Teri woke up in the morning naked and sweating, the heat already oppressive. Her husband had already left for work, and she got up and showered. Except for the sleeping, Teri liked the hot weather, because it allowed her to go around the house naked, and she liked being naked.
She was a natural born exhibitionist, and she fancied herself a slut. Before she got drunk and told her husband, Mac, she'd marry him two years ago, she had taken scores of men. Most people would have called her promiscuous, but she just called it having a good time. And she missed it. Teri loved sex, and she loved the feeling of a man's hardness forcing its way into her, and she thought about it a lot. She had thought about cheating on Mac dozens of times, but she always chickened out. Men couldn't keep their mouths shut, and she didn't want to jeopardize her marriage just for a quick fuck. She knew, though, that if she could do it and know, positively, that she wouldn't get caught, she'd probably do it.
She towelled off and immediately felt the heat again. All the windows in the apartment were open, but there wasn't a breeze stirring. Turning on the air conditioning in the ancient building didn't do much more than double the electric bill. She pranced into the kitchen naked for a cup of coffee and a piece of toast, and took them to the dining room table. The coffee was hot and she burnt her tongue and spilled a few drops on her bare breasts.
"Shit," she yelled. She looked down at her breasts but no damage had been done. She hefted them in her hands and felt her nipples stiffen.
"Damn," she thought, " another dull day in horneyville." Teri was 25, and a good looking woman. She stood 5'4" and weighed 95 pounds soaking wet. Her breasts were a 36C and perky. Her hair was brown and cropped short- her 'blowjob cut' her husband called it- because he liked to see her face when she was giving him head. Her body was lithe and fit, and she was just one of those women that could live on cream puffs and not gain an ounce. She had dark, flashing, intelligent eyes that could look right through you.
She spread her thighs under the table and traced a finger up her shaved slit, still moist from the shower.
"I'd better stop now or I'll be on the bed all morning with my dildo," she thought-something she did quite frequently. She and Tom had a good sex life, and they screwed like rabbits three or four times a week, but Teri always longed for the excitement of a new cock penetrating her. She sighed, and took her coffee over to the window, looking out on the grounds of the apartment complex.
The place was an old L-shaped brownstone, built in the early 1900's. It had eight floors, and the apartments were spacious. The place had been renovated many times, and during the last go-round, small decks with sliding glass doors were added to each apartment, giving the occupants a place to put a small barbecue and some plants, or whatever. Teri frequently sunbathed on her little deck, wearing just a wisp of a bikini.
In the crux of the 'L' was a fenced area with a swimming pool, and a grassy area with a swing set where kids could play. There was a cement stairway on the far building that descended down to a basement, and Teri went down there once. The stairs descended down to a long, dank corridor, lit only by an occasional bare bulb hanging from the ceiling.
Pipes ran down the length of the corridor and Teri had expected a rat to jump out at any minute. The corridor terminated in a big room, the boiler room, and the huge furnace supplied heat to all the apartments. There were old boxes and crates stacked around, and cobwebs hung from the corners. There was a rumour that a girl had been murdered down there years ago, and all the kids in the complex were forbidden to go down there, but Teri had seen teenaged couples go down there many times.
Behind the boiler was a door that opened into another room, and Teri had opened it out of curiosity. The room was dimly lit and smelled of mould and rot; the smell permeating her nostrils. The room was dominated by a brick chimney that rose along one wall, and there was an unkempt bed in one corner. In the shadows she could see a dresser and some clothes hanging from a rope stretched across the room. Then it dawned on her- this was the living quarters of the maintenance man, Larry.
Larry was a big, hulking man of about thirty, with blonde hair and a baby face. He was a mute, and Teri also suspected that he was a little mentally challenged. Everybody loved him though, and he would do anything you asked him to do; and in a building as old as this one, there was always something that needed fixing.
Teri could see the black square of the opening to the stairwell as she stood naked in her window, drinking her morning coffee. She didn't know if anybody could see her or not, and she really didn't give a shit. She liked people seeing her body and she flaunted it every chance she got. Her poor husband had been close to fist-fights many times, because she'd flaunt her body and some guy would try to move in on her.
As she looked out the window, Larry came into view, a pair of grass clippers in his hand. He went to work on the edges of the grass along the pool. He took his shirt off as he worked in the oppressive heat.
