0 comments/ 12697 views/ 1 favorites The Car By: lacorbeau Feeling your arms about me.. your lips brushing my ear.. my cheeks becoming flushed.... I so crave your kisses.. I need them.. I need to hear the catch in your voice as my hands move down your chest... seeing your eyes flash alarm and lust at the same time.. your tongue searching my mouth.. plunging deep as your cock twitches in your pants.. my fingers undoing your fly as I whisper.. please let me.. let me touch you.. my kisses lure you.. beckon you.. and I take your hand and guide it to my breast.. you groan loudly as your mouth and teeth take me over.. devouring my lips my throat.. down to my exposed breast.. my fingers find such wetness around the head of your cock.. running my fingers along the outside.. working the shaft through your briefs.. you pull from me telling me not to.. telling me you'll make a mess..that we shouldnt be doing this..but I will not be refused.. my kisses tease you, coaxing you into letting me just slip my fingers into the waistband.. you shudder hard moaning telling me.. please please ..dont.. but I cant stop.. encircling your hard shaft.. finally grasping you..and milking your aching cock.. you ease back..softly elling me how good it feels..the precum flows fast over my fingers.. and in one motion I lean in and wrap my mouth around the thick head.. drawing you in .. You cry out in a harsh gasp.. as your hands push me down into you.. and your hips fuck and pump into my hot wet mouth.. filling it in a rush.. so much hot sticky cum for me.. lapping you clean, sitting up quickly.. not seeing anyone watching.. as you sit with your head thrown back..panting.. I smile softly as I sit back and fix my lipstick.. enjoying the taste of your cum in my mouth... GRS®1999 The Car Feeling your arms about me.. your lips brushing my ear.. my cheeks becoming flushed.... I so crave your kisses.. I need them.. I need to hear the catch in your voice as my hands move down your chest... seeing your eyes flash alarm and lust at the same time.. your tongue searching my mouth.. plunging deep as your cock twitches in your pants.. my fingers undoing your fly as I whisper.. please let me.. let me touch you.. my kisses lure you.. beckon you.. and I take your hand and guide it to my breast.. you groan loudly as your mouth and teeth take me over.. devouring my lips my throat.. down to my exposed breast.. my fingers find such wetness around the head of your cock.. running my fingers along the outside.. working the shaft through your briefs.. you pull from me telling me not to.. telling me you'll make a mess..that we shouldnt be doing this..but I will not be refused.. my kisses tease you, coaxing you into letting me just slip my fingers into the waistband.. you shudder hard moaning telling me.. please please ..dont.. but I cant stop.. encircling your hard shaft.. finally grasping you..and milking your aching cock.. you ease back..softly elling me how good it feels..the precum flows fast over my fingers.. and in one motion I lean in and wrap my mouth around the thick head.. drawing you in .. You cry out in a harsh gasp.. as your hands push me down into you.. and your hips fuck and pump into my hot wet mouth.. filling it in a rush.. so much hot sticky cum for me.. lapping you clean, sitting up quickly.. not seeing anyone watching.. as you sit with your head thrown back..panting.. I smile softly as I sit back and fix my lipstick.. enjoying the taste of your cum in my mouth... GRS®1999 The Car Nadine looked carefully through the "For Sale" advertisements. She went through them slowly not wanted to miss a bargain if she saw one. 'It's my own fault,' she thought to herself as she ticked each advertisement with her biro, 'I've just left it a little late that's all.' She smiled sardonically. A little late. She'd damn well left it almost too late. She had always found that time slipped by too fast for her to cope. What she thought she'd leave until Saturday she usually didn't get around to doing until Sunday or even Monday. But this time what was usually just an inconvenience could turn into a major disaster. Why oh why did Joshua want a toy car for his birthday. And not just any car. Oh no. But one of those super de luxe radio remote controlled ones he saw over at the park every time they went. If she'd let him he would sit for hours watching the other boys shrieking their cars on to victory as they had races around and around the special track built by the parks authority. And she was happy seeing him happy. That's why when he had asked her whether he could have one for his birthday she had nodded. But that was weeks ago and his birthday seemed so far away. Now it was in four days time. She was in despair as she looked at the prices of the ones in the newspaper. They were well beyond her budget. Even more so now that Leroy's alimony cheque was late arriving. She had no worries about it not arriving. Despite all the acrimony between them when they broke up and finally divorced he had always been a good father and the money had usually arrived on the second Monday of each month without fail. She had no reason to think it would be any different this month. It was just delayed in the post. But that didn't solve the problem that she needed the money now. She had tried to telephone her ex-husband but his office said he was in Europe on a business trip. They had offered to e-mail him for her but she had said no, not wanting to bother him. Now she wished she had accepted their offer. Damn, damn, damn. She threw the paper to one side part in anger and part in despair. What now? She thought. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she nearly missed seeing the corner of a yellow leaflet poking out from between the pages. Normally she wouldn't have bothered but curiosity got the better of her and she lent forward to pick it up. At first she couldn't believe what she was seeing. A picture of a beautiful racing model car complete with remote control unit and all at a fraction of the cost of the other models in the paper. Thank you God, thank you God she whispered fervently as she dialled the number at the bottom of the leaflet. She tapped her fingers impatiently as she waited. Then… "Good afternoon. Warren's Model Shop. Can I help you?" "Uh yes. I've just seen your leaflet in my local paper. It shows a model car, you know a remote control one? That you're selling? Do you have any in stock?" She crossed her fingers and uttered a silent prayer. "Yes we do but they're going very quickly. We've got three boxes left." Nadine looked at her watch. Joshua will be coming home from school in an hour. She could just make it in time if she hurried. "Hello? Hello?" the voice sounded puzzled. "Sorry I was just checking on the time. Could you please put one aside for me and I'll be with you in half an hour." "Yes. I can keep it for an hour after that I'm afraid I'll have to let it go." "No! No!," she almost screamed, "I'll be there. I'm leaving right now." "I'll see you soon then." The phone went dead. She rushed to put on her shoes, grab her coat, check that she had some money and pick up the front door keys from the coffee table. Luckily the bus stop was right outside her door and she was there within a minute. She waited. And waited. She felt the tension in her stomach rise as the minutes slipped by. 'Please hurry up!' she thought, 'pleeese…' She looked at her watch and saw that fifteen minutes had passed already. 'God,' she thought, 'I won't make it. Josh'll be home in forty-five minutes. I'll just have to think of something else to get him.' She was just about to return to her front door when suddenly the bus trundled around the corner and came to a halt beside her. She hesitated for a second, recalculating the time, then throwing caution to the winds she boarded the vehicle. The shop wasn't far away but the traffic was particularly heavy and it seemed like an age to Nadine before she reached her destination. 'Shop? Shop? Where was the damned shop?' she hadn't taken the address with her but finally she found the place crowded with people. She wondered what was going on then she saw a sign which said "Closing Down Sale. Last Day Today" 'No wonder the car is so cheap' she thought and tried to push her way to the counter. Eventually when she got there she saw all the sales assistants were busy. She looked at her watch again. God, is that the time already? "Yes can I help you?" the voice broke into her reverie. "Yes, yes you can. I phoned in about half an hour ago about the model racing car and somebody said they would put it on one side for me. Is it ready? I must go. My son's coming home from school soon and I must be there to meet him." "Do you know who it was who spoke to you?" "No. Only that it was a man." The woman smiled. "Oh that'll be Mr Warren. Hang on a minute he's out the back. I'll get him for you," and off she went. The crowd behind Nadine grew denser as the customers surged closer to the counter to pay for their purchases, and she found herself wedged painfully against the edge of the counter. She could hardly breathe. "Are you here to pick up the model racing car?" Nadine crushed against the counter, her hair, slipped from the hair clip she had hastily put in place before leaving the house, covering most of her face, could only look up from her almost bent over position and say "Yes that's me. Have you got it?" "Right here." The voice was deep and well modulated and Nadine could just make out a tall figure standing in front of her holding a large box. With difficulty she opened her purse and gave the open palm some notes. She took the box. "Just a minute I'll get your change." Once again she had to wait. It seemed another age before he gave her some coins and a receipt and by moving backwards Nadine managed to extract herself from the surrounding wall of bodies until she finally reached the front door and the outside. She was far too flustered and concerned about the time to notice the man behind the counter watching her with a look of mild amusement on his face. Returning home was easier and she saw Joshua's school bus parked to offload some other children when she was five streets away from her house. As soon as the bus stopped she dashed up to the front door, let herself in and walked quickly into the bedroom. With a feeling of accomplishment she pushed the box in its brown paper bag as far as she could to the back of the wardrobe not bothering with the dust that was up there but making a mental that she would clean it on Saturday. She went to the front door just as the school bus arrived. There was no opportunity to look at the model car until Joshua had gone to bed and she had made absolutely certain that he was fast asleep. Now she had bought the present she didn't want anything to spoil the surprise. She smiled to herself as she climbed onto the chair and retrieved the bag from the top of the wardrobe. 'You silly thing, you're getting as much fun out of this as Josh will when he gets it,' she thought. And it was true she was almost as excited as a little girl just thinking of her son's face in a few days time. She went into the kitchen sat down at the large round wooden table and carefully sliced open the box with a knife. She lifted up the lid, pulled aside the protective cardboard cover and looked down at…at…Oh no! She gasped. No…no..no…But it was. Instead of a wonderful racing car ready to turn on and drive away she saw clear plastic bags. Big ones, small ones, middle sized ones, each filled with what seemed to her to be thousands upon thousands of tiny shapes. There was a black object in its own space at one end of the box with 'Motor' stamped on it and a smaller object in its own space at the other end with 'Remote Control Unit' stamped on it. Nadine was stunned. She gazed at the pile of pieces in front of her and then, not knowing why, she looked at the cover of the box. There printed in large red letters were the words 'Kit Form'. Maybe there was a mistake, she thought and looked hastily around for the leaflet. She found it screwed up with the newspaper. There was no mistake. The words 'Kit Form' leapt out at her from the paper. 'Fool, fool, fool,' she muttered to herself. Why hadn't she checked? She had been too happy to see a model car cheap enough to buy. She hadn't seen anything else. Despondently she repacked and re-sealed the box and once again put it on top of the wardrobe. She went to bed very, very depressed. The next morning she was in a better mood and had decided to take the car back for a refund or at least exchange it for another toy. Getting Joshua ready for school was always difficult but today seemed worse. "But Mum, I've got a belly ache. I'm not feeling very well," her son groaned and held his arms across his stomach in an exaggerated pose, trying to convince her of his need for immediate hospitalisation. "Now Josh don't be silly. I haven't got time for all that today, I've got to go somewhere early and I don't want to be…" "But Mum, honest it really hurts and I think I'm going to be sick." "Joshua!" she replied in her stern voice looking at him directly in the eye. He began eating his cereal at a snail's pace. "And hurry up," she finished. By the time she had him ready the school bus was waiting outside the house. She saw him on board with a quick peck to his cheek and waved him goodbye. Good, she thought, now let's get this over and done with. She cleared up the breakfast dishes and by the time she left the house a light drizzle had started. She looked up at the sky and contemplated going back for her umbrella but it didn't look too bad and the bus came at that moment. Without her mind dwelling on the clock ticking away the minutes the journey back to the shop was fast and uneventful. Until she got off. Craaackkk!! The lightening sizzled through the sky and the huge clap of thunder followed immediately. Within seconds Nadine was caught in the middle of a heavy downpour and drenched from head to foot. Quickly she sought shelter in a shop doorway but so many others had the same idea that she found herself being edged out and getting wet anyway. Philosophically she shrugged her shoulders, braced herself against the driving rain and walked the hundred yards to the model shop. The rain was pouring down her face and she almost missed it but then she recognised the building and tried the door. It wouldn't open. Puzzled and soaked to the skin she peered through the window into a darkened room with no toys, no models, no sign of life at all. Then she remembered the sign. "Closing Down Sale. Last Day Today" Her disappointment was so sharp she moaned out aloud. No, not this as well. Once again she peered through the window forming a small bridge with her hand to keep most of the rain out of her eyes and to see beyond the reflection of the street in the glass. Is that…? she wondered, yes it is. A light, right at the back of the shop coming from a small room. She began an insistent rapping on the shop window. It seemed an age but eventually she saw the shadowy figure of someone coming towards her. The door opened. Without thinking and with a hastily murmured "Can I just come in for a moment," she pushed passed into the dryness and warmth of the shop. Grabbing a tissue from her pocket she mopped at her face and told her story to the man. He listened without interruption then... "Yes I remember you. I served you. Don't you remember?" Nadine looked at him and shook her head, "No I'm sorry I don't remember." "Not to worry. The problem is we have nothing left to exchange your son's toy for. Everything's been sold. And there's no money in the shop, it's all been banked. I'm only here for a couple of hours just clearing up. I can't really see what I can do to help." To Nadine's horror her face suddenly crumpled. She couldn't help it. She knew it was silly but, unbidden, tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I…I'm sorry," she snuffled, "this is stupid. I'll be alright in a minute" The man stood there silently for a second and then said, "Come into the back room. I've got a small fire there and you can dry off a bit." She followed him to the room at the back. As she stood in front of the three-bar electric fire feeling its heat thawing her out she began to think sensibly. 'What am I doing here? I should have remembered about the sale. I'm stupid…stupid…stupid…' "…what do you say?" She heard his voice. "Sorry," she apologised with a smile, "I wasn't listening." Then she realised how rude that must have sounded, "I mean I was…" "That's OK" he laughed, "all I said was that I'm going next door for a coffee now. Would you like to come with me?" That sounded just fine to Nadine. She felt she could just do with a coffee. "Yes thank you," she said without hesitation. After the first cup and a piece of her favourite chocolate fudge cake, 'I won't eat tomorrow' she thought, Nadine began to feel more human. "This is nice of you," she said, "just what the doctor ordered. But I don't even know your name." "Adam," he replied, "Adam Warren." A vague memory came to her from the day before. "Oh yes I remember the girl behind the counter saying your name." "You mean Carol. She told me that she had a customer outside in the shop who had ordered the car and looked as if she would kill if she didn't get it." And he laughed. Nadine joined in. "Yes I must have looked a bit frantic. I was worried about not being home when my son got back from school. My name's Nadine." They formally shook hands with small smiles on their faces. "Another coffee?" asked Adam. She only hesitated slightly. She should get back but it was a long time since she had sat down socially with a man. And a good looking one at that. "Yes, yes please." She said. For the next half an hour they talked about small things and he cracked a couple of jokes which she didn't think were very funny but she laughed anyway. Then quickly shut up in case she was overdoing it. But then she said, "Well it's been nice meeting you and having a coffee but I've really got to go. I've still got to decide what I'm going to do about Joshua's birthday present." For a moment Adam was silent. Then he said, "Look I don't want you to think I'm imposing or anything but I'd be happy to build the car for your son." "Oh no, I couldn't," said Nadine, "it's kind of you but…" "It would be no trouble. The lease on the shop doesn't run out until Saturday and until then it's still mine. I've almost finished what I've got to do there but after that I'm at a loose end for a while. I'd be happy to do it. I love model making. That's why I started the shop. And it'll give me something to do for a few days." "Well…" Nadine still hesitated. She didn't know the man. But the car was useless to her now anyway. 