Sex Toy Tales: Tales

Sunny Saturdays are pretty rare in Seattle, even in the summer time, but I'd sworn to myself I was going to get the damn garage cleaned out that particular Saturday morning before I did anything else, even going for a putt on the Harley. Half the crap in there was stuff the Ex had left behind a year earlier when she took off with the “jerk from work” as I liked to call him. Hell, his yuppieness suited her better than my basic blue collar anyway; they were welcome to each other. Lucky for me, the judge had agreed that since I'd bought the house before we got married, there were no kids, and she made at least as much if not more than I did, the house was mine. She'd walked with her spiffy little red sports car and her clothes. I hadn't seen her since the final hearing. Even luckier for me, though all three of us worked for the same company, they were both computer types in some office park out south, while I was a riveter down on the Renton assembly line.

I lugged another box of her junk out and put it in the back of my truck. Goodwill was going to get a real haul out of this I thought as my next door neighbor Colleen rolled into the driveway in her Grand Am. Colleen's a nice looking black woman in her early thirties. She¹s built just the way I like women, plump enough not to have sharp corners but still skinny enough to pack on the back of a Hog. She's a real estate agent. She'd sold me the house originally and decided she liked the development so much she bought the one next to mine. Her current boyfriend, Andre, worked for the same company I did, building some of the biggest, best known jet airplanes in the world. He'd screwed up a knee and been off work on L&I disability for about the past two months. I'd seen Colleen pull out early that morning, and he'd been out of the driveway about five minutes after she'd left. Probably headed for his favorite sports bar to spend the day sucking down beers and watching the Mariners lose another one. Not that I wouldn't have minded a couple of cold ones myself, but I had a few things to get done first.

“Russ, you believe this?” Colleen stood next to her car, looking around the yard, then turned to face me. “I asked the lazy bum to get the yard mowed today,” She said, waving a hand at the lawn, “Looks like a damn wheat field. You'd think he could take care of that. His knee isn't bothering him that much.”

I shrugged. “I saw him take off right after you left,” I grinned, “He wasn't feeling any pain then, by the way he was moving.”

“I just closed a quarter million dollar house.” Colleen strolled across the narrow strip of grass that separated our two houses. “I feel like celebrating, and he's off watching a damn ball game or something.” She looked pretty good, too: short dark skirt, white blouse showing off some serious cleavage, couple of inches worth of heels and that gold real estate agent blazer. About five foot six, minus the heels, shoulder length hair, big brown eyes and skin about the color of milk chocolate. We kidded at each other once in a while, but it had never gone beyond a little friendly flirting. I decided to be neighborly.

“I don't now how much of a celebration it would be,” I offered, “but I've got some cold beers in the fridge, if you want one.”

She grinned and nodded. “Sounds good to me, you look like you're due for a break, anyway.” She glanced at my sweat stained T-shirt. “So how come you aren't out riding your Harley on a nice day like this?”

“I want this crap out of my garage and my life. There's plenty of time to go riding this afternoon,” I glanced back over my shoulder as I headed through the garage into the house, “In fact, once I get this stuff dumped at Goodwill, you want to go for a ride with me? I'll buy lunch. That'll be a little more of a celebration than just a beer, if you can wait about a half hour or so.”

“Can I still have that beer?”

“One cold brew, coming up.”

When I came back out of the kitchen, she'd parked herself in the old roll around desk chair I keep out in the garage, hung her blazer on one of the handlebars of the hog and had her feet up on an empty milk crate. I could see the very edges of stocking tops crossing her thighs under the hem of her skirt as I handed her the cold bottle. I leaned against the front of the workbench and took a long slow pull at mine. To my surprise, she tipped hers back and put away about a third of it, paused for air and then belted down another third before setting the bottle on the workbench and stretching like a cat. A tiny slice of brown thigh flesh appeared over the stocking tops. I noticed she didn't pull the hem of her skirt back down to cover it.

“Oh, man, I needed that.” She sighed, "“That damn Andre seems to think I don't exist any more except to wait on him and put money in the checking account. If there's a ball game on, I could park my naked butt on top of the TV and he'd tell me to quit blocking the screen.”

“I thought it was his knee bugging him, not his eyes,” I chuckled, “If you did that on my TV, I'd pitch the damn thing out the window.”

“What about that?” She inclined her head towards the Harley. “Lynn used to say you cared more about the bike than you did her.”

“She was scared of it, she almost never got on it,” I shrugged, “She wanted me to sell the bike and become Mr. Yuppie for her. We never should have got married in the first place. Mistakes happen.”

“She didn't seem like your type.” Colleen commented, sipping at her almost finished beer.

