("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Grass Cutting With A Plus - 4 by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com) *** The final leg in the story created for EM. I hope it doesn't disappoint. (FF, bd) *** PREFACE: [Dedication] The first three parts of this story were written for someone special. Unfortunately a misunderstanding intervened before the finale. If you find this EM I hope you are satisfied with the conclusion. I have finally managed to overcome the anger and find forgiveness for your hurtful [and very wrong] assumption. *** The woman sitting on her patio in the plastic chair looking out over her lawn looked quite normal at first glance. It wasn't until you noticed the fact that her wrists were tied to the arms of the lawn chair with stockings that the scene became unusual. Dianne closed her eyes shortly after her teenaged torturer had entered her house to "clean up". The home owner could not stop the incessant replay of her lawn maintenance worker's titillating show. There was a light drizzle falling and somewhere in the distance thunder rumbled. The woman strapped to the chair didn't hear the thunder but was feeling something similar to it between her legs. The gnawing feeling had subsided a little since the spectacle of the teenaged temptress masturbating ended. Dianne's pussy now ached. If only she could get free of the improvised restraints securing her wrists to the garden furniture she'd be able to relieve the pressure. Sadly her best efforts had, thus far, been useless. 'What if she just leaves me here? What am I going to do?' she wondered as the panic returned. Inside the house the naked teenager was feeling quite smug. 'I guess I showed her who's boss' she concluded. In the downstairs powder room Victoria ran some warm water in the sink and wiped her ejaculate off her slender young thighs. When she reached her hairless vulva the warm cloth reawakened the urges she'd been enduring all day. Masturbating in front of her boss had been an act of vengeance. The fact that she had achieved an orgasm was evident from the clear juice she was cleaning off her legs. The young woman was learning that orgasm and satisfaction were not necessarily synonymous. Her pussy was telling her it needed more and she knew just where to get it. Dianne would not have believed that only ten minutes had passed when her captor re-emerged from the house. The sight of the naked teenager reignited the fire under the navy blue miniskirt. Vicki bounded down the steps and the captive woman marveled at the resilient bounce of the beautiful young knockers with the fleshy pink mushroom caps on top. "Have you learnt your lesson?" the gorgeous visage demanded standing directly in front of her prisoner. "Oh Vicki I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" the distraught older woman wailed and the tears began to flow. Whether they were tears of frustration, tears of fear or tears of remorse really didn't matter; they accomplished the mission. Victoria discovered that she wasn't as merciless as she wanted to be. Her heart was moved. She brushed her boss's tears away and leaned down to envelop the quivering mouth with her own. Their tongues met in the tooth infested middle and danced like old friends. Dianne's wrists pulled against the unyielding nylon trying to embrace the elusive girl who parted their kiss by sucking on her victim's bottom lip before standing up. The teenager threw a cushion from the adjacent deck chair on the ground at Dianne's feet, and then knelt on it. She reached under the short skirt, grasped the silk underpants at the woman's hip and began to tug. Without a thought the restrained woman shifted her hips forward until only her coccyx was in contact with the plastic chair. The removal of the panties was as smooth as magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat. The teenager tossed the saturated silk aside and hoisted Dianne's thighs onto her shoulders. The tiny skirt folded out of the way, revealing the pulsating vulva. Vicki took a deep breath enjoying the intoxicating fragrance on her way to applying her lips to the overheated peach. Dianne was thrilled to the core and amazed that instead of the electric jolt of a climax she was expecting, she found herself surfing a wave of pure delight. She seemed to be carried along on some pleasure rocket that when on and on. The teenager carefully avoided direct contact with the prominent clitoris and concentrated lower down, lapping at and sucking on the sweet juices. Simultaneously she reached up and deftly untied the stocking holding her captive's left wrist. In an incredible display of concentration Dianne managed to free her right hand. Unshackled, her hands went immediately behind the girl's head and mashed the tantalizing tongue and mouth