closer, I felt his cock nudge my leg bluntly, so I reached down to guide it - how he gasped! Had he not been handled like this recently? I steered him towards my aching cunt -1 needed him inside me now, no frills, no questions, just fucking.
His knob was large, and needed to be given the right kind of coaching to get to its target, but soon I felt it breach my muscles and hammer home. God, it was hot and hard! It filled me, stretched me with its pulsing girth, then took me several steps closer to heaven as it started to pump in and out. He sat back on his heels to watch the motion of his tight flesh sawing in and out of my glistening pussy; the sight of my juices seemed to inflame him all the more. He screwed up his face, lost all semblance of control and began ramming into me, grinding and plunging as if his life depended on it. He was grunting and gasping as he finally croaked "I'm coming! Oh fuck I'm coming!" and there followed a roar of delight and possession as he spewed his spunk into my deepest recesses. let out a yelp, “Shit!” and, a nanosecond later, his long engrossed cock gave up its bounty. And jeez did he give it up! I felt the whiplashes as his cock pushed out the wall of my vagina with three, four, five jets of spunk hitting the target, deep inside me, somewhere behind my belly button. Wow! That was good, very good! I brought my mouth down on his and we kissed, slowly, longingly, lovingly I dug my hands into his buttocks as he climaxed, pulling him even closer and plunging my tongue into the heart of his desires, until he relaxed and slumped on top of me, breathing heavily. "I think you needed that," I giggled, as I watched him flop out of my cunt and leave a sperm trail on the carpet. He said nothing. He lay there, blissed out, breathing hard. I slid off to have my shower.
Whilst I was in there, enjoying the heat of the water and the sensation of hot sperm trickling down my leg, the curtain was pulled back, and I saw Patrick just below me. He was quite naked. For the first time, I was able to appreciate just what an astonishingly beautiful body he had; though he was not the gangling Anglo-Saxon hunk I had been brought up to hope for, he was utterly, utterly perfect - bronzed, smooth, well-proportioned and strong. He hopped up into the shower with me, and as we soaped, we kissed, and caressed. By the time I was finished, I was ready to go, all over again. We dried each other, and I led him into my bedroom.
Quietly, carefully, we explored each other I licked his balls, tongued his arse and took the whole length of his cock into my throat, sucking and pulsing around him. He was ecstatic; I loved his legs and his toes, his ears and his throat; I took his buttocks into my hands and caressed them with my fingernails. I was starving for him, I needed to eat and suck his body eternally, for nothing had ever given this sense of delirium and pleasure. He lay me back carefully, and with whisperings and murmurings, used his middle finger on my clitoris. He did not ask me to climb on top of him, or perform acrobatics; he asked only that I should lie there and take what he was offering - an undiluted act of generosity. So I lay back, and let him suckle on my tits, which had grown huge under him and permitted him to play with my engorged clioris and I opened myself to him as I had to no other lover; the petals of my being peeled back and I began to ripple, ripple with the intensity of what he was attempting. As I peaked, my back arched and I cried seagull cries, and my womb pulsed like slow handclaps in the middle of me. And I knew I could love this man like no other. So I lay across him, and sucked his spunk into me. After which, we slept.
Later, he went to the garden centre, laid the turf and came back to see that it had taken. Two months later, he turned up with a small bag, saying, if it was acceptable, could he stay with me for a while?
He has been here for six months. My belly is swelling with the weight of the c***d he has put into me, and my breasts are gargantuan. He seems to love it; it all part of the natural cycle for him. Seed, flower, fruit. He will watch me as I bring this c***d into the world, and as I nourish it with the milk from my breasts; I imagine that he'd like to suck on them too, to see what it tastes like. He loves to place his hands round the lump which is my womb and help me to pump up and down on him; he senses the shape of the c***d within, knows it is his own, and loves it as he loves me. My orgasms are powerful in a way which frighten him, but he knows he has found a contact with the power of the earth that he could never have had, not even as a gardener.
