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A Handyman

By: trashcanman



"Jack, today is March 1. Every three months I'm going to ask you up to the house to help me out with what you might call my domestic situation. OK?"

"Well, sure Mr. Harris."

"Now, I know you get along with Alice, don't you? Say hi to Alice."

Mr. March's live-in girlfriend Alice Harper was standing by the fireplace, staring into the fire, and not looking too happy. I drove her someplace just about every day, so this all seemed a little strange.

"Hello Ms. Harper."

"Hello Jack."

" Alice is going to give you a quarterly bonus. Aren't you dear?

Ms. Harper didn't turn around, but she did barely nod.

Now Alice, don't behave badly. We discussed this and you agreed, now didn't you? Be a good girl and come over in front of Jack where he can see you."

Ms. Harper turned away from the fireplace and walked towards me. 

Mr. Harper had hired me as a driver and handyman. Mr. Harper was like a zillionaire who had cashed out of dot com's at their height and got into energy before anyone had heard of a rolling blackout. You'd expect a guy like that to have a hot woman. And did he ever. Ms. Harris was a fox. But even a guy like me could see that she had, like, class. Or maybe you could call it grace. There was a whole lot more to this broad than tits and ass. So while I lusted for her, the way any guy would, I liked and admired her as well.

Ms. Harper was dressed to go out. You know those little black cocktail dresses that so many women wear at museum galas and art openings and stuff like that? I see those dresses all the time when I drop the two of them at various functions. Anyway Ms. Harper was wearing one of those dresses with a strand of pearls at her neck. She has this real pretty auburn hair that she often wears braided and up at night, though now it was down around her shoulders.

She walked up to within a couple of feet of me.

"Alice has agreed to give you a choice. Haven't you, dear?"

There were tears in Ms. Harper's eyes.

" Alice will kneel down there on the floor and she will jerk you off. Or if you prefer you can jerk off on her face. Isn't that right, dear?"

This was just too weird. Ms. Harper was just standing there unsuccessfully trying to hold back tears. Mr. Harris was a good guy yet he was saying such rotten things in a such a condescending manner. This was like the perfect couple gone totally crazy. It was clear to me that these two were playing some sick game. To my own credit I didn't even have to think it over-I'd be damned if I'd get involved in this.

"Well I appreciate the offer-I think" I managed a smile "you are both good people and I'm not getting involved in this." I turned to walk out.

"We were sort of hoping you would say something like that," said Mr. Harris.

I turned and looked at him. " We both think you are a fine young man, and having said that, you proved us right." Nodding at Ms. Harper he said softly " Isn't that right?" 

For the first time that evening Ms. Harper smiled, albeit weakly. Mr. Harper turned and walked over to the fireplace mantel and picked up an envelope and a riding crop. He waved the envelope and said "This is $5000. It is yours no matter what happens tonight. We are sorry if this bothers you, but please hear us out. Alice take off your dress and tell Jack here what your alternatives are."

All that held the dress up were spaghetti straps , but it was fitted snugly, so that Ms. Harper had to wiggle a bit in order for it to fall to the floor. She was stunning. She had not worn a bra. Her nipples were easily silver dollar size, vermilion in color with nubs larger than a pencil's eraser. Her breasts were large, but from their graceful asymmetrical curve I could see they were natural. She was wearing garters, black stockings and heels. Despite all that had gone before, despite my uneasiness with this little psychodrama, I sprang a class A boner. My back was to Mr. Harris, but Ms. Harper saw my erection and smiled ruefully through teary eyes.

"Jack ," she said, " I'm not going to tell you why we are doing this. I'll just say, though it is difficult, I do agree to this. Peter has a riding crop in his hand and I will have to let him whip me if you won't let me service you." I hesitated, stepped back and turned away. Suddenly Mr. Harris took three quick steps toward Ms. Harper, raised the crop and slashed down on her exposed ass. There was no sound but the hiss of the crop through the air and the smack of leather on meat. Ms. Harper gasped and fell to the carpet; Mr. Harris backed a couple steps off.

Ms. Harper got to her knees and crawled to me. She put her hands on my hips. 

"Don't let me take anymore, Jack. " She begged "Please let me do you, Jack, I'll be good." She was fumbling with my belt. "I'd suck you off, Jack, but I'm not allowed. But I'll get you off good. Do you want to come on my face, Jack?"

Maybe it was the promised five large or maybe I didn't want her whipped again, or maybe it was just my raging hardon, but I was going to get off. Right then. Fuck their stupid game and fuck her watching boyfriend.

She was unbuttoning my pants. I reached down for a handful of her delectable tit and said "hurry up." She got my cock out and my pants down. Ms. Harper cradled my balls with one hand and pumped me with the other. She looked up at me, the most gorgeous women I'd ever been with, and said "Are you going to come for me, baby" I shot four loads of cum onto her face, one of them into her open eye.

I had forgotten about Mr. Harris until there was a flash of a Polaroid, Mr. Harris said "You did fine Alice. I'll tell you what, be a good girl and lick off any cum that's left on his cock. "

She leaned in to comply, but she was having some difficulty wiping my cum from her eye. The more she rubbed at it the more it spread. Finally she got her vision back, she licked off my cock and she even pulled my trousers up and fastened them. As she stood up and started to pull her dress back on, Mr. Harris said " Don't forget your manners, darling, be sure you thank Jack."

As she looked at me I couldn't really tell where the tears started and the cum ended. Her mascara had run, so that she presented quite a sight; one that I wasn't bound to forget any time soon.

On my way out Mr. Harris handed me a manila envelope. When I opened it in my room, the envelope with the 5 G's fell out along with the Polaroid of Ms. Harper's come covered face and a used pair of her black lace panties. I fell asleep with the panties over my face.

In the days after that, there was no mention of the incident. Mr. Harris' demeanor was unchanged; he was affable as always. Ms. Harper was quieter than she had been formerly, and she seldom made eye contact. Otherwise I saw no change in her deportment. I, too, comported myself as always. But I was angry. 

It was similar to incidents that used to occur to me when I drove a hack in New York City. A couple would get in and start to have sex in the back seat. Now before I drove a hack, I would have guessed that I would get a big kick out of it. I'm no prude and I enjoy fuck films. Instead, it irritated the hell out of me. Part of it was that I wasn't included, although that was not the problem here. Mainly it was that they thought so little of me that they would fuck like I wasn't there. It was as if I didn't exist. You fuck in front of a dog without thinking about because the dog is inconsequential. So, I too, was of no consequence.

In the end, though, practical considerations won out, just as they had when I drove a cab. It was a good job, she was a fox and most of all, five thousand dollars was a bonanza to me; even though it was chump change to Mr. Harris. So I continued driving them to their parties and doing odd jobs around the house. If we ever were to have a session like the last one I sure would do things differently.

Three months to the day after the last session, I got a call to come up to the house. Again they were in the living room. Mr. Harris, a drink in hand, greeted me heartily.

"Jack, my boy, come on in. It's that time again. I hope you are ready for some more fun and games. I know Alice is. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Peter," she quietly replied.

"Speak up, darling " Mr. Harris was talking in a tone one might use with a recalcitrant child. Don't make me use your friend here. He waved a riding crop and Ms. Harper shuddered visibly.

"Tell Jack what he can do tonight"

"He can fuck me" , she spat back.

WHAP The crop caught her across the upper thighs. 

"Be nice, sweetheart. Next time you'll be out the door. You know I mean it."

Ms. Harper spoke through her pain and humiliation "Jack, we decided you could fuck me. Just tell me how you want it. I'll make it good for you."

"I bet you will, Alice," I said. I continued,

"You're just a horny slut tonight, aren't you?"

Alice's eyes widened in surprise and she looked over at Mr. Harris, who choked on his drink, guffawed and broke into a wide smile.

I walked over to Alice, reached my hand under her skirt, moved it up her thigh, and palmed her crotch. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her bush was dry and crinkley. Keeping my palm flat on her crotch, I raised my hand a couple inches so that she came up on her toes with most of her weight distributed through her pussy onto my hand. I pulled her in closer. 

"You best get yourself ready little girl," I whispered.

"Hump it," I lowered my hand so she could get a purchase. She was now able to bend her legs, she put her arms on my shoulders and began to dry fuck my hand. I tore the top of her dress and grabbed her tit with my free hand . The nub of her nipple grew large in my hand. I grasped it between thumb and forefinger and tweaked it hard. She squeaked. No shit, sort of like a mouse. Again. I tweaked, she squeaked. With the other hand I lifted my middle finger slightly above the rest of my hand so that as she dry humped me my finger slipped easily into her crack. This was a horny bitch!

"You're almost ready for me, let's finish the job." I stepped back. " Take off what's left of that dress and sit in that armchair." As the dress came off I again marveled at her fantastic body. I stepped over to an end table where the riding crop lay and picked it up. I handed it to Alice.

"Ok," I said, " Slide your ass out to the edge of the seat and bring your feet up to rest flat at the edge too. Spread your knees all the way apart. This is what we call a split beaver. And darling, you look simply marvelous. " I looked back at Peter Harris. He had his hand on the front of his trousers and otherwise appeared mesmerized. I turned back to Alice, who looked glassy eyed; split legged, and idly rubbing her pussy with one hand and still holding the riding crop with the other. I told her to use the crop. She looked at me blankly for a moment and then nodded and brought the handle up to her cunt and rubbed it along her slit.

"Put it in , bitch"

Tears came to her eyes. "It's dry leather. Don't make me put it in, I need some lubrication."

"All right" I moved my hand to my mouth and gathered a huge mouthful of slobber. I slathered it over the opening of her cunt. "Now use the crop, bitch"

She slowly inserted the riding crop up her snatch. I started undressing.

"It looks like you 're ready, now its my turn. Hand me that crop."

I pointed to the floor in front of me. "Kneel"

Alice looked to Harris and pleaded "Jeffery, please auwwww."

The crop had tapped her ass.

"Suck me, cunt"

Alice hurried to mouth my member. After a moment she took her mouth off for breath and her hand circled my shaft and pumped. Auwwwww. The crop had come down again.

"Don't use those whore tricks on me, slut. When I say suck, you suck."

Her hands disappeared; replaced by her warm mouth. This bitch was a first class cocksucker. It wasn't long before I had to tell her to stop. I wasn't ready to blow my load yet.

I had her bend over the back of the armchair, her butt way up and her hands grabbing the legs down by the floor. Her pussy was wide open. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her in one plunge. She issued a guttural grunt and she continued to grunt every time I slammed into her. It only took a couple minutes to get close to cumming. I slowed down. Without warning I jammed two fingers up her ass. She screamed. Before she recovered I pulled out of her cunt and thrust my swollen cock up her ass. It wouldn't go all the way in at first and I had to push hard. Her head come up as she tried to escape, but I grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her back down.

She was pinned in that vulnerable position and all she could do was squeal like some sort of wounded animal. At this point it seemed pointless to wait for her to have her orgasm, so when the moment came, I did. Came like a fire hose. I pulled out and walked around to have her lick the gooey crud off my cock. Realizing that this wasn't very healthy, I just wiped my cock off on her hair. I told her not to move, grabbed my clothes and walked back to Jeffery Harris, who had not moved an inch this entire time. He did have his dick out.

I stood next to him and we gazed back at Alice, still bent over the chair, her body heaving, brown tinged cum leaking from her asshole. The thing I'll never forget is the way her asshole had stretched out to a golf ball sized hole that still had not contracted back. Harris handed me an envelope of cash and told me thank you. 

I said "Sure," turned, and walked out thinking "You'll get yours, asshole."

A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 01



These stories follow the sexual adventures of a character named Steve. Women of a certain age would characterize him as a hunk, and he has a laid-back, flirty personality that many women find irresistible. He's also a heck of a nice guy. For the last year or so he's made his living as a handyman. When he first started the business it never crossed his mind that most of his customers would be single women and lonely housewives. We'll ease into the story with a woman named Penny . . .

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Chapter One

I met a girl named Penny a few years back. She's a friend of a friend. Middle aged, but it seems a shame to call her that because she's very youthful and attractive. I'm thirty, and she's probably in her early forties, but I don't pay much attention to age. Penny just seems like a cute girl to me. Something about her smile, with slightly crooked eye teeth, always turns me on a little. I find her powerfully attractive.

I went out to a bar to meet a friend and Penny happened to be there. We didn't run into each other very often, maybe two or three times a year, so it was nice to see her. She was with her friend Mary, who used to date another friend of a friend of mine, and she's about the same age as Penny. This particular night they were together and both looked particularly hot — Penny in tight jeans, a low-cut white T-shirt and a leather jacket, and Mary in a nice tie dye hippie dress. The tie dye look sometimes doesn't work on a 'mature' woman, but Mary pulled it off with aplomb. She's a stunning looking woman and could probably wear anything and look good.

There was a band playing at the bar that everybody wanted to see, so there wasn't much socializing going on until the set break. As soon as the music stopped Penny tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a fresh beer. 

"You look thirsty," she said with a smile. 

"Hey thanks!" I said. "Yeah, it's been a long day."

She seemed genuinely curious when she asked me what I'd been up to, so I told her about my current project, doing a light re-model on an elderly woman's kitchen. She was surprised to learn that I had a handyman business, so I told her a bit about it. 

"So if I need a man around the house all I need to do is call you and give you a few bucks?" she asked, with a sly grin and a twinkle in her eye. 

"Yup, your wish is my command," I said with a smile. Penny and I often flirted. She seemed the type that enjoyed that kind of thing.

After a bit more chatting the music started up again, so we went back to listening to the band. After the show we were all in that wonderfully good mood you feel after watching a good band do its thing. I was leaning against the bar having a look at the cute bartender's ass when Penny came over and set her beer on the bar next to mine. 

"Did I ever tell you about my Dad's camp in the Adirondacks?" she asked. She hadn't, and I was all ears. "He passed away a few years ago and left it to me. I try to keep it up, but the winters up there have done a number on it and it's getting pretty run down in places. Any chance you'd be willing to drive up there and help me decide what needs to be fixed first? I'm willing to put the money into it, but I just don't know where to start."

"Sure," I said. "Any chance to spend a day in the mountains is all right with me." 

She told me more about it, and the area near Long Lake where it's located. Her father was a sportsman, and it's a rustic 'off the grid' hunting camp almost completely surrounded by state land and very secluded. Sounded really nice, like my kind of place. 

It turned out we were both free the next Saturday, and we agreed on a time. When the day rolled around I gathered together a bunch of tools even though it was just supposed to be a 'look around and help me decide' kind of a day. I figured if there was anything simple to fix it'd be nice to go ahead and do it for her. The drive up there was pleasant, and my mood always improves when I pass the "Entering The Adirondack Park" sign on the side of the road. 

After driving another hour or so I was getting close. I had a hand drawn map Penny had given me, written on a bar napkin, and I was a little unsure about where I was, but after a few more miles I turned onto the small one-lane dirt road I was looking for. It went on and on, about six miles into the deep woods. Eventually I rounded a bend in the road and saw Penny sitting in the open hatch of her Subaru, sipping on a beer. I pulled off the road next to her, and jumped out of my truck. 

"Good morning Mr. Handyman," she said with a big smile. 

"This sure is a beautiful part of the world," I said. 

"Oh this is nothing, wait'll you see the rest," she said, and she handed me a cold beer from her cooler. 

I knew we were going to have to hike in a bit, so I had my tools in an old backpack. "Looks like you're ready to stay awhile," she said, and she winked at me and smiled. 

Penny had two insulated coolers with straps that she slung over her shoulders. "Beer and sandwiches," she said. I couldn't help but notice that the straps made an "x" across her chest accentuating her lovely bra-less tits. The outline of her nipples was visible and she looked even sexier than usual.

The hike into the camp was about a half-mile on her private trail. It was a hot summer day and we were both sweating even though we were both in shorts and t-shirts, hers with a scooped v-neck showing off her nice cleavage. 

As we got to the camp the trees opened up on a stunning vista overlooking a large beaver pond, with a marshy wetland beyond. 

"Holy cow!" I said. "This is amazing!" 

"Didn't I tell ya?" she said with a proud smile. 

We put our things down on the rickety front steps and gazed off into the distance. Sunlight glinted off the glassy surface of the pond, and the sense of quiet was astonishing. Other than a few birds here and there, there was no sound at all, not even wind in the trees on this calm summer day. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of it all when Penny snapped me out of it. 

"Wanna have a look inside?" she asked. "Watch your step, the front entry is kind of falling apart." 

We made our way inside and she went around the room opening wooden storm shades, gradually filling the space with light. It was rustic all right, but with the charm of an old-school north-woods cottage. I loved it. Everything was in one room — a kitchen counter across the back, a big round table and chairs off to one side, an old brass double bed on the other side of the room and a wood stove in the corner. A steep ladder led up to a small sleeping loft that she said she didn't use much, with two twin mattresses and some storage. Next to the brass bed was a door leading to a screened porch with a couch and an old upholstered chair, both covered in plastic. As Penny gave me the tour she removed the plastic from the porch furniture, and generally spruced the place up as she went. She told me the couch opened up into a bed, and she loved sleeping out there. I stood quietly for a moment, staring at the couch, wondering if she slept in the nude on warm summer nights...

"You want another beer?" she asked, snapping me out of my impure thoughts. 

"Sure," I said, and Penny got us each one. 

"So tell me what your worries are about the old place," I said. 

She walked me around showing me the problem areas, and asked me what I would do first to make sure the deterioration didn't get out of hand. I told her except for the rot in the front entry porch it didn't look to bad. The metal roof was holding up well, and the foundation looked okay. Those were the most important things. The siding and windows weren't bad except for needing caulking and paint. And the rest of it was mostly small things that could be done a little at a time. I opened up my old backpack and Penny saw the tools and immediately protested. 

"Hey, I didn't get you up here to put you to work today," she said. "I just wanted your opinion."

"I know, but as long as I'm here I might as well do a few things," I said with a smile. "I can't resist, it's in my blood." 

She grudgingly agreed. "Okay, but I'm not going to let you work all day."

Penny showed me how to open up a crawl space area under the camp where her father had stored some spare lumber and a ladder, and she brought out some old jars of nails and other fasteners. I knew there wouldn't be any electricity, so I brought a small hand saw and a cordless drill and a few boxes of nails and deck screws. After taking a better look at the problem I got busy trying to stabilize the front porch and steps. Penny was helping me by using her weight on a make-shift lever to pry things into position while I added support and screwed everything into place. Always the lecherous old fool, I was enjoying the occasional look down her t-shirt as she bent over, and just generally admiring her well-toned body. I'm pretty sure she didn't notice, but I did catch her looking at various parts of me with a slightly different look on her face than I was used to seeing. I got the last piece of wood in place, and the porch and steps were much more stable. It was an unusually warm and humid day for the Adirondacks, and by the time we finished we were both sweaty and dirty.

"Enough!" Penny said. "That's all you're doing. We need to enjoy what's left of this beautiful day."

I put up a small fight because I was on a roll, but she was having none of it. 

"Nope, were done," she said forcefully. "We're hot, we're sweaty, and we're done. Put your tools away and we'll cool off in the pond."

Before I could say anything she had gone inside. I put my tools away, and as I went around the side of the camp to close up the crawlspace I heard the porch door slam and I saw her running down to the pond, naked as a newborn. I stood there staring at her, not knowing quite what to do. We obviously liked to flirt a bit, but this was way more than I expected. As she neared the waters edge she turned and yelled.

"Are you coming? It's heaven on a day like this!" 

I could see the biggest smile of the day on her face, and she splashed into the water with a loud giggle. I stood motionless, my heart pounding and my cock quickly growing. With hardly a thought I was leaving my clothes behind and running down the path. The whole thing felt like a dream. I can hardly remember the jog down the path, just the feeling of surprisingly warm water on my body. I went underwater for a moment, and when I came back up Penny was treading water about six feet in front of me. 

"So what do you think," she said with a smile. 

"I think I'm naked in a mountain pond with a beautiful woman. I'm not sure how it happened, but I like it," I said, a big smile spreading across my face.

Her smile grew bigger, and those crooked teeth made my cock grow a little bigger. What is about that mouth of hers that makes me so horny? She moved closer to me, her eyes twinkling in the bright sun. We were both treading water and we inched closer until our bodies touched, and then we kissed. She slid one hand down my stomach and wrapped her fingers around my increasingly hard cock while our tongues danced together. I was almost dizzy with it all happening so fast, and I suddenly had trouble staying afloat.

We laughed and eased toward shore where we could get our feet down, and I pulled her towards me, my stiff cock sliding between her legs. We kissed as our hands roamed each other, and her ass felt beautifully smooth and muscular. I slowly walked her back until her lovely tits were above the water, and I kissed down her chest and sucked a hard nipple in my mouth while my free hand pinched the other. She moaned and let my arms carry more of her weight, obviously enjoying the sensation. I kissed her again, her soft tit still in my hand, and I slid my other hand through the crack of her ass, my fingers sliding across her asshole onto her pussy lips, reaching all the way around her to find her clit. She gasped and shuddered a bit, kissing me harder, her tongue going wild with mine. I slipped two fingers inside her while I gently massaged her pleasure button, and my thumb slithered all around her asshole. Her body trembled and she broke free of our kiss and let out a loud guttural moan that must have scared the birds from the trees. She went limp in my arms with her head thrown back, and she slowly gathered herself up and looked me square in the eye. There was a look of pure pleasure on her face that only comes in the moments after a nice orgasm. She reached down under the warm water and stroked my rock hard cock. 

"Your turn," she said with a wicked smile.

She walked us back into shallower water and got down on her knees. My cock was in her hand and she looked at it and then up at me.

"Where have you been hiding this big beautiful thing?" she asked. "It's not fair that we don't have a clue when you guys are dressed."

She smiled and swallowed me up in that super-sexy mouth of hers. It was an unbelievable sensation, her wet hands on my wet ass, the warm water splashing all around us, my eight throbbing inches buried all the way down her throat. She backed off and started stroking me, half with her hand and half with her mouth, until I could stand no more. A massive orgasm welled up inside me and rocketed out. At the exact moment it overtook me she plunged my cock all the way down her throat and milked me with every muscle in her mouth and throat, pulling my body tight against her with both arms. My knees went weak and I cried out in ecstasy as I fell back into the warm water with a huge splash. The woman knew how to suck a cock, that was for sure.

We laughed hysterically and enjoyed the moment, me lying mostly in the water, and Penny on her knees, her naked wet body glistening in the sun. 

"Wait here," she said when our laughter subsided. "I'll be right back." 

She got up and ran back up to the camp. A few minutes later she returned dragging a thin camping mattress behind her, with two towels in her hand. As I got out of the water she spread the mattress in a small clearing next to the pond. She looked so beautiful, her well toned body glowing with a golden tan and her sun bleached blonde hair still dripping with water. She threw me a towel, dried herself off, rolled herself face down onto the mattress and stuck her ass high in the air.

"What's a girl gotta do to get fucked around here?" she asked with a huge smile on her face.

I threw down my towel, planted my face in her ass and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. 

"God that feels good!" she purred. 

I kept at it until she was making sounds halfway between a laugh and a shriek. By that time my cock was rock hard again and I plunged it into her.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she said, and she started rocking back into me with great enthusiasm. 

It didn't take more than a few moments for me to see she absolutely loved to fuck, and was as good at it as she was at cock sucking. I was pumping into her, balls deep and slapping together with each thrust, with as much speed and force as I could muster. We were at one with the natural world, just two animals in the deep woods, doing as nature intended. 

"Don't stop! . . . Don't stop! . . . Don't stop!" She said over and over, her voice getting deeper and more guttural as the words rolled out. 

I had my hands around her waist and I could feel her body tensing. I could literally feel the orgasm build inside her, and then she went off with a loud scream and it was more than I could take. I came deep inside her, and joined in her shrieking, groaning chorus. She collapsed on her stomach and I went down beside her and held her in my arms, her body still twitching uncontrollably. 

"Fuuuck!" she said softly in a breathy whisper.

"You were right," I said quietly. "This place really is heaven." 

Penny smiled and her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. We didn't speak for a while and just enjoyed the sensation of the warm sun beating down on our bodies. After some time passed she rolled towards me and I rolled onto my back. She kissed me and got up on her knees, then spun around and swung her leg over me, sucked my half hard cock into her mouth, and lowered her pussy to my face. There's nothing like sixty-nine for having a good time with a good lover. It's my favorite position, and she seemed to love it as well. I was hard as a rock again in no time, and she was soon the verge of another orgasm. I could stay in that position forever, but she had other ideas. She sat up, spun around again and sat down on my cock, taking me deep inside her in one plunge. 

"Holy shit I love your cock!" she said, grunting and groaning and making all kinds of wonderful noises.

She bounced up and down for a while, and then leaned forward so I could pump up into her. I responded with some rapid-fire animalistic fucking, and her voice lifted to the heavens once again. She came first and it was a beautiful thing to watch. A sexy blonde animal, out in the wild, as free as the wind.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 02



An interesting request for my services showed up in my mailbox. So far, in my somewhat fledgling business, all my new customers had called me on the phone to request an estimate or make an appointment for me to work for them. This was the first letter I'd received . . .

Dear sir,

I live off the grid in the far north-eastern 

part of the County. If you are willing to work 

this far from the city, please write back to me. 

I have no electric, phone or email.

Thank you,

Jeanie Wills

I was intrigued, and work was a little slow around town, so I wrote back telling her I'd be happy to drive up and see her. I told her my labor rate, gave her a few dates and times to pick from, and after receiving another note from her I was off, driving into a deeply forested area about thirty miles from the city.

I located the mailbox with her name on it and turned onto a rutted dirt driveway. It rose gradually through the dense forest to a large clearing on the top of a hill, with beautiful views in all directions. The Wills homestead looked like it was right out of nineteenth century Appalachia — a small cabin with unstained rough-cut siding, a rusty metal roof, even the doors and windows looked like they were hand made long ago. The cabin was surrounded by homemade fences corralling a shaggy old horse, two goats, and some pigs. There was a small barn, and gardens on either side of the driveway — a massive vegetable garden on one side, and a huge field filled with flowers on the other. Chickens were running around everywhere. They scattered as I drove in.

I parked next to a rusty thirty-year-old pickup truck, and a scraggly looking but friendly cat greeted me as I stepped out of my truck. It was a beautiful sunny day, and the air was perfumed with a mix of flowers and manure. It was strangely intoxicating.

"You must be Steve. I'm Jeanie Wills," I heard a woman's voice behind me say.

Jeanie had emerged from the flower garden with a wheelbarrow piled high weeds. She parked it next to me and extended her hand.

"I see you've met George," she said, looking at the cat rubbing all around my ankles.

Jeanie looked serious, but had a kind looking face, with big ice-blue eyes set off by sun-bleached blonde hair and a dark tan. There were prominent streaks of grey in her long hair, and she had it pulled back behind her ears. She was wearing a halter style top that looked a bit like a bikini, an ankle length skirt, and old sandals. The clothes looked homemade but fit her well, and she was adorned with an interesting looking beaded necklace and silver rings on several on her fingers.

"It's nice to meet you Jeanie," I said as I shook her strong hand.

"Well it's awfully nice to meet you too. I've had a heck of a time gettin' anybody to come out here to work for me," she said. I detected a down-state accent, or maybe New Jersey. "Ever since my arm started acting up, I've had trouble doing everything around here," she said, holding up her bandaged left wrist. "I hired a couple different local guys to do a few things, but they turned out to be dumb rednecks, just tryin' to get in my pants the whole time they were here. If they were good lookin' I wouldn't have minded so much, but...they weren't." She laughed, and it lit up her tired face.

"Well, I'll be glad to help you out with whatever I can," I said. "Work around town's kinda slow at the moment, so this is a nice change of pace."

"I don't want to waste too much of your time, so let's get right to it," she said.

Jeanie brought me into her cozy home and showed me some plumbing issues. She had a solar heated rainwater collection system piped into the kitchen and bathroom, and she had some leaks and the drains had never worked properly, due to some venting issues. She also mentioned a problem with the big gate on the horse corral that was to much for her to handle by herself. As I worked she helped me out and chatted.

"I sent out letters to every handyman in the city phonebook, and you're the only one who responded," she said. "I'm awful glad you did . . . my wrist has been acting up for months and I finally had surgery on it three weeks ago. It's been rough keeping up with the old place. I just need another set of hands once in a while. I wish I could find a local kid to help out, but the young one's parents think I'm a sex crazed hippie, and the older ones are all goin' to college these days."

"So are you?" I asked.

"What...a sex crazed hippie?" she laughed. "I used to be, I guess. Long time ago though."

She proceeded to tell me the story of how she ended up there, on that beautiful hilltop in the middle of nowhere. She grew up on Long Island, within sight of Manhattan, and went to art school at Syracuse. She was already a Dead Head before she got there, and hooked up with a boyfriend who was into the same scene. When she turned 21 she inherited a bunch of money and the two of them followed the band for a few years. Eventually they decided to try their hand at homesteading and somehow found this land. That was twenty-five years ago, which would put her in her mid-forties I guess. She didn't look it — except for the smile lines on her face and the streaks of grey in her hair she looked more like mid-thirties. About five years ago her man died of lung cancer. Probably smoked too much reefer, she said sadly. These days she sells vegetables and eggs and flowers at the farmers market, and still has some investments that keep her going.

"So I think you skipped over the sex crazed part," I said with a wink.

"Ah, so you're one of them detail oriented guys, huh?" she laughed. "Okay, well, let's see. A bunch of our friends lived here with us in tents when we were building the cabin and the barn. Lets just say it was a bit of a 'free love' situation that summer, and I guess word got out to the locals. Oh, and I worked my way through college as a dancer. That club on the North side. It was still there last time I looked."

"Yup, it's still there. Pretty nice place compared to some of 'em," I said.

"It sounds like you're a connoisseur of the naked arts," she said with a grin.

"Let's just say I appreciate the female form, in all stages of dress," I said.

"Or undress," she added, and we laughed.

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I spent a few hours troubleshooting the plumbing system and fixing leaks. In order to reconfigure the drain venting I would need more supplies, but I was glad I would need to return — Jeanie had quickly captivated me with her glowing back-to-the-earth personality and lifestyle.

"You'll stay for supper won't you?" Jeanie asked as I worked on the big gate outside. "I love having company at my table, and it doesn't happen very often."

"I'd love too," I said with a smile.

Jeanie went to work in the kitchen while I fixed the gate. After I finished up and put the last of the tools away in my truck I went into the cabin and saw the wonderful spread of food Jeanie had laid out on the table — fresh cheeses, sun-dried tomatoes, hard-boiled eggs, cured meats, a homemade loaf of bread, a bottle of wine, and the most beautiful bowl of salad I've ever seen, fresh from the garden.

Jeanie was nowhere to be seen. I heard the sound of water running outside the kitchen window, and walked over to have a look. I expected to see Jeanie giving water to the animals or something like that, but instead I was greeted with the sight of Jeanie taking a shower in a small outdoor enclosure, a few steps from the back door.

The enclosure, if you could call it that, was thin, rough-cut strips of wood, with a gap of at least an inch or two between each of them. The space was well lit in the late afternoon sun, and Jeanie was quite visible. It was just a quick soap-up and rinse, no more than two or three minutes, and I stood transfixed for every second of it. 

Jeanie was petite but well toned and muscular. Her tits were particularly lovely for a woman her age, her physical fitness seemed to be holding gravity at bay. As she washed herself I could clearly see that she was a 'natural' woman, with blonde hair on her armpits, a prominent blonde bush, and soft hair on her legs. As she shut the water off I retreated from the window, hoping she hadn't seen me. As she entered the back kitchen door, wrapped in a big towel, I pretended to be just entering from the front.

"It's such a sticky day, a shower feels wonderful," she said, her eyes twinkling. She had a little smirk and I had a feeling she knew I had been watching. "Help yourself if you'd like. There's a fresh towel out there."

She wouldn't have had such a mischievous look on her face if she hadn't seen me watching, I thought, and I was delighted with were the day seemed to be taking us.

"Oh, that'd feel great right about now," I said, "and that food you put out looks fantastic."

Jeanie went into her bedroom to dress, and I went out to the shower. Her bedroom window was next to the kitchen one I had been looking out of, and I could easily see in as she dropped her towel and stepped into a summer dress and fastened up the front. She was facing sideways, but I'm sure she could see me in her peripheral vision.

I've always found it a turn-on to be watched, and from the look of things Jeanie did too. Not too surprising I guess, since she worked her way through school as a stripper. I played my part in our little courtship dance, and undressed on the little patio next to the shower before stepping in. The warm water felt wonderful, and I soaped up facing the house. I couldn't see Jeanie in either of the windows, but I was pretty sure she was watching. It was quite a turn-on, and I had a half a hard-on when I dried off and got dressed.

When I went back into the cabin Jeanie had music playing. She had a twelve volt electric system, with a solar panel on the roof, and the sound of Dizzy Gillespie's trumpet was drifting through the warm evening air.

"So do you still listen to the Dead?" I said, admiring the simple homemade sun dress Jeanie was wearing. It was pale yellow, had narrow straps over her shoulders to hold it up, and had six simple cloth ties holding it closed, from the waist to the scoop neck. It wasn't exactly 'closed' though — the ties were done loosely, and her deeply tanned skin showed through the gaps, which got progressively wider towards the top. There was no bra, and her ample bosom was cradled beautifully by the soft fabric. The dress fell to just above her knees, and she was barefoot. She looked sexy as hell.

"Sometimes it's too sad for me if I'm alone, but I do listen to them on special occasions," she said as she poured some wine. "We can put some on if you'd like."

"Maybe later. Dizzy sounds good right now," I said. A beautiful smile bloomed on Jeanie's face. She was glad, I think, to hear there was going to be a 'later.'

"Have a seat," she said. "You must be hungry."

I was tempted to stare at her beautiful tits and say, "I've never been hungrier," but I didn't want to lay it on too thick. I sat down and Jeanie served the salad into wooden bowls. As she passed me mine she bent forward and her tits strained against the loosely tied dress. She stayed in that position as she cut thick slices of bread with a big serrated knife, and I got another half a hard-on from the sensual display. She looked up at me with her luminous ice-blue eyes as she was cutting, smiled at my facial expression, and resumed her work.

All the food was fresh and delicious and we ate, drank wine and talked for two hours or more. She wanted to hear everything about my life, and I wanted to hear everything about hers.

"So tell me about your customers. Lot's of lonely older women I'm guessing," she said.

"Yeah, you're right," I said. "I'm wondering why you would think that though."

"Well," she said, "you're the kind of guy that makes us feel good about ourselves. You've got a very special way about you. Handsome and sexy but . . . no pressure. Confident, calm . . . flirty but not too much. And you're not hung up about age. A girl can tell," she smiled. "Word's probably spreading like wildfire amongst all the lonely female homeowners in town," she laughed.

"Hmm, I don't know about all that, but thanks for the compliments." I said, blushing a little.

"So how many of their beds do you end up in," she asked with a smirk, her bright eyes drilling into mine.

"A few," I said, smiling and staring deep into her eyes.

"I hope you're gonna end up in mine tonight," she said, her smirk turning into a hopeful smile.

"Oh there's been no question of that since I saw you in the shower," I said.

"You naughty man, you aren't supposed to watch a girl without her knowing," she said with her best innocent look.

"Well I guess we're both naughty then," I said, hoping I could trap her into admitting she had watched me. She blushed and looked down at the table with her cute little smirk, giving me my answer.

"I don't have any after dinner cigars," she said, breaking the sexual tension, "but I do have this..." She opened a beautiful small wooden box on the shelf next to her chair and pulled out a fat joint. "Care to partake?"

"Of course! I mean I don't even think it's legal to make passionate love to a sex-crazed hippie girl without being high, is it?" I said, and Jeanie laughed.

She lit it up and handed it to me, put the Dead's 'American Beauty' CD in the little player next to her, and then she made her way around the room lighting candles. The sunlight had faded as we talked, and it was nearly dark outside. As she moved from candle to candle, her happiness was palpable, and she danced her way around the room. Even without the big puff of reefer I had just taken it would have been an intoxicating scene to watch, but with that good smoke tickling my brain cells it was one of the most magical moments of my life.

The room was lit by about thirty flickering candles as she danced her way back to the table to the strains of 'Friend Of The Devil.' I stood and she melted into my arms. Our lips met and high-voltage electricity flowed between our bodies, our mouths and our tongues.

"Wow!" Jeanie said in a quiet breathy voice, and we started a slow, grinding dance. 

We each took a few more hits off the fat joint as we danced, and we were flying high. As 'Sugar Magnolia' came on she pushed off of my chest and started dancing on her own, eyes closed. I sat down on the couch to admire her, and she opened her eyes and started a slow striptease for me, opening her dress's cloth ties one at a time as she danced. Eventually the dress was wide open down to her belly button, but her nipples were still covered with the pale yellow fabric. She smiled and giggled at the look of lust on my face, and she turned and pulled the hem of the dress up, shaking her naked ass at me. She turned back towards me, put one arm across her tits to hold the dress in place, slipped off the shoulder straps, and with her best sexy stripper move slowly revealed her lovely tits and dropped the little dress to the floor. It was my first unobstructed look at her in all her radiant glory. The song ended and she started laughing as she walked over to me.

"God that was fun!" she said, still laughing. "I used to dance to that song at the club when I was nineteen. I had a matching tie-died halter top and g-string, super short cut-off jean shorts with fringe, and cowboy boots. Sugar was my stage name," she giggled.

She was sitting naked on my lap, and when her giggling subsided she looked into my lusty eyes and kissed me hard. My hands roamed all over her small body, and she moaned into my mouth.

"God, it's been so long since I've been with someone. Prepare yourself, I might hurt you," she said with a wicked smile. "Stand up," she commanded.

I stood and pulled my shirt off while Jeanie unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, taking my boxers with them.

"Mmm, looks even more delicious up close," she said, as she wrapped her hand around my nearly full length shaft.

"You naughty girl, it's not polite to watch a boy in the shower," I said, as she took my throbbing cock into her warm mouth. "Oh god Jeanie," I moaned, as she sucked me in deep.

She was hungry, and sucked me off with great passion. The overall eroticism of the evening had me at the brink in no time, and I shot a massive quantity of cum into her mouth. There was a look of pure pleasure on her face as my body spasmed. 

"I'd almost forgotten how good it tastes," she said, licking her lips with a cum covered tongue.

I pulled off my work boots and jeans, and Jeanie stood and led me into the small bedroom. It was almost like a pullman berth, except you could walk into it. A double mattress was on a wooden platform, surrounded on three sides by built-in bookshelves that were full of books, magazines, and nicknacks. There was a doorless closet across from the bed, full of homemade clothes.

I took my position on the bed while Jeanie lit a few candles, and then she crawled in and straddled me, rolling me flat my back.

"It's so nice to have a man in my bed again," she said, and she lowered her head to mine and kissed me.

I filled my hands with her lovely tits, and she leaned forward so I could take them in my mouth. Her nipples were hard and very sensitive, her tits milky white and quite a contrast to the deeply tanned skin surrounding them. As I teased her nipples with my teeth I slipped a hand down her belly and through her thick blonde bush. Her pussy was juicy wet, and all it took was a light brush of her clit and two fingers slipping into her to make her cum. I sucked hard on her tit as her lithe body tensed and spasmed, and a long deep moan vibrated out of her open mouth.

She kissed me hard, nearly sucking the tongue out of my mouth, and sat up and lowered herself on my rock hard shaft. I lay still and she raised and lowered herself with her muscular thighs, and whimpered with delight as more and more of me filled her.

"God you feel good," she whispered, looking me in the eye. "So fuckin' big...it's been forever since I've felt a big one."

"Fuck!" she yelped, as I made my first solid thrust up into her. She lowered her head to mine and kissed me as I pumped up into her, a nice slow pace with long, full strokes.

"Oh Jesus!" she whispered quietly in my ear. She was breathing hard, and pushed herself up and locked her elbows. Her pendulous tits were swaying with each slow thrust of my cock and her eyes got big and wild.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed quietly, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she trembled and spasmed again, this time for twice as long.

Her muscles relaxed, and she melted down on top of me, my cock still deep inside her.

"Wow!" she said quietly. "I can't even begin to tell you where you just took me. So slow and gentle, I love it like that." She breathed hard a few times, and then she whispered in my ear, "But I like it hard and nasty too. You wanna fuck me hard Steve? Make me beg for mercy?"

I flipped her off of me and she giggled as pulled her ass into the air. I moved behind her and her giggling turned to a shriek as I rammed my full length into her hot wet depths. In just a few seconds our bodies were slapping together as I fucked her hard. I was moaning and she was crying out.

"Yes! Yes! Oh Fuck! Fuck me Steve! God yes!" she cried.

My hips were a blur as I fucked her with everything I had. I reached under her and found the pleasure button in her thick bush and she screamed. Her body tensed and trembled again, the third of many orgasms she would have that night, and I came with a loud, long yell, my cock exploding like a stick of dynamite in her white hot tunnel. "Fire in the hole!" I would have yelled if I'd had my wits about me.

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Needless to say, I spent the rest of the night making love to sweet Jeanie, and many more nights since then. Each time we're awakened at the crack of dawn by her roosters, and I help her tend the animals before driving back to the city. I tried to set her up with a cheap no-contract cell phone, just to use with me and for emergency's, but she won't hear of it. "The old ways are the best," she says. "A hard cock and a wet pussy. Nothin' newfangled needed." Who am I to argue with that? 



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 03



It had been a few weeks since that wonderful day at Penny's camp, and I had been busy with work. I thought I might run into her at a big music festival in town, and sure enough she was there. When we saw each other at a distance there was a big smile and a wave. I was just arriving alone, and she was with the gang of friends I was looking for. I made my way over and said hello to everyone, and gave Penny and her friend Mary a friendly hug, lingering a bit longer and squeezing a bit tighter with Penny. 

"Hi sexy," I whispered in her ear."

"Hi Mr. Handyman," she said with a smile, and she winked at me.

A friend handed me a cold beer and I took a moment to admire Penny and Mary. It was a warm day and they both looked sexy as hell. Penny had on a low cut t-shirt with no bra, and a very thin wrap around skirt that you could see right through when the light was right. Mary wore skin tight long white shorts and a low cut t-shirt type of thing with a couple of buttons on the front, one open, the other buttoned but straining at the pressure of her ample bosom. I smiled after looking them over.

"You ladies look dangerous today," I said.

The music was great, and we all had a fine time. The festival was the kick-off to a long holiday weekend, and everyone was talking about their plans for the next few days. I was the only one who didn't have much to do. I was just planning on puttering around the house and relaxing after a busy few weeks of work. 

When the music wound down and we were all leaving, Penny took me aside.

"My car's all packed and I'm heading up to the camp. I'd love to have you join me," she said, and she gave my ass a little squeeze. "You know where to find me," she said with a wink and a smile.

Everybody went their separate ways and I went home. Of course I couldn't get Penny out of my mind, and before I knew it I was throwing some clothes in a small duffel bag and gathering together some tools. I was quickly in my truck, heading north. 

It was dusk when I got to the long dirt road, and by the time I got to the parking spot for the camp it was getting dark fast. The big surprise though, was that there were two cars there. I had expected penny to be alone. I recognized Penny's car, but not the other one, so I sat for a few moments to think. Maybe she found another guy to join her because she didn't think I was coming? It was a long drive up there, and leaving without checking things out seemed silly, so I decided to make my way quietly down the very dark path to try and see what was going on. 

As I approached the camp I heard laughter. It sounded like two women, and then through the trees I could see Penny and Mary talking on the screened porch, lit by candlelight. Just then I caught my foot on a branch and fell in the dark and hit my head on a fallen log. I was lucky it wasn't a rock or I would have been in real trouble. I was dazed and my head hurt and the next thing I knew the two girls were standing over me with a flashlight, asking if I was all right. 

"I think I'm all right," I said, slightly confused. 

They got me up and walked me inside and flopped me down on the old brass bed. 

"Are you sure you're all right?" Penny asked. "You seem a little fuzzy."

"I think I'll be fine. My head hurts a little." 

Mary poured some tequila in a small glass and handed it to me. "Don't drink it all, just sip on it," she said. 

I did as she instructed. I think they could sense that I was a little uncomfortable with finding them both there. 

"We were hoping you'd show up," Penny said.

"Penny told me about how you helped her last month," Mary added. "I thought maybe the three of us could do even more this time." 

She had a twinkle in her eye and the way she said it made my heart race. I took another sip of tequila. By that time it was ten o'clock, and it had been a long day, what with the music festival, the drinking in the sun all day, the two-and-a-half hour drive, the whack on the head, and now the tequila. The soft, comfortable bed was the last straw and I must have looked worn out.

"I think we could all use some sleep," Penny said. "It's gonna be a beautiful day tomorrow." 

She threw a blanket over me, gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead, picked up the kerosene lamp and she and Mary headed out onto the screened porch. I could hear them whispering and a few giggles, and then I heard them open up the sleeper sofa and some rustling of sheets and blankets and clothing. It took a few moments for it to register in my thick head that, hey, they were sleeping together! Now this was interesting! The sudden rush of blood to my cock was just what I needed to keep me from dozing off, and I listened intently. I could just barely make out a few things they were saying. 

"Do you think he's all right with me being here?" Mary said. "I think it took him by surprise."

"He'll be fine with it," Penny said. "In fact he'll love it, especially after he gets a look at these gorgeous tits of yours tomorrow." 

They dimmed the kerosene light, I heard some more rustling, and Mary quietly said, "Make me cum baby," and then there was soft muffled moaning.

Wow! I was stunned! I never suspected anything like this between the two of them. Were they both into guys too? Obviously Penny was, but what about Mary? Was this going to turn into the three way of my dreams? I didn't know quite what to think. Even though I would have liked to, I couldn't muster up the courage to walk in there with my hard cock in my hand and join in. I didn't want to spoil everything by being a jerk, so I just laid there and listened to the soft sounds of two beautiful women making love, and I drifted of to sleep.

I woke to sunlight streaming into the window next to my bed. It took me a moment to orient myself, and I rubbed my eyes. I could feel the bump on my head against the pillow, and I started to remember everything that had happened the night before. Just about the time I got to the memory of the two girls making love last night I heard laughter through the window, off in the distance, down by the pond. 

I got up and rinsed my mouth out with some left over tequila and a bottle of water, and walked over to the window. What I saw was mesmerizing. 

Sexy Mary was walking slowly up the path from the pond. She was completely nude, and looked stunning in the soft morning light. She had a small towel in her hand and was walking very slowly, working on drying her curly red hair. Her big tits swayed gently with each step she took, and when she paused to towel off her hair they jiggled. The whole thing seemed to be happening in slow-motion, and it was spectacular. 

She got two-thirds of the way up to the camp and I heard Penny call out to her from the pond. Mary turned toward her, revealing her perfect milky white ass to me. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Penny said something else to her and Mary quickly turned her head back toward me, looking over her shoulder. A wicked smile crossed her face, and she turned her body back toward me, looking directly into the window at me. I was busted. She knew I was watching. She very casually resumed her walk and went through the door into the screened porch. My heart was pounding and my cock was hard, but at least I was dressed and I tried to act casual.

A few minutes later she emerged into the main room, dressed in skimpy skin tight 'boy shorts' underpants and a tiny little cut off t-shirt baring her midriff that said JUST DO IT across the front. Her tits jiggled with every slight movement she made, and her hard nipples protruded against the fabric. 

"Hi there," she said with a smile, acting like nothing had happened. 

I tried to act natural, and half stammered out "Good morning."

I could see through the window that Penny was now making her way up the path in a very similar way to Mary, also naked and drying her hair. Penny looked stunning as well, her tanned athletic body glistening in the sunlight. Mary and I watched silently, me not knowing quite what to say. Mary broke the silence.

"As you can see it's a bit of a nudist camp around here. You should jump in the pond, it's a wonderful way to wake up." And then she added, "No clothes allowed on the walk back and forth though. And obviously none in the pond." She smiled and winked one of her twinkling green eyes.

After a few minutes Penny entered from the porch, now dressed in a similar short white t-shirt, but with white cotton bikini panties. She looked radiant. They both did actually, like they had a very fulfilling night, the memory of which I was just then running over in my head. I was fascinated by the fact that they were lovers, and I was there in the middle of it. The thoughts rattling around in my brain made my cock swell. 

"How's your head sweetie," Penny asked, snapping my brain to attention. "We were worried about you." 

"Oh, no big deal I guess" I said. "I sort of forgot about it, what with all the beautiful scenery around here this morning to take my mind off it." 

"She is hot, isn't she?" Penny said, looking at Mary. 

"You both are," I said. "I guess this place really is heaven after all."

Penny broke into a huge smile and took my hand and led me out onto the front steps. She turned me around and there, above the door, was a new hand painted sign — CAMP HEAVEN. We both laughed and fell into each others arms, and I kissed her.

Mary was making coffee on the little gas camp stove and started frying some bacon. 

"Why don't you go for a quick swim while we're cooking," Penny said.

"Don't forget the rules," Mary quickly added.

I smiled, walked over to the bed with my back to them, and proceeded to undress. They were silent and I could feel their eyes on me as I removed the last of my clothes and turned toward them. My cock was half hard, and Mary looked at it with a growing smile and bacon tongs in her hand.

"Now that makes me hungry," she said.

"Yes-siree!" Penny said, and they both giggled.

I was getting harder by the second, so I quickly turned away, walked out the porch door and casually made my way down the path. I didn't look back but I could feel them watching me. I guess all those years of working out and staying trim were finally paying off. On the walk down I realized that Mary's comment told me once and for all that she's definitely into guys too. It looked like the weekend was turning into something special.

After my swim the girls stood in the window and watched me approach, the same as I had done with them. I pulled on my clothes and we had a nice rustic breakfast, and after we cleaned up I walked out to my truck to get my duffel bag and tools. When I got back I went right to work fixing a door that didn't close right. Penny tried to get me to stop, saying she didn't want the weekend to be about work, so I promised I would just do a few things. 

"I've got an idea," Mary said. "Maybe if we're all naked he won't be able to keep his mind on working all day." 

"I think you're onto somethin' sweetheart," Penny said, and they both quickly stripped. 

They weren't wearing much to begin with so it happened unbelievably quickly, and I was left slack jawed. Those beautiful naked bodies that I had watched through the window were now just a few feet away, and the girls were both giggling at my look of amazement. Two more attractive goddesses I've never seen in my life. 

"Good Lord!" I said, shaking my head.

They walked towards me, and Penny pulled my shirt off while Mary dropped my shorts and pulled my undershorts down around my ankles. 

"There," Mary said. "Now you can do your work." 

They giggled hysterically and went back to cleaning up the dishes. I stood there for a moment admiring their naked asses, and then pulled my shorts over my boots and got back to work. I happened to have my tool belt with me this time, so I strapped it on, like some kind of porn-star handyman. I turned towards the girls, my cock half hard again. 

Penny looked me over and moaned a little. "Oh honey, you have no idea what you're doing to us," she said.

They both stood silently and watched me as I went back to work on the door. My cock stayed half hard all the while, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the feeling of their eyes on me.

I finished the door, and moved on to the kitchen cupboard doors, which weren't latching properly. While I did that the girls went into a general cleaning routine, sprucing the whole place up. At one point, after working her way around the room, Penny was cleaning the floor near me. She was on all fours, facing away from me, and her naked ass and pussy were begging for attention. It was more than I could take. My cock was fully erect and Mary was outside shaking out some rugs, so I quietly dropped my tool belt and snuck up behind Penny. In one smooth motion I wrapped one arm around her belly and slipped my cock into her sweet juicy pussy. 

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed. "Holy shit that feels good!"

She was quickly breathless and I was fucking her with a nice rhythm when I felt Mary behind me. She reached one arm around my belly and her other hand went down my ass searching between the crack for my fast moving balls. She found what she was looking for and the sensation put me over the edge. I screamed out in ecstasy as I came hard. Penny looked back over her shoulder at the two of us and she quickly went off with one of those wonderful quivering orgasms I remembered from the last time we were together. It was beautiful. Mary still had her arm around my waist and my balls in her hand, and I turned my head to her and we kissed passionately, my cock still pumping slowly into Penny.

As Penny and I slowly came down from our orgasmic high Mary said, "Somebody needs to make me cum." 

Penny and I both got up, took Mary by the hand and laid her down on the old brass bed. Penny laid beside her and kissed her, her hand roaming over Mary's luscious creamy white tits. I seized the opportunity and buried my face between Mary's milky white thighs, kissing my way to her pussy lips. She had a beautifully puffy pussy, pretty as a picture, with some well trimmed soft red hair above it, and she was already dripping wet. I licked around her ass hole and she let out some short, sharp moans as her body twitched and stiffened. Penny was sucking on her hard pink nipples and Mary was in ecstasy, making all kinds of wonderful noises. 

I gave her clit my best tongue lashing, and I could feel her climax building. She went off with all kinds of noises I've never heard before, really amazingly sexy. From the way she responded to everything it was easy to see she was one of the most sexual creatures I'd ever come across. She was also one of the most beautiful, and I couldn't wait any longer to fuck her. I stood and lifted her legs up on my shoulders and buried my eight inches to the hilt. I pulled slowly out, and then thrust back in again balls deep with a long low grunt. Her pussy turned my brain to mush. Mary grunted and hissed through clenched teeth as I deeply and slowly fucked her. 

"Penny . . . told me . . . how your . . . Ohhh! . . . how your big cock felt . . . she wasn't lying," she grunted out as I fucked her. There was fire in her eyes.

I picked up the pace and fucked her hard and deep. She felt amazing and looked even better. Penny sucked on her hard nipples and played with her tits, sending her even higher on her orgasmic journey.

She screamed out "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YEEESSS!!!" as I pummeled that gorgeous pussy. 

Penny was mostly a spectator as Mary came, gently caressing Mary's gorgeous tits, and watching with a look of awe on her face as her best friend reached new sexual heights. Mary's screams were ear piercing. I closed my eyes, threw back my head and gave it my all. She came violently, literally thrashing all over the bed. It was visceral and almost otherworldly as I came with loud yells of my own, my cock pumping and throbbing deep inside her.

Penny kissed Mary softly to help bring her back down to earth, and I collapsed on the bed next to them, completely spent. Penny started laughing a little and said, "That's gonna to be a tough act to follow...but we'll try..."



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 04



The time I spent with Penny, Mary and Jayne really opened my eyes. I hadn't realized how powerfully sexual a more mature woman could be. I was thirty, so not exactly a spring chicken, but for the last decade or so I had always dated younger women. Penny and Mary were probably twelve years older than me, and Jayne was a few years beyond that. I was starting to look differently at my older women customers, often seeing a twinkle in their eye as they looked me over, and I found myself flirting with them quite often. The vast majority of any handyman's customers are older women, so there was lots of opportunity to flirt. I was very careful to not overdo it, but it did occasionally blossom into something wonderful.

I got a call from a woman who wanted me to install a new shower in her bathroom. It was a big house in an expensive part of town. When I drove into the large circular driveway she greeted me on the front steps. 

She was a strikingly beautiful olive skinned woman, of Italian descent. She had a very short 'pixie' haircut, jet black with salt and pepper flecks of grey. It was obviously an expensive haircut, and it looked wonderful on her, setting off lovely dark eyes that were made up with that slightly cat-like look Sofia Loren used to have. She was petite, and very curvaceous, and looked like a cross between Sofia Loren and Elizabeth Taylor when they were in their prime. She had on a casual summer dress, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage, a dark green apron with white flour stains on it, and simple white sandals. As I approached I could smell the aroma of fresh baked bread wafting out the open door.

"Hi Steve, it's so nice to meet you. I'm Christine," she said with a smile. 

We exchanged pleasantries as she walked me in, she removed her apron, and then she led me up the large staircase, her thin summer dress swishing across her lovely ass as we ascended. She brought me through the master bedroom into a large private bathroom, and told me about the shower that she wanted, one with lots of nozzles in the walls and ceiling, so water came at you from all directions. 

It was a pretty big project and took me a full week. Christine was a delightful customer, and she fed me a fantastic lunch every day, wonderful food, cooked with skill. During our lunches she told me about her life. 

She married young, her husband made it big in the software business, and these days she didn't see him much. Sounded like he was a real workaholic. It seemed a shame to me, as she was so lovely and seemed lonely in that big house all by herself. I couldn't imagine a sane man wanting to spend much time away from Christine. 

Despite her obvious loneliness, I never really flirted with her. It didn't seem appropriate for some reason, and I never like to push that kind of thing anyway. I was certainly tempted though, especially one particular morning. As I passed through the bedroom I saw a lacy red bra and panties on the bed, and a little black cocktail dress draped over a chair. They were gone when I walked back through an hour later.

On the last day of the job there were a lot of final adjustments to make. Christine was much shorter than me, very petite, and I needed her to help with setting up the spray pattern of all the water nozzles so they would suit her. I called her in to have a look. 

"So," I said, "ideally you'd be in there and adjust them yourself, with the water on. You'll need this wrench, I can show you what to do, and I'll leave you the instruction book. It's really not that hard." 

She looked like she wasn't very happy with that idea. I thought for a moment and said, "I suppose, if you have a swim suit I could make the adjustments for you right now. Either way would work, it's up to you." 

She thought for a quick moment and nodded. "Okay . . . I guess . . . yes . . . give me a minute," she said hesitantly, and then she turned and walked out. 

I was a bit surprised, both that I had the nerve to suggest the idea, and that she had agreed. 

Christine was an eyeful when she walked back in. It was all I could do to not say 'wow'. I tried to keep things professional, but I know my face gave me away, and she looked pleased with my reaction. She was wearing a very expensive looking pure white one piece swim suit which fit her perfectly and accentuated every luscious curve of her petite body. The white color against her olive skin was really something. 

I stammered out something like, "Okay . . . well . . . let's give it a try," and I turned on the water. It was a big walk-in sized shower with glass doors, and it quickly steamed up with hot water. 

"Why don't you get in and I'll see if I can move some of these nozzles around," I said.

She got in and I reached in as best I could with the wrench to make an adjustment. Things were going fairly well, but my clothes were getting pretty wet. 

"You'd better take off some of those clothes or you'll be soaked right through," Christine said. "Are you wearing shorts under those pants? I can get you one of my husbands swimsuits if you'd like."

"No, I'll be fine," I said, and I closed the glass door and started to strip down to my boxers, not really thinking about what I was doing.

As I quickly removed my shoes and pants I realized I had on some pretty thin boxer shorts, just wispy thin silk, and they were a bit small on me too. I hadn't expected to be wearing them in public. I took a deep breath, opened the shower door and stepped in to the steamy warm water, closing the door behind me. 

The situation suddenly seemed extremely intimate, but Christine seemed very cool and calm, and there was more than enough room for the two of us, so I went back to my adjustments. We had nozzles hitting her from every direction, and I turned my attention to the big overhead 'waterfall' nozzle to make sure she liked that. 

"This is the last one," I said.

She looked gorgeous with the water flowing down her body, and my cock was half hard and very noticeable through the soaking wet fabric of my boxer shorts.

I was looking up and had my hands over my head tightening the waterfall nozzle when I suddenly felt my shorts being pulled down to my ankles in one quick motion. I looked down just as Christine took my half stiff cock in her small hand, wrapping her fingers around it. She was on her knees, just staring at it and stroking it gently. In a matter of seconds I was at my full eight inches, hard as a rock and throbbing, just inches from her face. 

Neither of us said a word. Christine never looked away from my cock, and never looked me in the eye. She just went about a very calm, slow hand-job, stroking my cock with both her hands. The hot water cascading down over us was lubricating things, and it felt heavenly. I leaned back against the wall, clutching a grab-bar behind me with my hands. She kept up the slow stroking, occasionally fondling my balls and running one hand under and up the crack of my ass, but always stroking my throbbing shaft with the other, her face just inches away. The whole scene was unbelievably erotic, and the combination of all the senses was too much for me. I came with gushing force onto her forehead and her cheek, the warm water washing it away as soon as it landed. I let out a deep guttural groan as I came, she audibly gasped a little as my shot hit her, and she smiled, always looking at my cock, never my eyes. 

She continued to stroke me slowly until I wilted a bit, and then she reached down and pulled up my sopping wet boxer shorts and tucked my still throbbing half-hard cock into them. She slowly stood up until her head was out of the spray and kissed me softly on the lips.

"You're wonderful Steve," she said. "I love my new shower." 

With that she opened the shower door and stepped out, closing the door behind her. Through the steamy glass I could see her towel off and leave the room.

After my head stopped spinning I got dressed and gathered my tools. I made a few final checks on things, went downstairs and left my tools by the door. I could smell some delicious aromas coming from the kitchen. Christine had one of her wonderful lunches laid out on the table.

"I'm going to miss having you around the house every day," she said as I walked in. "Especially these lunches."

"I'm going to miss everything about this job." I said. "You're a wonderful woman Christine." 

"Oh you'll be back. There's a lot more to do around here," she said. The corners of her mouth curled up seductively, and her eyes twinkled. "You know, we've got a ski lodge up near Lake Placid. There's always work to do up there. Do you ever work as far away as the Adirondacks?" 

I laughed and said, "I love it up there. I was just there last weekend, at a friend's place near Long Lake. I did quite a few things for her." 

Christine looked at me quizzically, like she had an inkling of what I really meant. 

"Great," she said, "I'll call you next week and we'll set something up."

I drove home with my head spinning, thinking about what might be yet to come with the gorgeous Christine.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 05



The following week the phone rang and it was Christine. I was delighted to hear her voice, as I had been thinking about her quite a bit. She asked me about my schedule, and said since Lake Placid is over three hours away I was welcome to stay in their guest cottage while I worked. It sounded like a great set-up to me, as it would definitely save me time and money. We agreed to meet there the following Monday to go over some projects she wanted to have done. She thought it would be best if I could be there for the whole week, so I rearranged some other appointments and cleared my schedule.

I drove up in beautiful sunshine and found the place without too much trouble. To say it was impressive would be an understatement. It was a beautiful old Tudor style lodge, with a huge wrap around porch and spectacular mountain views. Off to the side, almost swallowed up by large hemlock trees, was a carriage house style garage with guest quarters above. There was a silver Mercedes SL convertible in the driveway, and Christine walked down the wide steps off the porch as I got out of my truck. 

"Steve," she said, "I'm so glad you found me. Were the directions okay?" 

"Perfect," I said. "So this is this place. I love it!" 

"Unfortunately we don't use it much," she said with a sad smile. "I absolutely love it here but my husband's just so busy. We get up here to ski a few times in the winter but that's about it. I should just come up on my own more often, but it's a pretty lonely old place when I'm by myself." 

"Yeah, I can see why you'd feel that way," I said. "It's pretty secluded here."

"We've got over 900 acres, so there's nobody around for miles. That's what I love about it though. I'm a very private person. You'll see more of it later, maybe we'll go for a hike this evening after dinner." 

She smiled, a happier smile this time, and I suddenly realized she was planning on spending the night. 

"Grab your things and I'll show you your quarters," she said, and she turned and walked towards the carriage house. 

She had a wonderful wiggle in her walk that I had a hard time looking away from, but I forced myself and grabbed my duffel bag. I still didn't know what the arrangement was for the week, so I broached that subject as I entered the guest house. 

"Is you husband here with you?" I asked. 

"Oh God no," she said. "He'd never tear himself away from his work to come up here during the week. No, I'm afraid it's just going to be you and me, if that's all right with you. I told him I'd be back Friday evening for a cocktail party he wants to drag me to. I swear he just wants to have me around to show off as some kind of trophy wife or something. It's hilarious when you consider my age."

She emphasized the words 'my age,' and looked somewhat deflated. 

"Do you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" I said, looking her square in the eye.

"Oh Steve," she said, her eyes getting misty, "I wish I was younger and had met you under different circumstances. I could fall for you so easily." 

She sniffled, wiped away a small tear, and I kissed her on the forehead and held her in my arms. After a few moments she gave me a peck on the cheek and straightened herself up. 

"Come on, let me show you the old place," she said.

Christine's mood improved dramatically as she showed me around. The main house was spectacular. It was a real work of art as far as craftsmanship goes, and she was very proud to show it off to me, especially as she knew I could appreciate all the nice woodworking details. As we walked around she showed me a few projects she wanted me to do, but it really didn't amount to much. 

"You know," I said, "I'm only seeing about four or five hours of work here. I'll be done with that tomorrow."

"Good," she said, "I was hoping it would work out that way. Then we can enjoy the rest of the week without anything to do." She paused a moment an added, "Is that too presumptuous of me? We can leave when you finish tomorrow if you'd rather."

"Are you kidding? You couldn't drag me away," I said, looking deep into her eyes. Her face was glowing, and her smile lovely. I took her hand and we went out onto a balcony overlooking a vast wild valley, with a range of mountains off in the distance.

We spent the rest of the day setting up outdoor furniture and opening curtains and windows, bringing the old place back to life. Eventually we made our way to the third floor. I thought it was just going to be an attic space, but when Christine started to open up the shutters I realized it was a wonderful sleeping porch, screened-in around almost the entire perimeter, with large roof overhangs to keep it dry in the rain. 

"This is my favorite place in the whole world," she said. "My husband hates it, thinks it's too primitive." 

"I can see why you love it," I said. "It's fantastic. And look at that view!" 

"I was hoping you could help me bring one of the big king sized beds up here," she said, "I've always wanted to sleep up here, but never have. Maybe you could work on it while I make dinner?"

Christine helped me drag up the mattress and box spring, I assembled everything and cleaned up the room while she cooked, and then we had a nice dinner on a patio outside the kitchen. I had gotten pretty sweaty and dirty getting the sleeping porch cleaned and set-up, and Christine suggested I take a shower while she cleaned up the kitchen. 

"I'll meet you upstairs in a little while," she said. "Shall we say eight o'clock?" 

"Eight o'clock," I said with a hopeful smile, and I walked across the driveway to the guest house, a spring in my step as I anticipated what the night might bring. I put my things away and got organized and cleaned up. I put on a halfway decent looking linen shirt and a clean pair of jeans. At eight o'clock I walked back over to the main house. 

Daylight was fading as I ascended the dimly lit staircase. When I reached the third floor the sight that greeted me was better than any dream I'd ever had. The glow of twilight on the mountains outside the big screened windows perfectly balanced the light of about thirty candles scattered around the room, and there, in the center of it all, was Christine. She was lying on her side on the bed, propped up on one elbow, looking absolutely exquisite in a tiny black lace bra, stringy little black lace panties, and a black lace garter belt with dark silk stockings. 

"I'm so glad you're here," she said, smiling a sexy smile.

"My God, you look incredible!" I said as I walked slowly toward the bed, wanting to take in every bit of the scene.

"Thank you sweetheart, but you look over dressed." 

She swung her lovely legs over the side of the bed, reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, and ran her hands over my chest.

"You're such a beautiful man," she said softly. 

She unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them down my legs, taking my boxer shorts with them. My cock sprang free and her hands wrapped around my thighs, pulling me toward her as she took my length into her hungry mouth. I wasn't sure if she enjoyed fellatio—our encounter in the shower was strictly handjob—but it was clear now that she did. My cock grew to its full size in her mouth, and she swallowed me deep. She pulled away with a slight gag and caught her breath. 

"Oh baby, I've been thinking about doing that all week," she said, and then she engulfed me again. And again. And again. 

I was thrusting slowly into her mouth and the sensations were exquisite. Her extraordinary beauty and the romance of the surroundings was too much for me. I felt an orgasm welling up and she squeezed me against her as I came deep in her mouth, my hands gently caressing the back of her head. It was an incredibly deep and sensual orgasm.

"Oh god I love that!" she said after my cock slipped from her mouth. Her voice was huskier than before, and from the fiery look in her eyes I could tell her animalistic side had been awakened.

In a flash I stripped off my shoes and jeans and pushed her down onto the bed, my mouth ending up on her belly button, my hands on her big beautiful lace covered breasts. I kissed my way up her belly, unfastened the front clasp on her bra and went ravenous on her tits. The animal in me had been released too, and I wanted every inch of her. She had the most perfect nipples I've ever seen—large, dark and very hard. I sucked one in my mouth and it was clear they were extremely sensitive. She arched her back and I alternated my mouth from one to the other, delighting in the taste, the texture, and her response. She was into it so much I think I could have brought her to an orgasm with my mouth on her tits alone, but I was dying to taste the rest of her. I stood for a moment, untied her little stringy panties, and gazed upon her lying there in nothing but a garter belt and stockings in the candle light. She was shear perfection in my eyes that night.

"What are you waiting for?" she said sternly, with a wicked smile.

I slid my hands up her body until I had a tit in each one, and lowered my head between her legs. As soon as my mouth touched the moist pink flesh her back arched high off the bed.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed in a loud breathy whisper. 

She was spread eagled on her back, her arms over her head, moaning and writhing as my tongue danced across her clit. A beautiful orgasm built very quickly within her. 

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried in that new husky voice as her legs flew up into the air and her back arched high again. Her legs came down and she squeezed my head vice-like between them as her body convulsed over and over. A deep grunt emanated from her core that seemed to go on forever, and then, after some stuttering, trembling moans, she went limp. 

I pulled myself up on top of her, lifted her head in my hands and kissed her. It was a long, soulful, passionate kiss. 

"I've never felt anything like that before," she whispered in my ear. "Thank you . . . thank you . . ."

We laid together in the flickering candle light, listening to the quiet sounds of a summer night in the forest. It made me feel like I was back in the golden age of cinema, in a safari tent in Africa with Elizabeth Taylor. After a while Christine started very gently rubbing my cock, and it didn't take long to get the full eight inches standing up, which delighted her. 

"God that's a beautiful thing," she said quietly. "I want you to fuck me now. Take me from behind," she said in a breathy voice. 

I rolled her over and lifted her ass until she was on her knees, with her shoulders on the satiny bed sheets and her back arched like a super-model. I moved around behind her and planted my face in her ass, licking all around her asshole with my tongue. 

"Oh you dirty boy!" she cried. "That feels so good!"

I tongue fucked her pussy as deep and as long as I could. She was loving it, but I was ready for more. My rock hard cock was in my hand and I plunged it into her soaking wet pussy, all the way to the hilt. She cried out some unintelligible gibberish, and we began our first fuck together. Her pussy felt incredible on my cock, like we were made for each other. I usually can last a long while if I've already cum once, but that night was different. The sensations I felt were flat out incredible, and I could tell she was feeling it too. After a few minutes I could feel my orgasm building, so I reached around her body to get my fingers on her clit. 

Her head shot up off the bed and she screamed, "YYYEEESSSS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME YOU BEAUTIFUL FUCKING MAN!"

We were pounding into each other like there was no tomorrow, and when I knew she was on the verge I yelled, "Come for me baby!", and we both came simultaneously with a grinding, animalistic fervor. It was amazing. Nothing short of awesome. We were both sweaty and slippery, and we collapsed in each others arms again, gasping for breath. 

"You have no idea...what that meant to me," she said quietly after gathering her wits.

I pulled a blanket up over us and we slowly drifted off to sleep in each others arms. I woke about a half-hour later, startled by an owl in a tree outside the window. The night air had a chill to it, so I got up and threw another blanket over the bed, blew out the candles, and climbed back in. As my eyes adjusted to the moonlit darkness, I was able to admire Christine's beauty yet again, and I thought about how different our lives were. I didn't have much money, but I was sexually fulfilled and had lot's of fun with my friends and lovers. Christine's life was just the opposite. It's funny how life plays out for different people. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to make her as happy as I could. I looked at her in the near darkness and was glad she was mine, even if it was just for a few days.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 06



I woke to the sounds of birds chirping in the trees outside the big screened windows of the sleeping porch, high up on the third floor of Christine's mountain lodge. I was alone in the bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, when I heard soft footsteps coming up the creaky stairs. Christine was bringing up a tray with coffee and some delicious looking sweet rolls. 

"Good morning lover," she said with a smile. "It's funny, just saying those words is exciting to me."

She was wearing the same skimpy black lace lingerie as the night before, and she looked amazing once again. It was obvious she enjoyed looking sexy for me. 

"A sweet for my sweet," she said as she set the tray in front of me and sat on the edge of the bed at my side.

"Did you make these?" I asked in amazement.

"Yes," she said. "I've been up awhile, and I wanted something nice for you."

I took a bite of one of the tender, warm delicacies. "These taste almost as sweet as you," I said.

"You know, I'm not very sexually experienced," she said shyly, blushing a little. You're only the second man I've ever been with, and the first was a bust in that department. I hope I was okay for you last night." 

"Are you serious?" I said. "You were amazing last night! That was a night I'll remember the rest of my life." 

Her somewhat serious look turned into a big smile. "You dear sweet man, you don't know what it means to me to hear you say that." She paused for a moment and looked serious again. "You know, I don't think I've ever really had an orgasm before last night. It was like nothing I've ever felt before, like flying to the stars and back again. Is it always like that?" 

"I have a feeling it's always going to be like that with you and me," I said. "Lets find out, shall we?" 

I put the tray aside and I pulled the blanket off of me, revealing a growing erection. 

"Oh you naughty boy!" Christine giggled. "I was hoping my sticky buns would have that effect on you." 

She stood, turned away from me and bent over, revealing her pink pussy as she dropped her panties to the floor. 

"You're just dying to drive me wild aren't you," I said.

"You better believe it mister," she said, and she giggled again.

She climbed on the bed straddling me, and she guided my cock into her. She exhaled deeply with a small lusty groan as I slowly thrusted up into her. We fucked slowly this time, savoring every small movement. 

"I can feel you so deep inside me. You're positively huge compared to..." and her voice trailed off into a deep moan. "Oh, God almighty I love it...."

She leaned forward and kissed me. We moaned into each others mouths and slowly fucked in the soft morning light, birds chirping all around us and a light breeze wafting through. She leaned forward so I could suck on her gorgeous tits, and she's so sensitive there it kicked her into another gear. 

"Fuck me harder you beautiful man," she said.

She threw her head back and I picked up the pace of my thrusting and gave it all I had. She was just about bouncing off of me from the speed and force of it. I was nearing the point of no return when she came with a shudder. 

"OH MY GOD!" she shrieked, and her eyes rolled back in her head. It was another searingly intense orgasm.

I'd been with quite a few women over the years, but I must say I'd never seen one with the powerful orgasms Christine had. It was really something to see, and to feel. Her vaginal muscles contracted around me as she came in a way I'd never felt before, and her own sensations seemed to rock her to her very core.

"Did you come baby?" she asked after she caught her breath.

"Don't worry about me, we're far from done," I said. "And anyway, today's all about you." 

"Oh no it's not," she said, gathering herself up. She got up on her hands and knees, turned herself around, threw her stocking clad leg over my head and sixty-nined me. 

"I saw this in a porn once and it looked really hot," she giggled.

"Damn right it's hot, you naughty girl," I said as I buried my face in her pussy and ass. 

She squealed with delight and inhaled my still hard cock into her mouth. I had her gasping for air in no time and she worked wonders on my cock with her mouth and her hands. She really went to town on me and I shot off onto her face and hair, a mighty groan coming from deep within me. She giggled at the sexy mess I'd made of her, sucked me back in her mouth and milked me dry.

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The day was still very young, and I wanted to knock off the work I had to do so we could spend the rest of the day together. I reluctantly got dressed and got to it. Christine fed me and brought me lemonade, and by late morning I was done. We had a delicious lunch out on the patio, talking about our lives and our mutual love of the Adirondacks. 

"Last week you mentioned working on a friend's camp over near Long Lake. What's that place like?" she asked.

"Well," I said, "it's small and rustic, but it's kinda perfect. It's owned by my friend Penny. She inherited it from her father. He used it as a hunting camp. It's off the grid and very secluded, with a beautiful beaver pond to swim in. It's really wonderful. Her father became friends with a famous Adirondack architect back in the old days, and he drew up the plans for it. It's far from grandiose — just one room with a screened porch and an outhouse, but it's just dripping with character. I'm sure you'd love it." 

"Sounds like heaven," Christine said. 

"Funny you should say that," I laughed. "Penny named the place Camp Heaven recently." 

"After she spent time there with you, I'm guessing?" Christine said, with a devious laugh. 

"Well..." I said, and I blushed a little, which I don't normally do.

"You're so cute," Christine said with a smile.

"It's such a beautiful day!" Christine said as we brought our dishes into the kitchen. "Come with me, I want to show you something out in the garage."

We walked out and she punched in a code on a keypad outside the carriage house and the overhead door went up. "Do you like cars?" she asked as it ascended. 

Sunlight streamed into the old carriage house garage, and there, in dusty glory, was a yellow Ferrari. Not just any Ferrari, but a 246 Dino from the early 70's. 

"Holy shit!" I gasped as I walked in. 

I put my hand on it just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. As I circled around it I noticed the dark side of the garage held an Aston Martin from the early 60's, a DB something or other, I couldn't remember the exact model. 

"Are you kidding me!" I exclaimed. "You didn't even know I was a car nut, did you." 

"No, but I'm thrilled you like them," she said. "My husband's lost interest in them, but he does keep them maintained. There's a mechanic in Lake Placid that works on these kind of things, and he comes by every spring to tune them up, and every fall to winterize them. I just adore driving the Dino—it must be my Italian blood. The Aston's fun too. What do you say we go for a nice drive today?"

Christine started up the Dino, and the sound of its engine gave me goosebumps. She backed it out into the driveway.

"There's a bucket and hose in there," she said. "Do you want to give it a quick wash while I change my clothes?" 

"Well," I said, "you know how I love running my hands over a beautiful Italian body." 

She laughed, kissed me on the cheek, and went in the house.

We were soon on the road. Christine insisted I drive. I was a little nervous driving another man's very expensive treasure, but it sounded like Christine was comfortable taking it out whenever she wanted, so I soon relaxed and enjoyed it. The sensations and sounds of the little car were intoxicating. I felt like the king of the world, and beside me was my beautiful queen, dressed in a small, thin, green summer dress. She looked casual and unpretentious, and sexy as hell. I think last night had brought out a little of the Devil in her and her dress was left unbuttoned at the top more than usual, showing off her spectacular tits. She brought some sandals with her but was sitting there with bare feet, and her lovely legs were exposed for almost their entire length, her dress riding up due to the low position of the seat. She must have been wearing a very thin bra because those sensitive nipples were obvious to anyone who cared to look. She was a vision, pure and simple.

We headed west, through the village and towards Saranac Lake, the glorious sound of the Dino's engine ricocheting off the trees as we rocketed down the road. Before long we were on Route 3, heading roughly in the direction of Long Lake.

"Would you like to see my friend Penny's camp?" I asked. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind us walking in to look at it. She may even be there — I'm pretty sure she mentioned some vacation time coming up." 

"Sure, I'd love to see it," Christine said. "Sounds like fun." 

"You know, I should warn you, if Penny's there, she's a very free spirit. And she's bi-sexual. I have no idea what'll happen if she get's a look at you," I said, shaking my head as I ran my eyes over Christine's luscious little body.

I wasn't sure how Christine would react to that, but she didn't seem to react at all, except for the corners of her mouth curling up ever so slightly into a sexy little smile. Without looking at me she calmly reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, and we motored on, through a beautiful sun-filled valley.

As we approached the turn-off to Penny's dirt road I slowed to a crawl. 

"Jeeze, I didn't think about this being a dirt road. I don't want to make a mess of your car." 

"Don't worry about it," she said. "It's got plenty of stone chips. It's not a show car."

We turned off and I went slower than usual down the long six mile road. 

"Wow, this is really out there," Christine said as we pressed on.

As we rounded the bend near Penny's place I spotted her Subaru and we pulled in next to it. We had stopped along the way and bought a case of beer and a bottle of Penny's favorite tequila. I hoisted the beer on my shoulder and grabbed the bottle, Christine put on her sandals, and we headed up the trail. We got about halfway in and saw Penny approaching. 

"What the heck are you doing here!" she said as she hugged me. "And who this gorgeous friend of yours?" 

"Penny, this is my friend Christine. I've been doing a little work on her ski lodge up near Lake Placid." 

Penny turned to Christine and said, "Oh, he does wonderful work, doesn't he?" and gave her a mischievous wink. 

"He's building me into brand new woman," Christine said, and they exchanged knowing looks.

"Kiss her you fool," Penny said to me. "If you don't I will. She's hot!" 

"Penny, you don't mince words do you," I said with a laugh, and I gave Christine a smiling kiss and put my arm around her. 

Penny told us she was heading out to the road to meet a guy she had met yesterday. She said he was a 'hippie musician' who was touring through the area, and she had struck up a conversation with him after his show at a bar in the village. She said he was a terrific musician, a solo singer-songwriter, and 'super cute.' She had invited him to stop by the camp for a swim, and she wanted to meet him at the end of the trail. 

"Penny," I said, "would you rather we get out of here so you two can be alone?" 

"No way!" she said. "You know me...two's wonderful, three's awesome, and four's insane!" She laughed hysterically and said, "You guys make yourselves at home, I'll be back when he shows up."

Penny left us, and we made our way up the trail to the camp. 

"You know, this could get kind of wild today," I said to Christine as we walked. "Penny's idea of swimming is au naturale, and we've never met this guy." 

"Let's stay and see if we like him," she said. "Sounds like it might be fun. Lord knows I need some more fun in my life." 

We got to the camp steps and Christine noticed the CAMP HEAVEN sign over the front door. 

"Why do I get the feeling you were the inspiration for that?" she said, and she squeezed my ass.

We went inside and I put down the beer and the bottle and I gave her a little tour. 

"I love it!" Christine said. "It's just how I imagined. And quite a little love nest I'm guessing — Penny's really cute." 

"I'm glad you like her," I said. "She's become a good friend." 

We walked down to the pond and I noticed Penny had two new wooden chaise lounges with cushions on them down at the waters edge, with the camping mattress rolled up under one of them. Next to them was a cooler and a small table with a half empty bottle of beer on it. We could hear laughter coming from up near the camp, so we walked up.

Penny introduced us to Johnny, who was setting down a duffel bag and a beat up guitar case. Penny showed me a small portable stereo she was carrying and said, "Look! We're gonna have tunes!" 

Johnny was indeed a handsome guy, and I could see why women would be attracted to him. He was a little younger than me, probably in his late twenty's, tall and trim, with long curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an ever present smile. He had the kind of personality that made you feel like you'd known him all your life. Penny passed around some beers, and we chatted about Johnny's nomadic life on the road. He had an old VW camper van, and I'm guessing at least one girlfriend in every town in the country. It sounded like a fun life, and he was enjoying it. 

"Holy shit you guys," Penny exclaimed, "what the fuck is that car you came in!?!" 

Christine told them about it, and Penny said, "God, Steve, you must love that thing, I know you're a car guy." 

"Yeah," I said. "It was pretty awesome driving down here in a classic Ferrari with this beautiful girl by my side. I feel like I hit the jackpot or something. I'll wake up in a few days and be back to reality." 

"Oh, don't say that," Christine said sadly. "I don't want to think about that yet." 

"Don't worry Christine," Penny said. "We'll do our best to give you happy thoughts today. Is it all right if I call you Chrissy? You're so cute, you look like a Chrissy to me." 

"Yes, please do. I used to be Chrissy back in high school. I'd love to be Chrissy again. In fact I am Chrissy again, from this point on. Thank you Penny." She smiled brightly and gave Penny a big hug. 

"Chrissy it is then!" I said, and we all clicked beer bottles.

"Who's up for a swim," Penny said. 

"I'm game," Johnny said. 

I looked at Chrissy to gauge her interest and Penny looked her over lustily, pausing her eyes on Chrissy's big tits. 

"I hope you guys didn't bring your suits," she said, winking at Chrissy.

Chrissy blushed hard, and before she could say anything Penny went into the screen porch, stripped off every stitch of her clothing in full view of everyone, went out the door and walked calmly down he path. 

"Are you coming Johnny?" she yelled back.

Johnny went into the porch, stripped, and ran after her. He was tanned and muscular, and had what I'm sure the girls would say is a 'nice cock'. Chrissy and I were left alone.

"You sure you're okay with this?" I asked her. "We can make an excuse and head out if you want." 

"I think I've been ready for this my whole life and it took you to help me realize it," she said, looking me square in the eye. 

As she was saying it she was unbuttoning her dress. 

"Just so we're clear, there's probably gonna be sex involved," I said. 

"God I hope so. I've never been so horny in my life!" she said as she dropped her dress on the floor and kissed me hard. 

"I think I've created a monster, and I love it," I said.

We both stripped and it took all my will power to keep from fucking her right there on the old brass bed. I was also trying to will some of the blood out of my cock so I didn't look too ridiculous when we arrived at the pond. I forced myself to not look at Chrissy and fumbled around with some beer bottles for a few moments. 

"How ya doin' there big boy?" Chrissy giggled, sensing my problem. 

My situation was somewhat under control, so we walked out into the sunlight hand in hand. Down at the pond Penny was already on her knees in two feet of water sucking on Johnny's cock. They were oblivious to us as we approached, so we reclined on the chaise lounges and watched the show. 

"You know, I've watched some porn," Chrissy said quietly, "but it's so much hotter in person, isn't it?" 

She was mesmerized. Penny took a breather and looked over her shoulder at us. 

"You know if you push those chairs together and drop them flat it's like a double bed," she said with a big smile. She paused, looked at Chrissy sitting there naked, and said, "God, those are some tits girl!"

Then she went back to sucking on a very happy Johnny. I stood and pushed my chair against Chrissy's, leaving them upright for the time being so Chrissy could continue the voyeurism she was so clearly enjoying. 

"He's a beautiful young man," she said wistfully, with lust building in her eyes. 

I took her hand and put it on my quickly hardening cock, and she gently stroked it, never taking her eyes off Penny and Johnny. They moved into shallower water, Penny got down on all fours facing us, and Johnny started slowly fucking her from behind. They were watching us watch them, and I must say it was extremely hot. Penny was really getting into it and came powerfully with much loud yelling. They both collapsed into the water and kissed. It was quite a show. 

I was hard as a rock and desperately wanted to get things going with Chrissy, but I didn't know how comfortable she would be doing anything like we had just seen, so I let her take the lead. She casually stood and dropped the back of her chair down flat and reached for mine and did the same. I was flat on my back and she straddled me, reverse cowgirl style, facing the water. I was surprised at her boldness, but she was obviously getting very turned on by the thought of being watched. She guided my cock into her, leaned back with her arms on my chest, and we fucked. Slowly at first, but we were both super hot and horny and the pace picked up quickly. Before long we were going at it with gusto, and I pumped the shit out of her sweet, hot pussy. When she could take no more she came like gangbusters, loud and vocal and almost violent. I shot my load deep in her belly.

I was startled by the nearness of Penny's voice. "Good god girl," she said. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." 

I looked up and Penny and Johnny were sitting together on the ground, not six feet away. 

"Jeez Penny, nothing like a front row seat," I said with a laugh. 

"I swear to God I've never seen an orgasm like that before. That was so beautiful Chrissy," Penny said. 

My cock was still inside Chrissy, and she was gradually gathering her composure.

"I've recently discovered I love to fuck," she said rather breathlessly, and we all laughed hysterically. 

"It's the best game in town sister," Penny said. "Wanna change partners?" 

Chrissy removed herself from my sticky cock, sat on the edge of the lounge chair and beckoned Johnny. He rose quickly to his feet and Chrissy took his half hard cock into her mouth with a moan. Johnny moaned too and was hard in no time. His cock was a little shorter than mine, but thicker in girth, a real pussy stretcher I'm sure. 

It was a turn on watching Chrissy do her thing with another guy. I didn't get to watch long though because Penny pushed me down and sixty-nined me. The taste of her sweet pussy was familiar, and she was still dripping with Johnny's cum. I'm sure she could taste Chrissy's juices on my cock, and she seemed to be especially into my tongue work today. She came quickly, as did Johnny, pumping deep into Chrissy's throat. 

"You got a magic tongue Stevie," Penny cooed. "Why don't you guys take a swim and cool off. I wanna curl up with Chrissy for a while."




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 06



Johnny and I each grabbed a beer from the cooler and waded into the water, discussing the wonders of the female anatomy. As we stood there talking we watched the girls. I was mesmerized by the way Chrissy took to Penny's erotic ways. Chrissy's whole body seemed to be electrified by every one of Penny's touches and kisses, and by every lick of her tongue. She was sexually charged like no one I've ever seen, and probably like no one Penny had ever seen either.

Johnny finished his beer, tossed it onshore, and floated away on his back to explore the pond. I decided to become the audience this time and walked up to the girls and quietly sat on the ground a few feet away. Penny was gently licking Chrissy's pussy, and Chrissy opened her eyes and smiled at me, the sweetest smile I've ever seen. 

I was close enough to take her hand, and she closed her eyes again and drifted into bliss. Penny moved up and kissed her soulfully on the mouth, one hand on Chrissy's tit and the other hand two fingers deep in her pussy. With her thumb on Chrissy's now hypersensitive clit, and another finger on her asshole, Penny's expert moves brought her to the brink of another violent orgasm, building fast with loud guttural screams and tremors wracking her body. Penny looked at me and nodded at the hard cock that I had been stroking and I new instantly what she was suggesting. I jumped to my knees and right in the middle of Chrissy's orgasm I rammed my cock into her pussy, Penny's hand still caressing her clit, and her two fingers still inside with my cock. Chrissy inhaled violently, her back arched even higher, and she screamed, "OH FUCK! FUCK IT! YYEESSS! FUCK MEEEE!" at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm went on and on, like every bit of sexual energy pent up in her for the last few decades was pouring out of her. It was breathtaking. 

I stopped the pummeling and fucked her slower, and she gradually came down, until she was half unconscious. Penny lay beside her and kissed her gently, softly caressing her tits. I stopped my slow fucking and withdrew, Chrissy's body totally limp, every bit of energy spent. I gently kissed my way up her inner thighs and around her pussy and laid my head on her warm belly, listening to her heart pound while gently caressing her legs. Penny and I looked lovingly at each other, knowing that we had just given this sweet, beautiful woman the orgasm of her life.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 07



Penny and Johnny had started a nice fire in a fire pit near the camp, and the four of us sat around it in the twilight, the flickering firelight dancing across our naked bodies. We drank beer, sipped tequila and told stories, many of them about previous sexual exploits. Chrissy was fascinated by them, although at times she looked a bit sad because she didn't have much to contribute in that department. I was kind of surprised how much she told Penny and Johnny about her nearly sexless marriage, even telling them that she had never had a proper orgasm until yesterday. 

"Oh you dear sweet girl," Penny said sadly. "Now I understand." She took Chrissy's hand and caressed it softly. "So how did you meet Steve," she asked her.

"I kind of stalked him," Chrissy said sheepishly.

"What?" I said. "You're kidding!" 

"Well, I'm not sure if you'd call it stalking," she said. "I was at that state park just south of the city, walking on one of the nature trails last month when I saw him. He was reading one of those information signs that tell you about the wildlife and the trees and things, and then he went off the trail a bit to look at a rock formation. He seemed to be really interested in it all." 

"I remember that day. You were watching me?" I asked, amazed. 

"Yup," she said. "I'd never met a man that cared much about the natural world, and you looked very handsome and interesting. Then I got really nervous about it and somebody else came down the trail, so I left, but I couldn't get you out of my mind. I sat on a bench near the parking lot and waited. My mind was all over the place, thinking what an idiot I was. But I couldn't make myself leave. I just sat there for like an hour, and then I saw you come out of the woods and walk to your truck. I was paralyzed with fear and confusion—I had never done anything like that before, and I didn't even know why I was doing it. My heart was racing when you drove past me, and I made a mental note of the name of the handyman business on the side of your truck. And then you were gone." 

"Oh Chrissy, that was fate's sweet hand that day," Penny said.

"But it must have been, like, two weeks after that before you called me," I said. 

"Yes," Chrissy said. "I looked up your phone number that day when I got home, but it took me almost two weeks to get up the nerve to contact you. It was all very odd. I don't think I ever thought about having sex with you or anything like that. I just felt a strange compulsive need to see you again. I actually thought a little about finding out where your business was, and just wandering by or something. I guess that really would have been stalking you," she laughed. "But I didn't do that and one day I just found myself dialing your number without even thinking about it, and making an appointment with you. When I hung up the phone I couldn't believe what I'd just done." 

"You go girl!" Penny said. 

"The funny thing is, I didn't even have a job for him to do," Chrissy laughed. "He asked me on the phone what I needed done and I stammered out something about just needing an estimate on something. I'm not even sure what I said, but it sure wasn't smooth. That night I thought about it and decided on a new shower." 

"Oooh, I can see where this might be going," Penny said, and she and Chrissy laughed.

"So he gets to my house the next day," Chrissy said, "and he's just the sweetest man. I was instantly taken with his easygoing manner, and of course he's easy on the eyes too, so..." 

"What about you Steve," Penny asked, "what did you think of her when you first saw her?" 

"Well," I said, "first of all the house is really beautiful. And then this vision walks out the door. My first thought was 'Does Sofia Loren have a daughter living here?' I mean it was all I could do to keep my professionalism intact as I walked up to meet her. And get this, she had on a sexy summer dress with a cooking apron over it stained with flour, and the most amazing smell of fresh baked bread wafting out the door behind her." 

Penny broke into laughter. "Holy shit girl, you really went all out didn't you," and she and Chrissy laughed again.

"Then she took me upstairs to show me the job," I said. "I'll tell you what though, the way her ass wiggled under that cotton dress as she climbed the stairs was insane! I thought for sure she was doing it on purpose just for me, but as I got to know her over the course of the week I realized that was just her natural sexiness." 

"I hear that!" Penny said. 

"You got that right," Johnny said, and they clicked beer bottles. I couldn't tell for sure in the firelight, but it looked like Chrissy was blushing a little. 

"So he was there all week?" Penny asked Chrissy. 

"Yup. I made him lunch everyday and we sat and talked about life. It was so nice. My husband doesn't have time to talk to me much these days. I was determined to keep it professional though—I didn't want Steve to think I was slutty or anything like that. But we did flirt a bit, which was really nice." 

"It was tough," I said. "I wanted to flirt like crazy, but restrained myself as best I could." 

"I felt a ton of sexual tension. I didn't realize you did too," Chrissy said to me. 

"Oh yeah," I said. "I can't tell you how many times I had a hard-on when you were near me." 

"Really!" Chrissy exclaimed with big eyes. "I don't know what I would have done if I had noticed, but that's nice to hear." She paused and said, "I was just determined to not let anything get out of hand, not in my husbands house. So I held my ground day after day." 

"So something must have happened," Penny said. "Come on sweetie, let's get to the juicy part."

"It was the last day," Chrissy said. "I felt unbelievably naughty about this, but I did it anyway. Before Steve showed up that morning I got out my sexiest lingerie and cocktail dress, and I very carefully placed them on the bed and on a chair, where I knew he'd be passing by. I tried to make it look natural, like I'd just forgotten them from the night before, but after fiddling with them for half an hour I felt like such an idiot. I was about to scrap the whole idea when Steve rang the doorbell and I just left them and ran down the stairs with my heart racing." 

"Holy shit! I had no idea you set that up," I said with a smile. 

"I felt so wicked..." Chrissy said. "After you went upstairs I paced around the kitchen, not knowing what to do. Then I snuck upstairs, checked to see that you were busy, grabbed them and threw them under the bed and ran out." 

"I know!" I said. "When I walked out of the bathroom to get a tool from my truck they were gone! I didn't know what to think. Actually, I do know what I thought. I was disappointed that I didn't take a sniff of her lacy panties when I had the chance!" 

"Oh you dirty boy!" Penny said, and we all laughed.

"I got my nervousness under control and the rest of the morning went off pretty naturally," Chrissy said. "But I remember thinking how I could easily fall hard for this man, if only we were closer in age and the situation was different." 

"You're selling yourself short girl," Penny said. "You're one of those women who proves that age is nothing but a number."

"You're so sweet Penny," Chrissy said, and she leaned over and kissed Penny softly on the lips. Penny's hand went to Chrissy's lovely bare tits, and the kiss got more forceful. 

"Hey, break it up, the story's not over yet," Johnny said with a chuckle. 

"Mmm, yes," Penny purred as their lips parted. "I wanna hear the good part."

"About an hour later," Chrissy continued, "Steve called down the stairs for me, asking me to come up. I went into the bathroom and he had it all cleaned up, his tools mostly put away, and the new shower clean and sparkling. I was suddenly so sad! I realized he would be leaving soon. And then in my mind I quickly came up with other projects for him to do and I felt better. He would be back in my life again, I thought. Steve snapped me out of my daydream when he started telling me about how I needed to adjust the nozzles in the shower walls myself when I took my first shower, something about me being so much shorter than him, and that he couldn't really set it up for me himself. I don't think I looked to happy about the idea. He sensed my unhappiness, and said, if I wanted to, I could maybe wear a bathing suit and he could make the adjustments right then. A wave of heat flushed through my body, but he seemed very professional about it, and before I could think to much I agreed and left the room." 

"Oh yeah, he's professional all right," Penny said with a laugh. 

"No," I said, "I was actually trying to keep it together and on the up and up. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her away. But the thought of seeing her in a bathing suit did seem really hot to me at the moment. I guess I was flushed with heat too, come to think of it. It's a good thing she left the room quickly so I could gather up my nerves."

"So," Chrissy continued, "I thought a bikini would send the wrong signal, so I threw on a one piece and quickly walked back in before I turned into a nervous wreck. Steve told me the procedure, and turned on the water. It warmed up quickly thank God, before I turned into a complete basket case. He asked me to step in, and he started adjusting the water direction of all these different things, asking me where I wanted it to spray on me. His shirt was soaked, and his jeans were starting to get wet, and there was no way for him to reach the back wall without getting even wetter. My heart was pounding when I said, 'You're getting soaked. You better take your shirt off.' And then I really surprised myself and said 'Do you have shorts under your pants? You better take your jeans off too.'" 

"Woo Hoo!" Penny whooped. "Now we're gettin' somewhere! This is so fuckin' hot!"

"The shower door was steamed up, so I couldn't see anything," Chrissy continued, "and then it opened and he stepped all the way in with me for the first time. I just about lost my mind! I thought I was going to have a heart attack my pulse was so high. I tried to keep my focus by looking him in the eye, but as soon as his attention went to his work my eyes wandered across his body. His boxer shorts were small and tight on him, and he looked incredibly sexy. Whenever I saw him looking towards me I quickly met his gaze, but I was so turned on by the sight of the water flowing over his muscles I could barely breath, and my thoughts were a complete jumble. I could see his cock outlined through the wet fabric, and it looked positively huge compared to what I'm used to. Then he turned his attention to the big overhead nozzle, and his arms were above his head. Without even thinking I crouched down on my knees and pulled down his soaking wet underwear. I couldn't believe I had just done it." 

"Woo hoo, yeah baby!" Penny yelled.

"Before she did that I was gettin' really turned on, but fighting it," I said. "I was trying my best not to get a hard-on, but I was definitely halfway there. I was worried it was going to get embarrassing, and then when I wasn't looking, I suddenly felt my shorts go down and Chrissy's hand on my cock." 

"He staggered back a little, and leaned against the wall," Chrissy said. "I was so shocked by what I had done I couldn't bear to look him in the eye. I don't know what I was afraid of . . . so I just stared at his cock and felt it growing in my hand. I couldn't believe the size of it, and it was getting bigger! The hot water was flowing over both of us, and it was slippery and warm and throbbing in my hand. The shower water sounded incredibly loud, like it was blocking out my other world, and I started stroking that beautiful cock with both hands, never taking my eyes off it. I could hear Steve moaning— that made my heart pound even harder. I played with his balls a little too—I couldn't resist—and I could sense his body stiffening, and then he came in three strong shots right onto my face, and it ran down the front of me with the shower water. The whole thing was so beautiful! I couldn't believe how beautiful it was, and how my spirit soared! I kept slowly stroking him as he softened a little, and then I pulled up his wet shorts and stood up and kissed him. He held my head so gently as we kissed and our tongues found each other. My knees were so weak I could barely stand. I think I said something to him but I can't remember what it was, my head was spinning so." 

"Well," I said with a smile, "I remember what she said. 'You're wonderful Steve, I love my new shower'. She looked so sweet when she said it. And then, after I got dressed I went downstairs and she had lunch ready for me! She was dressed normally, and except for her wet hair, she seemed very calm and normal. I was dying to fuck her brains out right there on the kitchen table, but I held it together and followed her lead. Then she told me about the place in Lake Placid, and I was so relieved to hear her say she wanted me to work for her again. I just didn't want her to disappear from my life. Little did I know it'd be as amazing as what's happened the last few days. And we've got two days left to go." 

I leaned over, put my arm around Chrissy, and kissed her glowing, happy face. 

"My God girl, you've got some kinda self control," Penny said. "When I get my hands on a cock like either of these guys have, there's no turnin' back. I woulda fucked his brains out. But oh my God, that's just the hottest story I've ever heard in my life. I'm gonna have to tell that one to some people. But don't worry," she laughed, "I'll change the names to protect the innocent."



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 08



Mosquitoes attacking our naked bodies forced us indoors, and the four of us all sat around Penny's table and broke out the tequila. Johnny walked over to his duffel bag, and after rummaging around he pulled out a big fat joint. 

"Do you guys smoke weed?" he said. "This is the last of the some great stuff I got out West. I've been saving it for a special occasion."

"Yeah honey, light it up," Penny said. 

I looked at Chrissy and she looked intrigued. I used to get high a lot, but I was guessing she never had. Johnny took a puff and passed it to Penny, and then to me. With my first hit I got a wicked head rush. It was some great stuff indeed. 

"It's some sort of special variety I friend of mine grew himself," Johnny said, smiling at the way it was hitting us.

"Spes-she-ahl-aye," Penny said, in some sort of bad Italian accent, and then she laughed hysterically. 

Chrissy could see we were all almost instantly high and looked a little nervous. I gave her a quick lesson on how to inhale some air with the smoke to cool it, and told her to hold it in her lungs as long as she could. She took a puff like an old pro and looked at me, her eyes getting big. 

"Oh!" she said as she exhaled, not moving a muscle. "That's nice!" she said quietly as a big smile broke out across her face and her eyes closed. 

Johnny got up and put some trippy electronica music on his portable stereo, and the big joint went around for another hit. Penny poured shots of tequila, and yelled "skol!" as we laughed and drank. She got up and danced slowly and sexily around the table, arms in the air, her naked body moving more alluringly than most of the strippers I've seen. Stopping behind Chrissy's chair, she put her hands on Chrissy's shoulders and then slid them down onto her bare tits, massaging them like a pro. Penny shook her own shoulders back and forth like an old time stripper. Her tits are smaller than Chrissy's, but still a nice handful and they jiggled back and forth.

"God I love tits," she said.

Chrissy was responding to the massaging and nipple squeezing, and she looked ungodly sexy. Penny saw Johnny staring at Chrissy's voluptuous chest.

"Johnny, you haven't fucked Chrissy yet, have you?" she said. "I wanna watch you fuck Chrissy with that big fat cock." 

Chrissy and Johnny's eyes met and their faces told an age old story of lust and desire. 

"I'll get her ready for you," Penny said. 

She stopped her tit massage, took Chrissy's hand and danced her over to the old brass bed, just a few feet away. 

"Put that sweet ass up in the air honey, Johnny want's to fuck you," she said in her best sexy voice. 

Chrissy was happy to do what she was told, getting on her hands and knees on the bed and then lowering her shoulders down against the blanket, her back arched seductively. She looked as sexy as I've ever seen her, on display for all of us. 

She was looking right at Johnny and me, and her sexy mouth opened slowly.

"Fuck me please Johnny," she said in a quiet, breathy voice. 

Penny was dancing again to the trippy music, and Johnny walked past her, hard cock in hand.

"Do her good baby," Penny said, and she squeezed his ass. 

Johnny stood behind Chrissy and slowly slid his fat cock into her. Chrissy responded to his girth with wide eyes and a deep exhale—"Oohffff"—loud enough to hear above the music. He fucked her very slowly and she closed her eyes and moaned softly, a look of pure bliss on her face. 

Penny danced over to me, arms out to her sides moving like bird's wings. I stood and mimicked her, dancing to the trippy beat, my hard cock swaying back and forth between us. She reached down and stroked it with one hand, and picked up the bottle with the other and poured tequila in my mouth. It ran down my chin and she licked it off. Then she poured a splash over my cock, took a big swig herself, set down the bottle, dropped to her knees and inhaled my full length into her throat. She went at me for a short while, alternately taking me deep in her throat and stroking me with her hands. Being as high as I was it felt spectacular, so good that I wasn't even paying attention to the beautiful fucking going on just a few feet away. Penny stopped for a moment to catch her breath and she spotted the joint on the table. She lit it up, took a puff, and passed it to me. 

"Holy shit this stuff is good," she said, as another wave of near hallucinogenic buzz hit us. 

She danced over to Johnny, still in the middle of the worlds most sensual slow-fuck, and held the joint to his lips. He took a puff, and Penny danced around to the other side of the bed. 

"Chrissy," Penny said softly. 

Chrissy opened her eyes and raised herself up on her arms, her pendulous tits swaying gently. Penny held the joint in her mouth and Chrissy inhaled deeply. Johnny never missed a beat with his slow-fuck, and the old spring mattress was jostling from side to side, creaking a little. 

"Again," Penny said, putting the joint back in Chrissy's mouth. 

She took another big puff and looked over at me as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. I realized I was wrong earlier—that was the sexiest she had ever looked, her big tits rocking gently under her as she was fucked slowly from behind. I moved over to her and she took my hard cock in her mouth. I didn't have to move a muscle, Johnny's slow fucking was moving Chrissy's mouth up and down my shaft. I reached under her for two handfuls of glorious tit and I think I was as close to heaven in that moment as I'll ever get. Penny danced her way back to Johnny and she squeezed her body against his back, following his movements, the two of them fucking Chrissy as one.

Penny reached down between his ass cheeks and fondled his balls from behind, drawing a big groan from Johnny. Their eyes were both closed, and Johnny started to pick up the pace. 

As Chrissy responded my cock slipped from her mouth. She turned her head, looking back at Johnny over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah, Fuck me baby!" she said in a forceful tone. I fondled her dangling tits, and she screamed when I pinched her nipples and Johnny hit her with some powerful thrusts. "OH FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Johnny was really ramming into her now, and she was hungrily taking my cock in and out of her mouth between squeals and grunts and groans. We were all grunting and groaning loudly, and it seemed we went on like that for hours, though I'm sure it was the drugs making it seem that way. Whatever the reason, it was intense and incredible. 

Chrissy's orgasm hit hard, as it usually does, and Johnny went off hard too with a flailing body and a great loud groan coming from deep in his chest. The whole scene put me over the edge too, and as Chrissy's body twitched violently my cock popped out of her mouth and I splattered her face and hair with my cum. Johnny collapsed on the bed with her, one leg over her body, both of them struggling for breath. 

"That was so fucking hot," Penny said. 

She was quickly around my side of the bed and on her knees, sucking on my still hard cock. I slowly softened in her mouth, and then she turned her attention to licking my cum off Chrissy's face. Chrissy looked half unconscious again, with a beautiful little smile.

I sat down at the table, my knees weak from the powerful orgasm. Maybe it was just the amazing reefer, but it sure seemed like I had just had one of my all time great sexual moments, and a wave of happiness washed over me when I thought about the wonderful pleasures Chrissy was finally discovering.

Penny sat down with me, and eventually we had all resumed our places at the table, Chrissy the last to revive and join us. We finished the joint, made a toast to the God of Cannabis, and talked and laughed deep into the night. The batteries on the music player gradually faded and died, and we sat and listened to the crickets outside the windows. Eventually Penny stood and took Johnny's hand. 

"You know it's been hours since I've had a cock in me," she said. We all laughed, and she led him to the bed out on the screened porch. "Good night you guys," she said as they left us. 

I blew out the candles and Chrissy and I lay down on the old brass bed. I pulled a blanket over us and spooned her, holding her warm body close to me as we drifted off to sleep.

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We woke to the smell of bacon frying, and saw Penny, still naked, arranging plates on the table. Her hair was wet, and she looked hungover but happy. I looked out the window next to the bed and saw Johnny, his hair still dripping from a swim, talking on a cell phone in a chair by the firepit. 

"I've gotta catch a ferry to Burlington later," he said when he walked in. "Got a gig tonight."

"Have you got time for breakfast?" Penny asked.

"Sure, no hurry," he said.

Chrissy and I got up, and my head was spinning a little. 

"How do you feel?" I asked her.

"Like a new woman," she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "I might not be used to good sex, but I am used to good liquor." We all laughed. 

We ate bacon and eggs, Chrissy and I took a quick swim and washed each other, and we all prepared to go our separate ways. Johnny set his duffel and guitar case by the door. 

"Johnny! You never played for us..." Penny said, her voice trailing off sadly. 

He opened the case, took his guitar out and sat on the side of the old brass bed. He tuned it up a bit and launched into a wonderful, rousing version of The B52's 'Love Shack'. Penny laughed hysterically, and then we all joined in singing. It was yet another perfect moment at that magical place in the woods. I made a mental note to make Penny a rustic birch bark sign for her wall that said, 'The Love Shack'. She would love it. 

We all gathered our things and hiked the half mile trail to our vehicles. The yellow Ferrari looked resplendent in the morning light, and Johnny's old VW camper bus looked just as cool in its own way. It suited him well. We all looked it over as he stowed his things. I'm sure it was quite the love nest for him. 

Penny walked around the back and saw a bumper sticker that read "I (heart) Boobies," and she laughed.

"I gotta get one of those," she said, and we all agreed it would be appropriate. 

We all hugged and said our goodbyes. Penny and Chrissy both gave Johnny kisses, we said something about meeting up next summer when Johnny came through, and then he drove away.

I started up the Dino to let it warm up while Penny and Chrissy had an intimate moment together, hugging each other tightly. They held their embrace and talked quietly for a few minutes before I walked over, and Penny hugged me hard. 

"Thank you so much for introducing me to your Chrissy," she said. "She's wonderful." 

"I had a feeling you two would hit it off," I said, "and the whole experience did her a world of good I think." 

"So are you two heading back to Lake Placid?" Penny asked.

"Yup. We have today and tomorrow and then back to reality I guess." I said it quietly in her ear so Chrissy couldn't hear. She looked so happy, I didn't want to bring her down.

"I'll see you back in the city," Penny said to Chrissy.

She gave us each a kiss, and we got in the car and drove away. Chrissy smiled and closed her eyes contentedly.

"I have a wonderful new friend," she said.

It was a weekday morning with wide open empty roads, and we rocketed north, the Dino's engine singing it's sweet song. Chrissy was sprawled languidly across her seat, her eyes still closed, a lovely little smile lighting up her face. 

"You look happy," I said. 

"There's only one thing that would make me happier," she said, her eyes locking onto mine. 

She unbuttoned her dress down to her waist, put my hand on her big tits, and unfastened my shorts. I lifted my ass and she pulled them down enough for my quickly stiffening cock to spring out, and she lowered her head in my lap and engulfed me. 

The best week of my life was still getting better.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 09



After an enjoyable drive back from Penny's place in the old Ferrari, we arrived in the village of Lake Placid. We made our way out the East side of town towards Whiteface, and after a while came to the end of Chrissy's long driveway. As soon as we turned onto it we saw a small car approaching, with a mountain bike on a roof rack. 

"Oh my god it's Nicki!" Chrissy said, with some panic in her voice. "I completely forgot about her." 

A pretty young girl smiled and waved at us as she passed, and she turned her car around behind us and followed us back up the long driveway towards the house. Chrissy quickly explained. 

"She's my neighbor's daughter back home. She started school up here at Paul Smith's College last fall, and her mother told me she decided to stay in an apartment with some of her classmates in Lake Placid for the summer to work. We told she could use our hiking trails any time, to help keep an eye on the place. Oh my God, what'll I say to her!" 

We quickly came to the garage and didn't have much time to come up with a story. 

"Take a deep breath," I said. "You'll think of something."

Chrissy and I got out of the Ferrari and Nicki was right behind us, already stepping out of her car. 

"Hi Christine!" she said. "I saw your car when I got here, but there was no sign of you so I went for a ride on your trail and I was just heading home." She looked me over approvingly. "Who's this?" she asked with a slightly mischievous smile. 

Chrissy was noticeably nervous, and she fumbled her words badly. "This is my friend. He's . . . doing . . . some, some work here . . . on the house. He's . . ."

Nicki spared her any more pain by cutting her off. 

"Hi, I'm Nicki," she said to me, and she extended her hand out towards me with a big smile. 

"Very nice to meet you Nicki. I'm Steve."

She turned to Chrissy, who was barefoot and braless, and had a few too many buttons opened at the top of her dress.

"He's cute," she said with a smile.

