The Georgia Gardener |

Bailey surveyed the landscape he had tended for some thirtyseven years. He had wandered onto the Henderson Estate, a seventeenyearold black kid going nowhere in particular, and asked for a job. Mr. Henderson put him to work with old Rawlings, the gardener, and the rest, as they say, is hi.

When Rawlings retired, Bailey just carried on by himself. He discovered he had a natural talent for, ‘things natural.’ He loved working the soil and seeing the results of his hard labor in flower blossoms from early Spring to late Fall. His favorites were the rhododendrons and he spent many hours nurturing them through a tough winter or a dry spring—he had a special reason for doing so.

He was twentytwo when he met Rosie—or ‘My Rosie, as he always called her. They married after a whirlwind courtship and she came to live with him in the small house on the estate. They never did have kids, though they tried very hard. They enjoyed being naked together and Bailey had been blessed with far more than his fair share in the endowment department. Rosie liked that a lot and something of a ual nature took place almost every night in that little house, they couldn’t get enough of one another. They had thirty good years together and just before she died she made him promise to sprinkle her ashes among his beloved rhododendrons, that way, she knew they would always be close.

Bailey kept his promise and spent most of his free time sitting amid his prized shrubs, taking in their unique fragrance, surrounded by a sea of colors and knowing Rosy was a part of it. He found comfort there and it helped him cope with the tremendous loss he felt.

About a year after Rosie passed, Mrs. Henderson died and things around the estate changed. Mr. Henderson remarried and his new, ‘trophy wife,’ came to live on the estate. The new Mrs. Henderson was only thirtytwo years old and too young for Mr. Henderson as far as Bailey was concerned, although he had no say in the matter any which way. She had the right pedigree and was awful pretty but the new Mr. and Mrs. Henderson were rarely together except for special business parties at the house or country club.

It flummoxed Bailey; he realized Mr. Henderson was seventysix years old and his health wasn’t the best but surely he would like to be naked with this beautiful young woman. He could enjoy the view if nothing else and his tongue and fingers still worked, why not? Bailey thought if he had a young wife like that he would be naked every night, just like he used to be with Rosie. He was still fit and strong of course, his job ensured that and he wouldn’t change it for a million dollars but if the truth were told, his loins hadn’t stirred since Rosie left him and that bothered him somewhat.

As time passed he saw less of Mr. Henderson who preferred his house in Tucson. He had business interests there and the climate was kinder to him than the humid air of Georgia summers. Mrs. Henderson represented the Henderson name at various charities, and the country club, and hosted a bridge game at the house every Tuesday afternoon. A maid came in three times a week but for the most part, there was just the two of them on the estate.

July came in hot and muggy as it usually did. Bailey was in the tool shed sharpening his shears and happened to look out the window. He saw Mrs. Henderson walking to the pool in a bikini. She sure looked good in that tiny thing and Bailey felt a twitch in his groin. Was it real or his imagination? After her swim, she lay back in one of the chairs, with her tanned body wet, and opened a book. After a while, she brushed a hand over her large breasts and Bailey thought it seemed deliberate rather than accidental.

As he watched she put her hand between her legs and began moving it up and down, letting her legs fall on either side of the chair. Bailey felt another pulsing and he felt his crotch. Through his pants, he felt his cock growing as Mrs. Henderson’s movements became more animated. He unzipped and his huge endowment sprang out. It hadn’t been hard since he was naked with Rosie but as he watched Mrs. Henderson bring her legs up and arch her back he masturbated frantically and quickly sprayed a heavy load of cum over the window.

Mrs. Henderson sashayed out to the pool in her tiny bikini most every afternoon at about the same time, except for Wednesdays and Sundays when she played bridge. Bailey would be in the tool shed stroking his cock in anticipation of the forthcoming entertainment, his libido had returned as strong as it ever was. They masturbated together yet separately and the window pane received the outcome, as it were. Bailey was pleased that his erection had come back and was able to ejaculate daily but oh how he wished it would splash inside Mrs. Henderson rather than onto a pane of glass.

