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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Lisa-Marie Gets Connected (MF, FF)
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 13:10:02 -0500
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Lisa-Marie gets Connected

   Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a sexually explicit
   nature, and is intended for mature audiences only.

   Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are entirely fictional. Any
   similarities are completely coincidental. References to actual places,
   companies, or organizations are used strictly for artistic reference to
   provide realism. In other words, none of this is true.

   Copyright (c) 2001 CyberCzar. In other words, you may download this story
   for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone. If you
   think someone else might be interested in this story, please forward their
   request to me.

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   Lisa had just bought her new house. It wasn't the newest, or the biggest,
   or the best; but to her, it was perfect with four bedrooms, and three
   baths. The kitchen wouldn't impress Wolfgang Puck, and it didn't have a
   pantry; but that was okay for her, since she was on a fast track on her
   career and preferred Swanson's or Michelina's over cooking. In fact, she
   was actually considering hiring a personal chef to come by once a week to
   prepare her meals for her.

   Life was going well for Lisa for a change, but it didn't start out that
   way. She lost her mother when she was 13 which utterly and completely
   traumatized and devastated her for the next 8 years. She also didn't have
   very many jobs which paid a decent salary. Maybe it was because she had
   breasts instead of balls, but probably was her self-esteem more than
   anything.

   Now, she was making in the 70's, which to her only seemed like a
   pipe-dream away only a few years ago.

   Back in 1996, she was offered a job down in Fort Lauderdale working as an
   Internet stripper, fingering her cunt while she watched Jerry Springer on
   TV to the hordes of guys on the other end of the keyboard jacking off at
   her shaved pussy. It was very good money, but it didn't do anything to
   help her self-esteem; and the guys running the business were criminals,
   con-men, or part of the mob.

   She had just finished closing on her house and was waiting for the
   telephone guy, internet guy, and satellite guy to come out and hook up her
   services. She had taken the morning off from work, anxious to get these
   utilities connected so she could finish moving in.

   It was now 8:01am, and all three companies are now one-minute late.

   Nervously she lit up another cigarette as she paced around inside her
   garage waiting for the crew and periodically going outside to play with
   her two Jack Russels', Max and Boomer which she had brought over with her
   that morning since her apartment complex had scheduled maintenance for her
   apartment which was in incredible disarray.

   Max could be heard scratching against the door to the garage, eager for
   her attention and affection. In actuality, Max is the reason she bought
   the house! It was unfair for her two children to be cooped up inside her
   apartment during the day while she fretted away at work. He and Boomer
   needed room to play and roam around. The backyard of her new house seemed
   perfect for both her, and them. Perhaps now she would regain some of her
   life back while not constantly worrying about her two dogs.

   Five after eight, and her cigarette was halfway finished as it lay on the
   table in the garage. She didn't have an ashtray over here yet, and was
   using an empty McDonald's cup as a mock substitute.

   She continued to pace back and forth. "Where were the work crews that were
   supposed to be coming out?" she thought to herself. She was a punctual
   individual herself, preferring to arrive a little early than ever be late.
   Maybe she was stodgy, and it probably showed to her friends and peers.

   Conservative by nature, never drifting far from her set routine, black
   horn-rimmed glasses which look like something from a bad 1960's television
   show. Long dresses which came down to her ankles at work, and jeans and a
   sweatshirt at home.

   She could hear the whine from Max just outside the walls to the garage and
   went outside to comfort and play with him while she waited.

   It was 8:33am and she was starting to get agitated at the lack of
   punctuality for all three companies. What were the odds that all three
   would be so egregiously late?

   Smoking another cigarette, she called her daddy to see how he was doing.
   He was in his seventies, and she worried about him being so far away.

   At 8:45am, she started calling the companies she was expecting to come out
   to verify their installation. She was pleased to hear that yes, the
   satellite company had her scheduled between now and noon.

   She really needed to relax. With a Type "A" personality like hers, she was
   destined for a heart attack very soon.

