A night at the derby.

A night at the derby.
By: Billy Jack

Bob couldn't believe his luck. While he was signing in for his entry to the demolition derby a gorgeous woman that planned to run the small car division drew up a conversation with him, and she seemed like she wanted to talk after they finished the sign up.

Bob always raced the big cars. The way he saw it the big cars represent power. Sure the compact cars were fun to run, and he usually ran two or three a year depending where he would run, but it was the big cars that took his love of the sport.

Bob drew the number four, so that meant he would be in the fourth heat, and since Marian was in the compact division she would run between the fifth heat and the final run.

The big car division had from four to six heats, depending on how many cars showed up for the demolition derby, while there was only one compact car heat.

The last three cars left running in each of the big car heats would move to the final heat, and the winner of that heat would win twenty five hundred dollars.

The compact car division only paid two hundred, and it was basically just enough to buy the next small car to get ready for the next race.

Marian drove car number seven seventy seven in a small Chevy Cavalier, and Bob drove number one thirty three in a big Lincoln. He hadn't won a single heat this year and he was getting a little concerned. He normally won at least two heats a year, and since this season was almost over he had to win this race and the next one to keep his record going.

When Marian saw Bob working on the finishing touches on his car she moved over to talk to him. This was her third race this year and she always came in second or third, but never first. She was hoping Bob had some pointers to help her and give her an edge, so she moved up and offered to help his get his car ready while they talked.

Bob was surprised she was so knowledgeable with auto mechanics, and in fact she probably knew more than he himself did, he just barely knew enough to survive.

His car was ready and all he was doing was a final inspection to make sure it was a good as it could be. Then he had to check to make certain the hood and trunk was bolted down securely, then he moved to make sure the battery was bolted down and secured on the passenger floorboard.

He used a chain to secure the doors instead of welding. With chains he could always take them off after the race and reuse them on his next car.

Often a compact car was not torn up too bad and could be used in several different races, but rarely was a big car salvageable after the first run.

When Bob moved over to the lawn chair he brought him, Marian looked around and couldn't find one for her to sit in so she decided bold action was called for, so she moved over and sat on his lap.

He didn't have much luck with women because of his shyness, and to have such a gorgeous woman move so fast with him scared him.

Marian had long blonde hair, and almost perfectly tanned complexion, and a body he thought could have been as a bathing suit model. Her tits were a good C-cup and her ass was nice and round, and firm. She had a voice of an angel and the bravery of a marine. Not many drove in the demolition derbies, most preferred to watch in the safety of the bleachers.

Once Bob started to feel comfortable with her on his lap he loosened up and started to enjoy her. It didn't take long before they were like old friends as they laughed and talked about other races they'd both been in.

Marian told Bob that she would place higher in her race than he would in his, and all he could do was laugh with a sarcastic tone.

Finally she looked him in the eyes and asked him if he wanted to bet.

This sounded like the kind of challenge he liked, so he asked her what the wager would be.

She leaned back against his chest and told him the loser would have to do anything the winner decided.

Bob saw in her eyes she was being flirty, but he'd been around a lot of women who were prick teaser, so he asked her in reference to what.

She told him anything. The loser had to do what ever the winner chose.

Bob laughed at her and told her she better be prepared to be his slave for the night.

She laughed and pushed her finger against the center of his chest and quickly corrected him, she told him that he would have to be her sex slave until sun up.

Bob didn't take her serious, but the thought of lying next to the naked Marian turned him on, and it didn't take long before she could feel his cock harden under her ass.

When she felt his stiffness she giggled her ass and told him to relax, he would need to save that for after he lost.

When they announced over the intercom that the drivers for the forth heat needed to get ready to head to the track, Marian stood up and leaned in and kissed him on the mouth and wished him luck. She rode with him to the field as he moved to get in line.

Bob was squared up against a big Pontiac station wagon, and when he looked back and saw his opponent he swallowed hard. Station wagons were hard to take out, and he hated being pitted up against them.

He especially hated the first hit of the race. The impact nearly knocked his dick in the dirt each time, and with the station wagon sided up to go against him he knew he would be sore in the morning.

When the count down hit one Bob looked over his shoulder and pushed the pedal to the medal as his car darted back on the mud track. Just before impact he turned back around and faced the dash. He was afraid of breaking his neck if he kept his head turned, so he made it a point to always face forward on impact.

The first car out was the wagon he went up against. But it wasn't Bob who took him out, but it was another station wagon that took him from any victory of the night.

The race lasted nearly nineteen minutes, and occasionally he could hear Marian shout at him in encouragement.

He was one of the last five running, and the competition started to get fierce. Every time he turned around another car was headed for his front end. The four remaining cars were teamed up, and their plans were to take Bob out before they went against each other.

With four against one Bob didn't stand a chance, and he only lasted three minutes. His racing was over for the night.

The small car division had thirteen compacts on the track and Bob watched carefully as the count down began. He hoped that Marian would win, even if it did cost him the bet, but she deserved a win. She worked hard to perfect her car, and she took every safety precaution to protect herself.

Twenty two minutes later Marian accepted the first place trophy and was told where to pick up her winning check.

While the big cars were setting up for the final heat Bob helped Marian load her car on her trailer, then afterwards she helped him with his.

Bob wanted to ask her for her phone number before she left, he really wanted to get to know her better, maybe ask her out.

