Dear Diary,
Yesterday I was taken by the gardener, and it was great!
If you ever think that young girls aren’t interested in sex, you’re talking to the wrong girls, or they are just too shy to tell you. We need sex, just like men. Gosh, I’ve got more of an appetite than most men I’ve ever met. And even so, I’ve never had sex. I guess that is the plight of the eighteen year old, all the guys our age are either jerks or taken. I tried everything to keep myself ‘occupied’, but there is only so long you can wait. After too long, a girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do. And so I fucked my gardener.
Mark was a gorgeous older man who had worked with us for over a year now. He was working as our weekend gardener, which really meant he did nothing at all. We had a giant garden, but we had a whole gardening team during the week. All he had do to was water the plants. But he did it well, and he did it topless. Mark was very athletic. Not in an overbearing way, but in a universally appealing way. His figure wasn’t overpowering, but it was enchanting. His skin glowed in the summer sun and I used to love to watch the droplets of sweat trickle down his back. I was a bit naughty, I’d lay down and sun myself by the pool. I had a very skimpy pink bikini, that barely held my perky tits, and I’d spend the entirety of his shift rubbing lotion into my chest and thighs. It was cute, watching him try and focus on work. Sometimes I’d turn and catch his eye. He’d spark up such a shock and then turn around, to realize that he’d been watering a patch of concrete for the last two minutes. But, that wasn’t ever going to last. So yesterday, I took it further.
“Mark?” I called out to him across the lawn. He was busy watering the roses. “Mark could you come here? I need some help.”
Mark perked up. He looked slightly confused, and worried that I was going to tell him off for something. He couldn’t have been more wrong. “Yes miss... I mean, uh...”
“Clara”
“Sure, Clara
He was cute in how he came sprinting up to me, like his job depended on it.
I was lying flat on my chest next to the pool. Whilst he was elsewhere, I had unfastened my bikini top and it lay on either side of my breasts, letting him see the buoyant sides of my bust. As he approached, I popped my ass into the air, just a little, so that it punctuated the warm air.
I had always taken a lot of care of my figure. And without sex, you can get careless. You think that it doesn’t matter, and you start compensating with different pleasures. But I was all too aware of that. I’d seen it with the girls around me, as their relationships had fallen apart, and I wasn’t about to let that happen. I worked and I worked, as as a result, my body was the best it had ever been. I had petite little curves. My arms were slender and toned, and my stomach was flatter than it had ever been. My tits were succulent and ripe, but it was my ass that was my piece de resistance. It was nature’s gift, and was so perfectly shaped that even I couldn’t keep my eyes off it at times!
“Mark, I’m having a bit of trouble getting some lotion into my back. Would you be a dear and give me a hand.”
I could practically hear the gulp in his throat. I’m sure if I had turned around, I would have seen something unexpected facing me.
“Uh, sure Clara.”
Mark took the lotion and squirted some into his palms. He lathered it on his hands and took a moment to gaze upon the curves of my back. I knew I looked good, and I knew I looked good to him. It was cruel, I know, but what was I to do? Mark bent down started rolling the lotion into my back in little, tentative circles. He was nervous, I could tell. Not only in his circles, but in the little shakes of his hands that tickled my back.
“Mark, do you mind doing it a little deeper? I want to make sure it gets completely in.”
Mark pressed his hands deeply into my back and my skin recoiled and prickled with the stimulation. “Oh that tickles Mark!” I breathed deeply and I pushed my ass into the air. I felt his hand get lighter as he hesitated, and I knew that he was going to need some instruction. “Mark, press a bit harder. Don’t worry about me, I’m just ticklish.”
Mark slowly started sweeping his hands across my back again. I let out a slow and pleasured moan. With each circle Mark made, I wriggled and writhed, pushing my skin deeper into his hands. I could hear his breathes becoming more intense as he draped his hands over me and I giggled under his breath. I beckoned him further. “That’s good Mark. Say, do you mind going a bit lower.” I pointed behind me to the small of my back. Mark’s hands traced down me and I tingled as goose bumps pricked up on my skin. “Mmm, that’s good Mark, that’s really good.” My ass bent up higher, and Mark groaned.
“Mark, do you mind going a bit lower? Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” Mark hesitated against the hem of my bikini. I lay there, ass perched in the air, like an apple, beckoning him to take a big bite out of it. Mark’s fingers lingered on the dimples of my back, as he massaged lotion into me, working his fingers against my smooth skin.
Mark started to feel really good against me. I hadn’t ever been touched like this and I felt virginal in response to his touch. I felt that I was starting to get wet deep down and I buzzed with desire. I couldn’t hold it much longer. “Mark... lower.”
