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   HANDY MAN
   J Ryter
   As soon as the mailman came by, I grabbed my mail out of the mailbox and
ran to my old pickup, ripping the thin brown envelope open and looking at
the check, as if I thought they may have paid me more this week.  They
hadn't.
   I pulled a ballpoint pen out of the ashtray and signed the back of the
unemployment check.  Three hundred and twenty bucks a week wasn't a lot for
a man to live on, but I still haven't given up hope.  I backed out of the
small parking lot next to the two story apartments I lived in.  They were
run down and bug infested, but it was all I could afford.  The one I live
in is a furnished, one bedroom, with kitchenette.  With my water furnished,
I got it for two seventy five a month.  It was a rat hole in the slum part
of town and if the Health Department inspectors ever came by, they'd shut
the whole thing down.  I guess that's the reason the old woman rents them
so cheap.
   She runs all five of the small apartments off the same water meter, with
three, 50 gallon water heaters for five small apartments.  If you're taking
a shower, you better hurry before someone turns their water on or flushes,
you could either get scalded or a take cold shower.
   I had a full schedule planned for today, first to the bank to get this
check cashed, get gas in my pickup, run by and get some dry noodles,
bologna, cheese, bread and a package of oatmeal.  Then I had to run by the
printer's and pick up my `Handy-Man' flyers I had them print.
   There was a new cashier at the drive-in window at the branch bank I
always go to and I had to show my ID.  I was in a hurry, but I sure liked
looking at the girl sitting at the cashier's desk in the window.  She
smiled when she dropped my cash envelope in the tray and hit the lever on
the cash drawer.  I looked up and smiled back at her, as she wished me a
good weekend.
   "You too Miss," I said and rolled my old truck up out of the way to
count my money.  It was all there and I took off for the Murphy's Oil gas
station at Wal-Mart to get gas for my truck, they're three cents a gallon
cheaper than anyone in town, if you have a Wal-Mart shopping card, and I
always try to keep at least fifty dollars on that card account just to buy
gas on.  It took sixty dollars, but I filled the old truck up this week,
because I was going over to Wyman to get some of dad's tools so I could
start doing some handy-man jobs.
   It cost me twenty four bucks and twenty cents for my flyers, and I
hurried home to put my few groceries up.  Then I drove all over town,
putting flyers up in the windows of stores, gas stations, and super
markets, where they'd let me and on their `community boards' at others.  I
bought some more minutes for my pre-paid cell phone and counted my money.
With what I already had, plus my check, I had sixty nine dollars and some
change left in my pocket when I got through with all this.  Not counting my
two hundred and seventy five dollars rent money, which was due on Tuesday.
   I was half way to Wyman when my cell phone rang, making me jump, because
my phone never rings, "Hello, Bill here," I was hoping this was a call
about a handy-man job.
   "Bill, my name is George Waller, I saw your flyer at the gas station and
wanted to know how good a carpenter you were, I need some boards replaced
on my porch and some steps built with hand rails," the man said as I pulled
over at an intersection so I could talk and write.  I flipped one of the
flyers over and wrote his name on the back.
   "Well, Mr.  Waller, my dad has been a carpenter all his life and I
worked for him all through high school and until I got out of college and
got a full time job.  I worked at the factory here in Meade Junction for
eight years and was assistant plant manager the last four, before I lost my
job when they shut down and moved to Mexico.  I'm just trying to get by
until I can find something better," I told the man the truth.
   "How much do you charge Bill?" he asked.
   "I charge less than the going rate Mr.  Waller, all I ask is fifteen
dollars an hour cash and I furnish all my own tools," I told him and
cringed when he didn't say anything at first.
   "I figure it'll take a good carpenter four hours to do what I need, I'll
pay you seventy five, if you pick up the materials yourself and can be here
early Monday morning," he said and I nearly dropped my ballpoint pen, I was
shaking so hard.
   "Yes Sir, what's your address and I'll come by Sunday and measure it all
out and be at Moorelands lumber shed when they open on Monday," I told him,
I was still shaking, I was so scared he would back out.
