u/omgitsabush

“Come on, we’re going to be late for accounting!”

“Claire, chill out, no one cares” my roomie barks back.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot a mundane maintenance truck; with windows down and country music blaring. An older man, looks to be enjoying his morning. I say older, but I’m only 19, so to me that’s anyone who’s not a child, like me. I only catch a glimpse of him, but for the profile he doesn’t resemble anyone I’ve seen.

“Oh I’ve seen him around campus; he’s a stud and has got a husky dad bod that I’d climb on top of.” My roommate overemphasizes noticing me check him out.

I wouldn’t know too much about that. The only sex I’ve ever experienced was porn I’d occasionally watch. Maybe I’ll see him around when going to classes. I’m wanting to see more of him.

Later in the afternoon after my classes I’m outside sunbathing in the yard of our sorority house. Rebecca is briskly coming down the hill. I have not seen her ever go that fast before.

“HEY, get inside quick!!”

I pop up and grab my towel, bundle up, and dart up the patio into the house. Rebecca is following behind me almost running me over.

“He’s coming here!”

“Who?” Still shaken from my peaceful moment outside.

“Tall and burly. He’s coming to fix our power in the room.”

“Isn’t that his job?” I say to Rebecca who is not listening.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

*“*Ooh, that’s him now. Go get the door Claire”

“Okay, miss bossy.”

I open the door to a mountain of a man.

Oh my… is my only thought.

Rebecca wasn’t exaggerating. He’s filled out everywhere. His redhair, curling out from his weathered university maintenance cap that blends with his course beard. His shoulders are almost as wide as the threshold.* *

Another thought shoots into my head. Look at all that wool budding out from the opening of his button down.

“Howdy, I’m Roy, Rebecca mentioned something about lights and a fan not working in one of y’all’s room?”

“Y-yeah, it’s our room actually. Right this way.” I turned around nervously showing him the way.

His boot steps made a commanding presence. They echoed through the house, magnified by the old wooden floors. His tool was pouch banging on his hip and made me imagine a cowboy from an old John Wayne movie.

“Right here, next to the kitchen.”

“Thank you, I’ll look and see what I can do for you girls.”

From around the corner shoots out Rebecca, “We really appreciate it, sir.” She tugs at me to come with her. “Oh my gosh, see what I mean,” She whispers, only to me.

“Yea. he’s handsome.”

“Just handsome. Girl. I get that you’ve had like two boyfriends in high school, but that’s a man right there.” She tip-toed around to get a glimpse of him. “Those forearms are the size of my calves,” she examined while biting her lip. “I’m not mad at the little gut either.”

I caught myself behind her trying to look over her scrawny figure. “His legs are pretty big.”

“Oh yea, they’re like redwood trunks.” She nudges at me.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“Me. Nothing. You on the other hand are going to tame that beast.”

“I-I- I don’t know. Sure, I’ve thought about going out and finding someone. Or really letting someone sweep me off my feet.” I explained.

“This ain’t a movie. This is real life and you have to take advantages when you can. We have a hard working gentlemen going out of his way to do us a little favor. It wouldn’t be right if we just take advantage of him.”

“Why not just pay him?”

“Because there’s no fun in that girl. Come on.” She takes my arm and forces me up the stair to another room that’s occupied by some of our sorority sisters. Luckily they aren’t around to witness how crazy Rebecca is being. Or maybe it would be best if they saw, so they could talk some sense into her.

“What are we doing in here?” I ask.

“I’m going to get you into something pretty, and Ashley has the cutest stuff. Plus we can’t just barge into our room at the moment.” She disappears into the closest and reappears with two different night gowns. “Red or blue?”

I might as well play along. Give the man a little something to look at while he fixes our fan to get air flow back in our room in time for the spring heat.

*“*Blue. Schools colors you know.”

“Yessss, now put it on and get down there.”

I get myself in this nighty set; that shows too much of everything. I would want a comfortable night gown that’s a little less racy. Then again this isn’t a comfy night in. Rebecca splashes me with some perfume lying around on the vanity and hustles me down stairs, drops me at the bedroom door, and runs off to the living room.

Roy has is back to me and is reaching up to change a bulb in the fan, oblivious to the plan set in motion. What even is the plan?

He’s not even on struggling to reach it. Rebecca’s boyfriend is 5’11” and has to at least extend his arm fully if not stretch all he’s got to get up there. Bless me, I’m starting to get those jitters in my stomach. When I get those that’s when I have to lock myself away and release them.

“Wow, that didn’t take any time at all.” I commented, looking on in amazement.

“No ma’am, it was a simple fix at the switch. Yall weren’t around so I just went and replaced a bad bulb as well.” While explaining his work he turns around, “OH, excuse me miss!” And quickly adverts his eyes from my body.

I didn’t peg him as the modest type. I imagine most men, at any age, would chomp at the bit to see more. He’s acting like a father figure. I get frantic by the thought of men peeking at me. With Roy however, I’m still anxious, but maybe I want him to see me like this. Maybe I want him to see a little bit more.

“It’s alright, I just put something more comfortable on. House full of girls, this is how we dress. I can find a robe.”

“It’s okay, I was done anyways and…”

Music starts playing from the speaker and it sounds like a song I’ve heard Rebecca play. I just don’t know what song or artist.

“You can do magic, America. Good song.”

Rebecca… I start to unravel her plot I was oblivious to.

*“*Anyways, I’ll be on my way.”

Instinctively I move towards him, like being drawn to his gravity. He stops himself on a dime. If he hadnt been so nimble I would have been squashed for sure. I can feel his breath flowing down on me. I can smell his musk. Sweat and cologne, deodorant and dirt. Looking up at his face I notice hes red as a tomato. I have to find the courage now.

Not breaking our eye contact; I reach for his tool pouch and undo the latch on it, tossing it aside recklessly. I know you’re supposed to treat tools well, but they were in the way. He’s fixated on me now, with his soft eyes. Is he annoyed with me? Maybe he’s getting a good look at my cleavage? Perhaps I let him? I bring my hand up with a lone finger running against the silky top. I trace the outline of my breast and drop one of the straps down my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Pivoting, I run back to the door hearing the giants footsteps behind me.

He throws is hand over my head onto the door keeping me from getting out. I’m frozen. Then his warm breath envelopes me again, thawing my nerves. A pair of soft warm lips kiss my neck. Something moves my hair from around my ear as the kisses caress up to my ear.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” I hear whispered in my ear.

Trembling inside, I’m intimidated by the lingering shadow cast over me. I turn back to face him bit by bit. Large hands get placed on my petite shoulders ever so gently. Again he whispers in my ear: “May I?”

Like a lost puppy I look up at him with scared eyes and nods with a weak, “mmhmm.”

He takes his hands and gradually pulls the night shirt over my torso and head revealing my half naked body. I quickly attempt to cover my buxom chest and nipples. He unbuttons two or so button on his dingy work shirt and rips it away over his head. His chest is littered with the same red hair and a huge scar makes up a large portion of his right side. It’s hard to not focus on it. I curiously touch it and feel the soft bumps. He finds both my wrists and drops my arms to my side with care.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says softly moving his hands from my wrist to my waist where my shorts sit.

He drags them down and I step out of them. He takes one smell from my vagina and tosses me up like a bag of potato’s, catching my legs over those immense shoulders of his. Now hoisted in the air and nowhere to go I give into the moment and hold his head tightly stuffing his face into my crotch. Without hesitating he does something to me I had only ever watched and heard about. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel or how it would happen.Although I would have never guessed it would be ascended upon a throne of warm flesh and muscles. His tongue works its way around my lips and folds. I’m already gushing, but that doesn’t sway him. He vigorously pushes on.

He’s getting close to my spot. He’s right on top of it. He’s there! He there! He’s theres!

*“*AAAAHHHHHYYYYY!” I shriek out.

More wetness comes out of me and my body contorts and flexes from the feeling of my orgasm. Dropping my limp body into his arms with a concerned gaze, “Are you alright miss?”

“Ye-yes I’m good.” I stutter out with a breath of exhaustion.

While nestled in his arms he carry’s me over my bed and sets me down softy. With my innocent eyes peering up and bringing them down and work on removing his leather belt and undo his jeans. I grab the both of the garments he’s wearing and peel them off his massive thighs and they drop to the floor with a clank of his buckle. Before me is his cock, proportional to his great stature. I should know what to do with this. Though is all so new to me. What if I use too much teeth or gag and hurl all over him.

I shake the doubt and worry from my head and enthusiastically start sucking his fully erect shaft. I am intoxicated by his aroma. I can tell he’s been working hard today and the scent of his perspiration further entrances me bobbing back and forth. He places his fingers through my long hair, but doesn’t take over like they do in porn. Instead he’s holding steady, brushing my locks. He allows me to pleasure him with my mouth. I take my attention to suckle on the tip of his dick simultaneously stroking him. I feel the release of some fluid onto my tongue and get more out with more strokes. I circle his hole trying to dig myself in deeper with my tongue. He lets how a guttural moan and I pull away and move his girthy member aside. I progress forward and kiss on his stomach. He’s not ripped or cut, and he has a little bit of an overhang but I feel warmth and a coziness. Hugging on his waist I kiss him a couple more times slowly and tenderly.

Turning my head so that my cheek melts into his tummy I faintly say, “I want you to take my virginity. I want to give all I have to you. Take my innocence, but please be gentle.”

He embraces me back, “I did say I was going to take care of you.”

I look up at him again and he meets me with those soft eyes. With the sunlight shining through they look to be amber in color. He’s the embodiment of sunshine. He came into my life on a breeze of spring air and his radiance has brought me to bloom.

I lay down on the bed and he finishes removing his boots and jeans from around his ankles. I spread my legs apart and he moves onto the bed holding himself over me. I feel protected with him like this. I give him a lovingly smile and grab his cock, positioning it on my pussy spreading my lips apart making myself ready for him. He glides in with a little bit of resistance. I hold my breath and exhale.

“Is that okay?”

I pull him closer and we begin to kiss passionately, his tongue finding his way into my mouth. He thrusts his hips forward and shoves all he has into me. I let out a gasp and continue to feel his lips against mine. He starts off at a pace I can handle. In. And out. In. And. Out. In. And. Out.

“Roy.” I speak confidently

“Yes ma’am?”

“Fuck me.” My innocent eyes transpose to those filled with a ferventness.

Not needing more instructions he raises up and clutches my waist. He plunges deeper than he has before. I let out a yelp and he produces a guttural growl. He changes from kind and affectionate to a beast tossing me up and down on his meat insouciant to my desires. He’s taking for all I have.

I notice the song has changed. Who knows how many have played since. It’s in the middle of it and I catch the title, ‘So Into You’.

Releasing my sides he drops down, both of his pillars smashing into the mattress. His thrusts are powerful and each time he rams my small cunt his gut slaps against my clitoris sending me writhing with satisfaction.

“FUCK, FUCK, SHIT FUCK!!! IM GOING TO CUM!!” My vocabulary checks out and any noise coming me becomes yells and squeals.

I feel a sensation from my stomach down into my pussy and I climax for a second time.

I see a grin on Roy’s face as he huffs and puffs. He wants to devour me and I’m his little red riding hood. The cunning wolf has me pinned down and all I can do is take what’s coming to me. Blow me away. Blow my walls down.

“COME ON YOU BRUTE! YOU CAN CUM WHERE EVER JUST GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED!”

He wrenches his enlarged tool from inside me and gives it a couple of jerks before dumping his warm pale semen on my entire being.

“AAHHHH!” Out comes a thunderous roar. He shivers and falls to my side. Spent.

From pussy to face I relish in his spunk. My burning fury has been doused. We’re both motionless and the next songs starts.

“Jackie Blue…” he says muffled buried inside my pillow.

“The Ozark Mountain Daredevils. It’s a favorite of my mom’s.”

Roy lets out a soft groan, and rolls off the twin bed falling to the floor with a loud thud that shakes my desk. He gets up and goes to the bathroom door and when he opens it Rebecca is there with a washcloth in her hand. A cheesy smile from ear to ear. She hands it to Roy who then slams the door in her face.

She disappointed, “Aaww,” permeates from the door.

From outside we hear rustling and a couple of different sounding hushes.

Roy walks over to the window, “Do you know any blondes?”

“Two that I can think of.”

He drops the blinds and two distinct giggles harmonize from the other side of the window.

“I guess we did make a ruckus in here. I apologize for that.” He says with an altruistic tone.

“Don’t be sorry, I should’ve known better.” I comment with a tee-hee.

He brings me the washcloth and cleans my body off and gets me some actual clothes from my dresser. He puts his uniform back on and comes over next to the bed where I’m laying, reluctant to get up. He gives me a kiss on the forehead and palms my cheek in his loving hands. He rubs it with his thumb and gives me that warmhearted smile and stands up. I sit up and watch him leave for the door.

I notice he forgot to grab his tool pouch off the floor. “Hey, your tool pouch is over there under the chair.”

“I’ll get them in the morning before work.” He winks backs at me.

With that, he opens the door and leaves. My heart flutters with every booming step echoing as he leaves the house.

The front door opens; and in unison the 3 ‘voyeurs’ shout, “To come by again anytime.”

I pick up his tools and put them neatly back in his pouch. I embrace them tightly and throw myself back onto the bed giggling like a little school girl.

“You can do magic” America
“So into you” Atlanta Rhythm section
“Jackie Blue” The Ozark Mountain Daredevils
“Night Moves” Bob Seger
“Summer Breeze” Seals and Crofts
“Lovin, Touchin, Squeezin” Journey
“Filled Around and Fell In Love” Elvis Bishop

“Come on, we’re going to be late for accounting!”

“Claire, chill out, no one cares” my roomie barks back.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot a mundane maintenance truck; with windows down and country music blaring. An older man, looks to be enjoying his morning. I say older, but I’m only 19, so to me that’s anyone who’s not a child, like me. I only catch a glimpse of him, but for the profile he doesn’t resemble anyone I’ve seen.

“Oh I’ve seen him around campus; he’s a stud and has got a husky dad bod that I’d climb on top of.” My roommate overemphasizes noticing me check him out.

I wouldn’t know too much about that. The only sex I’ve ever experienced was porn I’d occasionally watch. Maybe I’ll see him around when going to classes. I’m wanting to see more of him.

Later in the afternoon after my classes I’m outside sunbathing in the yard of our sorority house. Rebecca is briskly coming down the hill. I have not seen her ever go that fast before.

“HEY, get inside quick!!”

I pop up and grab my towel, bundle up, and dart up the patio into the house. Rebecca is following behind me almost running me over.

“He’s coming here!”

“Who?” Still shaken from my peaceful moment outside.

“Tall and burly. He’s coming to fix our power in the room.”

“Isn’t that his job?” I say to Rebecca who is not listening.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

*“*Ooh, that’s him now. Go get the door Claire”

“Okay, miss bossy.”

I open the door to a mountain of a man.

Oh my… is my only thought.

Rebecca wasn’t exaggerating. He’s filled out everywhere. His redhair, curling out from his weathered university maintenance cap that blends with his course beard. His shoulders are almost as wide as the threshold.* *

Another thought shoots into my head. Look at all that wool budding out from the opening of his button down.

“Howdy, I’m Roy, Rebecca mentioned something about lights and a fan not working in one of y’all’s room?”

“Y-yeah, it’s our room actually. Right this way.” I turned around nervously showing him the way.

His boot steps made a commanding presence. They echoed through the house, magnified by the old wooden floors. His tool was pouch banging on his hip and made me imagine a cowboy from an old John Wayne movie.

“Right here, next to the kitchen.”

“Thank you, I’ll look and see what I can do for you girls.”

From around the corner shoots out Rebecca, “We really appreciate it, sir.” She tugs at me to come with her. “Oh my gosh, see what I mean,” She whispers, only to me.

“Yea. he’s handsome.”

“Just handsome. Girl. I get that you’ve had like two boyfriends in high school, but that’s a man right there.” She tip-toed around to get a glimpse of him. “Those forearms are the size of my calves,” she examined while biting her lip. “I’m not mad at the little gut either.”

I caught myself behind her trying to look over her scrawny figure. “His legs are pretty big.”

“Oh yea, they’re like redwood trunks.” She nudges at me.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“Me. Nothing. You on the other hand are going to tame that beast.”

“I-I- I don’t know. Sure, I’ve thought about going out and finding someone. Or really letting someone sweep me off my feet.” I explained.

“This ain’t a movie. This is real life and you have to take advantages when you can. We have a hard working gentlemen going out of his way to do us a little favor. It wouldn’t be right if we just take advantage of him.”

“Why not just pay him?”

“Because there’s no fun in that girl. Come on.” She takes my arm and forces me up the stair to another room that’s occupied by some of our sorority sisters. Luckily they aren’t around to witness how crazy Rebecca is being. Or maybe it would be best if they saw, so they could talk some sense into her.

“What are we doing in here?” I ask.

“I’m going to get you into something pretty, and Ashley has the cutest stuff. Plus we can’t just barge into our room at the moment.” She disappears into the closest and reappears with two different night gowns. “Red or blue?”

I might as well play along. Give the man a little something to look at while he fixes our fan to get air flow back in our room in time for the spring heat.

*“*Blue. Schools colors you know.”

“Yessss, now put it on and get down there.”

I get myself in this nighty set; that shows too much of everything. I would want a comfortable night gown that’s a little less racy. Then again this isn’t a comfy night in. Rebecca splashes me with some perfume lying around on the vanity and hustles me down stairs, drops me at the bedroom door, and runs off to the living room.

Roy has is back to me and is reaching up to change a bulb in the fan, oblivious to the plan set in motion. What even is the plan?

He’s not even on struggling to reach it. Rebecca’s boyfriend is 5’11” and has to at least extend his arm fully if not stretch all he’s got to get up there. Bless me, I’m starting to get those jitters in my stomach. When I get those that’s when I have to lock myself away and release them.

“Wow, that didn’t take any time at all.” I commented, looking on in amazement.

“No ma’am, it was a simple fix at the switch. Yall weren’t around so I just went and replaced a bad bulb as well.” While explaining his work he turns around, “OH, excuse me miss!” And quickly adverts his eyes from my body.

I didn’t peg him as the modest type. I imagine most men, at any age, would chomp at the bit to see more. He’s acting like a father figure. I get frantic by the thought of men peeking at me. With Roy however, I’m still anxious, but maybe I want him to see me like this. Maybe I want him to see a little bit more.

“It’s alright, I just put something more comfortable on. House full of girls, this is how we dress. I can find a robe.”

“It’s okay, I was done anyways and…”

Music starts playing from the speaker and it sounds like a song I’ve heard Rebecca play. I just don’t know what song or artist.

“You can do magic, America. Good song.”

Rebecca… I start to unravel her plot I was oblivious to.

*“*Anyways, I’ll be on my way.”

Instinctively I move towards him, like being drawn to his gravity. He stops himself on a dime. If he hadnt been so nimble I would have been squashed for sure. I can feel his breath flowing down on me. I can smell his musk. Sweat and cologne, deodorant and dirt. Looking up at his face I notice hes red as a tomato. I have to find the courage now.

Not breaking our eye contact; I reach for his tool pouch and undo the latch on it, tossing it aside recklessly. I know you’re supposed to treat tools well, but they were in the way. He’s fixated on me now, with his soft eyes. Is he annoyed with me? Maybe he’s getting a good look at my cleavage? Perhaps I let him? I bring my hand up with a lone finger running against the silky top. I trace the outline of my breast and drop one of the straps down my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Pivoting, I run back to the door hearing the giants footsteps behind me.

He throws is hand over my head onto the door keeping me from getting out. I’m frozen. Then his warm breath envelopes me again, thawing my nerves. A pair of soft warm lips kiss my neck. Something moves my hair from around my ear as the kisses caress up to my ear.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” I hear whispered in my ear.

Trembling inside, I’m intimidated by the lingering shadow cast over me. I turn back to face him bit by bit. Large hands get placed on my petite shoulders ever so gently. Again he whispers in my ear: “May I?”

Like a lost puppy I look up at him with scared eyes and nods with a weak, “mmhmm.”

He takes his hands and gradually pulls the night shirt over my torso and head revealing my half naked body. I quickly attempt to cover my buxom chest and nipples. He unbuttons two or so button on his dingy work shirt and rips it away over his head. His chest is littered with the same red hair and a huge scar makes up a large portion of his right side. It’s hard to not focus on it. I curiously touch it and feel the soft bumps. He finds both my wrists and drops my arms to my side with care.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says softly moving his hands from my wrist to my waist where my shorts sit.

He drags them down and I step out of them. He takes one smell from my vagina and tosses me up like a bag of potato’s, catching my legs over those immense shoulders of his. Now hoisted in the air and nowhere to go I give into the moment and hold his head tightly stuffing his face into my crotch. Without hesitating he does something to me I had only ever watched and heard about. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel or how it would happen.Although I would have never guessed it would be ascended upon a throne of warm flesh and muscles. His tongue works its way around my lips and folds. I’m already gushing, but that doesn’t sway him. He vigorously pushes on.

He’s getting close to my spot. He’s right on top of it. He’s there! He there! He’s theres!

*“*AAAAHHHHHYYYYY!” I shriek out.

