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Plumber

By: Ashson



I had this job of replacing old galvanised pipes at an old property. The pipes had been slowly corroding and blocking for years and the owner was finally tired of the trickle of water he got. He wanted copper pipes throughout. 

Replacing old pipes with copper is a relatively easy job. The only labour intensive bit is digging the trench from the initial stopcock to the house and a practiced plumber could do that without even raising a sweat. After that it was a case of crawling under the house and poking about inside the walls to replace all the internal pipes. Simple enough but it could be time consuming.

I'd fronted up nice and early, warned the owner he'd be without water for half the day, and got to work. Now the owner had assured me that the lack of water would not be a problem, mainly because he and his wife were going to work. It turns out he forgot to tell his daughter, Sally.

She knew I was there. No problems in that area. She just hadn't realised that there would be no water. With no school or work for that day she'd slept in and when she got up she wanted a shower. No water.

She wasn't dumb. She put 'no water' together with 'plumber' and knew I was to blame and came whining to me about needing water for a shower. I looked at her, sniffed rather obviously, and agreed that she needed a shower but the water had to stay off.

She gave me a furious look and stormed off. Ten minutes later she was back, whining that there was no water for coffee. She needed her coffee. I gave her directions to the nearest Starbucks and went on with my work.

She was back with another whining complaint a few minutes later. Why couldn't I just turn on the water for a few minutes. Ah, because it would come spurting out of this pipe I'm holding in my hand, making it hard for me to connect it.

"Just how old are you, kid?" I asked her.

Even though it was a warmish day she was wearing a sloppy tracksuit. She could have been Sally Slender or Sally Stout but the tracksuit effectively hid her from prying eyes.

"I'm not a kid and what difference does it make? I still need some water."

"Just curious," I told her. "Your face says maybe twenty, you whine like an irritating thirteen year old, and you dress like a sixteen year old who's just grown a pair and is embarrassed by them."

For some reason the observation seemed to displease her. 

"I'm eighteen," she said slowly and carefully. "I do not whine like a thirteen year old and I am not ashamed or embarrassed by my body."

"If you say so. Now run along and don't ask about the water again. It will be ready when it's ready. Stopping to talk to you is not getting the job done. I'll tell you what. Annoy me again and I'll apply a little penalty to discourage you and give me some peace."

Ever noticed how some people just can't be told. Sally was back just ten minutes later, harping on about how time was passing and I hadn't finished. I turned and gave her a nasty look.

"I warned you," I observed. With that I took a step towards her, took a hold of her tracksuit pants and jerked them down. Just the tracksuit pants, nothing else. Sally gave a startled yelp, stepped backwards to get out of my reach, found the tracksuit tangling her legs, and sat on the floor with a bump. I took the chance to pull the tracksuit pants right off and toss them to one side.

"Now run along and don't bother me."

She bounced to her feet and went flouncing out of the room, leaving the tracksuit pants lying on the floor. Very nice legs she had, too, and a nice swish to her buttocks.

"Nice legs," I called after her but she appeared to ignore me.

And that, I thought, would be that, with no more interruptions. This shows you how well I understand the female mind. 

I was lying on my back on the bathroom floor, head under the sink, connecting the new pipes to the taps. There was a nudge against my foot and Sally was saying, "Hey. How much longer? You've been at this for hours." 

To add to my irritation, when I jumped from having my foot kicked I banged my head on the bottom of the sink. I was not in a happy mood when I extracted myself and turned to speak to her. I was, however, startled to find that she hadn't bothered to find another pair of trousers or whatever to put on. Her lovely long legs were bare from the ground to where they vanished under her tracksuit top, and that top just barely covered her panties.

"What part of 'stop interrupting me' do you fail to understand?" I asked. "The work will be finished when it's finished. Not before. Give me your top."

"What?"

"Your top. Give it to me. If you have to run around in bra and panties maybe you won't be so quick to hassle me. Now give."

I held out my hand, expecting her to beat a fast retreat. Instead of that she calmly peeled off her top and dropped it over my hand, turned and sauntered out, looking quite stunning in bra and panties. I just shook my head, tossed the top onto the sink and continued working.

The bathroom was the last of the connections and it didn't take me all that long to connect the new pipes. With that done I turned on the water and went around all connections to ensure that there were no leaks. Satisfied everything was water-tight I then turned on the taps to make sure the water was flowing and that the increase in water pressure wasn't causing any problems.

Everything was working fine so I packed up my tools and sat down in the kitchen to write out the account. 

"Hey, kid," I called out. "Everything is done and you can have your shower."

"About time, too," said Sally, bustling into the kitchen, "and don't call me kid. I'm not a child."

I looked at her, standing there in bra and panties. Why the hell she hadn't bothered to put on a dress is far outside the workings of my male mind. Maybe she was showing she couldn't be intimidated. Maybe proving she wasn't embarrassed by her figure.

"You're right," I told her.

"I am? Ah, about what?"

"You're not a kid and you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about with a body like that. I'm going to enjoy seeing what you can do with it."

"Excuse me?" She sounded a little puzzled.

"Sally, you're standing in front of me in a tiny pair of panties and a bra that flaunts rather than conceals, and you damn well know how good you look. I'm quite sure you also know the affect you're having on me. Now be a good girl and take those things off."

"You have to be kidding. I'm not going to do that," she said, sounding genuinely appalled.

"You are. If you weren't intending for them to come off you'd have put on a dress or something. The reason you didn't was to see if I'd take them off you or what. The answer is what. I'm going to let you take them off and then I'll start appreciating your body."

"You've got tickets on yourself," she said scornfully. "You don't seriously think I'm going to let you touch me? You're an old man." 

"Older, not old. Are you going to take them off or not?"

"Not!"

I shrugged. So she wanted to play games. I had her arm and turned her round, fingers flicking the bra catch apart. Turning her back to face me my hands dropped to her panties and started pushing them down.

"I said I'm not taking them off," she protested.

"I heard you. That's why I'm doing it, although I can't see why you have to be so prudish about it. There's nothing wrong with the woman taking off her own clothes."

I left her panties around her ankles, confident that she'd step out of them of her own accord. Standing I brushed her bra straps off her shoulders, helping them slide down her arms. She tried to take a step back, found the panties constricting her movements and shook them loose from one foot. By that time I was tossing her bra to one side.

"You had no right to do that," she snapped at me, although I noticed she wasn't trying to cover herself up. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

I turned a chair away from the kitchen table and sat, at the same time giving her arm a tug so she finished up sitting on my lap, an arm around her waist holding her there and a hand on her knee. 

"Are you a virgin?" I asked.

"That's none of your damn business," she flared. "Let me up."

"It is my business," I contradicted. "If you're a virgin I'm going to have to toss you back as too small. If you're not a virgin I will proceed to discover the delights of your body. So, are you? I'll assume silence means that you are but too embarrassed to admit it."

Sally said a rude word. Under her breath but I still heard it.

"Alright, maybe I'm not exactly a virgin, but that doesn't mean you can do anything."

Bullshit, it didn't. I'd given her an easy out and she hadn't taken it. The hand on her knee started drifting along her leg while the hand at her waist moved up. My hand slipped over her breast, holding it, a thumb gently stroking the nipple. My other hand moved along her inside thigh, slowing due to the fact that her legs were together. A little gentle pressure and her legs drifted apart. Not far, but enough for my hand to slip higher and find the prize.

Sally was muttering and complaining but she wasn't resisting worth a damn. She squirmed about a little but by an odd coincidence each time she did so I was left in a better position to touch her. Of course, pressing her breasts and mound firmly against my hands might have been attempts to make me let go. If they were, they didn't work. 

I did release her breast, tilting her back a bit, while I started probing between her lips, dipping deeper into her body. With her tilted back her breast were prominently raised, just begging to be tasted. Not wanting to disappoint I bent my head and tasted, savouring her breasts, licking and sucking lightly on her nipples.

Sally was still making little protests every so often but they seemed to be more from shock at what was happening to her. I mean, there is a big difference between, "Don't do that," when someone gropes at you and, "Ahh, no. Don't do that," being groaned when a thumb massages you right next to your clitoris.

Sally was flushed and breathing hard, nipples erect, pussy hot and wet. As far as I was concerned she was ready for me. I was damn well ready for her. The kitchen table was, in my opinion, the perfect height. I picked Sally up and sat her on the edge of it, thighs nicely parted. 

I stood back a little so she could watch as I undid my trousers. Slipping out of them I could see her staring at me and eyeing what was on offer rather nervously. I moved closer, her eyes tracking me all the way. For this I wanted her to watch me take her, seeing my cock vanishing at the same time as she felt it moving inside her.

She gave a little gasp when the head of my cock first brushed against her lips, then she seemed to hold her breath as I pushed a little, her lips yielding to let me past. I started sliding deeper and she let out her breath with a whoosh, and started breathing more normally, even if a bit quickly. She was looking relieved and pleased and I wondered why for a moment. 

It finally clicked. Her not exactly a virgin meant just that. I suspected she'd had one previous sexual experience and it had hurt. Now she was having another and there had been no pain. She cocked her head a little to the side as though concentrating, probably trying to understand just how she felt with a cock sliding in so smoothly. Her passage was tight, but well oiled, and I was having no trouble driving along it.

I finally hit home, holding myself there, my hands resting on her hips. She took a deep breath and looked at me.

"You're actually doing it," she said, sounding slightly amazed and, at the same time, highly pleased with herself.

"We're doing it," I told her. "You are part of this. Now why don't you put your legs around me? You can use them to help pull me in."

I started moving, not in a hurry, just letting her feel me moving inside her. Her legs came up and went around my waist but only seemed to have a tentative hold on me. I kept up the nice slow movement, encouraging her to move with me.

After a few false starts she was rocking against me, legs gripping more firmly, flexing them as I drove in. Now I started building the tempo, setting up a mutually enjoyable rhythm. Sally was giving voice now, surprise and delight sounding in her tones as she made little ah sounds as I thrust into her. 

It was blatantly obvious that Sally's approval of what was happening was increasing with every stroke. She was straining hard to thrust herself against me as I drove in, wanting everything she could get. I held steady to the tempo I'd set, letting me prolong the encounter, ignoring the requests that were starting to come, asking for something more.

I fully intended to give her more, but I wanted my own pleasure to last for a while. So cock bouncing against her, hands playing with a pair of delightful breasts, I pleasured her, managing to keep her on tenterhooks, wanting that last little push.

I finally had to give that little push. She was so aroused, so passionate, that she was going to climax no matter what I did. Even withdrawing might not have stopped her. I gave her that little extra. Well, to be honest, I gave her everything I had as fast and as hard as possible, not so much easing her over the edge as picking her up and throwing her.

She climaxed silently, sitting there, shuddering, her mouth open and eyes wide, not understanding what was happening to her but letting it happen anyway. I contributed by having my own climax, adding that last little fillip to her pleasure.

She sagged forward, her head resting against my chest, totally relaxed.

"Ah, Sally," I said softly.

She still looked a little dazed as she looked at me.

"You can have your shower now. I didn't empty the hot water when I changed the pipes so it's still full of nice warm water."

"Oh, right, shower, yes," she mumbled.

I picked her up and placed her on her feet, pointed her towards the bathroom and gave her a friendly pat on the bottom. She wandered off in that direction. I went and finished packing my things in the truck. 

Another job well done and another satisfied customer. Time for my next job.

Plumber Does Some Plumbing...



Plumber Does Some Plumbing Of His Own

Paul cursed as he turned the tap for the umpteenth time in vain. Nope. No use. The water just wouldn't stop. Already the washtub was full and there was water all over the floor Did this have to happen just today when nothing was working as it is. The worst part was, there was nobody to help him out. His parents were out to visit somebody and his sister had gone on an excursion with her friends. So he was all-alone in the house to face this problem. 

Well, nothing would be resolved by standing here. He would have to call a plumber ASAP. He lifted the Yellow Pages and saw the listing under 'Plumbers'. There were sure enough of them. Now he had to search for one that lived nearby and could come as soon as possible. Well… yeah, this one looked good enough. Daniel's Plumbing Services. They promised to make it to any place within the area in less than 15 minutes. That was just what he needed. He lifted the phone and dialed the number. A raspy voice answered, "Daniel's. What can I do for you?" 

"Uh, there seems to be some problem with one of the pipes at my house. There's water all over the place. I need someone here pronto. Can you send somebody out here?"

"Yeah, sure. Just give me the address." Paul rattled off the address.

"Well, our man will be there in 10 minutes."

