2 comments/ 116470 views/ 4 favorites Just Hanging Out By: Hornyman69WithU It was a sweltering hot Saturday afternoon in July, and I had finished doing the yard work. Some of the lawn tools needed basic maintenance—nylon string for the weed whacker, oil on the grass and shrub sheers, a new blade for the edger—so I'd been back and forth from the basement where all the related stuff was stored. I had one final chore, sharpening the mower blade, before downing a few ice-cold beers and getting cleaned up. So, I'd taken the mower to the back part of the driveway and propped it up on bricko blocks to get at the blade when I saw this never-been-at-all-friendly neighbor gal, Patty, walking her enormous German Shepherd down the sidewalk. She's a good-looking, short, dark-complexioned brunet in her early-to-mid-30s who walks like she's got ben-wah balls in her pussy and moves her lips in a way that suggests she gives great head. The thing is, that canine is so large and aggressive that it keeps practically ALL forms of life at a distance. Even if you have the courage to disregard the dog, she's always been the type who won't speak or even look your way unless you say something first, and even then, she snaps a pithy "Oh, hi," and acts like you've somehow intruded. Nevertheless, I watched her sashay her sexy little self past the end of my driveway as I squatted down on the sizzling concrete waiting for the Liquid Wrench to take effect on the stuck blade bolt. I'm sure I was smiling simply from the pleasure of looking at her, but I didn't even bother to wave, much less say "hello," given her prior responses to me. Then the dog, which appeared to be looking right at me and was tugging hard at the leash, "got away," though it didn't exactly seem like an accident. Now I'd be lying if I told you I was not afraid of a 150-lb. police dog charging straight for me, but she called him to a halt just before I made a mad dash for the nearby back door. Patty ran up my drive, got the leash back in her hand, and walked on up with the dog to me, apologizing and being extraordinarily friendly and conversational. She sure looked like Patty, but this was a whole new--and greatly improved--persona. Now if I ever looked worse, I don't remember when it was. I mean, it was 95 degrees, and I was hot and sweaty with dirt literally caked on me, along with thousands of bits and pieces of grass and shrub clippings, and smudges of grease from the power tools. She was just smiling so big, chatting it up and quite obviously enjoying herself. So very, very different, in a very, very good way. Now men like me who are horny 99.9% of the time have to be careful about not over-interpreting women's intentions when they may simply be no more than friendly, but I was getting extremely strong signals she had other things on her mind. As she gestured, she kept touching herself a lot, including her breasts. They were not big--B-cups I'd say--but had a really nice swoop to them, and terminated in tiny dark nipples situated just north of center. Being that she was obviously bra-less with dark skin, and was wearing a thin, white, spaghetti-strap top, I could see those nice boobs pretty well, assisted by the moisture of her perspiration in the blazing sun. Shortly, she sat down in the shade on the back steps, only about 6 or 7 feet from me, still squatting by the mower. She was wearing short-short cut-off jeans, and being that she sat on the first, short step up from the driveway, it made her knees buckle up and out. This put her crotch in my direct sight line, and I could see that there was at most about 1 inch of denim covering her pussy. I tried to not be obvious about staring, but I was staring nonetheless. Telling an excruciatingly detailed story about her dog recently being mated with another in heat, she gradually opened her legs wider, revealing an ever increasing proportion of outer labia, hairless and bulging hard against the edges of the denim. She even touched herself, albeit very quickly, several times there. Now I became aware of my own sexual organ, blood filling it fast, and it felt, well, particularly "present." So, I glanced down only to discover that it was hanging out, now half-hard, along with my balls, in complete view! I was wearing some old, and I mean OLD, nylon running shorts, the kind with the built-in inner liner, which had long ago lost its elasticity, no shirt, and filthy socks and yard shoes. I had not moved since I first saw Patty and the dog out at the sidewalk, and I only then realized that Patty had seen my cock hanging out from the get-go, and that had to be what had brought her back to me in the first place and caused her to be oh-so-friendly. Geez, I thought to myself, had I known a genital display would get this reaction, I would have done it on purpose a long time ago! She had on dark, wrap-around sunglasses, so I could not see what her eyes were looking at, but from the way her head was pointed, and all the sexy little things she'd said and done already, I judged it reasonably certain she'd like me to just let it hang (though with increasing rigidity, it was "hanging" less and less). She might even have something more than looking in mind. The next thing she did left little doubt. The giant shepherd was panting, and Patty asked if she could get him some water, and I said, "Sure," so she got a bowl I used to soak wood chips for the grill in and used the hose to fill it up. She said, "I'm really hot," and I said, with a wicked grin, "I'll say," and I guess that's all the encouragement she needed, for she proceeded to hold the hose right over her head and let the cool water soak her--almost fully revealing her nice ta-tas and bringing those scrumptious little dark nips up to even harder points. Wow, what a sexy babe! Then she grinned and cackled, and turned the hose on me full force, which led to a bit of a tussle that "accidentally" involved my hands or her tits and ass. I suppose that gave her the full-steam ahead, for she reciprocated by pressing herself against me with one hand on my butt and the other firmly wrapped around my stiff cock. Now, what I did not mention earlier, and is of particular relevance, is that my mother and I live together. Yes, you read correctly. I am an only child, my father is deceased, she is elderly and very ill, and there is simply no one else to care for her. It just makes sense for us to reside in the same home. If there's a woman I want to have sex with, well, it's a her-place type of thing. But even though Patty lives only a block away, with her hand on my stiff cock, I figured it was time to act, like RIGHT THEN. So, with the entrance to the basement just inside the back door across the kitchen, I figured we could go down there. Looking down the steps, I asked her, with intentional double entendre,"Would you like to go down?" Removing the sunglasses and taking a studied stare at my crotch, she licked her lips, sucked the shades' ear piece, and said, "Sounds good to me!" She got her dog some more water and tied him to the back step handrail in the shade, then