3 comments/ 39021 views/ 0 favorites The Carpenter By: Horny-Fucker It's a good old life working for your self, well, at least most of the time it is, yeah so I get the odd bad payer and have to do some chasing but there are some benefits that outweigh all that. Yeah, right, I'm talking about fucking a stream of horny sluts. Seems that there's something attractive about screwing a workman hired to remodel your house and I'm not complaining at all. A lot of my school buddies think I'm a failure as I still work with my hands at 45 years of age, but, I make enough to pay the bills and, while they have that middle age paunch, or have to go to the gym, I've a hard, fit body. Ok, so I don't have the same amount of hair I had 20 years ago but I still look good in a T shirt and jeans and I always make sure I turn up at a job freshly shaved and clean, sure I go home grubby but it's the start that counts. And, like I said, it's a turn on for a surprising number of women. I've fucked my way through college girls, their moms, middleclass sophisticates, out right sluts, married, single, old, young and in between. They've all had one thing in common, they wanted to be filled with rock hard cock and sticky cum. I've fucked cunts, asses, mouths, tits and been wanked as I got busy with my tongue before unloading into and onto gorgeous hot female bodies, long may it continue. Take the other week as a for instance, I roll up to this house, in its own paddock area and am shown in to the kitchen by an attractive woman of around 40, blond shoulder length hair, tallish and slim, nice tight ass and biggish tits. The new kitchen they've ordered is in the garage and they want it fitted right away. They'd heard I was good and could I start soon? I gave her a ball-park figure, said I'd itemise it and drop it by, if it was ok I could start that week. Sure enough my costing was ok and I started mid-week. The kitchen opened out onto a secluded patio area that just looked ideal for some outdoor fuck sessions, though Mrs Tight Arse was out at work all day. Anyway I got on with what I do and, as it was mid summer and roasting, I had the doors and windows wide as I worked. In this game there is a lot of grovelling about on hands and knees as you fit stuff and, after lunch, as the sun beamed down on the patio, I glanced up and was confronted by two pairs of sneaker clad feet attached to long slim, lightly tanned legs that disappeared up inside short skirts. Sitting back I could get a better view of the owners – two sexy girls dressed for the sun. Both had on halter tops and had their hair pulled back, both looked very fuckable. "Hi, aunt Em said there'd be someone working here," said the elder girl, "I'm Lucinda and this is Sophie, aunt Em is Sophie's mum and we're cousins. We're just going to chill in the garden and enjoy the sun but we need something to drink." I told her that the fridge was still plugged in, or the tap was working if they wanted water. Both giggled at that and said that they'd find something in the fridge, with that they brushed past me and went over to the fridge. I glanced over as they opened the door and was treated to the sight of them both bending over from the waist causing their skirts to ride up and expose their taught buttocks. They both looked round to see if I was looking, Sophie giggled and Lucinda blew me a kiss. Picking up a bottle of white wine, they fetched two glasses and sauntered out of the kitchen. As they did, Lucinda held my gaze and ran her tongue over her lips and it may have been my imagination but I was certain her hand brushed my crotch on purpose before she went out the door. For the next hour I could hear them outside as they worked their way through the bottle and enjoyed the sunshine. Then, when I was lying on my back working on the underside of the work top, I heard the pair come into the kitchen. Alcohol had made them a bit bolder this time and I heard Sophie giggle "I wonder what his cock is like? Lucinda said "Let's find out, shall we?" There was more giggling and then I felt a hand on my crotch and Lucinda said "Mmmm Mr Workman, I think we need a hand outside." Easing my head up I could see Lucinda squatting down as she stroked my crotch, I could also see that she'd removed her panties and she was looking directly at me, licking her lips. I eased further up so that I could get a better look at them and saw Sophie standing twirling some material around on her finger. She hiccupped, then grinned and said "I seem to have taken my panties off too." I struggled to my feet and followed Sophie outside, not easy to do with someone's hand inside your jeans, wanking your cock. At the far side of the patio it was easy to see why there'd been so much giggling all afternoon because as well as the bottle of white wine the pair had polished off a bottle of red and there were a selection of plastic dildos on the table. "They're aunt Em's," giggled Lucinda, "uncle Marcus isn't always around. We're tired of plastic cock, we want some real, squirty cock, little Sophie here hasn't had a real one and I thought it about time she did." As she spoke, Lucinda undid my jeans and slid them down. Sophie came over and wrapped her hand around my cock "will you fuck my little pussy with your rock hard fuck pole?" she cooed, questioningly. Lucinda said "we have to make it really hard, like this," and slipped her mouth over the end of my shaft and sucked her way up and down. As she released me a string of saliva joined her lips to my cock, "here Sophie," she breathed, "you try." Looking down I could see Sophie's blond head bobbing up and down as her lips engulfed my cock. Behind her, Lucinda was encouraging her cousin to suck and play with my balls too, while she eased off Sophie's skirt and massaged her pert teenage tits through her top. Her cousin had her hands on my thighs as she used her lips and tongue on me, from her mouth came the sexy slurping sounds of a good blow job and moans of a horny young girl getting hornier by the second. By this time I'd collapsed back onto one of the loungers and Lucinda had removed my jeans and T shirt. As Sophie sucked and licked away Lucinda ran her fingers over my chest and "you lucky man, you're going to slide your cock into my gorgeous cousin in a few moments." I slipped my hand up her thigh and felt her soaking cunt "and her fuck slut cousin," I said, huskily. Lucinda grinned "mmmmmm." With that Lucinda gently moved her cousin out of the way and said "Right Sophie, this is what to do." She straddled me and pulled up her teeny skirt, exposing her trimmed cunt, and looking at me gripped my shaft – still glistening from Sophie's sucking and gently inserted the tip of it into her cunt. Her face radiated pure pleasure as she gradually impaled her self. "See, Sophie," she gasped "gently slide it all the way into your cunt, just like aunt Em's dildo, except this is hot and will squirt thick creamy cum into you." Lucinda's eyes grew wide as my cock slid further into her greedy fuckhole, there was a moment of anxiety shown in her face as she thought it might be too much for her but I bucked my hips and she cried out then moaned as the last inches filled her. Breathlessly she gasped "oh fuck that's gooood." With her eyes shut she gently began to ride me and I could feel her cunt muscles gripping my cock. All the time she kept up a