'And he does look dependable' she thought. "Go on say yes," he broke in on her thoughts, "it'd be no trouble. Honest." It was the 'Honest' that persuaded her, so little boyish. "Well alright then," she said, "but I insist on paying you for your time." "We'll discuss all that later," he said with a broad grin. "I'll work on it in the shop. I've got some small model making tools there and a workbench. It'll be easier than doing it at home on the dining table." Now the decision had been made they parted company quickly. Exchanging telephone numbers. Nadine said she would visit the shop the next day to see how he was doing. He said fine, see you tomorrow then, and off he went carrying the brown paper bag whilst Nadine walked towards the bus stop in a day now basking in warm sunshine. Now that the problem of Joshua's present had been solved Nadine glided through the rest of the day on wheels of efficiency. She dusted, vacuumed, did a pile of washing and even got round to doing some ironing. She cleared up most of the jobs she had been putting off and by the time her son came home from school she was even ahead of herself for the first time in months. They both had a meal of hamburgers and chips and watched cartoons on TV. Nadine couldn't stop herself from looking at Joshua a lot of the time. He was such a good little boy, she thought, never any complaints and no more whining than usual from an eight year old. God she loved him. It took all her willpower not to reach over and hug him to her. "Shall we go over the park and watch the model cars?" she asked, knowing what the reply would be. "Ohh! Yes mum. Cool!". She smiled at the way he was picking up slang. "OK. Let's go then. I'll do the washing up when we get back." The park was opposite the house across the road, and soon she and Joshua were watching the other children playing their racing games with their own remote controlled cars. Joshua was in his element and was screaming along with the others as a car he particularly liked sped across the finishing line ahead of all the others. Nadine was bursting with the secret she had inside her. Fantasising about the look on his face when he received his present in three days time. She was so happy and contented that she allowed them both an extra half an hour before going home. That night she slept deeply. The next morning after Josh had left she phoned Adam at the number he had given her. She felt excited. "Hello?" his voice sounded in her ear. "Hi it's Nadine. I thought I'd just ring to see how it's going." "Absolutely no problem. I didn't realise how good this particular model was. It's a little beauty." "Well I thought if it's alright with you I'll pop over later and bring you some lunch." "You don't have to do…" "This is my turn to insist," she laughed, "no argument. I'll be there about one o'clock." "Well if you put it that way," she heard Adam chuckle, "you leave me no choice. I'll look forward to eating your food. Oh and seeing you again of course…" and he laughed. Why did her heart give a little skip? "OK," she said, "see you then." She prepared a small picnic basket with cold cuts, cheeses some fruit and two slices of sponge cake. 'So much for not eating today', she smiled at herself. At just after twelve thirty she was ready to go. She was surprised at her feelings. Just how much she was looking forward to meeting Adam again. 'This is silly,' she admonished herself, 'I don't know anything about him. He's probably got a wife and kids at home. It'd be surprising if he hasn't. Good looking, charming chap like him.' Eventually she left the house and caught the bus to the shop. Adam let her into the shop and took her into the back room. She didn't know what to expect but thought he might have nearly finished it by then. But there it lay scattered about the work surface resembling nothing in particular. Adam must have seen the look of disappointment on her face. "Don't worry, Nadine," he said with a smile, "it'll be finished in time. A lot of the early work is in the preparation of each part. Most people don't bother and just glue a model together as quickly as possible to get the thing built, but as I said, I love model building and like to do the job properly." Nadine was embarrassed that her face had given her away so easily. "Oh I wasn't worried. Not at all." she said, flustered as she tried to regain her poise. "Let's eat. You must be hungry." "Starving", he smiled again. Nadine couldn't help noticing that he smiled a lot. She didn't mind. He had a nice smile she thought. The Car She opened the picnic basket whilst Adam went next door to get two cans of lemonade, and laid the food out on paper plates on a spare table standing against a wall. "That looks good." "I hope you like it" "Sure to. Let's tuck in." Nadine ate and listened as Adam ate and talked. He told her about his ambition to own a string of model shops, and when she looked puzzled and asked why he had closed this one down, he explained the lease had expired and he was moving to much larger premises. He had bought them outright from the profits of this first one. She learned that he was single with no girlfriend and no wife. That he had been working too hard to have a decent social life. "Why do I feel so pleased?" she thought. And she learned that he owned a small one-bedroom apartment not far away. "Hey listen to me," he said, "I'm talking nineteen to the dozen and haven't given you a chance to get a word in edgeways." "There's not much to tell really. I've got a son. But you know that. I was divorced a couple of years ago and…" Nadine found herself talking about herself almost non-stop. More than she had ever done to a stranger before. 'But,' she thought, 'he's so easy to talk to.' As they talked their way through the cheese they became closer until sometimes their hands would brush against each other. And once when he made her giggle she leant briefly against him. The eating and the talking eventually came to and end and Nadine realised, with a small feeling of reluctance that it was time for her to go. They said goodbye to each other and she said she would be back the next day and would bring another picnic meal. He said great, the model will be finished by then and you'll be able to take it home with you. Going home she felt a bit light-headed and she recognised the feeling of happiness and she knew why she was happy. 'Don't be daft,' she said to herself, 'he probably doesn't think of you that way at all. Still it's nice to dream." And she smiled contentedly to herself. That night she hardly slept a wink. She decided to make a small flan for Adam's lunch and the morning soon passed whilst she worked. Adding a salad for them both and some more cheese and two flavoured yoghurts she soon found herself outside the shop for the final time. "Hi", said Adam as he let her in, "follow me Madame." She went with him to the back room where she saw a clean white sheet covering an object on the workbench. "You've done it!," she exclaimed excitedly. "Oh Adam I really don't know how to thank you enough. Let's have a look at it then…" "Hey, hey, hey," he chuckled, "we've got to do this properly." And he gave her an empty plastic beaker into which he poured some champagne from a bottle she saw on the spare table. "Why thank you kind sir," she said getting into the spirit of the occasion. "Ready? Good. Well here we go then. 'M'Lords, Ladies an' Genlem'n, I hereby name this car Tornado'." And with a flourish he pulled the sheet away from the model. Nadine was astounded. It was nothing like the models she had seen over at the park. It seemed bigger. More powerful. More…finished. Painted in bright yellow with black racing stripes down the sides it looked as though it could easily have a life of its own. "Why it's even got a little man behind the steering wheel!" she exclaimed with glee thinking of Joshua's face when he saw this magnificent machine. "Umm, well yes. I added a few bits and pieces of my own, oh and I made the engine just a leeetle bit more powerful. Nothing's too much for your son on his birthday eh?" "Oh thank you, thank you Adam he'll be over the moon at this. It's way beyond his wildest dreams I'm sure." Adam looked pleased and a little embarrassed. "Well it was nothing really. And it gave me something to do these last couple of days and I enjoyed doing it, I really did. Anyway now Tornado's been duly christened, though Joshua can make his own name up for it if he wants, I think it's time we put her to bed. Ready for her big day tomorrow." Nadine agreed and the car was placed carefully into a special box that Adam had provided, 'I would never have thought of that' said Nadine, and the box wrapped in 'Happy Birthday' paper, 'nor that' she added, they sat down to enjoy the food. The time passed as enjoyably as it had done the day before but as the meal came to an end Nadine felt a sadness knowing that this was probably the last time they would ever see each other. 'I can't let it end like this', she thought, 'I just can't'. Then taking the bull by the horns she faced Adam and said… "I was wondering…" "I was wondering…" Adam was saying simultaneously. They both laughed. "After you," said Adam, "Ladies first." "Well I was wondering whether you would like to join us at the park tomorrow." There she had said it. "It's Joshua's day I know but I thought if you had time you may like to see how well Tornado performs." "I was going to ask you the self same thing." Adam said. "I won't interfere with you or Josh of course. But any creator likes to see how well their creations work!" "Oh no. Of course you must join us. But in the beginning I'll introduce you as a friend. I'm sure that Josh won't mind and anyway he'll be too wrapped up winning all the races to worry much about anything else." "I'd really like that," said Adam and Nadine saw the absolute delight in his eyes. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'is this really happening to me?' "But if it looks as though Joshua objects in any way at all, then I'll just say goodbye and leave, OK?" "OK" replied Nadine. The meal over and the car placed in a carrier bag she was soon on her way home. That night she didn't sleep at all. Birthday. Nine years old. Postman. Cards. Presents. A special breakfast of chocolate ice-cream "I'll get him something more substantial later." She promised herself. And the alimony cheque. At the sight of it Nadine felt a small pang of guilt over Adam but she brushed it off quickly. She knew Leroy had been in a relationship for nearly a year. There was a card and a postal order for £10 for Joshua and a promise that Leroy would be seeing him next week when he returned from Europe. Joshua didn't seem to mind. He knew his Dad had an important job and travelled a lot. Then came The Car… Taking a leaf from Adam's book Nadine put on a show, "M'Lords, Ladies…." By the end Joshua was holding his side. His giggling had brought on a stitch. Then Nadine gave him his present. She watched anxiously. She was nervous. She didn't know why but she wanted this particular gift to be absolutely correct. Joshua, with the box on his knees, carefully lifted the lid and peered inside. Silence. Too long a silence. 'God,' thought Nadine 'he doesn't like i….' "YAAAiiiiiiii! OH YESSSS! YESSSS! YESSSS! OH MUM, IT'S GREAT…" his treble screamed out around the kitchen, "oh muuummm!" Nadine laughed. His joy and excitement made everything worthwhile and whilst he took the car out of the box and carefully looked at it, turning it over and over in his small hands, "hey mum, look, look, LOOK MUM! There's a man behind the steering wheel and look at that engine. Mum…mum…LOOK!" She got their coats, put hers on and helped him with his. Then they left the house, crossed the road and entered the park gates. They went along the wide asphalt path leading to the racetrack and she looked anxiously for Adam. Her heart dropped like a stone. He wasn't there! Suddenly the day seemed less bright, less fun. She saw the other children beginning to gather for the first race and she heard their arguments about who was going to stand where and who had any sweets. Maybe he'd got held up somewhere or maybe he had changed his mind. Her thoughts were heavy. Then out of the corner of her eye she saw his tall, figure walking towards the track from the East Gate Entrance and once again her heart started beating rapidly and a broad grin appeared on her face. "Put the car down for me mum," said Josh, "I want to drive it up to the others." She did what he asked and walked quickly behind him as he sped towards the crowd, following The Car in his electric wheelchair as fast as he could go. Nadine felt happy. The Car THE CAR I have to thank my editor Wildsweetone for all her help, especially her assistance with punctuation and grammar, not to forget her Eagle eyes spot the silly mistakes that both I and the spell-check have missed. If you just want to read about sex, either look elsewhere or skip the first fifteen hundred words. If you want a good story I hope you enjoy this one. Laura thought her world had come to an end when Josh packed his bags and moved out to live with his new secretary, who was nearly thirty years his junior. When Josh returned to collect his property Laura was in a vindictive mood. She allowed him to collect his clothes, she had resisted the temptation to hack them into ribbons. She even let him have his collection of vinyl records of sixties and seventies Rock, and his prized Bang and Olfsen hi-fi system. She felt physically sick as she watched as he carried them out to his Jeep. She, the other woman, was sitting at the wheel. It was when Josh turned to go into the garage that she launched her bombshell. “The garage is locked.” “Can I have the keys – please?" “No Josh. What is in the garage is staying. I'm keeping the car.” “Dammit Laura that's my car. I built it with my own hands.” “We built this marriage and you took it apart. You've got your records, you've got your hi-fi, and you’ve got all your other possessions. You've got your whore – see if she'll make you coffee all night when you're up to your elbows in grease while you build another car.” Josh raged and stormed before he eventually left. When the Jeep turned out of sight Laura opened the garage. The little car sat in the center of the garage where it had been built. Laura walked around the car, its aluminum side panels glinted invitingly in the sunlight. The long hood, the fat open wheels, and the rollover bar over the cockpit, which did not even come up to her waist, all combined to give an impression of speed, fun and power. Laura had fallen in love with the car from the minute Josh showed her the pictures in the catalogue. Building the car had taken all one winter, during which every spare moment of their lives had revolved around the garage. It had been fall when a collection of components had arrived in shipping crates and in the spring a little European sports car had emerged. Her fingers had bled when she had sewn the roof and the seats – the car was as much her creation as his and she was not relinquishing it. Hiking up her skirt she stepped over the side and slid down in the driver's seat. She sat for a few moments acclimatizing herself, in ten years she had not driven the car more than five or six times – the driver’s seat had been Josh’s seat by right. She began to put the five-point seat harness on, she recalled why she had always worn pants when she rode in this car. She lifted her butt and tugged up her skirt and pulled up the crotch belt. When she thumbed the starter button the engine coughed then caught, it began to die away, she recalled it had a manual choke. The side muffler emitted a steady meaty beat that boomed around the garage. She dipped the clutch put the manual shifter into first gear, raised the engine revs. The little car fishtailed, its rear wheels spinning when she let out the clutch. She scarcely lifted her foot off the gas pedal, when with the tires squealing a tortured protest, like a rocket the car shot out of the driveway onto the road. Laura roared along the Sunday quiet suburban streets, fortunately there were no cops around. By the time she had reached the freeway her anger had dissipated to some extent. As she slowed the car to the speed limit she castigated herself. Laura what the hell has got into you – you’re a fifty-five year old woman and you’re driving like a teenager. Even though she had slowed down the little car still felt good. The harness straps rubbed her breasts and her nipples had hardened in response. The wind blew through her hair and she felt free. She glanced at the gauge, the gas tank was three-quarters full. She did a quick calculation there was at least six gallons in the ten gallon tank, and at twenty-five to the gallon that was a hundred and fifty miles. She had to brake hard when a truck pulled out in front of her. The belt between her legs halted her slide forward. She felt herself become wet as the webbing ground into her crotch. This damn car is sexing me up! She thought, angry that an inanimate object could arouse her desire. Yet even as she was thinking, her hand was caressing the smooth phallic knob of the gearshift. She had been driving for nearly an hour when she decided that it was time to return home. She was going to turn off at the next interchange, but then the black drop-head 911 roared past her. Without a second’s hesitation she floored the gas pedal, the little car leapt forward responsively. As she came up along side the Porsche the driver looked across and sped up. They were running side-by-side, the cars seemed to be evenly matched and neither driver was willing to give way. Laura took a quick glance at the speedometer, one hundred and thirty-five miles an hour; she didn’t think Josh had ever driven the car this fast. As soon as night follows day, and with the certainty that water flows downhill, so speeding on the freeway for prolonged periods has a certain consequence. Sirens wailed, lights flashed, the driver of the Porsche and Laura pulled over and stopped. Once the tickets had been issued the cops clustered around the car. The hood was raised and they all gazed with awe at the little Pinto based Ford Cosworth motor. “Mam did ya say this little mill is only two liters?” Asked a gum-chewing cop for the third time. When eventually they were allowed to go on their way, it was the driver of the Porsche who suggested they go for a coffee, he had nodded his head in the direction of a roadside MacDonald’s. When they were seated at a table the young Porsche driver smiled at her, “That’s sure some machine and cost a heck of a lot less than my Porsche. Did you really build it yourself?” “Josh did. I supplied coffee, sympathy and stitched the upholstery.” “Josh?” “My husband, ex-husband.” She frowned what was Josh? sketched a gesture. “I’m not sure of how to describe his status or mine?” “Not sure?” “Well he’s moved out – traded me in for a younger model. I suppose a divorce will be the next step. I really haven’t thought about what comes next.” A typical male reaction Laura thought when the young man whistled. Although his assumption angered her she smiled when he said. “Wow and he left the car too.” “No I kept the car. It’s my self respect I know without the car he’ll hurt and I want him to hurt as much as I hurt.” “Maybe I can help.” As if by magic he flipped a card onto the table ‘Simon Lampeter Attorney at Law’ it had printed on it along with an address and phone number. “Mister Lampeter we have an attorney.” Laura said abruptly, she did not trust lawyers. Was this a new twist on ambulance chasing? “That’s good because it is unethical to be involved with a client. In that case will you come with me next weekend to the Sportscar races?” “I’m not sure. I mean I hardly know you.” “You know me well enough to get arrested with me. Read the ticket, as an attorney I’ll read it for you, and without billing you but don’t tell my partners. It says that we are jointly charged with racing on the highway. And if you bring your car you’ll enjoy it if we stop an extra day they have a “Run-what-you-brung” you can take your car on the track.” Josh will be totally pissed, she thought. “Fine next weekend it’s a date.” On Monday morning Laura picked up Simon’s card and went to the phone to call him and cancel. The service man arrived to give the boiler its annual service. On Tuesday morning, she intended to call Simon but her neighbor Marjory called for coffee and to commiserate with her. On Wednesday, she called. “Sorry Mr. Lampeter’s in a conference may I take a message,” the receptionist said. Her voice sounded like Josh’s secretary’s voice the woman she had dubbed, ‘the whore’. Laura dropped the phone. On Thursday morning she did not call. On Thursday evening she rang Amy, her daughter, to tell her that she would be away that weekend. Amy was preoccupied, she had only just got home with the twins from a Little League game, “That’s nice mom. Have a nice time and call me when you get back.” Laura put the phone down relieved that her daughter had not asked where she was going or who she was going with. On Friday still wondering what she was doing and why she crammed some clothes into a hold-all, she put the bag on the passenger seat and drove off to meet Simon. ‘A hundred miles drive, to watch motor racing with a man I’ve only met once, I must be crazy!’ As she was driving Simon called on his mobile to check that she was on route and to give her the details of the motel where they would be staying. She nearly turned around to drive back home, when she reflected that staying in a motel with a man she hardly knew sounded distinctly sleazy. However the idea of a weekend at the Sportscar Races and an opportunity to run her own car on the track sounded too tempting. The Motel parking lot was like an informal sports car fest, there were some small European kit cars like her own, many other British and European sports cars; including two blood red Ferrari Testerosas, and a number of the ubiquitous Porsche 911’s both drop-head and fixed-head; of course there were also a number of Thunderbirds, Corvettes and Dodge Vipers. She only located Simon by calling him on his mobile. She was reassured about his intentions when he showed her the two-bedroom suite with a shared bathroom. Once she had freshened up they went in her car to the track. It was practice day. Laura watched enthralled as cars, some very like her own, howled around the road track. Tires smoked when they braked hard at the end of a straightaway before taking a sharp left-hand bend that was the first of a series of bends that snaked down the hill. A Viper overcooked the bend and spun onto the bumpy grass, leaving a trail of fiberglass body parts in its wake. “Wow,” said Laura as the dust settled. “He’ll soon get that fixed.” Laura had not really believed Simon’s statement but sure enough before the session ended the same Viper howled past tires and engine screaming as it slewed into the bend. “He’s still got a handling problem, the rear end seems to be going light when he brakes.” Simon said knowledgably. Laura enjoyed watching the practice, she had not realized how dusty she had got until they returned to the motel. She stood in the shower stall the warm water running softly over her body, swirling away in a brown eddy. Then she turned the showerhead to its power jet setting. No sooner had the jet struck her breast than she felt the tingle, the tingle of anticipation that she had not felt since Josh had left. When she played the jet between her legs the sensation became intense. She had to satisfy her desire and there was no one to do it. She thrust one of her fingers into the yawning chasm that her pussy had become. Once her finger had entered there was no holding back, one finger was doing nothing, she thrust in three and began to finger-fuck herself. Standing with her legs spread, bent at the knees she pressed her back against the cool tiles of the shower stall. As she fingered herself she kept getting near to an orgasm, then something would happen and frustratingly the feeling would fleet footed disappear. With her free hand she grasped her nipple viciously twisting it, as if trying to wring from her body the orgasm that eluded her. It was when her palm pressed against her mons veneris that the moment of euphoria eventually arrived in a series of wet abdominal muscle contractions. Wanting to capture the ecstatic moment she closed her eyes, the face that appeared was Simon’s not Josh’s! The image was so lifelike that for a moment she thought he was really there with her, then she opened her eyes – she was alone in the shower stall and she knew that she had locked the door, although she wished that she had not. She wished now that Simon had not been such a gentleman. Surely he wanted her why else had he asked her to come with him, unless he was gay. She played with that thought, if he were gay it would be the ultimate cruel joke. If only he had not taken a two room suite. At this moment she wished that he would metamorphose into a monster, a Werewolf and kick the door down to take her right there in the shower stall. She pressed her body harder against the tiles as she imagined the scenario. By the time she had dried herself she had evolved a strategy that involved a jammed zipper. As she went out of the bathroom into the small lobby that divided the two rooms she abandoned the strategy. Instead of opening the door of her room, she knocked on Simon’s door. Even as he opened the door, she could not believe that she was saying the words she was saying. “Simon let’s cut the crap – do you want me? Want me sexually I mean.” She let her bathrobe fall to the floor. “Do you like what you see?” She pushed him back into the room. Simon was flabbergasted, he had planned to wine and dine her before seducing her and now she had transformed into a sexual predator. “Yes,” he stammered. “Yes I like what I see.” “Well then do something. Please Simon don’t make me beg.” What happened next could not be described, by any stretch of the imagination as lovemaking – it was the unleashing of two people’s raw animal lust. As Simon began to undo his belt Laura dropped to her knees. She pushed his hands aside scrabbled at the buckle. She tore down the zipper. When she pulled down his pants and shorts the object of her desire confronted her. His cock was already rampant, the network of pumped up veins stood proud from its smooth surface, the exposed head purple and proud. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. She bobbed her head – he tasted sweet and salty, in her greed she had not even noticed the bead of pre-cum. He groaned as she slid her slick lips over the head of his cock. It was too soon but already he could feel his balls tightening, drawing into him. He used her hair to pull her off his cock. “No not this way.” He lifted her to her feet whilst kicking off his pants and shorts. “Pleease Simon plee …” Her pleas were terminated when Simon threw her onto the bed – she was lying crosswise her feet and legs over the edge. Simon lifted her feet, her calves rested on his shoulder. She was wide open to him. She came as his cock-head parted her swollen labia, and came for a second time as he drove the full length deep into her. After these first two orgasms Laura could no longer identify when she was coming and when she was not. As he pounded his cock into her she was just a well-pool of wet ecstasy. This was an animal fuck, there was no technique, no practice of the arts of love, merely the act of two people relieving their lust. Laura’s hands were under Simon’s shirt clawing at his back, her long nails raked long grooves along his skin, spurring him to move faster and drive into her harder. No man, not even some porn star stud could keep up the furious motion and not come. Simon was no porn star and soon, too soon his body stiffened. He drove his cock into her as the sperm boiled from his pulsating balls. She lowered her legs, wrapping them around his waist she held him inside her. Although she could feel his cock softening she still wanted, needed him to be in her, she did not want the act to end. She felt a sense of loss, of emptiness when with a soft plop his shriveled cock slipped from her. This sense of loss was softened when he scooped her up in his arms lay her lengthwise on the bed and lay beside her, holding her in his arms. As they lay together he began to make love to her. He snuggled up to her smelling her freshly washed hair and the scent of her shampoo. Gently he kissed her ear, his teeth nipping the lobe, she wriggled her hips in anticipation when his tongue explored her ear. Then the kisses fell on her face a gentle shower of butterfly kisses rained upon her eyelids, his lips brushed her cheeks, cooled her forehead. At last he allowed their lips to meet in a long lingering kiss, his tongue forced apart her teeth, upon entering her mouth it jousted with her tongue in a ritualistic combat. They were breathless when their lips parted, he transferred his attentions to her neck. As his lips touched the sensitive areas of her throat she could feel herself getting wet again. I hope he finishes me off, she thought. “This was how I intended to make love to you.” He murmured as he moved his attention to her breasts. “I was an animal – a she wolf in season – I enjoyed the rutting – at that moment I did not want love. Just to be fucked.” she replied. This cannot be! She was coming again and he had not even touched her there! She had always enjoyed having her breasts played with. Even at High School she had allowed her dates to fondle her breasts. Although until she had married she had never allowed anyone to go any further – Josh had been her first lover and until today her only lover. Surely not! She was not sure but she was almost certain she could feel Simon’s flaccid cock twitching against her thigh. She reached down and her fingers encircled his cock. She gave a quiet chuckle. “What’s the joke?” Simon asked. He thought that her chuckle had sounded amazingly sexy, it tinkled musically, sounding like water swirling over pebbles in a stream. “It’s been so long, I’d forgotten how fast a young man’s cock recuperates. After a session like ours Josh would have taken days to revive. I was just thinking that maybe just maybe I ought to feel just a teensy, teensy little bit, sorry for the whore.” Simon lifted his head from her breast. “The whore?” “My name for the woman, girl really Josh has traded me in for. Simon just do what you were doing, don’t talk! Keep sucking my tits.” Who’s the slut no? she thought. Then she stopped thinking and surrendered herself to bliss as Simon nipped her nipples in the same fashion as he had nipped her earlobe. It was a sharp nip, hard, uncomfortable, but inducing pleasure: any harder and it would have been plain pain, any gentler and it would have been meaningless. Simon was fast discovering the secrets of her body. She bent her legs, pushed her feet down on the mattress lifting her ass up as she moved her hips. One of his hands clamped on her Mons, the palm pushing the sensitive pad against the high arch of her pubic bone; his fingers curled around it, spreading the engorged lips entering her slit where one pressured against the hard bud of her clitoris. Now by using pressure he was controlling her body, increase the pressure. He held her hips still and she was trapped on the brink of coming but unable to come. Just when she thought that she could take no more, he eased his grip allowing her to move her body. Her hips gyrated sensuously as she ground out yet another orgasm, this on heightened by the wait and his ever-present hand. There was a delicious sense of fear, fear that he would once again stop her before she had completed. Then there was the activity of one of his fingers that tapped gently along her clitoris. She came convulsively, her abdominal muscles tensing, as she drew her knees up to her breasts. “Oh Simon you are so good for me.” She exclaimed then the moment of rapture passed and a melancholic thought entered her mind. “How old are you Simon?” The Car The suddenness of the question caught Simon unawares. “Twenty-eight going on twenty-nine.” He responded. “Do you realize I am twice your age?” “No I didn’t. Does it matter?” “To me no. To you I expect that when the novelty wears off it will.” “Laura I promise you that you’re not a novelty – we are here together because I am genuinely attracted to you.” “Sooner or later you will want a young woman, one of your own age. Don’t worry I am not walking out I want all that I can get and I intend to enjoy every minute that I have with you.” “Laura I promise you that I am genuinely attracted …” “Shhhhhhh say nothing and I’ll say no more. Lie back, I want to try something.” Simon did as she had asked. She turned and raised herself onto all fours. Turning, she slowly slid her body down his. The touch of her nipples trailing along his body sent erotic tingles to his hardening cock. The feel of his body against her nipples increased the level of her licentious feelings. As she slithered slowly down she kept her eyes fixed upon his cock – the object of her desire. His cock hardened the moment her warm moist mouth enveloped its head. He felt her tongue swirling over the glans, the tip exploring the ridge that marked the separation between the exposed head and the shaft. She drew back curled her tongue so that the tip was pointed and began to explore the outline of the blind oval eye. It felt as if she was entering him through the tip. Simon wriggled and squirmed until he got his head between Laura’s legs. For the first time Simon could really see her pussy. Simon had seen many women’s pussies since his first sexual fumblings after a High School Prom ten years before, but Laura was the first mature woman he had ever bedded. The pussies he had looked at before had never born children and belonged to younger slimmer women, women who were little more than teenagers. Their labia had been thin and mean, whereas Laura’s were fleshy and fully developed, hanging down from her like curtains. Even their outer side glistened with hers and his juices. She responded to his touch when with two fingers he gently parted the heavy lips, exposing to his gaze her coral pink inner lips. He looked at the pulsating dark hole where only a short while ago he had buried his cock. He was intrigued by the thick untrimmed growth of her dark pubic hair; hair that he already knew grew nearly to her navel. Laura was uncertain as to exactly what Simon was doing when he grasped her hips and pulled her down to him. She had heard of the term Sixty-Nine, she even knew in broad terms what it meant; but she had never done it before. By the time she had put a name to what was happening, Simons tongue was lashing her clitoris, flicking it one way then the other. By way of repayment Laura bobbed her head faster than before. On each downward bob she tried to cram a little more of his iron hard cockstem into her mouth. The blunt head of his cock was blindly butting against the back off her mouth. She took a series of deep breaths like a diver she held the last one. Just a little more, she thought, bobbing her head down with even more force. Once again the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth, then it slithered into her throat. Fighting the urge to gag she swallowed and suddenly could feel that he was lodged in her throat she gently moved. Simon gave a muffled groan of ecstatic bliss, never before had a woman deep-throated him. Her lungs were bursting when she lifted her head, taking another breath she dove down once again driving his cock down her throat. All the time she was deep-throating him Simon’s tongue was exciting her clitoris and labia. Lashing her hot inflamed organs with his active slick tongue. Then without warning he would change the tempo and delicately caress those same parts, probing and exploring every delicate fold and crease of the Lotus flower that was her sex. With a triumphant cry of rapture jizm erupted from his rampant cock. As his cock pumped great hot globules down into her throat she felt as if she was drowning. She swallowed desperately, the more she swallowed the more that seemed to fill her gullet. This event that was in reality over in a matter of seconds, seemed to Laura to have been lasting for an eternity. Although he pulled his softening cock out of his mouth, he did not cease lavishing attention upon her pussy. Energetically his mouth and tongue sucked and licked at her spread pussy, cajoling orgasm after orgasm from her. Laura had never in her life experienced so many nor such intense orgasms. She doubted whether even when Josh was young he had ever been capable of such a prolonged bout of almost non-stop lovemaking. What was happening to her? She thought as yet another wet geyser of joy erupted somewhere deep within her womb. She experienced momentary panic attacks – was this natural – would she ever stop? Eventually she said, “Please Simon, no more I don’t think I can take any more.” In the morning when she awoke she was still in his arms, barely moved from the position in which they had been lying cuddling one another. She realized that they had drifted off to sleep holding one another. Her first movements awoke Simon. Seeing his eyes open she kissed him before he could speak. Pressing her body against his she felt his erect cock. “Oh my god! You’re like a machine a fuck machine.” “Well I guess the machine had better perform.” He laughed pushing her onto her back. “My! Oh my I think there are two fuck machines in this bed.” His hand was exploring her already slick slit. Of its own accord her vagina yawned