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CHAPTER SIX

Jessica hurried out of her bedroom. The shower had washed away all of the cum and she wanted to get out of the house before Roger came home. As far as she was concerned, the account still wasn't balanced – she still owed him. Three months of constant neglect wasn't erased that quickly.

Wearing summer shorts and matching terry top, she left the house and hurried to her car. Darting eyes searched up and down the street.

Roger's car was not in sight. Heaving a sight of relief, she climbed behind the wheel and sparked the motor to life.

Roger turned onto Elm and was three houses away from home when he spotted Jessica recklessly backing out of the driveway. He hit the brake. "Where the fuck is she going in such a Goddamn hurry?" He decided to follow.

Slowly accelerating, he kept his distance, his curiosity mounting.

With the gas station attendants smile in her mind, Jessica drove in that direction, unaware that Roger was behind her. Unlike the last time, she stopped at the intersection and glanced both ways, then eased slowly across, pulling into the gas station.

Roger waited at the corner, his motor running, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

"Hi, Clayton," Jessica said, giving him her best smile. "Remember me?" She climbed out of the car, blatantly displaying her lush body to the ogling gas station attendant.

"How could I forget?" Clayton replied. His eyes traveled up her legs to her beautiful face. He grinned.

As they talked, Roger groaned in the confines of his car. "Jesus Christ, she's dressed like a tramp!" His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, the knuckles white. "What the hell is she up to?" Eyes on his wife, Roger was sure she was flirting. "Damn!"

"I'll have to look at it inside," Clayton said to Jessica. "It sounds like it might be your carburetor. If you got some time, I can look at it now."

"I would really appreciate it," Jessica gushed. "You want me to drive it inside for you?"

Clayton's eyes burned into Jessica's large mounds of tittie meat that strained to be free. "Drive it straight to the back of the shop."

Roger's face changed when he saw Jessica drive into the garage. "Shit, there's nothing wrong with her car. What's that bitch up to?" Roger sat steaming for a minute and saw the grinning mechanic follow Jessica's car inside.

Roger waited a moment longer, cunt the motor, climbed out of the car. He was determined to spy on her.

Clayton walked in front of Jessica's car. "Shut the motor off and unlock the hood." He didn't think there was anything wrong with the car, but it wouldn't hurt to look. Besides, she was one sexy bitch and coming on pretty strong. Maybe the bitch was horny and wanted some cock. He was game.

Roger darted across the entrance to the garage. Confident that he had remained unnoticed, Roger went to one of the dirty windows and peered in. Across the garage, he saw Jessica getting out of her car, then sidle up close to the attendant who was peering under the hood. Roger's mouth formed an ugly snarl. His hands balled into fists.

Jessica made sure her hip was touching Clayton. "I hope it's not going to be expensive," she purred.

Clayton felt the delightful pressure of her body and the familiar smell of her perfume, remembering the twenty dollar bill. "Just a simple adjustment," the mechanic replied. "Here, look for yourself."

Bending her head under the hood, Jessica looked at the greasy motor. "I don't see anything."

Clayton had straightened up. His eyes were dining on her ass where the shorts had crept up her fantastic crack. Her ass cheeks were peeking out deliciously.

Jessica kept looking under the hood, knowing Clayton was admiring her ass. She gave it a slight wiggle for pleasure.

Clayton palmed her ass with his big hand. "You got one sweet-looking ass, lady."

"Whewww," Jessica squealed in delight. "You shouldn't do that." She pressed back into his hand for one brief moment then came out from under the hood, turned around to face Clayton.

"You liked it, didn't ya?" Clayton laughed slightly.

"Maybe." She held his deep-set eyes with her own. "You're supposed to fix my carburetor, not feel my ass."

"Shit, baby!" His voice was deep, raspy, guttural. "Shit… the way you were shaking it, I thought you wanted me to touch it."

Jessica's breathing was shallow. Her tits heaved, with each jagged breath. The nipples of her overripe tits swelled under the material of her summer tap. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

He stared at her tits. "When they come on strong like you." He reached for her.

Jessica giggled, dunked under his arm and stepped away. "I'm only interested in getting my car fixed," she teased.

