Article 60311 of alt.sex.stories: From: an227534@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 21:21:38 UTC Subject: The Handyman An introduction to a series. (M/F) [This is my first posting, so please be kind as to your responses. Flames will be trashed. I am new to A.S.S., so please respond to my story and tell me what you think of it. I am an aspiring writer and I have written many short erotic books (the kind purchased in sex shops). My problem is that I've researched many publisher's lists and cannot find any listed who publish these kinds of stories. I would like to do this to supplement my income while working on other projects so if any of you could help me out, I'd appreciate it.] The Handyman My name is Robert. I am the maintenance man at the apartment complex where I live. I haven't always been a maintenance man, and I don't plan to be one forever either. Not that there's anything wrong with being a maintenance man, it's just not my original calling. A year-and-a-half ago I was a professor of Classic English Literature at the local community college in my town. It was a job I loved, and one I will probably return to soon. I am a "handy man" for the present because of an incident at the college. One evening, the English Department Head walked into my office to find me happily engaged in the process of fucking my young and pretty Teacher's Assistant right there on my desk -- it gave new meaning to the term "TA." You see, she had come in under the pretext of having a problem with her ... ah, but that's another story isn't it? At any rate, the incident was hushed up since she was, after all, a consenting adult, but it was "strongly suggested" to me by the school's president that I take a leave of absence for a while. I was without work for a few months until I heard that the handyman at my friend's apartment complex was retiring. So I spoke with the manager and got the job. I'm not really very good with tools and things, but the complex is relatively new so nothing much breaks down or needs fixing, and, on the odd occasion something does need major repair, I usually call my sister's husband, who is good with tools, and he explains to me what to do. Usually, my job consists of yard work, which in the winter months can really suck, but in the summer, is not bad at all. The apartment complex itself is mainly full of moderately rich younger types, usually single with no kids, and the grounds were designed to offer the maximum security and privacy to the inhabitants. The layout of the buildings and the well planned placement of shrubs and trees insures that no window looks into the window of another apartment, even though all the main windows face in on a huge courtyard. The cabana houses the complex's pool, hot tub, jacuzzi and weight room. My second floor apartment overlooks the pool, and, every summer I have lived here, when the young and attractive women who live here are gathered around the pool's deck, I have given thanks to the gods that be for my happy location. It's ironic to me that it was an incident involving sex that landed me here, because since I've held this job, I've gotten more sex than ever before. I'm an average looking guy, about five foot, ten- and-a-half inches tall, black wavy hair and dark brown eyes. I'm not overly muscular but I am in very good shape -- you'd never know I was thirty-nine -- and the outside work has given me a nice tan which I've never had the opportunity to acquire before since most of my time was spent in a library or a classroom. Anyway, as I was saying, it was a sexual indiscretion that got me here. Like most men, I love sex. And this apartment complex provides me with more than a few women who are willing to indulge me in my passion. Most of the tenants here are single women, the ratio is probably about three to one in favor of the women. The absolute best part of this job is when the women here see me, they don't see an ex- highbrow professor, they see an average handy man who is available for an afternoon quickie who won't muddle up their lives with unnecessary attachments. In other words, they see a cock. And I certainly don't go out of my way to discourage their perception, in fact, I use it to my advantage. But I've already talked too much about myself haven't I? Why don't I tell you about the time... Article 60320 of alt.sex.stories: From: an227534@anon.penet.fi Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 21:24:15 UTC Subject: THE HANDYMAN An Encounter with Marian (mf, cons) An Encounter with Marian Part One One day last summer, I was trimming some of the hedges on the other side of the high wooden fence from the pool. It was late morning, about ten I think, and it was already hot. The sky was a clear blue that promised nothing but sun, and I already had a good sweat worked up. It was Monday so most of the tenants were at work, slaving away at whatever it was that they did, and I was thinking about how lucky I was to be outside and working in the sun. I was done with the hedge and so was about to start cleaning up the trimmings when I looked up to see Marian driving through the parking on the other side of the complex. I had seen Marian