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 Archive name: yardwork.txt (MF, voy, exh, teens)
 Authors name: Monika Blue (monika_38@yahoo.com)
 Story title : Yard Work

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 Yard Work
 by Monika Blue (monika_38@yahoo.com)
 This is a first story.  Input is encouraged.


 I noticed the knot of young boys up ahead and my
 interest was piqued. Loud music rocked from the front
 porch - it was one of those well-earned, sweet hot
 days in late summer,  a warm and voluptuous late
 afternoon.  I calculated from behind my sunglasses as
 I swung down the street:  5 boys, ages 14 to 17, one
 swinging a golf club, all of them ducking their heads
 one by one and stealing long looks at me as I
 approached.  The sun was behind my back was undoubtedly
 silhouetting my legs through my short full skirt.  My
 hips rolled a bit more as their hormone-fueled preening
 did it's business on me.

 They parted as I approached to let me pass on the
 sidewalk.  I couldn't resist slowing down and lowering
 my glasses - making sure they got a good look at my
 barely contained cleavage and flashed them a brilliant
 smile.

 "Afternoon, Boys" I purred, taking a deep breath of
 the pheromone-laden air that surrounded us.  "Mmmm...
  you all smell great!" I flipped the hem of my skirt
 at the tallest one as I passed.

 The all stood speechless for a moment, then reacted as
 one - laughing and punching each other on the arm.
 They were just so cute!  I stopped short about a half
 block away, struck by a brilliant idea. Just perfect
 for the start of a long weekend for which I had no
 plans.

 I sauntered back to the small but mighty group.
 "Excuse me, boys" I turned up the hint of southern
 accent which I came by honestly, "but I don't suppose
 any of y'all would be interested in making a little
 money this weekend by helping a poor old lonely maiden
 lady out with a few chores around her house, would
 you?"  I lowered my sunglasses again, laying on them
 the full impact of my expressive green eyes.  

 "Um..."  the tallest one said, looking at his comrades,
 "I guess it would depend on where it is and how much
 we could make."  The other boys shuffled their feet
 and thought about their plans for the weekend. I could
 see the desire to party away one of the last few
 remaining weekends before the start of school wrestling
 with their boy scout upbringings.  

 "Oh, it's just at my house...  right down the street.
  And...  how's 20 dollars an hour sound for a little
 yard work?  It shouldn't take more than an hour or so,
 especially if you all pitch in!"  I did the math in my
 head quickly and figured it was worth a hundred to have
 these boys at my disposal for an hour this evening.  I
 mentally drew up the short list of chores I had been
 neglecting and avoiding because of the heat.  Perfect!
 They'd have a few bucks to get someone to buy them
 beer tonight, and I'd have five young tan bodies to
 watch for a while to get me in the mood to go out
 clubbing that night.  Nothing like a dose of teenagers
 to get my juices flowing! God!  I thought as I licked
 my lips almost unconsciously, these guys were young
 enough to be my kids!

 Smiles broke out all around as they did the math them-
 selves.  "Sure! I guess we could help out a little..."
 they all agreed. 

 "How's 7 o'clock sound?" I pitched my voice at that
 level that made my ribcage vibrate.

 "Sounds good - we'll be there!" a bank of white smiles
 greeted my invitation.

 "Well, see ya then!" I waved and turned briskly.  A
 slight breeze lifted my skirt as I turned, giving them
 a show I couldn't have orchestrated better if I'd
 planned it.

            *             *            *

 Four hours later, fortified by a light snack and half
 a bottle of Merlot, I greeted my helpers on my front
 porch.  "This should be pretty short, guys.  I've got
 a little something for each of you to do."  With that,
 I led the beefcake parade around the house, pointing
 out several tasks that I figured would keep them busy
 for maybe forty minutes.  I'd keep watch over them
 from the deck.  They went to work immediately, and I
 sat at the table, a glass of wine in one hand, a
 cigarette in the other and book on my drawn up knees.

