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Garage

By: onemoretime9876



Lisa just hung up the phone. It was Dan. He was on his way and would be picking her up in 10 minutes. She started to make sure that she had everything ready for when he arrived. She laughed at herself for spending the extra time to pick out her clothes since she knew she wouldn't be wearing them for more than five minutes. Just the amount of time it took to get to his house and into his garage. The bag of toys was all set. Her pink bag which carried the newest glass dildo, the red bag with the first one. The one that felt so cold the first time he slid it into her. The one that graduated in size, and slowly stretched her open. Her not so used ass, until she surprised herself and begged him to replace it with his cock. She also had her blindfold, the whip and the paddle. So many toys and never enough time.

She was waiting by the window, so she saw when his car pulled up. Just slightly anxious, she grabbed her goody bag, locked the door and got into his car. "You look great, Dan said as soon as she got in the car. "But you know you won't be wearing that for long" Lisa's mouth went slightly dry whenever he talked to her like that. She is smiling, and blushing at the thoughts that are racing through her mind. The ride is short, but the dynamics are quickly established. His hand rests on her thigh, and his strong hand grips her there. Hard! Such an innocuous touch, but one that gets the intended reaction. Dan has established control and Lisa has given it gladly. A feeling comes over her as she gives herself over to Dan. It changes her breathing, her heart rate, her wetness. She closes her eyes and loses herself in his touch.

They arrive at his house, pull into the garage, and as the garage door closes, he says simply, "Don't move". She was just about to grab the door handle, but pulls back at the sound of his voice. Dan gets out of the car and casually walks around to the back seat, grabs the bag of toys, and sets them out on the table to see what she has brought today. He takes his time deciding how their time will be spent today. Lisa is waiting impatiently in the car, but will wait as long as he wants. She loves that he has taken control, but doesn't want to give him any reason to discipline her. Ever so slowly, Dan walks to the passenger car door and opens it. He looks at Lisa like he could devour her right then and there, but simply holds out his hand. She loves the way he looks at her. It makes her melt. As she takes his hand, she steps out of the car and stops right next to him.

Her nerves are starting to get to her, so she finds small comfort in leaning against the car. It seems to stabalize her for an instant. As Dan says, "Take off your clothes", her heart starts to race again and loses what little comfort she has found. She starts to remove her top when she hears him say that she can leave her shoes on. Now how is she supposed to remove her jeans when she is supposed to keep her shoes on. Where is all that composure that carries her through her everyday life. And then she finds herself standing there. Nude except for those very business like white shoes, in his garage for goodness sake. Not even in the house. Will he walk her in now. Now that she has bared herself for him.

"Wait here"

He really is keeping his words short and sweet. She wants to talk, but words won't come. All she can do is obey. Obey. What a word. One she hates, but one that now makes her tingle with anticipation. One that makes her wet beyond reason.

She waits. She waits while he prepares for her visit. Though it seems like he has made preparations already. As he walks back, he is adjusting the cuffs that fit over her wrists like a glove. His hand grabs her wrist firmly, and in a most serious manner, tightens the cuff to an almost unbearable pressure. Her eyes open wide as he tightens the second one, and she follows obediently as he leads her to the rope dangling overhead. The look in Dan's eyes is almost too much for Lisa as her wrist is pulled over her head and attached to the rope. He is so serious. So focused. So determined. Lisa wants this but is also scared at what it will bring out in her. At what it will reveal. As Dan takes away her choices, her decisions, she starts to lose herself in only feeling.

But he walks away again and leaves Lisa to contemplate what is going to happen to her. She hears the door to the house open and his footsteps as they walk away. She can't help but focus on how weak her legs feel. How fast her heart is racing, and how dry her mouth is. Will she be able to do this? She is not quite sure. She starts to test her bonds. Wriggles her wrists, trying to make them as comfortable as can be. Turns slightly to see how much movement she is capable of. Her legs, still wobbly, try to find the best position to wait in. When will he return? What is he planning? All of these thoughts run through her head even as her juices start to run down her legs.

As the door opens once again, she hears him coming closer. As Lisa turns to look at Dan, he pulls the blindfold over her head. Although this saves her from having to face him, having to look in his eyes as she gives herself over to his desires, this takes away any knowledge of what will come. Dan gives a slight tap to her inner thigh and Lisa spreads her legs. Another tap tells her that this wasn't quite far enough, and she stretches them out even further. Dan slides one finger into her pussy and it enters so quickly that she knows she is dripping wet. He works another finger in and glides it back and forth slowly over her clit. His hand seems disembodied as it works her slowly higher and higher. Suddenly he stops and she feels his absence so strongly. Shivers run down her spine as his voice whispers over her shoulder. "You are going to cum for me."

Lisa knows that he is right, for she is so on the edge right now. He would barely have to touch her and she would cum, over and over again. And that is how he planned to start. No words, no movements he tells her. If you move, I will stop. If you speak, I will stop. Dan runs his hand lightly over her chest. Lisa starts to moan but stops herself just as quickly. His fingers dance across her. caressing her everywhere. Her belly, her breasts, under her arms, gliding down to space between her legs and back again. Never stopping too long in any one spot, never predictable. She is loving his touch, but aching to feel him fill her up. Aching for a satisfying grip on her clitoris. A steady rhythm to bring her to orgasm. His mouth leans in towards hers and they kiss. Slowly at first, but steadily more passionate. He is such a wonderful kisser that she could stay this way forever. Legs spread wide. Feeling his hands dance across her body. She has waitied for his touch for so long.

As his kiss grows stronger, his fingers grab hold of her nipple. She gasps, and hopes that this will not be a sound that stops him. She is rewarded with more kisses, and fingers that twist. her nipple is getting harder, redder, larger. When Dan's fingers find her wet and willing, he thrusts two fingers inside of her and uses his palm to grind hard on her clit. Lisa can't help but lean into his hand, and just as quickly as he entered her, he pulled away. Everywhere. No more kisses, no more twisting, no more penetration. Lisa is left feeling empty.

