Chapter 4
Audrey answered the door, checking her watch at the same time.
"Right on the minute," she said, smiling at the handsome young man outside.
His white, coverall uniform said, "Daggio's TV Repair" across the chest. He was holding a large, metal box.
"Always on time, for our best customers," the young man smiled back.
He was dark, like her husband, Italian probably, Audrey thought. She guessed his age to be about twenty-two or twenty-three. This was the third time he'd come to make a service call at the Potters, and this was the crucial visit, as far as the married woman was concerned. She'd been looking at his broad back and thick thighs long enough, trying to guess what he carried in his pants. Audrey was a woman who would only be teased for a short length of time.
"Come in and drop that big box," she said, pulling her thin wrap-around about her more tightly, accentuating the shape of her breasts and hips. She saw that his eyes noticed the curves of her body. And she felt a tingle of satisfaction.
"Coffee?" she asked, and then added jokingly, "or are you strictly on an hourly rate? In that case, I might work you a little hard."
"No, we charge by the work, as usual," he said, "and I'd like a cup of coffee at that."
Jerry had been gone over an hour, and Audrey had been pacing back and forth. She had been fidgety ever since she had called the repair house the day before and let the germ of this idea grow in her mind.
She poured coffee for the two of them and indicated that he should sit on the couch, with her on the stuffed chair across from him.
"Good," she said.
"Good?" he asked, confused.
"Good that you don't have to rush. Everybody's in such a big rush these days, nobody ever takes time to do things right. Oh, I don't mean you, of course."
She crossed, uncrossed, then crossed her legs again. His eyes made little darts to the place where the material opened halfway up her thighs. Her legs were dynamite, he decided.
"What's your name?" she asked, suddenly. It was a detail that she had never straightened out on his two prior calls.
"Sal," he said.
"Sal," she repeated, crossing her legs again. "Salvatore?"
He didn't answer, but his black eyes twinkled at her.
"Well, I'm just plain Audrey. Since my TV seems to need so much attention, we might as well be on a first-name basis."
"That's fine, Mrs. Potter. I mean, Audrey."
He had been slowly drinking his coffee. The woman's vibes were coming across loud and clear. Sal had had a lot of experience with women, and this one had a motor running that sounded like a diesel. He knew they were going to get it on, and he was almost amused, watching her operate.
"Maybe you'd like to show me what's wrong with the set?" he said. "If you want, just turn it on while we're having the coffee, and I can see what the trouble is."
"Oh!" Audrey said, feeling slightly flustered. "Well, let's see now!" She moved over to the large, color console and switched it on. Instantly the sound and picture appeared, showing a clear picture of a popular women's show in perfect color. Audrey backed away from the set, and Sal took in the shape of her lovely ass through the thin material. He could see that she was wearing bikini panties and a bra that cupped only the bottoms of her breasts, pushing them up. He wondered if she had intentionally worn something that showed so much of herself. Then he decided she had.
"Of course," Audrey went on, "sometimes it only happens after the set has been turned on for a long time."
"Sometimes what happens?" the young man asked, trying to keep a note of sarcasm out of his voice.
"Well," Audrey said, making a distorted shape with her hands, "the picture just goes all-squashy!"
He laughed, and let his hand rest lightly against his crotch, noticing her eyes follow.
"I think I have just the thing for squashy boxes. Pictures, I mean--"
Her eyes lingered a little too long, and then she realized that he'd noticed her stare. She blushed slightly. Although she was determined to get what she wanted, and she hadn't hesitated to put this plan into operation, she was a little new at the game.
"I--uh--I'm sure you have the right thing to fix it," she said.
His hand squeezed down on his crotch a little, and she could see his thick fingers encircle something that looked long and fat and round.
She heard the sound of a car pull up, and her glance swept to the window. Through a part in the drapes she could see a taxi let Connie Minor out. Short shopping trip, she thought. She'd heard Connie's and Jerry's conversation this morning, and watched her neighbor driving off with her husband. She hadn't given it a second thought, so preoccupied was she with the repairman's visit.
Her eyes went back to Sal's face, and she gazed at the square, rugged man for a long time. Then one hand slipped slowly up to her breast, and she let it rest there.
Sal was the one doing the staring now, and he didn't hesitate to let her notice if she wanted to. Finally, he let his eyes drift from her tits to her face.
"I--uh--better check out some of your tubes," he said.
Audrey let her hand travel slowly down now, between the folds of her dressing gown. The material parted and he had a clear view of the fabulous blonde's body. The bra and panties were a beige color that contrasted only slightly with her gold skin, giving her the appearance of almost complete nudity. Only one place on her breasts showed white against her suntanned skin. And there the bra contrasted against the milky whiteness.
His cock had risen up inside the crotch of his white coveralls, and it throbbed there painfully. He stood up and let her see the whole bulging display, putting down his coffee cup as he did so.
