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Newsbreak: Jared Jones, the famous race car driver, was killed today during the
last lap of the Winchester 500 race, an event he was leading and had won a
record seven times in his storied career. He couldn’t escape an accident that
happened right in front of him involving cars he had previously lapped. He is
survived by three children from his first marriage to actress Sheila Carver
(James, 22, Lisa 21 and Jerry 20); two children from his second marriage to
singer Renee Black (Jack, 21, and Laura, 18); and four from his current wife,
former model Melissa Calfee (Susan, 18, Jared Jr. 14, Kathy, 12, Nancy 8 and
Robert, 2). The memorial service will be private, followed by a public ceremony
prior to Sunday’s race. In lieu of flowers, the family is requesting for
donations to be sent to the Little Angels Home for Unwed Mothers in Winchester,
North Carolina.

Jared Jones was good, he was tough and he was intimidating. He was handsome,
with dark hair, pale skin and a thick mustache, lots of body hair and way too
much testosterone. As a teen, he wasn’t much for school, he cut classes (except
auto shop) to run every kind of race he could find, from bikes to carts to
motocross to family sedans out on the old quarry grounds. When he was old
enough he dropped out of school and got into a team that was working the county
fair circuit, racing old cars around dirt tracks. When the regular driver broke
a wrist after a drunken fall down some stairs, Jared took his place, won that
first race and in fact never lost a race on the county fair circuit. This got
him noticed by the big boys. He got a chance to move up and took it, gleefully
dumping his old team and the owner’s pregnant daughter. He never looked back.

Now comfortably into his mid forties, Jared had broken every record there was.
He was the king of stock car racing. He endorsed products from motor oil to a
clothing line with his name on it, and he had even done a movie. Everybody said
he had movie star looks and motor oil for blood, but little was said about the
twenty or so known bastards he had strewn across the land. And that was only
the official count based on paternity suits. He knew how to melt a little
girl’s heart and how to spread her legs. And he seemed to have a second sense
about when a girl was ovulating. It was like he could smell when a woman was
ready, and whether she was single or married, he seemed to find a way to get
where he wanted to be and wham, nine months later here came another one. His
frustrated team of lawyers and accountants finally had to teach him some tricks
to avoid lawsuits. The simplest was to stick with married women who wouldn’t
want the public scandal and who had husbands to
raise the kids. With nine official kids, twenty paternity suits and about
thirty more he was pretty sure about and who knows how many he wasn’t, he was a
walking population time bomb.

He was still one of the best on the track, so the endorsements kept coming, but
quietly word had gotten out about his uncanny fertilization skills and women
started avoiding him. And to make matters worse, he had finished no higher than
third for eight races in a row, and since his wife was about eight months
pregnant and his girlfriend was ready to pop herself, he hadn’t had a woman in
weeks.

There was a new crew chief that brought in some rookies to be part of his pit
crew. At a get-acquainted dinner, he saw the wife of one of these new kids from
across the room. Sitting next to her husband, she was a cute, pert brunette,
with a certain glow about her that to him was like a big neon sign. He made a
point of introducing himself to them, smiled his sly smile at Lucy and loomed
over the impressionable young couple. Bob, her young husband, was short, blond
and solid, with a bushy blonde mustache and an innocent smile. Bob was in awe
of his new boss, and thanked Jared for coming to talk to them. Jared winked at
them and returned to the head table, but was disappointed when Lucy and Bob left
early.

Later that evening, Jared was trying to sleep, when he could hear the
unmistakable sounds of love making coming from the room next door. It was like
a parody of some bad comedy skit:

Oh, Lucy! Oh, Bob! Oh, Lucy! Oh, Bob!

Jared could hear their every noise quite clearly after he turned off the TV.

“Honey, make sure the condom’s okay, okay?
“Look honey, it’s fine.”

“Oh, Lucy! Oh, Bob! Oh, Lucy! Here I come. Me too, but pull out right away.
Safe…Safe…Oh…”

The gasping and panting really got Jared going, and he slipped out of his
t-shirt and tented boxers, threw on a hotel robe, and walked out to the hall and
knocked loudly.