"Wow," Teri thought, "he's really built." And Larry was built-a muscular body kept fit by physical labour. Teri wondered why she had never noticed it before. She decided to have some fun. She put on a pair of cut-offs that were nothing more than pockets and a waist band. She wore no panties. She put on a blouse that she tied under her bra-less breasts, and she headed down to the pool. She walked right up to him, her crotch just inches from his face.
"Hi, Larry sure is hot, huh?" she asked. He looked up at her and smiled, nodding his head in agreement. She fooled with the tie that held her blouse together.
"I know," she said," I get so hot I can't stand it." She lifted the blouse away from her body. Holding it out in front of her, and she knew he could see her exposed breasts from his kneeling position. She turned and stuck her ass almost in his face, looking at the pool. Her buttocks were exposed, and just a thin layer of denim covered her crotch.
"I'd get in the pool, but I know a zillion kids will be down here any minute," she said. She turned to look at him, and his eyes were riveted on her crotch. It was just inches from his face again.
"Do you smell that, Larry?" she whispered. "Smell that pussy? Smells good, huh? Bet you'd like having some of that, Larry," she said, and she backed up a few feet. She pulled the crotch of her shorts aside and gave Larry a shot of her hairless slit, then let go. She laughed and ran back to her apartment. She stripped her clothes off in her apartment, and she was surprised at what a thrill exposing herself to the mute giant had given her. She was wet.
All the rest of that day she couldn't get the picture out of her mind; showing the big, muscular man her cunt, while he silently stared at it. Later that same day she got a pair of water pump pliers out of the tool box in the closet, and loosened up the nut on the drain under the sink. She ran the water to make sure it leaked, and she called the office to ask that Larry come over and fix the leak. She cackled with delight and ran to her bedroom and put on a short bathrobe that tied around the middle. She might as well have been naked for all the coverage it afforded.
When he arrived, toolbox in hand, she stood next to him while he looked under the sink. He spotted the problem and reached around to get a wrench out of his toolbox. She straddled the toolbox, and he looked up to see her naked thighs and slit, totally on display. He grabbed his wrench and went back under the sink, but Teri could see that his cock was hard in his pants. She loved giving a man an erection, and now she straddled his back, her cunt touching his back as she looked under the sink.
"Oh, yeah, I see the leak now," she said. She squatted next to him and bent over, the robe falling away and exposing her tits. Larry's hands were shaking now as he re-tightened the nut on the drain, and she continued her blatant display. When he backed out from under the sink, she was surprised at the size of the bulge in his pants. He silently picked up his tools and left.
The next morning, she was again naked inside her apartment. When she saw Larry working by the pool again, she leaned out the window, her naked breasts exposed.
"Hi Larry," she yelled. "Just wanted to tell you that the sink is working fine!" He stared at her and grinned, and she let him have a real good look before she pulled herself back in. Over the next few days she flaunted herself at him in every imaginable way. It bothered her that he never made a play for her, or even tried to touch her. She watched one afternoon as he made his way down the stairs to his basement room, shirt in hand. She looked at the clock-she had two hours before her husband came home. She slipped on a simple summer dress, and left the apartment.
She loved being naked under a flimsy dress-just the thought of a man being able to lift it up and find her naked and available turned her on.
The stairwell was as dark and dingy as she remembered it, and so was the corridor. She got goosebumps on her arms as she made her way to the boiler room. She could feel her pussy getting wet at what she was about to do, and her nipples were erect. His door was ajar and he had just removed his pants-standing in his jockey shorts. He looked surprised at her entrance, but he smiled at her.
"I just wanted to thank you for fixing my sink," she said, as she stood under the bare, dim light bulb. "I'm going to show you a woman's body, Larry. Have you ever seen a woman's body, Larry?" she asked, sliding the straps of the dress off her shoulders. His mouth was open, and he slowly shook his head back and forth, his eyes riveted on her slowly dropping dress. She let it fall to the ground, her breasts exposed and her nipples stiffening. She was naked and excited, and she walked up to him. He stood stock-still, and she rubbed her erect nipples across his chest. She could feel his cock, like an iron rod pressing through his underwear. He stood like a statue as she licked and gently bit his nipples. She tasted sweat and could smell his body odour, and she felt the heat rising from his body. She traced her hands down his rib cage, her tongue tracing down his belly, and she went to her knees, her face at his crotch.
Teri smiled, and moaned slightly-the man had a cock like a baseball bat. She nibbled on the huge bulge in his underwear, and then slowly pulled them down, his huge cock pointing at her face. She grasped the huge organ in one hand, slowly stroking it. She looked up at him.
