Note from the author: This is a new one guys. As an exercise, I took on the most stereotypical porn scenario imaginable-The Plumber who Cleans the Housewife's Pipes-just to see what I could do with it. Everyone should try this once. Enjoy.


Fixing The Sink
A Short Story by jokermon




Lena was in the tub when her boyfriend Richard called to cancel their anniversary dinner.

“Oh, damn it,” she wailed as she snapped her cell phone
shut and stood there on the fluffy bath mat, dripping and seething.

This always happens. Does he think I’m unattractive or something?

She knew this was nonsense, even as she thought it. The twentyish, fuming woman in the mirror was a technical knockout. Her body (now artfully concealed by soap suds) was big and curvy in certain places, (the right places, the men in her life fervently assured her) slim and tight elsewhere. Her mane of gold-filtered chestnut curls shone with health and, when properly conditioned and blow-dried, tumbled over the bare-shoulder tops she favored in a flirty cascade. Her butt was fuller than those of the models in Allure or Cosmo, certainly, but she liked the way it filled out her skirts and jeans with what her mother called oomph.

Her mother, a tipsy dear of a retired fashion model, would often slur, don’t you listen to those diet freaks, Lennie. A girl can never have too much oomph. She would often follow up such a comment with an approving smack to the oomph in question.

This embarrassed the hell out of Lena during her adolescence whenever she did it in front of Lena’s friends, but it also secretly pleased her. Her mother’s appreciation of her fleshy curviness was hearty and genuine. That positive body-image, so rare in the offspring of famously skinny parents, sank into Lena and gave her confidence. Moreover, despite her indignant protests, she took an unspoken delight in her beautiful mother’s occasional bouts of inappropriate touching. Before she retired at 40, her mother was a very busy woman, frequently gone for long periods on photo shoots and international ad campaigns, and Lena cherished the attention whenever it was lavished it upon her.

Her mother would pat her behind, and even heft and squeeze her growing breasts (which surpassed her mother’s at 14). “My God, Lennie,” she would say, bouncing them reverently in her palms, “these are magnificent!”

She was sure her mother didn’t mean anything by it; beneath her cool supermodel sophistication she was just a very earthy and touchy-feely woman. Lena enjoyed it all the same.

All told, she gauged, looking in the mirror, any man would be thrilled to have her. So why was it so damn hard to hook up with her own boyfriend?

Richard, all six foot seven gorgeous-brainy inches of him, had a career in computer systems that consumed much of his time, almost as much as Lena’s hectic livelihood in publishing did hers. She understood that being a Mainframe Specialist wasn’t easy, and occasionally system emergencies did happen, but she had been looking forward to this romantic night out all week. She’d even diddled herself a little in the tub (well, more than a little, truth be told), enjoying the anticipation and the way her own heat rose to match the steaming bathwater. And just when she’d gotten all trembly and excited toward the finale, the phone rang. Now everything was ruined.

She yanked the plug on her bath, rinsed, and dried off. She gave the bathroom door an angry slam on her way out and it sprang open again, which just aggravated her bad mood. She’d been putting off repairing that lock for a while now. She didn’t like being reminded of it at a time like this.

Her new cocktail dress, silky, daring and now useless, lay spread out upon the bed. It almost made her weep to hang it up, unworn, back in the closet. She had been looking forward to wearing it almost as much as having Richard remove it later. In Lena’s book, slipping into a sexy new dress was a religious experience. No point in putting it on now. Damn Richard and his stupid brilliant career.

My life is not working, she thought. I need a change. I need sweeping, positive change in my life.

She threw on her lounging-around-the-house outfit of tank top and sweats and padded down to the kitchen to see what she could rustle up for dinner. Screw the reservations. She hated eating alone in restaurants.

She ran the hot water tap in the kitchen, waiting for the steam to come. She was considering a pasta dish when she saw the sink backing up.

She frowned and stuck a long cooking skewer down the drain and probed around. Nothing. The blockage must be past the U-bend in the pipe. There was also an odd hissing noise. She opened the cupboard under the sink and realized two things: one, she was out of liquid drain cleaner, and two, the bolt at the bottom of the U-bend was spitting like an angry cat.

“Oh…shit.”

***

To top it off, the plumber was a just a girl, younger than Lena by at least five years, and hatefully cheerful.

She was apple-cheeked and friendly. At first, Lena couldn’t tell much else about her under her shapeless overalls and dirty baseball cap. Her overalls and cap both bore the company name: Vanderhulst Plumbing. It was seven PM, and Lena suspected the plumber had sent his daughter because he couldn’t be bothered to show up himself at this late hour.

The girl doffed her cap, revealing a corn-silk mop pulled into a ponytail. Her eyes were a bright, clever blue, very disarming. She flashed a dimply grin, which showed off a startling mouthful of perfect white teeth and elevated her looks from cute to lovely.
She also had a confident manner that put Lena at ease.

“Have you been a plumber long?” Lena asked as she plunked her toolbox down by the sink.

“Just finished up my apprenticeship. Don’t worry, I’m fully certified. I only look like I just learned how to drive. I’m actually twenty-two.” She treated Lena to that dazzling smile again.

Lena flushed. They were almost the same age. She hadn’t thought her doubts were so obvious. But then again, this girl must spend half her time convincing people she could do her job. And she was good-humored about it to boot.

“It must be difficult,” ventured Lena. “Plumbing is such a … well, you know, a man’s thing.”

“It’s no more difficult than anything else worth doing. Now, what seems to be the problem, Ms…?”

“Oh, I’m Lena - Lena Peach, hello.” She stuck out her hand and the girl gave it a firm shake.

“Patty Vanderhulst. Nice to meet you, Ms. Peach.”

“Likewise. Please call me Lena.”

