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Plumbing

By: TallRed



Just so you can picture this story in your mind, our protagonist Amy is an enthusiastic semi-professional triathlete 5 foot 10 inches tall, 150 pounds or so with a muscular build. She has sky-blue eyes, a light complexion, and thick long blonde hair which tends slightly to curly. She usually wears it down or in a pony tail, but her signature hair-do on the track is a long braid. Her breasts are a bit below average in size and firm enough that she can run without a bra when she wants. She rarely has to shave her pussy or thighs as they have no more than blonde peach fuzz on them. The blonde peach fuzz on her pussy accentuates rather than hides her outer lips, which drives her lovers wild the first time they see her naked. Although she doesn't seem to fully realize it, Amy is drop-dead beautiful and can afford to be very selective in men, which is fortunate, as she is a very horny lady.

Amy was into the running stage of a half-ironman triathlon when she passed an obviously appreciative group of young male spectators and got a little extra excitement from showing off her well-trained body, something she looks forward to with every race. As usual she was wearing tight bun huggers and a tight halter top, which she always buys in the smallest size she can possibly fit into. Yes, she is a bit of an exhibitionist, although she has never acted much on it.

After the triathlon and lunch with some other participants Amy headed back to her B&B for a shower. She had picked this place because it was economical and within walking distance of the race, but she was a bit surprised at its dated condition. The owners had just bought it, and had lots of incomplete remodeling plans. Still it was comfortable enough, and she'd had a good night sleep despite some noise from the antiquated plumbing.

At the entrance to the B&B she went past a totally attractive man repairing the front door - tall and muscular with brown hair and a complexion to match, exactly the kind of guy who makes Amy weak-kneed. Slipping past him in the doorway without interrupting his work was a bit tight, bringing her close enough to notice that he smelled really good. She made a note to come down later after her shower to see if she could get acquainted.

The shower was clean, although very dated, with some odd looking exposed pipes. During her shower she noticed a leak in one old pipe which extended the length of the shower at about waist height as well as some dripping from the ceiling in the back of the shower, but didn't think much of either.

As she finished rinsing the soap off her and was planning to spend a few more minutes luxuriating in the warm spray, the shower head popped off, gushing water, so she tried to turn off the taps. The cold water faucet stuck half shut, so there was still cold water coming out of the ruptured shower head. The pipe on the side started clanking loudly and then burst a seam, spraying water out of the shower onto the bathroom floor. She dashed into the room to call the front desk and ask that they shut off the water. "I'm not sure if they've found the valve yet, but I'll check. I'll send up someone to look at the problem."

Once back in the bathroom she saw that the problem was getting worse, the bathroom was flooded and water was starting to get into the room itself. She grabbed all the towels and tried to block the water at the bathroom door where nothing but a little sill provided a dam to protect the floor of the rest of the room, where the water would damage the carpet and begin dripping to the floor below, if it hadn't already. Amy has always been very responsible, so in her panic to stem the flood waters, it never occurred to her that this was not really her problem.

She felt she was losing the battle when there was a knock on the door, and a man's voice said "maintenance." At that point she realized that she was still naked and soaking wet. She didn't want to delay the work to go looking for clothes, and there was no way to dry off or cover up, since she had soaked all the towels. Then she realized it could be fun. It would almost certainly be that hot guy she'd seen downstairs. He couldn't accuse her of purposely exposing herself, since the disaster had happened while she was showering.

She opened the door a crack to say that she hadn't had time to dress, but at the same time a wave of water got through her makeshift dam and spilled out the door into the hall. The maintenance guy -- indeed the one from downstairs - introduced himself as Dan, as he entered the door. He took only a second to scan her naked body from head to toe -- lingering a bit on her spectacular pussy - before starting to work, but it was enough to arouse Amy. She loved the way he looked at her and wasn't about to run and find clothes now -- she wanted to stay naked in front of this guy.

He said he wanted to stop the flow as much as possible until they could find the turn-off valve, something no one had thought to locate when the place was bought, so she went into the bathroom with him to help wrap towels around the major leaks. Standing next to each other and twisting together they managed to get the cold water faucet off, stemming the flow from the now defunct shower head. While Dan investigated the waterfall from the ceiling, Amy wrapped a towel tightly around the rupture in the pipe along the wall, but had to stay there holding it in place. To brace herself she had spread her feet out on the floor, and once she noticed that Dan was taking in the rear view, she spread out a bit more. She was soaking wet from her shower and the water leaks, but she realized that a bit more moisture was developing between her legs, as she secretly hoped that this work would take a while longer. 

They were making a little progress, but it was turning into a game of whack-a-mole, as new leaks developed every time they managed to slow others. Dan said it must be a combination of old pipes and excessive water pressure. She realized that this was a pretty obvious conclusion, but liked the sound of his voice anyway. You've got to let guys think they're ahead of you.

Then it all stopped. Obviously someone had found the shut-off valve. Exhausted from her triathlon and the unexpected emergency plumbing work, Amy sat down on a stool and talked to Dan whose T-shirt and shorts were also soaking wet. Both realized that the water had been shut off but still remained there engaged in a post-mortem discussion. Amy had gotten comfortable with being wet and naked, and took a few moments to realize that Dan was standing right in front of her gazing intently at her body, especially her pussy. She also realized that the way she was seated on the stool with her knees apart was opening up her outer lips to his gaze, so she shifted, bringing her feet up to rest on the rungs of the stool and relaxing her knees outward just a bit more, improving his view of the inside of her womanhood.

Another man arrived, in the uniform of a plumbing contractor, to tell them that the water had been turned off. Seeing naked Amy, he just said, "oh my," but made no movement to leave. Dan told him she'd been caught in the shower. Amy did sort of like having the guy see her, but after he'd had a brief opportunity to see her internal anatomy, she switched to a more ladylike position (as ladylike as possible under the circumstances). Then a guy from a neighboring room arrived to see what the commotion was about and was also pleasantly surprised to find a beautiful naked woman. She explained to him what had happened before wrapping it up. "It's been great talking to you guys, but I'd like to dry off, get dressed, and rest up, so the show will have to end." 

She followed them to the door and told Dan to please come back with some dry towels. He said he could send the maid, but she told him she would insist on him delivering them personally.

Amy lay on the bed and touched herself a bit, getting herself into a frenzy before Dan's quick return. She closed and locked the door behind him and began unbuttoning his wet shirt. "After all of this, the establishment owes me a major fuck, and I expect you to deliver it right now."

Plumbing Job



The morning sun shining through the window wakes me up. It's Saturday morning, which at this point in my marriage means it's my weekly chance of getting laid. I roll over to see if Rose is going to be interested, and her side of the bed is empty.

"Shit!" I mutter, as I remember that she had to get up early to drive the kids to sleep away camp. 

How could I forget? It was the subject of the big argument last night, about which one of us was going to drive the kids to camp. Finally, it was decided, or should I say SHE decided, that I should stay and take care of the To Do list of things that needed to be done around the house.

I stumble out of bed and shuffle to the master bathroom to take my morning piss. "Ahhhh" I think to myself, as the thick stream of yellow hits the toilet water, "is there anything more enjoyable than the simple pleasure of the first piss of the morning??!!"

The sounds and the smells and the good feeling in my cock takes me back to the days when things weren't as tense between Rose and me. 

She used to be a much lighter person. Happy. Playful. And very sexual. When we were dating, and in the early years of our marriage, she was often the one to initiate sex, and she was always up for trying new things. 

It was her idea to make love on a hillside overlooking an apple orchard in the middle of the day. She and I discovered the joys of anal sex together, neither of us having done that with any of our previous partners. And when she learned of my fetish for golden showers, she was apprehensive at first, but soon got into peeing on me, because she saw the joy and fulfillment that it brought to me. She even got to the point of letting me pee on her, although she still hadn't warmed up to the idea of having my piss in her mouth.

But that first time she peed on me, I'll never forget. It was our first anniversary and I took her to New York City to see a Broadway show. We had booked a night at the Milford Plaza and took the train in so we didn't have to deal with parking.

On the two and a half hour train ride down, she was reading her book, and I was working on my laptop. After about a half an hour, I saw that her book was in her lap and she had fallen asleep. 

Watching her full chest rise and fall with her breathing, I started to feel my cock stiffen in my pants. She had on a sheer white silk top, with the top three buttons undone. With the way the sunlight was coming through the window, it made the material almost invisible, and I could almost make out the darkness of her nipples under her bra. I started to think how great it would be to watch my hot, yellow piss soak into that blouse and make it cling to her skin.

This thought got my dick extremely hard, and after checking that there was nobody sitting behind me that might read over my shoulder, I opened up one of the hot pee stories that I had downloaded from the internet last week, and started to read. It was a really hot story about this English couple who met at the local pub, and after several beers, the woman took the guy back to her place and introduced him to golden showers.

