The Garage Girl
by Carole Wilson
(LLP-848)


Chapter One 

The demure but voluptuous Mary Jo Strattoti had put on her most expensive 
and lovely light green dress to make a good impression on the handsome, 
wealthy businessman. 

If J.D. Norman was anything, he was clever and successful. He was regarded 
in New Orleans society as very much a social climber, so much so that, as a 
struggling young businessman only four short years removed from Louisiana 
State University, he had married into one of the wealthiest aristocratic New 
Orleans families. His bride was none other than the beautiful Gail Thomas, 
whose father just happened to be one of the largest textile manufacturers in 
all of the South. 

Once that Thomas stepped down, naturally the aggressive, enterprising, young 
J. D. Norman was there to take over. He catapulted an already tremendously 
successful concern into one of the largest in the United States. Thomas 
Enterprises went on from there to expand into other areas. They now owned a 
series of oil wells circulated throughout Texas and were branching out into 
the realm of female clothing as well. 

Norman cast his appraising blue eyes in the direction of the lovely, 
honey-haired woman who sat across the table from him. 

They were seated in Antoine's, situated in the famous French Quarter. As 
Norman picked at his Caesar salad and took an occasional sip from his 
bourbon and Seven-Up, he listened to the lovely young blonde as she began to 
elucidate just why she had asked to see him. 

"J. D., it would be a good thing for your business," she began. 

"You're gonna have to impress me, honey," he smiled, reaching up and running 
his fingers slowly through his thick shocks of curly gray hair. "After all, 
you gotta remember that old J. D. didn't move to the top of the heap here in 
New Orleans by being dumb. If I'm gonna make a business move, then it's for 
damned sure that somebody's got to prove to me that it's really a good move. 
I don't jump on things out of sympathy or because my din in' partner here 
happens to be good lookin'." 

"Yeah, J. D., I studied your record long enough to know all about that," she 
nodded. 

"Yeah, you did some research on me?" J. D.'s eyes twinkled with merriment. 
"You know, that's one thing a sharp businessman always does. He knows who 
he's talkin' to. When you called the other day and asked to set up this here 
appointment with me, I did a little checkin' into you. Into your 
background." 

"I guess you want to tell me what you found out, don't you?" 

"You know all about it as well as I do," he shrugged. "Better, in fact. No, 
I found out all about you shakin' that cute little fanny of yours in the 
French Quarter at a topless bar for two, three years." 

"I was there four, J. D." 

"Sorry about that. I gotta get on that man who did the checkin'," J. D. 
laughed, taking a sip from his bourbon. "Anyhow, honey, accord in' to 
everything I read, you're like the original Tomboy." 

"\i Tomboy means drivin' stock cars, then you've got the right girl." 

"Oh, yeah, that's what I mean." 

"Of course, I guess I'm a Tomboy in other ways, too," she grinned. "Back 
when I was growin' up in Baton Rouge, I was just about the toughest kid on 
my block, REGARDLESS of sex." 

"You'd still be the toughest kid on the block, regardless of sex," Norman 
winked. "But with sex you're definitely one of the toughest kids anywhere. 
You're a pretty fetchin' young woman. Matter of fact, if I wasn't all this 
shrewd a businessman, and maybe when you caught old J. D. when he was 
startin' out, then you'd probably get your way just through emotion. But I 
guess you know if you've been doin' any checkin' on J. D. that it takes a 
whole lot more than emotion to sway him. He's gotta be convinced that what 
he's puttin' out his money on is to his benefit. Ain't that right?" 

"Oh, yeah, J. D.," she smiled. "I understand you had a pretty good athletic 
background. You played fullback in college, didn't you?" 

"Oh, yeah, I was a damned good fullback," J. D. said. "But what I always had 
my eyes fixed on was business. Makin' me a million bucks. Well, now I look 
at million bucks like somethin' to sneeze at, 'ceptin' when it comes to 
spendin' money. That's where I really draw the line. When it comes to my 
spendin' policies, it's like I just made my first dollar." 

"But this here proposition I've got for you is a good one," she told him, 
her eyes lighting up eagerly. 

He watched as she finished her shrimp salad, after which she leaned forward 
in her chair. He could see the voluptuous cleavage of her succulent 
alabaster breasts as they fell from her dress and brassiere. How he wished 
he could reach out and touch them. But this was hardly the time or the 
place. For one thing, there were some formalities to be gotten out of the 
way. J. D. had to know more about this beautiful young woman, in addition to 
what he was already aware of. 

"So what makes you so sure you're gonna be a good stock car driver, honey?" 
he asked the beautiful blonde. As soon as he finished the sentence, he 
motioned toward the waiter, who was talking to a man at a nearby table. 

She paued momentarily, watching as the waiter materialized with the bill. 

"I know I'm good and I've got the record to back it up," she explained. "All 
I need is a chance to move into big time. You know, a woman finished at 
Indianapolis. Women are movin' into the big time now. When it comes to 
tennis, who do people think of? I mean, yeah, there's Jimmy Connors, there's 
Borg. But the people are just as quick to mention Chris Evert, lots of times 
quicker. And Janet Guthrie did finish at Indianapolis. So I'm figurin' that 
maybe I'm gonna be the first woman ever to win the Indianapolis 500." 

"That's gonna take quite an effort," he threw his head back and laughed, 
gulping down the rest of his drink. His eyes lit up and once again he ran 
his fingers through his shocks of gray hair. "Come on, tell me more. Tell me 
how you're gonna win Indianapolis." 

"What I'm gonna do first is I'm gonna build myself up one region of the 
country. Right here in the South, where I've lived my whole life," she 
pounded the table determinedly with her right fist. 

"Oh, yeah? How well are you known now around race circles here in the 
South?" 

"I'm known pretty well here in New Orleans," she explained. "What I need to 
do is put myself on the map by winnin' somethin'. By winnin' somethin' big. 
By winnin' me a big title. A seasonal title. So I figure that I can win the 
stock car championship here in the regular circuit in the South. I've gotta 
start me out in some of the smaller Southern towns. Then maybe I can sneak 
me into some of the big ones, too. I've already won some races right here in 
and around New Orleans," 

"Yeah, I've found out about it," he nodded. "That is, my investigator did, 
and he told me." 

"You are one hell of a SMART man, J. D. Norman," she smiled brightly, 
showing her gleaming white teeth. 

"Oh, yeah, honey. I didn't get where I was because I was dumb" 

"Of course, you got yourself quite a helpin' hand from Mr. Thomas. Didn't 
hurt to marry Gail, did it?" 

He laughed loudly. 

"You can be an impudent little bitch, you know," he said, signing the bill 
and handing the waiter his credit card, along with the signed copy of the 
bill. 

"Thank you, Mr. Norman," the waiter bowed, disappearing momentarily. 

"I'll tell you why I made that point," she said, pausing until the waiter 
was out of earshot. "I made it to let you know that, smart as you were, as 
talented as you were in business, you needed a start. Without that start 
there's no tellin' where you might be. As smart as you are, who knows, you 
might be some unknown, struggling salesman ridin' in some old dusty car to 
tiny little Southern hamlets, tryin' to sei! this product or that. You just 
never know. Am I right?" 

"You're not only impudent, honey, you're DAMNED SMART," he smiled, reaching 
over and patting the beautiful blonde affectionately on the hand. "Matter of 
fact, I almost feel like offerin' you a job with Thomas Enterprises. Start 
you out in somethin' real nice. Somethin' like P.R. where you can get your 
feet wet, then maybe move into the executive ranks. Seems to me you might 
have what it takes to do that. Oh, yeah, you're pretty sharp." 

"Thank you, but, like I told you before, my ambition is to win the 
Indianapolis 500," she said, her eyes gleaming with fierce determination. 

"From the way you say that and from the way you curl up that pretty face of 
yours when you're tellin' me about it, I believe you, I really do," he 
nodded, obviously impressed. 

The waiter returned with the copy of J. D. Norman's bill. He nodded, shoving 
the copy into his wallet, then slipping the wallet into his pocket. He got 
up slowly as the waiter bowed to both of them. 

"Have a good afternoon, Mr. Norman, you, too, Miss," he said, "Thank you. 
Thank you kindfy," Norman replied. 

They walked out of Antoine's and into the humid New Orleans afternoon. 
Slowly they walked down the crowded street, past famous Bourbon Street, 
where the sound of loud jazz music could be clearly heard in the distance. 
The beautiful young blonde turned her head in the direction of Bourbon 
Street, recalling how hard she'd had to work as a topless dancer, taking all 
kinds of long shifts, having to constantly fend off would-be Romeos, all to 
provide substance so she could continue her race car exploits. Now that she 
was talking to the man she knew could be invaluable to her as a supllier of 
financial support, as a sponsor, she was determined not to miss her 
opportunity. 

Norman and Mary Jo continued threading their way through throngs of people 
on the busy street until, finally, they reached the office building in the 
heart of downtown New Orleans where Thomas Enterprises had its penthouse 
suite. 

They took the elevator up to the top floor. From there they walked into 
Norman's private office. The lovely Mary Jo eased her body gracefully 
downward onto the posh light blue sofa. She stared beyond at the New Orleans 
skyline. Situated just several blocks away was the beautiful Superdome, 
where the 1978 Super Bowl Classic was held between Dallas and Denver. 

"Think I'll fix me another Jack Daniels and Seven-Up," J. D. Norman smiled. 
"Easier to talk business that way. Think I'll draw the drapes, too. 
Distractin' lookin' out at the city all the time." 

He drew the drapes shut, then walked over toward the wet bar, pouring 
himself and his guest a drink. 

Eventually the handsome, broad-shouldered executive sat down in his leather 
swivel chair and eased his feet over the top of his mahogany desk. He took a 
slow sip from his drink, appraising the classic beauty of the lovely Mary Jo 
Stratton. He couldn't help but admire her sparkling intensity. Few people, 
particularly on the strength of a first meeting, would have been bold enough 
to talk to him in the manner that she had. Mary Jo obviously believed in 
herself and wanted a career as a prominent race car driver badly. He had 
read some of the clippings that his investigator had dug up for him 
concerning minor victories on the local stock car circuit. She had been 
written up enthusiastically on a number of occasions as a comer, somebody 
who, if given the right opportunity, could possibly catapult into the top 
ranks of race car driving. 

But now, in spite of what he was telling her, the resourceful J. D. Norman 
was thinking about something other than the financial propriety of making a 
move such as the one she was proposing. Instead of his thoughts being 
concerned about sponsoring her, his eyes were being drawn with mounting 
intensity toward the firmness of her shapely breasts and the sparkling 
beauty of her face. He observed her silky alabaster skin, set off by her 
deep set brown eyes and sensuous, red lips. Her nose was very tiny, petite 
in the manner of the rest of her, but he could see that, despite her 
petiteness, there was a restless giant, a prowling lioness that dwelled 
within her. That was what excited him the most. J. D. had scores of women, 
and could buy off almost as many as he desired at any one point in time, but 
this young woman was different. She would constitute a challenge, a real 
challenge. 

"So tell me, honey, just what makes you think you can win at Indianapolis?" 
he asked grinningly. 

"Because I'm the BEST," she stared at him with wide-eyed determination. 

"Hey, I like that. I like SPIRIT in a woman." 

"I happen to know something else, too, J. D. You're a WINNER. As a WINNER 
you've always wanted to be associated with other WINNERS." 

"Why not? That makes me a winner, too" he laughed. 

"Exactly. Exactly what I'm talkin' about," she nodded. "Well, I'm givin' you 
an opportunity to be a winner, and it ain't gonna cost you all that much, 
either. I mean, not in the beginnin' anyway. And by the time that it's gonna 
start costin' more, well, by then I'll be makin' more money and it won't be 
costin' you as much. Won't need as much support then." 

"That makes sense. What're you figurin' on first, honey? I mean, hittin' the 
minor circuit right around here. Then movin' on out into the other states. 
Goin' to Georgia, Mississippi, Tennessee. That what you got in mind?" 

"Yeah. Floria. Hittin' all those places. All the while I'm winnin' races and 
buildin' up my reputation. Then finally, well, then I burst on the national 
scene. I move into the big car circuit." 

"Hey, you know, on somethin' like this it ain't like investin' in other 
businesses," J. D. Norman explained. "There's no balance sheet that's gonna 
make me decide one way or another on whether 

I'm gonna sponsor you or not. I guess the one thing I'm lookin' for is 
enthusiasm, and you've got plenty of that." 

"Plenty of enthusiasm, plenty of confidence, and plenty of ability," she 
said. "Matter of fact, I hope you start followin' my career personally after 
this. I hope that you'll come out to the races. It'll be better for you, 
too. When I win it's gonna give you publicity." 

"Hey, I REALLY DO like your spirit," he laughed. She watched as he finished 
sipping his drink. 

"I know somethin' else about you, too, J. D.," she smiled, her lips pursing 
noticeably. 

"What's that, honey?" 

"I hear tell about this sofa I'm sittin' on. I understand you can do all 
kinds of things with it." 

J. D. Norman burst into loud laughter. He slapped his knee. 

"Hey, you know, somethin' tells me that you're a better investigator than 
the guy I had investigating YOU," he laughed merrily. "Maybe I'd better 
start you out as my investigator. You've been hearin' all kinds of things 
about me." 

"That happens to be true, doesn't it?" 

"Let's just see, let's just see," he chuckled. 

The tall, handsome executive eased out of his swivel chair. He walked over 
toward the far corner of the room, flipping a switch. As soon as he did so 
the sofa on which Mary Jo Stratton was sitting collapsed into a bed. The 
speed of the transition, coupled with the fact that she had not had an 
opportunity to slide off of the sofa, prompted her to sprawl backwards and 
land on her back with her legs spread. 

That was all that the handsome executive needed. He moved quickly toward 
Mary Jo, throwing himself down on top of the makeshift bed, heaving loud, 
deep gasps of sensual anxiety. Mary Jo's eyes widened as she stared down at 
the noticeable bulge in J. D. Norman's crotch. It was obvious that he was 
extremely hot for her. She had known all along that that would no doubt make 
the difference. After all, just what did J. D. Norman need with a virtually 
unknown female stock car race driver? Whether he decided to sponsor her or 
not, she recognized, would, in the final analysis, relate to whether or not 
she could turn him on sexually. In spite of all the talk about wanting to 
weigh the financial considerations involved, she was certain that, as in so 
many other instances, her sleekly lovely body and beautiful, sensual face 
would make the difference. 

Now there he was, the powerful textile magnate, J. D. Norman, panting 
loudly, bleating like a love-sick bull as he pounced on top of her. 

"OOOHHH, GOTTA GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF," he gulped. "YOU'RE SO RIGHT, HONEY. 
I'VE USED THIS BEFORE. OLD GAIL MIGHT BE GOOD AT GIVIN' PARTIES, BUT SHE 
AIN'T MUCH GOOD AT GIVIN' THE OLD 

BOY THAT MUCH IN THE WAY OF GOOD FUCKIN', AND HE NEEDS IT, HE REALLY NEEDS 
IT." 

"OOOHHH, I KNOW, I KNOW YOU NEED IT," she sighed, her hips and ass cheeks 
undulating with vigorous determination. "OOOHHH, HONEY, YOU APPEAL TO ME. 
YOU'RE THE KIND OF MAN I LOVE. OOOHHH, BRIGHT, AGGRESSIVE, SUCCESSFUL. MY 
KIND OF MAN. COME ON, BABY. OHHHH, PUMP IT TO ME. GIVE ME WHAT I NEED. GIVE 
ME WHAT OLD MARY JO NEEDS TO SATISFY HER URGES." 

"OOOHHH, YEAH, I'M GONNA SATISFY THOSE URGES," he smiled. "YOU BET, BABY. 
I'M GONNA GIVE YOU A GOOD FUCKIN'. A GOOD WILD FUCKIN' YOU AIN'T GONNA 
FORGET." 

With that his trembling, anxious fingers reached down and began to undo her 
dress. As she 'wiggled free of it, he licked his lips and stared at her 
beautiful form, which was covered only by her white bikini panties and 
matching brassiere. 

His fingers began to tug sharply at her brassiere. After tossing it aside, 
he stared down again at her richly sensuous ripe breasts. He-licked his lips 
lasciviously as he stared at the red-hot sensuality of her firm, white, 
conical breasts. 

"OOOHHHH, AAAHHHH, WHAT A SET OF TITS," he grunted. "OHHHHHH, DAMNED, HONEY. 
I GOTTA TURN THESE FINGERS LOOSE ON 'EM." 

The handsome executive continued to pant loudly as his exploring fingers 
reached down and, with one rapid, forward thrust, grabbed hold of the 
dazzling warm flesh of her vanilla-textured boobs. 

"OOOHHH, JUST SO RIPE, SO NICE," he gasped. "OOOHHH, I LOVE TOUCHING 'EM, 
HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A SET OF BEAUTIFUL JUGS." 

He listened to her loud, sensual sighs. The beautiful blonde's body 
initially tightened as her pursuing lover's twisting fingers kneaded and 
rippled against the warm of her firm, white flesh. He pinched hard enough at 
the firmly textured skin so that she felt an occasional wave of pain, but in 
the main it was all pleasure as far as Mary Jo was concerned. She was being 
taken charge of by one of the most prominent men in all of New Orleans, and 
she could hear the loud, insistent panting sounds emanating from his hot 
breath as he continued to diligently employ his fingers against the 
curvaceous surface of her dazzling breasts. 

After a few more tugging stabs, he reached out and let his restless fingers 
explore the pink tips of her resolute nipples. Immediately his discerning 
eyes noticed the manner in which her strawberry-colored nipples were 
stiffening like tiny upthrusting buds. The recognition served as further 
proof as to just how excited Mary Jo 

Stratton was about the idea of having sex with him. 

J. D. Norman's fingers astutely toyed with the beautiful blonde's 
pebble-hard nipples for a few moments, after which he then released them 
altogether from her breast area. 

From there the determined J. D. Norman reached down with both hands and let 
his fingers rapidly curl against the waistband of her bikini panties. Again 
the beautiful blonde's body instinctively tightened. She realized that in 
just a few moments she would be lying there pantingiy and vulnerably on the 
sofa bed beneath her, completely naked, powerless under the steaming sensual 
influence of this handsome textile magnate. 

His fingers quickly grabbed the wispy material of the beautiful blonde's 
panties ever so tightly. With one decisive downward tug he watched the 
skimpy- material slide against the firm yet smooth surface of her richly 
sensuous, long, exquisitely tapered thighs. As the panties slid down them, 
fie got his first look at her exposed vagina. 

When J. D. moved her panties down past her pussy, the beautiful blonde 
instinctively ground her ripe buttocks concentrically against the makeshift 
bed beneath her. Her brown, lustrous eyes stared into his face as she heaved 
a deep sigh. 

"OOOHHH, YOU KNOW HOW TO TAKE CHARGE, OHHH, YOU KNOW HOW TO TAKE CHARGE OF 
MY BODY," she told him. 

"OHHHH, DARLING, COME ON, LET'S REALLY DO IT. LET'S REALLY MAKE LOVE. YOU 
WANT ME, I CAN SURE SEE THAT. I WANT YOU, TOO. COME ON, OHHHH, WHAT HAVE WE 
GOT TO LOSE?" 

"Not a damned thing," J. D. Norman said, nodding with determination. 

As he kept on tugging at the wispy panties of his beautiful lover, gliding 
them down her legs and off of her, J. D.'s eyes remained transfixed on her 
vagina. His heart pounded thunderously as he looked down at her flowering, 
pink womanhood, which was covered by an already dampening thicket of blond 
pubic hair. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, A GORGEOUS PUSSY, FANTASTIC PUSSY," he smiled. "ALREADY 
IT'S MOIST, BUT IT'S GONNA GET A LOT MOISTER BEFORE I'M THROUGH." 

He quickly finished discarding her panties, tossing them casually aside, 
where they landed on the rug a few feet away. His right hand moved slowly 
forward. This time J. D.'s fingers proceeded with meticulous sensitivity as 
he slid them against her hair-fringed fissure. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, YOU'RE GONNA BE SO WET, SO WET, SO WET," he eagerly 
exclaimed. 

J. D.'s fingers moved slowly against the pinkness of her already searingly 
moist vagina. He parted her pussy lips, allowing his fingers to delicately 
massage her sensitive organ. When he removed them, he let his fingers stroke 
the fleecy curls of her downy pubic vee. He loved sliding his fingers 
against her warm nest, and all the while the raging genital heat within his 
body took on ever greater intensity. J. D. Norman could feel the waves of 
restless anxiety swirling through his meaty testicles, and he knew how 
imperative it was to ultimately drive his burning, ravaged cock inside of 
this beautiful young blonde. He would tame her thoroughly, he 
thought/dominate her in every sense of the term. Quickly he made a mental 
comparison between this gorgeous, writhing blonde beauty and the other 
females that he'd enjoyed under these same circumstances and on this same 
sofa bed. He had to agree that Mary Jo Stratton was something special, that 
she had a burning intensity that was difficult to explain in words, but that 
stood out clearly in the flesh. 

It was his objective to get her to relax, to acclimate herself to the 
unswerving sexual activity that was rapidly developing by leaps and bounds. 

His fingers kept on sliding against the beautiful blonde's pubic curls. He 
kept tickling them as he grinned. When J. D. removed his fingers from her 
snatch hairs, he reached out with the probing finger tips of his right hand 
and let them move softly against the velvety inner folds of her ripe, juicy, 
pink twat. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, I'M GONNA GET THIS PUSSY OF YOURS EXCITED," he exclaimed 
with steadfast determination. 

"OOOHHH, IT'S GONNA GET GOOD AND WET, GOOD AND MOIST, THEN I'LL KNOW WE'RE 
ON THE RIGHT TRACK." 

His fingers kept on working against her pink, enticing pussy. Eventually 
they found the budding node of her steaming clitoris, fitter several probing 
strokes, J. D. Norman noticed the manner in which her clitoris began to rise 
and become quiveringly erect. 

J. D.'s heart began to pound with increasing anticipation as he recognized 
how much excitement his lover was experiencing from every twisting finger 
stroke that he sent in her direction. He was glad to see just how sensual a 
creature she was. He watched as her buttocks ground against the bed and she 
heaved another deep sigh. 

He released his fingers quickly, then immediately began to remove his 
clothes. J. D. almost tore off his coat, which he hurled recklessly to the 
floor, after which it was only a matter of seconds before he was out of his 
shirt and trousers. 

"I'M GONNA GET AS NAKED AS YOU," he grunted. "OHHHH, DAMNED, JUST LOOK AT MY 
COCK, JUST LOOK AT MY BIG, JUICY PRICK." 

Proudly he slid his shorts down his legs and kicked them off, after which he 
pointed toward his hard, steaming penis. J. D. reached down and let, his 
fingers glide against the warmth of his hard, steadfast pole. Up and down 
his fingers ground against his inflamed tumid shaft, and as they did his 
beautiful lover stared with wide-eyed desire at his stirring, meaty 
erection. 

"OH, DARLING, WHAT A PRICK, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PRICK," she told him. 

"The bigger the prick, the better the fuck you're gonna get," J. D. Norman 
laughed. "You like big cocks, don't you?" 

"Oh, honey, yes, I love that big prick of YOURS," she said, licking her lips 
eagerly. 

"Hey, I like to see that. Lick those lips again." 

Mary Jo smiled, licking her lips once more. 

"Yeah, that's my kind of action," he said, "fuckin' some gorgeous little 
pussy like you. You got lots of spirit, honey, lots of guts and lots of 
spirit. Yeah, I'll just bet you are a fantastic race car driver. But right 
now I'm thinkin' of my engine, and damned if that engine ain't boilin'." 

"Oh, yeah, I can see that for sure," Mary Jo Stratton laughed. 

 Chapter Two 

J. D. moved his fingers briskly up and down the firm, elongated base of his 
fleshy pole, after which he then withdrew them. 

He threw his supercharged body forward, allowing his fingers to reach down 
and begin to glide against the warmth of her wet, matted pubic curls. As he 
tickled them he grinned broadly. When he removed his fingers from her 
scintillating vaginal hairs, he let his fingers tease the wet, velvety, 
warmth of her juicy pink twat. 

"OOOHHH, TIGER, OOOHHHH, ARE YOU EVER TURNIN' ME ON," she sighed, grinding 
her ass cheeks with steadfast desire. "HONEY, OHHHH, KEEP YOUR FINGERS 
MOVIN'. YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK. YOU'RE TURNIN' ME ON, REALLY TURNIN' ME 
ON." 

His fingers continued to connect with electrifying precision against the 
warmth of her pink, enticing pussy. EventuaHy they found the seething, 
budding node of her clitoris. After several quick strokes, J. D. noticed the 
manner in which her electrified clit began to rise and become quiveringly 
erect. His heart palpitated with increasing anticipation as he recognized 
just how much excitement this beautiful blonde was experiencing from every 
twisting finger stroke that he sent her way. 

"OOHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT," she sighed. "ARE YOU EVER GOOD. 
J. D., BABY, OHHHH, WHAT A LOVER YOU ARE." 

J. D. thrilled to her loud, excited comments.' Her eyes rolled and her hips 
and legs twisted sharply with each and every finger stroke that he sent 
inside her. The more quickly that his seething fingers manipulated against 
the dampness of her erect clitoris, the greater the anticipation that he 
felt in his mouth, realizing how great it would be to turn his rampaging 
tongue loose against this beautiful blonde's enticing body. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT A CUNT, WHAT A GORGEOUS PUSSY," J. D. said. "HONEY, OHHHH, 
KEEP MOVIN' THAT HOT BUTT OF YOURS. BABY, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE THAT 
ACTION." 

His eyes widened as J. D. observed the freedom of expression manifested by 
the beautiful, quivering Mary Jo as she twisted her firm, flouncing buttocks 
flesh from side to side while he kept on grinding his fingers against her 
clitoris. 

Eventually he released his fingers from her hot clit, and as he did so, he 
reached down and allowed his sturdy fingers to make firm, decisive contact 
with her thighs. He pressed his fingers against them tightly, squeezing them 
as he pushed his head down between her smooth, velvety thighs. Immediately 
he picked up the fragrant aroma of her womanliness, which caused his heart 
to palpitate in a state of acute sensual excitement 

Quickly J. D. pushed his throbbing tongue forward, letting it scrape against 
her slightly sweaty left thigh. Speedily he let it scrape against the 
firmness of her smooth, white, alabaster flesh, and by then her whole body 
was responding with rhythmic desire, twisting sharply in an inferno of wild, 
combustible excitement as he maintained his swift, decisive tongue contact. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GETTING INTO ME," she gasped. "IT 
FEELS SO GOOD. OHHHH, I DONT BELIEVE IT, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, HONEY, 
THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS. WHAT A SCORCHING TONGUE MAN. J. D., BABY, OHHHH, 
CAN YOU EVER SUCK." 

Hearing those positive words flowing effusively from the panting mouth of 
beautiful Mary Jo only served to generate greater enthusiasm within J. D. 
His twisting tongue kept on sliding, grinding up and down against the warmth 
of her firm thigh. While his tongue kept pressing against her (eg as saliva 
imbedded itself against her shapely, quivering flesh, his trembling fingers 
reached out and made a quick grab for her dazzling, twisting buttocks. J. D. 
thought about how great it had been when he had stared at her well-rounded, 
shapely ass cheeks as she walked in her light green dress. Excitedly he had 
longed to reach out and touch her firmly curvaceous skin, and now he had the 
opportunity to do it as he allowed his fingers to grind tightly against the 
warmth of her flowing white ass flesh. 

"HONEY, OHHHH, FINGER MY BUTT, PLAY WITH MY ASS," she exclaimed loudly. 
"0OOHHHH, OHHHH, YOUR FINGERS ARE SO NICE. DARLING, OHHHH, KEEP THEM ' 
MOVING. YES, OHHHH, PROBE WITH THOSE HOT FINGERS. COME ON, OHHHH, GRIND 
THEM, GRIND THEM AGAINST MY BUTT. OHHHH, YOU'RE SO NASTY, OHHHH, THIS KIND 
OF ACTION'S GREAT. HOW I LOVE IT. OHHHH, AAAHHHH, COME ON, KEEP IT UP, KEEP 
IT UP, KEEP IT UP." 

His fingers kept on twisting, moving throbbingly against her flowing white 
ass cheeks as he imbedded them with great determination against the soft, 
firm warmth of her ass cheeks. AS the while his tongue kept flicking up and 
down against the warmth of her ever-wettening thigh. 

When the rampaging J. D. finished sucking one thigh, he determinedly pushed 
on to the other, quickly leaving a trail of saliva through his twisting, 
determined tongue efforts, while her shapely buttocks kept on grinding, 
moving back and forth with the pendulous resolution of a clock. 

Once he released his tongue from Mary Jo's moist thighs, he drove his head 
forward, letting, his probing red digit begin to scrape against the 
shimmering softness of her dampened blond cuntal hairs. His tongue scraped 
resolutely against her vanilla-colored tresses and after a few strokes, the 
beautiful blonde could hardly contain herself any longer. 

Mary Jo's body began to bounce up and down against the makeshift bed beneath 
her. J. D. fcould hear the sounds of her heavy gasps, all the while 
recognizing just how closely his lover was being drawn to the crucial moment 
when the hot, scalding orgasmic flood tide would explode ecstatically from 
her sweltering vagina. 