"Thanks for the coffee," he said, standing straight up and shoving his pelvis forward a little.
Audrey quickly crossed the room and gripped his crotch in her hand.
"I didn't ask you if you wanted cream in your coffee," she said.
He reached out and sank his fingers into the crotch of her beige bikinis. He began to probe his hairy knuckles in. "No, you didn't," he said.
"How neglectful of me! Perhaps I can make it up!"
He could feel the heat coming from her body. It was like standing next to an electric heater
"Would you like to come into my bedroom?" she asked. "I think we could talk better lying down!"
His cock twitched and jerked in her hand. That was all the answer she needed to her question. Half pulling him by the bulge in his crotch, she led him into the room that had been the scene of a hot encounter not two hours earlier.
She stood facing away from his and let him peel the wrap-around from her shoulders. He dropped the flimsy material on the floor and ran his hands up her arms and across her shoulders, then down across her back. He unhooked the brassiere and it fell from the bottoms of her breasts. Her breasts sagged very little more without the support, and he reached around and began to knead the firm flesh in his hands, letting his thumbs and forefingers reach the erect nipples and pinch them softly.
"Ahhhh--" she cried, rolling her head back onto his shoulder. He squeezed the breasts for several minutes, feeling her body respond to his manipulations. Her back began to rub up and down over his chest.
He let his hands slide down over her slightly curved belly and his fingers hooked themselves under the elastic waistband of her bikinis. Slowly, he lowered the material, letting his fingers brush softly over her furry blonde bush at the same time. He had to give a little tug to bring the material away from her dampening pussy.
Audrey stood with her head thrown back, moaning in a low voice while Sal felt her entire body, rubbing his hands roughly over her breasts, stomach, pubic arch, thighs, buttocks, legs. He dropped to his knees behind her and she felt his mouth begin to plant hot little kisses all over her backside. He gripped the round mounds of flesh in his hands and spread them apart, then he dipped his face into the crack of her ass and began to let his tongue go wild.
Audrey's knees were beginning to go weak and tremble. She felt him stand up again and then his body was a couple of feet away, quickly stripping.
In a moment, he was back, but this time her ass and spine were pressed into hard, hairy muscles. The erection that sprang from his black forest of pubic hair pressed into the cleft where his tongue had been, rubbing into the dampness that had been put there with his mouth.
He slid the head of his cock around the little puckered hole for a moment, and then down lower, shoving in a little and finding her pussy lips from the rear.
She spread her legs and bent over, gripping the edge of the bed.
"Get on your hands and knees!" he barked at her, his dominant voice sending a chill up her spine.
Quickly, Audrey climbed up on the mattress, and took the position he'd asked for.
He scooted up behind her and pressed the shiny knob of his meat against the blonde-covered lips, drooping slightly now from the rear. They were puffed and waiting for him, but his cock felt nothing wet to lubricate it. He bent down and ran his mouth over the lips, flicking his tongue inside a couple of times.
"Baaaaaa-beeeeeee!" Audrey whispered loudly, exhaling at the same time.
Sal took his mouth away from her pussy lips and lined up his cock again. This time, the lips were wet and he probed his head in, sending the club-shaped glans well inside her grabbing hole.
Audrey mashed her face flat into the sheets, and lifted her hips as high as they would go. Sal grabbed her hips on both sides and began to rotate the head of his. cock around in circular motions. He felt the blonde woman begin to push back and up, trying to lodge more of his big, uncircumcised dick into her hot tunnel.
He let the lips grab and pull a few more times, and then he slowly sank himself into her so far that his hard lower belly ground into her buttocks. His big nuts were mashed into the backs of her thighs, and he pulled her crotch into him with all his might.
"Agggghhhhh!" Audrey almost screamed. The cock was like nothing she had ever felt. He was completely buried, holding himself there, making sure she got the feel of being stuffed so completely.
The walls of her cunt began to milk him furiously. She gripped and grabbed and pulled and squeezed, making her pussy do things she had never tried.
"Squeeze it, you tight-ass cunt!" he groaned, and she felt him lean over her back, grinding his hairy chest down and breathing heavily against her. He'd pulled her ass cheeks farther apart, and he could fuck into the cunt more deeply now.
Suddenly, he yanked himself out of her. She felt the fat knob press against her ass-hole.
"NO!" she cried, and his big hand came down over her mouth.
He jabbed with such force that her sphincter muscle gave way and the thick slab of meat tore into her rectum, almost making her faint from the pain.
He continued to hold his hand over her mouth, and her screams were only little buzzing sounds as she blubbered through his fingers.
Then her head mashed itself into the bed again, and he began to fuck her ass with even, forceful strokes.
Connie finished what she had to do in the bathroom and got dressed again.
Ironic, she thought, moving around her bedroom, fixing her hair and rubbing her neck and wrists with cologne, how much I want a baby from one man, and I'm taking precautions against it with another man.