Dan walks away and opens the bag of goodies that Lisa brought with her today. The whip or the paddle. Hmmmm. She really loves the whip. the feel of the soft leather on her body really turns Lisa on, so he thinks for this, she should get the paddle. Not as sensual, and perfect for a lover who won't obey. Quietly he walks behind her and brings the paddle down with a smack. Lisa jumps at the unexpected contact, but she knows why he is doing this. She needs to prove her self control. She needs to stay still. Because that is what he asked of her. Because that is what he wants. Lisa bites her lip, as the paddle strikes her again. Dan is pleased when he realizes that Lisa is controlling herself so well, so in between strikes, his hand glides down and rubs circles around her swelling clitoris. Five more smacks and he is ready to start again.

Dan walks around in front of Lisa and starts kissing her again. She returns his kisses, but holds her body as still as she can. As the passion starts to increase, his fingers return to twist and pull at her nipple. His other hand glides down and thrusts once more inside of her. Two fingers entering deep into her pussy while his palm slowly grinds into her clitoris. Lisa knew that she was going to cum any moment. Would she be able to remain silent? Would she be able to remain still. She wasn't sure, but she did not want to feel the paddle on her ass again.

Dan knew that she was on the brink and started working a third finger deep inside of her, while his thumb slid in on her clit. As she started panting, His mouth found her nipples and sucked hard. She bucked slightly as she came in his hand, and although he didn't stop his movement this time, he once again whispered in her ear, "You didn't obey me, lover. You moved. You know that you will be punished for that. And not so easily as you just were.

Garage Encounter



Dave stepped into his neighbor's darkened garage. It was cool and smelled of oil and grease. He smiled. An old red car with its hood up dominated the shadowy space.

"Are they gone?" he asked as he walked along the side of the car, one big hand sliding along the curves of the vehicle.

Pete stood up when he heard Dave's voice and smiled when he saw that the young man was bare-chested and barefoot as well. He never got tired of looking at the well-defined muscles of Dave's chest back and shoulders.

"Yeah," he said, wiping his hands on a red shop rag. "But they won't be gone long."

"Do we have time?" Dave asked, his voice a little more than a strained whisper.

Even though they were well-hidden behind the raised hood of the car and the darkness of the garage, Pete glanced out of the open garage door to check. The street was empty. "Come here," he said quietly.

With a low hungry sound, Dave moved up close to the taller man and ran his fingers down's Pete's chest and flat belly, fumbling for his belt buckle. He tugged on it gently and their eyes met.

Pete licked his lips and they kissed briefly. "Suck me," he said, his voice sounding gruff.

Dave's cock jerked to a full erection, straining against the front of his jeans at the sound of Pete's voice.

"I've been thinking about this all morning," Pete whispered, squeezing Dave's cock through his jeans.

Dave nodded, held onto Pete's wrist and humped his hand. He never got enough of this older man and the way he made him feel - somehow explosive and content, all at once.

"Suck me," Pete repeated.

Dave was only vaguely aware of the cold concrete floor under his knees. In the near darkness, he heard the jingle of Pete's belt buckle. He swallowed hard. He heard the zipper sliding down and the whisper of clothing as it was pushed down out of the way, and felt his heartbeat quicken. His tongue played along his lower lip in anticipation.

A whiff of the other man's distinctly male scent filled his nose, exciting him even further. His hands were shaking when he curled his fingers around Pete's big cock. It was thick and long, the shaft heavily veined, the knob swollen. Dave pumped it slowly and, even though he could not see in the deep shadows, he knew the tip was already glistening with pre-cum.

Pete gasped quietly when Dave's hot tongue slithered over and around the tip of his dick. Then Dave sucked gently and finally probed into his slit, searching for more of his delicious fluids. With one hand on Dave's head, he thrust his hips forward, urging his young lover to take him deeper.

Dave made a tight little ring of his lips and allowed Pete to slide further into his mouth. He loved the way Pete's big cock throbbed against his tongue. He loved it when the fat knob touched the back of his throat. 

But mostly, he loved hearing Pete mutter guttural obscenities as he slowly fucked Dave's mouth.

"So fuckin' good," Pete grunted, tangling his fingers in Dave's thick curls. "You know I'm gonna fuck that ass as soon as we get the chance."

The thought excited Dave even further. He squeezed his own cock hard and bobbed his head a bit faster. At the same time, he swirled his tongue around Pete's shaft. He was rewarded with another teasing taste of his juices. He sucked it down greedily.

"Oh, you like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you?" Pete muttered, pulling Dave's hair.

In answer, Dave sucked Pete harder, let him inch down his throat.

Pete chuckled. "I'm gonna bend you right over the fender of this car and take that sweet ass. Slide my cock in balls-deep and fuck you good."

Dave moaned around Pete's pistoning cock. Little wet sucking sounds filled the small space, mingling with his heaving breath. The thought of taking Pete up his ass made him so hot, he was afraid he might come right in his pants.

Finally, he freed Dave with a wet slurp and pumped the big spit-slick rod with both hands. His whole body was on fire, both from the anticipation of the ass fucking he would get someday soon and the knowledge that his mouth would soon be full of Pete's hot, sweet spunk. He gazed up into Pete's face, trying to prolong this exquisite torture as long as possible.

"Finish it," Pete grunted, fucking Dave's fingers.

With a low moan, Dave swallowed as much of Pete's cock as he could. At the same time, he worked a hand between Pete's legs, fondling his sweaty balls. As he began sliding his mouth up and down Pete's prick faster, taking him deeper each time, Dave imagined he could feel the cum boiling inside and began bobbing his head.

"Yeah, suck it," Pete growled. His cock had already begun to swell and jerk

Dave moaned around Pete's meat.

"Suck my big cock." Pete punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips that sent his cock down Dave's throat.

Hungry for Pete's load, Dave pumped him with one hand and squeezed his bloated balls with the other.

"Fuck, yes," Pete hissed.

