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   By Videll Dais

   Chapter 4

   The Gardeners Shed

   JJ Cobb, a short, squat grey-haired man with piercing blue eyes and a
ruddy face that might have been chipped from a Welsh slate quarry, had
looked after the expansive lush grounds of Berkeley House for nearly thirty
years.  At fifty-five he was one of the oldest and longest serving members
of staff and never went anywhere without his cloth cap, tweed jacket and
tall Wellington boots.  He had started at Berkeley as a boy and had served
a five year apprenticeship under the previous highly regarded gardener and
landscaper, Roger Granville, whose original work could still be seen in the
oaks and firs, ponds, flowerbeds and extensive lawns even today.  Cobb had
taken a keen interest in the new boarders and had secretly watched their
arrival from a vantage point well concealed by huge laurel and camellia
bushes on the south lawns.  It was exciting for him to see such a bevy of
fresh young girls so conveniently confined together and all in one
secluded, out-of-the-way place.  The opportunities these lovelies presented
for some mischievous fun did not escape his notice or immediate attention.
Around from the southern end of the house lay a large array of vegetable
allotments, chicken runs and rabbit hutches which all went to helping
Berkeley House stand self-sufficient in these dark, dangerous times.  At
the far end of the allotments, screened from the house and prying eyes by
thick conifer hedges, Cobb had a spacious, if somewhat gloomy, shed.  It
was here he kept the tools of his trade, hutches to shelter the baby
rabbits from the bitter winter weather and a special private spot complete
with stove, kettle and a large comfy old armchair where he was wont to have
his tea, sneak a crafty afternoon nap and indulge in leafing through his
substantial collection of pornographic photos and penny dreadfuls which he
kept hidden in an old dilapidated dresser.  Soon after the new boarders
arrived, Cobb had made devious plans and set about tidying his private den
in readiness for the young visitors he intended to entice within.  Once
satisfied with his work, he knew all he had to do now was, like the spider
in the middle of its web, sit back and patiently wait for the first
unsuspecting soul to wander along.  They always did eventually.  Usually it
was the maids who came to the edge of the allotments to hang washing or
collect eggs from the hen houses.  He'd had some pleasurable successes in
the past and intended having many more.  The very thought made his cock
swell in anticipation.  As it turned out JJ Cobb did not have too long to
wait.  The morning after the new boarders arrived turned out to be cold,
but the sky was reasonably clear and blue and the sun - though not giving
of any heat - was brilliant and served to at least lift the mood from what
seemed to have been an extended period of nothing but depressively flat,
overcast grey clouds.  Cobb had cleverly cut the conifer hedges in such a
way as to give him an unobscured view of most of the allotments and a good
way up the path leading to the servants quarters at the rear of the house,
whilst at the same time remaining unseen himself.  Being of a particularly
randy disposition, for half the morning he had been skulking around
watching for an opportunistic moment.  That moment came around ten thirty
when he spotted a young redheaded girl of about ten or eleven years of age
wandering aimlessly along the top of the allotments.  Even more exciting to
Cobb was the fact that the girl was alone and appeared to be in no
particular hurry.  This was ideal, just how he liked it.  With cloth cap
pulled low over lust-filled eyes, he watched the pretty youngster draw ever
closer to the shed and his hiding place.  Come on my beauty, he thought,
his hand fondling the pronounced bulge in his thick, corduroy trousers,
come to uncle Jim.  See what he's got for you.  As the girl drew close to
the chicken runs and rabbit hutches, Cobb saw her hesitate then stop.  She
smiled, bent down and cooed at the bobbing hens.  Ah Ha, he thought.  Works
every time.  Cobb nipped into his shed and came back out holding a baby
rabbit in his big, calloused hands.  Pretending not to have seen the girl,
he wandered along the path leading to the hen houses.  Aware suddenly of
Cobb's presence, the girl stood up and, blushing, looked guiltily at him
with wide green eyes.  "Hello young lady," Cobb smiled.  "And who might you
be." The girl lowered her eyes shyly.  "M-Mildred." "Mildred.  That's a
nice name." The old gardener took in the girl's shapely figure.  No breasts
to speak of as yet, though her grey school pinafore and winter coat made it
difficult to tell for sure.  She was quite tall with long legs and nicely
curving hips.  Her buttocks looked full, firm and rounded.  "What's your
name?" "You can call me Mr.  Cobb or Uncle Jim.  Which d'you prefer?" "I
like Uncle Jim.  I have an uncle Fred back home," Mildred said.  She looked
down at her black, buttoned shoes, moved a dainty foot aimlessly over the
grass, then said, "A-am I in trouble for being down here?" Cobb shook his
head.  "No.  You've done no harm.  You can be down here as long as I say
it's all right.  I see you like chickens then?  Mildred nodded.  "Yes, I
like all animals.  I think they are so nice." Cobb saw her eyes flick to
the baby rabbit he was holding.  "What are you doing with that bunny?"
