It was just 9:00 when Bob pulled up outside the Lansing mansion. There was no one in sight, and not knowing where the rear entrance was, he pressed the front doorbell. A moment later, the young girl who had hired him opened the door. She was wearing a flimsy dusty rose peignoir which gave her golden skin an unusual blushing glow. Bob's eyes roamed over her voluptuous body, accentuated by the clinging fabric. Finally he stammered: "Good morning, Miss Lansing!"
"Good morning," she answered gaily, "but," she added, "from now on, I'm going to call you Bob, so you'll have to call me Leslie!"
"All right, Leslie," Bob smiled, his equilibrium recovered.
"Care for some coffee? I'm just having breakfast."
Bob followed her into the dining room, where he couldn't help noticing that the table was set for two. She poured him a cup of coffee.
"I think I've prepared too much… would you help me eat it? It's Eggs Lucullus!"
The mixture of eggs, mushrooms and spinach looked very appetizing, and although it hadn't been very long since he'd eaten, Bob felt tempted by the delicious aroma.
They sat eating and exchanging small talk, until it was nearly ten. Bob got up, and thanking Leslie, made his exit into the garden. The excellent meal, eaten in the company of his beautiful young employer, put him in an exceedingly good mood and he set to work with a will.
About an hour later, Bob looked up from his measuring and saw his teen-age employer standing over him. She wore a short shift, and from his squatting position, he could see right up to the thin strip of white panties covering her pubic mound. The long, slender columns of her legs were like finely sculpted marble and Bob felt a flush spread over his features. Straightening himself up, he felt ill at ease, his face was burning and he could hardly look the young girl in the eye.
"How about a break?" Leslie asked, her hand on her hip and her head tilted a little to one side.
Bob barely mumbled assent, and together they walked silently toward the wide patio. On the patio table, there was a pitcher and two glasses. She poured out two long drinks and watched Bob over the rim of her glass as he sipped his drink.
"What's this called?" he asked after a moment.
"Singapore Sling," she answered, "made with Daddy's special rum!"
"From Triangle Trade days?" Bob quipped, referring to the old method of trading used by New Englanders of buying slaves in Africa, selling them in the West Indies for molasses, and bringing back the molasses to be distilled into rum which was used to buy more slaves in Africa!
"Not quite!" Leslie replied, blushing. "This is of a later vintage, from Cuba. Pre-revolution of course!"
They were silent for a moment, and then Leslie said: "Let's sit on the lawn!" She walked ahead with the pitcher, and Bob followed her over to a large spreading oak tree, and sat down beside her on the grass. Bob watched appreciatively as she yawned a little as she stretched out, and lay on her side facing him. Nonchalantly, Leslie sipped her drink, carefully observing him, her eyes strangely narrowed to smoky green slits.
Bob wondered just what was expected of him and he felt very nervous, sitting so close to this strange, exotic girl. Her heady perfume wafted over to him on the soft breeze… an erotic scent that bespoke mystery, excitement, promise. He couldn't keep his eyes off her legs where the mini-shift had ridden up till it barely covered the tops of her thighs. The superb line of her long legs tapered to a womanly expanse of thigh and the whole sweep from hip to ankle was exquisitely beautiful.
"I want to kiss you!"
Bob's mouth dropped open and remained there a second before he had the presence of mind to close it. He looked at Leslie's face, but her expression was inscrutable, as if not a word had been said. For a moment, he thought he had imagined it, or perhaps it was one of those strange parrot-like birds which had somehow escaped from their cages in the sitting room. He felt more and more uncomfortable.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Again he looked at the young girl's face and this time there was no doubt as to the origin of the statement. Her lips were slightly parted and glistened moistly. Her hand toyed gracefully with the curve of her well-rounded hip.
