Into Liana's secret Garden


It was the El Nino time of year and I was riding my bicycle in blazing after mid-day sun, heading for my friend's house a few nautical mile away from where I lived. I was going to compile a book he'd promised to contribute me. We were both out of high-pitched school a year now, and still job hunting. I was familiar with the area where my admirer lived, having spent a few years there myself, so I knew which streets had enceinte overhanging trees that offered sporadic shelter. A short length before turning into one such street, I rose off the saddle and stood high on the pedal without pedaling, letting the bike's unaided propulsion take me slowly round the Bend. I guess I was still a niggling boyish at eighteen. For some unknown cause as I turned into the street I looked sideways at a minuscule matted, gloomy and yellow-bellied house. My oculus looked straight through an spread window and onto the sight of a woman lying on a couch with one mitt holding up a book and the former mitt between her spread legs. I nearly fell, but managed to retrieve Libra the Balance and continue riding. About four mansion away I turned around my bike and headed back up the street on the Saami side at a very dumb pace.

There it was again, the titillating sight of a cleaning lady fingering herself while reading a book. How she was lying she would have had to grow her drumhead around to detect me. I stopped the bike and peered in, my member already swelling. I decided to put my bike on its standstill and go into the curtilage for a improve look. But then I quickly summed up the spot and realized that was not the skilful of usable alternative ; for one, a neighbor from the face-to-face house could very well be looking out and fascinate me peering into the house and squall the cops. Also, why settee for a peep when I could pick apart on the door and Leslie Townes 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 quickly piece of ass. I was fairly thoroughly looking and well built. I got encouraging looks from elder women all the time, and had even scored a couple of metre already since leaving school.

I knocked at the threshold and stood waiting. The doorway opened slightly and a John Brown skin Dougla ( intermixture of blackamoor and due east Indian ) cleaning lady stood peeping out at me, her eyes slightly red and glassy and her font ruddy. She looked to be in her late-thirties.
"goodness afternoon mam I'm here to see Gavin."I said in a balmy nerdy variety of voice. Actually, I was considered by my friends as a nerd, and found it quite slow to act the part of an clean-handed 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.
"tinker's damn,"I thought,"I have a semi hard on, I just hope it doesn't turn her off, thinking I'm a raper or something."The compressed old khaki school trousers 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 get hold of that far. Her eye did lurk briefly on my mid-section, and I noticed the quickly blush.
"Gavin Loncke,"I said,"we went to school together. He said the first house in the first cross street joining Duncan Street,"I muttered, looking into her eyes, feeling my dick stretching out some more.
"Well no Gavin lives here, I'm sorry son, did he say the first mark street if you're coming from the East or from the west ?"she asked, her strength relaxing a little as she pushed the doorway give a minuscule wider, almost half way.
I scratched my headspring and pretended to be trying to remember the instructions. I could now see, with the door opened wider that she was a shapely, slightly plump charwoman, about five seven or eight. She had magnanimous sparkling black eyes, a longish pointed nose and wide mouth with full moist back talk ; a Sophia Sophia Loren type of boldness. Her curly black haircloth was brushed down loosely to her shoulders. An attractive piece of music, I thought.
"I don't recall mam, maybe be meant coming from the western United States. How silly of me not to have thought about that,"I murmured, while thinking"this cock of mine will surely spoil things if it doesn't behave."
The fiddling fucker was swelling up quite a bit. I brought my hands in front my crotch to try and conceal the extrusion. I caught her quick coup d'oeil down.
"It's not your defect, he should have told you exactly from which end."she said sympathetically.
"wellspring it sure is a long ride to the other end,"I said looking up at the sun.
"Yes, I know darling, and in this passion,"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 rosiness and quickly look down.
"Don't worry about that, I wasn't really doing anything a good deal, just reading."
"Would you be so kind as to hold me a methamphetamine hydrochloride of cold ice weewee before I move off, I feel very athirst,"I said.
"coldness ice water after being in this heat, you could get a stroke,"she said laughing softly.
"I do it all the clip,"I boasted
"Okay,"she said and turned around. She started to close up the doorway and then changed her mind. Probably thinking I couldn't possibly be a stealer or rapist.

As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing a brusque thin, white cotton dress through which Green River two-piece scanty could be clearly seen. Her lush ass bounced nicely against the dame. I'd already noticed that there was no bra under the on the loose cotton fiber blouse with clit all the way down the movement, and that she had yearn nipples on tiny jutting beasts. Thinking about it made my cock rise to the max. She returned with the glass of water system 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 certain my finger's breadth 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 favourable situation.

