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Mustang

By: PAPATOAD



Thanks to the knee doctor for editing assistance.

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It was seven o'clock in the morning, and my wife was out in the driveway washing her car again. I got her the 1965 red Mustang convertible for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. It was a special present, and I was hoping it would be well worth the twenty thousand dollars it cost me. I was wrong.

Julie had been having an affair with one of the guys who worked in my office complex. She thought that she was being discrete, but it just wasn't so. She was sloppy and careless about meeting him, and he had a big mouth. I found out about what was going on, when I started to get snickers from some of the guys in the break room. It wasn't hard to put it all together. Frank Toliver was enjoying my wife's company, and was bragging about it to all his work-mates. It had been going on for over six weeks now. Twice, I have mentioned to Julie that I had been hearing stories about her and Frank, and that I wanted them to stop. Both times, she denied that anything was going on. She also expressed great indignity: that I had the nerve to question her fidelity after twenty-five years of marriage.

We married straight out of high school. I realize now that we were just too young. I don't know if it was puppy love, or just a teenage crush, but it was about to end. We had one daughter, Sharon, who was a senior, getting ready to graduate. She would be leaving for Iowa State University in less than a month. Over the years, I had plenty of opportunities to spread some wild oats, but restrained myself, to preserve the marriage. What a waste. If it hadn't been for Frank's big mouth, I probably would have never found out about Julie's fling. Now I found myself wondering if it had happened before, and I was too dense to realize it. I had always trusted her. 

Frank usually took Wednesday's off. I was betting that Julie would spend as much time washing her body this morning, as she did her precious car. 

"Dad, are you going to drop me off on your way to work?" Sharon was ready to go, so I finished up my coffee and we hit the door. I stopped for a moment, beside my wife, as we walked to the car.

"This is the last time I am going to mention it. Stop seeing Frank Toliver." 

All that got me was a nasty glare. "Damn it, John. Frank Toliver and I have nothing going on. I said it before, and I'll say it again, whoever is feeding you this bullshit is just trying to get your goat. Stop worrying yourself about something that is not happening."

Julie turned and continued drying her car as I just stood and stared at her. I finally walked to the car and backed out.

The first few minutes in the car were quiet. Sharon was looking out the window and I got the feeling that she was upset with me.

"What's wrong? Why are you being so moody?"

Without turning her head Sharon responded: "Dad, how long are you going to let her get away with this? It's been a while now, and I am really having a hard time putting up with the crap. Thank God I am going away in a couple of weeks. I am getting as disgusted with you for not doing anything, as I am with her for doing it."

"What crap are you putting up with? How is all of this affecting you? Your mother isn't doing anything at home is she?"

"No dad, it's Margie Toliver. She is dumping on me everyday about my slut mom stealing her dad away from the family. Her mom and dad have been divorced for over a year, but she just started bitching about three weeks ago. Apparently, her mother is fully aware of what is going on, between mom and Mister Toliver, and complains about it at home, everyday. Margie's home life sucks and she is passing it on to me."

"Sorry, I wasn't aware that you were getting flack about this. I have asked your mother three times to stop, and three times she has just denied it. I'll try and put a stop to it today."

The look my daughter gave me seemed to indicate that she didn't believe me. "Thanks for the ride anyhow, dad." I watched her walk up to the school, and I knew now that it was time to end things. 

I knew where Frank Toliver lived. When he got divorced, his wife took the kids and moved in with her parents. Frank tried to sell the house, but owed too much on the mortgage to break even. With alimony and child support, he was having trouble just keeping up the house payments. 

I have been avoiding the break room at work for the last month or so, so that I can miss the digs at my manhood. I stopped and got coffee before getting to work. After making my presence known to everyone, I told my secretary, Joyce, that I would be stuck in a meeting on the third floor over lunch, and for the rest of the day. She said she would hold my messages until I got back. It was easy to walk out the back door and drive away.

I sat down the street from the Toliver house waiting for my wife. It was only twenty minutes later when she showed up. She actually had her own garage door opener for his house. After the door closed, I waited thirty minutes before I walked up to the house. No one noticed as I tried the side door to the garage. It was unlocked. Julie had the convertible top down on the Mustang. Frank had a little BMW convertible- Z car or something like that. I don't know much about cars, but I knew it was expensive. I picked up Julie's purse which she had left sitting on her car seat.

I would have loved to go into the house and surprise them in bed, but that was not my plan. I didn't need to see it, to believe it. Frank had a five gallon can of gasoline sitting by his lawn mower. There was enough in it to douse both cars, and spread some around his shop storage area. By the time they realized the garage was on fire, there would be nothing they could do to stop it. I had to hustle a little to get back to my car before there were any indications. In my rear view mirror, I was just able to make out a few wisps of smoke, as I turned the corner. Ten minutes later, I was back at work and told my secretary the meeting was canceled. It was as if I had never left the building.

When I got home, Sharon was sitting in the living room watching TV. Julie was not there, and Sharon had no idea where she was. I was a little worried. Did the two lovers get trapped in the house? Were they overcome with smoke or burned alive? Were they at the hospital being treated for something? I was beginning to regret what I had done, when the phone rang. 

The phone call was from Julie's sister. 

"Hi John. It's Candice. I just wanted to let you know that Julie is over at my place. She had an accident with the Mustang. She is all right but the Mustang is ruined. She is a little nervous right now, and can't talk. I'll bring her home later tonight, and she can explain everything then."

"Do you want us to come over there and pick her up?"

"No. John, she is pretty upset and I think it would be better if you wait until I bring her home. She is sorry about the car."

"Okay. Where is the car right now?"

"I am not sure. I think they towed it to a lot somewhere. Julie can tell you about it later. Thanks John. I was sure you would understand."

When I hung up the phone, I had a big grin on my face. Sharon noticed it, said nothing, and smiled back.

"I think you should take my car and drive over to see your aunt Candice. Your mother seems to have had an accident with the Mustang, and she does not want to talk to me right now. You could offer to help, and quietly stick your nose into things. I would love to know what happened, but I can't ask. Maybe you will get lucky. Just a suggestion, in case you are interested."

"You know I am. Give me your keys. Do you want me to bring her home, or leave her there?"

"Surprise me." I said.

She was lightly laughing, as she walked out the door.

I settled down to a quiet evening of beer and TV. Sharon came home about a couple of hours later, with a bigger smile than she had when she left.

"I didn't think you had it in you. You are one rotten son-of-a-bitch, dad. I love it." 

I was being very careful. There was no way I was going to admit to anything. Any conclusions that my daughter might come to, would be on her own.

"Where is the car?"

"I am not sure, but it can't be moved until the insurance company checks it out. Mom did not want to talk about it, and was very evasive."

"Where is your mom? Why didn't she come home with you?"

"It appears that she is concerned with how you are going to react. I asked her to explain, and she became flustered. Candice said she would be staying there for a few days, until things straightened out. I don't know what that means. I asked for explanations and didn't get any answers."

"I hope you don't have any questions for me, because I won't answer them either."

"Good boy, dad. I don't want to know any more. I can wait for the sequel." 

Sharon went to bed and I got another beer. Things worked out just right.

The next day at work, things were a little different. There were no snide remarks from the break-room gang. My secretary, Joyce, was even a little more attentive than normal. Frank Toliver did not show up for work. I did not inquire about him, and nobody offered any information. A few of the guys seemed to be avoiding me. That afternoon, a small bouquet of daisies was delivered to my desk. The note said, "Thank you, M.T." Frank's wife was named Marsha. I didn't know any other people with those initials. Joyce was now smiling every time she looked at me. I was a little worried that Marsha had jumped to that conclusion as fast as she did. I was hoping the police didn't do the same thing.

Sharon was in a good mood when I got home. Margie Toliver apologized to her for being a bitch for the past few weeks. Nothing else was said between them. There was a small article in the back of the newspaper about a home fire that destroyed two cars. Candice called Sharon on her cell phone earlier, and told her that Julie would be staying there a few more days. Sharon and I went out for sushi.

Friday morning, the police showed up at work to discuss the fire at Frank Toliver's house. They talked to me in my office and they also talked to Joyce. Joyce told them that I had been there all day on Wednesday. She didn't mention the short time that I went upstairs. No one else was able to contradict what we had said. It was odd, because Joyce and I had not conspired ahead of time, yet we both said the same thing. The police did indicate that the fire at Frank's house was definitely arson, but had nothing else to go on. They were very, very careful not to mention my wife, or her part in the whole situation. I found that interesting. I was also interested in why Joyce stuck her neck out to defend me.

Sharon did the laundry and house work Saturday, while I got the yard work all done. We got a payfor-view movie and a pizza that night. Both of us were careful not to talk about anything relating to the problem at hand. I was impressed by how grown up my daughter had become.

Julie came home Sunday. She had on clothes that Candice had given her. I wanted to ask her where her clothing was, but decided against it. She spent most of the day in her room. Sharon made supper for us, but Julie didn't seem to be too hungry. We didn't talk or discuss anything about the car, or what had happened to it. I slept on the couch that night.

Joyce was in a good mood Monday morning. The gang of smart-asses with the snide snickers had disappeared. There was a definite attempt made by many of the male employees to avoid eye contact with me. Frank had taken a week's vacation time. I contacted my auto insurer and told him to stop by the house and get the claims information on the Mustang, from my wife. I couldn't admit to knowing anything about it, without tipping my hand. I did happen to know that a car that is burned up in a garage is covered by the home-owners insurance, not the automobile insurer. That means that Frank's insurance company would have to pay for Julie's car. I was interested in seeing where this was going.

The arson investigation team and the insurance company both determined that the fire was indeed, arson. After investigating Frank Toliver's financial status, the insurance company refused to pay any of the claims, unless he could prove that he was not responsible for the fire. They felt that the fire would benefit him financially, and that he had a motive to set it himself. The police felt the same way, but they had to prove that he did it.

Sharon was home alone when I got there. She handed me a note that Candice had left, informing us that she had taken Julie to the doctor to get some sedatives, and that Julie would be staying at her house for a few more days. The insurance man had left some papers on the coffee table. I didn't look at them. Sharon and I went to Red Lobster for supper.

Officially, I still did not know where Julie's car was or what happened to it. All I knew, officially, was that the Mustang burned up. I found it interesting that noone was telling me anything. The next morning, I made a quick call to Candice.

"Hi, its John. Just wanted to let you know that I appreciate what you are doing for Julie."

"Thanks, John. I think she needs to stay here a few more days. The doctor gave her some pretty strong medication."

"I am okay with that. I have just two questions. I understand that her car was in a fire. I would like to know where the car was when it caught fire, and why it was there. Call me later today and give me the answers to both of those questions. If I don't hear from you, or I don't get an answer, I am bringing all of Julie's belongings over to your house tonight. Do you understand?"

"Under the circumstances, John, I think you are being unreasonable. Julie is under great stress right now. Something like this is not going to help her."

"I don't expect the answer from her, I expect it from you. I am sure you know what is going on. Either you tell me, or Julie becomes your new house guest, permanently. Do you understand me?"

"I understand, John. I'll do my best."

Joyce was full of bubbles and joy. I was hoping that would be a good sign.

"I made you a luncheon appointment, Mister Woods. You will be meeting Marsha Toliver at the Olive Garden at noon. She will have a table waiting when you get there."

I didn't really want to have lunch with Frank Toliver's wife, but felt obligated. All I could do was try and be a gentleman. I looked over at Joyce. "Would you like to come along? I would prefer not to be alone in this situation."

"Sorry boss. I'd be glad to join you for supper, but I am not interested in lunch." 

I noticed a slight smile as she walked away. What the hell did she mean by that? I never sent any signals to Joyce or anyone else that worked for me, indicating that I might be available. That was a strict no-no. I think that my new status as "potentially divorced," was affecting some of the ladies around me. What the hell could Marsha Toliver want?

At about ten o'clock, Joyce stuck her head in the door. "There is a Mister Brian Mapes here to see you. Are you busy?"

"No, send him right in." Brian was married to Candice. He was a big, gentle-giant, type of guy. Brian looked nervous as hell as he walked into the office and sat down. I just looked at him for a second, waiting for him to start the conversation.

"Candice asked me to come see you. She said she was afraid you would get mad at her, because of what she had to tell you."

"Brian, you look troubled as hell. Why is it such a problem having to talk to me? I never did any thing to bring this on, did I?"

"No John. It's something I did. I lost my temper. It never happened before with Candice, and I am scared."

"Why are you scared? What could you possibly be afraid of?"

"I think I hurt her. I hit her pretty bad, John. I dropped her off at the hospital, and then came over to see you. I didn't know what else to do."

Now Brian is not a simpleton. He is a smart and clever man, who provided well for his wife and children. Both of his kids have left home now, but he was always a good father to them. I never suspected that there was a problem in their marriage. It appeared that Brian didn't either.

"Why don't you start at the beginning, Brian? We have plenty of time, so you don't have to rush."

Joyce brought in two cups of coffee as Brian tried to relax himself by taking deep breaths. In a few seconds, he was feeling better.

"You're not going to get mad at me are you, John?"

"No, I promise I will not lose my temper."

"Candice told me that Julie had a boyfriend: Frank something. I don't remember his last name. She was over at his house when there was a fire in the garage and her Mustang got burned up. Julie thinks you started the fire, but the police don't believe her. She is afraid to come home. She tried it over the weekend, and had a breakdown, or something. That is what I was supposed to tell you." 

"That doesn't sound too traumatic. I still don't understand why that would get you so upset."

"I started to ask her a few questions, just to clarify things. Candice started to get angry with me. The more questions I asked, the more upset she got."

"What kind of questions?"

"John, do you remember the three day cruise the girls took to Cancun last year?"

"Yeah, Why?"

"I always felt that there was something fishy about that vacation. For some reason, I related that trip with Julie's affair. I don't know why. I asked Candice if Julie had an affair while she was on that cruise, and she blew up."

"I assume you didn't get an answer."

"Oh, but I did. Not the one I wanted though. She ranted for several minutes about you and I being less than satisfactory husbands. She said that if we had been more attentive in the bedroom, there would be no need for them to cat around. That's the phase she used: "cat around." About that time, I figured out that Candice was also cheating on me, just like Julie did to you." 

"I am sorry, Brian. It was not my intention to get you involved in this."

"Things got worse, John. I insisted that she tell me the name of the guy she was cheating with. She laughed at me, and said: "Which one?" I guess that is when I lost it. After I hit her several times, she got scared as hell. She never saw me mad before. Twenty-two years, and I never got violent, until this morning. She asked me to stop hitting her, and I told her I wouldn't till she gave me names. She said the two guys they went on the cruise with were from their health club: Craig and Will something. That's when she gave me Frank's name, as the guy Julie was with. I threatened to hit her again if she didn't tell me all the names. I didn't care about the ones Julie was with, but the ones she was. She mentioned Clayton Simmons, a guy we went to high school with. Before she could say any more, I hit her again. Then I got scared, so I put her in the car and took her to the emergency room. I came right here to see you."

I was at a loss for words. What do you say to a guy who had just beat his wife up bad enough to put her in the hospital? It sounded to me like she had really misjudged the gentle nature of her husband. She probably would have gotten away with it, if she hadn't tried to rub it in his face. Big mistake. We sat quietly for a few seconds.

"What now Brian?"

"I don't know. I think I need help, John."

We didn't have to wait long. Two uniformed officers pushed their way past Joyce and came into the room.

"Which one of you Bozo's is Brian Mapes?"

Brian meekly raised his hand and was immediately put in cuffs and led out. Joyce brought me a fresh cup of coffee.

I had Joyce call a lawyer for Brian before I left for my lunch with Marsha Toliver. She had a table, but she wasn't alone.

"Mister Woods, I am glad you came. This is my friend Mario. He is here as my chaperone and companion." Mario was a very large man, with a dark complexion, and lots of hair. He sat close to Marsha, but not too close. It was difficult to tell what the relationship between the two of them was. 


Mustang



She liked the way he revved his engine and the way he gripped the custom shifter, like a race car driver fighting to finish first. 

The engine purred as they took the sharp curves of the isolated mountain roads. Sunlit streams of blinding gold stuck them with every turn. His green eyes teemed with delight with every squeal of her excited voice as he put the pedal to the metal. White-knuckled, she grabbed the dashboard to steady herself.

It was difficult to keep his concentration on the road ahead. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her beauty. Her pale, petal soft skin and ice-blue eyes made his mouth water. Her smile radiated the joy he wished for so long. She wore a purple embroidered tank top that showed her cleavage nicely.

"Where are we going, Mike?" she said sweetly. 

"It's a surprise, darling." 

