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Again, we find ourselves in our little greenhouse, this time we were planting vegetable and cutflower seeds for spring planting. We talked about miracle of seeds as she helped plant the flats, but then she asked, “I know you’ve been working on botany class for gardeners…how’s that going?”
“Not bad, but I got a way to go yet…probably several hours and I should be done.” Using the orange tree in bloom, I ran through the parts of a complete flower, showing her the stamen and a pistil.
“I’m giving them an overview, going into pollination and seed formation…and how things are classified. I’m sure they all got this stuff in a biology class…and you probably did, too…but this flower’s biual with both male and female parts…a perfect flower. While some flowers are uniual, imperfect flowers with male or female parts.”
“So, I have an imperfect flower between my legs?”
“Well, that’s the concept…sort of…but not really because we’re animals…not plants,” I laughed, rubbing my crotch, “I’m in the same boat though with an imperfect flower.”
“A plant’s primary duty is to reproduce by developing seeds through ual reproduction. For a perfect flower to produce fruit or a seed, the female parts of a flower need to be pollinated with pollen from the male parts. The pollen fertilizes the ovule in the female part, and that ovule develops into a seed. The ovary forms a fruit containing one or more seeds.”
She nodded her head, “Rob, it’s hazy but I remember some of those terms…it sounds like you got a good start.”
“For the record, I love your imperfect flower…it’s like you have a tight pollen tube and style that I have to penetrate to fertilize or impregnate.”
She reached behind and trailed her fingers over the outline in my pants, giggling, “I’ve always thought you had a stamen with a nice thick filament that stays hard…and a big anther at the tip!”
“I think you’ve got that down…but I’m definitely up, and ready to go…and maybe fertilize a flower.
She grabbed the shaft through the fabric, savoring its girth, and stroking it, up and down. From day one, Tina was captivated, and I rolled my hips pumping the shaft through her grip.
Obviously, production had stalled as she sat the seed packet aside, cocking her head to look up at me. I was squinting and enjoying the hand on my growing erection, while my hands slid over the graceful curves of her hips. I explored every contour of her body, groping her ass, up over her waist and landing on her breasts.
Turning her to face me, I pressed my lips to hers, stroking her tongue with mine, as she eagerly parted her lips, and moaned into my mouth. Sliding the zipper down and loosening the belt, she anxiously wrapped her hand around the turgid flesh.
Already deliciously big and thick, it was still growing and stiffening. Feeling it pulse in her hand, she held it for a minute, savoring how hard and hot it was…she loved the heat…the throbbing…and the strength she felt in her man’s cock.
I watched her with my hands, still roaming, as she pushed my jeans to the floor. It stood more prominently, and she licked her lips, still savoring its girth and the way it arched upright from the base to a stout, succulent head.
She stroked it, awed by both, what it could do to her, and how she was making me tremble.
I teased her with a geeky line, “Are you ready for more seed…but this time it’s my seed?”
Grinning, “Oh god yes…fertilize my flower…plant that seed in me,” and shucking off her jeans, tossing them aside. I pushed her panties down, and she flipped them aside with her toe.
That’s when I caught up with things, “Fuckkkk…you shaved!”
She just grinned, as I spread her legs, grazing her skin with my tongue…anxious to explore her freshly shaven pussy, I trailed kisses down over her body…teasing her…and tasting her.
She leaned over the potting bench and the seed trays, as my tongue and fingers penetrated her, and teased her clit. I could feel her contract as if it was filled with cock and massaging its girth.
With my fingers pumping inside, she moaned as I teased the tiny bud, grinning, “Oh god, Tina that pussy is wet…and y as fuck, with no hair!”
I positioned myself behind her, and she groaned when she felt me spreading her open with the head. She pushed the seed trays off to the side, resting her elbows on the bench, anxious to be mounted…and seeded.
Despite the wet arousal, she was always tight at first, and you had to give it a little muscle. I remembered gaping her wide open, just a couple days ago…but she was just as tight as she was then. We did use lube most of the time, but she could go without it, if I took it slow. Plus, Tina was never a girl to let opportunity pass her by.
She grunted and looked back at me, as I pushed inside. Feeling the long, thick shaft sliding into her, sent ecstasy through her entire body…the sound of her moaning was intoxicating, and I could see she was good without lube.
I went very slow, watching my cock spreading her wide. When I started bottoming out, I ran my hands over her hips and up to cup both her breasts.