She was enjoying herself. At the same time she wondered how far she could push the rugged mechanic before she had to spread her legs for him. Not that she didn't want to spread them, but the game was almost as much fun as getting fucked.

"You were flaunting it the first time you came in today," he said, walking toward her, a confident grin on his face.

"Did you think about me after I left?" She stepped around her car, her pussy, seeping, wetting the crotch of her tight terry shorts.

"Uh, huh," he said. He took her slim wrist and pulled her close. "When you came back, I knew you wanted to get fucked!"

She melted into his arms. "Did you get hot while you cleaned my windshield!" She giggled. "You eyes were bulging."

He rubbed her groin into hers, his hard-on flat against her soft belly. "You're a sexy bitch. I hope you're not one of them prick teasers: promise the world and then don't deliver."

"I deliver what I promise," she said, caressing his face. She rocked her hips. "Your cock feels like a tree trunk against me."

He crushed his mouth to hers, big splayed hands dropped to her wiggling ass. He cupped her rounded asscheeks and squeezed them through the soft terry. He moaned deep in his throat.

Jessica scratched the back of his neck, down his rough bearded face. She opened her mouth, sucked his tongue as it plunged in. She squirmed, excited about getting fucked in a garage.

As his mouth dined on Jessica's eager lips, he pulled at her top, inching it up her body, over her tits. He ran his hands over smooth satiny skin.

Panting, Jessica broke the kiss. She eased out of his arms, tits fully displayed for his pleasure. "Let me take this off."

Clayton nodded, mouth open, eyes focused hungrily on the twin mounds of plump tittie meat. "Your shorts too," he rasped, swallowing the lump of passion that was growing in his throat.

"I will if you show me how big your cock is," she crooned, her body moving to an exotic rhythm. "Okay?"

"Glad to." With his eyes glued to her tits, he pulled down his zipper and lugged out his cock. He held it in his fist.

Jessica's eyes popped. "God! It is a tree!" He smiled. "I'm glad you like it." He pointed to her. "Now you. Strip!"

"With pleasure," she gushed. One swoop of her hands had her top off. "Like 'em?"

"As much as you like my cock."

"Ewww, that makes me feel good." She brought her hands up and caressed her own hot flesh. "Ooooo!"

"The shorts," he reminded her. He held his cock. It throbbed in his fist. "Let's see your pussy."

"My pleasure."

She hooked her fingers into the elastic of her terry shorts and eased them down over her full hips. Dark-blonde pussy hair peeked over her shorts. She saw the look in his eye, a look she had missed seeing in Roger's face for months. Then she forgot all about Roger and concentrated on the mechanic.

"Don't stop now," he said huskily, his appetite whetted for the luscious woman. "Take 'em off!"

"I am," she giggled.

Her eyes glared desirously at Clayton's cock – stiff, rigid – just what she wanted. Her hands pushed her shorts down and they fell to her knees. She placed a hand on the side of the car and balanced herself. Carefully lifting one leg at a time, she took off her shorts and laid them on the roof of her car.

"I don't want to get them greasy."

Clayton took a step forward. His hulking cock swelled enormously in his fist. He could hardly wait to get his throbbing prick in her. "You're one great-looking bitch," he said coming closer.

"One hot bitch, too," she added, backing away. Seeing him coming toward her, she raised a hand. "Not yet, Clayton."

She still wanted to have her fun. An ogling man was what she craved, and Clayton was patching up her wounded ego. She wanted to flaunt herself and Clayton was the perfect audience.

Parading around the empty garage, she swung her ass. She made sure her tits bounced with each step. Strutting, she walked toward the garage doors and the late afternoon sun.

"Christ! You can't go out there!"

Jessica's head turned over her shoulder. She stared lewdly at him, her eyes glimmering with excitement. "It might help your business. Can you imagine how many cars would stop here for gas if I worked in the buff? With every full tank of gas, I can give them a blow-job. Clayton, you'd make a fortune!"

He laughed. "Yeah, especially with your face and body… until the cops come and lock us both up."

Jessica laughed with him, then passion took control of her when she looked at his raging hard-on again. She went to him, walking away from the open garage doors. "I don't want to be locked up, at least I not until I've been fucked." She thought a minute. "You got a bed around here?"

