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This is the story of a middle-aged man named Bryant Rieves from Lubbock, Texas, best known as the hometown of music icons Buddy Holly and Bobby Keys.

The stereotype of Texans is that they like everything big.

Well, Bryant does like big, juicy and fast -- his steaks and his women.

He's a bit loose with money and his morals. The only things tight about him are his Wrangler jeans and his mind after a few shots of whiskey.

Bryant has had plenty of women in his 45 years. His steel gray-blue eyes, now salt and pepper hair but still boyish good looks, a lean but toned six-foot frame and smallish, round butt -- oh, that's another tight thing about him -- has netted him lots of ladies over the years... but he's never loved any of them.

His only true loves have been inanimate objects, specifically cars, more specifically golden era muscle cars.

His current amour is a 1972 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, two-tone gold and white.

His immediate previous love was a 1976 Ford Gran Torino, red with a white racing stripe, like the one made famous in the 1970s TV cop drama Starsky and Hutch.

Well, like the two young, cool detectives, Bryant liked to drive the Torino fast, naturally. One night he made it part of a tree. He survived but the car didn't.

Police found a half-flattened coyote at the scene so Bryant avoided any charges related to his driving.

Bryant is so enamored with his current love, the Chevelle, that his buddies have told him that they wouldn't be surprised if, sometimes late at night, missing his 'honey', that he gets out of bed, goes into the garage, opens the gas cap cover, removes the cap and sticks his eight-inch cock in the fuel neck opening.

Bryant would tell his friends (half-jokingly?) that the only thing stopping him from doing just that is a worry that his long and thick member might get stuck in that tight opening.

Wouldn't that make for an interesting call to 911!

911 Dispatcher: "911, what's your emergency - police, fire or ambulance?"

Bryant: "Uh, how about a urologist."

Dispatcher: "Excuse me"

Bryant: "Whoever can get here the fastest. My, uh, Johnson is stuck."

Dispatcher: "Where and how is Mr. Johnson stuck?"

Bryant: "Not Mr. Johnson, my Johnson. My thing, you know."

Dispatcher: "OOOOKAYYY. It's stuck in what?"

Bryant: "A car."

Dispatcher: "Come again."

Bryant: "That's what I'm trying to avoid. I don't want to damage the engine with a sticky foreign substance."

It's a whacked scenario that Bryant's buddies swear he'll be the first to accomplish.

He's put his generous Johnson in many women but his human love life has been pretty dry of late.

He hasn't had sex with a woman - his five latex dolls don't count -- in about a month.

That's called a drought in Texas.

It's called a disaster in Bryant's pants.

So when he ventured into the AAA Garage Guys outlet near his home, so his trusty mechanic Mike, nicknamed the Auto Doctor, could take a look to see what ailed his Chevelle, Bryant wasn't looking for or expecting to make a new female friend.

The first thing Bryant noticed when he approached the service desk was that his usual customer rep, pretty little Linda, the one he'd always wished would pay him a 'service' call, wasn't behind said desk.

The next thing he noticed was that the woman sitting in Linda's usual chair was someone named Arianna.

The next two things Bryant noticed were the ample breasts that were desperately trying to break free from Arianna's obviously too small white blouse.

Bryant's man hammer must have thought it was in the military because it immediately snapped to attention and saluted the new employee.

Bryant sat down in the chair in front of Arianna as quickly as he could to avoid embarrassment but she had caught a glimpse of his special greeting.

She smiled... ever so slightly.

Her sweater puppets must have noticed as well as two darts began protruding from her thin white top.

This, Bryant also noticed.

Bryant: "Hi there. You're not Linda."

Arianna: "Hello. No I'm not. I'm new."

Bryant: "Hi, New."

Arianna frowned at Bryant's attempt at humour.

Arianna: "My name is Arianna."

Bryant: "It's cold in here. Are you feeling a bit nipply? Did you say your name was Areola."

Bryant couldn't believe that he actually said all that. He was thinking it, yeah, but then he just blurted it out.

Bryant: "I'm so sorry. My mouth overrode my brain."

Arianna: "Is your name Dumb Ass? Maybe Jerko?"

Bryant: "I guess it should be. Those are my middle names. My first name is Bryant. Once again I apologize, Arianna."

Arianna: "How can I help you?"