open. “This’ll be a real quicky – I want to get to the track.” He warned, his cock was slipping into her. “Don’t tell me. Just fuck me.” Simon needed no urging. His hands moved beneath her buttocks lifting them from the bed. He thrust his hips embedding the full length of his cock in her. She drew up her knees, wrapping her legs around his waist. She pulled herself tighter to him. Simon was true to his word, although energetic it was truly a quick fuck, but not so quick that Laura missed out on her orgasm. When they had both come they parted. A quicky? Josh would have defined that as a full-blown orgy! They spent the day at the track watching cars taking part in the timed practice for the big race. Then they watched a short support race. Laura watched this race intently, the cars racing were small open wheel cars of the same type as her own. At two in the afternoon the cars taking part in the Twenty-Four Hour race lined up on the grid. Their engines roaring they made a slow circuit of the track behind the Starter’s Car. Coming to a halt they took up their positions on the grid for the standing start. Even on the first Lap with twenty-fours of racing in front of them cars were jostling to overtake, pushing to get in front. On the second lap in front of where they stood, a Corvette nudged a Porsche that pirouetted along the track and off onto the grass. The Porsche’s wheels spun, then with pieces of bodywork trailing behind it the car rejoined the track. “C’mon,” Simon pulled her with him like an excited schoolboy. He led the way through the spectator areas until they reached a point where they had a good view of the pits. Here they could see the mechanics making hasty repairs to the Porsche, within minutes the little car’s motor was fired up and with tires smoking it headed back onto the racetrack. “Now if my car was damaged like that the guys in the body-shop would take at least a week.” Simon commented. Laura did not point out that he would not accept a car that had been repaired with Gaffer Tape. However she was impressed by the speed that the mechanics turned the cars around. When darkness fell the cars turned on their lights, all that could be seen were the blazing pools of the cars driving lights approaching and then the red tail lights once the car passed. Only the big screens told the spectators who was in the lead, as about fifteen laps separated the leading car from the last car still running. Laura’s fingers ran with grease when they ate burgers bought from one of the trackside fast food concessions. They made their way over to the carnival, and got into a car on the Ferris Wheel. As it climbed up into the sky, Laura saw the overall layout of the track traced out by the twinkling lights of the cars. It was not until Laura yawned that Simon said they should return to the motel. “You should have said that you were tired, I’d forgotten where we were staying.” He said as they entered their suite. “Forgotten?” Perplexed by his comment she raised an eyebrow. “This is the first year I’ve not camped up by the track.” “Why didn’t you camp this year?” “Would you have accepted if I’d asked you to camp out with me?” “Well no, I suppose not.” “When you said yes I had to make a reservation.” He laughed ruefully, she liked seeing him laughing. When he laughed his eyes had crinkles around them. “It occupied an awful lot of my secretary’s time last week. But it is proving to be well worthwhile.” “What? A weekend with an old lady like me?” “A weekend with a very sexy lady. Tell me if its not an ungentlemanly question, where the hell did you learn to do a deep-throat?” Adopting her best Southern Belle accent Laura said. “Why Sir that is ungentlemanly, but I’ll answer. I have to confess that I learnt last night Sir.” She reverted to her own voice. “I have never done it before, never felt the inclination to do it, and never even tried. But last night I wanted to be special. To give you something no-one else has ever had.” “So it was a first time for both of us.” “I didn’t realize but I am glad. Never ever has anyone made love to me like you did last night.” As they got into bed Laura said. “Simon I feel guilty.” He was immediately attentive. “Guilty why? Are you on about our age difference again? I told you it does not …” He stopped seeing her smile. “No not that, I mean that I feel guilty about the money you have spent on a two bedroom suite when one bed has remained unused.” “To have you in my bed it’s money well spent.” She reverted back to her Southern Belle accent. “Why Sir I do declare that is quite the most chivalrous thing that a gentleman could say.” He responded in kind. “Mam to share a bed with you is an honor. Hell that didn’t come out the way I meant it to.” He blushed. “I can see that I am going to have to watch Gone with the Wind a few times so I can get the words right.” “I’ve got the video tape.” “Well that’s one way to fill our evenings together.” She kissed him. “I kinda hope against hope that there’s a lot of them. Maybe they’ll get to be boring after a while.” She was surprised, when he returned her kiss she could feel that his cock was already hard. “My you are eager,” she said as she circled her fingers around his hot cock. Last night would have had Josh protesting he was worn out for a month. In fact she thought Josh had never lasted half the time Simon had done last night and now he was ready again. After spending fourteen hours out someplace, Josh would have fallen comatose in his chair, whereas this man was obviously ready for another night of passion. What really shocked her was her own hunger for him. The Whore’s welcome to Josh she thought as she slid her lips over Simon’s rampant cockhead. She was once again exploring the texture of Simon’s cock when she thought of her daughter. If Amy walked in through that door and saw me with a man’s cock in my mouth using my hands to play with his balls, what would she say? Laura decided that her daughter would probably call her a slut and disown her, she also decided that she really did not care. She felt the stirring of his balls, then his hands clamped against the sides of her head. She expected him to thrust his hips toward her driving his cock into her throat. He eased her back away from him. “No not yet,” he said pushing her onto her back. With his hands against her calves he lifted her legs up high, spreading them apart then pushed them down until her feet touched the pillow by her head. He knelt between her legs. “This is the best view in the world, if I could paint I’d paint it, someday I would like to photograph what I see – to share this view with you.” Laura laughed. “Why would I want to see myself? – I know my own body.” “Do you? Think carefully. Have you ever spread yourself like this and seen yourself as I see you?” “Of course not how could I unless I did it with a mirror or a camera?” It was his turn to laugh. “Precisely and that my dear is why I want to photograph you.” “Have you got your camera?” She had uttered the words, before she considered what she had said. “I’ll get it.” He replied as he lowered her legs. Amy will kill me! – God she’s my daughter not my mother really its nothing to do with her. His camera was slung around his neck, when he lifted her legs again. “Relax.” He said as he spread her legs. “Promise me you will never show them to anyone else.” “I promise.” “What about when you get them developed? Someone will see them.” “It’s a digital camera. Here,” he said holding the camera out to her. “Look at the screen on the back and you will see the picture I have taken.” She looked, it did not feel like she was looking at an image of herself, it was too disembodied. He had framed an area that extended from just in front of her labia, a fringe of tightly curled pubic hair to just behind her anus. The way her legs had been forced over and open had flattened the tops of her thighs. What immediately caught her eye were the beads of moisture. Diamond like and glinting. Almost as if her entire sex had been decorated with sparkling eye make-up. Her outer lips were raised, puffed up, darkened by the blood that had pumped into them. Between them peeked the coral pink inner lips that looked like a pair of delicate seashells. Her clitoris stood alone in the slit, it appeared far smaller than she had imagined it to be. Could such an important organ the bringer of such great joy really be so small? “What do you think?” He asked. “I don’t know Simon. It is strange. I know it is me, yet it doesn’t feel as if it is me. There is a sense of detachment, unreality about this picture. Can you get me a print?” “I’ll make you a print.” “Gee. You do your own processing?” Simon laughed. “No its digital. Its an electronic image. I connect the camera to the computer and print the pictures.” “I don’t understand half of that – but do me a picture. Say, can I photograph your cock?” They spent a while taking photographs of one another from different angles. “Simon I’ve an idea. I want you to come over my tits and I’ll press the button just as you come, capturing the sperm whilst it is in mid air.” Had she really suggested that? She could hardly believe the depths her mind could sink to. What had this man unleashed when he made love to her, she was talking like a two-bit whore, without a trace of shame. He straddled her stomach. The back of his hand brushed against her breasts as he jacked himself off. She was trying to stay concentrated on her self-assigned task as a photographer. The motion of his hand generated shards of electricity that ripped through her body terminating with a thump in her abdomen. Between his muscular thighs she writhed in torments of ecstasy. Each vicious jolt to her abdomen transformed itself into a wet jet of joy. She had almost forgotten the photograph when he exclaimed, “Ready! I’m coming.” She tried to frame his cock and press the button as she felt the first of his hot sticky come land on her erect nipple, then her tits seemed to be overwhelmed by his gooey semen as it flowed lethargically over them. Somewhere, sometime she had read that the average male ejaculation measured a soup spoon – she was certain his ejaculation would have filled a coffee cup. He massaged the fluid into her skin causing ripples of ecstatic tremors to course through her body, soon too soon for her the fluid had cooled, drying into hard flakes. When he had finished his cock was limp and sad looking. Laura grasped his buttocks and pulled him towards her. She crammed his cock into her mouth as if she intended to devour him. Sucking furiously she literally willed him back into hardness. “Now fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She demanded. He moved so that he was kneeling between her legs. Again he lifted them, this time none too gently. His roughness thrilled her. He plunged his cock into her open pussy and began to pound into her like a pile driver, on each inward stroke his hard pubic bone collided with her aroused clitoris. “Oh yes honey give it to me … give it to me hard … I want, need to feel you … don’t worry about hurting me just do me.” She raved at him, her nails ripping grooves in his back as she spurred him on. Eventually his body stiffened he pulled nearly out of her then slammed in as deep as he could as the sperm spurted from his cock in hot sticky globules. “I am bushed.” He said as he lowered her legs. She kissed him, when their lips parted she whispered. “Simon you are fantastic.” It was soon after that they fell asleep. Simon was asleep on his back, snoring gently when Laura awoke. She looked at him, he looked so young, so angelic. She felt a twinge of guilt, was she as the older woman taking advantage of his youth? Then she recalled it was he who had shown her how to be adventurous in her lovemaking, not the other way around. She lifted the sheet. His cock was hard, not iron bar hard, but definitely hard. Taking care not to disturb him she turned around and squirmed down the bed. Not touching him was difficult but eventually she had his cock in her mouth, ever so gently she moved her tongue polishing his exposed glans. His cock hardened rapidly and still he did not stir. It was only when he was coming that he moved. She had to hold him tightly to prevent him bucking away from her as he squirted his juice down her throat. By the time he had finished he was fully awake. When he had finished coming she moved up to lie next to him. “Did you enjoy that?” “Enjoy it! You have no idea! You have just made one of my favorite fantasies come true. “Only one?” “Well you had already made my deep-throat one a reality.” “ Oh my poor darling. Soon I’ll spoil all your dreams.” “I’m not complaining, but I will be if I don’t get to see the end of the race.” He said as he jumped out of bed. They both dressed quickly and returned to the racetrack. The cars were still thundering around, the pace maintained by the lead cars was unrelenting. The first thing that Laura noticed was how many cars bore the scars of minor accidents. When she commented on this, Simon said that during the hours of darkness minor collisions and spin-offs were almost inevitable. He also pointed out that only about half of the cars that had started the race were still on the track. Between ten and eleven the cars began to make their final pit-stops. In most cases the drivers were changed and the cars number one driver, who had been resting, got in to drive the final stint. Despite the twenty plus hours that the cars had been running almost non-stop, the lap times began to tumble as the top drivers tried to seize the lead. Laura found that her ears were rapidly becoming attuned to the racetrack. Now as a car approached she could discern the agricultural rumble of the big V8’s, the smooth roar of the V12 Ferraris, the higher pitched howl of the Porsche flat six’s. The car that stood out was a lone Mazda RX that by comparison seemed to whisper as it passed. The Car “Why’s that little car so quiet?” She asked Simon as the Mazda ghosted past where they stood. “That’s a rotary car, the engine has no piston just a turning rotor.” She did not understand what he was saying, she simply accepted his explanation. Just after two o’clock the leading car crossed the finishing line, the chequered flag waved and the race was over. Dusty, dirty, the cars and their tired drivers completed the lap and pulled into the pits. An awesome hush fell over the track as the last of the cars turned off its motor. It was only now that the race was over, that Laura fully appreciated how many people had been at the race. This time when they left the track they were a part of a massive seething throng. Throughout the short drive back to the motel they were in a fender-to-fender traffic jam. What had been a fifteen-minute drive took over an hour. It was gone five when they entered their suite. They took a shower together, and got dressed. Laura resisted the urge to seize Simon and drag him into the bed. This evening they were going out for a proper meal, rather than the fast-food snacks that they had subsisted on all weekend. Laura thought, This waiting will sharpen my appetite. The atmosphere in the restaurant was dominated by the sports car races. A number of the tables were occupied by large groups made up of the drivers, pit-crew, and the long legged, well endowed girls, who it appeared to Laura were as essential to a motor racing team as the driver himself. It was impossible not to overhear the conversation from a neighboring table that seemed to be getting increasingly acrimonious between two of the drivers. One driver accusing the other of both driving too slowly and being unable control the car. No one else seemed to agree and after a while a pretty girl persuaded the aggrieved driver to leave with her. Simon leaned across the table. “I bet that the slow driver is either one of the sponsors or brings in a lot of personal sponsorship money.” “Well at last I know the function of the stunningly beautiful women.” Simon raised his glass. “Here’s to my stunningly beautiful woman.” The meal began with a clear Mock Turtle soup. This was followed by a seafood dish. On the table where the argument had taken place they were eating oysters. Laura was relieved when Simon ordered the grilled fish dish. She had always shuddered when she’d seen people swallowing whole oysters, it seemed to be very primitive to her. The main course was filet de boeuf en croute. Although she felt full and bloated, Laura was unable to resist the elaborate chocolate confection that was the sweet. As the first mouthful melted in her mouth Laura thought I am going to have to diet for a month to loose the pounds I’ve put on tonight. Throughout the meal they both drank champagne. It was not until they rose to leave that Laura realized how much she had drunk. She still felt lightheaded when they returned to their suite. Without any preamble she began to take off her clothes. “Simon I’ve been burning up for you all through that meal. Every-time I looked at you all that I could think of was of us making love. When you raised your food or your glass to your lips, damn zipper … that’s better. Where was I? I was talking like a slut, that’s your fault – your lovemaking has liberated the slut within me. Do you realize every time you put something into your mouth all that I could think of was you doing oral sex to me?” She said as her dress fell to the floor, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties wriggled her hips and the lacy briefs joined the dress. “Not a bad looking body for an old woman.” She preened as she discarded her brassiere. She was naked apart from her garter belt and stockings. “Now take me any way you want me.” She could see the bulge in his pants his cock had rocketed to attention. She was sure that he wanted her, but he said. “No Laura not yet.” He turned on the radio fiddled with the tuner until he found a station playing jazz. “Dance for me.” “Simon just shuck off your pants and screw me. Undressing can come later. Take me and take me hard.” He sat down on the bed. His voice was stern almost magisterial. “Laura I said dance for me.” To humor him she swayed her hips. “Dance properly. I want to see you dance.” She felt self conscious, as if she was a hidden camera she could see the scene. A young handsome man who was fully clothed reclining on the bed; and a middle aged woman, whose only clothing was a garter belt and stockings standing swaying in the middle of the room. She began moving her body with the music, her hips and shoulders gyrating. Then as if of their own accord her feet began to move. Now the camera in her mind captured the lewdness of the situation. This is something like a scene from some French Art House film She was getting wet between her legs. “Stop!” Simon said, when she clamped her thighs together. He jumped up grasped her shoulders, there