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Carmela Diaz-Robles was a very impatient young lady. She was twenty-two years old, with a bachelor’s degree in business management, and had a good, high paying job as a business account representative at the local phone company.

Carmela also had a great figure, the result of an intensive workout program that included consisted of three visits a week, two grueling hours at a time, to an expensive gymnasium ripe with muscular instructors who personalized and monitored her workout, as well as her dietary intake. At five foot four, her legs were long and trim, her ass tight, yet shapely, and her waist drew jealous stares from her peers wherever she went. Her breasts were merely B cups, but they were nice and round, and her shoulders were well chiseled, leading up to her soft neck and almond shaped face. Thick, sensuous lips framed her small mouth, and her tiny, delicate nose was perfectly placed between her larger than normal black eyes. Her hair was another attractive feature, naturally jet black, but now dyed in a strong and deep red with nicely accented her dark Hispanic skin, and was set back in full and bouncy waves.

What Carmela did not have was a whole lot of time. She’d been trying to persuade her husband, Frankie, to take her car in for an oil change, only to hear him bitch and moan about how far from his own job the dealership was, and how much of an inconvenience the drive was going to be. It was almost enough for Carmela to take the car, a nearly new Explorer, in herself, until she remembered the manager from the service department, an overbearing and pasty man whose come-on lines were only slightly worse than his onion-smelling breath. He was a disgusting type of parasite, she recalled, one who wouldn’t take no for an answer, and even the offer of free work on her car was not enough to make her reconsider her fidelity.

Not that she didn’t screw around every once in a while, what with her husband busy with his two jobs, and never being around when she needed him. Frankie was a hard worker and a good provider, she had to give him that, but he wasn’t exactly the king of romance. He was prone to drinking binges and farting flurries, not necessarily in that order, and he was only a car detailer at two manual car washes, with no ambition whatsoever. She hated taking him to company events, as when he was asked what he did for a living, Frankie would simply respond, ‘I armor-all the tires.’ Sometimes, Carmela wished she’d waited a little longer before she settled down.

Her last fling had been with Gerald, of course. He was a stockbroker, also married, at a prestigious firm which carried all of five last names in its title, and he made upwards of eighty thousand dollars a year, over twice what she made. Why hadn’t she met someone like that earlier in her life, she sometimes wondered, and almost as quickly, she realized why. She’d been born and raised in the ghetto, where janitors and dishwashers abounded, and just holding down a job was an accomplishment in itself. Anyway, the affair with Gerald had to be cut short, as the man was threatening to become smitten with her wily self, and there was no way she’d be able to handle such drama at that point in her career.

Her SUV still needed an oil change, and her only other option was to take it to her father-in-law and have him do it. Frankie’s father, Pablo, was a strong shouldered and healthy forty-two years of age, having given over ten years to various constructions jobs, followed by another ten plus as a building engineer in a downtown, high rise office building. He was a man’s man, able to do many manual chores in a pinch, from landscaping to plumbing to roofing to you name it, and general auto maintenance was not beyond his many skills. The bad thing, however, was that Pablo was something of a heavy drinker in the afternoons, and it was best to catch him around two or three p.m., soon after he got off work. This meant Carmela had to leave her own job early, and drive into that rundown part of town she’d much rather forget about, in order to get her errand accomplished. She’d pressured her husband to pick up several quarts of oil the day before, and she arrived promptly, only to have her hopes dashed when she observed her father-in-law sitting underneath a parasol with several cans of beer already at arm’s length.

Her Explorer kicked up a large cloud of dust on the dirt driveway as she pulled to a stop, and with some disgust, she waited until the cloud cleared before she exited her vehicle. There was no way she was getting her new business suit dirty out here, in the ghetto. “Pablo! Pablo!” She called out, succeeding only in casually drawing the man’s attention. “I’m here for the oil change! Can you do it today? Can you hurry?”

Her father-in-law was wearing a loose muscle shirt and baggy shorts, since the weather was a little warmer than usual. “Of course I can.” He called back, apparently not drunk at all. “I’ve got my tools ready and everything. I was just sitting out here enjoying the sun, is all.” With that, he stood up, his broad shouldered frame ambling towards the vehicle. “Can you pop the hood for me?”

“Sure.” Carmela replied, hurrying over to the driver’s side. After a quick moment, the hood latch clicked open. “How long do you think it’ll take?”

Pablo propped the hood open. “I don’t know, maybe half an hour.” He took off his ball cap, revealing a head full of hair that was starting to thin, and starting to gray at the edges.

“That long?”

