Chapter 7
And who could be a mechanic without getting dirty?
Well, she looked like a mechanic, all right, with that smear of oil on her face, thought Zeke Washburn as he gazed across the desk at the sexy young lady who was applying for the job.
And she looked sexy, to boot, in her one-piece overalls with nothing beneath them.
"Can you adjust spark plugs?" he asked.
"Naw."
"Tune an engine?"
"Nope."
He thought for a moment. So far, it seemed that she could do nothing mechanical, whatsoever. But she was applying for the job and, being a logical fellow and not knowing how firmly women's lib had taken root -- not to mention the root that was, at the moment, being planted in his wife's asshole -- he figured that she must have some mechanical skills.
"Clean the terminals of a battery?"
"Put air in tires?"
"Maybe... if you showed me how." He was getting exasperated.
Unabashed, Candy smiled at him. Her plump titties jiggled inside the denim bib.
"Look, Miss Thompson, can't you do a single thing of a mechanical nature?"
She looked amazed.
"Of course not," she said. "I'm a girl."
"I can see that," said Zeke, eyeing those bouncy boobs. "But why apply for a job as a mechanic?"
"'Cause it pays well."
"But you can't do it!"
"So what?"
"So I can't hire you!" he bellowed.
"You've got to."
He took a deep breath.
"Why?" he asked.
"Cause I'm a girl."
"Could you maybe explain that?"
"If you don't hire me, I'll report you for discriminating against me because of my sex," she said.
"But... but..." he spluttered, lost for words.
"I can have Humble the lawyer sue you... or maybe Germaine Greer and Kate Millet will come and picket your garage."
Zeke was horrified. The idea of having a picket line of militant Millets marching in front of his garage was overwhelming.
He figured that he had better hire Candy Thompson. Surely she could do something? He thought for a while; pulling at his lip.
"Can you wash cars?" he asked. "Sure," she said. "I'm a girl. Girls are good at washing."
It occurred to Zeke that Miss Thompson probably knew less about women's liberation than he did.
It was a refreshing thought.
"Miss Thompson," he said, "you are hired."
Candy beamed. "Oh, thank you, Mister Washburn," she said. "I'll be the best car-washer you ever had."
"I don't know... don't look to me that you even wash your face, Miss Thompson," he said, looking at the sooty smears.
"Oh, that." She gave him her disarming smile once more. "I just smeared that on my face to fool you. I should have known better than to try to deceive a smart man like you."
He looked proud.
"Handsome, too," said the wily girl. "Well, now... humphhh! Well, I must say it was a clever attempt, Miss Thompson."
She giggled. She said, "It's cum"
"Come again?"
"No, cum. You know. Spunk. It's not real oil. I jerked this guy off into a tin of boot black, see, d..."
Zeke stared at her.
Candy winked.
"Girls are good at that, too," she said.
Zeke's cock jumped right out of his pants. It sprang into a rock-hard bar and the big head came pushing out above the waistband of his trousers and lay flat against his belly, outside his white shirt.
Candy noticed this.
Flattened in that position, she thought his cockhead looked like the cap of a gas tank and, naturally, she wondered how much creamy fuel that tank contained and how long the nozzle was. She was staring hard at his emerging cockhead in a speculative manner, thinking that perhaps it might be a good idea for her to get on the good side of her new employer by doing something nice for him. It was evident that he needed something nice done, for the big slab of his prick was glowing.
Zeke never cheated on his wife. He didn't even realize that the head of his cock had made itself visible, for that reaction had been automatic -- in response to the girl's erotic words -- a reflex action so natural that it escaped his notice. His mind had not focused on sex, as his dick had, and he wondered what the girl with the cum-stained face was looking at his midriff so intently for.
He looked down...
He was horrified to discover that the swollen knob of his prick had slipped free from his pants.
"Oh, excuse me," he said, blushing.
"Nice dick," she said.
Zeke saw that he had no need of being embarrassed with a girl like this.
He tried to stuff his pecker head back down his pants, but the rod was standing firm and refused to bend. He saw that it would be necessary to open his belt and fly in order to swaddle his prick once more in clothing. But he was afraid that she might get the wrong idea if she saw him open his pants.
He turned away from her.
But Candy moved forwards so that she could still see his cock, in profile now.
"Looks like you need to come," she said.
He laughed nervously.
"I may not know much about motors," she said, "but I know lots about cocks. And it looks to me as if your cock needs a tune-up real bad. Want me to take care of it?"