His mouth almost did it again, wanting to say that she could let him lick her luscious boobs, but fortunately, for him, his brain, in his upper head, won the day... this time.

Bryant: "I'm here to have Mike look at my baby, my '72 Chevelle.

Arianna: "Is it the 454 Convertible 4-Speed? Does it have the Big Block V8?"

Bryant's eyes lit up and once again his friend south of the border snapped to attention. They thought this could be love at both first sight and first hearing.

Bryant: "It's a hardtop with a 350 V8," he stammered, still taken aback by Arianna's knowing and probing question. "350CI, 4WD, F150, if it comes with numbers and letters I'm usually a fan," he added.

Bryant told Arianna that he doesn't have just a favourite number. He said he is a fan of alphanumerics.

"Guess what my favourite alphanumeric is?" he asked her.

"I would have said 69 was your obvious favourite number but since you say it is something alphanumeric I'll guess 69UNI," she said.

Bryant laughed and was momentarily speechless.

"I wished I'd thought of that, but my favourite is actually 42DD."

Arianna rolled her eyes. She didn't let on that he had almost correctly guessed her bra size. She is actually a robust, shapely 42DDD.

"I imagine you look far and wide for that combination," Arianna told Bryant.

"Do you want to know my favourite number? It's actually alphanumeric as well," she noted.

Bryant's widened. "Please do tell."

"My favourite is 8EW as in 8 inches, extra wide."

A puzzled look came over Bryant's face but then its meaning hit him. Actually, it was his member down below that reacted to her answer giving Bryant an understanding of what she meant.

"If you'd like to meet your favourite alphanumeric in 'person', I can arrange it."

"I'll let Mike know you are here," Arianna said dryly.

She got up, turned and walked toward the service bay doors.

As Arianna made her way Bryant's eyes locked like a missile targeting system onto her backside. He was getting a more or less full view of her body now. She had an ample ass that was curvy yet, to him, proportional to the rest of her full-figured frame. Her cheeks slightly wiggled and shimmied, enough to hypnotize Bryant.

As much as he was a boob man, a connoisseur of hefty hooters, he was also a major ass man and a fan of the furry flipside as well.

Some might consider Arianna overweight but he could tell in her attitude and the way she carried herself that she didn't give a crap what people thought of her physique.

She was a confident, sexy woman and exuded those qualities. She carried it well and was freaking sexy.

That was what turned Bryant on. He had always had a thing for plumper, meatier women. "Just more to love and enjoy," he always thought.

There was no doubt in his mind Arianna was a classic BBW, Big Beautiful Woman. He imagined touching and probing every inch of her ample body especially her generous boobs and booty.

No part of her would escape his mouth, tongue or fingers.

Doctor Mike eventually emerged from the garage bay area and consulted with Bryant. Together they figured out what the problem was with the Chevelle and got her back on the road later that day.

Another repair that Bryant felt needed attending to was his initial disastrous contact with Arianna.

"Well, I'm outta here," he told Arianna after paying his bill.

"Would you like to... can I...," Bryant blustered only to be literally stopped by Arianna who picked up, and held in front of her, a sign that she keeps on her desk, a cutout of a stop sign.

She said nothing to Bryant, knowing what he was going to ask. She wasn't interested. She let the sign do her talking.

If Bryant was a dog, he would have had his tail tucked between his legs as he turned and walked meekly out of Garage Guys.

That night Bryant could not get Arianna out of his mind. Her buxom chest and full ass filled his thoughts. He was so wound up that he knew he had to rub one off if he was to get any sleep.

He lay down on his bed, pulled down his night shorts and started to rub his 8-inch sword through his briefs. Thoughts of Arianna grabbing his dick and stroking it, first gently and then faster and faster raced through his mind.

Bryant removed his underwear; his penis had been straining against the fabric, which was stained by a few drops of pre-cum.

The thick, veiny meat pole stood ram-rod straight, eight inches up in the air like a rocket ready for takeoff. The purplish bulbous head looked like a helmeted sentinel ready for action.

Bryant took the generously sized meat stick in his hand and started stroking imagining it was Arianna working a hand on his member pumping his piston faster and faster.

He quickened his pace and before long Bryant groaned and moaned as thick ropes of lily-white cum shot a foot into the air before landing on his abdomen.

