Drew did take Gunner up to Springfield and got the job done while Karen staggered, exhaustedly, to bed.
In the morning, she felt like a hooker and it was not a nice feeling. She took a morning bath – no monkey, this time – and got ready for the day in a pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans and a V-neck Tee. She threw on her running shoes – woefully neglected – and put her hair up in a loose ponytail that she didn’t even bother to look at in the mirror.
Downstairs, Drew was vigorously shaking hands with the client, Mr. Anton. Gunner was fast asleep on an old back-seat from some old hot-rod, long forgotten. He had managed to find a shirt, now. Which was disappointing.
“I knew you boys were good for it,” the aging man said.
“Yes, sir,” Drew smiled. “You can count on me.”
“Heathcliff!” Karen shouted, interrupting their bromance.
Mr. Anton looked up at Karen and his smile widened. “Why, there’s the beautiful big city boss-lady, right there! Mornin’, sleepy-pie!”
She waved from the office door. “How are those grandbabies doing, Heath?”
“Oh, fine! Just fine!” Mr. Anton beamed. “Brother Groesbeck, though, he wants this big lug to settle down and give him some more grandbabies. You interested in that?”
The thought made her stomach flop in confusing ways. It made Drew rol his eyes in a way that she couldn’t help but take a little offense to.
“We’ll just have to see if he plays his cards right,” she smiled.
Mr. Anton turned to Drew, excitedly.
Drew shook his head with a broad smile and said, “don’t get used to her, Mr. Anton. She’s just passin’ through.”
“Too bad!” Mr. Anton said as he turned away. “You can come take me away to California, little lady!”
“What will Missus Anton say?” Karen flirted.
He waved his hand as he shuffled out and humbugged: “that dumb ol’ bat won’t notice for years, yet and then she’ll think I fell into the silo with the sugar-beets!”
That afternoon, Mr. Anton called, furious. Apparently his newly-repaired tractor had just up-n-quit in the middle of a run. After some very flirtatious coaxing, Karen was able to get him to calm down, but she needed to save this job.
Downstairs, Gunner had finally settled down to sleep, but on the job. He woke with a startle.
“Oh, shit!” He swore.
“Never mind,” Karen said. “Do you know why Mr. Anton’s newly-repaired tractor might have quit on him?”
He shrugged. “Could be any number of things.”
Karen chewed her lip. Drew was off for the night, exhausted. Seth had just not even bothered to show up for his shift. She was losing control of things.
Keep it together, girl, she told herself.
“Get another shirt on,” she ordered him. “I’ll drive you there.”
It turns out that with all of the fancy repairs that Drew had managed to do, he had forgotten to fill the damn thing all the way with oil. Gunner had it up and running beautifully right where it was stopped in the middle of a hayfield.
Karen had changed into something practical for the occasion: a pair of jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt. She had no cowgirl boots so white Nike’s were the compliment. At least the jeans were Calvin Klein skinny jeans and made her look cute while being comfortable.
“Good job, Gunn,” she smiled at him as she shoved him over and climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah!” she called out as the vibrations of the engine shimmied up her legs and ass. “A girl could get used to this!” she called out.
Suddenly, Gunner turned the key and shut the engine off.
“Awwwww,” she said, disappointedly.
Gunner looked poorly, so she didn’t play. He sat with his head bowed, his clean-shaven chin tucked into his greasy TOOL T-shirt.
Karen waited. Whatever was about to happen, it was bad.
“About, you know..me…like..watchin’ you with Drew,” he began.
Karen looked away, herself, blushing with embarrassment at the memory.
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out.
“Good!” Karen said.
“I’m really…so, so, so sorry,” Gunner repeated.
“Good!” she said, again. “It was humiliating, Gunner.”
“You’re so pretty and…” he kicked the dashboard in front of him hard enough that Karen worried he had made something else to repair.
After a long pause between them, she put her hands up and said: “Well, you’re sorry. It’s in the past, now. Okay? Thank you for saying that you’re sorry. I accept your apology. Better?”
“You deserve better,” he said, bashfully.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Karen smiled at him.
He leaned in and awkwardly planted a kiss on her lips.
She pushed him away. “Gunn! God, not you, too!”
His face flushed red. Had he really thought that she didn’t know?
“I like you,” he admitted.
She rolled her eyes. Was she going to have to manage this business entirely on her back? She turned and looked out the window, trying to keep her cool. Finally, she leaned on the center of the steering wheel in frustration.
Evidently, that was not where the horn was – if there was one. And it was humiliatingly unsatisifying.
“I’m sorry, Karen,” he said. “Really, I am.”
