7 comments/ 20185 views/ 14 favorites She's Stuck in the Sixties By: adamaxilla Dear readers... part of this story made a brief appearance here before being yanked down at my request because it was submitted by mistake (unfinished, not proofread and in the wrong category). Very few people saw it because they took it down promptly, but if you read a story with a similar title earlier this month, this is the same (albeit now longer and complete) so act accordingly. ***** When twenty seven year old plumber Mac Crawford saw the message light blinking on his company phone that morning, he had a suspicion about who it was that had left a message, and the minute he heard the voice he chuckled and shook his head. "Hello Mac," chirped the unmistakable voice of the middle-aged woman on the hill, his one-man firm's best customer over the last year or so. "When you get a chance could you come out here? The damn faucet's leaking again. Thanks. Peace." The faucet. He had been out to replace that six months ago, and it had started leaking several times since then. Same with the toilet repair he had done. Nothing stayed fixed. There was another message on the machine, and when he prompted it, the same voice came on. "Hi Mac. Me again. I just left a repair request on the machine and forgot to tell you who I am. It's Peggy. Okay? Bye. Peace." Mac knew who it was of course. When you get 40 or so messages over the space of a year you start to recognize the voice. Then again why would somebody keep calling the same plumber when the work never stayed fixed? It wasn't his work that was screwy though, it was Peggy Pierce. It had taken Mac a while to figure it out and was feeling bad about what seemed like substandard work he had done until he realized that the woman was loosening connections and undoing his work. One time he had mentioned that to Peggy and the fiery redhead had taken umbrage at the suggestion that she was crazy enough to do such a thing, especially since she paid him for every service call. That she did, and after that she started to put some variety in the repairs that needed doing. The toilet one week, the sink drain the next and so on. Mac wasn't fooled and he suspected that Peggy knew full well she was onto her game. She didn't care. She just wanted him to visit her. People of the small town of Thurman in the Adirondacks of New York State all knew Peggy Pierce. Some said she was crazy, others claimed she was eccentric but harmless. A burnt out hippie who live alone in a simple cabin on a hill off the main drag. A free spirit who didn't seem to care what people thought of her. If there was ever a Mr. Pierce to help her, he was long gone. Mac grew to really like her even if she did drive him bonkers on occasion at first, and even though she was a little strange Mac began to understand why she kept calling him, and he he loved it when she did. She might not have been a spring chicken but looked certainly okay for 50 something or however old she was, and if she wanted companionship that badly she could go to the tavern in town and wouldn't likely go home alone. Peggy didn't visit the Stony Creek Tavern though, or if she ever did frequent customer Mac Crawford never saw her there. Her social life seemed to be the plumber's visits and her entertainment was the music that played in the cabin non-stop it seemed. Vinyl, not CD's or cassettes, and if there was something she owned more recent than the seventies Mac hadn't heard it during any of his visits. That was fine by Mac because having heard that music played by his parents as he grew up, he knew much of it already and much preferred it over hip-hop, faux country and other stuff popular today. Mac also wasn't put off by some of Peggy's eccentricities. Despite what seemed to be her rather bohemian lifestyle she was always clean and her frizzy red hair was always washed, but she wore no perfumes or many other chemicals, although she often did reek of patchouli. Peggy didn't appear to own a TV or a computer but seemed to be a voracious reader with books filling a multitude of shelves on the bookcases they shared with her LP's, and her washing machine was something out of the stone age, one of those ones with the wringer on them that Mac had fixed one time at the start of their relationship. Mac didn't know what else Peggy did or didn't have in the way of modern conveniences, but there were two things that he was reasonably certain that Peggy Pierce did not possess. One thing were brassieres. Peggy was fond of wearing vintage tank tops of bands people his age had likely never have heard off, and Peggy never wore anything underneath those skimpy tops in winter or summer. It wasn't that Peggy Pierce was the kind of woman who didn't need a bra either, and the evidence of that was clear to see. Peggy was a rather slender woman but her breasts were quite large, their size accentuated by the somewhat petite body that carried them. The bell-shaped jugs hung low and swung free, and Peggy didn't mind if they got looked at either, Mac knew full well. From that very first visit Mac had looked but he rationalized his gawking at a woman old enough