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Mustang Sally

By: Softouch911



Men were disappearing in West Delosboro. Not all, certainly, nor even a majority. But news stories in the Delos Sun described the missing as "up-and-coming" men full of potential, and their failure to be found was at least puzzling. 

Each time a man disappeared, a high profile search began. In the cities, police checked hospitals and motels. Sometimes nationwide alerts were put out. But in W. Delosboro, there was one motel and no hospital. The town was in the "Last Green Valley," an area of several hundred square miles which overlaps the borders of Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and especially northeast Connecticut. On a map, this area is a pale green hole in the yellow sludge that highlights the densely populated "megalopolis," the 500-mile corridor from Washington to Boston. 

The W. Delosboro police chief would call out dogs, troops of scouts, volunteers from the three churches in town, and anyone else who showed up, to sweep the countryside, the rolling hills and two remaining farms, the stream beds, along the twisting roads, and even along the meandering riding trails around the lake. 

But the most effort was expended on Great Chauminabic, the lake spreading over twenty-seven square miles of water and coves, not including the swampland at many of its margins. Boats with search equipment and divers launched from the town marina. 

A few days later the search would become low profile and, eventually, would disappear altogether. What else could they do? The cameras and journalists disappeared and the lovely town returned to normal.

This is a story of one of those men. The bare bones of the tale came to me last night from an old woman, and I must write it down before I forget it. I'm sure some details were filled in by her imagination, and I've also added things I've heard.

As the old woman tells it, a man named Pyramus Koumanelis visited to evaluate a piece of property. He and his partner wanted to expand their auto parts business into the Last Green Valley. Their idea was that the valley was growing and would be the next place to be filled in by yellow on the map of the megalopolis. 

It would have been morning when he came over the ridge and wound down from the hills on Route 917. In front of him, the sun was just clearing the pines and oak forests around the sparkling lake. From there, the lake disappears into mist with an exquisite, delicate thin curve like a new moon in spring. The bright sails of the sailing club's morning practice were on the lake and, in the green hillside fields beside the road, the horses grazed. 

As a businessman, he probably drove up and down the two main streets in town before he went to look at the property, an empty lot across from one end of a horse field. The field interrupted the white houses built along Lake St with a hundred yards of white fence. 

The property is a grassy area beside the water across from the field. He probably parked a few feet down the street in the marina parking lot, which is bordered on one side by a small memorial park with a cannon and obelisk, and on the other by a quaint blacksmith shop and, next to it, the land that interested him.

As he walked around the area he may have looked up to see a tall woman outside the doors of the blacksmith shop. He may have waved, but she likely turned to go back inside. He would think she had not seen him. 

He would plan to speak to the owner of the blacksmith forge, his new business neighbor, but he did not on that first day. By noon he arranged to meet an engineer and an excavator on the next morning. But perhaps he drove by the blacksmith shop and saw the person he waved to. She would be shoeing an animal, one of its hoofs held between her knees. 

*****

At evening Koumanelis went to the marina shortly after the sun was behind the hills and the mosquitoes had begun to dance above the dark water. The west wind had died and would be gone until after dark, so the sailboats had been lined up in their slips earlier. Families were coming in on their fishing boats. He wanted a chance to talk with some of the residents, their hands full of fishing gear and panfish, and to get a feel for their interests.

Near dark, as he went back to his car he noticed there was a statue he had not seen before in one corner of the little park apart from the obelisk and the cannon. 

It was tarnished metal showing a tall woman peering out over the water, her back arched and the wind pulling her long, flowing hair back as she took a step and looked to the sky, into the high morning sun or the rising moon. Her arms and hands swept back behind her; her breasts were held high, her eyes closed. She wore a long gown that the sculptor's wind pressed against her legs and body. Whatever else anyone did here, nature called for attention, and she was celebrating it. She was joyful.

The next morning, he stopped at the crowded coffee shop in the center of town. In front of him, a tall woman was also waiting for service. Her red hair, he thought, was remarkable. She wore it up, but he could tell it was shiny and long. She wore a brown leather jacket that, in faded script, said "Mustang Sally's Equestrian Shop." He thought she was likely the woman he'd seen yesterday. 

Other customers said hello to her. "Mustang Sally' turned to tell one customer "I'll have time this afternoon," and made eye contact with the stranger behind her. She was a beautiful woman; she had a refined, aquiline nose and freckles scattered on its bridge and across her cheeks. She looked like a woman of character and joy. Her eyes were intensely green. They sparkled around their darkness, like water. She smiled at him: 

"I saw you on the land next door to my shop yesterday." She had noticed his black, wavy hair the day before. Now she could see the deep black of his eyes and the sadness.

"I wondered if you were the same person I saw," he replied. "Do you work at the blacksmith shop?"

"Yes," she said. "I own it and am the farrier."

Like most people, he found her captivating. Her clear green eyes intrigued him. "How beautiful," he thought and asked if she would be in all afternoon.

"Unless you've got a horse in your car," she laughed, "I can't do much for you."

He found it easy to smile with her. "No, I want to talk. I may buy the land next to you."

"Oh, I hope you don't," she blurted. Her tone and attitude suddenly was personal and sincere like she was telling a dear friend she hoped he wouldn't take up suicide. The comment was guileless, but she recovered, "Stop by anyway. I'll be there all afternoon, and if I'm not too busy we'll talk."

"Let me introduce myself," he said. "Most people call me Ramos. That's because they can't remember my given name."

She raised an eyebrow. "Pyramus," he said.

She smiled. "My name is Sulis. And everyone calls me Sally."

Ramos had not taken his eyes from hers. He felt he could see forever in her. Sulis said, "You have beautiful eyes." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he smiled.

"I would like it to be," she said

An hour later she crossed the street from her forge. She guided a wagon piled with feed and fresh hay pulled by one of the horses. In the field, Ramos counted seventeen that came to her, all young, healthy animals. She touched and handled each of them, and they nuzzled her in affection. He watched her graceful motion and athletic, lithe figure as she reached to stroke manes and backs. When she bent to check a foreleg, her own long legs stretched and their beauty hurt him to watch.

Sulis saw him watching, and she returned his steady gaze as she re-crossed the street. The handsome stranger with his black hair and dark eyes was smiling, and she waved. He stood in the little meadow as if he already owned it. He looked happy. The engineer and excavator were with him.

Around ten o'clock a breeze blew off the lake and made the fence-line trees murmur. In a city it would be hot, noisy, and any trees would struggle in cement pots. But if a branch of Performance Speed could open here, and then in a half dozen little towns in the northeast, his partner could dote on his city stores, and Ramos could tend the new crop. There was no reason they couldn't make money. The horses across the road occasionally whinnied. Even though he was immersed in business, twenty years of city sludge was washing off. 

When Ramos asked the engineer about the farrier's, the excavator replied abruptly. "It's not for sale." Then he explained more reasonably. "Sally has turned down lots of offers." Ramos asked what they could tell him about the old shop. They said the forge had been there for more than three generations and was run by Sally's mother in the days when a woman blacksmith was a remarkable thing. The engineer said his mother told him that Sally's grandmother had worked in the shop, too. 

She owned the field across the street, too, and the horses. Ramos wondered what she did with them. "Nothing," the engineer said. "She doesn't rent and she won't sell them. I hear she'll sometimes stand them to stud if asked. Sometimes at night she'll go out for a ride."

The excavator added, "All those horses are stallions. There ain't a mare or a gelding in the bunch." 

After they left, Ramos ate a sandwich he'd bought at the coffee shop and looked at the water. Sometimes the rush of cars on the street would still, and silence filled the air. When another car came, its noise seemed intrusive. In the city, noise overwhelmed and penetrated to the atomic level. Once, the sound of a horse nickering spread from the blacksmith shop to where Ramos sat. The water lapped at the shoreline near his feet, and the wind made the sound of moving grass and new wildflowers. He felt liberated. 

He stood and brushed his pants. The horse she had been tending was loaded into a trailer. He walked to the shop and entered its shade. In summer the building was wide open, but submerged in aromas of smoke and leather and fresh horse urine and hot metal and, nearer the forge, fire sounds. Sulis was bent over mending a saddle, and looked up at him. 

No other customers had scheduled. She took him to the deck to sit. Sometimes the horses could be heard even above the cars.

"Your horses are beautiful," he said. "What do you do with them?"

"I've always had horses," she offered as if it were an explanation. When he didn't say anything she said: "I get so much from them, even more than they do from me." 

Sulis was smiling as she spoke of them. "I don't do anything with them or to them. They are no more my property than I am theirs." She began to tell him stories about the animals, where she rode them and the beauty of riding in the wind and sun and, especially, in still moonlight. 

As the shadow of the shop lengthened and stretched across the water, and the pale intensity of the sun sank back into the afternoon's blue, Sulis continued to talk, looking directly into his eyes and turning her chair so that she could face him. He listened closely. He felt his soul beginning to respond with as much interest as his sex had for her beauty.

Sulis said, "Nature and animals are not just a pleasure for me. They are my life. Of course I make my living with horses. I replace their shoes, take care of hoofs, set up stud service, provide a little simple veterinary work, repair saddles and harnesses, and even wash blankets. But with my own animals it is even simpler. I feed them. They feed me. 

"And they like it when we ride. They take me places I've never been ... really, I let them lead. I rarely use reins. And I love the breeze of our motion most of all. Did you see the statue next to the marina?"

"You mean the woman leaning toward the wind and water?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said. "Riding makes me feel like that. And sailing. I love to sail. In fact I feel like that with nearly everything I see from this place, and nearly everything I touch here.

"Maintaining it is not only a pleasure but also a responsibility." She looked fiercely into his eyes. "I have become part of this place. I owe everything to its beauty. 

"That's why I don't want you to buy the meadow. It's not yours, and won't be with money either. It doesn't belong to anyone." 

He asked: "Then why don't you buy it and take it off the market?"

"It's only one piece," she said, softly. "I can't buy it all."

Sulis looked at him. She had taken off her shoes and the top layer of shirt that protected her when she was working. Through her t-shirt the muscles in her shoulders were clearly defined. Her arms were feminine and clearly powerful. Her feet were graceful and the nails were coated with red. 

"She's my mother, you know," she said.

"What?" he was confused. "Who?"

"The woman. My father made that statue when she was just about my age." Of course. He was surprised he had missed it. "Sulis was her name, too," she said. The resemblance was uncanny, even in smithy clothes. "The people in town call her 'The Lady of the Lake,'" she said. "She protects us."

"Excuse me," he said, and pressed his cell phone. He told his partner he had seen the land and wanted to buy it. "No," he said, "I haven't run numbers, but I'm certain this will work out well." 

He watched her. Somehow, he had fallen in love without knowing it. Everything felt right in the world. What he was doing was right. Her eyes were sad and seemed to become deeper, like jade, as he talked. She looked out across the water, her back rigid, her hair movng slightly in the dying breeze. He could see her nipples pressing faintly even through the bra beneath her t-shirt and admired the freckles around her neck and across her nose. 

"Look," he said to her, as he hung up. "I know what you mean...." Sulis stood and held her hand up to quiet him.

"You think," she said, "that selling speed parts for sports cars makes you different...."

"How...?" he tried to think how she could know that. Had he mentioned the company in the call?

"I don't know how I know, " she said. "But I do, just as I know you will soon ask to go out with me and then hope to make love."

He flushed at her honesty and accuracy.

"There once was a guy who wanted to buy this land He rode motorcycles and thought that because he liked wind in his face and had chapped lips that he was in touch with nature. He never did understand – what you do is a denial of nature, you even try to deny the laws of physics. Nature is about being together with life, not ripping it apart," and she looked away from him and out where the far shoreline was darkening.

"In here," Sulis gestured at the building behind them, "I take care of nature. I love it with what I do and usually use nothing I can't give back.

"He just disappeared," she said quietly. "You guys do that. Dig things up and then disappear while the trees and grass and mosquitoes touching water go on." 

