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 Home Repairs: Part 3The painters get on the job like Clockwork.Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.June was staring at the framed picture hanging in our living room, a large print of a vast Sidney Nolan landscape, an Australian outback dreamscape."Do you know what bugs me about this?" she asked, aware that I was standing behind her."No?" I responded."I know there's an unpainted patch of wall behind that print where your handyman Fabio patched the hole you gouged out. I just can't enjoy looking at this picture knowing there's an unsightly mess behind it.""So what are you suggesting?" I asked knowing full well what she was suggesting."The whole house needs a repaint, it just looks tired," June rejoined as expected. "And those hidden eyesore just bug me, knowing that they're there."I got the message. So checking through the junk mail from our letterbox later in the day, I took extra notice of a promo card from Clockwork Painters promising reasonable prices, no mess and guaranteed schedules. Naturally the card had the iconic headshot of Alex from the movie, the one with eyelashes and his black bowler hat. Inspired, I got in touch. I negotiated a reasonable price with then to paint the interiors, discussed the colors that June and I wanted, and set a date for them to start.On the appointed day I was at my usual station, in the front room working on my laptop when their striking orange van pulled up. They carefully backed into our drive so the van's rear doors faced the house, not the street. Two people got out of the front and opened the back of the van which was full of the sort of things I guess you'd expect for painters. As well as stacks of paint cans, I could see ladders and other platform structures as well as what I guessed were groundsheets and such.The two painters wore blazing white overalls. As they got out of the van, they both donned black bowler hats. Uh huh, I wondered, what had I got myself into now? I noticed as they busied themselves at the back of the van that the tall thin one was female and the shorter, muscular one was male. Soon they were knocking on my front door.As I let them into the house, the painters politely introduced themselves. "I'm Julie," the tall blonde woman announced."And you can call me Gus," the stocky man announced. It was then that I noticed that as well as the spotless white pants and white shirts and suspenders and the bowler hats, they both sported the big black lashes on one eye. Horror show, indeed.I laughed. Gus looked at me. "What's so funny?" he asked as if completely unaware of the provenance of his appearance or its effect on me. Like I should be scared of them or something."I've never seen such pristine outfits on workers before," I dissembled. "It's like you only just got them out of the pack.""Oh," Gus countered, "we keep our uniforms extremely spick. We have our special way of keeping them," he paused and emphasized, "spick." Like it was something I should keep in mind.For some reason at that moment, I looked over to Julie who was blushing. Well, I thought, whatever way they kept spick suited me if they were careful not to get paint on themselves or on anything else.I walked them through the house pointing out what we had decided for each room. Julie checked on her tablet to confirm that what I was saying was what they had on the order. She nodded a lot without saying anything. So everything must have been as ordered. After the tour I confirmed that with her. "Oh yes," she smiled seeming a little more comfortable, "everything is as expected. Just dobby," she added with a hint of an eastern accent."Dobby," I repeated assuming I sounded stupid for mocking her."Nice," Gus grunted in a way that suggested he wanted to get the job started and wasn't too fussed with what I might say.I explained that I would set up my laptop and do my work in the back garden if they needed me for anything. I also told them that my wife June would be home some time although I could not be sure when.We all nodded about that, and then I set myself up on the outdoor furniture in the late spring heat, under a bit of shade from our large trees and went back to my work.Sometime later I took a break and went into my kitchen for a glass of water. The noise in the house suggested that the painters had started with the front room. They had their radio on and I could hear some banter between the two of them. I went in to tell them that I did not mind their choice of radio station, and I could pipe it through my house's system if they wanted. When I stepped into the room, the first thing I noticed was that Gus was shirtless. Julie did not seem to be fussed working with the topless man, so I did not point it out, no need to embarrass myself. I told them about the house system and Julie liked the idea, so I went down the hall to sort it out. And then back out into the backyard to get on with my work.After another short stint at my work, I had finished my water, so I took another break and returned to the kitchen to fill up again. I peeked into the front room. I was almost not surprised that Gus had his shirt back on. But Julie had hers off. She sported a form-fitting white sports bra which pressed her tits to her chest, suggesting nothing sexual to me, nor it appeared to Gus who was near her but busy preparing the wall along with the mostly topless woman in my front room. Although I did notice that Julie was thin in a healthy way. Her arms and shoulders were impressively muscled, no doubt due to her relatively physical work. Unsure whether they had seen me I retreated to the safety of my back garden and tried to concentrate on an issue that my boss wanted an answer on by the end of the day.I was drafting a response to my boss when Julie sauntered out into my garden, a medium size bottle of Coke in one hand. She was fully dressed again. "Time to break," she informed me. "Boss requires this. Health and safety, et cetera."She stood in silence for a moment or two taking the occasional swig from her bottle while I pondered how to deal with my boss. "So this is where your work is done," she smiled again trying for the small talk."I hope the work is getting done inside," I mock threatened like I wanted value for the money that I was paying them."Oh," Julie laughed, "that's not work, that's filly."I gestured at my laptop screen. "I wish this was filly," I sighed."Maybe you have the wrong job," Julie flatly observed with the confidence of someone who didn't pay a lot of bills. Sensing my alienating look, she backtracked towards the house. "Well, I must get back," she breezed, "can't upset Gus." And she was gone.Lunchtime was approaching. I was trying to get to a point in my work where I could stop and easily pick it back up after a meal when June sauntered into the backyard. My wife wore a long red dress that closely fitted her figure right down to her ankles; obviously the dress was made of a stretch material."What is that?" I asked her.June gave me the smile of hers that always put me on edge, a warning for something unexpected. "It's my Clockwork Orange dress," she smirked. "Do you like it?" She swiveled around so I could get the full experience of how it clung to her prominent tits, how it shadowed her crotch, stretching enticingly over her ass and accentuating the contours of her thighs and exaggerated her long thin legs. I guessed that she had nothing on underneath."Rather," I agreed verbally along with my transparent gaze of desire. But I was worried. "What are you up to?" I asked her."Well, I thought since you have invited the droogies into the house, I may as well play along with the theme and see what happens." She placed one hand on her hip, an invitation to her husband who was distracted by the need to impress his boss with an honest day's work. Definitely no bra or panty lines."It's almost lunchtime," I observed probably completely killing what was left of the moment between us. Recognizing that, she nodded in agreement."I've prepared something," she smiled. "Give me five minutes and then come in."She had organized the workers. The three of us sat at the kitchen table while June fussed over us with cutlery and plates. She then produced a large wooden board covered with foodstuffs."A ploughman's lunch," June announced. "It's all there for you to select and put on your plates. So if you don't like pickled onions or if you don't eat meat there's still plenty for you.""And who doesn't like pickled onions?" Gus enthused."Well I don't for a start," Julie sniffed. "Sorry Mrs. Miller but they give me wind.""Nice to know," Gus smirked while he shoveled meat and onions and eggs and bread onto his plate while taunting Julie and praising June for her generosity in feeding him. June took her place at the table to prepare her own meal."He has a cold pie in an sky in the van," Julie revealed. June raised an eyebrow. "He eats them cold," Julie continued. June seemed interested.I wasn't really paying attention to the chat as my eyes wandered. Julie noticed that I was staring at her tits, even though they were well concealed. She nudged Gus and gestured at me.June noticed the change in the mood around the table. "Is something the matter?" she asked Julie who gestured at me."He spied on us while we were working earlier," Julie replied. "I'd taken my top off;” She looked at Gus who gave her a warning glance. But since she had started, he shrugged. "Well, I took my top off and he was watching."June asked me to deny it which I couldn't of course.Gus stood up. "We need to do something about that," he ordered. He exited the kitchen, returning with a length of rope. "Julie," he ordered. She stood up and before I knew it she pinned my arms behind me. She was strong; I was not going to even try to escape her. Gus quickly bound my hands together and then used the rest of the rope to secure me to my chair.June nodded at my predicament and looked over quizzically at the others. "How is he going to eat lunch?" she asked them, appearing mildly concerned."Oh, that is easy," Julie smiled as she removed her shirt. "I'm going to feed him like this to remind him what he should not have looked at." June shrugged.Julie looked to my plate and then to the spread that was still on the board. "Mr Miller likes his cheese and his pickles," she noted as she spread a generous dollop of Bramston pickles on the slice of stilton on my place. And she then leant over me very closely to feed me, careful not to give me too much. The other two watched while they munched at their meals.Julie stood and rolled her shoulders back to accentuate the curve of her neat bust, covered only by that sports bra. "No touching," she warned me unnecessarily as she threatened my face by shimmering her tits close to my mouth. Then she smiled. "But of course you can't," she remembered with a flourish. "Now since I won't be eating the onions, that means we have more for you, Mr Miller." She reached onto the spread and selected a medium sized pickled onion. Once again she loomed very close to me then popped the whole onion into my mouth, filling it up. I worked my tongue around it, unable to get a good bite on the thing."Hello," an assertive voice called from our front door. Someone had let himself in. This man in his Clockwork uniform, in his clean white overalls looked into kitchen. With his bowler hat, his generous dark hair and stocky build, he looked perfectly cast, especially when he gave me an evil smile, straight from the McDowell repertoire."What is going on here, me little drogues?" he asked with a little darkness.June turned to me with a huge smile "See, Henry, they do say 'drogues'. Isn't that the cutest thing?" She looked at the recent arrival. "You even look like Malcolm McDowell in the movie. But again if you're a bit stocky and have black hair and the outfit, you're going to be a close fit, I guess," she noted.Julie smiled at him too. "Alex, you finally got here!" she gushed."And not a moment too soon," he retorted. Then he looked over at me. "What do I see going on here?" he asked no one in particular."This baddiwad man is a dirty voyeur," Gus told Alex with a shrug. "You know what we do with voyeurs."I looked with concern at Alex but he did not seem to know what they did with voyeurs, so he said nothing."We tie them up," Julie offered with some enthusiasm."And then you taunt them some more, since you're such a blatant exhibitionist?" Alex confirmed while staring at Julie's bare chest, bare except for the bra that she needed to adjust all of a sudden, letting a tit slip out for just a moment. Alex stared at her chest for a moment longer than he needed to then as if he remembered, he decided "let's get back to work now" to general grudging acceptance. Then he added "and don't forget to untie the customer."He looked more closely at me. I indulged him, struggled in my chair, gurgling incomprehensively at him, what with my mouth full. "And get that bloody onion out of his mouth," he ordered.Working in the afternoon sun was dehydrating. Either that or I just wanted to check in on the painting crew to discover what may happen next. I stepped quietly back into the kitchen since it sounded like all three were in the front room.I realized that Alex was addressing the other two. I crept as close to the front room as I could to try to overhear."You both realize what the penalty for that is," he boomed. There seemed to be some acknowledgement from the other two. And the sound of clothes being shed. I knew that I had to look, even at the chance of again being discovered. Well, after all it was my house. I figured that the best angle to see would be from the hallway that led from the front of the house to the bedrooms. "Back to work," Alex boomed which scared me for a moment before I realized that he was ordering his workers, not me. So I sidled out of the kitchen and down the hall to where I was sure I could watch and not be seen.So what could I see? The three of them were still preparing the walls and protecting the rest of the room. Julie was masking the skirting boards. Which would have been uneventful if she was not on her knees and completely naked except for her black boots. Somehow I lucked onto a clear view of her from behind with her knees spread on the floor to give her extra reach. I could see that she was completely shaven giving me a clear view of her bottom and her pussy. She was unselfconscious about any view that she was presenting to her workmates. Also to my surprise, her now freed tits were larger than I imagined. They were not as large or as firm as June's impressive rack, but they were prominent. Over the other side of the room, Gus scraped old loose paint off the wall. He too was naked, I could see his muscular back and tight ass. It seemed he was being punished by having to face the wall so not he could not view his attractive co-worker. Guessing that I had seen enough for the moment, I eased back into the kitchen collected my glass of water and headed back outside. On the way out the back door I was bailed up by June who read my look correctly."What are they up to?" she demanded. So I told her as her eyes lit up with possibilities given that they had already tied me up for espying Julie when she was only partly undressed. I could only imagine what my punishment could be for seeing the whole package. And for some reason I expected that June would inveigle herself into whatever plans they may have for me. Plus there was the challenge that she presented in her clinging red dress.With the afternoon well advanced, the sea breeze had arrived. I went back into the house since the backyard was growing cool. This time I made all the appropriate noise, opening and closing the back door loudly and stomping into the kitchen."Hello," I called out as I entered the kitchen. Their response suggested that they had moved to the hallway, the place where I had spied on them not long before. I strode into the hallway to find the three workers all diligently at their tasks, all their clothes on and no hint of what I had seen of them in the front room prior. "When are you thinking of finishing?" I asked Alex."Just about done for the day," he smiled."Did you get much done?" I asked.He nodded. "We're on track," he reported. And clapped his hands. The other two stopped. "Raz, time for R and R," he told them.Quicker than I could expect, Gus and Julie approached me, grabbed my arms and manhandled me into the lounge room. Weird, I noticed a kitchen chair set against one wall. Then I notice June lounging on the lounge opposite in her long red dress with a wry smile on her face. I knew where I was going. Gus and Julie tied me securely to the chair."What's this for?" I spluttered, knowing full well what it was for.Alex came up close to me, with a threatening smile. "Viddying our little Julie in all her nature's glory without her permission, getting an eyeful of her charms.""Of my charms," Julie mocked me posturing beguilingly at me to hint at what I had seen then and what I could not see now, with her fully clothed. "Did you enjoy being a skitey sneak?" she cooed. "Because you know there has to be a reckoning.""A reckoning," Gus echoed, making a not very threatening impersonation of Alex."A reckoning," Alex echoed somewhat more effectively since firstly he had the parlance and secondly, he was stroking my grinning wife's neck while he said it.So a reckoning it was.I sat helpless while Alex lifted June off the lounge with both his hands on her neck. Gus and Julie clapped in anticipation, then moved over and grabbed June by her arms, pinning them behind her back.Alex stepped back. "Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate," he crooned at her. June gestured to kick her way out of the grip of the two painters but her floor length dressed constrained just how far she could kick her legs, which was not far."When in this charming car this charming man," Alex crooned menacingly at me.I stared at him somewhat confused. "Shouldn't you be Singing In The Rain?" I asked.Alex laughed. "That is so nineteen seventy-three," he taunted me then danced back over to where June was struggling to escape the other painters. Alex produced a blade from one of his pockets. "Haven't got a stitch to wear," he intoned as he pulled the material of the red dress away from one of June's large tits and snipped the dress to expose her nipple and a lot of her tit when he let the dress go. As he kept on singing, Alex repeated the action with June's other tit.He stopped and turned to make sure I was watching. "You saw all of our Julie's charms, didn't you?" he declared. It was not a question worth answering. "Well," he concluded, "fair is only fair." And with that he pulled June's dress away from her crotch and with the blade he tore it more than enough for her sex to be well exposed. Julie reached down with her free hand, through the gape, reaching right in so that she could finger my wife. Maybe not surprisingly, June groaned and thrust her crotch forward to get Julie to rub her properly.Julie stopped, removing her hand and allowing Alex to swing my wife around to plonk her back on the couch. Helped by Gus, he spread June's legs wide to completely display her shaved cunt to all of us. Gus reached up to play with June's tits, squeezing them both through the widening holes in the top of her dress. He lewdly exposed them, caressing roughly then pulling on the nipples. He gestured for Julie to help him but she shook her head with a smile and stepped back, leaving my wife to the men.Alex drew his face, close to my wife's crotch. "La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man," he sang before he went right there with his tongue.Julie sidled over to me with a determined look on her face, no smile for the moment. "Better check on the husband," she offhandedly informed her workmates. She placed a hand on my crotch. "Guess what, boys?" she laughed. "He's enjoying this."Both Alex and Gus turned to us with overwrought disdain on their faces. "Continue what you were doing," Julie ordered them, "I think he likes viddying." She grabbed me hard by my hard cock and shook her head. "You naughty malchick," she scolded. I looked to her in hope but she let me go. "I want a good viddy of this," she decided. And with that, Julie planted her bottom down on my hard cock pressing down in an uncomfortable way, at least for me. She pressed her back up against my chest. Of course I was too tied to be able to adjust myself or get comfortable. Julie realizing that I couldn't see what was happening to my wife turned the chair side-on enough that we could both watch, with me still trapped by her bottom.June collapsed back on the lounge under the attention of Gus and Alex. Gus kept on his attention to my wife's tits, but Alex stopped eating her and stood up. Unbuttoning his pants, Alex revealed a semi-hard cock. He looked over towards the two of us in our strange arrangement. "It's time for you sophistos to learn about the old in-out," he advised as he turned back to my wife. No doubt knowing what would happen Gus left June and took a step back. From her prone position, June looked me in the eye for a moment with, I thought, a sense of helplessness as Alex placed his cock against her lips and then into her mouth. Soon he was thrusting and June was sucking.Julie leaned back against my chest to talk to me. "She seems a bit eager, doesn't she?" Julie asked."I don't know," I stammered. "What choice does she have?"But at that point, we could see Alex thrusting and could clearly hear June slurping up and down on Alex's cock. Julie gave me a look of triumph. "Gagging for it, I'd say," she told me with a smile. "Gagging," she repeated in a stage whisper.Alex looked down at Gus who was back toying with June's nipples. "Could you check if she's still damp?" he asked his colleague."Sure boss," the other man replied, and went down to slurp between legs that I realized June had kept wide open; even after Alex had stopped licking her.Julie rubbed her bottom against my erection. It was like she had worked out exactly how to keep me both hard and uncomfortable with little chance of relief. I tried to guess if she was getting off on watching the other three. I was unsure. She was riding me but was not giving me any hints that she was getting off on it."I think she's ready, boss," Gus reported.Alex disengaged from June's mouth and placed his hard and wet cock at my wife's entrance. Sensing his chance, Gus unbuttoned his pants and placed his cock at my wife's face. June did not hesitate. Gus was inside June's mouth before Alex penetrated her. She did not resist."She definitely looks willing," Julie averred, and I had to admit that she was right. June was now completely engaged with the two male painters, thrusting back at Alex and sucking hard on Gus.Julie watched them intently. "The problem is," Julie continued telling me as she raised herself up, giving me a moment of respite, "everyone is getting their rocks off," as she rubbed her ass against my crotch to remind me how frustrated I was, "except for me." She spread her legs to press down more intimately onto me. "Now," she wondered aloud, "what can we do about that?"While her two colleagues continued to penetrate June, Julie stood up in front of me, obscuring my view of them. With her back to me I could not see what Julie was doing with her hands near her crotch. Whatever it was she kept it going for some moments. Then she readjusted her stance, this time to ease her white pants below her hips and then all the way off. She kept her panties on although they were sheer, exposing just about all of her ass to me, not that she seemed concerned at that. Indeed, she turned around to face me and with a smile on her face, she ran a hand down the front of her blouse, playing her fingers over her panties and then into her panties. Now she was pleasuring herself. Then with a widened smile she ran that hand over my rock hard but still confined cock. She did that for a moment, stopped and then again. I tensed against my restraints, hoping for some release. Julie smiled and put her hand back down her pants."Please," I begged.Julie kept up her own pleasure for a moment. She increased the pace and started to thrust her hips at me. "You must be so uncomfortable like that," she relented, when she stopped after what looked to me like a small orgasm. "Here," she offered, "let me help."She knelt down and started to reach for my pants. At that moment, June emitted a loud grunt. We both looked over to see what it was about. Alex had pulled out of my wife's cunt at what must have been a critical moment for her. Erect and proud, he returned it to her mouth while Gus now teased his hard cock up and down my wife's slit, laughing at her attempts to get him into her."You do know we've swapped?" Alex asked June as he pushed his cock half way into her mouth, which made her attempt to answer somewhat difficult. That encouraged Gus to go to town in fucking her. I could see how eager he was. And June soon matched him with her own enthusiasm.But then Gus got his self-control back and pulled out of June. He reached for the hem of her dress, bit on a weak spot and then tore the dress from the hem right up to the gap that had exposed her sex. He grabbed the flaps of the material and pulled them wide to completely bare June from the waist, totally lewd with her tits both exposed through the holes Alex had make there. She thrust at Gus, clearly determined to have him continue to fuck her as soon as he would.Watching this Julie casually wanked me through the material of my pants. "Let's have some fun too," she decided and quickly unzipped my pants and tugged them down, leaving me only constrained by my underwear. To no one's surprise there was a considerable wet area on my underwear around the head of my cock."Now," wondered Julie, even hooking her little finger coquettishly in the side of her mouth, "what are we going to do with that?"But before Julie and I could agree on what would be appropriate to do next, there was more action around June. Alex fucked her mouth while Gus went back to town on her, getting up a fast rhythm down below. Alex suddenly stopped, still in her mouth and let out a loud laugh. He looked down at June's face."We're having a lot of fun here, devotchka, but what about you?" Alex finally pulled his cock out of June's mouth and held it in his hand a short distance away.June looked up to Alex with a pleasant smile. "That's very considerate of you to ask, Alex," she smirked, trying to give Alex as good with her attitude as he gave her. That attitude was back."But June," Alex continued, "have you previously had one hard cock in your cunt and one in your mouth at the same time?"June was up to that taunt. "Let me think," she grinned, "it's not that memorable." She appeared to think about it for a moment, with Gus poised steady inside her and Alex's cock waving in its hardness, still not far from her mouth. "I may have," June concluded, "once or twice. It's of no real consequence."Alex turned back to me. Julie rubbed her hand up and down my still covered erection. "Henry," Alex asked me, "what do you think of the predicament that your wife is in?" And to demonstrate what he was describing, Alex reinserted his cock into my wife's willing mouth.I noticed that her hips were shuddering as Gus restarted his own rhythm inside of her. "She seems to be enjoying it," I wryly commented."She is, indeed," Alex exclaimed as he started to thrust with his own excitement."It's so sexy, isn't it Henry," Julie oozed as she watched the three of them. She leaned up close. "Perhaps that could be me," she whispered in my ear, "two cocks in one lucky girl.' We watch the threesome, and June certainly did seem lucky, I guess. "Ooh," Julie grunted loudly for everyone's benefit. As she did that, she slid aside the front of her panties so she could finger herself without obstruction. "It's so hot," she exclaimed as she held her panties over to one side with the hand that she wasn't masturbating with. But then she looked compassionately at me. "It's time to set you free," she purred. "You've suffered enough, haven't you?"I nodded in hope. Julie stepped out of her panties. She smiled as my cock throbbed in anticipation. She carefully took the band of my underwear in her hands and gently eased it over my now painful erection and slip them down to my ankles."There you are!" she exclaimed, "Free at last."She was half right, I was indeed free even if I was still secured to the chair with my hands firmly tied behind my back. But the relief on my cock was amazing, almost painful in the release while I got accustomed to my improved situation. It didn't last for long. Before I had time to really enjoy my freedom, such as it was, or wonder when Gus and Alex had again swapped positions on June, Julie pressed her now completely bare bottom against my thighs. She swished around on me for a moment, tormenting my erection that if anything was getting harder. "Just look at those three," she gushed as Gus and Alex started to thrust harder into June as she thrust harder back at Alex as well as enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down on Gus.And then Julie shimmied just a little, but enough. And whether I wanted it or not, I was inside her, buried as deep as possible in this gorgeous, teasing young woman with her back and her bottom pressed up against me while we both watched the scene in front of us. Julie could move and pleasure herself and enjoy it to the utmost. And indeed she seemed to have at least one finger on her clit. While tied to the chair with my arms secured around my back, all I could hope for my own pleasure was that Julie would choose to fuck me in a way that got me off. But for the moment, impaled in her as I was, there was little chance that I was going to cum or even manage to get to the level of pleasure that came from being embedded in an attractive excited woman while watching my wife being impaled herself at both ends simultaneously.Julie leaned back to me, smiled and whispered "I'd like you to come inside me" with a genuine looking plea etched on her face.I looked pleading too but for other reasons. "That's not going to be easy," I warned her."Oh, okay," she said like it didn't matter that much after all. She went back to fucking me for her own pleasure while watching Gus and Alex who were getting more frantic with June. And I could see her getting more frantic with them. They were all going to explode soon.Which they did.Julie came loudly a moment after, as the other three were still coming down from their high, all still connected. Julie's spasms around my cock were what I needed too. I started to spurt, not a full-blown liberating orgasm but a good enough one that finished a couple of spurts after Julie's. She noticed those last few spurts and turned around to kiss me. "What a good malchik you are, doing what you were asked," she breathed over me.The other three disengaged and started to stretch and smile. June yawned."Thanks for staying awake," Gus observed.June feigned a look of boredom. "It was almost worth it," she flatly responded. "Horror show indeed."Julie got off me as if she was suddenly embarrassed to be fucking a husband while his wife was in the room. She edged away from me, revealing that I was still erect, no doubt still ready for more after my desperate half-orgasm.June came over to me, naked from the waist, tits exposed through the top of her ruined dressed and noticeably dripping from her cunt. She tried to hug me, but it wasn't that encompassing or romantic as I was still tied to the chair and in no position to respond. "Oh you poor man," she sympathized, "it must have been terrible having to fuck Julie and watch me when there was nothing you could do to control the situation."I smiled at her "It looked so tough for you getting it from Gus and Alex at both ends at the same time," I gently taunted. "How will we ever be the same again?"Alex had been watching us. "That's a touching display of affection, eh?" he commented. "Lovey-dovey," he added, back in character.Julie marched over to Alex and slapped him on the wrist. "Watch those two," she ordered him. "You could learn something." No one had made any effort to put any of their clothes on.I rocked on my chair, stomping it down to attract everyone's attention. "Now that you're done with us, I guess that's it for the day. We'll see you tomorrow," I suggested to them. I was after a bit of normalcy.Alex appeared to think about what I said. "I don't know. If we stay here tonight, we can get an early start in the morning." He looked around the room in his menacing manner. "Any objections?" He paused and eyeballed all of us again, daring us for a response to that. "I thought not," he noted and looked hard at June. "We need a nice big dinner after all our exertions," he told her.June gestured at me. "He's the cook," she reported. "You're going to have to untie him if you're going to get anything to eat. Otherwise it will be cold cuts again."Julie sidled back over, nudging herself between June and me. She fondled my still hard cock and smiled at me. "Well, I guess, he has earned a little freedom," she decided as she looked around at her colleagues. "But that means one thing;”Alex smiled at June as he approached her from the front with Julie already poised behind her. Alex made the announcement to June: In that case, we'll just have to tie you up."I looked at my wife's face but she wasn't giving anything away.Leaving the home repairs there for the moment. If you have any urgent home repairs you would like to see, please get in touch or comment and I'll try to get Henry and June onto them. Thanks for coming along on this journey.Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts; for Literotica.