“Who’s there?”
“It’s Jared.”
“Oh, just a sec.”
“It’s okay, open up.”

“Hello, Mr. Jones, were we disturbing you? I didn’t realize you were next
door,” said Bob as he clutched a towel around his middle, just as a well-filled
condom plopped onto his left foot, spilling its contents that ran down into his
toes.

“As a matter of fact, I think you have ruined my night’s sleep and any chances
we had of winning tomorrow.”

“Oh gee, I’m so sorry. We’re just married, you see and… Gee, I’m so sorry.”

“But there’s something you could do about it. I need to spend about fifteen
minutes with your wife and I’ll be fine.”

Saying this, he smoothly slipped passed the pliant and confused Bob, and walked
back to the bed where Lucy still lay, covered only by a rumpled sheet that she
grasped to her neck.

“So Lucy, you want to have a shot at Jared Jones? Now that Bob here has gotten
you all warmed up, how about a real man?”

With that he dropped the robe, revealing his strong, muscular body, dark hairy
chest and belly, thick driver’s arms, six feet of real man with about nine thick
uncut inches bulging out in front, twitching in rising anticipation, the head
peeking out from under the retreating foreskin. Seeing the acquiescence in her
eyes, Jared took the sheet and pulled it off of Lucy, revealing her perfect
little body and her hand already fondling herself. She nodded a shy little
agreement.

Bob had tried to follow Jared, but he had to stop to pick up the now empty
condom and was hopping on one foot as he tried to mop up the cum on his toes.
Bob finally reached the door to the bedroom of their mini-suite just as Jared
climbed onto the bed. Jared quickly spread Lucy’s legs and taking full
advantage of her already lubricated state, entered her all the way in one
eye-popping thrust.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Man, Bob, she feels good.”

He then lay on her, not moving, just flexing his member that was deep inside of
her by tensing his buttocks, then all of his muscles, slowly starting to shag
her, staring into her wide brown eyes.

Bob stood at the door, and simply stared slack-jawed while Lucy ran her hands
over the hairy chest, the strong back muscles, the firm buttocks and rippling
arm muscles that flexed as this mature man, a legend in the South, pumped
himself into her. She looked down between them to see his flat hairy belly
press into her, then rise up to reveal a bit of shaft reaching from him into
her. Then it would disappear again and she would moan contentedly.

Bob’s recently spent six-inch member had inexplicably raised to full staff again
as he saw his idol start to plow his bride. He had never seen another man fuck
a woman, and Jared was a sight to behold – a fully aroused mature professional
athlete with a star-struck young woman writhing below him. With his hand now
holding his own manhood, Bob moved behind so he could see Jared’s monster move
in and out of what he had expected to be his own private territory. When Jared
moved up and put Lucy’s legs on his shoulders, Bob could see everything: Jared’s
big hairy balls bouncing on Lucy’s butt, Lucy, in a series of spasms, pumping
out juices that Jared’s huge member churned into mayonnaise as it moved in and
out in a relentlessly increasing pace.

Jared was good, real good, but as horny as he was, and as much as he had pent
up, he was going to cum real fast and announced it happily to the couple.

“Baby, are you ready? Well, ready or not, here I come. And I’ve got a big load
for you baby. It’s been weeks. Oh god, it’s gonna be quarts. I’m gonna come
in you baby!”

Jared’s grunts made Bob realize that Lucy had warned him that this was her
fertile time which was why she had made him use a condom only moments ago. They
hadn’t planned to have kids for several years and had been extremely careful.

“Mr. Jones, wait, wait, you need a condom. Mr. Jones, Lucy isn’t protected,
Jared, come on, pull out! Jared, it’s her time. If you shoot in her, you’ll
knock her up. Please, Mr. Jones, my wife!”

Jared did not let up. He just looked back, half-lidded, ran his tongue around
his lips, and winked at Bob. Not knowing what to do, Bob tried to grab Jared’s
dick and balls to pull him out, but his dick was so deep and so slippery with
Lucy’s cum and his balls were so tightly drawn up to his scrotum, it only made
Jared feel better.