Ramos was listening, mesmerized by her passion as well as by the profile of her, arms on the rail, her breasts curving up, her angular face and red hair flowing to her lower back. He admired the swell of her hips around to the long, denim-covered legs. Her t-shirt had pulled up. He could see the indentation of her navel and the soft swell of her abdomen.

"You are one of the gentle ones," Sulis said. "You really like us, don't you?"

Then: "Come back tomorrow at 1:00. I'll show you what I mean. We'll go sailing. Bring something to eat."

He started to leave. She took a step toward him and bent down. Her face was inches from his; her breath was warm and fresh. 

"You don't want my land. That's not what you need," she whispered. Her lips parted and touched his. Sulis could feel him trying not to tremble, and she put her hand on his thigh in reassurance. He held the kiss as long as she would stay. "Nature has her way," she said when he left.

At the motel Ramos went outside and away from the road. It was dark, but he climbed steadily up the hill overlooking the lake and town. The grass swept his legs, a noise like the wind. At the top of the hill, the Milky Way was vivid. He lay on his back to watch. A meteor swept across a couple of inches of his sky. In a few moments, there was another. It seemed the bright stars would swallow him 

Perhaps he slept. Later he could recall sounds in a dreamlike memory of a woman on horseback. Waves parted about her. She was far off, but her eyes shone like moonlight on water.

When he walked sideways down the long, steep slope to the motel, the dew was cold on his clothes. He felt energetic. At an area of loose stone on the hill, Ramos slid and fell. His hand landed on a piece of stone as flat and smooth as glass. He picked it up. He looked up, certain he heard the sound of hoofs.

Near where he had been at the top of the hill, a woman rode a white horse in the night. She was dressed in a long flowing gown, and the motion of the animal and the wind lifted her hair, her back was arched and, while the horse moved steadily across the ridge of the hill, her body moved in the slow, dreamlike rhythm of love.

The next afternoon, Ramos was fifteen minutes early. All morning he had been as anxious as for his first date, and he arrived with food in a cooler and a small jewelry box. He'd worn trunks and shoes that would be good for sailing. But first he had stopped at a jeweler's. The jeweler cut a pyramid-shaped piece off the end of the obsidian Ramos had fallen on the night before and then mounted the small piece of black glass on a gold pendant and chain.

The forge was already closed She said they would be able to take their time. As Sulis talked and finished organizing her work space, he watched her eyes spark and felt her smile caress him each time she looked up. She had changed from her farrier clothes and was wearing a pale yellow mesh cover-up. He could see a very little swimsuit in a brighter yellow through it. He was glad his trunks were baggy. 

Sulis asked: "Do you sail?" 

"No," he said. She checked his shoes and offered sunblock.. "May I see what you brought for us?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's a long way back," he said and opened the cooler. He had fruit and cheese, bread and water, and a magnum of merlot. There were two cheap glasses, too, but Sulis stopped when she came to the little jewelry box on top. Ramos touched her arm with his fingertips, picked up the box and placed it in her hand. 

Sulis held the stone up. "It's as dark as your eyes," she said. "Look, you can nearly see through it!"

As she put it around her neck, Ramos told how he found the obsidian. He didn't mention the dream of her on horseback. Her eyes were moist. Sulis stretched up to kiss him and held it. 

She taught him to coil lines and cast off. She held the tiller and told him to change from one side of the boat to the other to balance it as she tacked down the lake against the west wind, pointing out natural landmarks. Even with the breeze and the motion of the boat, the sun was hot. They were far from shore and there were few boats. She said: "This is no place to have clothes on. The sun is too nice. Feel free to peel down."

Ramos had felt her presence, intensely, ever since he had seen her. "I don't think that's probably a good idea for me," he said. She laughed.

"Switch places with me, "Sulis said, bringing the boat to face directly into the wind so the sail was luffing. He took the tiller. "Hold it steady into the wind so we don't move so much," she said.

She stood in front of him, just at arm's length, her back to him. Her legs were spread to brace her against the rocking of the boat. "Watch me," she said over her shoulder in a soft, throaty voice.

Sulis looked up to the sky, long hair spreading down her back nearly to her hips. He watched as she crossed her arms in front of her and her fingers lifted the shoulders of her nearly transparent cover-up. She lifted it so the hem of the skirt rose over her tanned, muscular legs slowly. The smooth, hard cheeks of her butt curved up as the dress cleared them and revealed a bright yellow triangle of cloth at the top of her crack.


Mustang Sally



It was hellishly hot, the wind made a halfhearted effort to blow the dust from around Sally's feet but the effort was too much and the dust scarcely lifted. 

Five kilometers down the road Sally had abandoned her car, water pump failure, shit, on this Godforsaken stretch of road of all places. No-one ever drove alone here, the only reason she had come this way was because the distance was shorter.

Sally stood at the railing overlooking the valley, she was at a point where vehicles could pull off and take photos of the breathtaking view. If it wasn't so hot, the view would have been beautiful but right now Sally just wanted a lift to the nearest town, book into a hotel, shower and an ice cold beer.

Her thin cotton dress whispered around her slightly less than slender calves, her petticoat had been pulled off after the first one hundred meters of walking and Sally knew that the thin fabric was transparent, her black lacey French knickers would be pretty visible to anyone driving past, she didn't care. Sally reached behind her and unclasped her bra, twisting and contorting she worked the uncomfortable thing off and placed it in her bag. That's better, her full breasts were now comfortable, their firm rounded spheres pressed outward against her white cotton shirt. The shape of her dark nipples were visible against the fabric, it felt good. Sally was proud of her tits, she loved to caress them in the shower, soaping them up and sliding her fingers over the sensitive tips until she cried out. Her daydreaming caused the twin tips to harden and swell, her areolas puckered and tightened into hard points that gave Sally a trill down between her breasts onward into the deep cleft between her thighs.

Then the heat was back, Sally could feel the wetness on her back, shit, she was uncomfortable. Thin trickles of moisture ran slowly down her back, down, down to where the cleavage of her ass began, teasingly hesitating for a second before rolling into the pass between her cheeks. Sally arched her back slightly, causing her ass to part slightly, allowing the droplet to pass unhindered to where her sensitive secret place lay tucked away. Oh what she would do right now to have a throbbing cock part those same ass cheeks and seek out her soft, tight, warm anus......

No time for that now Sally, focus, the sound of an approaching motor.

The car came up over the rise and the tone of the engine changed immediately, slowing. Good, a lift at last. Sally could not believe her eyes, it was a blood red Mustang cabriolet, her dream car, pictures of this car were enough to make Sally wet.

The vehicle slowed and pulled off the road. Sally hesitated, why, she was not sure. Behind the wheel was a tall man, long blonde hair, Oakley's and a bandana. For a moment he looked like Jon Bon Jovi. He said nothing, but behind those shades Sally knew that he was getting an eyeful. The way Sally was standing, the sun behind her, a man would have to be blind not to see that the woman may as well have been naked. Still he said nothing, leaned over and opened the passenger door.

Sally didn't need a second invitation. She threw her bag into the back seat and gratefully slumped into the front passenger seat. "Thank you" was all she could say.

The man nodded his head once, put the car in gear and pulled out into the road.

For Sally this was a prayer answered, to ride in a Mustang. So what if he didn't want to talk, no problem, she would sit and enjoy the ride. It wasn't long before the wind in her hair and the sound of the powerful engine lulled Sally into a sate of dreamy unawareness........ 

She woke with a start but did not open her eyes. Slowly she took in her surroundings, they were still on the road, the wind was still ruffling her hair. Carefully she opened up one eye, just a crack. He was looking at the road, good. In her sleep Sally had pulled one leg up under her, the wind had blown her skirt up, exposing her thighs and her black French knickers between them. She was exposed to this total stranger, how long had she been like this? Strangely she did not feel embarrassed, in fact, strangely she was feeling turned on. Looking back towards the man she noticed that he kept his eye on the road, could he not see that her legs were open for him to secretly stare at her pantie covered pussy. 

Come on, please have a look. Sally wished he would just turn his head and sneak a peak up her skirt at her mound. She was becoming increasingly aroused by the fact that she could watch this stranger without him knowing it, and on top of it she could watch him stealing a glimpse at her snatch. Come on, dammit, look at my pussy. Pretending to move in her sleep, Sally shifted her position, moving her thigh at more of an angle to him and spreading her thighs further apart. The movement attracted his attention and he looked round towards Sally and directly at her open legs at the apex of which was her thinly covered vagina. Sally knew that the thin lace was not covering much of her smoothly shaven slit and she knew that her clit would be clearly visible, protruding from between her outer pussy lips. The thought of him looking down at her partly exposed pussy was causing a burning sensation to build up in her tummy, lower down Sally could feel her aroused vagina beginning to swell as her hot, sticky juices were released from deep within her. The shaft of her large clit was now thick and fully erect, the tip, she knew, would be bright pink peeping out from under its hood at the top of her puffy pussy lips. 

His gaze was fixed on her mound, every few seconds he would momentarily glimpse at the road ahead and then back at her pussy. The trill of this reverse voyeurism was beginning to seriously arouse Sally. Her nipples had hardened and darkened, pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt, the gentle bouncing of the car causing excruciating friction between the soft flesh and the cotton material. Now and then the stranger would lift his head slightly, hinting to Sally that he was spying on her aching tits as well, she wished he would remove his sun glasses so that she could see his eyes.

Sally could feel her inner vaginal muscles contract, allowing a small stream of warm pussy juice to escape from her tight opening and she felt the sticky liquid lubricate her inner pussy lips, she knew from experience that the slightest movement would allow her to feel her lips rub against each other, caressing her clit. She had once cum while riding a bicycle.

Sally knew she could not take this torture much longer. Her slit was crying out for a warm tongue to probe open her tiny entrance or a thick finger to slip between her swollen lips, searching for the source of the hot slippery nectar, or better yet a thick cock to be gently forced past her tight opening, the head pressing upwards deep into her inner vagina and the shaft stroking her soft pussy walls as the full length slid up inside her.

Sally opened her eyes and looked at the stranger, it took a few moments for him to realize that she was watching him. At first he was startled but then he realized that Sally made no attempt to close her legs and hide her pussy from his gaze. He reached up and removed his sunglasses. Sally saw piercing blue eyes looking back at her, and then he dropped his gaze back down to between her thighs. 

Sally felt as if her pussy was on fire. This man was driving her crazy, he said nothing, he drove and openly stared at her partly exposed vagina.....Wow.

It was her turn to drive him a little wild.

Shifting position again, Sally lifted her leg over the centre console of the Mustang and shuffled herself over until she was sitting astride the console with the gear lever between her wide spread thighs. Reaching under her, she lifted her skirt out from under her ass and by loosening the band, she was able to pull the garment over her head and throw it in the back seat. Sally's one leg was now in the foot well on the driver's side and pressed tightly against the one leg of the stranger. 

Sally unbuttoned her shirt and it joined her skirt in the back seat. Her breasts were now fully exposed, between her arousal and the wind in the cab her nipples were standing fully erect and Sally noticed his eyes were aimed directly at the dark points as they bounced slightly with every movement. Sally's snatch was now begging for attention, her opening was contracting madly and her juices were now flowing freely out of her little hole and out between her inner lips, she could feel that her knickers were getting soaked in the area around her parted lips. 

Placing her hand over her mound Sally held her thinly covered pussy for a moment, the relief of having pressure on her aching clit was almost unbearable. Sally was no longer conscious of the stranger, her whole world revolved around the space between her wide spread thighs. Pressing downwards slightly with the length of her middle finger Sally separated her pussy lips further, pushing the fabric of her panties against her erect clitoris. She gasped as the friction caused her vulva to convulse and her soft anus to close tightly. This was fantastic, here she was, fingering herself in full view of a strange man and she didn't give a damn. Reluctantly moving her hand away from her slit for a second, Sally used both hands to tear the seams on both sides of her knickers, pulling them out from between her legs she flipped them into the air, caught in the slipstream of the fast moving car they flew up into the air and came to rest in a heap in the middle of the road.

