Lincoln Continental (lc)

Woody and Gladys Woodstock experienced terminal transmission problems with their twelve-year-old Lincoln Continental on the way to Houston, Texas. They were on the way to celebrate the 25th wedding anniversary of their best friends Alton and Betty Fergus.

Woody's record of maintenance on the LC was less than stellar. All he cared about was it running and being drivable.

Gladys had implored Woody to relace the old LC, but Woody loved the car and said it would make the trip. However, as was often the case, Woody didn't know crap.

They were stuck in Gulfport, Mississippi. A Ford dealer said it would take a month to acquire a new transmission and replace the old one. However, he might be willing to make a deal on a newer model Ford. Woody wanted nothing but another Lincoln and preferably a Continental.

The dealer took Woody aside and told him a special deal was available if the dealer could fuck Gladys. Little did the dealer know that Gladys was an insatiable nymphomaniac. The girl would fuck and suck anything with a dick between his legs. Being coy, Woody pretended the dealer had made an offence. Woody sensed making a far better deal than the dealer ever dreamed of.

But the dealer wanted a shot at Gladys, a fine-looking middle-aged female with those come fuck me eyes.

The dealer offered Woody the opportunity to purchase his own personal LC for the trade in of the old LC and an afternoon of fucking Gladys plus $2000 to boot.

Woody was not impressed with paint scheme on the dealer's LC, but figured he could get a cheap Earl Scheib paint job when he got back to Orlando.

Woody informed Gladys if she would spend the afternoon fucking the dealer, they could be back on the road by morning. Gladys smiled and said, "I will do anything to get going again."

"That's my girl," Woody said.

Woody headed out to a local bank to secure the $2000 and left Gladys with the dealer.

The dealer was literally licking his lips as Woody left in his loaner Ford. Ah a long tongue man that can probably brush his eyebrows with his tongue, thought Gladys. I wonder if she sucks cock as good as he looks thought the dealer. Only one way to find out, he thought, as he dropped his pants and exposed his hard cock.

He is no Woody, thought Gladys, but he will do. Placing his hands on Gladys's head he pushed her to her knees and offered his hard cock to her parted lips. Licking a dollop of precum from the cock head before engulfing the whole head, Gladys thought ummm sweet.

This was not Gladys's first rodeo she was an accomplished and experienced cocksucker. The dealer was quickly in the throes of an awesome blow job. He moaned as Gladys clamped down and applied more suction. She was better than anticipated. Nearing orgasm, the dealer was stunned to hear a familiar voice bellow out, "Damn you Howard, you're cheating on me again with this old slut."

Undeterred, Gladys continued sucking the dealer with gusto.

"Don't you dare cum until you agree your slut will eat my pussy," said the dealer's wife. The dealer could only nod in the affirmative as his orgasm overwhelmed him and he flushed his cum in Gladys's mouth.

The dealer's cock slipped from Gladys's mouth as she swallowed the cum while smacking her lips. That was delicious Gladys, thought.

By now the dealer's wife had crawled in the back seat of the LC and simply said, "Eat!"

Gladys was not one to turn down the opportunity to drink the orgasmic juices of a woman and crawled between her legs as she snaked out her tongue. She made contact with the elongated clit sticking out of the dealer's wife's hairy bush. The dealer's wife jerked causing Gladys to smile, as she knew she had struck pay dirt.

Gladys had been eating pussy even longer than she had been sucking cock ever since she had sleepovers with her friend Betty before she was married to Woody. OMG, she is good thought the dealer's wife.

Seeing Gladys down on his wife, the dealer's cock was growing back to life. He needed to fuck her. He reached up to pull her panties down only to find she was not wearing any panties. Her puckered asshole and pussy were both in clear view.

As Gladys ministered to the dealer's wife, the dealer inched closer to inserting his cock in Gladys's very wet pussy. He was tempted to switch gears and plunged his cock in her asshole but slowly inserted his 7" cock into a very wet slick cunt. Gladys had visions of dying and going to heaven, her tongue was inserted in a hairy pussy and a cock was buried in her shaved pussy. Not as good as being spit roasted but a very close second.

Synchronization was made easy as the three lovers continued onward to sexual bliss.

Woody was sorely tempted to hit on the bank clerk, as she was a hottie, but he sensed she was on the rag and he decided to pass. Flush with a certified check for $2000, he headed back to the Ford dealership.

The dealer had just unloaded his second load of cum deep in Gladys's pussy. Glady's face, tongue and lips were awash with the orgasmic juices of one well eaten wife. This incredible sight caused Woody's cock to throb and harden. He needed release. He decided to face fuck the dealer's wife. The dealer's wife's smile disappeared and her eyes opened wide as Woody inserted his hard cock in her mouth.

While not on par with Gladys, the dealer's wife was proving to be a satisfactory cocksucker. I've had a lots worse thought Woody. She reminded him of Betty Fergus the first time Betty sucked him off. Betty not only got better she got a lot better.

A stunned Woody felt his cock slide into the dealer's wife's throat. Oh, things just got better, a whole lot better. Woody liked nothing better than throat fucking. Visions of his first throat fucking came into his mind. Surprisingly it was Alton Fergus that had first deep throated him.

Woody had been so appreciative he had let Alton fuck him. Something he and Alton had not yet shared with Gladys and Betty.

Like a school boy in heat Woody could not restrain himself and unleashed a torrent of cum sliding down her throat. The dealer's wife felt the warmth settle in her belly.

The next morning Woody, Gladys and the used LC with bad paint job headed down the road to Houston Leaving a sexually sated couple behind. The last words from the dealer, was, "Stop by on your way home." Woody and Gladys smiled at the possibilities, but were now thinking of their reunion with Betty and Alton.

As they pulled into 665 TPC Drive in Houston, Alton thought, damn what a terrible paint job on that LC.