Copyright © 2020 By Jillbaby
When I was unemployed and just before I started modelling, I received a surprise phone call from a woman I had worked with at my previous job. Joan and I had been good friends, although I hadn't heard from her since I left the firm.
She explained that she and her husband were going on vacation for a week. There had been a spate of burglaries in her area and they were worried about leaving the house unoccupied. She thought that if I was still unemployed, I might be prepared to house-sit for them.
I was a bit bored anyway so I agreed to help her out. Joan explained that their gardener Sam and their cleaner Simone would be taking the opportunity to call several times during the week to carry out tasks additional to their normal chores.
I arrived early on a Monday morning with my case and after Joan had shown me around the house, and where I was to sleep, I waved goodbye to her and her husband. The four-bed roomed house was situated in a tree-lined, affluent neighborhood and had a large secluded garden, complete with a small swimming pool. I sighed happily at the thought of having the luxurious amenities to myself.
A couple of days later, the sun was shining and the sky was a cloudless blue. So, after lunch, I decided on some sunbathing beside the pool. I put on my bikini, and went out to the sun lounger with some sun block and a book. I dipped a toe into the pool, but the water wasn't yet warm enough to swim. I rubbed in the sun oil and settled down. The book was an erotic one and after a while I began to feel horny. I love the feel of the sun on my pussy and the thin bikini wasn't blocking much of its warm rays.
There was a tall, thick hedge between the pool and the neighboring garden so I was totally out of view. Feeling adventurous I decided to sunbathe topless, and slipped off my top. As I smoothed sun block into my breasts, my nipples became aroused. Holding my book with one hand I started to stroke my breasts with the other as I enjoyed reading about a female being banged by three men.
Inevitably as I became more and more horny, my free hand left my breasts and slid under my bikini to my clit and an oily finger began to stroke gently as I continued to read.
"Hi. I'm Sam, the gardener. Sorry to intrude."
The voice came from behind me and, in shock, I whipped my hand out of my bikini bottom. I turned my head to see a man standing behind me as I peered through my sunglasses.
"Ah! You must be Jill. Mrs. Duncan told me you would be looking after the house," he said, stepping around to face me. Suddenly remembering that my breasts were bare, I hurriedly pulled a towel over my shoulders to cover them, and sat up. My heart raced and my face was flushed with embarrassment as I wondered if he had realized that I was masturbating. From behind me he probably would at least have seen my elbow moving.
"How did ...how did you . . ." I stammered.
"Oh, get in, you mean," he chuckled. "Well, I have a key to the gate at the front so that I can get into the garden if Mrs. Duncan is out."
I had thought that Joan had said that he wouldn't be coming until the following day but it seemed I was wrong. As a result, he had seen me playing with myself and had a good look at my boobs.
In the warmth he wasn't wearing a top and only a pair of well-worn, faded jeans. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn't help staring at him as he stood there smiling down at me, as if he had known me for years.
He seemed to be about six feet tall. No doubt from his years of gardening, he had muscular arms and chest and a firm-looking belly with a nice six-pack. He was tanned a golden brown. His dark hair was curly and cut short and his eyes were dark blue.
From where I sat, my eyes were on a direct line with his crotch and the tight jeans outlined the bulge of his genitals. I guiltily moved my gaze to his as he spoke again, with a charming smile,
"Ah, well...I'd better get on with cutting the front lawn. Maybe see you later."
Then, as he turned to go,
"Oh, by the way, Mrs. Duncan usually makes me a pot of coffee if she's in," he said with a cheeky grin and strode away before I could reply.
I felt such an idiot, sitting speechless and confused, while he was so confident and relaxed. I guessed that he was well accustomed to charming his female customers and I wondered if he did more than just charm some of them.
The thought made my nipples stiffen and after checking that Sam had disappeared around the corner, I quickly pulled on my top. I decided that I had enough sun and went into the house.
As I recovered from the shock of Sam's arrival, I realized that I was still horny and unsatisfied from the earlier stroking of my clit. I sighed with frustration. I hadn't been with a man for several weeks, and my body was demanding satisfaction.
Fuck, I felt so horny! I didn't bother to shower and after drawing the drapes in the living room, I took off my bikini, spread my towel on the sofa and lay down. That room faced onto the rear garden and I could hear Sam's lawnmower as he worked on the front lawn.
