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Handyman

By: Toolmo



I could not believe this was happening to me! I had read stories of such things when I was younger in Penthouse that my father had thought he had hidden, but I never expected it to happen to me. 

This woman walked from her room, and stood in front of me. She was wearing a red satin robe and black high-heeled shoes. She looked into my eyes and said I had done such a good job that she needed to give me a good tip, and then she dropped her robe.

I worked at a hardware store for three years after I graduated from high school. It was not glamorous but I learned quickly and was promoted to department head rather early. I did pick up one benefit, and that was side jobs. Customers would ask if I could recommend someone to do a job and I would suggest some of the workmen that came in to our store for the job. But in time I took the jobs myself. I had a good background of basics and learned from the classes that the hardware had sent me to.

So I took on a few small jobs on the side. Some were all day ward work and some were quick fixes. Anything from cleaning gutters on houses, installing new mailbox posts, to framing and screening a porch. I knew better then to take on a job to big and took the jobs that were more manual labor. And most of the well to do clients did not want to get their hands dirty. 

A man came into the hardware to get a new mailbox post. We had all wood post made for the "elite" area and he loved it. He asked if we installed them and I told him no. But there are some of us that do side jobs. He smiled and asked when would I be able to do the job. 

We scheduled the job for the middle of the week on my day off to do the work. He said he would be at work but his wife would be at home. Since I was working outside I did not think anything of it and agreed. I knew the postal limits of just how high and how far the post needed to be from the curb since I had done them before.

On the day I was to do the job, there was no one there when I knocked. I called the owner to confirm if I had the right address, and I needed to know where the closest water spigot was. After telling me he informed me his wife must be out shopping. I told him that would not be a problem I had everything I needed to do the job.

It did not take me long to remove the old box and post.They never set them very good in new houses. As I cleared the hole for the new post and cement, I was looking forward to a beer and shower. I had time so I took a break and had a beer from my cooler in the truck, and then went back to work. I had the post set and was ready to mix the cement when she showed up. 

She stepped out of a sleek red Corvette with legs that would kill. Red high heel pumps and a snug red dress slit up her thigh. As she stepped from the car I got a good look at her long legs. She caught me looking and I thought I saw a slight smile, and then went back to work. She did not say a word, just turned and walked into the house. But she did more then walks, she carried herself well as if strutting, like she knew I was watching, and I was! She had on a matching red jacket covering her breasts, but I still could see was large and full. Her long blonde hair gleamed in the noon sun. She had on a dark pair of sunglasses so I could not see her eyes. 

As she went inside, I knew I needed a break, so I went to the truck and had another beer. Soon I was back to work. I ran the hose from the tap and started mixing the cement. I did not even hear her approach me, and when she spoke I jumped a bit. We both laughed and she said she did not mean to startle me. I said it was ok; sometimes I just get into my work. 

I could not help to stare at her boobs, she had left the jacket inside and just as I had thought her tits were large and full. Her dress was strapless and it was all it could do to hold them in. 

She spoke and snapped me out of it, "Are you going to be much longer?"

I told her, "No, maybe forty-five minutes or so." She nodded and told me to let her know when I was done. 

I said, "Yes."

As she walked away she stopped and looking over her shoulder said, in a snide manner, "Go around the back, I don't want my carpet to get dirty."

And walked away into the house. It was then I thought to myself she was a stuck up rich bitch like all the rest. But it was a quick cash job just like the rest I have done in the past. By now I was ready to wrap it up and get the hell out of there. I finished pouring the cement and smoothing it out then stopped for a beer before cleaning up while the cement set. 

I checked the cement and it was setting well enough that I could leave it and go. I did not want to just leave and not tell her since she asked; after all, it was a client. I packed my things into the truck and brushed myself off as best I could. By now it was two P.M. and I would like to enjoy the rest of my day off. I walked around back and found the gate, letting myself in. 

Calling out, I said, "Hello." 

I heard no reply. I closed the gate and walked further into the yard. It was huge, trees all around with a large fence surrounding it, a large patio with a wooden deck around it, with a walk leading to it. As I neared the steps I could hear sounds of bubbles like a Jacuzzi. Again I tried to make myself known, still no reply. 

I was about to go when I heard her voice. It was sweet to my ears, but yet stinging. 

"Are you done?" she snapped.

I turned quickly to see her standing in the doorway. I told her I was done with the job and was ready to go. She just looked at me as if eyeing me. I was a bit nervous but could not help to stare at her. She was bare foot with a terry robe pulled tight to her body. Large framed semi dark sunglasses, yet I could still see her eyes. She knew I was ogling her. I quickly told her that I would be back the next day to take off the braces on the post and it will be ready for use. She laughed at that and I did not know what to think.

She took me by surprise then and said, "Want a beer?"

I tried to be polite and say No thank you, but she had turned and went inside before I could say a word. I walked up onto the deck and could see the Jacuzzi bubbling away and it looked inviting, but I knew I had to go. When she walked out with a beer for me, my thoughts got lost. 

I took the beer and thanked her. As she walked around me I tried to tell her the post would be set and ready by morning. Taking a gulp of the beer I turned to see she had gotten into the tub, the bubbles enveloping her body up to her neck. The look in her eye was something to dream of, lustful and wanting. My cock was growing harder and she knew it by the bulge in my pants.

It was if she took over my mind, and commanded me. She told me to strip down and to join her. And I did without thinking! I was driven by lust! I downed my beer and dropped my clothes and headed for the tub. 

It was then she said, "STOP!"

I froze in my steps naked in front of her, scared and excited. 

She then said, with a smile, "We need more beer. Go to the fridge and get us some."

Now I was so hyped up about this woman and so confused at the same time I did not know what to do. I did as she asked and went to get us more beer. I walked naked into this stranger's house and found the fridge, grabbing two more beers before returning to the tub.

I walked into the tub with the beer as if I were a servant of an Egyptian queen. She knew she had me in her power! Handing her a beer she gulped down half of it in one hit. Then without warning she rose up partly out of the tub exposing her huge firm tits and took my hard cock deep in her mouth. I thought I would cum right there but was too afraid to. She slurped me for what seemed like several minutes then stopped and drank the rest of her beer. 

Handing me the empty she said, "More."

I went to get more beer. I had not finished mine, but did on the way. When I got back to the tub she was lying on a lounge chair sunning herself. This woman was so hot, large firm tits toned tan body (no tan lines) and a shaven pussy. I stood there just looking her over. Her tits were round and firm and nipples big and hard. Her skin looked smooth and soft and her stomach was flat and toned. She had her legs spread open slightly, I could see she was wet and her lips open like she was playing with herself, it was then I saw her licking her fingers and knew I was right. I wanted to dive in face first, and that is just what I did. 

She was enjoying it as much as I enjoyed giving it. I sucked her lips and fingered her till she was soaking my face and moaning so loud, and then I went for her clit. She gripped my head and pushed me in deeper till I could not breath, then she let me up for air and I was back on her clit again. She was squirming and moaning so hard, really getting off on this, so I thought I would take a chance and slid a finger up her ass. This set her off and she came so hard she was bucking and gushed on my face. I have never had a woman gush like that! It caught me by surprise but I stayed with her and keep licking and sucking till she started to calm down. As I slowly slid my fingers out she had another orgasm. 

I stood up and could feel the goo oozing down my face, I licked up what I could then downed half a beer as she caught her breathe. She still had her legs spread wide and you could see that her cum all over her. Her lips were open and inviting. I knelt on the lounge chair between her legs and guided my throbbing hard cock to her hole and pushed. Even as wet as she was she was still tight. With the first push she gasped and looked up at me, eyes glazed, as if I had caught her by surprise. I think she was still in a mind daze from her orgasm. As her head cleared she grabbed my hips and with a heavy heated sigh said, "Yes", and pulled me into her all the way. I lay still for moment just to get use to her feel. My cock throbbed inside her as her pussy clinched on my cock. This woman knew how to fuck. 

I started out slowly, pulling out and pumping in, her mouth was agape and breathing quickened. I worked in and out with short and long stokes. And even a little side-to-side movements. She seemed to be enjoying it, moaning and gasping, rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples. Then she snaked one hand down and started to finger her clit, I knew it was time to pick up the pace. I increased my speed just enough to still allow her to rub her clit. By now she had her legs pulled up high and wide, her knees were almost in her armpits. She started rubbing her clit harder and harder, till suddenly she grit her teeth and forcefully told me, 

"FUCK ME HARD! NOW!"

And I did, I slammed my cock into her pussy so hard I thought we would break the chair, but I didn't care. I pounded her so hard and fast I could not tell if she orgasmed or not, by then it was all I could do to keep going. I could not take anymore I had to cum, and cum I did. I unleashed a load so hard and full it made her gasp, as if getting hit in the stomach. I collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around me and bucked several times as my dick emptied into her. 

We laid there for a minute, both breathing heavy, till she unwrapped her legs and I stood up. She surprised me by setting up quickly, grabbed my hips and stuffed my wet cock in her mouth. I was so surprised I shot another small load into her throat. She did not miss a beat, just gulped it down and licked my cock and balls till she had them clean. As she stood up I placed my hands on her tits and pinched her nipples, kissing her lips as she snaked her tongue to find mine. 

She turned to the tub and looking over her shoulder said, "Get more beer before you get in with me."

I could not believe this woman. 

As I went for the beer I saw the clock, it was just after 5. When did her husband get home, shit I had to get out of there? I took two beers back to the tub and got in, 

then asked, "When does your husband get home?"

She did not say a word, just held out her hand for the beer. After gulping half down she looked at me and said without batting an eye, "About 6." 

She could see the fear in my face, even thought I tried to play cool. I sat beside her and played with her tits as I downed my beer quickly. 

Then giving her a kiss said, "I had better go, if you want me to come back tomorrow."

Her eyes got wide and nipples hard, and took it as a yes. I told her I would be back at 12:30 to pull the stakes and check the post. 

She said, "I look forward to it."

The next day when I pulled up to the house I did not see a soul, so I checked the cement and post to see if it was solid, and pulled the bracing off. As I did the garage door opened and there stood her husband, my heart started to pound. He walked down the drive toward me with no tales of emotion on his face. As he neared he smiled, held out his hand and told me I did a great job. He was very pleased with the post and mailbox. He went on to say he was going out of town for several days but had more jobs for me if I was interested. I just nodded yes. He then paid me for the job and even gave me a little extra. As he walked to his car to leave he told me to see his wife, she has the list of the jobs that need done and we could work out the details later. As he left I just stood there stunned. 

I went to the door inside the garage since he left it open and knocked. The garage door closed behind me and she opened the door to the house, stark naked.

Handyman



Roger a fifty-four years old widower lives in the southern part of the USA. He stood about five-foot five, has average weight, black hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. He doesn't consider himself handsome, or someone women would find attractive. So he doesn't have an interested in looking for someone, or dating. He spends his week like the average man, working, taking care of his home and son. While shopping at the local market one Friday he met and has become friends with an older woman named Margaret.

Margaret was a Caucasian woman in her sixties. She stood about 5' 5". Her short white hair accented her blue eyes, and lips the color of a rose. She had a full figure, wide hips, and a good set of tits. His first thought was how he'd like to bury his face and cock in them. She didn't wear make-up because she didn't need it, she sparkled with a beauty many men would not see. He felt an immediate attraction to her. 

When he first saw her, she was shopping at the same market he goes too. She was alone and always appeared to be lonely. However, she did smile in greeting every time they came close to one another. The following week he decided when he had the chance; he would stop and talk to her. He did and introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Roger."

"Hello, Roger my name is Margaret, nice to meet you."

Nothing else was said that week, but as the days passed, their conversations extended past the usual greeting. He found out she was a widow. She was also needing someone to help her with small things around the house, but had no idea where to look, and was too shy to ask.

"Sorry to hear about your husband, I know how that goes I have been a widower for over two years. My wife died of cancer. By the way if you want, I can come over and help you with some things if you want."

"Oh that would be nice, but I cannot pay you much."

"Don't worry about that, you can pay me with a home cooked meal."

"Okay, I can do that. When can you come over?"

He thought for a moment then suggested, "How's about this coming Saturday, around three o'clock?"

"That will be nice. Here's my address and phone number, just in case you get lost or have to cancel."

He chuckled, "I doubt I will cancel on a free meal."

In the back of his mind he wondered is she would be willing to be the dessert. After all age is just a mere number, and her body was alluring. Besides it would be just sex, and he never got enough of that. 

Saturday was three days away, and the time drug by slowly. When the day finally arrived, he showered and dressed in blue-jeans and a t-shirt, after all he would be doing handyman type work.

When he arrived she greeted him wearing a skirt and casual blouse. "Thanks for coming over to help me out, Roger, this won't take long." 

She seemed to be such a sweet woman. He also loved the fact that she offered a home cooked meal as his reward for helping her.

She then told him she needed a few light bulbs changed, but was scared of heights. She pointed to a hall closet and told him he'd find the stepladder there. She told him she'd go get the bulbs as he retrieved the ladder. When they had everything needed, she showed him the ones that needed to be replaced. 

When they had one bulb left, she told him he needed to change the one in her bedroom closet. In addition he could hand her a couple boxes off the top shelf. 

When they entered the room he saw it was neat and tidy. Everything had butterflies on it and was either purple or pink and nicely coordinated. 

She then directed him to the closet. The huge walk in closet was as bigger than any he'd ever seen. 

"Roger, while you're on the ladder, I want you to hand me a couple of boxes. I need to find some papers and I am sure they are in one of them."

"No problem. Let me change this bulb then you can tell me which ones you need." He changed the bulb and she turned the light on. 

"Now which ones do you need Margaret?"

"One box if brown and has a label on it which reads, 2010, insurance paperwork, and one is green, and it reads insurance papers 2011."

He found them, picked up one box and handed it down to her. When he did he got a good look down her blouse. He swallowed hard, and felt his dick stir. Oh man, what a time for a boner, he froze. . She noticed he was acting peculiar and asked. "What's wrong dear?"

"Oh nothing," hoping she had not noticed the swelling in his jeans. He quickly composed himself, found the other box, and handed it to her. 

He got down off the ladder, and was startled, they were face to face. He tried to act casual, and spoke, "What else do you need done, I'm don't have to be home till 10pm to make sure my son goes to bed, and doesn't stay up too late playing video games."

She moved back, smiled and batted her eyes. "Nothing I can think of. Hey, I'm getting thirsty, would you like some cool tea, soda, or a beer?"

"I'd like some tea with sugar and lemon if you have it, my throat is a bit parched."

"Good why don't you go sit on the sofa as I get us both some. After that we can have supper, as it won't take long to finish that, I have a roast in the oven with all the trimmings. Plus German chocolate cake for dessert."