murmuring "oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh Sophie, just a little more then you can have this gorgeous cock inside your cunt." Her cousin giggled "Lucinda is having fun," she said as she traced my hairy chest. Then Sophie licked her lips and said "My cunt will have to be very wet to take that big cock, will you lick me to make sure?" I nodded and Sophie straddled my face and lowered her teenage cunt onto my mouth. I could hear Lucinda, almost sobbing now, "oh fuck, oh fuck, oooohhhhh oh god, oh fuck." And feel her juices running out of her cunt and soaking my loins as her sweet cunt milked me. Sophie's musky cunt juice filled my mouth as I tongue fucked her, lapping at her sweet pussy until she was gasping in pleasure. From behind her I could feel Lucinda riding me faster and her moaning was more frantic and she was crying out "I'm cumming, oh fuck I'm cumming," which changed to a yelled "oh shit, oh fuck aaaaaahhhhhhh…." As she came, collapsing forward over her cousin, my rock hard cock still inside her. It took her a few moments to calm down then she grinned and said "Wow, what a fuck, and look Sophie, his cock is still stiff and those balls are full of cum for you." It took seconds for the girls to swap positions and Lucinda gave my cock a gentle wank as Sophie positioned herself over my loins. Then she lowered herself down and Lucinda slipped my cock, still slick with her juice, into Sophie's fuck hole. The younger girl's eyes opened wide as the tip slipped past her soaking lips, Lucinda was whispering encouragement for her cousin to take all of my cock and massaging Sophie's thighs and cunt telling her to take it easy and "…get all of the horny fucker's cock in…" With her eyes screwed shut, gradually Sophie lowered herself down until I was completely inside of her, for a few moments she was rigid, frightened to move in case she was split in two, then she relaxed and started to roll her hips and give a nervous laugh "… like this Lucinda?" she asked. "Oohh yesssss, Sophie, can you feel him stretching your cunt?" "mmmmm" breathed the young girl. Sophie set up a rhythm of rocking, not really riding my cock but allowing it to move inside her gorgeous young fuck hole and give her the sensations she obviously craved. Not as vocal as her cousin, Sophie kept murmuring – almost to her self – "oh, yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes mmmmmmm" over and over as she rocked back and forward. I raised my self up on my elbows so that I could see the sexy girl enjoying my cock as she kept up a steady motion. Lucinda had stripped and her taught body throbbed with desire and jealousy as she really wanted to be where her cousin was. "Mmmm c'mon Sophie," said Lucinda, "let's have that top off." As she spoke, Lucinda eased her cousin's halter top up and over the head of the unresisting girl who was concentrating on milking my cock and hardly noticed that she was naked and fucking in her back garden. Lucinda was behind her cousin and I could see her hands snaking round and playing with Sophie's pert tits while the gorgeous young blond rested her head on Lucinda's shoulder. I began to sense that it wouldn't be long before I was going to cum and gritted my teeth to make it last as long as possible, not easy with a cute teenager riding on your cock and getting very close to her own orgasm. Sophie was panting and gasping and sobbing as she kept up her pace and low murmuring "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over. I too was panting and gasping, trying to hold on until, suddenly Sophie wailed "I'm cumming, oh, God, I'm cumin…aaaaaaahhhhhhh." She arched her back and I could feel her cunt muscles grip my cock and then I heard a voice gasp out in horror "Sophie! Lucinda! What ARE you doing?" Shit! Sophie's mum. With that I let go and squirted my cum deep inside her daughter. After that it was a mixture of sensations with me sending spurt after spurt of thick cum up a hot cunt, Sophie crying and gasping and in pleasure, her mum yelling "you fucking bastard." Lucinda was saying "oh aunt Em, you prude, he's got a wonderful cock and he fucking knows what to do with it. Get fucking naked and enjoy it with us, I'm sure there's more cum left." Sophie had collapsed back onto her cousin, exhausted, dripping in sweat, my semi hard cock still in her sticky cunt and our juices trickling out of her. Her mum was glaring at me, not sure what to do next and Lucinda was playing with the sticky mess that was between her cousin's cunt and my cock and, with her hands all covered, she wiped them on her aunt's blouse. I could see her nipples react and stiffen through the material as Lucinda played with them. "That's better aunt Em," she grinned, "just think of that cock inside you. I'm going to get filled with cum from him next, will you help us get him hard? I grinned as 'Aunt Em' licked her lips, this job might take longer than I thought… The Carpenter Ch. 02 I must admit to being a horny fucker and sex is never far from my mind, I make no apologies for this as there are few things in this world better than fucking. My job as a self employed carpenter gives me plenty of opportunity to indulge in fucking being as how I'm in and out of houses all day long. For instance, a few weeks ago I took a call in the office of my workshop from a woman who wanted some doors making and fitting to her house. She admitted on the phone that, as she had been trained in arty stuff at college, she was particular about what she wanted and had a few designs sketched out and wanted to see if I could make what she wanted. "Yeah, fine," I said, "come over to the workshop any time you like and we can discuss it." I don't mind this sort of work because sadly it's rare to find someone who has a decent idea what they want. Anyway Avril said she would call when she was passing if that was ok, "if I'm in, it's ok, if I'm out then it's not, though you could phone to check first." Anyway she walked into the workshop late one afternoon, a very petite, mousey woman two or three years older than me. She was very obviously the hippie art chick, little if any make-up behind her large glasses, longish blonde hair with a natural curl in it and a bit of colouring to mask the grey bits, loose T shirt and baggy jeans and sandals on her feet. Not stunningly attractive but fuckable all the same. It might be good to give a quick word about the typical workshop here – for some reason materials suppliers all seem to produce calendars with big titted naked models sprawling over the product being sold. Not that I mind of course, but it would be better if these big titted models actually delivered the products I buy. Anyway there are lots of these calendars all over the workshop walls, I leave them up because I like them and if any one doesn't well, tough shit… So, Avril came in and introduced herself and said "Gosh, she's a big girl," referring to the girl on the calendar who'd seen fit to leap into a swimming pool in a white cotton dress that was now see-through as she climbed out. Avril laid her designs on my workbench as I thought about laying Avril on the workbench and we discussed what was going to be possible and I said I'd call and do some measuring in few days. It may have been imagination but I thought that as we shook hands hers lingered just a bit longer than it should and she