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Afternoon At The Flea Market Ch. 1

By: Paul Yearwood



Cliff wandered through the flea market looking for nothing in particular. And that was what he found, nothing. It was a good way as any to relax from a busy week at the restaurant. 

Cliff stopped at a booth selling used videos. It had a collection of everything from Bambi to Wall Street. A box on the back counter said "Adults Only."

Cliff rummaged through the box because he loved the way they corrupted names of major movies to title porno's. His favorite was "Bright Lights, Big Titties. " He had to admit that it did contain the latter half of the title.

Cliff found a treasure in the bottom. It was an almost complete set of the "Debbie Does Dallas" series. Only number four was missing. Below that, was one called "Home Implements." The package blurb said it was about a man who had a TV show that explained how to use tools around the house.

Cliff could not pass that up. He forked over the ten dollars and the clerk bagged the movie. He walled around the rest of the market.

He found a booth that had old hand tools. Cliff could not draw a straight line with a T-Square. He did admire anyone who could make things. His greatest moment was when he made his computer desk using one of those kits where every thing was supplied and you just put the precut parts together.

Cliff was exploring the boxes of wood planes, screwdrivers and handsaws when a whiff of musk invaded his nose. He found a tall woman in painted on Levi's and a cowboy shirt tied just under her tits. Her long dark brown hair framed a face wearing black plastic glasses. Somehow, the look worked for her.

Cliff noticed her read the box description of his movie. That she held in her left hand. She held an item Cliff remembered from his grandmother in her right hand. It was a dark brown, almost black, wooden orb with a wood handle. It was a darning egg like granny used to repair socks. It was called that because it was shaped like a chicken egg. He smiled at the memories of his grandparents.

The brunette smiled as she read the box. Her other hand fondled the darning egg. That was the only way Cliff could describe what she did to it. She noticed Cliff looking at her.

"I'm sorry, the title just caught my eye. I had to read the box," she said with a voice straight from the southwest panhandle.

"That's okay, I enjoy the real show. The only difference between Tim and myself, is I never glued my head to a table."

Her laughter was like the bells of an Arizona mission, pure, loud and musical. Her eyes sparkled and it was not the lens of her glasses.

The cowgirl returned my movie and looked at the darning egg. She took it to the man behind the counter and bought it. She had the look of not knowing quite why she did. She smiled at me. I watched her walk out of the booth. She turned and waved. 

I resumed my rounds. I walked by the snack bar. The cow gal sat with a drink looking at the egg. She had the look I know I had many time at one of these places. "Now that I have it, what is it for?"

She looked up and saw me. She waved me over to join her.

"Excuse me, but could tell me what in the hell this thing is?"

The sound of sagebrush and tumbleweeds.

"That is a darning egg."

That lost her. She was a city girl who never had to repair socks, she just replaced them. She was not alone. I have seen many darning eggs used as Easter decorations.

"Does that mean you cuss at it instead of people?"

"The world would be better off it that was its purpose. It is, rather was, used to sew socks."

"How?"

She was perfect for John Ford and John Wayne movies. I went to the counter to get a drink and a napkin. I tore out the center of the napkin.

"When you wear a hole in a sock, there are two ways of fixing them. One way, and the easiest, is to fold the fabric over like this and sewing it.

Cliff demonstrated what he meant. The lady looked at the sample and felt it. 

"Wouldn't this rub on the foot?"

"Yes, it would cause blisters. That is where darning eggs help. 

"You hold the egg inside the sock under the hole. Then you weave," Cliff demonstrated, "thread until you have a smooth patch."

She smiled and the sound of mission bells returned. 

"Oh! I thought it was some kind of, well sex toy."

The lady held the egg straight up by the handle. Cliff felt a bit of heat in his cheeks. It was not what she said but the way she held the egg that caught him off guard and slightly embarrassing. He took a drink.

"My daddy always told me that if your are talking about sex with a lady, you should at least know her name.

"I'm Cliff, who are you and what part of Oklahoma are you from?"

"I'm Sharolyn from Muskogee. 

"Most people think I'm a Texan."

"I've worked in restaurants all my life and I can tell what part of the country people are from. I can even tell what parts of Europe tourists are from. I have to, to get their food orders right."

They talked. Lyn said she and her husband were in town for a square dance round up. He got a call ordering him to London for business. Lyn stayed in town but it was no fun without a partner. She kept looking at an touching the darning egg.

"You actually thought it was a sex toy? Like a dildo?"

"More like a hand powered vibrator."

"No woman could be penetrated by that. My wife couldn't"

Cliff had mentioned her earlier. It was more of a reminder to himself.

"I could."

Cliff thought back to the view he had of her ass in those jeans. There was now way she could use the egg as she said. But there was no way to know.

"Okay, Lyn. I'll take your word for it."

