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The Handy Man

By: parttime_guy_mumbai



I am 36 from Mumbai.  It was a one of those hot afternoons, a holiday, I was in my shorts and a T-shirt and I was half asleep when the bell rang.  There stood my neighbor from the flat above, a sexy looking young lady, 25 yrs married for about 2 years, looks real sexy big boobs, slim and a fairly looking tight ass, I used to always eye her from the gallery, when she would go for her walks she had a very sexy walk, I once even followed her to make a conversation but it did not work out then.  Well she was at the door, and asked if anyone at home, I said yes my Mom and my wife were in the kitchen preparing some food, she then asked if she could come in to make a phone call, as her phone was dead.  I invited her in, and followed her, she was swaying her hips in a real sexy fashion she was wearing a black printed night gown fairly tight, could make out figure and was looking very sexy, I showed her the phone and went back to the bedroom and back to sleep, I could not  I pulled out a magazine and began to read through the pages for about 2 min.

She had finished her call by then, she walked into the kitchen and I could hear all of them talking, when she asked my wife if she new any TV technician nearby, she could not get some channels offered by the Cable guy.  My wife instantly said my husband can try as I always would try something or the other on all the electronic stuff in the house.  My wife came to the bedroom and asked if I could go the neighbor’s house, I gladly accepted and followed my neighbor to her house.

She did not ring the bell, so her husband could not be at home.  She opened the door with her keys and invited me in.  Offered me a cold-drink, as it was hot I accepted and asked her what is the matter with her TV.  She said she could not get Star World (one of the favorite English channels aired) and then disappeared out of the room.

I switched the TV on and started surfing the channels, and Star World worked perfectly fine, I continued to check all the channels, everything worked perfectly fine.  I was confused; her cordless phone was lying on the table beside the TV (kept in a manner for me to notice).  I picked it and checked whether the phone was working, the phone gave a dial tone.  I then gave a blank call to my place to be sure the phone was working (my wife picked up and I disconnected).  I was surprised (now what, I thought to myself).

I then went searching for my neighbor, I stepped inside the bedroom, and she was underneath the blankets, with her black night gown, her bra, and panties carefully placed on the side of the bed (I guess, she was nude below the sheets).  She asked me in a sexy voice “What took you so long”.  I thought to myself should be back in my place in 15 min. max otherwise it would cause some suspicion.  I gathered some courage and started pulling the blanket, and I was right she was nude.  Those beautiful breast and a slim waist with a small bushy patch below was a feast to my eyes.

She slowly began to undress me and kissed me. She started with my t-shirt, kissing my chest and sucking my nipples. Then came my shorts, she nibbled on my hard cock through my shorts. 

“You have been thinking of me all along haven’t you?” She said as she rubbed my cock. From her knees she kissed the hair on my belly that was a trail to my cock. Slowly she pulled my shorts and underwear down in one go, my cock rubbed her face as she kissed my pubic hair around my cock and made her way down my thigh before returning up the other thigh. She then kissed licked my rigid shaft. I sucked in a deep breath of air. She licked the head alone for a second or two. Teasing me. She then brought her mouth down on my shaft. I emitted a moan. She stopped and stood up, pressing against my chest she pushed me to the bed.

I  then felt her sit on my chest, I could feel her pubic hair against my chest as she moved upward to my head. With a knee to either side of my head and her feet in my armpits she lowered herself onto my face. I ate her! The soft smell of her womanhood combined with her perfume made me go wild. She began to rock on my face as she let out soft moans while I began to press her buttocks with my hands. I dug my tongue into her as I searched for her slit. She jumped when I hit it. I again began to lick causing her to gasp and jump. I was in heaven! She grabbed my hair and pulled my head closer.  She then took my hands to her breast and I started to work on them both. "Fuck me now" she said.

She needn't ask me twice.  She was off my chest and lying beside me, I grabbed her by the hips. Put my lips to hers. Gave her a passionate kiss and later started kissing her nipples. My bulging cock then easily found its way up her love canal. I started screwing her like a mad man. She was twitching, and moaning, and scratching, and screaming. We kept up this violent fucking for a good 10 minutes, with her still pinned below me. She tightened up 4 times around my rod, which was now covered in her cum. She looked like she was about to faint. I then felt myself come closer to the big thrill. She felt me too. She begged me to cum inside her. She didn't want to lose any of my precious fluids. I obliged and pumped my cum right up her belly. We were both sweating by now.  We rested 2 minutes in each other arms. 

I kissed her thanked her for the wonderful time we had. and got dressed she came to the door to see me off (nude) gave me another passionate kiss, I ran down below to my flat and hit the bed as if nothing happened.

I later became her handy-man, her music system does not work, the tube light switch is broken, the tap is leaking and the fuse is gone out etc.(well if you know what I mean ;-)

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The Handy Man



The day started out just as any other weekday. Kelly had seen the kids off to school and dropped her husband off at the train and was now at home waiting for the handyman to repair a few things around the house. Kelly had finally talked her husband into hiring someone to do the work since he had been so busy at work lately and no longer had the time to do these minor repairs. Truth be told she would rather have someone else do it anyway, as much as she loved her husband he just was not as mechanically able as he pretended to be.

By 10 am Kelly had finished her most of her chores and was weeding her flower beds when she heard a truck pull into her driveway. Standing up and brushing the dirt from her hands and knees Kelly walks around to the front of the house to meet the handyman.

She made it to the front in time to see the door of the truck open and watched the man walk towards her. "Hi I am Scott the handyman are you Mrs..."

"Kelly please" she interrupted and extended her hand. Scott took her extended hand and Kelly felt her knees melt as she looked into his warm brown eyes. Trying to shake the chemistry she felt standing so close to the stranger standing before her Kelly say "follow me and I will show you what I need to have done" Smiling Scott releases her hand and says " lead the way"

"I am so glad you could come on such short notice" Kelly says longing to fill the silence between them as they headed for the kitchen. "I have wanted to have these things done for months. I was finally able to talk my husband into hiring somebody to do it for us. I am sure you hear this all the time wives waiting for husbands to do repairs until they can wait no more. Look at me rambling on. Can I get you a soda, coffee anything? Kelly could feel the flush that rose up her neck and across her face as the handyman smiled a shy grin and said, " thanks for the offer but I am all set."

"Well then why don't we get to it then" Kelly said as she began showing him why he was there."

"What I need is to have this light fixture hung in the dining area, the steps on the back deck are loose and finally the door to my bedroom doesn't close very well" looking up from her notes Kelly adds " will you be able to do this in one trip or will you need to come back"

"I won't know until I get started" Scott said as he was looking over the new light fixture and making a mental list of the tool he will need. 

A little while later Kelly can't help but to watch Scott working so efficiently. From her vantage point in the kitchen she could not tear her eyes from his strong arms and firm ass. He had a hard strong body that a man get when he works hard not from spending an hour a day working out on a treadmill. The ease with which he used this tools impressed her. Far more than she would admit even to herself. She felt stabs of longing deep within her each time he bent over and showed her his fine form.

Kelly's body was responding to the sheer masculinity that her handyman oozed with his every move. "Oh this is too much, I need to work off some of this frustration" Kelly says to herself. "If you need anything I will be out in the yard" Grabbing a soda and a magazine Kelly heads for the yard but her mind stayed with the handyman. The early fall sun was hot on her skin feeling like a warm caress. Closing her eyes Kelly leans back on her lounge chair and lets the warm rays lick her exposed skin. 

Looking over her shoulder to be sure she wasn't being watched Kelly inches her skirt higher up her thighs "may as well extend the tan as long as I can." As time passes her mind continues to focus on the strapping handyman and his solid masculine ass and tan powerful arms her pussy getting more moist with each moment. With another glance to be sure no one was looking Kelly begins to tease her erect nipples. Her passion building her inhibitions long gone she recklessly begins to touch her clit and ease the throbbing that is growing more persistent with each passing moment. A slight moan escapes her lips as her excitement builds. Soon her fingers are moving rapidly on her clit and pinching her swollen nipples. Her climax building stronger and stronger. 

"Looks like there are a few more things the husband doesn't have time to take care of, perhaps I can offer some assistance" spoken in a low soothing voice that could have only come from one person. Kelly jumps and scrambles to right herself. "I didn't hear... excuse...Omigod I cannot believe this just happened. It is not what it looks like." Kelly stumbles on her words. "Well I guess it is what it…did you need something?

"Actually I was just coming out to fix the steps when I heard a noise and came to investigate. Please don't be embarrassed, obviously you need some attention and I can help if you are interested. As you can see I could use a hand myself, you put on a pretty good show." As he was speaking Kelly looked at his swollen crotch and the pulsing in her pussy became too much, throwing caution into the wind she smiles and says "if you will follow me I think we can work something out."

Using all her strength and dignity to keep from running she takes Scott's hand and leads him to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her she smiles and says, "nice job it hasn't closed like that in years, you work fast I hope not in all things." Before he can answer Kelly is on her knees working open his zipper and pulling his pants down around his work boots. Scott's large swollen cock leaps into her waiting hands and is quickly swallowed by the horny housewife. "Oh man that feels good, you suck cock so good baby." Reaching down he pulls Kelly up to him and they move together to the bed and quickly disrobe. Scott pauses for a moment to appreciate the beautiful set of tits before him. 

"Very nice" was his only words before taking the a nipple into his mouth and teasing it until Kelly is writhing in ecstasy. "I like to the job right sometimes that means fast and quick others times it means paying close attention to the details. How do you like it?"

"Anyway I can get it" was Kelly's only answer. Moving his rough hands down the length of her smooth silky skin until he reached her wet pussy. Two fingers penetrate her pussy and are brought to his mouth. "So very sweet" he purred as he began kissing down her torso. When he reached her bare mound he looked up to catch her eyes before unleashing his skilled tongue on her dripping pussy. Kelly's body spasmed with each lick and within moments the handyman was rewarded for his hard work with a mouthful of her delicious juice. Scott continued to lick and suck her clit savoring her taste and teasing her to new heights. Slowly while he is licking he pushes a finger into her pussy which causes her body to flood his face again. Working another finger he starts to fuck her pussy with her fingers while licking her now erect clit. 

"Omigod, Omigod, Yes Yes Oh fuck YES!" Kelly screamed as she came harder and stronger this time. "Please fuck me NOW!" She yells as she can no longer wait to have his fat cock buried in her pussy. Sitting up and position the head of his tool between her wet pussy lips. The Handyman takes a moment to tease her lips with his swollen head before plunging into her with one thrust. "Yes" she moans as her hips begin to move with his. 

"Harder, Fuck me Harder" Kelly demanded "Oh yea, that's just how I need it"

Scott pulls out and before she can stop him flips her over and Plunges in from another angle.

"You want it hard baby, I'll show you the way you need to be fucked."

Harder and faster he drove his dick in and out of her. Her body riding the waves of passion that consumed her. Over and over she reached her climax until she could feel her juices dripping out of her. 

"Oh Oh," Scott started to moan, I am gonna cum. Two more deep hard thrusts and he pulls his cock out of her pussy, flips her around and cums on her firm tits.

Kelly is left breathless on the bed, The clock reads 2pm the kids will be home soon.

The Handyman is getting dressed. Leans over and suck a nipple between his lips before saying "looks like I will have to come back tomorrow, if that is ok with you."



The Handy Man



I was recently divorced, and had been forced to move into a much smaller duplex unit. I was still paying Alimony at the time, and had been laid off from work, so finances were tight enough as it was. I'd been doing a few odd jobs as a handy man when I could as well as some gardening for a few loyal customers just to get by. In addition to that, I wrote stories in my spare time, and had done well enough with those that I'd managed to supplement my income just enough to make it worthwhile to continue writing whenever I could.

