Boyd Agate
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10.24.04

Marcy and the Gardener

Marcy watched the new gardener as he worked at the trellis. It was another hot, Southern California day and the big black had stripped off his thin, cotton work shirt. From behind the blinds Marcy felt the breath catch in her throat, as the muscles rippled all across the workman's broad, ebony back. It was his first day working in the big rear yard and Marcy hadn't been able to keep her eyes off him for a single moment. What was it he had said his name was? 'Sonny', that was it. Marcy allowed her long fingers to stroke across her ample bosom and then, as Sonny stretched up to crop the tangled creeper and she saw the sweat sparkle in the hair under his arms, she cupped each suddenly aching breast in her palms and gasped. Quietly of course, like a snake hissing, but nonetheless, loudly enough to be heard by her husband sitting only a few feet away.

Malcolm shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His narrowed eyes followed his wife's frankly hungry gaze to watch as Sonny cast aside the branch he had just severed. Marcy turned to face her husband. The thirty-something, pretty blonde nipped her top lip between her pearly teeth and looked imploringly at her slender spouse. "You know what I'm thinking don't you, hun'" she said at last, "no-one will ever find out, and you now how much I've always wanted to do it with a black." To Malcolm's knowing ear, Marcy's voice sounded wheedling and slightly desperate. "He's really well hung, can you see, darling?" Marcy breathed hotly. Malcolm glanced sidewise at Sonny through the wooden slats and had to agree with his wife's lubricious assessment. Either Sonny was hung like a bull, or he had his lunch-box hidden down the front of his pants. Malcolm was snapped back to reality by Marcy's next words, "just for a little while, darling, just so that we can say I've had a really large cock inside me, just this one time, baby." The blood pounding in his ears, Malcolm felt himself beginning to nod slowly. The highly paid stockbroker was reputed to be the most ruthless and clinical operator on the trading floor, but here, at home, looking at his beautiful, importunate spouses greedy expression, he could refuse her nothing ' he never could.

When Sonny came for his money, Marcy invited him inside and handed him a cold beer. The big black looked around the fancy lounge and marvelled at the size of the place, at the same time keeping half an eye on Marcy's nice, big, rolling ass as she crossed the room barefooted to the antique bureau where she kept her purse. Sonny drained quickly the bottle and swapped the empty for the sheaf of bills the nice, white lady held out to him. The gardener wondered where the skinny little husband had gone, but from the way the hot bitch was eyeing him up, the husband must have split. Marcy touched Sonny on the bicep with her index finger and drew a line in the sweat covering the skin. "You look all hot and sticky," she smiled, "let me get you a towel." Sonny grinned as Marcy came back into the room and began to wipe his chest and arms with the fluffy material. "Gosh," she said somewhat breathlessly, "that's quite a physique you've got yourself there, mister." Sonny nodded, his grin broadening as he took the towel from Marcy's small hands and said, "you look like you got quite a sweat on yourself, Mrs Morgan. Why don't you let me wipe you down now, hn?" Marcy felt her belly flip and her vulva begin to run with juice as Sonny's dark, dark eyes plunged into her creamy white cleavage and she realised that she had'indeed begun to sweat. As if in a dream, Marcy slipped the peasant style top over her head and stood motionless while Sonny rubbed slowly and carefully at her glowing flesh. His big, workman's hands covered her meaty breasts as he fondled her through the thick cotton and then he threw away the towel and pulled her elasticated brassiere down to liberate her suddenly aching gourds, but his hands just kept on going until he had stripped her short, denim skirt down over her wide hips and he threw off the handful of clothes to leave her standing naked and quivering before him.

Marcy thought she was going to die of pleasure. Sonny may have been a young man, but his giant-like, body builder's physique and confident way of handling her made her belly pump in and out and her nipples harden into bullet like points. Marcy placed her palms flat on Sonny's pecs, feeling his heart slamming as he pulled her to him with his big hands gripping her generous rump. Marcy allowed her head to fall backward and welcomed Sonny's big, thick lipped mouth closing down over hers and as he thrust his tongue into her mouth the blonde closed her lips around the writhing serpent like organ and sucked hungrily on it. Marcy was shameless, sucking and kissing at him in a flurry of wild, sensuous emotions as he ground his crotch into her belly. Sonny swept his hands up the white woman's, long, smooth back until his palms rested upon her narrow shoulders. Marcy needed only the pressure of his hands resting there before she allowed her legs to buckle and fell to her knees before him. Her fingers suddenly quick and shaking, Marcy deftly undid the draw cord holding up Sonny's shorts and dragged the thin material down over his heavily muscled thighs.

