The Garden

It’s a dark, late-winter, afternoon. Rain clouds are hanging over the city and just as you board the train home, it begins to pour down.
‘Lucky!”, you think while looking for a seat. Eventually, you find a seat in a quiet carriage and while the train is slowly pulling out of the station you watch the raindrops on the window and slowly drift off to sleep.
When you wake up, the train has nearly reached your station and you quickly gather all your belongings and prepare to get off.
Just as you’re about to get up, you notice a dog sitting in the carriage’s corridor, close by your seat. Its’ head slightly bend, it is looking at you with big brown eyes.
“Sorry, pal,”, you say trying to get past the furball blocking the corridor, “I don’t know about you, but I have to get off here. You, on the other hand seem to be quite content with just staring at me and blocking the aisle.”.
The dog moves ever so slightly and you squeeze past it and jump of the train. It is still raining and you’re standing in the station hall contemplating whether to walk home or wait for a bus when you feel something tugging on your right trouser leg. Looking down, you’re startled to see the dog from the train. It must have got off just behind you and followed you into the station.
“What’s up, furball?”, you ask while reaching down to free your trouser leg. The dog barks and heads for the exit doors. Having reached the doors it stops, turns around and looks at you as if waiting for you to catch up. You wander over to the doors and step onto the street. The dog heads right, but stops after a few metres, again as if he’s waiting for you to follow him.
“No thanks, furball.”, you say, “I think I’ll wait for the bus.”. You lean against the wall, contemplating whether to quickly pop back into the station to nip to the toilet, even though, knowing you luck, your bus would probably just arrive while you’re inside.
While you’re still debating whether to chance your luck or not, the dog returns to you and, once again, starts pulling your trouser leg. You move a few steps in his direction and try to free yourself, but the dog doesn’t let go. Instead, it looks at you as if it’s trying to tell you something.
The rain has nearly stopped and you decide that you might as well follow the dog down the road, at least as long as it is going your way anyway.
The dog, looking mightily pleased with itself, jumps ahead, stopping at the next street corner, ready to turn to the right. “Stupid dog!”, you mutter, “Don’t you know I live the other way? This better be quick, ‘cause I really need to go, if you know what I mean.”
The dog, however, keeps to the right. You reluctantly follow it. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”, you whisper, before thinking “Shit, I really haven’t got the time for that. If I don’t find a toilet soon, there’ll be an accident!”
You know the town well and you’re more curious where the dog will lead you than afraid that you could get lost. In fact, you somehow begin to enjoy this game, even forgetting the rain and your need to find a loo.
The dog leads you past some shops and a park towards the church. In front of the church it suddenly seem to hesitate, shortly venturing right, before settling for left.
You walk around the church into a little alley.
“Big mistake, dog!”, you mumble, “I know this is a dead-end.”
‘Although”, you think, suddenly remembering something, “at least it’s a dead-end without anybody else around.”
After a few more steps you stand in front of a stone wall, probably part of the cemetery wall.
“I told you so!”, you say to the dog, who seems busy exploring the wall and suddenly squeezes through a small hole and disappears out of your sight. “Look!”, you grumble, “I don’t know about you, but I can’t walk through walls! Try and think of another way! Mind, there’s no hurry, ‘cause right now I really need to...”
You drop your rucksack and crouch down, pulling down your trousers and panties. “Argh, that was close ...”, you think, as you can feel the first hot drops spreading your lips and wetting the delta between your legs. Trying not to wet your cloths you lean against the wall... and fall over backwards!
“What the ....!”, you utter, a jet of water you couldn’t stop shooting up in the air and trenching your blouse.
Scrambling to your feet you look around you. There’s no sign of the dog and the wall seems as impenetrable as before, yet you’re clearly on the other side. However, the cemetery doesn’t look like you remember it, in fact, it doesn’t look like a cemetery at all, more like a garden.
The weather seems to have changed, too, the rain and the clouds have gone and the garden is flooded by sunshine. There are flowers everywhere and big, old trees. A warm wind is blowing, tingling your wet delta and reminding you to pull up your trousers again. “How odd!”, you think, “That’s surely the strangest thing that ever happened to anybody trying to have a pee.”
Your nipples, you suddenly realise, seem to enjoy the wind blowing over the wet patches on your blouse, you can clearly feel them pressing against the confinements of your bra.
Curious, and slightly aroused you walk deeper into the garden. Soon, you’re completely surrounded by trees and flowers and there even is a little lake.
You reach the shore of the lake and feel the water radiate warmth. You simply have to take a little swim!
You strip off and walk into the water. It’s warm and somehow unreal. Submersing yourself completely, your body shudders with delight and you suddenly realise what’s so strange about the lake. Though the water is warm and clear, it does not seem to behave like normal water. It feels like it isn’t only surrounding your body with its wetness, but it is physically touching it!
