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Denny As The Handy Man Ch. 2

By: denny9



Once again I had been denied a chance to look good in Maggie's eyes. The fact that she was a stripper just made me all the more desirous of her. I still wanted to make love to her but I still hadn't found a way to impress her. At least now I had a release for my pent up hormones in the older tenant, Mrs. Johnston and she was even willing to pay me for my 'services'. A couple more 'house calls' as the handyman and I at least would have enough money to go after Maggie at the Fantasia Club. 

Another woman in the rooming house that caught my attention was Mrs. O'Brien who lived in 2B with her two young sons, Bert and Ernie. I know it sounds funny but that's what their names were. Really! They were 11 and 12 years old and into sports. Me, although I was more into 'indoor sports', had been known to be not a bad tennis player. 

Mr. O'Brien was in the navy and was away at sea for a six month stint so I scored big points with their 34 year old mother by helping the boys improve their games while Dad was away. Mrs. O'Brien was an average looking woman with short brown hair to go along with her petite size. She was only around five foot two and she actually did have 'eyes of blue'. More importantly she seemed like a likely target for my sexual needs. I set about trying to get into her pants. 

After every lesson with the boys I made sure that I praised them to the hilt. Typically she would want to hear more and I started to get invites for soda and finally dinner. The boys of course never wanted to stay around after dinner so they would head out to their friend's houses leaving me to help Mrs. O'Brien to clean up. 

I did everything I could to look good in the young mother's eyes. I would compliment her on her cooking and moved from there into congratulating her on what fine boys she was raising basically on her own and that it must be very difficult. After a couple of such occasions I noticed that she started to dress differently. She started to wear make-up and obviously had fixed her hair into a cute pixie cut which I quite liked and which certainly suited her face. 

One morning when I arrived to pick up the boys, Mrs. O'Brien opened the door and she was still in her nightgown. Standing with sunlight behind her I could see her petite figure right through the translucent material and immediately got a hard-on. I didn't try to hide it. In fact, I hoped that she would notice it, which she did. I caught her looking down at the front of my tennis shorts and she got all embarrassed when she looked up to see me observing her. 

Trying to regroup, she muttered that the boys had gone to their grandparents for the weekend and she apologized for not letting me know but it had just come up at the last moment. I guess I looked disappointed because she apologized profusely once again and slowly started to close the door. 

Panicking, I scrambled for an idea to try to take advantage of the situation. I realized that I might not get another opportunity like this. Suddenly a brainstorm hit me. 

"Remember you asked me to fix the screens in your apartment. Well, I could do them now if I wouldn't be disturbing you. " I held my breath hoping that I hadn't been too obvious as Mrs. O'Brien pondered the situation. 

Smurking as though she knew my intent, the lonely tenant gave me her approval. "Okay, Dennis. I'll get dressed while you get any tools you might need. " Of course, I was hoping that I would only need one tool and I had it with me at all times. 

I was back in a flash and Mrs. O'Brien hid behind the door and said shyly, "Boy that was quick. Do you do everything that fast?" I wondered if she had meant it as a double-entendre the way I had interpreted it. "I'm not quite dressed but I suppose you could come in and work in the living room while I finish changing. "

Trying to integrate some humour into the rapidly heating up scenario, I joked "Okay, Mrs. O'Brien. Close your eyes 'cause I'm coming through. " With that I stepped through the doorway and walked over to the window. Because the shades now were closed (hadn't they been open previously?) I could see the reflection of Mrs. O'Brien in the darkened window as she quickly dashed into her bedroom. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had replaced her nightgown with a set of matching black undies – low cut bra and thong panties. 

My cock pulsed in appreciation. She was more attractive than I had given her credit for or perhaps my rising libido didn't have such high standards of beauty. I tried to divert my attention from her long enough to attend to the loose screen. Fortunately it only required a minor adjustment. 

I was surprised, however, when upon completing the minor task, I turned and saw my hostess once again appraising me. This time her eyes were zeroing in on my butt. Again she was red-faced when she realized that she had been caught. This time neither of us averted our eyes for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. 

"I…I…I'll make coffee while…you…fix…the…the…bedroom…ah.. while you fix the bedroom screen. Okay?" she stammered but her embarrassment was really about her emphasis on the word 'screen' and she quickly fled into the small kitchenette. 

Now it was my turn to smile smugly as I watched her cute butt disappear. I love women in tight tank tops and short skirts and she had the figure to show off in both. Once again my raunchy organ raised its head in appreciation. 

Entering the foreign territory of her bedroom, I was impressed by the feminity of the room. It was obvious that there was no male around to mess it up. Indeed the only sign of a male was the picture on the dresser of Mr. O'Brien in full dress naval uniform. The bed was made and there were no clothes lying around like in my bedroom. Hearing the kettle whistle, I realized that I better at least pretend to be doing the screen and it was a good thing I did too because this one was tougher. 

Minutes later, Mrs. O'Brien entered the bedroom carrying my mug of coffee and she hesitantly brought it over to where I was positioned between her bed and the window. As she started to pass it to me she tripped over my toolbox and sprayed the steaming hot coffee all over my shirt. 

"Ow.. it's burning!" I cried and started to tear my stained t-shirt off over my head. 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Dennis! I'll get some ice to put on the burns!" With that she raced out of the bedroom. 

Within seconds she had returned and started to rub the ice cubes which were wrapped in a tea towel over my damp chest. As she apologized over and over, she hadn't realized that we were now sitting side by side on her bed but I knew that this was my golden opportunity and I intended to take advantage of it. 

As she applied the wet towel to my chest and implored me to forgive her, I placed my hand over hers and helped her guide the compress lower. My stomach had a couple of red blotches from the hot coffee and I hoped to use them to further my plan. Knowing what I was hoping to accomplish, my body forgot any prior pain and my cock was now extended past the tip of my shorts. The outline of the shaft could not be missed. 

I drew her hand over it and waited for a reaction. She ran the cloth over the showcased organ and it was like she wasn't even aware what she was doing. She passed the wet cloth all along its full length and back again. My groans finally awakened her to what she was doing. 

"Oh…my.. I'm so sorry, Dennis! I don't know what came over me. I'm so embarrassed. Please forgive me. "

Before she could withdraw her hand completely, I held it in place and encouraged her to continue. Slowly she started to trace the outline of my engorged cock with her fingertips until she finally touched the tip which was barely jutting out past the edge of my shorts. Her free hand reached the tab of my zipper and started to pull it down which freed my organ into the early morning air. Up it stood proudly and she gasped. I then took her hand and placed it around my shaft and encouraged her to continue. 

"Please, Mrs. O'Brien, don't stop. It feels so good!"

It was like she was in a daze. She gently pulled the foreskin back and said, "It's so big. I've never seen an uncircumsized one before. Does it hurt when I do this?" Gently she rolled the skin back to expose the glans and then rolled it back over the head. Drops of pre-cum were already forming at the slit. 

I took an ice cube and started to caress her neck with it. Sliding it back and forth. I made my way to the tops of her breasts. Smoothly I helped her pull the restraining top over her short curly hair exposing her heaving breasts to my gaze. Taking an unmelted cube I wiped it back and forth over the skin that rose above her half bra and finally placed it on her nipple. She gasped softly as I then moved to her other nipple and repeated the exercise. 

Undoing the clasp I finally pulled the bra off and placed the cups of both my hands over the untanned orbs and started to tease the nipples. Next I leaned forward and placed my mouth over her right breast and started to kiss from one to the other. While doing this my hands were busy reaching under her short skirt and stroking her womanhood. She raised her hips to accommodate the removal of her black thong panties and pulled her skirt up above her waist. She was totally exposed now and I started to kiss my way down to her honey pot. 

She stopped me as soon as my tongue started to lick her clitoris. "No, Dennis! Don't do that! It's dirty! No one's ever done that to me! Please don't! Oh my god.. that…that feels so.. so good.. oh.. Dennis.. oh don't!" 

Her resistance was weak however and she soon gave in to the pleasures that started to wrack her body. Soon my tongue was alternating with my fingers as they took turns invading her pussy and she started to breathe heavily. Faster and faster I started to slobber over her clit while driving my fingers deeper and deeper. Grasping my hair, the mother of my tennis protegees, pulled my face flush into her pelvis and started to hump her mons at my face. It didn't take long for her to cum and she arched her back screaming, "Suck me Michael! Suck my cunt! Make me cum! Don't stop! Oh.. Michael! I'm cumming!!"

Suddenly her body was wracked with violent spasms and I just held on for dear life ignoring the fact that she had called out her husband's name in the middle of her orgasm. Hardly missing a beat she implored me to fuck her. Fuck her hard and fuck her now. She rolled onto her back and pulled me up between her spread-eagled legs. 

Looking into my face, she pleaded, "Fuck me Mi.. " but she caught herself this time. "Fuck me Dennis! Stick that young cock in my cunt! It's been so long! I need your prick in me! Make me cum!"

Grasping her legs, I worked them up and over my shoulders and started driving my shaft deeper and deeper into her. The noise from the slapping of my balls against her ass was only concealed by the loud squeeking of the bed springs. Faster and faster we drove against each other neither one of us relenting until we reached our climaxes together. The familiar warmth which warned of my impending eruption was rising in my testes. Her heels locked around my neck as she spasmed again. 

Suddenly she placed her hands on my shoulders and pleaded with me to stop. Impossibly she halted her hip movement as well while I continued to try to plunge on relentlessly. 

"Please, Denny! Don't cum in me! I'm not protected! Please pull it out before you cum! You can cum on me or in my mouth but please I'm begging you don't cum in me! I can't get pregnant while Michael's at sea. Please!"