He knew that she liked surprises, especially the ones that involved his beautiful yellow Mustang.

His tires screamed as he turned the last sharp curve. She grabbed his leg and squeezed it painfully. He didn't care about the pain as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. Her breath was warm and the way she said, "More", made his manhood stir. 

She nibbled his ear as he downshifted and ran her fingers through his hair as he turned the wheel. Her eyes narrowed and her smile widened. She knew this was making him want her and it made her wet. As the car neared the summit of the mountain, he quickly reached over to touch her face between shifting. 

"What more could I want?" he whispered to her as she slid her hand from his leg onto his erection. She played with his cock gently, while kissing his neck. She wanted him.

She wanted him inside her. Inside her sweet pussy. Inside her mind. Inside her heart.

The mustang pulled into a secluded parking spot. There was no one around. The sun was warm on their bodies with the top down.

No act of nature could stop what was going to happen. Nothing was going to extinguish the fire of their desire.

He shut off the engine and turned up the radio. Maroon 5 was feeding the passion in their souls. He grabbed her face and they kissed. 

With his hands, he gently reached down her tank and squeezed her breasts, tweaking her hard, pierced nipples while she moaned.

While her lips parted and they shared the passion, she undid his belt, reaching into his jeans to find treasure.

An eagle screamed overhead as she took her other hand to adjust his seat all the way back. He sighed as she grabbed his balls.

"More, please" his voice shuttered.

Forcefully he undid the button on her skinny jeans, sliding his finger into her dripping, hot hole.

She groaned, "Yessss!"

With his rock hard cock out in the sunlight, she licked her lips and put her head in his lap, using her tongue to bathe the head of his manhood. She let out a breath, stroked his balls and shoved his cock inside of her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and he leaned his head back to stare at the blue sky.

He was in heaven and the world buzzed around him as she gave him the best head he ever had.

As she sucked the proverbial 'golf ball through a garden hose' she slid off her jeans. She wasn't wearing panties.

As she turned her body to 'table position', his wet fingers, slid past the sweet ass cheeks, to probe her hole. Her muffled moans were the proof he knew she was enjoying.

He played clit with her until moans became the orgasm they both desired, but the afterglow made her want more.

She jumped into his lap, facing his beautiful green eyes and kissed him.

With his wet cock and her wet pussy, she slid his manhood into the depths of her soul. She grabbed the headrest as she played rodeo on his cock.

"You like that sweet pussy?" she grinned.

He could not respond, but he gritted his teeth and grabbed her hips to help him deeper into her tightness.

"Fuck me harder!"

She looked up at the blue sky as he pleasured her. He flicked his tongue over her nipples as she went up and down on his cock.

The ebb and flow of the electric sex was more than they could handle. He slapped her ass as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

"Cum inside of my hot pussy!" she yelled. It echoed through the valley below.

He let out a yell that would wake the dead and filled her with his cum. It was the release they both wanted. It was the finale of the passion their souls shared.

They both collapsed in the seat and held each other as they watched the sun set over the horizon. All was quiet and life was good.



Mustang Cindy



Cindy straddled the bucket seat of the '67 Mustang fastback she was in. She felt a deep connection with the car as it reminded her of a lover. 

The jet black interior matched the exterior, and its lines - hard on the front, then sloping sexily to the back of the car - were beautiful. The intoxicating mix of the thick musky scent of leather and a mild hint of motor oil hung in the air, like a hint of sex the morning after an especially dirty and pleasurable night. She inhaled, absorbing the musk with every cell. The lines, the curves, the smell - even with the engine off and the car quiet she could envision what the car was for. Every inch of design pointed to the car's sole purpose - it was a machine of pure, unrestrained, passionate pursuit, and of speed and of power. 

Silver pedals for acceleration and gauges for velocity and pressure. A gear shift, elongated, angular and erect, a decidedly phallic protrusion, culminating in a sleek, inviting knob the size of her palm. She was in the cockpit of an intoxication chamber of unadulterated masculinity, in a machine with the sleek ease of a jaguar poised and ready to pounce at the slightest encouragement. Like her men, it was a machine of capable, attention-stealing power.

Outside, a throng of men and women meandered between Camaros and Challengers and polished motorcycles, a swath of classic autos on a barricaded street. Spectators peered at massive silver engines and at hoods tattooed with serpents and flames and women. She enjoyed another breath, her nose basking in the machine's aroma, like a shirt discarded by a favourite lover. 

Cindy's gaze fell on a particularly form-fitting pair of jeans and a white shirt that silhouetted a pair of masculine, well-formed arms. Brad Walloway felt her gaze and returned it with his own sly smile. He moved from sight into the mass of bodies. Cindy smiled. She could look at Brad's ass all day. 

On her way out, Cindy sidestepped a leering forty-something man in a faded shirt and looked for her favourite pair of jeans in the crowd. There was a burble in the crowd, a commotion forty feet away. "Stop him!" The mass of people, hedged by curved metal bodies, an array of fat-tired sports cars, shifted to see the crier. Eliot Thompson, the car club's president shouted again. "That bastard gouged the Baron". 

Cindy knew the Baron well - the president's beloved '66 Shelby Cobra. Thompson had rescued it from a rusty shell, and had persistently transformed the car to its former grandeur. The Cobra, full of round in all the right places, and showcased in a classic "Guardsman Blue" with broad white stripes, looked as though it had just come off the factory floor. 

The crowd rippled as the culprit pressed through astounded onlookers, then parted and spit the boy out and over the outstretched leg of Brad Walloway. Cindy completed the maneuver, snatching the culprit's passing ear and wrenching it in the direction of Thompson's shout. The boy skidded, Cindy's momentum canceling his own, his body following his ensnared ear. A pry bar clanked at his feet. The crowd parted enough to allow her through, and while most of the the spectators stared angrily at the boy, Cindy noticed Brad's eyes searching for hers. Cindy smiled at Brad and brushed her chest along his as she passed. She inhaled deeply, inches away from his body, her receptors bathing in his aroma, her nose translating the scent into a minute pulsing in her thighs. 

Cindy brought Thompson the boy. The crowd had assumed an awestruck, respectful distance around the Cobra, as though Cindy were a doctor approaching a human body collapsed on the sidewalk. A coarse oval the size of a pizza pierced the glossy finish on the hood, and the beginnings of another mark had been etched under it - an incomplete gang sign, made of jagged metal valleys and cracked flakes of paint. The boy, sensing her distraction, spasmed to loose her grasp, and Cindy regained her lock and ripped his ear toward her. 

"What the hell was that for!?!" Thompson again. The boy shrugged, and Cindy traced his cool glance to a teenaged boy with cropped hair and plentiful facial piercings deep in the crowd. Sensing the dare that happened earlier, Cindy looked at the boy's features. Deep-set don't-give-a-shit eyes, framed by a rugged jawline and a crooked nose twice broken in earlier scuffles. He couldn't have been more than fifteen. Cindy stared a moment, then expelled her breath deeply. 

"Young Offenders Act won't do shit about this." Almost a whisper. Then, to the boy, "Let's not tie up the courts needlessly." 

Sensing another possible escape, the boy bowed his head, dramatizing deep remorse. Unfooled, Cindy pulled back and drove her knee, like a piston, deep into his testicles. The kid collapsed around his groin as if from gunshot. On the periphery Cindy saw the boy's accomplice, eyes wide, a laughing smile formed at his friend's misfortune. The pierced teenager bolted from the crowd. Cindy's prey shouldered people away and waddled quickly from the street. 

Eliot Thompson gave Cindy a frank nod and asked Brad to move the car from the street. "I don't want anyone to see the Baron like this."

The Baron had been moved, and Cindy and others had expressed their anger and condolences. Having moved from the morning unpleasantness, Cindy was enjoying the car show - the warm summer air, and a plethora of cars and people obviously passionate about them. Cindy basked in the heightened sense of men, on a testosterone high from the car show, not-so-secretly staring at her body. Luckily for them, Cindy made it easy.

"And what year is this one?" She leaned toward a bright red Charger, allowing it's owner a full view down her shirt. Men were so easy to play with, and she toyed with him, showing him goods she had no intention of selling. She smiled to herself as he stammered, stating it was a '72. 

Brad approached the car from the other side and made sure he was caught looking at Cindy's ass. "You sure know how to make a guy take notice," he said. 

"You mean this old outfit?", she asked, coyly bringing a hand on either side of her chest, propping her breasts slightly. 

He teased her, "I meant the knee to the kid's junk. He's not going to forget a move like that."

She smiled, drinking in his attention. "He won't do anything that stupid again, I hope. And thank you, Brad for tripping him up and helping Thompson with his car."

"Anytime." A flash of pearly white teeth. "And Cindy?"

"Yes?"

Brad made a show of looking at Cindy's breasts, only partially concealed under her shirt. "I was talking about your shirt." 

"Aw, you're making me blush..."

She felt his eyes on hers now, playful and intense. "I'd like to do a lot more than that." 

Cindy had been around enough to know where he was driving, and she wanted to play. Her eyes held his, and she rose to her full height, her chest stretching out slightly, straining against her shirt. 

"Let's go." 

Brad took Cindy's hand and led her through the crowd, away from Charger and its open-jawed owner, away from the spread of metallic car bodies, away from the noise of men and children boasting and tinkering. Cindy's heart beat loudly in her chest, intoxicated by thoughts of what could come. Brad led her into the alley, and in an alcove sat a Cobra-shaped figure with a fabric shroud. 

Brad pulled the fabric cover from the figure, revealing Thompson's Baron. Cindy looked at the car and touched the scarred paint, as though tracing a cut along a child's cheek. Cindy felt the warmth of Brad's hand on her wrist as she traced the abrasion, the car's low, round front end touching her thigh. Brad whispered something delicate in her ear from behind, his warm breath brushing across her lobe. He caught her ear with a trace of his tongue. "You're in for a treat". 

The Cobra purred to life, the remote starter in Brad's free hand. With the weight of Brad's chest pressing her from behind and the sun-kissed metal hood of the car pressing from the front, Brad leaned close, his lips triggering goosebumps along Cindy's exposed neck. The trembling hood of the car created delicious rhythms at the epicenter of her thighs. Cindy felt Brad slide his hand along hers and kiss her neck with long, full kisses. The rhythm of Brad's heart behind her mimicked the rhythm of the car caressing her front. Brad's hands and hips were at Cindy's back, and Cindy clenched her mouth, loving the car reverberating along her vagina. Brad leaned into Cindy from behind and she smiled heartily, her clit grinding against the polished blue hood. It felt like the start of a threesome, with a lover on each side. She sighed hard, knowing she could eventually cum from this position.

Cindy sensed Brad moving away. He appeared in the car, and locked eyes with her again from inside. Half-sitting in the Baron, Brad pressed the accelerator, not revving the engine which would have been too much pleasure, too fast, but lightly. Even with that minor invitation, Cindy knew the car wanted badly to surge forward with enough power to thrust through her. Instead, anchored to the spot, the engine's increased desire translated like the instincts of a caged, animalistic beast compressed by the car's stationary state. The tremors around Cindy's thighs got more intense.

Cindy stared at Brad through the windshield, her cheeks were flushed and moisture gathered in the skin of her vagina. She stared at Brad through the window and adjusted herself appropriately. He gradually increased the pressure again on the pedal and she leaned onto the car, straddling part of the hood, just slightly, the vibrations reaching deeper inside. Cindy pressed her entire body along the curves of the car, enjoying the vibrations along her pussy, across her belly, and along the supple flesh of her breasts, feeling like hundreds of miniature fingers with groping at her flesh. Cindy's low cut shirt afforded Brad a beautiful vista of Cindy's wonderful round tits and with her eyes, Cindy invited him to burn the image of her chest onto his retinas. 

Cindy locked eyes with him again. Neither could blink. She pressed further along the car, her face almost touching the windshield. If not for a thin veil of glass their lips would touch right now, and her tongue would be tracing along his lips. Brad pressed the pedal further. Cindy, spread eagle and hugging the warmth of the car, moaned with pleasure. Cindy gasped, like an engine about to stall, then gulped air back into her lungs. "Oh, fuck!" Cindy's clit and pussy pulsed twice, cumming on the hood of her personal, pussy-wetting, four-hundred horsepower vibrator. 

Brad went to the front of the car where Cindy's body quivered once more, and she regained her composure. Cindy slid to the front of the hood, half-sitting on the bumper, her legs spread enough that the car, still massaging her ass, continued sending small quakes to her vagina. Cindy's fingers yanked Brad close by the belt loops and she ripped open the buttons of his jeans. Ah! There's that scent - that musk, that car leather smell like sex that comes from his manhood. 

Her hand was cool, all her blood having been pulled to her clit. Cindy enjoyed the contrast of his cock's warmth as she pulled it from his pants. She licked her lips, still staring at him, and opened her mouth slightly to slide the tip just inside. She soon realized that wasn't enough. Her fingers locked in his belt loops, Cindy pulled him forward until there was no space between him and her; until she had his whole penis in her mouth. Cindy felt Brad's hand on the top of her head, involuntarily pulling into her. A grunt escaped his throat. 

The sensation was incredible; the warmth and moisture of his penis and her own warmth and moisture mingled inside her mouth, and the car continued sending pulses along her ass. Cindy inhaled the smell of his sex, then ran her tongue along the cock in her mouth. She felt it form and expand inside her mouth, pushing her tongue aside, and expanding into her cheek. Enraptured, Cindy sucked on the full girth of Brad's cock. She pulled it from her mouth, stroking it in long slow strokes, his glistening penis generating another strand of pre-cum. Cindy played with the liquid with her tongue and licked and licked. The taste of his liquid ignited the fire in her pussy, and Cindy's eager and hungry mouth swallowed his dick. Brad grunted and Cindy finally looked up at him, knowing how hot it was for him to see the pleasure in her eyes as she sucked. She moaned, moving the length of her tongue along the length of the cock. She pulled the hard member from her mouth, her lips moist, and her breathing shallow from blowing him. "You have to fuck me."

Cindy scrambled backward up the hood. She slid her damp panties aside, and ran a finger just inside her slit. Her finger glistened with moisture from her wet, wet cunt. 

Brad was on top of her immediately, gliding his dick confidently inside, filling her like he did her mouth. Again their juices mingled. The car's vibrations subtly massaged her while Brad placed his entire cock inside Cindy's hungry pussy. Cindy's glistening lips dragged along his cock, coating it with her juices with every entry and near exit. Brad's hands appeared on either side of her, bracing himself to thrust fully inside. Cindy bit her lip and whimpered slightly, feeling his cock fill her. Cindy and Brad's bodies pressed together and she licked his lips, wanting every part of him deep inside her. She kissed him hungrily, sucking on his tongue.

Cindy pulled her thighs further apart, increasing the range of Brad's movement inside her. Brad thrust his cock forward like a Mustang. He continued pumping into her pussy, her thighs welcoming each penetration. Cindy was flush, a thin layer of sweat on her breasts, and sounds of pleasure from her throat. Her heart pounded in sync with the pounding in her cunt. Brad's hard cock slid through Cindy's juice in and out, in and out of her body. "Keep... keep fucking me," she managed to say.

Then, Cindy trembled as her clit pulsed twice as his lubricated cock rubbed it from the inside. "Aauugghh." Her sweet cry of orgasm. "You feel so good inside me." Brad impaled her again and again, each time reaching further into her cunt, his balls slapping against its opening. Suddenly his body tensed, contorted. His eyes closed and his face froze. Brad let out his own guttural breaths. She felt his groin tension, then quiver, then spasm. Cindy felt a throbbing pulse in her pussy as he sprayed semen inside her. Brad's orgasm continued as his cock loaded another stream of cum into Cindy. Brad groaned again, pushing his hips farther forward. His penis twitched twice more, and erupted deep inside her cunt. Cindy was full of his cum. 

Brad leaned forward and held her for an instant. It felt good to have him still inside. 

In his post-coital bliss, Brad killed the engine. Cindy sprawled across the hood and purred. "Well. That would have scratched the paint."



Mustang Claire's Gift



My life had changed a lot over the past two years. A new job, a new city, and a new romantic interest, were only three of the many transitions I had made. 

Claire, was the only girl I had dated through college. Deeply in love, we'd shared an off-campus apartment throughout our academic years. It saved us a lot of money, and filled our hearts with the security of having someone we loved so close while working hard on our educational goals. After college, then law school, we'd returned to our native city. We continued living together in Smallton, each working in a different law firm. Neither Claire nor I ever questioned that one day we'd marry and raise a family, right there in Plainview. 