ascended the steps and took my extended hand. So, down the steps we went, closing the door behind us, to the basement. If my mother did hear something down there, she wouldn't think twice about it, as I had been down there several times earlier retrieving tools for the yard work. Now this is not a finished basement with a bed and all the accoutrements of home; it's a dreadfully damp dungeon where all kinds of stuff is stored. When I got to the bottom, I turned around to kiss Patty, still a step up, but at that moment, she was pulling the scant, wet top over her head, revealing magnificent little boobs and a tan-all-over torso. Gee, I hate it when than happens! Then we locked lips, and my being so much taller than she, she was dead even with my face. How convenient. Man, could she kiss good—firm and active with probing tongue and zestfully nibbling my lips while squeezing my buns with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. Shortly, she kissed her way south, peeled off those wet old running shorts, and gobbled Mr. Johnson into her mouth. I rather liked her forwardness, to put it mildly! So Patty is sitting on the stairs sucking me so fine as I stand there just below the ground-level window and notice that the lawn service crew is now tending the next-door country club grounds, which start where the side edge of my driveway ends. The little Mexican guy goes by on the riding mower, sees me (but I didn't think Patty), and nods, smiling. I smile back and wave, chuckling out loud at the comic contrast of the situation: they work so hard up there while I play so easy down here. Anyway, back to Patty's BJ. She was really going at it full tilt boogie—using both twisting hands to full effect, licking and nibbling every square millimeter of my shaft and scrotum, slurping loudly, making a champagne-cork-like "pop" every time she'd pull her high-suction mouth off the end of my never-been-harder rod, and just generally enjoying herself. I was generally enjoying it, too! I got the distinct impression she had not done this in a really long time, and, given her usual off-putting demeanor, it was no wonder. Of course, I was happy for her to make up for lost time on me! Well, I couldn't keep my hands off those boobs for long, so I went to work on them, which, if it were at all possible, made her give head even more vigorously. As I said before, they were not at all big tits, but they were really nice B-cuppers with a perfect down, out, and then up to the nips shape. They were extraordinarily soft and pliable, with very hard, very dark nipples pointed slightly upwards. I was twiddling them quite firmly, and she liked that treatment, goading me on to pinch and pull on them even harder. I wanted to suck and bite them, get a whole tit in my mouth, but, of course, that would mean breaking off the superb blow-job. Decisions, decisions! As I pondered this, the lawn guy came by again, only this time very slowly with his partner riding shotgun on the mower. They had very big, fun-loving smiles on their faces. I momentarily found myself stereotyping them as Tequila-happy Hispanics when I followed a bar of sunshine through the window and realized they could, in fact, see Patty's head slurping shlong. Now this added to the excitement for two reasons: First, they're having a jolly old time voyeuring a good-looking gal giving head. Second—and this is the real kicker—Patty is the country club's second-in-command, so THEY KNEW EXACTLY WHO SHE WAS—THEIR BOSS!!! Naturally, I decided to have a little fun with this. I pulled Patty up to a standing position and down a step to the basement floor, sideways to the window above, and started chewing on those tits. They were, well, tasty! From the way they were shaped, I could get an entire boob in my mouth and suck it deep into my throat, then do the other one, then push them together and suck on both nipples at the same time. Patty's tits were great, underlining what I already knew—bigger is not necessarily better. In a minute or so, the yard crew comes around again, this time all three of the little fellows, and—smartly--with no noisy power tools in tow to attract attention. Standing on their tip-toes at the very edge of my drive (Did they think INS agents would nab them if they crossed the "border?"), they could now see her whole upper body, and from the looks on their faces, they were certainly enjoying the view. Since I had her sideways to them, and she was looking down anyway at my oral work on her tits, she never even noticed them. With my boob work getting her hornier than ever, she slipped her thumbs inside the waistband of the soaking-wet cut-offs and wriggled them off her hips, dropping them to her ankles. Woe!!! Not only was she panty-less, she had a totally bare pussy so smooth that it must have been shaved only an hour ago, and her mons, like my cock, was so filled with lusty blood that it was pooched out over a pussy that could not have made its desires more clear had it opened its lips and screamed, "Lick me, suck me, fuck me now." Wanna know what I did next? Well, I assume you do, and I'm anxious to tell you, but first allow me to describe Patty's amazing pussy. It was a "front-loader." I came up with that term many years ago when I was seeing this gal April, the only other chick I've ever experienced with this kind of pussy. You see, a front-loader is one that is located not in the normal location between the legs, but rather farther up, on the front of her crotch, so that, facing her flat-footed, you can easily slip your cock right into her with her only slightly parting her upper thighs. You can load her from the front. Ergo, a front-loader And Patty had such a wide expanse of dark, mucous membrane surrounding extra-thick outer labia, with inner labia even pooching out into sight, that, coupled with her diminutive frame, she appeared to be all pussy. And as I mentioned, it was shaved completely smooth, and now glistening wet. It was truly a take-your-breath-away, goddamlookatthatsombitch sight! But enough about appearance. It was time to check out what it FELT like. But I had a dilemma: I wanted to both pleasure her and myself while continuing the show for the Latinos. So, if I ate or fucked her from the front—the obviously natural thing to do given her front-loader configuration—then in order for the yard men to see, she would be facing the window and certainly spot them. I am not such a dedicated showman that I'd risk losing this fine piece of ass soley for their benefit! Fingering her love canyon, I scanned the basement. Aha! The wooden saw horse—a perfect bend-her-over-it accessory I quickly dragged over for maximum licking/fucking/look-at-this-fellows! placement. I'd stapled carpet to the top rung to prevent scratches for a recent carpentry project, so bending her over at the waist over it, I knew Patty didn't have to worry about splinters in her belly. "Oooh, I think I'm really going to like this!" she said as I watched the odd look of her facial lips speaking upside down, her dark, wet hair dangling on the concrete floor. The