Knocked Up: “Fuck and Lube Special”

by Jack Gibson

So there I was in the middle of this deadbeat town without the slightest idea what the hell was wrong with my damned car. Smoke was barreling from the hood and liquids of unknown origin were cascading beneath the vehicle in all directions. Of all days for my stud-mobile to go kablooey, of course, it would have to be today. The day I was on my way to be married.

In less than six hours, I was to be married to the beautiful and wealthy Ms. Diana Hornswift of Dallas. Not a bad catch, considering her old man was worth at least two million, but on the honest side of my matrimonial endeavor, Ms. Diana was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Heart-shaped ass with tits out to here, and without doubt the finest pair of dick-sucking lips a man could ask for.

Of course that was all shot to hell now that I was sitting on the side of Route 9 with my hood in the wind. Using my cellular phone, I quickly called my automotive service and was informed that a wrecker was headed my way…in about two hours. Joy.

The guy who drove the wrecker was nice enough, I suppose, considering his unstoppable body odor and six-day stubble. All that aside, the fellow did deliver me to the nearest promised land of auto-repair… a small dilapidated old gas station right near the edge of a town with a population of maybe six, counting one hound dog.

As I approached the station/garage, I could hear the sounds of heavy metal music blasting like an atom bomb form the speakers of some over-powered stereo. An old pickup sat on jacks inside with the hood up, and I noticed movement behind it.

“hello?” I called, wondering what kind of in-bred hillbilly would emerge from behind the truck.

“Be right with you,” a strangely feminine voice responded. And suddenly a very petite and attractive young lady stepped from behind the truck, wrench in hand, with grease spattered all over her.

“How can I help ya?” the female mechanic asked with a Texas drawl as she laid the wrench down and stepped towards my location.

“I…uh…I…” my words just would not come out. Her appearance just totally ripped the syllables from my lips. I tried not to stare, but considering what I was looking at, it was hard not to.

“That your car out there with the smoke coming out of it?” she asked, as she self-consciously tugged at her ill-fitting jumpsuit in order to conceal her very, and I do mean very, pregnant condition.

“Uh, yeah…yes it is,” I finally replied as she walked past me and out into the driveway. As she passed, I glimpsed a side view of her tremendously huge belly, hanging, as it did, through the front of her jumpsuit. She wore the suit open, obviously because it would never button around her massive abdominal girth.

“Look’s like you got yourself a busted ra diator,” she said as she lifted the hood on my ailing auto. As she lifted the hood and raised her arms above her head, her overly tight white T-shirt, which she wore under the jumpsuit, climbed up and dramatically exposed her pregnant stomach.

“scuse me,” she declared as she quickly tried to pull the tight shirt back down with one hand, still holding the hood up with the other. “aw damn,” she cursed as she discovered her one-handed attempt was not going according to plan.

“Uh, let me get that,” I said as I nimbly jumped to hold the hood. As I grabbed it, she instantly latched both hands to the shirt and jerked it down over her stomach. I smirked as I noted the way her protruding bellybutton stuck out like a big nipple through the shirt’s fabric.

“Yep, definitely the radiator,” she blurted, trying to draw my attention form her midsection. “I think I can fix it though.”

“How long?” I asked, remembering the fact that I was late for my wedding.

“Coupla hours,” she contended, and then asked,”You’re not in a rush are you?”

“I’m getting married in…five hours,”I answered, glancing at my watch.

“So who’s the lucky lady?”she asked, and I sensed her smile was more than just friendly.

“Uh, Diana Hornswift.”

“Ooooh, she sounds rich,” the mechanic snickered as she turned to head back to her garage.

I decided to follow her, and as I reached the building again, I noticed the sign above the place read,”Mick’s Garage.”

“So, are you Mick?” I asked, trying to make a little small talk as I watched her fetching various tools and wrenches.

“Actually my Daddy was Mick…I’m Micki…with an ‘i’…nice to meet you,”she replied rather crisply.

“My name’s Ralph…with an ‘R’…”I said with a bit of mirth.

“Real funny, Ralph,” she grumbled, but I noted a smile on her face as she did so. “Hope you don’t mind a woman working on your car?”