The man pulled out the oil dipstick and checked the fluid level. “Yeah, the old oil has to drip out before I can put the new oil in.” He said, smiling. “Just have a seat, it’ll be over before you know it.”

Carmela brought the grocery bag with the new cans of oil over beside him, and softly dropped them on the ground. For a moment, the young woman paused, glancing over the older man’s muscular chest, much more pronounced than her husband’s. Pablo, for his part, didn’t notice the extra attention, as he was scanning the yard for an old, faded rug, which he soon dragged over and shoved underneath the Explorer’s motor. The man then brought his tool box over, and gave it a few good kicks, until the box rested next to the rug. He smoothly dropped down on one knee, then positioned himself on his back and began the task of loosening the oil reservoir nut. “Get me that oil pan from over there, will you?”

Carmela complied, grabbing the dusty item with only two of her fingertips, then retreated to the shade of the parasol. Instantly, her cell phone was retrieved from her purse, but she grimaced when she saw the low battery warning. Impatiently, she shoved the phone away, and sat back in the white metal folding chair. Of the three beer cans sitting on the parasol table, one was still unopened, she noticed, and since she figured she’d be out there for some time, she popped it open and took a few sips. Fortunately, it was still cold.

The young lady took a long look at the yard, with its well manicured lawn, and several rows of colorful flowers lining the driveway path. There were some carefully placed and neatly trimmed fruit trees around as well, but for all of the natural beauty that the trees and flowers displayed, there were some negative aesthetics as well. There were not one, but two old and useless cars cluttering up the backyard, as well as a pile of old furniture and several flat tires on rusted rims. A good portion of wooden fence was dilapidated and discolored, and several scrawls of graffiti were visible on a neighbor’s wall.

Taking a more generous drink of alcohol, Carmela glanced back towards her car, and to the man working underneath it. She did a mental double take as she observed her father-in-law’s prone form on the ground. It had been a warm day, warm enough for Pablo to wear clothing fit for the beach, and under his baggy shorts, Carmela was shocked to find he wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Even worse, she could see his cock dangling about as he worked, lolling back and forth as he reached over for another tool from his box, the man painfully oblivious to the scrutiny he was now receiving.

And it was so large, Carmela thought, estimating it at six inches as it presently was. It was as big as her husband’s was in full bloom, so it had to be a good eight inches when hard. Pablo’s cock was much thicker than Frankie’s as well, as thick as her small wrist, and who knew how thick it became when aroused. Carmela tried to turn away, taking a long gulp from her beer, but she found herself wanting to look back. She was mesmerized by her father-in-law’s cock, and as she allowed her line of sight to return to the sausage resting between the man’s legs, she found herself fantasizing about having it within her grasp, holding it with both of her hands and still having a considerable length left over. She felt her own body becoming aroused, and as if to drive the sinful thoughts away, she again reached out for the can of beer. When her hands encircled the cold metal, she began to wonder if Pablo’s cock would be as thick as the can, and shuddered as she thought of the glob of meat rising up and reaching out towards her.

It took some effort, but Carmela somehow managed to partially stand and turn her chair in another direction. She finished off her beer, and then grabbed the one Pablo had been drinking when she’d first arrived, finishing that one as well. She’d just started to get a good buzz when one of Pablo’s other kids walked by, a foxy eighteen year old named Amanda.

“You drunk?” Amanda asked, leaning close to Carmela’s face. “You look drunk.”

“Naw, I’m not drunk.”

“You want to be?”

“Sure.” Carmela nodded.

“Alright.” Amanda replied. “I’ll be right back with some more brew.”

The teen returned with a six pack.

Carmela was hard pressed to remember how much time had elapsed between her first beer and her last, as somewhere down the line, her body relaxed itself on the uncomfortable chair and she fell asleep. She awoke with a start, looking first up at the night sky, and then down at her fading phone’s digital numerals. It was almost six, she thought, glancing across the table at the still form of Amanda, who had also passed out. Carmela stood up slowly, distraught to find that she’d wet her panties sometime during her slumber, and becoming even more anxious when she realized that she felt sticky between her legs. Carefully, she made her way back to the Explorer, noting that the underside of the car had been cleaned up, and that the oil cans were now empty and sitting inside the grocery bag she’d brought them in.

As she opened her car door, the interior lights went on, and she discovered the slumbering form of her father-in-law resting on the passenger seat, which was reclined almost all the way to the floor. At least he’d washed his hands before he got in, she noted.

