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Jimmy the Freak
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Jimmy the Freak Jimmy the plumber. The POLE I've been called a lot of things over the years. "James McMann --Plumbing. Full-Service Day or Night." At least, that is what had been painted on the side of my new black van. Since my father had retired from the business two years ago, I took the McMann and 's Plumbing off. He and my mother were now living in Tijuana off his retirement from his company. He left everything to me and retired at 60. Here I was at 25 running a plumbing company. Things hadn't gone the way pop, and I had thought they would. I got a full ride at USC, everything paid for, including medical expenses for football. That was standard for all the athletes. A great student I had not been, but they got me good tutors to help me get through school. I was getting by, doing okay in class and great at training. Everyone was expecting me to perform my freshman year. Some of the problems started after the first practice with the team. Once we finished, we were all in the shower horsing around. About half way through showering, the seniors brought in three of the hot cheerleaders to shower with us. I soon found out this was a regular thing. Whatever cheerleaders showed up each time usually ended up getting fucked on the shower floor or in the locker room before it was over. Like I said, this was where my illustrious football career in college got off to a start. Besides my height I had inherited from my mother and father; I had inherited his freakish cock. I was big, very big. I had little opportunity for sex with young women; I just didn't fit. Hell, most of them couldn't give me a blowjob because their mouth was too small. I tried to hide it as much as I could, but that was hard to do because it had a mind of its own. My dad had told me that I would find women for sex, he had. Anyway, I was doing fine in the shower after the first practice. Flaccid, it was still large, but other guys were large too, but their cocks didn't grow like mine when they got erect. I was trying to get in and out of the shower, before the comments started, that was up until three naked cheerleaders showed up. This stunt during the first practice I found out was a hazing for the freshmen mostly. I thought it was a pretty good hazing. When the girls showed up, they kissed and played with the seniors first; I got the impression that the seniors had sex with these women often. After that, the teasing started. I knew it was going to be trouble. "Hey, Jimmy!" Mark the quarterback yelled at me. We had had a good day playing throw to the new guy. "Meet Krissi! She showers with us often." He was saying as he walked over to me with an arm around a big tit blonde. I turned around to see her. "Whoa!" Krissi said looking at my cock. "Damn, Jimmy. Where did you get that thing? Where you raised near a nuclear reactor or something!!" Mark exclaimed. Several of the guys laughed. Now I was in trouble because Krissi was hot. "Hi, Jimmy," she said standing there wet and naked, sneaking looks at my cock. "Hey buddy, we bring the cheerleaders in the first shower so the seniors can see how the new guys stack up. So far, it looks like you are on top of the totem pole. Krissi, Jennifer, and Ginger or going to help us decide who ranks number one in the freshman class!" Mark said. Krissi moved to me and grabbed my cock. I knew trouble was going to follow. "My god!" She said as she wrapped her hand around my already growing cock. She wrapped one hand around it and stroked. As her eyes got bigger, she wrapped her other hand around it. "Damn, James," one of the black guys said. "You must be part black to have a cock that big!" Everyone laughed. Jennifer and Ginger were teasing several of the other guys. Ginger was stroking two guys at one time. "Fuck, Jimmy. You may not only be top of the freshman class; you may be the top of the team! How big is that fucking thing?"  "Too big," I said. "No such thing, man!" One of the other black guys said as Ginger stroked his impressive cock. It was doing its thing, growing to full size as Krissi played with it. I really didn't have much control over it. "Fuck, I can't even get my hand around it now!" Krissi said. I was now the center of attention as everybody had moved closer. Krissi was pumping me like crazy now to see how big I would get. After several minutes, everyone knew how big I would get. "God damn, Jimmy!!" The quarterback said. A lot of the other guys were making comments. "Hell to the new king!" The QB yelled, then he and the sophomores, juniors and seniors put their hands up and started bowing up and down at me. I was swollen up all the way. Somewhere around 11 inches and big around enough it took a woman with big hands to wrap one around it. Krissi was pumping it with both hands as she looked. Ginger, the shapely black girl, walked up. "Oh my! That is bigger than anything I have seen in my neighborhood. Go ahead Krissi." She said.  "I don't think I can." I learned later on that the cheerleaders usually gave the biggest freshman a blowjob in the shower. "Oh, honey! Let momma!" Ginger said as she pushed Krissi away. I watched Ginger get down on her knees and grab my cock with both hands. She opened her mouth wide and slid it over the end of my cock and went to work. "Damn, Ginger!" Jennifer said as she walked up. "Swallow that thing!" When I got the occasional treat of a woman that could get some or most of me in her mouth, I loved it. Ginger had the end in her mouth and was sliding up and down on it about five inches or more. Her lips were tight around my cock. She held it with both hands as she worked. After a few minutes, she slipped her mouth off. "Oh, my! You are huge!" She looked up at me and smiled as she pumped my cock. "I gotta have this thing in me, baby!" "Woo! Hoo!!" came up from the guys. Ginger was still on her knees looking at my cock as she pumped it with both hands. "That thing is not a cock! It is a fucking pole!!" QB Mark yelled. "Pole! Pole! Pole! Pole!" They started chanting. That is where the nickname "The Pole" came from. It seemed to catch on around campus when football season started. I would catch a pass and be running down the field and would hear the crowd chanting "Pole! Pole! Pole!" Sometimes, I would get the giggles because almost everyone on campus thought that was my nickname because I was tall. By my sophomore year, I had become well known. I would get to the football games and see all these signs being held up with "We Want The Pole" on them. All the guys on the team would laugh when they saw them, along with the cheerleaders. I had become famous with the cheerleaders since that shower my freshman year, and because Ginger had talked me into going to her apartment and fucking me. She was a senior and lived off campus with another girl. It was quite a night with the two of them my first week of college. My junior year the scouts were already talking about me forgoing my senior year and going into the draft. School wasn't my thing, so by the end of the year, I had announced I would forgo my senior year. When we got to the bowl game at the end of the year, I was all over the news and TV. All the scouts were there because I could not commit to the draft just yet. All the guys and cheerleaders laughed hysterically when we saw the signs that said "We Want The Pole!" being carried into the championship game by fans. We knew the signs would be all over national TV. The school had found three or four women that had gotten most of my cock in them on a regular basis during my first three years to keep the number one wide receiver happy. The only successful girl was a 6'4" basketball player named Heather. She worked it all into her over some time then had a wonderful time with me. We saw each other a lot my junior year. So that was where my college career was going. It was the last half of the 4th quarter in the championship game. We were down by 3, and the quarterback hit me on the run about 40 yards down the field. I had 15 yards to go to score; then I was hit. The replay made all the news and sports shows for a week. I thought I was in the open when I caught the ball and turned to run down field. I didn't see the guy from the other team running across the field toward me, all I remember was the pain. He had dived and hit my right knee with his shoulder pad at full speed. In the emergency room, I watched the TV as it showed them putting an inflatable cast on my leg and sliding me onto a board and loading me on a cart. The replay showed my knee bending in directions that God had not designed a knee to bend. My dad had come from the stands, and they had let him ride to the hospital with the assistant coaches. He was there telling me things would be alright. I vaguely remember the sound of the MRI machine earlier; I was on some pretty good drugs in the ER. I was sitting up in the bed watching the TV. We did win, but all the announcers kept saying I probably would be out the next season and that my signing with pros now didn't look good. I looked through the window to the outer room and saw my coach talking to three guys I knew were pro scouts. The doctor was with him with the MRI. They talked and looked at the MRI. I watched as my coach shook his head no and shook the scouts' hands and the three of them turned and left. Coach looked in at me then came through the door to my bed. As best as he and the doctor could tell me, my career was over. I remember him listing all of the ligaments that had been torn out, including my ACL. My dad took it the hardest. He was so looking forward to me playing pro ball and not having to be a plumber. So that was how my football career went. I was exactly what the pros were looking for then; tall, well-built receivers. That was what I was. But one of the curses of being very tall was having glass knees. I finished my senior year; I had to stay so they would keep paying for the surgeries and rehab. I finally graduated with a degree in General Studies. That would take me far for sure. When I walked across the stage to get my diploma I was still on crutches. Everyone stood and cheered and started shouting "Pole!" over and over until the president of the college got the crowd back under control. Three years later now I was picking up my new van with just my name on it. The limp wasn't too bad and thank god in LA it didn't get cold. The van looked nice. I had bought a black utility van and had my name and number put on it in white. I didn't have all the silly shit painted on it that my dad had had on his van forever. I just had the "Full-Service Day or Night" painted under my name. Things weren't too bad. I had been helping my dad since I was fourteen. I got my license at 18 because I knew everything and everyone knew my dad. That was where I got the majority of my customers from, people calling to ask for him. I now got to tell them it was just me, and he had retired. A plumber made good money in that part of California if you stayed busy. I averaged about $275 an hour. I went all over LA and surrounding areas. It would just be me and my new van now. I worked all over the area and all hours of the day. I had no girlfriend or social life to speak off. A lot of my friends would call and want me to come to a party or something. After a year out of college, I stopped going to the parties. All they wanted to talk about was the good 'old football days. I didn't go anymore. It was Friday morning, and I had scheduled the day off, so I could pick up my new van and take it back to the shop and move all my tools into it. Sam, the painter, kept asking me if