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Handy Man

By: Wanderlust98



If I had known when I bought this old farm how much work it would be, I might have reconsidered. The house was in bad shape, but the barn was worse. I had spent almost a month doing nothing but remodeling the old house to make it livable. I worked on the study first, since that's where I planned to work on my next book. I had used the advance from my last novel to buy this place, and it was turning in to a major chore. But I loved it. 

I had fallen in love with the old house right away, and I had a strong desire to get away from the crowds and crime in the city, looking for a quiet place to write. But it was hard to summon up much enthusiasm when I knew I had to rake out the old barn this afternoon. I had tried to hire help for weeks, with little success. I had only this morning located a temporary labor agency that had put me through the wringer before agreeing to send me someone for the afternoon to help patch holes in the barn roof. I had a sneaking suspicion that if the receptionist had not read and liked my last novel, I would have been out of luck. She just kept gushing, "We are all such big fans of your work. My boss just loves your books.... Reads every one." Notoriety has a few advantages, I guess. 

As I lingered over lunch, I thought about how quiet it is out here. The only thing I missed about the city was the lover I'd given up. He hadn't wanted to leave the city, and I hadn't wanted to stay, so we had parted friends. But I must admit I missed the sex. It had been a while. Sighing, I thought maybe someday I'll find someone else. Not likely way out here in the middle of god-forsaken nowhere, though. 

I heard the sound of a vehicle coming up the drive, and rose to meet my hired help, brushing crumbs from my sandwich off my cutoffs and tee shirt. I don't really know what I was expecting, but the guy who stepped out of the beat up 4-wheel drive was not it. I couldn't help staring. Wearing jeans that fit like a second skin, his chambray shirt was untucked and unbuttoned. And he was so BIG. Longish dark hair curled over his collar in back, and he was tanned and hairy. He looked... delicious. 

Wondering where that word came from, I pulled myself together, and went out to meet him. I felt more than saw his gaze travel over me, much the same as mine had covered him from the safety of my doorway. The difference was, he wasn't trying to hide it. 

After his inspection, he grabbed tools from the bed of the truck, and we headed for the barn, with me explaining what needed done, and hoping my voice wasn't trembling as much as my knees were. He didn't say much, just nodded a lot and said, "Yes, ma'am" until I had to say, "Look, please don't call me ma'am. Just call me Annie, okay?" To which he replied, "Yes, ma'am. You can call me Tim."

"Good," I said, picking up a hay rake. "I guess we should get to work then." I knew I was staring at his hair-covered chest, but I couldn't help it. 

"Okay," he said, but I could tell he was reluctant to climb the ladder to the barn roof. I turned away and went into the barn, but glanced surreptitiously over my shoulder as he climbed the ladder. Damn, I was getting horny just looking at him. It had indeed been a long time. As the afternoon wore on, I could hear his hammer pounding, and it matched the rhythm of my pulse at times. I kept imagining how glorious he must be naked. Looking up, I caught him looking at me through one of the holes in the roof. It made me shiver, despite the heat. 

Deciding I'd had enough, I called up to him, "Tim, I'm going to the house for some iced tea. You want some?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, again. "That would be nice."

"Well, come on down, then. You can cool off with the hose over there, and find a shady spot. I'll be right back," I said, and turned toward the house. I could feel his eyes following me. Preparing a pitcher of tea in the kitchen, I watched him through the window. He removed his shirt, leaned forward and sprayed his head and upper body with water from the hose. I felt a curling sensation in my abdomen as he slicked back his hair with his fingers before sitting on an old nail barrel, leaning his bare back against the side of the barn. 

Mentally shaking myself, I picked up the tea and tried not to drop it as I walked back toward the barn. He watched my every move, and I felt like I was on display. He rose as I approached, taking the glass from me. My breath caught in my throat as he drained his glass. I could only sip mine, trying to ease the constriction in my throat. Our eyes locked, and he set his glass on the barrel. Taking mine and setting it down next to his, he looked at me again and said, "Come here."

"I don't think..." I mumbled.

"Good, don't," he said. "Just feel."

He pulled me hard against him, and I gasped out loud as I felt his arms go around me. My arms came up between us, and I could feel the roughness of his chest hair on my forearms as I tried to back away. My nipples went on point immediately, yet I felt a twinge of real fear as his right hand went into my hair and pulled my head back. He stared down into my eyes, as though gauging my reaction. His other hand yanked my shirttail from the waistband of my shorts, giving him access to the skin beneath. His big, roughened hand went immediately to my breast as he leaned his head down and touched his lips to the pulse at the base of my throat.

Again, I felt the fear. After all, I didn't even know this man and here he was mauling me, miles from any kind of help. I tried again to push him away, leaning backward, saying, "No, we can't do this..." But he just covered my mouth with his own. It was a hard, hungry kiss, and I felt it all the way to my toes.

"I've been wanting you all day, ever since you pranced out that front door, staring at me. And I intend to have you," he growled against my lips. "Right here, right now." "No, please," I said as he began nibbling my lower lip. "Stop." It sounded halfhearted, even to my own ears. 

"Can you truly say you want me to stop? I don't believe you," he whispered, and moved his lips so softly over mine. I could not speak. "We are going into this barn, up into the loft, and I'm going to give you what your eyes have been begging for all day. And you are going to love it."

As I tried again, weakly, to speak, he touched a finger to my lips. "No words. Just feelings," and he kissed me again. My lips opened of their own accord and I was kissing him back, opening my mouth to his questing tongue as my mind gave in to my body's desire. I put both hands on either side of his face, and boldly sucked his tongue into my mouth. I heard him moan at my surrender. I knew that I had to regain control of the situation, or we'd end up on the ground. I pulled away from his lips and whispered, "Let's go inside in the shade." 

The magic words, I suppose, as he released me. I took his hand and led him inside the now clean barn, and up the ladder to the loft where I'd spread clean hay just an hour before. The fragrant smell of the hay and the cool breeze through the loft seemed the perfect accompaniment to my passion, which once released had begun to climb.

Once up the ladder, I turned to face him, and he reached right away for the hem of my shirt. It went over my head and landed somewhere behind me. He looked hungrily at my breasts, straining against my bra. I reached for him, and pulled myself closer to him. His arms went around me again, and we kissed, this time as equal givers and takers. His large hands moved up and down my back as our tongues dueled. Even his tongue was rough. My knees were weak and I felt myself lean against him as my hands went into his hair. He leaned back against the wall, spreading his feet and drawing me into the V of his thighs, and I felt for the first time the size and shape of his arousal. I moaned against his mouth, and he reached for the snap of my shorts. His other hand guided my right hand to his own jeans, where I felt his erection throbbing with each heartbeat. 

We struggled to undress each other without breaking the kiss but it was impossible. We pulled apart slowly, and he said, "Take them off for me." Feeling suddenly shy, I turned my back to him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, pushing them slowly toward my ankles. I reached back and unhooked my bra from behind, feeling very exposed, standing there in nothing but panties. I wondered if my no longer 20-something body would repel him. 

He still had not spoken, though I heard him moving behind me. Just as I was about to turn, I felt his arms come around me from behind and as he pulled me back to him, I knew he was totally naked. I gasped as the length of his hard cock moved between my thighs, rubbing lightly on the crotch of my panties. His hands reached around and caressed my abdomen, moving slowly up to my breasts as he kissed the back of my neck, my ears, my shoulders. I shuddered as I felt his tongue on my skin. Everything about him was rough, even his tongue. I reveled in it.

I was so aroused it was shameful, and my knees could no longer support me. I leaned back into him. One of his huge hands was wending it's way southward, toward my throbbing sex. Easing away the elastic of my panties, he pressed his hand lightly to my mound, twirling the curling hair around his finger, and I begged, "Please...." I wanted so desperately for him to touch my throbbing clitoris, but he avoided it, caressing all around it, coating his fingers with my wetness. I began to move my hips slightly, encouraging him without words, but still he nibbled on my neck and stroked my breast, teasing my wetness, taking me near insanity.

I pulled quickly away from him, not giving him a chance to stop me. Before he could reach for me again, I turned and sank to my knees before him. I had to see, feel and taste that hard rod that had rested between my thighs. It was beautiful. Long, and thick, and harder than anything I'd ever seen, with a big head that begged to be tasted. Determined to arouse him to the fever pitch he'd taken me to, I wrapped one hand around his rod and took just the head slowly into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I heard his indrawn breath, as he again leaned against the wall. With my other hand, I caressed his thighs, up to his heavy balls, massaging lightly.

He began moving his hips toward my face, and I responded by taking more of him into my mouth. I tried to take it all, but could not. I pulled back slowly, tongue rasping the underside of his cock. I whipped my tongue around the head again, teasing the tiny slit in the end with the tip of my tongue, making him moan again. Reaching with both my hands now, I gripped his ass, and took him as far into my mouth as I could, clamping my lips tightly around his cock before moving back again. He began to thrust, and we rocked in opposite directions. I opened my eyes and looked up to see his head thrown back, eyes shut tight, and his hands pressed to the wall behind him. His thrusts became more urgent, and I knew he was close to the edge.

I drew abruptly away, and heard his strangled, "No...." as my lips left him wanting. I stood and turned silently to spread a clean tarp over the bed of soft hay. I turned to see him watching me, his eyes mere slits in his passion-clouded face. He moved away from the wall with an effort, and I could see the sweat forming on his chest. As he approached I moved to meet him, touching the tip of my tongue to his neck, intending to lick my way downward for another taste of that beautiful cock. He stopped me before I could go far, and pulled me up for another hot, hungry kiss.

He knelt on the tarp, pulling me down beside him on my back. He knelt beside me and began exploring every inch of my body with his hands and eyes. He removed my panties slowly, caressing each inch of exposed flesh as he did so. I watched him through half closed eyes, as his hands came back up to open the folds of my wetness. With his warm, hard fingers, he stroked and probed until I thought I would die of sheer pleasure. And when he leaned down to place his lips on my inner thighs, I felt my legs spread as he worked his mouth over my lower lips, and I writhed in ecstasy. 

Sensing my urgency, he moved up and covered my sweat-slicked body with his, nudging my knees wider apart, the tip of his cock resting against my pussy, teasing me. I reached for his hips with my heels, pulling him into me. As my body stretched to accommodate him, I felt the trembling in my abdomen that signals the approach of my orgasm. He must have sensed it, as he lay very still against me. 

"Shhhh.... No need to rush," he whispered against my breast. As he laved my nipple with his tongue, I stroked his back lightly with my fingertips and tried to regain control. He felt so good on me, inside me, hard and deep. His lips on my breasts stoked the fire inside me, and when I could wait no longer, I rested my heels against his ass and moved beneath him, urging him to move within me. He responded by moving slowly upward, away from me until his cock was almost free of my clutching pussy. He held there, and looked into my eyes before plunging back in, hard. My softly whispered, "Yessss..." was all the encouragement he seemed to need. His eyes stayed riveted to mine as he stroked in and out of me in a rhythm my body was determined to match. I arched my hips to meet each thrust, our bodies almost slamming together. The pleasure was intense.