Before he could speak, he felt her warm hand on his arm, and the teen-age girl pulled him gently over to her. His first impulse was to draw back, but her hand was still clasped possessively on his arm and her face lay invitingly close to his. There seemed to be a magnet drawing his head down to hers and a shot of exquisite pleasure darted through him as his lips touched hers. Her firm yet pliant flesh seemed to burn into his and he felt he could go on kissing her like this indefinitely. His tongue slipped out and, pressing against the unresisting barricade of her teeth, gained entrance to her soft, velvety mouth. Her tongue rose expertly to meet his and performed a sort of lewd ecstatic dance, teasing and touching his own eager organ. He dabbed at her throat, feeling the ridged roof of her mouth, the sharp indentations of her teeth, and pushed at the back of her throat. Still she sought to swallow more and more of the feverishly drubbing tongue. Bob felt the buttons on his shirt being opened and then a cool hand was resting on his chest, playing with the dark curly hair. Shivers coursed up and down his back and he almost leapt up off the grass in a convulsing reaction to the electrifying shock of her touch. Her tongue withdrew from his sucking mouth and trailed a path of burning fire along his face. Slowly she inched closer to him and Bob could feel her large, firm breasts pressing hotly against his arm. His prick was palpitating wildly in his pants and his balls began to ache from the pressure of his churning sperm.
Suddenly, her hand reached out and she touched the throbbing bulge. There was a roaring in his brain and his blood-swollen prick leapt to even more agonizing life, burning like a firebrand against his leg. Her hand never stopped gently massaging his tormented penis while her darting tongue snaked wetly down, over his throat and among the crisp hairs on his chest.
As if with a will of its own, Bob's hand reached up and found her soft, pulsing breasts. He squeezed and kneaded the smooth resilient flesh for a moment, and then hurriedly reached back and pulled down the zipper of her sheath. The brief dress fell willingly away from her tanned shoulders, revealing her lacy white bra which gleamed against the golden glow of her skin. Her heaving breasts swelled up provocatively from the lacy cups and Bob felt the moistness of his semen as it seeped impatiently from his engorged penis, egged on by her relentless ministrations. Boldly, he unclasped her bra and drew his breath at the tempting sight of her firm young breasts, sweeping upward to fiery, burgeoning nipples, jutting out from pinkish areolas.
His fingers reached out and began to tweak the already rigid buds, rolling them between his fingers, gently pulling on the tender tips, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Leslie's throat. As he felt the turgid nipples responding to his urging and with his cock jerking almost out of control, the full impact of what he was doing struck Bob with the force of a sledge hammer. He was actually going to fuck this voluptuous young teen-age nymph!
Guilt rose speedily inside him as he remembered all the fantasies he'd had… how he dreamt about fucking some other woman, taking a mistress… but he knew they were just dreams. No harm in them.
But the teasing, stroking that this gorgeous, half-naked teen-age girl was giving his bursting cock drove all such thoughts from his head. Now he had to have this child-woman… there was no turning back… it was too late to stop! He closed his mouth once more over the delicious firmness of her breasts and he realized that she was quivering beneath him and that her breathing was heavier.
Her shift was just a rumpled belt around her waist as Bob began to ease it down over her hips, his eyes straining for a glimpse of the secret treasure between her legs. She raised herself up from the ground, helping to free herself from the restraining garment and his eyes fell on her tiny bikini panties where he could see the golden curls of her palpitating young pubic mound twisting out from under the legbands.
As she lay there on the green carpet of grass, her butter color skin shimmering under the afternoon sun, Bob cast a surreptitious glance around him. There was not another human being in sight and the gentle slopes of the garden stretched away, broken only by clumps of bushes and trees. The draping branches of the oak spread like a canopy over them in their bucolic bed and Bob shivered, as much from the feel of the fresh air on his chest as in anticipation of what was to come.
Leslie lay stretched out invitingly beneath him, her eyes half-closed, the sun making strange patterns on her body, dancing through the leaves. A bee hummed around them and its hypnotic droning seemed to add to the state of complete mesmerization which Bob felt.