So it was that I'd been looking for a new place to live, something I could afford without digging myself in debt any deeper than I already was. I soon after found an ad in the paper advertising one-half of a duplex that was available for rent, which included lawn care and general maintenance as part of the rent, which suited me just fine as that would save me an additional expense, the only drawback being that there was no air-conditioning, unless you could classify a constantly open kitchen window as having "air" as I jokingly called it.

At forty-five years of age I wasn't in bad shape, though the past couple of years had taken a toll on me. I could see flakes of gray beginning to sprinkle my dark hair, though not enough to get too excited or worried about it, not like I was dating or anything, because I wasn't. Couldn't afford to on the one hand, and didn't really want to on the other. And though I didn't exactly have a "gut" yet, I'd noticed a bit of a paunch that I hadn't had before and made a mental note to do something about it long before I did.

What this all added up to however, in conjunction with my recent divorce, was a sudden fit of depression and anxiety about my "date-ability" as a recently eligible man. It had been so long since I'd been single, let alone dated, that I felt out of practice and a little inhibited around women, not that I was inhibited mine you, I wasn't, but it had been so long since I'd even been with another woman that it was driving me crazy!

I had no idea what crazy could really be like until crazy stood in my doorway looking at me in the form of a way too sexy, way too young woman named Karen, my land-lady's nineteen year old daughter.

As I had been humping in boxes full of my things, I had left the front door of my duplex propped open. I turned around from having set down one of these, and that's when I saw Karen. She stood in the doorway resting against the doorframe, hands behind her back, and one leg bent at the knee, with her foot propped up resting against the frame. The way she was standing, she looked like she was posing for the front cover of one of those 'The Girl Next Door' magazines or something, which it just so happened I had written a few articles for, which is why she reminded me of that.

I had to admit, Karen was beautiful. But it wasn't just her long dark hair, or the beautiful deep alluring brown eyes and gorgeous features of her face that I took in initially, it was because she was wearing the shortest pair of cut off Levi's I had ever seen. Added to this was the tied in front man's long-sleeved shirt she was wearing that revealed a substantial amount of tight-taut tummy muscles, and tit's that were honestly beyond description. She was wearing the shirt unbuttoned revealing a great deal of cleavage, which did little in concealing the soft perfect twin mounds of braless flesh that were very nearly spilling out of her shirt as she stood there leaning against the door.

I could only stand there staring at her. Seeing this vision of femininity standing in my doorway was breathtaking to say the least. I thought for a moment that maybe I was dreaming, and that if I said or did anything, this luscious apparition was likely to dissolve and disappear. "Hi Neighbor! " She said, the sound of her voice like naked flesh slipping between the sheets as she spoke. "Mother told me we had a new renter, so I thought I'd drop by and see if you needed any help moving in."

I immediately noticed she was chewing gum. And because she was, she tended to speak slowly, like she was deliberately slowing her words in an effort to continue chewing, though it still sounded like she was having sex even as she spoke.

I could have listened to her all day. Her voice was so sultry, so excitingly sensual that I would have thought her a much more mature sounding woman. That, and what I was obviously looking at was a beautifully attractive woman, but she was young too. Way too beautiful, and way too young for me.

"Ah no. I think that pretty much just about does it," I said, looking around the room as though I was taking inventory of everything I'd already carried in. Though the only real inventory I'd been taking had been her! "Though I appreciate the offer," I added smiling.

Karen smiled, pushing herself forward away from the door, her magnificent breasts leading the way as she did so. "Too-da-loo's", I heard her say. "Catch ya later then!"

"Too-da-loo's," I responded back into the empty space that had only moments ago contained her apparition, feeling much like a teenage idiot as I did so, and then realized almost as quickly I hadn't even introduced myself.

#

As my duplex was a split-entry, it naturally had an upstairs bedroom area.

I had finished hauling the rest of my belongings upstairs to my room. Dripping with sweat, I went over to the window to try and catch some air, any air with even a mild breeze to it would have felt good under the circumstances, and thus stood there looking down into the yard. And there she was, sunbathing in one of those cheap plastic folding lounge chairs, the kind that had those criss-crossing strips of plastic all woven together. She had changed out of her "Would you like to fuck me," clothes, into her "Yes...I definitely want to fuck you bikini," which was bright red, giving her an even more sultry look with that thick mane of dark hair that fell well down past her shoulders as she lay there. She had on a dark pair of sunglasses and appeared to be flipping through a magazine, which I only then glanced at. Even at this distance I could see several photos of what looked like men and women together, all naked of course, though I certainly couldn't tell what they were doing at this distance, it was enough knowing what they were.

"Damn!" I thought to myself, wondering why she'd be looking at one of those magazines in the first place, though obviously she was, and seemed to be enjoying it as she did so, which she confirmed moments later.

I was about to turn and walk away from the window, starting to feel very much like the 'Peeping Tom' I now was, when her sudden movement froze me in place.

She reached behind herself, the clasp of the bikini top coming away in her hand like she'd performed some sort of sleight of hand trick, with the next thing I knew, her top being pulled away and off of her, her full firm breasts now clearly revealed, hanging down beneath her invitingly so, too invitingly so as the sudden lurch of my cock reminded me. I expected her to lie back down concealing her breasts, but she didn't. What she did was, was to roll over instead!

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, startling myself, and realized as I did so that my bedroom window was open. I stepped back into the room out of sight of the window, my heart beating wildly as I wondered if she had somehow managed to hear me, though at the distance from my window to the yard, I hoped not. Still...

I counted to five, slowly...then took small little baby-steps back towards the window until I could just barely see down into the yard, by now she had surprised me again, though I was half-grateful I hadn't been standing there to see it, as by now she was entirely naked having taken off the bikini bottoms as well, which now hung playfully over one corner of the lounge chair she was laying on, her top dangling provocatively over the other one.

I had only gotten an imaginary glimpse of them earlier in the doorway, my mind already picturing the way they must have looked. I wasn't too far off the mark either! It was obvious that Karen's breasts were fairly large sized from what I'd seen earlier, but they seemed to be even more so as she now lay on her back with each of them fully exposed. And though they flattened out somewhat as she lay there, it was obvious by the way they did with each one still fully rounded and pointing towards the sky that she had incredibly full breasts. Her nipples were a dark tan, which is pretty much the way I'd envisioned them to be, though her areolas were a lot larger than I'd pictured them, giving each of her breasts a look as though someone had placed small dollar-sized pancake over each one.

In addition to that of course, her long sensuous legs seemed to stretch out forever, a small thin black strip of hair perfectly trimmed seemed to point downwards between her legs like a signal beacon, even more so as she suddenly bent her legs at the knee bringing the back of her lounge chair up into a half sitting position. Once again picking up the magazine, she began looking through it, though in doing so, effectively hiding her breasts from my view, though I didn't mind as she now sat there facing me, legs even more obscenely spread with the pinkness of her pussy winking at me which even from this distance was clearly evident.

Had I known where my binoculars were packed, I'd have been tempted to retrieve them for a closer look. And it was that very thought that reminded me that what I was doing was wrong...somehow, and that I shouldn't be standing there gawking at her the way I was, especially with a raging hard on, which I now had.

But it was like trying to pull two pieces of glued paper apart, it was damn near impossible for me to tear myself away from the window as I continued to catch periodic glimpses of her magnificent breasts as she thumbed back and forth between the dirty magazine she was reading, occasionally placing it off to the side in order to take a drink from her iced tea, or when she would raise or lower her legs, teasing me with the glimpses of that pink tender pussy flesh sitting between her legs.

I don't know why I didn't consider this, with Karen sitting in her chair actually facing me from below. Perhaps it was the dark sunglasses she was wearing that did it, but I realized that it might be very possible for her to look up and discover me standing there, if she hadn't already! Once again I decided to back away from the window, when catching the movement of her hand as it suddenly fell down between her legs, likewise the magazine she'd been holding tossed casually off to one side. Once again frozen in place, I saw her hand, and fingers begin petting herself, languidly stroking her sex obviously beginning to masturbate!

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, once again forgetting about the open window, though unlike before, I continued to stand there gazing down at her, it was simply too tempting, and too horny not too! Karen was obviously now playing with herself, her fingers worming around inside her split, one hand now cupping a breast as she held it, toyed with it, and periodically pinched or pulled her hard extended nipples between her fingers. I felt a surge of goose bumps suddenly race up and down my arms as though someone was standing behind me, so much so that I actually turned half expecting to see Pauline standing there when I did, "Alright asshole, get your shit together and move out of here!" I imagined her saying having caught me spying on her daughter, cock in hand, which it now was. "Stupid fool!" I said to myself, though relieved that Pauline hadn't been standing there when I'd turned around. I was now more determined than ever to walk away from the window, just as Karen stood. She had obviously heard something, and I fully expected to see her sprint from the chair back inside the house, she didn't though, though she appeared to be waiting for something, or for someone, which as it turned out happened to be Pauline as she emerged a few moments later from around the side of the house carrying two large overfull grocery bags. Karen quickly retrieved one of them from her mother, who said nothing, nor made any comment about Karen's nudity, so obviously it wasn't something too upsetting, and no doubt something she was fully aware of as she handed her daughter one of the sacks and then began leading her back inside the house.

Pauline disappeared inside with Karen behind her, turning, the bag of groceries cradled in one arm as she extended her hand. I thought for a moment she was reaching out to close the door, which she did, but not before giving me a brief friendly little wave first, looking up in my direction before stepping inside a moment later disappearing from view.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed once again, finding myself stumbling backwards hitting the edge of the bed which caused me to sit down, collapsing upon it, my cock already trying to find a place to hide as it withered away back inside my pants as though seeking escape. "Had she seen me?" I wondered, "Or had she only been guessing I was there?" I had no way of really knowing one way or the other, but at least I was aware of the fact that at that angle, and with the window certainly being high enough, there was no way she could have seen me standing there with my dick out, at least that much I was certain of. But it was still bad enough as it was.

I don't know how long I sat there on the edge of the bed before I finally screwed up enough courage to go back downstairs, but I almost wished that I hadn't. I was heading towards the kitchen, intent on grabbing a beer from the fridge in an effort to calm my nerves when I looked up just in time to see Pauline standing at my back door, just getting ready to knock. She had two beers in her hand, which she now held up showing me, smiling as she did and as I entered the room.

"Ah, Hi!" I said somewhat surprised to see her standing there.

"Hi!" she responded back, care if I come in?"

"Ah no...not at all," I responded, quickly looking down at my crotch to make sure there wasn't any evidence remaining there to give me away, like a wet spot for one, or a too noticeable bulge for another, though by now my prick had all but turned inside out with the fear of having been discovered.

"Just got back from grocery shopping," she told me. "Thought you might like to take a little break from moving in and enjoy a nice cold beer, especially as hot as it is," she added holding one of the beers out towards me with one hand, and placing the other cold beer against her face with the other. "Too fucking hot!"

"Yes, yes it is," I agreed accepting the beer. "And I'll see what I can do about getting that swamp cooler fixed as soon as possible," I said, reminding her that I had remembered to do something about it as soon as I'd moved in.

"I think we'll all appreciate that," she said nodding her head, "it will certainly be nice having someone handy around the place to do things like that for us again, both Karen and I have missed having someone who could take care of things for us," she told me.

Maybe it was my over active imagination running wild at the moment, but I detected a hint of something else in her tone of voice as she said that. Even the bemused smile on her face said she'd meant something else entirely, as she now trickled a small dollop of the ice-cold beer down the front of her blouse between her breasts as she stood there.

