1x1 Thread for Peter and Riley (from "Underneath")

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(This 1x1 thread begins the night of August 10, 2048, at this post, #20, in the main thread. It will likely take us several days to complete, but since the outcome is pretty certain, it won't matter that the writing of it will possibly days behind the timeline of the main thread. BTW, depending on your device, if you click the "this post" link, you will be taken to the page in a "View Single Post" format. I don't know about your device, but on my computer, if you click "Underneath..." in the upper right corner, you are taken to the thread itself, not just post #20. If you've been here a while, you already knew that.)


Peter looked up to the clock on the wall, then called to a couple who'd been nursing their beers in the corner while playing checkers, "Closing."

They looked to the clock, too, and one of them asked, "At ten?"

Peter shrugged and said, "Monday night. Closing is actually 9pm, but I had work to do so--"

They waved off his explanation as they stood to bring him their bottles for clean up. Peter rarely had people fuss too much about closing or last call or any of the other notices he gave them. It was so different here in the Underneath saloon than it was out in the real world. Or at least how it had been back before the Collapse. A lot of things changed when society fell apart.

It was ironic that many aspects of Underneath were like that old world in which Peter's parents had grown and of which he'd heard so many stories. Last call and closing time here in the saloon, obviously. Weekends and weekdays, too. Today was Monday, August 10th. Why did it need to be Monday? Couldn't it be Tuesday or Humpday or the weekend? Because there were still some things that went on here that were just like they had been out there in North Platte, in Nebraska, in the US, in the world. The children here, for example, only had school Monday to Friday. There was special entertainment and outings, though indoors obviously, that only occurred on Saturday and Sunday.

In many ways, Underneath was as regular as North Platte or any other city had been 50 years ago, 100 years ago. Peter wiped down the last table, cleaned the bar, checked the fridges and freezers for proper closure, and more. He set out the regular box of goodies, bottled water and juices, and some left over sandwiches for the night time Neathers who would be hungry and thirsty.

Then, smiling widely at his good luck, he headed down to the Gen Room where he'd heard Riley was dealing with a temperamental piece of equipment. There wasn't typically a night time mechanic. All of the equipment had originally been operated remotely from Monitoring in the evening and a mechanic was only in the Gen Room during the daytime, to check and top off fluids and do both routine maintenance and repairs. But Underneath was over 25 years old, and almost everything in that equipment room was original. It took a lot of love and care, and that, of course, was Riley's job.

"Hey," he said with a smile from the door after he was sure that the beauty had noticed him. She carried hammers and heavy wrenches and sharp screwdrivers often, and the last thing Peter wanted to do was startle her when she was having difficulty with one of the machines. He held up a small platter filled with a variety of food, as well as a bottle of her favorite non-alcoholic drink. As he moved toward her, he said, "I would have brought you a beer, but Alice would have fired me for that and I'd be back to sanitizing beakers in the Research Lab."

He waited until she cleaned her hard working hands, gave her what she wanted, then smiled as he confessed, "I did, however, set aside a couple of beers or four for us afterward. You know, in case you want to hang out a while. It is only quarter past ten."

"God damn generator." Riley muttered as she shifted beneath the machine. The wheels on her roll cart gave an angry squeal as she maneuvered herself into a better position. She made a mental note to grease the wheels when she was done, adding to the ever growing list of things that were slowly breaking down throughout Underneath. As one of the only mechanics in the bunker, Riley rarely had a moment of down time.

The party in the Saloon had barely gotten underway when Riley had been called out to see to an issue in Agriculture, after that she had been going non-stop. Her coveralls were covered in grease and dust and who knows what else. Her hands were so caked with grease that she felt they'd never be clean again.

Just as she had been trying to sneak away for a quick dinner, she'd gotten the call that the fucking generator had malfunctioned. Again.

"Worthless piece of shit." She muttered, her ears ringing with the ever present thrum of the other generators, as she screwed in the last bolt.

Rolling out from underneath the machine, Riley sat up, stretching her arms above her head and easing the tension in her muscles. Her back ached and her head throbbed. All she could think about was grabbing whatever bits of food Peter had put out in the Saloon and then crawling into bed to sleep for the next hundred years, or until breakfast, whichever came first.

As she gathered up her tools, Riley noticed someone standing in the doorway.

"Hey." Peter stood there, grinning at her. She could barely hear him over the generators, so she walked towards him, tool box in hand.

"Hey stranger, what brings you down to my neck of the woods?" She smirked as she stood in front of him. Setting her tool box down, Riley began wiping her hands with a clean rag, trying in vain to clean them. She noticed the plate of food in his hands and her smirk turned into a full grin.

"You are a fucking god!" She cried, resisting the urge to hug the bartender. Didn't want to get him all dirty after all.

"I would have brought you a beer, but Alice would have fired me for that and I'd be back to sanitizing beakers in the Research Lab. I did, however, set aside a couple of beers or four for us afterward. You know, in case you want to hang out a while. It is only quarter past ten."

His smile was charming and his offer tempting. Riley plucked a bit of food from the plate and popped it in her mouth.