 I was still dressed in the skirt I'd worn earlier, a
 crisp white shirt tied tightly under my breasts, open
 to reveal the lacy bra that my breasts strained to
 escape.  I loved the way their eyes slid from the task
 at hand to catch a glimpse of whatever they could see.
 I carelessly tucked my full skirt between my drawn-up
 knees, fully aware that my black panties played peek-a
 -boo with them.  

 After I was satisfied that the toting and trimming
 were underway, I rose to bring my glass inside. "Y'all
 are doing a great job," I called breezily, "I gotta go
 get ready to go out tonight.  If y'all are thirsty,
 there's plenty to drink in the 'fridge...  just help
 yourself!"

 "OK!" the tall one called back. I caught a few mumbled
 comments as I slipped in the back door.  A shiver of
 excitement and anticipation ran up my spine.  I had a
 good feeling about tonight.

 I took a quick but refreshing bath, taking extra care
 in shaving every part of my body, including my pussy.
 I'd always loved the feel of my bare pussy under the
 short skirts I invariably wore,  especially in the
 summer.  During my ablutions, I heard some bumping
 under the bathroom window that faced the back yard.
 The sound of the electric trimmer nearly, but not
 completely, covered the heated conversation under the
 window.  "... so hot!"  I heard, and did not think
 they were talking about the weather. " love to show
 her.."  "wonder what she has..."  Oh yeah, I thought
 to myself...  Just what I had in mind!

 I laid back in the scented water for a moment, gently
 rubbing my tingling cunt.  I was so ready for some
 dick tonight.  I slipped a finger inside and thought
 about the boys just on the other side of the wall.
 Wouldn't they get a kick out of watching me right now!

 I glanced over at the window, just in time to see a
 tuft of dark hair disappear below the window ledge.
 Those bad boys!  Peeping in on a poor old lady in her
 bath!  I moaned with a wave of sexual heat that broke
 over me.  My nipples stood at attention as I pinched
 them slightly, thinking about those white teeth and
 the sweet-mouthed youngsters in my yard.  I let the
 water out of the tub.   

 Stepping out onto the floor, I wrapped a big fluffy
 towel around me, drying my hair with one end.  I went
 over to the window and saw four of the five clustered
 below.  "How's it going, boys?  Almost there?" I
 noticed all four sported respectable bulges in the
 shorts that clung to their young bodies with the sweat
 they'd worked up.  They looked up at me, embarrassed.

 I laughed.  "Nice of you to bring your own tools this
 evening!" They laughed then, too, if a bit uncomfor-
 tably.  "Why don't y'all go get something to drink. It
 looks like you did a fine, fine job on the yard.  You
 deserve a break.  I'll be out to pay y'all in a few
 minutes."

 They dispersed from their listening post and trooped
 up the deck stairs into the kitchen.  I heard them
 bumping around in the refrigerator and cabinets.
 They're good boys, I thought to myself.  I better not
 torture them any more than I already have. There's a
 word for women who take advantage of 15 year olds, and
 a law, too!

 I dried my hair quickly and put on my evening makeup.
 The activities of the afternoon had made every nerve
 in my body sensitive.  My eyelids, my cheeks and
 especially my lips were straining for attention.  I
 smoothed a sweet-smelling moisturizer over my arms, my
 legs, and my breasts.  I almost couldn't stop massaging
 the cool cream into my substantial tits - the nipples
 were hot to the touch.  I wrestled the unruly mammaries
 into a low-cut bra, one of my very favorites, that
 offered my breasts up like fabulously ripe fruit,
 barely covering those hot, aching nipples.  I surveyed
 the effect in the mirror.  "Not too bad for an old
 broad," I dimpled at my reflection. I slipped a short
 satin dressing gown over my moisterized body and
 exited the bathroom.  

 The boys were out on the deck when I emerged.  They
 were sitting at the table talking in strained, low
 voices and swirling the ice in their glasses.  The
 tall one was the only one not sitting.  He leaned
 against the deck railing, shirtless.  I stood in the
 doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of his long,
 lean well-muscled body and felt a rush of wetness
 between my legs.  He met my gaze through the screen
 door and slid a careless hand down the front of his
 shorts to adjust his obviously turgid member.  He
 smiled slowly at me, sending another wave of sexual
 heat across the few feet that separated us. Yikes!
 This boy could be trouble!  I'd better send them on
 their way soon, before things got out of hand, so to
 speak.  I slipped five 20's from my purse on the
 kitchen counter.