   Having no furniture in her new house, the only thing she could come up
   with relax was to go sit in her new Dodge Stratus, recline back, and
   listen to some music.

   Her car was parked in the garage, which was a good thing since it was
   lightly raining outside. She got in, rolled up the windows, and turned on
   the radio to the local classical station.

   Much to her delight and amazement the piece which was playing was
   Beethoven's Toccata and Fugue in G Minor. As she leaned back with her eyes
   closed, listening to the pristine resonance's of the church organ playing
   and reverberating through her car's interior, she started to feel a warmth
   encompass her.

   She didn't realize it as she subconsciously let her fingers drift inward
   inside and up her thighs.

   Gently the began to massage and rub herself in part, to the rhythm of the
   score's movement, and with an unsuspecting rub, she flinched as she
   brought herself to orgasm.

   Again after again she massaged her now engorged clitoris. He panties were
   becoming soaked from the moistness of her loins.

   As the score continued, she let her right hand unzip her jeans so her hand
   could become closer. With her left hand, she let it glide up her shirt, to
   massage her breasts and nipples.

   The music on the radio reached its climax, and so did Lisa, yet again. Her
   head thrashed back and forth as she let out a cry of ecstasy.

   What was once a moving toccata had turned into a glorious fugue as she,
   herself, reached her own denouement.

   Gently, she continued to massage her breasts as her right hand stayed
   pressed upon her lips when all of a sudden she heard a rap on the window.

   Startled, she opened her eyes and quickly placed her hands on the steering
   wheel. It was the telephone guy with the biggest shit-eating grin you've
   seen on a man! She was quite embarrassed to say the least and motioned to
   the phone guy that she'd with him in a second.

   Panicking, her breathing became fluttered as she hastily zipped up her
   jeans and tucked her breast back into her bra.

   She got out of the car and walked over to the gentleman who was standing
   at the rear of his van.

   He was a gorgeous Italian stud. He was about 6'2", much taller than she,
   with a broad chest and shoulders, well defined facial features, and a very
   skinny waist. He was wearing canvas pants which were stretched slightly by
   the muscles in his thighs and calves.

   She was about to faint just looking at him.

   "I'm here to hook you up," he said.

   "Thank you for coming," as she demurely stuck out her hand to shake his.

   He put his tool belt on and followed her upstairs to the living room, and
   showed him where she'd like the jack installed.

   "Here," she said, pointing to the middle of the far wall. As she stepped
   back, her back pressed into him, and she could feel the firmness and
   breadth of the phone guy's other telephone-pole as it snaked down his leg.

   "I can take care of that right now for you," he said.

   He sat down on the floor and began drilling a hole to run the wires. The
   man had to have at least a 50" chest, but only a 28" waist.

   He got up and went downstairs. The portion of the living room was right
   above the crawlspace which ran underneath the house. While he was
   downstairs, Lisa couldn't resist calling one of her girlfriends on her
   cell to boast about her help.

   While gabbing away outside to a friend and smoking a cigarette, the
   telephone guy appeared from the garage. Hastily, she got off the phone
   with her friend to see what he needed.

   "Excuse me," he said deeply. "Would you mind holding my flashlight for me?
   There's barely enough room for me to fit underneath the crawlspace."

   "Absolutely!" she said following him to the other side of the house.

   Indeed, with the man's muscled chest, he was having a hard time getting
   under the crawlspace. He got on his back and pushed himself under. The
   only way for Lisa to hold the flashlight was to lean on top of him and
   position it near his shoulder.

   Nervously she straddled his leg as she supported herself with one hand,
   holding the flashlight in the other. His shirt was pulled away between two
   buttons and she could see a smooth, firm stomach underneath since he
   wasn't wearing an undershirt. He also had an inny for a belly-button and
   she was becoming fixated by it.

   Being so close to him, should could begin to smell the muskness of that
   which was man and was getting more and more turned on.