Feeling the groping caress, her body quivered, and she got a devilish smile, “Mmmm…plant that seed deep…fuck me good…yeah…yeah…ohhhh Robbbb!”
She groaned with soft, pleasured moans, as I pressed my hand over her skin, savoring the bulging penetrations. After a few minutes, it was coated with glistening arousal, giving my thrusts a sensuous, wet slurping, that filled the greenhouse.
Whenever I would grind deep, she savored how it felt to be stretched and filled by her man. Flexing her pussy, she gripped tight, yearning to feel every last inch of her man’s cock.
I groaned, holding her waist tight, and watching the solid erection disappear, over and over, “Oh god…Tina…yeah…yeah…that tight…that tight pussy!”
“Mmmm,” I trembled, watching the penetrations, and knowing I had to calm down. Overwhelming my senses, on every level. “Oh yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah…can’t get…can’t get any better,” I moaned softly. I found myself tipping my head back and trying to push things back with my thoughts.
I pumped with long, deep thrusts, nearly pulling out and driving it all back inside, grinding my hips into her butt. The thick arching shaft and crown massaged the walls of her pussy, and she turned her head and moaned, “Oh god…yeah…yeah, that can’t get any better…fuck me…fuck me just like that!”
My hands moved back up to grab hold of her breasts but, this time, she put a hand over mine, urging me to squeeze harder.
No problem…digging my fingers into the fleshy firmness, as my slow, deep thrusts quickened, plunging in and out and making delicious, wet slaps over her ass. Punctuating each thrust, I found myself grunting, “Uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…ohhhh yeah!”
Gripping her breasts tight, I held her tight, bathing her neck with my hot breath. She moaned, “Yeah…yeah…yeah, fuck me…fuck me hard, sweetie! Fill me with seed…fill me with your seed!”
I smiled, knowing I owned her pussy. She was mine to fill with fertile pleasure, and I started slamming her with more muscle, barely pulling out, and grinding deep.
“Oh godddd…yessss…yesssss…just like that!”
She was almost there and panted, “Oh god…god…so close!”
Then I pulled out and shoved my hand between her legs, pressing my cock over her clit.
Pumping my hips forward and to drag it over her clit. The ridge rubbed sensuously over the swollen bud…and I could feel its arousal.
I fucked her clit like that till the pleasure took her, and she was screaming. Her body stiffened as the waves came, again and again…and again.
As it subsided and she found her breath, reaching back to drag her hand over the shaft. Feeling its rockhard thickness and trailing her fingers over the head.
I pulled from her hand and shoved my cock back inside, making her throw her head back and moan. I started hard and fast, but she reached back and put her hand on my hip, “Oh god yessss…but let me…ahhhh…let me turn around and watch?”
She flipped herself around and jumped up onto the potting bench.
I pulled her closer to the edge and joined her in watching my cock slide back inside.
Moaning loud, she spread her legs wider, watching its girth part the puffy, glistening lips. She savored that beautiful moment…when her man’s cock is straining and pleasuring her in ways that only he could.
Her lips hugged the shaft, and they were being dragged in and out with my thrusts. Wanting it as deep as it would go, she fell back on her elbows as the pleasure spread through her body, wrapping her legs around my back, and pulling me tight.
I felt her dripping down my balls, while the sound of my cock, pumping though juice, filled our little greenhouse.
Driving into her, hard and deep, the only thing in my world was the flooding her pussy with gameteladen ecstasy.
I was grinding deep, dragging her insides with each thrust, and she begged me to drain my balls, “Yeah…yeah…cum inside me…cum inside me!” She felt orgasm building and started rubbing her clit.
Humping into her with grunts, “Yeah…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…close…close, baby girl…so… close!”
I remember it was throbbing, and I shoved it deep, spilling a big, fourday load into her belly.
“Yessssss,” she moaned, yessssssssssssss…cum in meeeeeee!”
I pulled out some and slammed back inside, to give her more. My whole body shook as I filled her, and the fertile warmth enveloped the shaft. I just wanted to bask in the warm release and the tight caress of her pussy.
It wasn’t but a few more sloppy thrusts, before I felt her tighten around my dick, and moan, “Rob…ohhhh Robbbbbb!”
As deep as I could go, my body pressed against hers, grinding her with all I had. Atop that potting bench, Tina shuddered with ecstasy, as her body surrendered to the animal pleasures…of breeding.