 "Well," I chirped as I stepped barefoot out onto the
 deck, "you guys did a bang-up job on that yard.  I
 really appreciate your help."  I passed out the bills,
 feeling like a piece of metal passing by magnets as I
 approached each sweaty teen.  I could tell by the
 breeze that my robe was gaping a bit, giving them a
 glimpse of my lace-covered cleavage.  I heard one of
 them moan softly as I passed.  "You all are so nice."

 "Uhhmmm..." one croaked in response.  "Thank you,
 ma'am."  Ma'am.  That broke the spell.  I got my
 treacherous body back under control and shoo'd them
 off.  

 "Go on, now, boys!   Go out and find some fun!  The
 summer's almost over!  And I've got to get going
 myself.  Even us old maiden ladies have to find some
 fun in the summertime, y'know!"  They all laughed
 ruefully and chairs scraped against the wood deck as
 they rose. Somewhat uncomfortably, I was gratified to
 see, as they once again shifted their clothes to make
 room for what they now carried.  They filed down the
 steps and out the back gate, all except for the tall
 one, who lagged behind the others. 

 "You know," he said, all at once bashful for someone
 who had so recently sent me a sizzling glance with his
 hand on his cock, "I just realized that we didn't even
 introduce ourselves."  He put out his hand. "I'm Josh."
 I put my hand in his, amazed at the manly strength that
 engulfed my fingers.  I looked up into his incredibly
 blue eyes.

 "Hi, Josh.  I'm Karey."  I smiled right into his eyes.
 He didn't flinch.  Instead, he brought my hand up to
 his lips.  Pretty continental for a young kid.

 "Hi, Karey,"  he rumbled, "thanks for the job."  A
 giggle escaped before I could stop it.  

 "No problem.  Any time!"  I could feel my face burning
 as my body once again began to respond almost against
 my will.  He dropped my hand with another crooked smile
 and slipped down the stairs and out the gate.  I stood
 for a moment to catch my breath.  I should watch
 myself, I thought.  This is just how a person gets
 into trouble!  I went inside to dress.

 I confronted my closet.  My whole body felt swollen
 and tender, nothing more than my pussy.  I slipped my
 finger between my labia and felt a rush of moisture.
 Always ready, aren't you, you slut, I thought.  Well,
 let's make the best of it.

 I pulled out a sweet little dress that always made me
 feel fuckable - a black and white sleeveless Donna
 Reed number, only Donna Reed never looked quite this
 slutty.  I'd had a friend of mine make it for me - a
 short full skirt with a little crinoline to hold it
 out, belted tightly and a close fitting bodice that
 dipped deeply, little lapels that stood out from my
 bosom, offering a luscious decolletage.  Oh yeah.  I
 put on pearls and high-heeled black sandals. I decided
 to leave my legs bare to the heat.  And to forego the
 panties for the evening.  A dangerous combination, I
 thought with a wicked grin at my reflection.  

 I was leaning into the hall mirror, putting on a coat
 of bright red lipstick when the doorbell rang.  I gave
 myself a long look.  Who could that be?  I struck a
 Barbara Billingsley pose for the mirror, liked the
 look and went to open the door.  

 "Josh!" I said, my breath catching just a bit.

 "Hi, Karey.  Wow!  You look...  really nice!"  We
 stood staring for just a moment through the screen
 door.  Then my senses returned and I opened the screen.
  
 "Come in!  What can I do for you?"  He passed close
 as he entered and his scent once again filled my head
 with animal thoughts.  I closed the front door behind
 him.  He turned, and we were nearly touching chest to
 chest.  I looked up to see his eyes glued to my
 breasts.  He drew a ragged breath.  So did I.  
 