Chrissy actually looked a little relieved. I think she knew from the look on Nicki's face that the game was up. Small talk ensued between them about Nicki's school and job, and I had a chance to look Nicki over. I figured since she had just started college she must be 18 or 19, and she looked every bit that young. She had long wavy blonde hair, pulled back in a thick loose ponytail, and a tight little body with smallish tits. Very healthy and athletic looking, and every bit the mountain college girl type, I thought. She had on skin tight light yellow bicycle shorts, and a skin tight light grey top made out of some sort of high tech fabric. It looked like it was painted on, and her small pointy nipples were easy to make out. Her face was very cute, with a winning smile, and big blue eyes. A very nice package all around. 

"You look beautiful," I heard her tell Chrissy. It was then that Chrissy realized her dress was unbuttoned too low and she was barefoot and looked way too sexy for the situation. She blushed and looked very nervous again. She fumbled with a button on her dress.

"Darn these things, they keep coming open," she mumbled.

Nicki laughed, and hugged Chrissy's arm.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret," she said. She paused and added, "I always had a feeling you were more interesting than you let on."

"Oh Nicki," Chrissy said, looking relieved, "I'm not usually like this. This is all new to me. Steve is . . . well . . ." and her voice trailed off. 

"I know he is," Nicki said, looking at me with a hint of young lust showing on her face. I felt flushed and hoped I wasn't blushing.

Nicki got a call on her cell phone and wandered over to her car and leaned on the side, facing away from us. It was my first good look at her tight little ass, and Chrissy caught me. 

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed quietly, "How can you think about that?" 

"How can I not think about that after the last couple of days?" I laughed. 

"Do you think she can keep a secret?" Chrissy asked me in a whispery voice. 

"You know her a lot better than I do," I said. "She holds all the cards at this point. You'd better be extra nice to her." 

"She's a very nice girl, and her mother is too," Chrissy said. "The three of us have spent quite a bit of time together at each others swimming pools and there's never any gossip. I think I feel like I can trust her. I guess I don't have any choice at this point."

Nicki got off the phone and walked over to us shaking her head. 

"Drama at the apartment," she said. "I've gotta get going, but I was hoping to talk to you about something Christine. Would it be all right if I come back a little later?" 

"Sure," Chrissy said. She thought for a moment and added, "Why don't you come for dinner. Seven o'clock okay?" 

"It's perfect," Nicki said, and her eyes twinkled as she hugged Chrissy. She gave me a wordless hug and trotted to her car. "See you later!" she yelled out the window with a big smile, and drove off. 

I looked quizzically at Chrissy. "What have you got in mind?" I asked.

"I'll feel better if I have a nice long conversation with her before I go home," she said. "I already feel better now though. I think I can trust her."

I cleaned up the Ferrari and reluctantly put it away. While I was doing that Chrissy drove into town to get groceries and wine. She came back and we got ourselves cleaned up and then she prepared one of her amazing dinners. Promptly at seven Nicki knocked at the door. She was wearing a small cotton sundress, not unlike the type Chrissy wears, but younger looking. Her hair was down, she had on a hint of youthful makeup, mostly on the eyes, and she looked striking. As she came in she kicked off her flip-flops and went barefoot the rest of the evening. When Chrissy saw her she kicked of her sandals. I've always loved the look of a barefoot woman wearing a dress, and I was enjoying watching the two of them. We had a glass of wine and eventually made our way to the dining room and Chrissy served up the food.

"So what are you majoring in at school?" I asked Nicki. 

"Culinary arts and food service management," she said proudly. "I want to open a restaurant in New York City and be rich and famous," she laughed. "I'm working at a restaurant in the village this summer. It's lots of fun. You know Christine, you're the reason I got into cooking. The lunches you made for mom and me at your swimming pool were very inspiring when I was younger." 

"Oh Nicki, that's so nice to hear," Chrissy said, smiling. "Maybe we should have invited ourselves over to your place tonight so you could cook for us." 

"I would love that!" Nicki said. "But it wouldn't be too great at my apartment. I swear it's like 'Animal House' over there half the time." We all laughed. 

"Sounds like my kinda place," I said.

"Oh my roommates would love to get their hands on you," Nicki said mischievously.

There was a pause in the conversation while we enjoyed the food and wine and then Nicki, with her eyes twinkling, looked at Chrissy. 

"So what's it like having a lover?" she asked matter-of-factly.

Chrissy choked a little on her wine and blushed. 

"I bet it's really hot..." Nicki said, her voice trailing off. 

Surprise and nervousness showed on Chrissy's face as she searched for an answer.

"I'm still a virgin," Nicki said, looking down at her plate. Chrissy and I were both stunned to silence by the raw confession. "All the attractive guys at school are taken. It's a small school. And here this summer, my roommates swoop in on anybody we meet out in the bars. They're all so over-sexed it's comical." She laughed as she said it, but there was sadness in her eyes.

"You haven't had a boyfriend at all?" Chrissy asked, sounding like a loving mother. 

"Yes, I had one," Nicki said, "We just broke up a few weeks ago. I knew right from the beginning he wasn't the one, but we had some fun, did a few things, but never . . . you know." 

"Be patient sweetheart," Chrissy said, "you'll know when it's right." 

Nicki looked down at her plate again. "That's just the thing. I was hoping maybe you guys could help me. I felt so safe and sexy from the moment I saw you two today. I've never felt that way before."

Chrissy looked at me, her eyes huge. She looked back at Nicki.

"Nicki, I don't think that would be . . . I mean what if . . . What would your mother think if she found out." 

"I thought about that earlier," Nicki said, "and actually I think she would think it was a great idea. I mean what could be a safer situation for me than with you two? And I'm on the pill." 

"Are you even old enough?" Chrissy asked. 

"I'm 19!" Nicky exclaimed. 

Chrissy looked back at me, eyes still huge and in shock, questioning me silently. I shrugged, but I'm sure my face gave away my interest in the idea. Chrissy just sat there for a moment looking lovingly at young Nicki.

"This is totally crazy . . . but I can't think of a reason to say no," Chrissy said. "Help me out here Steve." 

"Why would I do that?" I said.

Nicki's nervousness broke and she laughed a little, her eyes locking to mine. We gazed deep into each other.

"Oh my god..." Chrissy said.

"That's what she said," I said with a smile, and we all laughed nervously, Chrissy shaking her head in disbelief. 

Nicki reached into a pocket on her sundress and pulled out a joint. "I don't know if you guys smoke or not, but I thought it would help to relax me. My heart's just about jumping out of my chest right now." 

"We just smoked a little last night. I think it was Chrissy's first time," I said.

"Yes," Chrissy said. "It seems I'm rapidly descending into debauchery." We all laughed. 

I guess it was the first time Nicki had heard me call Chrissy by her 'new' name, and she looked at me with twinkling eyes.

"Chrissy! I've never heard her called anything but Christine. That's so sexy that you call her that!" 

She leaned over the table and lit the joint on a candle, took a deep drag, and passed it across to Chrissy. It wasn't as powerful as Johnny's weed, but we got plenty high by the time we'd finished it and another glass of wine, and we were all thoroughly buzzed and ready for anything. 

"Come with me sweetheart," Chrissy said to Nicki. "If we're gonna to do this I'm gonna get you ready. I've got some things you can try on." They left the room hand-in-hand and went upstairs. 

I cleaned up the dishes and thought about the sweet pleasures awaiting me, and after what seemed an eternity Chrissy came down to get me. 

"I didn't have much that fit her," she said, "but she looks amazing. You're in for a treat you lucky bastard. I'm still not sure if we're doing the right thing, but this whole situation's so hot I'm gonna fuck your brains out later." 

We kissed each other passionately, and then she looked me over. I had on a white linen shirt and dark jeans that fit me well. She completely unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my firm stomach and chest, and stood back and looked.

"Yes," she said as her eyes danced all over me. "Take off your shoes and socks." I did, and she said, "Take off your underwear and put your jeans back on." 

"Wow, you're really into this aren't you," I said with a laugh.

"I just want it to be perfect for her, to get her off on the right foot," she said as I was fulfilling her request. "I know first hand how it can effect your life if it goes badly." 

"Jeeze," I said, "nothin' like putting pressure on a guy to perform." 

"Don't sell yourself short." Chrissy said. "The more I think about it the more I know you're the absolute perfect man for this. She's a lucky girl." 

She stood back, gave me the once over, and kissed me again.

"Lets go," she said. "She's probably nervous as hell up there."

As we climbed the last flight of stairs to the sleeping porch Chrissy whispered in my ear. "Go slow, and be gentle." 

"You're not joining us?" I asked.

"No. I'm gonna wait right here," Chrissy whispered. She kissed me and sat down on the top step where she couldn't be seen. 

I walked into the room and there was Nicki, totally transformed into a young sex goddess. There were even more candles than before, 50 at least, fresh satin sheets on the bed, and Nicki sitting on the edge of it with her hands on her thighs. Her hair was brushed silky and flowed over one shoulder, and she was wearing nothing but a pure white garter belt and white silk stockings. When she saw me she straightened her back and stared into my eyes, looking nervous. 

"My God Nicki, you look incredible!" I said. 

She exhaled loudly and relaxed a bit. I walked to her, took her head in my hands and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing like we'd been doing it forever. I gently laid her back on the bed and kissed her nipples softly. They were already hard as pebbles when I walked in the room. Her breathing was getting loud and labored, and I could feel her heart pounding. 

"Relax sweetheart," I said quietly.

I slowly kissed my way to her belly button and down the wispy trail of blonde hair toward her lovely little pussy. She moaned deeply as my tongue traced a circle around it, and she opened herself up to me, spreading her thighs wide. I flicked my tongue around her tiny asshole and onto the smooth skin between it and her pussy.

"Shhiiiiitt!" she said, the word floating out on a deep exhale. 

My tongue entered her pussy at the bottom and slid through the tender folds slowly until I reached her clit. Her body quaked beneath my hands. 

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in a breathless whisper. 

I kept at it, her quaking body stiffened as her moans got louder, and she came quick and hard with her back arched high.

"Oh Steeeve!" she quietly cried in the sweetest little voice I'd ever heard. Her breathing was short, her eyes were wild, and she was primed and ready for the main event. 

Nicki sat up and we kissed, her sweet pussy juice mingling between our tongues. I stood and slipped off my shirt. 

"I didn't know it could be like that," she said. 

"That's just the appetizer sweetheart," I smiled.

Fire was smoldering in her eyes and she was hungry for more. She unzipped my jeans and pulled them down and my cock sprung up in front of her, rock hard and ready for her.

"Holy shit!" she said. 

She just sat there with wide eyes looking at it for a moment, exhaling loudly through her nose with her nostrils flaring, and then she attacked it with her hands and mouth. Her fellatio skills were rudimentary but it didn't matter, it felt wonderful, and I moaned loudly in approval. Hearing my vocal pleasure seemed to give her more confidence, and she was really going at it. 

She stopped to catch her breath and I pushed her back down on the bed and lifted her legs onto my shoulders. It was the moment of truth. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down through the folds of her flowery entrance, and back and forth over her clit. 

"Oh God! Put it in me!" she almost whispered. 

I gently tried to enter her small pussy, but couldn't make much headway. I didn't want to hurt her or scare her, so I took my time, but she got increasingly uncomfortable. I spit some saliva onto my hand and lubricated her pussy lips and my cock and tried again, with the same result. 

"It's not gonna work, you're too big!" she said, suddenly pulling away from me.

Her emotions overtook her and she started crying. I was trying to console her when I noticed Chrissy come quickly into the room. She was down to her bra and panties, the latter with a noticeable wet spot, and she looked a bit disheveled. She got on the bed and looked Nicki in the eye.

"It's okay sweetheart, it happens to everybody. He is big, but trust me, it'll fit. And when he's inside you you'll love it even more because it's so big. Trust me sweetheart, trust me. All us girls have been through it. It's only the first minute or two that's so difficult." 

She wiped away Nicki's tears and calmed her down. 

"Don't worry Nicki, it's gonna be wonderful," I said, and I kissed her softly. 

"I'll be right back," Chrissy said. "I've got an idea." 

She ran out and down the stairs. I cuddled Nicki and soon had her giggling and relaxed, with her hand on my cock. Chrissy ran back in, breathless from the three flights of stairs, with a bottle in her hand. It was olive oil.

"This is perfect," she said. "Look at the label." 

EXTRA VIRGIN, it read, and we all laughed. 

She handed it to me and started to leave. Nicki called after her.

"Stay with us." 

"Are you sure Nicki?" Chrissy asked.

Nicki reached out her hand to beckon her back to the bed. Nicki resumed her position at the edge of the bed, and Chrissy lay next to her and put her hand on Nicki's belly, circling her belly button. Nicki exhaled loudly when she felt the gentle touch, and her nostrils flared. I took the cue and dropped to my knees, repeating my oral exploration of Nicki's lovely little pussy and asshole. Chrissy's hand was slowly exploring Nicki's tits, and their eyes were locked together. I stood and drizzled olive oil on Nicki's sweet little pussy and gently rubbed it in. I drizzled some on Nicki's belly and tits, and Chrissy started to massage it all over her body. The heady aroma of olives was intoxicating. I poured some in my hand and rubbed it on my throbbing cock, and I lifted Nicki's legs up onto my shoulders once again. The lubrication worked wonders and I slid easily into her tight entry. 

"Are you okay baby?" I asked quietly.

She stared deep into my eyes and nodded, and with a quick thrust I was past her hymen. She let out a short scream, and then inhaled the words "Oh God!" as I pushed in my first four inches. She was unbelievably tight, and the sensation on my cock was intense. She grabbed for Chrissy's hand and squeezed it tight. Our eyes were still locked together, Nicki's as big as saucers and wild with desire. Ever so slowly I slid out a bit and then in, a half inch deeper each time, her eyes willing me in. I slowly fucked her, and her eyes rolled back in her head as I finally filled her with nearly the full length of me. She was totally silent, apparently holding her breath with her back arched off the bed. Finally she exhaled slow and deep, and then sharply inhaled and held her breath again. I've never felt such a vice-like pussy. She was so tight and the sensation was so intense I had to work hard to keep from cumming. I managed to hold on, but I needed Nicki to cum sooner rather than later. I had a feeling it wouldn't take much in her state, so I started gently massaging her clit with my thumb as I fucked her slowly. That was just what the doctor ordered. She got very vocal, moaning and squealing with abandon, and then she came in convulsing waves, her torso, back and shoulders arching in a rolling motion, over and over as the big orgasm swept through her. All through it she squeezed Chrissy's hand. Her deep orgasm contracted her pussy muscles even more and I felt like every nerve fiber in my body overloaded as I pulled out and shot my load on her belly, grunting so loud they must have heard me a mile away.

I reached for Chrissy's other hand and we stayed that way for a few minutes in silence until Nicki opened her eyes. She turned her head slowly towards Chrissy. 

"Now I understand," she said in a soft breathy voice. 

Chrissy smiled lovingly at her and Nicki looked back at me. 

"Thank you Steve. It was . . . everything . . ." she said, and her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes again. 

After a few more quiet moments Nicki slowly propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Chrissy.

"You're so beautiful," she said as she reached out and gently touched Chrissy's bra covered tits. "I'd like to see the rest of you." 

Chrissy reached behind herself, unclasped the bra and slid it down her arms revealing her magnificent tits in all their glory.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 09



"God those are..." Nicki said softly, and her voice trailed off again. She sat up, still looking at Chrissy. "Steve," she said, "look at how beautiful she is." 

"Yes she is, and so are you," I said as I sat down next to her. 

I took Nicki's face in my hands and kissed her lovingly. "The two most beautiful women in the world I think." 

"You gotta watch out for him, he's a sweet talker," Chrissy said, and the two girls giggled.

By that time it had started to rain lightly, and the sound of it on the metal roof over us was a soothing patter. There are wide roof overhangs so the room stayed dry, and the smell of summer rain mixed with candle smoke was intoxicating. 

Nicki was soon ready for more and had her hand on my cock. It responded by doubling in size, and she was fascinated by it. 

"He has a beautiful cock, doesn't he?" Chrissy said. 

Nicki looked like she was uncomfortable talking about it, so Chrissy encouraged her.

"Tell him what you think of it." 

"It's a beautiful . . . cock," Nicki said, her eyes darting up and down between it and my eyes as she said it, and the corners of her mouth curled up mischievously. 

"Thank you Nicki," I said softly, running my hands slowly over her. "I think you have a beautiful sexy body. I love your tits, they feel so good in my hands. And your hard nipples are incredibly sexy. You pussy looks so perfect, and it tastes like honey." 

Our words seemed to be a revelation to her, and she glowed with the new-found freedom of language, and the knowledge that her young body was so sexually appealing to me.

"You know," she said to me, "as soon as I saw you out in the driveway this afternoon I got tingly and my nipples got hard. I was a little embarrassed by it."

"Oh Nicki, I thought you looked incredibly sexy," I said. "You should be proud of the way you look. You're a gorgeous woman."

It was beautiful to watch her new-found confidence building. She hugged me and kissed me softly, and then wrapped her small hand around my hard cock again.

"Would you like Steve to fuck you again?" Chrissy said seductively. 

Nicki visibly trembled as the words hit her. Her breathing got quick and loud, and her nostrils flared again.

"Yes, please fuck me Steven," she said softly.

Chrissy orchestrated it this time, and had me lie on my back. "You need to get him ready," she said. "Use your tongue and kiss your way up the inside of his legs and then put his cock in your mouth and get it slippery." 

Nicki followed her instructions. 

"Now use your hand on it while you suck his balls into your mouth. Gently, they're very sensitive. Use your tongue on them, and then take them in your mouth." 

"Oh Nicki, that feels amazing," I said, moaning softly. 

"Now suck on his cock some more, and then, when you want to, get up and straddle him on your knees and guide his cock into you." 

Nicki was an A+ student, and soon I was at her tight entrance once again. This time we were able to work it in, a little at a time, without any extra lubrication. Nicki was no longer in need of the 'extra virgin' moniker, she was a woman now.

"Sit up and use your weight to help you down on it," Chrissy said. 

"Oh my God it feels...so...Oh yeah! Fuck!" she said softly as I started pumping very gently and slowly up into her. 

Soon I was all the way in and she lowered her upper body onto my chest, saying, "yes . . . yes . . . yes" with every slow thrust. Her mouth met mine and we kissed. She was moaning into my mouth with each thrust, and I was moaning into hers. Chrissy was behind her now, running her hands over Nicki's ass and arched back, and down around her sides onto her tits. She must have squeezed her nipples because Nicki reacted violently, breaking off our kiss with her head shooting back and her body tensing. I picked up the pace and gave her her first real fucking, and she came like gangbusters, screaming out as the wave of ecstasy rippled through her body. 

She collapsed on top of me, both of us slick with sweat in the humid night air. Chrissy lay beside us and massaged her softly, all the way down her back to the crack of her ass, which made Nicki moan deeply. We lay like that for quite a while and eventually Nicki fell sound asleep on top of me. I gently rolled her off, she moaned softly, and Chrissy got up and got a blanket that she had folded up in the corner. 

"We should blow out these candles," she said. 

Chrissy pulled the blanket onto Nicki's sexy young body, and we worked our way around the room blowing them out, all except for two by the bed. 

"You were wonderful with her," Chrissy said. "I think it was perfect. What I wouldn't give to go back in time and have you be my first..." 

"I think the term 'it was my pleasure' was made for this situation," I said, and we laughed quietly. 

We climbed quietly onto the bed, on top of the blanket, and Chrissy moved on top of me. We kissed for a while, and I started to get hard again. 

"Aren't you worn out?" she asked. 

I answered by pulling her panties aside and guiding my cock into her. I wasn't rock hard, so it was a slow entry, but it was very sexy and felt wonderful. We fucked slowly and silently next to Nicki as she slept. I brought Chrissy to a quiet but lovely climax, the first I had ever witnessed of hers that wasn't loud and earth shattering. 

"That was beautiful," Nicki said quietly. She had been watching. 

Chrissy and I got under the blanket, with Chrissy in the middle, and we all talked quietly for a while in the dim light. 

"How come you never had children Christine?" Nicki asked at one point.

There was a few moments of silence. "I did have a child. A beautiful little girl," Chrissy said, and tears welled up in her eyes. "She died when she was four. She'd be about your age now." 

Tears were shed by all three of us as we comforted Chrissy, and we talked deep into the night. The girls eventually fell asleep, I blew out the candles at the bedside, and I drifted off to dreamland with my head on Chrissy's bosom, thinking about all the magic she had brought into my life.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 10



Nicki and I woke alone in the bed to a bright sunny morning. The air smelled clean from the overnight rains, and songbirds were happily flitting around in the trees outside the big screened windows. Nicki's long blonde hair was messy and she looked very sexy, with a wonderful look of satisfaction on her smiling face. 

"Good morning lover," I said. 

"Oh Steve," she said softly, "you were so wonderful last night." She giggled a little. "I've been waiting years to say that to someone like you." 

We heard Chrissy come up the stairs and she entered carrying a tray with coffee and more of her homemade sticky buns. She had a wonderful happy glow about her. I was glad to see it after her sad revelation in the night.

We all sat on the bed and filled our hungry stomachs, me cross-legged and the girls with their legs curled languidly under them. We were all naked except for Nicki's white garter belt and stockings, which still looked ridiculously sexy in the morning light. I thought to myself how cool it would have been if they had turned from white to red last night when Nicki lost her virginity, like a sexual mood ring.

"Can you spend the day with us Nicki?" Chrissy asked. "I've thought of some more things it would be nice to teach you." 

Nicki's eyes got big and she exhaled sharply and her nostrils started flaring a little again. Her young hormones could be switched on effortlessly it seemed, and she was obviously excited by the idea of more sex with us. 

"Yes!" she said. "God, I'm so horny! Is that normal?" 

We assured her that it was, and that it was easily transferable, as she could see from my growing cock. She asked what time it was, and said she only had two hours before she had to leave for a lunch and dinner shift at the restaurant. 

"Damn that place," she said as she looked at my hardening cock.

Chrissy moved the tray to the floor and started teaching her surrogate daughter more about the ways of love. 

"I have two favorite positions," Chrissy said, "and if you initiate them, they'll make you a star with any man you're with. We'll start with those, and then if you'd like, I'd love to show you what it's like to be with a woman. I just learned myself two days ago, and it was so wonderful..." Her voice trailed of wistfully. 

"The best way to get a man deep inside you is to have him fuck you from behind," Chrissy said. "If he's big like Steve it feels unbelievable." 

"Get on your hands and knees," she instructed Nicki. "Oh that's nice, you look so sexy like that," she said, running her hand over Nicki's smooth ass. 

She certainly did. Wow what a beautiful little ass she had. I moved behind Nicki and kissed her perfect little pussy. 

"Ohhh! she gasped, loud enough to scare a few birds from the trees outside. I licked my way around her asshole and she squirmed with delight, and then I flicked my tongue repeatedly across her clit and really got her going. I got her tight little pussy as sloppy wet as I could to help my entry, and I got up on my knees and worked myself in. I entered easier than the first time. It was still slow but we were soon fucking beautifully, Nicki rocking back into me, meeting my thrusts like an old pro. We were both enjoying it immensely. 

"Now if you put your shoulders and head down on the bed he'll go even deeper," Chrissy instructed her. She did it and her moans sunk to a deep baritone. 

"It's... deep!..... so far inside me!" she exclaimed breathlessly, as if she was telling her teacher it was working as planned.

"God Nicki! Holy shit you feel good!" I said, barely able to hold myself together.

"When you feel yourself getting close to cumming," Chrissy said, "reach one hand back underneath you and fondle his balls." 

Our expert student waited a few moments and did it, and the feeling of her hand on me shot me into overdrive. Her incredibly tight pussy blew my mind again, and we both came together in a throbbing, pulsing mass of sexual energy. We collapsed on the bed gasping for breath.

"God I love that!" Nicki exclaimed breathlessly, and Chrissy smiled knowingly.

After some recovery and more coffee and sticky buns for energy, Chrissy continued with her lessons.

"Do you know what sixty-nine is?" she asked.

"I think so. I've seen it on porn," Nicki said, noticeably embarrassed. 

"Nothing to be embarrassed about sweetheart. That's where I learned everything. And all fairly recently I'm ashamed to say," Chrissy said, and Nicki looked surprised. "So you know what to do then. Lay your man down on his back. He doesn't have to be hard, it's actually fun to feel him get hard in your mouth." 

Nicki laid me down and ran her hands gently over my inner thighs.

"Okay," Chrissy continued, "now turn yourself around and swing your leg over his head and lower your pussy down to his mouth." 

"Oh my fuckin' God!" Nicki exclaimed as I put my hands on her hips and engulfed her entire pussy, sucking it into my eager mouth. 

I slid my tongue up to the tender spot between her pussy and asshole and she gasped and grabbed my cock. She needed no more instruction from Chrissy, and soon she was sucking the top two or three inches of me and stroking the rest of me with her hand. She noisily and sloppily sucked and moaned, and I concentrated on her clit because I felt I wasn't going to last long—I find the position incredibly hot, especially with a perfect nineteen year old ass in my face. She was quick to orgasm again, grinding her pussy hard onto my mouth, and I came again from the shear intensity of the situation. 

She rolled off of me, flopped on her back like a rag doll and looked up at Chrissy.

"Wow, I can see why you like that! she said. "That's so fucking hot."

We rested for a while, all curled up together on the big bed.

"When I watch porn," Nicki said, "the girls put the guys in their mouths a lot farther than me. Doesn't it make you, you know, like gag or something?" 

"It does at first," Chrissy said. "You have to practice. I couldn't do it either, so after my first encounter with Steve a few weeks ago I googled it and found lots of advice. I practiced with a banana and after a week I was an old pro." 

"You did that for me? Oh man, I'm gonna have to reward you for that later," I said, and the two girls giggled. 

"Let me show you," Chrissy said, taking advantage of the gentle stroking Nicki had been giving me. She took my half hard shaft in her mouth and when I grew to full length she let me slide deep into her throat, ending with her nose right against my belly. She pulled off with a loud exhale and looked proud of herself. 

"You see?" Chrissy said. "It just takes a little practice, and it feels so sexy to swallow him like that, and feel it throbbing. Gives me the tingles just thinking about it."

A few minutes later Chrissy looked lovingly at Nicki. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, but would you like to taste my pussy?" she asked.

"I've felt like I've wanted to kiss you all over ever since you took off your bra last night," Nicki said. 

Chrissy laid herself back languidly, and spread her legs. I decided to give the instructions this time.

"Start with her tits," I said. "It's amazing how sensitive her nipples are." 

Nicki took a big luscious tit gently in each hand and softly put her mouth on one, sucking in the large, dark nipple. 

"Oh you sweet girl!" Chrissy moaned. 

I took one of Nicki's hands and placed it on Chrissy's pussy, and she gently massaged it while alternating her mouth between nipples. It wasn't long before Chrissy looked and sounded like she would cum from that alone.

"Now lick your way down her belly." I said. "You can sixty- nine her if you want, like you did with me." 

She looked at me with a 'that sounds awesome' look on her face, and kissed her way into that most sexy position. Good Lord they looked incredible together! They kissed and licked each others pussies, both moaning deeply, and were soon going at it with fervor. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and I stroked my cock as I watched. After a while they rolled over and swapped top to bottom, with Chrissy on top, her magnificent tits pendulous beneath her. It wasn't long before they both came, with Chrissy having another one of her remarkably powerful orgasms. It was the first time Nicki had seen her go off so hard. 

"Holy shit! I can't believe I did that to you. That was so hot!" Nicki exclaimed.

They both laid there exhausted, their beautiful chests heaving.

I brought up more hot coffee, we wolfed down the rest of the sticky buns, and we lay around the big bed and talked. The subject of having two guys at once eventually came up. 

"Mmmm," Chrissy said dreamily. "I just experienced that the other day for the first time. One thick cock fucking me from behind, and Steve's big one in my mouth. It was heavenly." 

"Oh my God!" Nicki exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That just happened to you? Is that where you guys were yesterday? Oh my God... was it some kind of orgy or something?"

"Well, I guess it sort of was," Chrissy said, giggling a little, enjoying the thought of herself doing something so wickedly sexy.

"Who was the other guy?" Nicki asked excitedly. 

"He was this really sexy young musician," Chrissy said, and she told Nicki all about Penny and Johnny and our sex filled visit to the camp, complete with her wonderful version of our night of 'reefer madness'. Nicki was wide eyed and hanging on every word. After Chrissy finished her story Nicki shook her head in disbelief.

"You are the most amazing woman I've ever met," she said. "So what's Johnny's name, I'm dying to know if I've heard of him." 

Chrissy told her and Nicki screamed, "Oh my God! My roommates and I just saw him play last week in Saranac Lake! He's so fuckin' hot!"

Chrissy was astonished that Nicki knew of him. A little embarrassed at first, but then sort of proud of herself that she had been fucked by a sexy young guitar player. Nicki loved hearing about Johnny's prowess with his fat cock, and I have a feeling if he plays Saranac Lake next year he's gonna get a tap on his shoulder from Nicki. I tried to imagine Johnny's fat cock in Nicki's incredibly tight pussy. Wow.

Chrissy and Nicki were telling each other deep secrets now, and Chrissy got around to telling her about her sexless marriage, and the fact that she hadn't had a real orgasm until that very week. She told her that was why she agreed to have her join us in our bed, because she didn't want that kind of sexless life to happen to her. Nicki hugged her, and said she was afraid her mother was in the same situation, because her father wasn't home much and had other women on the side. Chrissy said she suspected that about her mother. Chrissy looked at me intensely, her eyes darting side-to-side between mine. I had a feeling I knew what was on her mind.

"Your mother's such a sweet girl," Chrissy said to Nicki. 

"I've never heard her called a 'girl' before," Nicki giggled.

"Well," Chrissy said, "she's quite a bit younger than me." 

"No way!" Nicki said, looking astonished. Then she shook her head and said, "I can't believe that. You're ageless." 

After a few moments Chrissy said, "Did you know Steve has a handyman business? That's how we met." 

Nicki started giggling hysterically as she thought about it, and her eyes twinkled. "So you work in beautiful lonely women's houses? And fix their problems? Oh, that's just the juiciest, hottest thing I've ever heard in my life." 

"I was thinking about your mother," Chrissy said.

Nicki instantly stopped giggling and I could see her furiously thinking. 

"But what about you Christine, would you want to share him?" she asked. "Oh...what about me...?" Her voice trailed off and her eyes got big. 

"Well, that's the only thing wrong with the idea," Chrissy said. "I'll gladly and proudly share him, but it would be completely up to you. I know it could be very awkward for you after what's happened between you and Steve. I'll tell you though, I feel like Steve is the most wonderful and trustworthy man I've ever met, and I have no doubt he would keep your secret." 

"I won't tell a soul about what's happened here Nicki," I said. "This was just between the three of us, just like I'm sure you won't ever tell a soul about Chrissy and me being together here." 

Nicki thought hard about everything, and said to Chrissy, "You know, I'll bet Steve would be the best thing that ever happened to her. How could I say no to that?" There was love in her eyes and she embraced us both.

"Oh my God what time is it?" Nicki said, looking startled.

She was thoroughly late for work and quickly got on her cell phone. She looked at us and held a finger to her lips.

"Hi Mr. Dean? This is Nicki . . . I know, I'm very sorry. I was on a trail ride this morning and my bike broke. There was no cell signal for the phone, and I had to walk back out of the woods . . . okay . . . Yes, I'll be there in forty-five minutes. Thank you." 

"Wow, that was impressive," I said with a laugh.

"I guess I'm 'rapidly descending into debauchery' too," Nicki giggled, and we all laughed. 

We walked her out to her car and she hugged us both tightly. She and Chrissy were both misty-eyed.

"I don't even know what to say. This was just so . . . beyond my dreams." She hugged me again. "I hope we're together again someday," she said quietly in my ear. 

She hugged Chrissy again, a long wordless hug full of meaning, and then got in her car and drove off down the long driveway waving her hand out the window.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 11



After another day-and-a-half of no cares in the world bliss with Chrissy at the lodge, we very reluctantly started to close the place up. We put away lawn furniture, packed up her cooler with unused food, and, saddest of all, closed up the old wooden shutters up in the sleeping porch. It seemed such a shame to have such a wonderful old mountain lodge go unused for so much of the year, not to mention the two incredible cars that sat silent in the carriage house garage. 

We had gone for a long drive in the old Aston Martin DB4 the previous day, burning up the back roads and reveling in the deep bark and strong pull of its engine. It was thrilling. I insisted Chrissy drive for a while, and watching her skill at handling that manly old sports car was a powerful aphrodisiac. We stopped along a hardly ever used road, she bent over the warm hood and I fucked her right out there in the open, secretly hoping some dude would drive by and see how lucky I was, balls deep in a spectacular woman on the hood of a half-million dollar car. I was delighted to find that Chrissy hadn't worn underwear under her summer dress that day, surely anticipating just such an opportunity.

When we were getting close to having the old lodge closed up Chrissy looked desperately sad.

"I'm not enjoying this," she said.

As we were loading up our vehicles Nicki pulled in the driveway, all smiles. We hugged and she excitedly told us that her new-found confidence had already gotten her a date with a cute boy, and she wanted to thank us again for helping her. 

"I feel like I'm a woman now," she said, and she hugged Chrissy and me tightly.

After Nicki left we finished packing up. We locked up the lodge and the carriage house, Chrissy armed the security alarms, and we embraced on the big front porch. We sat down on the steps side by side, talked about what an extraordinary week it had been, and cautiously talked about the future. 

"You know," she said, "I don't think I'm the kind of person who can have a steady affair with someone while I'm married. It just doesn't seem fair to my husband, and I'd be wracked with guilt every day. Not that this week was fair to him of course, but something more regular and steady, like every week or more, just wouldn't sit right with me. He does do a lot for me after all, even though certain things are missing in our marriage." 

"I absolutely understand that," I said. "Not that I wouldn't love to have you all to myself of course." 

"I can't believe the difference you've made in my life," she said. "I really feel like a completely new woman. Unbelievably so, from where I was three weeks ago. I guess I really don't know . . . I mean who knows how that'll make my life play out in the future. Maybe things will be very different for me, I don't know." 

"Life's an interesting ride, that's for sure," I said. "Three weeks ago all this would have been a crazy, ridiculous fantasy for me, and yet it all happened, it all came true . . . it's been incredible Chrissy. You've changed my life too. But if it's all over today, I can live with that, if that's what you need. I won't be happy about it, but I can live with it. I don't know if a day'll go by that I won't think about you though." 

"No, no, no! I couldn't live with that, never seeing you again!" she said. "I can't even fathom that at this point. It just can't be, like an affair, where we sneak around to see each other two or three times a week. I guess that's what I'm trying to say." 

"Well," I said, "I'm very glad to hear you say that because I lied before, I could never live with it being all over today. I'll take any few minutes you want to give me, any place, any time. A walk in the park, five minutes sitting together in a coffee shop, anything." 

We embraced and kissed long and soulfully. 

"You are the sweetest man," she said, and then she paused, looking me in the eye. "I've been thinking a lot about Nicki's mother. Her name's Alicia, but we call her Ally. She's very nice, I like her a lot. She really is very lonely and sad I think. Life's got her down, especially lately. I don't know why, but I never thought about the cause. I guess I thought she suffered from depression or something. She puts on a good act, but I've seen her when she's down and it's very sad. Now that I know about Nicki's father's affairs it all makes sense. I always thought he was a jerk, I never liked him. I guess what I'm getting at is I really would like to share you with her, if you're interested of course. I'm not saying you have to give her the full monty like this unless you want to, but if she just had a sexy male friend, or even just one encounter. I know how special you can make a woman feel." 

Chrissy was looking deep into my soul with her twinkling, loving eyes. 

"Well, you know me," I said, "I do love to fuck." 

"You asshole!" she said, laughing, and she punched me in the arm. 

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," I said laughing. "But yeah, well, as you know I kinda love women, and as long as you're okay with it. And Nicki seemed to like the idea too, so . . . yeah . . . how do you want to do it? Jeeze, I guess I like playing with fire—getting involved with rich married women with husbands who can afford expensive lawyers . . . and expensive hit men," I laughed. 

"I wouldn't worry about that with these guys," she said.

"Well, I hate to say it," I said, "but if you're going to make your cocktail party tonight you'd better get going. I have a feeling you're gonna knock all the guys dead with your new-found sexiness tonight. I'd love to see it." 

"We'll be in touch right?" I said as we walked to her car. "Not just about Ally, but about us?" 

"Yes," she said, "I'll call you. Maybe not 'till next week though, I need to force myself to separate from you a bit. It won't be easy." 

We embraced and kissed. It was like something out of an old movie, on the tarmac in World War II, and then she got in her silver Mercedes and drove away. 

————————

On Monday morning I had a message on my voicemail.

"Hi, this is Ally Clarke . . . I'm Christine's friend . . . I was hoping you could come by and give me an estimate on some work I need to have done . . ." 

Chrissy hadn't contacted me about it, and I didn't want to risk contacting her, so I decided to call Ally back and make an appointment and play it by ear. It turned out we were both free that morning, so I went right over. 

It was another huge house similar to Chrissy's, on the far side of a circular block they both backed up to. As I was soon to see, the neighborhood backyards all met in the middle, like pieces of pie, with large fancy fences and lots of mature trees and landscaping for privacy. Ally had a big swimming pool like Chrissy's—I'm guessing all the yards had one, but they were nicely private. I pulled in the driveway and went to the door and Ally answered. 

The resemblance between she and Nicki was uncanny, and it threw me for a loop for the first few minutes. I had to be careful not to mention Nicki. Ally walked me inside, and then out to the pool patio, showing me some old light fixtures on the back of the house that she wanted changed. She had already purchased the new ones and showed me the boxes. 

"Oh sure, these'll work fine," I said. "I can do it today if you want. Probably take me two or three hours." 

She was thrilled and I brought in my ladder and tools and got started. As I started to work I surveyed the scene. It was a gorgeous pool and backyard, with lots of trees and only one of the neighbor houses slightly visible. I had a feeling it might be Chrissy's, but I wasn't sure. 

After a little while Ally emerged from the house with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses. She had changed into a white bikini, with a flowing semi-transparent cover-up. She breezed past me on her way to some chaise lounges at the pools edge.

"Would you like a cold drink?" she asked.

What is it with white bathing suits around here, I thought. Had she and Chrissy planned this? I was beginning to think so. 

I walked over and sat on the chair next to her, and she handed me a glass of lemonade. The sun was on us and it felt wonderfully warm. 

"Would you rather sit in the shade?" she asked. 

"No, the sun feels nice," I said.

"Good," she said. "I need to work on my tan. I feel like I've been a hermit this summer." She paused and added, "It's nice to have someone to sit out here with." 

She slithered out of her cover-up, and presented her bikini clad body to the sun gods. She really was a dead-ringer for Nicki. They could easily pass as sisters I thought, as Ally looked younger than her years. She had the same wavy blonde hair, the same petite, athletic body, and the same small pointy nipples, which were noticeably aroused. She looked delicious.

We sat and enjoyed the sun for a while, making small talk. 

"I always feel nervous hiring people to do work for us," she said, "but you come highly recommended by Christine, so I'm glad I found you. It'll be good to have someone I can count on." 

She told me a bit about her friendship with Chrissy.

"That's her house right over there," she said, nodding at the only partially visible house to be seen. "I don't have many friends, but Christine's been wonderful to my daughter and me." 

"Yes," I said, "she seems very nice." 

There was along pause. "Well, I better finish up those lights," I said. "Thanks for the lemonade." 

I climbed back up the ladder on the back of the house. It was angled so I had a nice view of Ally without being too obvious. A few minutes later she walked into the house, her ass wiggling beautifully, and then she came back out talking quietly on her cell phone, and she poured herself beautifully onto the lounge. Every move she made was sexy. She talked a few minutes and put the phone down. She stood up, dropped the back of the lounge chair flat, and climbed on laying face down, sticking her little ass up in the air as she wiggled around to get comfortable. It was starting to feel like an obvious show for my benefit, and I was enjoying it immensely. 

I felt more confidant about making a move when she reached around her back and undid the tie on her bikini top. She let it fall to her sides and turned her head, so instead of looking away from me as she had been, she was now looking right at me. I made sure that she caught me looking at her a few times as I hurriedly finished the last light fixture. I quickly cleaned up the empty boxes and my tools, and I walked toward her. She watched me approach but didn't move or say anything until I was right next to her. 

"Could you put some lotion on my back?" she said calmly. "I think I'm starting to burn." 

"My hands are kinda dirty," I said.

She lifted herself on her elbows exposing her small tits, looked deep into my eyes and said, "I like dirty." Her nostrils flared just like Nicki's do when she's horny. 

I knew all I needed to know. Our eyes locked and I sat down beside her. She lowered herself back down, I squeezed lotion onto her, and her breathing got louder and shorter. I rubbed the lotion into her back and sides and then started on her legs. She spread them slightly as I worked, giving me access to her inner thighs. As my hands slid high up her thighs toward her crotch she arched her back and lifted her ass a little. She moaned softly as I undid the ties on the sides of her bikini bottom, pulled it out from under her, tossed it aside, and untied the last remaining tie at her neck. I rubbed some lotion onto her ass, just grazing her pussy with my final stroke. She lifted her head and looked back at me hungrily, her eyes on fire, completely naked in the blistering noonday sun. 

I gazed lustily into her eyes. "I'm burning too," I said. "Would you like to do me?" 

In a flash we were both tearing at my clothes, just about ripping them off. It was clear this woman needed me, and needed me bad. It was also clear this was a 'Fuck me now!' situation, foreplay be damned. 

My shirt was off in a flash and she let out a low grunt-like laugh when my big cock sprang free, rock hard and ready. I kicked my shorts off over my work boots, grabbed her small body almost violently by the hips, placed her on her hands and knees on the lounge, and plunged into her from behind. 

"Oh God! Yeah!" she yelled, as she rocked back into my thrusts like a bucking bronco. I took her arms by the elbows and pulled her upper body up off the lounge, and I thrusted into her with all the speed and force I could muster, a rapid-fire pummeling that made her fly. It was as rough and raw as I've been with a woman in a long time, and she loved every second of it. Before long we were at a simultaneous crescendo, and her little body convulsed with sexual energy and a low crying moan that seemed to echo off the trees. I unloaded deep inside her with a mighty roar.

We were still recovering, glistening with sweat from the hot sun and breathing heavy when her phone buzzed. She picked it up and looked at it and let out a tiny giggle, her eyes darting up to mine mischievously. She tried to contain her giggle but couldn't. 

"What's going on?" I said with a curious look on my face. 

She handed me her phone. It was a text from Chrissy.

2 MUCH FUN!!! 

THATS 2 HOT 4 DAYTIME!!! 

U GO GIRL!!! 

I couldn't help but smile, and Ally laughed. While I was still holding the phone another text came in. 

UH OH BUSTED

HI STEVE

DIDNT I TELL U SHE WAS GR8? 

"Is she here?" I asked Ally inquisitively. 

Ally, still giggling and looking embarrassed, pointed to the only house visible through the trees. All you could see of it was a few upstairs windows, and there, standing on a small balcony, was Chrissy. It looked like she had a pair of binoculars up to her eyes, and she was wearing her white bathing suit. 

I burst out laughing and Ally did too. 

Ally said she was very nervous about meeting me, and Chrissy hatched a plan to coach her through it. She said the phone call right before she undid her bikini top was from Chrissy too. 

"After we came up with the plan we went shopping," Ally said. "She insisted I buy a white bikini, and she bought binoculars and a small telescope. She's got it up there in the window." 

Ally had that cute mischievous twinkle in her eyes again. "I hope you're not mad," she said sheepishly. 

"Mad?" I said, "Are you crazy?" I pushed another lounge next to hers and snuggled next to her. 

After a few silent minutes she said, "That was the best sex I've ever had in my life. I didn't know I could still do that to a man." 

"It seems you bring out the primal in me," I said, and as I kissed her softly.

She kissed me hard. "Stand up Steve," she said. "I haven't tasted a man in years." 

She engulfed my cock in her small smiling mouth, and we made love by the pool for hours. Ally seemed quite comfortable being watched, and I'm sure Chrissy enjoyed the show.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 12



Just like Chrissy, Ally had a huge amount of sexual energy pent up from years of living with an inattentive, philandering husband. Our powerfully primal first fuck left no doubt of that. But she, like Chrissy, didn't feel comfortable with a full-on, see each other often kind of affair. So we played it the same as Chrissy and I did — every two weeks or so I'd get a phone message from one of them, and go to their house and do a little job. With Chrissy, she'd give me an awesome blow-job, and then she'd meet me at my place after I finished my work and we'd make love like crazy. With Ally, I fucked her silly in every room of the house except the master bedroom. We often did it near a window with Chrissy watching us through her telescope, sending us hilarious text messages when we were through. But gradually Ally got bolder and wanted to get out of the house a bit, and I quickly discovered she liked having sex in risky places. Who knows, maybe it was Chrissy watching us that got her into the idea. 

Her husband was literally never around, his work and his mistress kept him completely occupied. It was rough on her before I came into her life—she told me about some really dangerous bouts with depression—but she was very much on the upswing, and as she got more confident in her sexuality she didn't seem to care whether her marriage survived or not. So we started going out on the town together now and then, mostly live music events in small clubs. They were the kinds of places her husband's friends wouldn't be caught dead at anyway. 

I'm a music nut and go out a lot, but Ally hadn't seen live music since before she got married over twenty years ago. She quickly realized she loved the scene, especially dirty dancing with me to a rockin' blues band in a sweaty club. She dressed hot and was super sexy in those situations, and I was often the envy of every guy in the joint. We'd do shots and occasionally get high, and the horniness level was off the charts as we danced. I'd be rock hard after her first gyration, and it was off to the races. As time went on we got bolder and at some point in the night I'd try and get her off somehow, usually with my fingers—she loved having an orgasm right on the dance floor—but we even managed to fuck one time with her sitting on my lap in a dark booth, and it sent us on a quest to do that kind of thing more often. It was crazy, and a huge rush for both of us.

I got a lot more work in Chrissy and Ally's neighborhood that summer from people who saw my truck around. They were all very wealthy homeowners, so my prices went up and I felt like I was rolling in the dough for a change. I'm not one to save my money so I bought a super cool old Airstream trailer, one of the smaller ones that's easy to tow around. I did a little work to fix it up, and Ally and I decided to break it in at a smallish weekend long music festival a little ways north of here. It's the kind of festival that's mostly early twenties hippie kids and older Dead Head types — lots of tie dye and dreadlocks and drugs. I had been a couple times before, but this would be my first time camping there. 

We set-up on a Friday afternoon, strung up some battery powered twinkle lights under the trailer's awning, and mixed up a pitcher of margaritas. The music kicked off soon after, and there was lots of sexy dancing going on so we fit right in. After the first band finished we were already horny as hell, so we walked hand-in-hand back to the trailer for a quick fuck. A cute young girl was following us, and when we got to the trailer she caught up to us.

"I was watching you guys dance. I hope I'm as sexy as you when I get older," she said.

"Oh, you're sweet, but have you looked in the mirror lately? I don't think you'll have any problem in that department," Ally said. "What do you think Steve?" 

"Yup," I said, looking the girl over and zeroing in on her jiggly bra-less tits. "About as sexy as it gets." 

We offered her a margarita, she had a joint in the pocket of her long hippie dress, and before long we were all high and naked on the bed. Her name was Peep, at least that's what she said her friends called her, and she was 19. I wouldn't call her over-weight, but she had more soft squishy flesh on her than Ally, and she had the most amazing cone-shaped nipples I've ever seen. Her skin was deeply tan, with a milky white ass and big milky white tits. Her shape made a wonderful contrast to Ally's little gymnast-like body, and I was in hippie heaven. Seeing how eagerly Ally took to a threesome made me wonder why Ally and Chrissy and I had never gotten together. Peep and Ally and I spent the whole festival weekend together, dancing like sex fiends in front of the stage, and fucking our brains out in the trailer. It was a wild weekend and Ally loved it.

After a month or so passed Ally found out about Nicki losing her virginity with Chrissy and me at the lodge. Nicki told her all about it, and just as Nicki suspected, Ally was pretty cool with it. Ally told me at first it shocked her, but after she had a long talk with Chrissy about why it happened and how it happened, she realized it was a safe and loving place for Nicki, and she actually seemed grateful.

Soon after that I ran into my friend Penny at a local blues bar, and we went outside for a chat.

"I got an email from Johnny," she said. 

"Oh, how's he doin'?" I asked. "He's probably somewhere warm already."

"Actually he's playing in Albany next Friday, and he asked if any of us could get together this weekend," Penny said. "He's got a few days free and he's willing to drive anywhere. I'd really love to have another party at the camp before winter settles in. Makes me horny just thinkin' about it." 

"Count me in," I said. 

She said her friend Mary couldn't make it, which disappointed me. Mary's powerfully sexual voluptuousness gives Chrissy a run for her money, and I've always had a thing for redheads. Mary pushes all my buttons for sure.

"I'd love to have one or two more people join us. God, I could get an orgasm just thinkin' about it," she said, and her body trembled a bit. 

I discretely told her a little about Ally, and she loved the idea. I cautioned her I wasn't sure if Ally would be into it, but that Chrissy and I would talk it up. 

The next day I contacted the girls. I already knew Chrissy would want to go if she could, and Ally was very into it too, without hesitation. 

The day after that Ally called me, and sounded disappointed. Nicki had just called her—she and her boyfriend were coming down for the weekend, their first weekend off together in a long time, and Nicki wanted to spend time with her mom. I was half tempted to say, 'Why don't they join us at Penny's', but I thought that would be pushing things, so I told her I was disappointed too, and I was sure we could do it next summer. She was unhappy when we said goodbye.

The next day she called me, sounding happy again, and what she said really surprised me. She told me Nicki had gotten out of her why she seemed sad, and I think there was much phone calling between Chrissy and Nicki, and Nicki and Ally. It turned out that Nicki and her boyfriend wanted to join us at Penny's and Ally seemed very okay with it. I couldn't believe it and even tried to talk her out of it, but she and Nicki were talking very freely about sex at that point and she said Nicki and her boyfriend were exploring new things, and they all had decided they really wanted to experience something like Penny's party, together. 

"Jesus Ally," I said over the phone, "do you really want me fucking your daughter right in front of you? You know very well it might happen." 

"She told me how loving you and Chrissy were to her. And I know first hand how loving and caring you are to Chrissy and me. I think it might be beautiful to watch." 

"Wow," I said. "You are somethin' else. You realize I'm getting horny right now, right?" 

"Ooo!" she said. "What are you wearing? Have you got your cock in your hand?" We laughed away the nervousness.

Of course Penny was over the moon with delight when I called her and explained it all to her. "Can you handle seven people up there?" I asked. 

"Are you kidding baby? I'll go up tomorrow and knock out a wall if I have to," she said, and we laughed. 

The Autumn Orgy at Camp Heaven was on.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 13



Excitement was in the air as I drove Ally and Chrissy up to Penny's camp. There was lots of laughter in the car, but when we reached the long dirt road things got quieter. Ally was nearly silent as we drove those final six miles into the deep woods, no doubt contemplating what a weekend long orgy with her daughter and daughter's boyfriend would be like.

Penny was unloading supplies from her Subaru when we pulled in to the parking spot next to her. We were the first guests to arrive. Penny and Chrissy had a big hug and I introduced Penny to Ally. They hit it off immediately, Ally relaxed noticeably, and we all gathered everything up and hiked the half mile trail to the camp. 

When we got there I presented Penny with a gift. On my photo printer I had made a nice professional looking sign that read FIRST ANNUAL AUTUMN ORGY. It had a likeness of the camp with smoke curling out of the chimney, and CAMP HEAVEN, NEW YORK at the bottom in smaller print. Penny absolutely flipped, like a kid at Christmas, and she proudly pinned it up on the front door. 

I gave Ally a quick tour, and then she and Chrissy helped Penny get ready while I got a nice fire going outside in the firepit. 

Johnny showed up next, with his duffel bag and guitar case, and Chrissy introduced him to Ally. Ally seemed a bit shy, but you could tell she was quite taken with him. 

Penny had decided she didn't want anyone using the steep, dangerous ladder to the sleeping loft, so she had Johnny and me bring down the two twin mattresses and some extra blankets and towels she had stored up there, and then she had us carry in the sleeper couch from the porch—it would be too cold to use it out there that time of year. We managed to get all the beds set-up in the relatively small one room cabin. It was a tight squeeze and it would be an intimate night, but that was just what Penny wanted. 

Soon after we got things arranged Nicki and her boyfriend walked in off the trail, with a backpack and a large shoulder slung cooler full of homemade food. Nicki introduced us to Bix. He was a very good looking young guy, with a slim build, a long blonde dreadlock ponytail, a Phish t-shirt, long baggy shorts and sandals. He and Nicki made a perfect couple, and they looked very comfortable together. 

Penny made an announcement to everyone that made my day — Mary was going to be able to make it after all, but not until the following afternoon. "So," she said, "if you see a stunning redhead emerge naked from the forest, you won't be dreaming."

By the time everyone had arrived it was late in the afternoon, and we shared stories and small talk and drinks around a big campfire. The girls broke out some delicious food, and we feasted like kings. It was a spectacular setting, with richly colored fall foliage in its full glory. 

Darkness descends early that time of year, and it quickly got frosty cold. The warmth from the fire wasn't keeping up, so we went inside. Penny had the wood stove going and the little camp was toasty warm. We all took places around the big round table and did shots of tequila. 

After a round of shots Penny took charge. "Why don't we loosen up our clothing and get more comfortable. Open our shirts, take of our pants . . . that might be a good start. We want to ease into the evenings activities." 

There was much commotion and giggling from the girls as we followed her instructions. Ally was the only one without a flannel shirt (it's the Adirondack uniform that time of year), and she completely unzipped the tight sweater jacket she had on, revealing a tiny lacy bra. Penny was bra-less, which I had noticed as soon as we arrived, and she made sure her shirt opened wide but still covered her hard nipples. Nicki was bra-less too, and she looked super sexy in her open shirt and panties, barely hiding her nipples as Penny did. Chrissy's huge handfuls looked particularly fetching, oozing out of a tiny see-through black lace bra, her black and white plaid flannel shirt open all the way down to her black lace panties. A lumberjack's wet-dream for sure. 

Before Johnny threw his pants to the side, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a little plastic bag and poured a bunch of little blue pills on the table. 

"Oooh! Boner pills! Looks like were not going to get much recovery time girls," Penny said. And then in a deep voice she mimicked the TV commercial — "If your erection lasts longer than four hours . . . just fuck me for more than four hours fer chrissakes!" 

She burst out laughing at her own joke, and we all laughed hysterically. Johnny and I both swallowed a little blue pill. Nineteen-year-old Bix would probably do fine on his own.

Penny asked Johnny to play his guitar for us. "Play standing up in the kitchen, like you're playing us a show." 

I turned off the music, and he got his guitar, adjusted the strap and tuning, leaned back against the kitchen counter and started fingerpicking a beautiful slow ballad. It was really lovely. We were all mesmerized as he started singing, and soon we realized it was a song about our time there earlier in the summer, a song about four lovers sharing each other at a secluded mountain cabin. "We laid back in the soft moonlight . . . and gave in to the pleasures . . . of a warm . . . summer night," he sang. 

When it was over Penny was overcome with joy. 

"Johnny that's amazing," she said, and she wiped a tear from her cheek. 

"I told you I was gonna write something," he said. "It's a bit racy for some audiences. I have to pick the right crowd for that one. It's been going over really well though."

Johnny started to take off his guitar when Penny stopped him. "Play somethin' faster, let's kick this party off." 

"GET THIS PARTY STAR-TED!" I whooped, pumping the air above my head with my open hands and looking like a complete dork. 

Everyone laughed at me, and Johnny launched into Michael Jackson's 'Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'. 

"YEAH!" Penny yelled, and she arched her back and slid off her open flannel shirt, finally giving us the full reveal of her lovely naked tits and hard nipples. She slithered off her chair and crawled away from us on her hands and knees toward Johnny, her pussy slightly visible through her thin panties. She looked sexy as hell, and I could sense the collective temperature going up around the table, particularly among the first-timers. The sexual tension was thick.

Penny reached Johnny and pulled down his boxer shorts and sucked his cock into her mouth. There was much whooping from the audience, everyone clearly enjoying the show. When he was fully hard he had to stop singing and just banged out the chords in rhythm to his thrusts into Penny eager mouth. The music fell apart as he came, and we all applauded. He put his guitar down and Penny stood and kissed him. I turned the music back on and poured another round of tequila shots. The party was on.

"Johnny, do you remember last time, when we got things going with a nice show for Steve and Chrissy? You wanna do it again for everybody?" Penny asked. 

"Sure," he said. 

We were all sitting at a large circular table, and I could see she wanted to use it so I scooped everything off to the sides, assisted by the others. Penny stripped off her panties, climbed onto the table on all fours and lowered her shoulders, ass in the air. It was way too high for Johnny to fuck, so he buried his face in her ass and pussy, making her squirm with delight. We all reached out and caressed her. She raised herself up so we could fondle her dangling tits, and her body was electric to our touch. 

Eventually she changed position, laying on her back with her legs on Johnny's shoulders, and his big fat cock slid into her. They fucked beautifully, and our hands roamed all over Penny's body. We put a pillow under her head and some of us stood and bent over her, sucking on her tits and kissing her deeply as she moaned. It appeared to be an almost overwhelming experience for her, and she came like I've never seen her cum before. What a way to start things out.

"God how I love that fat cock Johnny," Penny said as she regained her sanity. She took a few deep breaths, rolled her head to the side and looked at Nicki's petite, gymnast like body." That things going to split you right in two honey." 

Nicki exhaled loudly and her chest heaved. Her nostrils flared in anticipation as she looked at Johnny with wide eyes.

The few pieces of clothing that were left on any of us were quickly shed, and the first to pair off were Nicki, Bix and Ally, Ally leading them to a mattresses on the floor. Ally gently pushed Bix down on his back and sucked his hard cock into her mouth, with Nicki at his side holding his hand. His cock was at least as big as my eight inches, with a prominent upward curl. The ladies were going to enjoy him. 

After a few minutes he beckoned Ally forward. She straddled his head and ground her pussy on his mouth, both of them moaning loudly. Nicki mounted his cock, and she leaned forward and kissed her mother's back. Ally leaned forward and put her shoulders to the mattress, and Nicki was able to get her tongue on Ally's pussy, helping Bix lick her. 

Bix was pumping his cock up into Nicki and it was all to much for him—he came very quickly. I can't say I blame him, with his super hot girlfriend and her super hot mother all over him like that. Nicki didn't cum, but Ally did, grinding hard on Bix's face with a loud scream. 

I wanted to help Nicki get there, but Johnny beat me to her. He had been eyeing her ever since she arrived, obviously quite taken with her petite young charms. Johnny looked at Bix and got a nonverbal okay. 

Bix and Ally climbed onto the old brass bed right next to them and watched as Nicki stuck her ass in the air for Johnny, cooing softly. She had already been fucking Bix, so Johnny was able to get into her tight little pussy, but it took a bit of work, Nicki wide eyed at the sensation of being stretched fuller than ever before. 

Soon Johnny was fully in and fucking her proper, slowly picking up the pace. Nicki was more vocal than I've ever heard her, screaming loud at the deep thrusts of his fat cock, and yelling for Johnny to give it to her. Her screams built to ear piercing shrieks and she came like a freight train, Johnny right there with her, cumming hard deep inside her. It was a sight to see.

"Damn, Johnny!" Penny exclaimed. "Next time you're here I'm gonna have to pass out earplugs for chrissake," and we all laughed. 

The night wore on with more sexual couplings than I can recount. Eventually we were all pretty exhausted, and we slept like babies curled up in each others arms.

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The next day was spectacularly beautiful, with a deep blue sky and puffy white clouds accenting the colorful fall foliage. After a chilly morning it warmed up enough to swim in the pond, it's water feeling surprisingly warm. There was much washing up down there, freshening our sticky bodies before the next round of carnal bliss, and of course some sexual antics in the water as well. 

At one point, when there was no one down there, Chrissy said, "Why don't you go down by the pond, I'll be down in a few minutes." I went down and stretched out on a lounge chair and closed my eyes in the sunshine.

"I've got a present for you," I heard Chrissy say as she approached about ten minutes later. Chrissy held Nicki's hand as they walked over to me, smiled, and then she turned and walked back up to the others. Nicki stood there looking like a vision, wearing the same white garter belt and stockings she had on when she gave me her virginity that beautiful night two months before. 

"Nicki!" I said. "I've dreamt of seeing you like this again. You look stunning!" I paused, drinking in her youthful beauty. "I don't know why we didn't get together last night, the other girls kind of kept me busy." 

"They did it on purpose," she said, "so this would be special." 

"I watched you last night," I said, looking lovingly into her eyes. "You've come a long way Nicki." 

We spent the next hour alone together by the pond, and made sweet, passionate love in the warm sunlight. It was very different from the wild carnal lustiness of the night before. It was beautiful.

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Sometime during the course of the day the girls decided they all wanted to have sex on the table that night, the same as Penny and Johnny did the night before. Penny had told them about how mind-blowing it was to have all of us surrounding her and attending to her, and they all wanted to experience it. 

We gorged ourselves on all the wonderful food, roasted hotdogs and marshmallows on the fire, and reveled in the magic of Camp Heaven. 

Late in the afternoon Mary showed up. As usual she looked ridiculously hot. There's something about a voluptuous, creamy skinned red-head that just does it for me, and I could see by the quickly stiffening cocks she did it for the other guys as well. She was already naked as Penny made the introductions. Mary seemed particularly taken with Chrissy, and thinking about watching their two voluptuous bodies making love together nearly fried my brain. It wasn't long before I got my wish. I went inside the camp for something and the two of them were on the old brass bed in the worlds most beautiful sixty-nine. I couldn't resist joining in, and I fucked sexy Mary from behind with Chrissy's head in the perfect position to suck my balls. My brain was not only fried by the experience, but scrambled and broiled as well.

Darkness came early again, and we were soon inside enjoying the wood stove's warmth. 

"Don't forget," Penny said excitedly, "we've got table top festivities tonight! You guys better pop your boner pills!" 

We did. It seemed prudent since there were only three of us and the horny women count had grown to five. 

Johnny put fresh batteries in the stereo, fired it up, and got out a bag of weed and a pipe. "Not the same as last time," he said, "but just as good I think. Maybe even better." 

We poured tequila shots and passed the pipe, and soon we were all flying. Penny couldn't dance around as freely because of all the beds in the room, but she enjoyed it anyway. She instructed us to clear off the table and asked which of the girls wanted to be first. Ally was quick to respond. 

"Yeah! You go girl!" Chrissy said. 

In a deep voice Penny said, "Choose your cocks-man!" 

"Does it have to be just one?" she asked. 

"Oooo! A new twist to the story!" Penny said gleefully. "In that case I'm gonna have to get back in the rotation. You guys up for five?" 

Ally climbed up on the table on her hands and knees, all of us ogling her small lithe body. Bix was the first to his feet, and he planted his face in her ass. He was having a wonderful weekend living out all his mother-daughter fantasies. We all began a slow passionate fondling of her body, complete with much kissing and tonguing and sucking. Ally lowered her ass for Bix's entry and he started a slow fuck with his long cock. Johnny turned up the music and there was much whooping and hollering and dirty talk from everybody. It was like a scene out of the best porn movie ever made. 

After a while Bix pulled out and I took over, picking up the pace the way I know Ally likes it. When she was getting close I gave way to Johnny. Ally rolled onto her back and he finished her off with aplomb, Ally screaming out in pure ecstasy with at least a dozen hands on her and more than a few mouths. It looked like none of the guys were cumming, probably a good strategy to keep things going. This part of the evening was all about the ladies.

Ally slowly pealed her limp body from the table, and we poured a round of shots and passed the pipe around again. Johnny was right, it was some powerful weed. 

"Who's next?" Penny yelled. 

Chrissy quickly jumped up, looking stunning on all fours. Her big pendulous tits were quickly engulfed with eager hands, which caused much moaning from the crowd. She really is ridiculously hot. 

I started her off with the now requisite face plant in the ass, and then a slow fuck from behind. She was quite vocal from all the attention, which everybody loved. She rolled over on her back, Penny put the pillow under her head, and Johnny went to work, more forcefully but still slow. Bix finished her off with a powerful pummeling, his curly cock tickling her G-spot to yet another of her earth shattering orgasms. Bix came hard inside her, the first of us guys to loose it. One could hardly blame him, faced as he was with the unbelievable sexiness of one of Chrissy's monumental orgasms. No guy could make it through that unscathed. 

She lay on the table for quite a while unable to move, looking up at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes as we tenderly kissed her all over. Mary's mouth worked gently on her nipples, I kissed softly between her spread-eagled thighs, and all the attention brought her to another, quieter orgasm, which rolled through her body. It was a beautiful thing to see, and what a magnificent specimen of femininity she is.

After a short rest and a pass of the pipe, next up was sweet Nicki. Bix did the ass licking to get her started while his cock recovered, and she was wildly into it right from the get-go. There were hands all over her, and Chrissy was kissing her deeply, muffling Nicki's moans. After a good tongue thrashing from Bix, he passed her off to Johnny. She rolled onto her back nearer to the side of the table, and she looked me in the eye.

"I want you in my mouth while Johnny fucks me," she said.

Penny put the pillow over the edge of the table and Nicki lowered her head. Johnny slid his fat cock into her pussy, and at the same time I slid mine into her mouth. Her back arched and she screamed a muffled scream as Johnny pistoned deep into her. She was a full-fledged deep throat artist now, having practiced after our first time together just like Chrissy had taught her. I supported her hanging head and she took every inch of me. As I pulled out a piercing scream followed my cock out of her mouth as Johnny pummeled her. 

"FUCK MY MOUTH!" she yelled at me, her eyes as huge and wild as I've ever seen. 

Johnny and I fucked her from both ends while the others caressed her sweet little body, and she just about flew off the table with a wild, bucking orgasm. I lifted her head in my hands and kissed her exhausted face, and she laid limp on the table for a long while.

We all needed some rejuvenation so Penny passed some snacks. Nicki sat on Bix's lap and he gently massaged her back to life. We sat and talked about the intensity of what was happening, and the girls all agreed they were having the best orgasms of their lives. There was a feeling of much love and caring in the room, it wasn't at all like the typical porn movie scene of gang-bang pummeling. It was certainly intense, but at its core it was sweet lovemaking between good friends, and that seemed to elevate things to a much higher level. 

Penny and Mary were yet to go, and they had great anticipation in their eyes. They had something special planned, and the two of them grabbed a bag and disappeared onto the screened porch while the rest of us sipped tequila and passed the pipe.

After a while Penny and Mary strutted back into the room. They had transformed themselves into super hot stripper girls, complete with tight form-fitted shirts, tiny mini skirts, lingerie with stockings, and spiky high heels. They even had dark eye makeup and red lipstick on. The effect was nothing short of mind-blowing. We had all been completely naked for a day and a half, and suddenly this seemed so much sexier. Funny how the mind works. 

Penny asked Johnny if he had any appropriate music, and he checked his playlist and found a low-down late-night jazz band with a baritone saxophone and a powerful groove. It was perfect, and he cranked it up loud.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 13



The only spot they had to dance was the kitchen area, which was pretty dimly lit, so I opened Penny's closet and took out two powerful flashlights and trained them on the girls. The effect was wonderful. They responded by grinding on one another and sticking out their tongues and flicking them together and kissing, and the rest of us started hooting and hollering. 

Penny stood behind Mary and ran her hands all over her, and as they gyrated together she reached around and unbuttoned Mary's tight little shirt, exposing a black lace-up corset. Penny threw the shirt into the audience, and Mary's voluptuous creamy-white tits were on display, jiggling back and forth, her nipples looking as hard as I've ever seen them. She seductively bent over at the waist and Penny pretended to fuck her from behind, and oh my didn't those big tits sway beautifully beneath her.

Mary danced her way in front of Penny and slowly removed her shirt, revealing Penny's yellow peak-a-boo bra, with holes in the front to show her own super hard nipples. The yellow color looked fantastic against her deeply tanned skin.

Their skirts were soon gone, and they both were bare-bottomed with thigh-high stockings. Penny's were white and attached to a yellow garter belt, and Mary's were black.

There was much nipple pinching and kissing and sucking between them, but they never missed a beat with their dance moves to the loud music, and the effect was hypnotizing. We were all egging them on and soon they had Johnny and Bix up dancing with them, with much fondling of the guy's bouncing, rock hard cocks. Mary went down seductively on Bix, squatting like the sex goddess that she is, and he gyrated to the music into her eager mouth. Penny took advantage of Mary's position and bent at the waist, supporting herself with her hands on Mary's shoulders, and Johnny entered her from behind to the beat of the music. We were all super high, and the whole room seemed to be throbbing with the pulse of the music and the interconnected dance before us.

Before things went too far, Penny said she wanted to finish on the table. She ripped open the velcro on Mary's stripper corset, stripped off her own bra, and took Mary's hand as they danced over to the big round table with their tits jiggling, accompanied by cheers from the audience. They slithered up onto the table on all fours next to each other. I put down the flashlights and lit the pipe, and held it for each of them as they took a deep puff. There were hands all over them and Chrissy and Nicki had their faces buried in Penny and Mary's asses. They both lowered their shoulders to the table, moaning and writhing with the pleasures of having their pussies and assholes attended to by the lovely ladies. Mary reached for my cock and slid me all the way down her throat, and soon Penny was sucking on Johnny and stroking Bix's long cock with her expert hand. The air was filled with loud throbbing jazz and deep guttural moans. 

Mary pulled her mouth off of my white-hot cock and rolled herself over onto her back. Penny kissed her deeply, and then rolled onto her back too. All of our hands attended to them. Pussies, clits, tits, nipples, mouths, every inch of them was getting attention, and they were flying high. 

They were both very close to monumental orgasms, and Bix was the first man on a mission. He thrust his long, upward curving cock into Penny. She gasped as he entered, and screamed out as he hit bottom. Johnny rammed his big fat cock into Mary's wet pussy and she shrieked even louder. They both had their legs up on their man's shoulders, and some gut-pummeling fucking commenced. 

Everyone was so fucking horny from the stripper show there was no holding back at this point. It was Mary's first time with Johnny's fat, pussy stretching cock in her, and it, combined with all the other attention from the rest of us, sent her to the moon and then on to the stars. She grabbed for my cock and pumped me with her hand, almost violently. Penny pulled Chrissy down so she could suck on Chrissy's big tits while Chrissy sucked on hers, and when Ally and Nicki slid their hands onto Penny and Mary's clits the two of them both came hard, with shrieking, crying screams that just about raised the roof, their bodies spasming deeply in pure orgasmic bliss. Johnny and Bix pulled out and the three of us came in great gushing ribbons all over the two of them. The other girls massaged the sticky mess all over Penny and Mary's still writhing bodies until they both glistened in the kerosene light. "Wow!" was all any of us could think to say.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 14



Monday it was back to reality after the incredible weekend at Penny's camp. I slept late into the morning, poured a cup of strong coffee, and reluctantly checked my work messages. I was happy to see there was only one, from a rather nervous sounding woman named Julia. Actually, most of a handyman's customers are women who live alone, and it's not surprising that the first contact with me is a bit nervous for some of them.

I called Julia back and she said she found me in the yellow pages. She had a broken screen in her front door, and I told I could fix it that afternoon. Often times the first job someone hires me for is a small one, so they can get an idea if they feel comfortable with me working in their home.

After I had lunch I drove over to her house. It was a part of town that I like, with lots of funky shops and art galleries and music clubs. The area is populated with folks who like that sort of thing, and they live in some really interesting older homes. It's a hip neighborhood, for lack of a better term. Julia's small, one story bungalow fit right in, with a nice front porch and an 'artsy' vibe.

Julia answered the door with a shy smile. She was very quiet and very plain looking, the kind of woman who blends into her surroundings rather than standing out. She was in her early forties, and had on a bulky sweater, loose fitting jeans and dirty old canvas sneakers. Without x-ray eyes there wasn't even a hint of what was underneath it all. She had long straight hair, sort of a mousy blonde color, and it hung all the way down to her waist. The only thing about her that had a little flair was her black, rectangular framed eye-glasses.

She was clearly nervous and didn't invite me in. I looked the door over, told her it was a quick fix and gave her a good price. She looked pleased and I went to work and had it finished in half an hour. She was very happy with the results, and when she came out to pay me she shyly asked if I did bigger jobs, and then invited me inside the house to look at a few more projects.

She explained that she had bought the house two years ago and found it to be very cold and drafty in the winter time. The house had been a rental before she bought it and the walls were in pretty tough shape and the ceiling had a deep crack across one corner, so she was considering having new drywall installed in the front living room, with good insulation behind it. She wanted to keep her funky old front door. I agreed it was nice, and I told her I could add weather-stripping to make it tighter. I also told her we could save the ceiling by grinding out the big crack and patching it. That would save some money.

I had the rest of the afternoon free, so I spent some time measuring and worked up a rough estimate for her. I sat out on the front porch working up the figures, and Julia came out with two glasses of iced tea. She seemed pleasantly surprised at the price I gave her. I explained that I work alone, and that it would take longer than a contractor who had a big crew. That didn't faze her a bit, and she seemed quite relaxed and comfortable with me by the time I left. She was anxious for me to get started before winter set in again.

I got started the following Monday. Julia welcomed me, looking just as covered up and frumpy as ever, but with a nice warm smile. I put up a plastic barrier to keep the dust out of the rest of the house, rolled out some heavy paper and cardboard to protect the floor, and started tearing down the old plaster. Julia asked if she could help me with the demolition of the first wall, so I got her a pair of gloves. Over the course of the morning we made a huge pile of debris, and got to know each other a little.

Julia was an author of children's books. When we stopped for a break and a cold drink she took me into her small home office off the kitchen and showed me a shelf full of books she had written, and a whole wall full of awards and memorabilia from her career. She was clearly proud of it all, but I also got the feeling from a few things she said that she was sort of a recluse and didn't have much to do with friends or any outside interests. Her overall vibe was kind of sad and lonely, so I made it a point to crack jokes and get her laughing. I had held off on any flirting until I got a better feel for things, but I had a feeling it would do her good. Julia helped me load my truck up with debris that afternoon, and I prepared to leave for the day.

"That was fun," Julia said with a tired smile as we leaned against my truck. 

"Wait a minute, don't blink," I said, and I put my hand on her shoulder. "You've got a hunk of plaster right in the corner of your eye." It was the first time I had touched her, and she froze.

"Is it all right if I get it?" I asked.

She nodded silently, her eyes locked on mine. She slowly removed her glasses, and I was confronted with two gorgeous eyes. It's amazing how different eyes can look when they're out from behind a thin piece of glass. 

"You have beautiful eyes," I said as I carefully removed the fleck.

She gazed at me like she had never heard such a thing before, and remained frozen, staring at me for longer than I expected.

"Well, I'd better get goin' and unload this," I said, breaking the spell. "I'll see you bright and early in the morning."

"Yes, in the morning. Goodbye Steve," she said softly, as she put her glasses back on.

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I arrived at eight AM and Julia was on her porch sipping coffee. Driving over I had decided, based on the way she looked at me when I touched her the day before, that I would flirt a bit with her today. If I hadn't thought of it already I definitely would have when I got there because she looked totally different, and quite cute. She had on tight faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt that showed off her womanliness much more than the thick sweater, loose pants, and sweatshirt she wore on previous days.

"Good morning Steve," she said brightly.

"Good morning Sunshine," I said, smiling. "You're in a good mood today. I think I've got some catching up to do in the coffee department."

"Have a seat, I'll get you a cup," she said as she breezed in the door, giving me a glimpse of her nice ass.

She came out and sat with me and we talked about the warm weather. A strong warm front had blown through over night and the weatherman said it was going to be a long autumn heatwave. I had on shorts and a t-shirt, and it also explained Julia's thinner clothing.

"I hope you don't think I'm too forward asking you this," she said, "but would you mind if I work with you some more? I had such fun yesterday."

"Sure!" I said, "I enjoyed it too."

She told me that her dad was a carpenter, and before he died, when she was a teenager, she used to love helping him with his jobs whenever she could. Working with me brought back good memories for her.

"I tell you what," I said, "I'll keep track of the labor and I'll cut down on your estimate when we're done."

"No you won't!" she said emphatically. "Your price was more than fair. This is just for my enjoyment."

"Well, I have a feeling I'll enjoy it just as much as you," I said, and I winked at her.

She stared at me again, just like the evening before, speechless and almost curious looking, like she didn't have a clue why someone would say such a thing too her.

"So Sunshine, what do you say we get to work," I said.

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We spent the morning tearing out more old plaster, and then there was some old rock wool insulation to pull out. Nasty, itchy stuff. It was downright hot by late morning and at one point I pulled off my itchy t-shirt and threw it aside, revealing my well-muscled chest. Julia stopped cold and stared at me.

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't thinking, I'm not used to having pretty girls around when I work," I said as I reached for it to put it back on.

"You don't have to do that. I don't mind," she said quietly, as our eyes locked for a moment.

"If we lived in Europe you could do the same thing, right?" I said with a little chuckle.

I heard a loud exhale from her nostrils, and she blushed bright red.

I quickly ripped down another chunk of plaster to break the tension. Julia was silent as we got back into our work, and after a short while she left and returned wearing shorts.

"Ah, now we're gettin' somewhere," I said with a wink.

She pretended to ignore the comment, but I could tell she liked it.

We had lunch on the porch. Julia seemed a little shy about asking me to eat with her, but she had chicken salad and iced tea all made, and I was delighted to stay rather than hit up yet another burger joint. We talked about her writing career and her college days, and it became clearer that she was indeed very bookish and reclusive. It also sounded like she didn't have much fun in college, although she did enjoy the education. It also became clear that she didn't really have any friends to speak of, and she spent her time writing all day and watching old movies at night. I couldn't help but think of how completely opposite her life was compared to my experience at Penny's camp over the weekend, and I wondered what she would think of me if she knew about it.

After lunch we took some time to load up my truck with debris again and make more room to work. At one point Julia got her long hair caught badly in some plaster chunks she was throwing into the truck and it almost brought her to tears. I was right next to her and gave her a quick scalp massage, and she gave me that look again. This time it made a little blood rush to my crotch, especially since her t-shirt was clinging to her in the summer-like heat.

"You're gonna have to stop lookin' at me like that. I might get ideas," I said with a sly smile. "You know, long hair like that's dangerous for a construction worker."

It took her another long moment before she broke off her stare.

"I know. I kinda hate how it looks," she said.

"Well," I said with sincerity, "it's not your best feature."

"I appreciate your honesty," she said, "but I'm afraid I don't have a best feature."

I quickly ran my eyes down her sweaty body and back up again, taking in all of her.

"I beg to differ," I said very seriously.

She didn't say a word, but her eyes twinkled in appreciation.

We spent the next two hours tearing out the last of the plaster. I got to the final piece up near the cracked corner, and before I knew what had hit me I crashed face down on the floor with a huge chunk of the ceiling on my back.

"Oh my God! Are you all right!" she said.

I was slightly dazed, and I could feel that my bare back was scraped up pretty badly. Julia gently lifted the debris off of me.

"Oh Steve, you're cut!" she said.

"How bad is it," I said, wincing a little.

"Well, there's no need for the hospital, but we need to get you cleaned up," she said.

I got up on my feet and the entire front of me was covered with dirt and rock wool fibers and sweat.

"Damn it, I should have realized that piece was loose up there," I said as I looked up to where the crack in the ceiling had been.

"Don't worry about that," Julia said. 

She took my hand and led me to a kitchen chair, and she started dabbing at my scrapes with a wet towel. She shook her head, slowly realizing what a mess I was.

"Wait here, I'm gonna run you a bath," she said.

"A bath?" I said, chuckling a little. "Did that knock on the head send me back to the nineteenth century?" 

"I don't have a shower," she said. "That was going to be the next project I had you do."

My mind flashed to my first time with Chrissy in her new shower. Leave it to a guy to think about sex when he's in pain and bleeding.

Julia went down the hall and I could hear her filling the tub. While I waited I used some wet paper towels to get most of the mess off the front of me. She called for me and I went into the bathroom as she was turning off the water in a big oversized claw foot tub. She showed me the soap and a fresh towel and left me alone, shutting the door behind her.

I managed to get pretty well cleaned up, but there were some bad scrapes on my back that I couldn't reach. 

"Are you doing okay?" Julia called through the door.

"Actually, I could use a little help with my back," I said.

There was a long silence.

"Julia?" I said.

"Are you . . . covered?" she asked shyly.

I drew up my knees and leaned forward into them, so she couldn't see much, and I had my back to the door.

"Yes, come on in," I said.

The door opened slowly. It seemed to take forever for her to come near me.

"I can't reach my back very well," I said.

"Boy, you've got some bad scrapes," she said.

I held up the soap and a wash cloth for her, and she proceeded to wash my back, silently and very gently. When she was done neither of us moved, and I could tell she was very nervous, to the point of not knowing what to do next.

I decided to make a bold move, and I slowly stood, still facing away from her, water cascading down off my naked ass and legs. I looked back over my shoulder at her, and her wide eyes rose from my ass to my eyes.

"Would you hand me the towel please?" I said.

She was paralyzed, her chest heaving with short breaths. I turned toward her in what seemed like slow motion, slowly revealing myself to her.

"Oh Steve!" she said, in an almost silent whimper.

As she looked at me tears welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly looked horrified. I had gone too far.

"Julia I'm sorry," I said as I reached for the towel and covered myself. "I thought you were . . . interested. I'm so sorry."

She was leaning against the wall covering her eyes with her hand, trying to fight back a full sobbing cry. I felt terrible.

"I am!" she whimpered emphatically. "It's just that . . . I've . . . never been with anybody before. Pretty stupid isn't it, a forty-two year old virgin who's never seen a naked man."

She exhaled loud a few times, trying to catch hold of her runaway emotions, but she lost the battle and started crying silently again, and she left the room.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. Julia was in her bedroom right across the hall. The door was open and she was curled up on her bed in full view, so I went in. I sat down on the edge of her bed near her feet and put my hand on her knee.

"I'm sorry Julia. I handled that very badly, I went way too fast," I said.

"Are you kidding?" she said, wiping tears from her cheeks, "You were perfect. It was like something out of the best movie I've ever seen, and I blew it just like I always knew I would."

"Everything's fine Julia, don't worry," I said.

She gave me another one of her 'I can't believe you're saying that to me' looks that I find so adorable.

"How on earth does a person go forty-two years without ever having a date?" she said, shaking her head in disgust at herself. "It's just so pathetic. It's always upset me, but never like this," she said, wiping away more tears. "God, I'm so embarrassed."

"Julia, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," I said. "You just . . . you just went down the road too straight, and missed some of the interesting side roads along the way. But it's never to late to take a turn."

She giggled a little through her tears.

"That's some pretty flowery language there buster," she said, with a smile breaking through her sadness. "Are you secretly a writer in your spare time?"

"Feel free to use it if you want," I said. "Do you ever write adult books?"

"Steve!" she gasped, and she blushed bright red again.

"Oh . . . no, I didn't mean . . . I just meant, you know, stories that aren't for kids."

"God!" she said, shaking her head and burying her red face in her hands for a moment. "What are you doing to me?"

I slid closer to her on the bed.

"I hope I'm kissing you," I said, and I leaned in and kissed her tenderly on her salty, tear soaked lips.

She looked at me intently, with a sparkle coming back to her tired eyes.

"I can't believe a beautiful young man like you is interested in a tired old maid like me," she said, shaking her head.

"Well believe it. Look at what one kiss did to me," I said as I opened my towel, revealing a mostly hard erection.

"Oh my God! Steve!" She said as a visible tremor worked it's way quickly though her body.

"It's all for you Julia. I'd love it if you touched me," I said.

She was unable to move, chest heaving and staring at my cock. I put my hand gently behind her neck and kissed her while I guided one of her small soft hands on to my hard cock. Her slender fingers wrapped around it, and she moaned into my mouth. She kissed me harder, and our tongues danced together for the first time.

"Oh my god, it's so hot, it feels like it's on fire," she said breathlessly, looking at the now rock hard cock in her hand.

"I think it likes you," I said, and she looked thrilled beyond belief.

"May I undress you?" I asked, and she nodded, her eyes ablaze with lust.

I stood naked before her and held out my hand, beckoning her to her feet. 

I pulled her t-shirt up and off over her raised arms as her chest pumped out short breaths through her nostrils. I pulled down her shorts and she kicked them off over her sneakers. I got down on my knees and removed her shoes. I stood and spun her around and unclasped her bra. I was behind her, and we were facing a huge round mirror on the wall that showed all of us, head to toe. As I let her bra fall to the floor I ran my hands around her waist and slowly up onto her lovely tits, both of us watching the scene unfold in the mirror. She just about melted in my arms.

"Oh Steve!" she panted, short of breath.

I kissed her neck and pinched her nipples and an orgasm rippled through her body.

"Oh my god! OHHHHH!" she cried out as she fell even limper in my arms.

"God you're sexy," I whispered in her ear as I nibbled on it. She whimpered, with her eyes half shut.

I held her up with one arm across her chest and slid my other hand down her belly and inside her damp panties. I gently massaged the surface of her pussy, feeling the wetness while I held her body tight against mine, my heart beating hard against her back.

We were both still watching ourselves in the mirror. I crouched down just enough for my hard cock to slip between her thighs, and she gasped as she saw it emerge through her legs in the mirror.

"Oh shit!" she said softly as I started thrusting it gently between her legs. I took my hand from her pussy and guided her hand between her legs so she could feel me thrusting there, and I went back to the gentle pussy massage.

We stayed like that, enjoying the feel of each other, until we were both close to coming. I slipped a finger inside her and rubbed her clit with my thumb and she came powerfully and loudly, her body a quivering, stuttering mass of involuntary movements, both of us still mesmerized by the scene before us in the mirror. It was all too much for me and I let out a loud moan and came in great spurts from between her legs, all over her hand and the hardwood floor. It was insanely hot.

My knees were weak and it was all I could do to maneuver us to the bed where we collapsed, Julia nearly hyperventilating. I cradled her in my arms until she got her equilibrium back.

"What are you doing to me Steve!" she whispered, and she kissed me lustily. We closed our eyes and rested in each others arms, and dozed off in the late afternoon heat.

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After a half-hour or so I opened my eyes and Julia was looking at me with a cute little smile.

"So do you ravage all your female clients?" she asked.

"Only the special ones," I said.

She pinched my nipple and gave me a little unhappy grunt. "Well, I guess I can share."

I tossed her on her back roughly, pulled off her wet panties, and went to work kissing every inch of her. She love every second of it. Her skin was salty with sweat from our days work. I kissed a scar on her belly and she noticed me looking at it.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 14



"I had a hysterectomy a few years ago. Long story," she said.

"Everything okay now?" I said. She nodded and I kissed it again. 

"So no birth control needed, that's a nice side benefit" I said.

"Don't even think of putting a condom on that thing. I want to feel every molecule of you," she said.

She took off her glasses and put them on the bed side table, and now she was well and truly naked before me for the first time. Apart from her mousy hair she looked incredible, so completely different from when I had first met her, when she was nervous and covered up in frumpy loose clothes. This was the real Julia, naked and beautiful and smiling, and it was a wonderful sight to see.

She writhed and moaned at my every touch, and I knew she wouldn't last long when my mouth reached her wet pussy. She was flying high and would have cum in a flash if I had let her, but I didn't want to exhaust the poor girl with yet another orgasm before the main event, so I quickly slopped up her pussy with saliva and pussy juice and I positioned myself at her entrance with her legs up on my shoulders. She was tight but relaxed and very ready, and I slid into her. 

It took all of about five seconds for her to have a massive orgasm again. Her vaginal muscles contracted powerfully and her body arched up sharply, like she had been hit with a jolt of electricity. It happened with each thrust of my cock, her eyes and mouth wide open, quick little gasps of air shooting in and out of her lungs.

She came down from her heady heights and was limp again.

"Wow!" I said. "Do you know how many women would kill to be able to cum as quick and easy as you do? You are somethin' else girl. This is gonna be fun."

She smiled through her dazed fog. I was still rock hard and deep inside her.

"I can't believe . . . what you feel like!" she said between short breaths.

I lowered her legs and assumed missionary position and started a super slow fucking. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed me tight, moaning deeply.

"Oh my God Steve! Shit!" she said, her voice getting louder and more insistent as I slowly picked up the pace.

She held on longer this time and I got us up to a rollicking good fuck, just on the polite side of a pummeling.

"God you feel good!" I managed to huff out between moans.

This time we fucked to a bed rattling orgasm, and she was just about hysterical when she reached the heights, laugh-crying like a wild hyena in heat as her convulsing body tried to buck me off. I came with a loud roar and pumped my seed into her.

"Holy shit girl!" was all I could manage to say. Julia couldn't say a word.

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Julia was horrified when she realized my back was still raw and bleeding a little, and she hadn't taken care of me properly. We took a very sensual bath together, and she dried me carefully and dabbed on some antiseptic. We sat out on the porch, ate take-out from a nice little restaurant around the corner, and talked quietly into the evening, mostly about sex and her long celibacy.

"You probably noticed there was no 'de-flowering' today," she said at one point. "I've used a toy over the years. It's small though, not as big as . . ." Her voice trailed off and she blushed as she looked at my crotch, her eyes x-raying through the fabric of my shorts. "I haven't used it in years though. About ten years ago I went into full celibacy mode and just gave up on everything." She sounded very disappointed with herself.

"So you don't ever sneak a little look at some porn on the internet?" I asked.

"You know, I've come across it occasionally, and they just looked like some alien species to me, totally foreign. It's weird how my brain disconnected from it all." She paused and added, "I guess I've got a lot to learn."

The look on her face as she said it made me want to rip her clothes off right there, but we were both pretty exhausted after the long and fulfilling day.

"I'm gonna get my hair cut," she said out of the blue, with a big smile. "I've been wanting to for a while but I was . . . stuck, I guess. I trim the ends a little, but other than that no one's touched it since I was a teenager."

"Julia that's great!" I said. "You're gonna look like a whole new woman."

"I already feel like one, thanks to you," she said. "And I guess I'll be spending some money on my wardrobe. I've certainly neglected that over the years."

"You know, I didn't want to say anything, but that look you had on when I first met you was . . . well . . . let's just say it wasn't ready for the Paris runways," I said, and we both laughed.

"My neighbor will be thrilled," Julia said. "She's an artist and very cool. She's been trying to get me to go shopping with her since I moved here. And my haircut will blow her mind. I can't wait to surprise her with it."

"Well Sunshine," I said, "it's been a big day and I think we both need a good nights sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be big too." I gave her a sly smile and a wink.

"Oh my," she said, her eyes sparkling and her breath noticeably quickening. "A girl could get used to this."

We cleaned up the kitchen a little and I drove off into the warm night.

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I pulled up in front of Julia's house the next morning with a truck load of insulation. It was another unusually warm sunny morning, and Julia was outside talking to her neighbor by the rose hedge that separated them. I waved, said, "good morning," and started carrying rolls of insulation into the house. It was pretty obvious the two of them were talking about me—they were giggling quietly and the neighbor woman was looking me over pretty thoroughly. After a while she went into her house and Julia joined me to help unload.

She leaned against the truck and shook her head in amazement.

"Well that's a totally new emotion for me," she said. "An attractive woman is actually jealous of me! That's something I've never experienced before." She looked happy and confused at the same time. "Oh, and she thinks you're hot in case you didn't notice," she laughed.

"And wait'll you hear the best part," she continued. "When she saw me on the porch waiting for you she came out and wanted to know if everything was all right over here. She heard me . . . you know . . . screaming and stuff yesterday, and it's so out of character for me she thought maybe you were raping me or something. Isn't that incredible?" she said, the thought of it obviously making her very happy. Her eyes twinkled and she shook her head at the wonder of it all as she helped me unload.

Julia had some errands to run so I got started on the work alone. Before she left she came bounding in and said she had lucked-out and there was a cancellation at the hair salon down around the corner, and they could take her in half an hour. She left with great excitement, and said she would be back sometime after lunch.

I filled my truck with the previous day's debris, and got the exterior walls insulated before lunch. I had a feeling Julia and I would be tumbling into bed as soon as I saw her, so I left her a note, went to the dump to empty my truck, and made a quick stop home for a shower. I raced back and Julia was sitting on the porch.

"Holy shit!" I said, stopping dead in my tracks halfway up the steps. There was a completely new woman sitting there, with a huge glowing smile, a hint of makeup, and the sexiest haircut I'd ever seen.

"I think the guy that cut it is some kind of a genius or something," she said, obviously pleased with what he had done.

"Julia!" I said as I walked over and sat next to her. "I'm speechless . . ."

Her hair was lighter, and quite short, with soft curls and glowing highlights. It looked elegant and 'fuck me now' sexy at the same time, and it suited her perfectly.

"It was pretty exciting," she said. "When I got there I explained the situation to one of the girls, she went and talked to the guy who owns the salon, and he said he wanted to do it himself. I had to wait until he finished someone else, but the girl said it would be worth the wait. Everybody in the place was watching because it was such a transformation. I felt like the belle of the ball."

The emotions of such a big change caught up with her and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Do you really like it Steve?" she asked.

"It's incredible Julia," I said. "And I think you're incredible for doing it. It was a big step. You've taken two huge steps in two days. I'm proud of you."

I kissed her and ran my fingers through her soft new curls, and she nearly had an orgasm from that alone.

"Wow," I said as she tremble at my touch. "I think we need to get inside, unless you want to give your neighbor a show. That might be fun come to think of it."

"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet," Julia said, punching my arm playfully. She took my hand and led me into the house and down the hall. There was a wonderfully natural and unforced wiggle in her walk that I hadn't noticed before.

We entered her bedroom and she sat us both down on the edge of her bed, looking deadly serious.

"I did a lot of thinking last night about what you said . . . about your other women," she paused for a moment and then continued. "I'm not happy about sharing you, but I guess I just want to know one thing. Are you gonna be in my life for a while, or are you gonna be gone when you're done with the living room?"

"I'll be in your life as long as you want me," I said, looking deep into her eyes.

Her serious look melted and I wiped a small tear from her cheek. I kissed her and we fell back on the bed and our eager hands groped each other. She took off her glasses and the combination of her eye makeup and her sexy hair was overwhelming.

"God you look hot!" I said, as I just about ripped off her clothes.

I stripped in a flash and my rock hard shaft plunged into her a mere moment later, me standing, and her lying on her back with her legs on my shoulders. We went at it more forcefully this time, the 'take it easy, she's a virgin' stage well behind us. Julia was quite vocal again, and the bed was banging against the wall. I wondered if her neighbor was listening and the thought of it made the whole scene even hotter, and we both came powerfully and loudly.

"Oh my God!" Julia exclaimed afterward. "Is it always going to be like that? This is just unbelievable to me." She was nearly breathless.

I lay down and spooned her, and we rested a while.

"You know your window's wide open," I said quietly in her ear as I looked through the sheer curtain. The house next door was only about ten feet away.

"I know . . . it's hot out," she said, with a mischievous grin.

"Ooo! You little show off! I like this side of you," I said.

Her breath quickened, and she pushed me over on my back. She sat up and looked at my mostly soft, sticky cock. She didn't touch me or say anything for a long moment.

"You know you're gonna to have to teach me everything. I wanna know everything," she said, still staring at it.

Her words triggered my primal instincts, and my cock grew before her eyes. There was no touching involved, just her watching it grow, and me watching her watch it.

"God, it's like magic," she said softly, her eyes burning with lust.

It was throbbing up and down gently and she took it in her small hand. She bent down, as if in slow-motion, and kissed the side of it. I moaned softly and she looked at me, as if looking for direction.

"That's nice," I said approvingly. "Use your tongue on it."

She licked the side of it, and then she examined the bulbous tip and she licked that. A bolt of electricity went through me, and she looked pleased. I was rock hard at that point, and she put the whole tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue on it.

"Oh yeah! That feels nice..." I said

Within just a few short minutes her lusty instincts had overwhelmed her and she was sucking on it and stroking it with her hand with great enthusiasm. Her sexual hunger was palpable and her mouth was dripping with saliva. My cock was a beautiful sloppy mess and finally I could take no more.

"I'm gonna cum baby!" I said, and she pumped me with her wet hand, watching in fascination as my seed flew through the air.

"That felt nice baby," I said breathlessly as I beckoned her to lay next to me. She laid her head on my chest.

"I'm sure that's not how other girls do it. I mean, I have no clue . . ." she said.

"For your first time I'd say it was pretty fantastic," I said. "Everybody does it differently, there's no right or wrong really. There are certain skills, though, that you can learn gradually, if you want to. There's no rules though, what you did was wonderful. Genuine enthusiasm is the most important thing. A guy likes to think the woman is actually enjoying doing it. You've already got that part down."

"So, what are the 'skills'?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"Well, I guess the main one is taking a man deeper into your mouth," I said. "That just takes practice. And also you can let a man finish in your mouth. Some women really enjoy the taste of it, and others don't like it. That's up to you."

"I bet I know which kind of woman men like better," she said with a sly grin. Her eyes danced back and for between mine while her mind worked. "Now you've got me curious," she said, and she slithered her body down, put her tongue on a blob of sticky cum on my belly and licked it up.

"God I feel so dirty," she said, her eyes burning and her nostrils flaring as she tasted my sticky semen.

She looked so powerfully sexy I couldn't lay there passively. I threw her down on her back and sucked in a hard nipple, pinching the other gently with my hand. My other hand slid up her inner thigh to her pussy and she arched her back and came again, with beautiful tremors rippling through her belly.

"Jesus Julia!" I said, "I think you're the sexiest creature I've ever had my hands on."

I kissed my way to her wet pussy and gave her everything I had. Shrieking with delight, she came twice more on my tongue. After three beautiful orgasms in a row I reluctantly backed off and let her rest, and we lay in each others arms for a while.

"So how can I learn those . . . mouth skills you were telling me about," she said.

I laughed. "You mean cock sucking?"

She blushed and nodded.

"I can see we're gonna have to work on your language skills too," I said, laughing. "I'll tell you what, I'll see if I can find a video on the internet. I know there's some out there. It's called fellatio, or cock sucking, or a blowjob. It's all the same thing."

"As for language," I said, looking at her lovely reclining body, "these are your tits." I caressed them gently. "And these are your nipples." I gave them a pinch. I slid both hands down her belly to her inner thighs and slowly spread her legs. "And this is your pussy," I said. She moaned as I touched it. I repositioned myself and ran my tongue up between the lips to her puffy pink clit, making her shudder. "That, my sweet sexy girl, is your clit." I sucked on it gently and she writhed with pleasure. "And this," I said, raising her legs, "is your asshole." I stuck my tongue into it and she shrieked. "Tell me what it is," I said in a breathy voice.

"My asshole," she said softly, breathing hard and fast. I re-traced my path and had her tell me what all of her sexy parts are called.

"Now, if you want to, tell me to do something with each one of those things," I said. Her chest heaved even faster.

"Touch my tits," she said quietly.

"Like this?" I said, barely brushing my hand against them.

"No. Harder. Squeeze them . . . squeeze my tits with your big hands," she said louder, with her eyes closed. She moaned as I followed her instructions.

"Put your mouth on my . . . my nipples. Suck on my nipples."

"I love your hard nipples," I said, as I slurped them in and nibbled on them gently. "Do you like it when I bite them?"

She moaned, "Oh, I love it when you bite them. Bite my hard nipples . . ."

She was getting louder with each request, and if the neighbor was listening she was certainly hearing a sexy show.

"What else would you like Sunshine?" I asked.

"Kiss the sides of my tit's . . . Yeah, like that! Oh yeah, pinch my nipples . . . kiss all the way down my side . . . to my . . . my pussy," she said breathlessly. "Lick it . . .lick my pussy like you did . . . like you did before."

I ran my tongue through her lips and across her clit.

"Oh god!" she cried, her back arching high.

"What am I licking?" I asked.

"My clit! You're licking my clit!" she said loudly.

"Anything else you'd like me to lick?" I asked.

"Yes . . . my . . . my ass . . . my asshole . . . lick my asshole!" she almost yelled.

I stuck my tongue in it while I rubbed my thumb across her clit and she came explosively

"OH FUCK!" she screamed.

I gently kissed her belly with her tits in my hands and she gradually came back to earth, goosebumps covering her body.

I got up on my knees, straddling her chest, and sat lightly on her belly, my hard cock resting between her tits.

"This is my cock," I said, placing one of her hands on it. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," she said, her breath quickening again.

"And these are my balls," I said, raising up unto my knees. "Tell me what you like about me."

She had both hands on me as she fondled a man's balls for the first time. I groaned loudly at the feeling.

"They're so soft . . . your balls. And your . . . your cock is . . . beautiful. It's so long . . . and there's so much heat in it . . . so much heat . . ."

She lifted her head, pulled my hips forward, and sucked me into her mouth.

"Your mouth feels so good on my cock Julia," I said loudly. "Suck on my big cock . . ."

Just then I heard a woman moaning through the window. It was faint, but it was the unmistakable sound of a woman in the throws of passion. Was she alone, I wondered? It sounded like she was.

"Oh God Julia! Suck on my Cock! Suck on my Cock!" After a few glorious moments I knew I was close. "I want to cum in your pussy baby! I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you from behind baby!" I said breathlessly as I pumped in and out of her hot mouth.

I forcefully flipped her over onto her stomach, raised her ass in the air, and started to work my way into her tight pussy. With just a few thrusts I was balls deep and we were like two animals in heat, the bed banging against the wall again, both of us howling as we came. It was intense and beautiful. I had hold of her hips and I held her limp body up and continued fucking her slowly as we came down from our heady heights.

"Do you feel me Julia?" I said breathlessly. 

"Yes," she whimpered between breaths, "I feel . . . your cock . . . inside me . . . I feel . . . you fucking me."

I heard another soft moan from the neighbor.

"Do you want me to stop baby?" I asked.

"No . . . never stop . . . never stop fucking me . . ."

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Julia threw together a quick light supper, and we sat at her kitchen table and talked for a while. I told her about hearing her neighbor while we were making love. I thought maybe it would surprise or shock her, but it didn't. I could tell she was exited by it but didn't feel comfortable admitting it yet. 

The neighbor's name was Carol. She was about the same age as Julia, and an artist, which explained why she was home most of the time. Julia said she had a relationship with a guy down the street recently, but it didn't work out. When Julia first moved into her house they struck up a casual friendship and Carol had tried to get Julia to go clothes shopping and even tried to get her to a hair salon for a 'makeover', but at the time Julia thought it was silly and pointless.

"I can't wait to show her my hair tomorrow," Julia said. "She's gonna freak out!"




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 14



"When she gets a load of how hot you look she's gonna want a piece of you herself," I said with a wink.

"No, Carol likes guys," she said.

"She might like girls too, it's more common than you might think," I said.

Julia looked fascinated. She was like a sponge, soaking up any sexual knowledge she could get, and she clearly thought this was a juicy subject. So, with a little trepidation, I told her a little about Penny and Mary and Chrissy. I didn't go into too many details, but she definitely got the idea that they were comfortable sharing not only me but each other. I didn't tell her about the other girls yet, or the wild orgies at Penny's place. I didn't want to scare the poor girl with too much knowledge too soon.

After I had thoroughly blown her mind talking about bisexuality, I made my way home to get some rest. I fired up my old computer and googled 'Blow Job How To', and sent Julia some links to some good instruction. Just before I turned in for the night I had a reply:

THANKS FOR THE LINKS. ALREADY PRACTICING. :-)

Julia may have missed twenty-five years of sexual activity, but she was eager to catch up.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 15



At eight o'clock the following morning I pulled up in front of Julia's house with a load of sheetrock, and she was talking to her neighbor Carol across the rose hedge again. I walked over for a formal meeting.

"Good morning ladies," I said as I walked across the yard.

"Morning Steve," Julia said with a sexy smile. "This is my friend Carol. Carol, this is my . . . um . . . friend . . . Steve." Julia blushed a little and Carol smiled knowingly.

"Hi Steve," Carol said with a big smile. "So nice to meet you."

Carol was very attractive, tall and thin with Auburn hair and dark penetrating eyes. She exuded those powerful pheromones that some women seem to have in droves, her's no doubt fueled by the previous days voyeurism. I wondered if Julia could sense it too.

"Looks like you'll be working on your own again today Steve," Julia said. "Carol's gonna take me shopping."

"I've been trying to get her to do this for two years and you come along and completely change her in two days," Carol said, looking at me with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. "And the hair! Oh my God! You could have knocked me over with a feather when she walked out this morning!"

"It does look amazing doesn't it?" I said. I couldn't resist reaching up and running my fingers through it. 

"It's just insane! I've never seen anything so sexy in all my life!" Carol said, and she reached up and fingered it gently herself.

"I'd better get to work," I said, sensing some sexual tension between the two of them. "You girls have fun shopping. Maybe you can give me a fashion show later." I winked at Julia, but I hoped they knew I meant both of them. 

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By mid-afternoon I had all the sheetrock hung and Julia wasn't back yet, so I left her a note asking her to call me if she wanted to have dinner and I went home to clean myself up. I fell asleep after my shower and a few hours later the phone rang.

"Steve? You were right," Julia said, a bit sheepishly. "About Carol I mean. She . . . we . . ."

I knew immediately what she was going to say.

"Wow!" I said, "What happened? Are you okay? I hope all this isn't moving too fast for you."

"Oh Steve, you're sweet," she said. "No, I'm fine. It was . . . beautiful. Just like with you. I feel like I've just exploded with life. The way I feel these last few days is just . . . I've never felt so alive."

"So how did it happen?" I asked.

"We were trying on lingerie together at Victoria's Secret and Carol looked me over and said I'd need to shave . . . you know. So when we got home she said she'd help me with it and . . . well, you know how sensitive I am down there. One thing led to another . . ." Her voice trailed off wistfully as she remembered what happened.

"I'm really proud of you Julia," I said. "You've already experienced more sexually than a lot of women do in their whole life. You're a fantastic, exciting woman."

"Steve, you could sweet talk a nun out of her clothes," she said. "So are you gonna come back and see me tonight? I think you requested a fashion show?"

"Absolutely, you couldn't keep me away," I said.

"Can you pick up some take-out and some wine? Get enough for three if it's okay with you," she said.

"Ooo, two models on the runway tonight?" I asked.

"Only if it's okay with you," she said, "I feel a little funny asking you about it, but I think it'll be fun."

"I think fun might be an understatement!" I said. "What time do you want me?"

"I want you all the time Steve," she said. "And I should warn you, Carol's got the serious hots for you. Think you can handle us both?"

"If you're ready, I'm ready," I said.

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Julia and Carol and I ate at the kitchen table, and we talked about music and art and the good things in life. Carol's artistic endeavors were quite varied. Most of her gallery work was oil paintings, but she did illustrations and dabbled in sculpture. And she confessed to doing some erotic artwork, which peaked my curiosity. The powerful sexual aura she gave off when I met her that morning was still with her, maybe even more-so. In fact there was a thick sexual tension in the air from the moment I walked in the door. The large quantity of wine we drank only increased it, and soon they announced it was time for the fashion show. I was more than ready.

The living room was a construction site, so the girls brought a kitchen chair into the bedroom for me to sit on. Julia had a portable CD player set up on her dresser, and showed me a stack of music to pick from while they got ready. They adjusted the lighting and with much giggling left the room to change clothes.

Julia came in first. All the wine was doing it's thing and she strutted in confidently. I never in a million years would have guessed she was the same person I had met four days earlier. The sexy new hair I was starting to get used to, but the rest . . . oh my! She had dark red lipstick on, and her beautiful eyes were made up right to the verge of slutty with dark eyeliner and mascara, and they were clear to see because she had contact lenses in place of her glasses. She was wearing a short red skirt and a thin white short sleeved cardigan sweater that fit her form beautifully, unbuttoned enough to show the top of a pink lace bra. Sheer stockings and red high heel shoes completed the outfit. She looked amazing, and I must have looked stunned because she laughed when she saw the look on my face.

As she strutted back and forth across the room to the upbeat jazz music she unbuttoned her little sweater and stripped it off. Then she unhooked her skirt and stepped out of it revealing a pink lace garter belt and matching panties. One trip back and forth across the room and she picked up her clothes and walked out. I was speechless.

The instant she left the room Carol entered with a wonderfully wicked smile. She had her dark, piercing eyes made up the same way as Julia, and her hair was all fluffed up. She looked sizzling hot. She had on very short black shorts, and a thin, fitted dark grey jacket with a zipper on the front. It was zipped halfway down, showing the lovely cleavage of her bra-less tits. They were bouncing beautifully as she strutted around the room in her black high heels. She ended by turning her back to me and sticking her ass out a little as she unzipped and removed her jacket, leaving her naked from the waist up. She turned her head and winked at me over her shoulder, and walked out without showing me her goods. The effect was powerfully sexy.

Julia came back in back wearing a little black dress, with no bra and bare feet. Good lord, the girl certainly was learning how to push all my buttons. After a little obligatory strutting, she presented her back to me and asked if I would help with her zipper. I lowered it all the way down, to the crack of her ass. She stepped out of the little dress, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black lace thong. She kissed me on the cheek and strutted out with the dress over her shoulder.

Carol came back in wearing nothing but black lingerie. A super shear bra and panties that showed off her dark nipples and dark pussy lips, and black thigh high stockings.

As she was strutting her stuff Julia joined her wearing a fantastic looking pastel-pink string bikini. They tried to organize a professional looking dance but soon broke down in giggles and then gales of laughter. They were so cute I could hardly stand it. I rose to my feet and danced over to them, and the three of us gyrated to the music as I unbuttoned my shirt. The girls helped with the rest of my clothes and soon I was naked. I pulled the strings on Julia's bikini and it fell to the floor as she danced with me. Carol dance up behind me and ground her body against my naked ass. She slid her hands around my body and took my cock in one hand and fondled my balls with the other. She moaned softly in my ear as my cock stiffened to its full length in her hand.

"Julia," I asked, "don't you think Carol needs to be punished for what she did yesterday?"

"Yes, she was a bad girl," Julia said.

I could feel Carol tense up a little. "Yesterday?" she asked, trying to figure out what we meant.

"We know you were listening to us," I said. "We could hear you."

"Oh, she's blushing," Julia said. "That's as good as a signed confession, don't you think?"

"Take her panties off so you can spank her," I said to Julia.

I turned to face Carol and put my hands on her shoulders. 

"Bend over bad girl!" I said forcefully, pushing her down.

Carol bent at the waist and I took her head in my hands and thrust my throbbing cock into her mouth as Julia pulled down her panties and spanked her. She was a wonderful cock sucker, and it felt glorious, especially after the sexy build-up of the show.

"Harder Julia! Spank her harder!" I said breathlessly as Carol's eager mouth was sucking me like a pro.

Julia was really letting her have it with loud slaps, and I felt an orgasm building deep in my body. Soon I was thrusting like a madman into Carol's gagging mouth and I came in gushing spurts down her throat. Carol sucked me dry and took every drop of my cum. She swallowed hard and grunted a few times. 

"I hope you catch me listening again. That was fucking hot!" Carol said in a husky voice with wild lust in her eyes.

We all rolled into bed and made love for hours. Carol was every bit the sexual woman I had sensed she was, and the combination of her skillful experience and Julia's new-found enthusiasm made for one of the best nights of my life.

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The next morning I put the first coat of joint compound on the drywall seams in the living room. It only took me two hours and it had to dry for the rest of the day, so Julia and I had the rest of the day free. Carol was pulling weeds in her front garden, so we invited her over for coffee and donuts on the porch. We reminisced about our wonderful night together, and then moved on to other subjects. Of course I had to ask her about the erotic artwork she mentioned the day before.

"Oh yeah, that's fun, but there's not a big market for it," she said. "And there's not a single outlet for it at all around here unfortunately. Mainly the bigger cities will deal in a little of it. I did win a blue ribbon at a competition in New York City a few years ago. That painting sold at the gallery opening, so that was kind of exciting. You guys wanna see some of what I've done?"

She didn't have to ask us twice. Her house was a nice craftsman style bungalow, with an attached two car garage on the back that she had remodeled into a nice studio with big skylights. It was filled with beautiful paintings, some unfinished and some framed and hanging on the walls. She flipped through a stack of canvases leaning against a wall and pulled out some of her erotic work. They were impressionistic and very erotic indeed. The feeling of orgasmic release was palpable in some of them. Julia and I were fascinated.

"Wow," I said, "I can see why you win competitions. These are fantastic!"

