Episode 201: DIESEL FUEL

It was still early!

Fifteen minutes had expired since Darcy Beckett was dropped off at home. Spirit soaring over her accomplishment she was still shaking like a leaf facing a woodchipper. Sweaty and scent unworthy of her beauty she hurried upstairs to take a shower. Cleaning up after her extremely public sexual display with Officer Ross Green at a local Marathon gas station was necessary in her mind. Her exhibition felt like an actual marathon, her heart racing as if running she had gone the distance. Perhaps she had!

Ross and many of the Nashville police force took it upon themselves to prove to her that they had her back 24/7. While her nerves were still a bit shaken the hot shower gave her time to think on everything. Between the irresistible thrill of handsome young stud Ross and her own filthy rich albeit elderly neighbor Parker Rockhurst throwing money at her like crazy for sexual favors she was living the dream. Then came a possible nightmare. Still to be determined!

A truck driver having caught her with her pants, well, her entire wardrobe down, she was streaking if not in Ross’s car, the fear of her husband finding out sent her spiraling. Although he appeared cool in the moment even complimenting her, uncertainty was looming over her like a storm cloud. In response to the driver’s flirty nature, she needed to confront him head on. After years of living next to him he was technically still a wildcard. Head might be a good beginning. Last laugh joke!

Advised by Ross to pay a visit to her home’s flipside neighbor, that very same truck driver, the quite burly Kerry Gamble, she took it under her wing. To protect her marriage Darcy had to make certain he was trustworthy and did indeed like what he caught her doing riding nude in Ross Green’s convertible. It stunned her that Kerry seemed fine by her actions, but again he stayed to himself out here on the outskirt boonies. Hermit to say the least.

“4:05! I had better wear clothing to see Kerry just on the off-chance Andrea comes home early, Randy for that matter. I’ll just sneak back to the trails and hide an outfit just in case to make it look like I took another walk if Randy comes home. With the money I gave her to blow, I’m not so worried about Andrea.” Her seventeen-year-old daughter was blowing wads of something much better at this moment. Not cash either! Her nearly eighteen baby was having the time of her life smothered in Marietta-Deville Mustangs. Dicks were jabbing at her from all directions and painting her a picture in white.

As a matter of fact, her Eastside neighbor Parker Rockhurst was reviewing footage extracted from the cameras at McRonald’s as Darcy searched for attire. The 80-year-old former attorney was enjoying the sweet young not quite legal Miss Beckett. A voyeur at heart, Parker loved the thrill of the porn. Dirty old codger for certain. His dark side was definitely unpredictable. For now, he was nurturing a martini and absorbing just how much the young woman was living her own dream. Andrea Beckett was very much ready to lose her virginity. Too bad that Parker demanded she kept that hymen in place for his own benefit. Yup! Evil incarnate!

Darcy decided upon traditional jeans to avoid questions about her being in the woods out back, shorts or skirts so not outdoorsy in the wild. With snakes and the like ready to strike, one of those living right next door in Parker, although not known to be vile as yet, she was trying to play it smart. A flannel style shirt over a tiny white camisole seemed logical in the heat as well. Water bottle in tow she put on her tennis shoes and left her back door sprinting.

A glance across the lengthy property lines she did discover Kerry Gamble with the massive top shell up on his semi cab. Checking oil and appearing to be doing some mechanical work he had his toolbox handy. “Perfect! I won’t have to knock on his door. I could just start a conversation wearing my clothes but where is the fun in that.” A giggle of mischief later she moved beyond her husband Randy’s dog kennels next to a large tool shed and Darcy struck gold along the path into the woods. An area in mind to stash her clothing Darcy quickly undressed again and trembled over what she intended to do. “So crazy! I should be institutionalized for loving these risks I’m taking. I truly don’t believe Kerry would rat me out but teasing him more should confirm that if he bites. God, why am I so horny.” Like that rattler somewhere in her wooded estate she shook her tail and left everything but her Reeboks behind. Cell included!

Eying her home first as a security measure knowing Randy’s hunting truck would be parked as always backed into the kennels and the butchering shed to unload whatever he brought home; she scurried over onto Kerry’s property. Coming in behind him she got close enough to hear him cursing over something tight. Definitely not Darcy she snickered. Taking a deep breath, she spoke up, “Having troubles?”