   He told me his address and I wrote it by his name with his phone number.
"I'll be there about mid-afternoon Sunday Mr.  Waller, and thanks for
calling."
   "See you then Bill, have a good weekend," he said and hung up.
   Seventy five dollars; if I can just get two jobs a week like this, for
cash; I can make it until I get my `Handy-Man' business built up.  I sure
don't think this economy is going anywhere for a while and there's just not
any jobs around here to be had.
   Mom and dad were sitting on the porch when I drove up and before I could
get out of the truck, they were headed my way along the walk.
   "Just pull on out to the shop Bill, I got all the tools already set out
for you, we'll get them loaded up; your mom has some chicken fried for
supper," dad said and I drove slowly across the grass where the old drive
had been when he was working full time.
   I backed up to the double wooden doors and dad opened both of them wide.
The first thing I saw was his old pickup-bed topper sitting on top of some
sawhorses with all his tools on the floor near the door.
   "Dad, you may need..." I started.
   "Bill, I'm retired, if I need something fixed, I'll call you.  You know
a man can make a good living doing handy-man jobs and carpentry work," he
told me for the thousandth time.
   "I know Dad and I sure am glad you showed me how to cut angles, doorstep
stringers and frame a room, if I can make this work, I may just stay with
it.  It scares me to think about working for another big company that can
shut down and go to Mexico overnight," I told him the truth and it made him
smile that I was seeing things his way after all this time.
   "You can make it Billy, your daddy made us a good living, paid for your
education and paid off our home on handy-man and carpentry pay," mom said.
   "I know it Mom, and I thank you and dad for helping me get started this
way.  I already got a job for Monday that will make me seventy five
dollars."
   "Bill, that's great.  You'll make it, I just know you will.  Go see the
bankers that have foreclosed on all those homes, they'll need good
repairmen to get them back in shape to re-sell," Dad told me.
   "Look son, I'll never use this old bed topper, and you'll need it so you
won't have to load and unload your tools, the side doors still open and all
three locks still work," dad told me as he lifted the back and I grabbed
the front.  I walked backwards to my tail gate and set the topper shell
down and climbed in the truck bed and backed all the way to the cab, then
jumped over the side.  I crawled up inside it from the rear and fastened
all four hold down fasteners.
   We started loading all the tools then, some were new, some were ancient,
and dad wanted me to have them all, even the electrical extension cords,
and sawhorses.  We loaded all his hammers, squares, tri-squares, chalk
lines, folding rules and tape measures, and countless boxes and brown paper
sacks of nails and screws.  He had six cordless drills with batteries and
chargers that he'd bought in the past few years and he wanted me to take
those also.
   Dad had all Sears power tools, just as mom had all Sears appliances.  He
had 2 cut-off saws, three rip saws and one ten inch, sliding `chop saw'
with a laser marker that cut angles with precision for framing doors and
windows and wall trim.
   He had just about one of everything Sears made.  Routers, drills,
jig-saws, `saws-all' saws, sanders and every hand tool imaginable.
   We put the three extension ladders and four step ladders on top where
he'd made a ladder rack years ago.  It looked like a professional rig now,
and I smiled.
   My old truck was squatting a little in the back with all the weight, but
I had good tires on the back axle and I knew the old rig was solid and
could carry the load.
   After we had eaten an early supper (I had stuffed my belly with fried
chicken, potato salad, beans, corn and fresh rolls), mom put the rest of
the chicken in a gallon plastic zip-lock bag.
   I think there was over a whole left-over chicken in the bag, but mom was
smiling and I had learned to never fuss when mom wanted to give me extra
food, it was her way of feeling good; making sure I had enough to eat. 
Besides I like cold left-over chicken.
   We said our goodbyes and I hit the road back to Meade Junction.  I was
excited and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was heading in
the right direction to get me out of the financial hole I was in.
