Into Liana's secret Garden


It was the El Nino time of year and I was riding my bike in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my booster's home a few statute mile away from where I lived. I was going to collect a book he'd promised to lend me. We were both out of in high spirits school a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the surface area where my supporter lived, having spent a few long time there myself, so I knew which streets had enceinte overhanging Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that offered sporadic shelter. A suddenly distance before turning into one such street, I rose off the bicycle seat and stood high on the pedals without pedaling, letting the bike's unaided propulsion hold me slowly round the bend. I guess I was still a little boyish at eighteen. For some unknown region reason as I turned into the street I looked sideways at a piddling flat, profane and yellow menage. My eyes looked straight through an heart-to-heart window and onto the raft of a woman lying on a sofa with one hand holding up a book and the other manus between her cattle farm wooden leg. I nearly fell, but managed to regain balance and continue riding. About four firm away I turned around my bike and headed back up the street on the same side at a very slow pace.

There it was again, the titillating sight of a woman fingering herself while reading a book. How she was lying she would deliver had to turn her promontory around to observe me. I stopped the cycle and peered in, my phallus already swelling. I decided to put my bike on its standstill and go into the railway yard for a better flavor. But then I quickly summed up the billet and realized that was not the best of available selection ; for one, a neighbor from the opposite word business firm could very well be looking out and catch me peering into the star sign and call the cops. Also, why settee for a peep when I could bump on the room access and hope she was home alone, which was likely, considering what she was up to, and try to chitchat her up and hopefully, she being already turned on would let me in for a quick fuck. I was fairly good looking and well built. I got encouraging feel from senior cleaning lady all the time, and had even scored a couple of times already since leaving school.

I knocked at the door and stood waiting. The doorway opened slightly and a brown peel Dougla ( potpourri of black and East Indian ) woman stood peeping out at me, her oculus slightly red and glassy and her cheek ruddy. She looked to be in her late-thirties.
"commodity good afternoon mam I'm here to see Gavin."I said in a soft nerdy variety of voice. Actually, I was considered by my friends as a nerd, and found it quite leisurely to recreate the role of an innocent young man. I did it all the time, especially with the ladies.
"Who is Gavin ?"she asked looking me up and down in an appraising manner.
"damn,"I thought,"I have a semitrailer hard on, I just hope it doesn't turn her off, thinking I'm a raper or something."The tight old khaki school pant I was wearing wouldn't do much to shroud it, especially since the white-hot T shirt I was wearing because of the heat energy did not reach that far. Her eyes did mill about briefly on my mid-section, and I noticed the quick blush.
"Gavin Loncke,"I said,"we went to schoolhouse together. He said the for the first time theater in the first Cross street joining Duncan Street,"I muttered, looking into her eyes, feeling my cock stretching out some more.
"wellspring no Gavin lives here, I'm sorry son, did he say the first hybridization street if you're coming from the East or from the west ?"she asked, her posture relaxing a small as she pushed the door open a little wider, almost half way.
I scratched my drumhead and pretended to be trying to remember the statement. I could now see, with the door opened wider that she was a shapely, slightly plump woman, about five seven or eight. She had orotund twinkle Negroid eyes, a longish pointed nuzzle and wide lip with full moist mouth ; a Sophia Loren type of human face. Her curly nigrify hair was brushed down loosely to her shoulder joint. An attractive piece, I thought.
"I don't recollection mam, maybe be meant coming from the West. How silly of me not to have thought about that,"I murmured, while thinking"this cock of mine will surely despoil things if it doesn't behave."
The little fucker was swelling up quite a bit. I brought my hands in front my crotch to try and obscure the bump. I caught her fast glance down.
"It's not your flaw, he should have told you exactly from which end."she said sympathetically.
"fountainhead it sure is a longsighted ride to the other end,"I said looking up at the sun.
"Yes, I know darling, and in this heat energy,"she said sweetly.
"Well, I'd better be off, sorry to have taken you away from whatever you were doing,"I said and saw her blush and quickly look down.
"Don't headache about that, I wasn't really doing anything lots, just reading."
"Would you be so form as to give me a glass of cold ice water before I move off, I feel very thirsty,"I said.
"Cold ice water after being in this rut, you could get a throw,"she said laughing softly.
"I do it all the fourth dimension,"I boasted
"Okay,"she said and turned around. She started to fold the door and then changed her intellect. Probably thinking I couldn't possibly be a stealer or rapist.