 Home Repairs: Part 2A Housewife Gets Cucked.Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Job's done," April confirmed as she came down the ladder with me holding it firmly. She looked over at June while she stood quite close to me. "Well, maybe only partly done," she observed."I have an idea," June spat at her. "Why don't you just leave now?"April ran her hands down the front of my pants. "I could do that," she agreed as she groped my cock through my pants. "Henry," she chastised, "you're not hard."I looked at her. "Should I be?""Well," April smiled, "your wife's tied up in a sort of revealing way, and I'm feeling quite hot after all the exertion." And to prove that she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and flung it off. Her bra followed revealing her tits were as firmly impressive as I had hoped.I was shocked though, that April was half naked in our house, but not June. "You little slut," she sneered, "what are you going to do with Henry?""I think that's pretty obvious," April replied, as she undid her pants. But she didn't remove them. They had had slid down her hips enough to show the top of her panties and a lot of her ass that did curve nicely as I had hoped. She had stopped stripping to rummage in her bag. She pulled out a bright pink object that I immediately recognized as a lush. A vibrating incertable sex toy."What are you going to do with that," June asked her with more than a hint of concern in her voice."Do you know what it is?" April asked letting the bulb part swing in front of June's face.June did not answer so April continued. "I am going to insert this into you. I will turn it to just the right vibration to turn you on but not enough to make you cum. And of course you have no other way to get yourself off. Meanwhile I'll be fucking your husband." April looked at me. I shrugged like all that was all the most normal thing in the world. April grabbed June's panties and yanked them down to her ankles where they tangled with the shorts that were already there. April squatted to get a good angle to slide the Lush into my wife who stared over the top of April's head at the wall behind her biting her tongue having apparently decided not to show April any sense of pleasure or otherwise.April clearly realized that was June's game. "You are going to enjoy this," she promised June after she completed the insertion and gave her a quick peck on the lips. April toyed with my wife's tits, pulling her nipples and giving them a good feel then walked back over to the table and fiddled with her phone. "I know you are feeling a buzz," she advised. "It's set to low." And she smiled. "Make sure to moan if you are about to cum."Turning to me, April laughed as she undid her own pants and stepped out of them. As she lowered her panties I saw a pink handle pressing against her belly. April saw that I saw. "Yes, that's a lush too. It makes installing insulation much more exciting," she explained to me. "It's my special friend, gets me through the day and keeps me alert. Now you get your clothes off too. We've got to get you hard if you're going to be able to satisfy me."It did not take me long to strip.April looked me over and nodded approvingly. "Better than I expected," she reported. "I hope this means that you are going to be an okay fuck." I glared at her, not that she seemed to care about the slight at my abilities. "Now," she pondered, "how are we going to get you hard?" She looked to me and looked to June. "Stick it in her mouth for a while," April decided.June looked pleadingly to April but realized she would not get any sympathy from her. Rather April keenly looked to me to get the performance started. My wife gave me a threatening look as I moved towards her but she opened her mouth wide enough for me to easily fit my cock in there. She was silent, no grunts, moans or complaints as I placed my hands on the back of her head and forced her down on me, possibly a little further than I knew she liked. Then she lurched suddenly which forced me a bit deeper. April sniggered, so I looked over at her. She was playing with her phone. Presumably she had given June a jolt for the moment."Do you like that?" April grinned at me.I realized that I was still deeply embedded in June's mouth and I was now pretty hard. June convulsed again and I realized that this time it was me.April watched approvingly for a few moments while my cock hardened in my wife's mouth. "I think you're hard enough," she ordered. "Time for you to come over here to play with me."I removed myself from June and stepped fully erect towards the naked insulation installer. "Down there," she ordered, pointing to the floor at her feet. I lowered myself carefully, then reclining on one side looked to April. She obviously knew what she wanted since she stepped up over me and pushed me onto my back using her toes, then shuffled me around by poking her feet into my side until she was happy with where I was. Then without any ceremony or foreplay she squatted down on me, impaling herself. We were joined immediately, as far as I could go. She looked down at me, licking her lips. Instinctive to help out, I reached up for her tits and gently kneaded them. She smiled her appreciation as she got into her preferred fucking rhythm. Then I realized that April was smiling her satisfied smile over my head. I wondered for a moment what that was about until I heard a grunt of frustration from behind me. That was June, I realized, still unable to cum. April had placed herself so that she could watch me and June at the same time."Are you watching this?" April asked my wife somewhat unnecessarily. June grunted some sort of admission. "Enjoy the show then," April advised, "I'm getting fucked hard by your husband. And I think he likes it. He's kind of very hard." She gasped the last words and then she rose up off me and patted my erection gently with both hands to demonstrate I was so rigid that my cock wasn't moving anywhere, certainly not to the side. I was poking straight up. "I think he gets off on this," April concluded. She lowered herself hungrily back onto me and started to fuck me again. "Has he fucked any other women in front of you before?" she yelped, now she was back in her rhythm.Both June and I blurted out "yes" at the same time. That did it for April. She started a raucous laugh that she just couldn't stop. It spoiled the rhythm that she had going on me but then while she belly laughed I thrusted deep into her, taking advantage of her loss of control to have a bit of my own fun at my pace.Soon April got enough control to explain her mirth. She was also controlling our fucking again. "Who would have thought that you two were such perverts? You both look so straight." She looked from me to June with a big smile and rode me for some more. "Henry, to celebrate this scene of depravity, I'm going to give you a rare treat. I'm going to let you into my ass." She rose up off me and shifted her hips a little forward so that I was lined up with her ass. She eased down on me again with the same ease that she had already impaled me."Thank you," I smiled, a little unsure. Was that how I was supposed to respond?April enthusiastically fucked me with her ass for a while."Should we let her come?" April asked me, looking down into my eyes as she pumped away at me."I don't know. If we don't I'll only have to finish her off after you're gone." I was so hard I was wondering what would be left of me when I did eventually cum."You think you're getting rid of me that easily?" April had that domineering glint in her eyes again, the one I saw when she tied my wife to the chair."Well, you said that you have another job to go to," I reminded herApril bounced up and down on me with extra vigor. "But I don't leave a job until I am sure that it's completely finished," she gasped.June interrupted us. "Can you both stop acting like I'm not here?" she called out."Is she normally like this, Henry?" April smirked.I smirked back. "Trussed up with her tits out, a vibrator stuck up her, watching her husband getting fucked by a tradesperson? No, not a common situation for her," I confirmed."Still, she could show a little compassion for your predicament," April asserted. And to prove what she meant, April mushed her tits into my face."Are you trying to smother me?" I asked."No. Oh, maybe, yes." April pressed her tits right up into my face. Their shape and size meant that she wasn't cutting off my air by any stretch. But I decided to play up to her and pretended to gasp for breath."Now, you see what happens when you question Mistress April," she threatened."Yes, yes, mistress. I won't do it again." Whatever it was. I was still enjoying myself in her bottom.April kept riding me for a while. She put the lush back into her cunt since she had me in her ass."Are you close to cumming?" I asked April, intending to help her if she was close."Are you trying to get rid of me?" she repeated."No, it was an offer to help you.""Ah, I see." She looked convinced. "I'm close but not quite there.""I wish I could come," June complained with more than a hint of surrender. "When does this end?"April smiled up at her. "It ends with me cumming. And then you two can sort yourselves out after I'm gone." She tapped her phone again, presumably to up her own stimulation. I could feel her getting closer.That gave June an opportunity to reassert herself. "Oh, hurry up and finish then, will you?" June demanded.And that is what happened.April tidied up and left. She was gone, I was naked with one of my all-time erections and my wife still tied to a kitchen chair.Henry and June get a man in to fix things up.Tragedy is when your wife laughs at your penis. Comedy is when she laughs at someone else's.Weeks went by, after our vixen plumber lady fixed several pipes. But maintaining a house involves many things. There was a lot of stuff that still needed to be fixed around the house. June had complained about more leaking taps, a rattling ceiling fan, cracks in the pergola and a backsplash that had come away from a wall in the kitchen counters. Then she wanted some nails in the walls so she could hang her new prints. One hung in the living room and one in the bedroom. I told her I would look at the other chores. But I had a go, straight away; at nailing in the new hooks for June's artwork. Which was not a success. The hooks came loose, leaving a couple of large holes in the walls, and the prints yet to be hung.I was thinking about what I could do next, sitting at the kitchen table with the music up loud.June burst in on me. "What's that noise?" she demanded, "I can't stand it.""That's The Pixies classic Doolittle," I informed her."Yeah," June sneered, "Do little." She went to slam the door on her way out but it stuck before it closed so she had to pull it hard which made the hinges screech. June poked her head back around before she got the door fully closed. "And fix this," she snarked. And she was gone.I had a look at the internet for videos of how to do the chores and figured that I could at least fix the holes in the walls. I made another trip to Bunnings to buy the materials and tools I would need. I splayed the spackling into the holes I had made. I trusted the promise on the pack that it would set overnight, and I could put the hooks in the next morning. But the next morning I found that both plugs had fallen right out. Frustration, I had done everything by the instructions. It was hard as promised, but it just did not stick in the wall. Which after all was the aim.Needless to say, June was not impressed and coolly suggested that further attempts should be handled by a professional. So I found a company called Hire A Handyman, and they promised to send someone out on the Friday.The predictable white van pulled into our driveway about nine o'clock on Friday morning. I was working on my laptop in the front room, there to keep an eye out for the promised domestic assistance.A man got out of the van. And what a man. I first noticed his solid black work boots. Then his black leather bib overalls. He wore a white tank top underneath which revealed in the best way, a pair of solid biceps that just yelled 'I can pull tractors'. The strong features of his face and his piercing gaze, visible even from my vantage, were offset by a luscious mane of lanky brown hair with blond highlights that actually shone in the sun like he was some sort of man-god.When he knocked on my front door, the windows in the front room shook.I was somewhat concerned as I went to open the door for him. The handyman stood a little taller than me. I stared for a moment then noticed that he had reached out with his solid right hand to shake mine. He held a large bag with tools and materials in his left hand. In a deep, warm voice he said "Hello, I'm Fabio. I believe I am required here to help you." As indeed he was.After an excruciating moment I worked my hand free from his vicelike grip and invited him into my home.He followed me inside, silent after the initial greeting, so I tried to make small-talk with him. "I was starting to wonder if there were any male tradesmen left," I smiled over at my imposing visitor as I led him into the front room to show him the first of the holes that I had created in the walls trying to get the hooks in.Fabio nodded agreement. "We're in a minority since the women came into the industry," he agreed. "They have taken over and get the good jobs, probably because they are better at this work than we men are."I laughed at his solemn pronouncement. "Well, I'm useless," I admitted, "but you're a professional so I hope you know how to get the job done.""I hope so too," he answered without any shred of irony that I could detect.I looked up into his vivid blue eyes and smiled. He smiled back for a brief moment, realizing it was time for a joke. "Don't worry," he said without relaxing a muscle in his again bold face, "I can fix things.""That's good," I agreed."But I want you with me so you will know how to do the job next time it needs to be done.""But doesn't that put you out of a job?"Fabio rolled back his shoulders and his biceps flexed just a little. "I have more work than I can handle. I have succeeded if you don't have to call for me next time something falls out of your wall." We were right near the mess I had made, so it was obvious what he was talking about. Fabio put down his work bag and rummaged through it. He held up a caulking gun and a small trowel. "You need these items," he informed me. "Do you own them?" I shook my head. "I will leave them here for you afterwards so you can use them yourself next time. Now let me explain what needs to be done."Fabio led me through the process. He insisted I hold the caulking gun and talked me through how to apply the filler so that it bonded with the plaster and the wall. To my surprise, he told me to leave it to dry for at least a day or two before trying to fit the hook. Well, at least that explained that."There are other holes like this?" he asked."Sure are," I replied, "in the bedroom." And I led him there.As I opened the bedroom door, I realized that June was in our bed, apparently still asleep."What are you doing, June?" I exploded at her without thinking.She groaned and rolled over to avoid the light coming into our bedroom from behind me. "I told you," she mumbled, "I'm taking the day off.""No, you didn't," I started.Fabio marched up next to me and nudged me in the side. "This is not how you deal with this situation," he told me with that handyman assurance he had already shown me in the front room. "Let me demonstrate." And before I could say anything he moved past me and squatting, his face near where June was hiding hers."Darling," he cooed, "is there anything you want me to do?""You could leave me alone," she murmured, still mostly asleep.Fabio ignored that and ran his fingers gently through her hair, running them down the back of her neck."Umm," she moaned, "do that again."So he did.He ran his huge hand surprisingly lightly through her hair, down the nape of her neck, and finished by holding the hand she drooped out of the blankets. Fabio gently stroked it from the ends of her fingers up to her elbows to the appreciative moans of my wife. Fabio let June's hand fall back and free of her, he stood up and beckoned me over to replace him by her face. 'Do what I just did,' he mouthed at me while miming to me what I had just watched him do. I felt a little put out by that but I settled near my wife's face and whispered "Darling, is there anything you want me to do?"This time, she mumbled something appreciative to herself, no doubt hoping for a repeat of the nice stuff that Fabio had just done to her. He stood close behind me and nudged me to run my fingers through her hair which I did to June's appreciative gurgles. I did it again and found that this was clearly something that my wife enjoyed. Fabio nudged me again to rub the back of her hand. So I reached across and did as I saw him do. But this time June grunted sharply and yanked her hand away. I was worried that she would wake to find two men standing near her. But no worries, she was still sleeping. I turned and shrugged to Fabio, hoping that we could get back to the easier task of fixing the rest of the house up. But Fabio shook his head with the look of a patient teacher. Admittedly, when Fabio shook his head, his outstanding locks followed; like the rippling of a gentle lake, highlighted by his highlights. He took my hand in his and guided it down to where June had rested hers. I gave myself up to his strong grasp as Fabio gently placed my fingers back down on June's arm as he stroked them up and down for me. I would swear that the two of us were doing the same thing that June had just rejected from me. But this time June did not move her hand, but groaned in evident pleasure at what was being done to her.Fabio lifted his hand off mine and gestured it was time to leave her. So we retreated to deal with the next repair item on my list.We quickly oiled the hinges in the kitchen door and I swung it back and forth a few times, happy that it was now loose, easy to close and silent like it should be."Let's have a look at that skirting board," Fabio suggested.So there we were facing the wall, bums in the air as Fabio explained to me what had gone wrong for the wood to disengage from the wall."Quite a sight," came an unmistakable female voice from behind us. I turned around in time to witness June wrapped in a light silk robe step forward to caress both our bottoms."Please June, we are trying to work here," Fabio tried to explain as he unconsciously flicked his hair back so he could better see how he was going to fix the skirting board back."First name terms already, and we haven't even been properly introduced," June smirked as Fabio's hair gently fell back into place. "I've been dreaming about you, having your face close to mine, whispering sweet things to me." She smiled as Fabio turned to greet her causing her visage to change to awe. "Perhaps," she faltered, "who knows, the dream was real." She looked quite mischievous now. We were still on our knees but our heads raised up in response to June's attention. She held out a hand to our visitor. "And you would be?""Fabio. The handyman," he stated proudly turning around so he could politely shake my wife's hand in his, his burley arms now fully in her view. As his hair slowly swirled behind him.June pretended to maintain her composure. "Fabio. Of course you are," she sniffed. Her haughty air was somewhat spoiled by her gown falling open at the top to show most of her not inconsiderable tits as she rigorously shook our helper's hand. But if she noticed she didn't show it. And of course, Fabio acted the perfect gentleman. In fact he stood up letting go of June's hand to loosen her gown so she was completely visible to him, naked of course. And then carefully he wrapped her back in the silk garment meticulously tying her sash so that it looked like it would not accidentally come apart again soon."There," he observed, "you are respectable again." He looked from her to me and back to her. "Now, I was explaining to Henry how I would only use glue to fix the skirting back in place.""Why is that?" June seemed genuinely interested. Maybe it was those muscles or his imposing mane."I don't forcing hard things into a soft medium, spoiling the unblemished look," he replied innocently enough. Although a little alarm went off in the back of my mind. Was that innuendo?"I'll bet you don't," June chortled saucily letting Fabio look genuinely perplexed at what had caused her mirth."I prefer to use a nice sticky paste then hold the board firmly in place." Of course when Fabio said 'firmly' his biceps flexed although I could not tell if he had even noticed."Bit of a twitch you've got there." Because June had noticed. She caressed his closest bicep."Thank you," Fabio responded politely, "but now I have to hold my hard wood against the wall."I tried to not laugh. At one level this was going on like the crassest of Carry On movies but at another level Fabio was plausibly reciting the facts of his craft to June without any idea that there could be any other meaning at all. I also suspected from the shrug of her shoulders that June was trying to work her way back out of her gown to get some more approval from Fabio. But she was finding that he had trussed her up in it so well that it would take her some time to free herself from it.At least that's what I thought.Accepting surrender, June called out "I'll leave you boys to it then," and she proceeded out through the door; except the sash of her gown snagged on the doorframe. June swore and tried to unhook herself; which only seemed to make matters worse. Somehow, the sash came loose taking the gown with it. The gown had doubled up and bunched around where she was caught so that her legs were now pretty bare. June tried to tug herself away but the silk had a mind of its own, wanting to go in the opposite direction to June. She jerked it again and this time we heard a tear. Suddenly most of the gown was flapping from the doorframe with only a thin band left around June's waist. Her bottom was bare and enticing. She struggled out of what remained of the gown and stood in front of us, bare naked; with a large smear of hinge grease from above one hip going down her thigh."I hope that you're happy," June snapped at no one in particular. Although she did not seem to be in any hurry to cover up or escape our viewing. Well, she had nothing on hand to cover herself with. And the June I knew did not mind putting on a nude show. So there we were. June now with her hands on her hips thrusting her tits forward, legs slightly parted. Me on my knees still, near the wall. And Fabio standing between us sturdy like some sort of Rodin study of the best of masculinity.I just stared. It had happened so quickly. Funny how after all the years we had been married, all June needed to do was pose like that, with one knee bent able to mesmerize me with the curve of her hips and the soft flesh of her bottom. I felt like a horny teenager again.Fabio quickly regained his wits, if he had ever lost them. "Go and hug your wife," he told me. "I think she needs some consolation. That was such a nice silk gown."He of course was right at least about the hug. I stood up and went over to hold her. June rather than let me totally engulf her in a consoling hug, let me hold her in a way that I realized meant her large firm tits and her inviting thighs were still visible to Fabio. I knew June. She was not that distraught about the gown. And she was interested in our handyman.But Fabio seemed not to notice that, looked at us with a sense of purpose. "That will have to be fixed," he pronounced.Although I was not quite sure exactly what he wanted to fix. But there we were, June was naked, I was clothed but holding her with one arm just below one of her shapely tits and the other playing on the flesh of her bottom. Then I realized that Fabio was looking at her like she was a domestic situation that had to have a solution."We need to shower you," he decided, looking directly at June, at her face. "Quickly, to scrub that grease off you.""I can do that myself," June insisted. She spurned my vague protection to face our handyman with her hands on her hips.Fabio went back into his philosopher mode. Squatting on one knee, he placed his chin on an upturned fist in such a nonchalant manner that the pose could have been his invention. "We need to act quickly," he advised. "I caused the problem, so I must fix it."I could say nothing sensible to that. It was decided.June smiled, somewhat dangerously. "Well in that case my men, lead me to the bathroom. I expect to be pampered and properly cleansed."So we were in our bathroom with Fabio busy checking the fittings and the taps to ensure that all was in working order and did not need a handyman. "Sorry," he said when he realized, "once a handyman always trying to fix things." He turned on the shower and checked the temperature with the palm of a hand until he was satisfied that it was right. "Please," he asked my naked wife who was standing next to him unmolested ready to enter the shower. So she did.June pumped the liquid soap dispenser pressing a milky white stream of soap into her hand, but Fabio stopped her. "We will look after that," he reminded her. June slowly tipped the creamy liquid into Fabio's hand, a weird smile on her face as she ran her moist fingers over his. She stepped under the water."Now let me spread the lotion over this terrible blemish," Fabio suggested in the most innocent possible way. But the grease mark did come off. Fabio was not yet finished. He rubbed the soap towards her tits. June rolled her shoulders back just a little, showing them off more prominently. As I watched on somewhat helplessly, Fabio massaged the creamy liquid into June's soft tits, causing her to moan and to thrust them further forward at him. Fabio squirted some more of the cream onto his hands so that he could massage her entire upper body."Don't stop," June moaned. But that was the cue for Fabio to do exactly that. He took my hands in his soapy fingers sharing the liquid with me."You try now," he instructed me. "Do you shower your wife?"I looked quizzically at him. "No?" I wondered.He seemed unconcerned. "Just do it as I was doing," he instructed in the same tone he used when we fixed the skirting board. Well, what alternative did I have, especially with my demanding wife staring, wanting more of what Fabio had given her? And now he gave me the opportunity to pleasure her as he had.I started with the tips of her nipples knowing how sensitive they were, then worked my soapy hands under her tits to that other area where she was usually over-sensitive. June rocked her head back, closed her eyes and smiled."Well done," Fabio observed, "you can see how she is enjoying your touch."I had not expected this coaching from our visiting handyman, but what he was saying was demonstrably true. June had squeezed her eyes tightly closed as she bit down on the tip of her tongue still emitting little moans of pleasure as I continued my work under his confident tutelage.June's hands wandered to her pussy, clearly she was intent on the maximum pleasure that she could get out of the situation. I was surprised that Fabio was not helping out there. But apparently he had limits.In a moment I found that his limits including unbuttoning my pants to lower them and my underwear without getting them wet to free my impossibly hard erection.June opened her eyes after Fabio had finished undressing me. She gently ran her hands through her outer lips as she observed my cock threatening to take her to the next level now that I was only a centimeter or two away from her. I continued to massage her tits along with the tender flesh around them. She looked at me with undoubted lust as she continued to work her fingers through her labia. Then she looked to our eagle-eyed handyman who was standing almost next to me.She turned from me, just enough that my hard cock was no immediate threat to her. She looked over my shoulder at our intruder. "I want to see your cock," she told Fabio.He smiled professionally at her. "June, you don't want to see my cock. You want to see your husband's. Look how hard it is."While June made up her mind about this, I looked over to Fabio. What the Hell would we be doing next? At least his smile suggested that he was satisfied with what he had done."I really want to see both cocks," June pleaded. She stepped back into the shower to get a better view of both of us. This released her from my attention to her tits but she had at least two fingers, maybe three, deep in her folds, visibly compensating for her freedom from my caresses.I thought I should say something sensible. "I don't think he wants to show you his cock," I told my wife. But in a way that was as matter-of-fact as possible without, I hoped, any sense of jealousy or control. Considering, after all, what we had got up to with the plumber and the insulator. Possessiveness was hardly an issue between us.But June must have read at least part of my mind. "You got your cock into the plumber and the insulator," she reminded me. "Surely it's my turn now."I looked at Fabio who shrugged like this was not his responsibility. So I looked back to June. "He has to consent to this as well. We're not going to coerce him into doing anything that he doesn't want to.""Well," June decided, back to her imperious best. "Let's get his decision. Fabio, pants off now!" Of course this ignored the fact that he was actually wearing those leather overalls, so if he took them off he would be as good as naked. He smiled enigmatically but did not made a move.Smiling like she knew how to get what she wanted, June raised one leg against the side of the shower stall spreading herself for both of us to see. She ran a hand down her chest until she was spreading her lips to really put on a show. "I'm showing you mine," she hissed, "only fair for you to show me yours.""Maybe the fantasy is better than the reality," Fabio observed.June smiled lasciviously at the handyman and leant down to take my hard cock in her mouth. Holding it away from her face for a moment, she looked Fabio hard in the eyes. "This could be you," she threatened as she took me back in her mouth, deeply this time.He looked to me for help. "You must be getting turned on," I suggested with a shrug. My shrug turned into a thrust getting a grunt of approval from my wife.Fabio shrugged back at me, as June worked her mouth up and down my cock while keeping her gaze on Fabio like this was all being done for his pleasure only. He looked at me again with some sort of pleading in his eyes. Did he want my permission? I smiled at him vaguely, more interested in what was happening to my cock in my wife's throat.Fabio gave a weak shrug and undid the bib of his overalls."That's more like it," June enthused, letting me go to be ready for her new prey. She stood up, letting the shower water gently cascade down her eager body. I stepped back, my cock still hard from my wife's efforts. But we both had all eyes on our handyman. Fabio let his overalls drop to the floor. Once he'd loosed the shoulder straps it wasn't hard to get them right off. He stood in his white singlet and his Calvin Klein trunks. His hair wafted behind him like leaves in a breeze. June's smile clearly indicated that this was not enough. Fabio took her cue and slid his trunks down and that was it. He kept his gaze strong, his deep jaw jutting forward.June caught my eye for a moment, a shared sense of disbelief. He wasn't going to do much damage with that. June maintained her composure. "Bring yourself over here," she urged since she had insisted on this. Fabio strode over and June dutifully squatted back down and took him in her mouth while I eased further into the background. I watched Fabio enjoy my wife's work and soon he appeared to enjoy the blowjob a lot. It didn't take long.We were soon all dressed."Has Henry paid you?" June asked Fabio in a cheery enough way."We are all settled," he confirmed. "I've fixed everything." I nodded at that. But still disappointment wafted in the air, between us all. His mane of hair drooped a little on his shoulders.But the job was done. We walked Fabio to our front door, all three of us sort of together, June thanking him for his trouble as I nodded along. June and I stopped at the door while Fabio kept walking to his van, those biceps glistening in the sun. He turned and smiled and repeated his mantra "I fixed everything."He got into his van and backed out straight into a car that he didn't see.To be continued in part 3. Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts; for Literotica.

 Home Repairs: Part 1She’s a plumber who fixes more than the sink.Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It takes some getting used to, the ways of the world these days. The sink in our kitchen had flooded the floor and of course we had to deal with it and of course it was a Saturday morning. I took a look at the spaghetti of pipes and hoses under the sink and complained to my wife June who stood watching with her arms crossed while I went on about how something that was supposed to be as simple as water coming into the house and water going out of the house could be so complicated in these modern homes.June seemed unimpressed by my complaint and latched on to the main issue. "Can you fix it?" she asked with a hint of urgency. "I like things in our home to work.""I've just been explaining;” I started but she cut me off."Just get a plumber in then," she ordered and left the kitchen and the puddle on the floor, striding out as if this failing of the house was somehow my fault.I did the google thing and got as far down as Advanced Plumbing which seemed to be based nearby and who boasted that they did twenty-four hour callouts. Reasoning that they could only be as cheap or expensive as the rest of the alphabet I gave them a call and spoke to a receptionist who seemed to be caring enough and unfussed that it was Saturday morning. She warned me to expect the bill to be a minimum of a hundred dollars by the time the leak was found and repaired, depending on the cost of parts. But not much more than that, she told me, based on my description of the situation. "These things are usually solved pretty quickly," she assured me with what I assumed was blithe marketing confidence. But she promised that someone would be out within the hour. I hoped with that sort of service, the problem could be solved pretty quickly and we could get back to our weekend. So assuming that I had everything under control, I went back to the weekend paper. I merely had to wait and it would all be solved.Sure enough the sort of van you would expect your local plumber to drive pulled into my driveway about forty-five minutes later. It clearly advertised it was Advanced Plumbing which gave me some immediate relief, like the problem was already solved.I went to the window in time to see a tallish and shapely blonde woman get out of the van's driver's side. She appeared to be by herself. And indeed she was. She wore short shorts and the company issue hi-viz top which suggested to me even from my distance that she had a bust worth my attention.She knocked on the door and I immediately answered, greeting this woman from Advanced Plumbing with her bright, open face framed by a mane of blonde hair along with the rest of her readily apparent attributes down to her long tanned legs."You're Henry with the plumbing problem," she announced."You're a;” I started, hoping that she wasn't put off by how I stared, examining her.“plumber," she helpfully concluded for me. "Is there a problem? I thought we worked out everything on the phone? If I can have a look at your leak?"I remembered to let her into the house. "Ah, you were the receptionist?" I asked somewhat surprised."Well, I answer the phone." She smiled. "I'm May. And I am a certified plumber. I realize that it can be a bit difficult for you old people.""Old? I'm forty-four." This impertinence was not acceptable and could not be let go without some level of correction."Oh I am sorry," May smiled while clearly looking me over, "I thought you were older. Now if you let me, I'll have a look at your plumbing and see if I can get your waterworks operating right again." She gave me a salacious smile with that as I led her to the kitchen.There would be a reckoning for that too, I thought, but later. A reckoning after we got my immediate problem solved. I guessed that June was busy out in our back garden, so I would have to think ahead if I was going to get my revenge on May while keeping June in the dark about anything that went on.I sat at the kitchen table and started to scroll through my phone as May got down on her knees to look under the sink. I looked over at her at just the right moment. Her head was in the cabinet thing right under the sink as her shorts stretched enticingly over her bottom. Since she was there and I was here I could make a close inspection of what was before me. Suddenly May turned around to me."What are you doing?" she snapped.I smiled. "Keeping an eye on you. Health and safety and all of that." Which in a sense was true. You don't leave someone in that position by themselves. It's in all the safety manuals. I explained that to May and she shook her head and smiled in a way that seemed agreeable and enticing. I felt a stirring in my pants in response. May went back to looking for the problem, so I adjusted my cock which had started to grow, getting a little uncomfortable in my pants from all the watching. I also switched my phone to film her. It might be a while before I saw a bottom like that again so I decided that I needed a record. It really was quite an impressive bottom, round, not too large, with a nice arc curving into her bare legs. I got thinking about what May might do with it for pleasure. I realized that I was adjusting my cock again which was natural given the situation that presented itself to me.May stood up and smiled at me, returning my concentration to the damp problem in front of us. "I've found what the problem is," she announced and used what I assumed was genuine plumbing terminology to explain her diagnosis. I was slightly distracted by the way that her shirt had bunched up around her bust suggesting that her tits were somewhat larger and more enticing than I had first imagined.She clearly intended to impress me with her plumbing knowledge. When she finished I asked "can you fix it?" meaning I wanted to know if she could fix it right away.Fortunately, May nodded and told me that she had to go to the van to get the parts and everything would be sorted soon. She smiled oddly when she said that."Do you need a hand?" I asked her but she shook her head."You just watch," she told me as she strode purposefully out of the room again giving me a different but equally pleasant view of her backside. I wondered about getting the chance to see more of it.However, like something from an English bedroom farce, with May out of the house, June came back into the room while I sat and waited. "Is everything under control?" she asked in her now familiar distant way.I explained that May had gone to her van to get the parts, but June showed as much interest in what I was saying as I had shown to May's plumbing explanation. "Tell me when it's fixed," June ordered and disappeared back to whatever she had been doing.May of course returned almost straight after with some items which I assumed were plumbing related and were presumably what was needed to solve my problem. She got back into her position on the floor to do the repairs. I again was fiddling with my phone and again found myself filming May at work again. With of course her bum and her legs being my main focus. As she strained to remove some parts and attach others, I was sure that her shorts rode more tightly up into her crotch giving me a pretty good idea of what she would look like without them. So I focused in, just to be sure.May surprised me when she again turned around. "Fixed," she told me. Again with that knowing smile."That didn't take long," I complemented her. "I guess it helps to know what you're doing.""Indeed," she agreed. She stood up and tugged her shorts back down into their right place. "Now there's something else we have to fix. You were filming me from behind while I was working. I trust you got some nice footage of my bum."I held her eye contact. "Yes," I told her. "Health and safety reasons. So I would have evidence if anything went wrong." I got a bit stern with my tone. "That's quite a suggestion on your part." I wondered at what I could do to quell this rebellion and started to think through my possibilities.But May didn't seem concerned at my challenge. If anything that nagging smile got more malevolent. She held my stare. "Health and safety is all very well, But you see I have this video of you wanking over me." She let that float between us for a moment of contemplation.I shifted in my chair, which given my state may not have been the best thing to do. "Well, I wouldn't call it wanking," I told her.She scrolled through her phone and studied a video, apparently of me. "I would," she retorted and held her phone towards me. "Perhaps we could review all of my footage. And also one of us has a problem the other doesn't. One of us has a wife in the house and the other one doesn't. And," she added pointing, "one of us currently has an erection. So that kind of tips the balance. Especially as the wife one of us has is, as I said, here in the house somewhere and could appear at any moment.""How do you know she'll be upset at any of this?" I smiled trying to convey that of course June would not be worried by a covered erection and a video recording of a visitor's bottom.May did not seem fussed though. "Oh, I can tell the type." Well, she was right there. Bluff called. "And I'll take fifty dollars off my otherwise inflated bill to make you feel better about it.""So what are you suggesting?" I guessed I better ask.May walked over close to where I was sitting to stare down at me. The smile had become dark, threatening. "Well, let's get a good look at you, for a start.""Meaning?" I asked her."Get those pants down. Let's see what effect my bottom had on your manhood."I looked at May hard. I was being asked to expose myself by this extremely attractive and playful woman. Well, why not? I'd think of something to tell June if I needed to. I started to unbuckle my jeans when May told me to stop. "I'd rather you stood up when you did it." Okay that was easy. I stood up and May immediately sat down on the chair I had vacated. My jeans were down below my knees. And I thought my cock must seem quite impressive, hinting at its decent size while still covered by my cotton jocks."Now over my knee," May ordered."What?" I exploded."Bad boys should be spanked," she answered matter-of-factly. "Don't you think?"I stared at her. "You want to spank me?" I asked, incredulous."Well, it's your choice. And it's fifty dollars off your bill." She laughed at that.That got me angry. "What choice do I have?" I demanded."Well, I could add another fifty dollars to delete the footage of you wanking over me. You know, to make sure there was no trace of it on the internet. Henry.""Ha-ha," I replied weighing up my options, "spanking sounds cheap. How many?""Let me think. Ten for each ass cheek."I wondered about that. "Come on," May insisted, "I have another job I have to go to. Time to make up your mind.""Well," I agreed, "let's get this over quick." I smiled at May hoping I was appealing to her sense of fair play. The smile I got back made me wonder. But still, a hundred dollars. She patted her lap and I bent over. She rubbed me a few times then yanked down my underwear.""Hey," I complained."Well, I couldn't see your ass through all that cotton," she pointed out in her measured manner as she laid into two quick whacks, one on each side. "And isn't this the best way to do it?" She gave me another few whacks. I suddenly realized that she was rather strong. "See, that wasn't so bad," she commented. She rubbed me where she had hit me. "Nice and firm," she noticed while doing that. "Not much padding." I grunted. She gave me another two whacks in about the same place on each ass cheek."Ouch," I shouted. "Those two hurt.""Poor Henry," she consoled. Then she shifted a little. "What are we going to do about this little fellow? She adjusted her thighs so that my cock was between them. I hadn't realized that I had got seriously hard. May pressed on it from each side gripping me in that position then reached down and tickled the base of my cock."That's not going