I Love Rock 'n' Roll

Bull carefully fed the last board he needed to cut into the blade of his table saw. Making sure his fingers were clear, he reached down to turn it off. As the blade spun to a stop, he could hear the radio he had playing. The overhead doors of the garage were open to provide light and ventilation.

A shadow moved across the back wall, and he turned to see what caused it. In the door, he saw Erika, his next door neighbor. She waved, and he returned the gesture. Her mouth moved, but he couldn't hear her over the radio. He beckoned her in while he reached to lower the volume.

"Is everything OK?" he asked, worried something might be wrong with her husband, or their two young kids.

"Oh, yes. Everything is fine," she replied.

"Good," he said, facing her again.

29 years old -- more than two decades his junior -- Erika stood 5'10", and had an athletic build she'd maintained since her days playing volleyball in college. She had B-cup breasts, and a fantastic ass she often displayed by wearing bike shorts or leggings. Her short brown hair was pulled back, and, as she approached him, he could see her brown eyes sparkling. She wore a white t-shirt, purple nylon running shorts, and sneakers.

"I was just out for a walk, and I heard you working in here," she told him.

"I'm doing some prep work for a few upcoming projects," he explained, grabbing a broom to sweep up the sawdust.

He made a few passes with the broom then turned to look at her. She'd taken a seat on the nose of his riding lawnmower; her long legs spread enough for him to see up her shorts; momentarily admiring her inner thigh, and the glimpse of black panties her position allowed. Afraid he might be staring, he averted his eyes, and turned to sweep another section of the floor.

"How are the kids," he managed to say without choking.

"They're good," she said. "I just need to get out of the house once in a while."

"I can imagine," he allowed, not turning around. "I've never had kids, but I'll bet it can get crazy with two little ones running around non-stop."

"Yeah," she vented. "And, having to make all the decisions. It just gets overwhelming, sometimes."

"Charlie doesn't help?" he questioned.

"He does a lot around the house, and with the kids," she answered. "It's just... I don't know."

Not knowing what to say, Bull continued sweeping.

"I guess, I'd just like someone else to be in control for a while, so I can relax and enjoy the moment," she sighed.

As her comment drifted away, "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts came on the radio. Erika almost squealed in delight, and Bull spun, thinking she'd fallen off the mower or something.

"I love this song," she exclaimed.

He tried to respond, but she interrupted him.

"This was playing the first time I got laid," she revealed. "Back in high school."

"Uh..." he began.

"Sorry," she muttered. "It just always brings back memories."

"Good or bad?" he pressed.

"Well... both," she admitted. "It was a fun night, but he only lasted about a minute."

"Can't blame him for that," Bull teased, studying her.

"What?" she wondered.

"With a woman as beautiful as you," he declared. "Who could blame him for cu... for finishing so fast?"

"Thanks," she chuckled.

They listened to the song for a minute. Bull noticed Erika's right hand sliding between her legs.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Me?" she returned. "What about me?"

"Did you... finish that night?" he pried.

"No; not that night," she admitted. "But, later, I learned how to relax and let it happen."

Her fingers traveled along the front of her shorts as Bull watched. Suddenly, she stopped, as she realized what she'd been doing.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, blushing. "I don't know what came over me."

She hopped to her feet, and his eyes were drawn to her breasts bouncing under her shirt. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric.

"I should leave," she said, taking a step toward the door.

"It's OK," Bull called out. "You don't have to go."

He took one step toward her, then retreated just as quickly. His heavy, 6'3" frame dwarfed hers, and -- as he always did -- he worried about intimidating people with his size -- unless he wanted to. Erika scampered out into the sunlight and disappeared.

The image of her touching herself remained burned in his mind. Finding it impossible to concentrate on anything else, he went in the house and took a shower. While there, he jerked off thinking about Erika. That night, in bed, Bull came a second time as he recalled the events of the day.