that was all I wanted on the van. I told him yes, we settled and I headed back to the shop. By noon, I had the majority of my tools arranged in the new big van. I was sitting and eating lunch when our old office number range in the shop. I walked over and picked it up. "McMann Plumbing." "Is this McMann and Plumbing!" A female shouted into the phone. "Yes, ma'am." "Oh thank god! I have been calling everyone, and no one is answering or can't come!" "Friday is pretty busy for most guys. I took the day off." "Oh shit!!" "What are you needing?" I asked. "My boss is raising hell with me because her damn Jacuzzi tub has stopped working. She was sitting in it this morning, and it stopped making bubbles. I am going to catch shit all day until I find a plumber that will come. I'll call someone else, thanks." "Maybe I can come and look at it. I just took off the morning to pick up a new van." "Would you, please! Oh, thank god!!" "What is the address?" I asked. She gave me the address, and I wrote it down. It was near Beverly Hills. I didn't work that area too often since my business was located in the southern part of LA County. "When can you be here?" The lady pleaded. "It's Friday, traffic will be bad, and I have to cross town. An hour or so." "Hurry, please! She has been on me all day." "Okay, give me and hour or an hour and a half." I hung up with the desperate lady and put the last of my tools and parts in the van. I thought my new van would look good in Beverly Hills. I jumped in and programmed the GPS and headed for the freeway. It was a hot August day, and I had the new air conditioner on wide open. The air conditioner in the last van hadn't worked for a year. I had started wearing shorts like the UPS guys did in the summer and T-shirts with the company name on them. I was comfortable now. I drove about an hour until I finally go to Beverly Hills. The GPS took me to a place between two huge mansions. The thing was only good for getting me within about 100 yards in LA. There were no house numbers, so I was stuck between a huge white mansion and huge stone mansion. I called the lady back on my cell phone. "Hello?" "This is James, the plumber. My GPS doesn't know which house is yours. I am sitting between a big white house and big stone house, are you in one of them?" "Oh god! Yes! The stone one. Pull up to the gate and the guard will let you in!" I pulled forward about 100 yards and found the gate. I pulled up, and the guard asked for some ID then let me in. I drove up a long drive to a huge fucking house. I got out and walked up to the door and rang the bell. "Who is it?" Came from the intercom. I looked up and saw a camera move toward me. "The plumber!" "Be right there!" A minute later the door opened. There stood a pretty woman in jeans and a top; she looked like she had been having a bad day. "Hi, I am James McMann," I said. "I'm Elizabeth, come in, please!" I looked around, and my hourly rate went up. This place was huge and fabulous. "Please, follow me upstairs." I walked up this huge staircase. When we got to the second floor, Elizabeth scampered down the hallway as I followed. She took me into this marble and glass bathroom off of a grand bedroom that was bigger than my shop. "Over here," she said echoing off the marble. She walked me to a huge Jacuzzi tub up on a platform at the end of the room. It was still full of water. "The bubbles stopped!" She said. "Can you fix it?" "I'm sure I can." "Great. She will be back in an hour, can you have it fixed by then?" "Probably not. If I have to get to the motor, it will take a few hours." "Just hurry, please!" I got the feeling that her boss wasn't accustomed to having to deal with service men around the house. I went to the tub and flipped the switches to turn "the bubbles" on and heard nothing but a click. "Ma'am, what happened before it stopped?" I asked. "She came in this morning with a hangover and filled it to sit and soak in. She got in the tub and flipped the switches, and it ran about 10 minutes then I heard her screaming for me. When I came in she was cussing the tub and then me. She ordered me to find someone to fix it immediately. I started calling, and everyone was gone, or they didn't work on a Jacuzzi." "There is a reason a lot of plumbers don't work on Jacuzzis, they are a pain in the ass and take all day to fix," I told her. "Oh, Lord!" She will be home at 4:30 from her tennis lesson and expect it to be working!" "I will get to work." "Thank you!" "May I ask who this lady is that you work for?" "Oh...umm...she was, she still thinks she is, a famous model." "Is this place all hers?" "Well...yes. She acquired it in her divorce three years ago." "I see. Let me run out to my truck and get my tool box. I have to get into this thing." I told her. She followed me back down the long staircase and waited at the door while I grabbed two tool boxes. She then ran back up the stairs as I followed her, looking at her cute ass in her faded jeans. I went to work on the tub. The pedestal was all marble; I couldn't find any screws to the marble panels at all. I looked closer and discovered the front piece of marble was secured with silicon sealer. I got out a special slim, sharp tool for when the builders did this, never considering the thing may need to be worked on one day. I got it started at one end and slid it between the marble and started working it toward the floor. It took about 10 minutes. Elizabeth ran to the bedroom to answer the phone. I went to the other side of the pedestal and started the same process on the seam at that end. Ten minutes later I was laying a two-foot by six-foot slab of marble on a rubber mat I had in front of the tub. "Oh, my god!! What have you done!!" Elizabeth screamed when she saw the huge opening. "I had to remove this piece to get under it." "Oh god!" "Elizabeth, calm down. This