Quantum Fuck: 20> A plumb job
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: After Sarah's recent revelation, I try out my newly discovered power on Heather Marshall, a dark-haired 24-year-old friend, who had to take a rain check on our regular shopping trip up West, to wait in for a plumber to fix the waste disposal in her sink.

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After Sarah's revelation, when we returned from the sex nightclub, I was looking forward to finding out if my newly discovered power worked on just her, close friends only, or women in general.

Of my two closest friends, the ones I'd helped give a nudge to in the past, I considered Heather Marshal to be the more receptive of them. If you read chapter 9 of the first book, you'll recall that I entered Heather's body after she'd shown an interest in the Manager of a shop we had visited; Heather being one to look and drool but that's all. Suffice it to say, I soon put that matter right.

My fundamental problem was opportunity, only for a stroke of luck to step in.

Every few months, about the first or second Saturday, an arrangement I have with Carmen, Heather Marshall and I would go up ‘West' for a girls shopping trip - ‘West' being the colloquial name for the west end of London: Oxford Street, Regent Street etc.

On the eve of our planned next one, she called me at home - managing to catch me before a night on the prowl. When I heard what she told me, I decided to cancel my night out.

Heather had rung to inform me she was unable to make our shopping venture. Enquiring as to why, she explained that the waste disposal in her sink was no longer working and that a plumber would be around the next day to fix it. Seizing the situation, I thanked her for calling, adding that I'd be around to see her all the same. Having thanked me, Heather gave me the appointment time and, after some pleasant goodbyes to one another, ended the call, and with a buoyant tone to her voice. ‘She sounds happy,' I remarked to myself.

Since the plumber would be calling at 10:am, no doubt to get finished for the week ASAP, when I finally turned in, I set the alarm for 8:30 and slid between the black satin sheets of my bed; my thoughts, fantasies, turning to a plumber ravaging my body while I was bent over the sink, his mate - there's always at least two in my fantasies - stood in front while I bobbed my mouth, head and lips, up and down his long thick dick.

Beneath the sheet, my fingers were working franticly and in perfect sync with the cocks that were thrusting in and out of my naked body so adroitly.

‘That's it, like that, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass,' I impelled them. By now, I had moved my cum sticky fingers from my moist pussy to my tight anus. Turned on my side, my right knee bent and my foot placed on the mattress about halfway up, I was frigging my clit with my other fingers and soon facilitating a glorious cum climax, just as they covered my slutty body with their combined spunk.

‘Em, yes,' I murmured, as the usual afterglow took a hold of my body. Moments later, and with a contented feeling and smiled expression - in the hope of what the morrow would bring - I was gradually slipping into sleep.

Knowing Heather, she'd no doubt be wearing something alluring; if only for attention. With that in mind, and it being moderately warm for June, I opted for a pale blue light cotton dress with narrow shoulder straps and no underwear. For shoes, I chose a pair of almost flat ones that had a dyed light blue hessian cover over the bridge - just below the toes.

With breakfast over, I made the quick drive to Heather's and arrived some 15 minutes before there was a ring at the door at 10:am. ‘On time. He's efficient,' I remarked to myself, as Heather went to let him in.

When Heather opened the door, I heard, from where I was sat in the lounge, not one but two male voices. ‘Was my fantasy of last night, albeit for Heather's benefit, about to become a reality,' I suddenly thought, as my clit, naked and unencumbered beneath my dress, responded to my realisation.

Having introduced me to them, I quickly made my excuse and went off to the bathroom. There, and with the door locked, I sat on the loo seat and then zapped into my friend's body.

‘Okay, let's see if I can get this to work,' my mind puzzled. Some saucy banter and innuendo to start with, I mused. The reason there were two of them was, once Andy had fixed the problem, Tom, who was just learning the trade, and he were off to Wimbledon for the ladies tennis final and all. ‘Lucky so and so's,' I thought. Only to realise that, If I'd not gone upstairs, we could have enjoyed some ‘mixed doubles' of our own. Oh well.

Consequently, and what with W19 being the other side of London to our SE location, they couldn't stay long.

"In here," I said, as I lead them to my friend's kitchen.