It had been a busy day for Bailey in the humid heat; he spent all day breaking off the spent flower heads of his beloved rhododendrons ensuring a multitude of blossoms the following spring to share with Rosie. It was dark and the estate was quiet, he had seen no one all day.

He was tired and sweaty and the pool looked inviting. Should he or shouldn’t he pondered and decided why not? He stood at the side of the pool for a moment and looked about. Nothing stirred so he undressed and slipped into the cool water. It felt good and his weary body began to relax, he thought of Rosie and Mrs. Henderson and his cock stiffened. He toyed with it for a while but decided against going further and climbed out. His huge erection bobbed up and down as he stood enjoying the slight breeze on his body. Feeling the warm air flow gently over his cock was arousing and before donning his clothes, he stroked it lazily before heading home. Maybe he would relieve himself in the tool shed tomorrow if his lady boss kept to her routine.

Mrs. Henderson peered out of her bedroom window and saw her gardener standing naked beside the pool with the biggest erection she had ever seen. Her hand clamped over her open mouth and she tried to move away but was fixed to the spot. She stared as the gardener stroked along its tremendous length and turned away only when he was clothed and on his way home. She lay on the bed and masturbated furiously until she climaxed over her fingers.

One of Bailey’s tasks was to deliver freshcut flowers to the house two, sometimes three times a week at precisely midday. Mrs. Henderson always met him at the door and thanked him curtly. Two days after his foray into the pool he knocked on the door with flowers across his arm. Instead of taking them, Mrs. Henderson asked him to bring them through to the kitchen. He watched her lovely ass sway in her tight pants as he followed along down the hall. With a sweep of her arm, she asked him to put the flowers on the counter beside the sink. He was about to leave when she said she had a special job for him tonight and he was to meet her by the pool at nine o’clock. He thought it odd but said he would be there and inquired if he should bring any tools. She blushed deeply, “No, that would not be necessary,” she replied and Bailey took his leave. He wondered what on earth could need doing in the garden after dark, especially with no tools.

Bailey arrived at the pool a few minutes before nine and sat on the edge of one of the chairs. Mrs. Henderson joined him a little after nine wearing a long, white bathrobe.

“Well, here I am Mrs. Henderson ready to work on whatever you want doing.”

“Good!” she replied and removed her robe. She was as naked as a newborn. Bailey stared at her large, firm breasts then down to the neat triangle of pubic hair above a pink gash before she dove into the pool. She came to the side directly below his feet and looked up at him. “I saw you by the pool the other night, I want to see it. I mean, er, your penis, I want you to show me” she stammered.

“Mrs. Henderson, Ma’am, you shouldn’t be saying things like that, Mr. Hender.”

“Mr. Henderson is in Tucson and you are here, I want to see your cock,” she interrupted firmly.

Bailey protested again but could feel his cock growing beneath his pants and agreed to her demands. He stood naked above her; she gazed up at his big dick, still not fully hard, and asked him to join her. He hesitated before his cock took control of his brain and jumped in beside her. She immediately grabbed his cock, rubbing, squeezing, and exploring its entire length. One hand caressed his balls and the other jerked him as they stood waisthigh in the water. He felt her big, natural tits and pinched the alreadyhard nipples then bent his head and flicked them with his tongue while Mrs. Henderson used both hands on his massive erection. She was breathing heavily and saying to herself rather than Bailey, “Oh my god it’s so big, it’s so big!” He grabbed her ass and pulled her close, his balls rubbed against her pubic hair and his cock reached almost to her tits. “It’s so big, so hard!” she gasped repeatedly, “sit up on the side.”

The gardener heaved himself onto the side of the pool and Mrs. Henderson stood between his legs. She held his cock, just staring in disbelief for a while then began to explore it with her hands and then her mouth. Her tongue licked around the head, along the underside of the shaft, and down to his balls before taking as much of it as she could handle into her mouth. Bailey lay back and enjoyed the feeling, it had been a long while since lips were around his cock and he thought what Rosy would think.