I put the meth to my headland 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 belly and bent grass over. Her big optic opened wide and she stepped forward quickly and put a hired man on my shoulder. I pretended to be dizzy.
"I warned you"she said,"come, you'd better semen in and sit down for a while till you catch yourself."She sounded genuinely worried.

She let me put one hand over her shoulder joint while she put hers around my waist and led me into the house. I let my hand go all the way over her shoulder and rest on a chest, grazing against the retentive nipple. She led me to a chairman and after I'd sat down she went back and closed the door. I bent over bringing my pass to my knees. She came and sat next to me and scratch my back softly.
"You alright ?"she asked softly.
I nodded in the affirmative and rose up slowly and leaned against her, my shoulder joint against her breast, enjoying the flaccid tinge. 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 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 contrary chair and saw the book opened face down. I was familiar with it ; it was a ledger about cleaning woman's sexual fancy, my sister had a copy and I sneaked a read. - The Secret Garden.
"Is that the Word of God you were reading ?"
"Yes."
"I've show it."
"Really,"she said, gasping and bringing her helping hand to cover her mouth.
"It's very interesting. We are all sexual brute. We all have our fantasies,"I said in a nerdy manner.

I got up and went over to the chair and picked up the Word of God. When I turned around and started walking back to her I saw her optic square up on my very obvious hard on. I looked down at it, and brought my hand to the social movement to shyly masking it.
"I'm sorry about this mam, but you are a very beautiful woman ... I think I'd better be going"
"Thank you, and no, you don't have to allow for yet ; actually I'm very flattered. Just sit down until you've regained your strength."

I noticed her looking at the clock on the wall for the minute metre in about three minutes. I sat down adjacent to her and thumbed through the book.
"What's your favourite fantasy ?"I said, surprising her.
"I can't think of anything in particular, maybe I'm old fashioned, I like ordinary clobber,"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 think it disrespectful."
"I doubt I will, I have an out-of-doors mind when it comes to sexual matter, even though I'm not into any really frizzly 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 leave now, I feel better."
"No, it's alright ; I always look at the clock regularly at this sentence of the day, thinking about the shaver. It's another 90 minutes or so before they get home, but I'll still be checking the clock every two or three transactions, just a use,"she said, laughing out a bit brassy in a somewhat aflutter manner.

I was grateful for that bit of vital selective information. I noticed that the first two release on her blouse were loosened. I was sure 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 over, examining her neatly painted toe nails with her digit which were also well done. Sitting at the side of her as I was, I was capable to get a lilliputian down blouse of her bare boob, just the top ; the blouse wasn't undefendable wide 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 eyes steadily.
"Promise me you won't laugh."
"I promise ... cross my heart,"she said, bringing a finger to her chest and making a cross foretoken. When she made the horizontal stroke her fingers pulled the give blouse to the side a trade good way, revealing for a moment a entice footling protuberance of breast ; enough for me to glimpse a dark areola.
"well, I often imagine position where I am being seduced by an older cleaning woman, mostly my mom's friends or adult female in the neighborhood,"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 plebeian fantasy among offspring men, especially the I who have not yet enjoyed the organic structure of a woman, cipher to be ashamed of or embarrassed about,"she said, and from the sound of her vocalism I knew she was smiling.

I felt her bout to search at me and her soft hand rested on my knee joint. I rose up from looking down at the level and took a sideways glance at her smiling nerve.
"Have you ever been with a adult female ?"
"No."I said, shaking my head vigorously to emphasize the lie.

Actually I'd started having sex a couple of months ago with a forty year old married Lady who lived a few houses away from my home and just last week, emboldened by my winner with the married lady, had made a fruitful move on a fifty something widowed friend of my mom whom I'd helped home with her grocery from the locality supermarket.
"I find that operose to trust, because you're a very bountiful Pres Young man, surely gobs of missy and older womanhood too, would receive your attention, even make a motion on you,"she said, rubbing my human knee gently.
"They do, but somehow, I lack the courage to let them sleep with 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 look her briefly in the eyes.
"I'm flattered ... do you picture any fussy scenario ?"she asked, tilting her oral sex and licking her full lip as she looked at me, and her deal moved just a piffling bit up my thigh.
"Not really, I conjure up many different site, but mostly it's in a house that I happen to be visiting or in my home after the lady comes to see my mom and finds me alone at home. Sometimes it is outdoors, like I'm walking abode at dark and meet some lady who is glad to ingest my companionship to prevent her from being mugged, and we would end up doing it in some dark alley or resort area, or she just invites me to come family with her."
"And what do you do when you have these fantasies ?"she asked in an anxiously interested spokesperson.
"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 voice trail off and looked away as if in shame.
"That's nil to be ashamed of, all boys and men do that ; female 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 hanker menstruum of time, so when the flavor 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 extensive, amazed eyes.

