"Hold me tight, lover!" Carol screamed as she swung her long legs up over Will's hips, crossing her ankles over his tightly clenched butt cheeks. She was almost literally hanging off of him now, slamming her hips up eagerly to meet every bone-shaking thrust of his hips as he plowed again and again, a tireless piston of steel-hard meat, deep into her creaming slot. Her thick juices squirted from around the sliding shaft, oozing down into the crack of her ass and staining the cushion beneath her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she whispered, cried and shouted over and over into his mouth, scratching her fingers up and down her broad back, humping harder and harder as she felt her climax again rising, the electrical explosions welling up from deep in her womb.
"Oh, shit! I'm gonna come any second!" Will gasped suddenly rearing up over her, his arms out stiff on either side of her heaving torso so that he could put all his energy into ramming his hips up and down, jack hammering his cock in the syrupy depths of her clinging snatch. "Get ready for it, baby…" he said through clenched teeth, sweat dripping off his brow to splash onto Carol's huge, wobbling tits.
"Oh, yes, me too!" she screamed. "Come with me!! Give me all of your sweet, sweet jiizzzzzzz!!!!"
"Take it!! Aaahhhhh!!!!" Will yelled as he came, their voices mingled in a loud single shout of orgasmic eruption.
They were both jerking about now in almost unbearable pleasure as Carol's climaxing cunt gripped his spurting, jerking cock in a velvet grip of lush, her pussy hungrily drinking up every drop of the steamy love bullets he shot into her. Will rammed his hips down hard, holding himself buried completely within her as his balls belched out their renewed load deep into the gorgeous housewife's body. And Carol dropped her hands down to sink her long fingers deep into his buttocks, holding him tight to her snatch, humping and wailing like cats in heat.
"Jesus! That was great!" Will gasped as he collapsed back down onto her, sliding his hands up to play with her sweat streaked titties as he gasped for breath. "I sure wish all of my customers were like you, Carol!"
Carol stroked his hair, pulling the tangled dark strands up out of his face, loving the feeling of just lying back quietly with his hard prick still throbbing deeply in her supersensitive twat. "I don't know, Will. If you had any more like me, I think you might have kicked the bucket from over-work a long time ago!"
Will thought about it for a second and then grinned at her, "Yeah, but I can't think of any better way to go!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
2:15 p.m…
After a second, more conventional sixty-nine session with Will, and a final pussy-flooding fuck across the top of his old steel desk, the over-worked mechanic finally had to get back on the job. He told Carol he'd have his new assistant drive her home in the garage tow truck since they would have to keep her car overnight for the tune-up.
Carol licked her lips as she studied the young man working the gas pumps, running her experienced eye appreciatively up and down his slender, wiry young form. "Do you think you could spare him for a little longer than the trip to and from my house?"
Will laughed at the sound of the naked lust dripping off her every word, and clapped a hand on her thrusting butt. "Doll, I think the word 'nympho' was invented just for you! Sure, let the kid have some fun, he's a good worker!"
So, as soon as the young man had climbed into the tow truck on the driver's side, Carol scooted across the seat and snuggled up next to him. Slamming the door shut he turned only to have Carol suddenly grab his head in both hands and pull him completely around to face her, giving him a long, hot, probing kiss. After almost a full minute of Frenching she released her grip and moved her face back slightly, staring into his confused but definitely glowing eyes with her own brightly flashing green ones.
"I… I mean, what…?" the young man started to mumble, obviously thrilled at the hot contact with this beautiful older woman, but not sure just what he should do next, taken totally by surprise by the blatant eroticism of the woman.
"What's your name, honey?" Carol asked, raising one hand to gently stroke a fingertip over the lower lip she'd just been sucking on.
"Page… Tony Page," he said, nervously licking his lips and starting as he felt his tongue lapping over her fingertip. Carol felt a hot shiver shoot up her spine at the unintentional erotic move, her pussy creaming.
It looked like this was going to turn out to be a red-letter day in her sexual diary. Or, rather, it would have if the horny housewife wasn't so busy humping every man she could find to write the steamy encounters down!"
"Well, Tony-love, I want to thank you for taking me home like this."
"Uh, no problem. I'm just doin' my job," he said, turning to start up the engine. Carol stayed up tight next to him, her left arm raised to play with the gently curling hairs at the base of his neck. Putting the truck into reverse Tony turned to start to back up, and found himself looking directly into her burning eyes once again.
"I… look, Mrs. Bristol-"
"Carol. All of my friends, call me Carol," the horny housewife said, smiling seductively at the young man.
"Okay, er, Carol. Look, I'm no dummy, but you've got me kind of confused. I saw you go back into old man Alden's office when you got here, and heard some… well, it got kinda loud, ya know? I figured you two had something going, and I don't want to get in trouble with my boss if you and he are, well, you know. I just got this job last week…"
Carol's lilting laughter filled the truck as she dropped her head back for a moment. "Oh, Tony, you dear sweet boy! No, you don't have to worry. There's nothing at all serious going on between me and your boss. We just like to get together for a bit of fun." Dropping her free hand into his lap, Carol gently squeezed his thigh. "You like having fun, don't you Tony?"
"Damn straight!" the young man grinned, spreading his legs wider to give the hot housewife easier access to his bulging crotch. "What kind of fun did you have in mind?"
"The best kind, baby," Carol cooed, puckering her lips and giving his cock a more direct squeeze through the faded crotch of his jeans.
Tony's eyes widened at the directness of this wanton woman. He wondered if she was like this all the time, just jumping from one guy to another. But he didn't really give a damn. He was tired of the teasing teenage girls he normally tried to put the make on, girls he had to wine and dine and butter up for hours just to get a quick feel of a tit if he was lucky. Now here God had dropped a horny housewife literally in his lap-he could live with it!
Smiling broadly Tony slung his right arm over Carol's shoulders and slid his hand down to pinch at the hard, thrusting nipple of her right breast as it jutted out firm and full against the soft, clingy material of her blouse. His cock gave a jerk as he felt the full weight of her massive tit-this was no little teenie-bopper bump of a tit, this was a heavy, succulent all-woman boob!
One handed he backed the tow truck out of the garage parking lot and aimed it down the street, eager to get her to her home and see if there really was more to come, or if this titty grab would again be all he got.
But the horny kid didn't have to wait anywhere near that long, as Carol got down to business the moment they had pulled out of the parking lot. "I've got to see just what kind of a gun you're packing down here, babe," she breathed huskily. By the time the truck had gone three blocks Carol had gotten his belt open and his zipper all the way down. Reaching inside she gave a little gasp of appreciation at the feel of the prize she had found for herself.