"No bed, but the back of the car will do." His eyes flowed over her approaching body: long legs, pussy trimmed neatly, slender waist, bulging tits bouncing with each step, nipples huge round and swollen.

"I never fucked in a car," she giggled, coming close, jabbing her tits into his shirt.

Clayton stared into her beautiful face only a few inches from him. "I can't believe that," he groaned. "You must have had lots of boyfriends trying to get you in the back of their car."

"I was a nice girl when I was a kid."

His hands came around her and pawed her ass. "Nice 'n easy, I'll bet," Clayton said, grinning widely.

She squiggled her belly into his cock. "Oh no… I was a virgin until I was married." His cock felt like a branding-iron against her bare skin.

"Making up for it now, huh?" His large callused hands rubbed, her silky-smooth back, going around her flared hips, back to her ass again.

"You might say that. I had two young studs this afternoon," she bragged. She brought her hands down between them, massaged his pulsing hard-on, vigorously rolling his prick between each palm. "I'm going to start a fire down here."

"You already have, sexy, in my nuts," he said, liking what she was doing.

Roger was steeped in hatred. A jealous rage gripped him. The impulse to kill them both overwhelmed him, but he swiftly buried it. He couldn't blame the mechanic – she was throwing herself at him. And Roger knew why.

Roger's downcast eyes slowly looked away. He couldn't bear to see anymore. He knew what was going to happen. His wife's depraved behavior sickened him. "Gotta get drunk," he mumbled, storming away from the garage window. His foot accidentally kicked a trash can, and Roger fled. "Damn."

"What was that?" Jessica said, startled. She came quickly out of Clayton's arms. Her eyes darted around. "I heard something!"

"Don't be so jittery, baby," Clayton said, walking to her. "Probably just an old alley cat looking for something to eat."

"We better get in the car," Jessica said, still looking around uneasily.

"Yeah, good idea. We can pretend we're at the drive-in." He opened the back door of Jessica's car.

"I like that idea," she mewed, settling down now. "You better pull down your pants, Clayton. I don't want anything to interfere with our fucking."

Clayton climbed in first. "You can take them off while were in the car." He moved over in the roomy back seat and waited for her, the full-length of his cock jutting out through the zipper.

Bare tits jiggled as Jessica climbed in after him. Snuggling close to the mechanic, she stroked his stiff cock. "Mmmm, I think I'm going to like this movie."

"I know you will," he bragged, jerking his cock through her stroking fist.

She was all over him: frantic mouth, fondling hands, twisting body.

He mauled her, enjoying her frenzied passion, "You're a firecracker."

Fumbling fingers unbuttoned Clayton's shirt. Jessica tormented him, playfully pulling the thick mat of hair on his chest.

He pinched her nipples – rosy-colored, erect. "You like farting around, don't ya?" he asked.

"Owww!" She pulled away from Clayton's pinching fingers. "I didn't get much chance to play as a kid, remember?"

He took her hand and rubbed it hard into his hard-on. "You wanna play… play with this," he said, his hips jerking up as she gripped his stiff cock.

Her fist moved up and down the length as she purred softly. "You play with me, too, Clayton. I'm hot as hell."

With his arm around her, his hand clutching one of her tits, Clayton angled his body to finger her cunt. He cupped the steamy pussy mound. Warm, sudsy cream saturated the palm of his hand. He was enjoying the sex game, too.

"Finger-fuck me, Clayton." She spread he legs as far apart as she could in the confines of the car. Her ass squirmed against the cushioned leather seat as her hand shifted up and down his long throbbing prick.

Leaning into him, she nibbled on his chest, teeth nipping, tongue fucking. She daubed her bat saliva, smearing the clear liquid through the matted hair.

As she licked, her tongue became wild, going up to his neck and back down to his tiny nipples again. This time, she chewed – delicate snips with alternate long drawn-out swipes of her tongue.

As the horny woman feasted on him, Clayton moaned, liking the feeling of her tongue. She was wild!

One of Clayton's blunt thick fingers pierced the gooey folds of her hot pussy. Gouging deep, he stabbed into the pulsing walls. Each thrust with his finger was repaid with vigorous snips of her teeth.

Jessica slobbered all over his chest. She gasped, "More fingers, more fingers."

