All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

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A painter with a remarkably steady hand was writing the name Peter Jokland with a long, thin pinstriping brush. The white letters seemed to flow off the tiny brush onto the green paint below like they were meant to be there.

"Can you put Jock in the middle, with little quotation marks?" Jock asked just in time, as the "r" in Peter was going down.

"Sure man, no problem," the painter said.

The next morning Jock switched on the garage lights and ran his hand along the fender of his new pride and joy, a 1971 Jaguar XK-E roadster that he had spent the winter working on. It was far from a stock E-Type, having been modified into a race car in its previous life, before Jock saw it and had to have it. It's one of those cars, you know? The kind that, when it finds its soul mate, it knocks them for a loop and forces them to buy it, no matter what the cost. It's one of those love at first site things, and it happens to lots of people, with all different kinds of seductive objects. Shoes, paintings, guitars, handbags. For Jock it was the E-Type. British racing green paint, fat tires on white wheels under even fatter fender flares, a roll bar, a fuel filler on the deck lid, a big number 9 in a white circle on the side. Like all E-Types it was a combination of masculine and feminine cues, this one even more so, with an ass-ier looking ass and more muscular bulges. From some angles you wanted to fuck it. From others it looked like it wanted to fuck you.

After months of work it was finished and gleaming, with the driver's name freshly painted at the top of the door in the traditional way. Jock raced in vintage events, where old race cars are brought out to play, screaming around historic old tracks just for the fun and the glory, and the Jaguar was his latest muse.

It's an expensive hobby, but Jock had the dough. The son of a concrete magnate, he'd inherited the business and promptly sold it, much more interested in play than work. Of course play can be a lot of work too, especially when you're juggling relationships with eight or ten women. That's a lot of balls to keep in the air. Jock liked big titted girls, and bigger things are harder to juggle. Have you ever tried to juggle a whole bunch of balls the size of big tits? It's not easy.

The reason women flocked to Jock was easy to see — a young-at-heart guy in his early thirties, wealthy, six feet tall with unpretentious muscles and a big cock. The wavy blonde hair and blue eyes didn't hurt either. His motorcycles and fast cars drew the bad girls, and his quiet, thoughtful personality drew the good girls. He preferred them somewhere in between, but he wasn't picky.

Ursula was an example of the perfect balance. A tall, willowy blonde, she came from a conservative family with money, had an Ivy League education, worked as a buyer for a women's clothing retailer and volunteered with troubled kids on the weekends. At night with Jock she came out of her shell, wearing sexier clothes than she ever used to, fucking him in bar-room bathrooms, gradually learning the ways of wanton sexuality. She stopped by that Saturday morning hoping catch Jock in his garage.

"Wow!" she said as she walked in and saw the gleaming green car.

"Hey baby," Jock said. He walked over and gave her a lingering kiss. One with some heat behind it. "I was just thinking about you."

"Yeah, right!" Ursula chuckled. She knew he had lots of other girls, and she hadn't seen him in two weeks or more.

"No really! The curves on this car, they remind me of you," he said, running his hand over the voluptuous green fender."

Ursula laughed. "You're too much Jock."

"That's a good thing, right?" he said, his mouth curling into the delicious smile women couldn't resist. Ursula certainly couldn't resist him. That smile did crazy things to her, made her insides all hot and churny feeling.

"You're just in time. I'm gonna pop her cherry this morning," Jock said. Ursula just looked at him. "First drive. Maiden voyage, get it?"

"Even your cars are sex objects," Ursula said, shaking her head but smiling. "You taking it to the track?"

"I registered this one for the street. I'll race it too, but I wanted to be able to use it more."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah, it's got lights and stuff. My insurance guy wasn't too happy about it, but I twisted his arm."

"Do you always get your way?" Ursula asked, smirking a little.

"I hope so. Damn you look good today. I don't see you much in your everyday clothes. I like it," Jock said. His smile was working its magic again. "So, you got some time? Go for a ride?"

"Which kind of ride are we talking about?" Ursula asked, her eyes twinkling, giving away her churny insides.

"Ooo, I like the sound of that," Jock said. He walked over and put his hands on Ursula's shoulders, locking his blue eyes on hers. "What do you say we see if this thing gets us as far as the mountains, and we'll spread out a blanket and give some of those red squirrels a good show."

Twenty minutes later, after a phone call canceling a shopping date with her girlfriend, Ursula stood next to the menacing but sensual looking car while Jock started the engine. The whole front of the car was hinged open, exposing the twelve cylinder engine which seemed to fill its space in the chassis without an inch to spare. Jock sat in the drivers seat, flipped a switch and pushed the starter button.

BRRRAAP!...BRRRAAP, BRRRAAP!

"Oh my God!" Ursula yelled, her senses assaulted by the racing headers and unmuffled exhaust pipes.

Jock could barely hear her, but he could read her lips, and he smiled. The engine settled into a lumpy idle. He checked under the hood for oil leaks and closed it up, quieting the raucous engine, but only slightly.

"You sure you want to go all the way to the mountains?" Ursula yelled.

"Yeah, it'll be fun. I've gotta shake it down and see what it can do. I'll bring some ear plugs for ya," Jock yelled. "It won't be so bad when I get it outside. Hang on a minute."

BRRRAAP!...BRRRAAP! Jock blipped the throttle, driving it slowly past the other cars and motorcycles in the old warehouse he called 'the garage', out into the open air.

"That's better," he said, able to converse at a more normal level. "She's got some attitude."

"I'll say," Ursula said.

"You're gonna have to climb in over the side, that door's welded shut. The seat's pretty comfortable though. I'm gonna grab a jacket for you and close this place up," he said.

He ran back in the building and Ursula sized up her mount. The car was vibrating and buzzing like a beast, obviously not happy sitting still. She held onto the rollbar and lifted her long leg over the low door. Her other leg followed the first and she wiggled her slim butt into the tiny seat. It was surprisingly comfortable. Jock locked the door to the shop and threw a jacket and a blanket behind the seats. Ursula was slowly figuring out the five-point racing harness, adjusting the straps over her shoulders.

"Do I really need all this?" she asked.

"It's not a bad idea. I feel much more relaxed when I know I can't get thrown."

"Thrown?" Ursula said, her eyes big and questioning.

"Yeah, thrown out. Ejected."

Jock was getting himself settled. He entered through an opening door but had to climb over the steel pipe roll cage. He strapped on his five belts like an old pro.

"How often do girls get ejected?" Ursula asked, her voice still raised over the din of the engine.

"Only when they're mean to me," Jock smiled. He handed her a pair of sunglasses. "You're gonna need these, there's not much of a windshield on this thing."

'Windshield' was really much too grandiose a name for the six inch high plexiglass wind deflector in front of them. It didn't look to Ursula like it would be much protection, and she was right.

Jock blipped the throttle and they were away, the angry engine roaring but sounding sweeter and sweeter as the RPM's increased. After working their way out of the congested streets around Jock's place and getting to the main road, Jock got on the throttle and worked up through the gears, the V12 pulling strong enough to push Ursula back, forcing her up the sloped back of the seat tight against her shoulder belts.

"Holy shit!" she yelled.

The two of them had huge grins on their faces and their blonde hair blew wildly in the wind. The car felt like it was just inches off the ground, hurtling down the road at an impossibly fast rate. After they had made their way out of the city they slowed as they reached a village and Jock pulled into a corner store for some gas. He flipped the lever on his belts and was out of the car like an acrobat. He filled the fuel cell and poured in a can of octane booster. Ursula tried to sort out her tangled hair when he went in the store, but she realized it was going to be a lost cause. Jock came out with a long submarine sandwich and a six-pack of water.

"I got the plain cold-cuts one, is that all right?" he said as he tossed them to Ursula. She nodded and smiled as she stashed them on the floor under her legs.

Back on the road Jock was in his element. Country roads twisted and turned, sunlight flashed across his golden hair, and the smile never left his face as he worked his way up and down the gears. The foothills of the mountains approached as the sun hit its noon-day high. Ursula had her head back and eyes closed, soaking in the warm rays.

"How about Grey Cliff?" Jock asked as they flew down a deserted mountain road. "That's a nice spot."

"Sure," Ursula said, looking at her handsome lover as she came out of her sun-dazed fog.

She'd heard stories about Grey Cliff, but never been there. Back in her youth it was a popular camping spot for young folks that her teenaged boyfriend had tried to lure her to back in the day. She didn't go, weaseled out with some lame excuse, and ended up not loosing her virginity until her sophomore year at college. She'd always wished she'd gone to Grey Cliff that weekend and gotten things started earlier.

They had enough miles behind them that Jock was able to relax more and enjoy the surroundings, confident the newly restored car was going to get them where they wanted to go. He looked over at Ursula and couldn't help but smile at the way she looked — long blonde hair flashing with sunlight as it blew wildly in the wind. Impossibly long blue-jean clad legs disappearing into the footwell. The big tits he couldn't get enough of criss-crossed by the racing belts that pinned her lithe body to the seat. Even the men's sunglasses looked good on her, giving her a European flair, like a sultry spy from an old movie.

He'd met Ursula at the movies, flirting with her at the snack counter as their respective dates sat unaware in the theater. Her long legs are what first caught his eye, and then her quick wit and intelligence sealed the deal. Most of his girls were more 'blue collar', so stumbling on a girl like Ursula was a special treat and he poured on the charm. The next night they fucked in the ladies room at a dance club in the city. It was a first for Ursula, doing something that uninhibited. She discovered her inner slut that night, and loved it. She and Jock have been 'friends with benefits' ever since.