"Thanks," she said, looking proud. 

As we worked our way around the studio looking at her more standard fare, I noticed she had a small platform in the corner and a half a dozen easels and folding chairs against the wall.

"Do you teach?" I asked.

"I do," she said. "An artist needs lots of sources of income, 'cause none of them are very big," she laughed. "The University's just a few miles down the road, and they've got a big art school. Whenever I feel like it or need a few bucks, I put a notice on their bulletin board and I can easily get a half a dozen students in here the next day for a class. I've got a pretty good reputation, so word travels fast. It's been a nice source of income for me, and the kids always inspire me. It's pretty fun."

"Cool!" I said. "So is it just standard art, or do you teach the erotic stuff too?"

"I do both," she said, "but the erotic is more popular I think. They don't get that at school."

"I'd love to be a fly on the wall at one of those classes," Julia said.

"Why don't you just come and participate," Carol said. "I won't charge you."

"I'd be a fish out of water. I can barely draw a stick figure," Julia said, laughing.

"You could model for us," Carol said with a sly little grin, her eyes darting back and forth between Julia and me. "Either one of you, or both of you. We don't always have a live model for erotic class, but sometimes we do. We've never had a couple though. That'd be fantastic." Carols eyes twinkled at the thought.

Julia was stunned to silence, her mind working feverishly.

"So what do the models do?" I said.

"Well, like I said, it's only been individuals — so far just students who come to a class first and realize that it's all pretty cool and laid back. If they show interest in doing it I invite them back as a model for the next class. I either pay them or give them a couple of classes for free. As far as the modeling itself, they're usually nude, although lingerie works good too. They usually just touch themselves slowly and quietly. We had one girl who brought a dildo. And one guy has like a ten inch cock and he was playing with himself. I encourage them to orgasm if they want to, because that facial expression is a great thing to capture in the artwork. So far they've been pretty free with it."

"Oh my god!" Julia said. "I can't believe this has been happening right next door to me!"

"We try and keep it real quiet and discrete," Carol said. "I don't want any of the other neighbors to find out."

Carol walked over to a large flat file and pulled out a stunning charcoal sketch of a reclining man masturbating, frozen at the moment of eruption. "This is Mister Ten Inch," she laughed.

"Good God that's hot!" Julia said quietly.

"Yeah," Carol said, admiring her work. "I'd be doing this kind of thing exclusively if there was a bigger market for it."

I could tell by the way Julia was looking at me that she was actually considering the modeling idea.

"Well, I don't know if Steve wants to be involved, but I want to do it. To be a model," she said.

I've never seen anybody embrace their sexuality as quickly as Julia. She was inspiring.

"If she's in, I'm in," I said, smiling at Julia.

"Oh my God! This is gonna be awesome!" Carol exclaimed. "I've often wished I could do it myself but I've gotta walk around and teach. I think the whole thing is such a turn-on. I'll go and post a flier this afternoon and we'll do it tomorrow evening . . . before you guys get a chance to chicken out," she laughed. "Don't worry, I'll keep everything really discrete, and the students are all really cool about it. They're all really serious about their art and don't think of it as a sex show or anything. I think you guys will enjoy it."

Julia and I went next door and I fiddled around with a few spots of joint compound I missed on the new walls. After about an hour Carol knocked at the door and said the flier was posted at the University. 

"There's no turning back now. It's all for the good of the art world," she joked.

She asked if we could help her get ready, so we all walked over to her place. She had me bring out a twin bed from her guest room, and there was just barely enough room on the platform to set it up. She draped a grey sheet over it so it hung down to the floor, but she didn't look happy with it.

"This needs to be more lived-in looking," she said as she thought for a moment. "I'll tell you what. You guys seemed to really like the charcoal sketches, so if you want to break-in this sheet I'll do a sketch of the two of you as a gift."

Julia was undressing me before Carol had finished talking, and Carol got set-up at her easel.

"So how do you want us," Julia said excitedly.

"You're both so damn sexy I don't think it really matters," Carol laughed. "I'll leave it up to you. What do you want to look at on your bedroom wall?"

Julia thought for a moment and then got on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to me. She dropped her shoulders to the bed, and looked over at Carol.

"Beautiful!" Carol said. "I guess that gives us two choices. Either Steve crouches behind you with his face in your ass, or he's up on his knees fucking you."

"Fucking me," Julia said matter-of-factly.

I moved behind her and slid my already hard cock into her warm sweetness.

"Oh Jesus Julia, you feel good," I moaned.

"Julia, move your arms forward so I can see those nice tits of yours," Carol said as she swept a sheet of fresh paper onto her easel. "That's it, that's good. Now just forget I'm here. Don't look directly at me but keep your face laying on the bed like that Julia. And Steve, just fuck her slowly for now, I'll tell you when we need to change it up a bit."

Carol sketched and we fucked. It felt marvelous, and the whole situation was powerfully sexy. I didn't know how long I was going to last under the circumstances, so I was glad when Carol finally spoke up.

"I'd like to see some orgasms," she said, still sketching away furiously, "Go one at a time please, and put everything you've got into it, like it's the real deal. Then we'll take a break, and then some more slow fucking like you've been doing."

Julia came almost instantly as soon as she knew it was what Carol wanted. She came hard and beautifully, and it was all I could do to hold out as Carol had asked. I did the best I could and then erupted with my head thrown back and a loud wail, slapping my body furiously into Julia's ass.

"God that was hot!" Carol said, still sketching. "You guy's are so damn sexy this one's drawing itself. Why don't you lie down and rest for a little while. I need to keep going while those beautiful orgasms are fresh in my mind."

We lay quietly until Carol said she was ready for us.

"I don't normally say this to my models," Carol said, looking at me flirtatiously, "but if you need any help getting that up again I'd be happy to help out."

"How are you gonna refuse an offer like that?" Julia laughed, pushing me out of the bed.

I walked to Carol's easel and she dropped to her knees and moaned as she sucked me into her sexy mouth. I was soon hard as a rock and she patted me on the ass and sent me back to the bed.

"I could get used to working like this," she said with another little moan.

Julia and I went back to a nice slow fuck for about ten minutes.

"Any more orgasms left in you guys? As if I have to ask . . ." Carol said with a wink.

We raised the level of our passions once again, and came almost simultaneously, not thinking about our previous instruction until it was too late.

"Sorry," I said breathlessly.

"Are you kidding? That was gorgeous! I was done anyway, I just wanted to watch you guys," Carol said, laughing. "Come and have a look."

We jumped up eagerly and were blown away by what we saw. The visceral palpability of a beautiful sex act that radiated off of that piece of paper was breathtaking. 

"I'm glad you like it," Carol said. "It's one of my better efforts if I do say so myself. The fact that I was incredibly horny comes through a bit, don't you think."

Julia and I both knew Carol needed satisfaction badly, and we just about ripped off her clothes. We tumbled onto the bed and I plunged my face into Carols lovely dark fleshed pussy. Julia kissed her and worked on her tits, and then straddled her face and ground her sloppy wet pussy onto Carols mouth. It was only a few short moments before Carol erupted in a writhing, muscle twitching monster of an orgasm with my head clamped between her thighs. Julia joined her on her trip to the stars seconds later.

"Well now at least you guys are comfortable with the room," Carol said a few minutes later, as we all rested on the bed. "I think you'll have fun tomorrow. I'll have some soft music on, some wine, and the students have always been really cool."





A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 15



"So what kind of pose were you thinking of?" Julia asked. "Are we gonna be . . . fucking? Like we did here?" Her eyes were wide with curiosity and excitement. I couldn't tell if she wanted to go that far in front of the students, or if she was frightened by the thought.

"I don't know," Carol laughed. "You guys are so hot together, that might be a little too much for their young brains to handle. I was thinking maybe sixty-nine? What do you guys think, would you be comfortable with that?"

"Wow, this is starting to get real!" Julia said, fanning her flushed face with her hand. "Yeah, that sounds okay with me. I mean my ass will be wide open to six strangers . . . but the idea excites the hell out of me. So yeah, it's okay with me if it's okay with you Steve."

"Julia, if you're into it, I'm right there with you baby," I said, and I kissed her.

We'll probably do three twenty minute sessions, and you guys can rest for ten or fifteen minutes in between. The students will be working the whole time, so either wander into the house during your breaks, or stay kinda quiet like you did today. And orgasms are encouraged . . . the more the merrier," Carol laughed. "Steve's first one will be the big spurt, so let that one fly so we can get a good visual of it. Or, if you want Julia, you could take it in your mouth and let it dribble out the sides and down your chin. That'd be hot too. It's your call, just play up the visuals of it. And don't be afraid to be noisy. I know today it really helped me get in the mood and I think it helped me make a better drawing. I'll probably be talking about all this stuff with the students as it's happening, so just ignore me and do your thing, have fun. Don't act, just enjoy each other the way you would if nobody was around. Oh, and bring a decent looking robe that you won't mind being seen in.

"Speaking of just enjoying each other . . ." I said. I rolled Carol onto her hands and knees. Julia wiggled herself into position so Carol could eat her pussy, and I slipped into Carol from behind.

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The next day I slept late for a change, and didn't get to Julia's until after noon. I did another coat of joint compound on her walls, and we went out to the home center to pick out moldings and get paint and other supplies to finish up her living room. We had an early dinner at the corner diner, and got back to Julia's house about two hours before Carol wanted us. We took a nice quiet bath together to get cleaned up and sipped on big glasses of wine, but we saved our sexual energy for the evenings exhibitionism. Julia hadn't mentioned it all day, and I was a little worried she might be having second thoughts.

"So, it's almost time to go next door. You still okay with doing this?" I asked. "It wouldn't be the end of the world to cancel you know. I'm sure Carol would understand. She could just do a regular class."

"No way buster, I'm in," she said forcefully. "I decided the first night we made love I want my sexual life to be free and wild. I mean I don't want to get hurt or arrested or anything like that, but I want to be free and wild, you know what I mean? Uninhibited, exotic, adventurous. I want to make up for lost time." She thought for a moment and continued, "I don't think I could do it without you at my side though, at least for the time being. You're my guide, my sexual sherpa," she smiled.

"I just hope I'm not leading you astray," I said.

"Are you kidding? You've given me the most extraordinary gift . . ." Julia said, her voice trailing off and her eyes getting misty.

We kissed and finished our wine.

"I guess we're ready then. We'd better get going," I said as I climbed out of the tub and threw her a towel.

"Remember those videos you sent me links too a week ago?" Julia asked. "I've been practicing." She winked as she walked out of the room, wiggling her ass at me.

We dressed and grabbed our robes and walked over to Carol's place. Her studio looked very different at night. The windows were all closed up with heavy dark curtains, she had the space set up so the easel area was well lighted and the platform area with the bed was darker, and there was a large painted cloth backdrop hanging behind the bed, colored in dark earthy hues. She had asked us to arrive a little early so she could adjust the lighting on us. We stripped off our clothes in her house, and reclined on the bed in the studio while Carol worked with the portable lights, bathing us in harsh, bright light.

"Don't worry, these won't be as bright once I get everything set," she assured us.

She dimmed them quite a bit, put a reddish colored gel over one of them, and a yellowish gel over another one. She moved everything around carefully, and the effect was very nice. Lot's of soft warm shadows that emphasized Julia's lovely womanly curves.

We put on our robes and Carol turned on some soft guitar music. She poured us both a glass of wine and asked us if we wanted to meet the students as they came in. She thought it would help to relax us if we talked to them and saw how serious they were about their work. We agreed, and right on que the doorbell rang. Julia and I nervously walked around the studio looking at paintings while Carol brought in the first two students and introduced us.

"Steve and Julia, this is Jenn and Trish," Carol said. They were both young and cute, and looked like the kind of hippie girls you'd see at a music festival. They both had large portfolio cases hanging on their shoulders, and we greeted them with slightly nervous smiles. We chatted about a previous class they did with Carol the month before. I silently wondered if they were there for the 'Mister Ten Inch' session, or if one of them was the dildo girl.

Carol bounced between us and the door, and soon all six student had arrived. There were four girls and two guys, all roughly twenty years old, give or take, and all had similar portfolio cases with their supplies. Most had the same 'modern hippie' kind of vibe, but one of the guys looked more like the wealthy prep school type. All the girls were cute, but two of them, Chloe and Brooke, were downright smokin' hot. I wouldn't have any trouble getting an erection in front of this group of girls, that's for sure. In fact I was having trouble keeping it down as we were all standing around chatting. It was interesting to feel the sexual tension in the air, with the girls talking more to me and stealing glimpses of my chest and the half-hard lump in my robe, and the two guys chatting up Julia, with her lovely cleavage on display through her loosely tied robe.

"Okay, I think we can get started now," Carol said to everybody.

Suddenly the collective sense of anticipation in the room shot up, and there was a wonderfully electric feel to the air. I took Julia's hand and walked her over to the bed, and we sat with our hearts pounding, awaiting instruction. Carol stood in front of us and addressed the class as they set up their supplies and got ready.

"Okay everybody, thanks so much for coming tonight. I feel like we're all old friends because you've all been here before. I'm glad you're all veterans at this because we're pushing the envelope a little farther tonight. This will be the first class I've done with a live couple modeling for us. I'll be blunt here . . . they will be having real live sex in front of us this evening."

There was an audible gasp from a few of the students, and there was a wonderful look in all their eyes as they looked at us, some nervously, and some with a lusty gaze. I looked at Julia and took her hand in mine, and she looked at me and smiled peacefully.

"Now, as beautiful and organic and natural as this going to be, it's the kind of thing that's frowned upon by many people, including my neighbors, and probably the police," Carol said with a laugh. "So, discretion is important here, even more so than with the other classes we've done. Steve and Julia are members of the community here, and they're doing a wonderful thing for us. They're a real couple, and we don't want to do anything to embarrass them, and we don't want to do or say anything outside of these walls that will jeopardize having more of these classes in the future, okay?"

The students all nodded and looked very serious.

"Okay, good. I know you guys are all cool, but I just want you all to be extra careful with what you tell people when you leave here tonight. All right then, lets make some art."

"You guys ready?" Carol asked as she turned to us. "Try and remember the things I told you yesterday, play up the visuals of it for us, but mostly just be natural and enjoy each other. Don't 'act.' I'll take your robes if you're ready."

We stood and slid off our robes. Suddenly it felt very odd to have a dozen young eyes on my naked body. Carol had me lay on my back, and then she had Julia straddle my face and lower her upper body into the classic sixty-nine position. Carol carefully adjusted my arms and hands on Julia's hips, and then she had Julia arch her back lower and instructed her to use the hand farther away from the class to hold my cock, so more of me would show. I had a full hard-on already, and I was dying to plunge my face into Julia's already wet pussy.

"Are you guys comfortable? That looks great to me, super sexy," Carol said to us. We nodded.

"Okay class, I think that's a suitably hot scene for you tonight, don't you think?" Carol said. "We're going to do three twenty minute sessions with them. I'm going to have Steve and Julia proceed slowly for the first session, so you can get the basic architecture of your drawing down in pencil. I know some of you like to work differently, but I'd recommend you don't lock anything down in charcoal until you've seen them orgasm, because you're going to want to add movement and other emotion that just won't be there at the beginning. I did a charcoal for them yesterday as a gift for their participation here tonight, and trust me, these two are sexy as hell when they get going, so be patient with your drawing until you get the full feel of their sexuality."

Carol turned to us and said to begin. Julia wasted no time and sucked me into her mouth deeper than ever before. She had indeed been practicing, and I let out a moan that was louder than I would have liked, but Carol did say to pretend we were alone. I licked all the way from Julia's clit to her asshole, and she threw her head back and shuddered with a mini orgasm right off the bat that drew a collective gasp from the class. We were off and running, and it was unbelievably intense having sex in front of a class that was documenting not only our physical selves, but our raw emotions as well. We settled into a gentle session with Julia slowly stroking my length and kissing and sucking me gently, while I licked and kissed her pussy and ass. I avoided her super sensitive clit for the time being. 

I tried not to look at the students, but in my peripheral vision I could see Carol making her way around the room, working with each student individually, and occasionally addressing the whole class. The sound of all those pencils sketching my cock in Julia's mouth made me even harder. Time flew by and soon Carol was next to us asking us quietly if we would orgasm one at a time to end the session.

"Okay class, pay attention now," Carol said, "These moments are somewhat fleeting, so you want to lock the visuals in your memory, and then adjust your basic sketch however you see fit."

Julia was red hot at that point, and she went at my throbbing shaft with great fervor. I came in great gushing spurts, the first few flying in the air and the rest shooting through a few inches of open air into Julia's mouth. One of the girls said, "Holy shit!" quietly as I came, and as Julia swallowed and licked the sticky mess off my thighs there were a few moans, one of which sounded like Carol.

After getting my breath back I plunged my face into Julia's pussy and gave it to her good. Maybe it was a male pride thing, but I wanted her to come huge and loud. Her orgasm built quickly and she tried to muffle her screams by sucking my sticky, half hard cock into her mouth, but she couldn't hold back. She threw her head back and ground her red hot pussy furiously into my mouth as her body shook and trembled violently.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Oh shhiiiiitt!" she shrieked, the first words she had uttered since we started. She followed that with a fantastically loud deep guttural moan that expelled every bit of air from her lungs as her body rippled with deep tremors. After a silent moment she inhaled loudly and deeply, like a drowning person who just bobbed to the surface, and her body melted down onto mine, completely spent. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock, and I very gently sucked on her tender swollen pussy, as her limp and trembling body slowly quieted down.

"Fuck!" one of the guys said quietly, followed by a collective murmuring of "That was hot!" and other quiet comments.

"You guys are awesome," Carol said as she walked over to us shaking her head, and then she turned to the class.

"Okay you guys. It shouldn't be to hard to get some inspiration from that! If that wasn't erotic, I don't know what is. You guys keep working and Steve and Julia are going to take a much needed break. I think the room will burst into flames if they don't go and cool down a little." Everyone laughed at that, and Julia and I walked into the house, not even bothering with our robes.

As soon as we got into the privacy of Carol's kitchen Julia threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply.

"Oh my God! That was the most unbelievable experience of my life!" she said excitedly. "I can't even believe how exciting that was!"

"That was amazing," I said to her, and Carol walked in to check on us.

"Holy shit you guys! Those kids are never going to be the same after seeing that! That was smokin' hot! Are you guys okay?"

"We loved it!" Julia said, embracing Carol. "It was too exciting for words. The only problem is I'm so horny I want to fuck his brains out right now." The girls laughed.

"You know, I thought a full fuck session might be too much for these kids, but I think they're fully indoctrinated now," Carol laughed. "If you really want to, I'm sure they'd all love to stay and do a second drawing. We could do just one more slow session of sixty-nine, with no orgasms, and then take a break and do a fuck pose. What do you think? Are you in the mood to really blow their minds?"

Julia nodded at Carol enthusiastically, with big horny eyes. All I could do was laugh and shake my head in wonder at the powerfully sexy Julia. Carol filled our wine glasses, and the three of us walked out into the studio. Julia and I sat naked on the edge of the bed, feeling much more comfortable than when we'd started, and Carol addressed the class again.

"We have a potential slight change of plans, but I'll leave the decision up to you guys, okay? Yesterday when we were planning this, we had discussed whether to do a full penetration scene. You know . . . fucking," Carol said playfully as the students giggled nervously. "We decided to do a 'tamer' sixty-nine scene, but as you now know, watching Steve and Julia make love is not 'tame' at all." Carol and the class all laughed. "So, since Steve and Julia are, shall we say, revved up and ready, they've offered to stay and let you guys do a second drawing if you'd like to."

"Yes please," the very hot Chloe said as she scanned my naked body, and the rest signaled their approval as well.

"I had a feeling you guys would agree," Carol said with a little laugh. "So we'll do just one more session with the sixty-nine pose. Don't worry if you don't finish your drawing, you can polish it up here after the modeling is done, or at home or whatever. After that we'll do one longer session and let the models go free-form, and you guys can either do a serious drawing or just have fun with some quick action sketching. It'll be great practice for catching thing quickly."

There was a quiet murmur of excited talking amongst the kids while Carol got us back into our sixty-nine pose.

"No orgasms this time guys, save yourselves for later," she said.

The twenty minutes went by quickly, and I could pay more attention this time to Carol's teaching methods. She was really quite good at it. And Julia, it turns out, was also becoming quite good at cock sucking. She was getting some wonderful practice, seemingly taking me deeper and deeper as the clock ticked on. After a particularly deep round she looked back at me with a delightful mix of raw heat and pride in her eyes. I couldn't wait to fuck her brains out.

Carol called time on the session, and we all took a break, this time the students too, so we put our robes on and mingled. I noticed Julia had barely tied hers, it was open down below her belly button, and her lovely tits were barely contained.

"There's some drinks in the cooler by the door," Carol said to everybody. "Help yourselves. Sorry I can't give you booze, but some of you are under 21 and we're already flirting with legal disaster here."

Everybody started milling around and talking excitedly about the proceedings.

"Looks like you guys are a hit," Carol said to us, and then she leaned in close and whispered, "Recognize the guy in the prep school clothes? That's Mister Ten Inch."

"You're kidding!" Julia said quietly, with wide eyes. "Where the heck does he hide that thing!"

"He's a grower, not a shower," Carol giggled quietly.

Chloe heard us and moved in close next to me to join our whispering conversation.

"Are you talking about Bobby?" she asked Carol. "Ever since that night I've been trying to get into his pants, but he has a girlfriend at home or something."

"He turned you down?" I asked, surprised. I looked over Chloe's long legs, freckled cleavage, and long wavy red hair. "Kid's gotta be gay," I said, shaking my head. The girls all giggled.

"Chloe's modeled for me before," Carol said. "You mind if I show them?" she asked Chloe.

"No, I'd like you to," Chloe said, her green eyes twinkling.

Carol rummaged through her flat file and pulled out a naked Chloe. Not an erotic pose, just a classic reclining nude. It was done in pencil with a lot of detail and realism.

"Oh man!" I said as I looked it over. 

"You like?" Chloe asked seductively. 

I scanned every inch of the stunning body in the drawing, taking it all in.

"Oh, I guess you do like," Chloe said, blushing and smiling mischievously as she looked at the growing tent in my robe. She glanced up at my eyes and I just about came on the spot.

"Jeez Steve, nothin' like showing a girl what you're thinkin'," Julia laughed.

Carol had wandered off to talk to the others, so Chloe had us alone. "You know, if you guys ever want some company . . ." she said. "I know Carol doesn't want this turning into some kind of crazy orgy or something, but I think you're both really sexy. I've been with some . . . boys . . . but it was nothing like what you guys were feeling up there," she said, looking at the bed. "I'd love to know . . . if I can feel like that . . ." she said, and her voice trailed off. "Would you take my phone number?" she asked, her eyes darting between Julia's and mine. Before we could answer she flew over to her easel and came back and handed her number to Julia. 

"I'll never forgive you if you don't call me," she said looking at us both with a ridiculously beautiful smile, and turned and walked back to the others.

"Jesus!" I said quietly as I watched the most perfect ass I'd ever seen wiggle away from us.

"Well she's adorable," Julia said, watching her ass almost as intently as I was. "I guess you won't have any trouble getting it up for the next session with that on your mind," she laughed.

Right on que Carol called everybody back for the next round.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 15



Julia and I dropped our robes and sat on the bed cross-legged while Carol talked.

"So there's nothing formal planned here. No sustained poses, so you'll want to work quickly. We'll just let them go and see what happens."

Carol gave us a smiling nod, and we started with some kissing and touching. In no time at all we had completely forgotten where we were and we just made love purely for each other. I knew Julia needed a good fucking, so I rolled her on her belly and pulled up her hips. After a quick face plant in her ass I drilled my steaming hot cock into her wet pussy, and she squealed with delight. She stayed up on all fours for a while, her tits swaying beneath her with each thrust, and then as I picked up the pace she dropped her shoulders to the bed, her wild eyes scanning the class. There was no holding back now, and soon both of us were red hot and fucking like there was no tomorrow. It was raw and blistering in its intensity, and the sound of our bodies slapping together seemed to echo off the walls. Julia had her arms out in front of her, clutching at the bed sheet, and I pummeled her until she could take no more. Her orgasm released through her like molten lava, and she cried out as I continued my assault.

"OH MY GOD YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!" she cried. "OH GOD YES! God yes! God yes!" repeating it as her voice trailed of to a quivering whimper.

I only let up when she had gone completely limp in my grasp. Remarkably, I hadn't come, but there was plenty of time for that. I flopped Julia's limp body onto her back and kissed her beautiful tits. She was breathless and exhausted by her earth shaking orgasm, so I lay next to her against the wall and kissed her while I gently massaged her swollen pink pussy. I was able to get a look at the students, who I had almost forgotten about, and there was sexy Chloe right in the front, motionless, her mouth open a little, staring deep into my eyes. It looked like she had abandoned any attempt at drawing.

After a few minutes the feeling of being in front of an audience spurred Julia into action. She pushed me down on my back and positioned herself on her knees between my legs and sucked my cock into her mouth. This time she was determined to tame the beast, and she lowered her head all the way to my belly, my eight hard inches all the way down her throat for the first time. She held it for a moment, and then withdrew with a look of surprise and victory on her sweet face. She smiled at me and plunged down again for a repeat performance. The sensation felt fantastic, and I groaned loudly in approval. She pulled off again and had that 'I need you to fuck me again' look in her burning eyes. She mounted me and rode me like a rodeo girl, her tits bouncing, sweat dripping down her chest and a look of pure joy on her face. 

"Fuck me you big stud!" she said breathlessly. "Fuck me like you've never fucked before!"

After a wonderfully long ride, with both of our body's glistening with sweat in the red and yellow light, she lowered her upper body down against mine and said loudly, "Do it baby! Do it!"

I started thrusting up into her rapid-fire, her body nearly levitating off of me from the pummeling. We both came together, nearly screaming in each others ears, both of our bodies an uncontrollable mass of muscular contractions and tremors. It was awesome, pure and simple.

Julia collapsed on top of me, every ounce of her energy used up. Carol said something to the class, but I was pretty out of it myself and I don't even know what she said. A few were still looking at us intently and drawing, and others were looking at each others work and commenting excitedly. There was wonderful buzz in the room, a general sense that something special had happened. Carol came up and sat on the edge of the bed with us.

"That was fucking amazing you guys," she said quietly. "I've never seen these kids so swept away by an art session before. I thought maybe they would just stare at you guys in awe, but they were working all the way through. Well, except for Chloe — she sort of lost her train of thought in that final session. Can't say I blame her though," Carol laughed.

"She gave us her phone number," Julia whispered to Carol.

"Oh god, she's gorgeous isn't she? You lucky bastard Steve. What are you gonna do with that?" Carol asked quietly, and she winked at me.

"Pretty much what I just did to Julia, I'm hoping," I said, still breathing hard. The girls laughed and pinched me playfully.

Carol stood and addressed the class.

"So are you guys cool with Steve and Julia walking around to see your work? I know a lot of your pieces are unfinished, but they'd love to see what you're working on. You all have such different styles I think they'll find it fascinating."

All the kids seemed happy to show us, so we donned our robes and made the rounds. Carol was right, their styles were all over the map, and it was really exciting for us to see so many interesting variations. What a fascinating experience it had turned out to be.

As everybody packed up Carol gave one last plea for discretion.

"Even if you talk to other serious art students, just play it down a bit please. What went on here was pretty intense, and I'd really like to keep the whole live model thing pretty quiet if we can." She looked at us and added, "I guess if these two come back I'll have to soundproof the walls so the neighbors don't call the cops," and everybody laughed. "So we're good then? Did everybody have fun?"

The room erupted in spontaneous applause and whistles.

———————

After Carol cleaned up her studio she came over and joined us on Julia's porch for a glass of wine and some leftover pizza. We were laughing about young hormones and I showed them two other phone numbers that were handed to me on the sly earlier just as everyone was leaving. They were from Jenn and Trish, who I think were friends.

"Oh my god, those little sluts!" Carol laughed. "I'm not surprised though. I remember being in college and dreaming about older men. I always imagined they really knew what they were doing. And those girls saw it first hand tonight. Holy shit, if I was in their shoes I'd be all over you too. So Julia, I saw Tyler chatting you up, does he want to get some too," Carol laughed.

"Yeah, made me feel good. But he just seems so young . . ." Julia said.

"Go for it girl! You never know, maybe he's packin' ten inches too," Carol said, and we all laughed.

The wine and pizza was gone, and we all had a nice little buzz going.

"So," Julia said to me, "what do say we take Carol inside and thank her properly for the awesome time she gave us today."

"I think that's the least we can do," I said as I got up and took Carols hand.

"My god! You guys are insatiable!" Carol said, and we all headed for the bedroom.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 16



There wasn't much work to do at Julia's house the next day, so I took care of a couple of small jobs for other customers in the morning and got to her place after lunch. A buddy called me while I was there to see if I wanted to go to a music club that night to see a good band. I thought Julia would enjoy it, but she seemed exhausted. The first part of the week had taken a lot out of her, especially the previous night's art class experience, and she needed some quiet time to rest up. I thought about calling Ally, she had been to the club with me and enjoyed it, but I decided to take a night off from the ladies and just meet my friend Mark there. I put the final coat of joint compound on Julia's walls, and we sat out on her porch and relaxed the rest of the afternoon.

"So what are your thoughts about last night," I asked.

"I still can't believe we did that!" she said excitedly. "But I loved it! It's hard for me to fathom just how much I loved it. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. God it was exiting!"

"Yeah, I feel the same way," I said. "It was amazing. I mean I've been in 'group' situations before, but last night felt totally new and different. It was mind blowing."

We both sat quietly for a moment, running through it all in our minds.

"So did you call any of the girls yet?" she laughed.

"Ha! No, I don't work quite that fast," I said.

"Don't let Chloe slip away," she said. "I don't know if I've ever seen such a beautiful young woman."

"Maybe we should invite her over here some evening," I said.

"I think you're the main focus of her attention. She might be more comfortable with you alone to begin with. After that we can share," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Wow, my lover is telling me to go fuck another woman. You're full of surprises Julia," I said, shaking my head.

"Mmm, that sounds nice, you calling me your lover," she said with her eyes closed, letting the thought sink in for a moment. "You know, I'm old enough and wise enough to know exactly the situation I'm in, and I'm very happy with it. Like I said yesterday, you've given me a huge gift. You could leave me tomorrow and I'd still be thrilled with where you've taken me." She thought for a moment and continued. "Maybe it's got to do with me living 42 years without ever experiencing a male-female relationship. Now that I'm finally in one, jealousy just doesn't seem to enter into it. I think I'm as surprised as you. I like it though. I just want life to roll on . . . with lots of pleasure and no conflict. Fuck her silly if you want too Steve. Just come back and do the same to me . . ."

"Like I said, you're amazing," I said. "I've got a friend named Chrissy that reminds me a lot of you. I bet you two could be fast friends."

"Is she a friend or a lover?" she asked with a little smile, gazing deep into my eyes.

"A lover," I said. "An extraordinary, wonderful woman, like you. And as hard as it is for me to believe, she's 53 years old. If you meet her you won't believe it either."

I had been through enough already with Julia to know she was ready to hear more, so I told her about Chrissy and Ally and Nicki, and the wild times at Penny's camp with Mary and Johnny and Bix. Julia was enthralled.

"Wow," she said, shaking her head, "I just can't believe how full of life the rest of the world has been while I've been sitting at home dead for the last 20 years. You do know you're gonna have to invite me to Penny's next time right? If you don't invite me, I'll never forgive you," she said with a big smile, paraphrasing what Chloe said the night before.

"Oh, Penny'll eat you up. And Mary too. They both love the sexy girls. Prepare to be eaten alive," I said.

"Ooof! I'm getting hot just thinking about it," she said, fanning her face.

"Come to think of it, Mary kinda looks like a more mature version of Chloe. She's a stunning long-legged redhead with a body right out of the pages of Playboy. Better actually, because Mary's tits are real," I laughed. "Getting the two of them together might just explode my poor little brain."

After a few silent minutes, with Julia and I both mulling over the possibilities in our heads, I changed the subject.

"I don't want to bring the conversation down too much, but have you given any thought to what happens if your two worlds collide? I mean you're a respected author of children's books, right? And now you're into public sex and orgies..."

"Yeah. It actually flashed through my head while we were 'on stage' last night," she said, and she thought for a moment. "You know, I think I'd just move on. There's lot's of different kinds of writing I've always wanted to do. My success sort of has me stuck there in that genre, but maybe it's time to try something different." She thought some more and smiled. "I'd love to see the looks on the faces of some of those stodgy colleagues of mine if they knew what I did last night. Just showing up at the next conference with my new look is gonna blow some minds . . ."

"Maybe you'll blow somethin' else while you're there," I said with a wink.

"Ha Ha!" she said playfully, and then her mind started working. "There is one guy that's really attractive . . . a few of the women are always hitting on him, but he never goes for it, as far as I know. Funny thing is he often hangs out with me, maybe because I don't hit on him and I'm not threatening . . . I wonder if my new look will change anything . . ." Her voice trailed off in deep thought.

"I'm guessing he'll have his cock in your mouth within an hour of laying eyes on you," I said.

"Oh my God!" Julia exclaimed, and she blushed crimson red. "I hadn't really taken a moment to think of all the possibilities until now. I mean it's been such a whirl-wind the last few days. And it's just been you so far. But I guess other men might actually find me attractive now . . . those two boys last night seemed to . . ."

"You're damn right they did. And they would have if you were fully clothed too. You've got that mysterious something that guys are attracted to. I have no idea how you managed to hide it so well the last 20 years, because you're oozing with it," I said. "You should write a book on your transformation, that's what you should do," I laughed.

"Oh boy, I wouldn't know where to start," she said.

"Or you could write erotic books. That'd be fun," I said.

"Ha! I don't have enough experience for that yet," she said.

"I don't know, I think you've got enough for a few good stories already. Check out the Literotica website sometime. Even if you don't want to write that stuff it's lots of fun to read," I said.

Her eyes got big and she ran in to the house. She came out and handed me her laptop and sat down beside me. "Show me," she said.

I brought up the website and showed her the 'Author Awards' section to get her started with some good stuff. 

"I have a feeling you're gonna like this. Just remember to eat and drink and go to the bathroom once in a while," I said laughing, and I put the computer on her lap.

It was late in the day and time for me to head home to get cleaned up for my night out, so I gave her a kiss and left her with her new portal into the wide world of sex.

———————

There was a good crowd at the club when I arrived. I located my friend Mark and we got some beers and staked out some space near the stage. It was still a few minutes to showtime and most people were still milling around the bar, so we managed to get nice and close. Mark clicked beer bottles with me and pointed to the sweet ass on a girl not far in front of us.

"Holy shit, that's perfection right there buddy," he said.

It certainly was, and it also had a familiar look to it, especially with the long red hair cascading down to it. The girl turned her head a little and it was most definitely Chloe, talking to two girls I didn't know. 

"Hi Chloe," I said, loud enough to be heard above the recorded music.

Her beautiful head swiveled around as if in slow motion, and her face glowed when she saw me.

"Steve!" she yelled, and she just about jumped into my arms.

I looked over at Mark and winked at him as I hugged her, and he just shook his head.

"Chloe, this is my friend Mark," I said, and she gave him a big hug too. I'm pretty sure it made his day.

"You didn't call me yet. I was getting worried," she said.

"Nothin' to worry about sweetheart," I said.

"I hope not," she said. She looked like she wanted to say all kinds of nasty sexual things, but she held back with the other people around.

"So how do you two know each other?" Mark asked.

I jumped in before Chloe could say anything. "Chloe's an art student at the University, and I did some work where she was taking a class," I said. I looked at Chloe and winked.

"He's in the process of sweeping me off my feet," she said as she hugged me again.

"Well I don't know what you're waitin' for buddy," Mark said with a smile, and he clicked my beer bottle again.

Mark's bottle was empty already and he offered to make a bar run. He asked Chloe if she wanted anything.

"I'll take a beer. I turned 21 three weeks ago, in case you're worried about serving a minor," she laughed.

"Nope, couldn't care less. A beautiful girl asks me for somethin', I'm gettin' it for her, no questions asked," Mark said.

When Mark was gone Chloe put her body against mine and looked up at me with her big green eyes.

"Are you and Julia gonna make me scream tonight?" she asked. I could feel her breath quicken.

"Just me sweetheart. Julia thinks you and I should be alone the first time. And yes, I'm gonna make you scream. Many, many times. The neighbors might call the police," I said, and I lowered my head and kissed her for the first time. It was an electric kiss, and our tongues danced wildly together. "You wanna stay and watch the band first? We've got all night right?"

"All night," she said with lusty eyes. "And all morning..."

Mark came back with three cold beers, and the band took the stage to great whooping cheers. The crowd quickly filled in around us, which provided cover for our wandering hands. Chloe stood in front of me, with her perfect ass grinding against my hard cock. We each had a beer in one hand, and one hand free for roaming. Her's spent half the night squeezing and stroking my cock through my thin shorts. I came pretty close to cumming more than once, but somehow managed to avoid embarrassing myself. At one point she unbuttoned her shorts and slid my hand in. I didn't keep it there long because some of our near neighbors were catching on and watching, but damn, the girl was hot.

The band was great, but we beat it out of there before the encore. Chloe didn't have a car, so she rode with me in my truck back to my place. As soon as we pulled away from the curb she had my shorts open and my cock in her hand.

"I dreamt about your beautiful cock last night..." she said as she engulfed it with her hot mouth. 

The feeling was so intense I had to pull over to the side of the road. With people walking by on the sidewalk and cars whizzing by, I came explosively in her young eager mouth, and she sucked down every ounce of my hot cream.

"God! How fucking beautiful is this thing..." she said quietly as she licked me clean. I took a few deep breaths and pulled back out into traffic.

"Jesus Chloe, do you have any idea how spectacular you are?" I said, still breathing hard.

She smiled up at me with those big green eyes as she carefully tucked my softening cock back in to my shorts. 

Thankfully my house wasn't too far away, and soon we were ripping at each others clothes and tumbling into bed. Her body was magnificent, even better than I had imagined. Creamy skin covered in freckles. Perfect bikini tan lines. Soft and luscious d-cup tits with big sexy nipples so hard you could hang a coat hanger on them. And that ass . . . oh my God that ass! When she bent over, her puffy, pink, cleanly shaved pussy stuck out between those perfect ass cheeks and beckoned my like nothing I've ever seen before. Sheer perfection, and it was mine that night.

We had no sooner gotten undressed when my cell phone buzzed with a text. Now normally in that situation, with the world's sexiest college girl naked in my bed, I would have ignored it, but I had a funny feeling it was Julia. I mentioned it to Chloe and she encouraged me to have a look at it.

JUST TOOK BATHROOM BREAK NO FOOD OR WATER YET HOPE U R ENJOYING SHOW

I laughed and told Chloe that I had shown Julia an erotic story website and I knew she would be obsessed with it all night.

"I'm gonna tell her you're here," I said. "That'll give her something even hotter to think about. Who knows, maybe she'll even write a story about us. She's a writer you know."

"Oh my god, that'd be so hot!" Chloe said.

I typed out a reply and sent it...

CHLOE IS HERE SHE WAS AT SHOW ALMOST HAD SEX IN MIDDLE OF CROWD

After a few moments we had Julia's reply...

OMG DONT USE HER UP I WANT SOME 2

Chloe took my phone and her thumbs were a blur on the tiny keyboard...

HI JULIA CANT WAIT 2 SEE U AGAIN I WANT 2 MAKE U SCREAM LIKE STEVE DID

There was a long pause this time, and then we got a reply...

U JUST DID SWEETHEART

"Oh my God! She's so hot!" Chloe said with wide eyes and a huge smile, and she typed back...

STEVE CAME IN MY MOUTH IN HIS TRUCK HES SO HOT I CANT STAND IT

And Julia's reply...

OMG U GO GIRL WISH I WAS FLY ON WALL

"It'd be so much fun if she could watch us, don't you think?" Chloe said with a wicked little smile. "Do you guys Skype?"

We didn't, but after a 20 minute phone call to Julia the tech savvy Chloe had us hooked up. Julia was in bed, and it looked like she was naked. She had probably been there all evening reading dirty stories. Her hair was messy and she looked very sexy on the somewhat jumpy video on the computer screen. I put my lap top on a high dresser right next to my bed, and Chloe and Julia chatted for a few minutes as I adjusted the view.

"Stand back Chloe, I want to look at you," Julia said, seeing Chloe's perfect naked body for the first time. "Oh, you're so beautiful Chloe. Steve's the luckiest man in the world tonight."

As she was saying those words I embraced Chloe from behind, my hands roaming from her smooth belly up onto her soft, magnificent tits. Both the girls moaned loudly as I pinched Chloe's hard nipples and kissed her neck. This was indeed going to be fun.

Chloe pushed me down on the bed and licked her way up my inner thighs to my balls. She was on her knees on the floor between my legs, and I could see her glancing toward the camera to make sure Julia had a clear view of what she was doing. My cock was as hard as steel when Chloe lowered her mouth onto it, sucking me in inch by inch, her long golden red hair tickling my thighs. She was inexperienced, and only got about half of me in, but it felt hot and wet and glorious as she worked me in and out of her steaming mouth and stroked the bottom half of my shaft with her wet hand. My head was turned so I could watch Julia watching us, and her face was riveted to the screen.

After a few wonderful minutes I sat up and pulled Chloe up onto the bed. I pushed her down on her back, pinned her wrists down next to her shoulders, and kissed her hard. I was hovering above her, and I moved my body so that my throbbing cock slid between her pussy lips. Up and down it slid as I kissed her, both of us moaning into each others mouths, and then I kissed my way down to her soft freckled tits. 

"Oh yeah!" she moaned as I took a big hard nipple into my mouth and twirled it between my tongue and teeth. I pinched the other one with one hand and slid my other hand onto her wet pussy and she screamed out when I slid two fingers into her and pressed my thumb across her clit.

"Ooohhh! FUUCCKK!" she yelled, as her back arched high of the bed and her body shuddered with her first beautiful orgasm of the night.

A mere second or two later I heard Julia moan loudly and I looked to see her head bobbing fore and aft and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was in the middle of a big one too, and I wondered if she had gotten her dusty old dildo out of storage. Chloe watched the laptop screen as the girls both caught their breath. 

"Steve's so sexy he can make two girls cum miles apart," she said to Julia, and the girls both laughed through their heavy breathing.

"Are you gonna put your cock in her now Steve?" Julia asked seductively. "I can't wait to see you put your big cock in that beautiful girl." 

Julia's heavy breathing and the tinny sounding laptop speaker made it sound like an obscene phone call. It was very cool and sexy.

"I'm gonna put my cock in her right now Julia," I said, looking deep into Chloe's eyes. "It's gonna go deeper inside her than anything's ever gone before. And she's gonna scream so loud, you'll be able to hear her from your porch." Chloe's eye's were wide and burning with lust.

Chloe and I could hear Julia's heavy breathing as I positioned myself and lifted Chloe's long legs up against my chest and over my shoulders. I slid my hands down her thighs and she was covered in goosebumps. She was still on her back, her soft freckled tits spilling off either side of her, jiggling like jello with every movement. My rock hard rod was poised at her entrance and her gorgeous little pussy looked small next to it. I spit on my hand and smeared it on my cock and across her pussy lips, making her groan.

"Do it baby! Do it!" she said loudly, and she smiled and looked lustily at the camera. Those were the same words Julia yelled in my ear, spurring me on to fuck her brains out in front of the class the other night. I plunged my big cock about four inches into her, and her eyes got huge, still staring at Julia.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, as I pulled all the way out and then thrust in again, about six inches that time.

"Ooooohhhh!" she grunted, expelling every bit of air in her lungs, looking at me with her eyes even bigger. One more thrust and I was in balls deep. I started a slow fuck, and her pussy felt incredible, even better than I had imagined.

"Oh my GOD! . . . You feel so . . . fucking huge! . . . Oh shit! . . . Oh yeah! . . . Oh God I love it!" she cried. "I fucking love it!"

I held her legs tight to my chest as I pumped into her at an increasingly rapid pace, my balls slapping her ass and her tits oscillating wildly as she clutched at the bed sheets and grunted like a wild animal. We went at it that way for a long while, nothing existing in the world but the pure pleasure of the moment. I could see an orgasm starting to build in her gorgeous body, and as her back started to arch up off the bed she grabbed her tits in her hands and squeezed them hard. I was slapping into her with everything I had, and she cried out at the top of her lungs as she came, even more violently than I expected. It was a magnificent sight, and after she crested the peak I pulled out and came in a gush all over her belly and those beautiful freckled tits. She lay there almost unable to move, but soon her hands found my sticky cum and she smeared it all over herself and slowly rubbed it into her glistening skin.

There was silence in the room for a few moments, and then I was surprised by Julia's voice. I had forgotten all about her.

"Jesus Christ Steve. I told you not to use her up and save some for me," she said, scolding me and giggling a little.

Chloe let her exhausted head drop sideways so she could see Julia, and she laughed quietly through her heavy breathing. "There's plenty more for you Julia . . . I want to do this all the time . . ." she said dreamily.

"Welcome to the club girlfriend," Julia said, and they both giggled.

"Oh shit!" Chloe exclaimed, as she realized I was now laying on my stomach and sliding my tongue up her steaming hot pussy. I tasted her sweet honey nectar for the first time and she groaned loudly.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 16



"I'll talk . . . to you later Julia . . . Steve's taking me . . . on another trip," she said between quick breaths.

I slid my tongue between her puffy engorged pussy lips and swirled it around her now hyper-sensitive clit. She cried out, and I reversed my trail down through her lips to the spot I love on a woman, that smooth tender spot between her pussy and asshole, and then I licked her asshole and pushed my tongue into the tight hole. I worked my way back up to her clit and quickly brought her to another orgasm, this one more controlled but just as beautiful.

Chloe held my head in her hands as I looked up at her from between her legs, my face shining with her pussy juice. She turned her head to the camera and said quietly, "Oh my God! Is there a sexier man in the whole wide world Julia?"

"I don't know Chloe, but I'm pretty sure there's not a sexier woman in the world than you right now," Julia said.

"I agree," I said.

Julia laughed. "You agree with me, or with her?"

I laughed. I got up and straddled the still flat-on-her-back Chloe, putting a knee either side of her head. She reached up and grabbed the hard shaft bouncing right above her face, and with her delicate hand she guided me into her mouth. Her other hand found my balls, and I was soon on a trip of my own. I was facing the camera, and as I looked into it Julia held up her rubber dildo for me to see, smiled a wicked smile, and then from the look on her face I knew she was using it. She and I were both moaning as Chloe slurped on my cock. I was reaching the boiling point, and I suddenly wanted to fuck Chloe from behind. She was disappointed when I pulled out of her mouth, but squealed with delight as I rolled her over and lifted her ass.

"Oh my god! I've never done it this way, and watching you and Julia do it the other night was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. I was hoping you'd do me this waaAAYYY!" she shrieked as I plunged into her. 

I was in no mood for taking it easy, and I fucked her hard and long. She came three times, and I didn't stop. I slowed down a little each time, but I never stopped. I slowly ratcheted up the pace after each orgasm, and fucked her hard until she vibrated and screamed again. Over and over. Her long golden red hair was matted down and stuck to her sweat covered back, and sweat dripped off her swaying tits. 

"Oh my God oh my God Oh my God!" she breathlessly grunted like a beast as I continued to pump into her.

"Can I . . . can I cum . . . inside you Chloe?" I managed to ask her between gasping breaths.

"YES! YES!" she screamed, "CUM INSIDE ME YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!"

Somehow I had enough energy left to fuck her even faster and harder than before, and we both cried out at the top of our lungs as ecstasy swept over us both in a rapturous explosion, my cock spasming as I came deep inside her belly. Her orgasm seemed to never end, her whole body spasming uncontrollably, and then suddenly the energy drained from her. Her sweaty thighs slipped from my grasp and she collapsed flat and exhausted on the bed, moaning deeply with each exhale.

"Oh my god," she whispered over and over.

I collapsed next to her, pulled our sweat-soaked bodies together with my arms and kissed her. "You're amazing Chloe," I said.

After she gathered her senses, her tired eyes twinkled. "I was worried I wouldn't be good enough for you, to inexperienced, you know? I'm glad you liked me," she said.

"Oh Chloe," I said, "that was as good as it gets. You took me to the stars sweetheart." I kissed her again and then kissed one of her beautiful freckled tits. "Everything about you is perfect. And the way it feels when I'm inside you . . .Mmmm . . ." I moaned as I nibbled on her hard nipple, " . . . it's heaven."

Chloe was moaning quietly now, and her soft hand was slowly bringing my sticky cock back to life. 

"You're getting hard again," she said, sounding surprised.

"How could I not with you in my arms," I said.

After a few minutes of gentle caressing she rolled me on my back and said, "I want to try something else you and Julia did. It looked so sexy..."

She turned around and swung her leg over my head and lowered her pussy to me. It was red and puffy and well used, and it looked sexy as hell. I plunged my face into it as she lowered her body, and she took my quickly stiffening cock into her mouth. I could hear Julia moan again.

"Are you watching us Julia?" I asked as I lapped up Chloe's pussy juice. "Do you have that big rubber cock inside you?" All three of us were moaning loudly now, and Chloe's body tensed and vibrated once again.

"I can't believe how many times you've made me come," Chloe said, looking back at me with wild eyes.

She put my cock back in her mouth and took a few more slurpie sucks, and then she got up and straddled me cow-girl style and lowered her well-fucked pussy down onto my wet cock once again.

"Oh fuck! You fill me so good. God it goes so fuckin' deep," she said.

She lowered her head and kissed me hard as I slowly fucked up into her and her big freckled tits rubbed on my chest. She rose up, pinned my wrists down next to my shoulders and started gyrating her hips up and down. I lay still and looked up into her big green eyes as her hips picked up speed.

"Oh Jesus Chloe!" was all I could manage to say. The sight of her hovering above me and those glorious tits swaying above my face as she fucked me was too much. I was her slave.

"I want you to cum, my big sexy man," she said as she slid her pussy up and down on my red hot cock. "I wanna feel that big cock cum inside me again!"

She still had my arms pinned and she was gasping for breath as all her youthful energy fucked me with her wildly gyrating hips. She lowered a salty, sweat soaked tit into my eager mouth and I started thrusting my cock up into her as I came hard, both of us grunting loudly with the last of our breath. She ground her tit hard into my mouth as I came, and just about smothered me before she rolled off, both of us gasping for oxygen.

After a few quiet moments of heavy breathing Julia spoke up. "You know Chloe, he's quite a bit older than you. You really should take it easy on him." They both giggled. "And," Julia added, "you're wearing me out too. My pussy's so sore I can barely touch it anymore."

"I wish I was there to kiss it and make it better," Chloe said seductively.

"Me too Julia," I said breathlessly. "Me too."



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 17



Penny called and said she had been thinking of ways to make her Camp Heaven capable of sleeping more people. She loved hosting the orgies, and wanted to be able to expand them to bigger groups. We discussed a few ideas, but the obvious one, at least for the time being, was to add windows to the screened porch so it would be usable on those cold Adirondack nights. We could also make the doorway to the porch bigger, so when it was open to the main room it would feel more like one big space. It would almost double the size of the place, and if we got the right windows it wouldn't compromise the character of the old camp. She loved the idea and was hoping to get it done before winter set in.

A few hours later she called me back and told me she had lined up a carpenter friend to help share the work. She said he and his wife were old high school friends of hers, and they were going to drive up and figure out the materials we'd need and get the windows and doors purchased ASAP. Two weeks later we all arrived at the camp on a Wednesday afternoon for a four day weekend to do the work.

We lucked out and the weather forecast was good for the weekend. It would be frosty at night, but the days would be warm enough for a dip in the pond to clean ourselves up. When I arrived Penny was all smiles.

"There's my sexy handyman!" she said, and she gave me a huge hug as I put down my duffel bag and tools.

"Steve, this is Ron and Kathy, two of my oldest friends," she said.

Ron was a big, burly, good looking guy who looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym, and Kathy was a shy looking petite woman with frizzy greying hair. She was very cute.

"Hi Ron, hi Kathy, it's a pleasure to meet you guys," I said, extending my hand to both of them. They were nice folks, and we all hit it off right from the start, although Kathy was pretty reserved and quiet.

Ron had rented a small U-Haul panel truck, and it was full of windows and lumber. Penny's nearest neighbor, about a mile up the road, had lent her the use of a small four-wheel-drive all terrain vehicle that pulled a small utility trailer. It was perfect for moving the construction material up the half-mile trail to the camp.

Pretty soon Ron and I were tearing into the old porch, and the girls were shuttling supplies to us in the ATV. Ron was an easy guy to talk to and an easy guy to work with, and it turned out we had worked on a couple of the same big construction projects in the city back before I started my own business. He was very interested in my handyman business, and said he would love to break out on his own someday.

"Boy, I envy you man," he said. "I get so sick of all the drama on the job sites, not to mention having to be there every single day, and all the overtime they expect. I'd just love to have some more freedom with my schedule."

"Yeah, that's the best part," I said. "Well, maybe not the best part. I never realized how many lonely female homeowners there are, if you get my drift." Kathy and Penny were down at the truck with the ATV, so we were talking freely.

"Holy shit! They come on to you?" he asked.

"Well, lets just say I've got a whole bunch of new relationships since I started the business less than a year ago. It's pretty wild actually, and totally unexpected. Well, back when I started it was unexpected, but now I can read the signals. I let the women guide things though — I never instigate anything or push. Just some mild flirting, and then I just let it go where it's gonna go, you know what I mean?" I said with a smile.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he laughed. "So how often does somethin' happen?"

"I don't know, maybe one out of ten customers," I said. "It doesn't always go beyond maybe a blow job or something, but some have become really fantastic relationships. Penny for example."

Ron laughed. "Yeah, it doesn't surprise me that's how you met Penny. She's been a wild one ever since high school."

"Ah, you know about Penny's wild side. So are you guys gonna join us for her next party? She's really excited to have more room here. Last time there was eight of us and it was pretty tight in there," I said, gesturing toward the main room. "Not as tight as the 19 year old that was here though," I winked and laughed.

From Ron's silence I could tell I might have said too much, and when I looked at his face he looked shocked but interested. 

"Oh man, I guess I shouldn't have said that, sorry," I said.

"No, it's cool man. It just took me by surprise a little. But knowing Penny, it shouldn't surprise me. So it was like a real live orgy or somethin?" he asked.

"Well . . . yeah, but . . . I should probably let Penny tell you if she wants to. She might be pissed at me for lettin' the cat out of the bag. I just . . . from the way the conversation was going I just assumed you knew . . ." I said.

"No, really, it's cool man. I just wish I could talk my wife into somethin' like that. She'd never go for it though," Ron said, shaking his head.

"Never say never man. Some of the older women I've been with this summer have surprised the hell out of me. Easing them into a more interesting sex life has totally transformed a couple of them," I said. "Oh, sorry man, I didn't mean to say Kathy was 'older'. She's actually pretty cute. Jeez, I'm puttin' my foot in my mouth right and left here . . ." I said, laughing embarrassedly. "I better shut up."

"Don't worry about it Steve," Ron said with a little laugh. "It's kinda nice to know you think she's cute though. I often wonder what other guys think of her, younger guys like you . . ."

"Yeah man, she's got that older hippie vibe. I like it," I said, trying to be careful how I worded things. I didn't want to piss off my new friend when we had a whole weekend of work ahead of us.

"She'd never go for it," he said, thinking about the orgy and shaking his head again. "She likes readin' about that stuff though," he laughed. "She reads those romance novels. I have a peak at 'em once in a while, and they've got some pretty wild sex in there sometimes. I like it when she reads 'em 'cause it heats her up good for the night," he laughed.

"You know, since we're talking about all this," I said, "I should probably broach this subject before you get mad at me . . . some of my lady friends call me an incorrigible flirt, and since Kathy's cute and all, I just hope you don't take it the wrong way if you see me flirtin' with her a bit. Sometimes I do it without even realizing it."

"Hey man, go for it. I shouldn't say this, but I get turned on when she gets flirty with other guys. That's why the whole idea of bringin' her to an orgy really gets me going . . . but . . ." his voice trailed of as he shook his head again. 

We could hear the ATV coming and soon the girls drove up the trail with two windows on the trailer. Ron had found them at a salvage yard, and they were perfect for the old place. Once we had them installed they'd look like they had been there forever. There were 16 of them, and they had removable glass sections so in the summertime the porch would be nice and open with lots of screens, and when the cold weather set in Penny could glass it all in. She was thrilled.

"Oh man, I can't believe how great this is gonna be!" she said with a big smile.

It was already starting to get dark, so we quit for the day. Penny brought out some beers and we sat in old lawn chairs and relaxed.

"You guy's should go check out the pond before it gets dark. It's beautiful this time of day," she said to Kathy and Ron. They wandered off down the trail, and Penny wasted no time telling me what was on her mind.

"Kathy thinks your cute. I'd love it if we could somehow finagle it to swap partners this weekend. I have a feeling it'll never happen, she's awful prudish these days, but I'd love to try. I'd be surprised if she could resist someone as sexy as you, and I've wanted to fuck Ronnie since I met him back in, like, seventh grade."

"Jeez Penny!" I said. "What were you, like twelve or something?"

"Yeah. What's your point?" she said, and we both laughed.

"Wow, that's like thirty years of pent-up desire. I've seen you cum really hard, but that might fry your brain," I laughed. "Actually, Ron and I have already been talking about sex a little. I'm sorry Penny, but I sorta slipped up and told him about your parties up here," I said.

"What? Ron knows about that?" she said as I watched her blush for the first time. Her eyes were big, but she didn't look mad. "Oh my god. Now I'm really gettin' hot," she said, fanning her red face and looking at Ron off in the distance. "God, I hope this goes somewhere this weekend. I don't wanna fuck things up with Kathy though. She's a good friend. It's gotta be mutual. You gonna help me?" she asked, with a wicked little grin.

"As long as it's cool with Ron," I said. "I have a feeling it will be, but I don't wanna do anything screwed-up and cause any hard feelings, you know?"

"I know sweetie. You're such a nice guy, I couldn't get you to do somethin' wrong even if I wanted to," she said, and she gave me a nice wet kiss just as Kathy and Ron approached.

"Oooo, I was wondering if you guys were a couple. I had a feeling, since there's only two places to sleep," Kathy said, winking at her old friend Penny.

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The girls went inside and started rustling up some dinner. They had brought enough food to feed an army.

"Why don't you guys get a fire going in the pit," Penny yelled out the window. "There's no bugs this time of year so we can eat outside."

We feasted on cold chicken, potato salad and cold beer around a nice warm fire. The leaves were off the trees, and the air had a crisp, late-in-the-year feel to it, with a frosty chill setting in. Dessert was cheesecake and a round of tequila shots, and we were all loosening up.

"So Penny, what are you gonna do with all your new space," Kathy asked.

"I was thinking wall-to-wall mattresses for my orgies," Penny said matter-of-factly.

Ron was sitting next to me, and he nudged my leg with his knee.

"Penny! You dirty girl! You're not serious . . ." Kathy gasped. She knew her friend was wild, but that was too much for her mind to grasp at the moment.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," Penny said and she winked at me and smiled, in full view off Kathy and Ron.

"Jeez Penny!" Kathy said. Even in the orange fire light I could tell she was blushing, and she quickly changed the subject.

"How do you like the handyman business Steve?" she asked me.

"Oh it's great," I said. I decided to keep pushing Kathy's buttons a little. "I get to make my own hours, and most of my customers are lonely women, so I get to practice my flirting."

"Oh, I bet they love havin' you in their house . . ." her voice trailed off as her eyes drifted down my body. I wondered if she was thinking about one of her romance novels.

"What's that logo you said you wanted to put on your truck Steve?" Penny asked.

"Let Steve Do It. You'll Be Glad You Did," I said quietly, looking deep into Kathy's eyes. She was noticeably flustered.

Ron laughed. "That's great! You gotta have that painted on there, it's perfect!" he said, giving me a knowing look.

We talked and laughed for hours in the chilly darkness, warm jackets and a roaring fire keeping us warm. Penny was keeping the dirty jokes and sexy talk going, and Kathy was loosened up nicely. Ron was really enjoying himself, especially when his wife was noticeably pushing her comfort limits with the sex talk. There was a definite feeling of 'possibilities' in the air, and Penny was orchestrating it beautifully. As the big fire started to die down we did one more round of tequila shots.

"That's my last one," Kathy said after she downed hers. "I haven't been this buzzed in years. It's like the old days, huh Penny?"

"Yeah, we used to have some fun didn't we?" Penny said. She turned to me and said, "Kathy and I were quite the little party sluts when we were teenagers."

"Penny! You asshole! Don't tell him that!" she said, but the sexy look on her face made me think she really didn't mind me hearing it.

"It's true," Ron said to me. "I was too straight-laced to take advantage of it until high school though. They had a pretty good head start before they got a hold of me."

"Whaddya mean before 'they' got a hold a me," Kathy asked him. "Did you and Penny ever . . .?"

"No," Penny said quickly, "but not because I never wanted to though." She boldly winked at Ron.

Kathy took it in stride. "I guess that's what you get when your best friend's obsessed with sex," she laughed.

"I can't think of anything better to be obsessed with. Great sex makes the world a happy place," I said.

"You got that right buddy," Ron said, as he clicked his beer bottle against mine.

"Jeez, we better watch out Penny. These guys might wanna to gang up on us tonight," Kathy said, shaking her head.

"Yes please," Penny said with a big sexy smile.

"God Penny, you're incorrigible," Kathy said quietly. She glanced at my eyes but looked away quickly. She was quite obviously breathing a bit heavier than before.

We were all silent for a while, and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife as we watched the fire die down, the cold night air seeping into our bones. Finally Penny spoke up.

"Well, I think it's time to turn in. We've got a big day tomorrow."

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We all took turns taking the kerosene lamp to the outhouse, and made our way into the toasty warm camp. Unbeknownst to us Penny had been stoking up the wood stove as part of her devious plan.

"Holy shit Penny, it's like a hundred degrees in here!" Kathy said as she entered.

"Well there's no insulation, so we've gotta stoke it up now so it's not freezing in the morning," Penny explained. "Just strip down to your undies honey. You'll be fine."

"Why do I get the feeling you're a devious son of a bitch?" Kathy said to Penny with a sly grin as she took off her jacket.

"Well, there's nowhere to hide in here, and were all adults, so . . ." Penny's voice trailed off as she quickly unbuttoned her heavy flannel shirt and draped it over a chair as she went to the kitchen counter to clean up a little. I'm pretty sure she winked at a smiling Ron as she breezed by him in her jeans and bra. She held up the tequila bottle and said to Kathy, "Want another shot of courage honey? Before you strip?"

"I'm not gonna strip!" she said rather sternly, and she looked around. Steve and I were both taking our shirts off, and her gaze landed on my chest. Then she reached out for the bottle and took a swig, handed it back to Penny and said in a defeated tone, "Oh what the hell." She unbuttoned her shirt, tossed it on the table, and did a ballerina style curtsey. "If I had known it was gonna be a stripper show I woulda worn my good underwear," she said, giggling nervously, her eyes darting between Ron and me. 

Penny gave her a hug and a slap on the ass. "You look fantastic honey," she said. "Better than you did when you were eighteen. I've always been jealous of your pretty little ass. Take your pants off so we can see it. You don't mind, do you Ron?"

"Are you kidding? It's my favorite part of her," he said. He had a wide grin on his face, and was obviously very happy with the way things were progressing.

"If you're shy we can all do it together," Penny said. "Then we'll all be comfortable." 

Penny winked at me, and she and I both started unfastening our jeans. Ron quickly followed our lead, and after a momentary pause Kathy slowly did the same.

Penny spun Kathy sideways to me. "Doesn't she have a sweet little ass Steve?" Penny said. "I mean it's just perfect isn't it?" Kathy was blushing as she looked sideways at me. Her chest was heaving and she looked flustered.

"Absolutely . . . gorgeous," I said, taking in all of her thin, flat-stomached body. Her ass was a perfect little bubble, her tits were in perfect proportion to her body size, and she looked very sexy. She broke her gaze from me and looked at Ron, who was still grinning like the cheshire cat. She immediately noticed his tented boxer shorts, and planted her body in front of him to block the view of it.

"I think we should go to bed now Ron, you guys have a lotta work to do tomorrow," she said.

They already had their gear stowed up in the loft, which was a narrow little platform just big enough for two twin mattress end-to-end. Penny seemed fine with them calling it a night. I think she was happy with the way things had gone, and we still had two more nights to go.

"Are you sure you'll be comfortable up there?" Penny asked them. "I feel guilty taking this big bed down here."

"No, it's fine Penny. I don't take up much room," Kathy said. She maneuvered Ron towards the ladder so Penny wouldn't see the tent in his boxers, but Penny had gotten a good look at it already.

As she climbed the ladder Kathy's ass looked incredible, and Ron couldn't resist a feel as he went up behind her. There wasn't much headroom up in the loft, so Kathy had to crawl sexily onto the mattress. "Jesus baby, you look fuckin' hot," Ron said quietly to her.

It was now apparent to everyone that they were very visible to us, and the old brass bed was even more visible to them. Penny's face gave away the fact that she planned on us putting on a good show for them.

"That ladder's dangerous to use in the dark, so I'm gonna leave the oil lamp on about halfway," she announced. Then she threw two more logs in the wood stove to keep the temperature up.

"It's too hot baby, I'm gonna have to go commando tonight," I heard Ron say to Kathy. He stripped off his boxers, and his hard cock was pointing toward the sky as he laid on his back. He was right up against the thin railing, and easily seen by us.

"Jesus Ronnie, they can see you!" I heard Kathy say, and then her leg went over his body and pushed his cock from view.

Penny pushed the blanket and top sheet all the way to the bottom of the bed, and we laid down in full view of Ron. The light was dim, but as our eyes adjusted we could see each other clearly.

"That went beautifully tonight, you were wonderful," Penny whispered quietly in my ear.

"I have a feeling you're not done yet," I whispered in her ear.

"I want to put on a little show for them, and hopefully they'll do the same for us. If all goes well you can fuck that beautiful little ass of Kathy's tomorrow, and I'll finally get me some Big Ron," she whispered. "I remember Kathy from when she was a horny teenager, and she was showing all the signs tonight."

Penny popped off her bra, and slithered out of her panties. "Be quiet. I don't want to make this too obvious," she whispered.

I slipped off my boxers and could see Kathy and Ron kissing. Penny whispered in my ear again. "Turn yourself a little bit this way. I want Kathy to get a good look at your big cock. She's gonna want it bad by tomorrow . . ."

Penny got on the opposite side of me so she didn't block their view, and started giving me a magnificent blow job. I couldn't help but let out an audible moan, and out of the corner of my eye I saw their heads swivel in our direction.

"Holy shit," I heard Ron whisper.

"Two can play at that game," Kathy said quietly, and I watched her head move slowly down Ron's body and suck in his cock. She was on the other side of him, looking right at me as she sucked.

Soon Penny wanted to ratchet things up a notch, and she sixty-nined me. I let out another loud moan as she sucked me in deep and I tasted her sweetness for the first time in a while.

Even with my face in Penny's ass I could see the action in the loft. "Do that to me baby, lets try it," Ron said very quietly.

Kathy was obviously feeling adventurous, because in full view of us she stripped off her underwear, swung her leg over Ron's face, and he dug into his feast. In no time at all she had a big orgasm, up on all fours with her head thrown back. I could tell she was trying to keep quiet, but some of her deep grunts were too powerful to hold in. Penny followed suit, undoubtedly stimulated by watching her friend, and had a lovely quiet orgasm of her own. 




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"Oh baby that feels good," she moaned, trying to keep things quiet and under control for the time being. A quiet orgasm was very un-Penny-like, and I knew she had at least one monster waiting to be unleashed if she'd let me.

Kathy was sucking furiously on Ron's cock, spurred on by her own release, and Ron was getting more vocal. When Kathy started moaning audibly Penny took it as a signal.

"Fuck me Stevie boy," she said.

She got on her hands and knees and positioned herself carefully so our audience would have a good view, and I mounted my hot steed. Penny's pussy always felt like it was made for my cock, and there was very little chance of me being quiet fucking her that way.

A lusty sounding Kathy got up on all fours. "Fuck me Ronnie, do me like Steve," she said. They were talking quietly, but I think they knew we could hear them.

I started out fucking Penny slowly, pulling out all the way each time so I could give Kathy a good look at my full eight inches. 

"God that's hot," she said to Ron as she watched us. She was sort of facing me, so I couldn't see Ron's cock in her, but he was clearly fucking her slowly the way I was doing Penny.

"Steve's got a big cock doesn't he baby," Ron was breathing hard, but kept up his quiet conversation. "You like his big cock baby? He fucks like that guy you like in the dirty movie doesn't he? Think how deep that big cock would go inside you . . ."

"Ohhhh fuuuck!" Kathy moaned as he drilled into her. Her head was down on the mattress, but she was still watching us intently.

Penny was getting into it now, and getting more vocal. She started thrusting back into me to get me to speed up.

"Fuck me harder baby! Give it to me! Give it!" she grunted loudly through her teeth. "Oh fuck yeah!" She was in her full voice now, and getting louder. "God I love your cock!"

I was slapping into Penny's ass loudly now, and Ron was doing the same to Kathy. There was no more pretense of trying to keep quiet from each other, it was game on, and the sounds of sex filled the room. Kathy had her arms up on the thin metal railing, her sexy little body on full display for me as her pussy got pummeled from behind, and she and Ron were both moaning at the top of their lungs. 

"Oh My Fucking God!" she yelled. "Squeeze my tits baby! . . . Oh fuck!"

Penny was on the verge of cumming, and I knew it was going to be one of her big ones. I slid a hand under her belly and found her clit, and after a few strokes she went off like a rocket with a loud scream and much thrashing about as I continued my assault on her plasma fired pussy. She ended up flat on her stomach with her legs spread wide, and I continued pumping into her as best I could until I heard Kathy cum. I looked up at her as she let out a window rattling moan and her body quivered for what seemed an endless time, Ron still giving it to her good. While she was in the middle of it I pulled out and splattered my seed all over Penny's beautiful ass and back, and Ron came with another series of loud grunts.

"Fuck Steve . . ." was all Penny could quietly say as she lay there, legs spread and arms out, unable to move.

"Jesus Kathy!" Ron said quietly, as he gasped for breath. "I've never seen you this hot before. I could get used to this."

Ron was still on his knees, and Kathy spun around and took his cock in her mouth hungrily. "Holy shit," Ron said as he collapsed on the bed, Kathy still sucking him clean.

I grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen counter and wiped the splatter of Penny's backside. "You've got a magic cock baby," she said breathlessly, just loud enough for the others to hear. "Looks like Ronnie does too." She winked at me and rolled her head onto the pillow for some much needed sleep.

"Goodnight you guys," Penny said for all to hear. "We've got a big day tomorrow . . ."

I'm sure everybody went to sleep wondering just what that meant.

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The next day dawned bright and sunny. A thick fog hung over the pond from the cold night air, and it swirled around in rising tendrils as the sun slowly dissipated it. I think I was the first one awake, and my head was fuzzy from the tequila. It was chilly, so I put two logs in the wood stove, and I took a look in Penny's coolers and found some orange juice and some yogurt to get me going. I'm always starving in the morning, especially after good sex. I was naked, which is the normal way to be at Camp Heaven, but I thought that might be pushing things to far too soon with Kathy and Ron, so I pulled on my boxers. I sat quietly at the big round table — ground zero for the wild sex at Penny's last party — and thought of how hot Kathy had looked the night before, showing herself off to me up against the railing as she got fucked from behind. I was playing it all over again in my mind when I saw her stir up in the loft. 

She sat up quickly, too quickly probably, let out a quiet moan and put a hand on her forehead. After she held her aching head for a few moments, she turned and noticed me. Her lovely tits were in full view of me, and she didn't seem to mind. That was a good sign. She nonchalantly found her bra and carefully put it on, and then she slipped on her panties. She looked at the still sleeping Ron and quietly crawled to the ladder. As she descended her bubbly ass wiggled seductively, almost like she was giving me a special show.

"Morning Steve," she said quietly as she approached me. She kissed me softly on the cheek and walked to the kitchen counter, her ass wiggling and jiggling under her thin cotton panties. Ron and Penny were right, it was a spectacular ass. She poured a glass of juice and joined me at the table.

"How's your head?" I asked quietly.

"It's been better," she smiled. "So tell me Steve, did Penny really have to make it so warm in here last night, or did she just do it to get us all outta our clothes?" She smiled seductively as she looked up at me with twinkling eyes.

"I think you know the answer to that," I said with a quiet laugh. Kathy shook her head, still smiling.

"Coffee, I need coffee . . ." Penny moaned quietly, and she slithered her naked body off the side of the bed. "Mornin' you guys," she said as she passed us, rubbing her eyes.

She turned on the small propane cook stove, put on a pot of water, and sat down at the table with us, her tits jiggling nicely.

"If you don't put some clothes on I'll have to take care of Ronnie again this morning," Kathy said to Penny. "You know he's always had a thing for you."

"Really?" Penny said, suddenly very alert and curious.

"Oh come on, you must know that after all these years," Kathy said.

"Well . . ." Penny said, searching for the right words, "that probably happens amongst all groups of friends, right?"

"Yeah, I guess it does," Kathy said, looking at my chest and then up into my eyes.

The water was boiling so Penny got up and poured it through the coffee maker, and the heady aroma filled the room. I walked over to the wood stove and got down on my knees to poke at the fire. I did it purposely to give Kathy a good look at my ass. I was going to keep the heat turned up on her all day, and with a little luck I would have my hands on that sweet ass of her's later.

"Mornin' folks," Ron said from up above. He was looking down with a big smile at the still naked Penny at the kitchen counter.

"Penny!" Kathy said sternly.

"Oh, Sorry sweetie," she said to Kathy. "Sorry Ronnie, I didn't know you were up," she said, looking up at Ron.

"Nothin' to be sorry about sweetheart. Nothin' at all," he said down to Penny, who was standing next to the bed putting on her undies. Of course Penny was better prepared for all this than Kathy, and her bra and panties were lacy and almost see through.

"I guess next time I go 'camping' I'll have to hit Victoria's Secret first," Kathy said with a little laugh. "Who knew?"

"You look plenty hot sweetie," Penny said to her. "There's nothin' sexier than real life. Right Steve?"

"Absolutely," I said, blatantly admiring Kathy's tits.

Penny poured four big mugs of coffee and brought them to the table with a little carton of milk and a bowl of sugar and a spoon.

As Ron was on his way down the ladder Penny said, "We can all share the spoon right? It's nice to share."

When Ron heard her words he missed the bottom rung on the steep ladder and almost fell on his ass.

"Whoops! Sorry. Tequila makes me clumsy" he said, looking slightly embarrassed. His cock was at half-mast from watching Penny get dressed, and pretty noticeable under his silk boxers.

"Sit down honey. Everybody'll lose their appetite lookin' at that thing," she said, gesturing to his crotch.

Right on que, Penny looked at him and said, "I'm hungry." She spun her head towards Kathy and said, "Let's see what we can whip up for these big strong boys."

The two girls got up and started cracking eggs. Penny put some bagels in a metal contraption with a handle and asked me to toast them with the wood stove fire. Ten minutes later we were chowing down on scrambled eggs, bagels, and fresh fruit. Penny kept the coffee flowing.

"So Ron, do you go to the gym, or is that just from hard work?" I said, gesturing to his well muscled upper body.

"Yeah, I hit the gym three times a week with a buddy of mine. It keeps me feelin' healthy," he said.

"They just like to watch the girls in their tights," Kathy laughed.

"Well, there's that," Ron said with a smile.

"So where is this gym, maybe I should join." Penny said, winking at Ron.

"You keep your ass outta there Penny," Kathy said playfully. "You should come do yoga with me."

"Ah, that explains it," I said, looking at Kathy.

"Explains what?" she asked me, looking curious.

"Uh . . . well . . . your . . ." I searched for the right words.

"I believe he means your perfect little ass honey," Penny said to her.

I silently agreed, and Kathy blushed.

"Yoga girls always have awesome asses," Penny said. "And they're flexible too. Is she flexible Ronnie?"

"Oh yeah," Ron said. "You'll s . . ." He wanted to say you'll see, but he stopped himself short. Kathy blushed even more, and her whole chest was bright red.

"We better clean up these dishes," she said, and she made her way quickly to the kitchen counter with a load of plates.

The awkwardness passed quickly, and we finished up our coffee.

"Ready to hit it Ronnie?" I said.

"Yeah man. Let me throw on some clothes and I'll meet you out there.

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Ron and I had the rest of the demolition work done by mid-morning, and we were ready to start framing in the new work. The girls were shuttling us supplies from the truck on the ATV, and everybody was having a good time. When the girls were gone Ron talked freely about last night.

"Jesus that was some wild shit last night," he said. "I haven't seen Kathy that worked up in years man. We've been married a long time, and things were gettin' pretty stale in that department, if you know what I mean. It felt great to have her really fired up again." He laughed and said, "She's probably saying the same thing about me to Penny."

"Penny's fuckin' hot isn't she?" he said. "Jesus Christ she fucked like an animal last night. Kathy would probably kill me for sayin' this, but I've wanted to fuck her ever since I first met her. But she and Kath were best friends, you know how that is."

"I don't know if this is the right time to say this or not," I said, "I mean you look like you could pound me into a pulp if this pisses you off, but what the hell, it's gotta be said at some point. Penny feels the same way about you, and she's hoping to swap partners this weekend. That's where her devious plan is heading." I blurted the whole thing out with a nervous laugh.

"Fuck!" Ron said softly, with a faraway look in his eyes. After a long pause he said, "Don't worry man, it's cool. It fuckin' makes me horny as hell. It's weird, I mean I never thought about sharing Kath with anybody else . . . well I guess I've fantasized about that stuff, but it's never been, like a real life idea, you know what I mean?" He still had that far away look. I didn't really have anything more to say, so I just let him mull it over.

"Wow, this is blowin' my mind man . . . we gotta do this though . . . it's like a once in a lifetime kinda thing. It's too perfect . . . we gotta go for it, right?" he asked.

"It's gotta be your decision man, you and Kathy. But I'm all for it if you guys are, I mean Kathy's super hot, and we all get along great, and like you said, it's like the perfect storm of opportunity here. There's somethin' magic about this place . . ." I said. After a moment I added, "It's totally up to you guys though. If either of you is the least bit uncomfortable with the idea I'll get Penny to back down. She'll understand, she loves you guys."

"Fuck, my head's spinning man. The thought of finally getting together with Penny . . . and with Kathy watching . . . Jesus, I gotta sit down man," he said as he walked over to the lawn chairs.

Just then the girls drove up with the load of lumber we asked for. They saw me working and Ron sitting, and they stopped next to him.

"What's the matter? You okay Ronnie? You don't look so good," Kathy said.

"No, I'm okay sweetie. Come here and give me a kiss," he said.

"We're just taking a little break," I said as I joined him in a lawn chair.

"How about coffee and donuts for you boys? Ronnie looks a little pale," Penny said as she went inside.

I wanted to get Penny alone to fill her in on what had happened, so I wolfed down a donut and hopped on the ATV. "Hey Penny," I said, "let's go down to the truck. I wanna get a couple things." She got on and we sped away down the trail. When we got to the truck I told her what had happened.

"Ron's totally into it baby. When you guys showed up he was sittin' down 'cause his head was about to explode thinkin' about fucking you," I laughed.

"Holy shit, really! Oh man, now I gotta sit down," she said, and she sat on the back of the truck. "This is so awesome. A dream come true after all these years . . ."

"Don't forget about Kathy. You don't want to go there unless it's totally cool with her, right?" I said.

"Yeah. Yeah," Penny said dreamily. "But I don't think that's gonna be a problem. She wants you bad. She's tryin' to be coy about it but I can tell. Watchin' your big cock split me open last night just about did her in I think."

"Well, I think it's gonna to be hardest for her to take the plunge . . . to give her husband to her best old friend. Ron'll be giving her to someone they don't have a long history with. That's very different, you know what I mean?" 

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'll be careful. But I really don't think it'll be a problem. I think she wants this just as much as the rest of us. She's just afraid to say it out loud. Oh man, this is so fucking exciting. Thank you Steve," she said, and she gave me a big wet kiss.

"We'd better load up a few things so it looks normal when we get back," I said.

We brought a small load up to the camp and while Ron and I unloaded it he whispered in my ear. "It's gonna happen buddy. Kathy's in."

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The day wore on and Ron and I made great progress on the porch. We had half the windows installed and it was looking good. Penny was super happy.

"I think it's quitin' time. We don't want you boys to wear yourselves out," she said with a sly grin. Why don't you go down to the pond and get cleaned up. The water's still surprisingly warm. Kath and I'll bring some towels down in a few minutes.

Ron and I walked down to the pond and stripped off our clothes by the lounge chairs.

"Jesus, this is embarrassing," he said. "Don't take this the wrong way man. It's Penny I'm thinkin' about." He turned and revealed half a hard-on.

"Yeah, she's got a way of doin' that to a guy," I laughed, and I walked into the water. It really was a comfortable temperature, and I was hoping the girls would join us for a swim.

They came down the trail in their underwear, with towels and a two bars of biodegradable soap. Penny stripped and was in the water quickly, but Kathy looked a bit nervous and was slower to join us. We were all standing waist deep, but Kathy kept her tits below the water and looked shy.

"We brought some soap. Why don't we clean each other up?" Penny said. 

She waited for her friend to make the first move. Kathy looked at the very calm and happy looking Ron, and then she rose up with water cascading off her pretty body. She walked over to Penny and started lathering up Penny's tits.

"Well this is unexpected," Penny said, looking shocked and delighted at the same time. She quickly lathered up her own hands and started soaping up a smiling Kathy.

"Fuck!" was the only coherent thing Ron could think to say. He was mesmerized.

They walked into shallower water and cleaned every in of each other, each one taking turns bending at the waist to give good access to their nether regions.

"Where's the video camera when you need it," I said to Ron.

"God damn!" he managed to blurt out. I could only imagine what was going on in his mind.

The girls were both thoroughly soaped up and Penny turned to us and said, "You boys want us to do you now?" and she beckoned us with her index finger. She was looking at Ron, and Kathy was looking at me, so I crossed in front of him and walked into the shallow water, presenting my dripping body to Kathy in all it's fully aroused glory. Ron reached Penny at the same moment, and the swap was complete. All our cards were on the table.

The girls both started on our chests, and then lathered up our arms and backs before turning us around to face them again, our hard cocks almost poking them in their bellies. Kathy had had enough of the teasing and she went right to my cock. She moaned as she wrapped her slender fingers around it for the first time, and again as she slipped her other soapy hand onto my smooth, cleanly shaven balls.

Penny was slowly stroking Ron's cock, and both of them were moaning softly. Kathy let go of me and turned me around. She lathered up my ass and I felt her soapy hand move down through the crack until she had my balls in her hand again. Her body was up against my back, and her other hand reached around me and slowly stroked my throbbing shaft. She was breathing hard and we were both moaning. Nobody wanted to say anything and break the spell.

We were turned a little, and Kathy had a good view of Ron and Penny. "Let's get the soap off you Ronnie," Penny said softly. They both splashed down in the thigh deep water. Kathy seemed mesmerized by the position she had me in, and what she was doing felt incredible, so we just stood there and she continued her soapy fondling, watching the others intently. Her hand fondling my balls from behind felt particularly wonderful.

"Stand up Ronnie," Penny said. She stayed on her knees and engulfed his fat six-incher in her hungry mouth. "Fuck Penny!" Ron moaned loudly, and Kathy moaned as she saw it. She pushed me down in the water and slashed in on top of me. As we came up she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, our wild tongues betraying all our pent-up lust. She crawled into shallow water and looked back at me, her dripping pink pussy poking out between her spectacular ass cheeks. In a flash I was behind her, guiding my rock hard shaft into her velvety depths.

"Ohhhhh Steeeve! . . . FUCK!" she yelled as I bottomed out my full length in her small body. "God damn it! . . . Shit! . . . Oh my GOD!" she yelled as I fucked her hard. I probably should have started slow, but the girl made me hot and I wasn't controlling myself very well. In no time she came hard, and I had to hold back on her arms to keep her head from going in the water. She was out of control, and I pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum into her flailing body.




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Penny and Ron were farther up on the muddy shore, Penny on her back and Ron thrusting wildly into her with her legs over his shoulders. They were both grunting loudly, and Penny shrieked at the top of her lungs as she came in one of her now famous monster orgasms. There was muddy water splashing all around them, and Ron's yell as he came—the sound of almost thirty years of pent up desire—echoed off the hillsides.

As soon as I pulled out of Kathy she sat down in the water and took my still throbbing cock in her mouth. She sucked me like a woman possessed, devouring every inch of me and sucking every last drop of fluid out of me.

"God Kathy, you're so fuckin' sexy!" I said. She had a mouthful of cock and moaned.

"I can't believe how deep you were inside me," she said breathlessly as my cock slipped from her hungry mouth. "I must have some extra nerve endings up there I didn't know about—holy shit you felt good!" She put my cock back in her mouth and continued her wonderful blowjob. I was staying almost fully hard because it felt so damn good.

"You know, you're only the second man to fuck me since I was a teenager," she said as she took a quick breather.

"I'm a lucky man," I said as my cock went back in her eager mouth.

"Let's go inside," she said as she stood up and took my hand.

Ron was on his back on one of the lounge chairs and Penny was riding him hard, their bodies still covered with mud. Kathy led me out of the water towards them, and she kissed Penny as we passed by. Penny moaned into Kathy's mouth as Ron thrust up into her, and then Kathy dragged me quickly up the path, into the still warm camp, and onto the old brass bed.

She pushed me down on my back and sixty-nined me, her beautiful little bubble ass in my face for the first time. She was wet and slippery—a combination of semen, pond water, and pussy juice—and it tasted wonderful. She came again almost as soon as I got my mouth on her—just a few licks and she was flying. When she came down she inhaled my cock again, and I licked her tender pussy softly.

"I've gotta feel you inside me again," she said, and she turned herself around and mounted me like Penny was riding Ron. She settled all the way down onto my rock hard cock in one slow movement. She just sat there very still for a moment to enjoy the sensation. 

"Holy fuck! I don't know what this feels like to you, but . . . holy shiiiiitt!" she said as her eyes rolled back in her head and a wave of pleasure washed over her and her body broke out in goosebumps from head to toe. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and massaging me.

"Fuuuck!" she said quietly, looking down at me with glazed eyes. "That's the first time I've ever cum without even moving! Jeeesus!"

She took a few deep breaths to gather her senses, and started slowly sliding up and down on my shaft. "Oh mother of God that feels amazing!" she said. She lowered her head down and kissed me hard. "Fuck me Steve," she whispered.

I pumped up into her at a slowly increasing pace, her bouncing ass meeting my every thrust. Soon we were nearly hovering above the wildly oscillating old bed springs, and I kicked into overdrive with my best rapid-fire porn star thrusting. She levitated above me and mumbled unintelligible words like she was speaking in tongues, and a huge orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed on top of me, and I ran my hands gently all over her sweaty back and her perfect round ass as she twitched uncontrollably. I was still deep inside her, and I started thrusting ever so slowly into her.

She kissed me and said, "You didn't cum did you, you big dirty boy. You're gonna have to fuck me more with that big cock aren't you baby," she purred in my ear.

I rolled her on her back and I got off the bed and grabbed her legs and roughly yanked her towards me. Her ass was at the edge of the bed, and I folded her flexible legs down so her knees were in her armpits. Ron was right about the yoga. I got down on my knees and licked her asshole and her well-fucked pussy. I gave her clit a good tongue thrashing and she was screaming for my cock.

"Fuck me God damn it!" she yelled.

I stood up and slid in balls deep, and then I fucked her brains out for a long, long time. She came twice more, and when she looked like she was going to pass out I pulled out and howled at the top of my lungs as I sprayed cum all over her.

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About an hour later, after we'd all fucked each others brains out, Penny and Ron walked up the path, naked and freshly clean from another swim. Ron and Kathy embraced and shared one of the most passionate kisses I've ever witnessed.

"Come on baby, let me clean you up," he said, smiling at Kathy. The two of them walked hand-in-hand down to the pond.

"Holy fuckin' shit!" Penny said, shaking her head and looking happy and well satisfied. "I hope you guys had fun . . . that was fuckin' incredible for Ronnie and me."

"Yup, that was incredible," I said, shaking my head in wonder. "I hope they're cool with it. We'll know soon enough."

We looked out the window and could see Ron soaping up Kathy, and there was a lot of kissing and laughing.

"Looks like they're happy," Penny said with a smile.

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The next two days and two nights were filled with great sex. Two-ways, three-ways, four-ways — every which way. It's hard to pick a favorite moment, but Kathy's first time with two guys at once—me fucking her from behind while she sucked off her ecstatic husband—ranks right up there. She came like a freight train, with Penny underneath her, sucking on her tits. 

Somehow Ron and I managed to get all the porch windows finished up, and the french doors installed. It all looked great and Penny was happy as a clam. Sunday morning rolled around, and we packed up our things and closed up the old camp.

"Steve and I were thinking of having a painting party here in the spring. You guys in?" Penny asked Kathy and Ron. They both nodded an emphatic yes.

"It's to soon to know for sure, but I might be able to recruit some other helpers too. Would that be cool with you guys?" Penny asked them.

Kathy and Ron looked at each other, and they smiled and nodded at each other. 

"Yup, the more the merrier," Kathy said with twinkling eyes and sexy little smile.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 18



It was a crisp, cool, late autumn Friday, and I was back in Chrissy and Ally's ritzy neighborhood, working at the home of Donald and Antony. An argument could easily be made that they were my best customers. They called me often for lots of different types of jobs, and they were always a joy to work for—friendly, each with a great sense of humor, and theirs is probably the happiest and most well run household of any that I work in.

Donald and Antony are a gay couple, as you may have guessed, and they have two sweet, well-mannered adopted kids. I've done all kinds of work for them—everything from building a nursery for the youngest child, to hanging their considerable art collection. Every time I'm in their home I have a good time, and I look forward to their calls, which come often.

On that particular Friday they wanted me to hang another new painting, an easy job because it didn't involve rearranging an entire wall that time, so I left it for the end of the day and I got there around 4:00 PM. Antony and I were in their driveway chatting about life as I gathered my tools when a leggy, dark-skinned woman emerged from the house next door. She walked down her garden path and turned up the sidewalk, carrying what looked like a small overnight bag over her shoulder.

"Greta, come here a minute," Antony called to her as she passed in front of his house. As she got closer it became clear how strikingly beautiful she was. 

"I've told her about you," Antony said quietly to me as she approached. "She's just divorced last month and she'll need help to keep her house going if she stays here. I hope she does, we love her."

When she got closer, Antony spoke up and introduced us. "This is Steve, the wonderful handyman I was telling you about. Steve, this is Greta." 

"Hello Steve," Greta said, extending her hand to me with a nice smile. She had a strong English accent.

"Hi Greta, pleasure to meet you," I said, returning the smile.

"Antony and Donald told me about you," she said. "I'm glad to have the chance to meet you. Do you have a business card I could take with me?"

"Isn't he just gorgeous?" Antony said to Greta as I reached into my truck for a card. He and Donald loved to flirt with me, even though they knew I was as straight as straight can be.

"Antony, your terrible!" Greta laughed. "He and Donald are quite smitten with you," she said to me as I handed her my card.

"Truth be told, I'm quite smitten with then too. If I was a gay man I'd be running off with both of them," I said.

"Oh Stevie, you just made my day! Wait'll I tell Donald later," Antony said excitedly.

"I'll be calling you Steve," Greta said after we finished chatting and she turned to leave. She had a jacket on so I couldn't make a full appraisal of her obvious beauty, but her ass and long legs were quite spectacular in tight bluejeans as she walked down the driveway. She turned up the street, and went into another neighbors house.

Antony and I went inside, and he told me more about Greta as I hung the new painting. Her parents were from Kenya, but she was born and raised in England. She was in her mid-thirties, and she and her husband had met when he was attending a university in England many years ago. Now he was a successful business owner who traveled a lot, and he had numerous affairs. "A woman in every port," Antony said. Greta got fed up and divorced him. She got the house and a huge chunk of money, and Antony said she was like a new person since the divorce—all the stresses of an unhappy marriage washed away.

He went on to say that some of the other divorced women in the neighborhood had taken Greta under their wing, and that they got together on Friday evenings at the house Greta had gone into to drink wine and gossip in the hot tub. Imagining Greta's long legs slithering against mine in a hot tub gave me a jolt of energy, and I finished the picture hanging job in no time. When I was finished and cleaning up, my cell phone rang. 

"My name's Lindsey Jacobs," the caller said. "I live a few houses up from Donald and Antony. I seem to have had a small power failure. Is there any chance you could stop by when you're done there and have a look at it for me?"

I told her I'd be right up, and mentioned it to Antony.

"Oh Stevie, that's the hot tub crew. You might be in for a wild night. Sounds like a set-up to me," he laughed. "Greta's sweet, but some of those other women are voracious man hunters. Lindsey's one of 'em. I wonder who's over there today. Looks like Lindsey's car and one other. Some of them walk though."

"Well, it can't hurt to have a look, right?" I said, winking at Antony.

"Better you than me Stevie, better you than me," Antony laughed. "Don't forget to tell me all about it next time you're here. I want to hear all the juicy details."

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I packed up and drove over to Lindsey's big circular driveway. I parked next to a Mercedes SL convertible and a sleek Jaguar sedan. Judging by their rides these were some wealthy divorcees. I knocked at the door and a moment later it swung open.

"Oh my, Greta was certainly right," the smiling woman said, giving me a quick once over. When her eyes made it up to mine she said, "I'm Lindsey Jacobs. Please come in."

Lindsey was wearing a black bikini, with a very shear black cover-up, unfastened and hanging open. It had fuzzy lime-green fur trimming all the openings, and looked like something from a Fredrick's of Hollywood catalog from the disco era. She was a voluptuous woman—Marilyn Monroe's healthy body came to mind—and looked to be in her early forties. She was tall, even in her bare feet, and she had a glass of wine in her hand. I introduced myself, and Lindsey brought me into the kitchen/family room where the other women were, her lime-green and black negligé flowing behind her.

"You've met Greta. Thankfully she alerted us to you being in the neighborhood, otherwise I don't know what we would have done. And this is Barb and Liz," Lindsey said, introducing me to the other women. They both had high-style haircuts and expensive looking bikinis on. Liz was pleasantly plump, as a lot of women are these days. Rubenesque is a nice word for it that seems to have fallen out of favor. Her tits were quite massive, and threatened to shatter her bikini top into little pieces at any moment. Barb was also well endowed, though less so than Liz, and the two of them had fantastic smiles. The older I get the more I realize how much I enjoy a sexy mouth on a woman—the way it curls when they smile, the way it moves when they talk—and these two had wonderfully sexy smiles. Greta, who I had met with her jacket on, was now revealed to me in her bikini, sitting with her long legs crossed on a modern designer chair, looking like a long, lean magazine model from the 70's, complete with a short, natural looking 'afro' haircut.

"We were hoping to spend some time in the hot tub," Lindsey said, "but the pump stopped working as soon as I turned it on. Is that something you could take a look at?"

"Sure," I said, "let me go grab a few tools, and I'll be right back."

I got a voltage tester and an amp meter from my truck, and Lindsey showed me where the electric panel was in the basement. I could immediately tell the breaker was in the 'off' position, which meant somebody had switched it off, and it didn't trip due to a fault. Antony was right, it looked like a set-up to get me there. I didn't mind though, and played along. I switched it on and asked Lindsey to go up and turn the pump on so I could test the amperage draw. Everything checked out, so I put the service panel cover back on and went upstairs. Lindsey met me in the kitchen, and through big french doors I could see the other three girls already in the hot tub out on the massive multi-tiered deck.

"Is this your last job for the day?" she asked.

"Yup, last for the week actually, unless I get an emergency call," I said.

"Oh good, then you must stay and have some wine or a beer with us. We've got some good snacks too," she said.

"Sure, a beer would taste great right about now," I said. "Let me finish up though, I wanna have a look at your pump."

Lindsey led me out through the french doors and said loudly, "Are you decent girls? Handsome man approaching."

"Decency's overrated," Liz said, smiling and sitting topless with her huge tits and massive dark nipples just above the water. Lindsey and Barb howled with laughter, and Greta looked a bit embarrassed by the others. As I walked past the tub I could see she was the only one of the three with her suit on — Barb was topless too.

"You ladies sure don't waste any time," I said with a smile. "What if I told you there was a chance of electric shock in there."

"Ooo, you mean you wanna give us a jolt?" Liz said, her great smile even bigger now. The others giggled. Even Greta seemed to be loosening up to the situation.

I told Lindsey I'd need to go under the big deck to check the pump.

"Oh Lin, don't make him do that," Barb said. "For goodness sakes, tell him."

Lindsey looked a little embarrassed.

"No need, I already know," I said. "I just thought I'd play along."

"I had no part in this charade Steve," Greta said in her lovely English accent. "It was all them. I never should have told them about you. I really should have known better."

"Don't worry about it Greta, I was warned before I even got here," I said, smiling.

"Antony? What did he say about us?" Lindsey asked, scrunching up her face, pretending to be mad at him.

"Oh, nothing bad," I said. "Just that he thought it sounded like a set-up. And that he wants to hear all the juicy details next time he sees me." We all laughed.

"Well then, we better make it juicy, huh girls?" Lindsey said with a big smile. "How 'bout that beer Steve. Make yourself comfortable."

Lindsey went inside and turned on some electronic dance music. There were hidden speakers all around the deck, and it filled the crisp autumn air with a pulsing beat. The daylight was fading fast and she adjusted the lights so the glow from the tub was the most prominent, and she came out with a cooler full of beer and three more wine bottles.

"This ought to get us started," she said, as she set it all down at the edge of the tub. "Come on Steve, you're not shy are you?" Her bikini top was off in a flash and she settled her voluptuous body down into the hot water.

I sat down on a nearby lounge chair and removed my clothes, all except my tight boxer-briefs.

"Oh, you're not going to leave those on, are you?" she said with a pout, pretending to be sad. "Juicy, remember? We've gotta make it juicy for Antony. Oh, that didn't sound right, did it." We all laughed hysterically.

"Is that a unanimous request?" I said, with my thumbs hooked in the waist band, ready to strip. "I don't want to be too presumptuous with you ladies." I scanned all their faces, but I was looking mainly at Greta, and she nodded quietly, looking up at me with big eyes.

"Do they do these kinds of things in England?" I asked her as I lowered my naked body into the blissfully hot water next to her.

"Not where I'm from. That's why I'm here," she said with a smile, and we all laughed.

We all talked like we'd known each other forever, and there was lots of joking and gales of laughter echoing off the back of the big house. As the wine flowed the bikini bottoms came off, and soon we were all naked. Greta was the last to strip, taking both pieces off almost imperceptibly while the rest of us were deep in conversation. I noticed, of course, because I had been waiting for it.

"May I just say," I said, "now that were all sitting here as nature intended, I've never seen four more beautiful women in all my life."

"With all the wine I've got in me, I actually believe him," Liz laughed.

"The truth is easy to believe," I said, pouring on the charm.

Somewhat surprisingly, sweet Greta was the first to touch me, her hand sliding from near my knee to my groin and onto my flaccid penis in one slow motion beneath the bubbly water. She squeezed me gently, and almost instantly I was growing in her hand. The others caught on to her subtle movements, and were glancing down occasionally as we continued to talk and laugh. The conversation continued normally, but I could sense everyone's temperature rising, their bosoms heaving slightly faster, and their glances at Greta's arm a bit more intense.

When I first stripped and sat down in the water with them I thought that at least two of them, Lindsey and Liz, would be all over me in no time, but it turned out they were all a bit shyer than I'd anticipated. Perhaps their divorces had shell-shocked them a bit, and Antony was wrong when he called them 'voracious man hunters.'

Whatever was going on, I had fallen under the spell of their wonderful laughs and sexy smiles. The fact that their lovely tits were all on view and I was gulping down beer at a rapid rate didn't hurt either, nor did the pulsing beat of the electronic dance music, which at the moment reminded me of the soundtrack to a porn movie. Quite fitting I thought.

My cock had quickly grown rock hard, and Greta's touch was lovely—a gentle and slow stroking. All the girls already knew what was going on beneath the bubbly water, but if they hadn't I'm sure my face would have given it away.

"Steve, you look like you're thinking about something wonderful. Care to share?" Liz said, with a knowing smile.

I opened my eyes, which had been closed momentarily, and said, "I'm thinking how lucky I am to be sitting here with four of the sexiest women in the world." Greta, knowing everyone was watching, started stroking me faster and harder, and I moaned in appreciation.

"You could make a girl cum with words like that Steve," Lindsey said as she moaned, both her hands below the water pleasuring herself.

Barb, who had been three feet away, slid over close to me and ran her hand up my inner thigh. She moaned as she reached the scene of Greta's action, and she began fondling my balls. I moaned even louder, and the two of them took turns stroking my cock. I could see that both Lindsey and Liz were in full masturbation mode, eyes half closed, breathing heavy, and chests heaving. I rearranged my arms and slid a hand onto each of the pussy's next to me, and suddenly the beautiful chorus of moans was drowning out the music.

Liz was the first to cum. Her shoulders were on the edge of the tub, and her torso slowly rose up through the water as her moans and soft chirps rose in volume. Our eyes met as she reached her crescendo, her pussy now in full view on the surface, water splashing off of her fast moving hand as she exhaled sharply and muscle contractions rippled through her soft belly. Her deep baritone moan filled the night air.

"Oh my god!" she said quietly as her curvy body sunk slowly back beneath the water, her eyes closed and her hands now caressing her huge heaving tits. "God . . . that was . . ." her voice trailed off as her eyes slowly opened and locked onto mine.

"That was beautiful Liz," I said.

"My ex never made me cum like that. Good Lord!" she said breathlessly.

The others giggled a little at Liz's comment, but were embroiled in building orgasms of their own. I think Liz's beautiful display freed their minds to cut loose a little, and as Lindsey's torso rose mimicking what Liz had done, Liz moved quickly between Lindsey's legs and started eating her pussy with lustful abandon.

"Oh my God . . . Liz!" Lindsey said in shock. From the look on her face I could tell this was something new between these girls. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was soon thrusting her pelvis against Liz's hungry mouth. "Fuck!" she yelled, as she slapped her wide spread arms down on the deck, and after a few moments an orgasm overtook her. It was silent, with her breath held, and her body twitched uncontrollably as she squeezed Liz's head in a vice-like lock between her thighs. She finally exhaled loudly, and as she did her body vibrated and twitched even more.

"Holy shit Liz!" she said, barely able to speak. Liz slithered up Lindsey's wet body, and they kissed passionately.

Greta moved between my legs, slid her hands under my ass and lifted me so my rock hard cock was above the surface. She took me slowly into her mouth, her big dark eyes looking deep into mine. Barb moved into position to help her, and they took turns sucking on me while the other either fondled or sucked on my balls. Barb could only manage about half of my length, but sweet Greta eventually let my full eight inches slither down her throat.

"God, he's so big, how do you do that?" Barb asked Greta.

Greta let the full length of me slide out of her mouth and gasped for a little air.

"He is big, isn't he? Such a beautiful cock." Her English accent gave me the shivers, and she took me in balls deep again, moaning deeply as she withdrew a second time.

Lindsey and Liz were soon clustered around us. They all took turns sucking on my throbbing cock, and they caressed every inch of my slippery body. Liz had a powerful suction, and I was close to cumming on her first go around. When she got me back in her sexy mouth for her second turn I was more than ready to explode, and explode I did. With eight soft hands holding me up and caressing me, and sweet Greta kissing me deeply, I shot a massive load of cum into Liz's mouth. She milked me clean, and swallowed every drop, the corners of her sexy mouth curling up into a wicked grin.

"A guy could get used to this," I said, out of breath and trying to gather my wits. The girls giggled.

After we all caught our breath Lindsey slid in next to me, put her arm around me, and looked me in the eye. 

"We've been in this tub every Friday for months," she said, "and we've never touched each other. It looks like your sexy charm has unleashed the beast in us." 

She kissed me and threw her leg over me, straddling my lap. I grabbed her voluptuous tits and sucked one into my mouth, making her gasp. My hand found her ass and slid through the crack to her pussy, and I buried two fingers in her.

"Oh yeah!" she moaned as her hand groped for my cock. I was already half hard, and the heat of the situation was bringing me back to life quickly.

Barb was up out of the water, sitting on the edge of the tub with Liz's eager mouth munching on her pussy, and Greta climbed out and got on all-fours over me, her knees right at the edge of the tub. Lindsey repositioned me slightly and pushed my head down onto the deck, so Greta could lower her dripping pussy to my mouth. I was almost fully hard, and Lindsey slipped me into her slippery pussy.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as I filled her up. "I've never had anybody as big as you. Oh God that feels good!" she exclaimed as she began humping me.

Barb screamed loud as she came powerfully on Liz's talented mouth, and Greta was grinding hard on my face and tongue, moaning out mumbled words in her lovely accent. Lindsey was thrusting wildly on my big cock, water splashing all around her, and her moans rose up into a full blown howl. I pumped up into her as best I could, and she came like a maniac and fell back off of my lap into the water. She came up with her hair soaked, laughing and gasping for breath. Barb and Liz joined in her laughter, and Liz helped her get to a seat and fixed her hair a little.

"I've never cum like that before. What the fuck is goin' on?" she said breathlessly, her body continuing to twitch and spasm as she sat there. Liz kissed her softly.

"Good sex Linny, that what's goin' on," Liz said quietly. "None of us have had it for awhile . . ."

Greta was up in a squatting position above me as she came, her slender hips gyrating wildly, grinding her pussy hard on my mouth. She had her hands on her small tits, and she yelled, "Oh bloody hell!" like a good English girl. As her orgasm overtook her, she dropped to all-fours, and pressed her pussy into my mouth so hard I thought I'd need a trip to the dentist after. She grunted wildly as the waves of pleasure swept through her.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 18



"You've got such a beautiful body Greta," Liz said, admiring her long slender legs and sweet ass as she released my imprisoned head from below her glistening pussy. I kissed her smooth, dark, ebony skinned thighs as she caught her breath, and then she spun around and kissed the pussy juice off my face and mouth.

"You'll fuck me later I hope. I want you at full strength," she said in a breathy voice that'd make any man melt.

Liz, who was sitting across the tub gently caressing Lindsey's tits, spoke up. "I think that goes for all of us Steve. Can you spent the night with us? We'd hate to have such a perfect evening end."

"There's nothing I'd like more than to spent the night with you girls," I said with a smile. "And just think of the look on Antony's face when he sees us all walk out of here tomorrow morning."

"I'm hoping I won't be able to walk," Liz said, and we all laughed.

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We were all waterlogged, and in need of energy, so we dried off and went into the house. The girls were suddenly modest, and all had put their bikinis back on, so I pulled on my tight-fitting boxer-brief underwear and t-shirt.

Lindsey microwaved a macaroni and cheese casserole she had made the night before, and the girls whipped up a nice salad. They laughed when I asked for a glass of milk to drink with my food.

"Milk! Oh my, we really are robbing the cradle, aren't we girls," Lindsey said, poking fun at me.

"Hey, I need all the strength I can get," I said. "There's only one of me and four of you ya know. It's like fueling up for a marathon. Lots of carbs and some protein." The girls laughed.

"God this is exciting," Barb said quietly. "I've never been involved in a marathon before." She looked a little nervous.

I did my best Walter Cronkite imitation and said, "This will go down in neighborhood lore as the night of many orgasms." The girls all howled with laughter.

We sat on stools at Lindsey's long kitchen island and wolfed down great quantities of mac 'n cheese. I could sense the anticipation rising with the girls as we got close to finishing our food. I was excited too, of course, to have four women all to myself for the first time, but I had been in several group 'orgies', and the wild exhibitionist show with Julia recently, so I was becoming pretty comfortable with these exciting situations.

The girls, on the other hand, seemed to be less experienced, and certainly the girl-on-girl stuff, at least between them, seemed to be new and uncharted territory. So far I had only seen Liz go down on Lindsey and Barb, and I'm pretty sure it was the first time it had happened. And, with the exception of Greta, these were women well into their forties and beyond, and I sensed not in the habit of having 'good sex', as Liz put it. The fact that they had an eager thirty-year-old man with a big cock ready to pleasure them all night long drove the sexual tension in the room to a fevered pitch.

"So," Lindsey said, "how can we make this comfortable and fun for everybody. I wish I had a huge bed we could all be on." Her eyes were wild with excitement.

"Do you have two double beds we could push together?" I asked. Lindsey thought for a moment, her eyes darting around, scanning the nervously excited faces of her friends.

"Come with me Steve, let's see what we can do," she said, and she headed for the stairs. She wiggled her ass provocatively as she ascended the stairs ahead of me, and I reached out and rubbed her pussy through the thin bikini bottom, making her moan.

"Hey, I heard that!" Liz said from around the corner. "That's not fair, you guys are starting without us," and the three other girls quickly rounded the corner and followed us up.

Lindsey took my hand and led me into a big exercise room, with fancy machines all around the perimeter.

"Ah, so this is how you keep that beautiful figure," I said, and I reached around her from the back and cupped her big tits in my hands.

"Well I don't know about that, but now that you've given me some confidence, maybe I'll spend some more time in here," she said. "So, there's a big floor here, and a stereo. Can we drag in some mattresses, and light some candles maybe? Does that sound ok?"

"Perfect," I said, eager to get things set up and get everybody naked again.

Lindsey showed Barb and Greta where the candles were, and then she and Liz and I got to work pulling two king sized mattresses down the hall. They put fresh sheets on them, and we had ourselves one giant bed. The candles were lit, and the music turned on, and when Lindsey turned off the overhead lights there was a collective gasp as the dim but warmly flickering scene of our orgy was complete.

"Shall we undress each other?" I said. Barb was standing next to me, and she was possibly the oldest, and certainly the shyest of the bunch. "Would you like to do the honors Barb?"

The others were watching with great anticipation, and for a moment she looked like her nerves were going to make her crumble. I raised my arms to help her pull off my t-shirt, she took a deep breath, and she surprised me by pulling my underpants down in one smooth motion.

"Nicely done Barb," a smiling Greta said, "Nicely done."

Barb pulled off my t-shirt, and I embraced her and kissed her. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my cock harden between her thighs, and she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth.

The others were unhooking each others bikini tops, and there was much exploratory caressing of tits. It was beautiful to watch as they got used to each others bodies. As I suspected, Liz seemed to be the only one with any experience in that department.

Barb wasn't an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but her mouth felt wonderful on me, and I recognized her technique from her turns on me in the tub. I had a lot of fucking ahead of me and didn't want to cum just yet, so I beckoned her to her feet and slowly removed her bikini. She had lovely tits for a woman her age, big and full and firm, with wonderful erect nipples that were a delight to nibble on. They were very sensitive, and her legs just about went out from under her as I took the first one gently between my teeth.

Right beside us, the rest of the bikini bottoms were coming off. There still seemed to be some nerves at play, and no one had made a move for the big bed yet, so I hooked my arms around as many as I could and we all tumbled down onto the softness. The girls all giggled, but almost immediately the passion level went up, and hungry mouths were everywhere. 

Barb surprised us all again by pushing me down on my back and being the first to mount me. She had her head down by mine as she guided my stiff cock to her entrance.

"Go slow please," she whispered in my ear. "I've never had anyone even close to your size, and I haven't been with a man in years."

"I'll be as gentle as you want me to be Barb," I said quietly, and she sat up and ever so slowly worked her wet pussy down, a half-inch at a time, onto my rock hard cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head several times before she even reached the halfway point. My hands were gently on her hips, and I was laying still, letting her take all the time she needed. She had one hand on my chest, and her other was firmly squeezing her tit.

"Oh my . . . God! That feels incredible! Why have I waited so long . . ." her voice trailed off and her eyes rolled back again. She was taking me in a bit quicker now, and soon she was fully down, sitting still, with my cock throbbing deep inside her.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph!" she exclaimed quietly.

"How's that feel Barbie?" Lindsey asked as she bent down and kissed me. "Doesn't he just have an incredible cock? I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me again with a deep, probing tongue.

Greta moved around behind Barb and ran her hands up Barb's sides and onto her tits. Barb was breathing so short she was nearly hyperventilating. 

