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Saturday Night Special

By: lover4u



It was Saturday evening, Natasha and Kirk were entertaining their best friends Roxanne and Steve. It was a birthday special; Steve had turned forty-six today. Ever since they had met three years ago on Natasha's birthday, they had gotten together to celebrate each other's birthday.

They had enjoyed Natasha's excellent meal and were relaxing in the living-room. Soft classical music played in the background. Kirk replenished the cognac glasses. They had been sipping cognac for the last hour. Theirs was the easy conversation of good friends. Light banter with some sexual overtones.

Natasha was a striking blonde of Nordic origin. She was a tall, graceful woman in her late thirties. Tonight, she was wearing a burnished gold gown which fully advantaged her curvaceous figure. The men had been feasting on her conspicuous cleavage exposed by a plunging neckline.

Her husband, Kirk, was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early forties. He had dark, wavy hair and grey sparkling eyes. He had taken off his dark blue suit coat and had loosened his necktie. He sat on the sofa between the two ladies.

Roxanne was a vivacious, dark-haired beauty with an olive complexion. Her attractive brown eyes had a charming, seductive quality. Hugging perfectly a shapely petite figure, her forest green silk gown flattered her completely bare back.

As the guest of honour, Steve sat in the comfortable arm-chair closest to Natasha. He was of medium height, with light brown hair and brown eyes. He too sat in shirtsleeves with a loosened tie. As he warmed his cognac balloon glass with his hands, he inquired about the surprise his friends had promised at dinner. His wife seemed to be in on the secret as there was much winking and sly glances whenever the subject came up.

Kirk got up and went to his study. He came back out with a video tape which he inserted in the video slot below the TV screen. He picked up the remote control and returned to sit between the two women who were smiling mischievously.

Intrigued by all the mystery, Steve enquired," Are all these theatrics part of the surprise?"

"Well, the video is part of it, isn't it Natasha," said Roxanne smiling broadly at her friend.

"The problem, Steve, is that there is a bit of sex in it and we're not sure if you're up to it at your advanced age," teased Natasha.

"I'll be able to handle it if you come and sit on my lap and hold my hand," retorted Steve.

They all laughed when Natasha got up and went to Steve. She raised her gown so that the high slit freed one long shapely leg and thigh. She took Steve' hand and placed it on her warm thigh and covered it with her own hand. Her actions were telegraphed to Steve' cock which started rising in his jockeys. Her buttocks met his semi-erect cock as she wiggled to a comfortable position. She turned to look at him. She could see that his eyes were fixed on her deep cleavage just inches away. 

Smiling, she teased him," Do you feel better now?"

"This is perfect. Could hardly get better!" he countered

"We'll see about that," she murmured.

"Are we ready to show this young man his birthday surprise?" asked Kirk on the other side sitting very close to Roxanne on the couch. 

"You were involved in this, weren't you, Roxanne?" queried Steve.

"Oh yes," she assured him with a playful smile," I planned this surprise with Natasha and Kirk from the very start."

"We're all ready here," Natasha cooed to her husband who was holding the remote ready He and Roxanne seemed to be sharing a joke that the other two had missed. Roxanne's left hand was resting easily on her friend's thigh.

As the video came on the wide TV screen, the scene showed the very living room where they were sitting. Natasha and Kirk were dancing to a fast South American rhythm. She was wearing a colourful flaring skirt with an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse. She moved sensuously across the floor toward Kirk and then away from him. Dressed in tight vaquero pants and loose-fitting matching shirt, Kirk led his companion through the intricate steps of the rhythmic dance.

"Wow, you guys are good!" exclaimed Steve fascinated by his friends' talented moves.

The camera focused on Natasha as her breasts jiggled up and down with rapid movements. When Kirk came back into view, he was naked to the waist. As Natasha came close to him, she pretended to rake his chest with her fingernails, a wanton expression on her face.

"You're a wild woman!" exclaimed her husband who had his right arm around Roxanne whose head was resting on Kirk's shoulder. Her left hand was running circles on his thigh.

On the screen, Natasha moved off as the camera zoomed in on the man's tight ass. The sinuous movements of his hips and the noticeable bulge in his crotch were exciting to watch. His arm reached out to Natasha who was coming back into focus. She was dancing bare to the waist cupping her delightful breasts and offering them to her man.

"God, you're sexy!" whispered Steve as he finally removed his eyes from the screen to concentrate on her breasts inches from his face. Natasha shifted in his lap to better feel the erect cock below her buttocks. She took his hand and placed it inside her gown where his fingers found the rigid nipples on her bare breasts.

On the sofa, Kirk put the video on pause as he watched his wife encouraging their male friend to touch her breasts. He pressed Roxanne closer to him and whispered something in her ear. She looked at the other couple and her hand on Kirk's thigh moved higher to measure the very obvious and tantalizing rigid cock of her companion. She remembered how good it felt when Kirk had fucked her on the day she had filmed her friends. Together, they had planned to have Natasha seduce Steve when they showed him the video. Steve did not know that his friend had fucked his wife. She would tell him later when he himself had fucked Natasha. She looked forward to having Kirk again tonight. She moved forward and he tenderly caressed her lovely bare back. They looked at their mates, who were now kissing candidly but passionately with open mouths and intertwining tongues,

"She'll be fucking him soon," Kirk murmured. 

"That's what we wanted," whispered back Roxanne." Continue the video."

When it resumed, Natasha and Steve reluctantly looked at the screen. The scene was in the bedroom where Kirk and his wife were interlaced in a fervent embrace. The woman broke the hug and rubbed her naked breasts slowly down her husband's nude chest to kneel in front of him. The ample bulge in his close-fitting vaquero pants spoke of his intense arousal. With sensual movements, she unbuttoned his fly and took out his hard cock. She kissed the head and licked the underside right to his scrotum. She came back up to the cockhead and introduced the rigid tool in her mouth. The camera zoomed in as she sucked his penis in and out of her mouth. After a while she relented, squeezed the base of his cock. Still holding on to his tool, she helped him out of his pants. She pulled him down to her as she lay back on the soft-looking rug. She untied her skirt and tugged it out of the way. She was naked underneath. She raised her knees, spread them out as he kneeled between them. With her fingers, she opened up her pink cunt lips. Holding on to his erect cock, Kirk rubbed the inviting very wet lips in circular motions. He slowly entered her and moved in and out in short strokes. She undulated under him, trying to get more cock inside her cunt. They teased one another for about a minute. Then they started fucking in earnest. His stiff cock disappeared in her vagina only to reappear glistening with her juices. She bucked under him as he massaged her breasts. She rose to meet him, matching thrust for thrust. The camera zoomed in on their contorted faces as they both reached orgasm. At this point the camera faded and the screen became blank.

In the armchair, Natasha was moaning as she kissed Steve who was stroking her breasts with one hand and exploring her pussy with the other. Natasha whispered to her companion who let her get up. She removed her gown and let it fall to the floor. Nude in front of her lover, she helped him remove his clothing. Then she knelt on the floor facing the other couple. Looking up, she smiled and winked at them. Steve saw his wife and his friend still caressing one another on the couch. Their wide smiles were encouraging him to fuck the beautiful naked woman waiting for him. Holding on to his firm big cock, he probed the wet pussy he had been exploring for the last half hour. 

"Fuck her, Steve. I know she wants it," declared Kirk," She's been fantasizing for a week about your fucking her tonight."

"Yes, fuck me, Steve. Put your big cock in me!" wailed Natasha who was pushing her buttocks into Steve' searching tool. 

Not waiting any longer, Steve plunged into the inviting pussy right up to his balls. He initiated an energetic in and out action in the velvety vagina which responded by firmly gripping his pumping cock. He held on to his female companion's curvaceous hips and reached around to cup a smooth dangling breast and finger a stiff nipple. H e looked over at his wife who had removed Kirk's trousers and jockeys and was masturbating his hard cock. His friend had undone her gown neck strap and slid it down to her waist. He was manipulating her magnificent breasts with one hand while finger-fucking her with the other. 

Roxanne was stroking the gorgeous penis without hurrying her motions. A man's semen streaking out of an erect cock had always fascinated her. Pre-cum was oozing out as the cock hardened noticeably. The man accelerated his finger-fucking. He stiffened, his legs straightened out. As the jet of white liquid arced in the air, Roxanne felt an orgasm rock her body. She moaned her satisfaction and lay back in her partner's arms as he relaxed in total fulfilment.