to be his mother at the fact that Peggy's breasts were impossible not to look at. The tank-tops she wore were barely able to contain them and left little to the imagination, although from the minute Mac had finished his work on that first visit, his imagination was no longer needed. The other thing not present, or least not used at Peggy's cabin were razors. The bushy red hair that filled the deep caverns under Peggy's skinny arms was long and grew thickly, and if her armpits had ever felt a razor it had to have been many moons ago. That had put Mac off at first because this was something his generation had been conditioned against, but the more he saw it the more he got to like the look. It wasn't for everybody but it was perfect for Peggy and underlined her free spirited nature. Her legs were also unshaven but unlike her underarms the hair on her calves was faint and sparse. Faint and sparse would not describe what was under Peggy's panties when she wore them, because her wild untrimmed bush was too widespread to be contained even when she did have a pair on with the dense pubic growth ranging high, low and wide. How did the plumber know all this? That was simple. Peggy had showed it to him. All of herself without hesitation or shame, and after he got done with whatever bogus repair needed doing at the Pierce place this day he would probably see it Peggy again in all her natural glory. Since business wasn't all the great lately, that was fine with Mac but he knew that even if he had a lot of jobs lined up he would always find time for Peggy. *** "Hi Peggy," Mac said as he lugged his tool box up the steps and into the simple cabin at the top of the hill. "Which one is it this time?" "Hey Mac honey. The bathroom sink. Started dripping a couple of days ago," Peggy explained. "The Fillmore East," Mac said as he looked at the logo on the tan shirt as well as the pendulous breasts that hung free underneath the baggy top. "You ever go there?" Peggy asked and then corrected herself. "Hell, what I am I thinking? You're too young to know that place. I went just once just before they closed. The New Riders of the Purple Sage opened for the Grateful Dead. You ever hear of them?" "Of course I have and that's the Dead you're playing now isn't it?" Mac said as he cocked his ear to the sounds of "Uncle John's Band" roaring from the other room. "It is!" Peggy chirped happily. "Mac, I swear you were born too late." "I've heard that before," his burly plumber agreed as he swiveled the broad shoulders of his 6'1" 220 pound frame to get into the bathroom's narrow doorway along with his tools. "Too bad you weren't my age and I didn't know you back then. We could have had a heck of a time you and me, or at least that's the way I figure it," Peggy said as she stood in the doorway. "That too loud for you?" "No, it's fine. What's that you always say? If it's too loud..." "You're too old!" Peggy finished for him, and as she put her hands on the top molding of the doorway she asked, "Get you something to drink? Coffee, tea or me? Water maybe?" "No, I'm good," Mac replied as he watched the aging woman flaunt her sexuality rather blatantly since her t-shirt and her pose showcased her massive hangers along with the wild sprays of burnt orange hair under her arms, and while he didn't have to look he always did. "As long I have my tools I'm good." "A man without his tool is pretty worthless," Peggy cackled. "You mind listening to the Dead? I can put on something else. Santana maybe? What's the best music to do your thing by?" "No, it's fine. Just about everything you play is fine just as long as you don't put that sitar music on again," Mac joked as he crawled under the sink. "Ravi Shankar? He's an acquired taste I guess, I'll grant you that," Peggy replied. "Like me." Mac joined in her laughter, glancing at her bare feet and the light down around her ankles, and he had to agree with that self-assessment. Her feet were clean which given her barefoot mode was remarkable and spoke for the cleanliness of her cabin's floor, and as he looked at them he wondered what Peggy would do if he grabbed her ankle and started sucking on her toes. He knew what she would do. Nothing, except maybe yank his shoes and socks off and suck on his too. Workingman's Dead played on and Mac Crawford fixed what Peggy had undone to justify his visit while the woman stood there and chatted. Mac took his time because he had gotten into a somewhat comfortable position that let her look at Peggy's feet. The dusty of light red hair on her calves he was ambivalent about - but much preferred the feel of that over legs covered with razor bumps - unlike her armpit hair which he liked and her bush which he loved. He would be seeing it all shortly, or at least that was the likely ending of this service call. It had gone that way for the other 40 or so times he had been here, so while he still looked at the visit here as a job and sometimes rolled his eyes when he heard her voice on the machine, if Peggy ever stopped calling or ended the visit only with the crumpled tens and fives and sent him on his way, he would be hurt and vowed not to ever