"Fuck him Barb," Greta whispered in her ear, and she hugged Barb from behind and gently started lifting her up and down on my steel hard shaft. Lindsey was moaning into my mouth, still probing with her tongue, and Liz was behind her, one hand on Lindsey's pussy, the other on one of her big pendulous tits.

Barb and Greta were rising and falling as one, and soon Barb was fucking me with long, full strokes. We went for a long time that way, Barb slowly building towards something special. I pulled Lindsey towards me so I could get her big tits in my mouth, and just then Barb broke her silence and cried out.

"Oh God I'm cumming! Oh Jesus!" she screamed. Her eyes rolled back again and she grunted and moaned as Greta kept her moving through her big orgasm. As she slowly went limp Greta lowered her down so I could embrace and kiss her. She was totally spent.

"That was beautiful Barb," I said quietly to her. "You looked so beautiful."

After a few moments of heavy breathing she smiled. "That was unbelievable," she said. "I'll never be the same..."

Liz smiled. "She'll be out on the street corner looking for big cock now."

"We all will I think," Lindsey said, and they giggled.

"Sorry Barb, but . . . ," Greta said as she gently rolled Barb off of me and inhaled my still hard and sticky cock into her mouth. I hadn't cum yet, and was trying to pace myself for a long evening. Greta deep throating me didn't help. God she had a talented mouth!

"Easy Greta baby. I wanna fuck you," I said, before it was too late. She spun around on her hands and knees and presented her perfect ass and pussy too me.

"Remember, full strength," she said, looking back over her shoulder at me with a wicked grin.

Barb was lying on her side, still with a glazed look in her eye, content to watch everything for the time being, and Liz was on her back, encouraging Lindsey as she licked a pussy for the first time. She was a quick student, and Liz was loving what she was doing.

After a quick lick of Greta's gorgeous brown ass and pink pussy, I slid in balls deep with three quick thrusts, and we were off. I could tell immediately she was a girl who loved to fuck, and the two of us went at it with wild abandon. She loved the dirty talk, and we were having quite the nasty conversation as we fucked each other silly. I wanted to see her beautiful face when she came, so I picked her up and threw her down on her back. Her amazing long legs went up over my shoulders and I fucked her hard and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She went over the top, screaming "YES! YES! YES!" as I pumped rapid fire into her writhing body. I pulled out and shot hot sticky cum all over her heaving belly.

"Holy shit!" Barb exclaimed quietly. "That would've killed me."

"But what a way to die!" Greta said breathlessly.

I laid my head on Barb's belly and she stroked my hair while I caught my breath and rested for a few minutes.

"Well you've certainly turned this into a magical evening," she said to me. "Does this happen everywhere you go?"

"Four sexy women? All to myself?" I said, "No, this is a first for me. A night I won't forget."

"We're here every Friday," Lindsey said to me, lifting her tongue from Liz's wet pussy for a moment, and we all laughed. "I'm serious," she said forcefully. "Any time you want some fun baby, were ready for ya."

"You're making it sound like it's all over, and he hasn't even fucked me yet," Liz said with a pout.

"Don't worry Lizzy, I'm just resting up so I can give it to ya proper," I said, smiling.

"Oh goody!" Liz said, as she pulled Lindsey's head back onto her pussy.

"Looks like you girls'll have plenty of fun on Fridays whether I'm here or not. Am I right in thinking a lot of this is new?" I said, gesturing towards Lindsey's pussy licking.

"Completely new," Lindsey said, raising her head from Liz's crotch. "Liz seems to be plenty experienced—she's been full of surprises ever since I've met her. But yes, some wonderful doors have been opened tonight, thanks to you Steve."

"I'm guessing you would have got there eventually, right Liz?" I said.

"I've been hoping . . ." she said.

"Lizzy! So you've been wanting to get in our pants, have you?" Lindsey said.

"Sure, wouldn't you?" she said. "I mean you're all sexy, and then this young vision from England shows up. These hot tub sessions have left me horny as hell. The old vibrator gets a workout when I get home," she laughed.

"See, full of surprises," Lindsey said, shaking her head in disbelief at her friend Liz.

"How about you Barb? Was it new for you too?" I asked, remembering how Liz had made her cum in the tub.

"Yes, and about time I must say. I've been curious my whole life. It was wonderful," she said, smiling at Liz.

"And you Greta?" I asked. Greta had been lying quietly, flat on her back since her big orgasm. 

"I've been curious my whole life too, like Barb. But that's all I can tell you at the moment because none of these sexy women have touched me yet," she said disappointedly.

"Good lord, how did we miss that opportunity," Liz laughed. "Don't worry Greta, the night is young."

Greta propped herself up on her elbows and looked at her cum covered belly.

"You've made a proper mess of me young man," she said, looking at me with a sly grin.

She got up and went down the hall to the bathroom, and I got up, thirsty for a drink.

"I'm gonna make a beer run. Anybody want anything?" I asked.

"Shots! I wanna do shots!" Lindsey said.

"She was a wild one in her youth, can you tell?" Barb said, laughing.

"I wish we had some coke, or something crazy like that. That'd be like a real wild orgy, wouldn't it, snorting coke?" Lindsey said excitedly.

"Wow, the four of you, all coked up? They'd be taking me out of here in an ambulance in the morning," I laughed. "I've got some weed in the truck, if you want to smoke a little."

"Yes!" Lindsey yelled. "I haven't been high in twenty years! Oh my God, this was already the best night of my life, and it keeps getting better! You're amazing Steve. I feel like you're some kind of magic genie of something. Did you come out of Antony's genie bottle?"

"If he came out of Antony's genie bottle he'd be gay," Greta said as she walked back in the room. We all laughed.

I pulled on my underpants and Lindsey and I went downstairs. She put together a tray with five shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, lime slices, and a salt shaker. She was as giddy as a high school girl. 

I went out to my truck and got a bag of homegrown weed Jayne had given me last time I was up at her homestead, and a pipe. She grew the plants scattered throughout her huge field of flowers, and it was good stuff.

When I went back in the house Lindsey was just heading up the stairs, and she wiggled her naked ass at me. 

"Come on sexy, it's party time," she said, still giggling like a teenager.

As we climbed the stairs we could hear Greta moaning. She was in the throws of something good, and as we entered the room she was on the verge of screaming. Spread out before us in the flickering candle light was a writhing Greta, with Liz's head between her long widespread legs. Barb was sucking on one of her sweet dark-brown nipples and massaging her other tit. When she saw us she came like gangbusters, whimpering and screaming all at once.

"Good lord!" Lindsey said, standing transfixed, with the tray in her hands. "This is blowing my mind. My mind is blown . . . " she said, shaking her head. "It's like all the sudden the world is completely new. A beautiful new world . . . "

She looked like she was going to burst into tears, and I took the tray from her and set it down. 

"It's certainly beautiful when you're walking around naked in it," I said, and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. She kissed me hard and deep, with a torrent of passion.

"I try and put on a good front, but I've been a mess ever since my divorce," she said quietly in my ear. "This night is the best therapy you can ever imagine. Thank you Steve."

"Happy to help out," I said, as I squeezed her ass and pulled her against the hardening lump in my undershorts. I winked at her, and just as I had hoped, she smiled and her mood instantly lightened.

"I wanna get high and fuck your brains out," she said.

"Sounds great, but I think Liz's got first dibs." I said.

"Damn right I do!" Liz said.

I packed the pipe with some of Julia's strong homegrown, and we sat in a circle and smoked and did shots. Barb had never been high before, and was a little nervous about it, but soon after her first tentative puff she was laughing hysterically and loving it. In fact we were all laughing hysterically. It was happy pot, for sure.

It wasn't long before Liz had me on my back, and she mounted me and fucked me like an old pro. It felt delicious with the tequila and reefer buzz, and I came hard inside her after some of my best porn-star style rapid fire up-thrusting. She loved it.

The others were all lounging languidly, high as kites and watching Liz and me go at it. At one point Lindsey went down the hall and fetched a half a dozen pillows to make everyone more comfortable.

"This thing is mine next. Let me clean it up a little," Lindsey said, lowering her head to my softening cock. She licked all of Liz's fluids off of me and laid her head down on my stomach. "You rest now," she said to my tired cock. "I want you good and hard."

"Anybody want to clean me up?" Liz asked, with her legs spread wide and my semen dripping out of her.

Greta dove in and licked her clean, and then Barb joined her, both of them stoned and giggling like school girls. Liz was in heaven. "This is officially the best day ever in this neighborhood," she said, right before reaching another quiet orgasm.

We passed the pipe around again and then we all laid back on the pillows and rested for a while, grooving to the beat of a late night jazz station. I dozed off, and woke to the sensuous touch of Lindsey and Greta. When they saw I was awake they rolled me over onto my stomach and it blossomed into a full massage, with four hands going over every inch of me. They had some kind of oil, and it felt heavenly. When they rolled me onto my back I had a pretty good start on a hard-on, and with just a few deft touches from the sexy ladies I was rock hard and ready, which made Lindsey very happy. She lit the pipe and took two big hits before passing it to me.

"Are you ready to rock my world big boy?" she asked, already breathing hard as she straddled me. "I don't know if I've ever been so horny in my life."

"Oh-h-o, fu-hu-huk!" she said as she lowered her wet pussy onto my pole in one slow movement. "Oh-ho Jesus! It's the cock of my dreams, I swear to God!"

I took two big puffs and handed the pipe to Greta as Lindsey started a slow grind against my pelvis with my cock deep inside her. It felt incredible, especially with the fresh buzz hitting my brain. It was one of those 'wow' moments, when your senses all lock together and take you somewhere new, and I could tell Lindsey was right there with me.

Greta could tell Lindsey was flying close to the sun and she took one of Lindsey's big tits into her mouth and pinched the nipple on the other one. That was all it took to launch her into the ether. Her eyes rolled back and her entire body shook as she rocked back and forth on me. She moaned so deep I could feel the vibrations right through my body. It was a deep, soul satisfying orgasm, and when it had finished coursing through her, her eyes opened slowly and she looked deep into my eyes.

"Good . . . God," she said slowly. "That sir . . . was incredible . . . "

"Just warmin' up sweetheart," I said. "Ready to be fucked?"

"Holy shit," she said breathily as Greta put the pipe into her mouth and lit it for her.

"Roll over baby. I've been wantin' to bury my face in your ass ever since you answered the door," I said.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 18



"Oh God! Yes please!" Lindsey said, and she rolled off of my hard pole onto her hands and knees.

I crouched behind her and by the time I got my tongue on her Greta was laying under me with my dangling cock in her mouth. I fucked her mouth while I gave Lindsey a good tongue lashing on her bright pink pussy and her sensitive asshole.

"Jesus Steve! . . . You're driving me fucking wild! . . . Fuck!" she started squealing. It was enough to wake up Liz and Barb, who had been curled up together asleep.

"I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or awake," Liz said sleepily.

"This better not be a dream, or I'll be really pissed," Lindsey said, groaning and giggling at the same time as I licked her asshole.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you baby," I said.

"Oh fuck Yeah! Give it to me!" she yelled.

I pulled out of Greta's amazing mouth and rammed all eight inches into Lindsey's red hot pussy. She shrieked at the top of her lungs as I filled her, and we settled into a nice rhythm. Greta wormed her head in under Lindsey's pendulous tits and sucked one into her mouth, and then Liz and Barb joined in, Barb positioning herself so Lindsey could lick her pussy, and Liz going to town on Greta's. I was the first time we'd been a full five-way all night, and it was awesome. The sounds of great sex filled the air as the first of a chain reaction orgasm started to build, and we all flew off into orbit. My four new friends and me, flying high and circling the sun.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 19



About a week after the incredible night at Lindsey's, I got a call from Antony. He had another small job for me to do, but I was pretty sure he just wanted to get me over there so he could ask me what happened that night.

I pulled into his driveway on a crisp, sunny morning, and he greeted me on the steps.

"You've shown great patience Antony," I said with a smile. "I expected a call the next morning."

"Oh Stevie, you read me like a book. Come on . . . dish. Tell me everything," he said excitedly as he ushered me inside.

"I was up half the night looking out the window," Antony said. "Drove Donald crazy, but I could tell he was curious too. And then I saw Greta walk home at seven in the morning with her hair all matted down, and your truck was still there . . . I almost died! What a night you must have had! Tell me, tell me." He was giddy with excitement.

Before the girls and I all left that morning I had asked them what they were comfortable with me telling Antony, because I knew he'd want to know all the details. They all surprised me when they said to tell him everything, if I wanted to. So I gave him a pretty good run down of the whole night, and he was in heaven, listening like it was the best story ever told.

"Good God Stevie, good God! This old neighborhood's never seen such excitement!" he said, shaking his head in wonder after I had told him everything. "I have new respect for those women. I love Greta, but the others I always . . . they always seemed like the 'rich bitch' type, although I'm the first to admit I never got to know them properly. So have you seen any of them again?"

"No, but I hope I do," I said. "They're great girls."

Just then I got a text from Lindsey, who saw my truck in Antony's driveway. I texted back that I'd be over in two hours.

"Well, it's a good thing I've only got a small job for you," he said. "Wouldn't want to wear you out before your 'nooner'. I guess I shouldn't worry though, if you've got the energy to take on four women all night long. Good Lord almighty," he laughed, shaking his head again.

I finished up at Antony's and drove across the street to Lindsey's. She came out to greet me, dressed rather conservatively and looking a bit shy, both of which were sides of her I hadn't seen before.

"Hi Steve," she said as I walked up.

"Hi Linnie. You look lovely today," I said.

"I do not!" she said, "But thanks for saying so."

"What's the matter, you look down," I said as we walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, I'm okay, just having a bad day I guess," she said. "Seeing you helps. I've wanted to call you but couldn't make myself do it."

"I would have loved it if you'd called me," I said. "I hope it's not something I did. Are you regretting what happened here last week?"

"Oh God no!" she said. "That was the best night of my life! All the girls said that. No, you were like a breath of fresh air blowing through this quiet old neighborhood. No, that's not it at all. I just . . . sometimes I just feel old and ugly, and when I go down in that hole it's hard to crawl back out sometimes . . ."

"Old and ugly? Are you nuts? Do you know how many women would kill for your looks?" I said. I walked over and embraced her, and gave her a nice soft kiss.

"God I needed that," she said quietly, holding me tight. "Come on, let's sit." She took my hand and led me to a sitting area overlooking the massive deck and big backyard, and we sat on a long white couch.

"How old are you Steve?" she asked.

"Old enough to make love to you, young enough to make love to you, right in that sweet spot . . . same as you," I said, looking deep into her eyes.

"Oh God!" she laughed. "I've never met such a sweet talker. No, seriously, how old are you?"

"I'm thirty," I said.

"Just what I thought. I'm forty-five Steve, and . . ." I leaned in and kissed her, cutting her off mid-sentence. 

"Steve! I'm trying to be serious!"

"Okay, if you don't want me to kiss you . . ."

"Of course I want you to kiss me," she said, punching me playfully. "I was just hoping you could help me sort out my thoughts."

"Okay, so you're forty-five, and . . . " I said.

"And . . . I don't feel attractive. It's as simple as that I guess," she said. "I never felt this way before my husband started wandering. And then since the divorce, except for that one night with you . . . well, it's been pretty bad. Don't get me wrong, that night was a huge positive step in the right direction, and I've been with Liz a couple of times since then. That's really loving and wonderful, but when I'm out in the world and want to feel attractive to men, I just don't feel it."

"If you don't mind me getting personal, when you go 'out in the world' do you dress like this?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," she said sheepishly. "I mean I had this on before I saw you across the street. I didn't change, so yeah, this is sort of the normal stuff I wear. I don't go out in bikini outfits with lime green trim."

"Well, maybe you should. You looked incredibly hot and alluring in that, and . . . not so much in this," I said, fingering her 'middle-aged' looking chiffon top.

She grinned at me, obviously in deep thought

"I guess if I want to be attractive to men there's no one better to guide me than an attractive man. Will you go shopping with me?" she asked.

"Holy cow! I get to do a make-over on a beautiful woman! Antony will be so proud," I laughed.

"I'm serious! I want your help," she said, suddenly looking like she might burst into tears.

"I'd love to help you Linny. Lord knows there's wonderful raw material underneath this granny blouse," I said.

"You stinker! If you don't like it why don't you take it off of me and throw it in the garbage," she said, with a fire starting to burn in her eyes.

I ripped it open and buttons flew everywhere. Lindsey screamed, and our mouths met in a passionate, tongue probing kiss.

"These polyester pants have got to go too," I said, and I pulled them off of her and threw them aside. While I was doing that Lindsey wiggled the rest of the way out of her chiffon blouse, and I grabbed it from her and ripped it in half. She screamed again, and started laughing.

"Oh my God!" she laughed. "I feel better already."

I looked at her K-Mart special bra and panties and shook my head. "How're you supposed to feel sexy and confident when you wear this kind of stuff? Our first stop is Victoria's Secret," I said as I pulled off her panties and dove in for a lunchtime snack of wet pussy.

"God, that tongue of yours is fuckin' magic!" she said breathlessly. "I want your cock in my mouth."

I quickly stripped and Lindsey laid me down on the long white leather couch. She slipped off her bra and sixty-nined me, engulfing my cock in her wonderful mouth.

"I've dreamt of this every night for a week," she said between moans and giggles as I nibbled on her sensitive pussy. "You have no idea what you did to my head that night."

"Am I doing it again?" I said, thrusting up into her mouth. She laughed a muffled laugh.

It wasn't long before she had a powerful orgasm on my tongue, and then she spun around and rode me cowgirl style to another one, that one rocking her to her very core as I pumped my hot juice deep in her belly.

She wiggled in next to me and rested her head on my chest, and we reminisced about our wild night with Greta and Barb and Liz.

"You know you completely blew Barb's mind. I mean completely," she said, laughing and shaking her head. "I talked to her the other day about it all, and she's just astonished by the whole thing, but especially by you. When you asked her to undress you? She looked okay but she said she was literally on the verge of fainting. And that monster orgasm she had the first time she slid down this big cock of yours, oh my God, let's just say she'll die happy now. She hasn't been with a man for many, many years, and you made her feel like a sexy girl again. It's a wonderful gift you gave her."

"Hey, I didn't do it for charity, I did it because you guys all made me horny. Every one of you. You guys blew my mind that night too. One of the best nights I've ever had, that's for sure. You can tell them all I said that. Or better yet, lets do it again sometime," I said.

"You're on mister. But in the meantime, we've got some shopping to do," she said.

We took a quick shower, and as we got dressed again we talked about the 'makeover'.

"All right, here's the thing," I said. "I feel funny telling you how you should look. I'm just one guy, and I'll give you my opinion, but it's just that. You've gotta go with what you're comfortable with, because someone who isn't comfortable with how they look isn't attractive either. So take my advice with a grain of salt, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," she said. "But I've been set in my ways for so long . . . I really, really want to try something different. So I think I want to try everything you suggest, and then over the next few days and weeks I'll ease back into some sort of middle ground maybe. But for now I just want to go for it and just let you mold me, and see where it ends up. I'm excited!"

"Okay, so I guess I can tell you stuff without feeling like I'm being too pushy then?" I said.

"Absolutely. Lay it on me brother!" she said with a big smile.

"All right, well, since we're all clean and starting from the ground up, less makeup is my first recommendation. And don't tell me you're old and you need it, because you're not and you don't."

"Okay," she said with a little laugh. "So, I can use some, right? Just more natural looking?"

"Yup. And as for the rest, I've got a vision," I said. "Have you hung around the art world much? Galleries, edgy theater, the music scene around town?"

"When I was younger I did, but my ex wasn't into any of that. Now that you mention it I'd love to get back into that world, but it's hard when you don't have any friends that are a part of it."

"Well you've got 'em now," I said. "Friday night, you and me. We'll hit a few galleries and go see a band. Yes?"

"Yes!" she said with a big beautiful smile.

"So my vision for your new look is just that—the kind of beautiful, elegant woman who still looks down to earth and hip. Artsy, for lack of a better word. Handmade silver jewelry—no gold! Gold is for show-offs. Funky clothes that really fit this amazing body of yours. A great haircut—you're gonna knock 'em dead," I said.

"I love it Steve. It's like you read my mind and somehow knew that's the person I was twenty-five years ago. I'm excited!" she said.

"Me too!" I said. "I felt funny about this at first, but now, maybe I can just help guide you back to the real you. And I just thought of the perfect person to help us, a friend of mine named Carol. She's about your age, and a fantastic artist. She teaches art classes too, over near the University."

I called Carol, and just as I had thought, she was excited by the idea of helping us. She said she'd be home in two hours, so Lindsey and I made our way to Victoria's Secret at the mall.

We had a quick lunch at the food court, and wandered into the nearly empty store. It was a slow weekday at the mall, and we had the place to ourselves. Lindsey was like a kid in a candy store and spent a small fortune. The best part was watching her parade around in the stuff she was trying on. She didn't confine herself to the dressing room—she'd put on a hot looking bra and pantie set and then walk around the store wearing it while she picked out the next thing to try. It was the sexiest shopping trip I've ever been on.

On our way to Carol's place I called Julia and told her we were on our way over. I wanted Lindsey to meet her too, and soon we were pulling up in front of the two girl's houses. Julia and Carol took Lindsey under their wing like they had known her all their lives, and they ransacked their closets to get an idea of what Lindsey liked. Carol is tall and thin, and Julia is petite, so none of it fit the tall, voluptuous Lindsey, but they zeroed in on some likes and dislikes and color palettes that worked. The four of us piled into Lindsey's Jaguar and we made a bee-line for the Warehouse District downtown. It's full of boutiques and galleries and craft shops, and we shopped and shopped and shopped. Did I mention that we shopped? Six hours later we had a car full of new clothes and jewelry, including a new dress and a piece of jewelry for both Julia and Carol, gifts from Lindsey for helping her. It was a marathon, but spending the day with them was a blast. Lindsey treated us to a fabulous dinner, and I felt like the king of the world sitting in the restaurant with my three sexy women. The talk at the table was half about fashion and half about sex. We had a fairly private table, but a few times I had to quiet down the exuberant laughing ladies when they were getting carried away with their stories, and the young waiter got an earful. I'm surprised they didn't invite him back to the house and fuck his brains out. Lindsey was fascinated by Julia's story — the 42 year old virgin who is now a sex loving, bi-sexual exhibitionist.

"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "I knew Steve was a miracle worker, but that . . . that just takes the cake."

"No miracles," I said. "It was all inside her, just looking for an outlet."

"Trust me," Julia said to Lindsey, "it was a miracle."

When we had all finished a decadent desert, Julia said in a loud voice, "What do you say we go back to my place and get naked and celebrate?" The tables around us had filled in and a lot of people heard her. The other two girls cheered their approval, and we made our way out past more than a few men with envy in their eyes.

I chauffeured the ladies back to Julia's in Lindsey's sleek Jaguar, and I felt like a million bucks. It was amazing to think that the simple act of starting a handyman business had led to all these incredible situations.

"I'm gonna text Chloe and see if she can come over," Julia said from the back seat.

"She better bring Bobbie with her," Carol said, "I'm dying to get a piece of that."

"Bobby?" I asked. "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"From the art class," Julia said. "Remember 'Mister Ten Inch'? Chloe finally nailed him, thanks to you and her new sexual confidence. And, well, I guess I had something to do with it too—she talked him into coming over to my house one evening and she and I seduced the hell out of him. That twenty-year-old cock can go all night I tell ya."

"Of course I wasn't home that night so I missed out," Carol said.

"Ten inch? Are we talking about what I think we're talking about?" Lindsey asked.

"Yup," Carol laughed. "It's fuckin' beautiful. He modeled at one of my erotic art classes and the girls and I just about died when he started strokin' that thing. And from what Julia told me, he's quickly developing into quite the cocksman."

"Good God! As if Steve wasn't big enough!" Lindsey exclaimed.

"Lord knows I can use some help with all you sex crazed ladies. There's only so much one man can do you know . . ." I laughed.

We pulled up in front of Julia's place and laughed our way into the cute little house. Her newly renovated living room was now nicely decorated, and she had a big new L-shaped sectional couch. 'That'll look nice with naked women all over it,' I thought to myself. 

"Holy shit! You hung this in your living room!" I was looking at the spectacularly erotic charcoal drawing of me fucking Julia from behind that Carol did for us.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Julia said. "I just got it back from the framers last week, and I decided I didn't want to hide it in my bedroom. It's the best piece of art I have. Is it too shocking out here?"

"If making your visitors horny is 'shocking,' then yes," Lindsey laughed. "It's incredible! You did this Carol?"

"Yeah. Erotic art is my favorite genre. I don't get to do as much of it as I'd like," she said.

"Well I'm going to hire you to do some for me. Can you use a wealthy patron?" Lindsey asked.

"Oh my god! My dream comes true!" Carol laughed.

"I'm serious," Lindsey said. "Steve, you wanna pose for the first one with me?"

"Of course!" I said. "And the second one, and the third one . . ."

"Have you ever done a mural?" Lindsey asked Carol. "I'm thinking maybe something on panels that could be moved if I ever get a different house."

"Sure, I'd love to do something like that!" Carol said excitedly.

"Steve, I've got a vision for your next project," Lindsey said. "I've got some nice finished space in the basement I hardly ever use. Why don't we turn it into a nice place to have sex? It was so much fun with those two king sized mattresses in the gym last week—why don't we take that basement space and put two of those folding murphy beds on opposite walls, so when you pull them down they meet in the middle and make one giant bed?"

"I like the way this girl thinks," Julia said, as she broke out some wine.

"We could put in a nice sound system and lighting, and Carol can paint a big sexy mural," Lindsey said, getting excited.

"Don't forget the mirrored ceiling," I said.

"Holy shit, this is awesome!" Lindsey said. "I knew all my ex's money would come in handy sooner or later! Can you come over tomorrow and start figuring it out?"

"Absolutely. Sounds like a fun project," I said.

"I hope we're all invited to the opening," Julia said. "Hey, I just got a text from Chloe. She located Bobby and they're on their way. Looks like we're gonna have ourselves a party!"

"I hope you don't think I'm too selfish girls, but I'd love to have at least ten minutes with Steve and Bobby at the same time," Carol said. "I'm gettin' all tingly just thinkin' about it."

"Good lord! I can't even imagine two guys at once," Lindsey said. "I've never been in any kind of a group until last week, and that was one guy and four girls."

"Four!" Julia exclaimed. "Holy shit Steve, you've been eatin' your Wheaties!"

"It's easy when you're all are so sexy," I said.

"Sweet talker," Julia said. "Maybe we can take some of the pressure off you guys. Shall I show 'em the new toys Carol?"

"Sure, let's go whole hog," she said.

Julia went into the bedroom and emerged with fur lined ankle and wrist restraints in one hand, and a strap-on dildo in the other.

"It's kinda ugly when you're just carrying it around, but when you're naked and strap it on it's pretty hot."

"Jesus! I've created a monster!" I laughed.

"Did I ever thank you for that?" Carol said to me, and laughed.

After a glass of wine and lot's more laughing, Chloe and Bobby arrived and I introduced them to Lindsey. Julia closed all the blinds and curtains, and that seemed to be an unspoken signal—clothes were quickly shed all around the room. Lindsey was quite taken by the handsome twenty-year-old Bobby, and she watched intently as he stripped.

"God, I've been dying to get my hands on this ever since you modeled for my class," Carol said, crawling on her hands and knees to Bobby and sucking his half-hard cock into her mouth. Within just a few moments he was moaning deeply and fully hard, and yes, he was in fact about ten inches long. Astonishing considering how 'average' it looked soft. Carol deep-throated him and the boy just about lost it.

Julia laid me down on her new sofa and Chloe joined her sucking on my cock and balls. Lindsey looked a little unsure of herself, so I gestured for her to join Carol with Bobby.

"There's plenty for two here," Carol said to Lindsey as she approached. "He's fuckin' huge isn't he? Oh my god, wait'll you feel it in your mouth."

Bobby was in heaven as the two sexy mature women gave him the blow-job of his life. When he could take no more he yelped and his big cock popped out of Lindsey's mouth and sprayed her face and chest with long ribbons of cream.

"Oh my God!" Lindsey exclaimed in a near whisper. "I've never . . . no one's ever . . ." and she hungrily sucked his big cock back into her mouth and encouraged him to fuck her face, which he did with a great groaning moan.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 19



"That's it baby, keep that thing hard," Carol said to Bobby. "You're gonna fuck the shit out of us tonight." Bobby groaned loudly again, no doubt wondering how he got so lucky at school this year. Just having the spectacular Chloe for a girlfriend would be plenty, but this? I can't even imagine what must have been going on in his twenty-year-old mind.

Chloe was riding me cowgirl style, and Julia was sitting on my face and the two of them were kissing. I was on the verge of cumming when they switched, and Julia rode me hard. As usual with her, her orgasm came easily and powerfully, and once again I wondered if the neighbors would be calling the police. I really need to build her a sound-proof room one of these days, but oh my God, what fun it is to fuck a woman who goes off like she does. I can rarely make it through one of her intense orgasms without having one myself, and this time was no exception. I came hard, bucking up into her and moaning into Chloe's wet pussy. They kissed passionately above me and I gave Chloe everything I had with my tongue. She came with a deep shudder, drenching my face with her juices.

"All right Bobby boy," Carol said, "Steve just made two women cum. You up for the challenge?" She laid him down on the floor and mounted him cowgirl style, and Lindsey lowered her pussy to his face.

"Holy shit!" Lindsey exclaimed. "I think his tongue's as long as his cock!"

It took Carol some time to lower herself onto the full length of him, but when she did she was flying.

"God almighty!" she yelled, thrusting herself up and down on him. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she had to wrap her arms around Lindsey's neck to keep herself upright. Bobby started thrusting up into her, and she raised up so he could use his full length, pistoning into her beautiful pussy with everything he had.

"GOOD . . . GOD!" she shrieked, and she flailed uncontrollably into a full nuclear meltdown. Bobby came again too, pulling his mouth away from Lindsey's pussy long enough to bellow like a young caveman celebrating his first kill.

Carol rolled off of him onto her side, completely spent, both her hands on her crotch. "Jesus!" was all she could quietly say.

Lindsey took the opportunity to lower her head and sixty-nine the young man. He was still mostly hard, and she slurped in his sticky cock. A short few minutes later she was writhing and cumming on his face, his long tongue getting her off beautifully.

A little later on, Julia and Lindsey went missing, enjoying a little private time in the bedroom. Soon after I noticed, Julia came out with a smile on her face.

"Lindsey requests the presence of your company in the bedroom," she said.

We all walked down the hall and there was Lindsey, spread-eagle on her back, tied to the four corners of the bed. I wasn't sure if she was excited or scared.

"Linny! You okay? You cool with this?" I asked.

"I'm a lot better than okay," she said, with fire in her eyes. "I've never been so horny in all my life."

"Well, in that case... shall we make her beg for mercy folks?" I said, running the backs of my fingertips gently up the inside of her long leg.

The five of us started working on her—tickling, licking, sucking and probing every inch of her long voluptuous body. She had one foot in heaven and one foot in hell, and she tugged at her restraints and screamed out with abandon. Carol's expert tongue on her pussy lifted her to her first sky-high orgasm, and then we took turns fucking her, the girls with the strap-on, and then me, and then Bobby. She came for each one of us, and Bobby's ten-incher was like the grand finale in a fireworks show, leaving her drenched with sweat and exhausted. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming and laughing.

We untied her and kissed her softly, and she lay there motionless with a tired smile on her pretty face, her wrists and ankles the same bright pink color as her well-used pussy.

"Thank you everybody," she said, barely audible. I curled up next to her and the others left us alone. Julia threw a blanket over us on her way out.

"You're one sexy woman," she said, giving Lindsey a little kiss. I think that alone made Lindsey's day.

Lindsey drifted off to sleep, so I left her and rejoined the party in the living room. When I walked in Chloe was fucking Julia from behind with the strap-on, and Carol and Bobby were lying together on the couch watching them.

"Carol, I seem to recall a request you made earlier," I said. "Bobby, shall we give her the royal treatment?"

She smiled a big smile, and soon we were in the throws of it, alternating fucking her, with the other being hungrily sucked-off in her eager mouth. It was more than a little intense and lasted way more than the ten minutes she requested. We even managed to cum almost simultaneously, Bobby deep down the throat of his sexy art teacher.

All of us were worn out and cuddling quietly in the living room when Lindsey wandered out, wrapped in her blanket. Her hair was a mess and she looked so sexy, with a wonderful look on her face like she had won the big prize but didn't want to tell anybody. 

"You guy's really know how to treat a girl," she said with a mischievous smile.

"I'm guessing you want some restraints built into your new sex room," I said.

"Damn right!" she said, and the night ended the way it had begun, with laughter.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 20



"Oh, you are handsome!" a woman's voice said from the sidewalk as I was stowing away tools in my truck.

I had just finished a job at another of the 'big money' houses a few blocks from Lindsey's place. 

"So how old of a woman do you service?" she asked. 

She was silver haired, walking a small dog, and looking at me with that 'I hope he likes me' look you usually see on a teenager. I'd guess she was around sixty, and very attractive.

"I have customers of all ages," I said with a little smirk. "Do you have something that needs working on?" I asked, playing her little game.

"My name's Connie. I'm Barb's neighbor," she said, extending a hand laden with rings.

"I'm Steve. Pleasure to meet you Connie. Always nice to meet a friend of a friend. Barb's a sweetheart," I said.

"She speaks very highly of you too Steve. You seem to have helped her, ah, over a hump, so to speak. She has a nice new gentleman friend, the first in many years. She's had quite a re-awakening, judging from the noises coming from her bedroom window," Connie said with a sly smile.

"Well good for her. I was wondering why she hadn't called me lately. Perhaps he's good with the tools?" I said, playing the role of the witty sophisticate.

"Yes," she said with a smile, "but I doubt he works to your high standards. I've heard you're very highly skilled. I'm wondering though — do you mind working on older places that need some . . . rejuvenation?"

"Mind? Heck no," I said, looking Connie over from head to toe. "I've got the afternoon free if you'd like me to take a look at it."

"Well! This is exciting! I'd like a complete renovation please!" she said with a delightful laugh.

"That may take some time," I said with a wink.

"I'm well past the hot flash age," she said as she fanned her face, "but . . .wow, that was a doozie!" After a moment she added, "I should have listened to Barb and called you weeks ago."

"Would you like a ride, or shall I meet you there?" I asked.

"No, I'll walk. I've got Inky," she said, referring to the little black dog. "I'll meet you there in ten minutes. I'm right next to Barb, with the green door."

"You know there's a classic x-rated movie called 'Behind The Green Door.' Pretty hot stuff," I said.

"Whoa! Another hot flash," she said quietly, tugging the front of her blouse out repeatedly to pump cooling air under it. "Behind The Green Door huh?" she said, looking me in the eye and laughing a little. She shook her head and said, "And I thought Barb was exaggerating your seductive charms..."

Connie walked off down the street with Inky. She was wearing an expensive looking waist length black leather jacket and a pair of well-tailored blue jeans that showed off a lower body that looked much younger than her years. Her haircut continued the youthful illusion — it was very short and highly styled. 'Give me the Jamie Lee Curtis,' I could imagine her saying as she walked into the salon. She even had a youthful wiggle in her walk as she made her way down the sidewalk — if it wasn't for the silver hair you'd never guess her age from behind.

I sat in my truck for a few minutes checking messages on my phone and contemplating Connie. If my guess of her age was correct she would be the oldest woman I had been with, assuming I was going to 'be with' her, of course. I was thirty, and this new line of work I was in had led me into the beds of some wonderful older women, something that I hadn't experienced before. My life was better for it, that was for sure. I started my truck and headed over to see what was behind Connie's green door.

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Connie's house was typical of the neighborhood—huge and expensive, with a stone facade, perfectly manicured landscaping, and a big circular driveway that led to a three car garage with climbing roses on the front of it. A classy place for sure.

"Welcome Steve," Connie said from the front steps as I walked up. "I hope you haven't had second thoughts and decided you'd rather work on something that isn't this old."

"Not at all," I said. "By the time I'd watched you walk down the street I knew I was very interested in the working with you."

"Okay then," she said, smiling and eyes twinkling, and she pumped on her blouse again to cool another flush of heat from her body. 

"It's a beautiful home. Have you lived here long?" I asked as we walked inside.

"Yes, my husband and I were among the first in the neighborhood," she said. "We moved in thirty years ago. I'm afraid it's gotten a bit run-down though. My husband suffered from a long illness—I cared for him for almost ten years—and very little got done on the house in that time. He's been gone now for three years, and I think I finally have my head on straight again. Time to spruce up and take another stab at life."

"Good for you Connie," I said. "I can tell by those sparkling eyes of yours you won't have any trouble with that."

"Now I know why all the women fall for you," she said softly, shaking her head. "So, let me show you around and we'll see what projects we can find for you. I can probably keep you busy all winter."

After a tour of the big house we decided I'd start on the screened porch, before the weather got too much colder. A thorough paint job and a new ceiling fan would take care of things out there, and have it ready for spring when it rolled around. Connie helped me move the furniture into the house and I started right in on the scraping and sanding, prepping the space for a nice paint job.

"Tomorrow morning we can go to the home center and pick out some paint," I said when Connie came in to have a look at the progress.

"Oh, this is exciting. I never dreamed this would be happening when I woke up this morning," she said with a big smile. "Can you stay for a light supper Steve? I'd love to have some company."

"I'd love to Connie. I didn't bring any clean clothes with me though," I said.

"Oh, you won't be needing those," she said, and then she blushed bright red, looking shocked at what she had said. "I mean . . . we're . . . we're casual around here." She turned and left in a hurry, clearly embarrassed, and I smiled to myself, thinking how cute she was.

A little later, when I had finished for the day, I followed my nose into the kitchen. Connie, freshly showered and dressed in a form-fitting casual dress, was stirring a ridiculously great smelling pasta sauce, made with tomatoes, garlic, wine, olives, capers and anchovies.

"Wow! I don't know if I've ever smelled anything this wonderful," I said. I walked up behind her and barely brushed my lips against her neck, inhaling her perfume. "Intoxicating."

She dropped the spoon in the pan and turned to me. "Oh Steve, it's been so long since I've felt a man's touch. I may not survive this."

She tipped her head back and our lips met, softly and tenderly. She moaned quietly as our mouths opened, and the tips of our tongues barely touched.

"I hope you don't mind if I drink some wine. I'm nervous as hell," she said as our first kiss ended and I held her in my arms. I could feel her trembling a little. "I was thinking about it when I was in the shower—it's been fifteen years..."

"We can slow down Connie. Get to know each other better," I said.

"No . . . I want you . . . tonight if you'll have me," she said with a hopeful look in her eyes. "I'm worried though—I have no idea if I have anything left to give."

"Well if that first kiss was any indication," I said, "it's gonna to be a magical evening."

"God Lord, where did you come from," she said, smiling and shaking her head.

We ate her fabulous pasta and a salad, drank more than enough wine to relax her, and she led me upstairs.

"After my husband passed I had this room fixed up and moved in here," she said as we entered her bedroom. "I needed a fresh start." The room was light yellow, with big windows overlooking the backyard gardens. 

"It suits you—cheerful and bright and beautiful," I said.

"I've laid here many a night wondering if I'd ever have a man in here to help me christen the new room. I guess it's not so new anymore..." she said.

"Better late than never. I'm honored to be the one to christen it with you. Would you like me to splash my fluids over your bow?" I said with a wink. 

She looked shocked for a second, and then burst into laughter. Suddenly the laughter stopped and she threw herself into my arms and we kissed hard, the floodgates of passion opened wide. I unzipped the back of her dress as we kissed, and her hand found the swelling crotch of my jeans. I quickly shed my t-shirt, and she moaned as her hands moved over the muscles of my stomach and chest. I pulled her dress forward over her shoulders, and she let it drop to the floor revealing a lovely matched set of lingerie—black and lacy, small and sheer. Not exactly what you'd expect on a woman of her age, but oh my, did it ever look good on her well kept figure.

"Wow!" I said, much to her delight.

She unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, ending up in a kneeling position in front of me.

"Oh my!" she said as she saw my eight inch erection through my tight boxer-briefs. She ran her hands over the thin fabric and moaned. Then she pealed my briefs down slowly, revealing me inch by inch, until I sprung up and nearly hit her in the face. "Okay, now it's my turn to say wow," she said quietly, with her eyes locked on my throbbing cock. "I think I may have gotten in over my head here," she said, looking up at me a bit apprehensively.

"That's just the way Barb felt Connie," I said, pulling her up on her feet and embracing her. "Don't worry, we'll take things at your pace."

"I've never done anything . . . oral," she said tentatively. "I'm rather old fashioned I guess."

"Did your husband ever pleasure you that way?" I asked.

"No, never," she said.

"Well I'd like to, if it's all right with you," I said quietly in her ear.

"Yes," she said even quieter.

I reached behind her and unclasped her pretty bra and ran my hands around her sides, palming her tits. "Oh Steve!" she whispered. Her breathing was getting short and ragged. I slipped the straps from her shoulders and she shrugged it off and let it drop to the floor.

"You look beautiful Connie," I said as I kissed my way down the center of her chest. Her tits were quite lovely, full and surprisingly firm, with lovely dark nipples that were hard and sensitive. She let out a long, deep moan when I sucked one into my mouth and tongued it against my teeth.

I continued kissing my way down her stomach until I was on my knees. I slowly pulled down her lacy panties revealing a wispy grey bush around her pussy, the first I had seen with grey hair.

"How beautiful!" I said, looking up at her. "I love it when the carpet matches the drapes." She laughed and all the tension seemed to drain out of her.

"Just kiss it you fool!" she said through her laughter. "I'm dying to know what it feels like."

I dove in and sent my tongue as deep into her as I could, and then licked up through her folds to her clit.

"Oh God in heaven!" she exclaimed softly, and her knees went weak. I supported her with my hands under her ass and gave her my best tongue lashing. She didn't speak again, just moans and chirps and much ragged heavy breathing.

"I need you inside me," she finally managed to say, and she pulled me up. I kissed her and let her taste herself, and she hugged me tight, her tongue trying to snake down my throat.

Connie reclined on the bed and I quickly shed my shoes and kicked off my jeans.

"On your back young man," she said forcefully. She straddled me and didn't waste any time lining me up and taking the first inch or two.

"This may not be easy," she said. "I've got an ancient tube of lube if we need it. How did Barb do with this monster of yours?" She gasped as she took another inch.

"She was a bit overwhelmed, but she loved the end result. So did I," I said. "God you feel good Connie."

"Oh Fuck!" she said, halfway on with four inches to go. She leaned forward and started rocking back onto me, fucking the first half of me. Gradually I started to fill her—a half inch, then a half inch more, until she slowed and sat up, and with a big moan realized I was all the way in. Her hands went to her crotch and she started slowly grinding her hips fore and aft. "Oh my God!" she said as her head tipped back, and a guttural scream that sound like it came all the way through her from her toes bounced off the ceiling into my ears. She was grinding hard on me, like a woman possessed, and her head flipped forward, staring me in the eye with a piercing gaze. "Fuck me Steve! Fuck me!" she groaned in a deep voice.

She leaned forward and lifted her hips and I started thrusting up into her.

"Harder! Oh fuck me god damn it!" she groaned.

I gave it all I had, and she took it with great loud groans and moans. Just about the time I was going to have to back down and re-group she came with a shudder, her head thrown back, and she screamed a series of wordless sounds at the ceiling. I was slowing down, nearly spent of all my energy but still thrusting up into her, when she collapsed onto my chest. If she wasn't breathing so hard I would have thought she was dead, she collapsed so totally and completely. Like a rag doll she lay on me, gasping for breath.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" I asked softly.

"Better than okay," she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Connie didn't move a muscle for many minutes, and as her breathing slowed to normal she seemed to fall asleep on top of me. My cock was still mostly hard and deep inside her. After a few minutes she woke.

"So it wasn't a dream," she said as she turned her head to look at me.

"It felt like one, didn't it?" I said. "You're quite a woman Connie."

"You're still inside me?" she asked, sounding surprised. "You didn't . . . finish?"

"No. There's plenty of time for that. We're far from done," I said.

"Are you serious?" she said. "You could put an old lady in the hospital you know."

"Not you sweetheart, you're built for this," I said.

"Ha! You think so huh?" she said. "Let's see, my husband, who I loved dearly, had a tiny little penis, lasted about two minutes in missionary position, I've never been with anybody else, never had or given oral sex . . . I could go on."

"You've got the body of a forty-year old—and a sexy one at that, your ass wiggles beautifully when you walk, you love receiving oral sex, you clearly love to fuck and you have amazing, beautiful orgasms . . . I could go on," I said with a smirk.

Her warm, luscious pussy was keeping me mostly hard and I gave her a thrust that took her breath away just as she was about to answer me. She giggled.

"I guess you've made your po...oint," as I bottomed out in her again. "God that thing is huge. I feel like my whole gut is full of you." She paused and moaned a few times. "So, I don't want this to sound to clinical," she said, "but I'm kind of fascinated by the oral thing. Do you think I could try it?"

"Do I think you could try it?" I laughed. "That is a bit clinical. Try saying it this way—I want your cock in my mouth Steve, and I want you to cum on my tits."

Her eyes got big and darted back and forth between mine, and her mouth curled up seductively. "I want your cock in my mouth Steve . . . and I want you to . . . cum on my tits." She looked shocked and amazed and thrilled at the words that came out of her mouth.

"No man could resist that look on your face Connie," I said, and I kissed her as I slid my cock out of her wonderful feeling pussy.

"Oh . . . my!" she whispered as I slipped out.

"Would you like me to wash it clean for you?" I asked.

"That's not the normal way is it?" she asked. "I mean that would sort of break the flow of things, wouldn't it?"

"I thought maybe for your first time, you might enjoy it more," I said. "But yeah, usually it's a little more down and dirty. I woman tasting herself on a hard cock can be a big turn on."

Connie's breathing started to get short and ragged again, and I could feel her heart pump faster against my chest. "Oh my, this is an education, isn't it!" she exclaimed quietly. 

She pushed herself up off my chest and onto her knees between my legs. She wrapped her hand around the base of my sticky cock, lowered her head, and took the swollen purple tip into her mouth. She held on tight and licked the four or five inches protruding from her hand like a popsicle. 

"I've always wondered what it felt like to be a dirty girl," she said between breathy moans, her nostrils flaring as carnal lust overtook her.

"Help me," she grunted out lustily between licks. "Tell me what to do."

I wanted to be able to 'splash my fluids on her bow', so I got up and stood and Connie sat on the side of the bed. I showed her how to take me in her mouth and stroke me at the same time, and she took to it like a natural. She clearly enjoyed it, and when I started gently thrusting into her mouth her moaning increased to a fever pitch, as did mine.

"Oh Connie!" I said, and I grabbed my cock just in the nick of time and splashed hot cum on her neck and chest, the last spurt a bullseye on one of her dark nipples.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in a near whisper. 

I moved closer to her and she took me back into her mouth and ravenously sucked me clean.

"God Connie! You're a natural!" I said as I regained my breath. She finally slowed and then stopped her hungry sucking, let my cock slip from her mouth, and looked up into my eyes. Semen was running down her heaving chest, and dripping off her tit onto her thigh.

"You're well and truly christened now sweetheart," I said.

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Connie wasn't kidding when she said she wanted a complete renovation — she kept me busy all winter working on her big house, and we whipped it into shape room by room. Lot's of painting, floor re-finishing, and new light fixtures. Two bathroom re-models, new kitchen cabinets — lots of good work that made my meager bank account swell nicely.

As for Connie's personal rejuvenation, she became a wonderfully sexual person for the first time in her life. She kept the local Victoria's Secret store in business virtually single-handedly with all her lingerie purchases, she took up yoga, and she even bought a Kama Sutra book of sexual positions that we had lots of fun with. I was a little worried though—she had gotten very attached to me, and she never spoke of any men in her life, even though she often went out in the evening to charity events and concerts with her friends. I finally told her about my concerns.

"Oh, don't worry about me," she said. "I've got my eye on a few men. When the house is done and you're not around so much . . . I'll be fine don't worry. I'm planning on fucking their brains out—they won't know what hit them," she laughed. "For the time being I'm going to enjoy you to the fullest. You're sweet to worry about me," she said, and she kissed me. Her eyes misted up with tears. "Do you have any idea how much you've changed my life?" she said.

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One beautiful winter morning Connie stopped me as I was bringing my tools in from the truck. We were in the middle of a warm 'January thaw' and the sun was shining brightly. "No work today," she said. "Let's go for a drive—I want to show you something."

Connie drove us away from the city in her car. "I never told you about my husband John's fishing, did I? It was his favorite thing to do, the only thing that got his mind off his big business worries. I swear the stress from running that company is what killed him..." she said, with a sad shake of the head. "I finally persuaded him to buy a small place on the water, not far from home. Something he could get to easily in the evenings if he wanted too."

She turned down a long dirt driveway that was badly overgrown. Halfway down I had to get out and pull away a large branch that had fallen. It looked like it had been there for a long time.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 20



"Oh, I hate to see it like this, John loved it so..." she said as I got back into the car. She pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped tears from her eyes. She put the car in gear and we drove up to a small cabin, what the old-timers would call a fishin' shack. The grass had grown up into a field that had been matted down by the winter snows, and the grounds were littered with dead branches and wet leaves. The cabin was at the edge of a wide flat river, part of the state's canal system in the summertime. Connie unlocked the front door, and we went in to the dimly lit, dusty space. There was a combined living/dining/kitchen space, a decent sized bedroom, and a small bathroom. It was really pretty nice, and would be easy to fix up, I thought. The river side was a full width screened porch, and we walked through it and back out into the sunlight. It was just a few steps to the water.

"You can't build anything this close to the water anymore. It's one of the things John loved about it," Connie said. "He spent all his time down here at the water, so we had a nice seawall built, and the dock," she said, as we walked out onto it. The dock was huge and in beautiful shape, and had a screened-in gazebo on one side of it. "I'd sit in there away from the bugs and read, and John would battle the fish out here. We spent many peaceful evenings here."

"It is peaceful here, I love it," I said, looking off down the big river.

"Yes, the neighbors are spaced out nicely. It's very private. I'm glad to see it's still that way. You'll enjoy it here," she said.

"You mean you want me to fix it up for you?" I asked. "I'd love to."

"No Steve, I want you to fix it up for you. It's yours. My lawyer has already finalized everything."

"But Connie...!" I said, shocked to near speechlessness.

"No Steve. I want this badly. Nothing will make me happier than to give you something that you'll love, after all you've given me. And I want this place to be with someone special. You're that person."

"My God Connie!" I said, my eyes welling up with tears.

"It won't cost you much to own—I've arranged for the tax bills to be sent to me. And when I die there'll be something in my will for you, so..."

"You're insane! I'm speechless Connie..." I said.

"If you mean I'm insanely happy, then yes. This is a wonderful day," she said with a loving smile.

We stood at the waters edge in the warm winter sunlight, and I kissed that insanely beautiful woman hard.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 21



Connie kept me busy all winter working on her big house — and working our way through her Kama Sutra book — but I had other customers to keep happy too, some of them my favorite girls. There was a new shower at Julia's, and perhaps most interesting, a 'playroom' at Lindsey's. She wanted a permanent, comfortable space that would be 'orgy ready' whenever she was. It was the perfect job for a sex crazed handyman like me.

Lindsey had money to burn, like all the other divorced or widowed women in her high-end neighborhood, so it was a fun project of pure luxury. I found a company that makes custom Murphy beds — the kind of bed that folds up into a wall and disappears — and sent them the specs for two king-sized units that would hinge down sideways from the side walls, meeting up snugly with a permanent king sized bed in the middle. You could use the center bed alone, or pull down one or both of the fold down units to double or triple the width. With all three down the big bed would be 19 feet wide! 

The 19 foot wall above them would be filled with a custom mural, painted on removable panels by our artist friend Carol. Her skill at erotic art was being given free rein, and the large scale of the piece allowed her to try some new things. She sketched out the general plan for it all, and then there were numerous modeling sessions in her studio. Actually, 'modeling' sounds too static — we fucked our brains out while Carol captured the action on her sketch pads. Lindsey, Julia, Chloe, Bobbie, Barb, Liz, and Greta were all involved in one or more sessions where Carol did numerous preliminary sketches. When that phase was complete, she went to work alone in her studio on the large panels. We left her to her work alone, so that the end result would be a surprise. It was the biggest commission Carol had ever received, and she was thrilled, not only for the money, but for the artistic challenge.

The ceiling was to be completely covered in mirrors, there would be a full wet bar with a refrigerator, a large L-shaped sectional couch, a killer sound system with built in speakers, and mood lighting that could be adjusted for color in intensity. The three walls that weren't mural would be hung with Lindsey's quickly expanding collection of erotic art. She had become quite an aficionado after seeing Carol's beautiful charcoal drawing of Julia and me. And last but not least, Lindsey requested some tie-off points all along the 19 foot bed, to use restraints on if one chose to do so. She absolutely loved being tied up at Julia's.

All-in-all an ambitious and super fun project, and I knew the party Lindsey was planing to throw when the 'playroom' was finished would be epic. I worked on it all winter, along with Connie's many jobs. I would shoot off occasionally to take care of other customers, but those two kept me pretty busy. Surprisingly, Connie and Lindsey didn't think much of each other. They only lived two blocks apart, and shared Barb as a close friend, but an episode at a cocktail party almost ten years ago had turned them off of each other. I was hoping to change that, and got together with Barb at a coffee shop to discuss it.

"So how are things going with Ed?" I asked as Barb and I sat down at a corner table.

"Wonderful!" Barb said with a big smile. "I've got you to thank for that. You made me realize how much I was missing. I might never have started dating again if it wasn't for you Steve." She put her hand on mine and whispered, "He's not as big as you, but he knows what he's doing," and she winked.

"I'm happy for you Barb, you deserve it," I said.

"So, Lindsey and Connie," Barb said. "It's frustrated me for years that they don't get along. Maybe you and I should get them drunk and in a hot tub," she laughed.

"I was actually thinking along those lines, although I'm not sure of exactly what," I said. "Being with a woman would be completely new for Connie. There's no telling how she would react — it could be playing with fire. And then there's you Barb. You probably don't want to get all crazy now that you're with Ed."

"Ha! Wanna bet?" she laughed. "You switched on the horn-dog in me somethin' fierce. And Ed, well let's just say I think he'd be first in line if somebody invited him to an orgy. He's just to much of a gentleman to admit it," she laughed.

"Wow, so this is starting to get interesting," I said. "You know Connie better than I do — you think she would even go? I mean over to Lindsey's for a hot tub party?"

"If you ask her too she will," she said. "I don't mean to say she'd follow you off a cliff, but if you ask her to do something sexy, she'll do it. That's the feeling I get." 

"So let's say we're all in the hot tub together," I said. "You're gonna have to break Connie in. She and Lindsey just aren't gonna start making love on their own, that's for sure. I'll get Connie started and then you slide over and show her the pleasures of a woman, and then we'll let the night bring them together."

"Sounds like poetry," she laughed. "Let's do it. I've been wondering about getting Ed into a group thing. This is perfect. I'll talk Lindsey into it — that should be easy — and you talk Connie into it. I don't think you'll have much trouble."

"And Ed?" I said.

"Ha! I've seen the way he looks at Lindsey and Connie. Like I said, he'll be first in line," she laughed.

"How about Liz?" I said. "It wouldn't seem right if we didn't invite her."

"Yes, you're right. And she's the perfect catalyst too. Remember our first night? She was the first one with her tits out," Barb laughed.

"Do she and Connie know each other?" I asked.

"Yes, they're quite friendly. Connie thinks Liz is a hoot."

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Three days later it was Saturday night and we all arrived at Lindsey's and mingled in the big kitchen / family room area. Gradually, while we all worked on our first drink, folks drifted off to the bathroom to change into our bathing suits. It was a fairly warm evening by mid-winter in upstate New York standards, and a couple at a time we wandered out and slipped into the gloriously hot water. Lindsey had the music on, and the open alcove on the deck where we were was decorated with thousands of twinkle lights. 

"It sure is nice to see beautiful women in bathing suits this time of year," I said as I settled in next to Connie.

Lindsey had made large pitchers of margaritas, and strategically placed them around the tub, within easy reach of everyone. They went down easy, and there was much laughter and easy conversation. Lindsey and Connie were still a bit frosty however. Ed turned out to be a gem of a guy — in his late fifties, good looking, charming, and a great sense of humor. He was in his element surrounded by all these laughing women. I wondered if Barb had told him he might be fucking them all, or if it would be a nice surprise for him.

Liz downed her drink and announced, "This suit's to small for me, you don't mind do you?" She unlatched her too-tight bikini top and tossed it on the deck.

"Well if that's the case..." Barb said, and she and Lindsey did the same.

"Ah, that feels nice," Lindsey said. "Like summer again."

I gave Connie a little look of encouragement and she was soon topless as well, looking both excited and curious.

"My goodness!" Ed said. "May I just say... yes indeed!" and we all laughed.

The drinks flowed, and through the bubbles I could see Barb had Ed's bathing suit leg pushed up and his cock out in her hand. I did the same with my suit and maneuvered Connie's hand onto me. She gasped when she felt it, and it quickly hardened with her touch.

"Looks like you just caught a big fish sweetie," Liz said to Connie when she noticed the look on her face. "I love fishing, let me see what you got," she said, as she moved across the tub and found Connie's hand. Connie pulled away, not knowing what to do. "Oh yeah," Liz said as she felt my hard cock, "I caught a fish just like this a few months ago. I ate it, and it slid down my throat like caviar."

Connie and Ed were wide eyed and silent. "Help me sweetheart," Liz said to Connie. "It takes all hands on deck to bring in the big ones." Connie slowly moved her hand back and helped Liz stroke me. I slipped off my swimsuit to give them better access.

Barb knew Connie was in good hands, so she moved near Lindsey and reached for Ed to sit between them, which he eagerly did. She helped him slide his suit down and he moaned deeply as both the girls went to work on him under the bubbly water. Barb knew we had to get beyond the hand-job phase if Lindsey and Connie were going to get together, so she slipped off her bikini bottom and straddled and mounted Ed.

"Holy shit Barb!" was all he could say. He looked embarrassed at first, but the pleasure took over his brain and he lost himself in it. "Oh fuck!" he said as Barb splashed up and down on him. Barb leaned over and sucked on Lindsey's tits, Lindsey kissed Ed hard on the mouth, and the new guy was in hog-heaven. The whole scene was too much for him though and he came quickly, moaning into Lindsey's mouth.

Liz left my cock to Connie's hand, and positioned herself between Connie's legs. She slipped off Connie's bikini bottom without any resistance, and I could see the tell-tale look of lust building in Connie's eyes as she thought she might soon be fucking me. Liz expertly lifted her hips as Connie put her arms on the deck, and when Connie's pretty grey pussy broke the surface Liz dove in. It all happened in one quick fluid motion, and I don't think Connie had much of a chance to think about what was happening until Liz's tongue had sunk into her.

"Oh Liz! What are you..." she gasped.

I kissed Connie and whispered, "I think you'll like this sweetheart, she's an expert. Just relax."

Soon Connie's eyes were rolling back in her head and she came hard on Liz's talented tongue, with me massaging and sucking on her tits. Her body writhed for longer than usual — it was a deep, satisfying orgasm.

"Welcome to the sweet side Connie," Liz said, looking up with a loving smile.

Liz let Connie's body sink into the hot water and I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. "Wow..." was all she could say.

Liz reached down to survey my situation and found me still hard. "Ooo! Big fish needs a place to spawn..." she said, and she straddled me, my cock slipping in in one smooth plunge. "Oh baby, I'd forgotten how good you feel. You're a lucky girl Connie," she said as she ground herself against my pelvic bone.

"Would you like to help me with these Connie?" I said as I took one of Liz's big tits in my hand and sucked in her huge nipple. Connie, still a bit unsure of herself, took a big tit in her small hand and kissed it. Liz reached under the water and found Connie's pussy, and Connie sucked in the big nipple with a loud moan. Liz was loving the three-way action and she lifted her hips so I could thrust up into her. I came before I wanted to, but it sent Liz over the top and she splashed down backwards into the water the same way Lindsey did months ago. Liz came up with wet hair to much applause and laughter.

We all sipped on a fresh round of margaritas, and reveled in the sexual freedom we all felt. It was new to Ed and Connie, and it was easy to see they were enjoying themselves, but I was a little worried Connie and Lindsey were going to continue avoiding each other. Then Barb spoke up.

"Connie, would you like to learn how to pleasure a woman?" she said. It was a bold question and it took Connie by surprise.

"Barb!" she exclaimed, and she looked to me for support. "Well you're no help," she said to me, "you want me to turn into a dirty old slut don't you," and she laughed.

"Come on sweetie, it's all good," Barb said. "Liz taught me a few months ago. Now it's my turn to pass it on. Just think of the fun we'll all be able to have when there's no men around."

"I'm generally available," Ed said, and we all cracked up laughing.

"Come here," Barb said to Connie. "Let's give our host a nice big orgasm. She's the only one who hasn't had one. That doesn't seem right, does it."

Barb took Connie's hand and sat her next to Lindsey. They only glanced at each other. Barb swished through the hot bubbles and positioned herself between Lindsey's legs and lifted them onto her shoulders.

"There's not a whole lot of science to it," Barb said as she took her first lick. "Just think about what would feel good if you were licking yourself." She sunk her tongue deep and Lindsey let out a sharp moan as she was swept away.

"Why don't you and Ed take care of those nice tits," Barb said between licks.

Ed dove right in, finally getting his hands on sexy Lindsey, and Connie slowly joined him. Lindsey was really getting into it and her hands went to Ed's cock and Connie's pussy. Barb could have easily taken Lindsey over the top, but she slowed and took her on a nice long ride.

"Come her sweetie," Barb said to Connie. Connie swished out through the bubbles and switched places with Barb. "She's primed and ready sweetheart. Just give her clit some attention and watch the fireworks.

It didn't take long for Connie to get the hang of it and Lindsey was soon flying. Barb was kissing her and Ed was going ravenous on her big tits. Connie was on her knees and I couldn't resist. I moved behind her and she sensed my intention and stuck her ass out for me. I slipped in and she cried out into Lindsey's pussy. Somehow Lindsey held on long enough for me to bring Connie to a screaming climax just as Lindsey went off.

"This is a delightful way to spend a Saturday evening," Ed said as all the moaning died down. We all laughed hysterically.

It was, in fact, a delightful evening, and as we left Connie and Lindsey embraced like dear old friends. "You orchestrated this whole thing, didn't you Steve?" Lindsey said. "Thank you." She and Connie kissed me on my cheeks, and life was good.

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Work progressed through the winter on Lindsey's playroom. The basement of her big house had some nicely finished living space, with a small kitchenette and a very nice bathroom, so we re-purposed a family room area down there for the playroom. It had plenty of square footage — Lindsey wanted plenty of floor space for mingling during her party's — and it would be relatively easy to deal with privacy and soundproofing. With some double insulation on the ceiling and a few other areas Lindsey would be able to crank the tunes and a group of people could scream in ecstasy all night long without the neighbors knowing about it. After demolition of the old space, I installed duct-work for a dehumidification/fresh air ventilation system, the walls were sheet rocked, the big folding murphy beds were installed on the side walls, I built a platform for the center bed that also supported the outer edge of the murphy beds when they were down, the ceiling was fully mirrored and a nice plush carpet was put down on the floor. 

We found a rich, dark red grass-cloth wallpaper for the walls, and the LED mood lighting was all hooked up to a fancy little controller that could adjust the color or even roll through different colors automatically. There was also a series of aim-able recessed lights in the ceiling to bathe all the art work with soft light. I built Lindsey a nice new sound system using a Mac Mini and an iPad to control it. It could play tunes throughout the house, or just in the playroom, through awesome Dali speakers that mounted in the walls and four hidden subwoofers. "Forget the sex," I said to Lindsey, "I just want to lie on that center bed and listen to tunes all day." 

The whole vibe of the room was 'Mid-Century Modern,' and Lindsey found a fabulous wet bar from the 50's that I restored and refinished, and I built a refrigerator into the wall behind it. A huge TV screen was hidden behind the bar, and rose up at the touch of a button to display classic porn — Lindsey liked the old stuff. There were strong eye bolts installed in various points on the ceiling, a system of restraint points all along the 19 feet of bed space for handcuffs, ankle restraints or whatever, and a walk-in closet with shelves for the audio system amplifiers, sex toys, and lot's of pillows and other accessories. A huge off-white leather L-shaped sectional couch arrived one day, along with a gorgeous modern style coffee table and a pair of very modern lounge chairs that were perfect for sex, and the room was almost complete. All that was left was the art work. 

Lindsey decided she didn't want to see Carol's mural until the night of her first party when everyone else saw it, so Carol and I installed it, and Carol also got the job of hanging Lindsey's erotic art collection around the rest of the room. There were some amazing pieces she had picked up on recent travels, including some sculptures. The largest of those was a bronze of a couple reclining on their sides fucking 'spoon style' with the woman's leg in the air. That one took a place of prominence on the coffee table, and all of it was lit with the adjustable recessed lights.

Carol's mural was nothing short of mind blowing. Richly colored, vibrant, and intensely erotic, it was made up of five different scenes, but they all flowed together with interacting arms and legs into an orgiastic masterpiece of color and light. I knew it was special when I saw the individual panels, but when we had the whole thing hung together it was spectacular. It all fit perfectly into the wall space we had designed for it, the lighting made it glow as if it was alive, and Carol was rightly proud of the result.

"I sealed it really well, so when you guys spray your seed all over it Lindsey can clean it off," she laughed.

Carol, like Lindsey, had thought of everything, and the playroom was ready for play.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 22



The winter had gone by quickly because I had been so busy. I worked all day long every weekday, and on the weekends I worked on the wonderful little 'fish camp' at the river that sweet Connie had gifted to me. It was only twenty minutes from the city, so it was easy to shoot out there whenever I had some free time. I was so busy I didn't take on any new customers — I just kept my core favorites going whenever they called with a job. But the majority of the winter's work was renovating Connie's big house room by room, and building Lindsey's playroom.

Lindsey spared no expense to make the ultimate orgy room, and it turned out fantastic. With the music on, the LED lighting shifting colors slowly, and the spectacular mural and other art work bathed in soft light, it was a long way from the two mattresses on the floor of her home gym where she had her first group sex experience. Her new playroom was truly special, and I knew there would be many memorable nights there in the future.

Lindsey loved surprises, and hadn't even seen the room finished. Carol and I hung the art work and put the finishing touches on things so Lindsey could walk in with her first guests and see the big mural for the first time when they all did. The day of the big event Carol met me there early and we made up the 19 feet of wall to wall bed with satin sheets, arranged about twenty pillows around the perimeter of it under the mural, stocked the refrigerator and wet bar, set-up a nice playlist of music, and did a final clean-up. Lindsey also had us arrange condoms, lubricants, and Viagra in clear glass containers on top of the bar. We closed the door behind us and took an excited Lindsey out for a light dinner.

Lindsey had requested everyone wear there finest lingerie for the big event, so when we got back from the restaurant the three of us showered and changed, and soon after the guests arrived. Lindsey greeted them at the door wearing the same disco era see-thru cover-up she had on when I first met her, the black one with the lime-green fur trim. I was wide open down the front, and under it she had on a spectacular set of lingerie made out of see-thru lime-green lace — bra, crotchless panties, garter belt and shear stockings. Her Marilyn Monroe like voluptuousness was barely contained, and she looked stunning. Just before the guest's arrived she delighted in showing me the quick release velcro on the sides of her panties. "You can rip them right off of me if you're so inclined," she said with wild eyes, although being crotchless, with her pussy lips in full view, I'm not sure that would be entirely necessary.

The guest list was large — she wanted the first party in the playroom to be a wild one with lot's of action and all age groups represented. Besides Carol and I, the guests included Julia, Connie, Liz, Barb and Ed, Chloe and Bobby, Greta, and a big handsome graduate student from Senegal she was dating named Abdou. When Lindsey was making up the guest list she was hoping for more men, so Carol suggested Tyler, the student from the art class who was chatting up Julia after I fucked her brains out on stage. She contacted him and he eagerly accepted. Lindsey encouraged me to invite a friend, so I called my buddy Mark. He's a good looking guy I knew the ladies would like, and he's single at the moment.

As folks arrived they stripped down to their sexy undies, and I tended the kitchen bar to get things started. We all mingled until everyone had arrived and had a drink, and then Lindsey directed us downstairs. There was great anticipation in the air as we all descended the wide staircase, and I called Lindsey to the head of the line and threw open the door to the playroom. A slow dance groove throbbed out of the sound system, and she gasped with delight when she saw Carol's masterpiece on the big wall in front of her. In fact every one gasped with delight as they made their way in, and the room was buzzing with energy. When Carol came in Lindsey broke her mesmerized gaze from the mural and embraced her.

"It's unbelievable!" Lindsey said in Carol's ear, and she had to wipe away a few tears. The two of them stood there for a few moments, arm in arm, taking it all in.

"Speech!" Liz yelled. "Speech!"

Lindsey looked overwhelmed. "Stand up here so everyone can see you," I said. She took off her high heels, I helped her up onto the giant bed, and I went to the bar to turn down the music.

"Wow!" she said quietly, shaking her head. "This is so much more than I expected." She wiped away another tear, gathered her thoughts, and spoke up. "When a woman gets divorced in her forties, or doesn't have a man later in life, it's easy for her to think her sex life is over. I certainly felt that way. And then Steve came along." She paused and looked around. "Yup, I see some nodding heads among you ladies out there. You girls already know about this incredible man, but some of you don't. Come here Steve," she said, reaching out for me to join her. I stepped up on the bed next to her in my skimpy purple and red silk briefs, kissed her cheek and put my arm around her waist. "This man," she continued, "was sent from heaven to bring happiness to women like us. I'd hate to think of my life without him... ANY of our lives without him. What he's done for me is very much like what he did for this room. With his loving touch, he transformed me — and this room — into something alive and exciting, something that exists in a completely new and exiting way, something with a new purpose, a new reason for being. Thank you Steve... thank you." She kissed me and the room erupted in applause.

"Carol, come on up here with us," Lindsey said. Carol stepped up the other side of Lindsey, wearing a dark red lace teddy with a V-neck that plunged below her belly button. "I haven't known Carol long, but she's become a dear friend. She painted this un-fucking-believable mural behind us." Applause and whistles filled the room. "Some of us had lot's of fun modeling for it, didn't we? You all can try to figure out who's who if you want, but I think it'd be more fun to just re-create it here on this big bed. There's toys and handcuffs and stuff in the closet — help yourselves. Now, let's do what these bodies were built to do — LET'S HAVE SOME SEX!" she yelled. Everyone cheered, and the party was on.

Not surprisingly, Liz tumbled onto the giant bed before we'd even stepped down. She pulled Greta and her big boyfriend Abdou down with her, and Abdou's big black cock was the first to appear. It quickly disappeared in Liz's mouth. I noticed my friend Mark by the bar looking rather alone and unsure of everything, so I went over and played bartender and chatted with him.

"You gotta be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world," he said to me, shaking his head.

"No luck, just Karma man. 'Do unto others' and all that," I said, smiling. "Have another drink buddy. This is gonna be a night you won't ever forget." I poured two glasses of expensive old single malt scotch and clicked glasses with him. Chloe wandered over to join in our conversation. 

"Chloe, do you remember my friend Mark?" I asked.

"Sure, at the club a few months ago, right? Nice to see you again Mark," she said, and she gave him a nice soft kiss on the mouth. Chloe, as usual, looked mind-meltingly hot. Her long red hair and pale skin were set off to perfection with a wild black fishnet and fringe outfit. I guess you'd call it a teddy, but it was an unconventional one. Her incredible body was basically on full display, with just a little ornamentation, and Mark was speechless.

"Looks like you've stunned him to silence with your beauty Chloe," I said. Chloe giggled, and did what every guy dreams a sexy girl would do in that situation — she squatted in front of him, pulled down his bright red briefs and gave him a first class blow-job. I patted him on the back as I left them. "A night you won't ever forget buddy. We're just gettin' started."

"He's cute! Where you been hiding him?" Julia said as she passed me, heading their way. Moments later Mark was on his back on the big bed with Julia sucking his cock and Chloe grinding her pussy into his moaning mouth.

I wanted my first sexual experience in the new room to be with Lindsey, and I was glad to see she was still mingling, talking to Barb and Ed. I tapped Ed on the shoulder. "May I cut in?" I said, and I took Lindsey's hand.

"Oh Steve, it's all so wonderful, I can't even begin to put it into words," she said.

"Well, your speech was pretty great. Thanks for all the kind words." I said, and I kissed her. "Care to join me on the big bed?"

"Let's dim the lights, and turn up the music a bit," she said.

The light's were all pre-programed, so all she had to do was push one button and they slowly dimmed to a color swirling glow. The music was easy to operate too, and it sounded awesome, better than any stereo I've ever heard. I don't know which it was, the softly swirling colorful lights or the louder music, but it was like a signal and suddenly sex was happening everywhere we looked. 

"I think I've died and gone to heaven," Lindsey said quietly.

I took her hand and led her onto the big bed. We stepped between naked and semi naked bodies and found an open spot in the back corner. I wanted to ravage Lindsey while she was standing, so she could look out over everything that was happening in her wonderful new playroom. I knelt in front of her and licked her pussy through her crotchless panties. She moaned and staggered back into the corner for support, holding my head in her hands. I tore at her panties and the velcro gave way with a loud "Rrrriiippp', and I dove in even deeper with my tongue.

"Oh fuck! Make me cum!" Lindsey cried. She popped off her bra, tossed it aside and her hands cupped her big tits.

Her moaning was mingling with all he others in the room. It was a fascinating chorus — I had made all of these women cum numerous times and I recognized all the sounds I was hearing. It was like some kind of amazing dream to hear them all at the same time — something I won't soon forget.

Lindsey shrieked and shuddered with her first orgasm, and before it ended I quickly stood behind her and bent her slightly so I could slide my cock up into her. She gasped and moaned, and I fucked her standing up, both of us able to see all the carnal bliss spread out before us. Liz was on her back under big Abdou, looking like she had just discovered the secret to happiness. Greta had Bobbie's long ten-incher in her mouth, and I may have been hallucinating but it looked like she swallowed the whole thing at one point. The look on his face and the loud groan seemed to confirm it, but holy cow — is that even possible? Mark was fucking sweet Chloe from behind while Julia came hard from Chloe's increasingly talented tongue. Connie was riding young Tyler while Barbs pussy hovered over his mouth, and Ed was thrusting into Barb's mouth. There wasn't a person in the room who wasn't involved in some form of licking, sucking or fucking, and moans and shrieks and screams were breaking out everywhere. One orgasm seemed trigger another one nearby, and they cascaded around the room. 

"Oh Fuck Steve!" Lindsey cried quietly as I fucked her. "I can't take it, this is too fucking much!"

I slid a hand from her tits down her belly to her clit, and she exploded in a violent orgasm. I had to hold tight to her hips to keep her from flying off of my thrusting cock. She yelled something incoherent at the top of her lungs with her head thrown back on my shoulder, and her body spasmed violently. As her body quieted down, I held her tight against me and caressed her beautiful tits. A smattering of applause broke out among those who watched her beautiful orgasm, and she giggled. Her giggles grew into laughter that spread throughout the room. Lindsey turned to embrace me, with tears in her eyes.

"The best day of my life," she said, and she kissed me hard.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 23



The deep upstate New York snow was receding, and spring was just around the corner. Lindsey's playroom was finished and a big success, and the room-by-room renovation of Connie's big house was just about complete. I had started accepting a few new customers to take up the slack, but I was enjoying a little more free time as well.

Most of that time was spent fixing up the riverfront camp that Connie had given me. She drove out often when I was there, and she marveled at how I was bringing the old place back to life. She greatly missed her late husband, and I could tell she wished they had fixed the place up more and had spent more time there when they had the chance. They did put quite a bit of money into it though, which I was glad of — they had a well drilled, a new septic system installed, a new metal roof put on, and the waterfront was first-class, with a new rip-rap stone seawall and a beautiful dock with a screened gazebo on it. All I had to do was renovate the camp itself, and the grounds.

I wanted the place to have lot's of funky character, and I could think of no one better to help me with the overall vision than Carol. She met me there one beautiful mid-March day when the last of the snow was melting and making it's way into the calm green river.

"Steve, this is fantastic!" she said as she got out of her car and looked the place over. "Let's see, we could make the door look like a vagina, and the chimney could be shaped like a hard cock..." She broke up laughing.

"I don't think so sweetheart," I laughed. "My parents are going to be here now and then you know."

"Holy shit! You have parents?" she said. "I don't know why, but that never crossed my mind. Wow, that's weird isn't it? Some of your lovers are probably older than your mom."

"Yeah, weird," I said. "I try not to think about that too much."

"So what's your father like?" she asked. "Is he gorgeous too?"

"Well, we look a lot alike, if that's what you mean," I said. "Could we change the subject, 'cause this is a little odd." Carol giggled and took my arm, and I walked her down to the water.

"Oh god, it's so peaceful and private here," she said. "We could have sex right here couldn't we. Right here in the sunshine."

"Yeah, but that's not really why I brought you here," I said, as Carol dropped to her knees and opened my jeans. She expertly flipped my cock loose, and worked me until I came in her moaning mouth.

"Mmm, that tastes good," she said as she swallowed. "I needed a little snack. You know, you're the only man I've ever met that I can't control myself around," she said as she forced my swollen cock back into my jeans.

"That's good to know," I said, smiling down at her dark, piercing eyes.

"So, what are your plans for the place," she said as she stood, acting as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Well, I'm gonna need a chair right here, 'cause my knees get weak whenever you're around," I said.

"You're sweet," she said, and she kissed my cheek. "Show me inside, I'm dying to see it."

"From what I've seen, it started out as not much more than a tar-paper shack — a little fish camp," I told her as we walked in through the screened porch. "At some point it was rebuilt more substantially, and I've taken it to the next level, with structural improvements and full insulation so I can use it year-round."

"Oh, it's great Steve! I can see why you've been so excited about it," she said. "You know, all us girls were thrilled when Connie did this for you. I think we all have wished we could do something similar. She's a sweet woman."

"She's amazing," I said. "And I'm glad to know what the rest of you think about this. I was kind of wondering how it would go over."

"So how can I help?" she asked. "If your mom's coming I guess you don't want an orgy mural on the wall."

Nope, much as I'd love it," I said. "I'd just like you to lend me your artist's eye, and help me come up with a plan to make the place funky and cool — colors, moldings, maybe some wood carvings and other details. I'm not gonna do it all at once, but I'd like to have an overall esthetic to work towards.

"Oooh fun!" she said. "I'm so glad you called me!"

I showed her some magazine clippings, and a book on cottages that I bought, and she immediately started coming up with great ideas. We listed out some things, and made some sketches.

"Oh man, this is perfect!" I said. "You're a genius Carol, you should branch out into the design world."

"Can I paint your porch for you?" she said as she walked out there.

"You know, I was thinking about having a painting party, but with all these interesting details we came up with today, I think I'll just do it myself," I said.

"No, I mean I want to paint something special out here. I love this space," she said.

"Oh wow! Yeah, I would love that! What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"I'm thinking this back wall would be all marsh grass, with a beautiful blue sky above it that would wrap up onto the ceiling, with white clouds. A sky blue ceiling is sort of an old Victorian thing to do on a porch," she said. "With a ceiling fan and a million twinkle lights, it'd be awesome out here at night. Oh, and you'll need a nice couch to fuck on."

"Sounds fantastic Carol. And the bonus for me is you'll be hanging around here a lot. Guess I better get a bed moved in pronto," I said with a wink.

Her mind was still working feverishly with ideas. "OK, I know you said your mom's gonna be here and all that, but sexy women are such a big part of your life, I think we need to work some of that in. Tastefully though. I'm looking at these posts holding up the porch roof — what if we make them like a totem pole type carving of a stylized naked woman. Would that be too wild for your mom?" she asked.

"Nice! I like that idea," I said. "As long as one of them isn't fondling an erect penis I think she can deal with it," I laughed. "Big carvings like that are expensive though, and I'm afraid I'd make a mess of it if I tried it myself."

"Don't worry about that. I know just the guy. Invite him to the next orgy and he'll work cheap," she laughed.

"Cool! This is coming together nicely," I said. "I'll go buy some tongue-and-groove cedar tomorrow and get started on the interior walls."

I embraced Carol from behind, kissed her on the neck, and said in her ear, "I'd love to give you a nice big reward for helping me today."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, and we fucked every possible way you can standing up.

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Just a few days later the snow was completely gone and I was able to bring my little Airstream trailer out to the camp and park it in the driveway. It gave me a nice place to relax in comfort as work progressed inside the camp, and yes, a place to entertain the ladies when certain urges overcame us.

Within six weeks of Carol's first visit the little camp was looking good. Some of the artistic details would happen later, but a surprising amount of the detail work was taking shape quicker than I had expected, thanks to the help of Penny's carpenter friend Ron who spent a few weekends helping me. Memorial Day weekend was two weeks off, and I decided to invite folks for a party and make a final push to whip the place into shape by then. Connie, of course, would be the guest of honor, and like Lindsey with her playroom Connie had decided to stay away for the final month of work so she would be surprised at the final result.

The interior was finished and looked great. There were a few moldings and carvings I wanted to do, but they could wait. A new green linoleum floor was down, satin varnished cedar walls, lot's of interesting built-in shelves in various places, a huge funky looking ceiling fan, two antique looking futons in the living area with a big old 'Penny style' round dining table, some really unusual looking window trim that Carol designed, an antique front door from a salvage yard that looked like it came out of a castle, some old rugs that Julia found at antique store, a beautiful little soapstone wood stove, and about a hundred other details. Carol, bless her heart, had spent a lot of time painting the porch — more time than she had expected I think, but I had rewarded her often in the little airstream trailer — we gave it's old bed a good workout. Her friend Will made fabulous naked lady totem poles for the porch, and they were even cooler than I thought they would be. There was enough room out there for another futon and a small dining table, and with the twinkle lights strung the porch looked like a million bucks.

The exterior was the last big thing to do before the party — hand split cedar shingle siding stained a silver grey color, with dark green trim and black sash on the windows. The front door was lime-green, in honor of the lime-green fur on Lindsey's see-thru robe. Carol had some ideas to 'funky up' the trim outside, but that would come later.

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Memorial Day weekend rolled around and it was party time. I had spent a few days leading up to it cleaning up the yard, but most of that work would happen later. On the whole the place looked great. It was a Friday evening party, to give folks a chance to do other things over the long weekend. Some folks were busy and couldn't make it, but I assured them it was just the first of many such events. The girls all insisted they would bring all the food and drinks, so I basically had nothing more to do. I lit up the twinkle lights on the porch and out in the gazebo, lit a small fire in the wood stove, settled down with a beer, and promptly fell asleep.

"Good god Steve!" Connie said, snapping me out of my slumber. As she looked around I could see tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Are you crying because I ruined it, or because you like it," I said as I tried to eradicate the sleepy haze from my brain.

"Oh Steve, it's wonderful!" she said, nearing a full-on sobbing cry. "I'm sorry," she sniffled. "It just does my heart good to see the place in such loving hands."

"I'm glad you like it Connie," I said as I embraced her. "You know, I've fallen deeply in love with this place over the last few months. I hope you'll spend a lot of time here with me."

"I'd like that," she said, wiping away the tears.

Just then Carol and Julia pulled in the long gravel driveway. They hopped out of Julia's car and brought in two big boxes full of food.

"There's jugs of ice tea and booze in the trunk," Carol said to me, and she turned to Connie. "Hi Con! What do you think? Steve did an awesome job didn't he?"

"Oh Carol, I can't even believe it," Connie said.

"Carol, take her out to the porch and show her your paint job," I said as I headed out to Julia's car for the drinks. While I was out there Connie's best friend and neighbor Barb arrived with her friend Ed, and right behind them was Ron and Kathy. Ron had helped quite a bit with the camp renovation, but I hadn't seen Kathy since the long weekend at Penny's camp when Ron and I put new windows in the porch. That was Kathy's introduction to partner swapping and group sex, and I was very glad to see her again. 

"Hi gorgeous!" I said to Kathy as she stepped out of Ron's truck.

"I'm glad to see I was wrong," she said as she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Wrong about what?" I asked.

"I spent the whole winter thinking you couldn't possibly be as sexy as I remembered you," she winked.

"Ronnie, how ya doin' buddy," I said as we bro-hugged. "Let me introduce you to some friends of mine — Barb and Ed, this is Ron and Kathy."

"So how do you know Steve?" Ron asked them as they shook hands.

"He showed up to fix the hot tub of a friend of mine one evening, and I was in it," Barb said with a wink, and Ron and Kathy laughed.

"Oh good," Kathy said, "I thought maybe you were his relatives or something and this party would be different than I thought."

"In other words dude, she's hoping for an orgy," Ron said to me.

"Ronnie! Don't! Oh god..." Kathy said, clearly embarrassed.

"Well if past experience means anything, you've come to the right place honey," Barb said to Kathy, and she put her arm around her and they walked toward the door.

My friend Mark was next to pull in the driveway, and then Carol's friend Will the woodcarver. Will's an interesting guy — another full time artist, he spends a lot of time traveling around in an old motorhome, selling his carvings at art shows. Short in stature but muscular and good looking, he looks like a middle aged surfer dude from Southern California.

Penny and Mary were the final guests to arrive, flying down the long driveway at top speed in Penny's Subaru and parking in a great cloud of dust. I had seen Penny a few times over the winter at music clubs, but I hadn't laid eyes on the luscious Mary since Penny's Autumn Orgy. As I was making sure everyone was introduced to everyone else, I realized a lot of these folks were meeting each other for the first time, which should make for a fun party.

"Alright, I'd just like to make one announcement before we all wander off to enjoy ourselves," I said to everyone as they milled around the main room. "As I think you all know, this place was an unbelievable gift from an unbelievable woman, the beautiful Connie. With that in mind, and keeping up the long tradition in upstate New York of naming camps, I proudly name this wonderful old building CAMP SILVER BEAVER!" I reached behind the futon and pulled out a hand carved plaque Will made for me of a magnificent mostly grey-furred beaver chewing on a sapling, with the name of the camp under it. There was much good-natured cheering and laughter as I walked outside and hung it on two nails next to the front door. Connie had her head in her hand, laughing and crying at the same time.

"For those of you new folks who don't quite get the significance of this, well, you'll probably know before the night is over," I laughed. "Party on folks, and a big thank you to everyone who helped with this place!"

Party on we did. Darkness fell, delicious food was eaten, drinks were downed, and clothing was gradually shed. At about the two hour mark it was a rockin' full blown orgy. I'm not sure I expected that, but with this bunch I should have known. I think the most fun for me was seeing how Kathy and Ron took to it all. Kathy was just a wild woman once she got going, taking on anybody and everybody with great enthusiasm, and Julia and Carol really took to big Ron, double teaming him until he couldn't see straight.

"He's got the longest tongue ever!" Julia said with big eyes after she came hard on his face.

I talked to Ron a little later at the Kitchen counter. "So you guys fit right into all this, Have you been partying this way since we were at Penny's last fall?"

"Oh fuck no!" he said. "Nothin' since then dude. That was our first time — you know that — and we loved it, but we both feel like it needs to be just a once in a while thing. Like a special event to re-charge our batteries once in a while. Up at Penny's, that totally jump started our sex life. It was stale before that, and it's been great ever since. I think tonight'll do the same thing for us," he said, as we listened to Kathy scream in the bedroom. "Fuck, she's really cuttin' loose tonight..."

Just then Mary staggered out of the bedroom towards us, wiping her mouth and chin. "That wife of yours is fuckin' HOT!" she said to Ron. She turned to me and said, "She's askin' for ya Stevie. Says she needs some big cock."

"Go man," Ron said. "I'll never hear the end of it if she doesn't get with you tonight."

"So have you sampled Mary's charms yet Ronnie? She's somethin' special," I said.

"No man," he said looking over her red hair and perfect centerfold body, "she's way outa my league."

"Get outa here!" she said, punching him playfully. "Penny told me what a stud you are. Let's find someplace quiet."

"I don't know if it's occupied or not, but there's a nice lounge chair out in the gazebo on the dock that's just made for you guys. Should be warm enough out there, as long as you stay active," I said with a wink as I made my way to the still screaming Kathy in the bedroom. Mary grabbed Ron's cock and led him outdoors.

Carol had her face buried in Kathy's pussy when I walked in, and Mark was standing next to the bed slipping his cock in and out of her mouth. I put my hand on Carols back and she looked at me.

"Oh good. She's been asking for you," Carol said as she moved aside. "The girl's fuckin' insatiable. I can't keep up." She wiped her face on the sheet and laid down next to Kathy. Kathy let Mark's cock slip from her mouth and looked up at me, her eyes glassy and in a daze.

"Fuck me Steve!" she said almost angrily. "FUCK ME!" Her little body looked like it was trembling, and her pussy looked raw.

"Are you all right sweetheart?" I asked.

"FUCK ME GOD DAMN IT!!" she yelled, and she started rubbing her pussy hard.

"Alright sweetheart, let's just slow down a little."

"NO! NOT SLOW!! NOT SLOW!!" she yelled with wild eyes.

"I think you better give it to her baby," Carol said as she caressed Kathy's pretty little tits. "She'll be all right, she just needs it bad."

Kathy pulled her flexible legs up to the sides of her chest and I slid in. Her red pussy was sloppy wet and oozing semen, but still felt tight and wonderful.

"Oh God Kathy you feel good. Just like I remember," I said.

"I've dreamt of this," she said in a dreamy haze as I started to fuck her. "For months I've dreamt of this..."

She had given up sucking Mark, but held his cock tight in her small hand as I picked up the pace.

"Oh Yeah!" she yelled. "Nobody else gets there! Fuck yeah!"

"Oh baby! Fuck!" I yelled as I worked up to the highest speed, full throttle pounding I could give her. 

"Oh! ... Oh! ... Oh! ... OH!! ... OH!! ... OH!!" she shrieked at full volume.

"Come on baby! Come on!" Carol said in her ear, encouraging her building orgasm.

"Oh fuck! OH FUCK YEEEEESSSSSSSS!!" she screamed.

The words ricocheted inside my brain and I let loose a gusher of cum inside her white hot pussy, still pounding into her at full speed.

"Jesus baby!" I yelled, my cock feeling like it was melting in a blast furnace.

Finally I slowed, and then stopped deep inside her. Her eyes were closed and she was motionless, with Carol caressing he softly. 

"She's a sexy little thing," Carol said quietly. It was the understatement of the year.

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An hour or two or three later I was in a daze myself after Kathy had fucked me every way she could think of. I staggered out of the bedroom in search of orange juice and an energy bar, leaving Kathy spent but smiling on the bed. Out in the main room Julia was quietly riding Ed on one of the futons, with Barb curled up next to them.

"Nice party baby," Julia said as I walked by, slowly grinding her pelvis as Ed sucked on her tits.

On the other futon Will was flat on his back and Connie was riding him, barely moving, with her eyes closed.

"She's sexy man," Will said as I walked by. "The Silver Beaver," he said, glancing at her crotch. He smiled wide and Connie giggled.

I took my drink and snack out on the porch and found Carol and Penny working over Mark. They had flattened out the futon into a bed, and stolen some blankets from the bedroom to fight of the chill.

"Oh good, we could use another cock out here," Penny said when she saw me. "Poor Markie's gettin' worn out."

"Sorry ladies," I said, "you're gonna have to wait awhile. Kathy just about killed me in there."

"God that little thing is wild!" Penny said. "We were in there with her for a while, and we've been listening out here. What did she have, like thirty or forty orgasms or something? They were the real deal too. What the fuck... I've never seen anything like it."

We heard rustling outside and Ron and Mary came through the screen door wrapped in blankets. They looked happy.




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"So whaddya think of Mary Ronnie?" Penny asked. "Isn't she just the sexiest thing?"

"There are no words," Ron said, shaking his head. He put his arm around Mary and pulled her close.

"He's pretty hot himself. You were right Penny," Mary said with a sly smile.

"You know Ronnie, Kathy's gone just about out of her fuckin' mind tonight," Penny said. "You guys gonna be all right with all this?"

"She's all right isn't she?" he said, looking concerned.

"Yeah, she's fine," I said. "She's asleep on the bed."

"She literally fucked her brains out," Penny said with a chuckle. "I mean she might be like a mental cripple after this, if she can even walk. She and I used to do some wild shit back in school, but what the fuck..." she said, shaking her head.

"On our way over here she said she was hoping it would be fun. I think it worked out for her," Ron said, and we all laughed. "I was telling Steve, ever since our weekend up at your place Penny we've talked a lot about what happened. I think we're both cool with it, just doing it once in a while like this. This'll be the acid test though. I was listening to her too — holy shit, she's gotta learn to pace herself." We all chuckled again.

"Maybe that's the problem," Penny said. "She thinks it's not gonna happen again for months, so she goes nuts."

"Maybe. I don't know if we're ready for anything more often though. We'll see..." Ron said.

"Door's always open here buddy," I said. "There's any number of ladies I can call that would love to come over and be the 'fourth'."

"Thanks man," Ron said. "We'll see how it goes."

"I hope you guys still wanna come up to my painting party at the camp," Penny said. "We'll do it right after black fly season."

"Oh yeah, we're lookin' forward to that," Ron said.

Barb and Ed wandered out to the porch, mostly dressed, buttoning up their shirts.

"We're heading home Steve. Wonderful party — thanks so much for including us," Barb said.

"I wouldn't be sitting here, never would have met Connie if it wasn't for you Barb," I said. "Never mind that though, you know I love you guys." I gave her a hug and Ed a solid handshake.

"Thank you my friend," Ed said.

After that the party slowly broke up. Ron carried Kathy out to his truck, and Penny and I helped him settle her in. She was out cold, but had a look of great contentment on her pretty face.

"Don't fuck her for a while sweetie, she's gonna need some rest." Penny said to Ron as he started up the diesel in his big pickup. "Tell her to call me tomorrow."

The piles of clothes on the floor dwindled and after a while every one was dressed and leaving. Connie's car was blocked in by everyone, so she was last to go.

"I'd love it if you'd spend the night with me Connie," I said as I gave her a big hug.

"Yes, I'd like that," she said, holding me tight. After a long, loving hug she looked up at me. "Camp Silver Beaver," she said, shaking her head, and we both laughed.



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Connie and I woke to the sounds of chirping birds and a woodpecker drumming on a nearby tree. Sunlight poured in through the open window, illuminating the carnage of a great party the night before. Empty glasses and beer bottles on the shelves and dresser, a spilled glass in a puddle in the corner, and a woman's under garments — Kathy's I'd guess — trampled and dirty near the foot of the bed. Huddled under a down comforter our bodies were warmly intermingled, but the room was chilly.

"How's my Connie this morning?" I said quietly.

"Wonderful," she said, moving her head onto my chest.

"It's cold," I said. "I'm not used to not having a furnace. I forgot to fill the woodstove last night."

"This feels plenty warm," she said as her soft hand gently stroked my 'morning wood.' She rolled onto me and we fucked ever so slowly to quietly beautiful orgasms.

"What a nice way to start the day," I said. Connie just moaned a little as she lay on top of me, still full of my slowly shrinking cock.

BANG BANG BANG — a loud pounding at the front door startled us and Connie rolled off of me.

"What the fuck!" I said quietly, and I sat up and scanned the room for some pants to put on. "Coming!" I yelled as I found a pair of shorts and made my way to the door. By the time I opened it there was no one to be seen. A folded piece of paper was laying on the front steps. It read:

Way too loud last night.

We don't come out here to listen to screaming whores.

Lucky didn't call police.

"Hey Connie? What do you know about the neighbors?" I said as I walked back in and handed it to her.

"Oh my," she said with a chuckle. "Screaming whores. I guess I'm one of them." She laughed harder and I joined in.

"Stop it Connie, this is serious," I said, stifling my laugh.

"Well, let's see. There's nobody across the river — that's state land. It's part of a park, and it's supposed to be closed at sundown anyway. To the left is an elderly man's place, but he's been in a nursing home for a few years and it sits unused as far as I know. And to the right is a young couple... well, young to me, and they've got two young girls — I guess they'd be well into their teens now. I suppose it's from them," she said, handing me back the note.

"So what are they like?" I asked. "Do you know them well?"

"No, we didn't have too much contact with them," she said. "They stopped by the dock a few times in their canoe to say hello, but John and I weren't here that much — just a few hours to fish and we'd go back home. Whenever we talked they seemed very nice."

"So they're not rednecks with guns that are gonna to shoot me when I go over to talk to them about this?" I said.

"Oh no, not if they're the same people. They were nice. He was Swedish I think, and they're all very blonde," she said. "You can cut through the woods right over there," she said, gesturing through the window. "You see? There's a little trail there, near the water."

"Jeez, so there might have been teenage girls in the woods listening to us last night? That's not good..." I said, shaking my head.

"They may be grown and off to college by now. I'm not sure..." Connie said.

"OK, well, I better get myself cleaned up and go over there," I said. "I think I'll drive over, and try and look respectable."

"You know, with all that screaming on the dock last night we were probably heard farther away than next door," Connie said.

"Oh man, this is bad," I said, shaking my head. "So there was noise from the dock too?"

"Oh my yes," Connie said. "Between Kathy loosing her mind in the bedroom — which was mostly at your hands as I recall — and whoever was out in the gazebo..."

"That was Mary and Ron," I said. "I guess I didn't hear them because I was in here with Kath."

"I know! It was hard to hear anything over Kathy. Good God, that girl..." Connie said, laughing and shaking her head. "And Penny's got some lungs on her when she gets going. She was on the porch I think. It was pretty wild here for while. A veritable cacophony of screaming whores."

Connie cracked herself up laughing with her own flowery language, and I laughed too, but I was upset with myself for letting things get to the point where I had angry neighbors to deal with. I've never liked confrontation. I took a shower, dressed myself decent, and drove next door.

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The neighbor place was a typical summer camp, rustic but well kept. Three cars were in the driveway, and I was wishing I had their phone number so I could avoid an awkward confrontation with a house full of people. The door was on a side deck that wrapped around the river side, so I walked up the steps and knocked, holding the note they had left in my sweaty hand. 

"Can I help you?" a woman asked as she walked around the corner of the deck. She was in her early forties and wearing a bikini top with a wrap around her waist.

"Oh, hi," I said nervously. "I'm Steve Mills. Your new neighbor." I held up the note to show her.

"Oh Jesus," she said. I couldn't tell if she was shocked or angry. "This wasn't my best work," she said, taking the piece of paper from my hand.

"Look, I owe you a huge apology," I said. "I really screwed up last night. I guess because I can't see you folks from over there... it just never crossed my mind. I'm so sorry. I've spent my whole life trying to be considerate of others, and I... I really dropped the ball last night."

"Look, I'm not a prude," she said. "The main thing is my girls. They..." She stopped and looked at the open window next to us. "Can we talk down there?" She gestured to some chairs by the water, and we walked down.

"Like I said, I'm not a prude, at least I hope I'm not, but I've got two daughters in college, and they're both here for the weekend. They'll be here a lot this summer. Now I'm not stupid, I know they're sexually active, but what you had going on there last night was... I mean if you had daughters..."

"I know just what you're saying. I understand completely. I must say I'm impressed with how you're calmly dealing with this. If I was you I'd probably be beating me over the head with a shovel," I said.

"I was close to that last night believe me," she said. "And first thing this morning I was fuming pretty good. Laying quietly in the sunshine helped." She paused and shook her head. "What the fuck were you doin' over there... I've never seen anything like it."

"You could see us?" I said, surprised.

"I was out with a friend and got home late," she said. "My girl's cars were here, but they were nowhere to be seen, so I came out here to look for them and heard your party. Jesus Christ those women! Are they nymphos or somethin'? Anyway, I had a feeling, after hearing that, I new where to find them, and sure enough, they were down the trail there, sittin' in the woods, watchin' the show. You know you could at least turn the lights down. The porch and the Gazebo were lit up bright as day. It was like animals in a cage fuckin' their brains out for all to see."

"Holy shit," I said, shaking my head with my face in my hands. "This is bad."

"Well it's not good... but at least you're not cookin' meth or some shit like that. You're not doin' that are ya?" she said, and she smiled for the first time. For the first time I noticed how attractive she was, which was not what I should have been thinking about.

"Nope, no meth. Just good clean fun," I said, wishing I hadn't said it as soon as it left my lips. Luckily she smiled again, just a little, and looked into my eyes.

"You know, I thought for sure you were some kind of scum bag animal last night, but you seem like a decent guy," she said. "I think we can get past this."

"Thank you" I said, holding my hand over my heart and looking relieved I'm sure. "I hope we can be friends."

"Me too," she said. "I don't know what I'm gonna tell my girls though. They're still asleep I think."

"I don't suppose you want me to talk..."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't think that would be a good idea. I'm just glad you aren't one of those guys they saw in action last night." She paused, still shaking her head and looking at me in disbelief. "So, what are you, like swingers or somethin'?"

"No, just friends," I said. She looked genuinely curious, so I told her a bit more. "Just one married couple. Some divorced women, a few male friends. We've sort of gradually met over the last year and a half, and one thing led to another. I'm kinda as surprised about it as you — a year and a half ago I had none of this going on. Well look, I should go before your daughters get up. I'm very happy we can be friends," I said, extending my hand. "I should probably know your name before I go."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm Lee, Lee Philips," she said as she shook my hand, and we walked toward the deck stairs. "You know, it's really nice of you to come over. I didn't know if I'd see or hear anything from you after I left that awful note. What did it say?" 

"Somethin' about screaming whores," I said with a smile.

"Oh God," she said, looking down and shaking her head again. "See ya Steve." 

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Connie left soon after I got back from meeting Lee. She had started cleaning up and wanted to continue, but I wouldn't let her. I just took my time and had a lazy day getting the place back in order. I called Ron to check on Kathy, and he said she was sore but they were both happy and had a great time. I was glad to hear that. He confessed to being a little sore himself, and said what a trip it was to be with sexy Mary in the gazebo. I didn't tell him he had an audience out in the woods.

Late in the afternoon, when the little camp was in order, I took a beer out to the dock and enjoyed the sun for a while, the first time I had truly relaxed at the new place with nothing pressing to do. The canal wasn't officially open until the next weekend, but a few local boats were passing, a warm breeze was blowing, and it was very peaceful. I was drifting off to sleep when a woman's voice snapped me out of it.

"Hi Steve," Lee said from a sleek, dark green kayak.

"Lee! What a beautiful boat!" I said.

"Thanks," she said. "It's one of my only hobbies, so I splurged on nice ones. We've got two more If you ever want to paddle with me sometime."

"I'd love to! Your husband won't mind?" I said.

"There's no husband. You can come with me now if you want. I'm just heading out," she said.

"Absolutely! Just let me go grab some shorts. Unless you want me in my underwear," I said with a little grin.

"Why am I not surprised?" she said, shaking her head with a smile. "My girls are sunning themselves over there, so yeah, I'd kinda like ya to put some pants on."

"You got it," I said. "Just give me a minute. I don't need to lock up or anything do I? It's a good neighborhood, right?"

"It was before you moved in," she said with a big grin.

"Touché. Be right back," I said, and I ran inside.

"Did you see the little trail there that connects us?" Lee said when I ran back out wearing shorts, but shirtless and shoeless. "I'll meet you over there," she said as she paddled away.

I walked through the little wood lot that separated us, and emerged to the sight of two gorgeous college girls sunbathing in bikinis by the water. One of them saw me come out of the woods and alerted the other, and they both stared at me as I approached.

Lee pulled up along side them and very deftly extricated herself from the kayak.

"Girls, this is our new neighbor Steve," she said. "Steve, that's Becka in the pink, and Emma in the stripes."

"Hi Becka," I said, walking over and shaking her hand. "Hi Emma." I shook her hand too and they were both silent, looking at me like I was the second coming or something.

"You think you could say hello to our new friend?" their mom said, shaking her head.

"Hello Steve," they both said, almost in unison, and then they giggled.

"Steve's gonna paddle with me for a little while. Can you two grab one of your boats for him? Steve, you wanna hold onto this one for me? I'll be right back," Lee said. 

I sat on the seawall and held her long green kayak while the three of them walked up to a shed in the yard. They had a bit of a family conference before opening the door and coming out with a dark yellow kayak just like Lee's. The two girls carried it down to the water, and Lee brought a paddle and a life vest. The three of them were quite a sight in their bikinis — all blonde and blue-eyed, with beautiful bodies. Lee could easily pass as the girls older sister —even their haircuts were similar. 

"Wow, that's a beautiful boat! Who's is it?" I asked the girls.

"Mine," Emma said.

"Well thanks for letting me use it Emma," I said. "It's a beauty."

She smiled and they put the boat in the water and stood silently looking at me.

"Would you get us four bottles of water please? Thank you girls," she said, and she shook her head again as they left.

"Everything OK?" I asked.

"They don't think I should be associating with you. They think you're a crazy sex maniac," She said with a chuckle. Her eyes twinkled when she looked at me. "Did they ever stop to think maybe I need a crazy sex maniac in my life right about now?" She took me by surprise with her comment. 

"Well, they're half right I guess, but I'm not crazy..." I said with a little smile, looking deep into her eyes.

The girls plodded down the walkway with the water bottles as Lee was instructing me on the best way to slide in to the kayak. It had been a while since I had been in one, and never in a high performance one that was as long and narrow as these. I promptly flipped it and went into the drink. The three of them laughed as soon as they saw I was OK and smiling.

"It happens to everyone," Lee said. "These are really easy to roll, but that's what makes them go through the water so nice. You'll get the hang of it."

The girls laughing at me — and me being good natured about it — helped break the ice a bit. Becka even offered me her towel to dry off. The two of them helped me with my next attempt, and it was a success. Lee and I paddled off, me a little shakily until I settled in.

"Be careful mom," Becka called out as we left them behind.

The long kayaks were almost effortless to paddle on the smooth water, and we moved right along.

"So how far do you usually go?" I asked Lee.

"Depends on my mood," she said. "We won't go too far today though. Until your arms and shoulders get used to it you'll be sore. There's a nice island up a ways we can stop at."

We passed a few fishing boats and a pontoon boat with some partiers. Barn swallows skimmed the water beside us, and we passed lots of squealing red winged blackbirds trying to protect their nests on the river bank. As we reached the island a pair of Canadian geese swam out from under an overhanging bush with ten tiny puffball babies following behind. We beached the kayaks on a little spot of hard sand and climbed out.

"What a great way to spend a lazy afternoon," I said.

"Yeah," Lee said. It was an uncharacteristically short answer, and there was obviously more going on in her head as her eyes darted back-and-forth between mine. I felt the energy flowing between us and kissed her, and she responded like she had been waiting all her life for it.

She took my hand and led me into a pine grove on an elevated portion of the small island. Massive white pines towered overhead, and dappled sunlight filtered through. It looked like the forest of a magic kingdom. As a red squirrel chattered above us Lee dropped to her knees and started scooping the carpet of long soft pine needles into a pile.

"Spread these out a little. It'll be nice and soft to lay on," she said.

"Did you learn this in the Girl Scouts?" I asked with a smile.

"I was the first one in my troop to get the 'sex in the woods' badge," she laughed.

I flattened out her pile and she tackled me down onto my back. "Sorry," she said. "It's been a long time."

She worked feverishly on my shorts and I helped her pull them down.

"Oh yeah!" she said as her fingers encircled my rapidly expanding meat. She sucked me into her mouth a few times and I was fully hard. "Now I know why those girls were screaming last night." She took a couple more sucks. "I was so fucking horny watching your friends, but I had to be angry, for my daughters sake." A few more sucks and she said, "I laid in bed last night wondering why it wasn't me over there. Why does my life have to be so fucking boring..."

She pulled her bikini bottom aside and sat down on me, letting out a loud whimper as I filled her. She reached behind and unhooked her bikini top and threw it aside as she started riding me like her life depended on it. She felt incredible.

"God Lee, you feel amazing," I said breathlessly as she rode me hard. My hands were on her nice little tits.

"Oh fuck!" she said as she leaned forward and I fucked up into her. She kissed me hard and screamed into my mouth as my assault on her hot pussy continued.

"Oh my god!" she squealed, her head down over my shoulder as she came. It was a long, multi-part orgasm, and she was mostly silent except for some low groans. After the second wave I slipped my hand between us and found her clit with my fingers and she rocketed off again, this time with a scream.

"Oh my God..." she said as she caught her breath. "I guess a guy who practices a lot get's good at it, huh? Jesus!"

"You're pretty good at it yourself nature girl," I said as I picked up handfuls of pine needles and rained them down on her.

"Don't they feel awesome?" she said. "They're so soft..." She paused and then moved a little, feeling me still inside her. "But you're not! Jeez, didn't you...? Holy shit, this is different. I guess I'll have to confess to never being with a guy who knew what he was doing before. My ex was a two-minute Charlie."

I rolled her off of me and onto her back, pulled off her bikini bottoms, and kissed every inch of her thighs and her flat belly. I sucked in her pretty nipples and fingered her wet pussy until she couldn't stand it any more. With her legs on my shoulders I fucked her slowly and she came again, her arms outstretched on the soft carpet of pine needles and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Oh my God!" she said quietly as I picked her up and rolled her over onto her hands and knees and fucked her once more, this time more forcefully, and when we could both take no more she came hard again and I pulled out and shot my load all over the pine needles stuck to her sweaty back.

"I guess I got my wish... wow!" she said as we rolled onto the ground and got our breath back in each others arms.

We spent a wonderful hour in the peaceful pine grove, exploring each others bodies and being serenaded by red squirrels, chipmunks and song birds. Occasionally we'd hear a boat pass by.

"You know, orgasming — is that a word? — has never been my strong suit," Lee said. "And yet you draw them out of me like turning on the tap."

"I think that's you more than me," I said. "You were ready. And if your husband was a two-minute Charlie, that didn't help, right?"

"I guess," she said, searching for something deep in my eyes.

"I hate to say it, but my girls'll be worried if we don't get back." She paused a moment and said, "I suppose you wanna fuck them too." She said it very calmly and matter-of-factly, and I was speechless. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't have said that. It's so fuckin' weird being the parent of 'hot' girls," she said, making air quotes with her hands. "They're 19 and 20, and I should be over it by know, but I'm having a hard time getting used to the fact that they're sexually active adults. I need to get over it," she said, shaking her head.

"I'm afraid that's the kind of counseling I can't help much with," I said. "I've got a friend who went through it in kind of an interesting way last fall. She's about your age, with a nineteen-year-old daughter. I'm sure she'll be coming out to see my new camp — I can introduce you if you want. I think you'd like her."




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 24



"Yeah, that'd be great," she said. "It's always nice to meet new friends. So what happened with her daughter."

"Her name's Ally, and Nicki's her daughter. Nicki and her boyfriend came to a... you know, I think I should let her tell you...if she wants to." Lee searched deep in my eyes again, and her eyes got bigger.

"You guys didn't..." she stopped and waited for a reply that didn't come. "Did you!?! They came to one of your parties?! With her MOTHER?!"

"I'll let Allie tell you about it if she wants to," I said. "It's not right for me to talk about it."

"Holy shit, maybe you are a crazy sex maniacs," she said. "What the fuck have I got myself into."

"No Lee, no," I said, taking her hand in mine. "You've got nothing to worry about. Nothing happens with me unless EVERYONE is comfortable with it. That's the way I handle everything in my life. My father taught me to be a gentleman, and I think he taught me well. Don't worry about anything, OK? I'd hate for this to spoil the beautiful afternoon we've had."

Lee rolled her body against me. "Sorry, it's just a lot to take in, ever since last night. It WAS a beautiful afternoon, wasn't it," She kissed me and fondled my soft cock. "We'd better go or I'll let you fuck me for another hour."

We made sure there were no boats in sight and took a quick skinny dip to clean ourselves up. The paddle back was downstream with the current, and didn't take long at all. Ellie and Emma were dressed in shorts and t-shirts on the deck, and they walked down as we approached the seawall. They gave their mother a funny look as we greeted them — their women's intuition seemed to be fully formed already.

"Jeez mom," Emma said, shaking her head and looking embarrassed.

"What?" Lee asked, blushing a little.

"Nothing," Emma said, shaking her head. She was blushing too.

I extricated myself none too gracefully from the kayak. "Thanks for lettin' me use your boat Emma, it's pretty sweet," I said. The girls were silent.

They carried Emma's boat, and Lee and I carried hers, and we stowed everything in the shed.

Emma fingered her mom's blonde hair and pulled out some long pine needles. They shared a look that's hard to explain. "You girls ready for dinner?" Lee said, and she hugged them both.