   I was like a thousand other former employees of Wellbourne Manufacturing
that had suddenly lost their jobs last spring.  I was two years into a five
year loan on my new Ford pickup when it was repossessed, and six years into
my twenty year mortgage on my new home when the bank foreclosed.  I lost it
all.
   Some had it worse than me though; they had kids and even more equity in
their homes that had suddenly lost value when over six hundred new
foreclosures hit the local market.  When they were foreclosed on, they got
barely a few hundred dollars equity, instead of thousands.
   When mine went down, I only cleared twenty five hundred dollars in
equity; with no home and no vehicle.  I bought this six year old truck from
a man that had worked under me at the factory, he needed fifteen hundred to
keep it from being repossessed.
   He sold the pickup to me and made a thousand, I now had transportation.
He and his wife and kids were moving back to his folks' farm and try to
live off the land until he could find work.
   I spent Saturday morning going through the different electrical tools,
checking the cords and making sure they would work.  I plugged all the
cordless tool chargers in and put the batteries on charge.  I was ready and
I was nervous and I was excited, all at the same time.
   I didn't sleep at all Saturday night and finally got up before dawn and
listened to the radio until daylight.  I have a small TV but don't have
cable connected; the basic cable is twenty three dollars and eighty eight
cents including tax.
   I was at the Waller's residence at 1:00.  I knew I was early but I was
about to have a nervous breakdown, waiting.
   "Hello; Mr.  Waller?" I asked when the older man came out on the porch.
   "Yes, are you Bill?"
   "Yes Sir, I came to measure for your steps and the boards that need
replacing," I said as we shook hands.
   "You can see over here, Bill.  I need four boards replaced where the
rain has blown in.  Then these steps have just about rotted out so bad,
we're afraid to use them," he pointed out.
   "Yes Sir, would you like me to use treated wood to build your steps,
that way you'd never have to replace them again," I asked.
   "Is that a lot more expensive?"
   "Well, some, but in the long run, it will pay for itself."
   "Let's do it then, what about the boards on the porch?"
   "Well, you don't have treated lumber now, and it would look odd with
some treated and some not.  The two don't age the same."
   "Then we'll just replace with what we have and hope for the best."
   "If you wanted, I could get some sealer/preservative and spray on the
whole porch, then the wood would last a few years longer."
   "How much does that cost."
   "About twelve to fifteen dollars a gallon and two gallons would cover
the porch."
   "Do it."
   "Do you have an account at Moorelands?"
   "Yes, just have them call me if there's any question about you charging
the materials to me."
   "I sure will." I told him and made all my measurements and wrote them
down.
   Sunday was worse than Saturday, now that I knew I had a paying job.  I
finally slept maybe two hours and was sitting in front of the doors when
Moorelands opened at 7:00 am I had been in Moorelands Hardware, Lumber,
Plumbing and Supply before, but it was when I bought my home and did some
repairs on it.  That was over four years ago and did I ever get a shock
when I walked in, first in line to be waited on.
   "Hi, may I help you," the girl asked as I stepped to the counter with my
list.
   "Hi, yes ma'am, I'm Bill Sherman and I need a few things for a repair
job I'm doing for George Waller over on Gilmore Street, he said he had an
account," I said as she smiled; she looked good.
   "Let me look up his account," she said as she opened the computer
terminal.  "Here it is, his account is active, but I'll have to call and
verify this, sorry but we've had a lot of bogus billings in the past year
and Mr.  Mooreland makes us check everything," she smiled as she dialed the
number on her screen.  I was about to hand her my paper with the number on
it, but she was way ahead of me.
   I walked over to the paint section and found the sealer I wanted; I got
two, one gallon cans and came back.  She was entering my order from my
notes and asked me if there was anything else I needed.
   "No, I guess that will be all for now, I'm just starting my Handy-Man
business, would you mind if I put this in your window," I asked as I pulled
out another flyer.
   "Put it over here on our board, do you have a business card?"
   "No, but I'll have some printed up and leave here, if that's alright." I
looked up and she was smiling, when I returned from posting my flyer on the
cork bulletin board.
