His last visitor is an emotional wreck, so he comforts and reassures her.
The Handyman Chapter 10, Judith
The last Friday night of my 'Service Contract' with my horny neighbor ladies was the most disturbing and unusual of all. When I opened the door, a short, slender young woman dressed in goth-like clothes, with purple hair, was standing there in front of me with two large bags of what smelled like homemade fried chicken. As I invited her in, I realized that I knew practically nothing about Judith, other than she was in her mid-twenties and widowed.
As I led her to the kitchen, she said nothing, and when we got there, she spread an amazing repast, that not only included fried chicken, but mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans and dinner rolls, all of it homemade. When I asked her what she wanted to drink, and she said quietly, "Black coffee is fine." We ate in relative silence, and whenever I tried to engage her in a conversation, she gave me answers that were seldom more than three or four words.
I also noticed she avoided eye contact, and seemed to only be at my house because she was being forced to be here. After dinner, we cleaned up the dishes and put away the leftovers, and I poured two more cups of coffee. I led her into the living room and asked her to sit next to me on the couch.
I took her hands in mine, and noticed that she was trembling, and seemed to be afraid of me, so I asked her, "Judith, do you really want to be here with me?" When she didn't answer, I gently took her face in my hands, and said, "Please tell me what is wrong, I do not want to hurt you, and if you don't want us to go through with this, we don't have to."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she fell into my arms and started to sob. When she stopped crying, she said, "I'm so sorry Mr. Doyle, I thought I could do this, but I'm so scared. I have never had sex with any man that made me feel good. I was raped by my mother's boyfriend when I was seventeen. She believed him over me when he said I seduced him, and kicked me out of the house. I moved in with my drug addicted cousin and her boyfriend until I met Floyd seven years ago. He married me, and I moved into his house down the street. He was a mean drunk, and used to beat me, forcing me to have sex with him whenever he was drunk. The rest of the time, he ignored me. When he was accidentally killed by the cops in that drug bust four years ago, the settlement, and his life insurance policy paid off the mortgage on the house. My job at the library pays the bills, so I get by."
I held her and comforted her, and when she calmed down more, I asked her, "Why did you come here tonight, who convinced you that having sex with me was a good idea?"
She gave me a small smile and said, "Tiffany is my best friend, and for the last six months, she has been helping me learn how to enjoy sex. Tuesday night she told me about her weekend with you, and convinced me to come here tonight. She said you could teach me how to finally enjoy sex with a man."
I kissed her lips gently, and said, "Does that feel better?"
She smiled and nodded, so I kissed and caressed her on her face and neck, holding her in my arms. When I felt her relax and put her arms around me, I gently put my left hand on her right breast. When she relaxed and moaned slightly into my mouth as I caressed her, I pulled her closer to me. Next, I took her right hand and gently placed in on my hardening cock. When she didn't take it away, I kissed her more deeply, and felt her small hand tighten on my manhood.
Next I unbuttoned the blue flannel men's shirt she was wearing, and slid it off of her shoulders. She took off the shirt and cast it aside, revealing a white cotton camisole that covered her small firm braless breasts. I started to kiss her down her neck and across her shoulders.
She didn't stop me when I placed my hands on her breasts, and I felt her nipples harden in the palms of my hands. I bent down and sucked on the nipple of her right breast through her top, and felt the 'death grip' both of her hands now had a on my fully hard cock. I released my grasp on her breasts, and stood, taking her hands off of my cock and led her into the bedroom.
I had her sit on the foot of the bed, and undressed until I was only wearing my boxers. I took off her sneakers and socks, undid her cargo pants, and asked her to lift her butt as I slid them off of her. I asked her to climb into the middle of the bed, and after I lay down next to her, I started to kiss her. When she started to kiss me back, I slid my hands under her top, and started to fondle her small. firm boobs and puffy nipples. Soon, I had her top off, and I was kissing, licking, and nursing on her beautiful perfect breasts that were barely more than a mouthful.
Soon she was moaning under me, and when I slid my hand into her plain white cotton panties, she was soaking wet. When I slipped my middle finger inside her labia, and part way into her vagina, she went off like a roman candle, shaking and soaking my hand. I crawled between her legs, and removed her panties.
I started to lick her from her knees, up the inside of her thighs, until I was licking her small 'innie' vulva that was shaved smooth, until she started to shake again. I went into full on 'pussy eating' mode, and drove her to several orgasms, sticking my tongue and fingers into her vagina and asshole, and sucking on her tiny, barely visible clitoris. When I was afraid I had given her too much, I sat back on my heels and watched her writhe in orgasmic ecstasy. She was moaning unintelligible gibberish, and she looked beautiful while she was doing it.
When she finally came down from the cloud she was on, she opened her eyes, and said, "Oh my God, Mr. Doyle, I have never felt anything like that before! Tiffany has made me cum, but she's never made me feel like that. What did you do to me?"
I smiled and said, "First of all Judith, considering that we have been doing some very intimate things, you should call me Joe. Calling someone who just ate your pussy Mr. Doyle sounds a bit too formal, don't you think?" She smiled and nodded, and I said, "What I just did was make love to you. Making love is much better than just fucking, don't you think"
"Oh my God, if making love feels that good, I never want to fuck again. That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I want to do that again, a lot!"
I smiled at her and said, "There are a lot of other things we are going to do this weekend, and I think you will like them too. I'm certain that you will never be quite the same when it comes to sex from now on. I expect you will never accept anything less than the best ever again."
She smiled and said, "So now what is next?" I got off the bed, and stood at the foot, and asked her to sit at the foot of the bed. I walked close to her, and asked her to remove my boxers. As she pulled them down, my erection sprung up and smacked her on her forehead. She gasped and grabbed it with both hands and said, "Oh my, this thing is huge! It has to be the biggest one I have ever seen. This is twice as big as Floyd's. How can that monster even fit inside of me?"
I crouched down and said, "The vagina is the most flexible part of the body. She will stretch enough to allow a baby to pass through her during childbirth, so this little cock of mine will have no problem fitting inside of you. Don't be afraid, all I have to do is get you ready for it, and he will slide right into you."
I asked her to lie on her back so I could get her ready to accept me. When she relaxed, I continued to do what I did before when I licked, sucked and fingered her vulva and vagina until she was on the edge of an orgasm. This time I kept her there at the edge until she had teetered on the precipice for so long that she started to beg me to take her over the edge.
Next I crawled between her legs and put the head of my cock past her outer and inner lips and held it there. When I felt her relax more, I pushed it in further and waited for her to relax again. I kept up this slow progress until I was buried completely in her very tight vagina. I watched her eyes, and listened to her breathing, until I saw recognition and felt her breathing become slow and steady and asked her, "Are you ready?"
When she nodded, I slowly pulled back about half way, and slid slowly back in, hesitating and pulling back out. I continued, slowly increasing the speed and intensity, until I felt her give herself over to me. I listened to her breathing, and felt her vagina contract on my cock. It was like we were connected in some psychic way, and soon were in tune with each other's feelings just like I was with Zelda, and had been with my Mary. It was a very intimate experience, and we both felt it.
I could feel her heartbeat on my cock through the walls of her vagina, and when we came together, it was like we were one, and were tumbling down a spiral staircase. When we reached the bottom, it was like the whole world exploded around us, and we dissolved into oblivion. That was the last thing I remembered until the next morning.
When I opened my eyes it was morning, and Judith was just opening hers, and said, "Did we die, just a little?"