   Her mind wandering, thinking of lurid thoughts, she didn't notice the
   small, harmless, spider which was walking up to her hand. That is, until
   she felt it brush by.

   This startled her, and she let out a cry as she jerked her hand away,
   losing her balance and support; she fell onto his groin.

   "Oh, dear God, I'm so sorry!" she cried out, subconsciously petting his
   engorged cock with her hand as if she'd accidentally crushed an animal by
   accident.

   "Uh, it's okay," he said. "I kinda enjoyed it."

   Her hand, still resting on his confined cock, she looked down and realized
   where it still was.

   "Oh, my!" she cried out as she jerked her hand away.

   "Hey, you're the customer, who am I to argue?" he said.

   He was still working in the crawlspace, splicing, testing, and connecting
   wires. Her eyes gazed upon the long formation at the top of his leg. He
   was obviously just as aroused as a dark spot was forming at the end from
   the steady ooze of precum.

   "I can't resist, I'm sorry!" she said as she reached for his belt buckle
   to undo it.

   "What the..." he said softly. "Oh, man!"

   She undid his pants and pulled down his zipper and pants. He was wearing
   boxer shorts which offered little help in concealing his shaft as it
   slithered down through the leg opening.

   Reaching up, she grabbed hold of his cock, and maneuvered it, and his
   balls, completely out through the leg of the boxers and went to town.

   Her hand barely fit around the base of his python-like member. This didn't
   thwart her efforts though, and he let out a moan of pleasure as her lips
   first touched his head.

   She let out a moan as she first tasted his salty precum which was steadily
   oozing from the tip, down the underside of his cock. "Mmmmm." she cried
   out. "It tastes so good!" Grabbing his cock with both of her hands, she
   bent her head down.

   She barely got half of his shaft in her mouth before she started to gag.
   Pulling her head back up, she let out a pleasurable sigh. "Mmmm, I don't
   know if I can take all of this!" she cried out.

   "You're doing good."

   Taking a deep breath and swallowing, she relaxed her throat, and went down
   again.

   She got further this time as she relaxed her jaw and throat even more.
   Deeper and deeper his massive meat was pushed down her esophagus. Her
   motions soon became more rhythmic as she got into the groove of working on
   his pole. Sucking and licking, she attempted to pull the chrome off a
   trailer hitch as she was coming back up.

   This was entirely too much for the guy to handle, and as his balls
   contracted and repelled, he got real stiff and shot his massive load into
   her mouth.

   So much force did the cum enjoin, that she almost choked as the hot,
   milky, substance was forced down into her stomach. He was still squirting
   as she quickly lifted her head up. As she lifted her head, the last squirt
   nailed her on her chin.

   "Oooh!I wasn't prepared for that," she said.

   The man just lay there in an ecstatic bliss.

   "Lady, I don't know if it was your technique or just you, but that was
   great," he said.

   She let go of his shaft, which at this point was beginning to go soft, and
   had become draped over his thigh; and went to go find a towel to wipe her
   face off when she heard the doorbell ring.

   It was a woman from AT&T Broadband, there to connect her cable-modem
   service.

   The two went into her den and examined where she'd like the modem
   installed, and to examine what would be the best course of action to take
   to actually do the installation. As they were talking, the telephone guy
   came in to let Lisa know he was complete.

   "Vince!" the woman from AT&T cried out.

   "Hi Julie!"

   "Uh, you two know eachother?" Lisa said, taking a step back.

   "Definitely!" said Julie. "Vince here is a legend, and judging by his
   pants, I see you've already found out why."

   Embarrassed, she left the room to go upstairs.

   She found her soft-drink cup from the convenience store and stepped into
   the garage to drink it, and smoke a cigarette.

   Almost done, she heard strange sounds coming from her den and carefully
   walked towards it.