“Only if you call me Patty, Lena. Now, you say your sink was backing up?”

The fact that she didn’t make some idiotic joke about her family name was refreshing. Lena decided she liked this girl.

“Well, yes. My boyfriend stood me up tonight so I was going to cook for myself …”

“Ouch. Sorry to hear that.”

Patty sounded genuinely sympathetic. Lena realized there might be some advantage to a female plumber after all.

She explained what was wrong and Patty gave a heartening, “Oh, that shouldn’t take too long to fix,” and went right to work. Lena felt much better about the entire evening.

She felt awkward about just leaving Patty alone to work–she had already begun thinking of her as a guest–and so stood by as the little plumber crouched down and began cheerfully poking about under the sink. Patty had no objection to her presence and they chatted as she worked. Patty told her about her job, and Lena told her about hers. She warmed to her as they talked. Patty was focused and bright. Her approach to her work was both humorous and professional. It was refreshing to meet such a solid person right out of the blue.

Lena wound up telling her about her evening in greater detail.

“…and I’d gotten this great new dress and everything.” She gave a forlorn sigh. “It was so expensive, but worth it. Until Richard bailed on me.”

“You can always take it back,” Patty joked.

Lena chuckled. “I just might, to spite him. He doesn’t deserve to see me in it.”

Patty grunted as she gave the wrench a yank. “Now you’ve got me curious. What’s this dress like?”

“Oh you should see it, it’s perfect. Tight, but really flattering.” It occurred to her that no one had ever seen her in it. “Would you like to see it?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, one minute…”

Humming, Lena scampered up to her bedroom. She stripped completely naked–the dress was too tight to wear with underwear–and slipped into the dress with a shiver of pleasure.

She looked in the mirror and sighed. Oh my. She looked fabulous. The textured, blood-red silk swam over her breasts and ran off her hips in a waterfall of tease. The fluted skirt fell to mid-calf with a daring side-slit that ran to mid-thigh. It settled lazily into all her natural valleys and clung ardently to her hills. Except for her arms and a modicum of cleavage, it actually did not show a lot of skin, but the fit was positively indecent. When she stepped into her high heels, the look was complete. She was a picture of elegant, well-curved sex appeal.

“Oh yes,” she whispered to the woman in the mirror, and gave a little shiver. She fluffed up her hair and practiced her sexiest pout. After Patty was gone, she was going to curl up in bed with her largest vibrator and engage in some serious self-discovery. She smoothed the fabric over her tummy–all those crunches had finally paid off–and the touch felt as erotic as Richard’s own caress.

Feeling a little giddy, she swayed downstairs into the kitchen and struck a beauty queen pose in the doorway.

“Ta–da!”

Patty’s lovely eyes widened and she dropped her wrench. “Holy cow.”

“Do you like it?”

“Wow, I …” the girl was speechless. “Lena, I frigging love it. You look fantastic.”

Lena turned all the way around, letting Patty see how it clung to the swoop of her back, the cheeks of her ass.

“Holy cow, hon,” Patty spluttered again, “you’d cause a riot in that thing.”

Lena flushed. She loved Patty’s frank, wide-eyed appreciation.

“It’s nice to get to show it off to somebody. I’d hate to have to put it back in the closet for another month.”

“Yeah, it’s, uh really great.” The cute little plumber seemed a little overwhelmed. Her cheeks were bright pink. Lena found that endearing.

Patty cleared her throat.

“Um–Lena, do you think I could use your bathroom? I need to take a little break...”

“Sure, just up the stairs on the right.”

She walked quickly to the stairs with an odd, stooped-over gait.
Wow, she must really have to go, thought Lena. She frowned. Was it her imagination, or had Patty’s overalls bulged oddly in front? Oh well, Lord knew what kind of tools plumbers carried around.

Lena went into the living room and put on some soft music. Feeling better about everything, she swayed to the slow beat and imagined gentle hands roaming over her, touching her through the silkiness of her dress. Soft, feminine hands, like in her most secret, delicious fantasies.

Mmmmm. She was definitely looking forward to Vibrator Time.

She drifted pleasantly for awhile, and then thought about how long Patty had been gone upstairs. Her mood broke when she remembered that there were no towels in the bathroom. Oops!

She dashed upstairs and fetched them from their hiding place in the hallway closet. Then she froze. She could hear Patty’s voice, just barely, floating down the hall, and for a second she thought, cell phone? but then realized what she was hearing. Patty wasn’t talking to anyone. It was a stream of breathy whispers punctuated by little gasps.

“Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh God, yeah …”

Lena nearly dropped the towels. What the hell? Was Patty masturbating in there?

Why that cheeky little so-and-so! She’s certainly making herself at home!

She recalled how awkward and tongue-tied Patty had been after her grand entrance.

Oh wow, is it because of me? Did I turn her on?

She was shocked, intrigued and oddly flattered all at once.

The bathroom door was ajar, like always.

A distant thought registered: I really should get that lock repaired one of these days as she silently moved forward and peeped through the crack.

Patty was standing in front of the mirror with her overalls unbuttoned and wide open. She was naked beneath. Lena’s breath caught.

Her overalls had slipped down to bunch around her elbows, baring her whole upper body. Her exposed breasts were startlingly big; not as large as Lena’s, but definitely a full pair of firm, jutting C cups. The fat pegs of her nipples caught the eye, springing so impudently from their broad pink areolas they looked like they might pop off.

Her skin was peaches and cream all over. Lena’s eyes instinctively swept down over the bare expanse of her torso, past the gentle convexity of her belly (she had one of those narrow navels that were little more than a vertical slit) to where her hands moved back and forth, and there, reality suddenly exploded.