"BABY, OOOHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, OHHHH, KEEP IT UP, KEEP YOUR TONGUE 
MOVING," she sighed, her eyes rolling with amorous excitement. "COME ON, 
OHHHH, KEEP UP THAT THUNDERING MOVEMENT WITH YOUR TONGUE. DRIVE YOUR TONGUE, 
OHHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, SUCK ME, SUCK ME, COME ON, KEEP IT UP." 

J. D.'s flaming tongue kept on asserting itself, slashing with wild 
determination as it pushed and twisted against the dampness of her pubic 
curls. After he released his tongue from her searingly moist thicket, he let 
it forge forward, permitting it to tickle her clitoris with slow, methodical 
precision as he teased her into an ever greater state of wild sensual 
anxiety. 

Even though J. D. badly wanted to taste her, he was also determined to 
provide himself and her with the ultimate in exciting sensation before that 
blissful moment arrived when the spurting juices would splash from her 
inflamed pussy. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, PUT OUT THE FIRE, OHHHHH, YOUR TONGUE'S FANTASTIC," 
she called out gaspingly. 

"OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE, OOOHHHHH, KEEP IT MOVING. YES, MY DEAR. OOOOHHH, 
AAAHHHHH, I LOVE IT." 

He let his fingers indent sharply against her reeling buttocks, permitting 
them to press even more tightly than before. As he held on for dear life, 
his fingers firmly implanted against her ripe, satiny ass cheeks, J. D/s 
tongue kept on grinding and gliding as he worked it into the innermost 
depths of her hot, velvety cuntal nest. AH he had to do was tickle her 
enticing clitoris a few times and he proceeded to drive her almost literally 
insane with joyous desire, her breath coming in short, puffy gasps as she 
frenziedly begged him to finish her off with his steaming tongue movements. 

Eventually he released his fingers from her warm, twisting ass cheeks. They 
surged forward, cupping against the firmness of her tantalizing, 
marshraallow-like breasts, which loomed enticingly upward like a couple of 
tent poles. His fingers grabbed hold of the warm flesh as his tongue kept on 
surging, driving with passionate precision as he propelled her that much 
nearer to the state of a wildly tempestuous explosion. 

J. D. loved running his fingers over the erect tips of her pink nipples as 
he continued with his tongue onslaught, driving it sharply, working it with 
determined impact as it pushed against the warmth of her searingly moist 
vagina, which was being pushed that much closer to the state of a wildly 
spontaneous orgasm. 

He knew exactly how Mary Jo felt. He had been responsible for bringing many 
young women into a state of wild ecstasy through his burning, determined 
tongue strokes. J. D. had instinctively known from the beginning that this 
beautiful blonde, in addition to wanting a sponsor, also wanted to enjoy 
herself sexually. He was determined to bring her out to the ultimate extent, 
to drive his fiery tongue scorchingly against the wetness of her blazing, 
hair-fringed fissure, which was being pushed that much closer to the state 
of a wild and throbbing explosion. 

The determined executive loved the way that her silky ass cheeks darted back 
and forth while he kept on driving his wildly palpitating tongue inside the 
moistness of her smoldering slit. Those were the same beautiful buttocks 
that he had admired earlier that day from a distance, and now he was 
handling them intimately as her whole body flounced back and forth on top of 
the makeshift bed on which she was lying as he pushed his blazing red tongue 
with spirit and zest, sliding it restlessly inside of her hot nest as she 
approached that much closer to the state of a resounding climax. 

A few burning, pistoning tongue thrusts later, the first few droplets of 
fiery love juice began to gush from her inflamed pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, HERE IT IS," she announced. "HONEY, OHHHHH, I'M 
EXPLODING, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THE JUICES, OHHHH, OOOHHH, THEY'RE 

SPRAYING. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT. OHHHHHHH, HONEY, 
OOOHHHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING. OOOHHH, GRIND IT, DARLING, OHHHHH, GRIND 
IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. IT FEELS SO WONDERFUL. OHHHHH, OOOHHHH, KEEP PLANTING 
IT." 

His fingers pressed with sharp resolution against the warmth of her firmly 
resolute nipples. All the while his fiery red tongue kept on lancing, 
driving deep inside of her burning sex cauldron as the juices exploded, 
blasting from her fiery pit and into the warmth of his mouth. 

In a matter of seconds he had finished swallowing the final few droplets of 
her fiery orgasmic juice. He looked down at the beautiful Mary Jo, who was 
doing her best to simultaneously catch her breath and recount all the 
delirious excitement that she had experierrced. 

"What a sexy woman I've got here," he laughed. "You know, honey. If you're 
half as good at racing stock cars as you are fuckin', then you really are 
somethin' else." 

"The only thing I'm as good at as I am fucking, is racing cars," she winked. 

"That's good, honey. Real good. I just think that maybe you've got yourself 
a sponsor." 

"I hope so, honey. I'm the kind of girl who wants to get ahead. That means 
that little old me will do whatever I have to to impress a handsome, ballsy 
stud like you." 

"I'm hep, honey, yes I am," J. D. grinned. 

He turned his attention toward his palpitating cock and smoldering, 
ever-bloating balls. He observed the manner in which his testicles were 
rising like a man with a bad case of the mumps. J. D. could feel the 
tremoring waves of itchiness in his cock and balls, which meant just one 
thing, that he had to get his rocks off as soon as possible. 

J. D. Norman licked his lips, staring down at the succulent, warm body of 
the beautiful Mary Jo. Her skin sparkled from the fresh perspiration that 
had dampened her body, providing her with an even more erotic look. 

"What a woman," he said softly. "Oh, damned, you're some kind of fuck." 

Warmly his pressing fingers reached down and made a grab for her trim, 
smooth, marshmallowy thighs. He parted her firm, sleek legs with one quick, 
decisive movement. J. D. hurled his long, bulging cock toward the inviting 
confines of her palpitatingly moist, hair-fringed fissure. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, I'M GONNA REALLY FUCK YOU," he gulped. 

"Baby, come on, dominate me," she sighed, letting her hips and ass cheeks 
grind concentrically against the sofa bed beneath her. 

"I like your attitude." 

"I like the looks of your cock." 

"Great. We're gonna work somethin' out, honey, I just know it. We're gonna 
make ourselves a beautiful team." 

"Oh, yes, yes, that we're gonna do." J. D.'s explosive, determined cock 
pushed forward. He let out a loud grunt as it landed with blistering impact 
against the tightness of her moist, fleshy, pink nest. 

He gritted his teeth, heaving a loud gasp as he enjoyed the exhilarating 
tightness of her pink, moist pussy flanges. Thunderously he let his stiff 
prick jacknife as it moved its way inside the wetness of her emblazoned 
cunt. 

"You want it, you want it, and I love it," he grunted. 

"OOOHHH, FUCK MEEEEEE," she grunted. "OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHHHH, YOUR COCK, 
YOUR GLORIOUS, SUPER COCK. I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE PUSHIN' IT. OHHHH, LET IT 
PENETRATE, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHHH, PUSH IT INTO ME. OHHHHH, 
AAAHHH, LET IT EXPLODE. OHHH, LET IT EXPLODE INSIDE ME. SWEETHEART, OHHHH, 
WHAT AN ENERGETIC COCK, OHHHHH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL COCK, OHHHH, FUCK ME WITH 
IT. YES, OHHHH, SCREW ME WITH IT, OHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" 

He watched the way in which her legs slid back and forth. Occasionally they 
would grip against his body as his rampaging cock kept on driving forward, 
surging with tumultuous impact as he planted it with rock-hard effectiveness 
inside her smoldering, moist nest. 

"OHHHHH, I'M GETTING CLOSE, TOO DAMNED CLOSE," he sighed, "OOOHHH, I WANT IT 
TO LAST FOREVER. KEEP THAT BUTT OF YOURS MOVIN', HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, COME 
ON, COME ON, KEEP ON MOVIN' IT." 

He reached out with both hands and let his fingers curl tightly around her 
sensuous, firm ass cheeks. J. D. pushed sharply with his fingers, pinching 
against the firmness of her ripe buttocks flesh as his cannonading cock kept 
on spearing and driving, slashing with smoldering zest as he pushed himself 
that much closer to orgasm. His hard, pistoning strokes worked with 
throbbing effectiveness and zeal as he slid his stinging cock ever deeper 
inside, the moistness of her scintillating vagina. By then he was even 
closer to the ultimate point of a devastating explosion. J. D.'s cock and 
balls smoldered with intense passion as he hammered hard with his stinging 
prick, letting it twist and slash as he moved it into her blazing cuntal 
sheath. Her pussy snapped and twisted as she tightened her cuntal muscles, 
doing everything that she could to accommodate the sensual madman who kept 
on humping her, slashing forward with his stinging, hard dagger. 

Her hips wiggled several more times. Breathlessly he plunged onward, his 
sinewy muscles tightening with tense anticipation as he buried his stinging 
prick inside her pink, moist nest. 

A few determined strokes later he knew that he could hold back no longer. 
The gushing flood tide of thick, white semen mat was inevitably waiting to 
be released from the end of his hot prick could wait no longer. J. D. heaved 
a deep gasp, then watched as the exploding liquids splashed from the nub end 
of his solid, bfood-engorged member. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHHH, KEEP TWISTIN' YOUR BUTT," he loudly exclaimed. "OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, OOOHHHH, DAMNED, WHAT A TIGHT FUCK. OHHH, YOU'RE RIGHT, YOU'RE 
TIGHT, YOU'RE SO TIGHT. BABY, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING. OHHHH, KEEP THAT HOT 
ASS GLIDING. OOOHHH, HONEY, THIS IS FUCKIN'. DAMNED, OOOHHH, YOU'RE TOO 
MUCH. OOOHHHH, I LOVE IT." 

He reached down and let his fingers grip tightly against the warmth of her 
flowing buttocks. He gripped her so tightly that she felt tinges of'pain, 
but only to the point where she was excited that much more thoroughly as her 
hips and ass cheeks kept on sliding in a seething crescendo of wild and 
lusty passion. 

As the irrepressible J. D. found himself on the verge of a wild and exciting 
climax, his beautiful Jover could no longer hold back the swirling flood 
tide of sexual ecstasy that inflamed '^er as well. Her eyes rolled and she 
heaved a deep gasp. 3eads of sweat rolled down both sides of her face as the 
juices started to explode from her sweltering vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GO," she sighed. "HONEY, OHHHH, COME ON, 
OOOHHHH, KEEP SLAMMING YOUR COCK. OHHHH, MY PUSSY, OHHHH, IT'S EXPLODING' 
EXPLODING, EXPLODING. HOW NICE, OHHHH, COME ON FUCK IT. OHHHH, FUCK MY 
PUSSY. FUCK IT, FUCK IT HARDER, YES, OHHHH, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER." 

Once again he slapped at her rapidly flailing ass cheeks as he felt t;:e 
scintillating droplets of thick, white semen percolating in his testicles. 
He heaved a deep sigh, then watched as the first few droplets of his 
stirring explosion sprayed from the end of his hard, erect phallic joy 
stick. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHHHH, WE'RE JUICING TOGETHER," he sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY, 
OHHHH, FUCK UP TO ME. COME ON, OHHHH, PLANT YOUR BUTT. OHHH, PLANT IT TOWARD 
ME. HOW NICE, OOOHHH, THIS IS SCREWIN', OHHHH, IT'S FUCKIN' AT ITS BEST. 
OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LIKE IT, OOOHHH, IT'S GREAT, OHHH, WHAT A FUCK." 

He hammered hard with his stirring phallic lance, watching as the exploding 
fires of thick, white, tempestuous fluid gushed from the end of his long, 
semen-filled pole and into the tightness of her sweltering, moist vagina. 

"NICE, NICE, NICE," he sighed. "OOOHHH, AHHHHH, BABY. WHAT AN ORGASM. 
OOOHHH, IT COULDN'T BE BETTER, THOSE HIPS, OOHHHHH, ROLL THOSE BEAUTIFUL 
HIPS." 

He planted his fingers tightly against the' warmth of her searing ass cheeks 
as the last few droplets of thick, white fluid exploded from the end of his 
hot, cannonading penis. 

As he rolled off the beautiful Mary Jo, the lovely blonde stared into his 
eyes and smiled. 

"You know, honey, I could take care of your needs now and t'len, I mean, as 
you'd see fit," she said. "Of course, as you know, everything's got its 
price." 

"Oh, I'm on to that, honey," he winked. "You know, anybody who's been in 
business as long as I have knows that" 

"Yes, especially somebody as shrewd as you. And there ain't many around as 
shrewd as old J. D." 

"You don't have to polish the old apple anymore, honey," J. D. laughed, 
reaching down and playfully slapping the beautiful blonde on her shapely 
buttocks. "I know the score. You all want me to sponsor you on the stock car 
circuit. That's what it's all about" 

"Sure enough." 

"And you figure I'm gonna get me some good publicity out of this. You figure 
it's gonna help me. Right?" 

"What's the old sayin'? One hand washes the other." 

"Oh, yeah, there's another one that I figure you could use right now, too." 

"What's that?" 

"You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." 

"You sponsor my race car, you can fuck my pussy. How's that go?" 

"Oh, yeah, I like the ring of that real fine," he said. "Just one thing I 
regret about you, Mary Jo." 

"Didn't think you'd have any kind of regrets after this kind of a wild fuck, 
J. D., baby." 

"Oh, yeah. Just one." 

"I'm sorry." 

"It's just that I think I could use you in my company," he smiled broadly. 
"You're a real aggressive girl. You really know where it's at. You sure as 
hell would make one good representative for Thomas Enterprises." 

"That's the kind of compliment I like to hear," Mary Jo Stratton smiled. 
"Just maybe I can take you up on that later, honey. How about that?" 

"Maybe after you've won that Indianapolis title, then maybe I'll put you on 
the payroll," he said. "But by then it would cost me one hell of a lot more. 
You'd really be in demand." 

"You know how that goes." 

"Oh, yeah, I really do. I can hardly wait to see you out on that race track. 
And the old car is gonna have Thomas Enterprises painted on it. Hot damned, 
that'll be great!" 

"Then it's all settled, honey?" 

"Oh, yeah. How can I turn down a beautiful blonde with a nice wigglin' butt 
like yours?" 

Mary Jo laughed girlishly. She threw her arms around J. D. Norman and 
planted a firm kiss of gratitude on his lips. 

By the time that Mary Jo withdrew her lips from J. D/s, he began to feel 
those telltale, tugging waves of sensation in his cock and balls. He was 
amazed over the fact that his thick, elongated staff had diminished only 
slightly in the aftermath of their wild screw. He pointed down toward his 
cock, smiling with great pride. 

"Hey, just look at that," he said. "Hardly went down at all. That shows what 
kind of influence you've got on ME, honey. Oh, yeah, any girl who can do 
that, any girl who can turn on J. D. this way, you can be damned sure she's 
gonna win at Indianapolis or anywhere else she wants to." 

"Thank you. If there's one thing I like to hear from a sponsor, it's 
confidence." 

"I've got that in you, baby,- and you've got it in yourself. Come on, just 
reach down and play with old J. D.'s prick. Let's get it up there." 

"What's the occasion, honey?" 

"We's gonna celebrate our partnership," J. D. laughed, reaching down and 
squeezing her ass cheeks delectably until they began to twist rhythmically 
back and forth. 

"Oh, yeah, that's what I like," he said. "Just watch in' those beautiful ass 
cheeks move. Keep on lettin"em grind, honey. Ooohhh, aaahhh, yeah, that.s 
what I like to see. I like a girl who's got plenty of movement. Ooohhh, 
ohhhh, just look at that butt. Just watch it shake." 

She knew that J. D. enjoyed the shapeliness of her ripe, satiny ass cheeks, 
and so Mary Jo saw to it that his lascivious urges were satisfied as she 
flung them back and forth while his fingers indented s.iarply against the 
whiteness of her shapely ass globes. 

"That's nice, real nice," he laughed. "Ooohhh, what a beautiful butt. Ahhhh, 
I like squeezin' it." 

"Oh, honey, you're turnin' me on," she laughed. 

"That's the general idea. Come on, now put those hands of yours to work. No 
need just keepin"em down there at your sides. Come on, honey, move 'em." 

"What would you like to have me do with them?" she asked, smiling teasingly. 

"Come on now, honey. Any girl as smart as you oughta be able to figure that 
one out." 

"You'd like a little bit of a hand job?" 

"I sure would. Come on, just let those fingers pump, honey, really let 'em 
go to work. Yeah, I want you to move 'em up and down my big, long, juicy 
prick. You know, there's plenty more juice left in that cock of mine. Lots 
of it." 

"Tell me more." 

"No need to tell no more. All I need to tell you is it's there. So come on, 
get down there with those fingers. Let 'em go to work. Up and down. Come on, 
pump 'em against my prick." 

She listened to the loud, purring sounds emanating from him, indicating to 
the beautiful, shapely blonde just how excited the handsome J. D. Norman 
was. It pleased her no end to recognize that she was making such a big 
impact on him. Her game plan had called for her to get as intimate with him 
as need be, to satisfy his basic urges so that he in turn would be inclined 
toward greater generosity. She knew that with a wealthy, reputable sponsor 
like Thomas Enterprises, she would get the kind of significant break that 
she needed, the kind that would help catapult her into the top ranks of 
female stock car drivers, and from there, hopefully, into the competitive 
ranks of the big cars, where she could hopefully compete with the likes of 
Mario Andretti, A. J, Foyt, and Bobby Unser. That was her desire, to show 
the big boys out there on the major tracks of America just how good she was. 

It excited her no end to anticipate what it would be like driving against 
the greatest living race car drivers in the world as she moved her fingers 
against the firm base of his blue-veined prick. Her fingers pressed against 
the swollen length of his firm cock as she listened to the loud gasping 
sounds emanating from him, indicating to her just how excited he was and how 
desirous he was of obtaining meaninful release from her. 

As her fingers swirled against the massive length of J. D.'s bulging cock, 
he felt more fortunate than ever to have a beautiful woman like Mary Jo 
Stratton willing to satisfy his basic urges. How different it was from a 
number of the young women he had entertained in this very same office. He 
recalled how a number of them, despite the fact that he was wealthy, famous 
and handsome, had been so wrapt up in themselves that they had been 
thoroughly unwilling to go the extra mile and provide him with the kind of 
physical release that he needed. He recalled how many of them had rebelled 
at the thought of going down on his cock, something that, he vehemently 
argued, was a clean, meaningful act that would provide them with abundant 
enjoyment, provided that they were willing to swallow their inhibitions and 
explore a new avenue. So many of the beautiful young women he knew were so 
damned wrapt up in themselves, and so unwilling to adventure, he observed, 
even when he was more than willing to pay for the privilege. 

But here was a beautiful young woman who seemed to be willing to adventure 
to whatever extent possible as a means of enjoying sex and providing sensual 
benefits for her partner. He loved the way that her fingers squeezed against 
the firm, warmly resilient folds of his steaming man meat. Eventually she 
released her fingers from his cock, letting them grab hold of the warmth of 
his firm, ever-swelling testicles, which ballooned forth like two swollen, 
pulsing eggs. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, COME ON, PLAY WITH MY NUTS," he sighed eagerly. "BABY, 
OOOHHHH, WHAT FINGER ACTION YOU'RE GIVIN' ME. YOU KNOW ALL ABOUT SEX. YOU 
KNOW HOW TO TURN A GUY ON. YOU KNOW HOW TO KEEP HIM THERE. AHHHH, MY COCK 
MIGHT HAVE GONE DOWN A LITTLE AFTER JUICIN', BUT YOU'RE TAKIN' CARE OF THAT. 
YOU'RE BRINGIN' IT RIGHT BACK UP THERE WHERE IT BELONGS." 

"Of course I am," Mary Jo smiled. "A sexy man ought to have a perpetual 
hard-on." 

"Hey, that's a good way of puttin' it," he laughed. "That's right, a sexy 
man oughta always have a hard-on. Well, I've got mine now. I've got a 
beautiful erection. Come on, honey. Keep slidin' your fingers against my hot 
nuts. Ahhhhh, that's nice, really nice." 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP THAT UP," he exclaimed. "OHHH, HONEY, THAT'S NICE. 
COME ON, PLAY WITH MY DICK. OOOHHH, THAT'S SO BEAUTIFUL. THOSE FINGERS OF 
YOURS. AAAHHH, THEY'RE SO EDUCATED." 

Now J. D.'s hairy legs were trembling with every finger movement that she 
sent forth against the warmth of his cock. Up and down she continued to 
skillfully glide her fingers until, finally, she was pumping more quickly 
than ever. 

"THAT'S IT, STEP UP THE PACE," he exclaimed. "COME ON, MOVE THOSE STEAMIN' 
FINGERS. GLIDE THEM UP AND DOWN MY PRICK." 

 Chapter Three 

As the sultry blonde beauty continued to glide her fingers up and down J. D. 
Norman's cock, she thoroughly enjoyed hearing the heavy gasping sounds 
emanating from the gray-haired executive, whose body trembled slightly as 
beads of sweat rolled down his armpits and both sides of his face. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THIS FEELS SO GOOD," he gulped. "HONEY, OHHHH, KEEP 
PUMPING. WHAT ACTION YOU'RE GIVIN' ME. OOOHHH, IF YOU CAN RACE CARS LIKE YOU 
CAN FUCK, OHHH, YOU'RE GONNA BE THE GREATEST. SWEETHEART, OHHH, JUST KEEP IT 
GOING, LET'S KEEP IT GOING." 

While her fingers pumped with delirious joy up and down the firm length of 
J. D. NOrman's sweat-glistening, rubbery cock, she leaned forward and let 
her tongue scrape with exquisite precision and meticulous slowness against 
the warmth of his quickly inflating testicles. At first she teased the 
strands of his pubic hair, attacking his thicket with slow, exploratory 
strokes, after which her tongue then ground with steady authority as it 
pushed first against his pubic hairs, then against his leathery testicles 
themselves. 

"OOOHHH, THE COMINATION'S TOO MUCH," he sighed, his ass cheeks reeling from 
side to side under the stirring impact that she provided with both her 
tongue and fingers. "OOOHHH, HONEY, LET'S KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, KEEP IT ALL 
GOING. THIS rS FUCKING, OOOHHH, TREMENDOUS FUCKING. COME ON, SUCK MY BALLS. 
OHHHHH, SUCK MY HOT NUTS." 

Her cascading tongue continued to glide with abounding determination as it 
worked against the warmth of his flowing testicles. He reached out with both 
hands and let his fingers slide through her strands of silky, shimmering, 
blond hair. All the while he gasped and sighed, enjoying the steady 
craftsmanship of her tongue, which continued to glide and thrust as it 
worked its way against the warmth of his crinkly testicles. All the while 
her fingers simultaneously ground against the full length of his fiery, 
fluid-filled member, and soon both Mary Jo and J. D. were only too well 
aware as to the necessity of switching the tongue action from balls to cock. 
After all, they knew, J. D. could only hold out for just so long. After 
awhile the spurting droplets of thick, white, volcanic fluid would have to 
explode from the end of his hard, thundering phallic tool. 

"OOOHHH, COME ON, EAT IT, EAT MY PRICK, EAT IT RAW," he called out 
excitedly. "HONEY, OOOHHH, COME ON, SWITCH THE ACTION. SWITCH IT TO MY BIG 
LONG PRICK. OHHHHH, JUST LET YOUR TONGUE GO TO WORK. COME ON, LET IT SLIDE 
AGAINST MY PETER. OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA EXPLODE. I'LL BET YOU'RE A FANTASTIC 
COCK SUCKER. BEST COCK SUCKER IN THE SOUTH, HONEY. I'LL JUST BET YOU ARE. 
JUST TRAIN THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS ON MY PRICK. YOU DID SUCH A BEAUTIFUL 
JOB ON MY BALLS. OOOHHH, YOU SUCKED MY NUTS SO FANTASTICALLY. NOW JUST GIVE 
ME A FANTASTIC COCK SUCK. DRIVE YOUR TONGUE AGAINST MY PRICK. DO IT, DO IT, 
DO IT." She released her tongue from his testicles, letting it go to work 
against the rubbery tip of his mammoth cock head. She teased the nub end of 
his surging peter with her slow, craftsmanlike strokes, doing her best to 
entice him into an ever greater state of, wild and tempestuous sexual 
desire. 

Mary Jo watched the manner in which his flouncing buttocks twisted as he lay 
there gaspingly on the makeshift bed, his face reddening with acute waves of 
sensual urgency. Her tongue teased the tip of his phallic joy stick for a 
few more strokes, and then, finally, she started to let it glide up and down 
the firm length of his resolute staff. 

Once more he reached out with his trembling fingers, letting them push 
against the silky strands of her sensuously flowing blond hair. Her tongue 
began to respond to the opportunity at 'and, pistoning sharply as it moved 
up and down the full length of his bulging cock. As her tongue kept on 
sweeping with magnetic determination against his bloated phallic stick, she 
reached down with both hands and let her fingers attack his sweltering, 
balloon-like testicles, which she had tongued so proficiently only a few 
moments earlier. She loved digging her fingers against the wet warmth of his 
nuts, feeling the saliva that she had coated them with through her 
determined tongue efforts. 

J. D. watched closely, observing the manner in which the beautiful blonde's 
head bobbed up and down and her hair fluttered in her self-generated breeze 
as she kept on driving her burning tongue with stampeding urgency against 
the full length of his electrified cock. 

He could feel the waves of pulsating sensuality tingling in his cock and 
balls. J. D. knew that it would not be long before the thick, hot, white 
droplets of his spewing penis stream would explode from the end of his 
tempestuous spear and into her mouth. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT, OHHHHH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW EVERY 
DELICIOUS DROP," he told her. "OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON, KEEP THAT TONGUE 
GLIDING. WORK IT REAL NICE. DRIVE IT, MY DEAR. OHHHH, COME ON, SUCK ME OFF. 
SUCK ME REAL NICE. KEEP DRIVIN' THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS. OOOHHH, COME ON, 
GET ME OFF, SWEETHEART." 

Her fingers grabbed hold of his balls. Earlier she was letting them scrape 
against them, but now they clenched tightly against the crinkly warmth of 
his surging testicles as she simultaneously continued her rapid-fire tongue 
pursuits, letting her steaming tongue glide against the warmth of his 
mammoth organ as she pushed him that much nearer to the state of a wild and 
intriguing climax. 

He flung his body forward, heaving deep gasps, doing all that he could to 
accommodate his beautiful lover as she attacked his infatuated cock. He 
wanted to shove his hard, piercing tool deep inside the wet warmth of her 
oral sheath. The velvety softness of her mouth continued to accommodate his 
hard, bulging prick. Her lips clasped tightly around the base of his 
steaming organ as he was pushed that much closer to the moment of a wild and 
tumultuous explosion. 

J. D. moved his restless fingers up and down her satiny, sweat-dampened 
back. His fingers finally clutched tightly against the warmth of her skin as 
her pulsating red tongue continued to glide and piston up and down his 
steaming cock. 

He could feel the frantic desires of her incessantly stabbing, steaming red 
tongue as she pushed him that much closer to the anticipated moment when the 
stirring white cock stream would explode from the end of his hot, bulging 
prong. 

"OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, SUCK ME OFF," he sighed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GET 
READY. OHHHH, I'VE GOT TO JUICE. THE STUFF'S GOTTA SHOOT. OOOHHH, IT'S GONNA 
SPRAY, AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA SPRAY, OOOHHH, AAHHH, YEAH, OOOHHH, OHHHHH, 
AAAHHH." 

With that the first few droplets of his exploding white jissum began to spew 
from the rubbery tip of his mammoth cock head. His whole body swayed and 
twisted as if he had come into contact with an electrical storm. He could 
feel the titillating waves of delight as he watched the stirring white 
pellets of steaming penis fluid explode from the end of his hot, aroused 
shaft and into her waiting mouth. 

He reached out and ran his fingers up and down her hair, gasping loudly as 
she swallowed deliriously the droplets of exploding sperm. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, OOOHHH, YOU LOVE IT," he sighed. "COME ON, 
OHHHH, HONEY, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF IT. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, EAT MY COCK JUICE. OHHHH, EAT EVERY BIT OF IT." 

His hips and ass cheeks continued to sway and twist until the final few 
drops of his hot, white, orgasmic fluid toppled from the tip of his tumid 
shaft and into her mouth. Deliriously she swallowed, her stirring tongue 
moving back and forth as she caught every drop of his fiery phallic liquid, 
which she thoroughly devoured. 

J. D. collapsed in a heap on the makeshift bed, stretching his long, sweaty 
body as he looked up with admiration at the beautiful blonde. He reached up 
and affectionately ran his fingers through the sweaty strands of her 
lustrous blond hair. 

"Okay, honey, you've got yourself a sponsor," he winked. "You know, I'll 
tell you what I'm really lookin' forward to right now. You know what that 
is?" 

"Tell me, J. D.," she smiled, teasingly tweaking his pubic hair, then 
quickly releasing her fingers. 

