Chapter 10 - Great grandfather's hoe rises again
Gary had been working all morning in his garden. The day had started cloudy but the sun had come out to brighten things up and it had been further brightened by the appearance of Melanie at his garden gate in the early afternoon. She had come in from the loke, her dress swishing around her knees and, despite having seen Gary in the all together before, had blushed at seeing him naked but for boots and hat. She had come around to ask him to do some gardening again whilst she and Harry were away. "I thought you might like a cup of coffee whilst we discuss."
"Shall I dress?"
"Harry's not at home. I don't want to put you to any trouble. No, don't bother. You are decorative enough as you are." A rather girlish giggle. It boded well.
And so a naked Gary and a clothed Melanie had walked out of his garden, across the loke and into her garden.
As always for Gary it was very pleasant sitting chatting with an attractive woman; better still as he was naked; even better if she had been too.
That Melanie soon began talking about the voyeurism trip suggested to Gary that something sexual was in the offing. How it had excited her, made her feel like a naughty schoolgirl doing something wrong with a friend.
"I do wonder if Harry would like the voyeurism?"
"Suspect so. He's a man. Men like to watch!" Replied Gary.
"Should I take him? It'd be like when we were young, going out into the dark all naked. It'd be so exciting. Sneaking into their garden and watching them fuck as we did the same. I like the idea of being on my knees, feeling the grass beneath them and sucking on Harry's cock as we watched perhaps the very same thing going on inside."
She was being very pleasantly open in her thoughts. It did not take much to give Gary an erection. He was erect!
"Perhaps soixantte-neuf."
"Indeed but did you mean inside or out in the garden!"
"Both - I suppose!"
"Gary. This is so odd. Talking to you about sex so freely and there you are sitting in my garden, stark naked with your cock pointing at the sky. Well, I've got damp knickers so I think we should do something about this but, of course, no touching and most definitely no sliding up and down my bottom this time!"
Gary smiled at the memory. "Do you want me to call if I spot anything going on down the loke?"
"Mmmm. If Harry is home I might take him: if not I might just meet you at the garden gate!"
"Shall I get great grandfather's hoe?"
He did not wait for an answer. He would like to see Melanie with that again! From Melanie and Harry's shed he walked back with it in his hand. It was just the sort of thing he loved, being naked in a garden, being erect and walking towards a welcoming, smiling and pleasantly rounded woman. She had not moved, had not taken her dress off or unbuttoned it but next to her on the garden seat was a neatly folded pair of panties.
"No touching?" asked Gary.
"No."
"Does this count?" He moved his chair well backwards and carefully extended the hoe, holding its business end and sending the rounded, rather bulbous end towards Melanie. He might have had a short, stumpy erection but it was almost as if he was extending a five foot erection - a real 'woody' one in her direction. Some men's penises when fully erect stand right up in the air, Gary's certainly did; other men stand at a rough forty-five degrees; others are as horizontal as a rule; whilst others still, despite being firm and unbending point, towards the ground, perhaps because of their weight!
For his purpose he needed to be horizontal. He extended the hoe towards Melanie and pushed its end under the material of her dress and lifted it a little exposing rather more thigh. It was a pleasant thing to do.
Melanie made a 'tchuk' sound, "I suppose not: it is very close though."
Gary pushed a little further, rubbing the smooth wood to and fro against the inside of a thigh. The thighs parted a little inside the dress. He noticed and felt a twitch to his penis. His natural desire was asserting itself. His natural desire to be within those thighs and his penis inside the woman making ready to inseminate.
"Would it be, I wonder, touching or even sexual intercourse if I wore a condom and was able to enter you and come without so much as an inch of our bare flesh touching. You could probably even roll the condom on without touching!"
"That's an interesting question Gary - the answer would be a no of course - you can't do that - but certainly it raises the question. I'm not sure this..." she tapped the wooden shaft beneath her dress, "...does not count despite you sitting five foot from me. Oooh..." her thighs opened wider, "that's nice, very big and hard."
Gary had pushed the knob a little further, towards the golden curls he knew to be under the dress, towards the soft wetness he also knew to be there. Was great grandfather's knob touching the pronounced clitoral hood he also knew to be there? He poked gently. It is what a man does to a woman - poke at her sex.
It was not just Gary's poking but Melanie's wriggling as well. She was clearly enjoying the feel of something hard between her legs. It was not so much Gary who pushed the thing in as Melanie. He felt it held, that he could not move the thing so much. Her moving hips also were an indication.
"Not really fair is it Gary? You can't feel a thing! I can! Go on, wank. I like seeing that."