After years of looking at my garden, I have finally decided to get the lawn replaced. It is going to have to be dug up and completely re-turfed. I don't do jobs like this, of course; I get helpful little men in to do it.My neighbour, Peter, has a friend who is a landscape gardener, so I have asked him to give me the number of the firm.
I am quite surprised by the voice which answered my call. It is deep, and quite cultured -not the rough artisan tones I was expecting. I am taken aback - and I'm afraid I am moist between the legs, too. Lovely voices can have an instant effect on my libido. So, it's all fixed; next Saturday morning, early. I don't know his name yet, but I'm curious to see him.If there's this much electricity over the phone, how will it be to meet him?
By Friday, I am exhausted as usual. What I really need is a long lie-in, not anonymous workmen turning up at the crack of dawn. So I turn in even earlier than usual. But hell's bells! The knock at my door on Saturday is at 7am! This chap must be very enthusiastic, or a professional pain in the arse. Possibly both. So I drag on my dressing-gown and totter downstairs.
I open the door on a real surprise. A man of medium height and build, dark hair, dark eyes
and a mysterious demeanour. He speaks as if we have already known each other for a
while
••Morning. My name is Patrick. I've come :o look at your lawn "
"Go ahead Do you always start this early0'"
"Yes. It's best, if I have a lot of digging to do."
"Right. Well..I'll put the kettle on and you can get measuring, or whatever."
I pulled my dressing-gown a little closer to me because the early morning air was crisp. It
was a glorious spring day - just a bit too early for me to fully appreciate it. I put the kettle
on the hob and lit it.
"Tea or coffee?" I called through the open door.
He stopped what he was doing and straightened up, looking directly at me.
"Tea. Please."
There was a long pause. I thought he was going to ask for something else, like a cooked
breakfast or brioches, when I realised he was gazing at a point below my face. I looked
down and saw that my dressing-gown had fallen open to reveal a quantity of my cleavage;
he was smiling at the thought. It was the first sign of emotion I'd seen in his face; at least
i: was one of warmth, possibly even pleasure. I pulled the edges of the dressing-gown
:: get her again.
"Any particular sort of tea?"
"Chinese if you have it; otherwise, milk, sugar and make it strong."
With this peculiar contradiction in my mind, I turned and went back into the kitchen. He
could have Safeways. like me. I thought. But I liked strong tea too, so I let it brew until it
was wickedly dark
"Tea's up!" I called, and he came stumping into the living-room.
"Stop where you are!" I shouted. He hadn't taken his wellies off. Once this was done, I allowed him further in. We had a conversation about the practicalities of the lawn, but I was aware that he was looking deeper into me than seemed suitable for the occasion. I had been right; the electricity was even stronger now that we had seen each other, but it made me uncomfortable, too. There were beads of unwelcome perspiration forming on my forehead, and on my downy pubic hair. He continued to smile a sardonic, inscrutable smile, leaving his face in dimples.
"Well, look, as I'm up and awake now, I may as well get ready for the day. I'll leave you to your tea, while I shower and get dressed." He gazed at me very carefully.
"I can't do anything more now until the garden centres open, for me to buy the turf." This was a most unsubtle hint. I simply turned and climbed the stairs, planning to do as I had said. Suddenly, however, the back of my dressing-gown lifted, and I heard Patrick inhale deeply.
"Your cunt smells like rich, warm earth," he said. I froze. Turning to try and offer some kind of reply, I saw he had already unzipped himself and had his cock straining out of his trousers, purple and anxious. I became liquid in an instant; sat on a step and opened both my dressing-gown and my legs to him. Delicately at first, he nosed into my firy pubic bush, so abundant and soft - simply smelling and appreciating the female musks I was giving out to him. Then he took my clitoris between his teeth - gently, it was impossible to think this was some clumsy man - tugged a little, then kissed it with lips and tongue so refined that my juices poured out towards him. He began to lap like an elegantly bred cat, but soon gave way to his baser feelings and plunged his tongue into my confused, hungry cunt. I could have stayed like that that until I came - it wasn't far off. let's face it - but he reminded me that he had an erection which was pleading for attention. I placed my hands about his beautiful face, drew it up to me and kissed it, smelling my private odours on his skin as I did so. As I pulled him closer, I felt his cock nudge my leg bluntly, so I reached down to guide it - how he gasped! Had he not been handled like this recently? I steered him towards my aching cunt -1 needed him inside me now, no frills, no questions, just fucking.