"You didn't have to go to all that trouble."

"It's no problem besides it feels nice cooking for a man again."

She came back with tea and napkins, and the two sat and talked like long lost friends. Neither was really looking for romance, but somehow the two were drawn to each other

"You know, I used to have a handyman, but he moved to another state." She blushed, and then chuckled, "He was so good to me, in more ways than one."

He kind of knew what she was hinting at and asked. "Oh really, care to tell me what you he did, if it's not too embarrassing?"

Her eyes lit up, and her hands trembled when she began to talk. "This all happened after Alvin passed away mind you, but we did have some fun times. He fixed faucets, changed light bulbs, and even helped by cleaning the windows. I cooked for him, and we often went on a picnic, it was fun to get out of this boring house. However, there were some things I loved doing, something I really miss doing with a man."

Well that perked up his interest, and his cock twitched and began to swell. "What was that, you can tell me, I will keep it a secret?"

She gulped, looked him in the eyes, to gauge his reaction and blurted out. "I'm not a prude and I used to pay him for his work by giving him a blow job. I may be old baby, but I love sex, always did."

All a sudden she looked down at his crotch and licked her lips. "Oh my god, honey, looks like you have an erection."

He took a deep breath. "Sorry about that. Excuse me, but I accidently got a glimpse of your beautiful tits while on the ladder, and my dick started to swell and throb. Then when you talked about the blow job, I got a hard-on."

She smiled, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Well I I think we can do something about that honey. However, I am hungry, how about us eating supper, and having some sexy fun afterwards?"

He could not believe his ears, she was propositioning him. He just stared at her.

She patted his arm, "Don't worry honey, I am not too old to, cut the mustard."

She told him where the bathroom was, so he could wash up. Then she got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare supper.

About ten minutes later he joined her. "Can I do anything to help?"

"Sure honey, the plates are in the cupboard on your left, and the silverware in the door to your right. When you get the table set, I will pour us some more tea, unless you want a beer, because everything is ready to serve."

"Tea is fine." He set the table, and watched her put the finishing touches on a scrumptious meal. 

Before he could do anything else, she walked over to him, placed her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. 

"Oh god, I have wanted to do that since I first met you. I'm glad you could come over, I have a sneaky feeling we are going to be good friends and maybe more."

He moaned and quivered, her kiss was sweeter than wine. He held her for a moment, and then stated, "I'd like that." He then kissed her hard enough to curl her toes,

Her eyes twinkled in delight, he hadn't seen her this happy since the first day we said hello.

They enjoyed the meal talking about family, religion, and places they traveled to. In his mind he told himself, he could get used to this, every week or so.

She gathered the plates, and served up dessert. "You know Roger; I could really use you as my handyman, on a permanent basis. Maybe I can call you ever every other weekend if I need you for something."

"This cake is delicious, thanks for a great meal. I like your way of thinking, I'd love to help you out. Are we just talking about odd jobs around the house?"

She winked, blushed, and purred, "Around the house and in my bedroom, if you don't mind."

"Oooh honey, you're making my dick hard again!"

"Good because this baby is horny as hell. Are you ready to go into my bedroom and have some hot, sexy, fun?"

Before he could say a word she got up and took him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom. Once inside the room she started stripping. 

He couldn't keep his eyes off her; she was so beautiful, even at her age. 

"Well honey, don't just stand there, please take those clothes off."

She climbed onto the bed to watch as he hurriedly removed his clothing. His cock was fat but eight inches, and his big balls hung down full of his seed.

She licked her lips, quivered and cooed. "Mmm you are so sexy looking, my pussy is springing a leak, and is purring!"

He smiled and climbed onto the bed. "Well now, I'll just have to take care of that won't I?"

"Not yet, I want to suck that gorgeous cock of yours first."

Her eyes locked onto his cock. She licked her lips hungrily as she wrapped her hand around it. She flicked the tip with her tongue savoring the musky smell, and lapping up the tangy taste of precum. 

"Yummy, it tastes so good Roger!"

He felt light headed and hot, it had been too long since a woman touched his cock, and he thought he'd pass out.

A soft growl escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the moment. Slowly, her warm, wet mouth engulfed his cock, and he loved how her pink lips wrapped around the shaft and sucked him deep.

"Ooooh fuck, that feels sooooo damn good!"

She just kept going, licking the shaft, and tickling his balls with her tongue. The slurping sounds and sight made his cock harder than steel. He was in seventh heaven. He knew he could not last must longer, he'd felt like he would explode any minute.

She must have been really turned and sensed his arousal heightening, because she began to suck his cock faster. He put his hands on her head, and started humping her face. 

He paused long enough to ask, "Am I hurting you?"

She paused long enough to reply, "No I love taking care of my baby. I want to swallow your sweet load too boney. She resumed sucking his cock and rolling his balls.

Her moaning, slurping sounds, along with the sight of his shiny pulsating cock, coated with her saliva coating, sent him over the edge.

"Ooooh Margaret, I am ccuummiinnnggg!!" 

He thought he would never stop, there was some much jism that if overflowed onto her chin. 

She eagerly licked up every drop. Following that she moved upwards until her lips touched his. They shared a soft passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, and held her, because it felt right. He didn't care that she was older, as she too needed to feel loved.

He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest, and let his finger travel to her warm, moist pussy. God she was drenched. 

He then kissed her cheeks and neck then nibbled on her earlobe. "My turn baby, lay down, I want to eat that hot cunt!"

"Oh yes I would like that!" 

He moved and got between her legs. He inhaled deep letting the intoxicating aroma of her sex, tantalize all his senses. He then moved closer and slid his tongue the full length of her hairy mound. 

She quivered, ran her fingers through his hair, and squealed, "Ooooh honey eat my hot pussy!"

He spread the silky folds of her pussy, and was awed as to how wet she was. He slithered his tongue across the velvety skin, and she moaned in response. When he flicked her clit, a gush of fluids covered his chin. He lapped it up than shoved his tongue deep inside her. The warmth of her inner flesh was magnificent. It milked his tongue like a small cock. 

"Ooooh god, if you keep doing that baby and I will cover your face with cum!"

He paused long enough to growl, "I hope so!"

He licked, probed, and tickled every inch of her twat with his tongue. He then shoved two fingers inside her hole as he sucked on her engorged clit. She was gushing so much it ran down the crack of her ass onto the bed. 

She appeared to be in another dimension. She moved her head from side to side, moaned, and begun moving her hips and fucking his fingers. 

He increased the pace, and she began to shake violently. 

"Ooooh honey I am cumming!"

She covered his whole hand and wrist with her juices. He licked eagerly like a hungry pup at a bowl of milk. 

When she finished, he moved up and took her in his arms, basking in the afterglow. 

"Roger."

"What."

"I'm glad we met I really needed you more than you realize. Does my age bother you?"

"Margaret, I needed you baby, as much as you did me. Age to me only matters if you're buying cheese and wine."

They both laughed and he held her for my comfort as much as hers.

About an hour later, he lifted her chin as he placed his lips on hers. 

"Honey I need to get home before my son worries where I am. I would not want him to come looking for me."

"Okay. Well I want to thank you for helping me. We will have to do this again, you can bet on it."

"I know we will."

He cleaned himself up, and dressed. He held her close one last time and then kissed her goodbye. 

As he drove off, he knew they were going to be more than just friends, and her handyman.



Handyman



I'm a handyman, residential or commercial I can fix it. This week I am working in an office building in Marion, Indiana. The place is still open for business; I work around their clients and employees. I am rewiring the building for electronic and security upgrades. There are more women working this lawyer's office than men, some nice looking young legal aids running around here.

I am forty years old and not that bad looking, at least that is what I am told. They are flirting with me; I am not that outgoing with people, I like to get my work done and be left alone. But hell, I won't pass a chance at someone that much younger than me. I travel around taking work and affection where I can. I have a list of references a mile long. Right now, I am subcontracted with a security company to wire several buildings inside the city limits. I had to hire a couple of local men to help. We were three weeks into this building; six floors over two hundred offices. I worked late most nights, because I had nothing else to do. I don't drink or party anymore, not since the last time cost me a major job. Missing three days of work on a million dollar contract hurt, that set my business back a couple of years. This new contract would bring me back onto my schedule.

It was Friday afternoon, after working five twelve hour days here on the jobsite then one or two hours every night on paperwork. I was ready for the weekend, tonight was a dinner then maybe a movie alone as usual. One of the secretaries had been making special trips to see if I needed anything, like coffee, water. She was going out of her way to attend my needs, that afternoon I decided to see just what she would do. It wasn't the first time a woman had shown interest while I was working in her office.

"Jack, would you like a cup of coffee?" She asks.

"Alyna, I would love a cup. You know, black, no sugar or cream." I said.

"I'll be right back." Alyna said.

Alyna born in the Ukraine, her folks immigrated here when she was a child. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautifully tall, with the heels she wore. She was about six foot four inches, and maybe one hundred, twenty pounds. She had my attention. When she returned, I said, "Thank you, Alyna." I paused, "Say, what are you doing tonight? I was thinking of quitting a little early and going out for supper. Would you like to join me for dinner and a movie of your choice?"

"I.... Yes, I would. I need to run home first, I have pets to care for." She said.

"That's fine. I need to go home and clean up first." I said.

"Where do you live?" She asks.

"I'm in a campground outside town." I said.

"Do you have clothes with you?" She asks.

"Yes, I always carry extra clothing with me." I said.

"I usually take a bus to work and back home. If you want, you can take me home and use my shower and bathroom to clean up." She said.

I smiled, "That would save me sometime, sure I can do that."

"Fine, I get off at five, meet me at my desk; you can take me home tonight." She said.

I had a hard time focusing on my work the rest of the day. Five o'clock just didn't want to arrive, but at four-thirty I ordered a cleanup and put the tools away. At five till five I was standing a ways from her desk waiting. I had two bottles of cold water, one for her and one for me. The clock struck five; she stood and walked towards me. I held my arm out for her, she took it and we walked to the elevator. She held my arm all the way down-and-out to the truck. I opened her door and helped her in and attached her seat belt for her. I climbed in the truck; Alyna guided me to her house.

The place was across town, a new large modern house. "How did she afford this on her pay?" I wondered. 

"You can park in the driveway." She said and waited till I opened her door for her. I followed her into the house. Two cats meet us at the door, I was carrying my duffel back, it was my emergency kit. I often run into problems where afterwards I needed to clean up. I had two sets of clothes, one for work, one for dress. There was a shave kit, soap and shampoo plus socks and underwear and a pair of dress boots.

She led me through the house, "You can use the guest bath," She said, "its right there." She guided me into the bedroom and pointed at a door. "There" She said.

"What about your husband?" I ask.

"What are you asking that for, you know I am not married or you wouldn't be here." She said, "Besides he run off two years ago with a young redhead."

"Sorry to hear that." I said.

"So was I, she was my favorite niece, my youngest brother's daughter. The little bitch." She said.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Get ready; while you are in here I will change into something more fitting." She said. She left the room, I went into the bathroom. I shaved then showered. I dried off and dressed. Out in the bedroom, I sat on the bed and put my socks and boots on. I stuff my things back in the bag. I dropped it by the bedroom door. I walked out into the livingroom. Alyna was standing there in a black pleaded cotton skirt the come to just above her knees, a white thin cotton blouse with a black vest over it. The blouse was open down to where the vest closed over her breast showing a lot of cleavage. Her thick full blonde hair was draped down over her shoulder about six inches below her breast. She wore heels that had to be seven inches high. I stood there staring at the beauty before me.

"Put your eyes and tongue back into your head, I know I am a sight, but please." She said.

"Sorry, the look is so much different than your office look." I said.

"I know men just can't handle it." She said.

"I wouldn't know why, I have never seen a better view anywhere." I said.

She blushed, "Thank you, are we ready?"

"Where do you want to eat?" I ask.

She studied me, I was dress in black slacks and a blue shirt, not formal but not jeans and a t. "You look nice too." She said, "I was thinking about going to Ft. Wayne. There is a little diner on the south side that serves a good home cooked style menu; it's classy and not overstuffed."

"I'll drive, you guide me." I said.

"Let's take my car; your truck will be out of style for the night." She said handing me the keys. I looked at the key. It was an old Ford key. She took me out into the garage, there was a 1974 Ford Maverick Grabber sitting there. I marveled, "Shit, sorry, forgive me, but this is a 1974 Maverick Grabber with a 302 Boss under the hood. This is your car, your only car?" I ask.

"Yes, I haven't found the other one I want yet." She said.

I looked at her, "Don't tell me, you want the custom build Drag-n-fly that matches this." I said.

"You know of the Drag-n-fly, not many know about that rare car." She said.

"I know of one in existence, the man wants an arm, a leg from my two kids." I said.

"Yeah, I know him too." She said.

"I had some great memories in a Maverick. I am honored to drive this tonight, if you don't mind me driving it hard" I said.

"Drive her like she's supposed to be driven, it is fully-insured." She said.

I held the door for her; she put on her own seat belt. I slid in behind the wheel. She reached over and pushed the remote for the garage door, it started up. I started the engine, the roar was beautiful. I put it in gear; the four speed shifter on the floor brought back memories. I backed out of the garage and waited till the door went down, my truck was locked. I backed out onto the street and stopped, "May I?" I ask.

"She smiled, "Of course, how could you drive it without smoking the tires once."

I revved the engine, dumped the clutch. The car didn't move forward but the rear tires were spinning. I slammed it into second gear and the tires never stopped, but we started moving forward. I was smiling, not only was I taking this woman on a date but now I was driving her muscle car. I had it smoking the tires in front of her house; I just hope I was spending the night in her bed.

I looked over, she was smiling at me. "What, I haven't done this in twenty years; we are not taking the interstate tonight." I said. I headed out of town on a state route. The traffic was heavy; I made a turn I found a county road running north. I opened it up. I hit one-thirty before I backed it down to within the speed limits. She was white. "Are you Ok?" I ask.

"Are you crazy? That was wild; I never run it that fast." She said.

"My Maverick topped at one thirty. I don't know what this car would top at. I would like to find out, but I don' know the roads around here, trying this speed on the interstate is stupid.

We reached the diner, and had our meal. As we were finishing, "Do you know what movie you would like to see?" I ask.

"I thought maybe we could go back to my place and watch some stuff I have. If you take the interstate home and try to reach top speed. The trip here got me wet and horny, the return trip should take me over the edge." She said.