held my gaze for more than was necessary for a client. I called on her as promised and made my measurements, told her the cost and got the go-ahead. And it wasn't long before I was piling the doors into my van and heading out into the countryside to her place to fit them. Avril lives on a remote small farm, fucking miles from anywhere, way off the main road and up a dirt track, she'd said she'd be out when I got there but the key would be in the barn. Duly found, I un-loaded and began work. She'd been particular about the design of her stuff and had needed several samples to see what the design would look like in wood and eventually we'd agreed and this was the first batch. Work progressed well until dinnertime and I was sitting down with a cup of coffee when I heard her car return. Avril must have gone into the house by the other door as I heard her coming through, to where I was, from the other side of the house. I was a bit surprised to see her dressed as she was in a very short skirt, white blouse, black stockings and killer heels, so much so that I felt my cock stiffen. As she inspected the work I'd done so far I walked over and asked what she'd thought? She made great play on studying it. "Hmmmm, I'm not sure…" These are the worst possible words a tradesman can hear. They usually mean 'changes' and a discussion on who pays. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing, but now I see it in situ perhaps a tweak or two might be in order." I started to say that we'd agreed a price and the work was to her exact designs and that it was difficult and expensive to change stuff, when I felt her hand undoing my jeans. "Hmmmmmm maybe I can persuade you?" As she said this, Avril released my cock from my jeans and gripped the shaft wanking me gently. "My, aren't you hard," she added as she went down on her knees in front of me and kissed the tip of my cock. She slipped her mouth over the end and swallowed as much of my shaft as she could, I sank back against the door frame and sighed. I could feel her lips caressing me as her head bobbed up and down. She was playing with my balls as she sucked and wanked my cock. I felt her ease up my shaft and I looked down in time to see her running her tongue around the tip of my cock, over the slit at the tip and all around the head. She had my foreskin pulled right back and my shaft glistened with her saliva. "Is that good?" she giggled. It was all I could do to moan as her mouth covered my cock with hot wetness. Avril sucked and slurped and played with my balls, bobbing her head as she took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could sometimes slowly sometimes fast I lost track of time until I could feel the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm. Avril could sense it too, teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue, nibbling, biting until I felt I couldn't hold on any longer… then she stopped. "Will you modify the doors?" "Wha..? What? Yes, yes, anything just fucking suck me," I gasped. Grinning, she bent to her task and sucked me with renewed vigour. Up and down went her head, she played with my balls and wanked the shaft until with a shout I came. "Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, ohfuck ohshit ohfuck," I sent buckets of cum into her mouth. Avril sucked, wanked, gulped, swallowed and gasped as my sperm filled her greedy mouth, splashed over her face and into her hair. Spurt after spurt blasted from my well sucked cock to cover her face, run down her chin and splash on her blouse. "See? I told you I could be persuasive," she laughed as she licked her lips. "Mmmmm you taste fucking good." Still slumped against the door frame it was all I could do to grin down at her. But after a few moments I managed to say "There will be extra cost for the changes, though." Avril stood up and said "Oh, dear, and me a poor divorcee and mother of two little girls… I can hardly afford to keep house and body together." I followed her gaze to the photo on the table of Avril and two girls around twenty. They were younger versions of her. Grinning, I picked Avril up by the waist and hoisted her so her legs went either side of me and lowered her down. I was delighted to find she was naked under the mini skirt and my still hard cock slid into her cunt. "Who said anything about money…" "Oh, you terrible man," she said, in mock horror, "are you going to use my body as a fuck toy? Fill me with cock? Cum inside of me?" "Yes, I'm going to fuck the extra cost out of you." I told her. "Good," she said, wrapping her legs around my waist, "Fuck me you bastard, fuck me hard, make me fucking cum." Then she squealed as I bucked my hips and drove my cock deeper in her cunt. "It's going to take you ages to pay for all the extra work," I told her as I waddled my way over to her table and plonked her arse on it. Pushing her back I began to fuck her sloppy cunt. "Mmmmmmm," Avril moaned, "that's nice," as my cock slid in and out of her. "You'll not convince me that I've extra cost on the work, surely some little tweaks won't be that much work?" she grinned, then gasped as I fucked her harder. Ramming my cock in to her fuck hole I told her that her body was mine to play with and she'd soon be screaming and agreeing to anything just to get my cum in her. In and out I thrust, squelching and slopping as my balls bounced off her arse. "No, I won't," she managed to gasp out, before moaning with pleasure, "you'll have to fuck me deeper than that." As she said this I really rammed her pussy, grinning I said "Like that, you mean?" "Aaaaahhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm oooooohhhhhhh yessssss," she whimpered, and gave up trying to speak, only soft moaning and purring noises told me she was enjoying a good fucking. That and her cunt muscles gripping my cock, of course. As she lay back on the table, her legs splayed and her nipples almost poking through her blouse I alternated between long slow thrusts that filled her and fast furious short jabs that caused her to squeal out in pleasure. Until she started to gasp "I'm cumming, oh yesss faster make me cum you bastard…" she wailed. "Oh, sorry, shall I stop…?" I said, knowing I wasn't far from cumming myself. Avril's eyes opened wide "Don't you fucking dare stop," there was panic in her voice. "Hmmm now, about the cost…?" "Yes, yes, anything, use me as a fuck toy, I don't fucking care just don't stop." She was up on her elbows now and wrapping her legs around my back, pulling me into her. "Now, fuck me and fill me," she pleaded. Grinning I began to thrust and she remained up on her elbows as I pounded into her cunt, "Mmmmm, I'm going to cum," I gasped. "Yes, yessss, oh fill me cum in my cunt, fill me with cream," she begged, almost sobbing. "Ok ok, ok," I gasped , "Here I cumaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," and the first blast of sperm rocketed into her pussy from my cock, and this tipped Avril over the brink and into her own orgasm. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck," she screamed wrapping her legs even tighter around me as I squirted deep into her womb. "Oh yessss, aahhh, oooohhh, mmmmmm, God this is fucking good." Spurt after spurt filled her greedy cunt and she lay back enjoying being filled, her cute face still sticky from the blow job earlier, now her cunt and thighs being just as sticky from our combined cum from this frenetic fuck. Neither of us could talk only gasp and moan as we came to the end of our orgasms. After a few moments resting my softening cock eased out of Avril's cunt. "Mmmmmmmm," she breathed, "my cunt feels so used." As she spoke she was wiping a sticky dribble of cum up with her finger before sucking it clean. "I just love cum," she laughed, "and cock," she added. Laying back she drew her knees right up and let them fall apart, opening up her sticky pussy and dipping her fingers inside transferring the cum to her mouth. "I hope this job isn't going to be finished too quickly?" she asked. "And that you're going to have to come back lots to sort minor details?" In answer I just grinned and stroked my stiffening cock along her thighs. Avril's face split into a wide grin "Give me that fucking cock," she squealed, "come on get it fucking in me and fill my cunt with cum again and again you horny fucker…" The Carpenter Works on the Wife The remodeling guy had been out to our house off and one for about three weeks. My husband had hired him to replace all the interior doors and handles as well as refinish the windows. His name was Steve and he was a nice guy in his mid forties with graying hair and a potbelly. He was always in a great mood and always made me laugh. His only fault was that he would talk to my breasts instead of me. I don't know if it was a drawback, I kind of liked it. Steve always asked a lot of questions about how I wanted things to look. One day while he was setting up one of the doors, he asked how it looked. The finish looked great but the door was missing its handle. Steve said he had ordered matching handles and they would be in next week. He shut the door and asked how it was hanging. I knelt down and looked through the hole into the other room. I saw Steve and was looking at his crotch. We had been flirting off and on so I said, "It looks like it's hanging pretty good from what I can see." Steve saw me on my knees looking through the empty hole and asked, "Do you need a better view, you may not be able to tell." I replied, "Hmmm, maybe if I could see more, I would be able to offer a better opinion." There was a bit of silence until I said, "Well, are you going to show me more?" Steve's hand moved to his zipper and I was soon looking at Steve's boxers. I could see his bulge growing and said, "Steve, it's looking better but there's still something in the way." "Why don't you move it?" I could see Steve's cock push against the fabric as he lowered his boxers. He had a really nice looking cock. I was a little bit embarrassed by the turn of events, the flirting seemed to be getting out of hand but I couldn't stop. "Hmmm, bring it closer so I can see it better." Steve moved forward, his cock bouncing up and down as he did. He stopped just short of the hole. I was looking at his blunt cock-head and staring at his dick hole. I was dripping wet at this point and wanted his cock in my mouth. "Steve, put it through the hole, I need to touch it." Steve moved forward, his dick slowly slipped through the hole and extended out the other side. I immediately reached up and slowly stroked his cock while squeezing it tight. It felt to good to hold. My husband had been out of town for 5 weeks on business and having a real cock in my hand again sent electricity down my body. "Steve, would you like me to put your thick cock in my mouth?" "Yes, I want to fuck your mouth." I slowly began licking the heavily veined shaft and could hear Steve moaning. His cock was now wet with my saliva and shining in the light. I released my grip and moved my lips about an inch away from his fat, purple cock-head. I started blowing lightly on his cock. Just little puffs of air. Each time, his cock would convulse. Then I opened and wide as I could and put is cock in my mouth without touching it. It tasted salty and was very musky. I let out breaths of hot air while doing this and Steve's cock would twitch with each breath. After teasing his cock for a while, I started to flick it with my tongue. Steve was moaning and begging me to suck his cock hard. After I thought his dick was teased enough, I built up my rhythm until I was pumping him with my hand and mouth. I would stop periodically and ask Steve if that was enough. He would moan and tell me, "Suck my cock, make me cum." "I want to cum in your mouth." I would reply, "But what would my husband say about this." I finally stopped teasing him and went to work on his cock. I really needed him to cum in my fucking mouth. I had been working my pussy with my hand and after I started getting serious about draining Steve's cum, I started to build up to an orgasm. It wasn't powerful when it came, but it was very pleasant. Just after I came, Steve started to moan loudly. I could feel his cock starting to convulse and felt the first gooey, salty squirts in my mouth. I backed away and jacked his cock with my hand. Hot cum seared across my face. His cock was convulsing and spurting stream after stream of hot cum. Splashing against my face, it covered my eyes, nose, hair, mouth and throat. After I squeezed his cock and licked the last drop of his cum off of his dick, I took off my shirt and let the cum run down my chest and on my tits. Steve opened the door and said, "That was an incredible blow job." "It's been a while for me." I looked up and replied, "I could tell, you really made a mess of me." He just smiled and said this was the best job he's had in a while as he stared at my exposed, sperm covered tits. I ran off to the shower and Steve got himself together and started working again as we both quickly separated, half embarrassed at what happened. I gave him a warm hug as he left that night. During the next week and a half, I "inspected" each door the same way. Steve wouldn't even wait for me to get there before his cock would be sticking through. By the second week, he was treating me more like his little cock whore. He not only called me in for "inspections" but would track me down and push his cock into my mouth, no matter where I was. He took me everywhere. He fucked my mouth in the backyard, the dining room, the kitchen, the laundry room, in my car as I was getting ready to leave...anywhere he needed it. He even unlocked the bathroom door to find me taking a bath. As I sat there in the soapy water, he took out his sweaty cock and pushed it into my mouth. He always came fairly quickly and always went back to he work immediately after. I loved it. I knew that I would be fed cock everyday and found it exciting to never know when or where. The anticipation was hot. By the last week before my husband returned, he had started fucking me. It started at the door holes. He asked if I would show him my pussy through the hole. Just as I was in position, I could feel his cock trying to probe and push into me. His hardened cock head slipped in and buried itself into my hot little hole. It was great to have a real cock in my pussy again. It wasn't my husband, but it was a nice substitution until he returned. It was a strange sensation to be fucked that way. It was almost like some fuck machine. Steve fucked me hard through the door and came equally hard into my pussy. His cock pulsed longer than my husband's as I felt him filling me with his seed. When he was finished, he pulled out and opened