However, we soon learned that life is nothing if not unpredictable. As our careers matured, changes in our personal goals pulled us in different directions. I got a promotion which meant I would have to work in a city over a hundred miles away. Claire couldn't move there with me. She knew that walking away from the prestigious local law firm she worked for, would seriously derail her promising career. After eight wonderful years together, separating had been the hardest decision either of us had ever made. Although we were still deeply in love, the economic reality of our lives, and the need to build successful careers, won the battle.

We reasoned that love like ours would survive any distance. Claire and I shared a dream that we'd soon be established, professionally, and be able to resume our lives together. "Once we've made names for ourselves, we'll start a husband and wife practice in Plainview," we rationalized. 

Over the next several months we struggled to adapt to living apart. We'd call, text, and occasionally meet for a weekend of togetherness and sexual abandon. After a year of long distance romance, we both felt the strain. Only in our late twenties, we both needed someone to share our daily lives with, and we knew we were slowly growing apart. After a great deal of soul searching, we'd decided we should see other people. 

By this particular weekend, Claire had recently begun dating a successful young corporate farmer, in the Plainview area. I'd started seeing a female associate from my new firm. Her name was Melanie, a beautiful redheaded lawyer, originally from Philadelphia.

My heart was rooted in Southern NY, so about once a month, I'd spend the weekend at my nineteenth century farm house in Plain View.

It was one of my Plainview weekends. Melanie had come home with me. I was a bit ashamed of my clandestine thoughts that Melanie was appropriately named. But then, how could a newborn's parents know she'd grow up to be so well endowed? We were nicely settled in for a romantic Saturday night. Downton Abbey was playing on the big screen TV, and I was in the kitchen checking on dinner. It was going to be the perfect evening. Then my cell phone rang. 

"Hello, Jackie," she said softly. "I see you're home this weekend. What are you doing?"

Everybody on Earth but one, calls me Jake. It had to be my ex-girlfriend, Claire. I couldn't breathe. 

*****

"Claire?" I asked, trying hard not to catch my breath. My mind was racing.

"It can't be Claire!" I thought. 

"Surprise!" she said. "It's me!"

"Holy shit!" I stammered. "Oh my god! I did not expect to hear from you!"

"I'm so sorry. Is this not a good time?" Claire asked. "Is Melanie with you?" 

"Yes, she is" I replied. "She came home with me this weekend". "Duh!" I thought. "Of course she came home with me, or she wouldn't be here."

"I guess you can't chat, then, Jackie." Claire laughed. "That's okay. I didn't call to chat. I came to get you. Meet me at the convenience store," she said. "I won't keep you long. There's something I need to show you." Claire wasn't asking. She knew I couldn't say "no" to her, so why bother asking. 

"But, it's the first time Melanie's been down," I pleaded. "For God's sake Claire, I... I... I'm in the middle of cooking dinner for her," I stammered. "My homemade spaghetti sauce is simmering. I just poured the 'Love My Goat' wine. I can't abandon her to go see you." My mind was racing, devising a plan to get out of the house for awhile. "You know, you haven't called since we split. You never even returned my texts. I'm sorry Claire, tonight won't work." 

My mind was trying to process everything that was happening. Suddenly, after nearly a year, I'm hearing Claire's voice. She's a quarter mile away, and wants to see me right now. "Why?" I wondered, "after such a long time? What the hell does she have to show me? What could be that important?" 

"I thought it was best to not be in contact, so we could get on with our lives. I was wrong," Claire said. "When did we ever care what anybody else thinks?" Claire asked, chuckling. "I have to get right back home, anyway. Jackie, I really want to show you. I's something no one else ever has ever seen. It was inspired by you, and I want to know what you think."

"Christ, Claire! Why are you doing this?" I whined, playfully. But, as Claire no doubt knew it would, the subtle stirring in my pants had already made up my mind. "Okay, but this has to be quick. You're already there, aren't you?"

"I'm parked behind the store, right now," Claire breathed softly.

* * * * *

"Melanie, honey. I have to fly down to the store. I need oregano, or this sauce won't come out worth a crap," I lied to Melanie for the first time. "I'll be right back." Only Claire had the power to make me lie to Melanie. Feeling guilty, I clandestinely pocketed my nearly new container of McCormick oregano. I turned my cell phone off, laid it on the kitchen counter, and kissed Melanie good-bye. I practically sprinted to my car. 

* * * * *

"Hi there!" I said. Then I saw Claire's face for the first time in over a year. "Wow! You're more beautiful than ever!" Every time I had ever seen her, Her looks had the same impact on me, even when we lived together. I'd momentarily stopped breathing. That reaction was one of the things that had kept our relationship new for eight years. It didn't matter if we'd been working in the yard and covered with dirt, sweaty from a long run, or just getting out of the shower. Every time I saw her, I would automatically be ready for sex. My cock would jump in my pants, my mouth would become dry, and all I wanted was to touch her and feel her warm skin against mine.

I automatically leaned in for a kiss. When our open mouths met, it was the same familiar kiss we'd always shared. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth, like always. I took a deep breath. "I guess I'm sitting on the driver's side, huh? We don't have time for a ride, Claire," I said. "I told Melanie I just needed spice for my sauce, so I can't be gone long."

"Jump in, Jack. I can stretch out more here on the passenger side," Claire purred. "These long legs need lots of room." Her voice was low, sultry, teasing. She stroked her own thigh, knowing the effect her long legs had on my libido. "I'm more comfortable over here." Claire smiled. "I have a confession, Jackie. Now I've got you. I'm not so sure you'll get back to her very soon." 

Her seat was all the way back. She was wearing very short shorts, and those epic legs stretched for miles in front of her. They were as perfect, white, and shapely, as I remembered. They were a stunning sight I thought I'd never see again.

Her tone, and a faint whiff of her perfume, brought all my senses to attention. She was wearing my favorite perfume, and my subconscious reflexively made an instant connection between it and sex. My brain was overwhelmed by the sensory stimulation of her beauty, perfume, and intimate view of her thirty-six inch inseam. I could virtually feel the sensation of those velvety thighs closing on my face, and smell the delicate fragrance of her sex. I'd stopped breathing once again. Like a switch had been flicked to "ON", I could feel an erection growing in my shorts.

"So, how have you been?" she sighed. "I have missed you so much. I think of you so many times, each day."

"I think of you often, too," I heard myself say. Suddenly my mouth was bone dry, and my tongue three sizes too large. My mumbled words were no more than a whisper.

"You've got a hard on, don't you?" Claire asked with her classic million dollar smile. Even in the dim light behind the convenience store, I could see her eyes sparkle the way they always did when she won. Won anything. A game, a bet, a race in her Mustang, or discovered wood in my pants while we were just talking.

"No, I don't," I lied.

"Oh yes, you do," she whispered. "Your voice gives you away. It's that huge case of desert mouth you get around me." She reached over and laid her hand on the bulge in my shorts. "You still get it!" My lie was exposed. In the seconds between her mentioning my erection, and touching it, it had become fully engorged. "I'm glad to see you, too," she said to my erection, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.

"No, I was actually thinking about..." I trailed off.

"Melanie? Sure you were. That's why you couldn't remember her name," Claire laughed her deep, sexy laugh. 

That laugh was so sensual, I always said it originated in her pussy, growing sexier by the inch as it worked it's way through her lengthy body to her throat. By now, I couldn't conceal my wood if I'd wanted to. I didn't want to. Our lips met again. I lost all track of time. Her lips on mine, and her hands squeezing my cock, were the only things in the world that mattered.

*****

"I hate to change the subject," I said, lifting my lips from hers. "But, didn't you have something to show me?" I knew what I was hoping she'd show me, but I was quite sure that would not be what she was planning.

"I do want to show you something very special. First, I want to see what you have for me," she said, still whispering.

As we'd kissed, Claire had been slowly sliding her ass closer. Now as close as bucket seats allow, she stopped caressing my hard-on long enough to slip her soft hand inside the oversized leg of my running shorts. She gently cupped my balls. Her hand was hot and moist, as she hefted and gently squeezed them.

My cock jumped and pulsated like I was about to come. Claire noticed the twitch, and wrapped her fingers tightly around the shaft. "Just like I remember. As hard as a rail road spike, and yet so silky and smooth." she whispered dreamily. Her firm grip kept me from spurting a handful of cum onto her hand and the Mustang's seat.

The feel of her strong, gentle fingers, around my cock erased the year that had passed since we'd been together. It felt just like it did the last time we'd made love. It may be a cliche, but it was as though time had stood still.

"My god! You're making my mouth water." she said softly. "I've got to taste your cock before I drown on my own saliva!"

"Well, my love, we can't have a drowning," I said. 

Claire deftly pulled the loose leg of my exercise shorts up so that my cock and balls were fully available. "Oooooh." she whispered, and slowly worked her soft hand up and down the shaft. Her face was now about three inches from my ten inch dick.

"Just like I picture it when I close my eyes," she moaned. "Sometimes, at the office, I go into the lounge and masturbate picturing your cock, imagining how it fills my mouth, and how sweet it tastes." 

She lowered her head and licked the tip. My cock jerked back toward my belly, in a little 'happy dance'. For the first time since I was a teenager, I thought I was going to blow my load prematurely. I watched her face as she placed her lips around the corona. 

The heat of her mouth felt like a fire on my cock. I laid my head back, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation. I wasn't going to try to delay coming. If she made me come, even if she'd already had an orgasm, I knew she'd swallow my load, lick me clean, and suck me hard again. There would be no interruption. We'd just keep making love until we were both exhausted.

Claire's gentle lips felt so familiar. She had been a virgin the first time we made love. An enthusiastic lover, she loved to suck my cock. During the hundreds of lovemaking sessions that we'd shared over the course of eight years together, she perfected her blow jobs to an art form. No other woman ever had, or probably ever would, feel this good doing this sublime act. I hadn't even dared think this would ever happen again, but unless I was dreaming, it was suddenly happening. I would have thought I was dreaming, but for a distant clang of a dumpster lid slamming. I opened one eye and saw a store clerk walking away from the store's dumpster, toward the back door. This was really happening!

"Claire, that's amazing," I murmured. "Your tongue is still velvet, and your fingers are still magic. This is heaven. I must have died, and you're an angel." 

Her tongue was making lazy circles around my cock's head, and she was stroking slowly, her eyes meeting mine. That did it. Suddenly, my cock began pulsating and shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her welcoming mouth. Claire sealed her lips around my cock head, then swallowed the shaft until I was buried balls deep in her mouth. The cum was shooting straight down her throat. When the strongest pulsations stopped, she moved her head up and down the shaft, milking me until she was sure she'd swallowed the last drop. Then, just like she always had, she kept the head of my cock in her mouth, gently licking and sucking it until she's swallowed every trace of cum. When my cock was perfectly clean, she licked her lips, swallowed one more time, and sat up to kiss me. She had always been proud that she never lost a drop of cum. Claire used to say she, "wanted every bit of me inside her, that she could get."

My cock had stayed rock hard, and she still held it in her hand, gently stroking it.

"Oh, you're very much alive," she whispered. She softly kissed my lips again, the faint taste of my cum on her tongue. "Jack, right now I feel more alive than I have for the last two years." Her face was tilted upward, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted in a dreamlike smile. Once again, I had the feeling that we hadn't been apart at all. 

Sex with the person you love, is the most beautiful thing on earth. We were totally caught up in the moment. Claire closed her eyes and slowly lowered her mouth back to my cock. She began licking the head and top couple of inches of the shaft. Paradise.

After about five minutes of gentle licking, an occasional wet suck making a "pop" when she pulled her mouth off my cock's helmet, I was about to come again. Before filling Claire's mouth with a second load of hot cream, I whispered a quiet warning. Tempting fate, she risked taking a couple more deep thrusts, burying half of my cock in her warm mouth. She was showing great restraint. I knew she loved to swallow the entire shaft, and could 'deep throat' all night. But she knew what that would do to me, so she stopped with only half of my turgid member inside her mouth. Then she slowly worked her lips up the shaft, instinctively tightening her grip around the base, so I wouldn't come. Once more we shared a long, deep kiss. The mixture of her taste and mine, was an aphrodisiac which made my cock throb again, jumping in her hand. She felt my cock pulsating, and moaned softly.

"Jack, would you like to see what I came to show you, now?" she whispered. "Or, would you like to come in my throat again, then see it?"

"Yes! I mean either or both would be great! I love to come in your throat, and I'm also curious about what you want to show me. You know? By the way Claire, you've already shown me a lot more than I ever expected." I said. "I love you so much."

Even with the seat all the way back, she couldn't straighten her legs completely. She quickly unbuttoned her skimpy shorts, slid them off her full hips, down her legs, and kicked them off her feet. Commando! The sweet odor of her sex filled my nostrils. Without a thought, I reached to stroke her silky thigh. Claire took my hand and pulled it tight against her sopping wet pussy. My two middle fingers automatically found their way into her steaming pussy. The dampness was completely covering her puffy vaginal lips. Her pussy juice had run down between her butt cheeks. A wet spot had formed on the Mustang's leather seat. I'd seen, felt, and tasted her wetness hundreds of times before, but this was the wettest I'd ever seen her. I love the taste of her juices, so clean and sweet. Looking into Claire's eyes, as I slipped my dripping fingers into my mouth. I wanted to suck her flavor into my soul and let it permeate my very being. Christ! How could anyone's pussy taste so fresh? So delicious?  

I placed my fingers back on soft folds of her slippery slit. Only then did I notice something different. "Claire, you're little pussy is trimmed completely different!" I exclaimed. "I love it! It's wonderful! Your pussy is so much easier to see and get to than when your bush was longer."

"So, do you like the new me?" Claire purred? "I did it just for you, this evening. I wanted to see you, and I was masturbating thinking about you. That's when I came up with the idea of making my lips and clit more accessible. I did it just for you."

"For me? You mean... I really am the only one who's seen your new look?" I asked slowly?

"Yes, silly. I did it for you, so I wanted you to see it first. What's the verdict, your Honor?"

"I love it!" I said. I had been barely breathing since Claire had removed her shorts, and I suddenly gasped for air. 

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Your scent, feel, and sight of your beautiful pussy... I forgot to breathe," I laughed. "You know, that happened the first several times I helped you undress. Do you remember? I couldn't believe your body then, and nine years later, you're even more beautiful, and it's even harder to believe." 

"The first time was on my nineteenth birthday, remember?" she mused.

"I will never forget. You were working in my buddy Harry's drug store. Over time, you and I had become friends. We'd done a little harmless flirting."

"Um humm. You were always stopping in to see Harry and hanging out in the store. Sometimes you'd help us girls restock shelves. I always schemed to work with you. My friend Jen knew I had a crush on you, so she always let us work together. The first time we touched we were moving a display. Your hand brushed mine when you tried to get a better grip. I got so wet I soaked my panties. I was shaking so bad, and trying to hide it. I had to go to the restroom to compose myself. Good god! I was a virgin. I came as soon as I touched my clit. I didn't dare make a move on you then, but I knew I'd get a chance someday."

My fingers were still touching her pussy, making gentle circular motions on the firm nub of her clitoris. Claire was wetter than ever. She kept stroking me, occasionally wetting her fingers on her pussy, using her natural lube on my cock.

"You took me by surprise on your birthday. We'd never even held hands before then. Suddenly, you showed up at my door, and everything changed." I reminisced. 

"You were the birthday present I had planned to give myself," she whispered. "I had dinner and birthday cake with my parents. Then, I told them I was going to go celebrate with Jen. I drove straight to your house."

"When I got there, you looked stunned. I had to ask you if I could come inside. You invited me in and late that night, I gave you my virginity." Claire had a distant look in her eyes as she recalled that landmark birthday. "It was the start of something wonderful. I'm glad you like the new landscape, Jackie. Now, I have another surprise for you," she whispered. 

*****

"I can't wait." I whispered. "How could it possibly be as exciting as the one you just gave me?" I couldn't imagine anything any better than what had just happened, what I'd just seen, and the sex that was sure to follow.




Mustang Claire's Gift



"Oh, you'll like this even better, baby," she smiled.

Claire slowly reached for the two buttons that fastened her shirt. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, but with her firm breasts, she often didn't.

The skimpy shirt fell open, revealing her second big surprise. Her once average size breasts could no longer be classified as 'average'. The two pale globes, proudly standing high on her chest, were at least a C cup. The change from the firm B's I'd always loved, was startling. I managed a choked, "wow." 

"I'm sure you're wondering what happened. I've been helping Jeff on the farm. There's a lot of lifting, throwing hay bales, and shoveling all sorts of things. Exercising more and eating more, I've gained ten pounds in the last year. In filling out my curves, a couple of pounds of it ended up right here, where I needed it most," she smiled. "I was happy with what I had, but I'm very pleased by the addition. I even feel sexier. I'm a little more padded everywhere, but not fat, do you think? If it had all gone to my butt, I'd have died," she said with that sexual laugh. 