take her for granted. "That should do it," Mac announced after climbing to his feet and testing the connections while Peggy stood at his side holding his bicep snugly. "Thanks Mac," Peggy said, and after the plumber nodded and glanced over he saw the unmistakable impression of her nipples poking out into the fabric of her top as the cotton garment's strength was tested. "It's nice to have a big strong man around the house - sometimes." "Let me wash my hands and I'll get out of your hair," Mac told her, and as he scrubbed his meaty paws Peggy disappeared, likely going to the kitchen or the bedroom where they would settle up, as she called it. As it turned out Peggy was in the kitchen lighting up a joint, and while it was a bit early for such a thing Mac knew better than refuse so he took a toke and then gave it back, explaining that he still had another call to make. "I like it better when I'm your last stop," Peggy said as she flipped the vinyl over, and after Mac explained that his final one was to the local tavern which didn't open until later so there was no rush she smiled. "That's good. Guess we should settle up." Mac nodded and followed Peggy into the bedroom where the bed was either unmade or turned down, and as Peggy turned to face him she put her arms around the burly man's neck and nibbled on his ear. "Much as I like it, don't do my ass today honey," Peggy purred. "Last time I couldn't walk right for days." "Sorry," Mac replied. "Not your fault. Remember I was the one that kept yelling for you to fuck me harder," Peggy reminded him, and then giggled a bit when she felt the plumber's thumbs slide up her sides and under her upraised arms to stroke the soft abundant hairs. "Mmm - now that you can do all day you kinky boy." "Okay," Mac smiled in response, and he suspected that he enjoyed the feel of the silky fur as much as the older woman liked what he did to it. "You're getting hard already," Peggy sighed as she leaned into him and tried to get her crotch to line up with the taller man's. "That big juicy cock of yours needs to get out of confinement." "You know best," Mac told her, and with a grace that belied her age - and how old was she? maybe mid-fifties which would make her twice his age - she dropped to her knees and deftly undid his belt and pulled down his jeans while Mac first kicked off his work shoes and then the pants. Peggy set the jeans aside and let her hands slide up Mac's hairy legs on the way to his briefs, and she gave the bulge a playful bite before impishly looking up at the plumber for approval. Peggy's hand rubbed the bulge in his boxers before easing them down, and after his semi-erect manhood swayed a bit up to meet Peggy she snatched it, holding the thick shaft of his cock in her fist and leaning forward to slip her tongue under the foreskin. "Love this big beautiful cock of yours," Peggy muttered before opening her mouth and letting her lips slide down the bulbous knob, and while Mac knew his cock was nothing exceptional size-wise he loved hearing her say it. Mac's cock wasn't much longer than average if at all, but his member was thick. While that had posed problems for others in the past Peggy had no complaints, proving that by taking him in any and all orifices in the past, and as the redhead's lips slid up and down almost the entire length of him it soon became fully engorged. "You going to let me have fun too aren't you Peggy?" Mac asked as he reached under her arms and lifted her to her feet, and after she stood before him his meaty hands kneaded the pliant flesh of her bosom, roughly squeezing the enormous breasts through the tank top until Peggy reached down and pulled it off to let him get at the flesh itself. "Even better," Mac sighed as he handled the soft pale flesh, the pebbly drink coaster sized aureolas tickling his palms as the fat nipples blossomed into even larger bullets. "You like Mama's jugs don't you babe?" she smiled as she writhed into his clutches, savoring the way the plumber handled her over-sized breasts. "And you know the way Mama likes them handled too." As Peggy did her little dance while he played with her breasts she stretched high and wide, either lost in the music, his fondling or a combination of the two. Mac loved her attitude and freedom as much as the freckles on her shoulders and upper chest and the sprays of hair under her arms which he leaned down and kissed lightly. Soon Peggy was unbuttoning Mac's shirt and peeling it off, and after she cast it aside buried her face in his chest, her lips finding his nipples through the little dusting of hair and sucking them hard. "That's it big boy," Peggy yelped as Mac moved her back against the bed, and as she fell back unto the rollicking waterbed she told him, "You see something you want you take it." "I am," Mac replied as he pulled her shorts down, quickly discovering that Peggy wore no panties that day and announcing, "Commando!" "Figure they would only slow you down," Peggy cackled as she spread her legs and ran her hand through the wild jungle of burnt orange curls that spread far and wide in her delta. "I'm already wet in case you're curious and in a