"Thanks."

Exactly nine minutes later, there was a ring on the doorbell. "Finally," thought Paul. He rushed to open the door. What greeted him at the door left him gasping for breath. The plumber was so tall and broad that he almost didn't fit into the doorway. Dressed in coveralls and holding a pipe wrench, he looked so sexy that Paul swallowed nervously. That was because Paul had admitted to himself long ago that he gay and that was not going to change. But in all his nineteen years he had never had an encounter with any guy. He was too timid to approach any guy. So he had dated a couple of girls casually to make up an image and that was about it. He had never come into contact with such a fine specimen before.

A voice cut into his reverie. "Are you the chap who needs the plumbing done?" What a way to word the question?

"Yeah, please do come in." Paul led him to his bathroom. "This is the damned tap. It just won't stop leaking." The plumber examined it cursorily and said, "There seems to be some problem with the washer. We will have to shut off the mains. Just run along and shut it for me, will you."

"Uh, I don't know where the mains are."

"What, you mean you don't know where to shut off the water?" The plumber looked incredulous.

"Hey, there are always a couple of servants around to do that sort of work. Today, they too are on leave." The plumber did not have to look that astounded. There were many teenagers around like him, he was sure , who did not know where the mains were.

"And judging by the size of your estate, it could be anywhere couldn't it."

Well, Paul thought, the mansion and grounds were pretty large and he had no idea even the general direction where the mains could be. He couldn't leave it like that. He had to say something intelligent.

"Well, it ought to be somewhere around the house, doesn't it. You know, just for these kind of emergencies?"

"Yes, it could be," the plumber explained patiently. "But I have seen that in such large houses, the mains could be anywhere from the basement to some far-off outhouse. You know, just to prevent something so utilitarian from spoiling the view."

"Uh, we do have an outhouse but that's quite a distance away."

"Never mind, since we are going to have to work together, let me introduce myself. I'm Jake."

"Hi, I'm Paul. What work do we have to do together?" He was game to try anything with this hunk.

"Changing the washer is just gonna take us a couple of minutes. But somebody will have to stem the flow of water form the pipe when the washer is being replaced. You are going to have to do that."

"Ok, let's do it."

"Just a minute. You'd better strip down. You are going to get fully wet. I'll have to strip too."

What? Could he have heard right? Strip in front of this guy? But when he thought about it, it made sense. No point in getting all the clothes wet. Before Paul could react, Jake had started undoing his overalls. He unabashedly pulled of the overalls and the T-shirt beneath and stood just in his jock-straps. His cock was outlined in the cotton of his jocks and judging by the outline, it was a massive one. Paul swallowed deeply. Oh boy. This was going to be one tough job. He too stripped down to his shorts. Paul was proud of his body. Regular visits to the gym had toned his body.

"Now listen carefully, I am gonna unscrew the tap. Take this cloth here and the moment I pull of the tap, press this cloth into the opening with all your might. You read me?"

"Yeah, sure."

As Jake unscrewed the tap, Paul stood behind him admiring his butt. He sure had a good one; Paul mused, nice and strong. He wanted to taste it but no point in getting bashed up.

"I'm done, come forward. Saying so, Jake moved away giving Paul no time to react. The water hit Paul full in the tummy and he was drenched in no time.

"Hey man, were you day-dreaming. I told you to move quickly."

"Gosh, I'm so sorry. What can we do now?" He was destined to make a fool of himself in front of this guy. It was karma.

"Well, don't just stand there. Help me out." Jake moved into the spray and forcibly stuffed the cloth into the opening. At once the flow abated. 

"Now come forward and hold tight."

Between them, they got the washer replaced though the both of them got all the more wet in the process. When the job was finally done, Paul realised that Jake's briefs had become semi-transparent due to the thinness of the cotton. He could faintly see the dark curls surrounding Jake's member. The organ itself was clearly silhouetted and Paul felt blood rush to his loins. As he too was under dressed, he couldn't conceal the bulge in his shorts from Jake. Jake looked down and smiled. 

"Oh, what do we have here?" He lightly cupped Paul's balls through the wet fabric and gave it a squeeze. Paul was nonplussed. With one deft move, Jake pulled Paul's shorts down and his cock now free sprang to life. In the next second, Jake too had his undies off and stood in his naked glory.

"What are you looking at boy? Come to papa." He placed one foot on the edge of the tub and held out his hand. Paul sat on the edge of the tub and leaned forward to take Jake's cock into his mouth. It almost didn't fit into his mouth, so large was it. It was velvet and iron at the same time and Paul was eager to suck on it. He grasped Jake's huge balls and started squeezing them and at the same time sucking on his cock. Jake evidently liked it as he threw his back and started purring like a lion. As Paul had never done this before, it gave him confidence. He ran his tongue along the hard ridge, giving small love-bites along the way. 

He then lifted the rod and focused his attention on the balls now, taking each one onto his mouth and massaging the cock at the same time. Jake moved his foot farther to give Paul better access. Paul spread Jake's legs as far apart as he could and tried to reach the skin between the balls and the asshole. The skin there was so soft and warm that he almost came himself then and there. He repeatedly licked on the skin and tan his hands down Jake's thighs. He was all the more aroused by the friction of his palms with the coarse hair on Jake's thighs. Jake grasped Paul's hair and pulled him back to his dick. 

"That was a bit too much. I don't want to come too soon. Do my dick again."

Obediently Paul lavished his attention on Jake's cock, lubricating it with his saliva and sucking on it with all his might. After a few seconds, just when he thought his mouth would come off, Jake's balls started contracting. Jake at once pulled Paul's away and held him a little away. At Paul's questioning look, he grinned, "I want to come on your face." This was punctuated by large spurts of thick cum which Paul obligingly smeared on his face. Well, it did have a musky smell. Paul decided to taste as h e didn't know when he would get the chance again. It didn't taste all that bad. Hmmm he could get used to this sort of thing. 

Jake then made him suck his cock clean. The last thing Paul expected was that Jake would be ready for some more sex immediately. But he was. Jake lifted a towel from the rack and dried himself. He threw the towel at Paul. Get yourself dry and come to the bed. I'm not through with you yet. 

What? He was not through with him yet. Where the hell was he going to come up with the stamina to do Jake a second time? Paul shook his head as he dried himself. Well. He sure was going to try. When he emerged from the bathroom, he would Jake sprawled on the bed with his arms tucked behind his head.

"Come on boy, I've got other things on my mind. I haven't got all day." Paul made himself comfortable between Jake's legs and started all over again. When he was halfway through, Jake sat up. "Now I want you to do my rear. Lie down on your back." When Paul was suitably positioned, Jake moved over and sat on his face. Paul could do nothing but to start tonguing Jake's asshole. He got more adventurous by the second and he started licking with great gusto. Now Jake started bouncing up and down in tune with Paul's thrusts with the result that Paul's tongue went in deeper and deeper. 

After some time, Jake got up and turned around. "I am gonna screw you now. Turn around and go down." Jake spit on his hand and lubricated Paul's hole. His own cock was still lubricated with Paul's spit. For all his strength, he entered Paul gently almost as if didn't want to hurt Paul. When he was fully in, he grasped Paul by the shoulders and said, "Are you okay?" Paul had by now gotten used to the strange fullness of Jake's cock inside of him and he said, "Yeah, go ahead."

Jake started humping Paul, slowly at first and then with force till he was ramming into Paul with the force of a bull. Paul was enjoying all of it. He raised one hand to his cock and started jacking off, wanting to cum too. They both climaxed almost at the same time, with jack's juices running out of Paul's crack. Paul turned around and started sucking Jake dry not wanting to let a single drop go waste. 

When it was all over, Paul looked up to see Jake grinning wildly. "you are one good screw." Paul blushed. "Yeah, thanks." He suddenly remembered what Jake had come for. He reached for his wallet on the nightstand. 

"How much do I owe you for the plumbing?"

"No charge, feel free to call up at any time. Just specify that you are calling. I want to come over personally." Jake left soon afterwards.

That night at the dinner table, Paul wondered where he had seen a wrench in the house. He was sure he could get the washer off by himself if he really tried...



Plumber got his Threesome Fantasy



This will be the final chapter in this series. It's an old story that I never published. I've been asked about it so thought I'd share it. 

This does bring up the situation of cheating spouses - so if this offends you, choose another story.

I plan to start a new series. I am playing with my writing abilities and want to try some different things to see what works best.

I'd been texting Ricky, the plumber, on Monday. I was bummed because we had some plans that fell through. To make it worse, he told me wasn't sure he was going to make it later this week to fix something off the clock. I tried to keep my disappointment from coming through, but I don't think I did well. Either way, I'd also text a girl he was trying to arrange a FMF with. He'd asked me a week or so ago to give her the information on how to find my stories so she could read them. 

Finally, my day takes a turn when she texts me back. She says she can take a day off this week and wanted to know what day we could meet at my place. Well, since Monday was shot, the next best date would be Wednesday. She text back a bit later and Wednesday was now scheduled with her work. I had to harass Ricky for keeping this from me. I mean what better way to cheer me up than to mention this was in process? I also asked him what service I should ask for from his scheduler and made notes for the next day to call since by the time all this was arranged it was past office hours.

So on Tuesday I schedule the service and let them both know it was arranged and what our time frame was. The day was full of texts from Ricky such as, "I can't wait to watch you eat her pussy." The texts Lindsay and I exchanged were along the lines of her coming over before Ricky would get there. I know I really wanted to meet her as she sounded really fun. We also exchanged Facebook information so we could see a quick picture of each other. I text her and told her she was gorgeous, (she is!) What's even better is Ricky never gave me much information on what she looked like, but somehow she looked exactly as I'd pictured.

Wednesday morning finally came and I took care of things and once the house was empty I text both Ricky and Lindsay to let them know. Ricky told me she was nervous and wanted me to text her. She sounded about as nervous as me, but we were both excited. I tried to keep myself busy and Ricky's job was taking forever. Lindsay ran her errands and text she was on her way. I got my outfit mostly ready, except my thigh highs since I knew they'd fall down fast. I put my black "strappy tube" dress on with my black lacy panties. I put a robe on until Ricky would arrive. I see a car pull up into my drive. She texts to let me know she is there. I text back confirming she is at the right place.

We talked and we text Ricky teasing him that we were talking about him. His job took forever! He said he'd fallen asleep waiting for parts. Well, I guess at least we had the advantage of being able to get to know each other. I think we clicked well and we found out so many different things we had in common and that our personalities really worked well together. We both knew Ricky was very meticulous and probably knew what he was doing when he chose to ask the two of us to be with him for his first FMF. We both commented we were kinda shocked we got to be a part of his "first" anything. I told her I actually found out Ricky can get a little bit jealous, which had really shocked me. We both shared how we met him and our various times together. She met him differently than me. She didn't meet him as her plumber. We also shared our current circumstances sexually and it was amazing how both our paths had led us to this moment in time.

Finally, I get the call from the service that he was on his way. It had been about 90 minutes since she had first arrived! We both went to my bedroom to change. I already had most of mine on, but I fixed it and took the robe off at this point. I also added my thigh highs and heels which were black and open. She had gone shopping so she got on a new outfit which was a black lace cover with a bright pink bra with black outlines and bright pink panties, Her high thighs attached to a garter belt and her heels were black and very high. She's a EEE, I'm a DDD. While we did see each other as we dressed, and we commented; we did not touch. We were waiting for Ricky to arrive. While we were both excited, we were both a bit nervous.

So finally Ricky knocks on the door. I let him in and of course the first thing he does is he takes a long deep breath as he looks at each of us. He'd kept telling us to get things started, but we waited. I rejoined Lindsay on the couch and there was room between us for Ricky. Lindsay patted the couch for him to sit. He sat down between us and he was like a kid in a candy store. Lindsay put her leg up onto his leg. She was showing off her really high heels. He looks at her and asks what she's been telling me because I've been texting him saying I was learning all sorts of stuff. We both started laughing. I love taunting him because I've found it gets him fast.

Just the night before I'd text him, "She is gorgeous!"

It was seconds later when the text reply back was, "You met her?"

Well, call me mean, I had to play it, so I replied, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

So he says, "Tell me now Bitch!"

Since it was close to time to go home, he'd jumped straight to this; usually we have more time to play. So I text back, "Guess you'll have to find out tomorrow."

His reply was, "If you don't tell me I'm calling in sick tomorrow!"

Damn, he's calling my bluff. So I wrote back, "Fine, no we didn't meet. We exchanged FB pages. C U tomorrow."