“Not at all…long as I can watch,”I retorted with a raised eyebrow and as much sexual insinuation as I could muster.

Micki turned quickly to face me, and smiled widely with a giant blush beaming across her face.

“In five hours, that’s all you’re gonna be able to do…”she snickered and poked me with a socket wrench as she stepped past me, heading for my car once more.

“Don’t kill me just yet, I still got my five hours of manhood left,” I retorted as I scanned the shapely curves of her waddling little ass as she crossed the drive in front of me.

When she reached my car, she stopped to grapple with her high-riding T-shirt once more. “You know that doesn’t embarrass me,”I asserted, as I caught up with her at the edge of my fender.

Looking at me questioningly, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “What, my belly?”

“Yeah…it doesn’t bother me to see it…in fact, I’d rather look at your belly hanging out than some fat mechanic’s ass hanging out his pants.”I leaned up on the fender and stuck my best macho pose.”And besides, you’re a whole lot better looking than any mechanic I’ve ever seen.”

“Careful there, city boy…the last fella came through here talking like that…is what got me in this…ahem…condition to start with,”she said as she released the tail of her shirt, leaving it still positioned high enough to show the bottom of her balloonish belly and distended belly button.

“I got five hours, you know…can’t blame me for trying,”I whimpered, giving her my best puppy eyes.

“Promises, promises,”she mocked, grinning vehemently as she loosened the retaining ring on my radiator hose.

“I’m not just flirting,”I declared, moving up beside her as she bent over my car. “I’ve never been with a pregnant woman…and I’d like to find out whether I’m missing anything before I get attached to the old ball and chain.”

Micki turned and looked at me very seriously, a strange lustful look in her eyes.

“Let me fix your car…and then shower,”she began, but I nudged her with my crotch, bumping my erection into her thigh, silencing her protest. “Ooh,”she whispered as she felt the size of it.

“The car can wait…and the greasy coveralls are kinda cute,”I commented as I pulled myself up behind her and ran my hands around her waist and onto her swollen and gelatinous tummy. While caressing her pregnant flesh, I slowly rolled the tail of her shirt the rest of the way up until the entire colossal roundness of her belly was exposed.

Gently, she lay her head back against me and moaned. “Take me…please,”she begged in a quiet whisper as she played her hands down along my sides.

I turned slightly and made a motion with the full intent of going into the garage to do the dirty, but she held me tight against her and said,”No…do it here, out front.”

About that time, a car passed, but paid no attention to our misbehavior.

“Everybody in this fucking hole of a town has been looking down their noses at me ever since I got knocked up…I want them to see that I still got it…and besides, it turns me on like you can’t believe to be watch while fucking,”she explained as she peeled out of her jumpsuit sleeves and began rolling it down.

Within seconds, she was standing in front of me in nothing but her rolled up T-shirt and tennis shoes. I smirked as realized that she hadn’t been wearing any panties under the suit.

She climbed backwards up onto the front grill of my car just to one side of the hood ornament, and propping her feet up on the bumper, spread her legs wide for me. “C’mon stud boy…you’re not afraid some buncha hillbillies is gonna see your pecker, are ya?”

As I watched she ran ran her arms around her gargantuan pregnant belly and used her fingers to spread her twat lips wide as hell. Softly and delicately, she ran one finger along the inside to lubricate herself.

“Hillbillies…what hillbillies,”I chuckled s I unbuckled my trousers and let them drop to my ankles. As fast as I could, I plucked my elongated cock out and charged toward my grille and the deep wet hole that sat atop it.

As I reached her, Micki grabbed ahold of my dick and pushed me back a little with an astonished look on her face. “Good gravy, boy…you got a mean shaft there…what is that…seven, eight inches?”

“Eight now, about that earlier invite,”I said, hoping she’d let go and let me get on with my business at hand.

“I got to suck that booger,”Micki exclaimed as she hopped off of the car edge and drop to her knees in the dirt of the driveway. “Oh, yeah…”she muttered between slobbering slurps on my dick head. “Oh it’s huge…fucking huge,”she continued as her saliva-coated lips began to slide up and down. For several moments she attempted to deep throat it, but eventually she gave up and dropped her mouth down to my nut sac where she nibbled and licked, and then quietly slipped my entire nut sac inside.