Eagerly, I got into my usual position for a play with my knees bent and my thighs parted. I wished that I had brought my vibrator with me as I pictured the image of Sam's body and his sexy grin.
I could feel the heat of my arousal as I slowly moved my fingers onto my outer lips and I was surprised at how flushed they were. Very gently, I moved my fingers up a little to my clit hood and pulled upwards, letting the flesh slide back to expose my swollen clit head as it throbbed between my legs and begged for me to touch it. Instead, I tweaked an erect nipple, sending a quiver of pleasure to my clit.
Then, abandoning my teasing, I slipped two fingers into my pussy and felt my warm juices as I started to frig myself with a steady rhythm. The fingers of my other hand danced around my clit as I wriggled with pleasure.
I pictured Sam's cock sliding in and out of me and as I flexed my pussy muscles, arousal juice oozed free and trickled down between my ass and onto the towel. Much as I need an orgasm, I wanted to extend the pleasure as long as possible. It had been a while since I had enjoyed a masturbating session as much as that one, so for a while, I slowed down my finger-fuck and avoided touching my clit for a while.
Then I weakened. Still gently finger-fucking my pussy, I moved my fingers around the delicate hood of my erect clit, gently sliding the wet, slippery cover up and down. As I felt my climax approaching, I slowed to a stop for a sew seconds to savor the maximum delightful enjoyment from the perfect moment.
I stroked my clit gently but firmly with the middle finger of my left hand. Immediately it responded and the pleasure welled up in me until finally I tipped over the edge into a massive, quivering orgasm.
As always, I screamed in ecstasy and it wasn't until it faded away that it occurred to me that Sam might hear me. As I returned to reality, I became aware that the distant sound of the mowing machine from the other side of the house had stopped.
I lay there in bliss, my legs wantonly spread apart to reveal my opening glistening with my juices. Suddenly I felt a ray of sunlight on my closed eyes. When I opened them, I realized that I had left a gap in the drapes when closing them and the sun had moved to shine through it. Suddenly, the mower started up again, just outside the window.
My heart pounded with alarm as I wondered how long Sam had been there. Oh my God; had he heard my scream and looked in through the gap in the drapes? I felt my face flush and I rushed across to adjust the drapes. I tried to calm down, telling myself that it was very unlikely that he had seen me. However, I decided to remain indoors until he had gone to avoid feeling guilty if we spoke again.
It was warm indoors, so I put my bikini back on and settled down to continue my book. Not long after that, the doorbell rang. Joan had said that they were expecting delivery of a parcel, so thinking that might be it arriving, I pulled on a short housecoat and went to the door.
When I opened it, Sam stood there. His sexy smile lit up his face, and those wicked blue eyes twinkled confidently. At least, he had covered his chest with a short-sleeved black T-shirt.
"Any chance of that coffee?" He asked.
I had forgotten about his previous remark about usually getting a coffee from Joan, as I had had ignored the hint and never intended to make one for him. Taken by surprise, I stood speechless as I tried to decide what to do while his eyes moved up and down my scantily clad body.
I struggled with mixed feelings. Joan did seem to have high regard for him and it would make me look very rude to refuse his request. But I was still worried about him maybe having seen my naked body so blatantly displayed and I felt my cheeks flush. Not only that, but I definitely had the hots for him.
I really had no choice.
"Yes, of course ...come in," I said and turned towards the kitchen, leaving him to close the door behind him.
Sam didn't waste any time. I had just stepped up to the kitchen table when I heard his footsteps behind me. Then his big warm hands were on my shoulders and his hard body pressed against my thinly covered ass. I gasped with shock and knew that I should push him away. But as usual my sex-mad body responded instantly, urging me not to resist.
"Relax," he whispered and I felt his warm breath as his lips nuzzled the nape of my neck through my hair.
Yet again I wondered if he had seen me through the window and that was giving him confidence. But even if that hadn't happened, he almost certainly had seen that I was playing with myself when he arrived.
It was decision time for me. I knew that I should push him away but as often happens with me, my recent orgasm had left me hungry for more. What does it matter? I asked myself; after all I will never meet this guy again. And I really do love first-time fucks.
As I hesitated for a few seconds, his hands gently cupped my breasts. My nipples poked into his palms in an instant reaction and I felt my legs go weak.