Across from them, their mates were fucking furiously. Natasha was resting on her arms and Steve was driving his cock into her cunt feverishly. Natasha was wailing and her cries were getting louder. She had climaxed several times when Steve gave a final thrust and came explosively. She stretched out on the rug and he collapsed on her shapely body. They lay there contentedly for a long while

"Happy birthday, Steve!" cried the two on the couch. On the rug, Natasha turned around, put her arms around her new lover's neck, and kissed him fervently.

"Happy birthday, Steve."

Saturday Night Special



It was a Thursday night and I was at the old Boothill Speedway just west of Shreveport, Louisiana. Thursday night is when the owner starts preparing the track. He also lets racers get in a few laps of practice if they needed them.

Well, I needed them badly. I had been wrecked the Saturday night before and had to rebuild the whole ass end of my car during the week. I thought I had it right but there is only one-way to tell for sure.

I race dirt late models on one of the strangest and sometimes scariest dirt track around. Six hundred and fifty horsepower in a twenty one hundred pound car that will get around this quarter mile track in thirteen point eight seconds or slightly less if the surface is right.

If you can't turn at least a fourteen point two, don't even bother to show up, as you'll just be in the way. Speed and power help here but if the car does not handle or the driver doesn't hit his marks then you'll never make it at this track.

There is a sign over the front gate to the pits that reads: "If you can't run with the big dogs, then stay under the porch" and they mean it. This track draws the best of the best. Saturday nights find forty something late models vying for twenty-four starting spots. 

The payout is only a thousand dollars to win but the bragging rights are priceless. A championship here has catapulted drivers to the big time. I've raced here for ten years and will continue to until either they change the track or I can't anymore.

I usually run in the top five. My only problem is money. The lack there of for the most part. I have about one third as much money in my car as the average guy running here. The fact that I can even run with them is mind blowing to most people.

This Thursday night was a case in point. 

*****

I had my old car unloaded off the trailer and was checking the tire pressures when a high dollar enclosed trailer pulled into the pits and parked a few spaces down from me. I recognized the name on the trailer as one of the premier car building companies around. 

Danny Ray was the driver and he hadn't been able to qualify for a feature in three tries. He had the equipment but didn't know how to set it up or how to drive the odd configuration of the track. That explained what they were doing here. 

Boothill is a tight oval but there is where it ends compared to most tracks. Turn one is close to flat and so is turn four. Turns two and three are high banked and give one hell of a slingshot effect, if you drive them right.

I was belting into my car when I heard them fire up their car to unload. Man what a sweet sounding motor. I would give my right nut for a motor like that. The piece of junk under my hood was bubble gum and junkyard parts compared to theirs.

I fired mine up and had to listen to hear it over the rumble of theirs. I shook my head as I backed out and headed for the track. If I put that monster in my car, it would shake it to pieces in one night.

*****

The track was tackier than I expected as I tried to spin the rear wheels to warm them up. The owner had started watering the track around three and then ran a sheep's foot over the wet surface to work the water down into the clay. 

He did this layer after layer until dark and then he ran a roller over the surface to smooth and seal it. He would do it again on Friday night and Saturday morning. By the time we raced Saturday night, the track would be in perfect shape.

With a deep breath, I ran a few slow warm up laps and then I ran two laps at about three quarter throttle to see how everything was going to work. Satisfied with the way the car reacted and felt, I dropped the hammer as I came off turn four.

Without the horsepower of the higher dollar cars, I ran a higher line, which kept my speed up. It also put me above the normal groove and on damper dirt, which gives better grip. It's also the old school way of driving and if nothing else, I am old school. 

I had retired from the professional end of racing before most of the kids I raced against were born. Now, I raced for fun and because I loved it. This old track was a challenge and leveled out the haves and the have-nots. 

As I reach the first turn, I'm far over to the right. I turn the car in to the left getting off the gas, tap the brake to settle it, and then feed it power as I turn the steering wheel back to the right. 

The car is now in the middle of the track going slide ways. I drive the front of the car with the steering wheel and the rear with the throttle. It's a balancing act and fast if you get it right. 

As I hit the high bank of the second turn, I plant the right rear and floor it. I rocket off down the back straightaway. I hold the throttle wide-open way farther into turn three than most peoples minds tell them they can run. At the last second I lift, cut the front wheels left, plant the right rear, and jam the gas to the floor. 

The car is half sideways, the rear tires throwing a shower of red clay and the front wheels turned hard right. I feather the gas, straighten the front wheels, and head toward the inside of turn four

I want to be as close to the inside on turn four as I can get. I'm still carrying speed and on this flat exit, I'm headed sideways for the front straightaway wall. I feather the throttle to increase forward bite and stop the sideways motion only a fraction of an inch from the concrete. 

My foot is flat on the floor and I'm flying down the front chute. Turn one is coming up and I do it again and again, for ten laps. On two of the laps, I click a stopwatch clipped to the dash as I pass the start/finish line. 

Satisfied that the car is as good as can be expected, I slow and head for the pits.

*****

At my trailer, I shut the car down, pull off my helmet, and check the stopwatches. One says, thirteen seventy-nine and the other thirteen eighty-two. Good enough for me. With a grin on my face, I get out of the car. 

With the flat of my bare hand, I check the temperatures of the tires all the way around. The surfaces feel fairly even all the way across with the left rear being the hottest. I nod to myself as I head for the truck and a cold coke.

I can hear the other car on the track and Danny Ray is on it. I walk across the pit road to where the two guys with Danny are standing. One has a stopwatch and is watching the car intently; the other guy is leaning on the wall with his back to the track.

I watch Danny making laps. He is typical of the new gang of drivers. He runs around the inside of the track. He accelerates like mad down the straight, hits the brakes, turns left, and accelerates hard, right around the bottom. 

During a race, you see them nose to tail sometimes two wide, lap, after lap, after lap. With big motors and big brakes, you can do it that way. All the passing is done coming off turn four or on the straightaway. 

Oh, you have a few that know how to run the cushion but the cushion never lasts long at this track. Hell, I love to run the cushion while it's there but when it's gone, I adjust my line and stay to the high side. 

I love the feel of going slide ways, feeling that seat of your pants edge of too little or too much. To me that's dirt track driving at it's best but the times and equipment are changing.

Danny ran about a dozen laps and then dropped it down to idle into the pits. As I tuned to walk back to my car, the guy leaning on the wall said, "Those were some nice laps you were turning out there. I wish I could get the wonder boy to drive like that."

I turned back and nodded. "Thanks, that's about as fast as that junk pile of mine will run and running upstairs is the only way I can keep up."

He nodded and then stuck out his hand. "I'm Jack, Jack Brown. I'm supposed to be the mechanic on Danny's car."

"Well, it's a monster. Lucky you." I told him as I shook his hand.

"Yeah it's a monster alright. Everything cubic dollars can buy, are in that thing. I just can't figure out how to get it qualified for this place."

I chuckled and nodded. "This old track has confused many a driver and mechanic. All four turns are different banking and it takes more gear than most think it does. Setting a car up is almost impossible, so you pick the fastest turns and set up for them."

"Yeah, if you can. I have a driver that thinks he's the mechanic to. I keep telling him but he doesn't listen. I'm about ready to toss in the towel."

The guy with the stopwatch said, "Yeah, you'll toss in the towel two days after they bury you, if then."

Looking at me the guy nodded and said, "Those were some very good laps you were turning. You wouldn't be interested in making a little money would you?"

"I'm always interested in making money." I told him.

"Right now the best Danny can turn is a fourteen six. If you can get him to around fourteen I'll give you a grand." The man said.

I looked at Jack and asked, "How about you? I don't want to step on any toes."

Jack shrugged and replied, "I'll take any and all the help I can get. This place has me pulling my hair out."

"Ok, I'll give it a shot," I said. 

"Good, good, I'll be in the trailer," The guy with the stopwatch said and turned to walk off.

When he was out of earshot, Jack said under his breath. "Asshole!"

"That bad huh?" 

"Yeah, he's the racing director for the company. Robert Mills is his name and he's related to the boss somehow. His answer to everything is money. I had a damned good driver and he dropped him when Danny came along. Danny's good, don't get me wrong but he's another asshole."

"Well, lets see if we can speed him up a little or maybe even scare him, if he's got the balls to drive it where it needs to go." I told Jack as I headed down toward my trailer.

*****

Danny was not happy with me looking around and then working on his car. "Who the heck is this old guy and why is he messing with my car? I'm having enough problems without some nobody fucking things up worse."

Jack was helping me set the car on a set of scales. He stood up and turned to Danny. "He's trying to help you keep your job so act like you appreciate it, even if you don't."