"They're perfect," I said, catching myself. "Hell sweetheart, they were perfect before. Now there's even more perfection to love."

Claire's hand had only left my cock for a few seconds while she removed her shorts and unbuttoned her top. She was still gently stroking up and down my shaft. She bent to suck the head a few seconds, swirling her tongue around the tip. Her over salivating had not stopped, and her saliva mixed with the pussy juice from her hand. My cock became slipperier and wetter every time she sucked it into her mouth. For a few seconds she put her cheek against my stomach, lovingly studying my cock. Still stroking me, she said, "Jack, I have our old two person sleeping bag in the trunk. What do you say we go somewhere and get out of this car?"

She didn't need to explain. We'd spent many star-lit nights making love on the double sized bag we'd picked up five years earlier, for a weekend in Maine. Claire sat up while I toggled the switch, moving the seat forward. I started the Mustang and drove to a secluded spot we both knew, on a nearby dirt road. I parked behind a stand of pine trees with branches that touched the ground. Claire hit the trunk release button in the glove box. I grabbed the sleeping bag and laid it on the ground between the Mustang and the pines.

* * * * *

Claire didn't bother covering up when she moved from the car to the sleeping bag. She said the warm summer night air felt good on her skin. Her breasts had a new motion they hadn't had a year ago. They swayed slightly as she moved. The gentle breeze made her barely visible light pink nipples stand out another quarter inch. In the moonlight I could see what I had been missing for over so long. Six feet of breathtakingly gorgeous woman, long shapely legs, curved hips, tiny waist, and perfect breasts. Everything was capped by a classically beautiful face. Her wide, full lipped mouth, was made for smiling and lovemaking. Her sculptured equine nose, deep blue eyes, and naturally golden hair were what wet dreams were made of. 

I took her hand and helped her lie down on the open sleeping bag. When she was comfortable, I stretched out beside her.

We kissed deeply. Her lips never leaving mine, Claire slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it off then pushed my shorts down. We'd been together for over a half hour. My erection still raged, and when I touched her pussy, it was still sopping wet and steaming hot. I broke the kiss as Claire used her foot to push my shorts off my feet. I let my lips trail down her long neck. I took my time, exploring her beautiful breasts, sucking gently on her nipples. I kissed my way downward, across her flat belly, to the golden strip of short curls remaining above the pouting cleft of her fragrant pussy.

By the time my mouth reached Claire's nether lips, my feet had worked their way past her head. Her sensuous lips were lazily working on my cock. We hadn't said a word since we'd parked. No words were necessary. Our bodies were saying it all.

*****

"I do love the feel of your cock in my mouth," she murmured, releasing me for a few seconds. "I've awakened wet, in the middle of the night, so many times, dreaming about sucking your cock. It's a perfect fit. Luckily, I have a big mouth."

"Claire, everything about you is perfection. You taste so sweet, my mouth waters whenever I think about eating your pussy. You should know, I think about it a lot!"

My lips and tongue were loving her pussy. I could smell and taste the faint flavor of strawberries. That was a new addition to our lovemaking. I liked it.

"This is wonderful," she said. "But it's been a long time and I'm dying to feel your big cock inside me right now."

"I thought you'd never ask," I said. "I know you love my tongue, and I didn't want to deprive you of 'lip service', baby." 

"We definitely will get back to that, sweetheart. But right now, I want you inside me!"

I twisted around unitl our feet were in the same direction. My lips were still fastened to her juicy pussy, my tongue was circling her clit like a feather. After a minute, I began kissing and licking my way back up her body. Claire's saliva coating made my cock felt cool in the night air.

As we kissed, my cock found her soaking pussy. Like a heat seeking missile drawn to it's target I slowly sank inside her steamy opening. Claire reached between us, and pulled my cock out of her pussy. She began rubbing my pecker up and down her wet opening. She rubbed it against her clitoris for a few seconds, and moaned at the effect that had on her body. I nearly exploded, but sensing it, Claire tightened her thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft. The urge to come quickly passed, and she resumed slowly rubbing my cock up and down her pussy lips. I closed my eyes and let the feelings flow over my body like waves on a Caribbean beach.

* * * * *

Claire lie on her back, my weight pressed against her body. Her eyes were closed. A euphoric smile played on her lips. I'd seen this contented look before, and it pulled my heart closer to this beautiful woman who'd come to share pleasure with me, if only for tonight.

She gently placed the head of my cock between her swollen pussy lips. I felt her wrap her legs around me, and almost imperceptibly, she began moving her pussy upward toward me. My cock effortlessly slipped into her dripping opening. When about an inch was inside her, she began working her pussy mussels. Using only the grip of her pussy, she pulled me slowly inside until my balls were against her anus. The heat from her sex was so intense, even naked in the cool night air, I began to sweat. We were as relaxed and comfortable as we'd always been. I couldn't help but thinking that this was the way it is supposed to be between a man and woman in love. I gave in to the moment and let it consume me.

Claire's soft moans started out as a gentle sigh. Slowly, they began to build until she was nearly screaming. I covered her mouth with mine, our tongues doing a frantic dance of love. We began to move together, rocking gently at first, then gradually harder until we were hammering each other to heighten the sensations. We wanted to be completely fused to one another. We were striving to become one, as we slammed together harder and harder. 

"I'm coming!" Claire cried out. "Fuck me harder, baby! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh my god, Jake, I'm commmmmming! 

"Oh, Claire! I'm coming tooooo!" I yelled. 

"Oh, please, Jake," she begged. "Cum in my mouth! I need to taste more of your cum. I've missed it so much!"

The dam was about to burst. I quickly pulled out of her pussy. She moaned at the loss of fullness, but I moved fast to get my cock to her mouth before it began to spew. She took it in both hands and pulled it to her lips, placing just the head in her mouth. She sealed her lips around the shaft, and began wildly milking it, moaning loudly. I was more than ready to come, and began ejaculating almost immediately, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into her welcoming mouth. After what seemed like forever, the spasms subsided. She tickled me with her tongue which caused me to pulsate a few more times, until I was drained once again. Claire let my cock slip out of her mouth and looked at it like it was treasure, glistening in the moonlight. She licked a couple of errant drops of cum off the knob, then placed it against her cheek. Her eyes were closed, and she looked totally at peace. I moved to lie face to face with her. 

I lay on my side, looking down at Claire's face. Her eyes were closed, still holding my cock against her cheek. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and smiled. With a wink, she began licking me again. She started by licking my balls, then she licked up, down, and around the shaft, covering every millimeter. In a few minutes, I could feel my cock twitch as blood began to engorge it once more. She was getting me ready for more lovemaking, but I could never have guessed what was coming next.

When my cock was rock hard, Claire smiled seductively and asked, "How would you like to give me a back rub, baby?" I could never refuse that request. Now, I began to fantasize of what this may be leading to. 

Time no longer mattered. The only thing in each of our worlds at that moment, was the other.

"You better roll over then, baby," I said. "I've dreamed about giving you a 'back rub' almost as much as I've dreamed of the taste of your pussy."

Claire quickly flipped over. Her pale body seemed to glow in the moonlight. Once again, I had to catch my breath. Though she was slim, her hips widened dramatically, invitingly. Her butt was so firm I knew I could crack an egg on it. She had an ass any straight man would die to see, and kill to touch. I wanted this vision to last as long as possible, so I started high, kneading Claire's neck with my strong fingers. No hurry now, I payed close attention to every detail of every muscle, as I slowly worked my way down to her spectacular buttocks. 

Except for an occasional moan, Claire was silent as I carefully kneaded each perfect globe. I could feel the flesh grow warmer, and the scent of her pussy became stronger as it became even wetter from my touch. I gently parted her ass cheeks, and with the lightest touch possible, brushed my index finger across her tiny pink orifice. Again, a whiff of strawberries. When my finger touched her butt hole, Claire's whole body quivered. She shuddered with a deep sigh. The strawberry scent. The back rub. I now knew what she planned for tonight's grand finally. What a woman! What a lover! Knowing me as well as she did, she had applied the strawberry lube before we met in the parking lot. I was breathless with anticipation of what lie ahead.

I wet my thumb in my mouth, and gently pressed it against the tight opening as my fingers cupped her dripping pussy. The sweet fragrance of her sex, filled the air. Claire was moaning softly as I rubbed my thumb in small circles over the puckered opening. I was intoxicated by the scent of her steaming pussy and the fragrance of strawberries. My raging hard on throbbed to the beat of by pounding heart.

"What do you want, baby?" I teased. "What would you like?"

"You know what I want," she whispered. "Don't tease me. Just give it to me."

"I'm not sure. It's been such a long time since we made love, I don't want to get my signals crossed," I chuckled softly.

"There's no crossing of signals," she murmured. "You know what I want."

"I don't. You're going to have to tell me. I'd hate to get it wrong," I said, smiling in the darkness.

"Jack, stop playing with me. I want you to stick your tongue in my ass. I want you to lick my ass. First, I want you to fuck me with your tongue, then stick your big cock in my ass!" Claire was very assertive. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it right now.

"Did you bring any lube?" I asked feigning innocence.

"Silly boy!" she murmured. "I know you can smell the strawberries. Have you forgotten how wet I am? Just stick your cock in my pussy for a few minutes, and it'll be wet enough to stick anywhere you want."

Still massaging her pink opening, I could feel her sphincter begin to relax. Slowly, gently, I slipped the tip of my thumb inside. I slid two fingers inside her sopping pussy. I asked, "Are you sure? It feels awfully tight, and my cock is a lot bigger than my thumb. Let me just slip a couple more fingers in first, to see."

When I said that, Claire shuddered and moaned softly, pushing her ass against my thumb, even harder. 

I slowly slipped my thumb and fingers out of her openings and placed my tongue against her tight little anus. I could taste strawberries as Claire pushed her ass back against my warm tongue. It easily slipped inside as far as I could get it. "Lick me! Slip it in and out, Jack!" she moaned. "Your tongue feels so damned good. It's been a year since anyone has even touched me there. Jesus, I love that!"

I slipped my tongue in and out of her ass again and again, with a slow 'fucking' rhythm. I gently picked up the pace, until I was steadily fucking her ass with my tongue, while Claire moaned and purred in her pleasure. The tight little hole was incredibly wet and slippery. As I continued tonguing her ass, I slowly slipped my index finger in too. I worked my finger and tongue together, nearly out of her ass and back in, until my finger was going in all the way. Her sphincter continued relaxing until I could easily slip two fingers in. That's when she started begging for more.

"Faster, Jack!" she growled softly. "Faster, and harder! I want you slam into me hard. It feels so damn good!"

As I kept slipping my wet fingers in and out of her tight butt, it continued to relax. When I felt her sphincter loosen up a little more, I let a third finger join the lucky first two, my tongue no longer in play. A loud sigh came from Claire's lips, accompanied by something that sounded like a soft sob. 

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, stopping my thrusts. "Are you all right?"

"I'm more than all right," she said. "I'm crying, but they're tears of joy. I know you always wished I'd do this with you. I know you always wanted anal sex. Since we broke up, I've realized how much I really want to give my ass to you. To only you, Jack. It's so intimate and beautiful. It's giving yourself completely, and totally trusting another person." 

"This is fantastic, Claire. Coming to see me has made my year. Offering me your ass, and surrendering yourself completely to me is unbelievable. I love you so much." I blurted out.

"I love you too, Jack," Claire purred. "I want to give myself to you completely. I've never said it before but, I want to give you everything I have. Fuck my ass, Jack. It'll be like your fucking my very soul."

I'd never heard her say anything like that before. Even considering the way she'd been talking about sex from the minute we met that night, it was still a total surprise.

"Are you sure you're ready, baby?" I asked, fully knowing that she was boiling over with the desire to have my stiff cock shoved in her tight little butt. "Are you ready to have my cock all the way up your ass?"

"Oh, god yes!" she moaned. "I want your hard ten inches in my ass all the way, for as long as you can keep fucking me."

"My pleasure, sweetheart," I chuckled. "Like you said, I'll fuck your pussy to make sure it's nice and slippery. Then I'll fuck your ass for as long as you like. I want this to be the perfect butt fuck."

"I want it so badly," she said. "Lie on your back, so I can fuck you with my tight little ass."

I pulled my fingers out of her ass and rolled to the side so she could get on top. Above me in the moonlight, Claire was spectacular. She towered above me, her breasts swaying gently and her long blond hair falling around her shoulders as she moved to straddle me.

*****

Claire took my stiff cock in her hand. She rubbed it up and down her sopping slit, then gently lowered herself until it slipped completely into her pussy. She smiled down at me in the moon light. I must have been gaping like an amazed child. She reached down and stuck two fingers my open mouth. They tasted of her juices, so I sucked them dry while she wiggled them in a slow circle in my mouth. Still smiling, she hovered with only an inch of my cock inside her pussy. Then with a hint of surprise in her eyes, Claire slowly lowered herself on my cock until her crotch was pressed tightly against mine. She slowly raised up, until only the head of my cock was between her lips, then she dropped down all the way, with one thrust. "Oh god!" she exclaimed, then began rocking gently. Her eyes closed, and her head fell back in ecstasy. 

"That feels so good in my pussy. I'd love to keep you in there forever," she whispered. "But I want your big cock in my ass, and I want it right now."

"Thank god! I thought you'd changed your mind." I teased. "I wasn't going to complain. Only a crazy man would complain about being inside the hottest, wettest, tightest, pussy on earth."

"I know," she said playfully. She slowly rose until my cock popped out of her wet pussy. It stood straight up, like a ten inch rocket in the moonlight. I could see her trimmed pussy hovering above my anticipatory erection. Claire held my cock with one hand, and slowly rubbed it across both of her openings. It was hot and slippery from her juices. When the tip pressed into her strawberry lubed anus, I suddenly felt even more heat. As she lowered herself, my cock easily slipped in about half an inch. Claire's eyes open a bit wider, and she moaned softly. She stopped a few seconds to let her sphincter relax for my cock's spongy tip. With the full moon lighting her face, I could see her eyes staring into mine. A slight smile played at her lips, as she whispered, "I love you so much, Jack."

As she said she loved me, she let her ass slip further down my shaft. "Jesus, that feels so damn good. I've dreamed about us doing this since we separated. All those times you wanted my ass, and I wouldn't let you have it. What a waste." Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open slightly. She was completely relaxed, savoring the intense pleasure she was feeling.

"I love you too," I whispered. "I have always wanted to have you anally. I mean, your ass is so beautiful, it just begs for it. I hinted, but I wanted you to want it too. It's a gift to be given by a woman, not to be taken by her man."

"I know that now," she said. "It's wonderful. I feel so full. It's so exciting to give you something that I've never shared with anyone else. I've only ever wanted to do this with you. I was thinking about you one day and I remembered you saying my ass was begging to be fucked. Out of nowhere, I started feeling a need there. I'd never felt it before, but whenever I've felt it since, it's always tied to thoughts of you."

It was surreal. We were chatting casually, like the best friends and long time lovers we were, while Claire towered above me with all ten inches of my cock in her ass.

"Let's just enjoy the feeling, baby," I said. "Now that it's finally happening, I want us both to savor all the feelings, physical and emotional."

Claire started slowly sliding up and down, maybe an inch or inch and a half, driving me crazy. I was completely inside her butt with every stroke. I could feel her dripping pussy's soaking my pubic hair, and the cool air on my cock when she rose up. She'd begun to finger her moist slit, and she was gently rubbing her clitoris in a slow circular motion. Her moans grew louder, and more urgent. Her strokes began to quicken. Her fingers on her clit moved faster and faster. I knew I could not stand such intense feelings much longer, without coming inside her ass. Then, as though she could read my mind, she said, "Oh god Jake! I'm coming! Cum inside me! Come in my ass! Shoot your hot cum right up my fucking ass!" 




Mustang Claire's Gift



I'd never heard Claire use that language, but I didn't question it. I felt the same way. The difference was, even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't speak. 

Suddenly, it felt like a dam bursting. Claire began to moan and grunt loudly, as her body shuddered in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her orgasm brought me to the brink, and my cock kept pace with her as it exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into the furnace that was ass. After our simultaneous orgasms subsided, Claire lay flat on my body. Her lips found mine, and she began to explore my mouth with her tongue. She held my face in her hands, stretched out on me, my cock still in her ass. Surprisingly, my erection remained. We were both glad, as neither of us wanted break the connection. 

