J. Thorpe: The Gardener's daughter

She opened her eyes and looked down at me.

“Did that feel nice to you?”

She nodded, said, “No one has ever touched me like that before. Except me.”

“Now unbutton your shirt, please and put it with your jacket.” She started to do so fairly quickly, so I added, “Always go slowly to tease your lover. Remember that you are unwrapping the package that your lover views as a precious gift.”

“That makes it sound really nice.”

“It is really nice and you are one hell of a package, Yurenka.”

She continued unbuttoning her shirt and slowly took it off, looking quite embarrassed. I told her that she had such a great body that she should not feel the way she did. When the shirt joined the jacket her light brown skin made such a sharp contrast with her snow white bra that it was all I could do to keep from hugging her to me. Instead I said that I wanted to touch her breasts again. She nodded again and watched my hands approach her delicate young tits. Again I molded and plied and tweaked with her watching one, then the other of my hands on her virgin breasts.

“Now I want to move my hands around to your back and down to your ass so that I can feel your firm ass cheeks. Is that okay with you?”

“Is okay,” she could barely say and shivered as my hands slowly moved around from her tits to the center of her back, then slowly down to the small of her back, and finally on to her ass. I molded and felt her ass while watching her face. She was now standing with her hips slightly thrust toward me and her back arched, eyes closed, and a slight smile on her lips.

I said that I wanted to move one of my hands around to the front of her. She didn't say anything but opened her eyes and bent her head down to see exactly the movement of my left hand. Slowly I moved it around front, without breaking contact with her hip, and as my left hand slid in between her upper thighs to cup her pussy my right hand slid down to enter the space between the backs of her thighs. She made some sort of sound and I kept moving my hands around as if I was trying to touch her ass hole and massage her clit at the same time. She made it obvious that she liked what I was doing, sometimes looking down at my hand and sometimes closing her eyes and moving her head about.

It was while her eyes were closed that I said, “Take your bra off. I want to see your breasts.”

In what seemed like a dreamlike state, with me still manipulating her crotch with both of my questing hands, she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, shrugged it from her shoulders, caught it and dropped it on the couch.

I had never seen such young breasts in my life. Certainly not as a bashful and awkward teenager. Yurenka might someday have breasts as large as her mother, but now they were “B” cup suckable and more than enough for this old man.

“Touch your breasts for me.”

She did as I requested, gladly it seemed, as I continued to manipulate her groin and she ground her groin into my hands.

“Would you lean forward a little so I can kiss your lovely nipples?”

She bent forward and watched my mouth fasten onto her left nipple as she continued to gyrate on my hands. Her nipple was small but hard. We both enjoyed my sucking action, her because she was moaning again. Just as I switched to her other nipple I asked, “Would you unbutton your jeans and lower the zipper for me?”

The instant my left hand left off pushing up into her clothed pussy and started sliding down inside her jeans to rub her pussy through her panties she started coming. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I had to help her support herself and she still almost fell on top of me. Now I had to move faster to keep the momentum going. When she seemed in some control again I moved her to sit beside me on the couch and pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She was making sounds and blurred words and rolling her head like she was still in the throes of orgasm. The panties followed the jeans to be bunched up at her ankles. I didn't know if she could come three times in an hour but the time to find out was now before she got back on earth. I slid her forward so that her butt was on the edge of the couch, lifted her legs up high, forced her knees apart and knelt at her hot crotch.

Looking up at her face between her bent legs I said to her unfocused eyes: “Yurenka. Look at me. Mira! Watch what I'm going to do. Do you know what I'm going to do?”

She nodded and let out a, “Yes”.

“What am I going to do? Yurenka?”

Looking up from her pussy to my face she said, “You're going to lick my pussy.” She said it without pause.

“Yes, I'm going to put my warm mouth on your hot pussy and lick and suck you until you come again. Watch me. Feel my mouth on your cunt, Yurenka.”

I lowered my face into young teen heaven. She started moaning right away and her hands flew to the sides of my head. I tried to avoid her clit for a while but it was difficult because she was fucking my face with spasmodic movements. Pausing for a moment I wet my right thumb and my left middle finger. I pushed the thumb into her passage and started fucking her with it and started touching her ass hole with the finger.

Off she went.

She came for a long time and I tried to stay with her, keeping my face buried in her snatch, my thumb up her passage and my finger on her ass hole while she bopped and bounced all over. Finally she began calming. She looked like she had just come in from the shipwrecked Titanic. And, of course, she looked like a totally beautiful, totally fucked out young woman.

Yurenka left. She thanked me; profusely. I thanked her as well.. She said she would call in a couple of days unless she saw me Saturday.

Oh, I had plans for her, for the next time she came over and all the other next times, maybe two or three times a week if we could pull it off. Every visit I would show her something new, leading up to the prize: my taking her virginity.

As she rode off on her bike I asked myself how long I thought this could go on without a neighbor wondering what a young chick was doing in a house alone with an old guy like me. I'd probably pushed the limit, and needed to come up with Plan B.

It didn't take long for it to all come to a close.

And that's where I am right now.

I am lying on the ground, bleeding, and I know I don't have much time left.

You see, Saturday came and there was Gilberto, but he was alone, no family this time.

With shears in his hand, he approached me.

“Buenos dias, Gilberto,” I said.

Like a knife, he thrust the shears at my stomach and penetrated me like a dick.

I looked at the shears in my flesh, the blood, and then looked at Gilberto.

There was all the hate in the world in his eyes.

“For Yurenka,” he said, “for stealing her innocence. You deserve this, and I think you know that.”

He pulled the shears out of me and more blood gushed forward, I fell to the ground.

Gilberto turned and walked away. He got into his truck and left me there, here, to bleed on the ground.

I'm getting dizzy.

I look at the growing weeds and think: Who the hell will shear them now?

Oh, the weeds!

The damn weeds!

Fuck the weeds!

Oh, Yurenka! Yurenka, gentlemen, your swords risen!

And all I can think of is Yurenka and her sweet young cunt.

All I can think of is Yurenka and her wonderful tits.

I died for those things.

I died for lust, sirs!

Yurenka!

Did I deserve it?

Probably.

Was it worth it?

Possibly, just possibly…