to help," I warned her. If anything I was getting harder.And at that point, June walked in. "Oh," she said, "I was just going to ask Henry if we had the water back running yet." She looked closer. "Is he making you do that to him?" she asked May in her usual cold manner."I know what it looks like, Mrs. Miller, but he's paying down the bill by letting me do this." May rubbed my bottom and then gave me two more slaps. I bit my lip so that I wouldn't give June any ideas.June came up close to us to get the full viewing experience while May gave me another two. "Well, it's unconventional but if it's saving us money, please continue." And she left the room.May chuckled. "You never know, do you? I thought you were in for it." And gave me another two hard slaps on my bare bottom.She rubbed me again as the pain seemed to me to have spread all over my bum. She let a finger run over my anus. "Oh, I didn't think men liked that," she sniggered as I spasmed in reaction. So she did it again. "I haven't been keeping count. How many is that?" she asked me."Two more," I assured her."What a pity," she enthused letting that finger toy with the entrance to my bum. "I think you're enjoying this.""Can we just get this over?" I pleaded."Oh, all right then," she pouted. And gave me two hard whacks followed straight away by her carefully caressing the areas that she could reach while still clamping her bare thighs around my cock. "I think that is done," she announced and loosened her thighs to let me go. She pushed me up so that I stood up in front of her. I rubbed my bottom regardless that my rather obvious erection was waving in front of this woman who I barely knew.Still sitting on my chair, May unbuttoned her shorts."What are you doing?" I demanded.She didn't answer. Instead May slid her shorts together with her knickers down past her thighs and below her knees, down to her ankles. I tried to get a view of her crotch but her thighs were still together. Until she spread them and ran a finger down her slit."I don't know," I stammered. "Is that part of the deal?""Well, if you don't want to continue this, don't come over here and lick me." May's look clearly told me that she was not joking. "And," she added, "I'm not going to let you have all the fun."I watched her run her finger between her labia. "Who said I was having fun?" I tried to argue, admittedly somewhat weakly as my erection was still displaying my true reaction. "Did I say I was enjoying this?"May reached over and gripped my erection which was now hard to the point of painful. And that smile looked like one of total control. "I don't think you actually have to say anything. And the time for licking is gone. Now get down on the floor on your back." She slid her shorts right off and stood up, so I could see that she was shaved. I lay down as she insisted and my bottom burned for a moment as it connected with our kitchen floor tiles although the water that had started the whole thing made it a little bearable."Good," she said as she planted herself directly on top of me. "There, I think you are enjoying it." I was deep inside her allowing her to get a rhythm going. She was gasping with the thrill of it all, and she soon had me grunting my enjoyment too.We kept at it with May giving me instructions and controlling our tempo. Mostly she was ordering me to go harder but not to cum. I tried to obey and was on the verge of cumming none-the-less. Still we continued. I hadn't noticed that June had returned. She had come right over to where we were before I realized that she was there. June raised an eyebrow at me once she had my attention. "I wasn't expecting to find this sort of thing going on in my kitchen," she sniffed. "What's your explanation for this?" she asked May."Well," May stammered as she pounded up and down on top of me, "He seemed to like the spanking and I wasn't going to let him have all the fun."June looked at me and I shrugged. May tightened around me suddenly forcing me to thrust hard into her as June looked on, feigning an academic interest. "Fair enough," June finally conceded, "I hope it's worth it."He's about to make me cum," May gasped in response.June smiled condescendingly. "Well, lucky you," she observed; and left the room.So we got our sink fixed but I had to admit that things did not work out quite as expected. It was again just the two of us in our now cleaned and functioning kitchen. June and I sat at the kitchen table while I wondered what I should say or whether I should just shut up. What does one say to your wife after she discovers you getting spanked and then fucked by the plumber who fixed your sink? What consequences are there?My wife looked at me sharply across the table. I kept eye contact with her, waiting. We stared at each other for a moment. "Well," she scoffed, "there are plenty of other things around the place that need fixing." She was not giving any of her thoughts away to me. But I was sure as she said it, that she had a slight smile on her face, just a little bit.How our insulation installer raised the heat in our house.The temperature inside our house had been worrying me. It was summer and the house was too hot. I climbed a ladder and peered through a manhole in the kitchen ceiling to check the roof cavity in our house one Saturday morning and told my wife June what I discovered."Did you know we don't have any insulation in the roof?" I called down to her with my head still in the roof while she was supposed to be watching me on the ladder.She must have lost interest in me because her response sounded like she was at least a room away. "Are you going to fix it?" she called back to me.Climbing down the ladder I located June in our living room and explained to her that I could go to Bunnings and buy some insulation and then fit it in the ceiling myself.She looked unimpressed. "I think you need to get professionals in so you don't accidentally get yourself killed putting it in wrong." She said that she had read about that happening in the papers from time to time.I tried to assure her that it was perfectly safe. But she tutted at me. "Well," she huffed, "I'd prefer not to have your dead body on my hands, having to work out what to do with it and how to clean up the mess and then have to work out then how to get the insulation placed in there, so perhaps you could organize someone trained to do it instead." And having won that discussion, she left me alone, heading off to do whatever it is that she does in the backyard when I am not around her.So it was up to me to organize the workers. I wondered that June had not mentioned anything to me about what happened with the plumber I had called in to fix the leak in the kitchen. Perhaps June preferred to bide her time about how she would ultimately deliver retribution for having walked in to find the plumber first spanking and then fucking me. I had decided not to be the first to raise it but was worried that June had been dangerously quiet on the matter. Mind, our sexual life had improved, so there was that. I was rather relieved that June had not brought spanking into our marriage yet.But now the insulation. I thought I'd be radical this time and chose a company from the end of the alphabet, Your Insulation Solutions, and gave them a call. I spoke to their efficient receptionist who seemed caring enough and suggested that they could have someone around on Monday to have a look."You're not going to be coming around yourself?" I teased."No," she responded flatly, "I'm just the receptionist. I don't have a white card. It will be one of our qualified, experienced installers."Well at least I hadn't made that mistake again.Monday, I worked from home so that I could deal with Your Insulation Solutions. June had gone in to her office. Our doorbell rang about ten o'clock. I noticed a nondescript white car parked in our driveway, and I opened the door to a casually dressed young guy holding a tablet with a serious professional air about him. I explained my problem as he followed me into the house while he flicked through the tablet pointing out my best options. He walked through the entire house to get an idea of the quantity that we would need. We agreed on the requirements and the price and he produced a quote which he emailed to me as we spoke. I was impressed at the amount of paper he didn't need to use."We can get it installed on Wednesday," he told me."I'll see you then," I replied with gratitude."Oh no," he smiled as he headed for my front door. "I just do the estimates. The installing team will be here on Wednesday to sort you out then." And he left.On Wednesday morning a white van appeared in my driveway while I was watering the front garden. A woman got out of the van and walked over to me with a smile on her face. She wore the mandatory hi-viz company top but I was relieved to see that she also wore full length matching hi-viz pants, not shorts. But nothing could hide her perky tits, large brown eyes and long dark hair. She walked up to me, close enough for me to smell whatever alluring scent she had on."I'm April. With the insulation," she announced in a confident, professional manner, hoping to make eye contact with me, I guess, and drag my gaze away from her impressive bust. She was telling me that usually two workers came out to do the job, but Terry or Andy or someone had called in sick or something. I wasn't really listening."I had a plumber who looked a bit like you in last week," I blurted. "She was a woman too," I added, feeling immediately stupid for saying it. I decided it was time to look into her big, brown eyes.She gave me a tired stare. "Well, we do make up fifty percent of the population," she reminded me with a tone that wondered why she had to keep reminding people of that.There should be a reckoning for that sort of lip, I thought to myself. Reminding myself too that I ought to be a little more cautious with her than with the plumber if she was going to get what she deserved. Maybe I should try to think a step or two ahead before inciting anything this time.She gave me a hopeful smile. "I should be able to get the job done by myself. It doesn't look very complicated." She realized that I was still staring at her. "If it's all right, I'll get on with what I'm here to do," she suggested."Uh, yeah sure," I stammered, "this way," pointing foolishly to what was obviously the front door. I went to turn off the water at the tap, so I had the pleasure of following April into my house as she lugged in her ladder. That involved watching her ass swaying, clearly defined by her well-fitting pants. I could easily imagine what she would look like without the pants on. Of course I expected that would stay a fantasy, but after the plumber, who knows? As I was thinking about her in the nude April turned around with a wide, inviting smile."You will keep me steady while I'm up the ladder, right?" she suggested. "If you're not busy?"I shrugged, trying on the nonchalance. "Health and safety and all that," I replied. "I wouldn't want you coming to any harm while you were working in my house. I'll just message my boss, that I'll be busy for a while." Funny that hadn't occurred to me before the watering.April looked at me, curiously."I'm here because I'm working from home today," I explained to her.She smiled and I kept up the shrugging thing. I did what I had to do to keep the boss off my back. As April climbed the ladder I took up my position near her feeling initially that I was not going to be distracted by this undeniably attractive woman who was mercifully dressed from neck to ankles in appropriate working clothes. Given that her head and upper body was now above the level of the ceiling, I only had her legs and backside to worry about. The ladder seemed pretty well anchored to the floor, so I was able to study April's legs, concealed as they were. She seemed lithe yet muscular under her clothes. I convinced myself that any dream of confirming this would be unlikely. Nonetheless, my eyes strayed up her thighs to notice the pleasing ways that her ass widened and how for some reason, her pants had tightened into her crotch giving me a good indication of where her panties fitted underneath and how her bottom curved into her crotch.Yes, my mind was drifting around with thoughts about how April and I could be better using our time when June burst noisily into the kitchen. I heard a clanging type of noise in the roof and got back to my duty, calling up to make sure April was okay. I checked, she was still balanced on the ladder."I've done the shopping," June announced loudly unaware yet of what she'd done. "Thought I'd come home for lunch." I grunted an acknowledgement at her while I concentrated on the descending April. Who stepped down on the floor rubbing the side of her head.June stared at her condescendingly. "Good to see he's not molesting you," she laughed.April treated that as a slur on both of us. "No, he's been a perfect gentleman," she replied.June was not bothering to read her at all. "That's not how he's been with the women he brings in here," she continued.April stepped towards June. "Are you insulting my professionalism?"I realized that with the three of us in it, the kitchen was not that large."I was just saying," stammered June who started to wake up to the fact her usual haughtiness wasn't cutting it with this woman who stepped closer to make it clear who was the more powerful. I watched on."Get on your knees," April ordered her."What?" June demanded."You heard me. Get on your knees.""What's going on," I interrupted. I decided to remind them both that I was there.April turned to me with a sharp look. "I'll deal with you in a moment." Then she looked back to June. "What are you still doing standing there like that?" she demanded. April was now quite threatening. She strode over and placed her hands on my wife's shoulders forcing her to the floor. With her arms still on my wife's shoulders, April turned to me. "You just watch. I suspect that you may find this interesting."I shrugged, having no idea what was going on.April turned back to her quarry. "When you've licked my boots, we'll decide what to do with you."June stared back at her tormentor who just pushed her down further. Defeated, June stuck out her tongue and made a show of licking the toe of each of April's boots lightly once.April nodded. "That will do for the time being," she decided. "But I want you to behave yourself until I've finished the job I came here to do." She looked at me. I looked at her. "The insulation," she reminded me."Oh yeah," I replied weakly."Yes," April agreed. She lifted June up by the shoulders and plunked her down on the other kitchen chair. Faster than I expected she grabbed a rope from her workbag and tied June to the chair. With her hands tied behind her and her legs free, there was no way that June would get up or away. She could drag herself around on the chair. But she seemed resigned to her restraint.April stood in front of my wife with her arms crossed, thinking. "Let's make this more interesting" April decided and tugged my wife's shorts down around her ankles. She then opened June's blouse and tipped her tits out of her bra giving each of them a necessary pinch to June's disgust. She stood back to admire her work. "I think that will do for the time being," she concluded. "At least until I've finished what I am here for."And she nodded at me to hold the ladder steady as she went back up.June slammed the chair into the floor to attract my attention. I turned to see what she wanted. For some reason April had not gagged her. "Aren't you going to do something?" she demanded.I turned my back to June. "I'm going to hold the ladder steady," I told my wife. And I demonstrated how.April climbed down to collect some more of the insulation and patted me on the shoulder. "You'll get a reward for that," she smiled at me.June blurted something. With her hands tied, her bared tits wobbling while she gesticulated and her shorts around her ankles, she didn't seem to have much influence on events. I looked her in the eyes and shrugged as April went back into the roof. She was soon finished and we were finally insulated.To be continued in part 2. Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts; for Literotica.

The Shagging Centaur Inn A mature tavern owner charms a wandering minstrel. Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Servicing a serviceman. Julia could still taste the cum in her mouth. Smiling, she kept wiping down the counter, moving the dirty rag in her hand in tight circles across the polished wood. It had been a bit reckless of her, to leave the bar unattended. But what could she do? It's not every day a strapping young soldier, fresh from the front, comes into your bar; and compliments your appearance. She simply had to thank him. After all; he s keeping the homeland free of marauders, and colonizers. And what could be better thanks for this gorgeous bloke, than a quick and messy blowjob, in the storeroom; while all his soldier friends wait at the table, none the wiser? The look on his face, when she'd taken his hand, and led him behind the bar; had been priceless! But not as priceless as his face, when she closed the storeroom door, and dropped to her knees. After the shock had worn off, he'd been quite a gentleman. Now gasping politely as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, never once cursing, or pulling her hair. Not that she minded when men did that, but it was nice to meet a guy with manners, every once in a while. Even if he had unloaded close to a gallon of semen into her mouth, when he finally came. Julia checked the bodice of her Bavarian Dirndl, making sure the copious jizz hadn t dibbled onto her impressive cleavage, or the straining cotton lacing that heaved her bulging tits, such that they perpetually threatened to pour out of the low d colletage. Bavarian women knew a thing or two about the power of tits to charm a virile man. Julia s beautiful body was the unspoken mascot of the Inn. Mention the Shagging Centaur to any traveler of the isle, and they would all harken back to the vision of Julia s wonderful cleavage. She ran her tongue around her mouth again. A bit bitter, but as come went, not too bad. At least he tasted better than some of the other men she'd blown behind the bar. She hoped he'd come back soon. Some nights her pussy ached for a reaming. Tonight her nipples were craving a man s massage. They pressed hard  outward, on the stout fibers of the white blouse Julia chuckled to herself. Gawd, she was bad. But she did it so well. And after all, didn't people always say that the best thing you can do in life, is to bring joy to everyone you meet? And if there was one thing Julia was good at, it was bringing joy to people. Sometimes several times a night. The truth was, Julia loved what she did. Watching someone cum, gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction, whether it was on her, in her, or just because of her. She'd never forget the time she finished a man off, just by whispering into his ear. She couldn't believe it when she heard him start to groan, and watched as his cock twitched, shooting out jet after jet of sticky white semen all over his muffling hands, and dripping down his legs. It made her feel so sexy to know men lusted after her. And while she had to admit, she was occasionally guilty of leading them on; she always made sure to give them at least a little satisfaction. Honestly, if she wasn't the proprietor and sole employee of the Shagging Centaur, she probably would have been sacked years ago, with the number of men she'd dragged upstairs after hours. One of the perks of being the landlady. Looking up as she wiped down the varnished wood countertop, Julia's eyes scanned across the bar, taking in the few patrons she had, sat around tables, drinking from tankards and talking amongst themselves. It was likely to be a quiet night. She sighed. Ah well, she'd already had her fun. No need to get cock-greedy. Reminiscing with the Dwarf. Of the people in the bar, Julia knew most of them already. In the enchanted Isle of Galbriath; Hollydour was a small town. And the Shagging Centaur was its only real tavern, which meant as the proprietor and barmaid, very few people slipped past her. Looking out across the bar, she saw a variety of familiar faces, humans, dwarves, and even the occasional half-ling as well. Off to the side, near the fire, two old men sat in comfortable silence, each nursing a glass of brandy. Towards the door, a group of young hussies, probably no more than eighteen; giggled amongst themselves, happily. All around her, the common folk of the town sat, enjoying the calm atmosphere, after a hard day s work in the fields. That was the other reason Julia loved working here. After her long life of excitement and adventure, it was nice to live and let live; in a place as peaceful as Hollydour. Sure, the occasional passionate liaison certainly spiced things up a bit, but for the most part, she was content to live at a slower pace. After all, there was more than one way to satisfy people, and most of the time a hot meal, cold drink, and warm fire were all they needed. Julia was happy to provide. Her Inn offered a sandwich or soup for a hungry stomach, A range of beverages for the soul; and she could let a room, to the traveler holding over til the morrow. Letting out a content sigh, she stepped back from the polished bar, admiring her work. The wood had certainly seen better days, but at least it wasn't sticky anymore. She chuckled to herself. Looking up, her smile widened, as she saw a familiar face walking through the door, heading towards the bar. "Afternoon Brungard" Making his way to the bar, the grizzled old dwarf smiled up at Julia with a lopsided grin. "Afternoon lovely!" Hopping up onto a bar stool, Brungard heaved his burly arms down onto the counter with a grunt. Julia turned to grab a tankard. "Same as always?" The dwarf chuckled. "Same as always." Julia flashed him a smile and reached up to one of the kegs behind the bar. Filling the tankard with care, she turned back and put it down in front of her old friend. "Good day?" The dwarf grunted. "Same old crap, but yeah, not too bad." "How's the apprentice?" Brungard shook his head. "He's keen, I'll give him that, but the lad wouldn't know a pair of tongs from a turnip if I didn't keep reminding him." Julia laughed, resting a hand on the bar as she lent on her arm. "That bad, huh?" "Ah, he'll get the hang of it. Just as long as he keeps his mind on his blacksmithing instead of every pretty little thing that walks by. I swear, flash that boy a nice pair of legs and he'll be dead in the head for hours." Shaking his head again, the dwarf took a swig from his tankard, as Julia chuckled. "Like you're one to talk, Mr. Stouthammer. I was with you back in Fellscar, remember? The way you went through those chaste elven girls, anyone would've thought you'd been celibate your entire life!" The pair shared another chuckle. "Fair point, fair point. But I wasn't in charge of a forge then. No, I was still in my 'glory days'" The dwarf took another swig. Julia sighed, thinking back to her days travelling the world. There'd been a few more of them, then; besides Brungard and herself. Salia, the dark-skinned mage from distant Surket Sha, Aeron Greenstrider, the stern elven ranger. And of course, Sir Michael Carthwaite. Julia smiled to herself. Of course, he hadn't been a knight when they'd traveled together. That was a title he'd been given much later. She wondered where he was now. Still serving the queen of Amara as her royal consort. Lucky bastard, she thought. She missed Michael. Perhaps she should write him a letter. "Weren't we all." She sighed out, speaking in mock-wistfulness "Oh, to be young again." The dwarf bellowed out a laugh that filled the tavern. "Young again? Hah! You never knew me when I was young, little missy! I was already well past a hundred by the time you were born!" Julia laughed along with her old friend. "Fair point, but we can't all live as long as you. Some of us are only human." "Huh, yeah. Don't I know it." The old dwarf went back to his cup. "Heard anything from the others?" "No, not in a while. Salia used to write, but we lost touch two or three years ago. It's a long way to send, after all, and what with the war in the hinterlands." Julia let her sentence trail off. The Gaelic tribes don t trust us and the Anglos only send exorcist missionaries to this isle. We only get news when a fugitive comes, needing sanctuary from the Scots. Salia had always been a close friend of hers, and as they'd grown older she'd hoped they'd stay in touch better. But, as the years went on, and their lives took them to different continents, things had become a little trickier. Still, she'd never forget all the wild nights they'd shared together, in their mercenary days; drinking till they blacked out. Of course, waking up with all sorts of strangers, not always in the same town they started in. Hell, once or twice they'd even woken up together, and only sometimes with someone else in between! Julia smiled. She missed her travelling companions. "What about you? Any news?" The dwarf shook his head. "No, not a word. But then again, when did I?" Brungard chuckled. "Gotta admit though, I do miss those days. Julia said with longing in her soul. Living on the road, nothing to tie me down, exploring forgotten places just for the hell of it." The old dwarf smirked. "Killing things for money, then pissing it away on drinks and hookers." Julia chuckled along with him. "Yeah, those really were the days. But still, we couldn't do it forever, could we?" "No. Gotta settle down sometime. But hell, nothing wrong with a bit of harmless reminiscing." The dwarf finished his drink, with a long, satisfied 'ah'. Popping a gold coin down on the bar, he got up from his stool and straightened his belt. "Well, I better be off. Gonna be a busy day tomorrow. Some duke's ordered gold-plated horseshoes for his stallion, and gods know I'm not letting the boy deal with it." Heading for the door, he called over his shoulder. "Thanks for the drink, Jules. And the chat." Julia smiled. "A pleasure as always. See you tomorrow." "See ya tomorrow" With that, the dwarf made his way back across the bar, and disappeared through the front door, leaving Julia alone with her thoughts again. She picked up his tankard, and emptied out the last few dregs of ale, before rinsing it in the steaming tub of water and wiping it over with her cloth and putting it back behind the bar. As she ducked down, to straighten the tankard stock, she heard the door open again. A minstrel s visit. As she came back up, Julia saw a face she didn't recognize. Making his way across the room was a young man, tall and slender, with a neatly pointed beard and dark hair slicked back over a handsome face. His tall riding boots clacked against the floorboards, and as he walked, he looked side to side, taking in the room as a faint self-assured smile played across his lips. Strapped to his back, Julia could see a lute. She grinned. He was a minstrel. Reaching the bar, the young man flashed her a charming smile and lent an arm casually on the polished wood. "Good afternoon madam." His voice dripped with charisma. Julia felt something inside her flutter. "A pint of; well, whatever you recommend." The minstrel smiled again. Julia threw her rag over her shoulder and lent in close. "Well, that depends on your pallet, good sir. What do you prefer; strong, or sweet?" The man laughed a warm and pleasant sound. "Why not both? But, if I had to pick, I'd say sweet. Although I'm sure whatever you suggest will satisfy me perfectly." Julia stood back up straight. "Well, I do aim to satisfy." Picking up a clean tankard, she turned her back to the minstrel, filling it with mead. She couldn't help but grin to herself. It had been a while since someone so charming had come into the Centaur, let alone a fellow musician, and she couldn't help but delight in his appearance. Turning back, she put the cup down in front of him and held out her hand. "There. That'll be five copper, my dear." The minstrel gave her a nod of appreciation, and from within his gilded green tunic, he withdrew a silver coin, which he flicked down into her hand. "Keep the change, as a symbol of my gratitude." Julia's mouth split into a wide smile. Looking at the coin in her palm, she passed her other hand over it, dispelling the magic cast on it. As she did, the bright silver color faded to a dull copper, and she held it up for the young man to see. "I'm terribly sorry, my good sir, but it seems you're a little short." Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the minstrel let out a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry about that. Here." His cheeks blushing red with embarrassment, the young man took out his coin purse and handed Julia another silver piece. "Real, this time, I promise." With a smile, Julia made a show of slipping the coin into her cleavage, and lent forwards across the bar again. "Thank you, kind sir. Although, I suggest you check the rest of your possessions for such 'enchantments'. We wouldn't want you giving illusionary money to someone else, now would we?" Again, the minstrel chuckled nervously. "Yes, quite!" Regaining some of his composure, the minstrel took a drink from his cup and smiled. "Divine, just like the woman who served it." "You flatter me, sir." Julia said with a warm smile; her eyes locked onto his. "I should hope so."  The minstrel winked. Julia couldn't help but feel charmed by the young man, who reached out a delicate hand towards her. "Emilio Darius, musician, storyteller, and wanderer down life's great highway; at your service." Amused, Julia thought; an Italian? Perhaps Romany? How exotic! She offered out her hand for him to take, and as he planted a gentle kiss on her knuckles, she replied "Julia Wildblossom. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Darius." Looking up, Emilio gave her a wink "I assure you, madam, the pleasure is all mine". Withdrawing her hand, Julia hummed in amusement as the minstrel stood up straight again, taking another drink from his mead. Turning back to the room, Emilio surveyed the other patrons. "May I ask, Madam, if you have any entertainment planned for the evening patrons?"  Julia shook her head. "Then, would it be alright if I played a few songs? I'll keep it brief, and I won't ask for anything in return, except potentially your applause. My hat will be upturned at my feet, if your patrons wish to pitch a coin of gratuity." Gesturing to the room, Emilio added: "I'm sure your patrons would appreciate a little light music, to go with their sating drinks." Chuckling in amusement, Julia nodded again. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. It's been quite a while since we've had any music in the place." Looking up to the ceiling in mock wistfulness, Julia sighed out "I do sometimes think about getting my old harpsichord down, every once in a while; but if I did that, who would watch the bar and attend serving?" Emilio cocked an eyebrow. "A fellow musician?" Julia chuckled. "Oh of course. Or at least, I used to be, back in my youth. In fact, I was quite the musical savant." The young man smirked. "Well, perhaps you could show me a thing or two; later this evening?" "Oh, I'd love to." Julia flashed him a flirtatious smile, and she placed her arms onto the counter and leaned her chest into her crossed arms. He stood there in a trance, staring at the luscious tits and especially the bit of dark areola that crept out of the white blouse. Satisfied, she winked him out of his trance, before turning back to her bar. The minstrel let out a chuckle and made his way towards the back corner of the room. As she watched him go, over her shoulder; Julia couldn't help but chuckle to herself. It'd been a while since she'd met someone quite so charming, and charm-able; and as she pulled a pin from her gathered hair, and let the chestnut locks flow down onto her soft bare shoulders. She glanced over at the tall grandfather clock in the corner. There were still a few more hours before closing. She hoped she could wait that long. As he passed the group of girls by the door, Julia heard them giggling, and turned around just in time to see him greet them a wink. Asking if they re celebration an occasion, one of the girls conveyed it s her 19th birthday. Oh, well that calls for a celebration in deed! he said before slipping the lute from his back. Taking his place in the corner, he addressed the room, introducing himself in a very similar way to the way he had to Julia. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my very great honor to perform for you tonight." The way he stressed 'ladies' while nodding to the lasses and then the barmaid; almost made Julia burst out with laughter. He really was a walking stereotype. Continuing on, Emilio gestured humble towards his heart. "I'm not asking for your money, don't worry, your appreciation is all the pay I need. Yet I will not deprive you of an opportunity to show gratitude in the expression of your free choice. As he tuned the strings, the lasses quietly conferred, the several of them dug in their purses. The custom in those lands was to present a gift, if you wished to have a dedicated tune, or a certain song performed. The tall redhead stepped forward, dropping a handful of coins in his hat; A birthday tune, if you will, kind minstrel? For Emmy s 19th Birthday. Emilio nodded. Soon his strings were tuned, and he announced; My first song is dedicated to Emmy. Today is  a very special day. Emmy s friends want us all to wish her a happy birthday. The charming minstrel took Emmy s hand and gracefully pulled her to her feet. His other hand slid her chair over to the corner, near his hat. He rotated the chair to face the patrons and gestured her to take her seat. He then played a well-known folk tune of birthday wishes, and gestured for everyone to join in the chorus. The tavern came to life with the loud refrain. Emmy blushed and the other lasses were greatly pleased with her embarrassment. The song ended and Emilio took her hand as the crowd applauded. Guiding her to her feet, Emilio bowed, then nodded to the lass to curtsy. The girl then quickly slid her chair back to the table and she hid her blushing face in her hands. Julia smirked; Sure, along with a few hours upstairs between your legs, Julia thought to herself, as she saw the girls giggling amongst themselves again. She didn't mean to be hard on the man, but he wasn't the first wandering musician she'd met. Hell, she'd been one herself, and she knew exactly what he was after. Drinks, sex, and a chance to show off. She'd been exactly the same when she'd been travelling the world. She couldn't count the number of times she and her friends had arrived in some small town, made their way to the local tavern with whatever gold they still had, and set about making a nuisance of themselves. It'd start off harmlessly enough, but before long there she'd be, harpsichord in hand, singing some bawdy song while eyeing up every guy in the crowd, looking for the right one to carry her off upstairs for a night of wild passion. She smirked to herself. Those were the days. As she watched the attractive young man begin to pluck out the first notes of his song, she couldn't help but stare, resting against the bar as he began to sing. His voice was sweet and fair, and carried a tone she recognized immediately. She cocked an eyebrow and listened intently as he got into the swing of the song. All around her, the tavern patrons stopped what they were doing, and turned towards Emilio, lowering their drinks and listening as he started to weave an epic tale, his beautiful voice carrying across the room with a clarity and passion few had heard before. Soon, everyone in the tavern was enthralled by his performance. Standing alone, lute in hand, the minstrel seemed to glow faintly, as his music enraptured the attention of even the most dyspeptic drinkers. To anyone watching, the young man might have seemed like a god, the most amazing musician they'd ever heard, but Julia knew better. Deep in the tremor of his voice, she recognized a power she hadn't heard in a long time. Emilio was casting a spell. A spell that would make his audience even more susceptible to his charms. Deep within the music he played, the minstrel had woven a subtle enchantment; so tiny, no-one would notice unless they knew what to listen for. But Julia knew. She knew because she'd used the same spell, countless times. Leaning further against the bar, she smiled in amusement as the minstrel plucked the strings of his instrument, his adoring audience none the wiser to the magic they were under. He was good, she had to admit, but not as good as her. Coming to the end of the song, the young man gave a short half-bow, as his audience burst out into applause. Drinking in the attention for a moment, he stood back up straight, moving his hands back to his instrument and beginning a new song. Julia, amused, turned her attention back to her bar. Well, might as well take the opportunity to tidy up a bit while all her patrons were distracted with Emilio's melodic voice. Grabbing her rag, she went back to cleaning, making sure to check over her shoulder every once in a while, to make sure everything was alright. Well, partly to make sure everything was alright. Sure, she wasn't under the effects of his spell, but that didn't mean Emilio wasn't an incredibly talented musician, and as she worked, his song in the background, Julia couldn't help but think about how nice it'd be to have someone here full time. Looking over at him, admiring his handsome face as he joyfully strummed his instrument, she wondered if he'd accept. Probably not. After all, it didn't really seem his style, as a, what did he call himself, a 'wanderer down life's great highway'? The barmaid chuckled to herself. Looking up again, for just a second she saw Emilio staring at her. He caught her eye, just for an instant, before turning back to his adoring crowd, a look of surprise on his face. Julia chuckled again. He probably didn't get many people resisting his enchantments. She went back to cleaning the bar and enjoyed the rest of his performance. The enchantment. As his last song came to an end, the minstrel thanked everyone for listening. "Remember, life is always better with a song!" Bowing low, one arm extended, Emilio slung his instrument back over his shoulder, and amid the raucous applause of the gathered townsfolk, took his felt hat and made his way to the bar. Julia smirked as she saw the table of village girls swooning in the background. She shook her head. They had no idea. Approaching the landlady, Emilio lent forward against the polished wood of the counter, breathing heavily but smiling wide. "Out of breath?" "Only a little" the minstrel replied. "It's been a while since I've had such a responsive crowd." He turned back towards the room, before looking up at Julia. "You don't often get musicians wandering in, do you?" Julia shook her head. "No, not as often as I'd like. Especially not ones with such, stage presence." Emilio laughed at her choice of words. "I see. Well, I am often complimented on my; presence." He flashed Julia a half smile. "I dare say, the girls on that table seemed particularly enthralled." "Oh, I'm sure they were. A handsome man like you? You're bound to cause a stir wherever you go. I ll probably need to wipe their chairs dry." Julia shifted her body weight forward, pushing her chest out a little more, as she lent on the bar. "Well, I'd hate to cause too much of a stir. Pretty girls can get a man thrown out of town." Julia smirked. "Oh, don't worry. I won't let anyone throw you out. I'm sure I could find somewhere around here to hide you." Emilio raised an eyebrow conspiratorially. "Hide me?" "Why yes. We've got plenty of quiet, secluded rooms, here at the Centaur. Places no-one would catch us. You'd be quite safe there." "Really? And where might these places be." The minstrel's mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, as he gently stroked his pointed beard. In response, Julie giggled teasingly. "Oh, I can't tell you that out here. Then they wouldn't be hidden, would they? "Well, perhaps you could show me, then?" The two grinned at each other across the bar, eyes sparkling as they flirted. Breaking the tension, Julia stood up again, stepping back from the bar. "Later, darling. I still have a tavern to run. And you have several patrons behind you, wishing a word or gratuity. You don t dare ignore them further." Turning away, she made sure to sway her hips seductively, as she made her way towards the stockroom. "I'm just going to grab some clean cups. Don't go anywhere now." With a wink, she disappeared through the doorway, leaving Emilio sat at the bar. As soon as the door closed, she started grinning like a lunatic. Oh, he was good, he was very good. She couldn't wait to see what other talents the young man had. She chuckled to herself. Gods above, she wasn't going to be able to keep this up much longer. If she didn't get him upstairs, and between her legs soon, she might explode. Grabbing the cups, she returned to the main room, stacking them under the counter with a smile. Popping back up, she saw Emilio, still sat smugly at the end of the bar, with a full tankard, and a heavier felt hat. "You were right, my dear, you really shouldn't leave the bar unattended." Julia gave him a look of mock annoyance. In response, he chuckled, and took a sip from his tankard, only to splutter in confusion. Wiping his mouth, he looked up to see a laughing Julia. "You're absolutely right, otherwise someone might decide to drink a cup of vinegar." A look of confusion crossed the minstrel's face as he looked down at his tankard, before a thin smile spread across his lips. Nodding his head slowly, he put the glass down. "I see, very clever. Tell me, do you often play tricks on your patrons?" Julia smirked. "Only the ones who steal from the bar." Reaching out, she ran her hand over his drink, dispelling the illusion she'd cast on it. "Besides, do you often cast enchantments on your audiences?" Now it was the young man's turn to smirk. "Only the ones I like." Taking the tankard, he was careful to sniff it this time before taking a drink. "I have to say, I was very impressed when I saw you looking away. You must be a very talented spell caster." "What can I say? I'm a woman of many talents." Julia gently ran her fingers across the back of Emilio's hand. "And what might those talents be?" Leaning in, the barmaid whispered into his ear. "Why don't you come upstairs and I'll show you?" Emilio's smile grew even wider, and as he finished his drink, he stood up, and made his way around the bar, offering her his hand. She took it gracefully. "Lead the way". Charmers and Seducers. Crashing through the door to Julia's bedroom, the two minstrels already had their arms wrapped around each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Barely remembering to close the door behind them, Julia giggled as Emilio pushed her up against the wall, his hands wrapped around her waist in a sensual embrace, tilting his head as he leant forward to kiss her. She kissed back, opening her mouth to let in his tongue. Pulling him close, the barmaid began to grind her hips sensually against the minstrel's crotch, while their tongues danced in an intense tongue kiss, each doing their best to show off their dexterity. Breaking away for a moment, Emilio pulled back to admire her, his eyes glancing across her face with obvious desire. Julia bit her lip seductively, meeting his gaze with a look of playful attraction. Without a word, the minstrel lunged forward again, and Julia shut her eyes as she felt his mouth connect with hers. She had to admit, she was extremely impressed. The way his tongue slide so smoothly across her own, she knew Emilio wasn't new to this. But then again, neither was she. Running her fingers across the back of his neck, she let out a soft mewl, before gently biting down on his bottom lip, pulling back just enough to make him gasp with arousal. She could clearly feel the bulge in his trousers, pressed tight against her own aching sex, and hoped it really was as big as it felt. Still kissing her intensely, she felt Emilio's hands starting to move up and down her sides, caressing her through her clothing. She shivered in anticipation as his hands found the waistband of her long skirt, and for a moment she thought he would slip his hands inside, but instead she felt him move up higher again. Soon, he had her face cupped in his hands, and as he pulled away from her, lips still locked to hers, she decided it was time to move things forward. Grabbing the front of his tunic, she deftly undid the ties, pulling it off him as he shrugged it past his shoulders. Moving his hands down her body once again, Julie felt him tug at the laced bow of her underbust. In a similarly dexterous display, he untied it and helped her slip the constraining bodice off. The two giggled playfully between kisses as they undressed each other, running their hands across each other's bodies as layer by layer their clothes fell away. Breaking the kiss, Julia tugged at the fabric of Emilio's shirt, practically tearing it off him as he revealed his lean, muscular chest. Running her hands across his abs, she looked up at him, a mischievous smile on her lips. He smirked down at her, a similar look in his eyes. "Do you like what you see?" Julia giggled and kissed his chest. "Not as much as I like what I feel." Sliding her hand down his torso. Emilio gasped in surprise as Julia gripped the bulge in his trousers with her hand. She grinned up at him, before letting go and slipping her own thin white blouse off, freeing her plump, pendulous tits for him to see. A look of hunger flashed across his face, and before she knew it his hands were back on her, kneading and caressing her erect nipples, his mouth on her neck, kissing and biting playfully up to her ear as she sighed and chuckled with pleasure. Soon, she felt his mouth moving lower, down her shoulder to her chest, taking her long thick nipple into his mouth. Julia gasped, resting her head back against the wall, as Emilio's tongue circled her tender tit. Ok, he was Really good. Curling her fingers through his hair, she continued to sigh and coo as the young man sucked and pulled on her nipple with his teeth, his other hand cupping her other tit, his thumb rolling and pinching her other nipple, intimately. Breaking away from her chest, Emilio smiled as he heard Julia groan in frustration. She'd been enjoying that, but as the minstrel pulled her close to him again, she knew this was only the beginning. A smug look on his face, her lover lent in close, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, were you enjoying that?" Julia chuckled. "Maybe; I have to admit, you do have quite a skilled mouth. And not just for singing." Emilio's face only looked smugger. "Well, what can I say. I've been told I have something of a silver tongue." Holding up his hand, the minstrel gently rolled his fingers, and as he did, the lamps in the room slowly dimmed. "Just to make things a little more atmospheric" Julia couldn't help but laugh. "Much better, thank you. Although, if I might make a suggestion; Mimicking Emilio's motions, Julia held up her own hand, and as she gently wove her fingers through the air, from nowhere the faint sound of a harpsichord began to play, filling the room with a soft, romantic song that made Emilio chuckle. "I've found everything is better with music." In a sudden burst of energy, Julia spun her lover around, until he was the one with his back to the wall. The two topless enchanting lovers exchanged places. Leaning in close to his ear, she whispered. "My turn" Sinking to her knees, she felt Emilio's hand slide across the back of her head as she hummed along to the music. Quickly, her hands found the drawstring of his trousers, and with a flourish she untied them, pulling down on the fabric to his knees, and freeing the minstrel's cock, which sprung forth eagerly. She grinned. It Was as big as it had felt! Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she began to stroke it; smiling as Emilio let out a low moan of pleasure. Encouraged by his groans, she leant in and planted a gentle kiss on the tip, before opening her mouth and taking his erection inside. Julia was no stranger to giving head, and as she felt Emilio's grip tighten, she smiled. Running her tongue around the head, she savored the feeling of him, in her mouth. She explored every inch she could, her hand still clasped around the base, keeping him still as she went down on him. Feeling the slight twinge of his hips, eager to feel the rest of his shaft inside her hot mouth, Julia made sure to take her time, teasing the minstrel for as long as she could; before starting to move. Looking up from his crotch, her eyes met Emilio's, looking down at her constricting lips around the head of his considerable phallus, her two hard nipples rubbing against his spread thighs; with a burning passion. He was still smiling, but she saw a desperation on his face, and felt a swell of pride course through her. She loved making them wait. Still looking up, she began to bob her head backwards and forwards, causing the man to groan out in arousal. With each movement, she took more of his cock, her tongue stroking his underside, until she had about two-thirds of his length in her mouth. Stroking the base with her hand, she rested the other on her thigh for support. She felt Emilio's hand stroking across the back of her head gently, and with each new movement she heard a new noise of pleasure come from her lover. Julia was in her element. On her knees, she knew exactly what to do to please the young man in front of her. Wrapping her tongue around him, she teased and tortured him, sucking his cock with skill and dexterity, until she felt his hips rocking even more impatiently. Moving her hands around, to the back of his thighs, she held on to him tightly as she forced her head forwards, taking him even faster and deeper than before. The minstrel groaned, and as Julia relaxed her throat to take him deeper, she knew he'd never had a woman as experienced as her before. Before much longer, she felt his fingers grip her hair, and gently pull her head backwards, clearly signaling her to stop. Pulling away from his cock, making sure to make a loud smacking noise, as her lips left his shaft, Julia hummed amusedly up at him. "Having fun up there?" The young man could barely respond, only chuckling in surprise and pleasure. Julia giggled. "I can keep going if you want? Or would you rather move on?" "Do you like the taste of my cock that much?" Julia shrugged. "Well, I can't say it's the best one I've sucked today, but it's certainly a close second." She shot him a mischievous look. The man looked down at her, open mouth curling up into a smile. "I think it's time we got you out of that skirt." In a sudden flurry, Julia let out a loud giggle as she felt her lover lean down, hook his arms under her shoulder, and throw her up onto the high bed mattress. Wriggling back to make herself comfortable, she watched as he rolled her over and grabbed the tie of her skirt, roughly pulling it all down and away from her, to reveal her glistening, aching pussy. She could already feel how wet she was, and as Emilio looked down at her, a mischievous eyebrow raised. She did her best to cross her legs, covering herself. "Is something funny, sir?" Kicking his boots and pants off, he assured her; "Oh, not at all. I'm just wondering what sort of respectable landlady goes around without any petticoat on under her skirt. Perhaps you knew I'd be coming?" Julia leant forward, propping herself up on her arms. "Or perhaps I'm just a naughty little slut who enjoys seducing selected men who come into my tavern?" "Are you now? How very scandalous. What would your patrons say if they knew that?" Julia nodded. "Oh you're right, I've been such a bad girl." With a smile, she opened her legs. "I deserve to be punished." "Oh, I have a much better idea than that." He smirked. Reaching out, Emilio grabbed both of Julia's legs, pulling her down the bed towards him as she let out another playful giggle. Looking down, she watched her lover sink to his knees, her legs resting over his shoulders as he moved between her legs. Julia let out a sudden gasp, followed by a low moan, as she felt Emilio's long tongue slide between her nether lips. Letting her head fall back, she moved her hands to her tits, pinching and caressing them as her lover went down on her, his skilled mouth kissing and licking her sex. She groaned and cooed as his tongue slipped across her labia, the tip flicking rapidly across her clitoris making her squeal, as he pleasured her the way she had for him. Writhing in ecstasy, Julia closed her eyes, letting her body relax as Emilio's skillful tongue worked its way across her aching pussy. Underneath her, she could feel the bedsheets getting damp with her juices, and as Emilio sped up his pace, his tongue flicking quickly across her burning clit, she couldn't help but moan out, loud and long. It felt incredible. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and as her lover continued to pleasure her, Julia found herself wishing he'd never leave. She'd had so many men over the years, along with few women as well, and not a single one of them had been able to pleasure her as eagerly and skillfully as the young minstrel between her legs. She grinned. Maybe she was in love. Opening her eyes again, Julia was just in time to see Emilio looking up at her, mouth still pressed to her pussy. With a groan, she felt his fingers trace their way across her inner thighs, forwards and back, as his tongue circled her soaking entrance. Gently, he pushed the tip in, and the barmaid mewled in arousal. Gently, she moved one of her hands from her tit to the back of his head, encouraging him as he pleasured her with his mouth. Slowly, she felt his fingers move closer to her pelvis, before sliding up to her hips. His grip was firm, and as his hands moved across her skin, Julia couldn't help but quiver with excitement. Deep inside her, she could feel something building, and as she groaned and gasped and ground her hips against her lover's face, she urged herself on towards climax. Resting her head back, she kept her eyes shut, feeling her whole body glowing with arousal, as Emilio's tongue pushed her towards her orgasm. Suddenly, the fingers she'd felt tracing across her skin slipped down across her labia, past the tongue dutifully licking across her clit, and hovering at her entrance. Sliding two of them inside, Emilio's mouth didn't stop, and as he began to finger her, still eating her out, Julia came hard. Feeling her body begin to spasm, Julia let out a loud, long squeal, her breath catching in her throat as her stomach muscles convulsed. Still between her legs, Emilio didn't slow down, his fingers and tongue pushing the barmaid into an even deeper climax. Gripping his hair tight, Julia ground her hips involuntarily, her whole body wrapped in the throes of a colossal climax. When she finally came down, she could hear laughter. Looking down, her cheeks burning red with arousal, she saw Emilio's grinning face staring up at her. "Could you let go of my hair please?" Falling back with a chuckle, Julia released her grip on the young man's thick hair, sighing contentedly as she felt him stand back up. Suddenly, she felt a pressure at her entrance, and let out a gasp as Emilio's cock slipped inside her, pushing between her slick lips with ease. Wasting no time, the young man began to thrust his hips, pushing his shaft deeper into her in slow, rhythmic movements. Julia moaned happily. Gods, this felt amazing. Looking up at him as he knelt on the end of the bed, his hands resting on her thighs as he thrust in and out of her, she gave him a playful grin and went back to kneading her own tits. Between her legs, Emilio looked down at the naked tavern maid with a mix of lust and amusement. Taking a firmer grip of her legs, he lifted them up, resting her ankles against his shoulders as he started pounding into her harder and faster than before. The sudden change of angle made Julia cry out in shock, but the sound soon faded to her usual excited giggling, mixed with the moans and coos of pleasure. Holding his hands on her waist, the young man held her in place as he made love to her, as passionately as he could; and as he thrust his cock in and out, his hips pulling up as he slipped inside, Julia couldn't help but think about how amazing it felt to meet someone as skilled as she was. Pulling her hips in to meet his thrusts, she gently ground herself from side to side, forcing her lover's penis to reach even further inside her, stimulating her walls and making her squeal out in arousal. It wasn't long before she felt herself on the edge again; and as she came, she felt Emilio push even deeper and harder than before. Throwing her head back, she squealed out another long scream of ecstasy, before her body began to spasm again. By the time the waves of pleasure had stopped cascading through her body, she looked up to see Emilio chuckling, his movements much slower and shallower now. "You know, I'm getting a little tired back here" With a chuckle of her own, Julia sat up and reached out and gently pulled on Emilio's neck. Falling down beside her, the minstrel smiled at her from the sheets, as she climbed up onto him. Taking his cock back in her hands, she gave him a smirk before opening her mouth, and bobbing her head down on him once more. It didn't take long for the minstrel to reach his limit, especially with Julia's skilled mouth working along his shaft. And with a sudden groan, he began to cum. Julia made sure not to let up, and as the first jet of salty-sweet semen blasted out, into her mouth, she redoubled her efforts. Before long, Emilio was gasping and groaning, pushing against her forehead, as she continued to suck long after his cock had stopped twitching. Lifting her head up and popping off him, Julia gave him a playful smile, before swallowing his load with an audible gulp. She grinned down at him, his softening cock still held, tilting over in her hand. "I take it back. Definitely, the best tasting cock I've had, today. The minstrel could only chuckle in response, still gasping, recovering from his orgasm. Shuffling back up the bed, Julia lay her head down on the pillows, patting the mattress next to her. Still red-faced, Emilio smiled and rolled over. Climbing up next to her, he pulled the covers up over the two of them, as Julia lay, her head on his chest, humming in contentment. Wrapping his arm around her, the minstrel chuckled. "Usually there's a charge, to rent a room for the night." Julia smirked. "Oh don't worry. I'm sure we can work something out." Under the sheets, she gave his cock a squeeze, and held it, rubbing her thumb over the head. Before long she felt it starting to get hard again. "If you thought I'd be satisfied after just one round; Julia let her sentence trail off with a seductive flourish of her eyebrows. In response, Emilio lent down, and kissed her passionately. "Oh, don't worry, my darling; I'd hate to leave you unsatisfied; Based on a post by LindseyLuv, for Literotica.

A Long Awaited Package A lonely woman enjoys her postman. Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Postman in Connected. Samantha awoke with a start, the beeping of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. Groggily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Five more minutes. Rolling over onto her back, she gazed up at the ceiling, trying to find the motivation to crawl out of bed and get ready for work. Her mind wandered to the day ahead, the meetings, the paperwork, the boredom of sitting in her cubicle waiting for five o'clock to roll around. Just like every day. She sighed. At least it paid the rent. At 48 years old, she s begun to think her chances of finding a mate were slipping away. Her body still has great curves, even if the portions are now more bountiful. Her face was always alluring, but she s not been smiling as much, lately. Soon enough, Samantha's alarm clock went off again, breaking her out of her sleepy haze. Rolling her legs off the side of her bed into her warm slippers, she stood up with a yawn, and headed downstairs to make herself breakfast. Sat at the small dining table of her flat's modest kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, she couldn't help but stare off into the distance. Checking the clock, she felt a sudden familiar rush of excitement. It was nearly eight. Tapping her foot, she waited eagerly for the one thing that invariably brightened her day. Rudy. Almost on cue, she heard the doorbell ring, and practically leapt to her feet. After adjusting her dressing gown to make sure she was decent, she quickly made her way to the front door. Through the glass she could see a familiar silhouette standing on her porch, a large bag slung over his broad shoulder. Her heart skipped a beat. Quickly adjusting her hair, she reached out her and opened the door. "Hi" Sam said with a warm continence. "Good morning. Parcel for you, Miss Foster. I assume it s for you? It says S Foster. Is there any other S foster at this address?" Sadly, I ve lived alone for several years. My late husband suffered health issues, and passed away 5 years ago. Ah, that s difficult to get past, isn t it, Miss Foster? You know; Jenny and I, she s my 17 year old daughter; We lost my dear Caroline, 16 years ago. Jenny still has emotional issues with me moving on; you know? Going on dates, and such. Oh, Rudy, you re raising a daughter by yourself? You re a brave and devoted parent. Is she still in high school? Graduating this spring! She might be valedictorian, if she keeps up her grades. Heading off to state university next fall on a nursing scholarship. But that s when I hope to move on to what s next for me. Samantha smiled. In front of her stood a tall, handsome man, wearing a postman's uniform. His hair was a dusty blonde color, shaved short at the sides, and his eyes shone the deep blue of the ocean at night. Beneath his clothes, his muscular build was evident, and as he spoke the warm smile on his lips and the light stubble decorating his sharp jawline made her heart flutter. Rudy handed her the letters, and the parcel. Reaching out, she took the parcel from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did, causing them both to laugh awkwardly. She looked up at him. "Oh, thank you, Rudy. Smiling, he tipped his hat and said; I better keep moving. Rain showers are expected every afternoon this week. Good day, Miss Foster. It s been really nice to visit. "Same time tomorrow?" "Same time tomorrow. 8AM sharp. As long as I have a package to deliver, of course." They both chuckled, and as he made his way back down the garden path, Samantha couldn't help but sigh, as she watched him go. Closing the door, she made her way back into the kitchen, putting the parcel down on the table, and returning to her breakfast. Quickly finishing her toast, she left the water boiling to make her way upstairs to the bathroom. Letting her dressing gown fall around her feet, Samantha stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. As the warm water began to cascade down her body, she let out a long, content sigh. Few things in life felt as good as a warm shower. Closing her eyes, she just stood there for a while, letting the water run down her naked body, across her shoulders, between her tits, down her thighs to her feet. Once again, she thought about the day ahead of her, and grimaced. God, she needed a break. She'd been working in the same office for almost five years now, with no promotion and barely a pay rise. It wasn't a bad job by any means, but after a while the monotony had begun to wear on her soul. What she needed was an escape, something new and exciting to revitalize her. Perhaps a holiday, she thought, reaching for the strawberry and coconut shower gel to her right. Somewhere exciting, and exotic, like India or South America. She smiled to herself. Perhaps she could just go spontaneously, book a week off work and head to the airport, jump on the first flight she could and see where the universe took her. She laughed. As she began to lather herself with soap, her thoughts wandered once again, back to the handsome postman who came to her door every day. She thought about his smile, and the way his eyes sparkled when she asked if she'd see him again tomorrow. Her hands moved across her stomach, and she couldn't help but think of the way his hands brushed against hers, the tenderness with which he handed her post to her. She felt her cheeks beginning to flush as her imagination took her further, to the tightness of his shirt, stretched across his muscular chest, and sharp cut of his jaw. Her hands began to drift further down, across her thighs as she began to picture him shirtless, his strong arms wrapped around her, his own hands on her body, caressing her, holding her tight against him as he kissed her neck from behind. She let out a soft gasp as her fingertips traced higher along her legs, getting closer and closer to her privates as her thoughts grew steamier by the second. Barely inches from herself, she imagined him pushing her down gently onto the bed, climbing on top of her from behind, his mouth on her ear... Suddenly, she snapped back to reality. She still had to be at work in half an hour. Finishing her shower, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack to dry herself as she quickly made her way to her bedroom to get dressed. Leaving the house, locking the door behind her, Samantha couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy at leaving her fantasy behind as well. Sitting in the morning traffic, her brain a mess of emotions, she tried not to think about it, and to focus on the day ahead instead. She'd always been a model employee, reliable and good at her work, but lately she'd been falling behind, and she couldn't afford to have another unproductive day. But later, sat alone in her cubicle, she found it increasingly hard to focus on her work. Every time she tried to work on a report, she's just end up staring at the screen, reading the same sentences, over and over, unable to think of anything but the man who came to her door every day. By the time her lunch break had rolled around, she'd barely done any work at all. Grabbing her coat, she made her way towards the staircase, heading out to the cafe down the road, where she usually got her sandwiches. Stepping through the door to her concrete office building and out onto the windy street, she turned her collar up to the cold. As she started to walk, she could feel the familiar melancholy feeling rising again. Here she was, on her way to the same sandwich shop she visited every day, to get the same thing for lunch, before heading back to the same building to do the same boring job. Every single day. She wanted to scream. She needed to escape, find something to break up the monotony of her life, even for just a moment. A string of failed relationships had seen her throw herself into her work, but now she couldn't stand the idea of doing this for the rest of her life. She needed something to spice things up, something wild and spontaneous, to bring the spring back to her step. An idea quickly flashed across her mind, but she dismissed it as fantasy. But then, suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Why did it just have to be a fantasy? Why couldn't she make it a reality? What was stopping her? She nodded to herself. She'd made up her mind. Nothing was going to change if she didn't force it to. She needed to break out, live her life the way she wanted to. And she knew exactly what she was going to do first. Hurrying to the cafe, she made her order, choosing the first thing she saw on the menu. She gave the girl behind the counter her money, and made her way back to the office, eating as she went. She began to plan exactly what she was going to do, how best to put her plan into motion. By the time she arrived back at her cubicle her mind was set. She sat down, turning her computer back on, and went back to trying to work, her mind a whirlwind of excitement. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, shaking slightly as her heart pounded in anticipation. It didn't take long to make up for the slow morning, and by the time the clock chimed five, Samantha was reasonably pleased with the work she'd accomplished. Grabbing her coat again, she made her way towards her boss's office. As she rapped her knuckles against the door, she heard a gruff voice from within. "Yes, come in." Opening the door, she saw the director of her company closing up his laptop and putting it away into his bag. "Ah, Samantha, how can I help?" "Hi, Mr. Bergstein, sorry to bother you. I just wanted to let you know I might be a bit late to work tomorrow." Her boss raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow? You've left it awfully late to tell me. What's going on?" Samantha felt her heart leap into her throat. "Something's come up at home, and I just need to take care of it tomorrow morning. I'll be in by ten, don't worry." Mr. Bergstein gave a slight chuckle. "Don't worry, I won't, as long as you're happy to stay late to make up for it?" Samantha grinned. That was easier than expected. "Of course, sir! See you tomorrow!" "Goodbye, Miss Foster." Closing the door to the office, Samantha felt giddy. Grabbing her coat and bag, she hurried outside to her car, throwing open the door and climbing inside. The ride home was a blur, she struggled to focus on the road as a mixture of emotions shot through her brain. By the time she got home she was positively ecstatic. That evening was one of the hardest of Samantha's life. She sat on the couch, trying to focus on the tv, trying to ignore the anticipation hovering in her gut. Soon enough, it was time for bed, and as she climbed under the sheets, her satin nightgown smooth against her skin, she hoped she'd fall asleep quickly. After tossing and turning for close to an hour, she finally managed to overcome the butterflies in her stomach that kept her from sleep. The next morning, when her alarm clocked beeped out its familiar chime, it took no time at all for Samantha to wake up. Practically leaping out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom. It was earlier than usual, she wanted to give herself a bit of extra time just to make sure everything was perfect. Shedding her nightie, she climbed eagerly into the warm water of the shower, closing her eyes as her body relaxed under the steady stream. She didn't let her mind wander today, her thoughts too focused on her plan. Grabbing the shower gel, she made sure to wash herself thoroughly, before returning the bottle to its shelf and reaching for her razor. By the time she'd finished, her legs were as smooth as silk, not too speak for her underarms or her privates. Turning off the water, she quickly dried herself with a towel from the rack, and headed back towards her bedroom. Sitting herself down, still wrapped in her towel, she began to fix her make-up. She wanted to look her best, after all. She tried to keep it modest, but sexy; mascara, eyeliner, and ruby red lipstick. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, before blowing a playful kiss to her reflection. Shedding the towel, she opened her closet. Time for the hardest choice. Rifling through her lingerie draw, she finally settled on an outfit; a black and red lace bra with matching panties, sheer black stockings, suspenders, and a black garter belt. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. She looked stunning. Quickly making the bed, she made her way towards the stairs, just in time for the doorbell to ring, sending a wave of excitement and anticipation throughout her entire body. Trying to keep her nerves under control, Samantha made her way towards the door. Through the glass she could see Rudy's silhouette, and her heart skipped a beat. This was it. Reaching out a quivering hand, she grasped the door handle, and opened it. "Good morning, Miss.. oh." Samantha stood there for a moment, catching her breath as Rudy looked her up and down. The way his eyes moved across her body told her everything she needed to know about his reaction. The bulge quickly forming in his trousers did the rest. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. "Should I come in?" His words gave her all the courage she needed. Breaking into a mischievous smile Samantha reached out and grabbed his collar with both hands, pulling him excitedly into the entrance hall, slamming the door shut behind him. Now pressed tightly together between the narrow walls of the hallway, she pulled his face down to hers, launching the two of them into a passionate kiss. As their lips touched, Samantha felt her heart beating as loud as drum, amazed and excited by Rudy's willingness. She let her mouth open, and he followed suit, allowing her tongue into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. Samantha was in heaven. She could barely believe this was really happening, that she had the man, the object of all her carnal desires, here in her arms. As they kissed, tongues dancing passionately, she felt Rudy's hands slip from his bag to her waist, holding her bare sides firmly, drawing her closer to him, until their bodies were pressed tight, and she could feel his own fast heartbeat pounding in time with her own. Closing her eyes tight, she let go of his collar, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, cupping one side of his face as she did. The rough texture of his stubble made her shiver, and in response she felt his hands beginning to roam. Slowly at first, just his thumbs rubbing in rhythmic circles, teasing her, before beginning to move his whole hands up and down her sides, his firm grip sending shivers throughout her body. As he began tracing a sensual pattern across her bare skin, she broke the kiss to let out a short breathy gasp of arousal. Taking his opportunity, Rudy lent forward, his mouth next to her ear, and began to speak softly to her as his hands continued to explore her body. "How long have you been planning this?" Samantha could barely respond. "Only since yesterday. But I've wanted you for so much longer." Rudy smiled. "I've wanted you too." Samantha opened her eyes, her face inches from the handsome man holding her in his arms, the man she'd secretly pined over for months, and couldn't stop herself kissing him once more. The two stood in the hallway, lips pressed tightly together, kissing passionately as Rudy's hands moved across Samantha's body, from her sides to her back, down to her ass. Soon, after what felt to her like a blissful eternity, Samantha grasped his collar once again, breaking the kiss to give him another mischievous smile. "Come on" she said, escaping from his embrace to drag him towards the stairs, up to her bedroom. They'd barely made it through the door before she had him on his back, sprawled out on her bed as she stood over him, body pink and flushed with arousal. Heart pounding, she took a step forward, gently dropping to her knees as she crawled towards him. Kneeling between his legs, she looked up at his face, also flushed, and began to slowly unzip his fly. She took her time, making sure to draw the act out for as long as possible, before gently tugging the heavy fabric down to his knees. Samantha looked back down, at the large bulge now facing her, covered only by the thin cotton of Rudy's boxers. With trembling fingers, she worked her way along the waistline, making sure to watch his face as she did, reveling in the excited frustration he showed at her teasing. Finally, she pulled down the fabric, allowing his erection to spring forth. Samantha gasped. Barely inches from her face stood Rudy's cock, hard and pulsing before her. It was larger than she'd expected, and as she stared she could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering harder than ever before. Slowly, trying hard to keep her nervous hands steady, Samantha curled her fingers around the shaft, being careful not to lose sight of Rudy's face. The postman let out a low groan as he finally felt her soft hands on his cock. Filled with a new confidence, Samantha began to stroke. Starting slow, she soon found a comfortable rhythm, and before long had Rudy groaning as she worked his shaft with her hands. She stared up at him, admiring her skills. It had been a while since she'd had someone to use them on. Leaning forward, eyes still locked on his, she planted a soft kiss at his base, causing the cock in her hand to jump. Letting out a satisfied giggle, she began to work her mouth along the side of his shaft, kissing as she went, until she reached the head of his cock. For a moment she hovered, staring in amusement at the purple head before her, before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Immediately Rudy let out a moan, followed by a breathy exhale as Samantha adjusted to the size of his cock. Gently, she ran her tongue around the head, sensually exploring every inch with glee. His cock tasted divine, and Samantha couldn't get enough. With care, she ran her tongue across the tip, savoring the salty sweet taste of precum while Rudy shivered beneath her. Closing her eyes, she decided it was time to go further. Keeping hold of the base with one hand, she began to bob her head, relaxing as she took the first few inches inside. It felt hot in her mouth, and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flushing with excitement. Slowly moving up and down, she tried to draw out each rise as much as she could, forcing him to wait for each new stroke, before deciding again, each time taking him almost half way into her mouth before coming back up again. Samantha felt amazing. Looking up at his face, eyes shut and mouth open in a mask of pleasure, she knew how much pleasure she was giving him with her mouth. She felt a surge of pride. Here she was, on her knees, going down on the man she'd lusted after for so long. And there he lay, moaning as she sucked him off. She'd never felt so sexy. Returning to the cock in her mouth, she began moving with renewed vigor, speeding up her strokes as she began to work the shaft with her hand as well. Moving in tandem with her fingers, she bobbed her mouth up and down vigorously, in turn making Rudy groan audibly with pleasure. Breaking away for a moment to catch her breath, she looked up at him again, eyes burning with lust as her hand worked tirelessly up and down his rigid cock. He looked down at her, a look of desperation hovering on his face, making her smile with barely concealed delight. Barely missing a beat, she dropped her head once more, taking his erection back into her mouth. With each stroke, Samantha could feel herself growing more and more aroused, a burning fire deep inside her desperate for relief. While still sucking Rudy's cock with wild abandon, she let her free hand move down between her legs, to the cotton and lace panties she wore. As her finger passed across the fabric, she could feel just how wet she'd become, her juices already soaking through the thin fabric. Oh well, she hardly wore them anyway. Sliding the fabric to the side, she let her fingertips dance across her folds, teasing herself even as she worked the cock in her mouth. Holding him tight around the base, she began to explore her vagina, almost dripping with arousal. She circled her entrance with the tip of her middle finger, before effortlessly sliding inside. She let out a gasp around Rudy's cock, but made sure not to slow down. Pushing further, she felt her finger slip deeper inside her wet folds, and soon she found herself fingering her damp pussy with almost as much vigor as she used to suck her lover's cock. Soon she couldn't stand it anymore. Withdrawing her mouth from around Rudy's penis, she crawled up off her knees and onto the bed, straddling his legs, just shy of his pelvis. Between them, his cock stood upright, resting gently against her groin, the thin fabric of her panties all that stood between it and her aching pussy. Reaching back behind her, she undid the clasp of her lace bra, slipping it off and flinging it away to the side, freeing her pendulous tits to the warm air. She looked down at him, mesmerized by the sight of her, and couldn't help but smile. Playfully, she rocked her hips forward a little, rubbing her clothed privates against his rock hard erection, making them both gasp with pleasure. Staring into the eyes of her lover, Samantha sat up straight, lifting her hips up off of his thighs. Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the side, and positioned herself over him. No turning back, she thought. The moment she had longed for, had dreamt of for so long, had finally com. Slowly, she lowered her hips, until the tip of his cock was resting at her entrance, then further still, slipping between her folds an into her aching vagina. The feeling of Rudy's cock penetrating her was unlike anything Samantha had ever felt. As her pussy expanded to accommodate his size, her whole body was filled with electric streaks of arousal. As she sank down, his cock reaching further and further inside of her, she couldn't help but moan out in pleasure. Finally she came to a rest, her hips resting gently on top of Rudy's thighs, his cock buried inside her to the hilt. For a moment, the two sat still, adjusting to the feeling, their bodies quivering with the intense pleasure. Rudy's hands, which until now had lane on the bed next to him, found their way up to Samantha's waist, and took a firm hold of her. He looked up at her, in awe of her sensual beauty, and she could feel her cheeks burning with lust. Leaning back, and resting her hands behind her on his thighs, she slowly began to lift herself up once again. Soon, she was riding him at a steady pace, each raise and lower of her hips bringing new waves of pleasure to the both of them. As Samantha raised her hips, she made sure to tilt her rear forwards, forcing Rudy almost all the way out of her, before taking him back inside, down to the base. As she rode him, he kept a firm hold of her, keeping her upright as well as providing an even more intimate connection. Sitting up straight again, she took her hands from his legs and moved them to her sides, putting them on top of the postman's as she ground her hips into his with each stroke of her pussy. Samantha's body was on her fire. Her nipples stood out painfully erect from chest, and her clitoris felt as though it could burst into flames any moment. Looking down, the passion she saw in the face of her lover only drove her wilder, to look down and see how much he was enjoying her, how aroused her body made him. He looked as though he were in heaven. Samantha certainly was. Falling forward, Samantha started to move her hips faster, riding Rudy's cock with as much speed and passion as she could muster, her hair falling around her like a willow tree. Staring down into her lover's eyes, she felt the urge to feel his mouth on her once again. Reaching out, she let her body fall completely onto his. Her lips moved until they found his, and the two began to kiss even more passionately than they had downstairs. Samantha felt Rudy's arms wrap around her, keeping her pressed tightly against him, and redoubled her efforts to keep her pussy working up and down his cock. Wrapped in each other's arms the two made love like animals in heat, their bodies moving perfectly in time as Rudy began to thrust up into her. Samantha could barely stand it anymore, her breathing shallow and fast, each breath coming out as a moan. Suddenly, Rudy flipped her onto her back, rolling on top of her and spreading her legs wide beneath him. In response Samantha wrapped her arms even tighter around the back of his neck, feeling her lower body quiver as he began to pound his cock into her soaking pussy. As he began to fuck her harder, Rudy's head moved down to her shoulder, kissing and biting her neck passionately as his cock pistoned in and out of her with reckless abandon. All she could do was moan and gasp in response, holding him tight as he made love to her like a wild animal. Samantha had never felt so turned on in her life. She could feel the sheets below them already damp with her juices, and as Rudy pounded into her, she felt a familiar sense beginning to build inside her abdomen. As she did, she felt her lover's thrusts begin to grow erratic, his pace fluctuating and his breathing growing more and more ragged. "Should I pull out?" His words sent an electric shiver throughout her body. In response, she clung to him tighter, making sure he stayed close. "No. I want it inside." That seemed to be all the encouragement Rudy needed. With a roar of carnal lust, he thrust himself forward hard, forcing his cock as deep inside Samantha as he could, before beginning to empty himself into her. Samantha gasped as she felt his rock hard cock begin to pulse, and couldn't help but grin in satisfaction as the warmth of his cum started to spread throughout her abdomen. When he'd finished, the postman fell forward on top of Samantha's chest, panting audibly, his softening cock still inside her. She kept her arms around him, catching her breath as the two lay in silence. Eventually, she leant forward to whisper into his ear. "That was amazing..." Rudy rolled his head over to face her, and flashed her a smile. "Who said we were finished?" Before she could respond, he'd climbed off of her, withdrawing his cock from her as he made his way down the bed between her legs. Roughly, he took her thighs, pulling her legs apart, making her yelp out in surprise. He lowered his mouth towards her aching sex, and Samantha couldn't help but let out a moan as his tongue flicked across her clit. The skill with which Rudy began to pleasure her with his mouth took Samantha completely by surprise, but as he began to work his tongue up and down her wet folds, she was hardly upset. Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, Samantha closed her eyes and focused on the exquisite sensation of Rudy giving her head. Subconsciously, she moved one of her hands to the back of his head, curling her fingers into his hair as she began to grind her hips in time with his skilled tongue. Her other hand went to her tit, teasing and playing with her erect nipple as she let him work his magic. Samantha could feel herself getting even wetter than before, Rudy's tongue alternating between long slow strokes across her labia, to quickly flicking across her clit, to probing the entrance to her sopping pussy driving her wild. Already she could feel the familiar tingling in her pelvis that signaled her approaching climax. Desperate for relief, she tried to let Rudy know how close she was, her breaths escaping in short gasps as she moaned and squealed in ecstasy. She could feel her cheeks burning, her whole body beginning to quiver and tremble as she got closer and closer. "Right there, I'm so close!" Without saying a word, Rudy redoubled his efforts, attacking Samantha's clit mercilessly with his tongue, until her back arched and she felt the dam of her pleasure break. Letting out a long, loud cry of ecstasy, Samantha began to come, her whole body exploding as though filled with fireworks of sheer lust. Her fingers tightened in his hair, keeping his mouth locked to her pussy as she quivered violently, coming harder than she ever had before. It felt like an eternity till she came down again, her body aching but satisfied. She lay on her back, looking down at her new lover, panting hard, with a look of contented joy plastered on her face. Rudy did nothing but smile, and gave her nether lips one last kiss for good measure, before standing up and zipping up his fly without a word. Back at the door downstairs, the two kissed each other goodbye, Samantha now wrapped up in her dressing gown again, hiding her state of undress. Their lips finally parting, Rudy looked down at her with a soft smile. Samantha's heart fluttered, and she grinned up at him. I usually get packages a couple times a week. Can I accept deliveries earlier?" "I start my rounds at 7AM, but few folks want to answer their door that early. Rudy explained. Oh, please come here early! It will be even more convenient to my schedule. I trust your day will go better, if I relieve you earlier. As long as you have a package to deliver, of course." Rudy chuckled. "I think I will." I love your package, Rudy. I admire you and if this is how we help each other, I want to do it well. Who knows where it will take us, but I ll enjoy the adventure. Then she kissed him and slapped his ass. Stay ahead of the rain! Picking up his bag, he turned and walked down the garden path, back to his van. Samantha watched him go, staying in the doorway until after he'd driven away. She closed the door, and walked back inside, a beaming smile covering her face. She made her way back upstairs to the bathroom to clean up, all the while thinking to herself; Mr. Bergstein won't have a problem with my lateness or my irritable, frustrated disposition.  Based on a post by LindseyLuv, for Literotica.