The next afternoon, Bull returned to the garage. He tried to work on one of the myriad projects he had underway, but found it difficult to focus on any particular task. In truth, he knew he was just waiting. It didn't take long before Erika appeared in the doorway. Today, she wore a t-shirt, pleather leggings, and her sneakers.

"Hi," she said, quietly.

"Hey," he replied.

"I..." she began, her eyes on the floor. "I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. That was wrong. And, I shouldn't have done..."

He waited.

"That," she added, finally.

Remaining silent, he glared at her.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, and began to leave.

"Are you?" he challenged.

She stopped, and turned to face him.

"What do you mean?" she countered.

"Are you really sorry?" he demanded. "Or, did you just come over here to tease me, again."

"No..." she blurted. "I swear. I didn't mean to..."

"Sit down," he ordered, pointing toward the lawn mower.

Not knowing what else to do, Erika complied; her eyes still scanning the floor.

"Finish what you started," he said.

"What?" she protested; not sure she'd heard him correctly.

He refused to repeat himself.

"Do you need some music to get in the mood?" he taunted.

Without taking his eyes off her, he backed up, and pushed play on the CD player. The voice of Joan Jett once more filled the garage. Erika's eyes went wide as she realized what Bull wanted. She shook her head.

"Do it," he commanded, leaning against his table saw.

"I ca..." she sputtered. "I can't do that."

"You are free to leave at any time," Bull noted, "but, I know you don't really want to."

Erika looked into his eyes. He held her gaze.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Put your hands between your legs, and make yourself cum," he told her.

For a few moments, she hesitated; then, slowly, did as Bull directed. He watched her drag her fingers up her inner thighs. Reaching her crotch, she adjusted her position; then began rubbing her clit through her pants. Her mouth fell open, and she licked her lips.

"Tell me about the first time a guy made you cum," Bull prompted.

She smiled and he reached out to turn down the music.

"My Senior year of college," she began. "I had an internship at a financial firm. The owner -- he was about 50 -- took me out to dinner one night toward the end of the term; we ended up back at his house."

"What happened?" Bull pressed, focusing on her fingers.

"He gave me a tour of the first floor. He didn't even try to get me upstairs to the bedroom," she continued. "We sat on the couch and talked about work and school -- I'd had a couple glasses of wine with dinner, so I was feeling kind of relaxed. There was just something about him -- his self-confidence. He wasn't pushy or anything. Eventually, he asked me to kiss him. And, I did."

"Just like that," Bull said.

"Yes," Erika conceded. "I slid across the couch, got up on my knees, leaned in, and kissed him."

"So, an older guy asked you to do something, and you did it," Bull scoffed.

Erika laughed a little as she considered her current situation.

"Yeah," she granted. "I never thought about it before, but I might have a desire to please a father figure."

"There are worse kinks to have," Bull offered.

"Is that what we're calling this?" she mused.

"This?" he questioned.

"Me, standing here; rubbing my clit for you," she clarified.

"You're a good girl," he deadpanned.

"Fuck you," she giggled.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Do you want me to call you Daddy?" she joked.

"Maybe," he replied. "We'll see how things go."

Her breathing quickened.

"Keep going," Bull insisted.

"I will..." she said, pointing to the front of his sweatpants, "if you show me what's making that bulge."

Pushing down his pants and boxer-briefs, Bull freed his cock.

"Now we know why they call you Bull," she cooed.

While he didn't consider himself huge, he was well above average in length and girth.

"Did you jerk off last night?" she inquired.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Thinking about me, in here, yesterday; touching myself?" she coaxed.

"No," he remarked. "I thought about bending you over that lawn mower, and fucking you from behind."

She let out a moan.

"Did you cum hard?" she goaded.

"I did," he revealed.

"I wish I could have seen that," she told him.

"So do I," he acknowledged.

"Jerk off for me now," she urged.

"If you push down your pants," he proposed, reaching down to wrap his right hand around his cock.