Jock turned onto a dirt road, slowing so the Jaguar's stiff suspension didn't shake them to pieces. The engine spitted and snarled at the slow speed, the raucous sound echoing off the dense forest surrounding them. After a mile or so he pulled off into an informal parking spot and shut down the snarling engine. As Ursula's ears adjusted to the silence she could hear birds and a chattering red squirrel.

"I think I'll try those earplugs on the way back," Ursula said, rubbing her ears with her fingers.

She put her sunglasses on the dashboard, unstrapped herself and climbed out over the door, being careful not to step on the sandwich.

Jock got out and opened the trunk. The space was mostly filled up with a racing fuel cell, but he had a few tools stashed back there too. He found what he needed and then unlatched the hood and tipped it forward. Heat poured off the big engine, and he started adjusting the six two-barrel carburetors.

"This'll just take a minute," he said to Ursula as she watched. It all looked like an impossible tangle of parts to her. Jock turned the twelve tiny screws almost imperceptible amounts, working very delicately, almost like a surgeon. "There," he said when he was done. "She's runnin' pretty good, but this'll sweeten her up."

He closed up the hood and the trunk while Ursula gathered up the sandwich, water and blanket.

"What do you think, Upper Pond?" Jock asked.

"I don't know, I've never been here," Ursula said.

"Oh, definitely Upper Pond then. I know just the spot."

Jock took the bag with the food and water and they headed down a trail covered with soft pine needles. The dark, filtered light of the deep forest opened on a beautiful mountain pond hemmed in by ragged cliffs on two sides. The trail pulled away from the water and climbed steeply. Through the trees Ursula could see sunlight sparkling off the pond below them as they headed for the top of the cliffs. It was a bit of a scramble, and she was glad she had worn sneakers instead of slippery soled shoes. After a longer climb than she had expected they emerged at the back of a cliff-top, with a spectacular view spread out before them.

"Wow! That was worth it!" she said as she took it all in.

"Let's take a break," Jock said. They sat down on the smooth rock and he cracked open two water bottles and handed one to Ursula. "Not too much farther. The rest is pretty easy."

"You bring all your girls up here?" Ursula asked with a knowing smirk.

"I used to, when I was a kid. I haven't been here in years though. It's such a beautiful place, bringing you here just feels right."

Jock was a natural sweet talker. It was never forced or contrived sounding. He just said what he naturally felt, and it always sounded right. All the girls loved that about him.

"So what were you goin' shopping for today? More sexy underwear to drive us guys wild?"

"What makes you think there's more than one guy?" Ursula said.

"You mean you're all mine?" Jock said, leaning back on his elbows and kissing her. It was a nice, lingering, nibbling kiss, full of possibilities.

"I could be," Ursula said when they came up for air.

"I've always had the feeling you have quite an appetite," Jock said in his usual honest way. Sometimes the girls didn't like that quite so much.

"Like a slut who sleeps around you mean?" Ursula said with a tinge of unpleasantness.

"No. I just always felt like we were kindred spirits in a way."

Ursula wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She decided to take it as a compliment, especially considering how far she'd come since her virginal high school days.

Jock got up and offered Ursula his hand, helping her to her feet. She followed him across the cliff-top, back into the woods. Ten minutes later, after another scrambling climb, they emerged onto another cliff-top. Ursula smiled when she saw the small jewel-like pond they were approaching. It was an almost perfectly round basin scooped out of the smooth rock of the cliff-top, filled with sparkling, crystal clear water, with huge, squared-off boulders scattered around its perimeter. If it wasn't for the trees in the distance and the blue sky she could have been convinced she was on another planet.

"It's beautiful!" she said.

Jock climbed up on a massive flat-topped boulder at the edge of the water and looked around.

"This is a good spot. Give me the stuff," he said.

Ursula handed him the food and the blanket, Jock took her hand and pulled her up as she tried to get a foothold on the smooth rock. None too gracefully she made it up. From their new vantage point they could see most of the big lower pond at the base of the cliffs and untold miles of mountains in the distance. Jock spread out the blanket and unwrapped the sandwich. They sat and ate, admiring the view, chatting about mutual friends. When the food was gone Jock pulled off his t-shirt.

"A little sunbathing sir?" Ursula asked as she admired her favorite lover.

"Somethin' like that," he said.

His mouth curled up into that delicious smile again and Ursula's insides got all hot and churney like they do. She unbuttoned her little gingham top and it slipped down her slender arms. Jock was out of his shoes and jeans and he lay back on the blanket with his eyes closed, soaking in the warm rays of the sun. The meaty cock Ursula loved bulged the front of his boxers. That feeling of anticipation when you know you're about to have great sex hit her, and her skin erupted in goosebumps as she slipped her jeans down her long legs. There was no one around, and no reason to be shy, she thought, so her everyday bra and thong came off too. She snuggled her naked body against Jock, throwing a long leg over his.

"This's what I'm talkin' about!" he said. A sizzling kiss drew them closer together. His hand went to her soft tits. They both moaned into the silence of the rocky wilderness.

Ursula's tits were special to Jock. They weren't perfect 'nude model' tits, they sagged a little too much if one wanted to get picky like that. They were big though, which was his thing, and they just looked right on her. They hung with a v-shaped cleavage that was different from the other girls, their nipples were big and well defined, and most of all, tits that big and sexy on an ivy league business woman were just plain awesome. Oh yeah, the way they bounced when she rode him cowgirl was pretty special too.

Ursula's hand slipped into Jock's boxers and found a quickly growing erection. Jock's free hand had the shorts off in a flash and they were both bare-assed in the sun. It didn't take long for Ursula to reorient herself and swallow the big cock whole.

Just as Jock loved the tits he was trying to hold onto, Ursula loved the cock she was sucking. Jock's had been her first big cock, and it was still the best she'd ever felt inside her. Their first time together — in that dance club ladies room — she was sure it wouldn't fit, and then when it did she was sure she'd loose her mind. Nothing in her mediocre sex life up to that point had prepared her for what being filled with a cock that big felt like. And Jock, always good with his tools, knew how to use it too. Up against the wall like that, with women pounding on the door to get in, Ursula floated away on that big cock to a place she didn't know existed.

"Oh baby that feels good," Jock said, his voice lifting off the big boulder to the deep blue sky above.

Ursula glanced at him, and then at the long view across the mountains as she slurped her way up the hot, fleshy shaft and then plunged her head down again, engulfing it. Cock-sucking had become one of her specialties. She loved the raw carnality of it.

"Do me doggie baby," Ursula said as she positioned herself. "We can both look at the view."

Jock was more interested in looking at her sweet ass, opened up to him with her back arched as she waited for him on all fours.

"Fuck baby, you look so good," Jock said as his mouth went to her tender parts.

Ursula watched two tiny figures walking around the lower pond as Jock licked deep, his tongue slipping into the warmth of her pussy. She wondered if anyone would come up the trail to the upper pond. If they did she and Jock would be on full view, fucking like animals on top of a rock, like some sort of offering to the gods. The thought excited her and a small orgasm made her tremble.

Jock knew that tremble and loved it. He smiled as he licked deep again, and then positioned himself for more. His cock was rock hard as it disappeared inch by glorious inch inside Ursula. When he had buried himself balls deep he leaned forward, took her hanging tits in his rough hands and kissed her on the neck.
"Oh Fuuuck!" she moaned.

Jock started thrusting more steadily, letting go of the tits he loved so he could get his full body into it. He grasped Ursula's slender hips and took in the view — the beads of sweat starting to glint on her back reminiscent of the sparkling water on the lower pond in the distance. He saw people below too, a group of four entering the woods, on the trial to the cliffs.

Ursula came quickly. The excitement of being so exposed in such a primal situation took her over the top much sooner than normal. Watching and feeling Ursula come was too much for Jock — with a groan he unloaded a gushing flow of cum on her ass and sweaty back. She stayed on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder at him with a lusty smile, her hair still tangled and wild looking. Jock's fingers played in her pussy and then his tongue went back to work, lapping up the juiciness that his deep fucking had stirred up. His face was buried between her ass cheeks when hikers emerged from the woods not far from them, directly across the little upper pond.

"Jock!" she said when she saw them. She dropped onto her stomach on the blanket, kicking her pile of clothes off the edge of the boulder in the process. Jock watched as they tumbled into the water.

"It's all right, people swim and sunbath naked here all the time. We used to anyway. Your clothes just fell in the pond by the way," Jock smiled.

"What?!" Ursula gasped.

She turned her body around, staying low on her stomach, and peered over the edge. Her jeans had sunk in what looked like two or three feet of water, and her shirt and bra were floating. The little thong was nowhere to be seen.

"This is all you need for the hike out," Jock said. He held up the little thong and her sneakers. "Nobody'd complain about that," he smiled.

"Jock, you've got to get that stuff!" she said, watching her shirt as it slowly sank to the bottom. The bra was floating away, being pushed across the sparkling, ripply water by the light breeze.

Jock leapt off the boulder and splashed into the water. He let out a whoop when his head emerged, the ice cold water shocking him. He dove for the pants and shirt, much deeper in the glass clear water than Ursula thought they were, and tossed them out before swimming to retrieve the errant brassier.

The older couple on the other side of the pond watched the unfolding scene. Jock scrambled out of the ice cold water and tossed the sopping wet clothes up to Ursula. She had no choice but to show her big tits as she caught the clothing. The whole thing made her blush, especially when she felt the gobs of sticky cum dripping down the small of her back. Jock climbed up the side of the boulder and sat next to her, his skin as cold as ice, his big cock shriveled to a small little penis. Ursula gathered up the blanket and pulled it around their shoulders to warm Jock and shield her bare breasts from the onlookers. It also helped to clean the mess off her back, which she was happy about.