Adam & Eve's First Time Adam and Eve meet and mate in the Garden of Eden Based on a post by MrJack. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time. Readers: Biblical and historical accounts of Adam and Eve's early relationship are very sketchy. This imprecise information leaves much for the imagination to fill in. This tale is an interpretation of events. To paraphrase an old Simon & Garfunkel song; 'You'll hear words you never heard in the bible' Alone was I, walking aimlessly through the green pastures and meadows, when upon a forested glen I did come. Seeing no harm in it, I entered the shadowy realm for a little exploratory expedition. Soon I realized I must be careful of the myriad array of briars and brambles which could rip and tear uncovered skin. I began thinking about how lucky animals were to have fur or hair for skin protection. The only furry hair covering I had on my body was on the top of my head and between my legs. I made up a word for my unclothed predicament. I called it 'nudity'. Yep, I was as nude as the day the Creator made me! This is what I did for a living. I gave a name to 'things' which had no name before. Truth be told, one of the first things I named was the long, dangly appendage hanging down between my legs. The word 'cock' came to my mind and I decided to stay with it. I believe I came up with the name when I'd named the 'rooster'. Those horny cacklers wake up early in the morning and crow like hell! The cock between my legs was the same way. Early in the morning it did rise and the only way I'd discover to tame its demanding crowing was to pump it vigorously with my hand until it shot out a load of milky cream. A side benefit to this exercise was that it felt pretty damn good doing it! As I continued walking along, the trees, bushes, and briars thinned out and soon I found myself on the edge of a beautiful garden. I was awestruck by its magnificence and bounty. Right then and there, I decided to name the place 'Eden'. So amazed was I by the wonders of Eden, I didn't immediately hear the soothing, angelic singing coming from behind a tree. Finally, I heard the melodious tones. With my curiosity aroused, I crept forward to investigate. Talking about being aroused! Why, as soon as my eyes beheld the sight of the wondrous creature standing there, the cock between my legs became swollen and fully erect! Nude like me, the enchanting vision had shapes and curves which were stimulating my loins in a way I'd never known before. For some curious reason I had an irresistible urge to mate with the exotic being. Where in the world this fascinating life form had come from, I couldn't say. Since the being was standing up on legs like mine, I decided this must be a female version of me. I had been calling myself a 'man', so I would call this creature a 'woman'. Woe is me as a man because I've fallen head-over-heels in love with her seductively erotic body. Touching a tender place in my side where a rib had been removed, I recalled something the Almighty had said about making me a companion and playmate for life. Perhaps this feminine apparition was it. The woman bent over to pick some berries from a bush. Posed as she was, I realized her body was so picture-perfect a visual image of the word 'playmate' was stuck in my mind and in my eyes. Stepping out from behind the tree, I walked towards the woman. I had a hypnotic urge to touch her, but I kept my hands to myself. Speaking softly, I said, "Hi there, woman. How are you? Do you have a name? If not, I can give you one. It's my job, if you care to know." Startled, the woman turned, smiled, and answered, "Hi yourself, Mister. I'm fine. I've been wondering when you'd be coming along. Yes, I have a name. God told me to call myself 'Eve'. You must be the famous 'Adam' he's told me about?" "Yes ma'am, Adam is my name," I responded. "I'm very happy to meet you, Eve. God has only told me a few things about you. Hell, he didn't mention anything about how beautifully sexy you would be!" Eve looked at me disapprovingly and sternly admonished, "Adam, we're not supposed to use the word 'Hell' because we come from a place called 'Heaven'!" "Now woman!" I said firmly. "Don't you start pestering me about my language! Next thing I know, you'll be telling me I can't drink or smoke!" Looking at me with a frown on her face, Eve asked, "Do you really drink and smoke, Adam? God told me you were a 'good' man with no vices!" "Miss Eve, don't you fret," I said. "I was just kidding. I don't drink. I don't smoke and I don't chew and I don't go with girls that do!" Eve giggled at my feeble attempt at humor. Taking my hand, she led me over to a grassy nook near a quiet-running stream. We talked a little while and had a snack made from nuts, berries, and fruit. Unashamedly, I was giving Eve's body a good hard look. This woman had a head full of long, curly hair. She had a thin bush of curly hair between her legs. Below her bush, long, well-tapered legs ran all the way down to barefooted feet. Upon her chest sat two magnificent mammary orbs. The melon-shaped ornaments decorating Eve's chest had an alluring, inviting attraction for both my hands and my mouth. My hands wanted to play with them and my mouth wanted to suckle the feminine fruit. There at the tip of each perfect sphere was a protruding, pink nub. Without asking for Eve's permission or consent, I began playing with the feminine objects I so desired. She didn't seem to mind, so I played to my heart's content. My mind began to think up names I could give to these mesmerizing mounds. I had a couple of words in particular in mind. Eve beat me to the punch. Smiling contently, she said, "Adam, do you like my girls? I'm not exactly sure about what to call them, but I've come up with two names to choose from. I like the word 'breasts' and the word 'tits'. I can't decide between them. Which one of them do you like better, Adam?" "Damn, Eve!" I answered with mischievously teasing distress. "I'm having trouble choosing myself because I like your right one just as much as the left one! They're both beautiful girls!" Shaking her head with annoyance, Eve retorted impatiently, "Silly man, I didn't mean which 'girl' you liked the best! I want to know which name you preferred. Do you like 'tits' or do you like 'breasts'?" "What's in a name, Eve?" I replied. "A rose by any other name would look and feel as beautifully sweet! How about we keep both names? We'll use 'breasts' on formal occasions like when we are talking to God. I'll say something like, 'God, that's some mighty fine breasts you've given my woman Eve!' And, when we are alone, we'll use 'tits' as a more intimate endearment. I'll say something like, 'Hot damn Eve, your tits are beautiful!' What do you think about that?" Eve giggled merrily and then proved she too could play the game of mischievousness merriment. "Sounds fine to me," she said. "Mister, you can call them 'breasts' or 'tits' or 'jugs' or 'knockers' or 'boobs' or anything you want just as long as you love them and play with them! You do love them, don't you, Adam? If you do, then you'd better kiss them!" "Hell yes, I love them!" I answered adamantly. And, kiss those beautiful girls I did. First, one melon-shaped boob felt the oral assault of my tit-hungry roving mouth. The other tit became a victim of a similar attack. Nubile nipples popped to attention against my teeth as my tongue traced kissing circles round and round them. So violent was my mouth's breast battering, Eve was knocked to her back in the soft grass. A nipple was pulled out of my suckling mouth so violently it caused an audible 'pop'. Having tasted feminine fruit, I had no intention of stopping now. My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft flesh from head to toe. Her supple lips provided sweet nectar which inflamed the twin fires of passion and love. Eve's abdomen and its bellybutton indentation became playgrounds for my kissing touch. I flipped Eve over onto her belly and kissed her back, her legs, and the well-endowed fullness of her pretty derriere. 'Derriere'? Now where in the world did my mind get this name? This name is too fancy and formal for everyday use. So, I needed a short, intimate name which would convey the stimulating horniness I felt while playing with and kissing this sweet, soft feminine flesh. When I bent over again to kiss the fullness of this exotic beauty's behind, my erect cock was tickled by the grass beneath her. I liked the feeling of grass under my feet as a walked to and fro barefooted. Yeah, I liked grass and I liked ass. 'Ass'...? Why this word popped into my head, I couldn't say, but it sounded like a keeper to me. "Hey, Eve," I said. "Lady, you've got a really nice ass! I like it very much, but I believe the Old Man upstairs gave you a defective one. Why honey, your ass has a crack down the middle splitting it apart!" Eve giggled with melodious merriment. Flipping over onto her back, she looked at me just as if she were staring at a half-witted man. "Adam," she lectured. "God's ways are mysterious and we're not supposed to question them. Besides, I don't believe my 'ass' is defective because I have a cracked mound on the front side of me, too!" "You do?" I asked with skepticism. "Well, Miss Prissy, I believe I'd have to get a look at that place before I'd go to giving God the benefit of my doubts. I come from a 'show-me' land, so My lady, show me!" Playing along eagerly, Eve spread her legs wide and pointed to the hair-covered opening between her legs. During my visual and oral exploration of this wondrous woman's body, I had bypassed this bush-covered place. My thinking was if God had covered it then perhaps it was a female 'thing' with little a man would find appealing. Man-o-man was I mistaken! Right there, where Eve was pointing, was a glorious mound of erotically stimulating feminine flesh the likes of which I couldn't believe existed! Appealing...? Why, bless my soul, the mounded perfection of Eve's womanhood was the most wondrously fascinating sight I'd ever been privileged to see! "Believe me now?" Eve seductively teased. "See the cracked place? Mister 'doubter', you just watch this! I'm going to open my spilt place and let you see what I have hidden inside it." With mesmerized eyes, I saw the woman spread the swollen outer lips of her fabulous mound. Out popped a tantalizing treasure which made my cock swell to its bursting point. Below the dangling jewel, small, butterfly wings of inner flesh gave hint of a moisturized opening. "God Almighty, Eve!" I exclaimed. "What do you call this marvelous thing? Do you already have a name picked out? I hope so because I'm so stunned I couldn't come up with a name even if God threatened to fire me from my name-calling job." The woman beneath my eyes smiled and happily answered, "Why, yes Sir I just happened to have picked out names myself! One day I was playing with some baby pussycats. The cute little felines were cuddly, warm, and furry. I decided to name the warm, furry place between my legs a 'pussy'. 'Vagina' is a formal name I picked. The part that's sticking out in between my pussy lips, I call a 'clitoris' or 'clit' for short. Adam, dear, do you like my names?" "Lordy me, I surely do!" I boldly pronounced. "Damn Eve, I love your names and I love looking at your pretty pussy and clit! But, lady of mine, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do the same thing to your vaginal feminine delights I did with your tits. Babe, I just have to have my hands and lips on them." Pushing Eve's fingers aside, my own fingers dug into the mound of her feminine flesh. My hands attacked and roughly caressed my woman's pussy. Having tasted the fruit of her breasts, I had every intention of tasting every inch of this delectable female treasure Eve was giving me. My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft pussy. My mouth felt racing blood running through seductively swollen outer lips. My fingers pulled curly hairs aside so my lips could kiss the silky skin close to her thighs. Ravenous pussy-hunger seized control of my senses. Spreading the puffy lips, my mouth and lips assaulted the tempting clit. This warm, juicy protrusion of exotic femininity stiffened to erectness as I greedily licked and sucked it. My licking, exploring tongue found entrance in through the inner-pussy butterfly wings and found this woman's mysterious vaginal hole. The sticky wetness of feminine moisture assailed my probing tongue. Licking and lapping at the slippery stickiness, my stiffened oral cock continued its exploratory quest. Deeper and deeper into the bottomless depths did I plunge. "Ouch!" Eve exclaimed. "Adam that hurt! You're sticking your tongue in too deep and you're hurting my hymen. And, quit biting my clit so hard! How would you like it if I chewed on your manhood so hard I made it sore?" Sensing an opening for another avenue of sexual stimulation, I winked and answered, "Well Eve, I suppose I wouldn't mind if you sucked and chewed on my cock for a while. A little lady like you can't hurt my big, hard fella!" I was wrong, at least I was halfway wrong. Eve tackled me, shoved me to my back in the grass, and grabbed my elongated shaft. Without any planned forethought the woman popped the head of my cock into her mouth. Just like me, today was Eve's first time experiencing sex. She didn't know any more about what she was doing than I did. Yet, with a cock stuck inside it, her mouth knew what to do. Releasing saliva as a lubricant, this woman's mouth began to hungrily bob up and down on the rigid rod. While she was sucking on my throbbing erection, Eve's tongue was doing magical tricks all along my swollen manhood. Twisting and twirling the woman's serpentine tongue was teasing my tender flesh and driving me crazy. "Oh Babe," I gasped. "That feels incredibly good! But, I believe you were told you couldn't hurt my big fella, so you just go right on sucking and I'll lie here and enjoy your feeble attempts to try. Lady, you've got to learn to listen to your man when he tells you what's what!" I wish God had warned me about a woman's temper sometimes being short. Hell, I had no idea I was teasing Eve too much! I learned my mistake the hard way. "Adam, tell me how this feels!" Eve impishly said. Her teeth bit into the tender flesh of my swollen cock. She scraped her sharpened chewers all along the length of my shaft. She nipped at my skin and stubbornly chewed on my meaty erection. Adding insult to injury, Eve mockingly said, "Feels good, doesn't it, Adam? You just lie back and enjoy my feeble attempts. Are you still having a good time, my dear?" Grabbing the mischievous woman by her long, curly hair, I smacked her ass with a stinging whack and pulled her greedy, cock-biting teeth away from my loins. Pulling her atop me, I settled her on my chest with her tits pushing against my hot skin. "Shut up and kiss me, Eve!" I ordered. "If you keep on teasing me, I'll turn you over my knees and give your pretty little ass a good and proper spanking! Now, what would you think about that?" Despite her efforts to prevent it, Eve grinned. "Promises, promises," She irresistibly teased. "That's all a man can do. Why Adam, if you really wanted to spank my ass then you would stop talking about it and just do so!" Springing up into a sitting position, I twisted the wickedly wanton woman's body into a lying position across my lap. Her sticky, wet pussy was pressed so tightly against my hardened erection our pubic hairs became intertwined. My cock was enclosed within the confines of her warm thighs. Raising my hand, I slapped a seductive, lily-white ass cheek with a quick smack. Ass smack after ass smack followed until both cheeks glowed with a reddening tint. Eve whimpered, but she didn't cry out or protest my manhandling mauling. Emboldened, I spanked her again. This time, my stinging slaps must have caused too much discomfort. "God, Adam!" Eve wailed with tears streaming from her eyes. "Mister, if you start getting too rough, I'll kick your ass all over this beautiful garden!" "Sorry, Eve," I said with genuine remorse. "Honey, I was just so caught up in the excitement of ass spanking I couldn't control myself. How about you lie down and let me kiss it and make it 'all better'?" Eve turned over onto her belly in the grass and I rained a torrent of soothing kisses all over the reddish skin of her ass. My kissy-licky lips warmed to their task of providing nurturing comfort to inflamed flesh. My licking tongue traced tickling lines all around each beautiful cheek. When at last the reddened skin turned back to white, I stopped kissing my woman's ass. Picking her lithe body up off the grass, I sat her astride my lap with her legs going behind my back. Her tits were pressed against my chest and our naked loins were touching. Drippy moisture was leaking from Eve's pussy and running along the length of my stimulated cock. I had been wondering about all the wetness she had between her legs. Was she supposed to be so wet and was it natural? "Eve?" I asked inquisitively. "Are you certain God didn't give you a 'defective' female body? Your pussy has sprung a leak and is dripping all over us!" Putting her arms around my neck, Eve wet her lips and kissed me with an ardent passion which shook me to my toes. Looking deeply into my eyes, she whispered, "Adam, my dear sweet man, God told me there was a reason for the wetness dripping from my pussy, but he didn't explain it fully. He said I'd like the reason and you would, too. Oh, and yeah, he mentioned something about it being a lubricant for penile penetration." "Adam?" Eve quickly questioned. "What is 'penile penetration'? I've been wondering about it ever since God told me. You've been around longer than I have, Adam, so what is it?" Shrugging my shoulders with bewilderment, I answered, "Beats me, Eve. I've never heard of it before. God never mentioned it to me. The last time I talked to the Old Man upstairs he said, 'Adam, when you find Eve, be fruitful and multiply.' There wasn't a word said about penile penetration." "Oh my goodness me!" Eve cried out. "Why Adam, God said the same thing to me! He said, 'When Adam comes along, be fruitful and multiply'. What does that mean? Do you know how to multiply, Adam?" Shaking my head as an indication of a negative answer, I pulled Eve closer to me and began to ponder the predicaments of beginning a new species of earthly life forms. This is not going to be as easy as I expected. As I pondered, Eve reached down and moved my cock into a more comfortable position between her legs. She was sitting with my elongated rod stuck beneath her with the shaft cocooned in the crack of her ass. My swollen cockhead was touching the entrance to the hole I'd seen between her ass cracks. Thinking of that hole sparked my imagination. "Lord a mercy, Eve!" I declared. "I've got an idea about how to 'multiply'! Have you ever noticed how the male animals in the fields and woods are always jumping up on the back of their mates? The male sticks his cock into the female's ass and they mate. Next time you see them, they might have one or two little ones of their own kind tagging along. Eve, I think they are 'multiplying'!" "That makes sense, Adam," Eve agreed. "God told us to, so why don't we try it? I'll get up on my knees and bend over and you can get behind me. Try sticking your cock into my ass and try to multiply me." While Eve was moving into a mating position, I began scratching my head and thinking. As I moved to kneel behind the woman, I said, "Eve, I'd love to multiply you, but I've been thinking. 'Multiply' is a complicated word which is too long and cumbersome. Why don't we come up with a short, more-easily pronounceable name? Eve, how does the word 'fuck' sound to you? I could say, 'Woman, I'd like to 'fuck' you!' What do you think?" "Oh Adam, that's a perfect word!" Eve heartedly agreed. "You are good at your naming job. Now Mister, stop talking, stick your cock into my ass, and 'fuck' me!" Needing no encouragement, I hurriedly moved to accomplish this task. I quickly learned that 'to fuck' was more easily said than done. Something just wasn't going right. Spreading the beautiful ass cheeks wide, I aimed my manhood directly at the inviting asshole and pushed against it firmly. Eve grimaced and squealed in pain. I did, too. The tender head of my cock was burning. "Eve," I said. "This hurts like Hell! Your asshole is too dry and so is my cock. I can't fuck you in the ass unless we have some kind of lubrication." Eve's head swiveled around and she looked me directly in the eye. "Lubrication?" she asked. "Did you say you needed lubrication to be able to fuck me? Adam, don't you remember me telling you the wetness dripping from my pussy is 'lubrication'? Why Adam, I do believe God meant for you to fuck the hole in my pussy and not the one in my ass!" Digesting her words for a second, I came to the conclusion she might be right. "Hey there, Lady," I said. "I believe you might be on to something! We might as well give it a try. Maybe it won't hurt too much." Redirecting the stiffened rod which was still touching Eve's asshole, I lowered my erect shaft until it came upon a pool of warm moisture. The head of my cock soaked in this soothing vaginal spa. Drippy wet fluids ran down the entire elongated length of my manhood. Suddenly, a remembrance came to my mind. Back when I was trying to come up with names for the dangly appendage between my legs, God's voice had whispered into my ear, "Adam, that's your 'penis'. Don't abuse it too much and it will make you happy." At the time this information was given out, I was too busy to listen to God's words. I had my hand wrapped around my manly meat and was pounding it like crazy until it gave up its sweet orgasmic milk. "Eve!" I excitedly exclaimed. "I know what 'penile penetration' means! God called my cock a 'penis' and I'd bet 'penile' means a stiffened penis. I'd bet the 'penetration' part is the joining together of a penis and a pussy." With the head of my cock already comfortably cozy inside Eve's pussy, I went ahead and shoved the rest of the swollen shaft in, too. The female creature I was trying to fuck screamed. Her piercing yell echoed off into the distant hills. "Good God, Eve, I'm sorry," I apologized. "I completely forgot about the tender female membrane inside your pussy. I guess I ruptured it. Do you want me to stop?" Instead of answering, Eve butted her ass back towards me driving the stiffened penile intruder deeper into her pussy. Slippery wet vaginal fluids lubricated my throbbing erection. Tight, feminine muscles latched onto my shaft and squeezed and compressed it. Instinct propelled me to protect my penis from drowning in the sweltering wet hole of this woman's pussy. I pulled my cock out a little, but then drove it back in. I knew I dare not stop pounding the pussy or the tight, groping vaginal muscles would squeeze the life out of it. I was beginning to have the same feeling I get when I beat my meat with my hand. Only this feeling was becoming multiplied by many times over. I'd never know such blissful ecstasy could exist. "Eve?" I asked. "Are you feeling this? What do you think of penile penetration?" "Oh yes Adam, I feel it," Eve breathlessly whispered. "I love it, I love it, I do! It hurt at first, but now it feels gloriously good. Just stop talking and keep on fucking me!" Without uttering another word, I kept on fucking my lady. Frictional fires were burning. Hotter and hotter they relentlessly blazed. Slippery wet loins raced towards the oblivion of sexual release. Eve began whimpering rapidly when an unimaginable, magical, orgasmic delirium swept over her naked body. Her pussy began spraying my cock and balls with steaming female cum. Eve's feminine loins were a smoldering oven inflaming my manhood to release its heated testicle seeds. Boiling seminal fluids burst forth and spilled into my woman's welcoming womb. The spewing eruption shook me from the tip of my cock to my toes and from the hair between my legs to the hair on my head. Thick globs of hot, pressurized, creamy cum entering her pussy sparked Eve's body into another fit of delirious orgasmic delight. She shuddered, she whimpered, she whined, and she cried. With our earthly bodies physically joined, our hearts, our minds, and our souls became intertwined in carnal bliss. Who but God could devise such wondrously enlightening enchantment? My cock thrust into Eve's pussy one last time and another spastic orgasm thrilled me. My testicle sack delivered every drop of seminal cream it had into my woman. I felt the last spurt of Eve's female cum dripping on the shaft buried inside her. Our climaxing eruptions finally ended. I sat back in the grass and Eve climbed into my lap. With her arms wrapped around my chest and back, she curled up into a fetal position against me. For a while, neither of us spoke. We were completely contented to let the orgasmic afterglow last as long as it could. Breaking the silence, Eve softly said, "That was wonderful, Adam. When can we do it again? You know what? I bet we could do it face to face! That way I can push my tits against you and kiss you while we fuck. Adam, do you think it will work from the front?" "It might work," I answered. "It's worth a shot at trying although I've never seen any animals in the woods and fields doing it that way. Let's go wash off in the stream and then we'll try it." After a refreshing bath and swim, Eve and I tried the 'face to face' fucking position. Surprisingly, it worked out even better than either of us could have imagined! Our entire bodies pressed together while our legs and arms became entangled like earthworms mating. This time our love making was slow and deliberate. Yet, the orgasms we gave each other were just as overpoweringly awesome as our first time. Once more, we basked in the afterglow of joyous sexual satisfaction. "I love you, Adam," Eve announced. "From now on, why don't we fuck this way every time? I think its lots better. Don't you think so, too?" Hugging her tightly, I replied, "Yes Eve, this is much, much better and we can do it this way every day. But, Honey, I'd like to do it the other way every once in a while in remembrance of our first time. We might even think up a few different positions to try. And, Eve, I love you, too!" While we lay cocooned in the loving embrace of each other’s arms, an ethereal voice spoke from a passing cloud, "I now pronounce you Man and Wife. What God has joined together, let no power split asunder. Live and love together until in death you do part." Rising from the ground, I took my woman's hand and pulled her up. We strolled along the banks of the stream and took a leisurely walk through the garden. After our strenuous sex play, we were hungry so we nibbled on some of the abundant fruits and berries. One fruit tree in particular caught Eve's attention. It was located in the center of the garden and was loaded with round, red balls of fruit. "Hey, Adam," Eve said. "Let's take a look at those beautiful 'apples'. Don't they look delicious? I bet they taste good, too. Want one?" At first I wasn't paying attention to what Eve was saying. She had lifted her arms to pick some of the red fruit. I had turned her sweet ass towards me, slipped my arms around her, and was juggling her tits and playing with her pussy. My probing fingers discovered she was already getting slippery wet again! My cock was swelling and jumping excitedly. I was giving some serious thought to bending her over and fucking her under this apple tree. "Want a bite, Adam?" Eve asked. "I swear Mister; I think sex is all you can think about! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind, I don't mind at all. But, a man can't live by sex alone." Maybe a man couldn't live by sex alone, but he could certainly try! Giving in to my carnal thoughts, I pulled Eve's ass against me, bent her over at the waist, and slipped my woman-hungry cock into her slippery pussy. Standing there in the garden, I began mating with my woman with the vigorous enthusiasm of a wild stallion mounting a feral filly in heat. My thrusting manhood disappeared again and again into its welcoming vaginal home. "This is good," Eve said after biting into an apple. "Adam, take a bite and then keep on fucking me. Oh God, I'm about ready to cum again!" Hell, I was about ready to cum again, too! Following Eve's instructions, I took a bite of the apple and kept on fucking her. As orgasms began overpowering me, I recalled an ominous warning from God. "Eve!" I exclaimed. "We're not supposed to eat this! Didn't you get the message from God? Oh, God Almighty I'm cumming! Hang on!" I could tell by Eve's whimpering cries she was cumming, too. Through orgasmic breaths, she answered, "Yes Adam, I got the message, but what harm could eating one little apple cause?" As our orgasms peaked, the sky above us darkened. Lightning flashed and the heavens ripped open. A thunderous voice spoke menacingly, "Now you've done it!" Based on a post by MrJack, for Literotica.