Two more fingers screwed into her drooling cunt. He twisted them, skewering deep. His cum-swelled hard-on throbbed in a jealous tantrum to be where his fingers were.

"Yeahhhh," she moaned in response to his digging fingers. Her murmurs were muffled, her face in his chest. Her hips moved on their own.

Her hot and liquid juice seeped over his hand, and he could fed the sticky warmth. His balls were aching, caught in his pants. Squirming, he tried to get some relief, but the hand around his prick only worsened his predicament.

"Gotta get out of these pants, baby." It was a tight coarse statement.

Her mouth came off his chest. Her eyes blazed. "I'll get them off you, after you get me to cum. I need a little quick relief before we fuck." She released his cock and leaned back against the seat.

Closing her eyes, she waited for him to finger-fuck her cunt. Her hips squiggled in delight, feeling Clayton's blunt fingertips shifting in and out of her juice-laden pussy hole. She was so hot, she could cream any moment. Her eyes fluttered in anticipation.

"You're nuts, baby." His fingers punched her pussy. She was soaked!

"I might be nuts, but you're enjoying it." She worked her hips feverishly up and down, thrilled with each jabbing plunge of his fingers. "Back in school, I knew a girl who did this every Saturday night in the drive-in, and she never fucked. I was jealous of her, but too chicken to do anything about it." She found herself getting ready to cum. Her glassy blue eyes widened.

Clayton sensed she was ready to detonate. He drilled his thick fingers into her squirming body, delving into her pool of cunt-cream. He could hear her pussy squish with each hard hitting plunge. "Cum, baby, cum all over my hand," Clayton said, enjoying the sight of the horny woman's bouncing tits and humping pussy. It was a delight to see.

Spastic orgasms, erupted deep inside Jessica's pussy. "I'm creaming, Clayton. Finger me… finger me…" She was leaning back, her lips parted, murmuring cries of ecstasy. Her gazed drifted to the mechanic and she watched his face through glazed eyes while he got her off with his fantastic fingers.

He was amazed at the pulsating pressure of her climaxing cunt. He couldn't wait to plunge his cock into those gripping pussy muscles. He watched the beautiful woman cream.

"Ohhhhh." Her back arched suddenly. She quaked in tremulous orgasms, then collapsed back against the seat. Shivery sighs escaped her mouth as she caught her breath. "God, I needed that!"

Clayton's fingers came out of her sopping wet pussy. He tore at his pants, finally getting them clown around his ankles. "Climb on, baby. I'm tired of waiting."

With the sharp edge of her passion momentarily dulled, Jessica had no intention of fucking him yet. She gave him an impish smile. "I haven't had my popcorn yet. We're at the drive-in, remember?"

He looked at her as if she were crazy. "I ain't got no fucking popcorn!" he said, annoyed.

"Then, I guess your cock will have to do." She squirmed around and put her head on his thick-set thighs. Grabbing his stiff hard-on, she brought the cockhead to her lips. She kissed it loudly. Her sparkling blue eyes gazed into his face. "You ever do this at a drive-in?"

"A few times," he said, remembering his youth.

"You were lucky." She sank her teeth into the thickness of his prickshaft.

His ass came off the seat as he lunged up. "For Chrissake!"

She giggled. "Sorry, I'm just so hungry." She took his cock all the way into her mouth.

Clayton's balls rumbled. His cock swelled. Her mouth was a blazing furnace of heat as she engulfed his entire hard-on.

Jessica sucked with abandonment. She felt his throbbing prickshaft against her lips, the roof of her mouth, in her throat. She used her tongue like a wet lash, whipping it back and forth as she bobbed her head up and down.

Clayton growled, lunged up, drilled his prick into her gullet. Hard thrusts, groaning gasps, blended with Jessica's slurps and gurgling cries. His head leaned back. "Jesus!" He held her head, plowing her face mindlessly.

Jessica took his powerful jabs and relished each one. His cock was swelling, throbbing erratically. She stopped, twisted her hear and yanked her mouth from his prick. "No more!" She panted, spittle drooling from her mouth. She scrambled off his lap. "I'm ready now for some hot fucking."

"It's about time," he groaned. His prick felt as if it were a stick of dynamite. He needed her cunt to detonate it. "Climb aboard."

