Date: Fri, 01 Jun 2007 21:32:22 +0000 From: fanara55@hotmail.com Subject: Teenage Handyman Chapter Two Billy is a thrusting (in more ways than one) 13 year old entrepreneur. His odd job service is thriving and he is making additional income from the stock market and from providing his customers with personal services. This chapter contains graphic descriptions of bisexual intercourse between underage teenagers and older m/f. Such activities are illegal in most countries. The story and characters are entirely imaginary and you should not attempt to do such things yourself. Nor should you read this if it is illegal for you to do so in your country. Comments to Fanara55@hotmail.com will be welcome. Full copyright preserved, this story must not be reproduced in any way. As Chapter Two begins, Billy is making his usual Tuesday night visit to the house of Rosemary Codrington, black, built and rich. "Come on in, Billy". I had a shock when I entered the kitchen to be confronted by the father of my schoolfriend Kofi. Always quick thinking, I waited to see if Mr Mwabe wanted to acknowledge that we knew each other. I was relieved when the older man greeted me cordially. "Billy, this is my business associate, Mr Mwabe. Kwame, this is my handyman, Billy" "It's OK, Rosemary, we know each other. Billy goes to the same school as my son." "Cool....... Billy, my sink is blocked, can you fix it?" I checked the sink, clearly the first thing to try was removing the drain plug on the U-bend pipe..It was inside a cupboard under the sink which made it difficult to get to. I got down on the floor and wriggled underneath the sink. While I was contorting myself and struggling to remove the plug I was conscious that my skimpy white shorts were not only outlining my teenage bulge but were revealing a less than decent amount of ass-crack. I knew Rosemary was appreciating the view but I also sensed that Kofi's dad was also checking me out. I removed the plug, drained the muck into a bucket, flushed the drainpipe through and replaced the plug, then wriggled out from underneath. Kofi's dad stood up to go, "See you on Thursday, Rosemary. So long Billy." Rosemary saw him out. I could hear them talking at the door. Then she fetched me a beer. "Kwame likes you Billy. He could be very useful to you if you wanted to be nice to him." " How do you mean, `nice', Mam. I'm not gay." "Billy, you're a man of the world. There's no such thing as `gay' or `straight'. People like you and me and Kwame take their pleasures where they want. You can do anything you like in this world providing you don't hurt anyone else. Anyway, its business. You're not going to be a cute li'l teenager for ever, so make the most of your opportunities." " So what does he want me to do?" Rosemary led me into the bedroom and opened a cupboard. It was full of clothes, but not the sort of clothes a 30 year old woman would wear. She pulled out a schoolgirls uniform, complete with gymslip and blue knickers. "All you gotta do is dress up in this, sit on his knee and wriggle about. You can manage that, can't you?" "OK Rosemary. Can we fuck, now?" "Thought you'd never ask..." On our second encounter, Rosemary had told me that being a business woman was very stressful and her way of relaxing was to be dominated by a schoolkid. As she said....... "Outside the bedroom I'm your boss and don't you forget it. But when the bedroom door is closed I'm your bitch and anything goes." Being a cocky, confident sort of kid I was quite happy to get into this role play. "Take your dress off! OK, now your bra! Now drop your knickers!" Rosemary obediently stripped off. "Not fast enough, bitch. Go and get the paddle!" As Rosemary disappeared into the kitchen I admired her fantastic, black ass. I had a raging hard on, I couldn't wait to fuck the ass off her. She came back with a wooden kitchen spatula. "Get across my knee, bitch!" Rosemary obediently draped herself across my knees, her voluptuous ass in the air. I picked up the paddle and brought it down hard on her ass. She squealed as the spatula came down on her satiny butt cheek. I gave her another half dozen strokes and then felt her cunt. It was dripping wet. I put the paddle down and continued to spank her with my hand. Before long she was writhing in ecstacy "You gonna behave yourself now, bitch? Do what I tell you ?" "Yeah, anything Billy. Oh Billy, you are so dominant, make me do it!" I got up and bent over the settee. "Well, kiss my ass, then." Rosemary obediently showered my 13 year old butt cheeks with kisses, then licked up and down my crack.I felt her tongue tickling my shitter. "Get your tongue right inside, bitch. Deeper! Deeper!! Taste my shit!" Rosemary tongue- fucked me vigorously. It was an exquisite sensation but I was ready for some serious action. I dragged her upstairs and pushed her on the bed. She lay on her back, legs wide