hurry." "In that case you don't mind if I make you wetter then," Mac concluded as he climbed onto the bed and dove his head between her pale parted thighs, since the sight of her age-defying body put the cooler drain at the Stony Creek Tavern on the far back burner. "I was hoping you'd say that baby," Peggy declared as she welcomed Mac's face, running her hands through his hair while announcing loudly, "You eat pussy better than just about anybody and you don't let a little hair spook you either. That's it - eat Mama's hairy cunt like a good boy." Something about Peggy's pussy seemed to trip something inside of Mac - something maybe even primal. Maybe it was the very pungent taste and aroma or maybe it was the profuse thicket of hair that surrounded her sex, but whatever it was when combined with her frequently profane talk he become like an animal and Peggy loved that about her burly repairman. By the time Peggy came, loudly and frantically, she had squirmed all the way across the bed despite Mac's best efforts to control her movement. The waterbed was rocking them around crazily, and she had just barely stopped convulsing when she was yanking the plumber's face out of her crotch and grabbing for his cock. "How do you want me baby?" Peggy asked but Mac was already in motion and so Peggy held onto his manhood and helped him plunge it right into her pussy, howling as the thick meat burrowed into her sex. "That's it baby - fuck me hard," Peggy encouraged as she held onto his broad shoulders while he thrust first slow and sensuously and then hard and fast before slowing down again. "So good baby," Peggy told him as her hands squeezed his biceps and pinched his nipples. "You're a regular fucking machine. You going to finish the way Mama likes it?" "Don't I always?" Mac grinned as his cock plunged in and out of the little lady under him. "That's my baby, my big sweaty baby - give Mama a taste," Peggy gasped as she had Mac lean over her so she could first chew on his nipples before reaching up and burying her face under his arm and chewing his sweaty pits before plopping back down on the bed. "Time?" Peggy asked, and when Mac nodded she athletically squirmed out from under the plumber and crawled around on all fours so that she was facing the full length mirror on the inside of the closet door, which she always had open for this purpose. Mac sidled up behind Peggy after grabbing her buttocks and taking a peak at the furry grotto between them, and as he worked his cock up and down Peggy's labia he looked straight ahead at Peggy's face in the mirror. "You know how I like it," Peggy cackled as she leaned her head back and shook her frizzy red locks while admiring their images in the looking glass. "How WE like it you mean," Mac said as he pushed his fat tool inside Peggy's pussy, enjoying the look on her face in the mirror as he impaled her. "How do you like that?" "You put your cock in me yet?" Peggy snickered, pleased that her young protege not only didn't mind to play he seemed to enjoy the playful banter. "You won't be saying that in a few minutes when you're begging for mercy," Mac assured the older woman. "Been tried before," Peggy snapped back. "Lot of men have tried." "I'm not a lot of men," Mac growled, grabbing Peggy's scalp and pulling her head back gently. "I'm going to tear your hairy pussy to shreds." "So far all you're doing is putting me asleep - less filibuster and more fucking!" Peggy yelped just as Mac started doing exactly that. It had taken the plumber a while to get into the role that Peggy wanted him to play, since before he met the aging hippie he was more the gentle and caring lover, or at least he had usually tried to be. Peggy liked a little of that, he had found, but this is what she really loved. Hard, rough and vulgar. "Fuck!" Peggy howled as Mac savaged her from behind, his thick tool driving in to the hilt as he made the bed rock so much she was forced to hold on tight to stay on all fours, helped by the fist of hair Mac had hold of. "That all you got?" Mac's next thrust almost lifted Peggy's knees from the bedding, and judging by the way she laughed maniacally she loved it when he smacked her ass hard with his palm. In the mirror he hardly recognized himself because he looked like something from a zoo, with sweat flying off of him, his face red and nostrils flared. She's Stuck in the Sixties Peggy's features were flushed as well as she took what someone looking in from the outside might have considered an assault but what she considered pure primal lust, and the plumber couldn't get too wild for her tastes. Letting go of Peggy's scalp, the sight of watching the older woman's breasts swaying down perilously close to the bedding inflamed him even more, and Mac leaned down over the woman and reached around her to grab the slippery torpedoes. "Just like that baby - gonna cum soon," Peggy squealed. "That's it - keep going..." Mac's cock pounded relentlessly, and in the mirror the way he had mounted Peggy made them both look like animals. The woman's head rolled back on her shoulders as she seemed to moan in tongues, while Mac tried desperately to time his