"Not exactly a waste of good beer," she said grinning. "Feels wonderful actually, especially in this heat! Half tempted to run around the house the way that Karen does, but would be afraid of offending the neighbors if I did. I'm sure most of them don't mind seeing her running around like that, but not sure they'd appreciate it as much if I were to do it!"

There was only one other neighbor that I could think of that might be able to see into the backyard, but he'd have to be standing on a ladder or something in order to do so, or purposely peeking through the fence as there weren't any upstairs windows facing into the backyard as I recalled.

"No offence here," I told her. "And besides, it's your place anyway, you can do whatever the hell you want to as far as I'm concerned." Pauline smiled at that, taking a sip of her drink before crossing over to sit down at the kitchen table. "May I?" she asked.

"Be my guest," I said taking a seat across from her, sitting down myself then taking a nice long pull from the bottle.

"I know you've probably still got a lot to do yet, but wanted to come over and invite you to dinner later, thought you might like that since then you wouldn't have to worry about going out to the store, or fixing anything," she added. "Actually, I was just going to order a pizza," I told her honestly.

"You like Italian?" She asked, "I know that pizza's sort of Italian, but I'm talking some home-made Ravioli and sauce that I put up and bottled for it earlier. So, how'd you like to come over for dinner later?"

The thought of that sounded wonderful. It had been a long time since I'd actually had a good home-cooked meal. "Sounds great! You drink wine?"

"Already picked some up, but you can bring some for next time if you'd like, next time you go shopping. So no...just bring yourself. Oh, and since it's so hot outside, I thought we'd just set up the patio table and eat out there, say around seven-thirty, eight?"

"Sounds good!"

"Great! Oh, and I'll make sure Karen puts something on, hate to embarrass you or the neighbors with her running around naked most of the time, unless you'd prefer that," she winked suddenly standing.

My mouth had gone dry however, and words failed me, so I merely smiled with a confused expression on my face I am sure, not quite knowing how to take her last comment. Was she indeed aware that I'd been looking at her daughter while she'd been laying out? Had Karen told her I had? Or was she like Karen just guessing I had been? Either way, it didn't make any difference as I stood watching Pauline cross the yard back to their side of the duplex without looking back and seeing the expression on my face as I stood there.

#

She might just as well have been naked for all the good her red bikini did, which is what she'd obviously put back on again and was now wearing, though Pauline wasn't wearing much more than that either, though she looked damn good in her own right, in a tight fitting pair of tennis shorts along with a light blue halter top that barely covered her own goodly-sized breasts. "Hope you're hungry Matt," Pauline told me as the two of them carried out what looked like to be a feast the way I saw it. Two feasts actually, one of food, and one of flesh, each one I was half-starved for sampling, though I cautioned myself against doing so.

"You look hot," Karen said sitting down. "Go ahead, unbutton your shirt if you'd like to," she told me, "or even take it off if you'd prefer, we're not exactly being formal here you know."

I was wearing a loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt, which was about the coolest as well as cleanest thing that I owned at the moment. "Thanks," I said unbuttoning it at least, though I wasn't about to take it off either. Though I was again half expecting Karen to remove hers as I sat there thinking about it, and then as though Pauline had been reading my mind, she commented herself.

"It was all I could do to get Karen to put her bikini back on," she said laughing, "told her until we'd at least gotten to know one another a little better, might be a bit more polite before we start lounging around in the nude in front of one another."

I kept my eyes focused on the dish of Ravioli's as I spooned some onto my plate, giving me the excuse of not looking at them as I responded to her last statement. I still wasn't sure if the two of them were bull-shitting me half the time or not. "Well like I said, it's your place and as far as I'm concerned, what you do in the privacy of your own home, inside or out is your business and not anybody else's!"




The Handy Man



"Now I see why you decided to rent to him over anyone else mother," Karen said grinning.

"Only because I know you dear," Pauline told her daughter. "The last thing we need is for someone to turn us in for being lewd and obscene."

Once again Karen laughed, looking up into my eyes as she took the bowl of green salad from me. "I'm the one who's lewd, she's the obscene one," Karen teased.

"Well if that's the case, I wonder what that makes me?" I said trying to sound glib before I realized what I'd just said, or opened myself up to when saying it.

"Why, that would make you the friendly next-door pervert would be my guess," Karen grinned broadly looking over at her mother, catching her smiling too as she said it. "Wouldn't you mother?" she asked.

"I guess that depends on if he owns a pair of binoculars," Pauline quipped glancing towards me, then burst out laughing as she saw the shocked expression on my face. "I guess he does! She added laughing hysterically.

Somehow we managed to make it through dinner along with two bottles of wine without things getting much worse, though we were all feeling a little tipsy at the moment, though it was a nice relaxing tipsy and I had begun to feel really comfortable around the two women, even as skimpily dressed as they both were.

I had helped to take in the last of the dishes before getting shooed back outside to sit as Pauline began washing them, telling Karen to keep me company for a while until she had finished.

"What is it that you do for a living anyway?" Karen asked, "Besides just being a handyman I mean.

"Oh, I write some, or at least I try too," I commented glibly.

"Oh? Anything I might have read?" My attention was immediately drawn back to the magazine she'd been flipping through earlier, though I didn't allow myself to go there. "I doubt it. I write articles for men's magazines, you know short fictional stories and the like."

"You mean like the ones you read in Playboy or Penthouse magazine? Those kinds of stories?" Obviously she knew what kinds of stories I was referring to, she was nineteen after all, and even some of the models I'd seen appearing in some of them were a year younger than she was too.

"Yea, those kind of articles," I emphasized with a bit of a sheepish acknowledgement etched in my tone of voice.

"Do you write from experience? Or just fantasy?" she asked genuinely interested now.

"Mostly from just a very active imagination," I told her honestly, "believe it or not, I'm not all that experienced."

She seemed to be thinking about this for a moment, and then caught me off guard entirely. "Do you think I look good enough to pose for one of those magazines?" She asked.

"Well uh sure...yeah sure you do, but why would you want to?" I found myself saying, not even sure why I had.

"I like being looked at," she answered simply. "It arouses me, arouses me to think that maybe someone's getting aroused looking at me, weren't you?"

She had said it, if there had been any doubt or uncertainty whatsoever, there wasn't now, and I couldn't think up a single thing that wouldn't sound idiotic in trying to deny it either.

"Sure I was," I admitted, seeing the smile of confirmation spread across her face when I did so. "You're a beautiful young woman," I added, "who isn't afraid to show off her sexuality, or sensuality for that matter either."

"So you think I'm sensual?" she asked, her voice once again taking on that purring sexual sound that reminded me a little of Marilyn Monroe when she spoke.

"Very," I said admitting it. "And you're obviously not too afraid in showing it either," I further admitted, though I knew in doing so it was the wine that was doing all the talking at the moment, not to mention the all too familiar stirring in my pants as I recalled her exhibionistic little scene outside on the patio earlier in the day.

She giggled, once again sounding more like herself. "I enjoy doing that," she told me glibly. "Even have a couple of 'guy-friends' who I enjoy doing that for, and enjoy them doing it for me too, she confessed.

"Guy friends?" I had to ask, maybe it was the new way of saying 'boy-friends' or something, I'd been out of the loop for so long, it wouldn't have surprised me.

"Yeah guy friends, no boyfriend at the moment," she said frowning for the first time I'd ever seen her do so. "Greg and I broke up a few months ago, he's the only boy I've ever really considered to be a true boyfriend."

"Oh? What happened?"

She laughed, "If I told you you'd never believe me, especially under the circumstances," she said peaking my interest even more. "Try me."

"Because he wanted to fuck me," she said frankly and boldly. "And I wasn't ready to do that with him yet," she added. "I've been saving it for just the right man, and I knew he wasn't it."

"You're a..."

"Virgin?" she finished for me. "Yes, I am...well technically anyway."

"Technically?" I said once again now more confused than ever, especially the way this conversation was suddenly going.

"Technically because I've never had a man's prick inside me before," she said still grinning at me. "But once I discovered mother's vibrator and what it felt like, I sort of took care of the other little problem myself, which to be honest with you, I'm glad that I did so there won't be any of that awkwardness when I finally do decide to have sex with a man." She must have seen the look on my face, and the hundred or so questions that went with it. "Oh, I'm certainly not naive when it comes to everything else," she told me, "I've done plenty of that, and been told I'm pretty good at it too...just not intercourse...yet!" she added with a mischievously wicked gleam in her eye.

And now I sat there with yet another image bouncing around inside my head...Pauline using a vibrator on herself, which is coincidentally, when she suddenly came back outside to rejoin us.

"Hey sweetie, it's getting late," Pauline said as she sat down, "You'd best think about getting dressed and ready for work."

"Work?" I said glancing at my watch, it was nearing ten-thirty by this time.

"Yeah, work," Karen moaned grumpily. "I have the late shift this week," she added, but next week, I'm on days again, which I prefer, but at least I only have this shift once every two months or so," she added. "But...better get my ass in gear, can't afford to be late either!" And with that Karen headed off back towards the house.

"Oh and Karen?"

"Yes mother?" Karen turned though continuing to walk.

"Don't forget to wear some panties this time either, you can't afford to get written up again like you did last week for forgetting to put them on."

Karen giggled and then sprinted into the house. Once again the expression on my face must have said it all.

"Long story," she said with a bemused expression on her face.

"I'm all ears," I said seriously.

"Well, if you don't know already, though I'm willing to bet you already do, Karen is a bit of an exhibitionist, and not like I'm not one myself either...like mother like daughter as they say. But she really is in ways I would never have imagined."

"Yeah I've kind of noticed that," I said candidly.

"Thought you might have," Pauline laughed. "Anyway, she enjoys getting herself off in front of a couple of friends of hers, and they of course enjoy seeing her do that. Harmless fun when you think about it," Pauline told me, which I had to admit as I sat there listening to her, surprised me to some degree, as open-minded an uninhibited about it as they both obviously were. "Sometimes when Steve or Jerry picks her up for work, she'll get herself off in the car when they take her, as she likes to have a nice orgasm or two before working, says it helps to relax her and get her through the shift. Needless to say, the guy's love it that she does, and love watching her, which they also do for her according to what she's told me. And that's it...nothing else beyond that because as she puts it, they're "just friends" and she enjoys having a bit of "just friends" naughty fun with them."

"Ok, I follow you so far...but what does this have to do with her getting in trouble for not wearing panties to work?" I had to ask.

"Just that," Pauline laughed once again. "Last week, she'd taken them off on the way to work, and forgot and left them in the car. I guess that when she'd bent over to pick something up she'd dropped, she'd forgotten she hadn't put them back on, and one of the other women who she works with complained about it."

"Ah, no wonder. I'm sure had it have been a guy that none of them would have."

"No, probably not, but unfortunately there's a lot more women than men who work there, and you know how women can get when they feel like they're in competition with one another, particularly this one gal who has a thing for one of Karen's guy-friends, though he doesn't care for this other woman whatsoever. So naturally, Stacy would love to see Karen fired if she had anything to do with it."

"Good thing you reminded her about the panties then," I snickered finding this whole conversation wildly bizarre though certainly entertaining.

"More wine?" Pauline asked.

"No...thank you," I told her. "I'm about to burst as it is anyway."

"I know the feeling!" Pauline told me The fact that my bathroom was upstairs also told me that if I needed to go in, maybe it was time to call it a night anyway. "Listen, I really do need to pee, so maybe we should call it a night..."

"Oh for hells sake Matt, just go pee over there," she pointed towards a dark corner of the yard. Unless you really are tired of my company," she added.

"Well, ok..." I said standing up, figuring if she didn't care, I certainly wouldn't, which is when she stood up too.

"Mind if I join you?"

