“Sounds like it,” Mrs. Moundrammer replied. “You’d best hurry up and finish or you’ll be late for the big opening.”
“Oh, he's made a big opening right here...” I muttered, laughing slightly.
Ah yes, the final delivery warning whistle. Tonight was the big night, wasn’t it? And in more ways than one for me!
“Swap me places, Tinkerboy,” Moundrammer moaned frantically as he scrambled around to the rear-end of his wife, pants still stuck around his ankles. “I finish faster this way. Just be sure to hold her steady so she doesn’t go flying,” more belly laughter.
Mrs. Moundrammer took me in her mouth as I felt the ground begin to shake with each thrust from her sizable husband. We began sliding along the ground – forcing me to dig my feet into the floor, inadvertently driving my southern pole deeper down the throat of Jonah's wife! And here, oh thank heavens, I heard those salacious gags I so desperately longed for. Oh my, how arousing they were! Her lips went to work as expertly as always. I felt myself losing control and knew the time was near…
“Right there…” The big man groaned, just as I heard myself utter the same.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
He rammed against her with ever increasing force as the low grumble emanated from his beard and he shouted…
“MAAAAAAIR-REEEE OOOOOPENNNNING …Oh it’s gonna be a glorious explosion for you alright, Margo!”
The eruption from his massive mallet caused a heavy rumble – just as I fired my special frosting down Mrs. Moundrammer’ gullet. She gagged and moaned, moaned and gag all at once, being filled and stuffed from both ends. I felt her teeth clamp down ever so lightly on my stiff sword as her eyes closed with delight. And after I had emptied the entire contents of my container in her, I attempted to pull out, but her hand instantly shot up and took hold of my pulsating rolling pin. She refused to let me withdraw! Now the eyes were opening and staring up mischievously at me… Her thumb went to work, squeezing out the final drops and then, only then, was I allowed to extract the red and raw, yet supremely satisfied southern pole.
***
Jonah Moundrammer stood on the opposite side of her, pulling up his pants with haste, like an embarrassed college lad trying to exit the scene of his shame.
“You know,” he began, “Since you did so well here Tinkertots, I’ve got a little proposition for you!”
The room smelled of sex and debauchery – oh so perfect! Mrs. Moundrammer put her dress back on, and evidently not totally content, began rubbing her own nipples while giving me a look of pure sex. I wasn’t sure what to make of this…
The hefty arm of Mr. Moundrammer found itself wrapped around my tiny shoulders. The grand opening would be upon us soon. All those little eager customers were counting on him to deliver these highly sought after items! And yet all this stalling.
“As I said, uhh Tinkerbottoms! That’s right, Tinkerbottoms – since you did so well, I’d like to make you a proposition. How’s that sound?”
“Uhh, great Mr. Moundrammer!” I gushed, not knowing what he had in store for me.
“It’s a rare request, keep in mind. Not just anyone gets asked to do this. But I feel you can handle the job,” he winked at his wife before redirecting that twinkling eye of his back to my face. “How would you like to be… My personal assistant!”
I nearly fainted…. Mr. Moundrammer's personal assistant?! I’d only heard of this in storybooks! I wasn’t even sure it existed.
“Well Mr. Moundrammer… I’d like to, but… I’m not sure what the job all entails,” now I winked at Mrs. Moundrammer. She licked her lips, running a hand through the impressive cleavage and down to her naughty bits.
“Oh come now, Tinkerbottoms!”
“Already did that, sir,” and we both laughed. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. I accept!”
“Wise choice, my not so little assistant!”
“I think so too,” Mrs. Moundrammer intoned.
“Good, then it is settled!” Jonah laughed. “Now, I must be off to deliver these valuable toys to the people of the world! Being a billionaire isn't easy, you know! Now, Mrs. Moundrammer will instruct you on your first order of business as our personal assistant. Though I imagine she has already taught you more than a few of the required tasks...”
Winks all around. And with that Mr. Moundrammer was out the door.
What a wonderful decision it turned out to be all that time ago when I first stepped into the evaluation line outside of Moundrammer's shop. This place is where the fun of manhood was shown to me. Where Mrs. Moundrammer has ravaged me over and over. Where I learned of cookie dough and rolling pins. She continues on, to this day, providing me with ample lessons on countless salacious adventures and romps between the assembly lines. The woman is insatiable – I wouldn’t have it any other way!
And that is the story of how I became Mr. Moundrammer's little helper… While it is true at the beginning I did say I was a toy tinkerer – and now we have reached the point where the position of Jonah Moundrammer's personal assistant has been bestowed upon me. But, that is not my current position. What I do now is something entirely different.
They call me the Moundrammer's lead evaluator... And oh no, I can’t tell you how that came about! Not here anyway. It’s another story altogether!
Uh oh, here comes Mrs. Moundrammer and her new batch of prospective secretaries... each wearing those low-cut tops, with a tasty set of tits being presented – what a job I have!
