Authors Note: This is part of a series and is built on characters and settings from previous chapters.
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It was mid morning before Sonny dropped me off at the house, driving off to go pick up plumbing parts at the building supply store after I had gotten out. It was a pretty chilly trot from where she dropped me off to the house, especially since I was making it wearing nothing but my boots on my bare feet and a long trench coat she loaned me so I wasn't completely naked.
The night before sunny had been adamant that neither of us needed any clothes, so all of mine remained in a pile upstairs with hers. This morning she seemed a bit embarrassed by that decision and gave me a coat to wear until I could retrieve my clothes. It wasn't until we pulled in the long driveway and saw the two panel vans parked in the drive that she thought about the fact that the house might not be empty. In fact it appeared to be far from empty.
I made my way up the stairs as quietly as I could, hearing a number of female voices in the kitchen area. My first thought, given the location, was that it was the crew of electricians.
Getting to the top of the stairs unseen emboldened me and I quickly shucked my boots and coat and started to grab my clothes to pull them on. In retrospect it was probably not a good idea to stand in the middle of a room that had only open stud walls to try and dress. I was still standing and untangling my underwear when I heard the voice behind me. "Hey Marion! I found the owner of those pants!"
I spun around in surprise and saw a tall medium built black woman standing on the stairs, leaning against an open wall of studs, watching me. She wasn't thin by any stretch of the imagination, and the relatively dirty t-shirt she wore was quite amply filled out.
"Oh yeah?" another voice called from down the stairs. "You find a pack rat or something up there Joyce?"
"Not unless they come in a six foot version with a pretty hot looking body!" The lady at the top of the stairs called back. It was only seconds before two more sets of feet came running up the stairs, leaving me time to do little besides grab the coat off the floor and use it to cover my privates before two heads popped up the stair well. The first was a tall thin red haired woman wearing a pair of carpenters coveralls with a short cut-off red t-shirt under it, leaving a fair amount of skin exposed around her sides. The woman that followed was a slightly huskier blond woman whose blond hair was up in a pony tail sticking out the back of a ball cap, and a long florescent orange t-shirt that seemed to be covering a pair of holie jeans after draping off a fairly large and significantly protruding chest.
"Damn Joyce. You did, didn't you?" the blond said as she stared at me.
"No shit Jeanie. You think I'd lie about a naked man?" the black lady said with a smile.
The thin redhead climbed the last two stairs and then slowly walked toward me, surveying me up and down as she made her way around. "Pretty hunky too. Now I know what Sunny was doing here last night. Damn! So tell me hot stuff. What are you doing up here naked? Just looking for a hot fuck or something?"
"Uhhh Well, actually I own this place," I answered, a bit irritated at the comments I was getting.
"Oh shit!" Joyce said, turning on her heel and quickly disappearing down the stairs with Jeanie following close behind.
"Um. I'm sorry. I'm Marion," the redhead said, holding her hand out a little nervously. "We didn't mean anything by it, just weren't expecting to see a naked guy up here, if you know what I mean."
I shook her hand with my free hand, and had to laugh at myself. Here I was standing naked, with nothing but a shirt covering my cock and I could feel myself getting a hard on from just shaking her hand. What was wrong with me? I asked myself as I let go of her hand. She stepped back and instead of leaving like the other two ladies had, she leaned against the frame of the doorway.
"Uh can I have a little privacy?" I asked hopefully.
"Actually, no. I've known Sunny for most of my life, and to be blunt, there haven't been even half a dozen guys that she's let into her pants. I'd kind of like to see what was so special about you that she felt the need to swing back to a real cock. I mean are you hung like a horse or what?"
"Um. Nothing special that I know of," I answered, wrinkling my forehead while I tried to think of some reasonably dignified way out of this.
"Really?" she asked in surprise, pushing off the frame and slowly walking toward me. She bent over and pulled Sunny's t-shirt from the night before off the floor, followed by the tiny panties she had been wearing. "I've never known her to mess with anyone on a job site, but to get naked and leave her clothes here? No...Nothing special just isn't going to cut it." She dropped the shirt and panties, then reached out for the coat that I was holding in front of me, grabbed the sleeve, and gently began tugging it, trying to encourage me to let go of it, which I was not about to do. "Come on. How about a look see?"
"I don't think so," I answered, still holding onto the coat over my half hard cock.
"Well then. Maybe we need to try this another way," she said as she started to step around me. She held onto the coat until she was behind me, her arm now wrapped around me. I could feel the cold buckle of her tool belt pressing against my ass as she slid her other arm round me, her hand flat against my bare stomach. I held my breath as she slid her hand down, sneaking it between the coat and my body until her fingers teased across my cock. "Mmmmmm now we're getting some place," she whispered into my ear as she leaned herself tighter against my back.