"What I'm lookin' forward to is some of those parties. You know, those 
victory parties. After you've won a big race. I'm figurin' that, bein' the 
sponsor and all, that might just entitle me to special privileges." 

"Oh, yeah, I'm with you all the way," she laughed. "Matter of fact, J. D., 
if you didn't fuck me every now and then, I'd bawl you out. I mean, I want 
to get plenty of that cock juice inside me. There's lots of it there. You're 
quite a stud." 

"Now you're talkin', dear," J. D. Norman burst into loud laughter. "Yes, 
this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. You wanta shake on it?" 

"But definitely." 

The beautiful blonde smiled brightly, her cheery blue eyes lighting up 
triumphantly as she shook hands with J. D. Norman. Her mission had been 
accomplished. Now she had the wealthy, prestigious sponsor that she needed 
in her pursuit of victories on the stock car circuit. 

 Chapter Four 

Two weeks later Mary Jo Stratton had an opportunity to catapult herself into 
the top ranks of the Southern stock car drivers. 

She was hoping to pilot her white Ford to victory in a Gainesville, Florida 
race, that would bring together some of the top competitors in all of the 
South. 

The afternoon prior to the race Mary Jo's mechnica! crew was enlisted with 
the responsibility of giving the car final inspection, getting it ready for 
the big race the following day. The beautiful blonde and her crew members 
were staying in a small motel next to the garage where they were storing and 
working on her automobile. 

In the middle of the afternoon, after having a leisurely lunch and taking a 
long shower, Mary Jo slipped into a pair of cream-colored shorts and a white 
blouse. She eased her feet into a pair of thongs, then left her motel room 
and walked toward, the garage situated some five hundred yards away. 

The moment that she stepped inside, she knew that something had gone wrong. 
It was just a question of what. A nervous and disgusted-looking Ray Tedesco 
was pacing up and down in front of her automobile, wearing a troubled 
expression. He had on his white coveralls, and periodically he would mop 
sweat nervously from his brow. 

"What's going on, Ray?" she asked, a worried expression immediately 
surfacing on her face. "Where's Norm and the rest of the crew?" 

"That's the big problem," Ray Tedesco shook his head. "I was just getting 
ready to knock on your door and tell you about it." 

"What's wrong?" 

"It's Norm." 

"Oh, no," she threw up her hands in a state of acute anxiety. "Where is he?" 

Ray Tedesco pointed toward the garage. 

"He's somewhere in there," he said. "Better get that guy in gear." 

"The preparations were moving along so smoothly," Mary Jo shook her head 
with abject frustration. 

"I know. We can't blow the whole thing now. Not the day before the race." 

"You're damned right we can't," she nodded. "I figured on winnin' that 
thing. Everything was going beautifully. At least up till now." 

"I'd have a talk with him," Ray said. "Matter of fact, I'd have liked to 
punch the son-of-a-bitch out for pulling something like this. But what the 
hell you gonna do? That wouldn't do any good at all." 

"No, it wouldn't," she shook her head. "An act of violence like that would 
only make matters worse." 

"Oh, that's what I figured, too," Ray Tedesco sighed, mopping sweat from his 
brow once more. "I'm just lettin' off a little steam, that's all." 

"I don't blame you, Ray. Don't blame you at all." 

"I mean, a guy feels pretty damned funny when something like that happens," 
he said. "You work real hard, prepare well, and think everything's goin' 
beautifully. Then somethin' like this happens." 

"I know what you mean. No reason for you to feel funny about anything, Ray. 
You've done a good job." 

The beautiful blonde patted the faithful mechanic on the shoulder. He 
shrugged, then looked into her eyes. 

"You'd better talk to him, Mary Jo, and talk to him fast," Ray Tedesco told 
her solemnly. "I guess you know we need his experience. I mean, I'm just 
really a babe in the woods compared to this guy. I was a grease monkey in a 
little Texas gas station until just a few months ago." 

"I know, Ray. You don't.have the experience that Norm's got." 

"That's just it. None of us have," he said, his face contorting with acute 
pain. "If Norm screws up, we're all in trouble. Big trouble." 

"I know, I know," she nodded. "I'll take care of it, Ray. Tell you what. You 
look a little tired. Why don't you go out and get yourself a beer? Go back 
to your room. Take a nap. Whatever. I'll be gettin' in touch with you." 

"Tell you what. Maybe I'll just have me a beer and go back to my room. 
You'll let me know?" 

"I sure will." 

"Good luck. He was in a bad way just a few minutes ago," Ray shook his head. 

"I'll take care of it," Mary Jo said. 

She watched as the frustrated Ray Tedesco stalked off into the distance, 
heading toward the motel. She turned and walked into the shadowy confines of 
the garage. She kept on walking until she was standing in the rear of the 
vast, expansive garage. Mary Jo stood in front of a black 1955 Mercedes that 
had been in a recent accident. It was slated to get a body and fender job as 
well as a fresh coat of paint once that Monday rolled around. By then she 
and her crew would be many miles away from Gainesville, Florida, hopefully 
after having won a big race. 

But she was not concentrating on the Mercedes at that moment. As she stood 
in front of it, she observed the figure of Norm Gilbert as he lay sprawled 
out on a gray bench. He looked to be asleep, or at least half-asleep in a 
groggy daze, and perched next to him was an almost completely consumed 
bottle of Jim Beam. 

An angry Mary Jo picked up the bottle of whiskey, hurling it against the 
wall and watching as the glass shattered and the remaining contents of 
whiskey splattered against the gray, dusty walls. 

"Son-of-a-bitch," she shrieked loudly. 

Even though Norm Gilbert was in a half-stupor, he quickly blinked his eyes 
open and stared in Mary Jo's direction. He squinted a few times. She 
observed the glazed expression in his eyes, along with the acute redness 
that had developed from all of the drinking, coupled with, she was sure, a 
certain amount of crying. 

Gilbert was wearing white coveralls. Emblazoned across the back were the 
words Thomas Enterprises. 

"Norm Gilbert, you're coppin' out, you're coppin' out, you son-of-a-bitch," 
Mary Jo shrieked. 

She surprised even herself with the manifestation of strength that she put 
forth as she reached out with both hands, clutching tightly against the 
front of the drunken chief mechanic's coveralls. She clutched tightly, 
shaking his entire body as his eyes widened and he slowly regained complete 
consciousness. 

"See what you're tryin' to do?" she shrieked. "You're gonna blow it for all 
of us. For ALL of us! We had a winning combination and we were gonna win 
that race tomorrow. Then you screw it up. You screw it up because you start 
feelin' sorry for yourself. Sorry for yourself like always." 

He began to immediately burst into tears. 

"Oh, Mary Jo, please stop. Oh, Mary Jo, I'm sorry," he sobbed. 

"You look sorry, damned sorry," she snarled. "That's really the answer for 
you. Norm. Sittin' there and drinkin' that whiskey. That's how you got where 
you are." 

Slowly she withdrew her fingers from the coveralls. Norm Gilbert buried his 
head in his hands for several long moments, sobbing like a* heart-broken 
young boy, Finally he calmed down enough to where he was able to speak. 

"I'm sorry, Mary Jo, it was just one of them things," Norm said in his 
typically heavy Southeastern accent. 

Norm Gilbert, the pride of Biloxi, Mississippi, was headed for almost 
certain fame as one of the top race car drivers in the country. It appeared 
to be just a question of time before he had an opportunity to win the 
Indianapolis 500, or perhaps some of the other many prestigious races in the 
United States. He had his sights set on the Daytona 500 and Monte Carlo. 
There seemed to be nothing on the horizon to stop the steady progress of 
Norm Gilbert. 

Then, at the beginning of an eventful season, when he was hoping to go ail 
the way and sweep some of the world's biggest automobile classics, tragedy 
entered Norm Gilbert's life. As he and another driver were coming off a turn 
in a Southern California race, the other car spun out and overturned. 
Miraculously Norm was able to hang on, steering his car away from harm's 
path. He was able to vividly observe, however, the resulting explosion that 
followed and the almost instant death of the other car's driver. 

The haunting memory of that incident was enough to destroy Norm Gilbert as a 
competitive race car driver. He tried several more times to compete, but on 
each occasion he was forced to give up the effort, to pull his car into the 
pits, whereupon he would break down in tears. Afterwards, far away from the 
incessant humming of the motors on the track, he would find a quiet bar 
where he would get drunk. This pattern continued to manifest itself for 
several years until, finally. Norm was reduced to working as a mechanic in a 
small garage maintained by a relative in Gulf Port, Mississippi, adjacent to 
his home town. 

That was where the beautiful Mary Jo Stratton came in. She needed a skilled 
professional to help her in her quest for achieving greatness in racing. 
Norm Gilbert had been an idol of hers back in the days when she was only 
thinking about driving, when she was making her entire income from shaking 
her magnificently proportioned hips and ass cheeks in a Bourbon Street 
topless bar. She visited Norm and ultimately secured his agreement to work 
as chief mechanic on her behalf. In turn, she extracted a promise from him 
to stay away from the bottle, which had ravaged him in a conspicuous way, to 
the point where he could barely maintain himself even as a garage mechanic. 

After she apprised Norm of her success in obtaining sponsorship from the 
prominent J. D. Norman, she observed an instant spark of joyful 
determination in his eyes. He seemed to have regained the spirit of old, 
when he was securing great victories on race tracks throughout the United 
States and abroad. 

So now that he had the chance, he was blowing it, reverting back to the same 
old drinking pattern. This hurt Mary Jo just as much as it angered her. At 
first she had lashed out against Norm and had even grabbed him by his 
coveralls and tugged at them with great anger, but now she was feeling a 
little different. Pity had replaced anger. The man who was once her idol, 
and still looked ruggedly handsome in spite of the hard times on which he 
had fallen in recent years, was reverting back to his old pattern. 

"What happened. Norm?" she asked in little more than a whisper, sitting down 
next to him on the bench. "I thought everything was fine. I mean, we both 
had an opportunity to make it big, to get our names up there in the 
headlines. Believe you me, if I started clicking, you'd get plenty of ink 
yourself. That and lots of opportunities." 

"I know, I know," his head dropped painfully. "It was just those terrible 
memories. I mean, as we got close to race time, I started thinkin' about 
that terrible accident. That and other things. I mean, I seemed so alone. At 
night it's just me against the rest of the world. At least that's the way 
I've been thinkin' about it." 

"You poor baby," she said, curling an arm around his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I 
came on too strong. How long you been sittin' there drinkin'?" 

"Last two hours or so," he shrugged. "Started out just takin' one little 
innocent nip. Then you know how that goes." 

"Sure do. One leads to another. That's why I smashed the damned bottle. You 
can't handle it. Norm, it just ain't for you." 

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, Mary Jo. Real sorry. I mean, you got so much 
talent. You got guts, drive, all it takes to make a good competitive driver. 
I see so much of me in you that it ain't even funny. Matter of fact, you're 
like a young woman version of me when I was startin' out." 

"I take that as a great compliment. Norm, considerin' I've admired your 
abilities so much. Still do. You're a crack mechanic. You're a shrewd guy. 
Matter of fact, when we win tomorrow, I'm figurin' you're gonna make the 
difference. You know how it is. A driver needs a good pit crew. Well, I've 
got you, and you're gonna do the job. Norm. You really are." 

Norm Gilbert's hands began to tremble. 

"I'm sorry, honey, believe me I am," he said. 

She could see the look of vulnerability in Norm Gilbert's eyes. He was 
lonely and afraid. Mary Jo decided that there was just one thing  that 
could be done, one spontaneous act that would snap him back to where he had 
been up until just a few hours ago. Prior to that time he had behaved in a 
confident and determined manner, and had done a magnificent job of getting 
her car ready for the big race. So now just the finishing touches needed to 
be brought to bear, and Mary Jo realized that it was entirely possible to 
straighten him out, just as long as she used some proper psychology. 

The beautiful blonde was happy that she was clad in such sensuous attire. 
The only reason that she had decided to wear the cream-colored shorts and 
white blouse and abstained wearing either a bra or panties, stemmed from the 
fact that she was so concerned about just getting to the garage and 
overseeing her mechanics. She wanted to dress quickly, to get things in 
order, then return to her motel room, where she would relax and take a 
lengthy nap prior to having dinner. The beautiful blonde was seeking to 
taper off, to relax, to get herself thinking of winning the big race the 
following day. But now she was going to have to call herself into action, 
and in such a way as to open the eyes of Norm Gilbert and put him in a more 
positive frame of mind. 

"My poor little baby," she said, stroking Norm's curly brown hair. 
"Everything's gonna be fine, Norm, just fine." 

"You think so, Mary Jo?" he looked at her hopefully. 

"Oh, yeah, I know it. Just know it." 

 Chapter Five 

Mary Jo eased slowly upward from the bench, then began to walk slowly toward 
the black Mercedes. 

"Norm, honey, come on over here," she motioned to him. 

A quizzical look initially crossed Norm Gilbert's face, after which he 
rubbed his eyes, then eased his long, lean body upward from the bench. He 
walked slowly, almost timidly, toward the beautiful Mary Jo, who took him by 
the hands, then led him into the back seat of the Mercedes. 

She pushed the front seat forward, providing the two of them with sufficient 
room in the back seat. Norm Gilbert watched, a perplexed expression 
continuing to dominate his face, as the seductive blonde eased into the back 
seat, extending her long, lean, ivory-colored legs. 

Norm's body began to tense as he stood there watching Mary Jo. He inhaled 
the fragrant piny scent of the beautiful race car driver, who, though not 
wearing any perfume, had bathed lengthily just a few minutes earlier. It 
made Mary 

Jo happy to think that she had taken a shower, since now she emitted a fresh 
fragrance which the sensitive nostrils of her chief mechanic could pick up. 
She observed the manner in which his body had tensed, and as she stared down 
at his crotch she observed a telltale swelling beginning to surface. 

"You're a right beautiful young woman, Mary Jo," he gulped. "Oh, damned, one 
of the best-lookin' I've ever seen." 

Suddenly the mechanic's mind flashed back to a noble triumph of old, a 
victory in a small Iowa town which was followed by so much more. On so many 
occasions, after he had won races, he had been able to get acquainted with 
the queens for those particular races. They would generally be local girls 
who, more often than not, had lionized race car drivers. On this particular 
occasion, after t he had secured victory in the race, the lovely Iowa, 
red-haired beauty had curled up alongside him in the seat of his race car. 
Even though space was a problem, they made the most of it as he humped her 
supple, shapely body in every conceivable way, shape and form, providing him 
with one of the great thrills of his life. 

So now here he was, staring at the shapely form of the beautiful young woman 
for whom he worked, the person to whom he owed everything. Without Mary Jo 
he probably would never had had an opportunity to return to the race car 
circuit in any respect, but now there she was, lying there stretched out on 
the seat, extending her shapely thighs, looking up at him with lascivious 
desire. 

As he eased his body downward, sitting on the floorboard, staring at her 
beautiful body, the shapely blonde reached out and began to undo her blouse. 
Moments later she tossed it casually aside, and as she did the wide-eyed 
mechanic observed her firm, cascading breasts as she did the wide-eyed 
mechanic observed her firm, cascading breasts as they popped free of any 
restraint or confining influence. 

"Oh, damned, I didn't think you were wearin' a bra under that blouse," he 
exclaimed. 

"My darling, all you'd had to do was take a good Jook," she laughed. "My 
nipples were pushing up against my blouse." 

"I know, I know, I must have really been slipping," he nodded. "I was just 
so upset, honey. Guess you can understand. Sure wasn't because I don't 
recognize beauty when I see it. Oh, damned, baby, back when I was racing I 
thought I humped some of the best women in this here country, and just maybe 
I did, but I'll tell you somethin'. Between you and me, you've got all of 
'em beat. Every last one that I fucked." 

"What a wonderful compliment, my dear," she smiled. "I'm so happy to hear 
you talkin' that way. You know what that means. Means we're establishing a 
real nice comradeship between chief mechanic and race car driver. Don't you 
agree that team work's important?" 

"Oh, yeah, definitely. That's what I was always tellin' my pit crew back 
when 1 was racin'. Oh, honey, so sorry I let you down. I mean, gettin' drunk 
like this. Me goin' off and feelin' sorry for myself. Would have served me 
right if you'd have canned my ass, if you'd kicked me clean out of here and 
sent me home." 

"No need goin' to any extreme lengths," she smiled, licking her sensuous, 
thick, red lips with lascivious impact. "No need to think about anything 
like that, baby, 'cause everything's all right now. You just got yourself a 
little stage fright. I mean, headin' back on the race car circuit and all 
that. Sure you won lots of big races, lots bigger than this one tomorrow, 
but still, it's returnin' to that same scene. Back to race car drivin'. You 
just got a little scared, that's all. Ain't that so?" 

"Yeah, come to think of it, guess that probably was it. I mean, my mind was 
so mixed up it was hard for me to tell. Hard for me to figure out any of it. 
But I guess that's so." 

"But we're not gonna be worryin' about that anymore," she shook her head. 
"Not gonna worry about any of it. Oh, no, we're just gonna have ourselves a 
little fun right now. Got to loosen up, honey. You know what loses races. 
People tightenin' up. I mean, gettin' too tense, gettin' too hot and 
bothered. But that ain't gonna happen to us, is it?" 

"Oh, no," he shook his head steadfastly. "You bet your ass it ain't. We're 
gonna win. We got a winnin' attitude, you and me. We're gonna go a long way 
together. Ain't that right?" 

"Oh, yeah, Mary Jo. You're absolutely right," he nodded vigorously. 

"That's good. We got that team spirit. That's what's gonna carry us to 
victory. Well, we're gonna show a little team spirit right now, aren't we?" 

"We definitely are." 

He watched in a state of hypnotic silence for the next few moments as the 
beautiful blonde dazzled him with steady finger pyrotechnics as she let her 
fingers press with swelling urgency as they pushed against the warmth of her 
firm, conical breasts, which thrust out with sturdy magnificence. Norm 
Gilbert loved the eye-popping dimensions of her shapely boobs as she pushed 
and kneaded the warmth of her snowy white flesh. After letting her fingers 
glide against the peaks and valleys of her snow-capped boobs, she reached 
down and let her fingers grind against the titillating warmth of her 
pebble-like nipples, which hardened with every touch. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," she sighed. 

As her fingers pressed with warm urgency against her nipples, the shapely 
blonde flung her firm, undulating ass cheeks back and forth, prompting Norm 
to divert his steady eye attention from her breasts down to the shapely 
warmth of her flowing ass cheeks. Up and down his eyes darted as he kept on 
watching the unfolding activity taking place. She kept on pressing tightly 
with- both hands, letting her fingers glide with flowing warmth against her 
nipples and breasts. After a few more quick, proficient finger thrusts 
against her shapely boobs and prickly nipples, she reached down and began to 
tug at her cream-colored shorts. 

Even though she felt like tearing off her shorts with one quick, decisive 
movement, the beautiful blonde resisted the opportunity to act in haste. 
Instead she wanted to draw out the festivities, to provide the maximum in 
the way of sensual response on the part of Norm Gilbert. Already she could 
see color beginning to return to his face, which had whitened in the course 
of the tense drinking bout. Even though his eyes were still blood shot, 
reminding her of the heavy drinking he had done in just a short time span, 
there was a certain level of alertness present in his eyes that had been 
absent before. The vacuous stare was gone, having been replaced by an alert 
expression of sensual awareness. 

Her eyes every now and then shifted downward toward his crotch, where she 
could see his hard, steaming cock continuing to inflate against the 
whiteness of his coveralls. 

She slowly eased her shorts down her supple thighs, listening to the 
scraping sounds of the soft, flimsy material as it rubbed against the warmth 
of her pillarly smooth white thighs. 

"OHHHH, DAMNED, WHAT A PAIR OF LEGS," Norm Gilbert exclaimed. "BEST-LOOKIN' 
WOMAN AROUND. OHHHH, HONEY, WHEN YOU'RE RACIN', THEY DON'T NEED ANY QUEEN. 
YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF ALL THE TRACKS. WHAT A BODY, WHAT A FACE, WHAT A WOMAN!" 

Seductively she eased her buttocks back and forth, letting the shapely flesh 
rub against the seat beneath her as she let the shorts glide down her legs. 
After they got down past her thighs to her knee caps. Norm Gilbert let out a 
gasp and his eyes widened as he observed her blond pubic thicket and, 
beneath it, the pinkness of her vagina. . 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, NOTHING ON UNDERNEATH THAT," he gulped. "WHAT A PUSSY, 
OHHHH, WHAT A NEST!" 

Having thoroughly aroused him, the beautiful blonde proceeded to kick off 
her shorts, lying in dazzling ecstasy as she stretched out on the seat, 
completely naked, showing off the lustrous whiteness-of her beautiful form. 

She curled her toes and let her legs kick back and forth several times, 
after which she slowly extended them, giving the mechanic a good look at the 
sparkling softness of her blond-colored pubic vee. She reached down and 1st 
her fingers tickle slowly against the tingly softness of her pubic nest, and 
as she did so, she threw her head back and heaved a loud, deep sigh. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, I NEED A MAN LIKE YOU" she sighed needfully. "BABY, 
NORM, YOU'RE SUCH A HANDSOME MAN. YOU'RE ALL MAN. YOU WANT A WOMAN LIKE ME. 
YOU NEED A WOMAN LIKE ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED, HONEY. SO SORRY WE HAVEN'T 
MADE IT BEFORE. MAYBE THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE NEEDED. SOMETHIN' TO BOOST YOUR 
MORALE." 

"Oh, honey, you understand," Norm exclaimed with robust enthusiasm. "You do 
understand, honey. I've needed you so badly. Oh, damned, look at that body. 
Those fantastic legs, those supple ass cheeks. Ohhh, I've gotta touch this 
beautiful body." 

"I want you to," she told him. "Come on, honey. Let's make some beautiful 
music." 

"Oh, yeah, I'm in the mood. Never been more in the mood." 

He dropped down to his knees, easing his body forward between her 
outstretched legs. Norm dropped his head down between her legs and began to 
inhale the scent of her femaleness. As he lay crouched, his head just a 
scent few inches away from the enticing softness of her fleecy pubic vee, 
the chief mechanic reached down and let his fingers lock tightly against the 
warmth of her satiny thighs. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, IT FEELS SO GOOOOODDD," he grunted. "You like my legs, 
honey?" "I'M WILD ABOUT 'EM," he exclaimed. "OOOHHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT BEAUTIFUL 
LEGS. AHHHH, I LOVE IT. JUST LOVE TOUCHIN"EM. OOOHHH, FANTASTIC, OOOHHH, I 
LIKE IT." 

Up and down his fingers moved flowingly as he pushed them against the 
softness of her warm, supple thighs. His fingers squeezed tightly against 
the pliable flesh, and as they did she would jerk her hips back and forth, 
grinding her shapely buttocks concentrically against the seat beneath her as 
she heaved an occasional loud, deep gasp and proceeded to beg for more of 
the same in the way of attentive action. 

"OOOHHH, BABY, YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED," she gulped. "OOHHH, HONEY, LET'S KEEP 
IT GOING. OHHHH, I LOVE IT. AAAAHHH, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. OHHHH, DARLING, COME 
ON, DO IT TO ME. YEAH, LET'S REALLY DO IT." 

Soon her hips and ass cheeks began to writhe as they bounced resoundingly 
against the car seat beneath her. Norm Gilbert listened to the heavy gasping 
sounds emanating from the scintillating blonde beauty, and as he continued 
to let his fingers clutch tightly against the warmth of her thighs, he 
pushed his tongue forward and let it begin to slide slowly but surely 
against the dampened petals of her enticing mound. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, THAT'S IT," she sighed loudly. "MY DARLING, OHHHH, YOU KNOW 
WHAT I NEED. OHHHH, I'M ON FIRE, HONEY. YOU CAN PUT THAT FIRE OUT. OHHHH, 
YOUVE GOT THE TONGUE TO DO IT, NORM. SWEETHEART, COME ON, LET'S REALLY DO 
IT. OHHHH, COME ON, KEEP DRIVIN' YOUR TONGUE. SWEETHEART, COME ON, OOOHHH, 
BLAST AWAY WITH THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS." 

Quickly the panting Norm Gilbert released his fingers from her smooth, 
sinewy thighs. He moved them quickly toward the firmness of her ripe ass 
globes. He pushed his fingers sharply against the warmth of her firm, yet 
smooth flesh. He pinched and kneaded the warmth of her satiny ass f!esh as 
his tongue kept on teasing her dampened pubic curls. 

"OOOHHH, THAT'S IT, OHHHH, KEEP DRIVIN' YOUR TONGUE," she sighed. "DARLING, 
OHHHH, COME ON, MY PUSSY, MY PUSSY, MY PUSSY. SHOVE YOUR TONGUE UP MY 
SNATCH. OHHHH, i KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT. I KNOW HOW MUCH I WANT IT. 
OHHHH, LET'S MAKE BEAUTIFUL MUSIC, DARLING. TURN ME ON WITH YOUR WILD 
TONGUE. BRING ME OFF, OOOHHH, DARLING, BRING ME OFF. COME ON, TONGUE MY 
SLIT. OHHHHH, TONGUE IT. COME ON, JUST DRIVE YOUR HOT TONGUE, OOOHHHH, COME 
ON PLANT IT. OHHHH, PLANT IT, PLANT IT FAST. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, \ WANT IT, 
WANT IT, WANT IT." 

As his fingers clasped tightly against the warmth of her shapely, rapidly 
twisting buttocks, he let his tongue propel itself sweepingly as it pushed 
and slashed into the wet depths of her pussy. At first he had confined 
himself to letting his tongue grind against the wetness of her damp.
 vanilla-colored pubic tresses, but now he was pushing onward, letting his 
rampaging red tongue sweep against the dampness of her dewy, moist cuntal 
petals. 

Back and forth his sweeping tongue asserted itself. Every now and then he 
would let it scrape against the moist warmth of her inflamed clitoris, upon 
which she would heave a loud, deep gasp and beg for more of the same. The 
beautiful blonde continued to gasp and sigh, her breasts jiggling and ass 
cheeks flowing rapidly as he kept on driving his pistoning tongue forward, 
letting it slide against the delirious wetness of her palpitating vagina. 

His tongue kept on rotating, spasming with wild desire as it pushed against 
her flushed pussy lips, and ail the white the beautiful blonde kept shoving 
her hot crotch forward, letting it meet every swiftly rampaging tongue 
stroke that Norm Gilbert sent into the blistering confines of her seethingiy 
moist vaginal well. 

His fingers kept on gripping her shapely, twisting ass cheeks tightly as he 
pushed and speared with his blistering, red tongue, driving her that much 
closer to the state of a sweltering climax. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M ON FIRE, DARLING, KEEP SUCKING ME," she sighed. 
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP PLANTING YOUR TONGUE. YOU KNOW JUST HOW TO DO IT. 
OHHHH, YOU KNOW HOW BAD I NEED IT, NORM. OHHH, NORM, COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP 
SUCKING ME. KEEP DRIVING YOUR TONGUE. COME ON, OHHHH, BRING ME OFF. YES, 
OHHHH, PLANT YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME. OHHHH, YES, YESSSSS, GET ME OFF. OHHHH, 
RIGHT NOW, RIGHT NOW, RIGHT NOW!" 

She rolled her eyes while her body spasmed deliriously. Beads of 
perspiration surfaced on her forehead as her hips and ass cheeks contracted, 
her buttocks clenching and unclenching under the swift, assertive tongue 
thrusts of her assertive lover. 

His flaming red tongue kept on depositing itself within the wetness of her 
dampened cunt as he pushed her that much nearer to the state of a 
spine-tingling orgasm. His fingers shoved up and down the warmth of her 
satiny, sweat-stained thighs as he pushed her that much closer to the point 
wherein the steaming juices would have to explode from her volcanic vaginal 
cauldron and into the wetness of his mouth. 

Norm's flinging tongue steampeded with unflagging determination as it 
whipped back and forth into the wet intimacy of her hot nest. Finally the 
blonde beauty could withstand the pace no longer and the stirring droplets 
of cuntal fluid just had to explode from the wet intimacy of her pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I'M GOING, GOING, GOING, GOING, GGGOOOOOIINNNNGG," she 
announced. "OHHHH, KEEP UP THE TONGUE MOVEMENTS. OHHHH, THE TINGLE IS TOO 
MUCH, OHHHH, KEEP SLASHING. DARLING, OHHHH, KEEP DRIVIN' YOUR HOT TONGUE. 
KEEP PUSHIN' IT INTO MY BOX. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OHHHHHH, HOW I 
LOVE IT." 

His fingers finally fastened tightly against her silky ass cheeks. As they 
indented against the warmth of her flesh, his piercing tongue kept on 
projecting inside the enticing velvety softness of her pink pussy as the 
juices thundered from her organ and into his mouth. 

"OOOHHH, SO NICE, SO NICE," she sighed. "DARLING, COME ON, SWALLOW IT ALL. 
OHHHH, YOU'RE MORE THAN I COULD HAVE EVER DREAMED. OOOHHH, DARLING, WHAT A 
TONGUE, WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE." 

She listened to the loud slurping sounds of his steaming-tongue as it pushed 
against the soggy softness of her hot nest. All the while the juices 
continued to deliriously explode from her sweltering triangle and into the 
welcome confines of his mouth. 