Finally, she blurted: “I realize that you boys think that I came into this world to take Groesbeck cock all day and night. But I am stuck here until I can earn my way back to where I belong, Gunner. Okay?”
“I’m sorry!” he said. “Look, just forget it. I like you, that’s all. I don’t see why that can’t be reason enough.” He asked.
He looked genuinely hurt. In spite of every instinct in her body, Karen pitied the poor, sexy thing.
“Don’t cry or anything,” she said. “You’re a good looking kid and you must have all kinds of Mormon girl snatch lined up for you up and down this stupid valley.”
He nodded, “I’m not a virgin if that’s what you mean.”
That made her snort quietly. A virgin. Who even used those words, anymore?
She looked up, a little worried that she might catch him crying and saw that his faced was flushed red with embarrassment.
“God, Gunner. Come on. Why have you got to be like this?”
He shrugged, “you think I’m good-looking?”
She rolled her eyes, “Don’t fish for a compliment, man. It’s so unattractive. You’re sexy enough just the way you are.”
That made his eyes light up a little. “You think that?”
Now it was her turn to blush: “Yes. Yes, okay? You’re hot.”
He wagged his head, disbelievingly.
“Okay!” She gave up, putting her hands up. “Fine! Fuck it. Let’s do this.”
She laid back on the warm, black pleather of the stinky tractor cab.
“Stop it,” he said, putting the keys in the ignition to do another test. Then he just looked at her for a moment.
“You got what you wanted, Gunner,” she said. “Let’s do this.”
Excited, he turned on the radio and a country western station was already dialed in.
“Is that okay?” he asked.
She nodded, “that’s – that’s great. Thanks. Let’s go.”
“I don’t want -” he started.
“We’ve only got a few minutes, Gunner,” she said, “everything is great, let’s get this show on the road.”
He pulled her pants down and her heart started to race faster.
“God, it must be lonely for you boys, out here,” she laughed.
He was distracted by her panties. They weren’t sexy – a pair of comfy cotton white bikini briefs. But he looked with a desire that shocked her a little.
“You’ve seen one, before…” she stated.
“Not like this,” he said, pulling her panties down and off and taking in an eyeful of her clean-shaven puss.
She smiled, “Aww. Now come on.”
“Come on?” he asked.
“Yeah, you can – you know.”
“I can – eat you out?”
She was surprised. Was that what was happening?
“Do you – want – to eat me out?” she said.
“Please?” he said with puppy-dog eyes.
That made her laugh. “Go for it, Prince Charming. Dive in!”
“I feel the strongest urge to – put a baby in you,” he confessed.
She thought for a moment that he might be making fun of her but when he looked up, she could see the sincerity in his eyes.
“Is that horrible?” he asked, sweetly.
“No,” she said, honestly. “No, of course not. That makes perfect sense.”
He licked her, grabbing her stockinged ankles and holding them firm against the dirty, grimy plether cushion of the driver’s seat of the tractor.
“Come on,” she whispered.
“No, you come on,” he said, burying his tongue deep inside her cunt and then launching into a pattern of tongue-fucking that was beyond expert-level.
Immediately, Karen’s face lost all decorum. Gunner was eating her out like a machine. She moaned as he licked her teasingly in turns of slow, flat strokes along her slit and tight, focused vibrator-grade flicks of her bean only to follow with shallow plunges of her opening and gentle kisses along her pussy-lips.
“Damn, but you’re good at this,” she said.
Her whole pussy contracted and obeyed the ebb and flow of his mouth-worship. The muscles vibrated from deep within all the way down her legs as she climbed to the fastest orgasm that she had ever felt in her life.
“Make Momma feel good, baby,” she said.
He did. Oh, he did. He made sweet love to her pussy lips like no man had ever done before. His stamina at it was thorough and young and energetic. She made a silent note to fuck only young men from now on.
“Oh!’ she screamed as he made her climax so hard that her thighs threatened to squeeze his brain out of his skull.
“Oh, God!” she mumbled. “Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God!”
Gunner began to finger her pussy, gently. He finger-curled her with two fingers exactly where she needed some good pressure and the relief was like a spiral of fulfilling pleasure that wound up her body in another bright and thrilling orgasm.
“Ah!” her breath caught in her chest. “Ha! Ha! Ohhh! Yummmeeeee…”
He broke from her and she couldn’t help but touch his smooth face with it’s square jawline and his silly puggish nose.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered.
“Can’t we just finish like this, Gunner?” she said.
He stripped off his shirt, his Adonis-like abs glistening in the light of the tractor’s headlights on the green fields.
“God,” she muttered as his sickly hot body compelled her to obey. She turned over. “This whole cab is going to smell like sex, tomorrow.”
