Rose

College student gets cut by girl next door

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He stood at the window.  The sun hurting his eyes as he rubbed the mote out.  He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been home.  It was almost a year age he stood where he was now, in his boxer shorts, looking out the window at Miss. Staphins tending to her garden.  College had sure changed him.
He was so shy a year ago that even looking at her pulling weeds and digging dirt in her bikini and short
shorts would have made him blush and turn away.
Now he stood there, looking down from the second story window, into his neighbors yard.
Her straw hat covered her beautiful face, but he could remember those red lips and almond eyes without seeing her face.
He could see her strain to pull some weeds, her strong arms and legs ripping the roots out.
His cock head was sticking out of the soft flannel flaps.  He pulled his cock out and stroked his eight inch member with his hand. 
She bent over and he came all over his hands.  Those tight shorts were too much.
He washed his hands and put on his robe.  After combing his hair he headed down stairs.
A note on the refrigerator told him nothing much had changed at home.  His mother and sister had 
"gone shopping" and his father was playing golf.  All due back by dinner time.  That gave him about six hours to himself.
He made breakfast and lounged around the house in his robe killing time, but everytime he looked out a window or passed a 
glass door, he thought of Miss Staphins.  Finally, by about four, he went outside to "Say hi".
She was in the corner of the yard tending to her rose bushes.  He walked over, he couldn't really get close because his side
had a large group of bushes.
Yelled greetings and heard a mumble or two in polite response, but it was obvious she wanted to be done with her chores and 
out of the Florida heat.
He was bored, and seeing as how he went this far, decided to press the conversation.
He walked behind the bush and again said hello.
Again polite response and nothing.
He walked directly to the fence and looked through a knot about eye-level.
She happened to be digging a bit and pulling some weeds nearby so he considered saying hi again, but  instead just watched.
He strong arms pulled the weeds from the earth and her large breasts slightly jiggled in their loose bikini support.
She turned around and began pulling weeds behind her.  His cock was instantly erect at the sight of her dangling breasts and 
tight ass.  He moved to get a better view from a larger knot hole in the fence.  She stood up and began trimming her rose bushes.
The board he chose was at her waist level and a bit obscured from her view by roses, but every time she snipped a fresh rose here or nipped a 
dead bud there, he came closer and closer to being discovered.
He took a step back, made some noise shaking the bushes behind him and said hello again.
She squinted those beautiful eyes to get a better look at him.
She said hello back and a conversation began.  Not a profound one, but one nonetheless.  
She was trimming dead buds and plucking beautiful flowers for her dinning room table.
She remembered him as "The little boy next door".  She talked about her work and her hobbies as she pruned her rose bush.
He told her how he enjoyed her garden and all the hard work she put into it.  She said that working in the garden was her
only true love.  She looked left and right, then motioned him closer.  She said that she knew a secret for making roses bloom the brightest
and fullest, but if she told him he would have to keep it a secret.  He assured her of his eternal secrecy.  Checking left and right again, she leaned
closer and whispered, "It's cum, yeah I know, it sounds silly, but the seed of men really helps the buds grow".  He was a bit taken back, but his cock was
never as hard.
He opened his robe and pulled down his boxer shorts.
His large testicles hung low in the heat of the day.  He motioned for her to come closer and placed his cock and balls in the knot hole.
The fence was made of thin wood and the hole a little small, but he still managed to ram his cock and balls through the hole.
He said "I would like to help your garden grow more beautiful, if you will let me".  
His package hidden by roses, she didn't quite understand.
He told her to move the bush aside to see what he was offering.
She gasped at the sight of two huge balls and a throbbing cock, but her surprise turned into a low moan.
Her soft hand wrapped around his sweating testicles and cradled them.  She massaged and fondled the orbs pulling them lower and lower in the sack.
The cock pulsed for attention, but she concentrated on the testicles.  She took on in each hand and rubbed each into the palms of her hands with her thumbs.
Soft at first, then more forceful.  He moans turned into low groans as the line between pleasure and pain disappeared in his mind.
He began gyrating into the fence as she stared eye-level into his loaded barrel.  She took his purple cock in her mouth still grinding his balls with one hand and grabbing
something from her straw basket with the other.
His eyes rolled in his skull as some distant portion of his mind contemplated the blue of the sky while his instinct drove his hips into the wood.
She rolled her tongue around the tip and sucked it down to the base as she pulled twist ties from her bag.  She began pulling the balls to the bottom of the sack with a 
locked thumb and index finger, while twisting the paper-covered metal wires around the constricted scrotum.  She overlapped three or so and began twisting, soon the paper ripped
off and it was flesh against metal.  She deep-throated his cock and massaged his cock head with her tonsils as she tried to swallow his purple knob over and over again.
She twisted and twisted.  His balls were almost black.  She stopped massaging his cock and untied her bikini.  Her large breasts exposed, he stared down as she also dropped her 
shorts.  He stared at her large perfect breast and his hands clawed at the wooden wall.  She stood and sat on his cock. Her pussy lips covering his wiener like a bun on a hot-dog.
She was wet with desire and panting as she slid gently back and forth.  Her nipples rubbing roughly against the coarse wooden fence.  His cock was drenched with her juices and she 
had cum twice before she guided the cock into her pussy. 
The velvet walls caressed and manipulated his cock.  He forgot time and place as he tried to hump the hot tunnel sliding back and forth on his rod.
She came several times, but for some reason, he could not.
She pulled off him and dropped back to her knees.  
"Now for that help you wanted to give," she said as she swallowed his entire cock.  She made sure the metal wires were tight with one hand and grabbed the pruning shears with the other.
pulling the scrotum down, she placed the blades against purple skin below the ties holding his balls in place.  
"Are you sure you want to help my plants grow," she said as she spit out his cock and began furiously masturbating him with her free hand.
"Ohhh, Yessssss!!!!" was all he could squeeze out between breaths.
She clamped the handles on the small shears as the first streaks of cum splashed her face.
One after another, white streamers flew in her hair, in her eyes, across her ruby red lips.
His testicles fell to the ground with a light thud and she sucked gently on his deflating cock head.
"These will make excellent fertilizer once ground up and mixed with compost" she said grabbing his balls and walking away.