“I got an idea,”she blurted as she spat my cum sac out and rose up from the sand below. Fumbling in her tool assortment displayed across my still smoking engine, she latched onto a rubber o-ring and turned back around with it. “You ever see one of them fancy rings you can get that make you dick stay hard?”

“That thing won’t fit around my cock,”I snickered, thinking she was kidding about the whole idea.

“I will if I put this on it,”she grinned, hefting up a jar of petroleum jelly from her tool assortment and popping the lid off. Without waiting for my consent, she lopped a glob of it onto my cock and began massaging it in.

I was about to blow my load from her hand job, when she decided to shove that damn o-ring over my swollen dick head. It was more elastic than I thought, and rolled back over my greased-up hog pretty easily. As I watched, my already red and swollen meat grew even larger and turned a more deep purple sort of color as the blood flow became inhibited by the o-ring.

“Oh yeah, now that’s a fucking cock there,”Micki murmured as she excitedly ran her hand up and down its greased surface, taking her time to feel all the bumps and now bulbous veins. “Stick that big fucker in me…”she blurted rather excitedly, pulling my hips towards her with both hands.

Fumbling, she pulled the hood down on my car behind her and then climbed on top. With her fingers, she spread her pussy once more and then guided my engorged manhood within her.

Amazingly, I was able to bury the whole length of my shaft inside her, and she made not a peep the whole time I was sliding inward. As I decided to exit, though, she let out a long moan and twitched her vaginal muscles internally.

“Oh yeah, here comes somebody,”she muttered as I realized a vehicle was approaching from the direction behind me on the highway. “Start fucking me…hard,”she demanded, bucking her hips once.

“Only if you take the shirt off after they pass,”I asserted.

“Fuck that, I’ll take it off now..show ‘em some fucking milkers!”she exclaimed as she pulled her shirt over her head in one graceful maneuver. And, without missing a beat, she arched her back and began working her bra clasp loose.

Apparently, she hadn’t bought a new bra since getting pregnant, and was still wearing her pre-pregnant cup size. And it was too small. It had done a fabulous job of concealing her true breast size beneath her T-shirt, but now, out in the open, I saw that cheeky breasts were pressing at its seams in all directions.

Just before the approaching car reached us, she whipped the brassiere off and flung it onto the ground. As she collapsed the arch in her back and flopped down on the car, her whole body quivered…bloated belly jiggling and her now bare tits jostling as the car whizzed past.

The occupants seemed undazed and didn’t even slow down.

“Shit!”she blurted.

“Wait, I hear another car coming,”I shushed her. “Let’s fuck hard and fast.” And with that, I began to buck like a raging bronco.

“Oh, yeah…yeah…baby…c’mon Ralph, show ‘em what a real man can do,”she coached as I rammed my greased up shaft in and out of her wet pussyhole. Soon, we were making suction and slurping noises from all of the lubrication, and as the second car passed us, I realized she was starting to respond to my humping actions, and appeared unconcerned at the passerby’s lack of reaction.

“Oh shit…that’s soo-goood,”she crooned in a Texas drawl as her mountainous belly swayed and jostled, quivering like a giant bag of jello under the constant impact of my dick driving inside her.

“Damn your belly is fucking huge,”I declared between flesh slaps.

“I’m having triplets,”she replied, and then wrapped her arms around her beachball gut, tugging upward on it and shaking it violently. “Just like a big ole titty ain’t it…why don’t you suck on it…right here,”she said, rubbing the fleshy knob that was her distended bellybutton.

Without any further beckoning, I leaned forward and began to lick and suckle on her bellybutton. Simultaneously, I tugged her thighs and held them for leverage as I increased my humping speed. By now, she was muttering “Ohs” and moaning “Yeses” like there was no tomorrow.

That was about time I heard the eighteen-wheeler. Its unmistakable diesel roar was heading in our direction at high speed. Apparently Micki heard it the same time I did, because her eyes lit up and she stopped moving at the same instant.