   "So what's your name and what do you call your business?" she smiled and
for some reason, I knew she wasn't just being friendly to a customer.  I
mean she was talking to me as a person.
   "I'm William Sherman, but most folks call me Bill or Billy," I said,
looking directly at her face.  "I don't have a business name yet."
   "Then I'm sure we'll see you in here again, I'm Carol Macklin by the
way," she said and stuck her hand out.  I shook her hand and she never
stopped smiling.  I wasn't sure if she was just being friendly, or what,
but I sure liked the way she looked.
   "Thanks Carol, I sure appreciate your help and you can bet I'll be
back," I said as I grabbed my two cans of sealer and my receipt.  I drove
around back and had my boards loaded on top of the ladder rack and tied
them down with rubber straps.
   By noon, I was through with the steps and handrails and was finishing
the porch repairs.  I had used the long coated screws for outdoor decks and
Mr.  Waller was pleased as he looked over the new steps.  I put two
applications of sealer on the entire porch and asked him to keep off it
until tomorrow.
   Mr.  Waller pulled a hundred dollar bill from his front pocket and shook
my hand as I gave him change.
   "Bill, I'll tell my friends and neighbors about you, you'll get more
jobs.  I hope you do well in your business, you do really good work and you
work fast, I like that," he said as I loaded all my tools.
   I was driving out his driveway when my phone rang.  I always jump when
it rings, because it never rings.
   "Hello, Bill here," I answered.
   "I was calling about your flyer for handy-man jobs, do you make plumbing
repairs?" the woman asked.
   "I do plumbing repairs inside the home, none under the house."
   "Good, I have a shower, two sinks and a commode that I can't make stop
leaking and my boyfriend won't even look at them, how much do you charge
and when can you come look at them?"
   "Well, I normally charge fifteen dollars an hour, but I have a minimum
of sixty dollars."
   "My name is Sheryl, I live at 16 Westwood Drive, can you come tomorrow
morning?  I'm off on Tuesdays."
   "What time, the earlier the better for me, I'll have to go get the parts
more than likely."
   "My boyfriend leaves at 6:30, I'd rather he wasn't here, all he does is
bitch when I talk about the leaks, you can come at 7:00 if you like."
   "I'll be there."
   I rang the doorbell at 7:00 and when the door opened, I introduced
myself to the girl standing there.
   "Hi, I'm Bill Sherman, you called about some leaky faucets," I said as I
looked at her.  She was dressed in a long tee shirt and I swear it looked
like nothing underneath, her hair was wet and she was barefooted.  Man, she
sure has some big breasts.
   "That was my sister Sheryl, I'm Shelly, come on in.  The house is a
mess, so watch where you step," she said as she led me into the living
room. There was a big screen TV and chairs all pulled around in front of
it. There were beer cans all over the floor and paper scattered everywhere.
I saw three large pizza boxes on the floor and dirty paper plates stacked
on the coffee table.
   "Sheryl is in the shower, she'll be right out.  She said to show you the
faucet in the kitchen while she dressed, so come this way through the mess
and I'll show you what it's doing," she said and stepped over a pile of
trash piled by some chairs.
   "Harold had a football party last night with six of his ass-hole buddies
over, they all got drunk and trashed the place.  He and Sheryl had a big
fight after the party and again this morning, he's such a bastard.
   I wish she'd kick his ass out, this is her house and she can do better
than his sorry ass anyway.  Are you married Bill?" she kept a steady
chatter about a lot of things I'd really rather not know.  I ignored the
remark about me being married.
   She cleared enough of the dirty dishes away so I could see the faucet
and determine what type it was.  It was an old washer type, so I knew I
could help this one with new washers.
   "I can fix this one, no problem, where's the others?" I asked as she
leaned over the sink where I was looking at the faucet.  I could smell her
shampoo and I could see her nipples through her thin shirt.  I needed to
get the parts and fix these leaks and get out of here.