"This one?  Oh, I'm about to put him back inside with his brothers and
sisters." Cobb smiled down at the girl, admiring her long auburn ringlets.
"D'you want to come with me?  You can see where they all live." "Oh
yes...Uncle Jim.  Can I, please?" Mildred nodded.  Ushering Mildred before
him, they entered the gloomy confines of the shed.  Cobb cast a searching
eye around the allotments to make sure they were unobserved before closing
the door.  He led Mildred straight to his private area.  It was warm there,
the stove having been lit since six a.m.  "Take your coat off for a while,
warm yourself by the stove.  Then I'll show you the other bunnies." Without
a second thought, Mildred slipped out of her heavy coat.  She stood holding
it.  "Put it on the armchair," Cobb said, pleased that the girl showed no
anxiety and did as she was told almost instantly.  "How old are you,
Mildred?" "I'll be thirteen in four months." "Really.  I didn't think you
were as old as that.  You look younger.  Why have you come to Berkeley?"
Cobb asked, his eyes dropping to the hem of the girl's skirts and her
shapely calves sheathed in black stockings.  "I live in London but there's
lots of bombing.  They sent us here because it's safer." "I see," Cobb
said. He sat down in the big old armchair.  "Come here.  Sit on my lap.  We
can warm ourselves and you can cuddle this little bunny." Just for a second
Cobb saw Mildred hesitate, but any doubts she had must have been fleeting
because she moved to where Cobb waited and plonked her curvy bottom into
his lap.  His erection throbbed under her weight.  "Here," Cobb said,
handing the child the small black bundle of fur.  "Hold him carefully with
both hands." "Oh, he's so sweet," Mildred, cooed, taking the offered
rabbit. Cobb placed his hands on the girl's hips and moved her so his cock
nestled neatly along the crease of her fidgety little bottom.  Whilst
moving her against his erection, he spoke softly in her ear to distract
her. If she felt the hard cock beneath her, she showed no sign of it.  Cobb
was encouraged.  "Does he have a name?" Mildred asked, tenderly smoothing
the soft furry bundle in her hands.  "None I can think of," Cobb said,
gently rubbing the soft swell of the girl's belly with his right hand, the
other remaining on the curve of her hip, moving her slowly to and fro along
the swollen length of his member.  God, it felt good.  "Perhaps...  you can
think of a name for him, Mildred." "Mmm," Mildred nodded, her red curls
tumbling around her small shoulders.  "How about calling him, eh...Bobby?
Yes.  I like Bobby." "All right.  Bobby it is then." Cobb chuckled at the
girl's obvious excitement.  He moved Mildred forwards a little and
pretended to adjust his position.  With her attention focused firmly on the
rabbit in her hands it was easy for the old gardener to sneak a hand behind
her and unbutton his fly.  His meaty erection suddenly sprang free,
sticking out a good six inches.  Using the hand resting on her belly, he
gently eased the girl's bottom back again, directly over the throbbing
length.  Now only the girl's thin dress and underwear lay between her soft
bum cheeks and his inflamed cock.  Seemingly very relaxed, she leaned back
against him slightly.  His heart pounded with excitement and his breathing
quickened twofold.  Completely oblivious to the old gardener's mounting
lust and devious moves, Mildred said, "Oh, I wish I could keep Bobby all
for myself." "Supposing I let you keep him..." Cobb said, pausing
thoughtfully, exerting a little pressure on her belly, moving her warm
bottom cleft slowly along the hard ridge of his protruding cock.  "What
would you be prepared to do to earn him, Mildred?" "I don't know," Mildred
said, frowning.  Then her pretty face brightened.  "I could help you feed
the chickens and collect eggs every day." "You could.  That's one idea. 
But, y'know, Bobby's worth quite a bit more than that." "Oh," Mildred
sighed, disappointedly.  She had a fine line of freckles over the bridge of
her cute nose.  "I can't think of anything else I could do.  I don't have
any money to buy him." "Turn sideways, Mildred.  It'll be more
comfortable." Cobb moved the girl's weight off his pulsing erection, his
calloused left palm slipping from her waist down over her plump bottom.  He
lovingly caressed both rounded cheeks, his stubby fingers lightly tracing
the curve of her cleft down almost to the tops of her legs.  Because she
was holding the tiny rabbit on her chest, close to her chin, every now and
then pursing her pink lips and giving it little kisses, she remained
totally unaware of the gardener's thick turgid cock sticking from his fly
like a craning turkey's neck.  "I like cuddling you.  Do you like being
cuddled, Mildred?" "It's all right.  I don't get cuddled much now.  My dad
says I'm too old and too big," Mildred said, her voice small, distracted.