Mark stopped moving his hands. “Clara, I... I don’t understand. Won’t I stain your... your bikini?”
A smile escaped my lips. “Mark, you’re adorable. Pull them down.”
Mark coughed and choked. “Clara, I... I don’t know. You’re so young”
I was a patient girl, but I wasn’t going to wait forever. I had waited long enough. I coiled my fingers around my bikini bottom and edged them over my hips. I heard the exhalations of Mark as my bottoms curled down the backs of my thighs and over my calves. My ass pushed up in the air as I bared it all to him.
The cool air wafted around my wetness and I waited for Mark to make his move. He was young, but he wasn’t stupid. Mark’s fingers slowly, but surely, slipped down my back. His fingertips pressed into the softness of my ass and began to circle lotion into me. At first, Mark was overly soft with it, like he was scared of what was happening, but after a while he began to ease up, and he felt good. His fingers coursed up and down my ass, pressing and dimpling me with his pressure. I was dripping wet, and I needed him to know, I needed to show him what I wanted to happen. I brought my hand down to my mound, pressing my fingers onto my clit, and slowly turning them in synchronicity with Mark’s circles. I was teaching him to lead me. As he pushed harder, I pushed harder. As he got faster, I got faster. I sighed and groaned almost uncontrollably, and he was receptive in learning my cues. Mark brought both his hands over my ass, pressing his thumbs deep into my flesh. I gasped as I brought my other hand down into myself, pressing two fingers deep into my wetness. My body was a well oiled machine, pressing and pulling and stroking and circling with sensuous precision. As Mark pushed on me, I pulled. I bit my lip in desire and I ran my fingers in quickening strokes. As I slicked against my wetness, I felt my muscles clench against myself and I began to quake in orgasm. Mark’s fingers wrapped themselves around my pelvis and his thumbs rolled deep into my flesh. I quivered and convulsed and throttled against his fingers and my own until I was laying bared against the stone floor, panting.
Momentarily, I felt embarrassed by what was going on. Here I was, completely exposed to the gardener, in my open garden. I was briefly filled with an anxiety about my parents. What if they came back early? But then very quickly, I realized that wouldn’t happen.
“Mark... I’m going to tell you to do something, and I need you to be completely compliant. Is that clear?”
Mark hesitated with his response, but uttered out a ‘yes’.
“Mark, take off your shorts, and sit on the edge of the pool for me.”
Mark removed his grip from my hips. He slowly stood up, perching over me and breathing heavily. I could feel his gaze eyeing me up and down. My hands were still slowly working their way around my moistness, and I think it was difficult for him to break away from, but I heard the faint sound of fabric hitting the ground, and the soft splash of feet penetrating the water.
I brought myself up onto my feet, and flicked my bikini bottom across on to the cups of my bikini top, which had left my body as I was standing up. I stood completely naked in the summer sun, the cool air curtained its way across my breasts, and my nipples pressed against it, facing the pool. I embraced my newfound nakedness, and my liberation from the torment of my sexless life. I was better than that. Mark was my blank slate, and I was going to have a lot of fun with him. I edged to the pool and dived in. The crisp cool water brought me to life and reinvigorated me. As I emerged to the surface, I noticed Mark sitting just as I had commanded. His erection was pressing up against his stomach. I swam to him.
I placed my hands next to Mark’s thighs, bracing myself against the side of the pool where he sat. His skin was smooth and droplets of sweat beaded and pooled around his stomach. I brushed my fingers against his thighs and Mark let out a groan.
“Mark, how old are you?”
“Thirty five.”
“Have you ever been with someone my age?”
“Not since I was your age Clara.”
“Have you ever thought about it Mark, have you ever thought about me?”
“...I have.” He said, shortly.
“In what way?” I noticed Mark eyeing the buoyancy of my breasts, and my nipples, which curtsied at the water’s edge.
“Well, in... in sexual ways.”
I tiptoed across his thighs with my fingers. “Did you ever picture me sucking your cock Mark?”
Before he could reply I edged my palm around his shaft. Curling over it with my fingers. I grasped it firmly and he let out a gasp. I began to gently pull on his cock, angling it so it pointed towards my mouth. For a younger boy he was very well endowed, and I made sure that every atom of his aching cock would spark in pleasure.
“Does that feel good?” I asked him. Mark had perched on his elbows was cocking his head back in rapture.
“Yeah, it feels great.”
I decided to play with him a bit. “It feels great, who?”
“It feels great... Clara.”
“That’s better. Now, Mark, do you want me to suck your cock?”