He was satisfied but still wondered what it would feel like to be touched and blown by Arianna never mind to be able to part her sweet thighs and park his prick insides her steaming moistness.

A few weeks later Bryant needed to go back to the Garage Guys to pick up some cleaning products for the Chevelle's interior and exterior.

He was delighted to see that Arianna was working that day. He made a beeline to her cubicle.

Arianna looked up and saw Bryant. Without saying a word she reached for her sign. Bryant grimaced. He hadn't said anything inappropriate, yet; heck, he hadn't said a thing.

Then he saw her sign. It was a green sign with the word 'Go'.

She curled her finger beckoning him toward her. He sat down at her desk. She leaned in close to him to say something so that no one else could hear.

"We've got to get something straight between us."

"What's that?" offered a slightly confused Bryant.

"We've got to get your straight eight inches between you and me."

He could only smile. Well, he also had to keep a hand over the front of his pants when he left the garage.

Arianna had invited him to dinner and given him her home address. He showed up that night dressed in Wrangler jeans and a crisp, white button up shirt. He wore cowboy boots as well.

She greeted him at the door in conservative casual clothes. She told him that they were skipping dinner and going straight to dessert.

She led him to her bedroom. He took no notice of how she had decorated the room. He had no clue what colour the walls were. He was fixated on exploring different 'walls'.

He didn't know what was hanging overhead, a light fixture or a ceiling fan. He was busy imagining something else overhead, Arianna's huge breasts, like low hanging fruit that towered above him.

Did she have carpeting on the floor? Who cares. He just wanted to know if Arianna had 'carpeting' or was bare.

They locked eyes and then lips.

At that moment emotion welled up inside Arianna. She hadn't been kissed like this in a long time. Even her boyfriend of many years, the one who had left her unceremoniously a year earlier, had never kissed her like this.

It gave her an oddly satisfying feeling that she was being kissed by both a good friend and passionate lover.

She felt ready to do the horizontal bop with Bryant. She gave him enough of a slight push that he landed on the edge of her bed. This indicated she was ready, but he had other immediate plans.

"I would like you to do a slow strip tease for me," he said to her, "and I want to pick out the clothes and undergarments that you'll be putting on and then taking off."

She felt like this was a bit of a buzz kill in the moment but she identified the look in Bryant's eyes as that of a man who knew what he wanted and needed... and that it would probably be good for her too.

She took him by the hand and led him to her closet. He picked out a white blouse and a tapered navy skirt.

"Now, where are your under goodies?" he inquired.

Arianna led him to her large dresser.

"Where is your lingerie?"

She opened two side-by-side drawers. For a woman who loved sex as much as Arianna, the pickings were quite sparse. She only had a few bras and panties.

Bryant's eyes lit up when he saw a pair of lacy panties, pinkish/fuchsia in colour with what appeared to be a flower motif. They looked a bit small for her, which fit the bill for him. He wanted to see those cheeks overflowing.

Next he was deciding between the matching camisole and teddy. He chose the teddy.

Bras always really turned him on but since he picked a teddy he bypassed one of Arianna's 42DDD hooter holsters... this time.

"Please tell me you have nylons specifically black sheer ones with that lacy cuff at the top of the thighs."

The nylons would put the ensemble over the top for Bryant. It was a visual that always got him hard as a rock. Any woman of any age, stature or colour could be wearing black sheer nylons with the lace cuff and his tool would drool.

Arianna looked at him and frowned, which in turn made Bryant frown. Then she started to smile. She opened another drawer revealing several sets of stockings. On top was a pair of black sheer nylons with the lacy cuff.

Bryant let out a loud "Yes!" and grabbed them.

"Please put all of these items on. I'll leave the room. Let me know when you are ready."

He walked out and closed the bedroom door.

Immediately he could hear clothes being removed and dropping to the floor. No carpeting.

"You can come in," Arianna said a few minutes later.

There she was, in her slightly tight fitting white blouse and tapered navy skirt, hands on those wonderful wide hips and her head slightly askew. She had added a pair of glasses to the ensemble. It gave her that studious, librarian look.

So fucking hot.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," she basically commanded Bryant.

"Yes ma'am," he replied. He started playing with himself through his clothes.

"Don't touch yourself. That's for me to do later."

He did as he was told.

