Orgy in the garden

Orgy in the garden [part 1 of 2]
By: JL (jllc2@yahoo.com)

ORGY IN THE GARDEN

Mrs. Kristine Anderson answered the door wearing a sheer red silk kimono, thin enough for Luke to see her nipples through the soft fabric. She was a tall woman in her late forties who still had a good figure and nice legs, although Luke doubted her blonde hair was completely natural.

"Hi," Luke said. "My mother told me you were having some kind of computer problem?"

He could hear music and laughter in the background. Early evening. Probably some kind of party. He'd just gotten home from his job at the electronics store two towns over, where he was working for the summer before going back to college. He wished his mother wouldn't offer his services as a computer technician to the neighbors, but they needed the money.

"Of course," Mrs. Anderson said, smiling. "Thank you for coming over so quickly. We're just having a little . . . party in the garden. Come in."

"I could come back later . . ."

"Oh, as long as you're already here, come on in." She stepped back, staggering slightly. She was barefoot, and a little drunk. "This way."

Luke followed her upstairs, not pretending he didn't notice her ass bouncing beneath the kimono. She looked down once and caught him, but didn't say anything.

"In here." It was a small office that looked out into the backyard. "It just won't do anything. I don't understand computers at all."

"I'll take a look," Luke said. Right at that moment he was taking a look at Mrs. Anderson's cleavage as she bent over to turn the machine on.

"You're a doll." She patted his shoulder and left.

He heard the party through the open window, and took a look while the computer warmed up. He couldn't see much?they'd stretched a tent over most of the yard, but he spotted Ellen Cross sitting in the Jacuzzi with Mark Richards, her tits bobbing in the foamy water. Then with a sigh he sat down to start working.

The job took about an hour, clearing out viruses and updating some software. He was running one final scan when Mrs. Anderson returned, carrying a drink.

"Just about finished," he told her. The kimono was looser now, and her face was flushed. "Nothing serious. How's the party?"

"Oh, good." She sipped her drink. "I'm sorry, would you like a beer or something? Or a soda?"

"No, I'm fine. Let me just . . . uh, you might want to, uh . . ."

Her kimono had opened wide enough for him to see a bright red thong snugly around her hips, and to realize she wasn't wearing a bra or bikini top or anything like that. Her breasts pressed against the silk, and he couldn't help looking at them, full and firm as they rose and fell with each breath.

"Oops." She looked down at her body, but didn't pull the robe closed. Instead she put her drink down and looked at Luke's body.

"You're a handsome young stud, aren't you?" she asked. "Does your girlfriend appreciate what she's got?"

"I don't, uh, have a girlfriend right now." He couldn't even think about the girls at college right now, not with Mrs. Anderson looking at him like a hungry cat.

"I don't care if you do. Let's cut the crap, Luke." The woman untied the band around her waist, and suddenly her kimono was slipping from her shoulders and hips into a puddle of silk on the floor. She stood there, almost totally nude, posing for him. She swayed a little, smiling at him. "Here I am."

Luke stared up at her breasts, his heart pounding like a steam engine?and his cock straining like a bull.

"This is what you want to see, isn't it?" She lifted her arms over her head, and her breasts stood out, her nipples brown and stiff. "I saw you checking me out as soon as I opened the door."

"I, uh, I was just . . . "

"I liked it. And I was checking you out, too." Mrs. Anderson leaned forward, bending over him in the chair.

Luke felt her hand on his leg, but her tits were hanging right in front of his face and he couldn't stop himself. He pressed his face against her breasts, locking his mouth around one pink nipple, and reached up for the other one, squeezing it in his hand.

"Mmm," the woman sighed. "Yes, ah, yes, that's it . . . you like my tits . . . ohh . . ."

Her skin smelled like flowers, and her body felt taut and smooth. He shifted his mouth to her other breast and sucked it hard. She wrapped her hand around his shoulders and pushed her breasts toward him, moaning quietly.

He slid his hands down to her waist, to her ass. Squeezing her butt, he pulled her body toward him. His cock was straining inside his jeans. She squirmed. She shifted her legs to straddle him and rubbed his shoulders, breathing hard.

"This can't be really happening," Luke thought, but he wasn't going to back off now. He licked her breasts, brushing her hard nipples with her tongue, caressing them and squeezing them together. They were warm and firm in his hands, and he wanted to fondle them for hours.

"Okay," the older woman murmured. "Okay, let's . . . see what you've got, big boy." She had to pull his hands away from her breasts to kneel down between his legs. "Take your shirt off," she whispered. "Take your?ahh, yes, that's what I want."

Luke scrambled to pull off his T-shirt as Mrs. Anderson opened his jeans. His prick popped straight out of her boxers. She gazed at it, licking her lips, then looked up for a long look at Luke's bare chest, her eyes filled with lust. She wrapped one hand around his shaft and began pumping him up and down slowly.

"Take it," Luke urged her. "Take it . . . please . . ."

"Well, since you said please . . ." She bent her head and opened her mouth, and in a moment Luke felt her soft lips around his cock, her tongue swishing along his shaft, her hands fondling his balls.

He squeezed her shoulders until she grunted for him to loosen up, and then he ran his fingers over her back as she began bobbing her face up and down, driving his dick down her throat and sucking it deep. "Uhhh . . ." Luke moaned, spreading his knees wide. He thought he heard a chuckle from the older woman as she sucked him.