We left the diner, I thought hard on how to get the state boys off of the highway before I started south. I couldn't think of anything that would work without causing a massive problem. Hell, I would chance it, she would be worth it. If I got arrested so be it, maybe she would bail me out. I turned onto the ramp to the interstate. I slid into traffic as we leave the city the traffic thins out a lot. I am already pushing eighty; I pushed the pedal to the floor. It's less than twenty miles to our exit. I hold the pedal down; cars are flying backwards as we go by them. Alyna is smiling and has one hand between her legs with her skirt pulled up to her waist. She is getting off on this, her legs look good but I have little time to study them. Mere minutes go by when I see the sign telling of the exit we need. I have hit one hundred and fifty-five miles an hour, not bad for this machine. I let off the pedal and the car starts is slow down. Two miles later I stop at the turn at the end of the off-ramp. I look over at Alyna, she is leaning into the door her head back, eyes closed, her fingers are busy as she comes. Her breathing is labored and she is stiff. I make the turn and head for her place. She comes out of it, "You look damn hot like that. Alyna, I hope you saved some for me." I said.

"There is plenty for you. I just hope you can handle it all night." She said.

"Woman, don't you worry about me, I can handle you and your sister." I said.

I pulled up to a stop light; this Camaro pulls up on my side. I look over, the Camaro is beefed, the driver signals he wants to run. I look at Alyna, she smiles and reaches to the dash and pushes a panel above the stereo. The panel drops down revealing a gauge, a switch and a light. She flips the switch, the light says, "Armed" on it. That is when I first really notice the red button on the steering wheel. "Shit, NOS" I said. I turn to the other driver and give him the bird. The light turns green; I dump the clutch and the Maverick shot forward. We are almost a full car length in front of the Camaro when I hit fourth gear. The Camaro ease up beside me, I give the red button a five-count push. The Maverick shoots out in front leaving the Camaro behind. I don't watch the loser as I slid the Maverick into a right hand ninety degree turn at sixty miles an hour. I hear sirens and leave the area, minutes later I am backing into the garage. I never saw a red light flashing behind me. Damn, another good night behind the wheel of a Maverick.

"Push the seat back" She said. I leaned down and pushed the full bench seat back. She leans over and grabs my belt; she undoes the belt and pulls the zipper down. I raise my ass and lower my pants. "No one has ever driven this car like that. I have never cum so hard in my life. I need to taste your shifter." She cried.

I sat back as she lowered her head around my cock. She sucked my cock hard, licking and tonguing the head. I laid my left hand on her blonde head; my right hand snaked between her legs. She was so wet, her juices spreading along both thighs; I pushed two fingers into her cunt. She spreads her legs to give me room. I finger-fucked her pussy while she swallowed the head of my cock, pulling free, sucking one ball into her mouth then the second one, she swirled her tongue around my balls and she popped them out one at a time. I about popped right there. I lain my head back, she said, "Come in my mouth this time."

"I can do that." I said. She engulfed my cock and sucked hard on it. I said, "Shit." My fingers driving in and out of her cunt, she squeezed my balls, her lips locked just below the head, her tongue swirling over the soft sensitive flesh. I blew my load into her mouth; she swallowed like it was nothing. I enjoyed the head and fingering her.

"Woman, time to get away from this teenage sex and find a carpeted floor with some room, so we can fuck like adults." I said.

"Yes, I need cock in pussy." She said with a Russian accent. She laughed.

"Funny" I said as I stood beside the car pulling my pants up. I helped her slid under the steering wheel and out beside me. I had a good idea; I pushed her down over the trunk from the side of the car. I flipped her skirt up and knelt behind her. I buried my face in her twat, she screamed as my tongue slid inside her. She pounded her fist on the car, "Fuck, eat me you prick, shove that tongue deeper." She screamed.

I put my right arm around her leg and fingered her clit. My tongue pushing in and out of her hole, my left hand rose up and I pushed two fingers into her asshole. "Fuck, yes, please god fucking yes" She shouted. She cum in my mouth, her hot juices squirted out into my mouth, it about choked me. I had not been expecting her to ejaculate her cum. I recovered quickly and lapped her juices up, it is the sweetest nectar on the planet, I'm not going to waste it. She had come so many times since we left the diner. Her knees buckled, I scooped her beautiful little ass up and carried her into the house.

"Take me into bedroom, to all my toys." She said. 

I carried her into her bedroom; I put her down on the bed. Before she could move I had her vest and blouse off and was pulling her skirt off. She laid there in her garterbelt, stockings and heels. I moved and found the bindings on the headboard. I cuffed her right wrist and crawled across her and cuffed her left wrist. She cried, "No, you're supposed to be here."

I smile at her and cuffed her left ankle then her right ankle. She was cussing now, "Fuck, you prick, this is my place, I am the Dom here."

"Not this time, my sweet," I said, ", now to find the rest of your stuff." I looked around the room, the hope chest at the foot of the bed, "Here I bet," I opened it to find many toys. I dug through it till I found a ball-gag. I moved to her, I kissed her. She tried to bite me. "My love, it is your turn to lie back and let me care for you." I said. She couldn't respond because when she opened her mouth I pushed the ball gag in. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, down her neck. I worked my way slowly down her naked tanned body, trailing kisses to her tits that firm nice breast, I licked each one of them round and around them, sucking and nipping the nipples. Alyna is moaning and crying, happy and mad, as I covered every inches of her breast inside and outside. I move down her abdomen licking and kissing till I reach her bellybutton. She is fighting the bindings, pulling her hips away but she can only go so far. I move between her legs, I return to her bellybutton, the piercing is beautiful I scrape my teeth across it, she moans. I lick lower and lower into her blonde trimmed bush. I lick each side of the bush along the upper thigh. She is wiggling like mad, I am driving her crazy, I can see it in her eyes. I reach around and pull something from my hip pocket, her eyes grow huge in surprise, I have a large dildo I found in her box of toys. I lay it against her pussy; I work the tip of it up and down her pussy lips. She is about to come again, slowly I work the tip into her cunt. She screams a muffled, "FUCK" 

I ease the fifteen inch dildo into her pussy. It fills her up, she is gasping around the gag, her arms are pulling against the restrains, her mind is so fucked she is gone. I pull the dildo out and push it back in, I start fucking her with it. She is flopping on the bed now, the orgasms have taken her, she has come and come. She has reached a place that she has never known.

I pull the dildo out and lay it aside, I moved around the bed, uncuffing her. I crawl up and pull her head to my shoulder, I hold her as she comes down from her heights. She lays still now curled up against me, she is breathing normal. I just hold my woman, as she sleeps. I drift off holding her.

Morning comes, I awake, she is still curled up against me asleep. I pull loose and go into the bathroom to clean up. I return she is stirring. I kneel on the bed and kiss her, "Time to rise, clean up and put on something light and airy. Not covering too much, I want my woman open to me. I will be down fixing some breakfast." I said and left the room. 

As I was fixing breakfast, Alyna come into the room wearing a see-through cover, white stockings and white wedge sandals. Her hair freshly washed and almost dry, the smile on her face reflected a million pearls.

"That was great, that ride and what you did to me afterwards. I have never been bound like that, I was always the dominator, but being dominated sent me places I never knew." She said.

I smiled at her. "I can't stay" I said.

"What, can't stay today?" She asks.

"No, once this job's done, I will move on." I said.

"No, you must stay, I will give you anything you want, me, the house, my bank account, whatever you want, even other women, but you can't leave me." She cried.

"I don't want anything but maybe you, but I can't stay it's not in my blood anymore. If I settled down my life will go wrong." I said.

"Then take me with you, I will quit my job, I have enough for us to live on." She said.

"Damn it, Alyna. I love you but it won't work, it will destroy us. I have tried this before, though they were nothing like you. I can't have a woman in my life, like that. I will hurt you just as I am now." I said.

"I can't live without you; I am ruined to others after last night. I belong to you now; no one will fill me like that again. I will follow you where ever you go." She said.

"Damn it, Alyna. I have two months on this job, we can try it here. I will store my trailer and move in with you. I want you to continue working. Nothing is to change, except me in your bed. If I can keep jobs here or within an hour's drive, I will stay till we go south.

She attacked me kissing and hugging, I stood there laughing because I wanted this just as bad as she did. I would try to make it work. I took her and threw her over my shoulder. She had come so much last night. I wanted some more fun. I carried her up to the bedroom; I chained her face down on the bed with the same shackles I had used last night. I stuffed several large pillows under her torso lifting her body into the air. I dug through the box till I found a butt plug and a ring gag. I put the ring gag into her mouth and fastened it behind her head. I pushed the butt plug into her ass and turned it on. She was cumming already; I lowered my head and licked her cunt tasting her pussy. I found a ten inch vibrator and pushed it into her twat and set it to high. I moved around to her head. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Slowly I pushed my stiff meat into her mouth through the ring gag. She moaned she now had all three holes full with something. I forced my cock down her throat. She choked but I kept pushing.

"My beautiful Russian slut, you are going to take this down your throat till I feel your nose against my skin. You belong to me now; I am your master in this bedroom." I said. I shoved my cock deep into her throat. She didn't cry and just opened her throat and let it slid in; I started fucking her mouth, holding her head with both hands so she couldn't move. I pushed all ten inches down her throat, her nose pushed into my hair and skin at the base of my cock. I held there till she choked trying to breathe. I pulled out and removed the ring gag. 




Handyman



"You fucking prick...." She started too said before I pushed my cock back into her mouth.

"My little slut shut up and suck." I said. She did. Her lips wrapped around my cock as I pumped it in and out of her mouth. I pulled from her. I moved to her ass, I pulled the small butt plug out and took it up and pushed it into her mouth. I used a scarf laying on the nightstand and tied it in place.

I moved back to her ass and fingered her butthole for a few minutes. I was naked this time; I had some gel laying on the bed. Grabbing the gel, I push it into her ass; I work the gel in well. I spread her cheeks apart and push the head of my cock against that little brown hole. She screams as I force my cock into her ass, slowly I drive my meat all the way in. She hovers there as I pound her ass, she is begging for more, "Yes, fuck my ass, make me cum while you fuck my butt." She cried. On and on I fucked, she was taking my cock deep, she thrust back onto my dick. She screamed and tensed up as her orgasm swept her body. She pulled against the ropes holding her in place. My dick slid in and out of her ass, she relaxed, dropping to the bed, "Fuck me till you come or I can suck you off." She said.

I untied her; I lifted her from the bed. I helped her into the bathroom. I started the shower. I washed myself, then pulled her into the spray. I backed her against the wall, I lifted her right leg and put her ankle over my shoulder. I guided my dick into her twat, she moaned as I filled her pussy with meat. "This is for me, I want to cum inside your twat." I said. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on as I drove my cock into her cunt. She cum again, then again, she had started orgasming on my meat. Her body was rock hard as each orgasm tore at her. Her pussy tightened, milking my dick as I slid in and out. I finally shoved deep and released my load into her. I held her in that position for minutes, just enjoying the feel of her body against mine. Slowly I lowered her leg, I pulled her back into the water, I wet her down and washed her hair, then her body while she tried to stand there. Once I was done, I leaned her against the wall. I washed myself quickly, then I shut the water off. I toweled her dry and wrapped a towel around her, "Can you make it to the bed?" I ask. 

"I think so, Yeah." She said and left the room. I dried off, grabbed a brush and the blow-dryer. I followed her into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed rocking side to side.

"Are you alright?" I asks.

"Yeah, just never been fucked like that. Damn no wonder those other women run you off." She said.

I smiled, "If you want help I'm sure we can find some." I said.

"No, not sharing you with anyone else." She said. I started brushing her long blonde hair finished, straightened, I put the blow-dryer to it. A few minutes later I put her in bed and covered her up.

"Would you like something to drink? I'm going to the kitchen for juice or milk. I could bring you something." I said.

"No" She said.

I moved in with Alyna the next afternoon, I did most of the work, she was too sore to walk. I parked my camper behind her house. She started working out more, she had to learn to keep up with me. 

Monday, her boss was pissed.



Handyman



My wife had a roommate in college with who she had remained close to over the years. She was Chinese, born in Taiwan. As luck would have it, after our various respective relocations, we found ourselves living in the same town as she and her husband, giving me the opportunity to finally meet her. My wife had always described her as cute and charming, pursued by all the guys at college. But I was not prepared. She was a knockout. Dark skin, evidence of her south Asian ancestry. Long black hair, small features, innocent looks, all that is perfection in an Asian woman. And she was a tiny thing; couldn't have weighed more than 85 lbs. I've always found small women sexy; and compared to my six foot, two inch frame, most women are. But still, for me: the smaller, the better! Although I have had more than a few sexual fantasies about her, I never expected anything to come of them. We all became close friends, sharing dinners together. Her husband, also Chinese, was never very handy around the house. I am, so I often do odd jobs for them. He likes to golf, which I don't, and will often be away for a good part of the day on summer weekends.

One Saturday, while he was out chasing balls, she wanted me to fix some plumbing or electrical problem. I really don't remember what it was, but it was a simple, quick fix. Afterward we had a nice talk over tea. It was some special Chinese tea that she said her mother had sent to her from Taiwan, and it was full of alluring spices and musky aromas. Our conversation took an, uh, intimate path. She said she'd often heard that American men were better endowed than their Asian counterparts, but all she knew was her husband and pictures she'd seen of other Asian men. She asked if it was really true. I acknowledged that I had also heard of this, but had never given it much thought. I said that I thought I was probably average for an American. She is so innocent, fun to tease, and was already blushing; and I guess I was in a crazy mood because I asked her if she'd like to see mine, fully expecting her to bashfully decline. She must have been in a crazy mood too, because she said yes, but she wanted to move somewhere more private than at the kitchen table. (Was there something in that tea?)

She led me up to the bedroom, where she sat on the foot of the bed and directed me to a spot on the floor in front of her. After a moment's hesitation, I unfastened my belt and shorts and let them drop to the floor. I stopped to look at her, I guess to see if she'd changed her mind, but she just nodded to indicate that I should continue. I had to bend down to push my briefs all the way down to my ankles, and when I stood up and looked again, her eyes were big and her mouth partly open. She said she expected it to be long, but so thick and hairy had never occurred to her. I stepped forward, out of my pants and closer to her, with my dick hanging right in front of her face. She reached out for it and stopped about half way, looking up at me for approval. But before I could give any, she was cradling it lovingly in her hands. She held it like one would cup their hands to take a drink of water. And her hands were so small that they were not even as long as my dick. She commented how solid and heavy it felt. (Just what was in that tea?)

I was now becoming aroused. My dick looked simply massive lying there in her tiny hands. It was only semi-erect at this point, but growing quickly. As it got increased in size, she had to change the way she held it, now with one hand above the other, as if she were examining a bottle of vintage wine. She asked how much bigger it could get as she wrapped her delicate fingers around it and began gentle squeezes, alternating her left and right hands. As it reached its full thickness, she could no longer touch her thumb to her fingers around the shaft.