I was so into the story that I didn't realize that Rose had woken up and was now reading right along with me, interested in knowing what could possibly have me so totally engrossed. 

When she got to the part where the tavern woman squatted over the man and released her bladder all over his cock and balls, she startled me by asking, "what the HELL are you reading?" loud enough to draw the attention of the other passengers in our train car.

Turning to her with a look of shock at being 'caught', all I could do was mutter "ummm, uhhh, ummm."

"You LIKE that?" she asked, somewhat judgmentally, but also curiously, as we were still getting to know each other even though we'd been married a full year.

"Yea" I said, "I've fantasized about golden showers, or 'pee play' since seeing a porno in college that really turned me on."

"You never cease to amaze me." was all she said, and she turned her head away from me to stare out the window. 

Having lost my erection by now, I shut down my laptop, and we walked down to the diner car to get a bite to eat. I ordered a couple of sandwiches and diet sodas, and we ate and talked about all the exciting things we were going to do and see in NYC this week. When we finished eating, there was about 45 minutes left to our trip, so I got a couple more sodas and we went back to our seats.

When the train arrived at Grand Central Station, we hurried to the cab stand to catch a taxi to our hotel. The ride was quick, and we were checked and up in our room a little past 1:00pm. The show didn't start until 8:00pm, so there was time for the "newlyweds" to enjoy each others company, and still have time to clean up and get ready for the show.

We started kissing and rubbing each other all over. She was licking and nibbling my ear while I was rubbing her tits and undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse. Suddenly, she broke our embrace and looked up at me and simply asked "do you want me to do that to you?"

I didn't ask for clarification, and the smile and glint in my eyes was enough to tell her "YES" as I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bathroom with me.

We both got naked and I sat down on the toilet with my cock sticking straight up in the air. "You've seen the movie" she said to me, "tell me how I'm supposed to do this."

"Come here and stand over me Rose." I instructed, "and place on leg on either side of me." "Now squat just a little, and it would help if you pulled your lips apart, otherwise the spray will go everywhere."

"Like this?" she asked, as she stepped into position exactly as I had described. 

We both were feeling the effects of the morning coffee and sodas on the train, so it didn't take her long to start her stream. Her piss was golden yellow and the first blast hit the middle of my chest. She cut it off sharply, and looked at me for approval. I smiled and just said "go ahead"

She closed her eyes and her stream started again. The hot salty liquid was now hitting my belly and I could feel her piss running down over my cock and through my legs. I could smell the punget aroma of her urine and hear it sprinkle as it hit the water. I reached down and started rubbing my cock using her piss as lubrication.

When her bladder was empty, she opened her eyes and asked "is that what I was supposed to do?" and "did you like that?"

"I loved that baby" was all I said. She grabbed a hotel wash cloth and made me clean myself up before taking me to the bed and fucking my brains out.

Yea, those were the days alright!

But that all changed a few years ago. I think the stress of managing her career, the house, the kids and life in general, has really gotten to her, and as her anxiety level goes up, her sexual drive goes down. And of course, the lack of sex, and her lack of interest and involvement when we do get around to having sex, has made me more resentful and frustrated over the years, thus all the arguing.

Shaking the last dew drops off the tip of my cock, which was now quite firm in my hand from thinking of the "good old days", I started to feel a little bad for some of the things I said last night. I grabbed my phone and sent a short text message to Rose "Thx 4 gettin d kids off 2 camp. Waz thinkn bout d fun we had b4 kids. Luv ya."

I clicked Send and then threw on some shorts and a tee shirt. I skipped underwear or a shower, since I knew I'd be working around the house all day and would be sweaty and dirty by the time all was said and done.

Walking into the kitchen to get a quick bite for breakfast, I see there's a note taped to the coffee maker. It's my to do list.

Mow the lawn Fix light switch in garage Clean out gutters Replace faucet on kitchen sink

It's a beautiful day outside, sunny and about 80 degrees with a slight breeze, so I start on the outdoor tasks. Mowing our lawn usually takes about 2 hours, even with the rider, given the size of our lot. Cleaning the gutters was a stinky, sloppy job, and going up and down that ladder every 5 or 6 feet had my shirt soaked with my sweat. After putting the ladder away, I headed inside to knock off the indoor tasks.

Boy, did it feel great when the central air hit me in the face. The house was at 68 degrees and wet with sweat, the cool air felt great on my skin. I went straight to the fridge and popped open an ice cold beer, and chugged it down in just a few quick seconds. I opened a second and took my time enjoying that one as I went upstairs to my room to get a dry shirt. 

Replacing the garage light switch was a quick job, since one of the lead wires had just snapped off the set screw. Now to attack the last item on the list. I figured that I missed my opportunity to get laid, so I'm thinking that if I can knock this off in a hurry, there may be time to download some new stories from the internet, and maybe get my rocks off before she gets back.

I clear everything out from under the kitchen sink, and wedge myself into the cabinet with my basin wrench, and start removing the old faucet. I've put on some weight since we got married, so it's a little tight under there, but I'm doing my best to work in the tight, cramped space.

The upper half of my body is crammed under the sink, and my legs are sticking out into the kitchen from my waist down. The old screws are rusted on pretty tight, so I'm having a real hard time getting them off. Even with the central air blowing, it's getting hot under this cabinet as I struggled with the rusted on bolts.

Then I hear the front door open and close, and the telltale sounds of Rose's footsteps heading into the kitchen. Seeing my legs protruding from the cabinet she said "WOW honey! The lawn looks great. You've got everything done on your list?"

"Yup." I reply, "just wrestling with these fricken bolts, and then I'm yours for the rest of the day."

"MMmmmmmmm" was all I heard from above me, and it sounded a lot like the playful Rose from days gone by. 

"It was really sweet of you to send me that text message John." she said, as I hear her walking a little closer to where I'm lying. "and it made me think of the good old days all the way home, and how much you really mean to me."

"WOW" I think to myself, "is this the same woman who was calling me every name in the book last night?" I look up for verification, and I can see that she is standing directly over me, with one foot on each side of me by my hips.

Even after several years of marriage and two kids, her legs are still a thing of beauty. She was a runner and swimmer in high school, and they still have that athletic tone. As I'm gazing out of my kitchen cabinet 'rabbit hole', my eyes are traveling up from her white sandels, over her ankles, up her calves, to the back of those knees that I love to lick, and her lovely milky white thighs.

"Do you remember our first anniversary John?" she asked, "the trip to New York City?"

"Of course I do babe" is my reply, but before the entire sentence is out of my mouth, I hear it, then I feel it. The unmistakable hiss of someone relieving themselves, and then the warm wet sensation on my crotch, as her piss hits my shorts and starts to sink in.

This sudden turn of events catches me so off guard that I bang my head on one of the pipes as I snap up to see if this is really happening. "Oh FUCK" I yell, hitting my forehead on the sink trap, and the flow from above is quickly cut off.

"Are you alright?" comes the concerned query from Rose.

"YES!" is my urgent reply. "Please Don't stop!"

The pain in my head is nothing compared with the growing sensation of my other head, as it is quickly reacting to the wonderful feeling of being bathed in hot piss.

I feel her hands on the waist of my shorts, and she unsnaps them and lowers my fly, exposing my throbbing cock to the cool kitchen air.

Again without warning, the golden shower commenced from above, but this time Rose started gyrating her hips, concentrating on the area of my cock and balls.

Craning my neck from under the sink, I'm looking down over my chest and can see her holding the hem of her skirt up around her waist with her elbow, while she has her labia in each hand, pulling it far apart, to give her pinpoint accuracy with her golden stream. Looking back down her legs and around her feet, I notice there isn't a sign of her panties anywhere. I drop my basin wrench and reach my hand down to start stroking myself under her warm and wonderful stream.

"Hold on there mister!" she says from above, and again cuts off her stream. My hand freezes in mid stroke, like a kid caught in the cookie jar, and I'm really hoping that I didn't do something to ruin this moment.

I see her kneel down between my outstretched legs and look me straight in the eye, with a huge smile on her face. 

"You have no idea how much that text message meant to me, but I intend to show you." she said, and I notice that her blouse is totally unbuttoned and her tits are hanging free.

Shockingly, she removes my hand from my cock and leans forward, taking the entire length into her mouth. Lately, it seemed like I needed an act of Congress to get a blow job from Rose, but now she's eagerly bobbing up and down on my piss-covered cock. I lay my head back in stunned bliss, trying to remember just exactly what it was that I put in that text message!

Her hand is pumping my shaft as her tongue is circling my sensitive head. I feel her mouth leave me and she says "I had stopped for gas when I got your message, and it melted my heart." her hand still rubbing my shaft as she is speaking, "so I thought to myself, 'what can I do for John to make him know how much he means to me?', and then I saw the sign for the 64-ounce Big Gulp and I immediately knew what you'd like."

