by Emma Patrick
She replied to his question by slurping all the harder on his engorged cock.
"That better mean yes, honey," he growled, "because I'm just about to burst wide open."
She poked a finger through his tight asshole.
"Holy shit!"
His cock exploded, pumping what seemed like a gallon of cum into her mouth. She almost couldn't swallow it all. there was so much. She got so excited she ground her ass around against Bob's hand and bounced wildly up and down on it. He flicked his thumb across her sensitive little clit again and that was all her cunt walls could take. Wave after heavenly wave of feeling coursed through her body, leaving her limp and exhausted and loving every minute of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Fay slipped into a yellow sundress and climbed into her car. It was a beautiful day and she felt like taking a drive in the country. She ended up in a scenic little county part in the mountains, sitting beside the lake watching the ducks. After soaking up all the sun she could handle for one day she still wasn't ready to go back home. She decided to take the back road into town. That way she'd at least get to enjoy the scenery a while longer.
She had only gone about five miles when her car's engine sputtered and died. She pulled off onto the shoulder of the road and got out and raised the hood.
"What's wrong with you now?" she grumbled, scowling down at the offending piece of machinery. "I never should have driven up here. Breaking down in this piece of junk is getting to be a habit."
She was parked on a wide patch of shoulder next to a narrow gravel road that wandered off into the woods. Peering through the trees she spotted what looked like a farmhouse.
"If there's anybody over there," she informed her car, "I'm going to call for a tow truck. And then, you miserable piece of shit. I'm going to have you towed back up to that lake and thrown in!"
"Does that miserable piece of shit ever answer you back?" an amused voice asked.
She jumped about three feet in the air.
Her reaction brought on a burst of raucous laughter. She glanced around in an effort to locate the man behind the voice. All she could see was trees.
The laughter stopped and the voice said, "I think the little lady needs your help. What do you think, Animal?"
She was just about to say something back to the voice when a stocky, dark haired man in greasy white overalls stepped out from behind a tree and sauntered over to her. She couldn't conceal he dismay at the sight of such an unruly looking character, and the look on her face sent him into another fit of laughter.
"Sweetheart, if you think I look rough," he informed her between chuckles, "just wait until you get a load of the Animal."
He stopped chuckling long enough to emit a shrill whistle and Animal came striding out of the trees.
She hastily retreated to the far side of the car. Not only was Animal twice as greasy as his friend, he was almost twice as big. Close to seven feet tall, she guessed, and built like an ox. And he was covered with hair. He wasn't wearing a shirt and the thick, dark brown hair that covered his head and face blended in with the hair on his massive chest and arms, giving him a primitive, caveman appearance.
All he needed was a club to complete the illusion, she thought as she stared up at him. His arms had to be as big around as her waist. It occurred to her to wonder if his cock matched the rest of him in size and she felt her sensitive pussy twitch.
She cleared her throat and pulled herself together. She had to stop thinking about sex all the time. One of these days it was going to get her in big trouble, and this just could be that day! She backed up a bit farther.
Animal's dark, piercing eyes were staring ominously back at her from behind their thick brows, making her feel extremely uncomfortable. She glanced over at his friend. His brown eyes were twinkling with amusement and his mouth was set in a satisfied grin.
"If you really want to help me," she said, hoping she sounded braver than she felt, "why don't you stop smirking and take a look at my car? Or don't you know anything about cars?"
His grin widened. "Sweetheart, I know everything about cars. How do you think I get this dirty? My friends call me Fender. What do yours call you?"
She replied in a sharp voice. "Fay. Now are you going to help me or not? Do you live in that house back there?"
"Un-huh. Why? Do you want to see the inside?" he asked, expanding his smirk into an exaggerated leer.
"Oh for!óif you have a telephone I'd like to call a tow truck, or a taxi, or my sister or something."
He stared at her, his eyes traveling up and down her body, and said in a seductive drawl, "You've got a sister? Great. One for me and one for Animal. Is she gorgeous too?"
"Oh for heaven's sake! Never mine. I'm sure I can find a telephone someplace else. I don't mind walking down the road." She started to turn away.
He strode over to the car and raised the hood. "No need to get your tits in an uproar. I've never let down a lady in distress yet. Hey, Animal, take a look at this."
Animal peered down at the engine and muttered helpfully, "The thing's a piece of shit. She outta call the junk yard."
Fay giggled. She couldn't help it. This whole affair was turning into a comedy .routine.
"I could have told you that," she said. "And I'm not even a mechanic. Do you have a telephone, or don't you?"
Fender said, "Sure. We're not hillbillies. We've even got indoor plumbing."
"Is it okay if I use it?"
"The plumbing? Sure."
"The telephone!"