Claire's kisses slowly ended, and I realized that she had fallen asleep, my cock still inside her tight ass. As much as I wanted it to last forever, I knew we both had to get back to the people we were currently involved with. I kissed her face. "Wake up, sweetheart. We better get going, or we'll have a lot of explaining to do."

"Ohhhh, you're still in my butt!" she purred. "I thought it would hurt, but it didn't. I wish I could make love to you with my ass all night."

"Honey, I'm afraid we've both been away too long. I don't want you to have trouble with Jeff," I said. I was trying to hide my jealousy.

"I've been gone a long time, but I can handle him alright," Claire said. "He feels lucky that I'm with him. He never questions where I'm going or how long I'm out."

"Well, you're lucky there," I said. "Melanie will be madder than hell. I told her I'd be back in a few minutes and it's been over two hours. The dinner I was cooking, has probably either burned up or been thrown out, by now. I guess it's a good thing she'll be mad. I wouldn't have sex her tonight anyway, after making love with you."

"Jack, I was thinking the same thing. I'm telling Jeff I'm tired, and have a headache. He'll be okay with that." Claire smiled sheepishly.

* * * * *

We rolled up the sleeping bag and stashed it in the Mustang's trunk. I got out of Clair's car a few minutes later, behind the convenience store. She came around to get behind the wheel. The lighthearted mood we'd shared since she picked me up, was gone. We looked into each others eyes in the dim light. We melted again into each others arms. Our kiss went on for minutes, as we explored each others mouths one last time. 

When the kiss ended, I saw tears down both of Claire's cheeks. That solitary tear broke my heart all over again. We were still very much in love. Why were we saying good-bye once again? 

In the yellow glow of the mercury vapor lights, a cloud came over the full moon. Large raindrops began to fall. I pulled the car door open so she could get out of the rain. I wondered if she was thinking what I was.



Mustang Fever



“What would it take to make the deal?” she asked.

I smiled even though I was tired of the hassle of buying a new Car. She truly was a beautiful woman, I estimated her to be in her mid to late thirties. She had shoulder length blond hair, a beautiful face and great shape accented by her tight fitting skirt. I remember her telling me she had been promoted to sales agent after working in customer service department for several years. She appeared to be very successful, she certainly got my attention in a short amount of time. Perhaps I was horny and I just like being around a beauty like her. I must admit I wanted to know how she would feel in my arms, and the thought of fucking her crossed my mind several times in our negotiating, but I was here to buy a car. It was a car dealership not a brothel. 

“Were only a few dollars apart, I’m sure we can work something out,” she said with a pretty smile. “What do I have to do to make this deal work?”

“How far are you willing to go?” I asked playfully.

“Whatever it takes,” She said.

“Does that mean you’ll sleep with me?“ I said jokingly. 

“Not a chance! it has to be a reasonable request.”

“How about we meet somewhere in the middle then” I said, again with a leering smile.

“If you meant that literally then the answer is still no.” 

“Something else then,” I said, “Like dinner.” 

“I know you’re a very attractive man, but I don’t date customers.”

“Not even a weekend in Las Vegas, driving my new car would interest you?” I said.

“Are you buying the car then?” she smiled.

“No It’s still too expensive, it’s more than I have in my budget,” I repeated. “I just need some concessions from you to feel like I’m getting my money’s worth.”

She got up from her chair and moved to the edge of the desk and leaned back sleightly. Her skirt was elevated almost to thigh level exposing her beautiful smooth curved well formed legs. I knew what she was doing, sex sells and she certainly was raising my blood pressure. “I need to see more than that before I buy the car,” I said playfully.

“This is not a private office you know.” 

“It has a door lock doesn’t it? “ I said.

“Are you buying the car?” She asked again.

“If I get to sleep with you I will.” 

I was getting bolder in my flirting, she hadn’t thrown me out of her office yet and I really liked the car. She seemed to be enjoying the sexual flirtations as much as I was. 

“Not a chance, I told you I don’t date customers, but I think we can work something out.” She got up and locked the door. 

“You want the car don’t you?” She handed me the contract and raised her skirt higher and waited. I wrote the letter “N,” on the contract and handed it back to her.
 “You only put one letter on the page,” she said. 

“That’s not enough leg, I said.

“Oh I see, you like to play games do you?” She stood up and took her panties off and sat back on the top of the desk. She was right at eye level, her legs spread tight to the fabric. I couldn’t quite see anything because it was a tight skirt.. Just knowing she was sitting there in front of me without any panties on inflamed me with desire.

“Sign the contract and you get the car, and I might consider your Las Vegas offer.” I handed it back again after adding another letter.

“Now were getting somewhere,” she said.

I looked at her and said, ”lets raise the stakes a little, raise your skirt again and touch your pussy for me, and hand me the contract.” I was pushing my luck and I knew it.

She kept eye contact with me as she slid her skirt up around her waist. Her fingers reached down and lightly touched her pussy lips. I guess she thought If I looked at her face and kept eye contact I couldn’t watch her rub her pussy. I was transfixed on this beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the desk touching her-self for me. It was the ultimate private show. 

I put another letter on the contract, it now read “NOR.” My cock was almost bulging out of my pants. She rubbed her pussy slowly and dropped her eyes to my crotch area. 

“I need you to sign your full name to the contract,” She said.

I really wanted to take her bad. “I’m really getting hard, I want to know how you feel.” 

“No touching without signing the contract,” She said. 

I was losing control and I didn’t know where I lost it. At first she needed the sale more than I needed the Car and now I wanted her so bad, I was willing to sign anything to fuck her.

“You didn’t say anything about you not touching me,” I Said. .”Just put your hand around my dick, I want to feel your touch.”

She walked over to me and reached down and unzipped my pants. I pulled out my bulging cock. She put her hand gently around my shaft as I leaned back into the chair.

” Sign here please.” She said.

I whispered, “Oh God! Don’t stop now.” 

“Sign right here then,” she repeated. 

I put another character on the line it now read “NORS.” 

“She lightly stroked my cock a few times then got on her knees and guided my cock into her mouth, the feeling was exquisite. The sight on my cock entering her mouth was almost more than I could take. I felt like shooting my cum all over her face as her head bobbed back and forth slurping and sucking away at my manhood. She pulled back just in time and handed me the contract once again, 

I put another letter on the page it now read “NORSA” 

“You want this sale pretty bad don’t you?” I said, trying to regain control.

“And you want me pretty bad don’t you?” she answered back. 

“Bend over the desk, I’ll sign your contract, but first I have to have you.”

She turned around and put both hands out to brace herself. I lifted her skirt above her waist and drove my cock all the way in. She moaned softly as I pumped her from behind. Her pussy was wet and tight, I slipped my right hand around to rub her clit as my cock penetrated her pussy lips. She started breathing heavy gripped the edge of the desk with all her might. I drove her forward with several more deep thrust and exploded inside her. She melted on the desk and I clutched her tightly shuddering with tremors from my climax.

“Where’s the Contract?” I asked trying to look like I was in charge.

She handed me the form and pulled at her dress. I put the final last letters on. It now read “Nor Sage.” 

“Thank you mister Sage, I’m sure you will enjoy your new car,” she added.

“Are you going to be late for dinner tonight?” I asked.

“No dear, I should be home on time tonight,” She said.

“Ok I’ll see you there and don’t forget to bring our new car home, I love you honey.”

“I love you too,” She said. With that she kissed my cheek lightly and said, “thanks for the Mustang sweetheart, I’ll see you at home tonight.”



Mustang Girl and Bobby



All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen.

I wrote this about four years ago and posted it, but I later took it down to edit it. 

*****

Melanie Wallace left her friend's house and hopped in her 1979 Mustang. It had been rebuilt from the ground up, and now it was finally painted and looked like a magazine cover car. It was her pride and joy ever since her father bought it for her on her sixteenth birthday. It was a rust bucket when she got it, but six years later and about twelve grand, and it was like a brand new car.

She backed out of the parking stall and drove slowly around the alley behind the rows of townhouses. The car was a little loud if you got on it, so she kept it slow. She was rounding the corner headed for the exit, when she spotted a handsome blonde outside an open garage door. She rolled by slowly, looking his way.

"Melanie, is that you?"

She hit the brakes and stopped. She took a good look at his face and something seemed very familiar. She hadn't dated him, she would remember him- -no, it was something different.

"It's Bobby, Bobby Tanner, you used to babysit me when I was little."

"Oh my god, you've certainly grown up!"

"I tried, so how have you been?"

"Let me park real quick."

She backed up and parked in the small lot next to his building and walked back around to the alley. He was in the garage now with two other guys. She felt a little nervous as she walked into the shade of the garage.

To her right was a 1985 Mustang. It was mostly primer and the interior was gutted. She looked from the car to the three guys and realized she'd babysat all three of them. She remembered them now; they all lived on the same street. The other two were Carl and Steven. All three boys were from wealthy families, at least wealthy by her standards.

"So you three live here now?"

"Yeah, my dad owns like a dozen of these for rentals, we convinced him to rent us this one. It's closer to the school and our jobs."

Bobby's dad was a single parent, and he owned property all over the state. He traveled long hours and she was his sitter on weekends when he'd be gone overnight. She was sixteen then, and she remembered thinking He was such a gorgeous man. Now his son looked just like him. Broad shoulders, great hair, and that crazy smile that made you embarrassed when it was aimed at you.

"So who owns the Mustang?"

Bobby claimed it while Carl and Steven brought up babysitting in the old neighborhood. They made some chit chat and then the two of them left, one for school, and the other for work. He walked out to the driveway with them and then returned.

"They wanted me to invite you over for a beer tomorrow."

"Cool, I'll think about it. So what's up with the car?"

"It's just my project car. I have my dad's old BMW as a daily driver. I can't figure out why it won't turn over though. It was fine a couple weeks ago but now it's dead."

She opened the hood and leaned over the engine. Bobby was impressed by what he was seeing. Her short pleated skirt was revealing her thong clad butt and it was perfect. She leaned in deeper and he bent his head to get a better look.

The crotch of her cotton panties was stuck between the lips of her pussy. He inhaled sharply and she looked back, but couldn't see him from her position. She thought about her skirt and realized what she was doing. She straightened up and told him the starter wire was loose.

She went to his toolbox and grabbed a half inch end wrench and returned to the engine compartment. She bent over again but stood on her tip toes and took her time tightening the bolt. He stood there enjoying the view remembering back to when he was eleven. She was actually the reason he bought the Mustang.

She hopped up and went to the driver's seat; he sat down in the passenger side. She turned the switch and the engine fired right up. She killed the engine and smiled at him. He was staring at her, but he was seeing her when she was sixteen.

"God, I had such a crush on you when I was young. I actually bought this car, because of you, and your Mustang."

"Wow, I had no idea, you were what, eleven then?"

"Yeah, you remember when my dad would go out of town? On Saturdays you would take me for ice cream at the Foster's Freeze."

"I do remember, the car was ugly back then."

"Yeah, I wasn't looking at the car. You used to shift, and little by little your skirt would ride up. By the time we were half way there I could see your panties. I was terrible now that I think about it. You were the first girl that didn't have cooties in my young life."

"Wow, eleven years old and you were a player already."

"Hey, you want a beer or something?"

"Ok, but just one, and I'll have to hang around a while, I'm driving."

"Oh, twist my arm, and you can stay."

Two hours later she was on her third beer and they were on the sofa yakking away. Her leg was pulled up on the sofa and he could see the lace front of her thong. She could see the tent in his baggy cargo shorts.

"Are you looking up my skirt again Bobby?"

"Yup, and you're staring at my shorts, so I guess we're even."

"I guess so..."

"Hey if I tell you something I did back then, do you promise not to hate me?"

"I don't know, what did you do?"

"No, you gotta promise or I'm not telling you."

"Fine, I promise, now what was it."

"I used to film you in the bathroom."

"Going pee, are you serious?"

"No, taking a shower, and at the mirror."

"My god, seriously, like you saw everything?"

"Yeah, I know, I'm terrible. It was innocent really, I didn't even masturbate then. I was just really curious I guess. You were the first real girl in our house."

"Do you still have them?"

"Well...they are on my computer upstairs."

"Show me, I'm serious Bobby."

"Are you sure you don't want to kill me?"

"Just show me, ok?"

He took her to his room, which was nicer than hers and they sat down at his desk. He opened an obscure folder buried deep inside some text storage folder and he highlighted all ten videos and selected play.

She sat glued to the monitor watching as her young self washed her hair, and did her makeup topless at the mirror. When they were over she highlighted them and hit delete.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"No, they were yours I guess. I guess I should apologize as well."

"Tell you what; you want a new video to replace them?"

"Are you serious? You have one?"

"I'm feeling a little tipsy; I think I need a shower to clear my head."

"Use...mine. Its...right...there. . . "

He grabbed his camera and she walked to the bathroom. It was well lit from the window over the tub next to the shower. She dropped her skirt and removed her blouse. Her white lace bra matched her white lace thong and he was instantly as hard as stone.

She opened the clear glass shower door and turned on the water. He got a close up of her perfect ass while she waited for the water to warm up. She was acting like he wasn't even there.

She turned towards him and reached around to release her bra. He focused on her upper body and she let the lace bra slide down her arms and dropped it to the floor. Next she hooked her fingers in her panties and slipped them down her legs to the floor as well.

Her pussy was smooth, and her labia were long and hanging out. They looked dark around the edges, and they made his mouth water. Her nipples were hard and the size of his pointer finger. They were sticking out almost half an inch.

She turned and stepped into the shower and he continued to film her through the glass. She thrust her chest out as she leaned back under the water, and he climbed up on the edge of the tub to film over the top of the glass wall.

She turned her back to the opposite wall so she was facing him and leaned against the tile. Her hand dropped to her crotch and he zoomed in. The angle was bad so he moved to the shower door and opened it. She was using one hand to open her pussy and the other to rub her clit. He zoomed in to catch all the details. Her inner pussy was bright pink and beautiful, and when she slipped a finger inside he almost slipped because he was leaning so far over.

A few seconds later she was rubbing her clit and tweaking her nipples while moans of pleasure started echoing from her mouth. She rubbed until her legs shook and she slid down to the floor.

He'd never seen anything so erotic before in his short life. He stopped filming and got her a towel. She stepped out and let him wrap it around her body. When she turned to him her face was bright red.

"I've never done anything like that before, I got carried away I think."

"Oh my god, are you joking, that was the most erotic thing I've ever seen, I almost came in my shorts."

"I don't know about that . . . ."

"My god people would pay a fortune to see that."

"Nobody wants to see me take a shower and rub one out, trust me."

She was starting to feel like it was time to leave. Bobby was thinking he'd get laid, but now he was wondering if she'd ever be back.

Twenty minutes later she was walking out the door saying she'd stop by again soon. He was thinking that was a lie. He asked her what about the video and she told him to do whatever he wanted with it.

It was almost two weeks before he saw her again, and he was beginning to think he never would. She parked around the corner and walked to the garage. She asked Bobby if she could come in. He told her of course and asked her if she wanted a soda. She took a cola and hopped up on a stool by their little bar in the corner of the garage.

"I'm sorry about that . . . day I was over? I got a little embarrassed and freaked out."

"What would you have to be embarrassed about, you're awesome Melanie."

"Call me Mel, ok? You've seen me naked, I think you can call me Mel like my friends do."

"So, about that video...would you like doing another one?"

"Are you serious, why would you want more, there are way better looking girls online, trust me."

"Because that one made you eight grand in two weeks, we're partners you and I."

"You . . . sold it, are you crazy?"

"You told me to do whatever I wanted with it."

He went into the house and she just sat there with her head in her hands. He returned and slid the stack of crisp one hundred dollar bills under her face. She lifted her head and picked up the money.

"How much did you make Bobby?"

"The same, we're partners right?"

"So now I'm an amateur porn star, that's just great."

"More like...an exhibitionist."

"So...what did you do exactly?"

"I set it up on a website I made. I sell packs of five tickets for five dollars. Each ticket lets you view one video file. I wrote a couple erotic stories about you they can read as well."

"So you have one video, and people pay a dollar to see it, and this is what you've made already?"

"You got it, and if we had more videos, we'd make more money."

"My god, I can't believe this."

"It's called, "Cindy my babysitter," I didn't use your real name, Mel."

"My god, I can't believe this . . . you want to film another one?"

"Well not if you don't want to, and I'll take the site down if you want me too."

"It's too late now I guess."

"I'm sorry, you just said you were broke, the Mustang needed tires, and I got the impression you were pretty open about . . . sex?"

"I thought I was too, until now, maybe I'm not?"

"Just think about it I guess?"

