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Grass Cutting With A Plus - 4
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
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The final leg in the story created for EM. I hope it
doesn't disappoint. (FF, bd)
***
PREFACE: [Dedication] The first three parts of this
story were written for someone special. Unfortunately a
misunderstanding intervened before the finale. If you
find this EM I hope you are satisfied with the
conclusion. I have finally managed to overcome the
anger and find forgiveness for your hurtful [and very
wrong] assumption.
***
The woman sitting on her patio in the plastic chair
looking out over her lawn looked quite normal at first
glance. It wasn't until you noticed the fact that her
wrists were tied to the arms of the lawn chair with
stockings that the scene became unusual. Dianne closed
her eyes shortly after her teenaged torturer had
entered her house to "clean up". The home owner could
not stop the incessant replay of her lawn maintenance
worker's titillating show. There was a light drizzle
falling and somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled.
The woman strapped to the chair didn't hear the thunder
but was feeling something similar to it between her
legs. The gnawing feeling had subsided a little since
the spectacle of the teenaged temptress masturbating
ended. Dianne's pussy now ached. If only she could get
free of the improvised restraints securing her wrists
to the garden furniture she'd be able to relieve the
pressure. Sadly her best efforts had, thus far, been
useless. 'What if she just leaves me here? What am I
going to do?' she wondered as the panic returned.
Inside the house the naked teenager was feeling quite
smug. 'I guess I showed her who's boss' she concluded.
In the downstairs powder room Victoria ran some warm
water in the sink and wiped her ejaculate off her
slender young thighs. When she reached her hairless
vulva the warm cloth reawakened the urges she'd been
enduring all day. Masturbating in front of her boss had
been an act of vengeance. The fact that she had
achieved an orgasm was evident from the clear juice she
was cleaning off her legs. The young woman was learning
that orgasm and satisfaction were not necessarily
synonymous. Her pussy was telling her it needed more
and she knew just where to get it.
Dianne would not have believed that only ten minutes
had passed when her captor re-emerged from the house.
The sight of the naked teenager reignited the fire
under the navy blue miniskirt. Vicki bounded down the
steps and the captive woman marveled at the resilient
bounce of the beautiful young knockers with the fleshy
pink mushroom caps on top. "Have you learnt your
lesson?" the gorgeous visage demanded standing directly
in front of her prisoner.
"Oh Vicki I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" the distraught
older woman wailed and the tears began to flow. Whether
they were tears of frustration, tears of fear or tears
of remorse really didn't matter; they accomplished the
mission. Victoria discovered that she wasn't as
merciless as she wanted to be. Her heart was moved. She
brushed her boss's tears away and leaned down to
envelop the quivering mouth with her own. Their tongues
met in the tooth infested middle and danced like old
friends. Dianne's wrists pulled against the unyielding
nylon trying to embrace the elusive girl who parted
their kiss by sucking on her victim's bottom lip before
standing up.
The teenager threw a cushion from the adjacent deck
chair on the ground at Dianne's feet, and then knelt on
it. She reached under the short skirt, grasped the silk
underpants at the woman's hip and began to tug. Without
a thought the restrained woman shifted her hips forward
until only her coccyx was in contact with the plastic
chair. The removal of the panties was as smooth as
magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat. The teenager
tossed the saturated silk aside and hoisted Dianne's
thighs onto her shoulders. The tiny skirt folded out of
the way, revealing the pulsating vulva.
Vicki took a deep breath enjoying the intoxicating
fragrance on her way to applying her lips to the
overheated peach. Dianne was thrilled to the core and
amazed that instead of the electric jolt of a climax
she was expecting, she found herself surfing a wave of
pure delight. She seemed to be carried along on some
pleasure rocket that when on and on. The teenager
carefully avoided direct contact with the prominent
clitoris and concentrated lower down, lapping at and
sucking on the sweet juices. Simultaneously she reached
up and deftly untied the stocking holding her captive's
left wrist.
In an incredible display of concentration Dianne
managed to free her right hand. Unshackled, her hands
went immediately behind the girl's head and mashed the
tantalizing tongue and mouth against her soaring pussy.