open. The smell of aroused pussy and teenage testosterone permeated the air. "Not like that. Get on your belly and spread those legs!" Rosemary rolled over presenting her magnificent ass for my delectation. I prised open her crack and gazed upon the enticing purple pucker concealed in its depths. Quickly lubricating my aching rod I positioned it against her shitter and pushed hard. As it went right in up to the balls she squealed. "Take it out, Billy. Please! It's too big. My hole is splitting." I took no notice and started to work the 30 year old black woman's shit-hole energetically. I was well worked up so couldn't last long and after a dozen strokes I was on the edge. "I'm cumming...........gonna spunk your shithole , Rosemary................gonna give you a back door baby............ooogh..............aaagh.... Oh shit....." "Ooooooh, Billy! Yes please! Spunk my shitty, black ass!" "Hold tight, here it comes." The first jet shot out of my dick with the volume and velocity of a fire hose, to be followed by another six big spurts as I squirted my 13 year old jism into her hot, tight asshole. As I pulled my dick out it made a loud plopping noise as the woman's gaping sphincter closed behind it. I examined her ravaged hole with interest. It was red and puffy and my schoolboy seed was dribbling out of it. "Now clean my cock up, Rosemary." She didn't hesitate but started to lick up and down my still erect tool before taking it between her luscious lips and sucking it clean. "Oooh, Billy! That tastes so good, I love to taste a young boy's dick after its been up my ass." Despite all the roleplay, I felt tender and loving towards Rosemary. I kissed her lovingly, before thrusting my tongue down her throat. As our tongues entwined I savoured the mixture of my spunk and her ass juices. The taste turned me on. "Lets have a 69, Rosemary." I suggested. She immediately positioned herself with her pussy over my face and replaced her mouth on my weapon. It was the first time I had gone down on a woman but I was so high on sex that the normal teenage revulsion at eating pussy disappeared. I licked her wet cunt eagerly, rolling my tongue round the lips "A little bit higher, please, Billy". I did as she asked and found a hard button of flesh in her pussy. "OOOH! Yes!!!" I licked it thoroughly and took it between my lips, sucking on it. Rosemary exploded in an uncontrollable orgasm, rolling about the bed like someone having a fit. When she quietened down I licked a bit more before becoming conscious that her shithole was hovering over my face. I tentatively licked up and down her sweaty crack and then experimentally let my tongue touch the still engorged anus. I felt uncontrollably randy and hesitated only a few seconds before pushing my 13 year old tongue into the black woman's shitter. Wow! It tasted good, I could taste my spunk mixed with a hint of woman shit. I thrust my tongue inside as far as it would go and started to work her hole with it. I licked as much spunk out as I could and swallowed it appreciatively. Rosemary was soon in the throes of her second orgasm. "Oh, Billy! Oooohh! That's so good. Fuck me, Billy ! Fuck me , please!" Rosemary rolled onto her back and I got between her legs and sunk my raging dick into her warm, welcoming pussy. It was so nice, what a lucky boy I was to be able to enjoy this magnificent piece of black woman-flesh. I managed to last 10 minutes before I irrigated her quim with another half dozen squirts of life giving seed. Rosemary had told me to come round that Thursday for a session with Mr Mwabe. When I arrived she took me into the bedroom and helped me to change into my uniform which consisted of a white blouse, gymslip, blue schoolgirl knickers with the whole ensemble topped off by a pair of fishnet stockings. Five minutes later Mr Mwabe knocked at the door wearing his business suit. He went into the bedroom and emerged wearing a pair of very thin, tight fitting white slacks. Above the waist he was naked. The pants left little to the imagination, I could see the outline of his genitals clearly and they set off his muscular, black butt to perfection. Mr Mwabe sat on an upright chair, and as instructed by Rosemary, I went over and sat on his knee, making sure my gymslip was arranged so that my knickers were in contact with his thinly covered bulge. Rosemary and Kwame chatted while I wriggled about on his knee. I could feel his penis stiffening until the massive, black tool was rubbing against my knickers through the thin material covering it. After about five minutes I felt something warm and wet seeping into my knickers and soon they were soaked.. I realised my wriggling had made him cum in his slacks. Dismounting from his knee, I sat down while he went to change. After changing he thanked me and left. Rosemary took me into the bedroom and we examined Mr Mwanga's slacks. They