It took every ounce of self-control that I possessed but I was able to pull out just as I was starting to erupt and the first jet of cum shot up onto her belly and over her breasts. Quickly moving up her body, I aimed my second spasm at her face and she took a direct hit in her right eye. Finally high enough to her face, my third eruption spewed out and into her recently opened mouth. Now towering over her open mouth, the remainder dripped from my glans landing on her outstretched tongue. 

"Eat it, Mrs. O'Brien! Eat my cum! That's it swallow it all like a good cocksucker!"

She looked up at me through her one opened eye and emphasized that she was indeed swallowing my seed. I placed my still pulsating cockhead into her mouth and allowed her to suck the last few gobs. Exhausted we both collapsed in each other's arms onto the now unkempt bed. 

As we slowly recovered, she was wracked with shame. "What have we done? I've never cheated on my husband? And you're just a boy! What have I done?"

Holding her in my arms I did my best to assure her that it wasn't the end of the world and that her husband need never find out. I certainly wasn't going to tell him. A few minutes later she was able to see my point. 

"Okay but we must never do this again, " she tried to insist. Unfortunately my soldier had recovered and it was now pressing against her side as I stroked her boobs. Feeling it and then looking down at it as it started to salute, she exclaimed. "Oh hell. It would have been a losing battle anyway. " And with that she wrapped her hand around my instrument and started to play the tune again. 

We spent the rest of the day and the next morning learning new ways to bring enjoyment and contentment to each other. I wanted to spend the night but both of us knew that my aunt would have had a fit. As I kissed her good-bye the next afternoon, her final words were "Thanks for fixing my screens, Dennis. "

I couldn't believe the coincidence but no sooner had she closed her door then who should pass me in the hall but, you guessed it, Maggie!

"Is that what they're calling it now, Dennis? Fixing screens?" Saying this snidely and without so much as a look back she hurried out the front door. This goddess had left me dumbstruck again. I started to go after her but ran into my aunt who was not pleased. 

"You, young man, have some explaining to do. Meet me in my office!" When she used this tone, she was not to be denied. 

My Aunt Bev was a fifty-year old dynamo. She was always on the move. My Mom said that she was amazed that without much help from my 'loser' Uncle Bob, she had almost single handedly raised the money to buy this small apartment building that she had renovated and turned into a rooming house. Somehow she found the time to do well in the fashion business as an advisor, further her education at night school and 'keep Uncle Bob in the fashion that he had become accustomed to. ' 

I, of course, saw her in a different light. Since coming to Toronto to work for her as her personal handyman, I fluctuated from outright fear to unbridled lust. Unfortunately, she worked such long hours that I never had a chance to act out my growing fantasies. In actual fact, I hardly ever saw her but so much had happened to me in the past few weeks that resulted in new feelings towards the women in my life. Ever since Mrs. Green had initiated me into the wonderful world of sex, I eyed every female, young or old, fat or skinny, short or tall, as potential sex partners. My aunt was no exception. 

She was reasonably attractive for a woman of her advanced her age. She had short blonde hair and deep blue eyes that could turn to ice if you crossed her or angered her. I guess that was from years of living with Uncle Bob. Being in the fashion industry she dressed well and was always wearing styles that were up-to-date but more importantly showed off her top heavy figure to its best advantage. She was carrying a little excess baggage around her hips but when she walked in front of me, the urge to grab hold and pull her buns into my crotch was always there. 

Following her into her office, I was jolted back to reality when she started to chastise me for being negligent in my duties as her rooming house handyman. She said that she had tried to contact me from her office on several occasions and I had failed to answer her messages. Stupidly I had become so caught up in the last few days with Mrs. Johnston and Mrs. O'Brien that I hadn't bothered to check the office answering machine. 

Evidently the washing machine had broken down and the tenants in 2A had been unable to get hold of me to fix it but that was just the tip of the iceberg. They had complained that I was spending too much time in Mrs. Johnston's apartment and that I had been unavailable all day yesterday because I was in Mrs. O'Brien's room. Aunt Bev demanded to know why. What was I doing? I could tell that she was imagining the worst but hoping that I would have a reasonable explanation. 

I tried to come up with the explanations about the stopped-up-sink and the screens but she wasn't going to buy that. Suddenly I had nothing to say. She knew she had been right. 

"Dennis have you been sleeping with these two tenants? Have you been making them fuck you in return for doing these chores?" Her choice of the 'F' word startled me as she had never used such language in my presence before. 

Sheepishly, I tried to defend myself by weakly responding, "I didn't make them, Aunt Bev. They wanted me just as much as I wanted them. I was so horny and.. and.. besides, Mrs. Johnston even paid me!" Oops. I think I had gone too far and given out too much information. 

"What would your mother say, Dennis? She would be so disappointed in you. Why.. why.. you're just like your uncle! You even look like him. " Now, she looked like she had given out more information than she had intended. Recovering her composure, she followed with, "I have a good mind to send your promiscuous little body back home!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Bev. Give me another chance? Please?" To this day, I still have no idea why I was begging to stay. 

The silence was unbearable but finally she relented and said I could stay if I could control myself. Knowing that I was lying, I agreed. 

The next couple of days were grueling. She had me trying to fix the washing machine, running all over town for parts. I had to paint the vacant room as a new tenant would be occupying it in two weeks. I had to wash the walls in the hallways and paint the bathroom in 2A's apartment. That was humiliating as the two tenants, who were obviously gay, made a point of watching me every minute, which of course, made me extremely self-conscious. To top it off, both Mrs. Johnston and Mrs. O'Brien tried to lure me into their dens, I mean their bedrooms. They were quite peeved at me when I resisted but I knew that my aunt was keeping a closer eye on me literally as well as figuratively. 

Evidently, she had taken a bit of a break from her full time job as she seemed to be around much more. I really didn't mind although at times it seemed like she was undressing me with her eyes. I figured that it was just my imagination until the night I overheard her talking on the phone to my Mom. 

"Yes, Janet. He's working out fine. Yes, he's turned into a fine looking young man. Yes, I can see that he is definitely a Mitchell. No, I haven't seen him dating any one. No.. no. Well, if you can keep it a secret. Now don't get angry but I found out that he had been sleeping with not one but two two of my tenants. Yes! Can you believe it? Your little boy, my little nephew is now a man! Oh don't cry silly! It's perfectly natural. Besides that, isn't it better that he learn about sex by fucking someone with experience rather than banging some young broad in the back of his Dad's car? Oh, don't lecture me about my language, Janet. Besides, if he wasn't my nephew, I might be tempted to seduce him too. Oh stop it! I'm just kidding. "

Yes, I know…yes…but…Janet…but…listen, you overprotective bitch, don't talk to me like that. It's not my job to protect your little cocksman from predatory females. I'm not his babysitter…. Besides that's easy for you to say. You've got a hard cock in your bed every night…. yeah, well, my Bob might not be much but at least when he's here, he knows how to satisfy a woman! Yeah, that's right. Since he's been in prison, I've been burying myself in my work. …. No there's no man there that interests me. They're all fags for Christ's sake. It's the goddamn fashion industry for Heaven's sake! All I've got to pleasure myself with is my vibrating dildo! …. What do you mean you're shocked? Grow up, it's 2001. " 


Denny As The Handy Man Ch. 2



I listened intently for a few more minutes but everything after that was innocuous. Anyway, my instincts had been right and now I had a new goal. Could I fuck my 50 year old aunt? She might be less a challenge than Maggie but at least she might be attainable. Maggie seemed beyond reach at this time although I still had hopes of getting into her pants. 

Aunt Bev had always kept her bedroom door closed whenever I was in the apartment so I naturally had done the same figuring she wanted her privacy but now knowing that she was as horny as me, I started to leave my bedroom door slightly ajar and hoped that she might peek in some night. Because Mom often woke me up with a blow job I fantasized that my aunt might do the same. I knew that I always awoke with a morning hard-on that didn't go down until I pissed so I felt that there was a chance she might see me and want to take action. Of course, in the back of my mind I knew that the chances of that happening were mere adolescent pipe dreams but what other alternative did I have?

Actually, I did notice the very next night that Aunt Bev's bedroom door was slightly open as I passed on my way to take a piss. I thought I heard a faint humming sound like that of a small motor and then stifled moaning. Suddenly it hit me! My god! My aunt was masturbating!"

I tried to peek through the crack in the door but it was too dark to see anything. All of a sudden the door opened and there stood my Aunt Bev. I was devastated!

"What are you doing, you little pervert? Are you trying to watch your own aunt in bed? Wait 'til I tell your mother!"

Once again I was on the defensive. I stammered that I hadn't been looking but when I made the mistake of mentioning that I had been worried when I heard the humming and the faint moaning, I realized that I had blown my own excuse. 

Fortunately, my choice of words had hit home. Now, she appeared nervous and embarassed. She realized that it wouldn't look good for her either if word got out that she had been playing with a vibrator with her door open and her nephew only a few feet away. Both of us agreed that this incident might better be forgotten and we both retreated to our respective bedrooms. As I returned to my bedroom down the hall, I was just about to close my door when I thought why not leave it open just a couple of inches. 

When I awoke in the morning with my usual hard-on, I thought immediately of my aunt and prayed that when I turned over she would of course be salivating at the mere sight of my organ. Of course, she was nowhere to be seen and I giggled at my adolescent fantasy. As I climbed out of bed, however, I noticed that my door was open at least a good 8 to 10 inches. She must have been observing me as I slept!

The new day found me with a new list of chores to do but no sign of my aunt. Passing Mrs. Johnston on the stairs, she pressed against me, grabbed my cock through my shorts and asked if I could get released from my aunt's work detail today even if only for a few minutes. With a wink she raised the hem of her dress and exposed her pink panties while my mouth dropped open. 