was no gentleness in his touch. He used his feet to push her feet apart. “Stand still, I don’t want you to come, not yet.” It was as he intended. His treatment of her successfully froze her orgasm. He released his hold. His voice was gentle the way it usually was. “Dance again Laura, please dance for me.” Tentatively she began to move to the music. She saw the dissatisfaction in his face, she wanted to please him she began to dance properly. Still cautious at first, then she abandoned herself to the music, dancing alone. She had switched the camera off she was oblivious to Simon’s presence. Simon watched as she swayed, shimmied, shook and whirled to the primeval rhythms. The beat driving deep into her body, the wetness returned this time, she was blatant about her orgasm her hand clutched at her pubic mound, her fingers insinuated into her slit, probing for her clit. She did not stop moving as she masturbated. Simon lay on the bed his cock throbbing with desire as he drank the scene in. He knew that his lying on the bed not touching her, had tormented her, but now it was a torment to himself. He undid his shirt. “Simon please honey take me. I want you. Please do it fuck me hard fuck me until I hurt. Have me any way you want to but have me now.” Her words galvanized Simon into action, he leapt up from the bed. Simon fumbled with his belt buckle – in front of him was his fantasy woman. From when he had first been aware of women as sexual beings he had fantasized about women dressed in only a garter belt and stockings. The only flaw, if there was a flaw, was that Laura had kicked off her shoes, but the shoes were not that important in his fantasies. He kicked his pants off. He nearly crushed the breath out of Laura when, stepping clear of his pants and shorts, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. She lay back in his arms unresisting. The bed groaned in protest when he flung her onto it. He pushed between her legs, she raised them and wrapped them around his waist. He had no need to arouse her, his cock glided into her moist sex. His hands clasped her buttocks pulling her towards him as with powerful thrusts of his hips he plunged into her. There was no way that the sex act could be described as lovemaking. Both Laura and Simon were living out their own fantasies sating their own desires. If anyone had witnessed the act they would have thought they were seeing a rape. His body pounded into her as if his cock was boring its own tunnel. She kicked at his back with her heels. Scrabbled at his body with her hands. There was a ripping sound when her nails slashed through his shirt. He bit her breast when she catlike dug her fingers into his back. Blood flowed from the deep lines she scored into his flesh. She screamed when his bite drew blood. His pubic bone continued to slam remorselessly into her mons veneris. She was nearly coming when a moment of insecurity hit her. “Don’t stop Simon … Don’t stop now … Just keep going please don’t come, not yet, not until I’m ready.” She arched her back, whether she willed it or not her hips moved in a circular motion, she was holding him so tight that he was unable to move independently of her and at the same time she was willing him to move. He reached down his body, slid his hands between his waist and her legs. He forced her legs to part, lifting them high he slipped his arms around them, grasped her shoulders and returned to pounding his hard cock into her moist sex. She was so wet that there was now an audible squelching sound. She did not stop clawing at his bloodied back. His tattered shirt was saturated in his blood. “Simon harder fucking! I need fucking harder. Hurt me! Fuck me so hard that you make me hurt! I want to feel you!” She screamed as her talons raked him once again. “No!” She cried as he pulled his cock out of her. “Oh no … Oh yes … Oh Simon don’t stop now, harder hurt me.” She felt as if his cock was a hot knife cutting through to her vitals ripping apart, as he drove it into her asshole. He had dreamed about butt-fucking a woman, but up until this moment had never done it. It was only when she had finished coming that she became aware of his hot sperm sloshing around in her bowel. Once or twice in the past she and Josh had tried butt-fucking, she remembered it only as a painful experience. This time despite the lack of preparation it had been delightful. She tensed her muscles unwilling to let go of his exhausted cock. “Oh honey that was the best, the very, very best. You can fuck me any way you want me any time you want me.” “Laura its I who should be thanking you, nearly every time we make love you make one of my secret fantasies come true. I’ve woken up with you sucking my cock. I’ve made love to you when you’re dressed in a garter belt and stockings. And now I’ve butt-fucked you. You’re my dream woman.” “The trouble is we all have to wake up from dreams.” The cloud descended, she gripped his arms, looked him in the eyes. “Promise me Simon you won’t lie to me. When it’s over, when you get bored with me, tell me. Be honest with me.” “I love you Laura I’m not going to leave you.” “You do now – but will you next week?” He held her tight to him, he could not conceive giving her up, she acted so young that he had never given their ages a second thought. In fact all weekend except when she raised the issue he had not thought about there being an age difference. She clung to him. If I go on like this I will drive him away! “Just hold me. Don’t let me go.” Just after she had said these words, his limp cock slipped from her with a soft but audible plop! It seemed symbolic of the impermanence of their relationship. Feeling suddenly empty she clung to him. Maybe it was the long day, maybe it was the Champagne they had drunk, or perhaps it was a combination of these two factors, but sleep swept over them so fast that when Laura awakened unable to breathe, aware of a pressing weight, she felt as if she was being crushed. Opening her eyes she saw that Simon was asleep still lying on top of her. She moved as his eyes flickered, closed, and then opened again. “What time is it?” He spoke through his yawn. “Morning I think. Simon could you get off me I feel like I’ve been flattened.” “What?” He was awake now taking in his surroundings. “Oh my god have we been asleep like this all night.” He asked as he rolled off her. “You poor thing why didn’t you wake me?” “I was asleep too. I wanted you close to me and you were close to me.” At the track the cars were given a brief check for safety. The drivers an equally cursory talk on the track flags. Laura decided to buy herself a helmet rather than renting one. Having paid for the track time, and belted into the car she gunned the engine. The car was sitting on a line at the pit-lane exit. The marshal dropped the flag. Laura let the clutch out, she was now used to the little car’s tendency to wheel-spin the tires bit and she was pressed back into the seat as the car shot forward. Obeying the marshal’s blue flag, she checked her mirrors as she joined the track proper. Keeping the rev counter needle near to the redline she changed up through the gears. In no time the first bend approached, she began changing down. Another car shot past her. Up through the gears again, then down one gear, another bend, she could feel that the car’s back end was trying to slide. Change up, down three gears for the hairpin. The over-revving motor was screaming a protest. Change up and so on. The second lap she was as cautious as on the first lap, ignoring the cars that overtook her. On the third lap she began to test the car’s limits. The fourth lap she flew. All too soon she was starting the last lap. Foot nailed to the floor she scarcely lifted off. On nearly every bend the little car was sliding. She knew now what a four-wheel slide meant, and she knew how to control one. Then it was over, she was being flagged into the pit-lane, and her five laps were done. Dropping down to the fifty mile per hour pit-lane speed limit her pace seemed to be sedentary. She pulled up in the paddock beside Simon’s Porsche. “How was it?” He asked as she removed her helmet. “Half the time I was in a state of abject terror wondering why the heck I’d ever let you talk me into being out there and the other half was sheer unadulterated exhilaration - it was fantastic I was flying – I didn’t want to stop, ever!” “I told you that you would enjoy it. If you go over to the trailer by the side of Race Control you can get your time sheet.” Simon was talking to another man when she returned. Laura’s blood ran cold when she overheard the other man say. “Your mother sure knows how to handle her little car.” Then she heard Simon reply. “That is my woman you’re talking about. Not my mother.” Hearing the confident way that Simon said those words gave her hope that they had a future. She slipped her arm through Simon’s arm, put her lips near Simon’s ear. “Let’s find somewhere quiet that driving has left me as horny as hell and I’ve an itch that needs immediate attention.” If you have enjoyed this story please remember to vote. If you have a comment you can e-mail me. Thank you – jon The Car Ha…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaa…runk runk runk runk runk. Haaaa….. runk……........... runk………………….. runk………………… wooo. “Bloody thing. Rotten sodding rust bucket.” I turned the starter key one more time and got a dying whimper, then silence. I could have cried. I knew it would cost me money I could ill afford to get the thing fixed. Like most people in our street I owned a clapped out old car simply because I and they couldn’t afford to get anything better. We were like dogs chasing our tails. We could never save enough money to get a decent car because we were always spending our money trying to keep the cars we had going. I should explain. I’m a fifty year old widow, name of Belinda, living on government welfare money. I’d get a job if I could, but I have few if any skills, and at fifty employers don’t want you. I live in a street on an estate of government houses occupied mainly by people who, like me, are always strapped for money. I got out of the car and lifted the bonnet. I had no idea what I was looking at and for. Gloria next door looked over the low fence. “Got troubles?” “Yes, bloody thing won’t start, and now I’ve run the battery down trying.” Gloria was a widow like me, but she didn’t live alone. She had an unmarried son living with her, Alan by name. A bloody good looking fellow of about nineteen or twenty, and very bright. He’d get out of this area one day and go and live in one of those posh suburbs. Probably marry some well off bird. Funny thing about Alan. I’d never seen him with a girl, and his mum said he wasn’t all that interested. Too busy “getting on”, as she put it. He’d got or won some sort of grant and was at university studying engineering. “Hey,” said Gloria, “Alan’s at home today. Would you like him to have a look at it?” “Would he?” “Course he would. I’ll fetch him.” Two minutes later out strode Alan, very purposeful. “Trouble?” He asked. “Won’t start.” “Let’s have a look.” He stuck his head under the bonnet and began to fiddle with things. After a while he looked up and said, “Turn it over, will you?” “Can’t, battery’s flat.” “Ah! I’ll get my charger and we’ll give it a quick burst. How about a cup of tea while we wait?” “Right.” He made off in the direction of his shed and I went indoors to make the tea. Five minutes later he was tapping at the door and I yelled, “Come in.” We drank our tea and chatted on about his studies and the street gossip, and so on. Then he said, “Should be able to turn it over now.” We went out and he stuck his head under the bonnet again. “Turn it over now,” he called. I turned the key and got the Ha…runk runks again. He came out from under the bonnet and said, “Timing has slipped and the plugs are buggered. I can fix the timing, but can you afford new plugs?” “Suppose I’ll have to if I want the thing to start.” “Right. I’ll go off and buy the plugs and you can pay me when I get back. Okay? “Yes.” Off he went in his car. I’d been all dressed up to go out on a visit to an old friend, but as it looked like I wouldn’t be going now, I decided to change. I stripped off down to my panties and being a warm day I put on a pair of shorts and a top. I hate bras and only wear them when I’m going out in company, and not counting Alan as company, I removed the lousy things and let myself swing free. Of course, the trouble is, I’ve got plenty to swing free. Joe used to enjoy himself enormously with what he called my “love lumps” before he got sick and died. God, I miss him. Alan came back and got his head under the bonnet again and fiddled around for half an hour or more. I got down to some work around the house and let him get on with it. I’d seen Gloria go out, so as it was approaching lunch time I went out and asked Alan if he’d like to have lunch with me. “If it’s not too much trouble, Belinda,” he replied, “mum’s gone out for the afternoon, so I’d have to get my own. Er…just turn it over, will you?” This time it ha runked, then fluttered into life. Alan reappeared from under the bonnet and said, “Got it going, but she badly needs a service. Would you like me to do it for you some time?” “Would you really, Alan? How much would it cost, and by the way, how much for the things you bought? “Have them on me,” he said, smiling, “and I’m sure we can come to some arrangement about the service.” “Well, if you’re sure, I mean, I don’t want to impose…” “You won’t impose, Bel,” he replied. “Be my pleasure to do it for you. I can’t do it today because I’ve got a lecture to go to this afternoon, but how about tomorrow? Say, nine o’clock?” “That is kind of you, Alan. Are you sure I can’t pay you?” “You’re giving me lunch, aren’t you?” “Yes, and by the way, it’s ready.” “I’ll just give the battery a slow charge while we eat, and then you can probably use the car this afternoon.” I went inside to put the meal out, and a couple of minutes later Alan came in. Now I’m not one of those silly women who try to pretend they are not the age they are. I mean, at fifty I don’t try behaving as if I was a teenager. Yet I have to say that I had noticed Alan sort of eyeing me from time to time, even when Joe was alive. Mind you, I’m not saying I’m beautiful or anything like that, but I am buxom…not fat you understand…I’ve got what Joe used to called, “Nice rounded curves.” We’d never managed to have kids, so I had no marks on my thighs and belly and things like that. As for my face, it’s all right I suppose. Being a bit on the plump side it seemed to have kept most of the wrinkles at bay. Even when Joe was alive I had to send one or two of his mates packing when they tried it on with me, and since he’s died there have been quite a few just “dropping in” and then telling me we could have a “meaningful relationship.” One or two have been less polite and offered to console by “screwing me.” Since they’ve all been married men I have rejected their offers of consolation and sent them home. Mostly I did this in a kindly but firm way, and I only had to black the eye of one of them. Now regarding Alan; his apparent interest in me started when he was about fourteen. Joe still being alive, and keeping me well satisfied, sexually speaking, I gave no great weight to Alan’s trifling interest. After all, a lot of young fellows take an interest in older women. I think this is because they really fancy their mothers, but believing they can’t have them, they look for a substitute. Well, I’m not about to be anyone’s substitute. If there was some unattached bloke who fancied me for my own sake, and I fancied him, I might give consideration to a joint celebration. I mean, I’m not “past it”, as some young ones seem to think. I could enjoy a “frenzied coupling” with the best of them. It’s just a matter of the right bloke. During lunch we talked about my car and what might need doing to it. We went on from there to discuss the problems of widows, especially those like me living alone. Mainly this was about money and the sort of jobs that crop up round the house that people like me don’t know how to fix; like changing a tap washer or mending a fuse. We didn’t get on to what might be called politely, “emotional problems”, but we did seem to be skirting round that aspect. I prodded things along by asking Alan if he had a girl friend. He said he hadn’t, pointing out that he’d had to work so hard at his studies, and he’d hardly had the time to get to know any girls. I could understand that. Any kid who intended to get off our estate and have a better life, had to really sweat at it. They couldn’t afford to take girls out. What’s more, they couldn’t afford to be saddled with a pregnant girl, or get a dose of something nasty. I should point out that most marriages around here take place because the girl is pregnant, and there’s plenty of “nasties” going around. But enough of our sordid goings on. I was having lunch with a nice looking young bloke who was doing me some really good turns, so, I thought to myself, “Enjoy Bel”, it won’t come round too often. One of the things I liked about Alan was the fact that he wasn’t like most of the loud mouthed louts we have around here. He was quietly spoken and if he used foul language, I had never heard him. I suppose that would have put him at a disadvantage with the local girls, even if he had time for them because they seemed to prefer the scruff bags. Me, I like them gentle, like my Joe, which is another reason why I hadn’t taken on anyone else so far. Even when Alan had eyed me, it was in a shy sort of way. Not like most of them, young or old, who were always trying to look down the top of my dress or up my skirt. So I basked in the company of a young man who I thought to be a “gentleman”. All too soon Alan announced he had to go, and would see me tomorrow and service the car. I must say his company had made me feel good. There was something invigorating about it, like a breath of fresh air blowing through my day. He kept popping into my mind until I went to bed, and even then he did not go away. Between you and me, I had one of “those dreams” that involved him. When I got up next morning it was with a happy anticipation of the day ahead. “Alan will be coming”, kept singing through my head. Then I’d tell myself I was being a soppy old woman, and to stop thinking about him. Promptly at nine he was knocking on my door. “Okay if I start?” he asked. “Yes, go ahead.” He had brought a lot of tools, a large can of oil and some other things, and I left him to get on with it. About half past ten I usually have a cup of tea, so I went out to invite Alan to join me. He was lying on a sort of mat half way under the car. It was a hot day and he’d only got a pair of tight shorts