Now hard enough to stand out on its own, she grazed her fingers gently along its length, just barely making contact, exploring its every nook and cranny, every bulging vein, giving special attention to the more sensitive underside, to that spot just below the head. Again commenting on its size and shape, she slowly tightened her grip and was soon making long, slow strokes. On account of her small hands, both of them together couldn't completely cover its length, leaving a good amount for stroking. I was in heaven. What a turn on it was to have a huge dick being worshiped by this tiny, innocent, sweet angel. She continued to masturbate me, gradually picking up the pace. I soon felt a climax coming and warned her of it. She said she knew, that she sensed it, and stopped just before I went over the edge. My legs were a little weak from this, so she motioned for me to sit on the edge of the bed, while she stood up and began removing her clothes.

Her skin was bronze, not just where the sun touched it, but everywhere. Although she was so small, her body was perfectly -- womanly -- proportioned. She was very thin, but not at all bony. Her little butt was firm and high. Standing with her knees close together, there was a little dagger of daylight showing between her legs just below her pubic hair. Her waist became very narrow above her hips, then her torso widened slightly up to her arms. Her breasts, while small, were perfectly matched to the rest of her body. She had large, plump, cinnamon colored areolas, puffy little pitcher's mounds for a pair of pert, dark nipples. Now completely naked, she asked me if I liked what I saw, but I couldn't get a word out; we guys are not very cool in the presence of such sublime beauty.

She stepped forward so that she was standing between my legs. As she pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, I moved my hands from my knees to her thighs. Her skin was so amazingly soft that I half sighed, half gasped. I slid my hands around behind her and, cupping her little butt in my palms, pulled her a little closer. With her nipples now inches from my face, I slid my hands upward. Her waist was so small that I could nearly touch my thumbs and fingers together while encircling it. I leaned forward to nuzzle my nose and mouth between her breasts. Pressing them against each side of my face, I inhaled deeply, the smell reminiscent of the tea we had just been enjoying in the kitchen. I tenderly kissed the inside of each breast while gently massaging her nipples and she purred like a kitten.

Suddenly she pushed back, saying that the reason we were here was my dick (she was not as innocent as I thought). She indicated that I should move up further on the bed. As I slid up to where I could rest my head on the pillows, she followed, crawling up beside me. Once I was comfortable, she started masturbating me again. She would vary her technique, from fingers just barely glancing slowly along its length to rapid two-handed pumping with a firm grip. I couldn't get over how incredibly large my dick looked as she worked it with her tiny hands. Now and then she would coat both hands with my pre-cum juices, and, with a tight grip, slide her hands from the head to the base with what felt just like vaginal penetration. Several times, I approached orgasm, and she knew exactly when to stop. Her fingers would dance and play over the length of my shaft, teasing my orgasm, holding me right at the edge, so close I could almost taste the other side. Finally, she'd let me catch my breath, before beginning anew.

After a while, she moved up to lie on top of me. She was light as a feather and was so short that she could rest her head on my chest while squeezing my dick between her soft thighs. Her waist was so slim that I could interlock my fingers on the small of her back without lifting my elbows from the bed. I explored upward over her back and shoulders and run my hands through the silkiness of her long black hair. It was so soft and straight that I could comb my fingers through it, lift up, and it would ever so slowly flow out between my fingers as if it were cool spring water. I slid my hands downward, tracing my hands up over the soft contour of her butt to find my dick protruding from between her legs. The insides of her thighs were wet and slippery, whether from her or me, I didn't know. So I began making little thrusting motions, as if fucking her legs.

Then she rolled over onto her back and I moved down between her legs as she parted them. She was already soaking wet, so I went straight to work on her little pussy. A long slow lick from her vagina upward found her clitoris rising up to meet me. So I licked it from below, then from right to left, and then from left to right. Her breath was erratic as grabbed my hair in her tiny fists. Finally, as her back arched up off the bed, I sucked her little clit into my mouth and, moving my jaw from side to side, rubbed its shaft between my lips. She squealed and squirmed underneath me, squeezing my head between her thighs. Gradually her breathing changed from quick gasps to long, deep breaths as I finally released my grip on her clit. I crawled up beside her to hold her close as she slowly came back down to earth. 

Suddenly she said that she'd decided she wanted to feel my dick as a woman should, inside of her. She was in charge and I knew my duty. So I positioned myself between her legs. I rubbed the head of my dick on her vaginal lips to spread her lubricant on me, which started her moaning and writhing. But on trying to enter her, she was too small and tight. I couldn't get the right thrust with nothing to push against. Fortunately, the bed was very low to the floor, so that by kneeling on the floor, my dick was the perfect height. As I pulled her toward me, she instinctively placed her tiny feet on my shoulders. Grasping her by the waist, I more pulled her onto my dick rather than pushing my dick into her.

As I started to go in, she bit her lower lip from the pain of being stretched so far. I stopped to rub the head of my dick on her labia again, to further stimulate her and to obtain a little more of her lubricant. Then I tried again; she was so tight but I managed to push in about half an inch at a time, then back out and go in again. By the time I'd worked up to about half way in, she had grabbed hand's full of the bed sheets and was letting out little cries. Thinking I was hurting her, I asked if I should stop. But no, she said she was on the verge of coming. She was about to come, and I was only just penetrating her! 

She was so tight that I knew I would come myself if I weren't careful. She begged me to continue, so I pushed in all the way, burying my shaft up to the hilt. And she did start coming -- I could feel the throbbing contractions of her vagina around my dick. I began long, slow strokes, often pausing to avoid my own orgasm. The slightest movement was pure ecstasy. Just as I was thinking about finally allowing myself to climax, she said she wanted to try it like American women do: on top. As I pulled out, her tight pussy was so tight that it sort of snapped closed, popping my dick up in the air a bit.

I crawled back onto the bed stacking the pillows up so I could see everything and lay down on my back. She climbed up to where she was sitting on my thighs, straddling them, facing me. My dick was standing at attention in front of her, reaching up her torso well past her naval. But when she raised up onto her knees to mount me, it was clear that her short stature would not allow her to get high enough to clear the top of my dick. Instinctively, I reached down with my hands and, once more cupping her little buttocks in my palms, I was able to lift her high enough. I'm not a particularly strong man; I was only able to do this thanks to her tiny size. She reached down to align my dick and I lowered her down on it. Entry was easier this time as she was pretty loosened up now, but she was still pleasingly tight. She slid all the way down and told me we'd just bottomed out, that I'd hit the end of her tunnel, that she was completely and perfectly filled up.

She started moving up and down; I didn't need to lift her now, as we didn't want my dick to come clear out of her. She was crying like before, that she was coming whenever she moved. I was near coming myself when she stopped. She remained completely motionless while my impending orgasm subsided so she could start in again. I can't remember how many times she did this. How did she always know just when to stop? How could she be so in control in the midst of her own seemingly ongoing orgasm? Each time she stopped, all she did was smile with an all-knowing look in her eye until it was safe to continue.

We all know how a series of these near-orgasms can really pay off in the end. She made up her mind, without telling me, when my time had come. On one of my approaches, she kept going. Maybe I was so intensely focused that time appeared to slow down, but the first phase of my orgasm seemed to last an incredible amount of time. I couldn't breathe. Every muscle in my body was hard as a rock. I had the feeling that my whole life had led up to this one moment. Everything else faded away, and she and I were all that there was to the universe.

Then I could feel the second phase, the ejaculation, rising up from below. In this slow motion event, I could actually feel it traveling up the length of my dick. When it reached the end and exploded inside of her, she was so full of me that it squirted back out along the sides of my dick and onto my balls. I gasped of air just as the second one boiled up from below and coursed through my dick just like the one before it. Again, no room in her pussy, it sprayed back out. She said she could feel each surge of my dick, each gush of semen hitting the back of her vagina. Furthermore, she was timing her downward thrusts with each ejaculation. She was amazing, to be so sensitive to the progression of my orgasm and to use that awareness to so skillfully enhance it. Again and again, I shot load after load, for what seemed an eternity.

Finally they began to lessen in intensity, but they still kept coming. As they were fading away, she leaned forward to lay down on top of me once more. She tried to kiss me, but she couldn't reach my lips without my still pulsing dick slipping out of her, so she settled for nuzzling in the hairs on my chest. Exhausted, we both fell asleep in that position, my dick still inside her, still hard.

We awoke to the sound of the garage door opening below us as her husband returned from golfing. Quickly getting dressed and gathering the sheets to throw in the washing machine we met him coming in from the garage. She explained that there was a problem with the plumbing, that something need to be opened up a bit wider, and that my service was exceptional.

Later, my wife came over for dinner and we broiled some salmon on the grill. Over dinner, my wife's roommate and I exchanged knowing glances and chased each other's feet under the table. I wondered where today's events would be leading. But also wondered about my wife. I adore my wife and I don't want to screw things up. But, well, once in a while I just like something exotic. Like a sports car. I don't think I would own one, but, damn, they're fun to drive.

Then I got all my answers. We guys had been outside, and I came back in for a couple more beers. The women were talking in the kitchen, not knowing I was coming, and I overheard my new lover say in a hushed but exaggerated voice, "huge", and they both giggled. I stopped in my tracks and kept listening. She said that she thought she'd be needing to borrow the handyman and his big tool again sometime, and my wife said, "That's what good friends are for." 



Handyman



I double-checked the number on the text message as I drove slowly down the street. There. I pulled over and stopped.

The address belonged to a small, neat, white weatherboard bungalow. The garden was neat, but spare.

I got out of the car, walked to the boot and got out my toolbox. Best to look convincing, just in case.

Adjusting my baseball cap gave me a moment to quell last-minute nerves, then I squared my shoulders, and sauntered up the driveway as if it was just another job.

Just as I knocked on the security door, a voice called out, low and urgent, from behind the front window screen.

"Go around the back!"

Without missing a beat, I turned on my heel and strode purposefully around the side of the house.

As I got to the back door, the screen swung open. The guy stuck his head out and looked around quickly, then waved me in. He quickly shut the door behind me.

Inside the clean, bright little kitchen I got my first good look at him. He looked just like his profile picture, which was a good start. He was also much younger - 27 in fact, which I already knew from his profile. But in the flesh he looked younger, almost boyish. He was also looking at the floor, clearly a little flustered.

"Shall we get started?" I asked, setting my toolbox carefully on the kitchen table. He brightened, looking up at me, smiling.

"Yeah, cool!" He started off down the hallway, gesturing for me to follow.

The bedroom was dark and warm, the curtains drawn tight. It was small. A queen-sized bed took up most of the space.

I walked in past him, and he shut the door. Suddenly he had turned bashful again. He hesitated. I figured it was up to me to take command.

"Okay," I said. "Let's get to it." I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.

He stared at it hungrily. "Nice!" he said. This guy was doing wonders for my ego.

He peeled of his tshirt and shorts. He was shaved; completely spare of body hair. His body was soft and pink looking. Not flabby, though. Boyish. I noticed with wry satisfaction that his cock was smaller than mine. Oh, the shameful things we take pleasure in. But it was a very nice cock, at that. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth.

But he got there first. Getting naked seemed to have brought his confidence back. As I stripped off the rest of my clothes and got on the bed, he all but pounced on me. I lay on my back and he kneeled over me as if he was paying homage. He took my cock in his mouth and began sucking earnestly. For someone who had claimed to be inexperienced with guys, he certainly had good technique. I was rock hard in seconds.

As he slurped and bobbed, I reached for his pretty little member. He was flaccid, but soon responded to my strokes. The feeling of his penis growing in my hand was almost as satisfying as his oral ministrations to my own.

He certainly took his shaving seriously. His skin was smooth and soft and pink. Not a millimetre of stubble, from his belly to his balls.

I reached under his cock and cupped his balls, gently massaging and tugging lightly on them. Then I reached further and stroked a finger lightly along his perineum. I heard muffled whimpering sounds. His cock was standing ramrod straight now. As I gently probed further back and back, I saw a bright diamond of clear fluid ooze from his cock head and run down his shaft.

That was it.

"My turn," I said. My cock made an audible pop as I slid it from the eager suction of his mouth.

Rolling onto my belly, I pulled his hips towards me til that cute cock was waving proudly in my face. I ran my tongue up its length, slurping up that precious rivulet of fluid. I swirled my tongue around the head and probed its tip into the eye of his penis, licking up every drop of his precum.

Then I slid my mouth over his cock, revelling in the feel of its silky skin sliding over my lips. He let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as I began to move my head up and down, taking him in a little deeper with each stroke. 

I soon had him completely in my mouth. His cock was just the right size. I could comfortably fit the whole thing in my mouth. I rolled and slithered my tongue around his shaft. Sucking hard, I fucked him eagerly with my mouth.

Suddenly I felt his cock swell. He gasped. The first shot of hot cum flooded onto my tongue. Then another. Still keeping him in my mouth, I let a trickle of cum dribble out of mouth and run down his cock and balls. He was still shooting spurts of semen into mouth. I swallowed, making sure there was the audible gulping sound that turned me on so much when someone swallowed my cum. The fluid burned comfortably in my throat.

At last - to my mild disappointment - he finished coming. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he collapsed on to the bed with a groan.

"Ohhhhhh, God," he sighed. "Fuck, that was good." He lay on his back, breathing heavily, for a moment. Then he grinned.

Rolling over, he opened the drawer of one of the bedside tables, and took a condom out of a box. He tossed it to me, then fished out a tube of lube.

"Ready to fuck me?" He rolled over to his stomach, spreading his legs.

I tore open the packet with my teeth, and took out the condom. Tossing the packet aside, I held the condom out.

"Put it on me."

Smiling, he took the condom off me and, with a quick suck for good luck, placed it over the head and began to roll it down it length of my cock. I shivered with pleasure. I have always enjoyed the feeling of someone else putting a condom on me. Once he had unrolled it all the way, he gave me a couple of quick pulls and rolled back over, presenting his backside like a prize.

I squeezed some lube on and mounted him.

I caught sight of our reflections in the dresser mirror. We were quite a study in contrasts: me, olived-skinned, hairy and big-bellied with middle age; him, man-boyish slender, pale, pink and hairless. Smiling, I looked back down to the business at hand.

Holding my cock with one hand, I spread his cheeks with the other. The hole I was seeking was hidden in darkness and the only hair I had seen on his whole body. I probed into the recess with my cock, but the hole still eluded me.

"Mmmm, lower," he raised his hips, guiding me down. Then I had it. The hidden recess of his body gave way to my prodding hardness. Slowly, gently, I began to sink into him. He was making tiny whimpering sounds.