That was the end of my resistance.
I stood motionless in a sexual trance with Sam still behind me. He wasted no time on words while he calmly and smoothly undid my robe and let it slither to the floor. Both halves of my bikini followed. As I stood naked facing the table, he ran his hands lightly over my breasts and belly, before pushing me forward.
This was a different Sam from the charming gardener. He was now a very confident and skilled seducer.
As I took my weight on my forearms I shuddered with submission and anticipation. As I had suspected, he seemed very experienced and confident in the way he had taken sexual control. It was more of a smash and grab than a seduction but I felt totally helpless and unwilling to resist.
I heard the rustling of him undressing and, gripping my hips, he drew me back and spread my legs with his feet. I was sprawled forward with my stomach resting on the edge of the table, and my ass pushed out towards him. I felt his hard knob seek my opening, and with one thrust, he filled my soaking pussy with his hardness.
With my breasts pressed against the surface, I rested my forehead on the table as he began to fuck me vigorously. He was in a perfect position to really shag me senseless and he made full use of it; gripping my hips for leverage as he filled me to the brim with each savage thrust. It had been a while since I had enjoyed a big cock inside me and my head spun with pleasure as I braced myself by gripping the table edges.
I thought it would be was a "wham-bam thank you Ma'am" fuck. However, Sam surprised me. Suddenly he stopped, and slid out his wet, rigid cock. He eased me up and when I turned around, I admired his naked firm body and my eyes went to his erection which he supported with one hand.
"Let's get comfortable," he whispered throatily.
As he led me through to the sitting room, I reached for his hardon and my fingers tingled at the welcome feel of firm rubbery flesh.
I sat on the sofa, leaning back with my legs spread. My whole body was on fire and the vigorous fucking had really set my motor running. I wasn't sure which was more aroused and throbbing, my clit or my nipples.
To my delight, he knelt between my legs and I knew he was going to inhale the musky aroma of a bubbling, aroused pussy. He breathed in appreciatively and I sighed contentedly as his mouth went to work.
Licking his lips, he ran his tongue slowly up my inner thighs, licking delicately around the slick bulge of my lips before tracing down the other side. His tongue danced teasingly close to my clit head but never quite touching it.
By now, my body was tingling from head to toe and I was absolutely dying for him to fuck me again. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as his head bobbed up and down and he continued to tease me.
Finally, Sam stuck his tongue into my soaking pussy. My back arched with pleasure as it slid in deeper and I knew he would be tasting my flooding juices as he circled my clutching slit. My hips were bucking greedily and, wanting more, I clawed at his hair in slutty desperation.
Withdrawing his tongue, he sucked and nibbled my clit while gently circling the sensitive first two inner inches of my pussy with his fingers. With a deep groan of pleasure, I hooked my legs around his neck to draw him closer. Then he cleverly doubled my pleasure. His free hand went to my nipples moving from one to the other and squeezing in time to gentle nibbles on my pussy lips.
He was very good, and I twitched and trembled as my elusive orgasm kept advancing and then with stomach-twisting frustration, slipping away again. I needed a hard cock in me again and a finger on my, swollen, pleading clit.
Pushing him back, I reached down between my legs to find his hard, warm flesh. Gripping him by his cock I guided him up to change places with me until I was kneeling before him as he perched on the edge of the sofa.
Instead of my usual slow, arousing blowjob approach, I took the spongy, velvety head of his quivering cock into my mouth and sucked madly. I could taste the slightly acrid and spicy taste of my pussy as I bathed his cock with my lips and tongue, sucking and licking as if it were the last cock on earth.
Again, using his cock to guide him, I brought Sam down to the rug beside me and spread him on his back.
I glimpsed surprise in his eyes as I suddenly became the predator but, in my excitement, I didn't pause. I knelt astride his hips, facing him, and reaching behind me to carefully position his hardon, I slowly lowered my thighs. When I felt the velvety head press against my slick lips, I guided him inch by inch smoothly into my wet pussy until I was fully impaled on his lovely cock.
The feeling of him penetrating deeply into me was wonderful. Despite my arousal, I didn't really expect him to make me cum after my very recent orgasm. Supporting myself with one hand, I strummed my clit with the other as I leaned forward over him, my breasts swaying invitingly.