Sally returned her hand to her now wide open pussy, gently feeling the exposed length of her parted outer lips. She slowly ran her middle finger downwards from her erect clit, parting her soft inner lips, down, closing her eyes as her finger caressed the sensitive inner velvet of her lust. Heat, warmer as she pushed further downward until she felt the wonderfully soft, slippery mouth of her open vulva.

With the tip of her finger she traced the outer edge of the tight hole, she had always been very tight and proud of it and she loved the way her hole would grip her fingers when she masterbated. The outer lips of Sally's pussy gripped her finger firmly and she could not resist moving her finger back and forth along the full length of her slit, spreading her slippery wetness from her opening to her clitoris, pausing a moment to gently tease the erect shaft before again parting her tiny pink inner lips once again, this time slightly deeper until she could feel her tightly puckered anus, wet from her own pussy juices, slippery and warm. Placing the tip of her finger in the center of the pleasure spot she applied slight pressure, the lubrication from her vagina made it easy for the tip of her finger to slowly penetrate her most sensitive entrance. Sally's breathing quickened as her finger began to enter her ass. She knew that if she were to fully penetrate her anus she would cum like a rocket and she did not want that yet. Sally opened her eyes to find the stranger staring openly at her manipulation of her pussy. To her surprise she also saw that he had opened his pants and taken out his cock, it was fully erect and the thick shaft stood straight up. Sally stared openly as the man took hold of his member and began stroking the length slowly up and down, each time retracting his foreskin to expose the well defined head. He didn't seem to mind that she was watching him wanking, only problem was that it drove her mad.

Next Sally did something she had promised herself she would do one day, she just never imagined it would be in a Mustang. Reaching up to take hold of the top of the windscreen Sally lifted her ass off of the console and thrusting her hips forward moved her open pussy closer to the large round knob on the end of the gear stick.

She felt the large object press against her vulva, warm from the sun it could just as well have been the huge knob on the end of the strangers cock. A slight increase in pressure pressed the hard, smooth surface against her outer lips, parting them. By moving ever so slightly she was now able to smear her slippery cunny hunny all over the knob. 

Sally's breathing quickened again as she felt the hardness against her entrance, gentle pressure began to stretch her soft velvety hole open and she gasped. More pressure and her vulva began to swallow the ball, slippery tension as her elastic pussy opened wider to allow the intrusion into her deepest secret place. Her nipples burned with lust as she was penetrated by the very car that she loved so much, a quick glance over at the stranger saw him furiously sliding his hand up and down his pole, she hoped he wasn't going to cum yet, she wasn't finished with him.

Suddenly a bump in the road took care of Sally's efforts to insert the gear lever up her pussy slowly. The lever came up to meet her slippery heat and the knob disappeared up inside her tight cunny. Sally gasped as the ball slipped into her, stretching her inner pussy wide open in order to insert itself fully up inside her, her tight entrance closing again on the warm metal of the lever. Sally kept still for a few seconds, allowing her pussy to adapt to the large intrusion, then slowly she began to ride the gearstick. In and out she forced the ball, never removing it from inside her only moving it back and forth, feeling the pressure deep inside her.

It took less than a minute of deep penetration and Sally could feel herself ready to let go. The sensation of her orgasm began in her feet and moved upward into her pussy, a flood of pleasure coursed through her wide spread thighs and she released her pent up lust. Her eyes were shut tight as her inner muscles contracted around the ball, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from it as she continued to trust her hips forward, jerking as her orgasm flowed over her. Gradually the spasms subsided and Sally could withdraw her convulsing vagina from its tight grip around the ball. A flood of her juices bubbled from inside her as the ball was released from her pussy's grip. She sat back on the console and watched as the man continued stroking his cock.

Retrieving her leg from his side of the car she moved back onto her seat. Her vagina was still in the throws of orgasm and the tiny opening kept tightening in spasm. Pulling her legs up under her she folded her knees and knelt on the seat, turning to face the man she took hold of the hand that was wanking his shaft and pulled it gently away. Leaning forward she put her face into his lap, took his shaft in her hand and retracted his foreskin to expose the beautiful head and took his erection into her mouth. She felt him stiffen as her lips closed around the deep ridge around the thick head of his knob. He was warm and tasted great, her tongue traced the outline of his throbbing phallus and he sighed. She felt his legs shift and the car began to slow.  

That's it big boy, don't wanna cum on the run. Sally continued teasing his knob as she stroked the shaft with her hand, lower down his balls were tight and she knew he was close to blowing his load. She felt the car come to a sandstill and the engine go quiet. Sally pressed her head forward and took more of the man's penis into her mouth, feeling the thick head at the back of her throat. She had always been able to control her gag reflex well and today was no exception. It felt good to give this guy head and she was beginning to feel the resurrection of arousal between her legs. Lifting her ass off the seat she was now on all fours with this guy's rod in her throat. Sally could feel the cool breeze on her anus as her cheeks were completely spread due to her position, her pussy too was totally exposed to anyone who cared to look and she liked the idea. 

Sally began to increase the rhythm of her movements and she felt his cock begin to twitch as she slip it in and out of her throat, she tasted salt as a few drops of pre-cum escaped from the tip of his rod. He was close and she was in control, she slowed her thrusts again and he moaned, his shaft growing thicker as he neared orgasm, she held him back and more pre-cum escaped from his knob a lot more this time. She ran her tongue over the tip, tasting him, the thick, sticky liquid turned her on and she felt a dribble of pussy juice escape from her slit and run slowly along her clit.

It was time to pop this guy's cork and she began to suck on him as she moved his throbbing head in and out of the back of her throat. She stopped stroking his shaft and held back his foreskin as she pumped her mouth over his knob, teasing the ridge with her tongue at the same time. He moaned and she felt him trust forward as his shaft thickened, she felt his ball tighten under her hand and then it happened... a thick, hot stream of semen shot down Sally's throat as he began ejaculating, again and again his cock twitched and a fresh spert of sperm was released into Sally. She was in heaven, this guy came like a horse, non stop and in buckets. She moved his cock in and out of her mouth as he continued shooting large jets of semen into her, and she took it all.

Eventually the spurts became weaker and his cock stopped twitching, Sally sat up and marvelled at the perfect shape of the head of this mans cock, just what I need.

Again Sally changed position, from having her ass in the air she sat with her back against the door, spread her thighs and looked the stranger in the eye. He smiled, leaned down and put his mouth over her waiting vagina.

From the first second his tongue touched her Sally wanted to cum. He was an expert, he traced the length of her swollen clit to the tip where he gently licked the very end, the very sensitive end. Her insides curled up and Sally felt a flood of wetness released from her opening, quick on the job his fingers probed between her puffy lips, found her leaking hole and she sighed as he inserted his finger up into her. Turning his finger inside her he pressed against her G spot and she almost fainted, a man who knows where a woman's G spot it, amazing. He worked quickly, his tongue sending sparks of pleasure up and down her clit as his finger massaged her G spot. Sally was on the brink of an orgasm but she wanted to save it. Gently taking his head in her hands she lifted his head out of her lap and wanted to scream when his mouth left her clit. He removed his finger from inside her and watched her as she crawled over the back of the seat and into the back seat. Once there she kneeled on the seat with her elbows on the backrest, her ass out towards him. He was quick to catch on and was soon stripped naked and positioning himself behind her. 

Sally felt him place his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them giving him full access to both of her hungry holes. He then thrust forward and placed the head of his cock at the opening of her vagina, Sally reached down and took hold of the thick shaft and rubbed the head between her wet, slippery lips, feeling his hardness pulse in her palm. Placing the tip back at her opening she thrust back and allowed him to stretch open her pussy, she felt the thick ridge pass into her inner pussy and her tightness close around the shaft. Sally could feel him entering her deep inside, her warm walls closed around his rod as he pressed forward, inserting more of his length into her. Sally felt the touch of his swinging balls as he came to the end of his insertion and began to pump his length in and out of her dripping pussy. With each thrust Sally could feel the head open her entrance as if to escape and then dive once more deep inside her. Sally reached back and held his shaft as it plunged in and out of her, she could feel her own slick juices on his shaft as he retracted and she gently squeezed his balls. 

Sally was right on the edge of a roaring orgasm and she could feel her thighs getting hotter as the moment approached, then he stopped and removed his cock from her pussy. Sally wanted to scream ...... until she felt him press the thick knob against




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her anus, oooooh just what she wanted. She relaxed and felt him thrust forward, extasy as her ass opened and let his head pop inside. She was soooo ready for him and he just kept going until his balls came to rest against her wet pussy. Sally waited with anticipation for him to start pumping in and out but he just stayed there, feeling the tightness and the warm wet heaven of her ass. 

Sally was shaking with excitement and lust as she gently squeezed his pole with her anus, he let out a moan and slowly started pumping his shaft in and out of her back end. She knew that neither of them would hold on for long so she reached down between her legs and slipped her middle finger into her pussy. OOOoooh, shit, she could feel his knob working in and out of her ass and she lost it. The deep penetration up her anus combined with her own finger in her cunt was enough to send her over the edge and she let rip with an explosive orgasm. Instantly he let go and began ejaculating inside her, she felt his shaft pulse as squirt after squirt of hot semen shot into her. It seemed like endless lengths of cock were being driven up into her slippery depths and she was loving it. Sally could feel the thick semen running from inside her, warm down her thighs and as she waited his shaft pulled from inside her and her anus closed tightly again, locking in his spent lust within her.

After a short recovery Sally made sure that he was in the mood for a lot more fucking, now she wasn't sorry that the road was pretty desolate. It was still a long way to the next town... 



Mustang Sally



During the summer that I turned eighteen, I worked my butt off at a burger hop – you know, one of those places where the girls all wear short-shorts and roller skates – with one goal in mind: to buy a car. I came from a middle-class family with two older brothers in college, so my parents didn't have enough money to afford a car for me. But, my dad made me a deal: if I came up with half the money for a used car, he would pay the other half. But I had to do it by the end of summer.

Talk about incentive to work! I pulled every shift I could, working days and nights over that scorching summer just so I could have my own transportation when I went away to college. Thankfully, my managers at the burger hop were pretty relaxed in their interpretation of the company's uniform standards (we were popularly referred to as the 'Hooters of car hops'), so I let my tits work as hard as I did.

I'm not the prettiest girl in the world (I think my nose is a little too big and no matter what I did, I always had a couple of pimples here and there on my face), but I do have, as one boy put it, 'the world's most perfect breasts.' Despite being D-cups, they are firm and lusciously teardrop-shaped and don't droop one tiny bit. Throughout high school, I was called 'Bag Lady' because of my fun bags.

Well, I wore my work polo unbuttoned all the way down, showing off my mouth-watering cleavage, and tied my shirt under my mams, showing off my well-toned tummy as well as the little kitten tattoo on my abdomen. I used to tease boys after I got the tat; "hey, wanna see my pussy?" Then I'd show them my kitten. 'Course, a few lucky boys got to see the real thing . . . .

Some of the other girls hated me because I was so shameless about flashing my boobs. But they were just jealous since the most they could ever hope for were little 'B-stings.' When they counted their twenty or thirty bucks in tips at the end of the shift, I'd gloat as I showed them my wad of cash that equaled twice what they made. And I saved just about every single penny.

***

By the time mid-August came around, I had saved up fifteen hundred dollars. I went to my dad, and we agreed that, when I found the car I wanted, all I had to do was call him up, and he would give me the money for the other half. But he cautioned me to be careful, especially with 'shady salesmen.' I assured him I would be fine; after all, my boyfriend Tommy was going with me.

That morning, I was giddy with excitement as I waited on the curb before my house for Tommy to show up. That day, I wore the tiniest little denim shorts that really showed off my camel-toe and long, slender legs, and a tight white tank top that might as well have been invisible for all the good it did covering my breasts. Hey, my tits had earned me good money so far; now they were gonna help me get a car.

Ten o'clock, and no Tommy. Ten-fifteen. Ten-thirty. I was starting to panic. I wanted to hit as many places as I could in one day. I was not about to let Tommy screw that up. God! Why did I have to pick the laziest, most irresponsible moron in school to be my boyfriend?