More wetness comes out of me and my body contorts and flexes from the feeling of my orgasm. Dropping my limp body into his arms with a concerned gaze, “Are you alright miss?”

“Ye-yes I’m good.” I stutter out with a breath of exhaustion.

While nestled in his arms he carry’s me over my bed and sets me down softy. With my innocent eyes peering up and bringing them down and work on removing his leather belt and undo his jeans. I grab the both of the garments he’s wearing and peel them off his massive thighs and they drop to the floor with a clank of his buckle. Before me is his cock, proportional to his great stature. I should know what to do with this. Though is all so new to me. What if I use too much teeth or gag and hurl all over him.

I shake the doubt and worry from my head and enthusiastically start sucking his fully erect shaft. I am intoxicated by his aroma. I can tell he’s been working hard today and the scent of his perspiration further entrances me bobbing back and forth. He places his fingers through my long hair, but doesn’t take over like they do in porn. Instead he’s holding steady, brushing my locks. He allows me to pleasure him with my mouth. I take my attention to suckle on the tip of his dick simultaneously stroking him. I feel the release of some fluid onto my tongue and get more out with more strokes. I circle his hole trying to dig myself in deeper with my tongue. He lets how a guttural moan and I pull away and move his girthy member aside. I progress forward and kiss on his stomach. He’s not ripped or cut, and he has a little bit of an overhang but I feel warmth and a coziness. Hugging on his waist I kiss him a couple more times slowly and tenderly.

Turning my head so that my cheek melts into his tummy I faintly say, “I want you to take my virginity. I want to give all I have to you. Take my innocence, but please be gentle.”

He embraces me back, “I did say I was going to take care of you.”

I look up at him again and he meets me with those soft eyes. With the sunlight shining through they look to be amber in color. He’s the embodiment of sunshine. He came into my life on a breeze of spring air and his radiance has brought me to bloom.

I lay down on the bed and he finishes removing his boots and jeans from around his ankles. I spread my legs apart and he moves onto the bed holding himself over me. I feel protected with him like this. I give him a lovingly smile and grab his cock, positioning it on my pussy spreading my lips apart making myself ready for him. He glides in with a little bit of resistance. I hold my breath and exhale.

“Is that okay?”

I pull him closer and we begin to kiss passionately, his tongue finding his way into my mouth. He thrusts his hips forward and shoves all he has into me. I let out a gasp and continue to feel his lips against mine. He starts off at a pace I can handle. In. And out. In. And. Out. In. And. Out.

“Roy.” I speak confidently

“Yes ma’am?”

“Fuck me.” My innocent eyes transpose to those filled with a ferventness.

Not needing more instructions he raises up and clutches my waist. He plunges deeper than he has before. I let out a yelp and he produces a guttural growl. He changes from kind and affectionate to a beast tossing me up and down on his meat insouciant to my desires. He’s taking for all I have.

I notice the song has changed. Who knows how many have played since. It’s in the middle of it and I catch the title, ‘So Into You’.

Releasing my sides he drops down, both of his pillars smashing into the mattress. His thrusts are powerful and each time he rams my small cunt his gut slaps against my clitoris sending me writhing with satisfaction.

“FUCK, FUCK, SHIT FUCK!!! IM GOING TO CUM!!” My vocabulary checks out and any noise coming me becomes yells and squeals.

I feel a sensation from my stomach down into my pussy and I climax for a second time.

I see a grin on Roy’s face as he huffs and puffs. He wants to devour me and I’m his little red riding hood. The cunning wolf has me pinned down and all I can do is take what’s coming to me. Blow me away. Blow my walls down.

“COME ON YOU BRUTE! YOU CAN CUM WHERE EVER JUST GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED!”

He wrenches his enlarged tool from inside me and gives it a couple of jerks before dumping his warm pale semen on my entire being.

“AAHHHH!” Out comes a thunderous roar. He shivers and falls to my side. Spent.

From pussy to face I relish in his spunk. My burning fury has been doused. We’re both motionless and the next songs starts.

“Jackie Blue…” he says muffled buried inside my pillow.

“The Ozark Mountain Daredevils. It’s a favorite of my mom’s.”

Roy lets out a soft groan, and rolls off the twin bed falling to the floor with a loud thud that shakes my desk. He gets up and goes to the bathroom door and when he opens it Rebecca is there with a washcloth in her hand. A cheesy smile from ear to ear. She hands it to Roy who then slams the door in her face.

She disappointed, “Aaww,” permeates from the door.

From outside we hear rustling and a couple of different sounding hushes.

Roy walks over to the window, “Do you know any blondes?”

“Two that I can think of.”

He drops the blinds and two distinct giggles harmonize from the other side of the window.

“I guess we did make a ruckus in here. I apologize for that.” He says with an altruistic tone.

“Don’t be sorry, I should’ve known better.” I comment with a tee-hee.

He brings me the washcloth and cleans my body off and gets me some actual clothes from my dresser. He puts his uniform back on and comes over next to the bed where I’m laying, reluctant to get up. He gives me a kiss on the forehead and palms my cheek in his loving hands. He rubs it with his thumb and gives me that warmhearted smile and stands up. I sit up and watch him leave for the door.

I notice he forgot to grab his tool pouch off the floor. “Hey, your tool pouch is over there under the chair.”

“I’ll get them in the morning before work.” He winks backs at me.

With that, he opens the door and leaves. My heart flutters with every booming step echoing as he leaves the house.

The front door opens; and in unison the 3 ‘voyeurs’ shout, “To come by again anytime.”

I pick up his tools and put them neatly back in his pouch. I embrace them tightly and throw myself back onto the bed giggling like a little school girl.

I added a playlist that inspired me on this story

“You can do magic” America
“So into you” Atlanta Rhythm section
“Jackie Blue” The Ozark Mountain Daredevils
“Night Moves” Bob Seger
“Summer Breeze” Seals and Crofts
“Lovin, Touchin, Squeezin” Journey
“Filled Around and Fell In Love” Elvis Bishop

I'm really struggling with this last uphill push. Maybe it's because my muscles ache and at this point and it feels like I'm pushing an elephant rather than a bicycle.
It's just a little less that a hundred feet until I make the turn onto my street but it feels as if its miles away. A lot has been on my mind recently; I feel as if it could be taking me out of it physically and mentally? I spot my neighbor, Beth, down the street working on her car in the garage. It's an 80s Porsche, I can't tell the model though. Looks like we're both in the process of restoring older vehicles. Anytime she sees me, it always looks like she's sucked a lemon. What she doesn't know is how obsessed with her I am. Her simple beauty is the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen since moving into this subdivision. I decide I'm going to pop over to her house and see what she's repairing since I'm basically done and right the road from my house.

"Wow, you look like shit", she said comically.

She could have meant it in a demeaning sense thought it's hard to tell.
Not to feel a hit to my pride as a man I invite myself to consult with the ongoing project she's undertaking.

"Just like a woman to wear out these brake rotors like this, I'm more baffled you're replacing them yourself on such a fine vehicle. Are you sure you can manage"? I comeback sarcastically.

Or at least I hope she heard it that way... In the awkward silence I take note of the vibe of the garage that she has made into an auto shop. It seems oddly like how I set up my garage; man-cave feel but having more purpose rather than drinking beer and watching the garage TV. Hers is much pinker. It even has this DIY string light braided with a boa surrounding the room.

"Well, are you gonna help? I know your mouth runs and truck doesn't so either keep pedaling or get me that tube and glass bottle".

Without skipping a beat, she gets back to prepping her tool cart for the next step in the brake repair. Thinking about order she gave me for the bottle and tube and noticing the worn rotors and pads, I'd say she is flushing her brake lines. At this point she's ready for fresh fluids.

"okay, I'm going to work the pedal and you add the oil. I need you to connect to the bleeder tip and let me know when clean" ...

I cut her off abruptly, "Yeah, yeah, clean fluids gonna come out then I close it off and go the next tire".

We start with the farthest tire; the passenger rear tire, then driver side rear, next is the passenger front tire, and finally the driver side front.

From this angle I get a peak looking up at her through open areas around the door and notice she is wearing the same biker shorts I am wearing. I could see how wide her hips were and how firm her legs looked.
I know from stolen glances she's got a juicy peach for an ass. That's probably why she's got men's shorts. After all, I got these shorts because they gave me room to breathe and not constrict my junk to my thighs, so why wouldn't she be using them more room as well.

After a while, I start to notice the beads of weat slowly building up and dripping down her slim calves. Not paying attention to the task at hand I fumble to siphon tube, which comes off the tip and I take a load of squirt of two heavy steams of brake fluid.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH"! I shout.

She quickly gets out of the car and when she sees me laying down on the concrete in my oily state, lets out a snicker and cacks a side smile.

"Oops, sorry there, you seemed like you knew what you were doing" she remarked.

Did she notice me sneaking an up-close peak? No, I was looking at her the entire time, she didn't look down at me.
Unless she just knew I was fawning over her lower half. She goes to help me off the floor, but I bounce up and rip my shirt off so the caustic fluid doesn't fuck up my skin. We both make our way to the sink in the corner.
First thing we did was clean off the liquid that had gotten on my neck and cheek.
Without the baggy cotton shirt clinging to my arms and torso she starts cleaning off my chest and stomach where the oil had seeped through the shirt.

"oh, your shorts as well. She pointed out.

"Just give them a good wipe off, I have underwear on under them anyway. I'm not too worried about that's spot, thanks".

She proceeds to do some light dabs with a shop towel and some break clean. With one long wipe she inadvertently catches to edge of my contained cock and I couldn't help it and twitch it as she rubs up against my tip, making the dark wet spot a little bigger.
Stunned by this mishap, I take a step back and both of us lock eyes.

She bursts into Laughter, "I'm so sorry, he ha".

Standing there I watch her demeaner change from comical to flirtatious. Giving me a sultry look, I don't believe I have ever seen a woman give me before, she grabs the garage door clicker and proceeds to shut the door with us inside..
"I reckon I was out of line there, only right you get yours". She spoke softly, then she slowly took off those matching shorts of hers. While processing what's going on in my head, her girl cock bounds out with a throb and drip.

Sweat, like wildflower honey, dripping
down her sun-kissed, caramel skin was already enticing me to have a taste, but watching adroplet from her hole glisten from the ambient light made my mouth soaked with saliva. With a sudden rush, I now feel the need to take in all her softness and innocence she may have and voidher of any remaining purity. I let slip out with a deep breath whisper, "fuck".

She starts towards me and swiftly rips down my tight garment to mid-thigh, enough to my cock into the hot, fresh air. She clenches around it at the base and slowly stroked it up squeezing a surge of precum out of my dick. As she then pulls me closer, our tips exude pre-cum, both of our hole's kiss and come apart, stringing along a mixture of our secretions. With the outside air cut off, the garage turns into an oven of heat and lust. Sweat accumulating fast on our exposed body parts.

I hesitate at first, but go to grab her cock doing the same thing she had done to me, clenching of her harder. I lighten up the grip to sensually stroker her girl knob.
She does the same to me. In sync we both take one large breath in and exhale like doing the purest line of coke. our synchronization of back-and-forth strokes draw us closer and closer to utter bliss. I take my other arm and drape it over her shoulder and she braces up against the basin. We are inter-connected like snakes twirling together during their mating ritual. I didn't want to release my grasp of the power that I held in my fingers, and I could tell she wanted to keep her grip to me as well. What was once drops of sweat quickly became a sudden spring shower, coming in hard and wet.

Reality shrinks around me, I center on
the sounds of tips and taps of sweet perspiration braking on the cool concrete, the buzz of a run-down floor fan, and our bestial breathing.

This burst of intimate, mutual
masturbation is halted when she goes to reveal a multitude of extra velvety soft foreskin. It was a welcome surprise. I couldn't tell she was hiding something even being exposed as she was. I thrust my hips forwards signaling to her I wanted to stuff myself into her cock socket. Beth spreads her opening apart and I work myself in her sheath; enveloping my circumcised shaft.
This reminds me of one of the masturbators I have back at the house, but warm and inviting. Within the steamy embrace we start to insert grunts and moans between breaths. while she holds our connection, I sneak a peek of her radiant face. She's peering down concentrated on her delicate grasp. I clench her small shoulders and bring my head closer to her succulent neck and lick up her wetness before I alternate to a suckle.

Once shes got the feel of our movements, she moved a hand to my girthy base making lengthy strokes inverse to my trusting. As I push forward, she would tug me backwards wrapping her flesh over mine to keep me inserted with her other hand. We stay coupled as our self-lubrications assists to
make our copulation frictionless. If she wasn't so petite I would traverse my tongue down to her sweet little nipples, but I feel the extra movement would pull us apart. I just use my hand to play with her protruding nipples. They were surprisingly defined covered under her shirt and bra. Massaging one betwixt my thumb and pointer finger it reminded me of threading a bolt into a hard-to-reach area on when you're underneath a vehicle. Her mounds aren't too big either, an ample amount to fit in my rough, meaty hands. Those sexy B-cups fill out my mitts enough to knead them.

I begin to lose inhibition in her essence; I plunge further inside. I reluctantly move away from her neck so I can use my other hand to caress her bare ball sack. I fondle them gently, caressing them with every finger, clenching them periodically like my own personal stress ball. My balls seem to be relaxing to the point of releasing what I have pent up inside. I want her to release whatever she has imprisoned as well.

Quivering, her strength in her legs give way. The reaction breaks us away from our tug-of-war as letting out guttural moans... I really hope know one heard that. I could feel she was close too, but she stammers towards the door going inside without finishing. Did I cross a line? She presses the garage door opener mounted on the wall leaving the clicker on the counter next to me. I think I get the memo without her having to say anything. As the door opens, she slinks inside tripping over herself because of the shorts around her ankles. I rush to make myself presentable for the public world. I had forgotten about it for while within these feminine walls. As I make my way out, I hear a cacophony of shrieks and squeals bleeding out of the door. I take a step back inside, but realize she's already ejaculated and I missed out to consume her cum.

For a moment my whole world had been an alternative actuality that I would never have dreamed of being in, but it was real. I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it.

I locate my bike and hop on; I walk out to the end of her driveway and survey the road and other houses wondering if there are any
"Looky-Lous'. Riding home I replay the scene over and over. I'm only five houses down the hill, but I ran through the sequence over a hundred times.

In a trance like state, I drop my bike
out form under me and march to my houses side gate and go into the back yard. Peel down my shorts. Drop my underwear. And jerk off my swollen dick and balls. Pounding away vigorously, I drop to me knees now cupping my testicles how I fondled Beths'. Thinking about her small perky bosom and her pendulous sack. Her meaty shaft and tight waist. Her golden skin and perfect size. I brood over my obsession for only a moment until I ejaculate hysterically. I didn't register it had happened. It all just spued out like streams of brake fluid being pumped out of the caliper lines...

I'm really struggling with this last uphill push. Maybe it's because my muscles ache and at this point and it feels like I'm pushing an elephant rather than a bicycle.
It's just a little less that a hundred feet until I make the turn onto my street but it feels as if its miles away. A lot has been on my mind recently; I feel as if it could be taking me out of it physically and mentally? I spot my neighbor, Beth, down the street working on her car in the garage. It's an 80s Porsche, I can't tell the model though. Looks like we're both in the process of restoring older vehicles. Anytime she sees me, it always looks like she's sucked a lemon. What she doesn't know is how obsessed with her I am. Her simple beauty is the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen since moving into this subdivision. I decide I'm going to pop over to her house and see what she's repairing since I'm basically done and right the road from my house.

"Wow, you look like shit", she said comically.

She could have meant it in a demeaning sense thought it's hard to tell.
Not to feel a hit to my pride as a man I invite myself to consult with the ongoing project she's undertaking.

"Just like a woman to wear out these brake rotors like this, I'm more baffled you're replacing them yourself on such a fine vehicle. Are you sure you can manage"? I comeback sarcastically.

Or at least I hope she heard it that way... In the awkward silence I take note of the vibe of the garage that she has made into an auto shop. It seems oddly like how I set up my garage; man-cave feel but having more purpose rather than drinking beer and watching the garage TV. Hers is much pinker. It even has this DIY string light braided with a boa surrounding the room.

"Well, are you gonna help? I know your mouth runs and truck doesn't so either keep pedaling or get me that tube and glass bottle".

Without skipping a beat, she gets back to prepping her tool cart for the next step in the brake repair. Thinking about order she gave me for the bottle and tube and noticing the worn rotors and pads, I'd say she is flushing her brake lines. At this point she's ready for fresh fluids.

"okay, I'm going to work the pedal and you add the oil. I need you to connect to the bleeder tip and let me know when clean" ...

I cut her off abruptly, "Yeah, yeah, clean fluids gonna come out then I close it off and go the next tire".

We start with the farthest tire; the passenger rear tire, then driver side rear, next is the passenger front tire, and finally the driver side front.

From this angle I get a peak looking up at her through open areas around the door and notice she is wearing the same biker shorts I am wearing. I could see how wide her hips were and how firm her legs looked.
I know from stolen glances she's got a juicy peach for an ass. That's probably why she's got men's shorts. After all, I got these shorts because they gave me room to breathe and not constrict my junk to my thighs, so why wouldn't she be using them more room as well.

After a while, I start to notice the beads of weat slowly building up and dripping down her slim calves. Not paying attention to the task at hand I fumble to siphon tube, which comes off the tip and I take a load of squirt of two heavy steams of brake fluid.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH"! I shout.

She quickly gets out of the car and when she sees me laying down on the concrete in my oily state, lets out a snicker and cacks a side smile.

"Oops, sorry there, you seemed like you knew what you were doing" she remarked.

Did she notice me sneaking an up-close peak? No, I was looking at her the entire time, she didn't look down at me.
Unless she just knew I was fawning over her lower half. She goes to help me off the floor, but I bounce up and rip my shirt off so the caustic fluid doesn't fuck up my skin. We both make our way to the sink in the corner.
First thing we did was clean off the liquid that had gotten on my neck and cheek.
Without the baggy cotton shirt clinging to my arms and torso she starts cleaning off my chest and stomach where the oil had seeped through the shirt.

"oh, your shorts as well. She pointed out.

"Just give them a good wipe off, I have underwear on under them anyway. I'm not too worried about that's spot, thanks".

She proceeds to do some light dabs with a shop towel and some break clean. With one long wipe she inadvertently catches to edge of my contained cock and I couldn't help it and twitch it as she rubs up against my tip, making the dark wet spot a little bigger.
Stunned by this mishap, I take a step back and both of us lock eyes.

She bursts into Laughter, "I'm so sorry, he ha".

Standing there I watch her demeaner change from comical to flirtatious. Giving me a sultry look, I don't believe I have ever seen a woman give me before, she grabs the garage door clicker and proceeds to shut the door with us inside..
"I reckon I was out of line there, only right you get yours". She spoke softly, then she slowly took off those matching shorts of hers. While processing what's going on in my head, her girl cock bounds out with a throb and drip.

Sweat, like wildflower honey, dripping
down her sun-kissed, caramel skin was already enticing me to have a taste, but watching adroplet from her hole glisten from the ambient light made my mouth soaked with saliva. With a sudden rush, I now feel the need to take in all her softness and innocence she may have and voidher of any remaining purity. I let slip out with a deep breath whisper, "fuck".

She starts towards me and swiftly rips down my tight garment to mid-thigh, enough to my cock into the hot, fresh air. She clenches around it at the base and slowly stroked it up squeezing a surge of precum out of my dick. As she then pulls me closer, our tips exude pre-cum, both of our hole's kiss and come apart, stringing along a mixture of our secretions. With the outside air cut off, the garage turns into an oven of heat and lust. Sweat accumulating fast on our exposed body parts.

I hesitate at first, but go to grab her cock doing the same thing she had done to me, clenching of her harder. I lighten up the grip to sensually stroker her girl knob.
She does the same to me. In sync we both take one large breath in and exhale like doing the purest line of coke. our synchronization of back-and-forth strokes draw us closer and closer to utter bliss. I take my other arm and drape it over her shoulder and she braces up against the basin. We are inter-connected like snakes twirling together during their mating ritual. I didn't want to release my grasp of the power that I held in my fingers, and I could tell she wanted to keep her grip to me as well. What was once drops of sweat quickly became a sudden spring shower, coming in hard and wet.

Reality shrinks around me, I center on
the sounds of tips and taps of sweet perspiration braking on the cool concrete, the buzz of a run-down floor fan, and our bestial breathing.

This burst of intimate, mutual
masturbation is halted when she goes to reveal a multitude of extra velvety soft foreskin. It was a welcome surprise. I couldn't tell she was hiding something even being exposed as she was. I thrust my hips forwards signaling to her I wanted to stuff myself into her cock socket. Beth spreads her opening apart and I work myself in her sheath; enveloping my circumcised shaft.
This reminds me of one of the masturbators I have back at the house, but warm and inviting. Within the steamy embrace we start to insert grunts and moans between breaths. while she holds our connection, I sneak a peek of her radiant face. She's peering down concentrated on her delicate grasp. I clench her small shoulders and bring my head closer to her succulent neck and lick up her wetness before I alternate to a suckle.