Turning with a hint of surprise but manly in doing so the bearded behemoth shared a crescent wrench threateningly before sitting it aside. “Well look at you. Hello again neighbor.”

“I hope my newfound thrill of exhibitionism isn’t too much.”

“You just keep that up Ms. Beckett. I’m not calling any 911 for trespassers.” He smirked. “All of these years we’ve lived next to one another and not once did I see you even in a bikini. Now this! Mind if I ask what’s gotten into you? You and ole’ Randy having marital woes?”

“We have our moments I suppose. But no! I’ve simply decided I like being free. Randy does not know of course, so, if you were to blackmail me over this, I would simply deny it. I somehow do not think I need to sweat over that possibility.” She performs a simple 360 in step to show off her gorgeous curves. “No stretch marks I might add. I got lucky; Andrea was a preemie.”

“Nice! I always did find you an attractive bird.”

“Elegant swan I hope.”

“No jailbird at least. Aren’t you worried you might get arrested? I mean not out here and all, but when you and that young fella was cruising around town in your birthday skin.”

“Ross is a police officer. If you must know we just had sex at a gas station surrounded by other officers. Right at the gas pumps even.”

“Ah! So, you are a cheating on ole’ Randy. I kind of figured. Fella looked awful young for you.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m ancient?” She frowned.

“I know you’re not. I’m just saying that fella looked ten years your junior?”

“That might be correct. I just turned 33. I had Andi at almost 16. Ross, if I’m not mistaken is 24 so, yes, maybe I am robbing the cradle I suppose. Does it matter?”

“Not really! I’m just trying to process it all. Not complaining, not planning on any chat with Randy. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you, Kerry. That means a lot.”

“No problem! Feel free to pop over anytime you feel like doing more 360’s.” He chuckled. “Pull up a stump, I need to switch out an oil filter here and I’ll be done. Cold beer in that cooler if you want one.” He points at a small Igloo lunchbox style crate holding a six pack, well, five currently. He had one open and resting on his radiator. It sure wasn’t keeping cool up there as overheated as his vehicle still was, driving 1400 miles from his last load.

“I would but I don’t want my daughter to smell beer on my breath when I get home. I don’t have much time to be honest, I let her borrow my car to go shopping for a birthday gift. She could be pulling in at any time. An hour tops!”

“Then I guess my oil filter waits until morning.” He chuckled and cast his wrench into his toolbox. “You didn’t come over here dressed in lacy tennis shoes to just chit chat.”

“Oh? Rather presumptuous aren’t you, Mister Gamble?” She sheepishly grinned.

“I know what my gut tells me. Your young officer likely sent you. That, or you’re here to secure I’m not a threat.”

“I do have to worry a bit now that you know. Forgive me Kerry. I mean no disrespect.”

“Me neither! If you can rough it, so can I.” He grins then begins unbuttoning his outer shirt, half unbuttoned as it already was. A white wife beater style tank beneath was showing off a mass of bear fur on his chest to compliment his full beard. Shirt off he went ahead and ditched the wife beater. His entire upper body was pure fur, rather sexy. Darcy’s eyes brightened up the more he removed.

“Oh, my! Aren’t you a Grizzly.”

“Certainly not hibernating.” He chuckled, prepping to unfasten his belt. “But I wouldn’t mind checking out a new cave or three.”

“Mmm! I could possibly be in the mood to play a helpless Goldilocks.” That stump seat near his rig made a good leaning post, Darcy moving to lay her palms upon it and bend over. In his favor she shared a healthy trickling clam and that beautiful butt pucker. Two out of three cave systems were rather enticing. Ignoring him she trembled in wait, wondering if he would chicken out or take her from behind. Listening only, she heard the jingle of his belt and a zipper. Boots tugged off to abandon his jeans. A growl later she felt his presence up on her back. A humongous penis slid up her butt crack to lay over her spine. Her jaw immediately hit the smooth wood rings below. “Oh, my God! Kerry, you’re enormous.”

“Me or Not So-Gentle Ben?” He failed to laugh, taunting her by rolling his ten-inch Boa Constrictor along her lower back. “Last chance to run home Goldilocks. If not, the porridge won’t stop pouring.”

“If I’m not mistaken Poppa Bear found Goldilocks sleeping in his bed. Do you think he allowed her to run?”