She explained that we were just talking about how each of us met him and how we meet up. He was "okay" with that. So he leans into Lindsay and they shared a kiss. I've never been so up close and personal with two people kissing. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just remained patient and let them enjoy their kiss. He then came up and leaned into me and we shared our kiss. Just like their kiss it was slow and long. His tongue slowly touched all around my mouth while his hands were firmly holding my head close to his. He let go and turned back to Lindsay and got down on the floor and spread her legs. He started eating her pussy.

My phone rang and it was my husband. Oh, if he could have seen what was going on in our living room, on our couch at that moment! I knew I had to answer or he'd keep calling and then he'd start asking why I didn't answer and I really didn't want him to not be able to reach me and decide to drive home. So I answered and he was really quiet. I'm not really sure why he called other than we'd had some arguments. I tried so hard to not make any sounds, but in the background Ricky was really getting into Lindsay's pussy. I'd watch and then have to look away so I didn't say anything or make any sounds. I had to get him off the phone. Finally I got him to hang up without any questions or suspicions. I walked back over to the couch and watched Ricky eating Lindsay's pussy and I touched her arm softly and then her leg. I had one hand roaming her and one roaming Ricky's back and head. She was clearly enjoying it. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter knowing what was coming soon. She threw her head back and Ricky was not slowing down. She started trying to wiggle away and moving up the couch.

Ricky came up and kissed me. I could taste Lindsay's pussy. I knew I'd be tasting it soon and I couldn't wait. This little sample told me I was going to enjoy this way too much. He then went down onto his knees and put my legs onto his shoulders. He grabbed my black lace panties and pulled them off. He threw them aside and pulled my pussy closer to his mouth. He dove in. His fingers opened my lips and his tongue licked my pussy so that it opened up. His tongue was getting closer and closer to my clit. Lindsay scoots closer and begins touching my breast. Her touch is soft and having her touching my breast while Ricky was persistently eating my pussy was sending my body into quivers quickly. Ricky came up and kissed Lindsay so now she had a taste of my pussy.

Ricky was trying to rearrange us and seeing what he was doing I told him we could go to the bedroom. Lindsay agreed we needed more room so off to the bedroom, my bed we went. Ricky told Lindsay to lay down with her head at the end of the bed and me to get on top of her in a 69 position. She lay down and I climbed on top. I situated myself so I could read her pussy with my tongue and then let her guide my pussy to her mouth. I began to slowly lick her pussy and used my fingers to open the lips up a little. I had no idea what I was doing so I tried different things. Since I was face down I'd start at the top and slowly lick downwards. I'd try to trace the same line back up. Then I'd concentrate on her clit and go side to side. Then I'd go back to licking up and down. 

Lindsay was going between eating my pussy and sucking Ricky's cock. Her tongue was soft and gentle. Then she would take her tongue to my clit and it would send my body's signals up a notch and then she would go back to the licking that was soft and gentle, but my body didn't calm back down. It was a consistent rise in intensity. At one point I thought to myself, when I do cum, it's gonna be huge with all this build up!

Ricky then came down to my end of the bed. Since Lindsay had her head all the way at the end of the bed, he was able to have enough room to get up onto the bed. He came down to where I was and looked me right in the eyes. "It's beautiful isn't it?" he asked. Not wanting to stop, I uttered quickly between licks, "Yep!" He started to finger her and was watching me eating her pussy. "You're a good little slut aren't you?" I smiled and shook my head. He re situated himself so that his cock was right in front of her pussy. 

"Suck me slut, "Ricky said holding his cock out. He kept fingering Lindsay and I licked around the head of his cock and then took it into my mouth. Then he said, "Watch this!" and he put his cock into her pussy and he brought it all the way out and I licked it. He put it back in and when he pulled it back out, I licked it again. I started focusing on her clit while he slowly went in and out. I thought I'd try something and started going between the two of them. So while he was deep inside her, I'd run my tongue along her clit. When he pulled out I'd run my tongue along his cock. Then when he'd push back in, I'd take my tongue back to her clit. Then he'd pull even the head out of her pussy and I'd lick around the head of his cock.

Ricky then pulled me up into a kiss thrusting his tongue all around my mouth. He told Lindsay, "Suck me". She knelt down and sucked him for just a couple minutes because Ricky was ready to cum. "She really knows how to suck a cock, she can make me cum really fast!"

Ricky looks at me and says, "She hasn't cum yet, right?" looking at me. I nodded. "So let me eat her." He goes to the side of the bed and tells me to scoot to the edge. He puts my legs up and opens them up. He buries his head in my pussy and he's licking and flicking my clit. Lindsay scoots closer to me and we kiss. Her kiss is soft and gentle and our tongues swirl with so many flavors. She then starts to softly rub my breasts. Ricky is intense with my pussy and starts fingering me. I am building hard and fast. I keep trying to relax. I think it's a curse to be so difficult to get off but then again, it does have its advantages too! Ricky puts a finger into my ass and I feel myself reaching the top. Lindsay whispers, "You're almost there" and continues rubbing and softly sucks my nipple. I had been building this entire time without cumming and the release was so powerful! I shook and quivered. Ricky continued licking until the waves subsided. 

Ricky then opened up my legs all the way and thrust into my pussy. He came out and thrust in again. He built rapidly and began fucking faster and faster. His head fell back and he stood there. I contracted my pussy muscles holding on as much as I could. He then went to Lindsay and got her to the edge of the bed and thrust his cock into her. He fucked her pussy starting hard and slow then going faster and faster. It didn't take long before his head went back again and he came again. His legs were shaking. 

"Damn! Fuck!" Ricky was exclaiming. "I didn't make it through my plan!" We were all laughing. We started getting dressed and picking up. Ricky looks and Lindsay and me and says, "Are you going to stay in contact?" We looked at each other and both said, "Yes!" Lindsay then added, "And we might even get together without you!"



Plumber Plunge



What a way to start a Monday morning! Seems it wasn't meant for me to have a nice day home alone to enjoy the peace and quiet. All I wanted to do was stay home...take a nice hot bath...and read a good book with a hot cup of cappuccino. Not the case today...I suppose I will have to call the plumber since the tub is clogged.

I began thumbing through the yellow pages. So many plumbers...I just hope I can find one that is able to show up on such short notice. After three calls...still no one. My last call...surely this guy can come out...I'm sure it won't take long. Finally...someone answers...a man with a deep sexy voice answers the phone. I explain to him what the problem is...he tells me yes before I can even finish. Hmm...he was quite eager. Guess he is in need of business.

I take a quick shower in the spare bathroom. As I sort through my panties...I decide to put on a yellow silk thong...I'm in a sexy sort of mood today. As I glance in the mirror...I notice that the yellow really shows my tan...and the thong accentuates my round plump ass. I throw on a pair of short gray cotton shorts and a little white cotton tank top...I decide to leave my bra off. Maybe I'll have some fun afterall...I can tease the plumber at least.

With the hair dryer on...I barely hear the ring of the door bell. I hustle around and straighten up the counter where I had been fixing my make-up. Finally...after adding a touch of pink to my already pouty lips I head for the door. 

I peer through the peep hole to make sure it is him...I smile to myself...he was quite a handsome man. As I open the door...his back is towards me as he is heading back to his truck. When he turns around I smile and apologize for the hesitancy of opening the door. I can feel the cool breeze come in through the door and my nipples harden. I am sure he has noticed. He smiles as I invite him inside. Hmm...this might be an adventure...

I lead him back through my bedroom and into the bathroom. He has his case of tools in his hand. I show him the tub and as he gets down in the floor on his knees I have a chance to check him out without him noticing. Nice ass...I think to myself.

He turns around and interrupts my thoughts as he tells me to look closer at the drain. As I bend down to look at what has clogged my tub...I notice him glancing at the sight of my full round breasts almost busting out of the top of my tank. If I bent over any more...I know they would spill right out of my shirt!

As he cleans the drain for me I lean back against the sink and watch. It didn't take long before he was done. I was a little disappointed that it didn't take longer. Oh well...I can fantasize about him later while I masturbate.

As I write him a check...he gathers his tools and waits for me to finish. When I reach him the check...our fingers brush...our eyes meet...and he smiles...says thank you...and leaves his card. As I close the door I flip the card with my fingers...I'll be calling him again.

I gather my book...my glasses...and my cappuccino. I begin reading and the story that unfolds on the pages before me has made me moist. Before I can even finish Chapter 3...I slide my shorts off and slip out of my panties. The darkened wet spot on the crotch of my panties proves to me what I already know. 

I lay back against the sofa and prop my legs up on the wooden coffee table. As I spread my legs...I slide one hand down to massage my clit...my other hand pinching the stiffened nipple that protrudes through my flimsy tank. As I toy with my clit...the wetness grows and I can hear the smacking sounds of my finger rubbing my clit and grazing the sides of my swollen lips...I am imagining the plumber being down on his knees between my legs lapping up my juices as I pleasure myself. God...his tongue would feel good licking the insides of my thighs...slowly...teasing me...I can feel the goose bumps form on my arms and legs as I continue to fantasize about him...

As I am about to come...I quickly slide my finger inside of me and pretend it is the plumbers' cock fucking me...I can feel the tightness begin...then release...as I orgasm with my juices flowing freely onto my hand and dripping down onto the cushion beneath me...

My legs are unsteady as I stand up and dress myself. I make a mental note to call the plumber back here again...soon...

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Over the course of the next couple of weeks I find myself thinking of that plumber quite often...imagining how good his lips would feel lingering against mine...his tongue darting in and out...

My need to see the plumber again overcame my nervousness and I strode to the kitchen to retrieve his business card. I stared at the card...trying to get up the nerve to dial. I held my breath and punched in the number...after two rings...I hear that familiar sexy voice as I had heard once before. I told him who I was...and asked if he had time to stop by. Without any more explanation from me as to why I requested his presence...he agreed to arrive in around 30 minutes.

As I clumsily hung up the phone...my mind started wondering as to what I was going to wear. I took a quick hot shower and shaved my legs...along with my pubic area. There's just something about being shaved down there that makes me feel even more sexy...not to mention it looks so much more inviting.

I hurriedly dried my freshly cleaned body and applied a lightly scented body lotion that added a soft and sensual aroma to my skin. I carefully applied a silver toned shadow to my eyelids...this accentuated the deep brown of my eyes...a hint of blush to give me a "glow"...and a touch of deep mahogany to my full pouty lips. I carefully picked out a silver and burgundy silk sheath to wear that emphasized my every curve. Finally...I decided on wearing my naturally curly dark brown hair piled on top of my head with little wavy strands framing my face. 

As I made my way to the living room I heard a vehicle in the drive. With butterflies in my stomach...I hastily went to the door and as he pressed the door bell...I opened it with a smile. He returned the smile and I invited him in. We stood there in the entry way for what seemed like several minutes. As our eyes met...he came closer to me and took me into his strong arms and gave me a tight squeeze...almost on instinct my head tilted up towards his and our lips met...

My mind was racing...not to mention my heart...of all the times I had thought about this moment...I never imagined the very touch of his lips to mine would arouse such a desire in me...

As our mouths lingered...our hands began to wonder...I ran my hands up and down his muscled arms...over his broad shoulders...up his neck...down his back...and finally let them rest on his nice firm ass. He pulled me into him...my breasts crushing against his chest. Our tongues entwined...exploring...his hands were moving down to tweak my hardened nipples...slightly pulling...enticing them to become even more pronounced through the flimsy satin...As he slid his strong hand down my side...he slightly tugged at the tie keeping my sheath together...I allowed it to slide open and slip carelessly off my shoulders and land onto the floor. I was now standing completely nude in front of a man I hardly knew... 

As if in a trance...I took his hand and led him back to my king size bed. As he began unbuttoning his shirt I sprawled down onto the big bed where I could take in the full view of his body as he undressed. When every stitch of clothing was removed...he climbed onto the bed and hovered over my body. His musky smell tickled my nostrils...I couldn't inhale enough of it. He placed his hands on each side of my face and brought my lips to his...his tongue began to delve in and out of my mouth...enticing all of my senses...I began to feel the moisture increase between my legs...his strong hands began to roam inquisitively over my taut body. He removed his mouth from mine and made his way down to my breasts...grasping one in his hand...devouring the other one with his mouth...my nipples protruding out in stiffened peaks...he kneaded my breasts with his hands causing me to gasp with excitement...