"You know I'm always up for a drink." She said before popping another bit of food in. "But I am completely gross right now and, honestly, just want to strip and get in a hot shower." Her eyes gleamed as she leaned against the door frame. Her fingers toyed with the zipper on her coveralls. "I might need some help with those hard to reach places...if you think you're up for it."

"You are a fucking god!" Riley cried out in joy at the sight of the food Peter had brought her.

He couldn't help but widen his lips in joy at that description. He wished more women in his life had said that to him, particularly after driving them to the best orgasm of their life. Peter had had an okay sex life pre-Undeneath. If he'd gone out on the town seeking pussy, he usually found it. And while they say that any sex that involves ejaculation is good sex, Peter found that that wasn't always true. The result was that he didn't go on the prowl that often, and when he found a woman who truly satisfied him, he tried to stick with her for a while if that was in her game plan as well.

He'd had his share of lovers over the years, but Peter had never been a player. He had no desire to add notches to a head board, not that he had a head board of wood in which to nick off the pussies one by one. Most people presumed that the bartender got all the girls after a while. They'd come to sit opposite the hardwood to talk about their joys and sorrows, and he'd ply them with alcohol, and they'd flirt and then lure him to the back room where they'd fuck over a stack of cased beer and hard liquor.

That might have been true in the old days and it might even be true today out there beyond the bunker, but Peter wouldn't know. He'd only become a bartender here in Underneath, so what the hell would he know about pummeling pussies after closing on the pool table? Ironically, being a bartender had gotten him less pussy than he'd gotten pre-Underneath, when he'd been a nurse working with Alice at her North Platte hospital.

Another irony? Peter had partaken in his first gay sex because of being behind the bar, too. Oh, he wasn't gay, really, not that he saw there being anything wrong with that. He was as liberal as fuck when it came to sex and life in general. His attitude was that as long as you were consenting adults who weren't harming anyone physically or emotionally, no one should care what you do behind closed doors. Behind closed doors, was key to him. Peter didn't like PDAs, public displays of affection, whether they were between him and someone else or a couple sitting in his bar. He just didn't think it appropriate for such affection or out right erotic interaction to be taking place in public.

Which was the reason for his next comment when Riley said, "I might need some help with those hard to reach places...if you think you're up for it."

"I am a member of the service sector, m'lady, and if you need someone to help you get all that grease off of you," he said as he reached out to gently touch a spot of gunk on her cheek, then show it to her before he rubbed it off onto her rag. "I, um, I wouldn't want to harm your reputation as a good, wholesome, innocent girl by being seen in Women's Berthing or by having you be seen in Men's, of course. So, what would you say to me going up and coding into one of the rooms on Four?"

Peter knew it was bold simply stating that he was ready to arrange a private fuck and suck room for them. But they'd flirted with each other for months, and she had asked him to help her clean all of the hard to reach places, and Peter doubted that meant the backs of her toes.

"I am a member of the service sector, m'lady, and if you need someone to help you get all that grease off of you. I, um, I wouldn't want to harm your reputation as a good, wholesome, innocent girl by being seen in Women's Berthing or by having you be seen in Men's, of course. So, what would you say to me going up and coding into one of the rooms on Four?"

Riley felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine as Peter gently wiped a bit of grease off her cheek. Dear God, if she got that much of a thrill from someone simply touching her cheek...well that meant it had been far too long since Riley had gotten down and dirty with anyone other than herself.

"Look at you being all chivalrous," she teased, inching closer to Peter. A strand of dark hair had escaped the confines of her headscarf and she tucked it behind her ear.

"And here I thought all gentlemen were dead." She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Trailing her finger slowly down the line of his sternum, down over his abs, the finger hooked in the loop of Peter's jeans.

"I'll let you in on a secret, Peter," she leaned in close, her voice a husky whisper as her lips brushed against his earlobe. "I don't give a damn about my reputation. But if booking a room is what it takes to get your cock inside me...you go right ahead."

Riley closed in on Peter, and he wrapped an arm around her as she told him, "I don't give a damn about my reputation. But if booking a room is what it takes to get your cock inside me...you go right ahead."

Fu-u-u-ck, his brain murmured silently within it confines, delighted at the knowledge that tonight was without a doubt the night he would finally be inside this incredible woman. Why the hell had it taken them 6 months to finally be here like this. As she played a finger down his front, Peter's cock hardened fully to its 7 and a bit inches. He wasn't the biggest cock in town, he knew that. But his was thick with a big head that had never failed satisfying the women into which he put it. He actually preferred not having 8 or 9 or 10 inches of length. He'd known a few women in his life who could take his shaft fully into their throat, something he very much enjoyed, but he'd heard plenty of complaints from friends better endowed than him that they'd never or very rarely found a woman who fully swallow their monster cocks.

Peter lowered his head to find Riley's mouth with his as his first hand, then his second pulled her body, and in particular her groin in hard to his own. She would most definitely feel his erection against her lower belly, he knew. As the kiss intensified, Peter began walking her backwards, one step, two, three, until she came into contact with the gennie the been repairing. It was loud, naturally and because it was old and worn, and even through Riley's body Peter could feel it vibrating, mostly from that wear and tear of the past quarter century.