The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 2 Hot Chocolate and homemade cookies. Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. The afternoon and early evening hours dragged on uneventfully. I had bathed (again), and put on a dark wool shirt and faded jeans. While the snow continued falling, I snacked on cookies and absentmindedly tried to watch part of a football game. Flipping off the TV, I tried surfing some porn, but the flavor of mint chocolate cookies drew my thoughts back to the taste of a luscious young Girl Scout Leader's lips and the feeling of a tight pussy enveloping my cock. I suppose I ate too many cookies, so my supper was just a hurried snack of thrown-together leftovers. About 6 o'clock, I cleaned up the kitchen and then went to the living room to stir up the embers in the fireplace. I threw a few logs in and soon had a cozy warm fire, heating and lighting the room. Curiosity led me to flip on the front porch light and take a look at the weather through the front door's ice-covered windowpane. Huge flakes of fluffy snow were falling like windswept feathers from the darkened sky. Several inches were already covering the ground. Suddenly, my peering eyes caught a glimpse of a hat and coat-covered figure trudging through the snow on a heading straight towards my door. The short stature of the struggling person made my heart leap with hopeful anticipation. If my instincts were right, my young Scout Leader lover was returning like a thief to the scene of an afternoon crime. When I cracked the door open, the snow-covered apparition rushed inside and headed straight for the warmth of the fire. Throwing a backpack in a chair, my visitor removed gloves and then snatched off a knitted woolen hat and a long scarf. A fly-away mop of curly brunette hair confirmed my suspicions that my Little Debbie had indeed returned to me. "Hi Jason," she breathlessly said. "Goodness gracious, I didn't realize it was so 'wintry' outside!" Although I was elated beyond belief, to have my teen love back in my home, I couldn't stop myself from admonishing her. "Damnit Debbie!" my unbidden words said. "I thought I told you to 'go away little girl' until we had time to think things out!" "Hold onto your horses, Mister," Debbie retorted. "I didn't come back to stir up trouble. I've brought your jacket back to you. I'll leave when I get warmed up. Okay?" Digging into her backpack, Debbie drew out my jacket and tossed it to me. Throwing the coat aside, I grabbed the girl and jerked her into my arms. "No young lady, it's not 'okay'!" I answered forcibly. "You're staying for a while! If I need to, I'll do what you said I would someday say. I'll 'beg you to stay'! Now, take off your coat and your wet shoes and socks, please." Stepping away from me, the obedient teenager shrugged her shoulders and then removed her coat. When my astonished eyes realized what this girl had on beneath her outerwear, I just about peed in my pants! Long gone was the tight-fitting Scout Leader uniform. In its place the young woman wore a pair of baggy 'bib' overalls. They weren t denim, like farmers often wear. This garment was handmade and pastel blue, made from a cotton knit fabric. Beneath the bibs she had on no shirt! She had on no bra! And, if I were to guess, I'd guess she had on no panties! Debbie stood flatfooted and then bent over at the waist. She began pulling off her snow-wet shoes and socks. Without the confinement and support of a bra, this girl-woman's breasts fell down and strained against the barely-concealable covering of her bib top. The twin thin straps crossing over her bare shoulders were the only mechanical supports keeping the busty boobs from escaping completely. For a young lady of such a slim and diminutive stature, her tits seemed to be enormously over-proportioned. I never was a fella who kept up with the technicalities of boob-cup size. I usually used a more objective measurement. I'd say Debbie's breasts were about the size and shape of a couple of Sunshine State grapefruits on an overdose of steroids. At the moment, those dangly mesmerizing melons were swinging to and fro in the firelight's glow. As they swayed, jutting nickel sized dark-pink nipples flashed out from their bib covering. Two-inch pale pink areolas framed the nubile nubs. "God damn it, Debbie!" I suddenly announced. "I thought you just said you didn't come here to 'stir up trouble'! Hell girl, a female with exposed tits like those is going to get plenty of 'trouble' coming her way!" Debbie smiled, grabbed her backpack, and took a seat on the floor near the fire. "Jason, my dear," she teasingly scolded. "Mister, I have on more clothes than you had on when you greeted me at the door earlier today! Hey Honey, guess what? Sit down because I have a surprise for you." Giving in to undeniable temptation, I sat on the plush rug, in the middle of the floor. Digging into her pack, Debbie removed a covered Tupperware container, a stainless steel thermos, and two mugs. "I suppose you've had supper?" the girl questioned rhetorically. "I bet you haven't had dessert. You know what? I've been thinking about you for hours, so I baked you some 'homemade' cookies and made you some 'homemade' hot chocolate. Want some?" At first, I didn't answer. My eyes were glued to the exposed expanse of uncovered female flesh. The bib straps did little to conceal a flawless naked back and a set of curvaceous shoulders. I moved my position on the floor so I could get the swollen erection bulging inside my pants straightened out. "Debbie, in truth, I haven't had dessert," I managed to say. "Now, aren't you the little domesticated lady? Making 'homemade' cookies and hot chocolate for my dessert?" Laying out her bounty, Debbie winked at me and mischievously teased, "Oh Jason, the milk and chocolate are just and 'appetizer'. Here is what I really brought for you to 'eat' for a dessert treat." Slim fingers flipped the bib straps loose from their buttons. The bib top fell into the girl's lap. This young woman's tantalizing pair of ponderous boobs burst out and swung as free, as a couple of over-ripe pendulum nectarines hanging heavy on a fruit tree. Just as my startled eyes were adjusting to the majesty of this sight, the wickedly wondrous woman-child stuck her hands into the sides of her overalls and slid them down over her butt, her legs, and her feet. Confirming my suspicions, she had on no panties. Blushing shyly, the nude teenager scooted across to me and plopped her young ass in my lap. "Jason, I guess I wasn't completely truthful about 'stirring up trouble'," Debbie whispered. "I suppose I'm hoping you'll 'make love' to me again; and if you did I wanted to be naked myself." I touched her two marvelous tits, but could say nothing. "Oh god, Jason, please don't think of me as a wickedly wanton 'hussy'!" Debbie hastily added. "But Mister, I love you;and if you wanted to 'take' me again, then I'd really like you to. Of course now, if you want me to 'go away' again; I will. Do you?" I suppose it was my own damn fault for awakening the sleeping passion in this sexy young woman. This conniving vixen had boxed me into an inescapable lust and love trap. She was using her feminine wiles in a seductive entrapment scheme. My voiced boomed, "Damn your sweet sexy young ass, girl! If you try to 'go away' now, I'll throw you on the floor and rape the hell out of you! Hell, I think I'll savagely attack you anyway! If you want me to 'eat' you for a treat, then 'eat' you, I will!" Soft, luscious lips became the first victims of my desire. I kissed my Scout Leader lover with lust-inspired love. I was so fanatically aroused, I tongue-fucked her mouth with my stiffened saliva-coated tongue. Somewhere in the back of my kiss-hungry mind, I realized that Debbie was tongue-fucking my mouth, too. Debbie's fingers were tugging at the buttons of my shirt. Before I knew it, the shirt was off and lying atop her bib overalls. My pants, underwear, shoes, and socks joined the heaping pile of clothing. I'd made the mistake of getting my cock before the 'fucking-horse' earlier this day. I was determined not to repeat the error of my ways. Before I did any fornicating this night, I was going to do a lot of looking at tender young female flesh and I was going to have a feast of eating. Pushing Debbie down flat on the floor in front of the fireplace, I gazed in awe at the splendid beauty of her unblemished teenaged body. Her big-glorious tits had flattened out a bit. Her abdomen was a smooth expanse of slim, flawless flesh. Short, slender legs stretched out seductively. And there, right between the 'V' of my love's legs was a sparse bush of thin pubic hair, only slightly concealing a swollen mound of erotically exciting female pussy. Without waiting a second longer, I bent over, spread the girl's legs wide, and plunged my mouth into the tender young pussy staring me in the face. I viciously kissed the soft skin of her bush-covered pussy mound. I kissed and licked every delectable inch of feminine flesh from her thighs to her pussy lips. I spread the swollen pussy lips and captured the girl's clitoral jewel between my lips. I licked and sucked the rigid 'girlie-girl' treasure. Debbie's teen clit stiffened in an effort to accept my ferocious oral assault. My tongue flicked and licked feverously. I explored the young cunt with the spit-wet slippery wetness of my tongue and mouth. Sexually stimulated, pussy-hungry, and horny beyond belief, I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and plunged it into the hot-pink opening to Debbie's vaginal hole. This dame had reached the full age of puberty so her young female body produced an abundance of feminine moisture. I licked and lapped all the wetness I could get. Debbie was whimpering wantonly, and sighing contently. I ate my young lover's cunt with the appetite of a pussy-starved man. Sweet, warm, wet vaginal flesh was mine to consume, with all the wicked debauchery of a man gleefully possessed by bedeviling lust. With this same unfettered lust, I assaulted Debbie's womanly tits. These delectable orbs and their nipple-topped pink buds fell victim to my untamed oral mauling. The skin of my face had been clean-shaven a few hours ago, but enough stubble had now grown out to scratch and scrape the tender titty flesh. With the same reasoning as a dog would pee on a tree, I deliberately marked the unblemished breast skin as a sign of territorial acquisition and ownership. Stopping to gaze at Debbie's stubble-scratched tits, I couldn't help but imagine the quantity of baby-nourishing milk these wondrous mammary jugs could hold. If she were to become a mother of my baby, then I knew the child would be well-fed. Abruptly, I ended this violent oral onslaught on my lover's body. After pressing my lips to Debbie's mouth; in a deep, love-obsessed kiss, I bodily scooped her up from the rug with my muscular arms and carried her featherweight body to my bed. This 'barely legal' young woman had giving her willing consent to being fucked again. So curse my wicked soul to hell, that's what I would do to her! I pitched her pretty, silky-smooth, female body into the center of my bed. I climbed into the bed above my lover, spread her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her dripping wet feminine glory hole. With the breeding urges of a domineering 'stallion', I mounted my in-heat 'filly' with all the uncontrollable, animalistic desires of a wild, feral animal mating. There was nothing romantic about this carnal coupling. With the insemination instincts of a wild creature, I fucked Debbie. Nothing romantic about this coupling? Well hell, I realized with this mating, that I truly loved this young woman, and she genuinely loved me! Our 'bareback' sex seemed to be emphasizing the depth of loving commitment we were willing to take. Throwing caution to the wind, we seemed to be subconsciously saying, "If 'we' get pregnant, then so be it!" Putting thoughts of pregnancy aside, my cock parted my woman's pubic bush and sank deep into her bottomless, sweltering hot vaginal cavity. Debbie's pussy accepted the welcomed intruder and urged it to do its duty with all deliberate haste. Debbie felt my elongated, swollen shaft pounding into her pussy, with jackhammer strokes which penetrated deep into her innermost feminine sanctuary. After only a little while, she felt the beginnings of orgasmic fire being conceived. Just as she'd hoped, the flames gave birth to the wildest, most intense orgasms she'd ever had. She gloried in the ecstatic, euphoric majesty of it. My body too, was reveling in the delightful exhilaration of powerful, cock-quaking orgasms. My masculine loins quivered, shuddered, and shook. My pulsating phallic rod began spewing forth torrents of slippery, milky-white seminal cream. I grunted and groaned with the guttural sounds of a man overwhelmed by orgasmic forces; stealing away his mind, body, and soul. My steaming seminal cream was filling Debbie's pussy and triggering the birth of another round of enormous orgasms. Multiple orgasmic events followed in the wake of those before. This young woman's body sprayed her forbidden lover's loins with all the feminine cum she had in her body. Time lost its meaning as my cock and Debbie's pussy joined together in a race for orgasmic rapture. The end didn't come quickly. Time slowed to a crawl as a man and a woman's joyful bliss continued for an eternity and then gradually subsided. The two of us lay in each others arms and basked in the warming comfort of sexual afterglow. Debbie cuddled tightly against me and softly whispered, "Jason, I'm a cummy, slimy mess and my pussy is so sore I'm not sure if I can walk. But, can we take a hot bath and then do this again before I have to go home?" After kissing my young Scout Leader lover, I lifted her into my arms. I made a detour on the way to the bathroom. Back in the living room, Debbie scooped up the homemade cookies and hot chocolate. Hot Bath and Bedtime Cookies. Debbie and I had a long, leisurely bath in my Jacuzzi tub. We kissed, we fondled, we tickled, and we teased. My delightful Scout Leader, college girl lover became infatuated with my recovering erection. As we got out to towel each other dry, Debbie said; "Jason; I'm not sure how to do it, but will you let me 'eat' your cock like you ate my pussy? Can we finish our cookies in bed? She tilted her head down and gave me her best puppy dog eyes; Mister, you wouldn't kick me out of your bed if I were to spill some cookie crumbs, would you?" Without answering, I snapped my towel and towel-whipped Debbie's shapely, pretty little ass, all the way from the bathroom to my bed. The giggling girl laughed merrily, jumped under the covers, and waited with excited anticipation. As I stood by the bed, Debbie's female form emerged from under the covers. Without warning, she reached out with her small, feminine hands, grabbed my cock and began to play with a skill born of instinct. This petite-figured young woman's short fingers couldn't quite completely encircle my swollen shaft, yet she played and fondled energetically. Not one inch of my blood-engorged meat went untouched. My balls were squeezed, juggled, and bounced. Fidgeting fingers ran through my pubic hairs combing, pulling, and tugging. Debbie's voice heatedly declared, "Oh god!  Mister, your cock's more wonderful to play with than I imagined it would be! Jason, I'm going to kiss and suck it now." And that's just what she did. Debbie began kissing my meaty, hard shaft. Her warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and licked with a frenzy of cock-hungry desire. The girl's lips were moving so frenziedly that the head of my cock 'accidentally' slipped into her mouth. She licked and sucked the mouthful of meat with an inexperienced zest. I immediately knew this was Debbie's first cock-sucking rodeo. She was tentatively sucking with a novice's skill. Female intuition guided her actions. She made her mouth release a flood of saliva which lubricated the rigid rod she was sucking on. Before I knew it, her head was bobbing up and down on my spit-lubricated shaft. My wet cock was disappearing deeper and deeper into the girl's tight, young mouth. The sensual sensations overwhelming me, felt unbelievably good! Debbie's mouth, lips, and tongue were dripping wet with cocksucking enjoyment. My swollen manhood was imbedded deep into the girl's cock-hungry oral cavity, and she was refusing to let go of it. This young lady had an unusually long, serpentine-like tongue which flicked and licked with venomous fire. This wicked, viperous tongue-snake coiled around the man-meat it was so intent upon devouring. My fingers dug viciously into Debbie's curly hair and attempted to pull her head away from my dangerously imperiled manhood. My cock-crazed young lover had sucked my shaft deep into her throat and was now chewing my meat with biting, razor-sharp teeth. Paying no attention to the hair-pulling pain, Debbie ravenously ate the meat in her mouth. Looking down, I saw the fingers of one of her hands buried inside her drippy wet pussy. The girl was fingering herself to orgasm using my cock as a stimulus. In defense of my teeth-scared cock-shaft, I slapped the cock-frantic girl's face with a stinging blow to one cheek. When the over-enthusiastic female sex fiend, finally let go of my inflamed rigid rod, I threw her back on the bed and jumped astride her. I curtly said, "Damnit lady, if you want an orgasm, I'll give it to you, 'man style!" I didn't believe my masculine body had a single drop of testicle fluid left in it, but as soon as my suck-stimulated erection entered Debbie's sweltering hot pussy oven, I started cumming. Whatever seminal cream my body had left; was now euphorically deposited, inside my sweet love's vaginal vault. Debbie's tight pussy welcomed its pulsating penile partner to come in and make itself at home. Slippery feminine cum began bathing the penetrating cock as soon as it entered. Female orgasms once more made her young woman's body glory in the elation; and thrill of lust and love. This being our third sexual coupling since early afternoon, our mutual orgasms weren't as strong or long-lasting as previous ones. Nevertheless, we joyfully celebrated our newfound bond of awakened love. There, atop cum-soaked sheets, we two exhausted lovers fell asleep in each others arms. Popcorn Delight A blast of window-rattling wind awakened us. A quick look at the clock told me it was late. It was too damn late for a 'barely legal' teen to be out cavorting with the horny older bachelor who lived down the street! "Oh shit, Debbie!" I worriedly said. "Good god girl, we'd better get your sweet ass home before your mother comes looking for me!" As I reached for my pants, the telephone beside the bed started ringing. Apprehensively, I reached out, punched the speakerphone button, and answered, "Hello." "Jason, have you been watching the weather?" and unfamiliar voice said. "Over a foot of snow has fallen since my daughter headed over to your house with her cookies and hot chocolate! The wind is howling and the temperature is well below freezing." Oh sweet lord, it was Lucy Darling; Debbie's mother calling! How in the hell did she know where to call! As if reading my mind, the woman on the phone said, "Jason, I caught Debbie in her virgin blood and cum-soaked Scout Leader uniform, earlier today. She confessed her 'sins' to me." I felt a pang of shivering fear in spite of the fact that Debbie was 'of legal age'. Subconsciously, I heard police sirens coming to carry my jailbait-screwing ass off, to be incarcerated. My asshole contracted with the thoughts of 'big bubba' making me his prison cell slave. "Listen here, Jason," the phone voice said. "I don't want you to let my girl come out in this dangerous storm. Just keep her there with you tonight, and try to get her home sometime tomorrow." My confused mind was attempting to adjust to the words spoken by the mother of my young lover. Yet, before I had time to think, she spoke again, "You're a nice man, Jason, so I'm not going to put up much of a fuss about you fucking my daughter. I suppose she's 'big enough', so she's 'old enough', for sex with a man. But Mister, you'd better know one thing about these sleepover get-togethers. If you 'do the crime' of getting her pregnant; then you'd better be prepared to 'do the time' as a husband and father!" Abruptly, the speakerphone went silent. Shaking my head with stunned amazement, I looked at the smiling face of my young woman lover. Staring back up at the ceiling. I couldn t move; I couldn t speak. Jason? Debbie broke the silence. I should tell you that I went home mom and I did talk. But what she didn t say was that I gave her a chewing out, too. Then I gave her an update on our new love. She apologized for not providing guidance to me. Jason, don't you think my mom has some mixed-up liberal and conservative ideas about sex?" she asked. "I surely don't mind though, do you? She s been in denial about my growing up, and tried every way she could, to forestall the progression. I hugged her and forgave her; then I shared how my prince charming was revealed this morning; he-he; literally! I finally rolled to face my little vixen. She was happy; no; she was giddy! Jason, she asked me lots of questions, but I only told her a simple overview. Our intimacy is not for others to ask details of. This debutant showed wisdom beyond her years. I just listened while I brought her into my arm for a cuddle. My other hand began fondling her two luscious tits. Debbie continued; I told her of my desires and dreams. How I ve had fantasies about you since I was in 8th grade. How I only wanted to make your life more wonderful. Debbie sat up and moved down next to my feet. She slid her feet up on my chest while she started giving me a gentle post-coital foot massage. What else did your mother say? I inquired while I propped up a pillow against the headboard and sat up. I was determined to give her a great foot massage. Oh, I asked her lots of questions about intimate acts. She told me stuff that she and my dad enjoyed, before he died. She also admitted that she and Mr. Rausch are intimately involved. You know him? The widower at the end of the block? She didn t want to marry him because I might have a hard time with that adjustment. Oh, Jason, your foot massage is better than sex, right now. Mainly because you ve made my cunt and nipples so raw. Now I was massaging her calves. I had her swooning. Debbie continued; I told her to marry him before she loses her chance. Mr. Rausch is a very good man, and even though he s 14 years older, they are truly compatible and in love. Don t you agree, Jason, dear? I did agree. Debbie s mother is a young-looking 40-something Milf, and Mr. Rausch will make a lot of his golfing buddies jealous, having such a trophy wife. Hey, have you got some popcorn we can pop in the fireplace? I'd like a snack before we settle down to sleep. It's only ten o'clock." "Oh, and one more thing," she added. "If you're planning on sticking that cock of yours into my pussy again tonight, as I hope you are; then you'd better plan on carrying me home tomorrow. As I told you, I'm already so sore I can hardly walk. Now, I'm going to find that popcorn in the kitchen." Debbie climbed over me to head slowly, gently. Teasingly, she allowed her pubic hairs to brush against mine. At the sight of her sweet nude ass, my sleeping cock awakened and began swelling to an excited erection. The sleep we'd had, was just enough rest for my manhood to build up its pussy-penetrating horniness. Without putting on my clothes, I detained the naked cockteaser. I tumbled off the foot of the bed and sat on the rug with my back leaned into the mattress, centered between her two dangling legs. I grabbed both ankles and tugged her down, off the mattress and onto my shoulders. With ease I arose, and my naked little goddess, my sacrificed virgin on my back. We ducked under the doorway and strolled all the way to the kitchen. The popcorn is stored high on the top cupboard shelf I told her. And grab the cheesy-flavored salt while you re at it. My back had a trail of body juices running down to my ass. Debbie was using one hand to press my forehead into her navel, to keep stable. Her ankles were hooked behind my shoulder blades. All the while, her other hand was passing down the supplies to me. I m not sure Debbie was even aware that her pelvis was rocking; now twerking, on the low vertebrae at the base of my neck. Her clit had found a hard nub to rub against. My gawd! This was a horny, deeply sensual woman, trapped in a youthful; although shapely, teen body. While Debbie had rummaged around and found the popcorn; her plans for popping were delayed when I lifted her petite young body and laid it on the kitchen table. I saw the tub of butter, still sealed on the counter, from supper. After dipping my cockshaft deep into the greasy tub of buttery lubrication, I plunged the grease-slippery erection into my woman's cock-sore pussy. The slick, buttery lubricant worked magnificently well. I heard no complaints of painful soreness, as I plunged my manhood into Debbie's cock-stretched maidenhood. She didn't even cry as my hands played with the swollen mounds of her suck-sore nipples and bountiful tits. An old tick-ticking mantle clock's ticks, kept pace with the rhythm of a cock and a pussy enthusiastically conjoining as one, in the time-stopping joy of orgasmic pleasure. Despite the slippery assistance of the thick, buttery lubricant, frictional fires were ignited and burned passionately. This turned out to be just a speedy kitchen 'quickie', with lots of hurried, delightful thrills. Debbie and I knew we had all night, for another long, slow session of 'lovemaking'. Now we noticed just how chilly the house had become. My todger began to impersonate an introverted turtle, seeking the refuge of receding inward. Debbie s nipples, on the other hand, had a glorious bold definition and towered outward, begging to be warmed by my hairy chest. I helped her down from the big oak table. Then she collected the necessary items while I brought the fireplace back to life. Soon it was roaring and filling the home with radiant heat. When I returned from the linen closet with a thick flannel sleeping bag; she was sliding the plush rug closer to the fire. I sat cross-leg and she nestled down on my lap. I unzipped the old sleeping bag and draped it over my shoulders. It contained the heat and I watched as my convenient thermometer; her rock-hard nipples, slowly soften, telling me her chills were abated. My lover and I eventually had our popped-corn snack. We basked in the glow of firelight and felt no shame in our shared nudity. Later, we fell asleep well-fed with cookies, hot chocolate, and popcorn. The fierce snowstorm awakened us about halfway into the night. A feeling of 'honeymoon' lust was again aroused in both of us. As the storm raged outside, we made impassioned love. With a two-foot snowfall covering the ground, I carried my Scout Leader lover home, about noon the next day. Many of the neighbors were out shoveling. Kids were towing sleds down to the park. Everyone stopped as Debbie and I ventured through the deep snow. She was high aloft, again riding my shoulders, with a proud smile, which could only be rivaled by my own proud grin. I suppose she had good reason for her pussy to be plenty sore, but I heard not one feminine complaint. I knew there might be a strong possibility I had implanted an impregnation seed into my 'barely legal' lover's womb. Oh well, I suppose I could 'do the time' as a husband and father; because I sure was enjoying 'doing the crime' of loving and lusting! The good ones go early , I recall a college buddy saying, when asked why he was marrying the younger girl from his neighborhood. The problem with only pursuing women of my mid-thirties age, was that a progressively higher percent of the remaining females had issues. Sometimes neurotic issues. Perhaps even abusive issues? No, I was not the one making the big risk; Debbie was. But she saw me as a man I only hoped to become. In her favor, I now had more motivation than ever, to pursue the goal of meeting her expectations. Approaching The Darling home, I was greeted by her neighbor; Carl Rausch, as he shoveled the walk and steps. Lucy was just coming outside with a mug of hot cider, to refresh him. Jason and Debbie, it s wonderful to see you two this morning. Please do come in and visit. Lucy said with an expression on her face that inferred a demand, more than a request. And thank you, Jason, for keeping my daughter safe and warm. It s fortunate that you were there for her. Our home furnace had issues and Carl came over at 10:30 last night to fix it. The sweet man then built a fire and we were never so warm. Right, Carl? So both of the Darling women had intimate company, last night? Slipping our boots off in the entry, we proceeded to the livingroom, where two sofas were situated facing each other, with a coffee table between. I sat with Debbie. I was very nervous. Debbie is all that Lucy has of her marriage, being a widow. But Lucy took her seat next to Carl, with her head leaned on his cozy chest, and her hand softly placed upon his. She had the most contented smile, then she said; We have an announcement to share with you two. My life took on greater purpose, during that storm. A purpose that excited every fiber of my being. Besides, if I recall correctly, a young Scout Leader had recently told me that the Girl Scout's recruitment objective this year was to get people to 'commit to a girl'. With Debbie as the 'girl', I think I'd finally have no problems with 'commitment'.  Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 1 Cookies & sweet treats are given to a 'special man'. Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time. Stepping from the shower, on this blustery cold November Saturday morning; I caught a reflection of my masculine nude body in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I'd always wished I was taller than my 5 foot 10 inches, but I had no other regrets about the muscular build of my toned 36-year-old body. Unconsciously, my eyes lingered for a minute on the stiffened erection between my legs. It was another morning-wood day. The wind began howling in the past half hour, signaling a cold front. I thought the chilly house air would administer the less fun therapy for my stiffy, but even after stoking the fireplace coals and throwing three fresh logs on the embers, didn t fully shrink my swelling shaft. During my warm bath, my manhood had been swelling and getting harder. Now, as a confirmed bachelor, I had no 'serious' lady in my life. I enjoyed playing-the-field too much to even dream of settling down. The only problem with living without a permanent lady in my life was the fact that I couldn't get a piece of pussy any time I wanted. And, at this moment, I needed a sweet wet vagina in which to dip my pulsating erection. Hell, I guess I was going to have to settle for beating my meat! Before I had a chance to begin this self-relieving task, I heard the insistent ring of my front doorbell. Damnit, somebody was interrupting my plans for a little orgasmic release! Aggravated, I threw a bath towel around my waist, tucked it in below my bellybutton, and headed for the front door. If whoever it was ringing the bell minded being met by a half-naked man; then tough-shit to them! They ought to have better manners than to disturb a man with a throbbing hard-on. When I jerked open the door, I was met by a blustery blast of cold, late-fall wind. A whirlwind whisk of a figure, a young woman dressed in a Girl Scout Leader uniform, rushed inside and shut the door behind her. The shivering, coatless sprite took a few steps into the livingroom and held her hands out to the heat of my crackling fireplace. "Oh Mr. Spencer, this fire feels so good," she said. "I didn't realize the weather would turn so cold so quickly. Why, it was actually 'warm' this morning! I had no words. I'm Debbie Darling from down the street. I'm out taking orders for Girl Scout cookies. She finally took note of my incredulity and then asked; You know me, don't you, Sir?" Before I could respond, the young lady added, "Scout Leaders don't usually go door-to-door selling cookies. That's for the Girl Scouts themselves to do. But, I'm helping my troop out because a virus hit the schools and several of them are sick with a cold. I was a scout myself for years, and now I've just become a volunteer leader for a Brownie troop. Our recruitment slogan for girls and leaders this fall is 'commit to a girl'. Sir, can you commit to our girls and their organization? Do you want to get any of my cookies?" Commit to a girl? why I had no intention of doing any such thing! As for her cookies, goddamn my horny wicked soul to Hell, but my sex-stimulated mind took what the young woman said, and turned it into a 'dirty' thought. Yeah, some sweet, warm female 'cookies' would taste mighty good right now! Before I answered, my eyes made a quick visual inspection of my unexpected visitor. An official uniform scarf with a membership pin adorned her slim neck. A navy blue skirt and blouse in the style of business attire graced her body and seemed to fit the lady like a 'too-tight' glove. It must have been a 'last-years' outfit because the young female form was outgrowing it now. Feminine shapes and bulges stretched the fabric in several strategic places. The lady was short, perhaps a whole foot shorter than me. Slim legs peeked out below a blue hem and ran down to knee socks and patent leather shoes. If I was a betting man, I'd bet she didn't weigh over 100 pounds, a good portion of which was in her ass and tits. Her brunette hair was a mop of curly locks, which were so short they barely even touched her shoulders. With my stimulated erection straining my towel, I finally found my voice and answered, "Yes Debbie, I know you. I've seen you around the neighborhood. I think I've bought some cookies from you in the past years." Standing there half-naked and horny as hell, mischievous thoughts entered my mind and I decided to tease the young seductress arousing me, "But, little lady I remember you as a childlike girl. Just when in the hell did your body start 'filling out' so much? What are you, about 15, 16 or so now?" "No, I'm not 15 and I'm not 16!" the girl testily responded. Glancing at the watch on her tiny wrist, she continued, "I'm 18 and I've been 18 for two hours and five minutes! And, for your information Sir, I'm not a 'little girl'! I'm a freshman in college. As to your other question, it seems like my body just up and decided to 'pop out' all over the place this past year. I don't know why it took so effing long to do it. But Sir, I didn't come here to talk about me. I came to sell cookies. Do you want to place an order?" My mind wandered away in an effort to digest her information. "18 for two hours and five minutes" is what she said. Why, she has reached the legal 'age of consent' for any kind of sexual shenanigans a man might wish to engage in with her! My pretty little sexy neighborhood cookie-seller would fit nicely into the hallowed category of 'barely legal', yet 'legal enough'! Hell, I silently thought with my hard-on straining the bath towel around my waist. A lot of damn good this information would do me. Barely legal or not, that teenaged woman would have no interest or attraction for a man of my advanced age. I'd bet she had a teenage boyfriend. What was it the hippies use to say? Oh yeah, it was, "Never trust anyone over 30!" Shaking my head in an effort to rid it of horny seduction thoughts, I answered the fascinating young lady, "Yes little Debbie, I'd like some cookies. Could I get about ten dollar s worth? Girl, I'm horn, hungry as hell and I hate waiting for special treats. Would you have any cookies I could eat right now?" "Oh yes, Sir," Debbie eagerly said. "I've got some sample boxes in my backpack. I can let you have ten dollar s worth of chocolate mint cookies." While the girl rummaged in her pack, I stepped back into the bathroom and picked up my wallet. I gave a quick thought to slipping on my pants, but immediately discarded it. I had plans for a masturbating party real soon; with thoughts of a sexy young Scout Leader occupying my mind. Back in the living room, I noticed the boxes of cookies laid out on the coffee table. I dug a ten dollar bill from my wallet and handed it to the uniformed cookie salesgirl. "Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tax," the girl apologetically said. "Growing up, my Scout Leaders told me to always remember the tax. It's sixty cents more. Is that okay?" Smiling, I answered, "Sure little Debbie, that's fine. But, do you have change for a dollar bill. I don't have any coins in my wallet and I don't have any pockets in my towel." "I've noticed that," the girl unintentionally blurted out. A crimson red blush immediately colored her face and her hands rushed to cover it. Demurely, she added, "Oh, I didn't mean I was looking at your towel! Of course towels don't have pockets! Tight-fitting towels like yours barely have enough room to cover a man's big, uh!" The girl's face color reddened to a deeper shade of bashful blush. Turning away, she nervously dug into her purse and extracted some coins. She turned back and reached her trembling coin-filled hand towards me. As I reached out to accept the change, Debbie's unsteady fingers opened too soon and dropped the handful of coins onto the hardwood floor. The jingly-jangly coinage bounced and rolled all over the place. Dropping to the floor, Debbie chased after coins. Her sexy young body made for such a delightful sight to watch; that I too, dropped down and began gathering the wayward change. After capturing the last fugitive coin, the two of us stood back up. I soon discovered that my coin-chasing adventures had created a problem. My towel had loosened to the point that when I stood up straight the terrycloth garment had stayed on the floor. My upper body and my legs were now not the only parts of my body displayed in all its exposed erect glory. My thick, turgid cock was standing at naked attention! "Oh my good god!" Debbie unexpectedly exclaimed. "Mr. Spencer, I now see why your towel was stretched out to the bursting point! Oh my goodness gracious, you had better cover that thing back up!" I had never blushed in my life, and I was determined to not do so now. But, I admitted to myself that I was a little embarrassed to have accidentally exposed my pulsating erection to an unsuspecting young woman. Bending over, I snatched up the towel and rearranged it around my waist. "Debbie, girl I'm sorry!" I repentantly proclaimed. "Damn Miss Debbie, I didn't mean for this to happen and I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you!" "Well, I'm not exactly 'embarrassed', I don't think," Debbie said warily. "It just happened so suddenly I was unprepared to see your, your 'man-thing'. Mr. Spencer, what do you men prefer to call your 'man-things'? I've heard all the slang words, but since I've never talked to a man or boy about it, I'm pretty much uninformed about things like that. I've never even had the 'sex talk' with my mother. I guess for an 18-year-old woman, I'm pretty ignorant in the ways of men." A puzzling look covered my face, but I went ahead and answered the question she asked; "Miss Debbie, I prefer the word 'cock' as a name for the dangly appendage between my legs. A 'cock' gets elongated and hard when it's near a sexy lady. My cock is steely-hard right now because I'm so close to you. A girl of your age should know this. Debbie, surely a teenager as seductively sexy as you are, is not a virgin!" "I most certainly am!" Debbie proudly announced. "I'm not about to let one of those 'grabby-handed' boys get their hands in my panties! Mom says I'm a 'good girl' and I intend to stay 'good' until I fall in love with a 'special' guy, and get married." I forced a smile, and then said something I didn't really mean, "Good for you Debbie. You ought to stay virginal and innocent until the 'right man' comes along. Listen girl, why don't you call me by my first name? Friends and adult Girl Scout Leaders can call me 'Jason'." "Okay, I will," Debbie eagerly replied. "For some reason, I feel comfortable around you, Jason. Thanks for buying my cookies. I'd better go before the weather gets any colder." Debbie turned for the door and took two steps away from my comforting fire. "Wait!" I shouted. "Girl, it's as cold as a witch's tit out there, so let me give you a coat to wear home. I think I have an old university jacket in the hallway