Then she giggled.

"You want to know what's funny?" she asked very playfully.

"What?" I said, in deep sexual bliss, from the feeling of her hand stroking my piss covered cock.

"I was so excited about what I thinking of doing, that I finished that whole Big Gulp before I was halfway home....so I stopped and bought another!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"And I had to pee so bad the last 15 minutes of the trip, that I was having a really, really hard time holding it," she continued, "in fact, when I turned on Maple Street, I hit a bump and flooded my panties and made a small mess on the drivers seat...I hope you're not mad at me?"

"I think you can see I'm furious with you dear." I say very sarcastically, now knowing what happened to her panties.

She returned her mouth to my cock now, and started taking me as far into her throat as I can reach, while one of her hands started fondling my balls. It was around this point that I started feeling the sense of urgency of the two beers I pounded prior to starting the interior projects.

"Rose" I called to her.

"Mmmm, mmmm" was all she could say with a mouthful of cock.

"You're not the only one who had a lot to drink today." I warned, "you may want to let me up and we can finish this upstairs."

"Mmmm, mmm" she replied, shaking her head from side to side, indicating I was staying right where I was.

"REALLY?" I asked, hoping that she was ready to take the final step in our pee play.

"Mmmm, mmm" again was the cockful response, this time shaking her head up and down, and smiling around my cock as shed looked in my eyes.

I laid my head back again and concentrated on releasing my bladder, while Rose kept eagerly swallowing my cock and teasing my balls.

If felt the pressure build up in the head of my cock, and then the damn burst, and I started flooding her mouth with my piss. She tried her best to continue the blow job, but was having a hard time maintaining the seal around my cock, as my piss started flowing out of her mouth and over my cock and balls, running through my ass crack before joining the puddle of her piss on the floor.

I lifted my head again to see her take my pissing cock out of her mouth and start directing it over her face, chin and tits, soaking herself in my steaming yellow fluid.

As my stream subsided, she returned her lips to my cock, sucking with a new found energy, and I felt the finger on her right hand probing at my piss covered asshole.

This was too much for me and I started bucking my hips into her face. She slipped her finger into my ass up to the second knuckle and started massaging my prostate. That was the final straw, and I felt myself release rope after rope of cum into her mouth and down her throat. 

Which was as surprising as it was enjoyable, since Rose had stopped swallowing my cum shortly after we got married.

Finally spent, I wiggled my soaked ass out from under the sink, and said "the faucet project can wait, let's go up to bed and finish this."

Wiping a bit of cum off her chin, Rose smiled at me and said, "I had a lot to drink, how about we go up to the bathroom and keep this going instead?" 



Plumbing Problem



Who knew plumbing was so much fun! Career change anyone? Hope you enjoy.

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Plumbing Problems

The Angels blared briefly from Mick's mobile before he picked it up. Jon's home number, but his buddy was away on business. Back early maybe?

"G'day Jon, how was your trip mate?"

"Oh, hi Mick, it's Jess. Jon's not back yet. I've got a plumbing problem and I was hoping you could help?"

"Uh ... yeah, sure. This afternoon's actually pretty quiet so I can come over right now if you like?"

"Thanks Mick, I really appreciate it. See you soon."

It was a quarter hour drive and on the way Mick thought about the conversation. This was the first time Jess had actually phoned him. A few guilty thoughts went through his head, quickly dismissed. Jon was away and Jess needed help with a blocked drain or something. Made sense. After all, he was a plumber. And Jon's best mate. If you couldn't call on your friends, who could you call? Right? The only problem was that Jess was attractive. OK, insanely attractive. No make that smoking, bloody hot!

He'd first met Jess about a year ago. Jon had just got back from Sydney and when they met the next weekend for a surf, he was wearing a grin a mile wide.

"So I take it you enjoyed yourself, mate".

"Mick, I've met this incredible girl ..."

A month later, they were engaged. Six months later Mick was dressed in a fancy suit standing next to Jon at his wedding. Jon and Jess had eyes only for each other and it was obvious to everyone that here were two people that were just meant to be together. Mick had even gotten a bit teary. Shit, I must've been soft. Or maybe that was later, after way too many beers and thinking what a lucky bastard Jon was!

Jess was gorgeous. On any day, she looked as though she'd just stepped off the front cover of Zoo or something. No that wasn't quite right. Probably Cleo or one of those girly fashion magazines. Cos' Jess was classy and well- mannered. And even a bit shy. Blonde, gorgeous, smart – and totally devoted to Jon. Lucky bastard! But he was happy for Jon who was a good bloke, a great friend and really deserved what he and Jess had found together. Still: lucky, lucky bastard!

Mick tried really hard not to stare as Jess opened the door. Well, not too obviously anyway. She looked amazing in a casual t-shirt and denim shorts. But then the girl could probably look amazing in anything. Or nothing. Shit, stop it Mick!

"Hi, Mick. Thanks for getting here so quickly. I've been worrying about this while Jon's away and I'd really like it fixed before he gets back on Friday".

"No problems at all. Happy to take a look." Too right I will. Fuck, pull yourself together!

Jess muffled a laugh as he moved past her into the house. Mick turned in surprise to see both hands over her mouth and a twinkle in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Mick but, seriously, you wear overalls? It's ... well, really funny. I know you're, what, 27, but you look like a carpenter from the 1950s!"

Mick smiled, but then put on his best 'sober-as-a-judge' face.

"Carpenter!? I'm a very professional plumber thank you very much. And I wear this traditional attire of my trade with pride to advertise the valuable quality of my services!"

Jess gave the performance a clap and Mick laughed too.

"Seriously, it's quite practical and some of the jobs are just nasty. It's actually sort of comfy to wear and you'd be amazed how many customers think you're good just because you match their perception of what a good old-fashioned plumber looks like! A bit bloody weird, but it's good for business."

And he wasn't boasting. Mick and Jon had taken their lives in different directions after being at high school together. Jon had a bent for business and after a couple of degrees moved successfully onwards and upwards in the corporate world. Mick had always been practical and enjoyed working with his hands. Unsure of what he really wanted, he'd sort of drifted into the plumbing trade. And found he was really good at it. He did enjoy it and took pride in his work. He was fast developing a great reputation and normally had more than enough business for months in advance.

Despite their differences, Jon and Mick still surfed and fished together whenever they got the chance. And had the odd BBQ with friends and went to a rugby match or two every season. Not quite so much this last year for some reason. Lucky, lucky, lucky bastard!

Jess led the way into the kitchen and gestured toward the sink. "I think the drain's blocked." Mick set down his tools. A few minutes later, he knelt back and said "Jess, I think it's fine. Why do you think it's blocked? Did it drain slow or something?"

She walked over and leant over his shoulder. Mick was very conscious of just how close she was. He could smell her skin. Her hair. Man, she smelt amazing. He turned – which was a mistake – and found a direct line of sight to her cleavage as she bent forward and the neckline of her tee dropped. Somehow, he couldn't look away. Jess realised and straightened quickly, a hand to her chest and a slight blush to her cheeks. For a long moment she just looked at him and then seemed to make a decision.

"No, Mick, the sink's fine", she said quietly. "Can you come in to the living room?"

She curled up in one of the armchairs and Mick sat down on the couch, wondering what was going on.

"I've got to say this straight before I lose my nerve, Mick, and I hope you won't take this the wrong way. It's taken me all week to work up the courage for this. I know how good a friend you are to Jon."

Mick couldn't move a muscle. Was this going where he thought it was? Surely not. Could it? Could she? Could he? More importantly, should he!? Jess is my best mate's wife!

"Jon and I have great sex. But there's something I know he'd like to do that I'm ... well ... afraid of. Not that I don't like the idea. I'm just afraid it will hurt and that, knowing he might hurt me, will stop Jon from asking for what he really wants."

Mick still didn't dare move. A threesome? Bondage? Shit! He knew he was getting hard just thinking about the possibilities...

"Since I moved up here and married Jon, I don't really have many close friends. My girls in Sydney are not really into this sort of thing and discussing it with my mother ... well let's just say that's obviously not going to happen. I've watched some DVDs but can't help feeling that it's so staged that the reality's different. I know you're a bit experienced with this – sorry Jon's told me – and I hoped you might be able to help?"

She looked nervously at Mick, who still could have been carved from stone.

"With, what ... specifically?" he said, never taking his eyes off her face.

"Anal sex", she said and blushed again.

Holy crap!

"And just how did you ... ah ... think I might be able to help?" He was now seriously hard and glad that he was wearing those roomy overalls.

"Could you ... would you ... show me how to do it? How to handle Jon?"

Her cheeks were now fiery red but she forced herself to meet Mick's eyes.