own orgasm with hers while his hands clawed at her tits and yanked at her armpits. Peggy's scream came just in time as Mac had lost control, and had already started spurting into her when the woman's pussy convulsed around his organ. He held on tight as they both came, and when they finally stopped cumming they collapsed into the bedding, sweaty and sloppy and satisfied. "Whew!" Peggy gasped over getting out from under Mac and looked up at the ceiling while trying to catch her breath. "Mac honey, you keep raising the bar every time it seems. That was as good as it gets and your language! So filthy. I almost came just hearing about you screaming something about destroying my hairy cunt." "Don't make a habit of using that word," Mac mumbled. "No boundaries in this cabin honey." "This should have been my last stop," Mac grunted as he rolled over onto his side and looked over at the older woman. "I'm dead." "Bullshit. I bet that after 10 or 15 minutes of me rimming your asshole and sucking your cock you'd be hard as a rock and looking for more," Peggy suggested, but then added, "Problem is that I don't think I have the energy for it. You may have knocked the fuck right out of me. No fun getting old - oh and before I forget - I won't be having any plumbing emergencies next week so you won't be hearing from me." "Going on a trip?" Mac asked as he reached over and let his index finger play under Peggy's arm. "Me? No, you know me. I hardly ever go anywhere. My daughter is coming for a visit to celebrate my birthday with me," Peggy explained while playfully pretending to bite Mac's frolicking finger. "Get to collect Social Security now." "Your daughter? wait - Social Security?" Mac blurted out, stunned at this sudden overload of information from a woman who shared little before. "Old enough to collect Social Security?" "Yeah, I'm going to be sixty two. How old did you think I was? 80?" "Omigod no," "50 - 55 maybe. 62?" "Does that mean I have to find another plumber?" Peggy asked. "Don't you do senior citizens?" "No, I mean yes," Mac stammered. "I can hardly keep up with just you though so don't give my business card to the AARP. And you have a daughter? I didn't know that." "You know why you didn't know?" Peggy asked him, and after he shook his head she explained. "It's because I didn't tell you. I don't tell people around here much about me because I think too many of them are in-bred judgmental asses. Let them think I'm the bat-shit hippie on the hill. Fuck 'em." "Then why are you telling me?" "Because I like you," Peggy explained. "You seem to take me as I am, and that's all I want. No judgments or anything." "I like you too," Mac said. "Although I did think you were a bit wacky at first myself." As he said that he looked at the woman who was actually well more than twice his age, her breasts still massive even with her on her back, and if he ever told friends he was really very fond of Peggy Pierce and thought that a woman with more hair under her arms than he had was sexy, they would think he was wacky too. Peggy had a point though, Mac concluded. Fuck 'em. "Do you have other children?" "No, just Celeste," Peggy said. "She's a plus sized version of me only a newer model, so I better keep you two apart so I don't lose my plumber." "I'm yours, don't worry about that," Mac said. "I'm sorry but actually hearing things about you is mind-boggling. All I've done up to now is guess and soak up what you do share." "What do you want to know?" Peggy asked. "Nothing you don't want to share." "The Peggy Pierce story isn't that interesting," the old woman said. "It's downright boring to me but since you're probably my best friend if you want to hear it..." "I'd love to," Mac said. "I'll make it as brief as I can, because otherwise you'll have my armpit in dreadlocks the way you're twirling your finger around in there," Peggy chuckled and then quickly added, "I didn't say stop. Now where was I?" "I don't know." "Back 62 years ago Peggy Pierce was Margaret O'Connell," she explained. "A fine Irish lass with the blue eyes and the red hair. Had a unremarkable childhood that didn't last long after an uncle discovered what an early bloomer I had become and decided to investigate further. I was young and dumb and... you can figure out the rest." "Sorry," Mac said, the thought of one of his favorite people in the world getting abused making him both ill and angry at once. "After a while I told my mother who didn't believe me, and she told my father who accused me of leading his brother on," Peggy continued. "Home life started to really suck so I took off. Hit the road Jack Kerouac style. It was fun and better than putting up with my uncle. Followed the Grateful Dead around for almost a whole year." "That must have been wild," Mac suggested. "Oh, it was a long strange trip alright," Peggy said, pausing to scream at the skipping record on the stereo, "Knock it off Jerry! Anyway, I found the love of my life and before I knew it I was married and sort of settled down but it didn't last long." "Oh?" "Yeah, after I got pregnant my husband - he worked construction when he actually did work - took a stroll