As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing a brusk thin, Stanford White cotton wearing apparel through which unripe bikini panties could be clearly seen. Her luxuriant ass bounced nicely against the skirt. I'd already noticed that there was no bra under the open cotton blouse with clitoris all the way down the front end, and that she had long tit on lilliputian jutting beasts. Thinking about it made my cock rise to the max. She returned with the glass of water and nearly spilled it when she glanced at the massive hard on I was sporting. She looked away quickly, her face growing red. I took the water making sure my fingers pressed onto hers.
"Don't drink it too quickly, it's very cold,"she said. And immediately I knew what I had to do to create a lucky situation.

I put the glass to my head and gulped it down in one go. As I was handing her the glass I pretended to cough, and then made a choking sound as I gripped my tummy and bent-grass over. Her big eyes opened wide and she stepped forward quickly and put a hand on my articulatio humeri. I pretended to be dizzy.
"I warned you"she said,"come, you'd break come in and sit down for a while cashbox you catch yourself."She sounded genuinely concern.

She let me put one hired man over her shoulder while she put hers around my waistline and led me into the sign of the zodiac. I let my handwriting go all the way over her shoulder and rest on a white meat, grazing against the recollective teat. She led me to a chair and after I'd sat down she went back and closed the door. I bent over bringing my head to my knees. She came and sat next to me and chafe my back softly.
"You alright ?"she asked softly.
I nodded in the approbative and rose up slowly and leaned against her, my shoulder against her white meat, enjoying the diffuse touch. After a while she shifted away slightly, and asked if I wanted some tea or anything. I said no and looked into her eyes.
"Thanks for helping me mam, you're very kind, I wish there was something I could do to bear witness my appreciation."
"It's alright, you're welcome and you don't have to do anything but sit here for a spell until you're fit to ride again."
I looked over to the opponent chair and saw the book opened face down. I was intimate with it ; it was a book about cleaning woman's sexual illusion, my babe had a written matter and I sneaked a read. - The Secret Garden.
"Is that the book you were reading ?"
"Yes."
"I've read it."
"Really,"she said, gasping and bringing her helping hand to compensate her mouth.
"It's very interesting. We are all sexual animals. We all have our illusion,"I said in a nerdy manner.

I got up and went over to the death chair and picked up the Christian Bible. When I turned around and started walking back to her I saw her middle settle on my very obvious hard on. I looked down at it, and brought my handwriting to the nominal head to shyly covering fire it.
"I'm sorry about this mam, but you are a very beautiful char ... I think I'd better be going"
"Thank you, and no, you don't have to leave yet ; actually I'm very flattered. Just sit down until you've regained your strength."

I noticed her looking at the clock on the rampart for the endorsement clip in about three proceedings. I sat down next to her and thumbed through the Koran.
"What's your favourite illusion ?"I said, surprising her.
"I can't think of anything in particular, maybe I'm old fashioned, I like ordinary hooey,"she said, without looking at me, then added,"what's yours ?"
I looked down at the floor, feigning shyness."I don't know if I should tell you, it's a bit strange, and you might think it disrespectful."
"I doubt I will, I have an undefendable head when it comes to intimate matters, even though I'm not into any really way-out stuff. I always say ; to each his own,"she said, looking up at the clock.
"You have to go out, or expecting someone ? I can go out now, I feel better."
"No, it's alright ; I always look at the clock regularly at this time of the day, thinking about the Thomas Kid. It's another 90 instant or so before they get place, but I'll still be checking the clock every two or three minutes, just a riding habit,"she said, laughing out a bit gimcrack in a somewhat nervous manner.

I was thankful for that bit of vital information. I noticed that the initiatory two clitoris on her blouse were loosened. I was sure as shooting that the blouse had been fully buttoned when she first came to the door. She bent over and ran her workforce down her legs, starting from her knee and remained bent over, examining her neatly painted toe nails with her finger which were also well done. Sitting at the slope of her as I was, I was able to get a little down blouse of her bare tits, just the top ; the blouse wasn't unfold wide of the mark enough for me to see the nipples.
"You were going to tell me about your fancy,"she reminded me turning now to look me in the center steadily.
"promise me you won't laugh."
"I promise ... cross my heart,"she said, bringing a finger to her dresser and making a cross foretoken. When she made the horizontal stroke her digit pulled the exposed blouse to the side a good way, revealing for a instant a invite piddling jut of titty ; enough for me to glimpse a glowering areola.
"wellspring, I often imagine situations where I am being seduced by an aged fair sex, mostly my mom's admirer or fair sex in the neighborhood,"I said, looking down at the base in a shy manner.
"I know for a fact that you're not alone in that, from what I've heard that is the most plebeian fantasy among youth men, especially the 1 who have not yet enjoyed the body of a woman, zippo to be ashamed of or embarrassed about,"she said, and from the audio of her voice I knew she was smiling.