"What's your idea for the next video?"

"Well, I think we should release one every Friday until we have at least ten or fifteen."

"But what should we do in the next video?"

"I was thinking you could take a bath, and shave you legs and crotch, and then masturbate. You'd look so hot in a bubble bath."

"Seven grand, that's just crazy, just to watch me cum?"

"I know, but you're hot Mel, trust me, and the whole babysitter thing is a turn on."

"How about if I just take my bra and panties off and you can film me checking out your car for a minute, and then I'll rub one out on the front seat?"

"Whatever you want to do is fine."

"Go get your camera before I change my mind."

He returned with the camera and the garage door was closed. She bent over the engine and he got a nice close up of her smooth pussy from behind. It was already getting wet, and while he held the camera he ran his finger through it. She jumped and gasped before lifting a leg and leaning further over.

From there she went to the front seat and crawled head first under the dash. One foot was on the seat and the other was on the garage floor. Her lips were splayed open and the pretty pink center was showing. He slipped his finger inside her and her hips thrust up. She pulled her blouse up and her perfect breasts came into view.

He started rubbing her swelling clit and she started tweaking her nipples. He finally stepped back and she crawled out of the car and sat down on the passenger seat. She had one leg on the floorboard and the other outside the car, spreading her legs wide. Her shirt was still up above her chest and she looked incredible.

She picked up a shiny chrome box end wrench and slipped the box end into her wet pussy. It was a three quarter inch wrench and it filled her up. She picked up a little three eighths box end wrench and hooked the box end on her clit. She started wiggling the wrench and moaning out loud.

She forgot about the camera and got into what she was doing, and when she exploded in orgasm she started shaking visibly. Bobby zoomed in as the wrench slipped from inside her covered in wetness.

She sat there a minute catching her breath, while he filmed her face. She looked at the camera and licked her lips once. He ended the recording and smiled at her. He had a big bulge in his short and she smiled.

"Your punishment for all this is, you get to take care of that yourself."

"Trust me, your videos work just fine."

"Seriously, that's all you're gonna do?"

"Unless you want to film a blow job video?"

"Yeah, not likely, at least not today Bobby."

A little while later she left and he went to his computer to upload the video and get it up on the website.

By midnight the video had received four thousand views. The site was gaining members and five dollar ticket packs were selling like hot cakes now. He wrote a new erotic story to go with the new video, and then wrote down ideas for others. He decided the next video should be an interview with Mel. Maybe in lingerie and she could end with a nice masturbation scene.

The next day he gave her a call after class and she agreed to come over to talk. He had the camera rolling when she walked into the garage. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed her stomach and tight low rider jeans. She acted surprised but he called her Cindy and asked her to talk about her baby sitting years. She hopped up on a bar stool and started telling about how she had a crush on his father, and how she used to fantasize about his cock and soon she was rubbing her crotch and rubbing her stomach.

"So tell your fans about your measurements, they really want to know."

"I'm five foot four tall, my chest is thirty four C, my waist is twenty two inches, and my hips are thirty four inches."

"So, as everyone knows, you really were my babysitter, and now I'm an adult obviously. So why won't you give me a blowjob on camera, or off for that matter?"

"You're being punished for publishing that first video, remember?"

Bobby started laughing and told the camera, "Always get permission boys and girls."

"So Cindy, what's your favorite position?"

"Uhm, I like it good and hard from behind, or I like to be on top. Forward or reverse is good, but hey, a good pounding in any position can make me cum."

"So do you have any toys at home?"

"I have a few, nothing over the top, but I like things that vibrate."

"So what are you going to do for the folks at home today?"

"First I'd like to get out of these jeans and this bra."

He filmed her while she removed the tight jeans and then she removed her t-shirt and bra. He never tired of seeing her chest and the perfect half melon shaped breasts. He followed her to the kitchen where she dug through the refrigerator and found a cucumber.

"I've always wanted to try one of these, so what the hell, shall we?"

She sat down on the sofa and lifted one leg up onto the cushion.

"God, I'm already so wet."

The camera zoomed in to show the big wet spot on her light blue panties. She pulled them to the side and started playing with her swollen lips until they stayed open when she moved her hand. She started rubbing the end of the fourteen inch cucumber between her lips and across her clit until you could hear her moan out.

He got closer and zoomed in on the action as she started pushing the dry cucumber inside. It pulled her inner lips in and tried pulling her clit down, until she slid it back out and tried again. Each time it went a little deeper until it was sliding in and out like a stiff cock. She slid it in as far as it would go and marked it with her fingernail before pulling it back out. It went at least ten inches.

He backed up to get her whole body in the shot while she started fucking herself with the vegetable. Her pretty manicured nails looked hot as her fingers rubbed her clit while the big cucumber plowed open her cunt.

"Guys, she smells amazing too, and trust me, I'm having a cucumber salad when she's finished."

She started moaning and he zoomed in again while she worked her pussy over fast and hard. The mark was easily visible as it slid inside her on each hard stroke of her hand. He moved up to show her tugging her nipple before returning to the action below.

"Oh fuck Bobby, I'm gonna cum!"

She started twisting the vegetable around now and slamming it harder and them she bucked up with her hips and liquid flowed from her swollen cunt.

He zoomed out so the camera caught her full body, with the cucumber stuffed up her pussy, and her hands twisting her nipples while she enjoyed the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Bobby moved closer and then slowly pulled the cucumber from her pussy. She moaned and complained as it slipped out of her. He told the camera, "Sorry, its lunch time."

He turned off the camera and told her she was incredible. She fixed her panties and slipped on her jeans, just as Karl and Steven walked in. They both gawked at her for a second while her cheeks turned red, and then they high tailed it up the stairs.

"Wow, did they really just leave the room while I was half naked?"

"Yes, they aren't allowed to be a part of this, if they want to live here for free."

"Wow, you're kinda selfish, aren't you?"

"I didn't want them scaring you anymore than you already were."

"Well I'm slowly getting over that fear, obviously. I just fucked a vegetable on camera."

"You've made eighteen grand already; you'll make twenty times that this year."

"What did you say, eighteen grand?"

"Yes, and I might be wrong, but I think the website will really boom with this newest video."

"I only made twenty one thousand total last year."

"I think the next one should be a blow job, seriously. It doesn't have to be me either, and you can film it yourself if you have someone in mind."

"I think you will do fine Bobby, unless you're scared to have your cock in the scene?"

"Me, not at all, I just don't want you to think I'm trying to get in your pants."

"You mean my mouth, and why wouldn't you?"

"Ok, so when are we doing this next video Mel?"

"Tomorrow, in the garage, but you have to eat me until I cum first, and then I'll blow you. I'll get dirty working on the car, and we'll put on a good show."

"That sounds good to me Mel."

"So how come you don't have a girlfriend Bobby?"

"I did, until I moved in here. The whole idea of actually having sex in a bed and sleeping together was just too much for her. It was like sneaking around and fucking in a car was all she was interested in."




Mustang Girl and Bobby



"So, you're single then, seriously?"

"Well, I have you . . . sort of, I guess?"

"Why don't we go out to dinner, and celebrate our success?"

"You want to go out, in public with me?"

"You don't want to be seen with me?"

"No, I wasn't saying that, I'm surprised you'd go out with me, I'm five years younger than you."

"Be ready at six thirty, and dress nice."

He walked her out and then uploaded the video. He checked their account and was blown away. The money was pouring in. He wrote an intro to the new video and uploaded it before going to PayPal and opening a new account for Mel. He could then give her an ATM card and just transfer her half daily.

The guys walked in and asked him about Mel. He told them things were good, but didn't really give them any details. Karl would only be staying until the fall when he completed a couple makeup classes to improve on his applications to better schools. Steven wasn't sure what he would be doing.

They shot the shit over a beer and then Bobby went to his room to get ready. After a nice hot shower he dressed in gray tweed pants and a dark gray jacket. He had on a black raw silk shirt and a navy blue tie.

He went to the back alley at six thirty and she pulled in a few seconds later. He asked if she wanted to take the BMW and after a moment's thought she said yes. He walked behind her and couldn't believe how amazing she looked. He stopped her at the car and asked her to let him look for a second.

"You are fucking hot, that's all I can say. You just look..."

"Good enough to eat?"

"You always look that good, but that dress is just . . . wow."

"It's by Herve Leger, and it cost me twenty eight hundred dollars."

"And worth every penny, trust me."

"Cool, you can buy the next one."

"Gladly Melanie, it would be my pleasure."

He opened her door and held her hand while she got in. They drove across town to the restaurant and once they were inside she gave the host her name and they were seated right away.

"So how long have you had this planned?"

"Three days, I just wasn't sure you'd be interested."

"I'm just amazed that you felt like I wouldn't be."

"Come on, I walk in your door, and three hours later I'm in your shower naked while you video it? What guy would see that as a possible date?"

"Me, and I only care about what I think."

"Well thank you, I feel much better now. You look very handsome I should add."

"Well thank you as well."

"So anyway, do you remember Brenda, she babysat you on occasion as well?"

"I do, she was blonde and had big boobs even then, right?"

"Yeah, well she lives right around the corner from you. I told her about this back when it first happened and the other day she asked me if...you'd do a video of her."

"Wow, another babysitter for the site."

"She said...she would do the three of you, at once, for a onetime payment of ten grand. She owes back rent and credit cards."

"I don't know about me, but I'm sure Karl and Steve would jump at it."

"She won't do it without you. She's seen you at the complex, and she has the hots for you."

"Well, I guess we'll do it then, tell her to be ready on Monday."

"Can...I film it?"

"That would be perfect. Now about tomorrow . . . ."

"I was thinking maybe you'd want to practice tonight, after dinner?"

"Most definitely!"

They ate a wonderful meal and then took a walk through the courtyard next to the restaurant before heading back to the house. Bobby was holding her hand while they walked and when she pulled him to a stop he turned and smiled.

"Why haven't you tried to kiss me Bobby?"

"Tonight, or ever, because tonight I didn't want to mess up your makeup, you look too good. The rest of the time, well because I was scared I guess?"

"You you stuck your finger in me, but you're scared to kiss me?"

"Kissing to me is pretty personal, and I didn't want to get...rejected."

"Your finger got pretty personal too."

"That was for the video, but trust me I was scared to death you'd kill me."

Her nipples were like bullets in her dress top and he couldn't help but want to touch them. He stepped up close to her and ran his finger over the left one and she gasped. He moved in and covered her mouth with his. Their tongues started dancing together and the world stopped for a moment.

She was breathing heavy when the kiss ended, and together they walked to the car. He drove them home to his place and she followed him inside. The guys were watching TV and he paused it while Mel took a seat in the dining room.

"So you guys remember Brenda, she babysat on occasion too?"

"Yeah, she had the big boobs right?"

"Yup, that's her. Well, she wants to make a video for my site, and her fantasy is to have a four way with the three of us."

"Wait, we get to gang bang Brenda, seriously?"

"Yeah, Mel will film it but she isn't joining in. You guys will each get five hundred bucks, ok?"

"Shit, I'd do it for free bro."

"I'll wear lingerie, to help set the mood, if Bobby doesn't mind?"

"Sounds good to me sexy."

Bobby told them it was Monday afternoon and then took Mel upstairs to his room. 

Having the master bedroom was nice, he had a nice big bathroom, and room for a sofa and a chair at the foot of his queen sized bed.

"Will you show me the site Bobby?"

"You haven't seen it yet, are you serious?"

"I've been a little scared to, actually."

He woke up his computer and the website was already open. A picture of her from the waist up from the bathroom video was the background for the home page. Right there for the world to see were her C cups and face. Bobby had a running blog with stories he'd written that were very erotic.

She started reading the comments and she couldn't stop. Some of them were beyond crude, but most of them were incredibly nice, and a few were actually from girls and they were pretty sweet.

"Listen to this girl, "Cindy, I can't wait to watch you suck Bobby's cock, I only wish I was there to share the cum with you." I mean, wow, seriously?"

"Our adoring fans love us."

"I have a bag in my car, I should run out and get it real quick."

"Sit, I'll go get it for you, it will just take a second."

He left the room and she started the newest video, of her with the cucumber. He returned a few minutes later and her eyes were glued to the monitor and her dress was up around her waist. She was rubbing her pussy while she watched herself.

"Did you start without me?"

"I couldn't help it, this is just so surreal. It's nothing like porn at all, it's just so . . . ."

"Real, I know, that's what people want. That tired ass over acted sex stuff is pathetic."

He handed her the bag from her car and she moved to the sofa. She opened it and took out a thin white ribbed tank top and a pair of torn up jean shorts. She stood up and slipped the tight form fitting dress off her naked body.

She picked up the shorts and slipped them on and then the tank top. Her nipples and dark areolas were clearly visible through the white fabric and she looked hot. He checked out the shorts and he was hard as a rock instantly. The ass had about four horizontal rips in the cloth and they let about two inches of each cheek hang out the short leg openings. In the front there were holes everywhere. One hole was right in the crease of her crotch, and with a simple tug her pussy was in plain view.

He was kneeling down in front of her and he leaned in and ran his tongue up the wet gash that was her pussy. Her hands found his wavy blonde hair and she held him in place while his tongue danced around the edges of her clit.

"God you're good at that, can I sit down?"

He stopped long enough for her to sit down on the edge of the cushion and spread her knees wide. This moved the fabric further from her pussy and he dove right back into her sweet honey pot.

This time he slipped a finger inside and turned it up feeling for the spongy little g-spot tucked up in the front of her warm cunt. She gasped when he found it and grabbed his head again. He started sucking her clit while his finger massaged her inside. Her pussy was getting wetter the more he licked and the juices were running down the crack of her ass.

He could sense her getting close so he backed off just a little, holding her at the height of ecstasy. She was moaning and whimpering now, and he just kept her on the edge for a while, and when he thought she'd had enough he started in on her clit again and slipped his finger into her tiny little rosebud below.

"Oh FUCK!"

Her legs shot out straight, and her back arched, and she started shaking as her orgasm exploded through her. He was slowly pressing deeper as she came, until his finger was completely buried in her ass. He gave her a few seconds to enjoy the after pulses of her climax and then he started in on her clit again. She tried squirming but he used his free hand to hold down on her abdomen until she got into the rhythm again.

He slipped his thumb in her pussy and started rubbing it against the finger in her ass. She started moaning out loud again while she played with his hair.

"My god, you're going to make me cum again . . . UGH!"

He started sucking harder on her clit while his tongue rubbed against the sensitive tip.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, LICK IT HARD!"

He attacked it with a vengeance and she started screaming out as he started finger fucking her asshole and cunt at the same time. Her back arched again and she squirted in his mouth she came so hard. He let her come down gently, and when her asshole quit flexing on his finger he slowly pulled it out.

"I can't believe that, you made me squirt. I haven't done that in years."

"You are so fucking sexy, I could do that all night, I swear."

"I'll let you do it again later, if I can suck your cock now?"

"Ok, I guess I can do that."

"Can we get on the bed now?"

"I thought we were practicing?"

"Oh yeah, I guess you should be standing, and I should be kneeling?"

"That works . . . ."

She watched as he removed his pants and silk boxers, and when his cock sprang free she gasped. It was a good ten inches long and the width of her wrist or pretty close. It had a nice curve to it and she was quick to grab it with her hands.

He watched as she took the head in her mouth and started sucking. This wasn't going to be a porno movie, with all the licking and spitting, just a hot girl sucking cock until it unloaded in her open mouth.

She knew what she was doing and after a few minutes she was taking him an inch or two into her throat. It was tighter than his ex girlfriend's pussy was, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. She started playing with his balls and he told her to get ready.

"Pump it into my open mouth Bobby, give me your cum sexy."

He stroked his cock a few times and she got her reward. It wasn't that crappy two inch spurt...it was a high pressure blast, from a horny cock that was in heaven. She let him pump it into her open mouth a few more times and then she closed her lips behind the head and sucked him dry while she cupped his balls.

"Fuck you're good at that Mel; you damn near swallowed the whole thing."

"Tomorrow I will, I was just worried about my throat being sore tomorrow."

He pulled her up and started kissing her while he undid her shorts. Her hands were on his cheeks while her tongue licked around in his mouth. Once her shorts were down he pulled the tank top over her head and picked her up like she weighed nothing.

He carried her to the bed and set her down before climbing back between her thighs with his mouth.

"When your dick gets hard again, will you fuck me Bobby, I'm so dying to get that fucker in my pussy."

"Trust me; I'm dying to split this pretty pink gash in two."

"God . . . ."

"Man I love this pussy."