Her comment took me by surprise, but I shook my head no. "Like I said earlier, your place, your yard..."

I soon found a spot where it didn't look like I would kill anything, and unzipped myself to pee, just as Pauline pulled down her shorts and panties and squatted next to me doing the same. I was a bit pee-shy for a moment, though hearing her helped, though she finished long before I did, standing up, spreading her legs to 'drip-dry' for a moment while watching me.

"Mind if I shake it off for you?" she asked. Maybe I was just drunk enough that the notion didn't take me too much by surprise, or perhaps I was already getting used to the idea that these two weren't your average typical next-door neighbors or something.

"You know what they say don't you?" I asked.

"No...what?"

"Shake it more than once or twice, you're playing with it."

Pauline had already shaken it twice, and then she did so again. "Guess I'm playing with it now," she told me.

"Yes, I guess you are," I responded in more than one way.

Pauline then led me back over to one of the lounge chairs, though she now unbuckled the belt on my shorts, pulling them down along with my boxers. I finished removing my sandals as well as my shirt, watching as she finished undressing too until we both stood entirely naked in front of one another.

"No fucking fair!" Karen suddenly blurted from behind us as she came out dressed and ready for work. "You two are about to play, and I can't even be here to watch!" she tossed out, which once again, caught me off guard.

"Perhaps next time honey," Pauline told her. "Now...you'd better get your ass in gear, I just heard Steve's car pull up outside in front," she added.

Tossing us both a pout, she then turned it into a naughty smile as she headed off around the side of the house. "I expect details in the morning!" she said as she disappeared.

I just stood there shaking my head. "Should we take notes?" I asked half seriously.

Pauline laughed, "No...but maybe I should dig out the video camera, she'd probably like that." "Yeah...bet she would too!" I thought without saying it.

Pauline sat herself down on the lounge chair, still holding my rapidly hardening cock within her hand, which she examined and toyed with while it grew, familiarizing herself with it, which I found to be refreshingly exciting as she just didn't sit there pumping away on it as many women had. She actually did touch and caress it in a totally new way as my own hands reached down and began fondling her well-rounded wonderfully mature breasts.

"Hmm," Pauline purred as I stood there thumbing her nipples. "It's been a while since anyone's played with them," she told me. "Feels nice." "Me too," I admitted. "And yes...it does."

I soon felt her hand place my prick against her breast as she began teasing her nipples with it, rubbing the head of my cock back and forth across them, tapping the hard capped nubbins, slapping them happily as they grew even harder and stiffer. Pauline didn't have quite as large of breasts as Karen did, her areola considerably smaller, pinker in color, but her nipples were incredibly thick and stood immeasurably long which allowed my fingers to hold and tweak them easily as I stood there. I felt her tongue begin to slide around the tip of my prick, tongue-fucking the tiny eye-slit, lavishing soft nipping little sucks on the now super sensitized ridge of my prick-tip.

"Fuck that feels good!" I moaned pleasurably, feeling my knees already beginning to weaken. Pauline then pulled me down onto the lounge chair with her, stretching out behind her.

"Fuck me," she half whispered. "Put that nice hard cock inside and fuck me!" she near pleaded with me now.

Even then she tickled herself with it for a while first, handling my prick, rubbing it slowly up and down the wet slick groove of her sex, the sounds of our combined lubrications making the act even more erotic, sticky hot squishy noises as she became wetter and wetter with each passing moment.

I felt her press the head just inside then, lifting her leg slightly to better accommodate my entry. I pushed, felt the head of my prick bury inside her, heard her catch of breath, followed by a deep pleasured sigh as my hands once again found her breasts, kneading and caressing them as I slowly began to move in and out of her, her soft fleshy ass pressing back against me, meeting each slow delicate thrust with renewed excitement and anticipation.

"Don't cum in me, I want to suck you off," she told me. "But fuck me now, fuck me forever if you can," she groaned deeply once again as I hilted myself fully inside her, spearing her cunt, impaling her for a moment and laying there, letting her feel the hot deep throb of my prick as it danced inside her.

We indeed lay there, slow-fucking for what did seem like an eternity, until her undulations became almost frantic, my fingers now twiddling her clitoris, capturing and teasing it, pulling on it and rolling it as my dick continued to slide in and out of her at an almost frustratingly slow pace.

Her breath quickened then, her body shuddered involuntarily as she began thrusting herself faster and faster against me, urging me on, spearing her deeper and deeper with each lunge, each plunge of my prick into what had become a virtual pool of liquefied delight. I could sense the trickle of her cream bathing my prick, dropping down to cover my balls before rolling on down to my upper thigh.

"Fuck you're sloppy wet!" I marveled in rapturous pleasure.

"And...you're...fucking...hard!" she squealed in delight, her single worded sentence spoken with each continued plunge of my prick into her depths.

"And...I'm...going...to...cum!" she screamed a second after that.

I was on the verge myself, but somehow fought off the desire to fill her pussy with my spunk. I drove forward one last time as her legs virtually clamped together, imprisoning me deeply inside, the sudden eruption of her orgasm, the tickle of an almost light misty spray that suddenly emerged from around the opening of her pussy, the force of her pleasure exploding, showering my balls and stomach with even more of her silky soft treasure.

Dogs barked in the distance. Her cry of delight filling the night air, the warmth of her spending coating us both now, hardly ebbing in its flow.

"Fuck, I'm going to shoot," I sighed warning her. Pauline uncounted me in a heartbeat, flipping herself around on the lounge chair, once again taking my cock in hand, mouthing it, sucking the head with lips that became vice-like, drawing me out.

It had been a very long time since I'd felt that, felt the joy of release and pleasure that was so magnificently intense as she slow-stroked my prick, each ejaculation seemingly stronger and harder than the last, her mouth filling with my semen, though she didn't swallow, milking my prick until the last drop had been pulled from my inner core.

Only then did she sit back, her mouth open, my cream drooling, and then dripping decadently from her lips down upon her exposed breasts. I sat, watching in abject fascination as she purposely placed my rich creamy nectar upon her tits, covering each with an equal amount of cream until she had spit as much of it as her mouth had contained upon herself, and then began rubbing it into her breasts like lotion.

"Rich with vitamin E," she grinned wickedly. "Good for the skin, and feels wonderful on my tits."

Together we lay there, massaging in the sweet cream of my spending until it had completely soaked into her flesh.

"That...was amazing!" she said long afterwards. "Wait until Karen hears about this! She'll be wild with jealous desire for you!" she exclaimed.

"You're really going to tell her about this?" Still finding this openness between mother and daughter a bit unnerving, yet highly arousing at the same time.

"Of course I am," Pauline told me. "We've never kept any secrets from one another...ever. And I know that she's looking forward to actually fucking someone for the first time too. And I'm pretty sure I know who that someone's going to be!"

#

Exhausted, I had slept past ten, already later in the day than I would have liked with two yards to mow and trim today, including the property I shared with Pauline and Karen.

I slipped out of bed into the shower, emerging a short while later feeling refreshed and alert once again, that alertness signaling the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee downstairs. "What the hell?" I asked myself, wrapping a towel around my torso and heading downstairs to the kitchen.

I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised really, and though I didn't recall actually locking my back door, it wouldn't have mattered as I knew my landlady kept a spare key for me anyway, but as I entered the kitchen, following the delicious aroma that had tickled my senses, I stopped dead in my tracks upon entering the room. There sat Karen, entirely nude, tickling herself with something else all the while smiling up at me as I entered.

"Banana?" she asked pulling it from her pussy holding it up towards me. "Or don't you like eating banana's?" she asked.

I couldn't help it; already my prick had begun to lengthen just standing there looking down at her.

"What I like to eat...is pussy!" I said lustfully, letting my towel drop revealing my hard firm erection. Karen giggled looking at me, at it as it bobbed up and down of its own accord.

"I was sort of hoping you'd say that," she said tossing the now very bruised banana onto the table, and then adding, "Mother's already told me about last night...and I am SO fucking horny I can't even see straight. So, come over here and eat your breakfast!" she smiled once again, spreading her legs apart even wider as she did so.

#

Karen's pussy was the sweetest thing I honestly, had ever tasted.

Even as I think about it now, it was a weird comparison to have made. But licking and nipping at her cunt reminded me of eating a freshly baked, hot honey buttered scone. And I couldn't get enough of it.

Per my suggestion, Karen scooted up onto the table, her legs just dangling over the edge as I took one of the chairs placing it in front of her, the towel I'd used to wrap around myself, now serving as a make-shift pillow for her head as she became the centerpiece on my kitchen table as I prepared for what I knew would be some very fine dining.




The Handy Man



"Play with me, drive me nuts...the way you drove mother nuts last night!" she demanded hotly. I had every intention of doing just that! 

Karen's lips were tight, pink and full! Spreading them with my thumbs, I ran each up and then down her tender puffy lips, listening to the delight of her pleasured sighs as I did so. It was fascinating, watching her hard little clit emerge from its tiny protective cocoon already glistening with desire as I spread her even further, caressing each side of her tender nubbin with my thumbs, gently pinching, holding it between them before backing off, once again running them fully down the depths of her glistening plumb. Placing both thumbs together, I eased them equally, gently inside, basking in her heat, her moisture, withdrawing them, now sticky coated with her essence which I then reached up, applying it to her nipples, smearing them with her own juices and flicking gently at her hard erect nipples before repeating the process.

"Fuck! You really are driving me nuts!" she cooed as she shuddered beneath me, my fingers once again exploring her depths, my tongue only then the lightest of touches upon her extended clit.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned once again as my tongue now lapped softly, tenderly upon the tiny little girl prick that poked playfully upwards, extending itself as though seeking an even firmer lap of my tongue.

"Suck it, please suck it!" she begged me.

One hand now caressing her breast, her nipple a sensation of delight as my fingers pulled upwards upon it in perfect harmony with my lips as they surrounded her tiny clit doing the same. An additional finger probing her depths, stealing the moisture inside which I used to then coat and cover her neglected nipple with, feeling her lubrications as they softened her hard nipples, my tongue dancing happily, excitedly up and down her clit, then slithering like a snake downwards between her lips, probing her cunt before traveling upwards once again to where her clit waited anxiously, expectantly for my tongue.

"Oh my God! My God!" Karen squealed, now undulating herself on the table, hands gripping the edge of it, holding on, though she humped upwards against me now in a feverish desire to fuck my face into oblivion. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I had no intention of doing so, though I slowed her pleasures, torturing her even further as I merely wrapped my lips about her sweet clit, holding it there, gently sucking as though nursing at her breast.

"Oh you fucker you!" she cried out, hovering, dangling on the edge of bliss, my tongue slowly increasing the tempo, flicking her clit as fingers once again began to pinch, judging the amount of pleasured pain she could tolerate as I once again tweaked them, pulled them in conjunction with my lips now fervently sucking her clitoris.

Karen's orgasm was upon her before she knew it, sneaking up on her, seizing her in a paralyzed spasm of pure white-fire ecstasy that burned through the very core of her soul. Her scream of delight was ear-piercing, her fingers now white-knuckled as she gripped the edge of the table, her ass coming up as she arched her back in an impossible span that she held indeterminately as my mouth continued to suck, swallow and vibrate her clit with a thousand flicks of my tongue that robbed her of her senses.

That hot honey buttered cream oozed from her pussy in a cascade of sweetness unlike any I had ever known before. I devoured her, drinking her nectar, then plunging my tongue as deeply into her depths as I could in search for more of it as she continued to tremble, her orgasm washing over her in wave after wave until she lost track of where one ended and another began.