His came in another moment, shooting the first thick spurt of jizz straight down Dave's throat. He pulled his head back as the second and third hit the roof of his mouth and then even more of the sweet fluids continued to pour out of Pete's dick, coating his tongue and oozing out around his lips and onto his chin.

A car door slammed nearby even as Pete continued to spurt weakly onto Dave's lips, dribbling all over his fingers.

And then there were voices that Dave recognized as Pete's wife and her two sisters.

As Pete tucked his cock away, he motioned for Dave to keep quiet and then he ducked under the hood of the car. The three women trooped through the garage, each of them speaking to Pete in turn. His muttered response seemed to be all they needed and then Dave heard them in the kitchen giggling about something.

"When are you going to fuck me?" Dave asked, his cock aching for attention.

"Tomorrow the three of them are going to the beach," Pete said. And then he stood up and flashed Dave a quick smile. "But tonight, I'm coming over to your place to work on your car."

Dave took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Now, grab a wrench and help me with this," Pete said, tossing a red shop towel to Dave. "But first, wipe off your mouth." 



Garage Gang Rape



"Friday, finally" I said to my friend Lisa at work that morning. "I thought this week would never end!"

"I know what you mean Claire, it's this heat, it makes everything go so slowly" She pushed her fringe back from her forehead for perhaps the twentieth time that day.

And it had been unbearably hot too – we weren't exaggerating. In fact it was so hot; I had opted to go without underwear for most of the week, hoping that it wouldn't be too obvious beneath my short skirt suits.

We worked slowly for the rest of the day until eventually, after what seemed liked an eternity, we left the office at 5pm.

I walked with Lisa to her car and waved her off, wishing her a good weekend, then walked to the bus stop. 

"I can't wait till my car is fixed" I thought as I waited "these buses are so smelly and uncomfortable in this weather."

As I stood under the bus shelter, I watched people drive by in their cars, cooled by their air conditioning, oblivious to the suffering of everybody else out in the heat. Just then though, my own car rode by, driven by one of the mechanics who was fixing it. I guessed he must have fixed it and was test driving it before letting me know it was done.

A few minutes later he came back round the block and pulled up at the kerb in front of me.

"Hi Ma'am" he shouted from the driving seat "all fixed, jump in and I'll take you back to the garage to pay us"

Why would I hesitate – within ten minutes I could have my car back and drive home in comfort – I hopped into the passenger seat, immediately appreciating the air con which the mechanic had turned on full.

It was only a short drive to the garage, and I hopped out quickly when we got there, eager to pay and get home so I could start enjoying the weekend. I headed for the little garage in back and knocked on the door.

"Come in" shouted a voice.

I pushed the door open, "Hi" I said to the guy behind the desk. He was a broad, mean looking black man, and I left the door open behind me, fearing being alone with him. "I've come to pay for the repairs on my car"

"Great" He smiled, "let me just work out your bill"

He pulled out some papers then, and as I hovered nervously by the door he tapped figures into his calculator.

"It comes out at a total of £1,983.74, please." He didn't look up, just started writing the final amount on my paperwork.

My jaw dropped "How much! How on earth do you justify that!? That's so much money – I can't afford it!" I screamed at him.

Without looking up from his desk, he calmly told me that that was the final amount and if I wanted my car back I would have to pay it.

"But I just told you, I can't afford that!" I was fuming by now, getting more and more worked up by the second, but trying to remain calm before the massive black man.

"That's too bad, I guess we'll be keeping your car" He looked up now and grinned nastily at me. "Unless...."

"Unless what?" I regretted asking the second the words left my lips. I knew exactly what he meant by the evil glint in his eyes. "You've gotta be kidding me" I laughed nervously

"If you want your car back..." He stood up from his desk; he was tall as well as broad and dominated the space in front of me.

I considered my options, I needed my car, and how bad could sleeping with this man really be, I'd always fantasised about having a black lover, to see if the stories are true.

"Ok" I told him quietly. "I'll do it"

He smiled "Great – GUYS GET IN HERE"

"What? NO! Just you – you can't expect me to have sex with all of these guys" I yelled as four more black guys filed in the office behind me, blocking my exit.

"What I expect" He explained slowly as he came around the desk "is for you to shut up, open your legs and do as you're fucking told"

There was definitely no way out for me now, the office door closed behind the last man and the walls were lined with huge, leering men, who were reaching out to grab my body wherever they could.

I froze in terror and while I stood there my blouse was ripped from my body followed by loud hollering at the sight of my naked breasts. Next went my skirt, again followed by shouts and cheers when the guys realised I wore no underwear.

I was now living a nightmare, standing completely naked in front of these guys, waiting for them to make their move. I was still frozen in terror when I was lifted onto the hastily cleared desk by several of the men. I was placed across it face down, my hands tied to the legs at one end by oily rags, my legs held open by two men. I couldn't see what was happening behind me now, and I was really scared, not knowing what to expect.

I felt a hand on my ass, stroking gently, then another hand on the other cheek, roughly parting my globes to get better access.

"Whoa, this bitch is already wet" I heard a voice say and was disgusted to realise he was right.

A finger traced along my slit, finding the source of that moisture and pressing its way in.

"Hmmm, not as tight as other girls we've had, but I guess that means she won't scream so loud when we ram our monsters in there huh" The manager then laughed, a throaty evil laugh which made me shudder. 

He misread this "Oh you like that do you slut" he added another finger and began finger fucking me roughly. After a few seconds he added a third finger "that feels tighter, I guess we're getting near her limits, lets see how much this bitch can take" and he pushed a fourth finger into my pussy, stretching me wider than I've ever been stretched, creating a burning pain, but also a small amount of pleasure which increased as he fucked my cunt with his fingers.

I knew I was getting wetter now, and could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I was horrified to think that such rough treatment could produce such a reaction in my body. I tried to hold the orgasm back, but his fingers filled me so much there was no way, and when he felt my body contracting and shuddering he laughed and began to lick my clit, intensifying the feelings and hurrying my orgasm to it's peak. I was soon thrashing around and moaning like an animal, cumming harder than I'd ever cum before. As I came down, and my body started to cool, I felt something pressing against my ass. That was the last place I wanted to be touched, but was so weakened now I could do nothing. Whatever it was began to press harder against my tight ring and I realised it was a finger. It slipped in slowly and the tip was worked in and out of my ass a little at a time. Then somebody spat on me and the finger worked its way in further and moved around, trying to widen my channel.