His soft snores reached her ears, and after taking a deep breath, Carmela reached out and rested her fingers on her car keys, which were still stuck in the ignition. Should I wake him or not? She asked herself. She was about to reach over and nudge him, when she recalled the fat cock she’d seen earlier. After another deep breath, she turned the keys and started the car. Slowly, carefully, she backed out of the driveway, and started down the bumpy alleyway which led to the street. As she reached the pavement, Carmela glanced over at Pablo, but he was still snoring, and she thought to herself, this is it. Any further and she’d be past the point of no return.

She glanced down between the man’s legs, and shuddered.

With renewed determination, Carmela pressed on the gas, and left the bad neighborhood behind. Her apartment was almost ten minutes away, and just as she neared her complex’s security gate, she heard Pablo start to stir.

The man activated the seat controls, and slowly raised himself up. “Ooh, where are we?”

Carmela was dumbfounded, but only for a few moments. “My car was making this noise the other day, and I was hoping you could tell me what it was.” She glanced over, hoping she was sounding sincere. “But I drove almost all the way to my apartment, and I still haven’t heard it tonight.”

“Cars do strange things like that sometimes.” Pablo stated, dryly smacking his lips together.

By then, the security gate had opened, and Carmela drove past, heading directly towards her building.

“Are you going to take me back home?”

“Sure.” Carmela answered. “I want to get something from my apartment first, if that’s okay?”

Pablo nodded, and soon the Explorer pulled into its assigned stall.

Carmela exited the vehicle, hurrying over to her front door, and not surprised to find that most of the lights were off. That meant that Frankie was still at his second job. She let herself in, bolting upstairs and into her bedroom, where she shucked off her work attire and panties. For good measure, her bra came off, too. Then, she stepped into her walk-in closet, where she yanked out a white button-up blouse and a loose fitting black skirt. Her knee high boots finished off her sexy outfit, and giddily, she hurried back over to the front door. After one last look into a nearby full length mirror, Carmela stepped out and locked up behind her. Strolling casually down the short sidewalk, the woman returned to her SUV, finding that her father-in-law was admiring her approach.

“You sure look different in your street clothes.” He told her as she took her seat.

“Ya think?” Carmela asked, then backed up and drove back towards the security gate.

“Can we make one stop before you take me home?” Pablo asked. “Since you and Amanda finished the rest of my beer, would you mind stopping at a liquor store? That’s why I got in your car in the first place.”

“Okay, but we have to make one stop before that.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Carmela left the vicinity of the apartment complex, driving a few short blocks away. They came to a dark and empty public park, which had since been closed for the night, and had a single bar prohibiting access to the parking lot. This was no problem for the SUV, which drove up the adjacent sidewalk and around the barricade.

“Where are we headed to?” Pablo asked, puzzled at the maneuver.

Carmela drove further into the park, past a clump of trees, and well out of sight of any passing motorists. “We’re almost there.”

“What’s going on here?”

Carmela parked, shutting off the car and its headlights. Then, she switched on the interior lights just long enough to retrieve a rubber band from the ashtray. Expertly, she pulled her hair back and tied it into a ponytail.

“What are you doing?”

She shut off the inside lights. “Shhhhh.” She whispered. “I just want to pay you for helping me with the oil change.”

“Pay me?”

“Shhhh.” She repeated, and in the dark, she reached over until her hand rested on Pablo’s thigh. She began caressing his leg, swirling her hand back and forth, drawing his shorts back a little more with every stroke. “Do me a favor, and tilt you chair back.”

For a moment, Carmela feared he wouldn’t do it, but she soon heard his fingertips fumbling with the seat controls, and the soft electric whine announced that the seat was leaning back. Carmela reached further up the man’s leg, softly brushing over his thick pubic hair before finally coming to rest on his throbbing member. “It’s so big.” She whispered, feeling it suddenly twitch under her touch. She ran her fingertips across its length, hearing a low moan issue from her father-in-law’s mouth.

Carmela pushed the fabric further away, gently raising the cock into the air, placing first one hand near its base, and then encircling her other hand above it. There was still a good inch left before the head began, she realized, letting go of the hard shaft just long enough to reposition herself in her seat. Grabbing hold of the rod once again, Carmela brought her lips down on the tip, softly kissing it, then running her tongue down its sides, then all around it.

Pablo moaned even louder.

Carmela engulfed the head with her mouth, discovering the fit to be snug, but not too uncomfortable. Her mouth was wet with anticipation, and slowly, she took in a little more, then drew back in the first of her series of bobs, each one sensuously slow and rewarding in itself, each one bringing a sudden and climactic lurch from the engorged cock.