"It's always an adventure with you," she said, shaking her head but smiling. "Do you think they saw us?"

"You mean that orgasm you had? I hope so, more people need to see that. You're so beautiful when you fuck."

Ursula looked at Jock and smiled at his straightforwardness. She heard laughter and saw four more people coming off the trail onto the cliff top.

"I need the sun on me to warm me up. Lie back with me, they won't see much of us," Jock said.

He pulled the blanket off their shoulders baring Ursula's breasts to the six nearby hikers. She blushed again while he spread it out and he surprised her by lying on his back, with his cock visible. Ursula snuggled up against him.

"Don't worry, they can't see much up here," he said.

She wanted to squeeze out her clothes and lay them out to dry, so she rolled onto her stomach and reached for her jeans. She twisted and squeezed about a gallon of pond water out of them and spread them out on the rock. Her shirt and bra were next. Having her smoothly shaved bare pussy on view with people walking around was too much for her, so she put on her little thong. She was amazed at how that little patch of fabric relaxed her, and she rolled onto her back with Jock, letting the warm sun soak into her.

She woke from a dozing dream when she heard soft voices. About forty feet away, on the top of another, higher boulder, a teenaged girl and two teenaged boys sat gazing upon her and Josh. She nudged him out of his slumber.

"We've got an audience," she said.

"Good. You want me to make you cum again?" he smiled.

"You might wanna cover up that big dick of yours. Did you have a good dream or something?" She said, admiring it's swollen size. She reached for her damp bra and put it on.

"Dreamin' about you baby," he said. He rolled against Ursula and kissed her. His cock grew even more.

"For real, a big hard-on's not what we should be showing those kids," she said.

Josh pulled on his boxers and sat cross-legged so his big erection wasn't so visible, but the kids had already gotten a good look at it. Ursula could hear them giggling.

"These jeans are still soaking wet," she said as she pulled on her little gingham shirt.

"You don't need 'em. You got the best legs in the world, you should show 'em off."

"Yeah, I'm gonna walk down the trail in a thong," she said sarcastically.

"Well, we can't wait for them to dry. We need to get back before dark. The lights on the Jag aren't all working like they should. Just wrap the blanket around you."

Ursula thought about her predicament while Jock got dressed. After squeezing a little more liquid water out of the bluejeans she finally resigned herself to the situation and wrapped the blanket around her waist, tying it as best she could. It was bulky but serviceable. They gathered up their food trash and water bottles and Josh held one of Ursula's hands, helping her lower herself off their perch. He slid down after her. The hike back down was much easier. Ursula was able to look around more, enjoying the wilderness scenery. They passed the lower pond and hiked out the soft, piney trail to the parking area. There were four cars next to the Jag when they got there.

"That seat's pretty tight, you'll probably be more comfortable bare-assed," Jock said when he saw her eyeing things.

He opened the big hood and fiddled with something while Ursula climbed into the cockpit. She untied the blanket and wiggled into the little racing seat. As she tried to strap herself in she found the crotch strap of the five-way harness was uncomfortable on her bare thighs.

"Can I leave this strap between my legs off?" she asked.

"Sure. All you really need is the waist belt. The rest is up to you."

Jock closed up the hood and climbed in next to Ursula.

"Damn baby, that's sexy!" he said, admiring her in her thong with those long naked legs. "You should take the shirt off. That'd be fuckin' hot!"

"Yeah right!" she said as another car pulled in.

Jock hit the starter switch and the engine burst to life with the familiar vibration and buzzing. Ursula was beginning to like the raucous race car. She had planning on putting the blanket over her legs, but tucked it underneath them instead, feeling wonderfully slutty as they pulled out and waved at some newly arrived hikers. It was two handsome men in their thirties, watching intently as the race car spit and snarled, and she suddenly wished she'd been brave enough to take off her shirt when Jock had mentioned it.

Out on the road the engine smoothed to its velvet roar. As they flew down a deserted road in the late afternoon sun Ursula unhooked her shoulder belts and pushed them out of the way. She unbuttoned her little shirt as Jock glanced over with a smile. She wiggled out of it, stashed it under her legs, leaned back and closed her eyes. Jock slowed to a safer speed so he could admire her long lithe body, nearly naked, the sunlight flashing on her through the forest trees. Ursula glanced at Jock when she felt his gaze on her, her mouth curling into a delightful smirk. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. The feathery garment slipped down her arms, onto the floor beneath her legs. She leaned back and felt the warm wind on her big tits, her heart beating fast. Neither one of them said a word. Both of them felt warm and churny inside.

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Jock took the Jag to the track the next weekend. Strapped in with his fire suit and helmet on, he pushed his new toy to the limit. The car's poise through esse turns and high speed sweepers kept a smile on his face for the whole session. That evening in the paddock he was changing brake pads when Bill and Jane Wilson came over to chat, both with cocktails in their hands. Bill was a captain of industry and raced expensive Italian exotics. Old Ferraris, Maseratis and an Alfa Romeo Formula One car from the '70's were his toys of choice. The vintage racing scene was well populated with wealthy businessmen like Bill. Most of their wives stayed home, but Jane often came with Bill for track days and weekend long racing events. The first time Jock had met her she seemed like a typical trophy wife, bored and ready to find a way back home, but Jock's charm opened her eyes to the possibilities, and that evening, when Bill went into town with some of the guys for drinks, she slipped into Jock's big, bus-like motorhome.

"I hope you don't mind," she had said. "Care to entertain an older woman for an hour?"

It was pretty clear to Jock what was on her mind. Before either of them could worry too much about the ramifications her jeans were around her ankles and she was bent over the dining table with eight inches of Jock stuffed in her. She claimed it was her first affair, but Jock didn't believe her. It all seemed too easy for her, and she was too nonchalant when she left for it to be the first time she had cheated. It turned into a regular thing — sneaking quick blowjobs while Bill was on the track, fingering Jane to orgasm behind the paddock, fucking here and there when they could. Bill was a powerful man in many ways, so the danger factor was ever-present, and it made the sex that much hotter.

As Bill and Jane looked over Jock's new Jaguar for the first time, Jane's hand found Jock's crotch and gave it a playful squeeze while her husbands head was under the hood. Jock returned the favor, sliding his hand down Jane's ass, fingering her pussy through her stretchy denim jeans while he explained the carburetor set-up to Bill. When her breathing got loud enough for Bill to hear Jock stopped. That evening Jane slipped quietly into Jock's motorhome, like she often did.

"Billy's just starting a Skype meeting with his Australia office," she said. "I told him I was going for a walk around the track to burn off dinner. Make me sweat so I look well exercised when I go back to him."

Her arms were around Jock and their lips locked as the last word came out of her mouth. The next thing out was a moan as Jock palmed her shirt with his hand and squeezed her big bra-less tits. They weren't real — Bill had paid for them — but the best cosmetic surgeon in New York had done the work and Jock had to admit they were sexy as hell, even if they didn't feel as good as Ursula and his other natural girls. The rest of Jane was pretty hot too, especially considering her age. Amongst the middle-aged women at the track, or anywhere for that matter, her ass in tight jeans was pretty spectacular. In the world of trophy wives Jane was a first place trophy. But like a lot of attractive women, she hated the aging process, and she tried to curse it into submission by fucking a younger man. Or younger men, if Jock's suspicions were correct.

Jane and Jock rarely got fully naked together — it was too risky under the circumstances — but this particular evening they went all the way, stripping bare for each other, and Jane found it particularly hot and inspiring being so wantonly out of control just two motorcoach's away from her working husband.

Jock leaned against a wall while Jane went down on him, squatting with her legs spread, one hand on the base of Jock's big cock, one hand on her tit as she swallowed all that she could of him. She loved the feel of him thrusting into her mouth, something Bill had never done.

"Oh baby," Jock moaned as she slurped on him. "You're gonna get me in big trouble one of these days."

"Fuck me Jocky," she said as she stood. "Fuck me like you wanna fuck that sexy car of yours."

Jock sat on the edge of the couch, leaning way back. Jane climbed on and impaled herself on his shaft. She leaned forward to dangle her tits in his face and he fucked her fast, his hips thrusting hard, his big cock moving so fast it was a blur.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Jane shrieked "God yeah! Oh fuck!"

Jock kept it up, pummeling her like he was on autopilot and couldn't stop.

"Is that your fuckin' piston?! Is that your fuckin' piston?!" she screamed.

She was way too loud, and could almost certainly be heard outside the motorhome, but she didn't care. She was rocketing through space, propelled by a big fat cock. She didn't care about anything else but that. Jock held on until she came, and then his body slowed to a rolling motion, bringing Jane down gradually from the heady place where she'd been soaring.

"Oh God!" she moaned in a deeper voice than he'd ever heard from her.

Her eyes were still rolling as the big orgasm subsided. Jock feasted on her dangling tits and she moaned again. She rolled off the side of him and slurped up his slippery cock in her mouth, going at it like a starving woman, moaning and sucking and biting and licking.

"You didn't cum yet did you Jocky," she said between sucks and licks. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me some more."

She pivoted onto her knees, head down on the couch cushion. Jock grabbed her hips and plunged in for round two.

"Oh fuck yeah!" she whimpered.

Her hands clutched at the cushion as Jock wound up to cruising speed again, his body slapping against hers as the heat began to build.

"Oh yeah! Fuck that sexy car of yours! Make that pretty car cum! Oh fuck yeah!" she cried.