You can feel a stream of water playing with your breasts, softly touching your nipples. Carefully, you spread your legs slightly and immediately feel the water caressing you thighs and flooding your delta. Hardly any force seems necessary to keep afloat, so you just close your eyes and start to drift through the water. You open you legs a little more and the water touches your clit. You shudder and your breathing is getting heavier. Your clit is erect, longing for the water to play with it and you feel like your whole body is spinning when the water touches it. You can feel a hard jet of water entering your vagina, filling it out completely, while your buttocks are caressed by more jets of water. Warm waves are building up inside you and you know you’ll be coming shortly. Just then, a jet of water trails off and penetrates your butt, making you jump for the shore.
Exhausted, you lie on a little sandy patch next to the lake. “Damn!”, you think, “I was so close! Stupid water, it should know that I’m not used to that!”
You’re angry with the water for trying to enter your ass, but somehow you’re also angry with yourself for jumping out so quickly. You stretch your body in the sun, feeling the sand on your skin. “I was so close!”, you think again, drawing sandy circles on your belly. The touches feel good and you expand the circles until they touch your nipples and your wet and creamy delta. “Oh!”, you think, sensing your rekindled arousal, but also startled by the fact that your body suddenly tells you that you still haven’t been to the loo. “No,”, you mumble, “it’s too good, I’m not getting up now!”
You stroke your breasts and softly touch the lips between your legs. Warmth, arousal, you can feel the water mixing with your juices and the sand. You start to rub your clit very carefully, slipping fingers in and out of your vagina. Startling sensations roll over you like waves, the feeling of your creamy wetness on your fingers, your smell, the sand rubbing on your clit, your urge to pee. You open your eyes, feeling your climax coming, waiting for it longingly. You can see the sky, little white clouds, trees, everything seems to spin around you. Your fingers dripping with your juices you watch a leave fall from a tree above you, sliding through the air towards your body. It spins a little and then lands on your left nipple, sparking showers of excitement. You can feel how you’re being pushed off the brink, you feel your muscles tensing and waves of heightened arousal wash over you. You let out a little cry and then, like in slow-motion, feel the climax drown you. You can feel your fingers being drawn into your vagina, yourself spinning out of control. Little streams of your juices run down the inside of your legs and finally, unable to control yourself, hot jets of water shoot out between your shivering lips, making you scream from pleasure and release, sparking yet more waves of orgiastic bliss.
Lying motionlessly you savour the feeling. You feel light, beautiful and very happy. Eventually, you lift your head and look at your body glistening in the sun. Brushing some sand from your face, you inhale the scent of your fingers. They smell wet, slightly musky and salty. The smell alone arouses you again.
Slowly, you get up and, looking around you, decide there’s no need to dress again before exploring the garden further. Leaving the lake behind you, you feel the grass touching your feet, flowers brushing your ankles and exotic plants stroking your body.
You feel hungry and decide to try the fruits of a tree you’re just passing. They look like oranges, but taste completely different, undescribably sweet and aromatic. Warm fruit juice drips from your chin and runs over your breasts down your body.
Walking past a little hill you notice some stairs leading down, seemingly going into the hill. Curious, you decide to follow the stairs and shortly afterwards you are surrounded by darkness. Candles have been fixed to the walls on both sides of the stairs, but your eyes only adjust slowly to the dim light of the tunnel. The stairs are winding down, deeper and deeper into the hill, until they end in front of a large wooden door.
“I wonder what’s behind that door...”, you think while trying to push it open, but however hard you look, you cannot find a handle to open the door. “Ça alors...”, you mutter, “Walls without doors and doors without handles. This place certainly doesn’t win an award for practicality.”
Ready to give up and return to the outside, you decide to have one last look at the door. A carving near the bottom of the door suddenly attracts your attention. It is only very faint and you must have overlooked it earlier on. What a strange shape it is! “Surely it’s not that!”, you think, kneeling down to get a better view. “I don’t believe it!”, you mumble, turning your head and looking at the carving from all possible ankles. “What a door decoration!”, you laugh, realising that your eyes aren’t misleading you. The carving closely resembles a penis. Glancing at it again you’re amazed how beautiful it is - it looks as if the artist had carved an ideal of a penis into the wood.
You cannot help but touch it, admiring the smoothness of the shape and, smiling, remembering various men you’ve been with, who would probably give everything to have such a perfect organ.