 "Ummm...  uh... I left my...  shirt...  on your deck
 and I was... uh... wondering..." his gaze slid to my
 eyes and his voice faded.  I was mesmerized by the
 blue of his eyes.  My body leaned into his of its own
 accord.  The lapels of my dress pressed against the
 bare skin of his chest and his hand automatically slid
 around my waist.  Just for a moment I could only feel
 the heat of his body and a great rushing sound in my
 ears.  Then I returned to sanity and stepped back.

 "Oh! My!  Sorry..." I put my hand on his chest and
 pushed lightly, straightening up.  "these high heels
 can be so...  dangerous!"  I stepped around him,
 heading toward the kitchen.

 "I'll say," he murmured as he followed me.  

 "Of course you can get your shirt!" I laughed breath-
 lessly, still reeling from the closeness of his hot,
 smooth chest.  "Wouldn't want you having to go around
 all naked...  or anything..."  Again the color washed
 up into my face, as I thought about what I just said.

 Actually, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more.
 "Would you like something to drink...  while you're
 here?"  I turned as I entered the kitchen.  There he
 stood in the middle of my kitchen, the overhead light
 which I never considered very flattering turning his
 bare torso into that of a greek god.  I leaned back
 against the counter, my hand to the soft valley between
 my breasts.  I could feel my heart beating wildly under
 my palm.  

 "Sure," he grinned, "if it's not too much trouble.
 I've been so... hot... and thirsty... all afternoon."
 He leaned against the door frame, filling it.  He
 crossed his arms over his chest, making his biceps
 bulge.  Unblinking, he slowly took in my shoes, my
 legs, my dress.  Again, his eyes settled on my bosom,
 and I realized that my hand had crept inside the bodice
 to rest on my left nipple.  I quickly pulled my hand
 away and swung over to the fridge, too conscious of
 the brevity of my skirt.  

 "Hmm..." I opened the refrigerator door, grateful of
 the rush of cold air on my burning skin.  "Let's see...
 we've got juice, tea, water, wine, beer..."  I leaned
 over a bit, peering deep into the recesses of the
 appliance "and vod" I felt him behind me.  Close behind
 me.  I froze, my hands on the door and the side of the
 fridge.

 I felt his hands on the waist of my dress.  They slid
 up, the fingertips finding the hard nubs of my nipples
 under the cotton fabric.  I felt him press his hips
 against my ass, barely covered by the short skirt of
 my dress.

 I couldn't breathe, that rushing sound filled my head
 again. I heard a soft moan escape my lips. He answered
 with one of his own. I took a deep breath of refriger-
 ated air and straightened up.

 "Um" I closed the door to the fridge and turned in the
 small radius his hands and body allowed me.  I fell
 back against the door.  "Ummm... Josh... I.."  His
 gaze stopped me.  His face filled my vision as his
 mouth descended onto mine.

 He sure is a good kisser for a kid, I thought, as his
 tongue explored my mouth.  His hands slipped up to cup
 my breasts, his fingers and thumbs rolling the nipples
 which had escaped their bondage and were straining the
 fabric of my dress.  He pulled back for a moment and I
 drew a shuddering breath.  "Josh - you're... you're -
 what - 17?" 

 "22" he growled, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my
 bodice "that was my little brother and his friends
 today."  He grinned again and worked my nipples from
 their den into the light.  "God, you have excellent
 tits."  His mouth descended to take first one then the
 other nipple captive.

 22 hunh? I thought. That's a different matter! There's
 not so much difference...  15 years... not quite old
 enough to be my son!  my thoughts went a deep purple
 as the suction on my breasts chased all thoughts of age
 out of my head. My knees buckled and Josh was quick
 enough to catch me on the fly, so to speak. "Feeling
 OK?"  He grinned at me.

 "MMmmhmmm"  I managed.  My arms went around his neck,
 whether to keep me from hitting the floor or to press
 against his fabulous chest, I'll never quite know. The
 feeling of my bare nipples against his chest was
 heavenly. It felt as though an electric current pulled
 us and held us together.

 Before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me
 lightly up onto the kitchen counter, as if I weighed
 nothing.  He stepped back and stood looking at me.  I
 imagined what he saw, my dress gaping open, my skirt
 fluffed out around me.