"I don't want you to take my word. I want you to see for yourself."

"You want me to watch you masturbate with that?"

Lyn leaned over. Her breathing became fast and shallow. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on her lip and forehead.

" I want you to tape it."

"Tape it?"

"Yes, Cliff. And you get to keep the tape."

That exchange had two affects. Lyn talked herself into an orgasm and Cliff got rock hard. 

Lyn reached under the table. She felt his cock growing along his legs. His pants became wet with his precum. 

"Cliff, have you ever had sex with you wife while someone watched? Phil and I do it often. 

"We invite this one couple over to our house about twice a month. Our bed is in the middle of the room so people can stand anywhere and see what excites them the most. All we require is that no one interferes. When finished, we watch them. We remodeled the bath to have an extra large shower, which we all share at the end. Of course, we tape everything."

The mental vision of Lyn in bed having sex, and her hand on his cock was too much. His eyes closed as he emptied into his pants. Lyn felt it.

"Oh, now you have to come to my room. You need to clean up."

Cliff stepped out of the hotel room shower. He found Sharolyn still dressed. She walked to him and stroked his member. It hardened. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm paying the photographer."

Lyn handed Cliff a mask. She told him to put it on. 

"Unless you want people to know it was you who picked me up. This will be your tape remember."

Lyn led him to the bed. On the headboard were a video camera and a small TV with a built in VCR. Cliff understood she was making two tapes.

"Yeah, I want a copy too."

She made sure everything was right. She led Cliff back to the bathroom and started the taping with remotes.

Lyn led Cliff to the bed by holding his cock. She laid him in the predetermined spot. The camera was directly over Cliff's head. 

"That's why I made you come earlier. I want to make this last."

Lyn slowly took Cliff into her mouth. She just nipped at the opening in the tip of his dick. The contact caused him to give her pre-cum. She licked it off with the tip of her tongue. Lyn did not take the whole length into her mouth. She did not want to. She wanted to play with his cockhead. 

Cliff felt the bed shake. It wasn't him. He thought Lyn was cumming. Eh looked he saw she was naked. She was standing over him, playing with her clit. Lyn brought herself to orgasm, dripping her juices on him. He now smelled her sex.

Cliff wanted relief.

"God, woman, I need to cum."

Sharolyn positioned her dripping womanness over his spear. Using her hands for the first time, she put him to her gateway. 

"Inhale," she told Cliff. 

He did. She relaxed her legs and impaled herself on his bayonet. The pleasure of the pain started them both on the way. Their hips moved to the oldest dance know to humans.

Cliff sat up. He bit her right nipple. 

"Harder, I want you to leave marks. I want to feel your teeth on my soft breasts."

All this stimuli pushed Cliff to the point of explosion. When he came, only his shoulders and feet remained on the bed. His arched back lifted Lyn off the bed. Lyn thought his cock would rupture her bladder, it went in so deep. The combined juices flowed down his shaft, down his balls and onto the bed. 

Cliff woke to find Sharolyn sleeping on his chest. She just fell forward. His dick was still hard enough to stay in her. He lifted his legs a bit so she would not slide off him. He wanted to stay in her as long as possible. She woke and smiled at him.

"Hi. You still here?" she said with a smile.

"Sure. I still have to tape you with the darning eggs."

Lyn moved her hips trying to make Cliff harder. She was so wet, he fell out with the first movement. It was like uncorking a bottle. The love cocktail emptied onto the bed.

"You were right. I could never get that thing inside me."

"Then why all the games to get me here?"

"Would you have come with me if I just said 'I want you to fuck me'?"

Cliff smiled. Then he rolled Lyn over into a dry spot on the bed. With his tongue in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy, he decided not to leave until every inch of bed sheet was wet.

Afternoon At The Flea Market Ch. 2



Cliff and Shay woke up from their earlier activities. Try as they could, they did not have the strength to continue for the present. 

Shay was the first to move. She needed to relieve herself. She had a tremendous amount of fluid buildup. Most of it was from Cliff. 

Watched Shay's sweet ass on its way to the bathroom. She moved her legs with a bit of tenderness. He was not surprised Shay was almost walking bow-legged, as he spent so much time between those sweet thighs that afternoon. 

The sound of relief came from the bathroom. The noise Shay made was very close to the sounds he heard from beneath him, on top of him and any other positions they tried. 

When his turn came, he weaved across the room too. His legs threatened to collapse at any moment.

Cliff stood at the toilet wanting to do his duty. Shay stood behind him whispering in his ear.

"Hey, stud, does little Cliffy want to play some more? Does he feel up to a rematch?"

He felt her nipples against his back. She reached around him and held Little Cliffy, aiming it at the bowl. All this caused Cliff's bladder to clamp down.

"Shy, you know as well as I do that Cliffy can only do one thing at a time. Would you give me a minute?"