 Chapter Six 

In the delirious aftermath of Mary Jo's shattering orgasm, as she lay 
stretched out against the back of the seat, catching her breath, her 
determined lover continued to glide his fingers against the pliable softness 
of her blonde, silky ass globes. 

Impressed by the exquisite loveliness of her erotic ass cheeks, as his 
fingers clutched tightly against them, he pushed his tongue forward, letting 
it glide against the warmth of her buttocks. His tongue sank slowly but 
surely against the heat of her flesh, prompting him to feel great waves of 
ecstatic desire. His heart palpitated with thundering rapidity as his tongue 
kept on pushing and twisting against the warmth of her twisting ass cheeks, 
and all the while his fingers continued to glide and press against them. 

"OOHHHH, HONEY, DO YOU EVER KNOW HOW TO TURN ME ON" she sighed. "OOOHHH, 
WHAT A TONGUE. THE WAY YOU PRESS IT AGAINST ME. THIS FEELS SO GOOD, SO VERY 
GOOD." 

As his crisp fingers continued to press tightly against the warmth of her 
silky globes, his eyes were attracted by the erotic exquisiteness of the ass 
crack which rested beneath them. He pushed his tongue slowly forward, then 
let it inch with enticing desire as it worked its way into her asshole. Norm 
pushed with his tongue slowly but surely, letting it drive against her anus. 
As his tongue slid and twisted against her quivering anus, her buttocks 
began to move with a flowing new dimension as she let them twist more 
rapidly than before. 

"OOOHHH, WHAT SENSATIONS," she sighed. "YOUR TONGUE, OHHHH, YOU'RE PUSHING 
IT UP MY ASS, MY DEAR. OHHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE TONGUING IT. OHHHH, AAAHHHH, IT 
FEELS GREAT. DARLING, OHHHH, COME ON, TONGUE ME, OHHHH, DO IT NICE, REAL 
NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE SUCKING MY ASS, OHHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE DOING IT. 
OHHHH, KEEP IT GOING, KEEP IT GOING." 

His tongue kept pushing its way ever deeper into the tight dimensions of her 
anal portals. Teasingly his tongue ground its way against her sphincter as 
she kept on gliding her hips rapidly, feeling quivering sensations from 
every quick, probing thrust that he sent up between her twisting buns and 
into the inner depths of her sweltering anus. 

Soon he was pushing and twisting with his tongue as deeply as possible, 
grinding it against her rectal tissues, causing the palpitating waves of 
delightful sensation to multiply throughout her whole body. 

"OOHHH, YOU ASS LICKER, OHHHHH, SUCK MY ASS," she sighed loudly. "DARLING, 
OHHHH, WHAT A SUCK ARTIST. YOUR TONGUE, OHHHH, THE WAY YOU WORK IT. THE WAY 
YOU PUSH IT INSIDE MY ASSHOLE. IT'S SUCH A WONDERFUL FEELING, OHHHH, 
OOOHHHH, IT'S WILD AND PASSIONATE. OHHH, YOUR TONGUE'S DOING IT, OHHH, IT'S 
SWEEPING, IT'S SWEEPING, IT'S SWEEPING BEAUTIFULLY." 

His fingers pushed tightly against the flowing warmth of her buttocks a few 
more times, after which he then withdrew his tongue from her 
sensation-ridden asshole. As he did so, he reached out with the first three 
fingers of his right hand and let them sink into the wetness of her anus. 

"OOOHHH, IT HURTS," she grunted. 

She winced, feeling waves of pain from his probing movements as he pushed 
his fingers against her sphincter. She closed her eyes and let out gasp upon 
gasp, continuing to experience waves of pain each time that he sent his 
fingers crisply forward into her exposed anus. 

"HONEY, LET GO," she gasped. 

"What's wrong with a little pleasant finger fucking?" he smiled. 

"It hurts me, honey. Really does. Oh, please, please let me go." 

"Quiet down now, sweetheart," he laughed. 

"Oh, yeah, do I ever love pushin' my fingers up into your butt. Ooohhh, what 
a nice ass. It's so tight. Just perfect for my fingers to penetrate." 

As his head swam with delirious, intoxicating sensual ecstasy, the 
determined Norm Gilbert thought back once more to that beautiful occasion 
with the gorgeous redhead, the queen of the Iowa race that he had won. He 
remembered how infatuated he had been with thef"shapely dimensions of her 
ripe, flowing ass cheeks. If anything the beautiful Mary Jo had an even 
shapelier ass. It was a little better rounded and fuller than that of the 
redhead, who had had a gorgeous ass in her own right, but this was the kind 
of butt that was too good to pass up. Now that Norm was feeling those 
tremendous waves of overpowering titillation in his cock and balls, he knew 
that the forthcoming orgasm that he would experience would have to be 
something special, a magnificent, earth-shattering experience that he would 
always remember, in the same manner that he was now able to recall, years 
later, his fantastic frolic in the seat of his race car with the beautiful 
redhead from Iowa. 

His fingers kept on penetrating tightly, and finally, after finger fucking 
the blonde beauty for quite some time, he noticed that her hips and ass 
cheeks were not tightening in the same manner and she was not protesting in 
the same fashion as she had earlier. It demonstrated one thing to Norm 
Gilbert. Despite her protests, the beautiful Mary Jo was actually learning 
to acclimate herself to what was happening, and the pain was no doubt 
subsiding as she became more accustomed to receiving his quick, penetrating 
finger thrusts into the burning depths of her ravaged rectum. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT AN ASS," he exclaimed. "BEST I'VE EVER SEEN. HONEY, 
WHAT A HOT BUTT." 

"Why don't you take your fingers out of it?" she begged. "Sweetheart, this I 
didn't expect. I mean, this is kind of rank, isn't it?" 

"Absolutely not," he shook his head emphatically. "As a matter of fact, this 
is what I call beautiful sensation. There's no reason to refer to anything 
like this as rank, honey. Quite the contrary. You're starting to love it 
already." 

"Oh, no. This is demented. I can't figure this out, darting. Why you've got 
to shove your fingers up my ass." 

"Because I like the construction of your butt," he laughed. "That doesn't 
take a genius to figure out." 

"But there are so many more intriguing avenues. So many other things we can 
do. I mean, just look at my pussy. You loved sucking it, didn't you?" 

"I sure as hell did." 

"Okay, so you can fuck it. You can fuck it right now. You can stick your 
prick inside my hot pussy. Doesn't that sound good? Oh, honey, I'm wild for 
it. I want to feel those burning sensations inside my hot snatch. Come on 
and fuck me there. Push your hot prick inside it. I'm tight, sweetheart, 
I've got a snappin' pussy. Men have told me that I'm the best pussy fuck 
they've ever had." 

"I wouldn't doubt that for one second," Norm Gilbert laughed, shoving his 
fingers forward once more and letting them drive against her sphincter as 
she winced and gasped. "No, i wouldn't doubt it, honey. It's iust that I'm 
thinkin' about somethin' eise right now." 

"Just what? This whole thing is gettln' pretty strange as far as I'm 
concerned." 

"Oh, I'm thinkin' about sinkin' my cock into somethin' nice and tight, real 
tight." 

"That's wonderful, darling," Mary Jo smiled. "Come on, my pussy's there. 
It's well oiled for you, sweetheart. 1 mean, after all, look at how much 
juice I exploded." 

"Yes, that's sure a fact," Norm grinned, "but I'm talkin' about somethin' 
else that's real tight." Suddenly Mary Jo's face turned white and her eyes 
widened. 

"Certainly you couldn't be talkin' about." 

"That's right,' he smiled. "What the hell's wrong with fuckin' the 
best-lookin' ass I've ever seen? Matter of fact, I'd never forgive myself if 
I didn't do it." 

"Oh, don't turn into an animal," Mary Jo began to sob. "Honey, I'm anything 
but a prude. I've been fucked just about every which way by lots of guys, 
and I loved it, really loved it. But I've never had it up the ass." 

 Chapter Seven 

The beautiful Mary Jo's eyes widened with fear as she stared into the eyes 
of the determined Norm Gilbert, who was panting with increasing desperation 
and wanton desire. 

"OHHHH, NORM, PLEASE DON'T FUCK MY ASS," she shrieked. "YOU'LL KILL ME WITH 
THAT BIG HARD PRICK OF YOURS." 

"Come on now and stop being a big baby," he laughed. "You're gonna learn to 
like it, honey." 

"Let me blow you. Let me drive my tongue up and down your prick. Men have 
gone wild over my blow jobs. Come on, honey, let's do that. Anything, but 
don't fuck my ass." 

"Now quiet down, honey. Everything's gonna be beautiful, just beautiful." 

He reached down and scooped some vaginal juice from the beautiful blonde's 
soggy pussy. He slipped some of the juice into her asshole, using it as a 
lubricant, following which he then slid the residue against his cock, which 
he moved his fingers up and down on. He had pulled it out of his white 
coveralls while Mary Jo had her head turned, and now she was staring at his 
bulbous shaft, observing every line in his blue veins. It was a rock-hard, 
huge cock, just as she had anticipated it would* be from staring at its size 
while it was confined within his coveralls. 

"THIS IS ONE HELL OF A PROUD PRICK!" he gulped. 

"Yes. Let me suck it. Anything, but not that." 

"Come on now, quiet, little girl. I'm gonna make a woman out of you. If 
that's the one part of you that's virgin, then we'll have to get rid of 
that. We'll drive out all virginity. You'll get your ass fucked, and then 
we'll go on and win that race tomorrow. Oh, damned, already my depression's 
gone. You brought me out of it. You and that beautiful satiny ass. I'm gonna 
have it, I'm gonna conquer it, conquer it with my big, long prick." 

Norm Gilbert heaved a loud gasp, then reached out and let his strong, solid 
fingers tightly grip against the satiny warmth of her ass cheeks. Mary Jo 
winced, then heaved a loud, painful gasp. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA DO IT, OHHHH, PLEASE DON'T," she sobbed. 

"You're gonna love these sensations," he grinned fiendishly. 

Norm Gilbert's crisp fingers grabbed hold of her shapely contoured ass 
cheeks, pushing and squeezing them hard enough to cause her to wince with 
pain some more. Mary Jo was beginning to conclude that there was no way out. 
Her conviction became stronger in that direction every time she stared into 
the eyes of Norm Gilbert. He maintained a stout determination, a red-eyed 
desire, an unswerving dedication toward slamming his stiff prick into the 
tight depths of her anal passage. 

Butterflies churned in the beautiful blonde's stomach as she prepared in 
solemn readiness for an act that she knew would be inevitably taking place, 
whether she wanted to see it occur or not. He would be providing her with 
great pain, and she hoped that she would be woman enough to be able to 
withstand it. After all, she realized, in spite of how angry she might be 
toward Norm Gilbert for the advantages he was taking, none the less, it was 
imperative for them to maintain a working rapport. Without his skilled 
assistance she knew that her chances of winning the big race the following 
day would be severely minimized. So she recognized she had to make the most 
of it, despite what her true wishes might be. 

She continued to listen to the sounds of his heavily gasping breath as Norm 
Gilbert pushed his fingers against the fleshy ridges of her warm, shapely, 
alabaster hips and worked his way up between her comely legs, positioning 
his body between the insides of her milky white, slightly trembling thighs. 
His cock rode up like an axe handle as it prodded with sturdy insistence at 
the softly resilient flesh of her warm, ripe ass cheeks. 

"OH, DAMNED, AAAHHHH, WHAT AN ASS, WHAT A GORGEOUS BUTT," Norm declared with 
an air of celebration, smiling broadly, his eyes widening with fascination. 
"OHHHH, YOU'RE SO GOOD. YOU LOOK SO GREAT. YOU'RE GONNA MAKE A FANTASTIC 
FUCK, MARY JO, HONEY. I KNEW YOU WERE SOMETHING SPECIAL, RIGHT FROM THE 
FIRST TIME THAT I MET YOU. I MEAN, SPECIAL AS A DRIVER, AND SPECIAL AS A 
WOMAN. OOOHHH, DOT EVER LOVE YOUR BUTT." 

His resolute fingers tightened against the softness of her ripe nether 
cheeks as he spread them cruelly until the quivering ring of her tiny pink 
anus was puckered vulnerably like a minute mouth. She gritted her teeth, 
recognizing that the inevitable was forthcoming, and she braced herself, 
determined to try and at least make the best of it. It was plain to see that 
Norm was going to have his way and that was that, and just maybe, she 
concluded, it would provide him with sufficient inspiration so that he would 
be at his best and in a position to help her win the race the following day. 

"AAAHHH, I'M GETTING ADDICTED TO THIS ASS, THIS BEAUTIFUL, GORGEOUS ASS," he 
grunted. 

Quickly the assertive mechanic released his grip with one hand from his 
lover's shapely, satiny buttocks and took the tumid, warm shaft of his firm 
erection, dragging the purplish, lust-bloated hea3 through the warm wetness 
of her hair-lined fissure. It was like a soothing, moist balm, warm and wet 
around his aroused ramrod, and he was tempted for a fleeting instant to 
shove it deep into her belly and forget the forbidden lure of her asshole. 
He knew that the beautiful blonde would prefer that he pursue that avenue, 
but upon quick reflection, he recognized that it was her shapely ass that 
had intrigued him from the very beginning. Since they had formed a 
continuing relationship, there would be opportunities later for him to drive 
his stinging cock into the warm, fleshy portals of her flushed pink pussy 
lips. As for now, he was ass conscious, and nothing was going to prevent him 
from wildly thrusting his hard, steaming spear into the forbidden tight 
confines of her pulsating anal channel. 

Holding his stiff, blue-veined cock like a burrowing, immense weapon, the 
ruggedly handsome Norm Gilbert pushed it up along the smooth, hairless 
fissure of the beautiful blonde's shapely behind, parting the tempting, 
white, half-moons of her ass until the mushroom-shaped head of his firm, 
fervent cock ground salaciously against the neatly puckered lips of her 
quivering anus. He pushed hard until he could feel the resisting muscles of 
her nether ring collapse in abject surrender and then, grabbing her smooth, 
white hips with both hands, he pulled her back hard against the impaling 
thickness of his mammoth organ. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME, OHHH, YOU SADIST, OHHH, NORM, YOU 
BASTARD, YOU BASTARD, YOU BASTARD," she shriekdesperation as salty tears 
began to stream down both sides of her beautiful, ever-reddening face. 
"PLEASE, OH, DON'T DO IT ANYMORE. PLEASE, OHHH, LET ME GO, NORM, OHHH, YOU 
DON'T HAVE TO HURT ME. YOU DON'T HATE ME, DO YOU? OHHHH, DON'T DO IT. 
PLEASE, STOP, STOP, STOP." 

"Of course I don't hate you," a snorting Norm gasped as sweat began to 
stream down both sides of his face. "I just want some fantastic sex, and 
that butt of yours is so beautiful. That and the fact that it's cherry. I 
can hardly believe it. A girl as beautiful as you. Somebody who has as 
gorgeous a behind as you have, and who's been fucked enough times at that. I 
can't figure it out. Boy, you sure must have been fighting a lot of them 
off." 

"PLEASE, OOOHHH, LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THAT," she continued to sob. "ANYTHING 
BUT THIS. OOOHHH, ANYTHING BUT THIS FUCK UP THE ASS." 

By then the determined Norm was far beyond the point of being dissuaded. He 
knew he was hurting the beautiful blonde and that seemed to provide him with 
an incredibly exciting additional dimension to the perverse act in which he 
was currently engaging. Mary Jo moaned once more, kicking and screaming, and 
all the while the salty tears kept splashing voluminously down her cheeks. 

Gilbert's fingers tighened dramatically against the silky soft smoothness of 
his lover's ripe ass cheeks as he squeezed her flesh unmercifully, pulling 
her viciously against his stiffened erection, impaling her cruelly with a 
hard-thrusting lunge that sank his lust-hardened phallus deep inside her 
rubbery rectum as she squirmed and twisted. Setting out a fresh gasp and 
some more tears. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME, OHHH, YOU SADIST, YOU SADIST, YOU 
SON-OF-A-BITCH," she gulped. 

Norm laughed, feeling a tremendous surge of strength every time that his 
steely shaft poked against the tightness of her wildly wiggling anal 
passage. 

A scream of exquisite pain gurgled liquidly in Mary Jo's throat as the 
beautiful blonde suddenly began to recognize what was happening. As strange 
and incomprehensible as it seemed, even as she was calling her pursuer a 
sadistic son-of-a-bitch, the poker-hot invasion of his desire-swollen 
phallic tool was making her feel a certain measure of joy as well as that of 
forbidden lust, a sense of the wicked, the depraved, but also of the 
lustful. His steaming organ seemed bigger than life, as big around as a 
man's forearm, as it lewdly spread her quivering ass cheeks and nakedly 
ravaged her nether cheeks in a frenzy of deep-thrusting, wild cock activity. 
He listened to her whimpering animalistically, licking her parched lips. 
Every now and then she would let out a groan, but with considerably less 
frenzy than before. Yes, he knew, the beautiful blonde, in soite of her 
desperate cries, was Gradually becoming accustomed to the pain artd was 
startinq to experience some of the dramatic pleasures to be derived from a 
quick and forceful ass fuck. 

"OOHHH, THIS SHAPELY ASS," he grunted. "OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE 
FLIPPING YOUR BUTT AROUND. HONEY, OHHH, KEEP THAT UP. THAT FEELS SO GOOD. 
OHHH, IT FEELS SO GREAT TO RAM YOUR HOT ASS. TO FUCK THAT BEAUTIFUL BUTT. 
OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

She said nothing as he held her securely on his jutting, fully erect dagger, 
rocking her back and forth on his rampaging pole as he stared down in 
wide-eyed excitement and eagerly watched the blood-heated thickness of his 
fleshy, blood-engorged member sliding gleamingly in and out of her ravaged, 
helpless anal sheath. 

The beautiful blonde's pink nether flesh clung reluctantly to the glistening 
hardness of Norm Gilbert's stirring erection, as if to somehow contain him 
indefinitely in the warm, fist-like grip of her ravaged rectum. 

The constantly pursuing Gilbert grinned wickedly as he watched his own 
passion-bloated cock slip skeweringly back between the hairless nether lips 
of her rectum. She shuddered as the last painful inch thundered against her 
bowels like a red-hot branding iron. A wailing cry of absolute surrender 
spilled from her trembling lips. 

"OOOHHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME, OHHHH, NORM, YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH YOUR BIG, 
HARD COCK," she grunted. 

"Come on now," Norm Gilbert laughed. "You love it, and you might as well 
admit it. Ohhh, honey, the way that butt of yours is spinning. Sure thing. 
You're a woman who loves to have her ass fucked, even though you might not 
want to admit it." 

Mary Jo Stratton gasped ravenously, her whole sleek, sweaty, trembling body 
squirming and bucking helplessly under the savage rhythm of Norm's intense 
fucking. Her sweat-stained hips began a slow, grinding rhythm of unbridled 
sensuality as she started to feel the titillating waves of ecstasy surfacing 
in her pink, warm, quivering vagina. Her head spun and Mary Jo recognized 
that she was going out of her mind with desire, knowing fully well that 
another new dimension was surfacing in her life. No longer was her anus 
virgin territory, and it was her chief mechanic who was taking charge of 
things, snorting and gasping as he continued to drive his stirring, 
ramrod-like shaft into the piercing depths of her rectum. 

The beautiful blonde's naked, satiny buttocks clenched and unclenched in 
abandoned fervor, like huge fleshy lips nibbling at the thick length of his 
aroused rigidity. Her ruggedly handsome pursuer could not suppress a groan 
of pleasure that belched from his chest as this deliciously vulnerable young 
woman groound her ass cheeks tightly against the rapidly thrusting flesh of 
his rampaging, determined pecker. 

No longer was it necessary for Gilbert to grip her hips. The beautiful 
blonde was now pushing back with increasing hardness, gasping loudly, as if 
only every inch of his lust-thickened erection could quench the burning 
pangs of heated passion that raged uncontrollably in her wildly quivering 
belly. 

Nothing could cool the flames that burned within her. Nothing, at least, 
except the scalding liquid of his thick, steaming cream. She wanted his 
soothing orgasmic liquid to spurt in heavy gushes into the piercing depths 
of her ravaged bowels. 

Norm Gilbert gasped as the velvety warmth of his beautiful lover's ripe 
nether passage milked incitinly at the blood-filled length of his aching 
organ. He realized that soon the spurting droplets of hot cream would have 
to gush from the end of his rapidly rampaging cock, even though in a way he 
would hate to see that happen. As much enjoyment as he would derive from the 
wild climax that was certain to imminently take place, he also recognized 
that this supreme act of phallic triumph would be coming to an end. He would 
have liked to have kept it going forever, to continue jabbing his hard, 
sturdy prick into the depths of her rubbery rectum. He loved the way that 
her anal sheath took hold of his cock as he continued to force it into the 
depths of her inflamed asshole. 

His eyes devoured her, feasting on the incredible lasciviousness of her 
total, helpless nakedness. She kept on wildly squirming, gulping and 
sighing, and there he was fucking her in the ass like there was no tomorrow, 
grunting and sighing, his strong, sturdy body lunging back and forth as he 
took total command of her. 

He reached beneath her and grabbed the dangling, dancing orbs of her 
cascading, white breasts, squeezing them with delirious tightness in his 
palms, crushing the delicate pinkness of her crinkly, straw berry-textured 
nipples against his hand and raising welt-like ridges of flesh between his 
fingers. 

She lay back and gasped, continuing to listen to Norm Gilbert's grunting and 
sighing as his hands fervently tightened over the jiggling mounds of warm, 
resolute breast flesh. He pulled her back hurtfully against his bony hard 
pelvis, so cruelly that she cried out in unexpected pain despite the 
incredible arousal. He was going to gush shortly, he knew, and there was 
nothing that could hold him back. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT FUCKING," he gulped, spitting out the sounds 
like a curse. 

He then began to sigh pleasurably as he felt the dam of his male 
dominance-begin to collapse and the flood of his torrent-like sperm 
beginning to rush exquisitely along the tender, pulsing length of his firm, 
erect organ. He could feel those wildly titillating waves of dramatic 
passion in his cock and bails as he continued to plunge forward, letting his 
bloated orbs of testicle flesh slap against the rapidly undulating, ripely 
upturned flesh of her nether cheeks. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BAAAAAACCCCKKK," he sighed. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, 
KEEP MOVIN' YOUR HOT BUTT. OHHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS GREAT. OHHHH, THIS IS 
SCREWING. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

It seemed as if the entire world was somehow standing still for a split 
second. Norm Gilbert's heart pounded with fervent ecstasy as everything was 
focused in the lust-bloated knob at the end of his firmly rigid prick. 

The spurting viscous stream of white-hot semen started to ricochet from the 
end of his nozzle-like, rubbery organ, filling and inflaming her with his 
desire-heated cream until her burning rectum sloshed with his potent, 
life-giving liquid. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M IN YOU," he gulped. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP TWISTING 
YOUR HOT ASS. COME ON, TWIST YOUR BUNS, TWIST THEM REAL NICE. OOOHHH, IT'S 
GOTTA LAST, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I WANT IT TO LAST. OOOHHHH, THIS IS TOO MUCH. 
COME ON, OHHH, KEEP TWISTIN' YOUR HOT BUTT. MOVE IT, HONEY, OOOHHH, COME ON, 
TWIST IT." 

Norm's quick, charging fingers reached down and grabbed solidly for the 
sweaty warmth of his lover's searing, white, alabaster ass globes. The 
harder that he twisted with his frenzied finger movements, the more quickly 
that she clenched and unclenched her firmly resilient ass cheeks as his 
cannonading spear kept driving forward. All the while the steaming tornado 
steadily burst from the nub end of his long, inflated shaft, filling her 
bowels with his white-hot, viscous liquid. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU CAN FUCK WITH THE BEST OF THEM" he grunted. "COME ON, 
OOOHHH, MOVE YOUR BUTT AROUND, OHHHH, MOVE IT AROUND A LITTLE LONGER. 
OOOHHH, I'M ALMOST THROUGH NOW. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OHHHH, 
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SCREW." 

Her shapely hips twisted resoundingly for several more seconds as she felt 
the final few droplets of steaming white fluid spill into her ravaged 
asshole. 

The shapely blonde had been so overcome with sensation for the last few 
minutes that it wasn't until Norm released his now flaccid cock from her 
ravished behind that she felt the intense waves of acute pain. 

"Ohhh, it looks like I was right when I said you were gonna kill me back 
there," she winced. 

"You loved it, honey, you loved it all the way," he smiled. 

Affectionately Norm Gilbert pushed his puckered lips forward. He kissed- the 
sensuous, red lips of his beautiful lover, then released them. 

"You were just great," he said. "I'll tell you something else, too, honey." 

"What's that? Hope you're not gonna want to fuck my ass again." 

"Well, not now, anyway. But some other time, I sure will. Besides, after all 
the fun we had this time, I know you'll want to get some more of the same. 
Hell, I just know it." 

"It sounds like you've got one hell of a lot of confidence in yourself." 

"I do, but that's not what I'm basing my statement on. I'm basing it on the 
fact that you're about as horny a woman as I've ever fucked." 

"I've been told that before, but never when I was getting my ass fucked. Of 
course, I've never had it that way before." 

"You just went wild. I loved the way you kept flinging your butt around. It 
really made for a fantastic fuck." 

"Yes, I suppose it did," she sighed, "even though I'm feeling fantastic pain 
right now." 

"Sure, you will for a little while, but not for long," he patted her 
affectionately on her shapely ass globes. "This butt is really something 
extra. Oh, damned, like I said, I've got a new lease on life. I'm sorry that 
I let you down, honey. Let you and Ray, the rest of the guys, let 'em all 
down." 

"Well, the battle's certainly not lost, is it?" 

"Heir, no." 

"The race isn't until tomorrow afternoon." 

"That's right, honey. That's absolutely right," Norm Gilbert smiled. "Where 
are the boys? Back at the motel?" 

"That's where I sent them. I said you'd be coming over to see them" 

"Oh, yeah. Right now. I'm ready to work. I'm ready to get that car of yours 
in tip-top shape so you can win tomorrow. You know, this really put me in 
great spirits. When I feel like this it's like I'm unbeatable. We're gonna 
just catapult you to the top, honey. We're gonna see that you're the best 
damned little driver around." 

"That's good. Speaking of drivers, you've got a pretty good one yourself." 

"Oh, yeah, keep it stored up right down there between my legs," he winked. 
"Mary Jo, we're quite a team. This is just the first of many beautiful 
fucks." 

"Okay, honey. We've just gotta get those victories out there on that track." 

"With you drivin' and me takin' care of the things in the pits, we can't 
lose," he told her with steadfast determination. 

Mary Jo could see from the determined expression in Norm Gilbert's eyes that 
he was ready to give it his all. Even though she could still feel waves of 
pain in her anus, it had certainly been worth the effort. Not only had she 
enjoyed being fucked that way for the first time in her life. She also knew 
that it had been just the tonic for a depressed Norm Gilbert. She knew that 
he wouldn't be doing anymore drinking that night, nor the following day. 
From there on out he was concerned about just one thing, seeing to it that 
she achieved a victory. 

 Chapter Eight 

The following afternoon Mary Jo Stratton pulled off a major upset, finishing 
first in the Gainesville Stock Car Race which she had entered.-At thB close 
of the race her chief mechanic Norm Gilbert embraced her. 

"I guess that fuck up the ass went a long way toward victory," she whispered 
in his ear. 

"You don't know how far, honey. I haven't been the same since." 

"You *sure did a great job in the pits, sweetheart." 

"How's your ass feel?" 

"Not bad, not bad at all." 

"That's good. We're roilin' now, Mary Jo." 

"Yes, we are," she threw her arm around him, smiling with delirious ecstasy. 

On the heels of her Gainesville victory, the shapely blonde decided to enter 
a race in Chattanooga, Tennessee, which involved some of the better stock 
car drivers in the South. It was generally considered a more prestigious 
than the one in which she had prevailed at Gainesville, and with great 
determination, the beautiful blonde set out to achieve her objective. She 
saw to it that Norm Gilbert was entertained regularly. The enticing prospect 
of regular sex with the shapely blonde race car driver kept him in a high 
state of morale. 

Two days before the race, as she was stretched out looking at a soap opera 
in the comfort of her motel room, she was interrupted by the shrill ring of 
the telephone. 

"Hello," she said as she picked up the phone. 

"How's my little race car driver doin'?" she heard the cherry voice of J. D. 
Norman on the other end of the line. 

"Why J. D., how are you?" she bubbled ecstatically. 

"How are the preparations gettin' along for Sunday?" 

"Oh, fine, just fine," she said. 

"That's great, honey. You know, I'm figurin' that I've got me quite a hot 
property. I was just sorry that business wouldn't permit me to make it to 
Gainesville. But I've got a surprise for you." 

"That's that?" 

"I'm gonna be fly in' my private plane to Chattanooga. I'm gonna be there in 
the stands. I'm gonna be there to plant a victory kiss on my beautiful race 
car driver, the most beautiful driver around." 

"Oh, that's absolutely super," she laughed gleefully. "You're serious?" 