The wide vee of Patty’s opened overalls fell to mid-thigh and an enormous fleshy spike thrust upward through the gap. Lena’s eyes saw, but her mind didn’t register. It was like some wide-barreled naval cannon made of satiny skin, jutting up straight and stiff and smooth. A fierce, broadly-crowned red-purple pod surmounted it. Heat leapt into Lena’s face and she felt dizzy as her stunned brain finally caught up with her. It was a penis. Patty had a penis. A huge, erect penis.

A vast blankness froze Lena’s mind. She was too stunned to scream or faint or do anything but stare.

It pulsed and glistened with wetness as Patty’s hands slid up and down. Clear beads of fluid bubbled from its urethra. Lena’s mouth fell open. A pair of balls that made her think of condors’ eggs swayed with her movements. Incredibly, her blond pubes were trimmed and waxed into the cutest triangular bikini line Lena had ever seen.

All the little details popped out at her in adrenalized high-definition: the soft wrinkles of its vestigial circumcised foreskin, the light marbling of veins along its broad shaft, even the way its glossy skin slid back and forth over its ribs of muscle.

Lena’s heart pounded.

Patty’s eyes were closed to tiny slits and her complete attention was the huge cock in the mirror, stroked by her tiny reflected fists. She was breathing fast, and her slack lips moved with her lustful whimpers.

Lena felt her breath escaping from her and she felt like she might pass out. A rush of shocked arousal swept through her like brushfire. She had been excited all evening and the sight in front of her was a lighted match to the powder keg of her emotions. This was incredible–the stuff of bizarre fantasies and fetishes made flesh.

She watched Patty’s testicles rise and swell to the size of small lemons, and the soft scrotal sac stretched tight around them. Its skin shone. Lena groaned softly and echoed Patty as she stroked the biggest and most beautiful penis she had ever seen.

The blonde’s strokes and breathing quickened–“Uhhh, uhh, uh, uh, uh!”–and she let out a loud gasp.

Her weapon began flaring, and it shot a long stream of thick white fluid against the bathroom mirror. It spat with such force that the gooey starburst of its impact spread foot-long tracers in every direction.

Semen, Lena’s foggy brain said. She’s…ejaculating…!

Lena's vagina suddenly contracted in a star-bright pinprick orgasm of her own. She hadn’t touched herself; it came out of nowhere. Her mouth dropped open as her whole body glowed in wonder. Her loins flexed with joyous little throbs.

“Oh!” cried Patty in a kind of breathless squeal as more spurts followed. Silently, Lena’s open mouth echoed her. Patty’s fists blurred as they pumped and worked furiously on the upper third of her member. Her whole body jerked as each successive jet splattered a diminishing milky trajectory down Lena’s mirror and the marble counter.

She lost count of the spurts. Patty had already ejaculated more semen than any man she had ever known when she hit the halfway mark. Lena’s knees trembled, and she thought they might give way. Still the jism came, stringing ropey bridges between her penis and Lena’s countertop. There was sperm all over the mirror; it ran in creamy white streams down to pool on the marble.

Finally, it tapered off to a sluggish oozing that pumped over her knuckles and dripped to the floor.

Patty breaths grew longer, becoming sighs of complete bliss. Her dimples showed in an open-mouthed smile. Her face was radiant. At that moment, she was the most beautiful woman Lena had ever seen, and she yearned for her.

It was the sudden shock of that realization that brought Lena partly back to her senses. She found herself panting at the bathroom door, flushed, perspiring, and sticky between the legs. She shook herself and glanced into the washroom. Patty was chuckling weakly to herself, making little cooing noises as she stroked out the last few ounces of her climax. Lena carefully and quietly backed away and fled downstairs.

Her mouth was dry. She poured herself a big drink from the liquor cabinet in the living room, threw it back, and then made another. She breathed deeply as the alcohol soothed her rattled nerves.

“My God,” she said to herself. Her nipples were stiff and her supercharged skin felt prickly against her clothes. Her arousal had left her mind swimming and her skin hot and sensitive. She blew out another deep, calming breath.

She was amazed at what she had seen, and equally amazed at herself. This was so unlike her. She had felt the occasional twinge of attraction to another woman–she supposed most women did, from time to time–but she had never slept with one, and certainly had never felt this kind of raw, almost feverish desire for one. Truth be told, she had never felt this strongly for a man either, including Richard.

It made no sense. Clearly the woman was deformed, abnormal, if she even was a woman at all. Lena should be disgusted, but it just wasn’t so. She was on fire, nearly giddy with lust in a way she’d never known. She wanted to touch Patty, kiss and lick and feel her all over, especially her cock, maybe even suck it if she could fit that monster in her mouth, and she wanted … dear God, she wanted to spread her legs, more than anything else in the world, open up her wet and needy cunt to invite, no demand that huge penis shove itself all the way into her. She wanted cute little Patty to fuck her, hard and long.

Sweet Jesus, what was she thinking?

She took another drink and let it calm her. She was getting drunk, but that didn’t seem important. She looked down and her hands were steady at last. Okay, then.

She heard Patty come down the stairs, humming a happy tune. Jesus. I’d be happy too, if I just shot a load like that, she thought with a snort.

Lena stood there and downed yet another drink while she debated what to do. She felt woozy from the combination of Scotch and excitement.

It would be rude to just disappear, she told herself. She’ll think something’s weird if I start ignoring her all of a sudden. Besides… it might hurt her feelings.

She found this last reason the most compelling, and walked back out to the kitchen on waxy legs. Patty lay on her back, head and shoulders hidden under the sink. She was still humming, and a foot tapped along with her. Her plumber suit was done up again, and Lena was impressed – one would never know her big secret from the baggy way it rode on her body.

Unless of course, she thought, she happens to sprout a big ol’ boner. Like when…She stopped short. Like when she saw me in this dress…

She was the cause of that frenzied wank session. It brought a fresh bloom of heat to her face and between her legs.