Her face against the pleather and her arms pinned to the small of her back, she was entirely vulnerable. But her pussy gushed with the yearn for more action, so she did not complain.
She couldn’t see his dick as he pulled it out but she had glimpsed how long his strokes had been while he had watched her with Drew and if his brother was any indication, she had a good idea of what to expect.
At first, she worried that he might pull a Drew and try to impale her ass with his meaty cock. She relaxed when she felt his cockhead against her pussy, still wet from his cunnilingus prowess.
“Good boy,” she whispered.
He pushed his cock inside her and it was everything that she could have hoped: smooth, soft, and thick.
“Mmm,” she purred. “That’s it, Big Boy. Show Momma how good you can be.”
He spread her open until he bottomed out inside of her, causing her to wince with scrumptious discomfort.
“You okay?” he asked, sweetly.
“I’ll live, baby,” she smiled.
“I know that when Drew-”
“Hey, Gunner?” She said, gently.
“Don’t talk about your brother right now, okay?”
“Okay,” he said.
“You’re the one inside me and you were just eating me out like a fucking machine and doing just great. Just fuck me. We’ve got to get this job done.”
“Okay,” he said, obediently.
“You,” she rolled her eyes in frustration. “You don’t have to do that, honey.”
“What?” he said.
“Treat me like I’m a Princess. I can take it hard.”
“You mean,” he said, “like Drew-”
“No!” she blurted. “I mean: just fuck me. Okay? Don’t make love to me. I’m not your girlfriend and we’re going to get caught any minute, so bust a nut and let’s go!”
He fucked her silently for a minute, which was much less erotic. His pace quickened and he got harder inside of her.
“Yeah,” she whispered, “that’s more like it.”
“What do you want me to do?” he grunted.
“Just fuck me,” she said.
“I don’t…” He was frustrated and losing steam.
She turned back and looked him in the eye.
“Hey,” she whispered.
He looked up at her and as their eyes met, she sent him kind and relaxing vibes.
“Pull my hair and slap my ass,” she said. “Don’t get carried away, but spank me and call me a dirty slut. Then just go from there. I’m ready. I want it.”
He grabbed and twisted a short rope of her hair in his grip, yanking on it and causing her back to arch.
“That’s it,” she said.
He slapped her ass, hard.
“Mmmm,” she encouraged him.
“Fucking slut,” he bit out angrily.
“That’s the spirit, baby,” she whispered.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he said as he pounded her as deep as he could go.
“Okay, easy, Tiger,” she said, her pussy stuffed so full of him that it started to feel like exercise just to take it all.
“I’m gonna fucking put my babies in you,”
“Mmmm,” she said. It wasn’t as hot as she would like but it was nicer than being called a bitch by Drew.
He pulled her hair harder and she wanted to complain but the pain felt so good, she bit her lip and let it be.
“Is that how you treat the mother of your children?” she whispered meanly at him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said, shoving his man-meat all the way until his balls swung and gently pounded against her like a dog in heat.
“Put a baby in me,” she said, sweetly.
“I’m gonna,” he said dumbly. But she couldn’t help but smile a little at how sweet it was.
“How is it?” he asked, candidly.
“It’s so nice, babe,” she answered, honestly. “Keep going.”
“You like it?” he said.
“It’s so big, I love it!” she said.
“What else do you like, you slut?”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“It’s okay…I like that your abs glisten when you sweat,” she confessed.
“You want to have my babies?” he asked as he flexed those muscles, thrusting into her again and again.
“Yeah, Big Boy,” she teased.
“Really?” He asked.
“No,” she admitted.
“I’m gonna fuck you, anyway,” he said and started to rut her pussy hard.
“Good,” she said through her teeth.
He grunted hard and she thought that he might cum.
“Get it,” she said, thinking of how soon he would finish and they could get back to work. “Put your baby in me.”
“Your body is mine,” he spat as he fucked harder and tight-lipped.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Yeah, it is, Big Daddy.”
He thrust his big dick into her with a fury that made the world turn in her vision. Finally, she couldn’t move and her legs started to shake. Her toes pointed of their own accord and her thighs became sensitive. Her nipples fired alive and the cup of her breasts weighed heavy and tingled with a warm yearning that soon glowed red-hot in her heart and on her chest.
The scent of the alfalfa field mixed in her nose with the scent of the sex that she made with Gunner. It was musky and filled her with an openness that made her heart blossom with a kind of loving sweetness. The air was alive with fertile potency.
“My body,” she whispered. “My body wants it, Gunner.”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Seriously,” she whispered. “My body is alive with the thought of receiving your baby.”
“You’re my woman,” he grunted.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Gunner. Yes, baby.”
