The sunbathing over and with Gary Fowler's work day at an end, Samantha Barton's payment is about to be dispensed.
‘Aye, Mrs…Samantha, I have.' What Gary had done, is refrained from sex.
‘That’s good, that’s good. Because I have as well. I want you to know that.' She lazily extended her arm and traced a firm line on the front of his crotch, touching his penis firmly. Gary reacted positively to this approach and puffed his chest as he took in a much needed breath of air.
‘Yer daughter, won’t she be…'
‘Spying on us?’ she moved closer so that her large breasts lightly glanced his well defined stomach muscles. ‘Oh, she’s a good girl really. She knows better than to do that.'
It was something Gary doubted but it excited him none the less. Mrs. Burton pressed her fingers into his chest and pushed away. ‘Come to the house when you have finished’ she suggested. Gary was more that happy to comply.
Samantha picked up her discarded bikini top and walked elegantly away, Glancing at him over her shoulder as she went, allowing a last sight of the side of her large exposed breasts jumping playfully.
Gary cleared his work away very, very quickly.
‘Oh, I forgot those didn’t I?,' Samantha greeted him five minutes later, still semi-nude. She seemed to have no scruples about her lack of attire as she whirred around the kitchen. ‘I can be so thoughtless sometimes, put them over there would you darling?'
Poor Gary put the wine and glasses on the granite worktop. He had found himself totally out of his depth when it came to the ocean like charms of this sophisticated woman. He had not heeded Tracey’s sage advice and his father’s warning had had no effect. He was a rowing boat, tossed on a stormy seam.
Mrs. Burton placed items of food in front of him that further intimidated him. ‘Do you like olives Gary?’
‘Aye, well, no, like. I’m not sure Mrs…Samantha' Prior to meeting her, the most exotic item he had ever eaten was a Chicken Kiev, even in far off places with the army he had never strayed from the cafeteria or his compo rations.
‘I find them very sensual, the flesh really gets the juices flowing.'
Gary expected a grape-like taste. His experienced was different and he bit hard into the stone.
‘Bugger!’ he exclaimed. ‘Sorry, for mi language.'
‘Oh, don’t worry Gary,' she sipped her wine. ‘You never know?’
It took a few seconds for the rusty cogs in Gary’s brain to mesh and turn. Eventually, he realised what she meant. Blimey, he thought.
Mrs. Burton obviously grew impatient with the carefully prepared snacks. ‘Oh, let’s forget all of this nonsense and go upstairs, what do you think Gary?'
The question was a redundant one, Samantha replaced the food tray in the refrigerator and dragged Gary toward the stairs as he frantically attempted to remove his boots.
In the bedroom Samantha complacency swung the door to, and guided him to the bed, tugging at his belt. She was behaving like a very horny vixen and her refined language began to suffer as a result. ‘Oh, God’! She exclaimed, I’ve been thinking about this fucking cock for a week. ‘Jesus’! Give it to me you lovely bastard!’
Gary was shocked by her turn in countenance. All of the careful restraint she has thus far exhibited was gone and replacing it was a lust filled expression that intimidated Gary. She hastily removed his trousers, pulled down his underpants and slobbily devoured his cock, quickly sending him on his way.
The greedy sucking did not last long enough for his immediate satisfaction and Samantha stood and ripped off her expensive bikini bottoms aggressively. ‘Don’t even think of any of that nonsense you tried the other day, okay!’ she threatened and waited for him to respond. He did so by slowly shaking his head.
‘Good.’ Thus satisfied she threw herself on the bed, widened her legs, displayed her vagina to him and gave her next instruction. ‘I expect you to lick me here Gary.' She widened her labia, exposing the red oval of flesh. The entrance was already dark and enticing.
Gary was stunned and appallingly transfixed. He approached her area of intensity slowly, on his knees, and placed his hands either side of it, on each thigh, and as a result they softly widened. He gulped and looked up at Samantha’s huge breasts, beautifully positioned, heaving up and down, then looked back down at her inflamed pussy.
He had performed cunnilingus before, but had never really enjoyed it, the taste and suffocation was all a bit cock wilting for him. He would have so much rather perform sex the way he wanted.