Suddenly he stopped, buried deep inside me and rested his body against me. Gathering me close, he rolled over, bringing me on top of him. When I lifted my shoulders to sit up, I felt him go even deeper into me, my clit rubbing the tangled mat of hair at the base of his cock. My eyes closed from the sheer pleasure of being filled so completely by this huge, virile stranger. He reached to caress my breasts with his fingertips as my body took over and rocked back and forth, sliding on and off his cock, my clit throbbing at each contact with his body. I could not have stopped the orgasm that washed over me if I had wanted to. I came in waves, muscles clenching around him and screaming out my pleasure at the peak. I felt him growl from deep within as he thrust upward to absorb the tremors that rocked me. He grasped my hips and pulled me down hard against him and as he thrust again, he came with a shout of his own. 

As the spasms subsided, and I collapsed against him, my breasts resting on his chest, my face buried in his neck, now somewhat embarrassed at my wantonness. His hand in my hair, he moved my face to his for a lingering kiss, and rolled with me onto his side, never moving from within me. Our breathing slowly began to return to normal, and we kissed lightly, licking the sweat from each other's faces with the tips of our tongues. With my passion spent, I felt a vague sense of unease. I'd just had the best sex of my life with a total stranger. 

I started to speak, but he silenced me with another kiss, and pulled me close again as I tried to move away. I looked into his eyes again and realized that I wasn't the only one who had given in to something bigger than myself. His fingers lightly caressed my back and said softly, "No regrets, please. You are wonderful." I felt him begin to stir inside me, again swelling with need. 

"But don't you have to report back by 5 o'clock?" I asked when I could catch my breath.

He smiled slightly, as he began the slow steady thrusting that would again drive me insane with need. "No, ma'am," he said. "You see, I own the company."

Handy Man



Will work for food. The sign read. The tanned muscled body holding the sign gleamed in the hot summer sun.

She did have those steps that needed repair. Jana hit her brakes. The red convertible mustang skidded to a stop at the side of the road sending gravel flying. Glancing over her shoulder, her sunglasses slid down her nose.

The hottie started towards her car in a slow easy gait that spoke of confidence. 

Stopping next to her car their eyes met. "What kind of work do you do?"

He had lots of sandy colored hair, a full sensual bottom lip and bedroom eyes. "I'm good at just about anything." He replied confidently with just a touch of a southern twang.

I just bet you are! Jana swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She shifted in her seat, squaring her shoulders and thrusting her breast out.

The sun defined muscles that should have been illegal. "I have these steps."

"Hammerin's one of my specialties." 

A manicured finger pressed down on the electronic lock button. 

Throwing his duffle into the back, he slid into the seat next to her. His presence filled the small car. "How old are you?" She asked as she put the car into gear.

"Twenty four. How old are you?"

She bit her lip. Next week was the big thirty-five. "Thirty one."

"Ya look good."

I should since I haven't let my breath out since I saw you. "Thanks."

He had taken his shirt off and his golden skin gleamed with youth and vitality. His jeans rode low on his hips, not the way kids wore them these days but enough that the white band of his briefs contrasted with tanned flesh. The screen door creaked as she opened it. "I brought you a beer."

He raised a hand shading his eyes then reached for the cold long necked bottle. Jana perched on the top step her shorts revealing long sun-bronzed legs. She tipped her own glass of gin and tonic and the ice clinked. She licked her lips. "I didn't ask your name." 

"John. Yours?" He asked before lifting the bottle to his mouth. He guzzled the beer and his adams apple worked up and down his throat in a sexy display. 

"Jana." She croaked her throat suddenly dry. Taking another sip of her drink, she suckled a piece of ice into her mouth. 

"I guess you're hungry."

His heated gaze ran the length of her body and her panties dampened. "I could eat."

She let her thighs part as she slowly swung her legs around to stand up. "Well come inside and eat. Drinking that beer in the sun might make you light headed. I wouldn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you."

"Never crossed my mind." He planted a booted foot on the new first step. It didn't sag or creak anymore.

Jana watched as he put the last piece of steak into his mouth. He savored his food, taking a long time to chew and swallow each piece. She'd never noticed how erotic eating could be or maybe he made it erotic with his slow bites and groans of satisfaction. 

Sitting his glass down on the table, he leaned back in the chair. He had donned his shirt, as he patted his stomach, drawing her eyes to his washboard abs. "I think that meal was worth more than the work I did. Is there anything else I can do for you?"


Oh, boy could you. "I'm not sure what do you have in mind?"

"You seem a little tense. I give great massages."

Jana laid naked, face down on her bed with a pristine white towel across her buttocks as her only covering. Her mouth was dry and her hands began to sweat. He hadn't touched her yet and she was already a wreck.

The bed dipped as John knelt next to her feet, and she flinched nervously. Lifting one foot, he began at her toes massaging each digit, by the time he reached the sole of her foot her pussy was pulsing. She was sure there'd be a wet spot on the bed. 

This was obviously not his first time. In fact, he should be a professional. His hands were work hardened and calloused. Rough hands with a gentle touch. He applied just the right pressure as his hands skimmed her thighs. Dexterous thumbs ran under the towel and the blunt tips traced the curve of her ass. 

A guttural groan escaped from the depths of her being when his hands left her body.

Shifting position, he began to work on her lower back. His thumbs rode over each vertebra as his fingers skimmed her rib cage. "That feels so good." She squirmed under his touch and the cotton sheet chafed her swollen nipples. 

"Do you have any oil?" 

"Yes, uh in the bathroom." She started to roll to one side as she pointed and she knew his eyes didn't miss the curve of her breast.

He returned momentarily this time he knelt with one thigh between her legs his knee almost touching her weeping pussy. It was skin against skin, she noticed the absence of his jeans but she didn't comment. She wondered if he still wore his briefs but she didn't have the nerve to turn and look.

Rubbing his hands together, he warmed the oil before applying it to her back. He started at her bottom and worked his way up. She realized her towel was no longer in place and she wondered when he removed it.

This time his touch was not one of a masseuse but of a lover as his fingers trailed along the sensitive sides of her breasts. He shifted her arms to lie straight out from her body and when he rubbed the oil down their length, he lowered his body over hers and she had her answer. No briefs. 

A fully aroused cock lay nestled against the crack of her ass and then some. She wiggled back against him begging him to thrust inside her and end her torment. She couldn't remember ever being this hot, wet and needy.

Sharp teeth nibbled her ear. "You okay with this?"

She bit her lip and nodded her head. She didn't trust herself to speak. 

He rolled off the bed and for a second she thought he misunderstood her nod. Then she realized he was digging in the pocket of his discarded jeans for a condom. Thank god, one of them was not beyond rational thought.

He stood to the side of the bed and she had her first look at his cock. It was a thick, wide rod jutting up from a nest of sandy curls. She licked her lips anxiously awaiting the deep penetration, she knew was coming. 

As he began to sheath himself in the condom, he threw two more packets onto the bed right in front of her face. There was something to be said for the stamina of a twenty four year old.

The blunt latex covered tip of his cock rubbed against her clit in a teasing caress. Jana bucked trying to lodge his pole where she wanted it.

John withdrew, allowing just his tip to graze her pussy, trailing her juice back towards her ass.

Jana growled impatiently. "Quit teasing."

"Tell me what you want."

"You know what I want."

"Tell me. Say, John fuck me hard."

"Fuck me hard and deep. Let me see what a twenty-four year old stud can do."

His first thrust burrowed deep. Her breath hitched in her throat. She was so hot and ready for him his second long, slow thrust put her over the edge. Jana tossed her head back and clenched her thighs as she cried out. It had been awhile and she went off like a rocket.

John stilled deep inside her waiting for her to recover. His tongue traveled the length of her spine and she shivered. She thrust her ass backwards silently begging him to continue. He surged deeper stretching her confines. Even without looking, she would have known he was the most well endowed lover she'd ever had.

A slap on her ass got her attention. "Get on your knees so I can play with your tits while I fuck your wet little cunt."

Jana blinked unused to such blunt words. His hand caressed her ass, with just a hint of a threat and she push to her knees.

His cock reached so deep it was almost painful but she wouldn't complain. It felt so fucking good. 

"You like this don't ya? Getting fucked doggie style by a man you picked up."

"I've never done this before."

"But you'll do it again." He roughly thrust his huge cock into her.

A scream escaped her lips. "I don't know."

"I know you'll want more of this." He slowed his stoke.

"Don't stop." She could feel another climax building. Her thighs quivered and her pussy pulsed as her blood boiled. He changed his rhythm and she erupted. The peak so high she trembled uncontrollably, the muscles of her pussy clenching his cock mercilessly. John's shout of release followed abruptly.

John lay against the headboard legs splayed wide as he removed the condom from his semi-erect dick. "That was good."

"Damn good." She groaned.

"Come here and suck this back to life and I'll show ya damn good."

She eyed his member and it twitched. It did look rather appetizing. She crawled between his thighs. Before she could lower her lips, it was already showing signs of resurgence.

Her lips stretched around his thick girth. He tasted of a combination of jism and condom. 

"You look fucking hot with your lips wrapped around my cock."

He made her feel hot and wanted. Devouring his cock made her feel sexy. She slurped circling the plum head with her tongue. Mmm, like it or not sucking stud cock was an aphrodisiac. 

His hands wrapped in her hair. "Deeper baby, harder." His hands urged her mouth down his dick. She couldn't take him all the way. He was too massive for that but she licked his shaft paying special attention to the heavy vein that ran up the underside of his cock.

"Fuck." He yanked at her hair. "You have to stop." His dick popped out of her mouth.

"What?" She licked her lips and they felt slightly swollen.

"I got other plans for this load I'm packing."

"Really." She grinned but her lips still felt awkward.

"You stay right where ya are." He swung one leg over her head and moved behind her. "Now ya lay that pretty little face down on that pillow. "Yeah, that's right and bring these hips up here. He positioned her on her knees with her ass in the air. "Oh, I like this view. Nice creamy pussy just waiting to be eaten."

He trailed a finger through her wet folds parting her labia. "What'd I find here?" His thumb rode her clit and she arched her back. Hot breath fanned her exposed pussy.

"Ya smell delicious." His tongue traced her mound before thrusting into her hole. It was all Jana could do to hold her hips still while he tongue fucked her. The raspy caress ate at her control. When he pinched her clit, she saw stars and bucked creaming in his mouth.

"That was good but I promised Damn Good didn't I."

She saw him pick up the oil and slather his cock. She didn't realize his intent until he pressed the head of the oil bottle into her ass and squeezed. She gasped. The oil was cool and slick. "John, I don't think."

"Don't think." He prodded her with his cock head. 

"You don't have a condom on." Jana protested.

"We only have two left. I'm clean." He hesitated and she knew he was waiting for her go-ahead. There were two condoms left but he must have plans for them.

"I'm good." Her voice was breathy with anticipation.

His thick head parted the virgin flesh of her ass. Fuck, he was huge, her sphincter tightened trying to reject him. "J...John, I never..."

He stopped with his head lodged up her backside. "This is new?"

She bit her lip, nodding her head. "Relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'll take it real slow. This is gonna be fuckin awesome." His oil covered cock edge a little further in. It felt like he was splitting her open. 

His thumbs rode down her spine from tilted up ass to neck and back again. "Relax baby, it'll be easier now. That was the thickest part."

Both hands grasped her hips and he eased in balls deep. Stretched and stuffed full Jana couldn't breath. She wasn't going to be able to do this.