His tongue began a slow tease down my tummy till he reached the core of my womanhood...he caressed my thighs and began to plant soft kisses all around my shaven mound...tracing the outside of my lips with the the tip of his tongue...as he parted my lips with the tips of his fingers...my flowering bud was in full view...he began to lightly suck and slurp on it making me squirm with delight...as he ravished my clit he slipped his hand down to feel the wetness that had begun to drip down onto my inner thighs...He buried his face into me inhaling the sweet aroma that surrounded him...

We rolled over together and the full length of my body rested on his...we kissed passionately until I broke away and made my way down to his hairy chest...I began to suck and tease his nipples...first the left one...and then the right...I carefully moved down to his stiffened cock...I had not been able to take in the full view of his erect penis until now...I was beginning to wonder if I could take it all...

I placed one hand at the very base...and easily placed my other hand above it...the purple-like tip was still protruding up as I gripped his manhood with both hands...I placed my tongue to the tip and began a slow circling dance around it...I removed one hand and began to stroke it slowly at first...grasping his balls in my other hand...massaging the cum-filled tightness till he began to squirm...I inhaled as much of his monstrous cock that I could without choking...I could feel him pulsating in my mouth...He placed his hands on each side of my head and began to pump in and out of my mouth...his balls slapping up against my chin...

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered.

The look on my face must have relayed to him what I was thinking.

"I promise to be gentle. I won't hurt you."

He rose up and laid me gently down onto the bed. He hovered over me and as I spread my legs for him he slowly put the tip just at my entrance...very carefully he urged forward and slid the tip just inside...I was feeling like a virgin all over again...I felt a small stabbing pain but I encouraged him to go on...as he plunged timidly into me he smothered my mouth with his as a slight groan escaped from between my lips...

He laid still until my body adjusted to his size...as he felt my inner walls relax he began a slow and easy pumping...as the pain subsided the pleasure began to overtake me...I grabbed onto his hips and spread my legs for him wider to reassure him that I craved more...

As he continued to graze my g-spot with each thrust my legs began to stiffen and I could feel the orgasm beginning to erupt...my eyes staring into his...my back arched and I came with such intensity that tears began to fall from my eyes and I moaned as each continuing wave shook my whole being. "OH...MY...GOD," I screamed. As my body hesitantly ceased convulsing...he lowered his face to mine and kissed the joyful tears away from my damp face...

"Are you okay?"

I was almost speechless. I had never had such a powerful orgasm.

"Yes," I stammered. My voice was slightly quivering as were my legs.

As he saw that I had recovered from my climax...he eagerly began to pump into me again...this time for his own release. I could feel the muscles in his ass contract underneath my trembling hands with each steady stroke. As he got closer his breathing became more labored.

"Come for me," I whispered.

His body stiffened and he began to grunt...his seed exploded inside of me with each contraction of his body...beads of sweat slipped from his forehead onto my breasts...

We held each other there in that position for several minutes...as his cock softened he slipped slowly from within me...He showered me with kisses and massaged my back as I rolled over onto my side. He nuzzled into my neck and wrapped his strong arms around my waist...we lay like that for several minutes.

Hesitantly...we both got up and dressed...I walked him to the door...as he stepped outside he turned and looked at me and smiled an impish grin...l wasn't sure...but I thought he was confirming that we would have one another again...soon...

Slowly I made my way back to the bedroom...I climbed onto the bed where he and I had been only minutes before...I could still feel the warmth of his body on the rumpled sheets...I laid there and drifted slowly off to sleep dreaming of our next encounter...



Plumbers



"Tracy!" My mum shouted up the stairs. 

"Yes mum," I replied as I laid on my bed watching TV. 

"You will be in later won't you? Remember, I told you the plumbers are coming round to do some work." 

"Yeh I remember, I'll be in." It wasn't like I had anything else to do. I was 18 and fresh out of school with no job to go to. I live at home with my mum and dad and helped out around the house when I could, generally doing the housework whilst they were at work. And by the looks of things, today was going to be no different, however, there would be a couple of plumbers in the house installing a new boiler. 

I jumped in the shower before they came and there was going to be no hot water for me to have a shower later. I gave my legs a going over with the razor whilst in there, and also my pussy. I loved the feeling of having a completely clean shaven pussy, in a strange way it made me feel naughty. 

I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around my slim body and walked along the landing to my bedroom at the front of the house. I pulled the curtains together a little bit and dropped my towel to the floor. My wet blonde hair dripping down my back as I went over to my wardrobe, the drips rolling down the small of my back and onto my peachy, pert bum. The cool air on my skin causing goose bumps and stiffening my nipples on my 34DD's. I was quite proud of my body and enjoyed showing it off when I could. 

I stood naked in front of the mirror on my wardrobe door and blow dried my hair, I tied it back in a loose ponytail and picked out my favourite pink "forbidden" thong and wriggled into it, pulling the string sides up high. I had a matching plunge bra which I put on and then dug out my short denim shorts and pulled them up my silky smooth legs. I grabbed my moisturiser and squirted some on my hands and began rubbing it into my legs, I'm only 5ft6in so my legs aren't the longest. 

I put on a white vest top which was nearly too small, but I managed to squeeze it over my big boobs, it almost made them look bigger being squeezed into a top too small. My top didn't quite reach the waistband of my denim shorts, leaving my pink thong string in clear view. 

Happy with the look and hoping the plumbers would appreciate it too, I headed downstairs, just as I got to the bottom of the stairs the doorbell rang. I headed towards the door and could see two figures in the frosted glass of the door. I opened the door and standing in front of me were two very tall black guys. 

"Good morning miss." The older guy said, "I'm Bernard and this is my son Leroy, we're your local, friendly plumbers." He said with an easy smile which extended to his eyes. Both men were easily over 6ft tall, Bernard looked to be in his late forties and had a sprinkling of grey hair dotted throughout his short afro giving him a somewhat distinguished look. He was clean shaven and was wearing a grey polo shirt with his company logo on over his left breast, his top was relatively tight across his broad chest and his biceps bulged as he held his plumbers bag by the straps in one hand. His top was tucked into a pair of blue combat trousers. 

"Please come in." I said and began walking along the wooden hallway, my feet quiet on the floor compared to the noise of their boots. I gave an extra wiggle to my bum as they followed, hoping they were looking. Once in the kitchen where the boiler was, I turned and leant against the work top, my hands either side of me resting on the top behind me, stretching my already tight top even tighter. "Can I get you guys anything?" I asked with an innocent look on my face. 

Both of them openly looked me up and down. "I'd say." Leroy said and gave me a wink. Leroy was very much like his dad in build and physique. He had the same top tucked into the same combat trousers, his hair was shaved short and there was something magnetic about his eyes, he had a short and neatly kept goatee. A dark tattoo was emerging from under the sleeve of his right bicep. 

"I'd love a drink of orange or something similar please," Bernard said. Dropping his bag and looking at the boiler. 

I grabbed them both an orange juice and put the glasses down in front of them. 

"Can you show us where the hot water tank is please?" Bernard asked. 

"Sure, follow me please." I said and turned on my heal. They both followed, Leroy first and then Bernard. Again, I over played the wiggle in my walk as I bounced my way upstairs, turning slightly when I got to the top to come back along the landing towards the front of the house and noticing Leroy's eyes were fixated on my bum. I smiled to myself. 

"It's right here." I said opening the airing cupboard door which was opposite my bedroom door. 

"Lovely thank you." Bernard said looking inside, "Leroy, you start up here with draining the system and I'll start downstairs. Leroy nodded and went downstairs to grab his bag. 

"If you need anything else, please just shout I'll be in my room." I shouted down the stairs to them. 

A few minutes later Leroy come back up with his tool bag and a long length of hose. I left the door open to my room and at first watched from my bed as Leroy started attaching hoses to pipes. I got up off my bed and went and leant against my door frame, the frame splitting my boobs. I stood watching him as he leant into the cupboard, fumbling around the back of the hot water tank. I was checking out his form and I liked what I could see from behind him. "My, that's a long hose you've got there!" I said playfully. 

"Oh this?" He said holding up the end of a piece of hose and looking over his shoulder at me, "this is nothing. I've got a longer length tucked away that I'm hoping to use later." An eyebrow raised in my direction. 

I smiled back, "Oh really, now that is something I'd love to see and get my hands on." I said backing into my room, my eyes never leaving his. I sat on the edge of my bed and crossed my arms and grabbed a corner of my vest top and then pulled it off over my head so I was sitting in my bra on my bed. His eyes went wide and he backed out the airing cupboard and headed into my room. He gently pushed the door up behind him and took a couple of giant steps towards me. His crotch was suddenly level with my face and I was certain I could see the outline of his "hose" bulging in his combat trousers. 

I reached up and unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down to around his ankles. There was a massive bulge in his dark blue CK boxer shorts. Now it was time for my eyes to go wide. I licked my lips in anticipation and slowly pulled down his boxers. A small, short tuft of black, curly hair coming into view at the start of his long, thick shaft. It just seemed to go on forever, his big balls coming into view before suddenly his cock sprung up into view, bouncing off my chin. I giggled as I looked up at him and then down at this beast of a black cock. It was nearly as long as my arm, the head of it swollen and permanently on view. 

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra and dropped it to the floor, he reached down and squeezed my boobs with each hand. I thrust my chest up for him. "They're pretty sweet too." He said rolling a nipple between forefinger and thumb. 

I took his cock in my hand and gently wanked it before guiding it down into my open and willing mouth. I started sucking on it eagerly, I loved sucking cock and one this big was a rarity and I was going to enjoy it. My hand following my mouth up and down and around his shaft, my tongue swirling around it. Taking his cock out of my mouth and licking down his long black shaft to his balls. Lifting his cock up I started sucking on his balls, one at a time, taking them in my mouth, licking them, cupping them with my other hand. 

I licked back up his glistening cock and took his cock in my mouth again and really began to bob my head back and forth along his shaft. Leroy put a hand on my head and began to thrust gently in and out of my mouth. I tilted my head back and looked up at him and smiled, his cock still deep in my mouth. My spit gathering all along his shaft and balls, he took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed his cock and my spit all over my face before he pushed it back in my mouth. I started sucking eagerly and hard on his cock, my hands twisting around his shaft as my tongue and lips swirled around his swollen helmet. Spit dripping down onto my boobs, he reached down and rubbed the spit in, making my boobs shine with my spit. 

The twisting and of my hands on his shaft and the swirling of my lips on his helmet was obviously doing the trick. I looked up, his head was tilted back slightly, his mouth open and his eyes closed. I then felt a twitch and my mouth instantly filled with his hot, creamy spunk. He pulled his cock out my mouth as I swallowed, he jerked his cock his cum spurting out and onto face, landing on my nose and up my face. I opened my mouth and he kept cumming, two spurts entering my mouth, another landing on my cheek, a load hitting my chin and then my neck and down onto my boobs. 

He was looking down at me with a smile on his face, his cum rolling down my face, dripping from my chin and cheek onto my big boobs. I rubbed it in and took hold of his cock and used it to scoop the cum from my face and feed it into my mouth, sucking on it, tasting and enjoying his cum. "Best you get on with some work." I said to him with one final suck and lick of his cock. 

He looked down at me a little shocked. "Come on now, "I said, "You've got a job to do." I gave him a wink and smile and playfully pushed him back. "Maybe we'll check out your "hose" again later if it needs emptying." I was absolutely gagging for his cock to be deep inside me, but I had to maintain some control and power over him, although by the feel of my pussy I'd only just managed to do that, 

He smiled at that and pulled up his boxers and combats and stuffed his cock back inside and backed away from me. "I'll definitely be getting my hose out again later." He turned and left my bedroom, leaving my door open as I sat topless on my bed.  

I picked up my bra and vest top and headed quickly along the landing to the bathroom, my tits bouncing as I went. I cleaned myself up quickly with cold water before putting my bra and top back on and heading downstairs. 

"Hey Bernard, how are you getting on?" I asked as I went into the kitchen. 

"Good thanks, so far it's going better than first anticipated." He replied looking back over at me and then down to my boobs and back up to my eyes. 

The cold water and my heightened level of sexual energy had made my nipples stiff and they were clearly on view. I looked down at them and then back at him and raised my eyebrows to him. "See something you like the look of?" I asked. 

"Sorry, I... I didn't mean... I" 

"Please, don't apologise. Would you like a better look?" I asked but I didn't give him time to answer. I quickly repeated the same move I'd done 10 minutes earlier on his son and dropped my top to the floor and reached behind and unclasped my bra and dropped this to the floor. "Do you like?" I asked as I grabbed my own boobs and gave them a squeeze, pinching my hard nipples as I took steps towards him until my boobs were pushed up against him. 

