Plumbing and Plumbers

When I saw him I sincerely hoped Dani would spend at least some of the week underneath him, but she seemed uncomfortable about it and asked for the week off to stay with her mum. Of course she can, and we will pay her too - she does so much for us. Later I found what “uncomfortable’ meant. 

So, Emily went off to her conference, with my fervent wish that she comes back with some juicy stories, and I went to stay with mum and dad while I’m off visiting my little empire of six coffee stores spread across three cities. 

On my first night at home, Miss Brain tapped me on the shoulder. ‘Don’t think I didn’t notice. You deliberately left used panties in your hamper…so did Emily. Any normal girl would have done the laundry before she left for a week.” Maybe…and anyway, what’s ‘normal’? 

I admit, I wondered if our plumber, 32 years old, and a very long way from being hideous might go a-hunting. Either way, it was quite enough of a thought for a first night wank. 

After visiting one store I was back at my parents' by early afternoon. The store is doing great business and has an action plan for even more income. If it works, the staff get bonuses. Nothing like an incentive. 

I had lunch and went for a walk. A walk in which Miss Brain took navigational control and led me across several fields directly to my latch gate at our back garden. The kitchen door was open and a number of sections of twisted up lead piping lay on the patio. Some of the pipes had a worrying white powdery stuff inside and some of it looked terribly thin in places. In the kitchen, everything from the mains water pipe to the boiler was gone, presumably outside. The pipe leading up to the upstairs was also gone. 

So was the plumber. I suppose once he’d shut the water off there was nothing to stop him hacksawing and cutting chucks of lead away as he saw fit…anyway, what would I know? 

Why did I slip my shoes off? 

Why didn’t I call out? 

Why did I pad upstairs in full stealth mode? 

I peeked around our bedroom door. There he stood, his overalls around his ankles, cock in hand and my panties in his hand and against his face. A pair of Emily’s lay on bed. Time to find out how long I can go without breathing or making a sound. I, or rather Miss Brain knew exactly the moment we would walk in on him. 

Watching a man masturbate using your panties is such a powerful turn on! I mean seriously powerful. My natural scent, vagina, and even a hint of pee is enough to force a guy to need to do this, fuck! He alternated his inhalation with delicate little kisses which I swear I could almost feel between my legs. 

That cock though! Easily the longest and the fattest I’ve ever seen. Circumcised too. It’s glistening head dripped pre-cum and I knew it could be any minute. He was verbal too. Presumably talking dirty when he thought no-one could hear enhanced things for him. Well, I could understand that.  “Fuck, Anna, I’d love to lick you out for real…..your cunt….oh fuck….your cunt.” 

NOW!

 As the first jet of cum erupted and landed in Emily’s panties, I walked in. “What about my cunt?" Isn’t it glorious when someone simply can’t stop? Spurt after spurt landed squarely on the crotch of Emily’s panties. 

I suspect he didn’t cum as much as he could have. He must have been terrified I’d fire him or report him or something. 

I’m not a hypocrite though. I know my body and it’s scents have power, and I’m not one to decry anyone from enjoying it. 

Next thing? Well, it’s been a while since a real meaty cock entered me, and I wasn’t about to waste this one. “You’ve been smelling my panties then? I suppose that they’re a bit stale now, after all, they’re yesterday's. Why don’t you try the real thing?”

Dress off, panties down. I lay on the bed, legs spread wide, making sure I didn’t lose Emily’s cum covered undies…I had plans for them. I didn’t think he’d worked out that two lesbians (ok, one lesbian and a bi) lived here, but he was going to find out. 

His tongue was exquisite, every bit as enjoyable as I’d hoped, but I didn’t want to cum like this. Instead I wanted the pleasure/pain that I was sure that cock would inflict on me. 

Pulling him up my body before he’d made me cum seemed to disappoint him a little - I really think he thought he ‘owed me one’….bless him. But reaching down between us and guiding that huge weapon inside me almost made me think I couldn’t do it. I stretched way past that white hot stinging sensation. Eventually, just as I thought I really would tear, he began to slide inside. 

It felt like someone was fucking me with a tree trunk. In Game of Thrones, the 13 year old Arya Stark is threatened by someone who says he will “…fuck her bloody with a stick.” I thought I might be experiencing that, but with a tree! It really stung, but then….as he pounded me, I swear I felt it in my bum as well, even though he wasn’t up me there. 

We changed position and he had me from behind. If being fucked with him on top felt anal, this felt even more like it. I began to lose my sense of where he was up me and it was only when he pushed a well lubricated thumb up my bum hole that I realised what the expression “balls deep” really means. 

Still, I was ready, and I figured he was too. I grabbed `Emily’s panties, still dripping with his first load. I looked cheekily over my shoulder and said, “You don’t mind me licking your spunking of my wife’s panties while you cum up me do you?”

Is there a man alive who wouldn’t like to watch a girl lick another girl’s panties? I haven’t met one yet. I jammed the crotch of Emily’s panties in my mouth and audibly sucked hard. Fresh spunk coated my tongue and filled my head with that unique metally  scent, mingled with Em’s fresh cunt it seems to carry. I felt both his cock and his thumb push fully into me as he came again. A bit late now, but he asked, “Are you on the pill?” 

Now, someone told me that a girl not on the pill can be a massive turn on. In fact I am on it since I’m bi sexual, enjoy chance encounters and don’t want to get pregnant…still…let’s have a little fun. “No, I’m not…but don’t stop…spunk up me…make me pregnant.” 