He eased back and the pressure receded. Setting a rhythm his thick appendage ravaged her ass. She would have complained if she could have spoken. He thrust two fingers into her pussy, his thumb buffeting her clit and she shattered. 

Jana stretched and felt something poke her in the back. It was an opened condom wrapper. She threw it in the trash to join the other two. They'd had no problem using all three condoms and could have used more. 

She remembered how she let him fuck her in the ass bareback. She heard the shower turn off and wondered if her ass was up to another fucking. She knew John would be up to it. Lord what stamina.

"Are ya gonna need any more work done around here?"

"Yes. My shed needs a new door but it will have to wait until Tuesday."

"Tuesday it is." John lifted a hand in farewell as he headed down the drive. It was early morning and his hair was still damp from the shower. The jeans he chose today were tighter. They hugged his impressive ass. 

Jana stood at the counter humming a tune and chopping vegetables. The screen door slammed and she turned to face the blonde haired man she'd fallen in love with all those years ago. Sitting his briefcase down, he tugged his tie off. "It's been a hell of a trip, get me a drink."

"Sorry I didn't hear you coming." However, she should have smelled him. He reeked of cheap perfume. His latest slut must bathe in the fragrance. 

"Yeah, I see you fixed the steps. I thought the woodworking class would be another waste of your time. Never thought you'd do it."

"I can do a lot of things that might surprise you." 

"Obviously making a bourbon and coke isn't one of them."

Jana's hand shook as she poured the bourbon. A smile curled her lip. Tuesday was only four days away.



Handy Man



Rob had been the maintenance man at Arbor Estates for over eleven years. What had started off as a way to earn some extra cash over the summer had become a full time, year round position with Rob earning a nice paycheck and half off rent for tinkering around the apartment complex. He had been a bit of a wild child in his youth, but now he was well on his way to his late forties with his graying hair and goatee and fading blue and black arm tattoos. Although the years had been rough in many ways, Rob had maintained a good disposition and kept up his body toned thanks to twenty four access to the apartment's gym. All in all, Rob felt that he had a lot to be happy about and thankful for-especially on the days he cleaned and filtered the pool. Every Sunday afternoon, Rob would feel a pang of excitement as he gathered up the cleaning materials and made his way through the metal fence that lead to the pool and outdoor lounge area. These afternoons had a specific routine; first, Rob would cast the long net into the water to fish out any leaves and debris, starting from the shallow end and moving gradually to the deep. Then, like clockwork, once Rob had fished his way to midpoint in the pool, he would hear the gate latch open and close behind him. He would hear a padding of bare feet on the wet cement before turning slightly to see her, this afternoon was no exception-or so he thought.

Madison Weathers sauntered up to Rob with a bright, toothy smile, her blue eyes hidden behind her oversized sunglasses. Every Sunday afternoon, like clockwork, she would show up to tease or taunt it seemed in her array of fashionable bikinis, walking as if she were on a runway. She was young and vibrant with snowy white skin and soft blonde hair. Rob was always amazed at how pleasant she was on these Sunday afternoons, and even more intrigued as to why she decided to do her sunbathing while he was cleaning the pool. Surely this youthful beauty had no time or interest for an older man such as himself-but he certainly didn't mind the view she provided while he skimmed dead bugs off of the surface of the water.

"Afternoon Rob!" Madison beamed as she stood beside him now, placing one of her small hands on her slender waist. His guess was that she was barely eighteen, and he tried to focus on something other than her bikini clad body. He straightened up and wiped one of his hands on his brow before giving her a friendly grin.

"Hello," He nodded before returning to his work. He cast out the long net again, collecting a clutch of dead leaves. At this point, Madison would usually chose a chair to relax in while flipping through a magazine or painting her nails, but today something was slightly different; Rob could feel her lingering by his side, watching him. He slowly turned to met her gaze, still shadowed by her dark lens.

"Hot outside today...," Madison said, breaking the still silence between them. Rob nodded in agreement and then spied the bottle of lotion in her hands. He suddenly felt as if they were standing too close.

"Do you mind doing my back? I mean..I wouldn't bother you but..," Madison paused and pushed her sunglasses up to her hair line, batting her blue eyes as she studied the lounge area, "there's no one else around." She turned back to Rob with a soft smile splayed across her glossy lips.

Rob blinked in surprise. He too looked around to see that they were the only ones around the pool. This wasn't unusual for this time of day, but he couldn't help feeling as if he were out of place. The thought that Madison could possibly be trying to seduce him left his mind as quickly as it had entered. Afterall, she was half his age...why in the world would she be interested in him. He rubbed his rough chin for a moment before putting down the pool equipment.

"Alright..," He replied. Before he knew it, Madison was eagerly pulling one of the lounge chairs closer to him and then plopping herself down, back facing toward him. Rob straddled the chair as Madison handed him the bottle of lotion and gathered her long blonde hair to the side. Rob shook the bottle, hearing it's contents sloshing around as well as feeling as though his stomach were doing the same. For some reason, he felt an overwhelming sense of nervousness, as if what he was doing was practically illegal. The anxiety only increased as he watched Madison's arms snake around her own back to untie the back of her bikini, letting it fall carelessly to the concrete. 

"Madison..w-what are you doing?!" Rob exclaimed, as she scooted closer, practically into his lap. He felt his body's involuntary response as his semi-hard cock twitched. 

"What? I don't want to get burned..I have very fair skin and I need you to make sure you get every little spot," she replied nonchalantly.

Rob's eyes darted and he felt the heat rising in his face and body as he slowly brought his lotion filled hand to her right shoulder. He skin was softer than he had imagined, and she bent forward slightly to expose more of her bare back to him. He tried to coat her skin as quickly as possible; even though touching her was like a fantasy, he knew that they had already crossed a line and God only knew what would happen if someone were to walk in on this little scene. Once he had slicked the last of the lotion onto her lower back, he quickly got up and turned to avoid seeing her in an indecent way.

"Well that should do it..I should really be getting back to work now..," He mumbled before he felt a tight grip on his forearm. 

"Wait! Um..actually..I think I'm going to sunbath nude today..will you do the rest of my body?" Rob detected a slight girlish giggle in Madison's request and he quickly moved away from her grip. Why was she doing this? To humiliate him? To see how far she could take it?

He heard her moving behind him and then felt her so close to his turned back that their body heat mingled together. She was silent now, and Rob could only hear his own frantic heart beat in his ears.

"I want you," he heard her say...not in her usual girlish tone but in the hot and heavy breath of a lust filled woman. He turned around, mouth slightly agape and brows furrowed...he couldn't believe what he was hearing. She stood only an inch away, completely naked now with her bikini bundled in a pile on the other side of the chair. His eyes widen immediately as he scanned her gorgeous, supple body. Long legs leading up to her curvy hips, soft tummy and pert handful sized breasts with baby pink nipples, already hard. She sprung into action immediately, bridging the small distance between them by throwing her arms around his neck and balancing on her tip toes to reach his mouth with her own. Her soft lips crushed his mouth and he could feel the heat of her skin through his thin cotton shirt. His mind was racing frantically. He knew he should stop this, but how could he? His own body was fighting against him as his full erection now ached in his swim shorts. 

"Fuck me," she pleaded breathlessly breaking away from his mouth. "Do anything you want to me, I've been waiting for you to for so long..,"

Rob scanned her lovely face, his own full of surprise and confusion, "Madison..I-I can't..I mean..God..you,"

Before he could finish, she silenced him with another rough kiss. This time, he opened his mouth and their tongues dove into each other. 'To hell with it,' He thought suddenly, knowing that fucking this beauty would be worth any later repercussions. He scooped her up and laid her on the full length lounge chair, not breaking their kissing as she tugged at his ragged shirt. He quickly pulled it over his head and stood to remove his shorts, exposing his hard, thick length. Madison sat upright, eye to eye with the head of his cock and quickly grabbed his length, running her hand up and down his throbbing shaft. Rob gasped as she grazed her tongue along the underside of his member, teasing the pulsing vein before running her tongue across his sensitive balls. 'Oh fuck,' He thought, 'Too much more of this and I'm gonna shot my load..,'

He quickly pushed her back into a lying position on the chair and grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the end of the seat and throwing her knees over his shoulders. Her pussy was gorgeously pink and smooth and already moist. He kissed along her soft, swollen lips teasing her with his mouth and facial hair. Madison threw he head back and groaned in delight as Rob lapped his tongue against her pussy, rubbing her thigh with one hand as he gently entered her hot hole with his other two fingers. She was extremely tight as he thrusted his fingers upwards, massaging her insides as his tongue swirled across her clit. Madison gasped and sprang up, resting on her elbows as she watched Rob eat and finger fuck her pussy. She bit her lip and shuddered as he sucked her clit and forcefully thrust his fingers into her tight hole.

"Oh yes! Oh God I'm cumming!" She cried as he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down hard on his fingers and her whole body convulse momentarily. She bucked her hips and moaned wildly as he continued to relentlessly tongue her most intimate area.

After a few moments, she relaxed, still breathing heavily and slumped back in the chair, smiling blissfully. Rob removed her legs from his shoulders and replaced them on either of his sides, rubbing the tip of his dick against her soaked, tight hole. 

"Do you still want me to fuck you?" He asked, grinning to himself as she nodded eagerly. But before he could plunge into her, she abruptly turned around and got on her hands and knees, clutching the chair arms and wiggling her perfectly round little butt at him.

"Fuck my asshole," She commanded, looking over her shoulder to see the pure shock on his face. Rob's eyes widen even more as she sucked her own fingers and began to rub her puckered, pink rim.

"A-are you sure?," He asked, completely bewildered at her request. He watched her tease her own ass more and felt his dick begin to throb again. It was obvious that she meant it. 

Rob scanned the area for the bottle of lotion and quickly doused his manhood with the slick sunscreen before gently running his fingers over her tiny hole. She shivered at his touch and pressed herself against his fingers urging him to continue. He pushed through her extremely tight rim and wiggled his digit inside her anal canal, causing her to whimper and rock her hips. He removed his finger and replaced it with the swollen head of his hard cock, gently and slowly pushing into her. She responded by raising her ass higher. He spread her luscious cheeks and watched as his cock slowly slipped into her stretched, pink hole. He had never felt anything as tight or as good as Madison's ass. 

"Fuck..yeah...mmm, oh that feels so good," She practically whispered, urging Rob onward. Once he was about two inches inside, he slowly pulled himself back out and watched as her expanded hole collapsed back to it's small size. It was such an erotic scene that he couldn't help but let out a lust filled groan of his own. He quickly entered back into her and slowly began to fuck her hot anus. The heat completely enveloped him and she pushed back, wanting him to fill her deeper. He rocked his hips and pushed himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, causing Madison to whimper and cry out in pure pleasure. Before he could increase the speed of his thrusts, Madison quickly scrambled to her side on the chair and motioned for Rob to lie beside her. He obliged, pressing his chest against her hot back and lifting her leg slightly for access. She reached her hand around and guided his hard length back into her wanting ass.

"Is this what you like, baby?" Rob brushed his lips against her ear as he rocked deeper into Madison's anus. He held up her thigh with one hand and began to massage her breasts with the other. She met him stroke for stroke, practically impaling herself on his thick cock. The both moaned and cried out as Rob increased his speed, now pounding her harder and deeper. Madison reached down to her clit and began to rub it relentlessly as Rob heard her supple ass smacking against him as he fucked her.