"Jon and I had a few glasses of wine one night and were reminiscing about high school. He mentioned some of the, er, 'adventures', you two got up to with the girls in senior year. He remembers seeing you do some interesting ... things ... with things ... to one girl which she seemed to really enjoy. As I said, we'd had a few drinks ..." she trailed off.

Bloody hell, Jon! You tell your gorgeous wife about your high school sex experiences? And mine?! Damn, I knew those parties would come back to haunt me!

"Well, I don't really keep my case equipped with those sorts of tools." Shit, so lame Mick! You're trying to be funny?

The ghost of a smile and the twinkle in her eyes returned.

"Jon says you're actually quite well equipped."

What the ...?! Wow, you didn't hold back anything did you buddy! Did you tell her, like, dimensions or something too! Fuck, Jon!

"As I said, please don't take this the wrong way. I'm asking if you would please have anal sex with me ... no, just let me finish Mick. I've thought about this a lot during the last week. I know you are probably really uncomfortable with this since Jon is your best friend. I don't feel as though I'd be cheating on him because this is something I'm learning for him; well for us both. I know he trusts you. But I do have a couple of conditions. We can't do it on our bed. I don't want you to cum inside me. This is a one-off. And we don't tell Jon."

She looked doubtfully at him.

"OK, Jess. Yes, I will. I probably shouldn't tell you how easy that decision was. Shit, just did. Jess you really are gorgeous. But that you're prepared to do this for Jon is amazing and I will do my best to give quality service. Hell, that sounded like a sales pitch!"

That broke the ice and she laughed. Jess jumped up and leapt on top of him to give him a big bear hug.

"Thanks Mick, really."

"Whoa there, cowgirl, steady on. Don't thank me yet, we haven't even started!"

She sat up, brushing hair away from her face, smiling.

"Plumber's apprentice reporting for duty!" she laughed.

"Hah! OK, Apprentice Jess, your lessons today include tools and techniques. Pay attention, there will be a 'practical examination' at the end."

"There'd better be", she smirked. "How else do I graduate?"

Mick began to shrug out of his overalls, when Jess leapt up from the couch.

"Hang on", she said and shimmied out of her shorts to kneel across the large ottoman next to the couch with her naked ass raised invitingly.

"Jess ... fuck ... your ass is, well, and with all respect ... bloody awesome!"

Her blond hair swung and she looked over shoulder at him coyly with lowered eyelids.

"Jon says it's 'absolutely exquisite'."

He would. Always did like fancy words. He's absolutely fucking right though. Four-times lucky bastard!

"Now hang on Jess – and while I am really enjoying this view – we need to start over. You need to get both you and Jon in the right mood if you're going to really enjoy this. You are a sex goddess, not a prime roast. OK?"

"OK, got it."

She stood up and then took a pace or two towards him, stopping just out of reach. She brushed her hand across her thighs and between her legs. Her pubic hair wasn't trimmed, but it was a tidy dark blonde nest which he found very arousing. Then she slowly lifted her shirt up to reveal her perfect breasts. With one hand still languidly playing between her legs, she sucked a finger and traced a wet path across one breast, then the other, circling the nipples as they hardened. Her other hand came away wet and she left a slight trail of glistening fluid as she cupped both breasts and pushed them at Jon before completely removing her shirt. She turned and, hips swaying, lowered herself slowly back to the ottoman. This time as she knelt, she paused to run her fingers around her swelling clit before reaching behind herself, spreading her cheeks and tracing around her anus. A little trail of moisture ran from her pussy down the inside of her thigh to drip onto the leather of the ottoman as she again looked over her shoulder and asked huskily, "That better, Mick?"

He couldn't speak for a second his mouth was so dry. Holy shit!

"Ah, yes ... well, I think you can see the result for yourself." His erection tented the front of his overalls prominently.

She pealed with laughter. "I think I've found that blockage!"

"Yes, and easily fixed too". Mick quickly stripped to stand naked just behind her. "See, with fast service!"

"Not too fast I hope!"

"Well, Jess ... the sight of you like that is really more than a mortal man can bear so if you don't want me to unload all over your wicked ass right now, I strongly suggest we take a quick break. Besides, you're going to need some lube. Do you have some?"

She looked at his massive erection and her eyes widened a little. 

"Wow", she said quietly, suddenly serious. "Jon wasn't kidding, and I know he's big."

"It's OK", he reassured her. "I'll be careful. And the good news is that after this you'll feel quite confident with Jon. I'm a little bit longer and thicker than him, but not that much. Er, not that we really compared or anything ...", he finished quickly.

"Little boys ...", said Jess and rolled her eyes.

But it lightened the mood again and Mick smiled as Jess bounced off the ottoman to get the gel from the bedroom. He watched her all the way. Five-times lucky bastard!

Jess sauntered back and resumed her place on the ottoman.

"Now doing this is the same as doing a good plumbing job", said Mick.

Jess giggled.

"Hey, I'm a plumber. Seriously; plan, prepare and then do. Plan first. If you don't want a big mess, you first need to drain and, er, flush the pipes. Your bowel must be empty and I strongly suggest an enema as well, followed by a bath or shower. This is really important, Jess. That way you can get down and dirty without getting – well – dirty, if you know what I mean. "

"Hmm, I see your point. Next?"

"Preparation is all about getting the right size for your pipe. Gotta stop these plumbing analogies ..."

"No, go on, they're cute!"

"Jon shoves it straight up, it's gonna be agony. Fine if that's what you're into, but otherwise you need to loosen yourself up and get yourself ready for him. So, as part of your foreplay, you need to allow your ass to adjust to gradually larger things. You can use anything you like. Fingers, toys, dildos – even vibrating ones if you want – and there's some seriously kinky stuff too, but we won't go there."

"The other part of preparation is getting your body used to accepting stuff going in the wrong direction up the pipe! Your ass is designed to push shit out, not in, so your natural reaction is to tighten up to try to stop it. That will increase the pain. Now a little pain with your pleasure can be fucking amazing, but you need to be able to relax your asshole so that you can increase your hold on Jon when you choose to and to balance how much it hurts. Understand?"

"I think so. It's my tap, and I get to turn it", Jess said a little nervously.

"Hah! Good girl, exactly right. Ready to try and we'll get to step three along the way?"

"OK", said Jess.

Mick's cock had softened a little as he'd been talking her through the 'theory of plumbing', but he stiffened up quickly as he squeezed some jelly onto his fingers and returned his gaze to her glorious ass.

Fingers oozing, he gently rimmed around the edges of her puckered little hole, transferring the glistening gel. Jess moaned softly.

"Feels good, doesn't it Jess. You can encourage Jon to use his tongue for this bit too. I'm just going to use fingers."

He continued to lightly stroke around the outside of her asshole, mesmerised as he watched her contractions in response to his touch. He felt her start to relax and then slowly inserted one finger up to the middle joint. 

"Ummh", she moaned softly and immediately he felt her tighten around his digit.

"See what I mean, Jess? How does it feel?"

"It feels good Mick, but I do see what you mean. Don't stop though."

"Not unless a bus hit me. Even then it might be a close call! Hmm, this is probably a good time to start talking about step three. Right about now, Jon's as horny as hell. You need to be in control and you need to tell him what to do. Tell him how it feels. Tell him when to increase the pressure or back off. Tell him when to give you more or when you need a break. If get's too intense, just distract him with any other part of that gorgeous body of yours while you relax again. Got it?"

"Yes, I think so."

"OK, try it with me", he said as he gently began to gyrate his single finger slowly within her ass, rubbing softly around her opening with his thumb at the same time.

"Alright?"

For a while Jess said nothing as she began to match Mick's rhythm, moving herself against him.

"Mick, can you rub me as well please?"

"Sure. By the way, some pleasure up front really helps with the action out back. Depending on your position, it might be hard for Jon to do this. You can do it yourself of course. As a tip, using a vibrator is going to drive you both absolutely nuts when Jon's up to his hilt in your ass."

"Yeah, I get that. You're making me wetter just thinking about that!"

"That was the point", he smirked.

Mick let his other hand drift down to stroke and rub her clit. She was wetter and he deftly parted her lips to reach a couple fingers inside her. The answering moan told him how much she was enjoying it.

"OK ... I'm ready for more, Mick."

He almost withdrew his first finger, then gently introduced another alongside it. Massaging her asshole with his thumb, he began to push them back up slowly, stopping halfway when he felt her start to tighten. He pushed the fingers of his other hand harder into her pussy to distract her. She was warm, very wet and surprisingly generous. Jess moaned and pushed back hard, grinding her pelvis around his hand.

"Like that, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. I ask Jon to fist me all the time. You're using, what, three fingers feels like? Put your whole hand in me, Mick. And could you try three fingers in my ass?"

Wow! What a girl!

Mick fingered her pussy, inserting four fingers and then his whole hand inside her.