Once shes got the feel of our movements, she moved a hand to my girthy base making lengthy strokes inverse to my trusting. As I push forward, she would tug me backwards wrapping her flesh over mine to keep me inserted with her other hand. We stay coupled as our self-lubrications assists to
make our copulation frictionless. If she wasn't so petite I would traverse my tongue down to her sweet little nipples, but I feel the extra movement would pull us apart. I just use my hand to play with her protruding nipples. They were surprisingly defined covered under her shirt and bra. Massaging one betwixt my thumb and pointer finger it reminded me of threading a bolt into a hard-to-reach area on when you're underneath a vehicle. Her mounds aren't too big either, an ample amount to fit in my rough, meaty hands. Those sexy B-cups fill out my mitts enough to knead them.

I begin to lose inhibition in her essence; I plunge further inside. I reluctantly move away from her neck so I can use my other hand to caress her bare ball sack. I fondle them gently, caressing them with every finger, clenching them periodically like my own personal stress ball. My balls seem to be relaxing to the point of releasing what I have pent up inside. I want her to release whatever she has imprisoned as well.

Quivering, her strength in her legs give way. The reaction breaks us away from our tug-of-war as letting out guttural moans... I really hope know one heard that. I could feel she was close too, but she stammers towards the door going inside without finishing. Did I cross a line? She presses the garage door opener mounted on the wall leaving the clicker on the counter next to me. I think I get the memo without her having to say anything. As the door opens, she slinks inside tripping over herself because of the shorts around her ankles. I rush to make myself presentable for the public world. I had forgotten about it for while within these feminine walls. As I make my way out, I hear a cacophony of shrieks and squeals bleeding out of the door. I take a step back inside, but realize she's already ejaculated and I missed out to consume her cum.

For a moment my whole world had been an alternative actuality that I would never have dreamed of being in, but it was real. I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it.

I locate my bike and hop on; I walk out to the end of her driveway and survey the road and other houses wondering if there are any
"Looky-Lous'. Riding home I replay the scene over and over. I'm only five houses down the hill, but I ran through the sequence over a hundred times.

In a trance like state, I drop my bike
out form under me and march to my houses side gate and go into the back yard. Peel down my shorts. Drop my underwear. And jerk off my swollen dick and balls. Pounding away vigorously, I drop to me knees now cupping my testicles how I fondled Beths'. Thinking about her small perky bosom and her pendulous sack. Her meaty shaft and tight waist. Her golden skin and perfect size. I brood over my obsession for only a moment until I ejaculate hysterically. I didn't register it had happened. It all just spued out like streams of brake fluid being pumped out of the caliper lines...

I'm really struggling with this last uphill push. Maybe it's because my muscles ache and at this point and it feels like I'm pushing an elephant rather than a bicycle.
It's just a little less that a hundred feet until I make the turn onto my street but it feels as if its miles away. A lot has been on my mind recently; I feel as if it could be taking me out of it physically and mentally? I spot my neighbor, Beth, down the street working on her car in the garage. It's an 80s Porsche, I can't tell the model though. Looks like we're both in the process of restoring older vehicles. Anytime she sees me, it always looks like she's sucked a lemon. What she doesn't know is how obsessed with her I am. Her simple beauty is the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen since moving into this subdivision. I decide I'm going to pop over to her house and see what she's repairing since I'm basically done and right the road from my house.

"Wow, you look like shit", she said comically.

She could have meant it in a demeaning sense thought it's hard to tell.
Not to feel a hit to my pride as a man I invite myself to consult with the ongoing project she's undertaking.

"Just like a woman to wear out these brake rotors like this, I'm more baffled you're replacing them yourself on such a fine vehicle. Are you sure you can manage"? I comeback sarcastically.

Or at least I hope she heard it that way... In the awkward silence I take note of the vibe of the garage that she has made into an auto shop. It seems oddly like how I set up my garage; man-cave feel but having more purpose rather than drinking beer and watching the garage TV. Hers is much pinker. It even has this DIY string light braided with a boa surrounding the room.

"Well, are you gonna help? I know your mouth runs and truck doesn't so either keep pedaling or get me that tube and glass bottle".

Without skipping a beat, she gets back to prepping her tool cart for the next step in the brake repair. Thinking about order she gave me for the bottle and tube and noticing the worn rotors and pads, I'd say she is flushing her brake lines. At this point she's ready for fresh fluids.

"okay, I'm going to work the pedal and you add the oil. I need you to connect to the bleeder tip and let me know when clean" ...

I cut her off abruptly, "Yeah, yeah, clean fluids gonna come out then I close it off and go the next tire".

We start with the farthest tire; the passenger rear tire, then driver side rear, next is the passenger front tire, and finally the driver side front.

From this angle I get a peak looking up at her through open areas around the door and notice she is wearing the same biker shorts I am wearing. I could see how wide her hips were and how firm her legs looked.
I know from stolen glances she's got a juicy peach for an ass. That's probably why she's got men's shorts. After all, I got these shorts because they gave me room to breathe and not constrict my junk to my thighs, so why wouldn't she be using them more room as well.

After a while, I start to notice the beads of weat slowly building up and dripping down her slim calves. Not paying attention to the task at hand I fumble to siphon tube, which comes off the tip and I take a load of squirt of two heavy steams of brake fluid.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH"! I shout.

She quickly gets out of the car and when she sees me laying down on the concrete in my oily state, lets out a snicker and cacks a side smile.

"Oops, sorry there, you seemed like you knew what you were doing" she remarked.

Did she notice me sneaking an up-close peak? No, I was looking at her the entire time, she didn't look down at me.
Unless she just knew I was fawning over her lower half. She goes to help me off the floor, but I bounce up and rip my shirt off so the caustic fluid doesn't fuck up my skin. We both make our way to the sink in the corner.
First thing we did was clean off the liquid that had gotten on my neck and cheek.
Without the baggy cotton shirt clinging to my arms and torso she starts cleaning off my chest and stomach where the oil had seeped through the shirt.

"oh, your shorts as well. She pointed out.

"Just give them a good wipe off, I have underwear on under them anyway. I'm not too worried about that's spot, thanks".

She proceeds to do some light dabs with a shop towel and some break clean. With one long wipe she inadvertently catches to edge of my contained cock and I couldn't help it and twitch it as she rubs up against my tip, making the dark wet spot a little bigger.
Stunned by this mishap, I take a step back and both of us lock eyes.

She bursts into Laughter, "I'm so sorry, he ha".

Standing there I watch her demeaner change from comical to flirtatious. Giving me a sultry look, I don't believe I have ever seen a woman give me before, she grabs the garage door clicker and proceeds to shut the door with us inside..
"I reckon I was out of line there, only right you get yours". She spoke softly, then she slowly took off those matching shorts of hers. While processing what's going on in my head, her girl cock bounds out with a throb and drip.

Sweat, like wildflower honey, dripping
down her sun-kissed, caramel skin was already enticing me to have a taste, but watching adroplet from her hole glisten from the ambient light made my mouth soaked with saliva. With a sudden rush, I now feel the need to take in all her softness and innocence she may have and voidher of any remaining purity. I let slip out with a deep breath whisper, "fuck".

She starts towards me and swiftly rips down my tight garment to mid-thigh, enough to my cock into the hot, fresh air. She clenches around it at the base and slowly stroked it up squeezing a surge of precum out of my dick. As she then pulls me closer, our tips exude pre-cum, both of our hole's kiss and come apart, stringing along a mixture of our secretions. With the outside air cut off, the garage turns into an oven of heat and lust. Sweat accumulating fast on our exposed body parts.

I hesitate at first, but go to grab her cock doing the same thing she had done to me, clenching of her harder. I lighten up the grip to sensually stroker her girl knob.
She does the same to me. In sync we both take one large breath in and exhale like doing the purest line of coke. our synchronization of back-and-forth strokes draw us closer and closer to utter bliss. I take my other arm and drape it over her shoulder and she braces up against the basin. We are inter-connected like snakes twirling together during their mating ritual. I didn't want to release my grasp of the power that I held in my fingers, and I could tell she wanted to keep her grip to me as well. What was once drops of sweat quickly became a sudden spring shower, coming in hard and wet.

Reality shrinks around me, I center on
the sounds of tips and taps of sweet perspiration braking on the cool concrete, the buzz of a run-down floor fan, and our bestial breathing.

This burst of intimate, mutual
masturbation is halted when she goes to reveal a multitude of extra velvety soft foreskin. It was a welcome surprise. I couldn't tell she was hiding something even being exposed as she was. I thrust my hips forwards signaling to her I wanted to stuff myself into her cock socket. Beth spreads her opening apart and I work myself in her sheath; enveloping my circumcised shaft.
This reminds me of one of the masturbators I have back at the house, but warm and inviting. Within the steamy embrace we start to insert grunts and moans between breaths. while she holds our connection, I sneak a peek of her radiant face. She's peering down concentrated on her delicate grasp. I clench her small shoulders and bring my head closer to her succulent neck and lick up her wetness before I alternate to a suckle.

Once shes got the feel of our movements, she moved a hand to my girthy base making lengthy strokes inverse to my trusting. As I push forward, she would tug me backwards wrapping her flesh over mine to keep me inserted with her other hand. We stay coupled as our self-lubrications assists to
make our copulation frictionless. If she wasn't so petite I would traverse my tongue down to her sweet little nipples, but I feel the extra movement would pull us apart. I just use my hand to play with her protruding nipples. They were surprisingly defined covered under her shirt and bra. Massaging one betwixt my thumb and pointer finger it reminded me of threading a bolt into a hard-to-reach area on when you're underneath a vehicle. Her mounds aren't too big either, an ample amount to fit in my rough, meaty hands. Those sexy B-cups fill out my mitts enough to knead them.

I begin to lose inhibition in her essence; I plunge further inside. I reluctantly move away from her neck so I can use my other hand to caress her bare ball sack. I fondle them gently, caressing them with every finger, clenching them periodically like my own personal stress ball. My balls seem to be relaxing to the point of releasing what I have pent up inside. I want her to release whatever she has imprisoned as well.

Quivering, her strength in her legs give way. The reaction breaks us away from our tug-of-war as letting out guttural moans... I really hope know one heard that. I could feel she was close too, but she stammers towards the door going inside without finishing. Did I cross a line? She presses the garage door opener mounted on the wall leaving the clicker on the counter next to me. I think I get the memo without her having to say anything. As the door opens, she slinks inside tripping over herself because of the shorts around her ankles. I rush to make myself presentable for the public world. I had forgotten about it for while within these feminine walls. As I make my way out, I hear a cacophony of shrieks and squeals bleeding out of the door. I take a step back inside, but realize she's already ejaculated and I missed out to consume her cum.

For a moment my whole world had been an alternative actuality that I would never have dreamed of being in, but it was real. I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it.

I locate my bike and hop on; I walk out to the end of her driveway and survey the road and other houses wondering if there are any
"Looky-Lous'. Riding home I replay the scene over and over. I'm only five houses down the hill, but I ran through the sequence over a hundred times.

In a trance like state, I drop my bike
out form under me and march to my houses side gate and go into the back yard. Peel down my shorts. Drop my underwear. And jerk off my swollen dick and balls. Pounding away vigorously, I drop to me knees now cupping my testicles how I fondled Beths'. Thinking about her small perky bosom and her pendulous sack. Her meaty shaft and tight waist. Her golden skin and perfect size. I brood over my obsession for only a moment until I ejaculate hysterically. I didn't register it had happened. It all just spued out like streams of brake fluid being pumped out of the caliper lines...

I'm really struggling with this last uphill push. Maybe it's because my muscles ache and at this point and it feels like I'm pushing an elephant rather than a bicycle.
It's just a little less that a hundred feet until I make the turn onto my street but it feels as if its miles away. A lot has been on my mind recently; I feel as if it could be taking me out of it physically and mentally? I spot my neighbor, Beth, down the street working on her car in the garage. It's an 80s Porsche, I can't tell the model though. Looks like we're both in the process of restoring older vehicles. Anytime she sees me, it always looks like she's sucked a lemon. What she doesn't know is how obsessed with her I am. Her simple beauty is the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen since moving into this subdivision. I decide I'm going to pop over to her house and see what she's repairing since I'm basically done and right the road from my house.

"Wow, you look like shit", she said comically.

She could have meant it in a demeaning sense thought it's hard to tell.
Not to feel a hit to my pride as a man I invite myself to consult with the ongoing project she's undertaking.

"Just like a woman to wear out these brake rotors like this, I'm more baffled you're replacing them yourself on such a fine vehicle. Are you sure you can manage"? I comeback sarcastically.

Or at least I hope she heard it that way... In the awkward silence I take note of the vibe of the garage that she has made into an auto shop. It seems oddly like how I set up my garage; man-cave feel but having more purpose rather than drinking beer and watching the garage TV. Hers is much pinker. It even has this DIY string light braided with a boa surrounding the room.

"Well, are you gonna help? I know your mouth runs and truck doesn't so either keep pedaling or get me that tube and glass bottle".

Without skipping a beat, she gets back to prepping her tool cart for the next step in the brake repair. Thinking about order she gave me for the bottle and tube and noticing the worn rotors and pads, I'd say she is flushing her brake lines. At this point she's ready for fresh fluids.

"okay, I'm going to work the pedal and you add the oil. I need you to connect to the bleeder tip and let me know when clean" ...

I cut her off abruptly, "Yeah, yeah, clean fluids gonna come out then I close it off and go the next tire".

We start with the farthest tire; the passenger rear tire, then driver side rear, next is the passenger front tire, and finally the driver side front.

From this angle I get a peak looking up at her through open areas around the door and notice she is wearing the same biker shorts I am wearing. I could see how wide her hips were and how firm her legs looked.
I know from stolen glances she's got a juicy peach for an ass. That's probably why she's got men's shorts. After all, I got these shorts because they gave me room to breathe and not constrict my junk to my thighs, so why wouldn't she be using them more room as well.

After a while, I start to notice the beads of weat slowly building up and dripping down her slim calves. Not paying attention to the task at hand I fumble to siphon tube, which comes off the tip and I take a load of squirt of two heavy steams of brake fluid.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH"! I shout.

She quickly gets out of the car and when she sees me laying down on the concrete in my oily state, lets out a snicker and cacks a side smile.

"Oops, sorry there, you seemed like you knew what you were doing" she remarked.

Did she notice me sneaking an up-close peak? No, I was looking at her the entire time, she didn't look down at me.
Unless she just knew I was fawning over her lower half. She goes to help me off the floor, but I bounce up and rip my shirt off so the caustic fluid doesn't fuck up my skin. We both make our way to the sink in the corner.
First thing we did was clean off the liquid that had gotten on my neck and cheek.
Without the baggy cotton shirt clinging to my arms and torso she starts cleaning off my chest and stomach where the oil had seeped through the shirt.

"oh, your shorts as well. She pointed out.

"Just give them a good wipe off, I have underwear on under them anyway. I'm not too worried about that's spot, thanks".

She proceeds to do some light dabs with a shop towel and some break clean. With one long wipe she inadvertently catches to edge of my contained cock and I couldn't help it and twitch it as she rubs up against my tip, making the dark wet spot a little bigger.
Stunned by this mishap, I take a step back and both of us lock eyes.

She bursts into Laughter, "I'm so sorry, he ha".

Standing there I watch her demeaner change from comical to flirtatious. Giving me a sultry look, I don't believe I have ever seen a woman give me before, she grabs the garage door clicker and proceeds to shut the door with us inside..
"I reckon I was out of line there, only right you get yours". She spoke softly, then she slowly took off those matching shorts of hers. While processing what's going on in my head, her girl cock bounds out with a throb and drip.

Sweat, like wildflower honey, dripping
down her sun-kissed, caramel skin was already enticing me to have a taste, but watching adroplet from her hole glisten from the ambient light made my mouth soaked with saliva. With a sudden rush, I now feel the need to take in all her softness and innocence she may have and voidher of any remaining purity. I let slip out with a deep breath whisper, "fuck".

She starts towards me and swiftly rips down my tight garment to mid-thigh, enough to my cock into the hot, fresh air. She clenches around it at the base and slowly stroked it up squeezing a surge of precum out of my dick. As she then pulls me closer, our tips exude pre-cum, both of our hole's kiss and come apart, stringing along a mixture of our secretions. With the outside air cut off, the garage turns into an oven of heat and lust. Sweat accumulating fast on our exposed body parts.

I hesitate at first, but go to grab her cock doing the same thing she had done to me, clenching of her harder. I lighten up the grip to sensually stroker her girl knob.
She does the same to me. In sync we both take one large breath in and exhale like doing the purest line of coke. our synchronization of back-and-forth strokes draw us closer and closer to utter bliss. I take my other arm and drape it over her shoulder and she braces up against the basin. We are inter-connected like snakes twirling together during their mating ritual. I didn't want to release my grasp of the power that I held in my fingers, and I could tell she wanted to keep her grip to me as well. What was once drops of sweat quickly became a sudden spring shower, coming in hard and wet.

Reality shrinks around me, I center on
the sounds of tips and taps of sweet perspiration braking on the cool concrete, the buzz of a run-down floor fan, and our bestial breathing.

This burst of intimate, mutual
masturbation is halted when she goes to reveal a multitude of extra velvety soft foreskin. It was a welcome surprise. I couldn't tell she was hiding something even being exposed as she was. I thrust my hips forwards signaling to her I wanted to stuff myself into her cock socket. Beth spreads her opening apart and I work myself in her sheath; enveloping my circumcised shaft.
This reminds me of one of the masturbators I have back at the house, but warm and inviting. Within the steamy embrace we start to insert grunts and moans between breaths. while she holds our connection, I sneak a peek of her radiant face. She's peering down concentrated on her delicate grasp. I clench her small shoulders and bring my head closer to her succulent neck and lick up her wetness before I alternate to a suckle.

Once shes got the feel of our movements, she moved a hand to my girthy base making lengthy strokes inverse to my trusting. As I push forward, she would tug me backwards wrapping her flesh over mine to keep me inserted with her other hand. We stay coupled as our self-lubrications assists to
make our copulation frictionless. If she wasn't so petite I would traverse my tongue down to her sweet little nipples, but I feel the extra movement would pull us apart. I just use my hand to play with her protruding nipples. They were surprisingly defined covered under her shirt and bra. Massaging one betwixt my thumb and pointer finger it reminded me of threading a bolt into a hard-to-reach area on when you're underneath a vehicle. Her mounds aren't too big either, an ample amount to fit in my rough, meaty hands. Those sexy B-cups fill out my mitts enough to knead them.

I begin to lose inhibition in her essence; I plunge further inside. I reluctantly move away from her neck so I can use my other hand to caress her bare ball sack. I fondle them gently, caressing them with every finger, clenching them periodically like my own personal stress ball. My balls seem to be relaxing to the point of releasing what I have pent up inside. I want her to release whatever she has imprisoned as well.

Quivering, her strength in her legs give way. The reaction breaks us away from our tug-of-war as letting out guttural moans... I really hope know one heard that. I could feel she was close too, but she stammers towards the door going inside without finishing. Did I cross a line? She presses the garage door opener mounted on the wall leaving the clicker on the counter next to me. I think I get the memo without her having to say anything. As the door opens, she slinks inside tripping over herself because of the shorts around her ankles. I rush to make myself presentable for the public world. I had forgotten about it for while within these feminine walls. As I make my way out, I hear a cacophony of shrieks and squeals bleeding out of the door. I take a step back inside, but realize she's already ejaculated and I missed out to consume her cum.

For a moment my whole world had been an alternative actuality that I would never have dreamed of being in, but it was real. I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it.

I locate my bike and hop on; I walk out to the end of her driveway and survey the road and other houses wondering if there are any
"Looky-Lous'. Riding home I replay the scene over and over. I'm only five houses down the hill, but I ran through the sequence over a hundred times.

In a trance like state, I drop my bike
out form under me and march to my houses side gate and go into the back yard. Peel down my shorts. Drop my underwear. And jerk off my swollen dick and balls. Pounding away vigorously, I drop to me knees now cupping my testicles how I fondled Beths'. Thinking about her small perky bosom and her pendulous sack. Her meaty shaft and tight waist. Her golden skin and perfect size. I brood over my obsession for only a moment until I ejaculate hysterically. I didn't register it had happened. It all just spued out like streams of brake fluid being pumped out of the caliper lines...

“Would you stop dry humping me babe” she says with a chuckle.

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to fix the sheets that you destroy every night.”

“You know it”

“You know it’s because you move in your sleep”

“You don’t know what goes on when we sleep, you’re a heavier sleeper than I am” I notate for the imaginary jury.

“At least I’m still”

I brush off her comment and go into our master bathroom to finish my nightly routine of hair product and oral hygiene. I constantly peer into the mirror so that I might catch a glimpse of Kendra. She could be doing anything honestly, but because she’s only got on those thin, little panties anything she does raises my blood pressure. And wouldn’t you know it, she’s taking her vitamins. So mundane but oh so hypnotic to me. Look how she swallows all that in once go. I’m much more of a pussy and have to take one pill at a time and even it’s a chore.

“Whats on the docket tonight sweetie?”

“I don’t want to get into anything long tonight, it was a rough day in the phones and I think I just want to read. Is that okay honey?”

“Of course, I’ll just browse Reddit”

“You know what, why not you just talk about your day. I like how soothing your voice is and I can get lost in your descriptions that I’ll just be able to fall asleep.”