"What I need is someone who knows how to set the car up so I can drive it." Danny shot back sharply.

"Well, that old guy as you called him ran nearly a second a lap faster than you with a hell of a lot less car. A car he built from scratch, I might add. So don't bitch about something you don't know anything about." Jack told him. 

Danny gave him a hard look and turned to walk into the trailer.

"Little asshole!" Jack said softly as he squatted back down to center the wheel scale.

"There's always the chance he might grow up and out of that stage." I told Jack as I got the scale centered under the front tire.

"Yeah, but I'm afraid the chances are slim and none." Jack replied sourly.

*****

We spent the next hour or so setting the weight of the car. We put fifty two percent on the rear and fifty five percent on the left. With fifty three percent cross wedge on the right front and left rear, the car should turn well in the middle of the corner.

Jack changed out the rear end gear for a lower ratio. I changed a couple of the shocks, one on the right front to help set the car into the bank and one on the rear to a give more left wheel bite.

When we were finished, I felt like the car was a well set up for the track as we could get it. Jack went to find Danny.

*****

Danny was still bitching about me messing with his car and wanted to know all the details of how it was set up and what had been changed. He was not happy to say the least.

Jack finally told him to get his ass in the car, which started another round of complaining from Danny. Robert Mills stood back with a frown on his face until Jack pleaded with him to make Danny at least try the car.

"Danny, you need to at least try it. I'm paying a hell of a lot of money to get you qualified down here. If you can't make the next race, I can't guarantee you'll keep driving this car."

Danny gave him a hard look but held his piece as he grabbed his helmet and climbed in the car. As he was buckling his belts, I leaned in the window and tried to give him some advice on driving the track.

I basically got told to go to hell and take my advice with me.

*****

I'd love to say that Danny ran fast enough to make me a grand and to have a chance at making the next show. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be. He ran the car the same way he had before. He did run a few tenths faster but that was all.

When he came in off the track he gave me a glaring look and said to Robert, "This thing handles like an monkey on roller skates. It's worse than it was before that idiot old man touched it."

"That's it, I quit!" Jack said and headed for the truck.

"What do you mean you quit?" Robert asked.

Danny grinned at Jack and said, "It's about time. Maybe now I can get someone who can set up a car."

"There's nothing wrong with the car," I said sharply.

Danny laughed and tossed me his helmet. "Then you drive it."

I tossed him his helmet back and turned toward my car to get my own helmet. Danny laughed as I walked away but frowned when I headed for his car. "Stay the hell out of my car." He yelled at me.

I walked up to him and gave him a hard look. "You are in for a rude awakening one day and I think I'll make it today." I turned toward his car and he grabbed my arm. 

"Let him go, Danny," Robert said. "It's not your car, you're just the driver."

Not feeling in a very good mood, I looked at Robert and frowned. "And a car ain't worth a shit without a good driver. Danny's young and he'll learn but this old track has made jackasses out of a lot of good people, car owners, mechanics, and drivers alike."

I was getting in the car when Jack came running back from the truck. "What the heck are you doing? Let the dummy's have the damn car. If they aren't smart enough to know a good thing then let them screw it up."

I was buckling my belts, as I replied, "I've always wanted to drive one of these fancy high dollar jobs and now's my chance." 

Jack grinned and shook his head. "Racecar drivers are all crazy. You be careful out there. This things got about two hundred more pony's then that junk pile of yours."

"Don't I know it!" I replied with a grin just before I hit the starter switch.

*****

I took a couple of slow laps to get the feel of the steering wheel and how quick it steered. Then I took a couple of faster laps getting used to the extra power on the rear wheels. After that, I took five or six moderately fast to find the braking and turn in points. 

Letting the car idle down the front straight, I used both hands to tighten the belts. Once I was satisfied they were tight, I gassed the car and checked the bite on the rear wheels. All seemed right as I ran at pace lap speed down the back straight. 

Coming off turn four I waved the green flag at myself and hammered down. I floated the car into turn one, feathered the gas, and nailed turn two as I planted the right rear. I was flying down the back straight. 

I was a little off on turn three but not bad enough to upset my entry into turn four. I had to feather it a little more than usual off the turn. Down the front straight, the car was a rocket.

I ended up doing a dozen hot laps in all. Each was a little better than the last and each lap was faster than the one before. The car drove, handled, and accelerated like a dream. I could feel the grin on my face.

*****

I never got all there was in the car out of it but I was damned close by the time I shut it down and idled into the pits. My cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. It had been a long time since I'd been in first class equipment. It sure felt good to be home.

Jack was hanging onto the driver's door as I shut the engine off. He was grinning from ear to ear as he lowered the window net. "Son of a bitch!" he kept repeating over and over.

"I didn't hurt your baby." I told him as I released the latch on the belts.

"No, but you sure as hell drove the shit out of her."

I chuckled as I wiggled my way out the driver's window. Yeah, I had let it all hang out and it felt great. The only problem was that my old junk pile would feel slow after this.

Robert Miller cleared his throat as climbed out of the car. "I'd like to offer you a job," he said.

"You've already got a mechanic and a driver." I told him.

"Not a driver that can break the track record four time in twelve laps. Your best lap was a thirteen two."

I chuckled and nodded. "That would almost be good enough to qualify for a sprint car race here at the track." I told him.

Turning to Jack I said, "The right rear could use a little less air and a little more shock."

"You mean it could be better," Robert Miller said with an astonished look on his face.

"It can always be a little better." Jack told him with a grin as he shook my hand. To me he said, "Thanks. Now I know it ain't the car or how I set it up."

"No problem." I told him as I headed for my car.

"Hey, where are you going? I offered you a job," Miller said following me.

"I'm not interested." 

"What do you mean, you're not interested. Any driver in their right mind would want to drive this car."

"Yeah, it's a sweet ride alright." I told him as I started to load up my gear. 

"If it's a question of money...." He started to say.

I cut him off. "Listen asshole! You have a good driver already and anyway, I don't want to work for you. You're an idiot. Money isn't the answer to everything."

"Well, I...."

I cut him off again. "I enjoyed driving your car. Thanks for that much anyway but people like you are why I retired in the first place."

"Retired? Retired from what? From where?" I heard Danny ask from behind me. It was the first thing he had said since I got out of the car. He had hung back watching Miller and I intently.

I turned and grinned at him. "From where you're going one day if you'll ever learn to listen to the good people. Ask Jack over there, he'll remember one day."

Jack looked at me funny for a moment and started to say something but I shook my head. He closed his mouth and then grinned as I got in my old car to load it on the trailer.

*****

When I had the car on the trailer, I got out to find Jack securing the front tire straps. "I thought I'd give you a hand tying this thing down."

"Thanks." 

I kept expecting a question or two from him but he was silent the whole time. I was getting into my truck when he finally asked, "I do know you from somewhere don't I?'

"Yeah, from somewhere a long time ago." I told him with a grin as I started the truck. 

I was backing the truck up when Danny appeared at the window. He handed me an envelope.

"What's this?" I asked.

"It's your thousand dollars."

"But I didn't earn it. You didn't make fourteen seconds." I told him holding the envelope out.

"Yes you did. I didn't push the car, I held back."

I nodded and tossed the money on the seat. 

As I started to back up again, Danny said, "That was a hell of a drive you put on my car."

"Now you know what it can do so you won't have to hold back anymore." I told him.

Danny walked along side my truck as I backed up. "I'll see you later old man. Tonight will probably cost you some money later." He told me with a big grin.

"I sure hope so," I said as I put the truck in drive and headed for the exit.

*****

As my taillights faded into the night, Danny walked back to where Jack and Robert Miller stood. As he walked up, Miller asked Jack, "Who the hell does that old man think he is?"

Jack grinned and replied, "He knows who he is. It's you that don't have a clue. Didn't you read the name over the drivers door?"

"Yeah it was Rhinner or Rhimmer or something like that. The paint was faded and it was dirty." Danny replied.




Saturday Night Special



"How about Rhisser? Does that name ring any bells?" Jack asked in a quiet even voice.

Miller shook his head but Danny looked hard at Jack. "He doesn't race anymore. He retired. They say he lost his nerve."

"Don't believe everything, "they" say," Jack said as he turned toward the racecar.

"Who the hell is Rhisser?" Miller asked.

"Robert "Tex" Rhisser," Danny said as he started to walk away. "Three time world sprint car champion, six time dirt late model national champion, three time national stock car champion."

Miller looked at Danny. "Huh? That old man?" 

Danny ignored him and said, "Hey Jack, let a little air out of the right rear and change the shock. I think I need to take a few more laps. There's a new line I want to try."