"A quick lunch maybe? Surely the warden will release you for a few minutes to grab something to eat?"

I raced through the first half of my chores and I snuck back into Mrs. Johnston's apartment. I discovered her dressed in her silk robe and we went at it as soon as she closed the door. She dropped to her knees and had my already hard cock in her mouth before I could even drop my tool case on the floor. I pulled open her robe and was pleasantly surprised to see that the gray-haired matron had worn some provocative and sexy pink underwear. Most surprising was the pink garter belt which was holding up some sheer white stockings. I almost came just from the wanton look she presented. Here was a woman old enough to be my grandmother, dressed like a charlatan, down on her knees fellating me. I blew my first load deep into her throat almost immediately. 

Rising to her feet, she grabbed my still hard cock and pulled me by its root into her bedroom. She was in total charge and as I watched from my vantage point on her bed, she seductively rolled each stocking painstakingly slowly down her leg. Next she slid her transparent pink undies over her hips. They really hadn't hidden anything as I had been able to see her gray pubic hair through the tissue thin material. Next she shook her breasts as she loosened and removed her bra exposing her hardened nipples. 

Then she climbed onto the bed and lowered her pussy right over my face. "Your turn to eat now, Denny!" she ordered. 

She fucked my face as though she were riding a cock and soon she released a sea of moisture into my mouth as she came loudly. 

Without a word she then took my shaft and lowered herself onto it until it was completely inside her pussy. She rode it for only a few minutes before she started to scream obscenities that she was cumming. I wasn't far behind. 

Seemingly content she whispered that "quickies with dickies" are better than a "munch lunch" anytime. Wanting more I had almost forgot that I still hoped to get into my aunt's pants and that wouldn't happen if she caught me here with Mrs. Johnston again. I escaped before I could get involved again. 

Luckily for me, I had just returned to breaking up the cardboard boxes that I was supposed to get ready for recycling when my aunt reappeared pleased to find me still hard at work. I could feel her eyes focusing on my butt each time I bent over. She looked embarrassed and actually blushed when I smiled as I caught her. I really think that she was undressing me with her eyes. I know because I was doing it to her and she got quite flustered and retreated back into the building. 

While I was finishing my chores, I worked up quite a sweat and took off my tee-shirt. Have you ever felt that some one was watching you? Well that's the feeling that went through me as the afternoon wore on. I kept turning around but there was never anyone there. On one occasion it looked like there was someone at my aunt's bedroom window which looked out over the back area where I was working but I couldn't tell for sure. I figured that it was just my wishful imagination again although on one occasion, I'm sure I saw the curtains move. 

Late afternoon came and I dragged myself back into the apartment that my aunt and I shared and I heard her crying on the phone, "Yes.. I'm so lonely. I seem to work all the time and never seem to have any fun. Yes…No…Yeah well just because I'm fifty years old doesn't mean I don't have needs. I love to dance but I can't very well go out to a bar and let myself be picked up by some stranger who only wants to get into my pants. Yes I know but you never know what kind of pervert you might bring home…No, I put a stop to that…Yes, they should have been ashamed of themselves but he is a handsome young man…Yes, I'm keeping him busy…. When are you coming to visit?…You are?…Okay then…We'll see you then. Bye now. "

I hurried into the bathroom but made sure that I 'forgot' to lock the door. Stripping off my clothes I climbed into the shower. Thinking of all the women in my life started to have an effect on my manhood as it started to rise in tribute. 

I felt pretty proud of myself. I had bedded Mrs. Green, Miss Hoey, Mrs. Johnstone, Mrs. O'Brien, the nameless older woman after the wedding, Laura, Carol Babcock, a few other young girls that were just nameless faces and my mother of course. So far I hadn't had any complaints. It was then that I realized for the first time that I seemed to enjoy the older women the most. Was it the challenge or was it their experience that I sought? Even my dream woman, Maggie, the stripper was at least 10 years older than me. Now I was trying to seduce my aunt. Was there something wrong with me?

As I was soaping my now erect organ I heard an audible ghasp from just outside the curtain and realized that my aunt had walked into the bathroom without realizing that it was already occupied. I knew that she could see my erection through the transparent shower curtain. I feigned innocence by exclaiming, "Is that you Aunt Bev?"and peeked out from the edge of the curtain. She was beet-red and at a loss for words. 

Backing out, she countered with an icy, "Why the hell wasn't the door locked? You gave me quite a fright. Do you leave the bathroom door unlocked at home young man?" Without waiting for my response she slammed the door shut. 

Now I didn't know what to do. I guess I figured conceitedly that she wouldn't be able to resist my advances after seeing me in all my glory after all that's the way it always seemed to work in porno movies and in the stories that I had read on the internet. Now I would have to grovel again to get back in her good books. Then the idea that eventually led to my desired conclusion hit me like a sledgehammer. 

After dressing and shaving and looking as clean cut as humanly possible I knocked tentatively on her now closed bedroom door. "Go away!"she called out. 

"Please, Aunt Bev. I'm sorry! I know I keep screwing up. What can I do to make things better?" Even though I mouthed these words, I was really thinking, "Let me into your pants and I'll make all your troubles go away!"

"Go away, Dennis! Leave me alone! I don't want to see you. I've seen enough of you already. "

I didn't know what to make of that comment or was it just an understatement of the obvious? "Please, Aunt Bev! At least let's talk about it. Please?" I begged. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, her bedroom door opened and she strode past me and curled up on the sofa. Her attitude had softened considerably. "I'm sorry, Dennis. I know I've been a bitch to you these last few days. I haven't been fair to you. Here you are giving up your summer vacation to help me out and all I do is lecture you and yell at you. I really am sorry. I appreciate your help. I really do. It's just that I'm so frustrated at what has happened to my life. Your uncle not being here has really made me very lonely. I miss his companionship even though he can be a real prick.. oops sorry.. "

At that point she looked like she was about to cry but then her inner strength returned and she attempted to divert the conversation from her problems. "Enough about my problems, don't you look nice. Oh and you smell nice too. Going out tonight? Who's the lucky girl?"

Be cool I told myself. Don't appear too anxious. "I don't have a girl here or at home. I never seem to be able to get a relationship going with any of the girls I meet. They all seem so young and immature. They can't even carry on a normal conversation. I'm going to head over to Smilin'Jack's. I hear the food is good there and that they have a hot house band. What are your plans?"

She frowned and repeated that she had no social life since my uncle had gone to jail. 

Now was the million dollar question. Be cool I reminded myself. " Look Aunt Bev, I know I've been more trouble than I've been worth lately. Let me make it up to you. Let me treat you to dinner at Smilin'Jack's? It'll be fun for both of us. I hate eating alone and you said it yourself, you've been under too much stress lately. You need to unwind a bit. What safer way then with your own nephew?"

She seemed to be considering so I continued, " I know going into a bar by yourself is hard on a woman, especially one as attractive as you. I'll bet you love to dance but hesitate to go to the local bars because every creep would come out of the woodwork to hit on you if you went on your own but you'd be safe with me. You could consider me your date. Who better to trust yourself with than kin and you know I can be a perfect gentleman. " This seemed to have the desired effect. 

"It does sound like fun. Are sure you'd like that? Are you sure you want to spend an evening with an old lady like me?"

Standing up, I made a show of holding out my hand and gesturing, "The royal volkswagon awaits whenever m'lady is ready. "

Giggling like a schoolgirl, she jumped up and racing into her bedroom she called back, "Oh what the hell. Give me 5 minutes to get ready!"

The five minutes became ten and then fifteen. I thought maybe she had changed her mind and had just about given up hope when she made her entrance back into the living room. She looked fabulous. She had changed into a bright red cocktail dress with scarlet pumps that must have had at least 4 inch stiletto heels. The dark nylons contrasted nicely with the red. The bodice was low enough to show off her size 40DD boobs. They seemed to be encased in some type of bra that helped to push them up and out even further than normal. 

She may have been 50 but she could easily have passed for a woman in her late 30's. Actually she didn't look any older than my mother or Miss Hoey. Seeing my open mouth, she queried, "Do I look okay?" With that she swirled the hem of her dress which, rising in the breeze, exposed the tops of her stockings. She had on a black garter belt! I loved garter belts and high heels. All I could do was nod my head and cover my crotch as I led the way out to the car. 

Dinner was good and we engaged in a very mature conversation about my college courses. We discussed her education, my Dad, my Mom, her job, the apartment building – everything except my uncle. He seemed to be the topic we silently had agreed not to bring up. Drinks and talk seemed to relax us both and I started to feel like I really was on a date. I actually found myself enjoying myself. 

When the band started, we both drummed along on the table keeping time with our fingers. Finally I knew we had to dance. I needed to move on to the next stage. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms. At first she declined shyly advising me to dance with someone young. She even went so far as to point out a couple of possibilities at other tables but when I refused and told her that she was the only woman in the room that I wanted to dance with, she seemed secretly pleased. 

As I followed her onto the floor, I admired the way she walked. She placed each high-heeled foot one in front of the other as she made her way into the middle of the gyrating couples. This accentuated the bounce in her ass cheeks and I ached to put my hands on them. "Calm down. " I told myself. "Wait until there's a slow dance. "

Aunt Bev was a marvelous dancer. As her hips moved to the music her ample breasts swayed and jiggled on their own. I caught more than one envious dancer gazing at her treasure chest. The band was hot and we stayed out on the floor for several songs. The dance floor was crowded and we were forced to move closer together until it was almost impossible to move without making contact. Aunt Bev would raise her arms up in the air as she grooved to the rhythm and it was impossible for me to avoid her bouncing breasts not that I was stupid enough to try. 