He jerked his hips forward. Mrs. Anderson clutched his thighs, digging her fingers into his skin. Luke felt his balls swinging against her chin. He tried to keep himself from pushing into her face?he didn't want to cum too soon?and she was taking it slow and easy, drawing out the pleasure. But it wouldn't be too long now. He could feel his balls starting to tighten . . .

"Kristine, are you there? Dennis wants some more?Oh!"

Luke looked up, his heart pounding for a different reason. Samantha Morris, who lived in the neighborhood, stood in the doorway. She wore a one-piece swimsuit with blue flowers, and it hugged her curvy body like a snug glove. Like Mrs. Anderson, she'd kept herself in shape. Luke could see her nipples against the thin material.

Mrs. Anderson drew her lips back along Luke's shaft and let his cock drop from her mouth. "What the hell, Samantha?"

"More ice," Mrs. Morris said, her voice distant. She was staring at Luke?at his hard, throbbing rod. "But I can tell him--"

"No, I'll get it." She stood up and grabbed her robe. "You'd think my husband could find his own ice. Sorry, Luke."

"That's?that's . . . okay." Damn it, what did Mrs. Morris have to come in just now for? He felt his cock begin to wilt.

Mrs. Anderson patted the other's woman as she left. Luke sat there, catching his breath. Time to go, he thought. Just when--

"Don't look so pissed off," Mrs. Morris said. She smiled. "I never let a good thing go to waste. Kristine wouldn't like that."

He gulped. Did she mean--? "Well, uh, whatever you want?I mean . . ."

"I mean don't bother pulling your pants up, young man." She slid the straps of her suit off her shoulders and began pulling it off her body.

Luke's heart started hammering again as he watched Mrs. Morris strip. Her boobs popped out, not drooping at all, her nipples pointing straight ahead. He licked his lips. She smiled.

"You damn well better like them," Mrs. Morris said. "All the time I spend at the gym keeping myself in shape . . ."

She pushed the suit down over her lush hips, and Luke gasped. Her pussy was neatly shaved, a thin landing strip leading down to her slit. She lifted one tanned leg to step away from her suit, and kicked it aside.

She looked at his cock, erect again, straining upward at the sight of her nude body. "Well . . . you look like you're ready again. I hope you don't do it too fast, like--" She stopped. "That doesn't matter. Don't think about . . . anything. Just . . ."

She turned slowly and leaned down over a table, spreading her legs. Her ass was as firm as a cheerleader's. "Just do it, honey. I want it bad."

"Yes, ma'am." He was up on his feet in an instant. And in anther moment he was behind her, hands on her hips, poised to enter her. She wiggled her butt playfully at him, and with a grin he leaned forward and thrust his cock inside her pussy. "Ohh . . ." he moaned. "Oh, yeah."

"Uh-huh," she agreed. "That's it, honey, right there, right there . . ."

He closed his eyes for a moment to control himself, then began sliding back and forth, in and out. Her pussy was tighter than he expected, and wet with her juices. When he opened his eyes and looked down her body he saw her trembling with lust, clutching the edge of the table. She rocked back to meet him and drive his prick up deeper inside her pussy.

Crazy, he thought. He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into the firm flesh, and began pushing harder, faster. Her moans increased with each thrust. He took a deep breath, enjoying the warmth surrounding his shaft, and rubbed her butt as he picked up the tempo. "Mmm," he whispered. "That's good . . ."

"Yeah, it's good, keep doing that," Mrs. Morris sighed. "Oh, fuck, fuck me, fuck me, me, me . . . just me."

"Oh, yeah." He wiped his face with one arm. They were both sweating, and her body was slick when he clutched her skin. He leaned down, reached around her waist, and found her clit, slowing slightly to tease it with his fingers. Mrs. Morris gasped.

"Honey, that feels good," she breathed. "But just . . . right now . . . just fuck me hard. Okay?"

"Okay." He reared back, took a deep breath, and began hammering her with his hops, plunging his cock harder and deeper with each stroke. He could feel her legs trembling against his, and he figured she was close to cumming. Which was good, because he didn't think he'd last a lot longer, as hard as he was trying to control his cock.

"AHH!" She screamed. "YES! I want it! Yes . . . yes . . . more . . . ohhh . . ." She pushed her head back, stretching her neck, and suddenly pounded on the table with one fist, her body rocking slightly to one side. "Mmm . . . yeah . . ."

"Oh, fuck, Mrs. Morris, are you?I'm gonna?this is so?fuck, fuck . . . "

She lowered her face, breathing hard, and he felt a spasm inside her. Then all he felt was the rush of his own cum, spurting through his cock and inside her pussy. He grabbed her ass tightly, almost losing his balance, his muscles suddenly weak as his prick continued to pump his sperm over and over. Nothing better, he thought. He didn't know how or why this had happened, but he didn't care. This had to be heaven.

He straightened up, and his cock slid out of her. Mrs. Morris sighed. "Honey, that was excellent."

"You think they?they heard us?" he asked, suddenly nervous.

She laughed. "I doubt it."

Then he heard the noises from outside: loud laughter, mixed with groans of?what? "FUCK ME!" someone shouted. "Yeah, fuck her," said a male voice. "I'M GOING TO CUM!" another man's voice cried.

"Who wants me?" another woman's voice laughed. "I never did this?mmf!" A splash. A slap. More laughter. And more moans.

He reached for his jeans. "I'd better, uh?I mean, that was great, Mrs. Morris. Do you want me to, uh . . ."

"Oh, don't leave now." She stood up and stretched. A drop of his cum trailed from her slit. "Come on down and join the party, honey."