   Peeking her head through the crack in the door which was partly closed,
   she could see the two going at it. Julie, from AT&T, was naked from the
   waist down as the shirt-tail draped over her back. He was holding her up
   as she had her legs wrapped around his waist. The thick flesh from his
   shaft came up from behind his low hanging balls as he thrusted himself
   deep within her.

   Up and down her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts.

   She watched this activity for several seconds as the moans and screams
   intensified. They reached their climax as Vince grabbed a hold of Julie's
   waist and pulled her in tight.

   "Unh..." he let out as he squirted his jism inside her.

   Julie quickly got dressed and when she moved away, Lisa could see for the
   first time the enormity of this situation. Vince was huge! At least a
   ruler's length of flesh hung down from his pelvis.

   She went back downstairs to smoke another cigarette and ponder her
   situation. Two or three drags into it, Vince came down to let her know she
   was all set.

   "All finished here, you're phone line's working fine." he said.

   "Not quite," she said with an evil grin.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I never got to fuck you," she replied. "And, if you don't want me to tell
   your boss, I'd like for you to come out here next week and install
   call-waiting."

   "But we don't need to come out to customer's houses to install
   call-waiting."

   "I realize that, but I want you to, anyway."

   "Okay," he said, putting his toolbelt back on. "But who do you think got
   me this job in the first place?"

   Vince left her house and onto another job which left Julie and Lisa to
   discuss her cable-modem and high-speed internet access.

   Lisa received a telephone call while Julie was busy testing the strength
   of the signals. It was her girlfriend who she was talking with earlier.

   Very quickly into the telephone conversation, it seemed perhaps Lisa was
   the only one who hadn't heard of Vince and his special talents.

   She hung up with her friend and lit another cigarette.

   Julie was soon ready for Lisa to hook up her company's laptop and see if
   her connection worked properly. Hastily, she got the computer from the
   trunk of her car and sat down in her den. Her furniture wasn't moved yet
   into her new house.

   Julie kneeled down behind her to watch what she was doing. As Lisa powered
   up her laptop, she felt the warm, smooth hands of Julie on her shoulders.

   She turned around, startled, and Julie just gazed into her eyes.

   Frozen by this lesbian advance, Julie leaned over to kiss her.

   It didn't feel wrong which confused Lisa, since she had always adored
   cock, even if she didn't let it show.

   She tilted her head and accepted Julie's tongue into her mouth. Their
   lipstick blending as they each explored each other.

   Instinctively, Lisa reached over and unbuttoned Julie's blouse. She
   reached out to undo her bra revealing two perky and firm breasts.

   "Do you like?" she asked.

   "Oh, yes! They're very nice."

   "Let's see yours," she said, pulling up Lisa's sweatshirt. "No bra? Nice!"
   she replied as Lisa's mounds layed in front.

   They maneuvered their clothes off and layed down on the carpet. Lisa's
   head was firmly planted into Julie's muff. She exhaled a sigh of pleasure
   as she took in Julie's pheromatic aroma.

   "I've never smelled another woman's pussy before," she said.

   "It's nice, isn't it?" said Julie.

   "Mmmm... Yes!"

   Lisa went down on Julie, pressing her lips against hers. She let her nose
   gently penetrate Julie's love-opening and gently brushed her orgasmic
   hood.

   "Oooh," Julie let out.

   She couldn't resist the sheer power she had in front of her, and brushed
   Julie's hood once again.

   "Oh, my!"

   Sticking out her tongue, as far as she could, she started at the bottom,
   innermost fold; and licked all the way up. Upon reaching Julie's clitoris
   again, she gently flicked it before heading back down the other side.

   Julie's hips and body shook slightly as she came right before Lisa.

   Their lesbian tryst was interrupted however when the doorbell rang.
   Frantically putting her clothes back on, she peeked out the window to
   answer the door and could see a small SUV parked in her driveway.

   "I'm with Dish Network," the man said as she opened the door to see who it
   was. He was rather short, shorter than her in fact, but was very stocky
   and muscular. He was wearing shorts and a T-Shirt, and she could plainly
   see that he either worked out or was a body builder. His calves were
   enormous!