saw horse could not have been at a better height had I specifically cut it for this very purpose, as she could just keep her feet on the floor while comfortably resting her hips on the carpet-padded 2 X 4. Also, this afforded me (and my "guests') not only terrific access to her mega-cunt, but also to her tits, which gravity was pulling down towards her shoulders in a peculiarly captivating form. And so I began lapping at that gorgeous, giant, gushing gash. Oh my, was this ever good pussy! So tasty, so wet! I pulled those big lips through mine like a kid eating his first spaghetti dinner and gnashed them through my teeth like a slice of prime rare filet. Patty loved it and was quite vocal though thankfully not too loud with frequent, "That's it, bite me, chew those lips, oooh yeah!" and "Suck that clit real hard like a crab leg!" I especially liked that one; she must be a seafood lover. "Perhaps a bit of 'COCKtail sauce,' Patty?" I offered. She had a big orgasm, and although I could have had oral fun on her pussy for hours, my knees were getting numb on the concrete floor, so I stood up and slid my raging hard rod back and forth through her oversize labia, using my hand to slap it forcefully on her swollen, pulsing pleasure knob. "Stick that tool in me and screw me!" she pleaded. I gave her only three, slow, all-the-way-in and all-the-way-out strokes, and then twiddled her clit while deciding what to do next. With my back to them and busy with Patty, I'd momentarily forgotten about our "audience," until I looked over my shoulder to see that they had finally crossed over the drive and had their grinning faces pressed up against the window. They were fortunately silent, only they were giving me vigorous thumbs-up signs and some other gestures that I could not make sense of—at first. As long as I fiddled with Patty's twat, she was happy, so that's just what I did while gradually interpreting what my new south-of-the-border friends were trying to convey. They could see not only Patty, but also a lot of the stuff in the basement, and were pointing and then trying to make hand-signs of what they were referring to. I finally got it: They were suggesting various hardware implements to use on Patty's pussy! Hilarious!!! I liked these guys, and I'd never even spoken with them! The top drawer of my tool chest was open where I'd gotten the file for the mower blade, so, as suggested, I picked up the big flat head screwdriver by the business end and inserted the thick plastic handle in her love hole. "Patty, you just said you wanted a 'tool' stuck in you and to be 'screwed, so how'd you like this screwdriver?" "I like it! I like it! I like it!" she repeated, so I jacked it back and forth in her love hole as I twirled the ribbed handle around and around. Before that got old, I took the advice of the littlest Mexican, and tried out the speed wrench, affixing ever larger deep-well sockets (both standard and metric, for that special international flair, don't you know), making sure she got the full effect of the repetitive clicking as I turned each one inside her. She really loved that vibration and even seemed to like that the sockets were bracingly cool when they first went in, and, of course, that each successive one was a bit bigger. I really wanted to keep increasing the socket size, but I keep the really large sockets in the bottom of another tool box too far away to reach, so I dipped my own tool back in her and slowly fucked her a bit more, she ooing and aahing as I craned my neck back to see what the Tres Chicanos had in mind next. It took me several minutes to discern their next idea, as they themselves, already silently laughing at it to the point of holding their sides, were having trouble communicating it to me. Then the pock-faced guy turned and pointed his ass (clothed, of course) toward me and began miming with his arms something to and from his butt while the fat enchilada kept pointing over at the shelf with all the plumbing tools. I realized he was pointing at the "plumber's friend," the wooden-handled things with the red rubber cup used to unclog toilets. At first, I thought they meant put the handle in her pussy. Not a bad idea, but not particularly inventive, and rather slim for Patty's pussy. Then it hit me: Suction-cup the rubber end to her bun! And there were two brand new ones just alike (Buy one, get one free deal). I would suction one to EACH butt cheek!!! Now the mere mental picture of that already had me in stitches, so I withdrew Mr. Johnson from Ms. Pattypuss to go get them. Returning with one in each hand, she said, "Just what the hell do you intend to do with those?" "You'll see. Now bend back over." I instructed, unable to suppress my giggles. Heretofore, I have not described Patty's bottom, but let me say it was not exactly small. In other words, plenty of room for plungers. It was nevertheless one very fine, cute ass, almost perfectly round and meaty. But not nearly as cute as when I stuck those toilet plungers smack dab in the middle of each bun! Her butt skin was damp from the high humidity down there and all the sex action, and that ensured the plungers stayed put. In fact, I discovered that the plungers were stuck so well to her buns that I could grasp their wooden handles to not only pry her butt cheeks way apart to expose her ass and pussy, but also to push and pull them in other directions to make odd shapes. Then, I slipped my cock back ball-deep in her pussy, banged her hard, and stuck a nearby swiveling 3/8- to 1/2-inch drive adaptor, still greasy from the last time I'd used it, in her butt for good measure. Now just picture this: I've got a foxy-looking, snooty country club manager naked in my basement bent over a homemade sawhorse, and I'm shagging her huge pussy doggie with a chrome tool in her ass while toilet plungers wildly wobble on both her buns as three of her guffawing employees—complete strangers to me—watch through the window. Just Hanging Out This story was initially stimulated by a friendship which began on the Literotica Bulletin Boards some years ago. Sweet Bee began her tale of new friends after discovering online that some minds truly think alike: You've come over to watch the new video I'd discovered, they didn't have a copy of "Kimberly, Princess of Pain" in your town, so on a whim I'd invited you to see it with me. "Come on over, but dress casual, the AC is on the fritz, and the house won't cool down for a while." It was an unusually hot day so I had the drapes and windows open in the bedroom to let the night air in, you could see out into the back yard and just make out the apartments behind the house. I knew with lights on inside the bedroom my anonymous neighbors would be able to make out what was happening inside so I had all the lights off and just the television on. I share the house with my twenty-something daughter who comes and goes unexpectedly, so watching this kind of video in the family room was out of the question. I know you fairly well, we've talked a million times on Literotica chat so I don't feel any