#

I sat there, simply licking her, my tongue no more than a tickle of thought upon her almost too sensitive little split. She continued to moan, her breath a whisper of pleasure now, the tremors only then gradually subsiding as she found the strength to sit up, glancing down towards me.

"I have never...and I mean never, been eaten like that before in my entire life!" she told me with a look of wonder truly shown in her sparkling surprised eyes. "Did you eat mom's cunt like that?" she asked making me laugh as she asked it.

"Ah no...not yet anyway," I said sitting back now, licking my lips of the residue of her spending.

Karen grinned wickedly at the thought of that. "Good, now I have something to tell her about and make her jealous!" she replied contentedly.

Gazing down at my somewhat softened prick Karen now slid off the table standing before me. "Your turn!" she told me. "Lay down on the table, I want to make you just as crazy as you did to me!"

I soon lost all sense and track of time. Her mouth at first working like a vacuum, sucking the life-force from me, then so gentle I could hardly feel it, yet exquisite in the light delicate touch as her tongue flittered about my flesh like a butterfly seeking refuge, suddenly turning into a swarm of bees that enveloped, stung with tiny prickles of sweet pure pleasure that coaxed the volcanic eruption that now boiled deep within my balls.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" I screamed, feeling the torrent of juice suddenly explode from the depths, her mouth first catching the initial splurge, then releasing me in order to watch, watch the spray of my ejaculate which she now directed fully against her breasts, slapping her tits with my cock, still stroking it, milking it as I continued to spray my semen, drenching her breasts in the thick creamy substance.

And like her, I lay for a time in what felt like suspended animation, now watching her as she smeared and massaged my spending into her breasts.

"Like mother..."

"Like daughter," she finished for me.

#

I managed to get both yards done though it was late in the afternoon when I returned and made preparations for mowing our lawn. I finished the front, saving the back for last, accepting a nice ice-cold beer from Pauline as she greeted me along with Karen who I noticed was already nude, now lounging contentedly in her chair just beneath the canopy of the awning on the deck smiling upwards towards me.

"Obviously, she was telling the truth!" Pauline said, drawing my attention to her and away from her daughter. "I've never seen her as contented, or relaxed as she is now," Pauline added, "And she's right...now I'm jealous!" though she smiled with a look that appeared anything but, hinting at more expectantly, though she continued. "I picked up some nice thick juicy steaks for dinner," she added taking a seat in the lawn chair next to her daughter. "Once it's cooled down, thought we could enjoy another nice meal outside later."

"Sounds good," I said suddenly feeling famished, though for food this time. "But I really do need to finish mowing the yard here first."

"Don't let us stop you," Karen said finally speaking. "But I hope you don't mind if we just sit here and watch you work," she added.

All I could do was laugh at the two of them, walking over, pulling on the cord and firing the lawn mower up as I began to make my way back and forth across the property.

I had made two full passes not once looking up or over in their direction, but when I did, I accidentally released the handle stopping the mower. I'd expected to see Karen still laying there in the nude as she watched me, I was actually beginning to get used to seeing that, but now Pauline was as well, each of them just sitting there looking at me with smiles on their faces.

Once again I pulled on the cord, firing the mower back up and began making my way down the side of the lawn away from them, smiling outwardly to myself at how wonderfully strange it was to be living here.

Though strange was a mild word to use perhaps as I turned on my row now heading back towards them, once again glancing up. This time I was greeted with something new entirely. Both women now sat with their legs bent at the knee, openly spread with fingers busily twiddling their twats as I turned and began to approach them.

Reaching the end of the yard, I turned passing by, once again looking over and called out above the noise of the mower.

"You ladies enjoying yourselves?" I asked, shaking my head in wonder, though not in surprise at their uninhibited teasing display. "Very much so!" Pauline answered back grinning as she did.

Admittedly, it was wickedly hot seeing the two of them together like that, openly masturbating themselves in front of one another while watching me, and perhaps one another for all I knew. As I continued to move along the backside of the yard, I felt my erection growing, and then grinned inwardly as I approach the far side of the yard, which I knew would momentarily take me out of their sight. I decided in that split second to tease them as much as they were teasing me with a little surprise of my own.

Knowing I had stepped from view, I managed to keep one hand on the mower keeping it engaged, though dropping my shorts, stepping out of them, kicking them off to one side. Now buck-naked, with my hard firm erection leading the way, I continued on along down the side of the yard, once again re-emerging, but this time giving them a nice view of my ass as I continued on making my loop, once again turning and mowing sideways as I faced them. The peals of laughter that I heard told me my surprise had indeed caught them unawares, only then turning looking up as they both clapped their hands in appreciation for my unexpected ploy and daring action.

"Ok, you win," Pauline said as I drew closer, just then finishing the last of the yard. "We thought we would try and break your concentration, but you ended up breaking ours!" she told me still chuckling. "Wish to hell I had a camera!" she added, "Quite the picture you made there pushing the mower along with your prick sticking out in front of you like that!"

"Could say the same for you two myself, not every day I get to see two women sitting side by side fingering themselves while I mow the lawn, though I do think I saw Mrs. Benson standing in the window touching her breasts earlier today when I was mowing hers!"

I saw Karen's eyes widen, her hand reaching up to remove her sunglasses. "Which one is she?" she asked her face suddenly frowning.

I laughed, "Gotcha!" I grinned towards her. "There IS no Mrs. Benson, Mrs. Browning yes, but she's that little gray-haired lady I mow the lawn for.

Pauline laughed at her daughter's obvious real jealousy. "Maybe she is, but I bet she was standing in her window watching you too!" she added. "I certainly would if I was her, even at that age!"

"You know, I think she was too come to think of it!" I said continuing the game though Karen had now caught on, feeling embarrassed in showing her emotions and feelings the way that she had. I walked over picking up my unfinished bottle of beer and drank from it, sitting down as I did. "You know, all fun aside, maybe we really should sit down and talk about all this sometime," I told the two of them. "I really do like it here," I went on, "but the last thing I want to see happen is for anyone to really get upset or jealous about anything going on."

"I'm not jealous!" Karen stated indignantly, though she had crossed her breasts with her arms, affectively concealing them. Pauline sat glaring over at her daughter. "Ok, well maybe just a little bit," she smiled quirkily, but not with you mother...you should know that."

"Yes I know dear," Pauline acknowledged, "But Matt's right. What if he decides to bring another woman home with him some evening? What then? What will you think about that if he does?"

She sat thinking about that for a moment. "Yeah, you're right, I guess it is sort of silly of me to think that he wouldn't sometime, but it has helped me to make up my mind about something else though."

"Oh? And what's that?" I asked.

"Well, before you ever do get serious about someone else, or maybe even mother herself!" She added with a knowing look tossed her mother's way, "which I guess at some point you probably will, that maybe it's time you fucked me first before that happens," she said simply and boldly, though this time surprising her mother as much as she'd surprised me with her statement. "Ok if we have dinner first?" Pauline shot back trying to evade the statement though glancing towards me. "And might be that Matt would like some time to consider your request himself first before making that kind of a commitment to you," she added.

"I wasn't talking about right now!" Karen responded, though catching on her mother was trying to make light of things. "Just sayin...maybe it's time."

"Yeah, maybe it's time we get dinner started too," Pauline said glancing towards me once again as I sat there nursing what was actually an empty beer bottle, not knowing quite what to say about all this. "And you're forgetting something else too," Pauline reminded her daughter.

"No I haven't," Karen said as she stood in preparation of going inside. "I just haven't told him about that yet," she told her mother. "Maybe you can and see what he has to say about it," she finished, and then turned before either one of us could say any more.

"Ok, so...what did I miss?" I asked, obviously there was more, and with any luck I wouldn't be kept in the dark with regards to it either.

"After we eat," Pauline grinned. "I want to have a quick chat with Karen before we continue this any further," she explained. "So perhaps after dinner, we'll continue this discussion and give you a chance to think about things without feeling any pressure from us regarding it."

"It?" I asked myself curiously. "It?"

#

The steaks were delicious, dinner fabulous, though most of it was eaten in silence. It was perhaps the first time since having moved in and having gotten to know the two women that it had ever been like this. And though it certainly wasn't an uncomfortable atmosphere that we ate in, it certainly was a subdued one.

"Ok, so anyone ready to discuss what we'd started talking about earlier?" I asked. There had been sufficient time that I knew they must have spoken about it by now. I had showered, shaved and actually put on some fresh clean clothes by the time I'd begun barbequing the steaks, so I was fairly confident that they must have.

"If you are," Pauline said looking at me, though getting a nod of approval from her daughter simultaneously before she continued.

"Whenever you're ready," I said sitting back in my chair, wondering as I did so what it was I was about to hear.

"Well, let me begin at the beginning," Pauline said trying to find a place to start.

"That's usually the best way to do it," I answered back, trying to ease the sudden tension that had developed for whatever reason.

Pauline smiled, nodding her head. "As you're already well aware of, Karen and I have always had a very open, very honest relationship with one another, perhaps at times too open, and too honest even, at least which most of the people we know would frown upon it, or even find it too disgusting to ever imagine."

She had a point there. Not many people I knew would see their relationship as being a normal one, but I held my tongue waiting for her to continue.

"For example, the day that Karen discovered my toy stash, and decided she wanted to try one for herself, rather than trying to hide that she did, or sneaking off to experiment with it, she came directly to me instead, just as she always had done, and hopefully always will rather than be ashamed or embarrassed to ask me about something, or sit down and discuss it."

"Nothing wrong in that," I reflected honestly. "Too bad more kids can't approach their parents in that way either."

"Exactly my feelings," Pauline agreed. "So anyway, I was there when Karen first came to me, told me she wanted to try out the toy, which wasn't at all that surprising to me when she did, especially since I'd known she'd been openly masturbating for years, just as she knew I did, which again I never tried hiding from her in knowing either."

I didn't speak, just nodding my head in agreement with that.

"But what I'm trying to say here," Pauline paused, "Is that I'm actually the one that helped her break her hymen, so though she's still technically a virgin, never having been with a man before, which I know she's already told you about, it was me that was there to help ease her through losing her hymen, so in that sense...I was her first!"

I realized now what she was saying, telling me. "You actually were the one to penetrate her then, the first I mean, even if it was with a vibrator."

"Yes, she was," Karen finally spoke after sitting there in silence for most of the conversation so far. "And it was because of her gentleness, kindness and considerate caring for me that I made another decision with regards to that afterwards."

"Which was?" I asked.

"Which was...her wanting me to be there with her when she had intercourse for the first time," Pauline said simply. "We talked about it at length for quite some time afterwards." "I can imagine you did."

"Yeah, obviously there would be a few obstacles in trying to overcome if she continued to feel that way, and still want me to be there if and when the time came."

"Obviously," I said seeing several of them already without even expressing them, nor did I need to, as I was sure they'd already done that several times over.

"Not many men would probably understand, or let lone want a woman's mother there when it happened the first time."

"Not many no," I agreed. "Though perhaps a few," I added remembering my own wicked past. "A few perhaps...but the likelihood being, not many would be as understanding or as accepting of it, which is one of the reasons why Karen has waited this long, as she has mentioned it to one or two, all of which thought her to be joking with them, jerking her around when she mentioned it."

"I'm sure, but I'm still trying to see this from your point of view, is it because you're worried that it would hurt? Or that someone might try and hurt you if they got too carried away?" I now asked Karen directly.

She laughed at that, "Heavens no, and it's got nothing to do with that either, which is the part most people don't or wouldn't understand." I waited.

"Like we've shown you, and like few others understand or accept, mother and I have always been close, we've shared a great many things..."

"Like me you mean."