When he leaned in to kiss her good bye she grabbed him by the upper arm and told him he wasn't going anywhere, she won the bet and she fully intended to get paid off, and tonight.

They talked for several minutes before they decided to go to Bob's house to pay off the bet. She lived in an apartment and there weren't enough parking spaces, especially for two trucks pulling two trailers loaded with wrecked cars. Bob had a house just outside of town, and he had his own shop where he worked on his cars, so he had plenty of parking room.

While Marian looked at the different trophies he'd taken over the past ten years Bob made them both drinks.

Bob told her to relax for a bit, he needed to jump in the shower, so she sat the drink down on the coffee table and stood up to join him.

He thought she was joking, so he moved to the shower to see how far she would take it before he high tailed it back to the living room.

When he was down to his boxers he knew she didn't plan to go anywhere, so he bent slightly and slid them down his hips to let them fall to the floor.

After he was naked she stepped back and looked him up and down, and then she stepped back and started to strip as well.

Bob stepped in the shower to get the water set up, and he never gave her a second thought. He knew she was fucking with his mind. There was no way she would shower with him. He just didn't have that kind of luck.

When he felt her slip up behind him and slid her hands around him he nearly fell over. When he turned around he could see she was serious.

She was as naked as he was and she had a lust in her eyes like he'd never seen before.

She looked him in the eyes and told him to remember the bet, he lost and he would be her sex slave until the sun came up.

Bob smiled as he pulled her into his arms smashed her firm tits up against his chest, he planned to enjoy the night, and when he was done, he would have her way past sun up.

When she felt his hard cock push against her pelvic area she slid her hand down his body and took his cock in her hand and gently squeezed.

She could hear Bob's moans as she slowly slid her hand up and down on him, and she knew he wasn't used to such an aggressive woman, and that he would cum too fast.

But if he was like other men, it wouldn't take much for her to get him back up again, and the next time he would last much longer.

After they stepped from the shower they didn't bother to towel off or get dressed, they moved quickly to the bed where Marian fell on her back and pulled him down on top of her.

Bob felt like he had just won the lottery. He had a gorgeous woman in his bed that wanted him desperately, and he would have her until morning. And to think she thought of herself as the winner. Bob knew who the real winner was, and it certainly wasn't her.

Her lips tasted sweet, almost like a long ago drink of wine, and she knew how to put in the tongue action that quickly made his cock hard again.

Bob didn't want to just climb on and fuck her, he wanted to take his time and make the night last, so he moved back and looked her body over as he rubbed her stomach. She knew she had a great body, and she felt proud when she saw the happy expression on her lovers face.

Bob kissed down her neckline until he had his mouth pressed against her tit, and while he pulled a nipple in his mouth, he used his hand to gently tweak her other nipple.

Marian wasn't used to such tender love making. Since she was so aggressive, most men thought she loved rough sex, and sometimes she did, but with Bob she wanted the tenderness.

Bob kissed his way down her stomach, past her navel until he came to her pussy mound, then he leaned in and gently kissed it while he slid his tongue up against her clit.

His neck hurt in that position so he moved down towards her feet and resituated himself where he could move between her spread legs.

When she felt him pull her clit into his mouth her purrs quickly turned to loud moans. She loved oral sex, giving as much as receiving, and to find a man who was good at it was a rarity, and Bob was definitely talented with his tongue work.

When Bob saw how turned on she got when he licked her clit he put more pressure with his tongue while he moved his right hand up her thigh until he had two fingers up inside her.

Marian tossed her head back and sighed when she felt the first small orgasm. She'd only squirted a half dozen times in her life, and if he kept up with what he was doing, she definitely would be able to add another number to that figure.

She didn't know what he intended to do when he slid his hands under her ass. She didn't know if he planned to finger fuck her asshole, or if he planned to fuck her up the ass, so when he kissed his way down her crack she nearly lost it.

She'd never had a man use his tongue on her ass before, and she loved it when he did. She couldn't get enough. She pulled hard on his head as she moved so much faster towards the biggest orgasm of her life.

When she stiffened up Bob knew what would happen next, so he pulled himself in tighter and held on until he felt her loosen up, then he held his breath.

When she shot out at him she tried to push him away. His tongue was driving her crazy and she needed him to back off, but he wouldn't. She as glad he didn't, she hated it, but she loved it, so what could she do.

When she finally shot out her last stream of cum she started to sob loudly.

Bob thought he'd hurt her, and he moved up to apologized, but when she told him why she was crying he could only stick his chest out in pride.

Marian knew there was no way she could satisfy him as well as he did her, but she sure planned to try.

Once she regained enough strength she rose up and moved down and straddled his hips. Then she reached down and took his cock and pulled it up towards her pussy while she slowly lowered herself down on him.

When Bob felt the tightness of her pussy he knew he wouldn't last long, and he didn't.

He knew with her talents she would get him hard over and over again, and by morning they would both be sore, but neither one wanted to back off.

They could deal with the soreness later, but tonight they would have complete satisfaction, and they'd enjoy each others body.

When Marian finally closed her eyes and found sleep Bob couldn't take his eyes off of her face. She was definitely hot, and he hoped she would want to see him again. Maybe they could work on their car at his shop together. He could see a future with her, and when she woke they would go to dinner and talk, he wanted to see her again, and from the way she kissed him, he assumed she would want to see him again as well.

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep spooned up against her.