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24/10/2012
It was one of those dog days of summer in late August. The temperature was in the low 90s and humidity was pretty high as well. There was virtually no breeze to be found and the air just kind of hung there.
The old house didn’t have air conditioning, so I had all of the windows open, trying to sweet-talk in any faint breeze I could. One lone fan was placed in front of the shady side of the house begging cooler air to enter.
I had started the day in a t-shirt and pair of cut-off jeans, but I lost the shirt by mid-morning as the temperature climbed as fast as the small gecko on the far wall. Even with little on, the sweat ran down my torso in rivulets of white.
I started stripping the old plaster inside walls in the living room and the air was fogged with a fine white dust. The plaster dust clung to my sweaty body, making me look like an albino. The beads of sweat the trialed down me washed small stripes into the dust. When I went into the bathroom and saw myself, I thought I looked like a human zebra.
It was about mid-afternoon and I had almost finished stripping the second wall when I heard a knock on the door. The last thing I wanted was someone to interrupt my work. It was hard enough in the heat and breathing plaster dust, but interruption – aaaaahhhhh I thought to myself.
Before starting to the door, I grabbed a rag to wipe myself off, but then figured that it would be easier to get rid of whoever it was if they saw me covered in the white sweaty paste. With an impatient voice, I pulled the door open and asked what they wanted, before I even saw who it was.
There before me stood a couple of high school girls wearing short shorts, halter tops and big smiles. They explained that their car had overheated and wondered if I could help them. They were on their way to someplace that really didn’t matter to me and if not for the two of them looking so innocent and cute, I would have probable tossed them a bucket and pointed to the hose.
Instead, I apologized for my appearance and explained I was remodeling the old house. I asked them in while I took a moment to wipe off the white film I was covered in. They told me that their car was about a quarter of a mile down the road and this was the first house they saw and noticed the truck in the driveway.
I grabbed some tools, a couple containers of water, jumped in the truck and drove down to the still steaming car. As soon as I opened the hood, I saw that the radiator hose had come loose from the radiator. I pointed it out to the girls and told them I could have this fixed in no time. They started to say that they would be ever so grateful and would do anything they could to repay when I stopped them and warned them about saying things that would get them in trouble. I said it wasn’t a problem and I’d have them on their way in a couple of minutes.
Using a rag to keep from getting burned, I managed to get the hose back on the radiator and was pleased to see that the clamp was still there. A few turns of a screwdriver to tighten the clamp, I slowly added the water I had brought along. Securing the radiator cap, I closed the hood of the car, loaded up my tools and said my goodbye to the girls. One of them gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as she said thank you.
I got in my truck and drove back to the house. It was hot enough outside, but when I entered the house, it felt like a sauna. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and surveyed the progress I had made and debated if I was going to continue or call it a night and return the next day.
Finishing the beer, I decided to continue at least long enough to get the second wall stripped down to the framing. Grabbing hammer and pry bar, I began to loosen one slat after another, causing the plaster to break, fall and send up white cloud of dust like earlier. I thought to myself that tomorrow I needed to stop at the hardware store for a breathing mask so I wouldn’t inhale all of this powder into my lungs.
Another hour passed and I found myself coming to the corner of the wall. I loaded up a wheelbarrow full of debris and started out the door and just about ran over the two girls that I had helped earlier. I asked what they were doing here and they said that they had been talking and felt that they had not properly thanked me for helping them. I tried to insist that it wasn’t necessary, but they kept insisting.
I emptied the wheelbarrow at the debris pile behind the house. The girls followed me and commented about how secluded the house and yard was. Without thinking, I agreed with them and headed back for another load. As I rounded the house with a load of plaster and wood, I almost dumped my load (debris) as I saw both girls lying naked on the back lawn.
Regaining my senses, I emptied the wheelbarrow and casually walked over the girls and asked what they thought they were doing? Thanking you they said. I told them I was nearly old enough to be their father and that I was all covered with dust and dirt and there was shower or tub in the house.