Anxiously awaiting a slow dance so that I could hold her body to mine, she looked up into my sweating face and said, "I'm not as young as you, Dennis. I know you young people can go all night but I need a rest. Keep on dancing if you want but I need to sit down for a few minutes. These high heels may look good on a woman but they're killing me. " With that she left me standing there scrambling for something to say. Disappointed, I meekly followed her off the dance floor. 

After draining a few more drinks and swaying to the music while sitting at our table, Aunt Bev looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes and told me that she was having a wonderful time. Thanking me profusely, she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. I just about fell off my chair. 

My startled reaction must have unnerved her as she looked embarrassed again and apologized. 

I, being Mr. Macho Man, handled it in the worse way possible. I uttered, "Wow! Aunt Bev. That was great!" …What a weenie! 

Fortunately the band finally switched into a slow song. Before I could ask her, a drunk from the next table came over and said, "Come on, Baby. Let's you and me get to know each on the dance floor!" Without waiting for an answer he grabbed her arm and started to pull her up to her feet. She resisted but he insisted. Throwing caution to the wind I jumped up and standing as tall as I could, looked up into his face and told him that the lady was only dancing with me. 

"Who are you little boy? Does your mama know you're out past your bedtime or is this your mama you're protecting?" That's when I made a major mistake. Figuring that he was too inebriated to do anything I pushed him away from my aunt. Unfortunately for me, drunk as he might have been, he still had good enough reflexes to grab my arm and then he drove his fist into my unprepared stomach. As I bent over in pain he landed a solid uppercut that knocked me over our table. I don't remember anything else until I awoke with a sore jaw and a bleeding nose in the volkswagon. Evidently the bouncers had moved in quickly and without any concern for my unconscious state had dumped me rather unceremoniously in my aunt's car which she had directed them to. 

My aunt was cleaning the blood from my face and pleading with me to wake up. "Denny, my little hero! You're just like your uncle!" She seemed pleased but I was totally embarrassed. Imagine knocked out by a drunk in my very first bar fight! I hadn't even gotten a punch in. How humiliating!

Once we got back to my aunt's apartment I was still feeling ashamed and started to excuse myself but Aunt Bev seemed invigorated. "Oh please, Dennis. Don't go to bed. The night is still young. Besides that we never got to have that slow dance we both were waiting for. " Now that certainly caused a change in my plans. 

As Aunt Bev bent over to turn on the stereo, I was once again treated to those taut buns that I was dying to get my hands on. She looked back over my shoulder and caught me admiring her ass. 

"Like what you see?" she asked. 

Then I think she deliberately bent over even farther on purpose. This made the hem of her dress rise even farther and the garters holding the tops of her dark stockings were now exposed. My organ was suddenly awake again. 

The slow beat of a Harry Connick Jr. song came on and Aunt Bev kicked off her shoes and opened her arms wide beckoning me to join her. I almost tripped over her shoes in my rush to be wrapped in her bosom and we both giggled at my clumsiness. Finally I was encompassed in her arms and my chest was flush with her huge tits. Putting my arms around her I pulled her whole body into mine. Her twin beauties were mashed against my chest but she just snuggled closer. 

We swayed romantically to the tune and then carried on into another and then a third. Neither one of us seemed to want to release the other or the dance to end. My hands made their way down her back until I took the plunge and softly started to rub her ass through the thin material of her dress. She let out a little whimper and allowed herself to be pulled more tightly into my groin. 

There was no hiding my erection now but fortunately Aunt Bev seemed to be savouring the moment as I detected her starting to grind her groin into it. Her cheek was against my neck and she nuzzled deeper into my grasp. Then I could feel her tongue leaving a wet trail up my neck and onto my chin as she kissed her way north. Finally her lips met mine and what started out as just a light kiss on the lips ballooned into a wet smacker. 

Soon our lips parted and she forced her way into my mouth and our tongues playfully duelled back and forth. Meanwhile my hands had abandoned her ass and had made their way to her ample breasts. I started to massage them through the thin nylon material of her dress and was pleased to find that I had been right. She was wearing some type of half bra to support her huge melons from below. Pulling the material down I kissed my way down her neck and onto the soft fleshy globes until I reached her nipples which by now were quite erect. I moved from one to the other sucking each nipple in turn. 




Denny As The Handy Man Ch. 2



Meanwhile Aunt Bev had opened my pants and was attempting to extricate my now blood filled cock. Not having much success, she finally gave up and just undid the belt and pushed my pants down my legs forcing them past my organ. Her hands were pulling and prodding it in all its glory. 

Not to be outdone, leaving her heaving breasts to my capable mouth, I reached my hands down her legs and lifted the hem of her skirt up past her buttocks and then, forcing both of us to let go of the other for the briefest of seconds, I drew it up and over her head. Now my voluptuous aunt stood in just her stockings, panties and half bra. 

As she undid her bra, I started to pull down her panties but found that the garters prevented me from completing the task. "Rip them off, Dennis!" she ordered. As I said earlier, I always do what my elders command. 

While ripping them off I had lowered my face until it was even with her pubic hair. Now kneeling I started to kiss the brown curls and made my way to her clitoris and started to tease it with my tongue. Looking up over her slight, middle-aged belly, the sight of her swollen hooters jutting out from her chest encouraged me to reach up and fondle them again as I ate her out. Before long the tell-tale signs of her imminent orgasm started to appear. Her grip on my hair tightened as she started to pull my face tighter into her groin and she humped her mound against my lips. Her breathing became uneven and she started to shake. 

"Oh fuck! Don't stop! Yes baby! That's it! Keep licking that! Oh yeah! Oh! Fuck! Eat me, Denny! Suck your Auntie Bev! Make your Auntie Bev cum!" 

When she finally recovered, Aunt Bev drew me back to a standing position, kissed me passionately and then started to kiss and nibble her way down my chest and stomach until she had reversed our positions. Finally on her knees she was now servicing me. She played with my cock and started to titillate the head with the end of her tongue. She kissed up and down the shaft while she played with my balls. Lifting one of my legs over her shoulder she started to kiss under the shaft past the testes and under them until her tongue came into contact with my anus. When she tried to probe my ass with her tongue, I almost lost it but sensing it she squeezed my balls and the pain prevented me from exploding. 

Aunt Bev turned me around and had me bend over at the waist until I was resting my arms on the couch. She then proceeded to ream my asshole with her tongue! The pure debauchery of this was mindboggling to say the least. She wasn't content to just stick her tongue into my anus but she gripped my cock and stroked it roughly at the same time. Once again she seemed to know how to keep me from cumming. 

"Please Aunt Bev. I've got to cum! Please you're driving me crazy! Let me fuck you!" I pleaded. 

Aunt Bev still had other things she wanted to try before providing me my relief. She turned me around again and pushed me back into a sitting position on the couch. Then she took my swollen cock and placed it in the valley between her huge breasts. The saliva that coated my cock from her mouth lubricated the gap between each tit. She held her breasts together so that my shaft disappeared each time I humped her upper body. When the glans would appear on my upward stroke she would lick the head and then it would disappear again. 

"How do you like titty-fucking Denny?" she teased. My grunts were all the ammunition she needed to know that I was in ecstacy. 

I had always been the one to control my cumming but Aunt Bev seemed to be able to bring me to the edge and then keep me from erupting. I started to beg, "Please, Aunt Bev! Let me cum! I've got to cum! Let me cum in your face and on those motherfucking tits! Please!"

Finally she relented and I could feel my balls expanding from the semen production. The build up was like a volcano preparing to erupt and sure enough on one of its upwards journeys through the tight valley of her breasts, the first intense wave of cum exploded against her chin, up into her hair and all over her face. She started to lap the air trying to catch as much jism as she could each time a new jet was released from my cockhead. Then she started to jack my cock over her large hooters and squeezed as much out as possible going from one to the other in an effort to share the juice evenly. 

Temporarily satiated, we cuddled together on the couch. She cradled my head in her arms and held me close to her cum-covered breasts as she said, "We really shouldn't be doing this Dennis. I'm your aunt and I 'm taking advantage of you. " 

Nuzzling her aureole, I looked up at her worried face, took her hand and placed it on my recharging penis. "Who's taking advantage of whom?" I asked. "Aunt Bev, I want to fuck you. I know you miss Uncle Bob but I'm handy and I won't hurt you. " With this statement I started to fill my mouth with her mountainous boob and went back to stroking her dampened clitoris. She laid back, spread her legs even farther apart and allowed me access to her slit again. 

"Oh god, Dennis! You have magical hands! You're making me cummm.. again! Oh fuck! Don't stop!"

I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to as she grabbed my hand and used it to jack herself off. "Take me into the bedroom and fuck me Denny! It's been so long! I need a thick cock in my cunt! I'll hate myself in the morning but I need your young cock in me now!"

As I said earlier, when my Aunt Bev wanted something, she always got it. Pulling me with her, we rushed into the bedroom. As we fell onto the bed I noticed a large pink dildo on her nightstand and realized why she wanted a real live cock even if it meant breaking one of society's ridiculous taboos. Not needing any preliminaries, she opened her thick thighs and pulled me to her large bosom at the same time as she pulled my rock hard cock into her pink-lipped pussy. 

"Fuck me Denny! Your Auntie Bev needs a good fuck and judging by the satisfied looks on Mrs. Johnston's and Mrs. O'Brien's faces lately, you obviously know how to satisfy a woman! Oh fuck! That feels so good! Oh yeah, Denny! FUCK ME!!!!" She was cumming already. 

Meanwhile, while driving my rod into her I was feasting on her tits. I was fascinated by their immense size. I had thought that I was a butt man but her huge boobs had me in awe. I rolled over onto my back so that my aunt towered over me. My hands filled with her dangling mammaries as she rode my blood-engorged young cock. Realizing my fascination with her chest, she leaned forward and covered my face with it and proceeded to rub the mass back and forth. I felt that I was being smothered yet couldn't resist. 

