Chapter 6
Ding! rang the signal in Howie's Quickie Service as Barbara's car rolled to a stop at the pumps.
A kid with long hair emerged from the garage in back, wiping his hands on a rag.
"Yes, ma'am?" he asked solicitously as he stepped up to the side of Barbara's car. His eyes widened as he looked down the front of her blouse, which she daringly had left unbuttoned at the top. Her creamy tits surged in rounded fullness, a deep cleft between them.
"Fill it up with the regular, please," she said sweetly, "and, uh, would you mind asking Howie to step over here? There seems to be something wrong with my gas pedal."
"I'd be glad to look at it, ma'am," the youth responded eagerly as he stared at her thighs, which were half exposed by her rucked-up skirt. He was intrigued by the dark bands at the tops of her nylons and the metallic glint of a garter clasp, realizing that if he got his head low enough, next to her knees, he would be able to glimpse bare skin above her sleek stockings.
"I would rather have your boss look at it, if you don't mind," Barbara said.
"Oh," the lad replied, disappointed. "Well, sure. I'll call him."
The boy started the gas flowing, then hurried to the back where Howie Gillis was tinkering with an engine. Barbara was nervous as she waited. Seeing her brother-in-law was nothing-they got together frequently, with her husband and his wife. But this would be like no get-together they'd ever had before.
Howie approached her car, grinning. He was thin, with a boyish face, despite his 30-some years, and a twinkle in his blue eyes. A lock of sandy hair fell across his forehead.
"Hi, Barb!" he said. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"It's my gas pedal," she replied, an odd tension in her voice. "It's been sticking every once in awhile."
"Yeah?"
Howie was looking down into the car, getting the same view that his helper had enjoyed-surging breasts and lovely thighs, the latter exposed nearly to the tops of his sister-in-law's stockings. It wasn't like Barbara to show off that way. She seemed on edge, and there was a faint blush to her pretty cheeks.
"Well, uuh, why don't you drive around in back," Howie suggested, "and I'll take a look at your problem?"
"Thank you."
The gas had stopped running by that time, because Barbara hadn't needed much. Howie noted the amount as he hung up the hose and capped her gas tank. She started the car and. drove it into a service bay, stopping directly over a hydraulic lift.
Her tension increased as she wriggled her skirt a couple of inches higher on her thighs, exposing circular strips of bare flesh above her stockings. She remained in the driver's seat as Howie opened the door of the car.
"Hey, Barb, that's really cute!" he said, indicating her legs.
"What? Ooh!" She blushed stronger. "This darn skirt is too short."
She writhed a bit, as if trying to push her skirt down. But she moved it hardly at all, leaving her thighs alluringly exposed.
"If you want to, uh, push your seat back...." Howie said, taking in the lovely display of bare thighs, stocking welts, and garters.
Barbara slid back her seat all the way and crossed her left leg over the right as Howie leaned down into the car. He reached across her ankles to work the accelerator pedal.
"Seems okay now," he said, and turned his head toward her.
His glance was arrested by the underside of her elevated thigh, which was lusciously pale and soft, with a white garter strap running along its outer curve, pressing into the flesh. Even more enticing was the small triangle of pale-pink panty that showed where her thighs came together.
Howie's cock throbbed into sudden life. He cleared his throat.
His helper, who was gassing another car, kept glancing toward Howie in the bay. The older man raised his hand in a signal outside Barbara's car, and the youth, sauntered over, his pimply face wearing a wise grin.
"Slide over-will you, Barb?" Howie said.
Her heart thudded as she complied, and her brother-in-law slipped behind the wheel. He shut the car's door, and suddenly the vehicle started rising on the hoist.
Barbara felt cheaper than she had thought she would, but she became wildly excited. She considered the young man operating the lift. He had to know what she and Howie were going to do. The lad obviously was a party to his boss's illicit activities in the garage.
"Baby, you're something else!" Howie growled lustfully as he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs, sweeping her skirt all the way to her waist so that she sat directly on her thin panties. "I've had a yen for you ever since I first started dating your sister. But you always seemed so prim and proper. What happened all of a sudden?" he asked as he stroked her rounded, warm hips in her clinging briefs.
"Oooh, I don't want to talk about it!" she shuddered excitedly. "Just take me!"
"Man, will I!"
His fingers curled around the slender elastic at the top of her panties, and he pulled the silky undergarment down, whisking it out from under her bottom. She was already wet between the thighs, and moisture showed on her panty crotch as Howie stripped the briefs, inside-out, along her legs.
"Ain't old Grant taking care of you?" he asked.
"Don't mention him!" Barbara snapped. "And if you ever tell him or Joan about this...."