while he was working but forgot that at the time he was on a girder on what was going to be the fifth floor." "Damn." "So there I was with a kid on the way and no money but I managed, thanks to my mother who helped out and babysat after Celeste arrived. Know where I got the name Celeste from? Not from the shitty frozen pizzas. It's a song by Donovan. You heard of him?" "Sure. Mellow Yellow, but I never heard that song you named your daughter after." "So I was working and struggling, and I was writing on the side - trying to write the Great American Novel that is," Peggy explained. "I was out in LA at the time and working in a seedy rental office. Some guy came in to find out about a property and told me I should be in movies, and wasn't I lucky that he was a producer. Me in movies? I laughed at that because while I'm no dog I'm no movie star either." "He says that he didn't care about my face, it was my tits he thought worthy of the silver screen," Peggy explained. "He did porn movies and thought I would be perfect. I told him I didn't know if I would be any good because when I was in a play back in school I had trouble remembering lines. He asked me if I knew how to suck and fuck, and when I said yes he said that was all I needed." "You did porn movies?" "It's been over three decades so don't worry," Peggy joked. "You can take a bath in bleach when you get home. Yeah, I did some. Toughest thing in the world back then was having to take my clothes off in front of strangers believe it or not. Back then these tits didn't head south as much as they do now so they were something to look at I guess." "They still are something," Mac observed. "Only to the chronically horny, Mac. So I did some of these short films. Some nasty ones too. Nothing I was going to brag about then or now." "What are the names of these movies?" Mac asked as the prospect of seeing Peggy at his age got his attention. "Names? Who knows? These films were little snippets of things they showed in these booths at adult book stores where guys would go in and put quarters in for about a minute of movie and then sit and pound it," Peggy recalled. "They probably didn't have names. No dialogue or much of a plot. It was just take off your clothes and do it, and don't look at the camera." "What was your stage name?" Mac asked. "You know when I get home I'm going to Google the night away." "I got called a bunch of things but those things have crumbled to dust by now. Little 8 MM reels hopefully lost in time," Peggy related. "I did get to do one actual legitimate movie, if you can call it that, and I suppose it's still out there somewhere." "What's it called?" "Something about Office - Office Antics or some stupid shit, but I think it had different names every time they released it. I got sent to this guy who told me to show him my tits. I asked him why and he said that John Holmes was in this movie that I would be perfect in, so I dropped my top and I got the part." "Big money?" "Hardly, plus I had to suck this producer's dick to seal the deal," Peggy said. "You sure you like hearing this stuff?" "I love it. It seems exciting to me, and you were young and having fun." "Not that young. I knew better but I wanted to get a better life for Celeste and me. I would end up getting a hefty insurance settlement for my husband's fall but they fought it for years, claiming he was stoned when he did his spacewalk. They might have been right, I don't know, but at the time I was desperate so I ended up in this movie with John Leslie and Lisa DeLeeuw but no John Holmes. You hear of any of them?" "John Holmes for sure, on account of that movie they made of his life. No to the others, but I bet Google has." "That'll narrow it down because John Leslie was only in half of the porn movies of the 70's and 80's," Peggy explained. "So I was supposed to get a good sized part because unlike a lot these actors I could speak coherently, but the director sees me and freaks out because I look a whole lot like the star, Lisa DeLeeuw." "She was beautiful too?" Mac suggested. "Hardly. No, she wasn't good looking at all, at least I don't think she was. I thought I was prettier than her which is faint praise," Peggy recalled. "The problem was that we had similar builds. The director screamed that we both had big tits, freckles and fiery red bushes and the guy says to me people would have trouble telling us apart, so instead of being somewhat prominent I got this little five minute part having sex with Jessie St. James." "Never heard of him I'm afraid," Mac admitted. "That's because that he was a she," Peggy said with a laugh. "Nice girl - a cute blonde with little titties and a real athletic build and I think that scene was the hottest in the whole freaking movie." "I am not going to get any sleep tonight," Mac mused aloud, taking mental notes for surfing the web later. "Well like I said, this was no masterpiece by any means but you might find that one, and if you do and you can somehow make a VHS copy for me I'd appreciate it," Peggy admitted. "Have to borrow a TV but I wouldn't mind seeing myself when my tits pointed out instead of down. There's VHS