As if he could possibly have stopped! I felt every single contraction of his weapon inside me. I felt my cervix blasted by each wave of cum, and each time Miss Brain urged him on. “Screw me, you fucker. Knock me up.” 

I seriously considered trying to take him anally. No, I actually thought about it. Partly because of the pain him having me vaginally had caused. I began to want him to hurt me. 

We lay together afterwards with me certain it would take my bruised vagina some time to resume her normal shape. He was cuddling me from behind and I felt his slippery cock as it stirred to life again. 

He kissed my shoulder. “Sorry….it’s been a while for me.” I felt him move back a little way from me, but no, I wasn’t having that. I reached back and pulled him to me. Because of the sheer volume he had shot inside me, and my own body’s valiant attempt to secrete enough love juice to lubricate a piston of this size, I was a hot mess down there that ran from my hole right down between the cheeks of my bum and the tops of my thighs. I don’t think I have ever reeked of sex to this degree. 

The top of his cock, now fully erect again nudged and nuzzled between the cheeks of my bum. Now and then, it twitched over my bum hole, almost daring me I thought, but probably in reality just seeking my poor battered hole again. Time for me to put on my big girl panties. 

I reached back and positioned him squarely at my bum hole uttering a careful injunction to him. “Please….slowly.” 

If I thought my vagina stung, it was nothing compared to this! This went way beyond mere stinging. This was pain. And to my surprise, it was pain that I enjoyed beyond words. There came a point when I knew I wouldn’t actually tear, but didn’t care…wouldn’t have cared…if I had. The thought “tear me a new one” flipped through my head causing a most inappropriate giggle. 

No, he didn’t get all the way in….not a chance. I would guess maybe a little under half, but what was in me felt truly mind blowing.

His fucking of me anally was firm but gentle, allowing me to push back as much or as little as I wanted. 

I love anal. There something so perverse about it, and the feelings - so difficult to describe. A friend once said, “There are few things as overrated as a bad fuck, and as underrated as a good shit.” (Clare always had a way with words!)

I’m quite verbal at the best of times during sex, and this was no different, I got the feeling he was holding back and was ready before I was, although I was close. I took his hand and placed it on my clit. He said, “No hair?” Like he really hadn’t noticed when he went down on me. I’ve noticed before that sometimes this tends to happen. The guy concerned being so cunt-struck, he doesn’t even notice if there’s any hair somewhere around or not. 

Then again, some guys like the hairlessness because it’s sexy, naughty, rude even. Other’s like it because it opens up the possibility of ‘forbidden fruit’, and sometimes, you can tell from the way a guy comments. Some men aren’t known for their subtlety and may inquire, ‘No hair yet?” That ‘yet’ is a clear indication that they want to play young, so to speak. Others, like this guy, don’t need the ‘yet’. They can infer what they are thinking by tone alone. I like men like that. 

I squirmed a little, put on a young teenager voice and said, “Not yet, Sir….that’s why we’re doing it like this. I must leave my cherry intact.” 

I felt him swell inside me and knew I’d hit the nail on the head. The thing is, not only do guys sometimes like playing on the forbidden side of the forest, so do I! I get as much of a buzz with playing the role of an underage girl who can’t control her feelings as some guys do. 

I wriggled and squirmed and really played the role. “Oh Sir…you’re inside me..I feel strange down there…like I’m going to pee myself.”

He was ready for this.

‘IT’S OK..It’s only an orgasm coming.”

“I’ve heard the other girls talk about orgasms….Ohh Sir….no, please stop…I really think I’m going to..”

“It doesn’t matter….just let it happen. Enjoy it. Am I the first person to make you cum?”

Sometimes a guy wants to have an actual age in mind when you play young, and I have had experience of this kind of question being a lead in to knowing what it is. Again, I had to try to get it right. Let’s see now….no hair whatsoever…..first ever orgasm….first time with a man….

“Yes! Of course you’re the first! I’m only just 14.”

Again that cock swelled inside me. 

“I’m going to cum soon as well.” His mellifluous tones wrapped me up even as his arms were doing the same. “Let’s cum together. Now, why don’t you tell me what I’m doing….and really let yourself use the bad words.”

“You’re…you’re…..fucking me. You’re fucking me up my bum, sir,……up my arsehole……up my shi….”

Neither of us got any further. I felt him cum a fraction of a second before I did. 

For a girl (I don’t know, could be the same for guys too…maybe you could tell me) having your legs spread wide open when you cum is very erotic, but cumming with your legs pressed tightly together is fun too. It lends a different essence to the cum. For example, if I’m playing a rape fantasy with Emily, I’m on my tummy and she’s about to force Mike up my cunt, I will clamp my legs together in (mock) defiance of the act. When she finally penetrates me and starts screwing me it’s delicious! 

He came up my bum hole, but I wasn’t expecting there to be the kind of flood he had released into Emily’s panties, nor into my cunt for that matter, still, semen is semen, right? 

I must have dozed off afterwards, because when I woke up he had gone and left me a lovely note on the pillow. 

My clean up was…..careful. My vagina was still sore, and there was a faint trace of blood around my bum hole which also stung like a bitch. 

One thing, I have never been fucked so utterly fully and completely as this. Never. I’ve been fucked more vigorously, but this guy knows what he’s doing with a girl. He’s a fabulous lover, and one I would love to have again. 

Now….remind me….how do I walk again?