"Fuck yeah", Jess grunted.

Polite and well-mannered? But an animal in the sack! Six-times lucky bastard!! He slipped a third finger inside her ass and was surprised this time when there was no resistance at all.

"Fast learner, Jess."

"Got a good ... teacher", she panted.

She ground against him hard and then looked over her shoulder at him. Sweat was beading on her forehead and several strands of her blond mane were now plastered to her temples. It framed her beautifully.

"Mick, I'm going to cum."

Mick ground his fist in her pussy and pushed his fingers as far as he could into her ass.

"Oh ... Oohh ... Ooohhh .... Fuuuuuuck!!" Jess screamed.

Mick felt her juices run around his wrist to drip down her legs. She continued to ride his hand hard for another few seconds before slowing her rhythm. Her head collapsed to the ottoman and he felt her legs shaking slightly as both her pussy and ass continued to spasm around his hands and fingers.

"Wow, Mick." Jess paused, breathing raggedly. "You do know your way around pipes!"

"I told you I have a reputation for quality service! But the job's only half done."

"Yeah", she said softly. "Finish it."

He gently removed his fist but continued to gently stroke her engorged sex with his fingers as he brought the head of his cock toward her anus. He took a moment to rub some gel on his head and shaft and around her rear hole. He was as stiff as a board and had to use every ounce of self control to stop himself just ramming it into her. He used his free hand to spread her checks, her asshole gaping from the attention it had already received. He eased the head of his member into her ass and, while it was tight, he felt that she wasn't resisting him. He pushed firmly and slowly, until he felt the muscle of her anus roll over the flange and onto the shaft of his throbbing cock.

"OK, Jess?"

"I think so. Hurts a little, but actually not unpleasantly, especially with you ... mmmnh ... rubbing me like that. Can I have a bit more please Mick?"

He eased himself further in. Shit that felt good! He was going to have to control himself. Think about cold water Mick. Make that ice; no snow! Anything except how close he was to loosing his load into Jess's tight, hot ... Glaciers! Fucking Siberia!!

He was half way in now and Jess groaned.

"Too much, kiddo?"

"Fuck no, it's wonderful! You sure you're not half horse or something? Give me the rest!"

"You're the boss."

He increased the rhythm of his fingers in and around her sopping wet pussy and then firmly pushed himself all the way into her ass. He half expected her to stop him, but instead she ground back on him, pressing her cheeks against his hips and squeezing his throbbing cock."




Plumbing Problem



"Why haven't I done this before? Mick, that's ... that's ..."

She thrashed her head from side to side and then flung it upwards as she arched her back and screamed. Her juices erupted onto his balls. Mick knew that she hadn't experienced thrusting yet though and he thought for half a second about whether she could handle it. Well, now or never.

As the orgasm continued to shudder through her, Mick drew himself almost out, then pushed slowly back in. She hadn't tightened. He did it again and her head came up slowly.

"You want to fuck me, Mick? You want to fuck my ass? Then FUCK IT!!"

Permission granted; Mick obliged. He lost himself in the glorious sensations of her hot, virgin ass. Time seemed to still as he watched himself withdraw and insert, withdraw and insert. Both hands now grasped her hips, holding her still as he pounded into her again and again. If she'd asked him to stop, he wasn't sure that he could have. He could feel the pressure building within his balls and knew he was only seconds away from coming when he suddenly remembered her condition. Withdrawing so quickly it elicited a gasp of pain from Jess, he stepped backwards as a jet of creamy, thick cum exploded from him, splashing over her ass to ooze down the back of her legs. With his hand he milked the last few drops of his semen gently onto her thigh.

Her head was lowered onto the ottoman, her hair splayed over the front and side. Another spasm shook her and he was sure he'd been way too rough with her at the end.

"Jess, I'm sorry ..."

A muffled voice came from the front of the ottoman. "What!? No. Mick, that was ... amazing. Really, really incredible. I mean it. But I don't think I can move. I also think you could park your truck in my ass now."

"Hah! Not quite honey, but you're gaping beautifully. Wait, is that your kidneys I can see up there?"

She giggled.

"Mick, do me a favour. I want to know what I look like. Can you take a picture? My mobile's over there on the table."

He looked down at his hands; one with the hairs on his wrist and forearm plastered against the skin with her fluids, the other with three fingers slightly stained from her ass and with dribbles of his cum as he'd finished himself.

"Think I'd better just wash up first, Jess, otherwise you're not going to want to use that phone again."

She turned her head to peer out between strands of the curtain of her hair as he held his hands out in front of him.

"Shit! Oops." A hand flew towards her mouth.

"Honey, considering what you just screamed at me, I think 'shit' is pretty mild. It's also actually quite accurate, at least on this hand. See?"

"Sorry, I get carried away."

"No apologies needed. Now that I know you swear like a Trojan when you're excited, I'd have been mortally offended if all I'd managed to get out of you was 'shit'!"

"Well then Mick, you've well and truly 'fucked the shit out of me'. Literally." She grinned weakly. "I consider my pipes thoroughly and professionally serviced. Now go wash up."

"Yes ma'am."

When he showed her the photo a few minutes later, her eyes widened. He'd also brought back a towel and she was now wrapped in it and sitting on the couch.

"Wow, I'm a mess. That's insane. I know you spread me a little bit when you took this, but I can see halfway up my ass! My hole's got to be at least two inches wide! No wonder I'm a bit sore. Tell me it shrinks again, otherwise I'm going to have to come up with a pretty creative explanation for Jon!"

"Yes, of course it does", he laughed. "But you need to go real easy for the next day or so. You are going to be a bit sore. I recommend a hot bath right now and then, if you've got any skin repair or anti-inflammatory cream, a little bit of that a couple of times over the next few hours will get you back to normal by tomorrow morning. I wouldn't have a hot curry for dinner tonight though ..."

"Hmm, best not. Mick, you know where the downstairs bathroom is if you want to have a shower. I'm taking your advice on that bath. Did you call me 'cowgirl' before? Not bad. I think I'll be walking bow-legged for the next little while."

She eased herself off the couch and, with a quick smile at him over her shoulder, walked upstairs. He sat for a moment longer on the couch looking at the wreck of the ottoman: the depressions from her knees, the glistening streaks of his semen and the darkening patches where her sweat and fluids were progressively staining at least half of the leather. Fuck. Seven-times lucky bastard! He went to take a shower, feeling more than a little bow-legged himself!

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Two weeks later, Jon and Jess had a BBQ at their place. Mick had just opened a beer when Jon walked up and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I meant to thank you Mick. Jess told me she had a plumbing problem while I was away. Something to do with pipes? She says you came over and fixed her up."

Mick choked and had to turn his head quickly to avoid spraying Jon with a mouthful of beer.

"Whoa, steady on mate. You're meant to drink it, not drown in it! You're alright?"

Mick recovered from coughing and spluttering and looked carefully at his best friend, but saw nothing on his face but concern and puzzlement.

"You sure you're OK?"

"Ah, yeah mate. Nothing a bit more beer – down the right way – won't fix."

Behind Jon, Mick saw Jess chatting to a few of their friends. She glanced up and caught Mick's eye. She smiled shyly and then gave him a surreptitious 'thumbs up', followed by a beautiful grin.

'Plumbing problem' indeed! Jon you lucky, bloody bastard!



Plumbing the Depths



I was feeling even more frustrated with my husband Jeff this particular morning. He seemed too busy at the office, too tired to take me out, and more importantly…too tired for sex!

It had all been different a year ago, before he got that damm promotion. Now I had to make do with the occasional quickie once a month. But even that seems to have diminished, of late. The only thrill I seem to get these days is by pushing myself up against the washing machine, whilst it completes its spin cycle. Oh I have all the usual girls toys to facilitate my sexual urges, but a six-inch piece of black pulsating rubber, is no substitute for the real thing. I was sexually frustrated, and as any girl will tell you…that’s a recipe for matrimonial disaster!

This morning was no different. As usual Jeff woke up with his normal morning ‘stiffy’, but soon pissed it away in the bathroom. That in itself is as frustrating as hell! What a waste. I’d have let him pee all over me, if I thought that it would have got him interested. Instead it was the usual peck on the cheek, and off to work.

So there I was, twenty-six, married for only eighteen months, and sexually deprived of a woman’s needs. Nothing for it, I would finish my coffee, get on with the housework, and then sort through my laundry. Thank you ‘Whirlpool’ at least you had the forethought to build your machines with a super fast spin cycle.

Sods law decreed that ‘If there’s a chance that something can go wrong…then it will’ and mine had! As I leaned over the sink to wash the pots…no water! Well not out of the taps anyway, everywhere else yes…but the taps…no! I watched in horror as a great pool of water seeped, from inside the cupboard under the sink, onto my nice clean kitchen floor. I reached under, getting soaked in the process to access the damage. It looked liked a pipe had burst. The only thing for it was to turn off the stop-valve and call in the plumber.