The back half of Jock's motorcoach was a garage space to transport his race car. After Jane had worked up a good sweat to fool her husband, she slipped out quietly that way, under the awning where the Jag was parked, into the darkness. Jock smiled as he watched her go. Her tight bluejean covered ass always made him smile. The way she swung it made him wonder yet again — was he her only man on the side?

———————

"Uncle Ramsey!" Jock said, slapping a firm handshake with the older gentleman in the grocery store.

"Hey Little Jock, how are ya?" Ramsey said.

Ramsey was Jock's father's brother. There was Ramsey, or "Ram" as everybody called him, "Big Jock", and another brother who died young. Big Jock owned and ran the concrete business, but Ramsey and his two sons worked there, both of them high up in management positions. When Big Jock died and left everything to his only son, there were lots of hard feelings in the rest of the family, and then when Jock sold it all things got even colder, but the frost had started to thaw.

"How's everything goin' Ram?" Jock asked.

"You know Jock, it's goin' pretty well. As pissed as we all were at you, I gotta admit the new ownership's been good for us all. We just set up a big deal with China. China fer chrissake! Dickie got it done, and we all got big bonus's outta that one, and, well, damn I hate to admit this, but things are goin' better than ever. You should buy stock in that company you sold to, they're smart people."

"No, it's you and your boys Ram, you're the smart ones," Jock said. "I just never fit into that lifestyle. I hope you understand that."

"I do Jock. I do. So, how're things with you? Still chasin' split tail all over town?" Ram smiled.

"Yeah I guess," Jock said embarrassedly. "Picked up a new race car last fall, a '71 XK-E"

"Nice! That's a car the ladies used to like back in the day. I could never afford one. MGB's were more my speed."

"You oughta buy one now Ram. They're not crazy expensive yet. Use that China money. Be a good investment for you too, they're on their way up."

"I'll tell you what — if you find a nice one I'll take a look. Hey Little Jock, it's good seein' you. Don't be a stranger, all right?"

Jock picked up a bottle of Merlot on the way home and lifted a glass to his wine loving father at dinner that night.

———————

Jock had eight or ten 'friends with benefits', plenty to keep him busy, but there's always room for one more, right? A young woman attached herself to him one night at a music club. She was doing shots with friends during the set change between bands when he caught her eye. A few minutes later she wandered over.

"So do you think Williams will do well this year?" she said. "Massa seems to be driving better than he has in a while."

Jock was surprised, but then he remembered he was wearing a t-shirt with the logo of his favorite Formula One racing team on it.

"Yeah, they're doing pretty well compared to the last few years," Jock said. "You a fan?"

"Yeah, I love watching it. My dad's a huge fan. He went to Watkins Glen back in the seventies to see it all, so I sort of grew up watching it on TV."

"Nice!" Jock said. "Yeah, Watkins Glen's a nice track. A lotta history there. So have you been to any races yourself?"

"I've been to Lime Rock for the sports cars. Never been to an open wheel race though. Maybe some day."

"Yeah, for sure," Jock said.

The wheels were already turning in his head. A long weekend in Montreal maybe, for the Grand Prix? Yeah, he could picture that — Formula One action all day, good restaurants in the evening and fucking this cute young thing senseless long into the night. Best to wait until he knew her name though, and get a feel for compatibility.

The name thing resolved itself quickly — Amber — and compatibility proved itself over the course of the night. She was probably a dozen years younger than Jock, nineteen, or twenty maybe. Still a hint of baby fat on her soft looking face and full hips. A college student, she seemed like the 'up for anything' type, and pretty soon that proved to be true. As soon as the band played its final note the two of them were in the parking lot next to Jock's old Norton Commando motorcycle. His pants were open just enough to get his cock out, and Amber hid it away nicely in her mouth. It was a dark night, but their actions were far from discrete, with people getting in cars and driving away, flashing them with their headlights as they passed.

"Jesus girl!" Jock moaned. "You're gonna get us arrested."

Amber had ridden to the show in a friend's car, but she didn't want to go back to the flat she shared with them. She had a long night with Jock in mind.

"Take me home with you?" she asked, looking up at Jock with his wet cock in her hand. Jock nodded. "Wanna cum in my mouth?" she asked, her eyes softly sexual, her mouth curled into a cute little smile.

She went back to her blowjob, youthful but with solid technique she had probably learned from porn. She built the intensity like a pro, and as Jock was cumming he heard a voice.

"There's a lucky fucker," a young man said to his friend as they walked by in the dark.

Jock didn't have a helmet for Amber, but she didn't care. It was her first time on a motorcycle, and she loved the rawness of it — the vibration between her legs, the loud, straight pipes, the wind buffeting her, and most of all, wrapping her arms around Jock and feeling his warmth and the muscles working in his abdomen as they leaned through corners, rocketing down dark city streets. It was the most incredible way of being transported somewhere to get fucked that she'd ever experienced, and her horniness built with each twist and turn through the city. Seeing the assortment of classic cars, hot rods and race cars inside Jock's garage when they arrived only made her hotter.
Upstairs in Jock's loft she went wild. She'd never had wild sex before, the kind you sometimes see in the movies or on porn, and she'd always wondered if she had it in her. In Jock's loft that night she found out, and it happened without thought. She was a wild girl, and it felt as natural as natural can be.

Up on his rooftop patio the next morning, as she soaked in the sun's rays wearing nothing but her panties, Jock asked her about a trip to Montreal.

"It's kinda short notice, but I can probably get some decent tickets on StubHub or somewhere. If not we can just do the walk-around tickets."

"Oh my God yes!" Amber said. "I'd love to go!"

She got up off her lounge chair and straddled Jock on his. A warm kiss had his cock stirring in his boxer shorts. Amber felt it, let it loose out the leg hole, pushed her panties aside and slipped it in to her pussy. Their bodies were both well used after the long night, but the slow fuck in the sun felt glorious. They were surrounded by the rooftops of other industrial buildings, some converted to lofts with rooftop patios like Jock's. Whether anyone was watching in the distance didn't even cross their minds; they just made sweet love in the sunshine.

———————

"Hey baby, wanna go for a ride tomorrow?"

The voice on the phone was Squirt, another 'friend with benefits' Jock had known for about a year. Standing four feet and eleven inches in her bare feet, she was a perfectly proportioned, rough around the edges biker girl.

"Jess and I are gonna ride up to the camp and get the water hooked up," she said. "Wanna come along?"

"I'm in," Jock said.

Bright and early the next morning they met at Jock's place. Squirt and Jess both rode Harley Sportsters, Jess's a mostly stock 'Iron' model, and Squirt's pretty heavily customized by a friend of Jock's who does bikes and hot rods. They roared up the street through the long shadows of the low morning sun, Squirt with straight pipes echoing off the old warehouses, and pulled into Jock's open garage.

"That sounds sweet," Jock said. "New pipes?"

"Yeah, Arnie had it over the winter and did a few things for me," Squirt said. "Holy fuck!" she said when she saw the Jag. "That's fuckin hot!"

The two girls took off their helmets, dismounted and shook out their hair.

"Hey Jess, how are ya?" Jock said.

"I'm good," she said, with an 'I've never fucked you but I want too' look in her eye. "Looks like life's still treatin' you well."

"I sure can't complain," Jock said.

"You better never complain you asshole," Squirt said. "You got the best life of anybody I know of." She wandered over to the Jag and ran her hand over the voluptuous fender. "Fuck," she said. "Tell me about it."

"It's a '71, been a race car most of it's life. I saw it last summer and knew I had to have it. Took a lot of work to get it to this point though."

Squirt walked around it, admiring all the angles.

"No, way! You've got plates on it? How the fuck did you do that?"

"I had to get a little creative. It's a blast on the road. I took it up to Grey Cliff a couple weeks ago."

"All right, we don't have time today, but I'm definitely gettin' a ride in this thing, right?"

"You know it," Jock said. "You too Jess. Stop by any time."

"I'll do that," Jess said, her eyes twinkling with the possibilities.

Jock hinged the big hood forward and Squirt gasped.

"What?!" she said, looking surprised at the gleaming full-race V-12 stuffed in the chassis. "Oh my fuckin' God, I just came a little bit."

"You're such a motorhead," Jess laughed. "It is kinda hot though."

"Hot isn't the word for it sweetheart," Squirt said. "Fuckin' sex machine's more like it."

"It's around five-hundred horses I'm guessing," Jock said. "I'll get it on the dino next month maybe. The car's super light weight, so it goes pretty good."

"We better get outta here," Squirt said, shaking her head. "That things gonna make me take off all my clothes."

Jock and Jess laughed. The girls mounted their Sportsters and Jock rolled out his '75 BMW R75/6, a super clean, minimalist bobber in dark candy-apple red that he and their friend Arnie had built a few years back. He pulled on a denim jacket and a 'brain bucket' helmet and they roared off down the road.

A nice ride brought them to 'the camp'. It was an old hunting cabin, not much more than a shack by today's standards, about fifty miles outside the city on the edge of a vast tract of state land. Most folks would own something like it to hunt from, but Squirt used it as party central, far away from anyone who might complain. It was off the grid and rustic as hell, but Jock had to admit the place had its charms. He was there one memorable night when the orgy of the century broke out, and he had a feeling that kind of thing wasn't too uncommon.

The three of them rolled down the long dirt driveway, really no more than two tire tracks worn into a grassy field, and parked their bikes. Squirt unlashed the twelve pack of beer they'd picked up down the road a few miles, she unlocked the padlock on the door and they went inside the dusty old camp. The remnants of a previous party littered the tables, and a mouse shot out through a hole in the floor when it saw humans invading its space.