“That’ll work”

“Today started with a start-up in central Texas, then I had that call out to…” blah blah blah blah.

Is she already snoring? She wasn’t going to make it very far in her book at all if that’s all it took. I get up to turn off the bathroom lights and close the door. I shuffle on over to our main double doors and crack them before I turn off her bedside lamp.

It’s a full moon tonight and I can make a sliver of silver outlining her figure. Her body undulation always does something to me. The shine from her silky raven black hair. Her soft, full-sized shoulder, perfect for a napping baby to rest on. Her dip of her fun-sized waist. Then, BOOM, the large increase of her hips and subtle decline from her ass. That’s a mountain I’m familiar with climbing. It comes to an end with her plentiful thighs legs. Under the covers she melts into the mattress. She’s anAthena or Fryea, cleopatra and Marilyn, or all them and then some more; Epitome of goddess and human woman. And she’s mine.

“I wonder how knocked out she is?” I whisper to myself.

She lets out a moan and turns over on her back revealing a flatter figure with the exception of two buxom mounds. I pull the duvet cover away and move the sheets just down past them. She’s not wearing any cover over her breasts. Her nipples fill out from the cool ambient temperature produced from the fan.

I have to investigate further. I mash her breast together giving life to the semi I had been housing all evening since dinner. We had chili dogs and she made a mess getting those wieners into her mouth. Fuck, it got me going. With my boner full and blood pumping I escalate my toying of her tits and focus on her exceptional nipples. They’re so full and again, perfect for a baby to nurse from. Larger than a baby bottles tip they’re also prime size for a man wanting some of mommy’s milk. It just so happens that we’re trying to ween our youngest and she still has a supply of creamy nectar hidden away inside wanting to gush out.

I take one hand and place it down my boxers feeling my cock. It’s definitely rigid by I know it can be stiffer. I take two fingers from the other hand and use a nipple like a joystick going up and down, side to side. I change up and pinch them delicately, half-way hoping to see a drop of milk slip out.

She lets out more groans and moans. I pull back from her body and pull my shorts down fully, kicking them aside. I totally remove the covers off her straight body displaying her nakedness.

I’m glad this is my wife or I’d be considered some sort of pervert for doing this. She had a good idea drinking that chamomile tea before we came upstairs. Whether she realizes what that means to me is negligible, I think.

I unsheathe and start full stroking my dick slowly, memorizing every portion of her being like I had been doing for 13 years now. Not much changes but it never gets old for me to gaze up on her pale gentle skin. I cup my relaxed testicles and play with them, pulling and jostling them about all while I prepare for more testing.

I think I’ve already decided that this is going all the way regardless of my wife’s consciousness, but I’m not ready to climb on top and plant my flag. I’ll start with her toes. She hates when I try to suck on them, but right now she’s incapable of stopping me and I don’t plan on doing one suck of her piggy’s. I squat down at the edge of the bed and bring her foot towards me I take her big toe and give it a light kiss before I start my suckling. I continue my light stroking pace. I spread her next couple of digits away from the larger one and tongue the creases in between, paying attention to her reactions.

If this doesn’t wake her up then I should have carte Blanche with everything else. Only one more thing to try to be fore sure.

I finish with my snack and jump up to her face. I have to move the nightstand ever so quietly. It’s a good thing those felt pads are still on I can just pull it away without having to lift and move.

CRASH!!!

“fuck, the stupid monitor got caught and yanked off… dumb cunt” as off the inanimate object could understand my frustrations towards it. I leave it where it lays and continue with my objective. Now I stand but a couple inches from her mouth and with my erect cock. carefully pull her head and neck over and rotate them so it’s sideways almost off the bedside. I bump her fat lips with my broad tip. I push it in and bring it away a couple of times. I plap it down making a muffled smacking sound. I even pry them part before I gape her mouth wide open.

The light shimmering off her teeth like stars in the night. I trust my hips in, plunging all six, girthy inches as far as I can reach. I keep it there for a moment. There’s nothing I won’t be able to do now. She’s mine for the taking. I keep her head still and fuck her face like my pocket pussy in the linen closet. Everything is silent around. All noises are coming from me making hushed breaths through my nose. I keep this going for a minute or two and plunge back deep one more time flexing my dick a time or two knowing I’m serving her my precum. I then slowly remove my member, soaking wet and the fullest it can be now. She adjusts her mouth and wets her lips like she’s savoring my flavor.

I want to attempt getting some nutrients and slunk down to her breasts. I take the closest one and cup my hand around it. They’re so plump and full I can’t fit my blue-collar mitts around them. Strong meaty fingers express out a stream of liquid from her nipple. I bend over and lap it up. I perch my lips over and begin suckling while work in tandem with my hand. The jerking off also resumes with a faster rate. With every stick I’m about to get more and more flowing. I have to open my mouth more and devour her areola. I gulp down shot after shot, as much as she can produce for me.

Im so in love with you, mommy.

I stand up straight and go back to her head being my lips next to her ear. “ I’m going to fuck now”. I snake my tongue around her lobes and then put it into her socket. I motion the foot of the bed and climb on top spreading my wife’s legs. First taking her panties off, which I make sound like a task but is easily moved aside with my fingers. I place those two fingers on her lips and detect how wet she is. I pop those fingers in my mouth and slurp them clean.

Pressing against the natural incline and curve of my cock I set it on the opening of her pussy and brush the outside with my tip and push it in slowly. Kendra releases a louder moan and bodily stretche. It engulfs me further into her chasm. I reply with a moan of my own. Baby, you’re so wet, I love it. I take her by the hips. I’m able to grab a handful of of hip bone with a little bit of mommy tummy and begin fucking her. I all but ready to burst. I calm myself and swing my pelvis in and out steadily.Repeating the same back and forth rhythm progressively faster and harder. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a pretty little bitch, honey” I compliment. My tone, aroused and volume just slightly lower than my normal speaking voice.

The flutters start in my stomach, radiating quickly to my crotch and split directions with sensations dropping down into my pendulous sack and ascend up my shaft. I have to make sure I’m able to save all my spunk for a her midnight snack. One final test. Seeing if she tastes in her slumber.

The moment has come. I pluck my dick out of her drilled tunnel. I have to choke, literally and figuratively, the urge to splatter her cute fluffy pooch with my semen. I bring her legs down comfortably and fumble to get off the bed with my unruly cock tightly in my hand. Stumble over her head and go to open her mouth when she turns her head away from me and in a panic I dismiss all the care I’ve taken previous and whip her head back over facing me. I rip her mouth open and dump thick ropes of cum into her mouth and esophagus.

Fuck that was close. I let go with a deep sigh and a bellowed exhale.

Curiously, like she knew what was happening, I hear her quaff down stream after stream of daddy’s own reserve produced just for a good girl like her. Exhausted, I come out seeing her take in every bit I left her except for one dinky pearl I drop on her cheek. Evidence I purposefully leave behind as a clue to what she did for me tonight. I do my best to put everything back the way it was and wipe everything off me, find my boxers and slump into bed next to her. I close my eyes and drift off with a smile on my face, getting out some last words, “Thank you honeybuns, you’re my sweet cum dumpster”

The next morning, I wake up and notice an aroma coming from my facial hair. I know exactly what it is, but confused as to how it got there. I search around for Kendra who is getting the boys ready for school and she looks over at me with a mischievous grin and says, “Youre welcome, I hope you had sweet dreams like I did, snookums.”

“Would you stop dry humping me babe” she says with a chuckle.

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to fix the sheets that you destroy every night.”

“You know it”

“You know it’s because you move in your sleep”

“You don’t know what goes on when we sleep, you’re a heavier sleeper than I am” I notate for the imaginary jury.

“At least I’m still”

I brush off her comment and go into our master bathroom to finish my nightly routine of hair product and oral hygiene. I constantly peer into the mirror so that I might catch a glimpse of Kendra. She could be doing anything honestly, but because she’s only got on those thin, little panties anything she does raises my blood pressure. And wouldn’t you know it, she’s taking her vitamins. So mundane but oh so hypnotic to me. Look how she swallows all that in once go. I’m much more of a pussy and have to take one pill at a time and even it’s a chore.

“Whats on the docket tonight sweetie?”

“I don’t want to get into anything long tonight, it was a rough day in the phones and I think I just want to read. Is that okay honey?”

“Of course, I’ll just browse Reddit”

“You know what, why not you just talk about your day. I like how soothing your voice is and I can get lost in your descriptions that I’ll just be able to fall asleep.”

“That’ll work”

“Today started with a start-up in central Texas, then I had that call out to…” blah blah blah blah.

Is she already snoring? She wasn’t going to make it very far in her book at all if that’s all it took. I get up to turn off the bathroom lights and close the door. I shuffle on over to our main double doors and crack them before I turn off her bedside lamp.

It’s a full moon tonight and I can make a sliver of silver outlining her figure. Her body undulation always does something to me. The shine from her silky raven black hair. Her soft, full-sized shoulder, perfect for a napping baby to rest on. Her dip of her fun-sized waist. Then, BOOM, the large increase of her hips and subtle decline from her ass. That’s a mountain I’m familiar with climbing. It comes to an end with her plentiful thighs legs. Under the covers she melts into the mattress. She’s anAthena or Fryea, cleopatra and Marilyn, or all them and then some more; Epitome of goddess and human woman. And she’s mine.

“I wonder how knocked out she is?” I whisper to myself.

She lets out a moan and turns over on her back revealing a flatter figure with the exception of two buxom mounds. I pull the duvet cover away and move the sheets just down past them. She’s not wearing any cover over her breasts. Her nipples fill out from the cool ambient temperature produced from the fan.

I have to investigate further. I mash her breast together giving life to the semi I had been housing all evening since dinner. We had chili dogs and she made a mess getting those wieners into her mouth. Fuck, it got me going. With my boner full and blood pumping I escalate my toying of her tits and focus on her exceptional nipples. They’re so full and again, perfect for a baby to nurse from. Larger than a baby bottles tip they’re also prime size for a man wanting some of mommy’s milk. It just so happens that we’re trying to ween our youngest and she still has a supply of creamy nectar hidden away inside wanting to gush out.

I take one hand and place it down my boxers feeling my cock. It’s definitely rigid by I know it can be stiffer. I take two fingers from the other hand and use a nipple like a joystick going up and down, side to side. I change up and pinch them delicately, half-way hoping to see a drop of milk slip out.

She lets out more groans and moans. I pull back from her body and pull my shorts down fully, kicking them aside. I totally remove the covers off her straight body displaying her nakedness.

I’m glad this is my wife or I’d be considered some sort of pervert for doing this. She had a good idea drinking that chamomile tea before we came upstairs. Whether she realizes what that means to me is negligible, I think.

I unsheathe and start full stroking my dick slowly, memorizing every portion of her being like I had been doing for 13 years now. Not much changes but it never gets old for me to gaze up on her pale gentle skin. I cup my relaxed testicles and play with them, pulling and jostling them about all while I prepare for more testing.

I think I’ve already decided that this is going all the way regardless of my wife’s consciousness, but I’m not ready to climb on top and plant my flag. I’ll start with her toes. She hates when I try to suck on them, but right now she’s incapable of stopping me and I don’t plan on doing one suck of her piggy’s. I squat down at the edge of the bed and bring her foot towards me I take her big toe and give it a light kiss before I start my suckling. I continue my light stroking pace. I spread her next couple of digits away from the larger one and tongue the creases in between, paying attention to her reactions.

If this doesn’t wake her up then I should have carte Blanche with everything else. Only one more thing to try to be fore sure.

I finish with my snack and jump up to her face. I have to move the nightstand ever so quietly. It’s a good thing those felt pads are still on I can just pull it away without having to lift and move.

CRASH!!!

“fuck, the stupid monitor got caught and yanked off… dumb cunt” as off the inanimate object could understand my frustrations towards it. I leave it where it lays and continue with my objective. Now I stand but a couple inches from her mouth and with my erect cock. carefully pull her head and neck over and rotate them so it’s sideways almost off the bedside. I bump her fat lips with my broad tip. I push it in and bring it away a couple of times. I plap it down making a muffled smacking sound. I even pry them part before I gape her mouth wide open.

The light shimmering off her teeth like stars in the night. I trust my hips in, plunging all six, girthy inches as far as I can reach. I keep it there for a moment. There’s nothing I won’t be able to do now. She’s mine for the taking. I keep her head still and fuck her face like my pocket pussy in the linen closet. Everything is silent around. All noises are coming from me making hushed breaths through my nose. I keep this going for a minute or two and plunge back deep one more time flexing my dick a time or two knowing I’m serving her my precum. I then slowly remove my member, soaking wet and the fullest it can be now. She adjusts her mouth and wets her lips like she’s savoring my flavor.

I want to attempt getting some nutrients and slunk down to her breasts. I take the closest one and cup my hand around it. They’re so plump and full I can’t fit my blue-collar mitts around them. Strong meaty fingers express out a stream of liquid from her nipple. I bend over and lap it up. I perch my lips over and begin suckling while work in tandem with my hand. The jerking off also resumes with a faster rate. With every stick I’m about to get more and more flowing. I have to open my mouth more and devour her areola. I gulp down shot after shot, as much as she can produce for me.

Im so in love with you, mommy.

I stand up straight and go back to her head being my lips next to her ear. “ I’m going to fuck now”. I snake my tongue around her lobes and then put it into her socket. I motion the foot of the bed and climb on top spreading my wife’s legs. First taking her panties off, which I make sound like a task but is easily moved aside with my fingers. I place those two fingers on her lips and detect how wet she is. I pop those fingers in my mouth and slurp them clean.

Pressing against the natural incline and curve of my cock I set it on the opening of her pussy and brush the outside with my tip and push it in slowly. Kendra releases a louder moan and bodily stretche. It engulfs me further into her chasm. I reply with a moan of my own. Baby, you’re so wet, I love it. I take her by the hips. I’m able to grab a handful of of hip bone with a little bit of mommy tummy and begin fucking her. I all but ready to burst. I calm myself and swing my pelvis in and out steadily.Repeating the same back and forth rhythm progressively faster and harder. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a pretty little bitch, honey” I compliment. My tone, aroused and volume just slightly lower than my normal speaking voice.

The flutters start in my stomach, radiating quickly to my crotch and split directions with sensations dropping down into my pendulous sack and ascend up my shaft. I have to make sure I’m able to save all my spunk for a her midnight snack. One final test. Seeing if she tastes in her slumber.

The moment has come. I pluck my dick out of her drilled tunnel. I have to choke, literally and figuratively, the urge to splatter her cute fluffy pooch with my semen. I bring her legs down comfortably and fumble to get off the bed with my unruly cock tightly in my hand. Stumble over her head and go to open her mouth when she turns her head away from me and in a panic I dismiss all the care I’ve taken previous and whip her head back over facing me. I rip her mouth open and dump thick ropes of cum into her mouth and esophagus.

Fuck that was close. I let go with a deep sigh and a bellowed exhale.

Curiously, like she knew what was happening, I hear her quaff down stream after stream of daddy’s own reserve produced just for a good girl like her. Exhausted, I come out seeing her take in every bit I left her except for one dinky pearl I drop on her cheek. Evidence I purposefully leave behind as a clue to what she did for me tonight. I do my best to put everything back the way it was and wipe everything off me, find my boxers and slump into bed next to her. I close my eyes and drift off with a smile on my face, getting out some last words, “Thank you honeybuns, you’re my sweet cum dumpster”

The next morning, I wake up and notice an aroma coming from my facial hair. I know exactly what it is, but confused as to how it got there. I search around for Kendra who is getting the boys ready for school and she looks over at me with a mischievous grin and says, “Youre welcome, I hope you had sweet dreams like I did, snookums.”

“Would you stop dry humping me babe” she says with a chuckle.

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to fix the sheets that you destroy every night.”

“You know it”

“You know it’s because you move in your sleep”

“You don’t know what goes on when we sleep, you’re a heavier sleeper than I am” I notate for the imaginary jury.

“At least I’m still”

I brush off her comment and go into our master bathroom to finish my nightly routine of hair product and oral hygiene. I constantly peer into the mirror so that I might catch a glimpse of Kendra. She could be doing anything honestly, but because she’s only got on those thin, little panties anything she does raises my blood pressure. And wouldn’t you know it, she’s taking her vitamins. So mundane but oh so hypnotic to me. Look how she swallows all that in once go. I’m much more of a pussy and have to take one pill at a time and even it’s a chore.

“Whats on the docket tonight sweetie?”

“I don’t want to get into anything long tonight, it was a rough day in the phones and I think I just want to read. Is that okay honey?”

“Of course, I’ll just browse Reddit”

“You know what, why not you just talk about your day. I like how soothing your voice is and I can get lost in your descriptions that I’ll just be able to fall asleep.”

“That’ll work”

“Today started with a start-up in central Texas, then I had that call out to…” blah blah blah blah.

Is she already snoring? She wasn’t going to make it very far in her book at all if that’s all it took. I get up to turn off the bathroom lights and close the door. I shuffle on over to our main double doors and crack them before I turn off her bedside lamp.

It’s a full moon tonight and I can make a sliver of silver outlining her figure. Her body undulation always does something to me. The shine from her silky raven black hair. Her soft, full-sized shoulder, perfect for a napping baby to rest on. Her dip of her fun-sized waist. Then, BOOM, the large increase of her hips and subtle decline from her ass. That’s a mountain I’m familiar with climbing. It comes to an end with her plentiful thighs legs. Under the covers she melts into the mattress. She’s anAthena or Fryea, cleopatra and Marilyn, or all them and then some more; Epitome of goddess and human woman. And she’s mine.

“I wonder how knocked out she is?” I whisper to myself.

She lets out a moan and turns over on her back revealing a flatter figure with the exception of two buxom mounds. I pull the duvet cover away and move the sheets just down past them. She’s not wearing any cover over her breasts. Her nipples fill out from the cool ambient temperature produced from the fan.

I have to investigate further. I mash her breast together giving life to the semi I had been housing all evening since dinner. We had chili dogs and she made a mess getting those wieners into her mouth. Fuck, it got me going. With my boner full and blood pumping I escalate my toying of her tits and focus on her exceptional nipples. They’re so full and again, perfect for a baby to nurse from. Larger than a baby bottles tip they’re also prime size for a man wanting some of mommy’s milk. It just so happens that we’re trying to ween our youngest and she still has a supply of creamy nectar hidden away inside wanting to gush out.

I take one hand and place it down my boxers feeling my cock. It’s definitely rigid by I know it can be stiffer. I take two fingers from the other hand and use a nipple like a joystick going up and down, side to side. I change up and pinch them delicately, half-way hoping to see a drop of milk slip out.

She lets out more groans and moans. I pull back from her body and pull my shorts down fully, kicking them aside. I totally remove the covers off her straight body displaying her nakedness.

I’m glad this is my wife or I’d be considered some sort of pervert for doing this. She had a good idea drinking that chamomile tea before we came upstairs. Whether she realizes what that means to me is negligible, I think.

I unsheathe and start full stroking my dick slowly, memorizing every portion of her being like I had been doing for 13 years now. Not much changes but it never gets old for me to gaze up on her pale gentle skin. I cup my relaxed testicles and play with them, pulling and jostling them about all while I prepare for more testing.

I think I’ve already decided that this is going all the way regardless of my wife’s consciousness, but I’m not ready to climb on top and plant my flag. I’ll start with her toes. She hates when I try to suck on them, but right now she’s incapable of stopping me and I don’t plan on doing one suck of her piggy’s. I squat down at the edge of the bed and bring her foot towards me I take her big toe and give it a light kiss before I start my suckling. I continue my light stroking pace. I spread her next couple of digits away from the larger one and tongue the creases in between, paying attention to her reactions.

If this doesn’t wake her up then I should have carte Blanche with everything else. Only one more thing to try to be fore sure.

I finish with my snack and jump up to her face. I have to move the nightstand ever so quietly. It’s a good thing those felt pads are still on I can just pull it away without having to lift and move.

CRASH!!!

“fuck, the stupid monitor got caught and yanked off… dumb cunt” as off the inanimate object could understand my frustrations towards it. I leave it where it lays and continue with my objective. Now I stand but a couple inches from her mouth and with my erect cock. carefully pull her head and neck over and rotate them so it’s sideways almost off the bedside. I bump her fat lips with my broad tip. I push it in and bring it away a couple of times. I plap it down making a muffled smacking sound. I even pry them part before I gape her mouth wide open.

The light shimmering off her teeth like stars in the night. I trust my hips in, plunging all six, girthy inches as far as I can reach. I keep it there for a moment. There’s nothing I won’t be able to do now. She’s mine for the taking. I keep her head still and fuck her face like my pocket pussy in the linen closet. Everything is silent around. All noises are coming from me making hushed breaths through my nose. I keep this going for a minute or two and plunge back deep one more time flexing my dick a time or two knowing I’m serving her my precum. I then slowly remove my member, soaking wet and the fullest it can be now. She adjusts her mouth and wets her lips like she’s savoring my flavor.