against her soaring pussy. The direct pressure on her love button combined with Vicki twisting her head in an effort to be able to breath sent the older woman over the edge. Dianne thought the spasms might never end. They seemed to subside but just when it seemed to be over a fresh wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her. She knew she was screaming and much, much later she would wonder what her neighbors would think; right now there were only two people in her world. When she could feel her toes again, the nicely dressed, if a little disheveled, woman in the lawn chair realized the prize she had coveted for weeks was within her grasp. In the most aggressive move she'd made in years; maybe in her life, she launched herself forward knocking her teenaged lover over. Two serendipitous things happened. The first was that Vicki's knees were sore, so she had lowered herself onto her hip while she was eating her boss's kitty. If not for that Dianne's forward thrust would probably have resulted in a painful strain to the girl's legs as she was driven onto her back. The second fortuitous thing was the girl's head clearing the patio stones and landing on the softness of the saturated grass. When Dianne landed on top of her wet dream the girl's head thumped onto the turf with a squishy smack. If the chair had been a foot further from the lawn the impact would have been between the back of the Vicki's head and the unyielding paving stones. Vicki was shocked and winded as she lay on her back looking up at Dianne's maniacal face. The older woman was experiencing a torrent of feelings. First, by a pussy hair, was lust; the surprisingly close second was anger, no rage! She wanted to discipline the blonde nymph for weeks of torment. Vicki's magnificent green eyes were wide and fearful as her boss knelt over her. The punishment she intended to administer was to bring her young lawn maintenance employee to an orgasm that she'd be tempted to tell her grand children about. Some penalty! The older woman held the girl's wrists very firmly and pressed them into the mud above her head. Looking down at the tits that had enthralled her all those weeks ago she paused to savor the victory. The plump half ping pong ball caps of the firm cones were a little pebbly and the center peg protruded just enough to make its presence known. Dianne took the right one in her mouth and sucked hard. The girl's screech pierced her ears as she lashed the now very prominent nipple with her tongue. The once amazingly soft flesh of the areola puckered and distended. The kneeling woman closed her teeth on the thimble sized firmness she had created and applied pressure; probably too much. Vicki screamed again as she discovered the totally dumbfounding connection between pleasure and pain. Just for an instant the terrified girl thought 'Jesus what if she bites it off!' she needn't have worried. Dianne pulled the sensitive nipple out far enough to momentarily change the shape of the connected breast tissue but then released it allowing the impressive cone to snap back to its original shape. When she repeated the process on the teenager's left tit she felt the girl's hips jerk upward against her butt. Admiring the changes in Vicki's bright pink nipples, she had to release the prone young woman's wrists to grab the whole of the pliant cones with her hands. Squeezing the firm ample flesh together she once again attacked the projecting pegs this time with her thumbs. Vicki's recently freed hands were not idle. Her nimble little fingers worked the buttons on the silk blouse. In the seconds it took to accomplish the task her vision had begun to blur. She blinked her big green eyes rapidly trying to clear the haze. The sensations the experienced woman was generating had resulted in an urgent throb in her pussy. The girl's hips were jerking and twisting against the thin cushion that separated her ass from the hard abrasive surface of the patio stones. As soon as the older woman's top was open the teenaged fingers captured the mature nipples through the lace of the bra and she pinched as hard as she could. The bolt of pleasure that hammered into Dianne's bubbling core almost caused her to collapse. Victoria slipped her fingers between the lace and the resilient flesh, popping the smallish boobs out of their confinement. Both women reveled in the manual tittie-play. With the younger woman thrusting up and the older woman pressing down their pubic mounds were making tantalizing contact. The fleshy feeling was punctuated by the hard sensation of the underlying pubic bones. The angle of the contact brought their clitoral hoods agonizingly close to each other but actual contact was denied. The abundant girl juices and the single layer of pubic hair provided by the woman on top lubricated