“Nope! Ever been in a semi bunk before?”

“No. I’m open to that.” She giggled and taunted him right back by lifting her ass as well as the hefty cock attempting to hold her captive. “How big is he?”

“Ten plus! Have a look if you don’t believe me.”

“I’d rather learn and decide the truth on my own.” She reached both hands around and pried her cheeks apart. “I like to gamble, Mister Gamble.”

“No condom.”

“Even better I’ll wager. Healthy?”

“No lot lizards if that’s your worry. I’m not into roulette as much as my name insinuates.” He eases back and lets his fist sized head slide lower on her butt track. Hearing her breath being held the lower he traveled made him grin. “Uhhh? You might need to pry those cheeks a little wider Miss tall but petite.” His thumbs utilized Scary Kerry digs in and burrows both humongous knuckles into her anus and jointly sinks them within. The gasp said it all. A drizzling cunt seconded that emotion.

“OH, FUCK!”

“Not stopping now. Live with it.”

“I’m not stopping. Do your worst.” Regret might eventually set in. For now, Darcy was far too horny to end this side trip now and run off in any panic. She had never had a ten-inch cock in her entire life, but again, her experiences up until recently were not that outgoing. There was no turning back now that her appetite was whet. Ross Green had spoiled her. The thrill of being noticed more, even if she was drooled over anytime that she went into public, was nipping at her squeals, heels too. In her sexual prime these days there was nothing, not even Randy to stop her. Regardless, she prayed he never found out.

“Sopping wet Mrs. Beckett.” The tip of his cock felt her fountain bubbling up. “The splashdown is going to be dramatic.” An easy slide through her labia his monstrous member pressured her vulva. “Ready for this Goldie?”

“LOCK IT IN KERRY!” Loud and clear she seemed rattled but braced herself by digging nails into the tree bark below her stump table. Her swelling breasts crushed into the smoothness, nipples counting rings. His fist sized head pushed onward making her expression realize the predicament she was experiencing. “SON OF A-- “ wwww! AwwwwE that is! Her cunt had never been ripped this wide, the sensations of being stretched to her limits was mind blowing. Darcy Beckett found herself unable to speak any further, not even moan. Pure shock! Pressure compensated by sign language at best. Nails scratching lumber, spit firing at unheard curses.

“No worries, Goldie! I never hear any whining until after I’m done.” He chuckled and ran his callused palm up her spine, the scratchiness of his skin giving her goosebumps. Fingers wide ran up through her dark brunette hair and encountered her skull. Kneading at her scalp at first, she rolled her eyes back at the gentle massage. Just when she thought he was the gentle in his Ben, he switched it up. Those humongous fingers moved forward over her brow and dug in before drawing her head back. An OH FUCK moment struck again as not only did Kerry do that with aggression, but his left thumb also still in her anus plowed as deep as he could prod it. His cock forcing six out of ten inches up her welcoming cunt. Her juices were in overflow mode instantly. Sneering in his overpowering strength ego took over and made her his puppet. Not that she was begging him to stop. Randy was never this rough. Not even Ross thus far. Something hiding within Darcy found this primal and fed upon it.

“That’s the neighbor whore. Take it with pride. More to come!” He grew grim in his feeding, pressing another two inches inside her cunt. At eight inches he was hitting bottom but striving hard for balls deep. Her cries were not even shrill, dulled by the shock of his girth’s fulfillment. The more he gave the more she craved. Removing his thumb, the Grizzly of a man, Kerry at 6’6 300-pounds of feral fuss reached around and found her mouth, planting three huge fingers within to compress her tongue. Even if she wanted to scream, he now prevented the siren song.

Gagging her he began his thrusting. Like thunder he slammed his enormity deeper and deeper with each extraction, each retaliation. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Uterus happy! Uterus flattened by impact after impact. He fully intended balls deep even if she couldn’t handle it. Alone out here all these years 45-year-old Kerry Gamble was making up for lost time. Happy and content living by himself, free of any antagonist mate, he had some pent-up anxiety. Diesel fuel as he called it. Hermit the crab was out of his shell.

