Chapter 9
I met Randy at the garage where I took my car to be serviced ... and where he wound up servicing me! About fifty, he was a big, burly mechanic in grease-stained coveralls. When we talked, it turned out that he had a heart of gold.
It was only a matter of time before Randy and I got together for more than talk. One afternoon, we were bending over my vehicle and he was showing me some things about my engine. I was wearing a cut-off T-shirt and short shorts, and I knew very well the effect my twenty-two-year-old body must be having on him. He couldn't keep his eyes off me. either.
"Gee," I laughed, pretending to concentrate on what he was showing me. "Everything looks so complicated with the hood up."
"I'd like to get your hood up, Meredith," Randy mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear if I wanted.
I played along with the innuendo. "Well, where's the dipstick?" I asked, feigning innocence. "You said you'd teach me how to check the oil."
"I wish you'd let me check your oil," my burly friend continued, in the same spirit. "I've got a big, long dipstick that would do the job just fine."
"Hey, thanks for giving me some pointers," I concluded, smiling sexily over at him.
"Meredith," he belly-laughed, boldly stroking my long blonde hair, "I think the pointers I'm going to give you have just begun!"
Adrienne would have said it was kinky, but to me it was natural as the day was long. There was no one else in the garage, and Randy pushed a button to put the overhead door down. We were together in a dark place of hard, exciting tools and machines.
"Show me your own tool," I urged the hearty guy. "Show me your big sex machine!"
He did, unzipping his coveralls. And damned if he wasn't stark naked underneath! What a bold, lusty, in-your-face kind of fellow he was, suddenly letting me see his strong body from head to toe.
His piston rod, too, if you'll excuse the analogy, was just as gigantic as he'd said, standing up hard and ready. I knew it would fill my pussy, or cylinder, as much as I'd ever want it to be filled!
Randy turned and leaned back against my car, and I unspokenly knelt at his feet. I took his cockhead right between my lips and began to nibble on it hungrily. Then I took as much of his long, hard shaft into my mouth as I could, which didn't turn out to be that much of it. I was overwhelmed, and not unpleasantly, by the sheer size of him.
"Oh, yeah, woman!" he moaned deeply. "Do what you will. You don't have to do that, but I'm not complaining!"
"I love it," I replied, letting him out for a moment and rolling my blue eyes upward. "I've always had a weakness for cock!"
I gave him some more head, but not enough to make him come. Probably I wouldn't have had to worry that he'd shoot his wad and not be able to fuck me, but I wanted to make sure. If that dick of his felt great to suck, it was going to feel marvelous in my pussy!
I stood up and let him undress me. His hands were greasy and made black marks on my smooth white flesh, but I sure as hell didn't mind. He stripped off my T-shirt and got an eyeful, then a double handful, of my firm, pointy tits. He pushed down my shorts and panties and hugged me by my tight round buns.
When he did that, his tool slid right between my thighs and along my furry wet seam. I was so excited that I began to hump it without it even being in me. And it was so strong that I thought I could lift my feet off the floor and ride it!
"Oh, Randy, you stud!" I gasped, as tingles of pleasure shot through me. "Your dick's like a steel bar!"
"All ready to fuck you with, Meredith," he grinned.
"Then fuck me," I panted. "Fuck me now!"
His rough hands still under my ass, the burly mechanic lifted me up, turned, and set me down on the trunk of my car. As luck would have it, it was just the right height for him to stand there and put it to me. As I spread my legs wide, he started his cocktip between my swollen red labia. He probed into me slowly and considerately at first, since his cock was so big.
But we soon found out that I could take all of him, though the fit was so tight it drove us half crazy with pleasure. So he began lunging strongly, using his whole throbbing length.
"Oh. Oh. Ahhh!" I went, as my tummy, butt, and thighs tightened. I grabbed his brawny shoulders as he stuffed me with his cock. Damn, it was as big as the dildo I'd often used.
"Oh, yeah," he echoed, as he gave me all I could handle. "Young woman, you can keep up with me just fine!"
For a long time, we fucked there in the garage, getting to know each other's body completely. Randy had me lie back and he got up on the car trunk with me, doing it missionary position as my breasts jogged up and down. He pulled out and had me turn over and slide down with my legs over the edge and my feet on the bumper, and he stood again and put it to my madly dripping snatch from behind. I came, I don't know how many times, shuddering with naked joy. His big dick had only to touch me to make me come, since I was so sensitized by that lusty older man.