The roughly built structure was long and narrow, one big room with a double bed at either end, a big, worn out dining table in the middle and a 'kitchen' area next to the door. A big curtain made from bed-sheets hung on a wire that stretched across the room, to give a little bit of privacy to one of the beds if wanted. The beds were both unmade, with rumpled sheets and blankets. The walls were decorated with magazine pictures and posters held up with thumbtacks — motorcycle 'beauty shots', a pin-up girl bent over a '32 highboy hot rod, a portrait of Dennis Hopper, an abstract blacklite poster of two naked bodies in a kind of circular sixty-nine, and a couple of playboy centerfolds — a redhead and a raven haired beauty, both with huge tits.

"God, this place is a disaster," Jess said when they walked in.

"Yeah. Haven't cleaned up since the last blow-out. I'm such a slob," Squirt said.

Jess spied a box of trash bags on the counter and started filling one with empty beer cans.

"So what do we have to do with the water?" Jock asked.

"Oh, I just need someone to help me prime the pump," Squirt said. "I drain it all down for the winter. There's a spring in the woods it draws out of."

The two of them went out the back door onto a weathered wooden deck. Amber reached under the steps and pulled out a plastic bucket and they trudged off into the woods. They made sure the intake pipe was under water, filled the bucket and walked back to the pump outside the camp. Amber started pumping while jock poured water into an opening to prime it. After a few strokes the handle broke off in Amber's hand.

"Fuuuck!" she said.

They examined the rusty bolt that had held it on.

"Wore right through. Just need a new one," Jock said.

"Fuckin' A. Hardware store I guess," Squirt said. "You feel like ridin' up there while I help Jess clean?"

"Sure. Where is it?"

"Just go outta here and take a right. It's on this road, about fifteen miles though."

"No Problem. I'll get a couple so you got a spare for ten years from now," Jock smiled. "Anything else while I'm there? What else needs fixing?"

"Fuckin' whole place," Squirt smiled. "No, lets just do this and have a few beers."

Jock roared off on his old BMW. About forty minutes later he returned, rumbling quietly down the grassy path. Squirt greeted him at the door wearing nothing but small black leather panties.

"Hi baby," she said with a smile. "We've got a surprise for ya. Jess has always wanted to fuck you, but she's shy, so I fixed it up nice for you guys. Wanna see?"

"Of course," Jock said.

He handed her the two bolts and they walked inside. The first thing that caught his eye was how much better the place looked, free of the detritus of the last party. Then a fleshy object on one of the beds caught his peripheral vision. It was Jess, naked on her back, tied spread-eagle fashion to the bed frame, with a big blindfold on and a leather gag in her mouth. Squirt took Jock's arm and walked him closer. He could hear Jess's breathing get heavier as they approached her, her soft belly and tits starting to heave.

"Doesn't she look nice, all ready to fuck?" Squirt said. "I got her pussy all nice 'n wet for ya."

"Nice isn't the word I'd use," Jock said. "Fuckin' hot's more like it! Damn Jess! You good with all this?"

Jess moaned and nodded, her breathing short and deep through flaring nostrils.

"I'm gonna suck on your cock baby," Squirt said as she unfastened Jock's jeans. "Jess can listen and get all hot and bothered."

On her knees Squirt was so small she had to stretch her neck to reach Jock's half-hard cock. The first half of it filled her small mouth, but as it hardened she opened her throat and took it all like a pro. She was a sexy little thing, that was for sure. She made plenty of noise for Jess to hear.

"God I love this cock," she said as she held it against Jock's belly and licked up the veiny underside of it. "It's a fuckin' big one Jess. Think you can handle a fuckin' big one like this?"

Jess moaned and pulled gently at her restraints. Squirt climbed onto the end of the bed between Jess's outstretched legs.

"I don't know," Squirt said. "He might be too big for you. Let me check and see what this looks like again."

She licked up the length of Jess's wet pussy, pausing for some tongue flicking on her clit. Jess moaned deeply, her whole body seeming to vibrate from it.

"Jock's naked now baby, and he's got his hand on his big cock. You know those big hands of his? They can't begin to hold all of that big hard cock he's got. You ready for it baby," Squirt said, licking the length of Jess's pussy again. "You ready for it?"

Jess moaned and nodded eagerly, her body language making it clear she was more than ready.

Jock joined them on the bed, palming Jess's nice tits in his big, rough hands. Squirt sat up on her knees and watched, swallowing the feminine taste in her mouth. Jock licked one of Jess's big hard nipples, and then the other. He sucked them in one at a time and played with them with his tongue and teeth. One hand moved down Jess's heaving belly to the hot wet heat between her legs, so slippery and inviting. Two fingers disappeared inside.

"You like those big hands Jess?" Squirt asked, "Do they feel good all over you like that?"

She moaned again, biting on the leather gag in her mouth. Her back arched up as Jock fingered her, and he feasted on her tits some more.

"You all wet baby?" Squirt asked. "Your pussy all nice and juicy for Jock's big cock? He's gonna fuck you so hard girl. Way deep inside you. His cock looks so nice. I wish you could see it. Oh my God, it's so fuckin' big. You think it's gonna fit Jess?"

Jock sucked on Jess's big tits and fingered her until she couldn't stand it any more, writhing and moaning like a caged animal. He positioned himself between her legs, lifting her thighs just enough for his knees to go under. One thrust put him halfway into the glistening wet pussy. Jess's moan was a muffled squeal, and then another as Jock pulled back and thrust in farther. His hands fondled her tits again. Two more thrusts had him all the way in.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Squirt said, fingering her own pussy as she knelt beside them. "That's hot you guys. Fuck!"

She bent down and whispered in Jess's ear as Jock got into a rhythm.

"I told you he had a sweet cock, didn't I? You like the way he's fuckin' you?"

Jess nodded enthusiastically, breathing heavily out her nostrils.

"I wanna kiss you. You wanna watch Jock fucking you?"

Jess nodded again. Squirt took off the blindfold and unfastened the leather gag.

Jess locked her big wild eyes on Jock.

"Ohhh Fuuuuck!," she moaned.

"Your tits look so good with your arms tied up like that," Squirt said.

She fondled her friends soft orbs as Jock fucked her good, picking up speed.

"Yeah baby, give it to her!" Squirt said. "Fuck yeah!"

Squirt got up and untied Jess's legs, freeing them for a more proper pounding. Jock lifted them up against his chest so he could go deeper, his body slapping into her, making her tits flail wildly.

"Yeah! Fuck that girl!" Squirt yelled.

A huge orgasm boiled up from deep inside Jess. She pulled wildly at her arm restraints and her moans and groans rose up into staccato screams.

"Yeah! Yeah! Oh fuck Yeah!" Squirt yelled as she watched her friend scream as she came hard. As Jess's body went from out of control to rag doll mush Jock pulled out and came all over her, the first sticky ribbon making it all the way to her neck, the rest splashing down all over her heaving belly.

"Fuckin' A!" Squirt said, mesmerized by the sight of it all.

She moved in on Jock, inhaling his still throbbing cock, sucking it dry as it started to soften.

"Fuck!" Jock said softly. Jess just lay there, eyes closed, chest still heaving, unable to speak.

"How was that honey?" Squirt said, looking up at Jock. "Was that a nice surprise?"

"You guys are too much," he said, still breathless. "We should go riding more often."

———————

Jock brought the Jag to the track again the next weekend. It was a private facility — a racing 'country club' for wealthy car guys actually — open seven days a week, but Jock enjoyed the camaraderie and energy of the weekend crowd. Bill and Jane were there, Jane sitting under a tree reading a magazine when Jock pulled in. Her body language was that of relaxed boredom, but when she saw Jock she perked up. Bill had a new acquisition with him for the weekend — a '73 Lancia Stratos racecar. A stunningly angular little thing in white, red and green livery with gold wheels, the short wheelbase mid-engine cars are known to be a handful to drive. Bill brought along his favorite mechanic for the weekend, a jovial Italian named Nunzio, to try and sort out the car's twitchy handling and get the little V6 screamer up to speed.

"Hi Jocky," Jane said. She had snuck around the back of his motorcoach as he was setting up his big awning.

"Janey! Whats up?" Jock said with a smile.

"I hope you are later. I'm so horny for you. I was hoping you'd be here this weekend."

"Careful honey. We gotta keep this under the radar you know."

"I know. But I'm so hot I can't even stand it. Bill hardly even touches me anymore."

"He's crazy."

"Come in here and kiss me," she said. She walked into the back of his motorcoach, where the Jag was parked, those tight jeans she wears showing off her swinging ass like they were painted on. She walked the length of the car, running her fingers along its voluptuous shape, stopping in the dim light in the back corner. "Come here Jocky. Kiss me."

"You're gonna get us both in big trouble," Jock said as he approached her.

They kissed and Jock's hand went up inside Jane's cotton blouse. She was either bra-less that day, or had taken it off for her visit. The heat rose rapidly and Jock wanted to drag her inside and fuck her silly. Jane wanted it too, but voices outside helped them regain their sanity. Jock went out and looked around. He signaled Jane.

"I'll find you," she said as she scurried off, those painted on pants making Jock's already hard cock twinge.

An opportunity never arose that day, and Jock's main priority was getting the Jag's suspension fine-tuned a bit more. A friend from the racing world had driven up that afternoon to help him. An experienced driver and good mechanic, Davey was a big help with the Jag's chassis adjustments. The two took turns with the car on the track, and they tried a bunch of different set-up changes with the suspension, eventually zeroing in on an amazing amount of grip and control in the lightweight car.