"Oh, yeah, and I'm gonna be bringin' somebody along with me, too." 

"Who is that? Some mistress you've got stored up somewhere?" 

They shared a laugh over her impromptu remark. 

"No, honey, the mistress that I've been keepin' LEGALLY for all these 
years," he chuckled. "My wife Gail. You two have never met, and no better 
time than the present. You know, she's gettin' all worked up about this. 
Felt real happy about you winnin' that race. You're really doin' Thomas 
Enterprises a whale of good. All that advertisin'. So we figured we might as 
well show up." 

"That's great, J. D. Where are you gonna be stay in'?" 

"Well, I've been figurin' this way. Gail and I have already booked the 
biggest suite at the Reed Hotel. That's right in the heart of town. Nicest 
hotel in Chattanooga." 

"Oh, yeah, I drove by it the other day. Real nice place." 

"So you've had time to see the sights of Chattanooga?" 

"Oh, yeah." 

"Did you see that Chattanooga choo-choo?" 

"I sure did." 

"I love that flashin' sign at night. Oh, yeah, that place's got atmosphere." 

"Yes, I saw it. Been concentratin' awful hard on gettin' ready for that 
race, though. So has my crew. That Norm Gilbert's doin' a whale of a job." 

"Yep, from what I've been hearin', i guess he is. You get to see Lookout 
Mountain?" 

"That view from the top is fantastic. All them Civil War monuments. You get 
such a view, too." 

"That's right. You can see five states from there. So I'm glad my little 
girl has had a chance to at least see some of Chattanooga." 

"So you'll be stayin at the Reed." 

"That's right. And after the race, well, we got a little surprise in store 
for you, honey. So you just do your best in that race. But I'm figurin' 
you're gonna win it. How about you?" 

"I see you've got that winning spirit," she laughed. "Yes, definitely, I'm 
gonna win it. You know, I fee! even better about this race than I felt about 
the one in Gainesville." 

"That's good. You know, Thomas Enterprises ain't gonna back a loser. When S 
agreed to sponsor you, that told a story. It told one thing. That S figured 
you were gonna go ail the way to the top, and that I was willin' to pull out 
any stops that I could to see that you get there. Okay, you were off on your 
own more or less in that Gainesville race. So you won it. All right, you win 
this one, too, and we're gonna see to it that you get just the right kind of 
exposure. You know, stories in the right newspapers, magazines. We've got 
somethin' real nice in you, sweetheart. ! mean, we got a damned sexy woman, 
and, on top of that, we got a girl who's a talented race car driver. We'll 
get you plenty of ink, just the right kind, we'll talk your name up in the 
right circles, and pretty soon you're gonna be on top. And so is Thomas 
Enterprises." 

"Of course. We can both benefit. That's what I said right at the beginning." 

"And like the shrewd businessman that I hope I am, I was willin' to listen. 
Always willin' to listen to something that I figure I'm gonna benefit from." 

"You did, you really did. I heard you were that way. I heard you were the 
kind of man who'd recognize a good deal. I was a nobody as far as you were 
concerned. But you still listened." 

"Mary Jo, honey, you'd never be a nobody where ANYBODY was concerned," he 
said. "That would include the president, any dictator you want to mention, 
any royalty." 

"You say the sweetest things." 

"So, anyway, we'll be seein' you at the race. Just get in there and do your 
best, honey, because I'm figurin' that that's good enough." 

"Oh, yeah, we're gonna win it. You wait and see. You know, it took that 
first race to really get me to feelin' just right. I mean, just the right 
level of confidence. Now that I got that one under my belt, I'm gonna win 
this one, too. I'm gonna win it big, and I'm gonna dedicate it to you and 
Mrs. Norman." 

"Awful sweet of you, honey. You know, you're just the kind of girl who 
deserves to make ft to the top. You get in there and work. Even though you 
got a beautiful face and body, you're not tryin' to just get by on your 
appearance. You're hangin' in there and workin', workin' that beautiful 
little tail off, and I'm proud of you, right proud of you." 

"I'm proud of the man who sponsors me," Mary Jo said. 

"Okay, honey, so, like I said, be seein' you out there at the track." 

"Thanks very much for callin', J. D. Always a pleasure to hear from you." 

"My pleasure, honey, my pleasure," he said. 

With that the prominent textile manufacturer hung up the telephone. Mary 
Jo's heart beat with steady rapidity. Just a mile away Norm Gilbert was 
presiding over the pit crew, getting her car in tip-top shape for the big 
race. She clapped her hands with glee. This was her ticket to the big time. 
Apparently J. D. Norman was impressed by her ability, and felt that her 
victory at Gainesville was sufficient to justify a closer involvement in the 
entire scene. It made her feel good to think that as powerful a man as J. D. 
Norman would be flying his private jet to see her race. 

 Chapter Nine 

Spurred on by the knowledge that J. D. Norman would be flying to Chattanooga 
to cheer her on to victory, Mary Jo Stratton supervised last-minute 
preparations prior to the race. 

Norm Gilbert and his crew were primed for a major effort, and on Sunday 
afternoon, with Mr. and Mrs. Norman leading the cheers, the beautiful Mary 
Jo secured the biggest victory of her racing career. 

It was not an easy win, but a hard-fought one in which she had been forced 
to come from behind to secure the victory. 

The beautiful blonde was flabbergasted when, at the close of the race, a 
number of photographers and reporters from national publications closed in 
on her. She also was interviewed by several television commentators, one of 
which was a national correspondent 

"I can't believe it," she said after it was all over. 

J. D. Norman planted a happy kiss on her cheek, while his beautiful wife 
Gail stood next to J. D. and Mary Jo. The flash bulbs popped and Mary Jo 
could not have been happier. 

After the reporters and photographers left, while she was standing alone 
with J. D. and his lovely, statuesque, dark-haired wife, the head of Thomas 
Enterprises popped a surprise. 

"All those big correspondents, you'll be seein' them again tonight," he 
grinned. 

"I will?" Mary Jo looked at him quizzically. 

"That's right honey," Gail Norman confirmed. "They're gonna be at the big 
party that we're gonna have at the Reed Hotel." 

"How wonderful!" 

"A big victory celebration. Champagne, dinner, the whole works," J. D. 
Norman smiled amiably. "Like I said before, when J. D. Norman gets involved, 
it's first class all the way." 

"Oh, yes, I really believe that," Mary Jo smiled brightly. "How wonderful. 
What a wonderful feeling. Oh, to be a winner, and to get this kind of 
acclaim. Where did all those people come from?" 

"We'll talk about all that later," J. D. Norman replied, after which his 
wife nodded. "The important thing for you now is to get a little rest, 
honey, because this is gonna be your big night. And naturally Norm Gilbert 
and his crew, they're all invited. Expect to have them there. After all, 
where would we be without 'em?" 

"That's right," Mary Jo nodded. "I was just gonna ask you about Norm and the 
boys." 

"Well, they're gonna be our honored guests, too," a smiling Gail Norman 
said, patting Mary Jo on the shoulder affectionately. 

"The important thing now, honey, is for you to get some rest," J. D. said. 
"The party ain't gonna start till eight o'clock. So I suppose you're pretty 
tired to begin with." 

"That I am," she said, mopping some sweat from her brow. "After all, it was 
pretty tough." 

"Yes, it was, but you hung in there," J. D. Norman told her proudly. 

"Anyway, my dear, it was a real pleasure meeting you," Gail held her hand 
out gracefully. Mary Jo shook it. 

"Same here," Mary Jo replied. 

"Be lookin' forward to seein' you tonight at eight," Gail Norman said. 

"Yes, be seein' you folks later," Mary Jo said. "And thanks for all that 
you've done. You've both been wonderful." 

"Just get your rest," J. D. Norman told her. "You've got a big night ahead 
of you." 

Even though Mary Jo was tired, she had a great deal of difficulty falling 
asleep. She was much too excited, her head spinning. What astounded her the 
most was that she had received national coverage. Her thoughts reverted back 
to the phone conversation she had with J. D. Norman, when he had called her 
from his office in New Orleans to inform her that he would be traveling in 
his private jet to Chattanooga to watch her race. He had mentioned that he 
would see to it that she was provided with good coverage, but she had not 
recognized that at the time he was referring to THAT particular evening. 

Now she was overjoyed at the prospect of getting write-ups and television 
exposure all over the country. 

After calling up Norm Gilbert and telling him about the invitation, 
informing him that his crew members should all be apprised of the party and 
prepare accordingly, she gulped down a can of beer, which she hoped would 
finally make her drowsy enough to get some sleep. The beer proved to be a 
satisfactory tonic, and so she slept soundly for the next few hours, arising 
at a few minutes oast six and slipping into her best dress, a lovely blue 
one which showed off her figure to good advantage without being 
provocatively erotic. 

When she arrived at the Reed Hotel, there was already a maelstrom of 
activity going on in the banquet suite that had already been set aside for 
their party. She couldn't help but notice how handsome and distinguished J. 
D. Norman looked in a black suit. She couldn't help but be impressed, 
either, by the statuesque loveliness of his beautiful wife, who looked as if 
she definitely belonged in the upper crust of Southern society, a roll that 
she had significantly occupied throughout her entire life. She wore a 
shimmering white gown which showed off her slim, astoundingly lovely figure 
to good advantage. She carried herself with a natural elegance as she moved 
through the throngs of reporters and television commentators, greeting them 
with great aplomb, ingratiating herself with all of them, Due to the fact 
that the Normans were so busy talking to so many people, the beautiful Mary 
Jo spent most of her time chatting with Norm Gilbert. A few minutes before 
ten, however, Gail Norman walked over to her. 

"Honey, my husband and I are going to be retiring to our suite," she smiled. 
"We'd appreciate it if you'd come up in about half an hour. Would that be 
all right? We're in Room 942." 

"A half hour from now?" 

"That's right," she nodded. "We'd like to have an opportunity to talk with 
you alone. You know, to discuss upcoming strategy. We're a team at Thomas 
Enterprises, as you well know." 

"Of course. I'd be happy to meet you in your suite." 

"You know how it is. You can't talk here. Anyway, my husband and I, we've 
been taking care of a lot of business. You know, you've got to develop the 
good old public relations image if you want to really get ahead. You're 
gonna have that pretty face of yours splashed on magazines and newspapers 
all over the country, honey, and to do it right it takes effort." 

"I know and I sure appreciate what you've been doing." 

"We've been helping you and you've been helping us. When you win, Thomas 
Enterprises wins as well, my dear. At any rate, sorry we baven't had anymore 
chance to talk to you during the party." 

"Oh, that's all right." 

"But we did see to it that just the right people got invited here, and that 
the right ones got an opportunity to talk to you." 

"Yes, they were very charming. Nice and gracious." 

"That's good," Gail Norman said. "Anyway, honey, J. D. and I are gonna be 
leaving now. So just drop up to our suite in about half an hour." 

"Yes, Room 942." 

"That's right." 

She watched as she took her husband's arm and together they strolled out of 
the room, bidding final good-evenings to some of the members of the press. 

Mary Jo sipped champagne for the next few minutes, in the course of which 
she talked to a magazine reporter from New York. She finally excused herself 
to leave the gathering. She graciously thanked the guests, bidding each of 
them good-night, after which she sighed with relief as she stepped into the 
elevator and closed it, pushing the button for the ninth floor. It made her 
feel good to know that she would no longer be in the spotlight for the rest 
of the evening. She would be able to relax in the privacy of the Norman 
suite. 

She rapped on the door of Room 942. Moments later the door opened. A smiling 
J. D. Norman, drink in hand, opened the door and let her in. He was attired 
in a burgundy robe that contained his initials in white lace. 

"Enter, enter," he said. 

As Mary Jo sat down in a chair, J. D. walked over toward the bar. 

"What can I pour you, my dear?" he asked. 

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not really thisty, J. D. Thanks." 

"Come on now," he said. "Gail and J are always a little suspicious if 
somebody won't drink with us. We're tryin' to be hospitable, girl, that's 
all." 

"All right," she laughed. "I'll just have whatever you're drinking." 

"I'm havin' me a Jack Daniels and Seven-Up. My usual. Most women don't drink 
bourbon. That all right with you?" 

"Sure. Jack Daniels would be fine," she assured him. 

"You sure now? We've got vodka. Could serve you up a nice Screwdriver or 
Bloody Mary. We've got Scotch. One of the best. Cutty Sark. Rather have 
that?" 

"All right. That would be fine. Maybe some Scotch and water." 

"Comin' up," he winked. "That's what my wife drinks." 

It wasn't until she began to sip from the Scotch that the beautiful blonde 
thought she heard the sound of running water emanating from the bathroom. 
She observed a light on in the bathroom as well. As she sipped her Scotch, 
J. D. Norman paced slowly across the floor of the spacious suite. He talked 
animatedly about future possibilities for Mary Jo, flinging his arms and 
beaming happy smiles whenever he thought he had made a particularly good 
point. 

"You see, Mary Jo, what it takes to win in business is enthusiasm," he said. 
"Takes the same thing out on the race track. Ain't that so?" 

"Absolutely right. J. D." 

"We're winners, honey. I can see that. It takes a winning attitude to win. 
That's what you've got and that's what I've got. Ain't that right?" 

"Rught on, J. D." 

"Absolutely. We think the same way, sweetheart." 

J. D. then did' something that totally astounded the beautiful blonde. He 
set his now empty glass down on a table, then walked briskly toward her. In 
an instant he was flinging his arms around her and kissing her passionately 
on the lips. 

It was one thing for J. D. Norman to philander away from his wife, Mary Jo 
thought, and that was apparently acceptable insofar as their relationship 
was concerned. But it was completely different, she reasoned, to be 
passionately kissed by him when his wife was apparently just a few feet 
away. 

The whole thing was beginning to perplex her. If J. D. Norman had been by 
himself, she would have thought nothing of him inviting her up to his suite 
and kissing her. After all, she had seduced him in his office, and she 
continued to hold a strong belief that the seduction had had a good deal to 
do with her having gained his sponsorship and active participation in her 
driving career. But now here he was, his hot lips pushing passionately 
against her own as he held on tightly to her. 

Her heart palpitated with great nervousness. This was just the kind of thing 
that she did not need. After all, Gail Norman had been extremely sweet and 
helpful, and she could never forget just how graciously she had handled 
members of the media. The future success of a smoothly functioning team was 
now being jeopardized through J. D.'s passionate desires. 

Just what could Gail Norman be doing anyway? she wondered. It was a strange 
time for her to take a shower or bath, just at the same point in time when 
she was due up. Of course, that wouldn't have to be so strange. Perhaps she 
was expecting to just take a quick shower, then would join her husband and 
Mary Jo to converse about Mary Jo's future. 

As his lips remained firmly locked against hers, Mary Jo heard a door open. 
That was followed by footsteps. n 

Her heart beat more rapidly than ever and she closed her eyes, pushing them 
tightly shut, afraid to look up. At that moment her pursuing lover withdrew 
his ips from hers. 

"Hello there, darlin'," J. D. said. "Finish your shower?" 

"Yeah," Mary Jo heard rollicking laughter emanating from Gail. "Guess I 
caught you two lovebirds in the act." 

Slowly Mary Jo managed to open her eyes. When she did so she was staring 
into the alert brown eyes of the beautiful Gail Norman, who was standing 
only a few feet away from her. 

Mary Jo's mouth popped open and she stared at the willowy brunette with 
disbelief. The stately, elegant woman of New Orleans' society, patroness of 
the arts, one of the most prominent party givers of the South, was staring 
into Mary Jo's eyes as she stood with her hands on her hips. She was totally 
naked! 

Not only was Mary Jo shocked over Mrs. Norman's response to a strange 
situation. She couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the flowing, 
voluptuous form of the statuesque beauty. Never had Mary Jo seen a figure 
that impressed her more, and she had been extremely figure conscious, having 
danced topless in one of Bourbon Street's more popular clubs. Despite the 
fact that some of the girls who had been contemporaries of hers at the club, 
along with herself, had possessed captivating figures, she thought at that 
moment that Gail Norman's was the most exquisite she had ever seen. 

"You look like you've seen a ghost or somethin', honey," Gail Norman smiled. 
"That's wrong with lookin' at a woman when she's naked? I've got the same 
equipment you have." 

Her husband burst into immediate loud laughter. 

"I think our little gal's shook up," J. D. said. 

"I guess we're gonna have to tell her a little somehin' about our lifestyle, 
honey." 

"You mean about our little marriage arrangement?" Gail looked at her husband 
and winked. 

Mary Jo continued to stare at Gail Norman as she eased her supple body 
downward with magnificent grace and elegance, wiggling her buttocks slightly 
as she slid her smooth, magnificently tapered legs downward and stretched 
out in the middle of the huge bed. As she extended her legs slightly, Mary 
Jo caught her first good look at the beautiful brunette's vagina. She could 
see that the graceful Southern matron apparently shaved her pussy with 
regularity. There was just a thin fringe of raven-colored hair which adorned 
her pink jewel. Apart from that, all that could be seen was the glowing 
pinkness of her captivating vagina. 

J. D. - Norman looked over at Mary Jo and smiled. Slowly he eased out of his 
robe. Mary Jo let out a gasp as he tossed it aside, after which he, too, was 
completely naked. 

He let his body slide downward until he was perched atop the bed, lying just 
a few inches away from his beautiful wife. As far as Mary Jo was concerned 
she could not remember having seen a more erotic sight anywhere. There was 
the elegantly handsome, gray-haired J. D. Norman, his body sleek and 
muscular, lying next to his exquisitely voluptuous wife. 

"You see, honey, contrary to what you might think, Gail wouldn't frown on 
seein' us kissin' like that," J. D. Norman explained. "Tell her, honey." 

"No, no problem at all," Gail said. "Nothin' to get all bent out of shape 
over, Mary Jo, honey. Matter of fact, I'm what you'd call a switch-hitter, 
but I really don't switch all that much. Cm bigger on women than I am on 
men. You get what I'm drivin' at?" 

"Yes," Mary Jo gulped, barely able to believe her ears. 

"You see, we made ourselves a real nice arrangement," J. D. winked. Gail's 
always been more turned on with women than men. Naturally that would pose a 
problem, bein' from a wealthy, aristocratic family and all. She naturally 
had to get married. Had to have children. Carry on the family tradition." 

"The Thomases are one of the proudest families not only in the South, but in 
the entire country," Gail Thomas Norman explained. "It was naturally 
important for me to get married. Not only that, but I was attracted to J. D. 
right from the start. Still am. It's just that I don't get strong urges 
sexually for men all that often. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty particular 
even when it comes to women, but I must say that I go ape in the presence of 
the right one." 

"Needless to say, she went ape even before she saw you," J. D. laughed. "I 
couldn't say too much right at the beginning, honey. I didn't want to lay 
too much on you at one time. Already you look completely shocked. You can 
hardly talk. Right, honey?" 

"This all is comin' as a pretty big surprise," Mary Jo admitted. "I mean, J. 
D., I'd heard you played around and all, and I figured maybe it wouldn't be 
all that harmful for me to seduce you. But I figured that you just get a 
little piece here and a little piece there, but after it's all over you go 
back to your wife." 

"I think I told you somethin' that day in my office about me and my wife not 
sere win' all that much," he said. "Didn't I kinda intimate that?" 

"You might have said somethin' like that," she shrugged, "but I figured that 
that had a whole lot to do with you tryin' to impress me with the fact that 
there wasn't anything wrong with me spreadin' my legs for you." 

"Oh, no, just kinda hintin' in the right direction," he said. "Of course, I 
couldn't make you aware of the whole thing. I was waitin' for the proper 
time. So I told Gail that night that I had tied myself into a real beautiful 
piece, a gorgeous blonde, somebody that I figured she'd like, too. You see, 
when I run into somethin' real nice, somebody I figure is gonna be Gail's 
type, I tell her about it." 

"I admire my husband," Gail Norman said. "He's what I call the model of 
integrity." 

"He's a wonderful man," Mary Jo nodded, beginning to loosen up a little as 
the Normans explained more and more about their unique situation. 

"And this wife of mine is a wonderful gal," J. D. Norman grinned, reaching 
over and patting his wife playfully on the buttocks. "I'll tell you 
somethin', Mary Jo, it's my wife who has all the big connections with the 
media. You see, we talked this whole thing through, and we were figurin' 
that you were gonna give us a good finish. I mean, even if you didn't win, 
we figured you'd place high." 

"Of course, I always could have had car trouble," Mary Jo grinned. 

"Yeah, there's that possibility, too, but we had the elements of a good 
story there," J. D. said. "You see, the Thomases have had people in the 
family who owned newspapers. I guess you can get the connection there. Just 
how Gail developed all these big contacts." 

"I must admit that I wasn't aware of all this," Mary Jo said. "Matter of 
fact, I didn't know about any media tie-in at all. I'm sure grateful to you, 
Gail. You two have been wonderful. You're both wonderful people." 

"Oh, thank you, honey, but I like to help somebody along who has talent," 
Gail smiled. "Doesn't hurt if she's beautiful, either." 

"No, it doesn't," J. D. exclaimed. 

"I've got this big handsome guy to thank for tellin' me all about you," Gail 
said. "Of course, once he got involved, I would have found out." 

"By hook or by crook," J. D. Norman smiled. 

"That's right," Gail nodded, then stared into Mary Jo's eyes. The longer 
that her eyes met 

Mary Jo's, the more intensely that they began to smolder. It was obvious 
that the brunette had just one thing in mind at that moment. "Tell me 
something, honey, and I hope you don't mind me askin' you personal 
questions." 

"Of course not," Mary Jo gulped. 

"What I want to know is how many times you've gotten it on with a girl. 
Since you're so beautiful, I know you've been approached, and approached 
many times. You've swung, haven't you?" 

"Yeah, I have, but not much," Mary Jo gulped, her heart beginning to 
palpitate nervously. 

"I'm not tryin' to make you feel uncomfortable. I would like to know, 
though, I mean, if you don't mind talkin' about it." 

"No, I had one affair." 

"Anything that happened over a long period of time?" ' 

"Oh, no. Really over just a few months. And even then it was on again, off 
again. It was a beautiful Creole girl who was dancing at the club with me. 
We'd both just broken up with boyfriends and we kind of found each other." 

"Sounds beautiful," Gail smiled. 

"It didn't last too long, though." 

"Who broke it off?" J. D. asked curiously. 

"Actually I did," Mary Jo said slowly. "You see, here's the way that it 
went. We were gettin' along just fine, but then there was this big-shot 
lawyer. Married man. He went ape over the 

Creole girl and wanted to put her up in a fashionable apartment in the Latin 
Quarter." 

"Did she go along with it?" J. D. asked. 

"Yeah, she did. I encouraged her to go ahead. After all, it was a big step 
forward for her. This guy had all kinds of money. Bought her all kinds of 
beautiful clothes. Brand-new Lincoln Continental. Yeah, it was a pretty good 
thing for her, but then, you see, he wanted to get me involved, too. This 
Creole girl asked me to move in with her. Said that we could both kind of 
keep this guy company, and that he'd keep me gpin', too." 

"So you turned that down?" Gail asked. 

"That's right. It was gettin' too sticky. Well, I'll tell you. I'll level 
with you. I was kind of gettin' scared of the idea of gettin' too attached 
to another woman anyway. I'd always gone the straight route before, and to 
tell you the truth, if this woman hadn't been so beautiful I probably 
wouldn't have veered from it at all, even though I've certainly had plenty 
of men in my life. Never been married, but sure have had my share of 
lovers." 

"I appreciate a woman who can speak with candor," Gail said. "Well, I guess 
it's pretty obvious from what we've been say in' that I'm attracted to you, 
honey. Matter of fact, like my husband said, I just about went ape when I 
saw your picture. I went double ape when I saw you." 

"Thank you. I take that as a compliment. I really mean that." 

"From the way you were lookin' at me just a few seconds ago, when you saw me 
naked for the first time, I get the feelin' that the attraction I feel for 
you isn't one-sided. Am I right about that?" 

"My head's spinnin' so fast I can hardly think," Mary Jo said candidly. "I 
mean, you're a beautiful, woman. A stunning-looking woman. You couldn't be 
any more appealing. It's just that, like I said before, I've been involved 
mostly with men, and I always did feel a tittle uptight whenever I'd go to 
bed with this beautiful girl that I danced with." 

"But maybe now it's time for you to come out of your shell," Gail smiled. 
"Not that I'm gonna discourage you from gettin' involved with men, 
especially handsome men like my husband here. It's just that you're the kind 
of beautiful woman who oughta go both ways. You oughta experiment and find 
out some of the delightful sensations that can be derived from another 
woman. They're unique sensations. Well, you oughta know that. You had that 
Creole lover you were just talkin' about." 

"Yes, I gotta admit, a lot of it was beautiful. Even if I'd go back and 
forth and sometimes feel guilty about the whole thing. 

"The thing to do is throw guilt right out the window," J. D. Norman said. 
"Nothin' strange about goin' for somebody like my wife. She's beautiful. She 
attracts women all the time. So what about it, honey? You two can get it off 
and then I'll join you and we'll make it a threesome. Gail and I have done 
this a lot of times." 

"We sure have," Gail smiled. "And I must say that I've never looked forward 
to it anymore than I do right now. You know, honey, this pussy of mine is 
quivering like crazy just bein' around you, just lookin' at you. Just 
starin' at that beautiful face and body of yours." 

"Oh, Gail, I hardly know what to say," she sighed. "You are beautiful. Yes, 
I'm feelin' something, too. I can admit it. It isn't easy, but I can." 

"You see, all you gotta do is throw off those old inhibitions, and they're 
not gonna do anything but serve as a barrier to your pleasure. So don't 
worry about it, honey, just let yourself go. Enjoy yourself. You hear?" 

"Oh, yes, yes," she sighed. 

At that point, as Gail nodded to her husband, J. D. got up from the bed. He 
sprawled out on a nearby chair, watching as his beautiful wife extended her 
legs widely, then reached down with her right hand and allowed her fingers 
to glide against the sparse curls of her shaved pubic box. 

"OOOHHHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD," Gail said. 

 Chapter Ten 

The level of friction continued to increase as Gail Norman eased her fingers 
into the moist triangle of her increasingly dampening pussy. 

An infatuated Mary Jo Stratton's heart-pounded vigorously as she sat on the 
edge of her chair, feeling waves of titillation in her crotch as she watched 
the beautiful brunette on the bed continue to manipulate her fingers inside 
the dampness of her vagina. She watched with growing interest the pendulous 
movements of her firm, ripe buttocks as they scraped against the crisp white 
bed sheets beneath her. 

"OOOHHH, THIS FEELS SO GOOD," Gail sighed. She then stared longingly at Mary 
Jo. "Come on, Mary Jo, baby. Get your clothes off. I want you to join me 
here on the bed. Come on, you've gotta do it now, sweetheart, let's get into 
it. Throw away those inhibitions. You don't need to be feelin' that way. 
It's as natural as can be, two beautiful women like you and me, gettin' 
turned on with each other." 

She continued to stare at the scintillating brunette as she lay there, 
buttocks twitching, sighing as she manipulated her fingers steadily into the 
moist warmth of her pussy. 

J. D. Norman, who was sitting in a chair, taking in the action, looked over 
at Mary Jo and supplied his own encouragement. 

"Mary Jo, get into it," he said. "Come on, you're hoidin' the action up. 
You're lookin' at two damned mighty horny people. That's all we talked about 
on the plane headin' to Chattanooga. We kept talkin' about how great it 
would be to screw with you. Gail's been lookin' forward to it for a long 
time. Come on, you can't deny her, especially now that you're turned on with 
her, and don't tell me you're not, I could tell from the way those eyes of 
yours were rollin' every time you looked at her crotch." 

The beautiful Mary Jo had to silently admit that J. D. was correct, as 
usual. Slowly she eased her body upward from the chair on which she had been 
sitting. It wasn't until she was standing that she recognized that beads of 
sweat had formed on her palms and that her hands were trembling. She kept 
telling herself to calm down. Mary Jo felt more than a little embarrassed 
over demonstrating such fear in front of these two sexually liberated 
people. What bothered her the most was that, when she'd made her play for J. 
D., she had acted like the most experienced woman in the world. Actually she 
had had her share of affairs, but had never extended her horizons in the 
manner in which Gail apparently had. She recalled once more the sultry 
brunette beauty with whom she'd had sex. The Creole girl who had danced at 
the club was very much like 

Gail, a little shorter, perhaps not as lithe as the perfectly proportioned 
society matron, but none the less quite a beauty in her own right. 

Mary Jo kept telling herself that if she could make it with one woman, she 
could make it with a second. Suddenly she began to think about what had 
happened with the Creole girl and how the relationship had come to an end. 
She recognized how truly foolish she had been to bring it to the termination 
point. 

Now she had an opportunity to make two significant contacts. Yes, they were 
already sponsoring her, but the friendlier she became toward them, the more 
she was certain that they would do on her behalf. 

Gail's eyes widened with sparkling expectancy as the beautiful blonde 
wiggled out of her dress. 

"What a pair of legs," Gail lauded as the beautiful blonde stripped off her 
dress and stood vulnerably exposed in her crisp white panties and matching 
brassiere. "And damned, what tits. Come on, honey, finish the job and come 
on right over here." 