The best position, though, was when he ate my pussy. To do that, he turned me over and lifted me up on his shoulders so that my clit was right by his mouth. Moreover, he had me hold onto one of the low beams of the garage and raise myself into an even better location.
There I was, hanging from the rafters, with my legs spread and that burly guy eating me to my heart's content! And he used his tongue in a way I could barely believe. He rimmed my labes with it, flicked it wildly over my crazed clit, and stuck it so deeply inside me that it was almost like a cock.
Talk about experienced older men. That guy had become an expert in giving young women head!
I came once more, after which Randy eased me down and we stood opposite each other. He still hadn't come, his dick still standing up and coated with my juices, and I asked him why.
"It's because I want to show you something, Meredith," he grinned. "Watch!"
Then damned if he didn't come without my even touching him, and without touching himself. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen! Suddenly, his big log began twitching and pumping, and he shot out thick wads of white stuff into the air and all over the floor. He was so highly sexed that he could come at will!
"Wow!" I exclaimed, my eyes bugging out and my naked body shivering. "I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing more to say," the burly guy laughed as he dripped out his last few drops. "My dick did the talking!"
After that experience, I knew that Randy was the man for me. But, unlike my usual older partners, he wasn't married. So I could have an all-out affair with him without a wife being in the picture. And it might not even end, because there wasn't a wife to send him back to.
I worried a little about that, but in the end I welcomed it. Maybe it was time for my nympho self to settle down, at least for a while. That was, if you could call being fucked by his big dick day and night settling down! And an idea he had one evening clinched it for me.
We were at his place, a modest, one-story bachelor's home near the garage. Naked, we had just finished an especially satisfying encounter, in which I'd straddled him and ridden his giant maypole until I'd come several times. He had looked lustily up at my bouncing young breasts and my swinging blonde hair as I abandoned myself to sex. Then he'd climaxed too, lunging upward and washing my insides with his warm, soothing seed.
"You know, Meredith," Randy said as we cuddled afterwards, "I'm due for a month's vacation. What say we hop in my old van and take a trip? I did that years ago with another sexy woman. What say we take our fucking act on the road?
"It's very liberating," the hearty mechanic continued. "Just two people, male and female, in their own little world. Putting their sexual selves above, and outside the everyday things. We'd stop at motels at night, and have our nooners in the van!"
I was due for some vacation from my secretarial job myself. And my absence from our apartment would leave Adrienne free for her lesbian tricks. So it took me only a moment to make up my mind.
"Why not?" I replied enthusiastically. "Let's go with it. Let's go!"
We set out the next week. Randy's van wasn't so old at that, and the back of it was a real passion den, even better than Charles's limo had been. He'd put in a water bed, no less, and had carpeted the floor, walls, and even the roof with thick shag. There were soft lighting, stereo sound, and an icebox full of beer. The van's bumper bore a sticker, "Don't laugh. Your sweetheart may be in here!"
And his sweetheart I was. Nor did it take me long to show it. After a few hours on the interstate, I got horny from listening to him talk and watching him drive. So I reached over, unzipped the jeans he was wearing, and hauled out his great big dong.
"Hey, watch out, Meredith!" he chuckled. "Don't get that mixed up with the floor shift, or you'll wreck the van."
"It's possible," I purred. "Your dick and the floor shift are both so stiff and long!"
Then I almost did make Randy lose track of his driving. I leaned over, with my long blonde hair falling on his lap, and started to give him head. I nibbled at his cock tip, took his shaft into my hot mouth, and moved up and down.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" my big guy went. "That feels first-rate!"
I could tell how great it felt from the burst of speed he put on. The feeling in his cock was being carried down to his foot on the gas pedal!
After awhile, he couldn't concentrate on his driving anymore. So he pulled off the four-lane at the next exit and went down a country road. He stopped at a secluded park, where I thought we might have an outdoor fuck like I had with Charles and his chauffeur. But instead, Randy and I climbed into the back of the van.
We hit the water bed flying, having somehow stripped off our clothes. Because I'd been sucking him, he wanted that action to continue. And because my pussy was absolutely aching and dripping with arousal, it needed some simultaneous attention. So we went head to foot, with me on top, in a hot sixty-nine.