Hearing her gurgles over his force-fed fingers was music to his ears, her tears. She was crying but mostly over the pressure on her face between both mighty mitts holding her firm. In her loss of limbs, she forgot how to hold onto literally anything, her nails giving up on the bark, her legs putty, feet leaving the ground each time he slammed his cock deep. Orgasms came quickly, repeatedly, begging for more. Puppet indeed! Glad to dangle! Mind numb and loving the euphoria.

Just when she was readying another detonation of juices Kerry reared up, his back aching from being hunched over. Between his grip on her head and that monster in her twat he easily plucked up her 120-pound body and stood tall. At 6’6, her 5’7 meant nothing, Reeboks dancing on air. Walking about he carried Darcy all the way down his driveway like that, supported by his cock and grip over her head. All her fluttering eyes could witness was the sun peeking blindly through the tree branches above like twinkling diamonds. Heavenly!

At the end of his driveway the frontage road along Buck View Estates was wide open spaces. No homes across the road it was vigilant nature, fields and forest. The beasts within were afraid of the beast on the other side. Bestial Kerry took a walk with Mrs. Beckett at his mercy. Stopping every few feet to thrust up into her a couple worthy lifts to her tummy. If there were eyes to see this, they would witness her belly swelling up with each deep dark insertion, his penis so large it left a trail of withdrawal and re-entry.

Droplets of rainfall followed his lead like BrEaDcrumbs thanks to dearest Darcy. Just the knowledge of where she was now that the branches above gave way to cloudy skies, the sun still peeking, made her crazy inside. This was so very delicious, the humiliation, although she did fear Andrea or Randy coming down the road to catch them. The adventure was sorely worth her risk. Within her addled thoughts she relied on her newfound authority to protect at least her life. No way would Randy accept this, divorce would definitely be in her future. Andrea would simply have to cope.

Right in front of Darcy’s home Kerry stopped cold and faced her to see her own driveway. There Kerry Gamble destroyed her. Leaning over he removed his fingers from her mouth and let her choke up as he gripped her neckline like a vice and hammered her cunt. The screams now came loud yet hoarse. In her destructive praise, her begging for harder it attracted attention.

Parker Rockhurst pausing his TV now that Andrea Beckett was being walked out of McRonald’s by her young male suiter he was ready to pour another martini when he heard the racket. Stepping to his front door he opened it to look over and see Darcy in her throes of not so much passion but more in tune with necessity. “Well now! Mrs. Beckett seems to be rather, enjoying herself. Good! Mister Gamble? Intriguing!”

A phone call coming through disrupted Parker’s view. Grumbling he looked at his cell from his robes pocket and perked up. Answering it he spoke up with curiosity. “That was fast. Well done!”

“We’ve found the young man you requested Proprietor. He is on his way to Nashville as we speak. He hails from a town an hour North of the city. Money will keep him in line. He is an eager young man of 23, a definite wild side to him. An outdoors type as you indicated. We will have him an ID made before he gets here. Delivered to you along with a pizza tonight to celebrate his arrival. As you insisted, he will now be your great grandson.”

“I suppose I need to find a few pictures of his mother and father then.” Parker chuckled. “If you would do the honors of having my pepperoni pizza delivery driver, bring picture frames of my unknown daughter and her family.”

“Way ahead of you Proprietor. He’s bringing family photos with him to utilize as needed.”

“Good man! Name?”

“New or current?”

“New!”

“Beau! Seeing as you requested a hunter type, we found it a hoot to forge his ID as Beau Hunter.”

“That is rich. As long as it works, I truly don’t give a rat’s ass. All I need him here for is to woo young Miss Beckett into my bed. Her virginity will be mine.”

“TMI, Proprietor. The less we know the better.”

“Of course! I’m old as dirt let me cackle.”

“He has your address and will text you when he gets nearby. Try to look happy to see him.” Click! Watchtower out! Lowering his cell Parker enjoyed the next five minutes of Darcy Beckett’s maddening screams of ecstasy. His dog Malice woofing at seeing her Parker sighed.

“Grab your leash.”

Potty time!

Kerry Gamble rather enjoyed this exhibition himself. He discovered the air on his flesh relaxing even as his sweat rallied a pungent odor over his hairy body. He hadn’t even showered yet from his tour out on the highways. Yet, for some reason Darcy Beckett loved the scent of manliness at its most challenging. A match made in the moment worked for both parties. Incapacitating Darcy, her hands kept busy by squeezing her own breasts, her nipples hypersensitive to her situation.