the door saying, "Why don't you clean this mess off my cock." I did as he asked and gave his cock a nice tongue bath. During the last week, he would fuck me once or twice a day. Just like when he made me give him blowjobs everywhere, the fucking was the same. He even fucked me on my belly in the front yard. I was working behind a hedge when I heard him approach. As I turned, he pushed me to the ground and held me by the back of the neck. With his other hand, he pushed my t-shirt up, almost ripping it. He then tugged at my jean shorts until they too slid off with my panties. I felt so completely exposed lying naked in the front yard with him on top of me. No one from the street could see because of the hedge but the next door neighbors could if they were looking out a window. I could feel him pulling his pants down. "Not here, please." He spread my legs, and I could feel myself getting wetter. Being caught, being fucked, it was setting my body on fire. He was in control and I could feel his dick wiping my wet pussy lips just before he pushed in. "Steve, what if we're caught?" His only response was the feeling of his fat cock being pushed into my pussy. He started pumping me hard. I laid on my belly and took it like the good slut he was making me. I could hear people walking by on the sidewalk but didn't care at that point. His cock felt too good, I wanted him to fuck me like that forever. I came, and loudly. He just laughed and then pushed into my ass. It hurt like hell, but after a few thrusts it felt a lot better. His thick cock was pumping me harder and then he withdrew and rolled me over. He came on my grass stained tits as I lay there exhausted from his abuse. He pulled up his pants and walked back inside, leaving me lying there covered in his drying cum and a sore ass. Like the blowjobs, I came to look forward to him taking me. It was so spontaneous and erotic that I craved it daily. I eventually started walking around either completely nude or with cloths that could be easily removed. The first day I did this, he took me as soon as he saw me. He took me once in the kitchen. I was making lunch when he came in and pushed me to the floor. I was on my hands and knees when he lifted up my skirt to find my abused and swollen pussy. He moved in fast, forcing himself into me. He pulled one of my arms back and roughly kneaded my then exposed breast. He fucked me hard, occasionally slapping by tit or ass. He pulled out and I could feel his cock-head at my ass. It was quite sore from the it being fucked in the front yard and I could take it again. I moved quickly forward and stood up to get away, half playing, wanting him in my pussy again. As I started to turn, he pushed me over the table, once again exposing my ass. As I started to say wait, I could feel the vegetable oil hitting my ass. He asked my want I wanted, and then mounted my ass. He started pumping me slow. I could feel him going deep and the pressure was intense. I don't think I took a breath for at least two minutes as he continued to fuck me in the ass. After a while, my orgasm started to build and then released. I felt warm and faint as he started to cum deep in my belly. When he was through, he pulled out letting his sticky, white semen stream out of my gaping hole. His work was done but he did show up on the last day. As he walked in he said, "I hope you don't have anything planned today." With that, he bent me over, raised my skirt and pushed my panties to one side. He then stuck his dick in my pussy. He was fucking me in the entry with the door wide open. Anyone who would have walked by could have seen. He fucked me hard in a standing doggy style at the front door. As he did I started to protest, telling him we should go inside. He just continued to slam his hard dick into me. After a bit, he took hold of my hair and raised me up, facing the street. He pulled my blouse down, leaving my tits to bounce up and down with each of his rough thrusts. Just as someone was walking by on the sidewalk, his cock began to release. He didn't stop pumping me as he came. As his fucking slowed, he pulled out and pushed me down to suck his dick. I ate our mixed crème off of his cock as his cum drained out of me and onto the entry floor. The risk of being seen seemed to add to the eroticism of the moment. He took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. My thighs were slick with cum as I followed him. He fucked me the rest of the day. I don't know how many times, but in between he would either eat my pussy or I would play with his cock. It was intense and draining as the day wore on. As Steve was leaving, I said, "Now that you've made me your little slut, you'll have to come back once in a while and take care of me." "I plan on it," Steve said. With that, he slapped my sore ass and left. I still see Steve once in a while. He'll stop by now and again and "checks the door handles." He either takes me right away or has me "inspect the door" with the handle removed. My husband made a comment the other day, "It's funny how stained and streaked our bedroom door is getting." "What are these white streaks running down from the handle." I replied, "Maybe we should call that carpenter guy back to check them out." He said, "I'll call him in the morning." My pussy is wet just thinking about it. The Carpenter's Daughter When I was a little girl, my dad worked as a carpenter. The company he worked for was like one big family; we'd get together for nearly every holiday for picnics and parties, all the parents and all the kids. There were about ten kids around my age, both boys and girls, within five years either direction. We'd hang out together, keeping each other out of trouble, just being friends. There was one man who had two boys around my age, but they went to the private school in town while I went to the public school. I always thought the older was really cute, but he never gave me the time of day. As I got older I realized the dad was a real hunk; there were rumors that he was a womanizer. Heck, half the guys my dad worked with cheated on their wives, but Chad was the only one I was ever attracted to. When I started daydreaming about men, he was right up there with the guys from Hollywood. We grew up, the company got bought out by a larger corporation, and the family atmosphere died out. The kids grew up, the parents eventually retired. I lost track of the other "carpenter kids," as we called ourselves. I was living in the state capitol, about two hours from home, working as a legal secretary, but my mom was having health problems, so I quit my job and returned home to care for her. One day I was getting gas when I heard a man addressing me. I turned to see who it was, and it was Chad. Of course I immediately walked over to give him a hug. "You remember Jake, don't you?" he asked, gesturing to the man next to him. My jaw dropped. The younger son had turned out to be quite a hunk! He laughed at my reaction and shook my hand. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I look just like my dad, I've grown up nicely, blah, blah, blah." I laughed too. "So what's Tad doing?" I asked, curious to know if his brother was still as cute. Just as I asked I felt someone bump me from behind. I looked over my shoulder, and there was Tad himself. I swallowed hard. Here I was, surrounded by three of the most gorgeous men I knew, and they all were eyeing me like I was a juicy steak. We chatted for a bit; seems Chad had started his own construction company and the sons were helping him out, being part owners. After talking for a few minutes, they each hugged me goodbye. I daringly kissed Chad on the cheek as I hugged him, then looked challengingly at each of the sons, daring them to say anything. Over the next few months I'd often see them around town. We'd run into each other at the gas station, the bank, the post office, and I'd always give whichever I saw a hug and a kiss on the cheek. As the months went by, the hugs became a bit tighter with more body contact, and the kisses moved back onto the neck - except with their father. I was always careful to kiss him on the cheek, keep the hugs light. I knew the boys (men!) were discussing me; one would comment on things I'd said to the other. I never realized where their thoughts were going though, until one day Tad asked me out. "Hey," he said casually while we were chatting. "Jake and I were wondering if you'd like to go out sometime?" I didn't miss the double reference. "Jake and I?" He blushed slightly. "Well, yeah. We didn't want to fight over you, so we thought we'd share - at least at first." I opened my mouth as what he was suggesting registered. "You want me to go out with -both- of you." He fidgeted. "Uh, yeah. Like, dinner and a movie, maybe? Maybe dancing?" I smiled. He was so sweet, and I did like them both. "Ok," I agreed. "When?" "This Friday," he didn't hesitate. "We'll pick you up at 6, ok?" "Ok," I smiled at him. This time the hug and kiss were something more... he ran his hands down my back and captured my lips with his briefly. The next day I ran into Jake at the gas station. "So, what kind of food you like?" he asked as he pumped my gas. "Chinese? Italian? Nothing too spicy," I answered. He grinned as he moved to take me in his arms. His hand roamed down to my ass for a moment and he nibbled lightly on my ear. "Mmmmm," I moaned lightly, loving the feel of his hands on me, his teeth on my ear. He smiled at me as I drove away. Over the next few days I got the feeling I was a prize they were both trying to win. Tad carried my groceries to my car on Wednesday. His hug was just short of being pornographic; when he kissed me he slipped his tongue between my lips. On Thursday Jake stood behind me in line at the bank, so close I could feel his cock bulging against my ass as he whispered in my ear. I began to think they were scoring points, each of them doing his best to get me into his bed. Like any hot-blooded woman I was loving the attention. Friday came and they picked me up in Tad's Camaro. It was like him, hot and fast. We talked all the way to the restaurant, Jake leaning forward from the backseat, his breath hot on my shoulder. They each put an arm around my waist as we walked into the restaurant. People stared, but I didn't care. I loved the aggressive way they were acting toward one another, friendly, yet constantly trying to one-up each other. In the restaurant they each kept one hand on my leg. Since it would have been impossible for me to eat and keep one hand on each of their legs, I rewarded them with little touches now and then; a caress of the hand here, a bump from my shoulder there. "Now what?" I asked as we left the restaurant. "Dancing," they both said at the same time. I grew slightly breathless at the thought of grinding on the dance floor between the two of them. And that's how it happened. Every time we got up to dance together, I was the filling of a hunk sandwich. I couldn't get enough. I'd grind against Tad for a few minutes, my breasts grazing Jake's chest, then I'd turn around. Their hands were everywhere on me, my waist, my ass, occasionally my breasts. The longer we danced, the more turned on I became. Apparently so did they. Soon they pulled me out of the club. They trapped me between them again in the parking lot; I could feel Jake's hard cock against my ass and his brother's against my cunt. Tad trapped my lips with his as Jake nibbled on my neck. I moaned as Tad's tongue probed my mouth. Jake's hands were on my breasts. Between them they were driving me insane. Slowly I realized they hadn't been keeping score, hoping I'd choose one of them; they were hoping I'd take -both- of them! Finally Tad raised his head and looked into my eyes as Jake breathed into my ear. "Let's go home," he whispered. My breath caught in my throat as he rubbed his fingers across my nipples. I couldn't look away from Tad's eyes as I nodded. Jake pulled me into the backseat with him as Tad started to drive. I could almost feel Tad's eyes on us as Jake started kissing me. His hands returned to caressing my breasts and I moaned against his lips. He lowered his head to my breast, teasing my nipple through my shirt. I was breathing hard, whimpering, when he slid his hand up my skirt. I gasped as his fingers grazed my slit. I arched my back, wanting more. He chuckled and slipped a finger inside me. "Oh, God, Jake!" I whimpered as I writhed on his finger. He finger fucked me, slipping another finger into me and using his thumb to stroke my clit. "Cum for me, Lisa," he whispered against my skin. "Let Tad hear you cumming." I didn't care that his brother was watching us, in fact it turned me on. I was carried away on the wings of my orgasm as I moaned, thrusting myself on Jake's hand. When I had finished, he pulled his hand out and licked his fingers. "Mmmm," he said. "I can't wait to have my tongue in your pussy." I flushed and looked up. Tad caught my gaze in the rearview mirror and winked. We pulled into the driveway of their house. Their mom and dad had gotten a divorce, so they lived at home with their dad. Tad helped me out of the backseat and held my hand as we entered the house. As soon as we entered, he pinned me against the door, kissing me deeply. His tongue probed my mouth as waves of desire shook me. I moaned against his mouth, as his hands stroked my body. I heard Jake come in through the door from the garage, where he had put the car. I tried to push away from Tad. "What about your dad," I whispered, my voice husky with want. "Don't worry," said Tad softly. "Dad's probably asleep by now. Besides, he doesn't care - and he likes you." I didn't have time to process his words other than 'don't worry' before he captured my lips again, grinding his mouth against mine. Tad undid my shirt and slid it from my shoulders. I gasped and tensed at the cold metal door against my heated skin. He mouthed at my nipple through my bra as he undid the zipper on my skirt and slid it down over my hips. I heard a noise behind him and looked up to see Jake with his shirt off. He was gorgeous, his muscular, tanned chest begged to be licked all over. In a daze I saw myself reach for him as Tad knelt between my legs, removing my underwear. Jake reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Tad stood and removed his shirt with one swift motion. I was naked, standing before two gorgeous men with their shirts off. I cleared my throat. "I think you boys are a bit overdressed." My voice was husky with desire. Each of them took one of my hands and they pulled me toward a bedroom. They seated me on the bed, and as one, removed their pants. I gasped at how beautiful they were, their cocks exquisite, hard, and