need to be cautious around you even while watching Kimberly writhe in ecstasy as she is flogged. The woman is not acting, there are orgasms pulsing out of her on command. I've been quite turned on myself watching her. Once you arrive, I led you directly to the back of the house. I'd had a lock installed on the bedroom door to maintain some privacy while indulging in my taste for kinky porn. You have a teenage daughter yourself and you've made sure she doesn't know a thing about Daddy's penchant for a bit of bondage and domination. Our commitment to our children was a bond we'd shared online so I never thought twice about clicking the lock once you'd walked through the door before me. The video proves as arousing for you as it has always been for me. We're both catching our breath as we watch Kimberly restrained in chains while she is brought to several orgasms. I realize my panties have become damp and my clit is throbbing in response to the imagery on the screen. I'm worrying that you'll catch my scent. Not sure how to handle that, I excuse myself to use the master bathroom which is 10 feet from the bed and beneath the loft which rises over the back third of the master suite. While I am attempting to freshen up behind the bathroom door, you notice that there are matching hooks embedded in the beam which marks off the beginning of the loft's flooring. I've hung some small ferns there but they are designed to be removable for watering. Without hesitating you move the plants to the top of a bookshelf leaving the 3 foot sections of chains behind. It's obvious these were placed in response to the bondage fantasy I've carried around in my head since first viewing the video. Although I would never admit it openly, you suspect that a bit of domination wouldn't be unwelcome after the arousing video. Luckily you have always been flexible. You're ready to improvise no matter what my overt invitation might have been. "You know I've always wondered how this bondage thing would work outside of a dungeon," you mumble, as if to yourself. I've come out of the bathroom flustered to find you staring up at the dangling chains. "I hope you don't mind but I noticed you had these hooks installed for your plants. They got me thinking.. if I put some like them up in my bedroom at home, this might just work with my next play date. What do you think?" Of course, I'm not sure how to reply, my heart is pounding so loudly I'd swear it was trying to jump out of my chest. "Only thing, they seem a bit far apart. I'm not sure I could actually restrain someone safely like this. Could you possibly help me try out the placement since you're about the height of most of my play partners?" I can't think of any reason to say no and tension between us is rising. I can't help notice something else is rising as well. Your comfortable shorts seem just a little less uncomfortable. I can barely get my response out. "What would you like me to do?" You smile knowingly into my eyes as you offer me a hand. "How about this, princess,...grab one of these chains and just walk carefully towards the other. I'll help you grab ahold of the second one. Let's see if you can reach it, shall we?" I'm not aware that you've noticed a set of locking silver bangles on the dresser and now have them in your pocket, looking for the right moment to link one around each wrist and attach it to these convenient chains. I wrap my hand around one chain and raise my left arm diagonally towards the beam. With your help I can just reach the other chain. "Let me make this a little more comfortable by adding some slack. If you just slide your hand through here we can see if handcuffs would help." Before I realize it, you've clicked the bracelet shut capturing both my wrist and a link in the right chain. I don't feel as tautly stretched as before so don't notice I'm restrained, not until you move quickly to my right hand and repeat your maneuver with the other silver bracelet. Now it hits me. I won't be able to get out of this position without your help. My arms are firmly restrained. Those are the overhead bondage points I installed myself. All of a sudden, I remember the door is locked and I have good reason not to raise a fuss or draw attention to my plight. You've already turned off the television but the memory of Kimberly's orgasmic moans is burned into my brain. To add to my arousal you begin lighting candles in the darkened room. I'm facing the window I'd left open to catch the cross breeze. Should anyone from the apartments happen to look over, I'd be backlit and fully on display. You walk up behind me, whispering in my ear. "You look so deliciously vulnerable, sweet princess." I shudder at the reference to our amateur porn star, knowing I'm at your mercy entirely. Slowly you run your hands up my arms to my finger tips and down again, you lightly kiss and lick me on the neck. I start to sigh and moan. All of a sudden I feel weak with desire. Your hands reach around and massage my breasts until I lean back against you. As you feel my nipples getting harder and harder, you suddenly reach up to the neckline of my Tshirt and rip it in half stripping me bare, exposing my naked quivering breasts. "Oooooohhhhh" I moan as the night air hits me. Your hands reach into your other pocket and before I can react, you have pulled my left nipple taut between thumb and forefinger and attached a clover clamp. As I gasp, you grasp my right nipple fastening the other clamp there. I bite my lower lip as you tighten each one just within the level you sense I can bear. The chain which links the clamps dangles across my ribcage giving the slightest pull to my nipples. I moan as you lift it, pulling my nipples up, millimeter by millimeter, as I rise on my toes to follow that pull. I stand balanced this way for seconds before you release the chain and it drops down tugging my nipples downward. I gasp a little louder but lower my heels back down to the carpet. "Good girl! " You drop down before me and begin to massage the calves that were straining just a moment ago. It feels so good to have you rub the kinks out of the calves that I sigh contentedly. Your hands slowly stroke their way up my inner thighs across the fronts of my spandex shorts. You use your hands to massage my quads as your thumbs stroke the inner thighs almost absentmindedly. As I appear to relax under your hands you move to the backs of my thighs, massaging upwards towards my ass. Your stroking becomes firmer as you reach my ass and you massage each cheek independently of the other, working the muscles beneath the surface and pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them together. My breathing has become shortened as you continue with your massage and gradually your fingertips hook over the waistband of my shorts and begin to lower them. Very slowly the cheeks you have been working are exposed. You grasp the waistband and lower it very very slowly until the elastic is just barely covering the top of my pussy. I hear your belt as you slide it from your shorts. The sound makes me shudder in