She took another deep breath, and made her voice cheerful and casual when she spoke.

“So, how are things going? Almost done?”

“Oh hi, Lena.” The sink muffled her voice. “Where did you go?”

“Oh, I had to look at something.” Her heart stopped. Double oops. “In the living room.” Jesus girl, would you watch what you say!

“Well,” Patty grunted, making some unseen adjustment, “you’ll be happy to know I’m almost done here. Could you hand me that C-wrench? The big one?” A hand appeared and waved toward the toolbox.

“C-wrench?” Lena asked blankly.

“The head looks a capital letter ‘C’” she explained. Her thumb and forefinger demonstrated with a pincer-like gesture.

“Oh.” Lena said, glancing down at the toolbox. She squatted down on her heels and rummaged through it. “Is this it?” she asked, holding out a heavy implement that looked about right.

“Uh…” Patty’s voice went all strained all of a sudden. “No…no, keep looking.”

Frowning, Lena set it aside and kept sifting through the expanded drawers of the chest.

“If that’s not it…I don’t know.”

“Oh it’s there somewhere. Keep going.” Her voice was a little distant.

Lena kept at it, and thought again how nice it was to have a female plumber. A man would be nowhere near as patient. Lena made no apologies for not being good with tools, but men seemed obliged to respond to any display of female ineptitude with much sarcasm and rolling of eyes.

Patty shifted a little bit, and by reflex, Lena glanced over at her. Her overalls were bulging again. Lena’s mouth fell open.

What? she thought stupidly. Already? She just came! What is she, some kind of sex maniac?

Patty had raised a knee slightly for concealment, but Lena could clearly see it, pushing through the pant leg.

Then the penny dropped. Lena's skirt was up above her knees, and her hunkered-down posture was giving Patty, from her low-angle vantage point on the floor, an excellent view up her dress.

She froze. Heat flooded her face, and then her whole body again. The faint, hysterical thought Thank God I touched up my bikini line yesterday popped into her head, and her immediate impulse was to jump to her feet and yank down her hem.

For no reason she could fathom, she didn’t.

In fact–to her own mounting disbelief–she shifted her posture slightly, parting her knees a bit more, until she could the feel cool air way up between her legs. She felt a silvery trickle of glee at Patty’s smothered gasp. All of the wild, out-of-control lust she felt upstairs rushed back with a vengeance.

Oh, this is so bad. So very very bad.

Patty squirmed again, and her bulge throbbed visibly. Lena nearly moaned out loud. She felt a hot, pleasurable pulse between her thighs and her vagina felt swollen and moist. She squirmed, and felt its lips pull lazily apart.

Can she see how wet I am?

Lena picked another tool out of the box at random. “Is this it?” She couldn’t help the huskiness of her voice.

“No…” Patty’s voice had the same quality. “Keep going.”

“How about this one?”

“Mmmmm, no.”

Patty’s bulge hypnotized her. It had swollen so big, and pressed so hard against the leg of her overalls that she could follow the ridges of its veins snaking up to the wide, arrogant bell-crown of its glans. She hungered for it. She licked her lips, trembly and weak with anticipation.

She had run out of tools. Without thinking, she reached over, palmed Patty’s bulge and gave it a firm squeeze.

“Is this it?”

Patty jerked, and Lena heard her bash her head on something under the sink.

Lena smiled. “Careful. You okay?” She rubbed her hand up and down. She couldn’t believe its length. It flexed and surged into a greater, swollen stiffness under her hand. She could feel its heat through the cloth.

Lena, are you insane?

“I … I…” Panic stripped Patty’s voice to a whisper. She wiggled out from under the sink and looked up at Lena with her beautiful eyes wide and terrified. Her cap was gone, and her hair was a little wild.

“I’m sorry, oh God, I…I…can’t lose this job. I can’t…” she spoke in a breathless, frantic squeak. She was on the verge of tears.

Lena maintained her grip. “Relax,” she commanded. “No one’s in trouble. I won’t tell.”

She didn’t know how she could sound so composed with her whole body fairly shaking with excitement. What in the world am I doing?

Her hands moved of their own volition. She watched them cup Patty’s cute, flustered face reassuringly, and then slide down to unbutton her overalls. The girl seemed paralyzed. She watched Lena’s fingers working and didn’t move or say a word. Lena pulled the flaps of her overalls apart, baring Patty’s firm, ripe body, and gasped as that huge pink penis sprang up into freedom.

There it was. It stood so tall, and its faint curve flung the plum-split of the head’s underside toward the ceiling. It was a deep, congested pink at the roots, fading to a marbling of red-and-blue veins on the peachy flesh tones of the stalk, and flushing to the ruddy mauve of its bulb.

God it’s lovely. With trembling fingers, she grasped it and her fingers wouldn’t meet all the way around. It was hot and sticky and fleshy and solid all at once. She squeezed it, and felt it pulse. Ooh, I love it!

Her other hand reached into her overalls and cuddled her balls. They were warm and smooth, save for a scant sprinkling of fine, baby-soft blonde hairs. She hefted them in her palm, savoring their heaviness. She felt like she might giggle or swoon with excitement.

She let a finger trail down to caress Patty’s perineum, and was almost shocked out of her trance by a another great surprise.

Patty had a vagina as well.

At the point where scrotum met body, she felt the center seam of Patty’s sac fatten into a tiny, unexpected arrowhead of soft tissue, and below it …

Her hand trembled as she lifted Patty’s balls and stared down.

Patty whimpered and stared at her in terror. There were tears in her eyes. She gulped with a small choking sound.

A small, detached portion of Lena mind spoke up: she expects me to freak out now. She expects me to be repelled, run screaming or something.