huge. Tad was taller and leaner, with short dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. Jake had darker hair, but the same laughing blue eyes, and GOD, what a chest. It was obvious they both worked out. My eyes roamed lower and I felt myself get wet at the sight of those cocks, those gorgeous cocks, erect and begging for me. I slipped off the bed and onto my knees, taking a cock into each hand. I stroked them both firmly then lowered my mouth over Tad's. He moaned deep in his throat. I felt Jake's cock jerk in my hand at the sight of my mouth on his brother's cock. I alternated back and forth, sucking each of them for a few minutes. I'd never had two cocks at once before, and I was getting more and more excited as I went along. After a few minutes Jake pulled me to my feet, pushed me on the bed and buried his face between my legs. I moaned as his tongue teased my clit. Tad moved onto the bed beside me and began sucking on my nipples, teasing them. When Jake slid 2 fingers inside me I immediately came, wailing my pleasure, calling their names. They continued to torture me as I came again and again. I couldn't bear it; I started begging them to fuck me, both of them at once. Jake raised his head and shared an amused look with Tad. "Oh, no; not yet," Tad breathed. "But," he smiled. "I'll fuck you while you suck Jake's cock. I want to watch you suck him." I nodded and got on my hands and knees. Jake lay down under me; I started sucking him before Tad was even ready to enter me, since he stopped to put a condom om. I could feel Tad behind me, his cock stroking my pussy from my clit back to my hole, then he entered me, burying himself to the balls. The motion pushed me forward on Jake's cock, forcing me to take all of him at the same time. They started pumping into me in rhythm, Jake fucking my mouth while Tad fucked my pussy. I lost myself in the pleasure; soon I was cumming again. Jake pulled out and came on my chest as Tad came all over my back. I loved hearing both of them calling my name as they came. We lay there together, a tangle of bodies and limbs until one of the men started to stir. I still had my fingers wrapped around Jake's cock and had Tad's cock still inside me, so I knew when they started to recover. Jake started to get hard again in my hand, so I started stroking him lightly. Soon he was harder than ever, and I could feel Tad inside me, getting excited at the sight of me stroking his brother. Jake whispered, "Have you ever had a man in your ass, Lisa?" I shook my head no, my eyes wide. They shifted around, and the next thing I knew, I was straddling Jake, his cock in my pussy. I rode him for a few minutes, then felt Tad push me over. He stroked my ass for a few minutes and slid a finger inside. I gasped at the sensation. His fingers were cold; I realized he had lubed my ass, getting ready to fuck me. I tensed, suddenly scared. Jake could feel my apprehension. "Shh," he whispered, holding me close. "It's going to feel good, I promise." Just as he said that, I felt Tad remove his fingers, I could hear the sound of a condom being unwrapped, the elastic noise as he took off the one we'd used, then rolled the new one over his cock. He shifted his weight, and then I felt him slide the head of his cock against my ass. He pushed gently at the entrance. I whimpered as he gently slid it into me. "Nooooo!" I cried, more in fear than in pain. They both froze at the word. "Do you want me to stop?" Tad asked quietly. I was starting to get used to feeling him in there, and it was starting to feel better. "Don't stop," I gasped. "Just... slow.... Please." Jake held me as Tad slid his cock deeper into me, then suddenly I felt him thrust all the way in. "Oh, GOD!" I cried. Jake was right, it felt so good! At my words the men started thrusting into me, Jake from underneath into my pussy, Tad from behind into my ass. Oh my God, it was incredible! I could feel their cocks sliding against each other, stroking me from both sides. I started to cum from the sensation, the spiraling heat from inside my cunt making me oblivious to anything but the two gorgeous cocks inside me, and the two gorgeous men attached to those cocks. Soon we were all crying out again as we came. This time, they both came inside me as I climaxed. I came again and again, unable to control the reaction I was having. When we were all finished, we could barely move. We turned so that we were lying on our sides; Tad still behind me, Jake in my arms. We lay that way for a while, panting. After a few minutes Jake went to the kitchen and came back with glasses of cool water for each of us. We sat there for a while, then Tad laughed. "Well, that was an experience!" I gave them a look. "Have you done that before?" "No," Jake said, looking down. "But we couldn't bear the idea of one of us not having you. We couldn't agree on who should ask you out." "And actually," Tad added, "We didn't plan this. It worked out pretty well though, don't ya think?" He gave me a look, a twinkle in his eye. I laughed and agreed. I didn't go home that night. The three of us slept in Tad's king-size waterbed, me in the middle, a gorgeous hunk on either side of me. I fell asleep with dreams of the incredible sex I'd just had, and dreams of what I'd do with them the next time when we went out. After all, they'd already asked. The Carpenter's Visit It was a hot afternoon in July, and the construction company I work for sent me to a potential customer to estimate work on repairs on their home. It had been a long day, and my mind was wandering as I parked in the driveway of the house and parked my truck. I was thinking of a girl that I knew years ago, who I had an incredible relationship with, but had moved across the country far away from where I was living. She was a girl who had the ability to exude her sensuality without a word ever being spoken. She was not what most would think hugely attractive, but was understated in her appearance. She had the most incredible eyes, virtual windows to her soul, and from the moment I had first met her, I knew I had to touch her, and feel her against me. She and I had had the most powerful sex that I had ever had, and had since. She inspired me to depths of creativity and passion that left me breathless and drained every time we were intimate. Sarah was just one of those diamonds, a rare and insightful creation that I had been blessed to meet, and sorry to have lost. As I approached the front door of this incredible contemporary house, I looked at the estimate sheet, and saw the names, "Mr. and Mrs. Jeremy Frederickson," and put the professional attitude on that I needed to rid my head of Sarah. I rang the bell, and no one answered. I waited, rang again, and still no response. Wondering what to do, I had a thought that I should circle the house to see if anyone was outside, and missed hearing the bell ring. I approached the rear of the house, and there was a fence with a gate, opened it, and saw an incredible pool, with a center island bedecked with plants and flowers that was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. Sitting by the far end was this woman, clad in a swimsuit that showed an incredible body. She also she wore a turban, and the darkest of sunglasses. I tentatively said "hello." She looked in my direction and said, "May I help you somehow?" I told her