He took both of them into his big hands and began to stroke and fondle to his heart's delight. This was perfect for me and I kept a steady rhythm going as I raised myself off his cock, only to let myself plunge back down, sinking him even deeper inside me as my appreciative pussy adjusted to his size.
He began moving his hips to my rhythm, meeting me stroke for stroke. I didn't want him to cum before me, so I paused in my movements, bearing down on him until he was still. I stayed there for a moment, gripping the cock inside me with my pussy walls while my fingers brought my aroused clit ever nearer to relief.
Just then Sam brought his head forward and kissed a breast, softly licking and caressing the nipple, before giving it a hard suck.
That was the final trigger. As the additional blast of pleasure hit me, my orgasm exploded. I yelled with delight as release surged through me and I enjoyed the very best orgasm I had experienced in recent weeks. Much better than from my masturbating.
As the pleasure ebbed away, I flopped forward onto his chest but then realizing that he was still hard inside me, I straightened up to finish him off. I flexed my muscles around his shaft and fucked him vigorously, driving him deep into me.
That was enough for him. I watched Sam's face frown in concentration. Then his fingers tightened on my hips and as he thrust up hard against me, he came with a deep grunt of pleasure.
As he relaxed, in the afterglow of his orgasm, I climbed off him and on shaky legs stood to reach for a tissue to wipe my leaking pussy. My mind was able to function again and I gelt a stab of embarrassment at what a slut I had been. But to hell with it, I was here for only a week and I might as well enjoy myself if he was available again.
However, instinctively, I didn't want to appear too easy and I tried to regain some dignity,
"Well, I don't know how that happened...but I think you'd better get on with the gardening," I told him with a smile and pulled on my robe as he started to sit up.
I admired his tight body as he dressed.
"Yes, that was the best coffee I never had," he grinned. "But it's time I was at my next job. See you tomorrow."
As he headed for the door,
"Oh, have you met Simone, the cleaner, yet?" He asked.
"No, she's coming this evening."
"You'll like her . . ." he said, with one of his mischievous grins, and closed the door behind him.
Joan had explained that she had instructed Simone to do various maintenance cleaning tasks during the week she was away, and hoped that I wouldn't find it a nuisance.
Simone arrived that evening and turned out to be a beautiful young Italian. She was in her mid-twenties with neatly trimmed black hair and the deepest brown, almond shaped eyes I have ever seen. They were enhanced by the way her dark eyebrows arched above them as she blinked softly up at me.
At her height of just five-five, her firm, round breasts looked enormous on her tiny frame, although they would be no more than 36 B. Certainly, her tight white sweater didn't leave much to the imagination. She was blessed with a perfectly curved ass, but I felt that she was putting on a bit of a show as she swung it while walking ahead of me into the sitting room.
We sat side by side on the sofa and as we chatted, Simone stared intently at me, giving me the unnerving impression that she was somehow trying to read my mind. Her nose was shapely with only the slightest curve to indicate her Latin heritage. Most seductive of all however were her soft, pink lips that always seemed to be slightly parted as if ready to kiss. Or to suck a man's cock, I thought bitchily.
Her short denim skirt slipped back as we talked and she made no attempt to cover the long stretches of bare thigh she revealed. I formed the opinion that she was very comfortable with her body and justifiably proud of it.
I enjoyed sex with women, but it had always been in group sessions with me also involved and I definitely wasn't a lesbian. But I wondered if she was coming on to me a little.
She had only called to pack away the various detergents that she would need during her week's activities, and would start work on the following day. She would let herself in with her key, so I didn't have to be around for her.
We said goodbye and I spent the rest of the evening watching TV and then went up for a shower. The bathroom sported a full-length mirror which I didn't have at home and I gave myself a look-over as I applied my skin lotion. Meeting the lovely Simone had made me need reassurance about my own body.
I shook out my shoulder-length auburn hair, and my turquoise blue eyes sparkled happily as I noted again that my firm, pointed 34C breasts were made to look bigger by my slim build and narrow waist. My daily Pilates exercises certainly kept me supple and my jogging had my legs in excellent shape. Also, as I was three inches taller than Simone, they were longer than hers.
As I applied the oil to my breasts, the afternoon's fuck came into my mind and my hands lingered longer than was necessary. However, my orgasm had satisfied me and I settled for just a few gentle strokes of my nipples.