“It’s all right,” said Lena stupidly. “It’s…all right.” It was important to stay in control, even as her mind did somersaults. She was dizzy from the leaps of logic and credulity she had been forced through tonight.

Patty’s vagina was small and perfect, nestled under the overhang of her testicles. The little nub of skin was the hood of her clitoris. It was in exactly the same position on her pelvis as any woman’s vagina was, and the wattles of her sac partially flanked it like membranous wings. Her swollen and exposed clitoris was smaller than Lena’s own. It inched out of its tiny carapace, cute and pink as a rabbit’s nose, and below it, her parted labia revealed a richer, pinker interior that looked as moist as Lena felt.

It didn't repel her. Quite the opposite. Ready to pass out for real this time, Lena passed a finger over it.

It was real. All of this was really happening.

Her finger gently touched the clitoris, and Patty shivered. The blonde moaned softly as she slid her finger down and penetrated her soft, slippery tightness. It was incredible, and Lena moaned a little herself.

She slipped her finger in and out, and twisted it this way and that inside her. The warm, spongy interior of Patty’s vagina grasped her finger just like her own did, and moistened still more. Patty moaned louder.

“Do you like that, Patty?” she asked softly. “Is it nice?”

“Yes,” she choked out. “Yes. It’s…very nice.”

Lena felt as though an invisible hand was pushing her head down. She had to see everything up close.

Lena stretched out on her belly–it was that or collapse–and pillowed her cheek on Patty’s thigh. She stroked her cock gently, and rolled her testicles around under her palm. She was fascinated to see that every time she pulled up on Patty’s ballsack, it tugged back the cowl of her clitoris and spread her labia. She forced her balls up, keeping her vagina well-displayed.

It was so cute her heart melted, looking at it. It was like a beautiful pink teardrop. She inhaled the fleshy sea-salt perfume of aroused female and it enthralled her. There was another note in the bouquet she couldn’t identify, something deep and musky, and then she realized it was the unique hormonal cocktail of Patty’s super-hard penis. She didn’t smell like a man. There was none of the distinctive funk of the male crotch. She smelled like…Patty.

Lena breathed it all in, and let it work on her like the aphrodisiac drug it was. All of her hesitation and nervousness melted away. She opened her eyes and smiled down at her victim, tranquil as a female Buddha.

She kept smiling as she dipped her head and licked Patty’s balls.

The little plumber gasped so sharply it was almost a shriek. Her legs trembled and their smooth skin shimmered in the light.

Lena traced each big orb with her tongue. They were each a little bigger than the jumbo eggs she bought by the dozen from the Korean family down the street. She drew each of them into her mouth and bathed them in saliva. Her tongue rolled and weighed them. They were so big, she couldn’t pull both of them into her mouth at the same time. With a hungry sigh, she pressed her face into Patty’s sac and sucked hard.

Patty moaned, and her hips made a small, sexy writhing movement that pushed herself more firmly against Lena’s face.

After she was satisfied with her ball-play, she licked the tender ridge of tissue down to her clitoris. She made her tongue soft and wet and circled that hypersensitive node with gentle strokes. She was acutely aware of her own experience receiving cunnilingus, and tried to avoid all the mistakes her various boyfriends had made. A gasp, a shudder, and an involuntary groan from Patty told her she was doing well.

She slipped her tongue down deep inside that oozing-wet vagina and swirled around, tasting her fully. Her nectar was tangy and delicious. She thrust her tongue in and out.

“Ohhhh,” moaned Patty. She sounded stunned.

Lena allowed her tongue to drift out of the soft clamp of Patty’s vagina and with great daring-she’d never done this with any of her boyfriends-twirled it about the tightly pursed aperture of her anus.

“Ah!” The little plumber gasped with a twitch. There was a note of disbelief in her voice. Lena couldn’t believe what she was doing herself. She kept doing it, loving that she was blowing the girl’s mind.

“No one…” it came out like a sob, “no one…ever…”

She felt a deep, happy glow and licked Patty’s asshole for awhile. She then made her way back up the fat spine of Patty’s penis. It tasted salty-sweet, with that faint musky Patty-tang. She gripped it with both hands, holding it upright. She could feel the excited shift of tendons and pulsing of blood under her palms.

Patty rose up onto her elbows, staring at her with huge eyes.

Lean winked at her. Dinner time. With a hungry sound, Lena fitted her lips over the rounded snout of her glans and pushed her mouth down.

The girth of Patty’s stalk forced her mouth wide open. She made her lips into a soft, wet ring-cushion and sucked her way down the delicious trunk.
She groaned. God, what a feast!

Her tongue batted and rolled over the satiny head, wiggling under the foreskin and squirming around. As she took more of it into her mouth, its breadth pressed her tongue down, but she still enjoyed the tasty expanse of meat and ridges.

She felt Patty’s glans nudging the entrance to her gullet and she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed her throat. She pushed down and felt that sublime length of cock slip deep down her throat, filling her with its broad warmth until her nose tickled into the spun gold of Patty’s curls.

Humming with triumph, Lena gloried in the little blonde’s moans of delight and amazement. She pulled up, sucking hard, leaving Patty’s pillar gleaming with saliva. At the top, she tongue-whipped the split bottom of the cap for a brief time, admiring the way it made Patty tremble, before burying it deep in her throat again. She set up a rhythm of slow, deep plunges.

She had done quite a lot of deep-throating with her boyfriends, and had discovered a talent for it at an early age, but never before faced such a challenge. It made her preen with pride to be able to handle such a huge organ.

“Oh God,” moaned Patty. Her eyes were like saucers. Her elbows shook, her breasts jiggled from her tremors.