"I'm going to suck your magnificent cock Larry, would you like that?" she asked. He just looked down at her with his dumb grin and nodded his head. She closed her mouth around the head of it, and her mouth was stretched to accommodate it. This was the biggest cock she had ever seen, and now she had it to play with. She gently sucked on the head, stroking the big shaft into her mouth. Teri was getting excited-very excited. Her hands went to his ass, and she pulled him into her sucking mouth as far as she could, slowly moving her mouth up and down on his cock. He finally got the idea, and grabbed her head in both meaty hands, moving his hips, fucking her face. She cupped his testicles with both hands, keeping a steady suck on his shaft as he pistoned in and out of her mouth.
As badly as she wanted him inside her, she decided to take him all the way. She looked up at him, and he had his head back with his eyes closed, and he was making unintelligible noises. She felt him tense and she kept her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His cock exploded and a huge gob of cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed it, another gush filling her mouth. She sucked and swallowed again, stroking his cock into her mouth, sucking until no more sperm could be sucked from him. She pulled her mouth off of him.
"Oh, Larry, sweetie," she moaned. She stroked and squeezed the softening mass of flesh, coaxing another drop of cum from the tip, and she guided it back into her mouth, flicking her tongue into his pee-hole. He stared down at her with his goofy grin as she got to her feet. She was dripping wet, her body trembling with lust. His arms were at his sides, and she took his hand and guided it to her crotch.
"That's where your cock will go next time," she said. "Put a finger in me, Larry," she said softly. He turned his big hand palm up and extended a beefy finger into her hot, silky slit.
"Oh, yes, baby," she said. She held onto his shoulders, rocking her hips on the finger that was the size of a small cock, fucking herself, and she ground her crotch against his hand, her orgasm shooting fluid from her cunt. She pulled herself away from him.
"I'm your whore, Larry," she said. "Your cocksucker and your whore. I'll come down here every day, and I'll suck your cock and you can fuck my cunt with your big cock, do you understand?" she asked. He just grinned and nodded his head.
She put her dress on and made it back to her apartment. She went straight to her bed and pulled her dress up around her waist. She got her biggest dildo and fucked herself with it, cumming repeatedly as she imagined Larry's huge cock inside her.
When her husband got home she practically raped him. She met him, naked, and unbuttoned his pants and was sucking his cock before he even got halfway across the room. She held him in her mouth as he removed his shirt, and she removed his shoes and pants, his erection held firmly in her sucking mouth. She pulled him down and guided him into her cunt, and he fucked her right there on the living room floor.
Sometime during the night she awoke. They were both sleeping naked on top of the bed. He was on his back, snoring. She put her head on his stomach, and she stared at his flaccid penis in the dim light that came through the window.
"I really am a slut," she thought, "I just can't get enough cock." She moved her head down and sucked his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. He moaned and she felt him growing in her mouth. She sucked him to full erection, then stroked and sucked until he ejaculated in her mouth, and she swallowed it with a satisfied sigh.
The next morning she looked outside and saw that there was no one at the pool. Larry was there, though, cutting the grass. She put on her skimpiest bathing suit, the one that she only wore when she sunbathed on the deck. It was a thong, and the bottom just barely covered her slit, and another thin piece of fabric covered her nipples.
"Jesus," she thought, "talk about obvious." She grabbed a tube of suntan oil and headed down to the pool. Larry stopped his mowing when he saw her, his gaze transfixed on her as she walked, almost naked, to a lounge chair. She spent long minutes sensuously rubbing oil on her body, feeling Larry's eyes on her. When she made eye contact with him, she slowly parted her legs and rubbed the oil up the insides of her thighs. She was getting turned on, and the strip of fabric that covered her slit was darkening with wetness.
"Ten o'clock in the morning, and I'm a bitch in heat," she thought. She tucked her lotion in the front of her suit, got up and sauntered past the grinning maintenance man. She walked slowly and deliberately to the steps that led to the basement, and she walked down them without looking back.
She stood in his room and stripped off her bathing suit. There was just something so nasty and forbidden about this that it excited her. Being naked in this dingy room, in the middle of the morning, waiting for a man to come fuck her-she loved it. She pinched her nipples and drew her fingers through her wet slit-she was ready.
He came in a few minutes later. She immediately stripped his shirt off and went to her knees, unbuttoning his pants. She pulled them down around his work boots and guided his cock to her mouth.