“Fucking take it,” he growled louder.
“Fucking give it!” she begged.
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed, her brows arched as she felt a warm explosion of his cum inside of her. Her pussy bloomed for him.
“Don’t move,” she begged. “I’m cumming on your beautiful cock, Big Boy. Don’t move.”
She worked his cock with her pussy, sliding up and down and squeezing him hard as he spasmed with pleasure. She climaxed fully: her pussy gushed wetness like she had never felt before as she squirted on his dick.
Her eyes shut and squeezed until tears rolled out of them. She could make no sense of any more words to say as her whole body lurched with the satisfying peak of loving for his body.
“Ooooooo,” she cooed with light-headed bliss. “Ahhhhhhhhh.”
She basked in the rich feeling of being stuffed full of man.
After he pulled out of her, he rolled her onto her back and pulled her panties up for her. Those would be ruined, now, but she didn’t care.
Then he looked her in the eyes.
“Your chest is red,” he said.
“Because I came,” she assured him.
He moved his face closer to hers. She could see in his eyes a look that she knew too well. She wanted to warn him to not get involved. To just let it be about a nice, hard fucking. But his freshly-shaved face was so boyishly smooth and his tender brown eyes were so kind and sweet.
So, she kissed him. She couldn’t help herself. She knew it was what he wanted but she hadn’t expected to want it, too. He kissed her back, his strong mouth tenderly pressing her soft lips.
She wrapped her legs around his back and made out with him like a boy-hungry teenager. It was lovely, like kissing a boy for the first time. It filled her with a youth that was pink and fresh to the world. It had been a long time.
When she broke away from his lips, they pressed their sweating foreheads together.
“I-” he started
“No,” she whispered. “No, don’t ruin it.”
He closed his mouth. Their breathing fell out of synchronisation and eventually, they put their pants back on and got back to work.
Seth was furious when they got back.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he fumed.
“We were on an on-site job,” Karen said, calmly. “And you watch your mouth with me, Mister.”
That night there was a soft rap on the door.
It irritated Karen because she had finally gotten to sleep.
“Ugh,” she grumbled wearily.
She rolled up and out of bed and into the slippers next to the bed. She was still in a fresh pair of non-Gunner-scented panties and a tank top and she half-reached for her blue-jeans before deciding to grab her robe, instead.
It was Gunner at the door.
“What time is it?” she blinked into the glaring light of the shop’s worklamps.
“I don’t know,” he whispered.
She shielded her eyes with her hand as she wrapped the robe tight around her waist and looked up at him.
He didn’t say anything.
“What, Gunner!” she blurted out.
His face turned red and suddenly she knew.
“Good night, Gunner,” she said, annoyed.
“Please,” he begged.
“You are getting to be pathetic, little boy,” she spat angrily. “Good night!”
He did the wounded look.
“Oh, you and that stupid face,” she sighed.
“Stupid?” he said.
She sighed as she turned and scooted her wear feet back to bed.
She grumbled: “You can hold me while I fall asleep but this girl’s pussy is closed for business, son.”
She plopped back onto the bed. She was half-surprised when she felt him lie down next to her.
“Did you close the door?” she mumbled into her pillow.
“Yes,” he said.
True to her word, she shed her robe and rolled over to snuggle him. He was a good snuggle. He had showered and put on fresh deodorant and after-shave, which was polite. He wrapped her up in the big Momma quilt.
He had fished the TV remote from the night-stand and turned on the flat-screen on the wall.
“We got Netflix on here, over the summer,” he said, excitedly.
“That’s great, Champ,” she muttered into his broad, warm, muscular chest. “Now shut up.”
“I’m gonna watch till I fall asleep,” he said.
She wanted to protest, concerned that the Boss would come in to do a surprise inspection in the morning. But she was too beat to care.
“I had a good time,” he whispered.
“Dude,” she warned him. “SHUT – UP. I have been fucked so raw in the past couple of days,” she complained. “I never want to see a cock, as long as I live…”
“You don’t mean that,” he whispered.
“You know it was just for fun,” she said.
“Yeah,” he said. “But who knows?”
“Me and the good people of the gynecological pharmaceutical industry,” she said unflatteringly into his chest.
“Still,” he said. “We could have a little miracle coming our way.”
“Ugh,” she complained. “That is not a miracle, it’s a catastrophe.”
He kissed her forehead.
“No kisses,” she mumbled.
“You got it, boss-lady,” he said, amused.
Her eyes wouldn’t open, but as she drifted off to sleep, she whispered: “I’m…not your…girl…friend, Gunn. Don’t get…you know…wrong…idea…”
He touched her hair softly and it felt nice as she drifted off to sleep.