"No partner to do it for you, then, or is he out playing golf," Andy enquired, adding a cheeky, knowing, smile that Heather was single and very much available.

"Me. No. I get by all the same, though," I intoned, returning his smile with a lascivious one of my own, and all while I purposefully undid the third button on Heather's rather tight fitting blouse; her tits being almost as full as mine.

‘Is it me, or are they just not interested,' I pondered, especially considering the rest of Heather's attire. Short black skirt, black seamed hold ups, a thong (white and moist) and a bra (also white), along with a pair of black slingbacks.

"Since you'll be needing the water off," I surmised, "let me just fill the kettle," I said; my indication being to make some tea for them. What I did instead, and with Andy hovering by the sink to see where the problem lay, was to flip open the lid. Then, and having turned the cold tap on, I intentionally lost my thumb's grip on the lid, which caused the cold water to splash off the top and back onto my/Heather's white blouse. Consequently, the damp parts were almost transparent we all noticed.

"Dam it!" I cursed.

Still holding the kettle, I quickly turned the tap off and then turned towards Andy for assistance.

"That's cold," I almost shivered, gesturing him to undo my blouse, which he immediately did.

"Now my bra," I told him, what with the cups holding the moisture against my body. Leaving Tom to relieve me of the kettle and then undo the cuffs of Heather's blouse, Andy reached around me and unclipped my host's bra.

In practically no time at all, my host's upper body was naked before their discerning gaze; the bulge in each of their jeans prominent and noticeable.

"Is this," Tom croaked, "one of those occasions when you get by," the young man intoned.

"Whatever do you mean," I trilled teasingly, as I accepted Andy towelling me dry.

"You know quite well, Ms Marshall, Heather," Andy averred, as he patted Heather's breasts.

"And, that would be," I crooned, as, having finished drying me, I made no attempt to cover myself and simply rested my left hand on the side of the sink and my right one on my hip - almost daring them to ravage my host's sexually charged body.

"You want to fuck!" Tom, having gotten over any sheepishness, exclaimed.

"That depends if you've brought the right tools for it, nice, long, hard and thick ones, I hope."

"Let me see," I enjoined, making it appear that I wanted to make sure they were up to the task.

"Emn, quite impressive," I crooned, before licking my lips with anticipation.

"I take it I'm not the only female customer they've had the benefit of servicing," I said, as I stroked them a couple of times and then knelt before them.

"Usually it's just me. You're quite the slut, Heather," remarked Andy, as I licked around the bulbous head of his long ample cock.

"Just so long as you remember that when you bill me," I averred, hoping to get a discount for my friend, along with another overdue shagging.

With Tom being younger, and unlike Andy, he encouraged me, his hands on my head, to suck his cock deep as he fucked my mouth back and forth on it. Consequently, the head occasionally popped in and out of my host's throat as a result. Thankfully they were too wrapped up in nailing Heather, that neither one enquired as to where Julie had gotten to.

"Gluh! Gluh! Gluh!" I vociferated, as Tom throat fucked me with short sharp thrusts of his hips before inviting Andy to have a try. As expected, Tom's cock, when he withdrew it from my well-fucked mouth, was covered in saliva, strands of which, drooled between the head of his cock and my lower lip and chin, before breaking off and onto Heather's naked tits.

Leaving Andy to face fuck me, this time using a hand to encourage my head bobs, Tom was soon knelt behind me and feeling how wet my pussy was and how humid my thighs were.

"Heather's panties are moist," he exclaimed, "Her cunt's wet, and...her clit's nice and hard," he noticed, as, still feeling her up, Tom managed to turn onto his back and shuffle his head between my host's thighs.

With my left hand splayed at the hilt of Andy's dick, more for support than to buffer his welcome cock, I used the right one to draw the obstructive gusset of the thong to one side and then drew back the hood of Heather's rather moist firm stalk.

"Ermn," Tom murmured hungrily, as he sucked the offered bud and finger fucked the moist hole below it, and all while I licked up the saliva from Andy's long thick tool and once more gorged myself on the length; he, now grasping Heather's hair, encouraging me to fuck myself on his thick erection as I braced my hand on his right thigh.