Once that Mary Jo had stripped down to her panties and bra, the beautiful 
brunette grew more restless than ever. She could hear the heavy gasping 
sounds emanating from tfie tempestuous Gail Norman as she slid her fingers 
with stirring rapidity into the captivating depths of her vaginal cavern. As 
Mary Jo stared at her crotch carefully, she could observe the steady 
precipitation that was surfacing in the beautiful brunette's cunt as she 
wove her hips back and forth, grinding them concentrically against the bed 
as she propelled herself that much closer to the state of a stirring orgasm. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE," she sighed loudly. "OOOHHH, 
AAAHHH, I'M SHOOTING, AAHHHH, IT FEELS SO NICE. YES, OHHHH, THE STUFF, 
OHHHH, IT'S SHOOTING OUT OF ME, OHHHH, SHOOTING, OOOHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, 
BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL. COME ON OVER HERE AND JOIN ME, BABY. YOU WANT TO GET 
INTO IT. YES, OOOHHH, WE'LL MAKE SUCH BEAUTIFUL MUSIC TOGETHER." 

As Mary Jo listened to the jangle of the bed springs from the steady 
activity of the beautiful brunette as she ground her buttocks against the 
bed, she quickly began to remove her brassiere. As she tossed it casually 
aside, revealing the whiteness of her firm, jutting tits, Gail released her 
fingers from her pussy and smiled brightly. 

"OHHHH, WHAT SUPER TITS!" she exclaimed. "THIS IS FANTASTIC. OKAY, HONEY, 
OFF WITH THOSE PANTIES. COME ON, TAKE THEM OFF. TAKE THEM OFF AND THEN LET'S 
GET INTO IT. LET'S GET INTO SOME FANTASTIC FUCKING. OHHH, YOU KNOW YOU WANT 
IT. I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. I WANT IT, TOO, AND I'M SURE AS HELL NOT 
ASHAMED TO ADMIT IT." 

"This is gonna be really somethin'," J. D. laughed, clapping his hands 
gleefully. "If there's one thing I almost enjoy as much as ballin' a chick, 
it's watchin' my beautiful wife take one on. But don't worry, Mary Jo, 
honey. I'm gonna be in on the action, too. It's just that I promised I'd 
give Gail first shot at you. After ail, she's never had you yet." 

"That's right, and I'm eager, downright eager to fuck with this beautiful 
little blonde," the brunette grinned. 

Mary Jo reached down and made a quick grab for the crotch-band of her 
panties. She pulled and tugged quickly, gliding the white silky panties down 
her thighs and ankles and then, ultimately, stepping out of them altogether 
and extending her legs, giving Gail her first good look at her pussy. 

Gail stared silently for several moments at Mary Jo's vanilla-colored pubic 
mound, and then, finally, at the tantalizing pink organ beneath her pubic 
hairs. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON OVER HERE," Gail smiled. "THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN 
WAITIN' FOR. WE'RE GONNA MAKE SOME MUSIC, SWEETHEART, SOME BEAUTIFUL MUSIC. 
JUST YOU AND ME. OOOHHH, WHAT A SCREW WE'RE GONNA HAVE. OOOHHH, IT'S GONNA 
BE SO NICE. YES, IT'S GONNA BE JUST BEAUTIFUL." 

Immediately Gail reached out and let her fingers pry warmly against the 
sensuous firmness of Mary Jo's jutting breasts. She reached down and toyed 
with the cone-like flesh, grinding her fingers tightly against it, letting 
them push and shove against the alabaster smoothness of the blonde beauty's 
tits as Mary Jo let them jiggle, moving from side to side. 

The faster that Gail pushed her fingers against the blonde beauty's ripely 
undulating breast flesh, the less anxiety that Mary Jo felt. At first she 
had been more than a little fearful about getting involved sexually with 
this beautiful woman, but now she was beginning to feel a whole lot calmer 
about the whole thing. She could hardly believe just how relaxed she was 
starting to feel in the brunette beauty's presence. Mary Jo learned to 
develop an enjoyment for the quick, probing finger thrusts that Gail sent 
forth as she pushed them against her breasts. She would move her fingers 
slowly for several strokes, then would press her fingers more tightly 
against the warmth of her captivating boobs. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT FLESH IS GETTING HARD," Gail smiled triumphantly. 
"OHHHH, JUST FEELIJMG THOSE NIPPLES TURNS ME ON. THEY'RE SO HARD, OHHH, 
HONEY, THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL. YOU'RE TURNED ON, YOU'RE TURNED ON, AND THAT 
TURNS ME ON THAT MUCH MORE. HOW I LOVE IT. OHHH, HOW I LOVE IT." 

Gail's fingers kept on pressing tightly, working their way against the taut 
nipples and firm breasts of the beautiful Mary Jo. She released her fingers 
finally from her breasts, then let them trail down the smoothness of her 
alabaster skin until, ultimately, her fingers were fastening tightly around 
the smooth sensuality of Mary Jo's thighs. 

Quickly Gail parted the blonde beauty's legs, after which she let her head 
sink down between them until her sensitive nostrils inhaled the invigorating 
scent of the beautiful blonde's pussy. Being able to inhale her womanly 
fragrance only served to excite Gail that much more, and make her completely 
aware of the fact that she was totally sharing herself with this beautiful 
young race car driver, for whom she had felt such strong urgings. 

Gail puckered up her lips, then suddenly drove them forward toward the ripe 
lips of the devastating blonde's pussy. As a result of the steady finger 
attention that Gail had earlier applied to her warm breasts and dazzling 
nipples, Mary Jo's vagina had already become slightly moist. As Gail's lips 
pushed forward and penetrated against the soggy warmth of Mary Jo's flushed 
pussy lips, Mary Jo's entire body twitched as her buttocks clenched and 
unclenched and she heaved a loud, deep sigh. Mary Jo had been completely 
taken by surprise, not realizing that Gail would make such a bold move this 
fast. She had anticipated a long period of finger ministrations against the 
warmth of her succulent breasts before Gail settled into anything this bold, 
but she could see just how excited this breautiful brunette was to enjoy the 
ultimate in physical sensation from her. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP," she sighed. "OHHHH, 
HONEY, OOOHHH, KEEP PUSHIN' YOUR LIPS AGAINST MY PUSSY. OHHHH, I LIKE THAT 
FEELING. AAAHHH, IT FEELS SO GREAT. OHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I 
LOVE IT." 

Gail felt inspired enough to kiss her pussy a second time, then a third, as 
the beautiful blonde responded with dazzling urgency, kicking out with her 
firm, supple thighs and curling her toes as she began to accumulate beads of 
sweat and heave loud, deep gasps. Gail could see that Mary Jo was extremely 
responsive, and was already immersed in a flood tide of sensuality as she 
kept on kissing the warmth of her soggy pussy, kissing it time and again, 
until Mary Jo was driven into a state of delirious ecstasy. 

After that Gail withdrew her lips from her lover's vagina. She reached out 
with her tongue, letting it grind up and down against the firmness of Mary 
Jo's left leg. After that she repeated the same action against her right 
thigh, after which she alternately sucked one leg, then the other, and all 
the while she let her fingers roam unrestrainedly against the satiny 
whiteness of the blonde beauty's curvaceous ass cheeks. 

As for Mary Jo, her head swam deliriously in a sea of tempestuous sexual 
ecstasy. She could scarcely believe just how quickly she had adjusted to sex 
with this beautiful brunette. She recalled how she had been drawn into sex 
with her Creole lover. On that occasion her brunette friend had been the 
experienced partner, just as Gail was the experienced partner now, but 
it-had taken a good deal of coaxing before Mary Jo was willing to go any 
further than to exchange kisses and affectionate hugs with the sexy dancer. 
But now she was completely alive with burning sensuality, willing to scale 
the heights with Gail as she kept on feeling the quick, projecting tongue 
thrusts that moved up and down the warmth of her sinewy thighs with 
salacious desire. 

When the beautiful Gail released her tongue from her lover's thighs, J. D. 
jumped up from the chair on which he had been sitting. He stood just a few 
feet away from the bed, breathing heavily, and as he did he manipulated his 
fingers stirringly up and down the full length of his rock-hard cock. 

Mary Jo took a quick look in J. D.'s direction, observing the manner in 
which his fingers were projecting against the full length of his blue-veined 
stiffness. It inspired her all the more to enjoy sex to the ultimate with 
his beautiful wife. 

"OOOHHH, DAMNED, YOU TWO WOMEN ARE TOO MUCH," he gulped. "OOOHHH, MATTER OF 
FACT, I JUST MIGHT JUICE RIGHT HERE. THIS IS TOO MUCH, WATCHIN' YOU TWO. 
WHAT A COUPLE OF FANTASTIC WOMEN. OOOHHH, CAN YOU EVER FUCK." 

 Chapter Eleven 

While J. D. watched with wild-eyed excitement, forced to release his fingers 
from his cock for fear that he would prematurely explode, the two beauties 
continued to cavort unrestrainedly and unashamedly on the bed in front of 
him. 

After gliding her tongue back and forth against the warmth of Mary Jo's 
thighs, the dazzling brunette eased her tongue forward, letting it tickle 
the budding node of Mary Jo's clitoris. 

The moment that Mary Jo felt the initial contact between tongue and clit, 
her eyes widened and she heaved loud, deep gasps. Her heart pounded 
furiously as she felt the volcanic waves of passion sweep through her 
vagina. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME WILD," Mary Jo sighed, her buttocks 
clenching and unclenching rapidly against the bed sheets beneath her. "MY 
DARLING, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING, OHHHH, EXCITE ME, EXCITE ME, EXCITE ME." 

Back and forth the energetic Gail manipulated her tongue against the soggy 
smoothness of her lover's intensely warm pussy flaps. When she released her 
tongue finally, she reached out with her right hand and let her fingers 
slide soothingly inside the intimate dampness of Mary Jo's vagina. 

"I'm gonna finger you," Gail exclaimed, "and finger you good, my dear. Come 
on, let's do it at the same time. Let's bring each other off this way. Reach 
out, come on, play with my pussy. Run your fingers over my pretty pussy." 

Mary Jo stared at the inviting warmth of the beautiful brunette's stirring 
vagina. She reached out and let her fingers glide slowly and smoothly 
against the warmth of her damp organ. 

Together the girls made blissful friction, listening to the suctioning 
sounds of their fingers coming into scraping contact with the wet warmth of 
their vaginas. Back and forth their hips and buttocks twisted as they pushed 
each other that much closer to the moment of a stirring climax. 

J. D. would alternately grind his fingers up and down his long, mammoth 
cock, then promptly release them. He was seeking to excite himself to the 
ultimate extent possible without orgasming, but on so many occasions he 
found himself stopping on the verge of a wild and combustible penis 
explosion. 

"OOOHHH, YOU GIRLS ARE TOO MUCH, ABSOLUTELY TOO MUCH," he exclaimed, 
releasing his fingers from his cock. "COME ON, GET HER OFF, GAIL. SHE'S WILD 
FOR YOU. I CAN SEE IT, I CAN REALLY SEE IT." 

Finally they could withstand the quick, invigorating finger strokes no 
longer. They heaved deep, loud sighs, upon which the juices started to 
explode from their volcanic organs. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT" Gail sighed. 

"OHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, OHHHH, I'VE SHOT, I'VE SHOT, I'VE SHOT," Mary Jo 
exclaimed. 

The two thoroughly aroused women released their fingers from their inflamed 
pussies. Gail took the initiative once more, easing her body on top of the 
beautiful blonde's until she was pushing her delectably warm and smooth 
buttocks up over Mary Jo's head. Mary Jo was able to inhale the fragrant 
scent of the beautiful brunette's perfume intermingled with the muskiness of 
her soggy muff. Her pink pussy rested just a scant few inches away from Mary 
Jo's mouth. 

"OHHH, HONEY, LET'S DO IT, LET'S SIXTY-NINE," Gail exclaimed, twisting her 
ass cheeks provocatively. "DARLING, COME ON, YOU CAN GRIND YOUR TONGUE 
INSIDE MY PUSSY. OHHHH, I CAN GRIND MY TONGUE INSIDE YOURS. WHAT A FEELING, 
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FEELING. AAAHHH, IT'S SO WONDERFUL, OHHH, ARE WE GONNA 
FUCK. OHHHH, ARE WE GONNA HAVE A WILD FUCK." 

"Go to it," J. D. encouraged, nodding eagerly. "Come on, girls. Really get 
into the fucking. Come on, let's really have a good screw. Ahhh, this is 
gonna be so great. Just watchin' you two go at it. This is fuckin' at its 
best." 

J. D. looked down once more at his long. blue-veined prick, happy that he 
was able to be entertained by the likes of these two beautiful, passionate 
women, who were about to experience the deliriously delightful sensations of 
an invigorating sixty-nine. 

As Gail seductively glided her firm, smooth, white buttocks back and forth 
directly above Mary Jo's head, the beautiful blonde shoved her tongue 
forward. She might have been afraid to embark on such a wild course of 
unrestrained action earlier, but no longer. 

Mary Jo made the first move, sliding her teningly moist, red tongue against 
the sweltering surface of the beautiful brunette's moist pussy. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE SUCKING I4EEEE," Gail exclaimed triumphantly. "OKAY, 
MEY, OHHHH, COME ON, PUMP WITH THAT HOT TONGUE OF YOURS. OHHHH, PUMP W|.TH 
IT REAL NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHH,. I LOVE THIS. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. AAAHHH, 
OHHHHH, GRIND IT, GRIND YOUR TONGUE." 

As Mary Jo continued to slide her red digit into the forbidden warmth of her 
lover's wet cuntai petals, Gail in turn embarked on her own course of erotic 
action. She shoyed her swiftly pistomng red tongue forward, letting it glide 
and t as it moved around against the dampened warmth of her lover's blond 
pubic tresses. 

The girls continued to grind their tongues with ^robbing determination. They 
matched each other stroke for stroke, imparting waves of delirious 
excitation into each other's inflamed organ as they pushed each other that 
much closer to the state of a stirring climax. 

"OHHHH, YOU GIRLS, YOU'RE TOO MUCH, OHHHH, KEEP SUCKING," J. D. exclaimed. 
"OOOHHH, JUST LOOK AT THOSE HOT BUTTS. THEY'RE MOVIN' SO NICE. AAAHHH, WHAT 
HOT ASSES." 

While Mary Jo continued to grind her tongue into the searing depths of her 
lover's hot pussy, she reached up and made a grab for her rapidly quivering 
buttocks. She held on tightly to the warm, globe-like flesh as she continued 
to let her tongue cannonade with stirring rapidity into the dampness of her 
lover's cunt. 

The girls could not keep up that kind of blazing action for very long. Soon 
they exploded, and when they did, it was almost on target. Gail exploded 
first, followed by Mary Jo only a few seconds later. 

Their hips writhed and twisted, their ass cheeks whipped sharply back and 
forth as they reamed out each other's sensation-filled organ, slurping and 
swallowing deliriously as they caught every| captivating droplet of each 
other's wild orgasmic stream. 

They released their tongues from each other's organ, then collapsed in each 
other's arms. 

"Bravo, what a fuck," J. D. said, releasing his fingers from his hard, 
excited cock. 

Gail lay in Mary Jo's arms only until she finished catching her breath, 
after which she eased her body upward from the bed. 

Mary Jo watched as Gail walked toward a dresser drawer in a corner of the 
room. 

"What's she doing?" Mary Jo asked. 

"You'll find out," J. D. calmly told her. 

Gail opened the drawer, picking up a cock-shaped, white, plastic vibrator. 
She immediately flicked on the switch and Mary Jo watched with wide-eyed 
fascination as Gail walked toward her, holding the vibrator in her right 
hand, grinning broadly. 

"Have you ever gone this route before?" Gail asked. 

"No, but I've heard about it," Mary Jo replied. "My girl friend wanted to 
try that. She used to talk about buying one, but we never did it." 

"Oh, honey, I picked up some nice little goodies," Gail said. "Bought 'em at 
a special little novelty shop in the French Quarter. Oh, yes, honey, am I 
ever gonna do a job with you. Am I ever gonna plunge this inside your pussy. 
You know, it's just like gettin' a wild fuck. No offense intended, dear, but 
it's just like havin' J. D. stick his prick inside your pussy." 

"Come on now, it's not that good," J. D. said. "After all, that vibrator 
can't give you the J. D. Norman personality." 

The girls both laughed. J. D. watched as Mary Jo extended her shapely, 
sweaty thighs, watching with ever widening eyes as she prepared for the 
invasion of the vibrator inside the intimate warmth of her dampened box. 

"You're gonna enjoy this, you're gonna really love it," Gail assured her. 

"Oh, I believe it," Mary Jo gasped. "You know, I'm ready for anything, I'm 
ready for anything around you two. It feels so good. Ohhhh, it's so great, 
just lettin' yourself go. Just fuckin' to your heart's content." 

"Yes, that's the way we feel, too," Gail winked. 

Gail pushed the vibrator forward. The moment that the aroused Mary Jo felt 
the first wild thrusts from it, her legs kicked back and forth unrestainedly 
and she heaved a deep sigh. 

"OOOHHH, WWEEEEE, QHHHHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IIIITTT," Mary Jo exclaimed. 
"OOOHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, KEEP SHOVING IT INSIDE ME. OHHHH, MAKE ME JUICE. 
OHHHH, MAKE MY PUSSY EXPLODE. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, OHHHHH, I JUST LOVE IT. 
OOOOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, 1 LOVE IIIITTT. OHHHH, COME ON, BLAST AWAY, 
OOOHHH, SLIDE IT INSIDE MY SNATCH." 

J. D. Norman watched the seductive manner in which the beautiful Mary Jo's 
shapely buttocks ground back and forth as the spirited intrusions continued. 
Gail kept on shoving the vibrator ever deeper into the clasping tightness of 
Mary Jo's wet and vulnerable pussy, until finally, she could hold back no 
longer, and the thundering juices just had to explode from her soggy vaginal 
nest. 

As she shoved her body back and forth, her hips ripely undulating, Mary Jo 
heaved a loud, unrestrained sigh. Gail watched as the stirring droplets of 
splashing juice spurted against the white plastic vibrator as she kept on 
burying it to the hilt, driving it against the clasping tightness of the 
beautiful blonde's pussy. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT SENSATIONS," Mary Jo exclaimed. "DARLING, OHHHH, THE 
WAY YOU SHOVE THAT THING INSIDE ME. OHHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, OHHHH, THANK YOU, 
THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" 

"My pleasure," Gail smiled, releasing the vibrator from the beautiful 
blonde's pussy. "Now maybe you'd like to try the same thing on me." 

"With pleasure," Mary Jo said, eagerly grabbing the vibrator from the 
beautiful brunette's hand. "Turnabout's fair play." 

"You bet, honey." 

Gail eased her long-limbed frame downward, extending her firm, sensuous 
thighs widely as she prepared for the vigorous intrusion of the vibrator. 

Mary Jo smiled. It gave her a feeling of tremendous power and influence to 
recognize that she was controlling the action, that the beautiful brunette 
was dependent upon her efforts to achieve satisfaction. 

As she pushed the vibrator forward, Mary Jo listened to its whirring sound, 
as it landed with solid impact inside the captivating warmth of her lover's 
dampened vagina. 

 Chapter Twelve 

Gail threw her head back and heaved a loud, deep sigh. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, KEEP GRINDING THAT VIBRATOR INSIDE ME," she called out with 
delirious ecstasy. "MY DARLING, OHHHH, YOU'RE GONNA BRING ME OFF, OHHHH, 
DOES THAT FEEL GOOD. IT FEELS SO GREAT" 

Her pussy muscles snapped against the warm penetrations of the invigorating 
vibrator. Gail loved feeling the electrical shock waves of the object as it 
kept on pushing into the dampened portals of her pussy, which was being 
pushed ever closer to the point of a spine-tingling orgasm. 

"HONEY, OHHH, FINISH ME OFF," Gail importuned. "OOOHHH, DRIVE IT INSIDE ME. 
AAAHHH, HONEY, BRING ME OFF." 

Happily, Mary Jo kept on shoving the fiery tip of the vibrator into the 
innermost depths of her lover's captivated pussy. Back and forth she kept on 
wielding it as the stirring crescendo of wanton lust continued. Finally the 
juices were forced to explode from the pussy of the thoroughly aroused Gail. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HERE IT GOOOOEEEESSSS," Gail sighed gaspingly. "MY DARLING, 
OHHHH, DID YOU EVER DO IT TO ME. OHHH, HOW I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

Mary Jo released the vibrator from Gail's pussy and quickly shut it off. 
After she handed the vibrator to Gail, the beautiful brunette eased her body 
upward once more from the bed, walking back to the same open dresser drawer 
from which she had initially obtained the vibrator. 

"I guess another surprise is in store for me," Mary Jo laughed. 

"You're with two people who never run out of surprises, J. D. Norman 
grinned. 

"That I firmly believe," Mary Jo nodded. 

As Mary Jo continued to lie with her legs extended in the middle of the bed, 
she watched as Gail returned holding another object. This time it was a 
dildo, which she strapped to her waist. Mary Jo was ^amazed over how closely 
the makeshift penis resembled the real thing, right down to the hairy, 
bulging testicles and the blue veins sticking prominently out of the prick. 

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR PUSSY," Gail said determinedly. 

Mary Jo immediately noticed a dramatic change in Gail's demeanor. Suddenly 
her voice changed and she began to talk very much like a man. In addition, 
the expression on her face changed as well. Mary Jo could easily observe the 
look of steely determination on the brunette's stunning countenance as she 
prepared to launch into a wild fucking spree with the makeshift penis. 

"You're gonna find out what it's like to have a woman fuck your pussy," Gail 
said. "Just lie back there and spread your legs, honey, because I'm gonna 
screw you good. You ever had it up the pussy with a dildo?" 

"No, never," Mary Jo shook her head. 

"Well, you're gonna get it now," she smiled. "Just spread those beautiful 
legs, honey, because I'm gonna hump you and hump you good." 

Gail reached out with both hands, sliding her fingers up and down the warmth 
of her beautiful lover's thighs. It made Gail feel good to know that now she 
had Mary Jo under control. She had noticed just how nervous the shapely 
blonde beauty had been at her first suggestion of sex, but now she had 
succeeded in breaking down her resistance, and she was looking forward with 
great anticipation to that stirring moment when she would push the tip of 
the vibrator inside the dampened portals of her pussy. 

Enthusiastically GaiS flung her buttocks back and forth, then pointed the 
piercing dildo tip toward her lover's vagina. She shoved the huge object 
forward and let it make its initial penetration inside of Mary Jo's pussy. 
Mary Jo hardly knew what to expect, but she was pleasantly surprised to 
discover that Gail was able to simulate sex with a man. 

"OHHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP," Mary Jo sighed. "DARLING, OOOHHH, I LIKE THAT. 
I LIKE IT SO MUCH. OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME." 

Mary Jo continued to grind her hips with vigorous appreciation. All the 
while J. D. ground his fingers up and down the full length of his hard, 
sturdy shaft as he watched the developing action between the two women. 

Finally J. D. could stand it no longer. A dramatic point had been reached in 
the proceedings. He felt that it was time to join in the action and make it 
a threesome. 

"Just look at this cock, just look at it," he pointed it toward Mary Jo, 
holding on tightly to the firm length of his solid, mammoth tool. "I'm gonna 
fuck you with it. I'm gonna fuck your mouth. I'm gonna push it hard and fast 
inside your mouth, slam it into your throat, really fuck you. This is gonna 
be a wild fuck, honey, a two-way fuck. While Gail is screwin' your pussy, 
I'm gonna be fuckin' your mouth. I'm gonna be drivin' my steely prick inside 
it until the juices flow. This ain't gonna be an ordinary blow job, honey. 
Far from it. Instead I'm gonna take charge, spread my legs between that 
beautiful head of yours and just slam my cock inside your mouth. I'm gonna 
keep on slammin' it until all the juices shoot, until they thunder from the 
end of my fiery prick and into your mouth. What do you say about that?" 

"Oh, honey, whatever you say, come on, do it," Mary Jo loudly gasped. "I'm 
ready for it. Yes, I'm ready for anything. Ohhh, I just want it, I want it, 
come on, screw me real nice. Ahhh, give me a wild fuck. Come on, you two. 
Let's really screw. Let's have a fantastic screw." 

Her body quivered as she lay there on her back, stains of perspiration 
dampening her entire body. J. D. admired the misty sheen of perspiration 
that blanketed her alabaster form, which made her seem to glimmer and 
sparkle. 

Mary Jo's hips and buttocks continued to glide with scintillating warmth as 
the heavily panting Gail continued to drive the dildo with thunderous 
passion into the piercing depths of her lover's tight pussy. 

"OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER TIGHT, OHHH, WHAT A GREAT FUCK YOU ARE," Gail 
exclaimed. "OOOHHH, KEEP FLINGIN' YOUR BUTT, HONEY. MOVE IT BACK AND FORTH. 
AAAHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, DO I EVER LOVE THIS SCREWING. OOOHHH, IT'S 
SO NICE, OHHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL." 

As her hips and ass cheeks whipped back and forth. Gait continued to put 
additional emphasis into every deep, spearing thrust. She attacked savagely 
with her dildo into her lover's vulnerably exposed pussy, and every time 
that she drove it into the moist inner depths of her love chasm, she felt 
that much better about the whole activity. How she loved being in charge, 
driving the thundering makeshift cock deep inside the beautiful blonde's 
exposed twat. 

While Gail kept up her thundering activity, the aroused J. D. Norman eased 
his body downward on top of the bed. He extended his hairy, slightly 
quivering legs, then pushed his hard, excited penis forward. He fondled it 
firmly in his fingers as he pushed his blue-veined stiffness downward toward 
the open, vulnerably exposed mouth of the beautiful Mary Jo. 

"Come on, open, open nice and wide," he smiled, his eyes sparkling with 
lascivious desire. "Ohhh, am I ever gonna throat fuck you. This is gonna be 
a screw you're not gonna forget, baby. Are we ever gonna make beautiful 
music. Ahhh, we're gonna make it with my cock. With Gail's fuck. This is a 
threesome, a threesome none of us are ever gonna forget." 

Soon the aroused J. D. was pushing his scalding cock forward, letting it 
grind inside the warmth of Mary Jo's velvety mouth. He loved the clasping 
tightness of her oral cavity as he pushed his cock relentlessly forward, 
letting it grind that much deeper as it worked its way against Mary Jo's 
esoRhagus. 

Mary Jo could scarcely breathe, but yet there was something tremendously 
exciting about the manner in which she was being throat fucked so that she 
didn't care. As a matter of fact, her eyes began to roll with lascivious 
desire as she kept on receiving the hard, charging stabs of his hammering 
prong as it pushed into the intimate depths of her mouth. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE INSIDE YOU," J. D. told her excitedly. 
"OOOHHH, HONEY, THIS IS A REAL FAMILY OPERATION. OHHHH, THREE PEOPLE WHO ARE 
HORNY FOR EACH OTHER. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

His buttocks throbbed and his smooth, gigantic orbs of testicle flesh 
bounced resoundingly against her vulnerably exposed chin as he kept on 
pushing his hammering dick ever deeper, grinding it into the piercing depths 
of her throat as he raced that much closer to a volcanic climax. 

Finally Mary Jo's head began to spin and she felt like a woman whose destiny 
was completely out of her own hands. As she kept on receiving the quick, 
driving thrusts from J. D.'s cock, she could also feel the incessant stabs 
from the tip of Gail's dildo. 

Soon Gail could hold back the flood tide of passion no longer. She heaved a 
deep sigh and then, suddenly, Mary Jo wondered if she was going out of her 
mind! As strange as it seemed, it appeared as if somebody was orgasming 
inside her pussy. Deliriously she experienced a seething flood tide of 
orgasmic fluid that spilled into her pussy and, spurred on by the orgasm, 
her own hips quivered and she found herself spinning out of control as she 
heaved a deep sigh and the juices began to catapult from her own inflamed 
organ. 

Mary Jo closed her eyes, her burning hips grinding back and forth 
concentrically as he kept on hammering with his thudding cock, driving it 
forcefully into the searing depths of her mouth until, finally, he could 
hold on no longer. 

Now Mary Jo was convinced that she had gone completely out of her mind. What 
other explanation was there? She knew that Gail had been wielding a 
makeshift penis, certainly not the real thing, and how could she account for 
the orgasmic flood tide that was spraying lasciviously into the dampened 
tightness of her inflamed pussy. 

"OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA SHOOT," J. D. sighed. 

His hips rocked back and forth as he kept on slamming his piercing pole deep 
inside her mouth. For a moment she wondered if she would choke to death 
under the steaming flood tide that was sure to follow. 

Her head spinned more violently out of control than ever as she began to 
swallow the pools of thick, white, jetting semen that catapulted 
dramatically from the nub end of her lover's nozzle-like penis and into her 
mouth, gushing down her throat in cascading volleys. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT'S IT, OHHHH, I'M BURNING UP," she exclaimed. "OHHHH, 
OHHHHH, IT'S SPILLING OUT OF ME. OHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OHHH, HOW NICE, 
OHHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL, OHHH, IT'S FANTASTIC, OHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE 
IT." 