And then my erection just vanished.

Even as I was making my first probing entrance, my cock simply betrayed me and deflated.

"Shit!"

"What's wrong?" He looked around anxiously.

"I don't know, I just lost it" I muttered. "I don't know, maybe if we just give it a minute."

"Sure." He gave me a sly look. "How about this?"

Rummaging around in the drawer again, he pulled out a small jelly dildo. He knelt in front of me, sticking his ass in the air. Looking around at me, he began sliding the dildo up and down his crack. I felt my cock begin to swell again. By the time he had begun to insert the dildo in himself again, I was back to being rock-hard.

He pulled the dildo out and dropped it on the bed as I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me. I wasted no time guiding my cock to his now-receptive hole.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned as I slid into him. I felt the tight ring of muscle sliding over the head of my cock. I eased it back out, then slowly entered him again. I sunk a little further into him, past the head to the thickest part of my shaft. I could feel the fierce heat of his body inside as his flesh enveloped mine. He was whimpering and begging me to fuck him harder. I slid back a little, preparing to thrust deep into him.

And then it happened again.

My treacherous appendage deflated before my disbelieving eyes, then slid sadly out of him.

"Oh, Godfuckingdamnit!" I groaned. He looked around anxiously.

"What is it? Again?" He looked worried. "What am I doing?"

"No, no, no!" I said hastily, glaring down at the flaccid traitor in my hand. "It's not you, God knows. Fuck no, you were feeling so damn good, I just want to fuck you so bad. It's ... I don't know ..." I flopped down onto the bed.

"It just doesn't want to happen. I don't know ... maybe it's nerves or something." I felt like crying from frustration. I was pent-up with desire, and nowhere for it to go.

He sat beside me.

"Is there anything I can do this time? Do you want me to get ..?"

"No, no," I said. "Look, it's not you, ok? I just don't think it's going to happen, sorry." I sighed. "I think I'm so worked up at the thought of it, that every time I start to fuck you, it all gets too much."

As if to mock me, my cock was rising again. I had an idea. I stood up and pulled the condom off. He looked alarmed.

"No, I'm not going to fuck you unprotected," I laughed. "But how would you like me to cum all over that ass of yours?"

"Mmmm!" he smiled and rolled over. Sticking his ass up in the air again. "ALL over!"

Already I was hard as a rock again. Straddling his hips, I began jerking my cock. As I stroked myself, I rubbed my cock on his ass. I felt my orgasm building as the frustration of the past few minutes sought release.

Then I exploded.

The first shot spurted between his cheeks. The next shot right up his back. Then another gout spattered his smooth skin. Bucking my hips, I came on his ass again. And again. Shudders of ecstasy wracked my body. Finally the ejaculation subsided. Falling forward, I braced myself over him, and rubbed my still-hard cock slowly in the pools of fluid in his ass and back, smearing both of us with hot stickiness. Then I dropped exhausted onto my back next to him.

"That was amazing," he sighed after a moment. He reached for a box of tissues on the bedside table. Grabbing a handful, he began wiping himself down. Then he used more to clean me up, too. When he was done, he handed more to me, and I cleaned him up where he hadn't reached.

Once we were both dry, we sat next to each other on the bed. There was silence for a moment.

"I'm sorry it didn't work the way it was supposed to," I started, but he shook his head.

"No," he said. "That was incredible."

I looked around the room. I noticed a framed photo on the other bedside table. It was a dark-haired young woman. Plump and pretty.

"Is that your wife?" I asked. He nodded.

"She's cute," I said, and laughed. "No chance she'd be up for a three-way, you reckon?"

"Maybe," he said. "We've talked about it. But she's too shy."

"Really?" I ran my hand down his stomach and fondled his smooth cock, which stirred slightly. "Well, you could always tell her from me that between the two of you, I wouldn't know who I'd want to fuck first." He was definitely swelling again in my hand. I sighed regretfully and took my hand away.

"Anyway, it's getting on." I stood and began to dress. After a moment, he dressed, too.

In the kitchen, I picked up my toolbox and turned to the door where he was waiting.

"Thanks," he said. "That was awesome."

"Thank you," I replied. I put on my cap and twisted it to a jaunty angle. "So were you. Sorry about the ... you know, though." He laughed.

"It's all good. Next time."

"Oh, yes," I said. "Next time for sure."

I leaned forward and squeezed his crotch again.

"And maybe next time your wife will be there to help."

I winked and tipped my cap, and walked out to my car, whistling.



Handyman



"What the hell is this?" Tom wondered aloud when he spied the shirt and pants, hanging on a hook at the foot of the stairs in the basement. They were not his.

"Those are Jimmy's," his wife, Pat, hollered back at him from the laundry room. "He leaves them here and changes when he works."

Jimmy was the handyman, specializing in home improvement, currently painting Tommy and Patty's not-so-humble McMansion, one room at a time.

"Why doesn't he wear white overalls and a painter's hat?" Tom asked half sarcastically.

"That's not exactly his style. Too geeky," Patty said, holding a basket of clean, unfolded laundry against her breast.

"He has a style?" Tommy scoffed.

"Sure," Pat chuckled. "Trailer park grease monkey—it's all the rage among the unemployed set." 

As she plunked down the basket, Tom grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close, rubbing his chest against her naturally oversize boobs.

"I think Mister Handyman has a thing for you." He slid a hand down the back of her jeans.

"Oh, yeah, can you see me with a guy who makes less money than I can spend?" She wiggled and let her butt cheeks separate to welcome his finger.

They danced a moment. Then Patricia unplugged Thomas's forefinger from her butt and pushed him away.

"Don't start something you can't finish," she teased.

With a sigh, he said, "I gotta go to work. Sorry, honey!"

She pecked him on the cheek and told him, "Shoo! Go on and get outta here."

The kids were gone for the day and when her husband left she was completely alone. The handyman wasn't scheduled to work there today. He had a roofing job and as long as it didn't rain he would be working that project all week.

Pat descended the stairway to the basement and paused at the hook from which Jimmy's clothes hung. She lifted his shirt by the collar and pressed it to her nose. She picked up Jimmy's scent right away and breathed deeply. 

She savored it a moment, then nuzzled the underarm area, where Jimmy's perspiration odor lingered. She rubbed the still damp fabric against her face. Then she licked the residue from her clandestine lover's arm pits and delighted in its tangy, bitter taste. 

In a flourish, Tommy's slutty spouse whipped off her tee shirt and bra and wrapped Jimmy's work shirt around her shoulders. She lifted his green work pants off the hook and spread them open. She stuck her face into the crotch and reveled in the environs conveying the residue of Handy Man Jim's sweat, urine, and semen. She wished he had left a pair of undershorts for her to eat. 

Patty carried Jimmy's shirt and pants upstairs and took them with her to the bedroom. When she dropped her blue jeans, she found her full-cut panties damp and ripe. She slipped them off and lapped her vaginal juices as she reclined on the bed. Patty was clinging to Jimmy's duds like he was wearing them as she began masturbating.

She dreamed of Jimmy's superhuman endowment, a foot long and curved like a scimitar with a head bigger than her hubby's fist. Jimmy's cock is so large that it takes up to twenty minutes for him to climax, by which time Patty's cavern is open wide enough to garage a Buick. 

For now, the dutiful wife and mother had to content herself with her hands, using one set of fingers to manipulate the silky flesh of her clitoris and the others to rub down her plump vulva. Just before she shivered in orgasm, she mopped up her thick juice with Jimmy's shirt collar and sifted it between her lips. 

"I know you like my nasty stank," she told his shirt and pants. She was tempted to pee on them, but that might be stinky enough to arouse Tommy's suspicion. Her cuckold is utterly clueless and completely faithful. In other words, Pat can have her cock and eat it too. 

Patricia jumped in the shower after she finished pleasuring herself and couldn't resist twirling her fingers in her lady left for a second quivering orgasm. Clean and sated, Pat spent the day tooling around town from the library to the mall and the grocery store till it was time for Tom and the wee ones to come home.

Jimmy the handyman showed up the next day and laid a coat of paint on the master bedroom before breaking for lunch. Patty served him scrambled eggs and bacon in her birthday suit. When he was done eating his meal, he ate his girlfriend's pussy. After he poled her bareback, Jimmy finished painting the hallway and Pat took a nap. She deep-throated his cock before sending home for the day.

Since the painting was done, Pat's handyman was absent from her house for weeks. She missed his magic wand and had nothing but hubby Tommy's six-inch cocktail wiener with which to tickle her fancy. 

She made the best of it, however. She fucked him sore, but alas pined for Jimmy. Pat called his cell, but he never answered, though his fat cow of a fiancé did once. Pat wondered if the witch checked the caller I.D.

One day Pat was so horny she practically assaulted the Parcel Express drive when he delivered a package for Tommy. The PX driver was tall, dark, and Asian. While he initialed the packing slip on his clipboard, Patty shoved her hand down the front of her sweatpants. 

As he offered her the clipboard to sign, Pat stuck her juicy fingers under his nose. He sniffed and licked her fingers as she reached down into his pants with her other hand. She ran her forefinger up and down his crack as she kissed his thin lips. She tasted his sticky ass from her fingertips and asked if he had time to fuck her. He mumbled and nodded y

Patty slid down her sweats and lifted her shirt, setting her titties free. Driver Charley—he said that was his name—twirled her pointy nipples while he sucked on his fat sausage. In less than five minutes, she sucked him, fucked him, and sucked him again. She tasted a hint of curry and pepper as his penis swelled in her mouth. Charley was very polite and gentle. She sent him on his way with a kiss and a pat on the ass.

The next week Patricia went for her annual gyno checkup. She stripped and sat in the exam chair with her feet up in the stirrups when the nurse entered.

"I'm sorry," Pat sighed. "I haven't waxed in a while." She was bathed, but her cunt and ass were hairy.

"Let's fix that," Nurse Tina said cheerfully. The RN seemed to relish dabbing shave gel on Patty's mons and anus, whipping off her downy fur with a disposable razor, and whipping her nether regions with a moist towel. 

"Your labia look swollen," Tina observed, eyeballing her pussy close enough to lick if she was so inclined. "Heavy sexual activity?"

"No," Patty laughed ironically. "Not so much lately. Just my husband. My boyfriend has been avoiding me."

"You have multiple partners?" nurse Tina inquired while dabbing Patty's crotch and ass dry.

"Just two—Jimmy and my husband...Oh, yeah, and the PX guy. Just once, though."

Tina's gloved hands reached up and touched one breast and then the other. "Are your nipples sore" They look swollen."

"A little," Pat answered, wishing the middle-aged caregiver would offer her soft hands and a balm.

"How's your period?" the nurse asked as she messaged Pat's breasts with a medicinal crème.

"Late," was Patty's reply as Doctor Janet joined them in the examining room.

Before fingering Patty's free flowing pussy—she always came at the OB/GYN's office—Janet told her to pee on a stick before she leaves.

Patty already knew what the result would be.

Tina watched Patty get dressed after the pregnancy test read positive and asked, "Whose is it? Your husband's, your boyfriend's, or the delivery guy?"

"I hope it's the first," Patty chirped. "I'm sure it's not the PX guy, but it's probably my boyfriend's sperm. We fucked a lot last month."

"What're you going to do?" Tina asked somberly.

"Ha! Nothing! Have a baby, I guess."

"Are you going to tell your boyfriend it's his?"

"Yeah, but he's got kids with his baby mama," Patty said as Tina texted her next appointment date. 

"Come see Doctor Janet monthly till your due date."

"In the meantime, I'll fuck Tommy's brains out. He'll be so deliriously happy that he won't even notice if the new baby doesn't look like our other two kids."

As she left, Pat's cell phone buzzed. It was her husband, Tom.

"Hey, guess what!"



Handyman Blues



I'm fucked. I'm totally screwed.

How fucked, you might ask? How about like one of those classic "everything was happening in slow motion" train wreck kind of moments. It's happening, there's no way to stop it from happening, and you'd give just about anything to keep it from happening. That fucked.

Talk about not being able to put the toothpaste back in the tube. That was the moment when I knew, there was no doubt about it. I was fucked - totally screwed.

It started with three huge globs of cum arcing through the air. Remember those cartoons where the cannon ball is so big you see the cannon bulge obscenely when it fires. That's what my cock felt like when I fired off these three huge blasts of semen. Yep, that pretty much covers it, my ejaculatory excess was going to land me in a whole lot of trouble.

Way back when, in college to be specific, I hooked up with this girl - Tanya - who had a very unique peculiarity. She was fascinated, at times transfixed, by the physical act of a cock ejaculating. This was way more than a cum fetish. And she wasn't really into cocks per se (as far as she was concerned a cock was a cock, size and shape were not that important) just ejaculation and the resulting ejaculate. Tanya may have majored in business but her hobby, her avocation, her passion in life, was cum and how the cum came out.

I met Tanya when she was a junior and I was a naïve freshman. It was at a party where I heard that some girl was upstairs with a line of guys out the door. Curiosity and youthful horniness prevailed and I found my way to the room in use (that line out the door was a big clue), and in due course I was at the front of the line with a warm hand wrapped around my cock doing things I had never felt before. Up to that point my masturbatory technique centered on the old grab and stroke - hey, the basics have always worked for me. 

Tanya used rhythm, pressure, fingering and wrist rotation to carry me to heights of stimulation I had never previously imagined. I was hardly able to stand when my orgasm hit. I felt as if I was temporarily obliterated by the intensity of my pleasure. I returned to normal consciousness to find my dick hanging limp and a card in my hand; Tanya's name and phone number written on it.

As your typical male freshman, I didn't have much going for me socially (I'll spare you the sad tale of three high schools in four years and the subsequent impact it had on my dating habits, or lack there of.) So I did the obvious and called Tanya the next day. She invited me to her place for coffee. She lived alone in a small apartment off campus I was there in no time at all.

She opened her door with a smile that slid into a leer and a wetting of her lips via a quick swipe of her tongue. She had me at "Oh I remember you" I chuffed up in pride (we hadn't really talked last night) "you were the spurter. Above average volume, exceptional distance - do you do Kegels or any other kind of exercise?" (So much for filled with pride.)

That had to be the strangest introduction I'd ever experienced. I had no idea what a Kegel was, but over the next hour Tanya whacked me off three more times - which was also my introduction to the world of high quality lubricants. After my third ejaculation I was rewarded with a "Wow, acceptable volume, still good distance." My dick was done though; it hung as limp and soft as I'd ever seen. Tanya basically thanked me and indicated the direction of the front door. I was stunned - that was it?