closet." Debbie followed me into the hallway. I scrounged around searching for the jacket. Reaching up into the far, left corner shelf, I found the coat and pulled it out. Turning back, I handed it to the girl. Debbie was giggling and pointing at a place below my waist. The stretching and tugging had once more loosened my towel and left it lying at my feet. My erection was again exposed. My rigid manhood was pointing straight as a compass at the girl's smiling face. Now it was even slightly pulsing upward as my heart beat. Towel and Panty Rack. "Hey Jason, I think you're fighting a losing battle with that bath towel," Debbie said in a giggly voice. "For all the good it's doing you, why you might as well just leave it off! I've already seen your um, your 'cock' so you have no reason to hide it from me. Mister, I wouldn't bite you, even if I knew how." Grabbing up the towel from the floor, I followed the girl back down the hall to the warm living room. Following her suggestion, I didn't wrap the cock-covering back around me. Watching her swaying young ass, I think my cock swelled to an even bigger size in length and girth. It was bobbing upward at an even faster pulse. "Let me help you get the coat on, Debbie," I said. Instead of throwing the towel on the couch, I flipped it into a rolled up shape and hung it between my lower abdomen and my swollen erection. Several inches of my cock-shaft stuck out through the cloth. Mischievous devilment came over me and I teasingly said, "Hey girl, what do you think about my 'towel rack'? I reckon a cock is a pretty useful thing for a man to have." Debbie sure was a giggly young woman. She giggled merrily now, and answered, "Well Jason, I think you have the nicest 'towel rack' I've ever seen. You're right; it does seem to serve a 'useful' purpose. You're also right about it being 'pretty'. Why, I've never seen anything so nicely-shaped and beautiful, in my life!" Blushing from her awkward boldness, Debbie started putting the jacket on. Reaching out, I grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it up. The tips of my fingers brushed against her swelling bosom. For a girl with her slim, diminutive stature, Debbie's chest seemed to be well-endowed with mounded female shapes. Firm feminine forms stretched the bodice of her Scout Leader blouse. My fingers lingered and played a little longer than they should have. "Debbie," I impulsively said. "Speaking of 'racks'; why young lady, you don't seem to be doing too shabbily in that area yourself! You really fill out your uniform nicely! Woman, if your plump tits swell any bigger, you'll pop a couple of buttons and put some guy's eyes out." Blushing and giggling again, Debbie shyly said, "Thank you, Jason. I think that's the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me. My nipples are getting all 'tingly' and hard. Oh god, I didn't mean to say that out loud! Now, you'll think I'm a 'bad' girl." "Like hell, I will!" I exclaimed. "I don't think any such thing! Having your nipples get tingly and hard, is just a natural bodily function; if a young woman is 'sexually' aroused. I feel kind of proud of myself, that I can provoke such a response to my touch in you. Young lady, you're making my cock hard, horny, and tingly, too! This doesn't make either one of us 'bad'." Unexpectedly, Debbie stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. Her slim hands lay against my nude chest. "Jason," she whispered. "Thank you for making me feel so relaxed and comfortable in the presence of a naked man. I think I can tell you a secret. In a way, I kinda wish I was just a little bit 'bad'. If I was, I'd, I'd;" Instead of saying more, Debbie allowed her fingers to slowly feel their way down my chest and belly. Her fingertips lightly brushed the warm skin of my stiffened manhood. To her own amazement and mine, she pulled my towel off its erect cock-rack, put it to her face, and breathed in the masculine scent imbedded within. Suddenly, the 'always prepared' Girl Scout Leader found herself in a situation she was 'not' prepared for. Pulling away, Debbie stuffed the male-scented towel into her cookie-filled backpack. With her back towards me, the innocent girl-woman did something incredibly impulsive. She reached her hands under her uniform skirt and slipped her panties down over her legs, her knee socks, and her shoe-covered feet. Turning back to face me, the impetuous teenager twisted her slightly-damp panties into a roll and hung them over the elongated rod which had been holding my towel. Throwing her hands around my neck, Debbie once more stood tiptoed and kissed my cheek. She whispered anxiously, "Jason, forgive me, but I'm taking your smell with me, so I'm leaving mine with you. I think your cock makes a fine 'panty-rack', too!" A Kiss but not Good Bye , yet. Before I could recover my astonished wits, Debbie's voice sternly instructed, "Jason, please don't say anything. Just kiss me the way a man kisses a woman; and then let me run away from the temptation I feel for you!" Stooping slightly, I ran my hands under the young woman's uniform hem. I grabbed two hands full of firm panty-less Scout Leader ass and lifted a featherweight feminine body up enough for our kiss-hungry mouths to collide. I felt the sweet surrender of Debbie's female passion, run from my head to my toes. Debbie's lips and mine relinquished all self-disciplined restraint. Moist tongues licked slippery mouths, dueled and teased with awakening love, and mouth-fucked in a confirmation of undeniable lust. Despite this young woman's plea for me to say nothing, I stopped kissing and whispered in her ear, "Happy 18th birthday, Debbie. Sweet lady, I wish I had a present to give you." Inspired by passion, Debbie's sock-covered legs encircled my thighs. As I pulled her closer, her dress hiked higher and I felt wetness touching my cock-shaft. Drippy feminine moisture was leaking from the naked pussy pressed against my erection. This young lady's body was so lightweight, I could have stood there holding her in my arms all day. Instinct propelled me to lift her into a position where her pussy was situated directly above my swollen manhood. Sticky wet inner pussy lips kissed my cockhead. A river of vaginal fluid washed over my cockshaft and bathed it in hot, slippery penile lubrication. Mother Nature's call was demanding a carnal conjoining of a cunt and a cock. My rationalizing mind was silently screaming, "Don't do it! Don't fuck this 'barely legal' girl! Wait, wait at least until she gains a bit more maturity. Oh god, this virginal young lady doesn't even know what is happening!" Debbie must have known more than I was giving her credit for. She allowed her body to slip down until her warm inner pussy lips were wrapped around the head of my cock. Hesitantly, she allowed her virginal hymen to be touched and stretched by the swollen cock intruder. By raising and lowering her body no more than an inch at a time, Debbie was able to test the strength of her protective virginal membrane without breaking it. Pussy muscles squeezed and contracted around the cockhead in an age-old mating welcome. Didn't this naive girl-child-woman know she was playing with fire? Didn't she know she was getting perilously close to getting her sweet ass burned and her innocence incinerated? Heated, pulsating blood raced though pussy veins and cock veins alike. Male and female cum-juices were bubbling and boiling. "Oh god, Debbie!" I huskily moaned. "Damnit girl, if we don't stop now, we might not be able to later! Didn't you say you were saving yourself for a 'special' man?" "I did say that," Debbie replied. "And, Mister, that's just what I've done! Oh Jason, hold me tight and don't let go, even if I scream!" Without warning, Debbie raised herself up almost to the point of loosing contact, with the cock-shaft touching her body so intimately. Quickly, she lowered herself back down and impaled her entire vaginal cavity onto my stiffened, swollen erection. True to her premonition, Debbie did scream. Her hymen was split asunder, and her piercing wail echoed off the walls. Keeping my promise, I held the girl tightly. It was too damn late to stop anything now! With hot virgin blood now aiding in lubrication, I held onto Debbie's firm ass and bounced her young body up and down like one of those rubber tether-balls attached to a paddle. In this case, Debbie's pussy was the ball and my cock was the paddle. I repeatedly bounced and paddled the sweet young pussy up and down upon my deep-penetrating cock-shaft. Hot-blooded testicle cream was begging to be released from its ball-sack confinement. I knew I would start cumming soon. In this race for cum-shooting release, Debbie beat me to the finish line. The young feminine body; which had never felt the touch of a man's cock; was now spraying the erect man-shaft with a blistering mist of female cum. Despite the thickness of her jacket, I could feel Debbie's heartbeat pounding against my naked chest. I could feel her pussy's racing pulse beating all along my erection's elongated length. Whimpering cries stole the girl's breath away. Breathtaking orgasms overpowered all her other senses and she moaned with overwhelmingly joyful lust. Without awaiting my permission, my pussy-drowning cock went ahead and released a pressurized load of pent-up man-cum. Thick globs of semen and sperm shot into Debbie's sweltering hot wet vaginal void. Pussy muscles constricted against my meaty erection. Squeezing vaginal contractions milked my cockshaft. Euphoric, earth-quaking orgasms rattled and shook my world. As my heated cock cream-filled Debbie's pussy, she began knowing the thrill of multiple orgasms. This young woman's virgin-busted vaginal hole wasn't spacious enough to hold a swollen chunk of man-meat, 'and' the heaping servings of thick cum-gravy too. Squishy, squashy squirts of excess male and female fluids spurted out and coated both of our sex-enraged pubic loins. Debbie's tight, teenaged pussy begged my cock for more and more. My mind told me that 'biologically' I had no more to give. Yet, incredibly, my love and lust inspired body contradicted the rules of biology. My seminal reservoir was not yet depleted of all its natural orgasmic liquids. I began cumming into my sweet Scout Leader lover's slippery pussy again. If I had breath to spare, I would have squealed with orgasmic delight. I held onto the ass of the girl riding my cock and allowed the victory of orgasms to sweep my mind and body into a netherworld of bliss. Debbie' teeth biting into my shoulder let me know she was cumming again, too. From out of nowhere, she found a breath of air. This 'once-virginal' young lady allowed wanton 'unladylike' squeals of joy and whines of pleasure to peal out loudly. At long last, panting moans and whimpering cries began fading away. Debbie's arms held onto my neck with the seeming intention of never letting go. I too, held onto the young female in my arms, with no immediate plans of ever letting her go. The room became quiet, so quiet that long-ignored sounds could now be heard. Debbie and I could hear the crackling of burning logs in my fireplace. We heard a drip, drip, dripping sound and recognized it as the dropping of orgasm-fluids onto the hardwood floor beneath us. Our lust-sated loins were leaking excess male and female cum, vaginal lubricants, and virginal blood. Breaking the comforting sounds of silence, Debbie whispered, "Jason, do you believe in love at first sight? Oh I do, because I love you! There is an older country music song I've heard my mom listen to. I remember some of the lyrics which say this; 'If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.' Oh Jason, the love I have for you feels so 'right' it just can't be 'wrong'! What do you think?" "Oh good god, girlie. Don't you think I'm a little too old for you to 'love'?" I answered. "I'll say this about you Debbie Darling; you have an appropriate last name. You have become the 'darling' young lover who has brought love and joy to my life. Honey, yes I feel love for you too, but 'young' lady there is another old song I remember. The song says this; 'Go away little girl. You're hurting me more each moment you delay. But, when you're near me like this, you're must too hard to resist. So, go away little girl before I beg you to stay.' So, Debbie my darling love, perhaps you should go away for awhile and let us think about this." Warm, wet tears dropped from Debbie's eyes and dripped on my shoulders and chest. Reluctantly, her arms loosened from my neck. She slid her body down mine and stood on the floor. Picking up her backpack, she ran for the door and jerked it open. Looking back, she passionately said, "Jason, I'm not a 'little girl' and from what you just did to me, you damn well know it! Mister, one of these days, you will 'beg me to stay'! And, I will." Without closing the door, Debbie ran out into the blustery cold. Reaching for the doorknob, I looked out. The skies were darkening and snow was now covering the ground. Several droplets of virgin blood lay on the pristine whiteness. Oh god, the girl should have cleaned up a little before leaving. She could have at least put on her panties. Looking down, I suddenly became aware of the feminine undergarment still hanging on its cock-rack. Closing the door, I held Debbie's panties up in the flickering firelight. Just like my shrinking cock, the sheer, lacy underwear was wet from drippy cum and blood. I knew these panties would require several washing in order to prevent permanent staining. But no, I wasn't going to wash them at all. I was going to keep them 'as is', as a reminder of this day. Hanging the girlie-girl panties near the fire to dry, I thought about how strange it was that I had dipped my cock into a pussy I hadn't even seen. Why, come to think of it, I hadn't seen any of that sweet Scout Leader's body except for her hair, her pretty face, and a glimpse of her tantalizingly seductive slim legs! Laughing at myself, I said aloud, "I guess that's what you call putting your 'cock' before the horse!" To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts, for Literotica.

 The Demure Sex-Maniac WifeWhen Ed met Elena, he knew she had a few secrets.Based on posts by Total Turn On. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.As they say, it was a whirlwind affair.Marriage happened after just three months. Even our most cynical friends, tossing confetti over us as we left the register office, had to admit we were made for each other.The only person with any doubts was me.Not because I doubted our relationship. I knew Elena loved me; and I, her.I just doubted myself.Elena was not just out of my league. She wasn't even playing the same game.Don't get me wrong. I've fucked beautiful women. But often this was at the end of the night, as the club was clearing out. In simple terms, I'm not the kind of guy to be a first choice for women like Elena. My experiences had proved I was more of an acceptable second or third choice, depending on whatever else was available.I didn't complain.Those women whom I'd loved in the past, I had thought were beautiful, of course. But I knew the difference between what I appreciated, and what the rest of the world considered beautiful and sexy.Elena was both. She turned the heads of guys when she walked into a room. She made other women frown.I thought she was achingly beautiful, with a body designed by God to show others how good they can be.Ever had that jealous look from other guys, when you're with your woman? Yeah, I saw that a lot.Elena knew what she had, of course. But this is the best thing: She ignored it. She was vivacious, and fun to be around. Women might frown initially, but it was impossible not to like her, after a few minutes of talking to her.And I loved her from the moment I saw her profile on a dating app. She had just moved into the area, she had written. She had no friends. No boyfriend, even. Happy to meet people just to show her around. Or maybe more?I saw that that she'd selected hook-ups as a relationship option. That'd be nice, I guessed. But I didn't pay much attention to it.It would become important later.I swiped right. Astonishingly, she did too. We chatted. Flirted a little. I said I'd show her around her new town.And I did. We became tourists in our city. We agreed to meet on Lake Street and Wabash, near the El Train platform. Our walking tour focused on the Chicago attractions and historic attractions.At the end of the day we had a brief meal. And then, walked back to the train platform where several movies romanticized the city life. With a peck on my cheek by way of thanks, she caught the train back home, about 2 miles north.That, I thought, was it. A great day with a great woman. I took another train to the west, about 10 blocks.Great conversation. I should be happy for the opportunity. I'd give it the requisite day or two and then message her. But I wasn't optimistic.I'd barely been able to take my eyes of her amazing body, during our date. I began to enjoy walking behind her and watching her ass. I enjoyed sitting opposite her as we had coffee and catching occasional glances at her incredible cleavage, and imagining the dangling tits she had strapped in her thin bra.It was almost funny how outrageously sexual she was. She just had it, whatever it was. Sensuality oozed from her being.A Second Opportunity.Later that evening following our date, I had my cock in my hand and was scrolling through photographs on her dating app profile when a message appeared from her:"You’ve been a delightful escort, today. And a fine gentleman. Want to come over for some wine?"“Well, yes. I certainly would.”We didn't get to drink any wine. This became clear as soon as she opened the door with a smile that I'll never forget.She took my hand and led me upstairs.We undressed.And then we fucked. Hurriedly and hotly. I hadn't had pussy for a few months and, evidently, she hadn't had cock for some time, either.It was basic, missionary sex. There had been the presence of foreplay but, as my hand had explored her body, she had whispered in my ear: "Fuck me now."She came within less than a minute, and then again 30 seconds later. I filled the condom at the same time. We lay in the darkness until she said, "You know, this connection might become serious."We saw each other daily. I couldn't wait until my working day was over and we met up. We both worked near the Chicago River district.We fucked relentlessly. If she stayed overnight, I became used to being woken up by her tongue swirling around my cock. Sometimes we fucked in that lazy morning way, too. Sometimes she simply milked me with her mouth, greedily gulping down my sperm.And that's the thing. She was a natural when it came to sex. She just had skills. She knew exactly how to give somebody pleasure. To give me pleasure. And, to be fair. I knew how to return the favor. I woke her up some mornings with my lips against her soft pussy. I loved the taste of her. With my fingers inside her, fucking her wetness, I loved being in control of her orgasms. She loved my condominium. We had more privacy and liberty to fuck, than if I went to the apartment she shared with her co-worker.I'm getting ahead of myself.We fucked like all the couples do when they first meet. Nothing spectacular. Nothing acrobatic. Just enjoying each other's bodies. Fucking from behind, cowgirl, spooning...She was always keen to unexpectedly treat me by getting on her knees in front of me in any room in the house. I loved when, as we watched a movie in the evening, she slouched on the sofa and gave me access to explore her pussy with my tongue (I didn't want to watch the crummy movie, anyway!).And explore I did, taking my time, and making her cum into the double digits.We got married, as I've mentioned. She moved in.I thought I had won at the game of life.Nobody can complain about the intensity of an orgasm, but when you love somebody, the pleasure is multiplied a million times. Staring into the eyes of your soulmate as your head nearly explodes with pleasure, and you feel them pulsing against your cock as they feel the same thing, is surely one of life's ultimate offerings.I was hard whenever I saw her naked, unless my cock was still wet from her pussy; and at that point I was at least thinking about going again, even if my cock wasn't ready to respond yet.She matched me, move for move. She wanted all I could give her. More, maybe.For example, once we were getting ready to go out. She was pulling up her dress, with that always-funny difficulty of pulling the tight fabric over the rump of her peachy ass. Who doesn't love that?I sat back in bed, leisurely watching her, my hand idly stroking the achingly hard almost eight inches of my manhood.With a smile she ordered me to lie back, and then squatted on my cock and rode me until we both came.Then, and after wiping up my cum as it dribbled down her leg, she went back to getting dressed.But there was a problem.A Problem.Let me talk briefly about Chrissie.She was the one before Elena.Something similar to the above had happened. We'd been getting ready to go out. Chrissie had been putting on her underwear. I had been watching her from the bed, slowly stroking my cock.Chrissie had seen me. She too had smiled when, sitting in front of her dressing table, she had put the finishing touches to her lip gloss.But here's where things were different.I walked over to her, put my hand on the back of her head, and fucked her mouth. I told her to look up at me as I did so. Saliva dribbled from her mouth and, once or twice, she gagged as I pushed deep down her throat. It wasn't long until I came. I held her head as I pumped cum down her throat. I could feel her desperately swallowing.I pulled my cock out and she gasped for air. Saliva and sperm were dribbling out of her mouth and onto her generous tits."Fuck it, I'll have to do my make-up again!" she said. She certainly would. Her mouth was seriously messed-up and her eyes had been streaming.I slapped my cock against her cheeks, then pushed the tip against her lips. She licked the final drops of cum from my cock."What do you say?" I asked."Thank you," she said.Chrissie had been deeply submissive. In case it isn't clear, I am dominant.I'm not mad crazy about this side of me. I don't even define myself as being a sexually dominant guy. It's just something that arises during sex, and that I enjoy.In fact, my relationship with Chrissie had ended because I wasn't dominant enough.I didn't want to accompany her to BDSM clubs and flog her ass cheeks while others watched.Sometimes I just wanted a romantic evening with a cozy little fuck at the end.Nine times out of 10, Chrissie would say; “I want to be treated like the nasty slut I am."Folks, it was very, tiring. Chrissie was a freak. I wasn't.The Contrast of Elena.Back to Elena. Months into our marriage, and she had no idea of this side of me. Our sex had been; Straightforward. Fun, yes. Intense, yes. But nothing outside the scope of what most people consider ordinary, nowadays.To be frank, I didn't dare introduce this side myself to Elena. I couldn't risk losing her.Things were about to change.There were a few things that, well, had never quite added up about Elena.The first was that she was a woman without a past. It wasn't that she hid anything. But she had turned up in my town and, essentially, begun a new life. She had previously lived in San Diego.She did have boyfriends before me, of course. She talked about a guy called Alex. There had been a guy called Thomas, if I recall correctly.She'd lived with Alex for a few years. It was partly because of a breakup that she had moved. I didn't press her for details, of course. What's past, has passed, I thought. Or at least I did back then.The second thing that didn't quite add up was more serious.She didn't give up her dating app account after we started our relationship.About a month after we'd met, and were well into our relationship, I opened the dating app to delete my account. I was pretty sure I wouldn't need it again.And there was Elena. She had logged into her account that same day. Her profile pictures had changed since the last time I'd viewed her account, too. There was even one photograph I'd taken of her.I asked her about it. She said she still talked to a handful of people she'd matched with. Just via the text chat feature. She wasn't using the app for hook-ups. It was just some guys she'd known for a while. It was nice to speak to people, she said, especially considering she was new to the area and had yet to make many real-life friends.She said some of the guys had first started chatting to her around the same time she had met me. But all she did was banter with them. It just like people chat to their mates on WhatsApp or Telegram. She talked about TV. Or stuff happening in the world. One guy had recommended a restaurant she and I had visited.It was good, innocent fun.Had she fucked any of these guys? She refused to answer, telling me that it was all in her past. Seeing that I was annoyed, she said she would delete her account just like I had done.I watched from across the room as she did so. She flashed the phone screen at me and showed me that "User not found" appeared when she tried to login again.OK. Fine. I put the matter behind me and didn't think about it until months later, after we had got married.I had got used to her phone buzzing a lot with notifications. It was just old friends, she would tell me. From back home. Or work colleagues. Often she would spend five or ten minutes chatting to them in the evening.She didn't text them when I could see her screen, though.Her phone was configured not to show anything on the lock screen, other than that she had received a message of some kind. So, even if I glanced at her phone, it didn't reveal anything.But my suspicions didn't go away. Not at all.One evening, some months after we were married, she told me she wanted to have an early night. I was watching TV and wanted to stay up, so we kissed, and she went upstairs.I don't know why, but I felt things weren't right. After ten minutes I thought I'd just go to bed with her and read until I felt sleepy.Once upstairs I could hear her. Or should I say, I could her the low buzz of her vibrator.Folks, I knew she masturbated. Of course she did. She knew that I did, too. If I went away for work, we would FaceTime and masturbate together. But it wasn't a regular thing we did. We both kept our wanking to ourselves.The bedroom door was mostly closed that evening. I could see her through a crack. One hand was under the duvet, presumably holding the vibrator against her clitoris.Her other hand was holding her phone. Initially I thought maybe she was watching porn.She was texting somebody. She tapped out a message with her thumb, then when the response came back, she smiled, and. Well, then she intensified her pleasure with the vibrator, teasing herself, taking herself closer to orgasm.This was the pattern. She'd text. Smile at the response, or even let out laughter. Then she'd close her eyes and give herself pleasure.Eventually it became too much because, with a shudder, she reached a quiet orgasm. Then she smiled as she texted one final time before she put the vibrator and phone away, switched off the light, and settled down to sleep.Back downstairs, I wondered what I'd just witnessed. Who was this guy she was texting. Alex? Thomas? Some guy off the dating app?I've love to say it had made me hard but it hadn't. I was way too pissed off.Half an hour later, following a little deep breathing to try and calm myself, I'd gone up to bed myself. After I got under the duvet, she spooned me. Then she reached around, as she so often did, to feel for my cock."My pussy's so wet," she said, sleepily. "I've been waiting for you to come to bed."I moved on top of her without saying a word. Yeah, there was no doubt she was wet. My cock slipped inside with zero effort. I was still angry. It perhaps became clear in the way I fucked her, my cock pumping deep inside her pussy.She seemed taken aback by my energy. She orgasmed, then said, "Cum in me."I was just so annoyed. I wasn't about to do anything she asked for. Instead, I pulled out and, within seconds, sent spurts of cum up her stomach.Again, she was surprised to the point of being shocked. But she smiled and said, "That was different!"It might sound crazy but this was the first time that, following sex, I had cum outside her pussy. I always came inside her. Either inside her pussy, or in her mouth when she gave me oral.Chrissie had been the opposite. There wasn't an inch of that woman that I hadn't splattered with sperm.As I said earlier, sex was different with Elena. It was just much more; traditional.Returning from the bathroom after toweling herself dry, Elena gave me a peck on the cheek, and fell asleep near instantly.What the fuck had happened?The next day I knew that I had to somehow see her phone. I needed to know who this guy was. Hell, I had a right to know. Who was it who was bringing off my wife behind my back? I didn't care if this was over text chat, or if he was standing behind her, balls deep in her cunt.The opportunity arose about a week after thankgiving.Elena left the house for work, but I found her phone on the kitchen counter top.The screen was locked, of course. She had never shared the passcode with me.But I could plug it into her laptop. That didn't need a password. Once plugged in it would sync her messages and media. And I could then see them.I phoned in sick to my employer.My heart was pounding as I attached the USB cable.I knew I shouldn't be doing it. I knew I might be ending our relationship with what I discovered. If nothing else, the betrayal of trust of me hacking her phone and seeing her private messages could irreversibly damage our relationship.But I had to know who this guy was.Sync 100%. Complete.I clicked to open the chat app on the laptop.Messages from Maria, her manager at work. Nothing interesting.Messages from her dentist about getting a checkup.Her car insurance was about to expire. I should remind her about that.And then, there it was in the list at the left.Several male names. Mark. Alex. James.I clicked on Mark.I didn't need to read the chat. It was obvious what was being discussed from the thumbnails of photos in the chat.Naked flesh. People fucking.I click on one of the thumbnails. It opens full screen.The text message attached to it says: "Remember this?"The words are followed by a devil emoji.Elena's face is on the left of the photo, her eyes closed. A huge spurt of cum is captured in the shot, flying out from a cock belonging to a guy at the right.The cum is about to splash against Elena's red lips.Her hair is different. Shorter. This is some time ago.I sit gazing at the photo. I feel dazed. I have never cum on Elena's face. I've thought about it so many times.Then I realized something. The photo was taken by a third person. The way Elena and the guy are shown, means it couldn't have been taken by the guy himself. Or even Elena.I closed the photo and double-click another thumbnail.A close-up of Elena's head, with two cocks pushing against her lips. The text message caption: "You're an Incredible cock sucker!"I close the photo and open another.This one's taken by a guy fucking Elena from behind, his cock half way inside Elena's pussy.She's bent over. In front of her, is another guy, and it's clear she has his cock in her mouth. The text message caption: "I want this again!"I see a video file in the list. I take a deep breath and double-click to open it full screen.It's like I'm there in the room with them. Mobile phones just have incredible picture quality nowadays.Elena is on a bed, riding a guy, cowgirl. We're seeing her from behind. It's definitely her, though. I know that body so well.The phone briefly pans down to show the cock of the guy holding the phone. The guy who's recording the movie.He slathers this lengthy cock with some kind of lube and strokes it a few times.There's a moment of camera shake and confusion, until the image stabilises. The guy is kneeling behind Elena, who's still riding the same guy from before.She's bent forward.The guy slowly pushes his cock into Elena's asshole.She releases a deep groan.I know that sound. I've heard it from Elena so many times.The guy starts fucking Elena's arse, as she continues to ride the guy she's straddling.From what he's saying, the cameraman is clearly enjoying it.He pans the camera away from his cock sliding in and out of her asshole.My heart skips a beat.There's a third guy. He comes over and offers his cock to Elena's mouth."Yeah!" says the guy holding the phone. "Spit roast and a cock for every hole!"Elena makes a positive response; an Um, to agree with him.I feel dreamlike.The video continues. All three guys fuck Elena.They use her.I want to stop the video playing. Put the laptop away. Forget about what I've seen.But I can't. I can't look away.It's only when I hear somebody behind me that I hit the pause button.I turn my head to look.It's Elena."What are you doing?" said Elena.I'll be honest here. It was pretty obvious what I was doing.I was sitting on the sofa, using her laptop. Frozen on its screen, in a paused video, was Elena. She was riding a guy, while the guy holding the phone and recording it all had his cock in her asshole. A third guy was at her mouth, offering his cock.I had been watching all this, dazed and confused, not knowing what to think; Until she unexpectedly returned home.In reality, what Elena was saying was: "What the fuck?"She didn't say another word but, instead, ran upstairs.I ran after her and discovered her in the bedroom, heaving a suitcase out of the wardrobe, after which she began throwing clothes into it."I can explain." I said.But I really couldn't."I'm sorry," I continued."How could you do that?" said Elena, with tears in her eyes. "All of; What's on my phone is private.""You're having an affair."She looked at me as if I were insane."I have never been unfaithful to you! Not now we're married. Not when we were dating.""I saw you. The other night in bed. Chatting to somebody and masturbating."She looked crushed."That's not an affair. That was; It was an old friend. That's all. From a relationship a long time ago."I sat on the bed. She stopped throwing clothes into the suitcase and stood with her head in her hands."Those photos and videos?" I said."I'm so sorry," she replied, again with tears in her eyes. "It must be so upsetting for you to see such; Such disgusting things."She sat beside me."You're such a sweet, innocent guy," she continued. "I hoped you'd never see me like that."I couldn't find the words to reply. Innocent? Me?I had once tied my former girlfriend to a bondage horse and used her pussy like a fleshlight, feeling her butt plug pressing against my cock as I pounded her... All while 100 people watched our webcam at a swinger's website.And that had been one of the gentler sessions that Chrissie had demanded.Was it possible that Elena and I had spent the last six months together and that, throughout that time, she hadn't understood who I was; and what really turns me on?Yes, I realized. It really was possible. And I her. I had no idea she had this side to her. But the thought of it made my heart loop the loop.When we met we had fallen in love instantly. It had felt like we'd known each other forever. It had been like we were made for each other.But we had lifetimes worth of experiences that we hadn't even begun to share.Until that point."Who is he?" I asked."Which one?"I laughed. Okay, that might've been insensitive but it was all I could do."Mark. I think he's the one I clicked on. The guy holding the camera in... Well, in I guess what can only be described as a gang bang.""He's my ex. He's why I'm here in this part of the country. It just became too intense. We took things too far. He's a part of my life that; I'm ashamed of."In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I figured I'd carry on playing the innocent."What was the straw that broke the camel's back?" I asked.Elena looked at the floor."He would take me to clubs. He'd find other men who would use me. It wasn't just him. It was me. I needed to be used. It's hard to explain."My cock was hard. I began to rub it, pressed as it was against the fabric of my trousers. Elena gazed at it."Use you in what ways?" I continued."Having sex with me," she said quietly.It was clear she didn't understand what was going on at that moment. To be fair, I'm not sure I did, either."One man at a time? Or many men?""Just Mark and the other guy. We had to do it in the toilet cubicle at the nightclub or we'd get thrown out. It was pretty difficult to get any more than three people in there. Sometimes guys would stand on the toilet in the cubicle next door and watch, though.""I need to use you right now," I said. "Unzip my trousers."She did so, and pulled out my cock. I was so hard it almost hurt."I'm going to use your mouth and then I'm going to cum on your face," I said.Elena nodded.I reached up and pulled her head down on my cock.She swallowed me easily, like she had many times before.After all, this wasn't the first time she'd sucked my cock. Not at all.But this time I'd held her head with both hands and began thrusting, fucking her mouth."I'm not innocent Elena," I said, grunting with the pleasure. "Our sex life has been amazing. But I've thought about doing so much more. I'm so glad you're; Er."Her head lifted off my cock and she gasped."A filthy slut?" she suggested.I guided her head to mine and kissed her deeply. I could taste my own precum."I love you more than anything," I said."I love you too, so much!" she replied, with half a smile."Sit on the floor against the bed," I said.She did so, leaning her head against the mattress.I stood above her and began stroking my cock."Let me see your tits," I said.She began unbuttoning her white work blouse."Tear it open," I continued.She did so. It was ruined. But neither of us cared about it at that moment.I felt an orgasm building."I've fantasized about this so much," I said, my breathing becoming irregular."Give it to me. All over my face.""Put your tongue out."She did so. I stroked my cock rapidly until I couldn't hold back.Hot white cum shot out of my cock, striping her face and hair. She winced slightly as it splashed against her.It felt as if I hadn't cum for weeks; but we'd fucked only the previous night.Six, seven, eight spurts shot out.Once done, I offered my cock to her mouth. She took it inside and licked it clean, and I felt the slipperiness of my own cum in her mouth.She looked up at me. Her face was ruined with my sperm, which dripped down her face onto her tits. She licked around her mouth, taking some in to swallow, before looking up at me with the one eye that wasn't sealed shut by cum.“We need to talk," she said, with a smile. "Oh Ed, I’m so fucking horny for your cock in my ass. I need to be spanked, and you need to bite my nipples harder, when you screw me. I need to fuck you in the park, and up on the rooftop. I need you to let us make our own videos, for me to wank off to, when I’m at work.” I need you to pour a cast replica of your wonderful cock, so I can make a dildo of your glorious phallus. I’m going to redo my Christmas wish list, because I miss my butt plugs and need some bigger ones. Plus, I need nipple clamps. I need some fantasy lingerie, so I can roleplay so, so many fantasies that are bottled up inside me.”She got up from the floor and laid on our bed, she was on her back with her head hanging over the side. Without a word, she pulled me over and lined up my revitalized cock to her open mouth and throat. With both hands reaching around my asscheeks, she pressed my cock into her throat. Her lips squeezed the base of my shaft and she began pistoning my cock in and out of her warm wet orifice.I synced up with her rhythm and took over the initiative.  She was soon going pale from lack of air, and her mascara was smeared onto my ballsack, so I partially withdrew.Catching her breath, she continued to firmly rub my cock tip with her strong tongue.After perhaps a minute, she was  ready to devour me. I reached down to steady myself, and I grabbed a tit in each hand. I began hard, fast fucking while my fingers pinched her rock-hard nipples.  In less than a minute, I was injected my cream down her esophagus. Her two hands were down her panties, and her hips were madly twerking as her orgasm flooded over her.I forced her into sexual submission, and she loved it.“I’ve secretly been a naughty girl, Ed. I need discipline. Can you do that for me, Ed? Please?”Still drained from the intensity of the orgasm, I agreed.Based on posts by Total Turn On for Literotica.