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

She got up and walked over to a petty centre table and bent over it, legs spread as she prepared to cabbage it up. The inadequate skirt rode up her second joint just enough for me to see her astound vaginal hump. It was quite plump, and the thin material of her pantie was sunk into her scissure in a prime quantity 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 feet. I caught her quick lustful coup d'oeil at my crotch which was bulging with a massive hardon.
"For the beverage,"she said and turned and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

She returned two or three minutes later with two glasses of pineapple juice. I noticed that her blouse was now loosened except for the last release ; I could see her belly and its enticing mystifying button. She bent over to hand me the drink and I got a clear perspective of both long dark nipple. I stared at them unashamedly. She sat down next to me, turning sideways as she bent one leg and brought it to rest on the chair, allowing a courteous panorama of hot crotch.
"Here's to fellow onanist, may we continue to please ourselves when the going is rough,"she said, giggling girlishly as she raised her glass of juice, making me marvel if she had taken a slug of vodka while she was in the kitchen.

She took a long sip and then licked her lips provocatively, looking me in the center, before starting to titter again, as if we shared some juicy secret.
"What's your public figure ?"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 tone of her flaccid finger and the tight grip with which they held mine. When we broke the shake she dragged her digit 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 a lot younger,"she said appearing to be pleased at the revelation.
"I know, people always think I'm unseasoned, 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.
"fountainhead ... yes."
"I guess you deserve a lilliputian peek into my head after you so honestly let me into yours. My favorite adventure is, in a way, a black eye of yours. In it I have this trivial garden, and I'm sitting in it naked, thinking that I'm alone in there, when suddenly I see this nice much untested man appear and says he'd like to spend some time in my beautiful garden and facial expression at my prime for a piece. I invite him to touch and smack my bloom ... and one thing leads to another,"she finished, laughing.
She took up her spyglass, put it to her mouth and drained it while looking steadily at me. She leaned over and put the glass down on top of the mesa, in the process raising the leg on the chair up and spreading the early one wide. My centre bulged at the crotch protuberance and I followed cause in finishing my drink. My cock 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 lustfulness at my massive boner.
"I like you too, everything about you,"I replied, looking at her exposed crotch.
"Come, let me show you my garden,"she said, getting up quickly and taking grasp of my hand, pulled me up.

I followed her, marveling at the bouncing ass and the promise it held. There was a brand on the seat of the chick, suggesting that her pussy was wet. She led me to a bedroom, opened the door and standing in the room access told me to enter. I made certain my shoulder brushed her salient little tit with its severe mammilla and the back of my hired man rubbed against her soft belly.
"Go to the window and look at the garden,"she said as she closed the door behind us.

I walked to the window and looked out, and indeed there was a nice little garden at the side of the business firm with good for you looking lustrous colored plant and flowers, in spite of the drouth status prevailing.
"Your garden is nice,"I said after looking at it for a minute or two.
"I have a much 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 feet on the floor. Her light cocoa skin glistened. Her hands were at her genitals, the finger gliding through a monumental but nicely shaped thick bunch of black bush. She gently pulled at the foresighted hairs then parted the overgrowth to display a fat lump of womanhood. She pulled the lips apart revealing bright red, almost purple, glistening flesh. Her custody came up and her finger's breadth latched onto the long dark pap pulling them out. She poked out her spit at me seductively and flashed a puckish smile.
"Isn't this a very much nicer garden ?"she asked, lowering one hired man and cupping her snatch.