"Don't worry," Howie chuckled as he worked her clingy underpants over her shoes. "I'm a guy who don't talk about anything."
Barbara wasn't sure she believed him. Also, there was the kid who had operated the hoist.
"How about your helper?" she asked huskily.
"Billy? Shit, there's a way to keep him quiet, and you'll dig it a lot-all my lady friends do."
"What are you talking about?" Barbara asked breathlessly as Howie unbuttoned her blouse while visually feasting on the v-shaped wedge of brown curls at the base of her belly.
"Just give the kid a little of what I'm gonna get."
"Noooh! Ooh, my God, I couldn't doooooo that!" Barbara panicked. "Let me down from here!"
But she knew it was too late as Howie reached under her loose blouse, to her back, and unhooked her low-cut bra. He whipped the flimsy garment up around her neck, letting her full breasts bob free.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he gazed at her creamy orbs with the neat rosy nipples at their crests. Her stems immediately stiffened out. "I knew you were built, Barbara, but I never saw a set of tits as pretty as these!"
"Oooh, Howie, don't talk nasty I" she begged, her eyes rolling.
His hands basketed her big tits and squeezed them, his thumbs rubbing her erect nipples. Looking down, Barbara realized that his hands were greasy from the engine tune up he'd been performing-not real dirty, but soiled enough to leave faint smudges on her breasts and along her thighs, as well. This turned her on, all the more.
"Hurry!" she begged, and reached for the hump at the front of his greasy pants.
She clasped his hardness through the cloth and knew immediately that his prick wasn't as large as Tony's.
I've got to quit thinking of HIM! she ordered herself, and proceeded to unzip Howie's trousers.
She couldn't see what she was doing because Howie had bent to her bosom and was taking noisy, wet sucks at the tips of her throbbing breasts, stretching her rubbery nipples out and letting them snap back, which made her titties jiggle. She writhed on her bare, hot ass while working Howie's cock out through his fly. She kept thinking of the kid down below, who must have been staring up at her car and imagining what was going on inside it.
I wonder if he has a hard-on, she speculated, and wished she could see.
Her hand told her that Howie's stiff, if short penis was complete with foreskin, and she rolled the rubbery hood up and down across the bulging knob of his cock.
"Lie back," he said huskily, "and raise your legs."
"You mean, stick them right in the air? Oooh, what if Billy can see?"
"Will you forget about Billy? Just do it!"
Howie's prick bristled up from his lap, its bare head swelling rosily, as Barbara scooted toward him, then reclined on the front seat. Thank goodness she drove one of the larger cars, she thought, as she lifted her legs.
Howie pushed her stocking-clad columns wide apart and gazed at the juicy cleft that opened in her clump of lady fur.
"Barb, you're a sexy bitch!" he growled, and dove between her thighs.
"UUUUH!" she panted as Howie's face smacked soggily against her cunt.
His tongue was out and he was licking deliriously, wiggling her warm, moist pussy flesh and breathing in her tangy-sweet fragrance. Barbara squirmed. She wiggled her flexed legs. Trying to extend one, she kicked the roof of the car.
She shut her eyes and imagined that it was Tony who was licking her flaming-hot pussy. But that didn't work. She scolded herself for thinking about him again, but her brother-in-law didn't have Tony's smooth technique. Howie's tongue was digging into her honeypot too roughly, jabbing her as if he were using his cock, rather than licking in the gentle, maddening way Tony had done.
Nevertheless Barbara squirmed excitedly. She thought about Joan and how she was getting back at her. She thought also of how furious Grant would have been if he had known.
"Oooh, Howie, I just love it!" she cooed, bumping her hot cunt against his face.
"Does Grant treat you like that?" he asked, raising his wet visage to look at her.
"Never mind him! Just lick me some more."
"How about you licking me now?" her brother-in-law asked, his eyes twinkling.
"What?" Barbara looked at his stuck-up cock.
"You lick pricks, don't you?" he asked lewdly as he clutched his organ around its base and waggled it.
"Must you be vulgar?" she demanded.
"Shit, everybody uses four-letter words now."
"Prick has five letters," Barbara pointed out, wondering why she said it.
Howie chuckled. "Beg your pardon," he murmured, massaging her tits. "My dick, then ... my cock ... choose your own dirty words."
Oh, my goodness! she thought, wallowing guiltily in the lascivious situation. No wonder Joan talks dirty when she has a husband like this.
"Are you gonna lick me or not?" Howie challenged.
YES! she suddenly decided. I'm going to lick you! I'm going to suck you, too!
She bowed her head, her dark hair showering over Howie's grease-smudged pants, and she stuck out her rosy, moist tongue. He pushed her hair aside so he could watch her lick the slitted tip of his organ.