"For one, yes," Pauline interrupted, "But like Karen was saying, this was something she wanted me to be there for, to share it with...her first time. Not because she was afraid, not for any of those reasons which is what most people would think, if they even allowed themselves to think about it or consider it in the first place. She simply...wanted me to be there to share this special intimate moment with her. So you can see now, and perhaps understand why very few would accept it, let alone allow it."

"Ah yes...I see what you mean now," I said finally understanding.

"So the questions remain, Karen has obviously decided she's ready to take that next step, and she's chosen you as the man she wants to do it with. So the first question is, do you want to be that man."

"And the second question is then, would I have a problem with your being there when we do?" "You are correct," Pauline sat looking towards me, waiting for an answer.

I paused for a few moments, for dramatic effect, perhaps I shouldn't have, but I wanted them both to feel like I'd given it reasonable consideration before answering.

"Yes...and No."

They both had confused expressions on their faces for a moment, which I figured they would have by my response.

I laughed, confusing them even more for a moment. "Yes I'd like being that man, and no Pauline...I have NO problem with your being there when it happens, does that clarify my response a little better?"




The Handy Man



"Whew! Well I'm glad that's finally settled!" Karen breathed a sigh of relief. "Now I can relax, and now maybe we can get naughty and have some fun, this evening's been a bit stressful up until now!"

"Wait a minute!" I said jumping to conclusions; you don't mean right here...right now do you?"

"Of course not silly!" Karen said laughing. "Mother and I have obviously discussed this at length, and we both know what we want to do when this happens."

"And where," Pauline interjected. "Which I'll set up now, shall we say for Friday night then if everyone's in agreement with that? That will give Matt two days to think about and make sure it's something he's truly ok with. How's that sound to you Matt?" she asked me.

"Sounds like a plan," I told her. "Just tell me where and when."

"I will, once I've confirmed everything, but now...like Karen just said, let's have a bit of naughty fun ourselves, we can go over the other details tomorrow."

Karen had already begun removing her clothes again as Pauline began to spread out an enormous quilt over the freshly cut lawn, soon after removing her own clothing, as I then began doing the same.

"So, what do you have in mind?" I asked beginning to feel aroused, especially as the more I thought about it, the more wildly erotic it became to me to soon "technically" deflower her daughter, with her there watching me do it. There was certainly something decadently wicked about that for some reason, and it had aroused me rather quickly just thinking about it.

"Well for starters, you're about to lick my pussy the way you licked Karen's earlier," she told me in no uncertain terms.

"And while you're doing that," Karen said coming over to lie down beside me, I'm going to get myself off watching you do it, and then after that..."

I spread Pauline's lips and began doing to her just what I'd done to her daughter as Karen continued on, filling my mind full of all kinds of deliciously wicked thoughts.

#

As strange as this may have been or sounded to everyone else, it was actually starting to make a little more sense to me, enough so at least, that I could understand where they were coming from.

Pauline had booked the "bridal suite" at a local hotel near town, sparing no expense for the room in doing so. And though Karen and I received some really curious looks after checking in, we were still given the royal treatment, though I am also certain everyone thought we'd just gotten married, even with the obvious age difference between us. Pauline was already in the room waiting when we arrived, a wise choice as that had would have been an even harder thing trying to explain, though the bell-boy who had carried our bags up certainly wondered about it when finding Pauline there already waiting for us.

The suite was lavish, including a deep sunken tub right there in the bedroom, which of course is the first thing the three of us tried out together, relaxing and soaking in it, drinking champagne and over all having a rather good time together, though I still felt curiously nervous for some reason, a lot more so that either one of the two girls.

"So, how do you want to do this?" I asked, deferring to the two of them as they'd obviously talked and discussed this countless times already.

"Well, I want to try it all," Karen said excitedly, "If you're up to it that is," she said teasingly. "But for the very first time? On my back so I can see you as you enter me, and...I'd like mom to be there and help put you inside me," she added.

"Ok, that was interesting," I mused. But this was after all, their party.

We soon after climbed onto the bed, Karen comfortably positioned on her back, legs spread with me kneeling between them. Pauline knelt next to me, gently stroking my cock to its full potential in preparation for the more formal deflowering of her daughter.

"Whenever you're ready," I told her then, my cock just about as hard as it was ever going to get with the continued soft stroking of her mother's hand keeping it that way.

"I'm ready," Karen sighed contentedly.

Pauline held my cock against her daughter's cunt, slowly rubbing it up and down against her split in preparation for putting it in once she was well lubricated. It was strange in a way, well in many ways actually, but it wasn't about trying to be gentle with her, not wanting to hurt her or anything, this really was about a first time and nothing more. I'd only deflowered one another woman before in my entire life, and it had been less than satisfying for either one of us to say the least. This...was nothing like that, nothing like that at all. "Feel nice?" Pauline asked her daughter still masturbating her daughter's cunt with my prick. "Oh hell yes!" Karen giggled wiggling her ass upon the bed enhancing the sensation.

"So you ready to feel it go inside you?"

"Fuck yes!" she answered again even more excitedly, which is when I felt the gentle press of my dick head beginning to penetrate Karen's pussy for the very first time. And again, in a way I was still treating it like she was a real virgin, somewhat concerned for her, wondering how this felt, how it was for her as I slowly slid inside, Pauline now having removed her hand, though she'd placed it behind me, gingerly cupping and fondling my balls.

"You ok?" I asked somewhat worriedly.

"Are you kidding?" Karen said her eyes full of wonder, "I'm more than ok...now, shut up and fuck me!"

And fuck her I did. After that, it became a whirlwind of pure erotic lust, Karen turning to be nearly insatiable as we went from one position into another. Pauline for the most part simply watched, though she masturbated herself almost constantly, occasionally reaching out to caress or fondle one or both of us as we fucked.

It was quite a while before she actually joined us, giving and allowing her daughter most of my attention rather than expecting anything for herself, but when Karen decided it was time for her to try being on top, she invited her mother to use the adjacent available space, which just happened to be my face, which she readily and happily accepted, as did I.

Licking Pauline's cunt while fucking her daughters was one of those "too wild to even try to describe" sensations, about all I could do was revel in it. Above me, both women giggled, squealed and moaned passionately, thoroughly enjoying themselves, as was I. Pauline continually dripped her sweet slick syrup into my mouth, which I lapped at with a fervor of a man dying of hunger. Karen meanwhile performed acrobatics on my prick, doing tricks that I for one had never considered or even dreamed of, somehow spinning herself around on my shaft while impaled, as though taking a spin on a ride at the amusement park, which in a way, I'd become.

I don't know how many times Karen came, but it seemed like it was near constant towards the end. I felt the little rivers of her spending shower bathe me, my flesh soon soaked with her climaxes, as one after the other they came, each one accompanied by delightful screams of pleasure, many of which had me wondering if anyone heard us, and if they did, what they were mostly likely imagining at that point.

Pauline too came gloriously, though a bit quieter when she did, not quite doing so in silence, her mewls of pleasure certainly loud enough to be heard, but her body quite often spasmodically convulsing with each orgasm that she herself experienced, whether by my cock, mouth or fingers.

As per Karen's request, I had indeed filled her pussy full of cum the first time that I came. There was no worry of pregnancy, which I had shared with them both beforehand having had a vasectomy a number of years ago. She had requested it specifically for a reason that I neither asked about, nor really understood until later.

And it was interesting to note, aside from a rare touch here or there, there had never been any real incestuous dealings between the two, watching one another masturbate certainly didn't qualify as being incestuous in my book, nor was the occasional fond loving touch here or there, as none of it was done in such a way as to even suggest it.

After I had finished climaxing however, I was indeed surprised to see Pauline immediately lay down upon the bed, Karen just as quickly moving over to straddle her mother's face, not quite sitting directly down on it, nor did I see Pauline make any attempt to place her mouth against her daughter's cunt either, all she did was lay there and wait...mouth open, as slowly the massive amount of my spunk began to drip from Karen's cunt into her mother's waiting open mouth. Once again, I couldn't categorize this as an incestual act, albeit it was indeed a very naughty, very decadent one by any standards. After having watched this for several long minutes, I was amazed at myself when I looked down finding myself hard and very much aroused all over again. Seeing that I was, but for the moment at least, both being very much satisfied themselves, Karen and Pauline soon snuggled up between my legs, taking turns licking and sucking me, passing my prick back and forth to one another as though sharing an ice-cream cone on a hot summer's day. I didn't mind it however, there seemed to be plenty enough to go around as they stroked, licked, sucked and handled my prick until I was once again on the verge of orgasm.

"Here it comes girls!" I said giving them fair warning, then sat up just enough to watch them passing the baton back and forth to one another as it erupted, squirting violently, yet oh so pleasurably as they giggled and laughed hysterically catching my spray.

#

It's been over a year now since I first moved here, very little has really changed in all that time. Karen does date, though she claims she still doesn't have what she calls a "formal" boyfriend according to Pauline, nor has she chosen to fuck anyone else besides me, though I do know she still enjoys her exhibionistic masturbation sessions with her friends.

According to Pauline, she's just as content with the way things are that we are, though she says that when and if the right one comes along, she won't have any misgivings about doing it then, and that it will most likely be the guy she would seriously consider marrying.

For myself, admittedly I am beginning to have feelings for Pauline, more so than just the friendly kind we have expressed and shared together, and she me as well. But for the sake of the situation being what it is, neither one of us has pressed it towards going any further either. There's still plenty of time for all that, and as long as we continue to have the open dialogue that we have had, it remains a very comfortable and satisfying situation.

#

I'd eventually started my own landscaping/handyman business, with Pauline's help, and was now doing pretty well with it, even being able to hire a few employees, which had greatly expanded the business. And...I was still writing as well, enjoying it more now for the simple pleasure rather than for the necessity of it, though it too had supplemented my income quite nicely.

"Writing?" Karen asked coming up from behind me, the feel of her bare breasts pressed against my neck as she stood there telling me in a moment that she was horny again and wanting to fuck.

"Just finished," I answered hitting the save key.

"What's the title?"

"The Handy Man," I grinned turning, drawing her down into my lap where I proceeded to kiss and suck her hard waiting nipples.

She purred contentedly as I did so. "When do I get to read it?"

"You already have," I told her. "You already have." 



The Handy Man



The gazebo was to be built next to the Olympic sized pool in back of the guest house. The guest house was located about 200 yards from the main house secluded by a stand of a combination of palms and hibiscus bushes. This was the most expensive project he had ever undertaken. But, when a wealthy oil magnate asks you to build something and then says he will pay you $5,000 dollars more than you would actually bid the job for, you would be an idiot to turn it down.

The sun was merciless as he putting on the finishing touches of the Gazebo. He had removed his shirt exposing his smooth bronze skin, leaving him to work in just his denim shorts and work boots. Sweat glistened off his upper torso as he worked in the afternoon sun. 

Lost in his work he hadn't notice the green eyed beauty that had decided to lay out to replenish her California tan. She was lying on her stomach with the top of her almost invisible bikini undone to avoid any unsightly tan lines. The thong bottoms were nearly undetectable as the back of it disappeared into the crack of her round curvaceous ass. It was as if she were lying naked for the world, or him, to see.

As he turned to start picking up his tools he noticed her big green eyes staring him down. He was taken aback by her stark beauty and obvious lust in her eyes. 

"You look hot" she coyly said with one eyebrow raised. "Would you like some lemonade?" She asked motioning toward the large pitcher on the table next to her. She stood up not even worrying about the top she left laying on the chaise lounge she was on. She poured him a glass and offered it to him. He almost wasn't aware of the glass, because he couldn't take his eyes off her large magnificent breasts. She touched his chest with the glass. It was cold and it made him jump slightly. "Th-th-thank you" he said shyly. He realized that he was staring and averted his eyes. 

