The Old Handyman:
The next few weeks after my one night stand at the night club with the young hung hunk, & doing the AAA bug guy, I was beset by conflicting emotions. I needed time to think. I valued my marriage & my commitment to my husband, yet the experiences of the two young hunks rekindled memories of my wild whore years. I yearned for that young stud’s cock or one just like it. I wanted it like a child wants a toy at Christmas.
I knew I could not take anymore chances doing that night club thing again, god if someone saw me it would all be over yet for the visit to the courthouse. I had made a phone call to the AAA Bug Company asking for Steve & found out he had been fired. I managed well with Tim & my infrequent naked sex sessions for a few more weeks. I intentionally wore Tim out in the bedroom & myself out at the gym, at least three times a week, did some swift walking…with boobs like these you don’t go jogging, & I played tennis with only women partners & women opponents when we had time. I was staying away from men, I had to try & kick this Sexual Addiction I had.
I was proud of my youthful figure, my tight ass, & firm 40DD breasts. Almost constantly in need of sexual release, I would masturbate before the bedroom mirror, occasionally making use of my battery-powered 10″ dildo. I was damned if I was going to risk losing everything just to obtain a much needed real cock fuck. Tim’s eating of my much needed cock hungry snatch… & his little cock would have to do. The poor thing he put in long hours & when we received in bed late at night I was on his face with my long tan leg spread & having him lick & eat me out until I came over his mouth.
I am cursed, or blessed, depending on who you ask…at my age of 29 almost 30 & with a set of double-D tits. I found a huge set of tits were terrific when I wanted to obtain noticed or have a conversation with the most gorgeous stud in the room. They seem to always work wonders, yet as I found out…they sometimes received in the way. Often, I found my tits caught me the wrong kind of man. And then there is all that weight on my chest, plus the way the bra straps chaff my shoulders.
Tim had an old black handy man working for him doing ode jobs around out place long before I came into Tim’s life. Mr. Jake was in his 60’s tall skinny old man who was the typical old black gentleman who called Tim … Mr. Tim & me Ms. Marca. The year before I married Tim, Jake started doing the yard & keeping up the flower beds. Jake would do his work & come to the backdoor & ring the bell & I would let him in & obtain him a glass of something cold to drink while he filled out the bill. About two months after I had done the bug man in my kitchen, I found myself in the kitchen one afternoon looking at the old man in a different way this time. In fact I had started looking at all men different after that night with the huge cock kid in the parking lot.
I was standing across the room from him by the kitchen sink, wearing sandals, white shorts that covered almost nothing & a pink t-shirt that was pulled way too tight across my 40DD & the low cut neckline left a lot of cleavage to be seen. With my golden tan & long black hair I was a walking wet dream, so I had been told since I was 14. The old man looked at me & he seems to have that look of lust…sex…horny old fart look on his face. I smile a sexy sly smile at him when our eyes met. He gave me a wide smile.
“Wow Ms. Marca if you were not married & I was 20 years young…oh me…!
“Oh Mr. Jake you make a girl feel special…just what would you do…?” As if I didn’t know…I just had to tease the old guy…what I was satisfactory at…god I love it when men look at me.
“Oh pretty lady I would…!” I smiled at him & bent over the counter to rest on my elbow…knowing my boobs were approximately to pop out of my top. Shaking my head, I noticed he was looking down my open neckline as his mouth seem to stop open wide & he licked his lips with that long old reddish tongue. Glancing to the side I saw the bulge in his pants enlarge as he shifted it with his right hand.
“I would…oh; Ms. Marca I better obtain back to work…still received a lot to do today…!”
With that the old man thanked me for the cold drink & went back outside to work. I went approximately cleaning up the kitchen & after a minute or two I found a screwdriver that Jake had dropped on the floor by the chair he was setting in. I went out the patio door & toward the old tool shed to find Jake…I rounded the corner of the old building & saw him standing facing the building holding his cock in one hand & jerking it with the other.
“OH MY GOD! Oh sweet Jesus, oh me!” I cried out. Shit what a cock, I thought to myself. Part of me wanted to run from the shed, yet then, another part of me wanted to pull that huge black cock into the shed & fuck his brains out. My mouth fell open & I moved a hand down to my crouch, just as old Jake looked toward my direction. My nipples went rock complex & I knew he saw them poke though the thin top. As I backed away to take leave I noticed the huge black thing fall from his hands & it ran down the left leg of his pants. I froze in place.
My eye first glanced & then had to take a full look to see if what I thought I saw was what I really saw. It was! Jake’s cock ran more than half way down to his knee obscenely. He saw me looking yet just smiled & continued looking straight into my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I said the first stupid thing that came out of my mouth.