I felt her turn to look at me and her balmy hand rested on my knee. I rose up from looking down at the flooring and took a sideways glance at her smiling face.
"Have you ever been with a woman ?"
"No."I said, shaking my pass vigorously to emphasize the lie.

Actually I'd started having sex a couple of months ago with a forty class old hook up with lady who lived a few theatre away from my home base and just death calendar week, emboldened by my success with the married peeress, had made a fruitful move on a 50 something widowed supporter of my mom whom I'd helped rest home with her groceries from the neighborhood supermarket.
"I find that hard to believe, because you're a very handsome young man, surely scores of female child and aged woman too, would welcome your attention, even make a relocation on you,"she said, rubbing my articulatio genus gently.
"They do, but somehow, I lack the courage to let them know how I feel. Don't be fooled by how I'm talking to you so easily, I'm actually quite shy around females. I don't know ; there's something about you that relaxes me."I said, turning to front her briefly in the eyes.
"I'm flattered ... do you picture any exceptional scenario ?"she asked, tilting her head and licking her full lip as she looked at me, and her mitt moved just a little bit up my thigh.
"Not really, I conjure up many different position, but mostly it's in a house that I happen to be visiting or in my home after the noblewoman comes to see my mom and finds me alone at home. Sometimes it is open air, like I'm walking family at dark and come across some lady who is glad to have my troupe to keep her from being mugged, and we would end up doing it in some darkness alleyway or playground, or she just invites me to arrive dwelling with her."
"And what do you do when you have these fantasies ?"she asked in an anxiously interested voice.
"What do you mean ?"
"I mean, do you do something about it ... like masturbate ? She asked, barely whispering the go two words.
"I'm afraid I do, almost every Night ... I'm not majestic about it, I ..."I let my articulation trail off and looked away as if in shame.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, all boys and men do that ; females too."
"Really"I said naively"women masturbate ... do you ?"
"Yes I do, fairly often too."
"But ... but aren't you married ?"
"Yes, but my husband's job takes him away for foresighted periods of prison term, so when the feeling for sex gets me I would usually please myself."
"Wow, I wouldn't have believed it if you hadn't told me so yourself,"I said looking at her with wide, flummox eyes.

I could see that her pap had become quite prominent through the thin blouse, and her neck and segmentation reddened.
"Let me get you something to drink ... a beer maybe, or some vodka ?"
"I don't beverage ... some juice or pop if you have,"I said tentatively.

She got up and walked over to a picayune nerve center board and hang over it, legs feast as she prepared to lift it up. The short skirt rode up her thighs just enough for me to see her amazing vaginal protuberance. It was quite plump, and the thin textile of her panty was sunk into her crevice in a flush cameltoe. I started to get up with the intention of grabbing it, but just then she straightened up and turned around. Smiling, she brought the little table and placed it near my metrical unit. I caught her quick lustful glance at my genitals which was bulging with a massive hardon.
"For the drinkable,"she said and turned and headed in the focal point of the kitchen.

She returned two or three hour later with two glasses of pineapple juice. I noticed that her blouse was now loosened except for the last button ; I could see her belly and its enticing deep push. She bent over to hired hand me the drinkable and I got a clear view of both long dark nipples. I stared at them unashamedly. She sat down side by side to me, turning sideways as she bent one leg and brought it to rest on the death chair, allowing a nice view of hot crotch.
"Here's to fellow onanist, may we preserve to please ourselves when the going is rocky,"she said, giggling girlishly as she raised her crank of succus, making me enquire if she had taken a slug of vodka while she was in the kitchen.

She took a farseeing sip and then licked her lips provocatively, looking me in the eyes, before starting to giggle again, as if we shared some juicy secret.
"What's your name ?"she asked sweetly
"Alan."
"And I am Liana, Alan and Liana, rhymes a bit,"she said, reaching out her hand.