Saturday Night Special



The phone rang, and rang, and rang, and I debated whether or not to pick it up. I picked it up, fumbled, flipped it open, and pushed talk.

The female voice on the other end was so frantic and incoherent I couldn't make it out. The display showed Teri's number, and I finally heard Teri's voice. She was screaming, and mingled was an angry male voice, and sounds of violence, bangs and slaps. The phone went dead.

I hadn't made out a word of it, but Teri obviously was in trouble. I pulled on jeans and a pair of sneakers and felt around on top of the refrigerator for my little .22 revolver. Not much stopping power, but enough to cause some hurt at close range. Besides, it was the only gun I had.

My urgency grew, and suddenly I was wide-awake and sober as I bolted out the door and up the lane toward Teri's trailer. Even from this distance, I could make out sounds of a loud struggle -- a man hollering, a woman's broken cries, glass breaking. I went up the step to Teri's door and yanked it open

Ronnie had a tight grip on Teri's neck, and Teri kicked and kneed at Ronnie, scratching and clawing at his face. I lunged at Ronnie and hit him as hard as I could on the back of his head. He let loose his grip on Teri's neck and turned his fury on me, cracking me with his fist so hard I saw stars.

Ronnie went for a carving knife on the kitchen counter. I saw the knife out of the corner of my eye and kicked him flat-footed on the ass to put him off balance. He stumbled sideways and came up with a small, heavy pan that he threw at my head, striking me a glancing blow and drawing blood

I found a crow bar and laid into Ronnie. His eyes widened at the first blow, and the second knocked his head to one side, and then I really went after him, swinging with the flat end and beating him down with the crow end. He grunted and fell, and I kept whacking until Teri grabbed my arm and screamed, "Bobby, no. Bobby, you're going to KILL him."

I let the adrenaline rush subside and dropped the bar to the floor. Ronnie was bloody and out cold, or worse. Teri knelt to take a closer look at him, determined he was breathing, and that was that.

Not that either one of us gave a shit about Ronnie. Ronnie and Teri had been fucking each other for a year, then got married, and they'd been married now for almost a year. Teri was 18 and was lucky not to have gotten pregnant by this asshole. I'd never asked, of course, but I guessed she'd been smart enough to take her pills on schedule.

Ronnie worked about half the time -- mostly he sat around and watched TV and drank beer. He also regularly beat the shit out of her, so this wasn't the first time I'd had to rescue her, allthough this definitely was the worst. On nights she couldn't take it, she'd come down and stay on my couch, or go over to one of her girlfriend's.

As for me, I just didn't like the son of a bitch, never did.

Thing is, like a lot of couples like this, they'd fight and holler and slap each other around, then like as not take each other back. I always figured a guy like that had to have something extra in his pants for any woman to want anything to do with him. I just never could see through it

Teri wasn't blameless either. She was always out fucking around, and that naturally pissed Ronnie off. She waited tables at the Waffle House, and it seemed sometimes like a big tip, or even a big smile, had a persuasive effect on her. Ronnie would find out and beat her up and throw her out, and she'd beg to come back, and he'd take her back and they'd get all cuddly and fuck.

Teri was my kid sister. I say "kid", she was two years younger than me. I'd noticed as she grew through her teens that she'd become a pretty little thing -- not much over five-foot-two, certainly not more than 110 pounds, dark hair, pretty eyes, small tits, cute ass -- but even as she got to be a woman, I'd never really looked at her, you know, THAT way.

A lot of guys did, though, and that bothered me a little; I mean, this was my sister. It bothered me a little more when, on the nights she'd come and stay on my couch, she'd peel down and pull on one of my shirts, then cover up with a blanket, and I'd get that all-over feeling looking at her stretch and undress.

I was getting mostly enough anyway. Karen was my on-again, off-again girlfriend, and that was about all either of us needed. If I was horny, I'd call Karen. If Karen was horny, she'd call me. We never took ourselves too seriously, and neither of us got so friendly that we'd get jealous of the other. It was about perfect, really.

If Karen was over and Teri needed a place to run to, I'd shoo Teri off, and she'd go stay with her bud Tammy and Tammy's weird roomate -- I never could remember that girl's name. Or there was that other girl from the Waffle House, Susan. Sometimes Teri would go hang with her for a day or so.

Teri and I both lived at Country View Village, a fair-size trailer park off the 49 near Madison. The places weren't new, but they weren't bad. They were mostly clean, and the plumbing and everything worked most of the time. There was a wide dirt lane down the middle with a row of trailers down either side, and with room to park a car or two beside each unit.

I got a place at Country View because it was close to the job site I worked at at the time. It was only $400 a month with all utilities. When Teri needed a place a year ago, I told her they probably had a vacancy, and she rented the unit about three up the lane, on the opposite side from mine.

I kept intending to move, but I couldn't beat the price, and even when Universal started a new job, 25 miles away, I stayed where I was, figuring I'd try to save for a down payment on a house.

Anyway, the first business was to figure what to do about Ronnie.

"He's got to go to the hospital," Teri said. "He's hurt pretty bad I think. You beat the shit out of him, Bobby."

I sort of agreed, although I started to wonder whether I'd more finished off what the bottle of bourbon had started. "Did he drink all that?" I asked Teri. "Yeah, mostly," she said, pointing also to an empty on the floor. "I had a couple. We kinda been drinkin' all day"

Me, hell, I'd been drinking beer most of the evening, but it was Saturday. I'd gotten about half-drunk on toward midnight and was dozing off when the phone rang.

I checked Ronnie out. Aside from the blood and some cuts on his forehead and mid-skull, he seemed more po'd drunk than beat unconscious. "He's all right," I told Teri. Let's get him up on the couch."

"No Bobby," she said. "I don't want that motherfucker around, tell you the truth. When he wakes up and figures out what happened to him, he's REALLY gonna be pissed. I'd rather have him in the hospital, or in jail."

"Well, we ain't getting the cops involved in this," I said. Then came a moment of comic inspiration. "Let's put him in the car," I said to her. "We can put him in the car and lock the doors."

Better yet . . . "We can shut him up in the trunk. He can sleep it off in there, and when he wakes up, no way will he be getting out. He can lay there in the trunk and think it over until morning. Then you can call me up and we'll take him to the doctor's.

Teri laughed. She was a little dubious about the idea, but she went along with it.

I cinched Ronnie under the shoulders and dragged him to the door. When I had the door open, Teri got Ronnie's feet, and together we hauled his carcass to the car. I keyed open the trunk of the Pontiac, and we raised Ronnie up and rolled him into the trunk. I pulled the lid down and pushed it shut. There wasn't a sound from inside.

We went back into the trailer. We sat down, and she turned on the TV -- some movie with Glenn Close as a lawyer and she falls in love and fucks her client who is charged with murder. Teri got two glasses, put ice in them, and made two drinks out of what was left of the Early Times.

She handed me one. I noticed she was trembling. I was shaking too, from the adrenaline. We watched the movie for a few minutes. I noticed she had begun to cry a little, trying to keep it hidden.

"Thanks for saving my ass again, Bobby," she said. I took a sip of the whiskey. "Not a problem, baby sis," I said.

As she sat next to me, I put an arm around her shoulders to comfort her. Then -- maybe it was the excitement and the adrenaline -- I noticed suddenly that she looked good, real good. I leaned toward her and gave her a kiss on the mouth. She was surprised and pulled away. "Bobby, no. Why did you do that?"

I don't know exactly why I'd done it, but I did it again, and again she pulled away. "Bobby, damn it, stop that. It's not right."

Somehow, right and wrong didn't matter to me right at that moment. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her again, harder and more insistenly. I felt my dick growing, and all the sudden, damn it, I wanted my little sister. I wanted her bad.

Tery twisted and struggled and tried to stand, but I held her down tight, and she began to melt and yield. She began to return my kiss. I felt her tongue tangle with mine, and I moved my hand to one of her small, firm breasts. Her t-shirt was torn, and I could sense sweat and heat from her body.

I realized that in my hurry to get up the lane to her trailer, I hadn't put on a shirt. I also could feel a trickle of blood on my face from where the pot hat hit me. Teri reached up to the side of my head and wiped at the blood with her fingers.

I tugged at Teri's ripped shirt and pulled it over her head. That was all she'd had on over her upper body, and I could see and feel her breasts. I pulled her close to me and felt her precious, tight titties against my chest. She hesitated, then sighed and lowered her hand down my belly to the swelling outline of my dick in my pants. She rubbed it up and down. It got so hard it hurt.