is how they cover up all the motors and plumbing. Usually, there are screws to remove the panels, but his builder decided to seal it up. I had to cut the seal away to take this down. It is no problem to put it back." "Ohhh, okay. Shit, it is 3:00. Will you be finished by 4:30?" "No ma'am. More like 6:30." "Oh, Jesus!" "If I have the parts in the truck..." "Oh, my god!! Just get it fixed!" She turned and went back to the bedroom, mumbling "shit, shit, shit," all the way. I needed to check and see if the pump was jammed up or the motors burned out. I got my volt meter out and turned the switches on and probed the motors. After 15 minutes I decided the main motor was burned out. I went ahead and opened the drain on the tub to empty it since I wouldn't have the motors running. Now the question was what burned the motors out. I knew I had a couple of motors and a pump in the truck. I just hoped they were the right ones. I went down to the truck while the tub was draining. Where are you going?!" Elizabeth shouted after me. "Going to see if I have the motors for this model." "Oh please have them!" "Most of them are the same." I dug around in the van for a few minutes and stood. I bumped into Elizabeth. "Oh, sorry," she said. "These should do it, as long as the circuits aren't burned out." I grabbed three boxes, and we headed back to the bathroom. "How long will this take?" She asked. "At least, a couple of hours if I don't find anything else." She headed back to the bedroom mumbling "shit, shit, shit" again. I crawled under the pedestal through the trap door and started pulling one of the motors out. The builder had put a switch under the tub, so I didn't have to find the fuse box. I wasn't sure what the hell he thought it would be good for since he sealed it up. After working on my back for about 30 minutes, I got the first motor out. I looked out from under the tub and saw Elizabeth standing near my legs. "I'm coming out!" She moved away. I slid out, which was always fun at my size, dragging the motor with me. I sat and looked at it, and it had some scorching on the casing. I held it up and smelled it. It was fried. "This one is fried," I said. "What the fuck? Elizabeth!!" I hear screamed by another female. "He is working on it. The motor or something is burned out. I don't know. He has been here awhile." Elizabeth said. "Fuck! I wanted to soak after my tennis lesson. How much longer will it be?" "Several hours!" I yelled from under the tub as I started crawling out. I was on my back inching my way out. I looked out and saw Elizabeth's feet and another pair of feet in white tennis shoes and bare legs. "Coming out!" I said. The sets of legs parted and I inched my way out between them. Lying on my back, I looked up and saw this long legged woman standing there in a tennis skirt I was trying to look up. "Hi, I'm James." "Hmmp!" The tennis skirt said and walked out. "Ma'am, I am here to fix your tub. As you can see, it is an ordeal. I'm sorry it stopped working, but I need to find out some things without being shouted at, please." I told her. Looking her over for the first time standing up, she was stunningly beautiful and probably near 6 feet tall. She had taken off the sunglasses and her tennis shoes and was looking me in the eye until she looked me over from head to toe. "Sorry. I just hate missing my soak after my workout, uh..." "James. James McMann." "James. How long will this take?" "I'll work late if needed. I have to pull the pump out and take it apart and see what jammed it up. Probably three more hours." "Jimmy. Will you be under the tub for a while?" "Probably thirty minutes." "If you don't mind, once you are back under there, I need to take a shower after my work out. I will be finished quickly. Is that okay?" "Sure." "Please don't come out and peek," she said with a smile. "Don't worry, once I am under there, I will be there a while." "Thank you." She opened the door to a huge glass enclosed shower and turned the water on and went back to the bedroom. I got down on my back again and inched my way back under the tub. Several minutes later I saw shadows. I looked out to see what I could see and saw her feet and then her robe dropped around them. I heard her close the shower door, so I went to work removing the pump. "Fuck." I held the thing on my stomach and lay there because I heard the shower still running and my arms were killing me. I had to move. I started inching my way out until I got to a bigger space under the tub. I stretched my arms out and rubbed them. From where I was, I could see her in the shower from about mid-thigh down. Her legs were perfect. She appeared to have her back turned to me with one leg up on a ledge shaving it. I inched out a little more. Now I could see her ass as she bent over to shave her legs. Wow, she had a hot body. "James, how are you coming?" She asked. "I'm getting there." "I'll be just a few more minutes." "No problem." I watched as she bent way over to shave her lower legs and saw her breasts dangling. I had to see more. I turned sideways more than slid out some more. I could see almost all of her. I watched as she finished shaving her legs. She soaped up her mound and pussy, and I watched as she shaved it. I realized I had seen too much. I felt my shorts growing tight. "Damn it." She was rinsing off, and my damn cock was hard as a rock. I knew in my loose shorts it might be poking out from under a leg opening. I started inching back under the platform. I could only get back under there to about my waist. "Damn." The water went off, and I knew she was stepping from the shower. I could see her feet as she dried off. I waited and waited. I watched her feet then saw her turn toward me. It appeared she had finished drying off and was standing there looking. "James, were you peeking?" "No ma'am." "Something tells me