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«The gardener got her», Nick Eastwood

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Lucy Benton felt like the luckiest ex-secretary in the whole world. Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, she just couldn't believe so many wonderful things were happening to her.

A petite brunette in her late teens, Lucy was wearing a very expensive white satin nightgown, cut low to show off the cleavage of her luscious high-riding tits. As she whirled around before the mirror, her sleek young body was outlined. She knew she looked great.

"Lucy, honey, you ever coming out of there?" her brand-new husband called.

"I'll be right out, Howard," Lucy said.

She felt both excited and nervous. Just a few hours ago, she'd been married, and this was her wedding night. Most girls feel a little nervous on their wedding nights, but Lucy had extra reasons. For one, she was a virgin. And for another, she'd just married Howard Benton, one of the most famous and popular men in America.

She was crazy about Howard but scared that losing her cherry would hurt like hell. But she couldn't put the big event off any longer, so she took a deep breath and marched into the bedroom. Howard was lounging on the king-size bed, wearing silk pajamas and sipping a martini.

"Sugar, you look good enough to eat," he said, leering at her.

Lucy blushed hard. She'd been raised a lady, and that meant keeping her virginity intact till the wedding night. It also meant not letting a man know if she was hot for him. She was very hot for Howard, and it was hard for her to act cool as they prepared to make love.

Howard Benton was in his late thirties and still a terrifically handsome guy. Tall, dark and lean, he was mobbed by adoring women wherever he went. Lucy still couldn't believe she'd been lucky enough to become his wife. But here they were alone together in the master bedroom of his mansion.

"You're shy and nervous, aren't you?" Howard asked. "I like that. I get so tired of liberated women."

He reached out, caught her arm, and drew her gently down on the bed. Her heart was hammering. From what she'd heard about men and sex, she expected him to rip her nightgown off, roll on top of her, and hurt her with his cock. Instead he kissed her face and neck, then kissed her right on the mouth and slid his tongue between her lips.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Lucy murmured.

She loved it when Howard kissed her that way. She wasn't sure how he did it, but every time he slipped that hot wet tongue into her mouth, she creamed helplessly. She felt like a real slut, her blood boiling for the man. She slipped her arms around his neck.

When they came up for breath, Howard grinned at her and said, "Honey, we're married now. You can touch me below the waist."

Lucy just blushed harder. She'd dated a lot, in high school and then later when she became a secretary in the studio where Howard worked. But she was a prim and proper young woman, and she'd never done anything "dirty" with her dates. For instance, she'd never touched a cock.

Things were different now, though. She was a married woman, and she could do anything she wanted with her husband. Part of her was shy and scared, but another part sizzled with curiosity about men and sex. She really wanted to touch Howard all over, to explore his mysterious male body.

Slowly she slid her hands down over his chest, to his waist, then his hips. She could feel the hard muscles under his pajamas. She knew he kept himself in super shape, working out every day. She felt his heavily muscled thighs. Watching her, Howard shook his head and laughed.

"Quit being chicken," he said. "You're avoiding the best place of all."

He took her hand and set it right on his fly. Lucy blushed furiously. She could feel his cock through the thin layer of silk, and it was swelling and pulsating. Under her hand it hardened till it felt like steel. His fly was tented. His eyes got glazed with lust.

"See what you did?" he said. "You gave me a hard-on. Why don't you take it out and play with it?"

"Oh, Howard, I couldn't do that," Lucy squeaked.

Then she realized how silly she sounded. This wasn't a date, and Howard wasn't a horny boyfriend trying to get into her pants. This was marriage, and her husband wanted everything from her. He sure wasn't taking no for an answer now. He just gave his pajamas a downward tug, and his prick was free.

Lucy's eyes almost popped. It was the first time she'd seen a real-live cock. Howard's engorged prick stood up rigidly, bulging with blue veins. It looked enormous to her. It looked as thick as her wrist and menacingly long. Howard took her hand and set it on his naked cock. She gave a shiver of fright.

"It won't bite," he said gently. "Just play with it, get to know it."

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