"What about you Tanya? Can't I do anything for you?" I should point out here that Tanya was not a super model, drop dread gorgeous, former cheerleader kind of girl. She was average looking, some might describe her as plain, but not homely by any means. I suppose some guys might see her a cute - to me she was just Tanya.

"I mean, I don't have much experience with girls but..." Tanya just stared at me. I plodded on I that pathetically endearing way of mine. "I mean, don't you want me to do something for you? If you tell me what you like..."

"I like being eaten out - if that's what you mean?"

"Well, I've never actually done that. My last girlfriend thought it was dirty...but I've seen it in videos." I vacillated between earnestly hopeful or hopefully earnest.

Tanya answered by shimming out of her Levi's and stripping off her panties. She sat down on the couch, laid back, spread her legs; and pointed at her cunt. Hers was the third live cunt I had ever encountered (I won't bore you with the sad story of my limited sexual experiences up to this point in my life. I doubt if either of the two girls I'd been with had a better recollection of out times together.)

I knelt down between Tanya's legs and discovered in short order that I loved eating pussy. It was great; the smell, the taste, the feel - everything. But most of all I loved the response - the feedback that informed me when I was doing something sexual - correctly. Obviously Tanya loved it too because she was definitely giving me lots of feedback. I licked and sucked and smacked and snacked until my jaw locked up in an exhausted cramp.

I lifted my glistening face from between Tanya thighs and smiled. She answered with a from some place far away sounding, "Go ahead, go for it." I have to admit being a little confused until she gave one nod to my cock and the other to her cunt. I didn't need to be told twice. I plunged right in. Having come three times already I lasted quite a while. I left an hour Tanya, after two more screeching orgasms (hers), kneeling on her couch; butt in the air, cum dripping out of her. I left absolutely satisfied with not the slightest thought of STD's or unwanted pregnancy anywhere in my sex-sated but otherwise empty frosh head. 

I called her the next day. She laughed when she heard my voice. I apologized for not being "safe" - my roomie had taken me to task after he saw my stupid smile. She reassured me that everything was okay. I felt much better and asked when I could come by again. She laughed again and basically said - "anytime, just call first okay?"

We never officially became boyfriend and girlfriend, that's pretty much impossible when your supposed girlfriend is jacking off guys all over the school. But we did become regular sex partners. I was surprised that even though she'd given thousands of hand jobs, Tanya said she rarely ever fucked - "I'm too into cocks to spend a lot of time with just one guy...besides you can't see it if it's stuck inside you." I didn't care one way or the other - hey I was having some form of sex practically every day - like I'm going to complain or something?

And while that was all well and good, I am grateful to her for teaching me to develop my ejaculatory muscles - that's what she was talking about with that Kegels comment. Tanya explained that orgasm muscles were pretty much the same for guys as they were for girls (who knew?) I was told to do the same thing women do to develop their Kegel muscles. Stop the stream of urine when you pee. Once you've identified the muscles involved - practice, practice, practice. I found that if you wanted a super intense physical orgasm the secret was to either really focus on tensing those muscles to prevent ejaculation or relax them to the point that they don't spasm in ejaculation. You could only hold out with either technique for so long. Then your orgasm response would overwhelm you and it was spurt, spurt, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT!

I could go on about the variations and varieties of ejaculation. Tanya had it all categorized; streamers to spurters to oozers - smooth to chunky - slippery to sticky - from barely a drop to "oh my god! It's a Peter peter!" Tanya had a special reverence for porn star Peter North - now there was a dude who could cum!

For Tanya's graduation I created a Doctorate in Cumology certificate. She thought it was great. A graduation night party ended up being the last time I saw her. We didn't make much of an effort to stay in touch.

But this story isn't about Tanya. I'm not screwed because of her. This is about Loretta, she's the reason I'm screwed. My wife Diane and I have known Loretta for about eleven years. Going back to when the three of us were freshly minted teachers at the local high school. Loretta became a good friend and eventually married a pretty decent guy - Martin. 

Okay quick sidebar here: I met my wife Diane while we were both working on our Master's. We fell in love and got married when she turned up pregnant. She had a miscarriage, we stayed married, and ended up graduating a year after me. Basically we have a good marriage, nothing spectacular. Now back to the originally scheduled story.

Marty's a software designer; he was your typical corporate drone until he came up with an idea that uniquely customized a well-known payroll program (yeah, I know - BORING!). His efforts to market his program never went anywhere (Marty's idea of salesmanship is to overwhelm you with his knowledge of the subject. Not exactly a winning sales technique.) His last gasp before giving up was to get a booth at a trade show and demonstrate the program. My wife Diane was enlisted to accompanying him to that trade show as she wasn't teaching summer school that particular year. Being the thorough teacher that she is, Diane had Marty train her in the program and then she wrote a manual - in understandable everyday English. 

The effect was dramatic and Marty sold many copies of his program at the trade fair. There was no doubt that the manual was the key to those sales. But what really put Marty's company on the map was Diane's person to person teaching skills. She was a natural when it came to training. Diane was able to explain the program to end users in such a way the Marty's business took off. The only hitch, and it clearly bugged Marty, was that many of the companies he sold the program to insisted that Diane coordinate their training programs - suddenly Marty had a partner.

Diane never returned to her English/Creative Writing classrooms. Within a year she was making twice my salary and the money just kept rolling in. And while I was surprised, I wasn't complaining, since they've been in business I've grown quite attached to my 540i BMW and Toyota Tundra TRD pick-up truck.

Loretta (Marty's wife) and I continued teaching and became fairly close friends more by circumstance then anything else. We taught together (she taught Spanish and I taught History) and our spouses worked together. And due to the fact that Marty and Diane traveled, a minimum two weeks per month, well there was just a lot of time when Loretta and I were together. It was a collegial friendship, not the slightest hint of anything more.

Summers were a little tougher because neither Loretta nor I needed to supplement our salaries teaching summer school. And believe me when I tell you, if you don't HAVE to teach summer school - you won't! I kept busy doing small handyman projects. Loretta became an avid gardener. And the two avocations never overlapped - until this summer.

Marty and Loretta were planning on building a deluxe backyard spa and garden gazebo - they knew exactly what they wanted and solicited contractors to bid on the project. The bids that came back from the contractors were absurd. Easily double, if not triple what they should have been. I had seen the drawings and specifications and made the mistake of commenting on that fact while the four of us enjoyed a backyard bar-b-q.

The other topic of conversation that evening was Marty and Diane's summer schedule. Remember that summer trade show that launched Marty and Diane's business. It's bigger than ever now and Marty and Diane always go. This year though, a breakaway group decided to host a competing trade show a month after the big one. The schedule of the two trade shows dovetailed with a previously scheduled client seminar so that Marty and Diane were going to be out of town for almost the entire twelve weeks of summer break. 

There were some pretty heated arguments; Loretta was practically in tears about being alone all summer or even worse; having to deal with a bunch of construction workers. Then Marty had a brainstorm that Diane and Loretta quickly endorsed. And that's how I became the prime contractor and one-man construction crew for Marty and Loretta's backyard spa/gazebo project.

So instead of a crew coming in and knocking the project out in a couple of weeks or so - I had the WHOLE summer before me. And rather then waste a one hour commute to and from each day, and rather then have me return home to an empty house with no dinner waiting I was talked into (ordered to is more how it felt!) moving into a guest bedroom at Marty and Loretta's.

Despite my objections (to Diane) and reservations (to Marty and Loretta) it was a done deal. Amazingly, it actually worked. I was very appreciative of the regularity of meals and cold drinks that Loretta made available. I was all too used to fending for myself in Diane's absence. Not having to drive to and from made for a more relaxing workday. On the weekend I'd pop home and check on my own house.

The efficiency of the arrangement was obvious and my work progress was soon way ahead of my projected schedule. That's when things took an unexpected turn. I had finished an entire day of setting conduit and pulling wires below ground. I was more then my usual sweaty self by the end of the day, I was disgustingly filthy dirty. Usually at the end of the day I entered the house through the backdoor, crossed the kitchen, through the den and into to the guest bathroom I was using (that was the most direct route.) This day I was so covered in dirt I decided to avoid tracking a mess through the house by going through the garage, stripping my dirty clothes off and dashing down the hallway (hardwood floors, easier to clean.) I needn't worry about Loretta seeing me because she had told me she was off to the store for shopping and wouldn't be back for hours.

I put my plan into action, stripping naked in the garage and walking down the hallway through the house. This route took me past Marty and Loretta's bedroom. And that's where everything changed - just like that. I should have just kept walking when I heard that low moan. You know that old saw about how to catch a monkey by putting a banana in a jar? The monkey reaches in, grabs it and then can't pull his fist out. He won't let go because he really wants the banana - he's trapped by his own greed and therefore easily caught. Loretta's moan was my banana in the jar; well actually it was a combination of her moan and the audible buzz of a vibrator.

I paused at the door and peeked in I just couldn't help myself. Loretta was on her bed, naked with a pillow under her hips and her legs spread wide. I was looking right at her pussy. I was so transfixed I couldn't tear myself away - I was paralyzed and couldn't leave. 

I should mention here that one major downside of Diane's lucrative work was that our sex life was somewhat less than ideal. First she was gone half the time and when she was here she was usually too tired or too distracted by work concerns. Add to this her absence this summer and I was one horny guy. And here before me was a completely naked woman pleasuring herself. I was familiar with pleasuring myself- all too familiar.

I was already naked so I started stroking my hard-on in less time then it took for Loretta to exhale her next sigh. I was kind of in control until Loretta came. Her knees flapped back and forth, her hips wiggled and a ripple up through her torso made her tits jiggle in the sexiest way. She came with a low growling super sexy moan.

That was it - I was a goner. Damn. I came as hard as I had in years. Huge spurts arced through the air before I realized what I was doing and where I was doing it. My orgasm was so intense, my lungs and vocal cords were frozen - no sound (thankfully) escaped my mouth. My sight dimmed to a small tunnel, all I could see were those white globs flying through the air. I knew immediately they had the distance to reach Loretta. I braced for impact and the explosion of acrimony to follow. How they missed Loretta I'll never understand. It was a miracle of timing that she moved her left leg just before the first glob landed on her bedspread. The second and third had the distance too; but her lag flopped back and they both missed also.

Fortunately enough blood slowly returned to my brain that I was able to make my way down the hall, cock still in hand, leaving a trail of cum drippings behind me. In the bathroom I recovered quickly and realized just how fucked I was. I wiped my hand and cock clean and stole a glance down the hall. No sign of Loretta and mercifully, no scream of discovery either. That's when I saw the trail of cum on the hardwood floors. With towel in hand I crept silently down the hall cleaning up the evidence.

I heard the buzz of the vibrator as I reached Loretta's door. There was a small puddle of cum beside the door jamb. I hazarded a peek from floor level and saw one of her knees in the air. There were two more splatters on the floor between the door and her bed. I was puzzling what to do when I heard Loretta begin to moan anew. I waited until I heard the bed shaking with her orgasm then reached out and wiped the splatters away. I returned silently to my room.

I know, your thinking, what about the three big splatters on the bedspread. Luckily the bedspread had a dark blue pattern and I was pretty sure that my cum, wet or dry, would be fairly hard to see. My only hope was that Loretta wouldn't notice it before then or if she did she would think it her own and not investigate more closely.

I showered, jacked off again (those audio/visual images were burned into my brain), and dressed. I was starving as I headed for the kitchen. I steeled myself into unforced nonchalance.

"There's my dirty guy." Loretta smiled over her shoulder. She was standing with her back to me at her butcher block island chopping vegetables, wearing hohum khaki shorts and a fairly tight white t-shirt. "You know Stan, you clean up pretty good; I couldn't believe how filthy you were out there in the yard. Could you open a bottle of wine please?"

So far, so good - I began to relax. I walked past Loretta, opened the refrigerator, grabbed the first bottle I saw, and set about opening it. Turning to face Loretta I gasped and nearly dropped the bottle. The t-shirt was tight and Loretta was definitely not wearing a bra. I could have handled the perfect roundness of her breasts, even the darkness of her areolas - it was that damn nipple line that was so distracting. Loretta's nipples were straining so powerfully against the t-shirt material that there was a straight ridge of white cotton material from nipple to nipple. 

"Oh please." Loretta was wagging her knife at me, her tone derisive. "You guys. I was practically falling out of my bikini top las week when I was weeding in the garden and you weren't fazed one bit. To tell you the truth, I was somewhat offended that you didn't even notice. I must be getting old."

So far so good went right out the window. "Oh." That was the extant of my verbal response, a very pathetic "Oh." I stepped up to the island to hide my returning erection and poured the wine. After I handed her a glass I took a big gulp from mine.

"Stan tell me what the difference is, I'd like to know. Because it seems that iwhen my tits were practically falling out of my top, no big deal, but braless in a t-shirt, hubba-hubba? Come on Stan, I want to know?" Loretta thrust out her chest, the t-shirt tightened across her breasts and nipples. She had a great rack. It was when she added the "hmmmm' that was my undoing. It was pitched low and sounded all too familiar - like the vibrator she's been using. I reached down and adjusted my erection before I realized what I'd done. When it dawned on me my answer dissolved into a simple. "No comment."




Handyman Blues



"Uh-huh, well that sure looks like some kind of comment to me?" Loretta was staring unabashedly at my tented Dockers. She smiled, picked up the wine bottle, examined the condensation on it and rolled it across her left breast. The condensation turned the white cotton transparent and the cold of the refrigerator brought her nipple to ultimate hardness. "Oops. Can you see my boob?"

Loretta set her glass down and pulled her t-shirt forward. She looked down at the large wet stain. "Did you know that the first guy to put his hand on my naked breast came in his pants? We were making out and he'd felt me up from the outside a couple of times already, but he'd never actually touched a bare boob. I think it was our fourth date, I'm not sure, anyway when he put his hand on my breast - his skin was so hot - my nipple pushed up into his hand and he just shuddered and moaned." She pursed her lips and blew softly at the stain.

"I didn't realize what had happened at first. When I did, he was so embarrassed, poor guy. He never called me again." Releasing the t-shirt the wet material wrapped perfectly around her breast. "I can go change if you want? Otherwise I think I'll just let it dry, of course, you won't have anything to look at it. Think you can last that long?"

I could only wonder "What the fuck was going on here?" Thank God the oven timer buzzed. Dinner was a welcome reprieve. Mercifully Loretta steered the conversation to the lighting system I'd been working on. I was beginning to think I was home free. I didn't have a clue as to how wrong I was.

Dinner was superb. Loretta suggested that we finish our wine outside (we were on our 2nd bottle by that time.) I happily agreed and emptied the bottle between us. I had to admit I had a very pleasant buzz going.