otherwise. Why don't you get out from under there?" I was caught now. It took me a few minutes to wiggle my way out. I was out and lying on my back holding the pump. I looked up at her; she was wrapped in a towel that was short enough I could see her pussy lips. "Did you get it out?" She asked as she ran a comb through her long black hair. "Finally. I have to sit up and stretch my arms and back if you are finished in here," I told her. "Okay." I laid the pump on the floor and pushed myself up to a sitting position. I looked down, and the head of my cock was sticking from the leg of my shorts. I grabbed the opening and tried to pull it over it like it was nothing. I looked up at her combing her wet hair, and she was watching me. "I think you must have been peeking," she said. "Well, I was just thinking about having a beautiful woman in the same room with me naked taking a shower. Sorry, it just happens." "I can see that. How much longer will it be?" That is about as long as it gets, I wanted to say. "Depends on this pump. I have to take it apart and see what is in it." "As quickly as you can," she said and turned to walk out. I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks as she walked away. I had had a few women come on to me when I was working at their houses while their husbands were away. Several of them even got naked and pulled me to their bed. All but one of them had passed on trying to fuck me, but I got a few blowjobs. I liked the women that wanted to have sex, but when they decided it would stretch their pussy too much, and their husband would find out, we would just end up having some fun. A couple of big breasted women had let me fuck their tits. I never took anything off their bill. I sat there taking the cover off the pump for several minutes. I finally got it off and saw several feet of string wrapped up in it. When I pulled on it, I discovered it was thin wire. It wouldn't come out, so I took the pump housing apart. When I got it open, I had to pause a minute before I started to laugh. The impeller was blocked by a small bullet<b> vibe. </font></b>She must have been playing with it in the tub when it got sucked into to the drain. I pulled it out and untangled the wire. I checked the blades on the impeller, and they didn't look damaged. All I had to do now was clean it and put some new sealer on it and put it back together. I was sweating through my shirt and was hot. I had to get something to drink before I started. I got up and walked to the door and stopped. And there she was, standing there wearing satin panties with a matching teddy, oh god…. Seeing this beautiful 40ish-year-old woman in her underwear was not going to help my problem. "Have a seat." She said. "I'm all sweaty," I told her. "Yes, you are." She said looking over my muscles. "You kept in shape after football." "I try too. If I don't all this muscle will turn to fat." "How old are you?" She asked. "Twenty-Five." "You are young. Are you in business with your father?" "He retired after I graduated college. I have been helping him since I was about 14," I told her as I sipped the water. I was looking her over as she stood and talked to me. She knew it but didn't say anything because she was checking me out in my tight t-shirt and shorts. We chatted a few more minutes until I was finished with the water. "Did you find out what jammed up the pump?" She asked. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the remains of the bullet<b> vibe. </font></b>"I think this is yours," I said handing it to her. "I wondered where that went," she said as she took it. "Afraid you will need a new one." "I have plenty. Will it work now?" "I have to reseal the pump and put it back together and put it back on then put on the new motors. "You shouldn't use the tub for a few days so all the new sealer can dry." "How long?" "A couple of hours." "Would you like to stop for a bit and have dinner with me?" She asked. "Come on. The chef always makes extra." I figured what the hell. "Okay. A quick dinner because I am still on the clock." She smiled at me. "Come with me." I followed her out of the bedroom and down the stairs to a small dining room. Someone brought us food. We were eating as we looked at each other. We finished dinner, and I thanked her and went back to work. I got the pump put back together and reinstalled after about an hour; then I went to work installing the new motors. I had been working under the tub for about two hours. "How is it coming?" I heard her ask. "Putting the last motor on now. That will take about five or ten more minutes; then I will have to put the marble back on." I told her as I lay there on my back. A few seconds later I felt her hand on my leg rubbing my thigh. "No hurry," she said. I wasn't going to say anything just to see what happened. After all, she was hot as hell. She kept rubbing my leg while I tightened the last screw. I put my arms down to rest a minute. I felt her hand running over my shorts on my cock. I felt it start to swell. I kept lying there to see what she was going to do. After a few minutes, my cock was almost fully hard. "Damn," I hear as she squeezed up and down the length. "I'm coming out," I said. "Yes, you are," I heard. I inched my way out from under the tub slowly. When I got all the way out she was sitting on the floor next to me. She ran her hand under the leg of my shorts and grabbed my cock. "Impressive," she said. "Maybe, but most women can't get it in them." She was still stroking my cock. I watched as she unbuckled my belt and pulled my shorts open. She fished my cock out so that it was standing up. "Oh my! That is the biggest I have ever seen." She said as she stroked up and down. "Well, that is good and bad." "Why?" "I don't get to have much sex because it scares women off. But the ones that can get it inside have a great