I may have given you the impression life with my ten-year-old son came without complications. Up until this point in the story, I've painted a pretty glossy picture of Isaac. Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing kid. But he went through a lot of changes between the divorce and the move, and the dam had to break sometime.
That sometime came on one of my rare weekdays off, when I was vigorously fucking the everloving hell out of someone new.
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I had a rare Friday off, so I called Sarah to see if she was around and wanted me to take a look at her rain gutters like we'd talked about at the neighborhood party. She was home too, and told me to come on by. I loaded up my ladder into the back of my truck, feeling pretty good about life in general. That week was intensely busy for a lot of reasons -- overtime, mostly, but also I'd taken a couple hours off to take my electrician's exam and passed with damn near a perfect score. I had planned on working the construction job for six months, but given that my employer was a royally incompetent douchebag who was going to get someone killed, I was thinking sooner rather than later.
But I was in a pretty good spot to go solo. One of my former employers knew my work ethic and success as an electrician in my last city, and let me know he'd be willing to front me whatever I needed to get up and running. I'd probably need it to get myself set back up as far as tools and advertising, but he was a good guy and wasn't going to dick me over on interest. I was thinking about giving him a call when Jenna, my sexy model friend-with-benefits popped out her front door. I grinned as she jogged over. Even in sweats and a tee shirt, she still made me half-hard.
"Hey you," she said.
"Hey," I said. "Just heading on over to Sarah's to check up on her rain gutters for her."
"Is that the excuse she came up with?"
I laughed. "I mean, hey, it's better than her saying she needed me to give her plumbing a good look, right?"
She smiled and I pulled her to me for a good long kiss that left one of her feet kicking backwards. "Mm, wish I could have you to myself, but I'm off too. Photoshoot." She tugged at her shirt. "Not in this, obviously. But it's for a pizza place and they have their own clothes they want me to model for an ad."
"Even if you modeled in that, you'd break hearts," I said, and squeezed her ass.
"Aw, thanks. You two kids have fun now. Sarah likes to put on an uppity front, but she's a sweetheart once you get to know her. And she has claaaaws." Jenna shook her head, smiling. "I broke up with a guy and three hours later he was at her door. She kicked him in the nuts."
"Good for her," I said.
"Mm hm."
A thought struck me, and I said, "Hey. I was going to stop and get condoms, but when you suggested you, me, and Yvonne get tested for STDs so we didn't have to worry about them, did that include Sarah?" I tried to seem natural about the next part. "And the twins?"
Yes, oh wicked reader of mine, if you missed the previous installment of this batshit crazy story, there were honest-to-God twins on the block who seemed to be into me. Twins. TWINS.
Jenna gave me a sly smile. "Why? Thinking about putting that nice big dick in Sarah's slutty pussy? Maybe taking that big juicy ass?" Lower, she asked, "What about London and Dakota? Maybe both of them licking your cock? Did you know Yvonne and I have a bet we're hoping you can settle about them? We want to know if they've ever, mm, been together. She says yes. I say no."
The thought of the gorgeous lithe blonde twins eating each other out made me shiver and harden completely. "Fuck," I grunted. "Well, now I have to know too."
Jenna giggled. "To answer your question. I do know who's been tested on the block in case you come around and who hasn't. If they have, I'll tell them to give you a code phrase before you get really into it. Maybe... hm... 'Give me a taste of that cocksicle.'"
I groaned. "What about... 'itchy crotch?'"
She pondered that. "Good, good. But I think it'd kill the mood. 'Plunder my booty?'"
"Speaking of..." I squeezed her ass again. I'd been dreaming of taking it. Yvonne's too.
"Ooh," Jenna said. "Naughty boy. How about... 'wet pussies need creaming cocks?'" I stared at her for a long minute, my mind totally gone to some divine place. She reached down and squeezed my prick. "I think we have a winner."
"Yeah," I said. "That'll do."
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Sarah's home was almost reminiscent of some Grecian seaside village in its washed creamy stone exterior and the small balconies. I wasn't sure I liked it, but it had character. I pulled into her driveway next to a crossover. I grabbed my ladder from the truck. Not knowing yet what the damage was to the rain gutters, I left my tools in the truck bed toolbox for the moment. Sarah told me over the phone to just let myself into the backyard. The metal gate was propped open with a brick, so I came in, kicked the obstruction away, and let the gate swing shut and latch before I headed in past two rows of gorgeous flowerbeds.
She rested on a lounger in profile to me, and the air froze inside my lungs. The tie-dyed bikini she wore covered nothing of the sides of her enormous chest, and clung for all it was worth to her nipples. Her auburn hair was done in messy ponytail pigtails. She turned her head just so to look at me through a pair of sleek blue sunglasses. Her bent knee came down, and the other up, putting her thigh and one of her asscheeks on a nice display for me.
"Oh hey," she said, and flicked a finger up towards the roof of the building. "Just going to do some sunbathing while you're working."
"Sure," I said, playing it casual mostly because I was completely dumbstruck as to what to say. About fifteen fantasies rushed through my mind all at once. Those big tits all oiled up, my cock pumping through them. Her being eaten out by Jenna on her hands and knees. My cock jettisoning all over her round face. Most powerful of all was an image of her riding me, those tits bouncing up and down as she fucked me stupid.
She set aside the sunglasses as I unfolded the ladder and climbed up. The rain gutters were dirty, but mostly fine. I'd have to run some water down them to check for leaks and clean them out, but all in all, I probably wasn't looking at more than a couple hours' worth of work.
I glanced down. Sarah was looking sideways, studiously not at me, and sat up to tug her far-too-small top tighter against her tits, making them pillow out even further.