machine packed away somewhere here in the shed and I can borrow a TV from somebody." "VHS?" Mac said as he tried to figure out how to pull that off. "I guess if I find it I can do that." "So that was like the start and finish of my movie career. The end came when I showed up to this other supposedly big film and I get told I'm going to screw this bunch of black guys," Peggy said, wincing at the memory. "I said no way and the guy shooting the movie accuses me of being a bigot. I'm not a bigot, I said. I'll make it with one guy but not the whole freaking Harlem Globetrotters team, so that was the end." "Just as well because I've heard that when they find out you'll do anything, once you head down that road I think the next stop is donkeys in Tijuana," Peggy explained. "So luckily I went back to my office job, and then my settlement from the accident came through at last. Like magic, right after that a novel I had submitted over a year ago gets picked up for publication." "You wrote a book?" Mac said. "Actually finished and published a book?" "Three of them all together," Peggy said. "Don't ask what they are because you won't like them. They're romance novels. No butt fucking or armpit licking - well maybe a little, but they were somewhat respectable things that made me some money. That and the settlement got me enough to take care of Celeste and then buy this grand dump which is what I really wanted, and I set my finances up so I would be comfortably poor for life." "In Thurman, New York?" Mac wondered aloud. "After all those exciting times?" "I had enough excitement my first forty years to last a lifetime," Peggy related. "Since then I got to relax and reflect. Read, write and listen to music - and thank god that record finally stopped skipping - and just play the part of the crazy burnt out hippie on the hill." "If those people around here had any idea what an amazing life you've led..." "And since you're about the only person alive who knows any of this, if somehow any of this got around," Peggy explained with rare seriousness. "I'd be hurt." "Understood." "So Mac," Peggy concluded. "After I let you in on me being a really really old lady, I tell you my sorry life story complete with my pervert uncle, my flying late husband and being a slut for the masses, and what's poking me in the hip?" "Can't help it," Mac shrugged. "What time you due at the tavern?" Peggy asked but didn't wait for an answer, simply rolling the plumber over onto his back and lifting his plump tool upright. Peggy lavished affection on Mac's re-energized manhood, skinning back the shroud and letting her lips wax the bulbous knob before swooping down the shaft as far as she could while Mac looked down and saw little besides the frizzy red hair flying. Peggy brought Mac to the brink of orgasm several times, but each time she noticed the young man's legs churning as his fists went clutching at the sheets she let up at the last minute. "What the matter baby?" Peggy said with a smirk as she climbed up on her knees between his muscular thighs and wiggled the swollen organ which was getting crimson with the veins throbbing. "Can't you cum?" "I'm gonna kill you," Mac cried/laughed as the old woman teased and taunted her lover. "Aw! Mac's big fat cock wants to cum sooooo bad," Peggy chuckled. "Where do you want to cum honey?" My mouth?" "Yes," the plumber grunted as Peggy licked the sensitive tip of his drooling dick, causing him to churn in the sheets and tear at the bedding before she stopped. "That would be fun, but then again you could always cum in my pussy one more time," Peggy suggested while climbing up and straddling his tool briefly, long enough to rub the head up and down the insides of her messy labia. "Not fair!" Mac protested. "That's a lot like life babe," Peggy reminded him as she knelt back down for a moment with his tortured cock in her fist. "Let's see - oh - this is one I bet you would like." With that Peggy leaned over and lifted her left arm up and brought Mac's cock up into the underarm, and as she rubbed the swollen member up and down the swirl of hair like it was a roll-on deodorant she cackled, "Gonna cum now aren't you?" "Oh shit!" the plumber howled as he watched his cock glide through the thicket, and as he leaned upward he chanted deliriously, "Yes - omigod - harder - faster!" "No, can't do that," Peggy teased as she straightened up and watched the pre-cum start to drool out of the beet red tip of Mac's manhood. "But I will keep that in mind for the future." "Really Peggy - I have to cum," Mac said, laughing from the torture he loved. "Maybe sometime I'll tie you to the bedposts and spend the whole day licking your joy stick, sucking your nuts and rubbing your cock under my arms and stopping right before you cum. How does that sound?" Peggy teased before deciding to end the young man's suffering. "Here. How about this?" Peggy leaned up closer to Mac until his cock was right between her hanging breasts and clamped her tits together in a fleshy vice around it, and as she slowly ground her breasts up and down she looked up at Mac who was watching attentively as the bulbous head of his cock