 I took in the 6'3" tanned body in front of me.  He was
 absolutely beautiful.  And the fully erect cock that
 peeked out from the leg of his loose shorts was even
 more so.

 Never taking his eyes from mine, he hooked his thumbs
 into the waistband of his shorts and slipped them off,
 kicking them across the kitchen floor.

 "Oh, Josh..." I breathed, completely excited at the
 prospect before me.  I grinned back at the nude hunk
 of manflesh and stretched my legs out toward him.  He
 grasped my ankles and pulled me toward him til my ass
 was on the edge of the counter.

 "What you got under that Pleasantville skirt, young
 lady?" He stepped into the vee of my legs, running his
 hands up my calves, under my knees and smooth thighs.
 "Let's have a look..."  Kneeling down on one knee, he
 hooked my legs over his shoulders.  His blond head
 ducked under the frothy crinoline, then popped out
 quickly.  "Wow!"  His eyes sparkled up at me.  "You're
 so... smooth!" His head disappeared again and I waited,
 holding my breath, waiting for his next move.

 I felt his big fingers gently petting my shaven pussy.
 A finger slipped lightly between my labia - I could
 feel my moisture spreading.  "and you're so...  wet!
 Mmmmm"  his tongue flicked lightly, his fingers
 spreading my swollen slit. His nose made contact with
 my clit, sending a shock through my body.  I gasped,
 my knees coming up off his shoulders of their own
 volition.   A finger thrust directly into my pussy.
 His head reappeared.  "Oh Karey...  I..."  

 I pulled his upper arms, urging him to his feet.  He
 stood in front of me.  I wrapped my legs around his
 slim waist, pulling him to me.  I reached down to guide
 his cock to my waiting pussy.  He entered me slowly at
 first, staring deeply into my eyes.  We both reveled
 in the magical moment of the meeting of the flesh.

 Then with a small groan and his head thrown back, he
 thrust the full 8 inches of his cock into me, filling
 me up as I had seldom been filled before.  My legs
 wrapped tightly around his waist and my arms around
 his neck, impaled firmly on his cock, he pulled me
 from the countertop and laid me right in the middle
 of the kitchen floor.  I laid there for a moment,
 stunned at the sight of this beautiful boy over me,
 then rocked up to meet his thrust.

 He buried his burning cock in me to the hilt, pulling
 out slowly and thrusting back.  What a fit, I thought,
 breathing with the rhythm of our fucking. I could feel
 the hard ridge of his cock rubbing the sensitive spot
 in my pussy, the tip of it hitting the top, hard.

 I heard his breathing become rapid and harsh, and I
 tightened my muscles, milking his cock.  His balls
 slapped against my ass as he thrust harder and faster.
 I felt the wave coming on me.  I looked into his eyes
 and knew he was close too.  "Yes," I whispered, "yes,
 Josh, oh yes."  The wave crashed over me, my back
 arching up off the floor.  I felt my pussy contract
 and contract at the same time as his cock throbbed
 with his last powerful thrusts.  I could feel his hot
 cum fill my hole, his face buried in my breasts.  We
 both laid still for a few minutes, catching our breath.
 I gently squeezed my pussy muscles, massaging his
 fabulous cock.  I kissed his forehead, brushing his
 hair off of his sweaty forehead.  

 "Wow."  He breathed.  

 "Really wow," I replied.  I didn't want to move from
 this position, his softening cock inside me.  But
 eventually, we did.  We stood, and moved around and
 retrieved discarded shorts.  I got in a quick, sweet
 lick, taking his now flaccid cock in my mouth before
 he put it away. I love the taste of my pussy juice
 mixed with cum.  

 "Well!" he sighed, leaning against the counter. "Guess
 I ought to get that shirt, now..."  I stepped into him,
 winding my arms around his waist and lifting my face
 for a kiss. He obliged me, long, slow and sweet.
 "Mmmm...  Not bad for an old maiden lady," he quipped.

 "Not bad for a kid," I replied.  Something told me
 then that my yard would be well cared for the rest of
 that summer.

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