Summer at Ivanhoe (BJ, fingering, cum-eating) , a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-07-19. Times viewed: 4556.
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- Intro: Widowed mum of three youngsters Alina finds a likely guy and he’s bedazzled when receiving what he believes must be the world’s best BJ.
Athletically moulded although almost thirty-four, Alina McDonald in the privacy of her home tweaked a nipple over her t-shirt in frustration.
It was the first summer without her husband, an airline pilot who’d been fatally knifed during a bar-room brawl in Indonesia, and possibly the last summer she and Neville (12), Kate (11) and Timmy (9) would spend at their wonderful summer retreat in Ivanhoe Bay near the end of Waimate Peninsula (area permanent population: 18).
Alina had advertised against her parent’s wishes for ‘Fit guy required for one month mid-summer to teach three young children leadership, beach and water skills as a fatherly figure. $500 a week plus all-found, children must not be physically disciplined or bullied. Personal transport to the secluded remote located bay and return is the responsibility of the successful applicant.’
Alina had expected to get a few responses, perhaps a dozen. She received fifty-five.
Amy Long, her mum, quickly reduced the applicants to be interviewed to three because either because the way they wrote sounded they were arrogant or a bully and the former school teacher rejected guys why were bad at spelling or their hand-writing was poor. She expected better than that for her grandchildren.
Smiling because she could always count on her mum being forthright, Alina went through the same list and deleted one applicant her mum had short-listed and added two more names from her mom’s reject list.
Amy looked at the rejected application and said, “Penis too small?”
Her daughter sighed thinking one had to be tolerant of one’s mother, especially one who acted as the matriarch of the extended family, self-appointed of course. Amy and husband Les had another two daughters and a son, all married, only one couple with a child but because they were all younger than Alina, Amy would say, a little impatiently, “Give them time.”
Four of the five applicants turned up at Alina’s inner-city home for interviews, the fifth calling to apologize for being unable to attend as planned because his mother wanted him to take her to a funeral.
“Don’t you want the job?”
“Yes definitely.”
“Well?”
“Well what,” he said calmly.
“Aren’t you going to plead?”
“No and put yourself in my position: if you have a mother and she didn’t like driving a long distance even to the funeral of her best friend she’d first met when she was twelve during summer at the beach which do you choose, the chance of a great summer job or putting your mother first? Think about it. Bye.”
“Wait,” Alina cried, but too late.
She went to her desk and picked up his letter, his very brief letter.
‘This job sounds great for me. I helped to raised two sub-12 boys and they were great kids before the divorce and now, well they are coping with their new environment and an indifferent stepfather. I’m more impressive as a conversationalist and suggest you interview me. I’m thirty-six, a divorcee and currently unattached, a former youth boxer, former high school sprint champion, and now swim and cycle for fitness. Ex-Army with a bachelor degree in computer science earned while in the force. I now work as an IT consultant whose potential clients take off all mid-summer. This must appeal to you Mrs? Bye from Charlie Summers.’
Yes but how long was his dick, Alina sighed and then shaking her head in disbelief she cried, “What!”
“Mum you’re talking to yourself again,” Kate said, arriving at the fridge to grab a chocolate bar.
Alina picked up the applications of the other four finalists and marked them on points out of five. One was marked with two points and the other three each received three points.
She marked Mr Summer’s letter and had to look back to find where she’d cheated but found nothing. She read his application to mark him down for spelling mistakes but found none. She left her marking stand at five and wondered about her sanity.
Alina and her mum conducted the interviews and all were advised they would be contacted next day.
“Well mom?”
“I’m not impressed.”
“Well here’s how I marked their applications.”
Amy skimmed through them and said, “Yes I would say that’s a fairly accurate assessment. Where’s that other guy’s letter?”
“Mum I told you he couldn’t show for the interview because he felt obliged to take his mum to her best friend’s funeral.”
“Well that gives him two points automatically. The letter please dearest.”
Alina handed over the application and sat fiddling her left nipple.
Her mom tossed back the letter and said, “Well that’s it then.”
“What is?”
“This Charlie also gets my marking of seven points out of the maximum of five. Hire him and perhaps you’ll be lucky and find he has a long and fat penis.”
“Mum please stop teasing me.”