After a long day of play they sat under the big awning and drank beer as the late spring twilight faded.

"Jock, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jane said from the near darkness between the motorcoaches. Jock got up and went to her. "You never got with me baby," she whispered longingly. "I'm so horny I can't stand it."

"Sorry honey, Davey came up and we've been busy."

"When's he leaving? I've gotta have you tonight."

"Sorry baby, he's stayin' here tonight."

"Can you meet me somewhere? Where can we go?"

"I don't think it's in the cards this weekend Janey. We'll make up for it though. We always do."

"No!" Jane whined quietly. "Please Jockey? Don't make me beg for it."

She gently squeezed Jock's blue jean covered cock and kissed him softly.

"Next time Jane. I'll do you double good. Or maybe we can meet in the city this week."

Jock was surprised he said that. Starting an 'in the city' affair with Jane was not something he wanted to get into, but Jane looked so disappointed he felt like he had to say something. Jane's eyes flared when she heard the offer.

"Really?" she whispered excitedly. "Can I come to your place?"

"We'll talk about it. I'll give you my number tomorrow."

Jane disappeared into the darkness after another soft kiss.

"Friend of yours?" Davey smirked.

"A complicated one," Jock said.

"Say no more," Davey said. "Wish I could get a slice of somethin' like that."

"If you like danger I can probably hook you up," Jock said.

After a few more beers they turned in for the night, Jock in the small bedroom and Davey on the couch. A little after midnight the door squeaked open. Davey didn't hear it, and Jane stepped in quietly. Some little LED lights on a control panel gave just enough light for her to see as she made her way silently to the bedroom. All she had on were some cotton pajamas that slipped off and landed silently on the floor. Jock woke as she climbed onto the double bed.

"Janey, you're crazy!" Jock said as he realized what was happening.

"Shhhh," Jane whispered. "Just fuck me baby."

She pulled off Jock's boxer shorts and inhaled his soft cock. In no time at all it swelled and hardened in her mouth as she moaned quietly.

"Oh fuck yeah," she whispered. "God you taste good."

She kept the big cock in her mouth as she threw her leg over Jock's head, and she lowered her pussy to his dry mouth. The taste of her juiced up his tongue, and he was moaning too as he licked deep.

After a nice long sixty-nine, she sat up and crawled forward, sinking down on Jock's cock reverse cowgirl style with a loud moan. It woke Davey and she heard him in the bathroom on the other side of the thin wall.

"What's your friend's name?" she asked as she rode Jock slowly.

"Davey," Jock said quietly.

"Davey," she called out. "Davey come in here. I wanna fuck you too."

The toilet flushed and there was a quiet silence.

"Davey?" she said again. The bedroom door opened slowly.

"You wanna fuck me Davey?" she said when she saw him. Jock was on his back and Jane was riding him slowly, facing the door, with her tits in her hands. "Wanna play with me?"

Illuminated by the bathroom light, she could she a lump growing in his boxers as he watched her.

"Let me see your cock baby," she said as she rode up and down on Jock. "Come here and let me suck on it."

Davey stripped off his shorts and kneeled on the end of the bed. Jane lowered her upper body, still fucking Jock, and took Davey in her moaning mouth. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Jane reveling in the feeling of being filled at both ends.

"Fuuuck!" she said breathily. "This is nice!"

After some more fucking and sucking she was eager to feel things the other way around. She repositioned, taking Jock's big one in her mouth with her ass up in the air at the edge of the bed.

"Stick it in me Davey," she said.

Davey got off the bed and fucked her nice and slow, his still sleepy brain warming up to his good fortune. Jane's super fine ass looked spectacular in the dim light, his hands feeling the smooth softness of it as he caressed and squeezed her hips.
"Oh yeah, that feels good Davey. Fuck me harder..." she sighed.

She went back to her passionate sucking and stroking of Jock and Davey went at her more forcefully, working up to a full pelvic slap. Jock played with the flailing tits under her and moaned as her sucking brought him close to the brink. Her mouth was relentless on his slippery shaft, and he came with a jolt, trying to keep quiet so the other motorcoaches wouldn't hear them in the quiet night. Jane slurped up the sticky cum.

"Oh fuck!" she grunted low as Davey hit her with some powerful, bone-rattling thrusts, her whole body shuddering with each impact. "Fuuuck! Yeaahhh!" she grunted like a devil woman.

The deep, powerful fucking continued until they both came, Davey moaning deep as he pumped her full of his spunk, Jane crying out as quietly as she could as a big orgasm swept though her. It was probably too loud on such a quiet night in the camping area, but it was the best she could do.

She slithered off the bed and sucked Davey dry. When his cock had withered some she stood up, picked up her pajamas, said "Thanks boys," and walked out naked into the garage area, shutting the door behind her. She pulled on her pajamas in the moonlit darkness and made her way back to her sleeping husband. Davey's cum leaked out of her as she walked and the legs of her pajamas were wet with it when she climbed into bed.

Jock was relieved to see Bill smiling the next day when he brought Nunzio over to see Jock's E-type. They looked over the engine and the suspension, Nunzio nodding and giving approval in his broken English. Jane wandered over when they were there, looking casual, as if nothing had happened the night before. Davey drank in the sight of her, her big tits loose again under a little black designer t-shirt, her ridiculous ass in full wiggle mode under skin-tight stretch pants.

"Who's your friend Jock," she said with a mischievous wink.

"Oh I'm sorry Jane, this is Davey. He came up to help me sort the car."

"Hi Davey. Always nice to make a new friend," she said.

"Yeah," Davey said, not knowing quite what to say. "Yeah, me too."

Jane winked at him and turned to her husband.

"I'm going to lie in the sun for a while dear," she said.

She spent the rest of the day in a tiny bikini on a lounge chair, reading a book and sipping iced tea. She was within sight of most of the paddock, and plenty of guys were taking notice.

"What's her story man?" Davey asked as he and Jock wrenched on the Jag between laps.

"Hell if I know," Jock said. "She's a sweet girl, but I don't know what she's got herself into. Aging trophy wife who's not gettin' much at home I guess. She seduced the hell outta me, that's all I know for sure," Jock laughed. "Bill's not the kind of guy you wanna get on the wrong side of, so don't ask me why I'm flirtin' with disaster. Sometimes a guy just doesn't know."

"I hear ya," Davey said as he bolted one of the Jag's fat wheels back on the car.

After some more hot laps the afternoon shadows started to grow. Jock and Davey put the car away and packed up their gear, preparing for the trip back to the city. Jane startled them, appearing out of nowhere behind them, still in her little bikini.

"You promised me your number and a meet-up this week, remember?" she said to Jock.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea baby," Jock said.

"You promised!" Jane pouted. "Don't worry, I won't get all clingy. We can keep it quiet. I'll just drive over to your place. Nobody'll know. You too Davey, wanna get together sometime?"

"Last night was all kinds of fun," Davey said, "but I don't know if I'm into a regular thing."

"Well that's a shame. You felt good in me. I slept with your cum all over my legs. Still got a little maybe," she said, bending one knee and spreading her thighs open to have a look.

Jock scribbled out his cell number and address on the back of a grimy business card he had in his toolbox. Jane slipped it into the front of her little bikini, right up against her pussy.

"I'll call you baby," she said to Jock. "Love ya Davey. Hope I see you again."

As she walked away the world stood still as the ass of all asses wiggled under an impossibly thin piece of cotton.

"Damn!" Davey said, shaking his head. "Did I just say no to that?"

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June rolled around quickly, and with it came Grand Prix weekend in Montreal. It cost a small fortune, but Jock scored seats in the gold grandstand right across from the pits, the perfect place for Amber to watch her first Formula One standing start. He let her pick her ride of choice for the trip, and she chose his '67 Mustang fastback, a white resto-mod with a 351 stroker, a five-speed and Martz suspension. It was the perfect choice for blasting down the Canadian highways at warp speed, which is what you have to do if you want to keep up with Canadians.

They rolled into town late on Friday due to Amber's waitress job, checked in at their out-of-the-way hotel and hit Old Montreal for a late dinner at a small basement restaurant Jock had been to. A bottle of wine, rack of lamb for two, big slices of decadent chocolate cake and dark coffee fueled them for the rest of the evening. They walked the old cobblestone streets for a while with the other tourists, but Amber wanted something different.

"A guy I know told me the strip clubs are awesome up here," she said.

"Your friend is correct," Jock said.

They got in the Mustang after answering a question about it from a passer-by, and shot over to Rue St. Catherine, strip club central.

"Oh my God!" Amber said as they passed by club after club with hordes of people milling about. "This is nightlife!"

They stopped at Club Downtown and feasted their eyes on some of the sexiest strippers either one of them had ever seen. There was a hefty crowd with the Grand Prix in town and the place was buzzing.

"I always wanted to strip, but I always thought I was too fat for it," Amber said as they watched a ridiculously alluring girl work the pole.

"Are you kidding? There isn't a guy in here that wouldn't love to see you naked right now. I'm sure you've noticed them looking at you all night."

"I thought it was because there's hardly any women in here."

"No," Jock said, shaking his head. "They want to fuck you."

The thought clearly got to Amber.

"I'm ready for a night in a hotel with you. Can we get outta here?" she said.

Back at their room Amber showed Jock how youthful exuberance trumps experience under the right circumstances. They fucked every which-way, loud and nasty, until their neighbors banged the wall and the front desk called. At that point they were pretty well exhausted after the long day, and slept like babies in each others arms.