"I was surprised how bright your work light is." Loretta was standing next to one of the lights mounted on a stand. This particular one had a 500-watt bulb and really lit up the area. "How do you turn this one on, Stanley?"

I pointed to the plug lying on the deck below an outlet. She nodded in return and I realized she wanted me to plug it in - I obliged. The light flooded the gazebo area. Loretta waved her hand in front of the glass lens. "It's hot."

I decided to impress her with my knowledge. "That's why TV studios are so cold. The lights they use are really hot."

She nodded and turned the light toward me. "Now its you're turn under the lights. Okay, I'm waiting to be entertained."

I pantomimed a soft shoe dance.

"Nope, that won't do. I want real entertainment. Show me something I haven't seen before." I didn't miss the tone of her voice. I began to have a bad feeling about all of this.

"It's late; we should probably call it a night."

"Stanley, Stanley, Stanley. C'mon big guy, show me what you got."

Oh fuck. That tone was unmistakable. The next sentence out of her mouth confirmed everything.

"I think that you owe me a show after my little show this afternoon."

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

"I am so sorry Loretta, I thought you had gone shopping. I didn't realize that..."

"Can it Stan. An "oops" is one thing, but what you did was quite another. I must have been really out of it, or really into it, not to notice you. But I sure didn't miss what you left behind."

A growing dread filled me. "Loretta, I am so sorry..."

"Equal time. That's how you are going to apologize to me Stan. Equal time. And I have to say I'm looking forward to this." Loretta came around from behind the light and sat on the end of a chaise lounge. "Any time you're ready - just whip it out and go to town."

"Loretta, I apologize. I don't think..."

"Stan, I have the comforter." The fact that she wasn't yelling or screaming only made the situation worse. "Your cum is on my comforter. Do you think Marty or Diane are going to be very understanding of your apologies when I tell them what you did? You were in my bedroom, practically on my bed. You masturbated and ejaculated on my comforter. Now don't you think that alone would probably earn you a long stay in the dog house? What do you think happens when I tell them that, at the time you were jacking off, I was pleasuring myself? There I was in the privacy and sanctity of my own bedroom - or so I thought - only to discover..."

"Alright. But not a word about this is spoken to anybody. The comforter is dry-cleaned and that's the end of it - agreed?"

Loretta nodded and made a circle with her fist, waggling it up and down.

"Fine." I unzipped my Dockers and stuck my hand through the fly.

"Whoa there - I said equal time. I was naked, that means you'll be naked. Strip."

I inhaled a protest and let it go. "Fine, whatever you want. But for your information I was not practically on your bed, I was barely in your room. I was standing at the edge of your closet."

"Oh really," Loretta snorted. "That's like six or seven feet from the bed. There is no way that you could shot that far. Come on just admit it Stan you were standing at the foot of the bed. What's the point in denying it?"

"Because I'm telling the truth." My shirt and pants were already off. I had my hands in the waistband of my boxers. I paused, she repeated "everything stud, I want you bare-ass naked."

I stepped out of my boxers and straightened up - well at least most of me straightened up. I was a little intimidated - actually, I was a lot intimidated. Suddenly, this wasn't sexy at all. This was a punishment. I realized I had never been forced to engage in any kind of sex act. Sex had always seemed like a reward of some kind. I always looked forward to it, I was usually expecting it, or at the least hopeful. This was coercion; I swear my dick hung even limper.

"Look Loretta, why don't we go inside..."

Loretta was having none of it. "Did you know I name my sex toys? That vibrator I was using today is "Ole Yeller." (At the mention of the events of the afternoon I felt a slight something in my cock.) Do you know why I named him "Ole Yeller?" Because the first time I used it I came so hard I screamed."

That something became an honest to goodness twitch.

"I'm sure you noticed I said toys - plural. Marty knows I use them when he's away, but he doesn't know much more then that. Did you know that I have never used any of them when he's around - I'd be too embarrassed."

Twitch.

"Not to mention - I think Marty would be freaked out if he really knew how many I actually have..." Loretta paused and twirled the empty wine glass in her hand. "Not to mention how big some of them are."

Twitch. Twitch.

"Ole Yeller is about right in the middle...size wise."

TWITCH. Damn, my recollection was that Ole Yeller had certainly filled her hand. My best estimate had Ole yeller at seven to eight inches long, maybe one inch in diameter.

"My biggest one" - Loretta sighed dramatically and my cock positively lurched past half-mast - "is a real monster. I call it "Frankencock" that's with an "and" not an "en." (Oh?) Frank...and...Cock, it's about this big." Loretta spread her hands far apart. "It's a double-headed dildo."

I nodded, need less to say my cock was throbbingly erect now. So I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke slowly.

Loretta leaned back on her hands letting her breasts pushed against the cotton material of her shirt. Her nipples were very prominent.

"There's a secret that goes with Frank and Cock. I'm going to share that secret with you. Do you know why I'm telling you Stan? Because I trust you and I want you to trust me. So, are you ready? That huge double-ended dildo was given to me by a girl-friend." I kept stroking, I wasn't close to close yet.

"Well, actually, it would be more accurate to call her a...colleague." My mind spun - a colleague, some one we taught with? I couldn't believe that one of the women teachers gave her a double-ended dildo? I was suddenly much closer.

"Yep, I got it as a gift shortly after Marty and Diane started traveling all over the place. And guess what? I've actually used it, probably about a dozen times or so since I got it." I was getting very close.

"But none of that is the real secret. Do you know what the real secret is Stan? The real secret is that when I've used it - all those times, everyone one of them - the real secret is..."

Loretta sat up from the chaise and leaned in closer to me. She was maybe four feet from me and staring right at the end of my cock. I started to warn her when she spoke the real secret.

"I have only used it in the way it was designed...with another woman on the other end."

"NNNGGGHHHUUUHHH." My knees nearly buckled as I came. My eyes squeezed shut as I grimaced in ecstasy. It was a mind numbing orgasm - a totally shattering experience.

I could feel my face bloom in that silly, sloppy grin of post-orgasmic bliss. My hand was still gripping my softening cock when I opened my eyes and looked at Loretta.

Oh shit.

Loretta blinked at me in baffled amazement. Three thick strands of semen criss-crossed her face. Her mouth was opening and closing as she gasped for breath. I got a quick flash of her tongue - it was coated with my white cum. She swallowed; suddenly her tongue was pink again.

I realized I was totally fucked - no doubt about that. Cum dripped freely from her face, it clung to her hair. It was everywhere on her.

Loretta stood slowly and walked to the sliding door. She opened it, went through and closed it behind her. I watched her disappear into the darkness of the kitchen. She never looked back at me.

Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I gathered my clothes and pulled the plug on the work light. The resulting darkness seemed apropos of my current situation. I entered the house and walked to my room. I heard the sound of water in the pipes and realized that Loretta was showering. I was suddenly very tired and lay down on the bed. I decided that I would move back home tomorrow and pay someone to finish the work. This had become a disaster of the highest order.

I didn't sleep well - nightmares about the end of my life as I knew it plagued me without respite throughout the night.

I was awakened in the morning by a soft knock at the door. "Are you awake Stan?"

"Yes. I'm awake." I added a quick "and decent" which I immediately regretted. I didn't feel very decent. That and while covered by the sheet I realized I was very much naked underneath.

The door open and Loretta walked in, turned and sat at the foot of the bed with her back to me. She glanced at me over the collar of her thick terry-cloth robe.

"I think we'd better talk about last night, and I guess we better include yesterday afternoon also." Loretta turned away and paused - a long pause. Then she spoke without looking at me. "I was all ready to say what I wanted to say but now I'm not so sure I want to say it."

"Look Loretta, I think that I should..."

"No let me say what I have to say. Then you can say what you have to say." Loretta repositioned herself on the bed turning to face me. She sat half cross-leg with the other foot on the floor. The hem of her robe was lifted by her knee and I saw a flash of white thigh.

Oh fuck...my morning hard-on throbbed, reminding me it was still there.

"First, I hope you realize I was just messing with you when I talked about having all of those sex toys. I'm sure you've understood that I could never have done all those things I said. You know, the whole double ended thing and being with another woman. I was just...you know, it looked like you needed a little help there. Well not little, you are not by any means little." Loretta blushed. "God, I can't believe I'm talking about the size of your penis."

Alarms started ringing in my head. "Loretta, I'm sorry for everything that happened yesterday. I think the best thing for me to do is return home. I can hire some guys I know to finish the work and we'll just...you know...we'll just act like this never happened."

"Hire some guys and act like it never happened? I don't think so Stan. Correction, I know that I do not want a bunch of strange men parading around my house - not now - especially not now. You can't go home Stan, you can't. You started this and you need to finish it."

"Loretta, the hard work is done. I really don't think the two of us being...being so close...I mean. This could get...this could really mess up our relationship, our friendship... you know what I mean. We have a great friendship and I don't want to..." I started to stammer. 

Loretta just looked at me.

"I could use a little help here." It wasn't that I didn't know what I wanted to say. It was the way Loretta was looking at me that had me so unnerved. 

"Look. I have no intention of telling Marty about any of this. My guess is you're taking the same tack with Diane." I nodded. "That said, there is no denying that we crossed a line yesterday. We can't undo what happened. So what we need to do is completely clear the air about yesterday. I think we need to take today off and go get breakfast somewhere. So that we can talk this without the distraction of being here. What so you say?"

I sighed in relief. Thank God I had misread the expression on her face. "I think that's an excellent idea. Where do you want to go?"

We ended up going to a great little café near the lake. Breakfast was good and we ended up spending the day visiting nurseries, checking out plants for her landscape plan. We enjoyed a late lunch and finally retuned around six. Everything seemed back to normal. The next week was very productive for me and I was able to complete the installation of the hot tub. The bulk of the project was now complete. I wrapped up the day's work and decided to treat myself to a nice cold beer after a hot shower.

Showered and clean, I'd barely sat down with my beer when the doorbell rang. I didn't get up because Loretta said she would answer it. From the squeal of her voice I surmised she was greeting an old friend. The chatter of two female voices grew louder.

"Here he is." Loretta had returned walking arm in arm with a blonde woman. "Stanley, I'd like you to meet one of my best friends in the whole world. This is Natasha. Natasha this is Stanley, he's married to Diane, Marty's partner...and, he's the one who is building the hot tub and gazebo. He just finished the hot tub today. He set it up so that we don't have to chlorinate the water like a swimming pool. There's an instant hot water heater for filling, and it's connected to a circulation pump for our waterfall. If the water needs changing we just drain it into the landscape and refill with fresh hot water. Isn't that brilliant?"

"Pleased to meet you Stan. Diane must be a very lucky woman - her husband is smart and good looking." Thank God Natasha was smiling when she said that. I accepted the compliment graciously.

"I know what we need to do. Stan - how long would it take to fill the tub?" Loretta was almost jumping up and down.

"Less than an hour."

"Let's christen the tub tonight. If you start filling it now, it'll be ready by sun down. Tonight's a full moon so we'll watch the sunset first and then we'll watch the moon rise. That will be so cool." Loretta's enthusiasm was infectious and I was soon outside prepping the tub. Loretta and Natasha ran off to the store for additional supplies. They had decided that we needed to celebrate properly with Champagne and strawberries. Natasha had said we needed to celebrate - European style.

I was pleasantly surprised to see how fast the tub was filling and how comfortably hot the water was. The girls returned with a tray full of goodies and Champagne open. With the first bottle we toasted my hard work, Loretta's inspired vision, and Natasha's celebratory suggestion.

The second bottle disappeared as we snacked and joked, Natasha reminded us that we had to save the third bottle for our Euro-style finale. We got to that point just as the tub finished filling and the sun touched the hills in the distance.

"Alright, alright, it's time. Finish your drink, bottoms up." Natasha was clearly enjoying her self. She moved Loretta and I into position next to the tub.

"May this tub and all who enjoy it always be warm, relaxed, and satisfied." Natasha poured some Champagne into the tub. I hit the bubble button and the Jacuzzi jets started up. Loretta squealed in delight, then squealed in surprise. "Hey!"

Natasha shook the bottle with her thumb over the end and sprayed Loretta and I with the contents until we were soaked. The last bit of the bottle she dumped on her head. "Alright, let's do it Euro-style."

I thought we just had.

"Everybody into the tub." Natasha began to unbutton her top. "C'mon you guys - get naked. No clothes allowed the first time in. Hell, if it were my tub - no clothes ever! Let's get Euro-style."

"I didn't realize that's what you meant. I don't think Loretta will be comfortable..." I was more than just surprised and turned to Loretta for confirmation. She was shimming already out of her shorts. "Loretta, what are you doing?"

"Oh c'mon Stan. It's just hot tubing, don't wimp out on us." Loretta stripped off her bra.

"I'm not wimping out. I just don't think this is a good idea, considering..." I realized the futility of arguing with a naked woman, correction two naked women. I slowly began to disrobe. I heard the girls get into the tub and moan in unanimous relaxation - "it's perfect."

I kicked by boxers off my foot and turned to face the girls. I had decided on the manly approach - rather than try to sneak past their gaze I chose to stand tall and stand proud.

I stepped up to the tub and entered into the hot water.

I was adjusting to the temperature before sitting. I was trying to be nonchalant when Natasha just had to say it. "Well Stan, I told Loretta while we were shopping that you deserved a hearty "Well done" for your work here. But seeing you now, I can only say...WELL HUNG!"

The girls erupted in peals of laughter and high fived each other - repeatedly. I sat down and smiled. It was going to be a long night.

I was just getting relaxed when the girls asked me to go get three beers. I complied and accepted graciously their wolf whistles when I walked away. I wasn't surprised to hear their comments about my backsides either. One trip later and the lone six-pack of beer in the refrigerator was empty. I told them as much when they asked for round three.

Natasha stood saying she knew just what we needed. I murmured something about "Venus rising from the waves." Natasha struck a pose as water dripped from her body. I was eye level with her perfectly smooth pussy. I got very hard, thank God I was chest deep in the water.

While Natasha was gone I asked Loretta if she was comfortable with all of us being naked. She spoke a ever so slightly slurred "no problemo mi amigo." Natasha returned with three small glasses and a large bottle of Tequila. Oh shit, I knew the way tequila affected me.

Natasha smiled, poured three shots, and handed them around.

"Bottoms up!" Natasha downed her shot, stood and turned her back to us. She bent forward and wiggled her ass. I was looking right at her smooth little muffin. "Your turn Loretta."

Loretta followed Natasha's example, turned out she didn't shave the front but did underneath. Of course, I knew that from previous experience.

They looked at me - and leered.

I took my shot, turned and began to stand.

A chorus of "Oh no you don't. Stand first Stan and then turn." They giggled at their wording.