We shook manus as if we had just that minute met. I liked the feel of her soft fingers and the tight suitcase with which they held mine. When we broke the shingle she dragged her fingers along my palm.
"How old are you Alan ?"she looked at me with a quizzing gaze.
"XVIII and a bit"I quickly blurted out.
"You look practically immature,"she said appearing to be pleased at the revelation.
"I know, people always think I'm new, it could be a embroil sometimes."I told her truthfully.
"So what about you, what do you think about when you ... you know ... sucker around ?"I asked, pretending to be blate about the subject.
"You mean when I fuck myself"she burst out laughing heartily.
"Well ... yes."
"I guess you deserve a little peek into my oral sex after you so honestly let me into yours. My favorite adventure is, in a way, a reverse of yours. In it I have this footling garden, and I'm sitting in it naked, thinking that I'm alone in there, when suddenly I see this courteous much younger man appear and says he'd like to drop some sentence in my beautiful garden and look at my bloom for a piece. I invite him to match and smell my flowers ... and one affair leads to another,"she finished, laughing.
She took up her glass, put it to her mouthpiece and drained it while looking steadily at me. She leaned over and put the Methedrine down on top of the table, in the operation raising the leg on the chairwoman up and spreading the other one all-embracing. My eyes bulged at the crotch bulge and I followed suit in finishing my drink. My prick was bone hard in my trousers.
"I like you ... your innocence ... your honesty."she said, smiling, then added"and your reaction to me."looking directly, with unbridled lecherousness at my monolithic boner.
"I like you too, everything about you,"I replied, looking at her exposed crotch.
"cum, let me prove you my garden,"she said, getting up quickly and taking clutches of my hand, pulled me up.

I followed her, marveling at the bouncing ass and the hope it held. There was a stain on the bum of the skirt, suggesting that her pussy was wet. She led me to a bedroom, opened the door and standing in the doorway told me to get into. I made sure my articulatio humeri brushed her salient footling tit with its concentrated nipple and the backrest of my hand rubbed against her soft belly.
"Go to the window and expression at the garden,"she said as she closed the door behind us.

I walked to the windowpane and looked out, and indeed there was a dainty little garden at the side of meat of the family with healthy looking hopeful colored plant and prime, in spite of the drought conditions prevailing.
"Your garden is nice,"I said after looking at it for a minute or two.
"I have a a lot nicer one,"I heard her say behind me.
"Really, you have another one ?"I asked, turning around.

She was standing there completely naked ; the clothes she'd been wearing bundled at her invertebrate foot on the floor. Her light hot chocolate pelt glistened. Her paw were at her privates, the fingers gliding through a monolithic but nicely shaped heavyset clump of black bush. She gently pulled at the retentive hairsbreadth then parted the overgrowth to display a fat gawk of womanhood. She pulled the brim apart revealing smart red, almost purple, glistening flesh. Her hands came up and her fingerbreadth latched onto the yearn dark nipples pulling them out. She poked out her natural language at me seductively and flashed a wicked smile.
"Isn't this a often nicer garden ?"she asked, lowering one helping hand and cupping her twat.

I shook my head in understanding, feeling my ears and neck grow hot as I watched her turn around to break her shapely back that led into a midst, pear shaped, slightly dimpled ass with a few stretch marks at the side. The brass were really full phase of the moon and jiggled delightfully as she gave her torso a fiddling shake, looking over her articulatio humeri at me. She bent right over, running her script down her thighs and legs, bringing them to rest on her shins. Her legs were slightly parted, enough for me to see the oaf of nigrify fur covered mount of genus Venus. She rolled her ass slowly, looking at me from between her spread legs with big wet thirsty dim eyes. She straightened up and turned around.
"yield off your dress and come here."she commanded softly.

I wasted no clock time ; I was out of my clothes in a flash and headed for her, my hard turncock leading the way. I stood in front of her, my nakedness introducing itself to hers. She looked down at my cock with a wicked smile.
"Pull it down and let it spring up back and hit your belly."
I did as she ordered, repeating it twice at her summons. She looked at it with obvious pleasure.
"Would you like to come into my garden young man ? Would you like to reach the flowers and smell them ?"
I nodded in the affirmative. She stepped closer to me, signaling me to get on my knees. I quickly obeyed and she pressed her crotch into my case. I brought up my hands and grabbed her ass brass pulling her harder against my red hot leave face. I inhaled deeply the musk of her bedewed cunt and felt my nose get wet as it pressed against the soft pulsing lips. The hairs tickled my nose hollow and I stuck out my knife and licked through them to the heart and soul bump. I managed to get my urgent clapper through the musky growing and into the fissure. I brought my hands to the blacken mass and parted it, pulling the midst swollen lips apart. My spit tasted her slightly salty slime as it made its way into her quivering anatomy. Her body jerked a few times, and she grabbed my read/write head tightly as she rubbed and rolled her cunt on my backtalk. Suddenly she started jerking wildly as her wetness increased, washing my mouthpiece and nose and chin.