I headed back into the house to call him (this was back in the day before cell-phones were as common hanging off people's ears as earrings). No answer. I waited another fifteen minutes. Still no answer. I was getting pissed off.

Finally, I figured, fuck it. I jogged down to the corner bus stop, caught the Number 8 just in time, transferred to another bus, and arrived in the middle of a busy avenue lined with over a dozen little used car dealerships on either side. They had names like Shadow Car Sales, Henry's Car World, and Pick-N-Drive. Maybe not the most reputable of places, but I only had a three-thousand dollar budget.

My anger toward Tommy was replaced by hope as I headed into the nearest place. Thanks to my jog and from walking out in the sun, I had a light sheen of sweat and my nips were all but clearly visible. Guys in the lots stared at my tits as I checked out the cars. Now, thanks to my two older brothers, I knew a thing or two about cars. I knew that a cam shaft wasn't some guy named Cam's dick, and that an air filter wasn't a hand-rolled cigarette.

I checked out various cars and indulged in some Q&A as the greasy salesmen checked out my T&A. Naturally, they assumed that an eighteen-year-old girl with big tits must be an airhead, and was therefore easily duped. Nope, not me. I startled them with questions about fuel rating, mileage, carburetor versus EFI, horsepower at RPM, and so forth. I crawled underneath and inspected hoses and fuel lines, popped the hoods and looked for evidence of oil leaks from the gasket seals.

I took a couple test drives here and there, sometimes with the salesmen beside me as I opened the various cars up. More than once I got propositioned. I didn't mind that so much since I knew how to let guys down easy and even shady, greasy salesmen could only go so far. In fact, it was kind of flattering.

I saw a couple of cars in my price range, but by four o'clock, I still had some time, so I headed to one of the last places, called Rudi's Car Emporium. A little brown trailer sat in the middle of the lot, surrounded by about thirty vehicles. Most were sleek little sports cars, definite classics. I looked around a little, and—

I actually gasped. Oh my God! No way! No freaking way!

Baby-blue, white vinyl top, it called to me. A 1966 Mustang. I literally ran to the car, slapping my hands to the driver-side window. Okay, so maybe the upholstery needed some work – I could always cover it – but the dash was perfectly restored, looking almost like brand-new, four-speed shift kit, and – gasp! – bucket seats! Oh, man . . . .

I popped the hood, and swooned at the sight of the engine: a 327 short-block V6 that had somehow been crammed into the compartment. It looked practically new, and I doubted there was more than a thousand miles on the thing. My heart was hammering, and my nipples were so hard that they almost tore through my shirt. I had never been so totally turned on by a car before, but my little cunny was juicing so much I was willing to fuck the gear shift.

This was it. This was the car. But there was one little problem. The four bright yellow numbers glowing on the windshield beside a dollar sign: 3-5-0-0.

"So you like the Mustang, eh?"

The nasally voice startled me, and I straightened and spun around. The little man standing before me ogled my swaying tits. And he really was a little guy. I'm five-six in flat shoes, and he was a good two inches shorter. A dark-skinned Hispanic guy, thinning hair slicked back, a day's growth on his round face, he looked the epitome of 'greasy' and 'swarthy.' There was the overpowering aroma of some cheap cologne wafting off him like the stench from a pile of dead fish.  

But at the moment, he was my salvation, or so I hoped. "Are you a salesman?" I asked excitedly.

He grinned, showing yellowed teeth. He lifted a cigarette, making no effort whatsoever to disguise the way he was undressing me with his eyes. "I'm Rudi," he said simply. "What kind of deal can we make today?"

I smiled, and put my hands behind my back, pushing my tits out toward him, shifting a little to make them bounce. Rudi's eyes drank in every movement, darted down to my crotch before coming back to meet my gaze.

"I really want this car, sir," I said emphatically. "This is exactly what I've been looking for."

He smiled, puffed on his cigarette, walked before the car and touching the hood. "Oh, she's a beauty, all right," he said. "And she needs a real beauty to drive it. Someone like you."

I actually blushed. Sure, it was a line, but his words made me imagine being behind the wheel, windows down, some old-time Aretha blaring out through the speakers, letting Tommy drill me in the front seat . . . .

"Wanna take her for a spin?" he asked.

Those were the magic words. Rudi headed into his little trailer for the keys, and I jumped behind the wheel. Rudi laughed from the passenger seat as he watched me drive up and down the street, through a subdivision, then out on the highway. The more I drove the car, the more I turned on I got. I even started thinking that cologne-marinated Rudi was kind'a cute. The 'Stang had aftermarket speakers that surrounded me with music.

I was sold. I had to have the car. I had to!

"But I should tell you," he said once we got back to the lot. "I may have a buyer for her tomorrow."

I gave him a serious look as I got out of the car and looked to him over the hood. "I'll take it right now," I said confidently, then faltered slightly. "It's just—"

He gave me a narrow-eyed look as he came around. "I don't do payments, Miss . . . ."

I held out my hand. "Sally," I said.

Rudi chuckled, shook my hand. His own was a little sweaty. "Sally," he repeated. "Of course."

I kept my smile. "I can pay cash," I said. "Well, half cash, and half check."

Rudi arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Money order?"

I fidgeted a moment. "Um . . . sure," I said, hoping my dad wouldn't mind getting a money order instead of writing a personal check.

Rudi smiled, flicked his cigarette. "Well, then, Mustang Sally, looks like you're about to drive off in the car of your dreams."

I followed him back to the trailer, where air conditioning awaited. I sighed in relief as the cool air washed over me. The office was surprisingly nice, with a couple of wooden-framed futons facing each other over a heavy wooden coffee table, a water cooler, and a desk toward one end, facing out. Rudi went behind the desk, sat down in a big leather chair. I shifted uncomfortably. "Um . . . there's one little problem," I said.

Rudi's eyes narrowed again as he looked up. He said nothing, waited patiently.

"Um . . . would you consider going lower than thirty-five? I-I can give you three grand right now—"

He sighed. "That Mustang is worth four thousand already," he said. "Thirty-five hundred is a damn good deal."

I started to panic. That was my car out there! I knew it was! "I-I know," I said. "Trust me, I know. M-maybe I could give you the other five hundred in a couple weeks, soon as I make the money—"

He raised a hand. "I have a buyer who will take it tomorrow, all cash, all up front," he said. "Why would I take your offer of less money with a promise of paying off the rest? I already told you, I don't do payments."

I trembled, even whimpered a little. I paced back and forth, feeling desperate. "M-mister . . . Rudi," I said, looking at him over his desk. He looked so small in such a big chair. "Have you ever found something that you just knew you were meant to have? Something so . . . special and perfect that you had to have it?"

He smiled roguishly, his dark eyes wandering over my body again. "Oh, I think I know that feeling pretty well," he said meaningfully.

"Please," I said, leaning over the desk. "I swear I'll pay off the rest. I swear."

Rudi held my eyes for a moment, then stared at my tits. I took a chance, and pushed them out toward him, making the fabric of my top really stretch across them. "Please," I repeated.

"Well . . . I'll tell you what, Sally," he said. "I'll give you two options: come up with the full thirty-five hundred by six o'clock – which is about an hour and fifteen minutes away – or . . . ." he trailed off, licking his lips suggestively.

I understood his implication instantly. I straightened, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, and folded my arms across my chest. "Or what?"

He smiled. "Or fuck me, and I'll knock off five hundred bucks."

I just stared at him, astonished and offended by his offer. For a long moment, neither of us said a thing. Rudi just gave me that smug, I've-got-the-upper-hand look, and lit another cigarette. I felt my stomach churning.

"You're disgusting," I said at last.

He laughed. "You want the car, don't you?"

I huffed, grinding my teeth, looking away from him. Typical asshole male, I thought. Sure, he'll give me what I want, but only if I fuck him first. I shuddered at the thought of letting this sweaty, greasy, smelly little man have his way with me.

I finally looked back, glaring at him. "I'll have the money," I said. "All of it." Then I turned and marched from the room.

"See you soon," he called after me.

***

I jogged to a convenience store just down the street, called my dad. I told him I had found the car I wanted, but that I needed an extra five hundred from him. He refused to give me the extra money, saying that we had made a deal. It was his attempt at teaching me financial responsibility and value, I knew, but at the moment, I didn't want to hear that crap. I begrudgingly accepted what my father told me, then got him to send cash through a Western Union that was there in the convenience store.

While I waited for the money, I called my mom, my friends, even ex-boyfriends. I didn't bother calling Tommy; I was still pissed at him, and beside that, he was always broke anyway. No one could help me out, and I felt stupid and foolish and selfish for even asking. After I hung up the phone for the tenth time, I looked to the clock on the wall in the corner store. It was twenty 'till six. I had a choice to make. 

My dignity, or my car.

Would it really be so bad? I thought. It's not like I'm a virgin, after all. Okay, so Rudi's a little guy and he smells like the perfume department of a pawn shop. But maybe he'll just pop off in ten seconds, and that'll be it. The way he was checking me out . . . .

I was nervous with the three thousand dollars in my pocket as I left the store, but even more nervous as I headed back to Rudi's Car Emporium. As I headed down the short drive, I passed by a young kid as he drove off in his new car. He did a double-take when I passed by. Rudi stood on the steps of his trailer, giving me a self-satisfied smile as I approached.

"Ready to make a deal?" he asked flippantly.

I said nothing, just followed him into the trailer. Rudi closed – and locked – the door behind me, then headed around his desk and sat down. He brought out some paperwork. I stood across from him, waiting, feeling more humiliated by the moment. Rudi seemed to enjoy drawing out the torture as he explained the details of the contract.

"And how will you be paying?" he asked at last, talking to my breasts.

I took the wad of bills from my pocket and smacked them down on the desk. Rudi smiled to himself, counting the money. He counted it twice, then looked up to me.

"Three thousand dollars," he said. His eyes fell to my crotch. "And how will you pay off the rest?"

I just stared at him for a long moment, feeling humiliated, mortified. But I steeled myself, and crossed my arms, tugging my top up over my head. My big sweaty tits bounced free and naked on my chest. I tossed my shirt on the desk.

Rudi just stared at my tits for a long moment, his eyes glazing in lust. "Oh, my," he said, his voice barely a whisper. He pushed back in his chair, motioned with his hand. "Come here, Sally."

I closed my eyes a moment, thinking, I can't believe I'm doing this! I'm a whore! I'm selling my body just so I can buy a fucking car! And I'm cheating on Tommy!

But . . . oh, Jesus, that's my car out there, I know it is. I gotta have it, and if I have to fuck a greasy little pig of a man to get it, so be it.

Numbly, I stepped around the desk, getting in between it and Rudi's chair. The greasy little man grinned crookedly, ogling my breasts. He leaned forward and grabbed them roughly, making me flinch and gasp. He breathed out, squeezing, kneading my tits, pinching the nipples with his fingers. Despite my sense of revulsion, my thick pink nips were getting hard.

"Mmm, I'm so glad you wanted to pay this way," Rudi murmured, pulling himself closer. "Uhmmm . . . ."

I winced again as he started sucking one of my nipples, rolling his tongue around it. He moaned constantly, smacking his lips, sucking like a baby trying to get milk. I gasped as I felt a surprisingly aroused charge arc through my body and zap my clit. I hated to admit it, but Rudi's mouth actually felt kind'a good.

I gripped the edge of the desk, breathing in and out heavily through my mouth, keeping my eyes shut as I tried to imagine that it was Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise or Matthew Perry nursing my boobs. But I couldn't ignore the reality that some sweaty, short little used car salesman was sucking my tits.

And doing a pretty damn good job of it, I had to realize. He pulled, sucked, licked, lapped, swirled his tongue around my areolas, kissed and sucked on the undersides of my mounds. His hungry mouth even dug into my arm pits, and I gasped as I realized for the first time that they were an erogenous zone. So distracted as I was by his skilled mouth, I did not realize that Rudi had unzipped my shorts until he shoved them down off my hips.