She stood back as he drank down the lemonade in one big gulp. She then took the glass from his hand. Reaching inside the glass she removed one of the ice cubes, and started slowly running it down her chin trailing it down to her chest, encircling each nipple raising them to harden nubs in the hot sun. She then reached out and started to rub the same ice cube across his chest. His breathing became slightly more rapid

"I've been watching you all this last week build this gazebo for my husband?" She said.

"Husband?" he thought to himself, "He must be about 70 years old. She can't be more that 25"

"He had this built for me" She told him. "All I have to do is ask for something and he gets it for me. In return I get to be his little trophy wife. I stoke his aging dick every night until he falls asleep. Unfortunately, that leaves me to satisfy my own needs myself. That gets very lonely. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"

His lust had grown tremendously during her explanation. He knew precisely what she was getting at. He reached out and took her in his rams and kissed her deeply. As their tongues intertwined inside each others mouths his hands were on her heaving tits like he was checking the freshness of a couple of melons. And they were real.

Her hands were also busiy opening the front of his cut offs. After she had them down to his ankles she dropped to her knees and swallowed his manhood. After a couple of attempts she had his dick all the way down here throat, taking him to his root. His hands were lost in her brown locks holding her in position for the most glorious blow job he had ever received. 

After about five minute of fighting off the urge to cum, he picked her up and carried her to the lounge chair. Laying her on her back he deftly removed her thong. Spreading her legs he dove into her honey pot. It was the sweetest tasting pussy he had had in months. She started to writhe under his ministrations. He inserted one then two fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. This caused her to moan uncontrollably. On a whim he stuck the thumb of his other hand up her ass. This took her over the edge to an earth shattering orgasm. 

He allowed her to catch her breath. After which, she took his cock back into her mouth getting him to his ultimate hardness. He then turned her over onto her hands and knees. He inserted his manhood into her waiting love channel. He started slowly sawing in and out of her. She softly started moaning again. He started to hammer into her faster causing her to cry out in ecstasy. "That's right handyman, nail me. Nail me good" she shouted.

He was lost in fuck mode. He started sense she needed something else. He removed his pole and with it lubed up from he natural juices, he started to push it into her back door. "Yes! Yes! Give to me. Fuck My ass!" she demanded. 

He buried himself in her rear opening to his ball. Once there she started rocking against him, fucking his dick with her ass. He matched her rhythm, watching his dick move in and out of her opening. This was what they both needed. He fucked her to her next full body orgasm. It wasn't long after that he started to feel his own eruption getting close. She must have felt it also. 

"I want you to cum in my mouth. I need to taste you" she said with wanton abandon. Once he got close to his own climax he pulled out of her. She turned to face him as he stroked himself to completion. He watch as his own juices splashed across her face. She took his cum on her finger and licked it off. Once he was done she took him in her mouth and cleaned off his slowly softening rod. 

Once they both had recovered form their copulation, she thanked him, making arrangements for them to get together again in a couple of days. She said she needed a few other things around the mansion that needed his expertise. Primarily the bedroom.

The End? 



The Handy Man



I suppose it was an accident. I was not supposed to see it. But after I did, I was never quite the same.

It started out when my wife and I, having just returned from our honeymoon, returned to the new house that was waiting for us. It was a beautiful place in Northern Virginia, a real steal at the price we paid. Four bedrooms, three and a half baths, and a lot of space. We even imagined a basement office eventually, among other things. Sure, it needed work. But it was ours, thanks to the crash in housing prices and the sudden availability of foreclosure properties that came with the crash. 

Unfortunately, I am not much of a handy man, and we had placed every dime we had into buying the house, leaving little for the fixes that were needed. The cash was pretty right, and Lauren wanted a baby. So, we decided to take on a renter—someone who would at least pay enough a month to finance our house-repair budget. And then we struck gold. 

Almost immediately, we had a great response from, of all people, a local contractor. Apparently, he had lived in the area before a recent divorce, and he wanted to stay close to his business. He was thinking of buying his own place, but he was not sure exactly what he wanted. And he was not sure how much he could spend, given his pending hearings on alimony and child support. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and, when he heard what we wanted, he made us an offer we couldn't refuse: he would personally work to re-finish our house at only the cost of materials so long as he could stay there free as long as the work continued. I thought it would not be bad to have an extra person around the house, if anything to protect Lauren when I was away on business. He was quite a bit older than us, but that also made me more comfortable. He didn't exactly seem like the kind of young stud that would try to hit on Lauren, and that made me comfortable too. And so he moved in.

Now I wish I could say he made a move on my wife—because then I would have had a reason to be mad at him. But he did not do anything. He was a real gentleman, and he started work right away. He had a small team that worked on other houses with him, but our house he treated as his pet project. He warned us that he would be planning to work when we were at work, and told us to call to make sure it was safe if we had to come home unexpectedly. He was so good at timing his work to be when we were out, in fact, that I forgot he was working at all. And so one day, upon realizing I left my briefcase at home, I heading back to the house without calling. 

It was only when I got home that I realized he was working. It sounded like he was busy working on my office, which made me smile. What a guy. I went upstairs to get my briefcase, figuring there was no need to disturb him. Then I heard a female voice from downstairs. I suddenly went back downstairs, just to see our handy man come upstairs from the basement. In particularly, it was how he emerged that surprised me.

Before I knew what was happening, he was standing there, wearing only a work-belt and with a massive erection standing out in between the belt's pouches. While he stood frozen for a moment, I couldn't help but stare at his cock—it was clearly uncut, and the foreskin looked incredible covering his penis head. I had not seen many other men, and I had never seen another man erect. So looking at him was the first time I really felt small. 

As he started to stammer an apology, I regained my senses, demanding to know what was going on. What was he doing like that when my wife could be around, I demanded. A second later, I was even more concerned. "Is my wife here?" I yelled, feeling the blood rush to my face. "I heard a woman's voice, so, if she is, I want you out of here!"

To that, he actually cracked a smile, and told me to calm down. There was a woman there, he explained, but only an "assistant." He apologized for being naked, but he confided that he loved working naked. "It's incredible foreplay," he confided, not even bothering to cover his cock. 

Calmed a little, I asked who his assistant was, and he offered to introduce me. So down to the basement we went. When I first saw her, she looked incredibly embarrassed, and tried to cover herself up. She was a neighbor's daughter, barely over 18. She had a rather small chest, but an incredible mat of fluff between her thighs. She was only wearing a work belt too. "Meet Stacy," John said, as if boasting about his catch. "She needed some extra money, so I brought her onto my team. She just loves working with her hands." 

Stacy blushed. "Please don't tell my parents," she implored, sounding so hot that I couldn't believe it. 

"He won't, Stacy, don't worry. Mr. Morgan is nice," John told her, "so why don't you be nice to him. Nobody needs to know." He smiled. And then he added, "And don't worry—it's on the clock."

Before I knew it, she was leading me upstairs, with him telling us to "have fun". I loved Lauren, but I couldn't resist this girl. This was better than any fantasy I'd ever had. When we got to my room, she just stood and stared at me, clearly nervous to be there. "I feel dirty," she said, looking down. Guilt suddenly hit me. "You don't have to do this," I replied, backing away a little." "No, I feel sweaty and dirty from the basement, silly," Stacy said, with a devious little smile. "Can I take a shower first?"

"Sure," I muttered. I was astounded. For years I had tried to get Lauren to have sex in a shower, and Lauren had always refused. So now I figured I had the goods on Stacy, and I was going to take advantage of it. No sooner had she turned on and adjusted the water, and stepped in than I was stripping off my clothes. Looking down, I saw myself at full-mast, but it suddenly struck me how much smaller I was than John. To hell with it, I thought, she won't know the difference. I made my way to the shower.

John had already placed a nice clear glass door on our shower after he moved in, and I spent a little time appreciating it now. Watching her clean herself, and touch herself, as I prepared to join her. It was only when she told me she was almost done that I opened the door, and stepped inside. And she knew just what to do. 

She dropped to her knees, and began to suck me. But I was so aroused that in less than a minute I knew I was close. So I told her to stop, get up, and turn around. I wanted to pump that nice hairy snatch. And she did get up, turn around, and grab my cock to guide me in. But the way she grabbed me, with her eagerness and soft hands, was too much. Before I knew it, I was spewing my cum all over her snatch—but mostly not in it. I didn't even get to feel her pussy walls. She looked sad and disappointed. Turning around, she cutely asked, "Will you at least eat me? I'm so wet." 

For a moment, all I could think of was my cum all over her cunt. But I figured we were in a shower, so it probably was all wiped off. And she did have a beautiful form. I wanted to please her, so I got on my knees and began to lick her. Almost immediately I realized I was tasting myself. But I was tasting her too, and that itself made me more eager. Before I knew it, she was cumming too, and I was happy. When I got up, she smiled innocently and asked "how did I do?" 

Before I could respond, I heard him. 

"Brilliantly, girl. Go wait for me in my room." I turned, and to my horror saw John standing there with a camera. Suddenly I was not so happy about the glass doors. And I wondered how I didn't notice him there before. Sadly, I watched Stacy's ass as it bobbed about leaving my bathroom, taking the camera with her. And there I was, naked before a very clothed and apparently very happy handy man. John broke the silence. "Good job, twig dick. Now you know why you should have called first."

"I thought this was a peace offering," I implored. "You honestly thought I'd let you fuck a girl I worked that hard to tame? You're dumber than I thought then. That girl cost me my kids and my marriage. And now she could cost you your marriage too, if you don't play ball, you ball-less fuck."

I was stunned. I had clearly offended a guy who I had really liked until now. And he only continued.

"And how dare you think you could cum on my girl's cunt. Do you really think I want your seed anywhere near her? Haven't you ever heard of a condom? Shit, I guess we all know now that you are overly sensitive, so a condom might have even let you have fun a little longer. But here's the deal: before you had me for a minor thing, and now I've got you by the balls. And if you want to keep your marriage and your life as you want it, you'll pay. That was your last fuck for a while. Because you're not fucking Stacy again, and you're certainly not fucking Lauren. You cheated on her, and so you don't get the chance. If I hear you even try, she'll get the video and the story."

My heart began to sink. Lauren was very conventional with sex—she wouldn't let me do anything but missionary—but the idea of no sex at all was horrifying.

"What's more, she's going to fuck me. And I'm not going to make the first move." Now I was confused. But since I was just processing it all, he continued.

"You're going to tell her that she needs a real man. And you're going to tell her you saw me and how big I am. I know you liked it. You were practically drooling over my cock earlier, and Stacy will see you drooling over it in a few minutes for real. But you're going to tell her she deserves a real man, and that you're okay with that. And she'll go along, just like you, because she won't be able to resist when you get her to see me. She's used to your little thing, but soon she'll be fantasizing about mine. Now follow."

As I walked to his bathroom, I thought of my options. And I realized I had none. I could try to fight him for the video of me cheating, but I knew I'd lose. And I knew Lauren would leave me. So I just sadly followed him along. In his bedroom, Stacy was waiting, her legs spread apart playing with herself eagerly. She jumped up when she saw him, and gave him a big kiss while I saw his finger explore her pussy. It came out covered with liquid, and he reached his finger to my mouth. "Suck it!" he demanded. And I did, tasting her sweet juices.

"Do you want me to get you ready?" she asked, rubbing his crotch. 

"No, dear, he will," John replied, smiling at her. "Just watch and play, and feel free to tell him what you really think now that we've got him good.

"Mmmmm," she said, "I'm going to enjoy seeing you teach him about real men, just like you taught my Daddy."

I was stunned. He had done this before? With her father and in front of her? What kind of guy was John?