"I wanna do you here, Riley," he whispered to her hungrily as they mouths separated. He spun her around so that she was facing the machine. Her groin pressed against the warm, shivering metal, as did a bit of her belly. He'd always fantasized about fucking a woman, Riley or otherwise, over the top of a clothes dryer or other machine with its warmth and quivering, so the curved surface of the generator housing had a serious effect on his fantasy. He reached a hand around Riley's torso to grope a breast while the other hand turned and pulled back her face for another deeply erotic kiss. His cock was pressing between the cheeks of her firm ass as he told her, "I want you right here, right now, Riley."

Damn did that boy know how to kiss. Riley moaned as Peter's hands pulled her tight against him. Their bodies flush, she could feel him pressing into her. Riley opened her mouth, letting her tongue tease Peter's as she felt him moving them backwards. The vibration of the warm generator sent a thrill through her as she all but slammed into it.

The vibrations coursed through her and, coupled with the heat of Peter's kiss and his growing arousal pressing into her stomach, was sending her body into overdrive.


"I wanna do you here, Riley."

His voice was rough as he spun her around. Riley couldn't help the squeal that came from her lips as she felt the vibration against her breasts and between her legs. Oh god it felt good. She could feel the dampness growing between her thighs as Peter groped at her clothed breast and yanked her head back for another deep kiss. She could feel him hard between her ass cheeks.

"I want you right here, right now, Riley."

She rubbed against him, grinding hard. She reached up and unzipped her jumpsuit, pulling it down around her waist. She grabbed Peter's hand and guided it up under her tank top, letting him grab her naked breast. Her nipples were hard and she could feel the callouses of his hand against the tender flesh.

"I want you inside me," she moaned, biting his lower lip roughly. "I want you to fuck me so hard I scream."

As one of his hands grasped at a firm tit, then at the other, sliding his fingers up and down so that her taut nipple slid between them, Peter's other hand pulled at the coveralls until they'd left her hips and began falling toward her knees. He could have, and maybe should have, taken the time to unlace her boots and shed them to shed the work clothes, but he simply couldn't wait any longer to be inside Riley.

Peter reached both hands to the mechanic's hips to pull her panties down to her gathering jump suit, then put on hand to her back to urge her down onto the machine. He worried for a moment that the generator's heat might be too much for her to be pressed against it, but the cotton tee she wore should be enough to prevent her from being burned or be otherwise made uncomfortable he was sure. If it wasn't, Peter was sure Riley would let him know. She'd never been one of those people who allowed themselves to be used or abused, so it wasn't like she was going let him send her away from this night with burns to her tits and belly.

Rapidly, Peter unfastened his belt and pant and in a flash, his cock was out over the waist band of his boxer-briefs. Once again grasping Riley's hips, he lifted her backside up against his front until she was on her tippy toes and his cock, having slid downward between her incredible ass cheeks plopped down to between her thighs. In a look ma, no hands fashion, he probed the bulbous head of his cock between her thighs, against her soft pussy, until he found wetness...

And then he pushed.

Riley moaned as Peter toyed with her sensitive nipples. God, he knew how to play her. She felt the coveralls being pushed down, her panties following. Spreading her legs as far apart as she could with the clothing around her ankles, Riley bit her lip as the warm air of the room hit against her sex.

He pushed her down against the generator, the machine warm against her clothed breasts and abdomen. She felt the vibrations of the machine in her core. Fuck she was loving this. Being bent over and taken atop the machinery where she spent so much of her time.

As she heard him unbuckle his belt and the zip of his jeans opening, Riley felt her breath hitch. Yes, it was finally going to happen. Peter’s fingers dug into her hips, lifting her up until she stood on her tip toes. She felt him rubbing against her sex, feeling the head of his cock teasing her entrance. She was wet for him, ready and eager for him to enter her.

And then there he was, pushing into her without any warning.

“Fuck!” She cried out as her pussy was entered for the first time in months. She pushed back against him, desperate for him to fuck her. Riley reached down between her legs and began to tease her clit as she marveled at the fullness of her pussy.

“Don’t be gentle.” She ordered, pushing against Peter. “I need this so bad.”

Peter always found himself torn at times like this. With Riley bent over the barrel shaped generator and his cock pushing hard and deep into her, he had a choice between continuing to hold tight to her hips and just ram, ram, ram her primarily for his pleasure, or lean forward over Riley to enable himself to reach around her thigh to her pussy and tease her clit, primarily for her pleasure.

As had been his luck in recent days, Riley made the choice for him as she reached her own hand to her own playground and began helping in driving her toward her own climax.

“Don’t be gentle,” she ordered. “I need this so bad.”

