Dibs
The woman who answered the door was pretty. Actually more than just pretty. Anyone would rank her as an eight or nine or maybe even a ten in that risque outfit she had on. I say that because what shocked me was her clothing. I couldn't decide if she was wearing outdoor clothes that resembled lingerie, or lingerie that looked like outdoor clothes.
She looked me up and down, judging me for no good reason, with a half smirk and a New York accent she said, "Come in. My husband, Sven, is waiting for you in the basement. Just go down those stairs and go left till you see the big brute sitting in the easy chair."
"Thanks, I'm excited to see the tools he listed for sale," I didn't mention that a lot of the tools were crap but I had my eye on a hydraulic lift that was seriously underpriced if it wasn't already sold.
"He's got a tool for you alright." Her smirk grew wide as if she were excessively pleased with her stupid pun. If she wanted to be right she should have said, 'tools' since he had listed quite a lot.
The stairs were carpeted in orange shag carpet. I didn't know they still made shag. Turning left I saw the guy laying back in a worn brown leather recliner, a beer in one hand and a remote in the other.
Even sitting I could tell he was big - imposing. He upended the beer, draining it, then leaped energetically to his feet. He strode confidently to his workbench upon which a multitude of tools were strewn about in disorganized piles.
Turning around to face me he leaned back, elbows on the workbench, "Do you see a tool you like?"
His wife coughed to my left. Not a hacking "I've got a cold." cough. But one of those "Hey, listen up." coughs. When I looked at her she had modified her outfit slightly. She'd lost the shoulder straps so the corset-looking part was now a half cup instead of a full cup. I could just make out the upper crescents of her nipples. There was no mistaking now that it was intimate wear she had on. And that she had FINE larger-than-life boobs. The change had to be intentional.
When I turned to check back with the husband he had his big cock jutting out from his fly. It was bigger than my six. In fact it made mine look puny. It was so strong and masculine that I just stared with my mouth hanging open in surprise.
I should have told him to put that fucker away. But I was in shock. I looked from his magnificent tool to his face where a wide grin grew slowly. He had me dead to rights.
I looked quickly from one of the strangers to the other and whatever was going on they were both in the know while I was out in the cold.
Towering over me by about five inches and with more muscles, he grabbed my wrists tightly, pulling me toward a basement bedroom off to the right. I resisted, but try as I might, my feet slipped on the shag and the bed grew unstoppably closer.
She strode in behind my flailing self, not caring in the slightest about my plight. In fact, she seemed pleased as punch.
In the bedroom he let go of my wrists, placing his hands on my shoulders. He pushed down while I pushed back with my knees. They buckled and the next thing I knew he had me both in a headlock, and was squeezing my nuts hard enough to show who was boss.
Suddenly, she and I were both at eye level with that bouncing dripping beast. "It's big, isn't it?" Staring into her baby blues, I agreed with her without saying a word.
"It's too big for me to swallow." I appraised her petite face and narrow jawline. She didn't sound too bright but, shit, she had enchanting lips.
Dumbly, I answered, "Surely you're right." She looked too innocent to have ever had a cock in her mouth.
She pushed a lock of hair out of my face, "Besides, he cums too much. No man should cum that much."
Her breasts were fully exposed now. Large purplish areola against brown skin with thick pointy nubs. I gawked. She spoke nonchalantly as if we were discussing the tools on the bench, "These are giant." She placed one of my hands on his grapefruit sized furry sack and somehow I let her. It was the touch of her soft feminine hand that mesmerized me. "That's why he cums so much. I swear he almost drowned me once."
The whole situation dumbfounded me further, "I bet he did."
"And he's too rough. Aggressive really. That's why I don't do it anymore."