I should explain. Teri and I had been close growing up, although never in any physical way, other than juvenile horsing around. We were the two kids in what amounted to a family, and when Pop disappeared and Mom hit the street, Teri and I were left to look out for ourselves.

That also meant we looked out for each other. I always came to Terri's aid when she got in a scrape, with schoolmates, authority, or what became an endless succession of boyfriends from about 14 on -- I even helped pay for an abortion she had at 15 or so. She tried to see I ate properly and didn't drink too much (although she didn't set such a great example), helped with homework (she was way smarter than me), and helped me look after money.

Sure, I noticed she'd grown to be a pretty girl, but I'm not meaning that the way you might think. That seemed never to have occurred to either of us. OK, there was one time that was kind of vivid. We'd gotten into a fight over something on some steps, and we both tumbled halfway down, with me on top of her. I remember her hard breathing and the look of fright and defiance in her eyes. But I got off her quickly and helped her up, and we thought no more about it.

And now here my kid sister was, rubbing my dick through my jeans. The same admission seemed to come to both of us at once, without a second thought. We fumbled at buttons and zippers, and with some effort i worked her tight shorts around her ass and off her tanned legs. She hadn't bothered with panties either.

Teri got my zipper down and reached inside my boxers to pull out my hard dick. It seemed a little strange that my sister was actually looking at my cock -- moreso that she actually saw it than that she had her soft hand wrapped around it. I felt something similar when I pushed her knees apart and moved my hand to her pussy. This was not Karen, or any of my other whores. This was the family treasure.

Teri stroked my dick to full length. She smiled at it, then at me. Her eyes closed and her head lay back as I worked my fingers into her tight pussy, forcing them in and out, teasing her clit with my thumb. Teri began to moan softly.

She finally took the lead, standing and walking toward the bed in the back room. I followed, eyeing the dark hair that fell to mid-shoulder, her back, and her pretty ass. I saw a butterfly tattoo on one cheek -- I'd never seen it before. She lay on her back on the bed and motioned me over, looking me up and down.

"God, Bobby, you have a nice one," Teri said, then added, joking. "I'm not afraid of it at all." She put an arm around my ass and pulled me closer, reaching for my dick with her mouth, then sucking it in through her lips. She took it with her other hand and stroked it as she sucked. She sucked harder, turning her hand around the base of my dick as she drew it into her throat.

I could feel the muscles in her throat tryng to swallow the head of my cock. God, it felt fabulous. Teri obviously had sucked a few dicks.

This was all the pleasure I could stand for now. I pulled out of her mouth and got between her spread legs, giving short, swirling pokes at the entrance to her silky tunnel. She let out little mewling sounds, then a loud groan as I pushed it all the way in with one, strong motion.

I held it there, deep inside her, not moving, and lay on her, giving her mouth a hot, hard kiss. Again she moaned, and she wrapped her legs around my ass, holding me in.

At that I pulled out slowly, then drove in hard. Again a moan, which became a cry as I buried my fat dick deep in her tight pussy, feeling the cunt muscles stretch and ripple around it. I moved into a fast, hard rhythm, pumping in and out of her, flexing my ass to pound her pussy.

We became lost in our motions, with this reaching for that and meeting halfway. We fucked for several minutes with me on top, then rolled about so as to get her on top, all in one smooth, rolling motion. She held tight to my dick, adjusted herself, and began riding me hard. She seemed almost to faint as she fucked me. I palmed her breasts, then moved a hand down to rub at her clit as she rode my rigid pole.

"Oh Bobby, this is soooo good," she cried, breathless. "God, I can't take it. This is too good baby." She moaned in time with her motions, and I could feel her pussy heating up as her orgasm built.

All together, I kissed her mouth, pulled her hair, played with her titties, and met her rocking actions with upward thrusts deep into her. Her pussy, her womb, her ass, her back, her legs all joined together as her orgasm spasmed and ripped through her body, and I continued to pound my dick up into her as she came with a sequence of loud cries.

We pulled apart in a joyous confusion, and I rolled and raised myself to mount her from behind. Driving in surely, I pushed my dick into her pussy from behind, slamming into her fast and hard. She was very vocal, and her cries and moans gave evidence of her pleasure, while at the same time pushing me to the edge.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair in each hand and pulled back hard, yanking her head backward while I fucked her tight, wet hole. My hands gripped her hips and held her impaled on my dick as I jammed it into her, deeper, faster, harder. my nuts slapping against her parts. I felt it building through my back, felt myself aching to cum.

At the very last moment, I pulled out of her, rubbing my dick on her soft ass, roared like a great warrior and fired shot after shot of white juice up the smooth skin of her back, from her white ass up and across her sun-covered back. The blasts of cum -- two, five, eight, ten thick hard shots of semen -- reached as high as her hair and covered her back in ribbons.

I couldn't at that moment remember ever having come so much, so hard. I wanted more.

Instead, I fell weakened onto her back and ass, the pool of cum smearing between our bodies. I kissed her hair, then brushed it aside to kiss the back of her neck snd the edges of her ears. I rubbed my softening dick up and down the cleft of her ass, my cum spreading like melted butter between us.

Finally, the motion stopped, and we lay spent the way we fell. Teri gave a little laugh. "Bobby baby, we should not have done that," she said, half-joking. "That was bad. That was very bad of us."

We rolled apart and lay side-by-side facing each other. We kissed, and we laughed and sighed as we transformed from physical ecstasy to loving satisfaction. It had been wonderful, and we both knew it. "Teri baby," I began. "I don't know about you, but that was something I've wanted for years but didn't know how much."

We never really stopped touching, and before long, the touches began to take effect. I kissed her nipples, and she began to rise from the plateau of contentment we both had reached. At the same time, she reached to my dick and began again to stroke it up. It responded quickly to her tugs and rubs. becoming hard again.

Again I rolled her onto her back, and again she opened her legs for me. Again I mounted her, and again I drove my cock into her tight, wet cunt. She cried out through her quickening breath, crying in time with my thrusts.

This time, if possible, was better, at least for her. Already primed with orgasms, she came quickly as I increased my tempo, driving deep into her warm hole. The faster and harder I fucked, it seemed, the more quickly she came -- over and over again. Her pleasure increased my own, adding the thrill of conquest to the heightened physical sensory load.

I pounded at her hard, nailing her to the bed, as if with a large spike through her tight pussy. We kissed, moaned, groaned, grasped at breasts and balls. I gripped her wrists tightly and pinned them over her head, holding her down and stretching her body full-length. All the time, I fucked her pussy unmercifully.

By now, it seemed she was cumming endlessly; I honestly had never seen this kind of response in a woman. No sooner had she finished one orgasm than another would build and, shortly afterward, explode throughout her body.

I needed it so bad. I released her wrists, then placed my hands under her ass so as to hold it tight as I fucked her cunt hard. I clenched my ass, making my body a straight, solid fucking machine, driving into her like a steam piston -- harder and harder, with increasing force, power and passion.

Again I felt my orgasm building in my back like a ball of fire. I rammed my stiffened body at her, my ramrod deep inside her, and my orgasm erupted through my cock, firing the load into her pussy. Teri screamed in pleasure as I gave her my cum, all of it, all my cum pumping into her hot hole.

I collapsed onto her, relaxing as if into a hot bath, groanng in complete pleasure and release. Teri stroked my hair idly, and I could almost hear her smile. It couldn't possibly be more pure and perfect.

We heard it at the same time, the sounds of muffled beating and shouts coming from outside the trailer. "It's that damn Ronnie," I said, and Teri laughed. "At least we know he's not dead," she added with a grin.

"We better do something about him," I said. With that, Teri and I got up from the bed and began pulling on clothes. I tucked the gun in the waist of my pants. Teri found her car keys where we'd left them earlier, on a small wooden table, and we went out front to the Pontiac in the yard.

Ronnie sounded furious, and a little desperate as well. He beat on the trunk lid from the inside. It was priceless..

"You ok, Ronnie?" I called out innocently. The flailing and banging stopped. "You better let me out of here, you cocksucking bastard," he answered.

"Yes," I said. "I'll let you out, pal."

Teri and I got into the car, and I started it. We drove away in the direction of town and stopped maybe a quarter-mile from the hospital. I was guessing it was about 3 o'clock in the morning. The night was warm and humid, and locusts hummed in the trees as Teri and I got out of the car on the side street.

We walked around to the back of the car, and I opened the trunk. 




Saturday Night Special



Ronnie sat upright angrily, his head still bloody, and made as if to bound out of the trunk. Instead, I raised the pistol and pointed at his head. He immediately went still.