"Ah! Yea..oh fuck...yes! I'm cumming..don't stop!" She cried out desperately as Rob kept his pace up. Suddenly, he felt her muscles squeeze his whole length as she shuddered in another orgasm.

"Oh shit..oh God..baby..fuck...," He heard himself groan incoherently as her ass muscles milked his dick of every squirt of his built up orgasm. He panted wildly as he shot his load deep into her anus. It felt as if fireworks were going off in his head as his cock was drained.

After their orgasms, Madison rolled over to face Rob with another beaming smile. He was still trying to catch his breath and looked at her in amazement.

"Did you like fucking my ass?" She asked in her sultry voice. He grinned and closed his eyes, still feeling the intense pleasure of his orgasm surging through him. 'Yes,' was the only reply he could utter. Madison giggled softly and brushed her fingers along his sweat covered face and chest.

"Good," she said, "Cause I'll be here next Sunday afternoon for more."



Handy Man



Stepping out of the shower, I pushed the door to with a thud and picked up the towel. Wrapping myself in the fluffy cotton, I turned to the mirror and stared into it. Hmm, least the spots were gone and I was looking somewhat better after that bout of food poisoning I'd had a few days before.

That was the only reason I was home alone and my parents were at work. Still, it was nice to be knocking around such a huge house on my own without having to get up on order from the alarm clock. Dragging a brush though my wet hair, I tucked the towel tighter around my chest and pulled the bathroom door open. Padding across the carpet of my bedroom, I glanced at the clock and smiled as it stared at me, accusing my laziness with the time. Sod it, I'd caught food poisoning from the uni café, I deserved time out.

Walking over to the window, I pulled the curtains back with a flourish, intending to open the window for fresh air; the day was already feeling uncomfortably warm. Standing with my arms outstretched, I stared into the shocked face of the handyman, his hand raised to the glass with a soapy sponge and his other arm stretched out holding his balance as he stood on top of the bay window of the ground floor. I hadn't realised it was window cleaning day.

I was literally frozen to the spot, and so was he. Right then everything took on such amazing detail, the blueness of his eyes in the sun worn face, the trickle of water running down my spine from my wet hair. Everything was so intense. 
He really did have stunning blue eyes; I'd never noticed them before.

I should shut the curtains. Those eyes were amazing; did he actually know how blue they were? Shut the curtains! He was actually quite cute; I'd never taken the time to look at him before. Hypnotising.

I risked a smile and was rewarded with one in return. Not perfect teeth, but still good. I relaxed a little and let go of the curtain in time to tuck my towel back in. A couple of seconds more and it would be on the floor. Looking up from that action, I saw his bright blue eyes on my hands as they tucked the cotton in around my breasts.

The tip of his tongue touched his lower lip for just a second as his eyes narrowed, and then he pulled himself together and took the sponge away from the glass.

What was he? Late 30's? I think that was right, he'd only been with us a few months and I'd never really met him, I was usually on my way out to uni as he was arriving. Thank god for food poisoning.

Those eyes were watching me through the glass now, and the heat of them was cutting into me and straight to my pit of my stomach. I couldn't, could I?

Glancing past him I took comfort in the fact the trees were now in full leaf and hiding the house front from the distant road. The neighbours were too far away to matter and I was starting to feel horny. The question was, just how horny?

Looking around, I pulled the dressing table chair over with my foot and tugged it in behind me. I looked up at him as he watched with a frown, then his eyes came back to my face and I felt heat flood my cheeks. I couldn't believe I was about to do this.

Biting my lower lip, I waited until I had his full attention, then I lowered my right hand to the towel and slowly started to pull the material lose. His eyes widened at that. Looking over his shoulder quickly, he checked the area around the house form where he could be seen, then he dropped the sponge on the top of the bay window and pressed both of his hands to the window frame as he leaned in close to watch.

Oh god this was making me feel so horny, but I wanted to prolong it as much as I could. Taking the towel in both hands, I let it slide enough to show the top of my thigh, and stepped back from him. He frowned and shook his head slightly, but I held a finger up to him and smiled slowly.

Nodding quickly, he settled down on his knees to watch the show.

The sun was coming in the window from the side now, highlighting him from for me. His face was weather warn and brown from the sun, but those eyes stood out clear and the wrinkles of laughter made him look sexy.

Stepping back a little further, I felt the chair press up against the back of my knees. Sitting down on the edge, I held the towel so it barely covered me. Letting my grip relax a little it slid lower, uncovering more of my breasts to him. His eyes flickered down to them, drinking in the curve and the promise of the hard nipples that were starting to stand out. God I was enjoying this so much.

Sliding back in the chair, I rested my arms up on the arms and relaxed in so my backside was nearer the edge than the back. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the windowsill outside as his hands dangled down, the movement of his muscles telling me he was slowly stroking himself through his jeans. I wonder how long he was? Was he wide or slim? Average or different? I would have to find out now.

Biting my lip again, I watched his face carefully as I let go of the towel and it slipped down to reveal my breasts. My nipples were hard already, and the rush of fresh air on them made them even harder.

His eyes narrowed quickly and a flush of colour came into his cheeks. His arm muscles flexed several times, so the sight of my breasts must be good for him.

Leaning back, I rested my arms along the chair and let him stare at my breasts as they rose and fell with my breathing, the towel still wrapped around my lower half.

Looking up to my face, he raised a hand to his lips and blew me a gentle kiss in reward. Yes he'd do just nicely, he knew how to play.

Laughing softly, I stroked a finger over my right nipple, and his tongue licked out across his lips slowly, almost as if he was tasting my breast. That was an intriguing thought.

Pinching the nipple, I tugged gently and stretched my breast towards him a fraction. His hand flattened against the glass and then his fingers curled in as if to grab. He'd get his chance later if I had my way.

Raising my right foot, I stretched my leg out towards him, the towel slipping back from the calf and back over the knee. This teasing was fun! I had placed the chair just right for me. I rested my foot up on the internal window sill, my knee bent up just enough for comfort. Placing my left foot beside the right, I kept my knees together as the towel slipped back a bit more, revealing everything except what he wanted to see.

Curling my toes, I laughed as he tickled his fingers against the glass and I could hear his soft low laugh in return. He had a sexy laugh; I wonder if his voice matched?

Stroking my breasts a little more, I watched his face as his gaze roved over my exposed body, there was a definite sense of appreciation there, and a good deal of hunger, but he was playing by the rules.

Maybe now it was time to go a little further?

Pushing my feet apart on the sill, I watched his eyebrows raise and his eyes snapped down to the towel still about my waist. I moved my feet apart enough to be comfortable, then I parted my knees and rested them against the chair sides, but the towel still stayed in place over my pussy, and by the look of consternation he was getting impatient.

He looked up at me with a frown and mouthed for me to throw the towel away. I shook my head and wagged a finger at him. I smiled and told him to remove his shirt. I wanted a bit of flesh on show in return.

I just knew he was grumbling, but he quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it by his side. Hmm very nice, muscled arms from hard work, flat stomach and a nice scattering of hair on his chest, just perfect. Nodding in approval, I slid the towel aside and let him stare down at my freshly shaven pussy.

His eyes really did widen at that and I started to laugh. Resting my hand on my stomach, I chuckled as he pressed his hand to the window again and made stroking motions I could feel the hot juices running out of me and was aware he could probably see them from just a couple of feet away. But I had no intention of being alone in masturbating, and I knew he was hard as hell.

Dropping my feet to the floor, I leaned forward and tapped on the window at his crotch. His jeans were definitely straining and he looked a good length under the denim. He shook his head at that, so I pouted and picked up the towel again. I may be horny but I was not playing alone in this game.

I heard the dull swear word through the window as he undid his belt and zipped his jeans open. The cotton of his boxers was instantly pushed out and I made stroking motions against the window. He crooked a smile at me and fumbled for a second with the material, then his cock was out in the open and his balls were resting on the material of his boxers. 

God he looked so good, longer than normal but not wider, so he'd be comfortable to take inside. Was good enough to taste, but I'd wait for that.

Smiling in pleasure, I leaned back in the chair and rested my feet back up against the windowsill, giving him an uninterrupted view of my pussy. In turn he came up off his haunches and kneeled at the window so I could see his cock. He was already stroking it slowly, his strong fingers wrapped around the shaft and moving up and down softly. If he was that gentle on his cock then his fingers would be amazing in my hot pussy. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought and I closed my eyes for a second. This was going to be one of the best fucks I'd had.

I slowly slid my hand down my stomach, my fingers gliding down and over my pussy where they rested for a few seconds. Slowly I used the first and third finger to open myself, his blue eyes riveted as I revealed my hot pink pussy, the juices now running freely in anticipation of being a whore for a near stranger. It was so damn sexy doing this, making me so horny I was sure to come hard.

His fingers clenched around his cock and I heard his gasp as he forced himself to relax the grip. He didn't want to come quickly either.

My clit was pulsing with blood as I touched my finger to it. With a sigh I began to circle it in rhythmic motions, my middle finger gliding over it every time as I built the feelings up to a level where I was panting. My breasts were shaking gently to the movement, the nipples standing hard as his gaze flickered between my circling finger and my shaking breasts.

Widening my legs, I stroked my finger down the length of my pussy to my hot juices. Stroking them back to my clit, I circled my finger quickly then rubbed hard, a loud gasp coming from me as my stomach muscles clenched in arousal. His mouth was open a little as he breathed heavily, his face flushed as he moved as close to the window as he could. The head of his cock was getting redder as he got harder, a couple of inches away from the cool glass between us. This was so damn sexy, each of us putting on a show for the others, acting as whores for near strangers. The risk of getting caught was near zero, but even so it still made me shiver in excitement.

I looked up at a sharp tap on the glass and he was pointing down at my pussy, an urgent stabbing motion of his finger. Nodding, I slipped my fingers lower and slowly inserted one into my opening, my horniness making it so easy to enter.

I was sure he was about to collapse against the window he pushed up that close to watch. All the time his fingers were working that hard cock of his, making it go redder and darker as the blood rushed to the arousal. His free hand was pressed against the stone frame of the window, balancing himself as he watched intently. Those blue eyes of his were sparkling with intense arousal and concentration, the pure colour of them making my clit throb even more as I watched his face. It was all about the face for me, that cock was gorgeous and I couldn't wait to play with it, but the face was where everything showed, and he showed complete and utter arousal, the muscles taught in his jaw and his eyes narrowed.

Pushing my finger in and out slowly, I felt my muscles clench gently around my finger the first level of my arousal. I needed something more, something deeper.

Looking around quickly, I reached back and grabbed a hairbrush from the dressing table. His eyebrows shot up at that; then he started to laugh as I smiled crookedly. Gingerly holding the bristles, I slowly slid the handle into my pussy, the hard wood handle cold against me as I took it ion. Wasn't quite as wide as I wanted right then, but it was long enough. Turning it slowly, the ridges of the hexagonal handle stimulated my pussy, sending shudders through my body. Arching up in the chair, I began to thrust it in and out of me, turning it a fraction each time.