“Mmmmm,” crooned Lena, as she slurped up and down that long, fat pole. She reached up with a lazy hand and fondled Patty’s soft, perfect breasts. She rolled a thumb over her nipple and felt it extend and stiffen. The girl let out a whispery, keening breath. Lena chuckled into her succulent mouthful.

She sucked harder and listened to Patty’s moans grow louder. She thought about Patty’s semen. She recalled the huge volume of it, the way it fountained all over her bathroom mirror. The preseminal fluid filling her mouth was thick and sweet, and she smacked her lips thinking how plentiful and tasty the ejaculate to come would be. The thought of Patty coming in her mouth was very exciting. She was sorely tempted to suck her all the way to orgasm-and from the way she was gasping and shaking, that wasn’t far off-but Lena’s own powerful urges could no longer be denied. There was a hot, almost angry yearning in her loins that needed attention, now.

She sucked her way back up again and removed her mouth. She licked it up and down, thoroughly lubricating it with her saliva and then gave it a moist kiss goodbye.

She stood up and planted a foot on either side of Patty’s hips. She lifted her dress up–Patty gasped loudly at the sight of her nude body, her large bouncing breasts, flared hips and neatly trimmed triangle–and then pulled it all the way off and threw it onto the counter.

Naked, she squatted slowly down on her heels. Her grandiose teats swung forward from her posture. She gripped Patty’s penis in both hands and held it upright and on target as she came down. Its blunt top urged her vulva wide open. She gritted her teeth and kept going down.

Ow, God, she’s huge! Ohhh…it’s all going in me…all the way up inside me…

She moaned a long keening sound of sweet agony. Her vagina was aroused and slippery and ready. It strained, but didn’t balk at gulping down all of that impressive member.

I can feel my pussy spreading, its going wider than it’s ever gone before. Jesus it’s so big. Oh God, it feels so good!

Her teeth clenched and her brow furrowed prettily in beautiful anguish as she lowered her hips, enveloping every inch of Patty’s wide column in her snug, juicy socket. The sheer size of her, and the fact she was taking it, took her breath away.

Patty’s jaw dropped, and Lena thought her eyes might literally pop out of their sockets.

“Oh Lena,” she said in a voice of wonder. “You feel so hot inside…”

Lena felt the tickle of Patty’s pubic hair and her buttocks nestled down upon her balls. She was all the way in.

“Ohhhh, wow,” moaned Lena. She held still for a while, just getting used to the enormity of that hot, living spike embedded so deeply up inside of her.

“Oh God Lena,” Patty cried out sharply, “Lena-!”

Her face flushed scarlet and her whole body shook. She jerked; her cock pulsed in its tight vaginal grip; and then Lena’s eyes rolled back at the sensation of Patty’s climax shooting up inside her. She could feel it hit her cervix in a hard, hot geyser. She could feel her vagina overflow with sperm, feel the rivulets flow down over Patty’s testicles and soak her pubes. It felt wonderful, and she had a trembling little orgasm of her own from the power of it.

“Oh…oh…” Patty cried out in helpless ecstasy. Her hips thrust involuntarily with each spurt, accompanied by a little cry. Finally, her elbows gave way and she fell back to the kitchen tile spread-eagled and panting.

“I couldn’t…I’m sorry…I…” Patty gasped. She looked both languid and chagrined in the aftermath.

Lena shushed her. “Don’t worry baby, everything’s fine.” She smiled down at her. “Did you like that?” she asked impishly.

“Oh God,” Patty moaned again. “Like it? I thought I was going to die, it felt so good.” Her chest hitched a bit and her lip trembled.

“That was so beautiful. No one has ever…I never thought anyone would…”

She burst into tears.

Lena was taken aback. “Hey, now. Don’t cry.”

She lay down on top of her smaller partner, careful not to squash her, and also to keep her cock fully seated where it belonged. The dizzying sensuality of their warm, smooth bodies pressing together almost made her forget she was trying to comfort her.

Her face hovered over Patty’s, and she hesitated. Despite all that she had done so far, she felt an awkward moment of embarrassment. She had never kissed a girl before.

Inside, she snorted. You said you wanted sweeping, positive change. Well here it is. Don’t wuss out.

She took Patty’s flushed, tear-streaked face in her hands, took a deep mental breath and gave her a tender, sisterly kiss.

“It’s okay, really it is,” she whispered. “You were a virgin?”

Patty nodded, snuffling. Her arms encircled Lena and she buried her wet face in her neck. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I don’t know why I’m being so stupid. This was wonderful. I’m so happy. I…”

She broke out into loud, bawling tears again. Her shoulders shook. Lena stroked her hair.

“Shhh, it’s okay, just cry it out honey. It’s okay.”

After about five minutes Patty wept herself dry. She mopped her face with a handkerchief fished out of one of the many pockets of her overalls. She blew her nose-Lena found even that cute-and pocketed the handkerchief with a great, heaving sigh.

“Oh wow, that’s better. Sorry, I just lost it there.” She gave a thick, teary chuckle.

“It’s okay,” Lena said again, chuckling with her. “All better?”

“Yeah. It’s just…I never thought I’d ever…with an actual person, you know? Because of…”

“This?” Lena gave her a squeeze with her vaginal muscles. Patty shivered, then grinned, and craned her head up to kiss her again. There was nothing sisterly about this one. It was a long, slow, tongue-twisting enchantment that curled Lena’s toes.

Ooh, I like kissing girls. I’m definitely doing this again.

Patty’s little hands grew active. They stroked up and down her back and squeezed big handfuls of her abundant rear end.

“God,” Patty sighed. “You’ve got the sexiest body. I can’t believe I’m getting to touch it.”

“You can touch it all you want,” Lena told her softly. That good, sexy melting feeling was strong in her now, making her skin tingle and her insides turn to liquid. It reminded her of her own denied needs.