"I'm a married man," he protested. "Then how come you've got a hard-on?" Because you're such a sexy piece, he thought. He had not had a fuck in a month and although his stately wife had jacked him off that morning, his dick was lusting for warm pussy.
Candy said, "How bout it? Want me to polish your knob before I start polishing cars?"
Candy was amused by his embarrassment. She was also horny for his handsome cock.
Zeke damned well wanted her to deal with his hard-on, but he was too embarrassed and shy to say so. He just stood there with his back turned while she leaned out so that she could look at his naked cockhead. When he didn't reply, Candy figured that she had better take the initiative physically, as she already had verbally, and she reached out and ran her fingertip over the swollen knob, tracing up the delta where the fat vein merged with the beveled head.
His knob throbbed lustily.
Candy drew his zipper down. She moved around so that she was standing in front of him, and opened his belt. His pants dropped. His cock was still trapped against his belly by the elastic band of his underwear, just the knob in sight, with the fat rod bulging in the cotton briefs.
Candy pulled the elastic out and let it snap back, playfully. Then she tugged his shorts down. His cock, freed, snapped out from his belly and stood up at a rampant angle. Although he had recently emptied his balls all over his wife, they were full and swollen again, his carnal crankcase filled with oil.
Candy cupped those bloated balls, lifting a if to judge their heft.
Bending down, she slipped her lips over his knob and began to suck lovingly on the meaty slab. Her head bobbed up and down, and Zeke began to push his hips out, fucking into her mouth.
Candy pulled away and smiled up at him.
"Want a blow-job?" she asked.
By this time, Zeke damned well had to have something.
He said, "If it's all the same to you, I could use some cunt."
She was surprised. She had never known a stranger to turn down head for pussy, given a choice. But she had no objections whatsoever.
She said, "Why, sure. You're the boss."
She unfastened the straps of her overalls. The bib dropped, exposing her ripe tits. She rose onto her toes, offering those firm globes to Zeke. He bent down and sucked on the stiff nipples, his head weaving back and forth as he gave equal time to each tingling tip. She cupped his head in her hands and worked her boobs against his face.
Then she lowered herself, her tits moving down his torso. She cupped those big globes together, deepening the cleavage, and Zeke ran his hard cock up the soft passage. His cockhead came squeezing out of her cleavage and lay along her breastbone. She lowered her head and tongued the tip.
He fucked her between the tits for a few moments, getting his prickhead licked on the upstroke.
Candy squirmed nimbly out of her overalls. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them.
"This what you want?" she asked, cupping her honeypot with one hand as if it were detachable and she was going to hand it to him.
Zeke nodded. He had not spoken since stating his preference for pussy, and his vocal cords seemed to have stiffened in sympathy with his cock. He wasn't sure if he could speak.
But he knew full well that he could fuck, for his dick was rampaging around in front of his belly, drumming merrily away with every bit as much urgency as it had when he'd delivered it, along with breakfast, to his wife's bedroom.
Candy was quite thrilled at the prospect of being fucked by that admirable hunk of meat. It was not a handsome cock, but it looked useful and durable, the sort of heavy-duty cock that would not falter at the job. It was so hard that it could have been used as the clapper of a bell, ringing out against the metal, sounding the carnal chimes of lust.
Her pussy was steaming.
She moved to the desk and sat on the edge.
"This okay?" she asked, parting her thighs.
Zeke moved towards her, his dick looming before him.
Candy threw her shoulders back, bracing herself with her hands and hiking her pelvis up at the proper angle to accommodate his standing approach.
Zeke gazed at her juicy cunt in joyful expectation. There was something to be said for hiring girl mechanics, he reckoned -- especially girl mechanics with juicy tool boxes and cum smears on their faces.
He fitted his fat cock to her wet cunt.
Candy wiggled, starting to pant.
Zeke fed the prick to her.
He began shoveling his cock up her hole with gusto, his ass corkscrewing in, burying his prick to the root. Her talented pussy began to milk him, sucking and wringing his dick, molding itself to every inch of his pecker as he plowed in and out.
"Oh, fill me!" the girl cried, as if her cunt were a fuel tank and his dick a gas nozzle.
Her slick thighs clamped-around his heaving flanks. She was humping against him, pushing her cunt down over his cock as he pushed in, then grinding her hips as he pulled out.
Zeke cupped her ass in his hands, pulling her onto his prick. Leaning down, he began to suck on her tits.