a few times before at the pool from the advantageous perch of my deck. Tall and thin with dark hair cut to her shoulders, she had large breasts and long legs, she was stunning; and she was one of those women who carried herself with style. Her car passed behind a building and out of my sight as she drove on to her parking space and I returned to gathering up the hedge clippings. To get to the rubbish pile, I had to go by Marian's ground level apartment, and as I walked past her deck, she was pulling her shades open to let the sun in. When she noticed me pass, she smiled and gave me a distracted kind of wave, then she disappeared from the window. On the return trip with the next load of clippings, Marian appeared on her deck. She had changed from her working clothes to a pair of white shorts and a loose fitting beige button down shirt. The sun was hitting her deck full on so she stretched out on the lounge chair on her deck with the drink she had brought out, lit a cigarette, and put on her sunglasses. Stretched out like that, her perfect thighs, nicely revealed by the shorts, held my attention as I walked by pushing the wheelbarrow. She smiled again as I passed and I was aware of myself staring at her. I returned for another load of clippings, there were a lot of them, and as I passed by her, I could feel her watching me from behind her dark shades, although she did not acknowledge my passing by this time. She simply drew on her cigarette and sipped her drink. She had rolled the legs of her shorts up to let more sun get to them and this revealed even more of those beautiful thighs. I could feel a slight throb in my crotch as I tried not to stare. I dumped this load and went back for the last of it, again feeling her watch me as I passed by. The heat had increased as noon approached and I was covered by a sheen of sweat. With my last load of clippings in the wheelbarrow, I passed by Marian's apartment with a firm mental resolve not to let myself stare. As I passed, not doing very well at not staring, she said, "You know, watching you work makes me tired! Why don't you stop by for a beer when you're done with that, and you can take a look at a drippy faucet in my bathroom while you're at it, okay?" "Sure," I said. "No problem! I'll just be a minute." I dumped off the last of the clippings and put the wheelbarrow back in the shed. Then I took a moment to wipe off the hedge leaves that had stuck to my sweaty legs. As I neared Marian's deck, I noticed that a few more buttons on her shirt had been opened since she asked me to come over and I tried to appreciate the nice cleavage this showed without staring again. "Here you go," she said handing me the beer, "have a seat." She motioned to the white wicker chair next to her. She stretched out again. "Are you home early?" I asked, trying to make small talk without sounding to familiar. "Or is this your normal time?" "Nah, I'm home early today." "It's nice that you could get away from work on a day like today," I said. "Well, it was a shitty day so I just took off. They'll be pissed, but to Hell with 'em." She went on to tell me that she was a women's fashion purchaser for one of the larger, more upscale, department stores here in town. Her boss wanted her to fly to New York in two days to see a new line of clothes coming out by a new, unknown designer. "But, dammit!" she exclaimed, "I just got back from there a few days ago! Why should I fly out there, then back, only to fly out there again? I should've just stayed there!" While we talked, I patted my jeans pockets for my cigarettes, but found none. I must have left them in the workshed. She saw me fishing and offered me a smoke and then a light. Even her arms were perfectly shaped and she had smooth, slightly tanned skin. I noticed freckles had appeared on her arms and beautiful thighs where the sun had gotten to them. She still had her sunglasses on so I couldn't tell if she was catching me steal glances at her body. I really didn't care at this point. I watched a trickle of sweat start at her throat and move its way slowly down between her full breasts. I drank off the last of my beer and stood up. "Well, I should probably get to that leaky faucet." "Aww... " she pouted. "Tell you what, its almost noon, why don't you take a break and have lunch with me?" I stammered, "Well... I should pro-" "Not another word," she interrupted. "You stay right there and let me get you another beer." And she was up and off to get it for me. I stood in the doorway to her apartment and watched as she went to the kitchen to get my beer and to pour herself another highball. She noticed me standing there. "Maybe you want a gin and tonic instead of a beer huh?" "Sure, that'll be fine," I said. I got to look at her without her seeing as she concentrated on making the drinks. I could tell by the way her full round breasts swayed with her movements that she was not wearing a bra, and I wondered at such a petite frame supporting those big boobs. When she bent over to get the gin from under the counter, I could tell that she wore no panties either. She had a tight, firm, perfectly shaped little ass too. The throb in my crotch was steady