on. Observing his nether regions, I noticed a very impressive male organ outlined against the cloth. I felt a lurch in my stomach and a vision of that member slipping sweetly into my female cleft rose up in my head. There was a wet feeling between my upper thighs, and through the cloth of my top I could see my nipples had hardened. I tried to stamp out this incipient fire, telling myself not to be so silly because a young buck like Alan wasn’t going to be interested in an old birdlike me. The only trouble was it didn’t stop me feeling sort of warm and tender about him. We sat down in the kitchen to drink out tea. Alan had refused to come into the lounge because he said he was all mucky. This time Alan got around to more personal things. Did I miss Joe? What did I miss? Does it take long to get over the death of someone you love? Would I ever take on anyone else? I gave him honest answers without getting too detailed, especially about the last question, if you see what I mean. As I’m sure you’ll understand, I was feeling a somewhat vulnerable in the situation, having got a bit of a fancy for him, and I might have just said too much and made a fool of myself. Alan went back to the car saying he’d finished the ordinary service, but wanted to have a look at a couple of other things. He’d really got me going and around eleven o’clock I went out the front to watch him at work while I pretended to clean the front step. I saw Gloria all dressed up come out of her house, and coming to the dividing fence she called out, “Morning Bel,” then addressing Alan she said, “I’m off to gran’s now, Alan. You can get your own lunch, can’t you? I’ll be home about four.” A muffled voice from under the bonnet called out, “Right mum,” and Gloria left. I’d noticed Gloria often left the house at about eleven, and didn’t get back until about four in the afternoon. I went over to Alan and said, “Your mum really is good to your gran, she goes there every day almost.” Alan took his head out of the engine and looked at me giving a wry grin. “Yes, I suppose you could say that.” “You can have lunch with me again if you like, Alan.” “That’s decent of you Bel,” he said. “Well, considering you’ve done all this work on the car it’s the least I can do.” My thought was that I’d like to do a lot more for him. I left him to get on with it and went back into the house, but I spent a lot of the next hour or so looking at him out of the window. That healthy young body; the dark hair and blue eyes; my God, I really was starting to fancy him like mad. I heard him start the car and heard the engine ticking over, if not like a Swiss watch, at least with far fewer noises than before. I went out to have a look, and Alan was standing beside the car wiping his hands on a piece of cloth. “There she is,” he said, “Almost as good as new.” “That’s wonderful, Alan. Lunch is about ready, so you’d better come in.” “I can’t come in like this,” he said, pointing to his oily state, “My shorts are filthy.” You’ve probably noticed that when you get all sexually worked up, you tend to get bold with it in relation to the one you’re worked up about. I was bold now as I said to him, “Come and have a shower in my place. I can chuck your shorts in the washing machine; I’ve got a few other things to wash. You can wrap a towel round you while we have lunch.” “Right,” he said, “Just give me a couple on minutes to tidy up here, and I’ll come in.” I went back in and finished off the preparations for lunch. I was in a hell of a state over that boy. I felt as if I had a lump in my throat and I was trembling. He came in and I took him to the bathroom and he handed me his shorts modestly hiding himself behind the door. I set the washing machine going, and then noticed that my shorts had a big wet stain round the crotch. I took them off and chucked them in the machine and raced to the bedroom to get a fresh pair. All round my sex organ I was soaking wet with my lubricant, so I went to the kitchen and tried to clean myself up before putting the fresh shorts on. Then rushing back to the bedroom I looked in the mirror to see if I was looking okay. Back in the kitchen I was just putting the food out and in came Alan wearing a bath towel. We got down to eating, but I had a struggle to get the food down because of the lump in my throat. When we finished I suggested we go into the lounge and have coffee. Once there I tried to make conversation. “Now, Alan, “I croaked, “You must let me pay you for the work you’ve done.” “Wouldn’t hear of it, he said, it’s been my pleasure.” I could see him keep looking at my breasts and trying not to. I could also see a lump rising under the towel. I took a big chance and asked, “Surely you can think of something I can do for you?” “I…er…I…what did you…er… have in mind?” He said this in a voice that was just as ragged as my own. It was one of those difficult situations where each of you has a good idea what the other wants, but don’t know how to take the final step. You can spar around endlessly and possibly end up doing nothing, to the profound frustration of both parties. I was sitting on the sofa and Alan was in an armchair over the other side of the room. I took the big chance and tried to say seductively, “Why don’t you come and sit over here, and we can discuss it.” I thought I sounded as seductive as the engine of my car the previous day. Never the less with surprising alacrity Alan joined me on the sofa, even sitting close. I laid my hand on his bare chest and said, “I’m sure I’ve got something you would like to have, Alan. You’ve only got to ask, and it’s yours.” “Well…it…I don’t…that is…if you would…er…” “Was it something like this, you had in mind, Alan,” I asked. Then I grabbed him and kissed him full on the mouth. He came up gasping, but his hand had reached for my breast. I moved in for another kiss and this time tried for an open mouth tongue thrusting job. His response, or lack of it, made me realise that I was dealing with a novice in this business. “My God,” I thought, “Don’t tell me he’s a virgin.” He soon confirmed that this is exactly what he was. I was amazed that in our day such a being could exist at twenty. His fumbling with my breasts gave every indication that he had never fumbled breasts before. How could it be that a good looking bloke like him hadn’t had some sexual experience? I decided that the initiatives would all have to be mine, so I reached down and pulled his towel away. What was revealed made my stomach lurch again. He had a magnificent penis. It stood up erect, its purple crown shining with pre-cum and the light brown shaft hard, the whole organ engorged with blood and throbbing to every heart beat. “My God,” I thought, “He may be a virgin but I’ll have that in me however awkward he might be.” And awkward he was, but rather than it being an irritation, I found it rather touching. I was going to be his sexual mentor and whom better than an older woman to teach and pleasure a young man? I stood up and stripped off my shorts and top. It was fairly obvious he had not seen a naked woman before. He sat staring at me, his gaze roaming over my body. I felt as if his eyes were eating me so intently they fixed on me. “I didn’t know women were so beautiful,” he said in an awed voice. “It would be more comfortable in the bedroom,” I said, extending my hand to him. He took it and I led him to the bed. We lay together and I pressed my body close to him as I kissed him, gradually getting his mouth open with my tongue. When I thrust it into his mouth I felt him urgently pushing against me as if trying to have my whole body in contact with his. I moved slightly above him so one of my breasts was close to his mouth. I put a nipple to his lips and said, “Suck me there, darling.” He needed no second telling. It’s strange isn’t it, that men are so fascinated with a woman’s breasts? Once started on my nipple, he did not seem to want to stop, and as I suckled him I experienced a wonderful wave of tender emotion possess me. I felt like a mother suckling her infant, the child I had never had, and now I had Alan at my breast. I stroked his face and hair, murmuring to him, “Enjoy me, my darling, just enjoy me.” In the end I had to almost forcibly remove him from my nipple. I ordered him to lie on his back. I would have to take the dominant role. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be inside a woman, and for myself I wanted to feel his sperm shooting into me. I sat astride him and carefully lowered myself on to his shaft, letting it slide into me slowly. On first entry he gave a long low groan of bliss. He then closed his eyes and whispered, “Oh Bel.” I moved on him slowly at first. I was close to my orgasm but holding back until he was ready to ejaculate. I had not long to wait. He began to groan and try to thrust up into me and I released the orgasm I had held back letting it shudder through me as his sperm smashed against the top of my vagina. Had I been capable of getting pregnant, in this moment that is what I would have prayed for. Sadly I was beyond such joy. H e finished his ejaculation and began to relax. I continued to move on him as the after effects of my climax gradually diminished. When the last shudder had gone I still sat across him, holding his shaft in me. He opened his eyes and groaned, “That was wonderful, Bel, I didn’t realise…” “That’s nothing, sweetheart,” I replied, “just wait and see what I can do for you.” I moved from him, and as the crown of his penis came out of me he gave a little grunt, as the still sensitive nerve endings were touched by my vaginal lips. I thought he might find some reason for leaving me now, but he didn’t. He reached for my breasts, and to my surprise he began to suck my nipple again, while his hand began to fondle the other breast. His fondling was a bit awkward, so I took his hand and placing it at the base of the breast, I slowly moved it up until reaching the nipple, I closed his fingers over it with a little pinch. He soon got the idea, and it was in the course of this activity something happened to me that had not happened ever before. The Car I had never thought of it as a possibility, but I actually had an orgasm inspired only by breast stimulation. It was a bit different from the vaginal orgasms I had experienced. It was more like waves of tender love passing through me, and I heard myself as if it were someone else saying, “Suck mummy, darling…suck mummy…” As I came out of this gentler orgasm I felt a bit embarrassed at what I had been saying, but Alan did not seem in the least troubled by it. He told me later that at the time he wished I was his mother, so we could always be making love. I was certainly wishing he was my son, so I could be there for him, to love and satisfy his hunger. Alan had another erection and he tried to mount on top of me. He was very cumbersome in this, and I had to instruct him how to open my legs properly and position his penis so I could hold it and guide him into me. Once more as he entered he gave a little groan and said, “Lovely Bel…lovely.” Once inside me his male instincts took over. I suppose it is the primeval drive to impregnate the female, the desire to reproduce the species that causes the male to seek the depths of the woman. He wants to implant his seed so as it give it the greatest possible chance to achieve fertilisation. During our first coupling I had experienced the female equivalent in the wish to be impregnated, even though it was now impossible for me. Even so, the yearning to be fertilised was still there, the longing to be part of the creation in the act of bringing forth new life. Alan thrust into me seeking my depths. I wound my legs round him opening myself to give him the greatest possible access to me. I wanted to feel his hands under my buttocks, dragging me even closer so the last few millimetres might penetrate, but he was too new to the sexual act to understand this. I would teach him later. That there would be a “later” I at that moment had no doubts. He was clearly getting too much pleasure with me to now just walk away. He would return and return again to seek the fulfilment of the hunger he would now feel, a hunger I had created in him, and would continue to promote as I made myself available for him and taught him the ways of sensual love. I did not delude myself. One day he would meet and desire some young woman, and my appeal would diminish. In the mean time I would lead him, prepare him for that time. When the moment came for me to bid him farewell, I would do so with regret but no recrimination. I would be like a mother who having given birth to her child and raising it has done so knowing that eventually she must let it go. I did not have an orgasm this time, and as Alan finished I said with a chuckle, “Just as well your mother’s gone visiting you gran, or she might wonder what we’ve been up to. She wouldn’t be to keen on you having sex with someone who’s about the same age as she is.” Alan was lying on his back, and he looked up at me with a grin. “She’d have no right to talk; you don’t really think she’s off visiting gran, do you?” “We’ll that’s what she says.” I said, “What else would she be doing?” He laughed outright this time. “She’s off doing what we’ve been doing with a bloke who’s younger than I am.” “You’re kidding me.” “No, honest Bel. She’s got a nineteen year old bloke she visits almost every day. He’s unemployed and his mum goes out to work, so they do it at his place.” “Well bugger me,” I said, “I never thought Gloria would be up to something like that.” “She thought I didn’t know about it, but I do visit gran, and she kept asking why Gloria never goes to see her. I kept my eyes and ears open, and I found out about her and this bloke. When I fronted her about it she said ‘Yes. What’s wrong with that?’” “Crafty old Gloria.” “Only trouble is, Bel, she’s talking about bringing him to our place to live. I know the bloke and can’t stand him, so I’m looking to get out.” “It may not come to that,” I said. “We’ll see,” he replied. I looked across at the bedside clock and saw it was after half past three, so I said, “look, Alan, your mum said she’d be home by four. I don’t think she needs to know about us until it’s absolutely necessary, so you’d better get back home.” “Can’t we have just one more?” he pleaded. “Not now,” I replied, “but we can make arrangements for other times, if that’s what you’d like.” “Oh God, Bel, of course I want to.” As I had thought, once I’d got him going he’d want more and more. He had his studies to attend to, but we made arrangements for future times, and he left. Talking about me getting him going, he’d got me going as well. It was two days before we could get together again, and I think I was wet between the legs most of the time wanting him. On the day he was coming to see me he was in as soon as Gloria had gone off to her paramour. I had a little treat prepared for him this time. He had a beautiful erection as soon as he arrived, so I got him on to his back and took the crown of his penis into my mouth.” He called out, “Bel, I might…” I cut in, “It’s all right, darling; just let it go when you’re ready. Don’t you worry about me.” With that, I started to nibble and suck his crown, and then worked my way down his shaft. I felt him start to jerk, and his hands came round the back of my head, holding me to him. The first hot sperm slammed into my mouth and I tried to swallow it. I succeeded for about half the ejaculation, but then it started to get too much, and it dribbled out of the corners of my mouth. I never realised anyone could shoot so much semen. At the end I sucked the last few drops out of him as he began to relax. I lay briefly beside him, then got up and went to the bathroom to clean my face. Returning I found Alan recovered somewhat from his discharge and as I lay beside him he said, I read somewhere that….er…well…men can…you know…it’s called ‘cunny something’” “You mean cunnilingus.” “That’s it.” “Oral sex that men give to women.” “Yes, that’s what I read. Could…er…could I…sort, you know?” “That would be lovely, darling,” I said, “but are you sure you want to. I mean, some men don’t like it, and they won’t even look at a woman’s sex organ.” “I’d like to try,” he said eagerly. “How do we do it?” “Well, there are several ways, but I think I know the best way for a first time.” I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and told Alan to kneel in front of me. Once there I raised my legs so my feet were up on the bed and my legs spread wide. I decided a little instruction in female anatomy was in order. I began by getting him to look at my sex organ. If he was going to find it distasteful it might as well be now. Of course, at first there was little to see but a cluster of pubic hair and a slit. “These are the outer lips,” I told him. Then placing my fingers on the lips, I drew them aside saying, “Inside them are the inner lips, there.” He stared, fascinated, but showing no sign of revulsion. I opened the inner lips and exposed my vaginal opening. “That’s where you enter me.” I let him look for a moment, and then he stretched out his hand to touch the inner lips, and pushed one finger into the opening. “It’s nice for the woman if you push two or three fingers in, and move them in and out,” I instructed. This he proceeded to do, making me start to lubricate rather heavily. I pointed out to him that this was the sign of a woman’s sexual arousal and that he should always see to it that the woman was ready before he tried to penetrate. The lesson seemed to be going well. Alan was clearly captivated by what he was seeing, and at one point whispered, “It’s beautiful, Bel. Can I…?” “No, not yet,” I interrupted. There’s something else you should see. I lift the little hood over my clitoris. I’ve been given to understand that my clitoris is a bit larger than the average, so Alan had no difficulty seeing it. “That is where the woman gets most of her sexual pleasure,” I told him. I circled the little nub with my finger saying, “It’s the centre of a lot of nerves. If you touch it like this most women will go wild with sexual passion.” His finger took over from mine, and the result was as I had predicted, he was driving nearly insane wanting him. “If you like you can kiss and lick me there,” I gasped. He proceeded to do just that, and I could feel that he was going out of his mind wanting me. I got him to push his tongue into the opening of my vagina and thrust it in and out, and ended up begging him, “Come into me now darling, come into me.” He came as instructed and in seconds I was spinning in a coloured whorl into outer space or somewhere like it. His thrusts were more vigorous and his groans louder than before. His hands clasped my breast and he smothered my lips and face with kisses. We were both