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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Karin's Home Improvement Project by QuietOne (quietone8591@yahoo.com) *** A young housewife hires a contractor to renovate her kitchen and finds herself lusting after a cocksure 18- year-old construction worker. Especially after her husband leaves town on business. Her glowing recommendation leads a neighboring housewife to consider a bit of "home improvement" as well. (FF/M- teen, voy, bi, oral, mast) *** Note: all references to actual people are fictional. The author strongly welcomes all comments and feedback. *** Karin Angelides gazed at herself in the mirror as she dressed. At 34, she still felt she had a pretty good body. She was tall, about 5'8" and still thin, but her hips, breasts and buttocks were fuller and more womanly now. Three days a week at the gym over the last seven years was an investment she wasn't about to give up. She'd started her exercise regimen when she and Rob first got married. She was 27 at the time and he was older, more established in his career as a lawyer. Given that her friends always commented on how good- looking Rob was, Karin was determined that her husband was going to maintain his attraction to her. She'd cut her hair short about five years ago, but only because Rob liked it that way. As they continued to maintain their winter schedule of vacations to the Caribbean, she worked hard to insure that even after 30, she still looked good in a bikini. At the upscale beach resorts where they stayed, her full breasts, flat tummy and firm, round ass never failed to garner looks from the other guests, and sometimes even admiring comments. With Rob's practice growing over the years, the couple had been able to move to a more expensive new home in a well-to-do suburb. The large rambling house wasn't exactly what Karin wanted but it was a good deal. After a few years living there, Rob gave in to Karin's repeated pleas to let her renovate parts of the house. Grudgingly, he'd given in, setting a budget but letting Karin choose all the details from the design to the accents and lighting, she even chose the contractor. Karin had interviewed six or eight general contractors for the job, but eventually settled on a guy named Sanderson. He had strong references and had worked on some projects for friends. He was a little older than Karin liked and worked more slowly (according to friends) but his craftsmanship and attention to detail were solid and came highly recommended. Sanderson's work crew was scheduled to arrive this morning to begin demolition in the old kitchen and Karin planned to monitor their work closely. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt for the day because she assumed the work would be dusty and dirty. The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac in their neighborhood and many of the lots surrounding them were empty. Karin carefully planned where she would park the construction worker's trucks to minimize damage to her landscaping. Around the back of the house was a large stone patio adjacent to the house, then a large swimming pool surrounding by a grassy area and a privacy fence. She made a mental note not to let the workers roll heavy wheelbarrows or other equipment over the patio, fearing the stones might crack under the weight. At about 8am, she bounded downstairs to fix herself a cup of coffee. She found Mr. Sanderson in front of the house with 2-3 workers and she walked out the front door, mug in hand, to greet them. "Good morning, Mr. Sanderson." "Good morning, Karin. You're just in time for me to introduce you to my work crew. This here's Jake, my crew foreman, and his carpenters Rick and Steve. They're the inside crew that'll start demolition this morning. I've got two more guys on the way. They're the outside crew that will be hauling debris to the trucks." Just then, a red pick up truck came barreling down the cul-de-sac, blaring the Red Hot Chili Peppers and screeching to a halt. The workers just shook their heads as they looked at the late arriving additions. "That's my grandson, Jeff and his friend Eric," Sanderson said. "They're a little boisterous but there's no reason to be scared of 'em. Besides, they'll be working outside most of the time." "That's okay," Karin laughed. "Boisterous boys don't bother me a bit." The truck pulled up and the two young workers piled out, pulling their gloves and caps out of the back seat. They both wore faded jeans and work boots with paint stains on them. Over their thickly muscled torso's, they two men work "wife beater" t-shirts and each sported a three day stubble on their chins. One of the pair was about average size, six feet tall or so. Karin, however, was struck by the appearance of the other. He was large, about six-three and well over two hundred pounds, Karin guessed. He had rounded pec's and his t-shirt could not hide a flat, washboard stomach. Karin tried not to stare but he was an Adonis. As he approached, she could see that he was baby-faced, with longish hair that fell over his ears in ringlets and steely blue eyes. Karin caught her breath. She wasn't sure what it would be like having this gorgeous creature working around her house all day. She could already see she wasn't going to be getting a whole lot done. "Okay, boys," Sanderson called out. "Let's