The gardener got her

CHAPTER SEVEN

Now Lucy wasn't at all sorry that her husband was going to be late. It gave her a chance to make it with this very attractive assistant. She and Greg rushed to the master bedroom and dived onto the king-size bed.

It was hard to believe that she'd lost her virginity in that bed just twenty-four hours ago. She'd been a very different person then, modest and shy and repressed. Now she couldn't get enough sex, and she didn't mind admitting it. She snuggled up to Greg, rubbing her naked body against his.

"Christ, Lucy, I'm afraid Howard isn't giving you enough!" Greg exclaimed.

"It was great last night," she sighed, "and it started off pretty good this morning, but then he had to leave for the studio. He hasn't been back since, and I've been climbing the walls."

"What you need is a guy chained to your bed," Greg chuckled, "but I'll do my best to help you out."

He took her hand and set it on his cock. She curled her fingers around the fat slab of meat and started pumping it. Greg slipped a hand between her legs and started playing with her clit, rolling it between his fingers. It felt exciting, but she really didn't need the encouragement. She was hot and lusty already.

She thought of all the exciting things she and Howard had done in that bed the night before, and she shivered with longing. She wished Howard was with her right now. She still preferred him to any other man. But if she couldn't have him, she wasn't going to sit around lonely and frustrated.

She didn't want to cheat, but she just couldn't contain her boiling lust. It had to find an outlet. Maybe Howard knew that, and that was why he'd left her the book on masturbation. Playing with herself had been fun, but it was no substitute for a man's loving.

Thinking about that book, though, she giggled and reached for the bedside table drawer.

"Look at this," she said, taking the book out and handing it to Greg. "Howard left me this as a present. Some wedding gift, huh?"

With his free hand, Greg started flipping through the pages, looking at the big color photos of the pretty girl playing with herself. All of a sudden his cock ballooned in Lucy's fist. He was getting wickedly aroused by those photos. Lucy didn't blame him. She'd had the same experience.

"Did you try any of this stuff?" Greg asked hoarsely.

"Yeah, it was fun," Lucy said with a mischievous grin.

"Show me," he begged, leering at her.

Twenty-four hours ago Lucy would have died of shame before she'd grant a kinky request like that. Now it didn't bother her at all. It sounded like naughty fun. She laughed, then rolled away from Greg, to the center of the huge bed. She bent and spread her legs, showing him her moist pink pussy.

She proceeded to demonstrate for him everything she'd learned from the book. Using her index finger stiffly, she massaged her little clit, rubbing up and down with her fingertip. Soon she was creaming heavily, the hot sticky juice trickling down her ass crack.

"Mmmmm, yeah, that feels wild!" she gurgled.

"Don't stop!" Greg croaked.

His prick was so engorged, it hugged his belly and drooled. His eyes were practically popping out of his head as he watched his boss's cute little bride masturbating right in front of him. The guy had been around, but he'd still never seen anything quite this outrageous.

When her clit felt ready to explode with pleasure, Lucy slid her finger lower, massaging the swollen folds of her cream-soaked cunt. Everywhere she touched herself it felt great, but there were some spots that were more sexy-feeling than others.

Right now she longed for something hard in her cunt. Switching fingers, she started easing her middle finger into the steaming slippery little hole. She felt instant thrills as she crammed her own hungry cunt. Greg watched bug-eyed, his breathing fast and harsh.

"Oooooh, yeah!" Lucy gurgled.

Right before his lust-glazed eyes the little brunette began finger-fucking herself. Using her finger just like a cock, she pistoned it stiffly up and down in her dripping pussy, giving herself steady pangs of pleasure. She creamed heavily, drenching her whole hand.

"Mmmmmm, shit, mmmmm!" she moaned.

"Can you get off that way?" Greg asked hoarsely.

"Ummmm, yeah, easy!" Lucy sighed. "You wanta see?"

"No, I wanta do it to you," he said.

He drew her hand away, and her cream-soaked finger popped from her greedy wet cunt. Quickly he inserted his middle finger instead, and Lucy responded with a happy gurgle because his finger was thicker than hers. She rode the pistoning digit with delighted squeals.

"Oooooh, yeah, do it to me, Greg, make me come!" she cried.