Both of us were moaning as we continued to thrash against one another. My sexual satisfaction was being taxed to the limit and once again that intense feeling that only goes with an impending orgasm rose in my loins. Aunt Bev was there at the same time. I drove my organ up into her accomodating cunt as she threw back her head and wailed that she was cumming. 

My hot cum burst from my dick at the same time! 

"Oh.. oh.. Auntie Bev.. you're.. making…me…cummmm!!!!Oh fuck! I'M FUCKING MY AUNT!!!! HERE.. ITTTT…. CUMMMMSSSSSS!!!!"

Although I had cum only minutes before, the amount of semen that shot into her tight cavity must have been immense as I was wracked by spasm after spasm after spasm until finally I couldn't move anymore. We collapsed and moaned in rapture together. Finally, Aunt Bev stirred. 

"Dennis, where in the world did you learn to fuck like that? Only your uncle has ever been able to make me cum and even then sometimes he doesn't even wait for me. He just shoots his load and rolls over not caring that I haven't cum. I know you shouldn't but I want you to spend the night here in my bed. I've been so lonely without a man in my bed. "

We fell asleep after talking for a while as she lay with her head resting on my shoulder. In the middle of the night I awoke to feel her ass rubbing against my growing member. Assuming she was still asleep, I put my arms around her and grabbing her by her breasts, pulled her closer against my now erect cock. She whimpered and moaned as I then took one hand, reached down between us and spread her labia which was already wet. 

When I shifted forward so that my cock head was just inside her lips, she awakened and said sleepily, "Bob, what's gotten in to you?" Peeking back, a brief look of shock appeared on her face as she realized that it wasn't Bob, her husband, that was in her cunt but me, her nephew. She quickly acknowledged her faux-pas and apologized. Although momentarily embarrassed, she pushed her rump back and forced my organ in deeper. "Fuck me Den!" was all the encouragement I needed. Minutes later I had released another payload into her pussy. 

The next morning was rather awkward but we somehow got through it. We both knew that our relationship had changed forever. I tried to get her to spend the day in bed with me but she begged off by saying that she had to go to work for a few hours. She reminded me that she still had to pay the bills and that the rooming house still was in need of repairs. Of course, she added, if I didn't feel like working today, she would understand. Before I let her go off to work, I got her to agree to give me a blow job just as she was getting ready to go out the door. 

Glancing at her watch, she laughed and asked if I ever got enough. "Look at my dick and you'll get your answer, " I replied. With that I took her by the shoulders and guided her to her knees whereupon I rubbed my glans across her lips. "Open up Aunt Bev!" When her lips parted I drove my cock deep inside. 

She was obviously an expert cocksucker as she took control of my actions. Grasping my ass cheeks she encouraged me to sink my whole shaft into her mouth. In and out I drove amazed at her ability to deep-throat my 8 inches. Her cheeks expanded and I was amazed at how her lips moved up and down my shaft bringing me closer to my inevitable conclusion. Finally I was there. Holding her head still, I made one final push until my cock was buried in her mouth so deeply that only my pubic hair was visible on her nose. 

"Eat it!" I ordrered. "Eat my cum! Suck it all! Oh fuck, Auntie Bev! I'm cumming in your mouth! Oh suck it! Oh Auntie what a fucking great cocksucker you are!!!!"

The waves of ecstacy caused my knees to buckle as I unloaded jet after jet into her awaiting mouth. Excess semen leaked out of the corners of her mouth as she attempted to swallow as much as she could. Wiping her lips with her tongue she smiled down at me as she opened the door and said, "That should keep you satisfied until I get home!" 

Horror of horrors, there in the opened doorway just about to knock was...

Author's request : Who was at the door? Please help me decide how to end this chapter by sending me an e-mail. Possibilities are that it was : 

(a) Maggie Martin the stripper again
 (b) Mrs. Johnston
 (c) Mrs. O'Brien
 (d) the gay guys from 2A
 (e) my mother
 (f) Uncle Bob after getting an early release from jail 



Denny As The Handy Man Ch. 3



Author's Note: Thanks to all who took the time to vote & to give me their suggestions. The vote was close so I've tried to apply your wishes. 

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Horror of horrors, there in the opened doorway just about to knock was Mom but appearing right behind her was Maggie - again! How did I keep getting caught in these embarrassing situations? Aunt Bev, of course, still hadn't seen either of them when she made the comment about her blow job keeping me satisfied until she got home. Both the visitors had however and their reactions were quite different. 

Maggie had that all knowing smirk on her face again. She obviously found the tableau playing out in front of her to be quite humorous. My predicaments seemed to be a great source of amusement to her. I, of course, wanted her to see me as a potential playmate but she always appeared at inopportune times. I made a pledge to myself that I would corner her and to try and make my pitch. It didn't matter that I was successfully bedding other tenants as well as my aunt. I was determined to get into her pants assuming of course that she even bothered to wear them. 

That, of course, was the least of my worries as I watched my mother trying to control her emotions because Maggie was still there. Aunt Bev, by now, had seen the look of shock on my face and had turned to stare into the venomous eyes of her sister. 

Maggie must have sensed that there was going to be a scene because she quickly retreated saying that she would come back later to hand in her rent check. Giving me one last look, she disappeared from the door entrance. I wanted to go after her but figured that I too was about to face my mother's wrath. 

Pushing past Aunt Bev, Mom slammed the door and ordered me to stop exposing myself. Looking down I realized that after the blow job, Aunt Bev had jumped up to leave and when she opened the door I hadn't had time to put my cum-covered cock back in my pants. I groaned again when I realized that Maggie must have seen it as well. 

"How could you, Bev? I entrusted him to you! He's only a little boy!"she screamed. 

Bev's response surprised me with its calmness. "Get a grip, Janet! It's not the end of the world and besides that, as you could see, he's not a little boy anymore. And I wasn't his first woman. You knew that. I just got so lonely like I told you on the phone and he was handy and very randy I might add. Besides that I saw the way you looked at him when you came in. Don't tell me that that was the look of a concerned mother. It was more like that of a jealous lover but that's not possible, is it? …Is it? Oh my god, Janet, the look on your face is giving you away! You want your own son, don't you? Or maybe you've already had him? Holy fuck! There's that look again! You have, haven't you? You sanctimonious bitch! You've fucked your own son! "

Mom had never been good at confrontation even though she was a teacher and truth be told she had always been a little intimidated by Aunt Bev. Now she crumbled onto the couch with her face in her hands murmuring how ashamed she was. 

Both of us looked at each other and rushed to console her. Looking at her watch, Aunt Bev said, "Look, Janet, it's okay. I understand. I'm certainly not able to sit in judgment of your actions, am I. Dennis look after your mother. I've got to get to work but we can deal with this mess later when I get home. " She left us there on the couch clinging to each other. 

Finally, Mom had calmed down enough to enjoy our cuddling. In fact, my hands had started to fondle her breasts as I held her. Once I felt her interest growing, my free hand reached under her dress and started inching its way up her stockinged thigh. Leaning back she spread her legs farther apart to allow me easier access to her womanhood. Pushing aside the nylon material of her panties I started to manipulate her love button. The whimpers encouraged me to push my finger between the labia and into the moist canal. When I inserted two fingers I could feel the beginning of her first orgasm. 

Turning to kiss me she muttered, "Oh Denny. I'm sorry if I made a fool of myself but Aunt Bev was right. I acted more like a jealous girlfriend. I know you have to have other women but promise me that you'll always find time for me. I couldn't live if I couldn't have you. The last few weeks have been hell. Please Denny, fuck me!"

With these words she spread her lips to kiss me and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. A movie I once saw described this act as 'sucking face'. I had never really understood that description until now. 

While making out on the couch our hands started to divest each other of our encumbering clothes. After ridding her of her dress, Mom now sat necking with me dressed only in a matching set of blue bra, panties and stockings. The bra and panties were next to go although I struggled with the clasp on the bra. Mom finally undid it for me as she wriggled her fleshy pink butt out of the sheer nylon panties. 

Meanwhile her hands kept returning to my now familiar organ and she continually stroked it as she wrapped her fingers around its girth. We laughed together as her hand got caught in my underwear as I tried to divest myself of it and my pants at the same time. Once released my cock pointed at the ceiling. Mom didn't wait for an invitation, she knelt down on the floor and moved between my knees. Looking up at me she smiled and asked me to tell her what I wanted Mommy to do. Can you believe it? I was lucky enough to have a beautiful woman for a mother but she was asking me, her son, what I wanted her to do. 

"You know what I like Mom. Don't make me beg. "

With that she raised my legs over her shoulders so that my testes were totally exposed. While continuing to stroke my cock she started to suck on each testicle in turn. Then she pushed my legs even higher and started to lick under each ball until she came to my anus. Pausing there she slowly inserted a finger nail until the sphincter muscle relaxed sufficiently for her to push her finger half way in. I groaned in pleasure and pain. Then she touched the brown ring with the tip of her tongue and upon removing her finger, mom replaced it with her tongue. She started pushing it in and out as far and as fast as she could. I was in heaven and started to plead. 

"That's it! Oh shit! That's fucking incredible! Oh you fucking slut! Suck my asshole you fucking cunt! Oh Mom if you keep that up I'm going to cum!!"

Mom had told me that while she hated that kind of language, it still somehow turned her on. However, she had other ideas and stopped what she was doing and before I could even object had climbed onto my rock hard cock and started to bounce up and down like a pogo stick. Mom controlling the frantic pace of our upwards and downwards motions made the act incredibly sensual. My mouth latched onto one of her breasts and I suckled it like a new-born baby. 