"It was really nice meeting you Emma, Becka," I said with a smile.

"You too," Emma said with a neutral look. Becka was silent, but smiled a little.

"Thanks for the nice time Lee," I said. "You're all welcome any time if you want to see the old place next door. The paint job my friend did on the porch is worth checking out — it's pretty awesome."

Lee walked me to the little trail down near the water.

"See you soon I hope. I'm guessing a kiss or a squeeze of that cute ass would be spotted by their eagle eyes," I said, glancing at the girls.

"Yeah," she laughed. "Thanks Steve. I needed what you gave me today. Bad. I don't know if we should make a habit of it, but..."

"Habits can be fun," I smiled. "We'll just play it by ear." I winked at her and walked into the woods.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 25



The next day I was out sunning on the dock in my underwear again when Lee and her two girls paddled by in their kayaks. I greeted them and the girls hovered about fifteen feet off the dock while Lee paddled over and grabbed onto a cleat right at my feet.  

"You really should buy a proper bathing suit young man," she said with a smile. "Don't you love it when a holiday weekend is this beautiful?"

"It's awesome," I said. "What a way to start the summer. Hey, I talked to my friend Ally last night. She and another friend of mine are gonna be here Wednesday around noon to see the new place and work on their tans. Stop over if you want to meet them."

"MOM?!" Emma said from her kayak, sounding concerned.

"They're just friends honey," Lee said to her. "Nothing to worry about." She turned to me and whispered, "They're still worried about you," and she winked at me. "Who's her friend?" she asked.

"She's a dear friend of both of ours named Chrissy," I said.

"See girls, just a couple women working on their tans," Lee said to them. They both stared at me silently. "So Wednesday then. That's good, I've got the day off."

"What do you do for work?" I asked.

"I'm an E.R. nurse," she said. "That's why this place is so good for me — nice and peaceful after all that craziness. See ya Steve." She pushed off and they paddled away.

"Goodbye girls," I said. There was no reply.

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I had a small job to do Wednesday morning, and pulled my truck into the driveway just as Chrissy and Ally drove down the road in Chrissy's silver Mercedes two-seater, with the top down and the radio blaring. They parked behind me and jumped out, all smiles and arms waving.

"Hi Steve!" Ally said. "This place is fantastic!"

"We're so sorry we couldn't make it to your party Friday," Chrissy said as she kissed me on the cheek. "How was it?"

"Pretty wild," I said. "Maybe a little too wild. I've gotta remember to keep the neighbors in mind here. It's not like Penny's place."

"Uh oh! Did you get in trouble?" Ally asked.

"Sort of," I said, "but she turned out to be really nice. I think she's gonna stop by today to meet you guys."

"I know that look in your eye," Ally said with a chuckle. "You fucked her already didn't you."

"Ha!" Chrissy said. "That's one way to smooth ruffled feathers."

"No, it wasn't like that at all," I said. "The next day she invited me kayaking, and... well..."

"Yeah, you don't have to tell us," Ally said. "We know all about how irresistible you are." She gave my cock a squeeze through my shorts.

I walked them to the door and they saw the CAMP SILVER BEAVER sign. I explained how it was a tribute to Connie, who they hadn't met yet, and her lovely grey pubic hair.

"Oh my God!" Ally laughed. "Only you could pull something like this off and make it touching. I love it!"

They were blown away by the whole place, especially Carol's artwork on the porch and the naked lady totem poles out there.

"It's perfect Steve," Chrissy said, "you're gonna love it here."

"I already do," I said.

We walked down to the water and got cushions out of the gazebo for the lounge chairs.

"So, we drinkin' beer today, or somethin' fancy?" I asked.

"Beer sounds good," Ally said, and the two of them stripped off their shorts and shirts, revealing super hot bikinis.

"Oh my God!" I said.

"Nice huh?" Ally said. "We bought 'em special for ya. Chrissy's is ridiculous isn't it? You shoulda seen the people in the store when she came out to model it for me," she giggled.

They both looked stunning, but Ally was right, Chrissy looked unbelievable. The lavender bikini fit her petite voluptuousness perfectly, and the material was so thin — not see through at all, but every goosebump on her lovely olive skin was plain to see, and her nipples... oh my!

"Jesus, how am I supposed to maintain my sanity with you guys around," I said, shaking my head.

I went and got a cooler with a twelve pack of beer, and we settled in for some sun worshiping.

"So Ally, my friend next door — her name's Lee — she's got two daughters about Nicki's age," I said.

"Oh baby, here we go," Ally said. "It's either gonna be fun or it's gonna be trouble."

"Yeah, it's playing out sorta oddly so far. They were here for the long weekend, and Lee caught 'em in the woods over there Friday night watchin' Penny and Mary get their brains fucked out. Mary was out here in the gazebo with Penny's friend Ron, and Penny was on the porch with my friends Mark and Carol. They were all lit up bright with twinkle lights — Lee said it was like watchin' animals fuck in a cage."

"Holy shit!" Chrissy said.

"As you can imagine, Lee was kinda pissed at me," I said. "We got off to a rocky start. It's cool now between us, but it's a different story with the girls. They don't like their mother associating with the 'crazy sex maniac' next door. Can't say I blame 'em. I think they're gradually coming around though."

"Well if I know nineteen-year-old hormones, they'll be literally coming around before long," Ally said with a sly grin.

"See, this is why I invited Lee over today. She can use somebody who knows what she's going through to talk to."

"Are you sure?" Ally said. "I mean Nicki and I share sex partners, that's not exactly normal."

"But it works for you guys, right?" I said. "You've got a fantastic relationship. Anyway, it's up to you what you want to tell her. She could just use a little guidance from a peer. And I might have slipped up and gave her an inkling of you and Nicki's sexual, ah, connection."

"You what!?!" Ally exclaimed.

"I'm sorry Ally," I said. "I was trying to NOT say anything, and somehow I did. Just a hint though. I told her you should be the one to talk to her."

"Don't worry," Lee said, walking up silently behind us in bare feet. "He didn't say much. Hi I'm Lee." She greeted us with a big smile.

I jumped up and gave her a little hug. "Lee, these are two of my best friends, Chrissy and Ally."

"Wow," Lee said. "I can see I'm gonna have to go bikini shopping with you guys in the neighborhood."

The girls all hit it off wonderfully, and Lee and Ally shared war stories of raising teenage daughters. When they got to their third beer, the topic was mostly teenagers and sex. 

"I'm a little uncomfortable hearing all about my hot teen neighbor's sex lives," I said. "Chrissy, you want to help me rustle up some lunch?"

We left Lee and Ally and went in and started putting together some sandwiches, but there was no way in hell I was going to be able to keep my hands off Chrissy in that bikini. She was bent over the kitchen counter and I was giving it to her good with my shorts around my ankles when Ally and Lee walked in.

"I told you that was a 'fuck me now' bikini, didn't I?" Ally said to Chrissy. Lee looked a bit stunned and like she didn't think she should be there. "Whaddya think Lee, a little four-way action today? I know Steve can handle it."

"I...uh...I don't uh..." Lee said.

"Sorry Lee, I got kinda carried away," I said as I pulled up my shorts with my back to her. Chrissy looked embarrassed and straightened her bikini.

"No, it's OK you guys. Maybe I'll just go," Lee said.

"You will not!" Ally said. "Let's get this lunch together and we'll all go outside and continue where we left off."

"I'm the one that's sorry," Lee said. "You guys are all so free and open with your sexuality... I just wasn't brought up that way. This is kind of a leap for me. I'd like to get there though..."

"See?" Ally said. "That's exactly the point I was gonna try to make about raising our girls, but I couldn't figure out a way to get there tactfully. If my mother had been freer sexually with me when I was eighteen or nineteen, my life would have been so much better. I went through twenty years of stifled, uncreative, boring sex with a guy who didn't have a clue. I'm still married to him by the way. It's just a marriage of 'financial convenience' at this point. Actually, he has affairs, so it was probably me that was sexually boring. That's not what I want for my Nicki. I want her to have a rich, full sex life, and to spend her time on this earth with a man who knows how to give it to her. Pun intended," she giggled.

We all laughed, and the awkwardness from being caught with my cock in Chrissy was gone.

"I haven't raised any kids," Chrissy said, "but I was one, and I've been in a nearly sexless marriage for thirty-five years. Never had an orgasm until last summer with Steve. My life's changed so drastically since then, completely and totally for the better. There's not one single down side. When I think of how much living I missed out on, it makes me so sad." She paused a moment and added, "They should have a course in college that teaches free sex and orgies. Would have changed my life for the better, that's for sure."

"Wow," Lee said. ''I'm beginning to understand where you're all coming from. It's still a big leap for me though. And my girls... that's a whole 'nother story. I can't imagine... and yet I understand what you're saying."

"My Nicki, she and her boyfriend joined us at an... well, I guess orgy's the word, but it sounds bad. Lets call it a sexual celebration... that sounds better. Anyway, it was an amazing experience for me, and for her. She was nineteen at the time, and our relationship before that was OK — very old fashioned 'mother/daughter' — but now it's just so much better. I still play the roll of counselor, as every mother should, but we're so much closer now. We can talk about anything and everything, and it's really wonderful."

"Wow," Lee said, shaking her head. "This is blowing my mind."

"It's to much to take in all at once sweetheart," Chrissy said. "Let's have lunch. Remember, just 'cause it works for us doesn't mean it's right for you."

We went back out to the dock with our lunch and a fresh twelve pack. We told jokes and laughed, and Ally flashed her tits at a fisherman who was lurking across the river. He had been there for almost an hour, surreptitiously keeping an eye on the girls. We finished eating and the girls went back to suntanning.

"Let's give that guy a little show Chrissy," Ally said. "Pop those babies loose before you roll over."

Chrissy sat up facing the fisherman and took off her bikini top before slowly repositioning herself on her stomach. It was quite the sensual display.

"Wow," I said. "Is there a man alive whose heart rate wouldn't double watching that?"

"Or a woman," Ally said. She got off her lounge, straddled Chrissy's thighs and started applying suntan lotion to her back with a sensual massage. When she was done she said, "Wanna do me Lee?"

Ally took off her top, walked slowly to her lounge and crawled onto it on all fours before lowering herself down flat. Her sweet ass was the last thing do descend.

"That poor man's gonna have a stroke. You guy's are too much," Lee said, laughing. She continued the show by climbing onto Ally and giving her a nice massage with the lotion.

"Wow, you know what you're doing," Ally said.

"I'm a nurse. I've taken some massage training," Lee said.

"Holy fuck that feels good!" Ally said as Lee started to really get into it. "You know you're gonna have to do my front too."

When Lee finished with Ally's back Ally stood up, grabbed the cushion off the chaise lounge, took Lee's hand and said, "Come with me." She led Lee into the gazebo next to me and dropped the cushion on the floor. The gazebo was built with a solid knee-wall about two feet high, with screening above it, so when Ally laid down on the floor she couldn't be seen by the fisherman or any passing boats.

"You two keep it down in there," I said. "I've been warned by the neighbors about loud sex."

"We're not doing tha..." Lee said, cut off by a firm pull downward by Ally, who smothered her mouth with a passionate kiss. "What the hell!" she said rather breathlessly, and she looked up at me through the screen with a 'what's happening' look on her face. I smiled peacefully and nodded. 

"Have you ever been with a woman sweetheart?" Ally asked her quietly.

"No," Lee said, "And I don't think..." Ally put her hand over Lee's mouth and stopped her.

"That's right... don't think," Ally said. "There's too much thinking in this messed up world."

Ally started kissing Lee's flat belly, and her hands slid up to her tits. She reached one hand behind and popped open Lee's bikini top and her mouth went quickly to her tits. Lee moaned deeply.

I stood up and took the cushion off my lounge. I brought it into the gazebo and laid it down next to theirs, giving them a nice roomy bed on the floor. "We'll give you guys some privacy," I said as I left. I took Chrissy's hand and we walked across the lawn to the camp, Chrissy's bare tits jiggling like a playboy video. The fisherman was certainly gonna to have some good stories to tell his buddies.

Chrissy and I were both horny, and we virtually attacked each other. We fucked passionately in the sunlit bedroom for an hour or more, reacquainting ourselves with each others bodies after not seeing each other for a while. I was taking her from behind for the second time when Ally and Lee walked in hand-in-hand.

"Did you save anything for us Stevie?" Ally said. She crawled onto the bed like a cat, and Lee sat down next to us rather tentatively. I slipped my cock out of Chrissy and tackled Lee onto her back. She squealed with delight and I ravaged her with my mouth as she laughed, starting with her tits and ending between her legs. As I licked her clit her laughing turned to crying moans. I stood and forcefully pulled her to the edge of the bed, put her legs in the air and fucked her.

"Oh my God!" she said quietly as I pistoned my full length in and out of her. Chrissy and Ally swooped in around her and kissed her and sucked on her tits, their hands caressing every inch of her. All she could manage were deep whimpering moans as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body started trembling violently and she screamed out — a short piercing scream that was startling. She inhaled a long, stuttering, "Oh-ho-ho Fu-uu-uu-kk!" as the big orgasm swept through her. I pulled out at the last second and sprayed my first blast on her stomach, but a quick thinking Ally engulfed me and took the rest in her mouth. It was heavenly.

Lee was flat on her back and motionless, her eyes half shut as Chrissy and Ally gently massaged her limp body. I kneeled on the floor between her legs, gently kissed my way up her inner thighs, and ever so softly licked her pussy and clit. She responded by holding my head in her hands and whispering, "Oh fuck..." as another orgasm swept through her, her stomach muscles rippling like a wave.

"Don't you want your girls to know it can be that beautiful," Ally whispered in her ear.

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Later on, when we were sitting around the dining table having a snack, the girls realized most of their clothing was out on the dock, so I walked out to get it all. The fisherman was still at it, closer now, about thirty feet off the side of the dock. I picked up various bikini parts and turned towards him.

"Any luck today?" I asked him. 

He held up a stringer with a few fish on it to show me. "Not nearly as much as you," he said as he looked at the 'catch' of bikini pieces I had in my hand. All I could do was smile.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 26



Lee and I only saw each other occasionally over the next few weeks. Summer is a busy time at a hospital emergency room, and her schedule was crazy. Her two daughters were around more I think, but since I couldn't see their camp through the trees I'm not sure how much they were there. Occasionally I'd see one or both of them paddle by in a kayak — they always went slowly and checked my place out thoroughly. If I was outside they'd give me a good looking over, but always from a distance.

One evening I had fallen asleep reading a magazine on a chaise lounge in the gazebo on the dock. It was getting dark and no lights were on in the camp, so it looked like I wasn't home. I woke to the sound of young girls voices and giggling, and I turned my head as Becka and Emma were emerging from the little trail between our camps. There were two other girls with them, all four wearing bikini tops and shorts. Their voices were faint, but I could hear Becka and Emma describing the sex they had witnessed at my Memorial Day party. They walked across the yard to the back porch and peered in through the screens. I could almost hear the echo of one of Penny's monumental orgasmic screams as Becka and Emma described the scene to their friends. 

And then, in the fading late evening light, they walked towards the dock, and me in the gazebo. I could hear them more clearly as they got closer, telling their friends about the wild and intense fucking Ron and Mary were doing out here, and how it was all lit up for all to see. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as they walked up to the dark gazebo and peered in through the screen. Becka let out a short scream when she saw me, and I opened my eyes. They all looked stunned.

"Oh hi Becka, hi Emma," I said, pretending to wake up. "What brings you guys by? Everything OK?"

"Yeah," Becka said quietly. "Sorry, we didn't think you were home. We were just..."

"Oh, that's cool," I said. "Mi casa su casa, right?" They obviously had no idea what the crazy sex maniac was saying. "My house is your house. It's an old Spanish saying — it means you're welcome any time. How're you guys doing?"

I got up and walked out the screen door into the twilight, realizing too late that I was wearing nothing but my underwear again, this time a pair of small, too-tight, thin silk boxer shorts that showed off my prominent bulge quite nicely, if I do say so myself. Some air escaped quickly and audibly from one of the friends mouths as she got a look at me. 

"Gettin' buggy," I said as I slapped a mosquito off my neck. "You guys wanna sit on the porch and have a beer?"

Becka and Emma looked very unsure, but their friends quickly agreed and we made our way inside.

"Have a seat," I said. "I better put on some shorts — I need a little more coverage with four attractive women around." They all glanced at each other and two of them stifled a giggle.

I put on some proper shorts, turned on some music and the twinkle lights, and returned with five beers.

"Oh sorry," I said, "do I need a shirt?"

"No," one of the friends said quickly, and the others all stifled a quick giggle again. There were lots of big, unsure eyes darting around.

"So, I'm Steve," I said, extending a hand toward the friends. "I haven't met you guys before."

"I'm Katie. Nice to meet you Steve."

"Hi Steve, I'm Lacy."

"Nice to meet you guys," I said. "So, you've heard only good things about me I hope."

They both tried to hold back their laughter, but failed and got very red-faced with embarrassment.

"Ah, I'm guessing you heard about my Memorial Day party," I said. They both nodded sheepishly, trying hard not to smile.

"Well it was fun, I'll tell you that," I said, and they burst out laughing. Becka and Emma did too.

"Well good," I said to Becka and Emma, "you're finally able to laugh about it. That's a step in the right direction. You know, having a great sex life isn't deviant or criminal or anything. It just makes life better. This past month you've been treating me like I'm some kind of wacko or something. I'm just a regular nice guy."

"Sorry, it was just kind of shocking," Becka said. "But our mom's been talking to us about it."

"Oh good," I said. "Your mom's great. You're lucky to have someone like her. My mom was totally uncool. How about you guys," I said, looking towards Katie and Lacy. "Are your moms cool about sex and stuff?"

"Mine is," Lacy said. "She's kinda wild actually."

"Mine's not cool at all," Katie said. "I'm nineteen and she still thinks I'm like, twelve."

"Well, it's tough for a parent, especially with girls and pregnancy and everything, ya know? I was talking to your mom about it after the party incident. It's not easy on them." We all took a swig of beer. "So you guys were like watchin' in the woods huh? That musta been quite the sight to see. I know if I was your age I woulda been right there with ya. I'd probably still be talkin' about it ten years later," I laughed. "So Emma, you're the quiet one. Quiet people are usually the most observant — I'd love to know what you saw, since I was inside and didn't see it myself."

"You want me to tell you what I saw?" she said with big, questioning eyes.

"Yeah," I said. "It might help break the ice between us, so we're not all so tense with that hangin' over our heads, ya know? Wait a minute, let me grab some more beers — that'll help. You guy's get high? I got some decent weed if you want."

When I was inside I sent a quick text to Lee.

YOUR GIRLS ARE @ MY PLACE

WITH KATIE AND LACY

NOT SURE WHAT TO TELL

OR HOW 2 PROCEED 

We cracked open fresh beers and passed around the pipe. I didn't press Emma to tell me anything — she needed a little loosening up first. When she finished her second beer she was ready.

"So who were those three women," she asked, out of the blue.

"Which women?" I asked. "At the party you mean?"

"Yeah, there was two in here and one out there," she said, gesturing to the gazebo.

"There was quite a few folks inside too," I said. "They're all friends of mine. Let's see, out in the gazebo, that was Mary and Ron. Ron's wife was in the bedroom with... a variety of people, but mostly with me. Mary's gorgeous, isn't she? She's like a playboy model. And here on the porch, that was my friends Penny and Carol. If there was just one guy with them that was my old friend Mark. The tall dark haired woman, that's Carol, she painted this porch for me. She's an awesome artist. I don't know if you guys are into art at all, but she teaches erotic art over near the university."

My phone vibrated with a text from Lee.

TEACH THEM HOW BEAUTIFUL IT CAN BE 

BE GENTLE

"Did I mention that you've got the coolest mother in the world?" I said.

"Was that from her?" Becka asked.

"Huh? No..." I said, pocketing my phone.

"So that woman painted this?" Emma said, standing and looking at the marshland scene and the blue sky and clouds on the ceiling.

"Yeah, it's awesome isn't it? You should see the orgy mural that she painted at a friends house. It's a mind blower."

The girls were all mesmerized and hanging on every word I was saying.

"Penny and Carol, are they lesbians?" Emma asked.

"No no, they're bi-sexual. You know what that is?" I asked. She nodded. "You all know what that is?" They all nodded except Katie. "No Katie?" I asked. She shook her head, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's much more common amongst women. It's when a woman likes to have sex with men, but also with women. So like if you were in a three-way, with a guy and another girl, if you didn't touch the other girl sexually and just let the guy fuck you, you'd be a heterosexual. But if the guy fucked you, and you also licked the other girls pussy and she licked yours, you'd be bi-sexual. Trust me, being bi-sexual is so much more fun for a woman. It opens so many more doors to pleasure that weren't there before. Almost all my women friends are bi-sexual. In fact I think all of them are."

The girls were stunned at my frankness, but the beer and weed were keeping them loose.

"What about our mom?" Emma asked with a sly grin.

"See, what did I tell ya," I said with a laugh. "It's always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for." The girls all had big eyes, waiting with bated breath for my answer. "I don't know if I should talk about her sex life with you. Let me ask you this Emma. Do you want me telling her whether you're a bi-sexual or a heterosexual when I see her tomorrow?"

"How would you know?" Emma asked.

"We're all gonna have sex tonight aren't we?" I said. There was a quiet gasp from all of them.

"I know I am," Lacy said. She was out of her bikini top in a flash and straddled me on the futon. Her face was a foot away from mine, and with a wide smile she announced, "I'm bi-sexual too." Her blue eyes twinkled, and we kissed passionately.

"Shit Lacy!" Becka said.

Lacy broke off our kiss and said, "Oh come on, you know you want to. You've been talkin' about him for weeks." She moved her hand to my crotch and her eyes got bigger. "Wow, he's big!" she announced.

She wiggled herself back on my legs and started undoing my shorts. The other girls weren't quit sure what to do, so they just watched their horny friend.

"Oh fuck!" she said as she pulled out my mostly hard cock.

"We should go inside," I said. "We're kinda on display here and I got in trouble with the neighbors a few weeks ago." I winked at Becka and she smiled.

"Look at this Beck," Lacy said, holding my cock where she could see it. "You were hoping he had a big one." Becka blushed crimson red.

I slipped off my shorts and walked naked into the living room holding Lacy's hand. The look on the others faces was priceless.

"Somebody bring the pipe in and I'll fill it," I called out.

"Come on everybody, what the fuck!" Lacy called out. "It's not like this shit happens every day ya know. Get your asses naked!"

They all filed in, and Becka was the first one of the three topless. Lacy's shorts were off and she was naked, her ever-so-slightly plump body looking wonderfully soft and squeezable.

"So at your parties does everybody just walk around naked all the time?" Lacy asked.

"Yup, sometimes for a whole weekend," I said. "It's really nice, you feel so much more natural."

"Come on! We want to feel natural, don't we?" she asked the others. She walked over and took off Katie's top, and then Emma's.

"My God! You guys are so beautiful!" I said. They smiled shyly. 

Katie looked kind of scared, so I said, "OK, I've got a personal question, but it's important. Have you all had sex before?" They all nodded except Katie.

"Katie, no?" I asked. She shook her head no. "OK , that's cool. Don't worry, nothings gonna happen you don't want to happen, OK? You trust me?" She nodded yes. "Good. You can get involved in anything you want here, or you can just sit and watch. It's all cool. Maybe you'll learn something." She smiled sweetly, and looked more relaxed.

I filled the pipe, handed it to Lacy and went to the refrigerator. When I turned around with five fresh beers in my hands the girls were all naked, walking around like it was pretty normal.

"Awesome! Damn you guys look hot!" I said. "Doesn't it feel nice to just wander around naked?"

We sat around the living room in our birthday suits and they got used to the feeling. Once we'd all caught a fresh buzz Lacy made the first move, straddling me and kissing me again. My cock jumped to attention, and she slithered off of me onto the floor between my legs.

"God this is huge!" she said, and she took a little of it in her mouth. "Come here Beck, help me."

Becka slowly moved toward us. I could tell it was a big step for her, getting this involved with her older neighbor, a guy who was also having sex with her mother.

"You know what I said to Katie goes for you guys too, right?" I said to her.

"I know," she said, looking me square in the eyes, with a sweet smile.

Maybe it was the weed, but she seemed to be moving in slow-motion. She dropped to her knees and Lacy aimed my cock at her as her head moved forward and her mouth opened.

"Oh Becka!" I moaned as she took control and proceeded to give me one of the most sensual blow-jobs ever. It was heavenly, and she was a complete natural.

"Shit Beck!" Lacy said as she watched her and saw the way I was responding. "You been practicin' or somethin'?"

"You're gonna make me cum baby!" I said breathlessly when I could take no more. She was unrelenting, and I flooded her sweet mouth with my seed. She wasn't a swallower yet, so she let it all flow out over her bottom lip as she continued her slow assault. "Oh God!" I moaned.

"What the fuck!" Lacy said in a whisper as she witnessed one of the sexiest things she, or anyone else, had ever seen.

Becka finally let my cock slip from her mouth and Lacy immediately started kissing and licking the mess off her chin and mouth. As soon as she tasted my cum her passion level shot up, and after a sloppy kiss she tackled Becka to the floor and started her own assault on Becka's sweet young body, sucking on her tits while two fingers disappeared in her pussy.

I tried to gather my dazed senses, and looked at Emma and Katie who were standing by the dining table, watching the sexy show. Emma met my gaze, and she took Katie's hand and walked toward me. They sat down on the futon, Emma close to me and Katie down near the end. I gave Emma a soft, sensual kiss, and she immediately responded with heavy breathing and a barely perceptible hand on my sticky, half-soft cock. Her big sister was writhing on the floor with Lacy's head between her legs, and she moaned when my mouth went to one of her lovely, firm tits.

As I worked on her small, tender nipples and massaged the surface of her soft pussy, her moaning reached a fever pitch. I could see Katie out of the corner of my eye quietly move closer to us until she was right up against the side of Emma. Without stopping my assault on Emma's tits I slid my hand onto Katie's belly, and then slowly up onto her own lovely tits. I could feel her heart beating through her chest.

"Have you ever touched a girl Emma?" I asked quietly as I nibbled on her nipple.

"No," she said. Her blue eyes were dark and she was breathing heavy.

I took Emma's small hand and placed it on Katie's chest. Katie moaned and her breathing shortened. We massaged her small, warm tits, our two hands moving as one, and then I slid Emma's hand down Katie's heaving belly onto her downy soft pussy hair. Our ten fingers intertwined and slowly explored as Katie's legs opened.

"Kiss her Emma," I whispered.

Emma leaned over and kissed her, and I could feel Emma's fingers sliding into Katie's pussy. She moaned deeply into Emma's mouth. I left Emma's hand to explore on its own, and slid my body off the futon.

Becka was still on her back, greatly enjoying Lacy's pussy licking.

"Have you ever tasted a girl Becka?" I asked. She shook her head no. "Lie down Lacy," I said. She laid on her back, and I couldn't resist taking her soft tits into my hands and mouth. "Your tits are so beautiful. Come here Becka, turn around. Like this..." I said as I positioned her over Lacy. "Sixty-nine, my favorite position."

Lacy dug in to Becka's wide open ass, and I got her a pillow for her head. Becka explored slowly, kissing her friends thighs and softly licking a wet pussy for the first time. After a minute or two she was digging in and Lacy was loving it.

I made a quick trip to the bedroom for a pack of condoms, and when I came out it was a beautiful scene — two pairs of beautiful young girls, exploring and moaning. I tossed the condoms on the futon and squatted between Katie's legs, massaging her thighs as Emma fingered her pussy.

"You're such a beautiful woman Katie," I said. "Is it OK if I kiss you down there?" I gestured towards her pussy, and she nodded between moans.

I kissed from her knees all the way up both inner thighs, teasing her mercilessly. Finally I reached my target, and Emma withdrew her fingers. I licked up the length of her wet pussy and her legs spread wide.

"Fuck!" she said, and her body shivered. I started slow but quickly worked up to my best tongue work. Her moans turned to screams and she came hard and uncontrollably, scaring herself a little I think.

"That's one of the most beautiful orgasms I've ever seen Katie," I said, smiling at her from between her legs.

"Oh my God!" she said breathlessly with a growing smile. She looked like she had just learned a wonderful secret.

I looked at Emma and she nodded and spread her legs, her hand gently rubbing her pussy. I shifted over to her and repeated my performance almost exactly, the only real difference being the taste of their sweet young pussies. Emma didn't cum as easily — perhaps the expectation overwhelmed her senses a bit — but when she did it was another beautiful sight. Her legs rose up off the floor and squeezed my head tight as her body convulsed for a very long time. Sweet Katie even took Emma's tit in her mouth during her orgasm, which surprised Emma.

Maybe it was hearing her sister cum that triggered it — Becka came hard on Lacy's mouth seconds later, screaming out and grinding hard on Lacy's face.

Lacy looked up at me, her face glistening with pussy juice. "Fuck me Steve," she said quietly.

Becka got up and hobbled to the futon, sitting exhausted next to her sister and hugging her. She reached across Emma and held Katie's hand. I slipped on a condom and picked Lacy up off her back and positioned her on all-fours in front of me. I licked her ass and slid my cock a few inches into her tight, wet pussy.

"Oh God!" she said as her friends huddled close on the futon watching us. The temperature in the room seemed to go up as they all knew things were escalating.

"Oh it's fuckin' big!" Lacy said as I thrust in halfway. A few more thrusts and I was balls deep. "Holy shit!" she yelled. "I fuckin' love it!"

She fucked back into me with youthful abandon, screaming freely and often.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" she yelled. Her arms gave out and she whimpered as her body convulsed, her head down on the rug with her arms out to her sides like a rag doll. I let her hips go when she was done, and she rolled onto her side in the fetal position, still whimpering. "Fuck!" she said quietly.

I was still on my knees with a hard cock. Becka slipped off the futon and positioned herself on all-fours in front of me, just as Lacy had. I kissed her ass and pussy, and she squealed when my tongue found her asshole. She looked back at me with big eyes. I slipped into her pussy a few inches and her eyes closed. The corners of her mouth curled up seductively, and I pushed in and started a slow fuck, working in an inch at a time. Her big eyes opened and her smiling mouth opened.

"Oh yeah, fuck me Steve!" she said as our bodies became one. Our rhythms matched so perfectly, and her sensuality was so overwhelming, I felt like I was with the most naturally sexual young woman I had ever come across. Then I remembered the insanely great blow-job she had given me and I almost lost it.

It was all I could do to focus on making her cum, but focus I did, and she came like the beautiful creature she was, with a whimpering laugh, like she was having the best time ever. It was perfect.

"God Becka, you are somethin' else," I said as I tumbled into her arms, both of us giggling.

Emma walked over to us and I rolled onto my back, beckoning her down onto my still hard cock. She stepped over me and slowly squatted. The condom was well lubricated with pussy juice so I was able to work my way in, but holy cow was she tight. Her sister sat up and encouraged her when she thought I wouldn't fit. She hugged Emma, and even fondled her tits which Emma liked. It took her mind off my big cock and helped her relax, and she slid most of the way down.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 26



"Fuck!" Emma said quietly.

"Nice huh?" her sister said. "Your gonna be spoiled now. Little Tyler's not gonna cut it." They both laughed.

"You got a boyfriend Emma?" I asked.

"Sorta," she said.

"Do you fuck him?"

"A few times," she said breathlessly.

"How did you do it? Like this?" I said, sliding my full length up into her.

"No..." she panted, "he was... on top..."

"Next time you're with him push him down and do him like this. He'll love it," I moaned. "Want me to show you how to blow his mind?" She nodded yes. "Here, put your knees on the floor. Now I'm just gonna lie still, and you fuck me with your hips." I guided her hips up and down with my hands. "Hold the rest of your body still, and sorta detach your hips and pivot them up and down. Yeah, that's it baby. Holy fuck! You're a natural." She giggled through her panting breaths.

"FUCK!" she yelled at the top of her lungs as she got the movement going. Her hips were a blur of youthful energy and we were both quickly reaching the boiling point. We both bubbled over together and Emma shrieked as her white hot pussy convulsed. I let out a caveman yell and pumped up into her, hoping the condom was holding together.

Her sweaty young body melted on top of me, and she laid there breathing heavy as my cock shrunk inside her. "So now you guys know why it was loud here Memorial Day," I said, and they giggled. "Be honest — did you want to come over and join us that night?" 

"Yes," they both said, "but then mom showed up."

"Maybe the three of you can come to the next party," I said. "That'd be pretty wild, right?"

They looked astonished at the thought, and didn't say anything.

I looked up at sweet Katie, sitting on the futon alone. "Katie you're not ready are you sweetheart," I said with a warm smile. She shook her head a little. "That's cool. You'll know when it's right."

"You don't want your first time to be with all of us watching you," Becka said as she stood and sat next to Katie and embraced her. "I wouldn't want that either. Maybe you can come back and have Steve all to yourself."

"Any time Katie. You know where to find me," I said. She smiled and looked excited at the thought.

We sat and talked and all walked around naked for an hour or so, the girls feeling very sure of themselves. Even Katie was very relaxed and happy.

"I guess we should go," Becka said after a while. "I'm working at the coffee shop early tomorrow."

"OK. I'm really glad to finally get to know you two," I said to Becka and Emma as they all put on their clothes. "And you two, I'm really glad you came," I said with a wink to Katie and Lacy. They both giggled at my pun.

"I'm glad we 'came' too," Lacy said, and they laughed.

"Are you gonna tell our mom about this?" Emma said, not looking at all worried.

"She already knows," I said. They looked surprised. "Like I said, you've got the coolest mother in the world. The only downside is, now that she thinks of you as adults you need to act like adults. But that's cool, you guys'll have no problem with that." They both gave me a kiss with an unspoken 'thank you for believing in me' look in their eyes.

"We probably shouldn't make too much of a habit of this, but you all know where to find me," I said as they left.

"Mi casa su casa?" Katie said as she was about to walk out into the black night.

"That's right," I said with a smile. I hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Any time sweetheart."

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Half an hour later there was a knock at the door. I switched on the outside lights and saw an older Toyota Yaris in the driveway. I opened the door and it was Katie, looking shy.

"Is it OK?" she said quietly.

"It's better than OK." I said, and I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

She walked in and immediately started stripping.

"You're not wasting any time," I said with a smile.

"Just getting 'natural'. I never realized how much I love being naked," she said as she dropped her shorts and stepped out of them.

"It suits you," I said, admiring her petite form. Her nipples were rock hard, accentuating the jiggly handfuls on her chest.

"Is anyone gonna miss you at home?" I asked.

"No, I'm on my own tonight," she said with a little grin.

"We've got all night? Oh Katie, you just made my day," I said, and I embraced my little naked visitor.

I turned down the lights, took her hand and led her to my bedroom, and we made sweet, sweet love all night long. She wanted me to teach her "everything," and I did my best, but we both agreed she would need to come back for many more lessons. She left at dawn, reluctant to put on any clothes. "Wouldn't it feel sexy to drive home naked?" she said with the cutest little smile. I convinced her it probably wasn't a good idea.

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I slept 'till noon and was getting ready to go out on a job when Lee walked out of the woods. She had her scrubs on and was about to head out for a long evening shift at the hospital.

"There's my favorite sex maniac," she said when she saw me eating lunch on the porch. "You had quite a night last night."

"I did," I said. "How do you feel about it today?"

"It's weird, I'll tell ya, but good," she said. "Ally was right — it's like suddenly my girls and I are all adults, and can talk freely. It was scary thinking about it last night at work, but after spending the morning with the girls it feels right. They're kinda awesome, aren't they?" Her eyes were misting up with pride.

"They are," I said. "And like I told them last night, you're the coolest mom in the world."

"So I guess Lacy taught them some new things. She's always been the wild one. Her mother is too, you'd probably like her," she said with a wink. "It seems my daughters are suddenly more experienced with women than I am. Maybe you can help me with that sometime? Invite Chrissy and Ally over again?"

"Absolutely, that'd be fun," I said. "Or maybe Penny and Mary, they're the experts."

"Penny and Mary?" she said. "Jesus, how many women do you have?"

"They're all just good friends," I said. "Penny and Mary were here Memorial Day. Penny was here on the porch and Mary was out in the gazebo."

"Oh shit, they really are experts. I've never seen women enjoy sex more than those two. They were inspirational," she laughed, and we watched a big barge pass by on the canal.

"You know, it's really quiet around here at night, you really should close your bedroom window once in a while. Did Katie make it out of here walking upright this morning?" she asked with a sly grin.

"Oh no!" I said. "You guys could hear?" 

"Yeah," she said. "The girls were really happy for her. They told me all about it."

"Did they know she was coming back here?" I asked.

"No, she surprised them," she said. "Well, I gotta run. I don't know if you've got anything left in the tank, but I'll be home around ten. I'll be tired, but a nice slow fuck sounds delicious right about now."

"I'll have a glass of wine poured and ready for you," I said.

She kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the woods.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 27



"Hi, I'm Lacy's mother Denise. Lacy tells me I need to have you come over here. I trust her judgment, so... so I guess your some kinda handyman or somethin'? Call me..."

That was the first voice-mail I got from Denise. This was right after it:

"Hi, me again. Sorry...did some shots with my friends, I'm a little scattered. So Lace tells me your hot. Call me..."

And this was right after that one:

"Boy, this isn't goin' well (laughter). 555-2173. There, we got that outa the way. I don't know what she wants me to do with you, but we'll figure somethin' out (laughter). You're a handyman right? OK..."

I laughed as I listened to them, and I called her back and made an appointment for the following afternoon. They lived in one of the few old trailer parks left in town, a fairly nice one north of the city, only ten minutes or so from the river.

I grilled a steak and had a nice quiet dinner on the porch, and saved the leftovers for Lee in case she was hungry. She walked over in the dark after her hospital shift, using a flashlight to navigate her way through the woodlot between us. It was a little after ten. She looked wiped out after a crazy day in the E.R., and was delighted to have a plate of food and a glass of wine placed in front of her.

"So I got some voice-mails today that are pretty funny," I said. I played them for her and we both laughed.

"Oh my God, that's too funny! You know, she's a really sweet person, but definitely wild. She's a bartender somewhere. Maybe you've seen her around, she's pretty hot. I met her at work. I already knew Lacy — she and Becka have been friends forever — and then a few years ago Denise came into the E.R. all bruised and with a broken arm from her boyfriend. She likes bad boys and bikers. You're not her type, you're way too nice," Lee laughed.

"Should be interesting — sounds like she doesn't even have a job for me," I said.

"Sad to say, but Lacy probably just wants her to hook up with a nice guy for a change," Lee said.

"Maybe," I said. "So how was it today."

"It was ugly," she said. "I don't even wanna talk about it. I think I'm starting to burn out. It happens a lot with E.R. staff. The only thing that got me through was thinking about that slow fuck you promised me." She gave me a tired wink.

"Boy, you look beat," I said. "Do the girls know you're here? If you fall asleep I don't want them to worry about you."

"Yeah, they know. They're jealous I think," she said with a little smile.

"Wow, that's kinda weird, isn't it?" I said.

"Sure is," she said. "It's good though. I haven't had much time to spend with them yet, but I loved the dynamic between us this morning when they were telling me everything about last night. It's the most open, real conversation I've ever had with them. It was really wonderful. I had tears in my eyes a few times just because of how wonderful it was to have them opening up to me."

"Nice. They're sweet girls, with a sweet mom," I said. "You've never told me about their dad, what's up with him?"

"He moved back to Sweden," she said with a disgusted look on her face. "He came over here to college, we fell in love, married, kids. Fifteen years later he gets homesick and has to move back. I wasn't about to uproot the kids at that point, or myself. We'd grown apart anyway, so..."

"That explains all the blonde hair and blue eyes," I said.

"Yeah, they get it from both sides," she said. "I'm mostly Dutch."

"So, what do you say I rock you to sleep on my big fat cock," I said.

"Oh my God, that sounds like heaven. You should re-name this place Camp Heaven."

"Taken already," I said. "My friend Penny — she was the one on the porch Memorial Day — she's got a sweet little place way out in the woods near Long Lake. She named it Camp Heaven last summer."

"After a wild orgy I'm guessing. I guess all my wishing for a better sex life these past few years has paid off — looks like I fell in with the right crowd," she said with a tired smile.

"It's only been about a year since I fell into it all too," I said as I stood and reached out my hand. "Come on sweetie, one slow fuck, comin' up."

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I parked my truck in front of trailer number 17 the next afternoon. It was pretty rough looking, but clean. The entire front yard was cement. Parked on it was a tired looking old Toyota pickup truck and a customized, well-used and dirty Harley Davidson Sportster, parked under a small, badly constructed plywood roof. There was a faded plastic palm tree next to the front steps. I knocked at the door and Denise answered.

"Holy shit!" we both said almost simultaneously. She was one of the bartenders at my favorite blues club, and she recognized me immediately. We call her Dennie at the bar, and I should have put two and two together when Lee described her.

"So you're the Steve my Lacy's got the hots for. I get it now," she said with a smile. "How the hell are ya? Haven't seen ya at the bar much lately."

"I'm doin' good," I said. "I'm busy with this new business, and a whole bunch of new friends, so I haven't been gettin' out to the clubs as much lately."

"Too busy screwin' twenty-year-olds," she said, and she squeezed my ass as she ushered me inside.

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about that," I said. "I didn't pursue her, she was with my neighbor's girls and, well, one thing led to another."

"Wow! You nailed the girls next door too, huh?" she laughed. "Tammy and I always thought you were hot, but I had no idea you were such a mover." Tammy's another bartender at the club. I was getting a little uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going, so I changed the subject.

"So what kind of jobs can I do for you," I asked, looking around. The place was pretty nice inside.

"I can think of a few," she said, running her eyes over me and laughing, "but they're probably not on your list of services — or are they?" She looked up at me seductively.

"If you don't mind me making a suggestion, the first thing should be fixing your front steps. They're kinda dangerous," I said.

"Well that's not nearly as much fun as what I was thinking, but yeah, let's do that," she said. "You know bartenders though, we're broke mosta the time. Can you give me an estimate first?"

I gave her a super cheap price and got started. It was just pressure treated two-by-fours and plywood, and I ended up building a whole new unit back at my house and trucking it over. Unlike the old one, I made it look nice, with lattice and stain and a sturdy railing, and it ended up costing me more in materials than what I was charging her. I didn't mind too much, because I liked Dennie and Lacy, but I tried not to make a habit of such things.

"Holy shit, that's unbelievable!" Dennie said when I showed up with it on a trailer behind my truck a couple days later.

"Do me a favor and don't tell your neighbors what I charged you for this," I said, "or I'll go broke in a hurry."

"I won't tell, as long as you won't tell how Lace and I are gonna reward you for this," she said with a seductive smile. Lacy hadn't been there the other day — she was at the local Community College taking a class, but this day she was there, and she emerged through the front door behind her mother with the same exact seductive smile. It was uncanny, and my cock sprang to life.

"Hi Steve," she said.

"Hi Lacy, how ya doin'," I said. "No classes today?" She shook her head slowly and never lost her seductive gaze.

"I talked to Katie last night. That was so nice, what you did for her," she said.

"You're full of surprises Steve," Denise said, shaking her head and smiling. "You're such a mid-mannered gentleman at the bar — I never woulda guessed."

The two of them standing there casting their seductive spells on me was almost too much to take.

"OK then... I uh... I better see if I can get this into place," I stammered out like an inexperienced teenager. "Can you move your truck out of the way for me?"

Denise, wearing skin tight faded jeans like she always does, slid her thin body behind the wheel of her truck with the grace of a dancer. She always moves that way behind the bar as well, which is why she mesmerizes all her male customers. Well, that and the fact that she never wears a bra. Bartenders with big tits use cleavage to fill the tip jar. Denise, with her perfect but very small tits, uses nipples. They're always very noticeable through her small, tight t-shirts. She started the engine with a loud, rusty-muffler roar, and backed the little truck out of the way.

The three of us pulled the old steps out of the way, and I backed my trailer into place and rolled the new ones off using some short pieces of pipe as rollers. In just a few minutes I had them in place.

"Fuckin' A!" Denise said. "Best steps in the park!"

I broke up the rotten old ones with a sledge hammer and threw the pieces on my truck. A little sweeping and I was done.

"Inside young man, for your reward," Denise said, with that seductive smile again.

"Maybe just a glass of iced tea or something," I said, not wanting to be too presumptuous. Denise broke up laughing.

"No silly! We're gonna fuck your brains out. Ever been with a mother and daughter before?" She could tell by my silence and the look on my face that I had — Ally and Nicki, although never just the three of us alone.

"Holy shit you're a wild man!" she exclaimed. "I'm fuckin' amazed." She shook her head in disbelief. "And here I thought this was gonna be special for ya."

"Oh trust me, this is special," I said. "I've fantasized about you for years. Every guy in the city has I think." Lacy beamed with pride looking at her sexy mom. "And Lacy," I said as I put my arm around her, "she already blew my mind once. Yeah, this is gonna be special all right."

"Well what the fuck are we waitin' for!" Denise said, walking up her new steps into the trailer.

Denise took my hand and led me into her bedroom, and Lacy followed us in. Denise's little t-shirt was off and her jeans were unbuttoned before I even knew what was happening.

"Hey, slow down!" I said. "I've often dreamt of watching you strip. I don't want it to happen too fast."

"Ooo! OK sweetie. Turn on some music Lace," she said. Lacy turned on a little potable CD player on the dresser while Denise put her t-shirt back on. "You know I used to do this for a living — that club on the North side. It was fun, but the owner said my tits were too small."

"He's crazy. You're perfect," I said. "If you ever get a boob job I'll be pissed. And I've heard at least a hundred guys say you've got the best ass in the city. Hey, I know a girl who used to dance at that club a long time ago. She's a hippie girl named Jayne. She told me her stage name was Sugar. You remember her?"

"I don't know honey, I did so much coke back then..." she said. "I'm clean now though. Life is good," she said with a big smile.

Her thin, lithe body started moving to the music and I sat back against the headboard of the bed.

"Come on Lace, show him what you can do," she said, encouraging her daughter to join her dance. I winked at Lacy, and a big smile — a perfect clone of her mothers — grew on her face as she started some sexy moves.

They pivoted around slowly, hips rocking and swaying like belly dancers, and slowly lifted their shirts. At some point in time Lacy had lost her bra, because her tits were bared as she lifted her shirt, just like her mom. Lacy was watching Denise's moves and mimicking her as they continued, running their hands up their bodies to their tits and slowly humping the air. They pivoted around again, swaying to the beat of the music, and presented their asses to me as they slid their pants down, their backs arched to the max. Denise folded herself in half at the waist, looked at me through her legs, and ran her fingers from her asshole down through the folds of her cleanly shaved pussy. She giggled and smiled broadly. She straightened up and put her hands on Lacy's hips. They were both naked now and she pulled Lacy against her and they ground their pelvis's together to the beat.

"I think the room's about to burst into flames," I said, and Lacy giggled.

"Lacy tells me you have a beautiful cock," Denise said, still grinding. "Why don't you show it to us."

I stood up and was naked in about ten seconds, and they danced their way over to me, still grinding their bodies together.

"The girl has good taste, I'll give her that," Denise said as she appraised my naked body and took my hard cock in her hand. "Nice!" she said as she felt its length.

She drooped to her knees and inhaled me. Lacy laid on her side on the bed, her head propped up on one arm. She was watching intently, taking mental notes of her mother's technique. It was definitely technique worth studying — Denise was a blow-job artist. No, more than an artist — a grand master, and I was putty in her hands. It was so exquisite I was hoping it would never end, but unfortunately that's exactly the kind of blow-job that ends rather quickly. An explosion that started in my toes gathered steam and erupted into her mouth, and the way she massaged my balls and groin while it was happening sent me into orbit.

"Jesus Dennie! What the fuck!" I said as I stumbled onto the bed, barely able to make it. "How did you do that?" I said breathlessly with my hand on my crotch, my pelvic muscles still twitching. Denise look at Lacy and winked at her.

It took me a while to recover — I've never been so drained of sexual energy by a blow-job before — but once we all got going it was an amazing session with a sexual artist and her apprentice. We fucked long and hard, and thoroughly wore each other out. Late in the afternoon, when we were all laying on the bed exhausted, Denise said I should probably go.

"My boyfriend usually stops by after work for a quickie," she said nonchalantly.

I had visions of Lee nursing my bruised and broken body in the E.R. and I got dressed quickly.

"Isn't he gonna notice?" I said, gesturing to her obviously well-fucked bright pink pussy.

"He'll get over it when I give him a blow-job," she said. As I remembered the blow-job she had given me, I thought she might just be right. 



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 28



July 4th is the heart of summer in upstate New York. The cynics in the Adirondack North Country will tell you that it is summer—there's July 4th, and there's winter. However you want to think about it, it's a beautiful time of year, and Penny put out feelers to see if the long weekend would be a good time to have a painting party at Camp Heaven. One reason she wanted to do it then was because Johnny was scheduled to play a Friday night gig in the village and he could join us for most of the weekend. I knew Lee had the weekend off, and I was hoping to invite Lindsey and Julia. I contacted the girls and they all wanted to do it. Lee was a little worried about the party that her daughters would probably throw when she was away, but curiosity over the wild times at Camp Heaven won out. Penny called to tell me Ron and Kathy were in, and that Johnny was traveling with another guitar player, and he was coming to. She also said there would be a surprise guest that I would like, but she refused to give me any hints.

The big weekend arrived and we all converged on Camp Heaven Friday around noon. Lee, Lindsey, Julia and I all drove up in Lee's SUV, with me as the chauffeur. Ron had volunteered to get all the paint and supplies, so all we had to bring was ourselves, a couple coolers of food, and some beer and wine. We each had a small overnight bag—it's easy to travel light when you're gonna be naked most of the time. 

We caught up to Ron and Kathy's truck just as they turned onto the six mile dirt road leading to the camp, and Kathy just about fell out of the window waving to us and smiling. She looked like she was well primed and ready for more wild times. We hung back a bit due to the cloud of dust they were kicking up—it had been a warm, dry summer. Penny was at her car getting supplies when we pulled in next to her, and we all hugged and kissed. Lee, Lindsey and Julia were the 'new kids', and they fit right in. Everyone was relaxed and happy on a sunny, blue sky day. 

We made the half-mile hike in to the camp, dropped our things, and went back for the rest of the paint and supplies. As we were closing up the vehicles we heard a roar coming up the dirt road, and pretty soon a motorcycle appeared, kicking up a cloud of dust. It was Denise, dressed in a tight black leather vest with nothing underneath it, skin tight black leather pants, and a small black 'brain bucket' helmet on top of her frizzy bottle blonde hair. A well worn sticker on the front of her helmet read 'FUCK IT.'

"Here's your surprise Steve," Penny said, as Denise rolled to a stop and took off her sunglasses.

"Fuckin' A Penny! You didn't tell me I needed a dirt bike to get here!" Denise said with a big smile.

"Dennie! I didn't know you were coming!" I said as I bent down to give her a hug. "I'm surprised Lacy's not with you."

"She'll be pissed Monday when she finds out where I went," she said as she dismounted the bike with a dancer's grace. "I didn't think she was ready for this shit yet."

"Hi Denise, how are ya," Lee said as she embraced her.

"My guardian angel," Denise said to me over Lee's shoulder. "She saved my life a few years ago, did she tell ya?" 

"She did. I hope you're hangin' out with nicer guys these days," I said. Dennie didn't answer.

"I was at the bar the other day and Dennie told me about hooking up with you," Penny said to me. "I thought it'd be fun to get her up here."

"Damn right!" I said. "Best! Blowjob! Ever!" I said to Ron, and his eyes got big as he looked over the dusty, wild looking biker girl. "Believe me ladies, I love 'em all, I really do, but Dennie just about gave me brain damage. I swear to God I couldn't move for like fifteen minutes," I said, and the girls all laughed.

"You'll teach us, right?" Penny asked Denise.

"I volunteer to be the lesson dummy," Ron said, and we all laughed.

Penny said Johnny and his friend wouldn't be showing up until later, so we shlepped the rest of the supplies up the trail and settled in at the camp with a beer. A little while later we heard a familiar roar coming up the trail, and Denise pulled up next to the camp on her Harley.

"I hate leavin' it all alone down there in the dark," she said.

Ron wanted to get started on the paint work before we got too caught up in sexual escapades, and he played the role of Foreman nicely, getting everybody organized and working. None of us really brought any work clothes, and we didn't want to ruin our regular clothes, so we were stripped down to our undies pretty quickly. All except Denise that is — she wasn't wearing any underwear, so she was the first one naked, much to the pleasure of Ron who was quite taken with her.

"God I love this place," he said quietly to me as we watched her sweet little ass wiggle and her small perky tits jiggle as she scraped loose paint off some window trim.

"Ronnie, you're not gonna get any work done with that thing," Penny said to him, gesturing to his tented boxers. She walked over, slid them down, and gave him the honor of the first orgasm of the weekend, swallowing her afternoon snack with a smile.

"Fuck!" he said as she finished. "I don't know about you," he turned and said to me, "but I've been takin' vitamins and hydratin' for weeks gettin' ready for this, and Kathy's been doin' cardio." Penny and I laughed.

By late afternoon the little camp was all scraped and ready for paint. As they say, many hands make light work, and we all went down to the pond to clean up for the evening.

"Fuckin' A Penny, this place is sweet," Denise said as we walked down. "You come up here a lot?"

"I cum a lot when I'm up here, if that's what you mean," Penny said with a laugh. "It was my dad's place. He used it for hunting mostly. I inherited it a few years ago, but ever since Steve started comin' up here last year it's sorta become party central, right Stevie?"

"Yup, we've had some wild ones," I said as I stripped off my boxers and splashed into the warm water.

"Fuckin' nice cock, isn't it?" I heard Denise say to Penny just before I went under.

I swam slowly to the center of the pond and when I turned to head back to shore I noticed Penny and Denise already in a sixty-nine on a chaise lounge. Penny had confessed to me earlier that she'd always had the hots for Denise at the bar, just like most of the guys in the city.

I hadn't seen much of Julia and Lindsey—they'd been working on the opposite side of the camp—but they appeared to be settling into the surroundings and activities nicely, helping Kathy soap up her big husband Ron, and he was smiling like the king of the world. I swam over to join in and soon the five of us were in a doggy-style fuck session in shallow water. Just as some big orgasms were echoing off the hills Johnny and his friend walked down the trail with big smiles on their faces. Penny jumped up and greeted them.

"Johnny tried to tell me it was gonna be like this, but I didn't believe him," I heard the friend say as a naked Penny hugged him. She gave Johnny a longer embrace and a big kiss. The girls and Ron and I splashed ourselves clean and walked over to greet them.

"Steve!" Johnny said as we shook hands, "I won't hug ya 'cause your naked man, but it's great to see ya! This is my friend Phil."

Phil was smiling and handsome as hell. A Bradley Cooper look-alike with longer hair, maybe twenty-five years old. Johnny's attractiveness to the ladies had been well established on his previous visits. 

Introductions were made all around, and I noticed Lindsey looking shy and hiding her naked body behind Kathy and Julia.

"You know," I said, embracing her from behind, "you look ridiculously hot today, out here in the wild."

"I suddenly feel old and fat," she whispered.

I walked her over a few steps to one of the flat lounges and we sat down.

"You know you're over thinking this, right?" I said quietly to her. "Why would you feel differently here than the other groups we've been with?"

"I don't know," she said quietly. "More new people I guess. I mean look at Kathy and Dennie — those bodies! They look like dancers or something. And those guys!"

"I know Johnny pretty well, and he's gonna eat you up. And Phil looks like somebody you'd like to eat up. Stop thinking so much and roll with it. You're every bit as sexy as anyone else here," I said as I pushed her down and buried my face in her pussy.

"Steve, wait!" she said, obviously uncomfortable in that position, so close to the casually talking group of others. My tongue, however, was already taking control of the situation, and she let out a deep moan.

"yeeeAAAH!" Penny yelled at the top of her lungs when she noticed us. "That's what I'm talkin' about! God that girl's fuckin' hot isn't she? It's like Marilyn Monroe came back to life or some shit."

Lindsey lifted her head and looked at me with surprised eyes when she heard it, and started giggling.

"You believe me now?" I said, and I licked her clit making her shudder and laugh.

"You boys gonna get naked or what?" Penny said to Johnny and Phil, and mere moments later the warm waters of the pond were the center of the sexual universe.

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"You seem to be fitting right in to these crazy shenanigans," I said to Lee as we were settling in around the evening campfire with a plate of food.

"You know, I'm surprising myself, but it just feels so right . . . sitting here naked, being free with my sex . . . I wish I had known about this kinda thing when I was twenty," she said, suddenly realizing that what Ally had told her about involving her daughter Nicki was probably true. "Holy shit," she said, deep in thought about her daughters.

Johnny and Phil had a gig in the nearby village at eight o'clock, so after we feasted around the campfire we all got dressed and ready for a night on the town. We all piled into the bigger vehicles and hit the little town like a whirlwind, laughing and ready to see our friend Johnny perform for the first time.

I had a funny feeling I should check my messages while I was in town and had a strong cell signal. There was a voice-mail from Barb asking me to call her right away. She didn't sound good. I walked to a little park across from the bar and called her.

"Steve, Connie passed away this morning," she said.

"Oh no . . ." I said, completely deflated and shocked. "What happened Barb?"

"She was with me. We were sitting on my back patio having coffee and laughing, and she just collapsed. They're pretty sure it was a stroke—she had had a couple of small ones previously. Did she ever mention that?"

"No , she never did. Oh, Barb . . . I'm heartbroken. Connie was . . ." my voice left me, and I wiped away a few tears. "Damn it Barb."

"I know honey. I can't believe it either. I'm sorry to ruin your weekend, but I knew you'd want to know," she said.

"I'm coming home. Will you still be awake around midnight? Can I come over?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll be waiting. I can use one of your big hugs right about now," she said.

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Connie's memorial service was a warm and loving event, packed to standing-room only with friends, loved ones and admirers. She was a big patron of the arts all around the area, and very well known in those circles. There was wonderful music and lots of stories told about sweet Connie, and we all felt uplifted when it was over.

I was astonished when I learned just how wealthy Connie was. She never talked much about money or business, but it turned out she had sold her husbands business after he passed away, and it made her one of the wealthiest people in the area. In her will she left massive endowment funds to both the universities she and her husband went to, twenty million to the children's hospital, ten million to the symphony orchestra, and the list went on and on. Her sister and her late husband's brother got millions, her nieces and nephews each got specifically designed million dollar trust funds, and her close friends all received monetary gifts. I was one of those friends.

In her lawyers office, on a beautiful sunny day I'll never forget, I was gifted a million dollars. A million dollars! There was a handwritten letter from Connie.

My dear wonderful Steve, My husband John, and Steve Mills. It's as simple as that. The two men in my life that had the most profound impact are you and John. Your thoughtful, loving companionship has meant the world to me, and I can never, ever thank you enough. I hope this gift will make your life even more special than it already is. Of course it's yours to use freely, however you wish, but I'd love it if you use at least some of it to do something exciting and wonderful. I'm not a religious person, but I like to believe in heaven. If it's real and I do end up there, I'll be looking in on you now and then, envying the woman you are with. You are a wonderful, wonderful man Steven Mills. Thank you. With much love, Connie

To say I was in shock would be an understatement. I sat in the chair in the lawyers office and wept as I heard Connie's voice read the letter I was holding, and the full weight of losing her finally hit me. The lawyer's secretary brought me some tissues and a glass of water, and I slowly pulled myself together.

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Connie's death changed me. I'm not really sure how or why—I guess maybe it was as simple as being depressed. I had gotten closer to her than any of the other girls, spending almost an entire winter together working on her big house and making love countless times. Her gift of Camp Silver Beaver to me had cemented the specialness of our relationship. I can honestly say if there wasn't thirty-five years of age difference between us I would have happily settled down with her. We loved each other and loosing her was a big blow.

The rest of the summer I cut way back on the wild times. I turned down Penny's invitation to a late summer party at Camp Heaven, and I didn't even go to Lindsey's next bash in her playroom. Lindsey was crushed, and I felt bad, but it just didn't feel right so I went out to see a band that night. Some of the girls even staged an intervention, showing up at my camp one evening to try and help me talk through my depression. It was sweet of them, but I just felt like I needed a change in my life.

Having a camp on the state's canal system was fascinating—boats from all over the world passed by my back door in the summertime, flying their countries flags. I bought a small Boston Whaler that I kept on a hoist at my dock, and I got in the habit of running over to the public dock at the nearby village in the evenings and chatting with the long-distance cruisers who were tied up there for the night. It was a captivating lifestyle, and I started reading magazines and books on the subject. The more I learned the more the idea overtook me, and by early autumn I was looking for a live-aboard boat. Being a woodworker and a craftsman, WoodenBoat magazine had become my bible. I bought every back issue and read it voraciously. I found a listing in the classified section that led me to a web site, and I fell in love. It was a forty-foot power boat—built as a fishing trawler in the Northwest in 1940, and converted ten years ago into a live-aboard pleasure cruiser. Heavy wood construction, completely rebuilt by one of the best yards in the country, with a slow-turning, fuel efficient diesel engine and looks that would melt any boat lovers heart. I drove down to Virginia to see it, confirmed the love I had already felt, had it looked over by the best people in the business, and bought it. My heart soared when I drove down a week later and saw the name CONNIE freshly painted on the transom. I lived aboard for the next two weeks, getting used to things and learning the systems. The owner of the small boatyard quickly became a friend, and he and I took the boat out in the evenings so I could get used to handling it with his expert guidance. Being aboard Connie was pure joy, and I knew I had found my home.

New York's canal system closes for the winter on the first of November, so I reluctantly left Connie in Virginia and went home to sort things out. I met Ron and Kathy for dinner and offered Ron my business. He eagerly accepted, with Kathy's blessing. Even if he didn't treat the business like I did—having sex with some of the customers—Kathy knew there would be temptations, but she was cool with it. Their marriage had become quite 'open' over the course of the last year, and she figured if he was having outside sex she would too. Who knows how that would work out, but Ron was a stand-up guy and a skilled craftsman, and I knew he would take good care of my customers.

I invested Connie's money conservatively, and it gave me more than enough income to keep my camp as a 'home base' and cruise on the boat indefinitely. I planned on being home at least a month or two each summer. Lee said she would keep an eye on the place when I wasn't there, Ron would take care of any problems, and I hired a landscape guy to cut the grass and plow the snow. I put my small house in the city on the market and it sold quickly.

There was more than one party thrown in my honor before I left for the winter. We had some great times, and my new happiness had me back in the sack with everyone and loving it. There was sadness amongst the girls that things were going to change, but they were all happy for me, with two exceptions. Lindsey was devastated. She had managed to climb out of the depression she was in after her divorce, but me leaving seemed to have her perilously close to falling back in. The girls rallied round her and pulled her into the light again, and by the time I left she seemed okay with it, and even had a date which was a positive sign. She was going to be my first guest on the boat in three weeks time, and that cheered her up too.

The other girl that took the news of my leaving very hard was Becka. She and I had become very close after Connie died. It wouldn't be a stretch to say we had fallen in love with each other, although due to circumstances and age differences neither one of us had admitted it. She was, and is, the most sensual woman I've ever come across, and as sweet as sweet can be. If she wasn't half-way into her college career I probably would have stolen away with her, but I wanted her to get her degree and have some direction in life before she chose to spend her life with a 'boat bum.'

I packed up what I thought I needed, closed up the camp, and my buddy Mark drove me down to Virginia. After a few days on board with him, and a nice little party thrown by my boatyard friends, I slipped Connie's lines and quietly motored out of the harbor into my new life.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 29



A private cove in the Florida Keys in early winter, aboard a beautiful wooden boat with all the comforts of home. What could be better? Waking Lindsey on a perfect morning by sliding my hard cock between her lovely ass cheeks into her velvety pussy, that's what. A slow spoon fuck with a voluptuous blonde may be the best way ever invented to start one's day.

"Paradise," Lindsey said in a groggy but sexy voice. "I may never go home."

Sunlight streamed in through the round port lights illuminating the forward cabin, and a warm breeze blew in through an open hatch above our heads. The drone of a big power boat was slowly drowned out by our rising chorus of moans, until orgasms swept through us both and we could hear it again, getting quieter as it moved away.

Lindsey had joined me in Florida three weeks after the final party with my friends when I had closed up the camp for the winter. It was so wonderful to see her smiling face as she walked hurriedly down the dock to meet me. She had been very depressed when she found out I was leaving home to live on the boat, and even though she seemed better right before I left, I had been worried about her. E-mails and phone calls did little to ease my mind, so seeing her with a glowing smile in person was wonderful. She had been dating a little, with the encouragement of the other girls, and life seemed to be turning around for her.

"Dating is so strange," she had told me that first night on the boat in St. Augustine. "I feel like such a slut when it comes time to get physical."

"Lindsey, you've got an orgy room in your basement that cost as much as some people's houses," I laughed.

"I know," she said, "but it's different one-on-one, when you've got 'possible relationship' in the back of your mind. It's going OK though. I'm getting used to it."

After a night in St. Augustine, we spent a wonderful week working our way down the Florida coast to the Keys, and now we were heading west, island hopping our way to Key West.

The droning of the big power boat faded to silence, and Lindsey and I nearly fell asleep again in the peaceful cabin, still spooning with my softened cock inside her, the sound of tiny rippling waves on the sides of the hull lulling us back towards slumber.

"I had Ron at the house last week, fixing that rose trellis on the side of the garage," she said quietly.

"Wow, Really?" I said. "How'd you like him?" Ron had taken over my handyman business, and I was hoping all my old customers would be comfortable with him.

She sheepishly said, "He's not as big as you, but I like him just fine."

I rolled her on her back and she giggled. "You fucked him?" I said with a big smile.

"I think technically he fucked me," she laughed.

"Holy shit, he jumped in with both feet, huh?" I said, shaking my head.

"He sure did," she said with a smile. "The other girls are all quite happy too. I wasn't sure how to tell you. I thought you might think we'd all abandoned you or something."

"No, no. I expected it, at least to some extent," I said. "Ron's a great guy isn't he?"

"Yup," she said. "I'd rather have you back though."

"I'm planning on spending the summer up there," I said. "I talked to Ron a couple weeks ago and he said he'd like to have me as a partner for the summer if I want. I think I'll do it, at least part time."

"Oh goodie, a handsome double-team," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I'll have to make sure lots of things need fixing."

"Oh we'll fix you up good," I said, and I straddled her upper body and slid my cock into her laughing mouth.

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We glided into Key West on glassy calm seas on a Friday afternoon. I had reserved a slip at a marina not far from Duval Street, so we'd have an easy walk home after partying at all the nightlife establishments.

And party we did. After a week and a half of anchoring in quiet coves we took full advantage of staying right in the heart of one of the great party towns. We tore up Duval Street the first night, dancing in all the clubs, making new friends, and having a blast. Lindsey dirty danced with lots of appreciative guys, and she drank so much I had to hold her upright on the walk back to the boat. The next morning she was a hurtin' unit.

"What the fuck did I do to myself," she moaned, flat on her stomach on the bed. 

I brought her a cup of coffee and patted her beautiful naked behind. She revived enough to sit out on the back deck in the shade of a canvas canopy, and the sweet sea air replaced the stale barroom air deep in her lungs and she felt a little better.

"I think I told someone about the playroom," she said, her brain trying to put together the pieces of last night. "Yeah, I did. He said it'd be worth the 1500 mile drive to experience it," she laughed and winced. "Oh fuck, don't let me laugh again," and she held her head in her hand.

A little later, after a plate of scrambled eggs and fruit, she fumbled in her purse for lipstick and pulled out a piece of paper. "This is the guy!" she said with a surprised smile. "I remember now. He was with that cute red-head you were all over."

"You got her number?" I said excitedly. She was probably the sexiest woman I've ever danced with.

"Whoa, she really got you going, didn't she?" Lindsey laughed. "I'm pretty sure they're married. He wanted us to get together. I think he said they rented a house somewhere nearby . . . but that coulda been another guy."

"You definitely had the interest of quite a few last night. The wild woman of Duval Street," I laughed. "I'm surprised you didn't strip your clothes off. I've heard they don't mind that kinda thing down here."

"Was I that bad?" Lindsey asked, looking a little embarrassed.

"Bad is good sweetie. Bad is good."

We walked to a nearby restaurant for a late lunch and had Cuban sandwiches and thick Cuban coffee, and Lindsey was almost back to her normal self. The cute little Latino waitress earned an extra big tip for being sexy and adorable, and I made a mental note to come back and chat her up some more. You never know.

"So are we calling that couple?" Lindsey asked as we walked down a shady residential street past some of the nicest little houses we'd ever seen.

"That's up to you sweetie," I said.

"Well you know the answer then. That guy was gorgeous," she smiled. She took her cell phone and the piece of paper out of her purse and dialed as we were walking.

"Hi . . . sorry, I don't even know your name but . . . yes, that's me," Lindsey giggled into the phone. "We'd love to . . . yes, OK . . . you know, I'm never gonna remember that, my mind's a little fuzzy today . . . yeah," she giggled. "Why don't you come down to the marina for a drink later. Is four o'clock too early? . . . It's an old wooden power cruiser, dark green with varnished wood on top. The boat's name is Connie . . . yes . . . Oh, Lindsey and Steve," she giggled. "See you then. Bye."

"Did you get their names?" I asked.

"Chip and Lisa," Lindsey said.

"Lisa..." I said dreamily, and Lindsey laughed.

"Boy, you really got it for her don't ya," she said.

"You know me and red-heads," I said.

"I don't think I ever put two and two together before," she said. "You mean all I gotta do is buy a box of hair dye and I'm yours forever?"

"You're already mine forever," I said, "but while you're at the store pick up some freckle makeup and some green contact lenses."

"Oh wow! She pushes ALL your buttons, doesn't she," Lindsey laughed. "I suppose those incredible long legs don't hurt either."

"Leg? What legs? Did she have legs?" I said, smiling.

"I'm yours forever, he says," Lindsey said, shaking her head. "Until a real red-head walks by," she laughed.

"Or that waitress from lunch," I said, squeezing her ass.

"Jesus," she said, shaking her head and smiling with twinkling eyes. "I guess we love you because you're incorrigible, so I can't really complain about it."

"You won't be complaining when Chip fucks you silly," I said.

"No," she said with a sudden faraway look in her eyes. "No I won't."

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"This is sweet!" Chip said as he and Lisa got a good look at the boat. They walked down the dock promptly at four o'clock, Chip in shorts, sandals, and a plain black t-shirt, and Lisa in a bikini top and a little lace skirt. Her bright carrot-colored hair glowed like neon in the afternoon sun, and her light green eyes and full-body freckles made me weak in the knees.

They came aboard and we gave them the tour, and they were clearly envious of my new cruising lifestyle.

"The coolest boat I've ever seen in my life," Chip said. "You're a lucky guy Steve. And to have this beautiful girl by your side..."

"I'm only here for a few more days unfortunately," Lindsey said. "Although I'm thinking another week or two wouldn't hurt."

"Excellent!" I said. "We should celebrate. What do you guys think about getting some take-out at the Cuban place and heading out for a little cruise?"

"Sounds great!" Lisa said.

"A little cruise huh? Well, she's obviously Ginger, so I guess I'm Mary Ann?" Lindsey said, and we all laughed.

"You've got Ginger's body though," Lisa said. "What I wouldn't give for your tits."

"She'll give 'em to you Lisa. Chip and I'll watch," I said with a wink, and Lisa blushed a little.

After a quick trip to the restaurant for take-out we fired up Connie's big diesel and headed out onto the calm sea, singing the theme to Gilligan's Island and laughing hysterically. The weather forecast was perfect, and after an hour we dropped anchor along a deserted shore. After all the sitting and talking while we were underway, Lindsey was eager to get the party started, and she emerged up the steps of the forward cabin companionway stark naked, looking like a blonde Goddess of love.

"You guys feel like a swim?" she asked casually, and she dove in to the crystal clear water.

I was a bit surprised because I still wasn't quite sure if Chip and Lisa were with us for a friendly boat ride, or something more. Chip answered my question.

"Mind if I join her?" he asked.

"She'd kill me if I said no," I said with a big smile.

It took him ten seconds to strip, and he dove in next to Lindsey, embraced her as best he could while treading water, and kissed her passionately.

"I'm not much of a swimmer," Lisa said, and she took my hand and led me along the side deck to the forward companionway, and down the steep steps into the warm cabin with it's soft double bed.

"It's kinda warm down here," I said.

"That's all right," she said. "I like my men sweaty."

We both quickly stripped, and she flopped down on the bed, her long red hair spreading out all around her head. Her skin was deeply freckled from the Florida sun, with perfect bikini tan lines. Light pink nipples hardened before my eyes on top of firm, handful sized orbs of milky white flesh that oozed slightly off the sides of her. But it was those legs — long, slender and fully freckled — that beckoned me. They seemed to go on forever — long enough to wrap around me fully and never let me go. Long enough to kick the stars out of the sky when an orgasm made them flail. Long enough to drive me wild.

I lifted them by the ankles and kissed her feet and suckled her toes, running a free hand down the length of them as far as I could reach. She moaned, wanting my reach to go farther, so she bent her knees slowly, drawing me toward her. The more she bent them the more her perfect pussy exposed itself, and the more her light green eyes flickered with fire. With her feminine treasure spread wide open, I was drawn to the glistening wet lips at legs end, and I devoured the pink flesh with my eager mouth, drinking in the salty sweetness of her juices until she could take no more. She wrapped those glorious legs around my head and locked me in as her body bucked, and a groaning growl turned into a singing scream as she came.

A few moments later I was on my back on the soft bed, with Lisa on all fours above my crotch, her head bobbing up and down on my long cock, when I heard Lindsey at the other end of the boat. It was a sound I knew well — a cry of ecstasy unlike any other, a softly feminine wail that gave me goosebumps. 

"Oh baby! I'm . . . I'm . . ." I said quietly, and I flooded Lisa's warm mouth with cum. She moaned as my body writhed and my cock pumped shot after shot up into her. It overwhelmed her mouth and oozed down onto me and she rubbed it into my crotch and up onto my abdominal muscles.

"Oh God!" she moaned as the hot, sticky fluid fell out of her mouth onto her chin and onto me. With one hand she continued rubbing it into me, and with the other she rubbed it into her face and all over her neck, and then massaged it into her breasts. It was like some kind of offering from the Gods, and she was possessed. It was wild.

"Wow!" she said, looking embarrassed when she stopped. "I've never done THAT before! I don't know what came over me. You know, Chip and I don't do this kind of thing much...I'm a little overwhelmed by you."

I gently pulled her down next to me, and held her in the warmth of the softly lit cabin. "I'm the one who's overwhelmed by you," I said quietly. "You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen in my life."

Being a guy who has a 'thing' for red heads, I couldn't help but compare her in my mind to Chloe, my other red haired beauty. Chloe was just Nineteen when I met her — twenty now — and still has her 'baby fat,' ever so slightly smoother and squishier than she'll be when she matures. In ten years she'll be one of the world's great beauties, and any sane man would say she already is. Magazine cover-girl beautiful. Makeup commercial beautiful. Hollywood would love her if they were smart enough to find her.

Lisa, who was breathing heavy in my arms, was pure sexy. Beautiful, yes, but not the kind that would make her a 'cover-girl.' Her sexiness took my breath away when I first saw her, dancing with Chip in front of a rock-and-roll band, long legs clad in tight, faded jeans, tits only half covered by a tight, scoop neck t-shirt. She had taken her shoes off to dance and was barefoot, her silky bright red hair bouncing to the beat. There were only a few people dancing, and it was clear that her pure, unadulterated sexiness was inspiring the guys in the band to dig deeper and send out a groove that would unhinge her. It worked, and I was in the right place at the right time. And if Lindsey's behavior the night before is any guide, Chip's no slouch in the sexy department either. He's tall, dark and handsome, with piercing eyes that seemed to throw Lindsey off balance. As she and I danced neither one of us could keep our eyes of the powerfully sexy Chip and Lisa.

There was too much alcohol involved to remember why or how we switched partners on the dance floor, but the remainder of the night was a blur of sexy, provocative, and at times downright filthy dancing that had some other folks, and even a couple guys in the band, yelling out encouragement. By the end of the night we were all sweaty and exhausted, but nothing more seemed to be in the cards, which explains why I was so thrilled when Lindsey found their phone number in her purse.

Looking at Lisa's naked body pressed against mine on my bed in the early evening light thrilled me. One of her long legs was bent slightly and on top of mine, and her hand was exploring me with a touch as soft as a feather. My cock was coming back to life and her hand was pulled to it like a magnet.

"You're so big," she said in a near whisper as I grew. "I love the way you felt in my mouth. It's never been so full of cock before."

Her head moved from it's restful position on my shoulder and she kissed her way down my body. She kissed the length of my cock, and kissed my balls and all around them. She sucked them into her mouth while she stroked me, reveling in the long length of it. There was pure lust in her breathing, and a quiet fire in her eyes.

"I need to be in you," I said breathlessly. "How do you want me?"

She must have read my mind, because she got on all fours, presenting her incredible ass to me at the top of those long, bent legs, and dropped her upper body down to the bed with an arched back to end all arched backs. Pure, unadulterated sexiness was obviously her forte.

The sight of her sent my brain spinning wildly, and another otherworldly scream of pleasure from Lindsey drifting towards us from the back cabin set the stage for one of the most powerfully visceral fucks in the history of fucking. The sensations were overwhelming and animalistic — beyond human comprehension, and certainly not anything I could put into words. Lisa's scream at the peak trumped Lindsey's, any day of the week. If I believed in a supreme being I would have bowed down in prayer afterword, but instead I silently worshiped the sexual Goddess laying with me as our bodies slowly recovered. After a few quiet minutes we heard footsteps.

"Can Lisa come out and play," Lindsey asked in a little girl voice as she descended the steps to the front cabin holding Chips hand.

"Looks like she's ready to give you those tits you wanted," I said to Lisa.

Lisa looked stunned, like a dear in the headlights.

"Lindsey kind of insisted honey," Chip said to Lisa.

It was then that we learned more about Chip and Lisa's sex life. Married for twelve years, since they were eighteen, they had only 'swung' twice before, both times on vacation, the last time three years ago. Both times they had swapped in separate rooms — they had never watched each other have sex with another person, and Lisa had never touched another woman. They greatly enjoyed their two previous experiences, but were very leery of going farther with things than they had before. When they met us the night before they knew that the time was right for swap number three, and they both agreed it had been perfect, right up until we joined forces in the front cabin.

"We understand," Lindsey said, hugging Lisa. "Chip and I will go up. We were all having such fun, I'd hate to spoil it."

"No," Lisa said cautiously. "Let's . . . see if we can . . . ease into something. I mean it's not like I haven't been turned on by this kind of thing on the internet."

"Really?" Chip said, smiling, but looking very surprised. "What kind of stuff have you been watching?"

Lisa blushed. "Just . . . you know . . . more than one guy. And some bigger . . . groups." She looked very embarrassed by her confession.

"You know, I never experienced anything other that one-on-one with a man until last year," Lindsey said. "Steve introduced me to the pleasures of a group. And I do mean pleasures. It really opened my eyes. Of course, I wasn't married at the time, and I completely understand how that could make things very different for you guys. Sit here with your wife Chip, I'm going to the little girls room."

Chip sat down next to Lisa and Lindsey went up the steep steps in a very sexy way. Her little plan worked. His cock sprang to life as he watched her climb the steep steps, and Lisa noticed it and started gently stroking it. I was lying right up against the other side of her and mine sprang to life too. Her other hand went to me and she was stroking us both, ever so slowly. Her breathing got labored, and her gaze went slowly from one cock to the other, Chip and I both hard as rocks from her gentle touch.

"OK," she said quietly. "This is definitely happening."

Chip smiled, and looked like he was in heaven as Lisa gave him a nice blow-job while she stroked me. She pulled me nearer and started alternating her mouth and her hands on us, taking us both deep in her throat. The animal in her started to emerge, and soon Chip was fucking her from behind while she gave me a ferociously wild blow-job. She came like gangbusters, and just about ripped the cock off my body in her wild frenzy.




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"My goodness!" Lindsey said. She had watched the end of the show sitting on the top step of the companionway.

"Are you gonna join us, or sit there and watch all night," Lisa said, breathless and still with a wild fire in her eyes.

"Oh don't worry, I'll join you," Lindsey said. "But for now, it looks like your men are still hard. Why don't you take them again."

"Lisa pushed me down on my back and mounted me cowgirl style. Chip, still standing next to the bed, slipped his cock into her mouth, and she rode me hard. It was a long, sweaty, satisfying ride, and partway into it Lindsey embraced Lisa from behind, kissing her neck and caressing her tits. The sensation launched her into another frenzy, and she came hard again. This time it overwhelmed her and she could barely hold herself upright when the orgasm passed. She looked like she had been drugged, and Lindsey gently lowered her body to the bed.

"Oh sweetheart, I know what that feels like," Lindsey said, and she kissed her tenderly but passionately on the lips. 

Lisa was flat on her back, with her limp arms above her head and her legs spread partway open. Lindsey's kiss moved to Lisa's neck, and slowly onto her milky white tits. Lisa's eyes were closed and she moaned deeply as Lindsey worked her magic. Her hand slid slowly up Lisa's long leg and soon she had two fingers inside Lisa's engorged rosy red pussy. Lindsey repositioned herself between Lisa's legs, lowered her head, and drank in the mixture of pussy juice and Chip's salty semen.

The sensations were lifting Lisa back up to the heights she had just tumbled down from. She reached for me and I positioned myself next to her and she took my cock deep in her mouth, and she moaned deep as Lindsey's tongue gently massaged her hyper-sensitive clit. Chip was standing next to the bed, stroking his cock, looking on in amazement at his sexy wife.

"Fuck me Chip," Lindsey said, and Lisa moaned even louder on my cock and sucked me even harder when she heard the words.

Chip slid into Lindsey and the four-way was complete. We all moaned and writhed and grunted, and the world disappeared as we all climbed orgasm mountain and jumped of the shear cliff at the top, one at a time. Lisa was the first to jump. She pulled my cock out of her mouth with her hand and screamed — a blood curdling series of squeals as her body convulsed that almost blew the deck of the old boat. The intensity of it set off Lindsey, whose scream was muffled by Lisa's writhing pussy, and then Chip went off deep inside Lindsey, his head thrown back, grunting loud through the open hatch above our heads. By that time Lisa's mouth was going wild on my cock again, and I came with a quiet grunt and a vibrating tremble. Lisa milked me dry with the small amount of energy she had left, massaging my balls in a way that almost made me cum again.

"Good God!" Chip said quietly as he rolled onto the bed next to his wife. She could barely turn her head to kiss him with her cum soaked mouth.

"That was fuckin' awesome!" Lindsey said quietly, still kissing all around Lisa's crotch. She gently licked her clit and Lisa squealed again and started laughing breathlessly.

"Don't you dare start that all again," Lisa laughed, her chest heaving. "Not yet. I need a few minutes."

"Well, just a few sweetheart," Lindsey said. "Steve was right. You're kinda irresistible."

We never went back to the marina that night. The old planks and beams in the good ship Connie soaked up feminine screams and masculine groans late into the night, and again throughout the morning. We pulled into our slip at the marina at about two in the afternoon satiated and smiling, our used and abused bodies in need of food and rest.

"Thank god I didn't have to choose between Ginger and Mary Ann. Both is so much better," I said with a smile. "What do you say we go get some lunch, and then a nice long nap."

A huge quantity of unbelievably well cooked seafood filled our bellies at a nearby restaurant. Chip and Lisa broke our hearts when we said our goodbyes and they told us we wouldn't see them again — they had dinner plans that evening with neighbors they had become friends with at their rental house, and they were leaving for home early the next morning. I nearly cried when I watched Lisa walk away in her bikini top and little lace skirt.

"How great are they," I said to Lindsey.

"The best," Lindsey said. "Cheer up sweetie. I think they're serious about visiting us at home for a party in the playroom."

"Knowing their history it might be three years from now," I said, as Lisa's long legs disappeared from view. "She's gonna be hard to shake."

Lindsey took my arm and we walked back to the boat for a much needed nap.

"What do you say we visit Marta for lunch tomorrow," she said, referring to the petite waitress at the Cuban restaurant. "Maybe she likes boat rides."

Lindsey always did know how to cheer me up.



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Lindsey and I walked into the Cuban restaurant the next day for lunch, and picked a quiet table in the corner. Marta, our waitress from two days ago, smiled when she saw us and told the other waitress heading our way that she would take care of us. She was five feet of dark, mysterious Cuban sexiness, and she greeted us like long lost friends.

"Hey you two! Whataya been up to?" she said.

"Wild sex on a beautiful wooden boat," Lindsey said with a smile.

"Ooo!" Marta said, eyeing me and smiling. "How come you tourists always have all the fun?"

"Join us later? There's plenty of fun to go around," I said.

"I bet there is," she said, and she winked at Lindsey as she walked away, leaving us with our menus. 

We pigged out on some fantastic spicy fish and cold beer, and enjoyed watching the constant parade of interesting characters coming and going from the restaurant. When we finished Marta brought us our bill and we gave her an extra nice tip along with a note with my phone number and the boat's name and location. She had cooled on the sexy talk as our meal wore on, so Lindsey and I doubted we would see her outside the restaurant, but you never know. She took the note and put it in her pocket.

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We hadn't seen Marta for a few days, so I was surprised when I got a call from her. It was a bit disappointing though. She called to see if I was interested in buying any guitars, of all things. She said she didn't know many people with money, and if I had a big boat I must have some. We both laughed about it, and she was so sweet I agreed to have a look. She was calling to help out a friend who needed money to get home to see a very sick parent, so I thought maybe I'd buy a cheap acoustic if he had one, and teach myself to play.

Marta picked us up at the marina in her worn out old Chevy and drove us off the island and up the highway for about half an hour, and we pulled in the driveway of a shabby looking apartment house. As soon as her musician friend walked out Lindsey and I recognized him immediately — it was Johnny's friend Phil, who we had met at Penny's camp the day Connie died. We only had half a day together up there, but he and Lindsey had spent some 'quality time' together in the middle of the sexual frenzy that broke out in the pond that afternoon, and she gave him a big hug and a kiss next to Marta's car.

"You guys know each other?" Marta asked, looking surprised.

"Yes, we're old friends," Lindsey said.

"What's up Phil!" I said, giving him a bro-hug.

"Hard times man," Phil said, shaking his head and looking tired. "My mom's dying. Had a bad stroke. I'm tryin' to get home. Marta said she'd drive me to Miami to catch a plane, but I gotta sell a guitar or somethin' to make it happen.

"Marta, you got time right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's my day off," she said.

"Let's go. Pack a bag Phil, we'll wait for you." I said.

Phil hugged me and thanked me with tears in his eyes and went inside to pack. He came out with a military style duffel bag and an old guitar case that he handed to me. 

"I want you to have this man," he said. "I hardly ever use it. It's just an old Harmony, not worth much and nothin' special, but it's got a straight neck and a good set-up and it plays nice. Every boat needs a guitar."

"You know, I've always wanted to learn how to play," I said. "I'll treasure it Phil."

Marta drove us like a bat outta hell to Miami, I bought Phil a round-trip ticket to Oregon, took $500 out of an ATM machine and gave it to him, and he was wiping away tears as we left him.

"I wish the whole world was full of people like you," Marta said as we walked to her car.

"And you," I said. "Not everybody gives up their day off from work to help somebody. So, are you ever gonna take us up on that offer for a drink on the old boat?"

"Just a drink?" Marta asked, her eyes twinkling. "I thought wild sex was involved."

"When someone that looks like you gets on the boat with us that sort of goes without saying," I smiled.

Marta, it turned out, wasn't driving fast just to get Phil to the airport quicker. She was just a crazy son-of-a-bitch of a driver, and Lindsey and I felt lucky to arrive back in Key West in one piece. How she avoided the police I'll never know. She parked on the street near the marina and we all walked to the boat to give her a tour, me with the old guitar case in my hand.

"Oh, this is my kinda boat!" Marta said as we stepped aboard. "I hate all the plastic boats these days. My father had an old wooden cruiser when I was a kid in Miami — a Richardson. You remember those? I think he held it together with chewing gum and baling wire, but God I loved that thing. Most of the good memories of my childhood were on that boat."

"I came part of the way down the Intracoastal with a nice older couple on a Richardson," I said. "Beautiful boat."

Marta was in her glory looking around Connie. "I could get used to this in a hurry," she said as she sat on the edge of the soft bed in the forward cabin and let her petite body fall back. Her long black hair bounced on the bed like black feathers and settled all around her, framing her smiling face and dark brown eyes.

"Why do you call her Connie?" Marta asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

"She was one of the great loves of my life. She passed away last year and left me the money to buy boat, so I named it after her," I said.

"I'm sorry you lost her Steve," Marta said. "But now you have Lindsey, so you're happy again."

"I met Lindsey before I met Connie actually," I said. "Let's have a drink and I'll tell you all about it."

We sat in the shade on the back deck and I told Marta the whole crazy story of the last two years, and she was fascinated.

"You are one of the world's greatest lovers, I think," she said in her adorable Miami Latino accent.

"Hardly," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I just have lot's of wonderful women friends."

"Steve would never admit to being wonderful at anything," Lindsey said. "You're right Marta, he's one of the great lovers, absolutely."

"You must be too if he's with you. Show me," Marta said, standing up from her deck chair and reaching for our hands.

We went back down the front cabin's steep steps and I wrapped my arms around Marta's diminutive frame and kissed her. She was certainly no more than five feet tall, but somehow voluptuous at the same time. With a curvy hourglass figure and a tiny little waist, she could play the perfect teenaged cheerleader in a porn movie even though she was probably in her late twenties. Her tits looked so amazing under her clothes I assumed they couldn't possibly be real, but I was wrong, and they were the most beautiful tits I had ever laid eyes on, with richly colored dark brown nipples setting off her deeply tanned Mocha colored skin. As she stripped fully naked the only tan lines on her perfect little body were from bikini bottoms, and her sweet ass was shade lighter than the rest of her.

"You two look incredible together," I said, admiring the tall, blonde, blue-eyed Lindsey next to our petite new friend.

"We'll look even better when you make us cum," Lindsey said seductively.

The two of them undressed me, and Marta dropped to her knees and stoked my hardening cock with both of her small hands.

"You are a big man," she said as she took me into her mouth. Everything about her was scaled down in size from Lindsey, and her small mouth stretched to accommodate half of my length.

Lindsey squatted behind her and kissed her neck and shoulders while she ran her hands all over Marta's perfect little body. Marta moaned onto my cock and an unstoppable orgasm rushed through me like never before, quick and powerful. I came in gushes into Marta's moaning mouth, and she swallowed my warm offering as best she could.

"Wow!" Lindsey said quietly. "I've never seen anyone trigger him like that before! You've got the touch sweetheart."

Marta looked up at me with those beautiful dark brown eyes and I swept her up into my arms and kissed her. I laid her down gently on the bed, kissed my way up her legs to her pink prize, and her legs spread wide.

"Oh Steve!" she gasped as I nuzzled the opening to her hot core, and slipped my tongue inside.

Lindsey had joined us on the bed, and after a passionate kiss her lips found Marta's super-sensitive nipples. I worked her clit with my tongue, Lindsey worked her tits and caressed her body, and the passion swept Marta away. Her tiny body wiggled and squirmed as she came, and she mumbled a stream of Spanish words with her back arched high.

"Ay, caramba!" Marta said breathlessly as she came down. "You two know what you're doing! Wow!"

We made love deep into the night, stopping halfway through to heat up some leftover restaurant food that we wolfed down like animals. Marta's sexual appetite was just as voracious, and she had too many orgasms to count. She loved having my big cock in her, and the feeling was mutual — the intensity of the sensations I felt inside her small pussy was indescribable, and the enthusiasm and joy she was showing took it all to another level. Lindsey loved making her cum, and the two of them had a synergy with each other that probably set a new record for number of orgasms in one night. The highlight for me was the two of them in a sixty-nine, with Marta on top. After Lindsey came I slipped into Marta from behind with Lindsey licking my balls and Marta's clit, sending her into a squealing frenzy as I came hard inside her. Lindsey sucked my balls into her mouth and a secondary wave of orgasm washed over me again and I collapsed, unable to hold myself upright.

When the three of us finally pulled the sheet over us to get some much needed sleep Marta said, "I guess the tourist's don't have all the fun after all."



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Marta left at sunrise, and I could hear the rusty muffler on her old Chevy barking as she drove away. The drone of a fishing boat heading out lulled Lindsey and I back to sleep. We slept in a bit, enjoying the luxury of it, and Lindsey cooked bacon and eggs in her bra and panties — super sexy ones that I remembered her buying at Victoria's Secret that day last summer when she was so frustrated with being 'unattractive' and asked me to go shopping with her. She certainly turned a corner after that, and these days she turns heads wherever she goes. While she was cooking, the nice old southern gentleman from the boat in the slip next to us knocked on our hull, and I invited him aboard.

"Steve, I hate to be a complainer, especially about this," he said quietly, "but we could clearly hear y'all last night and, well, the missus was a little unhappy." He added, quietly and with a smile, "I myself didn't mind it a bit."

"Oh I'm sorry George," I said. "I did close up the hatches, but that was thoughtless of us. It's pretty close quarters in here. We should have gone out to an anchorage. I guess we got carried away."

"I sure don't blame ya Steve, no sir I sure don't. The missus wanted me to mention it, that's all. Enough said about that. Looks like another beautiful day," he said, looking up at the wispy clouds.

"We were just about to sit down for some breakfast George, would you like to join us? Or maybe have a cup of coffee with us?" I asked.

"Why thank ya! I do believe I got time for a cup!" he said with a smile.

I knew George had been secretly admiring Lindsey since we'd arrived, and she'd enjoyed flirting with the kind old gentleman a bit, so I invited him down to the dinette table across from the galley where we could sit and chat with her while she cooked in her skimpy lingerie. 

"Mornin' George!" Lindsey said as he slid into his seat, and she kissed him on the cheek with bacon tongs in her hand.

"Well if you're not the prettiest thing to ever hit these parts my name's not George Wimple," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Lindsey stood there with a huge smile on her face, looking even sexier than if she was naked. You could clearly see her lovely nipples through the tiny pale green lace bra, and the matching hip-hugger style panties made her ass look like a million bucks.

"George is gonna have a cup of coffee with us sweetie," I said. "He and Flora could hear us last night. I'm afraid we weren't very good neighbors."

"Oh no! I'm sorry George. We'll try and keep it down. But it's hard to be good when you're bein' bad," Lindsey said with a wink.

"Like I said to Steve," he said quietly, "it was Flora that was bothered. I didn't mind it a bit."

Lindsey poured the coffee and plated up our food, and she slid in next to George. She flirted mercilessly with the kind old man, and he loved every minute of it. Lindsey has a habit of crossing her arms on her stomach when she laughs, and every time she did it with this particular little bra it completely exposed her tits to him. Needless to say, he told some wonderful jokes and kept us in stitches the whole time. He went back to his wife Flora in the big white fiberglass powerboat next to us with a huge smile on his face.

*****

That afternoon Marta called. Lindsey had told her about the playroom and her love of group sex, and Marta called to say she had found a 'party' for us to go to that night if we wanted. I told her we'd stop by the restaurant during her lunch break and talk about it.

"It's at the house of a guy my old boyfriend Juan works for," she told us as we sipped iced tea at a picnic table behind the restaurant. "His name's Carlos, and he's very wealthy — from Miami. I've been to a few parties there. He comes in to the restaurant and flirts with me, and sometimes invites me, but I haven't gone alone, since I broke up with Juan. Carlos was in for breakfast this morning, could tell I'd had a good night — he'd had one too I think — and we got talking about sex. If you guys are into it I think it'll be fun — he's got an amazing house and his friends are nice upper-class kind of folks."

"Sounds like fun," I said, "but what about your old boyfriend — will he be there?"

"I don't know," she said. "I don't think so — I think they had a falling out."

"Let's go," Lindsey said. "We can always leave if any of us are uncomfortable."

"Good!" Marta said. "I think you'll like it. The house is really something to see. I'll pick you up at seven o'clock. It doesn't take long to get there."

*****

The three of us rumbled across the bridge in Marta's old Chevy, heading east, away from Key West. We crossed some small islands on the highway, and then turned off onto a bigger one that seemed to be very upscale, with some impressive looking real estate. We passed a few very private looking driveways, and then turned onto one with a gate and a security camera and intercom. Marta spoke into it, the gate swung open, and we rumbled in on the concrete driveway and parked the beat up old Chevy among a large assemblage of high-end cars — Mercedes, Cadillac, Bentley and Ferrari were all represented, among others.

Marta switched off the noisy engine and we could hear laughter coming from the open windows of the big Spanish style house. The massive front door swung open and a man walked out that was the epitome of the old cliche 'tall, dark and handsome.' 

"Marta!" he said as he breezed over to us, moving with the grace of a dancer. "I'm so glad you could make it. My parties aren't the same since you stopped coming. So these are your new friends?"

"Carlos, this is Steve and Lindsey," Marta said. "They're down from New York on their yacht."

"Excellent! So nice to meet you Steve," he said, with a firm handshake, "And you Lindsey." He kissed Lindsey on both cheeks and looked her over appreciatively. "My goodness! I need to get north one of these days if the women all look like you! Please, come in and make yourselves at home. My home is your home this evening."

He ushered us through the big door, through a towering foyer with a huge curving staircase, and into a large living room with thirty foot high windows looking out at the sea. Between the sea and the house was a spectacular swimming pool, hemmed in on both sides by well manicured landscaping that looked like Tarzan's jungle.

"The bar is out by the pool," Carlos said, "and Marta knows her way around. I do hope you enjoy yourselves. I see some more guests arriving, so I'll catch up with you later." He took Lindsey's hand, kissed the back of it, his dark eyes burned into hers, and he turned and made his way back to the foyer, his perfectly tailored pants caressing his trim, muscular ass.

"Whoa!" Lindsey said, clearly aroused. "This could be interesting."

"He's a charmer, isn't he?" Marta said. "And a good lover too. After my first time here I spent weeks wishing he'd sweep me off my feet, but his women come from a different world."

"So we're down from New York on our yacht are we?" I said to Marta. "I guess it sounds better than down from a small rust-belt city in upstate New York on their old wooden boat." We all laughed.

We walked out to the pool area where most of the guests were and surveyed the scene. There was a nice mix of ages, though the men seemed older for the most part — wealthy men with younger 'trophy wives' I thought. There were a few naked bodies in the pool, but things seemed to be just getting started. Off to the side of the pool, opposite the bar, there was a huge padded platform, basically a giant bed with lot's of pillows on it, covered by a fringed canopy with curtains draped at the corners, looking like something from an Arabian Nights movie.

"Guess you're not the only one who likes giant beds," I said to Lindsey when she spotted it.

"Oh my!" she said, and she fanned her blushing face. "This really is a party."

We ordered drinks from the beautiful young bartender, I gave her a nice tip, and we walked to the little private beach to look at the water. Carlos had a massive dock with a big cigarette boat up on a hoist at the end of it, and after a walk out to check it out and look at the evening sky we made our way back to the pool, which was noisier and much more naked than before. There was a grey-haired man with his pants around his ankles and his shirt open laying on his back on the big canopy bed when we walked by. A very attractive fully dressed older woman was kissing him, and a rather stunning young woman in a bikini was giving him a blow-job.

"Join us?" the older woman asked, looking me square in the eye.

"I need another drink or two," Lindsey said to me. "You go ahead."

Marta stayed with Lindsey to keep her company, and I was pulled as if by a magnet to the woman, a beautiful smile breaking out on her face as I got closer.

"You're new here," she said.

"Yes, we're down on our boat from the great white north," I said.

"So nice to have a handsome young man in our midst. Would you do the honors?" She said, standing and turning so I could unzip her dress.

She was a tall, thin woman in her fifties, with shortish hair cut straight along the bottom. She had thin lips, but a seductive smile with perfect teeth, and flickering dark blue eyes that looked shy and seductive at the same time. Her summer dress showed off her beautiful shoulders, and for some reason she reminded me of a movie star from the thirties — a flapper girl, ready for a good time.

Since we had arrived darkness had fallen, and the grounds were beautifully lit with subtle hidden lights. Under the big canopy bed there were tiny red LED's casting a mysterious glow, and a huge ceiling fan spinning slowly. Latin music piped through hidden speakers had been turned up a bit louder, and the warm night air seemed to pulse with energy.

I unzipped the woman's dress, and while I stood behind her I slipped the straps off her pretty shoulders and she let it fall. She was bra-less and panty-less, wearing only a dark purple garter belt and sheer stockings. My hands slid up the sides of her thin torso onto her tits, and she turned her head and kissed me.

"My friends will be envious, being the first one with you," she said in her smoky voice.

The grey-haired man and the young bikini woman had stripped and she was riding him with his legs hanging off the side of the big bed. My woman turned to face me and unbuttoned my shirt. The tits I had just had in my hands were beautiful to look at, and she was shaved smooth down below. While I pulled off my shirt she unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans.

"Oh my!" she said. "I'm going to have to hide you or there'll be a line. Maybe I'll just hide you inside me for a while." She slurped my swelling cock into her sexy, wet mouth and with her hands on my ass she pulled me tight to her face. I grew bigger and bigger as she held me there, massaging me with her tongue, until she finally released me and my full length sprung out of her smiling mouth.

"Marvelous!" she said. "God, you're a real man aren't you!"

She took my hand and led me up onto the big bed, which must have been about twenty feet square.

"Let's go to the middle," she said as she crawled seductively. "It's more fun in there when things get going."

She sixty-nined me and delighted me with her response to my licking and tongue probing. She was like a live wire with high voltage leaking out anywhere you touched. Marvelous indeed. I don't know if it was her exhibitionist vocalizations that drew people, but the big bed slowly filled, and after a while we were in the center of wild orgy. The music had been turned up, there was dirty talk in english and spanish, and screams of pleasure and commands to do unspeakable things were floating on the thick night air, coming from all directions.

After what seemed like a dozen women taking a turn on my cock, I found my way back the thin woman with the beautiful shoulders and the purple garter belt, and I plunged into her doggie-style, much to her delight.

"What's our new friend's name?" a woman whose head was right next to her's asked her.

"What's your name lover?" she asked breathlessly, looking back at me with a sexy smile as I slapped into her.

"Steeeevvve!" I said as I pulled out and came on her ass with a deep grunt.

"Perfect," she said as she raised up on her knees and twirled around to embrace me. "All guys like you should be named Steve." Her eyes twinkled and she kissed me hard.

"I hate to leave the eye of such a wonderful storm, but I need some water," I said after our warm embrace.

"Come back to us Steve," she said as I crawled through the writhing bodies and walked away from the soft red glow of the big canopy.

Almost everyone was naked at that point, so I walked over to the bar for a glass of ice water to replenish some fluids. The beautiful young bartender, who was now topless, was doing a brisk business and her tip jar was overflowing. Where all these naked people carried their money was a mystery. 

I was sitting near the end of the bar admiring her when Lindsey came towards me at a fast clip, wearing a man's bathrobe. She didn't look happy.

"Steve, Marta needs you," she said.

"Where is she?"

"I'll take you to her," Lindsey said. "Her ex-boyfriend showed up and I think he got himself shot by Carlos's men. She's pretty shaken up. She's asking for you."

"What the fuck! Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yeah I'm OK. Just nervous — my heart's racing," she said, nerves making her voice quiver. "I didn't see what happened. Marta and I were with Carlos, getting into it pretty good, and I heard Marta say something and Carlos yelled toward the door. I heard some men yelling and then I heard some gun shots. I guess he freaked out when he saw Marta with Carlos and he pulled a gun. Carlos has security people all around here, and I think they shot the guy." 

I looked around and saw some very serious looking clothed young men scanning the crowd. I grabbed my pants and we walked through the living room and down a hall to a wing of the house with a big family room kind of space with a home theater on one side. A porn movie was showing silently on a huge screen and music was playing. Lindsey walked me over to Marta. She was clearly shaken, sitting alone on a huge couch, and she embraced me and Lindsey with tears in her eyes.

"You two are the only sane people I've met in the last five years," Marta said with a quivering voice.

We comforted her and she calmed a bit, and then Carlos came in wearing a robe.

"That was very unfortunate," he said calmly. "Are you all right Marta?"

"Yes, I think so," she said, wiping one last tear from her eye.

"Lindsey, are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, still sounding nervous.

"Were you and Juan still together?" he asked Marta.

"No, we were finished," she said sadly.

"I hope you folks don't go, but I understand if you do," Carlos said. "New friends are a wonderful gift, and I hope this incident doesn't keep you away in the future. I would ask that you good people don't mention this to anybody — it's all been handled internally. Thank you so much for the pleasure of your company," he said, taking Lindsey's hand and kissing it. "Marta, get a hold of me if you need anything, all right?"

He turned and left and we didn't see him again. We collected our clothes and left, walking through a large group of serious looking henchmen in the driveway.

"So I'm guessing we were just at the home of a mob boss," I said as I drove Marta's old Chevy through the gate and out onto the main road.

"Not the boss, but high up," Marta said. "I'm so sorry you guys. I should have told you. I thought it would be fun."

"What do you think happened to Juan?" Lindsey asked.

"I'm sure they killed him," Marta said quietly as she looked out the side window at the passing darkness. "You don't pull a gun on Carlos and get away with it. Juan's been a trouble maker all along — I'm surprised he made it this far."

"Did you love him?" Lindsey asked.

"Yes, but I'm over that," Marta said. "I feel bad for his family though."

*****

Marta spent the night with us on the boat that night, a quiet night of restful sleep, sharing each others warmth. We could tell she was deeply disturbed by what had happened, and we encouraged her to stay with us, which she did, making the easy walk to and from work. Each day her mood improved, but the close-knit surroundings of Key West seemed to be holding her back from true happiness. Lindsey was making plans to go back home, and I knew what I wanted to do.

"Lindsey will be gone in a few days Marta, and I'll be leaving too," I said to her. "I want you to come with me — give up your job and break free. Come with me."

I had hoped she would smile, but instead she burst into tears and almost tackled me with her lunging embrace.

"YES! YES!" she said, a smile finally breaking across her lovely face. 

I kissed her and we went out on deck where Lindsey was sunbathing to tell her.

"I was hoping it would work out this way," Lindsey said to Marta. "You'll love upstate New York in the summertime. Just don't forget you need to share him when you get there."

They smiled and embraced and Marta seemed to instantly shed the last vestiges of her deep rooted sadness.

*****

A few days later we drove Lindsey to the airport in the old Chevy and she flew back to New York. Marta sold her car to a friend who needed it, and she said her goodbyes at the restaurant and around town. What little family she had was in Miami, and she wasn't close to them, so breaking free was relatively easy for her. She brought her few possessions aboard, we said goodbye to George and Flora on a beautiful South Florida morning, and we slipped our lines and headed out onto the crystal blue sea.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 32



Marta and I made our way slowly up Florida's west coast, poking into quiet anchorages, and using the occasional marina when we needed to do laundry. Marta relaxed into the cruising life beautifully, and we had a wonderful time exploring the different cities and villages along the way. Tarpon Springs was a favorite, with wonderful Greek food and an 'old Florida' feel.

When we were heading north from there I got a call from Penny letting me know Johnny was playing shows in Florida before making his way west toward Texas. I called him and he was in Fort Lauderdale. He had a show in Orlando a week later, so Marta and I made our way to Crystal River where we left the boat for a couple days and rented a car.

We got a motel room in Orlando and found the little music club where we met Johnny and enjoyed a fantastic evening of music. Finally getting to see him perform on a real stage with an attentive audience was a wonderful experience. 

Marta loved it too. She was a musician herself, having grown up singing traditional Cuban music in a small family band with her cousins. When she first got to Key West she sang in an acoustic rock band for a while, and she had been giving me guitar lessons on the old guitar Phil had given me. After the show we took Johnny to a restaurant for a late dinner and got caught up.

"What you did for Phil, that's some solid good shit man," Johnny said. "His mom died, but he got there in time and it meant a lot to him to be there with his family at the end."

"Well, he's a nice guy, I'm glad he made it," I said. "Did he tell you he gave me an old guitar? Marta's been giving me lessons."

"No shit!" he said. "She's beautiful and talented too? How come you get all the luck Steve?"

"Karma man. It's good shit," I said.

"Yeah it is," Johnny said. "So Marta, are we gonna play together?"

"I hope so," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Steve tells me the girls love your cock."

"OK!" he said. "That's not what I meant but I'm even happier with that answer!" he laughed.

We finished dinner and walked out into the warm evening air.

"Before we go play let's play a little," Johnny said.

He grabbed two guitar cases from his Volkswagen camper and we walked across the street to a park. We sat on the grass next to a pretty little pond and he and Marta started playing around with a few tunes to feel out what they could do together. Within moments the tentativeness merged into magical music — Marta strumming soft chords under Johnny's fingerpicking, and her voice melding with his in angelic harmony.

"Holy shit!" I said when they finished. There were huge smiles on both of their faces.

Another song, and more magic. And then another with Marta singing the lead and Johnny harmonizing under her. Her voice was pure and beautiful, and I had a sinking feeling I might be spending the rest of my winter alone.

"Remember what we were saying about karma?" I said, and they both smiled.

After an hour of fantastic music in the park with a small audience of appreciative dog walkers, Johnny followed us to the motel. He and Marta just about ripped each others clothes off, and I felt a little like a third wheel in the middle of a blossoming romance.

"I think I'll leave you guys alone and go for a walk," I said.

"No Steve, no!" Marta said. "I've been looking forward to two cocks for a week now. You're not going anywhere!"

"The lady knows what she wants," Johnny said with a smile.

Marta kissed me and helped me strip as Johnny sat on the bed and watched her perfect naked body move. He looked like he'd never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. Marta pulled me by my mostly hard cock over to where she could get her anxious mouth on Johnny's fat meat and still have my cock in her hand. She alternated blow-jobs on the two of us, working up a serious case of wild horniness that showed in her burning eyes. Johnny's girth barely fit in her mouth, and it was easy to see she loved it.

"I've never had anybody so thick in me," she said, looking up at Johnny with a wicked grin.

Her body was so tiny you'd think it would never work, but she straddled him on the edge of the bed, reverse cow-girl style and slowly lowered herself down. The look on her face as the fat cock disappeared was priceless — joy, surprise, laughter, lost to the world bliss — it was all there. She reached for me and lowered her head onto my throbbing cock, and she and Johnny fucked while she swallowed me deep in her throat. As Johnny stretched her pussy to the brink and my big cock filled her mouth, noises came out of her that I've never heard before, guttural utterances that could have come from the Devil himself. And yet as low-down and dirty as those noises were, they also sounded heavenly — pure expressions of sexual bliss that made my heart soar. A beautiful woman lost in a moment of pure passion. A moment that stopped time. A moment I'll never forget.

Marta was voracious that night, more so than I had seen her before, and Johnny and I ravaged her, to the brink of abuse, but she loved every second of it. When we finally slept it was the deep sleep of exhaustion, and all three of us woke with the soreness of athletes who had run a marathon without the proper training. Marta could barely walk, but walking wasn't on her mind — she wanted more from Johnny and me, and we gave it to her, finally stopped by an angry knock at the door telling us it was past checkout time.

After filling our starving stomachs at the local McDonald's, we sat at a picnic table next to the parking lot and Johnny and Marta played guitars and sang again. I was struck again by how perfect their voices sounded together, and the lovely interplay of their guitars.

"You know you two really need to go on the road as a duo," I said. "The world needs to hear this."

"Is that something you'd be interested in?" Johnny asked her.

"Is that something you'd be interested in?" Marta asked Johnny.

They both smiled, and I knew right then I'd lost her. But as selfishly sad as I felt, I knew it was a wonderful thing for Marta — a chance for the artist in her to soar, and maybe a chance for true love as well. I knew that because I could see it in their eyes. Marta and I both knew that true love wasn't in the cards for us — we were just enjoying the moment, and the last few weeks had been wonderful. We knew at some point our lives would veer off in different directions. I just didn't think it would happen so soon.

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Back at the boat, Marta sorted through her things, paring down to a minimal amount that she could take with her in Johnny's cramped Volkswagen camper van. The plan was we would rent a car again and meet him in Gainesville in a few days, and he would gradually insert Marta into portions of his show, working on songwriting together until they were a real duo. We found a small church near the marina that took the things Marta didn't need, and a few of her family heirlooms stayed with me, for her to retrieve whenever she wanted.