get to work. It's gonna be a hot one today so let's make sure you fellas working outside get plenty of water breaks, okay?" The larger boy smiled as he walked up to the group, in a slow, hulking gait. "Okay, granddad," he said. Despite responding to Sanderson, the boy never let his eyes leave Karin. As the other workers left to begin their day, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Jeff," he said. "You must be the lady of the house?" Karin was a little nonplussed. "Oh... hi," she stammered. "I'm Karin Angelides. My husband and I live here." "I'm very pleased to meet you, Karin Angelides," he said with a smile. Karin felt a little uncomfortable, he was holding her hand just a little too long for comfort. "Don't worry, I'm going to do a very good job for you. When this project's over you're gonna be very, very pleased." "Cut the crap and get to work, Romeo," the other boy said. "Don't pay any attention to him, ma'am. He's 18 and stupid. We don't have really high expectations for the boy." "Bye, Karin," Jeff said, smiling. As he turned to walk away, Karin stood alone in the driveway, a little confused but at the same time mesmerized by what she considered a disconcerting moment. Was he just hitting on me, she wondered? Still, her eyes never left Jeff as he walked over to the dumpster to begin working. He looked just as good walking away from her, Karin thought, as he did face to face. She suddenly realized she was standing alone in her driveway, staring at the two young construction workers. My god, he's only 18, Karin thought. Red-faced, she turned around and headed back into the house. She walked up the foyer stairs and tried to occupy herself with household chores while the construction workers began demolition downstairs, but Karin found the noise too distracting. She grabbed her coffee cup and walked across the upstairs landing to a spare room overlooking the work area. She peeked out the window from between the mini-blinds and watched the construction workers below. From her vantage point, she could watch Jeff and Eric loadings stacks of broken wood and drywall into the dumpster, their muscles rippling as they hoisted loads of debris over their heads. With few clouds to break the sun, the boys began sweating and after about 30 or 40 minutes, Jeff stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it into the grass. Karin could feel her heart pounding as she watched him, the voyeuristic thrill sending ripples through her body. I can't believe watching this kid is affecting me this way, she thought to herself, this isn't like me. Karin didn't consider herself the type of woman who lusts after strange men. But she admitted she loved watching Jeff, imagining what it would be like to see his naked, sweating body. She was curious about what he looked like under his jeans. In her mind's eye, she imagined herself caressing his penis. As she watched him, she slowly began pulling the waist of her t-shirt out of her jeans. Slowly, she slid one hand beneath the t-shirt and unclasped her bra. Gently, Karin began rolling her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A shiver shot through her body. Karin's breasts had always been sensitive. In fact, she had always been very proud of her breasts. They were large and full with protruding nipples that had garnered admiration since she was 15. In her younger days, before she was married, she loved going braless and loved to watch the double takes of men whose attentions were caught by her full chest and flat tummy. Karin was able to arouse herself by kneading and pinching her breasts and as her breathing grew more rapid, she felt herself reach down and begin unsnapping the front of her jeans. Karin pulled her jeans and panties off of her hips and stepped out of them. She pulled her t-shirt and bra off and stood naked in the barely furnished spare room. Lying on the carpeted floor, she softly caressed her body before plunging her middle finger into her wet vagina. Pulling back slightly, she circled her clitoris with a moistened fingertip and she could feel the pulsing ecstasy through her brain. Her finger began rubbing her clit more rapidly and she arched her hips up off the floor as her body tensed. Several times she reached down with her free hand to push several fingers into her heavily lubricated pussy, then brought them rapidly to her mouth, tasting the pungent, sticky fluid. Her rapidly vibrating finger pushed her closer and closer to climax. "Unh, unh, unh," she moaned, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pleading. "Oooh, yeah, right there," she said. In her mind, she imagined Jeff's scratchy face buried between her thighs, his tongue thrusting in and out of the folds of her labia, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Karin plunged her middle and ring fingers into her pussy as wave after wave or orgasm flowed over her. Her muscles froze, then her heaving, naked body collapsed on the floor, unable to move. She brought her hands to her face and covered it, the smell of her womanhood closing around her. My god, what am I doing, she thought. I just masturbated after watching an 18-year-old kid take his shirt off. Karin started to laugh and wondered if she were losing her mind. The workers broke for lunch and went outside to open their brown bags on the lawn. Karin walked downstairs to