I gasped again as my shorts fell to my ankles, revealing my bare pussy. I had just a tiny little tuft of brunette hair above my clit, and kept my lips shaved smooth. Rudi certainly seemed to appreciate that as he touched and pried open my moist cunt. My labia bulged out, dark pink and a little wet, my clit thick and swollen in its fleshy hood.

"Oh, my, my," murmured Rudi, pushing back and lowering his head. My nipples were shiny and wet from his mouth.

"Mmmmmaaahhhh . . ." I moaned as Rudi pressed his mouth to my cunt, sucking on my clit like a piece of candy, swirling his tongue around. I felt his tongue slipping between my pink folds, tasting me, probing the entrance to my tunnel. His fingers spread me open, and I automatically parted my thighs, sitting on the edge of his desk. I leaned back on my hands, lifted my legs in the air.

Rudi smiled up at me, his dark eyes as shiny as his greasy hair, and pried my cunt open rudely with his fingers. He stuck out his tongue, then shoved it deep inside my hole. I whimpered, moaned, panted as he did it again and again and again. I had never been tongue-fucked before. Oh, fucking hell it felt good!

Rudi pumped his head back and forth, sliding his tongue deep inside my snatch, rubbing my needy clit with his nose. I started shaking and shuddering, feeling oh so fucking close—

"MMYYEEAAAHHH!!!! I cried out as Rudi covered my cunt with his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue thrashing against my clit. I bucked and trembled as I came, feeling my pussy swell and release a flood of cum that he eagerly sucked down. I heaved, moaning loudly. I had never cum while getting my pussy sucked before! Not even when Tina Stratton did it! Oh, Jesus, I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt!

Rudi smacked and slurped and sighed between my legs as he licked out all of my cum. I felt light-headed and drunk, heaving in satisfaction as I looked down at him. Then, suddenly, he was on his feet and I was on my knees before him. His dark slacks fell to the ground, along with red silk boxers, and—

Holy fuck!

A sudden, almost comical thought entered my mind: Now I know why Rudi's so short! All his height went to his dick!

Jutting out from a trimmed nest of jet-black pubes was a long, thick, mighty cock, fully circumcised. It had to be a good nine inches long and about six inches around. His balls were equally huge and heavy, and shaved smooth. The broad dark head was shiny and dripping with pre-cum. I was impressed and turned on by Rudi's immense dick, and lifted my hands to stroke his throbbing staff.

Rudi chuckled as he settled his hands behind my head, pulling me toward his groin. "Open wide, honey," he said.

I stared at his penis as it loomed closer, and automatically – maybe even eagerly – opened my mouth. I moaned as his dick filled my mouth, stretching my lips. His crotch had a thick, manly, musky smell to it, while his cock tasted salty and sweet. Oily pre-cum seeped onto my tongue. I felt every pulse and twitch of his dick against my tongue.




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"Oh, yeah, that's it, Sally, suck my cock," he said in a passionate, heavy voice, watching me devour his rod. I had never sucked a dick as big as Rudi's before, had never felt my mouth so filled with cock. It thrilled me, inspired me. I sucked hard, then soft, pumping my mouth for a few strokes, then sucking just around the head while stroking his slick shaft. It wasn't long before Rudi began shaking as his orgasm began to build.

Abruptly, he pushed my mouth of him. I gasped, looking up at his face, saliva dripping from my mouth. He gave me a commanding smile.

"Stand up, baby," he said. "Turn around."

I did as he said, and leaned over the desk, arching my back, sluttishly offering up my treasures to him. I planted my feet wide apart on the floor, and Rudi grabbed my ass cheeks, prying my cunt open with his fingers. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my vagina. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me, fucking me, pounding me, treating me like the nasty filthy whore I was . . . .

"W-wait!" I cried, looking over my shoulder at him. "Don't you have a condom?"

He just sneered at me. "No," he said, then shoved his fat cock up inside my slippery tunnel, making me breathe in sharply. I felt split open, my pussy spasming as his thick dick penetrated me deep. I slapped the desk, panting, breathing hard. Rudi squeezed my ass with one hand, settling the other to my left shoulder as he drove his monster cock all the way inside me. I cried out in both pleasure and apprehension.

Mother fucker! I screamed in my mind. Fucking me without a condom (and fucking me so good)! You get me pregnant, you sweaty piece of shit, and I'll fucking have your ass in court (after I cum all over you a hundred times)!

"Ohh, fuck yeah!" he groaned, pounding my tight little pussy. He slapped his hips to my ass, making me grunt and whimper and pant with each thrust he made inside me. Rudi fucked me hard and fast, digging his fingers into my skin, plunging that incredibly long, thick, fat, oh my God, wonderful, incredible cock inside me over and over and over . . . .

"Uhn! Ah! Oh! Mm! Fuck! Me! Hard!" I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, couldn't believe how hot I was to feel Rudi's stiff pole penetrating me deep.

I all but screamed as I came again, by body shaking and rolling, pushing my hips back against him, wanting him to go as deep as he could . . . oh, God, it hurt when he pounded my cervix, but, Jesus, it felt so God damned fucking good!

I barely heard his long groan of release, but I sure as hell felt the hot flood of his semen spurting deep within my pussy, filling my womb. I cried out again, my cunt still spasming around his shaft, milking his cock for every drop of cum he had to give. I suddenly realized that I had never, ever, let a guy fuck me without a condom, not even when I gave up my cherry. Rudi's was the first sperm to ever swim in my womb.

Rudi drove up hard inside me one last time, and reached around to grope my tits as he sagged against my back. For several moments, we just stayed like that, panting, recovering. I could feel his mighty cock inside me, his hot thick fluid swirling within me like a whirlpool, oozing out around his penis and over my swollen lips, running down my thighs and dripping to the floor.

Rudi kissed my neck, making me shiver. "We're not done yet, babe," he said, and pushed up. He slipped his dick from my pussy and turned me around. I lowered myself to a squat before him as he pushed down on my shoulders. His half-hard dick was wet and glistening, streaked with pearly lines of semen. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking off our mingled fluid, grimacing slightly at the flavor. At the same time, I felt his sperm pour out of my pussy, making a puddle on the floor.

Rudi took my hands and lifted me to my feet after I had cleaned his cock. My lips sticky with cum, the taste of our mingled cream lingering in my mouth, I followed him as he lead me around the desk to the coffee table. He cleared it off, then had me lay back upon it. How eager I was to do what he wanted! But I figured, Rudi was essentially giving me five hundred bucks to fuck me, and he obviously intended to get his money's worth. I looked up at Rudi in a daze as he settled his penis between my tits.

"Squeeze them tight," he directed, and I obediently complied. I pushed my tits around his dick as he moved back and forth, sighing and grinning in pleasure. But the lack of lubricant started making rug burn between my tits, so I sucked his dick and spit on it now and then to keep it slick. Rudi chuckled, and fucked my tits harder.

It took a little while, which was fine with me since I always enjoyed a good tit-fuck. The head of Rudi's fat cock popped in and out of my mouth as he pumped forward, and I drooled all over him to keep his cock slick. Finally, he started shaking and giving me that pained look that signaled his impending orgasm. He moaned loudly and pushed his dick into my mouth, arching his back as he gripped my head.

"Oh, baby! Here it comes! Suck it, baby!"

He's gonna cum in my mouth! I thought with anxiety. I had only tasted cum once before, and wasn't too crazy about it. I winced at the idea of letting him ejaculate in my mouth, but I sucked his cock hard, wanting to get it over with. I flinched at the first burst of his warm, salty fluid, and almost gagged. But I kept sucking him, drawing out every little bit of sperm from his dick. Rudi stared down at my face with a rapturous look.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby," he hissed. "Yeah, you like that juice? Swallow it, baby. Swallow for papa."

I gagged again, my mouth swimming with semen. But Rudi's dick in my mouth didn't give me the option of spiting it out. So I squeezed my eyes shut and gulped it all down, gasping around his cock. I almost threw up, but managed to hold down the reflex.

Rudi chuckled. "Good girl," he said, then lifted me up and turned me over. I let out a cry of surprise, little drops of cum falling from my mouth to the coffee table below, as Rudi got me on my hands and knees and shoved his cock back into me from behind.

Oh my God! When's he gonna stop?

***

Rudi finally stopped about an hour later, after drilling me from behind and shooting his load all over my ass and thighs, then fucking me hard with my legs curled back toward my chest. The last time he came, he pulled out and jacked off onto my face, splattering my lips and cheeks and chin with his sauce. Then he had me suck his dick clean.

There was a little bathroom in the trailer, and I took a quick shower to clean up. When I came back out, dripping wet and naked, Rudi looked me over with a satisfied smile and watched as I got dressed. I felt strangely turned on as I pulled up my shorts and tugged my top down. Then I signed the contract, took my keys, and headed out to my Mustang.

That evening, I called up my friends and picked them all up in my new '66 Mustang. They asked me how I had managed to find such a cool car. I just gave them a smile.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said.

The following day, I headed over to Tommy's apartment that he shared with another of his fellow frat brothers. Turned out that Tommy had gotten so drunk and stoned the night before he was supposed to pick me up that he simply forgot. I slapped him across the face and told him to never call me again.

***

My baby-blue Mustang served me well all throughout college and even beyond. I loved my first car, and the more I thought about it, the less perturbed I became about the circumstances around which I had come to acquire it. My little Mustang seemed to bring out the slut in me. Every guy I dated, the first time we fucked, we did it in my little 'Baby Blue.' Guys around campus started calling me 'Mustang Sally.'

A year after college, I met Andrew quite by accident – literally. I was on my cell phone, not paying attention, and drove through a red light, smashing into the tail end of a glossy black Porsche. The man who stepped out of the car was handsome, tall, with mixed Hispanic and Caucasian heritage. He was a few years older and was a successful architect. He did not seem perturbed about the damage to his car; indeed, he asked me out to dinner.

I went to bed with Andrew that first night (breaking my own tradition of doing a guy in Baby Blue's well-used front seat), and he proved to be a very satisfying lover. We dated for a few months before he popped the question, and I accepted without hesitation. We were married on the anniversary of our first date, and took a honeymoon in Brazil.

About a year later, I was stopped at a light in my beloved baby-blue Mustang when some asshole who wasn't paying attention slammed into me from behind. My car was shoved out into traffic and hit another car. By the time the world stopped spinning and the fire department cut me out of my car, I realized my 'little baby' was beyond repair. I cried all day at the loss of my beloved Baby Blue.

A couple of weeks later, Andrew took me to a dealership to find me another car. It was one of those massive car lots with the full range of automobiles available, from big trucks and SUVs to little sports cars and economy models. Naturally, I gravitated to the Mustangs and decided that I wanted a particular 2004 baby blue convertible. Andrew chuckled at my choice.

"Well, let's find a salesman," he said.

We headed to the whitewashed trailer in the middle of the lot, and just as we approached the steps, he opened the door and came out.

Even though more than six years had passed, Rudi didn't look a damn bit different. Same dark clothes, same thinning, slicked-backed hair, same confident smirk. Seeing him made my pussy juice as I remembered the monster dick between his legs. Andrew had a nice dick, but it definitely did not measure up to Rudi's python.

"Well, hello, folks!" he said buoyantly, shaking my husband's hand. He gave me a look that told me he remembered me, but focused his attention on Andrew. "What are you looking for today?"

Andrew did most of the talking as I stood beside him, gripping his hand. I couldn't take my eyes off Rudi, remembering that single afternoon of incredible sex, more than six years before. He and my husband talked business, and we all went for a ride in the Mustang. Once we returned, the deal seemed done.

Andrew's cell phone shrilled as we headed to the office, and he gave me an apologetic look as he flipped it open. He listened a few moments, spoke a few words, then snapped it closed. He looked to me with a pained expression. But I spoke before he could.

"Honey, it's okay," I said, knowing Rudi's eyes were on me. "It's your partners, right?"

Andrew nodded, scrunching his lips together. "Honey, I wish I—"

I smiled, gave him a kiss. "Go on, baby," I said. "I'll finish up here."

