Into Liana's Secret Garden


It was the El Nino season and I was riding my wheel in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my friend's house a few miles away from where I lived. I was going to amass a record book he'd promised to bestow me. We were both out of high gear school a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the region where my friend lived, having spent a few days there myself, so I knew which streets had prominent overhanging trees that offered sporadic shelter. A short-circuit distance before turning into one such street, I rose off the saddle and stood high on the foot pedal without pedaling, letting the bicycle's unaided propulsion take me slowly round the bending. I guess I was still a minuscule boyish at 18. For some unsung reason as I turned into the street I looked sideways at a little mat, drab and jaundiced sign. My eyes looked straight through an open window and onto the mass of a fair sex lying on a sofa with one handwriting holding up a Word and the other hired hand between her spread legs. I nearly fell, but managed to regain symmetry and continue riding. About four firm away I turned around my cycle and headed back up the street on the same face at a very slow pace.

There it was again, the titillating sight of a womanhood fingering herself while reading a playscript. How she was lying she would have had to rick her psyche around to notice me. I stopped the bike and peered in, my phallus already swelling. I decided to put my bike on its point of view and go into the 1000 for a better face. But then I quickly summed up the situation and realized that was not the best of available options ; for one, a neighbor from the opposite mansion could very well be looking out and catch me peering into the house and predict the cops. Also, why settle for a peek when I could knock on the door and hope she was home alone, which was likely, considering what she was up to, and try to chat her up and hopefully, she being already turned on would let me in for a flying fuck. I was fairly skilful looking and well built. I got encouraging looks from older charwoman all the time, and had even scored a couple of times already since leaving school.

I knocked at the door and stood waiting. The door opened slightly and a brown cutis Dougla ( motley of grim and E American-Indian language ) woman stood peeping out at me, her eyes slightly red and glassy and her face ruddy. She looked to be in her late-thirties.
"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 easy to play the theatrical role of an innocent youth 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 semi hard on, I just hope it doesn't turn her off, thinking I'm a rapist or something."The tight old khaki shoal pant I was wearing wouldn't do much to hide it, especially since the white T shirt I was wearing because of the heat did not reach out that far. Her eyes did loaf briefly on my mid-section, and I noticed the ready blush.
"Gavin Loncke,"I said,"we went to school together. He said the first business firm in the first cross street joining Duncan Street,"I muttered, looking into her oculus, feeling my cock stretching out some more.
"Well no Gavin lives here, I'm sorry son, did he say the number 1 cross street if you're coming from the East or from the west ?"she asked, her strength relaxing a little as she pushed the threshold open a piddling wider, almost one-half way.
I scratched my head and pretended to be trying to remember the instructions. I could now see, with the doorway opened wider that she was a shapely, slightly fatten woman, about five seven or eight. She had magnanimous effervesce pitch blackness oculus, a longish pointed scent and all-embracing mouth with full moist sass ; a Sophia Sophia Loren case of expression. Her curly black hair was brushed down loosely to her shoulders. An attractive patch, I thought.
"I don't recall mam, maybe be meant coming from the Rebecca West. How silly of me not to possess thought about that,"I murmured, while thinking"this putz of mine will surely fluff thing if it doesn't behave."
The picayune fucker was swelling up quite a bit. I brought my hands in movement my crotch to try and hide the gibbousness. I caught her speedy glance down.
"It's not your mistake, he should have told you exactly from which end."she said sympathetically.
"well it sure is a long ride to the other end,"I said looking up at the sun.
"Yes, I know darling, and in this heat,"she said sweetly.
"fountainhead, I'd just be off, sorry to ingest taken you away from whatever you were doing,"I said and saw her blush and quickly appear down.
"Don't worry about that, I wasn't really doing anything much, just reading."
"Would you be so kind as to pass me a glass of cold ice pee before I move off, I feel very athirst,"I said.
"low temperature ice weewee after being in this heat, you could get a separatrix,"she said laughing softly.
"I do it all the prison term,"I boasted
"okay,"she said and turned around. She started to close the door and then changed her psyche. Probably thinking I couldn't possibly be a thief or rapist.

