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Subject: {ASSM} Some Work Around the House (MM+ orgy pronouns) by PleaseCain
Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 10:10:03 -0500
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SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY.
Copyright 2000 PleaseCain@aol.com -- Commercial use prohibited without 
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Some Work Around the House
by PleaseCain@aol.com

Charlie opened a ladder outside the garage, shaking his head as he looked at 
the soffit.  The people before him did such a lousy job.

He called to Gus washing his sport utility vehicle across the street: "What 
are you doing for the Cubs game?"

"What time's it at?"

"Six."

"No can do.  We've got a graduation party for one of the nieces."

Charlie exchanged waves with Bud mowing his lawn next-door to Gus.  Charlie's 
neighbor Bronco trimmed his hedges, but no one bothered saying anything to 
him.  Charlie climbed the ladder to nail the loose trim.

Charlie's wife Jean squeezed past under the ladder with a list in hand.  "I'm 
going for the shopping."

"Bye, hun," he called as she hopped in the minivan and pulled out of the 
drive.  Bud's wife was backing out too, so Jean waited, and they waved as 
they passed each other.  A few minutes later, Gus' wife and kids pulled away, 
on the way to soccer practice.

Bronco's wife Ginnie asked, "Do you have a taste for anything this week?" but 
Bronco only grunted above the sound of chopping shears.

Her car turned out of sight at the end of the block, and the clippers 
clattered to the ground, the lawn mower stopped, the hammer pinged to the 
garage floor, and the hose hissed and went dry.  Bud and Gus jogged across 
the street; Bronco hopped the hedges.  When they got downstairs, Charlie was 
already stroking.

Bronco pulled off his sweats and dropped to his knees, saying, "There is 
something I've had a taste for all week."

Gus stepped forward and said, "Let me take a wild guess," coating Bronco's 
lips with the precum drooling from his ripe cockhead.  Buttass naked, Bud and 
Charlie polished each other's poles as they watched Bronco's tongue chase 
Gus' meat.  "Yesss," they hissed when he grabbed Gus' buns and guided the 
cock to his craving mouth, "suck that dick, suck it until it cums."

Bronco goes mad with hard meat in his mouth: his head Charliebed and his 
breath blasted into Gus' pubes.  Turned on by the sloppy sucking sounds, Gus 
fucked the large head mercilessly, his ass dimpling as he bucked.  Bronco's 
eyes teared under the assault of dick spearing his mouth.

"He's taking that whole cock," Charlie growled.  "Make him cum, cocksucker!"

"Do it now, Bronco," Bud said, his mouth watering while he squeezed the base 
of Charlie's prick, curling it ripe red.

"Suck harder, harder, slut," Gus huffed, "harder, that's it, good girl," 
pushing Bronco's head and gripping his spitty cock to aim gushes of 
peckersnot across Bronco's forehead and face and the flat of a tongue 
desperately searching for the taste of bubbling juice.

No sooner had Bronco cleaned the prod then Charlie stepped in Gus' place and 
rubbed his banana cock in the dripping face-mess.  His eyes shut, Bronco 
hummed lustily as the prick spread sticky goo over his glistening face.  Then 
Charlie positioned his glans at the open lips and Bronco sucked in the entire 
length, locking his hands behind Charlie's back so that he wouldn't again be 
cheated from his cumdrink.

Gus placed his hands on the blind cocksucker's shoulders and rasped in his 
ear, "Suck down, champ, I have a vacancy for you to fill."

"Yeah, hurry up, you greedy fuckers," Bud added and grabbed Charlie's ass, "I 
see another spot that needs attention, and I've got the tools all ready," he 
said, slapping his palm on the naked cheeks.  Charlie's hips jolted deeper 
into Bronco's throat, a sucksound escaping the lips.

"Ooh, you liked that, didn't you?"  Bud brought his hand down again.  Charlie 
gasped and threw back his head, "Oh yeah."

Gus lay on the carpeted stairs, a finger tracing his asshole.  "Pepper that 
ass!"

"Just tenderizing my meat," Bud said, spanking each cheek.  "Better hurry, 
Bronco, I like it a little red, not too well-done."

"Oh . . . fuck . . . yes," Charlie groaned and his body went rigid under 
Bud's hand.  "Oh, keep sucking . . . swallow all my jizz," he said as he 
warm-coated Bronco's tonsils with syrup.  "Suck, suck, suck, suck."  Starved 
for sperm, Bronco gulped every gush of soup until Charlie's eyes rolled in 
his head and Bud, horny to fuck, pulled Charlie away--everyone heard the pop 
when Charlie's cock slipped from the suckmouth.

Bud dragged him across the room and laid him facedown on an oversized rubber 
hippety-hop balloon, with Charlie's pucker wobbling in the air.  Gus said, 
"Take it easy, you guys, don't break that," as he tossed Bronco a towel.  Bud 
didn't answer; he knelt and grasped Charlie's hips.  "Hold still," he ordered 
and thrust his latex-covered tip into the exposed pink.

Bronco stood and threw the towel, his heavy torpedo bobbing full ahead.  He 
strode to the stairs and snapped on a rubber, then pushed Gus' ankles back 
until they almost touched the stairs.  Gus' lonely hole gaped enticingly, and 
like a man on a mission Bronco brought his body down and buried his pecker to 
the hilt in that tight sheath.

Gus cried, "Argh, you're splitting me in two!" so Bronco pinned the legs 
further apart and worked his hips, mauling with a vengeance.  Gus cursed 
unintelligibly beneath the muscular machine reaming so hard he could scarcely 
breathe, like he was riding on a bumpy road.

Across the room, atop the ball, Bud pounded Charlie's ass.  "Hold still, you 
fuck!" he warned his bitch, who whimpered as Bud exercised his frustrations 
deep into Charlie's cherryhole.  "Shut up and make me cum," Bud barked, 
"that's it, yeah, that's it."

At the stairs, Bronco rumbled, loosing loads of spooge in his cumstopper as 
his dickhead rubbed itself raw on Gus' rectum.  Bud joined with a roar and 
shot his juice while he worked inside his fucktoy.  Gus and Charlie lay 
helpless, their bodies humped by beasts.

Finally Bud and then Bronco rolled over, panting, while Gus and Charlie 
recovered their senses.  Charlie stepped around Gus rubbing his back on the 
steps, climbing to the upstairs bathroom, where he washed his face and 
grabbed some damp towels for the others.  Slowly they returned to life and 
pulled on their clothes.  Charlie tossed the linen in the washer as they went 
upstairs.

"Have a good weekend, guys," Bud called over his shoulder as he crossed his 
lawn.

"Yeah, enjoy the graduation party," Charlie added.

"Thanks, joker," Gus smirked and adjusted the hose.  The mower resumed its 
droning, and the hammer its banging.  No one bothered saying anything to 
Bronco, who walked next-door for the clippers and began chopping.

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