The next afternoon, I had barely gotten in the house when the phone rang. I trotted over to the telephone and picked it up.
“Hello.” I said.
“Is that you ass hole?” I heard a female voice ask.
I was somewhat confused for a moment before realizing who was at the other end of the call. “Yeah it’s me Carol. What’s up?” I responded as airily as I could.
She replied, “It’s about time you got home. Where you been?” Then she rushed on, “Come on over here. I’ve got some things I need you to help me with.”
I said, “Sure. I’ll be right over as soon as I use the can.”
“You better make it quick.” She responded and hung up.
I really didn’t have to use the bathroom, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. I walked to the back of the house, stalled for a minute, and then headed back out the door.
Carol opened the door without me even knocking. I stepped into the house and she quickly shut the door behind me. Her house was dark and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the gloom.
Carol was dressed in a loose fitting housedress. It was dark, either black or dark blue, with big bright flowers all over it. The dress didn’t have a belt and buttoned down the front. From what I could see it was buttoned all the way to the collar, and that was not promising.
She walked past me and moved deeper into the house saying as she passed, “Follow me.”
There was little I could do other than follow her instructions. I followed her from the living room into the hall where she opened the door to a closet and stood back.
“Up there.” She said simply.
“Up there what?” I asked confusedly.
She replied, “You need to get that tool kit down.” She pointed to a small toolbox on the shelf of the closet and smiled.
I said slowly, “Ok.” And I stepped up and grabbed the toolbox.
As soon as I had the toolbox in my hands and lifted it from the shelf Carol ran her arms around my body and pressed herself tight against my back. She rubbed back and forth against me, I could tell from the softness of her breasts against my back that she was at least naked to the waist.
“Mmmm, that feels good. Do you like it too?” She purred.
“Oh yeah,” I said. It feels great to me too.
She kissed me lightly on the neck, let me go and turned away. “Follow me.” She said as she moved away.
I followed her down the hall and into the kitchen. “The faucet is leaking. I need you to fix it for me.” She stated simply.
I was a bit confused. I had expected to have sex with this slightly pregnant vixen, but she seemed intent to turn me into her handyman instead of her lover. “Oh hell.” I thought to myself in frustration. But to Carol I simply replied, “Sure, I can do that.”
The sink was old fashioned with an open cabinet and a small curtain covering the front. The curtain had been pulled back exposing the piping to view. All the usual stuff you find under sinks was stacked off to the side out of the way. I mumbled to Carol, “You were all ready for me weren’t you.”
She replied simply, “Oh yeah.” She smiled and then continued, “It’s nice to have a nice young man living next door. To help me out around the house every once in a while, you know.”
I sat the toolbox down in front of the sink. I got down on my hands and knees and peered under the sink. There definitely was a leak somewhere, I could see a small puddle of water on the floor. I took a rag from the sink and wiped up the water. Then I got a crescent wrench and a pair of channel locks out of the box and crawled under the sink.
It was really dark under there. I used my fingers to trace the piping from the wall to the faucet. It felt bone dry, “The leak must be in the drain pipe.” I thought out loud, but I couldn’t see well enough to tell exactly where. “Could you get me a flashlight or something?” I asked. “I can’t see a thing under here.” I continued.
“I don’t have one.” She replied. Then she said, “Maybe this will help.” And she pulled the curtains together cutting out all light to me.
I was about to point out to her that now I really couldn’t see when I felt her hands tugging at my belt. I figured that this was a promising turn of events as I felt her hands begin to work at the waistband of my jeans, and then unzipping my fly.
She started to tug at my pants and I raised my ass off the floor to allow her to pull first my jeans down and then my jockeys. As I lay there exposed to the world, but with my view of that same world cut off by the curtain I got a chilling thought. “What if her husband or kids walk in while I’m naked.”
Slightly shaken by the thought I asked, “Where are the hubby and kids today?”