Peter couldn't help but smile at the demand. He liked rough sex, and he liked women who liked rough sex. He took a firmer grip of Riley, the thumbs of his big hands on the backs of her hip bones as his fingers curled into the softer flesh of her waist just above, and began pummeling her with hard, deep thrusts, followed by slow withdrawals almost to extraction of his fat head. He could just barely feel the tips of her fingers flicking at the underside of his cock as they manipulated her lust button, and after a few slams against her, Peter tried to set a pace that set a pattern for what Riley was doing for herself.

It seemed to be doing it for her by her reaction to the pleasure building within her. Peter himself was in no hurry to cum as this feeling of being inside her warmth and wetness was a pure joy in and of itself. He knew he could shift the way he was entering Riley and quickly drive himself to climax. But Peter resisted. He enjoyed the sight and sound of Riley this way, and he wanted to last long enough to see and hear her scream or grunt or cry or moan or whatever she did when the pleasure peaked and her body exploded with ecstasy.

She would have bruises on her hips, of that Riley had no doubt. But the way that Peter gripped her hips, his thumbs digging in, his fingers gripping tightly, drove Riley wild. She had always loved a man who knew how to fuck. Her petite frame made many men hesitant to let loose on her, they treated her like a doll, something to be bedded gently. Riley hated gentle. Fuck gentle. She wanted to be taken like a bitch in heat, she wanted to be used hard.

And Peter seemed to know just what she wanted. He thrust inside of her hard, pulling out slowly until only his cockhead remained inside her before pummeling her again. He was a battering ram inside her, moving with a force that drove Riley's body into the generator.

Her fingers moved in time with his thrusts, rubbing against her clit with an urgency that came from months without sex. She didn't know how long she would last, but it didn't matter. She knew, after this, that Peter would be a regular fuck buddy. There was no way she was going back to being sex starved after this.

"Fuck!" She moaned, bucking back against him. "That's it, Peter. Fuck!"

For once, Riley was glad of the ear ringing sound of the generators as it muffled her screams of pleasure. Yet another reason Riley had had to force herself to be celibate these last months - no body wanted a screamer in their bunk waking them up at all hours of the day and night.

"I'm close," she panted, increasing the pressure on her clit. "I'm so fucking close."

Peter had been holding back, wanting Riley to cum first. But he, like she, was close. He altered his entry into her tight, wet hole just a bit, enough to cause a bit more pleasure to the so sensitive underside of his cock and demanded, "Cum for me, Riley! Cum for me now, dammit!"

And a moment later, as if blessed by the Gods of Orgasm, Peter let out a deep, guttural grunt as his cock began leaping inside of Riley, and with the greatest of timing, he saw and felt her explode below him as well. He sunk his cock fully inside her canal, pulling her ass hard into his fit abs as spurt after spurt after spurt of his thick jizz filled her up. As the euphoria overwhelmed him, spinning his mind in a disorienting whirl, Peter released his grip on Riley's body and placed his hands upon the generator casing, to support his weight and he fell forward. It was hot to the touch, but not so much as to take Peter's mind away from the ecstasy racing through his now very satisfied body.

They just remained there like that for a minute or two or three, Peter couldn't really be certain. He just lay there atop the woman he'd wanted to fuck for so long, him atop her, her atop to power provider. He kissed at Riley's neck and the top of her back just above her tee's neck, as well as at her cheek and her lips when she looked once back at him.

"I enjoyed that, Riley," he told her when eventually it was time to bring this to an end. He pushed himself up from the generator, caressed Riley's bared ass a moment, then pulled out, laughing at the wet, suctiony plop sound as his mostly still hard cock made as it was extracted. He expanded, "I really enjoyed that."

He backed another step and began putting himself back together, his eyes never leaving Riley. He smiled at the feel of his cock, lathered by Riley's juices, pressing against his flesh and mussing clothes that he would now have to wash. He told her with a sincere, demanding tone, "We'll do this again really soon."

"Cum for me, Riley! Cum for me now, dammit!"

Those words were all it took to open the floodgates. Riley's body shook with the intensity of first true orgasm in months. Her pussy tight around Peter's cock, milking him as he soon joined her. The two coming together in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. Feeling Peter fill her with his cum, pulling her ass tight to his body as if to get every last inch of his spurting cock inside her. The heat of the generator beneath her, the vibrations coursing through her body. It all culminated in an earth shattering orgasm that had Riley screaming out to a god she didn't believe in.

Sweat coated her body, beads of it collecting between her breasts as she fought to catch her breath. Peter's weight rested comfortably against her back, cocooning Riley in warmth. She felt his lips on the back of her neck, the top of her back, her cheek. Finally he kissed her lips as she looked back at him. She kissed him deeply, still unable to speak her thanks at that magnificent fucking.

"I enjoyed that, Riley. I really enjoyed that."

He pulled out of her with a wet, suctioning pop that had Riley giggling like a school girl.

She turned around, leaning her back against the generator until her knees, still weak from her intense orgasm, stopped wobbling.

"I'm glad," she said with a teasing grin, her eyes drifting down to Peter's still hard cock, glistening with their combined cum. She wanted nothing more than to take him in her mouth and suck him clean. But, there was still work to do and Riley would just have to save that particular treat for later.