Mister Latimor, of Latimor and Latimor associates said they would send someone round immediately. I put down the receiver, not sure whether I had actually spoken to the plumbers, or a firm of overpaid stockbrokers. What ever happened to plumber’s names like Fred Wilkins, or Jack Mathews? Latimor and Latimore associates I ask you. There it was though at the top of the page in the Yellow Pages. At least I knew that some ‘yuppie’ from the stockbrokers wasn’t going to mistakenly call round, although the way I was feeling, it perhaps wouldn’t have been so bad.

It was over an hour later that the front door bell rang. I was upstairs changing at the time, so I leaned out of the window and called down. Whether or not the bell ringer heard me, or just chose to ignore me I don’t know, but he repeatedly kept on ringing anyway. Only half dressed, I pulled on my housecoat and rushed downstairs, before he lost heart and went away.

I must say… I was impressed as soon as I opened the front door. There’s something really sexy about a man in denim work overalls. My first thought… ‘He’s dishy.’

“Something wrong with your pipes Miss?” he asked, as if he didn’t really care. “I’ve been sent to sort them out.”

Talk about an opening straight from a cheap porno movie. I wondered if this was the part where I was supposed to wet my lips and drool. Or maybe rub myself all over whilst I wriggle about seductively, and reply, “I hope you’ve got a large plunger.”

Anyway, that’s what he said, ‘He’d been sent to sort my pipes out.’ I must admit though, it was the best offer I had received for over a month now. Apart from my interludes with the washing machine, and getting to stuff the occasional Christmas Turkey, my sex life to date was zilch! 

“You’d better come in then,” I replied, before my imagination got the better of me, and I really did blurt out something about his plunger.

Showing him into the kitchen, I opened up the cupboard under the sink and pointed out the offending pipe. I stepped away whilst he got down on his hands and knees, and buried his head deep inside the cupboard. ‘Mmm nice arse,’ I thought admiring his manly derrière, trying it’s best to burst its way out through the denim fabric.

“Ahh yes I can see a lot of wetness,” he declared, “Luckily its only a small split.”

“You’ve hit the nail right on the head,” I replied, trying to hold back a snigger. Call it coincidence; call it clairvoyance…I don’t really care. He was right in both instances. In fact, the way I was feeling, I was probably much wetter than the pipelines could ever be. It was definitely… My… ‘U’ bend that needed the servicing…desperately!

“Look can I leave you at it whilst I finish dressing?” I asked, hoping that he’d reply, ‘Don’t bother, I’ll be ripping your clothes off soon enough.’

“Sure you just go on right ahead, I work better alone.”

‘Bloody Hell’ I thought as I climbed the stairs, ‘Don’t tell me he’s a bloody Wanker!’

Stripping off my housecoat, I picked up my jeans and ‘T’ shirt from the floor, where I had thrown them in haste when the front door bell rang. The way I was feeling, a simple shirt and jeans would not do at all. I needed something sexy, something that said, “Look… come and lay me, I’m all up for grabs!”

Rummaging through my closet, I decided upon a white skimpy halter-top, and the tiniest red tartan kilted skirt, in the world. No I really mean it. The thing was positively indecent! Jeff had bought it for me from one of those sex catalogues last year. I had only ever worn the thing once, when he had brought home this porno movie and a cheap bottle of wine. We were supposed to be having, ‘A romantic night in,’ as he called it. Some night, as I remember! I was dressed cheap, but the wine proved to be even cheaper, and after Jeff drinking nearly the full bottle, he ended up in a drunken stupor on the floor. So there I was, dressed up like a dogs dinner, with no hungry hounds in sight! I did a lot of laundry that night too.

Yes the kilt was ideal. Like a wedding speech, just long enough to cover the bare essentials, but short enough to remain interesting. A deliciously naughty feeling crept through my body as I stepped into it. Smoothing down the pleats at the back, my fingers brushed against the cheeks of my bottom, which were trying their very best to escape. Yes, the kilt was perfect for what I had in mind. I slipped the skimpy halter- top over my head, and then stepped back to admire my reflection in the mirror. Reaching under my top, I gave my nipples a quick tweak, causing them to stand stiffly to attention. Now I was ready for action.

“Everything alright?” I asked as I returned to the kitchen. He still had his head buried inside the cupboard. I felt a bit disappointed. Silly really… because after all, he was only doing his job. I took a seat on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar and waited. It could only be a matter of time before he decided to come up for air. In the meantime, I hitched up my kilt as much as I dared without being too obvious, placed my foot on the bar stool support, and waited…and waited…and waited some more.

I was beginning to think that he had died on the job. I wonder if he would have stayed so long with his head buried under the sink, if he’d known, that just a few paces away sat a bored, randy housewife, with no underwear waiting to be severely fucked! I doubt it…unless he was gay! Oh my God…I never even gave that avenue a thought. Suppose he was?

After what seemed like ages, he emerged at last and sat up facing me. I felt the butterflies welling up in my tummy, as I sat there like a bitch on heat, giving him a perfect view of my ‘snatch.’

The expression on his face, plus the obvious bulge that had started to grow in the front of his pants, when he looked across at me, reassured my doubts about him, at least he wasn’t gay.

“See anything?” I asked. Then suddenly realized the dual meaning behind my words.

“Oh yea…quite a lot. I can see it’s really wet down there.” He grinned.

‘Jeeeze’ He was as bad as I was. This really was developing into a cheap porno movie script. 

“Your inlet pipe had worked loose,” he continued, “should be ok now.”

I crossed my legs, watching his face as I did so. I was pretty certain that he’d noticed that I was devoid of panties. If he did though, his face hadn’t given anything away.

“What could have caused it?” I asked, wishing that he would just run across the kitchen and jump me.

“Dunno, probably the vibration from your washing machine.”

Without turning my head, I glanced across at my Whirlpool. I’m sure he saw me blushing. It’s amazing isn’t it? How everything good in life has its consequences.

“Show me,” I suggested, as I slid off the stool, pretending that I hadn’t noticed the hem of my kilt, which had ridden up, briefly revealing my naked pussy.

I walked over towards the sink, and knelt down on one knee. From this position he had a clear view up my skirt. I saw him take a quick look, and though I couldn’t be certain… I’m sure I saw him lick his lips. Moving out of the way to let me see, I placed my other knee onto the floor. Now I was on all fours, the hem of my kilt had ridden up well over my naked buttocks. I could feel the dampness, trying to seep out from between my swollen labia. God I was really ready to be fucked! I buried my head inside the cupboard, in pretence of examining the pipe. I hadn’t the slightest idea of what I was looking at, but from the way I could hear the plumber fidgeting behind me, I was pretty certain that… He… knew exactly what he was looking at.

Then it happened! I must say that I was hoping it would, but it still caught me a bit by surprise. I felt his hands stroking my ankles. I just knelt there, with my head buried beneath the sink, not daring to move or say a word, my heart pumping like a ‘Jack Hammer’ out of control. I felt his hands slowly creep up my legs, caressing my thighs, until at last; they moved across my naked buttocks and pushed the hem of my kilt over my hips. I shuddered with anticipation, as I felt his hot breath on my bare cheeks.

I parted my legs a little as I felt his tongue lick along my inner thigh, in search of my overflowing honey pot! My cunt felt like it was on fire. His probing tongue had found its mark. He buried his head deep within the cleft of my buttocks, his nose pressed tightly against my anal entrance. I tried to move in order to face him, but he held me rigidly with these strong plumber hands of his. A small shudder of electricity passed through my groin, as I felt his teeth gently nibbling at my clit.

I gripped the water pipe under the sink tightly for support, and pushed back, grinding myself harder onto his face. My breath was coming in short gasps. I had waited so long for this. A girl can only do so much laundry.

He timed the moment perfectly. Just as the first throes of my orgasm began, he stopped his administrations and entered me from behind. A bolt of lightening shot up from my aching cunt, finishing up deep within my chest cavity. He was big…much bigger than Jeff. I could feel his hard cock filling me, banging against my cervix with each new thrust. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure…exquisite pleasure! Small fire-bolts seemed to run along my spine, with each forward thrust, as his balls banged against my clit. I was coming…I was coming big time!

I gripped the pipe harder for support as my body, which now seemed to have a will of its own, sent my muscles into climatic spasms. Every nerve ending in my body felt alive, causing me to twitch violently. Then I heard the scream…it was me…but I couldn’t have cared less. My noisy release from months of enforced celibacy, and frustration, seemed to spur him on even more. His thrusts became deeper and harder, threatening to lift me completely off the floor at one point.