“Oh Mr. Jake you’re…so big…oh my god…so big…!”
“It is huge enough for you darling…?”
All I could do was nod yes. “Show me what you received in those little shorts of yours, you huge tit hoe…!”
He went back to stroking that monster & grinned at me as he pointed his black snake at me. I looked him in the eye, the old mother fucker had my heart pumping & my pussy was dripping, the old shit is old & ugly, yet look at that long black hose he has.
“You don’t obtain any cock like this here at home do you huge tits?”
I just look at him as if in a trance & mumble no. than I received my head to come back to the real world.
“Jake, if Mr. Tim found out approximately this we both would be looking for work.”
Reaching down, I pulled the crotch of my shorts & panties aside allowing my fingers access to my pussy. I was so wet, my fingers slipped inside me easily as I let out a weak gasp. The old man stopped stroking & unbuckled his pants & let them drop to the ground & than pulled down his boxers to his knees…my god it was even bigger than I had thought.
“Girl you ever have a black cock before?”
Do I tell him I been fucking black man since I was in high school, or do I act like he will be my first? Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by him exposing himself to me? My question was shortly answered as I found myself leaning back on the shed wall, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for my clit & I started to work the stiff standing bud!
My eyes closed, I could only see Jake’s huge dick hanging down his leg! Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke & I had to stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice
“Come over here girl…you can touch it…I know what type of hoe you are walking around here in them tiny string bikinis, showing off your fine tan ass. I saw you last week at the gas station off the freeway pumping gas with that shirt dress on bent over letting that ass exposed to the young complex dicks down there. You pretend to be all prim & proper, yet deep down you’re just a huge boob slut hoe!”
I looked around to see if anyone was watching…the backyard had a high fence & from our location on our4 acre place, just behind the shed we were protected from anyone near the house. Oh god what am I doing.
“Come on Marca… tell me you want it! Show me what kind of slut you are you horny cunt!”
Leaning on one arm I leisurely reached out & grasped the base of his love club & positioned the nozzle to my lips. I looked up at Jake & gave the large, hunk of meat a huge kiss. He smiled & said, “You my girl now.” What could I say? In response, I just began kissing his weapon all down along its thick, vein barrel. It was my way of giving silent agreement to his pronouncement. As I kissed down along the barrel of his dick, I shortly found my face buried in his thick, brill-o like pubic hair. I inhaled & drank in the strong musky scent of him…the sweat of the old man…and I loved it.
I reached down & palmed his large, meaty balls. I lifted them & began kissing & licking them. These were the size of large hen eggs, vessels that would produce a load of cream. I licked & loved them fully. “Here. Let me assist you out of that t-shirt, honey…!”He grabs the middle of my t-shirt & pulls it up over my head, releasing my mountainous boobs.
This caused me to fall back & rested on my hands to my back making my huge tits stick out even more. They bounced & jiggled on my chest. After they wobbled a bit, they settle on my chest & stood out perfect & form perfect melons on my chest. “Oh my god Ms. Marca, just look at those huge boobs of yours,” moaned Jake with excitement, as his hands moved down & knead my enormous breasts.
Squeezing them like bread dough & mashing them against my own chest. He trapped my nipples between his fingers & started pulling them from my breasts. Then he started swing my breasts by the large nipples. He separated my massive breast & stretched them out to my sides & jiggled them. He spread his legs & stepped up & over me to where his cock was at my face. I started moaning from the tit play while his heavy cock slides in & out of my mouth.
“Shit girl you received some fine tits, them boys down at the Exxon station, all they talk approximately what fine tits you got. That brother who drives the UPS truck wants to fuck you so bad, fuck they all want some of your ass.”
I looked at him in a trance & then I turned my attention back to the thick knob of his immense dick. I opened my lips & engulfed it…with some difficulty. I found myself beginning to milk his cock with both my wet lips & my tugging right hand as my free hand assist prop me up. Soon he was growing in my mouth; so much so, that I was shortly straining my jaws to still contain him. My nostrils flared to allow me to breathe with his ever swelling muscle of manhood half way down my throat.
At this point I was now sitting up on my knees to obtain my head high enough to continue to contain his now stiff standing shaft in my mouth. Jake then stepped back from me, pulling me along by his dick, lips first, till I fell on my hands & knees in front of him; still desperately working at his fleshy organ. Then he casually placed his hand behind my head guiding it as it bobbed back & forth on the end of his thick, rock-hard tool. I pull off to obtain a gulp of air & look up at the old fart.
“Jake, I can’t believe how huge you are, oh I never had any idea you were …. Oh me, oh sweet Jesus I love it so!”