You playfully touch the tip of the carved penis, thinking how nice it must feel rubbing against your slit and entering your body, when you suddenly realise that the carving is coming alive. “Everything seems possible here!”, you think, watching the carved penis growing up- and outwards until it is fully erect and facing you. The sight instantly arouses you and you can feel your clit responding. Feeling the wetness in your delta, you try to shift your body so you can make your vagina embrace the hardness and lengths of the carving, but the ankle is awkward and several attempts later you finally give up. “What a waste!”, you think, trying to forget your throbbing clit between the wet lips of your slit. You lean forward and lick the tip of the erect organ, eventually taking it fully into your mouth and sucking it. Your left hand is sliding up and down the wet shaft, while your right hand is kneading your breasts and stroking your hot slit. You close your eyes and imagine pleasuring your fantasy lover, the man of your dreams you can never really picture. Your head is bobbing up and down faster and faster and it almost feels as if the carving is responding, pumping heavily back and forth. You can feel the onset of your orgasm, when the penis suddenly explodes, making you jerk back momentarily. The wooden door creaks while the carved cock is spurting wetness over your face and breasts. Rubbing the cock’s cum over your breasts and off your face, you watch the carving change its position, the whole door somehow changing its shape and two holes appear on either side of the carved penis, which, still erect, spurts a final little wave of cum onto your knee. You quickly realise your opportunity, move forward, and put your legs through the holes next to the cock. Finally! Your hot slit embraces the erect shaft, you’re riding the cock as hard as you can, pushing your body ever harder against the door.
You can feel the wooden penis weakening and desperately try to come before it slips out of your vagina. “Come on! Oh god! You can do it! Just...”, your cries get muffled as the first ripples of your orgasm start shaking your body. You fall back, the muscles in your cunt still clinging to the tip of the penis. There seems to be a direct connection between your erect clit, your wet breasts and your brain - everything swamped by pleasure. With a slurping noise the cock slides out of your control, releasing a little cum which you catch with your fingers, just to lick it off, slowly and pleasurable. The cum tastes warm and sweet, bringing your climax to a tasty end.
Astonished you watch the door change again, slightly sliding open, the carving slowly disappearing.
The first thing you notice after regaining your composure is the overpowering scent of roses. A dreaming perfume, growing stronger as you walk further into the room.
Behind you, the door magically closes and you can hear what sounds like a key being turned.
The room is enormous and lit by hundreds of candles. The carpet is thick as grass and the delicate furniture gilded. In the middle of the room stands a large four-poster bed and opposite it the wall is a stretch of candlelit mirror.
You feel tired; a feeling of swooning dizziness made worse by the strong scent of roses.
The dizziness makes you stumble and you fall onto the bed. It is soft and warm and, slipping under the silken sheets, you soon fall asleep.
Complete darkness surrounds you. “Lights please!”, you mumble, but nothing happens. Attempting to wipe your eyes you discover that you’re unable to move your arms. It feels like somebody has tied your hands to the bed’s headboard while you were sleeping. Ah! You haven’t gone blind! Finally fully awake you can feel silk covering your eyes.
You can hear exotic music playing in the background and detect a smell of burning incense in the air.
Your body tenses as you become aware of your predicament; you’re naked, blindfolded and tied to the bed, which doesn’t strike you as a very advantageous position to be in. Yet, at the same time, it’s strangely arousing. What are they going to do to you, whoever ‘they’ are? Thinking about what’s to come, you realise, is making you wet again.
Suddenly, you hear the sound of a door opening and closing and you can feel the hair on the back of your neck raising as your ears are following the sound of footsteps drawing closer and closer.
Somebody is climbing onto the bed and crouching over you. You feel the warmth of the unknown body before it actually touches you. The first touch arouses you instantly. Strong hands caress your breasts, massaging and cupping them and you gasp as, what feels like a very hard and large penis, starts sliding in and out of the valley between your breasts.
Your nipples are painfully erect and the hands push your breasts closer together. You lift your head a little and manage to lick the head of the penis slightly before it disappears again out of your reach.
You can feel your opponent getting more and more excited, the movements getting faster. Suddenly, the movements stop and you can feel the large cock starting to jerk and spurt hot semen over your belly and your breasts.
Your unknown lover gently massages the creamy wetness into your skin and slides slowly down your body.
A tongue traces the outline of your body, slowly moving over your belly, shortly stopping to tease your belly-button, then swiftly moving lower where it gets tangled up in the moist curls of your soaking wet delta.
You arch your body towards the tongue as it enters you, playing with your clit and licking your swollen lips. The tongue is moving lower, spreading moisture over your perineum and probing it playfully.
Finally, it wanders higher again and your lover starts licking your dripping slit, flicking your erect clit with his tongue.
Still licking your clit, he inserts first one, then two finger into your hot vagina and you moan loudly, realising he knows exactly where your G-Spot lies. You can feel your climax building up far too fast and try to relax, just to extend your pleasure further.