"Your cocksucking whore is back, Larry," she said, before her lips closed around his shaft. When his giant member was fully erect she stood up, and she held his cock in her hand. She walked backwards to the bed, pulling him along by his cock, shuffling awkwardly with his pants around his ankles. She went down on her back, spreading her legs wide as she guided him to her. She was panting in anticipation of taking his thick, 12" penis into her. She held it in both hands and the giant head pressed against her slit. She got about half the head in her slit, and she knew it was going to be a tight fit, but she was desperate to feel him totally in her. She got so excited that she rubbed the head up and down in her wet slit a few times and orgasmed, crying out. He frowned and looked at her, alarmed.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," she panted. She had more of the head in her now, and she spread her legs as wide as she could to try and facilitate penetration. She looked down between her thighs and saw the huge pole of flesh slowly sliding into her. She felt like she was being fucked by a horse, and taking it into her was even more glorious than she imagined. She had never been so stretched, so full, and it was man's cock that was doing it to her, and she orgasmed again.
"Oh, yesss," she moaned, "oh yesss, oh yess," as the huge member continued to slide slowly into her greedy cunt. When he finally lay on top of her, she could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix; the entrance to the womb itself. He began to fuck her in short strokes, his cock gripped so tightly that he lifted her ass of the bed when he pulled back. Teri was lost in a world of lust and giant cock.
"Fuck me," she panted in his ear, "oh god, I'm a whore, please fuck me, fuck me," and she was crying, so great was her lust. When his cock was again in her all the way, he uttered a few grunts, his cock again pressed against her cervix, and she felt him shoot great gobs of his semen directly into her womb. She screamed out in another orgasm. She felt him softening in her, and as he started to withdraw she again looked down to watch the massive length of cock pull from her body. He rolled over on his back and she laid still for a minute, her cunt raw and gaping. Never, ever had she imagined being fucked like that, and she rolled over and took his beloved organ into her mouth, reverently sucking the softening member, cleaning their combined juices with her tongue.
"Was that good, Larry, did you like that sweetie?" she asked him. He grinned and nodded at her.
"You'll fuck me again, won't you sweetie? Everyday? Twice a day? I love your cock, sweetie, and I have to have it in me a lot. Okay?" He nodded again, and she took the head of his cock into her mouth again, slowly sucking and tonguing, and after a few minutes, unbelievably, she felt him getting hard again. She was so happy that she almost started crying again, and she sucked him like a women possessed. She straddled him and guided him into her battered, stretched cunt, moaning deeply as she impaled herself. She leaned forward on his chest, rocking herself to more orgasms as her cunt convulsed on the massive shaft. When she realized he had not cum, she slowly raised herself off of him, delighting in the feel of his hard length pulling out of her. She took him into her mouth again, and she sucked him for many long minutes before he shot his seed into her mouth.
She put her bikini back on and stooped to give his cock another kiss before she left. There were a lot of women and kids at the pool now, and they watched bug-eyed as she emerged from the basement, her swollen cunt lips clearly discernible through the thin fabric of her thong. When Larry emerged soon after, she knew that the word would soon spread that she was fucking the janitor.
"Fuck those people," she thought, "if those women knew what Larry had in his pants, they'd all be lining up for some." Her and her husband weren't friends with any of the other tenants anyway, so Teri didn't give a damn what they thought.
Over the next few weeks, she made Larry fuck her twice, sometimes even three times a day. She couldn't get enough of his massive meat, and that was all she thought about, and she rutted with slutty abandon in his dingy room. Then one day as her husband left for work, he found a note under their door. One of the bitches in the complex had written him a letter, detailing Teri's trips to the basement room; the times, what she was wearing, everything. When confronted with it, she freely admitted it, and she told him why.
She was in love with the man's 12" penis. Well, that was the end of their marriage. He moved out over the next few days, and on his last trip to the apartment he left his key to the front door on the kitchen table. She held the key in her hand for a few minutes, and then looped it through a long piece of string.
That afternoon, after another wonderful fuck session with Larry, she hung the key around his neck.
"It's the key to my front door," she told him. "Now you can have your whore day or night. I promise to always be naked and ready for you." She gave his cock a kiss and went back to her apartment to wait.
Larry was a pretty happy guy. He knew if he played his cards right, he'd soon be moving out of the dingy basement room and into Teri's spacious apartment. The letter he had written and put under her door for her husband to find had worked perfectly. Hell, who knows, someday he might even tell her that he wasn't really mute.