The two began to dress, Riley pulling her panties and coveralls back up. She zipped the coveralls up to her waist, tying the arms of the suit around her waist.

"We'll do this again really soon."

A thrill ran through her at the way Peter spoke, so commanding. Riley could just picture him using that voice to tell her what he wanted to do to her in bed. It was enough to make her wet again.

"Oh I don't doubt that." She grinned wickedly, closing the space between them, pressing her body tight to his. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him in for one more heated kiss. Her left hand slipped downwards until she cupped his cock.

"Hopefully sooner rather than later." She gave his cock a teasing squeeze.

"Oh I don't doubt that," Riley said about Peter's comment about them doing this again in the future. After moving to him and groping his still hard cock, she told him, "Hopefully sooner rather than later."

Peter wished they could just strip again and go at it right here, right now. But they both had things they needed to do that, timewise, were bigger priorities. He pulled her body to him and grasped her ass tightly in powerful hands as they finished one last passionate kiss, then reluctantly he turned away and left her to her noisy, smelly machines.


Despite several opportunities to chat with one another, either in the saloon or out and about elsewhere, three days had passed without Peter having the opportunity to put his cock inside the beautiful mechanic again. Then, as he was setting up the saloon for its lunch time opening, he caught the sound of Riley talking to Alice in the hallway just beyond his primary place of work. Walking to the door, he listened in to them talking about the wear and tear being suffered by the equipment on Level 6. When they finished, Alice departed but Riley remained in place just long enough for the taller, stronger Peter to sneak up behind her, grasped her tightly, and cover her mouth.

"If you scream or struggle," he growled menacingly in whisper as she struggled without result, "And you won't get to suck on my big cock."

Peter lifted Riley right off her feet and backed them out of the foyer into the saloon. Still carrying her, he went through the door of the supply closet which had been open for his work, then pressed Riley hard enough against the wall to prevent her from moving but no so much as to hurt her. He took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, kissing and biting at her neck hard enough to get a reaction but not enough to leave hickeys or other non-blemishing teeth impressions. And all the while his hardened cock was pressing firmly against Riley in the crevice between those delicious ass cheeks he'd been waiting to pound against once more.

After his second hand had groped each of her tits a bit, he spun her around to face him, once again pressing hard into her as he forced a hard, erotic kiss to her mouth. After a moment, he pulled his mouth away just enough to growl, "Get on your knees."

“I’ve got a work order in for Level 4, but that should be a quick job. I’ll head to Level 6 soon as I’m done.” Riley said, nodding to Alice as she detailed what needed to be done on Level 6.

The To Do List was ever growing in Underneath. The machinery was old and had been well used before the current residents arrived. And it seemed that no one had taken the time to show the machines any love and care based on the amount of work that Riley was constantly doing. Such was the life of a mechanic.

As the two women said their good-byes, Riley was set to head into the Saloon to see if Peter could break free for a quick fuck. It had been too long since their first encounter and she was desperate for a fix. Ever since she had first started having sex, Riley had never gone more than a day or two without a warm body pressed against hers. Moving Underneath and undergoing six months of celibacy was more than she could handle. Now that she had a regular fuck buddy again, there was no way Riley was ever going back to a drought like that.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist, cutting in tight and knocking some of the air from her lungs as a warm hand pressed against her mouth. Riley’s eyes widened as she felt a hard body press against her. Mind flashing back to memories best left buried, Riley fought against the man who held her, but it was useless.

"If you scream or struggle, you won't get to suck on my big cock."

Riley stilled as the rough growl sounded in her ear. She knew that voice and, yes, she knew that hard cock that was pressing into her back. Despite herself, Riley grinned as she felt Peter lifting her off her feet and carrying her through Saloon and into a supply closet. The smell of stale beer and dust was heavy in the air as Peter pushed her up against the wall, her breasts flattening against the cool concrete. Peter pulled her hair, forcing her head back, her neck and throat vulnerable to the bites and kisses he rained on her skin. She could feel his cock stiffening against her backside and she ground back against him, feeling him sliding between her ass cheeks. The layers of clothing between them doing little to dampen the thrill of this game.

He pulled harder on her hair, eliciting a moan of pleasure and pain from Riley. Her back arched and Peter slipped his hand between the wall and her body, roughly groping at her breasts over her coveralls. It wasn’t enough and, when he pulled his hand away, Riley wanted to beg for more.

But before the words could leave her mouth, Peter spun her around, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that made Riley’s panties wet. Their tongues, their lips, locked in a heated battle. She whimpered as he pulled away, the sound only to be replaced by a grin as he commanded her to get on her knees.

Riley quickly obeyed, her sex getting wetter by the second as Peter took control of her. His hands threaded in her hair, pulling her face close to his clothed crotch. Riley didn’t need any more of a command as she made quick work of his belt and zipper. His pants and boxers were soon down around his ankles, his cock springing up in front of Riley’s face. He was already hard, precum dripping from the cockhead. Riley licked her lips, she had been dreaming of sucking his cock for too long, finally it was time. She looked up at Peter, her eyes locking with his, both staring hungrily at the other. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, giving a quick suck, her tongue swirling around the bulbous head, before she slid him deeper into her mouth. Cheeks bulging, Riley slid him further and further into her mouth until her nose was pressed against his pelvis, his cock buried in her throat. Thank god, she had no gag reflex. She stayed there for a moment, not moving, Peter’s cock buried to the hilt in her throat.