Our last two days on the boat were bittersweet, filled with excited talk about her future and wonderful lovemaking. During one particularly blissful sixty-nine session I found myself missing her before she was even gone, and I let her burn into my memory — the sight, the smell, the taste of her. The feel of her small waist in my hands flaring to the those perfectly curved hips as my tongue lashed at her sweet little pussy and up onto her ass — that most perfect of all asses that made every man who ever saw it a little weak in the knees when they saw her walk by.

I rolled her over and just looked at her, that little waist again, in perfect proportion to her tiny voluptuousness, those soft tits, those dark brown nipples that make her squirm when you touch them. Those dark brown, nearly black eyes that flame with lust, and that long, silky black hair. I let it all burn into my memory, and then I slipped my cock into her and we fucked, and her voice calling out my name as she came joined the visual memories, locked away, never to be forgotten.

Marta could sense my growing sadness, and she reminded me it wasn't over between us.

"We'll be together again you know, unless Johnny decides to get jealous or something," she said. "At your friend Penny's place you told me about, and down here in the winter we'll all get together, right?"

"Yes, there's a lot to look forward to," I said. "And just think of the fun you're gonna have making music. I'm so happy for you Marta. I want to buy you a guitar. A wonderful, marvelous guitar. Obviously this isn't the place to do it. I mentioned it to Johnny and he said when you get to Texas in three weeks he knows just the place. He's gonna call me when you pick it out, and I'll pay for it over the phone and it'll be yours."

"Oh Steve!" she said, embracing me with tears in her eyes. "The day I met you and Lindsey was the best day of my life."

———————

We drove over to Gainesville and after Johnny's show I left them. I would have felt like a third wheel in the hotel room if I'd stayed, and I wanted them to have a nice clean start together, on their own. Before I left I took Marta aside.

"I know this is gonna be perfect for you two, but... if it doesn't work out for whatever reason, I'll be the first person you call, right?" I said.

She kissed me softly. "The very first person," she said.

"Johnny," I said as we walked to him, "take care of her man. I got the money to take you out you know."

I smiled and Johnny did to.

"No need for that my friend, she's in good hands." His eyes twinkled with love as he looked at Marta.

"Goodbye Steve! We love you!" Marta said, wiping away a tear as I left.

"I love you too!" I yelled, waving from the car.

Love. Such a funny thing. There's so many ways it manifests itself. All of them good.



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I headed south from Crystal River, back towards Tampa and the keys. Not having Marta with me was depressing at first, but I gradually got in touch with my inner solitude and started to enjoy myself again. I kept in touch with Marta and Johnny on the phone, and things were going beautifully for them. I could tell from their voices their relationship was growing deeper, and Marta was giddy with excitement when she told me about her experiences on stage with Johnny. 

My own life at the moment was considerably less exciting, but that was fine. I was re-charging my batteries, enjoying the natural world, and even practicing my guitar, although it was less fun than when Marta gave me lessons.

I got in touch with a cousin in Naples and had a wonderful reunion. He and his wife insisted I stay a few days, and it felt nice to be with family even if I hadn't seen him in many years.

I bypassed Key West —thinking it would make me think too much about Marta and Lisa and Lindsey — and island hopped my way toward Miami and the east coast. When I was in the Miami area I got a call that made me very happy — Becka was flying down for spring break with some friends, and would spend a long weekend with me in Fort Lauderdale. I didn't want to miss out on any time with her, so I made a bee-line for a marina I'd heard about and lucked out with an available mooring. It was way off to the side, in a shallow part of the harbor, but I was happy with it because it was somewhat private.

By the time I got there and replenished my supplies it was time for Becka to arrive. She showed up at the marina in a cab with her two college girlfriends, looking radiant with a new haircut — her beautiful blonde hair was shorter, quite curly, and sexy as hell. We had already decided on the phone that she would stay with me on the boat, and her friends seemed disappointed at first that she wouldn't be at the hotel with them, but it didn't take long for them to see the depth of our relationship, and they understood.

Hanna and Megan were typical college girls. Everyday girl-next-door types who looked like they were ready to party. The streets of Fort Lauderdale anywhere near the water were thick with partying kids, so I was pretty sure they would get what they were after. Becka, on the other hand, had told me she wanted quiet time alone with me, but whatever she wanted to do was fine with me. I was just glad to have her near me again.

Hanna and Megan left us and went to their hotel to check in. It was about two miles away, and not far from the beach. Becka and I rowed the dinghy out to the boat with her single bag of luggage. It was the first time Becka had seen Connie, and I had her ship-shape and gleaming for her inspection.

"Is this your boat?" Becka asked with a look of amazement on her face as we approached the boarding ladder.

"Yup, this is Connie. Welcome to my home."

"Oh my God! I saw the pictures on my phone, but in person it's . . . wow!" she said.

We climbed aboard and Becka felt right at home even though it was all new to her. After the tour we sat on the back deck and sipped iced tea.

"I love it Steve. And you seem so relaxed . . . I can tell you're happy," she said. "I've been worried about you all winter. It seemed so crazy . . . giving up the life you were used to and living on a boat, but I think I'm starting to understand better now."

"Just wait'll you've spent a few days on board, then you'll know," I said, and we both let the peace and quiet sink in for a few moments.

"Mom wants me to call," she said. "You want to say hi?"

"Absolutely," I said.

"Hi mom," she said into her cell phone. "Yeah, it was good. No problems . . . They went to the hotel . . . Yeah, I'm sitting on it right now. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's all wood, and totally different than all the rest of the boats around here . . . Yeah, he looks great. He's tan, and his hair's lighter, from all the sun I guess . . . Okay . . . Yeah, I will . . . hang on a second," she said, and she handed me the phone.

"How's my favorite sexy nurse," I said.

"Hi Steve," Lee said. "It's good to hear your voice again. We miss you."

"I miss you guys too," I said. "How's my little camp holding up since we last talked."

"Fine, no problems."

"The job goin' okay?" I asked.

"Still the same," she said. "I've been seeing a guy from radiology. Nothing serious, but we've been having some fun."

"That's great," I said. "You deserve some fun."

"Steve, keep an eye on the three of them, all right? Spring Break's pretty insane these days," she said. 

"Yeah, I will," I said, smiling at Becka.

"I'm glad she's with you," Lee said.

"I'm glad she's with me too," I said, and Becka smiled sweetly.

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After a few texts to Hanna and Megan telling them they were on their own that night, Becka and I settled in for a quiet evening. Of course the first order of business was exploring each others naked bodies on the bed in the forward cabin. I'll never get tired of the feeling of the boat moving gently under me while a woman moves gently on top of me. It's heavenly, and Becka liked it too.

"It's so cool, being with you like this on a boat," she said, sitting up on me, grinding slowly with me deep inside her as the boat rocked slightly from a passing wake. "It's like . . . magical."

"The magic started when you came aboard," I said, lost in the feeling of being with the most sensuous young woman I've known. So lost were we that afternoon became evening, and evening faded to darkness before we got up off the bed and made our way to the galley to whip up some nourishment.

"How did I survive four months without you?" Becka said, sitting at the dinette table in her cute underwear, twirling a cold beer bottle between her fingers.

"After the last few hours I'm not sure how I survived either," I said as I put together some grilled ham and cheese sandwiches.

We sat and ate, gazing into each others eyes and smiling like teenagers in love. I had to keep reminding myself Becka was a teenager just eighteen months ago. 

"Gotta see what my girls are up to," she said, picking up her phone and firing off a text.

A minute later one came back:

HANNA GOT SOME ALREADY...

IN THE MEN'S ROOM!! I KNOW U DID 2

I'M CLOSE, WITH CUTE GUY @ BAR!!

WISH U WERE WITH US

"Well they're off and running," Becka said with a laugh, shaking her head a little. "Gonna be a wild week for them."

"You don't want to miss it all do you?" I asked.

"I'm beyond happy right here," she said. "If we don't move from this spot all weekend it'll be heaven."

We sat on the back deck sipping our beers in the humid night air, and Becka caught me up to date on her winter at school, her mom, her sister Emma, and their friends that I knew.

"Lacy wanted to come with us, but it was a stretch money-wise for her, and she would have wanted to be here with you," she said. "I finally told her I needed to be alone with you. I don't think she gets it yet . . . you and me. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings. I like her a lot, but she's really Emma's friend. You know, it sounds weird, but I feel so much more than one year older than them. I feel like I've grown so much in the last year."

"Maturity happens fast at your age," I said. "They'll catch up before you know it."

"Lacy's mom and my mom have been hanging out a little," she said, watching my face to see my reaction.

"Really? Your mom hasn't mentioned it to me," I said.

"I think she's afraid to. Worried you'll think she's getting too wild or something."

"Gettin' wild's okay . . . Lord knows I do my share," I said. "I wouldn't want her getting involved with the kind of guys Denise hangs with though."

"Guy's like you?" Becka said with a little smile.

"Touche," I said. " No, I mean she's been in some abusive relationships, and she hangs with a rough crowd."

"Yeah, I know. Mom's too smart to fall into that crap I hope. She met a guy at work."

"She mentioned that on the phone. Have you met him?" I asked.

"No. She said he's nice though. Young like you."

Some kayakers paddled by in the darkness, but other than that it was very peaceful in our far corner of the mooring field. All the boats near to us appeared to be local — they were all buttoned up and unused.

"How's my little Katie doing," I asked.

"Emma said she got a little wild," Becka said. "I think you — what's that old saying, opened the floodgates? — when you, you know . . ."

"Popped her cherry?" I said with a smile.

"That sounds a little crude, but yeah," she said. "But I guess Emma talked to her about it, and now she's got a boyfriend."

"That's nice. She's a sweet girl," I said.

"I'm sure she's good in the sack with all that you taught her. Sometimes I think about you and . . . I just don't know what to think," she said.

"I don't want to sound too flippant, but you kind of knew what you were gettin' into when you fell for me. I mean your first exposure to me was a wild orgy that you watched."

"I'm well aware of that mister," she said with a little smile. "Is it normal though? Are you normal? Are we normal?"

"Probably not," I said. "But normal's overrated. Nobody's getting hurt — at least not at the ratio that normal people hurt others. And we're all having lots of fun. I'm very comfortable in my skin. I hope you are, at least for now."

"I am," she said with a nice smile. "It is weird though, and you can't tell me that it's not." She shook her head in happy bewilderment.

"Embrace the weird my love. And while you're at it, embrace me," I said, extending my arms.

Becka got up and straddled me on the deck box I was sitting on and gave me a man-melting kiss. Before either of us knew it my cock was out of my boxers, her panties were pushed aside, and I was deep inside her again. Lost in the moment, Becka's bra came off and we fucked passionately right there in the open, within full view of a tall waterfront apartment building, with a hundred lit up windows facing us. I hadn't experienced an exhibitionist side of Becka before, and it was a thrill. She sat up and rode me and played with her tits, looking at the windows of all the apartments as she came, a wild sensuous creature that took my breath away.

———————

The next morning I talked Becka into joining her friends at the beach. She would have been happy to just stay on the boat the whole weekend, but I wanted her to have the experience of spring break. At least part of it anyway. She convinced me to go with her — not too difficult when I thought about all the young bikini girls I'd see — so we got our beach things together and I called a cab.

Becka emerged onto the deck from the forward cabin in a new bikini, and I almost called the whole thing off because I suddenly wanted her all to myself. She looked insanely hot, and the slightly nervous 'do I look all right?' look on her face just made her look sexier. She pulled a little skirt on, and some sandals, and we were on our way.

"You guy's are headed for the eye of the storm," the cab driver said when we told him were to take us.

Cell phones make it easy to meet up, and we found Hanna and Megan without to much trouble. The beach was a sea of hormone drenched youth, and the shear volume of bikini clad girls made it hard to focus on any. Didn't matter though, because Becka smoked 'em all. Maybe one in a thousand could hold a candle to her, and the beach boys took notice, at least until they saw me.

Hanna and Megan looked good too — their traveling clothes the day before hadn't done them justice — cute girls with sparkling eyes, nice smiles, and easy laughs.

"How come you guys are alone? I thought you hooked up last night," Becka said.

"We're not settling in for the long haul on the first night," Hanna said. "It's a smorgasbord honey."

We staked out a plot of sand, and I quickly realized I was the oldest person around. The girls were talking quietly and giggling, obviously sharing details of their amorous adventures the night before. After their private conversation the four of us made small talk and got to know each other a little before they drifted back into 'girl talk' while I used my keen powers of observation to scope out the local scenery, a few of whom where topless.

"You gonna run off with one of them?" Becka asked.

She caught me sharing glances with a couple of cuties when I thought she was deep in conversation with Hanna and Megan.

"Are you kidding? With you around?" I said, running my fingers down her taut belly, raising goosebumps on her legs and arms.

"So you guys, how was your night?" I asked Hanna and Megan. "All I got out of Becka after your text was 'they're off and running.'"

The two of them giggled and looked embarrassed. "That's one way of putting it I guess," Megan said.

"Tell him about it," Becka said with a sly smile, challenging her friends.

Megan had a 'should I?' look on her face, and Hanna took the lead.

"I fucked a guy in the men's room," she said.

"Hanna!" Megan exclaimed.

"What? I'm sure it's not shocking to him. He's like 'Mr. Sex,' isn't he?" Hanna said.

"Mr. Sex?" I laughed. "I've never been called that before. But no, I'm not shocked. Sex isn't something that should be shocking. It's all good."

"Well, I guess there's no secrets around here," Megan said, "I got with a couple guys in their room after."

"Nice!" I said. "Was that your first three-way?"

Megan nodded, with a nice little smile that left no doubt she enjoyed it.

"This may sound weird, but can I give you guys some fatherly advice?" I said. "Have all kinds of wild fun — I'm all for it — but pick your partners based on more than just their looks. There's a lot of wacko's out there."

"Good advice Father Steve," Hanna said, smiling. "So, since we're sharing, what about you and Becka. Did you just do it all conventional last night or what?"

"Well, since you were kind enough to share, I guess we should too, right Becka?" I said, glancing at her smiling face. "Probably the most exciting part was Becka's exhibitionist side making it's first appearance since I've known her. She rode me on deck, with her hands on her beautiful tits, for everyone in that big apartment building to see. She had an orgasm like a sex Goddess. It was beautiful."

Hanna and Megan looked at their friend with mix of surprise, lust, and envy in their eyes. "You're full of surprises Becka," Megan said.

"He makes it all feel so natural," Becka said. "It all just happens. It's amazing."

"Show us," Hanna said with a sly grin.

"Show you what?" Becka asked, with a surprised look on her face.

"Well, I'm picturing what you did in my mind, but you're both right here, so show us," Hanna said.

"You want me to fuck him right here? With all these people around?" Becka said.

"You don't need to fuck him . . . unless you want to . . . just climb on and let us see what it looked like," Hanna said, still grinning.

Becka took the challenge, and climbed on to my reclining body. I couldn't help but run my hands up her sides, and she lowered her head and kissed me passionately before rising up and simulating fucking me, grinding her bikini clad pussy on my quickly hardening bathing suit covered cock. As I hardened up, she got into it more, and her eyes closed and her hands went to her tits.

"Did you have your tits out last night?" Hanna asked.

Becka looked at her with lust in her eyes, and as she continued grinding on me she reached back and untied her bikini top and took it off over her head, making her new blonde curls bounce. Her milky white tits looked amazing in the bright sun, and she ran her hands over them, squeezing and pushing them up. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in the moment. I could tell from her breathing and her whimpering moans that she was building to an orgasm, and a few moments later she came, her body vibrating and her tits squeezed hard in her hands as she exhaled quietly.

Her body quieted and relaxed, and her eyes opened slowly. She had a look of great contentment on her face, and just a hint of a smile as she looked down at me. As sexy a look as I've ever seen on a woman.

"Damn Becka!" Megan said quietly. "You know everybody was watching that, right?"

Becka smiled even sexier, if that's possible, still half lost in post-orgasmic bliss.

"I better not move or Steve'll put on a show of his own," Becka said, still feeling my hardness under her.

"You could make a run to the water and finish him off," Hanna said.

Becka's eyes lit up, and she bolted up off of me and ran to the water topless, leaving me with a huge hard-on in my thin bathing suit.

"Whoa!" Megan said when she saw it. Her eyes and Hanna's eyes were big as they checked me out. I got up and ran to the water, feeling a little ridiculous as I held my tented bathing suit down with one hand as I ran.

Becka was standing thigh deep in the calm water when I got there, and I was just in time, as two young guys were already moving her way. She was facing away from the beach, her half naked hour-glass shape looking like a Sports Illustrated model in the sparkling sunlight. I walked up behind her, pressed my body against hers, and she moaned when I kissed the side of her neck and her shoulder. My hands went around her and cupped her tits, and the two young guys stood a little ways away, transfixed by the sight of Becka, lost in her sexuality once again.

She turned around and kissed me. It was a kiss I'll never forget — a seemingly never ending dance between our hungry mouths — nibbling, biting, sucking, licking and exploring. It was as sensuous and passionate as anything I've ever experienced.

Becka looked at me with the heat of a blast furnace radiating from her eyes, and she walked me to deeper water. She pulled down my bathing suit, freeing my throbbing cock in the warm water.

"Take it off," she said, and I could see her through the semi-clear water untying her bikini bottoms.

I kicked off my suit, and she took it and clutched it in her hand with hers. She put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I held her up with one hand and slipped my cock into her with the other. The look on her face was pure bliss as I slid in. With my hands under her ass I swung her gently in and out from me, fucking my beautiful young Goddess below the surface of the water, surrounded by a mass of humanity.

"He's fuckin' her man!" one of the young men nearby said quietly to his friend. "Dude!" he said to some other nearby guys, gesturing toward us.

Becka heard them and her mouth curled up in a wicked little grin. She loved being dirty, and I loved her for it. Her eyes burned into mine, and she kissed me again. A hot, soul quenching kiss that fed the fire below the water as I swung her the full length of my cock, a long, deep plunging of her hot insides. The feeling was incredible, and we both rose to the specialness of the occasion, orgasms sweeping through us that seemed to engulf our very being, my head thrown back, looking at the blue sky, while Becka muffled her scream with her mouth against my neck.

I felt like the king of the world walking hand-in-hand back to Hanna and Megan with my beautiful topless girl.

"God!" Hanna said. "I thought you'd just give him a hand job under the water. I didn't mean you should fuck him with everybody watching!"

Becka just smiled contentedly. "They got any food around here? I'm starved."

"Two orgasms'll do that to a girl," Hanna said. "What the fuck Beck, you're way wilder than you think I am."

"I'm comfortable in my skin," Becka said, winking at me.

"Fuck!" Hanna said quietly.

"How come I'm the only one topless," Becka said to her friends.

"You want us topless in front of your boyfriend?" Megan asked.

"I do" Becka said with a smile.




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They both took off their tops and glanced at me with sexy little embarrassed smiles.

"What do you think Steve?" Becka asked. "Not bad huh?"

"I'll say," I said, and I picked up my damp towel and put it over my crotch to hide my growing boner. The girls giggled.

We weren't on a topless beach, and when the roving beach patrols came around they made girls cover up, but for the time being we were surrounded by a few other brave girls, soaking the hot sun into their lovely breasts. It was Spring Break after all — some public debauchery was to be expected.

"God this feels good," Megan said to no one in particular as she lay on her back in the hot sun. "I've never been naked in public before."

"Half naked Meg," Becka said. "Feel free to go all the way if you want."

"I'd probably get arrested," Megan said. "That wouldn't go over well with my dad."

She tipped her head to the side to see if anybody was noticing them, and you could almost see the head rush hit her as she realized lots of boys were looking our way. She quickly looked up at the blue sky again as her face, neck and chest flushed pink and her nipples hardened.

"Steve, you wanna lotion us?" Becka asked a few minutes later.

I looked around and saw a young guy squirting lotion on a topless girl, so I wouldn't be doing anything that wasn't already being done. My hard-on was under control, at least for now, so I grabbed the lotion bottle and started on Becka's legs. When I finished them I straddled her and squirted a stream onto her belly.

"Why'd you do it there lover? You know I like it in my mouth," she said with a wink.

"Now Becka, what would your mother say if she heard you say something so naughty?" Megan asked.

"She'd say 'I like it in my mouth too', right Steve?" Becka said. "I guess now's as good a time as any to tell you guys — Steve has sex with my mom, and my sister and my friends, and a bunch of my mom's friends too."

"What the fuck?" Hanna said, shocked and mouth agape.

"You're kinda makin' me sound like a big old slut Becka," I said, rubbing the lotion up her sides and onto her tits.

"You have sex with her mom and her sister?" Megan asked, not believing what she was hearing.

"Well, yeah," I said, gently massaging Becka's tits as she smiled up at me, knowing I was on the hot seat. "But it's not really as crazy as it sounds. It all happened sorta naturally, and we're all very open about it, and it works. We're all happy, right Becka?"

"Very happy," she moaned, enjoying her public tit massage.

"It sure sounds crazy to me," Megan said. "What do you mean by 'it all happened naturally'?"

"Shall I tell them the whole story?" I asked Becka.

"Why not. It's fun," she said, and she rolled over so I could do her back.

"About two years ago, I gave up my construction job and started a handyman business," I said to the girls as I straddled Becka's thighs and squirted lotion on her back. "One thing led to another and some of the women I work for became lovers."

"Oh my God it's a porn movie come to life," Hanna said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I guess it sorta is," I said. "They're not just lovers though — they're all wonderful friends too, and almost all of them are friends with each other now too. It's a fantastic group of women — really awesome people. So anyway, one thing led to another as they met each other, and some, like, group sex stuff started happening."

"Whoa!" Megan said, up on her elbows and hanging on every word.

"Yeah, wild right?" I said. "I mean I had never done anything like that before. Never had more than one girlfriend at a time before. So it was a whole new world for me. This is just two years ago — it still seams crazy and new to me sometimes."

"So how'd you meet Becka?" Hanna asked, up on her elbows too.

"I made a mistake," I said. "But in hindsight I'm glad I did, although I would have met her anyway. One of my dearest handyman customers, slash friend, slash lover, who I was actually in love with, gave me an old fishing camp on the river near home. I fixed it up and had a big housewarming party, which turned into an orgy, and Becka and her sister, who live next door, sat in the woods and watched my friends fuck their brains out."

"Becka!" Megan exclaimed.

"Now you're makin' me sound like a big old slut," Becka laughed.

"It's nothing I wouldn't have done myself if I was in her shoes," I said. "Probably you girls too right?"

"Yeah," they both said in unison and giggled.

"So Becka's mom came home, saw what was going on, caught 'em in the woods watching, and got pretty pissed at me. She and I hadn't met yet, so she thought I was like the Devil himself or something."

I slapped Becka on the ass and climbed off of her.

"Who's next?" I said, holding up the lotion bottle.

"Me?" Megan said a little nervously.

"Front or back?" I asked.

"Front," she said, glancing at Becka.

I started on her legs, which were slightly big, but muscular.

"Are you an athlete?" I asked

"Megan's on the cross-country team," Becka said.

"Nice. Your legs are beautiful. You wrap those around a guy, he's not gettin' away. Not that he'd want to," I said with a wink. 

She blushed a little, and her nipples hardened. She glanced down at them nervously, and blushed even more. A vicious cycle.

"So what happened after your orgy party?" Hanna asked

"I met with Becka's mom to apologize," I said, working my way up to Megan's thighs.

"He had sex with her, like three hours later," Becka said, laughing. "I swear he's got some magical powers over women."

"She's laughing now, but at the time she and her sister weren't happy with me at all — a crazy sex maniac gettin' cozy with their mom."

"Yeah, we were kinda freaked out by it before we got to know him," Becka said.

I was right up at the top of Megan's legs, massaging lotion into her inner thighs. She spread her legs ever so slightly and was breathing hard.

"So I get a nice casual 'friends with benefits' relationship going with Becka's mom, who's a sweetheart by the way, and a few weeks later I catch Becka and her sister and two friends of theirs snooping around my place, telling their friends all the details about the orgy. I invite them in for a beer, their horny friend agrees, one thing leads to another and the five of us have sex that night."

"There's an awful lot of 'one thing leads to another' in your life Steve," Hanna said.

"I know! And it all seems to lead to sex for some reason. Don't ask me why," I said.

"It's magical powers I tell ya," Becka laughed.

I finished with Megan's legs, straddled her upper thighs, and squirted lotion on her belly.

"Megan, do you like it in the mouth, or is the belly shot good for you?" Becka asked, upping the sexual tension a notch just as my hands touched her.

Megan giggled nervously but didn't answer. Her eyes caught mine and we connected for a brief moment, and then they flashed away, landing on my hands as they inched toward her bare tits.

"So, sex with four girls?" Hanna said. "Are you makin' this stuff up?"

"I was there Han," Becka said. "It was as real as real can be."

"Okay, so you have sex with all of them, and mom and all the others," Hanna said. "Why don't you pick one and have a real girlfriend."

"That's the million dollar question," I said.

"Because he's got magic hands," Megan said, and then she moaned as her soft, oozy tits were swallowed up in my big hands.

Some kind of chemical reaction happens when a man touches unfamiliar tits for the first time — his cock gets hard, fast. Mine happened to be folded under me, and hardened right against Megan's bikini covered pussy. I couldn't help myself and involuntarily ground against her, causing us both to moan quietly.

"Get a room you guys," Becka said with a little laugh.

"You better roll over sweetheart," I said to Megan.

"I've heard people say it's hot at the beach before, but this takes the cake," Megan said as I got off her and she rolled over. I straddled her thighs again, hoping my erection would go down before I had to get off her to finish her legs. I squirted lotion on her back and continued.

"So anyway, that's pretty much the story," I said. "I've got lot's of lovers who are all dear friends is what it boils down to. We all have fun, and life's better for all of us because of it all. I guess that's why it continues on the way it does. Becka's special though, in case your wondering. She's not just 'one of the girls.'"

"Awe! You're special too my love," Becka said as she got up and embraced me from behind. "Oh, you're burning," she said, feeling my back. "We've gotta lotion you up too, right girls?"

"How in the world do you keep all those women satisfied," Hanna asked, still a bit bewildered by the story.

"They do a lot of that themselves," I said. "I mean they're all bi-sexual, and they've all become friends, and have their own parties and stuff, with some other guys."

"Wow," Hanna said quietly. "How about you Beck, are you bi?"

I wasn't 'till I met Steve, but yeah," Becka said. "Does that shock you?"

"No," Hanna said. "I am too, I just never though you were."

"What the fuck you guys!" Megan said. "Suddenly I feel like the prude."

I got off her and did a quick lotion job on her legs.

"Nobody with her tits out on a public beach is a prude honey," Becka said. "We'll work on the bi thing later."

Megan gave Becka an 'I don't know about that' look, and Becka just smiled.

"Next," I said, patting Megan's bottom and looking at Hanna. "Front or back sweetheart?"

"Front!," she said emphatically, with a smile.

I gave her the leg job, admiring their length and sinewy muscles.

"Another athlete?" I asked.

"High jump," she said proudly.

"Cool," I said. "You guys must have lot's of stamina for your lovers."

"Our lovers!" she said. "That's a laugh, huh Megan?"

"Our school's full of dorks," Megan said. "All the guys are engineering majors. They'd rather design a three-dimensional girl inside their computers that have a real one."

"Hey, I was a dork once," I said. "Give 'em a chance, they might surprise you."

I finished Hanna's legs with my hands right up against her hot crotch. The heat pouring out of that girl was amazing, and she moaned more than a little at my touch. I repositioned and straddled her as I had done the others, and the look in her eyes was enough to trigger my hard-on this time.

"Oh boy! I'm startin' to get the picture," she said quietly, her nostrils flaring a little, as she felt me harden against her steaming hot pussy.

"Belly or mouth?" I said, and she exhaled hard, her nostrils flaring even more.

"Mouth," she said confidently.

"Nice!" I said. "First we'll lotion you up."

I got up on my knees, held the bottle in front of my crotch, groaned a few times and pretended to cum as I squirted it on her belly.

"Uh oh! He's gettin' into it now. Danger! Danger!" Becka said with a laugh.

I pushed my hard cock between my legs and lowered back down into pussy grinding position. When I put my hands on Hanna's belly to start the lotion massage her back arched up and goosebumps covered her body. My hands slid quickly up to her small tits and hard nipples to try and maintain her arousal, and with just a few small grinds of my hard cock she was flying.

"Oh fuck!" she said quietly under her breath as her body started to quake. Her tits were incredibly sensitive, and the pressure on her pussy must have been just right, because she went easily over the top into a beautiful orgasm, her back arched high and her body trembling. It was quiet but powerful. "Oh-h-h Fuc-k-k-k!" she said in a stuttering whisper as it swept through her.

"Didn't I tell ya about his magical powers?" Becka said as she watched her friend try to regain her composure.

Hanna looked embarrassed to have let herself go like that with people watching.

"That was beautiful sweetheart," I said to her. "You know, a woman's orgasm is the most beautiful thing the world has to offer. You've given us a beautiful gift."

She quickly put her bikini top on and didn't make eye contact with anyone but Becka.

"Let me do your back honey, so you don't burn," I said.

"You put those hands on me again I might never give you back to Becka," she said with a shy smile, and she stretched out on her stomach to let me go to work.

I straddled her thighs again and massaged her lean, muscular back, and she relaxed back into her old self.

"Fucked in a men's room, and a wild orgasm on the beach. I'd say it's goin' good so far, huh Hanna?" Becka said, and they all laughed.

"If this is what Spring Break's all about, I'll be back," Hanna said, and they all laughed again.

I felt a squirt of lotion on my shoulders, and Becka and Megan started to rub it into me as I continued with Hanna's back.

"On the ground big boy, we need to do your front," Becka said as I finished with Hanna.

I flopped down on the blanket, thankful that my hard-on was mostly gone. There was still a plenty big bulge though, flat on my back as I was. I closed my eyes and let them go to work, and soon I felt six hands on me rubbing in the slippery sauce, and their giggling made me smile.

"What's that smile for mister? I suppose you want a happy ending," Becka said, sliding her hand up the leg of my shorts and squeezing my swelling meat.

"Oh no you don't!" I said. "Not here in front of everybody."

"What's the matter?" Hanna asked. "I thought orgasms were so beautiful."

"Women's orgasms are beautiful." I said. "Men's just make them look like they're constipated." The three of them giggled hysterically.

"How 'bout a happy ending in the water then mister?" Becka asked. 

"You really think I might say no?" I laughed.

"Come on girls," Becka said 

The three of them ran through the assembled throng to the water, Becka and Megan topless. I quickly followed, once again feeling goofy holding down my hard cock as I ran. They were already chest deep when I caught up with them.

"Suit off mister," Becka said, and when I took it off she held it for me again. "Hanna, you start him off, and Megan, you're the only one who hasn't had a nice orgasm today, so you get the honors."

"What honors?" Megan asked.

"When Hanna gets him nice and hard you climb on. He'll do the rest. Trust me, it's awesome."

"You want me to fuck your boyfriend?" she asked, her eyes huge.

"Don't you wanna?" Becka asked.

"Well, yeah, but . . ."

"Don't overthink," Becka said, and she kissed Megan.

Megan, having never kissed a girl before, pulled away. Becka touched her tits, which were just below the water, and Megan just looked at her. Becka moved in for another try at a kiss and Megan not only let her, she kissed back. Hard.

Hanna, in the meantime, had her hand on my cock. It had lost most of its erection when I entered the water, but her touch, and the laser beam intensity of her eyes locked on mine, had the blood flowing back there in a hurry.

"Whoa! Another piece of the puzzle understood. You're a big boy," she said with a surprised smile when she stroked it at its full size. "Meg, you're gonna like this," she said to her friend.

"More than I like this?" Megan said, obviously enjoying what Becka was doing to her pussy below the water. Her first foray into bi-sexuality was making her very happy. "Oh fuck!" she said quietly as her head tipped back and she closed her eyes.

"Why don't you warm him up Hanna," Becka said, and she kissed moaning Megan again.

Hanna needed no more encouragement. She was nearly as tall as me, and with the buoyancy of the salt water she easily pulled herself up on me with her arms around my neck. The fact that we had never even kissed made it even more intense when I entered her, her big eyes locked on mine. She tried to hold in a scream, but it forced it's way out as I plunged into her, the water lubricating things, allowing a massive penetration all at once which took her breath away.

The scream attracted attention, and we had an audience again, at a respectful distance, but watching. Boys and girls both, fascinated by the spectacle of Hanna fucking me, and Becka making Megan very happy.

As I found out on the beach, Hanna had hair-trigger orgasms, a wonderful thing for a woman, and for the man she's with. With my big cock plunging into her she was high as a kite in no time, and lost herself in a beautiful trembling way, whimpering and quietly screaming as she came three times in a row.

"Stop!" she said quietly in my ear when she could take no more, barely able to hang on to me. "Just hold me," she said, my cock deep inside her. I held her there, and we kissed for the first time, a sweet, soft kiss that nearly made me lose my balance.

"Did you leave anything for Meg?" Becka asked Hanna as she and Megan embraced us.

Hanna unlocked her legs from around my waist and I slipped out of her. Megan was primed and hot, and on me just a few seconds later, mimicking Hanna's position.

"Fuck me Steve," she said in a breathy voice close to my ear.

She kissed me hard as I slipped into her. She was shorter than Hanna, but bigger and more muscular, and her pussy felt more muscular too. It took a few hard thrusts to get fully into her tightness, but it was well worth the effort. The muscles inside her squeezed and contracted on me in a most wonderful way.

"Oh! God!" she said as I began a nice rhythmic swing of her lower body. She unhooked her legs from behind me and let the buoyancy of the water and my hands under her ass control the motion.

"Fuck!" she yelled, unable to control herself, and one of the boys watching at a distance yelled, "Yeah baby!"

She lost herself in animalistic grunts and groans, and finally came with an eye rolling spastic face that sent me over the top as well. Her pussy felt incredible, and I went off with powerful thrusts and my head thrown back, and a deep guttural grunt rose from my mouth toward the heavens. There was a smattering of whoops and hollers from the onlookers. "SPRING BREAAAAKKK!!" one of them yelled.

"God I love your cock," she said in my ear, breathless and limp in my arms. "I've never felt anything like that before."

"You're a beautiful, sexy woman Meg," I said, and she kissed me passionately.

Becka and Hanna were kissing, but stopped when Meg and I were through. I noticed Hanna's bikini top was in Becka's hand along with my suit.

"I really need something to eat you guys," Becka said.

Megan slipped off my softening cock and I put my swim suit back on. The four of us walked back to our blanket, the three girls looking radiant with sparkling water dripping of their topless bodies.

"If you'd told me a week ago I'd be walking topless through a crowd of people I'd have said you were crazy," Megan said, looking quite confident in her near nudity.

The girls put their tops on to a chorus of boo's from a nearby group of boys, and we walked to a food truck on the street and pigged out on burgers and fries.

"Sex makes me so fuckin' hungry," Becka said. "I thought I was gonna faint."

Walking back to the beach I lagged behind so I could get a good look at the three of them. "Enjoying the view?" Hanna asked, smiling back at me over her shoulder, and she mooned me right there on the sidewalk with cars passing by. We spent the rest of the afternoon tanning our flesh in the hot Florida sun, enjoying the craziness of a crowded beach during Spring Break.

"Can we invite them back to the boat tonight?" Becka asked. She and I were enjoying some alone time on the blanket while Hanna and Megan played in the ocean. "I loved getting sexy with them. I'd like to take that even farther before we get back to school."

"Hmm, let's see. One girl sucking my cock or three? Which do I want?" I said sarcastically.

"You scumbag!" she laughed, rolling on top of me and pinning my arms down. "What am I gonna do with you . . ."




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 33



Her laugh melted into a passionate kiss, and my cock sprang to life between her legs.

"God I wanna fuck you so bad," she said. "But I better take it easy on you — you're gonna have a workout tonight. Can we go out to dinner somewhere nice? We all brought clothes."

"Sure sweetie, whatever you want," I said.

After a little while Hanna and Megan came back soaking wet after their swim.

"Did you guys hook up or are you single tonight?" Becka asked them.

"Single so far," Hanna said as she dried her hair with a towel. "There was a couple guys down there, but they're dumb as a box o' rocks."

"Good," Becka said. "You want to go out to dinner with us and spend the night on the boat?"

"You want us to?" Megan asked, clearly interested.

"Yeah, we'd love it," Becka said. "If you guys don't mind missing another night out in the trenches."

"Count us in," Hanna said, looking like she was already picturing what the night would bring.

"You guys walked here right?" Becka asked.

"Yeah, the hotel's about three blocks from here," Hanna said.

"We're gonna get a cab back to the boat to get cleaned up and dressed," I said. "You want us to drop you off at your hotel and then pick you up at seven?"

"Perfect," Hanna said. "Are we dressing?"

"Dress to impress sweetheart," Becka said, "and bring an overnight bag for tomorrow."

———————

Our cab rolled up in front of the hotel promptly at seven, and Hanna and Megan walked out looking hotter than anyone should have any right to. The last vestiges of 'girl next door' were obliterated as they strutted down the front sidewalk under the bright yellow hotel canopy. Little cocktail dresses, high heels, makeup and fluffed hair had them turning heads all the way down. Becka jumped out of the cab excitedly to greet them, and they exchanged hugs.

"All for you?" the cab driver said when he realized they were who we were picking up.

"I'm a lucky man," I said. He just shook his head.

Of course Becka knocked my socks off with her little dress too. She wouldn't let me watch when she put it on, and said, 'You'll like what's underneath' when she came out to model it for me.

The manager of the marina had told me about a hip new restaurant, and we ate some of the best seafood and most sinful deserts I've ever tasted. With my wallet four-hundred dollars lighter, we caught a cab back to the boat.

My little dinghy only holds two people safely, but it was a short, easy row ferrying them all out to the good ship Connie. Megan had a little overnight bag with her — "two toothbrushes, two t-shirts, two pairs of shorts, and four flip-flops . . . college girls uniforms," she said with a smile. Watching them climb up onto the boat in their tight little dresses was fun, and lot's of wine induced giggling ensued.

By the time they were all aboard and I got the dinghy and a few other things secured for the night, Becka had shown the girls around.

"This is the most awesome boat ever," Megan said. "I can't believe you live on it and just travel around. How cool is that."

"It's pretty cool," I said.

"You guys! Come with me!" a giddy Becka said to her friends.

They went down into the forward cabin and closed the hatch doors to keep me out. I cracked open a beer I probably didn't need after all the dinner wine, and sat on the back deck enjoying the quiet. All the neighboring boats were still closed up and it was very peaceful. The silence was broken by the sound of the hatch opening and giggling girls approaching. I nearly choked on my beer when I saw them — a Victoria's Secret catalog come to life. It was one of the sexiest, skimpiest, laciest displays I've ever seen — Megan in a bright red lace bra and panties, Hanna in an almost totally transparent black teddy, and last but not least, my Becka all in white, wearing a little bustier thing that pushed up her bare tits, a garter belt, stockings, and no panties. Yikes.

"Holy shit!" I said as they arrived on the back deck trying to stifle their giggles. "I guess there was more in that overnight bag than you said. Not a whole lot more though . . . Fuck!"

"Yes please," Becka giggled. "You guys too?"

"Yes please," they said in unison.

Megan and Hanna giggled too. They were obviously feeling much freer with themselves after the afternoon's fun and the good wine at dinner.

"Shall we get this party started?" Becka said.

Hanna walked in front of Becka and kissed her as Megan and I watched. We were only lit up by the lights of all those Marina facing windows on the big apartment building, but it was enough to see clearly, and I'm sure anyone on those balconies could see us if they cared to.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I met you," Hanna said as she slowly crouched, her tongue leaving a glistening trail down Becka's belly all the way to her bare pussy.

"Oh shit!" Becka said quietly as Hanna reached her target and flicked her tongue across Becka's sensitive clit.

Megan looked a little more nervous than she had been a few moments earlier. Her first bi-sexual experience had been in the water at the beach, and I'm sure she knew things would be ramping up big time on the boat that night. I caught her eye and extended my hand. She smiled a lovely smile and came to me. I was sitting on a deck box, leaning against the wheelhouse, still in my dinner clothes. She straddled me and exhaled sharply when she felt the bulge of my mostly hard cock against the thin lace of her panties. Her muscular, athletic body looked fantastic adorned with the lace she was wearing, and the red color almost glowed in the dark. Our mouths joined together in a wonderfully hot kiss as my hands explored her body.

"Fuck Hanna," Becka said, almost whimpering. "Why didn't you tell me sooner you were so good at this?"

I could tell from experience Becka was going to cum hard, and a few minutes later she did, staggering back a few steps to the deck railing to support her self as Hanna, never missing a beat, gave her a monster orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUCCCKKK!!" Becka yelped. Hanna had her hands on Becka's ass, clutching her tight to her face, and she didn't let up.

"Oh Jesus!" Becka said quietly, barely able to form words as almost every muscle in her body went spastic.

Hanna finally slowed the assault, and Becka regained a little of what was left of her sanity.

"Shit!" she said, nearly hyperventilating.

"I guess we're off and running again," Megan said in a breathy voice in my ear.

She dismounted me, moving like a well-toned cat, and quickly had my pants open.

"Wow," she said quietly, seeing my rock hard cock in her small hand for the first time.

She glanced at Becka, who was busy kissing Hanna, and then slowly took me into her mouth. She was smiling when she did it, a sexy little curled up at the corners kind of smile, with little dimples. A super cute face, and the smile stayed, even as I filled her mouth full. She looked up at me, and her eyes were smiling too.

"Oh that's nice baby," I said quietly as her warm mouth massaged my throbbing pole.

"So you had your first three way last night, huh baby?" I said between moans.

"Mmm Hmm," she moaned wordlessly with her mouth full of cock.

"Are you ready for a four way with a big cock and two sexy girls?"

"Mmm Hmm," she moaned louder, looking up at me with a fire starting to burn in her eyes.

"We're gonna make you cum harder than you ever have in your life. Over . . . and over . . . and over again. Is that what you want baby?"

She gave up trying to communicate and just moaned deeply, eyes locked on mine, bobbing up and down on my pole with increasing intensity.

"Oh Fuck yeah!" I said, and a few seconds later I shot a hot stream in her mouth, pulsing and throbbing, and then another, and then another, filling her mouth with my hot seed.

While I was in the middle of cumming, Becka's hand went into the back of Megan's panties.

"Over . . . and over . . . and over again," she said to Megan. "Is that what you want Meg?"

Megan grunted when she felt Becka, and she struggled to finish me off. 

"Fuck!" she said after almost choking on the mouthful I gave her.

I don't know what Becka was doing down there, but Meg came quickly, and her curled up smile was obliterated by an orgasmic face that looked like the definition of ecstasy. I could tell from Becka's face that she was on a mission . . . a mission to take her less experienced friend to new places, and I was eager to help her. Last night's three-way had just been an appetizer for Megan. Tonight would thoroughly blow her mind.

"We better go down below before someone calls the cops," I said.

"Awe, I like it out here in the moonlight," Becka pouted.

"Sorry sweetie, there's laws against this kind of thing you know."

I zipped up my pants, took Hanna's hand and led her along the side deck to the forward companionway. Becka and Meg followed, hand-in-hand. Down below the light was harsh and white, from low-voltage LED's, so I lit the two oil lamps mounted on gimbals between the round port-lights, and turned off the harsh electric units. The space glowed with soft warmth, and the stage was set for a wonderful night.

"I hope you girls don't mind it being a little warm in here," I said. "I'm gonna close up the ports and hatches because . . . what's the name of that movie? It might get loud."

"Don't want the neighbors to come over and join us?" Becka asked.

"Nope. I'm selfish tonight," I said. "You guys are all mine."

"First Megan's all mine," Becka said, and she kissed her sexually blossoming friend. The two of them melted onto the bed.

Hanna looked at me. She looked amazing — tall and lithe, her see-through black teddy bathed in the dim yellow light of the oil lamps, her small perky tits standing at attention with pointy nipples. I unbuttoned my shirt and she came to me and unzipped my pants. I was naked a moment later, standing before her. She ran her hands up my sides and onto my chest.

"Before today I'd never been fucked by a real man before. Just boys," she said in a breathy voice as one of her hands went back down my side and onto my nearly hard cock. "Oh yeah," she whispered near my ear as it became fully erect in her hand. "A real man."

I lowered her to the bed next to her friends. Becka and Megan were in a sixty-nine, with Meg on top, learning for the first time about a female vagina that wasn't her own. From the noises they were both making I could tell Meg was a fast learner.

I unsnapped the crotch of Hanna's teddy, and pressed my hungry mouth to her pussy. Just as at the beach, the heat pouring out of her was astonishing — like she had a blast furnace inside her at full boil. Something to do with the high metabolism of her thin, athletic body? Whatever it was, it was wild.

"Fuck me Steve," she said. "I can't wait any more."

The height of the bed, because of the slope of the sides of the hull up in the bow, was perfect for a standing man to fuck a reclining woman. I lifted her legs and pressed my way into her burning fire. She grunted and moaned as I slowly fucked my way in, and when I was balls deep two words burst forth from her sexy mouth.

"Oh yeah!"

We were off and running, and with Becka and Megan slowly closing in on orgasmic bliss I fucked Hanna hard. As I found out at the beach, she was an easy cummer, and she flew into the stratosphere with little effort. After cumming beautifully in Megan's mouth I was able to 'keep on keepin on' as the old song says, and I gave it to her good and then picked her thin body up and deposited her on her knees. She crawled forward so I could get on the bed behind her, and I slipped into her with her looking back at me over her shoulder, her chest heaving and her eyes burning with desire. Once again I pummeled her.

"Oh Fuck!" I yelled as she screamed a cry of love, and she came even harder this time, the blast furnace inside her triggering a nuclear meltdown that left her spread-eagle on her stomach, gasping for breath.

"Come hear baby," Becka said.

She pulled me to her, and took my sticky cock into her mouth as Megan continued her enthusiastic assault on Becka's pussy. After she cleaned off all of Hanna's juices she guided me into Megan's sloppy wet pussy right above Becka's face. Becka was able to lick my balls as I slid in.

"Oh my God!" Megan said as she felt me enter.

I pressed easily into her wetness, and Becka wiggled forward so she could get her tongue on Meg's clit as I fucked her. Hanna's wits had come back to her, and she was up on hands and knees, first kissing the high-flying Meg and then playing with her pendulous tits as Becka and I took her into orbit. Meg screamed as the big one hit her, and then went silent, twisting and spasming, her upper body rising up with jerky movements as every fiber of her being was consumed by the orgasmic explosion. Becka's hand massaged my balls at the perfect time, and I came as hard as I ever have, long and hard, making Meg scream out again as she heard my guttural moan.

We went on like that for hours, deep into the night. After a rest and a midnight snack, Becka rummaged in her luggage and pulled out a strap-on cock-shaped vibrator.

"What'd you bring that for?" I laughed.

"For this," she said, gesturing to the girls and me.

"You knew this was gonna happen?" I asked.

"They didn't," she said, gesturing to the girls again, "but yeah, I had a pretty good idea we'd all end up here with you."

"They probably saw that thing at the airport when they x-rayed your bag," I said.

"They took it out and looked at it and made me check my bag," she laughed.

"Holy shit! Is that what they were doing?" Megan laughed.

My poor pecker was worn to a frazzle, but I still had a few of those old blue pills Johnny had at Penny's camp, and they kept me going. The girls took turns being fucked by the strap-on, buzzing away on it's highest setting, while they sucked on my cock. It got pretty wild and was all kinds of fun. College girls are awesome.

In the wee hours of the morning I made up the settees in the main cabin for Hanna and Megan, and we all slept like babies, our bodies sore and worn to the bone, our faces tired but smiling.

When I got up to make coffee late the next morning it was pretty sweet seeing naked girls everywhere I looked. Megan was still out cold, but Hanna saw me at the stove and got up.

"Mornin' lover," she said, embracing me from behind.

Her hand slid into the front of my boxer shorts and found my half hard 'morning wood.' 

"How's my real man this morning," she said as she stroked me to full size.

She turned, bent over the dinette table and put one knee up on the seat, opening her beautiful pussy to me as she looked back over her shoulder with a wicked little smile. I dropped my boxers and entered her, and we fucked slowly and quietly as Megan slept.

"You've spoiled me for college boys you know," she said as she regained her composure after a nice quiet orgasm. "Guess I'll have to find a real man of my own when I get back to town."

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The next two days followed much the same pattern — the three of us spent our days at the beach followed by evenings exploring the city, and nights of great sex, which got less frenetic and more loving as we got to know each others bodies and souls. When it was time for them to go home I was very sad to see them go.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 34



The Intracoastal Waterway is a marvelous thing. It uses barrier islands, natural rivers, and man-made canals to form a saltwater highway 3000 miles long on the East coast of the United States. It's much safer than being offshore, and the villages and cities along the way cater to boaters, many of whom make the trip twice a year — heading south in the fall and north in the spring. 

My first time heading south after buying my boat 'Connie' in Virginia was a bit nerve-racking. I was new to the cruising life, and handling a heavy 40 foot wooden boat was a learning experience. I gradually got the hang of everything, but I was already in Florida by the time I felt relaxed about things and could really start to enjoy myself. So I was looking forward to heading up towards New York State again, following the spring sun and the blooming flowers as they spread north with the warm breezes, sampling the many delights of the Intracoastal along the way.

One of those 'delights' found me in South Carolina. I was on my own, having left Becka in Fort Lauderdale two weeks before, and I was getting a small repair made at an old shipyard used by the local fishing fleet. The mechanic had just finished and left and I was touching up some trim paint on Connie's wheelhouse when I heard children's voices. A group of 15 or 20 kids, first or second graders I'd guess, were getting off a bus and heading for the big steel hulled fishing trawler docked directly behind me, accompanied by two teachers. One was cute and looked like she was fresh out of college, and the other was in her forties and very conservative looking — short nondescript hair, a below the knee dress that looked like something my mother would wear, and 'schoolmarm' shoes with a chunky heel.

"Hi kids, how ya doin' today?" I said as the group passed, the kids all looking at me with a delightful sense of fascination. Some of them yelled "Hi!" and waved, and the young teacher at the front of the group said hello with a smile as she tried to herd the flowing mob of humanity towards the fishing boat. As she got there and the captain of the boat greeted her, the last of the group passed me with the older teacher bringing up the rear.

"That's a lovely boat," she said, lagging behind slightly. "Is it an old trawler?"

"Yeah, it was a fishing boat in the Northwest that somebody converted," I said.

She had completely stopped for a moment, and the kids snaked their way away from her. I couldn't tell if she was more fascinated by my boat or the deep tan on my bare chest.

"Stop by after school and I'll give you the tour," I said as she hustled away to catch up with them. She glanced back with a little smile, and her speed-walking pace made her dress shimmy from side to side over her wiggling ass.

The group walked up a long ramp onto the fishing boat, and I could hear the happy kids as the captain showed them around and explained the operation of the big boat and all its gear. After about an hour they all filed off down the ramp, yelling "Bye!" to the captain as they left. A few of them said "Bye" to me as they passed by, and at the end of the long line the older teacher smiled at me silently as she walked by, slowing down just enough to be noticeable.

"I may be out in the anchorage later," I said, pointing to a small group of boats anchored fairly close to the docks, "but I'll keep an eye out for ya."

She gave me a surprised look, like she didn't think I was serious, and then a little wave as she herded a few strays back towards their school bus. The kid's voices faded, and once again seagulls and the faint hum of machinery took over the soundscape.

I finished up my painting and the yard boss came by with my bill. I happily paid him for the good work, moved Connie out into the anchorage, and made myself a late lunch. After I ate I started another small painting job — I wanted Connie to look shipshape when I got back home in May. I was engrossed in my work when I heard a dinghy with a small outboard motor approaching, and I was surprised to see the older teacher onboard, still dressed in her school clothes.

"Got a visitor for ya," the dinghy operator said.

He pulled up along side my dinghy which was tied to my boarding ladder.

"Nice boat ya got here," he said. "I'm on 'Summer Breeze' right over there. Stop by for a cocktail if you want."

"Thanks, I may do that," I said as I helped the teacher steady herself on my ladder. She had to pull her dress up quite high to get her legs over the side as she climbed aboard, and she blushed heavily.

"I hope you don't mind me showing up like this," she said with a delightful southern drawl. "That nice man was on his way out and offered me a ride."

"Are you kidding? You just made my day," I said. "I'm sorry I didn't make myself presentable. I guess I thought you wouldn't come back. I'm Steve by the way."

"Hi Steve," she said, smiling as her blush slowly faded. "I'm Leanne. I'm kinda surprised I'm here myself."

She was breathing a little heavy, and having trouble making eye contact, just glancing at me occasionally with big shy eyes that were clearly nervous.

"How 'bout that tour you promised me," she said, trying to break through her nervousness. "I just love old wooden boats. This one's so beautiful."

"Yeah, she is pretty. Almost as pretty as you. I'd love to show her to you."

Leanne blushed again, and her eyes made a quick trip over my body, freezing for a brief moment on my bare chest before drifting down to the deck again, and my bare feet.

"So I saw New York on the back... are you from New York City?" She asked, looking me in the eye this time.

"No, upstate. I live on the canal, sorta out in the country."

"Oh, that sounds nice," she said. "It's funny, whenever we think of New York we always think of the city. Sometimes I forget there's a state attached to it up there."

"Upstate's beautiful. Lots of lakes and rivers and mountains. You should come visit sometime," I said.

Leanne blushed again. She certainly was an easy blusher. Or very nervous. Or both. It was then that I noticed a wedding ring on her finger, and the nervousness made more sense. She saw me when I looked at it.

"Don't ask, don't tell?" she said quietly, and she bit her bottom lip and exhaled loudly.

I took her hand and showed her around the deck, and we went in the wheelhouse. She was fascinated by the chart table with it's old fashioned plotting tools and the big chart of the area she was from. I pulled out a chart book and showed her New York's canal system and where I was from, and told her about where I'd been. She seemed very envious of my free lifestyle. We went down the steps and I showed her the galley and the sitting area, what boat people call the 'saloon'.

"Is this where you sleep?" she asked softly in her intoxicating southern drawl.

I took her hand again and we went up on deck and down the companionway to the forward cabin. Sunlight was streaming in through the port lights and even though it was messy the bed looked very inviting. Leanne looked at the small watch on her wrist.

"I've got a couple hours to kill," she said, looking up at me through big eyes and biting her lip again.

"I love killin' time," I said, and I took her in my arms and kissed her.

As she shed her clothes she transformed from conservative schoolmarm to beautiful woman. All I had on was a pair of shorts, so I left them for her to unfasten, which she seemed to enjoy, down on her knees in front of me. When my cock sprang free her eyes got even bigger and she swallowed hard.

"My goodness gracious!" she said, and she looked up at me with a surprised look before she took it in her hands. "Where in heavens name did you hide this thing in those little old shorts?" 

She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip, and the schoolmarm completely vanished from my memory — this was a sexual woman. She let me slide into her mouth and within moments she was voracious, giving me a most wonderful blow-job.

"Has anyone ever told you give off a powerful aura," she said, stroking my slippery shaft with both hands. "When I saw you this morning I had the most powerful 'I need to fuck that man' feeling I've ever had in my life. I normally don't do this kind of thing you know."

She plunged her mouth back on me, and I couldn't resist holding her head and fucking her face, which she loved. I came hard and she stroked me as I moaned, splattering her chin and her neck and chest as she looked up at me with a wicked little smile. It dripped down, funneling between her nice little tits, her nipples standing proudly erect.

I grabbed yesterday's t-shirt, wiped her clean, laid her down on the edge of the bed, and dove in for a good lick of her somewhat hairy pussy. It had a sexy natural look, and she tasted wonderful — salty-sweet and syrupy-smooth. She just about jumped out of her skin when she felt my mouth on her — she was fired up and ready to go. And go she did, cumming easily and powerfully, with beautiful whimpering moans and a tense, twitching body.

The sights, sounds and tastes had me rock hard again, and before she could come down from the heights I plunged into her.

"Oh yes! . . . yes! . . . yes!" she said, looking at me with an open mouth and the biggest eyes I've ever seen.

"You OK?" I asked, feeling like I was stretching her tight pussy to the extreme.

"Yeah baby!" she said quietly. "Do it! Do it!"

I plunged in deeper and her eyes rolled and she hissed through clenched teeth, grabbing at the rumpled sheets with white knuckled fists.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me! God damn it fuck me!!" she said through her clenched teeth.

I did as she desired. Deep, powerful thrusts — raw sexual energy at its best. The speed picked up and her body was rocking, meeting my every thrust with enthusiasm.

"HARDER BABY! HARDER!!" she cried, and I slammed into her with everything I had. She matched my maximum intensity with her own, and our sweat covered bodies melded into one writhing, throbbing mass as we came, her orgasm hitting first and carrying mine along with it, long and powerful, consuming every bit of energy she fed into it.

"My goodness gracious!" she said quietly in my ear as I caught my breath on top of her, her southern charm making me smile.

"Up north we'd say 'holy shit that was awesome!'" I said with a little laugh. "You sure you don't normally do this kinda thing? 'Cause you're damn good at it."

"With a pecker like that every girl's good at it," she said, and we both laughed.

We 'killed' the rest of her two hours, fucking every which way and ending in a nice gentle sixty-nine.

"I'll be thinking about you forever," she said as we got dressed.

"I'll be passing through twice a year," I said.

She looked thoughtful and let it sink in for a moment.

"I don't know, that's kinda like an affair isn't it?"

"Twice a year? Not really... well... maybe I guess," I said.

She thought again for a long minute.

"Leave a message at the elementary school for Leanne that Connie's in town. Don't be disappointed if I don't show up. But... maybe..." she said with a sexy little smile. "With a pecker like that, what girl could say no?"



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 35



After leaving Leanne and the charms of South Carolina I slowly made my way north into Chesapeake Bay. A large body of water with some occasionally wild weather, it's very beautiful and a cruisers paradise with anchorages and delightful villages galore. I tucked into a completely private anchorage one evening, and after a nice dinner I sat on the back deck with my feet up and gave Ron a call to check in and see how my old handyman business was doing.

"Hey buddy, what's new?" I said.

"Tired man. Some of these women can really wear you out," he laughed. 

"I hear ya buddy," I said. "Everything goin' smooth?"

"Oh yeah, it's great. I can't even begin to tell you how much happier I am than when I was part of a big crew. And when I'm happy, Kathy's happy. So yeah, it's goin' good."

"She's still cool with it all? I mean, the 'extras' and everything?" I asked.

"Yeah, well, she's gettin' plenty of 'extras' of her own," he laughed. "Thanks to Lindsey, it's somewhat controlled. We've been to her playroom a few times since she got back from visiting you — which is totally awesome by the way — and Kath and Lindsey get together quite a bit. They're not switchin' to the lesbian side anytime soon I don't think, but they keep each other satisfied, which is nice for me. Kath doesn't seem to mind my 'work women' — that's what she calls 'em — as long as I don't neglect her. I had to stop goin' to the gym though man. All the girls are workin' me out plenty — I got nothin' left for regular exercise."

"Well that's good to hear," I said. "I was worried how this was all gonna to work out for you two. As crazy as it all is, it sounds like it's working OK."

"So far so good man," he said. "Hey, I worked in Connie's old house the other day. They seemed happy with me, so they'll be new customers I think."

The sudden realization that Connie was gone swept through me in a huge hot flash, and I couldn't speak.

"Steve man, you still there?" Ron asked.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm here," I said quietly.

"Sorry man, I shoulda known that'd be a sensitive subject for you. They're nice folks if that helps, and the house looks good."

"Good, good, I'm glad," I said. "Listen man, I gotta go. I'm shootin' for the first week in May to be home, but I'll talk to you again before I get there."

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Grief is a sneaky thing. You think you've gone through the process and satisfied it's needs, and then it can smack you in the head out of nowhere and take you down. That evening, after talking to Ron, I cried like a baby. Being alone, anchored in a cove with no sign of civilization in sight didn't help. The next morning I felt like a wounded man, and a deep depression set in. I knew it was bad — I had been through a serious bout of it in my early twenties when my beloved grandmother passed away, and this felt a lot like that. Back then it took many sessions with a grief counselor to help me work through things. I had no idea what would happen this time, but the first step was to get back to civilization. I was two days from Baltimore, and felt a need to be there, so I pulled up the anchor and pointed the bow in that direction. The steady drone of the engine nearly drove me insane, and my messed up head got worse the first day, but the second day I was able to re-connect with a nice meditative state that cruising alone can give you, and I felt better. Not great, but better. I still felt a need to talk to someone though, something I'd neglected to do in the weeks after Connie's death, and I wanted to see if I could get my head together before returning home to all those memories.

After tying up at a marina in Baltimore I did an internet search for grief counseling, found someone within walking distance, and when I explained my situation she saw me right away.

Her informal 'office' was around the back of her small but beautiful little home, very near the waterfront. The neighborhood had an old world feel, and made me feel good just walking through it. Her name was Tiamo Sopricoush, and she was quite exotic looking, with some sort of Asian accent.

"Mr. Mills?" she asked when she answered her door. "Welcome, I'm Tiamo."

She ushered me into a room crammed full of beautiful plants and colorful artwork. Built into one wall was a salt-water aquarium, with spectacular coral and strange looking creatures swimming about. After some small talk we got right down to it.

"Tell me about your loved one," she said.

"Her name was Connie. I hate saying 'was', but you've heard that a thousand times I'm sure."

"Was it a romantic love, or familial, or friendship?"

"All of the above," I laughed. "She wasn't family, and yet she had a mothering side to her that was comforting and wonderful. But it was really a romantic friendship — I guess that's the best way to put it. I met her through my work — I'm a handyman, although semi-retired at the moment. On hiatus, I guess you could say, thanks to Connie. She left me a big chunk of money, and I don't really have to work anymore if I don't want to, although I think I'm going to go back to it part-time during the summers. I miss it."

"So she was a customer that you developed a more serious relationship with?" she asked.

"Yes. It started with sex. I have, uh... shall we say... physical relationships with quite a few of my female customers. Does that sound terrible? It's actually much more loving than it sounds. They're wonderful, deep friendships, with sex sort of at their core I guess."

"How many women are we talking about?" she asked.

"Ten maybe? I don't know, I've never really thought about it that way."

"And Connie was a different kind of relationship amongst those ten?" she asked.

"Yes, she was. I was very much in love with her. I didn't realize it fully until after she died. A year ago we spent a wonderful winter virtually living together..."

"I get the feeling there was something holding the relationship back. Was she married?" she asked.

"No, she was a widow. It was an age thing and a 'different worlds' thing. I was thirty, and she was in her early sixties. And I'm a blue-collar guy and she was a wealthy socialite, well known and respected in the community. She wasn't ashamed of me or anything like that, and we were seen in public and it was no big deal, but taking the relationship up to a 'we should get married' level wasn't even discussed. We both just knew that what we had was wonderful, and enough."

"Have you had multiple relationships throughout your adult life?" she asked.

"No, just since I started the handyman business, about two years ago."

"Have you ever been in love before?"

"Before Connie? No, I don't think so. I'm in love now though, but I'm trying to fight it," I said.

"Why fight it?" she said.

"It's the opposite situation. I'm thirty-one now, and she's twenty-one and still in college. I don't want her to get tangled up with me right when she's trying to figure out who she is. In a few years, if she wants me, I'll be a happy man."

"Is she one of your customers too?"

"No, my next-door neighbor. This is going to sound totally insane, but I have sex with her mother and her sister too. Not all at the same time. I must sound like a total nut job."

"Well, you're one of my more interesting clients," Tiamo smiled. "So Steve, is it fair to say sex is the driving factor in your life?"

"No. Friendship is the driving factor. But for some reason, in these last two years, my new female friendships have had a big sexual component. It's seemed to happen very organically — I can't really explain it. When I started the handyman business, it put me in their houses, and one thing just led to another. Some of them met each other, and the sexual situations just blossomed. Like a big orgasmic flower," I laughed.

"So these women know each other?"

"They do now, yeah. Some of them did before, but they pretty much all do now."

"So they all know that you're having sex with the others?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, and they have sex with each other, and... it's like one big happy family," I laughed.

"So when you first met them, as handyman customers, did they pursue you sexually, or did you pursue them?"

"I never 'put the moves on them,' if that's what you mean. Like I said, it happened very organically for the most part. Over time though there was a little word of mouth stuff happening amongst certain women, and some of them did pursue me I guess. Connie is one of them. She had heard about me from a friend."

"So when you said they have sex with each other as well as you, did you mean...like, group sex situations?" she asked.

"Yes. Small groups, big groups. It's all been new to me the last couple years. Like I said, it just sort of blossomed.

"And Connie was a part of these group settings?"

"Yes. It was new to her too, but she enjoyed it, very much."

She went on to ask me more about my winter with Connie and the circumstances of her death. She got into the spiritual aspect of it, which I'm not really into, but her 'Shaman' vibe was comforting and definitely made me think. And just talking deeply about Connie made me feel a whole lot better. She made me realize how blessed I am to have the life I do, and the friends I do.

"So how long have you been on the boat Steve?" she asked.

"About five months I guess."

"Has it been difficult being away from your lovers?"

"Not really. Two of them have spent time with me on the boat, and I've met some wonderful women along the way."

"You know, I also work as a sexual healer," she said. "Sort of a sex councilor, but in a more informal, spiritual way. I must say, your views on the sexual aspect of your relationships is very refreshing. So many people are hung up about sex these days, it's nice to meet someone who isn't."

"I used to be just a normal guy in that regard, but the last two years have been a wonderful revelation. My women friends have taught me so much about life."

"That's the most important thing to take from Connie," she said. "The things she taught you about kindness and generosity, about love and intimacy. Those are wonderful gifts that you'll have forever. She'll always be a big part of you."

"Yes she will. I see her often. I see her today in you," I said.

"Thank you Steve, that's the nicest compliment I've ever had. Maybe my age has something to do with it?" Tiamo said, with a beautiful smile.

"Your spirit, and your beauty," I said.

"It's all becoming clearer to me now, why your women friends all fall for you," she said with a little smile.

"I don't think they fall for me, I think I fall for them."

"Yes, very clear," she said with a bigger smile.

We chatted some more and then I felt as if I had taken up enough of her time.

"I want to thank you very much Tiamo," I said as I got up. I extended a hand and took hers in mine. "I feel so much better than I did when I got here. I think I can make my way home now without becoming a basket case."

"Keep your new love in mind, but don't forget your old loves. They enrich our lives even after they're gone," she said.

I paid Tiamo for her time, and she walked me out into her lovely garden. A golden yellow cat glowed in the sunshine and let me rub its soft belly. Tiamo glowed in the sunshine too, in her brightly colored Far Eastern dress. She was laden with gold and silver bracelets, rings and necklaces, which jingled together whenever she moved, and she had jewels in her hair that flashed brightly in the sunshine.

"So, you're at the marina at the end of the road?" she asked.

"Yup, it's a nice half mile walk," I said. "Care to join me? I'd love to show you my boat."

"I'd love to see it," she said with a smile. "Just give me a minute."

Tiamo shut her door and we walked out to the main road and turned toward the pungent salt-water scent of the bay. She surprised me when she took my hand as we walked.

"Human contact is good for the soul, don't you think," she said.

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Music swirled through my head like a slow motion dancer, and my whole body felt like the inside of an orgasm. My cock was sliding in and out of Tiamo's pussy, my hands on her hips as she rocked on her knees in front of me. I felt like my whole body was entering her, and being squeezed into orgasmic bliss. It was a spiritual, floating head-rush unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Tiamo's head was down on the softly carpeted floor, and I could see her eyes rolled back and fluttering, like someone would do if they were in very bad shape in a hospital. But she wasn't dying — she was floating too, spinning around a big orgasmic vortex that had us both caught in it's cosmic pull. I tried to focus my vision, but it was distorted and swirling. I felt like I was high up above a brightly lit city, fucking a beautiful woman in the dark night air with thousands of people watching us from below.

"You two are so beautiful," a woman said, sounding disjointed, like her voice was coming from the music and the music was coming from her mouth. I laughed, and Tiamo laughed when she heard me — a deep, smoky laugh that sounded like Marlene Dietrich.

"Marlene! Oh Marlene! I'm fuckin' you baby!" I yelled.

My own voice seemed to come from the music too, and I heard more laughter. I looked around, trying to focus, and could see fleshy bodies everywhere, flying over the city with us. The air was thick with smoke, and my eyes burned.

"Marlene! Oh Marlene! Take another puff baby," the woman said. She was naked and held a long pipe to my mouth and lit it while I inhaled. The taste was like incense and my body turned into a soft, liquid rubber. My cock slipped out of Tiamo, and I stood up and walked onto the cloud above the city. I walked into the plate glass window and laughed hysterically.

We were on an upper floor of a high-end apartment building in downtown Baltimore, smoking opium with a group of Tiamo's friends. They were all were naked and fucking the shit out of each other. I'm talking hot, grinding sex, the kind that you still feel two days later. How we got there I don't remember, but I do remember a nice quiet fuck with Tiamo on my boat that afternoon.

"Marlene! Oh Marlene!" the woman called out to me. I was up against the floor-to-ceiling plate glass window with my arms outstretched. "Come and fuck me baby. That big cocks goin' to waste."

"Waste it!" I said as she dropped to her knees and gagged on my length. 

I fucked her face hard and she could barely breath. Tiamo was riding someone on the floor so hard and so fast it looked like one of those silent movies where they speed up the action, and she came again and rolled off onto her side, her body still bucking with her hand violently rubbing her pussy.

"I gotta have your big fuckin' dick in me Marlene! It's fuckin' huge!" the woman sucking me said.

She bent over a console table in front of the big window and I impaled her pink meat with my rod. I swear it felt like I was a foot long inside her, and she screamed out as I hit bottom. As we hit our stride the pictures and lamp on the table rattled off the edge and hit the floor.

"MOTHER FUCKER! RIP ME OPEN! OHHHH! FUUUUCKKK!!" she screamed as she went over the top, lost in an opium high. My own orgasm reduced me to soft rubber again, my whole being melting and morphing, my cock two feet long and getting longer.

The next thing I knew I was on my back, and one woman, and then another, and then another rode me like rodeo girls, yelling and screaming, with various people playing with their flailing tits, kissing their faces, and sticking dildos in their asses while they fucked me. It was a wild scene, and it went on and on.

"Don't let him cum, I want more!" one off to the side would say, and the rider would orgasm in a blaze of hot fire and roll off the side of me to smolder on the rug as another took her place and rode me hard until they too burst into flame.

Moans and squeals of delight were coming from all around the room, and my mind was a thick, distorted fog, unable to sense the direction of the sounds.

"Oh fuck!" I said, still on my back, as my cock impaled a fiery red-head's ass. There must have been some lube at work, because all of my eight inches made their way in without to much trouble. She was in reverse cowgirl position, and when I was deep in her dark tunnel she leaned back on me with an arched back and our tongues danced together as my hands ravaged her big tits. They were soft and gooey, and my soft rubber hands melted into them. I heard a buzzing noise as someone put a vibrator into her pussy and she screamed into my mouth. The buzz grew louder, and the whole room took off like an airplane, my gaze drifting out the window to the dark night and the city lights floating past. The red-head was driving the plane, and she veered off in a wild banked turn, the buzzing engines straining to keep up. Then she pulled back on the controls and we climbed through the clouds, leveled off for a moment, and then tumbled in a spinning, flipping dive as the city lights got closer. The buzz rose in intensity as our speed increased, and the plane broke apart and sprinkled down like powdered sugar onto warm creme brulee. There was a warm, sweet tasting pussy on my mouth, and the red-head was sitting up, driving her ass down hard on my three-foot long cock as I filled every square inch of the inside of her body. She shrieked a cry of love so visceral it must have been heard throughout the city.

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Silence and peace surrounded Tiamo and me in her soft bed, sunlight streaming in through lace curtains. The golden yellow cat was curled up at our side, and jumped up when it heard us stir, purring and hungry for some food.

"How did we get here?" I asked, my eyes squinting and my head throbbing.

"A cab," Tiamo said. 

"What the fuck happened yesterday?" I said, barely able to speak, and still seeing the world off-kilter.

"You made some of my friends and me very happy," she said, caressing my cock with her small hand. "You fuck like an animal. Must be all that practice you get with all your women. I envy them."

"What were we drinking? I feel awful," I said.

"That's the opium," she said. "You'll feel better later. Exercise helps."

She rolled on top of me and tried to get my half hard cock into her.

"Come on baby, I need some more of this before you disappear out of my life," she said.

"Opium..." I said quietly, thinking about it and the implications. "Wow, that's a new one for me. Do you do that kind of thing often?"

The feel of her warm pussy on my torso and a soft kiss had me hard again, and I slipped in.

"No baby, hardly ever. Only on very special occasions," she said. "That was pretty wild last night... God you feel amazing in me."

She sat up on me and moaned as every millimeter of me filled her. She was naked except for her many bracelets and rings, and her necklaces slithered into her cleavage and shimmered, drawing my eye to her lovely tits. Her hair — black with grey at the temples and a grey streak across the top — was messed up and sexy looking. Her body moved like a dancer on me, and looked good doing it. The years had been kind to her.

"How old are you Tiamo?" I asked, as the pleasure wave started to build.

"I'm fifty-eight Steve," she said, starting to breath erratically as she fucked me with more emphasis.

"You're a beautiful woman," I said, nearly at the point when talking wouldn't be an option.

Whatever opium was left in our brains took us to a new place — a place of peace and tranquility, a place of searing passion, a place of love. Tiamo lowered her head and kissed me as orgasms filled our souls with warm light. It was as if we were connected in a cosmic transfusion — the insides of her body flowing into mine, and mine into hers. We rode the warm light together, and floated gently back down to the soft bed.

"Wow," she said softly as her lips broke from mine.




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"Wow," I said softly.

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We walked down the street hand-in-hand again, toward the marina. Since I couldn't remember much about the evening of the day before, I couldn't help but wonder if the cycle would repeat itself and I'd find myself fucking people I didn't know in a place I didn't remember getting to. 

"So where were we last night," I asked as we walked.

"The condo of a friend of mine. I'm a member of an artist's cooperative — we all share a gallery together. That was our monthly meeting," she laughed. 

"A wild bunch! Are you guys always like that?" I asked.

"No, that was all you and the opium. Some of the girls haven't had a nice cock in quite a while," she laughed.

"Well they certainly got some last night. There was some wild fucking goin' on," I said.

Tiamo squinted at me and looked quizzical.

"You know you were the only man there, right? Just you and eight horny women."

Suddenly some of the evening came back into focus, and Tiamo smiled as she watched me remember.

"Those women will never forget you," she said. "It was really quite a night."

We got to the marina and I invited her aboard, but she declined.

"I must go Steve, back to reality," she said. "You know, I think you were sent to me, to remind me why life is so wonderful. I was feeling sorry for myself lately, which isn't like me at all. You came along at the perfect time."

"So we helped each other then, because you came along at the perfect time too," I said.

"Goodbye Steve," she said as she kissed me.

"Goodbye Tiamo," I said.

"Don't forget what I told you yesterday," she said just before she turned to walk away. "Keep your new love in mind, but don't forget your old loves. They enrich our lives, even after they're gone."



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Midway through April I pointed Connie's bow into the mouth of the Hudson River, and eased my way closer to home. After my time with Tiamo in Baltimore I felt revived, and the rest of my time in the Chesapeake and up to New York City was wonderful. New sights every mile of the way, and nice people at every stop. I had reserved a mooring for three nights at the 79th St. Boat Basin, right in the heart of Manhattan, and met up with an old friend. We hit some cool restaurants and music clubs, and had a great time prowling the big city.

It was with great anticipation that I entered the Hudson, feeling like I was back on 'home turf' after a long journey. The Hudson Valley is spectacularly beautiful, and the villages along the way were a delight. I reached the federal lock at Troy, New York — the entrance to the Erie Canal — on the first of May, opening day for the season.

What a fantastic experience it was making my way across the state on the canal. From my camp I had watched others do it, and dreamt about it someday being me, and here it was . . . reality. I tied up to my dock just before noon on a beautiful spring day, greeted by a 'Welcome Home' sign pinned up to the gazebo. I had traveled almost three thousand nautical miles in the good ship Connie, and the spirit of my dear departed friend had kept us safe and happy the whole way.

"Ronnie, I'm home buddy," I said into the phone after opening up the camp and airing things out.

"Stevie! That's great man! Everybody's been lookin' forward to you gettin' back. Not the least of which Kathy. She figures since I got all my 'work women' she can tap into you a little more often," Ron laughed.

"Ha!" I laughed. "See what you got yourself into?"

"Hey man, it's cool," Ron said. "I know you won't steal her away. Don't be surprised if she calls you up to come change a light bulb."

"So how's business?" I asked. "You still need a helper this summer? I've kinda missed it."

"Absolutely man!" he said. "I've been runnin' ragged, and I'd love to have a little free time now that the weather's gettin' nicer. How soon you wanna get started?"

'Whatever you need man," I said.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he said. "I'm just catchin' a burger at Micky D's right now, but I think I bit off more than I can chew this afternoon. Can you take a new customer at two o'clock?"

"Love it man!" I said. "I know it sounds crazy, but I've been looking forward to a change of pace from the leisure life."

Ron gave me the info and I checked my tools and made sure my truck started up. I wanted to spread the word to my friends that I was home, but I didn't have time to sit on the phone, so I called Lindsey while I made some lunch. She loves being the social center, and she loves the telephone, so I figured she'd spread the word for me.

"Hi Linny, I'm home," I said.

"Hi baby!" she said. "Oh man, am I glad to hear that! We all missed you so much!"

"I missed you too sweetie," I said.

"So how's Marta doing with Johnny?" she asked. "Have you talked to her?"

"Yeah, just last week," I said. "They were in L.A. doin' a bunch of shows, but they're heading back East for the summer. It's been going great for them. They've written a bunch of songs, and they're doing some recording."

"I can't believe how great that worked out," Lindsey said. "She's such a sweetie."

"Yeah," I said. "I would have loved to have had her with me the whole time, but yeah, I agree with you, it's pretty awesome."

"I know you miss her, but every time we talked you never seemed too lonely. The great handyman lover, fucking his way up the East Coast," she laughed.

"Well I wouldn't go quite that far, but yeah, it was a fun trip," I said. "Especially when you were with me. We had some times, didn't we?"

"We did baby," she said wistfully. "We sure did."

"Listen, I gotta run," I said. "Ronnie's swamped today and I'm gonna help him out with a customer. Can you spread the word that I'm home, and I'll talk to you later, all right?"

"Bye baby," she said. "Can't wait to see you."

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I knew Lee would see the boat at the dock, so I left her a note and wheeled the old truck up onto the highway. It felt very odd to be driving at speed again, after covering so much distance at eight miles-per-hour on the water. I pulled up in front of the nondescript country house Ron had given me directions to, and a tired looking woman about my age came out to greet me.

"Hi, are you Ron?" she asked.

"No, Ron's my partner," I said. "I'm Steve."

"Hi Steve, I'm Ginny," she said. "I'm glad you're here. Somebody tried to break into my house last night. The cops were here, the helicopter was flyin' around — it was crazy."

"Oh man, that's scary," I said. "Were you here?"

"No. I was just getting home," she said. "I manage the wait staff at the clambake place down the road, and we had a late party. I think whoever it was ran off when I got here. Anyway, I want you to fix this doorjamb today, and then if you can get me some better locks and come back and install them that'd be great."

"Yeah, sure, we can fix you up," I said, looking over the damage. "It'll be a little bit temporary tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow to make it look nice and do your locks."

"I think I might get an alarm system too," she said. "I can't have this shit happening with me being alone out here."

"I don't blame you," I said. "Let me grab some tools, and I'll get started."

I roughed in a solid repair, made a list of doorstop and weatherstrip pieces I'd need to finish it, and Ginny walked me through her cute house to show me the other door and window locks. By the time I had everything listed she was much more relaxed.

"Would you like an iced tea or a beer?" she asked.

"Well you're my only customer this afternoon, so yeah, I won't turn down a beer," I said with a smile.

"Good," she said. "The longer I can get you to stay, the less time I have to be alone and nervous tonight."

Ginny's cuteness was starting to shine through her tired eyes. She grabbed two beers from the fridge and we sat on her back deck.

"So is this gonna be expensive?" she asked.

"Nope, new customers get fifty percent off the labor on their first job," I said.

"Nice! That'll help," she said with a smile. She took a swig of her beer and eyed me. "You married Steve?"

"Nope," I said with a little smile. "You Ginny?"

"Nope," she said, with a 'I hope what's happening here is what I think is happening' look on her face.

I couldn't help but think how easily I'd fallen into the old routine, and how good it felt.

"So how's the clam business?" I said.

"Ugh! If I never see another clam I'll die a happy girl," she said. "Busy though, and the money's pretty good." She gave my face a long look. "You look familiar, have you been there for a clambake."

"I was once, but it was four or five years ago," I said. "It was good. I liked it."

"I think I've seen you somewhere," she said, still studying my face. "Bars maybe? You a music fan?"

"That's probably it, yeah," I said. "I get out to the clubs for shows quite a bit. Not this past winter though — I was traveling."

"A handyman that can afford to spend a winter traveling? What's up with that?" she said with a surprised smile. "You sure this job isn't gonna be expensive?"

"I promise," I said. "No, I came into an inheritance and semi-retired. The business was mine and Ron bought it from me. I'm gonna travel winters and work with him when he's busier in the summer. Should work out good for both of us. I just got back this morning as a matter of fact. You're my first customer since last fall."

"You just got back today?" she said, surprised. "You haven't even seen your sweetheart yet? Or did she go with you?"

"That's kind of a long story, but . . . a few of them spent time with me," I said.

"How many are there?" she asked with big surprised eyes.

I took a big swig of my beer and smiled. "Gettin' personal huh? Okay, but I'll have to ask you some personal stuff if I answer that one."

"Deal," she said with a nice smile, and she downed her beer. "More beer first."

"So, how many sweethearts?" she asked when she returned with two cold ones.

"On the boat this winter? Two visited me, and I met a few more along the way," I said.

"Wait, you went on a cruise or something?" she asked. "What boat are we talkin' about?"

"My boat" I said. "It's an old wooden cruiser that I live on in the winter."

"Nice!" she said. "So two? That's your local harem? That's not so bad."

"No, that's just the two that flew down to see me," I said. "There's . . . ah . . . a few more."

"Pray tell, where do you meet these ladies," she said, looking at me with her head cocked and a sly smile, like she already knew the answer.

I smiled. "They started out as customers."

"I knew it!" she laughed. "Oh man, this is too funny! And here I am hoping something will happen between us. I guess I picked the right phone number in the yellow pages this morning." She laughed some more.

"Okay, my turn," I said. "What's your male harem consist of?"

She just about spit out her beer and laughed hysterically.

"Ha!" she said. "That's rich! I gave up trying to 'get any' two years ago, after yet another dork with a needle dick picked me up in a bar after I'd had too many. It really shouldn't be so difficult to have a nice evening of sex, but it's a fuckin' struggle, let me tell ya. Is that personal enough?" she laughed.

"Yeah, that'll do," I laughed. "Jeez, what's the matter with the guys in this town if you struggle like that. I mean you're plenty cute, great smile, nice, ah . . . lady parts."

"Ooo, you are a sweet talker," she laughed. "I hope you're gonna do somethin' with these lady parts, 'cause you're makin' me horny as hell."

She took another swig of beer and looked at me with twinkling eyes.

"Come with me you big stud," she said with a big smile, as she got up and took my hand. "Jesus Christ, what the hell did I get myself into," she said, looking back at me, smiling and shaking her head as she led me to her bedroom.

"Your lower lady parts look nice from back here," I said with a smile.

"Why thank you," she said with a big ass wiggle. "Guess I'm joining your harem. What the hell . . ." she said, shaking her head again, like she couldn't quite believe what was happening.

We got to her bedroom, and it was a shambles.

"As you can see, I was not expecting this," she said, as she tossed clothes off the rumpled bed. "All right," she said, turning toward me, "let's see what all those women were after."

She dropped to her knees, unfastened my old faded work pants, and pulled everything down in one pull. I was only slightly chubby at that point.

"Ooo, this is promising," she said, smiling up at me. "I can hardly remember what these things taste like, it's been so long."

"Someone told me 'nectar of the Gods,' but I don't have any first hand knowledge," I said with a smile.

She laughed hysterically again. "You're a funny one," she said, massaging it with her hand. "Damn! This things gettin' big!"

It went into her mouth, and she moaned like someone tasting a hot fudge sunday after being on a diet for two years.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she said, stroking my fully hardened length. "And all I had to do was call a fuckin' handyman!," she said, shaking her head again. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna skip the damn foreplay. I gotta feel this thing in me."

She gave it one last quick suck and stood and quickly got her clothes off. She got on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Give it to me big boy," she said. "Don't be surprised if you have to scrape me off the ceiling."

She was already panting before I even touched her, and her pussy glistened with wetness. I hadn't been with a woman for a few weeks, so I was plenty ready too. I pressed into her and her voice went up an octave.

"Oh yeah! That's it!" she said. "Fuck!"

A woman like Ginny, who obviously loved it but hadn't had it in two years or so, needed me to give her my best and I did. I fucked her hard, with every trick I'd learned over the years, and she came like a wild woman. I somehow managed to hang on and she rolled onto her back, gasping for breath, her muscles still jerky. She pulled her legs up next to her chest, her pussy open and ready for me.

"Do it again baby," she gasped. "Right now."

I plunged back in and the intensity level was right back on high. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped, her burning eyes locked on mine. "FFFFFUUUCCCKKK!" she screamed as I hit her with the most rapid-fire thrusting in my repertoire. She grunted loud, like a big animal, and lost herself in orgasmic bliss again. I was lost in it myself, and pulled out and came all over her belly and tits, my first pent-up squirt flying all the way to her chin.

"Oh ffffuck," she said quietly, looking at the ceiling, not moving a muscle.

I dropped to my knees and gave her pussy a gentle lick.

"Oh my God," she said, and her moans went up an octave again as I continued to lick.

I brought her to another, quieter orgasm, and when it was through with her she just lay there, eyes closed, whimpering quietly, lost in some kind of a dream.

"I get the feeling you needed that," I said quietly.

"Oh . . . you have no idea . . ." she said even quieter.

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When I got back home I went next door to say hi to Lee. She had just finished a difficult shift at the hospital, and was beat.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," she said with a lovely tired smile, and we embraced.

"So are you sweetheart," I said. "I missed you. I wish you had come to visit me over the winter."

"Looking back on it now, I feel like I should have," she said. "I guess I didn't want to upstage Becka. I know what seeing you meant to her."

"You know, I don't think she would have minded," I said. "She's very cool about you and me. Even told her friends about it."

"She what?" Lee said, surprised. "I don't know if I like that idea. People are gonna start thinking we're all nut jobs."

"No, it wasn't like that at all," I said. "Hanna and Megan are cool. And they're sorta part of the family now too."

"Steven Mills!" she said, sounding stern but with a partial smile on her face. "Did you have sex with all of those girls? I guess I should have known," she said, shaking her head but still smiling. "What am I gonna do with you . . ."

"A glass of wine and a slow fuck?" I said. "I seem to recall you like that kind of thing."

"Give me half an hour to clean up," she said with an even bigger smile.

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The next day I finished up Ginny's door frame and installed some better locks on her doors and windows. She was at work, but hid a key outside for me to get in. While I was cleaning up Lindsey called.

"Hi Steve," she said.

"Hey Linny, how ya doin'?"

"I'm good. You working today?" she asked.

"Yup, new customer from yesterday. Just finishing things up. She should be home from work pretty soon."

"You sound happy. She good in the sack?" Lindsey asked, with a smile in her voice.

"Ha!" I said. "What's that, your woman's intuition or something?"

"You have any plans yet for Saturday night?" she asked.

"Nothin' yet," I said. "I'd love to get together with you if you want."

"Good," she said. "I want to have a playroom party to welcome you home."

"Cool, who's gonna be there," I asked.

"I'm just starting to gather people, but I figured I better check with you since you're the guest of honor," she said. "Ron and Kathy are in, and Julia and Carol. Barb and Ed can't make it, Greta's traveling, and Ronnie said Penny can't make it. I wanted to invite your friends Chrissy and Ally — I still haven't met them yet."

"They're both married, so I don't know if they'll be able to make it or not," I said. "I'll get in touch with them and find out."

"We always need more guys at these things, so can you call your friend Mark?" she asked. "Ron's got a friend he used to work with that he's gonna invite too. Anybody else you can think of?"

"My neighbor Lee's been seeing a guy. I want her to be there, and maybe she'll invite him," I said. "And this new girl Ginny. I'm in her house right now. She's a lot of fun, and she's been struggling with her sex life lately. I don't know if she's into groups, but I bet she'd love it."

"Okay Steve, let me know who you get," she said. "Eight o'clock Saturday, OK? I'll let you get back to work."

"Bye Linny."

As soon as I hung up Ginny got home.

"This is too nice coming home to you," she said. "I could get used to this." She paused for a moment and looked at me across the room. "I want to come over and hug you. Would that be too much?"

"Are you kidding? You're one of the harem now," I said, walking to her and kissing her.

"I'm surprised at myself for liking the idea," she said, wrapping her arms around me.

"Before I forget, I just got off the phone with a friend of mine who's planning a party Saturday night. How do you feel about orgies?" I asked with a smile.

Ginny tried to stifle a laugh, but it broke through, and she had an 'Are you serious?' look on her face. I waited for an answer.

"Seriously?" she giggled.

"Yeah," I said. "Trust me, it's a lot of fun. Her name's Lindsey, and she built — well, I built — this room in her house just for, shall we say, amorous gatherings. It's pretty awesome."

"So . . . how many people are we talking about," she asked, looking very unsure of the whole idea.

"It sounded like maybe seven or eight women and five guys," I said. "But I totally understand if you're not into it. That's cool. Think it over though. It's a ton of fun, and after what you told me yesterday, a little zing in your sex life might be good for ya."

"You call gettin' fucked by a bunch of guys I just met in front of a bunch of other people 'a little zing'?" she asked with a nervous giggle. "Wow, I guess I've led a sheltered life."

"Not to mention the women," I said. "They've all got talented tongues. You might go places you've never been. Maybe even discover some new planets while you're out there."

"Jesus, you should be a salesman," she said.

"Get your orgies here!" I said in a loud carnival barker voice. "Saturday night! Free admission with this golden ticket!"

Ginny burst out laughing. "How the hell am I supposed to resist you?" she said. "You're fuckin' irresistible. All right, I'll go to your orgy. Don't be surprised if I cling to you though — it's gonna take every once of courage that I've got."

"I wouldn't steer you wrong Ginny," I said. "These are some of the nicest people you'll ever meet. You'll feel comfortable in no time. It's at eight Saturday night. We'll meet somewhere so you can go in with me. Wear some nice lingerie. Lindsey likes it when everybody wears their best sexy stuff."

"This is crazy," she said, shaking her head again. "Do you realize you've turned my life completely upside-down in twenty-four hours time? Fuck."

"Don't mind if I do," I said, and I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

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Saturday afternoon rolled around, and everyone but Chrissy had accepted Lindsey's invitation. I was disappointed, but figured it would be difficult for her to do that kind of thing. Even though it was out of her way, Ginny wanted to meet at my camp. She was nervous, and relaxing with me and meeting Lee ahead of time would be good for her. Lee was nervous too — she was at Penny's painting party and got a taste of the big group thing, but Connie's death cut that short and she never got to experience the full-on wildness of a close quarters orgy. And bringing the guy from work she'd been seeing made her nervous too, but she decided to do it.

Ginny came over at five o'clock and I showed her around the place and gave her a tour of the boat. She fell in love with the old girl, as everybody does. For that reason alone Connie's name on the old boat was fitting. Lee and her gentleman friend came over and the two girls hit it off immediately. Their personalities are very much alike, even if they look like opposites — Lee a svelte, blue-eyed blond, and Ginny a more robust dark-eyed brunette.




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Lee's friend Stewart was a nice guy — tall and slim, with a nice friendly face. He was kind of quiet and seemed like the kind of guy who would keep Lee's secrets around the hospital. We barbecued some burgers on my deck, drank some wine, and enjoyed the spring weather.

We arrived at Lindsey's promptly at eight. It was awesome seeing everybody after my long winter away. As I was greeting everybody Ally surprised me by coming out of Lindsey's kitchen with Chrissy in tow.

"I've missed you Steve," Chrissy said, looking radiant and as stunning as ever.

We shared a sweet kiss and whispered our love into each others ears.

"Get a room you two," Lindsey said, and everybody laughed. "All right, you know the drill. Down to your skivvies everybody. There's rooms down the hall to change in if you want. The bar is downstairs in the playroom. I'll see you down there."

Lindsey was already in her 'skivvies,' a fringed florescent blue teddy that was completely transparent. She answered the door in it, as usual, and she had a blue flower in her hair, which was a nice touch.

Folks gradually mingled their way into the playroom. Ginny and Lee came in together after changing out of their street clothes. Ginny stuck close to me, as she said she would, but I could already tell upstairs that she was loosening up and enjoying her new acquaintances. Her choice of outfit surprised me — a one piece, skin tight spandex body suit in a silvery black color, with full coverage of her arms and legs, but crotchless and with a big cut-out for her ample tits, which were bare and beautiful with big hard nipples.

"For someone who was nervous about this, you didn't hold back on the lingerie," I said as I admired her. "You look hot girl."

"I thought it would help me feel kinda covered up, but I was very very wrong," she said with a nervous giggle.

"Don't worry, everybody'll be naked soon," I said. "But you might want to keep that on for some variety. It's fuckin' hot, I'm tellin' ya."

Everybody was mingling and having drinks mixed by Ron and his smiling friend Dave when Lindsey came in and turned down the music.

"We've got a new tradition here in the playroom since Steve was last here," Lindsey said loudly. "A five-hundred-dollar prize for sexiest lingerie." She walked around and handed everyone a slip of paper. "Take a look around before you vote. There's a pencil at the bar to mark your favorite."

Everyone was buzzing, walking around looking at all the sexy ladies. The extroverts among them were posing and giving it all they had. The votes were cast and Lindsey asked me to count them up. I whispered the winner in her ear and she took off her heels and climbed up on the giant bed.

"So," she said to everybody. "Our Steve has returned to us. This is a big deal — for those of you who don't know — because he brought us all together, and our lives have been better ever since."

"Mine has too," I said with a smile.

"He also built this room, which is totally awesome. So welcome home Steve. Here's to a great summer." She raised her glass and we all drank to her toast. "Now, onto the winner of the contest. How cool is it that it was a nearly unanimous vote, with only one vote against, and we all know who didn't vote for herself . . . GINNY!"

There were whoops and hollers, and Ginny laughed with her face in her hand, blushing and embarrassed. Lindsey climbed down from the big bed and gave her five crisp one-hundred dollar bills.

"Sweet!" I said to Ginny as she continued to giggle. "And well deserved."

She chatted with Lindsey and Kathy about where she got the wild skin-suit. "It's like Spanks," she told them. "It makes me look twenty pounds lighter and smooths all my cupcake fat."

While they were chatting I went over and gave Chrissy and Ally another hug. Ally had on a little ruffly pink chemise that made her look adorable, and Chrissy was wearing a see-through black lace mini dress, with a halter top to encase her big beauties. Stunning was the only word, but that was usually the word that fit her best.

"This is wild," Chrissy said. "You built this room?"

"Yup," I said. "Lindsey had a vision."

The music was up again, Julia and Carol had my friend Mark on the big bed and were gettin' busy with him, and Kathy had Ron's friend Dave's cock in her already, which didn't surprise me.

"Come here often big boy?" Ally asked me with a smile, and she slipped her hand in my shiny silver silk boxer shorts.

I looked over at Ginny to make sure she was OK — she and Ron were embroiled in a passionate kiss by the bar — and took Ally and Chrissy's hands and led them onto the big bed.

Within moments the whole room had exploded in a sexual frenzy. Lindsey and her playroom had cast their spell again. Lingerie was discarded on the floor, and naked bodies were woven together in a beautiful sexual tapestry across the huge bed. The glorious sounds of sex and cries of love mingled with the sweetly throbbing music, and the dim, swirling colored lights cast an erotic glow over the proceedings.

Ginny did indeed keep her paint-thin body suit on and looked like a silvery black comic book girl, getting the shit fucked out of her by every guy, and head-spinning attention from all the girls. When I got to her she was wild eyed and flying.

"Didn't I tell you you'd have fun," I said to her as I massaged her bright-pink, well fucked pussy.

"Fuck Steve," she could barely say, "Where have you guys been all my life."

"We're here now sweetheart," I said as I pressed into her missionary style, and fucked her slow.

"You're sweating, you wanna get out of that thing?" I asked.

I stood her up on wobbly legs and peeled the spandex off her moist, glistening body.

"New skin in the room," Lindsey said loudly.

Ginny giggled at the attention, and her body was quickly engulfed by hands and mouths as I fucked her hard on her back with her legs up on my shoulders. She flew into orbit, and may have found those new planets I mentioned the other day.

Kathy, as usual, lost her mind. The combination of three new cocks plus mine back in her again had her once again in a near hypnotized state of sexual abandon.

"She gonna be all right?" I asked Ron at one point.

"Yeah, she's cool man," he said. "That's just Kath. I've gotten used to it and kinda enjoy watching her now. She's fuckin' wild man. It's funny though — she goes right back into normal life the next day, like nothin' happened."

I spent some quality 'alone' time with Chrissy, on the big white couch. A glorious sixty-nine — serenaded by orgasmic screams and chorus's of moans from the bed — reconnected us with each other in a beautiful way, taking my mind back to Penny's camp and our first group experience together.

As the night wore on some folks filtered out. Julia had a book signing at a library the next morning so she and Carol left. I couldn't help but smile thinking about her sitting there with a sore pussy signing all those books for her little children fans.

Eventually, in the wee hours of the morning, it was down to Lindsey and Ginny and me, sitting at Lindsey's kitchen table eating leftover pizza in our birthday suits.

"This was Ginny's first group experience," I said to Lindsey.

"Oh Ginny, isn't it marvelous?" she said. "I remember my first time, with Steve and two of my girlfriends. I remember thinking 'why haven't I done this before?'"

"I was thinking that all night," Ginny said. "The overwhelming sensuality of it, it's just so . . . it's better than any drugs I ever tried, that's for sure."

"Oh Steve sweetie, you got any more of that wacky weed?" Lindsey said with excited eyes.

"Sorry Linny, all gone," I said.

"Oh poo!" she said, and I laughed.

"Maybe I'll get some more," I said. "I wanna make a trip up to my friend Jayne's place and see how she's making out. She doesn't have a phone so I've lost touch with her."

We gathered our things and got dressed. Ginny's body suit was soggy from all her perspiration, so Lindsey gave her a bag to put it in.

"I probably lost a few pounds," Ginny said. "It was like working out wrapped in plastic like the boxers used to do."

"You should turn it into an exercise book and go on the Today Show," Lindsey laughed. "Fuck your way to a better body, and win five-hundred dollars doing it."

"Holy shit, I forgot the money!" Ginny said, and she scurried off down the stairs to the playroom to retrieve it from the top of the bar.

"She's a delight," Lindsey said. "Where do you keep finding these wonderful women?"

"They find me," I said, and I smiled. "In the yellow pages."

Lindsey laughed. "Let your fingers do the walking."

Ginny rejoined us at the table. "This night suddenly feels a little strange," she laughed. "Five cocks in me and five-hundred dollars in my hand."

"Nice work if you can get it," I said.

"You know," Lindsey said, "we've only done the contest twice, and it's never even been close to a unanimous vote. You rocked the house Ginny."

"I haven't felt even remotely close to 'sexy' in years. You have no idea what this does for my state of mind," Ginny said, holding up the five crisp bills.

"Oh, I know exactly what it does honey," Lindsey said. "Two years ago I was walking around looking like a middle aged church lady before Steve and Julia and Carol helped me out with a day of shopping. That one simple thing changed my life in so many ways. Made me realize I was so much more than I had given myself credit for."

"Ginny smiled at the money in her hand and looked proud of herself. "Yeah!" she said defiantly. "I am sexy God damn it!"

"Damn straight!" I said.

"You know, just about every man in town makes his way to the clambake place I work at sooner or later," she said. "Why shouldn't I dress sexy and snag one of them? I think there might be a new me in town."

"Now your talkin' girlfriend!" Lindsey said with a big smile. "See what five cocks in one night does for a girl? Clarifies everything," she laughed.

———————

At 3 AM Ginny turned her Subaru into my long driveway to drop me off. It was close to a full moon and the yard was lit up with dark, silvery light, the same color as the sexy body suit Ginny wore at the party.

"Wanna have a look at the river?" I said. "It's beautiful on a night like this."

We walked to the dock and I made sure Connie's lines were secure.

"I've never slept on a boat before," Ginny said, with the moonlight catching her twinkling eyes.

I took her hand and we climbed aboard. Down in the forward cabin, the soft bed enveloped us like a cloud as the big boat moved gently beneath us. Ginny's warm hand had my tired cock ready for one more gentle round, and we fucked ever so slowly in the near darkness, and drifted off to sleep.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 37



Three weeks into the 'partnership' with Ron things were going smoothly. I had caught up with some of my old customers, and made a sweet new friend in Ginny. Ron took care of all the phone work, so my job was easy. We talked late every afternoon to plan out the next day, and things were rolling along nicely.

"Hey buddy," his friendly voice crackled through the cell phone. "Got a new customer. I'm in the middle of the Miller job, so you get the honors."

The next morning I pulled in to an almost nonexistent driveway and shut off my engine. The yard was overgrown, and the house looked like it was crumbling. The siding looked like it had been scraped for paint two or three decades ago, never painted and left to weather, and it was hidden behind two big cedar trees that had started out as shrubs on either side of the front steps. They were concealing most of the house, and rubbing against the siding, wearing the wood away when the wind blew. Three cats were prowling around when a woman in an apron came out the unpainted and faded front door.

"You are handy?" she asked in a thick accent that sounded like Russian.

"Handyman, yes," I said. "Steve Mills. I work with Ron."

"Good, yes," she said. "Lot work for you."

Her name was Zoya, and as I was to find out, she was a Russian mail order bride. The man who had sent for her and married her was an eccentric old gentleman who had lived alone his whole life and decided he wanted a woman to call his own before he died. I'm not sure how long he lasted, or how long they were married, but he died a month before Zoya called Ron and me. She wanted to be able to sell the house when the estate was finalized, but it had some problems the realtor told her she needed to fix first. She walked me around and showed me a few things.

"They say safety issue," she said in her charming broken English, pointing out the wooden back steps which were completely rotted. "Can you fix nice?"

"Sure I can build some new steps. Something simple since you're gonna sell the place, right?"

"Yes, simple, yes," she said.

She showed me a broken basement window where the cats were coming and going, and a wobbly railing on the staircase to the second floor.

"They also say I need smoke dektors. What is that smoke dektors?" she asked.

"Smoke detectors," I said. "They're electronic devices that go on the ceiling that set off an alarm if you have a fire."

"Okay, yes, smoke dektors," she said, "I need. They said more, but only this things I have to have."

"Okay," I said. "Let me make a list and go pick up some supplies, and I'll be back in about an hour to get started."

I went to the nearby home center and picked up what I needed, and drove back to the decrepit old house. I got started on the back steps, and the spring day was warm. When I'd worked up a sweat I took off my shirt and let the sun bake into my fading winter tan, which had reached its peak on the beach with Becka in Fort Lauderdale. After an hour or so Zoya came out to see me.

"I cook you lunch?" she asked with her first nice smile.

"Yes, thank you, that would be nice," I said, smiling back at her.

She held my gaze for longer than I expected, and turned and disappeared into the house. Half an hour later wonderful smells drifted out of the open windows, and my stomach started growling. Half an hour after that Zoya came out to get me.

She watched me pull my shirt on and I went in the house with her. She sat me down at a small metal topped table in the kitchen and fed me cabbage soup and small meat pie things she called 'pirozhki,' with a delicious meat and vegetable filling. She didn't sit down with me at first.

"Aren't you eating?" I asked as she hovered over the stove, watching to see if I liked what she gave me.

"No, you eat all," she said.

"I'd like you to join me," I said. "It's delicious, but there's way more than I can eat."

"A Russian big like you would eat all," she said with a sly smile, and she reluctantly sat down with me and took a pirozhki for herself.

"This is the best lunch anybody's ever made for me," I said, lying a little as I thought back to Chrissy's wonderful lunches which were equally good.

Zoya smiled, and I smiled back. She was a beautiful woman, in her late twenties, with the full body of someone who'd eaten a lot of this kind of heavy cooking. Nicely curvy though, although her big apron had concealed a lot of her since I had gotten there. If the photograph the old gentleman had chosen her from was of her shining face, I could certainly understand why he picked her. But I'm guessing the picture showed at least some cleavage, which I was pretty sure was immense and lovely based on the way the apron draped over her.

"More shchi?" she asked, gesturing at the soup bowl.

"No thank you," I said. "It's delicious though, very good."

As we ate we talked a little bit about her life here, and the whole 'mail order bride' thing.

"It was scary, yes," she said. "My family thought crazy. But it's good . . . it was good."

"Your husband was good to you?" I asked.

"Oh yes, good," she said. "Very good gentleman. Old though. Not any . . . how you say . . . playtime." She smiled nervously and looked down at her plate. 

"Was that difficult?" I asked, worried I was getting to personal.

"I got use to," she said, looking a bit wistful.

She got up and brought a plate over from the counter and set it down next to me. It looked like some sort of a cake type thing with a cheesecake like filling in the middle.

"Vatrushka," she said with a lovely roll of the tongue, and she cut me a big piece.

I learned one thing that day — the old gentleman she was married to didn't die of starvation. I got up from the table and thanked her, and she looked up at me.

"You are big like some Russians I used to know," she said with a little smile and a twinkle in her eye.

I went back to work, shirtless again in the warm spring sun, and could hear Voya washing dishes and pots and pans as I put her new steps together. At one point, when she had moved on to another room, I could hear her singing a Russian song. It was very faint and I'm sure she didn't realize I could hear her.

A while later she came out to see how I was doing, and she had changed her clothes. Gone was the frumpy old dress covered up with the big apron. Instead she had on another casual day dress, this one belted to show the ample curve of her hips, and the cleavage I envisioned was on full display. Not overly so — it was tastefully shown off — but it was indeed a place a man could get lost in.

"Don't you look nice!" I said with a smile. "As beautiful as this nice spring day."

She smiled shyly. "You get sunburn on shoulder," she said. "I get something."

She scurried off and came back with a tube of sunscreen.

"Thank you," I said, and I reached out for it.

"I do for you," she said.

She came up behind me and squirted some of the cool lotion on each of my shoulders and started to massage it in. Soon she was down my back, and then her hands came around my sides and up onto my chest.

"Okay?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, very okay," I said, and I felt her body press against my back as she continued the chest massage.

When she slowed I turned to face her and she looked up at me hopefully.

"Playtime?" I asked quietly.

She just about melted into me, as if it was a word she'd waited a lifetime to hear.

I kissed her gently, and her kiss back to me quickly grew in intensity. It seemed as if she was ravenously trying to consume my mouth and face. The woman clearly had a huge appetite waiting to be satisfied, and I sensed some fireworks ready to explode.

She hiked-up her dress and squatted, giving me a glimpse of her plain white panties, and she went to work unfastening my pants, saying something in Russian as she did it. We were out in the open in the backyard, but the landscaping was so overgrown it was quite private even though we were surrounded by other houses.

She exclaimed something in Russian when my cock made its appearance, and she looked up at me with a happy glint in her eyes right before engulfing me in her hungry mouth. She consumed my big hard cock like a starving woman.

"Big like Russian friend," she said at one point, but there was very little talking — she didn't want to take the time.

"We fuck, yes?" she asked hopefully when she had gotten her fill.

"Yes," I said, nodding and smiling at the lovely voracious woman looking up at me.

She started unbuttoning her dress and it was open to the waist by the time she stood. She flicked open the belt, deftly opened the lower buttons, and the dress fell to the ground. Her body was the very definition of 'rubenesque' — overweight by today's standards, yes, but smooth and curvy and extraordinarily womanly. She smiled when she saw the pleased look on my face. Her tits were huge, and as natural as the clouds in the sky. For the time being they remained caged in her every-day white bra as she slipped off her cotton panties and bent over with her hands on the new steps I was building. Her ass was full and round, and her pink pussy was big-lipped and seemed to draw me in. She was so wet I slipped in easily, but it was a nice tight place to play, and felt incredible.

"Oh Ya! . . . Ya! . . . Ya!" she exclaimed loudly as I entered and started a slow fuck.

More Russian words poured from her mouth, often quite loud, and she seemed unconcerned about any neighbors hearing her in her heightened state of arousal. I fucked Zoya hard, with my hands on her fleshy hips, our bodies slapping together loudly as my hard piston cleaned the rust out of her freshly oiled cylinder.

"YA! . . . YA! . . . YA!" she yelled, loud enough to be heard a block away.

I kept up the pace and her "YA!'s" got quieter until she was grunting them through clenched teeth, and she finally came with a deep, powerful grunt that nearly shook the ground.

I continued to thrust into her slowly, and more Russian words were uttered, breathlessly this time. She slipped off of my cock, turned around and was on her knees, sucking my hard meat into her eager mouth again, every bit as hungry as before, if not more so.

I reached behind her and opened the clasp on her bra, which sprung open like a rubber band as her tits expanded to their natural state. Her nipples were huge and hard, with soft pink areolas as big in diameter as a baseball.

She tugged at my hand and rolled onto the grass next to me, her beautiful big tits oozing slightly off the sides of her as she lay on her back. I quickly stripped off my work boots and pants, and dove into her glistening pussy for my own feast, my tongue finding her hot spots and lifting her back up to the clouds.

"Oh Ya!" she said again as she began her journey. "Is good! . . . Is good!"

She came again, quietly mumbling something in Russian with her legs vibrating in the air.

Zoya smiled at me sweetly as she regained her composure. My hands couldn't resist playing with her tits, and I sucked a big nipple into my mouth making her moan.

"You like here?" she said, running two fingers between her tits, seeming to mimic a tit fuck.

"I do" I said, smiling, and her smile grew.

I straddled her above the waist and she took my rock hard meat and squeezed it between her supremely soft globes. She spit on her hand to lubricate things and smiled up at me before returning her gaze to the action, watching as my big cock thrust out between her tightly squeezed tits. I was quickly reaching the point of no return when she positioned her mouth so I slid onto her tongue at the end of each thrust. I came hard, pumping streams of hot cream onto her shining face and into her hungry mouth.

"She mumbled something in Russian as she tasted my cum and swallowed it, a look of pure bliss radiating across her pretty, cum splattered face. She took the tip of my cock into her mouth and sucked me dry.

Just then a neighborhood boy came around the corner of her house, only ten feet away from us, pushing a lawnmower with one hand, and holding a can of gas in the other. He froze when he saw us, and Zoya and I froze too.

"Sorry!" he said after a long look at his cum splattered neighbor, and he turned and pulled the lawnmower back out of sight.

Zoya threw her head back onto the soft grass and started laughing, a wonderful, hearty laugh that drifted up toward the heavens. She was back in the world of the sexual, and she loved it.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 38



"Got a job for both of us buddy. A huge ceiling fan," Ron's friendly voice said over the telephone. "We got new customers you haven't met yet. It's a big money house sorta over near Connie's old place. They got an indoor pool and want a huge fan over it, so I ordered one of these Big Ass things. It's fuckin' huge — fourteen feet in diameter. We're gonna have to set up a scaffold across the pool, definitely a two man job."

"Cool," I said. "When do you want to do it?"

"Well the fan just got here, so tomorrow man," he said. "We'll rent the scaffold stuff in the morning. I'll meet you at Micky D's at seven."

The next morning I had breakfast with Ron at McDonald's, and he filled me in on the job.

"I picked them up as customers right after you left last fall," he said. "Another frustrated lonely housewife situation, like Chrissy and Ally. Tina's really great, but it was all really hands off and professional at first, and I played it cool. Then she started calling for small shit, and I could tell she just liked havin' me around. One time it blew up and we fucked our brains out — it was awesome. And then nothing. I've been back to fix some stuff, but it's all hands off again, which is fine, you know, 'cause she's married and isn't comfortable with it. That's cool."

"Yeah, well Chrissy and Ally have a tough balancing act they pull off somehow," I said. "But it's not easy for them I'm sure, when they're in that kind of situation."

"Yeah, it's not easy man," he said. "I just thought I'd fill you in on Tina before we get over there."