Pablo placed a hand on the small of her back, drawing it up and towards her neck, where it stopped at the back of her head and held her in place. Slowly, rhythmically, he began pulsating his cock into her mouth, forcing it further into her throat with every gentle thrust and raising his hips ever so slightly. Carmela tightened her mouth-grip on the shaft, even as Pablo’s thrusts increased in frequency and motion, and when the man’s other hand clamped over her head, Carmela began rapidly flitting the tip of her tongue around the cramped confines of her mouth.

“Oooohhh!” Pablo groaned, almost trying to squirm out of Carmela’s mouth, but she held on tight.

The older man tensed himself rigid, prompting Carmela to begin her mouth-strokes again, and this time, it only took a few motions before Pablo began to shake uncontrollably. White, hot juice spat into her mouth, and like a champion rodeo rider, Carmela held on to the bucking horse, keeping the wild beast within her lips, until finally, it quivered and shook itself limp.

Carmela sat up, reaching down into the center console for a couple of tissues, which she used to wipe away the lingering traces of semen from her lips. Tossing the soiled tissues aside, she once again reached over to the massive member, which lay on its side like a huge, dormant cucumber.

“You ready for another one?” She asked seductively, her hand softly rubbing the velvety skin of the flaccid cock.

Pablo, still panting heavily from the exertion, didn’t answer, but his cock, as if of its own accord, twitched a response.

Carmela slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, exposing her apple sized breasts and inching her petite body closer to Pablo’s. She pulled the blouse completely off, then lifted her skirt up and over her hips, stretching a lean leg over Pablo’s prone form and straddling his abdomen. Then, the younger woman leaned forward, offering a breast to her father-in-law’s mouth, shivering as his lips surrounded and began sucking on the aroused nipple. Pablo brought his hands up to grasp both breasts, his fingers gently pinching and fondling the places his probing tongue was missing.

Carmela lowered her body onto Pablo’s, her short pubic hair grazing against his, the contact serving to inflame his penis into standing up straight again. Most of its length came to rest on one of Carmela’s fleshy ass cheeks, and she shifted aside a couple of inches, allowing the thick rod to fall directly into the crack of her ass. She spread her ass a little more, then closed her legs and clenched her butt around the fat cock, partially trapping it between her cheeks and letting the sensual sensation erupt a mini-orgasm within her body.

“Oh, yes.” She shuddered, lifting herself up a few inches, until she could feel the purple helmet sliding its way down her ass and in between her legs. She started her descent, pausing when she felt its size pushing at her moist lips, then lifting herself up to try again. A second time, it seemed as if there were just too much cock for her, and she became afraid that she wouldn’t be able to go through with it.

Pablo dropped one hand down between Carmela’s legs, sliding an eager finger into her cunt. Carmela responded eagerly, as if willing to accept the substitution instead of the massive member now prodding into her inner thighs, and began slowly undulating on the man’s hand. After a few moments of this finger fucking, Pablo lowered his hand, clenching his shaft about halfway up, and guiding it to the wet spot his finger had found.

Carmela tensed up immediately. “I can’t!” She said, reaching down to stop him.

“Just relax.” Pablo reassured her. “Go slow.”

Carmela bit her bottom lip, gently lowering herself onto the stiff cock. The head felt huge resting against the opening of her cunt, and for another brief moment, Carmela felt a wave of panic going through her body.

“Relax.” Pablo softly whispered. “Just a little at a time.”

She was the one that wanted this, Carmela reminded herself. Bracing herself against Pablo’s strong chest, she dropped another half an inch, enough to get the thick head inside, and groaned as the skin around her cunt stretched itself out. “Oooh, shit!”

Pablo’s hands felt their way up her outer thighs, and came to rest on her ass cheeks. “It’s alright, you’re doing fine.”

Carmela bent forward, driving her waist back, trying to further impale herself on the thick rod, and this time, she had to force her body to press down. “Oh, damn! Oh, damn! Oh, damn!”

“That’s enough.” Pablo cautioned, reaching up to caress one of her breasts.

Carmela sat up once again, her head grazing against the Explorer’s roof, and ground down her hips. “Oooh, damn!” She hissed out, managing to get a good five inches in. That was enough, she thought to herself, trying to pull herself up, but finding that she was almost stuck in that position. It took some effort to get a rhythm going, but after several grunts and groans, she managed to get a slow rocking motion started. It didn’t take long for the first orgasm to wrench through her body, causing her to sprawl over Pablo’s body.

Once her shivers began to subside, Carmela straightened up and tried to engulf even more of the monster inside her. She discovered she could not. “Damn, that thing is big.” She moaned, her arms frantically groping about trying to find some support. She reached behind her, grabbing onto Pablo’s lower thighs, just before the kneecaps, and once again ground her hips downward. Another half inch of meat entered her. “Aaaaagh!” She gasped unevenly.