"Would this help?"

Shay turned on the shower and the sink. The sound of running water did the trick.

"Oh God, that feels good."

"Are you cumming or are you pissing?"

"There are times when it feels like both, Shay."

"Let me know when you and Cliffy are ready for a shower. I'm going to see if there are clean sheets in the closet."

The two regained most of their strength in the shower. Shay was too sore though to bring her legs fully together. The lathering Cliff gave her eased the tenderness.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to be so rough on you."

"That's okay, I have some cream to sooth the ravaged beast."

They spent a cozy shower just lathering up each other and gentle touching. They went to the bed to enjoy clean sheets and room service. Instead of using napkins, they licked each other clean.

"Do you want to watch the tape?" Cliff asked.

"Sure, I don't have the strength for much else."

Shay watched Cliff's butt as he walked to the dresser where the tape was. She saw the tip of his cock between his legs. She did not remove her eyes from it as he inserted the tape into the VCR and returned to the bed. She licked her lips remembering how it tasted and the cum she sucked from it. She watched it swing as he returned to bed.

START SCENE

The screen lit up on a top-heavy blond wearing a hat with the Bimbo Tools logo.

"Does everybody know what time it is?" she asks.

"It's Toy Time."

"That's right. And Bimbo Tools is proud to present, Tom "The Toy Man" Tiller."

The camera backs off to reveal the announcer wearing a fishnet tank top that shows everything and a thong that almost covers her womanhood. She also is in black net stocking and four inch spike heels. A quick pan of the audience shows it is made up of mostly women.

Two men walk through a door onto the stage. One is wearing a jacket, shirt and tie. The other has on a plaid shirt and a full beard. The both wear pants that would be painful to sit in. There are big bulges in their crotches. The host takes off his jacket, tie and shirt. This leaves him with a bare chest. The women in the audience go nuts at the sight of his buff body.

"Welcome to Toy Time. I'm your host Tom 'The Toy Man' Tiller. You all know my assistant Hal 'Happy Hands' Boredeeper."

Hal gets an even bigger cheer than Tom as he takes off his plaid shirt. Tom gives Hal a nasty glance. He sees Hal hold up his hands and wiggle his middle fingers. 

"This is the show where we give the ladies pointers on using house hold tools. Today, we are going to show you how to use a variable speed power drill."

Hal pulls out a power drill. He loads a drill bit into it. He makes a hole in a pine board. 

The camera pans back to Tom.

"Ladies, some times, you need to drill a bigger hole. Bimbo Tools just announced a new item called the Big Bore 6900. Hal, tell our viewers how it works."

"Glad to, Tom. "Ladies, this drill attachment has an internal cam system that uses the power drill to shake the external shell.'

Hal attaches the 6900 to the drill. He pulls the trigger.

"The outer shell does not spin."

He shows this by holding it while turned on. He then holds in a glass of water to show the vibrating motion.

"It also comes with a protective cover."

Hal hold up a latex penis. He slides it over the 6900. He again uses water to show the action of the tool.

The announcer, Ingrid moves beside the men.

"Would you like to see a demonstration?" she asks

The audience goes wild cheering.

"Remember, when using power tools, always wear safety goggles," Ingrid says.

Hal pulls out a big jar marked Bimbo Tool 6900 Lubricant. He smears the stuff on the rubber cock.

"You also need to keep your tools well lubricated."

Ingrid climbs onto the table. All she is wearing is her safety goggles. She lays back with her knees up. Hal puts a pillow under her ass.

"You can work better when you are comfortable."

The camera angle moves overhead. It shows Ingrid on her back facing up. She smiles and lifts her hips to the overhead camera. She spreads her legs to show a bit of pink in her bush. 

Ingrid places the tool's rubber head against her pussy. Taking her time, she moves it around her clit, bringing it to full arousal. The camera pulls in tight to show her pink love button swell against the latex cockhead. Off screen, you hear her moaning getting louder. She moves the device down to her opening. She moves it in and out. You hear the whirl of the drill as she presses the trigger. The moaning gets louder. The drill powers up more. Ingrid moans and moves more.

"Oh God, Oh God. I'm cumming."

"Uh, Hal. you better shut that off," Tom said.

"You do that, Hal, and I'll rip your balls off," Ingrid threatens.

The view from the top showed Ingrid on her back with a drill between her thighs. She reached and pulls Tom to her side. The top view shows her unbuckle his pants and she pulls out his cock. She swallows it whole. The scene switched to a close up of Tom. You see the back of Ingrid's head bobbing up and down with the buzz of the drill in the background.

Just before Tom's eyes roll up into the back of his head he says: "We'll be right back after this word from Bimbo Tools."

END SCENE.

Cliff and Shay laughed so hard they had to stopped the tape. 