   She showed him where she wanted the outlets to be; one in the living room,
   and one in the master bedroom. The man went to go back outside, and Lisa
   quickly rejoined her friend in her office.

   Much to her dismay, Julie had already gotten dressed and was busy filling
   out the paperwork. "Sign here," she asked her.

   "No more?" she asked her, somewhat disappointed.

   "Sorry, I have another job to head to."

   Lisa signed the necessary paperwork and escorted her to her truck.

   While outside, she could see the Dish Network installer up on the roof.
   Standing in front of her garage door, she looked up and could make out a
   very prominent bulge in his tight shorts.

   Her loins became moist again as she just stared up, watching him, and
   smoked another cigarette.

   "Can I get you something to drink?" she yelled up to him.

   "I'll be done up here in a minute, I could use a Coke if you have one," he
   said.

   "Not a problem! There's a cold one waiting for you in the fridge when you
   get done."

   She finished her cigarette and went into her kitchen to work on her
   laptop.

   Several minutes passed and the man from Dish Network came into her
   kitchen. Beads of sweat were pouring down from his face and chest.

   He took the can of Coke and drank its entire contents in one motion before
   setting it down. Lisa was even impressed that he didn't even belch after
   consuming the can's contents so quickly.

   "God, it's hot. Do you mind if I take off my shirt?" he asked her.

   "Not at all, help yourself." she said and went to get him a towel.

   When she returned, he was leaning up against the kitchen counter, taking a
   break. The nipples on his well defined chest were hard and slightly erect,
   and this was causing her to go into an even deeper sexual heat than she
   was before.

   "What are you writing?" he asked, pointing to her laptop.

   "A story," she said.

   "Mind if I take a look? I'm an avid reader."

   "Well," she said, gently closing the lid. "I don't know if you'll find
   this one enjoyable. Plus, it's not finished, yet."

   "Aww, come on. I love a good story." he said, winking.

   Reluctantly, she passed her laptop over to him and he began to read about
   her day, and the trysts that she had already.

   She could see that he was visibly becoming turned on as he was reading
   when the bulge in his shorts got even larger. She could see the reaction
   in his face as his eyes widened at certain parts, and he didn't hesitate
   to adjust himself right in front of her.

   When he finished reading the story thus far, he gently pushed the laptop
   aside and looked into her eyes.

   "Did all this happen today?" he asked her.

   "Yes."

   "Sorry I was late." he said.

   She walked over and stood next to him, her hand resting on the laptop.

   Down, she looked into his eyes and could see a man with great warmth and
   passion. She let her eyes traverse his body even more and could see the
   flesh pent up inside his shorts now itching to get out.

   He reached up and pulled her head down towards him.

   "This isn't right," he said softly as he began to press his lips to hers.

   They embraced for a few moments and when she released, she quietly
   whispered, "How could something that feels so good be wrong?"

   "Good point," he said, as he took her shirt off.

   He moved behind her and undid the clasp to her bra and took it off her
   shoulders and could feel the hard flesh in his shorts pressing deep into
   her.

   She wanted it so badly she could come right then and there!

   He gently turned her around and began to pay attention to her firm
   breasts, now naked and exposed. Her nipples hard and tall.

   With his mouth he took one of her nipples and gently bit and sucked. He
   let his hand caress the other, while his other hand ran down her back and
   grabbed one of her cheeks.

   While embraced, she reached down and smelled his hair while she let her
   own hands traverse his body.

   With her thumbs she gently massaged and pressed on his nipples and further
   explored his body.

   She undid the clasp to his shorts and slowly undid his zipper. With her
   other hand, she ran it down the deep crevices of his back.

   She could feel his bulbous head and the long shaft that it was connected
   to. She could also tell he was uncut, and uncovering this revelation made
   her juices flow even more!

