Cheese, Chalk and Plenty of Pork – Part 03 of 10
by Lin Dale

Synopsis: When Greta meets Gavin at her rich father’s second wedding, she immediately falls in love. But, just like cheese and chalk, he is a beautiful, slim young man and she is heavily obese; she needs to find some way to stop him wandering off. Her father’s new wife has problems facing up to her role as a Lady, so she decides to involve Gavin in a project with certain challenges.

Author’s Note: This story is complete and in ten parts which will be released at approximately daily intervals. It contains items such as crossdressing, non-explicit sex between adults and language typical of that between English adults. If you feel this may offend you, then please do not read.

Part 3 – In which Gavin is Really in the Mire

The text came just before midday on that Friday morning: Hi Gavin. It’s marvellous to hear from you. Glad you could make it after all. I’m now back in Blighty, but it’s going to take hours to reach home. Shall we meet up sometime tomorrow?

Blighty! He’d never heard anyone actually use that term for Britain before, except in some elderly children’s books his grandmother had lent him as a child.

He texted back: I can’t wait until tomorrow. I must see you as soon as you get here.

She replied: How sweet. I’ll give you a call when I turn off the A1. Speak later. Bye

Sweet! he thought. He felt anything but sweet. At the same time, no matter how angry he felt at the way Greta had imprisoned his cock, he had to play things softly, softly. Otherwise, she might throw away the key and he’d be stuck in it forever!

So, when she stopped her Land Rover and trailer in front of the inn at around seven that evening, he was all sweetness and light.

“It’s fantastic to see you again,” he said, kissing her on the cheek and giving her a hug. His hug may have been rather brief since he immediately realised that her clothing had a nasty smell about it.

“Oh, dear,” she said, seeing his flinch, and adding with a grin, “I fear I may rather smell of pig shit.” She grinned some more. “Still, if we’re going to continue seeing each other, you’ll have to get used to it. Indeed, I’m rather hoping you’re going to help me muck out their sty.”

That romantic comment would certainly have killed the hope of any kind of relationship that Gavin might want, but he kept his smile in place as he stared at her dumpy figure encased in a scruffy overall which gave her more the appearance of a Michelin man than the kind of female with whom he would want to have sex. “I’m not really any good at that sort of thing, but after our fantastic night together last weekend, I’ve been dying to see you again.”

“Jump in,” she said, sweeping a load of debris off the passenger seat into the footwell. “I think as soon as you see my two beauties, you’ll find them entrancing.”

“I’ve already seen them,” Gavin pointed out, as he got into the seat, “and I do.”

She gave him a hearty punch on his shoulder which really hurt. “Not my tits, you idiot. I mean my Large Blacks. I have Claude and Clarissa in the box behind. They are absolutely beautiful.”

“Right,” he said, adding, as she drove off, “I thought Carver Hall was down that road that we’ve just passed.”

“That’s the front entrance,” Greta said. “It’s best to go into the back entrance. You’ll get used to it, assuming you’ll be around for a while.”

“Right,” Gavin repeated. He certainly wasn’t keen on any talk about using the back entrance and he intended to be around for as long as it took to get his Munt off. He might even get back to the inn in time to meet up with that woman he’d met the previous evening and explore his cock’s new found freedom.

They drove into the rear of the estate through gates which seemed to be permanently left open and then turned off the main track to arrive at a small, elderly building with an open end, through which large pigs were wondering around in the mud. It all looked extremely unpleasant.

“What is this place?” Gavin asked.

“It’s an old crofter’s cottage,” she said. “When we moved in, it was derelict and falling down. When I decided I wanted to keep a few pigs, Daddy had it all renovated, so the area you can see is the pig sty and around the other end is the cottage, itself. It’s got a nice little bedroom, there, quite handy if I need to spend the night with my beasts, or perhaps other type of beast, as well.

“Right,” he said.

“I’ve had a lot of trouble with the tailgate on the trailer,” she said. “I’m going to need you to help me open it.”

He looked at the mud outside the Land Rover and was on the point of refusing, but then realised that he wasn’t going to get his munt unlocked if he didn’t cross the mud, first. He opened his door, gingerly stepped down into the mud and immediately fell flat on his face!

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“That was so funny,” Greta chortled thirty minutes later. “You should have brought some wellies with you, or at least, proper walking boots. You have no grip at all in those stupid trainers.”

Those stupid trainers had cost him a fortune just two weeks ago and now were ruined. However, after he’d picked himself up and squelched around to the rear of the trailer, he’d managed to prise open the sticking tailgate and they watched the two monsters which Greta called her Large Blacks trundle over towards the others.

“Aren’t they beautiful,” Greta murmured.

“Absolutely,” Gavin responded. “Erm, is there a shower in the cottage?”

“Of course,” she said. “We can shower together, and then slip into the bedroom, if you fancy a romantic liaison. What do you think?”

Now she was talking. “You bet,” he said.

She led the way inside the building. There was a large shower, clearly designed for several muddy bodies at a time, and after Gavin had showered himself down, he turned to Greta, who was now naked and flaunting her plump body at him.

“Can you take this off?” he said, gesticulating at his munt.

“You’re not being very romantic, are you?” Greta said.

The words took his breath away. She had arrived smelling of pig shit, she’d forced him into falling flat in the mud and then he’d had to help her with the pigs. He’d finally got rid of the mud and was on the point of being released from his imprisonment, and she accused him of not being romantic. The instant before he opened his mouth to shout at her, the saying flashed through his mind: When you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. All he said was, “How do you mean?”

“You arrive out of the blue, having previously said you were far too busy a person to visit me for a few weekends. I thought at least you’d have some flowers for me when I arrived, or preferably chocolates – I do like chocolates. Then you have the effrontery to turn up your nose because of the smell associated with my job. You make a great big fuss over falling in the mud, which was down to your own stupidity. I’ve been standing here stark naked for the last five minutes, posing to show my body in its best light, whilst you’ve totally ignored me, and now, all you can think of is getting that thing off so you can have a quick shag.”

She turned her back on him and he could see her welling up, inside. “So that’s what I mean.”

“Greta, I’m so sorry.” He could rapidly see his penal sentence – or should that have been penis sentence – being significantly increased. “Please forgive me, but I’ve been really upset this last week. I was a little surprised when I woke up to find you’d left this on me, but I can see it was just a joke.”

“Of course, it wasn’t a joke,” she said, and the tears started to flow. “I could see you wanted a bit of pash, last week, and I thought why not? Then you said all those nice things about me and finally said you loved me. I really believed you. And you are simply so beautiful, I knew that there’d be dozens of women trying to tempt you and I know how men can’t resist a temptress. That’s why I put the munt on you.”

She broke into full blown tears and Gavin took her in his arms and made soothing noises as he calmed her down, then he nibbled her ear, a little, and kissed her on the lips. Then his lips slowly progressed further and lower, and lower.