“That's an understatement.” I chuckled. “She's living over in Bellevue with the clown she was doing behind my back. Fancy condo, Beemer and Miata convertibles, vacations in Mazatlan, the whole yuppie D.I.N.K. dream. You remember two years ago, when I took vacation and rode back to Sturgis?”

Colleen nodded. “I remember you saying what a great time you had when you came back.”

“When I told her I wanted her to go with me, she looked at me like I was fucking nuts. I found out later she spent almost the whole two weeks at Mr. Yuppie's place in Bellevue.”

“Two weeks on this thing?” Colleen stood up and swung a leg over the Hog, showing off stocking top and thigh all around as she hiked up her skirt and sat down on the back seat. “Sounds like fun. I can feel the vibration over at my place when you start it up.” She smiled at me. “So, when we gonna go for that ride?”

“Soon as I haul a truckload of bad memories off to Goodwill. My old man used to say if you don't keep promises to yourself, you won't keep them to anyone else, and I promised myself this shit would all be out of here today.” I set down my beer and picked up another box. “Won't take long, though. There's a drop box just down at the Fred Meyer.”

She got off the bike and looked in the box I was holding. “You should have had a garage sale, made some money off this stuff.”

“I just want to be rid of it.” I said over my shoulder as I walked out to the truck. “You can have a look through it and take anything you want, though. The boxes against the wall are her stuff, too.”

I put the box in the truck and spent a minute or so rearranging things to make more room, then went back in the dark garage. “Finding anything you want?”

“Right this minute, the only thing in this garage I want is you.”

Colleen was sitting in that roll around chair again, but this time, her blouse and a black lace bra were hanging from the handlebars of the hog, along with her blazer. And I'd thought just the cleavage looked nice! The tits were fantastic!

“Uh, what about Andre?” I wasn't so much concerned with the idea of doing his old lady as with him coming home at the wrong moment. I didn't really know the guy very well, but one thing I knew about him for sure was that he owned a couple of guns. But guns or not, my dick was already straining against the front of my Levi's.

“I think the Mariners had a double header today. He'll be gone for hours.” She smiled leaned forward a little. “And speaking of headers, c'mon over here and let me see yours.”

No problem. I grinned and walked right up to her. She reached out and had my pants and shorts down around my ankles in no time, and I wear button fly Levis and a belt.

“Mmm, nice.” She smiled up at me, cupping my balls with her left hand as she wrapped her right hand around the shaft. “Don't believe that shit about every black dude in the world being hung like a horse.” She said, slowly stroking me.

“Never did.” I replied, shivering slightly even in the heat as her hand ran across the head of my dick, “Besides, I figure it's not the tool that does the job, it's the operator.”

She leaned forward even further and licked gently at the tip once. “Well, let me operate on this tool for a while, hmm?” And with that she wrapped her lips around the head and began swirling her tongue around it till it felt like I'd stuck my dick in a miniature Jacuzzi. Still gently fondling my balls and slowly running her hand up and down the shaft she began to slowly bob her head up and down about half the length of my dick, then let it out of her mouth and leaned down to lick and suck on my balls.

“In fact, you put a lot of brothers I've known to shame, including one you know.” She grinned up at me, then slowly licked the length of the underside of my dick from base to tip before taking the head in her mouth and beginning to bob up and down on it again, a little faster this time. I reached down and grabbed a double handful of those beautiful chocolate mounds and began to squeeze them gently, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.

“Mmhhmmm, baby, that feels so nice,” She sighed and leaned back, placing my now slippery dick in her cleavage. “Sooo…oo nice, fuck my titties for me, please?” she whispered, tucking her chin down and licking at the head of my dick as it slid out.

I paused long enough to kick off one boot and get my legs free enough to straddle her better in the chair, then started stroking her tit channel in earnest. Every time the head came close enough, she'd give it a lick or a suck, and kept one hand busy playing with my balls the whole time. The other hand was on my ass, pulling me as close as possible. I continued to press her tits together. When I pressed on her nipples with my thumbs, she moaned and tried to swallow more of me.

It'd been a while since I last got laid and I started to feel my balls tightening up to shoot. “Colleen, I'm gonna come, baby, you feel so good, too good, I'm gonna come real soon, you might…”

She stopped me in mid warning. “Damn straight you are, baby, and I want every drop!” she said, her voice almost a growl. “Come hard for me, baby! Give me everything you got! Right here in mama's mouth!” She let me out of her titty tunnel, popped my dick back into her mouth and began sucking like a flesh and blood shop vac.

A few more seconds and I grabbed the sides of her head and began fucking her face. She moaned happily and kept on sucking. “Uh huh! Uh huh! Go, baby, go!”

