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Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 01

By: Drmaxc



Chapter 1 - The mystery of the handkerchief

The story so far (from the story, 'The Garden Shed.'): 

Gary, a middle aged divorcee, has taken to nudity in his garden - a very private garden - but hearing a noise and finding a handkerchief with the letter 'Z' embroidered upon it in his garden shed has made him suspicious that his garden is not nearly as private as he thought it to be. Has someone been watching his naked gardening or, rather worse, his private sun lit masturbation and seeing his, unfortunately, rather stubby but very thick cock ejaculate?

Did the handkerchief belong to Zara, the blond long legged teen from down the road or perhaps dark little chubby Zoe from next door? Gary's thought was that probably the true story was the cat, Marmalade, had brought it into the shed. Really he could not see a schoolgirl or young married women being in the slightest bit interested in his naked body or what he chose to do with his cock in the hot sunshine. But it was certainly a pleasant daydream!

The story continues:

Having washed and ironed the little handkerchief he had actually asked Zoe if it was hers. It had been at a small party for neighbours around at her house and he had casually asked Zoe - casual because he had been very interested in her reaction - whether it was her handkerchief.

"No, not mine; pretty though. Where'd you find it?"

"In my shed actually."

"Funny place to find a handkerchief - in a garden shed"

"I suppose Marmalade found it somewhere and carried it there."

"Sounds more a dog thing. Stupid cat; the other day..." 

Zoe went on to tell a bit of what the cat had been doing. Gary had, though, quietly slipped into the conversation that perhaps the handkerchief was Zara's and Zoe had said she was going across to her house and would ask if it was.

A few days later Zoe had called round. Called round via the front door which was just as well given Gary had been wandering around his garden with not a stitch on and a less than flaccid penis to boot! It did not bear thinking about had Zoe had wandered through the gate at the bottom of the garden and caught him with his hoe in his hand. He was dressed by the time he answered the door.

Gary had invited Zoe in for a cup of coffee and they had sat in his garden in the hot summer sunshine. The conversation moved around to the purpose of the visit.

No, the handkerchief seemed not to be Zara's after all. But Zoe said she was puzzled. It was almost as if Zara recognised it but when Zoe had said where it had been found she had blushed as if it was hers and that she had actually been in the shed: but had assured Zoe it was not hers. Zoe found it peculiar.

"Why would Zara have been in your shed?" Zoe seemed to be moving into detective mode.

It was Gary's turn to blush or at least he thought he might be colouring, "No idea. It's just an ordinary garden shed. Nothing special."

Zoe had stared down the garden at the shed. "Nothing missing? Though I hardly think Zara would have much need for a fork or fertiliser!"

"No, nothing."

Zoe was in full detection mode and walked down the garden to look in the shed. Gary followed a little reluctantly. He was not really sure he wanted Zoe looking in his shed. It was hot in there as they stood inside the shed with Zoe looking back down the garden through the window and Gary feeling just a little uncomfortable remembering how a few days before he had been sitting naked in his wooden chair, the one Zoe had her hand upon, as his stumpy penis had spewed its cum all over him whilst he thought of both Zoe and Zara's naked tits. Gary could not resist a sidelong look right down Zoe's blouse. Her attention was on the garden and, leaning on the chair's back, her blouse had come a little way away from her body and enough for him to peek right down her cleavage and see the shape of her breasts, ample and mounded, enclosed by her bra. Gary's stumpy cock stirred in his shorts.

"Perhaps you have a secret admirer!" It shocked Gary for a moment, the idea was so near his daydream, but he joined Zoe's laughter.

"Very likely. I have to fight off eighteen year old lassies most days! It's a problem I have."

"Phew, hot in here. Makes you sweat. An earthy smell of fertiliser. Nice shed - as sheds go!"

Gary followed Zoe out but not before the idea of them both trapped in the shed had come to him; trapped in the shed getting hotter and hotter, sweatier and sweatier until they both simply had to take their clothes off even as Gary's stumpy cock had risen to erection. "I'm sorry, Gary, I've simply got to strip." And both slippery with sweat what should they do? Intercourse all wet, hot and slippery whilst standing up in the shed of course! Something to dwell upon later.

Gary was acutely conscious, as he followed Zoe back up the garden, that he had an erection in his shorts -- he hoped it was not obvious - and watching Zoe's bottom cheeks moving up and down, first one and then the other in quick succession, as she walked ahead of him in her tight blue jeans did not help matters at all. He would not half have liked to have undone the jeans. How much better she would look without them; and without panties of course. He could imagine watching her naked bottom under the hem of her blouse; clearly an ample bottom and when she turned... Would she be all dark curls or were they trimmed or even dispensed with? It was something to ponder upon!

With Zoe gone, Gary dropped his clothes and walked back out into his garden feeling a little cooler. Staring down the garden he could not help thinking of Zara. Had she really been watching him from his shed that day; perhaps was even watching him now. Could she really have got a thrill seeing him naked and his stumpy erection bobbing around? Had she perhaps even seen him ejaculate? He had done that more than once in the garden in full sight of the shed window.

Slowly Gary walked up his garden with his erection at full height - for him. Not only did he really like walking around like that but he was thinking about Zara; imagining her watching him from the shed; perhaps even with hand between her legs - the legs of her school uniform; watching him coming closer; unsure whether he was simply walking around his garden or actually coming to the shed. A decision whether to run or stay.

What if Gary caught her - suddenly nipped round and opened the door and there she was? Wouldn't she be shocked; wouldn't she be embarrassed but wouldn't she be caught good and proper! Gary imagined himself making no attempt to cover his erection, enjoying the exposure to the young girl: though perhaps to describe the short stumpy thing as 'standing proud' would be an overstatement.

"Zara! What on Earth are you doing here - in my shed?"

There could be but one answer and he would make sure she gave it - being a peeping Tom; and why - it gave her sexual pleasure; and what should the punishment be? Tom knew that - and so would she: a good spanking!

An assurance he wouldn't fuck her but there had to be a proper punishment for peeping. There could be no alternative.

Gary sat in his chair and imagined bending Zara over his knee, the woollen material of her skirt touching his erection, perhaps she might be quietly weeping as he raised her skirt to reveal a panty less naked bottom, all smooth fresh young girl skin with just a gentle dusting of fine fair hairs. Gary could imagine it; imagine his hand at first stroking the smooth rounded cheeks, staring at them and the divide hiding all her womanly secrets, before it descended with a satisfying smack. What an erotic image, smacking a naughty schoolgirl in the heat of his garden shed, the shiny plum head of his erection just inches from her bottom. A few quick strokes and he could be spraying his stuff in creamy gobbets all over those smooth cheeks. He could imagine Zara's intake of breath as she realised what was happening, feeling the splash, splash, splash of semen and knowing that he was coming on her bottom: and then her cry as the hand descended again with a splat!

But if he didn't choose to ejaculate over her bottom - what then? Gary sat in the hot, sweaty privacy of his shed. Private except that Zoe had been there not minutes before. Wouldn't it have been wonderful if both of them, Zoe and he, had been naked in the shed, sweating a little and touching just a bit as they talked; Zoe smiling as she noticed his erection and perhaps idly stroking it as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

What then with Zara and the spanking? Suggest that as she had seen him wanking she might like to try it herself.

"Why were you watching? Did you like seeing me come?"

"I... yes."

"Would you like to work my cock, make it come, then?"

Would she say please? Would there be enthusiasm? "Oh, may I Mr Roldern - please, I'd love to do that."

How lovely to hand control over to the schoolgirl, watch as his cock was (unskilfully) handled until she set him off.

"Here it comes, Zara!"

And where would she direct it? On the floor, into her hand - lovely to imagine the creamy pool growing in the upturned palm of her other hand as it poured from his cock until it overflowed and dripped through her fingers onto her school skirt or thigh - or would she have pulled open her blouse and directed the ejaculation onto her young budding breasts? Budding? They were certainly doing that from what he could tell when he had seen her recently. Did women actually like that, like the warm spatter of seminal fluid on their breasts or was it just porn - a male fantasy? Gary did not know. Certainly it was an image he liked!

Lovely to imagine the creamy pool in the palm of her hand: a round overflowing lake of warm swirly semen. Gary imagined her staring at it almost in disbelief at its quantity. He shrugged, he might have a small cock - albeit thick - but he certainly produced an ejaculation and a half. It was like the old Cadbury's Dairy Milk slogan - a glass and a half of full cream milk in every half pound... or stumpy erection. Well, it was not that much but it was certainly a lot! His wife, his ex wife, of course had not liked it, had complained about the 'mess' he made. Had she not realised sex was messy - and what about when she had cheated on him with that husband of Tania's? Those photographs had been more than a little 'messy'?

Gary imagined Zara saying, "Mr Roldern, what shall I do with it?"

"You wanted it Zara, it's up to you. It's yours now. Pour it away, wipe it off or, you could, if you like, drink it all up - put colour in your cheeks."

He could imagine her little pink tongue poking out and tentatively tasting the still warm pool of cream; the semen sticking to her tongue in a viscous strand as she lifted her head.

"It's quite salty, Mr Roldern."

"Do have some more!"

He imagined Zara lapping it up like a cat, her lips coated in cream, her little tongue running around her lips as she drank it all down; finally licking her sticky fingers.

"All gone, Mr Roldern. Can I have some more another day?"

The answer was obvious.

Or, rather than spank her, would he be stern and tell her that, whilst he wasn't going to fuck her, she should take it like a woman.

"Not my bottom..."

Tempting! Those virginal cheeks...

"No, you silly girl, in your mouth."

Gary thought, was her mouth big enough for him? Surely it would be?

All the visual pleasure of seeing his cock approaching her pretty virgin mouth, moving her long fair hair out of the way so he could watch; seeing her lips make the 'O' shape and then, with maidenly hesitation, take in the head; her eyes looking up at him; 'doe like' - of course - as her lips closed and he felt the touch of her tongue: a slow sliding of lips down the shaft and...

Gary came, with his fist moving fast - his pent up cock once more pouring strands of cream across his tummy - another gasping, sweaty, enjoyable and of course profuse orgasm in his garden shed.

As was becoming his custom, Gary did not clean up. He sat for a few minutes thinking before wandering out, dripping a little, to work in his garden. He could not really imagine Zara would come to his shed again, if she ever had; Zoe would have scared her off with the handkerchief; a bit of a shame but he hardly wanted in real life to become in any way involved with an eighteen year old - did he? Zoe, though, would have been more the thing, though he hardly wanted to upset his neighbour, Tom, who was a good bloke. Pity it had not been Zoe's handkerchief and been Zoe in his shed, really. A little bit of peeking by a happily married woman was hardly going to do her any harm. To be fair he did not really know it had been Zara: it might still have been the cat, Marmalade. 

Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- A knot hole and other holes

Hot summer days seemed to follow one another in happy succession; it was a good summer and Gary was happy to make the most of it. Getting tanned would certainly be useful for his probable autumn visit to the sun on the other side of the world. Long white sandy beaches, blue skies and warm water - idyllic holidays; though a shame he had no one to share them with - her excepted in the past, of course. They had been awful holidays - at least the latter two.

Opening his French windows Gary stepped out and walked up the garden to his shed to get his tools. It was already hot in the shed and it smelt of warm fertiliser and insect killer. He sat for a few moments in his chair looking down his garden thinking about what he had to do in the garden. Idly his thoughts drifted back to Zara but he shook that off, he had work to do, but it was with thickened penis that he carried his border fork and hoe back down the garden.

It was the hoe that did it. It was an old one, probably his grandfather's and the wooden handle end was just faintly bulbous - yes, like a cock or dildo and as Gary kept his tools well oiled it shone in the sunshine. It was not long before he was daydreaming about sex, as men are wont to do, indeed about betting Zara that he could make her come from six feet away no less. It was a particularly silly daydream. The prize: slave for the day. An unlikely, improbable fantasy as men's thoughts so often are. Zara, though, had not expected him to use the wooden handle of the hoe, had not expected the penetration from six feet away. She had not thought he could touch her as she had lain back on the recliner and opened her legs, revealing a lack of panties under her dress, teasing him by showing off her blond curly hair edged sex. She had giggled far too much when he touched her but had quietened to moaning as he pushed and twirled the old oiled handle from his chair -- yes six feet away. 

"What a rod, Mr Roldern!"

And what would he do with his slave for a day? How many times could he come in twenty-four hours and where in and around Zara would they be?

It was a good day dream to have as he worked and Gary's penis made that very plain in its stumpy, thick way. Perhaps an unusual thing to see - a naked 57 year old gardener working away with an erection but Gary knew that was simply him. That was what he did. He liked being naked in his garden, he liked working in his garden and he liked thinking about sex and having an erection, He had just decided on having Zara turn up for her day as a slave in her old schoolgirl uniform and needing a good spanking when the crashing, snapping sound of breaking wood startled him from his gardening reverie and broke the quiet of a summer's day. He whipped around from his hoeing and day dreaming to see one of the fence panels between his and Tom and Zoe's garden disappearing in pieces and, moreover, with his neighbour Zoe right on top of it.

For a moment Gary stood stock still staring and then he realised Zoe was in trouble. It was the pitiful "ow, ooh, help!" that prompted him into motion. Zoe was lying half on her back, legs towards her own garden but entangled by the sharp remains of the fence panel and, worse, a piece of shattered wood sticking into her left thigh near the top. As Gary rushed to her his erection bounced but he did not notice that.

"Are you OK, Zoe? Oh crikey, that leg doesn't look good, I'll see if I can..." Gary moved to disentangle her and lift her leg away from its impalement on the wood. The skin was pierced and as he took her leg to lift it off the sharp wood he could see the blood beginning to well from the gash. At the same time he could also see in close and intimate detail all of her sex. It was quite a surprise; lifting her leg off the wood had made her cotton dress ride up even further and beneath it she was not wearing panties at all. In other circumstances it would have been really erotic seeing her snatch all exposed, seen her plump little thighs so open, her secret lips a little parted revealing moist pinkness, various holes and all framed by plentiful dark curly hair.

As Gary stood over Zoe, feet planted firmly on the flowerbed, bending to lift her leg and move the broken wood it came to him that Zoe was seeing as much of him as he of her. He was completely naked, his stumpy erection still standing and she would be looking right up between his own legs at the underside of his still tumescent cock and his hanging balls. He could not mind about that.

Gary worked quickly, the thigh was lifted away from the wood, a check made for no other damage, Zoe freed from the wreckage of the fence panel and lifted up and across to a chair. The blood was flowing freely now - dripping. He kept her dress hem high and away from it.

He was the first to speak, "I'll get some warm water."

Returning, Gary found Zoe a little more animated, a little less shocked.

"May I?" Carefully he bathed her wound, conscious his fingers were inches from her sex - a sex very visible from the raised dress; a sex visible beneath a vee of dark curly hair. He was gentle, ensuring no bits of wood were left in the wound, but he made her jump with the TCP!

"Sorry, the blood makes it look worse than it is. I've got a big plaster but let's wait for the bleeding to stop a bit. If you hold this cotton wool to it for me. Can I get you a drink - perhaps a glass of wine rather than coffee. You've had a bit of a shock."

Gary stood looking down at Zoe. She looked a little pale making her freckles show the more under her dark curly hair. He was conscious she was dressed - if the fact you could partly see her bush and sex was ignored - and he was not. Gary was not worried about that particularly as his erection had subsided fairly quickly. After all, if Zoe chose to crash through his fence he was not about to get dressed just for her! What had she been doing? He was fairly sure of, and very excited by, the probable answer. Gary had indeed searched for knotholes following the 'handkerchief incident' and the only one he had found was high up on the very fence panel Zoe had fallen through. Too high for her to see through but the presence of an upturned stool in the debris of the fence panel gave a considerable clue as to the sequence of events.

"Yes please, a glass of wine."

She was looking perkier when Gary reappeared with two glasses of white Sauvignon Blanc, his cock swinging happily - he was beginning to enjoy this. He sat opposite her and took a sip. There she was: his little dark haired, short, slightly plump neighbour sitting with a glass in one hand and the other rather suggestively up her now more modestly positioned dress. Gary knew she was holding the cotton wool - it actually looked rather different but he did not want to dwell on that. It was one thing to be caught with an erection when his neighbour crashed through the fence - even if she had been peeking before - rather another for it to fill and rise simply by him looking at her! Perhaps she might be flattered, perhaps she might like it, but it was best to be sure first. It was not, he was sure, normal etiquette with a neighbour.

"How are you feeling?"

Zoe took another sip of win, "Better, Gary. I'm sorry I... thanks for looking after me."

The question had to come - and Gary was looking forward to the reply. "What were you doing, Zoe, on that stool?"

The blush was very real. It rose up from beneath her dress up into her face. Zoe really looked discomforted.

"I'm really, really sorry Gary - I was looking."

"Peeping?"

"Umm, quite." 

"I mean I'm old enough to be... and you caught me not, how shall I put it, looking my best!"

Zoe's eyes definitely dropped to his cock, "Oh, I don't know. Zara said..."

"What!"

"She had been watching from your shed. I was right - it was her handkerchief. I said she shouldn't have been. I asked why and got out of her you gardened in the nude."

"How'd she know, what brought her there in the first place?"

"I think she'd been coming there for years. A dare with her friends once upon a time perhaps: I'm not sure. It was just somewhere to come, to get away, somewhere familiar. I think she was a bit upset about something - and then she saw you in the garden."

Gary could imagine that would have shocked her.

"And you didn't believe your neighbour could wander around like that?"

"It was something Zara said."

"About size I expect. I am not well endowed."

Again Zoe's eyes dropped to his cock. It, of course, looked normal enough now.

"Oh - this is so embarrassing. Really it's not the sort of thing I do. I really am so sorry."

"Zoe - please, I am not at all worried, upset, cross or anything." 

"Well, it sort of was about size. Zara did say it was a little short when... when big but, her words... so very thick." There was a pause, "I had to see. I am so sorry," Zoe said.

"It's no problem - I'm sort of flattered really. So you stood on a stool and the fence gave way?"

"Oh, this is so embarrassing - yes, quite awful, it was suddenly happening and I couldn't stop it. It was all like in slow motion -- just happening."

She pulled the dress up and took the cotton wool away. Zoe made no attempt to be modest. Her lovely little snatch was quite in view, lovely little labia minor poking pinkly out from black curly hair - Zoe was showing him that the bleeding had almost stopped but also very much more besides. Gary picked up the Elastoplast.

"I think I'll put this on. May I?"

It seemed right now to ask permission to put his fingers inches from her sex and it took considerable effort not to 'accidentally' brush her protruding sex or even 'kiss her better' and not just on the thigh! Gary was so close he could detect her womanly scent as he prepared and applied the large plaster. He couldn't help it, after all penises do what they will, he was having an erection right in front of his next door neighbour and she could hardly miss it.

She smiled, "My Sir Galahad rushing to my aid with a stiff one!

It was pumping up to its full stumpy size. "I'm sorry; I'll go and put something on."

"No, no, not on my account. Leave it be."

It was nice to know his neighbour was comfortable with him having an erection but it did feel really strange to be standing in front of her like that.

"More wine?"

"Perhaps a bit."

Gary took the glasses back to the kitchen. He was more than careful to give himself a careful stroke or three before he walked back outside. Gary liked walking out of his French windows into the hot sunshine naked and erect any day of the week but to be walking out like that to his young pretty neighbour... and handing her the glass of wine with his cock standing to attention!

"It really is thick, you know." She was looking at it close to - not through a knothole in the fence but up close. "Zara was so right about that!"

"How many times have you two been peeking? I am flattered but..."

"Not many, well I can't speak for Zara but, well, twice."

"You've been on the stool before?"

"It was nice, interesting... OK, a bit sexy seeing you walk around like that."

"Naked? Me?"

"Well, a bit more than that."

"An erection?"

And then the bombshell, "Yes, and seeing you wanking was nice too. And once I think you had been busy in your shed or somewhere as you didn't have a hard on but..."

"You said you had only peeked twice!"

"Twice before today I meant."

Gary got up and walked across to the broken fence panel. He really could not believe it. Zoe had seen him walking naked in his garden covered, possibly dripping, with cum, and had liked what she saw!

"I'd better clear this up and get a new panel."

"I'll pay for it of course."

She was right beside him. He was standing with his pretty next door neighbour naked and still with an erection! Automatically he put out his hand to help her over the splintered wood.

"The gap makes it easy to pop around. It was nice sharing a glass of wine in your garden. I must return the favour"

"Zoe, that would be good but I'll mend the fence today."

"So front door or the garden gate then. Clothing is of course optional. No need to dress on my account!" There was a giggle.

Gary watched her retreating bottom, a full bottom which moved from side to side as Zoe walked; a bottom thinly covered by a cotton dress and, as Gary knew very well, unprotected by panties. Sighing, he walked up his garden to get some gloves to work on the remains of the fence. It was sometime before his erection subsided.

It was the next day when Zoe called across the now mended fence.

"Do you fancy some lunch and a glass? I've a couple set out."

"Please, yes that will be great, I'll just get ready."

"No, pop around as you are. No formality."

Gary, as was his summer habit, was gardening in very little - just boots. Did Zoe mean him to come around like that? It certainly sounded like it. Well, he could not possibly go round in dirty boots!

After washing his hands Gary walked barefoot down his garden and past his shed. He had never walked naked out of his gate into the loke - why would he have done - and certainly not into somebody else's garden. It was exciting but definitely something to be nervous about. It was most decidedly not a time for an erection. It would be one thing for a neighbour to see him in the loke, just a back of houses' green track, naked -- that was sort of almost acceptable - but with a tumescent penis? Walking down Zoe's garden was another matter -- that would be good. He had certainly enjoyed being naked and erect with her the day before.

Gary took a deep breath and was out into the loke. A few naked strides and he was opening Zoe's back gate and safely in his neighbour's garden. It was not as neat as his own, no regularly spaced rows of vegetables growing and not much of a shed. Gary walked carefully past a couple of apple trees. In his mind he had taken the 'couple of glasses' to mean Zoe was alone but it was best to be sure. He looked carefully down the garden. All was well - it was just her looking simply delightful in her sun dress and sandals. Gary had rather hoped she too might be enjoying a fabric free morning. He waved and walked on.

Of course there was still the possibility Zoe was not alone and Zara would suddenly walk out of the French windows. Well, both knew he gardened naked. But what if it was Tom or a whole group of women? That did not fit with 'a couple' of glasses. There was also the possibility she had not meant him to come around naked... but she must have meant that. She did not know if he was clothed or not when she had said come 'as you are' but given her knowledge of his habits it must have been meant as an option.

Nobody else appeared and Gary walked up the path. He was careful not to think 'thoughts.' It was understandable he had an erection the day before when putting that plaster on right next to Zoe's pudenda: rather another to just erect on seeing her down the garden. It was not quite the same as raising your cap when you met a lady, as he had been taught so many years ago to do as a schoolboy.

It was very pleasant sitting in the sunshine sipping wine and eating the excellent salad Zoe had set out. It was of course slightly peculiar him being naked and she clothed.

It was Zoe who raised the lack of clothing. "I did wonder if you would dare come like that, I mean down the back passage and in by my back..."

Gary could not help it, his eyebrows went up and a smile flickered across his face. Zoe realised what she had said.

"Gary really! And you'd be too thick for that anyway."

But was Tom? Gary's betraying penis twitched. He had only seen Zoe's bottom clad in jeans or a dress but the image of her bent over, perhaps with a pillow under her or bent over the bed as Tom plugged her bottom was a good image.

Zoe smiled as she watched his penis lift itself off his thigh.

"Sorry Zoe, I..."

"No, Gary let it. I like to see it do that. Look Gary. There is no way I am cheating on my husband; I want you to understand that. I love Tom too much but I have a real wish to see you cum." She reddened. "Like Zara I want to see you spurt. Don't ask me why, but the idea has really got to me. Yes, it makes me wet!"

Gary's cock was standing now. Really standing. She was telling him what made her wet - indeed implying she was already wet!

"So, to be fair to you, what I propose is no touching but..." 

She was really red and took another gulp of the white wine.

"What I propose is I get naked too. I meant to be when you came around but I couldn't quite do it. I mean, I've nothing on under this dress and all I had to do was pull it over my shoulders but I couldn't quite do it. And then..."

She looked away from him, not looking at him as she said, "... and then we masturbate - separately - whilst watching the other."

Gary could see she was so embarrassed. But what an offer!

"Done," he said. "I'm happy, very happy with that." 

Zoe turned back and smiled. "I can see that. Coffee?" She was evidently relieved she had got it out.

Gary had subsided somewhat when Zoe returned with the mugs. He had wondered if she might have lost the dress inside the house but just seeing her in her dress and knowing she was naked beneath caused resurgence. Zoe was amused and openly watched the thickening.

"I'm going to have to take this off, aren't I?"

"Would you like me to go away and come back later, perhaps just catch you unexpectedly in the garden or would you like to come around to my garden - place your hand on my back gate."

Zoe giggled. It was a good sound. "I said no touching!"

"We could go in my shed. Very private."

"It would be very hot in there. It certainly was when we were talking about the handkerchief"

"I find hot and sweaty is nice for masturbation actually." Gary was revealing his rather personal secrets.

"So you sometimes go there to masturbate. Ah ha, that's where you'd been when I saw you walking down the garden all covered in your... stuff?"

"I suppose so." 

"Was it exciting, a little bit daring to walk down the green passage to my back gate naked?"

"Er yes, I was a little nervous but it's not far and I've never seen anyone out there."

"Why don't you, after coffee, go to your shed and I'll pluck up courage to come into your garden and walk up it naked. I won't be able to see you at first which will make it easier and you can wank away looking at me as I did through the fence."

"Were you?"

"Of course I was; that was why I didn't have panties on. But don't come. Just come out of your shed and surprise me all erect. Cut off my escape back to my garden and then we can go and sit and wank and hopefully come. Well I expect you'll cum alright, it's not always so easy for us girls - and I am going to be just so nervous. But I do want to see you come, Zara said there was so much!"

It seemed to Gary that Zara seemed to know an awful lot about his cock. Rather more than an eighteen year old leggy blond should. The thought and Zoe's suggestion did not ease his erection. There was a developing risk, quite a strong one that he was going to have to walk back into the loke not just naked but, this time, erect!

Coffee finished, Gary stood, his erection bobbing up with him. "I'd better go to my shed then!"

Zoe lifted the hem of her dress, but not far enough - just enough though to send an anticipatory shiver down Gary. Would Zoe find it exciting if he spontaneously ejaculated all over her dress? Gary felt that was not impossible - though it was not quite what she was after.

Gary walked down the garden heading for his shed.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Release in the Garden

Gary walked slowly, almost in a daze, down Zoe's garden back to the gate at its very end. His world was getting very strange - and very pleasant. He had just shared a very nice lunch with his neighbour, a really nice salad with chilled white wine and had done so whilst he was completely naked and now he was walking down her garden path not only stark bollock naked but with his penis as big as it had ever been with the prospect of his neighbour shortly joining him in the buff for a shared wanking session. Was this something that normally happened in his neighbourhood?

Did this sort of thing happen normally? Just down the road in a quiet garden was there a group of four or five people seated in a circle all merrily playing with their equipment? Was this what really happened around and about where Gary lived? Imagine being the only male in an all female group! All that attention on his cock - though perhaps there would be disappointment at him being so short and stubby - but for him there would be all that naked female flesh and revealed pudenda. On the other hand it would not perhaps be quite so good being one of several males with only one female. There would have to be a lot of trust on her part and he, for one, would not like the unflattering comparison she would inevitably make, even if unspoken, of the various penises and his little chap. How strange to be in a circle of masturbating men. Yes, of course, all watching the women's fingers but obviously they would watch each other's ejaculations as well. Seeing who shot the highest and the most - male competition always raising its head! Perhaps he would redeem himself in that department when he came and make up for his short stumpy penis losing out in the size comparison - by a wide margin!

Gary stood at the gate. What if someone was out there? He turned and looked back and could just see Zoe and, what was more, she had taken her dress off! He waved and peeked out. Of course no one was there. Imagine, though, if Harry Evans from across the way had been there with his wife. Both naked and Harry sporting an erection with, perhaps, Melanie's hand resting lightly upon it. Would he, Gary, have been happy to just step out and cheerily say 'Hallo' and 'Nice day to be out,' before slipping into his own gate? Was there an etiquette in that situation? It was unlikely though that the whole world had gone naturist and erotic naturist to boot. Nice, though, to see Melanie without clothes. Not young like Zara or fairly young like Zoe but, for mid forties, in good trim. He would be happy to keep her company when Harry was away on his long business trips; keep her tubes well exercised so she was in fine fettle when Harry came back. Nice if Harry asked him to keep an eye on her!

Back safely and unobserved in his own garden, Gary slipped into his shed and sat down on his wooden chair. As he had told Zoe it was certainly hot in there. He had not brought himself to do it next door with Zoe - though he had been tempted - but now his hand reached for his cock and stroked. Beneath the short, stubby shaft his balls began to swing. Gary had been tempted to do that back in Zoe's garden and it hardly seemed she would have minded. After all, in a few minutes, it seemed he would actually be doing just that with Zoe watching and, moreover, she doing the same. She keen, no, positively happy to watch him wanking and even coming. 

There was a sound of his gate opening and closing. Gary held his breath; all being well his next door neighbour with her dark curly hair, freckles and plenty of bosom was naked in his garden just behind his shed and then - there she was. Short, a little plump but what a woman! She was walking towards the house with not a stitch on her. Her full round bottom now revealed in all its chubby perfection, wobbling a little as she walked, her wide, child bearing hips swinging and sweet little dimples showing. Gary's hand speeded up. He had an almost overpowering desire to rush up the garden and penetrate between those cheeks - push his cock into her - bottom hole or vagina did not matter - and empty himself. That, though, was not at all what Zoe wanted.

He took his hand away from his cock. Zoe had most definitely told him not to come and he was already virtually there! He did not want to see her disappointed face if he walked out with cum dripping off his tummy! Gary watched Zoe walk and then turn. Her full breasts revealed and the dark vee of her curls that he had so enjoyed seeing the day before revealed in the sunlight. He could see her: she could not see him but knew he was there. It was time to walk out, walk out with his erection and greet his visitor. 

Gary had walked down his path innumerable times naked and quite a few with an erection but never before to greet another naked person in his garden. His ex wife would never have done such a thing - at least not with him, it now seemed. He stepped out of his shed, turned and there they were, Gary and Zoe perhaps twenty feet apart. 

Gary stared and he was indeed permitted to do just that; this was why Zoe had taken her dress off. He walked towards her with his eyes more on her breasts than face. Not an unusual thing for men to do and certainly not when there was not just a suggestive cleavage and swell but with the breasts entire there for him to see, full without a hint of sag and brown areolae looking at him with little suckable nipples pointing out in a most attractive way. 

"Do we shake hands or something?" He said.

"Certainly not 'something.' I said no touching!"

"Shall we go and sit down?"

They walked side by side down the path, Gary openly watching the bouncing of her breasts as she walked. They sat on the loungers.

Slowly and with every intention of being arousing, Zoe lifted her right thigh over the arm of the lounger spreading herself. A full womanly bush - no shaving for Zoe except perhaps a little bikini line. Hair rather lighter brown than the hair Gary was used to seeing on her head; hair in a big vee over the raised plump mons veneris, the slit obscured by a thickening of the hair around the divide with the clitoral hood poking out pink and wrinkly from the hair. Plump labia major all covered in little curls and then the labia minor extending from the hood, also crinkly and pink and pleasingly lengthy and swollen, before the lips joined again in a little pink vee pointing backwards to the brown wrinkled orifice of Zoe's back passage. It was all there for him to see just as he had always wanted. Zoe was hiding nothing. Well not all, as the labia minor were still together hiding the secret sexual entrance to her body. An entrance Gary knew he would be permitted to view but not to pass into - however much he would want to! It was a vision of sexual loveliness and Gary said so.

Zoe smiled at the compliment. "There, you have seen everything now! Phew it took a bit of nerve but this is so pleasant. Well, you start."

"Like this?"

"Mmmm. If I may be personal, I do really like that big plum end you have."

Gary looked at his cock and his sliding foreskin. His glans had always had a greater diameter than the shaft; it was very much the helmet end with a splay more like the old First World War German helmet. You could not miss it even when foreskin covered - the shape just showed through the covering. As he looked up he saw Zoe's hand was sliding up her thigh. She really was going to do it - he was going to see his neighbour masturbating for real.

Gary opened his thighs, he was not just wanking for himself - he had to put on a bit of a show, let Zoe see his balls move.

Zoe's fingers touched her sex, just lightly but her finger tips were on it and Gary's eyes were glued to the sight as her fingers just lightly stroked and teased around the edges. And then it happened, all by itself the inner lips parted giving Gary a sunlit view into Zoe's secret entrance all pink, wet and enticing. He almost came at the sight and would have had he not stopped his stroking. How lovely to be able to slip inside or just pump his stuff all over Zoe's entrance, covering it in great sticky dollops of male ejaculate!

Her fingers moved inwards and then one, followed by another slipped inside. 

"I feel so naughty doing this with you - I mean fucking myself with my fingers whilst you watch and wank. Go on keep going! Up, down, up and cover. I wonder what it would be like in me, it being so thick - NOT that we are going to try - it would take a bit just getting it in! More cucumber than carrot!"

"Zoe, do you masturbate with vegetables then?"

"No! Why, would you like to see me try?"

"Yes please! What do you use?"

She had three fingers inside her now sliding in and out, her thumb occasionally brushing her clit.

"I don't masturbate much. I've got Tom and his cock is much better than a bit of plastic or a carrot!"

"So, no sex toys hidden away?" 

"Gary really! No nothing like that."

"Nothing that buzzes with a battery? "

"No! I don't even know what one would feel like. Do you - do you stick one up your bum?"

"What! No! I'm a natural wanker." These were personal questions!

They laughed.

"I use my hand and go into my shed, or I'm in the garden, or in the shower or in bed. Quite a lot really!" It was strange talking to his neighbour so freely whilst staring unashamedly at her naked chubby body. Zoe really did have wonderful breasts and to see them moving as she moved and see her fingers play with her nipples was just so good.

His hand was at its job right in front of Zoe. Careful long strokes. 

"I suppose I can't stand over you and come?"

Zoe bit her lip, "No, I think that comes under touching - just. No, over your tummy please!"

"Can I have a closer look."

"Yes, so long as you don't touch."

Gary got up and he bent right down to look closely at Zoe's sex, as close as when he had been attending to her wound. There was still Elastoplast - a fresh dressing - on the wound. Close to he could see everything in detail right down to her little clit poking firmly out of its hood, her womanly scent inviting - would Zoe really mind if he kissed and tongued her. His tongue wet his lips.

Zoe was watching him, "Not a finger or the tip of your tongue, Gary. That's the rule!"

"Not a kiss?"

"Most certainly not a kiss - particularly French kissing! You just look."

He pouted and went back to his lounger. He might not have touched but his nose had not missed the musky, slightly fresh bread scent of a woman in heat.

It was delightful for them, lying back and playing with themselves in the warm sunshine, easy and companionable like drinking tea.

It was Zoe who came first. Lovely for Gary to watch the diddling of her fingers on her clit, the greater splaying of her thighs and the thrusting of her hips before they clamped tight around her working fingers and he watched, entranced, as her face screwed itself up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck - that was good, very good - actually!" Zoe eventually said. "Now your turn. I'd love to set you off myself but rules are rules - no touching."

Gary felt just a little self conscious as Zoe sat up and stared at his cock. The idea was intensely erotic in principle having your pretty neighbour watching you come but, even so, it did feel strange showing not just your erection but that other rather dramatic physical thing - the emission of semen. Gary's hand began to move, slowly at first but with increasing speed until he very deliberately passed the no turning back point, his bottom came up off the lounger and momentarily as the first spurt left his cock he held his hand still, his foreskin stretched right back and his big head fully exposed, a couple more quick strokes and then a second momentary pause as the second spurt flew. It was a great orgasm made all the better for Zoe's "Wow!" The cum literally flew up his chest, on his tummy until there was no more spurting - just a little still dripping and oozing. As usual Gary was just a bit of a mess.

"So much," said Zoe, "so much more than Tom. What is it about men coming that is so exciting?"

Gary was not sure it was like that for a lot of women; certainly not his ex wife. He could still recall the complaints about the carpet. It was normal to him though - he had always produced a lot. It was only watching porno films that he had realised that whilst some men were very, very long in the penis department, he was very high up in the ejaculation division!

"I really liked watching that, Gary. We must do it again."

Gary was delighted, "Anytime - though give me at least an hour from now!"

"Zoe laughed. "No, not today! Tell you what. If I fancy mutual wanking I'll call over if you'd like coffee... with cream and you can reply yes or no. You can do the same. A coded message!"

Gary made them tea. Pleasant to sit post orgasmic with a cup each. Zoe refused to let him tidy himself up and just as he had when gardening he sat there with evidence of his ejaculation all over his chest and stomach, his penis all wilted but still wet at the end. Zoe was rather more presentable but even her inner thighs stayed damp for quite a time -- Gary was observant.

Gary watched Zoe's retreating bottom going up his garden. He had offered to escort her back. How dreadful if both had been caught naked in the loke! Certainly Zoe had paused and peaked out very carefully. Gary tidied things up and went back to his gardening. What an enjoyable experience! He wondered when Zoe would suggest coffee... with cream - his cream again!

It was almost exactly an hour from his ejaculation when he found himself with an erection again. Thoughts of Zoe and the prospect of another sun bathed, mutual lounger wank just so exciting. He worked hard but the erection just kept coming back. Should he save himself in case Zoe called the next day or slip into his shed and relieve his difficulty? The shed won and sometime later Gary found himself once more gardening but with a fresh mess down his front. 'What a wanker,' he thought!

It was actually a few days later when Gary received the call. Another hot day. Gary had been to the garden centre and was happily pottering around planting his purchases when a voice came over the fence.

"Hi Gary, you there? Fancy a cup of coffee?

"Yes please."

"With or without cream?"

"Just a splash."

There was a giggle, a very attractive giggle, and an "I doubt that."

"I'll be round in a jiffy."

A quick shower and still actually a little damp, Gary padded down his garden and out into the loke. Once more he walked completely naked up Zoe's garden. It was again a little concerning. Not least when Marmalade, Zoe's cat, rubbed its side against his shin. He had not seen the cat approach. It made him jump; made him jumpy. What if Zoe was not alone - though she had given the coded phrase - but say Tom was there, say Zoe had joined her husband in the game. Would he actually mind being naked with Tom? Hardly, if it meant he had the chance of fucking Zoe - taking it in turns in the hot sunshine. He fucking Zoe whilst she sucked Tom and turnabout again. Gary rose to the idea and so found himself walking up to Zoe with his short stubby cock at attention. He was pleased to see she too was naked.

Zoe's eyebrows rose, "Pleased to see me?" She poured the coffee. "Would it really mix?"

"Salty coffee, I doubt it. Do you want to try?"

"NO! That would be touching."

Gary remembered Zoe's words from the previous session - "Just!"

It was pleasant to sit naked, chat and drink coffee particularly knowing what would come next. There was no hurry, it was good to sit and talk.

Of course Gary's erection subsided but when Zoe started playing with herself he quickly hardened.

"I like seeing men do that."

"And how many men do you see doing just that."

"Just Tom - well, and you - of course."

"Better seeing Tom though - more to see."

"Don't be so sensitive, Gary. Look, you make up for length in your girth which is as I've said before impressive - I mean, it's not just me, remember what Zara said."

Gary was not going to forget in a hurry the report that the young schoolgirl from up the road had been watching and, bizarrely, liking what she saw.

"And Gary, when you come that's impressive too I think. I don't believe - not that I've that much experience you know - many men come like that."

Gary liked hearing her talk about his cock. What man would not like to hear his penis being flattered? It was good to watch Zoe's hands and listen. His own hands began to move.

"And it's a very attractive cock, lovely shape to it. Yes, yes it's short but everything else is just lovely."

Fun leaning back in chairs with legs splayed and just watching and playing. It was Zoe who came first once again, Gary stroking faster as he watched her, his pretty little neighbour caught in the throes of orgasm.

When it was his turn Zoe got up and knelt close to him.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to take over?" Gary released his hand as he lay back in his chair with his penis hard, stumpy and very close to release, enjoying the feeling of being so exposed to his pretty neighbour, offering his penis to her to play.

"It's not a matter of liking - I am just not touching. Whether I would like to do that or even see if I could get all of that in my mouth - and I'm doubtful I could - is beside the point. Off you go and just let me watch. You can think about me slurping all your cum down if you like and you never know I might be thinking that too! But no. One, two, three - go on, come for Zoe!"

Gary's hand began moving, his foreskin sliding, his big plum head all shiny and full, appearing and disappearing, the fraenum pulled taught. Gary was not going to close his eyes on coming. He was watching Zoe watching his penis and the look of 'oooh' on her face as his first pulse came was an erotic image of the first order. Being Gary, of course, he just came and came, splashing over his chest and tummy, pooling in his tummy button and, altogether, making a real mess. So much tidier if Zoe had 'slurped' it all down - if she could - or he had discretely deposited it safely - or not so safely - between her legs.