anticipation of your next move. I feel your hand glide over my bare ass and without warning, you spank the left cheek firmly. I flinch and try to turn but you are too quick and my right cheek feels the impact of your hand as well. You stroke me again and murmur; "There, there, that wasn't so bad was it?" I nod but I know you still have the belt in your hand. I feel both disappointed and relieved as you walk around to face me. "You need to help me now." You lift the chain which links the clamps. I find it is long enough to just reach my lips if I don't move my head up any further. "We don't want these in the way. Open your mouth and hold onto these until I tell you to let them go." I think I know what you intend and so I hold the chain firmly between my lips to avoid any further demonstration of how vulnerable I am here. The pull is just barely perceptible. You show me the belt you have been holding and take the end and slowly drag it between my breasts and then underneath each one. As you look steadily into my eyes, you begin to spank the sides of my breasts gently with your belt. The pause between a stroke against my right breast and against my left breast is imperceptible. Soon you are slapping the underside of each breast as well, working in a circle around each one. I start to feel a warmth building and long to feel even greater heat. "Please..., " I whimper, "more." You move around my breasts increasing the intensity of your spanking. I am so hot from the attention given to my breasts that I start to move my head back to expose myself further to the pleasure, The pull on the chain as I arch my neck higher, sends sparks directly to my clit and I begin to rock on my toes to the sound of your belt. "Let go of the chain now!" I moan loudly as I let it fall from my lips, its downward motion pulling on the clamps. Somehow that is longer enough to bring forth a gasp. As I drop the chain, you begin spanking the top sides of my breasts, gently but repeatedly without let up. I am panting and sweating. You know I am close to cumming and you don't want that. Your belt stops its rain of blows to my breasts and you lift my chin and give me a long sweet kiss. "Very good, sweet princess." You walk behind me and brush the hair away from the nape of my neck, stroking me from my shoulder down to my exposed ass. I am trying to catch my breath and prepare myself for your next torment. I feel the belt caressing my back and then my ass. Softly but firmly you begin to spank my cheeks with the leather. You move from side to side taking care to make sure the strokes land on my ass. I feel a familiar heat rising there and begin to move my ass toward you. The elastic waistband keeps my thighs together and my ass held closed. You begin to see the problem with that but are not ready to move on. Instead you walk before me and begin a quick volley of light strikes against my lower belly. When you are satisfied with the rosy glow, you drop the belt. I moan in disappointment. Eager to lend assistance (and inspired by the story's plot, sourdoughken offered to contribute his unique perspective to our tale of friendship: I drop to my knees in front of you and begin pulling your shorts down slowly. When your pussy is exposed I can see the wetness beginning to trickle from between your swollen lips. The sweet aroma of your sex hangs in the air, filling my nostrils. I pull the shorts to your feet and you step out of them. In doing so you raise one leg high and move the knee outward, making sure I can see your open pussy. With your feet back on the floor you spread them apart. I lean forward darting my tongue out against your clit, making you moan. You push your hips toward my mouth, hoping I won't stop. "God please let me cum now." "All in good time my sweet princess, all in good time." I pick up the belt again and start slapping the inside of your thigh working my way upward, your legs spread apart as far as they will go. When I get to the junction of your legs I take the edge of the belt and rub it between your lips soaking the end of it. Then rub the rough edge against your clit as I pull it outward. I start at the other knee, repeating the process. This time though I stick a few inches of the belt into your pussy and move it in and out. Your hips try to lower your body down on it but the chains won't let you move much. You're panting and sweating more now and I strike your clit with the belt. Then I work back up your belly and breasts. I stop for a moment and tie a small knot in the chain of the nipple clamps. "Open your mouth please." I place the chain once again in your mouth and this time it's much shorter than before. "Now slowly lean your head back." You let out a loud moan as the clamps bite against your nipples pulling your breasts higher than before. I begin hitting your breasts again on the bottoms, working in circular motions around them. Your nipples are a bright red now and getting redder by the minute yet you move your head from side to side making one breast move then the other. "You know you're not allowed to cum without permission, don't you? I think you may need to be punished a little for that. Hmm, let's see....what should your punishment be? More spanking?" Quickly you nod your approval, pulling on your breasts again. "I think maybe you'd better drop the chain, I think you like it much too much." I walk around behind you again and take you in my arms, kissing your neck. I reach up and take both swollen breasts in my hands and rub the nipples in my palms. You push your ass against my hard cock and grind into my groin. Sweet Bee could not help but take their story to its conclusion: You lower your shorts and step out of them so that I feel the tickle of your pubic hairs against my rosy cheeks. You begin to stroke my ass with your cock, every now and then sliding it in between my cheeks and down towards my wet pussy. Your hands against my tender nipples are driving me crazy so I thrust my breasts against them while raising my ass even higher towards you. I try to capture your cock as you keep stroking me with it but you just draw back each time I think I have you caught between my cheeks. Your hands slide down my breasts now and I shiver as they stroke my torso slowly approaching my dark curls. I lean my head back against your shoulder as I feel you trace your fingers along the area between my wide open thighs. Pussy juice is flowing as my waiting clit throbs in time with my heart beat. You draw lazy circles on my inner thighs, just barely touching my labia as I moan next to your ear. I am so close, but you know this. "Don't cum yet, you're not ready, my sweet little slut." "Please....." You just continue teasing the area around my pussy with your slow strokes as you hear my breathing get more and more labored. Again you begin moving your cock in between my thighs, sliding towards my pussy. My ass is arched towards you but you bend over me. Your fingers pull open my lower lips taking all the wetness spilling from my pussy and spreading it all around my clit never touching it. I am