After brunch at a big downtown hotel, they parked and walked across the long bridge over the St. Laurence to the track. Amber was mesmerized by the qualifying session — the blistering speed of the cars and the way the drivers committed to the turn 13/14 complex leading onto the front straight past their seats.

"Un-fucking-believable!" she said more than once.

After a dinner of rustic French food in a nice little bistro in the old city, they drove up Mount Royal and fucked in the woods overlooking the city.

"I think I love this town," Amber said.

The excitement of race day had Amber bubbling with enthusiasm. Jock loved sharing a motorsports event with someone who was so happy to be there. The race was exciting, but Team Williams didn't do as well as Amber had hoped they would. It mattered little in the end — her first Formula One race was thrilling, and the whole weekend was a wonderful blur of good food, fast cars and great sex. On the way home, roaring down a Canadian highway in the Mustang at ninety-miles-an-hour, which isn't much more than 'keeping up with traffic' in Canada, Amber opened Jock's jeans and gave him a sweet blowjob. He came just as they got nailed in a speed trap. He and Amber had a good laugh as she tidied him up for the officer.

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Jane had stopped by Jock's place a few times at that point. He was still nervous about the situation — getting involved with a married woman, especially the wife of a powerful man, wasn't his usual thing — but Jane was a temptress and he had trouble resisting her. A few days after he returned from Montreal she was back in his bed. Davey was there too.

Jane had loved the threeway thing, and wanted to do it again in a situation where she didn't have to be so discrete. She wanted a nice long session with the boys, where she could really cut loose. Davey resisted when Jock called him about it, but a half-hour later he called Jock back, unable to say no to Jane's charms.

The party started just after noon, and hours were spent taking care of Jane's plentiful desires. She wanted every hole filled, every which way and numerous times, and the boys were happy to oblige. Jane didn't want to, but she called it quits about four o'clock, needing to get home and take care of a few things before going out to a dinner party with Bill. The boys walked her out, the three of them smiling, discussing 'next time' as they stood on the sidewalk outside Jock's building. Jane looked every bit the sexy fuck-toy, dressed in impossibly short shorts and a thin white sleeveless shirt that was barely buttoned, her big bra-less tits busting at the seams, her hair still messy.

What they didn't notice, parked up the street, was the dirty, dark green Ford Explorer with the private investigator behind the wheel, taking pictures with a long zoom lens as Jane kissed both the boys, wet kisses with lots of tongue, playfully squeezing their crotches before climbing into her dark-red Mercedes SLK roadster and zooming off into the bright afternoon sun.

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In the North-East the first big vintage race event of the season takes place at Mid-Ohio Sports Car Course in late June. It was Jock's first time out with the Jag in a competition environment with trophies on the line. Jane had told him Bill was planning on attending. His mechanic Nunzio drove the motorcoach, towing one of Bill's Ferraris in an enclosed trailer behind it. Bill and Jane flew in on Saturday.

Jock drove his own motorcoach of course, and he would be his own mechanic for the weekend, taking his usual low-key approach to the whole endeavor. It was just as well that Davey didn't go along to help him out, because he and Davey and Jane had been hitting the wild sex thing pretty hard for the last few weeks, and Jock didn't want her to do anything she'd regret with Bill around. In fact he'd told her it was a 'hands off' weekend, something she reluctantly went along with as long as the three of them could be together on the Thursday before the race. Jane had gone a little wild with double penetration up on Jock's roof deck with he and Davey that day, and unbeknownst to them Bill's private detective had captured the whole thing on video from another roof in the neighborhood. The poor guy was so hot and bothered by what he was witnessing he was tempted to blackmail Jane into fucking him before he turned the footage over, but he came to his senses and just did his job.

Bill's demeanor was icy cold when he and Jock met in the driver's meeting Saturday morning. Very few words were spoken between the two, and Jock had a bad feeling about it. He told Jane about it when they had a few minutes alone, but Jane assured him it was nothing new, Bill had just been under a lot of pressure with his work the last few weeks, or so he said.

For the race that weekend Bill had brought his 1970 Ferrari 365 Daytona Competizione, a car that was in the same class as Jock's XK-E. In the first practice session Jock was happy to see he was competitive with Bill's professionally prepared car. The Daytona seemed to be quicker than the Jag, but Jock had the edge in driver skill, and they ended up pretty even on the time sheets after the practice.

Jock had decided to keep his distance Saturday evening, and after working on his front brakes and checking a few things on the rear suspension he turned in early, half expecting Jane to sneak in to his bedroom in the night. She didn't.

Sunday dawned with clear skies, turning into a picture-perfect early Summer day, and the event drew big crowds at the track. With all the fans milling around the paddock Jock had plenty to keep his mind off Jane, chatting with passers-by about the Jag, and just enjoying the atmosphere he loved so much. When Jock went inside to change into his race uniform Jane left a note on the Jag's seat.

If you beat him I'll bring my friend Tracy over this week for a 4 way

She signed it with a smiley-face. Jock had a feeling it would happen anyway — once Jane got a sexual idea in her head she always seemed compelled to make it happen — but beating Bill's Daytona Coupe would be pretty sweet, and if this mysterious 'Tracy' was anywhere near as hot as Jane, yup, that was worth racing for.

There were fourteen cars in Jock's race. Once they got under way it was clear he and Bill were in it to win it, unfazed by the risk to their cars. Some of the others were taking less risk, there to have fun more than race, but Jock and Bill and two others were going at it tooth and nail, giving the big crowd a good battle at the front of the field. After three laps the fight for the lead was between Jock and Bill, with a Shelby Cobra close behind. That's when things started getting ugly.

They were flat-out down the back stretch when Bill pulled up alongside Jock. They went through the kink side by side, Bill on the inside line. He drifted out and hit Jock, nudging him even farther out onto the dirty side of the track. At 140 miles-per-hour Jock fought for control and tucked in behind the Ferrari. On the next lap they were in the same position, Jock inching past Bill through the kink, and Bill hit him harder, farther back by his rear wheel. It was obviously intentional, and the fans on that part of the track stood and pointed as Jock lost grip and hit the outside wall hard. The left front suspension was crushed, ripping the steering wheel from Jock's hands. He spun back onto the track and has hit hard in the driver side by the Cobra. It all happened in about three seconds time. Twenty minutes later he was on a helicopter, unconscious, his left arm and left leg badly broken.

Jock's world had gone dark. At some point on the helicopter ride to the hospital his awareness started coming back to him, but it was far from normal. The darkness persisted, but sounds were either making their way through or being generated inside his head, odd sounds, stretched and droning, muffled but somehow wondrous. He heard what sounded like his name, but it sounded more like music than a voice.

At some point — he didn't know when — he felt a sexual touch. Lips against his skin. A soft lick up his thigh. A kiss on the soft skin of his crotch. A mouth enveloping his soft penis.

"Jock?" a soft, musical, dream-like voice said. "Isn't she beautiful Jock?"

"Jock?" another soft voice said. "Do you like us? Would you like us to take you home?"

More mouths kissed him. Soft, warm lips and feather-like tongues. Fingertips with the delicacy of gossamer brushed his skin.

Gradually a visual picture appeared, an out of focus blur of fleshy women, impossibly soft looking, with luminous eyes and dream-like smiles. They surrounded him, twelve visions of femininity, kissing him all over with warm, wet mouths. His swelling cock went into the mouth of another. She moaned as it finished growing, his long length filling her throat. As she let it slip out a silvery thread of liquid connected them until one of the others lowered her pussy on it. The sense of being enveloped was like nothing he'd ever experienced.

"Do you like us Jock?" a new, even more musical voice said. "Would you like us to take you home?"

The woman fucking him must be an athlete, a gymnast maybe, Jock thought, so light was she on her feet. He'd never felt a woman's insides that felt like her, a warm pussy that caressed his big cock like a hundred feathers, feathers warm from an oven that smelled like vanilla and maple. A kiss from a weightless tongue quenched his sudden hunger.

"We all want to fuck you Jock. Do you want to fuck us all, before we take you with us?" a new voice said.

"Yes!" Jock wanted to say, but he couldn't. The twelve lovers knew his answer, and smiled through the blurry haze.

Two of the women took his hands and placed them on their soft breasts, another lowered a spectacular dangling tit to his mouth, and he tasted the softness. Another took the place of the feathery pussy, and a warmer, wetter tunnel of bliss enveloped his cock. He came almost instantly.

"Oh Jock, now you need to cum inside all of us, or it's just not fair," another voice said, and all the women giggled. Their laughter echoed and intermingled, sounding like wind chimes as it dissipated in the dark, blurry light. Jock lost what little focus he had and his world went dark again, back to nothing but droning blobs of sound, and then the fuzzy light came back.

"Are you with us baby?" a soft voice said. "You've got ten more before we take you. If you want us all."

An ethereal woman mounted him and moaned.

"Oh, this is nice..." she sighed as she gently rode Jock.

He felt like he was deeper in her than anything or anyone he could remember, like he was fucking her whole insides, the tip of his cock tickling her warm heart. He could feel it beating.

"Do you like her Jock?" another woman said. "She's special, can you tell?"

"Yes!" he wanted to say, but they knew. His thoughts were in their heads.

Another warm, feathery pussy was next, this one between the soft legs of a lighthearted woman with a crystalline giggle. Her laugh seemed to help Jock focus, and out of the blur her light blue eyes and red hair made Jock smile.

"Doctor!" Ursula yelled, running out into the hallway after the neurologist who'd just left. "He smiled! I saw him smile!"

"It's a positive sign, but don't get your hopes up too much," the doctor said as he checked Jock's pupils with his little flashlight. "Stay with him. You're good for him."