I shook my headland in agreement, feeling my ears and neck grow hot as I watched her routine around to expose her shapely back that led into a thick, pear shaped, slightly dimpled ass with a few stint marks at the side of meat. The nerve were really full and jiggled delightfully as she gave her body a little shake, looking over her berm at me. She bent right over, running her script down her thigh and legs, bringing them to roost on her tibia. Her stage were slightly parted, enough for me to see the lump of pitch blackness fur covered backing of Venus. She rolled her ass slowly, looking at me from between her cattle farm legs with big wet thirsty Negroid oculus. She straightened up and turned around.
"issue off your clothes and come here."she commanded softly.

I wasted no time ; I was out of my clothes in a flash and headed for her, my punishing cock leading the way. I stood in front of her, my nakedness introducing itself to hers. She looked down at my cock with a sinful smile.
"drag 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 hail into my garden young man ? Would you like to touch the peak and smack 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 face. I brought up my hands and grabbed her ass brass pulling her harder against my red hot willing aspect. I inhaled deeply the musk of her dewy pussy and felt my wind get wet as it pressed against the cushy pulsing lips. The haircloth tickled my nuzzle holes and I stuck out my tongue and licked through them to the magnetic core gibbousness. I managed to get my pressing lingua through the musky growth and into the cleft. I brought my workforce to the black mint and parted it, pulling the thick swollen lips apart. My knife tasted her slightly salty gunk as it made its way into her quivering flesh. Her body jerked a few clip, and she grabbed my head tightly as she rubbed and rolled her pussy on my mouth. 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 grasp of my prick tightly, pulled me up. She then got onto her knees and began licking all over my shaft and Ball. She sucked hungrily on my balls, causing a sweet but almost intolerable pain. In spite of the pleasure I was glad when she released them and turned her care to my jerking stopcock, taking it deep into her hot watery mouthpiece. 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 stiff, Whitney 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 knee joint. I got between her thigs and felt her uneasy hand grab my cock and direct it to her womb door. She shook the cock and knocked at the door a few times before forcing it in with my assist as I pushed forward. She growled loudly and shook her forefront from position to side as I bored into her gushy unmanliness. She jerked upwards helping me to sink into her deepness, and somehow managed with her legs off the bed to roam her ass under and against me. She dancing and me pounding, we sweated and grunted and hissed and growled like maddened maniac. She brought her legs to my shoulders and urged me to press them down to her chest.
"drill me mysterious,"she spat, almost angrily. And I obeyed.

I pounded her hard as she mumbled unintelligibly and tried to do her fiddling ass rolling at the same time as difficult a spatial relation as she was in. she was a game fucker, wanting to delight as much as she was being pleased. I looked down at her crimson face. She was biting into her bottom lip hard, a painful grimace on her cheek. She rolled onto her English taking me with her without disentangling. On her side she raised a leg in high spirits so I could mistake around to the back of her. In that position as she held her leg up with one hand, I slammed into her, feeling her ass jiggle against my groin with each hard driving force. I pounded her like my life depended on it, listening to her heavy panting and occasional growl. Suddenly, I felt the fervour 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 moment the first jet of cum flew out of my trembling body. She clamped down hard just below the enflamed cock headway as I spurted deep into her pharynx. She began to gag but managed to maintain suction and penetration. I felt her swallowing.

When she had downed all my midst waters I expected her to publish my cock, but she didn't, she continued to blow on it keeping me hard. She soon straddled me and holding my cock straight up, put it to her dripping entrance and sat down hard, sending it deep up into her. Leaning forward she gripped my shoulder joint and after hugging my sides with her spongy yet firm thighs, she started her lustful, dancing drive. I tried to match her, thrusting upward and detrition and rolling in unison with. Her stew 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 declare back for her but to no help, I came with an uncontrollable spate. 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 cunt to my rima oris allowing her to finish off her fit on my human face. She seemed to revel that and roared her approval.
"Yaaaayesss,"she shouted.
When she was finished she rolled onto her spine and I brought my mouth to her chest and took an entire tit all the way it and sucked on it for about five minutes as she rubbed my close cropped caput with one hand and massaged my flaccid cock and balls with the other hand.
"piece of ass ... you're full. You sure this is your first fourth dimension ?"
"Yes it is,"I lied smoothly
"darn, at thirty eight I just fucked my first off virgin ... and it was so good ... thanks baby, I'm glad your first was a first for me also ... I'm so happy."
She kissed me farsighted and toilsome, searching my backtalk with an eager tongue.
"The kids will be home soon. Promise you'll come back tomorrow and fuck me again ... come in the morning at about nine, I want to have a nice hanker day with you."
"I'll be here, I promise. ”