"Now, Ronnie, you can come out of the trunk now." I twitched the gun at him and used it to wave him to the sidewalk. I handed Teri the keys, telling her to start the car and ger ready to drive. She did it.

I held the gun on Ronnie as I moved to the passenger door. He didn't try anything. I opened the door and got in, rolling down the window as I continued to hold the gun on him.

"You won't forget what you learned tonight, will you Ron?" I said, mockingly. This ought to be a good lesson, my friend."

I motioned to Teri to drive away. She did, leaving Ronnie on the curb, cursing. We both laughed for a long time.

"So where are we going?" Teri asked me.

"We'll go back to the Village," I said. "But I think you'd better stay clear for a couple of days, sis. It might take him a while to get over this. He could be dangerous for a while. Is there anywhere you can go?"

"Nowhere I'd feel real secure," Teri said. She paused for a minute. "But hey, I have a little money saved up. We could go down to Myrtle Beach for a couple of days."

"Aww, I have to go to work Monday," I said.

"Oh shit, Bobby, you never take a day off. Call in Monday morning. Make up something. Tell 'em you were in jail for the weekend." She laughed.

"You know, little sis, I like the way you think."

She laughed. "Let's go pack for a two-day trip."



Saturday Night Special



"Let's go out for dinner!" I said to Carl as he walked in the door. "I'd like a good steak!"

"I don't have a problem with that! You buying?" he grinned.

"If I have to!"

We quickly got cleaned up and I had to decide on what to wear. It didn't take me long to make up my mind. I picked out something that was certainly off the wall for a quiet evening out. But then I had plans for after dinner and didn't want to have to change into something sexy when we got home.

Now, if you've never worn latex underwear, then you don't understand the difficulty getting it on. All it takes is a little powder and a lot of muscle, but well worth the effort. I chose a full brief panty, with rings on the front to hold a tool should I need it, and of course an open bust bra top to let the girls show a bit. 

After I got my undies on, I polished them up a bit and picked out a loose long black peasant skirt and a nearly see-through black top. After putting these on I looked in the mirror and thought it may be a bit Goth, but it was sexy. To finish it off, I put on my over-the knee black boots.

When I stepped from the closet, Carl gave a low whistle and said "You look good enough to eat!"

I just smiled and said "Dessert!"

He dressed a little more conservatively and we headed out the door. I drove my Beamer, top down to the little steakhouse in the country.

The parking lot was nearly full so I got out by the front door and made Carl find a parking spot. 

The owner of the restaurant was sitting outside near the door, and greeted me with a big smile. She is a very pretty woman, long black hair, and about my size. She does also have a set of world-class breasts, and they were cleaved nicely in her low cut dress.

I waited by the door with her until Carl got back. 

"You cold?" she asked.

The question seemed odd, until I got what she meant. My nipples were hard and even though the blouse wasn't totally sheer, they stood out prominently through the material.

I blushed, but managed to reply "Not cold at all!" Her attention caused my nipples to harden even more. They were now straining against the thin fabric of my top. I knew from experience that the same effect was happening at the lower end of my anatomy, also.

"What ARE you wearing under that top? She asked politely. "If I might ask?"

Blushing again I just showed her lifting my top enough to show her the shiny latex bra.

"Damn that's hot!" she said as Carl walked around the corner.

He didn't catch me, but it was close. 

"How are you, stranger?" Dana asked.

"Hungry!"

Carl opened the door for us, and we both walked in.

The bar area was packed but I managed to get a single seat at the end. Carl stood next to me and ordered me a Cosmo and himself a glass of cab.

"It'll be about thirty minutes or so, if you don't mind the wait." Dana said.

"We're just fine here. No rush!" Carl told her.

We started a conversation with the couple next to us to pass the time. I had started on my second Cosmo when Dana came back by.

"I hate to ask, but I need to pick up a bottle of this expensive scotch in town. Wouldn't you know it, we never sell much of it, and we've got a party eating that has just about drained the bottle. Could you possibly drive me?" she asked with a sheepish little grin.

"Give me the keys! I need to make a booze run."

I turned to Dana and said "I can handle it. You don't need to go with."

She just took my arm and replied 'Yah, I do. I need to get out of here for a few before they all drive me nuts!"

"I understand!" I said as we headed out the door.

I quickly found the Beamer and got in. Dana opened her door and slid in, her dress riding up to mid-thigh.

"Thanks for the peek!" I said. 

"Guess I deserved that crack, didn't I?" she laughed.

I backed out and we were soon out of the lot and headed down the highway to town. It is only a few miles so the trip in was fast. I pulled into the liquor store and stopped.

"I'll just be a minute!" she said as she got out.

While she was in getting the bottle of scotch, I got my little attachment out of my purse and fastened it to my panties. I fluffed my skirt a little so it wouldn't be noticeable. If I had to, I could cover it with my purse when I went back in the restaurant. Secretly, I hoped I would get to use it on her.

Thirty seconds later she was out the door and getting back in. I pulled out onto the highway and headed back to the restaurant.

"Thanks for helping me out. I really did need to get out of there for a while. I was about ready to kill the staff!" She said with a laugh. 

"My pleasure!"

We quickly got back to the restaurant and she hoped out at the door. I was going to go park when she yelled to me. "Ill be back in a flash. Just let me give this to Joe! I'm not ready to stay in there yet!"

Sure enough, she was in and out and jumped back in the car. 

"Go park in the back of the lot, I've got a little something for us!" she laughed.

I drove to the back of the lot, no cars within a hundred feet and pulled up to the bluff.

I turned off the ignition as Dana brought out a present from her purse and fired it up. Shortly, we were giggling and really having a good time.

When we were finished with her little present, she leaned over a kissed me lightly on the lips. Not anything heavy, but in my condition, it was very arousing. I held her face and returned the kiss. Mine was a little more probative, and, she parted her lips slightly as I slowly licked my way between them. She moaned a little and I probed further. 

We were soon swirling our tongues together into the far recesses of each others mouths, seeing if we could swallow one another. I was still holding her face in my hands when I felt her slide one of hers under my top and cup my bare breast. My nipples already ached as she pinched one and then moved to the other. I released my hold on her face and used one hand to raise my top. The other I placed on the top of her head and began pushing her down to my swollen breasts.

Her breath was hot on my nipples as she slowly sucked one and then the other, swirling her tongue, teasing me. Each time she released one, the cool night air seemed to make my nipples even harder. I held the back of her head as she suckled me, making my passion boil and causing that wonderful tingle in my nether region. 

She slid a free hand under my skirt and up my thigh, squeezing it ever so gently as she made her way up to my latex covered crotch. She slowly began rubbing the crotch of my panties, but had not found my little surprise yet.

She brought her hand back up from under my skirt and began slowly making her way from my breasts on down my stomach. 

Just as she began swabbing my navel, she discovered my little attachment. She looked up at me, and even though it was dark and I couldn't really see her expression, I knew she was not disappointed. 

Dana lifted my skirt and found my little penis. She immediately went down on me......it and began to slowly stroke it and suck the tip. Within a minute, she brought herself back up and threw one leg over me and raised her skirt a little. With a free hand she moved her panties aside and sat down on my lap. There was a slight squishy sound as the dildo passed her labia and lodged itself in her vaginal canal. 

Dana began rocking back and forth, penetrating herself with my little black penis and grinding her clit against the slippery latex. She pressed her lips against my face and drove her tongue into my mouth, forcing me to suck it. She began fucking my mouth with her tongue as she humped against me. 

Each time she ground into me, her tongue would slide between my lips in unison to her rocking. We humped like this for quite some time, continually increasing our passion and approaching that point of no return. 

As turned on as I was, I could still hear the liquid noise coming from our joined crotches. This only made that fire burn hotter, and I knew I was soon going to be a quivering mess. 

"Fuck me....fuck me...!" she whispered nastily. "Fuck me!"

She repeated this over and over and soon I felt her began to shudder in a profound orgasm.

She stopped humping against me and growled "Cum with me! Cum....now!"

That's all it took for me, and I shook right along with her as we went over the edge together. 

When we stopped quivering, we just held each other and she collapsed against me.

When she could finally speak, all she could say was "I needed that!"

We both just laughed a bit and she got off me and opened her door.

"We better get back in!" she said as she opened my door. I swung my legs out and she helped me out of the car. I figured the long walk back would get the smell of sex off of us, but it really didn't matter. 

As we got to the door she stopped and turned to me. "Jim likes to watch!" she said with a hopeful twinkle.

I just smiled and replied "So does Carl! But.......let's go to our house!"