“Quick, get on the hood…I want on top!”she whooped as she pushed me back out of her.

Without argument, I obliged and climbed atop my car hood, allowing her to crawl atop me. Man, she was fucking huge. Her belly seemed three times larger as it loomed and swayed over me. Without preamble, though, Micki pushed me down and grabbed my cock with both hands.

“Hold on, cause mama’s going down hard,”she giggled as she flopped down atop me and jammed my meat deep within her. The initial impact made the whole front end of my car bounce. “OH FUCK ME YES…MAN OH MAN!”she nearly screamed as her pelvis met mine.

The whopping motion she had made was still causing her tits to jiggle when I saw the big truck enter visual range. “Here he comes,”I informed her.

“Bounce me,”she prompted as she began moving up and down, in effect, making the whole car jump up and down. “Bounce and fuck, bounce and fuck,”she giggled as the truck loomed closer.

Bounce and fuck was right. Her bounding movements were making more than the car bounce. In fact, her whole body was flailing. Her inflated pregnant belly was flopping up and down, meeting her tits in mid-air collisions. It was almost humorous, but for some reason, it just turned me on like I couldn’t explain.

I could feel the slick and sticky goo below us where my greasy dick was pressing her pussy lips apart with each bouncing slam. I could see her bloated and enormous motherload ricocheting and recoiling against her wobbling titties. I could see the light brown line and spidery blue veins that traced across the overstretched skin that comprised her humongous pregnant belly. I could feel the gush of female fluid over my nuts as she came and reached orgasm. I could see the trucker’s face when he passed and saw us…humping on the top of my car. I saw him smile and shake his head as he honked his horn.

“I’m cumming,”I blurted suddenly, not realizing what I was saying.

Micki had nearly stopped moving atop my shaft, and looked sleepily at me when I spoke. But within mere milli-seconds, her eyes lit up and she nearly leapt off of me, backing up and allowing my penis to slide out of her.

“Jack off on me…on my belly and tits…hurry…there’s another truck coming.”she begged.

“Truck coming?…I’m the one that’s cumming,”I snickered as I made several passes on my shaft and launced a gigantic load of sloppy syrup across her round and rotund baby belly.

“Oh fucking shit…you’re fucking loaded,”she murmered. “Blow it on me…bathe me in it…shoot more, more…more!”

I blasted a second load, and stroke my cock several more jerks until a third and fourth blast emerged, and still she called.

“More cum…shoot some more, yes cover me in it,”she moaned as she smeared the goo all over her big balloon belly.

The blasts of cum were becoming nearly a physical demand now, but still I stroked and still I blew, until one volley caught her dead in the mouth and without a thought, she licked it up.

“C’mon…you know you got some more…give it to me!”she nearly demanded, grabbing my nuts with one hand and pulling on them while she rbbed the goo with the other.

By now, I was thinking that I was blowing more spunk than my nuts could possibly hold, but yet again, my gonads churned and a last ick of cum shot out of my dick and onto her belly.

“Aww, you’re outta juice…guess I’ll hav’ta use my own,”she whimpered as she grabbed both of her tits and began squeezing them roughly until pre-milk dribbled and sprayed from her nipples. She worked them until another car passed and then she collapsed on top of me.

With her cum-covered pregnant belly between my legs, and her wet titties dribbling atop my abs, I nodded off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was dressed in my tuxedo and sitting in my car twenty miles outside of dallas. How I got there, I don’t know. Maybe I was still drunk from my bachelor party and just dreamed the whole event…I don’t know. Every so often, I try to find that little town with the dilapidated old garage, but I haven’t found it to date.

Did I get married? You bet. I ain’t stupid..two million reasons to marry her if you know what I mean. But I still wonder whether the knocked up, fuck and lube was real or not..whether that monstrously pregnant Micki was real or not. Anyway…I guess it doesn’t matter. But for some reason…everytime I go into a parts store…and see one of those little o-ring thinghies…I get the biggest hard-on you ever saw.

This story was published in the Jugg magazine back in 1998 if I'm not mistaken. It is not mine. The author is Jack Gibson.tags: pregnant sex, pregnant with multiples