Hearing the stream through the trees, the girls told me to follow them and they headed off towards the sound. I knew the stream was there and that there were several nice deep pools that were great for swimming. Even during summer, this section of the stream rarely had visitors.
The girls stopped, turned and faced me. Doing their best to avoid getting too dirty, they unbuttoned the fly on my jean cut-offs and slowly pulled them down. The blonde (the other was a natural redhead) jumped back when my manhood popped out from my shorts, nearly hitting her on the nose. Red, as I called her, grabbed my cock, stood up and said to follow her. She led me to the edge of the water and began to dip the tip of her toe to see how cold the water was. I couldn’t resist temptation and pushed in the water. Blondie began to laugh at her friend and I whipped around, grabbed her and swung her about 10 feet out into the water. You could have heard her scream for a mile, but I was pretty confident that no one was within earshot.
I jumped in with the two girls and the cool water felt very refreshing. The first thing I did was to try to wash off all of the plaster dust and sweat that accumulated on most of my body. Blondie and Red were frolicking in the water like the school girls they were, but as soon as I finished my bath, I asked them exactly what they had in mind.
Both girls swam up to me and simultaneously took hold of my cock which had reduced in size when it hit the cold water. Feeling the touch of the young hands, it quickly returned to its working size. The girls commented that it was long enough for each of the hands to grab ahold. Evidently, they had never seen one that long before.
They tugged me over to shallower water and we walked onto a small sandbar and lay down together. Blondie was on one side of me and Red was on the other. As they began to kiss and lick my cock, I asked them how old they were. They told me old enough to know what to do and not to worry about it, so I didn’t.
I closed my eyes and just laid there as the licking turned to sucking. When you are experiencing such delight and have your eyes closed, time has no bearing. After I don’t know how long, I felt one of the girls move and straddle my face. She lowered her herself down onto my mouth and began to taste her wetness as the other one sat on my cock and began to ride it like a jockey on a horse.
My tongue explored every part of her female nature and whenever my tongue dove deep into her, I could feel her squirm on my face. Then I focused on her clit and working it as best I could. It didn’t take long before I could feel her begin to buck up and down and twist and turn as her orgasm climbed and climbed until it exploded like a new oil well gushes up. As she came her whole body shivered and then virtually collapsed on my face.
As the one on my face came all over me, I could no longer contain my own control and erupted my own fountain up inside the one riding my cock. In response to my hot load pouring into the girl sitting on me, I felt her pussy clamp around my cock and then she came in a climax so intense that it almost made her fall off of me.
A few minutes later, they both rolled off me and just lay there on the ground trying to catch their breath and strength. I was just about to doze off from the ecstasy of what just happened when I felt mounting me again, one on my cock and one on my face. I kept my eye closed again and experienced a repeat of what had just taken place a few minutes earlier.
It wasn’t difficult to tell that the girls had switched places and that the one I was now eating out was the one that had just rode my cock as she was extra juicy and her pussy was still open. The one on my cock felt much tighter than the first one. The sensation of such a tight pussy put me over the edge much quicker than the first time and I shot my load deep into her.
A few moments later, both girls came just a few second apart. Again they rolled off me the three of us just lay there on the ground, soaking in the sun and the experience we all had. The sounds of the stream around us just added to the sense of surreal pleasure we all felt.
Sometime later, I stood up and turned and looked at the two girls as they continued to lay in sand with smiles on their faces. At the time, I didn’t know which girl was which when they began to straddle me, but as I gazed down upon them; I surmised that the last one to ride me who was so tight was Red. I never asked them and they never told me.
We swan for a while, laid out in the sun to dry off and then headed back to the house. The girls got dressed, each gave me a kiss and said thank you again for helping with the car and that they hoped that I had enjoyed their show of gratitude. They got in their car and I watched them drive down the road and then realized that they never told me their names and never asked for mine.
I called it quits for the day, locked up the old house, got in my truck and drove home where I showered, grabbed another beer, sat back in my recliner and relived my summer afternoon experience and had dreams that night unlike any I had ever had before.