"Try her ass, Tom, you know how these housewife types enjoy a good ass reaming," Andy suggested.

Thanks, in part, to the last Tory Government of the previous century, anal sex on these shores, and between heterosexuals, was no longer a crime; not that it worried my parents. However, and whereas most other decriminalised activities had lost their naughty appeal, it only served to encourage it, and I do so, Heather, also, enjoy a good ass reaming; especially two cocks up my shit pipe.

"Oh yes, I most certainly do," I exclaimed; Andy having deliberately given me a momentary respite to answer. ‘I wonder what they'd have done if I said no.' Nothing like a bit of forced encouragement to get me hyper-aroused.

With my mouth and throat once more filled, Tom trailed his fingers, wet from having made me/Heather climax twice, across my perineum and onto my ass, which, and since I'd moved the material of my host's thong to somewhere I no longer needed to hold it, I splayed invitingly open for him.

"Hurm," I exclaimed, at Tom's probing touch - that and the four fingers he pushed inside Heather's asshole.

"Okay, my lad, let's have you turned around on Heather," intoned Andy, presently, intimating two things. One, the term, ‘lad', suggested Tom was younger than 18 (he wasn't, otherwise...!). Two, in the 69 position I soon found myself in - butt sticking invitingly up in the air - my ass could come in for a premature reaming from Andy.

I was, I'm happy to say, wrong on both accounts. Due to the mechanical aspect of his trade, Tom had to be at least 18 years, and, as I learnt while they fixed Heather's sink problem afterwards, he had already undergone 12 months of training. In respect of the second, it was a case of me being a far more attractive proposition than the ladies final, as I was pleasurably attended to and fucked by the pair of them.

To start with, and while my cunt and ass were licked, sucked, eaten and fucked by Tom's fingers, mouth and tongue, I opened my lips and mouth to one and then both their cocks; Tom filling it with copious amounts of warm creamy cum, and all while I stroked and subsequently sucked Andy's, who presently splashed his warm spunk over Heather's face and hair.

Andy, and as I sucked some life back into Tom afterwards, was still hard, enough that he moved behind me and soon had my host's short skirt puddled on the small of her back. I surmise that he must have tapped Tom on the forehead, for he moved his tongue from slithering around my doused pussy to licking and sucking my distended throbbing clit - he even relinquished my anus from the pleasurable fingering it had enjoyed. ‘Oh well.'

Moments later, I heard and felt Andy spit on my ass, a big one by the sound of it. Then, and rather than his cock up my backside, I felt his four probing fingers there instead, my hand going to once more hold my cheeks apart, which was followed by his meaty cock sliding, effortlessly, into my dowsed cunt.

‘Oh fuck, yes. God, I'm gonna cum,' I quickly realised, as, no longer needing to encourage my oral and throat attentiveness, Tom was pulling and pinching my nipples as well. As you women surely know, this, other than being suspended off the edge of a bed etc, is a far more favourable position to get throat fucked in, whether you've seen any of the ‘Deep Throat' movies/DVD's or not.

"Gluh! Gluh! Gluh!" I vociferated, as I rode along on the crest of yet another orgasmic euphoria.

"Fucking lovely, but I want more," I intoned; whereupon, and recalling my erotic thoughts of the previous night, I was stood in front of the sink: my hands resting on the edge while I sucked Andy's cock and got nailed in the cunt by Tom - they having helped me remove my skirt and thong beforehand, while I had my feet planted quite wide apart and slutty. As he fucked himself into me, Tom patted my clit with pleasurable, I wouldn't say force, but enough to get me off.

"Let me have both of you in me, now, please," I all but begged, and soon found myself over Andy, his cock firmly entrenched in my womb - as good as, what with its length.

With the elder plumber supporting my body by Heather's shapely tits, I extended my hands behind me and once more pulled my ass cheeks apart.

"Fuck her good, Tom," Andy intoned, and with an almost clandestine wink. What for, I soon found out, when I sensed him trying and succeeding in sliding his cock alongside that of Andy's.