beside ourselves, calling out each other’s names, pouring forth with endearments. As my orgasm struck I screamed and in that moment the first ejection of his sperm shot into me as he howled with ecstacy. Any residual reticence there might have been had gone, the chains were off and we were in a state of pure delight with each other. Call it “love,” “lust,” “carnal hunger,” or what you will; we were meshed together in a bond of deep fulfilment. He emptied himself into me, but I clung to him, forcing him to stay with me as I slid down on the far side of my climax. When I had calmed, I managed to give him one more lesson in a breathless sort of way. “Darling, when you’ve finished ejaculating into a woman, don’t pull out straight away. Try to stay with her and keep moving. A woman usually takes longer to finish her orgasm than a man. If you care about her, then you will want to please her and make her as satisfied as you are.” I should have noted, of course, that Alan was showing no sign of pulling out of me, and he said, “But Bel, I didn’t want to come out of you,” and as good as his word, he stayed with me. In fact he stayed with me long enough for him to start getting another erection and then pumping more sperm into my already overflowing vagina. “Bloody shame,” I thought, “all that seed ought to have done something if I was still fertile.” For the next couple of weeks we came together as often as we could, and it was at the end of that time that things took another turn. Alan came bursting in one day saying, “Bel, mum’s bringing that clod she calls her ‘partner’ into the house. He’s going to live with us. I’ve got to get out. I don’t like leaving mum alone with him, but I couldn’t stand being in the same house with that bloke.” Now no one can say I don’t think ahead. The result is not always what I want, but this time I really hit the bullseye. “Move in with me,” I said, “You’ll be close enough to your mum to see she’s all right, and far enough away from her bloke not to cause trouble.” “Would you, Bel,” he gasped. “Would you really let me live with you?” “Certainly,” I said, “I think we’d get along very nicely together. You can use the spare bedroom if you like.” As I hoped, he looked aghast. “I don’t want to use the spare bedroom,” he protested. “I want to sleep with you.” “That’s what I hoped you’d say,” I laughed. He joined in my laughter. “Well,” I went on, “I think we should have a little celebration, don’t you? Have you ever ready anything about anal sex, darling?” He hadn’t, so we had to start the lesson right from the beginning. A few days later, having told his mother what had been going on between us, he moved in with me. He’s been with me two years now, but I’m not so silly as to think I can keep him for ever. In the meantime, the car runs very nicely these days, I don’t have any dripping taps, and I don’t have to worry about mending fuses. In addition, I have a regular supply of the food that satisfies a certain craving I have. I gather that Alan still finds gratification for his hunger as well. Just a word of warning to any of you ladies who might be thinking of initiating a young man into the ways of sexual gratification. Be sure you've got enough energy for it, because their appetite seems to grow with use. The Car The car, my car… a silver porsche. I'd gotten it on my own. Earned every inch of leather in the interior, every fucking gleam on the chrome, every speed ticket, I'd earned the whole thing. My car. My best friend. Cute as fuck, better than the car and straight as pi in a monastery. The jock I'd been friends since high school didn't have a kinky bone in his whole damn beautiful body. He didn't want anime. He didn't get amused by the gay mags I'd left out for him to find. Still, he didn't mind living with a twink of a computer science major either. I was skinny geek of a computer science major, and he was my best friend, but I knew that something wasn't normal when I came home to find him leaning against the bathroom wall. Sexy bastard, naked and hard, pecs standing out from his chest like he was some fucking statue. The straight sex god and the gay virgin, what an essay that would make, I thought. "Lex?" "Ned? Take off your pants." He said, smiling, his cock twitching just slightly, "I mislaid your car. So I thought maybe I could keep you entertained for a couple hours while it gets found." "My pants? My car?" I asked, blinking, but he was moving towards me now. "You lost my car? My Porsche?" But his fingers were opening my pants and I was blushing. At 19, I'm not old enough to think about any car when my own cock is taking over my mind and the hottest guy at University is unbuttoning my pants. "Uhhhhh." How he moved so fast, getting me out of my pants, his fingers caressing my ass, like it was some secret thing he'd wanted to do.. I don't know. He was strong, I could feel it as my pants dropped, in his fingers as he took my hand and drew me into the bedroom… I was speechless, just stunned.. I thought he was straight.. a jock, and here he was leaning back, the lamp at his back and his hand on his cock. "You do want me, don't you, Ned? I've seen you watching me. Want a little lick of me? Might be your only chance." OH fuck yes I wanted him! And I wanted to just reach out and tell him, touch him! Run my hands over his hard body and make him know how good it could be to be with a guy, to be with me! I wanted to kiss him, suck on those little nipples of his, hell, even stick my tongue up his ass, then my cock. I wanted him to be my first! I knew all about how to do it! To prep him, relax him, use some lube! Oh man! I needed lube and we were in my room.. so I fumbled it out of the drawer, the battered and used tube of ky. Blushing again, I almost hide it .. I didn't know that he wanted fucked or not.. but my own cock was jumping with impatience. "Lex, damn you're hot!" "So you want me? You want to stick that cock of yours up inside me like I was a cheerleader or something?" He looked just a little vulnerable then. As I stood there with my ky tube in my hand I thought maybe I understood. With a sweaty palm, I reached out and touched his cheek softly, just the dry tips of my fingers. "I want to fuck you cuz you're all guy, hard and beautiful like some greek god. I want to fuck you cuz I want to hear you moan in pleasure. I wanna make you feel good. I'm gay. If you were cheerleader girl, I couldn't be hard like this for you." He pushed away from the bed, coming up to stand close to me, so close our cocks touched. He was taller than me, and looking up at him, I felt odd being top for a moment, but fuck, he lost my car. "I haven't done anyone before, but I know how. It might hurt a little, but fuck, you lost my car, right?" He nodded, his hand stroking his cock. "I've been bad, Ned. Do what you want to me, okay?" "I'm not gonna spank you or anything, Lex, geeze." He was on his knees now, looking over his shoulder at me. "Think you might sometime?" Fucking hell. As if I wasn't nervous enough as it was! I sat down next to him though and ran one hand over the smooth curve of his ass, tugged at the little black hairs. "Maybe, if you're good." "Mmmm," he moaned, wiggling that little ass of his as if he really wanted this. "What do I do now? I'm not gonna bleed like some virgin in a romance novel?" "No, I'm going to be real gentle." I said it as if I knew what I was doing, but then I had ky on my pointer finger. The muscles of his ass tightened as I moved my finger over them, puckery and soft. The skin wasn't like I'd imagined, it was softer, pinker, more vulnerable feeling. Slowly my finger sank into that ring of muscle. He was hot inside, and tight. I didn't think I'd get my cock up him ever, but he was moaning like he liked what I was doing. Two fingers fit okay and his body seemed to be adapting, wiggling and god I wanted him. "Hold still," I commanded though, my other hand taking his cock and holding it, stroking it. "You like this? My fingers up your ass, do you? I thought you were straight." "Straight, yeah, I'm a man, oh, yeah, put one more in!" Straight my ass. Er, his ass. So in went another finger, three fingers fucking the ass of my nice straight friend as he rocked between my fingers around his cock and my fingers up his ass. "I'm gonna put something bigger in you." "Yeah, Ned, do me!" His voice was breathless and I wanted to kiss his shoulder, kiss his lips, taste him, but somehow I was afraid that'd make him feel girly, so I told myself to wait. Give him what he wants. I got myself coated and slick. It was a little late, to think of condoms, as the throbbing head of my cock pressed to his relaxed hole. It was still tight though, still virginal, and I pressed slowly forward, giving him time to invite me in… and I just had to ask. "You done lots of people before, Lex? Just want to be safe about this and god, I want you. I want to ram you, but god you so sexy." "Never, I ain't done anyone, not even a girl. Ned, I ain't got nothing you can catch, ram me! Yeah, Oh come on! Get it over! Make me Gay!" "I can't make you gay!" I moaned, his body welcoming me, so fucking slowly, hot and tight and it was like my brain was going to melt down. He enfolded me like some sheath made just for me, my balls touching his as we started to rock a little. He was whimpering though and I got afraid I was hurting him, so I held still, panting, one sweaty hand on his back. "Okay?" "Oh fuck yeah! Yeah! Oh yeah!" I might not have made him gay, but he wasn't straight either. We made good roommates there on out, and he found my car. Amazingly, he'd sent it out to get it cleaned and detailed all nice and tidy. I'd think he just wanted an excuse to get fucked. Every time my car's all clean now, I get a hardon. Maybe I always will. The Car We would be in the car driving somewhere, where doesn't really matter, just that its quiet and not really overlooked. I'm already half naked, skirt up around my waist so that you can half see that I'm playing. Letting my fingers move in small circles over my clit, a finger sliding down, dipping into my wet pussy before pulling it out and bringing it over to your mouth. Letting you taste me, making you fully aware of just what I was doing. Once you've licked my finger clean of my juices, I return it to my clit, once more letting it roll round but this time changing to my left hand so that with right I might lean over and rub you cock a little through your jeans before unzipping them so that I can begin to slowly stroke your hard cock, teasing you even more whilst your driving. Like knowing I'm sitting next to you playing and you can't watch properly wasn't enough of a tease! You have no choice but to carry on driving, trying to find a quiet spot to park up, so that the fun might carry on! I carry on slowly stroking your cock, gripping it more now but still slowly teasing you letting my fingers run over the length of your cock, stopping only to let my fingers run over the head, squeezing also to allow a little pre-cum out so that in one movement I got it on my finger and to my mouth licking it off. Without me realising it you've found the perfect stop. Lit up but not overlooked. I carry on playing with my clit, slowly building a rhythm, rolling my finger round my clit, fingers sliding down, 2 slipping into my wet hole. Allowing you to fully watch just what I'm doing. With my right hand still slowly stroking and gripping your cock. I move round slightly so that I'm more facing you now. Giving you a better view of my fingers and pussy. You lean over and pull me into a passionate kiss before sitting back once more to watch me work my fingers in my pussy and on my clit. You now take over the slow stroking on your cock. Building up speed slowly. Before long you stop, pull my hand away from my pussy, bringing my fingers to your lips so that once again you can lick my fingers of my juices, making sure you get every last drop. You pull me back to you once more for a passionate kiss. Holding me close to you. Letting your hands run up and down my back slowly. Slowly lifting my top up and over my head, removing it completely. Leaving me sitting there with my skirt up round my waist and my bra. As you lean me back so that you can kiss down a little, my neck and shoulders, nipping and biting too. Fingers gently hooking round the straps on my shoulders before slowly slipping them down and reaching round to undo the clasp allowing my bra to fall down revealing my breasts so that you can kiss your way further down my body. Using you hands to massage my breasts and your fingers to tease my nipples. While with one hand you continue to tease my breast. The other you slide down my body, fingers finding my clit and working in circles in a somewhat fast rhythm, between my clit, breasts and nipples. Before long you are working 2 fingers fast in my pussy, sliding easily in and out. Kissing me passionately, and with your other hand caressing my breasts, neck and shoulders. Alternating between kissing me and biting and nipping at my neck and shoulders. As you feel me start to shake a little and my breathing speed up as you slide another 2 fingers into my dripping pussy as the orgasm shakes through my body making me moan. You hold me close to you till you feel my hand beginning roam over your body. Whilst still keeping you close to me I let my hands slip up and under your shirt letting my finger nails run up and down your back, with no real pressure yet. It's not long before I pull back so that I can slowly unbutton your shirt and pull it down over your shoulders. Pulling you close to me once more and kissing you passionately before pulling back slightly so that I can kiss down your body. Letting my hands run down your chest before kissing and licking the trail of my fingers. Working my way down your chest, my fingers finding the top of your jeans long before I kiss my way there. Working fast I undo the button and you lift your hips and allow me to slide your jeans down. Once I got them down to your knees I stop and start to slowly rub your thighs, working my way back up towards your cock. All the while still kissing and licking my way down. My hands reaching your cock before my mouth, I slowly begin once more to tease you. Letting my fingers slowly and softly run over your cock. Running down, letting my fingers roam everywhere. Softly stroking your balls, letting my hands do what they will. As I stop my kissing and move up so that I can kiss your lips once more. As I kiss you I change my hold on your cock, gripping it more now but still moving slowly, letting my fingers run over the head. Tightening my grip somewhat as I kiss you passionately I begin to slowly wank you, before I start kissing and licking my way back down your chest. Getting ever closer to my hand, now slowly building speed. As now I can begin to slowly flick my tongue at your cock. Letting it flick over the head, gently run down the length to be able to lick your balls. While still working my hand on your cock and letting my tongue run over the head before taking it in my mouth and gently sucking and licking, building up speed and getting into a rhythm. With my other hand I gently begin to massage your balls, somewhat cupping them. Allowing my fingers to explore somewhat. Slowly beginning to push my little finger into your tight arsehole. As I carry on wanking and sucking your cock fast I feel you tense up, letting me know your close to cumming, as I slowly push my finger in deeper, working my hand and mouth faster on your cock as you cum in my mouth. I carry on sucking and licking you till I'm sure I got every last drop. Before moving away but keeping my hand on your cock, I move my other hand away and pull you close to me once more so that I can kiss you passionately again. You wrap your arms around me as I keep moving slightly on your cock. Before long your hands are roaming. You push me back and begin to kiss your way back down my body, your tongue easily finding my nipples flicking and nipping at them. Before carrying on working your way further down my body. Licking and kissing your way. One of your hands stays at my breasts, massaging and pinching my nipples. While with your other hand you slowly run it up my inner thigh, forcing me to open my legs wider so that you carry on kissing and licking you way down so that now your tongue can find my clit. You begin softly licking and sucking whilst with your hand you slowly begin to slide 2 of your fingers into my wet pussy. You start to work them in and out before adding a third, as you lick, suck and almost nibble at my clit. Once more getting into a rhythm, slowly building speed before adding another finger. Working all four fingers in and out of my pussy as you continue to lick and suck at my clit building speed. Once more you feel my body start to shake and my breathing speed up as the orgasm begins to build once more but this time you stop. Keeping your fingers where they are as you slowly move back up my body so that you might kiss me again. As you kiss me passionately, you slowly pull your fingers out of my pussy. You bring your dripping fingers up to our mouths, positioning it between us so that we can both lick and suck your fingers clean. Before kissing me again, pulling me close, wrapping your arms around me. I try to push you back but you stop me, "What are you trying to do?" "Never you mind," I reply. This time succeeding in pushing you back as I reach down and knock your seat back and I somehow manage to swing my legs round so that I'm almost sitting on your lap, facing you. I reach down and take hold of your cock beginning to wank you before lowering myself onto your hard cock as I slowly begin to rock my hips, grinning them almost. As I kiss you passionately, wrapping m arms around you as I feel you cock fill my pussy and your hands on my bum, spreading my cheeks as you somewhat work your hips up and down as I grind myself onto you. Moving my body faster as I can feel the orgasm building again. Which of course you sense and once more stop. Holding me close to you, kissing my neck and shoulders, running your nails down my back as you begin to slowly move your hips, allowing me to once more rock my hips in time with yours. This time not stopping when you sense my orgasm building again. Letting me grind onto your cock, rocking fast as you move you hips in time as you feel you're getting very close. You dig your nails into my back as my body shakes as the orgasm racks through me as I feel you shoot deep into my pussy. You carry on thrusting gently as I rock my hips. Holding me close until I stop shaking and my breathing returns to something near normal. The Car It was close to midnight, but we had a lot of ground to cover before the next evening, so we headed out after the gig to drive a couple hours before getting a hotel