“Hallo Gary. Um, guess why I’m here.” Gary had not seen Zoe for a couple of days
Another few minutes and she would have been too late! The semen she wanted might have pooled in his hand or he might just have pretended to join the imagined young men in their fertility ritual and cum on the fresh tilled earth. Gary’s semen was, though, still in his body. Obvious Zoe wanted it transferred to her.
“Would you like it — in my shed?”
“That’d be nice, Gary. Charlie can play outside. Can’t you, Charlie? You can play here with your tractor.”
“Tactor!”
Gary’s fresh tilled earth was now going to be worked across by a toddler with a toy tractor. It might need some more work afterwards! But the naked gardener had some other tilling and drilling to do.
“Oh, Gary, you’re hard already. Doesn’t take much with you.”
“Well, I was, you see…”
“Oh, you weren’t? You naughty boys and your cocks. Can’t leave them alone. Were you doing this?” Zoe’s hand on his cock, sliding his skin, just as he had been doing. “Just like this was it? But wouldn’t you like me to suck instead?” Zoe’s voice deepened and became husky. She brought her tongue up and licked her upper lip. It was very sexy. The shed door was closed and it was just the two of them inside. Zoe lowered herself, pausing to suck one of Gary’s little nipples on the way, and then she was sucking. Sucking his cock, the big purple plum in her mouth.
Wonderful. Just wonderful. Almost too wonderful.
“When you’re pregnant, Zoe, you won’t give up on sucking me will you? Though perhaps you’d better stop now.”
“Oh no,” still the husky voice as she rose, “any time, Gary, you only need to ask. I’ll suck your cock anytime. You make me pregnant, and I’ll always suck your cock.” Her eyes, though, were looking out of the shed window checking on Charlie.
Years afterwards, perhaps? Might Zoe want a third pregnancy, or might copulation cease once the job was done? Might fucking be a distant memory but Zoe still happy to fellate.
“I’d better undress hadn’t I, if you are going to fuck me.”
“Yes please!” Gary had undressed Zoe quite a few times, but it was good to just watch. Her blouse, jeans, brassiere and importantly knickers to be removed before he could inseminate her. Her undressing was not done really to arouse. It was clear Gary was already aroused and capable. But it was done to please. Done slowly with one eye out of the window at Charlie. A slow unbuttoning of the blouse, a slow reveal of the white brassiere, an undoing of the brass button to the jeans, a peek of red knickers, a turning and a lowering revealing Zoe’s ample bottom partly clad in those red knickers.
“I’m going to have to take these off, aren’t I and be naked in your shed.”
“It is a shed for being naked.”
Zoe lowered her knickers revealing her dark pubic hair and wide hips, her full bottom leaving Gary’s chubby, dark haired, pretty and very womanly neighbour as naked as he. Quite obvious to anyone looking through the window what was going to happen. A naked man and a woman — with the man’s erection standing.
“I feel rather naked.”
Gary’s eyebrows rose, “You are, Zoe, beautifully naked, not a stitch…”
“I haven’t, I haven’t any of Tom’s cum within me. He didn’t… this morning, but I think… I think I’m ovulating. I need… I need your sperm.”
“Of course, Zoe, it is yours.”
“I’d rather Tom… but we must…”
“Perhaps tonight, Tom could…” It was good. It added to Gary’s excitement. Tom’s semen was missing! It would just be him. His short, stumpy cock was very soon going to inseminate all on its own. Flying solo — sort of. So lucky he had not just cum in his shed — on himself as he sometimes did. Much better to fill Zoe.
“Come on, Gary, fuck me. Fuck Zoe hard and well.”
Zoe hopped up on the table and Gary moved his wanking chair out of the way. Zoe at penis height upon the table, Zoe thrusting her sex forward for him. Dark pubic hair and that so exciting joining between her legs there on his table. He reached out, feeling her, testing her. Fingers to bush, fingers walking downwards into her sex. Fingers touching soft femininity. Fingers feeling wetness, fingers probing. A finger and then two pushing inwards. Hot and wet but not slippery with cum. No Tom. None of Tom’s cum this time. And even without Tom’s help, Zoe was lubricated enough.
“Go on, Gary.”
Gary walked into her — really in, as far as his short cock could go, his balls against the tabletop.
“Big, Gary. You’re always so big!”
He pulled her to him, pulling her breasts against him, hugging her. Tom was a lucky man. It was good to share his wife — even if Tom did not know, and perhaps best he did not. Over the top of Zoe’s head, Gary could see Charlie playing happily with his tractor. A good little lad — the fruit of a previous copulation with Zoe. Yes, the fruit of his loins, though he tried hard not to be too paternal in his thoughts of Charlie. He was Tom’s son, not his… really. Gary began to move, making the fucking motion, his balls banging against the edge of the table.
“Mmmm, that’s nice, Gary. Kiss me.”
A glance at Charlie (all well) and Gary lowered his face to Zoe’s upturned face and kissed her on the lips, her tongue came out and between his. That did not happen often. A proper fuck — penis in vagina and tongues in each other’s mouth. Squelchy, fucking noises from below as tongues caressed. Gary looked up.
“I’m sorry, Zoe, but Charlie’s heading in the direction of the pond.” He stepped backwards, disconnecting sexual organs. “I can’t really go like this.”
Zoe hopped off the table and pulled on her dress. Gary watched her through the window, clearly telling Charlie not to go near the pond and leading him back to the tilled earth. He reached down and felt his so wet cock, all slippery with Zoe’s lubrication. A good feeling and rather nice to see the folds of his foreskin all oily as he pulled them over the head and back again, For once not a hint of creamy semen — Tom’s — just Zoe wetness. It felt lovely. He was careful, though, even as he watched Zoe’s lovely, chubby body in her dress not to wank too much. It would not at all do for Zoe to return and find streaks of cum fanning out across the table where she had so recently been sitting. She would not be at all pleased to see that. She wanted it in her!