As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing a short thin, gabardine cotton dress through which green two-piece panties could be clearly seen. Her lush ass bounced nicely against the chick. I'd already noticed that there was no bra under the liberate cotton blouse with buttons all the way down the front, and that she had tenacious nipples on flyspeck projection 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 fashioning certainly my fingers pressed onto hers.
"Don't fuddle it too quickly, it's very stale,"she said. And immediately I knew what I had to do to create a favourable post.

I put the Methedrine 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 strait as I gripped my tummy and bent over. Her big eyes opened wide-cut and she stepped forward quickly and put a hand on my shoulder joint. I pretended to be dizzy.
"I warned you"she said,"come, you'd better ejaculate in and sit down for a while till you catch yourself."She sounded genuinely disturbed.

She let me put one hand over her shoulder while she put hers around my waistline and led me into the business firm. I let my hand go all the way over her shoulder and relaxation on a titty, grazing against the tenacious nipple. She led me to a chairwoman and after I'd sat down she went back and closed the door. I bent over bringing my heading to my genu. She came and sat side by side to me and rubbed my back softly.
"You alright ?"she asked softly.
I nodded in the approving and rose up slowly and leaned against her, my shoulder against her knocker, enjoying the cushy touch. After a spell 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 variety, I wish there was something I could do to show my appreciation."
"It's alright, you're welcome and you don't have to do anything but sit here for a patch until you're fit to ride again."
I looked over to the face-to-face chair and saw the ledger opened face down. I was familiar with it ; it was a book about fair sex's intimate fantasies, my sis had a copy and I sneaked a read. - The arcanum Garden.
"Is that the book you were reading ?"
"Yes."
"I've translate it."
"Really,"she said, gasping and bringing her hired man to extend her mouth.
"It's very interesting. We are all intimate fauna. We all have our fantasy,"I said in a nerdy mode.

I got up and went over to the chair and picked up the book. When I turned around and started walking back to her I saw her center settle on my very obvious hard on. I looked down at it, and brought my deal to the front to shyly masking it.
"I'm sorry about this mam, but you are a very beautiful charwoman ... I think I'd good be going"
"Thank you, and no, you don't have to leave yet ; actually I'm very flatter. Just sit down until you've regained your strength."

I noticed her looking at the clock on the paries for the mo time in about three arcminute. I sat down next to her and thumbed through the book.
"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 stuff,"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 unusual, and you might call up it disrespectful."
"I doubt I will, I have an open judgement when it comes to sexual subject, even though I'm not into any really far-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 bequeath now, I feel better."
"No, it's alright ; I always look at the clock regularly at this clip of the day, thinking about the nestling. It's another ninety minutes or so before they get home, but I'll still be checking the clock every two or three minutes, just a habit,"she said, laughing out a bit aloud in a somewhat anxious manner.

I was grateful for that bit of critical information. I noticed that the first two clitoris on her blouse were loosened. I was trusted that the blouse had been fully buttoned when she first came to the door. She bent over and ran her hands down her legs, starting from her knee and remained bent-grass over, examining her neatly painted toe nails with her fingers which were also well done. Sitting at the English 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 undecided wide of the mark enough for me to see the nipples.
"You were going to tell me about your illusion,"she reminded me turning now to look me in the optic steadily.
"Promise me you won't laugh."
"I promise ... crossing my heart,"she said, bringing a finger to her chest of drawers and making a cross mark. When she made the horizontal stroke her fingerbreadth pulled the outdoors blouse to the side of meat a unspoiled way, revealing for a second a tempting little bump of breast ; enough for me to glimpse a nighttime areola.
"Well, I often imagine situations where I am being seduced by an sr. woman, mostly my mom's Quaker or cleaning woman in the neighbourhood,"I said, looking down at the floor 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 common fantasy among Loretta Young men, especially the ones who have not yet enjoyed the body of a cleaning lady, nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about,"she said, and from the speech sound of her voice I knew she was smiling.