now. She handed me my drink and told me to sit back down outside while she went to get something and she disappeared into another room. I sat back on the deckchair. In less than a minute she had returned. "Wanna get high?" she asked, producing a fat joint from her blouse pocket. Without hesitation I replied "Sure, but shouldn't we go inside to do that?" "Maybe you're right," she said. Taking our drinks inside, we sat on her couch. She obviously made pretty good money. There were some expensive looking pieces of art hanging on her walls and I doubted they were ordinary prints. Using a remote control on the coffee table, she turned on the local alternative rock radio station and adjusted the volume so we could still talk. She handed the joint and a lighter to me. "Fire it up," she said. I did and the sweet smoke filled my lungs. When I began to exhale, she quickly moved to inhale what I blew out by putting her face only an inch from mine so that our lips were almost touching. I could smell faint traces of her perfume mixed with the gin and tonic on her breath. She looked into my eyes as she inhaled the smoke and quickly exhaled. I handed her the joint and she drew on it hard. She motioned to me to do what she did and exhaled her smoke into my mouth. "I'll give you a shotgun," she said. She put the burning end of the joint into her mouth and blew a thick stream of smoke into mine and I began to cough. She giggled. I held the smoke as long as I could and exhaled it into Marian's mouth. Every time she leaned close to me to accept the smoke I blew out, her left breast pressed against my arm and I could feel the weight and firmness of it. Her leaning close to me also allowed a clear line of view between those gorgeous tits. "Give me one," she said and I put the joint into my mouth backwards and blew. She pursed her lips and inhaled everything I blew, then sat back with her eyes closed and held the smoke as long as she could, letting it out in a long slow exhale. With her eyes momentarily closed, I could get a good look at the beauty that sat next to me. She really was well put together. Those long, perfectly shaped legs, trim waist and heavy but pert tits made for a truly enticing view. Her skin was velvety smooth. Her eyes were large and were slightly almond shaped hinting at a Eurasian background. Her nose was thin, her cheekbones high and her lips were full but not too pouty. I had the joint in my hand and began to draw on it as she exhaled the big hit I had given her. It was just about gone, shotguns give great hits but they sure burn up a joint fast. Marian noticed the joint was now just a roach and so leaned in to catch what I was about to exhale. This time, she leaned in very close, her breast pushing against my arm, and she put her hand on my upper thigh. I took this as a cue. I didn't know what exactly was going to happen, but I wanted this woman in a bad way so I decided that this was the time to press my luck. As I exhaled my smoke into her waiting mouth, I put my hand on the side of her face and kind of pulled her closer to me until our lips touched. Apparently, this was what she had been waiting for because she didn't hold the smoke at all, but put her tongue in my mouth. We kissed hard, our tongues exploring the insides of the other's mouth. I ran one hand through her silky fine, shoulder length hair, while with the other I caressed one of her thighs. God, she felt good in my arms! We made out like this for several minutes. Her hands were all over my bare chest and my nipples got hard when she began to move her mouth down to my chest to lick and gently nibble them. This position did not suit her, so she moved to sit on me so that she straddled one of my legs. I stroked the sides of her breasts with the tips of my fingers through the fabric of her blouse and soon, I could see the outline of her taught nipples straining against the fabric. I unbuttoned her top the rest of the way and pushed the shirt off her arms to reveal some of the prettiest tits I've ever seen. Her tits were firm and stood up by themselves. The aureole around her nipples were dark and I pushed her back so that I could run my tongue around them. "Yeah baby, that feels real good," she said cupping a breast in her hand and offering it to me. As I licked and sucked each breast in turn, she began to grind her hips against my leg and I could feel her getting moist through the thin fabric of her shorts. "I can feel your pussy getting hot," I said between kisses. "Let's get you out of those shorts." She stood up, her lovely sloping breasts in my face, and undid the button while I took care of the zipper. The shorts slid to her ankles. I had been wrong about her not wearing panties; well, half wrong anyway because she had a tiny g-string on. On the fabric that covered her mound were the words, `Insert tab A into slot B.' I pulled her close to me as she stood there and began to use the tip of my tongue on her soft belly, licking and nibbling. I reached around and began to knead the flesh of her tight ass. I slipped my fingers into her crack and pulled on the g-string so that the crotch of them dug into her slit. The musky aroma of went cunt