“Yes... Clara.”
A let out a cheeky smile. “Good boy.” I pressed on his shaft and let it slide between my lips, taking it in its fullness into my mouth. My moist tongue began lashing at the swollen rod and delicate and delicious swirls as I sucked and licked him. Mark gasped and I felt his member engorge inside my mouth. I was beginning to enjoy pleasuring Mark, and I wanted to show him exactly what an younger girl can do. I pressed his full shaft into the back of my mouth until my lips were pressed up against his skin. I initially started to choke and gag on him, but his cock started to slide effortlessly into my throat, warming and lubricating it with my saliva. All the way, I tasted and lashed him with my tongue.
Mark’s chest rose and fell in arousal and shock at me sucking his cock. I reached my hand down to his balls and began sensitively massaging them in delicate swirls. I opened my eyes to see goose bumps had now risen on Mark’s legs. The coolness of my wet breasts must have been tickling him. I could feel my pussy tingling with moist desire as I took Mark in his fullness into my mouth. I began to tickle and buzz with desire too, and I had to control myself from giggling from the enjoyment that I felt. I grabbed Mark’s hand and placed it on the top of my hair.
Mark was receptive with this gesture and scrunched my hair up, taking it in his hands as if it were reins and he was riding me. I felt a pressure on the back of my head as Mark began to press me onto his erect cock deeply and forcefully. He was using me as his sex doll and I loved it. I loved every sex filled thrust of urgency that he threw into me. I loved tasting him at the back of my tongue, and the look of sheer exasperation on his face from the pleasure that I was bringing him.
Finally he couldn’t contain himself any longer and he let out a deep, guttural groan. As he exhaled, I felt silky streams flow into my mouth and over my tongue. Jet-like strands of liquid magma washed into my mouth in unending quantities. My lips sealed his girth and my hands massaged his balls, milking from him every last drop of his seed. I smiled and looked at him in his face, seeing a wide eyed look of almost-shock on Mark’s face. As I pulled him out of my mouth a single strange of his cum trailed out of my full mouth, dribbling down my chin.
As I took that strand back into my mouth with my finger, I looked at him flirtatiously. “You’re pretty tasty Mark, but now it’s time that I really put you to work.”
***
The summer sun had warmed us both up, so now it was time to cool down. I led mark into the house, and up to my bedroom. I could sense that he was busting at the prospect of fucking me, and I didn’t want to disappoint him, after he had been so enjoyable in the garden. I had put my bikini back on and we crept upstairs and into my room. As we entered, Mark lingered at the door.
“What’s the matter Mark? You aren’t losing your steam are you? Listen, I don’t want to think about anything else except you inside me. You got that?”
“Sure.”
“Sure who?”
“Sure Clara.” He was starting to get the picture.
I stood there, at the foot of my bed – a giant, silken mattress that could have fit a whole family in it. It was excessive, but at least I was putting it to good use. Mark had put on his work shorts again, but I was already noticing that they weren’t going to last. A bunching of fabric pressed out toward me, and I could tell he was ready to go again.
I unclasped my bikini top and exposed my breasts once again. I looked to my side and gazed at my portrait in the mirror next to my bed. My chest was as perky and plump. My tits hung there, almost as if they were levitating, and the sight of myself struck me to such a pitch, that I began to feel that indescribable pulse of sexual excitement. I could see it manifesting in my nipples, which stood in the air, facing Mark. I dropped my bikini top to the floor, and rolled my bottoms down my hips, draping them over my thighs until the bunched on the floor next to the cups of my top.
I pulled on Mark’s hand, bringing him to stand at the foot of the bed, as I crawled onto the luscious softness of the bed. I spread my out my palms and knees, propping myself on all fours. I arched my back and bent up my pussy so that it was completely displayed in its wetness to Mark. I looked to my side once again and saw Mark eagerly throwing his shorts to the floor. His cock sprang out from the elastic of his shorts and pointed straight toward me. In the soft light of my room it seemed even larger than before and I quivered in expectation.
I felt the pressing of the bed push my knees lower as Mark’s knees nestled next to mine. Suddenly I felt a spark of warmth against my ass cheeks that erupted in a loud cracking sound. Mark had slapped my ass with such conviction that I shouted out in reciprocation. “Oh!” I exalted. My ass rippled in gentle motions in response to the throttling and I grinned. “That was naughty Mark! I like it.”
I felt his weighted palm press down into the middle of my back. I felt the soft touch of his cock around my moist slit as it massaged my tender mound. Then I felt a deep surge of warmth as Mark entered his engorged cock into me. I had never felt such pressure inside me, and it felt like I was going to burst, but I loved every aching portion of it.