   "The commode, shower and bathroom sink all leak in Sheryl's bathroom off
her bedroom.  She said she didn't give a shit about Harold's bathroom here
in the hall," she said as she pointed to the open door of the messiest
bathroom I'd ever seen.
   "Sheryl, are you out yet, he's here," she yelled as she walked into the
bedroom at the end of the hall.
   "Yes, let me get my robe on," I heard her say.
   I looked around the bedroom and it looked like it didn't belong in this
house, it was spotless and well kept.  I glanced at the mirror when I saw
movement and saw a naked woman about Sherry's age.  She was putting on a
shorty robe; just as I looked away, she looked at the mirror and smiled as
she pulled her robe closed.  I saw bruises on her butt and her breasts
before she covered herself.
   "Hi, I'm Sheryl, sorry about the mess.  My boyfriend had the Sunday
Night Football party here last night and they got drunk and messy.  Sherry
and I will have it cleaned up by the time you get back, come on in and you
can see the shower never stops running, neither does the sink or commode,"
she said as she stood aside to let me in the big bathroom.
   I lifted the top off the commode tank and the chain on the clapper was
tangled and not letting it drop down to seal off the water.  I got it
straight and replaced the lid.  As soon as it filled, it stopped running.
   "Damn, that thing has been running for two fucking years and you fix it
in two seconds, sorry about my foul mouth, I'm just not in a good mood this
morning," Sheryl said.
   "That's alright, I get upset at times myself," I tried to smooth it
over.
   The shower and the sink faucets both were the older washer type and I
didn't have the first washer kit with me.
   "I'll have to go get some washers, but it won't take long to fix them
when I get back," I said as I looked back at where they both stood in the
bathroom.
   "OK, we'll have most of this mess cleaned up by the time you get back,"
Sheryl said as she tried to keep her short robe closed over her heavy
breasts.  Both of them were a few years younger than me, and they'd look
good if they even half tried.
   I went to the Ace Hardware store three blocks over in the downtown
section and got three boxes of assorted rubber washers and one complete
repair kit, so I'd have them for later.
   Just as I got in my truck, my phone rang.  I jumped again, but answered
on the second ring.
   "Hello, Bill here."
   "Hello Bill, my name is Martha Samuels and I saw an ad of yours at the
grocery store, I'd like you to come look at the wooden deck around my above
ground pool, it's leaning and feels kind of shaky," she said, I liked her
husky voice.  I wonder what this one looks like.
   "Well, I'm in the middle of a job, but I can come by later if you like
and see what needs to be done and give you an estimate of the costs."
   "Please do," she said and gave me her address and phone number.
   When I got back to Sheryl's house I buckled my tool belt around my waist
and went to the door.  Sheryl opened it before I could ring the doorbell, I
could hardly believe the change, the room actually looked livable.  Sheryl
was still in her robe and Shelly was still in her long shirt, she bent over
to pick up a garbage bag and she wore nothing under her shirt.  Nice butt
too, even if she did try to keep her shirt from riding up, I got a good
look at her.
   I turned to the sink and Sheryl was leaning against the counter,
smiling. She had seen me looking at her sisters butt I guess, heck she
flashed it, what was I supposed to do.
   I took my screw driver and removed the plastic knobs and showed them to
Sheryl.
   "If you want to, you can wash the inside of these out while I replace
the washers," I showed her the crud that always gets inside the knobs.  She
was bent over the counter holding her robe in place by pressing against the
counter as she took an old toothbrush and cleaned the knobs.  I could see
her big breasts shaking as she brushed, they were almost completely exposed
as it was.
   I opened the cabinet doors under the sink and took the pans and cleaning
chemicals containers out, then crawled in with my flashlight to turn the
water off to both the hot and cold sides.  When I backed out, I bumped into
Sheryl's leg and looked up, damn if Sheryl hadn't stepped her left leg in
front of the sink.  I saw her closely cropped pussy and turned quickly to
stand up.
   "Sheryl, maybe you could clean those in the bathroom sink, and I can
make the repairs," I told her.