came to me making me want to dive into her, but I continued my tongue action to tease her a bit. Finally, I could take no more, I had to see that pretty pussy, so I pulled the string over her trim hips and let the little cloth fall to her ankles to join the shorts. What a vision of loveliness greeted me! Her pubic hair was as soft and fine as the hair on her head, not kinky at all, and traveled up her belly in a straight line. From the line the hair spread out to cover the rest of her mound. I ran my fingers through the soft hair like a comb and she stepped out of the clothes at her feet. She was breathing heavily as she spread her legs a bit. I ran my finger along the insides of her thigh. "Lie down on the couch," I said to her. She moved to obey and lay back, spreading her legs for me to get between them. I lay on top of her and began kissing her hard again, fondling her tits and rubbing my hand between her legs. "Talk to me," I said. "Tell me what you want. Do you want me to lick your little pussy?" "Yeah, lick it." "No baby, you have to say it. Say 'lick my little pussy.'" "Please, honey," she said, begging me with her eyes, "Lick my little pussy. I want your tongue in me." I had moved into position and was now at eye level with her pretty little hole. "Spread it open for me baby," I ordered her. She spread her outer lips open for me with her fingers. She had such a pretty pussy! Her inner lips were swollen and she moaned as I ran my tongue along them without opening them. I kissed and sucked and nibbled the insides of the thighs getting very close to her pussy but not touching it except to tease her just a bit. Her clit was swollen hard now and peeked out from her inner lips. I spread her open more with my own fingers and just barely flicked the tip of my tongue over her hard button and she let out another moan. I flicked her clit again and this time her hips bucked a bit. I dived in. Her hands held my head as if she were guiding me, but I needed no help at all. I licked and sucked at her swollen clit while slipping two fingers into her dripping hole. Soon the insides of her thighs and all of my face was covered with sweet cunt juice. Her hips began to writhe as I slipped another finger into her hole. She cupped her breasts in her hands and brought them up to her lips so she could lick her own nipples. "Yeah baby... oh god that feels great," she moaned and I could tell she was close to letting go. "Make me cum sweetie... I'm gonna cum all over your face." I lapped at her clit and used the bone of my chin to press hard against it, all the while pumping her tight hole with three fingers. Her body convulsed as her legs put my head in a vise-grip between her thighs and I felt warm liquid spurt against my face. She was one of the few women I'd ever known to actually ejaculate and soon my face was covered with creamy woman juice as I tried to capture it all in my mouth. "Oh god... oh god... oh god," she hissed as she continued to squirt. Her body relaxed in a moment and I came up for air. I lay on top of her and we kissed for some time. Well, my cock was throbbing and she could tell I needed a release because she could feel my rigid member through my cut-off jeans pressed against her belly. "Let's go the bedroom," I said, standing and taking her by the hand. An Encounter with Marian Part Two We stood at the edge of the bed kissing hard again and her hands found the bulge of my straining cock which was still held captive by my cut-off shorts. She slipped her hand into the waistband and found the head of my dick was right there. "I wanna suck your cock," she breathed between passionate kisses. Now, I'm not going to insult your intelligence by telling you about a huge, super-human size dick that I do not have. However, I will say that I have been blessed with a slightly above average size penis in both length and width. Its just over eight-and-a-quarter inches long, and is about three inches, plus some change, in width with thick veins that run along the sides. I have been circumcised and the head flares out wide over the top of the shaft. I have been told by all of the women I have been with that it is, indeed, an impressive tool, and I have never left a woman unsatisfied. But let me get back to my story... She slid her body down mine, I could feel her nipples brush the length of my body until she was on her knees before me. She reached for the top button of my shorts, but I stopped her. "You have to talk to me, tell me you want to suck my cock" Again her eyes pleaded with me. "Please let me suck your cock." I undid the buttons of my fly slowly. Marian's eyes went from my crotch to my eyes, as though she were a hungry animal waiting for her master to put dinner out for her. When I popped the last button, my cock sprang free and smacked her in the face. Before she could touch it I began stroking it in her face, brushing her cheek with the head. She reached for it but, again, I stopped her. "No, you have to tell me how much you want it. Talk to me." Her voice had a huskiness to it that just made me even harder. "C'mon baby please ... let me taste your cock." Her eyes continued to move from mine to the cock I