"Have you a tissue or three?" Gary asked.

Zoe's finger reached out and touched his cum, just one splash of it on his tummy; it lifted with her finger, a sticky, viscous strand.

"No leave it like that. Like you did before. Is it potent? I mean, I don't mean I want to fuck you. I was just asking. You see I'm beginning to wonder about Tom. We've been trying for a baby and... nothing's happening."

"Oh, that can be because of all sorts of things as you know. What does the doctor say?" 

"He suggests a sample but I don't want to upset Tom by asking."

"Take it without him knowing."

"Oh I think he'd know, men usually notice their cocks being played with."

"I meant the sample. He's not to know what you do with it after..."

"He'd see the container."

"Not if he was blindfolded."

"Tie him down and jerk him off?"

"Well ultimately yes. You could do all sorts of things before then which it is not for me to enquire into!"

"Such as?"

"Zoe, really. Your bedroom secrets are your own affair. You could suck him."

"How'd you know I do that?"

"I don't. But you like sex and I hardly think it is likely that you don't! You do don't you?"

"You'd like to watch wouldn't you? You'd like to watch Tom and me?"

"Zoe, if the question is would I like to see you being fucked, would I like to see your pretty mouth wrapped around a cock? Would I like to see your lovely little body being properly seen to? Yes I would - is that a surprise? Are you offended?"

"So I tie Tom to the bed, blindfold him and you creep in and watch."

Gary laughed, "Yes please!"

"And take photographs?"

"If you like!"




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 03



"And spurt over me as I am being fucked; come up close to me and silently let fly. My husband fucking me as you cover me in all that cum."

She was playing with herself again, getting worked up on their conversation.

"You couldn't stop me without giving the game away! I might even risk touching."

Zoe shook her head.

"But," said Gary, "would you like that, a shower of cum?"

"Might do."

"What about more than one man. You fucking and there's a whole team of men, cock after cock, all primed and ready. Do you want to feel the cum falling, dropping on your skin. Do you want to just watch them wanking or do you want to help - yes, one in each hand or do you want to suck - feel a smooth head slipping between your lips?"

Even Gary was wanking as he spoke, trying to raise a stand again. Zoe's fingers were moving at speed. "Keep talking, keep talking dirty."

"And all the while Tom's cock is sliding within you. You've got a cock in each hand, one in your mouth but it's not enough - there's another hole to fill."

"No, I don't like that."

"It's not a matter of liking. These men are all bigger than you, it's what they want not what you want - and one of them wants your bottom. He's kind, he's lubricating it with another's spilt cum, making it easy to penetrate. But his cock's still big; not too big because it's going in, really going in. You can protest all you like but there is already a cock in your mouth dripping salty cum, your hands are full of cock and the men are holding you down on Tom. It's going in, all the way; whoops, there goes another virginity! You've never felt so full and it's getting worse. Another man is trying to get in alongside Tom but he can't quite make it and instead comes right on your clit. Imagine the hot pulsing right there, one, two, three, four... hot pulse after hot pulse making your clit sticky with cum..."

"Gary I, oooh..."

Gary stopped talking and watched his friend orgasming for the second time. Such a beautiful sight and what a lovely rounded body she had, all shaking in a really pleasing way. It was a pity he couldn't make himself come again yet. He was only at best semi-hard.

There was a pause. "What a lot of nonsense you talk, Gary. But I liked the pictures you drew - as fantasy only."

Gary smiled. "Happy to oblige. Any time!"

"You look such a naughty mess like that, Gary. What would Zara say if she popped around now!"

Gary looked worried. "Not likely is it?"

"Not that I know of!"

After a time Gary got up, "Better get on with the garden. Thanks for the coffee."

"Well, thank you too for bringing the cream around... and such a nice little cream jug!"

"With the emphasis on the 'little' of course."

"There you go again. Dumpy little thing though, not going to be knocked over in a hurry! Squat, practical and just right for holding a lot of cream... perhaps we should get some strawberries!

"Zoe!"

"Well, would you if I did?"

"Wouldn't that be touching?"

"Probably. It was not a real question you know!"

Gary wandered back down the garden path. Did Zoe really fancy strawberries freshly garnished with his cum? He was not sure he did!

There was no one in the loke which was just as well given what was dripping down his chest and tummy! Gary set to work once more in his garden but with his cock at half mast. The image of Zoe and strawberries difficult to get out of his mind. Perhaps he should plant some? He began to work out where was a suitable sunny spot.

A week later, another call across the fence. Gary had been disappointed at the gap of a week. He had even sat in his shed in the meantime 'thinking.' He had asked her once during the week but she had said, "no, not today."

It was a funny old relationship, not that he was complaining; he was happy enough to watch Zoe masturbating any time. To do more would be good even if it was 'only hands.' Gary would be very happy to let his hands roam over her body and bring her off that way. Of course fucking Zoe for real would be better still but she was hardly going to allow that given her loyalty to Tom. But the idea of bending her over the worktop of her kitchen and penetrating her from behind whilst he pressed into that lovely soft bottom of hers got him hard very easily. It was really nice to feel his cock engorging as he worked in his garden and had his thoughts. What would it be like waking up in the same bed as Zoe and feeling her mounting him before he was really quite awake? What would it be like sharing a bath or shower with her - feeling his hands slippery with soap or shower gel on her skin?

Her call had brought him from his thoughts, "Gary - fancy a cup of coffee?"

His reply was immediate, "Yes please?"

"I'm fresh out of cream, could you bring some around; I had the last on my strawberries this morning." A giggle.

Gary was instantly very hard. The image of Zoe sitting at her breakfast table masturbating her husband and directing his cock to ejaculate all over her strawberries and then sitting and eating them one by one with relish was a real turn on. He imagined her dabbing her lips demurely with a napkin to remove any lingering traces of 'cream.' Would Tom stand staring in disbelief with his wilted cock still hanging from his suit trousers perhaps even dangling in the cereal bowl? "I'd like some more strawberries but I see we are out of cream. Could you ask Gary to pop around? He's sure to have some this early in the morning!"

"Are you coming?"

'Almost,' thought Gary. Would he really be able to ejaculate on Zoe's strawberries with Tom watching? Well that was certainly not going to happen but might Zoe be up to doing something like that without Tom? The trouble was the image of Zoe eating garnished strawberries (or raspberries for that matter!) was highly erotic - and would be great to masturbate to whilst she ate -- only, he would have to cum first to provide the 'cream'. What he would like to do was wank to her eating the strawberries but that was the wrong way around - he would need to provide the 'cream' first!

"Yes, be right round."

Once more Gary found himself peeping around his garden gate before stepping out naked and erect into the loke. He had been tempted to get dressed first; after all to be seen would be awful. How could he explain without potentially getting Zoe into difficulties? But getting dressed seemed to miss the point. Walking down Zoe's garden naked was the point - he liked doing that. 

It was but a short few steps and Gary was safely in Zoe's garden and she was right there waiting for him with not a stitch on herself. She glanced down meaningfully, "does all this excite you that much?"

Gary shrugged, "Yes but I can't check on you without touching though I suppose," he exaggerated his peering, "those nipples of yours are, I think, standing and if I could just squeeze a little I could confirm..."

"No tweaking of nipples allowed, Gary, remember. Touching is only permitted in a medical emergency." 

Gary remembered all right, remembered the touch of his hands on her thigh when she had fallen through the fence - he remembered that very soft thigh."

"Well, be careful you don't prick yourself on that rose bush. Who knows what attention I would need to give you then."

"I wasn't aware breast sucking was particularly good for stopping bleeding."

"An efficacious remedy for all sorts of minor cuts and abrasions. Indeed I can prescribe regular and immediate intercourse for all manner of aches and pains."

"Luckily I'm feeling just fine!"

Nonetheless it was more than pleasant to walk around Zoe's garden making the occasional suggestion even offering, as he was retired, to help her out with some gardening. She was happy to accept though commented that it might surprise some of her friends but she supposed she could brush it off with, "Oh he's very good, it is just he likes to be like that in the summer - my naked gardener - he's probably available for hire if you need some work done." Of course, giggled Zoe, "it might be a bit more difficult to explain if you were looking like you are now. I'm not sure saying, 'oh, that's just men' would really suffice!"

It was good walking around, particularly as Zoe's breasts bounced as she moved. Gary did not think he could tire of watching them wobble or seeing their shape change as she bent forward to point at something in a flower bed and seeing them hang pendulous with their brown areolae pointing to the ground.

"Men and breasts!" said Zoe, "you have only half your attention on the garden and what I am saying and the other half on my tits! Your cock gives you away if I wasn't catching where your eyes keep straying."

It was so strange standing in his neighbour's garden and talking like that.

"They are lovely, Zoe, I admit I like seeing them moving - yes bouncing around."

"Ttttut," went Zoe but she gave her chest a heave and her breasts literally bounced before settling down again.

"Phew!" Gary overdid it a bit but he liked what he saw.

"Do you think if I started jumping up and down you would just cum?"

"Almost - I admit I like this."

"Shall I get my skipping rope?"

"Oh yes please!" Gary was enthusiastic.

"Twit - I haven't got one."

"You could jump up and down a bit..."

"I could... but really." A mock sigh and then she did.

It was wonderful, chubby little dark haired Zoe jumping up and down on the spot, her whole body in motion but most especially her breasts just bouncing up and down as she jumped, the mounds bouncing up and down in unison.

Gary could not resist and he started wanking as he stared at Zoe's wonderful bouncing breasts.

"Odd without a bra! Your turn."

"Huh?"

"Go on you jump up and down, I'd like to see your big plum waggle and your balls jangle in their sack. It's not just girls who have bouncy bits you know!"

She crouched the better to see, her legs splaying, and Gary started jumping up and down feeling his stumpy little cock move in time with his jumps and slapping against his tummy with his balls bouncing freely in their sun loosened scrotum. Possibly in mock emulation of him she too masturbated, her fingers tickling between her legs and pushing inside herself.

Gary made to stop, "No, no keep going I like this. Wouldn't it be funny if you started cumming - it'd fly everywhere." She seemed to like the idea; her fingers seemed to speed up.

"You'd get it in your hair - probably everywhere."

"Go on then, I dare you! Go on cum. I can take it!"

"Don't be silly Zoe; I'm not going to just cum like this." Up and down he bounced

"Oh well, your opportunity lost then! All in my hair..."

She let him stop jumping.

It was still difficult for Gary to believe that he was walking around his neighbour's garden with his naked pretty neighbour and chatting to her all the while sporting his erection. So companionable and the sexual tension so strong. It was rather what he had day-dreamed about but this was for real. It would have been better if she was holding his cock, even just lightly, but it was still very good. Gary was not complaining.

"Sorry about not coming over the other day when you asked but it was that time of the month." Zoe said.

"Wouldn't have mattered. You are very welcome for just coffee or a glass of wine anytime. Why I'd even put a shirt on!"

Zoe laughed.

"So, no luck in the pregnancy department then?"

The mood changed; Gary was almost sorry he had said it but he was not sure it was inappropriate and, after all, he cared.

"No," said Zoe. "Another disappointment."

It rather killed thoughts of sex and masturbation for a time but after they were seated with coffee and chocolate biscuits the lovely warm sunshine lightened the mood again. Gary could not get over how sexy Zoe looked with her legs dangling over the arms of her chair, her sex so totally revealed and her fingers stirring. Of course he wanted to put his penis there, feel the wetness envelop his cock but that was not allowed and he was more than content looking.

"Did you really... with the strawberries?"

"What?"

"Did Tom really cum over your breakfast?"

"Huh?"

"You said, ambiguously I agree, that you had the last of your cream on your strawberries this morning."

"Oh, I did, didn't I? And I sort of implied..." Again the giggle. "No, that was real cream - from a cow - and it was the last. I'm not sure Tom would... though I've never asked... never thought of asking." There was a pause and Zoe seemed to be thinking. "It's not that Tom hasn't cum in my mouth often enough."

"You like that?" Gary's ex wife had not - or said she did not.

"Mmmm, but of course that is that so far as having sex. Once he's come there's no more fun for me. So best not in bed really. Don't overdo the sucking is what I say! But yes it's nice feeling your man coming."

"So you sometimes blow him when it's not bedtime?"

"What a funny expression, 'blow,' I wonder why? After all it's more suck than blow isn't it! I sometimes catch Tom fresh from the shower in the morning and make him late for work. It infuriates him but I just love catching his little floppy dick in my mouth, sucking it all in and not letting go. There I am, clamped to him and won't let him go." Her fingers were moving freely, even slipping inside. "Lovely to feel him growing in my mouth and then I work him until he cums. Have you ever sucked a man off?"

"NO!" 

"Perhaps you should try it - it's nice!"

"Not my scene, Zoe. Have you gone down on a woman then?"

"Well , no."

"You should try that then. It's nice too!" 

"Touche! But really it is you know. Perhaps in another life we could share one - like a fat cigar."

Gary pulled a face.

"Of course, as soon as Tom's come in the morning he gets cross. It's so fun seeing him stomping around with his cock still dripping as he gets his clothes from his drawers complaining he will now be late. I tell him he will have to give me a good spanking when he gets home - and I expect to be fucked properly then! It's funny the games adults play. I mean look at us now!"

"And do you get spanked?"

"Sometimes. I can be a naughty girl you know."

"I can see that!"

"Would you like to spank me?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"No. I just find it exciting to ask. It would be touching."

"Not if I didn't use my hand."

"Ah, but wouldn't I be across your knee?"

"Preferably! But not necessarily."

"You'll cum soon if you go on like that." Gary was wanking hard at the idea but, to be fair, so was Zoe.

"And I hope so will you."

"I bet, Gary, you'd like to spank Zara particularly in her school uniform pretending to be the headmaster with a recalcitrant schoolgirl; bend her over your knee and lift her pleated skirt before your hand descended."

"Best if her knickers were lowered."

"Is she wearing any? Perhaps she has been asked to take them off first or would you prefer to pull them down yourself. But I'd be watching, making sure the headmaster does not do anything inappropriate. Just a good spanking - no wandering fingers! No getting his cock out and putting it where he shouldn't!"

"Can't I wander like your fingers are wandering?"

"What inside the young girl? Certainly not. She's a virgin after all."

"Is she?"

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"We talk."

"Can't I take the skirt off so I see rather more when she stands up?"

"Gary really! Oh alright, yes."

"How many slaps?"

"She has been very naughty indeed. Quite a few."

"What's she done?"

"What would you like? Let's make it - boys behind the bike sheds."

"What have they been doing?"

"It's more what she's been doing! What would a naughty girl do with boys behind the bike shed?"

"I... oh... Zoe I think, sorry, I am about to apply some balm to Zara's reddened bum. I... oooh." Gary began to cum, his hand flew up and down his shaft and, as usual, his semen poured out of him in delicious long spurts. The image of Zara, breasts untucked through her opened blouse, sucking boys behind the bike sheds clear in his mind. His eyes opened to see Zoe's eyes screwed up and her fingertips right on her clit. It was a mutual orgasm if from a few yards apart.

There was silence for a while.

"And do you think that will soothe her smarting cheeks?"

"I doubt it, but it certainly soothed me."

They laughed.

"You're running down the side of your tummy, Gary. That cock of yours doesn't half produce!"

"You're dripping too." Gary watched the lubrication from Zoe running down her open thighs and wetting the chair. She was not being modest -- she was very open to his view.

"Not surprised. That was good, very good, Gary. I do like doing this in the sunshine."

They stayed talking for a time but Zoe had to go out and Gary always had something to do in the garden - even if it might be a post orgasmic snooze.

He walked past his shed thinking of Zara's reddened cheeks and his soothing balm just running off them into the crack of her bum, who knew where it might run to from there, perhaps after a snooze he might sit in his shed and think about that.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - CFNM interlude

Since retirement Gary had been an early riser. Not one to stay in bed, he liked to be up and doing. Early shopping at the supermarket meant a lack of bother because of a lack of people blocking the gangways and causing queues at the tills. It meant he could be back for a still early breakfast in the garden and then some pottering about - if he was not going out to golf or something else. This particular morning he had actually gone to the garden nursery early and so had plenty to do in the garden as he had bought rather a lot of things. It was yet another glorious morning - so different from the year before when summer seemed never to come - and Gary was as happy and content as could be. Who could not be with a lovely garden and a lovely neighbour who sometimes popped around?

It was good to hear Zoe's call around eleven; Gary had just been thinking coffee and, as if on cue, he had heard Zoe's voice. He replied,"Your usual? Just come around." 

"With plenty of cream" came back. His cock actually rose just on the phrase. It was funny how easily one could be conditioned to new sexual stimuli. Was he a little like Pavlov's dog? He went inside to get things ready.

When Gary came out with the coffee mugs he realised he had made a mistake - he had only brought two mugs. He was going to need a third because Zoe was not alone.

Gary stood completely still unsure what to do. He had just walked out and there was Zoe but with Zara both fully clothed and smiling: there he was completely naked with a coffee mug in each hand. At least his cock was not embarrassing him with its rude proudness but certainly he did not have a stitch on.

"Oh, right, well, hallo to you both - I'll get another mug." A speedy retreat seemed a good policy.

It could not be, though, that Zoe had expected anything else. She had used the coded phrase after all. She would have known Gary would be naked. This was nothing other than intentional. Gary decided there was no need to get dressed. If two young women wanted him to be with them in his natural state then who was he to disagree? It had never happened to him before; he had never been naked with two attractive girls before - more was the pity – and it was not an opportunity to be wasted. Moreover Zoe must have known he could just as easily been more than naked - he could have been showing his usual pleasure at seeing her. Was that what they had been hoping?  He could feel a thickening at the thought.  He tried to put that out of his mind as he stepped back into the sunshine.

"There we are. I'll get the biscuits."  It was all so very normal - but not! "Do sit down."

And so there they all were making small talk and drinking coffee as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was Gary who, after a time, opened the real subject. "I hear, Zara, from Zoe, that you have an interest in sheds."

"No, I..." But she reddened.

"I hear you have been in my shed."

"Yes, sorry."

"And peeking."

It was lovely. As he said it, Zara's eyes dropped to his cock. It was almost like she was touching it - just the acknowledgement of its presence as her eyes looked straight at it.  And she had such a pretty blush.

"Zara liked seeing you naked, Gary. Women like looking at naked men you know - and their equipment. It's not just men that like to see naked women. And, Gary, you are not seeing naked women today; Zara is not ready to take her clothes off."

Gary pulled a face as if to say, "well, that's not fair."

"I told Zara we had been naturists together - and a little more. She wanted to see. Wanted to see you erect, Gary, and wants to see you come - again." She turned to Zara who was looking almost as if she would rather not be there; as if Zoe was saying far too much, "He ejaculates so much doesn't he? That so impresses me."

There was a pause, "I think so. I'm not very experienced." There was an interesting mix of embarrassment and self confidence coming. "Could I see it again please, Mr Roldern?"

It was an unbelievable request. A schoolgirl asking to see him come! He wondered at just how much experience she had - did she have any apart from seeing him from his garden shed? Zoe had said quite definitely she was a virgin – but that only meant she had not engaged in one particular form of sexual activity. There was plenty boys and girls could do with their hands... and mouths.

"What do you want Mr Roldern to do, Zoe? Tell him."

It was lovely to see her swallowing before she said, "Can I see you get erect, Mr Roldern?" The blush was still there.

"And?" Zoe was being naughty. Forcing Zara to use the words.

"Can I see you... come as well, please?"

Gary could not quite do that to order.  "I expect so."

"Gary," it was Zoe making things clear, "no clothes are coming off us today but... perhaps another day Zara may pluck up the courage. But I have warned her that if she does she'll have to be spanked. I told her you wanted to do that."

"I didn't, I don't!"  It was Gary's turn to be embarrassed.

"Yes, you did Gary, you told me. All men like spanking."

"But there's no need, no need at all for Zara to be spanked. No need."

The girls were giggling which puzzled Gary.

"I win my bet." Said Zoe.  "I said you'd get hard when we talked about spanking and look at you now! Come on stand up, show Zara."

Zara was both smiling and staring. It was unbelievable for Gary. He had got hard without noticing.  There was something particularly erotic in standing up with it showing; it was not quite so obvious sitting down but as he stood it really pushed into prominence right in front of the girls, bringing it closer to them – right in their faces so to speak. There he was, Gary Roldern, showing his cock off to an appreciative audience of women, no girls, of 18 and 34!

"It wouldn't go in, Zoe, really it wouldn't. It's miles too big - round I mean - I know it's not very long but... Sorry Mr Roldern I didn't mean to be rude."

"Please, Zara, say what you like."

"Babies come out, Zara - well of some women anyway - so you and I could of course stretch." Zoe being practical. "You'll just have to work up to one like that – a challenge." 

They burst into a fit of giggles as women will. Gary smiled. The idea came to him of a series of boys and men lining up to ease Zara, to stretch her in stages. A little trainer cock, all spindly but easy to push in, building up to something the thickness of his - though perhaps with a bit more, or a lot more, length to it, the sort of thing you saw in porno films - sometimes allegedly ten or more inches long and thick like him. Well, he could do thick but three inches just did not measure up to the video stars!

"Walk up and down a bit, Gary, show yourself off for Zara."

It felt strange but so exciting to be displaying himself to these women. Displaying an erection almost ridiculously short but nonetheless angled very well, with a prominent head and certainly girth – and it stayed hard as he showed himself off which was not something most men could perhaps so easily do.

Zoe got up from her chair, "Come on Zara, let's get Gary to show you his garden - he likes to do that; it is lovely isn't it? I'm so taken with it. And Gary, no letting that erection droop. Zara wants to see that too!"

It was even better walking around his garden all worked up showing the two girls around. Of course erections do not stay for ever without stimulus and Gary found himself drooping after a time talking about plants. Zoe's ploy was obvious. She was going to force him to have to wank in front of Zoe - not just be exposed but to do that intimate thing.  Zara just stared and stared as he brought himself back up to his 'full' height.

But it would not stay up and again he drooped. Zoe made a tutting sound. "I'm a married woman and mustn't touch but, Zara, if you want to it will help Gary. Just lightly cup his balls and lift them whilst he walks. That'll do the trick."

"May I?" It seemed to Gary that Zara was more asking Zoe than him! Women in control – well, fine, he was happy with that!

It did the trick, even without Zara touching - but she still did. Lovely to have this tall, fair teen reaching out and just holding his scrotum and balls in the palm of her hand. So gentle, such soft skin - such young skin! They walked on around the garden like that. Gary at attention as if his bollocks were resting on a velvet cushion, his eyes every so often glancing down to see just where Zara's hand was - it really was holding his balls! He was tempted, but how would they react, to suggest he got his camera and got Zoe to photograph them like that. What a photograph! Zara and him standing side by side in the sunshine, she in denim skirt and tee shirt, pretty, tall, fair and smiling at the camera, he, well looking like his 58 years but naked, erect and with Zara's hand lightly supporting his balls with his cock standing (stumpily) proud above. Of course he would have a great big grin as well!

Having toured the back garden they returned to the chairs on the patio.

"Would you like Gary to make himself come or would you like to work his cock for him, Zara?"

"What do I do?"

Didn't she know? Surely an eighteen year old these days would know enough about boys to know that? 

"Just slide his foreskin up and down, play with his balls and his nipples if you like. Men like that. Do what you would with your own."

Gary liked that - an allusion to Zara masturbating herself. He would like to see that. Perhaps he would on another visit - perhaps he might... assist! He would love to play with her breasts and more! What were they like under that tee shirt?

Zara's hand moved, slowly, delightfully slowly, her finger tips traced the contours of his penis, up the veined, wrinkled shaft to the smooth bulbous head.  It was, of course, wonderful.

"Like this?" She was asking Zoe as her hand began to slide his foreskin up and over his glans. "It must be nice having Tom in your bed to play with like this."

"It is, it is."

Gary was thinking how nice it would be to have Zara in his bed to play with. Imagine that; Zara staying overnight; perhaps her parents away and she feeling a bit lonely. Her telephone call. His 'yes just pop around. No need to bring anything.' There would be no need for night attire! Imagine undressing her. Imagine sharing a bath - imagine fucking her in bed! His cock going to and fro between her legs and eventually the spurting; his always prodigious orgasm really filling her up.

"Not too fast, nice and slow."

With her free hand Zara was stroking one of his nipples. Gary imagined her doing just the same to her own nipples in bed. It was a more than attractive image. He wanted to suggest Zara loosen her clothing in the heat but knew Zoe would not permit that. Zara's hand continued to work him. Gary lay back and surrendered to the feelings and the sheer pleasure of the attention of two girls. Zoe was watching with an amused smile on her face. Gary was sure she wanted to put her hand under her dress.

"Zoe why don't you..."

"Gary, what a thing to suggest! In front of Zara. Really! She would be shocked."

It seemed rather unlikely given Zara's hand was wrapped around his cock and she was busy masturbating a naked man!

The culmination was inevitable. He was getting very close and he pushed Zara's hand away to slow things down and allow him to recover.

"No Gary. You have got to come. No holding it back. We can't have you keeping all that stuff and going off and having a quiet wank in your shed after we have gone. It's got to come out, and come out now. Zara wants to see you ejaculate. I've told her you'll shoot almost to your chin. She wants to see you come and she wants to see you really spurt, lots of it, all over yourself. Now open those legs wide like you get me to do, give her access to your balls so she can slap you if you don't do as you're told – which is just to comeand make it a big one!"

It was great. Gary lay back, completely exposed to these women, really completely under their control, and let Zara do the work. With one hand she steadily worked his foreskin and with the other she fondled his balls, moving them around in their sack. He was not going to last long. He didn't!

"Zoe, Zara, I'm about to come."

"Faster Zara," commanded Zoe.

He was glancing from her moving hand to the concentrated look on her face. Gary presumed he made some inarticulate noise and then closed his eyes tight as the first spasm hit and he felt his ejaculation begin. He opened his eyes in time to catch the second spurt flying and see Zara staring open mouthed as he felt the semen hit his chest.

And being him he just kept coming for quite a time as one hand kept pulling and the other kept fondling.

"Gently slow, Zara, yes that's it. Just hold him as he softens. Well, didn't our boy do well!"

Gary looked and, well, yes he had! There were strands or streams of cum all up his chest, across his tummy, all pearly white in the sunshine. There was even some on Zara's hand. He was hardly going to miss spotting that!

"It's so different what boys or men do, isn't it Zoe?"

"Necessary for life." Was there wistfulness in her voice? "But yes, so different but not all men do anything quite so dramatic. Our Gary does overdo it a bit. But I like that!"

"So do I. What do we do? Do we mop it up? Shall I get a tissue?"

"You'll need a box! No, leave him Zara. I like him like that. But don't let him drip on you Zara. That stuff's probably potent. We don't want to get you in the Club."

"But surely it's got to be up..."

"Of course it has; I'm only joking. You can rub yourself all over with it - just not there!"

Gary was happy to listen to the chatter and lie there fully satiated. An eighteen year old, pretty girl had just tossed him off. He, Gary Roldern, had just been masturbated by an eighteen year old girl, she had made his penis spurt and there she was still holding his cock with his stuff on her hand.

They chatted some more, making no effort to tidy Gary up. Zara's hand did not leave Gary's cock and he was not going to suggest otherwise. He was very happy to be held there. Happy for Zara to hold it anytime.

"Well, I think we had better be going. Thanks Gary for the coffee and especially for providing so much cream! We liked that a lot didn't we, Zara."

"Ooh yes, Zoe, thank you Mr Roldern."

"The pleasure was mine."

And they all laughed.

"Are you going to show us out, Gary?"

Zoe was going to make him walk down the garden dripping. They found it very amusing. He paused at the gate.

"Come, Gary, aren't you going to show us all the way?"

So, once again, Gary had to go out into the loke covered in his own cum.

Zara kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Thanks, Mr Roldern."

Zoe threw up her hands, "No touching! Bye Gary. Zara, you'll have to let him go now."

And they were gone leaving a naked Gary standing in the loke. He turned back to his own gate and hurried through anxious not to be caught like that in the loke. Hopefully too the three of them had not been overheard. He paused, turned into his shed and sat staring back down his garden. What an unexpected morning! In his mind he relived the whole excitement of the girls' visit. Zara had really masturbated him to climax right in his sunny garden as Zoe watched. She really had! It had certainly been a lot better than solitary wanking in his shed!  What did the future hold? Would there be more wanking and perhaps, this time, the girls would dispense with their clothes? The prospect of seeing them both naked was very, very attractive. What would Zara's breasts be like? There were many questions, many thoughts but this was not the time for a wank. It was time, though, that he did some work. Gary looked down at the mess across his chest and tummy.  He was in no hurry to rub that off - he would have a shower later but until then he would leave Zara's copious ejaculation be. An ejaculation produced by a young and pretty teen. Gary picked up his digging fork and went back out into the bright sunshine.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 05



Inside the Garden Shed

Maximilian Cummings

Chapter 5 - Vegetarian sex

Another day; another exciting call about coffee and cream from over the fence; another slightly nervous walk into the loke without clothes and another gentle push on Zoe's garden gate.

Gary ambled up Zoe's garden half expecting to see both she and Zara sitting there, preferably both naked, but it was just Zoe - though pleasingly naked. But what caught his eye and held it were two cereal bowls of strawberries - ripe, red strawberries with a dusting of icing sugar but not enrobed with cream.  Was Zoe teasing him?

"Alone?"

Zoe caught the hint of disappointment. "Yes Tom's not here. Why were you hoping to catch him naked or watch us fuck?"

"I've said 'yes' to that before."

"What Tom naked? It's a fine sight especially when he is aroused."

"No, you fucking."

"You were really hoping Zara was here, all long legs and fair haired bush."

"No, very happy with the freckles and the dark, mysterious bush."

"Well, it will remain mysterious to you, though I might just show you a path through it if you promise not to follow the path yourself."

"All right then, I promise!"  Gary followed Zoe into her house, followed her lovely little rounded bum. He would like to have forgotten to halt when she stopped and bumped into her, letting his already hardening cock press between her buttocks. But she would not be fooled that it was accidental and it might just spoil things.  No touching was the rule. It was clear she got plenty of touching from Tom - and rightly so. Zoe and he were just friends, a platonic friendship with a bit of solo masturbation thrown in. 

"Zara might well be here another day. She really loved watching you come the other day. Thought it a real hoot walking around the garden with you all naked and hard and then all naked and messed up. She likes you Gary. Thinks you are sweet."

"Sympathy for the old man with the little cock."

"Gary!  Look just because it's short and stumpy doesn't make it a bad cock. Look at the plus points and I certainly do. It's attached, firmly, to a really nice man, it's ever so good looking - your cock not you! It's just so thick, has a wonderful knob to it - what a thing to say - and produces simply gallons of cum. Very manly. We both liked seeing it cum, Gary."

"It did rather!"

"And will it today?"

"I'll try my best!"

"Good-o."

Zoe poured the coffee. "You know, Gary, the other day you talked about dildos and vegetables and the like?"

"Yes?"

"I haven't really... before but I thought you might like to choose."

Zoe pointed at the vegetable rack and lying there was a whole range of vegetables - not cauliflowers or cabbages but those approximately phallic in shape.

"Been shopping Zoe?"

"Might have been."

Now he looked more closely at the vegetable rack it was obvious she had been shopping with a particular aim in mind.  The vegetables chosen had been carefully selected. The small, long aubergine curved in a penile way and was all bulbous at one end, the carrots were thick with rounded ends, the courgettes curved just right and as for the cucumber, well it was long, thick, ridged and rounded.  There were even asparagus spears looking decidedly penile.

"No parsnips?"

"I don't like parsnips!"

He laughed.

"Go on, you choose. What would you like to see me stick in there - apart from your cock of course, that's a no, no!"

"Not just the one?"

Carefully Gary selected and lined the vegetables up on the counter.

"Like you suggested for Zara, I thought you might like to build up to the aubergine."

"I only got that as a joke."

"Well, if you don't manage it you don't. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself - even in the name of research."

"No!"

"Do they need dressing?"

"Huh?"

"Shall I pour oil over them to make them slippery? I assume you will not want the Balsamic Vinegar?"

"It would sting."

"I should think so."

"The oil might be a good idea with the larger ones. But I wasn't thinking of using so many - just the one."

Gary reached for the Extra Virgin Olive Oil, "So a carrot virgin?"

"And a cucumber. Everything."

Gary carried them out and laid them by Zoe's chair in order of size. His penis was standing.

"Shall I or will you?"

"It'd be touching."

"Not really."

"No, I suppose not."

Gary was hopeful.

Zoe settled herself in her chair and lifted her thighs over the arms, spreading herself as he had spread for Zara. The way through the dark mysterious bush becoming clear!

"I always feel so naughty and sexy exposing myself to you like this. Nothing hidden is there?"

"Nope! Though I could perhaps see a little further with a torch!"

She began to play, her fingers intimate.  Gary stood watching. He could watch a woman playing with herself all day.

"I think, yes, maybe the asparagus."

"May I?" And he did. Clasping the end of the spear he brought it close to Zoe's pink and open sex, touched the curving bulbous end of the purple asparagus spear to Zoe's opening and pushed. Slowly but surely the spear began to disappear as Zoe hissed between her teeth and spread her legs just a little wider.

"Nice, like a finger."

"You can have a finger or two."

"No I can't, no touching!"

Gary began pushing and pulling the spear in and out of Zoe being careful not to touch with his fingers.

"Ooh. Good, good, good. Tom will like that for his supper."

"Time for the carrot?" It gleamed orange - freshly scrubbed and oiled.

"Yes!"

Gary was careful to slide the asparagus out so it slid right across Zoe's pretty little engorged clitoris, just peeking out from under its hood. She jumped.

"Just the asparagus!"

Despite its greater diameter there was no difficulty with the carrot. A little push and in it went. It was probably not as thick as Tom's cock. Gary pushed it a long way in, being careful to keep his fingers from the wet pink flesh - it would not do for his fingers to touch the labia minora or even major. He might get away with it and Zoe not notice but it was too risky. Gary did not want to be sent home with his cock between his legs.

It was not long before Zoe said, "Something bigger, Gary, something more filling."

Gary picked up the courgette, all green and shiny with oil, thick and a little stumpy like his cock – well actually quite a bit longer really. He had trimmed the flower end a little as he thought it might be scratchy. He had left the carrot inserted and for a moment he stared at the sight of the orange carrot sticking obscenely out of Zoe. He wished he had brought his camera but would Zoe let him? Would Zoe let him have intimate and decidedly strange photographs of her? With one hand he pulled on the carrot and out it came; with the other he held the courgette ready; one push and the domed end eased apart the vaginal opening and it too slipped in as easily as the carrot. Too easily because, being shorter, Gary suddenly realised it was nearly all in and he was in danger of touching Zoe. He pulled his fingers back as if they had been burnt and watched as the vaginal opening closed around the stalk. He could see it was there but, without touching her, he could not extract it.

"Er, Zoe..."

"Mmmm, yes."

"I've lost it. It's all inside."

Her fingers felt. "So it is!" Carefully she closed her thighs. "That feels different! I wonder if..."

She got up, carefully, and walked up the garden. Gary followed.

"Wow! I feel stuffed as if by a cock but I'm walking!"

Gary smiled. How many 58 year olds could boast walking around completely naked and erect with their mid thirties pretty neighbour, and know the neighbour was hiding a penis shaped vegetable inside her and knowing just who had put it there? Only one in all probability. He began to wank happily at the whole idea. Zoe stood there looking so erotic with a sheen of sweat across her large, freckled breasts, her dark hair hanging loose and her lovely body all soft and pink in the sunlight. She opened her legs, allowing light to flood between and under the dark vee of her pubic hair, reached casually 'down there' and obviously caught the stalk and pulled.

"Your courgette, sir!" She said handing it to him with a flourish - just as if it was a magic trick suddenly making something appear. Gary knew that the dressing was now not just oil but Zoe's lubrication as well. He licked up the side as if it was an ice lolly. He could taste her.

"Gary! Who said you could do that you naughty boy. I'm not sure that isn't touching."

Rather deliberately Gary slipped the end of the courgette into his mouth. It was even warm from her.

"A bit too close to sucking on a cock isn't it?"

"No!"

"Would you suck on Tom's dick if it had just come fresh from me?"

"I..."

"If I sucked you at the same time?"

"Well, I don't know but, yes, I might."

"And if Tom had just come and was still leaking..."

"I don't think so."

"But what if I said you could fuck me afterwards?"

A dilemma. "Shall I get the cucumber?"

"Might be a bit much."

"But we should try. No chance of it getting lost though!"

"I should hope not!"

Over a foot long, green and ridged. The cucumber did not so much look cool as menacing whilst Gary held it suggestively at the angle of an erection against himself.  What would it be like having a cock like that?  A cock more for show than practical use!

"Please sir, not your monster cock. I'm only a young little thing not used to real men - well, not real green men."

"Ha, ha! Said the evil Sir Jaspar. I shall have my wicked way with you. Lie back and think of England!"

Zoe lay back on her recliner and spread herself. Gary loomed over her. His penis at attention and the cucumber at attention. He knelt and brought the domed end of the cucumber into position. It was big: but so was Gary. He pushed. The cucumber was, in all reality, probably about the same thickness as his own cock only much, much longer and, of course, much greener! 

"Ooh! I expect, Gary, that's like having you trying to effect an entrance with your thick cock. Fuck - that's big!"

But big or not it was going in, it really was; Zoe was stretching and widening and the domed end was nearly in; Gary rotated it a little to see if that might help.

"Gary! That's really strange!"

"But nice?"

"Oh yes!"

He kept twisting it round and the monster cock, or rather the cucumber slid inwards. It was lodged. Zoe had been stretched to its diameter.

"Shall I push it in further?"

"Oh yes, slowly." Her eyes were tight shut.

Gary slowly slid the cucumber forward with one hand and with the other he wanked. It was so sexy seeing his neighbour lying exposed like that as he fucked her with the cucumber.

"Crikey, Gary, that is big!"

"What are you thinking of Zoe. Being fucked by a very large man?"

"Might be"

"And is he dark, very dark?"

"Might be... fuck... how much have you pushed in me Gary?"

"About half."

"Keep going... oh, oh, stop!"

Gary made a little nail indentation in the cucumber. He'd measure it later - just to see. Zoe did not notice he had actually just touched her intimately.

"I'm so full, Gary! Gently fuck me with it, please."

Gary was very happy to; very happy to slide the cucumber out nice and slowly, watching the stretched pinkness caress it, before sliding it back in. Gradually he picked up pace enjoying the sucking, slurping sounds of well lubricated fucking. He had to be careful that his own wanking hand did not cause his cock to release its own lubrication. He did not think Zoe would be very pleased to suddenly feel a warm sticky shower splattering across her pubis, getting tangled in her curly hair and probably falling on and around the cucumber as well.

It was obvious Zoe was not far off coming. Should he risk it? Would it go in? He let the cucumber come all the way out.

"No, back in, put it back."

"It's time for the big, black aubergine, Zoe."

"No, no don't be silly it's too big!"

But already he had the shiny black and purple fruit touching her, pushing against her soft flesh, seeking ingress. How Gary wished Zoe would just say, "Forget the vegetables, just fuck me, Gary. Fill me up."  But would he do it? She would regret it afterwards. It would be better if he said, 'No,' and carried on with the aubergine. He pushed.

"Gary... oh... too big..."

But it wasn't. A steady pressure and, all of a sudden, it was in.  The bulbous head, so cock like, slipped in and Gary was left holding the narrower end. He began to pull it in and out, simulating intercourse. Zoe lay splayed out and moaning on the lounger, her fingers playing with her nipples. An absolute picture of wanton lust. What if Tom suddenly came home and found his wife splayed naked in the garden with his naked neighbour fucking her with a big shiny aubergine and his own cock clearly very nearly ready to shoot? It really did not bear thinking about!

Gary stared at the Zoe's pudenda as he pulled and pushed at the aubergine. Surely she would like him to touch her clit. He stopped wanking and reached for the asparagus. Gently with just its end he touched and Zoe went into a mad bucking spasm. Her buttocks pushed off the lounger raising her sex into the air as Gary worked her with the aubergine and her orgasm flowed through her body.

Gary slowed and stopped and looked down at his handiwork. Zoe's chubby little pink body was covered in a sheen of sweat, it was dripping down her sides and showing all sparkly in the sun across her dark pubic hair and between her thighs. Sticking out from her vagina was the dark purple aubergine.

It was some minutes before Zoe spoke.

"You touched me. You touched my clit."

"No I didn't, that was the asparagus."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Fuck, Gary, that was good. You are bad for me you know. I don't know, should I have let you do all that?"

"It wasn't touching."

"It wasn't fucking but it was fucking close to fucking!"

She sat up and looked down between her open thighs. "Fuck, Gary, how did you? I mean, I'm so stretched I won't even feel Tom tonight – he won't even touch the sides!"

She winced as she pulled the remarkably shiny aubergine out. "I'm not sure I can make Moussaka with that now."

"Well stuff it then!"

They laughed.