"Please, stop" I begged them, "I can't take it there, I'm too tight."

"We'll see," said several voices at once, and then laughed.

The finger in my ass was removed then and I heard a fly zipped open. I closed my eyes and lowered my head to the desk, holding my breath in anticipation of what was about to happen, terrified but excited at the first time – my first black cock.

I felt the head of a cock against my pussy lips and knew it was huge, at least as thick as a soda can. I couldn't resist looking back to see who it belonged to. The garage manager stood behind me, holding his cock against my body licking his lips greedily. He pushed forward, but my outer lips, which have always been very puffy, blocked his entry. He reached down then and parted them with his thumbs, sliding the head of his cock past the lips and just entering my cunt. I couldn't believe how full I felt from such a shallow penetration, even after the four fingers which opened me up not ten minutes ago. He continued to push into me, opening me wider and deeper, slowly filling me with his monster cock. When I felt his balls touch me, I was so grateful, I thought the stretching would never stop and I thought I would pass out if I had to take any more.

He withdrew his cock then, very slowly until only the head remained between my lips. I stupidly allowed myself to believe that he was going to continue to be gentle with me like this, then he plunged into me, up to the hilt, with so much force the wind was knocked out of me and I moved across the desk away from him.

He grabbed my hips and began fucking me hard, so hard I was screaming in pain each time his cock slammed against my cervix.

"Shall I shut her up boss" One of the mechanics asked moving around to my head holding his erect cock, which I was glad to notice was not a monster but a rather average sized penis.

"NO! I wanna hear this bitch scream as I ruin her cunt" The young man was told and the manager continued to fuck me harder.

I hoped and prayed that he couldn't keep this pace up for long, and my prayers were answered, he briefly sped up but his thrusts got shallower and I knew he was cumming.

"I'm gonna fill this bitch with my black juices" he told the men watching, who were all stroking their cocks, hoping to have the next turn to use my prone body. Then I felt his warm juices shoot into me and his fucking finally slowed down and stopped. He held his cock inside me for a few moments while his last remaining seed was pumped into me then pulled out with a loud POP. I immediately felt our combined juices dribbling from my pussy down onto the desk.

My hands were untied and my limp, used body was lifted up. One of the guys crawled onto the desk and sat holding his cock upright. Again, I noticed that his wasn't as big as the managers and hoped I would have an easier time from now on. At least if I was on top I had more control. The guys lowered me over their colleague and he guided his cock into my stretched out, sloppy pussy and began to thrust upward. I was wrong about the control; I was too weak to do anything and collapsed against him while he fucked up into me. In fact, my pussy was so well stretched from the first fucking I received I could barely feel this normal sized cock inside me.

He must not have been enjoying my loose pussy because he soon began to complain.

"Boss, you stretched her out too much, it's like waving a candle in a cave down here"

"I can solve that" one of the others piped up and I wondered what he was going to do. I didn't have to wait long to find out. He climbed onto the desk behind me, rubbing some of the escaped cum over his cock, and lined up beside his friend. 

The stretching I felt when he too entered my pussy was unreal, and I moaned loudly as I came immediately.

"Fuck yeah, that's better" shouted the guy beneath me and the two men began to fuck me together, loosening my pussy up even more. I knew I would never go back to vanilla sex again, I never could.

By the time my third orgasm hit me, the two guys were ready to cum too and we became one mass of writhing, grunting, screaming bodies as passion overcame us. The both came almost simultaneously and the feeling of two loads of come being dumped in my sloppy pussy was incredible, I knew I would need to feel it again and again.

The guy on top of my climbed off and then I was lifted up again so the guy below me could climb out, and be replaced by another. He too, laid back and held his cock upright just like his predecessor, but his cock was huge. Terrifyingly huge. Jet black and pulsing hard, I had never seen anything like it. I was lowered slowly over it, and was surprised at how easily he slid inside me. Three loads of cum and my own juices must have helped a lot. I began to slowly slide my body up and down this huge pole, enjoying the feeling of fullness that I knew no white cock would ever give me again.

"Now for the real test" I heard a voice behind me. I knew this had to belong to the only guy I had not yet fucked. I looked over my shoulder and saw him rubbing some kind of grease over his cock, then he reached out and I felt the cold grease smeared over my ass hole. Then I felt the familiar feeling of a finger enter my ass, pump in and out a few times then was joined by a second finger. The man started fucking my ass with his two greasy fingers and amazingly I loved it. Although it was slightly painful, the pleasure of having both holes satisfied at once was completely new to me and definitely something I would want to try again, though I would not be admitting that to these monsters.

His fingers were removed and I felt him line his cock up with my puckered hole. After some strong pushing, his cock head slipped in and I screamed. 

"Aaaaaah, too big, get out, please, PLEASE!"

But my pleas were ignored and he continued to force his big black cock into my virgin ass. I was sure I was tearing open but he kept applying more grease around his cock as he fed it in and the pain did subside. Once he was all the way in, I saw the man beneath me, still holding his cock deep inside my pussy, wink at the man above.

"Fight you" was all he said and both men drew almost all the way out and then rammed back into me with all their might. They both slammed in up to their balls and I screamed so loud I had to be gagged.

"Holy shit, I've never seen a slut take both you guys like that before" I heard a voice say.

I continued screaming as they fucked me hard, but this time I screamed in pleasure, and it was muffled by the gag in my mouth. I don't know how many times I came on their cocks but I know my pussy was getting sloppier and sloppier with all the juices. These two men had great stamina too and kept fucking me for what seemed like hours. "I wanna cum in her ass," said the guy below me and I was too slow to stop them as they flipped me over and impaled my sore ass on his enormous cock. He grabbed my ass cheeks and lifted me up and down his cock a few times to loosen me up further then the guy who had just been fucking my ass slammed into my pussy and they continued their rough treatment of me for another ten minutes before finally, they both came together and sprayed my insides with their cum.