room for the night. Anna is almost always ready for whatever I have in mind, but I knew she was particularly enthusiastic when she said, "I don't think I should be allowed to come until you come in my mouth." Anna knew I liked games, so she had come up with one. Once we got on the highway, I unbuttoned my jeans. Anna's general orientation was if there was any question about what to do during any free time, morning or night, the two top choices were take a nap, or eat me. Anna dutifully descended upon me and put me in her mouth. Kneeling in the passenger seat, she did marvelous things with her tongue until I was hard, then she started moving up and down in large swoops, taking as much of me in her mouth as she could. Sometimes this particular move makes her gag, but she's getting better at it lately. It's this movement that is also particularly noticeable for passing traffic. Of course, hardly anyone looks into passing cars – they're more concerned about avoiding hitting them and going on their way, rather than looking to try to see what's happening in there. But there are always the truckers sitting in the passenger seats of their 18-wheelers who are bored, and make a habit of looking in nearby cars, especially on the stretches of highway that are well-lit. So there's always a chance they'll see, and if someone's head is moving up and down quickly, this is a tip-off. Ever since I saw those billboards outside of Heathrow talking about oral sex while driving being reckless and not at all cool, I've been a bit more concerned... At least concerned enough to curtail such activities during the day. But it was dark out. After Anna had tired of this vigorous up and down motion she made herself comfortable, curling up in her seat, laying her head on my lap, eating me slowly, deeply, in a relaxed sort of way. The fast bit was very pleasant, but this is even better for a long road trip, long-haul felatio, to keep the jaw muscles from tiring too fast... Anna's crotch was moving a bit out of time with her mouth, like it was looking for something. I put my hand between her legs, pressing it into her pelvic bone. It was warm, and felt humid. As Anna continued to eat me, her pelvis moved slowly back and forth, rubbing against my hand through her tight jeans. After a while, her legs started parting a bit as her pelvis moved against my hand, as if she were hoping for something more than this. I moved my hand over to her muscular little belly, felt my way to her pert little breasts, watching her pelvis continue to move against the air. Her hard nipples felt good in my hands, and I squeezed them hard. Anna moaned as she continued to eat me, slowly and deeply. If we were in Anna's apartment or somewhere with a bed, somewhere with me not driving heavy machinery down the highway at somewhere around the speed limit, I might have opted for doing something else with Anna right about now. But we need to cover some distance before we can stop, and anyway, I'm enjoying myself. Attention is required to drive, making it even easier to handle getting head for extended periods of time. For those who would claim this to be reckless driving, I'd also add that it's great for keeping you awake. Anna is dutifully eating me, her pelvis undulating in the passenger seat, but I can tell her jaw is starting to tire. "Play with yourself," I command. Anna continues eating me a little bit, then slowly sits up in her seat. She lights a cigarette, and unbuttons her jeans, pulls them off of her a bit. She caresses herself through her panties for a while. Then she pulls them down a bit, too, and plays with the folds of her labia. Her fingers wander over to her clit, and she starts moving her fingers vigorously. She's very horny at this point, no doubt. For a while she's lost in pleasure, then she feels the waves of an impending orgasm, and quickly she pulls her hand away from her pussy. There's a brief, wistful moan. She pulls her panties back on, then she pulls her jeans back on. She buttons them up one at a time, puts her head back in my lap, and begins to eat me again. I put my hand between her legs and feel her warm pussy undulating against it. Eventually we stop at a hotel. I button my pants and go get a room while Anna waits in the car. Once we're in the room, Anna unbuttons my pants and puts my dick in her mouth. There's an urgency in her movements now. It seems the one rule of her game, that I should come in her mouth before she may come, is becoming one very challenging rule for Anna. While she's eating me, kneeling, she unbuttons her jeans and puts her hand down her pants. Still eating me, not more than a minute later she quickly withdraws her hand, having barely averted another orgasm. Anna begins making little whimpering noises while she eats me. I pull Anna off of me and turn her around, moving her onto the bed, kneeling, with me behind her. I pull her pants down a bit more. They keep her legs together, kneeling low on the bed, and I fuck her hard and deep, gripping her sides. This isn't normally a position that Anna comes in, but she's in quite a state of excitement at this point, and after a few minutes, she's breathing very hard. An orgasm is impending, and it's a big one. Anna feels it welling up inside her, ready to overpower her entire body. At the last second, she collects herself, and remembers the one simple rule of her game. She tries to move forward, but I'm holding her down. "Stop," she exclaims. I continue. A few seconds more and the orgasm is at the point of no return. "Stop," she says once more, feebly. I stop. Anna is tense, like a slingshot ready to fire. She whimpers quietly, briefly. Then she moves forward, turns around to face me, her jeans and panties around her thighs, her wet pussy exposed above them. She pulls her panties up, then her jeans. Looking at me, she buttons each button, to the last one, and those tight jeans look more like a chastity belt than ever. Demurely, Anna kneels on the floor and eats me. I light a cigarette, look at Anna's gorgeous, desperate, undulating body, and after some time, I come in her mouth. Anna drinks every drop, and keeps eating me, while she unbuttons her jeans once again and plays with herself. Quickly, she has an orgasm. It's a small one, not like the one she would have had a little while earlier. She's still horny, but no longer going completely beside herself. "I'm sorry, I should have asked you for permission," she says immediately afterwards. "That's OK, I'll punish you for it later." Anna shudders with delight. The Car Time and date didn't matter; even the night club they were in didn't seem to matter. It started to fade into the background as he looked into her eyes and felt every fiber of his person need her, want her, scream for her. It was stronger than anything he felt, and it almost scared him. She was small, with a nice build, deep brown eyes that matched her soft brown hair, that fell past her ears. Her face was almost angelic, with the shape of her eyes and the slip of her smile, her freckles endearing him. She was slim, athletic, and great tits. They had been slow dancing for awhile but both needed a break before their urges took over. The kissing had been deep and passionate, hands roaming each other's bodies until awareness kicked back in. Now they sat at the bar smiling at each other, wanting each other, but too concerned to take the first move. He had asked to come home with him, but she was staying with her friend and needed to stay here. He wasn't sure if it was a rejection, but his body told him to push on. He had brought his car to town that day, and left it in an open car park, it wouldn't be an ideal spot, but he needed her more then he cared. They left the club and walked silently to the car, both needing what was about to happen but unwilling to break the spell by talking about it. Finally after what seemed like an age they got there, he unlocked it and leaned in against her pushing her up against the outside of the car and kissing her lips. She responded with the same passion he felt, like a hunger waiting to burst out and take over his body. Her tongue was soft up against him, her hands roaming and feeling his body, he held her head as he kissed her passionately, deeply, their breath coming in short gasps, their teeth biting and nibbling lips and they caught their breath. The feeling of her body up against his, the warmth, its heat, its need consumed them. He moved his left hand to grasp her breast and she gasped, kissing now with a need. His right hand reached behind and unfastened her bra, his passion making his hands clumsy. When he put his hand under her top he moaned in passion, her breasts felt so good, so soft, so tender, her nipples tight from need. Slipping down he took each nipple in his mouth, sucking, tasting nibbling, he wanted more, and she moaned, running her hands through his hair, and rocking her body towards his. He could feel his urge building, and so could she, switching places she kissed him while she undid the buttons of this jeans pulling them apart, and reaching into his boxers to grasp his cock in one hand and balls with the other. She moaned with him, her hands felt so good, as they began their encouraging movement. Her left hand gently holding his balls while she moved her right hand with purpose. Her gasp was strong and sure, rubbing the top of his cock with her thumb, it felt so good. He was close, she knew from his breathing and movement, increasing her movements, faster, harder, just what he needed. His heart was racing his mind unfocused with the oncoming wave of ecstasy. At the last moment she dropped to her knees and plunged his shaft deep into her throat, he had never felt anything like it, and it drove him over the edge. He came hard, fast and long, and she stayed right where she was until every last drop was collected, and swallowed. Opening the car door she grinned, and told him to sit down and take off his jeans. He climbed into the back seat, it was small but left plenty of room. Still hot and flushed from what had happened, he watch as she pushed down the passenger seat, removed her black panties, hitched up her knee length skirt, and sat on the now folded seat in front of him. He was beginning to wan after all the excitement, she knew this, but she had pleased him and now she was only going to worry about herself. She moved her hand to her pussy and slid one finger all the way in, it felt so wet, so warm, so right. Then she repeated the motion with two fingers. That was better. Moving her finger up, she massaged her hard clit, she needed this so bad. She began to work it faster and faster, watching him grow harder, and it turned her on even more. She put her leg up on the seat between his legs, continued to rub her clit with her right hand, and moved her left hand down to plunge her thumb inside her. Her breath coming short now as she neared climax, eyes closing, she didn't even look over to see that he was beginning to work his shaft, he was ready. Without warning he moved on top and plunged himself inside her, she shook with the pleasure, so hard, so warm, so deep, just what she needed. She slid all the way out, before he plunged back in hard, yes, that's it, and he felt it too. They found their rhythm, moving against each other, kissing, nibbling, gasping, biting, scratching, pounding, pulling with passion, she was close, so close. She shook from the climax that broke over her, releasing everything, she moaned, and came hard, gasping for breath, nails digging into his shoulders, head thrown back, white dots exploding in her vision. She knew, she could feel it, and she wanted and liked it, he had cum too, a second time, and lay exhausted and sweaty on the back seat. She wiggled to make sure she got every drop, then slowly slid off him, she was so wet. She smiled at him, stepping out of the steamed up car and fixed herself, wrote her number on the window, and went back to the club to meet her friend. The Car Accident Part 1 - Reckless Angel I was traveling out of my new neighborhood when a car pulled out in front of me. I couldn't avoid hitting the car. Then everything went blank for a while. The airbag deployed, knocking me dizzy. I climbed out of the car, staggering, and was met by a slender 5'5" blonde in tiny pink shorts and a half-tee. She was maybe 19 years old. She was tanned and athletic, fresh faced and feminine, and she was the driver of the other vehicle. She was unharmed and very concerned for me. She took my arm and looked me in the eyes, "Are you ok, mister? I'm so sorry, it was totally my fault. I will do anything to make up for this. Come here and sit down." She had a delightful air of submissiveness even as she was taking charge of me in my confused state. She helped me to the curb and sat me down. She was on her knees in front of me, petting my face and looking into my eyes again. I looked into her eyes and tried to speak. She shooshed me, placing her index finger at my mouth. I wanted to lick it for some reason. I got the distinct scent of some kind of berry - like a raspberry lip balm or something. It was sort of sexy. She smiled shyly and looked me up and down. I started to recognize how pretty she was, with her olive skin, short blonde hair, and gorgeous smile. I panned downward and found her to have a lovely arch to her back, and perfect medium sized breasts peaking out from the ripped half-t. Her nipples were hard. She had a firm flat stomach, and perfect, long, shapely legs. The pink shorts were tight spandex; they clung to her body like a second skin. The way she was sitting I could see a pleasing amount of detail through those lovely shorts. I groaned, a little in pain and a lot in lust. I felt a pleasing twitch in my groin. I sensed a definite, persistent fullness in my jeans, a pleasant urgency, and judging by her surprised expression and sly grin, I think she had discovered it. Meanwhile, she was stroking my hair with one hand, and her other was resting absently on my knee. Was that a gentle squeeze on my knee? Did her hand move further up between my legs? Was I dead and this was heaven? Was I dreaming? In a coma? Was she wearing anything under those lovely pink shorts? A tiny thong perhaps? I was suddenly dizzier than ever. I started to lean to my right and put my hand out to support myself. She stood up quickly and turned around to shout something across the street. The last thing I saw was her perfect heart-shaped ass through those pink shorts. I could see clear between her legs as her thighs didn't quite meet. "Sweet ass," I mumbled. I leaned forward and licked and nibbled the back of her thigh just where her left ass cheek started. I felt soft nylon on my cheek. She giggled. I heard her shout something again to someone across the street. Then I went blank. Out cold. Part 2 - From the Mouths of Babes... As I gradually began to awaken, I had the distinct, pleasurable sensation of sweet kisses at a number of strategic locations on my body. What was this lovely dream? My eyes still closed, I believed this was a dream, and I didn't want it to end. So I closed my eyes even tighter. There was a delicious suckling pair of lips on my toes, one on the backs of my knees (but how? I was on my back, I thought), another on my spread-apart inner thighs, seemingly traveling ever higher, a warm and breathy kiss on my stomach, a pair of sweet feminine mouths on my nipples, then my neck, ears, lips. And fingernails were massaging my scalp. I realized that dead or alive, I was definitely without clothing. I felt the soft sheen of fine fabrics beneath me, and a symphony of pleasurable touch everywhere. I was surely dead. As the lips that were on my inner thighs neared a point where the sensuous experience would become truly erotic, I wondered if heaven were the innocent place it had been touted as. And as that hot, wet, panting mouth reached my orbs and took one of them into its glorious haven and suckled it like a big juicy plum, I decided god if he did exist was a pretty cool dude. The mouth exchanged one orb for another and maintained equity between them, switching back and forth, back and forth, then occasionally using a pair of hands to widen my spread thighs, extending a long, stiff, ambitious tongue for probing the recesses underneath the sack. Oy, what a delicious wet and curious tongue that was! If I'd known dying was this great I would have off'd myself YEARS ago! Just as this thought passed through my mind, and as the other mouths were making the best of their individual tasks on toes, hands, nipples, ears, etc., I felt the unmistakable wetness of a new, previously unknown mouth, a particularly wonderful, busy and vigorous one I must say - one with a hotness, a tightness, a firm and damp mystery, that for a moment I wondered if it were a mouth at all - perhaps it was another part of this angel's anatomy, some other point of interest... but angels, were angels female? .... If they were it would explain the perfect glorious feeling of this mouth/pussy, this eager, pulling, loving, tugging, urgently pleasing orifice. But a tongue it was that played at the very end of my fully erect, throbbing maleness. Just the very end, mind you. No further. A playful, teasing mouth, I even felt a little sweet kiss, as if this girl/angel were affectionately saying hello to a fine friend. And more sweet kisses - each leaving my delicious arousal twitching with joy and anticipation. When the mouth would retreat, the breath of this angel wafted over me and another twitch came quickly. Then another kiss, and a moment of heaven when the mouth took me inside again. Oh sweet gentle lips, I do bless you! And then again, o wow, the unmistakable visit of a pretty, wet and talented tongue to play along me. Once or twice the tongue caught the tip just so, brought it upward against its natural position, and quickly let it go to "snap!" against my stomach. My eyes still closed, still insisting that this was either a great dream or death itself, a sweet sensuous mouth's tongue swept over my throbbing hardness in an amazing, virtuoso dance, licking up and then down, tickling the crevice, sweeping up and then down the long hard shaft, then to return to the mushroom cap head to suckle playfully. All the while, the playful back and forth of the other mouth at my big happy plums, with its occasional forays further down. Heaven. Were these disembodied mouths? Were the angels oral experts? Did this mouth on the end of my hard cock have a pair of hands as well? Just as I asked this question, I felt the fingers of a hand grasp my shaft gently and begin to tug up and down. Another hand came around the other way and together, cradling me between them, proceeded to administer a perfect hand job while the mouths continued their ambitious work. How could anything feel this perfect?