"Go on Gary, you have it. To remind you."

Gary smiled. He would enjoy his supper!

"Now Gary, what about you? Would you like me to fuck your bottom with a carrot?"

"Not really!"

"Serve you right when I get to the cucumber! How much really went in?"

Gary looked at the nick on its side, "Eight or nine inches actually."

"Never! That'd be up to here!"

"Yup."

"So what about you? If it is not to be the carrot - and I'm not sure you don't deserve it - I was thinking..." and her eyes went meaningfully to the bowls of strawberries.

"No!"

"Yes!  You know you asked me the other day about Tom, you know, whether he had garnished my strawberries?"

"Er, yes."

"Well, I really didn't think I could ask him but the more I thought about it the more appealing the idea was. Sort of really naughty but probably rather nice. I like cum, I mean I like Tom's cum. All warm, slippery, salty down my throat. Didn't at first. It's like wine, well not really at all, but I mean an acquired taste. Salt on strawberries is perfectly normal so I thought, why not, a warm salty topping and of course you produce more than enough for two."

"But Zara's not here."

"I don't know if Zara likes strawberries and I'm sure she's never tasted... that was just imaginary; that bit about behind the bike sheds you know. She has not been sucking boys off however much that idea appeals to you... and Tom. No, the other bowl is for you of course! You do like strawberries don't you?"

It was not that Gary hadn't tasted cum - his own of course! What man does not, eventually, succumb to the question of what does his cum actually taste like, or indeed what does cum taste like, and try a finger dipped taste of his own? It was just the idea of eating so much and on strawberries to boot! But if he was to see Zoe do that?

"OK," he said.

"Would you like me to do anything whilst you get yourself ready?"

"I'd be happy to see you play with the vegetables."

"Not the aubergine again!"

It was ever so pleasant to watch Zoe playing with herself using the carrot whilst he wanked away.

It was not long before he was ready - even with a few pauses to prolong the pleasure.

"Are you ready, Gary, where do you want the bowls? On the table or shall I hold them."

The fruit lay red, juicy, shiny and unsuspecting as to what was to happen to them - not the traditional cool fresh cream skimmed from the milk of a cow but hot creamy cum, fresh from Gary.

"Best if you direct Zoe. I might not be too accurate."

"Naughty. That would be touching."

"Worth the try." He stood, his cock at attention. He eased it forward, holding it just behind the shiny head. "I think you'd better hold the bowls."

It was a sight and a half. Gary standing naked with an erection; Zoe standing facing him completely naked but holding two bowls of strawberries and Gary aiming his cock at them.

"Ready?" His fingers began to move. It was better coming lying down or seated but he had come standing before particularly, he remembered, standing hidden in some bushes when he had accidentally come across a couple fucking when he was out on a walk. Hidden partly by the sun which was directly behind him, he had watched this semi-naked couple doing the job. He had pretty much come as they had come. The girl going up and down on the boy cowgirl style with her boobs bouncing up and down and his cock appearing and disappearing as it went up and down inside her. His own cock poking through his fly had spattered the ground as his hand had moved furiously. Gary had been surprised they had not heard the pattering but they had been rather involved. He had crept away undetected and had even spoken to them later when he had met them on his walk. It had been funny talking to them about the countryside all the while knowing he had seen them fucking and knew what they looked like under their hiking clothes. It was a masturbatory fantasy for years afterwards. If only he had had a camera with him - but the click of the shutter would probably have given him away.

Back and forth his hand went on his stumpy cock. How much better if Zoe had been doing it; and, then with a groan, Gary began to come.

It is not easy aiming an ejaculating cock. It's not really something you think of doing in the throes of orgasm! If there is a tissue then it's been pre-placed. It's not good desperately trying to find one when you are about to ejaculate. Talk about a ruined orgasm!

Gary did quite well though. His first shot landed right on the strawberries in the left bowl, the second splashed accurately onto those in the right and on he went alternating between the bowls. Very little cum did not get in the bowls, very little got on Zoe's hands and only one spurt missed entirely and caught Zoe on her left breast. She looked down at it rather askance as it hung there on her nipple all pearly in the sunlight as it elongated and mostly dropped into the left bowl. 

Gary was gasping with exertion and staring almost in disbelief at the cum covered strawberries; great dollops of cum covered them.

"I think this is the bigger bowl."

"No, no Zoe, your... er ... treat you have that one."

"It's got the most cream on as well..."

"No, really you have it."

"Well, eat up before your cum gets cold."

Gary literally stared open mouthed as Zoe dipped her spoon into her bowl and lifted a nice juicy strawberry with a real dollop of his cum on it, brought it to her mouth and popped it in.

"Mmm... it really works. Go on. The contrast of cool and warm really works."

There was nothing for it. Gary looked down at his cum covered bowl and tucked in. Zoe was right. There was nothing wrong with the dish. It was actually quite yummy - as strawberries are - if you got over the slight problem of what it was garnished with. At least it was his own cum. Had Zoe produced Tom and made him ejaculate all over the fruit Gary was not quite so sure he would have enjoyed them at all!




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 05



What was so marvellous was seeing Zoe enjoying his cum so much. To see strawberry after strawberry lifted to her mouth with varying degrees of 'cream' on them, seeing her just popping the strawberry in her mouth or even picking up the odd one to bite it in half or even toy with the cum on it with her tongue before popping the fruit in was just wonderful - and of course seeing it, yes his cum, on her lips was something special. It would, of course, have been just that much better if he was still erect and sexually excited but that was not the order of things. He could not ejaculate and then have his orgasm later - it did not work that way. If he wanted to wank whilst Zoe ate cum covered strawberries then Tom would have to provide the cream! It would have been so good to be able still to come; so good to be able to ask if ZOe wanted more and then push his cock between her lips and just provide it – a lovely pulsing, squirting drink after her meal.

"Mmm, lovely. As I said cool and warm, sweet and salty, fruit and silky smooth. Am I bad or am I bad liking this!"  She looked at the last two strawberries in her bowl. They were virgin - untouched by the pouring of the cum. "Oh no, no more cream." She said in a disappointed voice and then brightened as her eye fell on Gary's cock.  "Look Gary, you are still dripping!"

And with her spoon she brought it to the very end of his now flaccid penis and scooped away the last bubble of ejaculate that had formed there. A scrape of metal against his sensitive skin.

"Mmm," her tongue touched the semen and her eyes met Gary's. "I like that!" It was viscous and clung to her tongue as she took the spoon away. Zoe was being deliberately provocative knowing Gary was now incapable. She finished off her strawberries and put the bowl down. "Did you?"

"Well... I'd prefer fresh cream - normal cream - really but, yes; it worked as a taste combination."

"Perhaps we'll have it again another day."

Gary pulled a face but then he had an idea, a very interesting idea.

"When you have babies, Zoe, I am going to want, one day, my breakfast muesli swimming in fresh milk, warm girl milk straight from you, from your breasts, and I shall want to see you do it - express it all into the cereal bowl. Fair's, fair after all." It was a lovely image: Zoe's big breasts squirting her milk, lots of it, for him to drink.

There was a pause, "It is. It's a deal. If..." 

Gary had been stupid to raise the topic.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 06



Chapter 6 – The bathing of Zara

It was something Gary had been waiting for; either the visit or the call, and finding Zara with Zoe again. Zara had been prepared - or was it permitted - to touch his cock that first time in his garden. Something Zoe would not do. He could certainly see Zoe's scruples. All she and he were doing was using each other's bodies as visual stimulus - though their conversation could be just as stimulating. They were simply wanking: not having sex. Even their distinctly odd sharing of his cum over the strawberries had been divorced from sex. Perhaps, though, his masturbating Zoe with vegetable dildos - but not actually physically touching - had got rather close to having sex.

It was not that Zoe did not want to have sex with him; he could see she did, but she was not going to cheat on Tom, her husband. Gary was quite sure she would love to get down on her knees and suck his short, stumpy cock until he filled - and he would do that - her mouth with cum. He was quite sure she would take great pleasure in drinking him down straight from the source. Moreover, he was sure she wanted to try his stumpy organ in the proper place and feel what its girth actually felt like; would take great pleasure in it stretching her and would enjoy bouncing up and down on it - though probably not in her own bed.

It was a very attractive image: instead of him going out into the loke back to his garden gate with his cum all down his front - something Zoe seemed to insist upon - instead it would be her going out into the loke back from his home to her house, naked and with his cum simply running down her inner thighs. Perhaps rather than going straight home she would stay for a time chatting with him, perhaps walking around his garden with him but evidencing the result of what he had so recently done. Crikey, give him an hour and he could get it up again. Imagine approaching Zoe with his erection returned, getting her to bend over and him feeling her thighs and sex all sticky with his own cum - his own lubrication mixing with her own. A delightfully hot, sticky and so well lubricated sex to sink his cock into and pump away. It would take a time but it would be so nice in the sunshine to penetrate her from behind; feel the warmth of the sun on his body; listen to the sound of the bees buzzing and the sexy squelching sound of a very liquid intercourse before he released his second load.

It was hot in his shed. Gary had gone in there for some fertiliser but had sat down and started thinking of the girls and one thing had lead to another and he had begun to wank. He was building up nicely - indeed had been close to coming on the image of Zoe bent over and he engaged in fucking her from the rear; enjoying his own 'sloppy seconds,' as they say - when, all at once two real bottoms hove into view. Two naked female bottoms for real right outside his window and certainly a sight to wank over! Gary of course recognised Zoe's behind and the other had to be Zara. They had come around to see him and let him see them!

Of course he had fantasised about Zara coming around, or him going next door and finding Zara in her school uniform - all ready to take it off or have it taken off - but this was fine, no, more than fine! They had come visiting.

They were looking down the garden for him and he just stared at them through his window. Stared at Zara's bottom - so smooth and with dimples at the top. Her long legs did not quite meet at the top leaving a gap showing the light through them and he could just see the hint of hair between. The idea of a hairless Zara was certainly exciting but clearly she had matured beyond that. The down had come and, by the looks of it, rather more. He would see when she turned. Her naked back was long and beneath her long blond hair he could see the bumps of her backbone going all the way down to her bottom.  Gary could not yet see her little pug nose and full lips but he would see them when she turned and just how budding her breasts actually were. In a few seconds he was really going to see those breasts! Beside her was little Zoe all rounded, dark, sexy with her wide hips - that so feminine look. A couple of quick strokes at what he was seeing and Gary went out to greet his guests.

They did not hear him coming so intent were they in looking down the garden.

"I'm sure I heard him, Zara, but he didn't answer."

Gary wished he had a long grass stalk. He could imagine just reaching with it and tickling Zoe's bottom, perhaps even catching her right on her anus - that would make her jump!

"What are you doing here?"

It made them jump and they whizzed around to face him. Heart beat speeded and breasts bouncing. 

"Good morning ladies, coffee?"

"Gary! You didn't half make us jump. Where were you?"

"In my shed."

"Well – of course, where else? You frightened us. We came round so Zara could get some more cream and then you go and do that! You really frightened me. I think, instead you need a sound spanking. Look at him, Zara, standing all cocky like with that great big grin and the other thing. Slap him one where it hurts."

And she did. Far too hard. A genuine misjudgement but with Gary's cock standing proud there was nothing to defend his hanging, sun slackened balls. Just a slap of her hand but it caught them just wrong. Gary knew the pain was coming, that it was never instant, but come it would - and then it did and he was doubled up.

"Oh Mr Roldern, sorry!"

They helped him down the garden, Zara all a flutter. "Sorry, sorry. Would it help if I stroked them?"

"Better to kiss them better," said Zoe.

And she did!

Unbelievably there was this leggy blond teen squatting down and actually kissing his balls. One soft kiss to each. It did not ease the dull ache but...!

And she was a sight. Zara's breasts had not yet filled out and had that interesting conical shape breasts sometimes get before they grow rounded. They were already a good size nonetheless and topped by sweet little pale nipples. Nipples not yet really filled out, more man-like than Zoe's brown areolae but time, men and babies would change them. Flat tummy with a very neat tummy button and below not the expected curls but straight, fair hair with a neat parting right down the middle where her slit very clearly showed. An erotic vision indeed and Gary's erection returned despite the pain.

"Not much wrong with him after all, Zara, but perhaps we had better leave his testes alone. I'd certainly give that cock a slap but I am, of course, not allowed to touch! Gary, stop trying to make Zara sorry for you and don't look so hopeful that she is going to give that cock of yours a slap and then kiss it better. Go and make us some coffee instead of creeping up and frightening us."

It was lovely seeing Zara redden at the mention of kissing his cock. Did he enjoy having naked women around talking about his cock, or did he!  He was a happy man as he walked into the house, his erection showing him the way. 

It was all so ordinary really coming out with a tray of coffee mugs and a plate of biscuits. And it was perfectly ordinary sitting there chatting and drinking coffee in the sunshine - if you ignored the nudity and it was difficult for Gary to do that! Crikey - he'd seen plenty of Zoe and that got him hard every time but Zara, the sometime schoolgirl from across the road, undoubtedly a woman - with all the right bits!

Gary waited this time for the girls to introduce the subject of sex. It would come if he simply waited for it. They had come around for something and it was certainly to do with sex! Pleasingly it was Zara who broached the topic.

"You're right Zoe, it is nice being out like this, without clothes."

"With your fair skin you'll have to be a bit more careful than me. Gary, of course, virtually lives like that - or at least I think so." Zoe looked at Gary.

"Yes, I like gardening like this and spend much of my time in the garden. Of course out on the golf course it's a bit of a different matter!"

"And you really visit each other like that and, you know, both of you?"

"It's nice watching each other."

"But you don't touch."

"That's our rule but there is nothing to stop you, Zara, and you certainly touched Gary the other day!"

Zara blushed. "Mr Roldern I keep thinking about that. Could I do it again? Could I see it again? Zoe says she would like to watch us and, Mr Roldern, could you make me come too please?"

Gary thought he would be willing to try!

"With my fingers?"

"I'm not on the Pill and I don't think your penis would be able to get in. I don't..."

"Gary, Zara's a virgin and I think she needs a nice boyfriend to do that with and with something rather less like a battering ram! She's nervous about that. What she wants is some skilful, safe, handwork and I said you would be happy to help."

"Zoe - all I meant is, well she might like me to kiss her down there too..."

Zara's eyes widened.

"Unless you would rather do that, Zoe."

"Gary! Well Zara, isn't that typical. Men so have this thing about two women making out. Does the idea of two men making love turn you on?  It doesn't me."

Zara looked thoughtful. "I don't know, Zoe. I haven't really thought about it. Two penises rubbing together would look sort of good I suppose and I'd like to see them coming I think."

"Zara, really! Not exactly backing me up are you? Look how smug he's looking and what this talk has done to his cock."

Gary knew Zara had not missed that, she had been watching it grow again.

Gary stood, "Well, Zara, Zoe is going to do her own thing but what would you like me to do?  May I suggest a little breast work, followed by a gentle meander downwards? Am I OK to insert fingers? May I nibble your breasts and would you like me to perform cunnilingus - if Zoe is going to be a spoilsport and not do that whilst I watch!"

"Hmmph," went Zoe.

Of course he would like to see them making out. How very pleasant to watch and wank but better to have Zara working him - much better.

"I like my breasts being sucked." Said Zara.

"Do you? Who's done that?"

"Gary!" It was Zoe. "You are prying."

"Was it you?"

"No it wasn't!"

Zara looked downwards, "I've done it. That's all."

"I'd like to see that!"

"Gary!"  It was Zoe again, "Really!"

"Well I would - and you. I haven't seen you do that either.  Come on girls, titty sucking time!"

And they both did. They did what he asked. Zara was more matter of fact, just lifting up one breast and bending her head and sucking on the nipple: Zoe was more suggestive, she too lifted a much fuller breast towards her mouth, bent her head but looked upwards at Gary with big eyes as her tongue came out and just lightly brushed across her nipple.

'Fuck,' thought Gary, he wouldn't half like to fuck them both now. Moving easily from one to the other and enjoying sucking those tits as well. His cock was straining - the blood filling it to capacity.

But fucking was not to be. Instead Gary loomed over Zara on her lounger. It was so good feeling being the dominant male. This young girl, in the submissive position of lying down with him above her; standing there with his so blatant male erection. Gary smiled as he pushed his cock forward adding to its prominence. He imagined the King of the Apes looming like that over naked Jane, loincloth removed revealing his, presumably, great penis, but it ejaculating at his first sight of a naked woman, coming all over her - best make them voluptuous - breasts as he beat his own breast and uttered his famous cry.

Well he, Gary, was not going to ejaculate just yet. He had a girl to bring to orgasm first but it did not help when Zara, still sucking on her nipple, reaching up and clasped his cock in her hand. Did it feel good? It did! Would he have been happy to have been brought off there and then, spewing his cum over Zara's breasts, face and hair? Well, yes! Was it more prudent to remove her hand? It was!

"Now Zara, leave me alone for now. Just lie back and close your eyes."

Gary knelt and began to stroke with his fingers, just gently at first on Zara's arms and shoulders but ever so slowly his fingers crept down to her breasts, her lovely conical breasts and their little nipples. Deliciously pale. Really the areolae were not much bigger than his own. The nipples just little small peas and not yet swollen by men, babies and sex. He glanced at Zoe's much fuller bosom and large areolae - so pleasing to have the contrast! His fingers stroked upwards towards the nipples but not quite touching, working his way around the softness. Zara stretched and sighed. She was enjoying the attention. Gradually his fingers moved until they were coming up just onto the different pigmentation and then lightly brushing the sensitive and hard nipples. It was so nice to see young Zara's sexual excitement. So exciting for him to think he would soon be touching her where she would be wet.

Zara wriggled as Gary touched her nipples properly - touched and squeezed. He bent his head and took one between his lips and stroked it with his wet tongue. It was clear that found favour and lovely for Gary to suck more of it into his mouth until it was not just the areole but half the breast in his mouth. He could feel Zara wriggling with sexual excitement under him. Her face was a picture as he glanced down whilst changing from one breast to the other. Mouth half open, eyes shut; lips seemingly waiting to be caressed by a cock. He was tempted but she had not yet done that. Would she want to? Would she want to lick and suck on a cock?

Gary looked across at Zoe and saw her own fingers mimicking his movements. He smiled at her and took hold of Zara's two nipples and pulled. It was lovely seeing Zoe doing just the same.

Stroking fingers, fingers moving downwards. A finger in Zara's tummy button. Perhaps he might fill it later with his cum. It would be good, rather than ejaculating over his own chest and tummy, if he could come over Zara. What a body to come over! To see his stuff coming out all over her young cones and see it pooling in her tummy button. It was what wet dreams are made of.

His fingers travelled, just to the edge of Zara's growing pubic hair, just where the fine hairs of her tummy got a little thicker and spread out so neatly and straight either side of her sweet little slit. So straight and regular - it was as if they had been combed. Had she and Zoe been preparing themselves to come around to see him? Lovely to imagine them combing each other's pubes; lovely to imagine them in the bath together washing each other - lovely as he had suggested earlier to see them making love to each other in a feminine way.

Gary stroked, stroked Zara's fine fair pubic hair. He liked woman au naturel but would it not be fun to shave both Zara and Zoe! Her hair was so fine, not like the delightful dark riot of Zoe's. He glanced over at his neighbour and saw she was stroking her own fur - something she had not permitted him to do - unfortunately. His finger moved to the little valley running down between Zara's still closed thighs. Would Zara want him to open them, perhaps with a bit of applied force or would they open of their own accord - inviting him in?

The lovely little valley, rather obscured in Zoe's case by her curls which grew thicker around it, but very visible in Zara's case was a valley to explore. His finger began its journey downwards. A little moan from Zara and her thighs parted revealing more - the little pink, poking out, soft, fleshy clitoral hood and the sparsely haired labia major. The hair had not really started growing there at all – just a few wispy fair hairs. So different from Zoe. He glanced, yes, so different. Zoe's legs too were a little parted and her finger following the same path. Gary's finger rested on Zara's fleshy hood, the female equivalent of the male prepuce. Just beyond it would be that little button of pleasure. So sensitive, the female version of the glans penis - indeed anatomically equivalent though it was odd that the urethral opening was not there. He would touch that too - but later.

Gary wondered whether Zara's clitoris would be a little hidden away affair, difficult to put your finger on, so to speak, or a more prominent item, more like a nipple but even more sensitive. Gary liked the idea of the nipple; one he too would like to suck if Zara let him - and did not fly off her chair. He had seen Zoe's, tickled it with an asparagus spear, but not touched, let alone licked. That was a shame but that was for Tom's pleasure: not his.

Zara certainly liked what he was doing. He could tell. Gary's finger and thumb separated as he ran them independently along just where her thighs met her labia major - the outer edges of her sex. Zara opened her legs a little wider but Gary held her labia major closed, the protective skin remaining over the softer, moister flesh within, squeezing and fondling sending all sorts of tremors through Zara. It was little different for Zoe. She was clearly enjoying watching them and repeating their actions.

Then he spread her, opening her sex to the sunlight, all pink, very wet and virginal - he could see that. With his forefinger he touched her opening but could barely get that inside and not very far. It was not that she was not very wet - she was. She was truly a virgin. Not even the stretching of exercise, climbing trees or horse riding had done the deed. He knew horse riding was bad on hymens, the widely spread thighs and the bouncing up and down on hard leather saddles having an inevitable effect. He could see why side saddle appeared so much more lady like. The sexual imagery of jodhpur clad thighs and buttocks bouncing up and down - up and down - as the girl rode a horse was obvious in the extreme. It did not take much to imagine the girl riding without the jodhpurs, indeed nothing separating hard shiny leather from soft pudenda. The spreading of thighs would open the girl's sex, leaving it unprotected by the labia major, with nothing twixt leather and sex. How many girls actually got off simply by riding? Easy to imagine himself as the stable boy helping his mistress or the young daughter of the house from her saddle and noting the tell tale wetness on the saddle; a distinctive shape to the dampness; knowing the lady or girl was weak from her exertions and happy to be placed on the hay to have her hot vagina cooled by the ready balm of the stable boy's cock.

Gary looked over at Zoe. Not for her the finger tip. She had four fingers stuffed in herself and was doing a very passable imitation of the motion of fucking. It was good to see and nice to see how wet her fingers were in the sun. Gary smiled and lifted his forefinger and watched as Zoe smiled back and did the same; and then, very deliberately, he licked all the way up his finger and sucked it into his mouth; Zoe frowned at him but did the same tasting her own wetness.

Gary's fingers returned and began to play with the soft folds. Zara was as wet as he had known a woman, positively leaking lubrication as perhaps only young girls can - and he counted Zoe a girl too and she was clearly sopping as well. Teasingly he kept away from Zara's clit - oh yes he could see it raised up all right, just beyond her pleasingly crinkly pink hood. It was indeed nipple like, a real little erection. Zara was moaning now, making sweet girl having sex noises. He looked at Zoe and mimed pressing a button with his free hand. Zoe got his message and nodded holding up a hand with fingers outstretched and counting down with fingers and thumb - five, four, three, two, one.

Zara went off like a rocket. Gary's finger touched her clit and Zara just went into spasm - a really rollicking orgasm. Lovely to see. Zoe and he just stared at Zara's thrashing body as Gary's finger stayed right on the button as his hand was clamped between her thighs.




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 06



Zara quietened and Gary made an 'over to you' gesture to Zoe and she just shook her head but her fingers were working and Gary had the pleasure of seeing a second girl come with a suddenly vacant expression and closed eyes all in the space of a few minutes.

It was now his turn. Gary's turn to perform.

"Go on Zara; make Gary come over your tits. You'll like that. I know I would."

"Could I Mr Roldern? Would you mind?"

Mind! Of course Gary would not mind! Cumming all over Zara's breasts - only second best to doing it all over her pudenda but that was probably not a good idea. Gary had no reason to doubt his own fertility. His wife had not been interested in children but he had not had 'the snip.'

The earlier pleasure in feeling the dominant male came back and Gary stepped over Zara's lounger and placed his feet either side of her hips. With his legs wide splayed his cock was hanging, or at least his balls were, over her, giving her a very unusual view from below - the underside of his upstanding penis, his hanging scrotum very much in view and even a view of his perineum behind his balls. His erection dominating her. Well, maybe, as his erection was unlikely to dominate anyone at three inches - certainly not in a group of erect alpha males jostling for supremacy! Equal to his dominance was his vulnerability; his testes hanging exposed for Zara to grasp if she wished and squeeze. It was an exciting, erotic position for Gary to have adopted, all the more so because of where his cock was aimed.

"It's funny," said Zara, her fingers likely touching him behind the balls, "just hair and nothing. Not like us girls."

"But sensitive," said Gary, "lots of nerve endings; that is nice!"

Zara's finger tips explored, "Oh, sorry." She had touched his anus.

"It's OK, that's nice too!"

Her fingers crept back and she lifted his sun slackened scrotum.

"I like the way these swing." And she did swing them, backwards and forwards. "Sexy, Really. And this is nice too, so thick. Far too big for little me. Perhaps when I am a big girl..."

It was interesting to Gary what was left unsaid. Zara's hand fondled and encircled. Well, almost, her finger and thumb did not actually meet. She removed her hand keeping the shape of the circle.

"Look Zoe, this is how much a vagina would have to stretch. Could you do it?"

"I don't know, Zara, I'm not going to try but I think with a bit of practice I could and Tom's not small and I've tried things."

"What a dildo? Really?" 

"No, other things."

"Huh?"

"Oh, Zara, a cucumber if you must know."

"Phew. I couldn't. Was it nice?"

"Very filling! A bit like the Jolly Green Giant!"

She did not mention who she had tried it with.

Zara's hand went back to Gary's cock. "It's a lovely big acorn shaped head, Gary, look now you see it: now you don't. Is that nice?"

Gary nodded. Nice? Having your cock manipulated by a pretty, naked teen whilst she made favourable comments about it? Was that nice?

"Zoe, it's pointing right at me. It makes me a bit nervous. I could get it all in my hair."

Zoe laughed, "It'd be like that scene from 'There's something about Mary' when Cameron Diaz uses cum unknowingly as hair gel. I'm sure I could style you!" A lot of girly giggles. "Point Gary down a little."

"I'm not used to aiming men."

"I'm sure Gary will be only too happy to let you water his garden for practice."

"What with a hose pipe... oh I see... a bit gross."

"Yes and no."

Interesting, thought Gary.

All the while Zara had kept up a steady rhythm.

"A little faster, yes that's right," said Zoe, "I think Gary's getting close." She got up from her lounger and came across. "Hold his balls, Zara, he'll like that. Men like their balls held whilst they cum. Lean forward a little Gary."

Gary could feel himself nearly there. The lifting and fondling of his balls really just too much and then he felt just a faint tickling on his exposed anus. It was too much.

"Oh, here I go..." And he did, a groan and from his penis came the first pulse of his ejaculation to land right between Zara's breasts – a perfect shot; the tickling on his anus became stronger - what was it? The second pulse flew to Zara's right breast, the tickling to his anus exciting and intriguing - was Zoe touching him? Gary straightened a little at the touch and stepped backwards a bit. Zara's hand slipped and she lost her grip causing his cock to bounce upwards; the result being the third just shot up in the air as Gary's uncontrolled cock let fly - and of course that and the next spurt went all over Zara, on her tummy, in her tummy button, on her chest, even in her pubic hair, before she grabbed it and brought it under control.

Gary came as his balls were fondled and his anus tickled; a fantastic orgasm as he stood over Zara with his legs spread in a position he had never adopted before – both dominant and vulnerable.

Gary was panting as his cock ceased to spurt. He looked at it as a final drip lengthened and made its way down to Zara and, for a moment, they were joined by a strand of silver semen running from tummy button to cockhead. It caught the light and shone. Probably another fantastic photo opportunity missed. He looked around. Zoe was not touching him directly but had a long blade of grass in her hand, a tickling blade of grass.

Zoe grinned, "No touching," she said, "but what have you done to Zara?"

And she did look a mess! As always Gary's stumpy little organ had been prolific. Her breasts were well lubricated, there it was down her tummy, a strand even running across her fine, fair, neat pubic hair - at least he had missed the hair on her head! Gary eased backwards and off the lounger.

"Oh, Mr Roldern, that was something. Thank you. Was it good for you?"

"Lovely Zara, fantastic."

"I did so like seeing you coming and coming - I was looking right at it, right at your hole and just seeing it come, spurt after spurt and feeling it dropping on me - so warm and nice."

Zara got up. It wasn't quite that she had been bathed in cum: but certainly showered!

Zoe laughed, "You do look a sight!"

"I do, don't I? I like it. I'm going to walk back to yours like this, Zoe, just like Mr Roldern does, and stay like it all day."

"You can't!"

"I can. Who is going to know under my clothes?"

Gary spoke, "Why don't you give Zoe a hug, Zara, and then you'll both be the same!"

"Oh yes!" And she did.

Lovely to see the two girls squashed together, breast to breast and for Gary then to see them both wet and sticky down their fronts. But Zara was not done and she hugged Gary too, her conical breasts pressed to his chest and his wilting penis touching her mons veneris (leaving yet another patch of sticky semen!".

"There we are - all the same!

Gary watched the two naked bottoms walking up his path; the female waggle of the hips so enticing; they turned and waved and he could clearly see the shininess of his cum across their chests and tummies. It had not yet dried in the sun. The gate opened and closed. What a sight if anyone should be out there - two naked, pretty girls with the product of a man's orgasm on their fronts!

Later that day out shopping he actually met Zara, out with her mother. It was her mother he talked to after a cursory, 'hello,' to Zara. It was quite a long conversation, Zara's mother of course having no idea at all what Gary had done to her daughter that very morning. It had to be noted that Zara's mother, herself, was not exactly unattractive to Gary, in fact quite pleasing. An affair with her would have been more the thing for a man of his age really though a risky business given the size of Zara's father! Gary could not help thinking he must squash her somewhat when lying upon her in coition.

As they parted Zara held back and whispered, "I've still got your stuff all over me."

Gary looked down but of course could see nothing under Zara's tee shirt and stared after her as she walked on chatting to her mother.  What a thing to know! Of course it would have been better if, instead, she still had his stuff inside her but that had not occurred – could not occur; nonetheless it was still pretty 'wow'! He should have whispered back that he would be happy to bathe or shower her and get all that flaky dried cum off her. Bath time with Zara! Whether in the bath with her or just bathing her. Fun with the sponge, certainly fun with the soap - he would enjoy losing that and having to hunt around for it between her legs. Gary had a little boat and a duck by the bath. He imagined bringing the boat safely into the harbour between her legs and his little sailor fingers getting out of the boat, climbing ashore and beating their way through the undergrowth, quite low undergrowth really, to climb up the twin hillocks overlooking the harbour; perhaps then to go diving for hidden treasure! All leading no doubt to more mess across Zara's delightful little cones and neat fair hair.

Perhaps better not to have made the suggestion; Zoe would probably be cross if Zara visited without her. He expected she felt a need to chaperone the young girl!  A young girl with a very awakened sexuality. Gary looked forward to future meetings.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 07



Chapter 7 - Not really intercourse 

Zoe was adamant she was not going to cheat on her husband. It was a real concern of hers.. Gary and she had done a lot of masturbation together in the sunshine out of doors, sometimes even with their young friend, Zara, present. But he had not been allowed to touch Zoe. That was simply not permitted.

His neighbour had called him around again one morning and this time it had been just her -- no Zara. There had been something on her mind. Gary had been able to tell but he knew it would come out eventually so he waited sipping coffee. She was fidgety, flushed and glowing. Eventually it came:

"Gary, this is naughty, I know we have a rule against touching but I do so want to know what your cock feels like. Not in my hand but, you know inside. I want to feel how much it stretches me. I mean just pushing it in a little. But don't come, definitely don't come. Don't move it like we are actually... I just want to feel what it's like: not have intercourse."

Gary smiled - that was intercourse nonetheless.

"From behind so there's no kissing or anything and you can penetrate me better that way."

"Given my short length and all."

"Yes, Gary, here you go again but the point is the girth. Girth and the amount you ejaculate but I don't want to feel that. Well, strictly, I'd love to feel that but we are not doing that. I am married. Would you, could we?"

"Zoe -- I'd be delighted but that is hardly a surprise. Where do you want to do this? In your bedroom?"

"No, definitely not there. Let's go around to your place; I'd be happier there. It's ridiculous, Gary, I know, given what we have already done but I don't want to cheat on Tom. It's just I can't get it out of my mind. What does your lovely thick cock feel like in 'there.' Come on, let's do it. Finish you coffee and get hard!"

He had escorted Zoe back to her garden naked before but had never come out of her gate with her naked and he with an erection. The erection had come all by itself at just the prospect of what he was going to do. Coming out of his gate was always a bit unnerving. Not that he had ever seen anyone in the loke when he had been there but imagine if they were seen like that! There was no explanation that could be given.

They were safely through the gate and by Gary's shed. Zoe paused.

"I know where to do it; not in my house, not in my bedroom, not in your bedroom nor your lounge but in your shed. Sort of neutral, non ground."

"Yes, yep, that is a good idea. Just perfect. So anything goes in the shed?"

"No, Gary not anything. That would mean I could hop up on your table and let you come between my legs either with your lovely stumpy erection or your tongue. That would mean I could suck happily on that erection and slurp you all down or I could fuck you and feel you simply pour into me. I'd love to do that but no - it's not an anything goes shed! Though I almost like the idea -- anything in your shed does not really happen -- but no!"

"Pity. Might that mean somebody else's shed could be this 'anything goes' place?"

"Tempting Gary. Imagine that, a hot little shed in somebody else's garden we could sneak into and do anything we liked and it would be all right. Tom could come too and Zara and the people who lived there. Nobody worried and just sex, sex, sex."

"I'll go and see if I can find it."

"What like that? Don't be silly. Leave it as fantasy. Come on let's go into your shed."

It was of course hot in the shed. Gary moved his chair out of the way.

"Right Gary. Here are the rules." She had turned her head and was looking at him. "No touching apart from with your cock. The purpose of the exercise is for me to feel your cock inside me - that is all. I'm not even going to look at you. You come in from the rear. Your hands rest on the table. No moving except to penetrate and when I say - you are to come out. Most definitely no coming! If you feel you are going to come you are to pull out and you may, if you wish, come over my bottom."

"Shall I write the instructions down and pin them on the wall?"

"You can do that later if you like but I am so worked up about the idea of feeling you I really can't wait for you to go and get a pen! I've been thinking about it all morning and doing things."

Zoe lent over the table, her arms resting on it and shuffled her feet apart, spreading her legs really wide.

He knelt between her splayed legs, her sex, anus, everything in complete view. He could see how wet she was. The idea must really have got to her. If she would only let him touch...

"What are you doing, Gary?"

"Looking and checking."

"Don't look. Just stick the fucking thing in!"

Gary stood between Zoe's legs, his cock inches from her bottom.

"Do you want to guide me?"

"No, that would be touching. Just get your aim right and go slowly."

Gary moved. The touch of warm, wet - very wet - softness on the tip of his cock. This was what he had dreamed about. And of course the touch of warm, soft -- very soft -- bottom on his thighs. He pushed in a manly way - resistance.

"Oh I can feel you, Gary, wow, you are big! I don't know if... yes that's spot on right, keep pushing, oh, fuck, Gary - you really are going in!"

And he was! He could feel the flesh opening, spreading wetly around the sensitive smooth head of his cock, its shape so right for the purpose. He paused, he could feel the vaginal opening grasped around the corona of his penis - the indentation just behind the glans where the acorn ended. What a lovely way to be clasped!

"Oh, Gary, you are so big! Slowly, slowly..."

Gently Gary pushed forward until he could go no further, his thighs hard against Zoe's soft bottom, all three inches of his stumpy cock embedded in Zoe. The instructions meant he had to stand like a statue and just let Zoe savour the feeling. He, of course, was doing just the same and it was great! Oh, to just let go and flood her with his semen but that was not allowed - not allowed at all! Zoe would be very, very cross. 

She was just so wet and warm. Lovely to feel his cock inside her, really inside Zoe, firmly embedded - even held by her vagina. He could feel the clasp.

He was standing still but that did not mean that Zoe was completely still. She was moaning to herself and he could see one hand playing with a breast and then he felt it - movement near his cock. Zoe was playing with herself, moving her sex with her fingers and transmitting the movement and feeling to Gary and, of course, given his position, her fingers were brushing against his wrinkled scrotum which was hanging down directly over her clitoris. 'Fuck,' thought Gary, 'that is touching!' It was also very stimulating and, what with his penis lodged in Zoe's very wet, warm vagina, Gary was feeling very stimulated indeed!

"Careful Zoe, you might make me come. I'll take it out."

"Oh no, don't pull out now. Not now! You're so lovely and big. I feel so stretched - like the cucumber and aubergine only better. I'm going to come, Gary. I am, I am. Oh don't pull out now, oh you're so big and hard and... oh, oh, oh..."

"Zoe, I'm going to cum..."

But he didn't. Gary just managed to hold on. A desperate thought about his shopping list and the fact Zoe was suddenly rigidly still. It was a near thing. Gary had almost injected Zoe with loads of his, as far as he knew, very fertile seed. He would have loved that and Zoe would have had to have accepted her commands had been contradictory and therefore, just possibly, accepted the consequences.

Zoe lay still in an attitude of complete abandonment or was it submission across his table. There Gary was looking up his garden through his shed window and then down at his little dark chubby neighbour thinking life was pretty good - here he was in his hot little shed with his cock right in his hot little neighbour. He was pouring with sweat and so was Zoe. Two bodies shiny with moisture joined in the copulatory act. He gazed at Zoe's bottom splayed in front of him. Such a round, chubby, smooth, soft bottom -- very womanly. Even her little brown rosebud on view. Zoe had said he could come on her bottom. He'd like to watch her rosebud get bathed in his cum!

"Did you say you were coming?" There was a bit of a panic in Zoe's voice.

"Yes, but you said not to pull out."

"Oh no Gary - I didn't want that, even in your shed. Oh bugger, I suppose we shall have to treat the shed as anything goes after all..."

"But I didn't come. I thought I was about to - and very nearly did - but didn't."

"Oh, good, good, good. Oh, Gary, I don't half feel stretched. It was lovely but I didn't want real intercourse - just the feel of you - and that is certainly something. You can pull out now. I've certainly felt it! Your thick cock -- lovely."

Gary made no movement. "Imagine Zoe if I said I'd got stuck and I couldn't pull out."

"It'd be difficult getting to the house like this to call for help! I'm sure you like being where you are but it's time to leave! Aren't you dangerously primed and ready to go? Come on, pull out now!"

Gary looked down and watched himself coming out - slowly - he liked the feel and the view. More and more of his penis appearing and then his cock sprung upwards as it left its warm nest. Behind it Zoe's stretched and inviting opening revealed just how thick Gary's cock was but it began to close. Gary shrugged; no doubt it would be having a rest until Tom pushed his way in at bedtime with full permission to leave his calling card. 

Zoe got up from the table and turned to Gary. "Thanks Gary. That was really good. I so wanted to feel what you were like and now I know. I'm so sorry I couldn't let you come inside me but that's not something I'm ever going to let you do. Phew it's hot in here."

Zoe looked down at Gary's cock, "We, or rather you, are going to need to do something about that. Now what would be special for you?"

Gary shrugged.

"I said you could come over my bottom, and you can, or my tits if you like."

The idea of Zoe walking out of his shed with his semen splashed all across her breasts and running down her tummy, even tangled in her pubic hair was quite an image. He had seen Zara like that but to see Zoe as well, not just with some of his stuff but a full load! Perhaps he could get her to stay for a drink looking like that and then walking back up his garden and home still covered in his stuff. She seemed to like him looking like that: he would certainly like to see her!

"Or, if you like, Gary, you can come in my mouth but no touching my lips or anything with your cock. Your cum, though, is permitted! I mean, it's so hot in here that a drink would not come amiss! Yeah, I'd like that; no strawberries this time but certainly your fresh warm cream. Go on Gary wank and do it."

'Fuck," thought Gary, 'this is too much.' He felt almost paralysed as Zoe got down on her knees before him on the shed floor and opened her mouth. Her tongue moved suggestively across her bottom lip. She even put her hands behind her back. Gary's hand moved to his cock and he began to wank. He was not going to hurry this but, already, he could feel the prospect was propelling him forward to ejaculation - it was simply so erotic. The sweat dripped down his sides. He could feel it.

"It'd be easier if you sucked." Her mouth was two inches from his cock. It would be so easy for her just to come a bit closer.

"I know, Gary, I know, easier and really nice but you understand the rules. Come on there's a thirsty girl here. Give it to me, you know you want to!"

"Oo er, here we go." His hand moved quickly and Gary watched himself as pump, pump, pump; spurt, after spurt the semen came. His aim was good, the first spurt flew straight in and then the big second; he could see it creamy swirly on her tongue, in her mouth, on her lips; the third actually splashing onto her tongue as it moved.

"Gary, umph!"

It was all a bit much for Zoe. The ejaculation long and productive. It was overflowing down her chin and dripping right down between her breasts -- really dripping. Image after image burning itself into Gary's brain to be remembered for the future - in the shed.