He dipped his mouth down and gave her a repeat performance of earlier, but this time he went straight for her asshole with a finger. She moaned when it slid in deep. He toyed with her clit causing her to gasp and groan until her pussy was dripping wet. He got her close and held her there again while he pushed on her rosebud with two fingers this time, and when his fingers were good and wet he pushed them up her ass as he sucked hard on her clit. She exploded in one big crashing wave of ecstasy and cried out his name.

"Oh my god Bobby!"

He nipped at her clit and kept her on the edge for a while and then let her go because he was ready to fulfill a dream. He crawled between her thighs and showed her how ready he was. She reached down and squeezed his cock in her hand. She could feel his heart beating strong and fast.

He pushed it down and let it rub across her clit before it popped into her swollen opening. Her hips jumped up at the sensation and the whole purple head slipped inside. He pushed his hips forward and watched as he filled her with his desire.

He dropped forward on his hands and watched her beautiful face as he lowered his hips giving her the full length of his cock. Her eyes were slits filled with lust as he started stretching the depths of her pussy.

"God you're beautiful Melanie."

She grabbed his ass with her fingers and squeezed. This man on top of her was just like his father, full of confidence and self esteem. His father had been a passing fantasy for a young girl, but Bobby was attainable, something she could have, and hold, and pleasure.

"Oh Bobby, this feels incredible, make me cum again."

Bobby lifted his hips and then lowered them again starting a nice slow rhythm of fucking. He could feel the urgency in her hands on his ass but he took it slow at first, enjoying the tight wet sex that was under him.

"God Melanie, I've wanted this for so long, and it feels so tight . . . ."

"Fuck Bobby, I'm completely full of cock."

Bobby started rutting her with some furry until he felt her start cumming again, and then he turned her over. She lifted her ass in the air and pulled a pillow under her cheek. He grabbed her hips and started drilling her as deep as he could until she was moaning again.

He watched her tiny asshole as it flexed and winked at him, and after wetting his thumb he pressed it into her ass. Her pussy flexed and her asshole throbbed and she started moaning and humping back on his probing thumb and cock.

"Fuck, why does that feel so good?"

Bobby didn't answer, he just started stroking in and out again, building up an ever increasing pace.

"Oh god, where do you want me to cum Mel?"

"In my pussy, FUCK . . . IN MY PUSSY!"

Bobby pulled his thumb free and grabbed her hips tight. He started pulling her into each thrust and when he couldn't hold back another second, he grunted and sent his hot load rushing into her tight cunt. She had been squeezing and flexing her muscles and he could feel her milking his cock like a hand. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt.

When his dick went soft he fell back on his butt and exhaled deeply. She just sat there with her beautiful ass in the air, while a little bit of his cum ran down across her clit and dripped on the bed.

"I wish I had a picture of this view."

"Go ahead, you can photograph me, video record me, whatever, whenever you like."

"I've created a monster."

"No, I just realize now I'm into this whole thing, it turns me on."

He grabbed his camera and took a few pictures while she flexed her pussy and giggled. Once he was finished he grabbed a towel and cleaned up the mess before pulling back the sheets for her.

"Are you asking me to stay the night Bobby?"

"By all means."

He switched off the light and crawled under the covers beside her. He pulled her under his arm and was asleep in a matter of minutes. She remained awake for a little while, rubbing his firm chest and staring at his face under the moonlight trickling in between the curtains. She drifted off with a smile on her face.

She woke up to a note on his pillow, and a printed out picture of his smiling face next to her sleeping. It said he'd be back in an hour, and he would bring back breakfast. She checked the time on his note versus the time on the clock and walked to the shower.

He had put out a towel and some of his clothing, a t-shirt and drawstring shorts. She smiled and hopped in the shower. It was almost eleven and he'd be back soon. She washed her hair with his shampoo and then used the shower wand to shoot water in her still swollen pussy.

It was set on three pulsating streams and she couldn't help but get excited as one of the streams hammered her clit. She didn't notice him recording the whole thing with his video camera. She turned off the water and he returned to the dining room to wait for her.

She came bouncing down the stairs to find him waiting with flowers and an array of pastries and Danishes. She was a little overwhelmed by the attention, and her face turned flush. He pulled out her chair and then joined her at the table.

The roommates staggered down the stairs and it was obvious they had done some drinking the night before. Bobby offered them each a pastry and after a few quick comments about Monday and Brenda they headed out for the day.

"Bobby, are you excited about fucking Brenda?"

"Well, I'm a guy, so sex usually sounds like fun, but I'm not a walking hard-on like those two, and I guess I'm nervous about you watching me."

"Are we...beyond the point of just having a little fun, you and I?"

"I'd like to think so, and I know it sounds selfish in light of the current situation, but I don't want to share you with other guys."

"You already do..."

"Not that, the physical, but if you ever want to stop the visual sharing game, just let me know."

"You'd stop all this if I asked you too?"

"Of course I would."

"And you and I?"

"We would go on without the camera."

She smiled and lifted her leg up setting her foot on the edge of the chair. He smiled as he stuffed food in his mouth. She took a sip of orange juice.

"But damn I love filming you."

"I don't think that will end anytime soon, I enjoy it too."

They finished eating and she went to do her hair and makeup and to change while he setup the garage. He set his camera in a few places and checked the view that recorded trying to figure out the smoothest way to capture the action. He'd bought a second camera and a tripod, and he set that camera up so it would capture most of the front half of the car.

She walked in looking unbelievable and after he took in her beauty for a moment, said they were ready to start. She smiled and he asked her to bend over. She looked at him with a curious stare as he pulled a small silver metal butt plug from his pocket. It had a big blue gemstone in the base and he smiled as he slipped it in his mouth.

"Oh fuck . . . ."

She grabbed the fender and he moved the narrow crotch to the side. He started licking her asshole and she moaned out that it felt incredible. He slipped his finger in her ass and played around a little and then replaced his finger with the plug. It wasn't very big and after a few seconds it popped in against the base.

"Wow, well that will keep my mind on track, fuck that feels wicked."

She started working on the car while he followed her around and after a few minutes she was greasy and dirty. She wiped her hands on a rag and grabbed a bottle of water. She poured some on her face and let it run down into her thin tank top. She poured some in each hand and rubbed it on her shoulders letting the water wet her tank top until it was almost transparent.

"So you want a blow job, well I'll tell you what. If you would be so kind as to eat my pussy for me, I'll suck your cock, ok?"

Bobby nodded the camera saying "Yes" and she lifted up on her toes and sat on the fender of the car. Bobby got between her spread thighs and got a close up as he pulled the torn up jean shorts to the side revealing her swollen pussy and the sparkling blue gemstone below.




Mustang Girl and Bobby



He twisted and tugged on the butt plug while he filmed her rubbing her clit and then he slipped his fingers in her wet pussy hole. The second camera was behind him and Mel played to it a little bit before he turned her sideways so she was leaning on the windshield and her legs were spread on the hood.

He set the camera on a wide reinforcing beam on the garage door, and held the zoom button. He'd already checked the frame so he knew it was perfect. He walked back to her side and leaned over her stomach so he wouldn't block the view while he sucked her clit.

He wrapped his arms around and under her thighs and started playing with the butt plug while he fingered her pussy and sucked on her fleshy wet cunt. She was already moaning and whimpering and soon he was pushing and pulling the butt plug in and out while his fingers played inside her pussy.

Her hips bucked up and he shoved two fingers from each hand in her pussy and she exploded hard. She was moaning and squealing and rubbing his face in her crotch. He sucked on her clit until she was trying to push his mouth away, and then he let her go. He backed off her and she just stayed there with her legs splayed open, showing her swollen wet pussy, while she rubbed her wet stiff nipples.

After a little while she turned and got off the car hood and stumbled.

"Fuck me, that was incredible."

He turned so the tripod was to his right and the car was to his left and she dropped to her knees in front of him. She lowered his zipper and fished his cock out the fly while she talked to him.

"Let's see what you want the baby sitter to suck on. Oh boy, look at this fucker here."

She started right in on his cock, working it deeper and deeper, while he moved the camera around catching various views. She hadn't been lying when she said she would take the whole thing, and when her nose hit his abdomen, he had to brace the camera against his hip to keep it from shaking. She backed off his cock and pumped it with her fist while she looked up at the camera and smiled.

"You like it when your cock stretches my throat open? Do you want to cum in my mouth Bobby?"

"Oh fuck yes I do."

She lowered her mouth back to his cock and pushed her head forward and he filmed it as the whole thing slid between her lips until it was gone. She started humming and he had to brace the camera again. He put his free hand on her head and started fucking her face in rhythm with her.

He started gasping and she backed off just as his fist stroked his cock. His cum shot out, squirt after squirt into her open mouth. After about four shots, she returned to deep-throating him until he started going soft.

An hour later he was editing the video and having two cameras made it great. He could extend the length of the video now, and once he was done he let Mel check it out.

"Damn, sitting her without panties on letting my juices run down my thighs is messy."

"You do know you can bring some stuff over, if you want?"

"Do you feel like taking me shopping? I don't have anything racy to speak of?"

"Sure, but you have to go like you are."

"I still have the thing in my—"

"I know, my treat if you say yes?"

They spent three hours at the mall shopping, and he had brought along his video camera. In the lingerie shop he filmed her looking at bras and thongs, and in the food court he got a shot up her shorts, and the blue gem covering her asshole.

Her nipples were hard all day and were clearly visible in the flimsy t-shirt and no bra. At first she was a little nervous but after the first couple hours she got used to it. She got some nice smiles from men, and a few surprised looks from women.

From there he drove to the Adult Emporium, which was a super store for sex toys. It was where he got the butt plug she was wearing. She looked at the place, and then at him. Her cheeks were red and she was squirming around in the seat.

"Seriously, you want to take me in there?"

"Of course I do, are you up for it?"

She followed him inside and she was pleasantly surprised. If she'd known it was so...ordinary, she wouldn't have waited a week to get her vibrator in the mail.

He snuck video of her checking out positively huge dildos, and of her actually grabbing things she wanted. Six hundred dollars later her basket was full and they were checking out.

As they were driving into the complex Brenda was taking out her trash. They pulled up and stopped next to her. She rested her forearms on his window sill and smiled at them. Bobby got a great look at her big double D breasts in her low cut shirt.

"So are you as excited as I am about Monday?"

Bobby smiled and nodded yes, lying through his teeth. He knew it was great for the website, and it would put money in Mel's pocket, but he wasn't looking forward to having sex with Brenda, she just wasn't his type.

They made small talk, but the obvious tension made it awkward. Eventually she said she'd see him around two thirty on Monday and he drove down and parked while the garage door opened.

He unloaded the car while she made them an early dinner. It was a ham sandwich on sourdough, and a beer, but it was incredible because it was the first time in ages someone else prepared him a meal. Living at home it had been each man for himself the last few years.

Just after dark she stripped down in the bathroom while he filmed her. She took a brand new suction cup dildo and took it in the shower with her. Once the water was hot steamy, she stuck the dildo to the wall and dropped to her knees on a towel. The water was falling down on her back as she adjusted the big rubber cock's height.

He zoomed in as she backed up on it and let out a moan. She turned to face the camera and started fucking the flesh colored cock with hard deliberate strokes. He zoomed in on her nipples where she was dragging them back and forth across the wet towel. She was talking constantly now, talking about how good her pussy felt. She started fucking at a frenzied pace all of a sudden, and then started cumming.

"God my cunt is on fire, FUCK!"

She gave the dildo a few more thrusts and then slumped on it. It slid down the wall a few inches but remained stuck to the wall and embedded in her pussy. He ended the recording and removed his clothes. He crawled in the open shower door and sat on the towel. She crawled into his lap and mounted his rock hard cock.

He leaned back against the wall and watched her play with her nipples while she rode his cock. It took her a few minutes before she exploded again, but when she caught her breath she started kissing him. When she broke away she leaned back against his stiff cock and smiled.

"I've never tried anal sex, but do you want to try?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I think that toy got me pretty ready for it."

"Uh, ok . . . ."

She grabbed the soap and a few minutes later their lap was a mess of suds. She leaned back and grabbed his cock in her fist. She got it lined up and started rolling forward pressing his big head against her tiny asshole. For the longest time nothing happened, and then she relaxed and it started stretching around him.

"Oh . . . fuck . . . that's . . . tight."

She kept rolling forward and all of a sudden his cock started impaling her butt. She just kept going until he was planted firmly inside. She started kissing him again while she rubbed her pussy and wiggled around on his cock.

"My god Mel, this is incredible."

"I can't believe your cock is buried in my ass and I like it."

"Damn, I so want to fuck the hell out of you right now."

"Maybe next time, this time I'm doing the fucking lover boy."

She started rocking back and forth until she wanted more and then she moved her knees under her thighs and started fucking him. It was a good thing she was horny as hell and they were both playing with her pussy, because after a few short minutes he yelled he was going to cum. She hooked two fingers in her pussy and started fucking the hell out of his cock.

He grabbed her hips and started making short quick thrusts up her tight asshole. He grunted and she could feel his load being pushed up her butt. Her orgasm was set off by his, and she started rubbing her clit furiously until it became painful. She slumped into his arms gasping for air.

"Ok, so Brenda is right, anal sex is fucking intense. That orgasm came from somewhere I didn't even know existed."

"God, thank you for that Mel, I guess I can scratch that off my to-do list."

"Damn, we need to film that in the future Bobby, because even I want to see it up close."

"You can bet I'll be filming the next time."

Sunday Bobby learned more about Mel and her life. Her father had passed away her senior year, which put the brakes on any real chance at college. Both her and her mom started working just to keep their apartment. Sandy Wallace, Mel's mom, was forty four and every bit as beautiful as her daughter.

Mel wanted to tell her mom about her new "Venture" so it would be easier to explain the extra money, but she was scared to death of how her mother might react. Bobby said he'd help, considering he started it without Mel's knowledge. 

"No, this is something I need to do. It's not like I'm a porn star, its only one guy, and some cameras."

"I don't even care what my father thinks, but I'm pretty sure he would be fine with it. He's all about the money, so he'd probably be proud of me."

She finished stuffing underwear and a few personal items from the bathroom in her duffle bag and zipped it up. She set it on her bed along with the other two and sat down next to him.

"Don't worry, if she throws you out, you can stay with me."

"She won't throw me out, she just might cry."

Bobby picked up her bags and they walked to the living room. Sandy was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Bobby said it was nice to see her again, and took the bags to his car where he was going to wait.

He had the radio on, and as the clock ticked away the minutes, he realized it had been almost half an hour since he'd left the house. He was beginning to get a little worried. He could see Sandy exploding in his head, and he was worried it would devastate Mel.

He decided to give it five more minutes, and then he was going back inside. He got lucky and a couple minutes later she came walking down the path smiling. He shook his head and she shrugged her shoulders at him.

"So what the hell happened?"

"Well, she was shocked at first, and then she blamed my dad while she started laughing. Then she told me to be careful, and then she asked me all about you. From there on it was just more questions about the camera and privacy issues, I don't know, she almost seemed...jealous?" 

"Wow, she has nothing to be jealous about."

"What does that mean?"

"Your mom is still hot."

"Just drive, you pervert."

"What, I'm just saying, I see where you get your sex appeal from."

"You're saying my mom's a MILF, I hear you, now drive."

"Maybe a website, a few videos . . . ."

"I swear Bobby, I never hit you when you were a kid, but right now I'm about to."

He started laughing as he started the car. She punched him in the arm anyway and started laughing as well.

"Well I'm glad it worked out alright."

"I think handing her thirty five hundred bucks to pay off her credit card helped a little too."

"Chump change, trust me."

At the end of the street he turned left instead of right and entered the neighborhood where he grew up. He pulled up in front of the house and just sat there a minute.

"Wow, it's been a while since I've been by here. When did you guys move out?"

"About four years ago? Dad renovated it and rented it out, but the renters got in trouble financially and bailed out after two months. From there it was just one nightmare after another."

Bobby got out and walked to the front door. He slipped a key in the lock and opened the door. He went to the alarm pad and entered the master code to disable it. Mel walked in a second later.

Bobby's dad had said it was the wrong kind of property to rent out. It was too expensive and too costly to maintain. It had been on the market for six months without a single offer, so now it was just sitting in limbo costing money on insurance and maintenance.

"Dad told me I could live here if I wanted; I just needed to cover the costs. The townhouse just seemed new, and different, but more like the condo we lived in. This just seemed so..."

"From the past?"

"I guess so, I mean Jesus Christ, I'm only eighteen and this is where you raise a family, right?"

"It's just a house, lots of single people own houses Bobby."

He walked to the French doors leading out to the pool and opened them up. He stood in the opening and Mel watched as he took a walk down memory lane.