At the window, he was gripping hic cock tighter, rubbing himself harder and faster as he watched that brush handle going in and out of my wet pussy. His cock was looking so hard and swollen now; I could just imagine it inside of me instead of the handle, it would go all the way in to my limit. Thrusting into me and making me gasp. Gasping, I arched up in the chair again and thrust the handle in harder and faster. Oh god I could feel it building fast. Ramming the brush in, I rubbed my clit hard and fast, inaccurate in my arousal but close enough to make the first of my come run down my pussy. Leaning my head back on the chair, I watched him press up against the window; his hand clenched around his cock as he rubbed it hard and watched my pussy. I was gasping and writhing in the chair, my whole body clenching as the orgasm built quickly. This was going to be a big one, and my god I was ready for it.

Ramming that handle into my hot pussy, I rubbed my clit as hard as I could and screamed, my orgasm slamming into me as I came hard against the window. Rubbing myself as quickly as I could, I continued to come, spattering the window as the orgasm clenched my muscles in hard waves as I shook.

Gasping in air, I relaxed down into the chair as I let my feet drop to the floor in exhaustion. Opening my eyes, I looked up at the handyman as he stared down in amazement at me. I guess he'd never seen a woman ejaculate before. But even though he was mesmerised by the sight his hand was jerking his cock off hard and fast. His fist was clenched hard around his shaft, the skin moving back and forth roughly as he worked himself to his orgasm. |Sitting forward, I pressed my hand to the window, then decided to be the complete whore and placed my tongue to the glass just in front of his cock. Licking slowly, I tasted my come in my mouth and found it strangely arousing. Hell I'd just brought myself to a mind blowing orgasm and I was getting ready for more!

I looked up and found him staring down at me in fascination, his forehead resting against the cold glass as he watched me lick the glass as he worked his cock hard. I could hear him grunting in effort, he must be about to come. Placing my hands to my breasts, I squeezed and rolled them for him to see as I pressed up against the glass. It felt cold on my nipples, a sensation I enjoyed very much. Staring up at him, I opened my mouth as if to take him and pressed my tongue to my lower lip. That was enough; he jerked hard and fast and I watched him come all over the window pane, his come running down the freshly washed glass as he jerked more and more out. Slowly he released his grip on his cock and relaxed down onto his haunches opposite me. Resting his hands on his thighs, he lowered his head and closed his eyes as he caught his breath. His stomach muscles were still clenched, only relaxing as I watched closely. That was one of the horniest things I had ever seen, and I was ready for more.

Reaching up, I flicked the catch open and smiled as he looked up at the slight snick. Pushing the sash window up, I reached high and knew he was watching my breasts lift as I pushed the frame as high as it would go. Lowering my arms, I leaned my elbows on the windowsill and rested my chin on my hands as I watched him. Leaning forward, he rested his hands on the sill either side of my arms and smiled slowly.

It was one of the sexiest and laziest smiles I had ever seen, and he damn well knew it. Lowering his face to mine, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips, taking his time about deepening it as I closed my eyes and gave myself to the moment.

My eyes snapped open as his hands closed about my arms and began to pull. I quickly realised what he wanted and I complied by sliding one leg over the sill and joining him on top of the bay window in the full sun of the morning. Sitting back on the sill, I placed my hands on his waist and pulled him back in to a kiss that was long and deep and getting hotter by the second.

His hands were quickly around my waist and sliding down to my backside, his fingers curling in my flesh and massaging as I dragged him close to me and wrapped my legs around him to hold him tight.

That gorgeous cock of his had been slowly drooping, growing ever more flaccid after his initial excursions, but now it was quickly growing hard again, standing to attention like a good soldier should. Breaking the kiss I trailed my lips down his neck, kissing softly and slowly as I flicked my tongue over his warm skin. Reaching his shoulder, I pulled him close to me and gently bit, just enough to make him gasp softly in my ear.

Giggling, I ran my fingers up his spine and back down again, dragging my nails ever so softly over his skin and feeling the shivers run through him.

Laughing as he picked me up, he pulled me down into his lap, my knees tucking in beside his hips as he held me tightly to his body, my breasts crushed against his chest and my wet pussy rubbing against his hard cock.

His fingers dug into my backside, gripping me tight as he began to rock me against his groin, the cotton of his boxers and jeans rubbing me roughly. Bending my knees until I was kneeling astride him, I rocked my whole body on him, my breasts massaging him, my stomach against his and our most intimate areas stroking and teasing one another. Releasing a hand, he slid his fingers up my spine and curled his palm around the back of my head, cradling me as he kissed me deeply, his tongue twining around mine and drawing soft moans from us both. Dear god this was so arousing, in plain view of anyone coming up the drive, the sun on us as it rose over the trees. I was fully aware of the sensation of the rough denim on my inner thighs and pussy, the rough material caressing and tempting forth more of my juices. I was already slick from my first orgasm, my pussy ready to take anything that he wished to put in me.

Releasing his hold on my head, his hand slid down my shoulders, his fingers making little stroking motions on my hot skin as he slid it between our moving bodies and cupped a breast, his fingers closing around the soft flesh and a thumb running over the taught nipple. I broke the kiss and buried my face into the curve of his neck. Instantly his hand was cradling the back of my head again, his fingers stroking gently to ease me as he whispered softly in my ear, tender words that turned me molten to his touch. Trailing kisses down my neck, he carefully raised me with his hands on my hips, positioning me back up on my knees and holding me there. Running kisses over my throat, he struggled with one hand behind him for a few moments before he pulled a wallet from the back pocket of his crumpled jeans. Flicking it open with one hand, he dropped it on the lead of the roof as his fingers dug around urgently in the confines. Releasing a small silver packet, he ripped it in his teeth and took out a condom as I laughed softly. Taking it from between his teeth, I placed it to the head of his cock and slowly ran my fingers down his length as I unrolled the latex. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as a long shudder ran through him from head to toe.

Catching me in a kiss, he came up on his knees and his hands went to my waist, gripping me firmly but gently. Easing me back, eh shuffled forward on his knees as I came up against the window sill. Twining my arms around his neck, I kissed him deeply, my eyes closing as I revelled in the feel of his hands all over my body, placing me where he wanted me as I rested my buttocks on the sill and waited patiently.




Handy Man



The fine tremors of excitement were coursing through me, running from head to toe and emanating out from wherever he touched me. My body was filled with electricity, an energy I felt passing between us as he moved in closer and wrapped my legs about his waist. His hands were sliding up and down my thighs slowly, easing me into the act we were about to undertake. Capturing his mouth in another kiss, I slid my hands down his body, stroking with my nails as a shiver passed from him to me.

Resting one hand on his hip, I let my other hand drop lower until my fingers found the hard length of his cock. Closing around him, I stroked slowly and then tugged gently. He grunted softly under his breath and shuffled closer on his knees. Bending my knees more I opened my pussy to him and placed the head to my opening, the wetness of my first orgasm coating him quickly. Pulling back with my legs, he took the order and began to push in. I looked down with him to watch him enter me, his long cock sinking in effortlessly as I swallowed him up. 

Biting my lip, I pulled him close to me so our bodies touched everywhere they could. His arms went instantly around me, holding me close and cradling me as he ran kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Once there he began to lick and taste slowly, the roughness of his tongue sending little shivers through me and down into his cock. Moaning as he gasped softly into my ear, I giggled as he nipped with his teeth, and then began to move gently, barely anything at first as he made sure of his passage within me, then the strokes grew longer and more assured as I quickly adjusted to him. I had been right, his more barrow width made it so easy to take him.

He felt so good in me; filling me right to my deepest part, and the slow deep strokes he used was building my orgasm. With each stroke he placed another kiss to my neck and his hand ran down my spine and back up again. I didn't know which to concentrate on most, each was exquisite in itself, and combined they were blowing my mind.

Dragging my nail sup his back, the hard shiver that ran through him passed through his cock into me. I gasped at the sudden surge of electricity and involuntarily my inner muscles pressed down hard on his cock. He grunted and forced his way back inside me. Moaning in return, I pulled him close and crushed my breasts against his chest, the fine hair tickling my sensitive nipples.

Wrapping me tight in his arms, he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, a new sense of urgency in him as he pushed me back against the sill repeatedly. His hips flexed under my legs, muscles moving easily as he moved in and out with a steady pace that was perfectly timed to bring me to the point of climax in only a few minutes. I was doing my best to hold it back, trying to prevent my muscles from clenching tightly and forcing my come all over him. I wanted to scream for him, to pull him deeper into me with each pulse of my ejaculation.

Sliding my fingers into his hair, I pulled his head down sharply and forced a hard, hungry kiss onto him. He responded instantly, his fingers digging into my backside and partly lifting me from the sill as he rammed into me, his cock hitting against my pelvis in his urgency.

It was too much for me. I broke the kiss and growled, too far gone to scream. My body jerked and tensed around and against him as my muscles all contracted together. The come came in hard fast pulses, covering and soaking his cock and legs, running down his thighs and into his jeans as he pumped into me fast, his cock bringing forth more of my orgasm as I dug my nails hard into his shoulders and clawed my marks over his skin. My orgasm was still ripping through me when he tensed under my fingers, his body shuddering as he came inside me, his cock pulsing and throbbing in my pussy as it delivered its seed.

Holding on tight to one another, we stayed still, the sun warming us as it rose higher over the trees shielding us from the road. Slowly the tension drained away, taking the heat of the sex with it and leaving a deep warmth between us. Leaning back he smiled and brushed hair from my face, a tender finger tracing the line of my jaw as I smiled shakily. Damn, that had been the hardest orgasm I'd ever had.

Placing a gentle kiss on the end of my nose, he drew back and eased himself out of me, holding the condom and then removing it from his cock as it rapidly softened after our exertions.

Pressing my feet down to the lead, I winced as the first hint of soreness pinched me. But damn, it was worth it. Bending down, I scooped up his shirt and other kit and tossed it behind me into my room. He raised an eyebrow at that but merely followed on as I beckoned him to follow me inside. Picking up the towel, I scooped up his jeans as he dragged them off and kicked his shoes across the room. We had all day alone, and by the time he would have to leave his clothes would be washed and dried. He, on the other hand, would be kept busy with the many myriad plans that were forming in my head, and by the twinkle in his eyes he was thinking very much the same. 

Scootling downstairs, I shoved everything into the washer-dryer and spun it on. Making sure it was going, I turned to the fridge and pulled it open, I needed a sugar boost. Picking out several strawberries, I popped the first into my mouth and barely tasted it as I swallowed it down quickly. Closing the fridge door, I bit into the second strawberry, the juice running over my bottom lip as I enjoyed the freshness. Turning around, he was standing there, leaning in the doorway as he watched me closely. Now I saw him stood up he was half a foot taller than me, and quite lean. Muscles were outlined on his arms and chest, but his stomach was smooth, only the hint of the muscles beneath as he breathed deeply. Unfolding his arms, he walked over to me and reached out to wipe the juice from my lip. Putting his thumb in his mouth, he sucked the juice from his finger as he watched me closely. Slowly he took his finger from his mouth, his full red lips lingering on the pad as he smiled slowly at me.

My lips parted a little as I almost tasted his lips on mine. I closed my eyes as he placed his thumb to my lips and I gently sucked it, my tongue stroking the pad as I caught the faint memory of strawberry on his skin. I opened my eyes as he pulled his hand free, then he wrapped his arms about me and indulged me with the longest, slowest kiss I'd ever had. Melting towards him, I moulded my soft body against his hardness and gave myself over to the sheer exhilaration he was creating.