the basement where she had moved all of the food from the kitchen. The basement had been furnished into a kind of recreation room, with a full bar and refrigerator. She'd turned several closets into a pantry, but this area was still very much Rob's room, with a wide screen TV and several large overstuffed couches. Behind the seating area was a pool table. Karin made herself a sandwich and sat down to watch TV. She'd finished up about 30 minutes before she heard footsteps on the stairs behind her. "Hello?" Jeff called. "Karin, are you down here?" She thought it was a little familiar for him to call her by her first name. After all, technically she was his employer, but from her first meeting with him Karin could tell Jeff didn't lack confidence. Like most teenaged boys he was cocky and full of himself, but she wasn't exactly sure she wanted him calling her Mrs. Angelides either. "I'm over here," she replied. "I just finished lunch." Karin looked back over her shoulder to see Jeff standing in the basement doorway. He was shirtless with a blue bandanna tied over his head and he had that silly grin on his face she'd noticed earlier. He was sweating slightly so that the light glistened off his pecs. Karin caught her breath. Man, you are one sexy bastard, she thought. She didn't even want to think about how many hearts he'd broken in his young life. "I was thinkin' I might be able to get some ice for my water bottle," he said. "It's pretty hot out there." "Oh, sure," Karin replied. "Let me grab that for you." She walked over and he handed her the bottle. His eyes locked in on hers and she looked away shyly. Man, she thought, this kid doesn't give up. She wondered if many women were able to look into those beautiful pale blue eyes and not get wobbly knees. "Oh, wow," he said. "Cool pool table. Do you mind if I look?" "Go ahead," Karin said, smiling. "Do you shoot pool?" Jeff asked. "Not much," Karin said. "Every once in a while. It's mostly for my husband and his friends." She wondered if her referencing the fact that she was married would prompt Jeff to chill out. It didn't. He looked up and flashed his best lady-killer smile. "Your husband is a very lucky man," he said. "Come on, show me some of your best shots." "Don't you have to get back to work?" Karin said. "We've got a few minutes." Karin wasn't sure what he meant by "we". She was wary of being alone with Jeff, but she wondered if she wasn't reading too much into all this. After all, he was just a kid. Slowly, she walked around to the pool table and picked up a cue stick. She took aim at the white cue ball, but struck it clumsily and it skittered off at an odd angle, striking nothing. "It's been a while,' Karin said. "I'm a little rusty." Jeff smiled again and slowly began walking around to her side of the table. Karin was struck by the whiteness of his teeth and his full lips. She wondered how she'd never noticed them before. He walked around behind her. "Your technique sucks," he said. "Here, let me show how to do it." Karin could feel the heat of his body as he drew closer behind her. He placed the cue stick in front of her and held her hands as she grasped it. He pressed his hips against her ass and with his naked torso against her back, gently pushed her into a bent over position. He moved his face next to hers and she could feel his hot breath in her ear. She wondered if he could feel her heart beating. He was clearly overstepping the boundaries but Karin couldn't bring herself to break away or tell him to buzz off. He gently wrapped her left hand around the pool cue and began softly rubbing it up and down the length of the stick. "Okay, now get a feel for the stick," he said. "Get a good sense of its length. Get a firm grip, but not too tight. Does that feel good?" "Yeah," Karin said. She could feel the stubble of his chin against her ear and cheek. She remembered her fantasy of earlier that morning when she'd imagined what it would feel like against her thighs. She could feel her tingling pussy begin to moisten. "Now, when you strike the ball, you want to be able to control your breathing so you can make a straight shot," he said. "I want you to steady yourself and breathe as slowly as you can while you line up the ball." At that, Jeff slid his right hand from Karin's hand, slowly over to her hip, then under her t-shirt until it came to rest on her bare tummy. Karin tried to maintain control, but started to tremble slightly. The feeling of his hand against her bare skin prompted Karin to close her eyes and she bit her lower lip slightly to keep from gasping. "Take your time," he whispered. "It'll all come back. You know what to do. You just need somebody to teach you. Your husband doesn't play with you enough, so you need somebody like me to reacquaint you with the stick. Show you how it feels to hold it, how it makes you feel when you use it the right way. I can do that, Karin. I can help you remember what it was like to play this game. How much fun you can have. How good it can make you feel." Karin realized she was in dangerous territory, events were quickly spinning out of her control. With a quivering voice, she tried to reassert control of the situation. "I-I can't... I mean, I want you to, but... I'm a married woman... my husband would..." Jeff moved closer, his lips at her ear. "Karin," he whispered. "You need someone