"Tracy, I...I shouldn't..." He started. 

My hand dropped down to his crotch and felt a stirring in his trousers. "I think something wants to?" I took his hand and lifted it to my boobs and rested it on top. My hand around his as I stepped back and moved it down the front of them and squeezed his hand around my big boobs. My other hand still on his growing cock, gently squeezing it through the material. I left his hand on my boobs and he kept squeezing them and looked down at me, my other hand dropped down to the buttons and started undoing them. He didn't stop me. I undid the buttons and his trousers fell to the floor. His other hand came up to my boobs and began squeezing and pinching my nipple as well. 

His cock was curling round in his tight white boxers, by the feel of things big cocks ran in the family. My hand went down the front of his boxers and felt the warmth of his fleshy cock, I clasped onto it, and again he didn't stop me. 

"Ah! What the hell." He said and leant back against the worktop as I dropped to my knees taking his boxer shorts with me. His big black cock level with my mouth and yet again, WOW! It was another big black cock of pleasure, his curled up and left slightly. I took it in one hand and began sucking on it eagerly, looking up at him as I did. He smiled back down at me. His cock popping in and out of my mouth, I then licked down his long shaft and back up and took his cock in my mouth again. My hand on his balls, fondling them, gently caressing them. Bernard grabbed my blonde hair in one hand and held it up out the way as he looked and watched as I sucked eagerly and enjoyably on his cock. My pussy was absolutely soaking, I could feel the wet material against my skin, this time I wasn't going to control myself, I was going to let Bernard take me. I wanted to enjoy him inside me. 

I stood up and stepped back from him slightly and undid the button on my small denim shorts and dropped them to the floor. I stood there in my pink "forbidden" thong and turned so my back was to him, I looked over my shoulder at him as I hooked the lace sides with my thumbs and started to pull my thong down. As I reached lower and lower I bent over, he took his cock in one hand and gave it a few long wanks as he watched. I stepped out of my thong as he stepped out of his trousers and with his cock in hand he approached me. 

I moved and with my back to him and reached forward and placed my hands on the work top and lifted a leg up and placed it on the work top. My pussy and arse at the mercy of him. Bernard stepped closer and placed a hand on my bum and guided his cock towards my pussy. I felt it nudge my open lips and then I felt it slowly enter. My heart was nearly leaping out of my chest, I held my breath and bit my lip as slowly but surely his cock eased deeper and deeper inside my soaking wet and willing pussy. 

He put his hands on my hips and slowly eased his cock out to the tip and then all the way back in and then out, this time when he pushed in deep I came on his cock. My pussy pulsing and trying to grip and milk his pussy, I kept cumming. I wanted to scream out loud so bad. My eyes screwed shut as I covered my mouth with a hand, my back arching, every muscle in my body pulsing. Finally I stopped writhing on his cock, I looked back at Bernard, a massive smile on his face, he winked at me and then began to fuck me hard and fast. I'm sure the slapping of my bum against his thighs could be heard upstairs but I was beyond the point of caring. 

He was fucking me well but I needed a quick moment to gather myself. I pulled away from him and turned, dropping to my knees I took his sticky cock in my mouth. My white cum creating a white tide mark at the base of his cock. I licked it all off eagerly, tasting myself all on his cock. 

I stood up and pulled him with me by his cock towards the side again and sat up on it and spread my legs wide for him. My hand on his cock I guided it towards my wet and open pussy. He plunged straight in this time, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead onto me as he leant forward. He grabbed and squeezed and boob and hooked a leg with his other hand as he began to fuck me again. 

Another orgasm was rapidly marching its way through my body, this time it looked like he would join me. I put a hand on his side and held him towards me, he got faster and faster, our breathing getting faster and faster together. My blonde hair all over my face as I threw my head back, he put a hand over my mouth again as I began to shake and shudder on his cock again as another orgasm ripped through my body, my pulsing pussy milking his cock and this time he came hard, his cock throbbing and unloading deep inside my white pussy, he kept thrusting and cumming deep inside me. Finally we stopped and rested his cock still deep in me and slowly relaxing. 

"Oh wow." Is all I could manage to say. Which was more than him. He exhaled and pulled away from me, some of his cum leaking out of me and onto the kitchen worktop. I slid off the side and used my finger to scoop up the cum and drop it into my mouth. 

"That's naughty." Bernard finally said as he began putting his trousers back on. 

"I try to be." I replied and picked up my clothes, I wiggled back into my thong and shorts before putting my top back on, the smell of sex filling the room. I opened the back door from the kitchen to the garden to let some air in and realised it was getting hot outside. 

"Best I have a little clear up and then get some sunbathing in." I said to him and with the smell of his cum filling my nostrils I left him getting back to work. 

Upstairs, Leroy, had emptied the hot water tank and was slowly removing it from its position. I smiled at him and went into my room and left the door open. "What's your number then Leroy?" I asked. "I was thinking maybe I'll drop you a text later and you can pop round?" 

We exchanged numbers and he got back to work as I did some tidying around the house before finally getting a little sunbathing done in the garden. 

It was late afternoon by the time Bernard and Leroy had finished for the day, apparently they had another two days' work ahead of them! "Oh well." I thought to myself, "looks like I've got some entertainment for the next couple of days. 

I started cooking dinner and it was ready just as mum and dad got home. As we sat around the dinner table they asked me how the plumbers were, I played it as cool as I could but I'm sure mum could tell there was something up with me as I spoke about them. 

Later that evening as I relaxed on my bed in my dressing gown after a shallow bath of water which had been warmed up on the hob as we still had no hot water. Mum came into my room. Me and mum had a brilliant relationship, she was a redhead version of me. Absolutely gorgeous for a lady of 46. She put up with a lot of crap from dad at times, he enjoyed a drink and at times it would get out of hand. He'd never be violent or abusive to either of us but mum was more often than not on the receiving end of his short answers and demands. But she stuck by him, but if it wasn't for me I'm not sure she'd still be with him. 

Mum came and laid next to me on my bed "So, the plumbers were ok were they?" She asked. 

"Yeh they were cool, very pleasant and amicable. You'd love them." I replied looking at her and locking onto her eyes. Hoping she got my meaning. 

"Just be careful." She said after a moment. We carried on chit chatting until dad's voice boomed up the stairs. 

"Don't go, pretend you didn't hear him." I said 

"You know I can't do that." And with that she got up, leant over and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and left the room, closing the door after her. 

I text Leroy and told him to come round to mine at about 11 and I'll let him in, his agreeable response was almost immediate. 

"Right then," I said to myself "time to impress him." And with that I started dolling myself up. My nails, hair and face was going to get the full works, and then I was going to dress to impress. 

The black thong I choose was lacy and skimpy, two thin straps connecting a very small triangle of thin material at the front which had a small red bow on it, the cup of the material going between my legs just about covered the lips of my pussy before the strap went up between my bum cheeks and connected with the two straps coming around the side and over my hips. I picked out a pair of stockings and rolled them up each leg, they had a small red lace tie at the top of the back of each leg. I tied these up and checked the seams were straight up the back of my leg. 




Plumber's Helper



I looked up suddenly, hearing the bathroom door open. I realized that I wasn't alone after all. The sudden embarrassment of walking into an occupied house hit me. Even if they were expecting me to fix their shower I still should have announced myself, or at least waited for someone to let me in. She couldn't see me yet as I had drawn the shower curtain to keep the dust in. I saw her lock the door and I was about to make some noise to let her know I was there when she pulled her shirt off in one fluid motion.

I thought it would embarrass her at this point, to be caught by a stranger only half dressed, so I kept silent. She hadn't even glanced my way so she had no idea I was sitting here as she undid her pants and slid them to the floor as well. Her long hair draped down her body, giving her a very sexy aura combined with an innocent modesty. She was running her hands over her body now, squeezing what must obviously have been all of her own sensitive spots (who would know them better than her after all?). I watched enrapt as her hands enfolded her breasts, gently squeezing them as she rubbed her fingertips on the fabric where her nipples lay hidden. A soft moan escaped her lips as she arched her back slightly, raising her chest to meet this caress.

I felt paralyzed, unable to move at the sight of this woman giving herself such obvious pleasure. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her reach down inside her panties and start to run her hands around her hips, squeezing her own buttocks. Slowly she worked them back to the front, one on each leg, stroking her inner thighs, as her pussy seemed to push forward, vying for their attention. I could hear her whispering faintly as she did this - talking of an absent lover whom she was fervently imagining to be present. She was encouraging him, this lover. Directing him to her pleasure centers and rising up as though to meet him as her hands moved into those areas.

Gracefully she lifted both of her legs as her hands slid down them, smoothly removing her panties; affording me a very nice view of her. I'm sure at this point that my jaw must have been hanging open, unable to believe my incredible good fortune in watching this sexy lady. She tossed her panties aside then reached up and slid her bra off as well. Her body was very nice, boasting ample curves and smooth skin. One nipple seemed to be sticking out while the other was hiding. As I watched her continue to pleasure herself she cupped one breast under her hand and lifted it. To my surprise and delight she was able to wrap her mouth around her own nipple and was sucking it and tonguing it in a way that seemed to heighten her excitement (and mine!).

As her breathing and sucking increased I glanced downwards again to see her hand caressing between her legs, her fingers pinching and teasing her lips. With a slow steady motion her hips rose to meet them and she emitted a loud moan as they plunged deep inside her. Slowly she worked them in and out as her thumb teased her clitoris on each stroke, breathing heavily now and sighing as she hit those spots she liked best.

Suddenly, her eyes flicked open and locked onto mine. I was busted, and could immediately feel my face flush. Instead of jumping up and screaming though she just smiled and with her free hand motioned me to come to her.

Not needing any encouragement at all on that front I slid the shower curtains aside and walked up to her. Wasting no time at all she unzipped my pants and pushed my underwear down to my ankles. The hand that had been caressing her breast now was cupping my balls and she engulfed me into her mouth. It didn't take long to grow to full size though but she continued to use her mouth and tongue on me, matching her rhythm to the stroking of her fingers. I took her breasts in my hands. Their silky smoothness contrasted with the roughness of my hands but I did my best to play with her nipples in the same way she had been pleasuring herself.

Judging by her reaction I had been doing a good job, as soon her attention strayed down between her legs once more, both hands now getting into the act. Her mouth was warm and wet, and the sensation of her tongue running all over me was incredible. I could hardly believe I wanted her this badly after only seeing her for a few minutes. My hands moved to her long, beautiful hair and my fingers ran through it. It was so soft and silky I couldn't resist running my hands through all of it, from top to bottom. I felt the velvety strands slip through my fingers, tickling the soft spots between them and draping across her breasts. The way her hair followed the curves of her body aroused me further.

Dropping slowly to my knees, still with her soft hair between my fingers, my hands ran down her body. The smooth texture of her skin combined with the silky feeling of her hair made her body feel as soft as a cloud. My lips followed my hands downward, tracing out the path that they had followed - down her neck, across her shoulders, to her chest. As I felt her hard nipple between my lips my tongue came out for a taste too. I circled her areola, enjoying the entire breast, pausing briefly to suck on her nipple the way she was doing herself. She seemed to like this very much as this caused her to throw her head back and her chest rose up to meet my eager mouth. I moved back and forth between her two nipples, savoring both.

My hands then circled back up to take over on her breasts as my tongue dropped down her body, through her belly button and between her legs. I briefly tasted her wetness, which made me want her all the more. Running my tongue all around her waiting flesh I explored the texture of her lips, taking delight in the heady combination of the smooth skin in my mouth and the delicious taste of her arousal. My tongue flicked all around the outside, teasing her. Her moaning had become louder now as her hips rolled forward to push me in harder, then retreated to let me lightly caress her clitoris. Her fingers had slipped back down in between her lips, slowly moving in and out as I licked her. I ran my tongue across her fingers as she did this, lightly tickling her fingers and palm.

I knew what I was going to do next and I wondered briefly if it was a wise idea. Too late - my passion had overwhelmed my reason as I lifted her up to me, grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers out and replaced them with my own hardness. Holding her in the air as I thrust into her I felt her tighten on me and she let out a cry. Our lips entwined as I held her rear and pulled myself deep inside her. Her lips tasted sweet, and our tongues explored each other's mouths as I thrust harder and harder. Our two bodies seemed to merge in a blur of passion.