Now I went at his cock with a passion. My long hair tickled his balls and his legs as I sucked his hugely upstanding manhood, and I let my hard-nippled breasts brush his belly.
In turn, he addressed my creaming sex. It wasn't as wild a position as when he'd had me hanging from the rafters, but he was still able to bring his expertise at cunnilingus to bear. Going at me upside-down, he opened me with his fingers and avidly licked my joy button. Then he moved on to my love hole and penetrated it deeply as before.
"Mmm. Mmm!" I hummed around his cock, which surely turned him on even better.
"Mmm. Mmm!" he echoed. I could actually feel his lips vibrate against my labes.
We came together, hunching and shaking. I covered his earthy face with my spunk, and he gave me another big load to swallow, since we'd determined that we were safe. If anyone had seen the van from outside, it would have been like a movie scene, with it rocking on its springs!
Afterward, we turned right away round again, caught our breath, and talked.
"I had a special fantasy once, Meredith," Randy reflected.
"What was it?" I asked encouragingly. If you didn't have fantasies, then life wasn't worth living. And it was surprising how many of them came true.
"Well," the big fellow replied, "one time I was in a nude bar like the one you told me your friend works at. And I wondered if I could pay a woman to go anywhere with me and do anything I wanted. In fairness, I'd have done anything she wanted, too." He paused. "Nor was I thinking about picking daisies!"
I looked him up and down. "With the piece of equipment you have," I laughed, "you wouldn't have had to pay the right kind of woman a red cent! Besides, your fantasy has become real. You've got a young woman, me, who's only waiting for whatever mischief we think up next."
I gestured between my legs. "And why rule out daisies? You can pick mine anytime!"
After that, we reluctantly got dressed, crawled to the front of the van, and got back on the road. We needed rest between our fucking sessions, but not much. I'd heard the kind of sex we were having called an addiction. But if so, then what a great addiction it was!
Randy read my thoughts. "Hell, Meredith," he grinned. "We're on vacation, so what better thing to do than fuck? It keeps you in shape, it relieves tension, and it's more fun than a theme park." He paused, probably thinking of the frankness and freedom we'd committed to. "And damn it, it's just flat-out interesting, the most absorbing thing in the world. Didn't you ever have a period, maybe before you became a nympho with real men, when you did it with yourself all the time?"
I certainly had. And, as we rode along with the hum of the traffic on the interstate and the pretty countryside passing by, I verbally reflected on it.
When I was nineteen, I had often gone alone to the movies. I would pick a feature that had a male star I was half in love with, and I'd purposely not wear panties under my skirt. During the big love scenes, I would put on hand on my knee and let it slowly creep up my warm, silky thigh. Soon, I'd be touching my downy muff, and just as soon, my already juicing seam. When my finger contacted my clit, I'd nearly go wild. But I'd have to control myself because of the other people in the theater.
Still, I'd bring myself all the way off! As the passion built on the screen, my own fire would grow to fever heat. My tummy would tighten, my thighs would clamp shut on my hand, and I'd wiggle and strain in my seat. My fingers would get all wet and sticky with my sex juice. If no one was looking, I'd even reach up under my top and massage my breasts, pulling at my hard nipples.
Then, just when the on-screen lovers were really into it, I would come! I'd clench my teeth or bite at my fist to keep from crying out loud. The people near me must have thought I was having a spasm of some sort. And I was! Damn, it was satisfying to please myself like that, in the best way I knew how.
Of course, having already found out that I was bi, I did the same thing with some female stars. In a way, it was even more satisfying, because I could imagine myself coming just as they came.
Many was the time I sat in a darkened theater, awash in feminine bliss. The guys who beat off at peep shows had nothing on me. And I always had to mop up with some tissues when the movie ended, because I had wet all over the seat!
When I'd told that to Randy, he smiled. "I might have expected you were a real romantic, Meredith," he said as we drove along. "With men, it's a little more crude. When I was nineteen, I used to go out to the woods behind my house. There was a hollow tree where guys used to hide sex magazines, a lending library of sorts! I would find a particularly raunchy photo, lay the magazine on the ground, and sit down leaning against the tree. Then I'd pull out my big hard dick and get busy!"