I want to attempt getting some nutrients and slunk down to her breasts. I take the closest one and cup my hand around it. They’re so plump and full I can’t fit my blue-collar mitts around them. Strong meaty fingers express out a stream of liquid from her nipple. I bend over and lap it up. I perch my lips over and begin suckling while work in tandem with my hand. The jerking off also resumes with a faster rate. With every stick I’m about to get more and more flowing. I have to open my mouth more and devour her areola. I gulp down shot after shot, as much as she can produce for me.

Im so in love with you, mommy.

I stand up straight and go back to her head being my lips next to her ear. “ I’m going to fuck now”. I snake my tongue around her lobes and then put it into her socket. I motion the foot of the bed and climb on top spreading my wife’s legs. First taking her panties off, which I make sound like a task but is easily moved aside with my fingers. I place those two fingers on her lips and detect how wet she is. I pop those fingers in my mouth and slurp them clean.

Pressing against the natural incline and curve of my cock I set it on the opening of her pussy and brush the outside with my tip and push it in slowly. Kendra releases a louder moan and bodily stretche. It engulfs me further into her chasm. I reply with a moan of my own. Baby, you’re so wet, I love it. I take her by the hips. I’m able to grab a handful of of hip bone with a little bit of mommy tummy and begin fucking her. I all but ready to burst. I calm myself and swing my pelvis in and out steadily.Repeating the same back and forth rhythm progressively faster and harder. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a pretty little bitch, honey” I compliment. My tone, aroused and volume just slightly lower than my normal speaking voice.

The flutters start in my stomach, radiating quickly to my crotch and split directions with sensations dropping down into my pendulous sack and ascend up my shaft. I have to make sure I’m able to save all my spunk for a her midnight snack. One final test. Seeing if she tastes in her slumber.

The moment has come. I pluck my dick out of her drilled tunnel. I have to choke, literally and figuratively, the urge to splatter her cute fluffy pooch with my semen. I bring her legs down comfortably and fumble to get off the bed with my unruly cock tightly in my hand. Stumble over her head and go to open her mouth when she turns her head away from me and in a panic I dismiss all the care I’ve taken previous and whip her head back over facing me. I rip her mouth open and dump thick ropes of cum into her mouth and esophagus.

Fuck that was close. I let go with a deep sigh and a bellowed exhale.

Curiously, like she knew what was happening, I hear her quaff down stream after stream of daddy’s own reserve produced just for a good girl like her. Exhausted, I come out seeing her take in every bit I left her except for one dinky pearl I drop on her cheek. Evidence I purposefully leave behind as a clue to what she did for me tonight. I do my best to put everything back the way it was and wipe everything off me, find my boxers and slump into bed next to her. I close my eyes and drift off with a smile on my face, getting out some last words, “Thank you honeybuns, you’re my sweet cum dumpster”

The next morning, I wake up and notice an aroma coming from my facial hair. I know exactly what it is, but confused as to how it got there. I search around for Kendra who is getting the boys ready for school and she looks over at me with a mischievous grin and says, “Youre welcome, I hope you had sweet dreams like I did, snookums.”

“Would you stop dry humping me babe” she says with a chuckle.

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to fix the sheets that you destroy every night.”

“You know it”

“You know it’s because you move in your sleep”

“You don’t know what goes on when we sleep, you’re a heavier sleeper than I am” I notate for the imaginary jury.

“At least I’m still”

I brush off her comment and go into our master bathroom to finish my nightly routine of hair product and oral hygiene. I constantly peer into the mirror so that I might catch a glimpse of Kendra. She could be doing anything honestly, but because she’s only got on those thin, little panties anything she does raises my blood pressure. And wouldn’t you know it, she’s taking her vitamins. So mundane but oh so hypnotic to me. Look how she swallows all that in once go. I’m much more of a pussy and have to take one pill at a time and even it’s a chore.

“Whats on the docket tonight sweetie?”

“I don’t want to get into anything long tonight, it was a rough day in the phones and I think I just want to read. Is that okay honey?”

“Of course, I’ll just browse Reddit”

“You know what, why not you just talk about your day. I like how soothing your voice is and I can get lost in your descriptions that I’ll just be able to fall asleep.”

“That’ll work”

“Today started with a start-up in central Texas, then I had that call out to…” blah blah blah blah.

Is she already snoring? She wasn’t going to make it very far in her book at all if that’s all it took. I get up to turn off the bathroom lights and close the door. I shuffle on over to our main double doors and crack them before I turn off her bedside lamp.

It’s a full moon tonight and I can make a sliver of silver outlining her figure. Her body undulation always does something to me. The shine from her silky raven black hair. Her soft, full-sized shoulder, perfect for a napping baby to rest on. Her dip of her fun-sized waist. Then, BOOM, the large increase of her hips and subtle decline from her ass. That’s a mountain I’m familiar with climbing. It comes to an end with her plentiful thighs legs. Under the covers she melts into the mattress. She’s anAthena or Fryea, cleopatra and Marilyn, or all them and then some more; Epitome of goddess and human woman. And she’s mine.

“I wonder how knocked out she is?” I whisper to myself.

She lets out a moan and turns over on her back revealing a flatter figure with the exception of two buxom mounds. I pull the duvet cover away and move the sheets just down past them. She’s not wearing any cover over her breasts. Her nipples fill out from the cool ambient temperature produced from the fan.

I have to investigate further. I mash her breast together giving life to the semi I had been housing all evening since dinner. We had chili dogs and she made a mess getting those wieners into her mouth. Fuck, it got me going. With my boner full and blood pumping I escalate my toying of her tits and focus on her exceptional nipples. They’re so full and again, perfect for a baby to nurse from. Larger than a baby bottles tip they’re also prime size for a man wanting some of mommy’s milk. It just so happens that we’re trying to ween our youngest and she still has a supply of creamy nectar hidden away inside wanting to gush out.

I take one hand and place it down my boxers feeling my cock. It’s definitely rigid by I know it can be stiffer. I take two fingers from the other hand and use a nipple like a joystick going up and down, side to side. I change up and pinch them delicately, half-way hoping to see a drop of milk slip out.

She lets out more groans and moans. I pull back from her body and pull my shorts down fully, kicking them aside. I totally remove the covers off her straight body displaying her nakedness.

I’m glad this is my wife or I’d be considered some sort of pervert for doing this. She had a good idea drinking that chamomile tea before we came upstairs. Whether she realizes what that means to me is negligible, I think.

I unsheathe and start full stroking my dick slowly, memorizing every portion of her being like I had been doing for 13 years now. Not much changes but it never gets old for me to gaze up on her pale gentle skin. I cup my relaxed testicles and play with them, pulling and jostling them about all while I prepare for more testing.

I think I’ve already decided that this is going all the way regardless of my wife’s consciousness, but I’m not ready to climb on top and plant my flag. I’ll start with her toes. She hates when I try to suck on them, but right now she’s incapable of stopping me and I don’t plan on doing one suck of her piggy’s. I squat down at the edge of the bed and bring her foot towards me I take her big toe and give it a light kiss before I start my suckling. I continue my light stroking pace. I spread her next couple of digits away from the larger one and tongue the creases in between, paying attention to her reactions.

If this doesn’t wake her up then I should have carte Blanche with everything else. Only one more thing to try to be fore sure.

I finish with my snack and jump up to her face. I have to move the nightstand ever so quietly. It’s a good thing those felt pads are still on I can just pull it away without having to lift and move.

CRASH!!!

“fuck, the stupid monitor got caught and yanked off… dumb cunt” as off the inanimate object could understand my frustrations towards it. I leave it where it lays and continue with my objective. Now I stand but a couple inches from her mouth and with my erect cock. carefully pull her head and neck over and rotate them so it’s sideways almost off the bedside. I bump her fat lips with my broad tip. I push it in and bring it away a couple of times. I plap it down making a muffled smacking sound. I even pry them part before I gape her mouth wide open.

The light shimmering off her teeth like stars in the night. I trust my hips in, plunging all six, girthy inches as far as I can reach. I keep it there for a moment. There’s nothing I won’t be able to do now. She’s mine for the taking. I keep her head still and fuck her face like my pocket pussy in the linen closet. Everything is silent around. All noises are coming from me making hushed breaths through my nose. I keep this going for a minute or two and plunge back deep one more time flexing my dick a time or two knowing I’m serving her my precum. I then slowly remove my member, soaking wet and the fullest it can be now. She adjusts her mouth and wets her lips like she’s savoring my flavor.

I want to attempt getting some nutrients and slunk down to her breasts. I take the closest one and cup my hand around it. They’re so plump and full I can’t fit my blue-collar mitts around them. Strong meaty fingers express out a stream of liquid from her nipple. I bend over and lap it up. I perch my lips over and begin suckling while work in tandem with my hand. The jerking off also resumes with a faster rate. With every stick I’m about to get more and more flowing. I have to open my mouth more and devour her areola. I gulp down shot after shot, as much as she can produce for me.

Im so in love with you, mommy.

I stand up straight and go back to her head being my lips next to her ear. “ I’m going to fuck now”. I snake my tongue around her lobes and then put it into her socket. I motion the foot of the bed and climb on top spreading my wife’s legs. First taking her panties off, which I make sound like a task but is easily moved aside with my fingers. I place those two fingers on her lips and detect how wet she is. I pop those fingers in my mouth and slurp them clean.

Pressing against the natural incline and curve of my cock I set it on the opening of her pussy and brush the outside with my tip and push it in slowly. Kendra releases a louder moan and bodily stretche. It engulfs me further into her chasm. I reply with a moan of my own. Baby, you’re so wet, I love it. I take her by the hips. I’m able to grab a handful of of hip bone with a little bit of mommy tummy and begin fucking her. I all but ready to burst. I calm myself and swing my pelvis in and out steadily.Repeating the same back and forth rhythm progressively faster and harder. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a pretty little bitch, honey” I compliment. My tone, aroused and volume just slightly lower than my normal speaking voice.

The flutters start in my stomach, radiating quickly to my crotch and split directions with sensations dropping down into my pendulous sack and ascend up my shaft. I have to make sure I’m able to save all my spunk for a her midnight snack. One final test. Seeing if she tastes in her slumber.

The moment has come. I pluck my dick out of her drilled tunnel. I have to choke, literally and figuratively, the urge to splatter her cute fluffy pooch with my semen. I bring her legs down comfortably and fumble to get off the bed with my unruly cock tightly in my hand. Stumble over her head and go to open her mouth when she turns her head away from me and in a panic I dismiss all the care I’ve taken previous and whip her head back over facing me. I rip her mouth open and dump thick ropes of cum into her mouth and esophagus.

Fuck that was close. I let go with a deep sigh and a bellowed exhale.

Curiously, like she knew what was happening, I hear her quaff down stream after stream of daddy’s own reserve produced just for a good girl like her. Exhausted, I come out seeing her take in every bit I left her except for one dinky pearl I drop on her cheek. Evidence I purposefully leave behind as a clue to what she did for me tonight. I do my best to put everything back the way it was and wipe everything off me, find my boxers and slump into bed next to her. I close my eyes and drift off with a smile on my face, getting out some last words, “Thank you honeybuns, you’re my sweet cum dumpster”

The next morning, I wake up and notice an aroma coming from my facial hair. I know exactly what it is, but confused as to how it got there. I search around for Kendra who is getting the boys ready for school and she looks over at me with a mischievous grin and says, “Youre welcome, I hope you had sweet dreams like I did, snookums.”

“Would you stop dry humping me babe” she says with a chuckle.

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to fix the sheets that you destroy every night.”

“You know it”

“You know it’s because you move in your sleep”

“You don’t know what goes on when we sleep, you’re a heavier sleeper than I am” I notate for the imaginary jury.

“At least I’m still”

I brush off her comment and go into our master bathroom to finish my nightly routine of hair product and oral hygiene. I constantly peer into the mirror so that I might catch a glimpse of Kendra. She could be doing anything honestly, but because she’s only got on those thin, little panties anything she does raises my blood pressure. And wouldn’t you know it, she’s taking her vitamins. So mundane but oh so hypnotic to me. Look how she swallows all that in once go. I’m much more of a pussy and have to take one pill at a time and even it’s a chore.

“Whats on the docket tonight sweetie?”

“I don’t want to get into anything long tonight, it was a rough day in the phones and I think I just want to read. Is that okay honey?”

“Of course, I’ll just browse Reddit”

“You know what, why not you just talk about your day. I like how soothing your voice is and I can get lost in your descriptions that I’ll just be able to fall asleep.”

“That’ll work”

“Today started with a start-up in central Texas, then I had that call out to…” blah blah blah blah.

Is she already snoring? She wasn’t going to make it very far in her book at all if that’s all it took. I get up to turn off the bathroom lights and close the door. I shuffle on over to our main double doors and crack them before I turn off her bedside lamp.

It’s a full moon tonight and I can make a sliver of silver outlining her figure. Her body undulation always does something to me. The shine from her silky raven black hair. Her soft, full-sized shoulder, perfect for a napping baby to rest on. Her dip of her fun-sized waist. Then, BOOM, the large increase of her hips and subtle decline from her ass. That’s a mountain I’m familiar with climbing. It comes to an end with her plentiful thighs legs. Under the covers she melts into the mattress. She’s anAthena or Fryea, cleopatra and Marilyn, or all them and then some more; Epitome of goddess and human woman. And she’s mine.

“I wonder how knocked out she is?” I whisper to myself.

She lets out a moan and turns over on her back revealing a flatter figure with the exception of two buxom mounds. I pull the duvet cover away and move the sheets just down past them. She’s not wearing any cover over her breasts. Her nipples fill out from the cool ambient temperature produced from the fan.

I have to investigate further. I mash her breast together giving life to the semi I had been housing all evening since dinner. We had chili dogs and she made a mess getting those wieners into her mouth. Fuck, it got me going. With my boner full and blood pumping I escalate my toying of her tits and focus on her exceptional nipples. They’re so full and again, perfect for a baby to nurse from. Larger than a baby bottles tip they’re also prime size for a man wanting some of mommy’s milk. It just so happens that we’re trying to ween our youngest and she still has a supply of creamy nectar hidden away inside wanting to gush out.

I take one hand and place it down my boxers feeling my cock. It’s definitely rigid by I know it can be stiffer. I take two fingers from the other hand and use a nipple like a joystick going up and down, side to side. I change up and pinch them delicately, half-way hoping to see a drop of milk slip out.

She lets out more groans and moans. I pull back from her body and pull my shorts down fully, kicking them aside. I totally remove the covers off her straight body displaying her nakedness.

I’m glad this is my wife or I’d be considered some sort of pervert for doing this. She had a good idea drinking that chamomile tea before we came upstairs. Whether she realizes what that means to me is negligible, I think.

I unsheathe and start full stroking my dick slowly, memorizing every portion of her being like I had been doing for 13 years now. Not much changes but it never gets old for me to gaze up on her pale gentle skin. I cup my relaxed testicles and play with them, pulling and jostling them about all while I prepare for more testing.

I think I’ve already decided that this is going all the way regardless of my wife’s consciousness, but I’m not ready to climb on top and plant my flag. I’ll start with her toes. She hates when I try to suck on them, but right now she’s incapable of stopping me and I don’t plan on doing one suck of her piggy’s. I squat down at the edge of the bed and bring her foot towards me I take her big toe and give it a light kiss before I start my suckling. I continue my light stroking pace. I spread her next couple of digits away from the larger one and tongue the creases in between, paying attention to her reactions.

If this doesn’t wake her up then I should have carte Blanche with everything else. Only one more thing to try to be fore sure.

I finish with my snack and jump up to her face. I have to move the nightstand ever so quietly. It’s a good thing those felt pads are still on I can just pull it away without having to lift and move.

CRASH!!!

“fuck, the stupid monitor got caught and yanked off… dumb cunt” as off the inanimate object could understand my frustrations towards it. I leave it where it lays and continue with my objective. Now I stand but a couple inches from her mouth and with my erect cock. carefully pull her head and neck over and rotate them so it’s sideways almost off the bedside. I bump her fat lips with my broad tip. I push it in and bring it away a couple of times. I plap it down making a muffled smacking sound. I even pry them part before I gape her mouth wide open.

The light shimmering off her teeth like stars in the night. I trust my hips in, plunging all six, girthy inches as far as I can reach. I keep it there for a moment. There’s nothing I won’t be able to do now. She’s mine for the taking. I keep her head still and fuck her face like my pocket pussy in the linen closet. Everything is silent around. All noises are coming from me making hushed breaths through my nose. I keep this going for a minute or two and plunge back deep one more time flexing my dick a time or two knowing I’m serving her my precum. I then slowly remove my member, soaking wet and the fullest it can be now. She adjusts her mouth and wets her lips like she’s savoring my flavor.

I want to attempt getting some nutrients and slunk down to her breasts. I take the closest one and cup my hand around it. They’re so plump and full I can’t fit my blue-collar mitts around them. Strong meaty fingers express out a stream of liquid from her nipple. I bend over and lap it up. I perch my lips over and begin suckling while work in tandem with my hand. The jerking off also resumes with a faster rate. With every stick I’m about to get more and more flowing. I have to open my mouth more and devour her areola. I gulp down shot after shot, as much as she can produce for me.

Im so in love with you, mommy.

I stand up straight and go back to her head being my lips next to her ear. “ I’m going to fuck now”. I snake my tongue around her lobes and then put it into her socket. I motion the foot of the bed and climb on top spreading my wife’s legs. First taking her panties off, which I make sound like a task but is easily moved aside with my fingers. I place those two fingers on her lips and detect how wet she is. I pop those fingers in my mouth and slurp them clean.

Pressing against the natural incline and curve of my cock I set it on the opening of her pussy and brush the outside with my tip and push it in slowly. Kendra releases a louder moan and bodily stretche. It engulfs me further into her chasm. I reply with a moan of my own. Baby, you’re so wet, I love it. I take her by the hips. I’m able to grab a handful of of hip bone with a little bit of mommy tummy and begin fucking her. I all but ready to burst. I calm myself and swing my pelvis in and out steadily.Repeating the same back and forth rhythm progressively faster and harder. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a pretty little bitch, honey” I compliment. My tone, aroused and volume just slightly lower than my normal speaking voice.

The flutters start in my stomach, radiating quickly to my crotch and split directions with sensations dropping down into my pendulous sack and ascend up my shaft. I have to make sure I’m able to save all my spunk for a her midnight snack. One final test. Seeing if she tastes in her slumber.

The moment has come. I pluck my dick out of her drilled tunnel. I have to choke, literally and figuratively, the urge to splatter her cute fluffy pooch with my semen. I bring her legs down comfortably and fumble to get off the bed with my unruly cock tightly in my hand. Stumble over her head and go to open her mouth when she turns her head away from me and in a panic I dismiss all the care I’ve taken previous and whip her head back over facing me. I rip her mouth open and dump thick ropes of cum into her mouth and esophagus.

Fuck that was close. I let go with a deep sigh and a bellowed exhale.

Curiously, like she knew what was happening, I hear her quaff down stream after stream of daddy’s own reserve produced just for a good girl like her. Exhausted, I come out seeing her take in every bit I left her except for one dinky pearl I drop on her cheek. Evidence I purposefully leave behind as a clue to what she did for me tonight. I do my best to put everything back the way it was and wipe everything off me, find my boxers and slump into bed next to her. I close my eyes and drift off with a smile on my face, getting out some last words, “Thank you honeybuns, you’re my sweet cum dumpster”

The next morning, I wake up and notice an aroma coming from my facial hair. I know exactly what it is, but confused as to how it got there. I search around for Kendra who is getting the boys ready for school and she looks over at me with a mischievous grin and says, “Youre welcome, I hope you had sweet dreams like I did, snookums.”

Mmmmm. That is divine.

My eyes open to a head going down on my morning wood. I scored with this one for sure. “Hey sweetie what’s your name?” A muffled “hmmm?” Is all I hear back. The head then comes off my throbbing cock to look at me and smile. “Hey baby, last night was a trip.” She replies before she gets back to work.

“The best” I give her a lazy smirk and run my fingers in her hair. It’s really soft, lush and a natural blonde. She gives me a deep look with romance in her eyes

“You’re definitely a top 10 contender” I hastily pull her head down right as I feel my spunk rising to the top. I love hearing the sounds of gags and slurps coming from a woman.

“Hey wait…” it’s muffled again.

“Oooohh, fuck yea!” I don’t know if I already did this with her last night but at least I get to remember it this morning. “Remember good girls swallow.”

She has the audacity to spit me out.

“What the hell, I was gonna fuck you”

“Nah, that’s okay I wanted to cum in your mouth this time.” I guess we didn’t do much oral last night.

She washes the remaining sperm out with the water in her bed side table then try’s to find any close to put on. I’ve done this a time or two and had already gotten my pile of stuff located. Even blasted drunk I have the same routine. “That’s good stuff you just wasted, you know.”

“Yea, no, I hate the taste of jizz. I’m pretty sure I told you that last night. Or do you not remember?”

“ does it matter? I know it now. Plus I already got it out of my system.”

She scoffs and finishes getting some close one and I do the same. She leaves the room quickly and I take time to peruse around her room and see what kinda girl she is. They’re all pretty much the same with difference on hobbies and that shit. Oh, and this one happens to be a swimmer. She could’ve definitely just pinched her nose and swallowed my load, Fuckin prude. I paw at some medals haphazardly hanging off the wall.