When I went to bed in the room I had been allocated, I spent a few minutes wondering what else might happen between Sam and me. It was a fascinating situation. Would he make a move on me or would I encourage him?
It was another lovely day when I awakened, so after breakfast, I set off for a jog around the area. Joan had left the house well stocked with food, so I didn't need to do any shopping. When I got back to the house, before going in, I couldn't resist a stroll around the garden to see if Sam was here.
There was no sign of him, and as I passed the sitting room window, I couldn't believe my eyes.
Sam and Simone were standing kissing and the bright sunshine lit them up like a spotlight. As I recovered from the shock, I moved behind the cover of a climbing vine which had spread over the edges of the window. I was able to see into the room through the foliage.
They were side-on to me and I saw Simone reach down and stroke the outline of his hardon, which was showing through his jeans. They continued to kiss and as I recovered from my surprise, I was becoming turned on by the scene.
As she slid his T-shirt over his head and kissed his chest, I remembered the feel and taste of his skin. His hands had cupped her ass as he walked Simone backwards to the sofa and when the back of her knees hit it, she sat down and he knelt before her.
The sofa faced the window and I watched in total fascination, unable to resist the need to keep spying on them. She was running her hand through his hair as he pushed back her tiny skirt to bunch it around her waist. She raised her legs in the air and I saw him draw off her black thong. Then his arms moved and her top and bra were thrown to the side.
His head went down between her thighs to reveal the smooth olive skin of her ripe breasts as she leaned back. The round dark nipples were stiff with arousal.
She writhed with pleasure and her lips moved as she muttered something and held his head, her fingers entwined in his hair. I could imagine her sensations as his tongue would be probing and exploring as it had with me.
Suddenly, Sam drew away to stand up and drag down his jeans and briefs in one movement. Both Simone and I stared as his big rigid cock sprang up proudly against his flat belly.
Dropping to his knees again, he buried his face between her splayed thighs. I could vividly imagine his tongue running up and down her slit, as her hands clutched the surface of the sofa, her nails digging deep. I was suddenly aware that my own pussy was flooded and my clit was thrusting against my thong.
Her legs came up to swing around Sam's shoulders and she slipped further forward against him, her head tilted back. Her succulent pink lips were agape and her pointed tongue kept flicking over them. From the relaxed way they were going at it, I formed the impression that this wasn't their first fuck.
He straightened his back to position his cock at her slit and her legs slid down around his waist as he leaned into her. Then it was clear that he was fucking her as his hips swung back and forth and her mouth opened in a gasp.
I don't know how long I stood watching him banging her, before I walked away on trembling legs. The memory of my fuck with him was intense and as I had watched, I almost felt him in me again.
My mind was whirling, and unsure what to do, I decided to go for a short walk and leave them to it. I was annoyed at myself for feeling envious. I was now confused as to whether I wanted another session with him or not. I knew that I was being irrational but it was all happening so fast.
When I got back, I made plenty of noise to warn them as I entered, but I needn't have bothered; they had both gone. I noticed that one of the downstairs carpets was freshly shampooed, so at least Simone had done some work. I watched TV until after midnight and didn't bother to set my alarm.
I got up later than usual the next morning to another lovely day. After breakfast, I began to feel restless and a bit horny. I checked from the various windows until I spotted Sam pruning shrubbery at one side of the house. I decided to sunbathe again by the pool at the back of the house, well away from where he was working. I was determined that if anything was to happen, he would have to make the first move, and I wasn't going to go up and say hello.
However, despite my plan of apparent indifference, I chose a tiny yellow string bikini consisting of handkerchief-sized triangles of yellow cloth that I had bought on a holiday in Spain. When I moved, my breasts bounced gently with only the minimum of support from the tiny top which didn't cover much more than my nipples.
I swiveled and looked at the front and back views in the mirror. From the back, the thong consisted of a string running low across my hips, supporting a pencil-thin strap that disappeared into the crack of the round firm cheeks of my ass, and linked with the tiny triangle of cloth over my mound.
I noticed that since I had stopped shaving my pussy and only trimmed it those days, wisps of my brown curly pubes peeped out around the thong. I hesitated and almost decided to change to my more modest bikini, but decided to carry on as I was.
I settled down by the pool on the upholstered lounger and was soon into my book.
"Found any good sexy bits?"
