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  “I-I wasn’t masturbating,” she stutters, trying to play it off.

  “Were you thinking about my big cock?” I tease her.

  “No!” she screeches, but I know better. The guilty look on her face is all the confirmation I need.

  “Uh-huh, nice try. I stood here and enjoyed the performance for a few minutes,” I respond, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

  “What are you doing?”

  I reach down to unlace my boots and kick them off.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Ignoring her questions, I pull off my socks and unbutton my jeans, slide them down my thighs, and expose my large, erect cock. “I asked if I could join, and you didn’t say no. I take that as a yes, then.” As I step out of my jeans, my fully erect cock is pointing straight at her.

  Her eyes grow large, and she licks her lips. “Jesus Christ! I’ve never seen a cock that big in my life.”

  I dive in and swim up on the other side of the raft she is holding on to as a shield.

  “You saw it yesterday when you barged in on your mom and me.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t really look at it that way. I didn’t exactly want to see my mom naked, bent over and getting fucked. Gross!” Her nose scrunches up.

  I push away the float that’s between us and close the gap separating us until I am eye to eye with her. “I assume since you haven’t said no to me joining you, you’re okay with this?” I reach around her waist with my arm and pull her up against my body. Staring into her eyes, I stretch my hand down and palm her sweet little pussy.

  She anchors her hands on my shoulders, pulling herself against me, grinding her pussy against my hand.

  Before I can mutter another word, she barks, “Shut up and fuck me with your fingers.” Planting her lips on mine, she parts my lips with her tongue. Her tongue sweeps across mine, deepening the kiss.

  Her pussy is already slick, and my fingers slide in easily. She puts her heels on my thighs, spreading her legs and allowing me easier access, and then she starts riding my fingers like they’re a cock.

  “More. Another finger please,” she moans.

  I add a third finger, and her pussy greedily accepts it. I work my thick digits in and out of her, quickening my pace. My cock yearns to be in her. Her pussy is so tight, I bet she’d be milking my cock in no time.

  “Deeper,” she moans into my mouth.

  “I’ll give you something deeper.” I pull my fingers from her and squeeze her hips. Then I reach down and grab her by the ankles, pulling them off my thighs, and hook them around my waist. With my cock firmly in hand, I line the head up with her pussy lips, rubbing my cock up and down her seam, teasing then parting it. I find her entrance and push the head of my cock into her tight, velvety hole. I grasp her hips and pull her against me, the full length of my cock buried deep inside her wet heat.

  “Oh my God,” she breathes out, shuddering.

  Pausing for a moment, I suck in a breath while allowing her to get used to my size. She feels so damn good as I stretch her walls to take me deeper.

  “It’s so fucking big,” she whispers into my ear. “I feel so full.”

  She locks her ankles around my back, and I place my hands on her hips. She’s pulling against the small of my back with her legs, grinding on my cock with her needy cunt. I push her off my cock slowly, and she pulls herself back onto me quickly. We fuck in a hypnotic rhythm, alternating between me pushing her up and her pulling herself back down. She arches her back, pressing her tits toward me. I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling the sensitive bud, sending her over the edge into a body-trembling orgasm. She pulls me deep into her, grinding up and down, and her body shakes as her orgasm courses through her body.

  “That was amazing! I’ve never had a cock that filled me up like you just did. Now let me pleasure you. I want to suck that massive cock.” Releasing the leg lock she has on me, she pulls away, and my cock twitches as it leaves her tight pussy, eager for a release.

  She places her hands on my chest, pressing me back toward the pool steps. I reach the steps and crawl backward up them until I reach the top step and sit, still in the water, but just enough above the waterline for her to be able to suck me off.

  “Lie back,” she says, placing a hand against my chest, the other hand grabbing my cock, stroking it as she looks into my eyes. “You have a sexy cock,” she purrs with big eyes.

  I do as she says and lie back, placing my elbows on the pool deck as she kneels between my legs. Lowering her head and taking my cock into her mouth, she rolls her tongue along the underside, teasing my sweet spot. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth on my cock. She grips my cock tightly, stroking it up and down as she presses the head to the back of her throat.

  The patio door slams open, causing Tara to nearly choke on my cock and scaring me half to death. We both look over to find Rose standing in the doorway seething.

  Well, fuck me. This isn’t good.

  “You motherfucker!” she yells. “I can’t believe you have the balls to come over here after last night, let alone have your cock in my daughter’s mouth!”

  “Rose, it’s not what you think!” I call out in a pathetic attempt to buy time to think of an excuse, but there isn’t one to be found.

  “Your cock’s in my daughter’s mouth, and it’s not what I think? Then what the hell is it? You know what, never mind. Get your ass the fuck out of my pool and off of my property!” She screams so loud I am afraid the neighbors will hear.

  I hop out of the pool and walk over to where my pants are and put them back on. I turn to Rose and hold my arms out toward her. “Rose, I came over to get my tools and apologize to you for what happened last night.” I know that’s a half lie, but I want to try to defuse the situation as much as possible.

  “I can’t fucking believe this! First, my daughter walks in on us fucking, and then, I walk in on her sucking your dick. Just get the fuck out of here. I don’t want an apology from you. You’re an asshole, and I need a fucking drink.”