That's all it took. I started blasting her mouth with jizz. She locked her lips around the head and sucked like I was an extra thick milkshake and my dick was the straw. I had to let go of her head and grab the arms of the chair to keep it from going over backwards. When I was done, she carefully licked me clean. I sagged against the workbench and looked down at her.

“Hope I didn't wear you out,” she smiled, licking a stray drop of jizz off the corner of her mouth. “I got someplace else needs that big thing, bad. You need a little mouth to dick resuscitation?”

“No, how about letting me return the favor first, though.” I glanced out at the street. “Let me pull that garage door down first.” I put my pants on enough to walk over and hit the button for the garage door opener, then came back and pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She looked surprised.

“Most guys won't kiss a lady who's just done that for them.”

“Some other guy, hell no, but what's mine is mine.” I shrugged. “Wouldn't be the first time I got a little of my own back from a lady, anyway, what's the difference?” I walked over and grabbed a couple of towels out of the dryer, spreading one out on the workbench and folding the other into about five layers, which I put on the floor in front of the bench.

“What's with the towels?”

“Take your skirt and panties off, sit your cute ass down on that bench and you'll find out.” I replied, reaching for her and fumbling with the zipper on the skirt. When the skirt came off I discovered a matching garter belt and panty set to go with the black lace bra hanging off my Harleys handlebars. I hung the rest of her stuff there, too. Then when she got sat down on the bench, I arranged her so she was parked right on the edge, in easy eating range.

“I hear most brothers don't go in for eating pussy.” I smiled at her, dropping to my knees in front of her on the folded towel.

“No, that's true, most of them don't.” She smiled, leaned back on her hands and spread her thighs wide.

“Their loss. It's one of my favorite things to do, after riding.” I ran a finger gently up and down her slit to part the soft, curly black hairs, nibbling and kissing around the fringes a little, just to make her squirm. Then I ran my tongue up and down the length of her slit, pressing a little harder with each stroke and battering her clit with the tip of my tongue every time I crossed it. She wrapped one of her legs around the back of my head and clamped me in, letting the other trail down my back. I wrapped my lips around her clit for a little while and sucked on it like a baby nursing a nipple, then tried to see how far up inside her I could get my tongue, then just switched back and forth every few seconds for several minutes until she was moaning and panting for me to come up for air.

“Unh unh, not till your brain melts and runs out your ears.” I said, muffled by her bush.

“It did that a couple of minutes ago, baby,” she gasped, pulling me up and kissing me with a grin and half closed eyes. “Like you said, what's mine is mine.” She reached down and slid her right hand into my pants, caressing my once again hard dick. “Ooohhh, ready again!”

“Not quite.” I said, helping her down from the bench and picking up the towels. “Give me a second and I'll show you a trick only bikers know.” I folded them both and laid them on the gas tank of the Harley, then went over and popped the garage door open manually about a foot. I went back to the bike, slipped the key into the ignition, turned the juice on, lost my other boot and my pants and sat down on the seat. Standing the bike upright, I squeezed the clutch and popped it out of gear, keeping both feet firmly planted on the floor to balance the bike and my right hand on the throttle grip to keep the front end straight. “Swing a leg over facing me and sit in my lap, on this.” I said, holding my dick up for her with my left hand.

She smiled and eased herself down on it her legs on top of mine. “This looks like it's gonna be kinky.” She giggled, wrapping her legs around me.

“Now lay back on the towels.” I said, pushing the electric start switch on the grip with my thumb. With a couple of cranks of the starter, the Hog rumbled to life. Her eyes got big, fast, and got even bigger when I rapped the throttle gently and bounced on the rear suspension a little.

“You've just been introduced to the Milwaukee Vibrator!” I laughed, shouting slightly over the thump of the straight pipes. “You said you could feel it vibrating clear over at your house. How do you like it close up?”

She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my shoulder, bouncing up and down on my dick as hard as she could, making full use of the bikes suspension. I just sat there and let her do it, holding her up with my left arm wrapped around her back, letting the bike do my part of the work for me. She started whipping her head around and moaning, clutching at me and kissing me.

“Russ! Baby! This is wonderful! Oh yeah! Harder! Oh, Fuck me, baby! Oh yes!” Every time I'd twist the wick a little, she'd bounce harder. I leaned her back just a bit and leaned myself forward so I could suck on her titties. She started coming like a string of firecrackers, over and over. Finally on one particularly hard bounce, I came too, pulling her close and thrusting upward as hard as I could, letting the bike idle down as I did. She leaned against me panting, both of us glistening with sweat. I flipped the kill switch with my thumb.

She looked up at me. “Baby, old Andre don't know it yet, but he's gonna get his walking papers. Lynn was a damn fool to let go of you, and I'm going to learn from her mistake. What do you say to that?”

Well, what the hell was I supposed to say? Hell Yeah!