Pablo’s hands slowly drifted up her lean legs and reached around to grip the swell of her ass. His strong hands groped and kneaded her soft flesh, then moved upwards to encircle her small waist. Using his considerable strength to hold his petite daughter-in-law in place, he slowly rolled his hips, forcing even more of his engorged cock into her.

“Oh, damn!” Carmela hissed, shaking from the invasion. She tried to maneuver herself into motion, only to realize that this time, she really was stuck. Placing her hands on Pablo’s chest, she straightened her arms and withdrew the length a little at a time, releasing a long gasp as the space between their abdomens increased. Then, with a sudden jerk, she plunged down on the member again, her breaths becoming short and erratic pants of pleasure. As Pablo’s hard hands started caressing her sides, working themselves up to her small breasts, and back down again, Carmela repeated her actions of lifting and impaling herself. After a handful of repetitions, she felt another orgasm building up, and as her breaths quickened, Pablo reached for her waist again and helped increase the tempo of her plunges with his muscular arms.

“Oh damn oh damn oh damn!” Her moans became high pitched shrieks, further exciting Pablo, and as he felt himself about to explode, he clenched both of her buttocks and drove his member upwards, his hips leaving the car seat so violently that Carmela’s head bounced against the vehicle’s ceiling. Her scream pushed him over the edge, and with quick thrusts, Pablo began shoving himself deeper and deeper into her, each invasion flooding an electric wave of ecstasy through his body, ending in a loud and lusty grunt that coincided with Carmela’s shivers. Finally, after what seemed like half an hour, his erection began to subside, and his bucking slowed, his ass dropping back softly into the gentle cloth of the seat.

Completely spent, the young woman feebly tried to ride his shrinking penis, giving up the action moments later, and allowed her exhausted body to drape down over his. Her soft lips landed high on his chest, searching in the dark until they met up with his jawline, then traveled across his cheek. They kissed slowly and passionately, their tongues mingling together playfully, until this too proved to be too much effort for Carmela, who then dropped her head heavily on his shoulder.

Enough for her, Pablo thought to himself, but not for him. His thoughts focused on her rear end, which he still held in his hands, and of how tight and firm it was. Exhaling a deep breath, he imagined entering her doggystyle, and the images that flashed through his head were enough to jumpstart him back into a semi-aroused state.

Carefully, Pablo withdrew himself, and after some maneuvering, managed to set Carmela on the center console beside him. He used the seat controls to slide the passenger seat as far back as it would go, then repositioned her face down on the reclined seat. Finally, he squeezed himself in behind her, his back pressing against the front dash, and his cock roughly poking into her ass.

“No, not again.” Carmela protested feeble, although as sapped of strength as she was, she made no effort to stop the action.

Pablo positioned his rod between her legs, probing up and down until he felt the wet spot, then aligned his cock with the opening, and pressed forward.

“Oohhh!” Carmela protested as the rod forced itself inside.

Pablo felt the firmness of her ass, sliding his hands up and down the length of her cheeks, then leaned forward to caress her sides. As his shaft penetrated even further, he reached up to cup both breasts with his hands, then began pumping in and out in earnest.

“No more!” Carmela complained. “Take it out! Take it out! Oh! Ooh! Oooohhh!” She came again, this time tensing her ass so much that Pablo too started shaking with shudders of ecstasy. “Ah! Ah! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!”

The older man clenched his teeth together as he felt himself rapidly reach the point of orgasm, releasing a long moan at its climax. As the last of his own energies began to slip away, he rhythmically pounded away at her cunt until his member was too wilted to continue.

Panting and spent like a marathon runner, Pablo withdrew himself. For a moment, he fumbled with the door latch, until he discovered that he was pulling it in the wrong direction. He let himself out, clumsily standing on his now wobbly legs, and took in a breath of the cool night air, much more refreshing than the stuffy atmosphere inside the SUV. Taking a few steps in order to stretch his weary legs, he also started wiping away some of the sweat that was running down his face.

After taking another deep breath, he turned back towards the Explorer, where Carmela was still laying facedown on the passenger seat, her butt still raised into the air. With care, Pablo pulled her skirt down far enough to cover her privates, and managed to get her blouse partly on when she finally roused herself up enough to finish getting dressed.

“Don’t tell anybody we did this.” Carmela warned.

“I won’t.” Pablo agreed.

“And, we can never, ever do it again.”

“Never.” He repeated.

With that, Carmela repositioned herself in the driver’s seat and turned the keys, which were still stuck in the ignition. Shifting the car in gear, the pair drove away together, without saying another word to each other.

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