Creaming all over his hand, she let him finger-fuck her steadily toward climax. Panting, her eyes half shut, she reached out dizzily and rubbed his cock with her fingertips. She got some of his leaking juice and brought it to her lips, sucking her fingers for the special salty taste. Greg watched her do that, and he went wild.

"Oh, Christ, enough kid stuff!" he groaned.

He whipped his dripping finger out of her cunt and rolled on top of her. She eagerly spread her legs as wide as she could, and he socked his massive rock-hard prick into her tiny but slippery cunt. She arched her petite body to take his meat as deep as she could.

"Ooooh, shit, yesssss!" she wailed. "Get into meeeeee!"

"Unnnhhhh, Jesus, so fuckin' tight!" he groaned.

As Greg sank his cock into Lucy's fever-hot little fuck hole, Mike the handyman was on his way down the hall with his toolbox. There was a faucet in the guest bathroom which he'd been meaning to fix for a long time now. Incidentally he hoped he'd run into Lucy.

Mike couldn't forget their loving beside the pool. He didn't want to lose his job or hurt Lucy's marriage, but he sure hoped they could get together again. He thought maybe if he came by that evening pretending to work, Lucy would get ideas and they'd end up in bed.

But Lucy was nowhere to be found. The house seemed to be empty. Mike decided just to fix the faucet and leave, but as he passed the door of the master bedroom he heard a sudden moan that made him freeze in his tracks. It was, a young woman's voice, hoarse and full of pleasure.

"Unnnhhh, shit, yessss, fuck meeeeee!" Lucy wailed.

Mike reddened. Had he made a colossal blunder? He'd been so sure Howard Benton wasn't home. After years of working for the guy, Mike knew the signs – no sportscar in the garage, no music playing in the house, no chatter. But obviously Lucy was in bed with somebody.

"Baby, I can't believe how tight you are!" a male voice growled.

It wasn't Howard's voice. Mike was sure of that. Howard had a very distinctive voice, known to millions of viewers, and this wasn't it. Which meant that his brand-new bride was in bed with another guy. Mike felt both angry and curious. Naturally he had to find out who the guy was.

He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it very slowly and carefully, not making a sound. He got the door open a crack, just enough so he could see the king-size bed. He looked in and barely suppressed a jealous snarl. He knew the guy, all right. It was Greg Anderson, Howard's chief assistant.

Greg and Lucy were naked on the enormous bed. Greg was on top of her, lying between her widely spread legs, fucking her like crazy. His trim ass knotted and jerked and their naked bodies slapped together. Lucy was clawing at his shoulders, and her pretty face was all contorted with pleasure.

"Unnnnhhhhh, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeeee!" she moaned.

Mike felt his cock stiffen. It happened so fast, he almost yelped. He looked down and saw that his big prick was trying to batter its way out of his jeans. He'd never spied on anybody making love before, and he couldn't believe what a powerful turn-on it was.

He felt angry and jealous, too, but mostly he felt insane lust as he watched Greg fucking little Mrs. Howard Benton. He was sure Greg had come with some other purpose in mind and then had picked up on Lucy's hot need. Mike had had the same thing happen to him. The girl was dangerous.

But you couldn't resist her. There she was, young and beautiful and horny out of her mind, just aching for a man to give her some relief. Mike had been glad to help out, and now Greg was doing his bit to soothe the boss's lusty young wife. Mike couldn't blame him for that.

He relaxed, grinning, as he watched them fuck. He really couldn't be jealous of Greg, since they'd both done the same thing in the same situation. Besides, it was a real adventure to be watching an attractive young couple fuck. Mike got off on it. He wasn't about to stop spying. The only distraction was his almost painful hard-on.

"Oooooh, God, honey, do it harder!" Lucy whimpered. "Fuck my brains out, Greg!"

"I'll sure try!" Greg panted, leering up at her.

He speeded up, fucking her in high gear, and now Mike could hear a lewd sucking noise made by Greg's thick cock as it reamed out Lucy's hot cream. Mike could also hear the bed creaking and the steady slap-slap of naked bodies coming together. It was all driving him wild.

He wanted to slip out his cock and jack off, but a few seconds later he had a better idea. It was such a good idea that he grinned like a fiend. This time wasn't quite right, but in a few minutes he was going to show Greg and Lucy what a real party was like.