Trembling, Jessica straddled his body. She shoved her wet, dripping pussy against his spit soaked cock. Her eyes found his. "Make it good, Clayton. I have a lot to forget."

Clayton didn't understand. He didn't care. He was only interested in finishing off the hot sexy bitch with his cock. He mangled the flesh of her hips, lifted her, then impaled her scalding pussy on his giant prick.

Jessica swooned. Her hot bubbling cunt clit like a glove. "Mmmmm, Clayton. God!" She squiggled her hips, grinding her pussy down tight, holding his thick cock.

Clayton stared at twin mountains of tittie flesh. Swollen nipples, red, bloated, stared back. He mangled them in his rough hands, the nipples burning into his palms like tiny lasers.

Jessica's breath hissed out. She was delirious. "Oooo, Clayton!" She leaned forward into his mauling fingers. "Oooo, Christ!"

Hot molten pussy juice bathed Clayton's prick. He lunged up, tittie meat jiggling in his grasping fingers. He brought one globe to his mouth and chewed the nipple as he squashed the pliant pump in his hand.

"Yessss," she gasped, squirming, crushing her tit into his eager mouth. "God, I love it." She looked down and watched Clayton devour her tit. Her eyes lifted, stared out the back window. She could see the street, people walking by. "Oooooo!"

Clayton's hips moved on their own. He humped up, his cock squishing through the syrupy soup of her pulsing pussy. It oozed from her clinging lips and burned a path down his cum-stuffed nuts. "You're fantastic!" He was surprised at how tight she was. Nice clinging cunt muscles like fucking a kid!

She moaned. Her hips swirled in a rapid arc. Clayton's face screwed up in lust. "Baby!" He found her hips, kept them churning.

Jessica saw a car pull into the station. She giggled, drunk with lust. "A car pulled in."

"I don't give a shit," he growled, lunging his cock into her vat of bubbly pussy juice.

"Maybe they'll come to see where you are." The idea aroused her. Clayton's cock stuffed in her pussy had her mad, delirious, not caring what happened.

Clayton ignored her babbling insanity's. He dragged her hips back and forth, treating his prick to all the pleasure of her pussy. "Shut up and fuck."

Jessica's blue eyes popped. "It's… a woman," she gasped, her head reeling as Clayton drover her crazy with his thick stabbing prick, "She's… coming back!"

The announcement cooled Clayton's passion. He grumbled, his face hardening in anger. "Goddamn it!"

"Oh, I'm creaming," Jessica gushed as she kept up her hips movement. "Is she gonna be surprised!"

She leaned back, carefully adjusting her body, Clayton's prickhead pressing into the sopping-wet walls of her cunt. She wanted the woman to see as much as possible.

Steaming, Clayton didn't move. He heard the clicking heels grow louder. "Damn it."

"Maybe she'll join us." The idea turned her on. "You can have two of us. Would you like that?"

H knew he would, but he screwed up his face in a sneer of sickness. His cock was aching in her cunt. "Forget the woman." He grabbed Jessica's hips again and began to hump his prick up into her pussy.

Jessica's eyes rolled. His cock was gouging into her cunt hole. The angle was torturously wonderful. A drunken smile formed on her mouth. "Hi!"

The woman's face turned beet-red. She saw Jessica, then Clayton. She turned, ran from the garage.

Jessica laughed, swiveling her hips. "Sorry about that. Guess you'll just have to be satisfied with me."

"You're enough for any man," he groaned, massaging her hips. "More than enough."

"I wish my husband felt that way." She wallowed in his buried cock, arms stretched out. Nails clawed his chest. "Pinch my nipples."

Clayton obliged. Thick fingers spanned her swollen globes. Hard pressure, his fingers sinking deep. He saw the agony on her face mix with the lust. It blew his mind.

"Oh, Clayton." She raked his chest, dragged her nails up his arms to his gouging fingers. She helped him destroy her own tits, urging him on with her scratching nails.

Clayton moaned and jabbed up, drilling his prick into her pussy. His nuts were soaked in warm, buttery juice as it seeped from, her squishy cunt with each stab. A throbbing vein in his temple matched the throbbing beat in his swelling cock.

Jessica brought her hands down, clawed her pussy, felt his cock. "Oh, Jesus!"