Erika stood up. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her pants; then spun slowly to face away from him. Turning her head, she glanced back over her shoulder. Bull was admiring her ass. Wiggling her hips, she lowered the pleather to her thighs, exposing her cheeks.

"Is that what you thought about last night?" she prodded, bending slightly.

"Yes," he said, his eyes devouring her flesh.

Spinning again, Erika was about to sit, when she realized she'd be unable to spread her legs. Looking toward the door, she considered the situation for a few moments. Then, she toed off her shoes, pushed her pants to her ankles, and slipped them off.

"If anyone comes in, I'm dead," she groused.

"Nobody comes in here but me," Bull assured her.

Resuming her place on the lawn mower, Erika spread her legs wide. His eyes lingered on her thin strip of trimmed pubic hair. Her fingers returned to her clit.

"You can come closer, Bull," she mewled. "If you want to."

He stepped over to her, and stood between her legs. She inspected his cock as he continued stroking it.

"Very nice," she sighed.

"Do you want to touch it?" he offered.

Erika's response was to reach out and close her right hand around the shaft of his cock. She squeezed and began stroking him. His eyes closed and he groaned.

"If you're going to cum, let me know," she said.

"Not yet," Bull advised her. "But, keep going."

"OK," she agreed, as she sped up her efforts.

"May I touch you?" he asked.

"I'd like that," she whispered.

Grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt, he lifted it. Releasing his cock, she raised her arms, allowing him to remove it completely. Erika was now naked, except for the tiny socks she'd worn under her sneakers. Dropping the shirt, Bull groped her breasts, then let his fingers trip over her nipples.

"I like your tits," he volunteered.

"I've always wanted bigger," she complained, frowning. "Even when I was pregnant, they didn't grow very much."

"They're perfect for you," he told her.

"Thank you," she said, smiling.

"May I suck on them?" he requested.

She nodded, and he put his arms around her and pulled her to her feet. Placing his right hand on her ass, his left on her back, he lifted her onto her tip-toes. Tilting his head, he took her left nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, my God," she gasped, as he sucked hard; flicking it with his tongue.

Teetering off balance, she clung to him, her arms around his head as he continued licking her. She could feel his erection pressed against her stomach.

"Careful," she rasped. "Don't leave any marks."

Bull set her down and stood up straight. He surveyed the garage for a moment, then grabbed a padded moving blanket from a shelf. Quickly, he unfolded it and spread it over the hood of the lawn mower. He slid his hands around Erika's hips, cupped her ass, and lifted her.

"Whoa," she exclaimed, trying to lock her arms and legs around him.

Taking two awkward steps, he bent over, and lay Erika on the blanket.

"What are you gonna do, Bull?" she asked.

Without answering, he pushed her legs apart, and knelt. Turning his head, he kissed her inner thigh. He teased her; licking and gently biting. Then, he drifted toward her sex.

She clutched at his short hair and pulled him into her. Erika quivered as he traced her wet lips with his tongue, then sucked on her clit. Her right hand left his head, and clamped over her mouth as she tried to stifle a cry.

"Mmmm," he hummed, sending vibrations through her body.

Slipping his hands under her legs and up over her hips, he held her as she began writhing. In turn, she wrapped her legs around his head.

"Don't stop," she whined, her hand still covering her mouth. "Please!"

Twisting his right hand, Bull began rubbing her clit. His mouth moved south and he began fucking her with his tongue -- thrusting it into her. Bull could feel the tension building in her body. She squirmed, and he struggled to hold her steady.

"I need to cum," Erika murmured. "Please, make me cum!"

Increasing the speed and intensity of his efforts, Bull drove her toward delirium. Only moments later, she got what she desired as a wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Erika's body jerked violently as she came.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she begged, clawing at his head.

He had no intention to do so. His mouth returned to her clit. Sucking it, he flicked it with his tongue. Bringing his right hand back around her leg, he nudged the tips of his first two fingers inside her. They proceeded slowly, but steadily, deeper, lubricated by her juices.