He banished the thought from his mind, sat up and put both hands around Mrs. Henderson’s head, and helped her pump her sweet mouth onto his cock. She mouthed and licked his cock and balls until he slipped back into the pool and hoisted her onto the edge. He opened her legs and liked what he saw. Her dark pubic hair proved she wasn’t a natural blonde and as he spread her labia and inserted a couple of fingers he discovered her vagina was wet but tight. It was the first white pussy he had ever seen except for pictures in magazines and it sure looked sweet. This is going to be interesting he thought and wondered how his thick erection that pulsed beneath the water was going to fit in that little hole but he knew he was going try.

He bent forward and excited her clit with his tongue and fingers. She responded quickly and became very wet and he was able to fuck her with three fingers as she relaxed her vaginal muscles. His hands reached up and mauled her big tits and he mouthed her clitoris until a climax overtook her. Bailey couldn’t wait any longer, he rose out of the pool and helped Mrs. Henderson to her feet. He took her over to the grass by the rhododendrons and she lay down. He knelt between her open legs and rubbed his huge penis up and down over her pussy then slowly forced his way in. It was tight but she was creaming and that made it easier. In less than a minute he had ten inches of hard, black cock inside her and began a smooth, deliberate pumping. He felt her juices lubricating his cock and he fucked his first white pussy harder and harder. She was noisy; crying out and screaming, “Yes, ahh, oh god,” over and over and urged him to, “Fuck me, fuck me, it’s so big, yes, ooh, yes, ahhhh!” and it aroused him more, Rosy was always quiet.

He rolled over and she sat on the huge black pole and he held her ass and sucked on her nipples as she squealed and bounced on top of him. His cock made slurping sounds as it drove inside her and he felt her cream running down his penis and onto his balls. I need to see her pussy taking my cock he thought and positioned her on her hands and knees. He looked down at her lovely white ass and her wet, open pussy and saw her juices had spread over her inner thighs and butt cheeks. As he lined up his massive hardon she was already moving back and forth, anxious to have him inside her again. His cock slid into her and began a steady drilling, deeper and deeper. He could smell the rhododendrons, and mixed with the smell of Mrs. Henderson, he found it highly erotic. He sensed that Rosy was there, watching him, smiling and happy for him. This spurred him on and he shot a big load of hot cum deep inside his employer.

His cock was softening deep in Mrs. Henderson’s cunt and she sighed when it finally fell out. An awkward silence followed when their passions abated, neither knew quite what to say, and after dressing, Mrs. Henderson smiled and stammered, “Thank you, Bailey, that was…was…just wonderful…just…wonderful.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he replied, I enjoyed it too,” then they went their separate ways in the darkness.

Early in the morning three days later Bailey’s cell phone rang. Mrs. Henderson wanted roses for the games room as soon as possible. He wondered why so early, the ladies arrived for their bridge game at onethirty and Mrs. Henderson always wanted the flowers delivered at noon. He was to bring them into the kitchen which was also unusual.

Bailey cut a dozen blooms and made his way to the main house. He opened the front door, strolled down the spacious hall, and turned left into the kitchen. What he saw almost made him drop the roses. Mrs. Henderson was sitting on the table rubbing her hand over her pussy. She was not naked though, she was wearing a little black bustier, the black nylon stockings were held up by garter straps attached to the bustier and her shoes had very high heels. Bailey liked what he saw and his cock pressed against his shorts.

“Fuck me Mr. Bailey!” she opened he legs wide and spread her pussy lips apart with two fingers.

“But Mrs. Henderson, I’m all dirty from the garden,” he protested.

“I don’t care, I want you dirty, I want you to fuck me like a cheap whore, take me, fuck me with your beautiful big black cock, I want, I want it bad.”

He was only too happy to oblige and he drilled her right there on the table. First, as she lay on her back then he bent her over it and she held on to the edge and screamed as he rammed into her as hard as he could. He pulled out and stepped back to look at her and felt the blood surge through his shaft and it pulsed uncontrollably. He roughly pawed her ass and gave it a few smacks which she seemed to enjoy then he knelt, fingered her wet pussy, and licked her anus.