He reached out and tenderly began to draw Leslie's flimsy panties down over her satiny hips, gasping when the full vee of her silken yellow pubic hair came into view, and he began to imagine the moist entrance of her vaginal opening gleaming through the golden curls waiting for his touch. He ran his hands along the inside of her fleshy thighs, his fingertips feeling the faint film of moisture which coated her slender limbs. He could feel the inner muscles of her thigh flex against his touch and he could sense the shivers of pleasure which raced up and down the full length of her unbelievably exciting body. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her parched lips and her breath was a shallow rattle in her throat. His middle finger moved up the silky flesh until he could feel the crinkly pubic hair brushing against the back of his hand. He could see the pink flanges of her softly pulsing vagina contracting and a few droplets of her lubricating juices wet his hand as he grazed it. Softly, Leslie began to moan… low sighs of passion which made Bob realize that she was more than ready for loving.
Abruptly Bob stood and began desperately stripping his pants off. A twinge of self-consciousness came over him as he stood over her, his long, thick cock jutting out like a lone tree from the dark forest of his pubic hair, the head glinting purplish in the sun. I'm going to fuck her in broad daylight, he thought becoming even more aroused at the thought.
Leslie focused her glance on the throbbing penis dangling over her and she smiled as she contemplated the ponderous girth of the bulbous head and the venous surface of the massive palpitating rod.
He lowered himself down beside her on the grass, and drew her to him, cupping the sun-warmed moons of her buttocks in his hands, and breathing deeply of her meadow-scented flesh. Her body was soft and yielding against him as he ground his mouth down on hers, locking their lips together in a bruising all-consuming kiss. Tremors cavorted up and down her spine as her fingers reached down and closed around the fleshy protuberance of his lust-engorged cock. She spread her legs a little and felt his pelvis grind against her smooth, slender hips. His belly glided against the smooth flat plane of hers and the abrasive rubbing of his pubic curls against her tremulous pussy acted as a completely new erotic stimulant. The young girl squirmed beneath him and began running her hands exploringly all over his hard body. Unable to wait any longer she lifted up and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing hard. Bob groaned with pleasure as he felt the full fleshy lips of her pussy contract around his rigid penis which felt about to burst from the pressure. Leslie's pelvis began to gyrate, swirling his cock around in an unbearable imitation of fucking, and already it felt moist and lubricated from her free-flowing juices, and the sensual aroma of her secret orifice combined with the redolent air around them intoxicated him more than the exotic drink.
"Do it now… oh, lover… do it to me…" His new employer moaned through clenched teeth.
"You put it in!" he whispered hoarsely, taking command of the situation.
Eagerly, Leslie reached her hand down, forcing it between their clamped together bodies and once more her fingers curled around his long-suffering cock. Unhesitatingly, she guided the blood-filled column of hardened male flesh towards her young and pulsating pussy lips and moved it up and down the hot eager outer surface, coming to rest at the throbbing, softly bearded mouth. He could feel the clasping petal-like opening grazing the sensitive head of his swollen cock as it tried to desperately suck his manhood into its gaping hot depths. Then the pent-up fury of his aroused passion was unleashed and he drove his thick rod forward until it slipped inside the elastic ring of her eager young cunt and it glided easily through the slippery satin sheath.
"AAAAaaaaahhhhh…" she moaned, her heart-felt cry a mixture of lascivious delight and slight shock at the girth of his cock inside her. As he continued to slide forward, the smooth walls of her vaginal canal caressed his granite member like a velvet glove, until he reached the very tip of her cervix. The head of his rampaging member teased and jabbed at the firm guardian to her womb, the novel sensation eliciting little catlike moans from the child-woman, Leslie, who was flinging her head from side to side, a rosy blush spreading over her angelic face.
He began to saw into her lithe, young pussy with long, hard relentless strokes all the way up, far into her belly, until he could go no further. Still, he wormed his thick rod around inside her, probing at her feminine secrets, battering her ceaselessly in the age-old rite of subjugation. Her face was a contorted rage of desire as her fingers dug hard into his shoulders and she returned thrust for thrust, slamming her uptilted pelvis against him, spreading her quivering legs even further apart, to help him in her ravagement.