I jumped at the sound of Sam's voice, from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder. As before, he was wearing only his jeans. I tore my eyes away from his naked rippling chest muscles and turned my head away from him. I was still unsure as to whether I should resist any advances but my heart was racing and my nipples had gone stiff.
"Maybe," I muttered.
"You look very enticing sitting there. I love the bikini you're almost wearing," he chuckled.
In one smooth movement, Sam leaned over from behind me, parted my hair and pressed his lips softly to the base of my neck. In the circumstances, what would normally have been a mark of affection, somehow turned into an extremely arousing sensation.
As if paralyzed, I sat motionless as he worked his way over my shoulder with tiny kisses and I didn't resist when he reached down and turned my face to his.
The first kiss was very gentle. He just let our lips touch but allowed his tongue to dart out between mine.
"You taste wonderful," he whispered.
He kissed me again. This time I parted my lips, allowing our tongues to meet. Without breaking our kiss, he somehow managed to swing around the back of the seat and kneel beside me. On sheer instinct, my hand went down to the bulge in his pants and found that he was hard.
Cradling my face in his big warm palms, he kissed me deeply. One hand cupped my breast and the nipple hardened. My hand was moving slowly along the line of his straining erection as I recalled how his cock felt in me.
"Let's get rid of this," he murmured, reaching for my top.
I obediently raised first my arms and then my legs as he removed both parts of the tiny bikini. I was naked in the sunlight in a semi-public setting - one of my favorite things. My body tingled with excitement and arousal as I parted my legs to revel in the erotic feel of the sun on my pussy.
In his kneeling position, my breasts were readily available to his mouth and he gently kissed and sucked them in turn. He slowly moved one hand down my belly, letting his fingers trace little circles as he kept me waiting for contact with my already flooding pussy. When I spread my legs invitingly, he stroked my damp slit and I couldn't believe how wet I was. Sam probed at me with a growing urgency and I gasped as his middle finger slipped all the way in.
Then he ran out of patience.
With a show of strength, he slipped his arms under me, lifted me off the lounger and put me on my feet behind it.
"Hold on to the back of that and bend over," he muttered.
Obediently, I gripped the back of the lounger, bent over and stuck out my ass, displaying my swollen pussy lips for him as he quickly stripped off. He slipped in two fingers and I felt his stiff cock brush against the back of my thighs. As he positioned it for entry. Sam's thighs pressed against the backs of mine and his firm belly rubbed my buttocks.
I felt his hardness probe for an instant at my opening, before slipping in easily. He moved his feet, edging closer and gripping my hips, as he penetrated deeply into me. I flinched in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as his long cock pressed against the back of my pussy. But it stretched and relaxed as he started a slow steady fuck. In that position, he could fill me to the brim with each easy swing of his hips, as he drew me into him for maximum penetration.
With his hands gripping my hips, he was slowly withdrawing until the head of his hard cock almost popped out. Then he would start another slow stroke that seemed to expel my breath, as he pushed the swollen head along my clinging pussy walls.
His hands moved to reach under me and capture my swaying breasts in his hands, squeezing and fondling them causing my clit to throb demandingly. To my delight, he moved his right hand again, sliding over my belly and between my legs. I moaned when his fingers brushed around my clit and, shamelessly, I wriggled my hips, and pushed my ass back into his thrusts, to encourage his efforts.
As with our first fuck, I had to admire his skill and control and again I had to wonder at how many bored housewives he had serviced as well as tending their garden. I was desperate to cum and wondered if he could hold out much longer before his own orgasm.
Once again, Sam seemed to read my mind and bent over to whisper in my ear,
"Cum for me baby, let me hear you cum. I want to hear you scream again."
"Go on... ask me to make you cum."
I heard myself muttering,
"Yes please...please make me cum."
My words must have set him off. I felt him stiffen hard against me. as his cock quivered in the tight grip of my pussy. Then I felt its spasms as it spurted into me. In immediate response, he squeezed the nipple of the breast he was holding and his fingers moved from just circling my clit to give it a light stroke.
The combined sensations sent me over the top, and I gloried in an unusually prolonged build-up of my orgasm. For some reason, each intense wave came in slow motion, and brought deep moans from me. Then I erupted into a shuddering climax.
As my usual scream of joy burst out, I was dimly aware that Sam had his hand over my mouth to partially stifle the sound.