We entered the bar, and there was Carl patiently waiting and having a conversation with Joe.

I slid in next to him and asked "Miss me?"

He just laughed and asked "We're you gone?"

I leaned closer and whispered "I had to fuck Dana's brains out!"

"Sure!" he replied.

"They're coming over after dinner. You'll see!"

He gave me that quizzed look as if he were trying to comprehend my seriousness.

About that time Dana came up and said "Table's ready!"

She walked us to the dining room and seated us in a corner. "Hope it's acceptable!"

She gave me a little wink and added "See you soon!"

During dinner I told Carl all about my little rendezvous with Dana in the back of the parking lot. He seemed excited that she and Jim were coming over after they closed.

"Now...the boys just get to watch...right?" he asked.

"That's what Dana said!" I replied as we were finishing our wine. "Don't worry. We'll give you boys a good show.

Dana came by the table and picked up the check. "No charge!" she grinned.

"You know where we live?" I asked.

"It's in my GPS!" she said "Can't wait!"

We left the restaurant and Carl drove home. By the time we got there, I couldn't wait to get in the hot tub. After peeling of my latex, I joined Carl in the tub.

"Had to get all that baby powder off!" I laughed. "Go find something for me to put on, please!"

He left the tub and I soon got out and dried off.

By the time I got inside, he had laid out something for me to wear. It was a 1950's vintage baby doll......completely sheer with matching panties.

"At least the panties have a double crotch to keep me warm!" I chuckled.

"I'll turn on the fireplace! But......I think you'll be plenty warm.

I put the little outfit on and Carl went and turned on the fire. When I got to the living room, he was at the bar opening a bottle of very good wine.

"Special occasion?" I asked as I posed in entry.

"Just for tonight!" he grinned. "Need to let it breathe a while.

He polished up four glasses as I made myself comfortable in front of the fire.

"Bring the bear rug from the den!" I asked.

It was soon laying on the floor in front of the fire....with me sitting in the middle.

A few minutes later, Dana and Jim drove up.

Carl went to the door and greeted them.

"I guess the ladies would like to put on a show for us" I overheard Jim say.

"That's my understanding!" Carl replied.

Carl showed them to the living room and to the bar. He poured four glasses and they turned to where I was sitting in the middle of the rug.

"Looks like I'm over-dressed!" Dana exclaimed as she unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. She was now standing there in just her very lacy turquoise bra and panties. The crotch of which was a lot darker than the rest from our earlier encounter. I felt my girl parts twitch a little and knew I was leaking fluid also.

Carl brought me a glass of wine and we all toasted to the evening.

He put some light blues on and went over to his recliner. 

"Grab a seat, Jim!" he said."

Jim got into my recliner and the boys got comfortable and prepared to watch Dana and I get crazy. 

Dana and I got down on the rug and sipped our wine. It was warm by the fire, but.....there were four very hard nipples as we eagerly anticipated exploring each other. Dana finally set down her wine glass and cupped my face with both hands. I quickly set my glass down and leaned forward slowly bringing my face to her. Our lips met and we began gently kissing each other lightly. The taste of the wine on our lips made me flush with excitement. 

I began running my hands through her hair and pulled her face tighter into mine. Her tongue lased out and I parted my lips and allow her to explore the depths of my mouth. I snaked my tongue into hers and we entwined like two snakes mating. The heat of our breath now came quickly and with a great urgency. She brought one hand down to my breast and gently cupped it through the thin fabric, forcing my nipple against her palm. She slowly rotated her palm causing friction and making my nipple even harder.

I felt the wetness increase between my legs and knew the crotch of my thin panties was soaked. She moved her hand to my other breast and repeated her circular motion. We had still not broken our swabbing of each others mouths and our breast was now becoming deeper and more fervent.

Finally she broke out kiss and sat back. She picked up her wine and took a drink...laughing.

"Hot?" she asked.

"You asking me or Marsha?" Jim asked.

She just pointed at him...then Carl!

They both just nodded and she winked at me "I thought so!"

She put her wine glass back down and unsnapped her bra, letting her gorgeous breasts fall free. Her areolas were nearly as large as a silver dollar with little pink nipples poking proudly from the center.

I reached for them and cupped one in each hand.....swirling my palms around as she had done to me and then lightly pinching her nipples.

She grabbed the bottom of my baby doll and pulled it up over my head as I raised my arms. 

We were now sitting on the rug in just our panties and I was already nearing an orgasm.

She lowered her mouth to one breast and gently sucked my nipple in. biting it gently on the way back out. A repeat performance on the other had my lower region quivering even more and I knew my vagina was a gooey mess. 

She leaned back and allowed me to have my turn at her breasts.

She obviously liked taking the lead and I certainly didn't mind the change. As I sucked on a breast, her hand went to my stomach and then across my panties to my crotch. A finger pushed the thin fabric between my fluid covered lips and slightly into my canal.

I pushed back against her hand a little and her finger went a bit deeper, forcing the nylon fabric inside me.

"You're really wet!" she whispered. "So am I!"

My hand went down to her little bikini and found a very damp area coving her swollen lips. I brought my hand up and slid it down the top of her panties finding that she was also completely bald. 

I curled my finger between her lips and dipped into the copious moisture that had collected there. I brought my finger out and over her swollen clit as I left her panties.

I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it seductively.

"You taste like a woman..." I whispered.

Dana just moaned and kissed me hard again. She finally broke away and said "Time for another drink!"

We had now forgotten the boys and were off into our own little woman pleasing world.

We both sat there drinking our wine and looking at the lust in each other's eyes. There was no touching for now.....only anticipation.

Finally she set her glass down and pushed me back on the rug. My head was propped up a bit on "Smokie" so I was very comfortable. The fire was warming both of us and seemed to drive our desire even higher. 

Dana pulled my panties down and I put my legs a little in the air so she could remove them. 

"A little sticky!" she laughed as she tossed them to Jim. 

She then peeled hers off and threw them to Carl.

"Enjoy those. That's all you get!" she laughed.

She turned around and backed herself up my body until her beautiful nether region was over my face. She spread her legs wider and her glistening lips opened showing the deep pink inside. I could see her engorged clit at the top of her entrance and it made me salivate. Ever so slowly she lowered her pussy down onto my mouth. When I could finally reach it, I gave her a long lick from top to bottom, causing her to shudder and moan a bit. I knew I was doing what she liked as I began licking her slowly, inserting my tongue as far as I could into her canal. She pushed down harder and her vagina seemed to swallow my tongue. Lubrication was running freely from deep within and it spilled out and onto my chin creating a slippery resting place for her mound. She began grinding down onto my mouth, fucking my face with her sopping hole. Low moans were escaping her lips alternating with whispers of "Fuck me....eat me, baby!" over and over.

I thought at some point she was going to pay attention to my running vagina, but she was totally absorbed in the licking I was giving her.

I grabbed her butt and pulled her tighter down against my face, only to have her rise up and then grind down again against me. My tongue never left her vagina as I now started sucking her lips and clit. 

Her bucking became more frantic now and I knew she was getting ready to explode. She began shaking uncontrollably and forced her hot hole hard against my sucking mouth.

Though I knew she couldn't understand what I was mumbling....she knew what I said.

She did!

Her vagina clamped tightly against my tongue and began hard rhythmic contractions as she shook against me. Her orgasm...or should I say orgasms seemed to grow stronger with each contraction as she threw her head back and wailed. Each time the contractions subsided they seemed to start again. She must have had five or six before she finally pulled off my face. She gasped and giggled at the same time.

When she finally got her breath she just swung off me and with glassy eyes tried to speak.

I just put my finger to her mouth to seal it and said "I know!"

There was a muffled applause coming from the penis gallery. Dana and I both giggled and I sat up and took a drink of wine. Dana took hers, took a sip, and then smiled.

"You sure know how to eat pussy!" she whispered in my ear.

I just smiled and whispered to her "Your turn."

We set our glassed down and she lay with her head on "Smokey's".

I crawled up and knelt above her face. Her tongue was already out.

"Not just yet!" I thought to myself and dipped two fingers into my vagina.

I slowly withdrew them coated with long glistening strands of my overabundant lubrication cling to them. I slowly brought them to her open mouth and swabbed them across her tongue. She sucked my fingers until she was satisfied she had removed my goo and then I withdrew them, reinserting them, along with another back into my gaping hole.

This was repeated several times until I had managed to get four fingers in me and then into her mouth. From the way she was squirming I knew she was still ready to go. 