Perspiration ran in little rivulets down their bodies and Bob could feel the salt-taste of his own sweat as he labored over the young sinewy girl he had met such a short time ago. The sun was beating down relentlessly on their straining bodies and little blades of grass clung to Leslie's flesh as she thrashed about under his continual surges.
"Oooohhhh, God…" she moaned, almost incoherently, "stick your finger in my ass… do it now, please do it now…"
Her blatantly lewd request startled Bob and he was unsure at first of what to do. He wasn't sure he'd heard her right at first, but she continued to beg him, and, almost in a daze, Bob reached down and tentatively pushed between the twisting cheeks of her buttocks. His fingertip grazed the tight puckered lips of her anus and Leslie moaned impatiently.
"Do it now, please… do it now!"
He loosened the tight little ring, stroking its elastic resistance with his finger, and then he rammed it in to the first knuckle, the rubbery flesh closing tightly in on his digit. A strangled cry escaped Leslie's throat and she grimaced with pain, but she immediately began to screw her rectum down on his finger, seeking to swallow it completely. He probed further, to the second knuckle, and then until it was all completely imbedded in her grasping nether passage. He twisted it around inside her, feeling his own still-pistoning cock through the thin membrane dividing the twin channels, and the pulsating venous underside of his cock made a strange vibration on his finger as the two intruding implements fucked into her.
Her pelvis was flailing wildly between the dual intruders, and Bob began to saw in and out, his cock and finger in unison, bring a shrill unending whine from Leslie, ringing through the trees.
His bloated balls felt as if they were on fire and he knew that he would cum soon. But he wanted the pleasure of seeing her, this rich, high-class little bitch, writhing about in abandon from the orgasm he was giving her, before he spewed his cum into her hot blue-blooded little belly. She began to jerk in great body-heaving spasms, her hips smashing against his.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming… fuck harder, fuck harder!!!" she cried out.
The words tore themselves loose from her in a mad jumble and at the same time, her creamy orgasmic juices gushed around his battering cock, as giant tremors of sexual ecstasy ripped at her insides and the crashing walls of her gasping vagina milked at Bob's churning prick now swollen beyond anything he had ever known and her cumming, the supreme act of submission acted as a signal for his own release and his thick, hot seminal fluid began its headlong dash from his fomenting balls. His cock jerked again and again as the milky liquid splashed heavily into her still-quivering belly, until finally he was milked dry and there was nothing left and they lay back on the sweat-dampened grass, already glistening with tiny trickles of shimmering cum-juice.
Bob lay on his back, looking up at the cloudless blue sky, his teen-age sexual partner lay beside him, sleeping lightly. The glow of satiation fading, Bob felt embarrassed as he glanced over their naked bodies. The realization that anyone could have passed by and seen them in their nude lustful fornication, combined with guilt over deceiving his wife, not to mention Leslie's age, brought a blush of shame to his face. His shame and guilt began to give way to anger after a moment, when he began to think about the details which lead to their lewd coupling. Anger at Leslie… and what she stood for. He knew that her proper New England upbringing had nurtured an affinity in her for the coarser, less refined elements of life, by dint of their complete exclusion. And that includes me! he thought bitterly.
His bitter thoughts were interrupted when he felt the youthful sprite stir beside him, and then she was sitting up, looking at him.