“Usually the boot’s on the other foot darling. Oh am I enjoying this.”
* * *
It was January, midsummer in New Zealand. The family was having lunch under an awning on the front deck and everyone knew Charlie was due sometime that day.
“Mr Summers is not coming. He’s probably gone to the wrong peninsula,” Kate said. “I’m going to cry.”
“Anyone who cries does the dishes,” Amy said, and Kate held back her tears.
A light aircraft flew over and circled.
“Bloody city yuppies,” Neville scowled.
“Watch your language boy,” said his grandfather who laughed indulgently when his grandson inquired, “Is yuppie really a swear word?”
“Les get up and kick his ass for being such a smarty.”
“No Amy, that boy is learning to use his brain. Why knock it?”
The aircraft circled back to the far side of the bay and Timmy yelled, “Someone has jumped from that plane.”
“Don’t be silly,” said his mom. “Oh it see, a parachutist. That person is really dumb. It will take him hours to walk out of the bay area on that side.”
Les, still with a keen eye, said: “It’s not a parachute, the guy or woman has a canopy and can steer it with precision.”
The family left the table to watch and Les said, “Well what do you know. It’s our kids’ summer tutor and he’s intending to land on our lawn.”
“But he’s going the wrong way,” Alina said.
“No, he’ll swing to come back to cut across the direction of the breeze to slow his descent to give him more control.”
“Dad how the hell do you know all these things?”
“Watch your language girl. The kids are here.”
“Since when has the word ‘things’ been a swear word,” Alina said, the older folk and Neville laughed.
The parachutist landed on the big lawn of slow-growing grass and as he was gathering in his rainbow striped canopy Neville raced over and said, “Hi you must be Mr Summers.”
“Indeed and what is your name kid?”
“Neville.”
“Hi Nev and thanks for the welcome.”
The others were standing close by and followed that exchange.
“Mum doesn’t like anyone calling me Nev.”
“Well it’s time she entered the 21st century. No one is called Neville these days unless they have a broomstick up their… their back.”
Amy whispered to her firing up daughter, “No dear, squeeze your left nipple hard.”
The guy pulled off his jump suit and shirt and dropped his shorts. He was wearing a swim suit and, ignoring the adults apart from a quick salute, walked to the edge of the lawn and yelled, “Come on kids, swim with me.”
Running after Charlie, Kate called, “Mummy won’t let us because of the rips. We have to go to the beach.”
“Full tide is about 11:45 Little Darling. Ask someone what the time is.”
Les called, “11: 31.”
“There are no rips at full tide; it just doesn’t work that way. Tell your mum to study ocean currents and tidal flows.”
“Mom’s a marine scientist.”
“Oh me and my big mouth Nev but then again she’s probably too protective as a mother and that clouds her good judgment when it comes to her children.”
“Dad was knifed in the guts for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, not using good judgment. I heard mum tell a friend that,” Nev called.
“Oh god what have I done bringing this family-wrecker here,” Alina said, emitting a dry sob.
“Mum can we go swimming with Mr Summers?”
Alina sighed holy fuck and so Amy called, “Yes dear, all of you can go. Be careful.”
Charlie had a look at the plank that retained the lawn from peeling away under erosion and the water was clear enough for him to check the depth. Everything looked fine.”
“Can you two older kids swim?”
They nodded.
“And are not scared of putting your head under water?”
They nodded but Kate said, “Timmy won’t learn to swim because he’s scared of water.”
“Okay Timmy, can you hold on to my back and when I call to hold your breath, can you take in a big breath as we jump before we hit the water like experts?”
“I think so.”
“Good you’re the man. We’ll plonk in the water and bob up like corks. I was scared of the sea when I was a kid and my dad did this for me and it worked. I would have been a couple of years younger than you.”
Alina turned to watch what was going on and saw Charlie swing Timmy by one arm up on to his back and guessed what was going to happen.
“No,” she screamed.
“This is Timmy and my show. You’re next mummy.”
He told the kids to run and jump in and when they surfaced and appeared to be okay he ran and jumped and he yelled to Timmy and they disappeared in a big splash.
Alina had run to the plank and was screaming, “Timmy, Timmy” as they surfaced.