   "I'm about through, I'll just move back over, I was reaching for my
scouring cleanser, sorry about getting in your way," she responded.
   "It's OK," I said and began to remove the valve stems from the faucet.
The washer on the hot side was eaten up and only the retainer screw was
left in the center.  I quickly removed the screw and put a new washer in
place.  The cold water side still had a fair washer, but I replaced it too
and in no time, had the repairs finished and the water turned back on.  I
showed them both how to properly turn the water off, stopping when the
water stopped and not twisting the knob as tight as it would go; which
would only cause excessive wear.
   When I went to the other bathroom, in her bedroom, Sheryl and her sister
Sherry came right in with me.  They were chatting steadily about this and
that as I worked on the tub and shower faucet first.  Sherry hopped up on
the counter by the sink and was leaning forward with her huge breasts
poking out and Sheryl was sitting at the side of the tub at the other end
from where I was working.
   After shutting off the water in the bottom of the linen closet, I took
the faucet apart.  I reached back to get a replacement washer and Sherry
leaned over to hand me the box.  I looked right down the front of her shirt
and saw both breasts.  They were almost identical to her sisters, except
these weren't bruised.  Both women had heavy, full breasts that had some
sag because of their size, but still stood proud and erect.
   When I turned to get the other new washer, Sherry handed me a foil
packet, I knew exactly what it was.  They both started laughing when I
looked at it, then at both of them.
   "Very funny, now hand me that box of washers," I said, but I had to
laugh too.
   Sheryl opened her legs and exposed her pussy that was shaved clean, "it
wasn't meant to be funny, I was hoping you'd use that on me," she said.
   "Sheryl, you and your sister are very attractive and very sexy, but I
could get my ass whipped and ran out of town for something like that," I
said.
   "You could get some of the best pussy you ever had too, if you'd just
put that rubber on and fuck me while wearing that tool belt," she said as
she looked at me.
   I looked at Sheryl and she was smiling, then she pulled her robe off,
exposing her huge breasts.
   "Look, lets stop this now, I know you two are having fun, but this has
gone far enough," I said as I stood.  Sherry had pulled her shirt over her
head, she was sitting on the vanity top, legs spread and pussy exposed.
   "Bill, don't make me beg.  Fuck me with your tool belt around your
waist, that's been a fantasy of mine for years."
   I looked from one to the other, then Sheryl jumped up, and as fast as a
snake can strike, she was at my zipper with her hand pulling my half hard
cock out.
   "Damn Sherry, look at his personal hand-tool," Sheryl said as she took
my cock in her mouth.
   "Sheryl, you need to stop," I said, I knew it sounded half-heartedly,
because it was.
   Sherry handed her sister the rubber and she tore the foil off, then
rolled it down my cock.
   "Put your big tool in me Bill, fuck me with your tool belt around your
waist," she said, bending over the vanity forwards, her sexy, wide ass
sticking out.  My resistance went down the drain right then, I'm a butt man
and I love butts.
   Sherry loosened my jeans and pulled them down, leaving my wide, leather
tool belt above my waist.  She put her hands on my butt and pushed as
Sheryl spread her legs wide and reached back to pull me closer.  I knew bad
things could come of this, but my cock overruled me, I always let him be
the boss when there's a naked girl telling me to fuck her.  I shoved to the
bottom her wet pussy and she grunted.
   My tools were swinging back and forth from the loops on my tool belt as
we fucked against each other.  I have to admit, it was pretty erotic,
looking down and watching my cock slam fuck her pussy from behind while my
work tools banged her thighs and butt.
   "Moth-er-fuck-er, what a fucking man tool you got Billy.  Fuck man,
you're hitting places that have never even been reached before."
   I reached around and pulled her upper body from the smooth vanity top
and cupped her huge breasts, letting her sharp, pointy nipples slip between
my fingers as I clamped down on them and pulled her big mammaries back,
hunching my cock deeper into her slippery channel.
   Sheryl screamed and I felt her pussy start to contract around my cock as
she began to cum.  It had been a long dry spell for me and I blasted a load
into the condom as she kept up her pussy wrenching orgasm for the longest.