His hand slowed. He was done.

"Gary," she was still licking it from around her mouth - his cum! "Oh phew. I mean... all too much in one go! You do cum so much. Lovely though. All salty, slippery and thick. Nice neat but best on strawberries!" She got up and looked down at herself. "What do I look like?"

"Pretty as a picture."

"What like this? Shining with sweat and your cum running down between my breasts onto my tummy."

"Particularly with my cum running down you! I wish I could do that all over again. I wish I could come over you all again!" 

They stepped out of the shed. It was not cool in the sunshine but certainly cooler than in the shed.

"Lemonade?"

"Please."

"Up to the house then."

"Could you get me a tissue?" she said.

"Oh no, of course not! The rules are you have to stay like that!"

She pouted but made no move to clean herself up. They had rules.

It was lovely and companionable sitting sipping lemonade. Two naked neighbours. One with semen still oozing from his flaccid penis and the other with the same semen all down her front, really down her front - some even in her dark pubic hair.

Of course it had been a little bit of a disappointment not to have Zara there in the shed as well but Gary was not disappointed for long. Another day, another afternoon - actually a little after lunch - another call; another venture out into the loke naked; another trip down Zoe's garden and there they both were: Zara and Zoe waiting.

"Hi Gary, been gardening?" It was a stupid question really -- after all he was dressed for gardening or rather undressed!

"Yes, all morning."

The girls on the other hand were dressed. It was a surprise to him to find he liked that -- liked being naked whilst the women were dressed; liked finding his erection coming whilst they were all modestly attired; liked being handled like that: but of course it was also good to see them naked and certainly good to handle them like that as well!

Gary did not think they had a great deal on besides the thin cotton dresses; it seemed to him there was a great deal of pleasing movement of breasts; a gentle wobble about Zoe and the tips of Zara's cone like breasts seemed pointed as if, already, the blood had rushed to engorge their little virginal nipples; he wondered about panties; had they already been removed, had the girls removed them together and neatly folding them side by side to be worn again after sex? Had they, perhaps, done a little more; had they touched each other; perhaps kissed; had hands gone to breasts or even explored to see if the other girl was wet? The idea of Zoe and Zara 'together' was an erotic image to Gary; how nice to watch them play and, perhaps, be free to touch as well and join in. It seemed, though, unlikely that would happen.

"Coffee, Gary and... why what are you thinking!"

"How lovely you both look."

"Well thank you, but it's more than that isn't it? Come, you need to tell us; doesn't he Zara?"

"Oh yes, Zoe, Mr Roldern does!"

"I was just contemplating what you were wearing under those dresses and, well, you two playing with each other."

"Ah that little fantasy men have! Naughty Gary. Not quite Zara and my scene -- as you very well know."

The coffee was brought and once more they sat companionably in the warm sunshine. Zara looked thoughtful.

"Mr Roldern, I was wondering about how men did it. You know, play with their things."

Gary smiled, a lovely phrase. "But you've done it, Zara, you've brought me off. You know how it works."

"No, I was meaning how you do it. I lie in my bed usually and think of things and just, well, play with my bits and pieces."

Gary smiled again. What lovely bits and pieces they were!

"And then I build up and, mostly, I get to come."

"Yes, it's like that for men, I think, only coming is actually quite easy. The trick is, unless you are in a real hurry, is to almost come and then let yourself slip back. Sort of stay at the edge of coming."

"So you can hold yourself on the brink. Just about to shoot all your stuff but not quite?"

"Um, yes that is it though it might dribble a bit along the way. That is why penetration is not a good idea without a condom or other means of birth control. The man does not have to come inside for a girl to get pregnant."

Zoe frowned and Gary wondered if she was thinking back to the day, a few days before, when he had indeed penetrated but not come. Was she worried about pregnancy? It was certainly something she did worry a lot about -- not getting pregnant with Tom. Gary wondered if she would be that bothered if she did find as a result of the presence of his stumpy little cock inside her she did become pregnant that month. Would she really ask the question of herself -- whose baby is this - or just accept the wished for event had happened? She did not reveal her thoughts but joined in the discussion.

"You are being the teacher today, Gary. I rather think Zara learnt that in sex education about half her lifetime ago!"

"So Mr Roldern we could make you almost come and just keep you like that - all big and swollen."

"I doubt it. You are both too sexy by half. I wouldn't be able to help myself!"

"Shall we try?"

"What?"

"See how long we..."

"Zara - I think you mean you not we. I have a no touching rule remember."

As Gary recalled, it had not quite like that the other day but, clearly, to Zoe it had been quite different. From his memory he was quite sure he had rather more than touched - he had penetrated but stayed very still: Zoe on the other hand.... But there was no questioning women's logic he thought.

Zara corrected herself. "See how long I can keep you there."

"Make it an hour," said Zoe, "you need a target."

"I won't last anything like that."

"We'll give you an incentive."

"And that is?"

"I'll show Zara how to give a blow job."

"But that would be touching," exclaimed Zara.

"Certainly would be but I didn't say it was going to be with Gary. Tom would love to have you watching!"

They laughed.

"But Gary'll never last an hour, as he says, so I am happy to offer that reward to Gary. It simply won't happen! So a full fellation Gary - if you last the hour!"

"I'd like to see that," said Zara.

"So what sort of things do you think about in bed when playing, Zara." Gary was interested. What did an eighteen year old think about!

"I think that's a bit private, Gary." said Zoe.

"OK, Zoe, what do you think about?"

"What, with Tom there with me and you in the garden Gary? Not any need for thinking in bed, actually! So Gary, are you ready. Your hour starts now!"

Zara reached across and with her long fingers ran them gently up the underside of his cock from his balls to his fraenum. It was, of course, an exquisite sensation -- the first touch of the day by the girl. And back down his cock went the fingers, teasing and pleasuring. Gary could feel his cock responding, filling with just a little more blood and bouncing a little upwards with the touch.

The fingers encircled and began the age old movement. Gary could readily imagine 'Ug' the caveman doing just that in his cave. Perhaps, no almost certainly, the neighbouring Neanderthal doing just the same thing. Presumably Neanderthal had foreskins -- it was something, Gary thought, we shall never know! Up and down, up and down, clasped in Zara's hand -- not that her fingers could meet all the way round -- his own foreskin went rolling on his stumpy cock. His penis might be unusually short but it was surprisingly thick. Perhaps, Gary thought, he was a throwback. Perhaps he had Neanderthal blood. He had read that Homo sapiens had an outsize penis for their body size. Perhaps the Neanderthal's did not but maybe they made up for it by being surprisingly thick!




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 07



With the other hand Zara cupped his balls; holding them in the palm of her hand; gently lifting them up and letting them down; up and down, up and down; his scrotum elongated and slack in the heat.

"They really are cooler than the rest of him."

"Helps sperm production, " commented Zoe.

"Are they normal size, Zoe?"

"Well, I'm not greatly experienced but looking at them, no, I think rather bigger than normal. Not surprising really with the way Gary comes."

"Doesn't..."

"No, Tom doesn't come like Gary. I don't think many men do!"

Slowly Zoe was drawing her dress up her thighs as she spoke. Gary could not keep his eyes off the moving hem and then, there it was, the lovely patch of dark curls. There had been no panties as he had surmised. And then she opened her legs.

"Zoe you're not going to join in are you?"

"I like watching, Gary, and Zara knows what girls are like down there and of course -- ooh that's nice -- I'm just doing this to make you come well before your hour is up!"

Her fingers played as Gary stared. Even Zara was watching with interest -- seeing what another woman did. Under her dress Zara's knees were opening and closing; clear evidence to Gary that either she wanted to touch herself too or have somebody else do it. It was not like Gary to decline to help a lady in need; it was not like Gary to forego the opportunity of sliding his hand up an eighteen year old leggy girl's thigh; it was not like Gary to miss the opportunity of slipping his hand under the soft cotton and move it upwards to touch her wet and slippery sex!

Zara's hand moved faster as Gary touched her thigh.

"Careful Zara -- no, I mean stop!"

"Ooh Mr Roldern, is that you all primed and ready to go. Zoe look, it's seeping a little."

And it was. There was a definite show of moisture at the urethral opening.

"Zara, just hold off a few moments. Let me touch you instead."

Gary's fingers were at her sex. He could feel how wet she already was, that soaked wetness of a young girl; the wetness of a young girl without panties. His fingers played, his fingers explored, a finger even went a little way into her. Zara moaned. She was very clearly enjoying what was being done to her. Gary began to undo the buttons down her dress bringing her breasts out into the sunlight.

"Aren't you meant to be wanking Gary, Zoe. Time is moving on and he is meant to be being kept right on the edge."

"Sorry Zoe, it's just so nice and, ooh yes Mr Roldern!"

He had touched her clit, was stroking it ever so lightly. It was making Zara's legs flutter, her knees moving to and fro.

Zoe was watching him, dress up around her waist and her fingers happily playing in her own wetness, caressing her own little button.

"Would you like a hand too?" How wonderful to have one hand in each of their laps and bring them off together but he knew Zoe would decline. That would be touching, of course.

"No thanks Gary -- that would be touching."

A hand curling around his balls, just gently kneading as he undid another button and Zara's sweet conical breasts came fully into view. Gary bent and sucked. Lovely hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked first one and then the other, alternating between the two with the occasional glance at Zoe's still hidden big breasts. He had not been permitted to suck them.

The hand slipped upwards and once again his foreskin began to move. A lovely feeling but Gary did not want it to be too lovely. He would like to prolong the excitement, wait out the full hour if possible and then try and hold out for a time in Zoe's mouth. He had already ejaculated there but not felt the touch of her lips, not felt the tickle of her tongue -- not even a little bit.

"Zara, stop, stop, stop. Phew! Close again." He glanced at Zoe and she licked her lips in a very sensual gesture. Zoe was not helping at all. She was trying to make him cum.

Gary got up to have a short walk to recover but Zoe was having none of it.

"Follow him Zara, keep him in hand."

And so Gary found himself walking around Zoe's garden completely naked, his stubby erection pointing to the sky with two girls modestly clad in cotton dresses -- they had slipped down around their thighs as soon as they stood up. Modestly clad if you ignored the openness of Zara's dress and the occasional flash of firm conical breast and hard little nipple. And there was no let up in his erection. Zara had him firmly in hand and was gently moving him, keeping up the sensation, not allowing him to come down from his peak of excitement.

It almost happened again. Very nearly Gary found himself coming all over the Dahlias. What a surprise it would have been to the 'Bishop of Llandaf' to have found, instead of the gentle warm refreshing shower of an English summer, a forceful short pattering hot shower from Gary's cock leaving his dark leaves rather creamy white.

Thinking back later Gary wondered if it would be more appropriate to have nearly come over some more femininely named Dahlia such as 'Jescot Julie' or 'Amy's Star' rather than the Bishop!

He avoided just in time being sent over the edge by pulling away from Zara, literally pulling his cock from her grasp.

"No, you don't Gary, grab him again Zara."

Gary was quick and he ran off down the garden. To anyone watching it would have been either hilarious or ridiculous or both. Gary, a middle aged man, running across the lawn completely naked and sexually aroused, and being chased by two girls in flowing summer dresses. An onlooker might have thought the scene should have been the other way around: the aroused male chasing the females to ravish and enjoy.

The chasing went round and round the garden, Gary dodging the two girls until they caught him and held him. They were all breathing hard and laughing. But Gary had achieved his object -- he was wilting a bit.

"Zoe -- you're holding my arm. That's touching surely."

"Holding your arm or shaking hands is one thing: holding your cock or shaking it is quite another! Off you go, Zara, start wanking."

And as he was held Zara's hand reached and once more took him in hand and began to play with his cock, quickly restoring both its firmness and angle. It was by now displaying more wetness at the end. Held as he was Gary's hands were still free and he undid the other buttons of Zara's dress allowing the whole thing to swing open to reveal her lovely body, pretty conical breasts, flat tummy and neat patch of fair hair either side of her dear little slit. She was standing with legs a little apart, almost an invitation to place his hand between them and he did just that. Once more it slipped between her thighs feeling her wetness and heat. How nice it would be to slip into the pool, push his cock in, and force an entrance. But Zara's virgin state meant 'force' would very much be the word. It was not for him.

They lead him back to the chairs and they re-seated themselves. Gary's hand still between Zara's legs; Zara's hand around his cock; Zoe unbuttoning her dress so she could touch her breasts.

Zara was the first to come. Gary knew what he was doing and did it well. Inevitably as she felt herself building her hand speeded up but Gary was able to knock it away and place it on a breast leaving him free to work her without 'distraction.' It was lovely seeing the teen in the throes of orgasm, her face all screwed up, her body vulnerable, exposed and twitching and for Gary to feel the rush of yet more lubrication on his hand.

It seemed to set Zoe off as well and he had to restrain himself not to rush over and fuck her as she splayed her thighs wide, totally exposing her entrance under her working fingers, an entrance clearly ready to be filled and with room enough for him -- as he well knew.

There was a pause as the two girls recovered letting Gary a little off the hook but not for long. They took great interest in watching him.

"Come on Zara, do it again," said Zoe, "bring him just up to the point and stop."

"Gently," said Gary, "just slowly. This is a lot easier to do myself! Slowly, yes just fractional movements. Yes. That's it. Gently. Stop! I'm right on the edge. One movement and... OK you can move a little again."

It was unbelievable. Five minutes of Zara just starting and stopping movement under Gary's direction. Five minutes he was held just on the brink of coming."

Gary stood up. "Can we have a rest? I'm going to come, I know I am. This cannot go on for long."

"But Gary, you've only had half an hour. Oh alright then, a little walk. But it does look like you won't be getting your prize."

They got up again and Gary slipped Zara's dress from her. He was keen to see her entire and not just the exposed bits. They walked around the garden in the sunshine but Zoe soon had Zara playing with him again and, of course, the inevitable happened. Gary misjudged the command to stop.

"Stop Zara, I mean, oh you've gone too far. I can't stop, I'm...."

"Step back Zara, let's just watch." Commanded Zoe.

"Coming."

And he did, in the middle of Zoe's lawn, with the girls a couple of paces back from him, standing completely naked, standing alone, Gary began to come. The pent up excitement of the girls' teasing yielded its result, really yielded its bounty. The two girls watched as Gary demonstrated what men do; showed just what an ejaculation was; performed for the girls as he stood unable to stop it happening with nothing touching or stimulating his penis but it coming all the same. His little stumpy penis bobbed down a little and then released a stream of semen into the air. A parabolic trajectory up into the air right up to head height before falling on the grass a good yard away from Gary and then the second pulse shot even further.

Gary stood shaking his head with the intensity of the feeling as the involuntary action continued. There was nothing Gary could do about it -- the ejaculation had to run its course.

The girls were counting, counting very loudly, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. What on earth would they imagine was being counted? "One," in unison, "two, three, four..."

The later pulses were not so strong but Gary kept coming. Gary turned towards the girls sending his next spurt towards them but not strong enough to reach. 

"Five, six..."

Still coming he stepped towards them, Zoe stepped back probably unwilling to have her dress messed but Zara stepped towards him and caught a pulse right on her mons.

As the girls chanted, "Seven, eight," Zara stepped right up to Gary and squeezed him against her squashing his erection between them. The last feeble pulse of his ejaculation came warm between their pressed tummies.

"Nine," said Zara and kissed him. "Thank you for that Mr Roldern. Sorry you didn't get to go in Zoe's mouth. I really would like to have seen that, I really would. But what a show."

"What a show indeed," replied Zoe.

And across the grass could actually be seen the product of Gary's demonstration and of course on Zara's tummy and mons.

"What does it taste like, Zoe?"

"Well, why don't you try it and see."

And she did. As Gary began to droop, Zara touched her tummy with a finger and brought it to her mouth, her pink tongue poked out and touched it and then her lips closed around the finger. "Um, salty sort of nothing really. It's the association really isn't it? Sexy."

Zoe's finger went to Zara's tummy and she too slicked off some of Gary's cum. "Mmmm nice. I was secretly looking forward to drinking all of Gary - but there we are."

"Ooh Zoe you weren't?"

"No, it was never going to happen. But would I have liked to suck Gary off? Oh yes very definitely: but rules are rules. A cup of tea now perhaps?"

And they sat in the garden in the sunshine drinking tea; tea from a proper china teapot with china cups and saucers and a cake. Across the lawn a discarded summer cotton dress all decorated in little flowers, in the beds the flowers were still and radiant in their colour, the Bishop of Llandof stood blooming but unmolested and on the patio a naked middle aged man sat happily conversing with a naked blond teen and a more mature dark woman in a cotton dress. They were laughing and very happy.

It was another perfect summer's afternoon for Gary. 



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 08



Chapter 8 -- the purpose of intercourse

Autumn had come and it was no longer so warm in the garden. Even Gary was finding himself dressed most days in the garden; his visits to Zoe's or her visits to him curtailed. It was one thing to be mutually masturbating in the sunshine: rather another to be on a bed together. The latter seemed rather more what lovers did and they were not an item. Zoe and Tom were an item. Gary was just a friend whom Zoe happened to wank with. It could as easily have been a girl she did that with - well, perhaps.

He was pleasantly surprised one morning to find he had visitors - Zoe and Zara together.

"Morning ladies." It was not actually a good morning and it looked like rain. "Coffee?"

They sat in Gary's kitchen on his bar stools and cradled their mugs of coffee. It was all so different from the summer when they would have sat naked in the garden. Instead they were well clothed. Even Gary had a jumper on, and jeans and a shirt. There was small talk until Zara nudged Zoe, "Go on, ask him."

Gary was intrigued and looked expectant.

"I'm still not pregnant," said Zoe.

Gary made sympathetic noises.

"I did what you suggested and got a sample from Tom and his sperm count is really low."

"They can do things you know and..."

"Apparently not, so..."

"IVF?"

"I don't want a baby from a stranger's sperm and done in a hospital. I want to get pregnant properly in my own bed. Can I borrow your sperm?" She was certainly being direct.

For a moment, Gary was taken aback. "Oh, well yes, you can keep it if you like."

"Don't be flippant Gary, Zoe's being serious. This is not a joking matter." He had not seen Zara so stern. "Zoe and I have talked about this a lot."

"So I just cum and you pop it in. There's plenty, as you know, and I am not making a joke, Zara, just stating a fact. You could use a syringe. Is Zara helping you?" Even the image of young Zara using a syringe, inserting it into Zoe and squirting his cum in between Zoe's naked thighs had a degree of eroticism for Gary.

"No, Gary," it was a very serious Zoe, "I want it done properly. Not a syringe but a penis. I want you to ejaculate inside me - yes fuck me if you would."

Gary gaped. "You want me to... but of course. I'd be delighted - sorry Zara but I do mean it both ways - of course I've wanted to have intercourse with you, Zoe, what man wouldn't, but equally I am happy to help - indeed delighted to assist."

"Ah, but there's a catch Gary," it was Zara again, " and this may not make it so attractive, Zoe wants Tom to think it is his and she wants it to be as close as it can be to Tom getting her pregnant." Zara looked very earnest.

Gary was a little puzzled. He certainly could get the idea about Tom thinking it was his but what did she mean?

"Yes Gary, I want you to fuck me straight after Tom so his semen is as much in me as yours. I don't know how you feel about that? Your cock will be where Tom has just been and, not to put a finer point on it, will be right in there with and touching Tom's cum - bathed in it if you like. I want it all mixed up."

"Sloppy seconds then!"

"Gary!" Zara looked really cross.

"I'd still be delighted. Will Tom be there?" He was not so sure he would find that so easy with another man present - let alone a husband.

"No, of course not. He goes out the front door, you come in the back; but I want Zara there."

"Will Tom mind that?"

"Tom would probably be very distracted if Zara was there. He's been looking at her legs for a few years now."

"They are very good legs."

"And I am sure he would like to see a lot more but Zara comes in with you. This is nothing to do with Tom. He is not to know - ever. Do I have your word?"

"Of course."

"Gary, that's wonderful. And you are to enjoy it. Don't see it as a medical procedure."

"What - sort of a hushed commentary, Dr Zara is now beginning the insertion. She is positioning the penis and testing that it is fully functioning. She has practised the procedure for some weeks now. It is a skilled task, things could easily go so wrong. There is a hush and she pushes the penis forward and it begins to disappear within the patient - cut to close up - her latex gloved hand is steadying the balls, twin containers of the essential fluid so necessary for this procedure. It is vital the penis is directed accurately so the semen is deposited right at the entrance to the cervix. Dr Zara has assisted in the insemination of hundreds of women, her delicate hands are skilled at penile manipulation, the extraction of semen and..."

"Shut up Gary!"

Zoe said, "I'm worried, though, that it would be cheating on Tom. Well, it is cheating on Tom but better than the anonymous sperm bank." Zoe was clearly still worried.

"Zoe, how about looking on me as your private bank - your bank manager giving you a very personal service."

"When?" said Zara.

"I'm coming up to my fertile time."

"What tomorrow?" asked Gary.

"Probably."

"How will we know? I mean, how will we know if Tom has fucked you?"

"Just come round when you see him go. The back door will be open."

"I'll come around," said Zara, "and wait with Gary."

Gary watched them go. He had rather hoped there might have been some skilled penile manipulation that morning but he was going to have to wait. Probably Zoe would now see it as wasting it! But he was, as he had said, delighted: he was going to fuck Zoe - chubby, dark haired little Zoe. He was going to slide his cock into that soft wet place he had so often enjoyed seeing in the sunshine, that place he had once before been allowed into but this time to actually come - he was going to release himself right inside her with the added frisson that the object was indeed to make her pregnant. His smile broadened. And it was to be proper fucking. Zoe had said he was to enjoy it. Well that meant a lot of touching! At last he was going to fondle her breasts! He would have to do it on successive days and if it did not work then again the next month. It was not fair, and he did not really wish it, but it would be quite nice if Zoe took a few months to conceive! Did he mind 'sloppy seconds?' Hell, no. If to fuck Zoe had meant sharing a bed with Tom he would not have been worried. 

If there had been room - and there wasn't, even that aubergine had not been that big - he would happily have double penetrated Zoe, both his and Tom's cock sharing the same vagina at the same time, jointly coming and spraying her cervix as one. That, presumably, was really what she was wanting! One man at her front: the other at her back.

Gary was up, showered, and ready the next day. A little knock at his front door and there was Zara looking quite something in tee shirt and jeans - particularly as she had no bra on under the tee shirt. Gary had a job to do but he could not help thinking of how good it would be to bed Zara. He had not been alone with her before and it was good to talk as he handed her a cup of tea and they waited looking out of a front window for Tom's car to start. Gary suggested perhaps Zara should come in the back way next time. It would look odd for an eighteen year old girl going into Gary's house in the early morning.

It seemed Tom was a bit late - which was, of course, a good sign. Then there was a slam of a front door and the two of them watched Tom hurriedly getting into his car and driving off.

"Come on," said Zara, "operation baby making!"

Zoe's back door was unlocked. It felt strange creeping into somebody else's house. It felt even stranger to Gary when Zara asked if he was not going to take his clothes off. She watched him.

Stranger still as Zara took hold of his penis in her hand, "Come on little man, you've a big job to do!" And led him upstairs.

What if Tom had come back for something? It did not bear thinking about!

And there was chubby, dark little Zoe lying in the middle of a double bed and very clearly recently fucked. The colour in her cheeks, the dampness on her skin, dampness shining in the dark curly vee of Zoe's pubic hair and the scent of sex in the room. It came home to Gary just how much he was taking another man's place - but he would hardly be the first to have done such a thing!

"Hallo!" Zara was all chirpy and bent and kissed Zoe on the cheek. "Look what I've brought you!" He hand went under Gary's balls and lifted his genitalia upwards. "Are you ready? Gary is!"

Zoe rolled a little onto her side, "Hallo Gary, now please don't think you have to be mechanical. I want you to enjoy intercourse. I've just come so don't think I will again but that's not the point. Are those balls loaded, Zara?"

"I think so, they feel very full and big but I haven't tested them this morning."

"I should think not!"

"Gary -- you have permission to touch! Permission to touch anywhere but I'd rather we didn't kiss, you know, properly."

"You can kiss me properly, Mr Roldern, if you like."

And of course he did. His arm around her tee shirted back, the feel of her tongue darting through his lips into his mouth and his erection pressed hard against Zara's jeans.

"Hey! It's me you need to fuck: not Zara,"

Gary could not help thinking he would be happy to do both.

Gary moved onto the bed.

"This is going to be really educational," said Zara sitting down on a chair to watch.

"This feels awfully strange Gary, and a little wrong."

"It's OK, Zoe, we are making a baby for you and Tom. It's the four of us Tom, Zara, you and me. Come on relax. I'm not going to say lie back and think of England. This is important and should be done well."

Gary's hand stroked her forehead and then touched her lips. Zoe kissed his fingers. "Was your lovemaking good this morning?"

"Yes, really nice, gentle and slow. I came with Tom inside me. I don't often do that."

"Tell me what happened."

"It's personal." 

"So is what we are doing."

"I awoke first and reached for him and stroked him until he was hard."

"Go on, then."

"What? Oh I see." Zoe's fingers reached for Gary's penis.

"Then what?"

"Then he got up in bed and kissed me and then he touched his penis to my lips."

Gary got up in bed and bent and kissed Zoe's nose before letting his penis head touch Zoe's lips. Lovely to see - his cock resting on her pretty mouth.

"And then?"

Zoe opened her lips and sucked on Gary's cock. She sucked for quite a time. The sight and feeling for Gary was quite something. Her lips at first just holding the very end but then spreading and actually getting the whole knob in.

"Hey guys, that's really something!" A commentary from Zara.

"What did Tom do then?"

"He sat on me and played and..."

"And?" said Zara.

"He sucked on my nipples quite hard."

Gary moved and sat across Zoe's hips. He could feel, and he certainly looked to see, his balls resting on Zoe's springy curls - what a cushion!

He blew her a kiss and reached to hold her breasts in his hands. He had been wanting to do just that for weeks. They were full and warm in his hands. He moved them and then felt the nipples hard beneath his fingers. He bent and gently took Zoe's left nipple between his lips. It was hard like a pea. He began to suck, his tongue caressing the hard nipple. And after a time he drew the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Zoe moaned. Could he perhaps bring her off a second time?

"And next?"

"He kissed me down there. But, Gary, you can't. I mean Tom's been and... you won't want to taste that! It's not really part of getting me pregnant."

"Go on Gary, do it." Zara being unnecessarily encouraging.

Gary unseated himself and eased Zoe's thighs apart. It was clear Tom had visited. Zoe's pudenda was engorged ready for a man, it was very clearly wet and ready -- a wonderful sight all ready to be entered - but there was also clear evidence a man had recently been there and done what men do.

"Go on Gary, I would." It was Zara again.

"Well why don't you then. I'd like to see that."

"But I'm a woman."

"I can see that and I'm a man!" Gary shrugged. This was probably going to happen sometime during the week. He just had not expected it quite so soon. It was lovely dipping his tongue into Zoe's wetness and feeling her lips and folds with his tongue. So soft, so warm, so wet and so female. He had also wanted to do just that for weeks. It was only occasionally he detected a certain saltiness and viscosity. What would Tom think if he knew on his drive to work his neighbour was between his wife's legs tasting his cum? Indeed had his tongue right inside her. What would he think if he knew Gary was about to fuck his wife?

Gary surfaced and looked at Zara and motioned for her to come closer and then kissed her on the lips with his mouth wet from Zoe.

"Oh," gasped Zara but then she smiled and very deliberately ran her tongue around her lips and nodded her head from side to side as if to say, 'that's OK.'

"And then he got on top of me and fucked me. Fucked me really well."

It seemed Zoe had got into the spirit and was really turned on again. Gary so hoped he could bring off the trick of making her come again.

He slipped across and on to Zoe, his penis in position and pointing.

"Ready Zoe?"

"Oh yeah, fuck me Gary - hard." Her legs and thighs came up positioning herself for Gary to push in, positioning herself so he could get his short stumpy erection into her.

He pushed, there was a little resistance as the opening adjusted to his girth and then he was in. Zoe locked her ankles around his back holding him tightly to and in her. They began to fuck. A steady motion making the bed creak. A traditional indication to a neighbour that intercourse was in progress. It was not the only sound; there was also the slap, slap, slap of Gary's balls against Zoe as he pushed in and out. It was quite loud.

"This is really good to see, I really hoped you guys would do this. What a funny noise you make! Can I feel you together?"

Gary paused and felt Zara's hand sneaking between his thighs and her fingers encircling his cock just where it was stuffed into Zoe.

"Funny how it can really all disappear inside the woman! It's all gone in! Must feel lovely. Can I hold your balls whilst you fuck, Gary, you know, feel you doing it?"

"You'll make me come."

"I thought that was the idea?"

"Well let's see if I can make Zoe come first, then you can hold them,"

"OK. Do you know I can see both your bottom holes? That's funny too!"

Gary smiled. Having the teen's comments was so enjoyable as well. It was obvious she was excited as well. They should have told her to be naked with them and wank. He'd suggest it the next day.

Gary resumed his work, lovely to be lying right on top of Zoe, feel her legs pulling him to her, feeling her breasts squashed against his chest. A shame they could not kiss. He would like to feel her tongue in his mouth - the reverse of his cock in her vagina.

"Oh Gary, you're going to make me come, you really are, I...oh!"

Gary pushed harder and did his best to really make Zoe's orgasm count. He almost came but not quite

There was a pause. The two lying together. Gary rigid inside Zoe.

"Have you done it Gary?"

"Nope. Are you ready though? Ready to be inseminated?"

"Please, yes, Gary. Fill me up. Do it inside me like you cum all over your chest. Lots and lots." She clasped him even tighter with her legs.

"Ready Zara? If you want to hold them as they do their job."

Lovely to feel Zara's hands carefully holding his swinging balls and then he was off. Steady, building strokes as he eased himself to orgasm. Of course having his balls held by a tee shirt clad pretty teen was an added pleasure.

"Zoe - here it comes - for you!"

And of course come he did. Pulse after pulse depositing itself inside Zoe. Lovely at last to feel himself coming in Zoe's wet, hot secret place, pushing himself as far in as he could (which was not very far) and letting fly.

"I can feel you Gary, I can feel you come!"

"So can I," it was Zara. Shared intercourse indeed.

And being Gary he came for quite a long time, spurt after spurt going just where it was meant to go. Such a lovely feeling for Gary as he just flowed.

There was a pause. Gary lay feeling emptied and very happy. He was to do the same again tomorrow!

Finally Gary got off Zoe and Zara leaned forward with interest.

Zoe looked puzzled, "Zara what are you looking at!"

"Ooh sorry Zoe, I was just interested to see..."

"What a vagina looks like after intercourse?"

"Well, yes."

"And what does it - I've never looked!" Her bottom was still raised, her legs still in the air.

"All rather gyne. But it's not like there's just a bit of semen, it really looks like it's all full up."

Gary leaned forward too, and it did -- it really did - topped up to the brim! The little pink orifice showed as a pool of creamy swirly semen as if, and perhaps it was, the whole tube was full of cum. Any more and it would have overflowed!

"Get me a mirror!" said Zoe.

It was strange all three looking at Zoe's pudenda and admiring - there really was no better word - what Tom and Gary had done between them. Gary's fertile sperm mixed with Tom's semen all to the purpose of getting just one spermatozoa to penetrate Zoe's ovum and produce a baby. Clearly the men had done their best - they had tried very hard - any more would be wasted.

"Do you think I should stay like this?" It was not exactly a dignified position with her legs coming back over her body and her sex uppermost but it certainly kept any cum from running away from her vagina. Zara propped more pillows under her bottom and slowly Zoe brought her legs down but closing them tightly to retain what the men had given her and ensure the balance remained tipped in favour of pregnancy.

"Back tomorrow?"

"Yes," said Zoe, "same time, same place."

Gary smiled - yes, same warm, delightful, wet and now very full place! This was going to be a good week.

They left Zoe to have a nap and walked down the stairs. Gary naked following Zara in her jeans and tee shirt. There was a pause at the bottom of the stairs.

"Gary do you think we could have sex now. That got me all worked up." 

It was unexpected and rather inopportune. "I can't Zara, I mean I've just come and I should, in any case, save myself for Zoe tomorrow."

"I could be very, very sexy." Her hand closed over his penis still very wet from Zoe.

It would have been a reasonable question - just how sexy? What was she prepared to do?

"I don't know. Don't you have to get off to school or something?"

"I don't have a lesson until later. Please Mr Roldern. Please touch me now."

Even in his satiated state it was too much of an offer.

She lifted his hand and placed it on a tee shirt covered breast

"I don't think..."

Zara rolled her tongue over her lips and looked at him with big eyes, "Please..."

"Look what use is this to you now?" Gary indicated his penis, still wet from Zoe and Tom and his semen.

Zara moved it in her hand and then dropped to her knees and held it wet against her cheek.

"It's lovely Mr Roldern, all so soft now but how hard it was for Zoe. You were so good to her/" She kissed it and then began to lick it. "Mmmm, so sexy even when soft and tasty!"

"Zara - that's got Zoe all over it and Tom."

"And you - I know, I wish it could have me as well." And she opened her lips and took Gary's flaccid penis completely in her mouth and began to suck gently."

Wonderful of course for Gary to see the young teen with his cock in her mouth and feel the gentle mouth work.

"Later this afternoon perhaps I..."

The pretty lips left his cock, "Please take me back to your house and do something now. Um, yes, give me a sound spanking."

"Would you really like that?"

"I want you to do things."

"What things?"




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 08



"You can fuck me if you like."

"No. Not today."

"Do you want to tie me down, make me helpless, and then insert things."

"What things?"

"Penis shaped things."

"Is that a fantasy of yours?"

"Mmmm... I want you to fuck me with your cock and anything."

"Just me?"

"Mr Roldern, I do think of boys as well."

"Boys?"

"Two, sometimes three. That's how they hold me down. Why don't you fuck me."

"Nothing I'd like more, Zara, but I've just been with Zoe so firstly I'm physically incapable, secondly I don't want to get you pregnant too, thirdly I don't think it would go in anyway and fourthly, I think you should save yourself for a nice young boy. Fuck, Zara, if you want to do it properly then we shall but not until you're no longer a virgin and are sure you want to. Come and sleep with me then."

He looked down at her tight jeans, the roundness of her bottom and the little brass button and brass zipper at the front. It was the prospect of undoing those more than the spanking that did it.

"Very well, come on." Gary pulled on his clothes and took Zara by the hand and walked back down the garden path leaving a rather full Zoe to have a sleep. There was, as usual, no one in the loke. Whilst both were fully dressed it would certainly have been remarked upon about what was Gary doing with young Zara coming out of Tom and Zoe's garden gate - and holding her hand

Inside the house Gary's hand went to the zipper and eased it down, he fumbled a bit with the button, his hand touching her bare skin under her tee shirt, and then, there she was, with the way to her sex open.

"Tell me, Zara, why me, why not a nice boy of your own age?"

"I want that, Mr Roldern, yes, but you're special - you and your shed."

"My shed?"

"It's a lovely shed. My secret place for years. I found it when playing a game when I was littler. I forget what the game was, and why I was creeping about gardens, but when I crept into your shed it was so nice, with its table and chair and warm garden smell. I used to come there quite often. I hid in there behind the garden chairs, it was my really secret place. I was in there once when you came in and said some very unkind things about your wife. You were cross. It made me sad."

Gary could remember saying many unkind things about his wife. Most, he thought, justified. He had never known someone was coming in his shed though. Not even his wife went there. It was his place.

"I didn't come there then for many years but I remember once when I was really down I came and sat there. It made me feel better. I thought no one was at home but then I saw you in the garden in your way - and that was all very educational. I mean I had seen diagrams in a biology book but there it was for real - your penis and balls I mean. I learnt a lot because you were not just naked but your thing got all stiff and you stroked it. Then it happened. I thought you were peeing at first but that was odd as you had done that earlier but then I realised! Educational, as I said!"

Gary was thunderstruck: Zara had been visiting his shed for years, had seen far too much of his private doings and it was only the handkerchief that had lead him to suspect.

"Then, not so long ago, I came back and there you were again. Gardening away all naked. I did so hope you would do your thing again and you did! It made me all wet which was nice. When I got home and was in bed I thought back about what I had seen and, well you know, got all wet again and did something about it. I do get quite wet, Mr Roldern, quite often. I am wet now. Would you like to feel?"

"That wasn't when you dropped the handkerchief?"

"No, that was a little later when I came back again. I really thought you were going to catch me! Did my heart race! But when I got home I thought about what you might have done had you caught me."

"And that made you wet I suppose!"

Zara was moving from one leg to the other, "Please Mr Roldern, I'm wet now. Please put your hand there."

"And what did you do."

"Oh, I took all my clothes off, lay on the bed and tried to spank myself. I imagined you doing it."

Gary began taking off his clothes. It was no good. He was going to have to spank Zara. She wanted it and he certainly liked the idea.

"Upstairs then. Girls who trespass in men's sheds need punishing: yes spanking!"

Gary watched the jean clad bottom, a bottom clad in jeans that were undone, scampering up his stairs and he followed. Normally he would have been as erect as anything but having just fucked Zoe he was impotent. Such a shame.

She was lying spread-eagled on his bed, her bottom uppermost - waiting.

"No, not like that." It would have been fine to have just spanked her denim clad behind. Any man would have given a lot to do just that, including Tom if Zoe's comments were accurate - and it was unlikely they were not - but Gary knew he could do more, much more. "I think we'll have those trousers off, Miss James, first. It will make your chastisement a little more effective."

Gary reached and pulled. Her jeans were tight and figure hugging, it was not easy but they came, bringing panties with them, exposing Zara's dimpled bottom, so smooth and rounded. Gary left them around her ankles effectively hobbling her.

"Stand up! And come and bend over my knees."

She shuffled round with her trousers around her ankles and lay over his knees,

"Hands behind your back." And he tied them with one of his ties.

"Mr Roldern that is naughty."

"It will stop you touching yourself/"

"But I'm so wet - please touch me."

"You asked to be spanked." And with that Gary's hand descended. What a fantastic thing to be doing - spanking a young teen's bottom, a naked bottom whilst she was all tied up. The sadness was Gary could not really do anything about it - he had just fucked Zoe and the wherewithal was just not there.

It was six of the best. Not just little gentle pats. Gary aimed to do the job properly. He hoped the neighbours would not hear!

"Ow! Mr Roldern that hurt!"

Let me rub some cream on it. He was generous with the jar. A great glob of cream on her right cheek and then he began to rub making first one then the other cheek slippery with cream. Of course his fingers slipped into the divide; of course they slipped along the crack and of course they found the anus.

"Mr Roldern, that's my bottom hole. MR ROLDERN!"

Not content with circling the little wrinkled orifice, Gary had pushed a finger in. The anus slippery with cream had presented no obstacle. His finger had just slipped in - all the way!

With his free hand he had parted the cheeks, "Yes Miss James, I do have a finger in your bottom. I wonder if a second will go in?"

"Mr Roldern, NO"!

It was lovely, simply so erotic, to have Zara wriggling against him but held down with his free hand whilst he carefully eased a second digit into her bottom hole. Of course it was tight but equally, of course, there was room. Gary dropped another glob of cold cream right on her anus.

"And now for a third."

"Oh, ooh, oh - I'm so stretched it's like I'm doing a really big..."

"Zara! Imagine instead you are being fucked there as a punishment. Isn't it your school policy that really naughty girls have their bottoms fucked?"

"No of course it isn't."

"It should be." Gary began to move his fingers simulating the movement of a lodged erection. And who would you like to administer the punishment."

"Er, oh, Mr Rodgers I suppose."

"Does he have a big cock?"

"I don't know. Of course I don't know!" 

"Does it feel big in your bottom now? He's really fucking you."

"Big, yes - too big - oh Mr Roldern I'm going to come I really am."

And she did, wriggling all over his lap trying to squeeze her thighs together whilst, all the time, Gary kept up the pleasant movement in her bottom.

"I don't believe that. I really came just with your fingers in my bottom."

Gary extracted his fingers and reached for a different cream. This cream gave a pleasant tingle when applied after shaving but it would be more than a tingle when applied to Zara's anus.

"Right Zara, a little soothing ointment. Now you scoot up the bed and lie on your back, kick those trousers off and open your legs wide. I'm just going to wash my hands and then I'll take a look at that wetness that was troubling you.

Gary walked out of the bathroom to a sight that should have, indeed would have normally, brought the strongest possible erection to a fifty-seven year old man. A pretty, fair, teenager with her hands tied behind her back lying on his own double bed with her legs spread as wide as she could showing everything and wriggling her hips at the same time.

"Mr Roldern - what did you put on my bottom? It's hot and stingy."

"Just a little ointment. Bad girls' punishment ointment. It'll remind you to be good. Now let's have a look here Miss James. You are very wet indeed, you've leaked right out onto your thighs. I suspect your panties on the floor there are wringing wet. You won't be able to put those on again. I'll wash them for you. Now let's see what we have here; I need to feel how damp your hair down here has got."