That’s it boy, fondle the balls that are going to plant your first child in your
wife. Yeah, here it comes, baby, yeah.

Suddenly Bob could see Jared’s entire body tense up, see the strong buttocks
clench around his hand. Bob could feel the thick lumps move up from below
Jared’s balls up his dick and into his wife’s womb. There must have been at
least ten big shots and then five more little spasms as Bob tried to hold onto
the monster prick and drawn up balls embedded in his wife that he kept trying to
pull out to reverse effect. The more he tried the better it felt for Jared and
the harder he pumped in and the deeper and farther he squirted his seed into
Lucy’s womb, straight into her tubes. He could hear Lucy’s groans and grunts as
she came again and again like she never had before. Bob had come without
touching himself, and in the confusion could hardly tell the difference between
his own sperm streaming down his leg, Jared’s juices dripping down his arms and
the tears streaming down his cheeks.

Jared collapsed on top of Lucy, clenching his legs around her legs and Bob’s
hand, too. So Bob found himself naked, with a spent boner, with his
tear-streaked face resting on this muscular man’s thighs because he was stuck
with his hand in the middle of the wettest pair of crotches imaginable. It
seemed impossible that one of those dripping crotches belonged to his bride and
the other to his boss.

With the added stimulation of Bob’s hand and the total turn-on of the moment,
having just inseminated this cute little woman, Jared didn’t lose his hard-on.
He panted for a while, catching his breath, but continued to flex his buttocks
as he continued to drip sperm into the girl. After a couple of satisfied
minutes, he said:

“Okay, Bob, that was great. Keep pumping me and I’ll give her another go.”

Again trying to pull Jared out, he pulled on the big dripping dick, trying to
get it out of his wife’s precious pussy, but all that motion just got Jared and
Lucy humping again.

This time Jared had already cum, so he thought he could take his time, but Bob’s
manipulations sent Jared over the edge and he came again in a gusher, wrapping
his thighs around Bob’s arm as he blew his second load deep into the gasping,
panting, cumming little woman.

“Good boys and girls. Real good. That’s it, girl, hold your butt up so my
sperm stays deep inside you. Bob, that was amazing. I haven’t cum twice so
quickly in a dog’s age.”

For a while Jared just lay there, watching with satisfaction as this young
couple came to grips with what had just happened. Lucy lay in a stunned but
contented daze, a deeply sated smile on her lips.

“Don’t you worry, boy. Your wife’s gonna have a fine baby boy you can be proud
of. And I’ll make her more, later, too. Now you two go to sleep now and no
more noise, and I’m sure to win tomorrow.”

And he did. To the press, he thanked his crew, especially the young guys who
put in overtime to make the team a winner.

Lucy returned home after the race. A month later, when she missed her period,
she went to the doctor and called Bob to inform him of the results. She tried
to sound chipper, but she could hear Bob’s silence on the other end. But he
pulled it together, and told her he loved her and hung up.

Bob took a couple of bourbons from the mini bar and brooded for a while until he
got up the courage to confront Jared. He went over to his room and banged on
the door a little louder than he intended. Jared opened the door and let him
in. Bob slipped in and Jared closed the door .

“So, what’s up, my boy?”

“Lucy’s pregnant.”

“Well, that’s great. Congratulations.”

“What?”

“Congratulations, you’re going to be a dad.”

“It’s not mine.”

“Oh yes it is.”

“She’s carrying your baby.”

“She’s carrying my baby for you, kid.”

“Shit!”

Bob wanted to punch him, but could only clench his fist and lowered his head to
stop the tears. Jared moved up and took Bob in his arms, comforting the young
man, pressing Bob’s face to his hairy chest.

“You guys are going to have my baby, and I’m right proud of you. You helped me
knock her up, and I still remember how great your fingers felt on my balls while
I was shooting the baby into your little wife. Ooh, she was nice. You’re a
lucky man to have such a pretty little wife. And she’s lucky to have you, too.
You did such a great job getting her ready and man, her tight little cunt was
great to fuck, too.”

“Now you go to your room and call your wife and tell her how proud you are of
her. Come on, scoot.”