He stopped just inches from it, the warmth bathed his face, he exhaled, sending a pulse of breath over Samantha’s sensitive vulva. She mistook Gary’s reticence for teasing and her language remained unladylike. ‘God, you fucking twat, lick my cunt! Jesus, Jesus’!
He extended his tongue as far as he could and felt Samantha’s eyes on him as he moved it closer. The big-titted mother voiced her approval as it did. ‘Yes, fucking yes’ finally it made contact. ‘Yeeesss!’ she exhorted.
Gary was very pleasantly surprised, her pussy juices were sweet to him, much as her scent had enticed him when they had first met earlier in the week. He had begun tentatively, but as he tasted more of this new lover he began to enjoy his task.
‘Push it in. Fuck, fuck’! Demanded Samantha. Gary felt no reason to object, he moved his hands either side of his head and stretched her crotch skin further apart. His pushed his face down and his folate began to explore the inside of this new delight. ‘Yes, Yes. Fuck, shit!’ Samantha screamed. He had gone past the point of wondering what effect all of this noise would be having in other parts of the house.
He pressed his nose into her lower belly, it was soon joined by the back of Samantha’s fingers that were obviously impatient to bring this whole episode to a conclusion.
A few minutes later and Gary’s mouth began to tire as he felt the lovely young widow disappear into her own world of passion. Her legs began to tremble and her language became even more obscene. ‘Oh, keep licking, fuck! Keep your cunting tongue moving. Jesus, fuck!’
Gary began to detect a change, a growing wetness in her previously rich, moist hole. This coincided with a reduction in her vocalisations and movements and the beginning of a shuddering that vibrated her big tits. Samantha grasped her nipples hard. ‘…Nnngg, I’m cumming!’ Gary suspected as much.
Mrs. Barton’s body tensed into a statue-solid rigidity as her end came. This was replaced by small jerky shocks after which, in turn, came huge electrifying jolts of movement. Gary’s face was met by a wall of liquid that pulsed again and again into his face. Samantha Burton was squirting her love juices at the end of a seismic orgasm. And Gary Fowler, the swimming pool maintenance man, had delivered it
He lifted his soaked head and shook it in confusion. Samantha gasped and panted as she recovered from the experience. Finally, she spoke. ‘Gary Fowler, you do have a magic tongue don’t you?’ she sounded more composed than he might have expected.
‘Aye. I didn’t know I had.'
‘’Oh, you’ll do. You will do very well.' She expressed. Gary, as was his nature, did not delve too carefully into the meaning of this.
Samantha lifted herself to kneel, swinging her breasts as she did and focused on Gary’s attentive manhood. ‘Now, what are we going to do with you eh? Are we going to make you shoot your dirty spunk everywhere, mmm?' She addressed his penis and not Gary himself. It made him feel a little neglected. ‘Or shall I put you in my warm deep cunt and milk you. Then you can spurt all of your lovely goodness right inside me.'
The penis answered for itself and nodded with his pulse after the second suggestion. ‘Oh, that’s such a good choice. Tell your master to lie flat on the bed.' The message was duly passed on.
Samantha placed her feet either side of his hips and bit the left side of her bottom lip as she sneered into his eyes. She bent her legs slightly and probed her own pussy with two fingers. ‘Mmm, that will be just right for him. Mmm.' She gave Gary another instruction. ‘Point that big cock upright Gary. I want to sink on to it.' He took hold of the base and pointed it as perpendicularly as he could.
‘I want you to empty those fucking balls into me Gary.’ she whispered, then bent her legs further and began to crouch until the exposed glans of his cock buffered into her loose vulva. He let out a long sigh. ‘Ooo, you like that don’t you.? Samantha oozed. She lowered herself further and the large head popped into her welcoming twat. She breathed out an exaggerated “O” at him, and, like a weak suction pump, her pussy drew him in until his pubic bone and hers met in an easy, beautiful union. ‘Oh, yes you lovely fucker. I love your big fat cock!’