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

Actually I'd started having sex a distich of calendar month ago with a forty yr old espouse gentlewoman who lived a few houses away from my home and just net calendar week, emboldened by my success with the married gentlewoman, had made a fruitful move on a fifty something widowed Friend of my mom whom I'd helped house with her groceries from the neighborhood supermarket.
"I find that hard to believe, because you're a very handsome young man, surely lots of girlfriend and former women too, would welcome your tending, even get a move on you,"she said, rubbing my knee gently.
"They do, but somehow, I lack the courage to let them roll in the hay how I feel. Don't be fooled by how I'm talking to you so easily, I'm actually quite shy around female person. I don't know ; there's something about you that relaxes me."I said, turning to appear her briefly in the eyes.
"I'm flattered ... do you see any detail scenario ?"she asked, tilting her fountainhead and licking her full back talk as she looked at me, and her hand moved just a fiddling bit up my thigh.
"Not really, I conjure up many different situations, but mostly it's in a sign of the zodiac that I happen to be visiting or in my home after the lady comes to see my mom and finds me alone at abode. Sometimes it is open air, like I'm walking home at dark and foregather some lady who is glad to have my company to preclude her from being mugged, and we would end up doing it in some dark alley or vacation spot, or she just invites me to hail dwelling house with her."
"And what do you do when you have these fantasies ?"she asked in an anxiously interested voice.
"What do you entail ?"
"I mean, do you do something about it ... like masturbate ? She asked, barely whispering the last two words.
"I'm afraid I do, almost every night ... I'm not proud about it, I ..."I let my spokesperson lead off and looked away as if in shame.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of, all boys and men do that ; female person 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 foresightful periods of time, so when the feeling for sex gets me I would usually delight myself."
"Wow, I wouldn't have believed it if you hadn't told me so yourself,"I said looking at her with wide, beat eyes.

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

She got up and walked over to a little core table and bent over it, legs spread as she prepared to rescind it up. The forgetful skirt rode up her thighs just enough for me to see her vex vaginal extrusion. It was quite plank, and the thin textile of her panty was sunk into her fissure in a blossom 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 piffling tabularize and placed it near my feet. I caught her speedy lustful glance at my genital organ which was bulging with a massive hardon.
"For the drinks,"she said and turned and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

She returned two or three minutes later with two shabu of pineapple juice. I noticed that her blouse was now loosened except for the last clit ; I could see her belly and its enticing deep button. She bent over to hired man me the drinkable and I got a clear panorama of both long dark mammilla. I stared at them unashamedly. She sat down adjacent to me, turning sideways as she bent one leg and brought it to rest on the chairwoman, allowing a skillful panorama of hot crotch.
"Here's to fellow masturbator, may we go on to delight ourselves when the going is harsh,"she said, giggling girlishly as she raised her field glass of juice, making me wonder if she had taken a bullet of vodka while she was in the kitchen.

She took a long 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 epithet ?"she asked sweetly
"Alan."
"And I am Liana, Alan and Liana, rhymes a bit,"she said, reaching out her hand.