“Ignored your mum, she’s hysterical,” Charlie said to the spluttering Timmy. “Are you okay pal?”
“Yes,” Timmy said, brushing hair from his eyes.
“Swim over to your sister pal, she’ll smell nicer than I do.”
“Timmy began floating with some arm movement towards Kate and his mother was yelling, “Timmy can’t swim.”
“He looks to be doing pretty well to me darling.”
Timmy went under momentarily and Charlie said, “Come a bit closer to him Little Darling. He needs to know he can reach you,” Charlie said, moving back from the kids.
Timmy reached Kate in one frantic burst of motion and she held him and kissed him.
Charlie called, “Well done pal. Look how far you swam.”
Timmy looked back and Charlie was twice as far away as he had been from Kate when the Jimmy’s swim started.
“I can swim.”
“Not yet pal but you’re on the way.”
“Are you okay with Timmy?” he asked Kate.
She nodded and Charlie said, “Keep close to them Nev and assist your sister if required. I’m going back to get your mother.”
Alina watched him jog up the boat ramp and as he closed in she said sternly, “Don’t you dare.”
“Take your watch off darling because you’re jumping in with me.”
“Don’t you dare touch me and stop calling me darling.”
Charlie leapt at her and scooped her up, Alina screaming, and as he jumped with the fully clothed woman her watch dropped on to the grass and they landed in the water with a huge splash.
Charlie let go of her and made no attempt to maul her. Alina went over to the kids and trod water and Kate pushed Timmy to their mother 3-feet away.
“I can swim.”
“You’ve started Timmy but have much to learn.
“Will you teach me?”
“Mr Summers is the better teacher.”
“But I want you to teach me. I don’t have a dad to teach me.”
Alina bent over Timmy and Charlie said, “Come on kids, let’s swim to the jetty.
They reached the jetty when Alina yelled, “My legs are cramping!”
“Stay here kids,” Charlie said, and swam back to Alina powerfully.
“You continue to hold Jimmy,” he said. “I’ll get you both to the ramp.”
“Oooh God my legs hurt.”
“Where?”
“Left inside thigh, right calf. Oooh, I haven’t been touched there for a long time. Down a bit.”
“Sorry.”
“You couldn’t help it reaching over Timmy like that. Actually it’s easing. I sometimes have a reaction like this to red wine. Dad and I knocked off a bottle of cab sav last night.”
“You should choose a lighter red.”
“Dad only had Cabernet Sauvignon. It’s the only wine he drinks.”
“Are you okay Timmy.”
“Yes thanks Mr Summers. This is an adventure.”
“Jimmy call me Charlie.”
“No,” said his mom.
“Why not mom?”
“Ouch,” she groaned as a cramp spasm seized her lower leg.
The kids were waiting for them on the ramp.
Nev took Jimmy from their mum.
Charlie told Alina, “I’m carrying you to a chair.”
There was no objection and she asked Kate to retrieve her watch on the grass near where she jumped in.
“Oh god, this is embarrassing,” Charlie groaned.
“I know, I can feel it against my rump. Stand behind the chair and I’ll hobble on to it. Actually the knotting feeling is practically gone. Do you always get a hard-on with damsels you rescue?”
“God you are beginning to sound almost like a normal woman of your age.”
She laughed and said daringly, “I’ll think about rewarding you with sex for rescuing me.”
“What about making the swimming break-through with Jimmy?”
“Well that reward will have to be on another occasion won’t it?”
“Yeah and I wonder why I feel lucky. I bet you never expect an introduction to me like you’ve had today.”
“I couldn’t have imagined it turning out like this in a thousand years. You’re close to being up my butt.”
She squealed as Charlie almost dropped her in shock. He recovered and she said, “Sorry, I’d almost forgotten I occasionally made outlandish comments like that in intimate moments.”
“Yeah well I’d call that a really intimate moment.”
They laughed.
The kids had gone off to shower and Les said with authority, “Post red wine cramp?”
“Yes dad.”
“No sympathy you drank more than half share.”
Amy said, “Don’t leave her here Charlie. Take her to her bedroom to undress. Perhaps you could shoo the kids from the shower.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Call me Amy. You two look good together.”
There was no response to that but as they got indoors Alina said, “Mum obviously didn’t spot your boner otherwise she wouldn’t have said that.”