I took her breast in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, feeling her impending orgasm. Louder and louder her cries of passion were now, growing with each thrust. I could feel her clamp down hard on me as she threw her head back and with a guttural animal shriek came in my arms. That put me over the edge as well and I felt myself cumming while still deep inside of her. I continued pulling myself deep inside her as I felt her orgasm crash over her in waves. Her short sharp cries in my ears matched the rhythm of our bodies joining, occasionally rising as a new orgasm peaked. It felt so good that I continued on, well past my endurance limit until my strength finally gave in and I had to lower her back down.

She put her clothes on then, reached up and placed a long wet kiss on me, and silently left the room. After a few minutes my senses came back to me, I quickly finished the work I had been doing and left without seeing her. When I received the bill payment in the mail next week there was a handwritten note scribbled at the bottom that simply said, "Thanks; I needed that."



Plumber's Helper



I set my toolbox down on the Rogers' bathroom floor. 

"Before you unclog that nasty shower drain," Stella Rogers said, "why don't you come meet my daughter Becky? We're so proud of her—she just made the final cut for next year's cheerleading squad at San Jose State!" 

Following Mrs. Rogers down a long, narrow hallway to her daughter's bedroom didn't seem all that unusual. After all, when you're working on people's plumbing it becomes an intimate thing. I mean, your hands get right up in everybody's business. Or at least where they do their business. 

Plus, one of the perks of the job is trailing smoking-hot moms like Mrs. Rogers around the house while they point out which faucet needs a washer, which pipe is leaking, that sort of thing. 

So I was more than happy to follow Stella—that's what she told me to call her—around like an obedient puppy while I let my eyes feast on her hip-cocking bottom, which was covered in the sheerest, most butt-hugging pair of black leggings I'd ever seen. God bless the United States of Leggings! 

We paused in front of her daughter's bedroom door, which had a bumper sticker slapped on it that read: Caution! Cheerleader in heat! Inside I could hear muffled groans and something that sounded like a large animal huffing and puffing. Strawberry incense wafted up from under the door. 

"Is your daughter sick?" I asked Stella. "I wouldn't want to disturb her." I could feel the heat radiate off of her ass through my Ben Davis work pants. 

"Oh, no," Stella said. "She's probably just playing with her dad. He said he might come home for an early lunch in celebration of Becky's achievement." 

Playing? What sort of father plays in his grown daughter's bedroom with the doors closed? 

Stella cracked the door open and put a finger to my lips. "Shhh. We're just in time." 

I felt my legs go wobbly when I peered inside the room. At the same time my ears were assaulted by the cries of two people fucking with wild abandon. 

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Fuck your filthy teenaged cheerleading daughter, Daddy! Oh my God, your cock is making me scream!" 

I had to steady myself against the wall. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was I lost in the middle of one of my wet dreams? I looked again. Holy shit, it was all too real. A middle-aged man dressed in business attire had his slacks pulled down and he was hammering his hips against the blushing butt flesh of a pert young blond. The blond had her legs thrown back over her head and her ruby-red fingernails dug into the man's flanks. Her father's flanks! 

"You're so wet, honey bunny," the man said, his drool dripping onto her smallish tits. "You make Daddy so hard that his cock aches. It dreams of plunging into your teeny-tiny asshole. I hope you haven't eaten lunch yet, because papa's got a little appetizer for you." 

"Yummy, Dad. Talk dirty to me some more." 

Stella cuffed me on the shoulder. "Aren't they just adorable together? And isn't that the cutest cheerleader's outfit ever? Of course, it would look different if she was wearing her jersey and matching panties." 

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling light-headed and feverish. But I couldn't look away. And worse, my own cock was as hard as a pipe wrench—and pipe wrenches are always looking for some nut to crack. 

"Watch, now," Stella said. She had eased the door open to give us an unobstructed view. Then she nudged me inside, and I was immediately hit by the smell of incense, musky-wet intercourse, bubble gum, and stale after shave. "Bob's going to make our baby come." 

As Becky writhed beneath him, her father suddenly withdrew his cock from her dripping cunny and reached for something furry-looking on a bedside shelf. 

"Hey," he said, noticing us for the first time. "Looks like we have company, honey bunny. Who's the stud, Stel?" 

"This is Sam the plumber, dear. He's here to clean out some pipes, if you catch my drift." 

Becky's father winked at me and gave me a thumbs-up. "I'll bet he is. That's one thing we boys are pretty good at, right Sammy?" 

"Da-dee!" Becky said, looking exasperated. "Why did you stop balling me? I was almost there." She squirmed seductively. Her short, pleated skirt was blown up over her hips. 

Then something about her father's cock grabbed her attention. It was a fat, veiny thing wearing a helmet that looked like the business end of a toilet plunger. 

"Ooh, Daddy, that is so hot. Your thingy is, like, all sticky with ooze. Is that pre-cum? Are you secretly in love with me, Dad?" 

Her father knelt beside her with the furry thing in his hand. "You know I am, sugar," he said. "What other father would nail his butt-naked daughter to her bed, then finish her off with her BFF?" 

Becky shrieked with delight. "Teddy! Oh fuck, Daddy. Fuck yes! Rub my pussy raw with that motherfucker! Oh! Oh! So good! Now my clit, now my clit, now my clit. Mmmm, shit! Don't stop, Daddy! You're making your little whore cum! I'm fucking cummming!!" 

Stella whispered in my ear. "Teddy is her favorite stuffed animal. It's a koala, see? The thing probably needs a good laundering, she's come on it so many times." 

Her breath was hot on my face. She found my hand and guided it to her ass, wedging it inside that luscious ass crack. "Umm. Oh, yeah. Right there, Sam." 

Then she turned her attention back to her husband and her daughter. "Now here's where it gets good," she said. 

"That's my girl," her father said, grinning like a lecherous pervert in a dirty book store. "You came for Daddy. I love you I love you I love you. Now take your father's penis in those slender fingers of yours and give me a hand job that I can dream about while I'm at the office. I'm going to feed you such a load of Daddy's goo that it will spoil your appetite for dinner." 

Becky had a sleepy, dreamy, sexy look on her face. I could see now that she was barely legal and cute as a cupcake. A cupcake that could use a squiggle of frosting. 

"Where's Teddy, Daddy?" she asked. "He's not finished, is he? 'Cause I'm sure as hell not." 

"Not to worry, jelly roll. Teddy's right here, and he says that he's still plenty hungry. And do you know what he's hungry for, sweet pea?" 

"My pink, succulent, teenaged pussy, Daddy?" 

"That's right, my little trollop. Now hold still while I fuck your fist. Oh, yeah, that's hot. Now open up your lady parts for Daddy. Use your fingers. Let me see pink. Oh shit, that's nice. That's very good. What's that, Teddy? You say you want a piece of that shit?" 

Becky's father started rubbing the stuffed toy around and around and up and down her swollen vulva. He seemed to know exactly what technique to use to blow her hatch covers off. 

"Ohhh Fuuckkk! Oh Jesus fucking Christ! Yes! Yes! Shit! Put it inside me, Daddy! Stuff that fucking animal up inside my womb!" 

"You mean you want Teddy to bury his cute button nose in your va-jay-jay? Such a bad girl." 

"Yes Daddy. Please! No, wait. I've just had a better idea." 

"What is it, my flower? God damn, you give such good hand." 

"Daddy, I need to be fucked. Please fuck me. I want to feel your Daddy cock back inside me. Only this time don't pull out. This time, I want you to keep pounding my pussy until your cum spills out of me. Make me preggers, Daddy. I want to have your kid!" 

"My goodness, sweetheart," her father said, still grooving his cock between his daughter's smooth-skinned fingers. "When did you become so promiscuous? I suppose your parents are partly to blame, being so permissive and all. But wanting to have my baby? Even Daddy finds that a little too sick and twisted. Mother, what do you say?" 

Becky looked imploringly at her mother. By then Stella had backed her fleshy caboose up against the iron rod in my pants and was teasing it like a pole dancer with her ass-crack leggings. 

"Mother, do something!" she demanded. "Tell Daddy to make a baby with me. It's been so long since I've felt his cum splash around inside my pussy. Tell him to knock me up. I can still do the splits, even with a baby bump." 

"Well, now you're just being childish, Rebecca Ann," Stella said. "We practice incest in this family, not inbreeding." 

Becky started to protest, but suddenly her father growled like a wounded animal. "It's too late anyway, princess," he grunted. "Oh geez, oh God, oh fuck—here I come! I'm... I'm... ARGHHH! Shit! Fuck! Man oh man that's good! All over your tits. Ugh! Here comes some more. Open your mouth. Drink it up, slut. Fuck!" 

Stella swooned and fell back against me, so I caught her around the waist and held on. "God, that was so, so hot, wasn't it Samuel?" she said. "My baby and my hubby can fuck like champions." She rested her head against my chest and gently massaged my cock. "I know that it's wrong. I know that it's terribly immoral. But I just love watching the two of them together." 

She turned and pressed her tits against me while she traced her tongue around my lips. "Could you tell that I came?" she asked me. "I couldn't help myself, not with your tube steak pressing inside my crack. Does all this shock you, Sam? Does it absolutely blow your mind that I left a wet spot on your trousers while I watched my husband fuck our eighteen-year-old's brains out?" 

"I should go," I stammered, my head reeling from all that I'd just witnessed. Mr. Rogers was wiping himself off with Becky's panties. Becky was touching herself, mewling softly, fixing me with a "fuck me" look that was breaking my will. "My boss is going to wonder..." 

"Fuck your boss," Stella said. "I'll give him a call and tell him you're running late. I'll explain that the job is way more complicated than pulling a plug of girl hair from a shower drain." She laughed, squeezing my balls. "I'll tell him that there's a whole shitload of pipes that could use a good reaming." 

Becky's father squeezed past us on his way out, his shirttail untucked, his businessman's haircut an oily mess. He blew a kiss to Becky, who was sulking prettily on the bed with Teddy clamped firmly between her thighs. 

"Oh, poo," she said, obviously disappointed that her Dad hadn't left her "with child." 

"C'mon now, honey," he said to her. "You're the best fuck a father ever had. And major props for winning a spot on next year's cheerleading squad. Maybe you could bring over some of your teammates sometime?" 

Then he slipped a hand inside Stella's leggings and squeezed her perfect ass. "Be good, my love. But then, you always are, aren't you? I'll see you guys back here around eight. That will still give us plenty of time for a spirited game of naked Twister." 

Before leaving he slapped me good-naturedly on the shoulder and winked. "Take good care of my women, Sam. You're the man of the house now." 

When Mr. Rogers had left I asked Stella if I could sit down. My mind was overloaded with too many scurrilous sights and sounds, and the heady smell of raw, nasty sex that permeated the room was making me weak in the knees. Holy Christ, the things I'd seen would be fueling my jack-off sessions for months to come. 

"Nope," she said. "You can meditate on your own time. Until you leave this house you're working for me, okay? So, number one, take off all of your clothes, and I mean every last stitch. Let me see those pecs. Show me those washboard abs. And for the love of God, let me see your south-of-the-border pocket rocket. Becky, help the man." 

"Mother!" 

Becky pretended to be put out, but I could see a lusty gleam return to her post-pubescent eyes, and I got a good look at her hairless vulva as she rolled off the bed. 

"Now I know that your cock is already near to bursting, Sam," Stella said. "But what we're going to show you will make you even harder. It's going to test you. It's going to damn near break you. But the thing is, I don't want you to come. Not yet." 

"Mummy just loves man juice," Becky said. "Almost as much as I do. Don't tell anyone," she giggled, "but we've got cumsicles in our freezer." 

Oh my lord. The way she was purring like a wanton sex kitten—how was I supposed to keep from busting my nut, especially when the little cockteaser was fumbling with my zipper? 

Stella knelt alongside her nubile daughter and helped her pull my pants down to my ankles. My boxers were next, and they both laughed when my cock sprang free and slapped against my belly. 

"Ooh look, Mommy," Becky said. "The plumber's wee-wee is bigger than Daddy's. Fuck, I'll bet his balls are just boiling with baby-making sperm." She traced a slender finger around my nut sac and sighed. "Bet Sam could make me pregnant," she said, giving me a coquettish smile. "Right, Mom?" 

At first Stella didn't respond. She was too busy giving my body the once-over while she excited her nipples and muttered obscenities to herself. "Whew!" she finally said. "That is one Baywatch body you've got there, Sam. I could come just looking at it." 