Meanwhile he stored up his hot lust as he watched the young couple fucking at each other like rutting animals. Lucy had squeezed her eyes shut and bared her teeth in a lusty grimace. She was teetering on the brink of climax but greedily holding it back, prolonging the delicious sensations of fucking. Greg fucked into her like a pile driver.

"Oooooh, shit, I love it!" she wailed.

She arched her slim body till her ass left the bed, greedily rubbing her clit against Greg's jackhammering shaft and taking his meat clear to her womb. A second later she stiffened, gasped, and then began to convulse hard as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"Ooooooh, you did it to meeeee!" she howled. "I'm cominggggggg!"

Greg groaned when her tiny cunt went into squeezing spasms around his meat, but he managed not to come. He wasn't through having fun with her yet. Mike could sure understand that. Greg went on fucking Lucy hard and fast as she came, and finally she flopped back limp and gasping.

"Ummmmm, Greg, that was so good!" she, gurgled.

"Want some more?" Greg asked.

Are you kidding? Mike thought. She wants all she can get.

"Oh, yeah!" Lucy cried eagerly.

Greg rolled off her and flipped her into the doggy position. She looked so inviting on her hands and knees, with her cute little ass up in the air. Mike had a wild urge to charge in there and cram his cock into her before Greg could get to her.

But he had a better plan than that, and it involved a little patience. If he just waited for the right time, he could really have an adventure, a jackoff fantasy come true. Trying to ignore his achingly swollen balls, he remained out of sight, spying. Greg knelt behind Lucy and started easing his steel-hard long cock into her cunt.

"Unnnhhh, yeah, get into me!" Lucy moaned, clawing the bed. "Give me every inch of that big thing!"

Mike shivered with longing as he listened to her lust-hoarse voice. He remembered her moaning like that for him, begging for his cock, drenching it with her molten cream in her near-virgin cunt. He ached to fuck her again – and he knew he was going to get his wish. His plan couldn't fail.

Right now, though, he had to watch another guy fucking her, and he had to admit he didn't mind at all. Maybe he was some kind of pervert, but he was really getting off on spying. He focused on Greg's massive blue-veined cock as it hammered in and out of Lucy's dripping fur-fringed pussy hole.

"Unnnhhh, yeah, fuck it to me!" Lucy babbled, clawing hard at the bed. "Fuck me forever, honey!"

She was just the horniest little thing Mike had ever seen, and he could tell that Greg was pretty amazed by her, too. Here she'd just married one of the sexiest men in the country, a guy who'd had hundreds of women, and even he couldn't keep her satisfied. One man wasn't enough for her.

She'd fucked Howard that morning. She'd said so. Then she'd made it with Mike, and now she was getting it on with Greg, all in the space of twelve hours. That was one horny lady, all right. By now she must have lost track of her orgasms, but she was greedily working toward another one.

"Faster!" she whimpered. "Harder!"

Greg was red-faced with effort by now as he pounded his cock into her ever-hungry pussy. His flat belly smacked loudly against her ass, and she had to dig her nails into the bedspread to keep from being knocked over by the impact. But she sure wasn't complaining about his roughness. She loved it.

"Yeah, that's it, you big bastard, fuck the living shit out of me!" she groaned. "Ohhh, shit, yesssss!"

Mike almost came in his jeans just listening to her. He knew her tiny cunt was scorching hot now, greedy and squeezing. Greg must be ready to shoot ten gallons of come. But he was trying to bring Lucy along with him when he came, and he didn't have much longer to wait.

He went into high gear, pounding his cock into her as fast and hard as he could, and a second later she threw back her head and howled in ecstasy. Her petite body convulsed. Greg moaned, shuddered, and yelled as her spasming cunt clamped around his prick and triggered his climax.

"Oooooooh, shit, baby, you did it, I'm comingggggg!" Lucy wailed.

"Take my load, baby – unnnggghhhh!" Greg bellowed.

It was time for Mike to make his entrance. He'd waited patiently for just the right moment, and this was it. The way he figured it, Greg would be temporarily fucked out, but Lucy would still be hot and horny. Greg might not be glad to see Mike, but Lucy would be.

He walked into the room grinning, and the couple froze.

"Hi, folks," Mike drawled. "I heard you having a party in here, and I decided to invite myself. I hope that's okay with both of you."