  Rose goes back into the house, slamming the patio door behind her and nearly shattering the glass. I grab my clothes while making my way over to where my tools are.

  “Thanks for the orgasm. Stop by later this week while my mom’s at work, and I can finish what I started and give you yours,” Tara says with a smirk on her face.

  I grab my tools and head out the fence door without saying a word. Crazy bitches…

  Chapter 5

  My phone rings, waking me up. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Clive. It’s Hunter. What the fuck is going on with this Rose chick? She called me last night, cussing up a storm about you fucking her daughter or some shit like that.”

  “For fuck’s sake. I went over there to get my tools since I was no longer on that job, and I find her daughter masturbating in the pool. One thing led to another, and Rose walked in on her daughter sucking my dick.”

  “Jesus, man. She blew up on me last night, threatening to call the cops for trespassing and the local news, saying we’re operating a male prostitution ring if I didn’t fire you.”

  “Get the fuck outta here! Really?” Damn. I scratch my chin. That bitch is out there.

  “Yeah, man. We don’t need that kind of shit. I’m not going to fire you—you’re a friend of Barbara’s, and you do good work. Why don’t you take a week off and let things cool down? I don’t know to what lengths she will take this, but it’s best she doesn’t see you coming into the office in the morning or anything like that.”

  “All right, Hunter. Sorry, man. I don’t want any problems for you or me.”

  “No worries. Let’s just keep a low profile, and I’m sure this shit will blow over. I’m going to go over there today to try to smooth things out so I can finish up whatever is left. I’ll have Darby get with you in a few days to get you scheduled for your next job.”

  “Sounds good. Catch you in a few days, Hunter.
”

  Well, that’s just fucking great.

  Guess it’s better to take a few days off than get fired.

  As I climb into my truck, heading for the beach to work on my tan and watch tits bounce in tiny string bikinis, my phone rings with a number I don’t recognize.

  “Hello,” I say as I hit the speaker button and set the phone on the passenger seat before backing out of the driveway.

  “Um, hi. Clive?” the quiet, sexy voice asks.

  “You got him.”

  “It’s Tiffany. I don’t know if you remember…”

  Remember? Hell, I’ve jacked off to her more times than I can count since I saw that tiny slice of her thigh and imagined what she’d look like naked.

  I stop my truck at the end of the driveway. “Hey. I couldn’t forget you, Tiffany. What’s up?”

  “I wanted to know if you could stop by the church today. I need your opinion on a few things. A contractor gave us an estimate, but I think they’re trying to rip us off.”

  “I can be there in ten,” I tell her because the beach will always be there, but a hot piece of ass like her shouldn’t ever be made to wait.

  “Great. I’ll be waiting for you. See you soon.”

  As I drive, I picture her waiting in the doorway in sexy, lace lingerie and black fuck-me high heels. I’m delusional, but it doesn’t matter. Tiffany, the hot little number who works for the church, wants my help. And even if my cock wants to fuck her brains out, I can behave. Right? However, I’m not so sure about my cock.

  I pull into the lot of the church exactly ten minutes later and completely hard from my fantasy. Tiffany’s waiting for me on the steps, but she isn’t wearing the lingerie I’d envisioned.

  Adjusting my cock, I climb out of the truck, trying to shield myself with the door. The last thing I want is for her to see what I’m packing. She’ll get the wrong idea. No, she’ll get the right idea, but she’ll never be the same.

  She’s resting her chin on the meaty part of her palm, staring at me across the parking lot as I approach. “You’re quick. I’m sorry if I interrupted your day.”

  “Don’t be silly. I wasn’t doing anything today, and I love to help a worthy cause.”

  By worthy cause, I’m talking about her pussy, not the neglected church. I could probably use a few brownie points for the big guy, but the likelihood my ass could get into heaven, if there is one, is almost nonexistent. I’ve never heard of an ex-porn star almost dying and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

  She shields her eyes with her hand and smiles. “The church appreciates it, and so do I.”

  “Well, lucky for you both, I’m off today. Want to show me the estimate, and we can see if they’re scamming you or giving you a good deal?”

  She pushes to her feet, brushing off the back of her long, matronly skirt. “Come. I’ll show you.”

  First off, I want to come, but not in the way she’s talking. Second, the real thing I want her to show me is that beautiful, plump ass she’s hiding under her skirt. The baggy clothes she’s wearing don’t stop me from picturing her naked and noticing the sway of her hips as I follow her into the church. The fact that I haven’t burst into flames with all the dirty shit running through my head is a good sign. Maybe God’s a horny bastard just like the rest of us. He was a man, after all.

  I follow her around the church like a dog in heat, paying closer attention to her than the actual work that needs to be completed. When she speaks, my eyes are on her mouth, wondering what it would feel like to have her soft lips wrapped around my dick. When she walks, the sway of her hips captivates my every thought. By the time we finish this project, I know I’ll end up with a blister on my hand as I try to calm the beast that’s raging in my pants.

  She turns to me and gives me an innocent smile. “So, what do you think, Clive?”