Then she turned her attention to Becky. "And as for you, young lady. Honey, I know that you're just sick with longing to have another cock fill you up and get that whole sperm-and-egg thing in motion. But you're only eighteen, sweetheart. That's way too young to pop out a rug rat. Why don't we just have fun like we always do?" 

Becky leaned back and let her mother lick at her firm little nipples. "Where would I be without your wisdom to guide me, Mommy? I love you so much. Kiss me." 

I stood on quivering legs looking down the plane of my belly as Stella and her daughter embraced and brought their mouths together in a very wet, sloppy-tongued exchange of fluids. 

"Oh, baby doll," Stella sighed. "You make Mommy so hot when you kiss like that." 

The incestuous act had me so worked up that I quickly forgot about the next two house calls I was supposed to make. Instead, I felt like I'd been given free admission to an erotic funhouse where every taboo fantasy I've ever had was on the menu. 

I kicked off my grungy work boots and shucked my pants from my ankles. I took off my Apex Plumbing work shirt. Then Becky wiggled her fit cheerleader's body across the room, brought back a desk chair, and wedged it behind my knees. Stella pushed me down into it, the wooden seat cold on my ass. 

I shivered thinking about what other sexual deviancy they could show me that would make my cock harder than it already was. 

"Normally I'd ask you to masturbate for us, Sam," Stella said. "There's nothing we enjoy more than watching a hard bodied male play with his stiffy until it shoots all over the place. Yum. But I can see that Mr. Happy can't take much more stimulation right now. So just sit back and enjoy." 

Stella and Becky quickly stripped the wet, nasty sheets from the bed, then climbed up onto the bare mattress. They kissed again, then Becky helped her mother out of her long-sleeved cotton blouse. Stella had ripe, pendulous tits and very large nipples, as mothers often do. But they were definitely all-day suckers, and they caused my cock to twitch just from looking at them. 

"I know you've been obsessed with my ass since I let you in the door, Sam," Stella said. "Well here's your chance to really check it out." 

She got on her back, drew her legs up, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings. She teasingly worked them down over her generous hips and curvy glutes, keeping her legs raised so that I could see her lubricated slit and the tasty brown cookie of her asshole. 

"I feel so sexy when I'm naked," she said. "How about you, Beck?" 

"I could go naked all the time," Becky answered. "That's how I practice my cheers, you know. God, I wish Daddy was here. It's been so long since we've had a foursome." 

"My, you're quite the fuck doll, aren't you?" Stella said. "But since your father isn't here, why don't we show Sam our butts instead? And that thing we like to do." 

"Oh Mother, you're terrible!" 

Stella and Becky turned their backs to me, then got on all fours, the sexy swell of their haunches and the spread of their ass cheeks driving me right to the edge. I bit my tongue. I dug my nails into my thighs. A spontaneous orgasm was definitely a possibility, but damned if I was going to miss this show. 

"So, Sam," Stella said. "Which of our asses would you say is the most fuckable?" 

"Oh Mom," Becky said. "Not everything is a competition. I'm sure Mr. Handyman doesn't care which hole his tool drills into, do you lover?" 

I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse concentrate in the head of my cock. 

"Look at us, Sam," Stella said. "Look how we're posed like filthy sluts just dying to get inseminated. Inseminated with your dirty spermies. How does that grab you?" 

What they did next had me putting my cock in a finger clamp. First they sucked on each other's index fingers until both digits were coated with a thick, stringy mess of saliva. Then they reached across to find each other's assholes and slowly wormed those fingers inside each other's puckered sphincters. 

God damn. Who would ever believe it? Becky's girly bedroom, with its frilly pink drapes and boy band posters, was now a hothouse of raw, unspeakable decadence, and I couldn't keep my hands from going into jack-off mode. 

"Fuck," I groaned. "Oh, fuck. Now that's sick. That's... That's..." 

"Deliciously naughty, don't you think?" Stella said. 

"Look Sam," Becky said, spreading her knees so that I could see her two fuck holes in all their naked glory. "Mommy's got her finger in my asshole. You like that, don't you? Shit, it feels so good sliding in and out like that. Try two fingers, Mom. Make my asshole big enough for the plumber's ginormous cock." 

"Is that something you'd be interested in, Sam?" Stella asked me. "Cramming your big eight inches into my daughter's dirty hole while I watch? Does Sammy want to play in our mother/daughter orgy?" 

I stroked my cock faster. God only knows how I'd been able to hold back this long. 

"Mom," Becky said with some urgency. "You just have to let Sam fuck us now. We've given the poor boy a terrible case of blue balls. Plus, ever since Daddy's left I've been positively dripping." 

"And a good, stiff corn holing is just what the doctor ordered, isn't it?" 

"Yes, Mother. And you know how cuckoo I am for guys' goo-goo, especially when I take it up the ass. Gosh, I've gone through so many pairs of cheerleader's panties just because I love to let my creampie leak out when I'm performing. Two, four, six, eight, I think we should masturbate! Yayy!" 

Stella laughed. "Shameless spermaholic. But I have to agree. Having my asshole stretched is fun, and it will get me all loosened up for your father's tongue tonight. That man does love to dine on my large intestine." 

I looked at my watch. Shit! I'd been in the Rogers' house for nearly three hours! My ass was canned. I'd be pounding the pavement tomorrow looking for work. But there were other things that needed pounding in the meantime. 

"Well?" Stella said impatiently. "You do like anal, don't you Sam?" 

"Don't rush him, Mom. Deciding which of us to fuck first must be a difficult thing. Should he start with my unspoiled, vibrantly pink and healthy asshole, or your more mature but in many ways more beautiful and experienced one? Decisions, decisions." 

"Sam?" Stella said. 

"Sam?" Becky repeated. 

I rose from the chair, weeping cock in hand, and heard the bedsprings groan when I joined Stella and Becky. 

"Who cares where I start?" I said, feeling like I really was the man of the house. "I'm going to plow me some new ground, and when I'm finished you're both going to feel like you've been reamed out by a plumber's snake." 

Stella and Becky sighed with gratitude, then planted their faces on fluffy pillows and arched their asses. 




Plumber's Helper



"Fuck us, Sam," Stella said. "Let your cock plummet the depths of our bowels." 

"Yes, Sam," Becky cooed. "Violate our pretty poop chutes." 

I loved the taut, young flesh that Becky was presenting me, but the image of Stella's leggings-clad ass was still fixed in my mind, and that was reason enough to start with her first. 

"Hey, baby," I said to Becky. "Spit on my cock." 

"With pleasure, sir," she said, twisting her cute profile around to drop a sloppy ribbon of drool on my shaft. 

"Now you," I told Stella. 

"How dare you?" she said in mock disgust. Then she hawked up a gob of warm spit that I mixed with Becky's and slathered the bastardized lube on my cock and balls. 

I raised up on my haunches so that I could fuck the two like a stallion. God, it was going to be so good. My cock was swollen, aching, rock-hard and oozing. I guided the head of it to Stella's narrow aperture, then slipped it easily into her anal opening. It was like pushing a finger through soft butter. 

Stella responded like the suburban fuck whore she was. "Ohhh. Oh shit, Sam. You're going to ruin my rectum, you nasty boy. Go easy. Yes, like that. Mmm, Stella likes. Stella likes very much! Now push your cock all the way inside me until it bottoms out. Make it hurt. Make my asshole bleed on your cock." 

"Bottoms out," Becky laughed. "You're so funny, Mom." 

"Cum in my asshole," Stella panted. "Then let me taste it. Oh Sam, you fuck so fucking good!" 

Becky watched me fuck her mother with a look of deviant fascination. I had to remember to thank her father for getting her so sexed-up, because now she was fingering herself anally, getting her ass ready for my sexual assault. 

"How does it feel, Mommy?" she said. "Is it as thick and gnarly as Daddy's? Oh, it looks so yummy the way his balls are spanking your ass. Can I have some too, Sam? Pleeeze?" 

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Stella moaned with every thrust of my cock. I saw her reach between her legs to finger the aroused little bud at the top of her slit. I always enjoy a woman who isn't shy about getting some for herself. 

Becky slapped her hip up against Stella's. "Please, Sam," she pleaded. "I need cock. I want to wear your cum to my choreography practice this afternoon." 

She was very persuasive. I pulled my cock from Stella's enlarged, slippery hole. My heart was racing a mile a minute. "Okay, you foxy little skank," I said. "You want it, you got it. I'm going to tear you a new one. And you might as well forget about cheerleader practice for the next few days. You might not even be able to sit down." 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Becky squealed. "Pop your prick out of Mommy's hole and put it inside mine. Deep inside mine. I just love getting butt-fucked. It makes me feel so dirty. Oh, shit—you're so big! I feel so full of cock! Oh my God, fuck me. Fuck my barely legal anal cavity." 

I did. I fucked her hard, fast, and deep, my cock riding on the mucousy lube of her colon. Then I pulled out just so I could watch her gaping asshole close up until it was no bigger than a peephole. Now that was fucking amazing. 

I took turns with the women, pulling my cock out of one, pushing it into the other, fucking them in a rhythmically lascivious fashion. Stella' cunt was dripping like a slow-leaking faucet. Becky, deliriously horny, had grabbed a pretty yellow candle from the night stand and worked it into her wet pussy. Me, I was sweating like a pig, and the mattress was becoming a swampy mess. 

"Who wants my cum?" I snarled. "Somebody better volunteer, 'cause I'm going to blow!" 

Stella was damn near exhausted from all the fucking. She's already come two or three times already. But she was in it for the marathon, not the sprint. She wanted more cock in whatever way she could get it. 

"When's the last time we did ass-to-mouth, honey?" she asked her daughter. 

"It was just last week, Mommy," Becky said. Her thighs were red from all my pounding. She'd shoved the candle so far up inside her cunt that all you could see was the wick. "With Daddy, remember? We sucked him off after he sodomized our buttholes. Then he made us eat his cum with a teaspoon. Daddy is such an animal." 

"Of course I remember," Stella said, shivering as another orgasm rocked her. Her mommy nipples were engorged, and for a second I had the urge to ask her to nurse her daughter. "I just wanted Sam to hear it from my sweet, innocent, cock-hungry daughter." 

That was the trigger. It was too much of a good thing, and I couldn't take anymore. Like some guy in a movie once said, a man's got to know his limitations, and I'd found mine. A primal groan escaped my lips. I don't remember which ass got the last taste of my dick, I only remember pulling free and stroking my cock like a sex-starved nature boy. 

"I'm coming!" I said, but I was so choked up with lust that my words came out in a whisper. Then, as the orgasm rose through my whole body, I started shouting. "Fucking hell! I'm fucking going to come! Oh Jesus, oh man! Yeah yeah yeah—YEEAAHHH!! Oh God! Taste my gravy, you incestuous sluts!" 

Stella and Becky pivoted like pornographic acrobats, turning their faces up to meet the mushroomy, seeping tip of my dick. 

"Share and share alike, right Mommy?" Becky said, opening her mouth and draping her tongue down her girlish chin. 

"Naturally," Stella said. "It's a family affair. What's mine is yours." 

I spewed. Oh Christ, did I spew. Wave after wave of hot, syrupy spunk erupted from the slit in my cock and flooded the women's tongues. I sprinkled the remnants onto their faces, making sure to squeeze off a few spurts into their hair, too. 

Totally spent, I crawled off the bed and fell back in the chair. Stella and Becky's cum-drenched faces were beaming; they were clearly delighted by the volume of semen I'd gifted them. 

And they were determined to return the favor. While I hurriedly put my clothes back on, thinking I might be able to salvage my job with some bullshit excuse, Stella said the magic words to Becky: Kiss me. 

And before I could even make it to the bedroom door my cock was already ballooning as I watched the two engage in a little cum-swapping action with their eager tongues. Then, for good measure, they showed me their sperm-filled mouths before swallowing every ounce of my spend. 

I staggered back down the hallway and grabbed up my tools. I checked my cell phone. Shit! Seven messages and four texts, all of them probably laced with expletives. My days as Sammy the plumber were over. 

Then I turned and saw Stella, still naked, leaning seductively against the wall. 

"Rushing off so soon?" she said. "Too bad, because Becky and I were just talking about playing a little three-way Twister." 

Then Becky entered the hallway and stood behind her mother. She lifted a tanned and lovely leg until she could grab an ankle, then raised her foot high over her head like one of those sexy ice dancers. 

"We always manage to get ourselves into some very compromising positions with Twister," she said. 