“Jesus Alina, give a guy a break.”
In the bedroom she whispered, “Do you wish to undress me?”
He looked at her wet clothes sticking to her to outline her curves and licked his lips. He then looked toward the wall where they could hear the kids in the only bathroom.
“Look once again I’m caught between a rock and a hard place. I best be responsible and attend to the kids. Um is it really okay for Kate to be showering with the boys?”
“It ends at her next birthday.”
“Wow you already have a plan. Good on you. Bye. Um great body.”
* * *
Alina shed her wet clothes, all too aware she was hanging out for sex. In the almost thirteen months since her husband’s death she’d had sex in very spaced out intervals with husbands of three of her friends, unsure of whether their wives knew about it and only one guy on each occasion of course. A threesome or a foursome had never been discussed.
When seeking to hire a guy for the month of midsummer, she’d wondered perhaps after a couple of weeks something might light up between them. Well, well, this Charlie was dynamite. On his first day he’d had her in his arms, rescued her and had his penis rubbing on her bum almost over her anus and then less than ten minutes later she’d invited him to undress her.
Alina shook her head in wonder. One of them was over-sexed. She wondered which one of them and thought she’d call it a draw.
He was such a likeable guy.
* * *
In the morning Alina heard a commotion. The bastard was yelling at her kids to get out of bed.
She peered at her watch. Jesus it was only 7:00.
Alina leapt out of bed and went after the hard-ass cur.
“What the hell are you waking up my children this early?” she thundered, pushing a wandering breast back through the wide armpit of her nightdress, but too late. He’d taken in a real eyeful.
“This is between the kids and me. Please keep out… nay I plead to you, please do not interfere. You being a marine biologist might not be aware this is the best part of the day. I could have got them up at 5:30 but hey, they’re on holiday and I thought and I should give them a break.
“You are telling me to butt out. Very well, what do you have planned for my children?”
“I’ll leave it to them to tell you when were return at 9:30 for breakfast.”
“They eat breakfast at 8:00 every day of the year.”
“Well for this month they eat when I tell them. We are on the way out and they’ll have what I have, a glass of milk and walk out eating an apple.”
“We’ll blow our milk ration at that rate.”
“Then tell me when we’re low and I’ll phone dad. My parents live just across from here on the mainland on their cattle farm. He’ll air-drop any other provisions you want, including fresh meat. One day we’ll boat across to their farm and dad will take the kids up in his Cessna and you and your parents too in a second flight if you wish. The plane only has passenger seats for three.”
The kids had come out each dressed in t-shirt, shorts and sneakers and heard that last bit and were looking at their leader big-eyed and grinning.
Hey, Alina thought. These were the kids who’d told her they didn’t want a hired guy telling them what to do every day and ruining their summer. She grinned and wondered what the hell was happening here?
“Well?” he challenged, looking at her groin.
“Have a good morning,” she said, turning and stomping off. Only when she flopped on to the bed did she remember what Kate had told her about this particular nightdress… ‘Mum it clearly shows the outline of what you have down there and your breasts may as well be bared’.
Alina pounded the pillow and ended up giggling. Well that was better than throwing the bedside lamp at the far wall.
At 9:28 Alina was standing nervously on the front deck. What mother in the entire world would let a total stranger take her children into a forest for 2½ hours and…
She heard it, distinctly, a man and children halfway through singing, ‘Ten Green Bottles’. Omigod, when she went to a school camp when she was thirteen they had this amazing male teacher and he taught them that song when they were making the long return to camp and time just seemed to fly.
Joyfully she rushed to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. She and her parents had eaten at 8:00.”
“Is that my grandchildren singing?” asked her mother. “My they have improved. I thought they’d be exhausted after all this time out in the forest.”
Alina interrupted her humming an excerpt from ‘Madam Butterfly’ to call, “Not my children.”
The kids appeared, Neville in the lead. They had their t-shirts tied around their waists and their faces and chests were stained in tattoo-like markings and around their heads were a plaited band of flax with a sea-gull feather standing upright.
“War party halt. We have Pakeha waiting to be entertained on our marae,” said Neville. “Haka group take your positions.”
Kate went to his right side and Jimmy to his left.