"Cheeky," I exclaimed, with a contented playful smile towards Andy. And with them remaining mostly still, I rocked and then fucked myself back on the thick fucking cock monster in Heather's pussy.

"Oh fuck, oh yes, oh more. Do it, do it, fuck me, fuck me," I cried out, as they, Andy holding me almost to him, fucked their cocks, their big long and very thick one, into my hungry cunt with repetitive short forceful thrusts, over and over and over again.

I'd actually cum that much, that, when Tom removed his lovely long dick, my ass being his next port of call, I was awash, sodden with orgasmic juices that trickled down each of my quavering thighs.

Looking back over my shoulder at him, I exclaimed, "Right, stick that tool of yours up my ass." And as I watched him guide it to my anus, Andy fondled my breasts and brushed the nipples with his thumbs.

"That's it, right up inside. Right where you had your...fingers," I cooed, as the pleasure of being double stuffed, ass and cunt, took a hold.

"Fuck me, yes. Fuck me, come on, fuck me, ream my ass, that's what you said earlier," I reminded them, as I rode back and forth and they just as equally fucked their long thick hard dicks into my slut holes.

Having again made me cum, the adventurous Tom licked my ass and then my pussy; he having me lift myself off of Andy beforehand. They then had me turn around, and now I had Andy's cock up my back passage. I then forcefully rode Andy while sucking on Tom's pecker and taking another mouth fucking from him.

Over to the kitchen table, I was eventually led. There, and with my right knee on a drawn out chair, they took it in turns to fuck me from behind; ass and or cunt, it was all the same to me. And as whichever one of them did, he stroked my clit while I sucked the other one's cock.

Finally - and let's not forget, they were there to fix Heather's waste disposal unit, and with little time for any ‘hows-your-father' (sex, by another inference), shoot off to Wimbledon - I was sprawled on the table and fucked quite rigorously by each of them as I stroked my clit.

Laid as I was, I encouraged them to spunk their loads over me, each one withdrawing themselves from my cunt or ass, and letting fly from between my/Heather's out turned thighs.

No sooner had the second load finished landing up her body, than I took my leave.

Up in the bathroom, there were no expected alarmed shrieks or cries from Heather's kitchen. ‘It worked, it actually fucking WORKED!' I both realised and congratulated myself, only to realise how would I explain my absence.

Deciding to let Heather bathe in her enjoyment, I adjourned to her bedroom. There, I rummaged around for something to read and came across...her diary.

‘No, I can't,' I told myself. ‘Can, I?' I mused, and soon had a change of mind.

Opening the record, which had a silk-like ribbon in between Friday's and that day's date, I noticed the slutty Heather had written something to the effect: ‘call in the plumber and see what develops. Julie should be calling around when he gets here!!!'.

Three exclamation marks. Was my close friend hinting at a threesome? More to the point, with me. Suddenly, I saw my excuse but waited until Heather had seen them both out.

"Julie, Jules, you still up there," she called out.

"Yes, I'm here, and a good job too," I said, from halfway down the stairs.

"You rascal," I exclaimed, emitting a pleasant smile.

"What!" Heather rejoined, doing her best to act as if nothing had happened.

"I noticed how you took a fancy to them and so I left you on your own. Then, up in your bedroom, I came across your diary. Sorry for reading it, Heather, but, all things considered, I'd have been in the way; deprived you of their combined pleasure," I explained.

"Emn, they most certainly were that," she crooned, contentedly. "It's been like that for some while now. I'll call up a tradesman to look at something, and, well."

"Have an enjoyable time! And so you should," I cheered.

"Fancy a cuppa?" Heather suggesting making some tea.

"Love to, then you can tell me about some of your other sex-ploits," I intoned, and followed her to the arena of her/our recent assignation.

As I drank my tea and listened intently to Heather's telling of her past trysts with workmen, I was of a mind to have her accompany me to a sex nightclub. All I now had to do, of course, was obtain the contact details from my very close friend, Sarah.

Authors note: For those of you who missed episode 1: ‘the Building site', like a certain TV series, Julie has the ability to enter, and take over, the bodies of other women, in particular, conservative ones who are somewhat out of touch with, or of, their female sexuality.