to give you the attention you need, to teach you, to focus on your needs. I think you and I could be could be really good at this game, Karin. I can teach you all kinds of new games, all you have to do is be willing to learn. You want that, Karin, don't you? You want to learn some new games?" Jeff began to kiss the side of Karin's face and gently he probed her ear with his tongue. His hand moved slowly down Karin's belly to her abdomen until his middle finger reached her throbbing clitoris. She had no idea how long they had been involved in this little mind game, but surely it was more than the 15 minutes he'd had left on his lunch break. Surely he would stop at any minute. The only problem was that Karin didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to continue kissing and touching her. She wanted to do whatever the hell this gorgeous boy wanted to do to her. With one arm, Karin swept the billiard balls out of the way and spun around. She pulled his hand out of the front of her jeans and sprawled across the pool table on her back. She looked at him with a mixture of desire and anger. It was his fault for forcing these feelings in her to the surface. God, he was smug, she thought. He thinks he can just make a few high school moves and get me in bed. She began unsnapping the front of her jeans. "Isn't this what you want, you little bastard," she said. "Why do you keep toying with me when you just want to fuck me? Isn't that what this is all about? Getting your dick in me?" Jeff smiled but didn't respond. He reach down and pulled her jeans and panties off Karin's hips. She lifted her bottom to assist him and as he dropped her clothes on the floor, she pulled her t-shirt and bra over her head, sliding her ass to the edge of the table and draping her legs to either side of him. "Come here, you jerk," she hissed. "Oooh, Karin, you're a pistol," he laughed. He watched her reach down and began unbuckling his belt. As she slipped off his jeans, the outline of his penis stood out in the cotton boxers, poking up toward the waistband. She pulled the elastic over his erection and slid his underwear down. His cock was large and red, the veins running purplish down the sides. Karin grasped his penis with one hand and ran the other hand over the smooth, hard mushroom head. Gently, she caressed his organ. "Jeezus," she said, shaking her head. "You're 18 years old, you look like a million bucks and you're hung like a horse. Guys must really hate you." "Yeah, but I've never had a complaint from a woman." "And you won't get one here either, smart ass," she said. "I don't know whether to slap you or fuck you. C'mere and lay down on the pool table." Jeff laid down on the pool table and Karin moved to kneel between his legs. She leaned over and took Jeff's massive tool in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and bobbing up and down on his cock. She cradled his balls in her hand and ran her lips along the underside of his penis, sliding the tip of her tongue into his slit and engulfing him with her mouth again. When her mouth returned to the head again, she pulled off and looked at him. He was propped up on his elbows watching her, his tousled hair framing his beautiful face. Again, there was that smile, that smart ass, lady-killer, I'm-good-and-I-know-it smile. The fact that Karin was so hot for him made her angry again. "Listen, you big prick, you'd better not tell any of your buddies out there about this," she warned. "Or what?" Karin didn't know or what. All she knew was that she wanted to climb on top of this beautiful stud's cock and ride him for all he was worth. But she had a nagging suspicion that Jeff wasn't in the custom of letting women tell him what to do. She didn't answer but went back to fellating him. After a few minutes, she heard him say "off" and she looked up at him, confused. What was he doing? Was he actually telling her to stop blowing him? "I want you to get off the pool table," he said. Slightly embarrassed, she complied, backing away and sliding off the platform. Instinctively, she placed her arms across her chest and covered herself. Jeff skittered off the pool table quickly and walked towards her. His cock was still fully erect and glistening with her saliva, gently swaying from side to side as he walked. When he got closer he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around hers. Karin could feel his penis between the cheeks of her ass and she felt the heat of his crotch on her skin. He pulled her arms from her chest and placed her palms on the surface of the pool table, then placing his hand on the back of her neck, he pushed her down until her face met the smooth felt of the table. His face was close to hers and again she could feel his hot breath. "Are you ready for me?" he whispered. "Uh-huh, do it," she said. "Do whatever you want." "Bitch, I'm gonna fuck you 'till you beg for mercy," he said. "Get ready for the ride of your life." Karin could feel the head of his cock poised against the lips of her pussy. Looking across the room, she could see the reflection of the two of them in the mirror behind the bar. She was splayed out across the table, her arms laying out at right angles, her ass pushed lewdly up in the air, a position of complete submission ready to accept his cock and to take whatever pleasure he was willing to give to her. Behind her she could see her lover, a tall, muscular man-child with thick arms and sharply defined pectorals and abs. He was looking down at her with look of both ecstasy and contempt. He was aroused but to him, she was just another pussy, a girl to play with, a sex toy into which he would shoot his seed. Karin was aroused, too but her mind was a jumble of feelings, eroticism yes, but amazement that she would find herself in this position, spreading her legs preparing to be fucked by a younger man she'd met only a few hours before. He entered her slowly, inch by inch. Karin gasped as his penis filled her vagina. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she called out as her body rippled with pleasure. She made guttural, animal noises as he began to slide back and forth inside her. He fucked her slowly and the pleasure was almost unbearable. I thought young guys were supposed to like the 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am' she thought. This guy was taking his time, controlling her, giving her pleasure in long, languid bits. She wondered where he'd ever learned to fuck this way? She wanted to thank the woman who taught him. Incrementally, Jeff began increasing the speed and aggressiveness of their lovemaking. As he, pushed into Karin faster and faster, she became more vocal and eventually, he began fucking her with such force she shook with each thrust. "Oooohh, yesssss!" she shouted. "That's it, that's good. Give it to me, baby. Fill me up with that gorgeous cock." "You like that?" he said. "You don't get this at home, do you? Your husband don't fuck you like this? Naah, he don't give you this kinda wood." "Unh, unh, unh...no, I've never been fucked like this before," Karin answered. "Ooooh, I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum all over you... ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhhhh!!!" At that, her body tensed and Jeff could feel her pussy becoming slicker and slicker. Karin looked in the mirror again and as she lifted herself up, she could see the blood had drained from her face and it contorted in pleasure, her breasts fully engorged with nipples poking out ripe and red. "God," he hissed. "I'm gonna cum inside you, I'm gonna shoot my load!" Moments later she felt his motion stop and her sopping pussy became even wetter as their juices mixed together. Karin could feel the wetness of their combined orgasms trickling down the insides of her thighs. A short time later, she felt him pull out of her and she sank to the surface of the pool table, pulling herself up and lying on it like a bed. She looked around to see Jeff pulling on his boxers and jeans. "You okay?" he said. "Mmmmm," she replied. "That felt really good." Karin brought her hands to her face and covered herself, part embarrassment, part disbelief. "I'm not normally like that," she said. "I mean, I don't go around fucking strange guys. Not that you're strange, that is. I mean, I don't usually throw myself at men like that, but I don't know, something just came over me." "Hey, don't apologize," he said. "I don't know about you but that was pretty fun." "Yeah, fun," she said. "Jeezus." "Gotta get back to work," he said, moving toward the door. "See you tomorrow, maybe?" "Yeah, tomorrow." Karin dressed herself and went upstairs to take a shower. For the rest of the afternoon, she did little else but lounge around her bedroom, staring into space and contemplating what had occurred to her. What was she thinking, she wondered? He's 18, just a kid. She blushed at wondering what Jeff must have thought, flashed back to how she'd slavishly made love to his cock and compliantly bent over as he fucked her from behind. He may be a kid, she thought, but he was more of a man than any of the lovers she'd had in her past and to her shock, she realized that probably included her husband. Karin was setting the table in the dining room when Rob arrived home from work, carrying the take out food that would become the staple of their diet over the coming weeks as the kitchen was being remodeled. He prattled on about a contract he was drafting for a client while Karin listened absent-mindedly, but he caught her attention when he announced that the client was requesting a face-to-face consultation on the contract and he'd be flying out the next morning for a weeklong business trip to the West Coast. Rob apologized profusely but said it was unavoidable and he was sorry to be leaving her in the middle of such a mess with construction workers roaming the house all day. Karin told him not to worry, she'd get by all right. That night she packed a suitcase for her husband and couldn't help occasionally smiling to herself. Rob left for the airport bright and early the next morning, before Karin even awoke. She heard the sounds of the construction workers trucks pulling out and looked out her window to see if Jeff's truck was there. It was. She thought it was a good sign that he'd arrived for work on time this morning and as she looked down, she could see Mr. Sanderson hammering a sign in Karin's front yard. It said "another fine job by Sanderson Construction. Pleasing our customers is our top priority." She burst out laughing. All morning Karin primped and combed like a schoolgirl before a date. She spent nearly an hour on her make up and fretted for almost as long over what she would