Charlie began chanting a Maori war dance and the kids chanted with him and did some appropriate actions and pulled frightening faces. They obviously needed a lot more rehearsing but it was reasonably well done.
Alina, looking proudly at her children, led the clapping.
“Pakeha, sing us a song.”
Alina said, “Mom give us the lead.”
“Okay ‘You Are My Sunshine’.”
“God you taught me that when I was about eight. Okay and come on dad.”
The three of them stood facing the haka party and the two women sang beautifully while Les mumbled along self-consciously.
Charlie and the haka party clapped and Neville said, “Haka party except for the chief. Go kiss your mother and grandmother and hug or kiss your grandfather and then dismiss.”
When Charlie and his followers were off washing up Alina said, “Charlie might wish to sleep with me tonight mum. Any objections?”
“No.”
Les chipped in, “Well I’m not having that carry-on occurring in my house.”
“Sorry dad but it’s my house.”
“Just teasing.”
“You rotten sod daddy. You almost had me yelling at you.”
“All I ask is you keep the noise down.”
“Daddy!”
“Les you are rather a nice guy when you are not playing the oaf,” said his wife.
* * *
Walking in nude from the bathroom, Alina locked the bedroom door and turning to Charlie said, “Show it to me.”
He looked at hers and said yummy, and she blushed.
Charlie removed his shirt and Alina swallowed and said, “That’s truly a great torso. You look after yourself well and must exercise a lot.”
“A bit,” Charlie said modestly and in one easy swoop, pulled off his beach shorts and underpants in one easy movement and straightened.
“Omigod,” Alina gasped. “It hangs halfway to your knees.”
“An exaggeration surely,” he smiled. “I’ve never yet mounted a woman who couldn’t take it all although admit sometimes they screamed, I think in fear of the unknown.”
“Am I permitted to suck it?”
“Yeah do you swallow?”
“Charlie!”
“All I wanted was an answer, not a reprimand.”
“I’m not averse to tasting semen or licking it off the topside of my breasts but I don’t swallow full loads.”
“Fair enough. Do you have a big cunt?”
“I-I am confident of taking all of that but...” She stopped and shuddered.
“No anal, at least for the time being.”
Alina smiled at him gratefully.
She dropped to her knees and didn’t bother to sniff. He obviously was healthy and took great care of his body and probably with what he ate and drank. Besides he’d had a shower before dinner.
God where was the hair. He was balder in the groin than she was!
Alina considered the hanging dongle with the mushroom head and her excitement rushed through her. God a long juicy cock was hers to suck! She reached for it and she tingled low in her belly as it began growing stiff and thicker in her hand.
Omigod, what a beauty.
She looked up at him and their eyes met and seemed to fuse and through her growing haze of desire she saw him nod encouragement.
Omigod, he thought she was shy! Oh of course, he’d have no idea she had a reputation of being a BJ Queen at university. Such was her reputation, those guys if they tasted foul or they were arrogant, were aware she’d spit them out within thirty seconds and tell them to bugger off. But if they and their cock were desirable, she could have them sweating and practically crying like a baby for fifteen minutes or even longer. Rumour had it her record for the longest blow was 1hr 40min but well, it was a rumour. Alina has no idea because for her time flew whenever she was having a good time.
Alina slid her tongue juicily along the erection and felt Charlie’s thighs tremble. Wowee, that was a good sign. The widow with short-cropped hair coloured three shades of blonde looked up at her new lover and wondered if he could see her soul through her hazel eyes. He screwed a finger in his left ear and she wondered what was he thinking and did he know eyes were the windows to one’s soul.
A drop of pre-cum fell on her shoulder making her re-focus. She formed her mouth into the big O and pushed her lips over the fat and firm mushroom and flicked it with her tongue momentarily before she slid down over it to stop halfway down. No way would he learn so soon that she had the ability to take him all the way down her throat until momentum was braked by his heavy balls jamming against her chin. Anyway she’d probably have to practice at returning fully to that skill. She wondered if guys appreciate a good BJ was a skill?
Alina hoped he’d be great at fucking. If he were he’d be suitable to be invited to live with her. He’d already proved himself a winner with the kids and her mom couldn’t keep her eyes off his butt and that was a good sign.