We shook hands as if we had just that minute met. I liked the feel of her soft fingers and the cockeyed travelling bag with which they held mine. When we broke the shake she dragged her finger along my palm.
"How old are you Alan ?"she looked at me with a quizzing gaze.
"eighteen and a bit"I quickly blurted out.
"You look often immature,"she said appearing to be pleased at the revelation.
"I know, hoi polloi always think I'm jr., it could be a drag sometimes."I told her truthfully.
"So what about you, what do you think about when you ... you know ... fool around ?"I asked, pretending to be bashful about the subject.
"You mean when I fuck myself"she burst out laughing heartily.
"Well ... yes."
"I guess you deserve a trivial peek into my head after you so honestly let me into yours. My deary adventure is, in a way, a opposite of yours. In it I have this little garden, and I'm sitting in it naked, thinking that I'm alone in there, when suddenly I see this nice much younger man appear and says he'd like to spend some clip in my beautiful garden and flavour at my flowers for a piece. I invite him to touch and smell my flowers ... and one affair leads to another,"she finished, laughing.
She took up her glass, put it to her mouth and drained it while looking steadily at me. She leaned over and put the methamphetamine down on top of the table, in the process raising the leg on the chair up and spreading the other one wide. My eyes bulged at the fork bulge and I followed suit in finishing my drink. My cock was bone heavy in my trousers.
"I like you ... your pureness ... your honesty."she said, smiling, then added"and your reaction to me."looking directly, with unbridle luxuria at my massive boner.
"I like you too, everything about you,"I replied, looking at her exposed crotch.
"Come, let me express you my garden,"she said, getting up quickly and taking hold of my hand, pulled me up.

I followed her, marveling at the bouncing ass and the hope it held. There was a smear on the seat of the skirt, suggesting that her snatch was wet. She led me to a sleeping accommodation, opened the doorway and standing in the doorway told me to enter. I made certainly my shoulder brushed her prominent little tit with its hard tit and the vertebral column of my script rubbed against her soft belly.
"Go to the window and spirit at the garden,"she said as she closed the doorway behind us.

I walked to the window and looked out, and indeed there was a dainty picayune garden at the side of the star sign with healthy looking lustrous colored plant life and efflorescence, in spite of the drouth shape prevailing.
"Your garden is prissy,"I said after looking at it for a bit or two.
"I have a practically nicer one,"I heard her say behind me.
"Really, you have another one ?"I asked, turning around.

She was standing there completely naked ; the wearing apparel she'd been wearing bundled at her feet on the flooring. Her calorie-free chocolate cutis glistened. Her hands were at her privates, the finger gliding through a massive but nicely shaped buddy-buddy clump of nigrify pubic hair. She gently pulled at the long fuzz then parted the overgrowth to expose a fat lump of womanhood. She pulled the lips apart revealing hopeful red, almost purple, glistening material body. Her hand came up and her fingers latched onto the long dark mammilla pulling them out. She poked out her tongue at me seductively and flashed a wicked smile.
"Isn't this a a lot nicer garden ?"she asked, lowering one manus and cupping her pussy.

I shook my head in agreement, feeling my ears and neck grow hot as I watched her turn around to reveal her shapely back that led into a thick, Pyrus communis shaped, slightly dimpled ass with a few stretch marks at the side. The cheeks were really full and jiggled delightfully as she gave her body a small shingle, looking over her shoulder joint at me. She bent right over, running her mitt down her thigh and pegleg, bringing them to rest on her shin bone. Her pegleg were slightly parted, enough for me to see the goon of black fur covered mount of Venus. She rolled her ass slowly, looking at me from between her spreadhead pegleg with big wet hungry blackamoor eyes. She straightened up and turned around.
"yield off your clothes and come here."she commanded softly.

I wasted no time ; I was out of my clothes in a flash lamp and headed for her, my hard cock leading the way. I stood in front of her, my nudity introducing itself to hers. She looked down at my shaft with a loathly smile.
"Pull it down and let it bounce up back and hit your belly."
I did as she ordered, repeating it twice at her bidding. She looked at it with obvious pleasure.
"Would you like to come into my garden young man ? Would you like to touch the flush and smell them ?"
I nodded in the affirmative. She stepped cheeseparing to me, signaling me to get on my knees. I quickly obeyed and she pressed her genitals into my look. I brought up my deal and grabbed her ass impudence pulling her harder against my red hot willing face. I inhaled deeply the musk of her bedewed snatch and felt my intrude get wet as it pressed against the easygoing pulsing back talk. The whisker tickled my nose hollow and I stuck out my knife and licked through them to the core swelling. I managed to get my pressing clapper through the musky growth and into the cleft. I brought my hands to the nigrify mass and parted it, pulling the thick swollen lips apart. My tongue tasted her slightly salty slime as it made its way into her quivering flesh. Her body jerked a few clock time, and she grabbed my head tightly as she rubbed and rolled her pussy on my backtalk. Suddenly she started jerking wildly as her wetness increased, washing my mouth and nose and chin.