The direct pressure on her love button combined with
Vicki twisting her head in an effort to be able to
breath sent the older woman over the edge.
Dianne thought the spasms might never end. They seemed
to subside but just when it seemed to be over a fresh
wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her. She knew she was
screaming and much, much later she would wonder what
her neighbors would think; right now there were only
two people in her world.
When she could feel her toes again, the nicely dressed,
if a little disheveled, woman in the lawn chair
realized the prize she had coveted for weeks was within
her grasp. In the most aggressive move she'd made in
years; maybe in her life, she launched herself forward
knocking her teenaged lover over. Two serendipitous
things happened. The first was that Vicki's knees were
sore, so she had lowered herself onto her hip while she
was eating her boss's kitty. If not for that Dianne's
forward thrust would probably have resulted in a
painful strain to the girl's legs as she was driven
onto her back.
The second fortuitous thing was the girl's head
clearing the patio stones and landing on the softness
of the saturated grass. When Dianne landed on top of
her wet dream the girl's head thumped onto the turf
with a squishy smack. If the chair had been a foot
further from the lawn the impact would have been
between the back of the Vicki's head and the unyielding
paving stones.
Vicki was shocked and winded as she lay on her back
looking up at Dianne's maniacal face. The older woman
was experiencing a torrent of feelings. First, by a
pussy hair, was lust; the surprisingly close second was
anger, no rage! She wanted to discipline the blonde
nymph for weeks of torment. Vicki's magnificent green
eyes were wide and fearful as her boss knelt over her.
The punishment she intended to administer was to bring
her young lawn maintenance employee to an orgasm that
she'd be tempted to tell her grand children about. Some
penalty! The older woman held the girl's wrists very
firmly and pressed them into the mud above her head.
Looking down at the tits that had enthralled her all
those weeks ago she paused to savor the victory. The
plump half ping pong ball caps of the firm cones were a
little pebbly and the center peg protruded just enough
to make its presence known. Dianne took the right one
in her mouth and sucked hard. The girl's screech
pierced her ears as she lashed the now very prominent
nipple with her tongue.
The once amazingly soft flesh of the areola puckered
and distended. The kneeling woman closed her teeth on
the thimble sized firmness she had created and applied
pressure; probably too much. Vicki screamed again as
she discovered the totally dumbfounding connection
between pleasure and pain. Just for an instant the
terrified girl thought 'Jesus what if she bites it
off!' she needn't have worried. Dianne pulled the
sensitive nipple out far enough to momentarily change
the shape of the connected breast tissue but then
released it allowing the impressive cone to snap back
to its original shape.
When she repeated the process on the teenager's left
tit she felt the girl's hips jerk upward against her
butt. Admiring the changes in Vicki's bright pink
nipples, she had to release the prone young woman's
wrists to grab the whole of the pliant cones with her
hands. Squeezing the firm ample flesh together she once
again attacked the projecting pegs this time with her
thumbs.
Vicki's recently freed hands were not idle. Her nimble
little fingers worked the buttons on the silk blouse.
In the seconds it took to accomplish the task her
vision had begun to blur. She blinked her big green
eyes rapidly trying to clear the haze. The sensations
the experienced woman was generating had resulted in an
urgent throb in her pussy.
The girl's hips were jerking and twisting against the
thin cushion that separated her ass from the hard
abrasive surface of the patio stones. As soon as the
older woman's top was open the teenaged fingers
captured the mature nipples through the lace of the bra
and she pinched as hard as she could. The bolt of
pleasure that hammered into Dianne's bubbling core
almost caused her to collapse. Victoria slipped her
fingers between the lace and the resilient flesh,
popping the smallish boobs out of their confinement.
Both women reveled in the manual tittie-play.
With the younger woman thrusting up and the older woman
pressing down their pubic mounds were making
tantalizing contact. The fleshy feeling was punctuated
by the hard sensation of the underlying pubic bones.
The angle of the contact brought their clitoral hoods
agonizingly close to each other but actual contact was
denied. The abundant girl juices and the single layer
of pubic hair provided by the woman on top lubricated
the connection. Dianne began to crawl backward
continuing to squeeze and fondle the pliable young
chest adornments.