His tongue was slow and gently, teasing mine with deft flicks and twists, his hands echoing its movements as he stroked and kneaded my backside and back. Flattening his palms to me, he stroked slowly up and down my spine, down over my buttocks and to my hip before stroking up my sides, brushing the edge of my breasts and around to my shoulder blades. Constant movement that sent little shivers through me. My breasts swelled and grew sensitive again, the nipples standing out hard and proud as he moved ever so slightly against me, using his body to massage mine as we stood on the cold tiles of the kitchen.

Twining my arms about his neck, I pressed up against him in invitation as we kissed softly. Almost instantly his hands wrapped about my waist and lifted me up. I gasped in surprise; then laughed as he quickly turned and sat me on the edge of the kitchen table, his hands spreading my knees as he stepped between them. This was something I had always wanted to do!

Clasping my hands behind his neck, I giggled as we kissed again, packing at each other lips, cheeks, brows, necks, shoulders; almost as bad as two teenagers on a first date. His chuckle was deep and very sexual, filled with warmth and promise. Sliding his hands to my shoulders, he stroked his thumbs over my neck and throat, the gentle rhythm moving with the motion of our kiss. Sliding his hands down, he placed his palms over my breasts and moved in gentle circles, massaging my nipples until they were dark and swollen, the peaks hard as stone as I panted softly in arousal. Breaking our kiss, he bent his head down and took a nipple in his mouth, his hot wet tongue swirling it and flicking it as he squeezed and rubbed the other breast. Leaning back on my hands, I tipped my head back and moaned softly each time his tongue flicked. I looked down at him as he looked up, his bright blue eyes filled with mischief, and he bit down. I shrieked in surprise, but it rapidly turned into a moan of ecstasy; the shock of it had gone right to my core and my pussy throbbed. That was amazing. He bit again as he tweaked the other nipple and I screamed out loud.

Laughing as he turned his attention to my other breast, he gripped my hips tightly to stop me from falling off the table as I wriggled around, trying to encourage him to move on before I exploded in excitement.

Biting the other nipple, he acquiesced to my urgent demands to move lower as I put my hands on his head and pushed him down. Lying back on the table, I spread my legs for him and closed my eyes as his first questing touch on my inner thighs rippled a thrill through me. I could feel the rough skin of his hands on me; coarse from hard work, but his touch was soft and gentle, finding its way and arousing me with each minute contact.

I was on the verge of screaming in frustration when a soft kiss was placed to the top of my mound, and I nearly fainted in relief. His fingers trailed soft little circles over my inner thighs, each pass bringing them closer to my wet core as my juices seeped out. A further series of kisses were placed carefully down the slit of my pussy, touching the lips feather light as he concentrated so hard on what he was doing. This was the most erotic thing, so slow and precise and controlled, and driving me mad with desire.

A line of soft butterfly kisses was placed down one lip, and then trailed back up the other, a quick flick of the tongue after each kiss bringing forth more of my honey as he aroused me quickly. This was building so quickly in me, my body sensitised by the two previous orgasms and ready for one last show. Curling my fingers in his hair, I forced his mouth down onto me and laughed in ecstasy as his tongue plunged in between the lips and started to lick me quickly. His tongue was hot and precise in me, swirling around the engorged clit and down to lap up the juices running freely, then he returned to the clit again. He teased and tempted me with quick swirls and slow licks over the head of it, heavy shudders running through me each time he did so.

Gripping the edges of the table, I bit down on my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as the first wave f my orgasm rippled through my stomach and into the clit he was toying with. Taking several deep breaths, I almost had control of myself when he slid two fingers inside me and curled them upwards the caress my G-spot. I screamed out long and loud as my orgasm shattered me, arching up off the table and gasping as it took my breath from me. It went on for longer than any I had ever had before, wracking my body in huge convulsions as he continued to lick and caress, his busy tongue lapping up my come as I spent myself.

Collapsing onto the kitchen table slowly, I draped an arm over my stomach and tried to control my breathing as I recovered slowly. I slowly became aware he was stood beside me, looking down with those blue eyes that had hypnotised me earlier. There was a gentle smile on his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes as he helped me to sit up. Leaning against his chest as he wrapped his arms about me, I rested my head on his shoulder and felt safe for the first time in a long time. His hand ran up and down my spine slowly, a gently protective gesture as he cuddled me close. Wrapping my arms about him, I giggled as he pulled me closer, then he scooped me off the table and up into his arms.

I watched in interest as he carried me out of the kitchen and back upstairs, his bare feet padding softly on the carpet of the landing. Pushing open the door to my room, he put me down on the bed and then pulled the sheet over me in a caring way. Walking over tot eh window, he closed it and flicked the catch across. Pulling the curtains to, he turned around and watched me. There was a serious look on his face as he looked at me sat in the bed, the sheet wrapped around my chest as I watched him in return.

Making a decision, he walked across and lifted the sheet. Sliding in beside me, he reached across and wrapped an arm about my waist. Pulling me into his side, he pulled the sheet around us and settled down into the pillows.

Reaching across shim, I managed to catch the bedside clock and set it for a few hours time. I was exhausted and ready to sleep for a long time, but I had to be up and about, and he had to be busy by the time my parents got home.

I laughed softly as he placed a soft kiss to my forehead, then he closed his eyes and his body slowly relaxed against mine. Yes, he'd do very nicely.



Handy Man



The doorbell rang and I went to answer it, it was Tas. Tas has come to see why my broadband was not working. 

A little bit about me first. Let's start with my name. I'm Louisa, but you can call me Lou; everyone does, even Tas. I'm fifty three and have been a widow for three years. Yes my husband died the day after my fiftieth birthday. He had a stroke. We did make love the night before. I think he only did his duty to me because he had not been interested in sex for over...well a long time; many years in fact. I wasn't sure, but truthfully, I think he was turning gay.

The stupid bastard after twenty five years of marriage and he turned out like that. Not that I have anything against gay or lesbian people, but I'm not into that and I never thought he was either. 

Back to me; I'm six foot three inches tall and I wouldn't say I was slim, although I wish I was, but I'm not fat. I have what some people may say is a sturdy figure. Even if I say so myself; I look fantastic. I keep myself fit, well as fit as I need to be; and I am firm in all the right places. The best feature about me is my legs. They are thick and firm. My thighs are like tree trunks hard to the touch and I have well defined calf muscles. I have fairly broad shoulders mainly from all the swimming I did. I love to swim; I'm usually out three to four nights a week. My tits are firm, nothing sags on me. I have long blond hair and blue eyes. You may think I'm boasting; but hey, I'm just building a picture to let you know what I look like.

I may have been fifty three in age, but to me I was still in the prime of my life. I have a very pale skin tone, mainly because I don't tan very easily or at all.

Although I didn't need to, I did work in a pharmacy. My husband's life insurance paid out well but even without that he had a highly paid position in a lawyers firm, which left me with quite a tidy sum.

I was making Tas a mug coffee when he called from the upstairs room, "Lou, it's working."

I took up his coffee and he told me that I was back on-line.

Let me tell you a little bit about Tas. He lived with his parents next door; I was invited to his eighteenth birthday party last month. He was into his computers and even in a boy so young he could fix a lot of things; he was a regular handyman. He fixed all sorts of things around the house for me. 

Tas was not a well-built boy; more the shame for me I thought before all this happened. Tas was small, tiny by comparison to me. He was just five foot tall and quite slender. But he and I got on well together and enjoyed each other's company. I got on well with his parents too; his mum was the same age as me. The only bit I've left out so far is that Tas was what you may call a 'Jack the lad' he always boasted about everything he'd done. I personally took his brashness with a pinch of salt, he knew that and that's partly why we got on fairly well. 

He thought he was quite the ladies' man and tried to act the macho git around them and he knew I never fell for it. 

We both finished our drinks while Tas made some final checks. 

It was Wednesday night and getting late and Tas said, "Thanks' for the coffee Lou, I'll see you Friday. I'll fix that light fitting for you." He kissed me on the cheek and his usual light slap on my arse, saucy git, then went home.

I hate to admit it but I did secretly have a thing for Tas. I went to bed that night with lurid thought of Tas in my head. I possessed a dildo and used it in great earnest that night. I made myself cum twice.

It was Thursday morning and I went to work as usual, the day went the usual boring way. I could not wait to get home. Well could not wait to get out of work really. It was almost closing time.

I was further around from the entrance, serving another customer and noticed that Tas had walked into the pharmacy. He looked very sheepish as he walked around the pharmacy. He picked up a couple of things and then I think purposely, he went to another checkout. He had picked up a packet from the front of the counter then paid.

He raised his hand to say, "Hi," to me; but again sheepishly went off. Now...I knew the only thing he could have picked up form in front of the counter was a pack of rubbers. He's eighteen and I did know he had a girlfriend, he's told me about her; in his usual bragging way. I was happy for him.

Thursday night I used my dildo again three times, first was as soon as I got home from work and on all occasions I thought of Tas. And what he was going to do with his girlfriend. 

I suppose he was going to use the rubbers over the weekend because he had told me he was seeing his girlfriend then. 

It was Friday and again a typical day at work. I usually finished early on Friday's. I went swimming for a couple of hours then home.

I got home around seven; I had gone straight up for a shower. I've never like the showers at the swim facilities and I knew Tas would be around soon. 

It's not unusual for me to be in my dressing gown. I never wear a bra when I'm at home, a pair of knickers would suffice. My hair was wet and I had left it loose behind me. 

'Ding dong...' I opened the door and it was Tas, I said, "Hi Tas come in and shut the door."

He walked in and gave me a kiss as usual and I expected the slap on my arse, but it never came. He seemed deflated; his posture was low, he seemed to be sorry for himself. I asked, "Tas you okay? Why so glum?"

He just huffed threw up his shoulders and said, "I'm fine, I got the correct fitting this time, let me get on with it."

His voice was also subdued; I wondered what was wrong but thought I should not pry. I put my arm around him and we walked over to the sofa. We had to move the sofa so that Tas could get to the fitting overhead. 

It was a very quiet Tas, not his usual self, I could not bear it and I had to ask; but just as I was about to...something just stopped me and I could not get the right words out. 

I got a small step for Tas so he could reach the fitting. It was a bit unstable as he worked on the fitting. I held the stool as steady as I could for him. He hardly said a word while he worked. I again bit my tongue from wanting to ask him.

My mind wondered; all of a sudden the stool slipped and Tas fell. Luckily he landed onto the sofa which we had moved to the side.

"O shit sorry Tas, you okay?" I was so embarrassed.

Tas picked himself up and I put my arm around him and sat him down. 

"Sorry Tas, the step slipped; are you okay? I'm so sorry."

I was pretty sure he was okay; he had fallen onto the sofa and it cushioned his fall. But I still wanted to know why he was so down. As I have mentioned, Tas was usually always loud and proud a boy's boy. He always bragged about this that and the other.  

I could not bear it I had to ask, I put a hand on his leg and asked, "Tas, I know something is not right, what's the matter? Is it something I've done?"

He looked up and said, "No, it's not you Lou, you're great... I... I just... it doesn't matter."