She felt my cock, still gently pumping as the orgasm faded, leaving her sated and breathless. She didn’t want to move, wanting to lay there for hours…hours with me between her legs, and buried deep.
Flashing back to the botany conversation, I thought the fertilization was complete…a female had been mounted and seeded. I started to pull out, but her grip felt so incredible, I shoved back into the warmth. “Wow, that was a big seeding”
“Wow is right…I’m still shaking…that…Rob, that was so awesome!”
She responded with a y giggle, “I love your male parts…you’re still nice and hard…a nice hard stamen!” She reached out to keep me inside and pumping her.
When I finally pulled out, cum trickled out, dripping onto the bench.
Looking down at the pool, she moaned, “Shit…I’m wasting all those little gametes!”
I poked the head back into her pussy, and she tipped her head back, as I sheathed myself again, grinning “No problem…I got more seed…and we got a long weekend, to plant more seed!”
Glowing with orgasm aftermath, we stood in the greenhouse, buck naked, going over our agenda for the weekend; we both had three days…and we were almost giddy about that. We just didn’t get that many long weekends together.
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From the kitchen window, Tina looked out over the morninglit garden, a vista of lush, somewhatordered jungle. Always evolving, but it was a perfect balance between nature and a garden, and she seemed focused on a couple birds just outside the window.
She was wearing her chucks with a cami and tiny shorts. I admired her glowing presence, and the feminine curves. It was one of those moments, where I just craved my wife…her scent…her taste…her spirit…and those eyes. Her gorgeous gray eyes were smoky, warm, and sensuous…they could make your mind go blank…not to mention her ass, in those shorts…that scrambled your brain.
I didn’t think she heard me, but she turned with a y smirk, “I know it’s still March, but the color in the garden this morning is especially beautiful. By the way, I like it when you ogle me, but tell me what these birds are, while you do it.”
“Even though you’re mine, I still admire how y you can be.”
She got a y smile, “Works for me…and I do the same to you, sweetie.”
Walking up to the window, I gave her bottom a little squeeze, “Nuthatch…they’re nuthatches.” Then I noticed how right she was…with the first hints of foliage and spring bloom, the garden was bathed in this dreamy warm light and the branches swayed with a soft breeze.
I shook my head, “It is amazing…and everything changes so fast this time of year.”
The last gurgles came from the coffee maker, and she grinned, “That sound is beautiful, too…the morning just got better.” She was looking into my eyes, with a y smile, “Honey, we should take a walk in the garden, with our coffee…but first.”
She was about to grab a cup and pour, but switched gears, nestling her face against my chest, breathing the scent of her man and coffee. With a y, mischievous smiled, she used both hands to pull off my shirt and toss it aside. “My turn to ogle you!”
Trailing her lips down over my chest and treasure trail, her lips anxiously greeted a familiar rise, and she pressed her face against it.
I flexed my hips, grinding her with the growing bulge, before pulling her up to my lips. When our tongues met, she shoved her hand into my shorts, to stroke it.
After some heated making out, she was undoing my pants and taking it out. Positioning the waistband under my balls, she started stroking the shaft with a big y smile.
I tipped my head back and moaned, “Yeah…mmmm…yeah, the morning just got better.”
The heat in her hand was irresistible; the allure of its weight and firmness…it was almost like steel. She felt a pulsing throb between her legs…with her pussy growing moist and flexing from the thought of having it inside.
She gave me a peck of a kiss, before leaning down to take it between her lips. I wanted her to go deeper, and she did, bobbing a little deeper, as if she heard my thoughts.
Stretching her mouth as wide as she could, she drove it deep, dragging those pillowy lips up and down the shaft. With her mouth full, she moaned into my hard flesh, “Mmmm…mmmm.”
“God damn…that feels good…yeah…yeah, suck all that dick!”
Then she went down, wrapping her lips around one of my nuts, filling her mouth with its pendulous weight. She swirled her tongue over the supple, stretched sac, as she felt me tremble from the sensation.
Looking up at the thick, towering cock, she couldn’t resist its pull, launching herself back down its length, with even greater urgency.
Looking into her y grey eyes, I could see the lust, that would define our morning.
Then pulling her lips from the spitsoaked shaft, she spoke softly, knowing the warm, creamy reward it promised, “Mmmm…I need something from you…before coffee! Let’s do it in the library.”
Arranging the pillows, and grinning, “You sit and let me ride…and then we’ll have coffee.” She giggled, “Cowgirl…and coffee!”