Her lack of conscience over the incident with Jerry surprised her a little. She had expected that if she ever cheated on Shelby she would suffer terrible pangs of guilt later. But so far, nothing had happened. In fact, she remembered the incident on the beach as one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to her, and she knew that she would be masturbating many times with the memories of her experience with her neighbor running through her brain.
But one thing worried her. In her confusion of the morning, she realized that she really did have to go shopping. There was curtain material she needed, or she would have to put off starting some new drapes another day. Then she thought of contacting Audrey, to see if the other woman was still planning to drive to the mall. She knew Audrey was home. Her own car was there, and a TV repair truck as well.
Also, Connie thought, if Audrey had noticed her leaving with Jerry this morning, a direct visit might be the best way to ward off suspicion.
She rehearsed her little speech in the mirror, amazing herself at how easy it was to lie.
"Hi, Audrey, gee, I hate to bother you, but I wondered if you were driving to the shopping center today. It's so silly of me, but after Jerry was nice enough to drive me there this morning, I found out I'd left my wallet at home. No cash, charge cards, nothing. So I caught a cab and paid the driver when I got back here. If it's any trouble, of course--"
She went over the story again in her mind. It was all right, she decided.
She checked her appearance again, grabbed her purse, and left the trailer.
Audrey Potter's door was open a foot, but nobody was in the living room.
"Audrey?" Connie called, and then rang the bell. She waited a moment, but there was still no answer.
Connie stepped inside the mobile home's rather large living room. She decided to look out the window on the other side of the room to see if perhaps Audrey was in the back yard with the repair man, checking the cable or something.
When she was halfway across the room she heard the voices.
"Agggghhhh!"
"Owwww, shit lady!"
"You're tearing my ass apart with that thing! Ohhhh, you'll rip me open!"
Connie stood in shocked silence for several moments, listening. It was unmistakably Audrey's voice, coming from the large bedroom at the opposite end, past the kitchen and master bathroom.
"Eeeeeeaaaahhh! Oh, please! Fuck my cunt now!"
There was silence for a moment, and Connie tiptoed in the direction of the bedroom.
"Aaaaaeeeeoowww!" she heard Audrey moan just as she neared the door. "Please!"
"This tight little ass-hole is so good to my cock, I think I'll just let him shoot off in there!" The man's voice was deep and resonant.
Connie felt her heart beating fast. She could hear the two of them clearly, panting and puffing in the room just on the other side of the door. She put her hand against the door and pushed gently. It opened several inches noiselessly.
Connie pressed her face against the opening and looked in. She almost gasped!
Audrey was sprawled Out on all fours, facing away from the door. Her white ass cheeks were sticking directly up. A muscular, hairy man was on his knees in back of the blonde, and from the way his ass was moving, Connie knew that Audrey was getting fucked hard and fast. The woman was gasping, and Connie gathered from the conversation that her neighbor was getting her back door smashed in. Connie had never had it that way, but many times she had fantasized about Shelby doing it to her.
She reached down and rubbed her hand against her crotch. She could feel herself getting wet inside her freshly-changed panties. Her eyes were riveted to the sight of the repairman's naked ass. She noticed how firm and round the cheeks were, how the concentration of black hair swept deeply into the cleft. She felt like crossing the room and reaching out with her hand, burying a finger inside the puckered hole which was almost visible to her now.
Sal slammed into Audrey's ass harder and harder now. The woman was beginning to issue forth a low series of moans that were half pain and half rapture. The repairman's heavy balls began to smack the blonde woman's ass on each inward thrust.
"Oh, Sal! Sal! Yessss! That's it! Go ahead and fuck my ass, darling! Oh, I don't care if you tear me to shreds! I don't care if I bleed! Just fuck me harder and harder!"
Audrey's voice was beginning to sound like a beggar's. All pleading and servility. The woman on the bed began to buck her hips up now, matching Sal's strokes. The man wouldn't be able to hold off long at this rate, and he grabbed the woman's ass and held it still, letting his hips do the work now.
"Oh, shit, lady, I'm gonna pop!"
"OH, GOD! OH, GOD! WAIT FOR ME!"
Audrey's voice had risen to a high-pitched shriek.
"Wait! Wait! Waitttttt--"
The man continued to pump and slam, and then both of them were having their climax at the same time, and when Connie tiptoed away from the door and back through the trailer, she could hear only the heavy sounds of their breathing.
The sight in the bedroom made her legs quite shaky. She knew that she had to find some sort of fulfillment in a hurry, even if it was only her hand.
She went back outside noiselessly, and hoped she hadn't been seen entering Audrey's home. She decided to keep what she had seen entirely to herself.
Anything going on in this trailer park concerning sex, Connie thought, was strictly worth knowing about!
She checked the name of the TV repair service on the side of the truck and made a mental note to jot it down. She might need that service herself some day. Sal, was that his name?
Connie went back to her trailer and thought about a plan of action.