So lovely to be up close and personal with Zara's pudenda and be able to touch everything - with full permission - and he did touch everything and pulled and pushed and even stuck his finger inside but it would not go very far. And all the time Zara wriggled and sighed, her thighs opening and closing a little. It was lovely moving his fingers through the warm pink marshland but, alas, it still did not provoke his own erection.

Gary lent in closer and touched with his tongue.

"Mr Roldern, what are you doing, oh yes, oh good, please. Oh fuck that is good!"

It clearly was very good as Gary experienced Zara's second orgasm as close up as could be - was her little nipple of a clitoris not in his mouth at the time?

"Can't I do anything for you Mr Roldern?"

Gary shook his head. "Not yet, Zara, not yet. I was coming inside Zoe not half an hour or so ago."

"Could you not even cum in my mouth?"

Even Zara kneeling still with her hands tied behind her back and sucking his cock did not do any good. Frustrating. What would most men give to have Zara do that?

"A drink before you go?"

"I'd rather drink you!"

"Zara! Not possible."

"Coffee then."

Gary went to make the coffee. Zara followed him.

"Aren't you going to untie me? I can't drink my coffee."

"I could do, I suppose, or I could lift the mug for you! I like you tied up."

Gary relented.

"I'll be back this afternoon to do what I said."

Later that morning Gary went up to his bedroom. There, lying on his bedroom floor, was a pair of panties. He bent and picked them up, his erection returning as he did so. They were, as he had said earlier, rather damp. He lifted them to his nose - he had not seen himself as a panty fetishist but there was no mistaking the young girl scent! Gary hung the panties on his erect cock and went downstairs to drop them in the washing machine. He had found a use for his cock until Zara came later that afternoon!

But Zara did not come. He got a phone call later, "Mr Roldern, Zara. Sorry I couldn't come over. We had to go away for a few days. I can't be with you and Zoe tomorrow or for a few days. Tell her I'm sorry."

Not really a total disappointment. He had Zoe to look forward to on the morrow.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 09



Chapter 9 -- Changing places

Gary stood looking out of his window watching for Tom, his next door neighbour, to leave for work. He was waiting for him to go so he could nip around next door and fuck Tom's wife. He was not having an illicit affair; Zoe wanted a baby and wanted Gary to father it. Tom was capable enough in the fucking department - pretty good as far as Zoe told him: not that he had seen it - but Tom was just not capable in the baby making department. Zoe had asked Gary to add his fertile sperm to Tom's infertile semen; not in a test tube but in the proper place. Gary was happy to help, happy to mix the two in a natural way

The day before Zara had been there; had come around to help. But she was away for a few days. It was a shame. He liked the idea of assisted intercourse; having Zara's ready hand there. It was not that she was really needed but Zoe had clearly found it a support. He hoped it would not upset her that Zara was missing.

Tom's car started. Gary turned and headed downstairs and out into his garden, out through the gate into the loke and up Zoe's garden path, heading very purposely for her own garden. Gary was a gardener and he had seeds to plant. Through the French windows; Gary dropped his clothes on the lounge floor - it seemed right to approach Zoe all ready for intercourse - and headed up the stairs. It seemed so appropriate; him to go up where Tom had just come down!

"Morning Zoe, and how are you today?"

Zoe had a sheet around her and was sitting up in bed. "Morning Gary, but not a good morning for you. Tom did not want to... make love so we can't. Sorry. I feel so fertile, so ready, but I tried my best but he would not come back to bed.

"We could still..."

"No, I know it might well work and conception happen - but not without Tom. I've got to have his semen and your sperm; I really have."

"Didn't you fuck last night?"

"Well, yes, but so we did yesterday and last week. No, it's got to be a fresh mixing. Anyway Tom didn't come inside me where he should."

"Oh?"

"He was silly. I told him so, but there was not much I could do about it - then." She reddened delightfully, "You see... my bottom's a bit sore this morning..."

"Oh. I..."

"And you can't fuck me there, Gary: it's too sore, you're probably too big; leastways I don't want to try and, of course, it would be touching and I certainly can't get pregnant like that!"

Gary looked disappointed. "It's a very nice bottom..."

"Thank you but it'd be touching and I'm rather sore anyway."

"Couldn't I just..."

"Oh, all right, because it's you and you're being so sweet about this you can wank over me, come over me anywhere you like - even my hair if you really want as I'm going to wash it anyway - but not where babies come from. I expect though it will be on my bottom, you'll be thinking about Tom lodged there and, if you want to know, Gary, he got it all in!"

Zoe got out from under the sheets all chubby and desirable, crawled over the bed and settled down with her knees just on the bed, right at the edge and with her bottom uppermost. She spread her legs so Gary could stand between them. She was certainly letting him see everything; she was being kind; he could come right on her bottom hole if he wanted -- it was there in full view!

"It does look a little battered, Zoe. Would you like me to put some cream on it?"

"I thought that was why I was lying in this undignified position. Go on, wank away."

"No, I meant proper soothing cream."

"Gary, Gary that would be touching."

"Medical application like a plaster!"

"No, it's not. I'll do that later. Get on with it."

Gary was nicely erect, well of course he would be! He was looking down on Zoe's lovely rounded bottom and imagining himself actually pushing his cock where Tom had been, into the little wrinkled orifice and repeating the job, or at least positioning himself so his cock was pressed against it so could try and force his ejaculation up into her to join Tom's work; not quite as good but certainly erotic - when he heard a car come into the drive.

Zoe leapt up, her boobs bouncing delightfully, "Fuck, it's Tom back. Probably to fuck. Into the wardrobe, Gary. Oh fuck!"

A key in the lock and a shout from below, "Zoe, I changed my mind!"

Gary hardly dared breathe. He was classically in a wardrobe, in a lady's boudoir, stark naked (and actually with an erection) with the husband come home. Not so much a Whitehall farce as a very serious situation. Through the crack between doors - at least it was a run of fitted wardrobes, which gave him a bit of room - he saw Tom tearing off his suit, shirt and springing out of his boxers. It was not so much Tom who sprang as his cock in fact!

Gary had not often seen another man's erection in the flesh, so to speak, before and certainly not so close. It was a very respectable size and put his stumpy little thing to shame. He could not imagine what Tom would think if he discovered Gary and saw his pathetic erection; could not imagine how he would understand why his wife was having sex with Gary - an apology for a man. He might notice the girth - but probably not - and it was just a bit unlikely they would have a wanking contest to see who could spunk the most. Gary knew that what his cock did produce, when he came, would impress another man even if his cock did not. He was capable there -- impressive even!

"I was driving along but my cock wouldn't go down thinking about you so I came back. It's got to be quick. I've really got to get to work. Zoe, down on all fours."

"Oh, no, Tommy not my bottom again. Please. No. Proper fucking."

"Yeah, yeah that's what I meant." There was a pause. "Ooh yes, that's what I need. Fuck you are wet, Zoe, this is just so good. I love you."

"I love you, Tom. Fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fill me, make me a baby."

Through the crack in the door Gary could see them 'at it,' could see Tom banging against Zoe's bottom and moreover could hear the slap of his balls against her. He could not help it; his hand stole to his cock. This was Peeping-Tommery at its best! He had rarely watched intercourse in the flesh before -- just that one time in the countryside. It was good.

"Fuck, I'm coming Zoe. Wow - oh here I come!"

There was some rapid movement against Zoe's bottom, a faster slapping sound than before and some inarticulate noises. Gary's hand moved a little faster too. How odd the sight and sounds of human intercourse - but oddly exciting as well (to another human!)

"I've got to go, Zoe dear." Tom pulled out; his cock still erect and fully revealing what he had just been doing. Again, another first for Gary. It really did put his own cock to shame. Standing proud, its streamlined helmet shining wetly, the prominent ridge running up from his hairy balls clearly visible. It had not started its descent into flaccidity,

There was the sound of boxers, shirt, trousers and shoes being pulled on, a jacket grabbed and footsteps on the stairs.

"Bye Zoe, love you."

Footsteps on the stairs, the front door slammed and Gary opened the wardrobe door and stepped out. There was Zoe, still as Tom had left her, kneeling on the bed with her bottom high in the air. The sight erotic and inviting.

Gary had not cowered in the wardrobe terrified of discovery. He had thought discovery unlikely and instead had taken the opportunity of watching and wanking. He was at a peak of sexual excitement and simply hopped onto the bed, grasped Zoe's hips and slid himself full length up into her, a position occupied by Tom not two minutes before. She was relaxed and well lubricated - actually by both types of sexual fluid making everything really, really slippery and so Gary did not have to push too hard -- his penis just slid. Outside the car started as he began to thrust with his hands firmly grasping Zoe's hips.

"Fuck, Gary, you don't waste any time and fuck, Gary, I can feel how much thicker you are than Tom! But you could have waited until my husband had left the premises!"

"Job to do, seemed best to get started."

Gary had wanted to fuck Zoe from behind, had planned to ask her:"Can I take you from behind?" that very day. But he had not had to ask and explain that it allowed for deeper penetration and therefore was better for making babies. Instead she had been presented like that; all ready for doggy style intercourse. Well, more than ready -- she had just had intercourse with her husband after all!

Lovely to push against her bottom cheeks, lovely to reach under and hold her breasts; lovely to be able to do what he was doing having been a mere observer just moments before -- as smooth a change from wanking to the real thing as there ever could be.

The sucking, slurping noises coming from the action of their two sexual organs joined was loud but not loud enough to drown out the sound of Tom's car reversing down the driveway.

"This is so lovely Zoe and, yes, I'm coming, I'm really coming already - just like Tom." It was deliberate on Gary's part; very deliberate.

Outside the car moved off, gaining speed and before Tom had reached third gear, another man, Gary Roldern his next door retired neighbour, was ejaculating strongly within his wife, spurting wads of fertile cum towards her cervix to join Tom's own more modest efforts - semen he had sent there not three minutes before!

The sploshing, slurping, sucking noise was loud as Gary pumped and Zoe's vagina filled. Each spurt a delicious pleasure for Gary. So wonderful to be having intercourse with Zoe for real -- and you did not get more real with what he was actually seeking to achieve!

"Wow-eee" breathed Gary as the seventh pulse left his penis. He slowed and eased to a halt, giving Zoe's breasts a last squeeze -- his job done. "There you are, Zoe, you are done for the day."

Zoe slumped forward onto folded arms with Gary still embedded. The connection between man and woman maintained. "Where's Zara?"

"Couldn't come today."

"Just as well. I'm not sure she could have kept quiet in the wardrobe with you."

"Best left out with you. You could have blagged that. Explained Zara and you are having a bit of fun together, no, not an affair - just sex. You could have asked her to show Tom her little girl bits. That would have focused his mind away from the wardrobe! Suggested Zara joins you both in bed. I think you would have got away with that though I think Tom would have been very late for work after he had taken care to really examine her girly bits!"

"Phssh! I suppose so. Tom certainly has eyes for Zara but I suppose men do. You're the lucky one though. What she's let you do! I wonder if I'm pregnant?"

"I don't know. Best to keep going for the week to make quite sure."

"Best for you; you mean."

"You told me to enjoy your body Zoe. I am certainly doing just that! And it really is lovely too. But I do hope you get pregnant, Zoe. Shall I unbung you now - I think it will be a bit like that."

And it was. Gary pulled and whilst the noise was not like a cork coming out of a bottle the result certainly was. Zoe gushed. Her hand came under to hold it in and she slumped fully forward on the bed.

"Don't worry Zoe, plenty is still in you. Now you have a bit of a nap."

Gary kissed Zoe in the middle of her back, pulled up a sheet and left her -- fully fucked.

His clothes were still where he had left them in the middle of the lounge floor. It had been lucky Tom had not gone in there and found them!

Gary walked back home down the garden path -- a merry naked gardener heading for his breakfast after planting some seed. It had all been a bit rushed but, crikey, to have fucked Zoe so soon after Tom left was quite something. The only thing that would have been even better, or even madder, would have been to have fucked her whilst Tom was still in the house. He imagined on the Saturday coming being in the house and creeping into Zoe's bedroom just after Tom had gone to the bathroom for a shower post fucking; perhaps even being in the en-suite talking to Zoe as he showered. Gary imagined himself creeping into the bedroom, seeing Zoe's horrified look and shaking of the head as she kept up a conversation with Tom; Gary pulling her legs apart and fucking her whilst Tom and she talked. Perhaps he would make her come. Gary imagined just as he climaxed so did she. Tom catching her inarticulate noises. "What are you doing, Zoe?" A gasping, "Oh, I was just bringing myself off; you hadn't quite got me there." Gary's penis filling her as she spoke. Gary making a strategic and quick exit. A departure just in time as he imagined Tom coming out of the shower and seeing his wife spread-eagled on the bed, creamy cum simply pouring from her sex and asking, "Did I do that?"

Well, no actually!

Gary stepped into his house to make breakfast. Day 2 of his week of intercourse with Zoe. He was enjoying it! It would be nice if there were further weeks but he had the feeling there would not be any more. He had a feeling that he had just made Zoe pregnant. Funny really; had Tom not come home then he, Gary, would have come very enjoyably over Zoe's bottom, probably some of his cum would even have touched her anus - where Tom had been the night before - and some might have run a little further down to her vagina and crept in. So Zoe might have got pregnant anyway but most likely not.

Tom coming home, though, so unexpectedly had caused Zoe and Gary to have sexual intercourse so Tom's actions were actually very, very contributory to the baby's existence. Gary smiled. It really was a joint effort with Tom! Zoe would like that idea.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 10



Chapter 10 -- Disappointment for Gary

There was a knock at the door. It was Zoe.

"Gary."

"Coffee?"

"I'm not here for sex."

"I did say coffee, I think."

"Oh, sorry, yes please."

"Come in then, you don't usually use the front door."

"I didn't come around for sex."

"Ah. Back door, front door."

"Has another meaning really but, Gary, Tom's going away on business for three nights."

For a moment Gary thought Zoe was going to suggest they take the opportunity to sleep together for three nights, he could pump a lot of baby making material into Zoe in that time -- perhaps twice or more a day. They could do all sorts of things - but no such luck.

"It means he won't be making love to me."

"No, I suppose not if he's away. He could telephone."

"Mmm, maybe but no semen, so you can't either, and we are trying to get me to conceive."

"We could just do it anyway. Let's look at the real objective here. It is getting you pregnant. You won't know which time made you pregnant so it could as easily have been one when I came in you straight after Tom."

"All very sensible Gary; but no. Look Tom is here tonight and then goes off very early tomorrow morning so could we do it again tonight after..."

"After Tom has gone to sleep?"

"Yes and after he has... you know."

"Yes, I've seen you both doing that."

"Oh yes, that wasn't meant to happen."

"Presumably not in your bed as I might wake Tom up."

"You probably wouldn't actually. Almost tempting. Tom in the bed where I got pregnant - but no, definitely no. Perhaps downstairs?"

"My bed?"

"No. I've said no before and what if I fell asleep and Tom woke up without me - assuming he noticed! I know let's, yes, it'd be funny, let's meet and copulate in your shed. Yeah, why not?"

"OK. Yes, right. I told you anything goes in my shed. What time?"

"Probably 11 ish. Tom'll want an early night."

"I'll be there."

Gary was there. Of course it was not a summer's day so he was not sitting there naked with sweat dripping down his sides. October is quite cold so he had pyjamas, woolly socks, slippers and a dressing gown on. He had also taken the precaution of heating the shed. An old paraffin stove, probably as old as he was, burnt in the corner filling the shed with paraffin smelling warmth. It was quite cosy actually, the stove counteracting the chilly air leaking in through the wooden walls.

As usual in his shed he was smiling to himself. He had a real assignation. His next door neighbour - hopefully not Tom, or old Mrs Horrocks from the other side - was going to waft in probably in nightie and dressing gown and have sexual intercourse with him. Perhaps it would be on his lap as he sat in his chair - that would perhaps be easiest; perhaps standing up or with Zoe sitting on the table whilst he entered between her legs; or it could be how they had done it before - not quite to ejaculation but it had been a near run thing. Of course Zoe did not see that as intercourse -- but she was wrong. Whichever way, he suspected she would want it quick so she could get back safely to Tom. Gary was thinking slow!

Gary had brought a couple of candles, more to read than see Zoe by. He settled down with his newspaper. He was well into it when the door opened and in popped Zoe.

"Gosh, you've certainly got it snug in here! Snug but a bit paraffin. Sorry for the delay but Tom was being very nice and there was a lot of foreplay - as they say. It's funny telling your neighbour about your bedroom secrets. Well, unless you've got some cocoa ready on a primus we'd better do the job. Sorry I'm a bit drippy from the walk."

"What sort of foreplay?"

"Oh Gary, you don't need to know. Tom likes a lot of oral sex."

"Don't we all!"

"You men certainly have a real thing about sticking your cocks in girls' mouths."

"Well, you like it."

"Yes, I like sucking Tom's cock, I like it very much."

"Did he come in the right place?"

"Just!"

"So ready for more intercourse?"

"I like to see it as the same not more - continuing intercourse. It certainly was yesterday! I liked that. Thank you. I hope that was the one that makes me pregnant. You and Tom almost together. Come on let's do it."

Zoe's hand reached within Gary's dressing gown and took hold of his penis. "Hmmm Gary, not often I find it like that. More cock sucking I suppose." A mock sight as she pulled it out of the pyjama fly, through the dressing gown's sides and out into the open.

Lovely for Gary to have Zoe kneel and take his whole limp cock into her mouth. It was not, of course, limp for long. Lovely for him to feel it grow as she worked. Presumably nice for her too to have a second cock of the evening to suck.

Lovely too to undo Zoe's dressing gown and find her naked beneath, lovely to be able to let his hands roam freely, lovely to lift her and seat her on his table, lovely to see by candlelight Zoe open her thighs to admit him and just to sink his penis as easy as anything into her warm, wet sex and move rhythmically. Such an easy act, such a friendly act, almost casual but with a very real purpose.

Had it been a hot summer's night they could have gone outside and walked around a bit joining freely and then coming apart for a little while before starting up again in a different place. Fun to roll together on the lawn, fun to take Zoe from behind, fun even to connect in the loke! But it was cold outside and much better to join together in the warm.

"Have you come, might you come?"

"No, but, Gary, it feels really nice being plugged by you, thick and stiff! Go on, see what you can do."

And Gary did. He worked on Zoe playing with her breasts, sneaking fingers down between the two of them and doing all he could to bring his chubby little neighbour to climax. It was almost romantic when she clasped him tightly to her and moaned into his chest. Intercourse by candlelight in the intimacy and warm fug of a garden shed.

She was breathing hard, "Fuck Gary that was good. You and Tom make a great team. One or other makes me come. Go on, fill me up now, do your thing. Your own special thing."

Lovely to feel her fingers taking hold of his balls and stroking them.

Gary thrust. Even more pleasure gained by the knowledge this was not just an orgasm, not just an ejaculation but one with the purpose of inseminating Zoe - making her pregnant. Thrust, thrust, thrust, squelch, squelch, squelch and then an "Urgh, aaah!" from him. Spurt after spurt of fertile semen leaving Gary with some force and shooting up into Zoe where he could not physically reach. Lovely, naughty sex -- such a fun little liaison.

They stayed joined and clasped to each other for some minutes.

"Perhaps that's done the trick - it felt like it should have!"

"It was rather nice, Zoe."

"What would anyone have thought looking through the window?"

"I am pleased we did that in my shed. Are you sure you wouldn't like to come here again tomorrow?"

"I'd love to, Gary, but no. I am happy with my rules. Joint intercourse - you and Tom. Are you going to come out of me. It's not really your place to be you know!"

"I like it in here. All warm, wet and cosy!"

"Quite. But I need to go to bed. Go on pull out. Make a funny noise!"

And he did!

The door opened and closed and Gary was alone again. He picked up his newspaper. He was in no particular hurry for bed.

It was disappointing for Gary to have three nights off. He had been expecting a whole week of intercourse and almost fifty percent was suddenly taken away. 

It seemed such a loss of opportunity of trying to make her pregnant. Perhaps she already was but he wanted to make sure. He was keen to get as much of his stuff in her as often as he could. It was not really being selfish. He did want to make her pregnant; he knew she enjoyed the feel of his thick cock inside her and she did orgasm; but of course he very much enjoyed it all too!

Standing at his window the next morning looking at the empty driveway next door, he sighed. Tom was going to be away for a whole three days -- three days without sex -- unless he chose to wank in his shed but it seemed so second best after fucking Zoe there the night before. He would rather save himself. He had certainly been erect in his garden the day before a couple of times but had not let his thoughts or Zoe's voice calling the cat take him any further. He would have been quite happy to curl up naked on Zoe's lap like the cat, Marmalade. and been petted! Been groomed and fussed over and, unlike the cat, had Zoe's fingers skilfully giving him a wonderful handjob. Gary's thoughts wandered happily as he stared out of the window clad in nothing at all looking at the empty driveway. His stumpy little erection rising at his thoughts and his foreskin rolling down all by itself -- ready for action. But alas there was to be no Zoe that day.

Gary was standing in just the same place, just as naked and just as erect the next day thinking about Zoe and looking at the empty driveway.

"Well I see you are all ready for Zoe."

Gary jumped at the voice, turned and stood, almost embarrassed. Zara from down the road had obviously come in through his back gate, up the garden, into the unlocked house and up the stairs without him hearing her. She was in his bedroom doorway dressed in blue denim short skirt, tee shirt, sandals and probably not a lot else. She was certainly not wearing a bra, the accurate moulding of her tee shirt around her breasts showed that clearly enough and that alone did nothing to ease Gary's erection. Of course to have an eighteen year old leggy teen in your bedroom happily commenting on your erection was the sort of exhibitionist fantasy which would send most fifty-seven year men into premature ejaculation. A maintained erection was possibly a compliment to the young girl but an unusual greeting.

"She was in my mind."

"Um, I can see that.

"You're back."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Family matters. Has Zoe been OK without..."

"She's missed you."

"Where's Tom's car. Has he already gone? Should we be going round?"

"Tom's away. Away today, tomorrow and Thursday. Back Friday. So no helping Zoe until then. We are not needed."

"Oh, so have you since...?"

"Yes, twice -- so doing OK really." And Gary told Zara about the sudden return of Tom, the hiding in the wardrobe and how he had jumped Zoe the moment Tom was out of the door. She found it very funny.

"Wish I could have watched. It's nice helping. And the second?"

"Last night, late last night in my shed."

"No, not really?"

And Gary had to tell Zara all about that as well. The memory was fresh and interesting.

Gary moved across the room his erection pointing, "Can I make you something -- tea, coffee, breakfast?"

"So Zoe doesn't need you today?"

"No."

"Doesn't need your semen?"

"Well, no."

"Mr Roldern, could we do things instead... like, like we did before?"

It was hardly likely Gary was going to say 'no' and he nodded his assent.

"Could I have my panties back? It feels funny without them."

"You mean you haven't been wearing any?"

"No, of course I have. I've lots of pairs but I didn't bother today because I had a pair here. It felt funny walking over here without..."

"You mean you're not wearing panties under that?" It was a quite short denim skirt.

"You can feel and check if you like, Mr Roldern, or would you like to look? I'll do what you say."

Gary swallowed, not only did he have a pretty teen in his bedroom but she was inviting him either to feel up her skirt or look right up her long legs all the way to the join -- from below. And what a lovely phrase to hear, 'I'll do what you say.' Amazing to think he could just tip her back on the bed and look up her skirt and she would not demur.

"Perhaps a cup of tea first. I shall make my inspection later! I haven't even shaved yet."

"Perhaps you'd like to shave me too."

"Hardly, your skin is as... oh, I see..." Zara had hit one of his fantasies right on the nail -- she was good at that.

"If you want, I mean you look nice with er, um hair, there; summer's over or nearly so..."

Gary did not mean she needed the hair to keep warm: more that she would not now be wearing a bikini. The image of Zara running around a beach in a skimpy bikini was most attractive.

A cup of tea -- or mugs rather -- in the kitchen sitting on the stools. Even knowing he was soon going to see her without the skirt did not stop Gary's eyes dropping to see if he could actually see between her legs but Zara kept her knees demurely together. Clearly her mother had taught her how to sit in a skirt. They chatted for a time.

"Well I'd better go and shave."

"Can I watch?"

And Gary had found himself shaving, with Zara sitting on the edge of the bath watching, seemingly interested in the whole process of washing the face, lathering up, pulling the skin taut and scraping the sharp steel blades across the skin. Smooth, slightly pink and freshly rinsed Gary smoothed on the shaving balm and turned to Zara

"You are going to shave me next, Mr Roldern, aren't you?" Her hand came up and her fingers very lightly brushed his erection.

"Yes, if you want me too. Come on we'd better do it with you lying down on the bed. But first I had better check for panties. It's not that I don't believe you but I'd just like to check..." Of course he would. The sexual thrill of touching Zara's left knee and letting his hand slowly slide up her thigh was quite 'something else.' An erotic dream for most middle aged men but he was actually doing it, not just looking, not just thinking but actually doing! He did not hurry and the look on Zara's face was a picture; she was biting her lip with her eyes unfocused clearly concentrating on the feel of a man's hand slipping up her leg.

He was almost there, almost where he would feel material if Zara had been wearing anything; warm soft material, no doubt, but not as soft or as hot as he actually felt -- or as wet. His fingers touched wet softness -- lovely. There was nothing there, not even a G string. Just as Zara had said she was unprotected under her short denim skirt, just a slight dip of his hips and Gary could have his cock at her entrance and pushing to gain ingress. The desire was certainly strong but Gary doubted, virgin as she was and given his girth, he would have any chance of success. Not that he was going to do that. It was not time.

Gary played for a few moments, touching feeling and stroking, before picking up a towel and leading Zara by the hand back into his bedroom. He spread the towel and had Zara lie on it before reaching to undo her skirt. It was so pleasing to unzip and pull down the teen's denim skirt himself and bring her sex nicely into view. Almost nicer was gently easing her legs apart. As he recalled, there was as yet very little growth around her labia, just a few fine fair hairs. Even on her mons the growth was not yet thick; just fine fair hairs spread out neatly and straight either side of her lovely little divide. His work was only really needed across her mons veneris; his fingers stroked the fine hair and felt the soft mound.

"Are you sure you really want me to shave you. This is lovely as it is."

Lovely in its entirety. The little pink fleshy clitoral hood, the little button itself not quite standing yet, the tiny pee hole and, below her little virginal entrance. He was tempted to put his finger in; he had done it before and would later no doubt. Amazing to think that there was this entrance to her body which could take all six or more inches of a man's penis and perhaps, with a bit of practice, could take his own stubby thick member. He would like to be present at the first attempt, watch Zara's future boyfriend doing 'the job.' Would there be pain and blood or was that all Victorian defloration erotica? Gary was amused to find he had enjoyed watching Tom with Zoe; it had been a side of him he had not really known about.

He got a bowl and his shaving equipment. With a flannel he carefully bathed her pubis. Zara looked so pretty lying back on the bed, so trusting as he prepared to apply sharp blades to her -- she was simply so sexually desirable. Gary really wanted to wank at what he was seeing and it occurred to him how erotic it would be to come on Zara, just pour the cum from his cock all over her mons and use that as shaving foam! He could imagine a porn film. The naked girl reclining, the big breasted female hairdresser bringing in a naked man - or two, already erect and carefully prepared, with their hands tied behind their backs and, she, with an efficient handjob producing the shaving foam before massaging it into the pubic hair to begin her work. Would she need a second squeeze from the other man or would his erection be saved for later in the film? How many male actors in the film -- it was something perhaps to think about later in his shed though, it did make him wonder why he was fantasising when the real thing was right there before him!

Instead Gary applied a more normal shaving cream but certainly massaged it in. He thought it important really to bring up a good lather. Zara did not seem to mind at all. She certainly wriggled and moaned quite a bit!

Gary set to with the razor. As with his own face he was careful to draw the soft skin taut. He worked steadily and methodically until Zara was completely hairless -- there. She looked even more the schoolgirl, the young schoolgirl at that, without any furry covering to her mons. Extremely naughty, or worse, but he did know Zara was really eighteen, indeed nineteen in not too many months. Gary applied the wet flannel again before patting her dry; lastly he reached for the shaving balm; a squeeze and a big dollop landed on Zara's mons. It was so much better rubbing it into Zara's fleshy, soft mound than his own face. He was careful to smooth it along her labia as well. The warm feeling soon came to Zara.

"Mr Roldern, that's the stuff you put on my bottom the other day! You be careful where you put it."

And of course he was! A finger on her anus.

"Mr Roldern, you are doing it again!"

And a whole dollop on her little button.

"Oh fuck, not there. That's too much..."

The wriggling was even more pronounced. Zara grabbed the tube and squirted far too much right on Gary's cock and furiously massaged it in particularly to the head and all over his balls.

"See how you like that!"

But Gary did. He had done it himself before. A stimulating warm sensation all over his genitalia

"I want to fuck," said Zara, "Please Mr Roldern, please fuck me!"

"Zara we can't."

She was pulling her tee shirt off, showing her little conical breasts with her nipples standing hard. A girl in real heat, a girl very much wanting to fuck!

"Can I rub myself on your cock then, please!"

Gary lay on the bed, his stumpy erection standing a little above his body and in a moment Zara was on top of him, thighs spread and rubbing her wet little snatch up and down his hardness with enthusiasm; her clit and everything rubbing directly on his penis. Gary had not so much brushed his cock against her labia before but now the genitalia were furiously rubbing against each other. Gary's hands went, of course, to her breasts. Such lovely little young breasts not yet filled out; a delight to hold and play; a pleasure to feel the hard nipples in his palms and then to tug and squeeze.

Zara was completely beside herself with excitement; Gary thought orgasm would not be long delayed; her rubbing furious, even desperate and then he realised, all of a sudden, she was trying to force him into her. She had his knob directly on her entrance, pointing right at or rather into it and was pushing down hard trying to force the stubby thing into her.

"No Zara, no!"

But she could not do it. Despite the impressive wetness of her sex, despite the recent application of shaving balm, despite the sexual excitement of both parties -- all designed to assist the proper joining of male and female genitalia and achieve coition -- it was not happening.




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 10



"Mr Roldern, please push, please push your cock into me, please, please..."

"Zara, no, we mustn't and it's not going to go in; too thick for you." He pulled himself away but let Zara continue to rub herself against him.

"Oh, Oh, Mr Roldern..." Zara came.

Lovely to see, Zara all shivering and ecstatic; her eyes screwed shut and her mouth open; it was almost enough -- with the delicious slippery sliding to boot -- to make Gary come. Her movement slowed and she sat astride him right on his penis. The closest they could come to sexual intercourse without it being sexual intercourse. Gary had an eighteen year old virgin sitting on his erection.

"Shall I make you come now, Mr Roldern? That was nice, really nice."

What a proper request from a young girl to an older man, thought Gary. Actually somewhat inappropriate really.

It was fantastic; there she was completely naked, sitting astride and facing him, lovely conical breasts all pointing and his cock head poking out all swollen from under her shaved slit. Gary's knob was glistening with her wetness. Zara lifted herself up and looked down at Gary's penis.

"Have I done that, you haven't come have you?"

Gary's penis and the hair beneath it was soaked.

Her fingers went to it, "I have made it all slippery haven't I?" Her fingers kneaded his balls and moved his foreskin. "I'd like to suck you Mr Roldern but I do so like seeing you cum. I'll do that another day, please." She settled herself down on his cock again, her sex riding on the ridge of his penis. She moved slowly, his knob alternately appearing and disappearing, pushing apart the edges of her slit as she moved backwards.

Gary just laid back and let it happen, just watched as if he was seeing some porn film -- though there would be a much longer penile ridge for Zara to ride on in that with a proper actor! It was good -- very good.

"Faster now, Zara!"

It had happened, Gary could feel his scrotum tightening and the whole ejaculation process beginning and then, as the jargon goes, his penis 'erupted.' Streams of semen left his cock, pulse after pulse pouring up his tummy and chest as he gasped his pleasure, completely helpless at the hands -- or rather sex -- of the sliding young girl.

"Mr Roldern! Wow. Do I like seeing you doing that? It's so sexy! It makes me all tingly inside. I could feel it, feel your stuff coming up as a sort of vibration. What does Zoe feel when all that shoots up inside? One day, I want to do that, please?"

Gary lay on his bed with Zara still sitting atop him. What would her parents think! Her fingers stroking his chest and tummy, playing with his semen, all sticky between her fingers. 

"Zoe says men don't normally produce this much stuff. It'll be a bit of a let down."

"Volume of cum isn't everything you know. Size matters too!"

"Are penises very different?"

"I haven't seen many, of course, but yes. Like faces, noses, hands they all vary."

"Nice to compare -- all in a row."

They talked for a time, Zara seemingly liking the idea of the penises all lined up, preferably erect, and then Gary suggested a shower to clean up. Even fresh from coming it was good being in the shower with Zara. She even wanted her hair washing and knelt down to make it easier for him to shampoo her hair. His hands squeezed the shampoo bottle as he felt warm lips close around his cock. The whole time he massaged her hair and shampooed it, Zara had his cock in her mouth gently sucking and caressing. Even soft and recently spent it was so nice for Gary.

Gary had been very happy with Zara's visit but she did not come around the next morning though he had rather been hoping she might but he perked up considerably when Zoe appeared a day early - but it was not to be fucked rather to explain,

"I think tomorrow will actually be our last day. That's my fertile period nearly done. You can't really come around Saturday morning as Tom won't be going to work. A bit difficult with him in the house! Tom's coming in late tonight so I think I can discourage him until the morning so could you pop around then and... you know."

"Go on say it Zoe, I like to hear you say it."

"Gary! Oh all right then. Please Mr Roldern will you come around Friday morning and fuck me and make me pregnant?"

"I should be delighted."

"Thank you."

"And would you and Tom like to come round for dinner Saturday evening. Sort of celebration really but well I thought it would be nice anyway."

"We too would be delighted."



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 11



Chapter 11 -- Three in a bed 

Thursday saw Gary up and about but there was neither sight nor sound of Zara and he knew there was no point going around to see Zoe to 'help her out' as Tom was not yet back. 

It was perhaps only fair to give his hard working penis a break; though, as he stood in the shower and thought about the day before when Zara had been in there with him, it seemed that the old 'John Thomas' had a different perspective and no interest in a rest day at all. Gary did not succumb to the temptation and retained his semen. A good morning's golf was a fair alternative. Probably for many men -- strangely -- a better alternative altogether!

Gary watched from his window Friday morning. Tom was now back and his car was in the driveway. It was a funny thing to be doing, waiting for your neighbour to drive off so you can go around and fuck his wife. But, Gary reasoned, it probably happened a lot more than one might think: the husband driving off to fuck his secretary and the wife waiting for her neighbour to give her a good time. Sad really; but Gary had been more than sad with his own marriage. Only it was not like that at all next door; he knew Tom and Zoe were very happy together and Zoe did not regard Gary pushing his cock into her as cheating on Tom: she regarded him as backing up Tom, giving him a bit of help in the fertility department. To her this was quite a different matter and Gary was only too ready to help. Zoe was gorgeous, all black hair and roundness. Gary's penis swelled at the thought and it stood up as if trying to look over the window cill and see if Tom had yet gone. Gary was keen to do his good deed.

Two days before he had been surprised by Zara coming into his bedroom but he was ready for her this time and heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Morning Mr Roldern -- ready again I see!"

"Good morning, Zara. Look, there's a mug of tea ready for you over there. Funny to think next door Tom and Zoe are probably at it right now and here we are waiting for them to finish."

Zara stood next to Gary looking out of the window, tea in one hand and the other curling around his cock. "Wish we could watch."

"You'd like that?"

"Mmmm." She pulled back his foreskin as if to ready him. A simply delightful feeling; being readied for intercourse by a young and pretty teen!

A few minutes later and with a bang of the front door and a revving of engine they watched as Tom headed off to work, completely unaware of the actions his departure would set in motion.

Zara led Gary down the stairs and out into his garden. It was very strange being led by a tall, blond teen by his cock -- Zara's hand had not left it; it was decidedly worrying being led by his cock straight out into the loke with hardly a glance to see if it was empty -- Gary could not conceive of the embarrassment let alone the potential for all sorts of gossip at his sudden appearance, naked and erect, being led by an 18 year old girl into Zoe's garden. Yes, any of his male neighbours would have been more than jealous but... Could he silence say Harry Evans, with a '"Wait in my shed, I'll bring Zara back for you in a little while?" Probably not if Melanie was with him!

Down the garden path, in through the french windows and up the stairs -- hopefully Tom had not returned whilst they were coming around from next door. That would be difficult. A very odd meeting on the stairs!

"Hallo Zoe," said Zara bursting into the bedroom, "how are you? You look really good." She bent and kissed Zoe on the cheek. Gary appreciated the sight of the two girls close together particularly with Zoe sitting up in bed showing her big breasts -- her nipples were hard.

"I feel really well, Zara, I've missed you. Hallo Gary, all set as usual I see. You are a man a girl can rely upon!"

To Gary too, Zoe looked really good -- she had that freshly fucked look, he thought! Which meant, of course, that he was going to be fucking her too. His penis felt rock hard at the thought.

"He was like that when I got to him this morning -- just like Wednesday."

"Wednesday?"

"I didn't know he was not coming to see you."

"Oh? And?"

"We had sex."

"Really?"

"Not proper sex, we didn't fuck.... quite."

"Quite?"

"Mr Roldern couldn't get it in."

"Hey, hold on young lady, you couldn't get it in you mean. That was not my idea, remember."

Zoe smiled, "So what is 'not quite fucking' when it's at home?"

"I sat on Mr Roldern's cock and rubbed myself off on it. It was sooo good, Zoe, and then Mr Roldern came and came. I so want to feel it inside me. It must be lovely."

"He's certainly very filling. Yes, it is nice."

Zara pulled her tee shirt off.

"Hey, hold on," said Zoe, "Gary's here for me, remember!"

"I want to be naked with you guys too."

Off came the little denim skirt.

Zoe looked surprised at Zara's baldness, "When did that happen, Zara?" It was obvious what she meant.

"Yesterday. Gary did it."

"Did he now? Well I don't think I want Gary doing that. It would surprise Tom a bit when he came home."

"Tom might like the change", said Gary but he was thinking it would be a shame to lose Zoe's dark curls. He liked them.

"How would I explain that? Not easy to do myself. I could hardly say you were a deft hand with a razor! Sort of, well Tom I felt like a change and Gary was only too happy to bring his equipment around!"

"Well there are places. You could say a nice young man was very gentle with you; you could say how he spread your legs, snipped away at your curls before applying steaming hot wet flannels and then rubbed you energetically with a delightful strawberry scented foam."

"Oh yes, and what did he do then?"

"It's your story, Zoe, what would you like?"

"Gary, we are meant to be getting me pregnant not telling each other masturbatory stories."

"Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Can't you remember -- it was only a few days ago..."

"It's only been a few minutes for you!"

"Yes, aren't I a lucky girl!"

Zoe was sitting up in bed, her knees up and a little apart. She had no need to be modest with her friends, not least when one was about to fuck her.

"Look Zara, you can see what Tom's been doing."

And you could, seeping out from Zara's vagina was Tom's translucent ejaculate.

"What they call a cream pie, in the porn industry."

Zoe shut her thighs, "What a silly term. Who'd want to see that?"

"Rather a lot of men I suspect, you have a very attractive sex, Zoe -- and you too Zara -- and many men would like to see it freshly fucked I'm sure and would like to repeat the job!"

"Well, only you are going to do that -- I hope!"

"Let's see again. There you are Zara -- if you fancy trying a good dollop of Tom's semen, there's your opportunity!"

"Gary, I'm sure she doesn't want..."

"There you are Zara, all fresh and kept nicely warm."

Zara didn't look quite sure but Gary was happy to take her hand and move it to Zoe's sex and actually push a finger into Zoe.

"Gary!" 

And simultaneously.

"Mr Roldern!"

He had been naughty but it was great seeing Zara touch her friend sexually. He brought the now cum covered finger -- and it was really covered - to Zara's mouth and pushed it in. She licked.

Zara appeared to consider and then said in a mock formal voice, "Zoe, your husband's cum tastes just fine to me," and with a sidelong glance at Gary, "like Mr Roldern's."

"How shall we do it today, Zoe?"

"Tom's just fucked me on my back. Would you mind if I was on top?"

"You'll need your hat."

"Hey? Oh yeah. Yes, riding cowgirl!"

Gary got onto the bed and lay down as Zoe manoeuvred herself round, one knee either side of Gary.

Zoe reached for Gary's penis to guide it.

"No Zoe, let Zara do it -- she's had more experience at handling my cock."

Zoe frowned knowing full well it was Gary getting Zara to touch her sex again.

Zara though was only too happy to help, a big grin as she reached over and pulled Gary's cock upright.

"Oh Zoe you are dripping right onto Mr Roldern, it's all slipping out."

"Well, let's push it all back in again!" 

Zara held Gary's cock vertical and Zoe descended pushing it easily up into her already very well lubricated passage. The connection was made squashing Zara's hand between them.