Ursula settled in for another long night. It would be her fourth since she'd arrived the day after Jock's crash.

"Jocky?" a soft, naked beauty said. "Can you fuck me next baby? I can't stand watching anymore. You're such a beautiful man."

She nearly floated into the reverse cowgirl position, settling down on Jock's seemingly perpetual hardness.

"I know you like asses baby," she said softly. "You like mine?"

She folded herself in half, holding onto Jock's ankles as her hips fucked him, her ass nothing short of perfection as Jock's new sense of focus watched her pussy work his shaft. He was wishing he could taste the white cream that lubricated her, and without any words spoken two women scooped up some on their fingers and put them into Jock's mouth.

"She taste's so good, doesn't she?" one of them said.

Jock came with a grunt, his body spasming a few times.

"Nurse! He's moving!" Ursula yelled out the door.

The nurse and an intern looked Jock over.

"This is good," the nurse said. "A smile last night and a body movement today. Positive signs. You getting any rest?" she asked Ursula.

"A little," Ursula said with a tired smile.

"I want you to fuck me doggie, but you're not ready," a soft voice said.

"I think he's going back," another woman said.

"No! Not yet! Some of us didn't get our turn!"

She climbed on and settled, her pussy feeling to Jock like warm pudding, and then she squeezed.

"Oh, you like that, don't you baby," another woman said. "She's got muscles in there."

Sitting perfectly still on top of Jock, with a big smile on her face, she caressed his cock with her inside muscles, like she was milking a cow. Jock came hard, squirting cum so deep in her she could almost taste it.
Another woman climbed on, worked his softening cock in, and he hardened inside of her.

"We're gonna wear the poor boy out. If he's going back he's going to need his strength," a woman said.

"If he's going back we won't have another chance," another woman said. "He won't be this beautiful next time."

She lowered her pussy to his face and kissed the woman fucking him.

"Oh yeah!" she sighed.

Jock came again, and then another woman took her place on him, and then another. He came each time. The tenth woman gave him an amazing blowjob and then lowered herself on his throbbing cock at the last minute to take his seed. Number eleven rode him without touching him, her body hovering as if by magic, her heavy breathing seemingly enough to move her up and down. Her's was another pussy seemingly made of feathers, and it tickled yet another shot of cream out of him. The orgasms seemed to rise up out of nowhere, with no thought or physicality behind them. They were like pure energy.

Number twelve was another redhead — bright, golden red hair that almost glowed. She was tiny in stature but commanded everyone's attention with her strange, otherworldly movements.

"You're going back Jock," she said, her voice seeming to come from all the women's mouths. "We'll miss you..."

Her head moved side to side, like a predator sizing up its prey, but there was nothing scary about her. Jock could see her clearly, more clearly than any of the others, and she radiated warmth and love. Her light-green eyes were luminous pools, reflecting all the other faces looking at him.

She reached out and took his hard cock in her small, soft hand.

"We'll miss you Jock," she said as she examined it.

She lowered her face to it and kissed the side of it, licking along its length before slipping it into her mouth, against her cheek. She maneuvered it like a popsicle, her tongue slithering along the length of it as she filled her mouth with it in different ways. Her leg moved over Jock as if weightless, sixty-nining him as she moaned. Jock moaned too.

"There! Did you hear it!" Ursula said to the nurse who was leaving.

"Yup. He's moving more. I'll get the doctor," the nurse said.

The petite redhead took Jock's cock deep in her throat. He could feel the vibration of her moan as he devoured her wet pussy with his mouth, his tongue going deep, his taste buds firing with the honey-sweetness of her. She tasted sweeter, and felt more real, than any of the others.

As the doctor examined him Jock moaned again, his mouth open, his body twitching slightly.

"I'm the last one Jock," the redhead said. "I wish you could remember us. We'll remember you..."

Without him knowing how, she was turned around, laying on him as the other girls guided his cock into her pussy. It felt as luminous as her eyes, like it was full of light. Warm and soft, feathery and muscular, it took his cock in and gave it life. An orgasm swept over both of them that took them out of this world. Jock moaned with shallow breaths, and then deep breaths filled his lungs. He looked into the redhead's eyes. She was flying too, cumming in a delicious, long orgasm that connected them to the heavens.

"Goodbye Jock..." she sighed as the magical orgasm swept her away.

Jock lay sweating in the hospital bed, his body twitching, his hand squeezing Ursula's. His eyes opened slowly, just a little, and he saw her. She smiled with tears in her eyes.

"It's good to see you young man," the doctor said.

———————

"So you don't remember anything," Davey asked Jock two weeks later at Jock's place.

"I remember starting the race, and Ursula in the hospital room. That's it."

"Wow. The asshole tried to kill you. I know he did," Davey said.

"Yeah, well, you better be careful, he might know about you too."

"I found the note from Jane in your motorhome, about the four-way," Davey said. "She's called me every day to see how you're doing."

"Well that's nice, but I'm done with that," Jock said. "Are you still seeing her?"

"I haven't, but I don't know if I can turn that off," Davey said. "She want's me to meet her over at Tracy's place sometime."

"I've never met Tracy, but I can see how that'd be hard to say no too."

"Yeah," Davey said. I knew goin' down this road with Jane was a bad idea, but damn!"

"What are we talking about?" Ursula said as she walked into the room.

"Rear-ends and pistons," Jock said.

"Ooo! Sounds sexy!" Ursula said. "Now I know why you guys like cars."

"Your rear-end's way better than anything with gears in it," Jock said.

"You're sweet," she said, bending to kiss him. "How's the pain? You doing okay?"

"I'm fine sweetie," Jock said.

"Davey, come get me when you leave, all right?" Ursula said. "I'm going up on the roof for some sun."

"Yeah, sure thing," Davey said.

After she left Jock told Davey about the dreams he had been having.

"I don't know if it's the pain pills or what man," Jock said. "I keep having visions of these angels. At least I think they're angels."

"Man, you were pretty close to dead there for a while," Davey said. "The doctors were pretty grim. Maybe there's more to these visions than you think."

"You believe in that stuff?" Jock asked.

"Heaven and angels and shit? Yeah, I guess so," Davey said. "I mean, sort of, you know?"

"I never did man, but these visions...there more like memories, like super real, you know?"

"Have you told Ursula about them?"

"No. They're super sexual. It's wild, they were fuckin' the shit out of me."

"No shit!" Davey said, his eyes big and curious. "Naked angels? Fuckin' you?"

"Yeah man. Twelve of 'em. They wanted me to go with them at first, and then they said I was going back. I guess they meant back to being alive or somethin'. I don't know. It's super vivid though man. It's in my head like it really happened. I don't know what to think."

"Suddenly I don't mind dying so much," Davey said with a smile.

"There's one more big revelation that came out of all this," Jock said. "As soon as I get these casts off and can walk again, you wanna be the best man at my wedding?"

"Ursula? You bet man! I'm honored!"

"She hasn't said yes yet. She thinks it's the pain meds that made me ask her, but it's the real deal. I'm as good as married."

"Awesome," Davey said. "You guys are good for each other."

"Do me a favor and find a buyer for that wrecked Jag, will ya?"

"Yeah, sure man," Davey said. "You wrecked it big-time, but the engine and tranny are good I think, and some other stuff. Yeah, I know someone who'll probably take it."

"Good," Jock said. "I need to find a car for Ursula. What do you think, maybe one of those early '60's Maserati 3500's, or somethin' like that? She seems like a Maserati girl. I want to give it to her for a wedding present."

"Yeah, that'd be sweet! She'd look right at home in something like that," Davey said. "Or maybe a Facel Vega. They're kinda similar."

"Yeah!" Jock said. "Get me my laptop, will ya?"

The two of them scoured classic car dealer websites for an hour or more.

"You still here Davey?" Ursula said as she walked into the bright, sunny room.

She was wearing the bikini she had been sunning herself in, and looked about as stunning as a woman can be. The boys looked up from the computer, speechless at her femininity. Ursula smiled. Boys, she thought. A little skin and they go all wonky.

"What are you, watchin' porn or something?" she laughed.

"Just cars Sweetie," Jock said.

She walked around behind them and looked at the screen.

"Ooo, I like that!" she said. "What is it?"

"A '62 Maserati. Nice smooth six-cylinder engine. A touring car, nice and civilized."

"Looks like something a movie star would drive back then," she said.

"Yeah, I can picture Sofia Loren in one. She's got nothin' on you you know," Jock said.

"You're funny," Ursula chuckled.

"What do you think Davey?" Jock asked. "A night with Sophia Loren, or Ursula?"

"That's an awkward question," Davey said, squirming a little as he glanced at the bikini clad body nearly touching his shoulder. "I'm afraid I can't answer it without being inappropriate."

"Why Davey! That's the nicest thing anybody's not said to me," Ursula laughed. "You staying Sweetie? I'm going back up top if you are."

"Yeah, a little while," Davey said.

"All right, come get me when you leave."

She walked out with the boy's eyes riveted to her ass.

"You're a lucky man," Davey said when she'd gone.

Jock was lucky, yes, in so many ways. Young, good looking, financially independent, a beautiful future wife he was crazy about. All good things. His body was broken, but that was temporary. The crash had given him something else though. It had given him a glimpse of the future, something bigger than his new and deeper bond with Ursula and the life they would share together. It was a glimpse of the great beyond, a glimpse of a future we may all share in. Or maybe it was just a dream...

. . . . Do you like us Jock? Would you like us to take you home? We all want to fuck you Jock. Do you want to fuck us all, before we take you with us?. . . .