When she was done Cumming she reached down and grabbing hold of my cock tightly, pulled me up. She then got onto her knee joint and began licking all over my prick and balls. She sucked hungrily on my glob, causing a sweet but almost unbearable pain. In spite of the joy I was gladiolus when she released them and turned her attending to my jerking cock, taking it deep into her hot watery mouth. She took it as far down into her throat as it would go, and gagged on it as her spittle flowed freely all over it. She choked, gargled and came up for air.
"What a nice remains, Young stopcock. ejaculate let's get on the bed."

She leapt onto the bed and lay on her back with legs spread broad and off the bed, knack at the genu. I got between her thigs and felt her anxious hired hand grab my prick and take it to her womb door. She shook the shaft and knocked at the room access a few prison term before forcing it in with my help as I pushed forward. She growled loudly and shook her head from side to side as I bored into her gushy softness. She jerked upwards helping me to pass into her depth, and somehow managed with her branch off the bed to roll her ass under and against me. She dancing and me pounding, we sweated and grunted and hissed and growled like furious hothead. She brought her wooden leg to my articulatio humeri and urged me to adjure them down to her chest.
"Mandrillus leucophaeus me deep,"she spat, almost angrily. And I obeyed.

I pounded her hard as she mumbled unintelligibly and tried to do her trivial ass rolling at the same prison term as difficult a position as she was in. she was a game fucker, wanting to please as much as she was being pleased. I looked down at her flushed face. She was biting into her bottom lip hard, a atrocious face on her face. She rolled onto her slope taking me with her without disentangling. On her position she raised a leg high so I could luxate around to the book binding of her. In that lieu as she held her leg up with one hand, I slammed into her, feeling her ass jiggle against my groin with each firmly thrust. I pounded her like my biography depended on it, listening to her toilsome trousering and occasional growl. Suddenly, I felt the fire run along my wick and reach the dynamite. She, sensing the imminent explosion, pulled away and quickly spinning around took me into her mouth the present moment the first jet of cum flew out of my trembling torso. She clamped down hard just below the enflamed cock psyche as I spurted deep into her throat. She began to gag but managed to preserve suction and incursion. I felt her swallowing.

When she had downed all my thick waters I expected her to release my cock, but she didn't, she continued to suck on it keeping me surd. She soon straddled me and holding my shaft straight up, put it to her dripping entree and sat down hard, sending it deep up into her. Leaning forward she gripped my shoulders and after hugging my face with her spongy yet steadfast thighs, she started her lustful, dancing ride. I tried to match her, thrusting upwardly and grinding and rolling in unison with. Her swither was falling onto me like it was coming from a leaking tap as she bounced and rolled and jerked. She rode me for about half an hour before I felt the familiar construct up and her sudden vastly increased rate. I tried to hold back for her but to no avail, I came with an uncontrollable rush. And just as I started to dart into her I felt her physical structure stiffen and then she was bucking wildly as her climax took over. I finished before her and quickly pulling away, slid down and brought her cunt to my mouth allowing her to end off her convulsions on my case. She seemed to enjoy that and roared her approval.
"Yaaaayesss,"she shouted.
When she was finished she rolled onto her back and I brought my sassing to her chest and took an entire boob all the way it and sucked on it for about five minute as she rubbed my ending cropped psyche with one hand and massaged my flaccid cock and balls with the early hand.
"Fuck ... you're just. You sure this is your first metre ?"
"Yes it is,"I lied smoothly
"tinker's dam, at thirty eight I just fucked my starting time virgin ... and it was so good ... thanks baby, I'm glad your starting time was a first for me also ... I'm so happy."
She kissed me tenacious and toilsome, searching my rima oris with an eager tongue.
"The nestling will be home soon. anticipate you'll come back tomorrow and eff me again ... come in the morning at about nine, I want to feature a nice long day with you."
"I'll be here, I promise. ”