"I don't think this is a good idea. I mean it's not like we're alone," I protested lamely as her fingers wrapped around my quickly hardening shaft.
"That's ok. They can join me if they want," she whispered as she began stroking me slowly under the coat. We stood that way for several long minutes before I inexplicably released the coat and allowed her to pull it away, her hand now more easily sliding the length of my hard shaft. "Ohhh that is a nice cock. Much better now that I can feel the whole thing. Nice and fat and long," she whispered as she started sliding around me again. She stepped carefully around me until she was standing in front of me, both hands on my cock. "Now that it's all nice and hard what shall we do with it? Hmmmm?"
While I answered "I guess that's up to you" as she stood in front of me, part of my brain asked me what the fuck I was doing. Those thoughts seemed to be quickly pushed away as she played gently with my cock.
"Well, I'm pretty sure that there are other ways for me to stroke this that would be much more enjoyable, aren't there?" she asked, removing one hand from my cock, but holding on with the other as if it would disappear if she let go. Her free hand undid the buckle of her tool belt, which thumped loudly onto the floor. It had no sooner hit the floor and she was undoing the two shoulder straps of the coverall type jeans, allowing them to slide down off her thin hips, exposing a pair of small blue bikini panties. She stuck a thumb in the waistband of the panties and eagerly wiggled her ass as she worked them down to her thighs, exposing a curly mat of reddish brown hair.
"Now let's see if this feels a bit more interesting," she said a bit breathlessly as she stepped her hips closer to mine, pushing my cock down toward her pussy. I was surprised how wet her pussy was as she pushed her hips forward, banging her thighs into mine as she slid her wet lips along the top of my rock hard shaft. "Ohhhh yes so much better," she half moaned as she held onto my hips and began to slowly stroke herself back and forth along my shaft, rubbing her clit along the length of me.
I grabbed hold of her t-shirt and pulled up, making her lift her arms briefly while I pulled the shirt off of her, leaving her completely nude from the knees up. The freckles spotted on her face and neck continued down her creamy white chest and flowed over her two small breasts, each one cone shaped with a rigid nipple centered in the midst of a bright pink puckered areola. I tossed the shirt aside and reached for her tits, easily cupping both small soft mounds in my hands, squeezing them between my palm and fingers and pulling on her nipples.
"Oh fuck. You're pretty damn good with those hands," she moaned softly.
"Oh? Well, just wait then," I answered, stepping back and pulling my cock from between her legs. I turned her around and bend her at the waist, aligning my cock with her exposed pussy lips. I pushed forward gently, pressing my head between her lips while I worked it up and down slightly to engage it into her tunnel opening. I felt my mushroom head engage into her and then gripped her hips, using them as handles to pull her back toward me. Ever so slowly her tunnel expanded, slowly enveloping me as I pulled her onto my shaft. I had gotten about half way into her before my only partially lubricated cock grabbed at her lips. Using short little strokes I quickly worked my cock in and out of her pussy, getting more and more of her juices coating my cock and spread on her lips, allowing me to work deeper and deeper into her until my hips pressed against her bare ass.
"Ohhhhh fuck," she moaned softly, reaching out to hold onto the closest two by four to keep from falling over. With my cock fully buried inside her, I reached around her, cupping one tit with a hand and sliding my other between her legs. She stood back up part way, using the two by four as leverage to start bouncing her ass against me, working my cock in and out of her wet tunnel a few short inches with each stroke.
I let my fingers dive between her lips and seek out her hard clit, her lips letting out a soft squeak the first time I stroked across it. "So you want me to make you cum?" I asked her softly, gently stroking my finger across her clit while she bounced herself on and off my cock, her strokes growing more urgent with each passing second.
"Oh god yes," she moaned to me, "Please."
"If that's what you want," I answered her, working my finger up and down across her clit in time with the strokes she was making on my cock, my other hand squeezing and pulling at her tiny tit.
"Ohhhh...Oh yeah....Oh shit," she started whimpering as I started stroking in time with her, driving my cock its full length into her with each combined stroke and my hips smacking against her bare ass.
"Marion, you still up here?" Joyce, the black woman called, as she climbed the stairs. "Oh shit you are!" she said as she stood at the top of the stairs, staring at Marion's front as I continued to stroke into her, banging her hard enough to make her whole body shake with each stroke.
"Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Ohhhhhh God yes. OH shit yes," Marion mumbled over and over as I continued fucking her, my finger never stopping between her legs and my other hand continuing to squeeze and kneed her small tit.