Lucy had a relatively easy pregnancy but she got huge and gave birth to twin
boys with Bob there helping her. Funny they didn’t look much like Bob, a
brunette mother and blond father producing two dark haired babies, but they were
legally his. And Jared began an eleven-race win streak. During the streak
Jared always made sure Bob’s room was next to his, just in case Lucy came to
visit, which she did a couple of times.

When the babies were six months old, Lucy came back to visit Bob, intent on
helping make sure Bob kept his job in good standing.

The second time, Lucy called Jared directly a couple of weeks before she came
out, to make sure he saved up for her. It was hard for him to fend off a cute
waitress he met, but he could just tell she wasn’t ovulating, so she wasn’t
worth the trouble. And he had to keep from beating off, too. That was hard.
But he was tough, and he had a job to do.

Jared was cool around the dinner table, not paying any special attention to Bob
and Lucy. Bob had become sullen when his wife had shown up unexpectedly, but he
kept up appearances, too.

Lucy’s job was to get ready for Jared, to have Bob get her nice and hot, to
double check that she was ovulating, which she was, and to make sure that Bob
used a condom if he entered her. She was very strict about it, even making him
pull out before he came.

Then she rang Jared’s room, and he was there in minutes, again in a pure white
robe, again aroused and determined. Bob let him in, eyes averted, and followed
Jared to his wife’s bed. She lay there, not quite as pristine as the first
time, a little chubbier, but every bit as enticing. Jared dropped the robe and
climbed on the bed.

Lucy had been anticipating this moment for months and months, and she came the
first time with Jared just kneeling on the bed. She came again when he entered
her, and again as she felt him push up against her now more relaxed cervix.
Jared took it as slowly as he could, being far too primed from the two-week
abstinence. So he would push in, stay still, flex, rotate his hips, then slowly
pull out, pausing with just the head inside of her. Then he would repeat, more
carefully each time. It was exquisite torture for both of them. Then Lucy
started to spasm with helpless orgasmic reflexes, so he just stopped inside of
her, conscious not to clench his buttocks.

But when Jared felt Bob’s hand on his balls, all bets were off. He started to
fuck Lucy harder, which made Bob’s hand sopping wet. Another couple of tugs
later, Jared started to groan, then growl, then grunt. As he made the final
push into Lucy to squirt, Bob’s fingers clenched around Jared’s dick, trying to
stop the sperm but instead heightening Jared’s pleasure as he was pumping his
seed into this fertile, sweet young thing. Jared wrapped his thick arms around
the girl, squeezing her plump and sensitive breasts into his hairy chest,
causing her to ooze milk. And he wrapped his legs around Bob’s arm, feeling the
defeated young man’s fuzzy cheeks on his hairy legs.

Now that was satisfaction, and that was one preggers young lady. Lucy was
required to lie on her back, her knees held up in the air to hold the precious
juices within her. Jared pulled Bob up to lie down next to Lucy and he rolled
on top of them, enveloping them with his hairy arms and legs. He fell asleep,
pinning them both beneath him, his bitch and his fall guy. He slept with his
head on Lucy’s soft chest, one arm on her belly and the other on Bob, and one
leg between each pair of theirs. His crotch rested mostly on Bob’s, dripping
his juices onto Bob’s leg.

Lucy and Jared slept soundly, but Bob stared for hours up at the ceiling,
contemplating Jared’s smell, his own fate, and the future. When Bob’s dick got
hard, he rubbed it up against the big man on top of him, and he came, spurting
his seed between the two men, missing his wife’s fertile eggs by no more than
two feet. But it might as well have been forty-seven miles.

The accident happened about a month after a second set of twins were born.
Everybody said the boys looked just like their brothers.

After losing their star, the crew was disbanded, and Bob was set adrift. So at
the age of 27 with four kids after only two years of marriage, he settled for a
job as a mechanic at a Chevy dealership back in Charlotte. Lucy made a show of
forcing him to have a vasectomy so they could survive financially and give the
boys a chance to go to college. All four boys were healthy and boisterous and
loud, pestering Bob endlessly but he was resigned to supporting them as best he
could, and so he did.