were full of fresh, creamy spunk. Wow, that guy sure shot a load! Rosemary scooped some up in with her finger and licked it. "Sure wish Kwame had shot his load in my pussy", she remarked. "Do you fancy him then, Rosemary?", I asked. "Well, we used to fuck, in fact he was my first cock. He broke me in when I was ten and he was nineteen. But now he's married he won't touch another woman, as you can see he has other ways of getting rid of his stress. Here, taste a bit of this cum, Billy, it tastes real good." " Yeah, OK Rosemary if you want me to but I'm not gay you know." " Go on Billy, it turns me on to watch you eat some of that spunk." "I'd sooner eat it out of your pussy, Rosemary." Rosemary stripped off, scooped up a big gob of Mr Mwabe's jism and pushed it into her cunt. Then she kneeled over me, her dripping quim right in my face. As she closed her lips round my aching cock I inhaled the heady aroma of aroused pussy and fresh, African spunk. Grabbing her hips I pulled her down onto my mouth and thrust my tongue into her as far as it would go. She was right, Kwame's cum did taste good, better than Sami Gohil's, the owner of the corner shop, when he had paid me to suck him off only a week ago (see Chapter One).The excitement of licking her cum-filled pussy brought me to a speedy and voluminous ejaculation as Rosemary orgasmed over my face. Shit! I was well on the way to becoming a cum-hound and that was gay, wasn't it? We were both eager for a fuck. Rosemary lay on her back and I got between her legs. As I slid my thick eight -incher inside her I found I was enjoying the more than usually slippery sensation caused by her having a gob of Mr Mwabe's spunk inside her..I imagined what it might be like if he had just fucked her and I was having `slippery seconds'. It was something that had never happened to me and I thought I might enjoy it.. I kissed Rosemary tenderly and made passionate love to her for the next hour. Every now and then she would have a lick at the inside of Mr Mwabe's pants. Before I went, I explained my arrangement with old Fred Wiggins and asked if I could borrow the trousers for him. Rosemary wiped her cunt with my schoolgirl knickers and said she would wear them for the rest of the evening and I could have them the next time I came round. That Saturday, I did my usual round of odd jobs in the morning. I hadn't been round to Fred's since Sami had busted my ass with his stubby Indian lingam so I had a special offering for Fred. When I gave him the briefs I had worn that day he sniffed them appreciatively. "H'm....blood, spunk, shit and piss stains......interesting." He put his tongue to the stained material. " Doesn't taste like your jism, Billy...........bit of a curry flavour." I recounted the events of that evening. Fred was excited and even more so when I handed him Kwame's trousers. "Wow, thanks, Billy. Whose spunk is this?" I told him how I had dressed up as a schoolgirl and wriggled about on the knee of my best schoolmate's father until he shot his load in his pants. "Shit, Billy, you do get around. Where are the knickers?" I told him Rosemary was wearing them but he could have them next week. As usual, I dropped my shorts for Fred to rim my ass, noticing, when he had finished, that he had cum into his pants. Then we got down to business. Fred reckoned the stock market was dead at the moment and told me he was going into property. Immigrants were flooding into the country and needed somewhere to live. Fred intended to buy a big, old house and convert it to part-bedsit and part- dormitory accomodation. He asked me if I wanted to put some money into the house and also manage it for him. "For every £100 you put up, the bank will lend you £1000," he explained. I considered the proposition. It seemed interesting and the figures were good. " OK, Fred", I told him It was the school holidays so he asked me to come round the following day so we could look at some properties. Instead of me giving him his usual drink of piss he stood in the shower with his underpants on and asked me to soak them. Pissing all over his pants turned me on and I couldn't wait to get round to my next customer, Mrs Williams. I quickly did Mrs Williams' shopping and, as usual, we headed for the bedroom. "I'm expecting the butcher's boy shortly so I'll leave the door open", she told me. We stripped off and got on the bed. This time she wanted to ride my cock, Fine by me, let her do all the work for a change! She lowered her big, hairy cunt onto my dick and started bouncing up and down. She had only been riding me for about a minute when we heard the door open. "Mrs Williams? Here's your meat delivery." "Leave it on the table and come up here, Bert." Bert came into the bedroom, grinning when he saw us. "Looks like you won't need me this morning", he said. "Fuck off, Bert, you know me better than that. Get those