"Would you mind, Zoe, if I got on the bed. This all gets me so worked up."

Lovely watching the young teen getting up onto the bed. For the first time in his life Gary was in bed with two girls. His hand went to Zara: his cock was in Zoe.

"Of course what Gary wants to see is the two of us together but we can easily stop that. Go on Zara, sit on his face so he can't see and we will see who comes first -- you , me or Gary!"

Gary had to let Zara go as she moved and instead his hands went to Zoe's hips. He would have liked to watch but his vision was soon blotted out as Zara placed a knee either side of him and all he could momentarily see was her descending pudenda, the sight of her bald sex,, and then it went dark and he found his nose and mouth intimately connected with the young girl's sex. Hot, wet and simply wonderful. He began to lick and nibble and was rewarded by wriggles. Meanwhile he felt the sensation of a wet vagina rising and falling around his cock. Zoe had started the necessary motion to take his semen from him. At least if Tom came home unexpectedly there was no way he could think Gary was imposing himself on the girls!

"Oh I do like playing with Zara's breasts Gary, her nipples are so pullable! Wait a moment we are just going to deep tongue each other." There was a pause. "When he is gone, Zara, we'll share a bubble bath and then what shall we do? Oh I know, I have a big purple two ended dildo we can try out after we have rubbed oil all over each other's body."

They were teasing him -- Gary was pretty sure -- probably they were not even touching. Certainly the giggling suggested merely teasing - or were they really feeling each other? He could see nothing. His tongue and lips worked; Zoe slipped up and down his cock; did life get any better than this really?

Zoe was going slowly, clearly both relishing the feeling and trying not to let him come too soon. He on the other hand was certainly working at Zara. He might not be able to see but he could certainly feel and whilst his tongue attempted to penetrate the young girl his hands had moved and were now fondling her breasts. As his tongue went rigid within her she began to bounce up and down a little actually fucking his tongue. The two girls were actually going up and down in unison perhaps even holding onto each other for support.

Gary moved his tongue a little distance and began tickling Zara's little nether nipple, rolling it between his lips, tickling its smoothness with his tongue. It was sucking gently on it, just like a nipple that did it -- did the thing. The clamping of the thighs, the gush of wetness, the wriggling all showed what was happening. Gary thought how wonderful it would be for him if Zara's little clit did actually squirted like a nipple or a miniature penis in orgasm. Not a great gush like his own penis but a fine needle like series of squirts into his mouth as she came. A pointless anatomical phenomenon - like nipples on men -- but what fun! But it was not like that.

Zara almost fell off him onto the bed, clearly a bit zapped by her orgasm. Blinking Gary could see how dazed she looked. Zoe, for her part, had not let up on her riding and he was happy to see, as well, her lovely body bouncing up and down on him, her breasts moving as she rode -- up and down, up and down. Gary's hands went to them. So much fuller in his hands than Zara's -- lovely to restrain their movement and feel the nipples hard in the palms of his hands.

"I am going to come, Gary, I am, I am..."

And she did with a long shuddering cry. And that set Gary off. He gritted his teeth and let loose. The cum pouring unseen up into Zoe - hopefully to do its job.

Zara watched intently, had moved herself to really see the connection between her friends.

"Hey Guys, you're not holding it in, it's leaking around the edges."

Gary could see it too. There was too much cum to be contained and it was escaping down the sides of his cock; being forced out as Zoe pushed down upon him again; creamy cum flowing down his cock.

Zoe slowed to a stop and sat on Gary, his cock embedded in her, their joined sexes simply liquid with her lubrication and his cum. Gary could feel a last little flow creeping up his urethra and spilling out. He winced slightly. It had been good, very good.

"I do like seeing you guys do that."

Gary thought what an odd expression that was -- you guys. A modern thing from the Antipodes. When he was young a guy was a bloke, and Zoe was very definitely not one of those!

"Thanks Gary. That was really good -- and, of course, thanks for your semen. It feels like you have rather overdone it again!"

And he had. As Zoe lifted herself upwards the scene of the action and the aftermath came into view. Gary's penis and pubic hair was simply soaked both from Zoe and with his own ejaculate. Zoe's sex was no different -- swollen, red and with creamy semen everywhere with more dripping from it.

"You look a bit fucked, Zoe," giggled Zara.

Zoe flopped down beside her and there they were the three of them lying on the bed. Three bodies tired out with the pleasures of sex. It was not surprising that the next thing the three of them knew was that it was an hour and a half later. They had all simply fallen asleep. What a shock for Tom if he had come home unexpectedly!

Gary awoke from his nap to find he was on Zoe's bed with two naked girls. It is a pleasant thing to awake to. As far as Gary could remember it was not something he had experienced before. Awaking to one woman yes, but two, no!

The two girls were both asleep, and so, sitting up a little, he looked at them. "Fuck," he thought, "I am a lucky man." And he was. There was lovely little chubby Zoe all curled up facing away from him but showing her lovely rounded bottom. Tom, he knew, had actually penetrated her back passage and left his stuff there. What would that be like? Could Gary even get his thing in even with Zara's help. She'd be game he was sure. Happy to massage Zoe's anus with cream or oil until it was supple and slippery. He was less sure Zoe would be happy to do the same with Zara but would it not be lovely seeing the two of them preparing each other. Their lovely feminine fingers at work on their back passages, fingers slipping inside. It would probably be a really nice feeling for them. Perhaps, then, best if the girls did the same to his bottom -- though to what purpose? Certainly there was the porno idea of the girl with the strap on fucking the man. Did people really do that? Would he like it? Certainly if the girls asked him he would not disappoint them. How funny to be the one bent over the bed or on the bed with his bottom up in the air. Would the rubbing of his prostate actually be rather nice?

Gary turned to look at Zara; leggy and sexy as anything, not least with her shaved mons. It made her look even younger than her eighteen years despite her already reasonably sized, albeit conical, breasts. Zara had said she would let him fuck her one day but would she remember or keep to that once she found a boyfriend? Gary doubted it, but it was certainly fun whilst it lasted. Could he really get his cock in her bottom? It would certainly be fun if the three of them worked at oiling up their arses -- and he noted his cock agreed with him as it was already at attention -- perhaps it would be even better if they had an enema first. That had not been his fetish but it probably made anal sex the more attractive. Certainly the idea of rubber tubing tucked between the girls' cheeks was not an unpleasing image. Perhaps the three of them all lying on the bed being slowly filled. Should he introduce a pretty young nurse into his fantasy or a stern matron, "Come on boys and girls, no fussing, you know you need to be squeaky clean for bottom fucking." 

Or did he have Tom there? What would it be like the three of them on the bed with nicely oiled bottoms waiting and one by one Tom introducing himself, first his familiar wife, then young Zoe and lastly Gary. What would that be like? Would it be better than Zoe or Zara with their strap ons or just different? Gary doubted Tom would get to him. It seemed much more likely that sticking himself into young Zara would set him off! And what did Gary do? Did he do the same with the girls -- yes please, of course -- but Tom? Well he'd rather not but what if the girls insisted? Would they be falling over themselves laughing as one or other of the men stuck his cock in the other's bum?

"Nice thoughts, Gary"

"Oh, hallo Zoe, I was just thinking how nice your bottom looked." That was just about true. There was no need to mention the last immediate thought!

Zoe rolled over onto her back, "Well, you are not going in there but I suppose, if you want, we could do it again whilst Zara is asleep."

"I'm not asleep."

"Not sure I could so quickly."

"Oh, I'm sure we could make you. Couldn't we Zara!"

Zara reached and her hand curled around his erection. "I was dreaming about this when you woke me up."

"Really! And what was it doing, Zara." Zoe was asking.

"It was spurting and spurting right inside me as I sat on it and I couldn't get off it, it was stuck inside me and it just kept coming and coming and I was blowing up like a balloon."

"Dreams can be so stupid!"

"And then I started peeing cum. It was pouring out of me in a great creamy stream all over Mr Roldern."

"Very weird, Zara!"

"Do you have funny dreams, Zoe?"

"I expect everyone does. The other night I dreamt you were fucking me. You'd grown a penis. No Gary, it was not a lesbian fantasy, I think, after all you'd grown a great big bushy beard as well. Now what was that about?"

All this was really good for Gary, especially as Zara was happily moving his cock, sliding his foreskin in a masturbatory manner. 

"Let me help you with that." 

And he had both girls' hands on his cock moving it, playing with it, swapping positions so each moved the skin over the head in turn.

"It really is very nice, Gary, your cock." Zoe smiled at him. "Shall we lick it like an ice cream, Zara, he'd like that."

Yes Gary would and did. Quite amazing to see the two girls, one either side of his cock, tongues outstretched and sliding them up the sides until their tongues almost met at the top. Of course it would have been even better if in true porno style their tongues had met at the top and intertwined and the two girls had French kissed but they were very careful not to do that. I was, nonetheless, a lovely tongue bath which just went on and on.

"Oooh," Gary moaned and a little pearl of semen appeared right at the tip of his penis, oozing up from his urethra.

"Oh," said Zara with her tongue nearly on it, "that's for you Zoe."

"No, I've already got lots, you have it."

And the little tongue flicked out and the pearl was gone.

"Mmm, sexy," said Zara. "Are you two going to fuck again now or do we make Mr Roldern come like this?"

"Better fuck again, I suppose, if that is OK with you, Gary?"

"Anytime, Zoe, as you know!" The two of them had almost brought him off.

Zoe lay back and opened her legs in invitation. Gary recalled Zara's earlier comment -- Zoe still looked very fucked!

Gary knelt and then lay on Zoe squashing her breasts. He would like to have kissed her properly -- with tongues -- but that was what lovers did. They were not lovers yet, with an easy thrust of the hips his cock slid home -- apparently it was not only lovers who did that! He began to make the motion of intercourse, sliding his penis up and down Zoe's vagina, a slippery friction to cause the involuntary action -- an involuntary action he would try and hold off for some time! And then he felt Zara right on him; her naked body pressed on top of him; breasts squashed against his back and hips pressed against his bottom. If she had had the strap on then she might have been fucking him! Her hips were pushing, pushing Gary's penis into Zoe as if she was one with him, both fucking Zoe.




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 11



Zoe's hands came up and felt Zara on top of Gary, "Hey, I'm getting really squashed under you both!"

"I just wanted to feel what it was like. Fucking I mean."

"Well don't be too long about it!"

Gary pushed himself upwards with his hands so he was not pushing down on Zoe's chest and made it easier for her to breathe. Behind him he had the lovely feel of the teen's naked skin pushing him as if she had a cock. Her little hand came and cradled his balls. It was then unlikely that Gary would last very long.

"Oh crumbs, here I go."

And Zara speeded up, her thighs banging against his bottom, really pushing him at Zoe as his cock, for the second time that morning, spouted into Zoe. Not as much as the first time that morning but easily as much as most men who had been saving up for a whole week!

"Hey, hey -- I've fucked Zoe!" chortled Zara rolling to the side.

Gary just lay still, feeling the last dribble leaving his cock as it began to subside -- its job done. After a while he kissed Zoe on the lips and rolled off the other side. Three naked and sweaty bodies on the bed.

"Shower and coffee?"

"Mmmm please," said Gary and Zara in unison.

It was not three in a shower, which was a bit disappointing, but Gary was happy to watch the girls showering one after another; female hands soaping all sorts of curvy and interesting bits. It had been a good morning.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 12



Chapter 12 - Sex in the kitchen

Gary was quite a good cook. He had always enjoyed cooking, even when married and the breakup of his marriage had left him very much having to cook for himself. He had not fallen into the trap of ready meals or eating rubbish. With time on his hands he had experimented. Saturday became not so much a gardening as a shopping, preparation and cooking day. Not just a naked gardener but naked cook as well - if the apron was discounted. Gary was very particular about not splashing his genitalia with hot fat or anything else painful!

This particular Saturday he had invited his neighbours, Tom and Zoe, around for dinner. Good neighbours and quite good friends. Indeed, in the case of Zoe, very good friends --as they had been enjoying mutual masturbation sessions for weeks and more recently had moved to full blown intercourse. It was not that they were lovers, really, it was that they both enjoyed a lot of sexual activity and Zoe now wanted to get pregnant. This latter accomplishment was something Tom, her husband, did not appear to be up to. Apparently though, and Zoe had certainly said this on more than one occasion, he was more than adequate in giving Zoe good sex.

Gary was a little surprised at Tom and Zoe being a little late but a certain flush about Zoe's cheeks gave him a hint of the reason and a quick whisper from Zoe had confirmed it. What he had not expected was the reason she gave for having jumped on Tom -- and having your wife jump on you and insist on being fucked was not something many men can resist -- was that she wanted Gary to have one last go at getting her pregnant that month.

"Fuck, Zoe, I can't whilst..."

"Course you can. Make it quick, I've nothing on under this skirt. There'll be opportunity. It'll be a bit quick and mechanical, sorry, but I do need it done."

Gary, still a little stunned from what Zoe was asking, had settled both visitors in his lounge with drinks and had chatted happily with them. It was going to be a pleasant evening but Gary was not quite sure if the prospect of fucking Zoe at some point was an added bonus or actually one hell of a worry! They were talking of holidays.

"Tom -- go and get the photographs of Crete from last year."

Gary swallowed. It was a set up, Zoe could almost have added "but don't hurry as I've got to fuck Gary whilst you get them."

"Are you hard, Gary?" It was so incongruous. They had been chatting about holidays and beaches and suddenly his next door neighbour was asking about his state of sexual excitement with her husband barely out of the room.

"No, I'm not. Where are we going to do this? Tom will be back any moment." They could hear him go out the front door. "I mean, are you wet and ready?"

"Yes, Tom and I were only fucking minutes ago. Get your cock out. I'll go and slip the front door off the latch -- make sure it's closed."

Gary was no more standing when Zoe came back -- even with his cock hanging out of his fly. The circumstance was not conducive to erotic thought.

"Gary -- I never would have thought it. You, of all people. You haven't been wanking in your shed?"

"No, Zoe it's just..."

It was quite incredible really. Gary had his two neighbours around for supper. One moment they were all chatting and sipping drinks: the next, there was chubby little dark haired Zoe in a pretty blouse and possibly her best skirt all of a sudden dropping to her knees, taking his cock in one hand and popping it into her mouth whilst with the other she pushed Gary's hand down her blouse. Zoe had sucked Gary before but not from softness. Feeling her tongue wriggling around his foreskin, trying to push right under it very soon had the right effect. His penis didn't get any bigger but it got very much firmer! 

Looking back it had been one of those experiences you remember forever. All men like their cocks sucked up from flaccidity to hardness but this had the added frisson of danger and unexpectedness coupled with the way Zoe was all dressed up for an evening out. It would have only been better if Gary had been naked. Looking back he tended to add that embellishment when thinking of the events in his shed. But of course thinking back it was possible to add the entrance of Tom and his shock at seeing his wife fellating a naked Gary. A safe fantasy because it was all in the imagination. At the time he had been as worried as anything about Tom!

"You can't get pregnant that way, Zoe."

The penis was removed, "I want you as close to coming as you can be so you just push it in and come. Fill me up with your fertile cum -- lots and lots of it. Perhaps another day we can do something long, slow and enjoyable for you but today this is semen extraction pure and simple. Get those balls and prostate ready, Gary." Her mouth descended and sucked.

Gary's fingers played happily within Zoe's bra -- it was lovely and warm and what he felt was all soft and rounded. The feelings on his cock marvellous. Zoe was fucking him with her mouth, up and down at speed, her mouth watery and smooth. Just the thing to make the sap rise quickly and strongly.

"I think Zoe..."

The doorbell rang.

"Fuck," said Zoe.

"Yep," said Gary, "I'm ready."

"We can't keep Tom waiting. I'll get him, you hide yourself away."

Easier said than done. Gary turned and walked into the kitchen with his cock sticking out of his fly. It was not easy to put away and Gary did not want the risk of the job being incomplete before Tom entered the lounge. Gary shuddered at the thought of Tom seeing him zipping up his fly. He could hardly say, "Sorry, Zoe's just been giving me a blow job. She's very good at that - as you know!"

More chatting, time spent poring over photographs and plenty of time for Gary to lose his excitement -- which meant more time would be needed to work him up again later. Tom and Zoe had clearly had a wonderful time on their holiday. Gary could imagine the sand, sea and no doubt lots of sex -- particular seeing the pictures of Zoe in various bikinis. He wondered if there were some he was not being shown which were without the bikini.

The dinner preparation needed finishing and Gary excused himself. After a time, Zoe came in.

"Need any help, Gary?" she said quite loudly but whispered, "Let's do it." Her hands on his fly and his penis extracted before he could stop her. Her hand working him as he readied the dinner. He was opening the oven, moving plates, picking up saucepans all with his cock out of his fly and his pretty neighbour playing with it.

"I can't he's in the next room." Gary hissed. "Not much more needed, Zoe." He said louder for Tom's benefit.

"Oh good. In the utility room then, quick I'll lie over the washing machine. Just stick it in and do it." 

Gary followed Zoe. He had not meant he was ready to come: more the dinner was nearly ready. At least he was erect.

Imagine seeing that. Your pretty dark haired next door neighbour leaning right over the washing machine, hoisting her skirt up so it left her bottom bare and spreading her legs.

Gary was in her before you could say 'Persil washes whiter.' A worried but nonetheless tumescent Gary. Hard thrusts in Zoe's warm, gooey wetness. Very pleasant but Gary was nervous. Tom was virtually in the next room. It was not so easy to concentrate on the job in hand, not so easy to reach orgasm like that. The object was not pleasure, not the delightful thrusts of intercourse nor the exquisite feel of orgasm: the object was ejaculation and pregnancy. Basically - get the stuff out and into Zoe and hurry back to dinner. Easier said than done when the mind is more worried than aroused.

"Hurry Gary, Tom will wonder where we are."

"And well he might. Sorry Zoe, I'm simply not there yet."

A quick push of her bottom and they were disconnected. A three incher, after all, is not that good a connector when it comes to intercourse.

"OK, we'll try again later. Try to think sexy things. You've got to do it. Imagine me all tied up and gagged or something. Tom has done that and left me like that whilst he goes out for a newspaper and you come in and have your way with me and I can't protest -- which I would!"

Gary tried to keep the image in his mind; tried to stay hard whilst sitting and chatting. It was not easy.

Tom was great fun. His comments over the photographs amusing. Zoe seemed to lose interest and wandered into the kitchen. 

A little later she called, "Another beer, for you both?"

"Please," said the men in unison.

Gary walked out of the dining room into the kitchen and there was Zoe sitting on his kitchen table with her legs spread and skirt raised. Modest? Not. The invitation obvious and it was equally obvious Tom had been at work fairly recently. Gary could see everything. He opened the fridge and pulled out another couple of beers. "No, definitely, no!" he hissed.

Zoe nodded insistently and reached for his fly. In a moment his cock was out - not unusual for him in his own kitchen - and he was in Zoe - very unusual particularly given who was in the next room. Her hand tickling his balls. He had a bottle of beer in each hand.

"Come on big boy, fill little Zoe, make her pregnant." She whispered in his ear. Her tongue swirling wetly in his ear -- sexy as anything.

Gary pushed hard against Zoe's soft spread thighs, his cock inside her -- you could not say 'deeply'.

"Hey Gary, found that beer?"

"Yes, just coming." And he was. His seed was gushing out of his penis, his rock hard penis, and pouring into Tom's wife. Zoe was watching his face with an amused smile. The feeling lovely as he pumped but what if Tom walked in on them?

Gary nodded; he had done the deed, and pulled himself from her.

As calm as anything Zoe stood, smoothed her skirt, took the bottles from Gary and walked out of the kitchen carrying Tom and Gary's beer and not giving any indication that five seconds before Gary's cock had been in her vagina, filling it up with his creamy fluid or that she had just left Gary in the kitchen leaning back against the worktop gasping with his erection sticking out of his fly and still dribbling cum. 

Gary pulled himself together and re-entered the dining room. Tom was seated with his beer and Zoe still standing. He could actually see his cum trickling down Zoe's legs below her skirt.

"Perhaps we should sit down," he said.

You've spilt some white sauce down your front," said Tom matter of factly.

Gary looked and indeed by his fly was some white stuff. It was most definitely not white sauce. "Oh, thanks, back in a moment." A hasty retreat. Not surprisingly he did not like to tell Tom it was not what he thought but probably was Tom's own semen leaked from Zoe whilst he was fucking her a moment ago. Not really the thing to tell your guest.

There was laughter from the dining room. Probably Tom or even Zoe suggesting it actually looked like cum! It did: because it was!

At the end of the evening Zoe actually kissed him good night on the lips, "Thanks for everything. Wonderful dinner."

Tom was in great spirits and seemed to have enjoyed himself, "You make the most perfect white sauce, Gary, so smooth, really delicious. You must show Zoe how you do that."

"I'd be delighted. Pop around any time, Zoe."

Her face had been a picture.

Gary lent back against the closed front door. He had enjoyed better intercourse with Zoe but that had been decidedly the riskiest. Would Zoe need more help, would she be round for more, 'white sauce' indeed, or was she already pregnant and that would be the end of that? It had been fun whilst it lasted. Gary could not complain.

Nothing from Zoe the next day; but that was not unexpected and Gary resigned himself to a quieter life for a time. Hopefully, next door, certain cells were busy dividing even if Gary rather hoped that would not happen for another month or two. If Zoe was not pregnant in about three weeks' time then he would be back visiting her bedroom in the early morning bringing the product of his balls for her. Gary was as happy as anything with the delivery procedure whether or not 'nurse' Zara assisted. Nice to have her hand controlling his entry; nice to have her firm hand on his bottom helping him keep up a good rhythm; nice to have her comment on the success of the penetration and ejaculation. He rather liked assisted intercourse.

It was also very nice a few evenings later, just as it was getting dark, for the doorbell to ring and Gary found Zara on his doorstep. "Come in, come in!"

Zara was in talkative mood. Her 'A levels' a success, her chosen university in prospect and her future plans shaping up nicely. Gary was delighted for her and his congratulations were warm. Nice to have her sitting in his lounge chatting about herself. Zara was a lovely girl and he very much enjoyed her company but, also, how many fifty-eight year olds in such a situation could also claim to know exactly what was under the girl's tee shirt and jeans, indeed know in very intimate detail?

"It feels so strange sitting and talking to you, Mr Roldern, with clothes on."

Gary had thought it very pleasant but was certainly not going to object if Zoe wished to slip her clothes off. Indeed if she wanted help he was more than happy to lend a hand! Gary got up and drew the curtains and switched on the light. "Be my guest, if you would be more comfortable."

It was fantastic; she just got up and pulled her tee shirt up over her head, her yellow tee shirt. For a moment her head was hidden but not her tummy or her white bra holding her dear little conical breasts. Zara smiled at him and reached behind and the bra fell forward and there she was in jeans and nothing else -- sexy as anything. Her breasts as conical and her areolae deliciously puffy at their tops. Gary was pretty sure he would be sucking those later.

"Better?"

"Would you like to spank me again, Mr Roldern? I know men have a thing about that. Zoe says Tom really has a big thing about spanking and she says he wants to spank me. Should I let him as a birthday present or something? Do you think he'll want to fuck my bottom as well -- should I let him? Should Zoe be there too?"

Was she teasing him with erotic ideas?

"Well I don't know what Tom really thinks -- but I expect he'd love that; he'd love, I'm sure, to fuck you properly and be sucked off as well! It'd be a busy birthday -- perhaps make it a week. But would I like to spank your behind -- of course I would, not that you've been bad but it is just so... spankable."

Bare breasted, bare backed, Zara just draped herself over Gary's knees, the tight fitting denim taut over her buttocks. A fantastic invitation. One, two, three slaps -- not too hard, but enough to make a sound. Lovely to run a hand over the denim; lovely to both slap and caress Zara's behind; lovely to know the next task would be to bring the bottom out into the open; have it all their in full view and to chastise it.

A hand on the brass button, a slow hand on the brass zipper of the jeans and down they came ready for another smack but this time on the panty clad buttocks. Unrestrained by the denim there was a pleasing wobble -- and an even more pleasing one when the panties too came down and the hand descended again.

Trousers down, panties down, socks and trainers off; Gary had a naked girl in his lounge, a young girl looking very young with her shaved mons and merely budding breasts. Zara's height did more gave away her age and Gary knew she was eighteen. Old enough to fuck of course - not that they were going to; Gary really was worried he might hurt her taking her virginity however attractive the idea of being the first and being the one to break through her hymen was to him. He might be short in the manly department but he was very thick; what was needed instead was a slenderer penis and not his battering ram. Gary imagined himself lining up a line of hopeful young men and choosing one for Zara; not a choice on looks but a suitability of penis. Boys made to wank themselves to attention whilst Zara and he walked down the line inspecting. She would like that; she had said as much before; having cocks (plural) to play with. The idea was not to play with them but to choose one for intercourse but that did not mean the others could not be made to come for her -- later.

It would be good to see Zara deflowered; to watch secretly -- or openly -- and see the big event. Unlikely though; he was sure it would happen whilst Zara was away at Uni.. Perhaps though she might bring the new boyfriend home and let him watch an example of their intercourse from the safety of her wardrobe and then be permitted to come out when he had gone and doing the same himself; Gary liked the idea of Zara commenting favourably on how his penis felt inside her compared to the lad and how much more he came than the boyfriend did, literally washing the lad's semen from Zara with his own!

"I'd better get you a drink." It was very pleasant indeed to be in his kitchen with a naked girl. Lovely to see her hopped up on a worktop with her little slit so prominent without its covering of hair; her pretty face all happy and those gorgeous little conical breasts with their puffy nipples standing. A little reversal of what had happened on summer days when it had been him who had been naked and not (at first) Zoe and Zara.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, Mr Roldern, I can't see if you have an erection."

"That is the advantage of trousers, you cannot see how many men your have caused to have erections."

"Do they? Just by me walking by?"

"Certainly like that they would and not a few when you walk by in your jeans and tee shirt I am quite sure!"

"Let me see you."

Gary walked into the lounge and seconds later was back without his clothes and of course he did have an erection. Zara's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh, even seeing it before, even suggesting it and being prepared it still surprises me to see you like that. Aren't men funny -- and nice of course!" She hopped down from the worktop and kissed Gary's erection -- right on the end.

Gary handed Zara a glass and they clinked them together whilst Gary just touched Zara's slit with his cock. It was just there in front of him. Zara both saw and felt it.

She giggled, "A sexual way of saying 'cheers,' is that what you did?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"What would two or three women do?"

"Touch their nipples I suppose."

"And what about men? Can you see yourself touching Zoe's Tom with your cock as you drink your beer -- imagining you both hard of course?"

Gary couldn't! If it was to be anything like that it would be more of a slap, a well practiced mutual swing of the erections into each other ideally making a slapping sound in a hearty, male, back slapping - not gay at all -- sort of way!

"Shall I make you some supper? I was about to make mine."

"Please."

It was funny working away in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, putting a pan on all the while talking with Zara whilst she was fingering and lightly stroking his cock just enough to keep it interested and erect. Nice too to borrow a little of the olive oil and make Zara's nipples a little extra shiny! Just lovely being naked with the teen.

"Do you think Zoe's pregnant? It's so amazing what this can do." Her hand lifted his cock up from underneath, holding the whole assembly, balls and penis in her hand. "It's so powerful and dangerous to girls -- well not dangerous really: just in certain circumstances. It's lovely really. I do like cocks, Mr Roldern! Well, I suppose this is the only one I've really seen get hard and do its stuff. Zoe says it's really, really thick and you cum so much."

"Not very long though."

"No, but that makes it sweet -- sweet and still dangerous, I love it to bits."

And she began kissing it all over - which Gary more than liked -- and then she opened her mouth and took the end in and began to suck gently making a contented baby-on-a-nipple sort of noise. There was Gary in his own kitchen with a naked eighteen year old teen with his erection in her mouth. What a thing to remember -- if he only had the camera set up!




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 12



"Mr Roldern, you haven't come in my mouth yet. I want to feel that. I've tasted you but haven't drunk you."

Zara was on her bare knees on the lino of the kitchen and was giving him a blow job, just feet from where a few days before he had fucked Zoe whilst her husband was in the next room. Gary had never seen the kitchen as a place for sex or even erotic thought but his kitchen certainly seemed to be getting more than its fair share of excitement!

Her inexperience did not seem to matter -- what she was doing felt absolutely great and she was using her tongue. Gary was not going to last long.

"Mr Roldern, could you do that thing with your tongue again -- I'm getting so worked up!"

Gary was more than happy to oblige, not least when Zara hopped up on the kitchen table and spread her legs; in the hard light of the kitchen Gary had a marvellously detailed view of her sex -- her shaven sex; a sex he had shaved for her a few days before. Pink, moist and sweet -- quite delectable - but should he add anything from the kitchen cupboard? A little extra virgin olive oil perhaps -- it seemed made for her! Some wine vinegar and pepper as well to make a French dressing -- Gary was sure it needing tossing! Tempting for him to add his own special white sauce -- it would be lovely to see it spurting all over Zara's sex as an added decoration but there was a risk of some sneaking into her and it really would not do for her to be pregnant as well. Gary Roldern -- the inseminator of Thomas De Quincey Close!

If Gary's cock was very much on the short side, his tongue was not and he knew how to use it. It would not go far into Zara -- yet -- but it could certainly lap and tickle all the very soft girlflesh and tease the prominent little button to distraction! Zara was literally rolling around on the table -- it was lucky it was not laid for supper -- making all sorts of girly noises as Gary kept position between her thighs, his erect cock and balls swinging away beneath him. Zara came long and hard with her limbs all moving. Gary surfaced, wet and red faced.

"Mr Roldern you do look a sight!"

He stepped back panting a little after his exertions but before he could do anything Zara was on her knees again taking his cock back into her mouth; with one hand she cradled his balls and began to fellate him in earnest. It was obvious what she wanted. She had had her orgasm and now she wanted his.

It was coming, Gary could feel his balls tightening and then -- he could not see it but, boy, could he feel it; the spurting of his cock, balls and other reservoirs - untapped for three days - releasing their bounty into Zara's waiting mouth. Of course she forgot to swallow and of course it came bubbling out and dripping down onto her breasts as Gary pumped and pumped.

Zara stood, a complete mess. It was all down her front -- beautifully across her breasts, on her chin, on her hand, even on her thighs. If Zoe had walked in or Zara's mother, what would they have thought! Her mouth was still open, perhaps a bit in shock.

"Mr Roldern. You come and you come don't you!" She began to laugh. Gary joined in.

"You need to swallow, Zara!"

"I need practice Mr Roldern."

"We must see what we can do about that!"

Lovely sitting over supper, lovely sitting together naked watching television, lovely when Zara's hand slipped across and held his cock, lovely when he began rising again to the occasion.

"I can't stay the night Mr Roldern; I told Mum and Dad I wouldn't be too late"

"Where do they think you are? " 

"Oh, out at the movies with the girls."

"Ah."

"Can I rub myself on your penis again, Mr Roldern? I love its feel, that ridge on the top just fits me and it's all craggy and wrinkled which feels really nice."

"Shall we have a shower first?"

"That'd be nice."

And so upstairs they went. A slow, soapy shower and a scamper to Gary's double bed. Gary did not have to do anything. He just lay there as Zara brought herself off rubbing her very wet sex up and down Gary's erection. He just lay there, arms crossed behind his head watching, It was more than amazing, a leggy teen masturbating on his cock.

"Might I, might I... a photograph." And he had been permitted; wonderful photos of a so sexy Zara sitting astride what looked like a really big cock. Big grin at the camera, lovely conical breasts with erect nipples, sweet little tummy button and, further down her sex and his erection. It was all down to the perspective of the camera and what you could see. What you saw was a remarkably thick cock with a big helmet head in the photograph poking wetly from under Zara's slit -- what you could not see in the photograph was that was actually all there really was -- a big helmet - and there was no extra nine inches of shaft behind it, just a very few inches! The photograph lied because the mind added the length, made it look like Zara's sex was resting on the most enormous cock. It and she looked really impressive. Gary was delighted with his efforts (with the camera) later.

"Can I try sucking again?"

Gary was more than content to continue to lie and have the schoolgirl use her mouth on his penis; have it played with, licked and sucked -- not hurrying - until finally she released him. This time she got it right and swallowed. Not a drop escaped as Gary watched her moving throat. Of course with such a short time since the first ejaculation there was not nearly so much but still... the girl did well!

Naked he took Zara downstairs, naked he hugged her, naked he watched her dress, naked he took her to the front door (lights off) and naked he watched her go down the road back to her house. It may not have been fucking Zoe but it had been a 'fucking' good evening for Gary! He looked forward to more fun with young Zara -- he was a very lucky man.



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 13



Chapter 13 - The girl in the shed

It was a thin time for Gary -- a very thin time. Zoe was probably pregnant and autumn had come in rather coldly. Zoe no longer thought she needed Gary's help with baby making duties and was certainly more than a little excited about the prospect of the baby. After that Saturday in the kitchen her period had not come and she had not seen any immediate need for further intercourse with Gary. The sudden loss of intimacy was certainly a disappointment to Gary. Meanwhile Zara had disappeared off to university; an excited fresher wondering what new things might be in store -- Gary had wondered too.

The sudden change from man with two girls to play with to man on his own in a shed was hard. It was too cold outside to garden naked -- which Gary did so enjoy - and Zoe had not offered to enjoy mutual masturbation at her house or his. There had been no call over the garden fence. Confirmation of pregnancy seemed to further settle this state of affairs. It was not that he did not see Zoe on occasion but it was not to play together. Perhaps Tom was satisfying her or perhaps she had gone off sex for a time. He did not like to ask. And so Gary had been rather left to his own devices or, more particularly, his own hand -- sometimes, of course, in the shed. He had plenty of experience to recall! 

Christmas was a bit cheerless but towards the end of the holiday there was an unexpected girl in his shed which brightened the end of December up considerably. It had actually snowed. Gary awoke to a winter wonderland; the air crisp and still and across his lawn a good three inches of virgin snow with just the footprints of birds to disturb its purity. Breakfasted, he had dressed up warm and walked down his garden thinking how beautiful it looked but how different from the summer. Certainly it was not the weather to be out naked in his garden. There was no way even as a bit of a joke that he would wander around his garden like that! It was difficult to think how cold the three inches of snow would be on his feet let along the cold anywhere else! He was not a Finn used to rolling in the snow -- albeit after a sauna!

It was the footprints outside his shed that alerted him. They went in but did not come out -- unless someone had very carefully retraced her steps (and he suspected it was a she) walking backwards.

A pleasure to open the door and find Zara sitting there all wrapped up in coat and scarf.

"Zara, my dear -- how are you? Lovely to see you again!"

She was looking as lovely as ever; was having a whale of a time at uni.; her course was going well and she was really enjoying it. Moreover Zara now had a boyfriend and she was more than happy to talk to Gary about him -- and talk she did! Clearly she was really smitten with him, they had met at uni. but he lived up in Scotland so she was not going to be seeing him until next term started. Letters and phone calls were are all very well but it was not the same. Hardly!

Gary did not raise it; after all, asking other people about their sex lives is not something you normally do and he was not really expecting Zara to say anything -- except there was the puzzle of why she was in his shed rather than simply coming around to see him via his front door for a mug of coffee or something.

Gary did not say anything and it was Zara who mentioned sex first with the interesting phrase, "and of course we did it."

"It?"

"You know. You know of all people. We had sex."

"Ah yes, good. All well?" Well, what else did you say?

"Yeah. Oh yeah! Hurt the first time like you said, Mr Roldern. but then... I can't count the times."

Nice for Gary to imagine the two of them like rabbits. Easy to imagine having been shown Iain's photograph! Easy to imagine Zara with legs spread and a male bottom pushing at her. Easy to imagine all sorts of things. He was, after all, in his shed and he imagined many things there!

"I really miss Iain -- for all sorts of reasons -- and the sex! It's great, really great. I just love it so much and today I thought of the shed and you and I wondered if we could perhaps do what we did before. Zoe said you wouldn't mind."

"I haven't seen much of Zoe."

"Oh she's growing isn't she?"

"I hadn't noticed really - yet."

"Oh yes she is; you did well for her but I'm on the Pill now. Can we do things, please?"

Well, Gary was hardly going to say 'no' - was he?

"Iain and I have sex in bed."

"The normal place, so I am told!"

"Yeah, but we don't do all the walking around naked and touching in funny places like we did before."

"I'm sure you both touch all sorts of funny places."

"That's not what I meant! Just the thought of the three of us all being naked in the garden and playing makes me wet. Go on; put your hand down my jeans, in my panties and feel. I want you to do that."

Well, was that not just what men want to do? Slip a hand down across a teen's tummy into the waistband of her jeans and feel down to her hair and then curl fingers around and under into that warm slippery wetness -- a glandular wetness so beautifully slippery for the pleasurable sliding of cock and vagina.

Gary certainly was more than happy to do that. More than happy to undo the brass button once again, and slip his hand into Zara's panties; so lovely to feel the soft hair once more, not curly but still straight -- though there was more there than the last time he had touched; lovely to stroke the hair before feeling for the little divide and letting his finger run onwards, down and under; the back of his hand rubbing on the smooth cotton of her panties: lovely to feel fingers slipping into more than a little dampness -- yes, hot liquid and soft, soft skin. A little further and then, well Gary would be able to feel for himself and confirm the veracity of Zara's statement that she had been 'opened' for business. 

Gary's hand was well stuffed down Zara's jeans; to a viewer through the shed window there would be no question what he was doing. His fingers curled a little and his forefinger probed; a delightful intake of breath from Zara and his finger tip was travelling upwards, exploring up inside the young girl; one finger, two fingers, three fingers -- all pushed to their full extent, further even than, Gary knew, his penis could travel; Zara's hidden depths were not for him to explore: that was for other men with longer cocks. It was very clear Zara had been properly exercised by Iain; her vagina had been regularly and properly stretched. How many times, Gary wondered, had Iain's penis been inserted and how many times had the lad released his stuff in that very place?

Gary began gently pushing his fingers in and out, simulating the motion of sexual intercourse, thinking there was a very good chance he would be doing just that for real later.

"Very wet, Zara, you are very wet indeed!"

"Oooh, that's lovely, keep doing that please. It's been two weeks..."

And Gary did; he was more than happy to keep doing that; his three fingers bunched together and moving in and out, in and out.

A hand on his fly, a fumbling and then his own sexual organ brought out into the not exactly warm air of the garden shed, an organ that despite the cold was certainly very erect and potent.

"Oooh," A sound of pleasure again, "I had not quite remembered just how thick your cock is. It's like a salami compared to Iain's sausage -- not that his isn't nice or is small or anything -- oh, Mr Roldern, I did not mean..."

"We know I'm not very long, Zara, you can say it -- it is very short!"

"No, Mr Roldern, it's lovely, just different; it's big in a different way."

To emphasise her point, Zara's little hand was working away on his cock, the foreskin sliding over his big knob like it had not slid since -- well the night before last actually (but that had been his own hand in bed).

Amazing really. There was fifty-eight year old Gary with his cock sticking out of his fly standing with his hand down a nineteen year old's jeans in the middle of winter in his cold garden shed.

"This is nice, Zara, but wouldn't you like to come inside the house; it's warm in there and..."

"Can we just use hands this morning please Mr Roldern and do it properly later. I want to see you cum, I do so like how you cum and cum; if you are inside me I can feel but can't see; Iain and I do that sometimes; I don't think he understands how much I like seeing his cock spurting its stuff but it really gives me a thrill."

Gary smiled, he knew he was the cause of that little fetish!

"Of course, Zara, anything you want."

"Well, Mr Roldern, what I would like is to be naked, both of us in your shed."

"But it's too cold; had I known I'd have put the paraffin heater on hours ago..."

"And then to walk down the garden naked to your house."

"What! NO! Run you mean!"

"No walk; it'd be really sexy."

"Really cold you mean!"

"Only for a short time and then we'll be warm inside!"

"Do we roll in the snow as well."

"NO! That would be too cold."

"Snowball fight?"

"Yeah!"

Complete madness! But there they were pulling their clothes off; Zara's hand returning to his cock as soon as her panties were off, keen to maintain its firmness -- clearly he was expected to walk down the garden in bare feet with an erection. Complete madness!

Zara was filling out, there was not the same conical shape to her breasts; a few extra months and perhaps a lot of manipulation by Iain had brought her to a more womanly shape. Still the delightful areolae he remembered, sweet and pale, with two hard little nipples -- a product of sexual excitement and perhaps the cold.

"Ready, let's go."

If Zoe could have seen them! Her two friends walking casually down a garden blanketed in almost virgin snow - just Gary's shod footprints coming from the house; leaving footprints behind them in the snow -- real footprints with toes and everything; walking naked except for Zara with her scarf around her neck; she had left that on -- perhaps she had forgotten, perhaps she knew it added to her sexiness - walking close together with Zara's hand around Gary's cock actually wanking it out there in the cold sunshine. Gary was actually walking naked in the snow with an erection!

"Ahhh, careful Zara -- stop!"