that I was from the contractors office, and was here to perform the estimate. She arose from her chaise lounge, and ushered me into the house. Stopping in the kitchen, she asked if I could use a cold drink, and offered me lemonade, which I gulped greedily. She asked me to follow her to the second floor master suite, where the work was to be done. We entered into a huge bedroom, probably 25 by 40 feet, with a huge bed, a sitting area, a balcony, and a magnificent view. She ushered me into the bath, which had a marble floor, glass block shower surround, and a whirlpool tub. She showed me the shower stall, big enough for three people at least, and said that they had decided to increase the size of it even greater. I looked at her, and she removed the towel around her head, and took off her sunglasses. I almost passed out. It was Sarah! My heart leaped in joy, and I felt a stirring in my loins that I had not felt in years. She for the first time really looked at my face, and said "Gary, is that you?" I all but shouted "Yes." We reached to each other, wrapping our arms around and hugged with the fervor that only comes from finding a long lost love. Gazing in each others eyes, I saw that deepness that drew me in, once again, and I all but fell to my knees. The intensity of the moment was incredible, but she averted her gaze, and said, "I am overwhelmed, I need to sit for a second." I said, "Don't sit, just hold me." She reentered my arms. I again gazed in her eyes, and tentatively she tilted her head, and I gently raised my lips to hers, and brushed then across. She said, "No, I can't," but her trembling body belied the growing passion that was also in her eyes. I lifted her chin, and this time, kissed her with the fullness of my mouth. I felt her lips part, and her tongue entered my mouth, and licked under my lips, searching and probing, then entering to twist with mine urgently. I felt her warmth grow in our embrace, and my cock was becoming erect. I reached to her shoulders, and gently massaged, then to her waist to pull her closer. I licked one ear, starting with the lobe, sucking it in, nibbling and then, biting till she breathed in heavy gasps of pleasure. She reached up to my shirt, grasped both sides of the front, and ripped it open. She dived in, running her cheeks through the abundant hair, then with her tongue, lapped around my nipples, savoring the saltiness of the sweat that beaded up from the building heat. I reached to undo her bikini top, first sliding the straps off her shoulders, then paused to grasp the fullness of her imprisoned breasts, then reached around to the clasp. Her breasts sprung free. I cupped them with both hands, my thumbs circling her incredibly hard nipples. A moan escaped her lips, and she reached around to grasp my ass, kneading the cheeks in both her hands. I took her nipples into my mouth and licked around them at first, then dragged my teeth down each one, and she all but collapsed in my arms. Grabbing me by my belt, she huskily told me to stand still, unbuckled it, popped open the brass button on my jeans, flew down my zipper, and reached into my briefs, wrapping her hands around my fully erect cock. Then in one stroke, she pulled my pants to my knees and stroked me with her hand and said, "I, want you suck you dry, get off your pants and your boots, NOW!" I bent over and unlaced my boots. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I removed them and my socks, then stood up to remove my jeans. As soon as they were off, she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth, and engulfed my throbbing cock, her lips then all the way to its very base. I felt the tip sliding into her throat, and fought off the urge to erupt on the spot. Then pulling up its length, she licked the head like a lollipop, circling around and lapping up my pre-come greedily. She said "God you taste so good, I want you to come in my mouth, I want to feel you spurting in my throat." Diving once again, she wrapped her hand around the base, her other hand cupping my balls. Her mouth slid the length, with her hand following each pass, twisting around the shaft. She stared into my eyes, never taking her gaze from me. Over and over again she deep-throated me. I felt my come building to flood her mouth. She sucked and slid her mouth and hands faster now, over and over again. I felt my knees go weak, and with a scream, I shot my steaming load past her tonsils, and she gulped greedily. I was spasming, spurting repeatedly, until the sensation was all to intense and I was forced to pull her off my cock, as I was on the verge of passing out. She continued her stare into my eyes, and said "I want you to eat me, give me the tongue lashing of my life!!" She rose to her feet, and I reached to pull down her bikini bottom, and forced her to sit on the edge of the tub, on the cold marble surround. She was soaked, and I could smell her muskiness as it rose to my nostrils. I told her to stand, and I dragged my index finger through her lush fur, and slid it between her lips, circling her erect clit. She bucked against my hand, moaning she said, "I can't stand it, you are driving me insane." I picked her up, and draped her onto the tub surround. Grabbing her legs, I dropped to my knees and wrapped her legs around my shoulders. I plunged my tongue deep inside her, feeling her spasming around it. I dragged my tongue from near her asshole to her dripping wetness, lapping catlike the entire length of her lips, bottom to top, top to bottom, over and over, pausing to again plunge my twisting tongue into her as deeply as I possibly could. She ground into my face, and I saw her abdomen rippling, and bucking her hips against my face. She started to quake, her pussy in complete spasm. She cried "Deeper, yes that's it, eat me, suck on my clit, oh that's it. Oh my God, don't stop!!" I continued, dining on her clit, plunging two fingers inside, rubbing her G spot repeatedly. She screamed, "More, more, yes that's it, I am comminngg!" She drug her fingernails down my back, and I am sure she drew blood, but it felt incredible. I then, with one deep thrust, plunged my cock deep inside her. Driving repeatedly into her very depths, I thrust faster, and faster, with her writhing to meet my thrusts. I felt her muscled walls grab me, squeezing mightily around my cock. I slammed into her now, almost pushing her into the tub, but she clutched be with her arms and met each thrust. She screamed "Deeper, harder, oh yes that's it, Gary fuck me harder!" I kept it up, driving my cock, feeling the head bang on her cervix. I felt my come boiling up, and said "I am coming" She screamed "I can't hold on, Oh God" She screamed with a cry that probably the entire county could hear as I flooded her with my come. She fell limp against me, and I fell against her, both of us dripping with sweat. She looked at me and said, "You got the job, at any price, as long as you plan to work long and hard to keep me happy. She laughed and twirled her hair between her fingers, then reached to kiss me. "How soon can you start?" I said. "Tomorrow, if that's not too soon, and this project could take weeks." She said, "I am sure I can find enough work to keep you busy for months. And that is the story of a joyous reunion, and a six month long project, but I am sure I can find ways to stretch it out for years!