She screamed, “Oh, yes, use me like a slut, fuck me like a whore, fuck my ass, just fuck me!” He pushed his cock back into her pussy and as he fucked her he told her how much he liked the way she was dressed and how horny it made him. She panted that most men liked women dressed the way she was and she would do it again for him but this was said with many interruptions of her screaming and crying. He withdrew and saw his cock was covered in her juices so he eased it into her asshole and began pumping. Her screams, moans, and pleadings to be fucked increased in volume, rising to a crescendo when she felt Bailey’s hot cum spurting deep in her ass. He was still semihard and he kept thrusting up her ass, neither wanted it to be over. When his dick softened and out of her ass there was another awkward silence but it was easier than the first time.

“I must thank you once again, Bailey. You certainly…fill a need, in more ways than one, oh, and thank you for bringing the roses, they’re lovely”

“My pleasure, Ma’am, I’ll get back to my gardening if that’s alright with you?”

Mrs. Henderson smiled and gave a small nod and Bailey made his way down the hall and out the front door. He sat among the rhododendrons thinking about Rosie and Mrs. Henderson and decided he was a lucky man and would continue to fuck Mrs. Henderson as often as she wanted him to, then got on with his chores.

Bailey took only casual interest as the three ladies stepped out of their cars, they were Mrs. Henderson’s bridge game partners. They were from the richest families in the county but Bailey wondered if they had the same love and happiness he had had with Rosie or still had with his rhododendrons. He shook his head, not knowing the answer but thought not. All but one of the cars had left after the bridge game when Bailey’s cell phone rang. Mrs. Henderson asked him to cut more flowers for Mrs. Prendergast. She was visiting a friend in the hospital and had left hers at home. He would take them to the kitchen and place them in the sink. Bailey set about the task and delivered an assorted bouquet as instructed.

While on his way back down the hall and past the games room Mrs. Henderson called, “Oh Bailey, would you come here a moment, please.” to him. He went into the room and nodded to the ladies. “This is Bailey, my excellent gardener, among other things. This is Mrs. Prendergast, I’ve been telling her all about you and she’d like to avail you of your services.”

“Thank you, Ma’am but it’s a very time here on the estate, I’m not sure when I’d find the time to help Mrs. Prendergast.”

‘I’m not talking about gardening, Bailey, I’m talking about the other services you’ve been most kind to share with me.”

Mrs. Prendergast’s face flushed and he studied the lady. She probably hadn’t had a good for years, her husband was likely more interested in business and money than with her. He’d be poking one or more of his secretaries and highpriced call girls on business trips. He knew he could take care of these two rich white bitches, they’d never been fucked the way he could fuck them. He felt an erection coming on and the size of his cock prevented him from hiding the fact from the ladies and Prendergast stared at his significant bulge. She was about the same age as him and pleasingly plump, like Rosie. If she wanted some black meat then who was he to deny her? “Oh that, I’d be more than happy to share those services with her, of course, Mrs. Henderson.” Prendergast shifted restlessly, her face now a beet red and he was certain he detected the slightest hint of a smile.

The ladies rose from their chairs and Mrs. Henderson asked Bailey to follow them. He’d never been up the stairs he leered at the two lovely asses in front of him and his cock throbbed at the thought of both of these white ladies. They entered a large bedroom and Mrs. Henderson directed Bailey to an almost equally large bathroom and said, “Put you’re clothes on the chair, we’ll join you in a few minutes for some soapy fun,” He had never seen a bathroom like it, there was a large, raised bathtub surrounded in marble in front of a bank of windows. There were two sinks, again with marble surround, and a shower stall large enough for at least six people with a multifaucet shower tower and benches at either end.

Bailey stood naked in the bathroom, his huge cock erect and pulsing. The ladies came in wearing log, flimsy robes, and when Mrs. Prendergast saw Bailey’s cock she gasped and said, “My God, you weren’t joking!” They shed their robes and Bailey eyed them both, Prendergast was older and heavier than his employer with large, full breasts that almost reached her navel and her bush was thicker than his Mrs. Henderson’s neatly trimmed landing strip.