"You sure?" he asked.

I glanced to Rudi a moment, who smirked back. My clit throbbed. I returned my attention to my husband. "I can handle him," I said softly. I kissed Andrew tenderly, then whispered, "Just be ready for me later."

Andrew grinned, then headed away to his car after shaking Rudi's hand one last time. I watched my husband drive away, then turned back to Rudi, planting my hands on my hips.

"So," I said. "What kind of deal are we making today?"

***

Rudi fucked me and fucked me and fucked me again. Within the little trailer on the lot, he bent me over his desk and sucked me off from behind, then got me to return the favor as he lay back in one of the short-backed leather chairs. I tit-fucked him and sucked his thick, long dick until he spurted in my mouth, and swallowed every creamy, salty-sweet drop. I rode him hard, and he fucked me with my legs curled back until he blasted off twice inside me. I came so hard I was seeing stars.

Afterward, I washed up in the little bathroom, took up my keys, and drove off the lot in my new Mustang. Rudi had knocked off a full thousand dollars on the price of the car. I took that as a compliment.

Still tasting Rudi's spunk in my mouth, I met my husband at home a while later, and took him for a drive in my new car. On a lonely country road, I pulled over, unzipped his slacks, and went down on him. Once he was hard, I crawled over Andrew and eased down on his pole. With some of Rudi's thick cream still inside my pussy, I rode my husband hard and sure until he came inside me. Then we headed back home and fucked all night.

A little over nine months later, I gave birth to our baby girl Stephanie after eighteen hours of labor. Taking after her father, she has light caramel skin and black hair. She is the pride of our lives, and Andrew dotes on her constantly. He is a wonderful father.

I don't think I will ever tell my husband about the blood test. Taken as a matter of course to determine if our daughter is susceptible to certain hereditary conditions that are relatively common among Hispanics, the test, among other things, showed that there was no way Stephanie could be Andrew's daughter.

Only my doctor and I know the truth. And I have sealed his secrecy through periodic blow jobs and tit-fucks. It is a small price to pay, I figure, for keeping my family together.

You can't really blame me, can you?

-finis-



Mustang Sally



Sean and I had been virtual lovers for eight months, fucking online once or twice a day, and over the phone at least twice a week. We couldn't get enough of each other. The mere sight of his chatname or sound of his voice was enough to make my pussy pulse. 

When he wasn't around, I got myself off to his picture or a short video clip of him cumming. We had talked about meeting on numerous occasions, knowing that a real time encounter would be cataclysmic, but we could never coordinate our schedules. 

Then, one Saturday, after a seven-hour cyber marathon, during which I had nine orgasms, including two simultaneous vaginal and clitoral climaxes, I knew I had to be with him, had to feel his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt. 

I phoned my office and left a voice-mail message that I had been called away on a family emergency and would return a week from Monday. I didn't leave a number where I could be reached. I booked a ticket to Boise for Sunday afternoon, and masturbated frequently to keep from losing my mind until it was time to go. I called Sean just before leaving for the airport to tell him I was on my way. I think he may have actually passed out. 

Seven interminable hours later, I glanced nervously at my watch while the plane taxied toward the terminal. The flight was already 15 minutes late and I knew he would be losing his mind as he waited. I tapped my foot impatiently and stared at the cockpit door, trying to will the pilot to move faster. 

We finally came to a stop, I grabbed my carry-on bags from the overhead compartment and pushed and shoved my way to the exit, then ran down the gangway into the terminal. Before reaching the gate, I stopped and self-consciously touched my hair to make sure nothing was out of place, tugged on my tank top to expose the maximum amount of cleavage without being indecent, and smoothed my hands over my short skirt. 

Taking a deep breath, I headed out into the waiting area, searching for Sean in the crowd. And suddenly, there he was, waving at me, even hotter in person than in his photos. My cunt throbbed so hard that I felt sure the others could hear it, and as I approached him, I couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his jeans. When he saw me looking down, his cheeks turned a lovely shade of red. Then he flashed the boyish grin from his pics--the one that always made me finger myself faster and more furiously whenever I looked at it--and I was lost. 

"Hey there, Sally" he said simply, smiling into my eyes, his body trembling slightly, betraying a bad case of nerves. I responded with a friendly "Hi, you!", dropped my bags, kissed him lightly on each cheek, and gave him a sisterly hug. A look of utter dejection crossed his face, and I tried hard not to laugh at this charming, guileless young man. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed up against him, the fullness of my tits obvious as they were crushed between us, his bulge even more obvious as I felt it push into me. Growling quietly, finding his mouth with mine, lips crushed against lips, the lust emptied my mind of all thought, my tongue roughly drove to the back of his throat, the wetness coated my thong and moistened my thighs, my hips grinded against him in a most unladylike manner. I knew that I was probably making a spectacle of myself with my shamelessness, and I didn't care one bit. 

Groaning into the kiss, he sucked my tongue hard, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer, his hips pushed into me and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. I could feel his cock twitch as I closed my own eyes, trying hard to rid myself of the insane desire to fuck him right there where we stood.

He abruptly pulled away, and before I could even register my surprise, picked up my bags, threw them over his shoulder, took my hand in his, and pulled me along behind him until we reached his classic Mustang convertible in the outdoor parking lot. The roof was down, and he gallantly opened the passenger door for me, hastily tossed my luggage into the trunk, and quickly hopped into the driver's seat. 

Lusting for his tongue, I moved over until I was almost on top of him, my skirt hiking up and exposing my thighs as I shifted my weight, and I kissed him deeply. His arms pulled my body even closer to him, and his hips pushed his hard meat into my side. My pussy was doing a full throb by that point, and every inch of me was aching for him. Fumbling with his keys, his lips still glued to mine, he somehow managed to start the car. As he pulled away from me, his gaze rested briefly on my deep cleavage, then on my bare thighs. 

Licking his lips, he backed out of the spot and drove out of the airport, stopping just before he hit the highway to ask, "Where to?" Staring unabashedly at his bulging crotch, biting my lower lip, reaching my hand out to touch it, grip it and squeeze it, I answered, "Take me for a long drive." 

I watched his face while I squeezed his thick cock, and I could tell that he was having trouble focusing on the road, so I was rather relieved when he turned on the cruise control. Relaxing, I turned to look straight ahead and enjoy the feel of the wind on my face and in my hair, my peripheral vision catching his frequent glances. I slowly inched my hand up his shaft as it strained so hard against the denim. Unable to avert my eyes for too long, I was soon staring at his crotch again, watching my curled hand grope him, thinking he needs to be freed. 

I removed my hand, unzipped his zipper, left the button untouched and pulled his boxers down to release the beast. Gawking at its beauty, wrapping my fingers around it eagerly and stroking it slowly up and down, not pulling on it, just feeling its texture, I moaned, "Oh, fuck." His entire body shuddered and he reached his right hand over to stroke my hair, my cheek and my neck, while his left stayed on the wheel. 

People in passing cars were clearly watching us--he knew it and I knew it--and it only served to spur us on. It wasn't long before precum started oozing out of his tip. In a low growl, he said, "Jesus Christ." 

I listened to his groans with a deep sense of satisfaction, so happy that I could do this for him... do this to him. I closed my fist very tightly around the base of his shaft and pulled painfully slowly up to the top, coming to rest just under his cockhead, and gave a quick twist of my wrist, happily watching the precum seep out. 

As he took another peek at me, I extended a finger on my other hand to scoop up the clear precum, lifted that finger to my mouth while his eyes followed, licked it first, then sucked it in like a cock, closing my mouth around it and coating my tongue with his precum before removing my finger and swallowing the salty liquid down. "Mmmmm... fuck, baby, you taste sooooooo good," I whispered throatily. Running his fingers through my hair and staring at my cleavage again, he asked, "Want more, Sally?" 

That was all I needed to hear. I twisted my hand this way and that, his precum continued to flow, my eyes watched it as if hypnotized, and my tongue licked the contours of my lips repeatedly, my mouth obviously thirsting for it. I leaned into him, my tits pressing against his arm, and I whispered breathily into his ear, "If there's going to be that much, I don't think I can scoop it all up with my fingers, and I wouldn't want any to be lost. Maybe my mouth would be better. What do you think, lover?" His answer: "Yes... God, yes." 

Licking across his cheek, down his chin, along his jaw and up to his ear, I pulled the lobe into my mouth and sucked it in and out. I then pulled away reluctantly, twisting my hair into a pony tail behind my head, only to focus on his cock once more, the precum completely covering the cap. "Fuck, yeah," I moaned, "That's what I need, what I want, what I crave." 

I bent over his lap and slid my tongue along the smooth flesh, collecting some of the fluid and sucking it hungrily into my mouth, to the back of my throat, huskily exclaiming, "Jesus, oh God." Savouring the taste, I closed my eyes and dove back in for more, until his angry purple head was licked clean, ready to be swallowed and tugged at mercilessly. He cried out, "Holy fuck, Sally," his breath heavy, his legs shaking and his hand gripping the wheel tightly, the rubber squeaking as his wrist twisted about it. 

Hearing him call out my name, my cunt pulsed and throbbed wildly, juices completely soaking through my thong, a special black lace one I had bought for phone fucking him, knowing how much he loves them. I swallowed the last bit of precum, moaning at the wonderful taste as it slid down my throat. 

Moving my hand to the base of his shaft, I pulled his cockhead into my hot, wet mouth, sucked in my cheeks around it, polished it in a circular motion with my tongue, around and around, until I suddenly stopped, pointed my tongue and probed his cumhole with it. He shouted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Don't stop," and began tugging my hair roughly and raking his fingernails down my neck and back, slipping one of the straps of my tanktop down my arm. 

The pleasure was coming at me from every direction: the sensation of his cockhead finally in my mouth where I could suck on it to my heart's content, the feel of his hand on my hair, his fingernails on my flesh, the heat of the sun on my exposed shoulder and arms, the illicit thrill of putting on a show for all the cars and trucks I heard whizzing by, and the satisfaction of hearing his words and his loud cries. It all made me wetter, hotter, hornier, more desperate to have his cock completely fill my mouth. 

I sucked the tip one last time, so hard that it popped out of my mouth, then opened wide and pushed my head as far down on his fuckmeat as it would go, and closed completely around him, surrounding him, engulfing him. He groaned louder into the open air, scratching my shoulders, neck and back with his nails, bucking his hips up towards my mouth, his cock throbbing as I swallowed it whole, his eyes shifting from the road to my head every other second, watching me suck him off. "Mmmm... fuck... so good." 

Taking in more of him as he pushed his hips into me, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat, and then slowly, very slowly pulling my head back, tugging at him with my mouth, my lips closed tightly around his fat prick, two fingers and a thumb still gripping the very base of his shaft, squeezing him intermittently, my cunt beating like a drum, each throb pushing out more juices until my thighs were thoroughly coated. 

Unable to stand the ache, I hiked my skirt up another few inches until the soaked crotch was exposed, and I slid a finger under it, running the finger along my slit, around my clit, down to my hole, entering it by just a half-inch and making wide circles, teasing myself until I wanted to cry, and finally pushing the finger all the way into my pussy, screaming out against his cock, completely aware that passing cars could see me blowing him and playing with myself. 

Once I reached his tip, I rammed my face back down. He moaned my name, pressed his cock deeper and deeper, and lifted his hips up toward my lips. I had been lost in my own little world of sucking his cock, as well as finger-fucking my cunt with one, two, then three fingers, so his voice startled me. It also reminded me that, while my mouth, hands and twat were all busy working or being worked, his poor mouth was being woefully neglected. 

Removing my three fingers from my snatch, I lifted them to his face and smeared his lips with my juices, then let him lick and suck each finger in turn, the sensation of his mouth tugging on my fingers making me throb all the more, the ache almost unbearable. 

Car after car passed by, and the feeling of being watched fueled us both. He continued to hold my fingers in his mouth while he slid the other strap of my top down my arm. I let him take his time with my fingers, in spite of my desperate need to have them back inside me just to somewhat satisfy my hungry, pulsing, twitching beast of a cunt. I reinserted them the second he let them go, and started pumping furiously. 