The old house didn’t have air conditioning, so I had all of the windows open, trying to sweet-talk in any faint breeze I could. One lone fan was placed in front of the shady side of the house begging cooler air to enter.
I had started the day in a t-shirt and pair of cut-off jeans, but I lost the shirt by mid-morning as the temperature climbed as fast as the small gecko on the far wall. Even with little on, the sweat ran down my torso in rivulets of white.
I started stripping the old plaster inside walls in the living room and the air was fogged with a fine white dust. The plaster dust clung to my sweaty body, making me look like an albino. The beads of sweat the trialed down me washed small stripes into the dust. When I went into the bathroom and saw myself, I thought I looked like a human zebra.
It was about mid-afternoon and I had almost finished stripping the second wall when I heard a knock on the door. The last thing I wanted was someone to interrupt my work. It was hard enough in the heat and breathing plaster dust, but interruption – aaaaahhhhh I thought to myself.
Before starting to the door, I grabbed a rag to wipe myself off, but then figured that it would be easier to get rid of whoever it was if they saw me covered in the white sweaty paste. With an impatient voice, I pulled the door open and asked what they wanted, before I even saw who it was.
There before me stood a couple of high school girls wearing short shorts, halter tops and big smiles. They explained that their car had overheated and wondered if I could help them. They were on their way to someplace that really didn’t matter to me and if not for the two of them looking so innocent and cute, I would have probable tossed them a bucket and pointed to the hose.
Instead, I apologized for my appearance and explained I was remodeling the old house. I asked them in while I took a moment to wipe off the white film I was covered in. They told me that their car was about a quarter of a mile down the road and this was the first house they saw and noticed the truck in the driveway.
I grabbed some tools, a couple containers of water, jumped in the truck and drove down to the still steaming car. As soon as I opened the hood, I saw that the radiator hose had come loose from the radiator. I pointed it out to the girls and told them I could have this fixed in no time. They started to say that they would be ever so grateful and would do anything they could to repay when I stopped them and warned them about saying things that would get them in trouble. I said it wasn’t a problem and I’d have them on their way in a couple of minutes.
Using a rag to keep from getting burned, I managed to get the hose back on the radiator and was pleased to see that the clamp was still there. A few turns of a screwdriver to tighten the clamp, I slowly added the water I had brought along. Securing the radiator cap, I closed the hood of the car, loaded up my tools and said my goodbye to the girls. One of them gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as she said thank you.
I got in my truck and drove back to the house. It was hot enough outside, but when I entered the house, it felt like a sauna. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and surveyed the progress I had made and debated if I was going to continue or call it a night and return the next day.
Finishing the beer, I decided to continue at least long enough to get the second wall stripped down to the framing. Grabbing hammer and pry bar, I began to loosen one slat after another, causing the plaster to break, fall and send up white cloud of dust like earlier. I thought to myself that tomorrow I needed to stop at the hardware store for a breathing mask so I wouldn’t inhale all of this powder into my lungs.
Another hour passed and I found myself coming to the corner of the wall. I loaded up a wheelbarrow full of debris and started out the door and just about ran over the two girls that I had helped earlier. I asked what they were doing here and they said that they had been talking and felt that they had not properly thanked me for helping them. I tried to insist that it wasn’t necessary, but they kept insisting.
I emptied the wheelbarrow at the debris pile behind the house. The girls followed me and commented about how secluded the house and yard was. Without thinking, I agreed with them and headed back for another load. As I rounded the house with a load of plaster and wood, I almost dumped my load (debris) as I saw both girls lying naked on the back lawn.
Regaining my senses, I emptied the wheelbarrow and casually walked over the girls and asked what they thought they were doing? Thanking you they said. I told them I was nearly old enough to be their father and that I was all covered with dust and dirt and there was shower or tub in the house.