“We’ll have some fun getting you cleaned up then you can fuck us,” Mrs. Henderson said as she turned on the showers and adjusted the temperature. They stepped in and a soapy, erotic fondling of bodies began. The ladies stood on either side of Bailey and paid extra attention to his cock and balls while he mauled soapy tits and asses and fingered soapy pussies. Mrs. Prendergast knelt and sucked his cock then Mrs. Henderson did the same. The ladies sat beside one another on one of the benches and Bailey alternated licking one pussy while fingering the other.

“I’ve got to feel that cock inside me,” Mrs. Prendergast moaned as she looked up at Bailey’s throbbing erection. He flexed his knees and pushed into the white lady’s soppingwet pussy and gave her several minutes of thick black dick before moving to Mrs. Henderson and giving her the same. There were handheld shower wands on both towers and he was able to direct them onto the ladies’ pussies and assholes as they spread their cheeks. Mrs. Prendergast stood up, bent over, and said, “Fuck me, Bailey, fuck me from behind while I enjoy some pussy.” Bailey drilled her while she ate Mrs. Henderson and ejaculated deep in her vagina. Mrs. Prendergast then sucked the last drops of cum from Bailey’s softening cock while Mrs. Henderson ate her pussy. Bailey now knew why one car always remained when the other bridge ladies had left.

Both ladies thanked Bailey who found it odd, rich white ladies thanking a poor black man for them. Mrs. Henderson followed him to the door, “I want you here on Friday night at seven. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’ll be here.”

Bailey walked into the kitchen on Friday and saw a note leaning against a vase, it read, ‘Take your clothes off.’ When he’d followed the instructions Mrs. Henderson appeared from the adjacent room. She wore red; stockings, a garter belt, a halfcup bra, and high heels. She smiled and curled her index finger as a sign for him to follow. He watched her ass and pussy sway up the staircase; it was a horny sight from this angle and his big cock was already as hard as steel.

They were getting in tune ually with each other and they fucked in a variety of positions for two hours until Bailey shot his load between her tits and onto her face. They had never kissed but when he moved to lick his cum from her face and tits she held his head with both hands and tugged him to her lips. Their tongues mingled transferring his sperm into her throat and he was able to put his semierect cock back into her pussy and kept up a slow, rhythmic pumping until his dick became limp. “Oh, Bailey, I love your big cock, I’ve never been fucked like this,” she whispered.

Mrs. Henderson flew to Tucson on Sunday night and returned late on Wednesday. She called Bailey and requested his presence in the games room at two o’clock the following afternoon, the back door would be open she told him. He recognized Mrs. Prendergast’s Mercedes in the driveway and his cock began to stiffen thinking of the two ladies again. His heart pounded as he walked down the hall and into the games room. Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Prendergast were dressed in erotic lingerie and on the large sofa in a sixtynine.

Bailey undressed and went to the sofa. Mrs. Prendergast was on top and he spread her butt cheeks. Mrs. Henderson looked up, smiled then returned to eating pussy. The ladies disengaged and sat side by side on the sofa. Bailey stood naked in front of them fully erect. “Play with dick and we’ll play with our pussies and we’ll watch for a while,” gasped Mrs. Prendergast. He stroked his cock, moving it about at different angles, and played with his balls while the ladies fingered themselves and each other. Mrs. Prendergast spread her labia apart and displayed her wet, pink gash in an unabashed, horny exhibition. “God, Bailey I love you big black dick, bring it here,” she said. He went to the sofa and Mrs. Prendergast began licking his cock and balls. The ladies took turns with his cock and shared it before they got onto their hands and knees and Bailey fucked them hard.

His relationship continued with Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Prendergast went on for years. They always called him Mr. Bailey or just Bailey and thanked him for them and he always called her Mrs. Henderson or Prendergast or Ma’am.

In his seventyseventh year, he was snapping the spent blossoms from his beloved rhododendrons and feeling especially close to his beloved Rosie when he experienced a sharp pain in his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. There weren’t many at his funeral. Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Prendergast attended with a few others. But there were lots of flowers, Mrs. Henderson made sure of that, after all, flowers were his closest friends!

A few days later, Mrs. Henderson stood in her garden, tears streaming down her cheeks, and emptied Bailey’s ashes among the rhododendrons.

Bailey and Rosie were together again….forever!