Peter’s fingers tightened in Riley’s hair as she remained still. Finally, he understood what she wanted and he gripped her head between his hands and began to pull his cock free from her mouth until only the tip remained between her lips. With a grunt, he forced his cock back down her throat, picking up the pace as he found his rhythm. In and out. Faster. Harder. His heavy balls smacking against Riley’s chin as she took his abuse.

The silence of the supply closet was broken by Peter’s grunts and rough, wet sound of Riley’s mouth being fucked hard. Her fingers dug into his hips, hard enough that she had probably marked his skin with her nails. Her head moved quickly, pulled back and forth by Peter’s rough hands. Spit and precum dripped from her chin as Peter pulled fully from her mouth, letting Riley catch her breath before once more thrusting deep into her throat. She could feel his cock twitching in her mouth as Peter pulled back. Then, with one last thrust, he buried his cock in her throat and released a hot, steady stream of cum. His hands released her head as he braced himself against the wall, flooding her throat.

Riley’s throat worked quickly, trying to swallow as much as she could. She pulled back so that his cock rested in her mouth and she sucked roughly, milking every last drop. Cum leaked between her lips, dripping onto her chin and her coveralls. Peter’s limp cock fell from her mouth and Riley ran her tongue over her lips, running a finger over her chin and cleaning up the hot cum before sucking her finger clean.

She sat back against the wall, looking up at Peter, his limp cock swinging lewdly in front of her. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing against the tip.

“That was fucking amazing.” She whispered. “You’ve got me so turned on that I think I’ll cum if you so much as look at my pussy. Think you’re up for another round?”

When he felt his head and shaft being easily swallowed up by Riley's mouth, an amazed Peter said down to her, "Fu-u-u-uck, are you kidding me?"

In all of his life with so many lovers, whether long term or hit-and-quit, not once had Peter been with a women who'd been able to deep throat his entire length. Oh, it wasn't because he was huge. He was just a bit over 7 inches, which he believed was about average, not that he was going around measuring other men's cocks. He simply hadn't had any lovers who lacked the gag reflex as did Riley and like to have cock shoved down their skillful throat. It didn't take written instructions for Peter to know what to do next. He leaned forward to press the top of his head to the bulkhead for balance, grasped his lover's head in both hands, and proceeded to face fuck her with the greatest of joy. Riley's mouth was heaven, plain and simple, and while he maybe should have showed a little more care and concern about whether or not he was causing her any discomfort or whether or not she was even enjoying this, he didn't. He just fucked her face!

With a loud grunt of deep satisfaction, Peter's cock began leaping and spewing out big wads of jizz directly into Riley's throat, then onto her tongue as she pulled much of his length out. His entire body was vibrating, reminding him of this massage table he'd seen in North Platte as a kid.

“That was fucking amazing,” Riley whispered when she'd finally licked his cock and her face free of the little droplets of thick, white goo.

With his head still against the wall, Peter reached a hand down, extending a finger to toy with her lips and explore her mouth just between her lips. "I can't believe you did that. I can't believe you can do that. You're the first woman who's ever done that."

Peter could have said Riley was the first person to deep throat him, and it would have been true. Even his male lovers who'd sucked his cock had never been able to take in more than four or five inches of his length without gagging.

“You’ve got me so turned on that I think I’ll cum if you so much as look at my pussy. Think you’re up for another round?”

"Honestly?" he whispered back as he finally pushed away from the wall and against the storage shelving behind him. He studied her for a long moment, finally smiling. "I have a better idea. Take your pants off."

As she undressed, Peter redressed himself, then began searching the store room for something he was sure was still around. He returned and sat atop a crate facing her. He gestured her to sit upon a cloth bag of clean bar towels, then held something out before him. It was the base of a cordless, hand mixer, about the size of a flashlight with a rounded, smooth base. The spinning beaters were not inserted.

"I was going to throw this out because although it still runs, the beaters clash and clang and fall out," he said as he pressed the button and it turned on. The base unit in his hand began to purr. The motor was obviously off balanced, the reason for its imminent discard. But in his hand, the reason Peter has looked for it was obvious: it was, essentially, a vibrator. Peter turned it in his hand for Riley's convenience, smiled, and told her, "I wanna watch."

As she stripped out of her coveralls and panties, leaving her in just a sweat-drenched white tank top that was completely see through, Riley wondered what Peter had up his sleeve. He dug around in the storeroom, clearly searching for something. Her body hummed with need and all she wanted was for him to fuck her senseless. But, he clearly had a plan and Riley was curious.

She settled onto the bag of cloths that he gestured towards, her legs spread open, her wet sex on display. The desire to touch herself was overwhelming as she waited, but she resisted the urge.