Story 23
Bernard could never remember which way to twist. He knew righty tighty and lefty loosey since he was a kid, but for some reason, whenever he was turning on a water spout, his mind kept flipping it over. He’d turn the wrong way trying to turn the water on and again while he was trying to turn it off.
He finally twisted the correct way and the hose swelled under him. Bernard fought to unkink it until the water blasted out the end cutting a crease through his grass. As the flow continued, he took hold of the hose just below the head and dragged it out through the yard toward the fence. The flower beds along the fence were dry, so he splattered water over the petals moistening them and poured out around the bushes one after another as he moved down the boards of the privacy fence.
The boards were weathering gray, so he needed to stain them. The for sale sign in the yard next door had been pulled up, so he would need to hurry, if he wanted to get both sides to protect his fence. He didn’t want to have to introduce himself to some new couple and their brat kids, if he could avoid it.
He was pushing forty and Carla was thirty-five. The question of why they didn’t have kids would always come up then. When it became clear that it was their choice, the evangelism of parenthood would roll out. It was his least favorite style of evangelism by far, but the cult of parenthood was not the only bit that he hated about neighbors. They each had a religion or a sports team they imported with them from another state or shows they worshipped or music they wanted you to like or the husband was a Mason or the wife played Mah Jong or she sold homemade jewelry or Tupperware or the kids were selling cookies or wrapping paper for school. It never ended – the constant march of conversion from the neighbors. Every time one moved, Bernard breathed a sigh of relief and he hung out on that side of his yard for a while.
The west side of his yard faced a house occupied by a Baptist, girl scout, wrapping paper, bridge club, Red Sox, Ohio State, Broncos, and Classic Rock family. They were fundamentalist about most of these religions, but had gotten the message that Bernard and Carla were not buying on any of it. That side of the yard was cold.
When the for sale sign vanished on the east side neighbor’s vacant house, Bernard felt his days of peace were numbered again. As he moved to the next rose bush, his eyes widened. What if the Methodist, Packers, Free Mason, Country and Western family was coming back? The dad had been laid off and moved south for new work, but he could have gotten his job back. Bernard shivered. Their kids were a special kind of evil and the parents never got the messag
e that Bernard wasn’t buying. They never, ever got the message.
He moved one more bush and focused his attention on the widening gaps between the boards. He could peer through to the unmowed grass next door. He didn’t know how to fix the problem of the separating boards easily. Bernard could run down to the store to buy stain, but aside from tearing down the boards and rebuilding the fence, he didn’t know how to fix the gaps. His rose bushes and backyard sanctuary would be exposed right at the moment the new neighbors arrived. He might have to live with the gaps and the brat kids peeking through at him.
The door opened on the back porch of the neighbor’s house. Bernard narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to one of the gaps until the hose splattered against the unprotected wood. It was already beginning apparently. The new evangelists were already here.
There was chipped, metal patio furniture on the slab behind the house. That was new even though the scarred, white paint on the furniture was not. He should have noticed that even with the fence. Bernard was losing his touch. If he wasn’t careful, the new neighbors would sneak up on him while he wasn’t paying attention.
He heard the faucet next door squeak as it was turned on. The neighbor got it right the first try. He couldn’t see the spicket from this angle, but Bernard waited.
His breath caught as he saw her walk into view in her bikini. It was a neon pink that caught the sun and seemed to glow over the curve of her plump ass and her succulent breasts. Even though she had curves to spare, she was shorter than Bernard and had a sporty, athletic build. Her stomach was flat, tanned, and tight. Every muscle was toned.
Bernard swallowed and reminded himself to breathe.
She couldn’t be a day over twenty. Maybe she was the daughter. She could be attending the local community college. That would mean she was around a lot. Bernard licked his lips. Too late to fix the gaps in the fence anyway.
She had blondish-brown hair tied back in a ponytail high on her head. As she dragged the hose over to the patio, she moved her head from side to side and her pony tail whipped from one toned shoulder to the other. It made her painfully sexy, but she did it in a way that said she was completely unaware of the effect it must have on every boy, or man, that saw her. She couldn’t even know she was being watched right now. She was just that wildly sexy.
She pressed her thumb over the end of the hose and blasted a slice of water over the battered furniture. The mist sprinkled up into the air and drifted back on the breeze past her exposed body. The tiny droplets clung to her skin and she swept her damp pony tail back and forth over her sun-kissed back like she had no idea what it was doing to Bernard.
Her nipples stood out under their neon covers and Bernard moved up one board to look through another gap at the side of her breasts showing where the bikini top didn’t do a complete job of covering her.
She dropped the hose with a click on her porch. On the way down, the water wash over her ass and ran down her legs. She let out a tiny, mousey squeak which gave Bernard a stir in the front of his jeans. She ran her fingers through her bikini bottom along the top and sides to adjust it out. Not knowing she was being watched, she pulled it out a bit too far each pass letting Bernard spy her crack and the sunny curves of her cheeks before she was satisfied with the lay of the material across her ass.