Mom meanwhile reached under her ass and got a firm grip on my bouncing balls. Each time I neared orgasm she squeezed them until I recaptured some control. We went at it like this for ten or more minutes all the while encouraging each other to keep fucking. 

Finally Mom couldn't hold her emotions in check any longer and she impaled herself on my whole shaft as she swore at the top of her lungs, "Oh fuck! Fuck me Denny! I'mmmm.. gonna…cummmm!"

I kept on driving my rod into her as she held on for dear life while she tried to recover. Then I lifted myself up and turned her over so that her hands now grasped the back of the couch. She moaned when my shaft slipped out for the briefest of seconds. Now I was in control and I reached under her and played with her swaying tits as I pushed in and out with my groin. Leaning on one shoulder, Mom again reached under my pulsating cock and grasped my balls in her hand. Again she sensed each time I neared my explosion and somehow prevented it. We enjoyed each other for several minutes in this fashion. Again she orgasmed, releasing her own wave of cum juice, but wouldn't let me join her. 

"No you mutherfucker! Don't cum yet! I want you to fuck my ass! Please son fuck your mother's ass! Cum in Mommy's ass!"

Now she was leaning face down on the couch as she disengaged her hands so that she could reach back and spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible. "Use my wetness to oil up your cock, Dennis, so that it will go in easier. " 

Somehow losing your own inhibitions can lead to greater joy. Before sticking my cock in her ass I decided to mimic what she had done so I leaned forward and very tentatively touched her anus with the tip of my tongue. I had never wanted to try this before but now it seemed to be the right thing to do. A couple of women had done it to me so I thought I'd try it. The taste was as gross as I had expected but for some reason the depravity of such an act titillated me even more. 

Mom cried out in surprise, "Oh god, Dennis, your father would never do that to me. It feels so wicked but I want your cock in me now!" I was as anxious as she was so I grabbed my dick and started to lather it up. 

Sure enough after rubbing my cock in her wetness, I could see the slickness of my cock as it perched at the tiny brown hole that she was offering to me. Ordering me to stick it in her asshole I started to push the head in slowly. She groaned but once again grabbed me by the balls and pulled my cock in tighter. The head finally was in and the shaft followed it easily until I was buried to the hilt in my mother's rectum. I paused relishing the tightness and then started the equally enjoyable process of drawing it out again. 

I knew that I wouldn't last much longer but I held out as long as I could. The intense feeling was mind-boggling. I felt that my cock was bigger than it had ever been and knew that when I came I would be releasing more cum than I ever had before. A couple of minutes later my pace had quickened so that now my balls were slapping against her ass cheeks. Each push in was accompanied by a loud intake of breath as each pull out was met with an outright moan. Finally I was there. It didn't matter any more that I was ass-fucking my own mother. This could have been any woman. My cock didn't care. It just knew that its purpose was to release a flood of semen and it wasn't about to disappoint. 

"Here it cums Mom! I'm fucking your ass! I'm going to shoot my cum into you! Here it cummmmms!!!!"

Her ass was so tight but somehow my organ thickened even more as wave after wave of cum shot out of my cock deep into her bowels. Each spasm caused me to thrust even harder into her backside as she pushed back against me. My sexual satisfaction was being forced to its limit but still more semen erupted. Finally we both let out satisfied whimpers and collapsed onto the couch totally satiated. I could feel cum running down my leg when my deflating cock slipped out of her back hole. 

After showering and eating with another love making session thrown in between the two, we sat down and discussed how to deal with Aunt Bev. I convinced Mom that Aunt Bev would be amiable to a threesome if we played our cards right and we concocted a plan for that very evening. 

Aunt Bev arrived home to a peaceful domestic scene. Mom had cooked up her specialty – chicken parmesana and seeing that things were cool, Aunt Bev breathed a sigh of relief and the two of them shared a couple of bottles of wine. After dinner was over and we had started on dessert and liquers, the two women started to discuss me and what to do about this situation. 

As it got later and later, Mom pretended to be tired and she retired to my room after they agreed to continue the discussion in the morning. With her here I was now expected to sleep on the couch. Aunt Bev was a little tipsy and she said that she needed to have a shower so away she went leaving me to sneak into Mom's room to reinforce the plan. 

After waiting until I was sure that Aunt Bev was in the shower I entered the bathroom, disrobed and slipped behind the curtain. My aunt was so engrossed in playing with herself that she didn't even know I was there until she felt my fingers probing her womanhood alongside hers. Trying to stifle her giggling I stuck my tongue into her mouth and the two of us started to explore each other's private parts. Soon I was at full attention. 

Turning her around so that she faced the wall, I spread her legs apart and knelt down and started to tongue her pussy. The warm spray kept splashing off her back and into my eyes but it did not sway me from my goal. Soon I felt the cool air of the shower curtain being pulled back and looked back as I licked Aunt Bev to see my mother climbing into the tub behind me. Soon she had spread my legs and was once again tongueing my asshole as she stroked my already rigid cock. 

Raising one leg to allow her some mobility, Mom then crawled forward until her face was inches from Aunt Bev's cunt. Barely missing a lick Mom moved forward and took over my task as I backed away from the two of them. We knew that we were only moments from heaven or hell. Once Aunt Bev realized that it was her sister sucking her off and not her nephew she might explode with indignity and disgust. If she reacted as we hoped she might then the three of us could share what we had. 

Soon Mom's expert tongue brought Aunt Bev to the precipice and she reached back as she was cumming to try to pull my head deeper into her butt. It took her a few seconds to realize that the person sucking her cunt had far more hair than I did and she looked back in shock just as another orgasm hit her. 

We knew the answer when she encouraged mom to eat her pussy and make her cum again and again. I stood back with a grin on my face as the two middle-aged women then turned and explored each other's bodies with their hands and tongues. I had almost forgotten how erotic it was to watch two women make love and I started to jack myself off. Seeing me the two of them simultaneously reached out to take over. Aunt Bev stroked my shaft while Mom fondled my balls and soon I was shooting my cum all over their upturned faces. Both women took turns cleaning my cock as it started to go limp and then they went back to pleasing each other. 

Needless to say I was exhausted and I climbed out on shaky legs, toweled off and padded off to my bed where I collapsed into a deep sleep leaving the two women to do their own thing. 

When I awoke in the morning I was surprised to find myself alone. I thought for sure that one or both women would have climbed into bed with me. Staggering out of bed on my way to the bathroom I peeked into my aunt's bedroom and saw the two women locked in a deep sleep with their bodies intertwined. 

"Guess the plan worked, " I chuckled to myself. 

Mom could only stay for 4 days but the three of us made the most of it. The next two nights we all slept together in Aunt Bev's kingsize bed. Truth be known we didn't get a lot of sleep. By the third night I had to slip into my own room because they had totally drained me and I was exhausted. Finally Mom left after a teary good-bye and a final fuck. 

My chores, of course, had been neglected and Aunt Bev had to start spending more time at work as the winter fashions were starting to come off the assembly lines. After dealing with the usual mundane chores and avoiding Mrs. O'Brien and Mrs. Johnston, I set about trying to corner my dreamgirl, Maggie, the stripper. 

At first, every time I would encounter her in the hallway, on the stairwell or in the laundry room, she would hardly give me the time of day except to make some sarcastic comment like "How's it hangin' stud?" or "which one of your harem are you seeing tonight?"

Usually before I could answer she would hurry past me not giving me any chance to respond. I had just about given up when she showed up at our apartment door a week later complaining that her air conditioner wasn't working. This meant of course that I would finally have a chance to talk to her and in her apartment where she couldn't run away. I was wrong again. She informed me that she had some business to do and asked if I could fix it while she was gone. Despondent and disappointed, I was left with little choice. 

Entering her empty one bedroom apartment, I felt like I was entering a shrine. I took everything in as I scanned the living room. The place you live tells a lot about a person but the condition of your living quarters reveals even more. There wasn't a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. The flowered couch even had perfectly placed matching throw cushions at each end. There were fresh flowers in a vase on the mahogany coffee table that had 3 perfectly aligned magazines on it. I was surprised that someone as flamboyant as a stripper would have such a sanitized room. 

Remembering why I was there I started to look for the air conditioner but I was secretly pleased not to find it in this room. Now I had a legitimate reason to enter Maggie's bedroom. Just thinking about this being her inner sanctum, started to give me a woody. 

The bedroom was a complete surprise. This room was painted a bright red and was decorated with pictures and posters of Maggie's career. One full sized poster showed her in a revealing gown getting out of a limo advertising the opening of the Roxy theater in Hamilton. Another large poster displayed just her face and chest but her breasts were totally hanging out of a low cut dress. 

I went from picture to picture. Each one was a pose of some kind in varying degrees of nudity. Many looked like the kind you see in girlie magazines or on the cover of porno movies. Most were of a younger version of my dream girl but it was obvious that they documented her career. 

Wandering from picture to picture brought me to the open door of her closet and I couldn't help but notice 10 or more pairs of stiletto shoes on the upper shelf and the gowns that were hanging beside her everyday clothes. Looking more closely I noticed that many were sequins but all were low cut both in the front and in the back. I made the mistake of imagining Maggie in one such gown and started to fondle my cock through my jeans. 

I was contemplating releasing my organ when I heard "What the fuck are you doing?" from the bedroom doorway. I had become so engrossed in the photos and her clothing that I hadn't even heard her enter the apartment. God, I was so embarrassed. She had done it again. 

Trying to regain my composure I apologized profusely and decided to be perfectly honest with her. If she wanted me to leave I would but only after clearing the air. I proceeded to tell her how I had first seen her at the coffee shop and that I had never been so attracted to anyone in my life. I recounted how I had tried to get her to like me but that at every opportunity I had screwed up. 