She raked her cunt. Spasms ripped through her pussy. Lights went flashing off behind her eyes. The exquisite pain her nails gave was fabulous! Wild-eyed, she began to buck and jerk on his cock.

His hands pulled, her body followed. His hands found her ass as her plump tits smashed into his face. He kneaded her jiggling ass as roughly as he had kneaded her tits.

Jessica was delirious. His long, thick stemmed prick was keeping her in a state of intoxicating bliss. She leaned back precariously, depending on him to keep her from toppling off.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her blue eyes found his. "Clayton. Fuck me!" She fell forward, whimpering like a baby.

Clayton held her, never missing a jab as he carried them both closer to exploding. His cock ached, tight in her cunt hole, twisting inside her.

Blue eyes blazed with the fire that raged out of control in her pussy. A current of passion raced down her spine, then up again, bursting at the base of her skull. "Ah! I'm almost there!"

"Me too," he roared. His cock was caught in the center of her stormy cunt. He stroked her flesh, holding her as she thrashed and bucked mindlessly on his cock. Tits bounced in his face. He couldn't hold out much longer.

A creamy ooze seeped from her pussy, a prelude to the gushing flood that would soon follow. She jerked uncontrollably, hands clutching the back of the seat. Her vision was blurred. She couldn't see beyond the window.

"Cum!" he roared, his voice reverberating in the car. "Cum!" He couldn't control his rumbling balls any longer. "Cum!"

In her foggy lust-crazed mind, she heard his bellowing voice. Coupled with his stabbing prick, Jessica went into her orgasm. It hit her like a bolt of lightning. It blasted through her pussy and spread to every sizzling nerve. "I'm… cuming! Jesus! I'm cuming!"

Clayton needed no announcement. Her screaming, high-pitched voice and violent gyrations told the story. "Yeahhhh!" he shouted. "Cum! Ride me, baby! Ride!"

A flowing river of hot soupy pussy cum pulsed from her cunt with each contraction of her pussy muscles. It drenched his prick, gushed out over his balls. Her head snapped back, twisted on her shoulders. "Oh… oh… oh!"

Clayton, rammed upward, drilling his prick into her pussy. The gushing cream turned from hot to scalding liquid fire. It triggered the explosion in his nuts. "I'm cuming!" he shouted, drowning out her screaming squeals of joy. "I'm cuming!"

A fountain of thick white cum spurted from the tip of his bloated cockhead, spraying her insides. It mixed with the churning vat of juices in her overstuffed cunt. Whacking slaps punished their bodies. Squeaking seat, shrill cries, deep grunts all filled the car.

Their sweating bodies collided again and again. His chest heaved with each thrust. Her tits bounced with each plunge.

Jessica was drowning in her own lust. She thrashed and twisted on his cock with reckless fury. Wrenching orgasms burst one after the other inside her cunt. His cum was setting her insides on fire!

"More! Yeah! Harder!" Feverish excitement ran rampant through her body as she battled Clayton in the back seat of her car. She slammed herself into him, mashing his face into her tit.

Clayton growled, forced her back, gasped, held her, watched her tits flop.

Her cunt was a cauldron of hot juices that fed the fire in his nuts. He creamed her again, hot thick squirts refilling her pulsing pussy.

She rolled to one side, then the other, unable to control her body. Head spinning, she screamed, almost fainting as she fell forward again. Twitching, she became a rag doll as her orgasm sapped her body of all her strength.

Clayton held her, panting as his balls emptied their final stringy glob of cum. "Christ, baby," he breathed, smothering himself in the soft cushiony mounds of her tits. "You could make a fortune selling it."

She moaned, eased her aching body off his cock. She plopped back on the seat. "I'm a housewife, not a hooker." She grabbed his limp prick. "Thanks for the compliment, though."

Clayton pulled up his pants, grunted as he climbed out of the car. "I gotta get outside, baby." He winked. "Your car's fine."

Jessica sat naked in the back of her car, watched Clayton close the hood of the car. She waved.

A few minutes later, she climbed out, dressed, then climbed in behind the wheel. For a second, she felt like a whore, and she didn't like it. She wasn't a tramp, and, she knew it. She switched on the engine, slipped it into reverse, then backed out slowly.