“Hey, you coming?”

I walk out and see her making a pot of coffee.

“You want to stay for some coffee?” She says innocently.

“No thanks, I prefer the espresso from Grounded Brew down the road.”

“Oh, well, once this is done I’ll splash come creamer in and I’ll take you down there.”

“It’s okay I don’t want to keep you so I’ll walk. Gotta work off last night.”

“Okay then, maybe you can call...”

I hurry out the door before she finishes her sentence, and pick up pace to a jog until I’m out of site. As I slow my pace, all I can think is that I’ll be seeing her again. On my way to the coffee shop, I quickly put in my normal order in the app so I don’t have to wait in line. Just a regular double shot, simple and to the point, like me.

I swing the door open almost announcing my arrival and skip the people in the line making my way to the pick up counter. Wouldn’t you know, no espresso.

“Come on ladies, I put in my order a while ago, simple espresso.”

This cute barista starts walking up the the counter. A little alt for my taste; but the black on her lips, like red or nude, would look good around my crotch.

Not second later with an espresso mug she calls out, “Chance!”

“Any chance I could get a look at underneath that apron darlin’ “?

“Screw off” she says with a snarl.

“Fiery”.

I take my mug and locate my spot. It’s a nice leather lounge chair off in the corner. I’d say it’s sort of secluded given the environment. I drink down the cup of Joe and ponder if I can get another.

“Oi! Hex girl, can I have another this one just didn’t taste right.”

“Did it taste fine until the last sip or what”?

“It’s not that much coffee, I wasn’t sitting down savoring every sip taking in the notes. It wasn’t a good pull just remake it.” I even let out an inadequate please.

I can tell she heard me, I was talking right to her but doesn’t jump to the task, until I see the manager or shift lead or whoever turn to her and tells her something that really puts a sour look on her face, and she reluctantly grabs a new mug and starts making my drink.

“This much coffee ain’t good for you.”

“I’m young, you just let me worry about myself”.

“How about you go sit down and I’ll bring this one to you piping hot, okay, handsome”.

I detected some sarcasm, but she looked adorable saying it. I settle back down in the corner and take a moment to do some people watching. No one note worthy, just regular boring people doing much of nothing. Theres this guy typing away, probably getting a hard-on writing smut. Loser. There’s some chicks that are lost in their own gossip and it sounds like it’s about their other friend in the restroom. What, pregnancy test, that sucks.

All of a sudden my view is obstructed with some beautiful birthing hips, and like a cherry on top, a thin petite waist. Scratch that, reverse it, the waist is the chocolate sauce. The cherrys are further up and boy do they look plump and juicy.

A professional “Your order sir” comes out of those matte black lips. A little glimmer coming off a Monroe stud.

“Thank you”.

As she turns around I decide I want a longer peak, “Bout time, right”. She pauses. Her co-workers behind the bar go silent and divert their eyes away from us. She’s still standing there. Frozen.

“You know something”? She quickly turns around. Her eyes are piercing dagger at me. She rips off the apron. “I’ll show you pretty boy”

Her unwavering gaze freezes me where I sit.

What’s this feeling coming over me. No one has ever talked to me like that. No emo-looking, liberal skank will talk to me like that.

She swiftly grabs a near by chair, places it right in front of my right knee. Send like she’s gonna try and hide something’s she doesn’t want other patrons to see. She flawlessly motions around and sits down completing the blockade she set up.

My hearts pounding. I don’t know what’s going on or how to adapt. Our eyes are locked on each other as she reaches for my leg and slides her hand into my basketball shorts.

“Excu…”

“Isn’t this cute. You have a little semi going. Is it because you’re getting a good view of me, is that why? Or are you thinking what you would do to me? Very. Typical.”

“Hey, hey, hey! dude You can’t just do that!”

“Do something then. Stand up. Make a scene.” She holds that icy state.

She grips around my penis with just a little too much strength. Squeezing even, but not enough to where it’s hindering her strokes.

“Ooh, now we’re having fun with a hard cock aren’t we?”

Speak. Pull away. Anything!

Her sour look turns to a demonic grin. She does a lick of her bottom lip and gave them a little bite. Her grasp lightens up and she increases her speed. She looks down at what she’s doing then back at me.

“W-w-why are you doing this?”

“I just wanted to make up for the poor service you’ve received” she mockingly lets out. “Maybe this.” She’s pulls up half her top And undoes the center clasp of her bra. She whips out an exquisite looking breast.

“Come on big boy, have a feel.”

I fight against her pulling my hand towards her boob.

“Oh come on dude, don’t you want these.” She yanks my arm violently and rubs my palm on her nipples. “There you go, toy with me.”

I yank my arm back an accident scoot the chair back onto the wall causing a loud thud on the wall. But no one seemed to noticed. That could’ve been my saving grace. I’m getting close now.

*“*He he, I’ll show you how to handle them.” She takes her hand around it and caresses the outside giving compressions making her nipple protrude out more so than it already is. “Let’s move into the nipple, yeah? They’re pierced for your pleasure.”

I don’t want this, but she’s taken over my whole being. I know there’s witnesses or at least a camera. Right? I can’t rely on myself for action so I need one of yall around to help, please.

No one can hear my thought though.

“Now. Cum.” I think I’m close, but I don’t want her to know what this is doing to me. I didn’t consent to a public hand job and I’m basically getting molested in this coffee shop.

“I’m pretty sure you know if you’re close”

She removed her hand, builds up some saliva and spits it onto her hand to resumes her fun. “There, much better.”

Not really.

“Now are you close?”

“Yes.. ma’am. I am. “

With that demonic grin she says “Good.” She stops taunting me with her tits and pulls up my shorts and exposes my dick for the whole world to see. Instead of pulling at it horizontally she’s got it fully vertical pounding away.

Fuck, am I going to cum? Oh shit. I can feel it coming to the top. I’m about to explode. You know let me teach this slut a lesson I’ll just over take her and unload all over her. Paint her up good…

Nothings happening. All I feel is my tolerance giving way. I’m squirming all over this chair but can’t enact my idea.

“What is it, can’t do anything about it after all?”

“Fuck” I let out softly

She points my penis down and grabs the espresso, still steaming.

NO, NO, NO!!!

I cant help it anymore and ejaculate into my own coffee. It’s so much too. I can hear the plops each shot makes. She gives me one final stroke making sure every drop is spent and in the mug. For good measure she brushes tip to the edge of the mug and with that sets the mug down. I shiver deep into the chair. She fixes her undergarment and pulls her shirt down. I stare blankly past her Hoping it’ll make it all go away. But it doesn’t.

“I hope you’re satisfied with today’s visit, and don’t forget to tip your baristas” and then she walks away. I can’t hear under her breath say “ fuckin prude.”

Spacing out I just look forward. I pick up my mug and take a sip. I don’t like the taste of cum and coffee. I can’t stop sipping on it. I’m compelled by her succubus magic to keep going until it’s done. My espresso is already bitter but adding salty and sour. It even burns harder gulping it down my throat. Once I finish the brew I pull myself back into reality. I pick up my mug and place it in the return bin for dirty utensils and cups. I take a tenner from my wallet put it in the top jar then creep out avoiding those around me

Mmmmm. That is divine.

My eyes open to a head going down on my morning wood. I scored with this one for sure. “Hey sweetie what’s your name?” A muffled “hmmm?” Is all I hear back. The head then comes off my throbbing cock to look at me and smile. “Hey baby, last night was a trip.” She replies before she gets back to work.

“The best” I give her a lazy smirk and run my fingers in her hair. It’s really soft, lush and a natural blonde. She gives me a deep look with romance in her eyes

“You’re definitely a top 10 contender” I hastily pull her head down right as I feel my spunk rising to the top. I love hearing the sounds of gags and slurps coming from a woman.

“Hey wait…” it’s muffled again.

“Oooohh, fuck yea!” I don’t know if I already did this with her last night but at least I get to remember it this morning. “Remember good girls swallow.”

She has the audacity to spit me out.

“What the hell, I was gonna fuck you”

“Nah, that’s okay I wanted to cum in your mouth this time.” I guess we didn’t do much oral last night.

She washes the remaining sperm out with the water in her bed side table then try’s to find any close to put on. I’ve done this a time or two and had already gotten my pile of stuff located. Even blasted drunk I have the same routine. “That’s good stuff you just wasted, you know.”

“Yea, no, I hate the taste of jizz. I’m pretty sure I told you that last night. Or do you not remember?”

“ does it matter? I know it now. Plus I already got it out of my system.”

She scoffs and finishes getting some close one and I do the same. She leaves the room quickly and I take time to peruse around her room and see what kinda girl she is. They’re all pretty much the same with difference on hobbies and that shit. Oh, and this one happens to be a swimmer. She could’ve definitely just pinched her nose and swallowed my load, Fuckin prude. I paw at some medals haphazardly hanging off the wall.

“Hey, you coming?”

I walk out and see her making a pot of coffee.

“You want to stay for some coffee?” She says innocently.

“No thanks, I prefer the espresso from Grounded Brew down the road.”

“Oh, well, once this is done I’ll splash come creamer in and I’ll take you down there.”

“It’s okay I don’t want to keep you so I’ll walk. Gotta work off last night.”

“Okay then, maybe you can call...”

I hurry out the door before she finishes her sentence, and pick up pace to a jog until I’m out of site. As I slow my pace, all I can think is that I’ll be seeing her again. On my way to the coffee shop, I quickly put in my normal order in the app so I don’t have to wait in line. Just a regular double shot, simple and to the point, like me.

I swing the door open almost announcing my arrival and skip the people in the line making my way to the pick up counter. Wouldn’t you know, no espresso.

“Come on ladies, I put in my order a while ago, simple espresso.”

This cute barista starts walking up the the counter. A little alt for my taste; but the black on her lips, like red or nude, would look good around my crotch.

Not second later with an espresso mug she calls out, “Chance!”

“Any chance I could get a look at underneath that apron darlin’ “?

“Screw off” she says with a snarl.

“Fiery”.

I take my mug and locate my spot. It’s a nice leather lounge chair off in the corner. I’d say it’s sort of secluded given the environment. I drink down the cup of Joe and ponder if I can get another.

“Oi! Hex girl, can I have another this one just didn’t taste right.”

“Did it taste fine until the last sip or what”?

“It’s not that much coffee, I wasn’t sitting down savoring every sip taking in the notes. It wasn’t a good pull just remake it.” I even let out an inadequate please.

I can tell she heard me, I was talking right to her but doesn’t jump to the task, until I see the manager or shift lead or whoever turn to her and tells her something that really puts a sour look on her face, and she reluctantly grabs a new mug and starts making my drink.

“This much coffee ain’t good for you.”

“I’m young, you just let me worry about myself”.

“How about you go sit down and I’ll bring this one to you piping hot, okay, handsome”.

I detected some sarcasm, but she looked adorable saying it. I settle back down in the corner and take a moment to do some people watching. No one note worthy, just regular boring people doing much of nothing. Theres this guy typing away, probably getting a hard-on writing smut. Loser. There’s some chicks that are lost in their own gossip and it sounds like it’s about their other friend in the restroom. What, pregnancy test, that sucks.

All of a sudden my view is obstructed with some beautiful birthing hips, and like a cherry on top, a thin petite waist. Scratch that, reverse it, the waist is the chocolate sauce. The cherrys are further up and boy do they look plump and juicy.

A professional “Your order sir” comes out of those matte black lips. A little glimmer coming off a Monroe stud.

“Thank you”.

As she turns around I decide I want a longer peak, “Bout time, right”. She pauses. Her co-workers behind the bar go silent and divert their eyes away from us. She’s still standing there. Frozen.

“You know something”? She quickly turns around. Her eyes are piercing dagger at me. She rips off the apron. “I’ll show you pretty boy”

Her unwavering gaze freezes me where I sit.

What’s this feeling coming over me. No one has ever talked to me like that. No emo-looking, liberal skank will talk to me like that.

She swiftly grabs a near by chair, places it right in front of my right knee. Send like she’s gonna try and hide something’s she doesn’t want other patrons to see. She flawlessly motions around and sits down completing the blockade she set up.

My hearts pounding. I don’t know what’s going on or how to adapt. Our eyes are locked on each other as she reaches for my leg and slides her hand into my basketball shorts.

“Excu…”

“Isn’t this cute. You have a little semi going. Is it because you’re getting a good view of me, is that why? Or are you thinking what you would do to me? Very. Typical.”

“Hey, hey, hey! dude You can’t just do that!”

“Do something then. Stand up. Make a scene.” She holds that icy state.

She grips around my penis with just a little too much strength. Squeezing even, but not enough to where it’s hindering her strokes.

“Ooh, now we’re having fun with a hard cock aren’t we?”

Speak. Pull away. Anything!

Her sour look turns to a demonic grin. She does a lick of her bottom lip and gave them a little bite. Her grasp lightens up and she increases her speed. She looks down at what she’s doing then back at me.

“W-w-why are you doing this?”

“I just wanted to make up for the poor service you’ve received” she mockingly lets out. “Maybe this.” She’s pulls up half her top And undoes the center clasp of her bra. She whips out an exquisite looking breast.

“Come on big boy, have a feel.”

I fight against her pulling my hand towards her boob.

“Oh come on dude, don’t you want these.” She yanks my arm violently and rubs my palm on her nipples. “There you go, toy with me.”

I yank my arm back an accident scoot the chair back onto the wall causing a loud thud on the wall. But no one seemed to noticed. That could’ve been my saving grace. I’m getting close now.

*“*He he, I’ll show you how to handle them.” She takes her hand around it and caresses the outside giving compressions making her nipple protrude out more so than it already is. “Let’s move into the nipple, yeah? They’re pierced for your pleasure.”

I don’t want this, but she’s taken over my whole being. I know there’s witnesses or at least a camera. Right? I can’t rely on myself for action so I need one of yall around to help, please.

No one can hear my thought though.

“Now. Cum.” I think I’m close, but I don’t want her to know what this is doing to me. I didn’t consent to a public hand job and I’m basically getting molested in this coffee shop.

“I’m pretty sure you know if you’re close”

She removed her hand, builds up some saliva and spits it onto her hand to resumes her fun. “There, much better.”

Not really.

“Now are you close?”

“Yes.. ma’am. I am. “

With that demonic grin she says “Good.” She stops taunting me with her tits and pulls up my shorts and exposes my dick for the whole world to see. Instead of pulling at it horizontally she’s got it fully vertical pounding away.

Fuck, am I going to cum? Oh shit. I can feel it coming to the top. I’m about to explode. You know let me teach this slut a lesson I’ll just over take her and unload all over her. Paint her up good…

Nothings happening. All I feel is my tolerance giving way. I’m squirming all over this chair but can’t enact my idea.

“What is it, can’t do anything about it after all?”

“Fuck” I let out softly

She points my penis down and grabs the espresso, still steaming.

NO, NO, NO!!!

I cant help it anymore and ejaculate into my own coffee. It’s so much too. I can hear the plops each shot makes. She gives me one final stroke making sure every drop is spent and in the mug. For good measure she brushes tip to the edge of the mug and with that sets the mug down. I shiver deep into the chair. She fixes her undergarment and pulls her shirt down. I stare blankly past her Hoping it’ll make it all go away. But it doesn’t.

“I hope you’re satisfied with today’s visit, and don’t forget to tip your baristas” and then she walks away. I can’t hear under her breath say “ fuckin prude.”

Spacing out I just look forward. I pick up my mug and take a sip. I don’t like the taste of cum and coffee. I can’t stop sipping on it. I’m compelled by her succubus magic to keep going until it’s done. My espresso is already bitter but adding salty and sour. It even burns harder gulping it down my throat. Once I finish the brew I pull myself back into reality. I pick up my mug and place it in the return bin for dirty utensils and cups. I take a tenner from my wallet put it in the top jar then creep out avoiding those around me.

Tried something way out of left field for me so I’d appreciate any comments. Thank you.

Another day without too much being special about it. I treat Father’s Day as any regular day before or after, because I don’t need a day for me. My wife however tends to go all out for me which I love her for, she what’s knows what to get me even if it isn’t a tangible gift for me. Last year she gave me the richest and most succulent chocolate mousse cake that I had been mentioned a time or two. It was divine and totally unexpected. This year’s gift was more unexpected at an impossible level.

We planned to put to our local steakhouse spot and have a nice dinner with the kids and the MIL. We all load into the front door and my wife makes her way to the hostess stand and gets us out normal table off in the corner. I wouldn’t say we get preferential treatment but the staff there we go enough that they don’t mind helping out with the odd favor now and then.

We get seated and our youngest starts having a fit so I go to get him for my wife Kendra to take him out front and walk around, get some pent up energy out. She insists she do it because it’s my dinner and I should enjoy it with a nice tall beer. Though she is leaving me with her mother, but life’s about give and take. On her way back in u notice she’s chatting with the cute little hostess.

Not that I’ve ever thought about it but I wouldn’t mind watching them from a chair in a corner. My wife is a tall buxom woman. Long flowing dark brown hair and a larger perfectly round ass. She’s an amazing woman. Denise, the hostess, on the other hand is the exact opposite of her that doesn’t sway me away though. She’s got to be close to a foot shorter. Pretty red hair in a bob cut and a cute a cute freckly face. Her work outfit is obviously appropriate but the jeans she’s wears perfectly cup her tight round bottom and from her size I could tell she has Bs or C cups. I love the duck out of a whole chocolate cake, but a slice of red velvet would not go overlooked.

As my wife and son come around I compose myself away from thinking about the two of them and take a huge swig of my stein. The waiter comes around delivers the complementary loaf of bread and takes our order. There’s not too many people in the joint this evening. Handful of families and all the usual suspects at the restaurant bar.

Some time passes and I see a couple employees come out of the overflow section of the restaurant. My wife asks our waiter what was happening and he mentions the plug in there are working and they have a big corporate party coming in an hour and need them for a projector or something. She mentions that I’m a master electrician and lets them know I can take a look at it, which I don’t mind I enjoy my trade.

Moments later Denise comes around and gets me to go troubleshoot their problem. She ushers me in the door and puts her hand on my back softly stroking her hand down in a long swoop. I take a quick look and notice one random plug on the wall and no indicator light on. I go towards it and press in the reset button but nothing happens. “Looks like the receptacle is out, and luckily I have a box just rolling around in my backseat”. I make my way out to go get one and also my hand tools.

When I get back in Denise’s demeanor seems different, almost flirtatious. “So, is it hard” Waiting a beat “The fix that is, nothing too difficult to do?”

“It’s a pretty easy fix for something like me, haha” I say.

She moves closer to me as I get to work.

“Don’t you want to turn off the power or something?”

“Nah, it shouldn’t be much of an issue an I don’t want to risk turning something random off.”

I swap it out no problem and the other receptacles in the room start working as well. I clean up my mess and head for the door when all of a sudden I feel a a tug from my wrist. I’m pulled back and Denise strides towards the doors locking them in a swift motion.

“Your wife told me that yall are high school sweeties and she’s been your only girl you’ve ever had sex with.”

Flustered, I stammer for a response… “y-y-yes ma’am, and that’s alright by me.”

“Well this year she wants to give the man who has it all something a little special.”

She makes her way towards me slowly undoing her button down work shirt revealing a pure white Lacey bra. Barely filled out. She reaches for my tool pouch in my hand and set it on the table, the takes both hands and pulls my tucked in shirt out of my jeans. She moves up my torso and rubs my chest underneath my shirt.

“Don’t worry she set this all up.”

“Is that what yall were talking about earlier?”

“Yes sir, she was letting me know how stressful work has been and how the baby is keeping you up at night.” She pulls my shirt off and continues down to my belt, undoing my buckle and dropping it to the floor with a thud.

I take one large breath and then a gulp. “I’ve never done this before”

“That’s okay, I know what I want to do. Also don’t worry about how you look, I have a thing for husky dad bods, it’s one thing me and your wife have in common.”

She unzips my pants and I help them down my legs as she pulls my cock out from my pants.
“It ain’t much, but it’s the right tool for me.”

“Oh your wife has no bad things to say about you honey. I want to know what has satisfied that goddess.”

She gets down on her knees and wraps her cute lips around my tip and suckles and licks my hole. I run my fingers through her rose gold hair and grasp at her roots gently pulling her into my crotch. She attempts to hold my thighs with her adorable hands. She can’t barely get a hold on them. If there’s one thing hard on me other than my junk it’s these stiff meaty legs on mine. She has to adjust to hold the back of my legs to keep clutched to me. I trust down her throat as she gags I release her as she continues to bob back and forth going all the way to my base. My orange pubes ticking her nose.

“Fuuck… your mouth is amazing” I let out a low breathy moan.

“I bet you say that to all the girls, hehe” she squeezes a little bit of precum out onto her tongue.

“Just one, well I guess two now.”

She strands up and drops her jeans and panties all in one. If my wife’s the goddess, then she’s a little angel. Lovely legs and thigh gap. Her pussy is picture perfect and supple lips. I drop my pants down to my ankle as she strips her bra off showing off her titties. Again everything on her is the epitome of itsy-bisty. She backs up onto the table edge and I lift her up and set her down showing her legs. I squat down and get interrupted by her gesturing.