whimpering as the throbbing gets more and more intense and my need to cum more urgent. You carefully slide just the head of your cock inside my pussy and hold me tightly so I can no longer move against you. "Don't you move!" you warn, "or I'll stop right now." My legs are trembling as I fight the urge to push against you even knowing you overpower me. You circle your fingers around my wet throbbing clit and at the top of the circle you pull the hood up exposing the center of my entire universe. You slide the hood slowly up and down, never touching my clit directly, creating an incredible heat which spreads throughout my pussy. "Oh God, pleeeeease let me cum......." I'm begging desparately as I feel your cock pulsing just inside the entrance of my pussy. "Just a little longer, princess, you can do this." My whole body is fighting the urge to push back against you and forward towards your fingers. You know I don't have much left, I will cum whether you allow it or not if you don't give me permission soon. You consider taking my ass while I'm so close to cumming but decide that's best left for another time. "Here's what I want you to do," you whisper in my ear, "squeeze my cock as hard as you can....but don't cum yet." I whimper, you know this makes me cum, you can't mean it. "I caaaaaaan't, " I wail. "You will, or I'll leave you here until tomorrow morning when the gardener comes to service the back yard." "Oh god, pleeeeeeeese, don't make me....I'm going to cum if you do." "Patience, my sweet princess. You know you have to earn your orgasm. Now do as I say or face the consequences." I whimper but you repeat your command. "NOW!!" I begin to squeeze the head of your cock. I'm shaking with tension, trying not to cum, as you suddenly thrust deep inside my pussy and whisper loudly. "Yesssssss, squeeze me sweet sweet slut......hard, harder." You begin to move in and out of me still holding my clit exposed. My cunt is wet and open and juice is pouring out as I use my inner muscles to bring you to climax, I start to feel the beginnings waves of my orgasm about to overtake me. You sense I've reached my limit and grant me permission to release. "Cum now, my sweet little slut, cum for me, let it all go..." "Oh god, oh god, oooooooooh...." I begin cumming as you continue pounding me with your hard cock, one orgasm followed by another, your cock setting up waves of pleasure through my cunt. I don't think I will ever stop and just before you cum yourself you loosen the nipple clamps and release them from my breasts. The sudden rush of blood to these sensitive buds, throws me through the sobbing pain into a second series of orgasms centered on their connection to that throbbing little button between my legs. You feel the spasms in my cunt as your cock pumps deep inside me to deliver your load to my hot pussy. Before I come to my senses you have removed the bracelets and carried me to the bed. "There now, that wasn't so bad for your first time in chains, was it?" I just moan as your hands continue to stroke my trembling body. Tiny aftershocks still comes in waves as my heartbeat attempts to slow down. Who could have predicted I'd end up just hanging out with you in this very way tonight. Just Hanging Out I could not keep myself from laughing. In fact, I was laughing so hard it almost hurt. I mean, this was fucking funny as shit! And then, from just behind the basement door at the top of the stairs, a voice, "What's so funny down there?" Oh shit! It was my mother! "Oh, I, uh, just banged my funny bone, yeah, my funny bone while getting out of these sweaty yard clothes, Mom." (I was, in fact, using my "funny bone" to "bang" Patty—a case of telling the truth, just not the WHOLE truth.) "I'm so nasty (again, so true) that I decided to undress down here instead of traipse through the house and leave a trail of dirt, grass, and sweat." "Oh, you're so considerate. I appreciate that. Well, I just heard something down there and wanted to make sure everything was OK. The yard looks immaculate. I'm going to go take a bath now." And with that, I listened to her footsteps tread across the kitchen and on to the other corner of the house, then the hot water pipe rattle as she turned on the bath water. Excellent. My mother takes extraordinarily long baths. "Who was that?" asked Patty. "My mother. She will not be joining us" I joked. And with that I resumed pumping my fine country club manager. Checking over my shoulder again, I saw that the grounds crew had disappeared. I guess they had heard my mom and scrammed. Just as well. We'd had our fun, and, anyway, I was ready for a new position to take advantage of her front-loader status. So I plucked the plungers off her buns, noticing the large, perfect circle marks they left, spun her around, and stuck my rod back in her from the front as she wrapped her dark legs around me and laced her fingers around the back of my neck. She was such a petite thing that I easily picked her up for a flying fuck. That's the thing I like about hundred-pounders like her. And she knew just how to get her weight centered on me for perfect balance, too, so I stood there for a while flying fucking her as we studied the pleasure in each other's faces when we weren't French-kissing. I shuffled us to the other side of the basement, beneath the bright florescent light fixture hanging from the floor joists above and lowered her ass onto my heavy work table. Man, what a great-looking pussy she had! Her engorged , wet pussy lips would disappear on my in-stroke and then reappear on the out-stroke. When I wasn't looking at that super-pussy, my eyes would go to her priceless, this-is-good fucking expression, and then to her tits. Patty enjoyed thrusting at just the perfect pace—not too fast and not too slow—and that rhythm was also the perfect one to make her excellent tits jounce for maximum visual pleasure: Up, jiggle, down, jiggle, up, jiggle, down, jiggle. We fucked like that for a good half hour, then I picked her up by the buns again to flying-fuck her some more when I heard the chrome adaptor I'd completely forgot was in her ass fall out and clunk to the floor. Oh, yeah, her butt hole! Right there, on top of the work table was a can of lithium grease I used earlier to lubricate a squeaky hinge on my car door. Should I? Oh, why not. So I curled my middle finger in it and came out with a big hunk of the slippery stuff, showed it to her, and then reached around and slipped it right up her ass all the way up to my third knuckle. She gasped with pleasure, so I stuck another finger in her bad hole as I vibrated the thumb of my other hand against her big, red clit. Shortly, Patty unlaced her hands from my neck, lay back on the table, grabbed her boobs, bit her lip, and came. And came. And came. I love to watch a woman's face when she comes. There's no other expression even remotely like it, and Patty's was so incredibly intense. But not so intense that she was unable to say, "I want your cock in my hot, horny ass." Now that's not being equivocal! I really like big pussies like hers, because those