wear that day? Jeans again? Or something sexier? Would showing too much skin be too obvious? What would she do if Jeff had told the other workers about their encounter? How would she be able to look them in the eye? What if Jeff wasn't interested in her anymore? After all, how could she give in to him any more than she had yesterday? Karin settled on a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top. She didn't want to seem too obvious but she wanted to let Jeff know she was available for him. At the last moment, she decided not to wear a bra under the tank top and a nervous chill ran over her. Her protruding nipples were clearly visible under the cotton fabric and she wasn't sure how she'd react to Mr. Sanderson if she saw him, but she decided she didn't care. She'd never had any problem attracting the attention of men before and nothing ventured, nothing gained. She got a cup of coffee and walked out to the area where Jeff and Eric were loading debris. "Good morning, boys," she said, cheerily. "I just made a pot of coffee if anybody here needs a cup?" "No thanks, ma'am," Eric said, smiling. "We had breakfast before we got to the job site." As he looked at Karin, his eyes locked in on her chest and seconds later, Jeff noticed her as well. They stopped dead in their tracks and took a good long look at her. Karin noticed that some of the other construction workers were a few yards away and they too had paused to take in the sights. A few elbowed each other knowingly. "Well, if there's anything you need, you just let me know," she said. "Water, ice, anything." Karin turned and walked back into the house, putting a bit more sway in her hips than usual. She could feel the eyes staring at her as she closed the door behind her. From behind the door, she could hear the buzz of the workers and they returned to their routine. One of them simply said "damn" and Karin smiled. Karin tried to occupy herself but the anticipation was killing her. She sat quietly in the basement and watched TV but the game shows and soap operas bored her. Her mind always strayed back to Jeff and whether he would return to tantalize her again. Around noon she heard work boots clattering down the steps and turned to see Jeff standing in the doorway again. Again, her body reacted to the sight of him and she felt her pussy getting wet. "Hey there," he said. "Hey there yourself," Karin replied. "I can't stay down here as long as yesterday," he started. "The boss got really pissed I was gone for so long. He was asking a lot of questions .." "My husband's gone out of town for the week," Jeff smiled and his cockiness returned. "I still don't have much time, but I guess we've got a lot more time coming to us this week, don't we?" Karin laughed. "We sure do." He smiled and flopped down on the sofa. "Well then," he said. "Why don't you get naked and then you can come over here and give me a blow job." He began unbuckling the front of his jeans. Karin had hoped for a little more eroticism, a little more foreplay, but she reminded herself that he was just a kid and to a kid, sex is about getting your rocks off. She slowly undressed and stood before him completely nude. Her shyness was past and she walked over to him brazenly, making no attempt to cover herself. She reached down and slid his shirt over his head and then pulled his jeans and boxer shorts off his hips and legs. He was stroking his half-hard cock as she knelt down and took him in her mouth. She placed her hands on either side of his hips and her face began bobbing up and down on his cock again. With his erection in her mouth, she looked up to see him, head tossed back, breathing heavily. She ran her hands over his hard chest and stomach and continued making love to his penis with her tongue. "Oh, you fucking bitch," he said. "I knew you'd be good at giving head the first time I saw you. I just knew it. You've got a mouth that was just made for sucking cock. And you're sooo good at it. You like this, don't you?" "Mmmm," Karin moaned, assenting. Jeff smiled his lady-killer smile at her again. "This ain't your first blow job, is it baby?" he said. "Yeah, you like that cum diet. That's what keeps you in such good shape. Problem is, your husband don't know how much you like sucking cock, does he?" Karin wasn't sure she like bringing her husband into this, but she continued blowing him. After about 15 minutes, Jeff's breathing quickened and his body went rigid. His cock began spurting in Karin's mouth as she gulped down his semen. She was amazed as how much he came, spurt after spurt of bitter, salty fluid oozing into the back of her mouth and down her throat. Gently, she milked his cock, squeezing the last drops of his fluid into her mouth, inserting her tongue into his slit, her cheeks hollowing as she softly sucked on his glans. As she pulled away, his deflating penis bobbed in her hand. Without saying a word, he stood up and began pulling on his clothes again. "Wait," Karin said. "Where are you going?" "I told you I don't have as much time as yesterday," he said. "But what about me?" she said, her voice pleading. Looking down at her, kneeling naked on the floor, his hand caressed Karin's cheek. "Tell you what," he said. "I'll ask Eric if he can get a ride home with one of the other guys tonight. When my shift ends I'll come back. Then I'll give you want you really