I took air into my lung & went back to giving the best head I could remember. Soon I could feel the old man’s dick really stiffen, like steel. He began grunting as the meaty muscle in my mouth expanded frighteningly & then spewed a thick load of molasses-like cream down my throat. I began gagging, yet Jake now held me tightly by the hair not letting me slide off his ballooning, ebony pole. The thick cream filled my mouth & began seeping out around my lips which were still stretched lewdly around the immense circumference of his cock. I heard him commence to moan between his lustful grunts.
“Suck it you huge boob hoe, suck all my nigger seed you married hoe, suck it!”
He let out a wild groan & let me pull my mouth off him & finally breathing. I fell back against the shed, just sitting there on the ground looking up at him. Still dumbfounded at all that had happened, all this man had gotten me to do, in the last few minutes. My lips were coated with the thick gloss of his cum. Some had sprayed onto my cheeks & into my hair. I sat there, licking the thick salty goop from my lips; I could feel a rope of cum drool hanging, swinging, from my chin. He looked down at me.
“Ms. Marca…you a fucking mess when you eat, girl…! Clean it up your mess!”
He stepped up to me grabbed his dick and. I opened wide & took him in & sucked the baby making nectar from his meaty, black limp snake. Black men taste so good, I thought. I cleaned his dick off thoroughly & then started kissing it all over again when he pulled away & started to pull up his boxers & pants. He handed me a rag he carried in his back pocket & told me to clean up. Oh no I wanted to fuck…the old fart had just received me hot & I needed cock.
“Ms. Marca I received you all setup for that husband of yours. However if he can’t do the job when he gets home tonight I will be here at 9 in the morning…I will do the job for the boy if you need me to…!”
Before I could say a thing he was gone & I sat on the ground still in a daze. I looked down & saw sperm on my tits & I wiped it up with my fingers & licked them until I had cleaned myself. I sat there for the longest thinking approximately what had just happen to me & what the old bastard had said. “I will do the job for the boy if you need me to…!”
Fuck yes you can do me, my little dick hubby can’t & has never received the job done, you old man is getting some white pussy in the morning! That evening when Tim received home & asked me how my day had gone & why I seemed so quiet. I couldn’t say much, still confused & bewildered over the day’s happenings. That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom naked. Looking confidently at me & smiling, he strode toward the bed.
But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his man-sized body and, seemingly, child sized penis & testicles. After he climbed into bed he started to mount me. As usual I had to assist guide his 4 inch penis into me. Strangely I felt almost repulsed by his naked body. Somehow it seemed deficient in some masculine way. Only after did I realize I was subconsciously comparing his manhood to Jake. He began to hump into me & then slipped out. God, he’s so little, I caught myself thinking. I put him back in & he began again.
By the third or fourth try of keeping it in, he was humping & began grunting & going through the usual gyration of his orgasm. I found myself annoyed. I played the game & I slapped his ass cheek as he bounced on me sucking my tit & I encouraged him on.
“Oh donate it to me Tim, go deep baby, donate me all you received sweetie, make me cum baby!”
“Oh Marca I feel it, oh yes!”
I slip a finger to his ass & put it in as far as the first knuckle & he cried out “OH FUCK YES!”
All this grunting & bluster approximately what I knew was a drip of semen. When I had given him oral sex in the past, I found I often didn’t even know when he came—except for all the grunting & writhing round, because his cum was so minimal. After he stopped, he rolled over & held me close.
“Marca was that satisfactory for you baby?”
“Oh yes honey it was the best, I love it so, you were satisfactory to night!” in just a matter of minutes he was snoring.
Shit I received more pleasure form that old black cock this afternoon, just sucking it than I did from the man I love while he was fucking me. It was then I realized how pathetic our sex life was. As he snored away I closed my eyes & found myself seeing Jake bulge down the in-seam of his trousers, its length & thickness, its power, nearly ripping through his pants… for me. All of that size & urgency because of his desire, his lust, for me. Soon my hands were beneath the covers working furiously again at my clit. I needed relief from my growing excitement.
As Tim snored my hand worked away & my legs spread ever wider. I was building toward a fantastic explosion. I could hear the sticky squishing of my fingers as they worked away at my flooding channel. Then it broke!!! Wave after wave of pure passion!!!
“Oh!” I half moaned, half screamed, again & again, as I rode multiples of my lusty, mind numbing orgasms. When I was done I lay there in a sweat panting heavily trying to regain myself. Tim continued snoring & I fell off into a deep sleep.
To be continued…..
I want to say a special thank you to all you gentlemen who have sent me e-mail telling me how much you enjoy my adventures…love Marca