Barbara thrilled as she tasted his cock. It was salty, like Tony's and Grant's, but she believed that each of them tasted a bit different. She liked Tony's best-and his prick was lusciously large, its head purplish.
Damn it! she thought, licking Howie's cock more heatedly. Why can't I quit thinking about Tony?
She widened her lips and took Howie's rubbery cockhead into her warm, wet mouth. She locked her lips into the groove behind his corona and sucked strongly, trying to blot the other man out of her mind.
"Aaaahhhhhrgh!" Howie rasped, writhing, as his sister-in-law gave him head.
He bobbed his hips, jabbing his dick deeper into her mouth, and she pumped against his thrusts. Her tits shook, and her senses swirled, as she swallowed the sexy juice that oozed from his aroused prick. She enjoyed his hardness stropping her lips, his glans rubbing her restless tongue. But he wasn't Tony-nothing could make up for that!
"Let me fuck you!" the man finally exclaimed, approaching a peak of excitement.
Barbara raised her head dizzily and fell into the comer of the front seat. Because the seat was pushed well back, Howie had room to move. He shoved his pants and shorts down, then flopped into the saddle of Barbara's thighs.
She felt the rigid stab of his penis between her lathered cunUips and into her throbbing, hot hole. She ground her hips, screwing her snatch around him.
"Ooooh shit, you feel good!" Howie growled, and began stroking.
He wasn't as fast as Grant, but he was no master lovemaker. Like most men, Barbara supposed, he was interested only in his own pleasure.
She pumped her ass in the car's soft cushion as he diddled his hard dick inside her. She had pulled her legs up, and they were spread wide apart, displaying her naked inner thighs above her stockingtops. She felt extremely wanton.
The realization that Howie was fucking her atop the grease rack in his busy station, with his helper working down below and knowing what was going on-and with women she no doubt knew driving in and out for gasoline-added to her giddy excitement. She shut her eyes and fucked strongly, stropping her hard clit against her brother-in-law's driving dick. Her bare tits quivered like molds of Jell-o.
"Uuuh! Uuuh! Uuuh!" Howie grunted as he drove his cock faster and faster in and out of her bumping, writhing quim.
Barbara knew she would reach an orgasm, perhaps more because of the daring, semi-public location than because of an attraction for Howie or an appreciation of his too-brisk style of lovemaking. She was almost there.
She clamped her stocking-clad legs high over her brother-in-law's hunching back, and drove her wicked twat against him as he speared it with thrust after rapid thrust. She gasped. She moaned.
She came, her cunt grabbing heatedly onto his prick, and he spurted, twitching inside her.
"AAAAAHHHH!" he sighed raspily as he emptied the product of his balls inside her.
Barbara jerked and completed her orgasm, which washed her body free of tension and cleared her mind as well, like a broom sweeping away cobwebs. Shame rushed in to fill the void.
Howie drew back, his cock wet and gleaming as he dropped onto his rump.
"Barb, you're a hot piece "of ass!" he said.
She shut her eyes in abject humiliation.
"Let me out of here," she said tonelessly.
Howie wriggled, pulling his clothes up. Barbara pulled her bra down around her breasts but couldn't fasten it, because her blouse was still on. She left it slack and quickly buttoned her blouse.
"Hey, aren't you gonna give Billy a break?" her brother-in-law asked.
"How can you suggest such a thing?" she demanded angrily.
"Okay. But don't blame me if he gets mad and talks."
"You're awful!" Barbara railed. "Do you know that? You're really terrible!"
Howie blinked at her. "What the hell do you mean?"
"I'm your wife's sister!"
"Well, hot shit!" he mocked. "You're the one who came in here, showing your knockers and your bare thighs, with them fancy stockings and garters on."
Barbara shut her eyes. Howie was right, of course. It had been all her fault, and she couldn't blame him for assuming that if she would throw herself at him, she would take on anybody.
The more she thought about it, the more desirable it seemed to submit to Billy, also. She had to keep the kid quiet.
"Wh-where should I go with Billy?" she shamefully asked, cheeks glowing and eyes downcast.
"That's the girl!" Howie said. "I'll show you when we get down. Oh, you might as well put your pants back on," he added, picking her silky briefs off the car floor and handing them to her. "Billy will settle for a blow job."
"What?"
"Just suck him off. That's what the kid likes."
"Ooh, my God!" Barbara murmured, and shut her eyes again. Her shame was intense.
Howie tapped the car horn, which she knew was a signal to his helper. In moments, the car began lowering. Barbara was clutching her panties foolishly, and she decided she had better put them on, to avoid getting her skirt wet when Howie's cum leaked out of her pussy.