want." He smiled again. "Might even spend the night if you ask me nice enough. Baby, by the time I'm through with you, you won't even be able to walk tomorrow." After he left, Karin sat alone on the basement floor, stark naked, the taste of Jeff's semen still warm and bitter in her mouth. God, he's full of himself, she thought. But her body tingled with the anticipation of what was to come, a full night with her new lover, rolling around in the bed reserved for her husband, being fucked by a young stud until she begged him to stop, exhausted by orgasm after orgasm. She realized that nothing else in the world mattered to her except fucking this boy. When Jeff walked in through the front door that night after the other workers had left, he didn't bother to knock. Karin ran from her upstairs bedroom and greeted him in the foyer, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. She bubbled like a teenaged girl and as he plopped down on the living room sofa, she ran to fetch him a beer. Later she fixed him supper and watched raptly as he lazily chewed his food. She waited on him, asked him if he wanted anything else half a dozen times and quickly provided whatever he requested. Later that evening, she led him by the hand upstairs to her bedroom where she had placed fresh sheets on the bed and scented candles around the room. The undressed and tumbled into the bed and their lovemaking was intense and physical. In the back of her mind, Karin may have entertained thoughts of a romantic evening, but Jeff fucked her with a sense of entitlement. Using his physical size he pushed and pulled her into half a dozen different positions and pistoned her mercilessly with his cock. He used crude language to tell her what he wanted and she breathlessly complied, but her complicity resulted in orgasm again and again, three in all that night each more vocal than its predecessor. All night she moaned in ecstasy and pleaded with him to fuck her again, praising his beauty, his body, his face but silently resenting the sexuality of this boy who made her bed his personal property. The next morning he dressed and went to work and she could hear the guffaws of the construction workers as he emerged from the house. Karin knew that any pretext of hiding her affair with Jeff was gone, at least among the construction workers. Still, she didn't care. Each day of the week that followed evolved into something of a routine. Around lunchtime, Jeff would saunter into the air-conditioned house, sweaty from exertion and the midday heat and she would perform oral sex on him. She began to hunger for him each day, the hardness of his cock in her mouth, the salty taste of his semen. When he would ejaculate in her mouth it only made her hornier, she loved feeling the muscles of his ass tighten as shot his load into her mouth. She loved the smell of his crotch and the taste of his come, it was intoxicating to her. She gave up any attempt to hide her affair from the other workers. Several times she got tired of waiting for him to come in the house for his midday blowjob, walking brazenly out into the yard in the sexiest outfit she could find to grab him around the wrist and pull him away. She would drag him through the gate to the pool area and behind the privacy fence she would strip off his shirt and jeans, drop to her knees and hungrily take his cock into her mouth. Once she realized that she hadn't fully locked the fence gate and it had rolled open while she was blowing him. Unknowingly, Karin had continued to service his cock as the construction workers gathered to watch through the gate. When he had cum in her mouth, she stood up and turned around only to see a crowd of men. Karin laughed sheepishly as they whooped and applauded. The daily blowjobs brought out an exhibitionist streak in Karin. She began wearing her string bikini around the house and for a few days in a row, would follow her midday sessions with Jeff by skinny dipping in the backyard pool or sunbathing nude. Still, as the week drew to a close she became more and more depressed at the prospect of her husband's return. She knew the long nights of bringing her boy toy to the master bedroom and letting him ravish her with his magnificent penis were drawing to an end and she began thinking about ways to continue her illicit affair. In the weeks after Rob came home from the West Coast, Karin returned to the routine of a housewife, cooking, cleaning and performing other mundane chores. Sanderson Construction finished the renovation of the Angelides kitchen and left Karin's life, but she held on to Jeff's phone number and occasionally she would invite him over during the day, while he wasn't working. They fucked less often than when he was working for Karin, but she still enjoyed being in bed with him and enjoyed immensely his glorious body and that lovely cock. Later that summer, Karin was working out at the gym when she bumped into Mary Catherine Carpenter, a neighbor who lived down the street. Mary Catherine and her husband had bought a house in the neighborhood last year and Karin had run across them several times. They were young and affluent. Like Rob, her husband was a doctor and Mary Catherine filled her time with charitable galas and volunteer work. Mary Catherine was a tall, lithe brunette with long, dark hair parted in the middle and she had a