"I think we've all had more than enough to drink..." I stopped in mid explanation. Their expressions said it all, I really didn't have any choice. I nodded my head and slowly stood.

"OHMIGODITSHUGE!" Natasha squealed as my cock broke the surface of the hot tub. I turned and shook my butt, then quickly sat back down.

Natasha poured three more shots. She leaned over to Loretta and whispered in her ear. Loretta looked scandalized at first and shook her head. A second whisper had Loretta slowly nodding her head and then looking at me.




Handyman Blues



I didn't like that look at all.

I suddenly realized I had to pee and excused myself. My erection resurfacing elicited a smattering of applause. I shook my butt again. I toweled quickly and headed inside. It took a while for my erection to ease so that I could pee with accuracy, but pee I did. 

I returned to a scene I didn't understand at first - silly me. Loretta and Natasha were floating on their backs with their knees hooked over the edge of the hot tub. When I heard them moan. It was suddenly all so obvious they were masturbating using the Jacuzzi jets. My cock lurched to attention.

I should have walked back inside - that would have been the smart thing, the gentlemanly thing. I was more the drunken monkey at this point. I did the stupid thing. I walked over and watched, and listened and enjoyed the rising chorus of moans until they both came.

I applauded.

They quickly turned around. Their faces were flush from too much alcohol and their orgasms. They looked anything but embarrassed.

"That another variation of Euro-style Natasha?" I settled back into the tub and relished the hot water caressing me. Natasha moved next to me and soon it was more then hot water caressing me. Loretta moved to the other side and soon two hands were wrapped around my cock.

"That will be enough of that ladies, kindly keep your hands to yourselves." They released me and floated back across the tub. Loretta smiled and whispered in Natasha's ear, Natasha's smile was somewhat unnerving and I knew the next words out of their mouths before they spoke them. Natasha poured a another series of shots. She and Loretta downed theirs simultaneously. I had a feeling where this was going. I wasn't planning on going there myself.

"Equal time big guy. You saw us, we want to see you. Equal time." 

I shook my head and downed my shot. Natasha poured again and was about to drink when she looked at her hand. "Oh my god! Look at my skin! We need to get out Loretta. Do you have any skin moisturizer?"

Loretta looked closely at her own skin and the two women got out of the tub and rushed inside. I watched their butts jiggle as they ran to the house. I downed the three shots as I turned off the lights and jets. The night was over and I had dodged a major bullet. 

I walked on slightly wobbly legs and entered the house. There in the middle of the den Natasha and Loretta were standing on a beach towel slathering lotion onto themselves. They seemed intent on covering every possible square inch of exposed skin. Satisfied with their efforts they paused and then refilled their hands.

They turned to me and advanced with palms overflowing. I realized I was too drunk to resist. Natasha motioned me to the towel on the floor. I was hardly flat before they started rubbing lotion onto my back. 

They rubbed me from head to heels. I have to admit it was very relaxing. Then they had me roll over onto my back. They were re-filling their hands when I passed out, or fell asleep - whichever. I had some very strange dreams that night.

I awoke the next morning in a spasm of pain. My head felt like it had been on the receiving end of a lightning strike. To me it seemed as if it had simply split in two. My whole body felt as if I'd played in the Superbowl without pads; waking up on a hard floor will do that. I wasn't sure why I had slept on the floor of the den, but I certainly seemed to have done just that. I couldn't remember much from last night. Then again I couldn't remember how long it had been since I was this hung over.

Somehow I made it into the shower. The cool water was bracingly refreshing. I toweled off, wrapped myself in a robe and shuffled toward the kitchen. I needed caffeine. I was surprised to see a blonde woman in a bathrobe sitting at the breakfast bar. She looked somewhat familiar. I raised a finger and wagged it the way you do when you're trying to remember something, or in this case, someone.

"Natasha." I must have looked vaguely unknowing at the name. "Last night...Euro-style?"

Last night. Euro-style. A single memory flickered to life. Euro-style? A series of memories tumbled into my mind. Euro-style! The memories began to resolve themselves into knowing.

"Oh fuck!" I looked at Natasha in shock.

"Boy did we ever. I haven't been this sore in a long, long time." Natasha positively leered at me.

"You think you're sore. I can hardly walk." The sound of Loretta's voice was like a dagger plunged into my guilty conscious. I turned ready to apologize and beg her forgiveness. No words came out of my mouth. Loretta was nude and she looked very relaxed and satisfied.

"OHFUCK!"

"Natasha and I talked about what happened and we decided that she is going to be staying with us until Marty and Diane return." I looked at the two women with my mouth hanging open. "Better, eat up big fella, you're going to need all your strength during the next two weeks." 

"Yeah big guy." Natasha opened her robe and let it fall away. "Eat up."

I'm fucked. I'm totally fucked.



Handyman Caught



Let me start by saying.....I'm a man of many 'tastes'. There is a LOT of things that turn me on. This story is based on real people, but is a fantasy that I'd love to live out!

I've done some handyman work over the years. A few extra bucks here and there, and help out some folks who need stuff done. Win/win right? 

So I agreed to go to a friend's house and hang some new light fixtures. I'd done some work at her rent property a few times, so she asked if I'd mind working at her house. She has small kids, and not a lot of free time, so I thought it'd be good to help her out. Not to mention she's always fun to hang out with....AND she's freakin' HOT!

Melissa has an amazing smile that just gives that hint of deviousness. Amazing curves, and big, beautiful breasts. One of her best features is having no clue how hot she really is. Although, vaguely aware of my dirty streak, she and I have never so much as hugged too long....unfortunately. 

I walked in that morning and she was wearing a really cute skimpy summer dress, hugging her curves perfectly, and showing a lot of cleavage. I was in shorts and a t-shirt....nothing too exciting. Unbeknownst to her, I was wearing a pair of silky, low cut, boy short panties underneath my shorts. I think she may have known about my lil panty fetish, but we haven't discussed it much.

OK....so on with the story. I got there as she was packing the kids up to go to the sitter for the day. She explained she had some errands to run after dropping the kids off, but would be back before I was done. I went ahead and got started on my work. The first thing on the list was a ceiling fan in her bedroom.

I was busy removing the old light when she came in to tell me she was leaving, I just grunted my response and kept at my work. When I heard the garage door going down I realized I was now all alone in her bedroom. I quickly finished removing the old one....so I could have a few minutes to look around before she returned home. 

I immediately noticed the open clothes hamper in the corner...as well as the top dresser drawer open a couple inches. I started at the dresser. And wow....she must own 50 pairs of panties! All kinds, cuts, fabrics, styles....you name it. Not wanting to get TOO sidetracked from the hamper, I focused my attention there. Bingo. Right on top...a pair of silky boy shorts with lace around the top. Not too unlike the ones that I was wearing, except these....had been on that amazing body. With just a lil digging I found a couple more pairs close to the top...all the same wonderful material. 

I quickly put them all back in place, knowing I needed to get SOME work done before she returned, otherwise I'd have some explaining to do. So I turned some music on and got back to work. Quickly getting the new fan hung, and running smoothly. The next thing on the list was the light in her closet. A large walk in one....that came with only a single bulb fixture. I got the old one removed and the new one assembled and ready for installation in short order. Then the hamper was calling my name again.

I decided to take a quick break and have a closer look at the sexy pink panties on top of the pile. Now....there is a lot about panties I find sexy. The feel, the look, the sensation of wearing them, the sensation of jacking off with them, you name it....I love em. So, needless to say, by the time I got my hands on them I was growing hard in my own pink panties. As I said, we have never so much as hugged too long, so I have never been so close to her panties or what they cover. It didn't take me long to bring them to my face to inhale her scent. And wow....as amazing as I had imagined! 

It didn't take but a second to get my shorts down to my ankles and my hand on my, now hard, cock. Stroking while wearing panties is high on my list...doing it while enjoying well-worn panties....HEAVEN. I was taking in her musky scent, and slowly stroking myself through the now damp panties I was wearing so I never heard the door slowly open behind me.

Eyes closed, head back, inhaling deeply with her panties on my face and I'm startled to reality by the crack of a belt across her palm!! I froze. Terrified. Cock in hand...panties over my mouth. When Melissa slowly walks around to face me. A most displeased look on her face.

"What....in the FUCK....are you doing you PER VERT!?" 

I just stammered....unable to string together even a couple words that made sense. The one thing that was evident was that I was not losing the rock hard erection though. I had no idea how terrifying OR how hot it would be to get caught! 

"Sit your dirty, perverted ass down and listen to me carefully....NOW!" 

I scampered over to the chair next to the dresser and sat down carefully. She proceeds to tell me that she knew all about my "disgusting panty fetish" from our mutual friend who had apparently figured out that I had 'borrowed' several pairs of her panties in the past. Before she left the house she had seen the pink lace peeking over my shorts and quickly dropped the kids off and quietly returned home to make sure I wasn't helping myself to her most personal of undergarments. 

The craziest part....I was only getting harder. The more she berated me...the more I seemed to like it. 

"So, panty sniffing pervert....what shall we do about this then?" Again....totally unable to respond intelligently.

"Well....then I'll decide how we fix this problem and you WILL go along with every bit of it, or all of our friends will quickly know that you are a panty stealing pervert...DEAL?!" All I could do was nod in the affirmative. My head was spinning a million miles an hour, knowing this was NOT a good idea....but totally incapable of stopping it.

"OK then. Strip off the rest of your clothes. But leave on those pathetic lil bitch panties." 

As I stood to remove the shorts from my ankles and my socks and shoes, I moved to set the panties down I was still holding in a death grip. "Put those back in the hamper....you don't deserve them yet!"

I didn't know what to think! Melissa is normally a smiling, giggling, fun loving girl. And her she is....barking orders and with a VERY forceful tone! "Melissa....please...I can explain. Don't do this!" CRACK! She smacks her palm with the belt she was still holding. "DON'T talk! You are only to talk when I tell you to. Is that CLEAR panty bitch?!" Yes ma'am.

I gently set the panties on top of the hamper and quickly removed the rest of my clothes. So, there I stand....in only a tiny pair of silky boy short panties with a lace top....and my raging hard cock poking out of the top. Only now did she crack a smile for the first time. But it wasn't a happy smile...it was devious looking!

She then slowly walked around behind me until I could no longer see her. She eased up close to where I could feel her breath on my shoulder. CRACK! The belt came across the back of my knees...making them buckle. As I drop to my knees she moves quickly to grab my hair and spin around in front of me. Looking down, across those amazing breasts, she smiles again and says, "Lay down panty bitch...I believe you owe me for your lil snooping adventure." 

I laid back flat on the floor. Looking up at the most amazing sight. My sexy friend, standing over my chest, her amazing tits jutted out in front of her and her legs spread wide enough that I could see her, now wet, white panties. In one quick motion she drops to her knees, pinning my shoulders down and pushing her panty clad pussy over my mouth and nose. Without time to inhale before she was on me...I quickly squirmed to try and take a breath. No such luck. She held me there, skirt over my head, for what seemed an eternity! Almost instinctually my hands moved to my cock. Even on the verge of suffocation I NEEDED to cum. She quickly realized what I was doing and raised up off my mouth. 

"You will NOT cum until I tell you....understood?!" 

Still out of breath I just nodded. My senses were all on fire. I couldn't see much besides her pussy covered by wet panties. All I could smell was her arousal. And it felt as though my skin was on fire! I have never in my life been so turned on.

For the next half hour or so (maybe an eternity for all I know!) she would ride my face until I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen and then sit up, rubbing her clit vigorously while I caught my breath. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She reached under the skirt and pulled the soaked panties to the side and lowered her dripping pussy to my mouth. Literally....fucking my face for all it was worth. My tongue was working as fast as I could, as deep and hard as I could get. When she would slid forward I'd bury it deep into her tight ass then as deep in her pussy as I could reach. Every time...feeling like I would drown from the juices flowing from within her.

I knew she was getting close because the pressure from her legs was increasing on my head. I began to realize I was dangerously close to cumming myself without even touching my cock! 

Then, without warning, she sat down HARD on my outstretched tongue and began to cum. And cum. And cum. I swallowed as fast as I could. Unable to take a breath. Until finally.....she bucked forward and off of my face.

I was COVERED in her cum. Down my neck, all over my face, my hair....everywhere. 

She rolled over to her back and quickly pulled her dripping panties down and off. Threw them on my face....."clean yourself up pervert"

As I wiped my face clean with her panties I was still on the verge of cumming. This was the absolute hottest experience of my life!

All of the sudden I stopped....pulled the panties down from my face. What was that sound??

A camera!?! She was taking pictures of me laying on her bedroom floor, wearing panties with my hard on, jutting out of the top and wiping my face clean with her cum soaked panties.

"No NO panty bitch....this is my insurance. Keep cleaning or everyone sees these"

When I finished I started to get up. Her barefoot against my chest stopped me. "stay there....you're not done. You've been fairly compliant. So I think I'll let you cum. Would you like that?"

Ummmm....Yes Ma'am!

She spins around....dropping to her knees next to my head, facing my feet. Her swollen, wet pussy just an inch over my face. Grabs the panties from my hand and stuffs them deep in my mouth. Then sits forcefully down on my face. Nose and mouth buried deeply. I faintly make out her say "OK bitch....stroke"

I didn't need much incentive! I started stroking my rock hard cock with all I had. As I start getting fairly close to cumming she raises up off my mouth and removes the panties....barely enough time to take a breath before sitting back down.

She then drops the wet panties on my cock for me to stroke with. "Cum on them....all over them when I tell you to, and no sooner"

Well....it took all I had to not cum immediately! I slowed my strokes and concentrated on trying to breathe. She began to slowly slide her pussy back and forth across my face again, affording me the chance to take a few small breaths. I could feel she was getting close, and in fact, she came again. A small but very wet orgasm. As it rolled through her she clamped down on my face and told me to cum. I obliged almost immediately! Spurt after spurt into those poor abused panties. It seemed to go on for EVER! What a feeling!!

As my orgasm subsided I felt her gently pull the panties from my hand and she again sat up off of my soaked face. Without warning she shoved the thoroughly soiled panties into my mouth. And again with the camera!

Several pictures of me sucking our cum out of her panties later she disappeared into the bathroom. I laid there in shock and listened to her shower. A short time later she emerged, fully clothed and looking amazing with her wet hair.

"I'm paying you to hang lights aren't I? Well....you need to hurry because you're behind schedule"

And just like that....the hottest morning of my life went back to normal! I carefully finished my list of work while she worked in her office. The check for me was on the counter in the kitchen, with her filthy cum filled panties next to it and a note...."Thanks for your help, see you next time."

I hope she needs more work done soon!!! I will definitely charge less next time! Hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did.