As the car's wheels came to rest on the garage floor, she was wriggling and pulling her panties up, her skirt rumpled around her middle. Billy stared in through the car's window, ogling her pussy hairs, just before they disappeared from view, then her opulent thighs adorned by stockings and garters.
Howie opened the door, causing the lad to back up, and Barbara noted the hump at the front of his pants. Her mind swirled giddily.
Howie said something quickly to his helper, then took his sister-in-law's hand. She blushed as he drew her across the car seat, her skirt fucking back once more to expose her thighs and the pinkness of her panties between the luscious slabs of pale flesh. Her hair tumbled across a cheek.
"Back here," Howie said, and guided her to the rear of the garage where there was a cubbyhole behind some oil drums.
She walked on shaky legs, with Billy eagerly following. He squeezed past her when they reached the nook, and he stood with his back to the wall.
"Kneel there," Howie told her, pointing to some rags on the concrete floor.
This was the most shocking thing she had done yet, and that fact added to her excitement. Also, she couldn't help being stimulated by the urgent thrust of Billy's pants-front.
She sank to her knees, thinking she was the dirtiest woman in creation. The youth bent slightly to open her blouse. He obviously was very excited as he pulled up her slack bra and spilled her titties out.
"Wowwww!" he said in his cracky adolescent voice, and grasped her pliant orbs.
"Open his pants!" Howie ordered.
"You're not going to watch, are you?" Barbara asked in dismay as the lad's bony fingers squeezed and joggled her tits.
"Hell, yes!" Howie replied.
Barbara realized there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't sure she even wanted to.
She unzipped Billy's pants and reached in to pull out a pecker which put his boss to shame. The teenager's prick was nearly as long as Tony's, though thinner, and was stiff as steel. Also like Tony's, it was bare-headed, and had a faintly bluish knob.
Barbara bowed to it quickly, engulfing the youth's throbbing cockhead in her eager mouth.
"Sheeeee-it!" he exclaimed, and jerked spasticalIy, as the older woman began sucking his cock with long, rapid strokes of her clasping lips. His glans surged far back on her tongue, onto the hot, tight channel of her throat.
His raunchy, young-male taste titillated her tongue, and his scent wafted steamily up her dilating nostrils. She shut her eyes and sucked his cock with intense concentration, compressing her lips rhythmically as they stroked up and down on his spit-slick rod. Her tongue swirled heatedly around his surging cockhead.
Howie watched and rubbed himself through his pants. Barbara cast a frantic glance his way, to conform that he was indeed standing there, and she felt a surge of added pleasure when she saw him. She couldn't understand it, but she sucked Billy's cock all the harder.
The lad squirmed and panted. He groaned. Suddenly his prickhead ballooned against Barbara's tongue, and his shaft twitched between her lips. He let go, spurting his warm, thick cream into her mouth. The gooey stuff washed over her tongue and down her startled throat, forcing her to gulp repeatedly as burst followed burst.
She swallowed all the youth's gushing cum, except for a small amount that oozed out around his quivering pecker and drooled down her chin. She finally let go of his spent penis and backed up, gasping for breath, her eyes glassy and her throat sore from the frenzied gulping.
Howie grinned, his eyes twinkling brighter than ever, as he glimpsed the gooey semen that dribbled down his sister-in-law's chin. He watched her pink tongue come out and swipe it up.
Ding!
The signal that a car had driven in for service caused Billy to stuff his penis back into his pants, zip up, and run out to tend to the customer.
Barbara remained on her knees, still unsteady from the hot, wet explosion she had taken in her mouth and throat. Howie helped her up, and rolled her bare breasts in his hands.
"We're gonna have to do this often," he said.
"Nooooooh!" Barbara said shamefully. "Never again!"
Howie laughed. "Who are you kidding? You obviously ain't getting your kicks at home, so you need it! Well, you're no different from a lot of broads who live around here. You'd be surprised how many unsatisfied wives there are in our fair town."
Including your own! Barbara felt like saying. But that would only have made more problems, she realized.
She pulled her bra down around her breasts and buttoned her blouse with fingers that shook.
"Well, I guess the trouble that brought you in here is all fixed, huh?" Howie said, and chuckled nastily. "That's Howie's Quickie Service. We aim to please."
Barbara scrambled into her car and gunned the engine, screeching the tires as she backed out of the service bay. Her hair remained mussed, and she looked like a wild woman as she sped from the service station into the street.
She felt wild. And, worst of all, she didn't feel really satisfied. She had gotten her revenge against Joan and Grant, but there was little pleasure in that. Her persistent desire for Tony was like an ache deep inside her. She wondered if it would ever go away.