She placed the flat of her hands on his chest as she squatted over him. Her knees were wide apart and her feet flat on the bed clothes as she constrained her voluptuous breasts between her biceps. ‘Gary. Squeeze my nipples.'. she demanded. He obliged, and Samantha screamed at the ceiling ‘Oh shit!’ she exposed her teeth in a long panting sequence of emotions. ‘Ooo, are you ready for something special Gary?' She asked dirtily.
‘Aye, aye!' he replied, feeling the blood rising to alarming levels in his middle extremities. On this confirmation Samantha began to concentrate and all of a sudden Gary began to feel an alien pressure slowly running down the shaft of his cock. He lifted his head to look at their union. He saw the skin of her folds around the junction twitch sharply and gasped for air. It was as though a loose, slippery rubber grommet had been snapped onto his cock and was being rolled up and down. He realised that this was being generated by Samantha’s well trained vaginal walls. ‘Christ!’ he blasphemed out loud.
Mrs. Barton’s face lit up in a lustful glow. ’Ooo, yes. Your dick feels so nice to milk. Mmm.' She began to augment the internal massage with well controlled bounces that perfectly timed with the soft contractions she was generating. The position of her hips meant that his cock suffered no painful sideways movement and experienced only the supreme pleasure that her undoubted skill gave. Samantha saw Gary’s face change. He was getting close and she slowed, drawing out the joy that this unique experience was giving. It was time for her to become even more lewd.
‘Gary, could you tell I was ovulating, when you were licking my pussy?' She asked obscenely, meanwhile continuing her slow bouncing and milking. ‘I want you to fill it up Gary, shoot all of that lovely spunk deep into my cunt.'
‘Oh, fuck!’ murmured Gary. Samantha removed her right hand from his chest and reached around for his balls. He began to panic, fearing a repeat of the testicle squeezing that she gave to him four days before, but to his relief she just cupped them, monitoring their readiness.
‘Give me your cum Gary. Shoot it, shoot it deep inside me. Bathe my eggs Gary. Fertilise me, please!’
The last demand did the trick and he finally felt the anaesthetic pause in emotion he knew so well. No amount of composure was going to stop this, his legs began to shake as the limbic part of the brain took control. Samantha’s fingers, timed to perfection, began to softly massage his testicles and Gary’s prostate began twitching and firing. He finally felt the release and the soft walls of her vagina began extracting his white spunky juice. There seemed to be no end to his testicular contractions and pulse after pulse of his sperm was ejected deep into Mrs. Barton’s energetic cervix.
Her skill didn’t stop until Gary was done and she encouraged his genetic transfer with loud and disgusting words. ‘Fuck, Gary. Yes, give it to me. Give me your fucking cum!’ He, in return was equally vocal, shouting wordless cries that must have echoed through the whole house.
Finally after what seemed to Gary like an hour of total ecstasy, he had finished. The last spasm of what must undoubtedly have been seedless, thin seminal fluid had been milked out by this wonder of nature.
Samantha Barton lay back, and his still hard cock slipped out of her warm home and slapped against his stomach. Her quivering pussy lips held tight on to it’s meal, until she reached down and loosened their remaining rigidity. A large, dollopy gush of semen burst forth and afterward lay in a trail across the lower part of her bottom. Gary guessed that much more remained inside, performing it’s reproductive work.
At last Gary came to his senses, his visual focus returned, he scanned the scene and Samantha looked lustfully at him. ‘Ooo, that’s made me all horny again.' He looked around; the bedroom door was ajar. A face was visible. He started and panicked as Samantha sat suddenly on his middle. ‘Is that you sweetie pie?’ she called.
‘Yes Mummy.' Came the reply.
‘Come in, come in,' Samantha said fussily, ‘you may as well see this.'
Rachel slipped sheepishly into the room, clad now, not only in her bikini bottoms, but also a tight little t-shirt that pressed her tits into two high and pronounced pillows.
‘Mr. Fowler and I were having sex Rachel, and I must say he was being most obliging.'
‘Yes Mummy.' She looked pained. ‘Mummy, is it true? Has Mr. Fowler fertilised your eggs?'
‘Oh no Honey Bunny, come here!’ the two gave each other a motherly, daughterly embrace. ‘Sweetie, sometimes girls say things to boys to make them excited, so that they can make them excited in return, that’s all. Mummy isn’t really going to have a baby. Certainly not with Mr. Fowler.’ Gary was not included in this conversation, even though is was happening just three feet away. In his post coital gloom he felt greatly put out.