She gave a powerful suck, just the one, and he braced by placing his hands on her shoulders and crying, “Oh jeepers.”
She pulled away completely for a moment to allow him to see the ribbon of drool linking his cock to her mouth, reinforcing what he must already know, that they were sexually linked. She was looking up and saw his eyes widen.
Was that enough to affirm she was his babe, at least for the moment?
Alina decided to add reinforcement and cupped and waggled her breast and through her grip on his cock felt extra blood rushing in to make it even more rigid.
His face appeared to have turned white.
She ran her tongue over her top lip and he smiled wolfishly.
Well the face of any person standing would turn a little white when blood was pumped furiously to their sexual organs. She actually felt red-faced but that was because she was on her knees and working.
Alina lightly chewed the end of his dick and felt a little fluid enter her mouth.
Time to bring him on!
She bobbed up and down and supported that by screwing his shaft with a hand and marvelled there was room to use her other hand if required but there was not race as there would be the case if they were nervous about being disturbed. She’d made sure her parents wine glasses were frequently topped up during dinner and the kids didn’t wake during the night except if they had a bad dream and that was rare.
Just as Alina was worried about tiring, being out of practice, Charlie began moving and the movements turned into small jerks as he began fucking her mouth. She grabbed his butt with both hands and bobbed her head more rapidly and at the sound of his first groan the little finger of her right hand found the depression of his anus and she thrust in that dry finger.
Charlie yelped and his head sagged backwards and his cock thickened.
Alina’s free hand lightly squeezed his balls and as she felt his body shudder when returned both hands to his now super-heated dick and she hosed her breasts with squirt after squirt of thick semen. Well four squirts actually followed by a couple of near dry ones that produced dribbles.
“Holy fuck,” he crowed, in a not very original accolade in her experience.
“Did you like it?”
He lifted Alina to her feet and said, “That probably was the world’s best blow-job. You’re a cracker.”
“Lick my tits,” she commanded.
“What eat my own semen?”
She didn’t reply but held his confused gaze. She knew he would, he was just stalling for time, getting the right mind-set.
She knew the goo would be drying and then she thought oh-no, he was going to refuse and claim he was being humiliated by a cock-worshipper who was out to sexually control him.
But then he lunged and slurped up a long-load, taking her by such a surprise that she jerked forward and almost head-butted him.
She scooped cum off her left breast and sucked, eyeing him and he grinned and said, “You are really awesome Alina. You’re such a lush wench suffering from no fault of your own by serious neglect.”
She smiled, hoping he’d think she’d smiled wolfishly. When she was younger she’d considered she was a sex machine, but one emotionally driven. She’d often had sex with her mom in her late teens and so was off to a flying start because her mom had taught her everything she needed to know.
Well she’d now have to wait for Charlie to recover before she could have her turn.
Charlie lifted her with just the one grunt and she grabbed his arms for support and felt his muscles bulging.
Omigod.
Then his still inflated shaft seemed to leap into her cunt. She couldn’t determine whether he’d steered it in or not. But the point was it was in, well a good three inches in, more or less. She pushed down, sighed and beamed, looking into his green eyes. Most of the men good at sex, including her dead husband, had green eyes.
He remained stationary, his back taking considerable strain no doubt, and slowly he lifted her bum with his big paws and she banged back with big downward pressure and he grinned and she felt one of his hands moving and suddenly a finger, a fucking dry finger, forced into her ass.
Her eyes opened wide and she yelled into climax.
Christ their first fuck had lasted less than a minute.
He grinned and said to now prepare for her next gush and lifted her again and she came down hard, gritting her teeth and smiling. Gee there was no way she would let this elite guy get away from her.
Charlie maintained a steady lifting rhythm, enjoying the disgusting sounds coming from within her, added to by her release of girl’s cum. Gee what a great family she had and what a great fuck she was. He decided to work on her and when they packed up to leave at the end of the month, he might get lucky and receive an invitation to return home with her.
They both came and fell onto the bed.
He was almost asleep and she had fingers combing his thick black hair when she said drowsily, “Charlie the kids and I will want you to live with us when we return to the city. I’m keen to know what you think about that proposal.”
Charlie was thinking he shouldn’t accept too eagerly, that he should keep her hanging… and right then he fell asleep.
(((The End)))
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