After they had pulled out of me, I was passed an oily rag to clean myself up with and some dirty overalls to wear, as my clothes had been ruined.

Thankful that my ordeal was over, I raised myself up on shaky legs and asked the manager for my car keys.

"What are you talking about, that was just the first instalment!" he told me.

Secretly, I can't wait to make my next payment. If you wanna read about it, vote and let me know.



Garage Sale



It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning in November in the Ozarks and I decided to drive the 50 miles to the nearest WalMart to do some shopping.

As I passed through one of the small towns that dotted the hills and hollows of our beautiful Ozarks, I saw a small homemade "Garage Sale" sign in front of a little house just out of town. The home was probably built in the 50s or 60s and had a small free-standing garage behind it. I had found some good tool buys in just such a place in the past, especially if it was the woman selling her husband's things. So I pulled in.

The rain had forced the owner to crowd everything into the small garage, and I saw immediately that it was mostly women's things. I decided to investigate just the same.

The lady sitting behind the small table was petite, maybe about 45 years old, with an almost sad smile and long, dark hair. I am a sucker for long, dark hair. As I passed her and went into the garage I stole a glance at her body and saw that she had full, but not oversized breasts, covered conservatively with a padded bra and V-neck sweater that showed just a hint of cleavage.

I am a widower of five years and an unashamed voyeur, although I try not to be rude or obnoxious with my favorite pastime.

Inside the garage were two women who evidently belonged to the old Ford truck in the driveway. They were looking through a table of women's clothes and, as they held them up, I saw that the lady preferred quality, yet not too expensive, clothing – and it was not all as conservative as the sweater and slacks she was now wearing.

I walked past the two shoppers to a table of odds and ends in the corner. A couple of older tools caught my eye and I picked up an antique brace and bit that was in excellent shape and had the ridiculously cheap price of $2 on it. There were a few more items that caught my attention, and I had four pieces in my hands as I turned to see if there was anything else of interest.

On one of the tables filled with bras and other intimate wear I saw one of those pink, spring-loaded "boob builders" that every woman in the world must have owned at one time or another. Remembering how I used to watch my wife work her little pink machine, I absently laid down my tools and picked the instrument up, working it with both hands and thinking of Denise.

I glanced up to see the two shoppers smiling at each other. I glanced to the front of the garage just in time to see the owner turning away, a shy smile on her face as well. I laid the instrument down quickly, turning red, I am sure.

As the two shoppers took their purchases to the front and paid, I moved that way slowly, finally stopping at an old desk very near the owner's table. It had several books and VCR tapes on it. The books were mostly coffee-table fare consisting of travel scenes from around the world, history, and animals. There was one large book on photography and I thumbed through it, but there was no nudity so I put it back down.

The VCR tapes were mostly westerns and 60s movies, most of which I had seen many times. As I shuffled through them, however, I came across three paperback books with their covers removed. Turning to the title pages I saw that they were borderline pornographic and, thumbing through one, I found a series of photographs in the center that contained full frontal nudity.

I looked up quickly toward the lady in charge and saw the two customers climbing into their truck. The lady was watching me and saw the question in my eyes as I looked up from the books.

"I kind of hid them up front so I could keep an eye on who might see them," she said tentatively, feeling an explanation was in order. "I wanted to make sure no children saw them, but thought some of the women might be interested in getting them for their husbands. I didn't expect any men to come today since I have mostly women's things."

I nodded and looked back at the other two books.

"Have you read them?" I asked, and saw her look away, blushing.

"No, they were my husband's; he died a couple of months ago and I am just now getting around to selling some of his things."

I nodded again and picked up all three books – they looked promising and I could use a little help with my almost nightly masturbation sessions.

As I laid my articles on the table and reached for my wallet, I saw the lady start to speak and then hesitate. I caught her eye and smiled in as friendly a manner as I could.

"I don't suppose you have any more tools?" I asked, hoping to let her off the hook. "I collect older tools that people don't want anymore."

"As a matter of fact, I do," she said, pointing to a door in the back of the small garage. "Leo's shop is in there and there's lots of stuff I wasn't sure would sell. Would you like to see?"

I nodded and she stood to take me back to her late husband's shop. 

"I sure picked the wrong day for this sale," she said, shaking her head. "Maybe it will get better tomorrow."

I agreed with a nod.

"You just never know," I said, following her to the back of the garage as I watched her soft, round bottom move inside the khaki slacks that were not too tight and not too loose. "Her husband had been a lucky man," I thought as I looked closely at her fit figure and the natural, easy way she moved. I bet she could move just as naturally in other ways and felt a slight tingle in my penis at the thought.

In the cramped little shop in the back, which was made even smaller by the built-in workbench, I found a gold mine. Leo had an entire collection of pre-electric hand tools lined up on a peg board. There was also an extensive collection of nuts, bolts and screws in little baby food bottles hanging over the bench. The old vise alone would bring fifty or sixty dollars at the right sale. There was probably at least three or four hundred dollars value in the little room.

She stood in front of the bench, watching me evaluate the tools, and I was glad that I had long ago developed a poker face from hundreds of auctions and garage sales.

"What do you want for the whole lot?" I asked, looking at her calmly. She returned my gaze with one that spoke absolute innocence and honesty, even a hint of warmth.

"I have no idea what they are worth," she said. "They were Leo's father's and he used them his whole life. How about $50?"

I pursed my lips and picked up a hand plane, testing the blade. It was as sharp as the day it was purchased. The man had taken care of his tools. I couldn't help glancing at the man's wife as the thought crossed my mind. "He took care of his wife, too," I thought.

She saw the look and frowned slightly, not sure what I was thinking, but also not sure she had liked the way my glance went straight to her breasts. Her left hand came up instinctively in a defensive gesture, covering the slight cleavage in front.

I looked away quickly, sorry I had caused her concern, and surveyed the shop again.