"This is so true to form, Cliff. I can almost see the real stars playing this. "I can't wait to see it when Tom gets home."

"I wonder what they did about the boys?", Cliff mused.

"Let's find out," Shay said as she hit the PLAY button.

OPEN SCENE

The Toy Man enters the kitchen through the garage. He hangs up his show clothes. 

"Jan, I'm home."

"I'm out back at the fence with Wiseman. Be there in a minute, Tom."

"Okay, Don't rush."

"I won't, dear."

The camera switches to the back yard at the fence. It shows the neighbor, Wiseman, only from the eyes up over the fence. He has on a blue floppy hat. Then the camera pulls back, to show Tom's wife, Jan, kneeling at an opening in the fence. Wiseman's cock is sticking through it. Jan has the head in her mouth. Wiseman pushes deep into Jan's mouth. With a sharp intake of breathe, he cums. Jan swallows some but the rest drips down her face. She licks the drips off the end of the dick.

"Thanks, Wiseman. That will help with my research."

"Any time I can help you with Human Sexuality, neighborette, let me know."

Jan enters the house. She hugs Tom. He looks at her.

"How was your day, Jan?"

"Okay. Wiseman helped me with my Sexuality research."

Tom picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Are you still studying blow jobs?"

"Yes, want to see what I've learned?"

"Nope. I'm hungry."

Tom picks his wife up and carries her to the table. He pulls her pants and underwear off. On his knees, he buries his face in his wife's bush. Licking and biting, he feasts on Jan's pussy.

"Oh God, Tom. Yes, bring me to the edge."

Jan grabs Tom by the hair. She pulls his face into her pussy. She digs her heels into his back. Tom's tongue explores her.

"Oh God, I'm cumming."

Tom stands and drops his pants. He teased Jan with his cock then pushes it in. Jan puts her legs up on Tom's shoulders. As is common in this type of films, Tom pulls out his cock and cums on Jan's belly. They both cry out in pleasure. Tom sits in a chair while Jan scoops up the cum on her belly and licks it off her fingers.

"Tom, you know I hate to waste food."

"Thank heavens the boys are in boarding school. I would hate to have them see this." Jan says.

FADE OUT FADE IN

The doorbell rings and Jan answers in her bathrobe. Ingrid, wearing a black leather mini-skirt and matching top, is there.

"Hi, Ingrid. Come on in. Tom's at the car show but should be back in an hour."

Ingrid enters the house. She follows Jan. Ingrid licks her lips as she watches Jan walk.

"I didn't come to see Tom."

Jan stops mid stride. Jan turns to look at Ingrid. Jan starts to breath heavy. She fiddles with the sash to her robe.

"Oh?" Jan steps towards Ingrid.

Ingrid moves close. She reaches out for Jan, her hand going inside the robe, low. Her hand, inside, moves up and down slowly. Jan's face softens, her eyes close. As Ingrid's free hand unties the sash and pulls the robe off Jan, their lips meet. 

Ingrid's hand moves up and down between Jan's thighs faster. Jan flexes her knees, riding Ingrid's hand. The up and down movement rubs Jan's nipples against Ingrid's leather top, causing them to enlarge. 

"Suck them," Jan commands.

Ingrid squats down to take Jan's tits. She sucks on the left tit. The sucking and the fingering becomes too much for Jan to fight.

"Bite it. Hard. Harder. Is that all the harder you can bite, you wimpy bitch? Chew it like a steak, damn you!"

The camera pulls in tight to show Ingrid's jaw chewing. She pulls back, stretching Jan's nipple two inches. The camera pulls back. Jan is shoving Ingrid's hand deeper into her pussy. The bobbing of her legs gets faster. She hugs Ingrid's neck. Jan throws back her head and screams, the sound being a cross of extreme pain and extreme pleasure.

Jan's legs give out. Her arms around Ingrid's neck and Ingrid's hand support her in her crotch. She pulls Ingrid to the floor on top of her. They kiss.

"I haven't felt that good since the boys were teething.

TAPE STOPS

Shay looks at Cliff's now rock hard cock. Pre-cum is flowing from it. She wipes it off and then licks her finger.

"What is it about two girls having sex that turns you guys on?"

Cliff's eyes cleared enough for him to say "Huh?"

Shay took Little Cliffy into her mouth. She licked the pre-cum off. Using her tongue, she felt the high-octane stuff coming up the pipeline.

"Why do guys get hot over lesbian sex?"

"I can't say, Shay. It just makes me hard."

"You ever watch two girls, live?"

"No."

"Want to watch me and another woman?"

The thought of seeing Shay with a woman in bed pushed Cliff over the edge. As he felt Shay suck the cum out of him, she said around his cock.

"Great, I've always wanted to see two men having sex."

Oh, Shit, thought Cliff, what have I agreed to now?

(to be continued maybe)