Rachel pouted and sulked and her mother comforted her. ‘Oh, darling. Do you want another little brother or sister? Oh! Little baby’! They hugged again.
‘I guess not Mummy after all I do have cousins. Annie and Debby.' Rachel replied.
‘And Sam and Jacob!’
‘Yes, the boys too.'
‘Yes, there my little dumpling. Oh.' Samantha changed her tone and spoke to Gary. ‘Where are my manners? Mr. Fowler. Did you have a good experience?’ Gary was bemused by the ordinariness of the question.
‘Oh, Aye. It were fantastic, Sama…I mean Mrs. Barton.'
’That’s excellent, now Rachel. Do you remember our conversation a few weeks ago about your duties as a good lover following intercourse?'
‘I think so Mummy,' She replied, 'you have to make sure the man is clean and won’t….er.'
‘Retain any semen beneath his foreskin. If he has one of course, and Mr. Fowler has a lovely loose foreskin.'
‘I remember Mummy.'
‘Well, how do we do that?’
Rachel thought hard for a moment. ‘Do we take them into the shower and wash it?’
‘Or?'
‘We can…Mummy that sounds so horrible!’
‘No, peachy poo,’ Samantha hugged her daughter again. ‘We need to be brave if we want to grow up to be a good strong woman, Mmm?'’
‘’Yes Mummy.'
‘So what do we do?’
‘We roll back the foreskin and clean it off in own mouths.' Rachel recited.
‘Yes darling, and now Mr. Fowler’s penis is semi limp, it is far easier to do. Watch me now Hun, Okay?’
‘Okay.'
Gary sat absolutely gobsmacked by the conversation until he was interrupted. ‘Mr. Fowler, if you don’t mind?’
‘Eh? Oh, right!’ Gary obliged and lay back flat once more. He felt his cock being manhandled. Due to Samantha’s natural lubrication and vigour, the foreskin slipped down his shaft easily.
‘Now, see these glistening slimy patches here Rachel? That is semen and if left to accumulate this will add to the smegma and will cause infection. Now watch.'
Mrs. Barton took Gary’s semi soft penis into her mouth and moved her lips down past his bulb and half way down the shaft. Then she rotated her tongue around the entire circumference several times. Gary hissed in slight discomfort.
‘Is that hurting him Mummy?’ asked Rachel.
Samantha emerged from her fellatio. ‘No honey, but even if it did it’s for their own good. Now, do you see the head of the penis, here?’
‘The bell end?’
‘Yes darling, well, where it joins the shaft is an area where we need to clean carefully, the same here on this crevice the other side.' Samantha demonstrated this necessity and Gary squirmed again. ‘There,' Samantha smiled. ‘all clean!’
‘All clean’! Parroted Rachel.
‘Now, run along darling, Mummy and Mr. Fowler have something to discuss.'
‘Yes, Mummy. Thanks Mummy.' Rachel partially turned and remembered her upbringing. ‘Thanks Mr. Fowler, bye Mr. Fowler.'
‘That’s a good girl,' replied Samantha, who watched her daughter skip away out of her bedroom.
‘Oh, Gary. She is such hard work. I wish she were more academically minded then this instruction wouldn’t be necessary, but the way things are, I really think it’s going to give her the best chance in life. Don’t you agree?'
Gary could not but agree. ‘Aye, it’s a useful set o’ skills that’s for sure.'
‘Yes, and that’s why I think you are an important part of her development.'
This completely pole-axed Gary. ‘Well, to be honest, I just, like, came to mend a swimming pool and maybe ‘ave a bit o’ fun on’t side like.' He felt a need to protest a little, though deep down, he knew it was hopeless.
‘I know Gary, but she likes you a lot and she would be really disappointed if you wouldn’t help.'
‘Oh, I’ve got to think it over Mrs…Samantha I really ‘ave.'
‘I understand, but in the meantime. No playing with ourselves eh?' I might not be able to come out to see you until Tuesday so save yourself for me. Is that Ok?’