"I can't do that to you," I said, returning my eyes to hers in as warm and friendly manner as I could. "These tools are worth much more than that, your husband has taken excellent care of them. I will give you $150 for them."

Her eyes had lost their look of indecision and she dropped her hand to join its partner resting on the workbench. She looked around the little shop as if it was a good friend before returning her gaze to me.

As she looked around I could picture her coming out to the shop to call Leo for supper and finding herself lifted up on the workbench and disrobed, sawdust clinging to her body as her husband made passionate love to her. The tension had increased in my shorts but I couldn't help myself. 

"Actually, I hate to sell his stuff," she admitted. "But I am moving in with my daughter and her family in town and they don't have very much room."

"Are you sure they are worth that much?" she asked, turning to me again with that bewitching look of genuine girlish innocence.

"I'll probably get the best end of the deal," I said truthfully. "I'm sure I can sell them for more than that if I take the time to sell them individually on EBay. But Leo kept these in too good of a shape to sell. I will probably mark them as a set and keep them for myself, selling some of my other stuff."

I could see that the thought pleased her, and I found myself hoping that someday she would ask to come see the tools and let me love her in the same way as Leo surely had.

"It's a deal then," she said. "Do you want to take them today?"

I nodded, afraid that someone else might come along and offer her more, although the thought of coming back to see her when no one else would be around was a tempting thought.

"I think I can get them all in the back of my pickup," I said, picking up an old wooden toolbox. "I won't use up your cardboard boxes, I'll just carry everything out by hand."

"You can pull your truck around to the side of the house here," she said, and use the door that leads to the house if you want."

"Thanks," I said. "I think I'll do that."

It had started to drizzle rain and there were no customers in the garage, so she helped me load the tools. As we passed each other in the narrow shop with our arms full our bodies inadvertently brushed against each other, sending electrical currents through my body that ended in the end of my penis, giving me a full erection that I hoped she would not notice.

We finally finished clearing out the little workshop. She took one last wistful look around and closed the door as I walked to the front of the garage, giving her some privacy.

"Who do I make the check out to?" I asked, leaning over her table as she sat down. I had positioned myself perfectly to see even more cleavage as she leaned forward in the process of seating herself. The bra may have been padded, but it was cut deep in the front to allow a delicious view of her ample cleavage to anyone lucky enough to get a glimpse down the front of her blouse. I was appreciating ol' Leo's taste more and more.

"Sarah Tackett," she said, and then paused as if to say something else. I looked up questioningly, waiting to make out the check until she came up with a final figure.

"I was debating whether to ask you something earlier when we began talking about tools," she said slowly, looking away toward the highway and taking a deep breath as if you build up her courage.

"Okay," I said quietly, then lapsed into silence while she collected her thoughts.

When she looked back at me she was blushing deeply – all the way down to the cleavage peeking out at me, I discovered with a quick look. But the look in her eyes said that she had decided to trust me, even though what she had to say was difficult.

"The books you picked out earlier are the only ones I had, but Leo did have some other stuff with the same kind of content," she said, almost breathlessly, looking away and then back to me again with those innocent, yet troubled, eyes.

"What kind of stuff," I asked gently, looking into her eyes and then away so she would not feel so embarrassed.

"Well, there are a lot of sexy videos," she said, "and he had some magazines which he liked a lot and collected. There are four or five boxes of them."

"Can I see them?" I asked, watching her closely as she looked away. The pulse in her neck showed her heart was racing, but when her gaze returned to mine I knew she was not turned on, just embarrassed to be discussing such things with a total stranger.

"Follow me," she said, after a moment's hesitation followed by a resolute look. "I was hoping I could sell these to some of the women who might want to give their husbands a pleasant surprise," she explained as we walked through her back porch and into what must have been her husband's den. "It's kind of embarrassing for me to be showing it to a man," she ended, shooting me a quick glance to make sure I was not misconstruing our venture into the sanctity of her home.

I just nodded at her confession and then moved to five boxes sitting beside a large, oak desk which she had indicated with a wave of her hand.

"I'll give you some privacy," she said, turning to leave the room. "The videos are over there in that box in front of the television."

"What do you want for all of this if I want it?" I asked, sorry she was leaving my presence.

"I'll trust you to set the price," she said, smiling, and clearly thankful that the conversation would soon be over. "I can't take them with me – in fact I don't really want to take them with me, it was just something that Leo . . ." She didn't know what else to say and just stood there for a second blushing again before ducking out of the door.

I took my time rummaging through the magazines. Leo had three favorites, and had evidently kept every one he had ever bought. There was one showing celebrities in different stages of exposure from movies and "oops" pictures; another magazine was dedicated entirely to amateur housewives pleasing their husbands by posing for pictures they surely never thought would end up on the newsstands; and then there were about ten copies of a magazine featuring male-male-female threesomes.

The VCR tapes followed the same themes. I decided to take everything.

As I was putting the tapes back into the box after checking them out, I noticed a tape cabinet sitting beside the television. I wondered if she had kept any for herself and, after checking to make sure she was still sitting at her table, opened her VCR cabinet.

The top drawer was filled with old movies like "The Sound of Music," and "Camelot." The bottom drawer had two or three packages of unused videos waiting to be recorded and five plain videos crammed all the way to the back that had once had tapes on their spine with titles, but which had been torn off. I held the home-recorded tapes in my hand for a second, considering what was on them.

Maybe just Leo skinning out a trophy deer, or grandchildren running around the yard. The way they were hidden in the back of the drawer, however, I couldn't help but wonder if they contained revealing depictions of the lovely lady sitting outside at the table. I tucked them into the box under the other videos, picked it up and walked out to the garage.

"I'll take it all," I said, just glancing at her blushing face briefly. "And I'll give you another $50 for the magazines and tapes. These aren't just the usual cheap stuff. Leo had great taste . . . in everything," I concluded looking directly in her eyes and smiling friendly as her blush deepened.

I carried the other five boxes to the truck and stopped to write the check. Sarah avoided my eyes – I had embarrassed her too deeply with my last remark.