"I learned to swim in that pool, I saw you in a bikini right over there. I used to have a swing in that tree in the corner. It's crazy thinking about it now."

They walked upstairs and Mel went to the bathroom where she showered a few times.

"So, this is where your deviant mind was born."

"Excuse me?"

"Uh, wow, hello Mr. Tanner?"

Bobby's father was standing in the doorway looking confused. Bobby walked up and grabbed his dad around the neck with his arm.

"Don't be messin with my girl Mister, or you'll get hurt."

"It's Melanie Wallace, right? I haven't seen you in ages."

They went downstairs to the big empty living room, and Peter Tanner looked at the two of them with curiosity. Bobby interrupted his dad's daydream and asked for a word in the backyard. Mel walked around the big kitchen and just tried to stay occupied.

Ten minutes later Mr. Tanner walked inside whistling. He said goodbye to Melanie and laughed as he walked out the front door. Mel just watched in confusion as he strolled out into the bright sunlight. She went to the back yard where Bobby was just standing there staring off into the yard.

"So, what's going on?"

"He gave me the house; he said he couldn't get rid of my childhood memories, so I should have it."

"And you're not happy why?"

"Oh, I'm happy, just something he said . . . ."

"What, what did he say, was it about me?"

"Don't worry about it. He likes you, it's me he worries about."

Bobby locked up the house and they returned to the townhouse. Karl and Steven were there and Bobby sat down to talk while Mel took her things to the bedroom. He told them that at the end of the month he was moving back into the old house.

It was strange how their little "Three amigos" thing had changed so much in such a short amount of time. Both guys were moving on, with Karl going off to Humboldt State, and Steven figuring he'd just move in with his brother. The guy was a pig, but he knew how to have a good time. Bobby felt bad, but they assured him everything was cool.

He went to his room where he found Mel sorting and stacking her clothes. He realized he hadn't cleared any room in the dresser for her. He moved everything from the top two drawers to the shelf in the closet and gave her some space on the closet rod as well.

"So what did your father say he was worried about?"

"Why do you care so much?"

"Wow, bite my head off. I'll mind my own business I guess."

"God, I'm sorry, he just brought up my mom and stuff like that."

"What happened to your mom?"

"She had lupus, she died when I was two."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"I don't even remember her. I don't even think I ever did, other than from pictures and stuff."

"So why did he bring her up at the house?"

"He bought it for her, and me, and she died the next year."

"But what's that got to do—"

"Listen, do we really need to have this conversation? Do you seriously want to know what he said? He said we looked good together, he said my mom was his only true love. He said he'd never marry again. He said he wanted grand kids, he said you reminded him of her."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried. I guess I should really learn to—"

He turned her around and covered her mouth with his before she could finish talking. He didn't need to hear her, he needed to touch her. She dropped the stack of panties on the floor and her arms went to his neck. He grabbed her butt and pulled her up off her feet and carried her to bed where he dropped her and climbed on top of her.

He lifted the front of her tennis dress and pulled her panties down one handed while she fumbled with his belt. He sat up and got his pants undone while she pulled her arms free from the dress. He got his pants off just as she tossed the dress to the floor.

He dropped between her legs and guided his cock into her and it just turned into a vicious pounding. Her fingernails scratched his ass where she was pulling. From there her fingers went to his shoulders and when she started cumming she scratched him some more.

When he finally came his mouth was open and he had tears in the edges of his eyes. She was in the throes of climax, but she didn't miss this detail. He rolled to her side and once he caught his breath he fell asleep. She wrestled to get the covers out from under him and once he was "Tucked in" she finished putting away her things.

She realized tomorrow was Monday, and she was going to film a serious sex act while dressed in something sexy. She went through the things they'd bought, and picked out a bustier and matching garter belt. She set the stuff on the sofa and looked it over before adding a thong and some heels.

The heels would need to go once she started filming, because she wasn't about to trip and fall during Brenda's big moment. She could hear the guys downstairs laughing, and decided there was no time like the present to get over her fear of being ogled.

She put the outfit on and nervously paced the room before grabbing the doorknob and heading for the kitchen. She was careful on the stairs but once she reached the bottom she walked swiftly to the fridge.

The room went silent and once she had a can of soda she turned toward the living room. Karl and Steven were both staring with their mouths open.

"Will this work for tomorrow?"

"Uh . . . yeah, just . . . fine."

"So, are you guys excited about it?"

The two guys took a second to regain their composure and when she sat down at the table to drink her soda they loosened up a little. It wasn't like either of them had ever sat around with a woman talking about a gang bang before, so it was a little awkward.

"Melanie, are you moving into the house with Bobby next month?"

"We haven't talked about that, we just found out about it today. He hasn't asked me to, and you guys shouldn't bring it up either."

They went back to their TV show and she sat there for a while watching as well. Eventually she moved to the recliner and joined them. Luckily they couldn't really see anything and things returned to normal until she got up to head to bed. Steven whistled as she walked past, and she wiggled her butt as she walked by.

She got naked and climbed in bed with Bobby, hoping it was ok. She kept her distance not wanting to wake him, and maybe not get sent home. She was asleep in a matter of minutes.

At six in the morning she reached for Bobby and found a cold spot where he had been. She got up and slipped on jeans and a t-shirt. She found him in the garage removing the tail light assemblies from the Mustang.

"Are you ok Bobby?"

"Yeah, I'm just worried about this whole Brenda thing."

"What about it?"

"What if I can't get it up?"

"God, is she that bad?"

"No, I just . . . with you there—"

"You're worried I'll be upset if you do get it up, and what I might think it means, now it makes sense."

"I just . . . what my dad said, you know."

"Trust me Bobby, I'm actually excited to watch you, and be behind the camera."

"Ok, I just—"

"I know, now what are you doing to the car?"

"I'm going to send it out for body work and paint. So, do you know how to pull an engine?"




Mustang GT



I remember the first time that I saw a Mustang. It was a brand new '64 powder blue with a white top. It was pretty compared to what was around in those days. Many of the new car models were boring until the Mustang added some excitement to the mix. 

I lusted over Mustang's until I bought my first one in '85, a black GT with a 5 speed and two tone charcoal gray interior with red piping. 

I had to wait 12 weeks to receive the car because Ford ran out of wheels. The dealer tried to up the price on me, but I wouldn't hear of it. Then, they offered me money not to take delivery of the car, but I had a signed purchase and sale agreement. I figured they had another buyer who was willing to pay more. I bought the car with all the options, except for leather (Who gets leather in a sport car?) and paid $12,000 when everyone was paying $15,000 for the car. It was a popular car that year, all new for '85, and different and better than the '84's.

The greedy insurance company killed me with the insurance premium because it was a GT with the 8 cylinder instead of the 6 cylinder automatic, which most Mustang owners buy. I bought two more GT's after that car. I have a thing for Mustangs. They just feel right to me. 

I also had a Camaro Z28, but I never bonded with that car the way that I did with the Mustangs. Much like the Corvette, the Camaro doesn't give you the road feel that the Mustang does. The Mustang is more forgiving and is easier to reign back in before the tail spins. When you reach the limits with a Camaro, it just goes and goes fast, much like the Porsche turbos of old. I don't know, but there is something about a rear drive pony car with a small block V8 that revs my motor.

The first thing that I did when I took delivery of my new Mustang was to remove the tires and put on better ones and sell the originals. Also, after having a Recaro seat in my Grand Am, I swap out all of the drivers seats of my cars for a Recaro.

I like Mustangs because they are cheap to buy and fun to drive. Also, you can customize the car any way you like it, there are so many Mustang parts and dealers out there who will help you to make your car one of a kind. I even drive my GT in the winter. I run it with 4 snow tires and have never been stuck in the snow. 

Yeah, I know there are better cars out there, probably many of the Japanese and definitely all of German models, but I like that my Mustang is made in Dearborn Michigan. Yes, I know that lots of Japanese cars are now made in America, now, too, but I can't bring myself to buy a Japanese or German car. I still hold a grudge from WWII. Okay, I'm not old enough to have lived through the war, but my relatives did.

We could have been speaking Japanese or German today, not that would be a bad thing, but it was a bad thing to think about 60 years ago. Besides, the Japanese and Germans don't necessarily like Americans and America. Germany still has anti-Semitic Neo Nazi groups and Japan is a closed country, basically. You don't see too many Americans walking around their country in the way that you see Japanese-Americans freely walking around our country.

The last that I heard, it is difficult for an American to buy a house or to own a business in Japan or Germany. Anyone can own a home and/or start a business in America. You just have to go to your local convenience store to see what America is all about, foreigners.

I went to the local Ford dealership to price out a new Mustang and they won't budge on the sticker price. And forget about trying to get a Cobra even for sticker, those Cobra 500 are nice, but I don't know if they are worth $42,000. That's a lot of money for a Mustang. Now, they have the Shelby models that cost even more than that, $70,000. Still, every time I watch the Barrett-Jackson auctions, the Mustangs sell well and hold their value. Yeah, I like Mustangs, but when some of their models are selling for $35,000 and more, I have to seriously think about buying a BMW 3 series, probably, the best car in the world, so long as you buy the sports package with the Recaro seats and bigger wheels and tires.

I need to forgive and forget about the world war that happened another lifetime ago. My boss has already and he is Jewish. He bought an Audi. If I were Jewish, I don't think that I could reconcile buying a German automobile, especially if I had a relative who was in a concentration camp. 

Yet, I will tell you right now. Never will I buy a car from Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, or Syria. Come to think of it, none of those countries make automobiles. Why not? I think I know the reason. All of their cars are equipped with bombs and would never make it through customs. 



Mustang Jenn



The solid black Mustang convertible in the driveway caught my eye before anything else. "This is the place," I thought. I've seen the car hundreds of times when it picked up Sharon, one of Tammy's many friends. Most of the time, Sharon's Mom, Jenn, did the driving, but I never got a good look at her. From what I could see she had long brown hair framing a very attractive face about 49 years old. With Linda, my wife of nine years, always near by all I ever managed was the occasional wave.

Sharon's Dad was completely different, overweight and balding with a pair of wire rim trifocals perched on a bulbous nose. From what Sharon had mentioned through out the summer he never smiled and had a lot of health problems, not to mention never being home much due to work. 

Sharon was 19, trim, sexy, very honest and open. Occasionally I would get ht impression she was flirting with me and if it wasn't for her age I might have responded in kind. Tammy had even mentioned to Linda that Sharon would like to have a three way with me and Jenn anytime. It crossed my mind a lot during some rather happy daydreams, but she was too young. 

Even as I got out of the car and walked to the solid oak door, remembering some of the more erotic dreams, I could feel the stiffness in my khaki shorts. I stopped in front of the door and closed my eyes, trying to think of anything that would ease my erection before ringing the bell. My duty here was not to have sex, but to pick up Tammy from a party that was still in progress in the back pool. 

As I stood there with my eyes closed, breathing softly, the door opened and an angelic voice said, "Hi Nate, the parties still going strong, I'd give it another hour."

I must have jumped a little as I opened my eyes, because she continued in the soft lilting voice, "I didn't mean to startle you. I was on the treadmill upstairs when I saw you pull in the drive way."

"No," I quickly replied, "I was shocked by your beauty!" I was always a quick thinker, but the concentration I had been using to ease my erection was quickly fading away. Across her forehead was a red terry cloth headband, drenched in sweat along with the hair it covered. A damp tan sports bar that didn't do much to conceal the hard nipples covered her ample breasts. It was very tempting to stare at the nipples as they tried to push a whole in the fabric. Her midriff was bare and very well toned. She also wore a tight neoprene pair of shorts that would have shown a panty line if she was wearing any. She smiled a little, and even blushed when she noticed where my eyes kept traveling.

"Come on in and wait, I'll get you a drink. You like beer, wine, or the hard stuff?" As I walked through the door I wondered if she noticed the protrusion in my shorts, but answered, "I'll have a rum and coke."

"Oh good, I need a stiff one myself." She replied with a thin smile as she walked past me and I caught her intoxicating scent.

I thought about offering her my stiff one, but with the party outside, I thought better of it. I followed behind her, watching the trickle of sweat travel down her back bone underneath the waist of her shorts. This wasn't doing anything to help ease the growth between my legs. 

I took a seat at one of the bar stools lined up at the counter in the huge kitchen as she fluidly grabbed the ingredients for our drinks. She stood in front of me as she mixed them, the occasional small talk flowing from her perfect mouth and those dam nipples still wanting to escape. 

"So, Sharon tells me you're a driver" she asked as she took a seat beside me and inhaled a large quantity of her drink.

I tuned to face as I breathed in her scent again, trying to keep my eyes glued to her beautiful brown ones. "Yeah, it pays the bills and keeps me out of trouble."

"I doubt that," she smiled. "You the only one picking up your kid, the rest are staying over." I had heard that Joe, her husband, hated these parties because of the noise. "This must be driving Joe up a wall."

"Oh, he's out of town this weekend."

"I know what you mean, my wife is visiting a sick friend in Chicago her self." I replied as my eyes drifted back to her dreamy brown ones. They lighted up again as she said, "Joe's excuse was the same." 

I noticed then that her glass was empty, compared to mine which was still half full. 

As we heard the music room the pool party her hand grabbed my wrist and she pulled me out of my chair, "I love this song!"

Before I could stop her, not that I wanted to, I was in the middle of the kitchen floor and we were dancing slowly, our bodies about six inches apart and our eyes locked into each others. The more we danced, the closer we got and it wasn't long before I could feel my erection pressing against her damp shorts. As I glanced down at her perfect lips, I almost met them with mine before her arms dropped to the floor and she stepped back. 

She must have heard the footsteps on the deck before I did, less then a second later Sharon came in the back door, "I need another 2-liter...Oh hi Nate!" She smiled as she saw me and I tried to turn away so she wouldn't notice the bulge in my shorts, but her eyes were drawn to it anyway. She only smiled as she grabbed another pop off the table and disappeared through the door.

I heard Jenn exhale beside me and say, "Now, where were we?" "Dancing I believe." "Ah...that's right" she pulled me to her, any closer and I would have been inside her -- which I wanted anyway -- and our lips met. The kiss made me even harder and I heard a sigh escape from hers before she pulled away.

"Follow me," she whispered as she turned and headed to the stairs leading to the upper level of the house. The master bedroom was huge with a four poster bed covered in fresh linen. She closed and locked the door behind us and was in my arms again, her hands undoing my shorts as mine pealed the shorts from her body.

She kneeled before and took my cock into her mouth, using her tongue to caress it as her head bobbed back and forth. It didn't take me long to cum inside her warm mouth and she managed to swallow every drop, licking my still swollen rod clean. 

She stood up, removing her top to release the breasts, and didn't say a word as she lay on the bed spread eagle, her shaven mound calling to me.

Pealing off my t-shirt, I came to her, my lips kissing her legs as I slowly moved up her body, my hands touching her smooth skin softly as I reached her inner thighs. Her pussy was already dripping with her juices as my tongue caressed her clit, licking her as she thrust her hips into the air.

It didn't take long for me to get hard again, just a few seconds as my fingers pushed into her pussy, making her gasp. 

"Oh god...take me!" she screamed, as her hands tried to pull me up her body. The music outside drowned out her cries of passion as I resisted, waiting for the right time.

With two of my fingers moving inside her I kneeled between her legs, watching her body heave with excitement as her eyes met mine.

I didn't wait any longer, and slowly my lips moved up her toned stomach to her ample breasts, taking the time to lick and bite her nipples along the way. 

My cock easily entered her, moving in all the way slowly and almost pulling all the way out as it teased her cunt. Our rhythm picked up as her hands went to the head board and she thrust her body into mine, causing me to go deeper as she commented on the hardness of my cock.

As her breathing got heavier I picked up speed, pushing into her faster and harder each time until she screamed, almost louder then the music, and I felt her throbbing against me. I knew she came, her lips when they met mine were softer and the taste of her kisses seemed different, but I kept going.

With me still inside her, my legs pushed hers together, making her tighter then I thought possible as I continued pumping. 

I rose up on my arms as I felt myself explode inside her while her body shook.

When we stopped trembling, we kissed, tenderly and for a long time as we held each other for another ten minutes. 

It would have been longer but the music from the party stopped and we had to get dressed. 

Five minutes later we were downstairs, dressed and having another drink when the army of kids walked in the back door, Sharon and Tammy with them.

I saw what I thought was a knowing look pass between mother and daughter for a fleeting second. 

As I pulled out the drive way, the two of them stood on the door step talking in low voices and smiling. The thoughts of a threesome again entered my mind, but this time my wife was replaced by Jenn.