She began to rub her hands up and down her smooth, curvaceous sides, stopping to cup her breasts in her hands, kneading the smooth flesh, the nipples spilling teasingly out through her fingers. Her hands dropped down, stroking and massaging, coming to rest at the vee of her legs. Her fingertips rested for a moment on her golden fleece and then dipped down and slid between her thighs. His eyes were riveted on the sensual sight of auto-eroticism and the young girl, fully aware of the lustful effect of her manipulation on the older man, spread her legs slightly. There was a dreamy, far-away look on her young face as her fingers began to probe at the soft hair-lined lips, and Bob could see the hint of glistening pink. He was totally transfixed, unable to take his eyes from the alluring sight. His eyes were burning and his mouth hinged open as she continued to titillate herself. As the tempo of her massaging increased, she began to drone: "Oh, Bob… kiss my pussy… I want you to lick it… put your mouth where my finger is! See, it's all ready for you. I want your mouth on me… biting me… kissing me… your tongue in my pussy, sucking, licking…"
The obscene words spilling out of the teenager's mouth again exciting Bob to fever pitch. The young girl's lewd cantation and her unabashed masturbation acted like a drug on him, desensitizing and stimulating at the same time, and he half-crawled over to her, his eyes watering from the strain of staring at her luscious ready pussy. Seeing her desire on the point of being fulfilled, Leslie lay back and Bob crawled up dog-like between her thighs. The musky odor of her fresh-flowing juices and the smell of his own cum still mingled with hers permeated his nostrils and with a groan, he placed a hand on either leg and pulled them apart and up, as far as they would go. Breathing heavily, he placed his thumbs on the outside of the soft, hair-lined flanges, and slowly drew the tender fleshy folds apart. He gasped as he gazed avidly at the treasure he had exposed. The moist pink flesh, pulsing in anticipation, lay open to him and he could see the star-shaped viscous opening contracting, and the red tip of her clitoris peeping through the maze of curls, hidden by the passion-aroused folds.
After a moment of feasting on the sensual sight, he lowered his head and with an animalistic growl, his tongue snaked out, flicking at the juicy flesh. The sweetness of her aroused him even more and his tongue began to jab at the secret indentations of her pussy, searching, seeking, sucking voraciously at her honey-like moistness, his mouth making slavering sounds which echoed in the silence of the late afternoon. The teenager squirmed wildly under the cunt-licking he was giving her and raising her head slightly, drank in the sight of the grown man hunched on all fours down between her widespread legs. She moaned as she felt his tongue jabbing tentatively at her vaginal opening and she squirmed her vagina up, trying desperately to impale her desire-ridden pussy on his feverishly working tongue. She could feel his hot breath blowing into her and her hot, moist passage opened and closed like an insect-eating flower around his probing organ.
A change was coming over Bob. No anger remained… only gratitude… thankfulness to Leslie for offering him the taste, the feel, the smell of a warm young pussy around his face… a sensation he had often wanted and longed for. If only Julie would let him…
But all thoughts of his wife vanished as he felt the young girl's cunt flower open and her passion juices run freely down, masking his face in a sticky sweetness. His tongue increased its furious lashing, licking her cunt lips, nipping at the blood-engorged bud of her clitoris, flicking at the tormented orifice, until she bounced around on the lawn, grinding her grass-stained buttocks harder and more desperately down into the earth. Her thighs gripped around his ears viciously, loathe to release him, and then her pelvis began to churn, her hips mashing hungrily up against his face until he was barely able to breathe.
A long, guttural moan signaled her cumming and then she was whipping around like a dervish, her body a whiplash of sensual reaction. Spasm after spasm convulsed her, as her shrieks rent the air, and Bob thought he might drown as the eighteen-year-old girl's tender, young pussy gushed forth with giant torrents of excited vaginal juices which filled every corner of his voraciously sucking mouth and the sweet pungent odor inundated his flared nostrils until finally, her thighs released their vise-like grip, and they both collapsed completely exhausted and panting heavily for breath.
Later that night, Bob sat in his own den sipping brandy. Although it was almost midnight, he didn't feel tired. Anyway he wanted to be sure Julie was asleep… the thought of making love to her tonight was unappealing. She had been so curious and inquisitive when he came home, late, moody and preoccupied after the hours of mind-blowing love with the teen-age girl who was his new employer.
Thinking back now on the incredible afternoon, his feeling about Leslie had changed completely. Whatever the reason was for her interest in him, he was willing to go along with her in anything she wanted him to do. He wanted to learn all she had to teach, and judging by her performance of this afternoon, he thought wryly, that's a hell of a lot!