"Thanks," I said casually, smiling at her as I turned to leave. "See, all this rain actually helped you have a good sale anyway, and tomorrow when it clears up all the ladies will be here to buy everything else."

She returned the smile tentatively, and I saw in her eyes that she did not accuse me of being crass, although she was too shy to have totally accepted the compliment I had given her.

As I turned the truck in the driveway I waved casually at Sarah, and she waved back. I planned on seeing her again. If the tapes I had taken were just family heirlooms, I would return them and hope for a show of gratitude. If they were what I expected, and contained nude images of her, I expected her to contact me.

When I got home I pulled out the five plain videos immediately. There was one that had been used more the others, so I teased myself by saving it until last.

The first video I put in the player made every dollar I had spent worthwhile. It was Sarah and, I was quite sure, Leo in bed totally naked. He was on top and she had her legs up over her shoulders. The look on her face as she took her man inside her made me weak in the knees and hard in the crotch. I replayed the first fuck on the video three or four times before moving on. I was falling in love with this beautiful, gentle woman – who was also very, very sexy. Leo died a lucky man.

One of the videos was filled with Sarah performing various strip teases – some of them looked like they were taken ten to fifteen years earlier. Another was filled with Sarah flashing in various public places, including scenes from several visits to Mardi Gras and Fantasy Fest in Key West. What a woman! And what a body!

Two of the videos were of Sarah and Leo making love – in many different positions and at many different stages of their marriages.

The final video, the one Leo had watched the most often, however, was the real gold mine. It began with Sarah sitting on the sofa dressed to the teeth. When a knock came on the door she answered it and a man – who was definitely not Leo – entered. Sarah then proceeded to undress in front of him, undress him, suck him up hard and then climb on his pole and fuck him as he watched her lovely breasts swaying gracefully just out of reach of his face. Three times she serviced the same man, clearly at three different times spread over a period of several years – the last probably a few years earlier.

I jerked off several times that night watching Sarah please these two men in her life, all the while maintaining the soft class and innocence that I had evidenced earlier that day. As a wife, she was yielding to the fantasies of her loving husband, and exhibited no guilt. 

Sarah Tackett unknowingly gave me more pleasure that night than I had experienced in the entire five years since my Denise had died. When I had finally run out of steam I copied all five tapes and fell asleep.

I knew Sarah would be busy with her garage sale all day Saturday, and didn't expect a call until she began packing to move the next week.

The call came Tuesday as I sat at my desk working on a project I have had been busy with for several weeks. I let the call ring through to my answering service. There was a pause after the message and tone, and I could picture the classy lady composing herself and wondering how to say what she had to say.

"Mr. Benton, this is Sarah Tackett. You came by my garage sale last week. Um, when I sold you Leo's stuff from the den I think it included a couple of things that were his favorites which I had hoped to keep for myself . . . kinda like a keepsake. Do you think you could let me buy some of the stuff back? I would appreciate a call. My number is . . . ."

I let her wait until about 7:30 when I returned the call. Before making the call I composed myself, wanting to make sure that I did not give away the fact I had already seen her private tapes.

She answered on the second ring – I suspect she had stayed close to the phone all day.

"Sarah, this is Cal Benton returning your call," I said casually. "You wanted to buy back some of the tapes and magazines?"

"Yes," she said softly. "I thought I had held out those that Leo liked best, but I guess they got mixed up with all the others. There are only four or five, but I would like to keep them to remember him by."

"I don't see a problem," I replied. "I haven't gone through them since I got home, they are still out in the garage. Some of them looked like they might be collector's items, but you can have whichever ones you want, you don't have to buy them back. Just give me the titles you need and your address and I will send them to you."

She hesitated before replying.

"I don't really know the titles, I guess I would have to see them to recognize them," she finally said. "Is there any way I could meet you somewhere for lunch or something and you could bring the whole box of videos? There really aren't any of magazines I would care to keep."

She was offering me a date in return for the tapes! She had recognized I was attracted to her. I smiled to myself. Negotiations had begun.

"That sounds like a good idea," I said. "I'm really quite busy right now, however. How about next week sometime?"




Garage Sale



"Phil! Does this thing work?"

I hated these things. Once a year or so, the block would have one big garage sale. For the couple of bucks we made, it wasn't worth the aggravation of digging the stuff out, cleaning it up and then bickering about the price.

But, here we were again. I raised my head from the pimply teen who was trying to palm one of my Rookie of the Year cards, rather than pay the $5 to see my wife Sue pointing to the white ceiling fan.

"Works fine!" not including the fact that the only reason we changed it was because she wanted a wicker fan.

"And it has all the parts?" another female voice asked, deep and throaty. My head turned. A woman about fifty stood with Sue. Why I didn't notice her before is beyond me. 

I totally forgot about the cards, letting my 10 year old son keep an eye on the teen, and moved across the lawn to my wife of twelve years, the last four of which had been pretty stagnant.

I smiled and nodded at the woman. "Yeah, everything that came with it, including the instructions."

She was Sue's height, 5'5, but bustier, with a salt and pepper Pageboy framing her bone-white skin. Perfect lip gloss and eye-shadow made her look like someone from the perfume counter at Macy's. Her eyes were what? Violet? No, greyish?

She held my eyes, and I knew Sue was watching intently. "Well, it's such a great price! How could I pass it up?" 

I smiled. "I'm sure you'll be satisfied with it."

"Money back guarantee?" she joked as she reached for her purse. 

"You got it," he responded as Sue began to protest. The lady said to Sue, "I'm just joking, Hon!"

I helped her to her car with the box, which was falling apart a bit. I plopped it in her trunk and straightened up. She asked, "So, do I tip you?"

"That won't be necessary, unless you need some help carrying it into your place, too," I flirted.

"Hmm, I don't think your wife would like that."

Sue was busy with another sale by then. "Right now, no, but I'll be available as soon as this thing winds down."

She seemed to be considering it, and I felt something stir in my jeans. "Thanks, I just moved into the neighborhood, I don't want to be run out on a rail!"