Gary had nearly come, nearly had his penis release the pent up excitement at the girl's handwork. Almost his cock had started to fountain sending its usual shower of hot semen into the air. It would not have quite 'sizzled' as it fell to the snow but Gary could imagine it melting the snow leaving very clear evidence in the snow of what had happened! Perhaps it might have been like that old joke about the little boy writing his name in pee in the snow -- but in the next door neighbour's daughter's handwriting! Well perhaps not -- he didn't produce that much!

Gary glanced at Zara -- she was staring as if she was actually hoping to see it happen. He bent and picked up a handful of snow, her eyes widened and she ran. Gary caught her on the back with his snowball; Zara bent to pick up some snow and Gary's second snowball could not have been more perfectly aimed catching her right on her bottom, right in the middle, right on - yes! She squealed and sent a snowball flying back to Gary but he dodged as his third flew towards Zara. It was short, furious and very cold!

A snowball fight is not conducive to maintaining an erection especially when you have been hit in the groin with a snowball. They tumbled into the house laughing and really feeling the cold; Gary even had snow in his pubic hair. Jumping up and down on the spot certainly was warming and made their sexual bits bounce in a pleasing way! Gary just loved watching Zara's bouncing breasts.

Of course the sensible thing to do would have been to get dressed but they had left their clothes in the shed.

"Shower to warm up?" suggested Gary.

Lovely once more to be in the shower with his favourite teen; lovely once more to be soaping her body all over; lovely once more to be standing next to Zara with his cock touching her and the hot water pouring down them. Of course he was erect again; of course he was hoping that Zara would just put her arms around his neck and hop up onto his cock and sink it into her sex and join them.

But that was not what Zara wanted; what she liked was being dried with a big bath towel, placed on the bed and, as the expression goes, 'eaten out.' Lovely for her to just spread-eagle herself and let Gary come between her thighs and push his long tongue up into the girl; lovely for him to taste her; lovely to lap at all that juicy wetness; lovely to be so intimate. Lovely for him to hear her moan and know she was playing with her breasts as she reached an impressive climax.

"Oh Mr Roldern you do that so well! What would be so fantastic is have Iain's cock to suck whilst you did that but I don't think he'd like another man in bed with him."

"No, probably not." And what would young Iain think if he knew his girlfriend was engaged in naked games with a man as old as Gary -- perhaps he would be relieved it was not a younger man!

Gary stared at Zara's pudenda, all revealed between her spread thighs, deliciously wet and engorged -- fresh from a cunnilingus orgasm -- of course Gary was thinking how fantastic it would be to sink himself into the girl and come. His fingers touched and entered, such a privilege to have permission to do that -- and so lovely the way was now open.

"Mr Roldern! What are you thinking of?"

"I am thinking of getting on top of you and fucking you, Zara. May I?"

"Later -- tonight. I can stay the night can't I?"

It was getting better -- Zara was actually going to sleep with him.

"Of course."

"Just sit on me and come. I want to see you spurt like before; cum right across my tits and then I'm going to eat it all up like a good little girl."

It was an invitation and a half. Gary settled himself, legs spread over Zara's hips, his balls lowered to rest on the cushion of her vee of hair. A place any man would like to rest his balls!

"Shall I do it or will you?"

"Together!"

Zara's hand clasped around his cock, Gary put his hand over hers, her other hand touching his balls and Gary began the movement that would lead to ejaculation. It was wonderful, it was so exciting but it did not take long. Not with the added bonus of feeling Zara's hair on his balls, soft and tickling.

He groaned as he came -- of course he did - moving Zara's hand fast and urgently on his penis. The eye opened and out Gary's stuff poured, flying onto Zara's breasts, face -- everywhere. Gary made his usual manly mess as Zara stared and stared.

Even before he had finished, Zara's hand left his balls and was lifting cum to her lips; it was an added erotic image to make his last few squirts just that bit more pleasurable.

"Mr Roldern, you produce so much. I had forgotten how much. Iain just, well it's nice but it's not quite the bath you give! And it's lovely!"

"You'll need another shower or a bath -- a proper one!" But first she did what she said and slurped up as much of his cum as she could, lifting it on her fingers, thick and slippery.

A little sleep, a shower together, a morning and afternoon spent talking and watching television. A lovely supper cooked by Gary and then at last it was bedtime. 

"What did you tell your parents?"

"I'm a big girl now; I just told them I would be stopping over with a friend."

Big girl indeed, thought Gary, all of nineteen years old, still a teen but with her chest now filling out a little more. She was in her twentieth year and becoming a woman. He thought back to when he was nineteen -- it was a long time ago.

"Shall we go to bed, Mr Roldern?"

"Yes, yes, I'll run your bath. Do you want some night clothes?"

"Don't be silly."

Gary had her there; basically to do with her what he liked. Zara seemed game and the idea of soaping her, washing her in the bath seemed just so much fun.

The bath was hot but not too hot. Just right for a winter's day. Gary patted Zara's bottom as he encouraged her in. One foot on the floor, one foot in the bath and then it came to him as he looked at the vee of her pubic hair and her parted thighs that he was about to, he was really about to have sexual intercourse with this girl. He had known that since the morning in the shed but the reality suddenly kicked in. He was actually going to fuck her. He was going to push at her soft pinkness and his cock was going to sink into her and he was going to do the movement, the in and out movement that led to ejaculation -- he was going to release his semen right inside her. He really was.

Just watching her settle in the bath, the pinkness of her skin under the water where its heat is drawing the blood to the surface, her pretty face turned towards him, eyes wide open at the sensation of the hot bath; Gary so conscious of just how close her mouth was to his ready erection. He reached for the soap -- and dropped it.

It was classic; Gary was fishing around between Zara's legs trying to find the soap. Like a comedy really, though a difficult scene to pull off without making it a very adult comedy! It made Zara laugh.

A dream come true really; a wet dream; the naughty uncle bathing his little or rather not so little niece; pretending everything was fine but really it was anything but; when even if the girl had been playing Rugby in a muddy field, would her breasts have needed so much soaping; was it really right for so much attention be paid to her anus -- and even in Gary's case a soapy finger slipping inside -- "Mr Roldern!" -- and a lot of very careful soapy rubbing of her 'front bottom;' and, like the imaginary niece of the fantasy, Zara opened her legs wider to permit more of that very careful rubbing.

Nice then to step into the bath with Zara, his erection standing over her and then sit facing her, their legs alternate, their toes touching each other's sex. Perhaps more of the niece fantasy. Nice to be washed in turn by Zara, nice to get out of the bath together and dry each other.

Gary pulled at the plug and when he turned back Zara was gone. Lovely to find her in his double bed, the sheet pulled up to her chin looking at him with her big eyes as he walked in, his erection swaying.

"We're normally in a single bed."

It wasn't the best time to be reminded of Iain but Gary had to accept he was very much a second best. He too could remember sleeping in a single bed with a girl. It was OK when you are nineteen: he was not sure it would be easy now.

"Intimate."

"Mmmm. I miss him."

"If you'd rather...."

"No, don't be silly, Mr Roldern. He's my boyfriend: this is different. I really want to feel your thick, thick cock inside me. Come on, get in and fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Gary turned off the light. It was the first time he had been with either Zoe or Zara without light, without being able to see them. Of course it is good to see naked women; better to see naked aroused women but nonetheless there is a special intimacy when the senses are reduced. What he had not expected as he got in and settled down was to feel Zara come straight over to him and kiss him properly on the mouth, her tongue pushing, pushing in past his lips until they were French kissing like she and Iain must do every day. And as they kissed Zara rolled on top of him and Gary could feel her thighs open and a soft wetness touching his cock.

It was about to happen. The petting already done in the bath; Zara was ready for intercourse proper. She was pushing at him, her hand moving, positioning him and then with a further push he could feel his knob sliding inward.

Penetration. Finally Gary was embedded in Zara; having intercourse with a girl actually young enough to be his granddaughter -- a sobering thought about just how young she was and how lucky for him that Zara wanted to play. He was inside her, he could feel the hot wetness of her channel enveloping him, and she was moving on him.




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 13



"Fuck. Big. Oh, really big. You are so stretching, Mr Roldern. Oooh, I like it, I like it!"

And so did Gary.

"Zara, please. I think perhaps you can stop calling me Mr Roldern now. Perhaps Gary might be in order. As you said, you are a big girl now."

"And you are a big man, fuck you are big, no, I think of you as Mr Roldern!"

She was moving on him, shivering with evident pleasure.

"Size does matter! I can feel you right over to my clit. I'm so stuffed, it must be your size pulling at me. I'm going to come. Go on really fuck me."

All that whispered wetly in his ear. Gary took over, rotating their bodies so he was on top, Zara's legs came up and locked themselves around his back as he began to fuck her hard. In, out, in, out; his bottom rising and falling as he pushed at the girl.

And then as Zara made those female coming type noises Gary joined her in orgasm, his semen pumping into her.

"Fuck, I can feel it!"

Gary certainly could! On and on as he inseminated the young girl, filling her just as he had filled Zoe and, no doubt, filling her as Iain had not done, to squelchy, soggy, glutinous fullness.

It had all gone so well.

The birds were twittering outside as Gary awoke. And it all came flooding back. He had actually fucked Zara the night before; and he knew that was not a dream because around the 'morning wood' he always had he could feel lips. The naughty girl had woken him with a blow job. She was down the bed sucking on his cock. Perhaps the perfect awakening.

"Good morning, Zara," he said lifting the bedclothes. Warm and snug right down there was a naked teen playing with his cock. Fantastic only he would rather like a pee first.

"That's very nice, Zara, but could I go and have a wee?"

"No." And she kept sucking and licking. Simply fantastic but...

"Please."

"NO. You are to come first and I'm going to have it all."

There was really nothing much to be done but lie there and wait for it to happen. Nice to be told what to do. There Gary was just as any other day looking around his room before he got up. He could even have reached for his glasses and his book as he did most days. But there was a very important difference. Down his bed, making a much bigger lump than his own body did on its own, was a teen girl who was intent on making him ejaculate. He had done it often enough on his own of a morning but now he did not need to use his hand or make up a fantasy in his head, just lie back and let it deliciously happen. He reached for his book. It seemed such an amusing thing to do.

With the added imperative of needing to wee, his cock was never going to be any firmer (or any larger) and what Zara was doing was simply wonderful. She was not forgetting the penis continued on down below his balls. Everything was being manipulated or licked. He could feel himself getting closer to the moment and so it seemed could Zara as he felt her mouth slip very wetly over his knob and her tongue really come into play tickling the end just around the opening. He was not actually going to have a chance to read his book.

Dying to pee, Gary clenched his eyes shut and shuddered as his orgasm started sending the other fluid, his semen, up the short shaft and into Zara's waiting mouth. For the second time in less than nine hours Gary Roldern was having sex in his very own bed and not with his own hand! He could see nothing despite the light in his bedroom; all was going on below the covers and all was being swallowed by his young friend. He had enjoyed a good night's rest and with the benefit of that Gary could produce a lot! He knew she was getting her fill -- at the other end this time!

Zara really was a very naughty girl. Later he would have to retrieve her clothes from the shed -- or should he make her walk down his garden naked again? It would be a bit unkind considering what she had just done! 



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 14



Chapter 14 – Sex in the snow

It was a happy time for Gary. It had not simply been the one time with Zara that winter holiday; not just the time he had found her waiting in his shed with the snow on the ground. Far from it. He did not see her every day from then on but when she came around Gary knew it was not going to be just for a chat – though certainly they talked a lot. She talked a lot about Iain and it was clear she missed his body as well as his mind. Gary could at least make up to some extent for the body and it was very evident that Zara thought so too!

The snow started to go but then it came back. Gary awoke a few days later to a glorious winter morning. Not a breath of wind, perfect blue skies and snow on the ground. Crisp but wonderful and he was no sooner up and breakfasted than he had a visitor.

"I fancy a walk in the country," said Zara, "can we?" 

Gary drove. Zara seated next to him all wrapped up in coat, long tweed skirt, woolly hat, scarf and wellies. He could not stop himself glancing at her as he drove. Tempting to put his hand on her knee after moving the gear lever but he thought it was better to keep both hands on the wheel. It was icy on the roads after all; particularly out in the country.

Wonderful to be setting off across the snow covered fields on a familiar footpath. The air cold but not a breath of wind and the sun bright and cheerful. Two figures striding across the landscape, a cold wintry landscape. The two of them well wrapped against the cold. The route circular with a pub half way for lunch. Quite perfect really.

"We could fuck you know." It was afternoon. They had walked miles.

Gary's eyebrows rose. They had not met a soul – except at the pub of course. Their path had taken them into a wood and they were about to leave it via a gate and cross a field sloping away down before them but there was not so much as a hut in which they could shelter and even that would not be at all warm. It was one thing, thought Gary, to frolic briefly naked in the snow between a garden shed and a warm, cosy house with a hot shower and quite another to roll naked in the snow miles from anywhere trying to reach orgasm rather than hypothermia.

"Can't be done."

"Course it can. I haven't any panties on under this skirt."

That certainly meant the way was open.

Zara went on, "Practical things skirts - and kilts - of course. You can just bob down and answer a call of nature without having to show anything and they make sex so easy. I could be with a whole crowd of ramblers and have lots of sex without getting cold at all!"

It was an interesting image, Zara steadily working her way down a group of male ramblers. Long skirt in the winter – short skirt in summer! The semen flowing.

"Your breasts would get cold."

"Why? Aren't your hands warm in your gloves? If you slipped them up my blouse they would stay nice and warm there."

Of course Gary was hardening at the thought of the hand warmers!

"Come on get it out. I'll lean against the gate. You look one way and I'll look the other and you put it somewhere it'll stay warm!"

"Given the trousers and my short length it'll go in better from behind, Zara."

"OK then."

Zara lent against the gate as Gary removed his gloves and dropped his fly. It was as expected cold out. He could really feel the cold on his exposed knob end – the sensitive smooth skin now unprotected and out in the open. Turning to Zara, his cock sticking out of his trousers, he bent and lifted her skirt. A flash of pink naked bottom and even little wrinkled bottom hole as Zara spread her legs and then he pressed himself against her, sealing her from the cold and his penis found the waiting hole – the proper one – he pushed and slid wetly in. Zara was deliciously hot inside; hot, wet and ready. Gary began to fuck in earnest, his hands creeping under her blouse and warming themselves on her soft breasts.

They were fucking out in the open but not in the hot enclosed safe space of Gary's summer garden but in the bleak cold of the open English countryside in mid winter. But they were not cold; their connection intimate but enclosed and hidden from the outside world. Gary was in no hurry to come and worked slowly and steadily at Zara checking occasionally that it was OK for her. It was! His knob moving rhythmically inside her – it was not cold now!

"Excuse me."

It was a voice behind them. Zara's plan for them to look both ways had been a good one though rather spoilt by Gary suggesting he fuck her from behind. They had both been looking into the field and not back into the wood. What followed was not Gary's best move as, in semi panic, he turned around. His penis at the best of times never lodged far in a woman, even if the bung was nonetheless a tight one, and it came around with him. He was suddenly exposed as was Zara's bottom to the ramblers. Luckily it was not the whole troop that Zara had imagined earlier but a middle aged couple. The woman staring in disbelief at the suddenly revealed cock – perhaps amazed at its girth but more likely its mere presence; the man staring at Zara's pink bottom. Perhaps it had not looked like they were fucking; perhaps it had looked like they were just close together looking out over the gate; well the truth was fully revealed!

"EXCUSE ME!" said the woman again and yanked the gate open. "Henry, have words!" And she strode on down the path.

"Err, sorry, I..." The man was clearly quite lost for words as his eyes flicked from Zara's bottom to Gary's penis.

"We should have seen you coming, sorry." Said Gary. "We were just..."

"I could see that!"

The man's wife (presumably) was already yards away and striding forward purposefully without looking back.

"Would you like to see more?" It was Zara lifting her skirt and showing her front to the man.

"Oh, yes, well, um, yes, very nice. Yes, very nice. Not seen better. I'll be getting on. Carry on. Remarkable in this weather. " He glanced up to see where his wife had got to but his eyes dropped back to Zara's pubes.

It was cold for Gary, exposed like that – a wet glans gets cold very quickly when exposed to the icy air! Gary was either going to have to tuck himself away in his trousers or tuck himself back where he had been.

"May we carry on?" Asked Zara.

"Please, I mean, don't let me stop you. A man has a job to do and all that."

Zara turned back to the gate and pulled the skirt up over her bottom and bent to the gate – very definitely for Henry's benefit – a lovely pink rounded sight - but it was Gary who pushed in obscuring the view. It was good to be back in the warmth!

"Well, I'll be going." Already his wife was a long way away and still had not turned around but Henry's legs did not seem to be working. He was staring at Gary and Zara fucking. His eyes growing even rounder as Zara loosened her coat, pulled up her jumper, blouse and bra and brought her breasts half out into the open.

"Oh, my, err, very nice indeed."

"Go on Henry, why don't you wank as we fuck. You know you want to."

It was a side of Zara Gary did not think he had seen before though he knew she was pretty naughty when she got worked up. He had seen that with Zoe and when they had been together.

"Go on, get it out, let me see your cock, let me see you cum! Go on!"

Henry looked again at his wife a long way across the field. He was going to have some explaining to do probably along the lines of, "I really told them off." The reality was different.

"Can I. I mean would you mind, I mean it's not what... should I?"

"Just do it."

For a moment or two he was uncertain but then looking behind him and again across the field he undid his warm jacket and reached for his fly. A little fumbling and out in the open came a very respectable erection. There was no question the discovered scene of Zara and Gary had excited him! Zara's invitation so unexpected but he had clearly thought it an opportunity not to miss. His hand touched and he began to wank as Gary and Zara continued their largely obscured copulation. Probably never before had he masturbated in front of another couple. It would not be something he forgot! Nor was he going to forget the sight of Zara's breasts exposed for his benefit in the frosty air. He came a little closer, the better to see.

Gary's hand slipped under Zara's skirt and felt for her clit. He wanted to make sure she came too if he could.

"Mmmm that's nice. Henry would you like me to do that for you?"

"Oh, I don't know. How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Oh, wow, I mean yes please!"

And as his wife strode into the distance he moved forward close to Gar y and Zara and her hand reached and grasped his cock and began to move it.

"Fuck." He said.

"Yes we are," said Zara, "I'm being really fucked but I don't know you so I can hardly let you do that though I'm sure you'd like to. I really am very wet and I do so like being fucked. If I did know you better then you could take it in turns. I like being filled – both with cocks and cum."

"Oh, the idea of it. It must be very nice."

"I can assure you it is. Hot, wet and slippery." Gary thought he should join in.

"I am almost tempted," said Zara as her hand moved purposefully.

It was all too much for Henry. Zara's sexy talk, her soft hand on his cock and the whole proximity to real fucking.

"I'm going to..."

And he did. Zara watching intently because she liked to see cocks work and Gary watched too. He was happy enough to see what Zara's little hand was doing, amused to watch Henry's semen fly and catch a rail of the field gate and hang in creamy droplets from it.

Zara kept working and squeezing it long after the spurting had stopped.

Henry found his voice. "Oh, well, I, thank you, err, young lady. Very kind. An experience I shall treasure. I don't... she... not a lot these days."

"Perhaps another time in the summer? When it's hot and we don't need clothes."

"Every time I walk this way I'll think... I must be going."

Across the field his wife was looking back. She would not be able to see the awful reality that her husband's cock was hanging out of his fly and his semen was on the gate. That was just as well of course. It was clear she would never understand – or would understand only too well!

"Aren't you going to watch us finish, Henry? I'm about to come. Keep those fingers moving, Gary. I, oh, yes..."

She was shaking and Gary pushed the harder and that set him off too. An almost mutual orgasm in the cold , frosty air – with an audience!

His balls drew up even closer to him and his penis began to shoot just like Henry but more so and much more private – his hot, creamy semen filling Zara's vagina.

"Well done!" Said Henry. "I am so pleased you let me watch and as for the,,,"

"Wank?"

"Err, yes. How odd talking to a young lady like yourself about such things."

"Especially one who has just wanked you off!"

"Indeed!"

"I liked seeing it. I liked seeing all that cum – and there was a lot."

Henry seemed pleased with the compliment. It was not as much as Gary had just produced but he could not see that; though, as Gary's penis subsided it was about to come rushing out if Henry cared to look under Zara's skirt!

"Bye!" Henry waved as he set across the field and Zara and Gary separated.

Gary wondered what Henry had thought of a so much older man fucking a young girl – let alone in the middle of the countryside. Perhaps though his woolly hat had obscured his true age – some forty years older than the lithesome young thing he had been fucking. The whole event had not even been Gary's idea – it was all Zara's doing!

They gave Henry and his wife a little time before they too set off following them across the field.

"Well, that was embarrassing."

"Was it? I thought he was sweet. Perhaps I should form an assignation with him when his wife has gone to sleep."

"You don't know where he lives."

"Well if I did. Creeping into his house and waiting naked for him to come downstairs in his pyjamas. He would be so excited and fearful of discovery. It would be ever so fun. A big bulge in his pyjamas – perhaps it would just pop out! Nice cock."

"Was it?"

"I thought so. Not that I've seen many. Yet."

Gary smiled. Iain needed to watch out if he was to keep her. Zara had needs.

Another time Zara actually invited Gary around to her house whilst her parents were away. He had been there before to a party when invited by her parents. He could remember Zara serving drinks and handing the canapés around but she had been quite young then perhaps fifteen. Not really so long ago actually but she had certainly changed in that time. She had been pretty enough but had filled out in all the right places since then – grown into a young woman, a young pretty very desirable woman.

"This is my bedroom, Mr Roldern, do you like it?"

There was the little bed in which Zara had no doubt discovered her body and what pleasure she could get from fingers; the desk she had done all her schoolwork and there were photographs of her growing up all around the room. Gary could remember; he had watched her growing up; remembered when her parents had moved in; remembered her going to school - it was all a bit remarkable what had happened between them since those days!

On her chest of drawers a photograph of young Zara in her school uniform with her friends. 

"I remember you walking to school like that and on your bicycle." He remembered, a little guiltily, thinking then she had looked pretty, her long bare legs under her pleated skirt making the bicycle work. Impure thoughts really. She had been rather under age then – she wasn't now!

Zara was watching him. I've still got all that in the wardrobe – and she had! The mid green monogrammed blazer and matching skirt. She showed Gary.

"Would you like me to see if it still fits?"

She was a naughty girl really. She was playing to his male fantasy of the naughty schoolgirl, the St Trinian. She knew exactly what she was doing. Had probably planned it. Perhaps a little fantasy in that very bed.

"You could do..."

Just watching her peeling off the tee shirt and blue denim jeans was enough in itself but then she pulled the pleated green skirt up over her white panties and zipped it up.

"With or without the bra?"

"Without."

The bra dropped to the floor, the blazer over her naked breasts – the cleavage showing. Gary was, of course, rock hard in his trousers.

"I've never worn this without a blouse."

Well, you wouldn't!

"It tickles."

Zara rummaged for a blouse. It looked just fine with the unrestricted breasts bobbing around happily inside it as she put the blazer on again.

"Shouldn't you knickers match?

"I think they've long gone. No panties then?"

Down they came around her ankles.

Another drawer and out came a pair of long socks. Gary almost came in his trousers as one by one Zara pulled the white socks up to her knees. White socks, naked knees, a length of naked thigh and then the green pleated skirt and Gary did not need to imagine nothing on under the skirt – he already knew there really was not!

She smiled at him looking remarkably like the girl in the photograph, "Well, Mr Roldern what would you like to do now?"

"Well, a cup of tea would be nice."

It might not have been the most obvious request at the moment but Gary had two motives. Firstly he did rather fancy a nice cup of tea but also he was happy just to watch Zara moving around the house in her old school uniform. Lovely to see her bare legs beneath the pleated green skirt, lovely to watch her breasts moving in the blouse. He was very happy to watch those things – and have a nice cup of tea! Other things could come in their due time – and 'come' they would!

But of course it was lovely to follow Zara upstairs again when the tea was drunk, seeing a little bit more of her long legs up inside her skirt as he walked a little behind her up the stairs, lovely to follow her into her bedroom.

"Well, Mr. Roldern, what are you going to do with me?"

What was he going to do? Well, fuck her for sure but given the blazer and the schoolgirl skirt it seemed a spanking was in order.

"Well, Miss Zara and why have you been sent to me?"

Zara did not miss the school allusion at all. "Mrs. Henderson caught me sucking the boys off behind the bike sheds, sir."

"What! What do you mean?"

"You know, sucking them."

"Sucking what?"

"Oh sir, their penises. I was sucking their penises to make them cum."

"What! Ejaculate – in your mouth – at your age?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"They like it, sir, and so do I. I like feeling them all hard in my hand."

"In your mouth you said. How many?"

"Four, sir."

"And where are they now?"

"Mrs. Henderson is seeing to them, sir."

"Ah, hmmm."

"Yes, Wayne, Ahmet, Rod and Leon."

"And had these boys done the deed?"

"No, sir, not today."

"What! There have been other days!"

"Yes, sir. Quite a few."

"And what do you think their punishment will be?"

"The cane, sir. Mrs. Henderson always uses the cane."

"How do you know that? This is an unusual misdemeanour."

"Oh no, sir, it's happened before. She makes them take off all their clothes and bend over and she canes them hard on their bare bottoms until they cum."

"Pardon? I thought you said..."

"They have to wank, sir, and cum and Mrs. Henderson doesn't stop until they do. They cum on the floor, sir. I had to watch once. Mrs. Henderson always has a few girls in to witness the punishment. She says it makes it worse for the boys letting the girls see them naked and erect and cumming. But actually we like it!"

"Well, um, I'm sure Mrs. Henderson knows what she is doing but what are we to do with you? I think you need at least a good spanking don't you? You must not do that with the boys again. You must not."

"Do I suck you whilst you spank me, sir?"

"What, no, of course not."

"Mr. Jones always insisted..."

"What! Well, I am not Mr. Jones. Lift your skirt and bend over."

"Yes, sir."

"Zara – you have no knickers on!"

"No, sir."

It was a fun little game, a very amusing little play acting. Zara over his knee and Gary's hand descending. The sound of hand on flesh, a good smack, the bottom cheeks wobbling a little under the impact. Gary able to see Zara's pretty bottom in detail, even the very fine and tiny fair hairs sprinkled across the cheeks.

But then Zara let him in on a little naughty fantasy of her own. Men – or boys – on their knees with their heads up her skirt doing things... She said she had imagined this at school many times. Imagined sitting with her friends at a table, none of them knowing what was happening as she was intimately interfered with by a man secretly under the table – yes very often Mr Jones, her P.E. teacher, had been the unknowing source of her daydream. Or all the girls sitting in a row chatting with a boy's head up each of their skirts, each with a hand on the material gently stroking the boy's head through it – or pulling the head closer!

So lovely being on his knees and approaching Zara as she sat on the bed, bringing his head between her knees and looking up her skirt, at the narrowing of the gap between her thighs to her girly bits – her wet sex – unobscured by panties. It was a sight to delight any man and Gary knew how privileged he was to be seeing all that – and so framed inside the regulation school skirt. The thick outer lips, slightly swollen and dusted with fair hairs, the inner lips just poking pinkly through the crack of the outer lips – a so enticing divide containing such delicious softness. Gary just looked and looked. Zara's warm musky scent so inviting. He kissed the soft inside of her knees and moved his head forward, allowing his tongue to wetly tickle the very soft flesh of her inner thighs, making them a little damp.




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 14



How nice for a man, how nice for Gary, to have his head up inside a young girl's skirt. The scent was stronger now, a girl in heat. He moved closer, teasing Zara but not touching yet. Up above he could imagine her staring across the room waiting for the touch on her sex. Would she be touching her breasts? He rather thought so.

Gary was not into the euphemistic 'water sports' but he could understand why some were. Would he actually dislike it if, from the warm, damp place he was approaching, suddenly there was the jet of hot pee gushing at him? Of course with the bed and the clothes it would not be at all sensible but the idea was there. Inches from his face was the little hole and all Zara needed to do was relax just a bit! Would he like it?

He could feel the warmth of Zara's thighs on his ears. They were fluttering a little – she was excited. Gary wondered just how wet she would be when he touched. Would she literally be running with lubrication so he could lap greedily like a dog, literally drinking her? It was a shame really that he was still dressed. He would have liked to have felt his penis hanging free rather than confined; his balls swinging. His erection was, of course, pointing and strong within his trousers.

The scent of a young girl – fantastic - just a little push and rather than his tongue touching Gary pushed his nose into Zara. Ridiculous, really, but he was actually fucking her with his nose! In and out. Of course he soon followed up with his tongue. Lovely to lap at the hot softness and it was all so very wet, soaked in Zara's lubrication – her glands running overtime. Gary's long tongue fucking her, pushing into her secret place and rolling around and around. It was more than evident to Gary how much Zara was enjoying his attention. His tongue now tickling her right where her pee hole must be before slipping up to the little hard nipple like button of her clit and flicking that to and fro. Zara liked the work – there was no question at all about that! And Gary was more than happy to oblige.

Lovely to feel the young girl coming under his tongue. The clamping of the thighs; finding his head being pushed forwards by a hand; the whole shaking of the body and the seeming rush of yet more lubrication

Gary exited and stood, a little out of breath, with a red, probably wet face and looked down upon his friend. A rather abandoned looking Zara was lying back on the bed, blouse open and a breast revealed – its nipple standing – Zara had indeed been playing; her skirt a little rucked up and her whole face and demeanour betraying she had recently come. She smiled and Gary began to undress. It was more than time for attention to be paid to his penis. It did not bound out of his pants, there was never enough to do any bounding, but it was certainly hard – the big plum head shiny and swollen. Zara sat up on the bed and Gary walked forward between her thighs, his knees touching the material of her skirt.

There Gary Roldern was, middle aged, in a young girl's bedroom completely naked but with her (almost) dressed and walking up to her and actually touching the knob of his erection to her lips. Again the dream of any man – to be able to go up to a girl like that and present! Just the wet warm touch was lovely but then she began to lick – yes just like an ice cream – and Gary did not just have the delicious feeling but he could see Zara's tongue licking as well. Feel and vision. Fantastic! And then watching her lips close over the big end and feel the tongue still at work tickling its very end. Zara's hand came up and fondled his balls, moving them individually in Gary's big sack, swinging them happily between his thighs. 

The lips removed, the ice cream licking returned. "Are you going to cum like that, sir? Mr. Jones always liked to come on my face and watch his cum dripping on my breasts. I'm sure you'll cum more than Mr. Jones does!"

So was Gary sure - but that was not what he wished to do.

"Did Mr. Jones ever?"

"Nah, of course not!"

"Would you have let him?"

"The right day and the right mood then maybe. It was just a crush. I used to imagine him keeping me after school in detention and making me do gym with nothing on. Watching me running with my boobs bouncing and climbing the wall bars as he stood there in those tight shorts of his."

"And did you imagine him doing press ups on you?"

"Of course I did! Sometimes he would exercise naked too. I used to imagine what he would look like doing exercises naked and with a hard on! Other times he would suggest we use the teachers' showers to save water. I used to love imagining him soaping me before..."

All the time the improbable ice cream cone was being licked.

"Lie down Zara and lift your skirt."

"Oh no, sir, not there! I don't let the boys do that - ever."

"I am not a boy, Zara, do as you are told."

Lovely again to watch the tall teen, lie back on the bed and lift her pleated green skirt up exposing her sex.

"Lift your legs up wide. Show yourself to me – all of you!"

"But..."

"No buts, as wide and high as you can."

The skirt pulled away, Zara's legs high and wide in the air, her sex open and exposed.

"Please sir, no, I've never..."

But that was not true at all. Gary moved forward, climbing onto her and slipped in as easy as anything – Zara was hardly now the virginal young schoolgirl!

"No, sir, no you mustn't. You are too big... oooh!"

Gary sighed as he felt the hot wet sheath slide along his stubby erection as his big plum head slipped into his young friend. They began to fuck in earnest and Zara's lips sought his own; her tongue in his mouth – his penis in her sex. Gary fucking the schoolgirl in her own bedroom; on her own bed – in her old uniform.

And fuck her he did, with all the proper movement of penis in vagina and ejaculation of semen. Gary's orgasm as usual was strong, prolonged and very productive. It was a pleasure to him, a matter of pride really given the less than impressive length of his penis, just how very obviously fucked Zara looked as he stepped back off her and looked down at her wide open sex. Gary did not think it would look like that after Iain had done his work – and he wondered if Iain would pause and think better of fucking Zara if Gary had been the first to fuck. It was just a trifle unlikely there would be any such meeting or sexual threesome!

It was a very pleasant fortnight for Gary before Zara headed back to university – and Iain. Not sex every day but, there again, on some days it had been twice and once thrice! Gary had hoped for one last romp but when Zara came around to see him the day before heading back she seemed preoccupied – and talked a lot about Iain. Gary gave her a peck on the cheek as she left and said he hoped to see her in the next holiday but as he watched her walk away he did rather wonder whether he had seen the last of Zara's lovely young naked body. He shrugged his shoulders – he had been very lucky indeed!



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 15



Chapter 15 -- the allure of the pregnant woman

A knock at the door one morning in late January. Gary had been expecting a parcel, a new golf club, but it was not a parcel: indeed not even the postman, though he liked what was delivered, both the packaging and contents -- after all, he knew from experience what was beneath the packaging.

"How are you doing?" Gary had not really seen Zoe for weeks. She had not been around and time had just passed.

"Fine, Gary, thanks. Really fine."

"You're certainly looking blooming, if I may say so."

And she was, positively glowing and the pregnancy was now obvious - not yet a large bump but it was very definitely there.

"Come on in; come in and have a cup of coffee."

It was really good to see her.

They talked about the neighbourhood, about Tom, what Gary had been doing, the awful weather and the garden - the usual sort of things -- about Zara and her course at uni. and, inevitably, the pregnancy.

Zoe was revelling in it -- after all she had been seeking that state for long enough. "You know how some women have a craving during pregnancy?"

It was a comment rather out of the blue.

Gary's brow furrowed as he thought. "Yes, um, chocolate, ice cream, pickles, bananas - that sort of thing. I've no experience but, yes, I've heard."

"Yes, that's it; you'll never guess what I crave."

Gary shrugged his shoulders, "oranges, milk, strawberries."

"Almost."

"Raspberries -- though rather out of season."

"No, cum, semen, man juice if you like. I've a real craving. Tom can't believe it but there it is."

"No, really, surely not!"

"Yes. I wake up in the night or mid morning or even mid afternoon and all I can think about is having it in my mouth and slipping it down my throat all salty, thick and warm. Is that weird or not?"

"Well, I wouldn't know. Bit odd perhaps. It's not something I've had but there again I've not been pregnant! And you are looking so good on it. An odd thing though. Is there by any chance something you want from me?"

"Didn't take you long to realise but, Mmmm, yes please. If you wouldn't mind. I mean Tom's good but he does not... you know, like you do."

"Well I'm sure I'm happy to oblige."

"Thought you might be!"

"How do you want it, in a glass, on strawberries -- but they are out of season - or straight from the source?"

"Just get it out and wank, Gary, shoot it straight in my mouth like you did before. I really can't wait; it's been so on my mind all morning. Tom's been getting a little fed up that I won't fuck and just want to suck though I'm grabbing him three times a day. Not much comes on the third attempt though! Very disappointing. But you Gary. You come 'family size' -- no, that's a stupid expression in the circumstances -- more a 'giant' sized portion!"

It was lovely to be getting it out again for Zoe. It had been weeks and weeks but here he was again with his cock exposed for his next door neighbour.

"Just take your trousers off, Gary, and sit on the table -- do you remember us fucking on that? Do you think that did it?"

Gary did rather -- he had been terrified Tom would walk in. There was no worry now. He just sat on the table, opened his legs and Zoe sat comfortably at the kitchen table between his spread thighs, her head just at the right height to bend and suck.

"Mmmm, yum!"

"Salt, pepper?"

Zoe laughed and actually did, she actually took and shook the salt and pepper pots over Gary's erection before she licked and then sucked.

Gary shook his head to himself. What a lucky man he was. There in is naked lap was his neighbour's black curly head and she was gently fellating him and making little soft cooing noises all to herself. Clearly she was as content as anything. It must be a little how babies were on the nipple. Gary could not remember about that; it must be fifty-six or something years since he had sucked milk from a breast!

Coming was not going to be anything to do with himself. It was not like masturbation or fucking when you had control over that. Here he was with his penis surrendered to his next door neighbour. She would be the cause of the ejaculation not him. All he could do was enjoy the wet sensations of her pretty mouth and try not to come too quickly. Zoe's tongue moved expertly and her hand cupped his balls. It would not be easy to hold back!

It wasn't! Once she had her mouth clamped on him there was no escape. There was no pausing to let him hold back and regain his composure -- so to speak. No, Zoe had one thing in mind and steadily she was bringing him to orgasm. A man can only last so long when a pretty woman has his cock in her mouth and she is doing the sorts of things Zoe was doing with her tongue and lips. Gary did not bother with the somewhat trite, "I'm coming." Zoe did not need warning. She knew all about men and particularly about what Gary did when he came. The pulling up of the balls in her hand as he prepared to come would be all the warning she needed and she was not some timid virgin who had not yet felt the warm rush of semen in her mouth -- far from it and that warm rush was exactly what Zoe was seeking!

And of course Gary produced; simply lots of it as he did. Given her craving Zoe could not have chosen better. Not that he saw any of it. Zoe did not waste a drop and kept happily sucking long after Gary had subsided. It was as if she was clamped to a nipple -- a very large nipple -- and did not want to let go.

"Mmmmm, delicious."

Gary's eyebrows rose. He could imagine a girl saying "It's all right, it's OK, sort of salty," or perhaps even, "nice," but "delicious," seemed a little overstating it.

"Can I come back later for more? I'm just obsessed at present. Sorry."

Gary certainly was not sorry, not sorry at all. The craving was clearly strong but Gary was an obliging sort of neighbour. Happy to lend sugar or anything...

And so Gary's days got better again. Zara, of course, was back at uni., had taken her hot little body back to Iain, and so she was not around to play with. Gary could imagine them at it like rabbits but he could not be jealous. He could hardly expect to keep Zara to himself -- not at his age. He was more than happy to share with Iain. Indeed more than happy, actually, if the sharing was in a past tense and Zara did not want sex again with him when she came home from uni. next time. It would hardly be surprising really.

Instead he had chubby dark, pregnant Zoe wanting to suck him off twice a day. She would not let him have sex with her even when he asked really nicely. But she was prepared to be a little less mechanical than that first time when she had simply sucked him off in the kitchen. She had accepted that he was not simply the supplier of the liquid that satisfied for a little while her craving but, reasonably, should enjoy the experience -- to an extent. The extent did not go as far as he really would have liked which was to fuck her properly and like a porn star in a film pull out at the last moment and feed her with his cum. To be fair to Gary it really was a bit like a porn film just how much Zoe seemed to enjoy his cum, not splashed across her face as in the film, but spurting thickly into her mouth.

Zoe was back that very afternoon. Insisted Gary took all his clothes off whilst he made her tea and happily alternated sipping hot tea with sucking his cock.

Once again Gary found himself naked with a fully clothed woman; indeed one fully appreciative of his penis. One who said, "That looks nice," when something she said made his penis fill with blood and erect. One very happy to keep doing that whilst he made the tea; all the while watching for a change in angle, a drooping, and then saying something to encourage it up again. 

Being made to sit so his penis was within comfortable reaching distance as Zoe drank her tea so she could swop between tea and Gary was a surprisingly extra enjoyable experience for Gary. The feel of Zoe's mouth heated by the hot tea was very pleasing indeed and as Zoe was not hurrying quite like she had been in the morning it all went on well into Zoe's second cup before a different liquid slipped down her throat.

Another time she had Gary stand naked next to her whilst she drank her tea telling him about a fantasy that had come to her at her anti-natal class whilst she and the other prospective young mothers drank tea. She had imagined them all with the same craving and each sitting at a tea party beautifully dressed whilst alternating, as she was, between tea and the erect penis of a young naked man standing beside them; rather as if they were taking smoke from a cigarette or, perhaps a hookah. Zoe described this all in detail, the lovely Edwardian lacy dresses and the women calmly talking about this or that, respectfully pausing whilst one of their companions enjoyed a refreshing ejaculation. It was a quite bizarre fantasy which Gary enjoyed listening to immensely.

Once or twice Zoe relaxed her no touching rule and allowed Gary to play with her growing breasts. It was lovely to feel -- and see -- how they were changing as her pregnancy advanced. Lovely to mould and tickle whilst his penis was sucked. Despite the offer, Zoe was not prepared to have Gary manipulate her further down. He offered to do all sorts of things -- he was generous that way -- but Zoe declined.

Tom too, it seemed, was having to forego traditional intercourse in favour of feeding Zoe's craving. Zoe described how she was milking him two or even three times a day -- and it was often the same with Gary. The two men, though obviously they never mentioned it to each other, were feeling quite drained. Gary even asked Zoe if she had another man on the go!

