George walked round the corner of the house and stopped in his tracks. She was stark bollock naked.
She was face down on a blanket sunning herself in the late spring warmth, her arms above her head and legs slightly apart. Sun glasses and tan lotion were within her reach. Then he noticed she was in fact wearing a skimpy cream coloured bikini that tied up at the hips, her top was lose and lay under her great body. She had plump buttocks 'built for squeezing and spanking' thought George hungrily. At seventeen years old Vicky was well aware of the affect she had on the male of the species.
She and her younger sister were the apple of their parent's eye. They had no idea just how promiscuous their daughters were.
The thirty three year old George was a big powerful man who couldn't read or write and although slow witted had an affinity with anything that grew in soil. The secluded garden was neat and a riot of colour, fresh vegetables grew in the bottom part of the garden separated from the flower garden by a hedge of privet.
"Good morning George. Lovely day don't you think?" Vicky raised one shoulder as she spoke to him knowing full well she would expose a nipple of her good sized breast. She saw with satisfaction his eyes focus on it.
"Good morning Miss," George mumbled as he shambled past her heading for the tool shed. Vicky smiled when she saw an erection in his jeans, her giant ego had been satisfied. George knew her parents were away for the day and Milly was at school as Vicky should be. Two weeks ago she had the house to herself and his coffee was late so he had walked to the kitchen window and seen her face down on the table with a young man between her legs fucking her hard. Vicky had waved when she saw him, her partner had grinned and said something that made Vicky laugh, they didn't falter in their activity.
George exited the shed with a pair of shears to trim the privet. It didn't need it but if that shameless hussy was going to flash her tits.. .he hesitated on seeing she had changed position. She was sitting up, facing him still bare breasted, with her sunglasses in place. George groaned, her breasts were made to be fondled, squeezed, licked and sucked.
Vicky had decided to have some fun with George, with her sunglasses on she could watch his reaction without him knowing. She put a blob of sperm like lotion in the palm of each hand and gently massaged it onto her breasts watching George all the time. She did it slowly and sensually, sometimes squeezing her flesh between her fingers and tweaking her nipples. George momentarily stopped clipping the hedge to enjoy the sight. Another blob was squeezed on to her stomach which she rubbed in with one hand. Her fingers moved lower and lower until they went inside her bikini. Her knees parted.
George watched her fingers moving under the cream fabric as she pleasured herself in full view. Her mouth was slightly open, the tip of her tongue poking out. She continued until she began to tremble. To George's dismay she suddenly stood up and walked towards the house; very graceful for one so young. He watched her until she disappeared.
Vicky walked down the lawn towards George carrying a long cold beer, making her breasts wobble for his benefit, her dark tresses bouncing. He was standing behind the waist high hedge, she would have to go round and join him to see his erection. He looked huge. A girl at school had claimed that a man who was weak in the head was strong in the cock. Vicky could believe it. "There you go George, I thought you looked hot and bothered."
"Thank you Miss Vicky," he mumbled. Her nipples were the same colour as her lips and standing proud of her areola. His uncontrollable eyes flicked from one to the other and down to her legs.
Vicky's eyes stared blatantly at the bulge in his trousers; it looked uncomfortable. While George's head was tilted back to drain the glass she wrapped her fingers round his shaft. George twisted his body away.
"No Miss Vicky. That ain't right."
"Oh George! Don't be silly I only want to touch it; it looks sooo nice." She placed her finger tips on his swollen cock head and ran them down his impressive length. George didn't flinch but his knees trembled. He couldn't believe a beautiful school girl wanted to touch him. He looked round the garden quickly. "Nobody can see us George." Her playful hand felt for his zip. His hand held her wrist before the zip was half way down.
Vicky was surprised at first and then annoyed, no man had ever, ever refused her. Vicky got angry. "George I only want to look at it. If I don't then I will tell Daddy you have been spying on me while I've been sun bathing and that you tried to touch me where you shouldn't. If you do then I will show you mine."
Vicky pushed her hand inside his boxers and extracted his manhood. Her eyes widened. She had never seen anything like it before let alone taken one in her pussy. Seven inches of viened shaft was topped by a huge purple gland. The strong throb of his pulse excited her. She was annoyed at being turned on by such an ugly man. "It's my fault you have an erection George, let me be the one to demolish it."
Vicky's hand slid up and down his weapon occasionally squeezing the head, she set up a steady rhythm. George's hand reached for a breast. It was Vicky's turn to twist away, "Don't you dare touch me George or I will leave you to do this yourself." She stood on tip-toe and whispered in his ear, "you would like to fuck me wouldn't you George?" Vicky giggled, "feel this big hard cock push deep into my soft eager pussy? It would hurt me George, you would like to hurt me wouldn't you?"
George felt the sperm stirring in his balls. He started to gasp. As he did so Vicky released her grip." Must stop now , my hand aches." she said. George grabbed his tool and started to pump vigorously until ropes of sperm hit the hedge dripping of the foliage while Vicky watched on in amusement. She took the glass of him and walked away.
"Cruel bitch, bitch," hissed the angry George to himself.
Vicky sat down again and yelled "George!" she unfastened her bikini and exposed her pubic delta, gripping her legs behind her knees, she yelled again " I keep my promises." She rolled back and spread her knees opening her labia and the pink petals within. She giggled and refastend her bikini and lay back in the sun with her knees up and flopped open.
George looked to the west and saw the clouds climbing ever higher with their deep purple base. There was a distant rumble of thunder. He looked back at Vicky, 'God that had been a nice pussy,' he thought; 'plump lips, the insides glistening with dampness in the sunlight.' George continue to clip the hedge with no conviction, he couldn't get his mind of the little tramp.
Vicky looked at her watch and stirred herself. George looked at his, nearly eleven, time for his coffee.