She trailed her tongue down over the ridge of the
girl's sternum onto the soft skin of the teen's tummy.
Very slowly, pausing to kiss and lightly bite the
satiny flesh she made her way to the tiny indent of the
girl's navel. At about the same moment Vicki's arms
proved not long enough to retain contact with her
boss's dangling boobs. Her hands naturally migrated to
the back of Dianne's head. The teenager had never
considered her belly button to be an erogenous zone but
when the tongue tried to force its way in she realized
that it actually was.
When it came to erogenous zones the tantalizing mouth
was approaching downtown. Vicki was moaning softly as
her excitement grew. Her loins began to anticipate the
arrival of the probing tongue. She almost screamed in
frustration when the older woman detoured off the mid-
line path and continued her oral tributes out toward
the younger woman's hip bone, then down the top of her
thigh. Leaping the gap between the quivering girl's
legs she worked her way up the opposite thigh to the
line of her groin.
There she followed the natural trench toward Victoria's
aching and arching vulva. Slowly, around and around the
needy girlhood in ever tightening circles she went.
Vicki felt as though a vice was being tightened between
her legs. Just when she thought she would explode the
teasing tongue made a bottom to top swipe over her
weeping labia. The heat of the older woman's tongue and
the longed for intimate contact combined to send a
spike of pleasure through the teenaged pussy. The
girl's hands had been fairly passive on the back of her
tormentor's head, but now she pulled hard trying to
keep the blissful tongue on her. Dianne resisted the
pressure and made shallow incursions between the
delicate lips.
The furtive pokes from the talented tongue were
followed by the long swipes from bottom to top. The up
stroke hit the hood of her clit sending an extra jolt
each time. "Ugh... deeper, lick my clit!" the girl
demanded writhing under the gentle titillation. Dianne
complied, to a small degree. The upward swipe now
lifted the prepuce but still missed the glans by just a
fraction. For the tortured young woman this went on for
hours. In reality it was less than two minutes. The
pressure in her lower belly was becoming unbearable.
She could not get enough leverage to pull the
infuriating woman's head down and when she trust up
with her hips the tongue simply retracted denying the
urgently needed penetration.
When her lover's hands abandoned her breasts, the
cessation of stimulation was unacceptable. The kneeling
woman had been constantly thumbing the girl's tender
peaks and gently scraping the very tip of the rigid
nipple with her nail. The titillation of the taunt
strawberries had been playing like background music to
the unendurable teasing of her pussy. Vicki replaced
her lover's hands with her own. She was much more
aggressive, squeezing and pinching the sensitive buds,
then pulling outward hard enough to distort the shape
of the magnificent plump cones they sat atop.
The rougher treatment of her boobs combined with the
feeling of Dianne's fingers parting her labia started
the rhythmic surging in her uterus. The older woman
recognized the unmistakable signs of the impending
climax, and knew the teenager had passed the point of
no return. At that moment she latched her lips around
the over stimulated clitoris and began sucking and
swirling it in her mouth. Simultaneously she thrust two
fingers deep inside the heaving girl and pulled up
against the anterior wall of the spamming vagina.
Victoria was quite sure her head had exploded. The
three points of stimulation, her nipples, her clit and
her undiscovered 'G' spot, caused an eruption the like
of which she could never have imagined. The blinding
flash of light on the inside of her closed eye lids
quickly morphed into all the colors ever seen. The
rapidly changing spectacle was punctuated by brilliant
sparkling points of pure white light. Her brain was
sending a continuous stream of conflicting commands to
her muscles. Every part of her seemed to be twitching
and jerking in a different direction. At the same time
her skin was prickling. Her nervous system overloaded
and everything went black.
In the serenity of the after glow they both gazed
across the un-mowed and glistening grass. Beams of
sunlight broke through the cloud cover producing a
magnificent rainbow on the horizon. To Victoria it
represented forgiveness for her sinful tormenting of
her summer employer. To Dianne it symbolized a wealth
she had never known. Her honey pot of gold lay beside
her and she felt an unwarranted sense of security.
END
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