Even though Marcy had dreamt of a moment like this for years, the sight of the hugely erect, black cock suddenly bouncing free in front of her face took her breath away. Marcy folded her fingers around the wide base, steadying Sonny's massive organ and squeezing it in her small fist so that a thick, glistening bead of pre-cum leaked out onto the dark glans. Marcy bent her head and lapped up the delicious, salty essence. The housewife whinnied in the back of her throat like a foal, as she then opened her mouth to its full extent and took in the bulging cock-head, nursing on it, revelling in her pleasure as Sonny thrust out his pelvis and exhaled a harsh gust of breath. The black allowed the pretty white woman to fellate him for several minutes before he pulled his cock out of her busy mouth and joined her on his knees facing her. Hungrily, the workman squeezed her breasts in his hands like two babies bottles until the broad, pink aureoles bulged outward and he was able to suckle at them like a starving infant. Marcy threw back her head and tossed her long auburn curls wildly, moaning loudly, her mouth wide open as she enjoyed the semi-rough treatment. Suddenly impatient to feel the gardener's monster cock inside her, Marcy lay back on the thick pile carpet and pulled Sonny down after her. The younger man new exactly what Marcy wanted and quickly positioned himself between her gaping thighs as she opened herself for him. Eagerly, she seized Sonny's big, tightly knotted ball-sack in one small palm and his bulging, be-veined rod in the other. Marcy had been wetting herself ever since the big black had entered the yard and so by now, her juices were running feely from her well defined labia and the insides of her thighs were gleaming and drenched with juice. So much so, that as soon as Sonny's massive cock-head touched her vulva, she seemed to suck the iron hard piston straight up inside herself and the unlikely lovers immediately began to hump against each other in a hot grunting tangle of heated flesh.

Sonny was proud of his physique and also very happy to find himself fucking such an attractive, older woman as Mrs Morgan. The powerful young black slammed himself into Marcy's mature sex as hard as he could, marvelling at how smooth and yet how tight she felt around his aching meat. Like ' like ' hot, liquid velvet'he though, as the ever so grateful, sweating Marcy craned her neck to take one of his nipples into her mouth and worried the hard bud between her teeth. I answer, Sonny arched his spine and continued to pump away, determined to give the horny old white bitch the ride of her life.

It was then that Malcolm made his re-appearance. Watching her stealthy and naked husband's silent approach from beneath the madly thrusting Sonny's right armpit, Marcy wrapped her calves around her lover's lower legs and held them down, as Malcolm sank to his knees and pushed his face between Sonny's thighs so that he could lick at the big, dancing ball sack. Sonny was concentrating so hard on the incredible sensations flying up and down the length of his rigid cock-meat, that it took him several seconds to realise that Malcolm had returned and now had his thin, white face pushing between his plunging buttocks and one of his balls in his busily sucking mouth. As Sonny began to protest, Marcy quickly wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and held him with sudden and surprising strength. At the same time she glued her mouth to his and rammed her tongue into his mouth, writhing the slender pink tip against his and simultaneously squeezing her vaginal muscles around his shaft in a'firm, milking motion. Despite himself, Sonny hesitated. The incredible sexual hunger of the women rutting beneath him seemed to hold him as if in a bear trap, although, in truth he could easily have thrown her off, such was his strength. Sonny closed his eyes and delayed for another few seconds and then he relaxed, as Malcolm seemed to gobble up his entire scrotum in his mouth and nursed the huge bulge of flesh as Marcy continued to milk him dry. It was something that Sonny would never admit to, something he would never, never tell his body-builder pals; but if he kept his eyes tight shut and concentrated upon the gorgeous thirty year old busy fucking his brains out, then the weedy little shit sucking on his balls was, ' well, not half bad, if he didn't think about it, it made the fuck just that bit better. Hell! as Malcolm hollowed his cheeks around Sonny's big, throbbing balls, it made the fuck bloody magic!

It only took a mind shattering sixty seconds of such incredible stimulation for Sonny to achieve his orgasm and his spine arched in a tight rictus of ecstasy, as he fired his seemingly endless scalding load into Marcy's noisily sucking sex-chasm. The deluge of such copious and hot fluids was all Marcy needed to precipitate her own climax and as Sonny bellowed like a bull above her, the svelte blonde humped her hips against his and shrieked out her own unmistakable message of desire through tightly gritted teeth. For his part, Malcolm continued to nurse at Sonny's pumping scrotum, mashing the stone hard testes against his palate with his tongue in order to prolong the young black's orgasm and so enhance his beloved wife's own dark pleasure. Gradually, the fornicating couple's demented rutting slowed, and as their mutual moment faded, Malcolm allowed Sonny's musk laden balls to fall from his mouth. Marcy pushed the spent Sonny over and as the panting gardener rolled on to his back, his arm thrown across his eyes, as much to hide Malcolm from his sight as through exhaustion, Malcolm dipped his head and took the slowly fading phallus into his mouth and began to clean the still monstrous organ as his wife watched. Sonny allowed the strange, forbidden pleasure to enfold him for a few delicious minutes and then the spell was broken as he felt Malcolm guzzling lewdly at his flesh like a pig at a trough. Sonny heaved himself to his feet and Malcolm fell away as the black snatched up his shorts and with a confused and questioning look back over his shoulder at Marcy he staggered from the room.

A slow, wide smile spread across Marcy's sweating face and as Malcolm crawled toward her on his hands and knees she opened her knees once again and slipped her long, carefully manicured fingers into her pussy. Slowly, she peeled open the labia, to display the delicate, crimson folds, heavy and sticky with a thick blend of love juice and cum. With a deep sigh of gratitude, Malcolm fell into the offered crotch and began his final task of the day ' to clean up his wife's beautiful vagina, every bit of it must be cleaned and every drop of that black boy's plenteous semen had to be swallowed. Because Malcolm could quite simply refuse his beloved wife nothing.