time." "Which ones can get it in?" "Tall ladies...like you." She looked up at me and smiled. "I don't know if I could," she said. "But I would like to try." I got a big smile from her. "I don't have any objection to that. But I need to put the marble back on first." She looked up at me biting her lip. "How long will that take?" "About 15 minutes." She released my cock, and I stood up holding my shorts. "You don't need those," she said pulling them down. I stepped out of them. "Can I help," she asked. "Actually yes." I cleaned the old sealer off the marble and applied a new coat on both ends. "I am going to slide this next to the tub and then I can stand it up. Your end is the hidden end. Hold it up while I square up the edges down here." "Okay. What if it leaks, though?" "It better not." She giggled as she held the marble against the base. I was trying to square the end, and the slab was a little too far her way. Since it weighed about 40 pounds, I couldn't pull it. I walked down to her end and moved her to the side and hit the end 5 or 10 times with a rubber mallet. It slid down, so I went back to the other end. I had to tap on it for a minute to get it square. "Okay, that has it. Hold it a minute." I said. I grabbed a roll of painter's tape and taped it together on my end. I walked down to her and put one piece of tape on it and had her move. She sat on the floor. I bent over and was putting several more pieces of tape on the end when she reached up and grabbed my cock. When I finished, I stood up. "Finished?" She asked. "Looks like it." I watched as she got up on her knees in front of me. She wrapped both hands around my cock and started pumping it. She had let her robe fall open, and I could see her pale blue lingerie again. She started kissing and licking the huge head of my cock. "Let me try this first," she said then opened her mouth and slid her lips slowly over the end of my cock. "Emm."  She worked her mouth up and down my cock for a few minutes then pulled her mouth off. "If it fits in my mouth, it should fit in my pussy," she said. I reached down and pulled her up to hold her and kiss her. "Oh no. You are too sweaty. Get out of those clothes and get in the shower." I pulled my shirt off and got my shoes and socks off. She dropped her robe and pulled off her bra and panties. We went into the huge glass shower, and she turned the water on. She made me stand there while she washed my entire body and rinsed it. She then washed my hair and rinsed it. She had taken her time soaping up my cock and balls. "Much better," she said. We got out of the shower. I watched as she dried off her body while I dried mine. "Come with me," she said taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom. She got up on the bed as I looked at her pussy and ass, then I got up there with her. "We are going to try this. On your back," she said." I laid on my back with my pole sticking straight up. She got on all fours and slipped her mouth back over the end of my cock. I was impressed; she was doing a great job of getting about half of it in her mouth as she sucked and pumped. "You won't come will you?" She asked pumping my cock. Not until you ask me to." "Ohhh." She returned her mouth to my cock and went back to work for a while. "Emmm, that is so big!" She said taking a break. "I have got to try, though." She placed her mouth back over my cock and moved directly over me. She placed her mouth over the end and started sliding down. I watched as she got about half way and gagged. "Oh. You are so big." She took a couple of deep breaths and started down again. She got to where she had stopped and went further. I could feel the head of my cock starting to enter her throat. She gagged a little and came back up. She was breathing hard as she pumped my cock. She moved and placed each of her knees on each side of my head. "Let's try from this angle," she said. I watched between her legs as she started down again. She worked her way down, stopped then started and went some more. I felt a lot of my cock slide down her throat. This was a first. She held her mouth there for a long time then came up. "Ahhh! Almost! Oh god! I would let you come in my mouth, but I want to try and fuck you." "Go ahead. I am easily excitable." I told her. She looked back between her legs. "You're serious!!" She said. "Yes. After I come just keep sucking and it will get hard again." "Oh, my!!" "Ms. Jackson...fuck, what is your name?" "Sherri." "Sherri, just a heads up, I come a lot." "Oh goody." She went back to work on my cock. While she was doing her best, I grabbed her hips and pulled down. She spread her legs apart and lowered her pussy down to my mouth. I held her and started licking her. I felt her moan on my cock. I licked her lovely bare pussy for a while then pulled her down some more and drove my tongue into her. "Emmmm!!" I felt on my cock as it slid in and out of her throat. I would get her off way before I came in her mouth. The feeling of her breasts pressing against my stomach felt good while I ate her pussy. She was growing wetter and wetter. I opened my mouth and sucked all of her pussy into it and drove my tongue in. "Oh my god!!" She screamed. She kept her mouth off of my cock while I sucked on her pussy. "Jeez!! That feels so good!!" I paused a moment and pushed her hips up. "Sherri, go ahead and sit up and let me do you first," I told her. She wasted no time in sitting on my mouth and driving her pussy down on it. I went to work. After about 15 minutes she was screaming and coming hard. "Ahhhh!! Fuck!! I'm coming!!!" She pressed down, and I got several mouthfuls of juices. "Oh my god!!" I drove my tongue into her clit and held her while I tortured her clit. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" She screamed as she started jerking and coming again. "Stop! No more for now!" I let go of her hips, and she lifted her pussy up off my mouth. "Damn, you're good! My turn now!" I lay there in heaven looking at her pussy and ass while she attempted to get all my cock down her throat. She would work awhile then come up breathing hard for a minute then try again. I think she was having more fun trying than anything. She went back to work on my cock. I was watching her pussy drip onto my chest. I placed a finger up to her pussy lips and slid it inside her. "Emmm." I played with her pussy gently while she sucked my cock. Soon I had two fingers in her easily sliding them in and out. She would get as much down her throat as she could then moan as I pushed in my fingers. She came up for air then went back down. I slide my fingers out of her pussy and placed one up to her asshole and slid it in. "Emmmmmmmmm!" She seemed to like this. In a minute, I had two fingers deep in her ass. "Oh god, James!" I'm getting tired." "You want me to come?" I asked. "Yes! Let me get it as far down my throat as I can, then come!" I worked my fingers in and out of her ass for a minute then she took a deep breath and placed her mouth over my cock and pushed almost all of it in her throat. "NNN!" I took that for a now. I had been holding back, but now I pushed my cock up into her mouth and let go. I was shooting buckets of cum out of my cock and down her throat. When I got off, I would just keep going. "Umm...emm...emm," I heard come from Sherri as she tried to deal with all the cum. She finally slid her mouth up, so it was just over then end as I kept coming. I could feel her swallowing over and over until I was finished. "Oh fuck! You must have come in ounces!" "Usually." "My god! That was great!" She was pumping my cock as she sat on my chest and recovered. "Damn, I have never swallowed that much cum." "Are you okay?" "Fantastic!" Sherri exclaimed. She kept pumping my cock as she caught her breath. "It is still pretty hard, do I need to suck on it some more?" "Probably not. I am getting excited looking at your pussy and ass." She got up and turned around and sat down with my cock lying under her pussy. "How do you keep from coming?" She asked. "I don't know. I just come when I want to." "Wow!" She had her pussy on the top side of my cock. She looked down and started sliding her pussy up and down the length of my cock. She had it trapped between my stomach and her pussy. She started gliding all the way to the end and all the way back repeatedly. "Oh, my!!" "Lean forward a little, " I told her. This wasn't the first time a woman had done this. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Now you can rub your clit against it," I told her. Plus, I got to look at her tits hanging down and play with them. "Oh, my. This feels wonderful." "Take your time." I reached for her tits and got a handful of each as she slid her clit up and down my cock. She closed her eyes and just kept going as I massaged her tits. She kept this up about 15 minutes before she was starting to lose control. "Oh.h.h.h..." Her voice quivered. "Oh god...I am about to come!! Fuck!! Ahhhhh!!!" She screamed as her body shook. I felt tons of juices squirt out over and over on my cock as she held on. Finally, she collapsed on top of me. "Ohhhhh..." I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm worn out, and I haven't even fucked you yet," she said. She laid on me for a long time before she sat up. "You eat pussy very well, young man." "Probably because that is all I usually get to do." "Well, you are very good at it. I'm still going to fuck your cock." She got up and got off the bed and went to her dresser and opened a drawer. She came back with a large bottle of water based lube. "I'm wet as hell, but I will need some help." She said. "How do you want to do this?" I asked. "Oh, I want to be on top, so I control everything." "My pleasure." She slid back and sat her ass on my thighs. I watched as she squirted out a huge amount of lube and spread it all over my cock. Once that was done, she squirted a lot on her hand and rubbed it on her pussy and in her pussy. "Let's try this," she said. She laid the bottle of lube on the bed and got up on her knees and moved over my cock. Even on her knees, she couldn't get my cock under her easily. Once she did, the tip was already in her pussy. "Damn you are long!" She had her hand around my cock as she worked herself in place. She worked the tip more inside her for a few minutes.  "Oh, my god! You are so thick!" I watched as she worked. After about five minutes she had the first three or four inches her. She stopped and took a deep breath. "I gotta relax," she said as she breathed. She held my cock and started pushing down. With the lube, I was slipping inside her. She was tight, but not so tight I wasn't going in. She was about 6 inches down on it when she stopped and took her hand off. "James, please don't thrust up inside me." "I won't." She spent about ten more minutes working my cock into her pussy. I was impressed she was doing so well. It had been since college and my basketball player since I had enjoyed this much. She pushed down hard, and I felt the tip of cock press firmly into her cervix. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I have to stop a minute." "Sherri, don't hurt yourself." "I don't care if it hurts; I am getting all of this inside me!" She sat with my cock pressing into her cervix for a few minutes with her eyes closed. Then she started pushing again. "Ahhh!!" She screamed as I felt pressure on my cock. I looked, and there were probably three more inches to go. "Sherri, stop. You are going to hurt yourself. Let me make a suggestion," I said. "Please!!" Fuck my cock as much as you can and come. After you have an orgasm, you may relax more. "Oh yes. That sounds like a good idea!" Sherri used her legs to lift her pussy up and down on my cock slowly at first then faster. She was moaning and groaning loudly as she stretched, and my cock rubbed the walls of her insides. "Fuck!! Oh fuck yes!! Oh my god!!" She kept going. It had been about 20 minutes when she started shaking. "I'm...going...to...come!!!" She screamed. She pushed down as far as she could and started screaming as she came. "Fuuuuuck!!!" Oh, fuck!!!" She screamed over and over as she came several times. She didn't realize it bit she was settling down more on my cock as she screamed and shook. When she stopped coming and looked at me, she only had about an inch to go. "Oh my god, James." "Look," I told her. She looked between her legs. "Wow! You were right! I can work that in me." She went to work forcing her pussy down onto my cock now that things had slid around some. After about ten minutes her pussy lips were pressing on my crotch. "Oh, my god! I did it!" She relaxed some more and tried wiggling her hips. "Oh yesyesyes!!" I watched Sherri as she would wiggle her hips for a few minutes then change and slid up and down my cock. She would even lean back occasional on her hands and work my cock in and out of her pussy. She had come in several huge orgasms as she kept going. After about 30 minutes, she was spent. "Oh god. I am about spent. " She said as she sat and rested. "After you rest, go until you get yourself off again. And when you are ready to come, just tell me to come. I will fill your pussy full." I told her. She rested a few minutes then started to wiggle her hips. She started going fast. "Oh yes!! I like this!!" She screamed. Her tight pussy had felt so good on my cock all this time. I was ready to lube her up good. She sat on me and wiggled and worked her hips for about ten minutes. I could tell she was ready for her last huge orgasm. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! I'm coming!!!" Come in me!!!" She screamed. I jammed my cock up into her, and she screamed again. I let go and started pumping cum into her. "Ohhh!!!" Came from her when the first shot her insides. "Ahhh!!!" Came from the second shot. "Oh god!!!" From the next shot and all the rest. She was sitting and jerking each time a load hit her insides. "Fuck!!!" She screamed. I looked at her pussy and cum was squirting out around it each time I dumped another shot in her. After a minute, I had finished, she was sitting there shaking. "Sherri?" "yes" "Are you okay?" "I guess." I reached up and grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. I held her while she shook for about ten minutes. She lifted her head and looked at me. "You came so hard inside me...and so much." "I have a lot of pent-up frustrations." "James, each time your cum hit my insides, it was like a high-powered jet of water hit me. I have never felt anything like that...or as much cum." She lay for a few more minutes then started to sit up, then found out my cock was still hard. "Oh, I can't sit on it again." She eased her pussy off of my cock, and I felt a flood of cum fall on my stomach. She sat on my stomach and looked down at all the cum running out of her. "I need to rest." She said as she rolled off onto her back. I looked at the clock, and it was almost 10:00. I had been there for almost ten hours. "Sherri, I am sure you don't want me to spend the night. If you are okay, I am going to wash myself off and get dressed and start carrying my tools down to the truck." "Sure." I got up and went to the bathroom and showered off all the cum and dried off. I put my dirty clothes on and gathered up my tools. I wiped up some spots on the floor then grabbed two tool boxes and headed to the van. Once they were stored, I headed back up to the bathroom. Sherri was sitting up on the side of the bed. "I just have a few more trips to make." "Okay. Bring me the bill and I will pay you." I grabbed the old parts and boxes and took all that down to the van. I sat in the front seat and wrote out her bill for all the parts and ten hours of labor. I wrote $400 an hour down and added it all up. $6,827. I took the bill with me as I went up to get the last few things. Sherri was standing with her robe hanging off her shoulders. "James." "Yes." "Thank you for your service." She said. "You are more than welcome, but you haven't gotten the bill yet." "Whatever." Picked up the last pieces of trash and put them in the trash can and picked up one last box then walked back to her and handed her the bill. She looked at it. "Is cash okay?" "Sure." She went to her dresser and opened a drawer. I waited. She came back with a handful of $100 bills. "Here you go and a tip for your wonderful services." I counted out $9,000. "Thank you, Sherri." "Don't mention it." "It has been a pleasure," I said and turned toward the door. "James!" "Yes?" "Can I call you if I have any more...plumbing...problems?" "You know you can. As long as you don't mind paying the hourly rate." "No problem. Give me a couple of your cards." I got out about an inch-high stack of my new business cards to give her a couple. She reached and took the whole stack. 'That should be enough," she said. I held her and kissed her one last time and left her bedroom and headed down the stairs. "Lock the door on the way out!" I heard. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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2/16/2017 1:00 pm |
Glad you like it~! I got more stories posted and more stories to post~! Hope you enjoy yourself while reading them...  Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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2/16/2017 11:51 am |
OK this one is a fictional account of a couple of things that happened back in the day. The penis size was changed to add spice to the story. Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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