Offers I Couldn't Refuse: Part 2 My Wife’s Mob Kin Folk. Offers I Couldn't Refuse: Part 1. Ditzy Donna and Ralphie's first Christmas. Based on a post by Kirk 48 2002, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected. There was a crash in the living room and Paulie Toucan's head popped in the semi open door. "Hey you love birds, where you want the tree?" Three more heads looked around the door. Donna and I scrambled for our clothes. "Don't get dressed on my account," said the pickpocket. "Don't you believe in knocking? What broke out there?" I asked, shielding Donna from their gaze as she got decent. "Did something break?" asked the stupid looking one. "I heard something smash," I replied, pushing my way out to the living room. There was the tree, or part of the tree sitting in the room on top of my glass top coffee table that now was in a thousand pieces. The top part of the tree was still out the door in the hallway and out the common entry door. "I thought you said you were going to cut it," I said furiously. "We are. We needed to measure first. Okay boys, start measuring," Toucan said. "Why didn't you leave it outside until it was cut?" asked Donna, now fully dressed. "We're not gonna cut it outside and wake everybody up. That wouldn't be nice," said the one that looked smarter than he probably was. "Look what you did to my table!" I shouted. "Shush. you'll wake the neighbors," said Stupid. "We need to cut it right here," said the pickpocket, putting the measuring tape away. Toucan dug a circular saw out from under three and plugged it in. I didn't think it would be any louder than a vacuum cleaner, but I didn't count on it being one from hell. "What's this thing made of, it won't cut," shouted Paulie. He tried again and smoke started wafting up from the tree trunk, but as far as cutting it, not a scratch. "That's a new blade, I just put it on before we came over," screamed the smart looking one over the din. I noticed that we were getting an audience at the doorway. I looked outside and could see more and more lights going on the other buildings as the saw wailed on. Sure enough, one of our township's finest was suddenly standing in my place with his arms crossed. That's usually not a good sign. Paulie noticed the man in dark blue and said, "Hi Tony. You want to take a look at this thing. I can't get it to cut." "Shit, somebody called the cops," I complained. "Nobody called this in, I heard it, driving by." He turned his attention to Paulie. "Why are you doing this at three o'clock in the morning?" "This was supposed to be a one and done deal, as a favor to the little lady," he replied, pointing to Donna. "But it won't cut." He kicked the tree. "Let me see the thing," said Tony. "Pull the plug and get me a screwdriver. Who put the blade on this thing?" "I did," said the smart-looking one, all proud of himself. "You're an idiot," stated the cop, as if it were as plain as the nose on Toucan's face. See, I called that one. "You put it on backwards." Tony made the switch and said, "Plug it in and try that." Paulie tried again, and the saw cut through the tree like a hot knife through butter. "Hey, thanks Tony," said Toucan. "You done making noise now?" Tony asked. "Yep, all done," I said, wishing everyone would go away. Tony left, and eventually so did the crowd. Between the six of us, we managed to get the tree up, transfer the decorations, the lights, and clean up the shattered coffee table. Paulie asked the boys to wait for him outside and turned his attention back to us. "Sorry about the screw up, tonight. As far as the table goes, I'll find you another," he said to me. "Now young lady, is there anything else I can do for you, this morning?" "I was wondering. Do you have any idea where my dad is? I haven't heard from him since my mom and him split up. She says she doesn't have a clue where he is," she said, sounding depressed. "She doesn't? Huh," he replied, rubbing his chin. "I'll put out some feelers, and see what I can find out." "Thanks for even trying," said Donna, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "No problem. My pleasure," he said. Then he turned to me. "Try not to be such a douche bag," he said and left. I was tired; but before I headed to the bedroom, I looked at the tree. "It really turned out nice." "I knew it would," Donna said, stifling a yawn. "I'm going to bed." Attic Treasures and Tales. "Junior!" Pop shouted, breaking Ralphie's concentration. "Did you find the box of ornaments?" "Yeah Pop, here." he said handing the box down the ladder. "Your Mother will be relieved that you found it. What are you doing up here?" Ralph Senior asked. "You told me to go through all the boxes before we donate them. I found some of my old grade school stuff, and was looking it over, that's all." "Are these the boxes that are going to the Goodwill?" he asked, looking up through the hatchway. "Yeah, here you go," Junior said, passing them along to his dad. Settling back under the light, he continued to read. Christmas Eve. "Ralph get up!" I'd just closed my eyes. Why does my groin hurt? "Ralph, you promised to take me to the store so we could be first in line!" "What time is it?" I asked, trying to focus my eyes. "It's five-thirty, come on!" she said, shaking me. "Five-thirty...am?" "Come on, let's go!" she said, waving a cup of coffee under my nose. Last Day of shopping. It was still dark out when we stood in front of JC Pennys and it was cold. At least they were opening early. The parking lot was filling fast and the crowd was growing. I felt bad for whoever it was, that going to open that door. "I can't wait to get you your present," she said. "Don't go spending your money on me," I answered, watching my breath float away. "Are you kidding, look at this wad of cash," she said, waving her money in the air. "Put that away, are you nuts?" I barked, looking to see if anyone noticed. A short, balding man in glasses, was at the door. "Now, I want everyone to take it easy coming in," he shouted through the glass. "There's plenty of everything for everyone." He turned the lock and just barely made it out of the way as Donna and the crowd lunged forward. "Take your time!" he shouted, which had exactly the reverse effect. Checking Out. By nine o'clock, we were working on our second round of stuff, and Donna didn't seem to show any sign of slowing down. Everything she bought was on sale or closeout. She was very good at stretching a buck. "How much cash do you have?" I whispered into her ear. "About four-twenty," she answered. "Taxes killed me." "How much do you think is in here," I asked, meaning the carts. "If my math is right, about seventy five," she replied. "How much more do you need to get?" I asked, having lost track of this person, and that aunt. "I think I'm about done except for wrapping supplies," she replied. She loaded the second cart with wrap, bows, ribbon, tags, and tape and headed toward the checkout line. "I still have to get your present, that's going to require me doing it alone. If you want to, we can split up now." "Do you need the car?" I asked. "If it's okay with you," she replied. "Okay," I said. "I'll meet you out front in an hour. Is that enough time?" I asked, handing her money to cover my stuff in the carts. "Yep, I know what I'm getting." We parted ways and I headed right back to the coat section. Donna was still wearing the same coat and sweater that she wore in ninth grade and they were well past their prime. Thanks to my snooping, I knew her sizes, and soon I'd picked out a few blouses, and a new pair of jeans; to go along with the coat and sweater. They also had pajamas on sale, with matching robe and slippers. Perfect. I was set; and soon outside waiting for her. It was only a few minutes before she pulled up. "All done?" we asked in unison. I tossed the bag in the back seat and Donna drove us home. Wrapping Up and Sucking Off. I wasn't much help to Donna when we got home. I brought one load of gifts in, and flopped on the bed. I must have been dead to the world, because I never even noticed Donna lie down next to me, and cover us with a blanket. When I woke, Donna was an inch away from my face; snoring like a drunken sailor. As I glanced out the window, I noticed three things; One was that it was getting dark out, two it was snowing, and three, Paulie Toucan was waving at me on the other side of the glass. When he saw that he had my attention, he motioned to me to open the window. I did. "Hey Douche Bag, I got that table I told ya about," he said, then blow in his hands. "That fast?" I asked. "I told ya last night it was no problem. Different size packages fall off the back of trucks all the time. So, ah, ya gonna let us in, or do we just stuff it through the window?" he asked, shaking from the cold. I opened the front door, and he and Paulie Asshole carried it in. It was an elegant looking mahogany, glass top coffee table. It was a light year better than my old one. Words escaped me. "I don't know what to say." "Fuckin' figures," said Asshole. "There's no need to say anything, but a simple thank you would be nice, Douche Bag." Toucan said. "Thank you. Now, why do you keep calling me that?" I asked. "What?" asked Paulie Toucan, looking at Paulie Asshole as if he really didn't know. "You know, Douche Bag," I replied. "That's your name, isn't it?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "No, it's Ralph." "I thought it was his name," he said; and turned toward Asshole, "Didn't you think it was his name?" "Yeah, I thought it fuckin' fit him perfect," Asshole replied. "Well, I hate to break up this magic moment here, but we got to get back to the tree lot. Say hello to your sweetheart for me; and tell her I passed on the word about her pop," and out they went. After admiring my new table, I went to check on Donna. She was sitting up on the bed wanting to know what was going on. I told her about the table, and about Paulie's message. That put her in a good mood. "How are you feeling?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay." "I mean down there," she said pointing at my groin. "Oh, it's still kind of sore," I replied, not kidding around. "Let's have a look," she said, tugging at my belt. She pulled my pants and underwear down. "Uh oh." "Uh oh what?" I said looking down. She turned on the desk lamp and I saw the 'uh oh'. I was black and blue from the base of little Ralphie, up to an inch from my navel. "Do you feel okay other than just being sore?" she asked, not sure whether to laugh or cry. "It doesn't hurt much other than to touch it. I don't think we'll be, you know," I said, making humping motions with my hands, "Any time soon." "Does this still work?" she asked tapping mini me. She got her answer quickly. "You got hurt yesterday and didn't get to enjoy it. I'm going to do something I never did before. I don't know if I'm going to like it or not, but I'm willing to give it a shot, considering I'm the one that injured you." She reached over and put on her Groucho glasses. "If I were you, I'd really try to enjoy this; because it might be the only time I ever do it." She pulled me close to the bed and took my cock in her mouth. Never taking her hands off my thighs, she used just her lips and tongue over the head and top of the shaft. The feeling was silky, soft, and it kind of tickled. At first, I thought that I could last forever because there was little or no friction. I tried to look down and watch her, but her hair was blocking the view. I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself like she suggested. Just as I was about to tell her that nothing was going to happen, a strange tingling sensation started on the underside and base of  ‘little Ralphie.’ It slowly moved up to the tip like a slow burning fuse. My thighs shook and I gasped, as a jet blasted out and caught Donna off guard. She pulled her mouth off me, gagged, and coughed. What was still down there shot out on her cheeks and neck. "I'm sorry!" I said, grabbing her some tissues. "I think it might be a while before we try that again," she replied between coughs. Food and Drink. Monday, before I came home, I went across the bridge to Jersey and got myself a six-pack of Miller and a bottle of pink wine for Donna. She was busy cooking food for Christmas Day, including a big boneless ham. All we had to do was stick the stuff back in the oven to heat it up and eat. There was enough food there to last us the rest of the week; which was kind of nice, since we were both off until the Monday after. As the ham and casseroles cooled in the kitchen, we went to separate rooms to wrap our presents. Tuesday was Christmas Eve and we both had work until six. When I got home Donna was already there having only two blocks to walk. "Want to go out to eat?" she asked. "I don't think anything's open," I replied. "The Ho-Wah is open," she said; whipping out a pair of chopsticks. Ten minutes later, we were sitting in the Ho-Wah, an authentic Chinese restaurant that was considered the place to go on a date, to impress the girl. I didn't need to impress Donna, I needed to feed her and quick. There weren't many people in the place, but more customers were filing in as we waited for our server. Donna had started to munch on the noodles at the table, dipping them in hot mustard. "You gotta try this," she said, scooping in some more. "That's a little too hot for me," I said, dipping mine in duck sauce. "Hello," said an attractive middle-aged Asian woman. "Would you like our special for two, tonight?" A beautiful Siamese cat sat on the floor next to her. "That sounds good; also we want a pu pu platter," I said, feeling extra hungry. "Pu pu not on special," she stated. "I know, we want the special and the pu pu platter," I repeated, thinking I wasn't being clear. "Pu pu not with special, you must pay extra," she said. "I understand. I'll pay extra for the pu pu platter." "Pu pu for two is not cheap." "Okay, forget the pu pu," I said in defeat. "You get pu pu. I already wrote it down, see?" she said stuffing the ticket in my face. "Okay, we'll take the pu pu platter." She glared at me. "You want pu pu or not?" "Yes!" I barked back. She turned around shouted something in Mandarin. The guy working the wok said, "Pu pu for two!" The man chopping vegetables shouted, "Pu pu for two!" The fellow cleaning the litter box yelled, "Pu pu for two!" The lady served us our tea and the cat took turns rubbing mine and Donna's legs. Dinner and the pu pu platter came while Donna and I made small talk. The conversation eventually led to her father. "I still have no idea why he dropped off the face of the Earth like that. I mean, just because he and my mom didn't get along any more, didn't mean he had to stop talking to me. I always thought we were close, but I guess I was wrong," she said, finishing her plate. I didn't have any words of wisdom for her. My parents were only five minutes away and I saw them twice a week. I had no basis for comparison. She had little to say after that, and we finished our meal and headed home. Squatters Scram. As we walked in, I noticed something not quite right, namely Jim trying desperately to get out the living room window. "Stop!" I shouted. Jim pulled his head back through the opening. "What are you doing here?" I said, trying to sound as irritated as I actually was. I really didn't need to ask, with him trying to hold up his pants, but I wanted to hear him say it. "Funny you should ask that," he said, buckling his belt. "My friend needed to use a bathroom and we just happened to be in the neighborhood," he explained while Shaky waved to us from outside. I wandered into the bedroom and it was a wreck. "That's it! Both of you get your asses in there and fix it up! Now!" I hollered, pushing Jim done the hall. Donna yanked Shaky back through the window and shoved her toward Jim. I stood in the doorway with my hands on my hips watching the two. "Change the sheets on the bed." "They ate the ham!" shouted Donna from the kitchen. "You two ate a ten pound boneless ham? That was supposed to last me and Donna until the weekend!" I asked astonished. "We were hungry," said Shaky. "What, like Fred and Wilma Flintstone?" I looked back toward the kitchen and asked, "Is there anything else missing?" Donna looked around the corner and sheepishly replied, "They got your six-pack of Miller too." Jim and Shaky were done with the bedroom, and stood there; like two kids, knowing a spanking was coming. I pointed to the front door, grit my teeth and said, "Get out. I don't want to ever see either one of you again." They both stood there. "Get out!" They went quickly and silently. I may never see Shaky again, but something tells me that I haven't seen the last of Jim. "What does that leave us with, in there?" I asked, feeling low. Around the corner of the kitchen, a potato with her Groucho glasses on and forks stuck in for legs with Donna's voice said, "Well, they didn't touch any of the stuff I made to go with the ham. We could make sandwiches tomorrow and get another ham on Thursday. You can make another run across the bridge for your beer too. We both have the rest of week off, so it won't matter that much." "I guess," I said to Mr. Potato head. Donna came out of the kitchen and gave me a hug. "Let's put the presents under the tree." There was one heck of a lot of presents sitting there, when we were done. It almost made the tree look less immense. She grabbed the potato guy and held it up to my face. "I'm tired. Want to go to bed?" "Are we going to have sex? I don't think I can take any pounding tonight," I said as a reminder. "I'll go easy on you, but wait here until I call you in," she said, skipping into the bedroom. 'I hope I don't have to do Mr. Potato head too,' I thought. "Okay, come on in," I heard her say through the closed door. I heard bells jingle. 'Oh boy...' There she stood, dressed as Kris Kringle; complete with boots and hat with jingle bells on the top. Well, she wasn't completely dressed like him; she was bottomless. In the deepest voice she could muster, she said, "Ho, ho, ho. You've been a good boy this year. Tell Santa what you want." "More oral sex?" I asked, hopefully. "Santa takes a pass, try again," she said, shaking her jingles bells at me. I thought for a moment, wondering what we could do, that wasn't going to hurt. Finally I said, "How about I return the favor to you from the other night and then you can give me a," I jerked my hand up and down. "Santa likes the first part but the second needs some work." She hopped on the bed and drew her knees up exposing herself. "Santa says mush!" she commanded. I'd never done this before, but I'd read some adult books that were explicit, as well as educational. I laid down between her legs and kissed her. "Nice," Santa moaned. Her scent was sweet, and not what I expected. I'd always heard that it smelled like fish. Of course, this was Donna, and she wasn't like anyone else. Why should this be any different? I used my tongue to find her clit, and my fingers to expose it fully. I was gentle, because I'd read it was sensitive. "Santa says, you found the mark; now mush, mush!" she said, sounding a lot more like Donna than Santa. 'To hell with being gentle,' I thought as I gunned it. I flicked and jammed my tongue as fast as I could on her button while as she bucked her hips below. "Almost there," she said, grabbing the back of my head and grinding herself on my face. "Yes!" she said; followed by a wail, sounding like she'd just stubbed her toe. "Santa says thanks," she said breathlessly and blew on a party favor. "Now I know what they mean by a 'Holly Jolly Christmas.'" I made a trip to the bathroom to make sure I wasn't bleeding and to remove Santa's pubic hair that was lodged between my teeth. When I returned, Santa had removed 'his' coat, and was displaying perfect 38 double D breasts. I dropped my pants and said, "Why Santa, what beautiful boobs you have." "Ho, ho, ho. Glad you noticed. Come here and lay down," 'he' said, patting the bed. I did what I was told and she produced a small bottle of suntan oil. "It was on your dresser." She poured some on her hand and rubbed it generously over my cock, careful not to touch the bruised area. "No, this is not going to be a handjob," she said shaking her head at me. She finished applying the oil and then oiled up her breasts. Kneeling between my legs and propping herself up on her elbows on either side of me; left her beautiful boobs lying on my groin. "Ho, ho, ho, do you know what to do?" Little Ralphie slid into place and slid back and forth. "Like this, Santa?" "You learn quickly," 'he' answered. It didn't hurt at all, and since I was doing it at my own pace and didn't have to worry about how 'Santa' felt; I was able to enjoy myself. Her breasts were so soft and the look on her face of coming up with something much better than a handjob, excited me even more. Used my hands to cup her breasts and mold them around ‘Little Ralphie’, their soft flesh caressing me with each stroke. My breathing got faster but I slowed my rhythm relishing the imminent explosion to take place. "Santa says show him how much you like this. Make it a big one." I'd nearly slowed to a stop as my toes curled and thigh muscles seized up. One last slow push all the way, a groan, and a blast shot out and hit the wall behind my head. The next mighty jet hit so hard it rebounded back on my face. The remaining projectiles landed on my shoulder and chest. It took a moment to catch my breath and Donna wiggled her boobs over my crotch. "Santa sees you like that," she said. "Wow," was all I could muster. "I got to tell you Ralphie, that was pretty amazing," she said in her own voice, pointing at the wall. All over the world, Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, or whatever name he was known by, was busy sliding down chimneys making dreams come true. We never heard him as we both slept very well that night. Our Christmas Day. When I woke, Donna was already up and the radio was playing Christmas songs. The smell of coffee beckoned me as I put my robe on and headed to the bathroom. When I came out, Donna was standing there holding a Christmas mug brimming with my morning caffeine, and laid a big wet Christmas kiss on me. "I'm going to make a nice breakfast for us, since dinner's gonna suck. Do you want to eat before we open presents, or after?" she asked. "After I guess," I replied, noting that it was already after noon. "That way all we need is to eat light later," I said, explaining my reasoning. I dug out all the things I got for her, and shoved them in her direction. One by one, she opened them, and made a big fuss over each. When she was done, I was thanked with several kisses and hugs. Then she handed me a few things. "I'm still waiting for one of the presents to get here," she said, putting on her new robe and slippers. "Dancing girls?" I asked, kidding. "You want me to dance?" she asked, standing up and twirling around. "Not the right kind of mood music," I joked. "Yeah, it's kind of hard to find the beat to 'Silent Night'." I opened my things, and they were all small stuff; like new combs and a toothbrush. I thanked her and gave her a hug. "Well, I guess I'll start breakfast," she said, looking at the clock and sounding disappointed. As she stood, there was a knock at the door. She started jumping up and down ran to the door. She looked through the peephole and said, "It's here!" She whipped the door open and there stood Paulie Toucan and Paulie Asshole. On the floor in front of them was a large wrapped box with a bulging paper bag sitting on top. "Merry Christmas!" said Toucan. "Yeah, whatever," said Asshole. "Merry Christmas to you guys," Donna said, motioning them in. Toucan handed her the paper bag and then both of them picked up the box and carried it in. "This is for you, Douche Bag," said Asshole. Donna started to close the door but Toucan stopped her. He reached out in the hallway and brought another box in. "This one's for everybody," he said setting the box on the new coffee table. "Holy shit, thank you," I said, wondering what was in the box. "It's not from us, it's from your Sweetie," said Toucan. Then he shrugged, "Maybe we helped a little." "You're never going to believe what's in the bag," said Donna. With these two, I would. "What is it?" "A twelve pound boneless ham," she said, needing two hands to pull it out. "How is that even possible that they knew about the ham from last night?" I asked, stunned. "Your girl asked us over for dinner today when she asked us to help her with this," Toucan said, giving the box a tap with his foot. "We came by last night to drop it off but it sounded like you were having a problem so we waited in the car for things to settle down. When your friend came out, we got the whole story and decided to wait and come back today. In the meantime Paulie here found that on the back dock of the butchers." "Kind of strange that they leave things like that sitting around. Fucks up the profit margin," Asshole said, giving us an economics lesson. "What's that?" I pointed to the gift for everybody. "Oh," said Toucan as he unwrapped it. "Want one?" he asked. It was a whole case of Miller and it was ice cold. I looked at my coffee and back at the beer. "Yes, please!" I replied. "The beer distributor has a fucked up profit margin too," said Asshole. "Excuse me, I'm going to stick this in the oven. Forget breakfast, we're having a Christmas dinner. Don't open that until I come back out!" Donna said, pointing at the big box as she rushed into the kitchen. I asked them to sit and made some small talk. "Are either of you married?" "Nah," Toucan replied. "Fuck that," Asshole stated. "How about girlfriends?" I asked. Toucan shook his head. "What is this, the fuckin' Inquisition?" quipped Asshole. I heard the oven door close. "Okay," said Donna wiping her hands on a towel. "Open 'er up!" The tag said 'To Douche Bag from Your Gal'. Very sentimental. I opened it up and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a brand new 22" Quasar by Motorola. "We just happened to have an extra one and seeing that girlie here was in the market for a TV for you, we gave it to her cheap," said Toucan helping me pull it out of the box. I dragged the TV cart out of the closet, set it up on there, and plugged it in. Even running off the internal antenna the picture was amazing. "Oops, wait," said Asshole, as he produced a screwdriver and pulled the serial number plate off the back of the set. "We don't want to leave anything that would lead back to us," said Toucan, innocently. "Sorry, but your warranty is void," stated Asshole, as he pocketed the plate and screwdriver. "Those things go for around five-hundred bucks. How much did you pay for it?" I whispered in Donna's ear. "Do you really want to know?" she asked. I nodded. "Let's just say that it was probably around what you spent on my clothes." 'Screw the warranty,' I said to myself. Someone pounded on the door. I went to open it and it was Tony the cop. "Merry Christ..." was all I managed to say before he pushed me out of the way. "There you are," Tony sneered, grabbing Toucan and Asshole by the coat. "I've got you dead to rights this time." "What for," asked Toucan, nonplussed. "For fencing stolen goods like that coffee table there." He turned and saw the Quasar. "A semi of these got high jacked a month ago and I'll bet that thing as hot as the table. Lucky for me I just happen to have a list of the serial numbers of the ones on the truck." "You got it all wrong officer. We just came here for some Christmas grub. Help us out here, Roy," asked Toucan. "It's Ralph," I replied. "You're in trouble too, my friend," said Tony. "Receiving stolen property is a serious crime." "Come on, Rudolph, tell him where you got this stuff," pleaded Asshole. "I found the table on the side of the road. It must have fallen off the back of a truck. I guess I was lucky to be the first person by," I lied. "If it fell off a truck, how did the glass top manage to stay unbroken?" his inquiring mind wanted to know. "I was surprised myself. It was still in it's original box and the glass top was packed in Styrofoam and shrink wrap," I said quickly. "How do you explain the TV?" he said, relaxing his grip on the boys. "Donna got it for me for Christmas," I said, nodding in her direction. "Where?" he snapped. "Silos," she lied, never missing a beat. "Let me see the receipt," he said, letting go of both Paulies. "It's taped here on the box," she said, turning it around a few times. "That place is a scam. The employees rip off the place by selling the stuff for cash and pocketing the money. I bet if you look you'll find the serial number's been taken off so it won't track back to them," said Tony, turning the TV to inspect it. "There, see?" he motioned at the spot where it'd been ripped off. "Good luck using the warranty if it breaks down." "I'm sorry, I don't see the receipt right now, but I paid six-hundred and ninety dollars cash for it," lied Donna through her teeth. "Maybe it's in the bedroom." "Forget it. If you paid that much money for this thing, you got ripped off big time. It's an expensive TV but it's only worth about five, maybe five-fifty with a warranty." He snapped his fingers. "Hey, maybe they forgot to get the serial number off the bottom of the box." Both Paulies turned pale as ghosts. Donna shook her head and I held my breath as officer Tony lifted the box to look. "No luck," he said, dropping the box back down. "The box must've been dragged 'cause the label is scuffed off." He raised his head and sniffed the air. "Something smells good." "It's ham," Donna replied. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" "Thanks for the offer, but I have to go check in. My shift's almost over and my wife's got dinner going at home." He headed for the door and stopped. "You two ought not to get involved with these guys," he said, motioning to the Paulies. "They're always up to no good." "Tony, this is Silly Toots' kid," said Toucan. He reached a hand out to her hair. "Donna?" he asked. "Yep, that's me," she said grinning. "I should have recognized you. Nobody has hair like yours. How is your dad?" he asked. "I don't know. I haven't seen or heard from him for a while. My parents broke up," she said, looking away. "I'm sorry to hear that. Look, forget I brought it up. You folks have a good Christmas day," he said and left. The Paulies and I sat on sofa and cranked up the Quasar. "Thanks for the help there, Douche Bag," said Toucan, giving me a thumbs-up. "The same here, Raŭl," said Asshole. The phone rang. "Ralph, could you get it?" asked Donna, as she was juggling casseroles around in the oven. "Who's Ralph?" asked Asshole. Paulie shrugged and shook his head. "Hello." "Hello, this is the operator. I have a long distance person to person call from Silvio Brunner for Donna Brunner being paid for by a third party, is she there?" "Hold on," I answered. I looked at the boys and mouthed the words, 'It's her dad!' Asshole and Paulie winked at each other and shook hands. "Ah, Donna, it's for you," I said, acting like it was a survey. She came out of the kitchen and I turned down the TV for her. I plopped down between the Paulies and we all held our breath. "Hello," she said. "Yes, this is Donna Brunner...Excuse me... Okay, I'll hold..." She looked up at us. We could hear his voice across the room. "Merry Christmas, baby doll. How's my little mop head doing?" Donna immediately started laughing and crying at the same time. I motioned the guys to get their coats and follow me outside. I wanted to leave her to her privacy and they nodded in agreement. We stood out by our cars and the guys lit up. "I needed one of these when Tony was there," said Toucan. "Thanks for not smoking in the apartment. I don't care but it makes Donna sneeze." "She really doesn't know where here father is?" asked Asshole, almost more of a statement than a question. "Don't," Toucan warned Asshole. "The operator said the call was being paid for by a third party." They both started laughing. "Somebody somewhere is gonna find that phone call on their bill next month. They dispute making it, it comes off the bill, and that's that," said Toucan. They smoked another and then Donna stuck her head out the door. "Dinner's ready." Silly Toots. Later that night, Donna told me what happened. It seems that Silvio Brunner and her mother did break-up and not long afterward, Toots was nabbed for running numbers and loan sharking. He was serving a one-year stint in an Arizona correctional facility and didn't want Donna to know. He thought he would be out on parole by now, but he violated some rule and had to serve his whole sentence. When Paulie Toucan put out the word, he found out quickly where her father was. He simply passed the word, for him to make sure to call his daughter at this number, on Christmas day. I'm sitting here eating a ham sandwich while Donna dreams sweet dreams. The only light I have is coming from the tree. It really is a nice one. I'm glad Donna picked it. You know, my crotch doesn't feel half bad today. Maybe I should find another condom that's 'ribbed for her pleasure'. I wonder what color it'll be today.   That was it. Ralphie turned the page and saw another date and title: "Saturday, January 17th, 1975." "Donna's abscess." He shuddered. "I think I'll leave that for another time," he said to himself, closing the book. He dropped it into a box he reserved for paperwork and marked it 'Save'. Looking out the small window he saw that it was dark outside. "Are you coming down or what?" his Pop yelled. "I'm coming now," Ralphie answered, pulling the string to turn off the light. "Go and get changed, we're taking Grandpa out to dinner," Pop said, as he steadied the ladder for Junior to come down. He washed his face and hands and put on clean clothes. He liked Grandpa. He was always funny and now that he knew his little secret, some of his stories might now make more sense. When he came down the stairs, he saw that his parents had already set up the tree and decorated it. He sat down to wait until they were ready and looked at it. Just under the star on top, there was an ornament he'd seen as long as he could remember, but never gave it a second thought. It was a Toucan. "What do you know," he mumbled. They got to the rest home and Ralphie and his mother went in to get him. He was seated in the front entryway waiting for us. Ralphie helped him to his feet and he broke wind. "Sorry. Hi Baby Doll," he said, kissing Donna on the cheek. "God you're tall," he said looking up at Junior. "Where we goin'?" Grandpa asked. "Vito's," answered Donna. "Oh good, they have great veal," he said. "Grandpa, got any good stories tonight?" Junior asked. "I got a million of them," he replied, jabbing Ralphie in the side. "Great," Junior said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. They arrived at Vito's and the place smelled great. Ralphie looked around and saw a few open tables. In the corner was a table with five guys playing cards. He saw a tall one, a short one, a fat one, one with a huge nose, and one that looked like... One looked up and pointed. "Look who the fuck just walked through the door!" Based on a post by Kirk 48 2002, in 2 parts, for Literotica.