I looked back at him and said, "Something's wrong and I want, no, I demand you tell me and tell me now."

I placed a hand to the side of his face; he looked so glum and his eyes looked to the floor.

I patted the side of his face very lightly and said, "Look at me, look at me Tas! Tell me what' wrong. If you don't tell me I can't help you. I want to help you; you help me all the time."

He slowly looked up and said, "It's my girlfriend, she... "

He stopped and looked down again. With my other hand I grabbed hold of his hand, held it and asked, "What about your girlfriend? I know what you bought the other day at the pharmacy, so I know you haven't gotten her pregnant... have you?"

Tas looked up and said, "No I haven't, we never got that far."

I asked, "So what's happened? I thought you were seeing her at the weekend."

The way I sat, I had not realised but my gown had opened up, the top of my tits were in view. I only realised when I noticed Tas kept looking down. I thought he looked towards the floor. To be honest; I did not care that he could see. I was not shy of my figure; so what if he looks. 

He then said, "No I saw her last night."

"So what happened?" I squeezed his hand tighter.

Tas looked down again but that time was definitely to the floor as he said, "I... I'm too embarrassed. I can't say."

I did know Tas got on well with his parents. I'm sure he's a typical boy who doesn't talk about sex with his mom or dad. So I wanted to offer my ear to him and said, "Tas, you can talk to me, I know it's probably difficult for you to talk to your mom, but tell me. We've been friends for a long time. You don't have to be shy or embarrassed with me."

Tas has never been what you might call a shy or quite sort of guy, so it felt very unusual for him to be quite and down like that.

As I talked; I noticed his eyes moved back to my tits and for some reason my eyes looked at his crotch; only because I saw a slight movement there. 

Tas looked back up to me and said, "She doesn't want to see me again."

I felt saddened for Tas, not sorry for him, just a sadness because I knew him. I knew what sort of guy he was deep down. Not on the surface which he showed everyone. I knew he had a caring side to him too, I asked, "Why not?" 

I wanted to know the circumstances and continued, "Tell me what happened? Tell me what you said to her?"

Again his head fell; again at my tits and again I noticed movement in his pants. He fidgeted in his seat.

I raised his head up and said, "Tell me."

Tas spoke softly; almost in a whisper he said, "She said it's too big."

I did hear him, but thought I had maybe not got it right, so I asked, "What do you mean? What's too big?"

Tas moved a hand to grab the bottom of his tee-shirt and said, "Can I show you?"

I looked down and he raised the bottom of his tee-shirt, and bloody hell a massive nob stuck up from under his waist band, couple of inches of shaft but a massive nob-head.

As I looked; he started to lower his top, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him, I said, "Bloody hell Tas, what the hell is that!"

I looked back to him and he said, "See even you think it's too big."

I have seen a fair few cocks in my time but this young lad had a whopper. I had only seen the tip of the ice-burg and my pussy got wet and excited. I looked back down at it and said, "Show me all of it."

Tas whispered again and said, "It's alright you don't have to... "

I stopped him in mid-sentence as I said, "I wasn't asking, I'm telling you to show me all of it."

Tas was the kind of guy who given half the chance, and a request like that, would shoot up whip his pants off and wave his cock proudly.

He was still very reluctant. I had to be a bit more forceful. I stood up, grabbed and pulled him up by his hand. I made him stand up. I then sat back down.

I was sure he was not going to do it so I undid his button and unzipped him. His nob-head still poked up the top. He had boxers on as well, so I grabbed both waist bands together and lowered them. And I uncovered his cock, it stood straight up, fucking thing was up to his navel, I was sure. I could not make it out because it was hidden by his tee-shirt, which he had let go of. 

I looked up and he said, "Well... it's too big isn't it?"

I said, "Take your top off."

Tas looked confused but took his tee-shirt off. He stood there naked in front of me with the biggest fucking cock I'd seen in the flesh. He wasn't thick, well, thick enough. But his length was amazing and his nob-head was very large. 

I looked on and was amazed with the sight in front of me. There stood a young boy, small in frame, but had a cock you could share out to three men. The cock looked so disproportionate to the body it was attached to. 

"Come closer." I asked.

He did not move; so I reached out and grabbed his cock, I still could not believe that was his cock. It was like he had stolen it from a giant. I pulled him closer and said, "I'm going to see how you taste."

There was no way I was going to leave that thing un-sucked; it stood there in front of me. Every cell in my body told me what I needed to do. 

I spat onto the shaft and rubbed my hand up and down that cock. I moved my mouth towards his huge nob. I licked the pre-cum off his tip and put the nob into my mouth. I looked up and saw he had his eyes closed. I stroked him only about three times, barely had the chance to suck that head when he blasted a massive cum load into my mouth. 

He looked down and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

I swallowed down his cum and then said, "Don't be sorry Tas, its fine. You must be very excited."

He said, "O yeah, I'm definitely exited."

He did cum very easily, even for a boy who must have jerked off a lot and fuck a few times.

Then a thought came into my head, 'Was he...?'

I wondered, I now had to know, I asked, "Tas have you ever had sex."

From Tas's general personality and brashness you would have thought he had fucked a hundred girls. He still had a sorry look to his face when he said, "I do jerk off a lot."

I thought then that there were some home truth's coming out. Tas may not be as 'manly' and 'worldly wise' as he had made out to be.

I let go of his cock and stood up, but had to crouch down a bit to hug him and with my lips close to his ear I asked in a soft whisper, "That's not what I'm asking, have you had sexual intercourse? Have you fucked a woman?"

He slumped in my arms and said, "No, that's what I wanted to do last night."

I said, "So she got scared of what you had."

He said, "Not just her, but the one before as well."

I released him from my hug and took hold of his face with both hands and asked, "Would you like to have sex today, tonight, with me?"

A smile came across his face; I loved the way he smiled. He was quite handsome boy. But for some reason his smile faded as he said, "Do you think my cock is too... too big for a woman?"

I hugged him again; literally picked him up and said, "You have a big cock. There's no denying it. But would you like me to see if I can take that into me?"

He looked happier and asked, "I would like to try?" 

The very thought was in my head also, I wanted to not just try; I wanted that thing in me.

I put him down and started to undo my gown. His eyes bulged out and stared at my tits which became on view to him for the first time in full. I pushed out my chest and took hold of his hand and placed it on my tit, he squeezed it lightly. 

I asked, "Do you like me?"

He looked up; as I have mentioned, Tas is only five foot tall and as we were both stood, he had to look up to look at me, well my face anyway.

I had fully removed my gown and all I had on were the skimpy pair of red knickers. Tas said, "You're beautiful Lou."

'Ahh such a nice boy,' I said, "Thank you Tas, would you like to have a bit of fun?"

I knew he would not say no to an offer like that from me. He was certainly not going to say no to fuck a body like mine that was for sure. The other thing I was certain of was that he'd probably wanted to do that for a long time. 

I was overcome with a hot, incredibly hot sensation all over my body; it tingled. I was going to be Tas's first. I was going to have Tas's virginity. I was going to have that big cock in my pussy and I was going to love it. Every inch of that boy's fucking rod. And if it all goes right, I'll not need that dildo ever again. No, hold on, let's not be too hasty; I'll keep the dildo.

I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs. I was not surprised that his cock was still up and hard, even though he had just blown a load. He was a virgin, he was young, he was full of vitality and he was full of vigour and hopeful full of more cum.

As we entered my bedroom, I took off my knickers and threw them to one side and sat on the bed. I saw a change in Tas; his usual big headed confidence seemed to have returned. Some of that was him knowing that I was willing to take his cock. He proudly walked up to me and stuck his cock right into my face. I grabbed his long hard cock, I mustered up a lot of saliva in my mouth; I had to lick and cover a big fucking cock. 

I started at the base and licked along its length to the top, it took a while. I could grab Tas's cock with both hands and still stick his big nob into my mouth. I stroked gently at first. I didn't want a repeat of earlier, with him shooting off too quickly. 

I looked him in the eye as I blew him off. After a while I started to tighten my grip and increased my sucking. Tas seemed to appreciate that; he grabbed my head and ran his fingers through my still wet hair.

Tas said, "No one's ever even attempted to suck my cock before. Its feels so nice, you do it so well." 

Tas lasted longer that time, much longer. It must have been seven or eight minutes when he grabbed my head and started to thrust his hips. I thought he was close to blowing again. I let go of one hand and cupped his balls, I played and squeezed his balls. I further increased my grip and stroked at a faster rate. I sucked and swirled my tongue around his big nob, he released pre-cum like it was on tap. He tasted oh so fucking like a virgin. 

He seemed to get his ego back and was big headed again; he said, "You suck a nice cock Lou, suck it harder."

I was really surprised that it had been at least fifteen minutes and he had still not cum. But then he grabbed my head and held it still while he thrust his hips hard into my willing mouth.

He shouted out, "Here it comes Lou, take another load."

He shot a load straight down the back of my throat; I swallowed. I opened my mouth and stroked him hard, I milked that cock as he blew load after load into my mouth. I managed to swallow the fucking lot. I thought I had done well, let alone him.

He said, "That was great Lou, you're so fuckin' hot."

I let his cock go and he stepped back; his cock still hard, cum still oozed out and he kept complimenting me and said, "That was incredible Lou, thanks."

I was just as turned on as he was. I reached out and grabbed his cock and licked off the dripped remnants of his cum, I said, "It's unbelievable that you've cum twice now and you're still fuckin' hard. How do you do it?"

I threw myself backwards onto the bed and called him over; I still could not believe his cock was hard. Okay, it had lost a bit of stiffness, but he wasn't soft and limp like most cocks get after cumming, and he had cum twice. Oh god I'm going to love fucking Tas. The thought of fucking Tas released juices in my pussy.

Tas sat on his knees besides me and I grabbed his cock; I squeezed it to assess how hard he was. I looked at Tas and weighed up in my head that I could not lay on top of him, I may squash him to death; so I said, "Let me lay down Tas, get on top."

I grabbed his cock and asked, "Would you like to kiss my pussy?"

Again what man can resist an offer like that; Tas said, "You bet I would."

Tas positioned himself on top and stared to lick my slit. I opened my legs wider and raised my knees slightly. He placed his hands under my arse and grabbed a handful in both hands, he licked and started to suck on my clit. He was quite rough and very keen, but then what does one expect from a pure novice. 

I was happy with his zeal; I love being mauled. This almost gave me an instant orgasm mainly because of the anticipation of fucking that virgin.

I was not sure if Tas liked my flow of juices, I asked, "How do I taste? Do you like it?"

He rose up and said, "I think you taste great, I love drinking this juice, it's better than the canned stuff." He must have referred to his usual beer I presumed.

He went back and sucked my clit; I stroked that big shaft and spat on it so many times. I bobbed my head on his big-head with a great hunger to have his wonderful sweet seed sliding down my throat.




Handy Man



I felt my orgasm build; I started to buck my hips. I felt his hands squeeze and maul my arse.

And then oh fucking hell there it was, my hips thrust in spasms; a shock wave went through my body, I felt amazingly hot.

Oh my fuck, I had already taken his cock out of my mouth; I needed to breathe, I gasped for air. This young virgin gave me one of the best orgasms I had felt for many years, 'Hooray to youth, it's the best drug in the world.'