"Of course not... though it would be nice. Sometimes it gets so strong -- the craving I mean -- that I could do a whole football team!"

Zoe had tried to be nice to Gary, had tried to make his donations extra pleasant. Sometimes by sexy talk, sometimes by letting him play with her boobs and trying to be original and different for him. She had even suggested he come around one evening and watch her suck Tom off. She had left the French windows unlocked and the door from the dining room to the lounge open and Gary had stood outside in the dark of her garden and watched Tom, clearly engrossed in a football match, have his pyjama fly opened, his penis extracted and a naked Zoe perform. Tom clearly did not particularly appreciate what Zoe was doing, as the television had virtually all of his attention, but Zoe was performing on his cock as if she had an audience -- and she had! Gary even crept into the house to see the better, fascinated by Zoe's lips and tongue working on Tom; watched her licking him like a lollipop, opening her eyes wide as she slipped her lips down the shaft but looking at Gary the whole time. It was a performance and a half missed entirely by Tom who clearly was far more interested in the match but accepting of his wife's need. He took a long time to come but when he did she did not stop her performance as she rolled the expelled semen around her tongue and over her lips as she looked at Gary.

Tom barely looked up as Zoe said she would get him a coffee. It was very unlikely he noticed the delay before it came. A delay caused by Zoe taking Gary's erection out from his trousers and straightway sucking him. Through the now almost closed door he could still see Tom with his soft penis still out of his pyjamas, staring at the football match on the television whilst below him was naked Zoe kneeling and already sucking on his own penis, her fingers tickling his balls. 

"Not here," he whispered.

But Zoe was not interested in letting go. It was one of Gary's most unusual ejaculations. The only one he could remember when he had been looking not at some pretty girl's picture, or actually involved with a woman but at simply a man and a man's limp penis at that. Gary did not dare take his eyes off Tom, was ready to dash for the French windows and the safety of the dark garden should Tom so much as move: but Tom did not move.

Having watched Zoe's 'show' and, moreover, having her do wonderful things to his cock, it was not too long before he was providing Zoe with a second helping of semen. Tom's 'hurrah' as his team scored was slightly out of place coming just at the moment Gary's ejaculation began spurting into Zoe's mouth. It was unlikely he would have been quite so happy had he known that his cheering a goal coincided with his wife taking sustenance from his neighbour's cock in the next room!

"We've scored," he called to Zoe.

"Lovely dear, I umph..."

It is not easy to speak when a man is ejaculating in your mouth.

"Pardon?"

But Zoe did not answer. She was enjoying what Gary was giving her too much.

Rising Zoe hugged and kissed Gary on the lips. Gary tasted semen which he hoped was all his own and then was gently pushed back out into the garden. By the time he looked back Zoe was already in the kitchen making coffee. Gary shook his head. What madness. It was only as he walked down his own garden path did he remember his cock was still out of his fly.

It was funny really. The craving stopped as suddenly as it had begun and once more Gary was left to his own devices -- or other euphemism! A few months passed and Zoe was nearing term; indeed was if anything a bit overdue. Gary invited her around for coffee. It was spring and whilst there was plenty to do in the garden it was not yet warm enough to garden naked. The time, though, was coming and Gary was looking forward to his natural gardening.

Gary passed the coffee to Zoe.

"Have you got your clothes off yet in the garden, Gary?"

"Not really, I managed an hour on Saturday though. Almost warm enough."

"I might come around and watch."

"And take your things off?" Gary was suddenly hopeful. 

"Not like this. What a turn off for you!"

"Huh?"

"Well men don't find pregnant women attractive, do they?"

"Um, yes."

"No they don't. Tom doesn't. He's lost interest. I'm not surprised. I'm all misshapen with a sticking out tummy button right at the top of this great bump. Not that I'm unhappy at all being pregnant. It's just what I wanted and it's not long now!"

"Zoe, I think you look just wonderful and sexy. And I am most definitely not just saying that." Gary pulled his erection out from his trousers to demonstrate.

"Gary, put it away. I'm a married woman."

"No, you show me. I am sure you look simply fabulous."

"I couldn't, I'm embarrassed about it."

"Zoe, take your clothes off now."

And she did. She did as she was told.

Of course Zoe was a different shape. That is what pregnancy does. Not only was there her very pronounced bump with her tummy button turned inside out and protruding but her breasts and areolae had grown all ready for breast feeding.

Gary nodded appreciatively. "You look such a woman, Zoe. Can I use the word fecund? To me you look incredibly sexy; perhaps it is because you are displaying so clearly the result of sex. Very fuckable - again if I may use the expression."

"Tom doesn't think so."

"Well he's wrong. Completely wrong. Look, here's my camera. Let's pose you and you see what you think."

And she let him. Let him pose her. Simply standing, lying down, sitting even opening a door before he moved her to more suggestive poses. Come hither looks, lifting her breasts, on all fours with her tummy hanging but the strong suggestive focus being between her legs, lying back exposed and open, sitting up on a kitchen worktop holding a cucumber in her hand with a surprised expression and then with the cucumber between her legs.

"Let's look at them on the laptop. See, now isn't that sexy?"

Gradually Zoe had to agree. She then wanted a few with Gary in it -- the reverse of the more usual naked Gary and clothed girls -- pictures of naked Zoe with clothed Gary and, at last, he took his clothes off. Nice shots of Zoe leaning forward to almost kiss his penis head, a shot of Zoe pretending to be fucked from behind - though with no actual touching, Zoe holding a cucumber but looking at Gary's cock. Gary's camera on the tripod -- the remote in his hand.

Of course Gary's erection would not go away. Even as Zoe sat looking at the laptop screen he was standing beside her, his cock threatening to poke her in the eye if she turned too quickly. Certainly that was what she said but then:

"You've got me really worked up, Gary. Come on let's fuck. Let's do it. If Tom won't, well you're so helpful. You've got me so wet Gary. No coming until I do. You can't get me pregnant so... It'll have to be doggy; you can't lie on my tummy. I want to come. Let me suck you first."

And she had just turned to his penis and done it. It was right next to her. She had just had to turn and there it was, its head big, shiny and smooth -- even if there was not much body to it. The no touching rule seemingly went out of the window at that moment. As her lips touched his cock the camera went 'click.' Gary still had the remote!

Gary simply stood in delight with his cock right back in Zoe's mouth, her tongue tickling away even seeking to burrow in the little hole. Again the camera went click with Zoe deep throating him -- except of course 'deep' was not the word with him and he was nowhere near her throat! It looked very different in the photograph as if he was half way down her throat -- and he would have been if he was a normal length!

Zoe did not hurry, she was clearly enjoying having him in her mouth -- again. Gary's hands went to her breasts. So much bigger than before. It was a real turn on thinking they would soon be producing milk. How he would like to suck on them then! Would he be permitted? He had not forgotten the muesli and Zoe's promise!

Her lips left his cock and gave his plum end a big kiss. "Come on Gary. Fuck me now. Fuck me like only you can. I need it and I haven't been getting it."

Zoe knelt on an arm chair, hands on its back, knees apart, bottom facing him, breasts and tummy hanging. She looked what she was. A sexy woman needing fucking. Gary moved forward and tempting though it was to just push in and ram away, he took his time. He let his hands roam -- and roam they did - everywhere. Zoe had not been misleading him, she was as wet as anything. Amazing to think as he inserted one, then two and then three fingers into her that it could all really stretch that much to let a baby out -- and would be doing so soon. His penis had gone in one way -- and that had been a little bit of a squeeze -- done its fertilising thing and now 9 months later a baby would come down from the other direction. Quite amazing.

"Gary stop playing around and fuck me."

Zoe was not in perhaps the best position to give orders with her bottom in the air. Gary gave her a couple of playful slaps.

"Just wait a bit."

His fingers slipped forward, moulding her lovely black bush, feeling the soft mound beneath it before gently teasing her clit. With her legs spread wide it was unprotected and easy for Gary to stroke and tease.

"Come on Gary, fill me up, fuck me properly."

Lovely to approach Zoe's behind, everything on display not least the brown rosebud of her anus. He touched with his fingers.

"Gary -- not there. Don't be silly. Fuck me properly."

A little lower and his knob was resting right at the entrance as Gary savoured the wet feeling. A little push from Zoe and he slid in. Gary just watched as his knob slipped inside. Reaching under he gently held her swollen tummy in both hands and pushed home -- well as far as he could go anyway. Lovely to feel Zoe's bottom cheeks against him, lovely to be embedded, lovely actually to be fucking another man's wife -- well if Tom didn't want to then Gary was happy to be obliging. He began to move.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Gary was. He did not need Zoe to tell him what to do!




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 15



Gary did not hurry. He sensed this was a bit of a one off opportunity. Fucking Zoe to conclusion without pregnancy as the object. He was in control. He could take his time. He moved steadily back and forth, rocking on Zoe's bottom, his penis sliding smoothly, the pneumatic motion of sexual intercourse at its best! Just the most wonderful sensation on his knob.

"You OK, Zoe?"

"Oh yes Gary. Very nice. I shall come. I can feel it. I need both hands to support myself but could you diddle me a little?"

Gary could. Gary did. One hand holding her bump, the other just ahead of his cock playing in the soft wetness and particularly on the little bump. He could touch his own moving shaft as it pumped in and out and feel his balls swinging. Outside there was the occasional passing car but the morning was otherwise silent except for the strange squelching sound of human intercourse.

"Faster Gary."

He did not speed up his strokes but his fingers played faster. Deliciously as his rock hard erection moved carefully in and out, Zoe shuddered and came.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She said again and again.

Zoe collapsed a little forward pushing her bottom a little higher.

"Come on Gary, do your thing now, please. Fill little Zoe up with your stuff as you like to do. I'm all ready for it."

And Gary did. Steadily increasing speed, his cock pumping, Gary let himself go, let himself slip over the point of no return and then it came, first that squeezing contraction before expulsion and then he was squirting, sending his semen up into Zoe and, being him, doing the filling thing she had requested. Gary had not come for days, his supplies had been fully replenished, Gary certainly came. He could see it on withdrawal -- a vagina all full of creamy semen.

Finally Gary had some pictures of Zoe naked, pictures of her pregnant but really erotic nonetheless. He had even used the camera during intercourse but the shot Gary particularly liked was the photograph of Zoe afterwards, sitting naked on the worktop in the kitchen, laughing with a mug of coffee in one hand, her bump sticking way out above her bush, tummy button protruding, legs comfortably apart and seemingly, well actually, sitting in a pool of creamy cum between her open thighs - and all of it his. It had been steadily leaking out as she had sat there - he had been watching it come and she had just sat there unconcerned. Somehow it just caught the moment and had a considerable erotic appeal as well!

The baby was born that night. Intercourse can, of course, help labour along. That is well known. It should really have been Tom who helped Zoe along but, at least, Tom had taken Zoe for a curry that evening before all those contractions started and, perhaps, it was the curry that really did the trick. Gary, on the other hand, liked to think he had both started -- and ended the pregnancy!



Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 16



A sunny morning and, look, there is a middle aged man working alone in his garden, a garden that is beautifully tended but very private, a man working alone and naked - a solo naturist perhaps. Imagine you can see him, are able to peek. Would you be shocked to see his penis rise, after all it happens to men at all sorts of times and places, to a full erection -- though it is a perhaps disappointingly stubby affair; would you be more shocked to see him take it in hand and move it -- he does after all think he is unobserved and that too is what men do; would you be surprised to see him walk erect all the way down the garden to a little wooden garden shed and disappear inside -- what can he be doing in there?

Your eye moves and next door the French windows of that house opens and out steps a pretty, if a little chubby, dark haired woman - you know she is naturally dark because you can see her private hair as she too is completely naked. Would you be shocked at this and wonder what is going on in this neighbourhood? The woman is carrying a baby on her arm and she settles down and feeds it, moving it comfortably from one breast to another -- a happy maternal scene in the warm sunshine, the baby no doubt making little contented noises as it sucks on the nipple. How sweet! You watch as it is winded, its back patted as it looks over its mother's shoulder; its little head nodding in that way babies have when they can only just about hold its weight up. It will sleep contentedly soon.

After a while the man reappears from his shed, still sporting -- if that is the word -- his erection; does that excite you or do you think he just looks funny and ridiculous? That is a personal preference! Perhaps he has not actually been doing what you had surmised or at least not reached the sort of satisfactory conclusion you imagined. Perhaps he is heading to the house for a gardening magazine, or some other well illustrated reading material, to peruse in his shed. Certainly you think the man is rather missing out on the pretty view you have next door of the naked woman. But what is this? She hears him and calls out and it amuses you to think of the two of them conversing unaware of the other's nakedness; indeed, from the woman's point of view that she is talking to a man with an erection. There is the fence between them. But of course we must all have talked unknowingly to men with erections; it is just they have been modestly hidden by trousers rather than a garden fence.

Let us move in closer and listen to the conversation. What can they be talking about? It can hardly be that the man is being invited around for coffee -- not when they are like that!

"Hi, Gary."

"Morning Zoe, you are up and about?"

"Yes, just feeding little Charlie, he can be quite a greedy little fellow sometimes but he does get the wind."

A very distinct but juvenile burp came from Zoe's side of the fence.

"That's better, now back on you go Charlie. And how have you been keeping, Gary?"

"Oh fine. Retirement remains very good. Time to potter around the garden, a bit of golf, you know..."

"You're always welcome to potter around here. Tom is not the greatest of gardeners and with little Charlie I don't have much time. Do you want to see the little fellow? Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Yes please, I was just thinking of one. I'll be around in a bit. I'll just change from my gardening things."

"Oh, come as you are, Gary."

Oh dear, she cannot know what she has said. It must be very amusing to the man. Think of her surprise if he really did come like that -- tumescent penis and all! I wonder what he really can be thinking. 

What Zoe said was actually quite intriguing to Gary; surely Zoe could be pretty sure his gardening things were no things at all; she did, after all, know his habit. Well, she could always send him back to put something on but for the moment it would just be like old times.

Old times indeed as the loke saw a naked Gary step out into it. There was nobody else to see but the possibility was always a bit of a worry for him. It unnerved but slightly excited Gary to think of himself suddenly revealed to, for example. Melanie Evans from across the way. He had thought of her before. Imagined himself perhaps meeting both Melanie and her husband Harry in the loke or helping her out when Harry was away. The latter probably involving a spot of gardening and being Gary if she was out perhaps gardening in the buff. He preferred to garden that way - perhaps risky because what if she came back unexpectedly? He could imagine himself stuttering and saying he was sorry and had not expected anyone to be there, it was a very hot day and that was what he normally did; and she being sweet about it and saying she didn't mind and always liked the opportunity to see a naked man. Making a bit of a joke of it. And then him, quite awfully, getting an erection right out in the open where she could see but then perhaps Melanie saying how it looked uncomfortable and the same thing happened to Harry all the time and was there anything she could do about it?

It was not helpful as he walked the few steps to Zoe's back gate to be thinking of the rather fine forty something Melanie, not helpful to be coming up with one of his garden shed fantasies, because it was not going to be Melanie who was going to be presented with the ensuing and returning erection. It had come for real and there Gary was, once more, standing at the foot of Zoe's garden stark naked and with his tumescent, thick, stumpy penis pointing up at the sky. What if Tom was there or a friend of Zoe's? It would be bad enough being naked but erect to boot? Gary peered through the bushes; was Zoe alone; was it safe to move forward?

Not only was it safe, as far as he could tell, but there was lovely chubby Zoe as naked as the day she was born with her baby to her breast. The sight of Zoe was not conducive to the blood leaving his penis and its lowering to an almost presentable flaccid state -- on the contrary as he stared he felt his foreskin peel back all by itself -- he was going to have to go and say good morning to his friend as if all ready for intercourse. Perhaps he could wait a bit -- but no, Zoe had seen him and called.

Well, we cannot hear the man's silent thoughts, even his more naughty ones, but certainly from our vantage point the scene has become a lot stranger. The man had now come into the woman's garden and is approaching her in a state of sexual excitement, his erection obvious if rather shorter than is usual in men. They are conversing but the man's display is not abating. Is this normal behaviour around here? Is the woman going to put the baby down and engage in sexual play and sexual intercourse? Is this what happens in this neighbourhood? We look over other fences, into other gardens but it seems not. Though perhaps we pause a little too long at No. 54. A young girl is sunbathing with not a stitch on, a red head, a natural redhead we can see. A pretty little thing but young, too young. We should not stay.

"Gary! You really are the limit! And you complain about having a small cock when it is almost permanently -- it seems -- like that! Well it's nice, as the saying goes, to find you are pleased to see me!"

"Sorry."

"Oh, don't be silly. It's not that it's a great surprise. I've seen it all before. I was going to ask you to hold Charlie whilst I made your coffee but he's dropped off to sleep so I'll just go and put him down."

It was lovely to see Zoe looking so maternal; the baby asleep on her shoulder fresh from suckling at her big breasts -- and they were a lot bigger than they used to be; the blue veins noticeable and the nipples engorged. Gary had played with those nipples not a few times and sucked on them when they had been hard with sexual excitement but they were even bigger now: being used for their true purpose had changed them -- 'teats not tits,' Gary thought a little crudely -- they still looked very suckable in his opinion and clearly little Charlie shared the same view.

Gary sat on the lounger thinking about Zoe as she went to settle Charlie down and make the coffee. The baby seemed fine -- a strapping little chap -- Gary was careful, and had been careful, to make no comment about its parentage in the sense of his own involvement. He had most definitely not said, when shown the little bundle's face, by Zoe and Tom, anything like how much it looked like its father. Tom would have been happy enough but would Zoe? Some things were best left unsaid. To be fair, Gary could not see it looked anything like him either -- to him it looked like a baby!

In any case it could well have been that Tom's low sperm count had not let him down at the vital and important moment. Perhaps swimming together his and Gary's spermatozoa -- a joint shoal of spermatozoa perhaps -- had reached Zoe's ovum together and, despite Tom's being vastly, he surmised, outnumbered, it was one of Tom's that had penetrated and fertilised. Without tests who was to know and did it matter? Zoe had liked to see it as a joint effort between her husband and Gary after all!

Any loss of tension in his baby making equipment was quickly restored as Zoe came out again carrying two mugs of coffee. She looked magnificent with her big breasts wobbling slightly and her fine riot of black pubic hair. Perhaps the tummy a little slacker than before but a fine sexual woman nonetheless. She settled herself in the chair.

"Your figure is back again in trim, I see."

"You think so? I think my tummy's a bit wobbly. I'm exercising though. My breasts are ridiculous of course but I think my bits are back in shape. You have no idea, Gary, all that stretching. You men have no idea!" And she actually opened her legs to show him.

That did nothing for his erection either. How strange to be talking and drinking coffee with a hard on!

"Looks just like it did before to me. Very nice! So sex with Tom is back up to speed then?"

"Better if anything -- when I'm not tired -- really good actually. What about you -- after what went on with Zara over the Christmas holiday!"

"That was something, Zoe. She is a naughty little thing -- or rather big thing -- as you know. But my hand and I have been good friends since then."

They laughed. It was good talking to Zoe. No secrets!

"You need to find yourself a new lady, Gary. I can see playing with young Zara is fun and me sometimes has been good but you need companionship and something based on romance not sex."

"Perhaps. Once bitten, twice shy. I'm perfectly happy. Never been happier. If something happens then maybe, but I am not actively looking."

Well, perhaps you should... oh sorry!"

Zoe's left breast was suddenly oozing milk. It formed a big drop which lengthened and dropped to her thigh and it was clear it was not going to stop in a hurry.

"Oh, they do that. Charlie did not feed too well this morning and I am, as you can see Gary, a little full. I mean, do you want to feel how firm they are? You can."

Gary was not loath and they certainly were firm -- taut would be a good word! Full would clearly be another! Just touching the left one made the leaking worse -- it sprayed a little. Gary found it really rather erotic.

Firm breasts: firm penis.

"Come on Gary; help me out, you know you want to."

"Express your milk?"

"Don't be silly, you can if you like but I think you'd prefer to suck! But be gentle. They get sore you know."

It was all a little unexpected and none of this made Gary's erection any the less. Kneeling by Zoe he lent forward towards her left breast, pausing to watch the oozing milk.

"Can I really?"

"Of course you can. Tom does -- of course."

Tentatively Gary stuck out his tongue and licked. Quite amazing to be licking a milky engorged nipple. That just made the milk flow the more and Zoe pressed Gary to her; the nipple slipped fully into his mouth and he began to suck as the warm milk flowed. He drank. The milk very different from cows' milk from a bottle -- not just warm but sweet and a little watery. Lovely in itself but sexually to be drinking from a woman -- something else!

Zoe's hand stroking his head, "That's good, take it right in and suck and pull, suck and pull, there's a good boy."

Comforting as well as sexual.

"That feels better. Keep going Gary."

And he did for quite a time before finding himself being moved to the other breast and sucking that in turn into his mouth and feeling the milk spray.

As he sucked contentedly with his eyes closed Gary felt a hand on his cock, a hand gently touching and then stroking and feeling; a hand lifting his balls as if to feel their weight before fingers ringed his penis and began to move the skin rhythmically in time with his sucks.

"Your balls feel full and hard like my breasts did. Do they need emptying too? Would you like me to do that? Are you going to empty them for Zoe? Are they sore? I'll ease the discomfort. Poor Gary, no one to help him. Never mind, Zoe knows what to do."

And Zoe did! Lovely to suck on a breast and drink the warm milk as he was gently masturbated by his neighbour. Lovely to feel his own 'milk' rising as he sucked and felt himself ejaculating freely, unseeing and unconcerned where it all was going -- Zoe was in charge of that! Spurt, spurt, spurt went his penis as he sucked more milk from Zoe -- perhaps a little harder than before. A long orgasm with plenty of semen -- he couldn't see it coming like he might in the shed but he could certainly feel it!

Falling from the nipple Gary could see the damage. It was over both of them and dripping from Zoe's hand. She was laughing, her eyes bright. "Was that good, Gary? You've certainly done it again!"

"Yes, Zoe. I have to say your milk is lovely and thank you for the other thing."

"Look at me, Gary, milk on one thigh and your cum on the other. What do I look like?"

"Sexy as anything, Zoe, sexy as anything!"

"You're like a geyser when you erupt, Gary; I'd not forgotten, but even so... it still takes me aback."

Well, that was all rather surprising. From our vantage point that was all quite a shock. What strange goings on in this neighbourhood! Perhaps we should take another peek at No. 54.

Gary was indeed back in business. Not actually fucking Zoe -- and Zara, of course, was not around -- but regularly employed in dealing with the surplus milk situation; sometimes with accompanying masturbation, sometimes just the milking on its own. Being called around just as Zoe was going out, finding Charlie already in the buggy, standing in Zoe's hallway with her blouse and nursing bra undone and just dealing with the excess was fun enough. Zoe waiting patiently as he drank. She said it was so much easier than using a breast pump. Then, finding himself walking back up Zoe's garden rather full of milk whilst she went out the front door comfortably emptied. It all felt decidedly odd! What would Melanie Evans think if she saw him not only naked in the loke but with milk around his mouth!

It was months ago but clearly Zoe had not forgotten and it was she rather than Gary who mentioned the muesli -- the special breakfast he had asked for; it was Zoe who suggested he came around for breakfast and it was Zoe who reminded him about wanting to have his breakfast muesli swimming in fresh warm girl milk straight from the source.

"You said if I got pregnant you wanted me to express and fill your cereal bowl. Fair's, fair you said." 

"Oh, was that after I..."

"Yes -- strawberries and man cream! Naughty but nice."

And so when he got to Zoe's house the bowl of muesli was on the table all ready with a spoon but so too was a bowl of strawberries just sitting there all innocent and also with a spoon. It was obvious to Gary that something very kinky was about to happen. Zoe was all talk as she made them a cup of tea, talking about this and that and Charlie of course and poor Tom. Apparently, and Zoe was never one to be reticent about her sexual relations with her husband, he had woken all ready to fuck and they were just getting going when little Charlie woke up crying for a feed -- and that had been that!

"He's fast asleep now and I'm really rather full again. How much milk do you like on your muesli?"

Gary smiled as he watched Zoe opening her blouse and undoing her bra, "Quite a lot really!"

Zoe slipped out of her top and bra and there her two breasts were again so much bigger than usual, very firm with milk and the nipples extended. Already with just the prospect of expressing herself, milk was forming on the nipples. Gary watched fascinated as she leant forward over the cereal bowl and began. He was a little surprised to see it was not the nipple she squeezed but instead she used her thumb and forefinger well away from the nipple alternately squeezing and releasing the breast between them and building up a good rhythm. The milk began to flow or rather squirt onto the cereal.

It was almost surreal. Usually -- well always -- Gary simply got the milk bottle or carton from the 'fridge. He had read stories when he was young of camping holidays on the farm and the milk coming warm and fresh from the cow and being taken back all frothy and creamy in an enamel jug but this was something else. No cow -- he had never thought of Zoe in such a term! But here it was coming the fresh girl milk he had fantasised over.

"Would you like to try, Gary?" He did not think she meant the milk but the milking.

It took a bit of fumbling and practice but soon Gary's hand had the rhythm going. It had been amazing just sucking on the nipple but this had another sexual feel altogether. First one breast and then the other. It would have been nice to have worked them both at once but he would have missed the bowl with one or the other! Quite fun too to have had Zoe on all fours to milk so as to complete the bovine analogy but she might not have been so pleased if he moved to cover her in a bull like manner!

It was not quick but after a time there was Gary's muesli swimming in Zoe's warm milk.

"There you are Gary, stop now and leave some for Charlie -- it's meant for him really not you greedy men."

What would Tom have thought if Zoe had been filling both his and Gary's cereal bowls! The two men calmly sitting down to eat their breakfast.

Gary sat and ate; never had he enjoyed his muesli so much -- warm and sweeter than usual.

"Aren't you going to have your strawberries, Zoe?"

"Not yet."

Gary knew what was coming -- well, to the point, it was going to be him who would be coming!

"Are you sure -- given Tom had to dash off -- you wouldn't rather..."

"Gary -- that would be more than touching. I'm a married woman. No, you've milked me and now you I'm going to milk you. Simple as that. Now stand up over by the strawberries."

Of course Gary had come around naked, of course his erection had been up and down like a yoyo and he was as used as anything to being naked with Zoe but it was still strange to walk around the table and position his penis opposite a bowl of fruit and know what he was about to do

"Off you go," said Zoe.

And just like in his shed Gary began to wank as he looked at Zoe's lovely naked breasts. She got up from the table and slowly, for his benefit, undid and unzipped her jeans. Pink panties came into view and then the start of her dark bush and then down they all came leaving her naked and very desirable. Was she perhaps going to relent and let him fuck? But no, she sat down again, placed one foot on another chair and, very much in the clear sight of Gary, began to play with herself. It is always good seeing a girl playing with herself and Gary found it very stimulating.

"This is nice Gary. Of course I come first then you -- and then I have my breakfast!"

Gary slowed and gazed at Zoe's fingers stirring, entering and flicking her clit -- diddling it as the word goes. It was like their early days when they had masturbated together in the garden. Gaining sexual stimulation from just watching the other.




Inside the Garden Shed Ch. 16



Zoe was biting her bottom lip -- always a good sign with her -- Gary would liked to have helped but clearly that was not on the cards. Fast finger action on the clitoris, a spreading and then closing of legs and the most ecstatic look on Zoe's face. Once again Gary wished he had brought his camera. Not only Zoe in the throes of orgasm but he would quite like to have caught his cock ejaculating over the strawberries -- an odd but challenging shot! And of course Gary was very close to doing that, his fingers moving as he watched Zoe come.

"That was nice, Gary, really nice. Better to have had you fucking me but there we are. We don't do that now. Shall I finish you off Gary, would you like that."

Would Gary? Would he rather Zoe's hand took control? Would he rather fingers, so recently in Zoe's pretty sex, take him in hand? Fingers still very wet and slippery from Zoe. He sighed with contentment as he was held and his foreskin manipulated.

"Come on Gary, fill the bowl with your man cream like little Zoe did for you."

Gary was never going to fill the bowl. He might produce in quantity but there were limits and it was nowhere at all near a bowl full. Nowhere near but nonetheless his ejaculation was prolific, splashing thickly across the strawberries. It would have been quite a sight for someone looking through the kitchen window. An unbelievable sight -- kinky not the word for it -- as great spurts of creamy cum dropped hot onto the shiny red fruit.

Hardly had Gary finished and Zoe was picking up her spoon.

"Mmmm, lovely and warm, such a contrast. Sweet, juicy and cool: Salty, thick and warm. Yes, best caught still warm."

It was on her lips -- his cum -- and there at the table was his neighbour happily eating strawberry after strawberry with his special garnish splashed across them.

"Would you like one?"

It was on the spoon and already offered. Gary bent and ate. As he had thought before the combination did work -- strange but true!

The bowl finished and Zoe rather theatrically smacking her lips. "That was good but all gone." She looked from one side to the other as if seeing if she was not being watched and then bent and licked a final drop of semen off the end of Gary's limp penis. A lovely little rasp of her tongue.

She giggled, "Mmmm, I don't think anyone saw me touching!" She opened her legs again as if in invitation. "Well, Gary are you going to fuck me now? I really am very slippery and wet!" Her eyes dropped to his limp cock. "Oh dear, looks like you've missed your chance!"

"I'll come back later."

"No, Gary, now or not."

Gary sighed, "Not then."

"Oh what a pity."

Toast and marmalade with coffee was a bit of an anti-climax to it all. It had been quite a breakfast but it was lovely to sit naked with Zoe and just talk

Summer time -- a happy time as always, though Gary could have done without the grey rainy days of an English summer but there again there were good days and there was also Zara back from uni. A whole year of her three year degree course already over. Tempus fugit indeed! Not the school girl any more but the bright, keen undergraduate. Gary had not forgotten about her -- that was a bit unlikely -- but he had not seen her that summer until he popped around to see Zoe one fine morning.

As usual he had been called over the garden fence and he had walked around as he was -- which was unclothed as usual. He was looking forward to his morning milk. He was sure it was doing him good!

Sauntering down the garden path he was paying more attention to the plants than what was at the top of the garden and instead of it being Zoe standing or sitting there or in the kitchen there was a familiar pair of girls.

"Aren't you pleased to see me?" Zara was very deliberately looking at Gary's cock.

"It's OK," laughed Zoe, "he doesn't always seem to appreciate seeing me either!"

"Hello, Zara, lovely to see you and how are you?"

A kiss on both cheeks but then Zara dropped to her knees and kissed his penis right on the end.

"I'm good and how is the little man today?"

Well, that answered a question Gary had been thinking about for months but had not yet formed as it had happened so quickly -- was he still going to have sexual relations with Zara. The answer seemed a very clear YES!

"We're fine," said Gary and as if to confirm it up came Gary's cock to a full erection -- for him.

Zara's hand was on it, stroking it, pulling back the skin to reveal the shiny head and cupping his balls. "Isn't it sweet? I love it to bits, so different from..." She laughed a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry Gary, you know what I mean. It is different but great. Isn't it Zoe?"

"Certainly is."

Gary had not missed the 'Mr Roldern' thing had been dropped. Zara was growing up.

"Have you been keeping him well exercised? I wouldn't want to think Gary doesn't cum like he used to. I'm looking forward to seeing that again!"

They sat and talked over coffee, wide ranging talk without the sexual element. It could have been any set of people talking if one had not been completely naked; the girls taking it in turn to hold Charlie who was very much there and as wide awake as anything. Even Gary held him.

Lovely for Gary to sit and drink coffee with two pretty girls. He was very happy to be naked with two clothed girls especially with the prospect of sex, at least with young Zara.

"How's Iain?"

Zara looked at Zoe, Zoe looked at Zara. "Bit out of date there," said Zoe, "things move on."

"Oh?"

"You are two behind there, Gary. It's Tony now."

"Oh?

"He's a big lad," said Zoe, "Zara's shown me the photos."

A photograph was passed. Undoubtedly Tony was big. At least 6' 6" and with a build to match. Of course Gary could not help but imagine Zara and him in bed together. The contrast of her fairness and his dark skin would be interesting to say the least. He wondered about the size of his penis. Gary was acutely conscious of just how small his was. Still, it did all the right things and if Zara found it 'sweet' then he was not going to complain!

It was obvious Charlie was getting fractious and Zoe put him to her breast. Zara watching with interest as the bra was unclipped and Charlie latched on.

"What's it feel like? Is nursing nice?"

The conversation got very girly and Gary's mind wandered thinking of Tony and Zara at it, the interesting contrast of light and dark. He would like to see that!

It is funny to watch a contented baby literally fall off the breast fast asleep, looking just a little bloated! Zoe went to put Charlie down.

"So you are back for the summer?"

"Well I'm here for a bit, then Tony's coming down and we are off to France for a week and a bit; then I'm up to his place and back for the last week or so of the hols."

"Hotel in France?"

"No camping by the sea; sand, sea and sex -- I hope! Isn't Charlie a poppet. You did so well there. Zoe's so happy."

"If it was me. Might have been Tom."

"Doubt it. You'd have washed him away in any case with all your stuff. I mean Tony's got a great big cock. Yeah really long -- and thick like you - but when he comes he just dribbles. I think Tom is a bit like that -- well Zoe says... more than dribbles perhaps, but you! Fuck, Gary, you're like a geyser going off!"

"And that's sweet is it?"

"No, that's fucking sexy. It's your cock which is so sweet. Lovely little thing -- ever so sweet -- but deceptive. I love it to bits -- I do - so don't feel sorry for yourself or anything. We can fuck again before I go away can't we?"

"Of course, whenever you like. Several times would be nice!"

"I can see you are pleased to see me now!"

"Gary's pleased to see anything in a skirt -- or out of it." Zoe had come back.

"What have you guys been doing? Proper sex or are you back watching each other?" Zara was clearly interested.

"Just watching really," replied Zoe, "I really get enough sex with Tom but Charlie's a thirsty little fellow but he doesn't empty me, Zara. It's the same with a lot of the young mums and they have to express and use a breast pump."

"Yes...? Does Gary watch or something?"

"Something. He helps me out."

"Yes...? Oh, he doesn't. No not really!"

Once again Zoe undid her blouse and bra as she sat. "Come on Gary."

"She does get very full," he said apologetically before kneeling and latching on.

Perhaps almost without thinking he felt Zoe's hand cup his balls. She often did that as he sucked. The milk was flowing easily. It was good.

"Is it nice?"

Zoe looked at Zara, do you want to try?"

"Err, yeah, why not?"

"In a cup or..."

"In for a penny: in for a pound."

Tentatively Zara edged forward. Strange for both women. There was no question that it was a sexual action. Zoe leaning back in her chair. Gary coming off to watch. Zara's lips paused inches from the nipple, "I've never done anything like this."

"Oh, come, Zara, I expect you have."

"Yeah, but not recently! This feels awfully odd."

"Natural really."

Gary was watching.

"What, sucking another woman's tits?" Her hand touched as she felt the firmness and then she took the nipple tentatively between her lips and began to suck. 

"Ooh no, Zara, take more of the breast in, push it up to the roof of your mouth and then gently use your lips."

Zara came away looking a bit surprised. "Ooh, it's sweet and so warm. Um yes."

"Come on, Try again, Zara, do it properly and drink some more otherwise Gary will have to."

"I feel a bit odd doing this." But Zara returned to her nipple.

Zoe smiled and stroked Zara's hair as she drank. Zara's eyes were closed and she looked rather content. 

Gary turned back to his nipple and for the first time Zoe felt both her breasts being sucked at once -- like having twins!

How nice to have two of your best friends drinking your milk at your breast. Her hands rested on their two heads. But it was sexual.

Zoe's legs moved; her friends could not see but it was clear she was getting worked up in a sexual way. She had helped Gary to orgasm quite a few times in the recent weeks but not let him help her but now she remembered her pregnancy craving for semen. There had been no bar to touching then. Perhaps, yes perhaps, it would be nice now to share Gary's cock with Zara. Each sucking on the big nipple and sharing his cum. Passing the ejaculating cock politely from one to the other. There was after all plenty of it when it came. A sisterly sharing of a man's milk.

"Zara?"

"Yes Zoe?"

"Shall we share Gary?"

"What do you mean Zoe?"

"Shall we suck him in turns until..."

"Oh yes, please! I've been thinking about that for weeks. I just love the way he cums."

"OK then."

"Is it like musical chairs. Only one gets the prize?"

"You mean, Zara?"

"Yeah, when Gary comes."

"I'm sure we can share that too -- if we are quick!"

"It's lovely but it all comes at once!"

"And doesn't he!" Giggled Zoe as she patted Gary's still suckling head.

"I mean, it'd be nice if he came slowly -- but still all the quantity; imagine it just dribbled like your milk -- well I know it spurts a bit but you know what I mean -- we could pass it from one to the other and just drink, lovely hot creamy cum gently oozing out from Gary's cock; you suck a bit and then I suck a bit, all smooth, thick and salty."

"Zara, you are being ridiculous!"

"I know but..."

"You'd have Gary coming for five or ten minutes. Poor man would be exhausted! Think how sore his balls would be. We'd have to gently bathe them in cool water, lay them on a soft towel and make a fuss of him and them!"

Gary mentally shook his head. The idea of these two women happily sharing his penis as he just kept coming sounded simply marvellous but just not what happened. His orgasm lasted ten seconds at best and he thought that was only because he produced so much cum. He imagined it was shorter for other men. To imagine himself lying helpless for five minutes as he just came and came, slowly oozing; his balls aching with the slow release and the girls lapping him up was more than an exciting idea. The pleasure of coming for five or ten minutes as two girls did wonderful things to his erogenous zones was an unbelievable idea! Working him to get more man milk!

"We can each suck a ball together though."

"Yeah, there's two of those at least! Pity the male of the species can't do two orgasms, one from each ball. Would be so sensible. First the right goes off and then a little later he gets to fire the left and only then does he go all limp. Much better for the female of the species, you'd know you're running out of time, one has fired -- but there's still time and stiffness -- to come!"

Gary could not have agreed more but it just wasn't like that. Fantastic idea though, a double shot penis! Would he have control over which ball came first -- not that it was really, anatomically like that, but the idea was fun.

"Suck a little more, Zara, and then we'll start on Gary."

It was Gary's turn to lie back on his chair and let his friends drink his 'milk.' Lovely to lie with hands behind his head and just watch the two girls at work. They did not actually kiss -- that was not really their scene -- but if you are licking up one side of an erection and your friend is licking up the other there is only one knob and it was fairly inevitable that their tongues would touch. It was an erotic sight to Gary but once they had got over the first touch, with a fit of the giggles, it ceased to worry them. And they did what Zoe had suggested -- and it was certainly funny to see the two girls just below his penis each with one of his balls in their mouths -- right in with their lips almost closed around the lax scrotal skin -- talk about being in a vulnerable position!

"Gary tell us when you are about to come so we can take turns sucking you."

"Will do!"

The twin tongues played on, it was all very like two girls sharing an ice cream -- indeed he said so as their tongues lightly licked his fraenum -- one to each side.

"Well, girls, here I go."

Gary had done what he was told and warned them: the girls though had not decided who was to have first dibs.

"Zara, you have first suck."

"No, after you Zoe."

"It's you who... Oh!"

It was all a bit late. Gary's ejaculation fountained up between them, neither ready to receive the 'milk'. Zoe grabbed the erection and pointed it at Zara but before she had her mouth over the knob it went off again. The whole thing became a complete shambles, Gary ejaculating freely everywhere. The two girls were a complete mess; it was in their hair, down their shirts, on their faces but luckily a little on their lips.

"We were meant to be drinking that!"

"Well, I got some."

"So did I -- there's always so much but that did not exactly go to plan at all!

"Better luck next time," said Gary.

"Next time?" said Zoe.

"Yes please," he replied!

It was naughty -- very naughty -- they had drunk from each other. Well, not actually from Zara but perhaps one day... 

The end of the summer. It would not be long now before the weather got colder. Already Zara had headed back to university. The day though was sunny and still hot enough for a naked gardener to work. Gary sat in his shed, his warm, sun heated, fertiliser smelling shed; comfortably seated on his old chair looking down the garden; naked of course and with his balls hanging over the lip of the wooden chair as was his wont. He was in reflective mood. A lot had happened recently in his life and it had been good. It was not that he had started a new relationship - not a new girlfriend - but he had enjoyed sexual relations nonetheless in a way that had surprised and, he very quickly admitted, he had enjoyed immensely and, moreover, it had done wonders for his self confidence and esteem. 'She' had been so disparaging about his cock but Zoe and Zara had been quite the opposite. They had appreciated length was not everything, had relished what he had - many times! It had not been just a dream - though it had been so like his garden shed fantasies coming to life! His stumpy, thick cock grew at the memories, his thighs opening a little wider as he felt the foreskin rolling over his big knob. Had it all been just a dream? 

No, it certainly had not! There had been a lot of sex that summer and the one before. Not actually intercourse with Zoe that summer but most definitely intercourse with Zara -- quite a few times in fact and she had even slept with him thrice! And what was more, and this was a prospect for the Autumn, Zoe wanted to be pregnant again. That would mean more work for the working man...