   She kneeled down in front of him and gently pulled his briefs down. Now
   unrestrained, his cock shot straight up, and extended up, past his belly
   button.

   "Oh my!" she said, gazing at the marvelous flesh in front of her.

   She pulled his cock towards her face, which was fighting to stay pressed
   against his chest. Guiding his cock with both of her hands, she let her
   tongue tickle and massage the head.

   She could taste his clear, salty, juices which began to flow from deep
   within him, as did her juices flow, too.

   She relaxed her throat and let him slip his cock deeper inside her mouth.
   He began to thrust his cock within her, and she kept up with his
   movements, slightly changing rhythm so his cock was sliding faster or
   slower down her throat.

   With her hand the massaged and caressed his balls and gently ran her thumb
   down the portion of his shaft which was behind his balls.

   She could tell he was getting close to coming, and when she felt he was
   just about, she pressed hard against his urethra just in front of his
   balls, preventing anything from coming out.

   "Oh God," he cried out.

   Releasing her thumb from his cock, she slowly slid her mouth down his
   shaft, holding his foreskin in place as she sucked deeper and deeper.

   He came with vigor as he shot load after load strongly inside her. When
   her lips reached his head, she sucked even greater as he came yet again.
   She continued to suck the cum right out of his cock as if it were a straw.

   "Oh, wow! You made me cum twice," he cried out. "I've never done that
   before."

   Not done with the slowly softening shaft, she swallowed his cum and ran
   her tongue all around his head, tasting every part of it. He buckled at
   his knees from the intense pleasure.

   "That was great!" she said.

   "You're telling me!"

   She could see a slight ooze of cum still draining from his pee-hole and
   with her finger, reached down to wipe it off. Bringing her finger to her
   mouth, she licked its tip as if it were a piece of candy. "Mmmm." she let
   out.

   "Now, let me pleasure you," he said.

   Giggling, "How do you propose to do that?" she said.

   "Like this!" He picked her up and carried her into the middle of her
   living room and gently set her on the floor.

   "Oooh!" she cried out at being whisked right off her feet.

   With her back and head on the floor, she had her knees slightly up in the
   air revealing her perfect mons and lips.

   Getting on all fours, he slowly crawled to her love cave and went down.

   She pulled her legs up to her shoulders as she opened her cave as wide as
   it would go, but he didn't stop with just pleasuring her there. He let his
   tongue explore her body as it ran inside her thigh and up to her breasts.
   She fingered herself while he was sucking on her breasts and when he came
   back down, he gave her the surprise of her life!

   Gently, he took her hood in his mouth and started to suck. Violently her
   whole body shook as she let out a scream of pure ecstasy and enjoyment as
   she came. Not stopping, he began to do to her what she had done to him and
   sucked on her clit some more.

   Again, and again she came with vigor. Her breathing became so heavy that
   she almost hyperventilated.

   When he finished, he very gently bit the tip of her clit sending her to
   scream in delight yet again.

   He was getting turned on again by seeing her enjoy him and herself so much
   that he was as hard as he was before.

   With her legs still up at her shoulders, he pummeled his cock deep inside
   her. His 9 inches pressing hard against her cervix. She didn't mind, she
   enjoyed every inch of it.

   Faster and faster he thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. She
   brought her legs down; wrapping and locking them around his ass. As he
   pushed, so did she, drawing him even deeper inside her.

   When she could see his eyes roll back and feel the warmth of his cum
   inside her, she grabbed his ass even tighter with her legs and pushed him
   in, even deeper.

   They layed together, him inside of her, for a few minutes before he got
   dressed and finished with the satellite installation.

   Since that day, she's had to call BellSouth, AT&T, and Dish Network to
   come out on various occasions to fix little things which have gone wrong.

   It's no wonder she always seems to have someone come over within hours of
   putting in the repair, each of the various men and women explaining how
   she's their most important customer.

   "I should've moved a lot sooner," she thought to herself.

   THE END.
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