I knew from the thickening of his cock inside my mouth that he was going to cum soon, and that his hot seed flowing down my throat would take me right to the edge, where my finger-fucking would push me over. I clenched his cock with my mouth as tightly as humanly possible, quickened the pace, bobbed up and down his shaft at lightning speed, and eagerly awaited those jets. 

He screamed, "Oh God...oh God... Sally," at the top of his lungs, his cock suddenly exploded, his seed jetted into my mouth fast and hard, his entire length pulsed over and over, his cum spurted onto my tongue and down my throat, filling it, almost choking me, and overflowed from my mouth onto his cock, his luscious cock that was giving me what I had wanted for so long. 

The taste of him pushing me right to the brink, I hovered for just a few seconds while my fingers furiously pounded my pussy, my palm crushed my clit with every slam, my mind and body registered the fact that the people passing us were watching me get both him and myself off... and then, I fell. My body shook as I kept up the pressure on my spasming cunt and held him in my mouth, completely unwilling to let go of the climax or his meat, wanting to savour them both forever. 

He was trying to catch his breath, wheezing and gasping for air, groaning and trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm. I was thinking to myself, "I want the world to see, want them to know that I'm his, that I'd suck him and fuck him whenever, wherever and however he wanted, that I'm a dirty girl who gets off on getting myself off in front of my lover and in front of the world," and I came all the harder knowing that they knew, my cunt continuously spasming for the longest time, sending fire to every last receptor site in my body. 

The spasms eventually slowed down, lost their intensity and then came to a complete stop, allowing me to finally remove his cock from my mouth, lick it lovingly, hold it contentedly against my cheek, out there for the world to see, while I caught my breath, spread my legs wide, pulled my thong to the side and exposed my sodden pussy to all the curious onlookers. A large grin formed on his lips as I showed off my slit, and passers-by gazed and honked their horns. 

I looked back at his prick, kissed up and down its length, pushed it back into his pants, pulled his briefs up over it, and zipped his jeans. I took one last scoop of cum from my slit and held up my fingers for people to see before licking and sucking one of the digits, then offering the other two to him. He smiled as he sucked the juices off them, his tongue lapping at them like a dog. 

Once he was done, I reached down between my legs, pulled the soaking wet black lace back over my slit, closed my legs, pulled my skirt back down, and turned to him, asking, "Soooo... where do we go next?" With a wicked grin, he responded, "My place." I leaned over purposely to crush my tits against him again, then whispered throatily in his ear, "Whatever you want, baby... whatever you want." 

I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand, looking at him adoringly, watching his lovely face each time he turned his attention back to the road, finally realizing that I was actually there with him, that I'd actually had his actual cock in my actual mouth, that I'd actually tasted his actual cum. 

Sighing happily and sitting back in my seat, one hand on his thigh, the other up my skirt, casually sliding between my folds, I watched the road, and felt the wind on my face and in my hair.



Mustang Sally



She bent forward, and pulled the rest of the dress smoothly over her head and tossed it into the bow of the sloop. She turned to face him. Her green eyes smiling, Sulis bit her lower lip and slowly moved her two, wide-spread hands from her neck over her breasts until, at her waist, her fingertips just touching the edge of her swimsuit bottom, she paused. 

He looked back to her eyes. Sulis said "Watch my hands."

She moved them lower again. Her thumbs hooked under the thin yellow strip that covered her sex, her fingers pointing directly toward the swell of her mound, and she slowly pulled the suit down. It curled over, and a heartbreakingly beautiful cloud of red hair was between her legs. Below it was the swell of her lips. She was so beautiful, and Ramos wanted her. His world had been transformed by her to silence for the first time since birth. She had no tan lines. Sulis stopped at mid-thigh for a dramatic second then swiftly bent and removed the bottoms.

She untied the straps from behind her neck. The top loosened, her firm breasts nearly free. She bent toward him. "Would you like to do the honors?" she said, her voice deep and sensual. 

Keeping his left hand on the tiller, he reached with his right, and she let the fabric fall from her breasts into his outstretched hand. His hand remained suspended there as he looked at her breasts, perfect in shape even with her bending toward him. There was a small tattoo on her left breast, above and a couple of inches inside of the nipple. It was a sun with eight rays burning out of it. The obsidian pendant was the only thing she had on, and it swung between her breasts.

Her face was only inches from his. "Don't fight me," she said so quietly he had to think to hear. "It will be easier for you later on." He let the top slide off his hand to touch her. 

Her areolae were pink where they faded into her tan. Toward their centers they became warm coral and finally deep coral where they turned to erect, pebble-sized nipples. Sulis stayed still and his touch felt like a worship of beauty to them both. She hummed her appreciation. Ramos felt her softness, the pucker of her arousal.

As the boat rocked in a breath of wind, she dropped forward to steady herself by putting her hands on his shoulders. Now Ramos could reach her with his mouth. He licked, and drew her left nipple into his lips. She crooned. Sulis reached down to take the tiller from him. With both of his hands free, he held both breasts and suckled them in turn, letting his left hand slide toward her sex.

She gripped his wrist and lifted his face by the chin to kiss him softly. "Let me sit here again," she said. They switched places and, as he went, confused, back toward the front of the boat, she said: "No, stay where I was. It's your turn." 

He turned toward her. The fly of his swimsuit bulged, his penis clearly excited and reaching toward his belly. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm around stallions all day," she said in her throaty voice again. "You're not going to show me anything I don't know." She smiled. "Loose 'em, Ramos."

Ramos dropped his swimsuit, then he unbuttoned his overshirt and let it fall. Sulis watched, her green eyes shining like deep pools, the next minute glinting like the obsidian. She motioned him forward and turned him around. She ran her cool hands down his back, over his buttocks and down the outside of his thighs. He felt like a horse being examined. Then she moved her fingers to the inside of his legs and sensually up to the crease where his butt parted. She had made him feel like a man again.

She surveyed his front, running the coolness of her palms over his pectorals, abs, quads .... and then paused as she lowered her lips and took his sex gently, completely, into her warm mouth.

He was afraid he was going to come. Sulis sensed his plight and pulled back. "I think a swim would be good," she said, and turned the sailboat toward the shore and a cove where no one had built. There, she had him drop an anchor over the bow.

The treetops moved in the wind aloft. On shore, wildflowers flourished. The highway was distant and its noise did not reach them. They swam together to shore, then back to the boat, and did the lap again. When Sulis stopped, she put her back against the gunwale of the boat and put her hands over her head to hold herself there. Her legs slowly tread water. He swam up to her, his erection eased now. 

They talked quietly. She fondled the obsidian. Ramos touched her hair, a deeper red now that it was wet. She grew quiet and her eyes drew him in. He fronted her and placed his hands beside hers on the gunwale. They pressed their lips together in a long kiss. Her lips parted and his tongue gently teased. He caressed her lips with the tip of his tongue while her parted mouth waited for him, her green eyes shut. The motion of his world stopped and was entirely occupied with his sense of her.

He pulled in against the boat so they were pressed together, his cock hard again. He wanted to put it between her legs in the cleft formed by her lips. He could still picture the cloud of her hair. He moved lower in the water so they would fit. 

"Let's get back in the boat," she breathed. 

He tried to hold it steady and watched her as she raised herself up and then put her leg over the side. Everything his cock wanted, everything his hands, his mouth wanted to touch was displayed before him. 

Sulis reached back to him, her red hair dripping, and helped him back in. "Enjoy the view?" she asked, smiling. 

"I enjoy the whole woman," Ramos said.

She took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately. "This boat isn't very comfortable for what you want," she said. "For that we need maybe another date.

"Okay?" she asked when he said nothing.

"I have no desire to put splinters in that lovely tush of yours," he said, "and if it means I get to see you again, I'll live." 

"Your eyes are so black," she said, "and absolutely full of lust."

He tried to think about something else.

"Oh, don't stop," she said. "I didn't mean we can't do anything.

"Let's put the clothes so we can sit on them and you can hold me," she said.

They drew themselves together on the floor of the sloop, his shoulders against one side and feet resting against the other while the boat rocked gently in the lake. Looking up, trees circled them and the deep blue of the sky. Two hawks circled, riding the air. Sulis curled against his side, rested her head on his shoulder and one hand on his chest. 

His erection stood off of his belly, and it throbbed. She said: "Your cock is moving." 

"Thank you for noticing," he said. "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to just hold you."

"Then," she whispered into his ear, "touch me." 

He turned slightly toward her. He slid his lower arm beneath her so it held one cheek of her ass. Ramos kissed her, his other hand caressing her face. The kiss turned to lust.

Sulis wrapped her arms about his neck and head. Ramos touched her shoulders, arms, and lingered his fingers on her breast. He teased her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, then took the entire areola between two fingers, pulled it out, and teased the nipple with his thumb.

She moaned into his mouth. She was not loving him but making herself available. Where his hand was against her butt cheek, he began to massage her and move toward her anus. Ramos moved his head even with her breast to suckle. The posture made it so Ramos could caress her abdomen and run his hand down the outside of her hip and thigh, as she had done, then toy with the soft flesh inside of her knee and back up the inside of her leg without touching her sex. 

For Sulis, night had descended, and the lake had risen around her and she was floating on another plane. She thrust herself at his fingers each time he ascended the insides of her thigh. Then Ramos rested his hand on her mound and pressed. 

Sulis spread her legs. He began to tease her labia. His mouth was on her nipple, and she was pressing her breast into his mouth as she moaned into the air over his head. The air moved in the treetops as deeply as Sulis herself breathed. 

Ramos spread her wetness along the labia, then took one lip between his thumb and forefinger and slowly moved up its length. He did the same thing to the other lip. "Touch me," she began to whisper. "Touch me. Touch me." Water lapped against the boat.

He held his fingers against the hood over her clitoris. Behind her, Ramos rested a finger on her anus. He was focused on her pleasure, and he wasn't aware that he too was moving against Sulis with the same rhythm and motion as the sky and water. In tempo with the licks he had been giving her nipple, he tapped her clitoris, lightly then with increasing firmness. "Ohhhh touch me," she moaned. "Toooouuuch." He pulled the hood back from her clitoris. The hard spot was fully aroused. Lightly he drew fluid up to coat the clitoris and began to move his finger on it so lightly he could barely feel it himself. But Sulis felt it. 

She started to croon. Ramos put more pressure on the little nub and used his teeth gently on her nipple. She started to come. He pressed his finger against her anus, and she moved her hips just enough to help him press his finger into her to the first joint. He stopped there as Sulis continued to ride up the hill of her orgasm. He teased her clitoris like he had her nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rotating it, now in time with her body's motion. The sky and trees above them had begun to blur. 

Sulis was lost in the noises of her sexual breath, and her orgasm overwhelmed her. She grasped his head to her breast with both hands and threw her legs wide against his hand. At her clitoris, Ramos kept thumb pressure and a rapid motion as he inserted two fingers in her vagina. He moved his finger gently inside of her anus. He pulled at her nipple with his teeth and flicked against it with his tongue. 

Ramos could feel her entire body responding in one complete opening to him. Had he not been so engaged by the details of loving her, perhaps he could have felt her world's motion, the night sky behind the sun as it spiraled in time with the lapping of her heartbeat. Could he have heard the wind whispering nature's passion in her breath?

When she began to slow, he did, too. Sulis rested on his shoulder again. He was amazed he hadn't come in her excitement, but he had been so intent on pleasuring her that he had made no effort. He had never been so committed to another's pleasure. 

"Ohh, that was beautiful," Sulis gasped. She said: "Let me get my strength, then I'll help you?" 

"You don't have to," he said.

"I want to," Sulis replied and, in a minute: "Lay back. Don't move. This one's mine," she said.

She began to massage his chest, his abdomen, and as far as she could reach down his thighs with her head still on his chest. Sulis ran her hand down his side and massaged the hollow of his back, his waist, and his hips. Ramos raised his legs for her and she spread them slightly so she could reach the inside and back of his other leg.