With his free hand, your unknown lover starts massaging your breasts again, slightly pinching your swollen nipples. You jump a little as he inserts a third finger into your slippery cave, but then your climax washes over you and you fall into clouds of pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rips through your shivering body.
Still lingering in the aftermath of your orgasm, you feel your hands being untied and strong arms turning you onto your belly. Your lover places a big cushion under your hips, making your bum protrude obscenely.
Carefully avoiding your sensitive clit, your lover’s fingers spread lovejuices from your vagina over your protruding butt.
Feeling a strong ache for him in your guts you slowly push up and back and suddenly his glans pops into your tight ass.
"Oh...", you breath. "Ohyesohyesohyes..."
Your babble trails off into a deep, throaty groan as he slowly pushes more and more of his stiff rod into your hot butt. You feel his cock tunnelling into you, stretching the constricted walls of your rectum.
You gasp when he reaches the halfway point, because there is a sudden discomfort, but then he is beyond it and you feel a wonderful, full glow growing in your ass.
Somehow you’re sure his penis is going to bear right up into your lungs - it already feels like it is in your belly - and then you feel his hard abdomen and curly pubic hair against your soft ass.
You can feel every ripple and vein in his cock. Every twitch of his penis is as clear to you as if it were your own. Somehow, you feel almost like his rod has become yours, yet at the same time it feels like his cock is possessing you.
You feel thoroughly wanton and depraved.
Your lover withdraws and you shudder at the sensation and then groan, loud and long, as he pushes back into you. He moves a little faster now and the sensation is frightening and thrilling. He pushes back in even faster and this time you feel your belly flutter and you’re amazed - it is good! You catch yourself thinking “I might even come this way!”.
Your unknown lover begins thrusting your butt more easily, working his thick cock back and forth, in and out of your bum and sending thrills of pleasure through you. You are so overwhelmed by this new sensation that you’re unable to move to meet his thrusts. You are all but limp on the bed as he grips your hips and pumps your ass. You’re submitting yourself to him, offering your butt to him to be plundered and he is plundering it in the most delicious ways.
"Touch yourself!", your lover gasps.
"What? Why?"
"Do it!", he says sharply. "Put your fingers down there and play with yourself!".
You barely have the strength to move your arm, but you get your hand down there. He stops pumping and reaches under you, levering you up with his forearm, grabs a another pillow and stuffs it under your hips, then releases you.
You lie limply on the bed, your face and hair and luscious breasts pressed into the bedcovers, your hips hiked up on the pillows so your butt is upthrust.
He takes complete advantage of it, ravaging your bum.
Then your fingers touch your clit and you shake. The orgasm seems to be starting in your ass, but it is also in your vagina and your clit. It is tingling through your breasts and your legs, through your belly and your hair. Suddenly, you feel completely ‘whole’, like you are a single organism, dedicated to one function: climaxing. Your butt flutters and ripples, the powerful muscles at its’ entrance tightening frantically, as if trying to grip and hold his hot, slippery cock moving in and out of you.
You feel totally surrendered and taken and owned by him and his doings and somehow, you find a kind of freedom in it.
He bends over you, his body lightly touching yours, except below, where his weight is pushing you down onto your wriggling fingers and driving his penis even deeper into you. He is holding his weight off your back by resting on one bent forearm, his face close to yours.
He groans, his breathing is getting shallower and you can feel his cock swell still more in the dark confines of your gripping butt.
He holds his hips against yours and you feel his penis delve deeper and then, suddenly, you feel the burning explosion of his semen in your butt.
You can feel every drop, every gush more clearly than you’d ever imagined possible. Your ass clenches on him and he groans, and then his cock lurches again and another long spurt of his hot semen is flooding your bum.
Your orgasm balloons in you and then bursts. You writhe like a madwoman, impaled on his thick, gushing cock, while you stroke and press your throbbing clit.
The tension in his body seems to drain into you through his penis and then he is limp and quivering with the effort of not collapsing on you.
He bends further and kisses your face through the hair as his pulsing cock slowly deflates. He withdraws slowly. Your butt doesn’t want to release him and when his glans finally comes out, there is a slurpy, sucking noise that makes you both laugh.
He raises himself and lies down next to you. You’re both too weak and spend to do anything but slowly drift off to sleep.
A door opens noisily and the sound wakes you up. You open your eyes - the silken band has gone. Looking around you, you realise you’re lying on your bed and it’s dark outside. “You look absolutely shattered!”, your boyfriend says, walking towards the bed.
“Err...”, you answer, noticing a little trickle of semen running down the inside of your thighs. Drifting back to sleep you just about manage to mumble “Hard day at work, dear...”.