little tight ones aren't much to look at and simply make me squirt too soon, but the downside is that if I'm in a rather lengthy fuckfest—which this definitely was—then there comes a point when I'm just not going to ejaculate in such a loose, wet orifice. That's when the good ol' anus comes in handy, and Patty was not just offering, but positively demanding, immediate rectal insertion. Even so, my dick is WAY thicker than two fingers, so I pulled it out of her pussy and slathered a huge hunk of grease on it. Then, Patty raised back up into the flying fuck position, clamping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, and force-fed me her tits, which I sucked and chewed hard, just like she liked, while I positioned Mr. Johnson on the entrance ramp to the Hershey Highway. I was going to gradually ease it in, but she suddenly plunged her hips straight down, gulping all 7 inches of me ball-deep into her hot ass before freezing still but for her heavy breathing. Though I was just short of shocked--pleasantly, of course--I was so glad she was holding my throbbing cock perfectly still inside her extremely narrow dirt road, for I would have certainly come on the very next stroke. We were stuck together motionless like two statues for what seemed like an eternity before she finally started to move ever so subtly, eventually working up to long, slow, all-the-way-in, all-the-way-out thrusts. And when I say all the way out, I mean ALL the way out. At first I thought it was accidentally coming out until she said, "I love the feel of your cock's head sliding out past the rim of my pooper before it plunges back in to fill me completely up." Devine. Adding to the great feel of her tight ass was the fact that her juicy, front-loader pussy, now bigger than ever from all the fucking, was smiling up at me. Man, I gotta tell you, if ever there was a better-looking twat, with its fat labia mushroomed out below a swollen, nearly thumb-sized clit, I'd certainly like to see it. I'm very flexible, and the notion of eating it while I butt-fucked her crossed my mind, but I'm not THAT flexible. So I just continued to work her ass while my eyes roamed from her sex-contorted face to her superb, jiggling boobs and that super, probably-has-its-own-zip code pussy. With my dick on doo-doo detail, and her pussy vacant, it occurred to me that something really should be in it. But what? There were all kinds of wrenches behind her on the peg board, but that was, by now, old hat. Hmmm. Needs to be something big, thick, and cock-like. I bent down and nibbled on her nipples while thumbing her nubbin as I tried to think of the perfect tool. She came again. How distracting! My mind sifted through all the stuff stored out of sight in the basement. I remembered my deceased dad having some old-fashioned auto body repairing tools in a rusty toolbox on the floor. Inside it were a set of tools designed to hammer out dents in a car body. As difficult as it was, I pulled out of her butt to go take a look-see. Yep, there they were, all lined up in order. They look kind of like chisels, flat on the hammering end, with an octagonal shaft, only the ends are rounded over very smooth smooth for shaping a curved piece of metal. The biggest one was really heavy and large, a good 3 inches in diameter. Perfect. I plucked it and a 2-incher out and came back over to Patty. Eyes on the bigger one as she twiddled her clit, she said, "Now wait just a minute..." I pushed her back on the work table, steered her legs high into the air, and plunged my cock back in her well-greased ass. She seemed relieved. Then I pushed the bigger body tool into her gaping pussy. She gasped. It fit, although very tightly. I resumed buttfucking her and managed to use my crotch against the flat end of the body tool to push it in on the in-stroke, and she squeezed it out on the out-stroke. Wow, what an incredible sensation! With that thick tool sliding in her cunt at the same time my cock went in her ass, it made her pooper even tighter. I bet my dad never imagined such a use for this tool! Then, again, it being so obviously phallic, he probably had!!! Like father, like son, they say. Every time I was on the brink of cumming—and there were many--I somehow forced myself to choke back. She, on the other hand, seemed to be having one continuous orgasm punctuated by major climaxes I never bothered to count. The cumulative result was that I was simply not going to cum in her ass. Sensing my predicament, or perhaps just desiring a change of pace, she nibbled on my ear and whispered, "Let me take the lead." By this point, we were so hot down there in the humid July basement that we were both literally drenched in sweat. I would have given a hundred bucks for a cold beer. Hell, I had done most of the "work," and if she wanted to take charge, that was fine by me. Patty knelt to the floor and carefully placed the larger body tool on it, so that it was pointed straight up, and lowered herself down on it until it disappeared into her pussy. Satisfied with its placement, she took the two-inch-thick one and poked it into her butt, trapping the flat end of it against the floor, as well. Then she reached into the can of lithium grease and thoroughly rubbed it onto her hands She looked up at me, standing in front of her, smiled, and said, "I'm going to jack you off until you cum all over me." I had no objection to that superb plan. And so she took my dick into both hands and began, at first gripping me medium hard and jacking slow and progressively tightening her grip and increasing her speed. As good of a fucker and sucker that she was, I believe this was her real forte. Appearing to veritably worship my cock, she used her small but strong and agile hands like a true penis masseur. And she knew just how to scrape those fingernails on just the right spot on my scrotum while she wanked and twirled the other hand on my shaft. For variety, she would rare up to wrap her boobs around me for a nice titty-fuck. Incredibly, she could hold those big, heavy body tools inside her pussy and ass long enough for me to use the top of one foot to hold them in her orifi. Then when she lowered her butt back to the floor, I kept my foot there and rocked it on the ball to keep some action going for her. She would even occasionally rub my cock's sensitive underside against her chin and cheeks and nose. I'm sure she wanted to suck on it some more, but it was, after all, covered in petroleum grease, not to mention having dwelt in her ass for quite some time. I finally decided to just relax and let 'er rip, so I affixed my gaze on her wonderful breasts, all shiny with grease, with the perfect up-turned swoop that terminated in hard points, and jiggling so fine from the motions of her arms. And so I came. And did I ever, blasting a thick rope of cum onto those bobbling boobs before she leaned in to wank the next few squirts on her tongue, chin, and cheeks, then steering my pulsing cock down against first one then the other tit, continuing to milk me over and over as more man-juice bubbled