With one hand he did that and with the other he moved the hoe gently inside Melanie and watched her pleasing reactions. After a time he pulled the knob from her and lifted the hoe's end upwards. Of course it lifted the dress and gave Gary a very pleasing view of thighs, fair hair and a rather open vagina - it had, after all, recently had a thick wooden dildo in it.
"Gary!"
He lifted the hoe further into the air letting the material of the dress drop back until its end was up in the air like an enormously long penis rising high above Melanie. Perhaps at that height it might have even been visible over the top of the fence separating Melanie's garden from the next. Gary brought the hoe back, his hand moving up the shaft towards the bulbous end as he let the hoe end gradually disappear between his legs and under his seat. At just a foot remaining showing he paused. It was as if he had a really impressive albeit wooden erection sticking out from the junction of his thighs, his own little thing rather hidden by it. A man cannot have everything and nice as it looked to have a foot long cock he did not have that at all. A man cannot have everything but Gary did seem to have enough women to keep him more than happy even if he was desperately undersized in the genitalia department.
"Gary!" Melanie was shaking her head but certainly smiling.
"Gary - no!"
He had slid the hoe even further back and left just the end right next to his own organ, two stumpy cocks - a double barrelled penis! But that was not what had caused Melanie's call of disapproval. It was not even the way he was rubbing his penis against the wooden cock with his other hand - it was the fact the wooden end to the hoe, delightfully penile in shape, bulbous indeed, was very wet with Melanie and he was systematically coating his own erection with her sexual lubrication. It was wet and slippery and felt very good on his penis. It, too, was now wet and slippery.
"Gary - I don't think... that was not the idea!"
He raised a wet finger to his lips and sucked it.
"Mmmm," he said.
"Gary, I'll smack your bottom and send you home. You stop that."
"I could come over and nuzzle."
Her thighs shut within her dress. "No you can't."
But she bit her lip. It was obvious to Gary she liked the idea. Almost what could be nicer for a woman than to sit out in the warm sunshine, open her thighs and have a naked man come dog like on all fours, his erect genitalia hanging, and bring her to an oral orgasm with lapping tongue as she gently patted his head within her dress.
Gary extended the hoe once more, again up in the air but towards Melanie's head, towards her mouth.
"Gary! I'm not..." But the wooden phallus, was there right in front of her face not quite bumping against her lips but close. It was, of course, still wet from her.
Men like the idea. They like the idea of taking a dildo from a woman's sex all wet from her and moving it to her mouth, to know she is tasting her own juices, better still to rise from fucking, penis gloriously erect, the sap still aching to rise up the shaft, the knob so very wet from her and slide it between the girl's lips so she firstly tastes her own lubrication before it is followed by the hot, salty spurtings - the taste of the male!
Even better, for men, to see a woman taste another woman. Perhaps vicariously with the men offering the tasting as they rise with their wet penises from one woman to place it in a different woman's mouth. Or, indeed, to watch two women lie together soixante-neuf whilst the men rest. But, of course, never the other way around - no, not at all. Never to slip your own male lips around your friend's cock despite it dripping with his girlfriend's lovely juices, a girlfriend you have lusted over and imagined again and again fucking, and indeed nuzzling, and taste her that way. Perhaps you have not, until this evening, seen her naked, far less fucked, yet you would be appalled to taste her vicariously as he tastes your girl upon you.
More than happy to see the two girls taste each other on a dildo or, indeed, a swapped penis. Your girl tasting your friend's girl. But not to taste the other girl on him or, horror of horrors, to taste you friend, the other man directly or indirectly. Would you not be appalled that your girlfriend should want to kiss you with a mouth full of the fresh ejaculate of your friend. There is such a great inconsistency in male sexual desire!
"Go on Melanie, you know you want to!"
And of course she did. What sexually aroused woman does not want to suck a cock? Best really to have one to ride and another to suck. Two men certainly the preferred fantasy! Melanie, perhaps, was only feigning reluctance for her mouth opened and she slipped her lips over the end of great grandfather's knob as Gary held it for her.
So pleasingly erotic to see Melanie's lips spread around a cock substitute; pleasanter still, perhaps, to have seen her mouth holding a real erection and best of all for it to have been his, to feel her tongue tickling and a gentle suction.
Her eyes were closed and she was moving as if the wooden knob was real. It was a delight.
Melanie's hand came up and steadied the wooden pole - and even then she was doing it right, it was as if she was holding an erect penis, she held it carefully between thumb and forefinger as her lips moved back and forth.
Her eyes opened and she took the hoe from her mouth. It was quite obvious her focus was on Gary's very real erection.