Moments later Mary Jo slowly began to regain consciousness. Her head stopped 
spinning and, as she stared at the two smiling people lying on each side of 
her, she had to ask a question. She looked up at the gorgeous, sweat-stained 
form of 

Gail Norman, then asked: 

"What about that orgasm? I can't believe it." 

"What about it?" Gail replied innocently. 

"I mean. Well, it seemed like you were shooting. I guess I just went out of 
my mind what with all the action going on," she shrugged. "I can't figure 
out any other explanation." 

"I have a feeling that my brilliant wife has an explanation," J. D. smiled. 

"Oh, yeah, little Gail has an explanation for everything," Gail said. 

"You mean I wasn't imagining this?".Mary Jo looked at her in puzzlement. 

"That's right," Gail smiled. "This happens to be a more expensive and unique 
brand of dildo, honey. It's able to give you things that some other dildos 
can't." 

"Like an orgasm?" 

"That's right." 

"But how is that possible?" 

"It's very simple," Gail laughed. "You load some egg whites inside, honey. 
So that's what I did. You see, I prepared for your visit. Then, at the time 
that I was juicing, I released the egg whites inside your pussy, giving you 
the sensation of receiving an orgasm." 

"i can't believe you two," Mary Jo laughed. "I can see we do make quite a 
team." 

"Thomas Enterprises is gonna sponsor an Indianapolis winner, that's all 
there is to it," J. D. smiled, patting Mary Jo's ripe, firm ass cheeks 
affectionately. 

 Chapter Thirteen 

Several minutes passed in the aftermath of the wild sex threesome. 

Soon, however, J. D. Norman was busily at work, gliding his fingers up and 
down the full length of his cock, which continued to harden appreciably with 
every succeeding thrust. He was soon shoving his body pridefully forward, 
and as he did he reached out with both hands and let his fingers clasp 
tightly against the warmth of Mary Jo's long, sleekly tapered thighs. 

"What a pair of legs," he sighed. 

He reached down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to slide with 
smoothness and warmth against her still infatuated pubic nest. J. D. loved 
tickling the beautiful blonde's pubic hairs with his smooth, responsive 
finger strokes. The quicker that he drove his resolutely twisting fingers 
against the warmth of her velvety vagina, the better that she enjoyed it as 
she extended her legs and heaved deep gasps, recognizing just how much had 
happened in such a relatively short time involving the three of them. 

While he continued to work his fingers soothingly against her blond pubic 
bush, Mary Jo looked up and observed Gail easing her body upward from the 
bed. She sprawled out in a chair a few feet away, smiling as she observed 
the action taking place between her husband and his beautiful blonde race 
car driver. 

Mary Jo could see that the sex activity had reached a new phase. Prior to 
that time they had involved themselves in a threesome, and before that, at 
the very outset, she had enjoyed invigorating sex with the beautiful Gail. 

The quicker that J. D. Norman's tingling fingers slid against Mary Jo's hot, 
receptive slit, the faster that her sweeping, firm buttocks responded as 
they twisted erotically under the hot, captivating strokes that he sent 
against the moistness of her slippery cunt. 

A few strokes later, J. D. decided to shove his fingers in all the way, to 
let them come into brisk, erotic contact with the pinkness of her aroused 
vaginal walls. 

His stirring fingers moved sharply and precisely as they approached Mary 
Jo's vagina. As he tickled her steaming clitoris, she heaved a louder gasp 
than before, and by then her body was twisting with steaming rapidity. 

"You like it, you like anything that's sexy," J. D. laughed. "You truly are 
a girl after my heart, baby. Ooohhh, it feels so nice, just gliding my 
fingers inside that juicy pussy." 

"OOOHHH, DARLING, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP NOW, KEEP FINGERING ME, OOOHHH, 
FINGER ME," she shrieked loudly. "DARLING, OHHH, PLANT YOUR FINGERS INSIDE 
MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

The wetter that Mary Jo's velvety mound became, the quicker that her lover's 
probing fingers swiftly darted as he pushed them with intensifying speed. 

The faster that he ground his fingers seethingly inside his beautiful 
lover's moist slit, the nearer he knew that he was pushing her toward a 
dazzling climax. If J. D. could bring her off just once through his stirring 
finger efforts, he felt, then he was certain he would push her back into the 
captivating heights of dizzying excitement that she had experienced earlier. 
His fingers raced stirringly inside her sweltering, moist, puckered pussy, 
and he felt overjoyed at the way she was reacting. 

"Just look at that sizzling butt," he laughed. "It's really moving. Moving 
at top speed." 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP IT GOING," she sighed. "MY DARLING, OHHHH, 
KEEP THOSE FINGERS GRINDING. OHHHH, HONEY, JUST LET THEM GLIDE. OHHH, HOW I 
WANT IT. HOW I WANT THIS ACTION. OHHHH, AAAAHHHH, YOU KNOW HOW TO DO IT. YOU 
KNOW HOW TO TURN ME ON." 

J. D. watched the blonde's quivering hips with mounting joy, recognizing how 
closely he was moving her toward the beautiful moment when the droplets of 
her sweet womanly nectar would explode from her aroused, flowering womanhood 
and into his hand. 

"We've just about got you there," he smiled. "Oh, damned, what a body. What 
a gorgeous body. What a hot slit. What gorgeous tits. You've got it all, 
sweetheart, all." 

Mary Jo heaved several more deep sighs, then braced herself, her legs 
trembling with unencumbered anxiety as she awaited an impending orgasm. 

A few strokes later the juices started to spurt from her moist, inflamed 
pussy. As the orgasmic flood tide flowed with great exhuberance, she let out 
a loud, fervent gasp. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, YOU'RE BRINGING ME OFF," she sighed, kicking her 
legs back and forth unrestrainedly as his fingers continued to glide inside 
the dampness of her exploding organ. "OOOHHH, I NEED IT, I NEED IT SO MUCH. 
MY DARLING, OOOHHHH, OHHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, FINISH IT, OOOHHH, BRING ME 
OFF." 

J. D. continued to glide his fingers inside her quivering pussy until the 
final few droplets Of captivating juice exploded from it. He looked down at 
the enticing sight of her pink, fleshy womanliness as he reached down and 
let his fingers glide against the solid warmth of her buttocks. She 
appreciatively wiggled her satiny globes back and forth, enjoying the manner 
in which his fingers were taking hold of her and clutching tightly against 
her butt. 

"OHHHH, THIS IS SUPER, OHHHH, BEING WITH TWO SEX MANIACS," she laughed. 

"That's us," J. D. nodded. 

J. D.'s fiery fingers continued to clutch tightly against the beautiful 
blonde's sharply protruding buttocks. It made him feel good to touch the 
smooth, trim outline of her fleshy ass cheeks as he shoved his hard, 
ramrodding cock forward, letting it project itself toward the enticing 
tightness of her pink, searingiy moist nest. 

"OOHHH, SUPER, YOU'RE GONNA FUCK MEEEE," she grunted. 

"Damned right I am," he smiled. "Ahhh, just keep movin' your butt around, 
baby. That's what I like. Some good solid action. Ooohhh, aaahhh, this is 
terrific." 

Mary Jo extended her naked, trembling thighs even more than before, heaving 
another deep gasp as her lover's poundingly pulsating cock relentlessly tore 
its way inside the wet, compliant warmth of her tight, burning vagina. 

The beautiful blonde jerked her hips aggressively in a state of overwhelming 
frenzy, reacting sharply to her handsome lover's every charging stab. It 
hadn't fully dawned on Mary Jo until that tense moment as to just how badly 
she needed, somebody like J. D. to be pumping it to her. Even though she had 
had ulterior motives in seducing men like J. D. and her chief mechanic. Norm 
Gilbert, she could see that she was also the kind of woman who apparently 
needed sex and needed it often. Yes, she recognized, she was oversexed and 
proud of it, and in the Normans she had found true friends. 

As J. D. kept on hammering away with his rifle-like penis, manipulating it 
with steady self-assurance as he pushed it decisively inside her wet vaginal 
canal, she threw her head back and enjoyed every deliriously intoxicating 
sensation. She loved the way that he was pummeling her ever-clasping cunt 
with his quick, steaming movements. 

Even though J. D.'s crunching cock stabs were injecting a certain amount of 
pain inside Mary Jo's restless, excited pubic mound, it was the kind of 
pleasure-pain syndrome that she found definitely enjoyable. As far as she 
was concerned, there was no way that this handsome and accommodating man 
could fuck her too hard. 

J. D. grunted and gasped, his stiff, all-conquering dagger continuing to 
propel sturdily and deeply as it worked its way with unimpeded savagery 
inside of the delightful confines of her velvety sheath. Determined not to 
orgasm prematurely, every now and then he would slow up his pace, looking 
into his lover's beautiful blue eyes as he did so. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DO YOU EVER TURN ME ON," he grunted. "JUST KEEP FLIPPIN' 
THAT BEAUTIFUL BUTT AROUND, BABY. THIS FEELS SO GOOD. OHHH, HOW I LIKE IT. 
OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT." 

Beads of sweat surfaced on the blonde beauty's forehead as she watched her 
determined lover grit his teeth and continue to drive his steady, determined 
shaft forward, pushing it into the tight, sweltering inner confines of her 
juicy. receptive mound. 

Her exquisitely tapered legs kept kicking restlessly as Mary Jo provided J. 
D. with a willing and open target. Soon he was on the verge of a wild 
orgasm, and knew fully well that the thick, white droplets of creamy sperm 
would be jetting from the end of his stirring, tumid shaft and into her 
blazing vagina. 

He could tell from the way that Mary Jo's churning body twisted that she, 
too, was on the verge of a wild climax. It then became a question of who 
would get off first. 

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE BURNIN' UP, YOU'RE BURNING' UP," J. D. exclaimed. "KEEP 
EDGIN' YOUR BODY UP TO ME. THAT'S IT. OHHHH, MOVE THAT BEAUTIFUL BUTT. YES, 
KEEP IT IN MOTION, OOOHHHH, THAT'S THE KIND OF MOVEMENT I LIKE. THAT'S THE 
KIND OF MOVEMENT THAT DRIVES ME WILD." 

"KEEP' SLAMMIN' YOUR COCK, OHHHH, BLAST IT INTO ME," she sighed with 
inflamed passion. "COME ON, OHHHH, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, FUCK MY PUSSY. OHHHH, 
DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE MY CUNT. WE'RE GOIN' WILD, DARLING. OHHH, AAAHHH, 
OOOHHH, IT'S GREAT, OOOHHH, IT'S SO GREAT. KEEP IT UP. OHHHH, COME ON, FUCK 
ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME." 

Her quivering legs moved more rapidly than ever, and as her smooth, sensuous 
body * continued to glide and she shoved her flowing, white buttocks upward, 
she continued to meet the quick, charging, grinding stabs of his lengthy, 
fleshy, fluid-filled prick. 

By then the loudly gasping J. D. Norman was reaching out and slapping at his 
gorgeous lover's erotically trembling buttocks, causing her to feel even 
more spine-tingling emotion as the juices began to bolt from her searingly 
moist slit. Her hips curled eagerly, seeking to accommodate every 
penetrating penis thrust that he sent inside her. 

She heaved one more sigh, then closed her eyes as she prepared to receive J. 
D.'s churling orgasm. 

"OHHHH, HONEY, I'M RIGHT BEHIND YOU," J. D. told her breathlessly. "OHHHH, 
MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE. THEY'RE ACHING, OHHHH, DATHEY'RE REALLY ACHING." 

She looked down and quickly surveyed his ever-swelling testicles, never 
missing a beat as he continued pumping and slashing with his stiff, sturdy 
cock. 

A few timely strokes later, the juices began to pop from the tip of J. D.'s 
huge, aroused shaft. He kept looking down at his spraying organ, happy that 
his intensified sperm was splashing in a sea of glory inside of his lover's 
twisting twat. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I WANT IT, OHHHH, HOW I NEED IT," he sighed, his ass cheeks 
twisting relentlessly as he watched the final few droplets of thick, white 
sperm explode from the nozzle-like tip of his inflamed cock. 

After withdrawing his cock from her pussy, J. 

D. collapsed in a heap next to her on the bed. His breathing was loud and 
sustained for several moments, after which silence followed. J. D. closed 
his eyes momentarily, then reopened them. 

"We not only have the best race car driver around," he looked over at Gail 
and winked. "We've also got the best piece of ass." 

"I suppose that there's only one person who could have recruited this girl 
and recruited her right," Gail said. 

"You're iookin' at him." 

"You see what I have to go through all the time," Gail looked at Mary Jo and 
grinned. "He's always braggin' about himself." 

"Just about two things. Just about my business prowess and my ability as a 
good fuck." 

"That's all there is to brag about," Gail smiled. "That's your whole life." 

"Come to think of it, you're right," he said. "Well, considering the kind of 
women I've been screwin', can you blame me?" 

"Oh, no, you can get addicted to somebody like Mary Jo awfully fast," Gail 
said. 

"I'll tell you something, Gail. You sure turned me around," Mary Jo said. "I 
was always kind of scared to get involved screwing with another woman, even 
though I thought I was a pretty bold girl sexually. But now I know better. 
If I've got the right partner and I want to swing, then why the hell 
shouldn't I do it?" 

"That's what I was tellin' you right from the very beginning, sweetheart," 
Gail beamed happily. 

"That's what you need. Just a chance to screw with the right people. I'm 
available and so is my dear husband. We've got ourselves a very close team." 

"A very close team and a very successful one," J. D. said. "Incidentally, 
honey, you're gonna be gettin' plenty of publicity as times goes by. This 
was just the beginning today." 

"How exciting! That means I'm gonna have to keep on winning." 

"Yeah, and you'll do that," Gail said. "You're a determined, talented 
driver. As a matter of fact, the only person I've met who has as much drive 
as you do is my husband, and together that would make you two unbeatable." 

"I love hearin' talk like that," Mary Jo smiled brightly. 

"It's gonna go a lot farther than talk," J. D. said. "We're just gonna see 
to it that everything gets done right, that you win your races and that we 
promote you properly." 

"I know. I can feel it in my pussy," Mary Jo quipped. 

J. D. and Gail looked at each other, then burst into loud laughter. They 
were thoroughly impressed with Mary Jo, She had what it took to make it as a 
successful race car driver, just as she could make it every bit as easily as 
a wild and captivating fuck. Never had J. D. felt any happier than he did at 
that moment, knowing that he had agreed to sponsor this beautiful blonde, 
who would continue to make his sex life meaningful. 

 Chapter Fourteen 

Mary Jo Stratton continued to enjoy tremendous success in her racing career. 
The beautiful blonde, continuing to receive prominent national attention 
through the efforts of the Normans, was standing on the threshold of making 
a move to the big car circuit. Just as she began to focus on the 
possibilities of dominating the stock car scene by jumping into higher level 
competition, a monkey wrench was thrown in her path. 

The blonde beauty was hopeful of entering the Peach State Classic for stock 
cars. Since it was considered to be one of the top races in the country, and 
the prestige she could derive from achieving success in that race would 
insure her of an opportunity to catapult into even bigger and better things, 
she focused her entire efforts on securing entrance into the prominent 
field, immediately, however, she was dealt a stern blow. J. D. Norman called 
her one afternoon as she was relaxing in her New Orleans fashionable French 
Quarter apartment. Times had been very kind to the beautiful blonde after 
having become involved with the Normans, and she had been convinced that 
everything was going to continue right, at least, up until the time of the 
call. 

"Hello, honey, it's J. D.," she immediately noticed the solemn tone of 
voice. 

"You sound like you lost your last friend, sweetheart," Mary Jo soothed. 
"Whatever could be the matter? Everything's just goin' fine with our little 
operation, isn't it?" 

"It was. But we got a terrible blow, honey." 

"What's that?" 

"That damned son-of-a-bitch Cornelius Rockwell. That bastard. And he's the 
one guy that I can't seem to get to." 

"What about him?" she asked, her voice demonstrating mounting concern, "He's 
plumb against you bein' in that race." 

"Why the hell is that?" 

"The son-of-a-bitch is about two hundred years behind the times," J. D. 
Norman fumed. 

"You mean he's one of these guys who thinks that a woman's place is in the 
home and she oughta just get married, raise a family, and keep her damned 
mouth shut?" 

"Like always, honey, you put things in a nut shell," Norman replied. "You 
got a gift for that." 

"Let's forget about my gifts for putting things in nut shells. I wanna hear 
some more about this character Cornelius Rockwell. I heard he was some kind 
of goof-ball, but I never figured he'd try and screw us this way." 

"Well, he has. I just got a letter from him in the mail. Very tactful and 
all that, but it gets the point across. He's against the idea of puttin' a 
woman in the race." 

"The son-of-a-bitch, the damned son-of-a-bitch," Mary Jo shrieked, clenching 
her fist and shaking it. 

"But we're not gonna give up, honey. Not us. We're too damned determined. 
Right?" 

"Right on, but he JS the president of the track where the race is bein' 
held, and he's the chairman of the race. So what the hell are we gonna be 
able to do?" 

"There's always the courts, baby, there's the courts," Norman said. 

"You figure that the courts can make him admit me into the field?" 

"I'm figurin' that sure as hell we can try," J. D. Norman exclaimed. "Matter 
of fact, I've already got a good lawyer in Atlanta, dear friend of mine, a 
fellow Mason. Name's Jordan Bond." 

"Think. I've heard of him." 

"Well, he said that the courts had been real interested in listenin' to 
these Fourteenth Amendment arguments. Due process. Equal protection under 
the law. So we can claim that you aren't bein' accorded equal treatment 
under the law. I mean, you're a qualified race driver, right?" 

"Damned right. Been burnin' up my circuit." 

"Sure you have. Okay, so that's what we're gonna do. So hang tight, honey, 
and you just leave for Atlanta on Wednesday just like you planned. I told 
Jordan that you'd be droppin' in to see him." 

"Oh, that's super. J. D., I could just kiss you." 

"You're gonna have a chance to do more than that," J. D. laughed. "I figure 
I could be usin' a cock suck pretty soon." 

"Swell, I'm glad to oblige." 

"Matter of fact, Gail has been talkin' about invitin' you out to the place. 
How about makin' it out for dinner tomorrow night? Around eight?" 

"Sounds like fun." 

"You know Gail when she gets horny," J. D. laughed lewdly. 

"I sure do. I guess I'll get the whole routine. Dildo, vibrator, a good 
suck." 

"That's it. Gail told me to tell you something else, too." 

"What's that?" 

"She's figurin' that this time you're gonna strap that dildo to your waist 
and you're gonna give her a good fuck up the pussy." 

"Tell her I'm game." 

"Atta girl. So see you at eight tomorrow." 

"Okay, honey. Thanks for goin' to bat for me." 

"That's what partners are for," J. D. said. "Just don't let this get under 
your nerves, honey, 'cause we're gonna whip that bastard. We're gonna put 
that dude's ass in a sling. As powerful as he is." 

"I hear he is real powerful." 

"One of the top corporate lawyers in the country," J. D. Norman said. 

"When I hear you speak in' that way, he must be powerful." 

"He is, but we'll get to him, honey, just wait and see." 

"Thanks again. See you tomorrow night." 

"Bye now," J. D. Norman hung up. 

As scheduled, Mary Jo Stratton left for Atlanta. She had a long conference 
with the distinguished, white-haired Jordan Bond, who promised that he would 
do the best job possible for her in court. 

Mary Jo waited pensively for Bond to get his day in court. The big problem, 
the attorney had told her, was the time element. She waited pensively in her 
hotel room, after which she finally got a call from the attorney, who told 
her that he wanted to see her in his office immediately. 

As they sat in the conference room of Jordan Bond's office, the attorney 
looked at her with sympathetic eyes. 

"I'm sorry, honey, but your legal remedies have been exhausted," he shook 
his head. 

"You mean we're whipped?" 

"We're whipped as far as getting you into that race is concerned," Jordan 
Bond said. "You see, if we'd only figured we were going to have this kind of 
a legal hassle, you would have applied much earlier. You didn't figure there 
was going to be any so you waited and that's how we got beat." 

"How's that?" she looked at Bond with a perplexed expression on her face. 

"It goes this way, honey. The courts are crowded, damned crowded, and even 
though I was trying to get you into equity because time was of the essence, 
all we got were delays. But I have a feeling I know just what happened." 

"What's that?" 

"Old Cornelius knew right from the beginning he could get away with it. He's 
a pretty clever lawyer himself. He knew we wouldn't have time. That's why he 
was so bold. I mean, we could get ourselves a judgment if we wanted to fight 
this thing through, just maybe, anyway. But you know about the time we'd be 
heard. Long after the race." 

"Oh, my. This is awful," she threw her head in her hands and began to cry. 
"That bastard. That rotten, ignorant bastard. What's the matter with him, 
anyway?" 

"He's from the old school, honey. Just sorry I couldn't do more for you." 

"Oh, well, 1 guess that's the way it goes," she said. "But that doesn't mean 
I'm givin' up." 

"What are you gonna do?" 

"Think I'll go in and have a talk with this guy." 

"Don't think it's gonna do you any good," he shook his head slowly. "I mean, 
I don't want to work you up, make you think that maybe something's gonna 
happen." 

"I'm gonna give it my best shot," she said, her eyes emitting fiery 
determination. "I didn't come this far in my career to let one guy screw me 
up." 

"I'll say one thing about you," Jordan Bond smiled wryly. "You're as 
determined as you are pretty." 

The beautiful blonde went back to her hotel room at the Hyatt Regency on 
Atlanta's famed Peach Tree Street. She discovered through calling 
information that the distinguished Cornelius Rockwell maintained his offices 
on the same street, only a few blocks away from the hotel where she was 
staying. She ordered a drink from room service, a brandy, and then began to 
ponder her strategy. The longer she thought about it the more determined she 
became. This man had a breaking point, just like other men she had 
encountered, and the one supreme asset she had going for her was her 
alluring physical charm. 

The following morning Mary Jo went to the office suite of Cornelius 
Rockwell, which was situated on the fortieth floor of a huge skyscraper in 
the center of Atlanta's thriving downtown section. 

When the secretary was reluctant to admit her, she jumped to her feet and 
said dramatically: 

"You mean a big, powerful man like Cornelius Rockwell is afraid to give a 
little old gal like me even two minutes of his time?" 

"I'm sorry. Miss Stratton, but he's busy, very busy," the secretary 
explained. "He'& very sorry he can't accommodate you." 

"Then can he meet me after hours? ! just want to talk to him about 
something. A very important matter." 

"Possibly so. Let me talk with him, my dear." 

Mary Jo sat back down, watching as the secretary moved into Rockwell's 
office. Momentarily she contemplated moving quickly past the secretary and 
seeing him herself, but decided that that would probably be too bold a 
stroke to pull off. It more than likely would backfire, she surmised, and so 
she let the secretary speak on her behalf. 

"He could call you late this afternoon," the secretary said. 

"Very good," Mary Jo replied. "I'm staying at the Hyatt Regency right up the 
street here. Do you suppose that maybe we couid have coffee at the 
downstairs restaurant?" 

"Yes, I suppose that would be fine," she nodded. "I'll tell you, my dear. 
Why don't S ring you in your hotel room later this afternoon to confirm it." 

"That would be fine." 

"All right, then you'll be hearing from me." 

"Thank you very much," 

"You're quite welcome, my dear," the secretary smiled. 

Mary Jo sighed with relief as she stepped outside Cornelius Rockwell's 
office. Her confidence was increasing with each and every passing moment. 

Immediately she returned to her hotel room where she alternately read a 
magazine and paced the floor, waiting for the call from Rockwell's 
secretary. It finally came at a few minutes past three. 

"Miss Stratton, Mr. Rockwell said that he'd be more than happy to meet you 
at the restaurant at five-thirty," she told her. "I've described you for Mr. 
Rockwell. What will you be wearing? I mean, just so we make certain that 
there's no problem in him identifying you." 

"I'll be wearing a white dress," Mary Jo replied. 

"All right, fine. Then he'll be meeting you then." 

"Thank you very much," Mary Jo said as she hung up the telephone. 

Mary Jo clapped her hands with glee. She then slowly eased out of her 
clothes and stepped into the bathroom, where she drew some warm water in the 
bath tub. She luxuriated in the tub for the better part of the next half 
hour, after which she stepped out and dried off her body. After that she 
dabbed French perfume on her beautiful naked form, then eased into a canary 
yellow robe. 

At the appointed hour of five-thirty, Mary Jo rang the downstairs 
restaurant. 

"Excuse me, but could you please page a Mr. Cornelius Rockwell," she said. 

"Yes, just a moment, please," the man on the other end of the line said. 

He returned a few moments later. 

"Just a moment, please," the man said. "I'll connect you with Mr. Rockwell. 
He's a few feet away. He's walking toward the telephone booth right now." 

"Thank you very much," Mary Jo said. 

"Hello, Rockwell here," a man said in a booming voice, with a strong 
Southern accent. 

"Oh, Mr. Rockwell, I'm so very sorry," Mary Jo said in a low, raspy voice. 

"What's the matter?" Rockwell demanded. 

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I've come down with a cold. Been fighting it for 
quite awhile, Mr. Rockwell, and I was just wondering if it would be all 
right to talk up in my room. I've got a pot of tea here that I ordered from 
room service. We could sip some tea and then I could talk to you."3 

"You know. Miss Stratton, about the only reason I came here is because of my 
secretary," he said, his voice rising with indignation. "That girl's just 
too damned sympathetic for her own good. Said you were such a sweet little 
soul. Thought I ought to at least talk to you. There's not a damned thing to 
talk about. I'm against all this silly women's rights slop and you're a 
representative of that school of thought, if you want to dignify it by 
calling it a school of thought. Women oughta stay home, take care of their 
families, and keep their meddlesome noses out of other stuff. Especially 
like man's business like auto racing. So I came here against my own wishes 
in the first place, and now that you can't even make it down here, well, I'd 
just as soon forget the whole thing. There really isn't anything to 
discuss." 

"Oh, Mr. Rockwell, I respect your viewpoint, yes, sir, I really do," Mary Jo 
said, making her voice sound weaker. "I just would appreciate it if I could 
at least talk to you. Even for a few minutes. Could I just take a little bit 
of time out of your busy schedule, sir?" 

There was a long pause at the other end of the line, followed by an audible 
gasp. 

"You'd better make it snappy," he said. "I've got lots of important things 
to do." 

"Oh, of course. I wouldn't think of taking up much of your time. I'm in Room 
423." 

"Okay, I'll be right up there." 

As Mary Jo hung up the telephone, she couldn't resist bursting into 
unrestrained laughter. She had given an Academy Award caliber performance as 
far as she was concerned. She had been very .apprehensive when Cornelius 
Rockwell had indignantly declared that he would not be talking to her at 
all, but fortunately she had been able to make him change his mind, largely, 
she felt, through sounding so helpless. He had lowered his guard and now he 
would be falling into the trap, she presumed. 

Several minutes later there was a knock on the door. 

"It's open," Mary Jo said in a weak, raspy tone. "Please, come in." 

Cornelius Rockwell entered the room, appraising Mary Jo slowly. He was a 
tall. dark-haired man with a bushy dark mustache. At first he eyed her 
skeptically, but as he continued staring at her shapely body as she lay 
stretched out on the sofa wearing nothing other than her canary yellow robe, 
she saw an immediate change in his response. Suddenly she observed his brow 
furrowing with concern and then, after that, beads of tense perspiration 
surfaced on his forehead. 

"Hello there, Cornelius Rockwell," Mary Jo beamed a happy smile, showing her 
even, white teeth, then batting her eyelids seductively. "Or can I call you 
Cornelius? I think that would be better, don't you?" 

"I should say not," Cornelius Rockwell snapped. "I thought you were sick, 
now you're acting like a pretty brash young woman." 

"Please sit down," she smiled. "Could I fix you some tea?" 

"Certainly not." 

He threw himself down in a chair, staring at her with a combination of 
indignance and confusion. His hands trembled. Mary Jo could see what was 
happening. He was blowing up outwardly, but inwardly he was obviously 
feeling something else. 

"My, but you're a handsome man," Mary Jo said. "I can't imagine a man as 
handsome and as intelligent as you must be bein' so far behind the times, 
Cornelius." 

"You brash, snippy little blonde," he snarled. "How dare you talk to me like 
that. Listen, I was brought up under the traditional values. I don't cater 
to any of these silly notions. These silly notions that people like you 
espouse. I'm against the Equal Rights Amendment, I'm against all this 
women's rights slop, and any way I can strike a blow against it I will." 

"You're determined, I'll say that for you," Mary Jo said. 

With that Mary Jo eased her body slowly upward from the sofa on which she 
had been sitting. She strode slowly toward the bed in the corner of the 
room, and as she eased her body downward and stretched out on top of it, she 
let Rockwell have a good look at her shapely left thigh. 

"Mr. Rockwell, you're a pretty handsome-lookin' guy," she said. "Bet you're 
married, right?" 

"That's right. Been happily married for the last fifteen years. What about 
it?" 

"I knew that. You see, I've been quite an admirer of yours for a long time. 
I also know that you're one of the top corporate lawyers in the South. You 
graduated from one of the top Ivy League universities with a degree in law. 
You sit on the board of directors of some of the nation's leading 
corporations. I admire a man of achievement, Cornelius. I really do. You 
see, I'm an achiever myself, and so I admire the same trait in another 
person. Even though you might not like the idea of a woman achieving, I have 
been achieving." 