The burly guy reflected, a faraway look in his eye. "Damn, I could keep going all afternoon! No sooner would I put out a big load looking at one picture, than I'd get another hard-on, turn the page, and go to work on the next one. I would make love, as it were, to half a dozen women, one right after the other. Each time my dick spurted, it would rise right up again. I must have been producing stuff as I went along! When I finally zipped up, put the magazine back in the hollow tree, and went on home, I would leave a big white patch on the woods floor."
Randy grinned. "Yeah, doing it with yourself is just fine." Then he reached across the seat and gave my leg a squeeze. "But reality is better than fantasy, for sure. The possibilities are just as endless, if you're free."
In that frame of mind, we pulled off the interstate again and drove into a small town. It was getting dark, and we were hungry and needed to book a motel room for the night. Soon, we found a nice clean place with a good restaurant next door.
As we enjoyed thick steaks washed down with beer, though, our thoughts weren't on sleep but on more sex! It was as if we were only stoking our energy for the wild night we knew was literally to come.
Back in the motel room, we closed the drapes and got naked right away. There were big, fifty-year-old Randy and slender, twenty-two-year-old me, ready to do the big nasty any way we could. Luckily, the room had a strong, king-size bed, because we jumped up on it and began dancing wantonly around. My lover's dick wagged up and down until it got so hard that it couldn't!
Then we started chasing each other and playing grab-ass. It was good, clean sexual fun, as though we were an ancient nymph and satyr. He kept swiping at my firm buns or trying to reach between my moving legs to feel my snatch. My pointy tits bobbed, and I let out shrill cries of delight.
"You can't catch me!" I squealed.
"Oh, yes, I can!" he puffed.
And sure enough, he did. Suddenly, I tripped over the edge of the bed and bounced face-down onto it. An instant later, he was on top of me, supporting himself on his elbows. An instant after that, he was in my pussy, sliding his throbbing rod up the hilt.
There I was again, filled from behind by his prodigious dong. After all we'd been doing recently, it almost seemed like my natural state to have him in me! I was so turned on, too, that I came right away, wiggling and squirming. He took a little longer, but soon he was pumping me full of yet another load.
Then he pulled out, slid down, and began sucking at my quim. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking back in surprise over my shoulder.
But Randy wouldn't be denied. He finished sucking, turned me over, and moved up alongside. Then, with a big kiss, he gave it all to me!
"You rascal!" I scolded him when I'd swallowed it.
But he flashed one of his big grins. "Aw, shucks, Meredith," he said. "It was just sex, and there's nothing dirty about that."
Then we sat up on the edge of the bed, and he stroked my long blonde hair. It hung down my bare back almost to my dimpled buns, making me look like a proud, naked savage. My lover went on to nuzzle my soft shoulder, then to lick it.
After that, he began to lick all over me! I'd never felt such a marvelous sensation. His active tongue covered my face, my neck, my ears, and down to each pointed, hard-nippled breast. He bent down and licked my tummy, then up each silky thigh. He moved around in back and did my butt, then in front again. Just when he was approaching my switched-on pussy, I let go.
"Oh, Randy!" I sighed. "I'm coming! My skin is so sensitive and your tongue is so great that you didn't even have to eat me!"
"I aim to please," he laughed, as I went through paroxysms of joy. "Like I said, I'll get you off every day and every way!"
At last, we lay back on the bed for some much-needed rest. I could see the road we'd traveled and the scenery we'd passed when I closed my eyes. Even more, though, I could see our naked bodies on the road to pleasure, and Randy's great big cock!
It was about ten o'clock when we went to sleep. But at three a.m., we were awakened by a commotion in the motel room next door. There was loud music and the sound of ice clinking in glasses. We heard a male and a female voice, too, identifying a couple having a sexy party.
We couldn't go back to sleep with all the noise. But even more, we were rested and ready for some more action!
"What say we go pay those folks a visit?" my burly sex buddy said, getting up and putting on a robe. "We can either complain, or we can join them."
"Lead on, stud," I responded, throwing a robe around my own willowy, naked form. "I'm prepared to party on. In fact, no matter how cautious some people are these days, I don't see why life can't be a party that never ends!"
"Spoken like a true nympho, Meredith," Randy laughed as we went out the door and knocked on the other one. "Or a true woman!"