"We mustn't alarm the neighbors," he whispered.
In that standing position, my legs suddenly went to jelly, and Sam had to support me as my knees buckled.
"Easy, Jill," he murmured. "It looks like you're all fucked out, babe. I love the way you cum."
"Do you think anyone heard me?" I asked anxiously, but he reassured me with a chuckle that they might think it was only a cat.
We both dressed and when I flopped back down on the lounger, Sam explained that he was late for his next job and had to go.
"Maybe see you again before Joan comes back," he said and strode off.
On the following day, Simone arrived just after lunch. She said that she would be doing some work upstairs. There was no sign of Sam and I decided to go for a long walk.
When I returned, I was surprised to find Sam in the sitting room looking at TV. God, he knows how to make himself feel at home, I thought as he rose to greet me. He wasn't in his usual gardening clothes and wore black casual pants and shirt. When he beckoned me to join him on the sofa, I wasn't surprised to feel a tingle in my clit at the prospect of another great fuck.
When I sat down beside him, he put his arms around me and after a passionate kiss we undressed eagerly.
When we sat down again, both naked, he whispered in my ear,
"Do you enjoy threesomes, Jill?"
As I explained earlier, I had enjoyed sex with women in group sessions and I saw no reason to lie to him,
"Is that with two men or two women?" I chuckled.
Well what I have in mind is you, me and Simone," he whispered.
I sat still as I recovered from my surprise at the suggestion. I recalled the images of how much she had enjoyed being fucked by Sam and in my horny readiness, the idea seemed very inviting.
"Well...I suppose I wouldn't say no," I replied, wondering if he was just teasing.
"That's great," he said.
Then raising his voice, he called,
"0kay, Simone, you can come in."
The door opened and Simone walked in. To my amazement she smiled welcomingly and took off the short gown she was wearing to stand naked before us.
As I got over the shock, I had to admit that she looked stunningly attractive. Her olive skin glowed on a slender body that curved delightfully from her round pointed breasts to the heart shaped tangle of her brown pubes.
As she came up to us, her almond shaped brown eyes glowed as they took in my naked body. Once again, I noted how tempting her succulent pink lips looked as they hung slightly parted.
"Hi Jill," she said as casually as if she was inviting me for coffee. "Is she happy to join us?" she asked Sam.
I nodded my agreement, and Sam beckoned her to sit beside us so that I was between them. Simone ran her fingers over her pussy and when she held them up, they were glistening with her juices. I realized that, for the moment at least, she wanted to be dominant. When she offered them to my lips, I took them into my mouth, sucking gently, before releasing them.
"Ahh ...you've done this before," she said huskily.
I smiled,
"Yes, once or twice."
When she asked me if I would lick her, it was more of a command than a request. However, I was determined not to appear embarrassed. Also, I had to admit that the prospect was exciting me.
Sam, gently stroking his cock, got up to give us room and she eagerly raised her feet onto the sofa and spread her knees. I got down on my hands and knees, and as my face approached her pussy, I smelled her arousal musk. As my lips made contact with her slit, my tongue penetrated her and I tasted her juices again.
Simone brought her hand to the back of my head and cradled it gently at first. But then she pulled my face harder against her pussy and with a dig of her nails, or a pull of my hair, she made my mouth service her hungry pussy exactly the way she wanted.
Wrapping my arms around the tops of her thighs and supported by my elbows I locked my mouth over her slit. I continued flicking my tongue tip with little butterfly touches back and forth across her clit and I could feel her body begin to stiffen.
However, Sam was eager for some action and when he tugged my arm, I put my hands on her firm belly and drew back from her pussy.
"Don't worry, Simone," he whispered, "she'll keep licking you."
Taking our arms, he gently urged Simone and me into the sixty-nine position on the carpet with her on top He knelt behind her and took hold of her hips and I looked up to see him aligning the head of his erect cock against her wet opening. His swinging balls were so close to my face that he would feel my breath on them.
I watched in fascination as the thick cock, looking enormous from that angle, eased into her. I reached up to find her plump clit with one hand and with the other, I stroked Sam's slick cock as it slid in and out of Simone.
Then I gave a little shudder of delight as she started to lick my pussy while Sam fucked her. Her tongue danced around my clit and between my lips but she wasn't doing as well as I had expected. I knew from my own experiences that it was difficult to concentrate while being fucked. But it still felt great and I pushed my hips up against her face to encourage her.