  I think my cock’s going to break off if I don’t get the fuck out of here. “Well,” I say, flipping through the estimate from the other contractor, trying to buy a little time. “I have a little time off for the next week or two, and I can help you knock some of this stuff off your list free of charge. It’ll save you some money in the long run.”

  She stumbles backward, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’d do that?” Her eyes are wide as she stares up at me, almost in tears.

  “I would and I will.” I’m not doing it out of the goodness of my heart. I want to spend as much time with Tiffany, prancing around in her outfit that typically only a nun would wear, as I can.

  She lets out a little scream and rushes forward, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

  I squeeze her tightly, smashing her tits against my chest. God, she feels so good. They’re the perfect size. Not too large, but a complete hand and mouthful that I could spend hours worshiping. “No thanks needed, babe. I’m all yours until you’ve had enough of me.”

  She stares up at me with her big, green eyes. “I could never have enough of you, Clive.”

  That’s what I’m banking on. I’ve known a few Catholic school girls in my day, and they were usually the freakiest in the sack. I’m willing to bet my life that Tiffany’s no different. I’m going to spend the next week or so figuring out a way to find out.

  Chapter 6

  I arrive the next morning at the church bright and early, dressed in my typical work attire, jeans, boots, and no shirt. Tiffany hasn’t arrived yet, so I decide to give Darby a call and let her know not to book any work for me for about a week.

  “Hey, Darby. This is Clive. How ya doing?”

  “Hi, Clive. Doing well, what’s up?”

  “I’m sure you’ve talked to Hunter and know what’s going on. I decided to do a little charity work for a local church and wanted to see if you could leave me off the schedule for about a week.”

  “You. Charity work? At a church.” She laughs into the phone. “So, let me translate that. You found a hot nun and are going to try to fuck her.”

  “Ah, you know me too well! Not a nun, but yes, a hot little thing that needs some repair work done, and the church is short on money. Figured I would find something useful to do with my time since Hunter wants me to lay low and not work for a bit.”

  “Sure, no problem, Clive. I won’t schedule you, but get back to me in five days and let me know how your ‘charity’ work is progressing, and we can go from there.”

  “Sounds good. Gotta go. Tiffany is here. See ya, Darby.”

  I hang up the phone and hop out of my truck, waiting for Tiffany to exit her car.

  Tiffany gets out of her car, and she isn’t wearing her typical, concealing attire. She’s dressed in short denim cutoff shorts and a tight white tank top.

  I walk toward her, and she stops, staring at my shirtless torso.

  “Morning,” she greets, blushing. “I thought I would give you a hand today. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “No, not at all.” She can give me a hand, all right—a hand to stroke my cock with.

  “Cool. Come on, let’s get started.”

  She heads toward the church door as I follow behind, staring at her ass as her hips sway back and forth, nearly hypnotizing me with the motion. When she tries to open the door, it’s stuck again like last time. I place my hand on the small of her back, moving her aside, before throwing my shoulder into the door. It pops open on contact.

  “First thing I’m doing today is replacing this door. What a pain in the ass.”

  I go out to my truck and grab my toolbox and some power tools to get started on replacing the door.

  “I’m going to get started in the office. Cleaning up some of the old junk that was left in there that we won’t be using.” She turns and walks away. All I can do is stand there and stare at that ass as her hips sway from side to side, loving the way she walks.

  About thirty minutes pass. I have the doorjamb removed and realize I don’t have a replacement door here. I walk into the back office where Tiffany is, only to find her bending over t
he couch in the office, trying to pick things up that are behind it. Her ass cheeks are taunting me, hanging out the bottom of her cutoff shorts. I have to fight back the urge to spank them or bury my face in them.

  “Sweet Jesus,” I mutter to myself, stopping all movement, staring at her ass as she stretches farther over the couch. Damn, I want to peel those shorts off her and plant my tongue in her pussy for breakfast.

  “Oh, hey!” she says, popping her head up from behind the couch. Sweat glistens between her ample cleavage. “Just trying to get some of this junk from behind the couch.”

  “I see that. Hey, we need a door to replace the one I just ripped out,” I reply, staring at her chest, wondering what she’d do if I pinched her nipple.

  “I think we have one in the back room. Let me check.”

  I follow her to a storage room located in the back of the church.

  She opens the door and flicks on the light switch. “I think I remember seeing a door somewhere in here.”

  We make our way into the room which has aisles of stuff piled up.

  “Ah, yes, here it is. I’m not sure if it’s for that door or not.”

  “Let me grab it,” I offer, trying to squeeze past her, not wanting her to hurt herself. As I try to wiggle my way by her, my cock brushes against her, and her tits smash against my chest.

  “Oh, my,” she coos, placing her hands on my ribs and causing me to freeze.

  Our eyes lock on to each other, my cock growing hard as it’s pressed against her. She pulls me tighter against her, and I lean down to plant my lips on hers. I place my hands on the sides of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, and sweep my tongue against her lips. Her lips part, and her tongue meets mine eagerly.

  I can feel her melting in my hands. She lets out a moan and pushes away, breaking our kiss. “I can’t do this—not here, not in church.” She pats her neck with her the palm of her hand as her chest heaves.