Patty’s penis had lost some of its iron-like rigidity, but none of its length or girth. Lena gave it another experimental squeeze, and felt it answer with an encouraging throb. She lifted her body from Patty’s embrace and sat upright on her. She rose up slightly and couldn’t help moaning loudly as that limb moved inside her.

She began rising and falling. The friction was heavenly. She kept on moaning.

“Ohhh, sweet Jesus, Patty, you’re big.”

“Sorry.” She smiled and shrugged. “I…having it…wasn’t my idea.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s great. I love it,” she declared.

Patty’s nimble fingers roamed her hips and belly. They played in her navel, making Lena squeal. They slid up and seized her breasts with a firm, sure grasp. Lena watched them sink into her lushness and squeeze. Patty gripped just hard enough to make her squirm. She took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched them with delicate force. It made Lena moan and cry out.

“Oh God, you’re wonderful!”

Patty looked up at her with a delighted grin that went ear-to-ear.

Lena took longer strokes, drawing out the wet sluice of Patty’s bulk against her sensitive insides. Her breasts began to bounce. Patty began thrusting up with her hips, adding her own momentum to Lena’s rising pleasure.

“Yes…that’s it…fuck me, Patty, fuck me!”

Lena angled her body so that her clitoris pressed upon Patty’s hot trunk on the downslide, and with a wheezing gasp, suddenly she was coming again. This time it wasn’t a small one.

Her breath burst out of her in an actual scream as her whole body convulsed in rhythmic, orgasmic waves. Her thighs, her breasts, her buttocks, every soft part of her jiggled from the force of it. Lights blazed behind her closed eyelids and she thought the pulses would never stop. She was actually whimpering by the end of it, wracked by the most powerful and pleasurable climax of her life.

“Lena…Lena are you okay?”

Patty’s anxious voice seemed to come from a long way away.

“I’m fine.” Her voice was a croak. “Really. Never better. Never…”

She nearly fell over and steadied herself. She took a deep breath. Let it out in a laughing kind of hoot.

“Whoa boy, that was really something. Woo-hoo.” Her eyes were teary as she looked down at her plumber. “You’re really something, Patty.”

She blushed in response, and ran her hands up and down Lena’s thighs.

“Do you, um, always get off like that?”

“Almost never,” she answered with bleary honesty. “That was fantastic.” An exquisite little aftershock rippled through her. “Ooh!”

She was sweaty, trembling and profoundly happy all over.

Patty rose up on her elbows again and Lena bent down and embraced her. Their lips smushed together in a serious lovers’ kiss. Lena hugged her tight, pressing their upper bodies together. She thrust her tongue into Patty’s mouth and was overjoyed when she sucked on it.

“Lena.” Patty’s voice was quiet. “Do you think you could…lie back?”

Lena paused, then caught her intent. “All right.”

Gingerly, she lay back on the cool tile of her kitchen floor. Patty followed, keeping her cock fully seated. She shrugged her arms out of her overalls and kicked her feet free of it. She came to rest lying on top of Lena completely naked with her hips nestled between Lena’s widely-spread legs. Lena ran her hands over the bare skin of her ass and back, cooing appreciatively. She was smooth and tan and warm all over.

Patty filled her hands with Lena’s breasts again and began sucking hard. She battered Lena’s nipples with her tongue and gently tugged on them with her teeth. They engorged like tiny penises in her mouth. She sucked them in bliss and her eyes closed.

Lena moaned. She was startled, but certainly not displeased at the girl’s aggressiveness. Patty’s determined nursing and nipping felt so good she thought she might dissolve in ecstasy.

“Love your boobs, Lena,” Patty mumbled. “They’re so big and soft.”

Her hips began moving. Slowly and tentatively at first, but when Lena made no protest, she sawed her hips back and forth, plumbing the busty brunette’s pussy with long, slurping strokes.

“Ooh!” squealed Lena.

“Oh, sorry, should I stop?” She paused, her face a conflict between desire and worry.

“No, don’t you dare! That means it’s good! Keep going!”

Patty laughed and resumed thrusting. She gyrated her hips to stimulate Lena’s vagina from every angle. She canted her hips forward so her shaft pressed against Lena’s clitoris on the in-stroke and was rewarded with a cry of delight.

She thrust harder, faster, battering Lena’s womb with her enormous penis until the bigger woman began to lose control again.

Lena wrapped her arms and legs around her and wailed as her next orgasm rose up within her, hovered in indecision for an agonizing instant, and then exploded.

Oh God, I’m coming again…and God oh God I don’t think it’s stopping! Oh God, oh sweet Jesus again! And again!

Lena screamed in triumph until she went hoarse, and then, on the starry verge of her next climax, she heard Patty crying out a now-familiar refrain.

“Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, oh God, yeah …”

She felt her cock pulse inside her, felt its rhythmic swelling as burning jets of sperm flooded her. She came so hard from the sensation, she fainted.

***

When she came to, a very sweaty Patty was panting into her bosom, slumped on top of her. Her weight felt satisfying. Patty’s face glowed with contentment, and her lips curled in a smile so sweet and happy it pierced Lena’s heart. She wanted that smile in her life, she realized–wanted to see it every day, if possible.

She tilted her head down and kissed Patty’s forehead. She looked up at her, and the smile became knowing, bewitching.

“You,” said Patty, “are awesome.”

“Thanks,” she answered. A rather foolish grin spread over her face. She couldn’t help it.

Her stomach rumbled. They both started, and then giggled at the noise.

“God I’m starving,” yawned Lena. She never got around to making dinner, she remembered.

“Same here,” said Patty. “I’ve been on the go since breakfast.”

“Um,” Lena suggested, “do you want to go out to dinner with me?”