"Okay. Come on. I'll show you where it's at while Animal is looking at your car."
He grabbed her hand and led her through the trees to the house.
"Do you think Animal will be able to fix my car?" she asked as they stepped inside.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Depends on what's wrong. But I can guarantee one thingóif he can't Fix it. nobody can."
"Oh. And he's going to try and find out what's wrong with it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Oh. Then there's no use in my calling a tow truck. At least not until I know for sure that I'm going to need one."
"Uh-uh."
She giggled. "Then what am I doing in here?" Fender gave her another shrug. "Want to sit down and think it over?"
"You're impossible, you know that?" she said with a good-natured frown. "You remind me of the guy I met the last time my car broke down. He was a mechanic, too. Are all mechanics like you two?"
"Probably. What's his name?"
"Mike something. His garage is on twenty-second street in the city."
"Oh yeah, I know him. He lives in that old house behind the garage. Tiny and his old lady are staying there with him. Did you meet them?" Her thoughts journeyed back to that wonderful morning she'd spent at Mike's house and the next thing she knew her panties were getting wet. She looked up into Fender's eyes. He really was an awful lot like Mike. She couldn't help wondering if he fucked like Mike, too.
Gazing deep into her eyes. Fender added, "Tiny's old lady is a slut and she likes women almost as much as she likes guys. You're lucky she didn't grab you and fuck you. You're lucky Mike didn't grab you and fuck you. Living with those two could turn any man into a sex hungry beast."
"Could it?" she murmured. "That's fascinating. Tell me more."
"How about if I just show you?" He leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. When she didn't object he wrapped his arms around her and invaded her mouth with his tongue.
He sure felt good, she thought as she snuggled against his chest. A thrill of anticipation raced through her sensitive body. Her pussy twitched eagerly and her back arched.
"Your mouth sure tastes good, sweetheart," he said in a husky murmur. "Is the rest of you that sweet?"
She gave him a soft smile. "Why don't you try it and find out for yourself?"
He picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and slipped his hands under her skirt. He ran them down her legs, tracing the lines of her calves and
ankles with his fingertips, then he removed her panties and her shoes and roughly massaged the soles of her feet.
She giggled. His fingers wee tickling her toes.
He gazed soberly down into her eyes and said.
"You have nice legs. Your ass is real nice, too. Firm. I like a firm little ass. I can't wait to fuck you."
He pulled his shoes of and climbed out of his overalls. He was stark naked underneath them, and he had the most perfect body she'd ever seen. Her eyes traveled the length of it. from his broad chest and shoulders to his narrow hips and down his thick thighs to his feet. His cock was dangling, half hard, in front of his hairy balls. It seemed to be beckoning to her. She licked her lips without even realizing what she was doing.
He chuckled and she glanced up at his face.
"Want to take a shower with me?" he asked in a deep seductive drawl. "You don't need one, but I do, and it's always a lot more fun when you've got somebody to scrub your back."
"Oh. I don't knowó" She wasn't sure what to say. She never would have thought of doing something like that.
He said, "Well I do," and picked her up again. This time he carried her into the bathroom and stood her in the shower.
"Better take your dress off," he said. "It'll get all wet."
She unbuttoned her dress and handed it to him. He hung it up and stepped into the shower with her. He turned the water on, got the temperature adjusted, and stuck her under the warm stream. He then grabbed a bar of soap and began sudsing her up. He did her tits first, paying close attention to her little nipples. Finished with them, he shoved the washcloth between her thighs and started rubbing it back and forth along her slit.
Sighing happily, she spread her legs as wide open as she could without falling down. "That feels good," she breathed. "I've never been scrubbed like that before."
"I've got something that'll feel even better." He rinsed the soap out of the washcloth and proceeded to stuff it up inside her cunt.
"Oh!" She blinked up at him, startled.
He grabbed another washcloth and stuffed it up there with the first one.
"Oh dear!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked with a grin. "I'll just cram one more in thereó" he grabbed another washclothó"and then I'll scrub myself. Don't move until I'm done."
She watched as he cheerfully scrubbed himself clean. Those coarse wash-clothes were tickling the walls of her cunt, making them drool eagerly. She stared longingly down at his cock. God she was getting hot.
He bent over and sucked a nipple into his cool mouth. As it puckered and hardened a soft moan escaped from her lips. He gave its twin equal time. Then he reached down and pulled the washcloths out of her cunt.
"I'm nice and clean now," he told her. "Time to fill your cunt up with something better than a hunk of cloth."
He turned the water off and reached for a towel. He dried himself off first, then he did her. He dried her tits, lingering over her nipples and pausing to give each one a gentle suck. Then he knelt down in front of her and dried her legs and feet. Done with that, he grasped her ass cheeks and pressed his face into her soft pubic hair.