She could see the look on my face, and laughed. "Yes, lil' guy, John has done this before. My Dad did not like me seeing John, so we set up a little trap. I brought a girl friend over, and we played with each other really loudly. We moaned and we moaned..." Stacy was touching herself while she spoke, with her eyes closed as if picturing it. "My Dad came in, surprised. And I begged him not to tell Mom. I told him we'd do anything. And seeing my friend, he told me to leave. And then he fucked her. He was a real pig, tying her to the bed with my clothes then fucking her in the ass. He told her that it would teach her for corrupting his daughter. But instead, we taught him. He has a small penis too," she said, opening her eyes and staring right at me. "My mom still doesn't know, but my Dad knows who the real man is. John can fuck me, and whenever he wants. Dad's even watched. And he's learned to love my creampies, now that John lets him wank himself while he eats them. John was going to tell him not to have sex with my Mom anymore as punishment, but we found out my Mom hasn't had sex with him in years anyway. It really sucks having a small cock. But you know that." She grinned.

Suddenly, I heard a manly whisper in my ear: "on your knees, bitch." I complied.

"Open my fly." As I pulled it down, his cock flew out in my face. He wasn't even wearing underwear. Once again, I was staring at a real pinnacle of manhood. With my right hand, I cupped under his big sack, feeling the weight of his balls. With my left, I cupped the shaft, rubbing it a few times. I could already see a slight bit of precum—this must have really aroused him. Almost instinctively, I went to kiss the head, licking his precum up. "Good girl," John cooed, as Stacy giggled. "You're a natural!" she exclaimed. I began to lick up and down the bottom of his shaft, and then to lick around the head. 

"Take it in, already!" he shouted, and I tried. It was so big that I couldn't take in much, but he held the back of my head and pushed it further. I gagged, but he didn't care. "Get used to it, bitch," he told me, and over the course of the next few minutes I did. I thought that was how it would end, with him facefucking me. I knew I would have come already if I was getting that kind of service. But, as much as he was oozing precum, he was not nearly done. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth, and told me to bend over on the side of the bed. I suddenly realized what he wanted, and just stayed in shock until he literally pulled me up and bent me over. I started to beg him, which just made Stacy laugh. "He's taking your cherry, girl, so enjoy it!" she told me. 

In a rare bit of mercy, though, John asked Stacy to lube me up well, and she did, even caressing my balls while she did it. And then he went in. He was very slow and gentle surprisingly, and, though I felt as if it were splitting me at first, I eventually was fighting off the scary reality that I was starting to like it. Soon I was moaning, which was not helped by Stacy's decision to suddenly start rubbing my balls as John pushed in and out. "Such cute little balls," she said. Somehow, I felt they both were getting a lot nicer. 

Before I knew it, he had me turn around so he could look into my face while we fucked. I could feel my own small penis erect between us, and I could see the more familiar gentle look in his eyes. I closed my eyes to appreciate the sensations. And I felt him start to kiss me. Stacy's sweet hands were now jerking me off as John's tongue explored my mouth. When the kissing stopped, he asked me, "baby, want to go on top?" I slowly nodded, and he told me to say "Yes, sir."

"Yes, Sir. Please."

And there I was, lowering myself onto him. It was like humping my wife, but in reverse. And Stacy kept her hand on my penis tight, so I felt like every time I went up I was fucking her hand. It was wonderful. Finally, I felt him pull me down all the way as I began to feel him spurt into me, and it brought me over the edge. 

"I'm going to cum," I gasped, and I was sad I did, because Stacy quickly removed her hand. My penis began to spasm, moving all over but only dribbling cum to the surface. I needed stimulation, and I was about to jerk the rest out of me, but John sternly warned "don't even think about it." So I just sat there, feeling the cum drying in my tubes as I desperately tried to push it out without touching. I knew it would be painful, but I accepted that. I looked John, all spent, and I realized that, despite everything, it was the best sex I'd ever had. I leaned forward and kissed him, surprising even myself when I said "I love you."

Stacy giggled. And then, when I finally dismounted, John let me eat her out. In the end, the joke was on me. John never had me on camera the first time, and only taped the part in his room. He did want to fuck my wife—and he did—but otherwise, he was happy to let me be after that. But I wanted more. So he still lives with us, and now so does Stacy. Stacy and Lauren love him, and Lauren is now expecting her baby. I'm not the father, of course, but I love the father and I'll be happy raising his children. Just like Lauren.



The Handy Man Ch. 01



My building is having some work done and the contractor they hired is pretty hot. I had my eye on him since he started about month ago. Mark, the contractor, and I have done some flirting but to serious. I went out to check the mail and Mark was working on the hallway we flirted a bit and I loved the fact that he was eyeing me. It was 98 degrees that day and all I was warming was a tight white button down that was tied just below my breast and a pair a black hot pants. When I opened my mailbox a catalog fell out and I bent over to pick it up. I could hear Mark suck in his breath as my shorts rode up showing the bottom of my ass. 

“Would you like to come in for cool a drink?” I asked as I stood up.

“I would love to, baby.” He said and followed me in my apartment. 

I showed him to the living room and went to the kitchen to get some drinks. When I came back he was standing in front of the entertainment center looking at my porn collection. 

“That is quite a collection you have there.” He said. 

“Thank you.” I replied 

“So you like porn do you? What do you like most watching it?” He asked.

“I like all of it, the sucking and the fucking.” I replied 

“Do you like having it up your ass and gang bangs? He ask, I noticed his pants where bulging.

“I have never done either one.” I said “ But I would love to do both.”

“How old are you? And How many guys have you been with” He asked.

“I am nineteen, and I have been with 2 guys.” I said 

“I doubt it,” he said, “I see the way you dress and the way you shake those big tits around.”

“My parents where very strict, I wasn’t allowed to date.” 

“Did any either of those guys get you off?” He asked as he rubbed the bulge in pants 

“No.” I admitted 

Seeing his rub his cock as he asked me all these questions was turning me on. My nipples where as hard as rocks and my pussy was wet. I could feel the sweat trickle down my body. 

“Well, don’t worry I will change that.” he said and started kissing me. 

I could feel his cock pressed against me. 

“Are you going to be my little whore?” he asked as he took off my shirt and then my shorts.

“Oh yes.” I moaned.

“Suck my dick you tramp.,” he demanded

I took off his pants and was shocked at the size of his dick. It was 9 inches long about an inch and a half wide. I started to lick his balls and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. 

“Did I tell you to lick my sack whore? I fucking told you to suck my dick bitch.”

I put his dick in my mouth and he grabbed my head and rammed his cock down my throat. I almost gagged but I did get the message. I sucked his cock for all I was worth. My long red hair was hair was flying.

“That it, you dirty bitch suck my cock. You love sucking dick, don’t you slut?”

I couldn’t answer him with words so I went frantic on his cock. I was sucking it like I was a Hoover and loving it. A minute later he was cumming. I swallowed all of it and fell back gasping my pussy was so wet and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me. 

He stood up and started to put on his cloths.

“Wait!” I said “You can’t leave!” I said.

“Why not?” He asked. 

“Because…you….I” I was confused by the question.

“Did you want me to fuck you?” He asked 

“Then beg me, tramp.” 

“Please,” I begged as I got on my hands and knees in front of him. “Please, I need to feel your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me until raw. I want you to cum all over me. Please let me be your whore.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you really want to be my whore and be fucked only on my whim?” He asked as he put on his shirt. “Tell you what you think about it and come see me when you’re ready. 

And with that he walked out. I sat there for a minute unable to understand what happened. Finally I got my vibrator from under the bed and fucked myself. I came four times before I lay back exhausted.



The Handy Man Ch. 02



For days after my encounter with Mark, the handy man, I was horny. Our little session was on Friday and he had weekends off. I kept hoping he would just show up at my door and every time I thought about him my pussy would drip. I masturbated all the time but nothing seemed to help. I heard him start work at about nine on Monday morning. I had been up since 7:30 getting ready. I crept out of the apartment and snuck up behind him, and rubbed my tits on his back. 

“I am ready to be yours.” I whispered in his ear.

“You think you are but I am not so sure.” He said turning away. “You suck cock like a pro but I need more.

“Well, give me a chance to prove myself.” I said haughtily, “or maybe your not man enough to fuck me?”

He grabbed my arm and thru me against the wall. 

“What did you say?” he demanded 

“Just that maybe you couldn’t satisfy me that’s why you’re playing all these little games.” 

“Oh is that so?” He asked. “We’ll just see about that.” 

He grabbed me by arm and dragged my back to my apartment and he thru me roughly to the floor. 

“Now I want one of those nice slow blow jobs that you give and this time I want you to lick my sack, slut.”

I immediately started to lick his balls. I was sucking on one and then the other when he grabbed my hair again. 

“Now suck my cock you fucking dirty bitch.” He commanded me.

I went down the length of his nine-inch shaft and soon he began to move his hips. His thrusts where so hard that I could hardly breath, but my pussy was so wet that it was dripping down my thighs.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked 

I moaned and sucked his cock with new vigor. 

“Get on your hands and knees whore! I am going to fuck you like the horny bitch you are.” he demanded 

I got my hands and knees and stuck my ass high in the air. He came up behind me and rammed his cock in me so hard I almost flew forward. His cock was bigger than and thing I had ever had in me before. I came almost instantly.

He was sticking it as deep as it would go and then he would take it out ram it back in me. Then I started to thrust my hips back to get it in even deeper. 

“You like that, don’t you whore?” he asked as he sped up his strokes.

I moan loudly and he grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back. 

“Answer me when I talk to you tramp.” He ordered. “You like it don’t you?”

“OH FUCK YESSSS.” I screamed. He still had a hold of my hair and was ramming my pussy the whole time.

“Yeah, I bet you love it a dirty little slut like you. Do you love it when I treat you like the whore that you are?” he asked. 

“I LOVE BEING YOUR WHORE.” I moaned. 

He was beginning to pant and his rhythm had changed. I knew he was going to cum soon. I tried to hold out but I came again. Then he pulled out and flipped me on my back. 

“I want you to suck me off.” He said 

I gobbled his cock and soon he was shooting wads of his hot cum down my throat. The way his cum tasted as it mingled with mine was like a drug. I sucked all of the cum out of him and whimpered. 

“Do you want more?” He asked.

“Oh yessss, I want your cock in me again.” I whined still unsatisfied. 

“What a nasty fucking slut you are. I know what you need.” He said as he put on his cloths. 

He walked out of the room and when I tried to follow him he told me to stay in the bedroom until he came and got me. I heard him leave the apartment and he returned a little later. I heard a drill from the other room; I was curious but still wet. I laid down on the bet and started to play with my pussy. I was so immersed in what I was doing I never heard the drill stop of him come back in. 

“Fucking horny bitch I can’t leave you alone for twenty minutes with out you touching that cunt of yours. Get over here.” He demanded.

I got up and he took me to the bathroom and shaved my pussy. 

“I want that sweet cunt of yours to ready for later.” He said. He took me out of the bathroom and into the living room. I saw that he had put hooks in the ceiling and floor and there where ropes attached them. He tied my ankles with the ropes and then tied the ropes to the hooks on the floor so I couldn’t move my legs. Then he tied my wrists to the ropes in the ceiling hooks and tied the ends to the hooks in in the floor. I was spread eagle and unable to move. Then he opened the curtains so that anyone who looked in could see me. When he was done he came over and started to rub my pussy.

“Oh yeah you love being tied up so everyone can see what a fuck nasty little whore you are, don’t you?” he asked 

“Yes. I love being your slut.” I said as he rubbed my clit.

“I’ll be back later with a surprise.” He said and gave my clit one last rub as he left.