I felt my climax begin to subside, then start to build up once again. The plumber…my saviour must have known my needs, for he suddenly plunged his thumb into my asshole. I shuddered at the new sensation. Jeff had never even thought about touching me there. Jeff had always treated me with respect…like a lady. He didn’t know that a lady isn’t someone that you just introduce to mother at dinner; a lady sometimes likes to be treated like a whore…to be fucked on all fours like a bitch on heat…even to be taken up the ass on occasions. Oh! I prayed that this was to be the occasion. 

My prayers were answered, in what could only have been a mili-second…half a heart beat... I felt his hard cock pressing against my tight little hole. I tried to relax my muscles to facilitate his entry, but whether he noticed or not, I don’t know. He just forced it in anyway. I could feel myself gripping his shaft, causing him to suck in breath in short little gasps. Reaching down between my legs, I wiped my hand around my sopping cunt, collecting the freely flowing juices, and smeared them onto his cock as it withdrew, ready for the next forward plunge. This seemed to do the trick, enabling him to increase the pace.

I could feel my second…or was it my third? Orgasm approaching. I frigged away at my clit in desperation. Like a woman possessed! I didn’t want this to end. Suddenly, I felt him go rigid, his cock seemingly increasing in girth, as he pushed hard against me. Then, with a little moan, he exploded deep within me. The sensation of feeling his hot spunk pumping out of his cock, took me over the edge…I screamed again! 

We both collapsed onto a heap in the middle of the kitchen floor, he with his overhauls around his ankles… and me with my skirt around my waist. The funny part about it was the fact that I was more worried about the spunk, which was seeping from my now throbbing ass, spoiling my nice cleanly polished floor. Which does prove one point. Men think about a six-pack and pizza after sex, whilst we women think about more practical things…like ‘I wonder if he’ll forget the plumbing charges?’

Needless to say that he didn’t. Mind you I really couldn’t care less. After all I got the best shagging I’ve had for years, plus the fact that I noticed a loose electric wire under the sink…Mmmm…perhaps I should give the electrician a ring…what do you think? 



Plumbing the Depths of Sex



Shy and a little sly, Peggy-Sue Graham had taught similar age but a slightly late developer Pete Pitt everything he knew about the subject dominant at the centre of his mind - sex. 

The closest Pete had come to sex pre-Peggy-Sue had been the towel flicking fights he'd with the guys after coming out of the showers after football practice when the coaches were never there supervising. Now with his nineteenth birthday coming up Pete thought he should find out more about plumbing the depths of sex from someone far more experienced than Peggy-Sue.

Deciding that was easy for the good-looking sluggish thinker with cute curly blond hair: the problem that loomed uncomfortably was how to source and convince that prospective tutor Pete would be a worthy student and deliver something they wanted – money or whatever. Peter knew he'd conjured up a mind bender with that word 'whatever'. Huh? Lazily he decided he'd find out when she hinted or perhaps told him emphatically. The more immediate of his worries was what if his erection was of insufficient length for a prostitute or how to behave if she sucked his balls. 

Prostitute? 

Ah, that was a thought but surely an enthusiastic, knowledgeable amateur would mean less of a hit on his back pocket, er his billfold? Well, well – so an older woman, a sexy older woman who'd feel flattered to be aiming Pete's dick into more effective rutting as he entered adulthood.

Yeah! Pete almost dribbled in excitement.

Either of his parents whom he likened to flaky shadows unless the issue appealed to them would be hopeless as consultants. Anyway what did they know about artistry and brinkmanship in sexual behavior? He suspected their fixed position on sex was Missionary; no use asking them. 

Compulsive knitter Grandma who adored spoiling him was a possibility but she'd shoot her mouth off to his mom who'd act wounded because he'd not consulted her before approaching far worldlier grandma. Oh, why was sex so complicated?

Complicated? He brushed a tickling and rarely combed curl away from his left eye and his mouth almost dribbled again as he recalled sweet Peggy-Sue's first lesson: "Aim it to slide in slowly here then push in deeply, pull almost right out...good, good...bang me hard...now pick up speed...now....AAAARRRRRRGH!"

Pete was doing the odd jobs for rich and very cool Mrs Marble who was married to "That Lazy Bum" as she called him; this was his fifth year of working under the watchful eye of Mrs Marble; her blue eyes that seemed to have become more watchful over the past year.

She'd sprawl on a deck chair on warm days, legs apart, slowly sucking a bottle of beer. But it was easy to see from body shape and her delicate arm movements – and the heaped on lipstick of course – that Mrs Marble was no weary male worker drinking straight from the bottle.

"What's the problem sweetie?"

He twitched and ignored her – she'd only just begun calling him 'sweetie' and 'big boy' in recent months. It was embarrassing.

Sweating slightly Pete placed another paving slab on the sandy foundation he'd leveled earlier; one slab to go.

"Pete baby, are you ignoring me?"

He sighed and muttered, "One slab to go Mrs Marble and I'm all yours."

"Ohmigod!"

Pete half-turned to find if she's spilt beer over those whoppers. He returned facing forward quickly, eyes almost gyrating, face flaming. He couldn't be quite sure as it had been only a glimpse but Mrs Marble appeared to have a hand stuck up under the hem of her dress. 

He needed to get out of here but felt trapped: there were two exits and she was seated between Pete and both of them. He could climb the fence but that seemed a little excessive and undignified for someone in their late teens.

"Come here baby and tell mommy what's wrong."

Pete skulked toward her, not making blue on blue eye contact. He felt uneasy; she was talking to him as if he were twelve years' old.

"Sit on mommy's knee baby."

See, that confirms it; actually more like a five-year-old. "No."

She smiled and hit below the belt: "I could tell your real mommy what you and been Peggy-Sue have been doing?"

How the hell did she know? Pete felt like a trapped rat. Now he was standing beside her he could easily make a run for it now; he'd be through the gate before she could move to hold him. Hell, she was old – he'd attended her thirty-third birthday last April. But his brain killed that idea: his mom would kill him – or more likely disown him – if she learned about him and Peggy-Sue as both their moms were to the same church, Peggy-Sue's mom being a big shot within church admin. How the hell had Mrs Big Tits found out?

He sidled in closer and asked what she wanted to know.

Pete's casual employer wore too much make-up for his likening – he liked girls with skin like peaches, and her hair really wasn't blonde; Mrs Marble had scruffy brown hair when he'd first come to work for her but since then 'Lazy Bum' he won a couple of promotions so she had more money to spend on making herself look good. Although she wasn't really fat her stomach had a bulge in it and by the look of the under-dress space her boobs took up, one was as big if not bigger than both of Peggy-Sue's.

"Sit!" she commanded, so he sat on her thighs, attempting to balance without holding on to her. 

She seemed to be breathing fast. "Okay, let's see what you've got."

Proudly flexed his arm, clenching fingers hard into his palm, Pete wondering if she'd feel as rather look at what he'd describe as 'the bulge of steel' of his upper arm muscle.

"You fool," she giggled and grabbed at his balls and half erect cock through his cargo shorts. "Oh my, no wonder Peggy-Sue hovers around you like a wasp around a honey pot."

Although alarmed Pete realized he should not object to her handling him; his ears began burning as he became aware 'King Dick' was growing in her hand.

"May mommy fetch it out?"

"Yes," he croaked, having no other answer.

Whereas Peggy-Sue took a full minute of fumbling to haul out her prize even when kneeling in front of him, this babe – er, Mrs Marble – had it out within ten seconds and she'd pushed him sideways and was licking it before he had time to regain his balance.

"Play with my tits," she mumbled, sucking him into her mouth.

"Tits? 

She'd called them tits. Both his mom and Peggy-Sue had separately on more than one occasion bawled him out for using that word; both claimed women would die of shame at hearing their breasts called that unwholesome word. Pink-faced Mrs Marble looked very much alive to him.

Pete reached under her armpit and touched the wad of fat. The word he though of was 'unwholesome."

She spat out his cock momentarily and coaxed: "Darling, undress the top of me and ease one out and them and suck and bite the nipple."

"Suck and bite? Hell, Peggy-Sue scarcely allowed him to touch hers, saying they were too sensitive. With shaking hands Pete undid the buttons down the back of Mrs Marble's dress. She waved both arms and miraculously the dress top fell to her waist. Pete licked his lips at the sight of the sexy black bra – holes all over it showing glimpses of white flesh. He felt his cock thicken and Mrs Marble groaned in approval.

Pete grappled to undo the three hooks and watched a swollen white tit dropped from under her armpit. Blue veins ran in a network through it and the bloated nipple was almost as big as his thumb – it looked revolting. But what now? How could he shift his body to mouth that nipple without throwing Mrs Marble out of work? Pete grabbed at the tit and hooked it; it came straight at his mouth as if on a weapon guidance system. He licked the nipple once and stared; it honestly looked to be asking for more. He began licking the nipple and working his fingers into her flesh. Surprisingly he felt his indifference turning into hunger for sex...at least he wanted her to appreciate what he was doing to this big beauty of hers. He reached under and began sliding his palm over the other one and suddenly he was jizzing into her mouth hard enough to fire his face and make him grunt repeatedly. Holy cow! What had he done to Mrs Marble?