She gasped with pleasure as he nuzzled her curly muff and kissed the tops of her thighs. His tongue snaked its way between her legs and attacked her clit. Automatically, she parted them to give him more room.
He lifted her left leg into the air, draped it over his back, and began licking around her wrinkled pussy lips.
She was beside herself. She was getting so turned on she couldn't think of anything else. She arched her back and tried to hump his face.
He stood back up. "You're really something, sweetheart. You know that? You want to get fucked, don't you?"
He walked her back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed.
Grinning up at her, he said, "I think I'll tease you until you beg me to fuck you. I like to hear a woman beg for it."
She glared at him. "Conceited son of a bitch. How about if I just put my clothes back on and go home?"
"You can't. Your car won't run."
"How do you know? Animal might have it fixed by now."
Fender chuckled. "If I were you I wouldn't go down there to find out. He's liable to fuck you whether you want it or not."
She thought that over. "Then I might as well stay here and fuck you," she said, and she plopped herself down on top of Fender and pinned him to the mattress.
His cock was getting hard. It was poking her in the stomach and she felt as if she was being jabbed with an iron bar. He pulled her up to where it slipped between her thighs and left it there to rest against her pussy lips. She wiggled her ass and it slid back and forth along her crack. She drew her knees up alongside his ribs. Her eager cunt was straining, trying to pull it up into her oozing depths.
"You want me, don't you?" he whispered in her ear. "You're as horny as hell and you want me to fuck you, don't you?"
She couldn't take anymore. She wrapped her arms around his head and pressed his face into her tits.
"That feels so good. Kiss me all over," she pleaded. "Kiss my pussy too."
"Do you want me?" he asked again. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes! For Christ's sake, stop playing around and do it to me."
"I'll do it to you, sweetheart. I'll take you straight to heaven. My pecker wants you so bad." Sighing heavily, she positioned her cunt over the tip of his cock, "Put it in me, big man. Fill me up with your big cock."
He pressed forward slowly, deliberately, until he had the head in, then he stopped.
"What are you doing?" she moaned. "Put it in all the way."
"Anything you say, sweetheart." He grabbed hold of her hips and slammed her ass down against his balls.
"Oh my God!"
She collapsed down against his chest. Her pussy walls were twitching madly. For a minute she was sure she was going to come right then. She nuzzled his curly chest hair and sucked on his nipples. She just wanted to lie there forever, she felt so good. Unfortunately, he had other ideas. He pulled his prick back a little, then he pressed forward again. She responded by slamming her ass against him and wailing, "That's the way, big man. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He fucked her. "Jesus your cunt feels good wrapped around my prick," he groaned. He slid his cock back and forth inside her for a minute. Then he drew back until only the tip of it was embedded in her hot body, and shoved a finger through her asshole.
"Oh God! Oh shit that's good!" She started jumping up and down on his cock. "Fuck me hard. Ram your prick clear through me."
He was only too happy to oblige. He screwed her with long, fierce thrusts of his rock-hard cock and she matched him blow for stinging blow. He grasped her dangling tits and massaged her nipples. She nearly went berserk. She ground her ass cheeks against his thighs, forcing his cock as deep inside her as it could possibly go.
"Shit," he growled, "I think I just died and went to heaven. That's such good fucking. Hang on, sweetheart. I'm ready to cum."
"Oh yes. Cum in me, big man. Fill me up with your cum. I need it so bad," she sobbed. "I need it so fucking bad!"
That was all either one of them could take. They came in unison, humping each other as hard as they could.
Fender lay still until his limp cock slipped free of Fay's wet cunt. He then stretched himself out on top of her and gave her a long, hard kiss.
"You were wonderful," she murmured when he released her lips at last. "Just wonderful."
"If you think that was good." he informed her in a husky voice, "just wait until I catch my breath. I'm not through with youówhat is your name, anyway, sweetheart? You never did tell me."
She giggled and crawled out from underneath him. "Fay. Fayella Jones. What's yours? Besides Fender."
"Hershel. Fender. So now you know why I just use my last name."
"Oh. Well, Mr. Fender, I'm afraid I really must see about getting back home. Myósomeone is expecting me."
"Someone like a husband, maybe?" he asked carelessly.
; She nodded her head. "I'm afraid so. Not that he'll miss me. But he will miss not having somebody there to bring him his dinner."
"I see. I take it he's not much of a lover."
She gazed unhappily down at her hands. "He just never seems to have any time for me. He's never been real attentive, but latelyólet's just say I'm always about tenth on his list of important things to do."
Fender said, simply, "The man's a fool. A woman like you should be kept on a pedestal, not trampled into the ground until she was forced to go somewhere else for a little loving. Why do you stay with a jerk like that?"