A laugh bubbled up as Peter held out the old electric mixer. A laugh that was quickly silenced as she watched the steady vibration of the relic.

“I wanna watch.”

Those words alone were enough to make Riley’s pussy clench. Fuck.

She took the mixer from Peter, her hand trembling with the steady vibration. Eyes locked with Peter, Riley spread her legs further. Her left hand moved between her legs, spreading her glistening lips. She eased a finger between her wet folds, moving it in and out steadily, burying the digit inside her. Pulling her finger from her sex, Riley rubbed it over her clit, getting the sensitive nub nice and wet. Spreading herself open so that Peter could enjoy the show, Riley lowered the mixer to her clit.

“Oh fuck!” She bit her lip to muffle the cry that burst from her lips. The vibration coursed through her, sending her body trembling. Her sensitive clit throbbed, her pussy growing wetter and wetter by the second. She didn’t know how long she could hold out, the need to cum was overwhelming. She maneuvered the mixer around her clit, teasing it from all sides. Gasping as it hit an extra sensitive spot, Riley felt her legs tremble. Riley pushed her tank top up over her breasts and began to pinch and pull on her left nipple.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” She moaned as her body started to jerk. Her pussy clenching, her breasts rising and falling with each frantic breath. Her back arched as she roughly pulled at her nipple. “Fuck. I’m so close.”

Riley pressed the make-shift vibrator tight to her clit, the pulse running through her body.

“I need you in me. Now.” She panted. “I want to cum on your cock.”

Riley didn't have to ask twice. Peter was most definitely enjoying the show, but he was dying for some more of his own pleasure. He quickly undid this clothing again, reached out to seize the woman's calves just below her knees, and pulled both her and the bag of cloths beneath her his way. Her upper body fell backward over the bag until her head gently found the tiled floor. Riley was arched over the big, soft bag, as Peter pulled her thighs up around his torso, her but against his upper thighs.

Grasping his already hardened cock and putting it at her sopping wet hole, Peter rammed his cock deep inside Riley with one powerful thrust. Her reaction was a bit too much for such a public place, but Peter knew the doors were locked and, to be honest, he didn't really fucking care. Directing her to continue pleasuring her clit with the food blender, Peter pressed as deeply into Riley as he'd ever been, not that 7 inches was going to poke a hole in her womb, and just held there, enjoying the feel of the makeshift vibrator indirectly through the woman's own flesh.

"Cum on me, Riley," he directed her. "Cum on me, and then I'll cum in you, and then we can return to the mundane lives we live when we aren't fucking, so that soon we can be together again and fuck once more."

He would stay deep inside of Riley until her sounds and actions revealed to him her explosion of ecstasy, after which he would pummel her pussy until he, too, found the joy that made Underneath bearable.

Peter was inside her before Riley could think. His cock pounding into her with enough force to drive Riley to the floor.

"Holy fuck!" Riley screamed out as he buried himself inside hungry sex.

With her body arched over the bag she lay on and her ass resting on Peter's thighs, she was in the perfect position for him to fuck her senseless. Which he happily did.

"Cum on me, Riley. Cum on me, and then I'll cum in you..."

Eyes rolling back, Riley struggled to keep the mixer pressed against her clit, bringing that extra bit of pleasure as she climaxed loudly. The supply room filling with her screams of ecstasy. Her pussy was like a vice around Peter's cock.

Digging her fingers into Peter's shoulders, Riley pulled herself deeper onto his cock.

"Cum in me." She panted. "Cum in me right now."

Even as Riley was ordering him to finish, Peter's cock began leaping repeatedly inside her. It wasn't quite the mind spinning, body shaking, cum-producing event that had filled her deep throating mouth just ten minutes earlier, but the euphoria, joy, and happiness it caused him was just as welcomed. And as good as it felt to him and as good as Riley's reaction said it was for her, too, Peter simply wasn't ready for this to end.

He swept one of her legs up and before him, pulled out from her wonderful warm hole, and walked his knees over her second leg to end up on his knees between her knees. He ripped his shirt up off his body, then grasping Riley pulled her up into his lap and pulled her sgirt off as well. And positioning himself appropriately, he rammed himself back inside her again while pushing her vibrator-filled hand down onto her clit. He could feel the still buzzing machine directly upon his own balls as well as he told her, "We've got an hour before I have to open the doors. And no, I don't give a fuck if you're supposed to be back at work."

It didn't take long for Riley to reach a second then a third orgasm. Each one rolling into the next as Peter thrust into her over and over. He was relentless in his fucking, each thrust filled with a frantic energy. With the makeshift vibrator trapped between their bodies, pressing hard against her throbbing clit, Riley was floating in a sea of constant, sex-ravaged bliss.

She thanked whatever god was out there for the fact that the Saloon was empty. Her screams of pleasure echoed around them, mixing with the wet smack of Peter's cock thrusting into her drenched pussy. If the concrete walls weren't so thick, Riley was certain she would have been heard throughout the bunker.