When she was done Cumming she reached down and grabbing cargo deck of my cock tightly, pulled me up. She then got onto her knees and began licking all over my shaft and balls. She sucked hungrily on my balls, causing a dessert but almost unendurable pain. In spite of the pleasure I was glad 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 saliva flowed freely all over it. She choked, gargled and came up for air.
"What a squeamish stiff, young cock. Come let's get on the bed."

She leapt onto the bed and lay on her back with legs spread wide and off the bed, bent at the knees. I got between her thigs and felt her anxious hand grab my cock and direct it to her womb threshold. She shook the cock and knocked at the door a few times before forcing it in with my assistance as I pushed forward. She growled loudly and escape from her drumhead from side to side as I bored into her gushy gentleness. She jerked upwards helping me to go under into her depth, and somehow managed with her wooden leg 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 enraged lunatics. She brought her legs to my shoulders and urged me to press them down to her chest.
"practice me cryptical,"she spat, almost angrily. And I obeyed.

I pounded her hard as she mumbled unintelligibly and tried to do her little ass rolling at the like time as difficult a position as she was in. she was a game fucker, wanting to delight as a good deal as she was being pleased. I looked down at her reddened face. She was biting into her keister lip hard, a awful face on her face. She rolled onto her side taking me with her without disentangling. On her position she raised a leg high so I could slip around to the back of her. In that position as she held her leg up with one helping hand, I slammed into her, feeling her ass jiggle against my jetty with each hard thrust. I pounded her like my living depended on it, listening to her sonorous panting and occasional growl. Suddenly, I felt the fire run along my taper and hand the dynamite. She, sensing the impendent explosion, pulled away and quickly spinning around took me into her mouth the consequence the first jet of cum flew out of my trembling body. She clamped down hard just below the enflamed stopcock top dog as I spurted deep into her pharynx. She began to gag but managed to exert sucking and penetration. I felt her swallowing.

When she had downed all my midst waters I expected her to release my cock, but she didn't, she continued to take in on it keeping me heavily. She soon straddled me and holding my putz straight up, put it to her dripping entrance and sat down hard, sending it deep up into her. Leaning forward she gripped my shoulder and after hugging my face with her spongy yet stiff thighs, she started her lustful, dancing ride. I tried to match her, thrusting upward and abrasion and rolling in unison with. Her sweat 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 build up and her sudden vastly increased pace. I tried to entertain back for her but to no avail, I came with an uncontrollable rush. And just as I started to shoot into her I felt her body stiffen and then she was bucking wildly as her orgasm took over. I finished before her and quickly pulling away, slid down and brought her pussy to my backtalk allowing her to end up off her convulsions on my font. She seemed to enjoy that and roared her approval.
"Yaaaayesss,"she shouted.
When she was finished she rolled onto her spine and I brought my lip to her chest and took an entire breast all the way it and sucked on it for about five hour as she rubbed my close cropped head with one paw and massaged my flaccid shaft and egg with the early hand.
"Fuck ... you're good. You sure this is your 1st time ?"
"Yes it is,"I lied smoothly
"Damn, at thirty eight I just fucked my first-class honours degree Virgo ... and it was so proficient ... thanks baby, I'm glad your first was a 1st for me also ... I'm so happy."
She kissed me long and strong, searching my mouthpiece with an eager tongue.
"The kids will be home soon. predict you'll come back tomorrow and fuck me again ... come in the forenoon at about nine, I want to have a nice retentive day with you."
"I'll be here, I promise. ”