Roger Hurwell - Family Four-Play

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Roger Hurwell

Family Four-Play

CHAPTER ONE

“I wouldn't mind running my old dipstick into her tank,” said the mechanic wistfully. He idly stood and wiped the grease off his hands as he ogled the young blonde waggling her ass across the used car lot. “Yeah, I know what you mean, Jim,” answered Donald Munday. “I can feel my friend just dying to take a plunge into her tank. And the rest of the chassis isn't too bad, either. Look at the way her ass swings when she walks.” “And don't think she doesn't know it, either. I wonder if she's half as good-looking from the front.” The mechanic heaved a deep sigh. “I'm going to find out.

Rank has its privileges, you know, and owning this entire place certainly has to be one of them.” “Better head off that horny new salesman you hired a couple days ago. I bet he's already homing in on her.” Don looked and saw that the mechanic was right. He wasted no time in going over and cutting the hired help out. Don even had to suck in his breath when he got a good look at the girl's face. It was as beautiful as the hind view of her had promised. The honey-blonde hair fell in soft waves outlining her face. The way she used makeup told him she had to be a model or an actress. The eyelashes were perfect, the eyes superbly lined in, the lip gloss applied with loving care. He wondered if it smeared. He wondered if he would get a chance to find out. “Good afternoon. In the market… for a car?” he asked her. “Ummm, yes,” she cooed. The voice was soft, intimate, a wet dream. He wondered if she always talked this way or if she was coming on to him already. He hoped it was the latter. “A lovely lady like you must be after one of our larger models. Perhaps one like this.” As she turned, he fought to keep his prick from making a betraying bulge in his pants. She bent forward just enough to give him a tantalizing view of her perfectly formed white tits. The way she moved caused the thin fabric of her expensive silk blouse to press firmly against the mushroomlike nipples. Those tiny buttons seemed to grow, as if she knew exactly where he was looking. But Don found himself confused with an abundance of goodies to ogle. The flare of her womanly ass couldn't be bypassed. It was too lovely, too inviting. He could almost imagine himself sidling up behind her, lifting the short skirt, finding her without any panties, then stuffing his prick into her from behind. The feel of her ass fitting perfectly into the curve of his groin would be nice, but he bet the tightness of her pussy squeezing down on his buried cock would be even nicer. Don had to pull himself back to what the girl was saying. He was letting himself drift away in a daydream that, while pleasant, probably wouldn't come true. Chicks this good-looking could pick and choose whom they took to bed with them. And it certainly wouldn't be the owner of a measly car lot.

Maybe an oil sheik or a movie star or a millionaire, but not a poor working stiff. Stiff. He thrust his hands into his pockets to hide exactly how stiff he actually was. To cover it, he said, “A fine model. Like you.” She graced him with a smile that was straight out of a toothpaste commercial. “I don't really have much money. I was thinking of a small foreign car. Good on gas, good mileage.” “You mean you want a car you can go a long ways in.” “Yes, I guess that is what I want. Would you… show me one?” The way she said it left no doubt in his mind exactly what she was asking. He'd have to be a damned fool to turn her down! “Let me go get the keys for this van. Here, allow me to help you up into it. Check it out and I'll be back in a second.” He felt her hand in his, smooth, cool, exciting. It seemed like an eternity walking back to the office to get the ignition key for the van. “Hey, Don,” called the mechanic. “Are you actually going to score with that hot bush out there?” “Looks good.” “Ten says you don't.” “You're covered,” Don laughed.

Then added under his breath, “Like I hope she's going to be-by me!”

Don had hard work not to ran back to the van. That would be unseemly. Besides, it never paid to show too much haste in matters like this. Confidence counted more than anything else. He had to be sure of himself-and that she would come across for him. He pulled himself into the van and asked, “Find everything okay? It's got a small icebox, a range, a TV set, even a nice bed.” “Ummm, yes, I noticed that. So soft, too. And a mirror over it. My, isn't this just a teeny bit hedonistic?” She gave a wiggle which would have given a bronze statue a hard-on. Don swallowed hard when he saw her tits swinging to and fro, the nipples restlessly swishing against the slick silk of her blouse, the extra button that had come undone, the telltale wet spot actually spreading on the front of her skirt.

She was hot and ready to fuck. “That's the way things are these days, Miss… I don't think I caught your name.” “Emily.

Just Emily. Yes, this is just about perfect. Would you mind driving it a bit so I can see how you operate… it?” “Sure, Emily. It's got an automatic transmission. No more clutching or struggling.” “I'm not sure I like all these modern conveniences.” Don laughed and wheeled the gigantic van from the lot. He purred down the freeway for a little while, then pulled into a secluded valley. The tall trees shielded the van from sight from the road and they might as well have been alone on another planet. He scooted out of the seat and went back to sit beside Emily on the soft bed. “There are some features of this lush van that can't be shown while I'm up front. Like this.” His lips crushed against her inviting ones until he was gasping for breath. When her lips parted the smallest amount, he quickly thrust his tongue into her mouth. There, his tongue dueled erotically with hers. Playing hide and seek from one dank, wet oral cavern to another, their tongues played like small children. Her hands were as busy as their tongues. She reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. In a few seconds she had it stripped entirely off him. He pulled her closer and felt the hard points of her nipples poking into his chest.

The smooth silk of her blouse seemed no barrier at all to sensation.

Heat boiled and communicated itself to him. Pushing her away just a little bit, he was able to slide his hands into the vee neck of her blouse and clutch fiercely at the warm mounds of titflesh inside. The skin was as smooth as the blouse, but infinitely warmer. Shivering with erotic reaction, her tits were growing in size as more and more excited blood pounded into them. He squeezed down hard and she moaned insistently. This was thrilling for both of them but it wasn't enough. He didn't want his tongue to imitate what could be done for real lower. Yet he didn't want to rush her, either. The blonde had to be strung out sexually, then plucked at just the right time if they were both to get the maximum pleasure from this sybaritic lovemaking.

She leaned back and lifted one leg past him. He was treated to a glimpse all the way up her soft inner thigh to her panty-clad snatch.

He felt his prick jerk insistently in his pants. He was going to have to get into some hot and heavy action soon or he would come like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I'll bet you have other-hidden-talents, too.” His lips kissed her lips before she could reply. He tasted wine-sweet saliva, then moved quickly down the line of her jaw until he came to her shell-like ear. His tongue stabbed out, cock-hard, into the aural channel. She pressed even closer to him, moaning softly, her hands fumbling with his belt. “Ummm, oh!” she exclaimed. “Your cock! It's so much bigger than I thought it was going to be.

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