“As much as I would love to, I’m sure your food is about to come out. Just stick it in me and have your way with me, please.”

“You’re right, I’d love to savor this moment, but people will get suspicious.”

“Next time you can taste all my holes and I can taste Kendra’s.”

“You’ll get addicted to her sweet taste.”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise”

I take my erect dick and rub her lips apart with a couple plays on her clit I locate her hole and work myself in slowly.

Grabbing my cock, she scoots herself forward.

“We ain’t got time baby, fill me up, Mr. Master electrician”

I clench her hip bones and lift her body off the table and slam her down. She lets out a yelp and bore it gets too loud I silence her by forcing my tongue in your mouth. She mirrors me and intertwines with me.

With muted breath she gets out, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me like your wife.”

I trust and pound and trust and pound.

“where do you want my jizz?”

“I want it in my mouth.” Enthusiasticly.

I pop her off my cock let her down in her original position and like two magnets we connect swiftly. Her mouth back engulfing me. I can’t hold on much longer and give her a couple pumps then unload down her esophagus. As she swallows it down I listen to her gulps and throw my head back letting out a silent set of grunts.

She takes me out . “Mmmm. I could get used to that”

She pulls me back in getting every last drop she can get. My sensitivity makes me shiver down low.

We get out clothes on and make ourselves look like we do when we went in there. Best we can.

“Tell kendra I said thank you”

We emerge out and go our separate ways. I catch a glance from my wife at the table starting at me with eyes I don’t see too often in public, especially around her mother. They’re passionate, ‘ come-and-take- eyes’, but even more so.

“Did you get it done, baby” she says with a grin.

“Yes ma’am all done”

“You got something in your back pocket dear”

I pull out a pair of lace panties, that happen to find their way back there. And I look around to see the same look my wife gave me coming from Denise. I turn back to my wife.

“Happy Father’s Day my love”

Another day without too much being special about it. I treat Father’s Day as any regular day before or after, because I don’t need a day for me. My wife however tends to go all out for me which I love her for, she what’s knows what to get me even if it isn’t a tangible gift for me. Last year she gave me the richest and most succulent chocolate mousse cake that I had been mentioned a time or two. It was divine and totally unexpected. This year’s gift was more unexpected at an impossible level.

We planned to put to our local steakhouse spot and have a nice dinner with the kids and the MIL. We all load into the front door and my wife makes her way to the hostess stand and gets us out normal table off in the corner. I wouldn’t say we get preferential treatment but the staff there we go enough that they don’t mind helping out with the odd favor now and then.

We get seated and our youngest starts having a fit so I go to get him for my wife Kendra to take him out front and walk around, get some pent up energy out. She insists she do it because it’s my dinner and I should enjoy it with a nice tall beer. Though she is leaving me with her mother, but life’s about give and take. On her way back in u notice she’s chatting with the cute little hostess.

Not that I’ve ever thought about it but I wouldn’t mind watching them from a chair in a corner. My wife is a tall buxom woman. Long flowing dark brown hair and a larger perfectly round ass. She’s an amazing woman. Denise, the hostess, on the other hand is the exact opposite of her that doesn’t sway me away though. She’s got to be close to a foot shorter. Pretty red hair in a bob cut and a cute a cute freckly face. Her work outfit is obviously appropriate but the jeans she’s wears perfectly cup her tight round bottom and from her size I could tell she has Bs or C cups. I love the duck out of a whole chocolate cake, but a slice of red velvet would not go overlooked.

As my wife and son come around I compose myself away from thinking about the two of them and take a huge swig of my stein. The waiter comes around delivers the complementary loaf of bread and takes our order. There’s not too many people in the joint this evening. Handful of families and all the usual suspects at the restaurant bar.

Some time passes and I see a couple employees come out of the overflow section of the restaurant. My wife asks our waiter what was happening and he mentions the plug in there are working and they have a big corporate party coming in an hour and need them for a projector or something. She mentions that I’m a master electrician and lets them know I can take a look at it, which I don’t mind I enjoy my trade.

Moments later Denise comes around and gets me to go troubleshoot their problem. She ushers me in the door and puts her hand on my back softly stroking her hand down in a long swoop. I take a quick look and notice one random plug on the wall and no indicator light on. I go towards it and press in the reset button but nothing happens. “Looks like the receptacle is out, and luckily I have a box just rolling around in my backseat”. I make my way out to go get one and also my hand tools.

When I get back in Denise’s demeanor seems different, almost flirtatious. “So, is it hard” Waiting a beat “The fix that is, nothing too difficult to do?”

“It’s a pretty easy fix for something like me, haha” I say.

She moves closer to me as I get to work.

“Don’t you want to turn off the power or something?”

“Nah, it shouldn’t be much of an issue an I don’t want to risk turning something random off.”

I swap it out no problem and the other receptacles in the room start working as well. I clean up my mess and head for the door when all of a sudden I feel a a tug from my wrist. I’m pulled back and Denise strides towards the doors locking them in a swift motion.

“Your wife told me that yall are high school sweeties and she’s been your only girl you’ve ever had sex with.”

Flustered, I stammer for a response… “y-y-yes ma’am, and that’s alright by me.”

“Well this year she wants to give the man who has it all something a little special.”

She makes her way towards me slowly undoing her button down work shirt revealing a pure white Lacey bra. Barely filled out. She reaches for my tool pouch in my hand and set it on the table, the takes both hands and pulls my tucked in shirt out of my jeans. She moves up my torso and rubs my chest underneath my shirt.

“Don’t worry she set this all up.”

“Is that what yall were talking about earlier?”

“Yes sir, she was letting me know how stressful work has been and how the baby is keeping you up at night.” She pulls my shirt off and continues down to my belt, undoing my buckle and dropping it to the floor with a thud.

I take one large breath and then a gulp. “I’ve never done this before”

“That’s okay, I know what I want to do. Also don’t worry about how you look, I have a thing for husky dad bods, it’s one thing me and your wife have in common.”

She unzips my pants and I help them down my legs as she pulls my cock out from my pants.
“It ain’t much, but it’s the right tool for me.”

“Oh your wife has no bad things to say about you honey. I want to know what has satisfied that goddess.”

She gets down on her knees and wraps her cute lips around my tip and suckles and licks my hole. I run my fingers through her rose gold hair and grasp at her roots gently pulling her into my crotch. She attempts to hold my thighs with her adorable hands. She can’t barely get a hold on them. If there’s one thing hard on me other than my junk it’s these stiff meaty legs on mine. She has to adjust to hold the back of my legs to keep clutched to me. I trust down her throat as she gags I release her as she continues to bob back and forth going all the way to my base. My orange pubes ticking her nose.

“Fuuck… your mouth is amazing” I let out a low breathy moan.

“I bet you say that to all the girls, hehe” she squeezes a little bit of precum out onto her tongue.

“Just one, well I guess two now.”

She strands up and drops her jeans and panties all in one. If my wife’s the goddess, then she’s a little angel. Lovely legs and thigh gap. Her pussy is picture perfect and supple lips. I drop my pants down to my ankle as she strips her bra off showing off her titties. Again everything on her is the epitome of itsy-bisty. She backs up onto the table edge and I lift her up and set her down showing her legs. I squat down and get interrupted by her gesturing.

“As much as I would love to, I’m sure your food is about to come out. Just stick it in me and have your way with me, please.”

“You’re right, I’d love to savor this moment, but people will get suspicious.”

“Next time you can taste all my holes and I can taste Kendra’s.”

“You’ll get addicted to her sweet taste.”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise”

I take my erect dick and rub her lips apart with a couple plays on her clit I locate her hole and work myself in slowly.

Grabbing my cock, she scoots herself forward.

“We ain’t got time baby, fill me up, Mr. Master electrician”

I clench her hip bones and lift her body off the table and slam her down. She lets out a yelp and bore it gets too loud I silence her by forcing my tongue in your mouth. She mirrors me and intertwines with me.

With muted breath she gets out, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me like your wife.”

I trust and pound and trust and pound.

“where do you want my jizz?”

“I want it in my mouth.” Enthusiasticly.

I pop her off my cock let her down in her original position and like two magnets we connect swiftly. Her mouth back engulfing me. I can’t hold on much longer and give her a couple pumps then unload down her esophagus. As she swallows it down I listen to her gulps and throw my head back letting out a silent set of grunts.

She takes me out . “Mmmm. I could get used to that”

She pulls me back in getting every last drop she can get. My sensitivity makes me shiver down low.

We get out clothes on and make ourselves look like we do when we went in there. Best we can.

“Tell kendra I said thank you”

We emerge out and go our separate ways. I catch a glance from my wife at the table starting at me with eyes I don’t see too often in public, especially around her mother. They’re passionate, ‘ come-and-take- eyes’, but even more so.

“Did you get it done, baby” she says with a grin.

“Yes ma’am all done”

“You got something in your back pocket dear”

I pull out a pair of lace panties, that happen to find their way back there. And I look around to see the same look my wife gave me coming from Denise. I turn back to my wife.

“Happy Father’s Day my love”

Another day without too much being special about it. I treat Father’s Day as any regular day before or after, because I don’t need a day for me. My wife however tends to go all out for me which I love her for, she what’s knows what to get me even if it isn’t a tangible gift for me. Last year she gave me the richest and most succulent chocolate mousse cake that I had been mentioned a time or two. It was divine and totally unexpected. This year’s gift was more unexpected at an impossible level.

We planned to put to our local steakhouse spot and have a nice dinner with the kids and the MIL. We all load into the front door and my wife makes her way to the hostess stand and gets us out normal table off in the corner. I wouldn’t say we get preferential treatment but the staff there we go enough that they don’t mind helping out with the odd favor now and then.

We get seated and our youngest starts having a fit so I go to get him for my wife Kendra to take him out front and walk around, get some pent up energy out. She insists she do it because it’s my dinner and I should enjoy it with a nice tall beer. Though she is leaving me with her mother, but life’s about give and take. On her way back in u notice she’s chatting with the cute little hostess.

Not that I’ve ever thought about it but I wouldn’t mind watching them from a chair in a corner. My wife is a tall buxom woman. Long flowing dark brown hair and a larger perfectly round ass. She’s an amazing woman. Denise, the hostess, on the other hand is the exact opposite of her that doesn’t sway me away though. She’s got to be close to a foot shorter. Pretty red hair in a bob cut and a cute a cute freckly face. Her work outfit is obviously appropriate but the jeans she’s wears perfectly cup her tight round bottom and from her size I could tell she has Bs or C cups. I love the duck out of a whole chocolate cake, but a slice of red velvet would not go overlooked.

As my wife and son come around I compose myself away from thinking about the two of them and take a huge swig of my stein. The waiter comes around delivers the complementary loaf of bread and takes our order. There’s not too many people in the joint this evening. Handful of families and all the usual suspects at the restaurant bar.

Some time passes and I see a couple employees come out of the overflow section of the restaurant. My wife asks our waiter what was happening and he mentions the plug in there are working and they have a big corporate party coming in an hour and need them for a projector or something. She mentions that I’m a master electrician and lets them know I can take a look at it, which I don’t mind I enjoy my trade.

Moments later Denise comes around and gets me to go troubleshoot their problem. She ushers me in the door and puts her hand on my back softly stroking her hand down in a long swoop. I take a quick look and notice one random plug on the wall and no indicator light on. I go towards it and press in the reset button but nothing happens. “Looks like the receptacle is out, and luckily I have a box just rolling around in my backseat”. I make my way out to go get one and also my hand tools.

When I get back in Denise’s demeanor seems different, almost flirtatious. “So, is it hard” Waiting a beat “The fix that is, nothing too difficult to do?”

“It’s a pretty easy fix for something like me, haha” I say.

She moves closer to me as I get to work.

“Don’t you want to turn off the power or something?”

“Nah, it shouldn’t be much of an issue an I don’t want to risk turning something random off.”

I swap it out no problem and the other receptacles in the room start working as well. I clean up my mess and head for the door when all of a sudden I feel a a tug from my wrist. I’m pulled back and Denise strides towards the doors locking them in a swift motion.

“Your wife told me that yall are high school sweeties and she’s been your only girl you’ve ever had sex with.”

Flustered, I stammer for a response… “y-y-yes ma’am, and that’s alright by me.”

“Well this year she wants to give the man who has it all something a little special.”

She makes her way towards me slowly undoing her button down work shirt revealing a pure white Lacey bra. Barely filled out. She reaches for my tool pouch in my hand and set it on the table, the takes both hands and pulls my tucked in shirt out of my jeans. She moves up my torso and rubs my chest underneath my shirt.

“Don’t worry she set this all up.”

“Is that what yall were talking about earlier?”

“Yes sir, she was letting me know how stressful work has been and how the baby is keeping you up at night.” She pulls my shirt off and continues down to my belt, undoing my buckle and dropping it to the floor with a thud.

I take one large breath and then a gulp. “I’ve never done this before”

“That’s okay, I know what I want to do. Also don’t worry about how you look, I have a thing for husky dad bods, it’s one thing me and your wife have in common.”

She unzips my pants and I help them down my legs as she pulls my cock out from my pants.
“It ain’t much, but it’s the right tool for me.”

“Oh your wife has no bad things to say about you honey. I want to know what has satisfied that goddess.”

She gets down on her knees and wraps her cute lips around my tip and suckles and licks my hole. I run my fingers through her rose gold hair and grasp at her roots gently pulling her into my crotch. She attempts to hold my thighs with her adorable hands. She can’t barely get a hold on them. If there’s one thing hard on me other than my junk it’s these stiff meaty legs on mine. She has to adjust to hold the back of my legs to keep clutched to me. I trust down her throat as she gags I release her as she continues to bob back and forth going all the way to my base. My orange pubes ticking her nose.

“Fuuck… your mouth is amazing” I let out a low breathy moan.

“I bet you say that to all the girls, hehe” she squeezes a little bit of precum out onto her tongue.

“Just one, well I guess two now.”

She strands up and drops her jeans and panties all in one. If my wife’s the goddess, then she’s a little angel. Lovely legs and thigh gap. Her pussy is picture perfect and supple lips. I drop my pants down to my ankle as she strips her bra off showing off her titties. Again everything on her is the epitome of itsy-bisty. She backs up onto the table edge and I lift her up and set her down showing her legs. I squat down and get interrupted by her gesturing.

“As much as I would love to, I’m sure your food is about to come out. Just stick it in me and have your way with me, please.”

“You’re right, I’d love to savor this moment, but people will get suspicious.”

“Next time you can taste all my holes and I can taste Kendra’s.”

“You’ll get addicted to her sweet taste.”

“You promise?”

“Pinky promise”

I take my erect dick and rub her lips apart with a couple plays on her clit I locate her hole and work myself in slowly.

Grabbing my cock, she scoots herself forward.

“We ain’t got time baby, fill me up, Mr. Master electrician”

I clench her hip bones and lift her body off the table and slam her down. She lets out a yelp and bore it gets too loud I silence her by forcing my tongue in your mouth. She mirrors me and intertwines with me.

With muted breath she gets out, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me like your wife.”

I trust and pound and trust and pound.

“where do you want my jizz?”

“I want it in my mouth.” Enthusiasticly.

I pop her off my cock let her down in her original position and like two magnets we connect swiftly. Her mouth back engulfing me. I can’t hold on much longer and give her a couple pumps then unload down her esophagus. As she swallows it down I listen to her gulps and throw my head back letting out a silent set of grunts.

She takes me out . “Mmmm. I could get used to that”

She pulls me back in getting every last drop she can get. My sensitivity makes me shiver down low.

We get out clothes on and make ourselves look like we do when we went in there. Best we can.

“Tell kendra I said thank you”

We emerge out and go our separate ways. I catch a glance from my wife at the table starting at me with eyes I don’t see too often in public, especially around her mother. They’re passionate, ‘ come-and-take- eyes’, but even more so.

“Did you get it done, baby” she says with a grin.

“Yes ma’am all done”

“You got something in your back pocket dear”

I pull out a pair of lace panties, that happen to find their way back there. And I look around to see the same look my wife gave me coming from Denise. I turn back to my wife.

“Happy Father’s Day my love”

I'm really struggling with this last uphill push. Maybe it's because my muscles ache and at this point, it feels like I'm pushing an elephant rather thank a bicycle. It's just a little less that a hundred feet until I make the turn onto my street but it feels like miles away. A lot has been on my mind recently and could be taking me out of it physically and mentally? I spot my neighbor, Beth, down the street working on her car in the garage. It's a vintage 80s Porsche. Looks like were both in the process of restoring older vehicles. Anytime she sees me it always looks like she's sucked a lemon. What she doesn't know is how obsessed with her 1 am. Her simple beauty is the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen.my tire is feeling low so let's finish this quick... I believe I'm going to pop over and see what she's repairing since I'm basically done with my exercise route.
"Wow, you look like shit",
, she said in a jocular sense. She
could have meant it thought it's hard to tell. Not to feel a hit to my pride as a man I invite myself to consult with the ongoing project hers undertaking. "Just like a woman to wear out these brake rotors like this, I'm more flabbergasted you're replacing them yourself on such a fine vehicle. Are you sure you can manage"? | comeback sarcastically. Or at least I hope she heard it that way...
In the awkward silence I take note of the vibe of the garage she has made into an auto shop. It seems oddly like how i set up my garage; man-cave like but defiantly having purpose besides drinking beer and watching the garage TV. Hers however is much, much pinker. Even has this DIY string light braided with a boa surrounding the room. "Well, are you gonna help, I know your mouth runs and truck doesn't so keep pedaling or get me that tube and glass bottle".

Without skipping a beat, she gets back to prepping her tool cart for the next step in the brake repair. With command she gave me for the bottle and tube and the worn rotors and pads, ld say she is flushing her brake lines. She's ready for fresh fluids. "Okay, I'm' going to work the pedal and add the oil. I need you to connect to the bleeder tip and let me know when clean" .. "Yeah, yeah, clean fluids gonna come out then I close it off and go the next tire". I interrupted. We start with the farthest tire; the passenger rear tire, then driver side rear, next is the passenger front tire, and finally the driver side front.
From this angle 1 get a peak looking up at her through open areas around the door and notice she is wearing the same biker shorts 1 am wearing. I could see how wide her hips were and how firm her legs looked. I know from past sittings she's got such a juicy peach of and ass. That's probably why she's got men's shorts.
After all, I got these shorts because they gave me room to breath and not constrict my cock to my thighs, so why wouldn't she be using them more room as well.
Next, I focus on is the beads of sweat slowly building up and dripping down her slim calves. Not paying attention to the task at hand I fumble to siphon tube, which comes off the tip and I take a load of squirt with two heavy steams of brake fluid. "WOAH, WOAH, WOAH"! I shout. She quickly gets out of the car and when she sees me laying down on the concrete in my oily state, lets out a snicker and cacks a side smile. "Oops, sorry there, you seemed like you knew what you were doing" she remarked. Did she notice me sneaking an up-close peak? No, I was looking at her the entire time, she didn't look down at me. Unless she just knew I was fawning over her lower half. She goes to help me off the floor, but I bounce up and rip my shirt off so the caustic fluid doesn't fuck up my skin or whatever it’ll do. We both make our way to the sink in the corner.

First thing we did was clean off the stuff that had gotten on my neck and cheek. Without the boggy cotton shirt clinging to my arms and torso she starts cleaning of my chest and stomach where the oil had seeped through the shirt. "Oh, your shorts as well". She pointed out. "Just give them a good wipe off, I have wears on under them anyway. I'm not too worried about that's spot, thanks". She proceeds to do some light dabs with a shop towel and some break clean. With one long wipe she inadvertently catches to edge of my contained cock and I couldn't help it and twitch it as she rubs up against my tip, making the dark wet spot a little bigger. Stunned by this blunder I take a step back and both of us lock eyes. She bursts into laughter, "'m sooo sorry, he he".
Standing there I watch her demeaner change from comical to flirtatious. Giving me a sultry look, I don't believe I have ever seen a woman give me before, she grabs the garage door clicker and proceeds to shut the door with us inside.
"I reckon I was out of line there, only right you get yours". She
spoke softly, then she slowly took off those matching shorts of hers. While processing what's going on in my head, her girl cock bounds out with a throb and drip.
Sweat, like wildflower honey, coming down her sun-kissed, caramel skin was already enticing me to have a taste, but watching a droplet from her hole glisten from the ambient light made my mouth soaked with saliva. With a sudden rush, I now feel the need to take in all her softness and innocence she may have and void her of any remaining purity. I let slip out with a deep breath whisper, “fuck”.

She starts towards me and swiftly rips down my tight garment to mid-thigh, enough to my member into the hot, fresh air. She clenches around it at the base and slowly stroked it up squeezing a surge of precum out of my dick. She then pulled me closer. Penis tips oozing with nectar, only hairs away. Both of our hole's kiss and move apart stringing along a mixture of our secretions. With the outside air cut off, the garage turned into an over of heat and lust.
Sweat accumulating fast on our exposed body parts.
I hesitate at first, but compose myself and go to grab her cock doing the same she had done to me, squeezing even more of her juices out. I lighten up the grip to sensually stroker her girl penis.
She does the same to me. In sync we both take one large breath in and exhale like doing the purest line of coke. Our synchronization of back-and-forth strokes draw us closer and closer to utter bliss. I take my remaining arm and drape it over her shoulder and she braces up against the basin. We are inter-connected like snakes twirling together during their mating ritual. I didn't want to release my grasp of the power that I held in my fingers, and I could tell she wanted to keep her grip to me as well. What was once drops of nectar quickly became a sudden spring shower, coming in hard and wet.
Reality shrinks around me, I center on the sounds of tips and taps of sweet perspiration braking on the cool concrete, the buzz of a run-down floor fan, and our bestial breathing.
This burst of intimate mutual masturbation is interrupted when she goes to reveal a multitude of extra velvety soft skin.