His knob was large, and needed to be given the right kind of coaching to get to its target, but soon I felt it breach my muscles and hammer home. God, it was hot and hard! It filled me, stretched me with its pulsing girth, then took me several steps closer to heaven as it started to pump in and out. He sat back on his heels to watch the motion of his tight flesh sawing in and out of my glistening pussy; the sight of my juices seemed to inflame him all the more. He screwed up his face, lost all semblance of control and began ramming into me, grinding and plunging as if his life depended on it. He was grunting and gasping as he finally croaked "I'm coming! Oh fuck I'm coming!" and there followed a roar of delight and possession as he spewed his spunk into my deepest recesses. let out a yelp, “Shit!” and, a nanosecond later, his long engrossed cock gave up its bounty. And jeez did he give it up! I felt the whiplashes as his cock pushed out the wall of my vagina with three, four, five jets of spunk hitting the target, deep inside me, somewhere behind my belly button. Wow! That was good, very good! I brought my mouth down on his and we kissed, slowly, longingly, lovingly I dug my hands into his buttocks as he climaxed, pulling him even closer and plunging my tongue into the heart of his desires, until he relaxed and slumped on top of me, breathing heavily. "I think you needed that," I giggled, as I watched him flop out of my cunt and leave a sperm trail on the carpet. He said nothing. He lay there, blissed out, breathing hard. I slid off to have my shower.
Whilst I was in there, enjoying the heat of the water and the sensation of hot sperm trickling down my leg, the curtain was pulled back, and I saw Patrick just below me. He was quite naked. For the first time, I was able to appreciate just what an astonishingly beautiful body he had; though he was not the gangling Anglo-Saxon hunk I had been brought up to hope for, he was utterly, utterly perfect - bronzed, smooth, well-proportioned and strong. He hopped up into the shower with me, and as we soaped, we kissed, and caressed. By the time I was finished, I was ready to go, all over again. We dried each other, and I led him into my bedroom.
Quietly, carefully, we explored each other I licked his balls, tongued his arse and took the whole length of his cock into my throat, sucking and pulsing around him. He was ecstatic; I loved his legs and his toes, his ears and his throat; I took his buttocks into my hands and caressed them with my fingernails. I was starving for him, I needed to eat and suck his body eternally, for nothing had ever given this sense of delirium and pleasure. He lay me back carefully, and with whisperings and murmurings, used his middle finger on my clitoris. He did not ask me to climb on top of him, or perform acrobatics; he asked only that I should lie there and take what he was offering - an undiluted act of generosity. So I lay back, and let him suckle on my tits, which had grown huge under him and permitted him to play with my engorged clioris and I opened myself to him as I had to no other lover; the petals of my being peeled back and I began to ripple, ripple with the intensity of what he was attempting. As I peaked, my back arched and I cried seagull cries, and my womb pulsed like slow handclaps in the middle of me. And I knew I could love this man like no other. So I lay across him, and sucked his spunk into me. After which, we slept.
Later, he went to the garden centre, laid the turf and came back to see that it had taken. Two months later, he turned up with a small bag, saying, if it was acceptable, could he stay with me for a while?
He has been here for six months. My belly is swelling with the weight of the c***d he has put into me, and my breasts are gargantuan. He seems to love it; it all part of the natural cycle for him. Seed, flower, fruit. He will watch me as I bring this c***d into the world, and as I nourish it with the milk from my breasts; I imagine that he'd like to suck on them too, to see what it tastes like. He loves to place his hands round the lump which is my womb and help me to pump up and down on him; he senses the shape of the c***d within, knows it is his own, and loves it as he loves me. My orgasms are powerful in a way which frighten him, but he knows he has found a contact with the power of the earth that he could never have had, not even as a gardener.
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