   "God, I got a cum from just watching the two of you.  Billy, I sure hope
you can get that hammer handle hard again, I need you so bad," Sherry said.
   "Get a rubber Sherry, I feel like I could go again right now," I told
her.
   "I'm on the pill, will you fuck me with your naked cock, I'll get a
rubber if you'd rather not," she said as she rubbed her full breasts all
over my arms while I pulled out of her sisters' pussy.
   "Are you sure, I mean hell yes I want to fuck you, but we don't need
babies," I told her.
   "Fuck yes, I'm sure and I'm clean, let me get that rubber off and suck
you back like you were when you rammed Sheryl's pussy like you had a
hickory handle instead of a cock," she said as she stooped by the commode
and pulled the rubber off.  She lifted the lid and dropped the full rubber
into the water then turned to take my cock in her mouth.
   I've had better blow-jobs, but she was sucking my cock and I was looking
down at her swinging breasts as she gave it all she had.  Damn, these
sisters are sexy.  A little heavy, but curvy, firm and young.  They both
love sex and they both want me, my dick was boss and I'm just `The Handy
Man'.
   "Stop Sherry, my knees are getting weak.  Let me sit down on the commode
and you sit on me," I told her.
   "OH FUCK YES, I told Sheryl I wanted to straddle your sexy ass and fuck
you silly," she said as she stood and pushed me backwards to sit on the
commode seat.
   I watched as she spread her legs wide to walk straddle my knees, Sheryl
reached between her legs and grasped my cock and slowly jacked it up and
down.  Sherry was right next to me now and before she sat down, I leaned
over to take one of her young, pointy nipples in my mouth and pull back
hard as I sucked.
   "OH GOD YES, I love to have my titties sucked, bite my nipples just a
little Billy, not hard, OH FUCK YES, you are one hell of a handy man Billy
Sherman.  GODDDDD, I could cum just with you sucking my nipples," she said.
   "Sit on this hammer handle Sherry, fuck I wish I could have fucked him
skin to skin too.  Shit, this is so fucking sexy, watching Billy's fat cock
slip between your fat pussy lips like this.  Fuck the shit out of her
Billy, she hasn't been fucked for six months and she needs a good one,"
Sheryl kept up a steady rambling as her sister slowly settled down to take
me all the way inside her.
   Sherry was even tighter than her sister and she was slippery wet with
excitement as she slowly wiggled her sexy ass to allow my cock to slip the
last few inches.
   I felt my cock head hit something firm, almost like a bone and Sherry
flinched.
   "Fuck, he's all the way in my cervix Sheryl.  I've never been fucked
this deep before, do me good Billy, make me cum all over you and the
bathroom, just fuck my pussy with your handy man tools," Sherry said.
   "How does it feel to have his tools against your fat ass and his fat
cock tool up to your eyes in your fat pussy Sherry?" Sheryl laughed as she
ran her hands over my balls and up between her sisters ass cheeks.
   "My ass isn't as fat as yours Sheryl, besides I can tell Billy likes a
girl with a little meat on her backside, don't you Billy?" she asked.
   "You both got some fine, sexy asses and you were right about some of the
best pussy I ever had.  Even though I love the hell out of the way you both
fuck, we need to talk as soon as I blow my nuts up in Sherry's hot naked
pussy," I told them as I hunched up to give her another good nudge, deep in
the depths of her womanhood.
   Sherry put both her hands on my shoulders and relaxed her leg muscles to
let her buttocks rest solidly on my thighs.  I looked at her big breasts as
she began to bounce slightly, then more and more as she became more
comfortable with my cock deep inside her.  I reached out with both hands
and lifted both her big breasts up to my face and couldn't resist rubbing
my face back and forth between her fleshly globes.  Her nipples were like
her sister's and felt as if they could cut my skin as they raked back and
forth.
   "OH FUCK BILLY, I love that," Sherry said as she looked down at where I
was mauling her breasts and nipples with my lips and face.