popped in and out of hiding in her cavernous cleavage. "So good Peggy," Mac grunted as she kept moving slowly up and down, ducking down every other bob to lick the tip of the emerging cock. "I'm going to cum." "I know - cum for me baby," Peggy urged. "Make that fat cock explode all over my face." "Cumming," Mac moaned as he looked down, every muscle and vein in his face and neck bulging as he hung on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like a eternity. "Is that all..." Peggy started to say as a little wad of semen spurted out, but then Mac was wailing as a rope of cum blasted out of his cock, partly catching Peggy's face with the rest spattering down on his chest, and the next eruption was even more impressive with some of the thick ropes of semen landing on his own face. Finally the plumber's cock stopped spurting, and Peggy eased up as she felt Mac go limp, finally letting his dead dick out of the sweet mammary vice. "I think you came," the redhead announced as she felt his semen drooling down her cheek. "I think you caught most of it yourself though. Glad I didn't have my mouth on your hammer or else there might be a hole in the back of my skull." "I'll never cum again," Mac lamented as he looked down at his sore limp dick. "Until next time," Peggy smirked as he climbed off the bed to get a wet washcloth to clean the plumber's face with, and after she returned she helped with the mess he made. "That should hold you until the next time," Peggy told Mac as he reluctantly got dressed. "You know, some night if you want to, either before Celeste gets here or after she arrives," Mac said. "If you want to go down to the Stony Creek Inn for a little birthday party - you know - wings and beer or whatever..." "Not a good idea Mac. Your plumbing business isn't lucrative enough to lose customers by being seen with me," Peggy observed. "Half these goobers might not even know what plumbing is but still, I am Peggy Pierce the fool on the hill." "I don't care what anybody thinks." "I know that. Hey, think of this. Maybe I don't want to be seen with you," Peggy offered. "You know, I have a reputation to maintain around here. I like being thought of as the loon who might blow your brains out if you come around uninvited, not somebody interesting enough to get a young buck's attention. And that reminds me." Peggy reached into her drawer and pulled out money for his service call, and when Mac started to shrug it off she showed a little of her fiery other side. "Take the money. You did the work. I'm not paying you for the sex after all. You aren't that good of a gigolo," Peggy snapped and then softened, suggesting, "Well maybe you are that good, but that's not the reason for the money, and now that you know I'm doing well you should just take it. Maybe you fixed the thing right this time." "Gotcha," Mac said with a wink as he pocketed the money and kissed Peggy on the forehead before heading to the door. "Happy birthday." "See you the next time the plumbing backs up," Peggy said, and as they reached the living room she hit the switch to turn on the light above and then muttered a curse when nothing happened. "If you have an extra bulb I can change that for you," Mac offered but Peggy shook her head. "No, I changed the bulb. It's an electrical thing," Peggy explained. "Oh, I know a decent electrician," Mac started to say but Peggy cut him off. She's Stuck in the Sixties "That's okay. I've got one already," Peggy informed him. "I have him scheduled to be stopping by for a service call the day before Celeste gets here." "Oh." "You don't mind that do you?" Peggy asked, with a wry smile on her face. "Me having another fellow making service calls do you?" "No, of course not," Mac said and started to smile himself. "That's good," Peggy said as Mac began to leave. "If it matters to you, he's not as good an electrician as you are a plumber, but he is learning." "Bye Peggy," Mac said as the woman stood in the doorway stark naked while he stepped outside. As Mac looked back at his favorite customer, naked and unashamed with his dried semen hanging on her bright bush and her massive breasts still bearing the faint marks from his mauling, he realized that even though few traveled this back road, Peggy wouldn't have cared if they did see her. After all, she was a little crazy. *** Epilogue... Mac did spend much of the night looking for his lover on the Internet and to his delight he not only found the legitimate movie she was in, he watched the clip of her and that blonde over and over again - proving that while Peggy may have drained him, she also had the power to revive him. Mac also found an outfit affiliated with Amazon selling vinyl copies of the Workingman's Dead album, and while it would have been no more expensive to buy Peggy a CD player and the CD than the pricey vinyl rarity alone, he decided against it and ordered the record and had it shipped to her place with a gift card. After all, Peggy was not one for technology and vinyl fit his lover quite well. Peggy was no more a match for CD's than she was for bras and razors, and that was fine by him too. *** Thank you for reading.