“Jeff my hubby as you called him, is working a double shift today. They want to move him to the night shift and he figured today was as good a time to move as any. He won’t be home till after midnight.” She stroked my already rigid meat as she continued, “My mother has the girls on Wednesday nights. She picks them up at school, takes them out shopping or to a movie.” Carol ran her tongue over the head of my flaming meat then went on, “Mom keeps them for the night and then drops them off at school in the morning.” I felt her warm lips kiss the head of my steel hard shaft before she continued, “She says that she does it to keep the load off me, but I know that she just likes having them around.” She ran her tongue over the head of my shaft again before saying, “ But it does make my nights easier, and it frees me up for doing things like this.” She chuckled throatily before running her soft lips over the fiery head of my rock hard dick.
Carol slid my rock hard cock slowly into her hot mouth. She took as much of my rigid Johnson in as she could. I visualized her impaling her lovely face with the thick swollen meat of my stiff penis. Her tongue moved over the sides of my shaft as she moved up and down, its’ length.
She must have lain on the floor because I felt her head on my stomach as she moved her succulent mouth up and down my concrete cock. She cupped my balls in one of her hands, gently massaging she as she worked avidly on my dick.
Although I couldn’t see anything I could feel the tight grip of her lips on my crank and the stroking of her tongue across my fevered flesh as she moved my dick in and out of her mouth. Loud slurping sounds accompanied each stroke of her lips, that sound punctuated by little moans of appreciation as she enthusiastically sucked me.
“Mmmmmph, Mmmm, ungh.” Carol grunted as she sucked me ardently. The sounds of her moans vibrated against my sensitive skin, causing my skin to tingle. The vibrations of her voiced passion together with the overwhelming tightness of her lips and the erotic slurping sound of her eagerly consuming the length of my hot rigid meat started to send me over the edge and into the abyss of a massive orgasm. My testicles began to tighten and I felt the white-hot seed of my loins begin to rise to begin its inevitable journey up the length of my dick.
Carol must have sensed this too, because just as I was raising my ass off the floor, signaling the beginning of ejaculation, she removed her sweet lips from my tormented dick. She took her hand from my balls and gripped my crank lightly. She ran her tongue lightly over the head of my cock as my orgasm subsided. Only a small spurt of cum escaped and she avidly consumed that before releasing her hold on my dick and lifted her head from my stomach.
I lay there in darkness for a minute wondering what was happening. The only sound was the faint rustle of fabric and the shuffling of human skin against the linoleum covering the floor. Then I felt Carol’s leg brush my hip and then the hip on the other side as she straddled me. She reached between my legs for my mighty dong and guiding it with her hand lowered her pussy onto it.
She was hot, wet, and a lot tighter than yesterday. An animal like moan escaped her lips as she impaled her cunt on the rigid lance of my passion.
Sitting still Carol reached behind her and pulled my knees up like a backrest behind her. She leaned back and I felt her twat tighten around my raging shaft. She began to slowly move up and down on my cock, guttural moans of passion emanated from her lips on each stroke. I felt her pussy quiver and she moaned, “Mmmmmph, ungh, ungh,” and I could feel the flesh of her thigh tremble against my leg as she reached climax.
She increased the tempo of her movement over my cock, soft grunts accompanied every rise and fall of her body around my rigid shaft. Her juices began to flow down my balls and across my thighs as she came time after time, her flesh quivering around me, her moans echoing loudly through the kitchen.
I began to thrust up into her sweltering twat, raising my ass off the floor in tempo with her thrusts against my dick. As she thrust down, I slammed upward, ramming my dick deep into her, slapping my crotch against her raging slit. The slapping of our repeated contacts together with her wild moans would have giving the casual interloper the idea that Carol was being beat to within an inch of her life. The opposite was the case as our slaps against our most sensitive areas gave life to the greatest of joys and birth to even greater carnal urges and sensations.
I pushed the curtain aside and looked out. It took only an instant for my eyes to adjust to the light of the room. As my eyes adjusted and everything became clear I let out a surprised gasp, and then a moan of delight. The sight before me was indeed breathtaking.
Carol straddled my undulating body. She plunged again and again upon my steely shaft, impaling her steamy cunt with the glee of a small child riding a teeter-totter. One hand caressed one of her jiggling jugs while the other hand was on her thigh bracing herself as we thrust against each other.
As our bodies collided her wondrous breasts shook slightly. The firm flesh moved delectably like jell-o quivering as you pop it from the mold.