Fortunately for me she laughed at my choice of words. "Dennis, you seem to be screwing every woman in the building except for me. I'm not used to not being the object of a man's desire. At first when you didn't come on to me I thought you must be gay or that maybe it was another sign that I was losing my sex appeal. I am thirty now and that's ancient in this business. I know I don't get the gigs I used to get. Then when I caught you coming out of Mrs. Johnston's apartment I figured that you had an old woman fixation. Later, outside Mrs. O'Brien's I figured that you were a real prick for taking advantage of her loneliness and that you were a typical male. However, I talked to her in the laundry room one day and she was a different woman. You made her feel pretty and desirable. Even old Mrs. Johnston seemed to beam every time she saw you. She was the one who told me that you had voluntarily given up your summer to help your aunt out of a bind by working here as a handyman. I figured that maybe you weren't such a little prick after all. That's when I started to think differently about you. "




Denny As The Handy Man Ch. 3



"Catching you with your aunt was hilarious. I didn't realize until later that the woman at the door was your mother. You must have shit your pants!" She started to laugh so hard at that that I couldn't help but join in. 

I couldn't resist. She was too beautiful. Damning the consequences I moved closer, reached out, pulled her to me and planted a huge kiss smack on her lips and then recoiled waiting for her to slap me. Her reaction was one of surprise at first and then she shocked me with "Why'd you stop? Don't you want me or don't I fit the profile?"

I didn't know what she meant by profile but I'm not stupid. I knew that she was encouraging me to continue. I reached out again and pulled her into my arms. Her huge breasts were mashed against my chest and my tongue met hers as my hands started to play with her ass cheeks. I pulled her butt into my groin as she reached behind me and did the same. We stood there grinding against each other for a seemingly long time. I couldn't get enough of her tongue as our saliva mixed together. 

By now my hands had started to explore her 38's and soon my mouth started to make its way down to them. I pulled apart her blouse too forcefully and her buttons bounced onto the hardwood floor. Now this fabulous chest that was ogled every night by dozens of men was mine to feast on and I was ravenous. The feel was different then any breasts I had kissed before but that didn't bother me in the least. They were perfectly molded and the nipples stood out proudly as I sucked on them. I was surprised that they stood up so firmly without the support of a bra. Stepping back as I fondled them, it did strike me strange that they looked more like the breasts of a much younger woman. 

Continuing to kiss my way south, I bussed her incredibly flat stomach and I wondered what kind of exercises she must do to keep it so flat but then realized that a woman in her profession couldn't afford to let her body go to pot. I found out later that Maggie had actually had a minor tummy tuck two years previously. 

Now kneeling, as I looked back up past her monstrous tits that jutted out proudly, I detected slight scar marks where her breasts met her stomach. I watched her shake her long, straight hair from side to side in bliss as I concentrated on orally servicing her. Tongueing her pussy brought another shock to my psyche as I looked in awe at a gold ring. I had never met, let alone, sucked a woman who had been pierced in that sensitive area. She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked her clitoris and rolled the ring around in my mouth. 

As I started to separate her labia lips with my tongue she stopped me briefly to notify me that she was cumming already. Quickly I returned to my attack. With my tongue plunging in and out of her cunt, my nose was buried in her little patch of pubic hair. My eyes could barely focus but I could see that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart. It was then that I realized that the heart shape was the only hair in the area and that she was a natural redhead. She must have shaved regularly and the thought of her doing that caused another erotic vision. 

Soon she started to clutch my head tighter and ordered, "Eat me! Oh yes! That's it! Uh.. uh…I'mmmm.. cummm.. ingggg!!!" I licked as fast as I could. I was determined to make her cum like no other man had. Her body was wracked with spasm after spasm but I refused to stop. Finally she held my head but instead of trying to force her groin into my mouth, she tried to push my face away. Eventually I relented and as she collapsed back onto her bed. I smiled at her with my saliva-covered face. 

When she had regained her breath, she sighed, "That was incredible! I knew it!" 

"Knew what?" I asked. 

"All the pigs that come into the club want to fuck me but they don't care if I get off or not. Many of them cum before we even get to the main event. The young ones have no self control and the old ones want to control me. I knew you were different. The women in this rooming house seemed too content after having you. I knew that you must be more than just a cocksman. You obviously cared about satisfying your partner not just yourself" 

Her next statement shocked the hell out of me. "That's why I set about to seduce you. " Her green eyes sparkled as she continued, "Have you noticed that I don't even own an air conditioner? I knew you would end up in here. You're not all that different from all the other men I've known. I want to fuck you now but I want this to be special for you too. What do you want me to do?"

Here I was about to live every man's dream. I had no idea why she chose me after all I was still just a kid but I sure as hell wasn't going to miss this opportunity. I didn't even hesitate. "Dance for me Maggie. Pretend that you're performing at the Fantasia Club and I'm the only customer. "

She seemed taken back by my request but recovered quickly with, "I meant oral, vaginal or anal but I can do that and then we can really get it on. Sometimes I get turned on when I dance so this might be fun for both of us. "

"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you, " she commanded. 

While I laid back, I could hear the rustling of clothes and hangers being moved about and tried to visualize what I would see when she let me open my eyes. When I heard the first few bars of Tina Turner's 'Private Dancer' I knew I was not going to be disappointed. 

Opening my eyes on her command, I looked across the room and she was no where to be seen but the lights had been dimmed I guess with a dimmer switch. Then in the doorway, I observed a stiletto heeled shoe dangling in mid air keeping time to the music. Then the calf of a muscular leg came into view and finally there she was leaning against the door frame with her body half in and half out of the room. Raising herself up and down she seemed to be humping the entrance and I started to rise up but she wiggled her finger as if to say 'no-no'. 

She had chosen a micro-mini latex-like blue dress that barely covered her rear. As she humped the door frame I could tell that she was enjoying my undivided attention. Her long red hair had fallen over her eyes and she pushed it back behind her ear in a sensuous movement. Entering the room, swaying from side to side as she danced provocatively to the music, I could see the magnificent breasts shimmering from side to side. They were barely being held in place by a thin piece of material that appeared to be tied behind her neck and under her flowing mane. 

Sitting on the side of the bed I reached out for her but she just smiled and stayed slightly out of reach. Bending at the waist, her breasts fell forward and I was able to look down into the valley between them. Tiny beads of sweat started to appear on her magnificent orbs. She shook her tits back and forth and my mouth automatically started salivating at the thought that soon I would be sucking on them. 

Turning around and bending forward, Maggie started to wave her buttocks back and forth. As she did this, her rubber dress rose up revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see the lips of her womanhood and the little brown asshole. Something sparkled and I then realized that it was her pierced clitoris. This was something totally new to me. She looked back, shook her long hair away from her face again and winked seductively. 

"See anything you like, young man?" she quizzed. Before I could respond she had stood up and placing her hands behind her neck, she arched her back which caused her already prominent breasts to jut out even farther from her tiny waist. Then after undoing the tie holding up the dress she sensuously wiggled her hips and the material slowly slid down her hourglass figure until finally, my goddess stood naked except for the five inch high heels. 

Once again I reached out to her but as I did the music ended and she skidded away to press the replay button on her CD machine. Returning to me she turned her back and lowered her swaying ass onto my groin. At the club I knew that I wasn't allowed to touch but here I knew that there were no boundaries so I reached around and gripped each boob with a hand as she continued to ground her ass into my cock. 

Finally she turned as she stood up and rubbed her perfect beauties right in my face. Holding my head still with her hands she moved her globes back and forth across my mouth and nose. My tongue reached out and licked her nipples in response. While doing this she was fondling my hard-on through my jeans and I begged her to let it out. Putting her face down into my pubic area, she rubbed her cheeks over the trapped organ and with some help from her well-manicured fingers started to pull my zipper down with her teeth. Next she undid the clasp and started to pull my jeans off as I raised my hips to accommodate her. 

When the bottom half of my body was totally exposed she leaned forward and teased my manhood with her tongue as I tore my tee-shirt off over my head. Kneeling down between my legs she looked up at me through her long eyelashes and unbelievably asked if she could suck my cock. Once again I wondered why a beautiful 30 year old stripper would want to suck my cock. I knew I wasn't the best looking guy in town although right now I felt that maybe I was the most well-endowed as I looked at her starting to inhale my rock hard cock. I don't think it had ever been longer or thicker. 

She teased the end of the glans and made a show of taking a drop of pre-cum onto her tongue and swallowing. As her hands stroked my erection she continued to look up into my face with her beautiful green eyes. Then she freaked me out by holding my balls in her hand and sucking one directly into her mouth. I could feel the testicle rolling around as she played with it with her tongue. Then she replaced it with the other testicle. I knew that I couldn't refrain from cumming much longer and tried to warn her but she obviously sensed it because she started to stroke the shaft faster and faster while at the same time grabbing my balls as they bounced back and forth. 

"It's okay baby. Shoot your cum on my face and on my tits!"

I didn't need any more encouragement and I sent a blast of semen two feet up into the air and watched it land in her hair. The next spurt hit her flush in the nose and some of it spread into her right eye. Keeping her eye closed she aimed the next release directly into her mouth. As the amount seeping out of my piss hole slowed down she pulled the purple head right inside her mouth. I could see her cheeks bulging out as she rolled her tongue over the sensitive head. She sucked me like this until I pleaded with her to stop. I heard the expression 'she sucked me dry' but this was the first time any woman had actually tried to do it. 