   "Suck my titties hard when I cum, do it NOW BILLY.  OH MY FUCKING GOD.
I'm cumming like crazy.  OH FUCK YES, suck my titties.  SUCK THEM HARD,"
she screamed.
   I did too, I pulled her breasts together and forced both her sharp
nipples into my mouth at the same time, pulling them into my mouth and with
my tongue, I pushed the pointy little buds to the roof of my mouth and
pressed hard as I continued to suck hard on her soft, tender flesh.
   Sherry placed her hands on my hips and began to really rock against me,
making my cock knob pop in and out of a tighter opening deep inside her. 
That did it, she began to thrash her body against me wildly and she rode my
thighs, taking me deeper and deeper inside her tight pussy as we both began
to cum.  The first two spurts I shot into her pussy was so powerful, it
felt like pain, the pleasure was so intense.
   Sherry raised her knees and slid forward to let her wet, hairless pussy
push against the base of my cock now, smearing my groin and lower belly
with our mingling juices.
   "OH FUCK YESSSSssssssss," she moaned loudly.
   With my mouth locked tightly to both her nipples, aided now by my teeth
lightly nipping them, I grabbed her by the hips also and we pulled and
pushed against each other as we fucked to a standstill.
   "OH DAMN BILL, I just knew there had to be more to fucking than what
I've been exposed to in the past.  All I ever got was a dick crammed in my
pussy and a few grunts against my titties as the boy got his cum.  I can
honestly say that I have been fucked for real now," Sherry said, then
grabbed me and kissed me hard and long on the lips.
   "You're both very good lovrs, is there any way I could try out this
shower before I leave, I have to meet a woman about fixing the deck on her
pool," I told them.
   "Only if we all can get in there together," Sheryl said.
   "We can try, it may be close but we're good friends now, right?" I
laughed.
   "Shit Bill, we're best friends.  I already made up my mind and I'm
kicking Harold's ass out.  I'm not telling you that to try and get you over
here, but just to let you know that you're welcome to come see Sherry and
me any time you like.  Will you?" Sherry asked as she stepped into the tub
with Sheryl and me.
   "No strings, just friends?" I asked back.
   "Best friends and best fucking buddies?" she asked back.
   "You both got a deal," I said.
   "Can you fuck me just a little with your naked cock Billy, don't cum in
me, just ram it deep from behind," Sheryl said as she bent over with her
hands against the end wall as Sherry turned the warm water on all of us.
   "Fuck her naked pussy Billy, when you come back, I'll make sure it's as
clean shaven as mine and she starts taking the pill so she can get a load
of your hot cum deep inside her," Sherry said and laughed.
   "OH FUCK YES, I would love to have a whole load of your hot cum in my
naked pussy Billy, ram that fat cock deep in me now.  DAMN man, does that
thing ever go down, it's as long and fat as it was the first time.  My ex
boyfriend's dick was barely five inches, fuck man, you have him skinny dick
doubled.  Fuck me hard Billy, I can get a cum in just a few more strokes,"
Sheryl said.
   "I feel like I could too Sheryl, we need to stop," I warned her.
   "Just a few more Billy, fuck my cunt man, ram that fat, fucking cock in
my cunt, OH FUCK YES, just like that, I'm cumming like crazy.  GOD I love
the way you fuck Billy," Sheryl said as I jerked my cock out and turned her
around to ram it between her big breasts.
   "Fuck my titties Billy, GOD, I never had a man fuck my titties and now
here it comes, I feel your hard cock swelling and throbbing, shoot that hot
cum out all over me Billy," she said as I started to stream my cum out, the
first hitting her face and the rest running down her big breasts.
   After we had showered and dressed again, I finished up the plumbing job
and gathered my tools.  Sheryl insisted I take the money for the handy man
job; I did, even if I was a little reluctant.
   They walked naked with me to the front door and damn if they didn't look
even sexier after the fucking we just had.
   
  
JRyter's Handy Man Chap. 1