I nodded, grinning, “That’s perfect…you got a deal……but I wanna bury my tongue first.”
She trailed her fingers over the shaft, as I grinned, “Baby girl, let me help you with those panties?” I slipped them down from her hips and pushed my finger inside.
Feeling her squeeze, I smiled, “I can almost taste you, now.” I wanted to take her right then, but I licked the arousal off my finger, and flopped down onto the couch, “Hop on…I want more sugar for that coffee!”
She wasted no time in straddling my face, spreading herself open, and moaning, “Yeahhhhh…be a good boy…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeahhhh!”
I went to it, moaning quietly, “Mmmm yeah,” but thinking…eating pussy is so much more than dragging your tongue over a clit. It should be a parting of her thighs and using your tongue to drain all other thoughts from her brain.
I love to bury my face between a woman’s legs, ravenously licking my way through her pussy before even touching her clit. I loved sensuously teasing a woman’s clit, and taking her right to the very edge, and going back to her with my tongue.
I like to do that several times, but sometimes I use my fingers…first one…then two and going back to her clit with my tongue. My fingers pump in and out, teasing the gspot, and building atop the sensations radiating from her clit.
When orgasm takes hold, I want a woman, gasping for breath and grinding my face. I want to feel those thighs tighten around me, with her pussy clenching my fingers…I wanna feel her entire body shuddering, till she exhausts herself and then feel her sated calm, pressing my lips to her clit with soft, wet kisses.
Back to the reality: With pussy, aching to be satisfied and resting on my face, I started licking into the warmth, as she rolled her hips, riding my tongue.
She knew how deep I could go, and how satisfying it would be, grinding, and bucking her hips, to drive my tongue deeper and satisfy all her needs.
I caught a glimpse of her head tipped back and moaning, but it was her clit, ripe and swollen, that caught my attention. With a face moist with arousal, I was having my own brush with satisfying needs, and it was about to get even better.
I gently flicked her clit, before taking it between my lips and massaging it with my tongue. I got more aggressive, sucking and flicking it with the tip of my tongue…it was rock hard, bright red and pulsing with heat…It seemed like it was on fire.
I used both hands to guide her, lavishing openmouthed kisses between her legs, but still flicking the bud. I kept pulling it between my lips, sucking and teasing it with my tongue.
Focused on the building sensation, that overwhelmed her thoughts, Tina moaned louder. Her hands gripped, holding tighter, riding my face, as I ravenously devoured her pussy, rocking my face and wildly licking inside, outside…and all over.
As the sensation spread, her pussy throbbed against my lips, and her thighs tightened. I focused everything on her clit, as she humped with a desperate frenzy.
Her body’s needs took over, shuddering and grinding on my face. I tried to keep my tongue rolling over her clit, as her body thrashed, shaking and bucking with delicious waves of ecstasy. She screamed, “Yeah…yeah…yeah…ahhhh…ahhhh…yesssssssssss…yessssssssss!”
Desperately trying to milk every last second of pleasure from the release, she was grinding until the last quivering subsided.
When she rolled off to fall back onto the ottoman, she was feeling the glowing aftermath and grinning with y sated smirk.
No where close to being done, I looked into her eyes, slowly picking myself up of the couch. I held her limp, sated body, “Baby girl, we got one more thing to do before coffee.” I smirked, “I promise it’ll make that first cup even better!”
“I know it will…after what you just did for me, I owe you…you can do anything you want.”
“Let’s get you on your hands and knees…wanna do you from behind.” I flipped her over, pulled her ass up to get her on her knees, and ploughed my cock, deep into the wet, sated warmth.
“Oh fuckkkkk,” she moaned as her pussy stretched around its girth!
“Holy shit…that’s so perfect!” Throwing it back, she impaled herself, begging, “Goddddd…damn…that’s perfect…perfect cock…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuck me…hard…fuck me deep!”
Then, slowly, I withdrew my cock, sliding through her soft, muscled grip. When only the head remained, I pushed back inside, burying it deep in her belly.
I established a sensuous, mounting rhythm, and her delicate grunts became passionate throaty moans, “Fuckkkk meeee…ahhhh…ahhhh…hard…harderrrrr!”
Holding her hips with both hands, I gave her what we both needed…a good hard fuck. After the time between her legs, I needed it bad…rockhard and ready to fuck her senseless…fuck her to where there was nothing but pleasure coating her insides.
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