Selfishly, I didn't want Sam to cum in her, wanting to keep him hard for me. So, to finish her off I flicked a finger vigorously against her clit and she let out an ecstatic scream and collapsed forward onto my thighs. Rather than continue to fuck her limp body, Sam eased his dick from her pussy. As it squelched clear, drops of her juices dropped onto my lips and chin.
When Simone got up and sat on the sofa, her eyes glazed with pleasure, I grabbed Sam where he knelt beside me and pulling him down onto his back, I straddled him,
"My turn," I whispered, gripping his stiff, damp cock.
Still holding the shaft, I moved my hips lower and lower until his cock slowly disappeared into my pussy. At last, the contrived feel about the event seemed to vanish, and I was on fire. I moaned thickly, with my head flung back and my back arched. Watch this Simone, I said to myself as I gloried in the feel of Sam's big dick deep in my pussy.
As I moved slowly, squirming and writhing in pleasure, Sam caressed my back gently, his hands gliding up and down my smooth, flesh, and then moving around to fondle my breasts. I hissed softly like a cat as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and pinched my rigid nipples. In return I cupped his balls and squeezed gently.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good, Sam," I murmured and leaned forward against his chest dipping my face to his.
He kissed me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth, while he caressed my clit. I moaned softly; one arm looped over his head. His hands never stopped roaming over me, and once again I knew why I loved this position. I had almost forgotten about Simone as this wonderful lover sent me to sexual Paradise again. I glanced across to see her stroking her breasts and pussy as she watched. I wondered what she thought of my technique.
I should have been doing most of the work but Sam was strong and could lever his hips up at me. Slowly and sensually rotating them, the shaft of his cock circled my pussy. When I pressed down on him it sometimes brushed against my clit. It was so much better than some of the "wham bam" fucks I'd received in the past.
As I became ever more turned on, gasping and trembling, he let me ride him, but guided the motion and setting the pace with his hands on my hips. When he sensed that I was close to cumming he switched to short, quick thrusts pushing up into me urgently. I rode him desperately as I climbed towards a climax and started to tremble uncontrollably. Closer, closer, closer; I felt the tension build.
Then his hands reached for a nipple and my clit. As the sharp pleasure from the two nerve centers hit me, I saw bright flashes of light behind my closed eyelids, and I came with a piercing scream of joy and collapsed onto his muscled chest.
Then Sam wrapped his arms around me and with his erection still in me, rolled me over so that he was on top. His mouth went to my shoulders, throat and finally to my lips. I felt his tongue enter and I met it eagerly with mine. They danced together and I bit his lower lip gently, while sucking it
My eyes widened and I gasped as he arched his back and began to fuck me again. He swiveled his hips to let his cock ream my pussy and I wrapped my legs around them and clung on tightly as my pussy walls flexed and squeezed his cock.
"Oh, fuck yes ...Oh fuck . . ." as he neared his orgasm.
Holding my hips tightly he jerked upwards one last time and his warmth coated my pussy walls. Panting, and his chest heaving, he rolled off me and lay still on the carpet.
Simone looked at her watch,
"Oh hell...I'm going to be late for my next job...gotta dash!"
She grabbed her robe and went upstairs.
Before I sat on the sofa again, I wiped most of Sam's cum from my pussy with my discarded panties since I didn't want to stain Joan's furnishings. Then I heard the front door slam as Simone rushed off.
I was looking forward to some more action, but Sam got to his feet, and started putting his clothes on,
"I also have another job to go to as well," he told me.
When he was dressed, he gave me his usual charming smile,
"Well, Jill, it's been great knowing you. It's a shame that Mrs. Duncan will be back tomorrow and I won't see you again...unless of course you would like me to do some gardening for you sometime," and his face broke into a broad grin.
Great though the sex had been, I couldn't see us having any regular relationship and I was quite content to finish things off.
I smiled back at him,
"Unfortunately, I live in a flat, Sam. But if my household plants ever need a good seeing-to, I'll be sure to contact you."
He laughed, gave me a parting kiss and I never saw him again. As I headed for the shower, I marveled at the very strange week it had been.
Now whenever I see a handsome gardener, I remember Sam and my pussy gives a little quiver.
THE END
By Jillbaby
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