Hearing the stream through the trees, the girls told me to follow them and they headed off towards the sound. I knew the stream was there and that there were several nice deep pools that were great for swimming. Even during summer, this section of the stream rarely had visitors.
The girls stopped, turned and faced me. Doing their best to avoid getting too dirty, they unbuttoned the fly on my jean cut-offs and slowly pulled them down. The blonde (the other was a natural redhead) jumped back when my manhood popped out from my shorts, nearly hitting her on the nose. Red, as I called her, grabbed my cock, stood up and said to follow her. She led me to the edge of the water and began to dip the tip of her toe to see how cold the water was. I couldn’t resist temptation and pushed in the water. Blondie began to laugh at her friend and I whipped around, grabbed her and swung her about 10 feet out into the water. You could have heard her scream for a mile, but I was pretty confident that no one was within earshot.
I jumped in with the two girls and the cool water felt very refreshing. The first thing I did was to try to wash off all of the plaster dust and sweat that accumulated on most of my body. Blondie and Red were frolicking in the water like the school girls they were, but as soon as I finished my bath, I asked them exactly what they had in mind.
Both girls swam up to me and simultaneously took hold of my cock which had reduced in size when it hit the cold water. Feeling the touch of the young hands, it quickly returned to its working size. The girls commented that it was long enough for each of the hands to grab ahold. Evidently, they had never seen one that long before.
They tugged me over to shallower water and we walked onto a small sandbar and lay down together. Blondie was on one side of me and Red was on the other. As they began to kiss and lick my cock, I asked them how old they were. They told me old enough to know what to do and not to worry about it, so I didn’t.
I closed my eyes and just laid there as the licking turned to sucking. When you are experiencing such delight and have your eyes closed, time has no bearing. After I don’t know how long, I felt one of the girls move and straddle my face. She lowered her herself down onto my mouth and began to taste her wetness as the other one sat on my cock and began to ride it like a jockey on a horse.
My tongue explored every part of her female nature and whenever my tongue dove deep into her, I could feel her squirm on my face. Then I focused on her clit and working it as best I could. It didn’t take long before I could feel her begin to buck up and down and twist and turn as her orgasm climbed and climbed until it exploded like a new oil well gushes up. As she came her whole body shivered and then virtually collapsed on my face.
As the one on my face came all over me, I could no longer contain my own control and erupted my own fountain up inside the one riding my cock. In response to my hot load pouring into the girl sitting on me, I felt her pussy clamp around my cock and then she came in a climax so intense that it almost made her fall off of me.
A few minutes later, they both rolled off me and just lay there on the ground trying to catch their breath and strength. I was just about to doze off from the ecstasy of what just happened when I felt mounting me again, one on my cock and one on my face. I kept my eye closed again and experienced a repeat of what had just taken place a few minutes earlier.
It wasn’t difficult to tell that the girls had switched places and that the one I was now eating out was the one that had just rode my cock as she was extra juicy and her pussy was still open. The one on my cock felt much tighter than the first one. The sensation of such a tight pussy put me over the edge much quicker than the first time and I shot my load deep into her.
A few moments later, both girls came just a few second apart. Again they rolled off me the three of us just lay there on the ground, soaking in the sun and the experience we all had. The sounds of the stream around us just added to the sense of surreal pleasure we all felt.
Sometime later, I stood up and turned and looked at the two girls as they continued to lay in sand with smiles on their faces. At the time, I didn’t know which girl was which when they began to straddle me, but as I gazed down upon them; I surmised that the last one to ride me who was so tight was Red. I never asked them and they never told me.
We swan for a while, laid out in the sun to dry off and then headed back to the house. The girls got dressed, each gave me a kiss and said thank you again for helping with the car and that they hoped that I had enjoyed their show of gratitude. They got in their car and I watched them drive down the road and then realized that they never told me their names and never asked for mine.
I called it quits for the day, locked up the old house, got in my truck and drove home where I showered, grabbed another beer, sat back in my recliner and relived my summer afternoon experience and had dreams that night unlike any I had ever had before.
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Elias