"How can I keep Bobby, Uncle Jim?  There must be someway you can let me."
Continuing to fondle her firm little bottom, Cobb kissed her forehead.  "I
might be able to think of something.  It depends on how good you can be."
Mildred raised her big green eyes to Cobb's.  "Oh, I'll be ever so good
Uncle Jim.  Honest I will." "Keep looking up at me, Mildred, and give me
your left hand." Holding the girl's gaze, smiling at her, Cobb directed her
small hand to his tumescent member, wrapped her fingers around its fat
girth and, keeping his hand over hers, moved it up and down causing his
foreskin to roll back from the bulbous head, then cover it again.  The
thrill of her illicit touch sent a shiver through his old frame.  He drew a
quick breath and kept her hand wanking him.  "No, look up at me, Mildred.
That's it.  That's a good girl.  Keep moving your hand like that.  When I
take my hand away, keep doing it on your own, ok?" Wide-eyed, as if in a
trance, Mildred nodded, obeying Cobb's instructions.  "Oh, that feels nice
Mildred," Cobb sighed as the girl's dainty hand, unaided, gently pumped the
length of his fat cock, her palm grazing lightly over the plump purple head
now slick with leaking pre cum.  Tremors of excited pleasure shook the old
gardener's thighs.  "Have you...  ever touched a cock before Mildred?"
Bewildered, Pink lips slightly gaping, Mildred looked into the old man's
eyes, slowly shook her head in the negative.  "What's a cock Uncle Jim?" "A
cock is a man's baby maker," Cobb said, stroking the youngsters neat little
arse, the dirty talk making his erection swell ever bigger in her pumping
hand.  The girl's total innocence meant he could say what he liked to her,
control her in any way he wished.  He was really enjoying himself.  "He
sticks his cock up a woman's cunt, squirts his juice and that makes babies
in her belly.  Did you know that?" "No," Mildred said.  She gave the rabbit
another peck on its furry head.  "I thought the stork brought babies. 
That's what my mum told me." "Mummies always tell kids that, but the truth
is a man will fuck his cock up the woman's cunt, spurt his cream and
eventually she'll have a baby.  Rub my cock a little faster, Mildred... 
Yes, that's it.  That's a very good girl." "I don't understand Uncle Jim,"
Mildred said, her wide innocent eyes fixed on his face.  "What's fuck and
cunt and what's baby-making juice and cream?" "Well, will you be scared if
I show you?" "I-I don't think so." "Here, sit up a minute.  Let me pop
Bobby bunny back in his cage and I'll show you." Cobb stood Mildred up in
front of him, took the tiny bundle of black fur from her and placed in
gently in one of the cages.  He opened his trousers wider, sat back in the
big old armchair and spread his legs.  He held his huge erect cock and
proudly displayed the fierce looking weapon to the young girl.  "This is my
cock," he said, his voice shaky, thick with lust.  Mildred stared at it
speechless.  "Lift your dress up Mildred.  Show me your knickers." Not
taking her eyes from Cobb's cock, Mildred slowly raised the front of her
dress.  "Higher.  That's it.  Good girl." Without any hesitation Cobb
leaned forward and pressed his fingertips right on the bulge of her pubic
bone, all the time staring at her loose knickers and thin creamy white
thighs.  Mildred flinched.  "Don't worry little angel.  I just want to have
a look at your cunt.  I won't hurt you," Cobb said, his voice almost a
whisper, fingering the top of her soft slit through her knickers.  He was
bursting with excitement, his cock throbbing, dying to cum.  He pulled her
loose knicker leg to one side revealing her soft mons, smooth, completely
devoid of hair.  "Beautiful," he whispered.  "Open your legs nice and wide
for me." The girl, innocent, trusting, obeyed without question and Cobb
traced his middle finger along her fat-lipped cleft.  It felt so soft, warm
and smooth.  He pressed a little harder until her quim lips parted and
enveloped his probing finger.  He smiled at the docile, frowning Mildred.