"I know, and that's the big problem," he snarled. "A girl like you should be 
married. And out of auto racing. Leave that to the men." 

"What about Amelia Earhart? She was a forerunner. She was a great flyer. 
What about Janet Guthrie? She finished at Indianapolis." 

"These women would all be better off if they stayed home," Cornelius 
Rockwell snarled adamantly. 

"Oh, you are a handsome man, especially when you get angry," she giggled. 

As Cornelius Rockwell continued to sit stiffly in his chair, his brown eyes 
staring longinly in Mary Jo Stratton's direction, the beautiful blonde 
decided that it was time to take more provocative steps. 

She eased her body upward and began to unslowly untie the sash of her robe. 
She moved seductively, doing everything she could to draw out the dramatic 
tension of the moment. 

Rockwell sat there speechlessly, watching as she undid the sash of her robe 
and then began to pry it off. Soon he was able to stare upon the 
magnificence of her conical-shaped alabaster breasts, and then, as she 
tossed her robe onto the rug, she extended her legs and gave him a good view 
of her thicket of blond pubic hairs and ultimately, at the enticing pink 
pussy that resided beneath it. 

"Just look here," she smiled. "Cornelius, honey, I'm a woman, too. Just 
'cause I'm a race car driver doesn't mean that I can't get attracted by the 
right man, a handsome, dynamic man of achievement like yourself." 

"Oh, thank you," he giggled, turning his head away. "You know, if I weren't 
a married man. Oh, yes, I could see why a man would be attracted to you. 
You're a beautiful woman. Miss Stratton." 

"Come on now. It's Mary Jo." 

"But there you are, well, you're undressed. I mean, sittin' here, just as 
naked as the day you were born. I think you're tryin' to seduce me." 

"I'm proud of it," she smiled. "I'm a real seductress when I want to be. 
When I meet a man I really admire." 

"Oh, Miss Stratton. I mean, Mary Jo. You know, I've gotta be goin'. This is 
downright embarrasing. You're temptin' me. I'm a happily married man, like I 
told you before." 

"That's good, that's good, Cornelius, I'm glad you're a happily married 
man," Mary Jo smiled, taunting him further as she rolled over on her stomach 
and propped up her snowy white buttocks, which she wiggled temptingly before 
his eyes. 

"You're glad I'm a happily married man?" 

"Oh, yeah, real glad. You see, I wouldn't think of doin' anything to 
interfere with any man's blissful, wedded life. Heavens no. I'd be the last 
person in the world to ever do anything like that. You bet your life I would 
be, Cornelius. However, I don't see anything wrong with us maybe just 
enjoyin' a little passionate interlude somethin' to brighten up your life 
and mine. You see what I mean?" 

"Oh, but that would be dishonest," Cornelius shook his head firmly. "You're 
really temptin' me. Oh, you are a right beautiful young woman, Miss 
Stratton. Mary Jo. Or whatever. But I am a happily married man. I don't 
know. My wife wouldn't forgive me if she ever found out about this." 

"Oh, maybe she's just a little narrow minded," she winked. "At any rate, 
who's say in' she has to know? I just have you figured as a forward, 
progressive guy, Cornelius, in spite of the way you've been actin' about me 
bein' in that race. Come on now. We can share a little bit of joy, can't 
we?" 

Cornelius mopped some sweat from his brow. Mary Jo observed the manner in 
which the sweat was beginning to profusely surface on the prominent lawyer's 
face. It was obvious to her that he was succumbing, and quickly, and now all 
she had to do was make one final bold effort to get him thoroughly involved. 

She eased her body upward from the bed, walking slowly toward Corenelius 
Rockwell, whose eyes were captivated by the oppulent sight of her firm, 
jutting breasts. 

Mary Jo stopped just a scant few inches in front of him. Immediately he 
inhaled the fragrant scent of her perfume. 

"Reach out and touch my tits," she teased him, licking her lips 
lasciviously. "Come on now. 

Reach out and touch 'em. Surely a big, brave man like you ain't afraid of 
reach in' out and touchin' a girl's tits. Look, honey, I can even make 'em 
jiggle." 

Placing her hands on her hips, the seductive Mary Jo proceeded to wiggle her 
warm, shapely breasts until it looked as if the stunned Cornelius Rockwell's 
eyes were going to pop out. 

"Oh, yeah, just look at 'em," she smiled. "Lots of tits there, honey. Yeah, 
nice firm skin. Just the kind you want to reach out and touch. Come on, grab 
my bazooms, honey. You've got balls, baby, just use 'em. This is a beautiful 
opportunity. Sure enough. Come on, reach out and touch my hot breasts. You 
know you want to do it. Sure thing. Ohhh, you know you want to touch 'em." 

She leaned forward a little further until her breasts were practically 
resting in Cornelius Rockwell's lap. She listened to the, heavy sounds of 
his labored breathing, recognizing that he*was in the last vestiges of a 
struggle that he was likely to lose in one sense and win in another. His 
strong emotional responses were in the direction of pushing forward, of 
refuting his old traditional values, but now, under the influences of the 
moment, his fingers slowly reached out and slid against the warmth of her 
cascading white breasts, which she flounced back and forth once more for 
dramatic effect. 

"Just look at these tits," she sighed. "Men love to reach out and squeeze 
them. Come on, honey, don't be so bashful. You're barely touching my 
beautiful boobs. You can do better than that. You can push those nice 
fingers forward. Real crisp-like. Sure, ohhh, you can grab my boobs. Gram 
'em real hard. Come on, plant those strong, firm fingers of yours around 
'em. You're a strong man, honey, you can do better than that. Come on now, 
Cornelius. Push your fingers against my tits. Oh, come on, push 'em real 
nice." 

Her conversation ultimately achieved results as the timid Cornelius Rockwell 
began to loosen up. His fingers pushed forward with steadily developing 
conviction, shoving sharply against the warmth of her fiery white breasts. 

"OOOHHH, SUPER," she gulped. "COME ON, OHHH, CORNELIUS. SHOVE YOUR FINGERS 
AGAINST MY TITS. OHHHH, THAT'S THE KIND OF MAN I LIKE. OOOHHH, I LIKE THAT. 
THAT'S GOOD, AAAHHH, IT'S REAL GOOD. COME ON, PUSH YOUR FINGERS AGAINST MY 
TITS. OOOHHH, DO A JOB ON 'EM, BABY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LIKE THAT, I LIKE 
THAT, I REALLY LIKE IT." 

Her tits continued to flounce and the prominent Cornelius Rockwell's fingers 
pushed with increasing tightness as they clutched against the warmth of her 
silky boobs. Eventually she decided that it was time to go on to even bolder 
activities. 

While Rockwell's fingers continued to probe and twist against her silky 
breasts, the beautiful blonde reached down and swiftly unzipped his 
trousers. Before Cornelius Rockwell was barely aware of what was happening, 
the astute Mary Jo had reached inside his trousers and pried his cock loose 
from his shorts. It was as hard as a rock, indicating that he was definitely 
turning on to her in a big way. Up and down her fingers worked against the 
mammoth hardness of his blue-veined spear, and as her fingers stroked his 
shaft, his fingers in turn curled sharply against the prickly warmth of her 
taut, ripe nipples. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, THIS IS WHAT I CALL FINGER ACTION," she laughed deliriously. 
"COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP TWISTING MY NIPPLES. HONEY, OHHHH, I LIKE THAT. THIS 
IS MY KIND OF ACTION. OOOHHH, THIS IS GOOD. AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. AAAHHH, COME 
ON, OHHH, WE'RE GONNA HAVE OURSELVES A BEAUTIFUL SCREW. YES, CORNELIUS. 
YOU'RE QUITE A MAN. YOU- JUST NEEDED A LITTLE ENCOURAGEMENT, THAT'S ALL. NOW 
THAT YOU GOT IT, OHHH, ARE YOU GONNA BE A TIGER. YOU'RE A TIGER RIGHT NOW." 

She listened to the continued heavy breathing of Cornelius Rockwell, and 
observed the manner in which his face was reddening and the beads of sweat 
were trickling profusely down both sides of his face. She was feeling more 
confident than ever, recognizing that her strategy was achieving positive 
results. 

 Chapter Fifteen 

The next few minutes found Cornelius Rockwell turning into a panting sexual 
dynamo. 

He watched the beautiful blonde break away from his grip. He observed the 
manner in which her seductive ass cheeks wiggled as she glided her body back 
toward the bed, Mary Jo eased her gorgeous form downward onto the bed, after 
which she extended her sleek, white thighs and allowed her fingers to 
daintily slide downward between them until they caressed the valley of her 
moist, snowy cunt hairs. After that they dipped against her pussy, and as 
she massaged the warmth of her steaming pink slit, he jumped up from the 
chair and moved, body trembling, toward the bed. 

"Take off your clothes, honey, and make yourself comfortable," she winked. 

The loudly panting Cornelius Rockwell exercised his fumbling fingers as 
quickly as possible, almost tearing off his clothes, then proceeding to 
slide out of his shorts. Once more she got a good look at his huge, 
throbbing cock. 

"What a fantastic prick," she smiled. "Okay, honey, come on, let's really 
get into it. Come on, tiger, let's have ourselves a wild fuck." 

He threw hims If down on top of the bed, entwining his arms around her body, 
letting them lock tightly as he pushed his lips forward and let them plunge 
sensuously against hers. 

"OOOHHH, HONEY, I LIKE THAT," she sighed. 

Cornelius began to conduct himself in the manner of a man who was possessed 
by his own wanton needs. He literally exploded with the sensual fire of 
determination as pin pricks of throbbing anxiety multiplied throughout his 
entire sweaty body as his percing tongue pushed forward, driving resiliency 
as it shoved its way inside of the beautiful blonde's mouth. His fingers 
eventually reached out and started to push with sharp urgency as they 
pinched against the warmth of her satiny back. 

When Cornelius removed his throbbing tongue from his lover's mouth, he then 
proceeded to reach down with his left hand as he permitted his fingers to 
glide slowly and smoothly against the wetness of Mary Jo's fiery pussy, the 
same cunt that she had been maneuvering her fingers against only a few 
moments earlier. Every time that his tingly fingers pushed against the 
steaming bud of her clitoris, her whole body instantly quivered as she 
heaved loud gasps. 

"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, OHHHH, SO VERY, VERY GOOD," she sighed loudly. 
"OOOHHH, HONEY, IT'SO FANTASTIC." 

"YOU'RE EVERYTHING THAT A MAN COULD DESIRE," he grinned. 

"You're not so bad yourself, honey," she winked. 

His fingers kept on ardently twisting, sliding against the wet warmth of her 
soggy vagina as he listened to the squishing sounds that his own finger 
contact made. As his fingers kept on making sensitive contact with her hot, 
fiery hole, her buttocks clenched and unclenched as they pressed 
resoundingly against the bed sheet beneath her. 

While he kept up his quick finger strokes, Mary Jo extended her long, sleek, 
white legs, which trembled as he manipulated his fingers deep inside her 
hot, joyous cuntal inferno. All the while he was propelling her that much 
closer to the moment when the juices would spurt stirringly from her organ 
and into his hand. 

A few quick, jolting finger thrusts later, her flaming white hips and sleek 
white buttocks spun back and forth as the juices began to wildly spurt from 
her throbbing organ and into her lover's hand. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HONEY, I'M SO EXCITED, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT," she sighed. 

Mary Jo watched with mounting joy, taking a good long look at her panting 
lover's huge, throbbing, blue-veined prick. Her breasts remained rock hard 
as she anticipated some more wild sexual activity. It made her feel good to 
know that she was having sex with a man for whom she could feel legitimate 
sexual passion. 

That made it far more easier for her to carry out her plan. Her pussy was 
burning even hotter than it had been prior to her orgasm as she stood there 
and stared at her lover as his big, brawny, hairy legs spread wide. He 
allowed his bulging balls to dangle far down, heavy and big, ready for the 
next phase of the action. The pubic hair around the base of his steaming 
shaft was curly and dripping with the strings of cock oil. His blue-veined 
stiffness continued to pulsate with wild excitement, hardening and becoming 
thicker with each passing moment. 

The smiling Cornelius reached down and clenched his stirring prick in his 
fist, squeezing it resoundingly as the fleshy purple head became even larger 
while his hand kept up a steady, spirited rhythm. 

"OOOHHH, THAT'S NICE, VERY NICE," the blonde beauty smiled. 

Cornelius proceeded to look down at the soft, sweet mounds of her delicate, 
resilient breasts. The smooth sheen of her satiny body flared into the full, 
creamy curves of her hips. He stared at her silky white ass, so round and 
soft, so impressive to touch. His eyes widened the longer that he stared at 
her succulent, ravishing body. 

The beautiful blonde extended her shapely legs and watched as Cornelius 
pushed her searing, acing cunt toward his face. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU DIRTY MAN," she chided him laughingly. "COME ON, HONEY, 
GO TO TOWN. OHHHH, I'LL BET YOU CAN SUCK CUNT. I'LL BET YOU'RE A NATURAL 
PUSSY LICKER." 

Mary Jo heaved a loud gasp as she felt the hot, slurping tongue of her 
wildly rampaging lover as he slipped it into the juicy lips of her 
palpitating pussy. 

Her sweat-dampened, trembling arms wrapped around her lover's head, pulling 
him ever tighter into her body as his cannonading tongue pushed its way 
piercingly into the burning depths of her soggy cuntal walls. Her sleek, 
trim, white thighs closed around his head, trapping him in their silky 
embrace. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT MY CUNT, OHHHH, GO DOWN ON ME," she gasped. "MY 
DARLING, OHHH, KEEP PUSHING YOUR TONGUE. YES, OHHH, DO IT, DO IT." 

Her head spun as Mary Jo felt his nose pushing up against her clitoris, 
rubbing the pink, pearl-like surface up to the point of climax. 

"HHHMMMM, OHHHH, OHHHHHH, AAAHHH," she moaned loudly, shaking all over, 
twisting her hips unrestrainedly as she felt his mouth suck her pussy dry. 

As the shapely blonde listened to the steady suctioning sounds, her 
pendulous breasts swung around and swayed sensually with frantic movements 
of her writhing body. She began to hunch excitedly against her lover's face, 
driving his cascading, percing, red tongue that much deeper into her 
electrified body. 

"OOOOHHH, AAAHHHHH," Mary Jo moaned as hot, thick pussy fluid washed through 
her seething vagina and into her rampaging lover's slurping^ inflamed mouth. 

"OHHHH, AAAHHH, DO IT TO ME, OHHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT," she 
sighed, her legs kicking with frantic eagerness. "OHHH, HARDER, OOOHHH, COME 
ON, OOOHHH, SUCK IT, OHHHH, EAT MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, DO IT, DO IT, DO 
IT." 

Cornelius Rockwell's wide, firm fingers spread over her twisting, silky ass, 
and all the while he was pulling her tighter against his face while his 
rapidly slashing tongue attacked her with ever greater speed. The rough, 
quivering surface, sanded against her sensitive vaginal walls, teased them 
until they were hot, throbbing, spreading wide with vigorous anticipation. 

The blonde beauty began to moan and beg again, anticipating another 
approaching climax. Her heart pounded pulsatingly as she wrapped her legs 
even tighter around both sides of his face. He liked the feel of her 
sweat-dampened legs as they pushed against his face while he kept on driving 
his burning tongue into the deep caverns of her sweltering vagina. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, DARLING, WHAT A TONGUE, WHAT A TONGUE, WHAT A TONGUE," she 
sighed. 

Undaunted by anything that Mary Jo could possibly say, the inflamed 
Cornelius Rockwell began to hunch his body gently toward hers. He was 
oblivious to anything other than his own sexual needs at that tense moment 
in time. 

Mary Jo Stratton could hear Cornelius's deep, lusty moans. His hands held 
her head in a gentle embrace, gliding it ever further as he held her close 
while his legs slowly buckled. 

His hands tightened their grip on her as groans burst from his chest. 
Abruptly Mary Jo pulled up and ciasped her body against his while her feet 
dangled even with his knees. By then she was in a state of spasming 
helplessness. Although the act had started out the other way around, Mary Jo 
found that now she was in a state of hypnotic ecstasy, waiting for him to 
take total command of her sweaty body. 

He continued to clutch his beautiful lover tightly, squeezing her as if she 
were some kind of cuddly toy. With their lips even, their frantically 
twisting, sweaty bodies close to meshing, she began to twist frenziedly in 
his arms as he held onto her tightly. Pantingly he lowered her inch by inch 
as his flesh joined hers. A throaty sigh broke loose from deep in 
Cornelius's throat as Mary Jo held on for dear life, helplessly locked in 
his passionate embrace, recognizing that he was completely in command. She 
could feel his hot body meshing with hers as her feet kicked upward toward 
the ceiling and her toes curled frantically. Mary Jo had a feeling of being 
locked somewhere in outer space and felt extra good about it. She liked the 
way that this handsome, dominant lawyer was taking complete command of her 
in bed. 

Abruptly her hands flew around her lover's neck. Mary Jo threw her head back 
as wave upon wave of ecstasy swept over her infatuated body. She felt like 
she was suspended somewhere in outer space, totally dominated by her lover's 
frenzied male desires. As she clung there, her weight suspended by her hands 
and his muscular body, Mary Jo felt his warm, strong hands moving up and 
down her satiny back. 

"It feels so good, your flesh feels so good," he sighed. 

Cornelius reached out and made a quick, ferent grab for the creamy whiteness 
of the beautiful blonde's smooth, fleshy breasts, set off by the captivating 
strawberry redness of her taut nipples. They jutted out hard and smooth, 
like tiny pebbles, and soon he could hear the frantic sounds of her heavy 
panting, making it only too clear to him as to just how badly she needed 
sex. 

Mary Jo swung her legs around her handsome lover, barely even aware of what 
she was doing, her heart pounding frantically as she reacted solely out of 
an instinctual passion. She clung to his body tightly, shifting and moaning 
as she felt his strong fingers touching her. Excitedly the beautiful blonde 
wiggled her hips and shifted her hot breasts, locked in the frantic clutches 
of the handsome, brawny Cornelius Rockwell. 

As she twisted sensuously in her handsome pursuer's arms, their lips met 
once more. Their tongues had become accustomed to each other's pungent 
taste. Now they explored and plunged even deeper, his mouth sucking hers 
inside him until he was frantically eating her lips and tongue at the same 
time while their breath merged and they gasped longingly. 

While the panting Jovers continued to frenziedly kiss and tongue, their 
sweaty bodies began to press even closer together. Cornelius's mighty hips 
moved forward, after which his lover ground back, moving sensuously against 
him as her heels dug against his warm buttocks as if she were riding a 
horse. 

Frantically Mary Jo continued to hunch, and even faster she moved her 
writhing body until she was manipulating it like a rodeo rider on a wild 
bucking bronco. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS WONDERFUL," she gasped loudly. "OHHH, CORNELIUS, 
YOU'RE SOME KIND OF STUD. OHHH, AAAHHH, DOMINATE ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK 
ME. YES, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, OHHH, SCREW ME, MY DARLING. YES, OHHH, KEEP IT 
GOING, OHHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT YOU, WANT YOU, WANT 
YOU." 

He held still and let her gyrate her sweaty body against his. Cornelius 
shoved up against her so tightly that only he could pull away, and he was 
not about to do that, at least not until he was through with his impassioned 
fucking. 

Cornelius looked down at Mary Jo and observed that her eyes were glazed with 
lust. He recognized just how much she wanted him, and the feeling was 
completely mutual. Her mouth was wide open at that moment as she started to 
close her eyes slowly. She nestled in his arms, pulling her legs into a 
hammerlock, tightening her magnificently endowed body as much as possible. 

As she sank against the bed beneath her, Mary Jo tightened her hold on her 
lover as if he would somehow get away. Then she sighed in satisfaction as 
his weight came pressing down against her breasts and stomach. 

The determined Cornelius's mouth sucked tightly onto his lover's delicate 
ear as his tongue licked over and through its sensitive surface. Slurping 
sounds filled her brain. It was the sound of the sea in deep caverns. It 
threatened a frantic tidal wave that would wash through her, all the way to 
the cowering gray mass of her brain. 

"AAAHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, AAAAHHH," she let out a loud, desperate series of 
sighs. 

With one mighty shove of his buttocks, he tore himself into her. He moved in 
time to the passage of his penetrating tongue probing inside her ear: The 
sound of his hot tongue and his moving flesh met in great echoes somewhere 
inside her enraptured being. 

Frantically the beautiful blonde held on, depending on Cornelius's 
incredible strength. She was drowning in a sea of tempestuous sex and loved 
every solitary bit of it. The panting Cornelius was coming out for her, 
holding her tightly, swimming with her in his arms. Tightly she continued to 
cling, gasping loudly, loving every frantic moment that was passing between 
them. 

He felt his lover lock into a spasm beneath him and pull away again. This 
time Cornelius let her wait until she was afraid he would not come back. 
When she moaned and hunched up hard for it, he pushed down into her writhing 
body. 

As he flung his steaming cock forward, he proceeded to move half-in, 
half-out, eager to fuck her as frantically as possible, but wanting to 
extend the act so that he could enjoy it for quite some time before bringing 
it to a close. Mary Jo pushed up frantically, her hips sharply undulating as 
she shoved her body closer to his. When she was at the top of her upstroke 
he ground down hard, shoving his searing manhood the rest of the way inside 
her and pressing her down sharply against the bed beneath her. 

"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK" he grunted. "COME ON, OHHH, HONEY, KEEP MOVING 
THAT BEAUTIFUL BUTT. OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE SWINGING IT. AAAHHH, 
YOU'RE A GREAT SCREW. SWEETHEART, OHHH, THIS IS FUCKING, DAMNED, IT'S 
FUCKING AT ITS BEST." 

Commandingly he continued to hold firmly, pushing forward, shoving his body 
rigidly against hers, driving his pelvic mound against the beautiful 
blonde's sweaty form as he could feel the tight, tender bud of her 
femininity pushing into him as he ground down hard and fast, driving his 
steaming cock with torrid passion as it worked its way into the searing 
depths of her cunt. 

She felt him moving even faster as he pushed his cock into her searing cunt. 
His commanding strokes were long and deep, pushing him into the frantic, 
velvety depths of her throbbing womb. His weight slammed into her again and 
again as he propelled his body forward, shoving it repeatedly against her as 
he pushed that much closer to the state of a spine-tingling orgasm. 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS FUCKING," he gasped. "DARLING, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE 
IT. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT ALL. WHAT FUCKING, OHHHH, BEAUTIFUL FUCKING." 

They rhythm of his husky panting in her ears complemented the probing 
movements of his stiffly penetrating tool as he drove it with great gusto 
into the piercing depths of her warm, spasming womb. She could feel her 
pussy lips palpitating with frenzied desire as he kept on slamming his cock 
into her again and again, driving himself that much nearer to the state of a 
wild climax. 

Her belly and chest constricted as she felt her palpitating pussy slowly go 
to pieces. The feel of his thick, enormous rod pushing its way into the 
scalding depths of her belly had her on the verge of an explosion. Her 
satiny legs extended wider, begging for even more cock, for as much as he 
could supply. 

The beautiful blonde's sweltering vagina clutched down hard against his 
rampaging rod. 

Her twisting, silky ass globes ground frantically against the crisp white 
bed sheets beneath her as she screwed the long, tumid shaft that continued 
to plunge deep between her cascading legs. 

"OOOHH, THAT'S IT, FUCK UP TO ME, OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING," he grunted. 
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LIKE IT. OOOHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF FUCK. OOOHHH, HONEY, 
OHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO WORK YOUR ASS. OHHHH, THAT HOT, BEAUTIFUL ASS. 
COME ON, OHHHH, LET'S KEEP IT UP." 

While the beautiful blonde's head continued to spin, she wiggled her 
buttocks more rapidly than ever, driving her undulating hips back and forth 
and shoving her searing cunt up to meet the quick, determined shaft stabs 
that he sent into the burning depths of her inner tightness. A few quick, 
determined penis stabs later, she could hold out no longer. v 

"OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE I GO," she sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, 
KEEP PLANTING IT INTO ME. OOOHHH, SWEETHEART, OHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I 
LOVE YOUR FUCKING. COME ON, OHHH, KEEP EDGING UP TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, 
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME." 

As the scalding juices exploded from her tumultuous pussy, Cornelius 
Rockwell reached out and let his fingers clasp tightly against the warmth of 
her taut pink nipples. He let his fingers push and drive against her 
scalding nipples, which he twitched and tweaked as his thundering penis 
continued to drive into the warm, moist inner depths of her exploding pussy. 

"OOOHHH, HERE I GO," he warned her. "OOOHHH, AAAHH, COME ON, KEEP TWISTING 
YOUR HOT BUTT. OOOHHH, DARLING, OHHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OHHHH, WHAT A 
HOT BUTT." 

He removed his fingers promptly from her nipples, letting them push 
cascadingly against the whiteness of her rapidly twisting buttocks. As his 
fingers inundated sharply against the piercing warmth of her skin, she let 
out a shriek. Mary Jo loved the way that he was dominating her, right up 
until the final moment in time, when his stirring juices were exploding from 
the throbbing tip of his mammoth cock head and his fingers were pushing 
against the ripeness of her firm, flowing ass cheeks. 

"OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT," he told her, smiling with sublime 
joy. 

Cornelius Rockwell was so impressed with Mary Jo's shapely blonde beauty 
that he was not about to stop after one orgasm. His fingers pushed 
frantically up and down the firm length of his prick, which stiffened 
considerably, ultimately attaining the same length that it had proudly 
reached prior to his first orgasm. 

He reached out with his fingers, letting them confidently plunge against the 
warmth of her supple buttocks. He manipulated her onto her hands and knees, 
continuing to stare at her silky ass globes. 

As his fingers pushed tightly against the warmth of her sleek, white ass 
cheeks, he shoved his hard, determined cock forward, taking dead aim on the 
hairless cleft of her anus. 

"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOOOWWWW, QOOOHHH, OOOHHHHH," she shrieked. 

"OHHH, WHAT AN ASS," Cornelius grunted. "COME ON, OHHH, FLIP YOUR BUTT 
AROUND. HONEY, OHHHH, IT'S NOT GONNA TAKE LONG. OHHHH, I HAVE TO JUICE. 
OOOHHH, YOU'RE TOO TIGHT, OHHHH, TOO TIGHT." 

Even though Cornelius luxuriated in every swift, plunging, forward stab that 
his knife-like penis worked into the rubbery depths of her rectum, he knew 
that he would soon be orgasming. His thudding testicles bounced against the 
resilience of her nether cheeks as he kept on flinging his inflamed phallic 
stick into the burning depths of her tight nether grip. He held on tightly 
with both hands, pinching at her ass cheeks until, finally, he realized he 
was standing on the verge of a wild climax. There was no way that he could 
hold back the thundering flood tide of sensuality that burned throughout his 
spasming body. 

"OHHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A HOT BUTT," he grunted. "OHHHH, COME ON, TWIST IT SOME 
MORE. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT." 

He slapped at her ass cheeks several times, heaved a deep gasp, and then, 
finally, the stirring droplets of his thick, salty semen began to explode 
tumultously from the tip of his searing cock and into the burning depths of 
her rubbery rectum. 

A few moments later the handsome and satisfied Rockwell collapsed next to 
the sweaty, dazed Mary Jo, "Honey, like the commercial says, you've come a 
long way, baby," Cornelius Rockwell laughed" "I guess it took something like 
this to bring me out of my medieval ways." 

"Whatever the reason, honey, I'm glad you did," she smiled. 

"I'd say you're a gal who knows how to use friendly persuasion," Corenlius 
smiled, running his fingers through her sweat-dampened blond strands of 
hair. "I'll tell you something else, too. You're gonna go even further. You 
just might make it to Indianapolis, honey, and be the first woman ever to 
win there." 

"That's my goal." 

"I'll tell you something else, too. Not only are you gonna be in my race. 
I'm gonna do whatever I can to help you in other big tracks throughout the 
country, and I've got plenty of influence." 

"Oh, Cornelius, you're an absolute doll." 

"Just one thing, though." 

"Yes." 

"Hope I can come back for seconds. And after that, thirds, and fourths and 
so on. Just as long as my sweet little old wife doesn't know about it." 

"Of course." 

"You know, I guess she doesn't give me enough passionate sex anyway," he 
grinned. "That being the case, I've gotta get my supply somewhere, don't I?" 

"Oh, yes." 

"I'm not supposed to play favorites, and I'm not supposed to be partial, but 
I'm gonna say somethin' anyway." 

"What, dear?" 

"You cute little blonde pussy, I hope you win that race," he winked. 

"I think maybe I'm gonna do just that." 

"And then after you've won the Peach State Classic, you're gonna go on to 
more victories. And old Corenlius Rockwell can feel satisfied knowin' he had 
a hand in all of it." 

"A hand and a cock," Mary Jo smiled. "Especially the cock." 

"You're as clever as you are beautiful," he grinned, "and I'll bet you're 
one hell of a race car driver." 

"I'm the best, if I do say so myself," she laughed. 


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