We picked up the scaffold and I followed Ron over to the house. It was huge with a stone veneer on the front, and a security gate at the end of the brick driveway.

Tina came out to greet Ron, and he introduced me. She was very attractive, probably mid-forties, with well styled shoulder-length dark hair and lovely dark eyebrows framing dark blue eyes. She had an easy smile, and I could see why Ron liked her.

We unloaded the scaffold parts, and walked them around to the back of the house and into the glass roofed atrium that housed the swimming pool. It was warm and humid inside, and would be even warmer up near the roof with the sun beating down. I was wishing I had been smart like Ron and worn shorts. We were both shirtless within moments of starting.

We set up the scaffolding on both sides of the pool, and hoisted the long aluminum plank up across the water. Ron was well prepared with conduit and clips to fasten it to the metal framing of the atrium, and by lunchtime we had the electrical roughed in and the wire pulled. Tina had told us she was ordering pizza, and it came just at the right time. I started to pull my t-shirt on.

"If you're doing that for me, don't bother. I'm enjoying the scenery," she said. "I'll meet you boys out on the deck. It's nice and shady."

She brought out the pizza, and a pitcher of home-made lemonade, and the three of us chatted about the weather and how the job was going.

"Do you have a lot more to do?" she asked.

"No, we'll probably be done in less than two hours at this rate," Ron said. "One of us'll put the fan together while the other sets up the switching, and then hanging it should be a piece of cake."

"Good, then you'll have time for a swim to cool off before his highness comes home," she said.

We finished off the pizza and got back to work. Ron was assembling the fan when Tina came out to have a look.

"Big Ass Fan?" she laughed when she saw the box. "Is that supposed to be some kind of sarcasm or something?" she said.

She stuck her ass out toward Ron and smiled. It was indeed a healthy booty. A round bubble-butt that was a bit big, but plenty attractive.

"You know how I feel about that," Ron said with a smile as he looked at her ass, and I could see Tina blush from twenty feet away.

She glanced my way and then sauntered back into the house. I don't know if she was swingin' it more than usual, but it was a lovely wiggle.

We hung the fan, attached the long blades, and switched it on. It moved a lot of air and looked great doing it, and Ron was well satisfied. We quickly broke down the scaffolding and cleaned things up.

"That's so awesome!" Tina said as she brought out another pitcher of lemonade, dressed in a fancy silk robe. "I love it!"

Ron and I made one last trip to our trucks to clean up, and when we returned Tina was in the pool, doing the backstroke completely naked.

"Last one in's a rotten egg," she smiled, treading water at the deep end.

I let Ron make the first move. His boots and shorts were off in no time and he dove in naked. I lost my clothes in short order and followed him into the blissfully cool water. We both stayed a respectful distance from Tina, letting her make a move if she wanted to. She did.

She swam to Ron as he stood against the wall, played with his cock with her hands under the water, and kissed him.

"You know I want this every time, but it's awkward, right?" she said to him.

"I know baby, it's fine," he said. "Ya gotta do what ya gotta do."

"I know what I gotta do right now," she said. "You guys are gonna fill me up, like I saw in the porn."

"We're at your service baby," Ron said. "Just tell us what you want."

I was floating nearby, listening intently.

"I watched it last night, after you called and told me you'd both be here today," she said. "I was watching three-way stuff, and there was this one girl, they both fucked her at the same time, one regular and one in her . . . in her butt." She paused and looked nervous. "You know how to do that? I want to feel like she felt."

"I think that could be arranged," Ron said, and he kissed her. "Anything ever been in that end before?"

She shook her head nervously.

"You sure about this," Ron asked. "That's pretty wild stuff."

She nodded silently but eagerly, and she looked over at me as I floated my way over and stood next to her.

"You'll be gentle, right," she asked.

"Until you tell us not to be," Ron said with a sly smile.

Her hand found my cock under the water, and she had Ron's in her other hand.

"God I love big men," she said breathily, her nostrils flaring and her eyes darting back and forth, looking through the water at what her hands were doing.

I leaned in and kissed her, and she moaned deeply as she explored a new, unfamiliar man.

I lifted her up onto the side of the pool and kissed my way from her knees to her pussy. She tasted like pool water at first, but as soon as my tongue penetrated her outer lips I found the delicious taste of woman, and she moaned and trembled as she felt my tongue on her most sensitive flesh. Ron jumped up and sat next to her, and she pumped his hard wet cock with her fist as his mouth moved in on her dripping wet tits. They were lovely tits, big enough to balance her big booty nicely, a sexy pair with a slight sag and a wonderful ski jump shape. She responded to Ron's mouth on them with a sharp moan and another tremble.

She was obviously at a high level of excitement and anticipation, and it didn't take long for Ron and I to take her to a blistering orgasm. She seemed to levitate up of the tile floor, and her shrieks echoed off the glass walls and roof of the atrium, sounding like wild animals in a zoo. It was a wonderful thing to watch and be a part of — she was on her way to new territory, already high up on the road to making a new dream come true.

There was no holding back on her part after her big orgasm. It seemed to trigger every hormonal switch in her body, and she lunged her head down onto Ron's throbbing cock, seemingly ready to eat it right off of his body.

"Fuck!" he said as she went at it like a starving animal.

I kept at her pussy with my mouth, nibbling and sucking and licking, and she came again. She screamed onto Ron's cock, his wet meat acting like a mute in the mouth of a trumpet, mellowing her scream to a more musical pitch as her body shook.

I wanted desperately to plunge my cock into her, but she was too high out of the water. I jumped up next to her on the wet tile, and her hand found my cock as she continued her furious blow-job on Ron's. She took a quick breather and switched to her other side, engulfing me in her hungry mouth and pumping Ron hard with her fist.

"Holy shit!" she said, sitting up between us catching her breath with a hard cock in both hands. "You boys ready to fuck the shit out of me?" she said, looking back and forth between us.

She got up and sauntered her sexy naked body over to a chaise lounge, which she flattened. Ron and I followed, our cocks pointing the way. I noticed a container of Vaseline on the tile floor next to the lounge - Tina was well prepared and ready, and she knew just what she wanted.

"I want one in my pussy and one in my mouth first," she said matter-of-factly as she got on her hands and knees. "You can switch off if you want."

Ron was behind her, so he slipped in first, and she just about flew off the lounge when she felt him start fucking her hard with no warning. She gobbled up my cock, whimpering and trying to say 'Oh fuck!' with her mouth full. When she was close to cumming again, he pulled out and we switched ends. I slipped in easily and was soon slapping against her beautiful round ass.

"Fuck, you're huge!" she said as Ron slipped out of her mouth and she looked back at me with her eyes starting to roll. "Ohhh ffffuucckk!" she said, as she came again, barely able to get the words to roll out of her pretty mouth. Her head was down on the lounge cushion, her arms hung off the sides like a rag doll and her body moved rhythmically into me, egging me on to continue my deep fuck as her orgasm ebbed and flowed for a long while.

"What the fuck!" she said quietly, the two of us finally motionless, her head laying limp on the cushion, her ass still high with me deep in her pussy. "I could feel you way up in my stomach," she smiled. "That's fuckin' crazy!"

We gave her pussy a break and she sat up and sucked us both off, Ron on one side of her and me on the other.

"You guys got magic cocks," she said breathlessly. "How do you keep going like this?"

"We're waitin' for the grand finale baby," Ron said, and Tina puffed out her cheeks and exhaled loud through her lips.

"Fuck!" she said quietly, with nervous anticipation in her eyes.

She went back to sucking us both, and her lust seemed to grow as the minutes ticked away.

"On your back Steve," she finally said, as she stood up.

I did as requested, and Tina mounted me.

"Fuckin' Christ that's amazing!" she said as she sunk down and I filled her again.

She lowered her head down and kissed me, deep, passionate and hungry. Her hips were fucking me in a most delightful way, and I was glad when she slowed so I could regain my equilibrium.

"Use some lube Ronnie," she said looking back at him.

The anticipation had her nearly hyperventilating, and her eyes were wild as her hips gave me another wonderful series of gyrations.

Ron straddled the lounge with his big legs, and smeared a dollop of Vaseline on Tina's asshole, making her squirm.

"Fuck yeah!" she said under her breath.

"You ready baby?" he asked.

"Do it," she said seductively.

Ron started to work into her as I fucked up into her pussy ever so slowly.

"Holy shit!" she said, her voice suddenly low and rumbly, exhaling hard through her nostrils like a wild animal.

"Oh baby!" Ron said, feeling the compression on his big meat as he worked it in.

Tina was grunting and moaning with her back arched and her hands on my chest, presenting her big tits to me to fondle. She was no longer able to speak — the pre-historic cave woman in her took over, and there was nothing but raw, sexual instinct at play. Her lovely body took it all in, and radiated it out again as pure energy. The fire we filled her with rocketed around inside her and oozed out as uncontrolled movements and noises. She was free — free of the constraints of being the 'good wife', the 'sensible one', the 'good girl.' For a few glorious minutes she was as free as free can be.

Tina came in a blistering, flailing release, and Ron came deep in her ass, his own eyes rolling back as much as Tina's. I guess it was seeing Ron up there that kept me from going over. I was close, but no cigar. Tina was spent, and she lay limp on me, groaning as Ron pulled out, and then she started to laugh. It was a tired, quiet laugh, but lovely, and showed she had no regrets.

"You guys are fuckin' awesome," she said, lifting her head up a little. "I can't believe how amazing that felt. Switch around, lets do it again."

"Give me a minute baby, Jesus!" Ron said.

"Why Ronnie! I've never seen you at a loss before," she laughed.

"Fuck," he said, rubbing his cock a little, like it had just been through the ringer. "That's gonna blow your mind Stevie."

"Jump in the pool and clean it off," she said to Ron. "I wanna suck you hard again."

While Ron took a plunge in the pool, Tina got up off of me and turned around for a quick sixty-nine. Ron came back dripping wet and straddled the lounge again so Tina could alternate between our cocks while I nibbled on her tender pussy. She was pushing the limits of her deep-throat abilities, gagging and grunting as her lust kicked into high gear again.

"Fuuuucckk!" she said in a deep, animalistic voice when her mouth was empty for a second.

She was breathing heavy and still grunting as she got up. "Switch," she said.

I got up and she pushed Ron down and mounted him, both of them letting out loud groans as her pussy was filled with throbbing cock again.

"Do it!" she said forcefully, looking back over her shoulder at me with fire in her eyes.

I smeared another dollop of Vaseline on her asshole, and her whole body jumped when she felt it. It was bigger than before but still looked impossibly small to get my rock hard cock into, so I smeared a little on the head and pressed it in.

"Fuck!" she said sharply as the first little bit popped in.

The words stopped and the animalistic grunts took over as I pressed in further. She was sweating profusely, like someone in a sauna, every inch of her lovely body glistening and dripping as she writhed and grunted. Somehow I was fully into her, balls deep in the most amazing feeling place my cock had ever been. I started a slow thrust.

"Oh FUCK!" I said, my own voice echoing loudly off the glass walls.

I looked at the great outdoors through the all glass pool atrium and it struck me what a bold move this was for Tina. A neighbor or landscape worker could walk around the back of her house and there we were. Or her husband could come home unexpectedly. Having just met her, I had no idea what was going on in her head to get her to this point. I've had time to get to know the other married women I have relationships with, and understand pretty well what makes them tick and their motivations for being with me. But here was Tina, a married woman I had just met, and I was embroiled with her in the most intimate, intense sexual act of my life, fucking her in the ass while my best friend fucked her pussy.

Tina was lost in the sensation, and her grunts slowly rose in pitch until she was squealing. I fucked her hard, and nearly squealed myself, the feeling on my red hot cock unlike anything I'd ever felt. Tina's screeching, squealing orgasm was a monster, and I came deep inside her, the tightness forcing a more powerful ejaculation than ever before. If I wasn't deep inside her I would have shot clear across the room.

"Fuuucckk!" I groaned, and Tina's contracting ass muscles kept me cumming for what seemed like five minutes.

When it was over Tina was laying on Ron exhausted, but her body continued to twitch, and she jumped at every little touch and movement.

"Holy fuck!" was all she could quietly say as we all held still, two cocks still filling her holes.

We stayed that way, all breathing heavy, until Ron and I shrunk a bit and I pulled out, eliciting another sharp squeal from Tina.

"Did I tell ya?" Ron said to me with a knowing smile as I rubbed my abused feeling crotch.

We all made our way back into the pool, Tina walking gingerly with a very content look on her face.

"Did you feel like that girl in the porn?" I asked as she floated into the water.

"Better," she said, and she went under the water, coming up with a sexy smile.

She got out of the pool and walked to the house, her dripping wet perfectly round ass swinging seductively. She came back with three towels.

"You guys better get going," she said calmly. "His highness'll be home in about fifteen minutes."

Ron and I looked at each other and quickly got out of the water. We dried and dressed in no time, and kissed Tina as we went out the door.

"I'll have to come up with some more two man projects around here. Bye boys," she cooed as we left.

We were just exiting the security gate at the end of the driveway when the man of the house was getting there. We all waved and smiled, and I hoped he didn't notice our wet hair. He pulled up next to Ron and lowered his window.

"You boys get it in all right?" I heard him ask Ron.

"Yes sir, it went in just fine," Ron said. "Try it later, I think you'll like it."

"That's for Tina," he said. "If she's satisfied, I'm happy."

"Oh she's satisfied," Ron said. "She told us so more than once."

Tina's husband waved as he passed, and and Ron and I rolled on down the road.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 39



A gulp of cold beer splashed down my gullet after a long day of installing kitchen cabinets for a customer. My feet were up and I was completely relaxed, watching the boats go by outside my screened porch. Lee emerged from the trees next to the dock and approached with a tired smile on her pretty face.

"You're the best looking wild animal to come out of those woods all evening," I said as she entered the creaky screen door. "Help yourself to a drink sweetie. I'd get up and get it for you but I'm just as beat as you are today."

"Pretty customer?" she asked with a wink, and she went inside.

"Nope. Most of them are just regular jobs you know. We're not ripping our clothes off at every house we go to," I said loudly through the door.

Lee came back from the refrigerator with a fresh beer for me and one for herself.

"I know hun, I'm just kidding," she said. "I still think it's wild and crazy though. Especially Ronnie. I can't believe Kathy's cool with it all, but she seems to be."

"Well she's gettin' her's too," I said. "That seems to be keeping things in balance."

Lee snuggled up against me on the futon and we watched a dozen geese land on the calm river.

"Speaking of non-traditional relationships," she said, "I need to put in for vacation time pretty soon. Were you serious when you invited me on the boat a few weeks ago?"

"Absolutely," I said. "You never made it down this winter, so yeah, what do you wanna do? A weekend? A week? A month?"

"Well, anything more than a long weekend might be pushing it, what with you and my daughter being in love and all," she said.

"Yeah, I guess that is non-traditional," I said with a smile.

"It sure is," she said. "I know she won't mind us going, but let's do it when she's in Brazil for that trip she's doing for school. It'll be less weird for me if she's not around."

"Sounds great," I said. "Just give me the dates and I'll tell Ronnie."

———————

A week before our little getaway, our wild biker bartender friend Denise ended up in the emergency room again, beat up by another loser guy. Lee was working in the E.R. again when it happened, and helped to patch her up. The two of them had become good friends over the course of the past year, and Lee was really upset by the whole thing. Denise took some time off from her job to heal up and was staying with Lee at the river. Emma was home for the summer too, and the sight of the three of them in their bikinis sunning on the deck was enough to reanimate a dead guy.

"Jesus, I don't know if I can handle seeing the three of you like this very often," I said when I went over to say hello one morning.

They were sprawled out on lounge chairs in various states of bikini removal — Lee sitting normally, with both pieces on, reading a book; Emma on her stomach with her top off; and Denise flat on her back with her removed top draped over her small tits and her legs spread sensuously, letting the sun in to her creamy smooth inner thighs.

"There's our favorite lover," Denise said. "Just in time, we were gettin' horny."

"Dennie!" Lee said, shaking her head at her wild friend.

"What?" Denise shot back at her. "You're sweet little daughter's far from innocent you know. Steve makes us all happy from time to time, don't you Steve."

"I do my best," I said, leaning back against the deck railing, looking over my three blonde beauties.

Emma just smiled and giggled, as twenty-year-olds are wont to do when the topic turns sexual. Her ass looked particularly sweet, barely clad in her wispy thin cotton bikini bottom.

"I was just gonna go get a yogurt," Denise said, "but I can think of a better tasting source of protein. Whaddya say Stevie?"

"Jesus Dennie! At least go in the house," Lee said.

"Come here Stevie," Denise said. "We're all adults, and I haven't seen anybody on the river all morning."

I walked over to Denise, and she quickly unzipped my shorts.

"You're all fuckin' crazy people," Lee said, shaking her head again, but with a little smile this time. "Crazy orgy man moves in next door and the whole world goes nutty."

Emma giggled again, and lifted her head up off the lounge to get a better look as my half hard cock slipped into Denise's magical mouth. Of all the women I knew, Denise was the undisputed cock sucking champion, a grand master of the skill, and any chance I got to let her work her mastery on me I was going to take.

Emma could tell something special was going on, and she rolled over and raised the back of her lounge chair to watch, the milky white flesh of her lovely young tits almost glowing in the sunshine. Denise took me deep, massaging my cock with her throat and tongue muscles, and my balls with her hands. It was that combination, especially the particular way her hands massaged my balls and the area behind them, that seemed to affect me so much. She was relentless, with no regard to prolonging the activity, just a steady build in intensity that left no place to go but a massive orgasmic explosion and a big mouthful of hot cream.

"Ohhhh! Uhgggg!" I grunted, and my knees weakened as I pumped her mouth full. When she had wrung me dry I had to stagger to a seat, as I always do after she sucks me off. "Fuck!" I said quietly, barely able to speak, holding my shell-shocked crotch gently in my hand.

"Whoa!" Emma said quietly. "I've never seen him like that before!"

"Fuck!" I said quietly again, still trying to pull myself together.

"You'll show me?" Emma asked Denise, with big hopeful eyes.

"Sure sweetie," Denise said. "We better give him a few minutes to recover first though."

"Fuckin' crazy people," Lee said, her nose buried in her book. She shot me a sideways glance and a sexy smile. "Can we cover up please? It's not a nudist camp you know."

Emma giggled at her mother's attempts at trying to keep things under control, and she and Denise put on their tops. I retrieved my shorts, stopping along the way to give Lee a little kiss. 

"Crazy orgy man loves living next to you ya know," I said to her. 

"Yeah yeah," she said, and she smiled again.

A little while later, after some small talk on the deck, I went into the house to get a bottle of water. When I came out of the kitchen Emma and Denise were waiting for me in the living room.

"Time for Emma's lesson," Denise said, and she winked at me. "Strip big boy."

"Well this is turning into an excellent day," I said with a smile, and I was quickly out of my shorts and naked.

A blow-job from Emma was a rare and delightful thing. She and I didn't partake in sex much. She never said so, but it was pretty clear she felt funny about it because her sister Becka and I were so close. I knew Becka didn't mind — she was a remarkably open minded girl — but Emma kept her distance anyway, and I respected that. There were two magical nights when she appeared at my door, and a quickie in my boat when I was working on it one day, but other than that I let her play it the way she wanted to play it.

"All right sweetie," Denise said as Emma got on her knees in front of me. "Are you right handed? All right, move over like this so your massaging hand gets good access."

She placed Emma's hand under my balls, and my cock came to life.

"Yeah, that's it," Denise said.

Lee came in through the creaky screen door and sat down in a comfortable chair to watch the lesson. 

"I can't believe I'm taking notes while I watch my baby daughter blow a guy," she said, and Emma giggled.

"Watch this," Denise said to Emma as she replaced Emma's hand with her own under my crotch. "See what I'm doing? It's firm pressure, not to hard on the balls, just enough, and firmer behind them, that area between his balls and his asshole. Try that."

Emma tried it, and Dennie gave her further direction.

"Yeah, that's it, now do sort of a rolling massage from the ball of your hand all the way out to your fingertips near his asshole," she said. "Yeah, that's it, nice! How's that feel Stevie?"

"Oh yeah!" I said.

"Now," Denise continued, "once you get his cock in your mouth you can add your second hand to the massage, and use it on the cock too sometimes, if it's big like Steve's. And for extra credit you can stick a finger in his asshole while you're doing everything else, but you might want to save that for special occasions."

Emma giggled at that last part, and then she took my throbbing cock into her sweet little mouth, looking up at me with her big beautiful eyes.

"Are you able to deep throat honey?" Denise asked her.

"No," she said, stroking my saliva covered shaft. "I've been kind of afraid to try."

"I'll show you how to practice it later," Dennie said. "But it's nothing to be afraid of. The worst that happens is you gag and your eyes water, but that's kinda sexy too. Guys love it."

Emma looked up at me again as she took me back in, her head moved forward until it met resistance, and she pushed through, gurgling and gagging like a trooper until she had to pull off.

"Nice!" Dennie said, "That's fuckin' hot! Once you get so you can hold it deep like that, use your tongue and your throat muscles on the cock while you're doing your ball massage, and you're golden. For now though, don't push the throat to much. Just give him a regular blow job with lots of hand work while you do the massage underneath and see what happens." Dennie looked up at me and winked as Emma went back to work. "Yeah, that's it. Keep it nice and wet so your hand slides good on the whole length of it. Spit on it if you need to. Yeah, that's it. Now, keep the massage underneath slow and even, but pick up the intensity on the blow-job."

"Fuck!" I said as my knees started to weaken, and then I felt a massaging finger pop into my asshole. "Oh Shit!"

As Emma worked her new-found magic, one of those orgasms that seems to start in your toes and rise up worked it's way through me, and I came hard with my hands on Emma's head, my cock spasming in her sweet mouth.

"Fffuuuuccckk!" I groaned when it was over and I could form a semi-coherent word.

"Oh baby, you get an 'A' from teacher today!" Dennie said to Emma. "What does she get from our volunteer?"

"A+," I said, staggered and swaying. "Fuck!"

Emma looked up at me, amazed at how she had rocked me. She swallowed the cum in her mouth, for what may have been the first time in her life, and a smile broke out across her sweet face as she licked the cum from her lips.

"You'll show me how to do the deep throat?" she asked Dennie.

"Sure sweetie," Dennie said. "Lee, you got any bananas honey?"

"Crazy fuckin' people," Lee said, shaking her head but smiling.

———————

"You okay?" I asked a concerned looking Lee. We were sitting in Connie's wheelhouse sipping coffee, the big diesel droning quietly beneath our feet as we made out way East on the Erie Canal.

"I'm thinking too much, that's all," she said, forcing a smile. "Leaving the camp in the hands of my wildest friend and my sexually active daughter . . . I guess I shouldn't worry about it."

"I'm sure they won't burn the place down," I said.

"I don't care about that," she said. "I just don't want Emma hooking up with any of the guys Dennie hangs out with. They're trouble, most of them."

"Well, you've got a point there," I said. "But Dennie understands that I think. And her ribs are still hurting, so she's probably not up for a wild party."

"Ha!" Lee said. "I don't think there's anything that would keep her away from a good time."

"Would you feel better if they came with us?" I asked.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you!" she said, giving my ass a squeeze. "Four days of three-on-one action. Nope, I'm sure it'd be fun, but I'm also sure you've noticed that breaking the ice of having sex in front of my daughters has been a tough nut for me to crack, even with all of Allie's pep talks about how liberating it was for them. Watching Emma give you a blowjob the other day was . . . interesting."

"That was your DNA giving that blowjob you know," I said with a little smile.

Lee laughed a little, and then she laughed harder.

"That's one way of looking at it I guess," she said, still giggling. "I wish it was my mouth."

"Is it jealousy?" I asked.

"A little, but in a friendly kind of way," she said. "Nothing serious. That would really mess things up, wouldn't it."

"Sure would," I said. "You know, I'm not saying I'm jealous worthy or anything like that, but with the amount of women in my life, I'm often surprised it goes so smoothly, and everyone's remained good friends."

"Yeah, it is unusual," she said. "That all comes back to you though." She got up off her seat and put her arms around me from behind. "You radiate good karma, and it infects all of us."

Lee kissed me softly, but it quickly built into a kiss of passion with her hand on my crotch, and Connie drifted out of the narrow channel into the shallows before I got her back on course. "We stopping soon?" Lee asked. "I'm a horny girl all the sudden."

"It's a fairly narrow section for anchoring, but there's a terminal wall just around the bend at the next lock," I said. "There's a park there though, and there might be people around."

"Ooo! That sounds hot," she said.

"Naughty girl!" I said. "My little Lee's an exhibitionist?"

"Maybe," she said coyly. "You'll probably think I'm goofy, but lately I've been hooked on sex in public video clips on the web."

"So you've never tried it?" I asked.

"Nope," she said with a sexy little smile. "Just . . . intrigued."

We approached the terminal wall adjacent to the lock, right in the middle of a small canal-side village. It was lunchtime, and quite a few folks were enjoying the sunshine in the park. I put out the big bumpers and Lee and I both jumped off the boat to tie it up. I tied the bow and she held the stern until I got there and gave her a quick lesson in the proper way to fasten the lines.

"Beautiful day!" she said to a salt-and-pepper haired business man sitting on a bench about ten feet away. He was eating a sandwich and had his nose buried in an iPad until he saw Lee in her bare feet, short shorts and bikini top.

"Yes, lovely," he said with a growing smile as he admired her petite form.

She winked at me as we stepped back aboard, and we walked the side deck to the front companionway, Lee swinging her ass just a little more than usual. We went down the steep steps and I stopped at the bottom.

"Open or closed," I asked, gesturing to the companionway opening.

"Open," she said with a wicked smile.

I left the side port-lights open to, which were round and about a foot in diameter, with a clear view of the little park.

"You're gonna have to be quiet you know," I said. "We can't be too crazy."

"I know," she said, with a small fire starting to burn in her eyes.

She stripped, lit up by the overhead hatch and within view of the man on the bench, but she didn't look to see if he was watching. I could see him from my position in the shadows, and he was indeed watching. Lee's smile was wonderful — nervous and excited, and sexy as hell. She sat on the end of the bed and beckoned me, and I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt. Her hands encircled my waist and I put my cock in her waiting mouth.

Her oral skills were always wonderful — soft and relaxed and heavenly. This day was different though. Her 'note taking' during Emma's lesson with Dennie was being put to use. A hand moved under my balls and started Dennie's rolling massage, and her soft relaxed mouth had more intensity than I'd felt before. She took me deeper too — had she been practicing with Emma's banana? She moaned a little louder than usual, like she wanted to be heard, and even allowed herself to gag a little on my long length. It was quite a sexy show, and I came hard with some loud groans I couldn't control.

"Fuck baby!" I said breathlessly. "You've been practicing!"

Lee winked at me and smiled as she swallowed her creamy snack. I pushed her down on the bed and buried my face in her sweet little pussy, and she threw her legs in the air and giggled like a schoolgirl. When I had her close to cumming I plunged my cock into her tightness and she let out a loud shriek. Her eyes got huge when she realized how loud it was, and she covered her mouth with her hand and started giggling again.

"Oh my God I love it!" she giggled as I fucked her.

I knew she loved the fucking, but it was obvious she loved being watched as well. I've never seen such unbridled excitement in her eyes. I quickly glanced towards the park and another guy had sat on another bench within view.

"There's two men out there now," I whispered in her ear as I fucked her, and she met my thrusts with even more enthusiasm.

"On your back stud!" she said, and we switched positions.

She mounted me reverse cowgirl style, putting her whole body on vivid display by leaning back with her hands on my chest, and she rocked her hips into me with a quick rhythm.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" she said quietly. "God I love fucking you!"

I let her do it until she slowed, and then I lifted her ass a little and thrusted up into her with everything I had.

"Ohhh Ffffuuuuccckk!" she said a little too loudly, and she came with a vibrating shudder and a gurgling exhale.

"Oh baby! This weekend's just what the doctor ordered," she said quietly a few moments later, lying next to me with a leg over my belly. Her sweet ass and open pussy were facing our audience.

We dressed and casually walked across the deck to the wheelhouse and I fired up Connie's engine. Lee stepped off onto the wall and untied the lines.

"Enjoy your evening," she said to the man with the salt-and-pepper hair.

"You too sweetheart," he said.

She stepped back aboard and we glided across the glassy water into the empty lock in front of us.

"That was fuckin' hot!" she said quietly with a huge smile.

We had been through a few locks already, so Lee knew the procedure, and she stood on the side deck and used a boat hook to hold us in place. She looked cute as the devil in her little bikini top and tight shorts, and one of the lock tenders came out to chat her up as we started our descent.

When we made our way down and out the other end of the lock she came back in the wheelhouse to relax. She exhaled loudly and fanned her face with her hand.

"You know, I could still feel that orgasm when I was standing there talking to that guy," she said, obviously still excited. "Wow, that was wild. I kept thinking, does he know I just had a huge cock in me five minutes ago?"

"I take it you liked your little taste of exhibitionism," I said.

She exhaled through pursed lips with puffed cheeks. "I never would have thought I would have liked that kind of thing," she said, looking out the front window at the ribbon of river ahead of us. "Live and learn I guess," she giggled.

She asked me if I'd had had any exhibitionist adventures, so I told her about Julia and me at Carol's erotic art class. "No way!" she exclaimed with big eyes when I told her we had grinding, hardcore sex in front of a class of art students. "Fuck!" was all she could say, numerous times, as I told the whole story.

"I've got a long way to go before I can top that!" she said. "Crazy orgy man really is crazy I think."

"You know, you and I could do that," I said. "The class really liked it, and Carol loved it."

Lee looked over at me with a blank stare, and then a smile showed through. "Crazy orgy man," was all she said before returning her gaze out the front window, but 'Yeah, you'll probably get me to do it' was what it looked like to me.

"So, we should plan our evening," I said after a couple hours of relaxing cruising. "We can anchor out, or tie up at a lock, or tie up in a village. We've got plenty of food onboard, but a village would have a restaurant. It's up to you sweetie."




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 39



"I kinda like the idea of anchoring out," she said. "Let's try that."

I looked at the chart book and the widest section of river coming up was sandwiched in a valley with the State Thruway on one side and the main East/West railroad line on the other.

"I'm not to sure how peaceful it'll be, but you might get a chance to show off a little," I said with a smile.

We found a good safe spot to anchor and I fired up the barbecue grill on the back deck. Lee brought out two beers. She had discarded her bikini top and shorts, and was wearing nothing but her little lacy panties. Luckily, we were far enough from the highway so she didn't cause a massive accident, but if anybody was looking she was definitely visible, and it obviously gave her a thrill. We were closer to the railroad tracks, and it wasn't long before we heard something coming. It was a freight train, moving slowly.

"What should I do?" Lee asked with a big smile and big eyes.

"Show em that beautiful body," I said.

She got up and walked to the bow of the boat, and then walked back, slower, and with more 'sexy' in her step. The tracks were right on the shoreline, about forty feet from us, and the big engine slowly rumbled by. The loud air horn blew, and an arm came out the window and someone whistled and yelled something as they passed. Lee smiled and waved at them as she strolled back and sat down next to me.

"Oh my God!" she laughed. "This is too much fun!"

"You are one sexy woman," I said, shaking my head.

"You wanna fuck me when the next one goes by?" she asked, with excitement radiating off her smiling face.

"Whaddya think, I'm gonna say no?" I said, and I kissed her hard.

I had a feeling it was a pretty busy right-of-way, because there were numerous tracks and it cut right through the center of the State, and we didn't have to wait long before we heard another big air horn blow and the distant rumble of an approaching train off in the distance. 

"Hurry up!" Lee said like a little kid at Christmas as she pulled off her panties and I whipped off my clothes. She dove in with her mouth on my cock and I was hard with plenty of time to spare.

"What do you think, like this?" she asked. She had her hands on the side deck railing facing the tracks, her back arched seductively, and her sweet ass beckoning me.

"Fuck yeah, that's hot!" I said.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped when I entered her. "I've never been so horny in my life!" she said as the slow moving freight train approached.

By the time they got to us I was giving it to her good, with one hand under her belly and my other hand pulling her light blonde hair to keep her back arched so the boys could get a good look at her sexy face and tits.

"Fuck!" she screamed right after the big horn blew, and a head emerged from the window and yelled something.

I kept up my relentless thrusting, slapping hard against her ass. Just then the noise increased, and an Amtrak passenger train went by in the other direction, on a track closer to us. It was going faster, but slow enough for us to see people's heads swivel and look out at us. It was all too much for Lee, and she came hard, screaming at the top of her lungs, adding to the noisy cacophony. I came too, deep inside her, and as the trains pulled away I pulled her up against me and held her tight, both of us gasping for breath.

"Did I mention you are one sexy woman?" I said, still trying to catch my breath.

Lee turned her head and kissed me. A sloppy wet, super sexy kiss.

"Oh my God!" she said quietly. "I can't even tell you what that felt like. That was beyond words." She turned around and embraced me. "You . . . you are beyond words."

"Holy shit, I forgot about the grill!" I said with a laugh. "At this rate we'll burn up all the gas in one night."

"As long as this things still burnin', I don't mind," she said as she fondled my sticky, half deflated cock.

———————

That evening we lounged on the bed in the warm glow of the oil lamps, listening to the crickets and the bullfrogs, talking about life and love, music and movies, and whatever else grabbed our attention. After the bullfrogs took over the conversation for a while, Lee jumped in again.

"So tell me more about that art class," she said.

"Well you know Carol, and that awesome mural she painted for Lindsey's playroom," I said. "Erotic art's really her favorite thing to do, but it's tough to make a living at. She does a lot of other kinds of art to make money, and she gives classes on the side in her studio to students at the art school at the university. They're mostly regular art, but sometimes she does erotic classes and they're really popular. It's usually just a regular model in a provocative pose, sometimes a student from the class will go back and be a model the next time, stuff like that. Sometimes they masturbate. Anyway, it was always just a single model, but she always wanted to have a couple do it, so when she and Julia and I got tangled up sexually she encouraged us to do it. Julia's wild side was just beginning to come out, and she decided she wanted to try it, so of course I said I would. The first pose was a sixty-nine. I thought it would probably be kind of static, but Carol encourages movement, so the kids can learn to capture fleeting erotic moments. Anyway, the sixty-nine got pretty wild, and it went so well we all decided to do some full-on fuck poses. Actually, calling it posing isn't really true — we just fucked our brains out in like three different positions. It was really wild, I can't even begin to tell you what it felt like, being up there on a little stage with all those eyes trying to capture the essence of it all on paper."

"Wow," Lee said. "I'm all tingly just thinking about it."

"I know, so am I," I said. "It was awesome. That's where we met Chloe. She's a student that insisted Julia and I call her. She's pretty awesome too."

"Christ, you got more women than you can shake a stick at, don't ya," Lee said.

"There's a guy that was there too, another student named Bobby. He and Chloe hooked up, and he's been to some of Julia's parties. He's got — I kid you not — a ten inch cock."

"Fuck!" Lee said, her eyes getting huge. "And I though you were mister monster cock."

"Carol just loves that thing," I said, smiling.

"So whaddya do, just take off your clothes in front of them all and start having sex?" she asked. "I don't know if I could do that."

"Well, it's all set up nice. There's a bed that's got nice soft lights on it, and music and wine. We wore robes and mingled with the kids beforehand — Carol thought it would help us see how serious they were about their work. It was good. Don't get me wrong, our hearts were pounding like crazy when we slipped off our robes, but it was excitement more than fear. It was unbelievably exciting. And starting with a sixty-nine, it was easy to relax into it — within a minute or two we weren't thinking about anything else but each other."

"Wow," she said. "Wild. Did you get to see the artwork they did?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "It was awesome! They were all charcoal drawings, but all completely different. They just blew our minds, all of them. And Carol did one of the two of us beforehand as a gift. Julia's got it and had it framed. Last time I was there she had it hanging in her living room!" I laughed. "If you're thinking of doing it, I'm sure she'd do one for you. It's a pretty valuable gift really — her artwork isn't cheap."

There was silence again, and the bullfrogs took over the conversation while I let Lee mull things over in her mind.

"I'm sure she'd love to have you model on your own too if you want," I said. "You could do like a classic nude pose just to get used to it all, or like I said, they do masturbating poses for the erotic class. You could make yourself cum while six or eight people watch. That'd be hot, right?"

"Fuck!" she said as she trembled a little. "I just about came when you said that. You're a bad influence Mister Mills." She snuggled up even closer to me. "It's crazy that I'm even thinking about this. I'm an R.N. at the hospital for God's sake. What if one of them came in there and recognized me?"

"Carol made a nice speech at the beginning and again before they left, about discretion and not even telling their peers what went on there," I said. "They all seemed really cool and professional. I don't think she's ever had a problem, because the kids don't want to mess up what she does there."

"You should be a salesman, you'd make a fortune," she said as she rolled on top of me. "Now shut up and fuck me."

We fucked nice and slow, and Lee had her eyes closed, which was unusual for her. I'm pretty sure I know what she was imagining.

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A train rumbling by woke us the next morning. We had heard a few during the night, but it was a surprisingly restful night.

"Pleasant dreams?" I said, and she rolled against me and rested a leg on my crotch.

"Mmm," she murmured, and smiled. "I love sleeping on a boat. And you filled my head with so much deviant behavior, how could I not have pleasant dreams?"

"So, should we keep going today, or head back to town and have Carol set something up?" I said.

"Stop with that!" she said and she pinched me. "I'm not cut out for that kind of thing." She looked a little disappointed in herself for saying it.

"I think you're selling yourself short, but that's okay sweetie," I said. "I'll drop it."

She looked even more disappointed at that.

"Pancakes for breakfast?" I asked.

After the last maple syrup drenched pancake was consumed Lee sat back and smiled.

"Holy shit that was good!" she said, and she looked me square in the eye. I could see her thinking, and the silence was deafening. "You got Carol's number?" She said, and her eyes flared briefly with excitement.

"I do," I said. "What should I tell her?"

"I don't know," she said, sounding a little nervous. "Just see what's what."

I made the call, and Lee had so much nervous excitement she couldn't even stay and listen. She paced around on deck waiting for me.

"Tomorrow evening sweetie," I said as I walked on deck, and Lee looked shocked. "She's thrilled, and she's gonna post a notice right now. You can do as much or as little as you like — go full out with me or just do a simple static nude pose. No need to decide 'till we get there."

"Okay," she said quietly, still seemingly in shock. "Is it . . . is it okay if nobody knows about this but you?"

"Sure baby, whatever you want," I said. "It's gonna be a blast, trust me."

We hauled up the big anchor and turned back towards home.

"I'm gonna call one of the marinas in town and reserve a berth," I said. "That way nobody'll know we're back. We can get a taxi up to Carol's place."

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"Hey you guys!" Carol said as we walked up her steps the next afternoon. She hugged us both. "So good to see you both. Most of the students are home for the summer, but the class filled up in two hours."

"Great!" I said. "Anybody I know?"

"No, I don't think so," Carol said, "but they've all been here before, and I trust them with something like this."

"Lee's pretty nervous," I said. "She may want to ease into all this with a simple static pose or something."

"That's fine honey," Carol said. "Just having a couple pose in any fashion is great for the class. It's totally up to you guys what you want to do. So, Steve said you might like to have one of my drawings in exchange for your time here?"

"Oh I'd love it!" Lee said, finally putting some of her nervousness behind her.

"Great, lets get started," Carol said. "Then we can grab a pizza before the kids get here."

"Hey, this is different," I said as we walked into the studio.

"Yeah, I moved a few things around," Carol said. "It gives more room for the bed, and I can light it better now."

Carol had things all set up, with six drawing stations for the students and the bed up on a bigger platform, draped with an earthy looking sheet. She walked around switching on the stage lighting, and switched on the music.

"There's more room up there now," she said, "so you can stand next to the bed, and have more access if you need it." She winked at me, and Lee smiled nervously. "So Lee, this one's for you honey. What kind of pose do you want?"

"Oh God, I don't know . . . I'd like to see a lot of Steve," she giggled. "That beautiful ass of his, and the muscles on his back."

"I just had a vision when you said that," Carol said. "Get out of those clothes and we'll try something."

Lee and I stripped. She seemed nervous, but she had been in an orgy with Carol at Lindsey's, so I think it was the anticipation of the students coming later that had her wound up a little. We sat on the bed and Carol adjusted the lights to a nice mellow glow with some nice shadowy definition on Lee's petite curves.

"You've got a great body girl," Carol said to Lee. "That ass is just to die for."

After she got the lights set she posed Lee, on her knees at the end of the bed, with her body upright and her shins hanging off.

"Is she the right height for you to fuck her like that baby?" Carol asked me. "She can bend over to let you in, but just try standing there behind her first so we can see what it'll look like . . . Yeah, that's it, now put one arm around her waist, and your other hand on her chest, sort of cupped under her tit, so I can see it . . . Nice! You'll be able to fuck her like that, right?"

"You bet," I said. "You must be psychic or something, 'cause she likes it like this."

"Every girl likes it like that baby," she said, "when they're lucky enough to have a big cock to play with. So what do you think Lee? You like this pose, or do you want to try something different?"

"I love it!" she said, breathing hard already.

Carol pulled her big easel a few feet across the floor to get the angle she wanted.

"Okay you horny bastards," Carol said. "Commence fucking. Nice and slow to begin with, and try and hold off the orgasms if you can. But be natural. Make noise, have fun."

Lee lowered her upper body and arched her back to give her sweet pussy to me. She was very wet and ready, and I pushed into her. She moaned deeply, and it was easy to see the excitement had her in a heightened state. When I was in deep she raised up and I wrapped my arms around her as Carol wanted.

"Holy shit!" she whimpered, nearly cumming on the spot. "Holding off an orgasm might not be possible," she said.

"That's okay sweetie," Carol said. "Just tell us about it so I'm ready. I'm sure you'll have another one anyway," she giggled. "Turn your head towards me . . . not all the way, just . . . yeah, right about there. That's sort of where I want you. You can move, but just sort of use that as a home base for your head position. And Steve, look right at her face, wherever it happens to be."

I started slowly thrusting up into Lee, and her body was alive like I've rarely seen it.

"Beautiful guys," Carol said, frantically sketching away. "Lots of nice movement there. Steve, let me see that nice tit a little more."

"Oh fuck!" Lee whimpered. "I'm gonna cum!"

"So me your face sweetie," Carol said, and Lee assumed the position as a grinding orgasm ripped through her.

"Nice!" Carol said, completely absorbed in her work, and I kept up a slow thrust into Lee's bliss filled body.

"Oh God!" she said quietly. "That was one of the more amazing things I've ever felt."

"Better than when the Amtrak train went by" I asked.

"Ooo!" Carol said. "I wanna hear that story when I'm done!"

"Let's just say it's been a weekend to remember," Lee said, giggling a little.

"We're just gettin' started baby," I said, picking up the intensity of my thrusts.

"Oh shit!" Lee gasped, and she looked back at me with a wild fire in her eyes.

"Take a little break, and then we'll go for orgasm number two to finish things off, all right?" Carol said.

We sat on the bed and let our bodies calm down, wandered into the kitchen and I poured us some wine as Carol worked, and then we browsed through the other end of her studio looking at the artwork on the walls.

"Any time you're ready guys," Carol said, still working at the easel.

"Last time Julia let me get him hard again," Carol said to Lee with a sly smile. "It's up to you though."

Lee beckoned her to the bed with her index finger and a smile. "Do you do this when your students are here?" she asked Carol.

"Ha! No, I try and remain neutral," Carol said as she gobbled me into her warm mouth. "Okay, you're ready," she said with a big smile when I was rock hard again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Lee and I resumed our pose and Carol was still smiling as she started working again. "No holding back this time guys, I'm ready for fireworks whenever you are."

I gave it to Lee hard, and she just about levitated off the springy bed. She screamed and shrieked and came hard again, and I exploded deep inside her.

"Perfect!" Carol said. "You guys are awesome! Steve, you wanna call for a pizza while I finish this up?"

Lee giggled at how businesslike it was. I was still inside her, and she and I were both gasping for breath, and Carol had already recruited me for Pizza duty. I had to laugh too.

The charcoal drawing Carol did was flat out amazing, as I expected. Lee was blown away, and couldn't stop looking at it.

"So, whaddya think honey," Carol asked Lee as we ate pizza, "You wanna do a simple pose with the class, or something more. It's totally up to you."

"Well I wanna do something more," Lee said, "but I'm kinda terrified."

"I've never done it, so I can't give you any personal experience," Carol said, "but Julia, even with all the wild sex she's had since, she still says it was the most exciting experience she's ever had. That's the end of my sales pitch — I don't want you to feel pressured. I tell you what, let's play it this way — you guys'll meet everybody, and you can judge the excitement level and how you're feeling, and if it's too overwhelming we'll do a nice hand-job pose, with you sitting next to each other, leaning back against the wall, your legs sort of intertwined. If you get out there and you feel like showing off what you got, well do something harder — sixty-nine is a good way to start I think, and it looks great on paper."

"Okay," Lee said. "If we do the hand-job can I sit so I'm not directly facing everybody?"

"Sure honey," Carol said. "That's one reason I picked a sixty-nine for Julia and Steve to start with, because you feel a little more enclosed in your own little world."

"Yeah, I can see that I guess," Lee said. "Except my ass . . . and the rest of me . . . wow, it's like wide open in that position, isn't it?"

"That's one of the sweetest asses I've ever seen honey," Carol said. "I'd be proud of it if I were you. Plus, Steve's head'll be in there munchin' on it, so it won't be too wide open.

"Oh my God!" Lee said with big eyes and a nervous smile.

Carol filled her in on how long we'd be going, and told her that the second session could be more of the same, for the students to polish up their drawings, or we could go free-form if we wanted. Lee's eyes got big again thinking of the possibilities. Carol offered us her shower, and we cleaned up and lounged on her front porch for an hour, talking about old times, and she got us up to date on Julia, who was away on a book signing trip.

The first students arrived on foot — Lee lived in the middle of a popular student housing area near the university — with large portfolio cases hung over their shoulders. We chatted on the porch until more arrived, and we all made our way into the studio. There was a nice buzz of excitement in the air, as I remembered from my session with Julia. There were four guys and two girls this time, just the opposite of last time, and I could tell Lee thought the guys were cute. I wasn't sure how that would affect her decision on how far to go with her posing. The girls were damn cute too. Lee and I went in the house, got into the robes Carol provided, and sat at the kitchen table waiting for Carol. Lee downed a whole glass of wine in two gulps. "Courage," she said as she set her empty glass down on the table. She looked deep into me and her nordic blue eyes sparkled. "Crazy orgy man," she said, and a delicious smile lit up her face. I wasn't sure what the best way to encourage her was, so I just told her the truth.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 39



"You know those guys out there think you're hot, right," I said. "They're gonna cream their pants when they see that ass of yours."

With impeccable timing, Carol came in to get us. "I gave them the speech about discretion and respect and everything," she said. "They're very cool kids, I feel comfortable with them. You guys ready?"

I took Lee's hand and we walked out to the bed. I handed Carol my robe, and Lee glanced at me as she slipped hers off.

"Lay down big boy," Lee said quietly, her voice quivering a little.

She climbed onto me sixty-nine style, we both looked up at Carol, and she adjusted Lee's position a little. "Go for it," she said with a smile.

"Eroticism people!" she said loudly. "If you can't capture it from this you never will."

I kissed Lee's beautiful little pussy and her body was fully charged and electric again. She took my rapidly stiffening cock in her mouth and quickly lost herself giving a wonderful blowjob. The sound of six people sketching furiously took my mind back to the last time, with Julia, and I glanced out half hoping to see Chloe there again. Instead, right where Chloe had been, a cutie named Ashley looked mesmerized by what was happening just a few feet from her. Carol noticed too.

"Concentrate sweetheart," Carol said to her. "I know it's hard."

"It's not only hard, it's fuckin' huge!" she said, and almost everybody laughed, including Lee.

"Yup. it's a big one," Carol said loudly, for everyone to hear. "Channel that knowledge. Capture that bigness, without making it a caricature. Capture the fact that the woman loves that it's big, that she worships a big hard cock. Use that feeling in your gut that makes it difficult to concentrate, that energy that's radiating into you from them. Use it. Let it flow onto your paper."

Ashley started working, and when I glanced at her a few minutes later she was really into it, her nostrils flaring and her hand flying across the paper. She looked like she could have an orgasm from the act of making art.

A few minutes later Carol walked up to us and quietly asked us for orgasms. "I don't know what Steve's got left, but keep in mind the visuals," she said to Lee.

"Okay people, like I told you before you started, if you want to incorporate orgasmic expressions and motions, now's the time to pay attention. It's fleeting so don't take your eyes off it while it's happening, let it burn into your brain, and while Steve and Lee take a break you can work some of that in to your drawing."

I dove in to Lee's sweet pussy with increased vigor, and she squealed with delight again. With my tongue on her clit, I pressed my thumb into her ass. Her back arched and she came hard, with violent spasms and wordless mumbling moans that sounded wonderful. A super sexy woman oozing sex from every pore as she came hard for her admiring spectators.

She took two deep gasps of air, and plunged her head down on my rock hard shaft. Her hand went under my balls and Denise's massage technique started my launch sequence. Her sloppy wet mouth devoured me, I came with grunts that were much too loud, and I shot a spurt of cream onto Lee's chin as she continued her deep massage of my crotch. She took me in her mouth again, and then licked all around the tip and the shaft, sticky cum coating everything before she licked it all up and sucked me clean.

"Eroticism people!" Carol said loudly. "Eroticism. Keep working, I'm gonna give these two a break."

"Oh my God!" Lee said quietly as Carol handed us our robes.

"You can wipe you face on that if you want," Carol said. "I'll wash them later."

Lee wiped the sticky cum off her chin and face and giggled a little.

"Wow!" she said, still trying to get her equilibrium back.

I took her hand and we went in the house.

"That was fuckin' crazy!" she said in the privacy of the kitchen, and then she started laughing. "I mean what the fuck!" she said through her laughter, and I laughed to.

"Didn't I tell you it'd be a blast?" I said.

Carol came in and saw Lee laughing.

"I take it you had fun?" she said to Lee. "That was fuckin' hot! So what's next, more of the same, or are you in the mood to get fucked?"

"Oh I think I absolutely need to get fucked," Lee said, and she laughed again, a little nervously, and her eyes got big and sparkled even more as she thought about what it would be like.

"This is so fuckin' hot!" Carol said. "You guys are awesome. Come on out in about ten minutes."

Lee downed another glass of the crisp Riesling wine, and we walked out to rejoin the class. Carol joined us at the bedside.

"I didn't say anything yet," she said quietly to Lee. "You still wanna go for it?"

Lee looked out at the students, most of whom were still working on their drawings, and she looked very nervous again.

"You got anything left for me?" she asked me quietly.

I took her hand and put it on my robe so she could feel my growing hard-on, and her eyes swelled with excitement. She nodded nervously at Carol, who smiled and turned to the class.

"Okay people, listen up," she said. "You're gonna finish those drawings up on your own later, because we've got a special treat. We did this at another class last year, and it was lot's of fun and everybody loved it. Steve and Lee are gonna go a little more hard core for y'all, and it won't be a single pose. They're just gonna do what comes naturally. They'll be moving, changing positions — no sustained poses, so it's gonna be great practice for working fast and capturing fleeting moments. It's exciting, but try to channel that excitement and really capture the energy of it all. Burn up some paper, try some new things and have fun with it. I know Steve and Lee are going to," she said as she turned to us and winked.

Lee walked over to her portable CD player and took out the mellow acoustic guitar music and put in some modern jam-band funk. She turned it up, switched off one of the stage lights to cast us in a slightly dimmer glow, and smiled at us as she came for our robes.

"Did I ever tell you I love watching people fuck?" she said quietly, making Lee giggle and breaking some of her nervous tension as she disrobed in front of the suddenly very attentive class.

The music was in a quiet section, and you could have heard a pin drop as Carol walked off the little stage with a dozen eyes looking at us. They were probing, deeply observant eyes, and Lee froze. I put my arm around her and we got on the bed, both of us on our knees, face to face, and I pulled her tight against me. I kissed her and she was stiff and tight, and I could already feel her body getting sweaty. I slipped a hand between us to her pussy, and massaged it gently.

"You wanna fuck me now baby?" I whispered in her ear. "Fuck me hard in front of all these cute boys? Show 'em what a real woman can do?"

I massaged her pussy deeper and slipped two fingers inside.

"I'm gonna fuck you baby, with all these people watching," I whispered. "Fuck you deep. I'm gonna make you cum." Lee moaned and whimpered. "You wanna fuck me?" I said. "You wanna fuck this big cock?"

"I wanna fuck you," she said softly, breathing hard.

"Say it louder baby," I said.

"I wanna fuck this big cock," she said louder.

She reached between us and stroked my long hot shaft, and she stepped backward on her knees and lowered her sweetly arched back and took me into her moaning mouth. I reached over the top of her and my fingers slid down the crack of her beautiful ass and into her hot, wet pussy. She groaned on my cock, sending vibrations into it as I thrusted slowly, deep into her throat.

"Oh God baby!" I said. "You make my cock feel so good!"

She groaned her approval as saliva oozed around her lips and dripped down her chin.

"I love your cock baby!" she said breathily as she stroked the sloppy wet shaft with her hand. "Oh fuck!" she said as my fingers played with her clit.

"You want me to put it way up deep inside you baby?" I asked, making her shudder. "Turn around baby, let me fuck you way up deep inside."

Lee turned around and dropped her head to the bed, looking out sideways at the students with her eyes half shut as I slipped into her velvety pussy, balls deep with eight rock hard inches, way down in her steaming hot gut.

"Fffuucckk!" I said as I bottomed out, and Lee uttered a muffled scream.

"Shhiitt!" Ashley said quietly from the front row of easels, and I was suddenly aware of the students again.

I glanced at her as I started a fantastic feeling deep thrusting, and she was mesmerized again but Carol was on her way to get her back on track.

Lee rose up and started meeting my thrusts, encouraging me to speed up. Soon we were fucking in earnest, slapping together loudly, with a wild funk guitar riff mingling with our noises.

"God I love fucking you baby!" Lee said and she thrusted her ass back into me even harder. "Oh Fuck!" she yelled.

Her body was glistening with sweat, and her nordic light blonde hair was sticking to her and getting wet. She looked like a wild horny slut, a fuck machine that no man could resist.

I pushed her down flat on her stomach, with her legs together, and straddled them and fucked her that way, gathering the wet hair off her back and pulling it tight to arch her back so everyone could see the wildness in her blue eyes.

"Oh my God!" she grunted as my cock pumped into her tightly squeezed pussy. "Oh fuck yeeeaaahhh!" she yelled, and I gave it to her good and hard.

I tried to keep the students in mind, and held a position for as long as I could stand it, which was pretty intense for Lee, but she was wild and into it. She came hard, flat on her belly, her hair still tight in my hand, a deep, low pitched "Ohhhh Yeeeaaahhh!" emanating from her, rattling the rafters.

The time was right for her to be on top and really put on a show, so I lifted her still quaking body and switched places with her. She tried to lay on top of me, but I turned her, reverse cowgirl style, and angled myself so she was facing more towards the students. She started out with her hands on my knees, closed off a bit from her audience, and I lay still while she fucked me, rocking her body back onto my cock in fluid motions, exhaling with deep moans. As the feelings within her expanded, she sat up and rode me with her hands on her sweaty tits. 

"Oh fuck yeah!" she said as she rode harder.

As the intensity built in her she leaned back, with her hands on my chest, and her sweaty sexuality was on full display. She was dripping wet, no doubt from the nervous energy and the 'performance' aspect of what she was doing, but it just made the whole thing hotter. My hands supported her slippery body just below her waist, and she continued to do most of the work, driving her pelvis hard, fucking nearly the full length of me. The view from the easels must have been spectacular — a beautiful sweaty blonde, her rosy red pussy wide open, riding a big cock for all it was worth.

I looked out at the students and they were working furiously, their eyes big and wild, darting between the intense action and their drawings.

"Fuck me baby!" Lee said, snapping me back into focus.

I started to thrust up into her, moving my hands under her hips to hold her up slightly, so I could get my big piston up to speed.

"Oh fuck . . . Oh Fuck! . . . Oh Fuck!" she said, her voice getting louder as the speed increased. 

The springs in the bed were a perfect turbocharger for my movements, and soon my engine was spinning at red-line. I held it, hoping she'd cum, and her steady stream of shrieks told me it wouldn't be long. The shrieks turned to whimpers as her oxygen depleted, and a crying, stuttering, spastic orgasm overtook her. My cock was just about in flames, long strokes slithering in and out of her faster than ever before, and I came hard as her body spasmed. My long held breath escaped, sounding like a caveman yelp, and we slowed to a stop, every ounce of my energy given to Lee's beautiful body, and every once of her's given to mine.

"Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . oh fuck," she continued to say, quietly and between gasping breaths.

She laid back on me, my cock still deep in her, and she turned her tired head and we kissed. It was a beautiful, sloppy, passionate kiss, and my hands roamed her slippery, sweaty tits.

Carol turned the music down low, and Lee gave me a 'Oh my God, I can't believe we just did that' look. She glanced out at the students, still working on their drawings, and pushed the wet hair off the sides of her face.

"God I'm a mess," she said quietly.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said.

"I'll second that," a male student in the front said, and he blushed as everybody laughed.

Lee had slipped off of me and we sat next to each other as Carol approached.

"I don't even know what to say," Carol said to us and to the class. "That was beyond erotic. That was just . . . so beautiful. I hope all you guys got something great out of that, because that was as good as it gets," she said to the class. "I've never done this before, but I think the star of our show deserves a round of applause . . . Lee?"

Everyone burst into applause and cheers and whoops and whistles. Lee looked at me, surprised but excited. "Take a bow sweetie," I said, and she stood in all her sweat dripping, sticky haired, red pussy glory and curtsied like a ballerina.

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"Did you guy's get some nice peace and quiet out there?" Denise asked as we unloaded our things off the boat at my dock. "You needed a nice quiet vacation like that," she said to Lee. "I pictured you lounging in the sun with a cocktail in some nice quiet cove all day, and a nice relaxing fuck before bed . . ."

"Somethin' like that," Lee said, and she winked at me. 

"It's nice to have a few days away from reality once in a while," Denise said. 

"You said it sister," Lee said with a smile.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 40



Phil's old guitar didn't get much use after Marta left with Johnny in Florida. I tried to keep up some practice but fumbled the challenge, and now it hung quietly on a wall in my camp. Lee and Emma were over one day for a barbecue, and Emma took it down and strummed out a simple folk tune.

"I didn't know you could play," I said. "Wanna give me some lessons?"

"Ha! That's about the extent of my knowledge," she said. "A friend of mine from high school used to play really good. I learned that from her."

"Does she give lessons?" I asked.

"I dunno, maybe," she said. "I haven't seen her in a while. I think she was gonna take music at the community college, so she might still be around. I've kinda lost track of her. Becka might be mad if I introduce you to her though."

"Why?" I asked.

"If I can find her, you'll see," Emma said with a little smile.

A week later Emma and I went out to a club I hadn't been to in a while to meet Alexis, or Lexie as Emma called her. She was playing in a band, sort of a hip-hop funk hybrid, with a fantastic Hammond B3 player, drums, guitar and Lexie on bass. She was a sight to see, that's for sure, all six feet two inches of her. Trim but curvy, her body moved in a beautifully liquid way as the music took her over, her sleek black and white electric bass guitar obeying her every thought, with richly colored deeply funky notes pouring forth from her big amplifier. She had waist length hair, pitch black and perfectly straight, that moved and shimmered in the colored lights like a living entity, and she wore a short metallic silver dress that demanded the attention of every straight man in the place, and probably a few of the gay ones as well.

"I see you've fallen under her spell already," Emma said. I'd apparently been staring with my mouth open. "My friends and I used to laugh about it. Older men just about walk into walls when she's around. It was pretty funny when we were younger."

"You remember when I walked right through the screen on your deck door last summer?" I asked, and Emma nodded. "Who was the only person out there at the time, and what was she wearing?"

Emma thought for a moment. "My blue bikini?" she said, looking amazed. "You were looking at me?"

"Yup. Took me two hours to fix the damn door," I said, and I put my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder and smiled.

The song ended with a soaring climax, and Lexie bent down to adjust some rack-mounted effects she had next to her amp. Her dress rode up nearly to her ass, and her long legs looked stunning.

"She is something, isn't she?" Emma said. The way she said it made me think it wasn't the music critic in her talking, but the bi-sexual she had discover last summer with Lacy. "I was so awkward when we were friends back in eighth grade, but she was born looking like that I think. So gorgeous and exotic. Her father's black and her mom's Chinese."

Lexie scanned the crowd as she waited for the drummer to fix something on his drum kit. Her eye's lit up when she saw us. "Emma! Oh my God!" she smiled and waved. She knew we were coming, but it had been a couple years since they had seen each other. Emma beamed as people looked our way — knowing someone in the band always has been and always will be cool.

After their set Lexie gave Emma a big hug, towering over her by almost a foot. "Is this my new student?" she asked, extending her hand to me.

"Only if you're willing to take on an old guy who's a slow learner. Hi I'm Steve." I said, giving her hand a firm squeeze.

"Oh I think you'll catch on. It's not rocket science," she said. "So Emma, how've you been? And how's that sister of yours? I think you two were the hottest girls in high school."

"You think we were?" an astonished looking Emma said.

"Yeah! I mean look at you, and look at the company you attract," she said, eying me appreciatively.

We found an empty table and the two of them caught up. Lexie had another set to do, and I had an early morning garage door to fix, so Lexie and I exchanged phone numbers to set up some guitar lessons and Emma and I drove back to the river in my truck.

"Have you ever seen anyone so beautiful," Emma said, looking out the window at the passing darkness.

"Yeah, I'm sitting next to her," I said.

"Get out! You know what I'm talkin' about," she said, sounding well and truly smitten.

"I do," I said. "She's . . . I was gonna say striking, but that doesn't do her justice. She's a tall drink of exotic water, that's for sure. And talented! Oh my God, can she play. What a great band."

After a long silence Emma spoke up. "You're like the only person in the world that I could say something like this to . . . is it weird that I wanna fuck her?"

"No sweetie, it's not weird," I said. "Try not to be too disappointed if she's not into it though. Some girls aren't."

"I don't know what's goin' on in my head," she said. "I've never felt this way before."

"Roll with it sweetie," I said reassuringly. "See what happens."

———————

After some scheduling snafus Lexie came to my place for my first lesson a week later. I offered to pay her more if she came to me, thinking it would help Emma get together with her. We sat in the privacy of my living room and she checked out the chords Marta had shown me, suggested a few changes in fingerings, and started me off with some strumming exercises with a metronome. Pretty boring stuff, but I knew I needed some good fundamentals to flesh out the 'fun stuff' Marta had shown me. When we were done she started flirting pretty heavily with me. Under normal circumstances I would have been down and dirty with a stunner like Lexie, but Emma was on my mind, so I tried to steer the conversation a bit.

"So, Emma and Becka, Lacy and Katie, and now you. I can't believe how many beautiful sexy girls there were at your school," I said.

"You know Lacy and Katie?" she said.

"Yeah, they've all been around," I said. "Emma and Becka's mom's camp is right next door, so I've met some of their friends. I wish my school had so many hotties. Did you guys party together."

"I did with Lacy some. She's a wild one," Lexie said.

"Lacy and Lexie . . . sounds like a girl-on-girl porn movie," I said with a smile.

"It wouldn't surprise me if she had a video tape," Lexie said.

"Of the two of you?" I said, acting surprised.

"Does that shock you?" she said with a coy smile.

"No, just trying to picture it, that's all," I said with a wink. "You know, Emma's open to that kind of thing these days." 

"No way!" Lexie said, and she paused for a second. "You know I've always had a thing for her."

"She's probably gonna kill me for telling you that," I said.

"I'm glad you did," she said, and she paused again. "Did she say anything about me?" she asked, sounding almost shy about it.

"Jeeze, I'm in deep now, she's really gonna kill me," I said, and Lexie read my easily readable mind.

"She did?" Lexie said, and there was a spark in her eyes that Emma was going to be very happy about.

"Why don't you call her, I think she's home," I said. "And tell her not to kill me too painfully."

"She's next door you mean?" she asked, sounding shy again. "Can you call her?"

"Sure, but I don't wanna get in the middle of anything," I said as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

"You wouldn't like being in the middle of us?" Lexie said with a sexy smile that lit up her exotic eyes.

"Oh, believe me, I'd love it, but I think it'd be cool if you guys get to know each other first," I said.

I called Emma. "Hey cutie, I just finished my lesson. I thought you might like to come over and say high to Lexie . . . " 

Emma hung up without saying a word and I laughed.

"What?" Lexie asked, with big curious eyes.

"I'm guessing she's on her way," I laughed, and Lexie giggled. "Don't forget, a painless killing."

———————

Sitting on my dock, working on my strumming exercises, I could occasionally hear the rising feminine wails of a beautiful lovemaking session in my bedroom. It took only a very small amount of steerage from me before the heat rose between them, and I exited with guitar in hand after pointing them towards the bedroom. Unfortunately my strumming practice consumed all my attention and I didn't notice Lee walk over after she got home from work.

"What's goin' on in there? You forget to turn of your porn?" she said with a smile.

I looked at her, trying to think of how Emma would want me to handle the situation.

"It's Emma and a girlfriend," I said, deciding quick honesty was the best way to go.

"Emma?" Lee asked, looking shocked, and then her face relaxed. "Whoa!" she said quietly. "Being a parent's a trip I tell ya." She paused for a long thought. "Once again my baby girls are way out in front of me."

"I don't know about that," I said. "I seem to recall a beautiful blonde getting her pussy stuffed in front of a train full of passengers, and teaching a classroom of kids how to really fuck."

"Oh my God!" she said with a growing smile. "I guess the old lady's holdin' her own."

"Damn right she is," I said.

"You know, I think one of those train conductors was holding a phone up to the window," she said. "Do you think I'm on the internet somewhere?"

"I hope so," I said. "You looked fuckin' awesome! Guys all around the world'll be cummin' in their hands watchin' that."

Just then there was another wail from my camp, and it was clearly Emma having a whopper of an orgasm.

"This is too weird," Lee said. "You wanna come over and have a beer?"

"You bet," I said.

———————

Two hours later Lee and I were feeling no pain after cleaning most of the beer out of her fridge.

"I'm fuckin horny mister," she said with a smile, "and I don't think Emma's comin' back. How'd you put it earlier — I think I need to get my pussy stuffed."

"At your service ma'am," I said, and I dropped my pants out on her deck.

"Jesus mister!" she laughed. "At least come inside!"

We made it as far as the living room couch, and Lee was naked and riding me with a vengeance when the door from the deck opened and Emma came through.

"What the fuck mom!" she said, laughing and shaking her head in amazement.

"Don't what the fuck me baby girl, you've been gettin' it too. I heard you over there," Lee said. She was still fucking me slowly, and looking beautiful doing it.

"Damn mom, are you drunk or something?" Emma said, giggling.

"Just a little," Lee said, slurring her speech slightly. "And I've been told it's good to fuck in front of you."

"Who told you that, crazy orgy man here?" Emma laughed.

"No, one of his friends. God that feels good!" she said, grinding hard against me.

"All right," Emma said, still giggling and shaking her head, "well you've done it. I'll be in my room."

"That went well, don't you think?" Lee said, acting drunker by the moment.

"Beautifully," I said with a laugh.

———————

The next afternoon Emma came by to thank me, but she played angry just for fun.

"You told her I liked her?" she said, trying desperately to keep a straight face, but she was a terrible actor.

"How'd it go sweetie?" I said with a smile.

"Oh my God Steve," she said, hugging me tight. "Don't tell my mom, but I think I'm in love."

"Wow, that's awesome!" I said. "I could tell by the look on Lexie's face when we talked about you that something was in the air."

"What did you tell her about me anyway?" she asked, pulling away from me and giving me a serious look.

"She said she was into you, and she asked if you had said anything about her," I said. "I wasn't gonna lie, but it turned out she could tell just from the look on my face, so I didn't really have to say anything."

"Wow, really?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, she said she's always had a thing for you," I said.

"God! Life's full of cool surprises, isn't it?" she said. "So what was up with my mom last night? Did you give her drugs or something?"

"No," I laughed. "I think she was tired after work and the beers hit her kinda hard."

"Kind of? I guess!" she laughed. "What was that she said about it being good to fuck in front of me? What was that all about?"

"My friend Ally," I said. "She and my friend Chrissy were here last summer and your mom came over. I don't know if I should tell you this but they were your mom's first, you know . . . girls."

"Oh yeah, she told Becka and me about them," she said. "So what about having sex in front of me?"

"Chrissy and Ally were at an orgy party at my friend's camp in the Adirondacks, and Ally's daughter was there with her boyfriend. Ally was telling your mom that it was really liberating, and she and her daughter can talk about anything now — it really opened up their relationship in a good way. Anyway, your mom's been struggling with the whole idea since then, not sure about it, you know? Yesterday she broke through I guess, although it could have just been the alcohol."

"No, I talked to her today and she seems good with it," she said. "It kind of weirded me out, but I guess I can see it. If it wasn't you it would have been freaky . . ."

"We didn't do it on purpose," I said. "We thought you'd left with Lexie."

"So everybody has sex with everybody else, and everybody's happy," she laughed. "I guess that's the moral of the story."

"That seems to be the story of my life lately," I said. "I never would have believed it two years ago."

"I told Lexie about your big cock," she said with a wicked little smile.

"And?" I said.

"We wanna play with you," she said, sounding cute and shy.

"You sure you don't wanna keep her for yourself?" I asked.

"I look at it as an opportunity," she said. "I've tried to leave you to Becka as much as I could, but now, if I'm with Lexie the way I'm hoping to be, and you're just playing with us, I won't feel so weird about Becka.

"You're a good sister Emma," I said. "In a twisted, deviantly sexual kinda way."

We both laughed and she hugged me again. 

"So you wanna? Play with us?" she asked, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

I gave her a long, deep, sexy kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said.

———————

Lexie came by for my lesson a week later. I had surprised myself by practicing a lot, and she was well impressed with my progress. I hadn't seen Emma at all during the week, so I had no idea how things were going between she and Lexie.

"I hate to sound like a prying parent, but how're things going with you and Emma?" I asked when the lesson was over.

"Oh my god," Lexie said quietly. "Please don't tell her I said this, because I don't wanna jinx anything, but I feel like we were always meant to be together. It's freaky — like this 'higher power' thing in my head that I've never felt before."

"This is awesome," I said. "I'm so happy for you guys."

"Did she say anything about me?" Lexie asked with hopeful eyes.

"I haven't seen her since the day after you guys were here last week, but she was flyin' pretty high that day," I said with a smile. "Let me shoot her a text and see if she's around. We can have a beer or something."

"Or something sounds nice," Lexie said with a sexy smile that made me want to rip her clothes off right there.

LEXIES HERE CAN EMMA COME OUT AND PLAY? I texted.

ON MY WAY, Emma shot back.

———————

Lexie's legs were incredible, very reminiscent of Lisa's long ones that drove me wild down in Key West, and it was easy to see that Emma was just as taken with them as I was. She seemed to worship them as she kissed and nuzzled her way to Lexie's dark, mysterious pussy, shaved clean except for a hint of a black racing stripe. I had a good view of Emma's leg worship, because I was standing with my cock in Lexie's upside-down mouth, her head hanging off the side of the bed while Emma, down low on her knees between those long legs, made Lexie squirm.

"Oh FUCK!" Lexie screamed, holding my big cock above her face as Emma zeroed in on her clit.

After a brief moment of disorienting ecstasy, she sucked my balls into her mouth as she stroked my sloppy wet shaft above her dangling head.

"Oh my god! This fuckin' cock!" she said, and she took me back deep in her mouth, gaging as she tried to take me even deeper.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Emma said as she watched Lexie hungrily ravage me. "Wait'll you feel it in you," she added, and Lexie moaned.

The two of them looked so beautiful together — petite Emma with the creamy skin, white-blonde hair and light blue eyes of her Swedish ancestors, and Lexie, an exotic, six foot two inch African-Chinese beauty with smooth caffe latte colored skin, dark mysterious eyes, and that incredibly luxurious long black silky hair that fell all the way to the floor in the ridiculously sexy position she was in.

My hands went to her tits, and she moaned onto my cock again as I massaged them. Perfect young firm tits, nice handfuls that looked beautiful on her tall form. In her little silver dress playing in the band two weeks before they filled out her dress 'just right.' They were crowned with lovely hard nipples, with areolas the rich reddish-brown color of oak leaves in the autumn.

"Fffuucckk!" she hissed as I squeezed them while Emma continued her clitoral assault.

Soon she was flying. Unable to concentrate on my cock anymore, she held it in her hand against the side of her face while Emma drove her to the brink. I kept up a tit massage and her back arched higher, and higher, and then she came. Her long legs levitated off the bed and quivered, and her whole body vibrated as the beautiful orgasm shook her to her very core. She screamed, and reached behind me and pulled my body against her face, using my crotch to muffle her crying wail.

"Oh my god!" Emma said quietly, her eyes misting up with tears at the beauty of her new love's orgasm.

"Only love can do that to someone," I said to Emma, and she looked at me with a quivering little smile that said it all.

An hour later we were still hot and heavy, and my cock was buried in Lexie. She had Emma pinned under her, in a sixty-nine that I interrupted when I plunged into the irresistible pussy at the top of those long, brown legs.

"Oh yeah!" she said breathlessly when I bottomed out. "I'm never gonna be able to fuck a little guy again!"

"Good!" Emma said, as she tried to get my fast moving balls in her mouth. "I want you all to myself! . . . And playtime with Steve."

Lexie went at Emma's pussy with a vengeance as I fucked her, somehow able to concentrate enough to drive Emma to the brink.

"Oh fuck!" she whimpered as she watched at close range my cock pummeling Lexie's sweet pussy, and then Lexie's tongue took her over the top.

Emma's arms went around the back of my thighs, and she squeezed hard, hanging on for dear life as Lexie lifted her to her fourth or fifth big orgasm of the afternoon.

———————

"I've never felt anything, or been a part of anything like today," Emma said quietly as the three of us lay exhausted, one girl on each side of me. "Is this what your orgies are like?"

"Orgies?" Lexie said, lifting her head and looking surprised.

"Steve has orgies," Emma said proudly. "Right Steve?"

"I've been known to be a part of some amorous get-togethers, yes," I said matter-of-factly.

"Amorous get-togethers?" Lexie laughed. "More information please."

"When Steve moved in here, his housewarming part was an orgy," Emma said, sounding very pleased about it.

"You didn't sound that happy about it when it happened," I laughed.

'Well . . .I was younger," she said with a mischievous little smile, and I laughed. "He's got like a whole list of people he can call up and they'll come over and have sex."

"No way!" Lexie said, looking astonished again. "I didn't think stuff like that was real."




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 40



"Well, it's not quite as matter-of-fact as Emma says, but . . .yeah I guess it sorta is," I laughed. "You know, people get way too bent out of shape about sex. It's just having fun, in an intimate way. I mean today was awesome, we had all kinds of fun, and it's no big deal right? It can be the same with a bigger group, as long as everybody's got the right mindset."

"Yeah, I just never really thought about it I guess," Lexie said, and she paused for a moment. "So, are we on your list now? When's the next 'amorous get-together'?"

"Yeah, how come we're not on your list," Emma asked. "Is my mom?" She looked at me with that mischievous smile again, and deeply questioning eyes.

"Your mom? She went with me to one last summer, but a dear friend of mine died that day and it got cut short before it really started," I said. "You remember her — Connie, who used to own this place."

"Oh yeah, I remember when she died," Emma said. "Wasn't that when you and mom went to the Adirondacks?"

"Yup. We were at my friends camp," I said.

"That was an orgy?" she said with huge eyes.

"Think back to my housewarming party," I said. "Remember the blonde woman on the porch? Penny?"

Emma's eyes got even bigger. "You were at her place? Oh my God! She was wild! My mom was there?"

"It was a painting party, fixing up her old camp. It should have turned into a big sex party, but Connie died and a bunch of us left. But we did have some fun the first afternoon in the pond."

"Wow," Emma said quietly, trying to picture her mother there.

"And then she went to another party here in town this spring at another friend's house," I said. "Do me a favor and don't tell her I told you all this at once. She doesn't mind me letting things slip a little, but this is kinda big stuff, and she'd probably rather tell you herself."

"Yeah I know," Emma said. "I won't freak her out about it. I think it's cool. My dad leaving sort of messed up her head, so I'm glad she's having fun again."

"Your mom's cool," Lexie said. "My mom wouldn't even say the word orgy."

"So do you really wanna go to one?" Emma asked Lexie, sounding like a schoolgirl.

"With you I would," Lexie said.

"It can be kind of intense," I said. "Especially for a woman I think. I mean, you can be in a situation where you're having wild sex with people you've just met. And some can be quite a bit older than you guys. It's fun, and exciting, don't get me wrong. You've just gotta be in the right mindset for it. And what if your mom was there, what would you think about that?"

"Whoa! Okay, I'm a little slow, but I'm starting to put two and two together now," she said. "Now I'm starting to understand the whole 'fucking in front of me' thing she said last week." She paused and thought for a moment. "Yeah, I can do that. And I can see what you said about your friend and her daughter too. About it opening up their relationship. I can see it now."

"They shared her daughters boyfriend," I said, figuring I should put all the cards on the table.

"Whoa!" Emma said quietly, and she looked at Lexie. I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"A lot to think about, huh?" I said.

"Yeah," Emma said quietly. "It sounds hot though." 

She smiled her mischievous smile at Lexie, and Lexie matched it and nodded. Things were getting interesting.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 41



"What the fuck did you do?!" Lee said angrily. "I'm just getting used to the fact that my daughter has a girlfriend, which is totally cool by the way, and now she wants to share her with me at an orgy?!"

"Oh boy," I said.

I thought Emma would be cool with what I had told her and how we left things, but hey, she's young, and knowing what to say and when to say it is a learned skill that takes time. And Lee, I really thought she'd be happy that I'd helped to break some of that ice she had been talking about, but some ice needs to thaw on its own I guess.

"I'm sorry Lee," I said dejectedly. "They were asking about parties and . . . I don't know, the conversation went were it shouldn't have gone I guess. Emma asked about you . . . she was cool with it though. She said she was worried about you after the divorce, and she's glad you're having fun again. I didn't tell her any details or anything. It was nothing I thought you wouldn't tell her yourself if she'd asked. You guys are pretty open these days."

"Fuck," Lee said, and she finally sat down next to me on the porch futon. "Being 'open' isn't as easy as it sounds. Kids are a trip I'll tell ya."

"I'll try and do better, I'm sorry," I said. "But you guys all read me like a book, and I've always hated lying. But it's my fault. I could have gotten out of that conversation if I'd tried."

"Did you invite them to an orgy?" Lee asked, looking at me like I was a nut job.

"No, nothing like that was ever said. At least I don't think so," I said. "They did sorta say they'd like to go to one, with each other. And then the thing about you saying it was 'good to fuck in front of her', you know, last week when she walked in on us? I don't know, the way the conversation went she started putting it all together. I should have shut it down though. It was stupid of me."

"I'm as responsible as you are," she said, sounding calmer. "I guess it's just part of the process — having an open, adult relationship with them. But sharing her girlfriend with me . . . that's just . . ."

"Is she hot or is she not?" I said, smiling and trying to lighten the mood.

"Ha!" Lee said, with her first smile. "She's hot, that's for sure."

"She thinks you are too," I said, still smiling.

Lee looked at me with a look of utter bemusement and wonder. "Where did my life go off the rails . . . Oh yeah! When you moved in!" she said, giving my arm a painful pinch. "All I ever wanted was a nice quiet heterosexual relationship with a kind, gentle man . . ."

"What, I'm not kind and gentle?" I said with a smile.

"Fuck!" she said quietly, shaking her head. "What's that old saying — you live in the fast lane you die in the fast lane?"

"The slow lane's for old ladies baby," I said, and I kissed her.

———————

A couple days later Lee was still confused and wondering how to deal with the situation. She hadn't seen Emma much to talk to, and was clearly still conflicted about their 'open' relationship.

"You wanna talk to Ally again about her experience with her daughter?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so," she said. 

"You wanna lick Lexie's pussy?" I asked, figuring sometimes it's good to rip the band-aid off quick.

"Steve!" she said, and I could see on her face that she didn't want to answer.

"If you were a guy I'd already know the answer to that question," I said. "So it's no big deal if the answer's yes. It doesn't mean you have to do it."

"Yes! Okay? Are you happy?" she said. 

"I'm always happy, and so are you," I said. "That's why I love you."

"I know," she said. "I'm just tense. I need to get past this."

"You need to sit down and talk to Emma," I said. "Text her and tell her you need a couple hours. Tell her you can't talk about that stuff anymore, and resume the mother/daughter thing, or tell her you're gonna let things flow, and let the chips fall where they may. I doubt if anything bad will come out of either decision. Life has a way of working out, especially in happy families like you guys."

"Okay Yoda. Yoda with a big cock," she smiled. "Help me with this then, the thing that's really twisting my brain. Incest. It makes me feel ill just thinking about it, and this is all perilously close to it."

"Ah, okay," I said. "Now were gettin' somewhere. You know, there's no rules that say everything's gotta be wide open. Set up some boundaries. Just watching your kid have sex isn't incest is it? I don't think of it that way."

"Having not done it yet, I'm not sure how I'd feel about it," she said. "I've certainly heard her having sex, and that doesn't bother me. I find it strangely comforting, knowing that she's feeling that kind of pleasure and happiness, when the world's so full of stuff that can make you feel rotten."

"Good, good," I said, "Okay, so would adding the visual to the audio be that much different, that much of a leap? As it is now you've got a sheetrock wall between you, or a wooden door, but you can hear her, and you're picturing what's happening, and you're cool with it. What's really so different about seeing it instead of picturing it? I don't know about you, but I find watching people have sex incredibly beautiful. Especially if the participants are beautiful."

"I do to," she said, smiling a little. "Are you trying to sell me on something here?"

"No, we can talk about the bad side too," I said. "Is there one?"

"Probably a lot of things," she said. "But I can't think of any."

"There ya go," I said with a smile.

"Wow," she said with a big sigh. "This is nutty. I'm sittin' here taking advice from crazy orgy man himself."

"Hey, I'm not trying to steer you wrong," I said. "I'll help you get out of this if that's what you want. I'll talk to Emma."

"I know," she said, snuggling against my arm. "So . . . boundaries . . . what would I say? I won't touch you and you can't touch me? Sounds kinda childish."

"It doesn't matter what it sounds like — she'd understand," I said. "She might feel the same way about it. You should sit down and talk to her. It might lead somewhere, or it might lead right away from it all. You're both thoughtful, loving people, and it'll go where it's supposed to go. You know, it doesn't have to be a big orgy party either, although having more people participating might actually make it easier. But if you want, you could come over next time she and Lexie are here and join in."

"Oh there's gonna be a next time with them huh? Jesus, you are the luckiest dog in the kennel," she said, with another painful pinch of my arm. "No, I think having more people around would definitely be better. There could be more 'detachment' if I find I need it."

"So, hypothetically, just spit-ballin' here, if you both decide to do this, where would you wanna do it and who would you want to be there?" I asked. "Would you want me to organize something here?"

"No, somewhere neutral, but nice," she said. "Lindsey's I guess. Wow, that place would blow those kids minds."

"That's what it's all about right?" I said.

"Yeah," she said, with a smile that looked like she was remembering how her own mind was blown at Lindsey's.

"Adult fun for adults of all ages," I said, and Lee shook her head as she smiled some more.

———————

My guitar lesson the next week was fun. Lexie was a good, lighthearted teacher who really knew her stuff and made it fun to learn. She showed me two new strumming patterns to work on and a new chord shape to get used to. I was practicing every evening, and really happy with my progress. After the lesson she got flirty.

"It's too bad Emma had to work, but I could stay a little while," she said, looking nearly irresistible.

"I'd love to sweetheart, but I wouldn't feel right without Emma here," I said.

"Yeah I know," she said with a sigh. "Me neither."

"You guys good?" I asked.

"Yeah," Lexie said, with a sweet smile that said a lot. "I've never had a real relationship with a girl before — it's always just been sex fun, you know? But Emma, she's . . ."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "She's a real catch. You're a lucky girl, and so is she."

Lexie looked dreamy-eyed for a few moments, thinking about Emma. "Hey, you should come see the band again next weekend," she said. "We're playing that festival up at Silver Stage. Emma's coming up. You ever been there? It's really cool."

"Oh, Yeah, I've been there," I said. "I love that place. I went to the fest they have later in the summer last year with a woman friend of mine. We met a real hippie girl named Peep and she spent the whole weekend with us in my trailer. Needless to say, it was quite enjoyable."

"Yeah, that place is quite the party," she said. "Your trailer looks really cool. What's it like inside?"

I took her outside to have a look. I built a simple open carport to keep it and my truck under in the winter, and I was able to leave the windows in it open, so it was nicely aired out.

"Oh my god, this is awesome," Lexie said, and she flopped down on the bed, her silky long hair going every which-way. She had that 'I sure wish Emma was here so we could play' look on her face again.

"It's an old Airstream from the fifties," I said. "It is pretty cool, I should use it more."

"Silver Stage!" she said. "Bring it!"

———————

Lee and I drove in to the festival campground amidst the hippified youth of upstate New York and set up our little trailer. She had been wanting to see Lexie play with her band, the weather was perfect, and she was able to swap work days with a co-worker at the hospital to get a couple days off.

"God, this is a young crowd isn't it? I feel old," she said, looking around at our neighbors.

"Don't worry, we'll be far from the oldest," I said. "A lot of older dead-heads like this place. It's a nice mix."

We set up the awning and the battery powered twinkle lights, broke out some chairs and sat down with a beer.

"This is so cool," Lee said contentedly.

"The next time you can string three days in a row together we'll take it up to the Adirondacks," I said.

"Oh!" she said, looking very happy.

"You guys!" Emma said, waving both her arms as she walked towards us with Lexie past some rickety looking tents. "This is so awesome! I've never seen it all set up before! I love this thing! It looks like a little space ship!"

We all hugged and Emma took two beers out of the cooler.

"You know I'm gonna be drinking, right?" Emma said, looking at her mom.

"I know honey," Lee said. "I was twenty once too you know."

Emma's mouth curled up in a 'my mom's so cool' kind of way. "Lexie's band's got a big motorhome," she said. "One of the guys got it from his uncle for the weekend. They gave me and Lexie the nice bedroom."

"Well that was nice of them," Lee said, and she looked over at me, suddenly horrified at the various scenarios that could play out in there. "I may need Yoda later," she said quietly to me.

"Yoda?" Emma asked her.

"Just be careful girls, okay?" Lee said to them. "Have you got . . . protection?"

"Mom!" Emma said. "I thought we were all gonna be cool here. Like adults?"

"We are honey, I'm sorry," Lee said. "I am still your mom though."

"Your mom's cool, don't give her a hard time," Lexie said.

"I know," Emma said with a sweet little smile.

———————

The first band started on the big stage, and music drifted through the wooded setting. As darkness fell the partying kicked into high gear. At one point, when Lee and I were taking a break from the main stage and sitting at the trailer, a fleshy young woman wearing nothing but well worn white cotton panties drifted by, doing some sort of a modern dance. She danced her way between the neighboring tents, and disappeared into the darkness.

"I can see why you like this place," Lee said with a smile. "I didn't think this kind of free-spiritedness still existed."

"I know, it's kinda nice isn't it?" I said. "You can kinda do what you want, and everybody's happy."

"A hit of good acid doesn't hurt," she laughed. "Do they even call it that anymore, or am I showing my age?"

"Yeah I think they do," I said. "Don't tell me you dabbled?"

"Maybe," she said slyly.

"That girl looked more like the mushroom type," I said.

"She didn't have any pockets, so she must have ate 'em all," Lee laughed. "That would explain things."

"You'll never guess what I got into in Baltimore on the way up here this spring," I said. "Opium."

"No way!" she said, looking shocked. "Holy shit Steve, that's bad stuff, like really addictive."

"I know, don't worry, it was a one time thing," I said. "I can't even say for sure if I did it voluntarily. It was pretty wild, that's for sure."

I told her the story of how it happened—the grief for Connie that suddenly overtook me when I was alone on the boat, and my time with Tiamo.

"Well I'm glad you were smart enough to get some counseling, but holy shit! That's fuckin' wild! You sure do fall into some situations, don't you?"

"Yup," I said. "I'm in one now that's pretty great too."

I leaned over and kissed Lee, and she responded the way I'd gotten used to when she had a pretty good alcohol buzz going.

"Should we fuck right here with everybody watching, or go inside?" she asked, her light blue eyes flashing with horniness.

"Ooo! I see the exhibitionist in you is still alive and well," I said. "I think full on fucking's probably better done inside."

"Aww! You're no fun," she said with a wink.

She took my hand, pulled me up out of my chair and pushed me into the trailer.

"Naked mister!" she commanded.

"You don't want just a quickie?" I asked.

"Naked mister!" she said even louder as she stripped off her shorts and t-shirt. She left her sneakers on and looked like one of those cute porn stars that are too old to play schoolgirls but play schoolgirls anyway.

Lee was revved up and ready, and it didn't take long for both of us to have a big, grinding orgasm. She was laying on top of me with my cock still in her when Emma showed up.

"Lexie's band's on in about an hour," she said as she walked up the steps and through the open door. She stopped dead when she saw us. "Fuck mom! What are you turning into a nympho or somethin'?"

"Hi honey," Lee said casually, looking back over her shoulder at Emma. "You havin' as much fun as I am?"

"Apparently not!" Emma laughed. "You know anybody could have walked in here. The door's wide open."

"Well a naked girl walked by earlier, so I don't think anybody really cares, do they?" Lee said as my cock slipped out of her, and she rolled onto the bed next to me. "Come here, lay with me."

"Now you want to do this?" Emma asked. "Lexie's band's on in an hour, and I thought you were freaked out by all this anyway."

"I don't wanna do anything!" Lee said. "I just want you to sit with your mother. I'm worried about you."

"You're the one having sex at a music festival, and you're worried about me?" Emma laughed as she walked over.

Lee patted the bed next to her, but Emma climbed over both of us and squeezed in on the other side of me. I shifted tighter to Lee to give her some room.

"You're all sticky," she said, putting her small hand on my half-wilted cock.

I saw her look at her mother as she touched it, and Lee looked at her. Emma took hold of it and squeezed it, looking at it in fascination as it started to grow again. She scrunched her body down and kissed it lightly, her tongue came out and swirled around the tip, and she smiled.

"You okay mom?" she asked, looking at Lee, who was looking on with fascination of her own.

"I'm okay," she said quietly.

Emma took me deeper in her mouth and moaned, and gave me a lovely slow, sensual blow-job.

"Sorry Steve," she said as she stopped, "but I've gotta go find Lexie. Don't forget, she's on in like forty-five minutes. I'll meet you guys at the soundboard in half an hour, okay?"

"Okay sweetie," I said as she climbed across us.

"Bye honey" Lee said as she left. "My baby's not my baby anymore," she said to me. "That's the hardest thing to get used to."

"She's a beautiful woman now," I said. "You did a wonderful job with your girls."

"I guess," she said. "For the life of me I don't know what I'm doing now though."

"What did you feel? Was it awful?" I asked.

"No. It was beautiful," she said. "That's what confuses me. Parents are conditioned to not like it when they see their kid having sex. They're supposed to yell and scream, and tell them not to do it. I know what you're gonna say, she's not a kid. I know she's a woman now, it's just a weird transition, especially when it's happening right there in living color in front of you, ya know?"

"Do you remember Ally talking about how she wished she had learned when she was her daughter's age how wonderful and beautiful sex can be?" I asked. "That's what you're giving Emma and Becka. Their lives are going to be rich with vibrant sexuality, without all the ridiculous guilt. I wish I had learned all that at twenty myself."

"Me too," she said. "And that's the part Ally told me that I've been trying to keep in mind. You certainly made up for lost time though. God!" she laughed.

"You're not doin' so bad yourself, Miss Erotic Art Model Of The Year," I laughed.

"God that was exciting!" she said.

———————

Lexie's band killed it. The crowd loved them, and their deep funk hip-hop groove had everyone moving. Up near the stage, where we were with Emma, it was a wild dancing frenzy, the likes of which I hadn't seen in a while.

"Fuckin' bass player's hot man," a very high guy next to me said, yelling to be heard. "Some lucky guy's tappin' that."

"He really is a lucky bastard!" I yelled over towards him with a smile, and Lee looked up at me and shook her head with a smile of her own.

"I love hot bass players that can really play man! Catherine Popper, Tal Wilkenfeld. Damn, this girls got it too, she's fuckin' awesome!" he yelled.

Lexie's deep groove overtook him and he was swept away in an odd bobbing and weaving dance, and disappeared in the happy crowd. Lee laughed. I put my arms around her and held her in front of me.

"You know, I used to love these things when I was young and free," she said loudly into my ear. "This brings back good memories."

The band got a huge ovation when they finished, and Lexie's smile lit up the stage.

"Oh my God!" Emma said, her eyes misted with tears, proud of her lover. "Look how happy she is!"

Lexie saw Emma cheering and her smile grew even bigger.

Emma left us to catch up with the band, and Lee and I went off in search of food. With two bowls of shrimp gumbo over rice in our hands we went back to the trailer to relax. It was spicy stuff and the beers went down easy.

The topless dancing girl walked by again, and she had a tired looking bra on to go with her old cotton panties.

"How come you got dressed?" I asked.

"I was cold," she said, looking glazed. "I liked havin' it off better though."

She looked down at the ground, swaying unsteadily as she took the bra off.

"You can leave it here if you want," I said. "Come and get it when you want it."

"Thank you," she said with an unfocused smile. She draped it over the canopy support and drifted off into the darkness again.

"Wow," Lee said. "The mother in me wants to take her home. I'm guessing you're gonna have a souvenir to hang on the wall of the trailer."

"Speaking of souvenirs, what did you do with Carol's drawing of us?" I asked.

"It's at the frame shop," she said. "It took all my courage to walk in there with it, 'cause it definitely looks like me, but it was kind of exciting—the guy that took care of me was cute."

"Did you let him take care of you, or did he just take care of you?" I asked with a smirk.

"Ha! Unlike you, I'm not to the point where I'm bangin' everybody I see yet," she laughed. "But if I keep hangin' around with you I might get there."




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 41



After checking out the night's headliner, an electronic dance music band that wasn't really our thing, we retired to the sanctuary of our little trailer and made love quietly before drifting off to sleep. It was a pretty noisy camping area, with lots of partying late into the night, so long stretches of sleep were hard to come by. In the wee hours we were awakened by closer voices outside the trailer — Emma and Lexie.

"Holy shit, is this your mom's?" Lexie asked.

"What the . . .!" Emma exclaimed quietly. "No, it's not her size, and she wouldn't wear anything this old and dirty. At least I hope not," she giggled. They both sounded like they'd been partying heavily.

"You think they got someone in there?" Lexie asked.

"No, we don't have anyone in here," Lee said through the little window. "You girls all right?"

"Hi mom!" Emma said brightly. "The motorhome's outa control. The guys got girls in there, and Lexie doesn't wanna get into that. Can we stay with you guys?"

"Sure, let us put on some clothes," Lee said.

"Don't bother, we've all seen each other naked already," Emma said, and she and Lexie came in without waiting. "Oh, I guess you haven't seen Lex have you mom . . . she's wicked hot, you won't mind."

"Have you been smoking pot?" Lee asked as she switched on a dim little light next to the bed.

"Mom! You were twenty once too, remember?" Emma said.

"I do. That's why I worry about you," Lee said.

"Mom! Were you a bad girl?" Emma asked, suddenly very interested.

"Maybe a little," Lee said with a smirk.

"Speaking of bad girls, who's bra is that outside?" Emma asked.

"Oh, just a lost soul who's been wandering around half naked," Lee said.

"There's quite a few of them tonight," Lexie said.

"Speaking of half naked, you look comfortable," Emma said to her mom, who was naked and sitting up in bed with a sheet barely covering her lower body. "Did you guys drink all those beers out there?"

"Maybe," Lee said.

"I think my mom's got a buzz!" Emma said, looking pleased.

"So what about it, you do too," Lee said, and she stuck her tongue out at Emma.

"Settle down now," I said. "What's that old saying? Make love not war?"

"Sounds good to me!" Emma said. "You wanna make me scream Lexie honey?"

"You guys are on the couch," Lee said, tossing Emma the only blanket. "And keep the screaming down, we've got neighbors."

"Turn the light on in the bathroom so we can switch this off," Lee said. "Goodnight girls."

The bathroom light cast a dim, shadowy glow over the girls on the small couch, and they stripped naked and huddled together under the blanket. Soon they were kissing, and quiet moans betrayed their wandering hands.

"You just gonna lay there and watch?" Lee asked me quietly.

"Sure, why not," I said with a smile. "Guys love this kinda shit. Oww!" I said when Lee pinched my arm hard.

"Jeez mom, don't hurt him," Emma laughed. "Did you finish that blow-job I started earlier?"

"You gave him a blow-job?" Lexie asked, sounding excited.

"I started, but I had to leave and find you before your set," Emma said.

"She never finished it," I said, figuring I'd stir things up.

"Mom!" Emma said.

"Well I fucked him! Doesn't that count?" Lee said, sounding exasperated.

"I dunno, does that count Steve," Emma asked.

"Not really," I said, and Lee pinched me again. "Oww!"

"Mom! Quit hurtin' him!" Emma said as she got off the couch. "I need to finish what I started."

"Don't think I don't know what's goin' on here you two," Lee said.

Now Lexie was the spectator, and she watched her young lover climb onto the bed and pull the sheet off the already hard cock in my hand.

"Oh God you're gettin' good at this," I said as Emma sucked me in exquisitely. "Fuck!"

"I'd go sit on the couch, but I don't know if it's any safer over there," Lee said, looking over at the stunning Lexie, sitting up in the dim shadows almost fully unveiled from the blanket.

"Go ahead mom, she won't bite," Emma said. "Unless you ask her too."

"Ohhhh!" I groaned, as Emma went at me with more enthusiasm.

Lee and Lexie were staring each other down, not sure what to do. Lexie had a ridiculously sexy little smile on her face, and her hand was under the blanket doing God knows what.

"I know what I'd be doing right know," I said quietly to Lee.

"Oh what the hell," Lee said, and she walked to Lexie, who held the blanket up and swept it over Lee and herself, covering them completely, giggling quietly as she did it.

The blanket didn't last long. Lexie had Lee above her, her slim fingers sliding through Lee's lovely pussy, and one of Lee's tits dangling onto her extended, licking tongue. Lee moaned deeply. "Oh you beautiful girl!" she said.

Emma didn't finish her blow-job after all. She gave it a good start, but needed more.

"Fuck me baby!" she said quietly, and she turned around for me to take her doggy style so she could watch the building action on the couch. "Oh fuck!" she said as I obeyed her command, and I plumbed her depths as she watched her mother in the throws of passion with her lover. "Oh God this is too much! Fuck! I'm fucking cumming!

I've rarely seen a woman cum that quickly or that violently.

"Wow baby! That was nice," I said.

"Yeah wow!" she said. "Holy fuck!"

She rolled on her back and embraced me, holding me tight as she gathered her wits.

"This is so fuckin' hot, I can't even begin to tell you," she said quietly in my ear. "I mean listen to them! . . . Oh my God! . . . Fuck me again. Fuck me hard."

Once again I eagerly obeyed her command, repositioning after a few minutes, with her legs up on my shoulders. She came hard again, like a wild animal.

By that time Lee had a powerful orgasm of her own, with her pussy hovering over Lexie's talented tongue, squeezing her own tits and trying to stifle screams as her body erupted.

Emma watched as they shifted positions and her mothers tongue lifted Lexie to the brink, and she squeezed my cock hard in her hand when Lexie came.

"Oh my fuckin' God!" Emma said quietly. "There's nothing hotter than this. Never will anything be hotter."

"Can we all be together?" Emma said a little louder. "Don't worry mom, it's cool, I won't touch you there," she said as Lexie and her mom approached hand-in-hand.

"Okay honey," Lee said softly.

We all squeezed onto the small bed and Lee mounted me as Emma ravaged beautiful Lexie. The fucking and lovemaking was beautiful and tender, wild and woolly, and everything in between. Somehow Lee and Emma avoided each others 'private parts', although a modicum of 'tit appreciation' took place. All in all it was a beautiful, magical night.

———————

The morning sun streaming through the trees illuminated the walking wounded — a few silent, hungover music lovers, wandering to and fro through the camping area. I cooked up a mess of scrambled eggs, Lee made coffee, and she heated up some bagels in the tiny microwave. Emma and Lexie finally stirred from their limb entwined slumber on the little couch.

"I don't know about you girls, but I worked up a heck of an appetite last night," Lee said to them.

"Mornin' mom," Emma said groggily. "Where's my clothes? Oh . . ."

She pulled on her panties and wandered into the bathroom.

"Mornin' Lee," Lexie said quietly. Mornin' Steve." She kissed Lee on the shoulder and gave my ass a squeeze, and then looked for her own panties.

"Did you get some rest sweetheart?" Lee asked her.

"Oh God yes," Lexie said, "I was out like a light. I don't know if I've ever had a day like that before. We rehearsed in the afternoon, got all our gear up here, set up and played that awesome set, broke it all down, partied with everybody . . . and then you guys. You just took it over the top. Best day ever."

She kissed us both on the cheek and took her turn in the bathroom when Emma came out.

"Me too," Emma said, with her own kisses on our cheeks. "Best day ever."

We went outside to eat in the lawn chairs, all three of the girls wearing t-shirts and panties.

"Looks like our friend came back," I said pointing to the empty spot that Dancing Girl's bra had mysteriously vanished from.

"I hope she had as much fun as we did," Emma said with a little giggle.

Lee looked at all of us, with a twinkle in her eye. "That's not possible," she said with a cute little smile.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 42



"Steve, I want you to fuck my sister," Antony said on the phone, and he broke into gales of hysterical laughter. "I can't believe I just said that!" he said, and he laughed some more. He half covered up the phone and spoke to his partner Donald. "Can you believe I just said that?" he said to him, and he laughed again and I heard Donald's usual infectious giggle in the background. "Oh my God Steve, I'm sorry, that's just too funny," he said, sounding exhausted from laughing so hard. "Are you there Stevie?"

"I'm here Antony, what's goin' on?" I said, with a little laugh myself.

"Here's the funny part. I really do want you to fuck my sister." He tried to stifle another laugh, but it forced it's way out through his nose. "Okay, I'm gonna get control here," he said, and Donald giggled again behind him.

"Okay," he said, finally under control. "First of all, feel free to say 'no thanks' at any time. We just thought maybe you'd enjoy the challenge," he said, and another gale of laughter forced it's way through his clenched throat. "Oh my God, I'm making a mess of this." He half covered the phone again and said to Donald, "I thought we had this ready," making me think they had rehearsed the conversation, and they both broke down in laughter again.

"You know we love you right Stevie? We're not making fun of you or anything," he said, finally calming down.

"I love you guys too," I said. "So what's the story?"

"My sister Lucia, God bless her heart, is turning into a stodgy old maid before our eyes, and it makes us so sad," he said. "Every once in a while she'll have a horrible date and . . . it's just tragic Stevie, I don't know how else to put it. She's gotten so down hearted about men, and she's just retreating into her lonesome world. I know this is a completely presumptuous and odd request, but if you could bring her into that exciting world of yours, even just a little, it'd be like saving someone's life. I swear to God."

"Antony, you know I'll do anything for you and Donald . . . apart from the gay stuff of course," I said, and he laughed hysterically again, covered the phone, told Donald what I'd said, and laughed some more.

"Oh Stevie, you're a gem. One in a million," he said. "I'll tell you right now she's not a great beauty or anything, but she's a sweet person, and twenty years ago had such a spark for life."

"She sounds great Antony. If I've learned anything in these last two crazy years it's that a woman's beauty is mostly underneath the skin.

"Oh . . . Stevie, you're gonna make me cry . . . so, how can we do this?" he said. "I'd really like it if she thinks she's attracting you instead of me sending you, you know?"

"Just tell her you're sending me over to fix something at her house," I said, suddenly feeling odd about the whole thing. Antony could sense it I think.

"Yes, that's good," he said. "And Steve, forget the whole sex thing, that was crude of me and unnecessary. Just be yourself around her, that'll be plenty. Your smile'll make her feel like a million bucks. I know it does for everybody else."

———————

Antony found some things that needed fixing at his sister Lucia's place — a screen door that slammed, and a shelf that was falling apart, and he called me when he was there to set up an appointment. I went over a few days later.

She lived in a small ranch style house, on a street of identically styled homes probably built in the late fifties. Her's looked like it had some flair at one point, but it had gotten a bit run down.

"You must be Steve," she said, greeting me with a small, nervous smile below her somewhat ponderous looking glasses. She had a round face with high cheekbones, and her Portuguese heritage showed in her dark eyes, dark eyebrows, and wavy dark brown hair. "Those boys are just crazy about you."

"It's nice to meet you Lucia," I said, shaking her hand gently. "I'm pretty fond of them too, in a strictly heterosexual way of course." 

Her nervous smile got even more nervous. "So, this door here . . . Antony suddenly decided it's been bothering him 'forever', and then he broke my shelf in here," she said as we walked into her living room. "I got the distinct feeling he wanted me to meet you," she said with a nervous smirk.

"Ha! Well, knowing Antony, that doesn't surprise me a bit," I said, speaking the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So far anyway.

She squinted at me a little, clearly wondering if I was in on anything. I walked to the shelf and had a look.

"I should be able to fix this up today. I'll need you to clear everything off the lower part here," I said, trying to act professional as long as her suspicion was in high gear. "Let's take a look at the door."

As we walked over she hit me with it. "Did he ask you to come here because of me?"

"Yes," I said, and her face dropped into her hand. "Don't be mad at him. You know how sweet and caring he is. He said he was worried about you."

"And just what are you supposed to do about it?" she asked with a smirk.

"This is gonna sound ridiculous coming from me," I said, smiling a little, "but just picture it coming from him, okay? He said my smile makes everybody feel like a million bucks, and he was sure it would do the same for you."

"Ha! Well that does sound like my brother," she said with a little laugh.

"Yeah, he's somethin' else. Great guy," I said with a smile.

"He was right," she said, looking at my smile, and then up into my eyes. "But then, he usually is." 

"So if this is awkward, just say the word," I said. "I don't ever want customers to feel uncomfortable with me."

"No it's okay," she said. "Like I said, he's usually right, and who am I to complain. It's not like I've had any men around smiling at me for a while." She looked over the top of her glasses and smirked again. She was kinda cute.

I had a look at the screen door, and told her I'd have to get a new closing cylinder and latch and return the next day to fix it.

"So . . . am I supposed to wear something sexy next time you come? Is that how it works?" she asked, looking over the top of her glasses again.

"In the movies. Only occasionally in real life," I said with a little smile.

"Occasionally huh?" she said. "Did he pay you to be here? I just want to be clear on what's happening here."

Nope, not a dime," I said. "I'm a real handyman. A pretty good one too."

"Yeah I know," she said, still trying to feel me out. "They've been talking about you for years."

"He said you needed some work done. He said you were cute. Both things seem to be true," I said.

"I feel like this is Candid Camera or something," she said, still looking suspicious.

"Antony probably won't be happy about it, but everything's pretty much out in the open at this point," I said.

"Huh," she said. She took off her glasses, put the temple tip between her teeth and squinted at me. "He said you were cute too. Only a gay brother would say that. I'm like ten years older than you ya know."

"Who gives a shit about that? I'm just here to fix your door," I said with a wink, and she smiled.

She put her glasses back on and shook her head. "That brother of mine sure does make life interesting sometimes."

———————

I fixed the shelf and went back the next day to do the door work. Lucia answered the door in a gorgeous little wrap dress, vivid royal blue with light blue and purple accents, a batik type thing that looked right at home with her Portuguese looks. Her full, slightly plump shape filled it out beautifully, and the plunging neckline showed off her remarkable and apparently bra-less cleavage.

"Wow!" I said. "Well this is getting interesting. Just like in the movies."

"Maybe I'm just going out," she said.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry," I said, backpedaling as best I could.

She shook her head at me. "It's nine o'clock in the morning. Where would I be going?"

I smiled, but she suddenly looked embarrassed. "I'm feeling a little ridiculous here all of the sudden," she said.

"No, far from ridiculous," I said. "This is a wonderful way to start the day for someone like me."

"Someone like you?" she asked, tipping her head down like she was looking over her glasses, but they weren't there. She was wearing contact lenses and had her eyes made up beautifully.

"I love beautiful women, what can I say," I said as I walked to her. She looked in my eyes as I approached, and I kissed her. It was a long lingering kiss, full of possibilities.

"I'm gonna have to buy Antony a big Christmas present this year," she said as she led me by the hand to her bedroom.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said as she pulled off my t-shirt, and I tried to undo her dress. It was an unusual one and she said she'd do it.

"Holy shit!" she said when I dropped my pants, and she laughed. "Where the fuck am I supposed to put that! I'm just an old lady who's had sex about three times in the last decade you know!"

"Don't worry, I'm an expert," I said with a smile. I felt a little ridiculous after I said it.

"Oh my God!" she said, shaking her head. "Wait'll I get a hold of that brother of mine."

"We can go back to fixing the door if you want," I said, standing before her with eight inches of hard meat pointing at her belly.

"No fuckin' way!" she said, like it was the stupidest idea ever. "You got me into this craziness, I'm takin' advantage! Believe me, this stuff never happens to me. As in capital NEVER! You're not getting out of here for . . .at least five minutes. I don't know if I can take that thing for much longer," she laughed, looking at my cock as her tangled dress finally hit the floor.

I pressed my body against her, and my cock slipped between her warm meaty thighs.

"Add a couple hours to that and you're in the ballpark," I said.

"Oh god!" she said with an astonished look, and I kissed her hard.

She was breathing so hard I thought she might pass out, so I maneuvered her to the bed.

"No," she said. "I want you standing up first. I'm lousy at this, but I've always wanted to do it to a guy with a big one."

She slid slowly down my body to a crouching position, and my cock sprang up from between her big tits as it passed through.

"Holy shit!" she said as it slapped her in the chin, and she took it in her hand and stroked it, up close and personal to her face. "This is way better than porn."

She gave me a nervous beginner's blow-job, and I moaned and enjoyed it like it was the best I'd ever had.

"You're a good actor, I'm actually buying it," she said, smiling up at me.

"What can I say baby," I said, "any time a beautiful woman has my cock in her mouth I like it a lot."

After a few minutes she stopped and pulled me toward the bed. "Enough of that amateur stuff," she said. "I wanna see what the expert can do."

"Nothin' like puttin' pressure on a guy," I said with a smile.

"Oh please," she said. "if you don't know what you're doing around a bedroom I'm a monkey's uncle."

I pushed her down on her back and kissed my way to her well trimmed pussy, which smelled of spicy perfume.

"God you smell good!" I said.

"I may or may not have prepared," she said, and then she shrieked when my tongue split her open and landed swirling on her clit. "Oh shit!" she said, "Thank God for men who know what they're doing. I was beginning to think you were all extinct."

It took her a long time to get to an orgasm, and it wasn't the big ripper I was hoping for, but the day was young and I could tell that getting to even a small one was a big deal for her.

"That was nice!" she said quietly as she caught her breath. "Oh God that was nice!"

I picked up her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

"Oh boy, here we go!" she said. "You really think that thing's gonna fit?"

"I guarantee it," I said with a smile.

"Do you back that guarantee with your million dollar smile?" she asked with a big-time smile of her own.

I pressed into her a little at a time, and fluttering, happy moans came from her smiling mouth.

"Oh my God! she said when I bottomed out. "I've never . . ."

I started a deep thrust into her and she went silent as she held her breath, her eyes rolling back. A big exhale and another held breath came as she lifted her head and locked eyes with me, her mouth hanging open even though she wasn't breathing again. The cycle of quick gasps between held breaths continued, and I slowly built speed and gave her a nice long fucking.

"Oh . . . my . . . God!" she said through clenched teeth as her body tensed, and the big orgasm I was hoping she'd find ripped through her.

I stood with my hard cock still in her, massaging her legs against my chest, and let her come down and catch her breath.

"So what do you like? Any positions you wanna try?" I asked.

"You mean we're not done?" she asked with big surprised eyes. "I swear to God this must be Candid Camera. Is Allen Funt hiding in my closet?"

"If he is their ratings are gonna be sky high this week," I laughed.