"Does that feel nice?" Mildred nodded, gave a slight shudder.  "This is
your cunt or cunny or vagina or quim, as some people call it," Cobb said,
his finger exploring every damp nook and cranny as far as the girl's neat
tight bum hole and back again.  He was both surprised and thrilled at how
much her little clit swelled to his touch, how moist her soft labia became.
He slowly tickled the bulging nub.  "You have a lovely cunt, Mildred. 
There, doesn't hurt does it?" Showing her with his fingertip, he said,
"This is where the man's cock goes, right in here.  When he slides it in
and out it's called fucking and it feels delicious for both the man and the
woman." Cobb played with the girl's moist, plump sex a while longer, then
said, "Get on your knees, Mildred.  I want you to make me feel really nice
now.  Then I'll show you the baby making cream." Mildred did as she was
bid, got to her knees between the old man's spread thighs as though she was
in a trance, which in a sense she was; the gardener knew so many things,
enthralled and beguiled her with his amazing font of knowledge.  "Come
closer," he said, placing a big hand behind her head.  Her hair was silky
soft and he caressed it lovingly.  "Take my cock in your hand again and rub
it like you did before...  That's it.  That feels nice." "Am I being good
Uncle Jim?" Mildred gazed up at him fawningly.  Cobb moved his hips to the
rhythm of her pumping hand along his thick, pulsing stalk.  "Oh yes, little
one.  You're being very good so far." "Will I be able to keep Bobby all to
myself?" "You'll have to come here every day to feed and water him." "Oh, I
will Uncle Jim.  I will." "And - We'll have to keep it our secret.  You
won't be able to tell any one.  Not a single soul is that clear?" "Yes.  I
promise." "One more thing then and I'll see how you do.  If you do it right
and make me feel really nice, I'll let you keep Bobby." "Oh, Uncle Jim,
what is it?  Tell me please.  I'm sure I can do it." "Don't stop.  Keep
wanking my cock...  Ye-es, that's good." Cobb inwardly thrilled.  This
child was born to please, would do anything he asked eventually.  He
reckoned within a week or two, as long as he didn't hurt or frighten her,
he'd be fucking her as often as he liked and in any way he wanted and he
wanted it all!  "Right, Mildred, I want you to kiss my cock.  Go on, kiss
it." Mildred hesitated a second, then under the steady pressure of his hand
she leaned forward and briefly touched her pouting lips to the quivering
mushroom-shaped head.  Cobb held her head close to his throbbing cock. 
"That's it.  Good girl.  Kiss it again.  Lick it with your tongue." The
girl tentatively stuck her tiny pink tongue out and flicked his hot sticky
helmet, once, twice.  She felt the thick stalk jump in her hand.  It was of
such a fat girth; her fingers could hardly encircle it.  "That's good,"
Cobb said.  "Lick it like a big lollipop.  Yes...  Oh, yes.  Now open your
mouth, Mildred.  I want you to suck it for me, make me feel nice.  Open
now." Mildred opened her lips and gobbled half the helmet into her warm
moist mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate, tongue flicking the
eyehole at the very tip.  Cobb held her head and groaned.  "Oh yes!  That's
it, Mildred.  Get a bit more in.  Mind your teeth." Gently, Cobb pushed her
head down and his hips up, groaned again as her sweet lips folded around
the ridge of his knob end.  "That's it...  Suck it a little harder
angel...Wank it at the same time.  Yes...  Yes, like that.  Good...  Good!"
Mildred snorted air through her nose as she forced more of the fat cock
into her mouth.  Once it touched the back of her throat and she almost
gagged but managed to keep sucking on it, spittle dripping from the corner
of her mouth.  She sucked, rolled her fiery tongue around the knob end as
she pumped steadily with her hand.  Her wrist and jaw ached, but she never
once let up, wanting to please, wanting the baby rabbit all for herself. 
Cobb leaned his head back in ecstasy, felt the rush of hot blood, the boil
in his tingling balls that signified the imminent arrival of his orgasm. 
He pushed down on the girl's head a little harder, thrust his cock deeper
into her sucking mouth and let it all go.  "Here comes my baby-making
cream, my spunk, Mildred.  Suck it in deep now, girl.  Suck it!" Each
muscular spasm ejected a thick glob of cum into Mildred's gurgling,
spluttering mouth.  She was having difficulties, but Cobb held her firmly
over his spurting cock.  "That's it!  Swallow it, Mildred!  Swallow!  Oh
GOD!" Mildred gamely did and even though some of the thick cream leaked
from the corners of her stretched lips, trickled down over her small
pumping fingers and dripped amid the bush of grey pubic hair, she knew
Bobby the rabbit was hers to keep all to herself.

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