She hadn’t cancelled the reservations, she recalled. They were running a little late, but they would still be good. “I’ve got a table booked at this fantastic place. My treat.”

“I’ll need a shower first,” Patty ruminated. “My street clothes are in the van.”

“Mmm." She patted Patty's rear end. "A shower sounds good.”

They both winced as Patty pulled herself free. It seemed to take forever for every last inch of her to slip out. Lena’s vagina kept on twitching and clamping, unwilling to let her go.

Patty stood, and her dripping, thickly detumescent penis swung and bounced. She turned to go upstairs and Lena’s lips pursed at the view. Patty had a marvelously big ass for such a svelte girl.

“Patty,” she commanded. “Wait.”

The little blonde turned and obediently stood at the doorway.

Lena crawled over to her on her hands and knees. Standing up just seemed like too much effort. Her swinging breasts felt so swollen she fancied her nipples were nearly brushing the linoleum.

She rose to her knees at Patty’s feet, and let her hands flow up the backs of her legs until they cupped and squeezed her bum. She opened her mouth and sucked her slimy pungent dick inside. Lena’s eyelids fluttered shut in ecstasy. The girl made a sweet little sound of surprise, and then a trembling little sigh of surrender.

Lena slurped and smacked, and in no time Patty was rising, lengthening, fattening. Lena squeezed her balls with one hand and sent the index and middle finger of the other straight up Patty’s vagina. Patty gasped. Lena rubbed the pads of her fingers over her G-spot and rotated her thumb on her clitoris.

While keeping her index finger buried, she withdrew her well-moistened middle finger and slipped it up Patty’s anus without missing a beat. Her thumb kept rubbing her joy-button. Patty emitted a little ‘eek’ sound and rose onto her toes.

She sucked hard, pumping her head back and forth, and felt Patty’s balls swell up and pull tight to her root. She heard her breathing quicken and then elongate into moans. She felt the anxious tightness in her thighs, the involuntary thrust of her hips. Patty’s fingers ran through her curls, and then gripped handfuls for purchase.

Lena lavished attention on the upper third of her cock with her lips and tongue and released her balls to grab and jack the lower half with an urgent, demanding stroke.

She mumbled and murmured into her cock, coaxing her toward climax. She desired it with a need almost as fierce as Patty’s.

The girl rocked on her heels, thrusting her penis in and out of Lena’s mouth. She cried out, “Oooh Lena, ooh, it’s coming, ooh…”

And then that fat meaty cock was throbbing and spewing its tasty thick semen right into her mouth. Her eyes closed, and rolled behind their lids as she swallowed. Delicious. The bland, almost-salty-almost-sweet taste drove her wild and she sucked and gulped for it like a madwoman.

Mmmm, so much! So wonderful!

When she stopped shooting and softened in her mouth, only then did Lena let it fall from her lips; she sucked hard at the top and then let it go with a popping sound. She watched it droop in a tired, heavy arc and licked her lips. She felt languid and slutty and very, very satisfied. It was a wonderful feeling. It was as though she were the one who’d climaxed.

Patty swayed, and braced herself with both hands on the doorframe. She gave Lena a tired grin. Her honey-amber locks trailed loosely over her shoulders, hung in her eyes.

“Whoa,” she sighed. “You must really like my thing.”

Is that what she calls it? Her thing? Hmmm, we might need to do some perspective-changing here.

Lena gave her penis a squeeze and let a final pearl of semen ooze onto her extended tongue. She swallowed and smiled up at her.

“I like it very much,” she answered.

Was it the light, or were Patty’s eyes moist? She cleared her throat.

“You, um, like…me?”

Lena peered into her eyes. The question was deceptively casual.

“Yes,” she answered honestly, “I do.”

Patty’s cheeks turned pink and she bit her lip as a small, infinitely happy smile tried to curl it.

“Come on,” laughed Lena extending her hand. “Help me up. Let’s take that shower.”

***

The rest of the evening had the hazy quality of an erotic dream. In the shower, after they had thoroughly scrubbed each other clean, Lena asked Patty to kneel before her and eat her out. She obeyed eagerly. The sight of that adorable, pretty little face nuzzling her vulva, licking and sucking, made her scream with ecstasy.

Oh God, she’s eating me out…a pretty girl is sucking my pussy…

This would only be the first of many dreams fulfilled, she promised herself. She felt powerful and endlessly orgasmic.

They would come back here after their wonderful dinner, she thought dizzily. And there would the whole night to spend, drinking wine and getting to know each other fully in bed. They would fuck each other to sleep, and even in their sleep, if possible.

And in the days ahead, there would be time, she thought, to dress Patty up in black stockings and high heels and make her whack Lena’s big ass with a belt and redden it before climbing on to take her doggie-style. There would be time for her to teach Patty to tie her down and spank her, and all the other things that she could never trust her boyfriends enough to try with them. Things that she never even knew she wanted. She knew Patty would deny her nothing.

Everything, it seemed, was suddenly possible. There were limits to test and boundaries to breach. And in the meantime, there was this whole long first night to explore every inch of each other and learn what great pleasures each could provide. She shuddered and came again at the thought, juicing Patty’s busily working mouth. She noted that her penis was rising again.

Well, why not?

She got down on all fours.

“Patty…” her voice was a husky whisper. “There’s baby oil next to the shampoo. In my ass, okay?”

She closed her eyes.

Ooooh …positive change is sometimes painful…at first. Ooh!

She winced, bit her lip, and felt her life’s new course ease into place.


(The End)

This story is copyright the author ©2008.

Wow! great story man...

Alright, this one is fucking amazing!
I want a sequel!!!

Best... Story... Ever...

wayy too long, great story though

great story but what happens next?

One of the best stories here I read so far ;)