the connection. Dianne began to crawl backward continuing to squeeze and fondle the pliable young chest adornments. She trailed her tongue down over the ridge of the girl's sternum onto the soft skin of the teen's tummy. Very slowly, pausing to kiss and lightly bite the satiny flesh she made her way to the tiny indent of the girl's navel. At about the same moment Vicki's arms proved not long enough to retain contact with her boss's dangling boobs. Her hands naturally migrated to the back of Dianne's head. The teenager had never considered her belly button to be an erogenous zone but when the tongue tried to force its way in she realized that it actually was. When it came to erogenous zones the tantalizing mouth was approaching downtown. Vicki was moaning softly as her excitement grew. Her loins began to anticipate the arrival of the probing tongue. She almost screamed in frustration when the older woman detoured off the mid- line path and continued her oral tributes out toward the younger woman's hip bone, then down the top of her thigh. Leaping the gap between the quivering girl's legs she worked her way up the opposite thigh to the line of her groin. There she followed the natural trench toward Victoria's aching and arching vulva. Slowly, around and around the needy girlhood in ever tightening circles she went. Vicki felt as though a vice was being tightened between her legs. Just when she thought she would explode the teasing tongue made a bottom to top swipe over her weeping labia. The heat of the older woman's tongue and the longed for intimate contact combined to send a spike of pleasure through the teenaged pussy. The girl's hands had been fairly passive on the back of her tormentor's head, but now she pulled hard trying to keep the blissful tongue on her. Dianne resisted the pressure and made shallow incursions between the delicate lips. The furtive pokes from the talented tongue were followed by the long swipes from bottom to top. The up stroke hit the hood of her clit sending an extra jolt each time. "Ugh... deeper, lick my clit!" the girl demanded writhing under the gentle titillation. Dianne complied, to a small degree. The upward swipe now lifted the prepuce but still missed the glans by just a fraction. For the tortured young woman this went on for hours. In reality it was less than two minutes. The pressure in her lower belly was becoming unbearable. She could not get enough leverage to pull the infuriating woman's head down and when she trust up with her hips the tongue simply retracted denying the urgently needed penetration. When her lover's hands abandoned her breasts, the cessation of stimulation was unacceptable. The kneeling woman had been constantly thumbing the girl's tender peaks and gently scraping the very tip of the rigid nipple with her nail. The titillation of the taunt strawberries had been playing like background music to the unendurable teasing of her pussy. Vicki replaced her lover's hands with her own. She was much more aggressive, squeezing and pinching the sensitive buds, then pulling outward hard enough to distort the shape of the magnificent plump cones they sat atop. The rougher treatment of her boobs combined with the feeling of Dianne's fingers parting her labia started the rhythmic surging in her uterus. The older woman recognized the unmistakable signs of the impending climax, and knew the teenager had passed the point of no return. At that moment she latched her lips around the over stimulated clitoris and began sucking and swirling it in her mouth. Simultaneously she thrust two fingers deep inside the heaving girl and pulled up against the anterior wall of the spamming vagina. Victoria was quite sure her head had exploded. The three points of stimulation, her nipples, her clit and her undiscovered 'G' spot, caused an eruption the like of which she could never have imagined. The blinding flash of light on the inside of her closed eye lids quickly morphed into all the colors ever seen. The rapidly changing spectacle was punctuated by brilliant sparkling points of pure white light. Her brain was sending a continuous stream of conflicting commands to her muscles. Every part of her seemed to be twitching and jerking in a different direction. At the same time her skin was prickling. Her nervous system overloaded and everything went black. In the serenity of the after glow they both gazed across the un-mowed and glistening grass. Beams of sunlight broke through the cloud cover producing a magnificent rainbow on the horizon. To Victoria it represented forgiveness for her sinful tormenting of her summer employer. To Dianne it symbolized a wealth she had never known. Her honey pot of gold lay beside her and she felt an unwarranted sense of security. 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