I panted, heavy and Tas asked, "Okay Lou?"

I answered; in-between taking deep gulps of air, "Oh yeah, you just keep doing that my boy."

He went back and as soon as he made contact with my clit again; with his first suck, I had another orgasm. I could not help but shout out, "Oh Jesus fuckin' Christ, Tas, you b_a_s_t_u... " and I had cum again, I was exhausted holy fucking shit I was exhausted.

I did not even have the strength to suck on that big cock. I just lay back and let him have his fill of my juices. His cock was besides my head by my neck. I eased my hands to my tits and squeezed my nipples. My hips thrust involuntarily and my pussy, well my pussy was in a continual state of rapture.

I felt like melting away, I said to myself, 'Oh god, oh god, ohh fuckin' goud, another one.'

If I did not stop that young boy he would have eaten me alive.

I had lost count of my orgasms; but then whose counting, just keep them coming. 

Tas stopped after a while and I commended him, "Bravo Tas, Bravo."

I grabbed his cock and gently sucked on the nob for a minute. Then I tapped him on his arse and said, "Come up here, you little pussy sucker."

I had never really kissed Tas, nor he me. It had always been the polite greeting type of kiss we always gave each other. It was time to give him a big kiss; a thank you for my orgasms. 

Tas came up and lay on top of me, bastards cock was getting harder by the minute. I could feel it from my pussy along my stomach to my tits, 'fuck his a big boy,' and I haven't even tried to get him in yet.

He came up and I grabbed his face with both hands and looked him in the eyes and said, "I think I'm falling in love with you dear boy." 

I kissed him; I drove my tongue into his mouth, I flicked his tongue and I sucked on his lips. Both our tongues fought a duel. His confidence grew as he got more at ease with what was going on and more to the point, with what I allowed him to do.

I knew he wanted to kiss and fuck me for a long time; I just never gave him the chance. But now that I had, he was all go, he's hands were all over me, he squeezed, fondled and mauled me. I loved every second of it. The only thing was that he was taking it too carefully, if he only knew what he was doing to me. If he only knew I loved being handled roughly. I'll have to teach him as time goes on. 

But even so he with great gusto, licked, sucked and bit me on my tits, my face, my stomach, my neck, just everywhere, fantastic start.

Incredibly I felt his cock; it dug into me harder. I think he was keen to get it in. Our faces parted slightly and we opened our eyes; we looked at each other for a minute. 

Then we both instinctively opened our mouths and as I stuck my tongue out, he sucked on it gently, then harder, then took more of my tongue deeper and sucked harder. Both with eyes wide open, with a look of sex and a wanton desire of what was yet to come. 

Again in unison we closed our eyes; I let his tongue go and hugged him tightly. We both stayed still for a while. I raised his head and asked, "You ready big boy?"

For some reason his smile dropped away, he said, "I don't have my rubbers."

I smiled broadly and said, "I'm glad you're so concerned; but its fine, you don't need them."

He seemed to show a lot of concern for a virgin that wanted to get his first fuck; he continued to say "But what if... "

I reassured him, "Tas, its fine you don't need anything with me."

He still asked, "Can I cum in you then?"

I kissed his lips and said, "Yes Tas, you can cum in me all you want." 

A big grin appeared on his face as he said, "I'm going to fill you up Lou."

I grinned back and said, "I'm counting on it." 

I parted my legs as he moved down; I felt his cock slither down my stomach and flicked off the end of my pussy. He stared to prod his cock, 'true virgin,' I grabbed hold of his big, long, stiff shaft and said, "Just wait a minute you eager beaver."

I parted my legs even further; my knees were up high. Tas looked at me and I at him. I guided his cock to my entrance. He leaked pre-cum, which I smeared over my pussy and clit, oh it felt sooo nice.

I rubbed his cock along my slit; I found my willing pussy hole already wide open for that brand new friend. I wanted to give that one a home; one he could come back to whenever he wanted.

We still looked at each other; I said in a soft whisper, "Go slow there's no rush and no need to prove anything. Feel your way in, let nature take over. You'll feel new sensations, new feelings, and new emotions. Have a good time my new man."

With that I let his cock free; I awaited myself to have all the things I just told Tas he was going to have. 

After all I had said, I still thought he would be the typical hooligan and ram into me. But I was surprised. I think Tas's inner self came through. As I have mentioned, we have known each other for many years and I think Tas showed his tender side towards me. Although he being Tas would not admit it. 

Like a true gentle-man Tas moved in very slowly; first his mammoth head. I had my legs so wide but still felt shut as he entered. He pushed my cunt walls apart and continued to slide that man cock into me. I closed my eyes and had my hands on his hips. He drove deeper and then he stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at him, I asked, "Okay, you okay?" 

He looked up and said, the words, which I'm sure all women want to hear, "Its tight, your pussy it's tight."

I smiled, no, I grinned and felt the most satisfied glow within and said, "I know you may think this is not right, but let me tell you, you will be oh so happy, unbelievably happy to be a man who has his cock in a pussy, in a tight pussy. To tell you the truth I'm glad it's my pussy."

He moved back in slowly; he was half in and it felt like I had a stake being driven through me. He entered further. I opened my eyes and saw that his were closed, I rubbed his hips with my hands and he opened his eyes and looked at me. 

I puckered my lips and he came down to kiss me.

I went to feel his cock, to see how much he still had to go. He had stopped and it felt like he was nearly there, he had two inches to go. I moved my hand back onto his hips and said, "Nearly there Honey, you can push further."

He looked down and said, "It's too big isn't it?" and looked back up.

I wanted to reassure him; mainly I wanted that big cock in me and fucking me to his full potential, I said, "You're big. It' definitely a big cock for a boy your size. I want you to be happy, this being your first and all. You can put in as much or as little as you want, then start fucking me."

He started to pull out, then slowly back in; before I started to thrust I wanted him to find his own pace. He slipped in and out quite nicely; I brought up one hand and touched his face, he looked at me and I asked, "Am I still too tight for you to go all the way in?"

He shut his eyes and said, "I think I've come to an end, I can feel my cock hitting something."

He must be talking about my cervix, I said, "Its fine you don't have to go further. But if you do, just hit the end and push harder, you'll squeeze through."

He kept fucking me with just the length he originally had in me, it was wonderful. 

He increased his pace and I knew he was getting use to my pussy. So I grabbed hold of his firm butt-cheeks and started to thrust my hips up to meet him. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, he then started to really pound me harder and it was even more fantastic.

I could feel every hit on my cervix, I wanted him to go in and I wanted all of his virgin cock. I pushed my hips higher and higher on every thrust; I pulled him in with my hands on every thrust. He got the message. He continued to knock on my cervix harder and harder. Then oh my fucking god he had pushed through. We both looked at each other; I was fully impaled on that giant cock. 

We both smiled and he said, "I'm in, my whole cock is in. Is it okay for you?"

I gave an even bigger smile back and said, "It feels great, you feel wonderful."

He retracted slowly and plunged in hard, knowing he could go fully in all the way. I was in a state of pure delight. My juices flowed and just three minutes in after so many years I had my first orgasm on a cock. 

It was out of this world, I was absolutely in seventh heaven. I was going to suck that boy's seed out with my cunt. 

I fucked him back just as hard as he fucked me; we were both lost in our own worlds but were held together by a raw union of pure lust and sex, and a big fucking cock.

I had lifted my legs high into the air, I had my hands on his arse, and he had his hands on the bed besides my head. We both kissed and we both fucked. Our bodies did not touch; the only connection was our tongues, lips and his big long cock which pounded my pussy.

Every time he passed through my cervix my pussy flowed to pass juices to ease the pain of that giant fuck sticks attack. I had another orgasm, "Oh fuck, oh Jesus fuck."

He was very physical; he pushed and fucked me harder and harder. It seemed to take a lot of energy for him to keep that pace up. He breathed heavily with every stroke. I encouraged him, "Fuck me, fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me hard." 

His youth and vitality shone through as he kept a fast pace for an incredibly long time. I had another orgasm. My hips flew up and we both collided in mid-air. My clit was being kept fully awaked and sent shock waves through my very being. A great fire continually burned in my body. I had gone through several waves of orgasms which I never thought this boy could give me. I was so wrong but I was so happy and was never going to stop him.

His thrusts were almost in anger; he slowed down and then stayed buried, I felt his cock grow, he blasted his seed deep into my belly. I held him close, I felt him pull out and back in, and he released another big load. I felt his cum run out when he pulled away.

On his third load I had another orgasm; I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him in as my clit sent waves of sheer bliss through me. 

I released my feelings, "Jesus fuckin' fuck, ah, ah, ahhh." 

My face must have been a sight; it went through all sorts of emotions, from my sheer delight of orgasms. My body was being sent through chemical exhilaration. My head was in a spin form having to gasp for breath and my absolute delight for Tas as he steps into a man's world.

Incredibly he still blew load after load; I felt each load shoot into me and felt his cum as it ran out and across my ass and onto the bed. I had a hold of him with my legs and arms around him like a blanket.

I was in wonder that little tiny boy, who had a giant cock and it was mine all fucking mine. 

He ground to a halt deep in me his big nob-head past my cervix. We lay still; apart from a few spasms we both had. We both panted and my heart raced. I felt his heart beat on my chest.

My legs slowly loosened their grip of him and flopped to the bed, as did my arms. He still moved his cock in and out but only an inch or so; it felt like a thick snake through the whole of my body. 

Tas had his head down by my shoulder, I raised it and wanted to look into his eyes. I kissed him softly on the lips and asked, "How was it? Did you like it?"

Although physically I knew I had it, I still wanted to hear from him, that I could still satisfy a young male's needs. 

Tas looked straight into my eyes and said, "That was fantastic, it was better than I had dreamt of. You were right, your pussy was nice and tight, I can still feel it gripping me. I never expected it to feel so great."

Those words sent another ripple through me. He was about to withdraw, I hugged him and said, "Leave it in, let it rest."

We remained attached for half an hour or so. I was in a semi sleep, when I felt a funny but pleasant sensation in my body; it was that big cock, he had started to slow fuck me and he nibbled on my nipples. 'Oh god it felt so nice.' 

It was getting late and I thought Tas would need to be at home. His mom or dad may come looking for him. He was only here for a light fitting. I said, "It's getting late, you need to be at home."

He smiled and I felt he flexed his cock in my cunt and said, "No one's home, in fact mom and dad won't be home till Sunday. They've gone into town to see a show and are staying over."

I hugged him tight and said, "I'm ringing in sick tomorrow, I hope you have the stamina to keep up with an old gal like me."

He kissed me and said, "I'm happy it was you Lou, if it's okay I'd like to fuck you again please," then sank his head into my chest.

I gently placed my hand onto his head and said, "You don't have to say please. The pleasure will be all mine." 

We fucked another couple of times that night, each time in a different position. We fucked the following day and night; I truly turned a virgin into a stud.

I still could not believe his cock never truly got fully limp while we were naked with each other. He got hard very quickly.

I taught him how to enjoy a really slow sensual fuck, as well as the pure hard frantic ones he wanted, well, I did enjoy those as well. 

After that weekend Tas knew I was never going to say no to him. I'm fairly confident I can say that Tas enjoyed fucking me. And I think he already knows I love his big cock quenching the fire in my cunt.