"You're awfully turned on," Sulis whispered. "I'm going to touch you. But you're not to worry if you come fast. I would like that," she said.

She touched his balls. He knew they already were drawing up. She moved them gently. Then she touched two fingers to his shaft, one on each side, and slid up, stopping just as she reached the crown, then moved back down and stopped. Her head moved toward his groin. He could feel her breath on the tip of his cock. She lifted her hand from him and then one of her fingers, wet with his juices, moved about the head of his cock and probed gently at the little hole. 

His orgasm was beginning to boil. Ramos wanted to warn her. "Don't worry," she said, "I want this." Sulis placed her hand over his cock, firmly gripping his shaft but with her thumb and two fingers still caressing the head. Sulis looked into his eyes. There was a black galaxy opening in him as it had in her. 

When Ramos began to come, Sulis could feel the throb and rise of his sperm. She placed him in her mouth and wrapped her lips just below the crown of this penis. She swirled her tongue twice around the crown and then swallowed him as far inside of her mouth as she could. She felt the release throb into the back of her mouth and down into her throat.

Ramos felt his seed pour, not in the quakes and spurts of a normal orgasm, but it felt like a constant flow, a total release into her mouth while she stroked and then held him with her mouth. He felt completely absorbed by her. He also felt outside himself, suspended somewhere above, spiraling. Her masturbation had been simple and honest, and like nothing he had experienced before. She cupped his balls and cock with her hand. "Next time it will be better, much better," Sulis said.

"It's hard to believe I'd survive anything better," he breathed.

"But I'm very glad there will be a next time." He felt as happy as he'd ever been and joy always made him talk.

"Listen," he went on, "I want to tell you why I want to buy that property," Ramos said happily. He felt her stiffen. "I want you to understand," he said.

"Since I've met you, my plan has changed." Sulis leaned up on an arm to look down into his eyes. She licked her soft, full lips and tilted her head. The dignified sensuality of her aquiline nose and a rash of freckles with her green eyes were framed by her damp red hair and the deep blue of the sky. 

He felt something open inside and come out in a rush. 

"I want to buy it to be next to you. I want the land because you want it protected and so I will have a right to be near you. You, the lake, the hill and horses, will all give me something I need to be able to return to."

"Return?" Sulis asked. "Where are you going?"

"I have to work. Don't you think? I can't get away with being a lovesick schoolboy all the time," Ramos laughed.

She touched his lips. She was thoughtful. "Would you like to stay?" she asked. 

"Of course," he said, then laughed, "...if you'll feed me."

Sulis kissed him passionately then, swinging her body on top of him with enough energy to make the boat rock hard. She took his breath away, literally this time.

"I'm glad you want to stay," she said. "It's easiest to leave things if the future holds promise." She looked across the water and said quietly. "We need to get back in before the afternoon wind dies off." 

They sailed with the wind on the way back so it was easier and quicker. They talked and nibbled at the lunch they had forgotten and drank wine from the cheap glasses. He put his trunks back on. Sulis wore just the cover up; her shadowed flesh moved beneath it, and while they docked and tied off the sloop, she said: "I know what you're looking at," but she was smiling. They walked up the marina and stopped by the statue, his admiration obvious, now he knew why it looked so much like Sulis.

"I would love to see you like that. In a dress like that," he said almost to himself.

She looked at him: "How about tonight?"

"Really?" he felt his heart lift at the idea. 

"We can go up into the hills," she said. "We'll ride the ridges. I have something I'd like to show you. When we get there, we'll see if we can figure out something to do," she smiled and winked. But then she looked into his eyes, serious:"... if you're sure...."

"I want to be with you," he said fiercely.

His eyes and his touch on her arm underlined his answer. "Do you ride?" she asked.

At seven o'clock he arrived at Mustang Sally's, and he sat to wait for her at a picnic table near the fence that protected the statue from errant boat trailers. Sulis arrived around 7:15 and when he saw her walking toward him, smiling, she stopped his breath. She was radiant. 

Her red hair was loose about her face and her smile was full of joy. Even from a distance, the dress was stunning. It was a pale green, like new grass, and shone like satin. As she got closer, it was clear the fabric was thinner, lighter, and nearly translucent. It looked like she had nothing on beneath the dress, and as he looked at the way her breasts moved as she walked toward him, he felt himself begin to rediscover his hunger for her. 

The dress hung from her shoulders over her breasts and came together in a V just below her navel. It tied with a sash behind her to keep it from slipping off her shoulders. For a moment, he felt as if he had seen a dress like it. She wore a pendant hanging on a gold chain, a burnished sun with 8 rays. It was like the tattoo on her breast. 

Ramos held her arms so he could look into the deep green of her eyes that the pale dress magnified. She wore eye makeup that seemed to his city eye simple and perfect. Her few freckles brought life to her face, her throat, the tops of her breasts. She was laughing at him because of the way he was looking at her. He held her close and she kissed him in a way that told him she shared his passion.

Sulis gave Ramos a horse used to the saddle. She took a white stallion, mounting him in a single vault onto his bare back. They rode up the hill from the lake in the sunset. He watched the dress ripple smoothly as she rode ahead of him. He had worn shorts and a polo shirt. At the top, she turned to talk to him. 

"Take off your shirt so you can really enjoy the evening air," she told him: "I sometimes ride nude, but you said you wanted to have me wear the dress, so it's your own damn fault," she joked. 

Before they rode, Sulis advised him: "Let go, Ramos. Give the horse his head. The animals will take us wherever is best."

They rode from ridge to ridge and dismounted well after dark, far from W. Delosboro. She told him to place the reins loosely over the pommel and to let the horse wander. They sat next to one another in the grass. Ramos was surprised that it was not as scratchy as he'd expected.

When Sulis reclined, he bent to kiss her. The kiss and their nakedness started to feel like passion. She said quietly:

"Don't rush, Ramos, not tonight. 

"I want it to be unforgettable and keep you close to me always.

"Lie back with me." 

The night sky spread above them. The breeze was back again after the sunset. Night birds and insects filled the air. "My God," he said, "This is beautiful." 

"Yes," Sulis said. "I knew you would see what it was that I want to keep. And protect."

"I will do what you want," Ramos promised. "I want to be with you." 

She said: "I know, Ramos." 

She sat up and then stood so the moon was behind him and on her.

"You seemed to like watching me," she said. "So watch." She reached behind her to the sash that held the dress.

"Now who's hurrying?" he asked.

"Tonight is for you," Sulis said. "And I want you to last for a long while later, sooo...." She slowly brought the edges of the sash around to her front, untying the knot. The shoulders slid down her arms. The only thing covering her breasts, and keeping the dress on, was her hands cupping it to her breasts. She got on her knees at his feet where he sat in the grass and released the top of the fabric. It fell, uncovering her breasts and her erect, nipples, darker in moonlight, then slid past the lovely depression of her navel and over her hips and abdomen to reveal the soft, pale cloud of hair at her sex in the moonlight shadows.

He wondered if he could breathe. She put her arms behind him to urge his hips forward, then unbuttoned, unzipped, and with his help, tugged his shorts down his legs and off his feet. His cock was nearly erect, and she finished that by taking him in her hand and gently squeezing the shaft, then licking slowly around the crown.

"I want this, the entire night, to be so special for you," Sulis said. "I want this to be the night that will forge our future."

Sulis dropped her mouth over him until her lips were wrapped far down his cock again. The effect was immediate, given his memory of what she had done for him just a few hours earlier and the sensation of her lips and tongue on him now. Ramos could feel the gentle rhythm of her sucking and her tongue laving his cock.. She would lift her head and remove the suction to swirl her tongue about the head. Each time she looked up at him and smiled. Quickly he was ready to come. He started to tell her, but she knew. She slowly began to mouth his testicles and the sides of his shaft.




Mustang Sally



For much of the next hour Sulis kept him right on the verge of orgasm, stopping each time he came close. Then suddenly Sulis brought her lips far down the shaft of his cock and smoothly slid back up to the crown and then back down. Her hand worked his cock when her mouth vacated a spot. Ramos groaned and quickly came, hard, all the stars behind his eyes for the moment of his orgasm. He had been so close so many times and his orgasm was intense. Ramos yelled in joy as the sperm pumped into her mouth. 

When she looked up, her eyes were moist. "Thank you," Sulis said. He felt like he could cry himself and wasn't sure what he was being thanked for. Most amazing, he still had most of his erection and all of his hunger for her. He wanted her badly.

She pulled her dress back up and began to re-tie the sash. "I would like it," she said, "if you would take it off the next time you want me naked." Then she held him to her, his head against her breast and they kissed and talked about the distant lights of stars and buildings and, in an immense black spot below them, the slow movement of a boat on the lake. 

His hunger for her grew. He slid the shoulders of her dress down her arms and easily untied the loose bow of the sash. She lifted her hips to help him slide the dress from beneath her as he hovered over her. They both breathed the short, shallow inhalations of lust. 

In the moonlight, her skin was alabaster, her hair a filmy cloud of fragrant torture brushing against his chest, her eyes the darkest jade full of ancient knowledge and their future, the shadows beneath her breasts as alluring as the dark between stars, the cleft between her legs as fragrant and moist as flowers and the dark, fragrant soil along the lake shore.

"May I kiss you, eat you?" he asked.

"Lie back," she said.

She straddled his face, her thighs spread wide and her sex at his mouth, her head tossed back in her own rapture at his love of her sexuality, Sulis flung her arms wide and behind her. Her hair flowed down her back nearly to his forehead and her breasts jutted forward with the nipples puckered and taut.

Ramos licked the folds of her vagina and the soft skin around her sex. Sulis leaned forward and, mercifully, did not swallow him again but licked and nibbled at his hard penis. Using her fingers, she gently fondled his balls. He took her clitoris between his lips and then between his teeth, softly, repeating first one then the other. He used his hands on her butt and slid one finger inside of her.

When Sulis felt their orgasms begin to rise, she freed herself and, keeping her hands against his chest so he could not try to mount her, she swung her leg around and held herself, for a moment, so her sex was suspended just above his own.

She looked into his eyes and repeated what he was thinking: "I love you, too. I love you so much." She lowered herself swiftly upon his cock. The pleasure was intense for them both, and in a dimension he had never experienced

Ramos must have felt his cock slide into the dark warmth that pulsed not only about his sex but entirely absorbed him. His closed eyes missed the radiance of the moon as it became a red cloud around her, and the green light as Sulis absorbed him in the purest motion of sex. Someone with her voice inside his head said "I love you" once more, and his thoughts responded with tears and joy. 

In his orgasm there was no sense of mere lust or physical release, only of fulfillment. "This is what I wanted," he may have thought. And there would have been the answer "Nature will have her way." His orgasm was a complete release, not only of seed but self to the far reaches of her universe. 

Three days later his business partner reported Ramos missing. For a day, not much happened. He was interested in the land next to Mustang Sally's. He was seen with her. She told the police chief they had gone riding but came back to the marina about midnight. Ramos had told her he would be back, but she had not seen him, that like the motorcyclist and the others, he too was gone.

The PC helped her load the cart to feed the horses "That's a new one, the black one there, isn't it?" he asked. She let him pat the stallion's hard muscles and smooth his glistening black neck. The horse snickered and pushed against Sally. She laughed with pleasure.

None of Ramos' things had been moved from the motel. They searched the lake again. They searched the hills where he and Sally had been. 

The residents of W. Delosboro sometimes dream of a woman in a long dress, or sometimes a nude, whose hair blows free in the wind and whose eyes are as clear as dark pools and as hard as jade. In their dream, she rides a pure black stallion, his mane and coat glistening in white moonlight, and his deep, black eyes like the dark between stars. In the dream, they stop on the highest hill. They breathe deeply together, and the woman arches her back, her breasts jut out proudly from the sensual wonder of her body, her head and arms reach back and her hair cascades down to her hips. Someone inside the dream says something about silence. Of course no one mentions this dream to anyone.