"But it's all just good, clean, naked fun," Stella said. 

Well, as it turned out, Mr. Rogers was called away for business, so I ended up spending the night at the house. Becky and Stella even made me dinner. Afterwards, we bathed and shaved each other from head to toe. Then, while a girl-on-girl DVD played in the background, Stella laid out the rubbery mat with the multi-colored circles on it, and we Twisted the night away. 

And yes, we did get into some very compromising positions. 

End



Plumber's New Toy: The Beginning



I always get nervous when I have to make a service call for something in my home. I'm not very trusting of people in general and the thought of letting a strange man into my home especially if my husband isn't home; is something I avoid. I like to stick to the same companies and the same servicemen. This way I know who to expect especially in those times my husband can't be home with me. I guess this particular serviceman must have gotten past my guard because I began looking forward to his calls. Despite the bill incurred, his visits always made for a fun day.

This particular day we had a water emergency so I had to make last minute arrangements with the company. They said they would send my rep out in the afternoon. I went about my day keeping my phone close by waiting for my 30 minute window. I was about to head home when the call came through so I wrapped up and headed home. Because of the suddenness of the situation, and the day, my husband wasn't home. Again, I didn't think twice about it.

You arrived at the house and I had to tease you for having to come back to my house since it'd only been a couple weeks since you had been here. My husband had teased me after your last visit "That plumber would love to fuck you. He's good looking. You should go for it." I laughed it off. My husband likes to flirt and while I won't say I haven't, but sex hasn't been on my mind. Mostly my husband was giving me a hard time and possibly trying to get me to flirt a little so I'd be more understanding of him. However, I could never imagine doing so.

I'll admit it, you are good looking. I love that you are a little taller than me and dark hair but the real kick is a smile that just spells trouble. Your fun personality where you can laugh and joke around has always had me looking forward to your visits. I never really thought much into flirting or hooking up with anyone as I don't consider myself to be someone that catches a guy's eyes. I've never been skinny as a toothpick, and I have picked up some weight over years that I'm trying to lose. I've always been very self-conscious, especially about my body. I've hit my late 30's and have dark hair that I like to keep red, dark eyes and my weight keeps going to my breasts which have grown to a 36DDD yet again.

When you asked me, "Is it OK if I flirt with you?" your question caught me off guard for sure. It didn't seem like a big deal, I guess add in that I'm naive. I know you tried to warn me your flirting is personal, but I mean, what's the harm right? I'm sure my curiosity overrode my typical sensibility.

It started with a game of 20 questions the sex edition while you did your work. You asked me tons of questions ranging from "show me your breasts to how many guys I've had sex with, to what positions. I could answer the questions without much hesitation except showing my breasts. The hardest part was me asking you questions. It took some time but I did ask some questions back. Near the end of our time alone I did a partial show where I lifted my shirt. You asked about a kiss, but not thinking, I hesitated. That cost me in a way I never imagined -- waiting! I've learned the first rule of this new adventure; don't wait because the price is the torture of time. You did lightly feel me up and I tell you I wasn't resisting. I just had to make sure I could live with my choices.

While you were there that day my husband had asked me to see how much another job would cost and go ahead and have you do it because we were in a bind. Not only did you agree, but you gave me your number. I wondered where this would go next.

So a couple days later we spent the day texting and it was getting steamy. Only a tiny part of me wondered what I was getting into. The rest of me was already diving in the lake. Time began passing so incredibly slowly. Finally we arranged a time for you to start the latest job and the countdown was on.

You arrived and went straight to work. While it was awesome to watch you work, I was dying to have your arms squeeze around me and give me that kiss you'd offered before. I wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by another man knowing we were both married. Heck, I wondered what it would feel like to be kissed as it had been a long time for me. At one point you asked me if I'd found those thigh highs and heels yet. I went around the corner to find them. I knew I should have gotten them ready but at least I did know where they were.

I put on the thigh highs, heels and a dress I found quickly since it would be senseless to put my shirt and jeans back on with these. I was well rewarded when I saw your reaction. Then you pulled me close and kissed me. The passion of the kiss while you played with my tongue and lip just make me melt. Then you move to my neck and kiss it softly. All the while, I'm melting more and more. At this point you can ask almost anything of me. I feel pretty and appreciated for the first time in a long time. You remembered so much from the "20 Questions" and completely used the answers against me, but I was not about to complain.

Finally you take another break from work and you join me on the couch. I start with a light massage with lotion. While our kissing really helped me lose some of my self-consciousness, it was still there a bit. As I'd said before, I've always been more on the submissive side of things. After a bit you take the lead back over.

Your hands begin to roam and our lips meet again. My body craves the attention. Questions and doubts no longer exist. Your soft touch and intense kissing is like a downpour in a desert. My body soaks up the sensations and my mind relishes in being the center of attention. You remember my previous hesitation and the gentleness you show as you ensure that I am truly okay with each next step we take.

You continue to roam my body starting with my neck and thighs. My mind was so incredibly overwhelmed with sensation that as you played with the high thighs (wow, now I see why you like them) and then to my panties. Then when you moved the panties I felt my body relax and enjoy the attention your tongue began giving me. This has never been a comfortable position for me before. You continue to make sure I'm OK with this and I'm no longer thinking about not being OK with it. Then the fleeting thought happens and I remind you that it's not necessary for you to lick my pussy, but you assure me you want to so I lay back and let my body enjoy the flood of sensations that it has never felt. Not only am I on the submissive side, but also on the side of helping others, not allowing the focus to ever be on my pleasure so I am on a whole new playing field. You find my clit and begin teasing it then taking hold of it. I have never felt this before and am not sure what to expect. The sensation is so incredibly powerful that I have to remember to breathe. I'm not sure how to handle the intensity. My mind cannot handle it and therefore never allows my body to relax to release.

This is when you decide to change focus. You come back up and engage me in more passionate kissing. You begin teasing me with your hard cock. You make sure I am okay and all I can think about is I want you inside me. I assure you that I am all in. Then I realize how large you are. You are so gentle, you let me open up and take you in. You hold gently and slowly my pussy just swallows you up. Once you are inside me you begin to move in and out. You fill me up so far inside that I can feel you pressing on something that I've never felt before. The pressure feels so good. I find myself having to remember to breathe and I wince, but it isn't because of pain, just the intense pressure and that you are touching areas that have never been touched. You continue going in and out and then you reach down and start playing with my clit again. The sensation is so overwhelming I begin feeling my brain swirl. Then I feel a gush and you have cum. I can't let the feeling stop so I continue the motion. I'm building quickly as there is something about a guy cumming inside me that puts me on a fast track. I can literally feel my pussy grabbing your cock and squeezing it. Then it hits me. I feel a powerful, intense orgasm wash over me. As my body begins to relax, you grab hold of me and you fill me up with your cum again.

How I wish we could just lay right there and not moved. However, you did come over to do some work and had to get home. So we pull ourselves up and you finish as much of the job as you can for the night. Since you had to change something, the good news is you'll be back in a few days.



Plumber's Perks



I am a plumber, aged 38, who manages to make a decent living on repairs and small-scale installation jobs. Despite the commonly held view that there are a lot of sexual perks in my jobs with the female customers that we come in to contact with I can honestly say this has never been the case for me, until last week!! I was due to replace a cloakroom sink and toilet for a Mrs Jackson and had set aside 2 days for the job (more than ample). When I arrived on the first day Mrs Jackson was just leaving for work (she was married but her husband worked away from home all week) and said she wouldn't be home until at least 6 o'clock. However she gave me her mobile number in case of emergencies and said that her 18 year old daughter was going to be in the house all day.

I started work and about 10 o'clock heard a girls voice ask if I wanted a cup of tea or coffee. I popped my head out of the cloakroom and saw the daughter for the first time. Anna may have only been 18 but she was a stunner. Only short but with a nice "slim but curvy" figure she had long, wavy dark hair and was very pretty. She was wearing a very short flared skirt showing off her tanned legs and t-shirt which showed she had a nicely rounded pair of tits. I told her a cup of coffee would be nice and she went away to make it. When she brought it back we chatted for a couple of minutes and she said that she would be in all day and that a couple of her friends would be also coming round later. If I wanted anything I just had to ask. She said this with a cheeky smile which I was not sure how to take and then she walked back up the stairs to her room. As the cloakroom was under the stairs I could not help but follow her with my eyes as she went up. I am sure she knew I was watching but did not seem to mind – I certainly didn't mind because as soon as she was halfway up I could see right up her skirt which did little to hide the fact that she was only wearing a g-string underneath and she had the most gorgeous sexy bum!!

I got back to work, although I found it hard to concentrate as hard as before, and about an hour later I heard the doorbell ring. Anna came down to let in her friends, Helen and Grace. Both of her friends were equally pretty as Anna – Helen was taller and slimmer but also had long dark hair whilst Grace had very long blond hair and looked like a "Page 3 Girl" both in shape and the way she dressed!! Anna introduced me and explained why I was there and then they all went upstairs to Anna's room – giving me a view of 3 bottoms covered only by very short skirts and g-strings. Over the next couple of hours the girls seemed to find lots of excuses for going up and down the stairs and every time I was there to enjoy the view. 

Just after lunch all 3 girls came down, whispering and giggling to each other, and Anna came up to me. She said that she knew that I had been watching them walk up the stairs and that I must have had a nice view. She then said that the 3 girls wanted to know which of them had the sexiest bum!!! I was shocked that I had been caught out and tried to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about. She laughed and said that they weren't that stupid but if it helped they would give me a reminder. Having said that the girls all turned around and lifted their skirts above their waists giving me a fantastic view of 3 young, firm and very sexy bottoms. They dropped their skirts and turned around and Anna again asked which was the sexiest – I truthfully said that all 3 were equally sexy and Helen looking straight at my straining cock said that I certainly seemed to have enjoyed the sight.

Anna then said that the girls had been talking and wanted to play some "games" with me, but if I refused she would tell her mum that I had made improper advances to the 3 girls. I was caught but on reflection a couple of hours with the girls would not affect me finishing the job on time and could be fun. I therefore agreed and the girls told me we were all going up to Anna's room. When we were in the room Grace said that they were going to take it in turns to instruct me to do something – and to start with she was telling me that I had to kiss each of the girls for 2 minutes starting with her. This was very nice and despite their youth they certainly knew how to kiss. As I was kissing Helen she took hold of my hands and placed them on her bottom so I had the added enjoyment of feeling her firm bum cheeks while our tongues explored each other.

Anna then said that they wanted to watch as I took off my clothes. I started to protest but they said I had no choice and as the 3 of them sat on the bed I was forced to take off all my clothes. I stood in front of them, totally naked, with my hard cock standing erect in front of me and the girls said that it was much more impressive than any of the boys they had seen. The girls then stood up, reached under their skirts and took off their thongs – but not letting me see anything that their underwear had been covering. They then said that I had to spend another 2 minutes on each of them – this time kissing their pussies under their skirts. Well this did not sound like too much of a hardship and I started with Anna who had a hardly any hair covering her sweet and very moist pussy. As I started to tongue her she started to moan and my experienced tongue soon had her knees buckling. My hands were holding her bum cheeks and she leant her weight into my face as she started to come on my mouth. She sat back on the bed, her legs wide apart so that I could see the pink slit gaping wide open. 

As I turned to the other 2 girls I saw that they had stripped naked and were standing side by side waiting for me. This was a fantastic sight, their young taut bodies looking very sexy, and I knelt in front of them alternating between licking and fingering their pussies until they both came within a short space of time. Anna, who had been watching this, said that it was now my turn to enjoy some attention and all 3 girls knelt in front of me. They then stroked, licked and sucked my cock and balls. It was an amazing feeling having 6 hands, 3 mouths and 3 tongues pleasuring me at the same time and before long I could feel my orgasm building up and then when I came it seemed like gallons of spunk splashed in their faces, on their hair and down onto their tits. I sat down on the floor and as I recovered I watched as the girls licked my spunk of each other, seeming to pay a lot of attention to each others nipples and Helen was soon using her tongue on Anna's pussy whilst she lay on her back with her legs wide apart. Grace meanwhile came over to me and her soft hands soon brought my cock back to life and before I knew it she has pushed me onto my back and had straddled me with my cock spreading her pussy lips apart as she rode me hard and fast.

I soon had my second orgasm within 10 minutes – a record for me – and we all lay on the floor cuddling – literally shagged out. I had to get back to work but a similar day followed the next day – culminating in Anna's mum coming in and finding us, then joining in!! But that is another tale.