"You know, no one's ever asked me what I like before. I have always wanted to try something. I'm not sure what you call it. You lay down," she said, and she climbed on top of me.

"Ooo, you hit on one of my favorites," I said as she swung her leg over me. "It's called sixty-nine."

"God it feels so dirty!" she said, with excitement in her voice.

She grabbed a hold of my cock and I nuzzled on her swollen pink pussy.

"Oh my GOD!" she said. "Okay, this is good!"

We sixty-nined until she couldn't stand it any more, and then I rolled her off and took her doggy style. With my hand underneath on her clit she came hard again, and I pulled out and made a mess of her nice round ass.

"You are a dirty boy!" she said. "I've suddenly learned I like dirty boys."

"Can I ask you something personal?" I said, relaxing next to her while she played with my chest hair. "How often do you look like you did when you answered the door this morning?"

"I had to work at that. It took hours," she laughed, and then her face got serious. "I don't know, it's been years I guess. Let me clarify that . . . ten years maybe since I've really given it that kind of effort. That doesn't sound good does it."

"No it doesn't, because it's a waste of a beautiful woman in the prime of her life," I said. "I'd like you to meet some friends of mine. One in particular. Her name's Lindsey. She's actually your brother's neighbor."

"Why do you want me to meet her?" she asked.

"Because she's great, and I think you guys would hit it off. And she was sorta stuck in the doldrums for a lotta years after an ugly divorce that made her feel like less than she really was. She was heading quickly towards frumpdom, but you'd never believe it when you see her now. Everybody thinks she's hot now, and she has as much fun as anyone I know."

"And you think I can be hot? I think you're a little touched in the head. Were you ever tested when you were a child?" she smirked. "I've made my peace with not being hot and never being hot."

"Wouldn't it be fun to try it?"

"You make it sound like it's easily doable," she said. "Sometimes it's not you know. Sometimes it's not even possible."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "But I'm not talkin' about the cover of Vogue. I'm talkin' about turning heads in the supermarket. I can see that in you right now."

"I'm naked. I guess I can see how that would work," she smirked, and I laughed.

"You know you're delightful, right?" I said. "So you'll meet her? Lindsey? The worst that might happen is you'll make a new friend."

———————

"How nice to meet you!" Lindsey said as she sat down at our table at the restaurant for lunch the next day. 

Small talk ensued. Lindsey and Lucia both have quick wits and good senses of humor, and they hit it off right away.

"I've become quite fond of your brother and Donald." Lindsey said. "They didn't think much of me at first, but I don't blame them, I was a bore back then."

"Oh boy, is that what my neighbors think of me?" Lucia said. "It wouldn't surprise me if they don't think of me at all."

"If you don't mind me saying so, you are a bit . . . nondescript," Lindsey said. "But you're very womanly underneath, I can tell."

"I don't mind at all. That's what we're here for I guess," Lucia said.

"Well, we're here to meet and become friends I hope," Lindsey said, "but are you open to a few suggestions?"

"I think it'll take a lot more than a few, so we better get started," Lucia said with a little smile.

"Well, the glasses have got to go," Lindsey said flatly. "Glasses can be sexy, but not those. I have a friend who's in the business. It'd be fun to go with you and help you pick some out. And the hair — I've got a good girl, or maybe the man who did Julia, he seems very good. He's a little more adventurous — that might be just what you need, and fun."

"Might as well go all the way," Lucia said with a nervous smile.

"That's the spirit!" Lindsey said with a big smile. "As far as clothes, I'm going to call Carol and see when she and Julia are available. Carol's an artist and a wonderful judge of what looks right on a person. You can come too if you want Steve, for the male perspective."

"I think you guys have got it pretty well figured out these days." I said.

"You know Lucia, your brother's picking up the tab for every bit of this," Lindsey said. 

"Oh," Lucia said quietly, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Sorry," she said with a sniffle as she wiped away a tear. "He's just the best brother . . ."

———————

"Steve, you dear sweet man," Antony said on the phone a few day's later. "Lucia's alive again thanks to you and Lindsey and your friends. I don't even know what to say."

"You just said plenty my friend," I said. "She's such a great person to be around, but I should have known that, being your sister."

"I haven't seen her this engaged with life in almost twenty years," he said. "I really don't know how to thank you."

"You may not be thanking me when you get the credit card bill for her clothes," I said, and Antony went into one of his wonderful gales of laughter.

———————

The next time I saw Lucia was at the same restaurant. She invited me to thank me, and, I'm sure, to see if I approved of her new look. It sounds like an old cliché from a movie, but I didn't recognize her and did a double take as I was walking past her at the bar.

"I tried the naked thing in the supermarket. It worked pretty well," she said with a radiant smile as I stopped in my tracks.

"No need to be naked when you look like this!" I said. "Wow, you look fantastic!"

"The first couple of days it all felt really over the top, but I'm getting used to it," she said.

"Are you getting used to that?" I asked, tilting my head toward a man who was clearly checking her out.

"I'll never get used to that," she said, tugging at her dress nervously. "Do I look too slutty?"

"Absolutely not!" I said. "Classy, but not flaunting it classy. Middle class classy, with a good dose of sexy, if that makes any sense."

"Good, I can live with that," she said with a smile.

We got a table and sat down and ordered.

"Which came first, the hair or the glasses," I asked.

"The hair. I just picked up the glasses this morning," she said. "I went to Julia's hair guy. He's a completely flamboyant artiste. It was so fun!"

"He does great work," I said. "He totally transformed Julia. Did she tell you what she used to look like?"

"She showed me pictures. Lindsey too," she said, and she paused, looking deep into my eyes. "So I've been hearing a lot of stories about you."

"Uh-oh," I said. "You're not one to mince words. Should I be worried about what's coming next?"

"No," she said with a little smile, her eyes twinkling.

Our food came and the conversation flowed freely. Lucia picked lightly at her grilled chicken caesar salad.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 42



"I'm dieting," she said. "Seems crazy after I just bought a whole new wardrobe. Antony laughed about it, but he loves the idea. Said he can't wait to buy me skinny clothes."

"I'd be happy to help with the exercise," I said with a wink. Lucia's eyes flared slightly, and she suddenly looked shy.

"How do you juggle all your women?" she said. "It seems . . . crazy to me."

"It seems crazy to me too," I said. "I certainly didn't expect things to end up like this."

"You're not in love with any of them?" she asked, studying my face.

"I'm in love with all of them." I said. "But it's a different kind of love than what most people think of I guess."

"You know, it's been a long time since I've talked to a man and believed what he was saying," she said, "but with you I feel that every time you speak you're telling the truth. That's what I find so fascinating about you."

"Not my big hard cock?" I said with a smile.

"Oh, that too," she said, and a blush darkened her lightly made-up face.

"You're a pretty good truth teller yourself you know," I said. "It's one of your most endearing qualities."

"Why thank you sir," she said with a smile. "I guess this is the perfect time to tell you I couldn't be hornier."

"I do love honesty," I said. "Your place or mine?"

"I'd love to see yours sometime, but I don't think I'm gonna make it past the parking lot," she said with a sexy smile.

"I can work with that," I said.

We paid up and went outside, looked around at the busy parking lot, took her aging Honda Element around to the quiet back side of the restaurant and she parked it behind a big dumpster. She delighted in showing me how the seats fold flat, and the whole interior turns into a somewhat lumpy double bed.

"I've never needed it before, but I need it now," she said.

We were standing next to the car, and her hand went to my crotch as we kissed, her spicy perfume quickly intoxicating me. She spun around and looked back over her shoulder.

"Undo me?" she said with a sexy smile.

"You don't mess around do you?" I said as I unzipped her sexy summer dress.

"Depends on your description of messing around," she said and she stepped out of her dress right there next to the dumpster. "The girls tell me you like lingerie."

"Good God!" I said as she climbed into her car, fully decked out in Victoria's Secret's finest.

I followed her in and she quickly had my shirt open and my pants down.

"Wow . . . It's gonna take some time to get used to seeing that thing," she said as my almost fully hard cock sprang free.

She pulled her panties aside and mounted me, both of us moaning loudly.

"I'm not very good at foreplay," she said, and she moaned again.

"We can work on that," I said as I started thrusting slowly up into her.

"You want me to become a cocksucker?" she smiled.

"You might find you like it," I said, and I thrusted deeper and harder.

"Oh Fuck!" she said breathlessly. "Oh I like it, I'm just not very good at it."

"The girls'll help ya," I said. "Julia was a quick learner."

"Shut up and fuck me!" she said and we settled into a nice rhythm. "Oh God! . . . that's fuckin' amazing!"

"What are you lookin' at?" I asked.

"People not to far from here," she said breathlessly. "I can't believe I'm doing this . . . Oh fuck!"

"Do it baby. Cum for me," I said, encouraging her building orgasm.

"Oh my God!" she said, her voice suddenly up an octave, and she came hard as I gave her all I had.

She rolled off onto the other flat seat next to us, and looked shocked when she saw my still hard cock.

"Don't tell me you didn't . . . What are you, like superman or something?" she said. "What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Well. I'd hate to make a mess of your car, so maybe . . ." I said, pointing to my open mouth.

"Oh ya think so huh?" she said with an 'I don't think so' look.

"Just a thought," I said with a smile.

"Just a thought?" she said, shaking her head. "My education's in top gear I guess."

She took me into her mouth and moaned as it filled up with hot sticky cock.

"God, I can taste me on you," she said, and she moaned again as her mouth filled again. "I don't even know how to make someone like you cum like this. You last so long, we might be here all day."

"Don't worry, this is pretty hot," I said, and she looked up at me with twinkling eyes and a full mouth. "Yeah, that's it baby."

She quickly learned what made me feel good, and I let myself go for a quick finish.

"Oh yeah . . . here we go baby!" I said just before the big moment, and she whimpered and moaned as I gushed into her beautiful mouth.

"Oh my God!" she said quietly after she swallowed. "A mouthful of jizz out behind a dumpster. Is it weird that I'm proud of myself right now? I had a girlfriend in high school who would be so proud of me right now."

"Not weird at all," I said. "Learning how to have fun in life is definitely something to be proud of."

"Kinda like warm pudding," she said with a little smile as she cleaned up her mouth with her hand. "I could get used to that."

"You're gonna be very popular with your gentleman friends," I said.

"I've never heard those words strung together in reference to me before," she said, and she paused. "I almost said I'll believe it when I see it, but look at me, almost naked in a parking lot in broad daylight with a gorgeous younger man, wiping his cum of my chin." She laughed and her eye's twinkled. "I guess things are looking up."



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 43



Chrissy called. The first one of 'my girls' that truly stole my heart. If it wasn't for that damn rich husband of hers . . . and that damn twenty year age difference . . . oh well, at least I got to spend time with her now and then.

"How does a couple days in the mountains sound?" she asked. "Can you get away?"

"I'm in sweetheart," I said. I'm sure she could hear me smiling.

———————

I arrived at Chrissy's Lake Placid lodge on an overcast morning, and found her outside the carriage house garage with a hose in her hand, washing the Ferrari Dino, it's yellow color brightening up the grayish day. She ran to me when I got out of my truck, her bra-less tits bouncing under a white sweatshirt. She embraced me silently, with her head against my chest.

"Doesn't this feel so different this time?" she finally said, and I kissed her softly. "Last time we were here it was all so new between us, and there was so much unsaid that needed to be figured out. Now . . . it's gonna be wonderful Steve."

"I don't know if I've ever seen you look happier, or sexier," I said.

"You like my cleaning clothes?" she said, and she twirled around like a model, giving me a look at her water splashed sweatshirt, khaki shorts and bare feet.

"You make everything look sexy," I said, smiling my approval.

I took the sponge and we made quick work of the car wash. I grabbed my bag out of my truck and we walked to the porch steps of the big lodge and Chrissy sat down on the top step, looking out at the beautiful woodland that wrapped around the side of the old house.

"God I love it here," she said as she listened to the birds.

"So how are things going for you?" I asked. "Are you as happy as you look?"

"I am right at the moment," she said, "but not in general, no. How can I put this politely . . . my marital frustrations are becoming more acute."

"Ha! That's some mighty articulate politeness," I said. "So, I'm hoping that means . . . I get to see more of you?"

"I was hoping you'd hope that, because that's what I'm hoping too," she smiled. "I'm even hoping to get to Florida this year to do some suntanning on your boat."

"Oh my God!" I said. "Don't tease me now. For real?"

"I'd really like to, yes," she said. "It's not a done deal though, so . . ." 

I cut her off with a kiss. A deep passionate kiss that ended with her on her back on the porch floor with her sweatshirt pushed up, and her beautiful olive skinned tits in my hands.

"My goodness Mr. Mills!" she said with a surprised smile. "I'm old enough to be you mother you know!" and then she giggled like a schoolgirl while my mouth ravaged her beautiful nipples.

I rested my head on her warm belly and her slender fingers played with my hair.

"I wish every day could be this wonderful," she said. The birds chirped and we listened to each other breathe for a minute or two. "So how are things going for you?" she asked. "Are you as happy as you look?"

"How could I not be right now?" I said.

"Tell me about your life," she said as she looked up at the porch ceiling, her body completely relaxed on the painted wood floor.

"My life?" I asked. "What do you want to know?"

"Oh I don't know," she said. "Are you in love?"

"Other than with you?" I said. "I think so, but it's a tough question with so many women in my life. I care deeply about all of them, and I love some of them, but in different ways. I know that's not what you're asking though. Yeah, I think I'm in love — Lee's daughter Becka, we've developed a deep connection. I haven't let it blossom fully, because she's young and halfway through college, and I don't think she knows what she wants out of life yet. I can't feel a hundred percent right about it until I get that feeling in my gut, that she knows exactly what she wants and I'm it. You know what I mean?"

"I do," Chrissy said, still twirling my hair in her fingers. "This might sound weird, but I think you and Lee make a nice couple too."

"Yeah, it's certainly an odd situation I find myself in," I said. "Lee's...she's pretty great."

"Is she still seeing Stewart?" she asked.

"Oh that's right, you met him at Lindsey's last party didn't you," I said. "I'm not sure, but I think that sort of fizzled out. She hasn't mentioned him lately."

"I probably shouldn't say this, but he wasn't a very good lover," Chrissy said. "The weak link of that night's chain anyway. I'm sure you've spoiled Lee—living right next door to her, she knows what good in bed is all about these days."

"She's pretty good at it herself," I said.

"I know, I could see that at Lindsey's," she said. " And she's so beautiful, and cute, and hot. I've always been jealous of her type, but she's so sweet I can't help but like her."

"You've been jealous of her type?" I said, lifting my head up of Chrissy's warm belly. "I can't believe that!"

"Believe it," she said, and she pushed me back down and played with my hair some more. "Being so obviously Italian—olive skin, black hair and big eyebrows—it was no picnic when I was a teenager, believe me. I would have given anything to have an athletic body like hers, and blue eyes and blonde hair."

"Wow!" I said. "You know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, right?"

"Ha!" she said as she squeezed my cranium. "That's a gross exaggeration, but thank you sweetheart. So, is Lee one of your loves?"

"Oh, absolutely," I said.

"Yeah, I don't know why I even asked," she said. "I could see it both times I was with you guys."

"That's funny, because she said the same thing about you and me," I said.

"Here's a question for you," she said. "Do you think an open marriage would work?"

"It's working for Ronnie and Kathy, and they're pushing the limits pretty far," I said. "Depends on the person I guess. I think it would work for me, as long as neither of us let it get out of control. Maybe just an 'on special occasions' kinda thing. There'd have to be a lot of open communication all along the way."

"Yeah, that sounds about right," she said. "I can see that. Just hypothetically speaking, if you and I were married, I think inviting someone like Lee or Lindsey or Ally into our bed would be wonderful for everybody."

"Are you saying you'll marry me?" I said, lifting my head up again. "Because I'm ready, right now."

"No silly," she said, pushing me down again onto her warm belly. "I wish things were different and I could say yes, but you know it wouldn't work. When you turned fifty I'd be in my seventies. I do need a marriage with this though—laying here in the daytime with my tits showing, my lover laying on me. This kind of intimacy is something I'm finding I desperately need. And I've learned so much about my sexuality since I met you . . . I really think an open marriage would suit me."

"I'm glad you're thinking of a better future," I said. "You deserve it."

"The day is young," she said, lifting herself up on her elbows. "Let's go for a hike. I haven't shown you our woods yet."

Chrissy threw together some snacks and water bottles in a small backpack and we headed off into the woods behind the lodge. It was a well built trail and followed along a beautiful creek before heading into deeper woods.

"Nicki and her friends use their mountain bikes here sometimes to keep an eye on things and keep the trail open. See that cliff up ahead?" she said, pointing through an opening in the trees. "That's where were headed."

"So you guys own all this land?" I asked.

"Nine-hundred acres," she said. "It's mostly woods, but the cliff's a nice destination."

After a steep climb and an even steeper scramble up the side of the rock face we found ourselves on a beautiful look-out, with views of the Adirondack's highest peaks. 

"Oh my God!" I said as I gazed out over it all. "This is spectacular!"

"I know," Chrissy said. "I love it here. I wanted to have a lean-to built up here, but I didn't get to far with my lobbying."

She pulled a blanket out of the backpack, and a thin sleeping pad for camping.

"Might as well be comfortable," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"I like where this is going," I said, and I helped her spread them out on the smooth rock.

The sun started to break through the overcast as Chrissy sat down and lifted her sweatshirt over her head. Her big bare globes lifted with her arms, and settled into their natural state as she set her shirt down next to her. She had a delicious little smile on her face.

"My God woman, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I said. "My pulse is already racing from that climb you know."

She giggled a little, raised her butt and slipped her shorts down her tanned legs, stopping at her ankles while she removed her little hiking shoes.

"The sun feels so nice," she said as she tossed them all aside and stretched her naked body out on the blanket.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

"More than anyone," she said.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "I'd like to take a picture of you, so I remember this forever," I said. "I promise no one will see it but me."

"Okay," she said with a little smile.

I took one, and then another, and before long had taken a dozen or more. Chrissy posed for them all, in a beautifully casual way, with a look of great contentment on her face. We finished with a stunning shot of her on her back with the mountains in the background, her own 'high peaks' stealing the show.

"I have a naughty thought," she said. "What if you take a video of us and edit out the parts where you can see our faces and post it on the internet for the whole world to see?"

"Nice!" I said. "I like it! Let me set it up."

"I'll watch it at night when I'm lonely and thinking of you," she said.

I found a snaggly dead branch, propped the backpack up on it and nestled the phone on the top of it. The view was perfect, tight enough that our heads would be out of it most of the time and the mountains looked beautiful off in the distance. I stripped off my clothes and switched on the camera.

"That looks good enough to eat," Chrissy said with a smile as I walked to her with a quickly rising erection.

She gobbled me up and the warmth and wetness of her eager mouth and her insistent hands had me spurting my cream onto her tongue in near record time. She swallowed with a beautiful smile and sucked me clean. She silently turned around, keeping her face away from the camera, and offered me her ass. I planted my face in it and licked her pretty pussy as she gazed out at the mountains. Her moans rose in intensity as I worked her over with my tongue, and she came with a beautiful silent shudder. While she was still gasping for breath I plunged my hot cock into her and her back arched up, as if she was offering her magnificent tits to the wilderness below. I cupped the luscious orbs in my hands and we fucked like wild animals, grunting primitive sounds and letting our primal instincts take over. Chrissy started screaming, freely and loudly, in a way she's never done indoors, so I joined her in a loud chorus of sexual ecstasy that took us both off the edge of the cliff, floating in orgasmic bliss above the green canopy of trees. We came down silently, my cock still deep inside her, her tits soft and warm in my hands.

"That'll be quite a scene to watch over and over," she said quietly as she caught her breath. "I don't know if I've ever felt that free before."

"Did I ever tell you you're a magnificent woman?" I asked.

———————

We raced down a mountain road, and the shriek the little Ferrari V-6 made at 7000 RPM reminded me of Chrissy's screams on the cliff top. Up through the gears, onto a straight section of road, and then back down to second gear with a blip of the throttle for a tight left-hander. Quickly back up to fourth, and then back down to second again, finally unwinding through a big sweeping right-hander onto another straight section where we just touched a hundred miles-per-hour before quick downshifts for another tight corner.

"You're good at this," Chrissy smiled, looking calm and sexy in the passenger seat.

"This car's amazing," I said. "It's so light, I feel like it's reading my mind."

"Can you read mine?" she asked, and she started unbuttoning her little summer sweater, revealing a lacy bra.

The thin sweater came off and she sat there with a little smile, her tits jiggling with the bumps in the road. I could see one of New York's brown 'Trail Head' signs ahead and quickly downshifted through the gears and pulled off in the little dirt parking spot. The engine fell silent and the quiet of the deep forest setting overtook us.

"You know you could have caused an accident young lady," I said with a smile.

A red squirrel chattered at us as we got out of the car. Dappled sunlight filtered down through the forest canopy onto the yellow Dino, it's voluptuous fenders and curvaceous bodywork mimicking Chrissy's fantastic body.

"I need another picture," I said, and I walked out into the deserted road to get my angle.

Chrissy took off her little sandals and her shorts were off in a flash, leaving her in a matched set of lacy white bra and panties. She leaned seductively on the little car and the corners of her mouth turned up in a sexy smile. A few more shots and I had to have her. We walked up the trail just enough so we wouldn't be seen and Chrissy bent over with her hands against a huge old white pine tree and I pulled her panties aside and fucked her. Our cries of love echoed off a rocky outcrop alongside the trail, and the red squirrel sat above us in the tree chattering like a crazed lunatic.

———————

That evening Chrissy made one of her wonderful dinners—pasta with a sauce of fresh tuna, olives, cherry tomatoes, anchovies and capers. Salad, a loaf of her homemade bread that she brought from home and good wine rounded out the meal.

"I think you should get married," Chrissy said as we ate.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Just women's intuition I guess," she said. "I think it's time."

"You women are funny," I said. "About a year ago Connie told me I'd be married within two years. I already told you about Becka though. I'm not ready to lock her into a life with me until I know she's ready."

"I don't think it's going to be Becka," she said. " I could be wrong, but I'm usually pretty good with these kinds of feelings. The old women back in Italy feel this kind of thing very strongly."

"Okay Miss Psychic, care to tell me who my better half's gonna be?" I asked with a smirk.

"Not yet," she said, with a smirk of her own.

"So you think you know do you?" I asked.

"Pretty sure," she said with a growing smile. "And no, it's not me. Still to old, last I checked."

"You'll never be too old," I said. "You know I'm gonna fuck you when you're wrinkly, right?"

"I'm already looking forward to it," she said with a beautiful smile.

The conversation turned and we never got back to the subject, but she had me thinking, that was for sure.

-

The rain that threatened in the morning finally moved in, but there was no wind and we were able to use the wonderful sleeping porch on the third floor. The memories flooded back of our time there the summer before, our first real lovemaking together, and of course our time with Nicki, ushering her into the sexual world in such a beautiful way.

The lovemaking this time was just as beautiful, if not more so. The familiarity with our bodies combined with not seeing each other very often made it a very special night indeed.

"You know how I feel about you, right?" Chrissy said, riding me slowly cowgirl style with her hands on my chest. "It's okay if I say I love you isn't it?"

"It's better than okay," I said, and she leaned down and kissed me softly. "I love you too," I said. "I'm so glad I found you."

She buried her face in my neck and started to slowly fuck me with her hips. Her speed increased and I met her rhythm with slowly building upstrokes until we were moving together like a well oiled machine. The sound of the rain on the metal roof, the creaking bed, our moans and the sound of two bodies slapping together all joined together into a beautiful symphony of love.

"Oh Steve!" Chrissy said breathlessly between quick moans. "You bring me alive!"

My big piston ravaged her beautiful pussy, pumping her full of love, lifting her out of her unhappy life into another full of light and possibilities. My hips were a blur as she crested the wave, and a deep guttural cry lifted out of her chest. Her eyes rolled back and her world turned golden, her whole being consumed by love.

———————

The next evening I returned home, and opened up all the windows in the camp. My mind was full of wonderful thoughts of Chrissy. We'd spent the drizzly morning in bed, drinking coffee and eating sweet treats between sessions of beautiful lovemaking. Chrissy made a fabulous lunch, and we ended our tryst as we started it, kissing on the front porch floor with my hands full of luscious tits.

"I thought I heard you over here," Lee said a she walked across the lawn.

"Just got here," I said. "Beer?"

"Sure," she said, and I grabbed a couple from the kitchen. "Is Chrissy as ravishing as ever?" Lee asked when I returned.

"She's spectacular," I said.

"So, I've got some news," she said, with a very odd look on her face. "You know that trip Becka went on to Brazil with her class?"

"Yeah. What happened? Did something happen?" I asked.

"She didn't get hurt or anything . . . but . . . she hurt you and me," Lee said, and her eyes welled up with tears. "She got married Steve."

I felt a strange jolt of shock, and Lee burst into tears.

"Stupid kid," she said through her sobs. "I don't even know what to think."

"How did that happen?" I asked. "Who did she marry?"

"A classmate," she said. "I guess they've been together for quite awhile. Instead of flying home they changed their tickets for Las Vegas and got married. I can't even believe it."

"Wow!" I said quietly, and I sat next to Lee and we embraced.

'I don't think it's going to be Becka,' Chrissy's voice said in my head as I remembered our dinner conversation from the night before. I guess the woman really did have some of that old Italian psychic ability.

"What do you think we should do?" Lee asked as her sobbing subsided.

"Support her," I said. "Assuming he's a good guy of course. A marriage has to get off on the right foot if it's gonna work. We love her, and we need to help her make sure it works."

"It's a good thing you're here because I just feel like slapping her," Lee sniffled. "She always was impulsive."

"But she's smart though," I said. "And a good kid and a good judge of character. Let's give her the benefit of the doubt."

"I thought you'd be as crushed as I am," she said. "What's going on here?"

"I don't know, maybe it hasn't hit me yet," I said. "I've always been one to take things as they're given to me and make the best of the situation. I'm an optimist, and I think things work out the way their supposed to. Let's just see what happens."

Lee wiped her tears. "It's a good thing you got here," she said. "I was about ready to burn down the whole world last night."

"Why didn't you call me?" I asked.

"That would have been a little to weird," she said. "Interrupting your time with your lover to tell you my daughter, who is your other lover, is getting married. Nope, to weird," she said with a little laugh. "Emma's here. She kept me from jumping off a bridge at least. She feels really bad for you. She wouldn't come over here with me because she didn't want to see you get hurt."

"She's sweet," I said. "You're all sweet, all three of you. I'm sure Becka feels pretty awkward about things too."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lee asked, looking at me quizzically. "You seem way to calm about this."




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 43



"I don't know," I said. "I feel like . . . I don't know. I guess being in love with more than one woman has it's benefits. If all of you left me at once I'd be a basket case."

"You're a fascinating man Steven Mills," she said, wiping away the last of her sniffles.

We walked next door and Emma ran out on the deck to hug me.

"She's crazy for not choosing you," she said as she held me tight.

"No she's not sweetheart," I said. "I'm ten years older than her. I'm sure she made the choice that felt right to her. If he's a dick we'll have to smack him around though, okay?"

"Okay," Emma said, looking up at me with a sad smile.

Lee broke out a bottle of tequila and the three of us got rip-snortin' drunk. "To Becka!" we toasted over and over. When the bottle was empty Emma and I rolled Lee into bed, and I stumbled home through the woods.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 44



"Hey man, how's it goin'?" Ron said. It was my usual late afternoon phone call from him to set up the next days work.

"It's goin' good, buddy," I said. "Just finished up that kitchen faucet job for the Hendricks."

"Good," he said. "Hey, I got a call requesting you tomorrow. A Mrs. Millbanks? She said you'd know who she was."

"Wow. I had a teacher in high school with that name," I said. "I guess maybe it's her, huh?"

"Oh maybe. That's cool," he said. "So anyway, she's got a bunch of little stuff for ya tomorrow. She wasn't too specific, so I'll just put you down for that. Nine o'clock at 2480 River Drive. I think it's right out by you somewhere. If you get done early give me a call."

I pulled out my old high school yearbook to refresh my memory, and Mrs. Millbanks looked just the way she was stuck in my head — big glasses overwhelming her small face, pulled back hair, and conservative clothes. She was younger than I remembered, thirty maybe, which would put her in her early to mid forties now.

It turned out she lived about a mile upriver from me, on the other side, in a house I'd been by many times on the water. I pulled in her driveway and she greeted me at the door.

"Steven Mills! It's so very nice to see you again!" she said with a big smile. 

I'd forgotten what a small woman she was. Her appearance had made a great leap forward, with attractive, small black framed glasses, and short hair that was nicely styled.

"My, you've gotten even taller!" she said. "You were always so tall and . . . muscular, but my, you've really . . . well, you don't want your old teacher going on about that, do you? My how you've grown!" she said with a laugh, mocking herself.

"You look terrific Mrs. Millbanks," I said with a smile. "Is life being good to you?"

"Please call me Margie, Steve, or Marjorie if you want to be formal," she said. "I always think it's funny that most of my students never knew my first name. Seems odd doesn't it?"

"Marjorie Millbanks? Now that's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," I said. "Somebody should write a story about you."

"Oh Steve!" she laughed, and her eyes twinkled. "You have grown into a gentleman haven't you. It's probably good for business isn't it, flattering your old lady clients."

"Well I only do it when it's true. And nobody with a smile like that is old." I said.

"My goodness," she said, looking a little flustered. "We'd better get you to work before . . . let me show you what I have for you."

There was lots of 'small stuff' jobs to do — loose drawer pulls, sticky drawers, a window that wouldn't open, a mirror to hang. 

"So how'd you find out about me?" I asked when she brought me a lemonade.

"I ran into your old friend Mark at the bookstore the other day," she said. "My, he's a handsome one now too isn't he? I can say things like that now that you're so far out of school."

"I hope he didn't tell you too much about me," I said.

"Too much?" she asked. "You haven't been in trouble, have you Steve?"

"No, nothing like that," I said.

"Good. So, have you settled down and got married yet?" she asked.

"Nope, still having too much fun. What's the old saying? Sowing my oats? What's that supposed to mean anyway?" I asked, falling back into our teacher/student relationship.

"It has to do with spreading your seed around," she said, looking a little embarrassed as she said it.

"Ah, thanks Mrs. Millbanks. You always were a good teacher. Margie I mean."

"Did you think so back in school?" she asked. "I always wonder what my students think of me."

"Yeah, you were good," I said. "I always liked you."

"Not as much as Bonnie I imagine," she said. "Ms. Burns?"

"Oh, Ms. Burns . . ." I said with a faraway look in my eye.

"Oh, Ms. Burns," she said with a smirk. "I know you boys all had a thing for her. She had to leave the school you know. She was caught having an 'inappropriate relationship' with one of the boys." 

"Really!" I said, wishing it was me, and Margie smirked again. "How do you do it, all you teachers?" I said. "I mean there's so many attractive kids, especially these days."

"Oh there were 'way back in the olden days' when you were there too you know. You were one of them," she said with yet another smirk, which I was beginning to like. "I don't know how we did it. I guess . . . and I can only speak for myself . . . I married a man that kept me satisfied." She blushed heavily. "You know, you're the first student I've ever had this conversation with."

"I'm a long way from a student Margie," I said. "So what happened with Ms. Burns?"

"She was single. I think it's harder for them," she said. "She and I spoke about it after. We're friends you know. He was a very attractive boy and . . . it's really unfortunate how those things end up. Often there really is love and 'mutual consent,' but society doesn't see it that way. His parents certainly didn't."

I was surprised by Margie's sensitivity. Back in school she always came across as pretty conservative. I noticed she had a wedding ring on, but hadn't spoken of her husband in the present.

"So that man who satisfied you 'way back in the olden days,' are you guys still together?" I asked.

"Yes," she said quietly, "yes we are. My secret weapon doesn't have many bullets these days though." She blushed heavily again. "Listen to me, getting way to personal with you." She looked me in the eyes. "You should have gone into social work or something. You're very easy to talk to."

"I am sorta in that business," I said. "I like to make people happy."

"Do you fix broken women often?" she asked with a mix of curiosity and sadness.

I smiled. The things she had said made me wonder if she had been, or was, involved with a student, now that her husband had run out of bullets.

"I'm happy to talk about anything you want you know," I said. "Teaching and learning and counseling works both ways now that were both adults."

"I'd forgotten how sweet you are Steve," she said. "Maybe I'll take you up on that some day."

I went back to work and finished up Margie's projects, and a few more she found.

"You know, we're neighbors," I said as I finished up. "I live right across the river about a mile downstream."

"Really?" she said. "Down near the bridge?"

"Just before that. There's a big wooden boat parked at my dock," I said.

"No!" she said with big surprised eyes. "That beautiful wooden cruiser? That's your place?"

"Yup, I've been there about a year," I said.

"I Paddle my kayak by there all the time!" she said. "I'm not surprised we didn't recognize each other . . . you're so . . .and I've changed a bit too."

"The years have been good to you Margie," I said. "I'm glad the big glasses are gone."

Margie laughed. "They were pretty bad, weren't they. I can't believe you're my neighbor . . . Steve Mills, right across the river," she said with a far off look in her eye. "Wait'll I tell Bonnie."

———————

That weekend I was reading a boat magazine and sipping a beer on my dock when a kayak came by, hugging the shore.

"Hi Steve," Margie said as she approached.

"Margie!" I said. "This is so cool!"

"I know, it's crazy isn't it?" she said, smiling as she came to a stop at the side of my dock. "I've lived here for fifteen years, and you drop right out of nowhere."

"Life works in mysterious ways," I said.

"Ms. Burns says high," she said with that delicious smirk of hers.

"Bonnie Burns and Marjorie Millbanks. I swear to God I'm gonna have to write a story," I said. "I'll warn you though, it might be dirty."

Margie smiled the most beautiful smile I'd seen yet from her.

"Join me?" I asked. "I'm just chillin' out."

"I'm not really dressed for it," she said. She had on a conservative bikini top and a pair of the school's gym shorts. "I try and get a few miles in on the weekends. Trying to keep those old lady arms at bay."

"You don't need to dress for anything around here," I said. "Stop on your way back. I'll make some snacks."

About an hour later she came back. She beached her kayak on my lawn and joined me on the dock.

"Salami, cheese and crackers is the best I can come up with," I said. "Beer, wine, something harder?"

"Beer's good," she said with a smile.

I returned with a few in a small cooler, and we settled into some small talk.

"This place used to be so run down," she said. "It looks so nice now."

"Oh, thanks," I said. "It was actually a gift from a friend of mine who passed away. Some friends helped me work on it."

"What's the story with this boat?" she asked, looking at Connie. "It wasn't here last year, was it?"

"Nope. I bought it last fall and spent the winter on it down south," I said. "Gonna do it again this year."

"It's so beautiful. Can I see?" she asked.

I gave her a tour and then we settled back in on the adirondack chairs on the dock.

"You've got quite a life, wintering down south and all," she said.

"I've been very lucky," I said. "The school teacher life's pretty nice too, with summers off."

"Yeah, I guess," she said. "It goes by so fast, and it gets kind of boring with my husband gone so much."

"Why would anybody want to be gone from you?" I said.

"He's a factory rep for a company that makes oil drilling equipment. Ever since he took the job he spends three-quarters of his year in the Middle East and Russia. All over the place really," she said, sounding sadder and lonelier as each word came out.

"Wow, so you really do need a handyman," I said, and she smiled sadly.

"He thinks we need the money, but we did fine when he worked around here," she said. "I think he likes the freedom of being on the road. Listen to me, getting personal again. You certainly are easy to talk to."

"I'm easy all the way around," I said.

She looked at me as she ate a cheese cracker and sipped her beer.

"Bonnie thinks I should get you into bed," she said matter-of-factly, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Mrs. Millbanks! What would the PTA say!" I said with mock disgust.

"Fuck the PTA," she said.

"Only if they're as attractive as you," I said with a smile.

"Oh my! Do you ever say the wrong thing?" she asked with a laugh. "I can only imagine what goes on in all those houses you work in. Single women. Lonely housewives. They don't stand a chance." She paused for a moment. "That look in your eye tells me I'm right," she smiled.

"I never push things, but nature does take it's course now and then," I said.

"That's what's so seductive about you. The 'not pushing' is exactly what pushes," she said and I smiled.

"Well then, I'll be able to honestly tell the judge it's not my fault when it comes time to throw me in jail for having too much fun," I said.

"It's been a long time since I've had too much fun," she said with my favorite smirk.

"You are a seriously attractive woman Marjorie Millbanks," I said as I stood and reached for her hand. "Ms. Burns has got nothin' on you. It's a little warm in there, but whaddya say we get this boat rockin?"

"Oh my God!" she said quietly and nervously as she took my hand. "I should be careful what I wish for I guess."

The old boat has pretty good ventilation, but it was pretty warm in the forward cabin that day. The big bed looked inviting though, as it always does in the soft light, and Margie's eyes looked inviting too.

"What are you, like a foot and a half taller than me?" she asked as I held her against me and kissed her. 

She was a tiny little thing. I tried to find my way into her big bikini top, but the latch was on the front, and she popped it open. It was more of a sports bra really, and it had been holding back her full beauty. Her tits expanded in all directions when they were released, and I smiled.

"You shouldn't hide yourself like that. You're beautiful," I said, and I got down on my knees as I slid it off her arms and took her lovely tits in my mouth. As I suckled I pulled down her gym shorts and panties and my hands went at her crotch from both the front and the back.

"Oh God Steve!" she said quietly as her knees wobbled. "I don't know if I'm gonna make it through this."

"You're about to have too much fun Mrs. Millbanks," I said, still nuzzling her tits as I slipped four fingers into her steaming hot pussy, two from the front, and two from the back.

She went from staggered to flying in about fifteen-seconds, and fifteen-seconds later she had a nice orgasm, my two hands the only thing holding her on her feet. She started laughing breathlessly after it passed.

"Good Lord!" she laughed. "I know they didn't teach that in school."

She gradually got her sea legs back, and I was able to let go of her.

"No ma'am," I said, smiling up at her. "Did I get an A?"

"A+," she smiled. "Now let's see if I remember any of my lessons from way too long ago."

She pulled me to my feet and got on her knees. All I had on was some running shorts that I wear for swimming sometimes, and they were massively bulged out in the front.

"Something looks like it wants to get out," she said, glancing up at me. "Holy shit!" she said when she pulled down my shorts, and she started laughing.

"Is it that funny looking?" I said with a smile.

"No, I'm sorry," she said as she tried to get her laughter under control. "When Bonnie comes to visit we always watch porn, and when a guy's got a huge one she always says, 'Now that's a shlong!' I Just heard her say it in my head."

"She sounds like fun," I said, and I moaned as Margie took my cock in both her hands. "You know, knowing you're gonna report on my performance to Ms. Burns makes this unbelievably hot. Not that your not hot enough."

"She gonna want in on this you know," Margie said, stroking me firmly. "She doesn't live around here any more, but she comes to visit. We sunbath by the river. So your high school dreams are going to come true Mr. Mills."

"Oh my God," I said. "Can I tell Mark about this, or would you rather I keep it between us?"

"Let me think about it," she said, and she took the end of my cock into her small mouth. "I've never tried this with anything this size. Look, it's longer than my whole face!" she said, holding it upright with her chin at the top of my balls. "And these . . ." she said, sucking my balls into her mouth, "they don't fit either. What are you gonna do to the rest of me? You're gonna rip me apart."

I moaned my pleasure at her fondling and licking and sucking, and she looked up at me like being ripped apart would be the best thing in the world.

"I'm no good at this . . . and I'm dying to know what something this big feels like," she said, and she sat on the edge of the bed. "How do you want me?"

"How do you want me?" I said.

"Oh my God!" she said quietly. "Can it be lots of ways? Because I'm feeling the need for lots of ways."

I smiled and pushed her down on the bed. I grabbed her legs, pulled her towards me and pushed them down near her chest as far as they'd go, opening her pussy up wide. She whimpered and looked at the blue sky though the skylight hatch above her, and I gave her already wet pussy a big lick with my tongue. She groaned and I wiggled the tip of my cock around on her clit before pressing it into her nice big-lipped pussy, an inch at a time until I was less than halfway in.

"Oh God that feels good Steve," she said breathlessly, "but please tell me there's more." She lifted her head and looked at the five inches left to go. "Oh God! Not that much! Holy! . . . "

Sweat was beading up between her tits and on her face in the warm cabin, and my whole body was getting a nice sheen from perspiration. I pressed into her again, and started a slow thrusting, giving her a half-inch more each a time.

"Oh my God!" she said. "Fuck! I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"

'You know," I said when I was getting close to full depth.

"Oh fuck yeah I do! I fuckin' know!" she said loudly. "Oh my God!"

She went silent, and she looked out through the hatch at the blue sky again, with wide eyes and an open mouth. I fucked her tiny body slowly and deeply.

"I know guys like to be in girl's throats," she said breathlessly, "but they usually go in from the other direction. What the fuck!"

"Would you be more comfortable in another position?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said, and I pulled out. "God almighty!" she said. She was dripping with sweat and breathing heavy.

"You okay? We can go in the camp where it's cooler if you want," I said.

"No I like it here," she said, and she took a deep breath, rolled over and got on her hands and knees. "Maybe that monster'll go in better this way. I love it like this."

"Mrs. Millbanks, you have a beautiful pussy," I said, and I smiled. "Those are words I never thought I'd say." We both laughed.

I pressed my cock into her, easier this time.

"Oh dear God!" she said. "I didn't know I went that deep."

"That's an old song isn't it? 'My pussy's as deep as the ocean, my pussy's as deep as the sea'? I sang, and we both laughed again.

"Oh God! Laughing with you in there feels amazing!" she said.

I started to fuck her again, slowly at first, and she grunted and moaned her approval. She felt amazing, her small body clenching my rock hard cock tightly, coating me with cream from deep within her. Her hips were slippery with sweat, and rivulets ran down her back to her neck when she lowered her head to the bed. I fucked her faster, but not hard, and she was clearly building towards something big. I went balls deep and fucked her hard, and we slapped together loudly in the small, warm cabin, Margie's voice getting louder, raising in pitch, her breathing getting erratic, and then her body started to tense and she groaned so deeply I'm sure all the fish in the river heard her and scattered. She came like a woman who needed it bad. Really bad. And right at the crescendo, with me slapping wildly into her, she went down like a rag doll, not moving a muscle, and not looking healthy. At all.

"Margie?" I said. "Are you okay?"

There was no response, and no movement. She seemed to be breathing but she was out cold, and I didn't know if she had just passed out or had a stroke or a heart attack or what.

I knew Lee was home earlier in the day, before her evening shift at the hospital, so I ran up on deck and yelled as loud as I could towards the little strip of woods that separated us.

"LEE! I NEED HELP! COME QUICK!"

I went back down to check on Margie, but there was no change. I decided to make a run to my camp for my cell phone, and I was sprinting across my dock naked when Lee came running through the woods. I took her to Margie.

"She's breathing. Help me roll her over," Lee said calmly. "I guess I don't need to ask what you were doing. How long's she been out?"

"Just a couple minutes I guess," I said.

"You got anything to fan her with? We've gotta cool her down," Lee said as she tipped Margie's head back and put two fingers in her mouth to check her tongue.

I fanned her with a pillow and Lee held up her legs.

"That's good," she said. "If she doesn't come around in a minute you'll have to call 911."

Margie stirred. "You okay honey?" Lee said, lowering her legs and going to her side. "What's her name?" she asked me.

"Margie," I said. "You okay Margie?"

She looked confused and embarrassed. "What's going on?" she asked.

"You fainted honey. You're okay now," Lee said. "Try and take some deep breaths if you can. In a couple minutes we'll get you up were it's cooler and you'll be fine."

"Who are you?" she asked Lee.

"I'm Lee honey, I live next door," Lee said. "I'm a nurse. Don't worry honey, I'm one of Steve's girls too."

"You've got your own nursing staff to take care of us all? This is quite an operation," Margie said, and her wonderful smirk told me she was indeed okay.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 44



"You scared the hell out of me sweetheart," I said as I sat down next to her and took her hand.

"Bonnie's gonna laugh her head off when she hears this one," Margie said. "Huge cock renders schoolteacher unconscious. Film at eleven."

We all laughed.

———————

Fifteen minutes later we were all sitting under a shade tree, and Margie was sipping some ice water.

"The worst part of all this is I think I had the best orgasm of my life and I can't even remember it," Margie said, looking a little embarrassed saying it in front of Lee.

"I hope you don't think I'm presumptuous saying this," Lee said, "but with Steve around, there's plenty more where that came from."

Margie looked at Lee quizzically. "You mentioned you're one of Steve's girls. I'm almost afraid to ask what that means."

"You remember what you were saying about all those lonely housewives and single women I work for," I asked Margie. "Well, there are in fact more than a few."

"And I live right next door to him," Lee said with a smile. "Think of how that would play out."

"So, more than a few?" Margie asked.

"There's enough to qualify as 'a lot,' but before you get alarmed, let me say it's kind of like a wonderful new family," Lee said. "He doesn't just get with anybody — they're some of the nicest people I've ever met."

"You know them all?" Margie asked, sounding surprised.

"Not all of them, but quite a few. I've been to some . . . gatherings," Lee said.

"From the look on your face I'm guessing these aren't picnics in the park," Margie said with that smirk I liked so much. I could tell Lee liked it too. "Little Steven Mills from Robinson High School. This is quite the revelation."

"Are you feeling all right Margie?" Lee asked, looking at the clock on her phone. "I'm afraid I've gotta leave and get ready for work."

"Yes I am, thank you," Margie said getting up out of her chair. Lee got up and they hugged. "I'm your neighbor you know. About a mile upriver."

"I saw the kayak but I didn't realize!" Lee said excitedly. "This is wonderful! We'll go paddling soon."

"I look forward to it," Margie said, "and thank you for coming to my rescue."

"Steve certainly does keep things interesting around here," Lee said to her. "Steve," she said to me, "take it easy on her, until you get used to each other."

"Good advice nurse," I said. "Margie, would you care to go inside and take it easy on each other?"

"Paradise," she said. "Just a mile downriver. Who knew?"

"I told my ex-husband this was paradise when we bought the place years ago," Lee said. "He'd die if he knew how true it was today."

———————

Margie and I explored each other on the big bed in my camp, with a nice breeze blowing in through the open windows. We made love slow and sweet, with her on top to control things, and she had another huge orgasm. It's one I hope she remembers. I know I do.



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 45



My former teacher Margie and neighbor Lee became fast friends, paddling their kayaks together often. Lee told me Margie was shocked at first when she learned of my relationship with Becka and Emma, but she got used to the idea as she got to know us all.

Margie's husband was on a month long business trip to Kuwait, and she knew for a fact he was taking advantage of his freedom while he was away, so she did too, stopping by my place often. We got used to each others bodies, and our fucking had slowly built up in intensity to the point where she was asking me to give it to her harder when I had nothing harder left to give. We had a ball.

About two weeks in she told me her friend Bonnie Burns was coming to spend the weekend with her. Ms. Burns, as I knew her in high school, was the stuff of every male schoolmate's wet-dreams. Where Margie was a conservative looking teacher — nice but stern, Ms. Burns was softer, curvier, and way sexier. Long wavy hair, eye makeup, tight skirts, long legs with stockings — the works.

"Remember when you asked me if you could tell Mark about us?" Margie asked me one day.

"Yeah, don't worry, I never said anything," I said.

"I was thinking, with Bonnie coming to visit, maybe we could all get together?" she said shyly.

"Why Mrs. Millbanks! Are you suggesting what I hope you're suggesting?" I said with a big smile.

"He looked awfully good when I ran into him a few weeks ago," she said, blushing a little. "And I know what you boys thought of Bonnie back in school."

"Oh yeah, this is happening!" I said. "Whaddaya say we surprise him. You guys can be sunbathing in bikinis or all done up in lingerie in the bedroom."

"I'll tell her to bring some sexy clothes," Margie said.

"As I recall, that's all she owned," I smiled.

"You guys must've thought I was a prude in comparison," she said.

"Honesty, we just thought you were a teacher, which is good I guess," I said.

"I guess, but it's nice to be lusted after once in a while," she said.

"Well if right now counts you're getting your wish," I said with a smile.

We stripped each other for the umpteenth time, and Margie gasped when she saw my cock, as she always did.

"I'll never get used to this thing," she said. "Bonnie's gonna go nuts. She's been calling me like every day for weeks now."

"What's her life like these days?" I asked.

"I told you about her bookstore," Margie said. "It seems like it'd be a tough business these days, but she does surprisingly well with it. There's a cafe area, and she has acoustic music in there."

"Cool," I said. "I've got just the act for her — a couple of good friends of mine. They travel all over the country playing music. I'll have to tell her about them. So how's her love life?"

"Lousy," Margie said. "She looks like a high-maintenance trophy-wife type, so she attracts that kind of guy, but she's not like that at all. She's really down-to-earth, and needs a low key guy."

"So she needs a make-over that goes the opposite direction than most," I said.

"Yeah, I guess," Margie said. "She's been a girly-girl since she was a kid. It's a hard habit to break."

"You gonna do something with that thing in your hands, or what?" I asked, gesturing to my slowly wilting cock.

"Wow," she said. "It's amazing how I've gotten used to being with you. It's almost like it's not a big deal any more."

"It's not a big deal, but it's still big fun," I said, and Margie smiled before taking me into her mouth. "You're gettin' pretty good at that you know."

"Teachers can learn too you know," she said. "I had no idea there was so much sexual instruction on the internet."

She gave me a nice, much improved blow-job, and I came in her mouth, which she had decided she absolutely loved. She liked me to cum on her face too, which is something I've never really gotten into — it seems degrading to my sweet women friends — but when she asked me for it, I obliged, and she looked awfully sexy that way.

———————

A few days later Bonnie arrived in town. I had spoken to Mark and invited him to come over at seven in the evening for drinks. I told him it was a special surprise, so he knew it was something good. Margie and Bonnie arrived at six-thirty.

"Ms. Burns, I'm afraid I can't find my homework," I said with a big smile as they came up my front walkway.

"Steven, we're going to have to keep you after school, very late," she said with a huge radiant smile, and we hugged like long lost lovers. "Margie's description sounded good, but wow!" she said. "You did grow into something special, didn't you."

"I could say the same about you Bonnie," I said, and I hugged Margie. "Come on in you two."

"Watch yourself," Margie said to Bonnie. "He'll sweet-talk the panties right off of you."

"If I had known that I would have worn some," Bonnie said with a wicked smile.

It was a cool evening, and they had on light jackets. When they took them off they looked stunning. Done up to the nines, but not in a fancy party kind of way, more of a sexy summer soiree by the pool kind of way. Thin cotton summer dresses, Margie's with bare shoulders and Bonnie's completely backless down to her ass crack. They both displayed lovely cleavage, and Bonnie was bra-less — those tits I dreamed about in high school were only lightly sheathed by the thin cotton. With their sexy makeup, and hair that looked perfect but would look even better messed up, they were the picture of two sexy middle aged women ready for good times. Mark was gonna have a stroke when he saw them.

"This place is wonderful!" Bonnie said. "Absolutely perfect. You fit right into it so nicely. So often men don't look right in the places they live, but this is definitely you. And that boat outside fits your personality too. I'd love to see it tomorrow — the scene of the crime."

"What crime?" I asked.

"When you practically bludgeoned poor Margie to death with that thing in your pants," she said with a wicked smile.

"Oh yeah," I said, a little embarrassed. " I don't think she was used to . . . it was kinda hot down there that day."

"Positively on fire I bet," she said, looking at me like this was going to be a night to remember.

Just then Mark knocked at the door. 

"Would you like to answer it Ms. Burns?" I asked with a smile.

"Why Mark Rigford!" she said to my shocked looking friend as she opened the door. "I hope you've done your homework — there will be a test later."

"Ms. Burns?" Mark said, not believing his eyes.

"Have you ever been tested by two teachers at once?" Margie asked as she showed herself from behind the door.

"Sorry to shock you this way honey," Bonnie said, "but the look on your face is worth the trip alone. My goodness, you and Steve did grow into some specimens, didn't you."

"It's a good thing a nurse lives next door. He looks a little pale," Margie said with a smile.

"I don't even know what to say," Mark said. "Steve man . . . what the . . ."

"It turns out Margie and Bonnie are old friends," I said.

"I'm gonna sound really dumb here," Mark said, "but which one's Margie and which one's Bonnie?"

The two girls laughed.

"Bonnie Burns, Mark. Pleased to meet you," she said, and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Margie Millbanks. It's my pleasure," Margie said with twinkling eyes, and she gave him a smooch too.

"You gonna make it buddy? You don't look so good," I said with a smile.

"You said it was gonna be a special surprise, but shit man, you're never gonna be able to top this one," Mark said, finally relaxing into a smile.

"I think it's time for some cocktails, don't you think?" I said to everybody.

"Most definitely," Bonnie said.

We settled into cocktail party mode, everybody getting caught up on everybody else's lives. There wasn't even a hint of a teacher/student vibe, just two sexy women and two good looking men, drifting slowly toward a night of carnal bliss.

"My word, you're a serious music lover, aren't you," Bonnie said when she saw my stacks of CD's and boxes of vinyl albums. I had been playing music quietly in the background, and it was time to change the disc. "How about something funky?" she said, doing a little dance with her shoulders. "I feel like dancing."

I put on some Dumpstaphunk and went in the kitchen to mix some more drinks. Bonnie went back to the stereo, turned it up pretty loud and went over to Mark with her hands out.

"Dance with me Markie?" she asked.

They were up and grooving to the beat when I brought Margie her drink. She had been watching them and winked at me. We put our drinks down after a sip, and joined in to the sexy dancing. There was much crotch grinding and hip swiveling, and then Bonnie and Mark's mouths came together and the temperature in the room seemed to go up twenty degrees. As they danced and kissed, Bonnie lowered the small zipper on her backless dress, and Mark slipped his hand inside.

"What the fuck Ms. Burns!" he said quietly as he discovered her panty-less ass, and she laughed a delicious low-pitched laugh.

She slipped the straps off her shoulders and the cotton summer dress slid down her long legs into a colorful heap at her ankles. She stepped out of it as Mark stood wide eyed, and she took off her pretty sandals one at a time, tossing them aside.

"She never was shy," Margie said, and I chuckled.

Mostly though, I was transfixed, as Mark seemed to be, at the sight of the dream woman from our teenaged years, naked in my living room. Sensing my gaze, she looked back over her shoulder at me and winked. The little bit of air left in my lungs shot out through my mouth, and I almost came in my pants.

"Take a deep breath honey," Margie laughed, "or I may have to call Lee with the smelling salts."

Bonnie went back to kissing Mark, her hand massaging the big lump in his pants, and I lowered my head and kissed Margie.

"This is shaping up to be the best night ever," she said quietly in my ear as I nuzzled her neck and bare shoulder.

I unzipped her dress and she let it fall, revealing a super sexy bra and panty set that I hadn't seen before.

"My goodness Mrs. Millbanks!" I said with a smile, and I stood aside so Mark could see her clearly.

"I swear to God I don't know if I'm gonna survive this night," he said with a wide-eyed stare.

"You'd better survive," Bonnie said. "There's a whole lot of fucking left to do."

She dropped to her knees and undid Marks pants, and Margie did the same to mine.

I know it sounds crazy but just watching Bonnie Banks take a hard cock into her mouth is one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and Margie, who was on her knees with mine in her mouth could read it all over my face.

"Wow!" she laughed up at me. "I had no idea it was this powerful an obsession you boys had!"

"I'm sorry Margie," I said. "That feels awesome baby."

"No, this is a big moment," she said. "I know what big moments are like. I had one on your boat, remember? Shall we join them? I've been dying to get my hands on Mark too you know."

"Hey guys," I said, "why don't we shift this party to the bedroom."

"I like how you think," Bonnie said when she came up for air off of Marks cock. "Did we teach you that kind of problem solving?"

The two girls walked into the bedroom and Bonnie stripped the lingerie off her old friend. She pushed her back on the bed and planted her face in Margie's freshly shaved pussy.

"Oh my God!" Mark said quietly. I felt the same way, and the two of us just stood there like blithering idiots and watched.

I finally sprung into action, pulling Bonnie's ass up where I could get at it and giving her pussy and asshole a good lick. Mark got on the bed and offered Margie his cock, which she eagerly accepted, giving him a sloppy wet blowjob while she climbed toward her first orgasm. It was a hot scene, and she got there pretty quickly, muffling her scream with Marks big rod. Mark couldn't take the heat and blew off, Margie directing the flow all over her face after taking the first shot in her mouth.

"You dirty girl!" Bonnie said. "You've been learning new tricks!"

Margie started laughing. "Oh yeah!" she laughed. "Wouldn't that boring husband of mine love to see me now!"

"I swear to God I'm not gonna make it through this," Mark said as he knelt next to Margie and watched her scoop his cum off her face and lick it off her fingers, still laughing quietly like the Devil was inside her.

Bonnie turned around and our eyes locked. "I've been told you have quite the shlong," she said with a smirk not unlike Margie's.

Her eyes dropped down and got big when they saw my cock standing proudly at attention, awaiting her inspection.

"You put this big thing in tiny little Margie?" she asked as she slid her hand onto it. "I can see why it almost killed her." She slipped herself off the bed and squatted in front of me. "I hope you try and kill me too," she said, and she took me deep into her mouth.

"Oh fuck Ms. Burns!" I said reflexively, my face that of a total goner, and Margie laughed at me.

Bonnie deep throated every millimeter of me, and I came like a schoolboy would, with no self control. I gushed into her throat and she gagged but held me there, squeezing me tight to her with her hands on my ass.

"Oh Fuck!" she said, still gagging and coughing when she let me free. "That's the hottest thing ever! You get the prize big boy! Hottest fucking thing ever!"

I would have agreed if I could have talked, but I was staggered by just the thought of what happened, let alone the feelings I felt. I came in Bonnie Burns throat, and she loved it! Wow.

Margie had Mark hard again, and she climbed on for a ride. I knew my cock was drained for at least a few minutes, so I guided Bonnie up onto the bed and gave her a proper pussy eating. As Mark fucked up into Margie she leaned down and kissed Bonnie, and the four-way chain was linked up. Mark's got a nice cock of his own, and Margie was really digging it, losing herself in that wonderful way she does when it's all clicking. She's a marvelously sexy woman, something Mark and I never would have guessed in school, and the look on his face told me he was loving fucking her.

Bonnie was a sexy woman too, making wonderful noises and responding like a thoroughbred to my ministrations. Every inch of her was gorgeous, and with her arms holding her legs up near her chest she looked incredible. I still couldn't believe what was happening, but I tried to put it out of my head and give her my best — it was the least I could do to pay her back for all the wonderful dreams and fantasies she had given me for so many of my adolescent years.

Hearing her cum was like music to my ears, and making her cum has gone down in my memory banks as one of my crowning achievements, but there was way more to do, and with that out of the way we got down to some serious fucking. I've been in some wild situations and had some great sex, but what went on in that bedroom that night was epic. There was more heat, and more pent-up desire in that room than I thought was possible. It was positively explosive.

"There's something special going on here," I said to Margie when we were both catching our breath at one point.

"You're telling me!" she said. "I had no idea life could be like this. I'll never be the same. I think that shit marriage of mine's gonna be history."

"Margie, this is not the time to be making those kinds of decisions," I said.

"I know," she said. "Do you have any lube? I want you both in me at once."

"Margie!" Bonnie said, looking surprised. "Really?"

"It's the perfect storm honey," she said, "and I'm ready to get swept up in it."

"If you're in I'm in," Bonnie said. "You boys ready to get serious?"

"Who's first," I said with a smile when I went back in the bedroom with the lube in my hand.

"The woman who had the idea goes first," Bonnie said. "I wanna watch and see what I'm getting myself into."

"Lay down Mark," Margie said. "You feel delicious in my pussy."

"You're gonna put that shlong in your ass?" Bonnie said wide-eyed.

"Life's to short to not try, right Steve?" Bonnie said, looking back over her shoulder at me with my favorite smirk.

"Ohhhh," she groaned when she settled onto Marks cock, and I gave her little puckered hole a smear of lube. A little more on the tip of my cock and we were ready for business.

"Does someone have that nurses phone number on speed dial," Bonnie said, and Margie and I chuckled.

"What's the story there?" Mark asked. "Did she need to help you guys or something?"

"Steve fucked poor Margie unconscious their first time together," Bonnie said with a little smile, "and his nurse neighbor had to rush over and resuscitate her."

"I just feinted. He didn't fuck me unconscious," Margie said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Well . . . I guess he did."

We all laughed.

"Now that you've embarrassed me, are you gonna stuff that thing in my ass, or what?" she said. "Oh Jesus! This is gonna be interesting!" she said as I forced my way in. "Oh fuck!" she yelled as I pressed in further.

"Hang on baby," Bonnie said, holding her hand. "It's gonna be a wild ride."

"It's fuckin' wild alright!" Margie said. "Holy shit!" 

"You okay sweetheart?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "Give it to me!"

Mark had been still while I got part way in, and he started giving her some action from below.

"Oh my God!" Margie said quietly, and I could see sweat beading up on her back. "Kiss me you fool," she was barely able to say to Bonnie.

Margie squeezed Bonnie's hand and Bonnie kissed her, muffling her grunts, groans and moans as I got deep enough to start fucking her proper. Her back arched sharply and I fucked her ass deep as Mark thrust up into her pussy as best he could. Bonnie broke off her kiss and Margie let out a deep, guttural scream, unlike anything I had heard out of her before. Her little body was on fire, and fiery screams kept pouring from her mouth until finally, when she could take no more, her legs started shaking uncontrollably. I held her up by the hips, her spastic legs came up of the bed, and Mark and I fucked her into oblivion, an orgasm the likes of which I don't think she had ever experienced before.

"I'll have what she's having," Bonnie said as Margie melted into a heap on top of Mark.

We all rolled Margie's exhausted body off of Mark and started kissing every inch of her. Her eyes were closed, she had a wonderful smile on her face and she was somewhere wonderful, floating in space like a feather in a warm summer breeze.

"It's my sweet Bonnie's turn," she whispered.

"If she fit that monster in her ass I guess I will too," Bonnie said, and she mounted Mark and he slid into her pussy.

"I'll never get used to this," he groaned as he was deep inside his boyhood dream once again.

"Oh Mr. Mills!" she gasped as I lubed up her pretty little asshole.

"You asked for me?" I said as I pressed into her.

"Oh God!" she said. "Easy big boy!"

I went slow, giving her plenty of time to adjust to the new sensations. Her lovely tall body came alive, as Margie's did, and Mark started a slow thrust from below.

"Oh fffuucckkk!" she said, getting close to the point where words wouldn't be possible and wouldn't even matter.

"Yeeesss! yeeesss!" she hissed as I started fucking her proper.

Her words turned into guttural moans, each one formed with an entire lung full of air, and they reverberated around the cedar paneled walls of my bedroom. Margie knelt next to her and played with her swinging tits, and Bonnie's moans rose up into yelps and then wild, shrieking screams as Mark and I gave her everything we had, lifting our favorite fantasy woman to the heavens, the two of us right there with her on that bright shining cloud. All three of us exploded at the same time, into millions of little sparkly pieces, raining down from the shining cloud back to earth, back to reality.




A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 45



My body was spasming well after my orgasm, something I hadn't experienced before, and I collapsed next to Margie. 

When Bonnie had recovered a bit of her sanity she lifted her tired head and kissed Margie softly. "Best weekend ever," she said quietly to her old friend. She laid her head back on Mark's chest and he held her silently. I pulled Margie down and spooned her, and the four of us fell under the spell of the silence in the room and the luxuriousness of warm flesh in our arms, and fell asleep.

———————

We woke an hour later at four in the morning, and the girls gave us beautiful, sensual blowjobs and then rode us to quiet orgasms.

"This is gonna sound ridiculous, but I've really gotta go," Mark said. "I've got a date this morning at ten o'clock."

"Oh my!" Bonnie said. "I'm afraid we haven't left much for her."

"It's a first date so it probably won't come to that," he said. "It is gonna be a little weird though, with all this on my mind."

"I hope you don't think I'm to forward, but I'd love to go on a date with you sometime," Bonnie said. "I'm only four hours away. I come up for weekends once in a while."

Mark looked like he'd just won the lottery, and they immediately made plans for him to drive down to her place in Pennsylvania the next weekend for an art festival.

After Mark left, Margie and Bonnie and I slept on my bed. I woke to a beautiful sunny day and got up to make coffee and bagels. The girls looked wonderfully disheveled when they came out to join me, and they both picked up their summer dresses off the floor and slipped them on over their naked bodies.

"You two look happy," I said.

"Mmmm," Bonnie cooed with a sexy smile. "Being well fucked does that to a girl."

We took our coffee and bagels out to the porch and listened to the morning birds.

"So where does your friend Lee live," Bonnie asked Margie.

"On the other side of that little strip of woods there," she said. "There's a foot path down near the water."

"A well worn path I'd imagine," Bonnie said with a smirk. "Having a man like Steve move in next door must be like winning the lottery."

"That's gross hyperbole Ms. Burns," I said with a little smile.

"Very good Steven!" she said. "You remember your studies!"

"She loves you ya know," Margie said to me.

"Lee? I love her too," I said.

"So . . . what are you waiting for?" Margie asked.

"Not waiting," I said. "Just . . . living."

"How would you feel if she got married?" she asked.

I sat dumbfounded by the question, and felt like my body was being squeezed by some sort of invisible torture device. I was finally able to get some words out through my malfunctioning lungs.

"What are you talking about?" I said feebly.

"Whoa!" Bonnie said. "You weren't kidding when you said you loved her, were you?"

"I . . . what . . . what are you saying Margie?" I said. "Is there something I should know?"

"I think you know it already," she said with a sweet smile. "And if you didn't you do now."

"You know you just gave me a panic attack," I said. "That's not nice."

"Use it," Margie said. "Think about it. And stop waiting."



A Handyman's Memoir Ch. 46



A month had passed since the bombshell about Becka's marriage had rocked Lee and me. I had spoken to Becka on the phone, an awkward conversation at first, and things were good between us. She sounded really happy, and I was happy for her. I had worked hard at not falling head-over-heels in love with her, and I was glad I had handled it that way. Life has a way of charting the course it's supposed to take.

Becka's marriage, my time with Margie, and her friendship with Lee had started to clarify some things I had been trying to repress, namely my slowly growing desire to be 'settled,' and my deepening love for Lee. Margie, Lee and I spent quite a bit of time together—hanging out, partying, and yes, making love. A truly loving three-way that felt sublime every time.

One afternoon, as my clarity was just beginning to clarify, the three of us were sitting on my dock drinking beer.

"How many women do you love Steve?" Margie asked.

"That's a very popular question with you ladies," I smiled. "And my usual answer is . . . it's complicated. I love you all, but in different ways."

"How about living together happily ever after kind of love," she asked. "Would that even be possible for you, after all the sexual freedom you've experienced these last few years?"

"Oh, absolutely," I said, glancing at Lee who's face I couldn't read.

"You wouldn't miss all your women, or would you want to keep all that going, like your partner Ron?" Margie asked.

"No, I could never do that," I said. "That seems over the top and crazy, even to me."

"So what would you do?" she asked. "Would you be able to say no to a woman who wanted you?"

"Wow, tough questions today. You got a hidden camera on me?" I laughed. "I talked to my friend Chrissy about this a little while back. She asked me how I felt about open marriages. We both agreed an occasional bit of fun would be a great way to keep a marriage exciting, a loving three-way, or an occasional party at Lindsey's. Not too often though, not like Ron. I don't think that would work for me."

"How about you Lee?" Margie asked her. "You've fallen into the whole group sex world and enjoy it. Could you give it up for true love?"

"Absolutely," Lee said. "Don't get me wrong, it's the most fun I've ever had. But yeah, I'd give it all up."

"What about the open marriage angle?" Margie asked her.

"Well, I couldn't handle what Kathy does, with Ronnie out fuckin' who knows what every day. That's not me. But an occasional three-way with someone we love, and a party at Lindsey's once in a while? That sounds like heaven. Before I met Steve I would have laughed at any woman who gave that answer, but now that I've experienced the kind of sexual relationships I have, I'm absolutely open to that kind of thing. I think I'd be disappointed with a conventional marriage at this point."

"How about you Margie," I said, "would you want another conventional marriage?"

"Hell no!" she said. "My eyes have been opened and I'm not shutting them again. And when the hell are you gonna bring me to one of these Lindsey parties I keep hearing about?"

I laughed. "You're on the list for the next one sweetheart. Or maybe we could have a little get together here. What do you think Lee?"

"Something not too big maybe?" she said. "I don't want the local boaters thinking were all nuts around here."

"Since some of those boaters are my neighbors I'd agree with that," Margie said.

"Sounds good," I said. "I'll work on it."

———————

I sent Chrissy a stealth text asking her to call me, and she got back to me the next day.

"I need some advice sweetheart," I said. "Up at the lodge you said that both times you were with Lee and me you could tell that she was one of my loves. What did you mean by that?"

"Ah! Interesting!" Chrissy said, and I could hear her smile through the phone. "I meant it was obvious you guys love each other. What's got you confused?"

"So you thought she loved me? Or just that I love her?" I asked.

"Steven Mills!" she said. "What's going on? It's not like you to gather information on a girl, is it?"

"No, it's not," I said. "I think I'm on the verge of something big, and I'm just nervous I guess."

"Just ask her you fool," she said. "Not a single one of your women would say no."

"You did," I said.

"Oh Steve, now you just made me feel rotten, and two seconds ago I was so happy," she said.

"Sorry Chrissy," I said. "So I shouldn't be nervous about this?"

"Sure, be nervous," she said. "It's awfully cute on you. You're making me wish I was twenty years younger again. But seriously, I don't think you have anything to worry about. She's a lucky girl Steve."

"Thanks Chrissy," I said. "Assuming things go well, I'd like to throw a party to celebrate, here at the camp. I hope you can come."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world Steve," she said.

———————

Lee's head bobbed up and down on my cock, a mouthful of hot meat muffling her moans. I lapped up her sweet pussy juice and swirled my tongue around her asshole, caressing her smooth thighs and ass with my hands. I worked her pussy with my mouth just the way she likes, and she came with a shudder, squeezing my cock tight in her small fist.

"God I love y . . . that," she said.

"I love you too sweetheart," I said, and she looked back at me and smiled.

She turned herself around, took my cock in her hand again, and slipped me inside the heat of her beautiful pussy. I pulled her down to me and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that linked us at both ends again as my cock slid gloriously in and out of her tightness.

The love I felt at that moment was overwhelming—a connection with another human being that went beyond anything I'd ever felt, and when I came, still kissing her, tears rolled down the sides of my face into my ears.

"Oh no," she said when she saw my tears. "Something bad's happening."

"No sweetheart," I said with a loving smile. "Something good. I love you so deeply I can hardly stand it."

I reached under her bed and found the ring I had stashed there earlier and held it up in my trembling hand.

"My sweet Lee, will you marry me?"

"Oh my God!" she said quietly, her voice trembling like my hand.

She kissed me hard. It was a deep, moaning, tongue dancing kiss for the ages.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming," she said, her lips still touching mine and tears welling out of her eyes and dripping onto my face.

"I'm hoping that's a yes," I said as I held her tightly on top of me.

"Yes you beautiful man, yes! I'll marry you!" she said.

I slipped the ring on her finger and she kissed me again.

"Can we just stay here forever?" she asked with twinkling eyes. "Naked, kissing and fucking."

"That's the idea. I was hoping you'd be into it," I said, and she giggled.

"You didn't actually think I wouldn't did you?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "I'm not exactly a conventional catch, and a guy's self confidence goes out the window in these situations anyway. And I wasn't sure you'd want to get into the whole marriage thing again."

"I'd get into anything with you," she said as she slid off the side of my body, leaving a leg and an arm wrapped around me and her head resting on my shoulder.

"Hey, look at that," I said. "That's odd."

I was looking at the wonderful Charcoal drawing of me fucking Lee from behind that Carol did for us at her art class. Lee had it nicely framed and it was hanging next to her bed.

"What, you don't like the frame?" she asked.

"No, it's not that," I said. "I just never noticed our hands before."

Lee looked at it, looked back at me with an astonished look on her face, and looked back at the drawing again. She got up off the bed and stood in front of it, looking closer. Both our left hands show in the drawing, and they both had wedding rings on them.

"You did this," she said. "Did you do this?"

She looked at me with a wonderful look of childlike bewilderment, and my smile gave me away.

"You crazy romantic man!" she said as she hurled herself on me and kissed me again.

"When you were at work last week I took it to Carol," I said. "A couple little marks with her charcoal and a few smudges with her finger and voila, we're married."

"You know, you've made my life wonderful again, just being my neighbor and my lover," she said. "And now . . . I can't believe you're mine."

"Believe it my love," I said. "We're gonna have more fun than any two people have a right to."

I rolled her off of me, lifted her sweet ass in the air and kissed her pussy before pressing my quickly hardening cock into her.

"Oh fuck!" I said quietly. "I'm a lucky man."

———————

The evening of our engagement party rolled around, and the guests started arriving at my camp. Ronnie and Kathy, Carol, Julia and her new gentleman friend Mitch, Margie, Mark, Chrissy and Lindsey all came. A few others couldn't make it, but we were trying to keep it relatively small anyway. Emma wasn't there by design; even though Lee had shared partners with her at the music festival, she still wasn't comfortable having her join us in an orgy situation, and now that I was going to be her step-father the whole situation was even more awkward, so we planned the party for a weekend Emma would be away. 

Everyone was mingling and catching up with each other, and when they all had drinks in their hands Chrissy spoke up.

"I'd like to make a toast to start off this celebration," she said in her soft and lovely voice. "I'm not sure if I should feel this way, but I sort of feel like the matriarch of this clan. Connie should be here doing this, but I know she's here with us right now in spirit, smiling that radiant smile of hers. I'd just like to say I love you Steve. Lee knows it's not a threatening kind of love, and I know I'll grow to love Lee just as much as I get to know her better. No, it's not a threatening kind of love, but it is a deep and warm and wonderful love. It's the kind of love that makes my heart soar when I think about how happy you and Lee are, and how happy you'll always be. It's the kind of love that I know everybody else here feels for you Steve. You're a remarkable, wonderful, one-of-a-kind man, and Lee truly is the luckiest girl in the world. Here's to a lifetime of happiness you two." 

She held her glass high, blew us both a kiss, and the room erupted in cheers. Lee and I each gave her a big hug.

"You left out the part where you knew all this was gonna happen," I said with a smile.

"What?" Lee asked.

"She's got some old Italian psychic ability," I said. "She told me she knew all about this. I asked her who my better half was going to be but she wouldn't tell me. So, did I get it right miss smarty-pants?"

"You did," Chrissy said with a confident smile.

Lee hugged her again. "If you put this idea in his head I'm forever grateful."

"No sweetheart, it was all you," Chrissy said. "You put this idea in his head, and the more I get to know you the more I see why it's you he chose."

The party rolled on, and Carol and Julia served up the catered barbecue out at two long picnic tables. We finished up with a couple of delicious scratch made cakes that Margie made, and some bottles of good champagne. It was a wonderful feast. As darkness fell and the mosquitoes came out to play we moved the party indoors.

"Are we allowed to take our clothes off, or is this a fancy party?" Kathy asked and everyone laughed. She was clearly under the influence of the champagne.

"Lee?" I said, looking at my wife to be.

"Take it off baby!" she said with a smile, and everyone cheered.

Kathy's eyes got big when she realized everyone was watching her. Her face blushed a deep red and she started moving to the music that was playing. She closed her eyes and started to strip to growing cat-calls and encouragement from her admiring audience. When she was down to her bra and panties I turned up the music and she really got into it, stripping naked and caressing herself with her hands.

"Mark, I think she needs help buddy," Ron said.

Mark put his beer down and walked to the ridiculously sexy naked woman in the middle of the room. He stood behind her and ran his hands all over her as he kissed her neck. Her eyes closed again and she melted into him as he fondled her tits with one hand and massaged her pussy with the other. He slipped two fingers into her and she started her ascent, moaning deeply.

"Yeah baby, you look so fuckin' hot," Ron said to his wife.

We all stood transfixed at the erotic show in the middle of the room. Kathy looked as sexy as I've ever seen her as Mark worked his magic on her.

"Oh f-f-fuck!" she whimpered quietly. 

Her body began to tremble and Mark wrapped his arm around her just below her tits to support her as her legs began to give out.

"OHHH! OOHHHH!" she groaned in a deep dark voice as the big orgasm swept through her trembling, jerking body, every muscle and nerve fiber on fire, then fading to a low smolder as she went limp in Mark's arms.

"Am I married to the sexiest woman in the world or what?" Ron said as everyone cheered again.

We were off and running. Kathy turned to Mark and quickly had his pants down and his cock in her mouth, and Lee and I started stripping each other with our mouths locked together in a hot kiss. I'm sure many folks would think it odd to celebrate an engagement by fucking and being fucked by folks other than their spouse to be, but to Lee and me it was a celebration of beauty, love, trust, and the thing that brought us together in the first place. It was the beginning of a fantastically wonderful evening, a glorious outpouring of sexual love.

As soon as Lee and I were naked Julia pinged her fingernail repeatedly on her cocktail glass the way people do at weddings to get the happy couple to kiss.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . . ." she said repeatedly with a big smile on her face. I was plenty hard from watching Kathy's show, so I lifted Lee in my arms, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slipped my cock into her.

"Oh my God!" she whimpered in my ear.

She held on around my neck so I could get both hands under her ass and I started fucking her. She leaned out enough so I could see her face and it was beaming with love and excitement, the kind of excitement she displayed when we were in front of Carol's art class.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she said as I drilled beautiful pussy hard.

We were the center of attention, the whole group stopping to watch me pummel my sweet wife to be.

"Waaa! Uhhhh! Ohhh fuuucck!" Lee mumbled as I kept up my quick paced thrusts deep into her.

"Yeah! Do it!" Julia said above the throbbing music.

"Oh fuck baby! Oh fuck!" I said to Lee, our bodies slapping together and our eyes locked like laser beams as we climbed toward big orgasms.

Lee's scream broke before mine, a cry of love for the ages, and I joined her with a baritone cry of my own as we both crested the wave, riding it as long as we could, until the overwhelming intensity of it turned my muscles to mush and I had to slow and then stop.

"Fuckin' A! I give you the happy couple everybody," Lindsey said holding her hand out towards us, and everyone broke into applause and cheers.

"Oh my God!" Lee said quietly in my ear as I set her down on wobbly legs. "I love you so much."

Her eyes were welled up with loving tears and she held me tight, wiping her moist eyes on my chest.

"There's a lot of love in this room tonight," Lindsey said.

Soon the two futons in the living room, the one on the porch, and the bed in the bedroom were all full of action.

Julia's friend Mitch turned out to be a popular lover. Kathy (of course) was on him right away, and her powerful orgasms with him took the atmosphere higher. There was a broiling level of sexual heat in my little camp that just about blew the roof off the old place. It made it easy for Lee and I to jump in without feeling awkward—it was all just too hot to play it conservative. I gave her a kiss as she went off to play with Ronnie and Lindsey, and I joined Margie in the bedroom to see how she was faring.

"There's two of my favorite women in the whole world," I said to Margie and Chrissy.

"This is insane, and I love it!" Margie said with a smile.

She was on the bed, the top half of a sixty-nine with Chrissy, easing into things in the relative sanity of the bedroom. The moans and screams from the other room were pretty intense.

"I think we need to kick things up a notch in here, or they're gonna win the contest," I said.

I climbed on the bed in front of Margie, and put Chrissy's legs up on my shoulders. Margie took my cock in her mouth and slid me deep into her throat, moaning as Chrissy licked her pussy. She took my wet and slippery cock and guided me into Chrissy's pussy, and Chrissy gasped when she felt me enter.

"Oh yeah!" she groaned deeply.

Margie turned her head and flicked her tongue on Chrissy's clit as I started to fuck her proper, and Chrissy's body quickly responded to the double attack. Margie was relentless with her tongue as I pumped my beautiful Italian lover full of my throbbing meat. It didn't take long for Chrissy to erupt in one of the biggest orgasmic explosions I'd ever seen from her. Her body twitched long after Margie and I stopped our assault, and when I slowly pulled my long throbbing shaft out of her another orgasm washed over her.

"Holy shit!" she quietly whimpered as her body shook to its core.

Margie kissed her pussy ever so gently and Chrissy's deep soft moans floated from her lungs like sweet music from Yo Yo Ma's cello, the only thing letting us know her limp body was completely and thrillingly alive.

"My God!" she finally said, lying motionless. "That was as good as it gets. Ffffuuuck!"

I moved around to the other end of them and pressed my length into Margie's wet pussy.

"Oh God! Here we go!" she said.

"Wait, get me a pillow," Chrissy said.

She lifted her head and I pushed a pillow under it, giving her comfortable access to Margie's clit and my dangling balls.

"Oh I like this," Chrissy said from underneath us.

Margie's screams quickly drowned out the sexual cacophony in the other room. I fucked her deep and fast, slapping into her with Chrissy administering to our needs underneath, shifting back and forth between Margie's clit and my balls.

"Slap my ass baby!" Margie cried, and I gave her a few good thwacks.

"Oh fuck yeah! Slap your teacher!" she yelled and I spanked her hard and fucked her even harder.

"Oh my God!" she mumbled as she came hard.

I slowed a bit and Chrissy sucked my balls into her mouth and I came deep in Margie, with glorious slow thrusts into her hot depths, my cock spasming as it pumped her moaning body full.

Warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "Hey baby," Lee said as she embraced me. I turned my head and kissed her deeply, my cock still slowly finishing the job on Margie, and Lee's body moved slowly with mine.

"God I love you," I said quietly.

"Get a room you two," Margie said, her still contracting pussy full to the hilt with my cock. We all laughed.

"You havin' fun sweetheart?" I asked Lee.

"So much fun," she said dreamily. "Now I want you to lay down so I can ride my man."

"This horse needs to drink at the watering hole before you can ride him baby," I said.

My shrinking meat slipped out of Margie and I pushed Lee down on the bed. She giggle as my mouth made a bee-line to her sloppy pussy, and Margie and Chrissy moved in on her tits and mouth.

"Oh God!" Lee said as we started to ravage her. "How did I ever live without you guys?"

After we got her revved up she pulled me towards her. "Give me my beautiful cock," she said. "I need to taste it."

I straddled her face and she grabbed it and sucked it in, moaning hungrily as Chrissy and Margie kissed and licked their way down to her pussy.




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"Oh fuck!" she mumbled with a half full mouth as she gave me a sloppy, passionate blowjob.

I felt a hand under my balls from behind and groaned my approval. Ronnie and Kathy came in and one took Chrissy's ass with their mouth and one took Margie's. A six-way link up was complete and the intensity level ratcheted upward as moans and squeals filled the room. Lee's eyes started to flutter and she lost her concentration on my cock as another big orgasm started to build. Her grey-blue eyes rolled back and she held my cock tight in her fist as her back arched up under me and she screamed out, "YA, YA, YA, YA, YA . . .! in rhythm to whoever's tongue was doing the driving. It all merged together into a "YYYYYAAAAAAAAA!" that could have been heard miles away. A celebratory scream that I hoped would be echoed throughout our lifetime together. 

"Holy shit!" she whimpered after the big one passed, and she looked at me breathlessly through half open eyes. "What the fuck!"

She kissed my cock in her hand and slowly took me into her mouth as her brain started working somewhat normal again. "God almighty!" she whimpered.

Chrissy and Margie were still between her legs, gently caressing, kissing and massaging her, keeping her in a place of beauty and ecstasy as she moaned onto my cock. Ron entered Margie and she broke off from Lee, quickly loosing herself in the big guy's moves. He held her arms behind her and pulled her upper body up, pummeling into her lovely pussy from behind and she soon lost her mind.

"OH-HO-HO-HOOOO!" she grunted gutturally as he gave it to her hard. "Yyyyyeaaahh! Harder! Harder!" she cried.

He pounded into her and she came hard, barely able to breath. While she was still in the middle of her big orgasm he pulled her knees out from under her, pushed her flat on her belly with her ass arched up, and fucked her again in the prone position, her orgasm seeming to never end.

"Yeah-ha-haaaaa! Oh God! Fuu-hu-huck Me-he-heeee!" she yelled.

Her small body was driven hard into the bed by Ron, his big muscled body three times the weight of hers, and twice as big. She was slick with sweat and her face dripped a combination of sweat and tears from her wet eyes.

"Yeah-ha-haaaaa! Give...it...too...me...he...heeee!" she cried, her voice low and guttural, the words forced out of her lungs by Ron's big body.

He kept at it, hard and fast, until I though he'd have a heart attack from the physical intensity. Margie's mascara was liquified from her tears and streaked her face with black, and her cries of pleasure were more and more devilish. Finally the most intense fucking the girls and I had ever witnessed came to a close with a huge cave man scream from Ron as he came deep in Margie's ravaged body and she cried out in a gravely, devilish groan. He looked dazed as he pulled out, slapped her ass hard enough to leave a welt and said angrily, "That's for all the teachers that ignored me!" He got up, still in a daze, and walked out.

"Fuck!" Kathy said. "Are you all right Margie? I've never seen him like that! Did he hurt you?"

She lay down next to Margie, put her arm around her, and wiped her messy wet face with the bed sheet. Margie couldn't speak for a few moments, nearly hyperventilating and trying to get her wits about her.

"I'm gonna have to talk to him," Kathy said. "I'm so sorry."

"When you talk to him," Margie said between strained breaths, "Ask him to do it again next time I see him."

We all started quietly laughing, and the intensity of the moment was broken.

"I've never been fucked like that before," Margie said with a tired but devilish smile. "I loved every second of it. I think I came for five minutes straight. Oh my god . . ."

"You sure you're okay Margie?" Lee asked. "I thought he was gonna break you into pieces."

"I may have to see a chiropractor tomorrow," Margie said with a smile, "but it was worth it."

"You poor girl," Kathy said as she sat up and started massaging Margie's back. "Good Lord."

Later in the night Margie rode a much gentler Ron slowly on the floor of the living room.

"I think I'll be looking for a big burly man when my marriage finally crumbles," she said to Lee and me with a sly smile when we walked passed.

As the night wore on Lee and I bid everyone adieu, told them breakfast would be served at ten in the morning for anyone who wanted to stay, and we retired to the boat for some quiet time and some sleep. Lindsey had driven Chrissy home, so Chrissy could shower and clean up before she went home to her husband, but we were happy to see the rest had spent the night, and coffee and bagels were on the picnic table when Lee and I emerged from the cozy boat cabin. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and everyone looked happy and fulfilled, even if we did all look disheveled and well fucked.

Julia and Carol manned the kitchen and made up a huge platter of scrambled eggs, bacon and fresh fruit. We filled our tired, hungry bodies and relaxed in each other's company.

"There's a shower here and another one next door, and the river's pretty good for swimming," I said.

Before long Kathy was making plenty of noise in my shower with Mitch, and Margie was undoubtedly doing the same with Ron over in Lee's shower next door. A while later they walked back through the woods hand in hand, all smiles.

"Looks like the teacher/student relationship has sorted itself out," I said to them as they approached.

"I think I'm gonna go back to school," Ron said. "Teachers are fuckin' awesome."

We all laughed, and the birds chirped their happy song in the sunshine.



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Final

There were a number of changes to my life after the engagement was official. I told Ron I couldn't take any more female customers unless they were non-sexual, and the only sexual contact I had with my loving women friends was when Lee was with me, either in our own bed or at a special party. They were hardly difficult things to do. Lee and I were blissfully happy, and our sex lives were full and rich. There was an occasional new customer that I had a feeling could have blossomed into 'something more,' but I had no problem keeping things under control.

The wedding plans came together nicely. Early on Lindsey wanted to host it at her house, but it grew too big, and then Chrissy offered her big beautiful home or the lodge in Lake Placid for our use. All of those options had difficulties associated with them, so we went with a wonderful little 'boutique' hotel in the city. The ceremony would be in a nice courtyard in the back, we'd take over the restaurant section for the reception, and most of the guests would reserve rooms and stay right there. We hired Lexie's funky jam band to kick the party into overdrive, and Johnny and Marta arranged their touring schedule so they could perform for us and share in the celebration.

Johnny and Marta played New England and the Adirondack region for three weeks before the wedding, and Penny invited us up to Camp Heaven the weekend before the wedding to see them. Lee and I were busy with wedding plans, but we decided to go up for an overnight for a much needed break. Penny kept the gathering to just the five of us because she knew Lee and I just wanted a relaxing getaway. Lee had met Johnny up there the day Connie passed away, but hadn't had a chance to get to know him. Of course I had told her all about Marta, who I kept in touch with regularly.

We arrived Saturday afternoon, walking the half-mile wooded trail to the cabin in warm, sun-dappled light.

"Steve!" I heard Marta yell, and she ran to us as we emerged from the woods.

She jumped into my arms completely naked and kissed me, hanging on tight with her legs wrapped around me.

"My sweet Marta!" I said in her ear. "How are you?"

"I'm wonderful Steve!" she said. "My life is so beautiful thanks to you."

She got back on her feet, hugged me tight again and saw Lee standing there.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, that was probably inappropriate," she said embarrassedly as she let go of me.

"Not at all Marta," Lee said with a smile. "I'm used to it. He's a popular boy. Anyway, I feel like were old friends." She hugged Marta and Marta relaxed and smiled.

"I know," Marta said. "I hear so much about you from Steve. You've filled his world like a big warm sun. I'm so happy for you both."

"Thank you Marta," Lee said as they broke off their hug with big smiles. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

"Stevie my man!" Johnny said as he and Penny approached, also naked. "Love looks good on you man!" He gave me a big bro-hug and turned to Lee. "I'd forgotten how gorgeous you are Lee!" he said and he gave her a big hug.

"I'm beginning to feel left out," Penny said. "You guys all found your soulmates and I'm still looking."

"You've got four soulmates today sweetheart," I said and I gave her a kiss and a big hug.

"Are you already for your big day honey?" Penny asked Lee as the hugged.

"Pretty much. As long as all our friends and lovers are there, we're ready," Lee said.

"Is that all you brought with you?" Penny asked, looking at out small overnight bag.

"Yup," I said with a smile. "Don't need many clothes around here."

"Darn right," Penny said. "You know the drill, strip 'em off, grab a drink, and we'll see you down by the pond."

The afternoon progressed in a most relaxing manner, just what Lee and I needed. Sunbathing on the lounge chairs, sipping cool drinks and catching up with old friends.

Penny overheated in the hot sun and plunged into the pond to cool off. Johnny jumped in after her and they embraced in the cool water. Before long she was on her knees in the shallows, moaning as Johnny's fat cock stretched her pussy. The sight and sounds brought my cock to life and Marta noticed it.

"Looks like someone needs some attention Lee," she said.

"Ooo, isn't that nice," Lee said with a smile when she saw my growing, throbbing member. "Care to join me Marta?"

"I was hoping you'd say that," Marta said.

The two girls converged on me from both sides. Lee kissed me and Marta caressed my cock and my balls, bringing me to full rock hard status in no time.

"Don't tell Johnny," she whispered to Lee, "but this is the best cock in the world."

She licked and sucked in my balls before engulfing my length in her small mouth. The sensations of our time on the boat came flooding back to me and I moaned deeply.

"Good memories?" Lee asked, seemingly reading my mind.

I kissed her hard, knowing what a special woman she was for letting me relive those memories in such a way.

Lee kissed her way down to join Marta, and the two of them gave me the best double team blowjob I've ever experienced. They were relentless, and it ended with me exploding gushes of cum deep in Marta's throat while Lee sucked on my balls. It was massively intense, and rocked me to my core.

After an evening feast of grilled chicken, grilled asparagus and potato salad we sat around a campfire and reminisced about our lives together and the great parties at Camp Heaven. Johnny and Marta pulled out their guitars to play for us, Marta beaming with pride as she showed me the beautiful Collings guitar that I bought for her when she and Johnny arrived in Texas. When darkness fell we moved inside the cozy, oil lit cabin. It was late summer, and a nice warm weekend, so Penny had it set up to sleep on the screened porch. There were two double beds out there, right next to each other to make one big sleeping surface.

"Isn't it great?" Penny said. "Ronnie set it up for me. One of the platforms folds over onto the other one, so I can have room for chairs out here if I want. He said he was inspired by the giant bed in Lindsey's playroom."

As it was, with both beds set up, it was like one huge mattress surrounded by windows and forest, and Penny loved it.

"I just love fucking out here," she said. "It's like a fairy tale room."

"Do they write fairy tales with fucking in them?" Lee asked with a smile. "I'd like to read those."

"That's what Julia should do!" I laughed. "Remember that so we can tell her. It's perfect for her."

We settled in for the night with tequila shots and a pipe full of good weed Johnny brought. Lee had already quit her job in preparation for us leaving on the boat for the winter right after the wedding, so she didn't have to worry about drug testing anymore. We all got as high as kites and made love with a freedom I wish everyone in the world could experience. There was laughter and intensity and love and pure sexual bliss all rolled up into one magical night that Lee and I will never forget. It carried us through the week leading up to the wedding as if we were on a cloud, and the plans and preparations seemed to fall in place effortlessly, sweeping us into the big day as if the universe had predestined it all.

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The day of the wedding went way smoother than it had a right to, with everything falling into place like clockwork. The courtyard at the hotel was beautifully decorated, thanks to Carol's artistic vision and Julia and Lindsey's help, and Johnny and Marta played instrumental guitar music as the folding chairs filled up with friends and family. I watched people file in from a quiet corner with Ron. 

My mom and dad and Lee's mom took places of prominence in the front row, along with Becka's husband, who was a terrific guy, and Lexie. Our moms looked beautiful, Lee's blonde haired blue eyed mother looking particularly ravishing, giving me a glimpse of the gorgeous patina Lee would undoubtedly achieve as we aged together. My dad looked handsome as hell, and I hoped Lee would see my future in him with the same enthusiasm. 

Behind them were aunts, uncles, cousins, and a full house of dear friends. I smiled when I though about how many of them I'd seen naked. It was easy to imagine because the women all looked so sexy. They dressed to impress, that's for sure, and I knew my dad would enjoy mingling with them all at the reception. As they filed in my memories with them flooded back... 

Greta and her boyfriend came in with Antony and Donald, Greta's long brown legs on full display. Sinking my tongue into the beautiful pink pussy at the top of those legs next to Lindsey's hot tub overtook my thoughts as she sat down, laughing with Donald. 

Barb and Liz came in, Barb with her longtime boyfriend Ed and Liz with a gentleman I hadn't met. They sat behind Antony and Donald and Greta, all of them laughing hysterically within moments. Liz's big beautiful body was in a red dress, sexy and proudly displaying her lovely curves. Her massive tits looked like they could bust out at any moment, which would undoubtedly have been a whole lot of fun if it had happened. Barb looked sexy too, so much more so than the somewhat timid woman I had first met. Her screams of pleasure echoed in my head as I remembered her riding me in Lindsey's exercise room, the first orgasm she had had in a very long time.

Chloe and Bobby came in. They looked around and took seats near the back. Chloe had on a skin tight turquoise blue dress that set off her glowing red hair, and stockings with horizontal black stripes. She looked slightly slutty and oh so marvelous. I hadn't seen her in a while and her stunning beauty was becoming even more defined. Our first night together came back to me in a rush, fucking ourselves to oblivion with Julia watching us through the lens of the computer on Skype.

My old buddy Mark came in, escorting his two dates, Margie and Bonnie. I wasn't sure how I was going to explain my two high school teachers being at my wedding to my mother later at the reception, especially with them looking so god damned sexy.

Penny and Mary came in arm-in-arm, looking like a super hot lesbian couple. Thank God they're bi-sexual and let me play with them once in a while, 'cause damn they looked good. Kathy ran over to them when she saw them and the three of them sat together, Kathy doing the 'little black dress' thing, which looked spectacular on her little yoga body. As I stood there admiring her the vision of her peering over the balcony railing at Penny's camp filled my head, Penny fucking me in a blatant display to get Kathy and Ron to loosen up and play along. They certainly loosened up.

Carol, Julia and Lindsey gathered in a corner and chatted for a few minutes before taking their seats. They looked insanely hot too, all three of them, and I smiled and shook my head, realizing it was a vast conspiracy for all my women to dress super hot, probably so they could embarrass me in front of my mother. Lindsey saw me looking at her from across the room and turned to show me the sexy backless ruby-red dress, which dropped all the way to the crack of her ass. She turned back with a smile and blew me a kiss. Carol and Julia each blew me one too, and I blew one back to each of them. My mom saw me, turned to see the smiling girls and whispered something in my fathers ear. They both smiled.

"You hear what they're doin' man?" Ron asked me quietly, gesturing toward Johnny and Marta.

I listened to the lovely instrumental melody they were playing on their acoustic guitars and it suddenly hit me where I had heard it. It was a song from my childhood, when I use to listen to top 40 radio. A huge hit for Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias, "To all the girls I've loved before," and it was the perfect soundtrack to the parade of lovers filling the chairs in front of me. I smiled and shook my head, and Johnny smiled and nodded when he saw that I'd got the beautiful joke.

Chrissy's luminous presence snapped me out of musical memory lane when she and Ally and Nicki came in, Nicki with a boy. He looked a bit like her old boyfriend Bix, with long dreadlock hair and a nice smile. Nicki still looked like an innocent high school girl, even though she was a highly sexed college girl, to a point most college girls only dream of. Her mother Ally looked crazy hot in a light green dress. I had never seen her dressed up before and it was quite a sight. Why her husband ignored her and had a mistress was one of the great mysteries of the world. The same could be said for Chrissy's husband. I mean come on! She was in a little black dress, and this one topped them all. The way it fit her it wouldn't surprise me if she had it custom made. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Chrissy could be Sofia Loren's daughter, she's that kind of Italian beauty. A shimmering necklace made the light dance in her stunning cleavage, and her radiant smile filled the room with warmth.

Antony's sister Lucia came in with a very handsome man on her arm. She looked beautiful and confident, and waved at me when she saw me, pointing at her man like a giddy teenager showing off her catch. I gave her a thumbs up and she smiled a lovely smile as they sat down.

Miscellaneous relatives and other friends came in, quite a few I hadn't met yet, and the seats were mostly full. Just before zero hour Denise came in, wearing a skin tight lizard print dress and fishnet stockings, with a leather clad biker boy on her arm. They looked outrageously wonderful, and made me smile.

Johnny and Marta played the wedding march, and Ron and I took our places, along with Becka and Emma, both sharing maid of honor duties. Lee's father walked her down the aisle, and she knocked my socks off in the sexiest little wedding dress I'd ever seen.

The ceremony was beautiful, with vows we wrote for each other and a song from Johnny and Marta that Marta wrote for us called Big Warm Sun. There was so much love in the air I couldn't stand it, and I had to wipe away tears from my eyes on more than one occasion. The proceedings ended with great whoops and cheers and applause from all our loved ones. Lee and I kissed each other again, deeply and passionately, and the deed was done — the rest of our happy life together had begun.

We took over the entire restaurant at the hotel, and the dinner was fabulous. After the food was cleared away Ronnie stood up to give his best man speech, his big body looking uncomfortable in his rented tuxedo.

"Steve and Lee. What can I say. You guys are the best. Steve, I'm just one of so many people whose lives you've affected in a positive way, everyone from the elderly men and women who trust you to take care of their homes in an honest, caring and highly skilled way, to your friends who love you dearly, you've made a huge difference in so many lives. I sorta knew it on my own, but it really hit home as more and more people realized I was gonna be your best man. They told me so many stories, stories about, well, everything. From how happy they are to have found the best handyman in the world to how you've turned lives completely around. The funny thing is, none of us know how you do it. You just show up in our lives and things get better for us. Lee knows what I'm talkin' about, right Lee?"

He smiled at her and she smiled and nodded, sniffling as she wiped a tear from her eye. 

"I'm gonna get all fancy now and quote someone a lot smarter than me," Ronnie continued. "Henry David Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." Holy shit that's somethin' isn't it? So true. And he didn't mean just men when he said it, he meant women too I'm pretty sure. Go to the grave with the song still in them. Sad. Sad as shit right? Well not when Steve's around. He doesn't let that shit happen."

Everyone laughed, and Ron smiled.

"You're gonna sing when Steve's around, one way or another," he continued. "I found my voice. Lee found her voice. So many of us here in this room found our voice and are singing our song because of Steve's presence in our lives. Lee, she makes people better too. An emergency room nurse for many years, she's saved countless lives and healed countless people. That's an amazing thing I can't even hardly fathom. She's gorgeous and funny and sweet. Smart as a whip and someone you could be around every day and be happy. Steve's the lucky guy who gets to do that. You guys are so perfect for each other. Raise your glasses everybody . . . here's to the happiest life possible for these two great people. Steve and Lee, you're the best."

The room erupted in cheers and then applause.

We cut the cake, and Johnny and Marta took the stage to start the evening's entertainment. I went up to Marta's microphone and got everybody's attention.

"Everybody, I'd like to introduce to you two dear friends of Lee's and mine," I said. "They've been touring all over the country making their wonderful music, and they insisted on changing their schedule so they could be here with us tonight. They're gonna kick things off before the dancing music starts later, and they're gonna sit in with that band to. Johnny and Marta everybody!"

The whole crowd quickly fell in love with their lush guitar interplay and lovely vocal harmonies. You could hear a pin drop in the room during their quieter songs, and they had everyone clapping and singing along with the louder numbers. They were awesome, and Bonnie took all their information so she could book them at her cafe in Pennsylvania.

Lexie's funk band took the stage, the drinks flowed freely, and the party was quickly at full boil. Lee and I mingled, meeting each other's guests that we hadn't met yet, and generally having an awesome time.

"I don't know if it's the booze or what, but your mom sort of hit on me man," Mark said at one point.

"I think you've had a couple too many buddy," I said.

"No, for real man," he said. "She said she used to think about me, back when we were in high school and I used to hang around your house a lot. She said I've 'become a beautiful man' and she'd love it if her dreams came true."

"What the fuck! I think she's had a couple too many!" I said.

"Wow! Don't tell me it runs in the family!" Lee said with a look of happy surprise.

I scanned the crowd looking for my mom and saw her talking to my Aunt Katherine, both of them laughing and looking like they were under control and normal. I looked for my dad and saw him across the room at the dark end of the bar, chatting up Chrissy. She was laughing at something he was saying, his mouth right up against her lovely ear, the two of them standing closer together than they probably should have been, Chrissy looking hotter than anyone in their mid-fifties had a right to. I suddenly realized she and my dad were the same age.

I looked back at my mother just as Aunt Katherine was walking away. Mom stood alone with a drink in her hand, turned toward the band and her body started moving to the groove, shimmying in a way I'd never seen. She suddenly looked twenty years younger, and reminded me of all my other women friends — a frightening thought.

"Mom, are you okay?" I asked when I approached her. "You're not drinking to much are you?"

"No honey I'm fine," she said, still shimmying to the beat. "Just enjoying your beautiful day."

"You need to watch what you say to my friends," I said. "Everybody's had a few, and they might get the wrong idea."

"What wrong idea," she said with a smile. "That I'm not a dried up old hag?"

"Mom!" I said quietly.

"Your father and I are . . . let's just say we understand. I don't know why I'm worried about shocking you, with all these women of yours here," she said.

"Mom!" I said again.

"What honey, you thought I wouldn't know?" she asked. "I'm your mother. I know when a woman loves you, and at least a dozen women here love you. And they have no connection to you other than your work, which brought you into their homes. I can put two and two together, after looking into all their beautiful eyes."




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"Mom, I . . ."

"No need to explain honey," she said with a loving smile. "Contrary to what you might think, your father and I are sexual creatures too you know. I understand. Not only that, I don't think I've ever been prouder of you. To have all these women here with you today, all friends with each other and all beaming with love for you and Lee. You father and I certainly did something right."

"Mom, I don't know what to say," I said.

"Don't say anything honey," she said. "Just don't be surprised when you learn that your father and I are human too."

I looked over at my dad as I tried to decipher what my mom seemed to be dancing around, and he was still deep in a smiling conversation with Chrissy. As I looked at her the little black dress vanished and she stood there naked with her hand rubbing the crotch of my fathers pants. I shook my head and they were standing normally again. Maybe it was me who had had a few too many drinks.

"You look much too serious," my mom said as she pushed me away. "Go! Have fun!"

I went back to Lee, and within moments my mom was dancing with Ron in the middle of a happy group on the dance floor.

"My mother just blew my mind," I said to Lee. "I'm definitely not a kid anymore."

Lee laughed. "So did she really hit on Mark?"

"I think maybe she did," I said. "She didn't go into too many details about she and dad, but she knows about all our women friends here, where they came from. And dad's over there practically making out with Chrissy and mom not only seems cool with it, she's dirty dancing with Ron. My mind is officially blown."

"What's that old saying, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree?" Lee laughed. "Come on sweetheart, I want you to meet some friends from the hospital."

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Half an hour later Lindsey and Julia came over while Lee and I were having a quiet moment.

"Steve, you parents are a delight," Lindsey said. "Why didn't you ever tell us they're swingers? I would have invited them to the playroom."

"Oh my God!" Lee said in a near whisper, and I stood silently, unable to speak. 

Lee tried to muffle a chuckle, but it broke through into a silent belly laugh. I looked at her with big eyes, astonished at what was happening.

"Apples and trees sweetheart," Lee said, still chuckling. "Apples and trees."

"Don't tell me you didn't know?" Lindsey said, with a look of happy surprise on her face.

"Wow," Julia said with a smile. "This is too much! I think I've finally got the perfect erotic story to write. I'll post it on that Literotica website you showed me, right Steve?"

"I need a drink," I said as all the blood drained out of my face. "My mother and father? Wow . . ."

"I should have known it was genetic," Lindsey said. "You're way to good at this for it to have just sprung out of nowhere. So can I invite them over sometime, or is it to weird for you?"

"It's way to weird," I said. "You understand, right?"

"Of course sweetheart," Lindsey said. "That father of yours sure is hot though. Be sure and let me know if you change your mind. You might want to mention your discomfort to Chrissy. She and your dad . . . oh, I don't see them, do you? And your mom seems to be missing too."

"Oh my God," I said quietly as I scanned the crowd to no avail.

"Deep breaths baby," Lee said, and she kissed me. "This day's all about love and happiness. You know as well as anyone it can happen lots of different ways. Your mom and dad love each other deeply, anyone can see that."

"Absolutely," Lindsey said. "They're a wonderful couple. You should be very proud of them."

"I am," I said. "It's just a surprise. I'm good though. I need a drink, and I need to dance. You guys in?"

"We'll dance with you two any time you want us," Julia said.

"Abso-freakin-lutely," Lindsey said. "Let's get this party rockin."

Lexie's band was rockin' indeed. She had brought an extra amp and extra electric guitars for Johnny and Marta to play, and they were jamming up a storm, with the Hammond B3 organ driving the groove higher and higher. The dance floor was a frenzy. 

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Lee and I left in a cab three hours later in a shower of rice. We wanted to spend a quiet night alone in the boat cabin, a clean beginning to our new life together. I reclined on the bed while she stripped for me, the hot little wedding dress sliding down her perfect body, showing me that she had worn nothing underneath but a lacy white garter belt holding up her stockings.

"God you're a sexy little thing," I said, chuckling at her boldness.

She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees like a cat.

"And you're a sexy big thing," she said as she unfastened my tuxedo pants. "I'm surprised at your restraint, not fucking me right there on the dance floor or something."

"Oh I wanted to," I said, and I moaned as she took my big cock in her mouth. "If I had known your pussy was naked it would have been a wild scene for sure."

"Does my husband want to fuck me now?" she asked in a delightful little voice between sucks.

"I do," I said. "I want to fuck my sexy wife until the end of time."

She straddled my still fully clothed body and lowered her beautiful pussy onto me. My cock swam into her velvety depths, deep into the warm ocean of her soul. We looked into each others eyes and it felt like the first time all over again, an incredibly exciting feeling that washed over us both like warm rain and summer wind. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever had with a woman, a deep interconnected love that tied us to the heavens like a mainline shot of heroin.

We fucked our brains out that night. There's no better way to put it than that. We were tired when we started, and exhausted halfway through, but we didn't stop. We couldn't stop. It was just to perfect, a night to remember, a night of lovemaking we'll remember for the rest of our lives together.

The next morning we woke to sunlight streaming though the portlights. We had slept the whole night spooning, just as we were when we had fallen asleep. I slipped my morning wood into Lee's pussy and slowly fucked her.

"You're insatiable," she purred.

Quiet orgasms brought the day into focus, and we snuggled in each others arms for a while, rocked gently by wakes from passing boats. My phone buzzed with a text.

"Holy shit, it's after noon!" I said when I looked at it. "Mark's wondering when we're leaving."

"We're all ready, right?" Lee said.

"Yeah, my camp'll be closed up with about a half-hour's work," I said. "Yours too I think. What should I tell him, four o'clock? That'll give us a few hours to say our goodbyes."

An hour later people were showing up in droves to bid us farewell. Mark made a beer run and an impromptu party broke out in the yard of Camp Silver Beaver. At one point I actually looked up toward the heavens and thanked Connie for everything she had done for me—the place I live, the boat I love, and my incredible wife—none of it would be in my life if I hadn't met Connie.

"I don't know if I should tell you this man, but the party in your parents room at the hotel last night was off the charts," Mark said, snapping me out of my sentimental thoughts.

I stood there like a spectator at a car crash, wanting to see, but knowing you probably shouldn't look. Mark could tell I was curious, so he continued.

"They had a nice big room, and it was rockin' man. Everybody was comin' and goin'. Mostly cummin', if you get my drift," he said.

"I get it," I said with an embarrassed smile. "Please don't tell me you got with my mom."

"No man, I won't," he smiled. "Your Aunt Katherine's got a new hobby though I think. I'm pretty sure she was new to it all."

"Oh my God!" I said quietly, with my face in my hand.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" Lee said as she joined us.

"Mark's just filling me in on the 'off the charts' party in my parent's room last night," I said.

"Oh no!" Lee said with a chuckle and a smile. "Do tell!"

"It appears my Aunt Katherine has a new hobby," I said embarrassedly.

Lee started laughing. "This is too much! So who was there?" she asked.

"Pretty much everybody," Mark said. "It was some wild shit."

"You know, weddings have that effect on people," Lee said. "I guess ours was a good one."

"Best wedding ever," Mark said, glancing over at Margie and Bonnie. "I hope mine's even half as good."

"Dude!" I said. "Bonnie?"

"Just thinkin' about it," he said quietly. "Is it crazy?"

"Hell no it's not crazy!" I said. "You guys are awesome together. And think of all the jealous guys at our next reunion when you walk in with her on your arm. Keep me posted all right?"

I gave Mark a big hug, one of many throughout the gathering that afternoon.

My mom and dad showed up about an hour before we left, looking sheepish as they walked across the lawn towards Lee and me.

"No need for that look you guys," I said. "If anybody can appreciate peace and love and naked bodies it's me. It would have been nice if you had eased me into this revelation though."

"Sorry honey," my mom said. "but it's not an easy thing to talk about with your child."

"Tell me about it," Lee said sarcastically. "I'm guessing my girls were there last night."

"They're wonderful young women Lee," my mom said, skirting the question nicely. "You did a marvelous job raising them."

"Please tell me my mother and father weren't there," Lee said.

"No honey," My mom said. "They left right after you did."

Mom and dad made the rounds, hugging all their new very close friends. Lee and I gathered the last of our provisions for our nine month journey, and we walked around the two camps with Ron and Becka and Emma to make sure everyone was up to speed on looking after the two places.

"Don't worry buddy," Ron said reassuringly. "It's all cool. We got it handled."

After giving tours of the boat to those who hadn't seen it, I fired up the big diesel engine and let it warm up. Lee and I stood on deck, looking over all the loving faces that had changed and defined our lives over the last two-and-a-half years.

"I gotta say," I said loudly, "You're the best friends anybody could ever hope to have. We're gonna miss you guys. We love e-mails and phone calls, and there's spare bunks anytime anybody wants to meet up with us. We'd love it. We'll be in New England for two months, and then south for the winter. Come see us please!"

"Thanks for the great send off everybody," Lee said. "We love you!"

Lee hugged her daughters, Ron and Mark untied our lines, I engaged the big propeller and water churned under the big wooden boat. Connie was underway again, and a chorus of goodbyes and a yard full of waving hands sent us on our way.

Last fall when I left on my boat for the first time, I felt like I was starting a new life. This time, with Lee at my side, I well and truly was.

The End