While I was recovering, Maggie kissed her way up my stomach and stopped to suck on my nipples. This, too, was a new experience. Noticing my reaction, the wanton woman whispered, "Relax, Dennis, and open your mind to new ideas. With love making you should try new things. Let's take a break. I could use a drink. " Then laughing as she exited the bedroom, "Are you old enough to drink, Denny?"

Why is it that women who were about to fuck me worried that I might not be old enough to drink? It didn't make any sense to me. Besides I found it insulting and condescending. Of course, the statement just encouraged me to prove to them that I was the equal of any man in the sack. What better way than to get them off so that they begged me to make them cum. Then my being old enough to drink would be moot. 

I jumped off the bed and followed Maggie into the combined kitchenette/dining room where she was already pouring two glasses of bourbon. Watching her chest rise as she savoured her drink made my temporarily dormant penis awaken. When a little bourbon escaped from the corner of her mouth as she coughed and fell onto her breast, I immediately moved closer and licked it up. Then I picked her 120 pound body up and placed her ass on the counter. 

Moving between her legs I started to kiss her globes again and slowly made my way over her stomach until I was nuzzling her pubes again. This time there was quite a bit of moisture there from her previous cum session. After a few minutes of this I knew that I could wait no longer and I stood up, raised her right leg over my shoulder and pushed my blood-engorged organ into her cunt. 

"Uhhh…oh…Denny.. that feels wonderful. Your cock is filling me up.. oh.. god.. I'm.. cumming.. allll…readdddyyyyy!!!"

Totally relying on me to hold her up she wrapped her free leg around my butt and drew me into her as close as she could. I kept poking my manhood into her without missing a beat. After a few minutes of this heavenly bliss she came again but I was determined not to release my seed into her yet. I felt that I had to make her my fuck slave. 

"Cum with me you bastard!!!…oh…fuckkkk!!! I'mmmm.. cumming aaagainnn!!" she screamed. 

Using every ounce of self control, I forced myself to stop driving my organ deep within her chasm. "I want to fuck your tits!" I hissed and lowered her on wobbly legs to the floor. She didn't complain as she once again knelt between my legs and dreamily looked back up into my dark brown eyes. 

Placing my already moistened cock in the channel between her huge globes, I started to rub against her chest. Obviously an expert at this, Maggie trapped my organ between her breasts with pressure from each hand. Each time the glans would appear, Maggie would touch the tip with her tongue. The tightness and her teasing tongue once again brought me near completion as I fucked her huge tits. 

"Fuck my titties, Denny. Your cock feels so good! Cum for me! Give me another faceful! I want your cum! Give it to me!"

I almost acquiesced but fought again to regain control. I wanted this to be a fuck that she would always remember. I knew that it was going to be memorable for me. I had dreamed of this for weeks now and I wanted to draw it out as long as humanly possible. 

Somehow, I freed my organ which was just a stroke or two away from shooting the contents of my balls all over her gigantic tits. "Turn over, " I ordered. "I want to fuck you in the ass!"

"Okay but go slowly, Dennis. The last guy who fucked me in the ass almost tore me in two. " As she was saying this, she was turning to face the bed. I caught our reflection in the bedside mirror and it was like looking at a scene from a porno movie. There she was – a long-haired redhead with large boobs drooping towards the floor as she knelt on all fours with her knees spread and her ass raised and exposed to my waiting cock. 

My cock was as stiff as a board and I knew it wasn't going to be denied much longer but I also knew that I wanted to make Maggie beg for me to fuck her in the ass. Postponing my own pleasure I started to push my fingers in and out of her wet pussy making sure that each digit was sufficiently lubricated with her own cum. As I was doing that I lowered my face until my nose was touching her butt and started to probe her anus with my tongue. She tensed but gradually allowed her anus to open up and allow my tongue to enter. My tongue now acted like a cock albeit a tiny one as I started to push it in and out. Gradually the taste became benign as I got used to it. 

She was groaning and I knew she was coming again. Not giving her time to recover I continued my anal assault now with my fingers. I could sense her gritting her teeth. First one finger up to the first knuckle. Then finally the full finger. Slowly I had pushed it deeper until it was all the way in. Holding it there for a second I could sense her relaxing as she finally took a deep breath. After pulling it out slowly, I gently reinserted it. I continued like this for a couple of minutes and then I knew it was time to expand the hole. In order to accommodate my thick cock I had to introduce two fingers and then three. As I worked three fingers in and out of her bum hole I had continued to alternate between her vagina and her clitoris. 

As she started to thrash about in yet another orgasm, she pleaded with me. 

"Oh fuck…fuck my ass! Do it! Stick that goddamn cock of yours into my asshole! Stop teasing me you bastard! Stick it in me now!"

I had reached the end of my self-control anyway. I was already getting ready to drive my prick into her beckoning rear just as she pleaded with me. After withdrawing my three fingers I looked down at the target and realized that the brown hole was now red and it took a few seconds for it to close. Hesitating no longer, I placed the head of my cock at her rear entrance and started to slowly insert it. The tightness of her rectum walls was incredible but I pushed even deeper. Maggie groaned but not in pain this time. 

She started to push her rear back as she pleaded again for me to "stick it in my ass. Cum in my ass! Oh shit! It's tearing me up!"

When I heard this last statement I hesitated for the briefest of seconds but she reached under my partially inserted cock, grasped my balls and hissed, "Don't stop now you mutherfucker or I'll rip your fucking balls off!"

I had never had any woman threaten me like that and I immediately realized that she meant every word. What could I do? I had no choice. It didn't matter because I had no intention of stopping my anal assault now anyway. Encouraged and no longer fearing or caring that I might hurt her, I drove my 8 incher all the way into the deepest part of her bowels. She let out a blood-curdling scream but continued to rock back against me. 

Now I had a breast in each hand as I drove in and out, faster and faster. My mind was in another dimension. I was only interested in self-gratification. This woman was simply a receptacle now for my driving cock. Soon I could feel my impending orgasm growing and I wanted this feeling to last forever but nature and animal instinct had taken over. I released her breasts and grabbed her hips to force them back into my groin. My cock felt like a steel rod and I swear I could have picked her up and carried her on it all by itself. Maggie was screaming again but I was too far gone to understand a word she said. I think they were just animal grunts coming out of her mouth as we both catapulted towards our impending explosions. Finally I could feel my cock expanding as my cum started to shoot down the shaft and blast deep into her ass. 

"Uh.. uh.. oh.. shit.. it.. feels.. so…fuckkkinggg…good! I'mmm…gonna.. cummm! I'mmm.. fuckinggg…your…ass!! Aaaggghhhh! Here.. itttt.. cummmmsss! Take.. it.. all…you…fucking…slut!!!" 

Wave after wave of semen tore out of my cock and flooded her asshole which seemed to be sucking my cock trying to draw even more into its deep cavity. I could feel Maggie's own spasms as I finally ran out of energy and collapsed onto her back. Rolling me off her she shocked the hell out of me by crawling down to my withering organ and taking it into her mouth. She continued to clean the remaining cum as my cock released its final few drops. The taste of her own behind didn't seem to bother her. Finally she had finished and contentedly rested her face on my stomach. Within minutes we had both fallen into a deep sleep. 

The rest of the summer went by way too quickly. Mrs. O'Brien's husband arrived home unexpectedly one day. Evidently he had fallen and hurt his back so he was given a furlow so that he could recuperate at home. His back couldn't have been too bad as we could hear the two of them going at it every time the boys went off to play tennis or to visit their friends. 

Mrs. Johnston gave up trying to get me back into her bed when she started getting a regular pizza boy, I mean, pizza delivery every third day. She told me that she always had her pizza with sausage. Take that any way you'd like but I did notice that the delivery boy always left with a big smile on his face. 




Denny As The Handy Man Ch. 3



Aunt Bev and I got it on occasionally but I think the incest thing really did bother her. Besides that she had met what she called 'the only straight male model in all of Toronto. ' I didn't question her on how she ascertained that. 

Mom came up one more time for another brief visit and we managed to squeeze in a couple of lovemaking sessions, one of which involved Aunt Bev. 

I felt obligated to help Aunt Bev get back on her feet so when I wasn't fulfilling my handyman duties, I spent much of my free time with Maggie. Aunt Bev had revealed to me that she knew I was screwing the thirty year old stripper but her only warning was not to fall in love. 

"Remember, young man, she's ten years older than you so don't go getting all romantic and thinking that she's the marrying kind. Remember what she does for a living. Learn as much as you can from her, treat her right but don't be a fool. "

Maggie continued to strip 6 nights a week and would get angry if I showed up at the club unexpectedly. I had seen her giving some fat, old, bald guy a blow job and when she saw me she blew up out of embarrassment I guess. I knew that she was still doing the extras that the lap dancers at the Fantasia Club were expected to do but as long as I still got to do those same things with her in her apartment, I learned to accept it. Fact is thinking of her fucking and sucking complete strangers was a weird turn-on. 

She continued to do private strip shows for me and one time she even gave me a blow job right in her dressing room at the rear of the club with three of the other strippers watching. She got angry when I asked if they'd like to join in and didn't talk to me for two days. 

Because of her late hours, sometimes I would fall asleep in her apartment while waiting for her. Often I would awaken with my cock in her mouth. Sometimes she wouldn't fuck me and asked if I would just hold her. I knew that on those occasions she had had a bad client at the club. 

She refused to even talk about taking any other type of job. Her plan she said was to keep working for two or three more years and then retire back to the Mid-West where she had a little boy of eleven. All she would say about him was that she had been raped by his father when she was nineteen and the boy's grandmother was raising him while she worked. She visited him in between gigs. 

The end of her contract at the Fantasia Club coincided with my having to go back to school. Our final good-bye fuck the night before I came back home will always remain one of my favorite memories of her but none will compare with that of our first time together. I still get a 'woody' just thinking about it.