Bernard was so stiff that his cock hurt where it pressed against his belt. He was thick and long enough now from watching her that his cock wrestling for room had added an inch to his waist size at least.
He swallowed and kept watching.
She picked up a hand full of sandpaper and started rubbing against the top of the overturned table. The stubborn paint chips flew off and she started pumping harder. As she knelt with her feet arched under her ass she twisted from side to side with the motion of her work. Her ass waved back and forth as it bulged with her bent body.
She stretched out to reach another portion of the table and her tits hung down in the top as she leaned. One strap slid out over her shoulder and threatened to slide off freeing one of her breasts. Bernard had never rooted so hard for a bikini strap before. Her breasts heaved from side to side bunching the material together over her nipples and exposing more of her swinging tits. She was too occupied with the work to notice the show she was putting on for her spying neighbor.
She dropped the paper and held her back as she leaned back. Her breasts spread out against her strained top. Her knees spread as her front aimed toward Bernard’s vantage point.
His mouth dropped open. “Holy Moses.”
She picked up the hose and washed over her head and down her front. The skin of her breasts showing so much on both sides of the bunched cups of her top glistened like they had been oiled. The flow poured down over her stomach between her legs.
“Jesus H. Christ,” Bernard whispered.
He looked down and saw he had washed a canyon in his potting soil around one of his rose bushes. He turned the hose away from the spot and shouted. “Well, shit.”
He clapped a hand over his mouth and looked back through the gap. She was walking toward the fence. Even though the movement of her legs, the sway of her exposed hips, and her glistening breasts were something to behold, he turned away and walked down several bushes to pretend to be still watering. Bernard turned his body to hide the swell of his cock in case she looked through the gaps in the boards.
“Hey.” A girl’s voice called.
He turned just his head to look at the fence, but then saw her leaning over the high top. She had pulled up onto the top of the boards with her elbows and her breasts hung over above Bernard’s yard. Her struggle had pulled up the bottoms of the cups of her bikini top and the material was only one wiggle away from exposing her nipples standing pert and wet under what was left of the bikini’s coverage. The bottoms of her glowing tits were resting on the rough wood of the fence. She had to feel that, but she was acting as if she didn’t as she smiled down at Bernard.
“Hey.” Bernard breathed out in a rasp with his back turned to her looking over his shoulder.
“I’m your new neighbor,” she said. “I’m Tilly.”
Bernard waved with the back of his hand. “Hello, Tilly, I’m Bernard. Friends call me Berny or Berns.”
“Berns is a more bad ass name,” she said.
Bernard laughed with a nervous twitter under his voice. He tried to tell himself inside his head over and over again, look at her eyes, look at her eyes, look at her eyes … but those tits …
Bernard shook his head and blinked. He looked away from her and took a step down his lawn to water the next bush. He looked back and she was leaning over further. Her top couldn’t hold on much longer and neither could the front of his pants. He was going to strain his groin, if he got any harder.
She was still smiling, so he smiled back. Her face was past her tits at this angle, so he thought he was getting away with staring.
He cleared his throat and said, “So, Tilly, you live with your parents? Any brothers or sisters?”
“Oh, no, Berns, I’m renting the house for school. My parents live on the west coast. I’m here all by my lonesome. What about you?”
Bernard couldn’t focus on the fact that he lived next to a rental now. That was his worst nightmare, but it was mitigated by the sexy dream leaning over the fence teasing him with her barely contained body.
“All alone, huh? I mean … no, I’m married. I live with my wife Carla, I mean.”
“Oh, lucky lady.”
Did she just say that with her neon tits hanging over my fence, he thought. She did. And he swore she was checking out his ass and smiling about it too. Surely it was his imagination, but her eyes were cast low. He was turned funny, but still. He knew he still had a good body for his late thirties. He had been checked out before.
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Berns. You and Carla should come over soon. I’d love to meet the neighbors.”
He nodded. “We love to welcome new neighbors. That’s us.”
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“Well, I have to get back to making the place liveable, if people might be visiting.”
“Okay, Tilly, see you soon. Lean over my fence any time.”
She laughed.
Bernard turned and realized that she was staring at his crotch. Covering it would be too obvious now.
She smiled again. “Very soon, I hope.”
She dropped out of sight and Bernard spotted Carla staring from the deck. Oh, shit. Carla was sexy and well-endowed. Bernard thought he was aging well, but she was doing even better. With her dark hair down around her shoulders like that, she looked as hot as most any younger girl. When she was mad, she was even sexier. Right then with her arms crossed, she looked especially sexy and Bernard was scared.
He walked back up beside the house and dropped the hose. He turned the knob the wrong way and blasted the water out harder around his shoes. He turned it the other way until the hose relaxed. One other more important hose was staying stiff though. He waited, but it wasn’t subsiding. He couldn’t hold off much longer without Carla getting more suspicious.
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