I didn't examine her that much but I could tell she was hiding something even being exposed as she was. I thrust my hips forwards signaling to her I wanted to stuff myself into her cock socket. Beth spreads her opening apart and I work myself in her foreskin enveloping my circumcised shaft. This reminds me of one of the masturbators I have back at the house, but warm and inviting. Within the steamy embrace we start to inset grunts and moans between breaths. While she holds our connection, I sneak a peek to see her radiant face. She's peering down concentrated on her tender grasp. I clench her small shoulders and bring my head closer to her neck and lick up her wetness before | start to suckle on her succulent neck.
Once she got the feel of our movements, she moved a hand to my girthy base making lengthy strokes of inverse of my trusting.
As I push forward, she would tug me backwards along with heaving her flesh over mine to keep me inserted with her other hand. We stay coupled as our self-lubrications makes our copulation frictionless. If she wasn't so petite I would traverse my tongue down to her sweet little nipples, but I feel the extra movement to tear her crop top off would halt everything, so 1 play with her protruding nipples. They were surprisingly defined for being under her shirt and bra. Massaging one betwixt my thumb and pointer finger it reminded me of threading a bolt into a hard-to-reach area on when you're underneath a vehicle. Her mounds aren't too big either, a perfect amount to fit in my blue-collar hands. I get enough of them to squeeze.
I begin to lose inhibition in her essence; I plunge further inside, 1 reluctantly move away from her neck so i can use my other hand to caress her bare ball sack. I fondle them gently, caressing them with every finger, clenching the ever so often like my personal stress ball. They seem to be relaxing me to the point of releasing what I have pent up inside. I want her to release whatever she has imprisoned as well.
Shivering, her strength in her legs give way. The reaction breaks us away from our tug-of-war as letting out guttural moans... I really hope know one heard that. I could feel she was close too, but she stammers towards the door going inside without finishing. Did I cross a line? She presses the garage door opener mounted on the wall leaving the clicker on the counter next to me. I think I get the memo without her having to say anything. As the door opens, she slinks inside tripping over herself because of the shorts around her ankles. I rush to make myself presentable for the public world that I had forgotten about for while within these girly walls.
For a moment my whole world had been an alternative actuality that I would never have dreamed of being in, but it was real. I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it. I locate my bike and hop on; I walk out to the end of her driveway and survey the road and other houses wondering if there are any 'looky-Lous'. Riding home I replay the garage scene over and over. I'm only five houses down the hill, but I ran though the sequence over a hundred time.
In a trance like state, I drop my bike out form under me and
march to my houses side gate and go into the back yard. Peel down my shorts. Drop my underwear. And jerk off my swollen cock and balls. Pounding away vigorously, I drop to me knees now cupping my testicles how I fondled Beths'. Thinking about her small perky bosom and her pendulous sack. Her meaty shaft and tight waist. Her golden skin and perfect size. I brood over my obsession for only a moment until I ejaculate hysterically. I didn't register it had happened. It all just spued out like streams of brake fluid being pumped out of the caliper lines...

Just a rough draft I wrote on notes. Is there anything there worth a damn?

I'm really struggling with this last uphill push. Maybe it's because my muscles ache and at this point, it feels like I'm pushing an elephant rather thank a truck. It's just a little less that a hundred feet until I make the turn onto my street but it feels like miles away. A lot has been on my mind recently and could be taking me out of it physically and mentally? I spot my neighbor, Beth, down the street working on her car in the garage. It's a vintage 80s Porsche. Looks like were both in the process of restoring older vehicles. Anytime she sees me it always looks like she's sucked a lemon. What she doesn't know is how obsessed with her 1 am. Her simple beauty is the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen.my tire is feeling low so let's finish this quick... I believe I'm going to pop over and see what she's repairing since I'm basically done with my exercise route.

"Wow, you look like shit", she said in a satirical sense. She could have meant it thought it's hard to tell. Not to feel a hit to my pride as a man I invite myself to consult with the ongoing project hers undertaking. "Just like a woman to wear out these brake rotors like this, I'm more flabbergasted you're replacing them yourself on such a fine vehicle. Are you sure you can manage"? I comeback sarcastically. Or at least I hope she heard it that way...In the awkward silence I take note of the vibe of the garage she has made into an auto shop. It seems oddly like how i set up my garage; man-cave like but defiantly having purpose besides drinking beer and watching the garage TV. Hers however is much, much pinker. Even has this DIY string light braided with a boa surrounding the room. "Well, are you gonna help, I know your mouth runs and truck doesn't so keep pedaling or get me that tube and glass bottle". She’s riveting.

Without skipping a beat, she gets back to prepping her tool cart for the next step in the brake repair. With command she gave me for the bottle and tube and the worn rotors and pads, ld say she is flushing her brake lines. She's ready for fresh fluids. "Okay, I'm' going to work the pedal and add the oil. I need you to connect to the bleeder tip and let me know when clean" .. "Yeah, yeah, clean fluids gonna come out then I close it off and go the next tire". I interrupted. We start with the farthest tire; the passenger rear tire, then driver side rear, next is the passenger front tire, and finally the driver side front.

From this angle i get a peak looking up at her through open areas around the door and notice she is wearing the same biker shorts i am wearing. I could see how wide her hips were and how firm her legs looked. I know from past sittings she's got such a juicy peach of and ass. That's probably why she's got men's shorts. After all, I got these shorts because they gave me room to breathe and not constrict my cock to my thighs, so why wouldn't she be using them more room as well.

Next, I focus on is the beads of sweat slowly building up and dripping down her slim calves. Not paying attention to the task at hand I fumble to siphon tube, which comes off the tip and I take a load of squirt with two heavy steams of brake fluid. "WOAH, WOAH, WOAH"! I shout. She quickly gets out of the car and when she sees me laying down on the concrete in my oily state, lets out a snicker and cacks a side smile. "Oops, sorry there, you seemed like you knew what you were doing" she remarked. Did she notice me sneaking an up-close peak? No, I was looking at her the entire time, she didn't look down at me. Unless she just knew I was fawning over her lower half. She goes to help me off the floor, but I bounce up and rip my shirt off so the caustic fluid doesn't fuck up my skin or whatever it’ll do. We both make our way to the sink in the corner.

First thing we did was clean off the stuff that had gotten on my neck and cheek. Without the boggy cotton shirt clinging to my arms and torso she starts cleaning of my chest and stomach where the oil had seeped through the shirt. "Oh, your shorts as well". She pointed out. "Just give them a good wipe off, I have wears on under them anyway. I'm not too worried about that's spot, thanks". She proceeds to do some light dabs with a shop towel and some break clean. With one long wipe she inadvertently catches to edge of my contained cock and I couldn't help it and twitch it as she rubs up against my tip, making the dark wet spot a little bigger. Stunned by this blunder I take a step back and both of us lock eyes. She bursts into laughter, "'m sooo sorry, he he". Standing there I watch her demeaner change from comical to flirtatious. Giving me a sultry look, I don't believe I have ever seen a woman give me before, she grabs the garage door clicker and proceeds to shut the door with us inside.

"I reckon I was out of line there, only right you get yours". She
spoke softly, then she slowly took off those matching shorts of hers. While processing what's going on in my head, her girl cock bounds out with a throb and drip.

Sweat, like wildflower honey, coming down her sun-kissed, caramel skin was already enticing me to have a taste, but watching a droplet from her hole glisten from the ambient light made my mouth soaked with saliva. With a sudden rush, I now feel the need to take in all her softness and innocence she may have and void her of any remaining purity. I let slip out with a deep breath whisper, “fuck”.

She starts towards me and swiftly rips down my tight garment to mid-thigh, enough to my member into the hot, fresh air. She clenches around it at the base and slowly stroked it up squeezing a surge of precum out of my dick. She then pulled me closer. Penis tips oozing with nectar, only hairs away. Both of our hole's kiss and move apart stringing along a mixture of our secretions. With the outside air cut off, the garage turned into an over of heat and lust.
Sweat accumulating fast on our exposed body parts.

I hesitate at first, but compose myself and go to
grab her cock doing the same she had done to me, squeezing even more of her juices out. I lighten up the grip to sensually stroker her girl penis.
She does the same to me. In sync we both take one large breath in and exhale like doing the purest line of coke. Our synchronization of back-and-forth strokes draw us closer and closer to utter bliss. I take my remaining arm and drape it over her shoulder and she braces up against the basin. We are inter-connected like snakes twirling together during their mating ritual. I didn't want to release my grasp of the power that I held in my fingers, and I could tell she wanted to keep her grip to me as well. What was once drops of nectar quickly became a sudden spring shower, coming in hard and wet.

Reality shrinks around me, I center on the sounds of tips and taps of sweet perspiration braking on the cool concrete, the buzz of a run-down floor fan, and our bestial breathing.

This burst of intimate mutual masturbation is interrupted when she goes to reveal a multitude of extra velvety soft skin. I didn't examine her that much but I could tell she was hiding something even being exposed as she was. I thrust my hips forwards signaling to her I wanted to stuff myself into her cock socket. Beth spreads her opening apart and I work myself in her foreskin enveloping my circumcised shaft. This reminds me of one of the masturbators I have back at the house, but warm and inviting. Within the steamy embrace we start to inset grunts and moans between breaths. While she holds our connection, I sneak a peek to see her radiant face. She's peering down concentrated on her tender grasp. I clench her small shoulders and bring my head closer to her neck and lick up her wetness before | start to suckle on her succulent neck.

Once she got the feel of our movements, she moved a hand to my girthy base making lengthy strokes of inverse of my trusting. As I push forward, she would tug me backwards along with heaving her flesh over mine to keep me inserted with her other hand. We stay coupled as our self-lubrications makes our copulation frictionless. If she wasn't so petite I would traverse my tongue down to her sweet little nipples, but I feel the extra movement to tear her crop top off would halt everything, so I play with her protruding nipples. They were surprisingly defined for being under her shirt and bra. Massaging one betwixt my thumb and pointer finger it reminded me of threading a bolt into a hard-to-reach area on when you're underneath a vehicle. Her mounds aren't too big either, a perfect amount to fit in my blue-collar hands. I get enough of them to squeeze.

I begin to lose inhibition in her essence; I plunge further inside, I reluctantly move away from her neck so i can use my other hand to caress her bare ball sack. I fondle them gently, caressing them with every finger, clenching the ever so often like my personal stress ball. They seem to be relaxing me to the point of releasing what I have pent up inside. I want her to release whatever she has imprisoned as well.

Shivering, her strength in her legs give way. The reaction breaks us away from our tug-of-war as letting out guttural moans... I really hope know one heard that. I could feel she was close too, but she stammers towards the door going inside without finishing. Did I cross a line? She presses the garage door opener mounted on the wall leaving the clicker on the counter next to me. I think I get the memo without her having to say anything. As the door opens, she slinks inside tripping over herself because of the shorts around her ankles. I rush to make myself presentable for the public world that I had forgotten about for while within these girly walls.

For a moment my whole world had been an alternative actuality that I would never have dreamed of being in, but it was real. I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it. I locate my bike and hop on; I walk out to the end of her driveway and survey the road and other houses wondering if there are any 'looky-Lous'. Riding home I replay the garage scene over and over. I'm only five houses down the hill, but I ran though the sequence over a hundred time.

In a trance like state, I drop my bike out from under me and march to my houses side gate and go into the back yard. Peel down my shorts. Drop my underwear. And jerk off my swollen cock and balls. Pounding away vigorously, I drop to me knees now cupping my testicles how I fondled Beths'. Thinking about her small perky bosom and her pendulous sack. Her meaty shaft and tight waist. Her golden skin and perfect size. I brood over my obsession for only a moment until I ejaculate hysterically. I didn't register it had happened. It all just spued out like streams of brake fluid being pumped out of the caliper lines...

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I'm really struggling with this last uphill push. Maybe it's because my muscles ache and at this point, it feels like I'm pushing an elephant rather thank a truck. It's just a little less that a hundred feet until I make the turn onto my street but it feels like miles away. A lot has been on my mind recently and could be taking me out of it physically and mentally? I spot my neighbor, Beth, down the street working on her car in the garage. It's a vintage 80s Porsche. Looks like were both in the process of restoring older vehicles. Anytime she sees me it always looks like she's sucked a lemon. What she doesn't know is how obsessed with her 1 am. Her simple beauty is the most breathtaking sight I've ever seen.my tire is feeling low so let's finish this quick... I believe I'm going to pop over and see what she's repairing since I'm basically done with my exercise route.

"Wow, you look like shit", she said in a satirical sense. She could have meant it thought it's hard to tell. Not to feel a hit to my pride as a man I invite myself to consult with the ongoing project hers undertaking. "Just like a woman to wear out these brake rotors like this, I'm more flabbergasted you're replacing them yourself on such a fine vehicle. Are you sure you can manage"? I comeback sarcastically. Or at least I hope she heard it that way...In the awkward silence I take note of the vibe of the garage she has made into an auto shop. It seems oddly like how i set up my garage; man-cave like but defiantly having purpose besides drinking beer and watching the garage TV. Hers however is much, much pinker. Even has this DIY string light braided with a boa surrounding the room. "Well, are you gonna help, I know your mouth runs and truck doesn't so keep pedaling or get me that tube and glass bottle". She’s riveting.

Without skipping a beat, she gets back to prepping her tool cart for the next step in the brake repair. With command she gave me for the bottle and tube and the worn rotors and pads, ld say she is flushing her brake lines. She's ready for fresh fluids. "Okay, I'm' going to work the pedal and add the oil. I need you to connect to the bleeder tip and let me know when clean" .. "Yeah, yeah, clean fluids gonna come out then I close it off and go the next tire". I interrupted. We start with the farthest tire; the passenger rear tire, then driver side rear, next is the passenger front tire, and finally the driver side front.

From this angle i get a peak looking up at her through open areas around the door and notice she is wearing the same biker shorts i am wearing. I could see how wide her hips were and how firm her legs looked. I know from past sittings she's got such a juicy peach of and ass. That's probably why she's got men's shorts. After all, I got these shorts because they gave me room to breathe and not constrict my cock to my thighs, so why wouldn't she be using them more room as well.

Next, I focus on is the beads of sweat slowly building up and dripping down her slim calves. Not paying attention to the task at hand I fumble to siphon tube, which comes off the tip and I take a load of squirt with two heavy steams of brake fluid. "WOAH, WOAH, WOAH"! I shout. She quickly gets out of the car and when she sees me laying down on the concrete in my oily state, lets out a snicker and cacks a side smile. "Oops, sorry there, you seemed like you knew what you were doing" she remarked. Did she notice me sneaking an up-close peak? No, I was looking at her the entire time, she didn't look down at me. Unless she just knew I was fawning over her lower half. She goes to help me off the floor, but I bounce up and rip my shirt off so the caustic fluid doesn't fuck up my skin or whatever it’ll do. We both make our way to the sink in the corner.

First thing we did was clean off the stuff that had gotten on my neck and cheek. Without the boggy cotton shirt clinging to my arms and torso she starts cleaning of my chest and stomach where the oil had seeped through the shirt. "Oh, your shorts as well". She pointed out. "Just give them a good wipe off, I have wears on under them anyway. I'm not too worried about that's spot, thanks". She proceeds to do some light dabs with a shop towel and some break clean. With one long wipe she inadvertently catches to edge of my contained cock and I couldn't help it and twitch it as she rubs up against my tip, making the dark wet spot a little bigger. Stunned by this blunder I take a step back and both of us lock eyes. She bursts into laughter, "'m sooo sorry, he he". Standing there I watch her demeaner change from comical to flirtatious. Giving me a sultry look, I don't believe I have ever seen a woman give me before, she grabs the garage door clicker and proceeds to shut the door with us inside.

"I reckon I was out of line there, only right you get yours". She
spoke softly, then she slowly took off those matching shorts of hers. While processing what's going on in my head, her girl cock bounds out with a throb and drip.

Sweat, like wildflower honey, coming down her sun-kissed, caramel skin was already enticing me to have a taste, but watching a droplet from her hole glisten from the ambient light made my mouth soaked with saliva. With a sudden rush, I now feel the need to take in all her softness and innocence she may have and void her of any remaining purity. I let slip out with a deep breath whisper, “fuck”.

She starts towards me and swiftly rips down my tight garment to mid-thigh, enough to my member into the hot, fresh air. She clenches around it at the base and slowly stroked it up squeezing a surge of precum out of my dick. She then pulled me closer. Penis tips oozing with nectar, only hairs away. Both of our hole's kiss and move apart stringing along a mixture of our secretions. With the outside air cut off, the garage turned into an over of heat and lust.
Sweat accumulating fast on our exposed body parts.

I hesitate at first, but compose myself and go to
grab her cock doing the same she had done to me, squeezing even more of her juices out. I lighten up the grip to sensually stroker her girl penis.
She does the same to me. In sync we both take one large breath in and exhale like doing the purest line of coke. Our synchronization of back-and-forth strokes draw us closer and closer to utter bliss. I take my remaining arm and drape it over her shoulder and she braces up against the basin. We are inter-connected like snakes twirling together during their mating ritual. I didn't want to release my grasp of the power that I held in my fingers, and I could tell she wanted to keep her grip to me as well. What was once drops of nectar quickly became a sudden spring shower, coming in hard and wet.

Reality shrinks around me, I center on the sounds of tips and taps of sweet perspiration braking on the cool concrete, the buzz of a run-down floor fan, and our bestial breathing.

This burst of intimate mutual masturbation is interrupted when she goes to reveal a multitude of extra velvety soft skin. I didn't examine her that much but I could tell she was hiding something even being exposed as she was. I thrust my hips forwards signaling to her I wanted to stuff myself into her cock socket. Beth spreads her opening apart and I work myself in her foreskin enveloping my circumcised shaft. This reminds me of one of the masturbators I have back at the house, but warm and inviting. Within the steamy embrace we start to inset grunts and moans between breaths. While she holds our connection, I sneak a peek to see her radiant face. She's peering down concentrated on her tender grasp. I clench her small shoulders and bring my head closer to her neck and lick up her wetness before | start to suckle on her succulent neck.

Once she got the feel of our movements, she moved a hand to my girthy base making lengthy strokes of inverse of my trusting. As I push forward, she would tug me backwards along with heaving her flesh over mine to keep me inserted with her other hand. We stay coupled as our self-lubrications makes our copulation frictionless. If she wasn't so petite I would traverse my tongue down to her sweet little nipples, but I feel the extra movement to tear her crop top off would halt everything, so I play with her protruding nipples. They were surprisingly defined for being under her shirt and bra. Massaging one betwixt my thumb and pointer finger it reminded me of threading a bolt into a hard-to-reach area on when you're underneath a vehicle. Her mounds aren't too big either, a perfect amount to fit in my blue-collar hands. I get enough of them to squeeze.

I begin to lose inhibition in her essence; I plunge further inside, I reluctantly move away from her neck so i can use my other hand to caress her bare ball sack. I fondle them gently, caressing them with every finger, clenching the ever so often like my personal stress ball. They seem to be relaxing me to the point of releasing what I have pent up inside. I want her to release whatever she has imprisoned as well.

Shivering, her strength in her legs give way. The reaction breaks us away from our tug-of-war as letting out guttural moans... I really hope know one heard that. I could feel she was close too, but she stammers towards the door going inside without finishing. Did I cross a line? She presses the garage door opener mounted on the wall leaving the clicker on the counter next to me. I think I get the memo without her having to say anything. As the door opens, she slinks inside tripping over herself because of the shorts around her ankles. I rush to make myself presentable for the public world that I had forgotten about for while within these girly walls.

For a moment my whole world had been an alternative actuality that I would never have dreamed of being in, but it was real. I could feel it. I could taste it. I could smell it. I could hear it. I could see it. I locate my bike and hop on; I walk out to the end of her driveway and survey the road and other houses wondering if there are any 'looky-Lous'. Riding home I replay the garage scene over and over. I'm only five houses down the hill, but I ran though the sequence over a hundred time.

In a trance like state, I drop my bike out from under me and march to my houses side gate and go into the back yard. Peel down my shorts. Drop my underwear. And jerk off my swollen cock and balls. Pounding away vigorously, I drop to me knees now cupping my testicles how I fondled Beths'. Thinking about her small perky bosom and her pendulous sack. Her meaty shaft and tight waist. Her golden skin and perfect size. I brood over my obsession for only a moment until I ejaculate hysterically. I didn't register it had happened. It all just spued out like streams of brake fluid being pumped out of the caliper lines...

This is just something I started jotting down and editing here and their and would mind some critique or whatever I got right and should stick with

Most appreciative