out on to those satiny soft, slick boobs. The sperm in her mouth lingered there for quite some time before she licked some more from her lips and swallowed with a gratifying "Yummmmm." She was sporting the biggest smile I've ever seen on a woman, and was obviously enjoying the accomplishment of making me cum as much as tasting and being covered in it. I don't think I had cum that much for that long since I was 25, so I'm sure my smile was at least as big as hers. I had shot but one salvo, but it was on a nuclear scale. As she stood up, she let slide out from her orifi the two large body tools so carefully that they remained standing upright on the concrete floor. The zany notion that this could be some competitive event in a new reality show momentarily flashed through my head before it was replaced by the more aesthetic thought that they were like two exclamation points so representative of the afternoon. She seemed in no hurry whatsoever to wipe away the whitish cum contrasting so dramatically against her fine brown body drenched in it, and it dribbled on down in rivulets across the broad expanse of Pussyland as she helped me wipe up all the tools and put them away. I got some clean terrycloth car towels we used to clean each other up, but that lithium grease was stubborn. So, I scooped out a giant glob of Go-Jo onto our hands and we went to work on each other—I scrubbing her pussy, ass, tits, and she my balls and cock, which had refused to fully deflate and was now feeling frisky again with her talented hands rubbing the slippery hand cleaner all over. We were ready for chapter 2, but I mentioned something about her dog, and then it donned on her he'd been out there tied up in intense heat for a couple of hours now and was probably out of water. So the dog would be the means of her departing as it had been the conduit for her greeting. We finished cleaning up and wriggled the wet clothes back on our sweaty bodies. I checked to make sure the coast was clear before we quickly scurried across the kitchen and outside to the back steps. Unfastening the panting dog from the railing, now in the direct sun, she gave me a deep, lingering French kiss while reaching up the leg of those shorts to fondle my now rock-hard cock, saying, "Next time, we should do something really unusual, like do it in my bedroom where there's air conditioning!" "Yeah, but it'll be BYOT—bring your own tools! Bye for now, Patty." I watched her walk with the huge shepherd down the driveway, her nice round ass cheeks, barely covered by the cut-off short-shorts, bouncing with each step, just as I had seen her earlier. I could not take my eyes off her, so I continued to watch as she took a left at the sidewalk, enjoying even at this distance the look of her boob from the side view, it jiggling alluringly with each tug of the leash. She continued on down towards her house and gave me one last smile and a cutesie wave before disappearing behind the magnolias. I heard a leaf blower somewhere out of sight, which snapped me back to the unfinished task at hand of sharpening the mower blade. I squatted down on the blistering concrete to loosen the bolt. Strangely, it was tight as the hinges of hell despite the Liquid Wrench. Then I noticed the bright edges of the blade tips. Sombitch! Someone had sharpened the blade!! Happy but thoroughly puzzled, I pondered what could have happened. I mean, Patty's dog was very intelligent and highly trained and all, but sharpening mower blades? I don't think so! And if someone else had come along (the infamous masked blade sharpener?) surely the German Shepherd would have barked like crazy, which we would have readily heard in the basement just a few yards away. I just stared blankly into the distance trying to figure it all out. Then the leaf blower got louder, and from behind a magnolia tree emerged one of the country club's lawn crew. My new friend—one of the voyeurs! He smiled big, waved the same cutesie way Patty just had, and motioned behind him, summonsing the other two Mexican guys to join him. I hollered for them to come on over, and they cut off the blower, and ran. Even though I was meeting them for the first time, it felt like a reunion of old buddies. The guy who'd first seen me and Patty in the basement, the one riding the mower, was the one who could speak a little broken English, and the first thing he said was, "You sure fuck Patty good with everything in cellar. So funny! She like all kind tools inside her, no? Patty is boss lady over here, our boss lady! She mean, very mean lady. Maybe she just need good fucking and be nice person now? So funny!!!" He and the other two just kept laughing and shaking my hand over and over and giving the thumbs up sign. I got us all cold beers which led to more cold beers, and come to find out, THEY were the ones who sharpened my mower blade as a thank you for me doing sexually perverse things to the woman who routinely mistreated them. That explained the dog not barking, since it's familiar with them doing Patty's yard, as it's country club property. Well, come to find out, they had voyeured her numerous times before when she was in her bedroom playing with herself as they quietly peeked from outside. They'd watched her shave her pussy bare, and though there was a definite language barrier, I gathered that she had a whole chest of sex toys of every shape, size, color, and description. Further, on another occasion, they had witnessed her on what they jokingly referred to as "el dia de fruta" in which she inserted into all holes all kinds of fruits and vegetables, including a giant plantain in her pussy and a big carrot in her ass while she sucked a cucumber. Hilarious! Apparently, as many times as they had watched her, they'd never seen her with another man, or woman for that matter, only just Patty sticking all kinds of implements in herself. That's why they made all the hand motions at my basement window for me to try out various tools on her. Even so, they were most satisfied by the so-called real stuff—she sucking my real cock and me fucking her real pussy with it and playing with her real titties. So, they confirmed my gut feeling that was the first time she'd had actual sex in a long time. I tried to describe the part of the show they missed (they booked when they saw my mother go by the kitchen window and said they tried to warn me she was coming) but that wasn't working so I invited them down into the basement and personally demonstrated to them all the other stuff, like where we were, what position we were in, and the tools used. When they saw, and especially felt the weight of, that huge auto body tool, I've never seen men crack up so, and then when I showed the not quite as large one that I told them was simultaneously in her ass, they totally lost it. So, on the same day, I'd had massive and great sex with a nearby petite front-loader cutie who loved to do almost anything, as well as made friends with three like-minded voyeurs who kindly sharpened my mower blade. And to think it was all spawned by my just "hanging out."