She hooked her heels behind his ass.
They pumped furiously together, both riding toward the heights of sensation. Zeke was thundering into her, his big piston filling her cylinder with great compression, the tachometer of lust rising towards the red line of release. He was cranking his big rod into her with wild abandon and she met him with a matched vigor, their loins combining to create a carnal engine, running smoothly in conjunction.
He howled like a crazed wolf. His big cock hosed her womb with a thick jet of smoldering spunk.
The instant she felt his hot stream whitewashing her pussy, Candy began to come, her loins melting around his spurting cock and her cuntjuice gushing out to blend with his cum in a high-octane mixture.
Freewheeling, he sped up her, shooting jet after jet from his rampaging fuck-tool, emptying his tank as he filled hers.
Spent, Zeke pulled out. His cock drooped. Thick cream ran from her cunt down the crack of her ass and soaked the desk under her.
Candy's first mechanical task was well done.
She enjoyed her new job. It turned out that working did not limit fucking time what so ever.
The pump attendant was a young fellow with straw-colored hair and a lusty nature.
Watching him fill up a gas tank, Candy got hot again. The gasoline foamed from the nozzle just like a stream of cum from a cock. When Candy, giggling, mentioned that similarity to the young fellow, he got an instant hard-on.
Since she was responsible for that hard-on, Candy felt obligated to deal with it. She took him into the rest room and gave him a blowjob, and when he came, sure enough, his cream foamed from his knob just like gas from a nozzle.
She washed a Buick.
The mechanic, looking up from his labors under the hood of a Chevrolet, found that he could see her tit, in three-quarter view, packed inside the bib of her overalls.
He saw her pink nipple.
He was changing the spark plugs in the Chevrolet and his cock began to spark, itself. It got so big and hard that it got in his way, pressing against the grill of the car.
Candy noticed his condition. Far be it from her to disrupt a man at his work, but she saw that the poor fellow couldn't do his job while he was plagued by such a fascinating erection.
She jerked him off under the hood of the car. His cum sizzled when it fell onto the warm engine.
She washed a Cadillac.
Zeke came in and complimented her on how well she was doing. The Cadillac gleamed with a high gloss. Zeke gazed at the cum and shoe polish on her cheek, and his dick began to develop a high gloss, itself.
He said, "Miss Thompson, errr... when I rejected your kind offer of a blow-job this morning, it was only because I felt a need for pussy. I don't want you to think that my rejection implied that I don't like blow-jobs, as well."
Whereupon, they got into the back seat of the Cadillac and Candy proceeded to suck him off, polishing his knob to perfection.
She washed a Ford and a Lincoln.
By the end of the day, she was horny. She had not had an orgasm since fucking Zeke at the very start of the working clay, and in the meanwhile, she had given blow-jobs to Zeke and the gas pump attendant and a hand-job to the mechanic. It was natural that she should start to think about getting some pleasure for her pussy.
She hoped that Jack Turner would be available after work.
A man drove in to get his car washed. This would be her last job of the day. The man was handsome. His car was filled with luggage.
It was Boris Gribble, in the process of moving from his hotel into Candy's mother's house.
But Candy, of course, did not know Gribble, and she did not know where he was going.
Gribble watched her as she washed the car. She smiled at him. He thought about what he and Erma had talked about -- how nice it would be to have a threesome with a sexy girl.
He had no idea this was Erma's daughter. When she had finished and his car was gleaming, he asked how long she had to work.
"I'm done now," she said.
"Oh? Could I give you a lift home, perhaps?"
Candy looked at his pants. There was a pleasant bulge in his crotch, and she thought: Why not?
She said, "Gee, that would be swell. I'm pretty tired, I could use a ride. And a fuck," she added, grinning.
The pleasant bulge got larger.
Candy said, "I've been polishing dicks all day as well as cars. You know. Wash a Buick, suck a dick. So don't expect to get any head from me. But you can fuck me."
Gribble figured he had struck it lucky. He also figured that he had better get some pussy off this sexy mechanic before he suggested that they have a threesome with Erma. He wasn't sure that the girl would want to dabble in dyke endeavors and figured that, if she were offended, he might lose put on a piece of ass for his efforts.
Afterwards he could sound her out about a threesome. He hoped she would be agreeable. He figured it would be lots of fun to have this sexy girl in bed with sexy Erma.
Why, they even looked alike!
But he figured that was only a coincidence.