clothes off and get on this bed!". "How, d'yer want it, Fanny, up yer ass?" ""No, I want to be double-cocked today." Double-cocked? What the hell was that, I'd never heard of it. I soon found out. Fanny Williams leant forward so her tits were in my face. They were nice tits for a sixty year old woman, big and firm. I took a nipple in my mouth. I felt Bert get between my thighs. Then I felt his cock touching mine and pushing at the old girl's pussy. It slid in easily and the sensation of having another kid's dick alongside mine inside a juicy pussy really turned me on. Bert started to piston in and out, his 17 year old dick stroking mine with each move. The sensation was bringing me to a climax. "Mrs Williams..............I gotta cum..........." "Hang on, Billy, if you can, we'll try and spunk her together. I'll give the signal." said Bert. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold it. " Ok, Billy! NOW!" shouted Bert. I felt a deluge of warm cum squirt over my cock as I ejaculated my own bollock-load into the voracious love-tunnel. Our combined loads were too much, even for Mrs Williams huge cunt and the spunk oozed out over my balls. Bert was the first to pull out, wiping his dripping cock on my ass, the cheeky fucker. Fanny took both our cocks in her mouth and eagerly sucked them dry. She gave us both a good tip and we walked down the garden path together. " Shit, Billy, you got a tool on yer........nice ass too." I knew plenty of guys fancied my ass but I didn't expect to hear another kid say so openly. I decided on a cheeky reply. "Big enough to stretch your shit-hole, Bert." "Fuck off, I wouldn't even notice it was up me." We bought a couple of cokes and went and sat in the park. "You ever done that double-cocking before, Bert?" "Yeah, once or twice. It's great isn't it, feeling another guy's dick alongside yours in a pussy." "I liked it too, Bert, but isn't it a bit...........y'know, a bit..... gay?" "Who cares, I like it so I do it. Anyway, what's wrong with a bit of ass?" "Well, I know some guys like it................" "Course they do. Tell yer what, I'll let you fuck me if I can fuck you. You ever had a bit of ass before?" "No...well, I've shagged a coupla women in the shitter but not a guy." "Well, would you like to try it.?" Well, I definitely wanted to fuck Bert's ass. I'd been lusting for male ass ever since Sammy Gohil had busted my cherry. I'd fancied Sammy's ass something rotten but he wouldn't give it up. All the same, I decided to be cautious. Bert might get me to admit to fancying men and then laugh at me for being queer. " I dunno Bert......... y' know I'm into women.....I'm not a gay-boy. Have you done it before?." "Yeah, y'know that Indian guy at the corner shop. He took me upstairs and offered me some money for my ass." "How much did he pay you?" "Fifty quid." I laughed inwardly. Evidently I was better at peddling my ass than Bert. But I didn't tell him about me and Sammy or what he had paid me. It was enough to know that Bert really had done it. " Bert... have you ever shagged any ass yourself?" " Well, no............see, I wanted to shag Sammy but he wouldn't let me and I haven't met anyone else I fancy yet." "Well, let me think about it. I'll see you at Fanny's next week". I intended to check out Bert's story with Sammy before committing myself. The next day Fred and I went house hunting. Eventually we found a suitable property with a basement and three storeys. We decided to convert it so that in the basement would be my private office, a bathroom and the kitchen. The rooms on the other three floors would become four dormitories, each with six beds, on the other floors they would be divided up to make small bedsits. The total accomodation would be for 40 guys, necessitating another small bathroom on the middle floor. To save space we would rip out the bath and install communal showers and urinals, thus needing the minimum of cubicles. I asked Kwame's advice about getting the conversion done. He called in a favour and got a builder to do it at cost. I was to do the plumbing and electrics and Kwame, who owned a furniture shop did me a good deal on the furniture. The conversion would take several weeks but in the meantime we decided to fill the dormitories and use the existing facilities. A few adverts produced a good response. We had decided to concentrate on African guys for this house to avoid any possible friction if we mixed blacks and eastern europeans. These were the immigrant groups most in need of cheap accomodation at that time. As soon as I had got the bunkbeds in I started letting and soon had 24 west Africans paying rent. So Billy is now in the property business, he's learnt how to dominate women and he's had Bert's ass offered to him. What will happen to our thrusting entrepreneur next? Comments to Fanara55@hotmail.com please and look out for Chapter 3.