"Later!" I thought and slowly lowered my crotch onto her mouth. Her tongue went deep inside me as I ground down onto her face. I began rocking back and forth against her mouth rubbing myself off on her lips and tongue. I wanted it to last, but knew that in my heightened state it wouldn't. I had nearly cum just eating her.

I stopped rocking and began lowering my vagina onto her tongue and then raising back up just out of reach. She apparently liked to be teased this way, because she strained desperately to get her tongue back inside.

Finally I rose totally out of reach and looked down at her. She had a pleading look in her eyes and she mouthed the words I love.




Saturday Night Special



"Cum in my mouth.......please!"

I lowered myself back down and ground hard against her face, her tongue buried deep within me and her lips sucking hard on mine.

Without making a sound, I began that first of many spasms into her mouth. She sucked harder and over and over I orgasmed, her lips locked to me. When I finally stopped spasming, I relaxed a bit, thinking she would release my vagina from her lips, but she kept sucking. 

Call me a bad girl or a nasty slut, but what could I do. I slowly began relaxing my bladder control and allowed a small squirt of pee escape into her mouth. She sucked harder so I just began peeing into her mouth. Her lips never unlocked from my labia as I filled her mouth over and over with hot urine. Not a drop escaped her as she swallowed it all.

When I was empty, she finally released her lock on me and I slid back, kneeling over her chest.

"How did you know?" she mouthed.

I leaned my head down and whispered "You didn't quit sucking! I suppose you want to fill me up now?"

A sheepish grin and a nod. 

"This is a first!" she announced in Jim's direction.

She got up and I resumed a position on my back. She turned and squatted over my face and I held her pussy about six inches from my face while she reached down and spread her lips.

"Ready?" she asked (I didn't know whether she meant Jim or me, so I just opened my mouth). I saw her little urethra expand and a small dribble of pee shot out and into my mouth. This was followed by a larger one, and then a full stream was flowing from her into my open mouth. It's not easy swallowing with you mouth open, but I managed to contain it all and still swallow.

When she was finished I lifted my head up and licked her as she tried to stand.

"That.......I don't believe!" Jim blurted in awe.

"Well she did it to me first!" Dana laughed. 

I saw the glazed over look in his eyes and figured he had probably just lost it.

Too bad.........We had only got started.

"You boys like to see a little strap-op action?" I asked as I stood up stretching my arms.

"I'll go get one!" Carl said jumping from his chair.

He turned to ask 'which one'?

"You know what I want......oh, and bring a towel!"

"Jim, would you get us some more wine? Puleasse!" Dana begged as she held out an empty glass.

Jim got up and went to the bar. We both noticed he was walking with a little discomfort.

As he poured my wine I asked "Enjoying?" He just laughed and nodded. Dana and I both knew that answer.

Carl returned with a towel and my leather teddy with the "Vixen" attached. 

"Wanna blow me?" I asked as I pulled it up and laced it.

I don't think it would have mattered, but it appeared there were three willing applicants for the job.

Dana got on her knees in front of me and examined the dildo. 

She looked up at me and I just nodded and mouthed "It is what you think!"

The next thing I saw was her engulfing that tool to the knob at the base.

She moved her head back and forth over the dildo alternately jerking it into her mouth.

This was not her first 'blowjob" by any means. I began squeezing my breasts and forcibly fucking her face. She was most content sucking the tip and jerking it into her mouth. I freed up a hand and gave the inflation bulb a little squeeze. 

Dana felt the knob expand a little and grasped it a little tighter. Back into her mouth went the tip. I squeezed the other bulb and gave her a little shot of 'pre-cum". Her head pulled back a little but she kept her lips over the tip, still sucking.

When she released the tip from her mouth to take a breath, I gave her another little shot. It hit her lips and she just licked them and sucked even harder.

She now grasped the base firmly and began stroking the five inch cock with her other hand. She kept her mouth open and her tongue out, and began mumbling over and over.

"Cum in my mouth......cum in my mouth..........cum in my mouth!"

Her hand holding the base now went to her crotch and she began frigging herself furiously. Onto the cock went her mouth and she took it all the way in past the knob. I gave the pump one more squeeze and then began humping her face harder. I could feel the trebling in her body as she began to orgasm again and I unloaded into her throat. Five shots of cum went through that cock and past her lips.

She garbled words and almost gagged as I emptied the reservoir into her. Her hand slowed to a gently rubbing on her labia and I deflated the knob. She just sat back on her butt as my cock popped out of her mouth.

She laughed a bit and said "What was I thinking?"

"I know!" I unfastened the dildo from my harness and handed it to Carl.

"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked.

I just pointed toward the kitchen. He knew what to do.

Jim went with him and shortly they returned with it. Jim stopped at the bar and filled his glass from a new bottle of wine.

"Anyone else?" he asked.

Dana and I both raised our empties and he came over and poured for us. He also filled Carl's glass, and then sat back in the chair.

Carl handed me the 'Vixen' and I reattached it. Dana put down her glass and gave it a few strokes.

"That thing is amazing!" Never seen anything like it!" she said with a little smile. You plan on using it on me again?"

"This time it goes somewhere else!" I told her.

She pointed to her swollen labia and then got up on her hands and knees.

"Doggy.....if you don't mind!" she laughed.

"That was my plan!"

I briefly sat my wine on the tile and got behind her. Her opening was swollen and glistening pink inside. I grabbed the shaft and placed it at the entrance to her hole.

Slowly, she backed into me; the tip entered her and then slowly disappeared into her depths. She took all five inches of the shaft easily and stopped at the knob. 

I gave it a little squeeze and inflated it just a bit. I gave her a little squirt of the warm cum and she gave a little squeal as it shot into her.

"Ready for the rest?" I asked coyly.

She just nodded and pushed back into me. I let her do the work and the inflated knob slid past her labia and into her canal. She began to push back and forth against me and I gave the bulb a couple more squeezes so it wouldn't dislodge from her.

She gasped a little as the 'Vixen' realized its full inflation. "Oh God that feels good!" 

Now it was my turn. I began to jab her rapidly letting her get used to the feel of the tool inside her. She bucked back against me and we got a really good rhythm going as the 'Vixen' was locked deep inside her. 

I kept the pressure of it bouncing against my crotch as she lowered her head to the rug and began squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipples.

Her breath was coming in gasps as I continued pounding her in helter-skelter fashion not letting her anticipate what I would do next.

I looked over at Carl and then back at Jim. Their eyes were glued to us, not wanting to miss a stroke. I could see Carl had a bulge in his pants, but was not stroking himself. 

"Get me the towel to put under us! Don't want to mess up the bear!" I ordered. "Oh......and bring a saucer for Dana. She's going to need it!"

She turned and looked at me with wild eyes, wondering perhaps what I meant, but I think she knew.

I picked up my glass and drank some more wine as I stoked hard into her. She was going absolutely crazy as each time I pulled back; we remained locked together in ecstasy.

She began to growl "fuck me...fuck me harder!'.

Not wanting to disappoint her I stroked deeper and stronger.

My actions had me on the brink and I knew she must be close. We had been locked in passion for nearly ten minutes. 

"Cum in me.........cum in me now!" she screamed as she stiffened. That's all it took for me and I rammed hard against her and began unloading the 'vixen' into her. Each squeeze of the bulb brought another squeal from her and I had a hard time controlling it while I was also in the middle of a tremendous orgasm myself. 

Five or six shots and it was empty. I collapsed over onto her and tried to regain my breath. Our sweaty bodies stuck together as I almost lay on top of her.

Slowly releasing the pump I whispered "I'm shrinking."

She giggled and said "I know!"

I got off her back and now that the knob was deflated, began to withdraw. As the tip became visible I placed the saucer under her. When the tip fell from her, a small squirt of cum escaped a dropped into the bowl.

Dana sat back a bit and grabbed the bowl, adjusting the position so the massive amount of cum inside her would not be lost. 

I got out of the way so Jim could see her expel the gooey mess. I saw her belly tighten then a torrent of cum ran into the bowl. She was more than full.

She looked down at it and gave me a questioning look.

"Down the hatch!" I ordered.

She grinned and brought it to her lips and drank it in one gulp. She made a face as she swallowed.

"That's nasty!" she laughed as she licked the bowl clean.

I crawled under her and licked a few drops that still clung to her swollen labia.

"So are you!" I said.

I turned to Carl and said "Why don't you and Jim go out on the deck and have a cigar!" We have some other things to do and you don't get to watch!"

Carl and Jim got up and stopped at the bar. Carl got out two cigars and another bottle of wine and they walked out onto the deck.

"Now we can have some fun!" I said.

"What did you have in mind?"

"You'll see!"