"Really? And me being head of the Welcoming Committee? How did I miss that? Seriously though, let me know if you have trouble with that fan."

She looked me up and down. "Hopefully, I won't."

"Okay, you hope your way, I'll hope mine!"

Sue ragged on me for flirting with a woman my mother's age. 

"Oh, come on, I was just being nice, and she wasn't that old."

"Phil, she was probably fifty-five, maybe older!"

"Nah, besides my Mom is 62. Hell, I'm 37, and you're 35! And, like I said, I was just teasing."

The following Saturday, Sue was shopping and I was enjoying the extra room in the garage when a car pulled up. I recognized it right away, and began walking down the driveway, as the lady climbed out.

She smiled broadly. "Looks like you're a better wisher than I am!"

"It doesn't work?" I asked, smiling back.

"Nope. I followed all the directions."

"You did it yourself? Do you know anything about electricity?"

"Oh, you're one of those macho types who think a woman can't do anything outside the bedroom and kitchen?" she teased. 

I laughed. "I didn't say that! But it worked when we took it down. It should still work. But, I'll give you the money back, unless I can come over and fix it?" I winked with that, and she laughed again.

"And your wife would say...?"

"She's shopping. My free time. How about it?"

In five minutes, having left Sue a note about going for a beer, I followed the lady about half a mile to her place, pulling behind her in the driveway.

With my work bag over my shoulder, I followed her into the house with the fan. Her den held her computer and TV, along with a couch and recliner. The existing ceiling fan was on the floor.

"By the way, I'm Sam," she commented.

"Phil, nice to meet you, Sam. Most Sams I know don't smell nearly as nice as you."

"Just most?"

"You'd be surprised."

"I sure would. You don't strike me as that type," she eyed me, smiling.

"I can not tell a lie. I'm totally Hetero."

In a minute, I had tested the fan and it worked fine. "Damn," Sam said. "I thought that's how I had it, too."

"Oh, come on, you were just drawn back to me because of my raw manliness. It happens all the time."

"Oh yes," Faking a faint. "Your wife is so lucky to have you!"

"I wish you could convince her of that!"

"Oh... sorry. That happens sometimes in marriages."

"You, too?" I asked, busily hooking the fan up, permanently.

"A while ago, actually. Divorced, ten years now. Separated, tried again. Sometimes it just runs its course."

"Yeah, well, with a ten year old, I'm not going anyplace soon, can't afford it."

She was watching me closely. "Sometimes you just have to make the best of a bad situation."

I looked down at her from the stepstool, and again felt that stirring. "Got any ideas on how I can do that?"

Her eyes became heavy, and a half-smile came across her lips as she seemed to focus on my growing bulge. "I think you have some ideas of your own, don't you?"

What the Hell, I thought. Reaching down and adjusting my situation, I said calmly, "From the minute I saw you, I had a whole bunch of ideas."

She bit her lip and her hand replaced mine. "I felt it, too, a spark, right?" She looked down at her hand which was now rubbing me. "I hope you can be discreet. I don't want a reputation already."

I steadied myself as I came off the ladder. "Discretion is my middle name," I said, reaching for her breast with one hand, the other pulling her towards me. Her mouth opened for me, and she tasted sweet and fresh, and any age difference dissolved. She moaned softly as her tongue passed my lips, darting, dueling.

I couldn't believe how quickly I was hard, and she squeezed and stroked, and I tugged her sweater over her head, making her release me before I could shoot prematurely.

Her tits were begging to be free, and I popped the hooks quickly and they tumbled out. I bent and sucked on one as my other hand went to the small of her back, catching the zipper for her slacks.

She held my head to her, whispering, "You're in a hurry, huh?"

I grunted, "It's been a while," as she pulled my shirt over my head.

"Me, too, baby, me too!" She wiggled her hips as I slid the slacks down with the panties, and she went back on the couch as I pulled her feet free and spread her thighs, looking up to find all flesh, no pubes. 

As horny as I was, I really wanted her to enjoy this, too, not just a sloppy quickie. I slowly kissed and licked her inner thighs, steadily moving toward the important target. Her head rolled from side to side and she whispered, "Oh, yes, baby, yes, like that, there, right there!"

I paused for effect inches from her wet interior and blew cool air into her and she jerked, excitedly. My tongue entered her in one long lap up her entire length. She groaned and ground herself into my face, and her juices slathered across my cheeks and nose.

After a moment her body arched and she cried out, "Oooooh, Goddddd! Damn!!!!" and shuddered to a lump of flesh. She quickly recovered and pulled me up to her, covering me with kisses and licks as she reached down and found I was still rock-hard.

"Yea, Baby, give it to me, you need to come like me, baby!" she beckoned as she positioned me over her and watched as I smeared my head around her entrance, my cock glistening, then slowly sliding my way into her as she urged me on.

She shifted beneath me, and I kept sliding until I was in up to the pelvis. I backed out and shifted, too, just teasing her, then back in.

"Yes, Honey, that's it, give it to me good!" she urged, and I did just that, harder, faster, feeling her moving with me, our bodies dancing to music we both heard, and the beat picked up and our bodies slapped in time, and I felt the tightening in my scrotum, it wouldn't be long.

Her legs were wrapped around me, holding me in a circle of flesh, and we bounced and sweat, the passion rising, and I felt an ooze of precum, signalling it was time, and I slammed again, this time holding firm as she reacted, holding with me tightly clenched, and then I spurt, again, and again, my jism flashing into her as we both shuddered and she clawed at my back.

After gasping, then panting, and finally just relaxing, I felt Mr. Softie plop out and she made a sound as if it hurt: "Ooh!" We kissed and slowly sat up.

My arm was around her, and she stayed close to my chest, kissing at my nipples as her hand sat idly playing with my limp rod. "Welcome to the neighborhood," I laughed.

She looked up and kissed me. "If Sue's crazy enough to leave you hanging, I'd be more than hapy to pick up the slack, like 'Friends with Benefits', if you're interested."

"Sam, I am."