stroked in her face. I let her nuzzle my dick against her face. She closed her eyes as she rubbed her face against the shaft and she cooed at the feel of it. "Baby it's so hard," she said, still nuzzling. "Just let me lick it okay?" "Alright," I said, "but just the tip of the head." I held it for her and she flipped just the tip of her tongue against the pee-hole. Now it was my turn to moan. The beautiful woman on her knees began to massage her tits as she nuzzled even closer to my cock. I stroked it and rubbed all over her face, pulling it up so she could feel my balls against her face too. "Lick my balls," I ordered her. Her tongue caressed my scrotum as she lovingly licked the underside of my nutsack and kissed each ball one after the other. I told her, "You can touch them." She cupped them in her hand and brought them to her lips. She couldn't get the whole sack in her mouth so she gently sucked one nut then the other. She was looking into my eyes again. "They're so heavy," she whispered between sucks. "When I shoot my load, do you want me to cum in your mouth? Do you want to taste me like I tasted you?" "Yeah baby, you can shoot your load anywhere you want, but I wanna taste it." She was caressing my sack with her fingertips. "You're gonna cum lots aren't you?" I didn't respond to her question. God! She had a fuckable face! She had gone back to nuzzling. Her mouth looked made to suck dick. She had reached for my hips and pulled me closer to her. "Stroke it," I said. Her hand replaced mine and she began to slowly stroke me up and down. As she stroked me she would turn her wrist slightly so as to stretch the foreskin tight and to tease that sensitive spot that ran in a ring around the underside of the flared out head. She held it up so she could resume her licking and sucking on my balls as she stroked. Having caught on fast to what I wanted, she was waiting for me to tell her to suck my cock. I decided to tease her a bit more, although it was difficult for me to do. I wanted to fuck her face so bad! "You wanna suck it don't you?" I asked. "Yeah sweetie, I really wanna suck it." "Hhmmm...maybe I should eat your pussy again before I let you." "If you want to...but I really wanna suck you." "Don't worry baby. I'm gonna let you suck me. I'm gonna make sure this dick gets in every hole you've got. Yeah baby, I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of your's first. Then I'm gonna fuck your cunt, then, ... well, I bet you got a tight little asshole too don't you?" A look of fear appeared on her face then vanished, and her slow, rhythmic stroking missed a beat. "I don't think it would fit in there," she said. "Have you ever had a cock in your ass before?" "Once. it hurt and felt great at the same time, but you're bigger. I don't think I could take it." "Well, maybe we'll see. Go ahead and suck it now." She just about attacked my cock. She placed the head in her hot mouth and began stroking faster and applying more pressure with her hand, bunching the foreskin up against her lips. Then she began to take more of me into her mouth and her tongue played along the shaft. Still pumping me with her hand, she settled into a slow rhythm of her head following her hand along the shaft. She cupped my ballsack again with her other hand and would go back and forth from my nuts to my cock, licking, sucking and nibbling. My head was back and I was moving my hips in time to her continued stroking. "Why don't you lie down lover," she said. I stretched out on the full length of the bed. She got up and arranged the pillows under my head, "So you can watch better," she explained. Then she got some scented oil and poured it into her hands. Getting onto the bed, she began massaging it into my cock and balls, making them slick. "Such a beautiful cock," she murmured as she returned to worshipping my crotch. She tossed her hair to one side and put her lips on the head of my dick. She put her lips over her teeth to apply more pressure, and then slowly, oh god it felt so good, she took the entire length into her mouth until I could feel the head being worked over by the muscles in her throat. She let it stay there for a moment, and I could hear her breathing through her nose. She backed off about half way and then went down, taking all of me in again. I could feel her lips at the base of my scrotum. She deep-throated me like this for some time and I could feel a tremendous orgasm building. She could feel it too I guess because she increased her tempo. Half of me wanted to shoot my wad down her throat right then and there, but the other half of my brain reminded me that what I really wanted was to pound her sweet little pussy and then, hopefully, her ass. She must have had conflicting desires at that moment too because she brought right to the point of cumming, then, just as the moan began to escape me, she took her mouth away from my throbbing dick and clamped her hand hard around the base and pressed her finger tightly against the cum chute at the top of my nuts. She stayed that way, pressing and squeezing hard, barely stopping my orgasm, until I began to go a bit soft. God, it was agony and ecstasy at once. I was gasping.