Arianna began swaying slightly. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly locking her eyes on Bryant's, whose eyes were watching her chest.

The blouse came off and the teddy was now the star, well actually Arianna's massive tits rather were the stars.

Next she unzipped the skirt and wiggled out of it. She was now standing two feet from Bryant whose gaze was quickly switching between her breasts, and lace panty.

"Well, that's the show," Arianna said matter of factly.

Bryant had a sad puppy look on his face. All he could say was "What?"

Arianna smiled and said, "Just kidding. Here's the main feature."

She pulled off the camisole and her massive melons tumbled out. Bryant could only stare in disbelief. His jaw opened as in shock, but probably because he wanted those beauties in his mouth.

They were topped with huge areolas and thick, suckable nipples.

She held a big breast in each hand and licked each one.

It was almost too much for Bryant to handle.

"Holy shit they are big and beautiful. Just as I imagined," he blurted.

Then Arianna took both of her thumbs and inserted them on each side of her lace panties. She stood there for a moment. She didn't wait too long though as she didn't want her audience cumming on the spot.

She forced her thumbs down and the panties hit the floor.

He had wondered for a long time if Arianna had a forest or a landing strip but was pleasantly surprised to see she was clean-shaven.

He could make out that her long slit was glistening.

When the last bit of clothing hit the floor Bryant's eyes popped like a champagne cork. He was witnessing the rest of her magnificence.

He stood up and gave Arianna a three-legged standing ovation.

She noticed.

"Enough foreplay. Now it's time just for play," she said, her eyes focused on Bryant's bulging crotch. She fancied herself a snake charmer and was beyond ready to get a look at his trouser cobra.

She helped him disrobe, which took about 15 seconds.

She pushed him back flat on the bed. She went on top. They kissed deeply for a couple of minutes. Their tongues darted in and out and around each other's.

Their heads were swimming from the endorphins.

Foreplay wasn't going to last long because both sensed neither would be able to hold off.

Arianna whipped her long hair back and said, "Let's role play."

"OK," said a slightly puzzled but definitely turned on Bryant.

"My name is Heather and I'm a car dealership service rep whose own vehicle has 'suffered' numerous rear-end 'collisions'. Can you help me fix that?" said Arianna.

"My name is Tom. I'm no mechanic but I'm pretty handy and know my way around a body that needs some attention," said Bryant.

Arianna was going to get up on all fours and turn around exposing her big, beautiful backside but she quickly changed her mind.

"Actually, I think you need to park yourself in the garage."

She laid on her back and spread her magnificent meaty thighs. They parted and she guided Bryant's/Tom's upper head between them.

He knew what to do. He started with long licks the entire length of her swollen slit and then madly flicked his talented tongue in and out and about.

Arianna/Heather moaned softly. "That's it. Eat my sweet snatch. Momma loves that," she intoned.

Bryant/Tom was overcome by her musky yet enticing pussy scent. He lapped her luscious labia eliciting more moans. Then he sucked the hood of her clit. She bucked his face while holding his head down there.

"Fuck that is amazing. Do it more," she demanded.

He obliged.

"Now enter me. Slam your cock into my cunt. I need it and want it. I want to feel your hot sperm spewing inside me. Now!"

Bryant/Tom didn't need to be told twice. His manhood was more than ready. He took the mushroom head in his hands and guided it to Arianna/Heather's opening. He then slid it in slowly until it was in up to the hilt.

What an amazing feeling, he thought.

After 30 seconds of rhythmic and variable speed thrusting in and out of her slick vagina Bryant/Tom knew that he was on the verge. She sensed it and suddenly grabbed his ass cheeks and demanded "Cum in me hon, cum hard in me now. I want your babies."

Well, of course he lost it.

His head arched back. His eyes rolled indicating the oncoming, uncontrollable wave of sextasy. He unleashed a tsunami of seed that rocketed out of his cock flooding Arianna's/Heather's love canal.

She could feel the power of his ejaculation as though it was spreading throughout her body. This triggered her powerful climax.

"Oh fuck yes!" she half screamed and moaned.

She hadn't been screwed like this in a long time if ever. She didn't want it to end. It felt like a loving bang, the best of both types of sex all in one.

They panted for several seconds then rolled to the side and embraced for a while saying nothing.

"Momma likes you," Arianna said.

Bryant just smiled broadly.