"I… uh… can't while I'm working," he said.
"Do you like your work, Hendricks?"
She was baiting him far some reason, and he knew it. He longed to sway his head back around and feast his eyes again on the near-naked perfection between her splayed legs. "It's all right, and it's bread-money. I mean."
"What do you do with your money?"
"I guess you'd call me a ski bum. I work all summer and ski all winter."
"Then you pursue your pleasure at all costs," she said.
"I guess you could say that."
"So do I," she said, her voice becoming slightly more strident. "Only, the pleasure I pursue is sex." He smiled, but didn't reply. "How many times a week do you have to fuck the fat one to keep your job?"
The car swerved, one wheel hitting the soft gravel of the shoulder before he could right it. His palms were suddenly sweaty. "I… I don't know what you mean, Countess."
"The hell you don't. I mean fat Emma Boyle. I know all about it. We've been friends for years. She's written me all about this year's find – the young, fabulous stud she hired for the summer. That's why I'm here. I didn't come to visit the Boyles; I came to see you."
"Why me?" he asked suddenly, for some reason feeling very young and very foolish with this mature, beautiful woman.
"For the same reason as Emma. You've got a beautiful hard-on."
Gray slowed the big car and looked down at himself. Sure enough, his cock was like a tent pole in the front of his pants. He glanced over at her. She was caressing her right inner thigh. The fingers played up and down the flesh going a little lower, towards the cunt, with each movement. He could see that a splotch of creamy moisture had seeped from her cuntal slit to moisten her panties.
He was too hot to cool down and he knew it. The only cunt he'd fucked for almost a month was fat Emma Boyle, and she was nothing compared to the beautiful woman who was now sitting beside him, practically shoving her snatch in his face.
He took a chance. "There's a lane off to the right up here," he said. "It goes way back into the woods."
"Is that where you go when Emma wants to get laid?"
"Take it!" she said, calmly smiling and taking another sip of her drink.
She arched her arms over her head so Gray could see her hard-tipped nipples. The proud flesh of her boobs rode high and firm and he could see the dark areolas around her nipples through her dress, shadows the size of silver dollars.
He turned into the lane and her body lurched across the seat towards him. She dragged her hand across the front of his pants and moaned. "Nice," she said. "I need some more ice."
Once again she mounted the seat, back and exposed her ass. He looked and his mouth watered. He wanted to rip off those panties, mount her from behind, and plow a furrow up her royal asshole.
He pressed down on the accelerator, anxious to get quickly into the haven of the woods. She turned back and slid down beside him in the seat.
"What are you," she said, "some kind of self-control specialist?"
"Why?"
"Because I stick my ass and my cunt in your face and you don't do a damn thing. How can you not touch me? I can hardly keep my hands off your cock, but it's not very ladylike to play with you before you even make a play for me."
He was hot as hell and ready. The further down the road they went the darker it became. The road was shielded by tall trees that hung over and nearly met above the bouncing car.
"Soon," he said, "very soon."
"Soon, hell," she replied. "Now!" She leaned towards him and grasped his cock through his pants. "Are you going to fuck me or not? I want that prick shoved up me!"
Up ahead was the entrance to a second, even narrower lane that he was looking for. It wound down towards a river. He swerved the car and sent it bouncing through the trees into a secluded cove.
Almost before the car came to a complete stop, she was on top of him. The fingers of one hand tore at the buttons of his coat and shirt. The other hand attacked his belt and pulled the zipper of his pants downward.
"Get out!" she panted, following him across the seat and out the door. She peeled down his clothes, careful not to touch his sizzling skin. He lifted his feet one at a time, and let her work his pants and shorts free. He tossed his shirt onto the hood.
He turned to face her. She was staring at him and was slowly unbuttoning her dress down the front. Buttons ran all the way from the valley between her tits to the hem.
"God! What a magnificent man!" she panted, twisting out of her only garment.
Her tits bobbed up and down, back and forth, and Gray pined to curl his tongue around the blunt sweetness of the saucy nipples. Her tummy, covered with coarse, curly hair was almost flat. The slit of her cunt was totally obscured by the magnificent forest of pussy growth.
"Do you want to fuck me on the ground, bent over, on the fender, or in the back seat?" she breathed, stepping close, digging her gorgeous boobs into his chest and kissing him. She bit his lips and gored her long, red tongue into his mouth, almost all the way down his throat.
"Where do you want it?" he said.
Gray caught his breath as she ground her belly against his cock, crushing it between her thighs and his.
"Fuck me while I lean over the front fender!" she moaned, offering her body to him for quick caresses, kisses and sucks before she turned away from him.
She pulled her panties down and flipped them to the ground. In practically the same motion, she leaned over the car and spread her legs wide. She braced herself with straight arms and hunched her beautiful naked ass into the air in front of his cock.
Gray crouched until he was just under the twin globes of her ass. He reached down and parted the cheeks with his thumbs. Her asshole was extended, relaxed, willing to take his prick. Below it, the pouch of her cunt spread also with invitation. Its thick, hairy lips oozed the juice of her passion.
He grasped his cock and swirled up and down the length of her slit from her asshole to her clit.
"If you want to stick it up my ass, it's okay," she sighed. "But get it good and juicy in my cunt first."
Gray didn't wait for a second offer. He ground the head of his cock around and around the lubricated lips of her sweet pussy. Then he shoved it in her twat until the hilt was home and his balls slopped lovingly against her clit.
"Oh, yeah, you got a cock, baby!" she wailed, grinding her ass and cunt backward into his body. "I only hope I can handle you in the other hole."
Gray continued to fuck her pussy until his cock was slick with the wet sweetness of her cunt-juice. He clutched the satiny bulges of her ass-cheeks, one in each hand, as he drove his prick in and out of her clutching cunt-hole.
"Squeeze 'em, baby!" she cried. "Squeeze 'em till they ache!"
He caressed and tore at her ass, spreading the cheeks and jamming a finger in the puckered hole just above his hammering cock. With the edge of his finger he could feel the rigid, slamming head of his prick through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her slit-hole.
"Oh, damn, that feels great. Oh, Jesus, do I love cock. Do you think you can get your cock in there? In my asshole? Will it fit?"
"Let's find out, Countess," Gray said. "Hold still!"
He lowered his cock from her cunt and grasped it with his right hand. Then he lifted his body until all his weight rested on the balls of his feet. He warmed the rubbery head between the cheeks of her ass and into her tight shitter. The head was all he could get in without exerting a lot of pressure.
"You're right," he said.
"Just for you, baby," she said. "Shove it in my ass." She shivered and spread her legs wider.
"It's liable to hurt," he said.
"The mere thought of being fucked in the butt makes me dizzy," she breathed. "I don't care if it hurts, feed it to me."
Gary gathered all of his strength in his loins. Then he lunged, propelling his prick forward. He figured he'd be lucky to achieve, on the first drive, an inch or so.