Turning his hand over, he fought to make the "come here" signal with his fingers; massaging her G-spot as she moaned.

"Jesus Christ," she hissed, still attempting to remain quiet.

Again, he hummed. The combined effects of his actions bringing on another orgasm before the first had faded away. He continued to lick, suck, and finger Erika until her second climax blended into a third. Finally, taking pity on her, he stopped, allowing her to catch her breath.

His knees creaking, Bull got to his feet. His erection stood out in front of him. Grabbing it, he guided it to her pussy. Using the tip, he traced up and down her lips, and back and forth across her clit. Her body twitched from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.

"You wouldn't happen to have a condom here in the garage, would you?" she wondered, wearily.

"Of course," Bull chuckled. "I hide them over there, behind the crescent wrenches."

"I didn't think so," she said, her bottom lip curling out in a mock pout.

"Yeah, I haven't had much use for them the last couple years," he lamented.

Erika held out her hand.

"Help me up, Daddy," she cooed.

Bull pulled her to her feet, and spun her around, intending to smack her ass for teasing him. At the last moment, he realized this would leave a mark, and instead caressed her cheeks.

"It's not nice to tease," he growled in her ear.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered.

His hand came back, and this time, he wasn't going to stop, but Erika slipped away from him. Turning, she pulled the blanket off the lawn mower, and let it fall to the floor.

"Sit there," she urged, pointing to the nose of the mower, "and, I'll be a good girl."

Burt sat on the hood, and she stepped in front of him. Keeping her eyes on his, Erika sank downward to kneel on the blanket. Her gaze shifted to his cock. She wrapped both hands around his shaft, and began stroking it -- long, easy strokes, going from the head to his balls.

"Let me know when you're close, Bull," she instructed.

Before he could answer, she took the tip of his penis between her lips. He gasped as she let her tongue dance over it -- tasting herself on him. Gradually, she took more of him into her warm mouth, and let her saliva run down his shaft, spreading it with her hands.

Millimeter by millimeter, she took him deeper. Bull watched, transfixed, as her lips stretched around the head, and then slid down his shaft, farther and farther. He couldn't help but groan as she devoured him. By the time the head of his cock filled the back of her throat, his legs were trembling.

"Fuuuuck, Erika," he grumbled.

She retreated.

"Don't hold back, Bull," she said, looking up at him. "I want you to cum for me."

As Erika resumed her oral attentions -- working up to deep throating him once more -- his hands drifted to her head. His fingers raked through her hair, briefly; then he made himself let go, not wanting to force her down on him. But, Erika reached out to take his hands, and guided them back to her head.

"Shit," he breathed.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she responded, her throat clutching at the head of his cock.

Bull felt the ache growing in his balls, and knew he couldn't last much longer. Erika moved her hands to his hips, trying to pull him deeper -- even as he held her in place.

"I'm gonna cum, Erika," he grunted. "I'm gonna cummmm..."

His hips convulsed as he fired a stream of cum straight down her throat. He fired again, and again. Erika remained with him as he shuddered; swallowing every drop of his seed. Struggling to remain on the mower, he released her head to steady himself. Erika pulled back, leisurely; still sucking as she went. Finally, she let the head slip from her mouth with an exaggerated "pop."

"That was good, Daddy," Erika purred.

Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue to show him she'd swallowed.

"It certainly was," he agreed.

"It's been a long time since I've taken someone that deep," she revealed.

She squeezed the shaft of his cock tightly. Working her hand upward, she coaxed one last drop of cum from him. Licking it away, she smiled. His body shivered as she released his shrinking penis.

"If you want more practice, I'm happy to help," he confirmed.

Grabbing his arms, she stood up, then slouched against him. Putting his left arm around her; he hugged her tightly.

"I might take you up on that," Erika whispered.

"Good girl," he said.

"Thank you, Daddy," she giggled.

"And, I'll get some condoms for next time," he assured her.

The corners of her mouth turned up in a grin.