"Wackadoo – what does your mom feed you on, super enriched straight protein?

"Just ordinary meals I reckon. Er, what now?"

"You run into the bathroom and fetch a towel and then we talk."

"But..."

Mrs Marble smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry Pete. My specialty is sucking cum out of young men. The other is reserved for Mr Marble."

Pete's disappointment showed and Mrs Marble sighed. "Bring my phone from the kitchen."

She wiped her mouth and thrust the towel under her panties. "You're very good Pete, you made me ejaculate without touching me down there. It's never happened to me before."

"How – what did I do?" 

"You attacked my breasts with enthusiasm, raising my sensitivity until my body had to release its sexual tension somehow so dealt with it by way of orgasm. It was simply beautiful. Thank you darling."

After tidying herself Mrs Marble said although Pete hadn't said what he was mooning about, she sensed it was his desire to experience other females.

"Is that right?"

Peter nodded – he wanted sex plus tuition. 

"Well, as I indicated, that's not for me. Let me call my younger sister."

"Shannon – it's Belle. Remember that young man working in my garden when you called the other day, dressed just in shorts and footwear and you said you'd like a piece of him?"

Pete couldn't hear the sister's voice.

"Yes, nicely developing torso and unruly blonde hair – that's him. His name is Pete and he soon turns nineteen. He's had a heart-to-heart with me and I've learned he wants to experience older pussy."

"No Shannon, you know I'm not promiscuous like you. Would you like to take him in hand?"

"Excellent what about this Saturday – Ted's going fishing all day isn't he?"

"I thought so. Well this way you won't have a boring day. Go to our beach house but take food – there's plenty of liquor there. Is 9:00 too early for you? Good, make a big day of it; he looks eager."

"That's fine Shannon. His name is Pete Pitt and he'll arrive in my car. He's a very nice young man. Plunder him darling – it's what he's seeking."

The pleased looking Mrs Marble, catching Pete's eye by straightening her bra, asked Pete had he followed the conversation. He nodded but said he was playing a club championship tennis match at 11:00 on Saturday.

"Well, you'll have to decide which is more important in your social development: less than ninety minutes of tennis or all-day sex."

"Where is your beach housing Mrs Marble?"

"Good boy."

* * *

Nervous Pete had an idea what to expect: he's been told Shannon was twenty-four, had been divorced for two years, was a lively high school music teacher, an artificial blonde but there was nothing artificial about her body although she wasn't quite so large as Mrs Marble 'up top.' Oh, she absolutely adored sex but wasn't rapacious about it. Peter rather liked the sound of that. When he'd picked up Mrs Marble's car she handed him a 10-pack of assorted condoms with a naughty smile and kissed him goodbye.

Shannon proved disappointing. She greeted him with a kiss and was very friendly, but lacked the smooth style of Mrs Marble and her face was rather hard. As soon as the first round of sex was over she showered and went shopping, not inviting Pete to accompany her. She was straight into sex again on her return but then went to sleep and it was 3:00 before they had lunch. Later she ordered him around tidying up the place. On her return from a walk along the beach – she insisted walking solo - they had sex on the kitchen table and then as soon as she cleaned herself up she waved goodbye and left, telling him to lock all doors and windows and to leave by the back door which would lock itself.

Mr Marble was home so Mrs Marble took Pete into the garden to talk. She sighed when he told her how disinterested Shannon was in him and said that's probably partly why the marriage had ended in divorce – Shannon really was only interested in herself. "But how was the sex?"

"Full on actually," Pete grinned. "She almost had me turned inside out; she's a real powerhouse."

"Well, let me find you a really sensitive and thoughtful instructress."

However, Pete intuitively turned down that offer. "I think following my experiences with you and Shannon I have completed sufficient advance instruction to satisfy myself and perhaps others. As I told you a couple of weeks ago, I join my father in his automotive business next week. My younger brother Mark is interested in working for you – if you want him. He'd come to you at the age I did, fifteen, and you'll be able to assist in his development as you did me."

"I know Mark by sight – a very polite boy, as were you. Please tell him I'd like to take him on as my protégé.

"Yes Mrs Marble."

"Mark, you're a man now. Call me Belle – always Belle, never Mrs Marble."

* * *

The next evening Pete and Peggy-Sue parked overlooking the river in his father's car which Pete had been given only just a couple of hours earlier in celebration of his imminent entry into the workforce. She slipped into his arms with familiarity.

"I haven't seen you for several days," Peggy-Sue complained. "I've been missing our sex. Where were you?"

"I spent time with dad studying systems at work so I possess understanding of the operation when I sign on. I worked my last time for Mrs Marble at her home and then went out to her beach house yesterday to tidy up there."

"Do you find Mrs Marble sexy?"

"I would be lying if I said no – she's old but has great tits."

"Pete, for goodness sake; I've told you to call them breasts, or even boobs if you must, but not by that word."

Pete grinned. "What word?"

"I'm not going to say it."

Peter began tickling Peggy-Sue; she writhed and demanded he stop doing that.

"Say tits and I'll stop."

He tickled her with increased intensity until she was shouting "Tits, tits, tits!"

"Yes let's have a look at these tits," he shouted, ripping open her dress and jerking her bra up above them.

"Ohmigod, what are you doing Pete?"

"About to feast on your tits."

"But you can't – they're too sensitive."

"That's because you haven't been sucking on this while I work your tits!" He unzipped and exposing his erection.

"You know I don't like the cheesy taste."

"That's because with you it's one suck and all over Rover. Lick, suck and swallow as much of it as you can – if you find yourself gagging pull back just a little and let your mind think about me doing disgusting things to you."

With rising excitement Peggy-Sue demanded: "Pete Pitt, what's gotten in to you and how do you know these things?"

"Anyone can read about these things, even you. The library has oodles of books about sexing up on sex."

"It tastes cheesy."

"Give it a few seconds for your taste-buds to be overrun by erotic signals from your brain. Now let me dribble on to my palm and massage your left boob – gosh, what a beauty, I think it's still growing."

Peggy-Sue paused her licking for a moment and said proudly, "I've just gone up a size."

"Congratulations honey – suck my cock as the first part of your reward while I attend to this firming nipple."

"Hmmm-hmmm-hmmm," Peggy-Sue hummed.

"Sluuuurp-Sluuuuuuuurp-aaaaah," sounded Pete.

"Plop!" was the sound as at least four inches of Pete's erection left Peggy-Sue's mouth. "I felt it growing thicker and beginning to pulsate in my mouth. You won't jizz down my throat will you?

"Yes unless you really plead that I don't do it. I want you to try it."

"Okay, the girls reckon those who don't swallow don't really trust their seducer."

"So you don't trust me."

"Give me your best shot Pete," Peggy-Sue said bravely. A couple of minutes later Pete obliged and she managed a couple of swallows before breaking free and taking the rest over her face while partly choking.

"Ohmigod, I've turned myself into a whore."

"Is that so bad?"

"Pete!"

"Er, you've just made the ultimate in sacrifice for your man. I loved pumping down your throat and then seeing your hose your face. It was a magnificent spectacle and may there be many encores in our future together."

"Our future together?"

"Oh yes Peggy-Sue. Babes prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice don't grow on trees. I've found out about several positions with great names like Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl – Missionary and Doggy we know about. But there are a number of others that one doesn't have to be as contortionist to perform - Hoovering the Floor one is called."

"Oh my goodness, we're babes in the woods really." She added slyly, "Some of the girls say you can rent or purchase instructional DVDs. Now listen to this: Marlene has been telling us she'd become addicted to anal, saying she's gotten her best shots away with Kevin doing anal while she strums and then smacks her clit."

"Um we ought to learn to walk before we run Peggy-Sue?"

"That's another thing sweetie. Since we're advancing into adult-style sex I want you and everyone else to call me just Peg from now on. Peggy-Sue sounds great if you are a child or a C&W singer."

"Okay, we seem to be moving along very fast tonight."

"Yes Pete, we do." Wound up Peg made no effort to hide her sly look. "Can we do Side Doggy and then try Anal?

"Anal?" Pete croaked. "But I don't have a lube tube with me."

The expression was outright wicked: "Ah, but I do. Over the last couple of days the girls have given me some tuition."

"Oh," Pete sighed, not bothering to explore that disclosure. "As usual you seem to be a couple of steps ahead of me."

"That's the beauty about sex," Peg said flicking her hair behind her ears. "A person can be so versatile."

THE END