constant habit of sweeping it back stylishly with her hands. Karin thought she could've been a model in her youth. As they rode side by side on a stationary bike, Mary Catherine told Karin that she'd convinced her husband to let her spend some money on a home improvement project and she'd decided to renovate their kitchen. Hadn't Karin had her kitchen re-done earlier this year? Could she recommend a contractor? Her mind reeling with wicked thoughts, Karin wrote down the number for Sanderson Construction and gave it to Mary Catherine. Three weeks later the familiar yard sign was in front of the Carpenter house down the street. Karin called her up the day the project started to ask how things were going. "Oh, they've gotten started," she said. "They've started demolition on the kitchen and its kind of noisy around here." "Now, Mary Catherine," Karin said. "Make sure you keep a close eye on those construction workers. Make sure they're doing what you want and that they're doing it right." "I am, don't worry," she said. "Especially that Sanderson guy's grandson, have you gotten a look at him? My gosh, he's to die for! He started work here this morning and when he took off his shirt, I thought I was going to faint!" "Oh yeah, I have seen him. He's cute." "Cute?" Mary Catherine said. "Karin, its all I can do to keep from having dirty thoughts while he walks around here." "Well, there's no law against dirty thoughts. Good luck with your project." Two days later, curiosity got the best of Karin and she walked down the street to the Carpenter house. When she rang the doorbell, Mary Catherine answered but she was dressed rather unusually. The 30-year old housewife was wearing a micro miniskirt with a low cut blouse and black "fuck me" pumps. She was surprised to see Karin at the door. "Oh, hi Karin," she said, nervously. "Look, I'm kind of busy right now. Can I call you later?" Mary Catherine started backing away from the door and unexpectedly, Karin followed her inside. "No, honey," Mary Catherine pleaded. "I can't talk right now. You have to leave, please." "I'll just be here a second," Karin said. "I just want to see how they're doing with...?" Her voice stopped as she turned to see Jeff in the Carpenter living room. He was sitting on the couch, completely naked, stroking his half-hard cock. He had that lady-killer smile on his face and he made no attempt to cover himself. "Omigod, omigod, omigod," Mary Catherine gasped. "This is not what it looks like, Karin. I was just upstairs and I came down and found him like this." "Dressed like that?" Karin said. "Omigod, omigod," Mary Catherine blushed a deep red. "This is so bad. I am so busted." "Hi, Karin," Jeff said. "Hi, Jeff, " "You... you know him?" Mary Catherine asked suspiciously. Karin smiled and put her hand on Mary Catherine's shoulder. "I fucked him too, honey," she said. "When I recommended Sanderson to you, I half expected you'd wind up in bed with him, I mean, look at him. Don't you just want to eat him alive? I mean, isn't he just the hottest thing you've ever seen?" "He is that." "Problem is," Karin continued. "He thinks he's God's gift to women. My problem is I pretty much think he's right. I'll admit when I knocked on your door here today, I figured he would've gotten in your pants by now. It didn't take him that long to get in mine." "So, Karin," Jeff said, that familiar grin on his face. "You want to join us?" A look of shock came over Mary Catherine's face. "You mean a m‚nage-a-trois?" "No, no," Jeff said. "I was thinking we could all go to bed together." Karin reached over and gently unbuttoned Mary Catherine's blouse. She slid it off her shoulders and then slipped the mini skirt off Mary Catherine's hips. To Karin's surprise, her demure little neighbor was wearing thong panties. She leaned down to pull them off and smelled the unmistakable mustiness of arousal from Mary Catherine's pussy. Karin quickly pulled off her shorts and t-shirt and slipped her middle finger into Mary Catherine, watching closely as her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide. She leaned over and kissed Mary Catherine full on the lips, their tongues circling around each other as Mary Catherine's hands roamed freely over her neighbor's body. "Damn," Jeff said. Have you ever been with another woman before?" Karin asked. "No," Mary Catherine whispered. "Have you ever had sex with two people at once?" "No." "Have you ever had a woman's tongue in your pussy and a man's cock in your mouth at the same time?" "No," Mary Catherine whispered again. "But I want that. I really, really want that to happen. Will you do that, Karin? Will you eat my pussy while I suck his cock?" Karin motioned to Jeff to head upstairs to the bedroom. "Oh, honey, you just wait," she said to her trembling neighbor. "You're gonna love what we're about to do to you. We're gonna make you cum so many times you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. You'll be addicted to that boy's cock after it's all over. I know I am." Karin leaned over and kissed Mary Catherine lightly on the lips, their tongues darting out ever so slightly to touch. She took Mary Catherine by the hand and together, the two gloriously naked women climbed the stairs to the bedroom, both wet with anticipation of the pleasures that lie ahead. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 27