I wasn’t able to control myself. It has been too long since I had felt the warmth and firmness of a man’s cock deep inside me, and I gasped and clasped my lower lip in my teeth. I grunted a grunt that I had never heard myself make. I enjoyed it, it sounded like the new me, and this felt like the new me.
Mark slid himself into me and I quaked in ecstasy. Mark’s penetrations slid effortlessly back and forth through me, and I clasped around his shaft, feeling every delicious portion of him inside me. I felt him curving up into the ends of my pussy and pressing deep into me with a force that was as pleasurable as it was painful. I brought a hand up to the entrance of my slit and rubbed in careless and pleasure-filled motions as Mark filled me from inside. I glanced to my side at took note of myself in the mirror. My golden hair sprung back and forth as my breasts rocked against the thrusts of Mark.
I pulled on my swelling clit, dragging it underneath my fingers as Mark thrust himself deep inside me in exaggerated and primal motions. He has been taken over by ecstasy, and he was ensnared in my wetness. I froze and stiffened in orgasm, letting out a panting sigh as Mark continued to pound me. I was awoken out of my sexual stupor by the cracking of another of Mark’s slaps on my ass. Warmth promulgated the outline of where he had spanked, and I fizzed with lust.
I felt the cool air waft against the slipperiness of my pussy as Mark slid his cock out of me. His hands became weighted and directive against my hips as he pulled me to lie on my back against the silk of the bed. My back and ass writhed in pleasure against the silk of the sheets and my legs pressed together, narrowing and pointing towards Mark’s thighs. He took them in his hands and lifted them so that they were parallel to his body, and he entered me again.
As his cock worked its way deep in to me, Mark let out a smile and begun to spread my legs apart in the way, so that they were a perfect ‘v’ pointing towards the sky. I was held firmly and could do nothing but lay back and let out a scream of pleasure with the satisfaction that was bursting inside me. I reached out and clawed at Mark’s chest, running my nails down his front, leaving swollen strings that glowed red. Mark let out a pleasurable gasp as he flinched against me, but he welcomed the pain.
I glowed in arousal as I lay back and watched the mirror as Mark entered and exited me, doing with me what he would. I was fulfilling his every sexual desire, and liberating myself from the shackles of sexlessness at the same time. I kept looking at the entrance of my pussy, eyeing off Mark’s shaft that would effortlessly disappear in side me, and then lengthen out of me once again.
I looked back to my chest and the heaving of my breasts as I was pushed and pulled with Mark. I gazed at the arch of my back and how I angled my skinny arms, supporting my gentle frame. I was enraptured and I could feel a burning flame being kindled with each thrust of Mark’s cock. I brought my hands down and rolled them against the soft skin of my thighs, bringing them down to my engorged slit. I pressed down firmly onto my mound and I vespered out a whisper of orgasmic bliss. Inside I convulsed and contracted in orgasm once again.
The tension around Mark’s cock sent him uproaring in bliss. I wrapped around him and could feel his pulsing member moving deep inside me. I could sense a deep surging that indicated to me that Mark couldn’t hold on for much longer. His chest muscles and his arms tensed, flicking beads of sweat from his body. Mark’s hands reached down and grasped my thighs, pressing deep into my tender flesh. My in a swift action, pulled himself out of me, bringing his giant member out into his hand. As Mark shifted up closer to me, he grasped and pulled on his cock in weighted and desperate pulls. In a flash of pure, unbridled ecstasy, Mark erupted all over my chest. Streams of warm nectar seethed onto my skin, prickling me and drenching me. I brought my hand down over my pussy, pulling myself into orgasm with him. Mark’s load was unending, and it poured and filled every part of my breasts. I swirled my fingers around my pussy as he emptied himself on to me, groaning in desire. I screamed in pleasure.
Mark worked himself to great lengths to empty himself, but I assisted him. I grabbed his shaft, guiding it into my mouth for a final taste. I sucked and pulled at his shaft with my lips, drawing every last bead of cum from his cock. Once I could taste nothing but my own saliva, I released him from my succulent lips. Mark, let his cock hang in victory as he set his gaze upon my stained breasts. I wrapped my hands on to my breasts and massaged them in circles, spreading his cum across me. I slid my hands down and massaged my thighs and hips, and wriggled in satisfaction.
After a while I ceased pressing my hands around my body and slipped a finger onto my tongue for one last taste of Mark. Coquettishly, I looked at Mark and asked curiously.
“Mark, did you turn the hose off?”
The End