Sweat coated her skin. Her heart beat rapidly beneath her breast. She felt she was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure.

"Wait," she gasped as she came for what could have been the fourth or fifth time. She'd honestly lost count. "Wait...I..."

Her clit ached, overly sensitive from the attention of the mixer. She struggled to pull it from between their slick bodies.

"That's better." Riley sighed as she set the mixer on the floor. "Now...where were we?" A devilish grin on her face, she pushed Peter to the floor. Straddling his waist, Riley repositioned herself, guiding his cock into her abused pussy. She lowered herself on his shaft before pulling back up, leaving only the tip inside her. She moved faster, riding his cock, her hands braced behind her on his thighs as she rolled her hips.

Peter was somewhat relieved when Riley slid off of him and urged him onto his back on the floor. Sitting as he had been and thrusting up into her that way for, Jesus, it had to have been ten minutes or fifteen or twenty minutes, had been beginning to take a toll of him. He was a very fit, very strong man with incredible endurance, but even he had him limits in such a position with limited range of motion.

Riley had told him to wait, and now Peter did the same to her. He rolled her to her back, repositioned the bag of clothes to be under his ass, then rolled back once more. His buttocks, and thus his groin, were now elevated, and when the sexy mechanic began riding him hard and fast again, Peters peter sunk even deeper than it would have had he been flat on the deck.

He couldn't know whether this altered position did any more for Riley, but it certainly did for him. He hadn't cum again since that second time with Riley on her back, and honestly Peter hadn't expected to cum a third time at all. And yet after this most recent ride had been going on for just a few minutes, the angle of his cock within Riley and the incredible energy and skill she was putting in to ensure there was more ecstasy to be had saw him grunting out once more in climax.

Peter rode out the third orgasm and waited for Riley to finally signal the end of her erotic quest. He pulled her down onto his torso and into his arms, and they lay there motionless, feeling their hearts pounding against the other's chest.

Their fuck and suck session was brought to an end, though, when someone shook the front doors of the Saloon, then called with a deep, feigned tone of authority through the glass, "Peter Higgins! Put down the cock and step away from the girl. No one needs to be harmed! Think about the children, Peter! My God! Think about the children! [/i]"

Peter couldn't help but burst out in laughter as he quickly set about untangling the two of them. He explained as they searched for their respective articles of clothing, "It's Bryan. He was on Monitoring Watch. He probably saw me pretending to snatch you, and he knows we're in here fucking. He was supposed to come down here before opening to get food for the Topside Watch."

As they hurriedly donned their clothes, Peter studied Riley and couldn't help but laugh. "Are you familiar with the equestrian phrase Ridden hard and put away wet?"

Riley was a fucking mess. She'd obviously been sweating profusely, she'd already been filthy from work before Peter brought her here, and now there was normal every day dust and what might have been rye flour all over her backside, on the knees of her coveralls, and in her hair. Peter probably didn't look much better, but then he wasn't surveying himself was he?

"I don't know if you want to wait a confront of minutes for..." he began. But then realizing that there was no way to keep this from Bryan, nor real need as Peter didn't mind his friend knowing with whom he'd just had such great sez, he just said, "Fuck it, I gotta get him his box off food."

Before he left the storage room, though, Peter pulled Riley to him for a passionate kiss and a firm embrace. He looked into her eyes before turning away and told her with a sincere tone, "I've never enjoyed anyone the way I enjoy you."

Time had lost all meaning when Riley collapsed against Peter, thoroughly spent from their marathon fuck session. Her body was weak, muscles rubbery.

"Peter Higgins!*Put down the cock and step away from the girl. No one needs to be harmed! Think about the children, Peter! My God! Think about the children!" The harsh pounding of a fist on glass accompanied the good-natured command.

Riley gave an exhausted laugh, as she and Peter struggled to untangle their naked limbs.

"It's Bryan. He was on Monitoring Watch. He probably saw me pretending to snatch you, and he knows we're in here fucking. He was supposed to come down here before opening to get food for the Topside Watch."


“He’s probably just mad that he didn’t think to put a security camera in here.” Riley chuckled as she set about finding her clothes, which had been thrown about in her frenzy to get Peter inside her.

"Are you familiar with the equestrian phrase*Ridden hard and put away wet?"

“We definitely match that description.” Riley teased as she tousled her hair, sending a cloud of flour and dust into the air, before pulling her hair back up into a messy bun. Her coveralls would need to go to the laundry tonight, thank god she had some extra sets back at her bunk.

“If I look as rough as you, our secret is definitely going to be out.” She looked Peter up and down, taking in his rumpled clothes, the dust in his hair and coating his arms. She reached up and swiped a finger down the bridge of his nose, cleaning off a bit of flour that had gotten there.

"I don't know if you want to wait a couple of minutes for...Fuck it, I gotta get him his box off food."

“I’ve got nothing to hide and nothing to be ashamed of.” Riley sashayed past Peter, ready to open the door when he pulled her in for a quick, passionate kiss.

"I've never enjoyed anyone the way I enjoy you."

“Right back at ya, stud.” Riley wanted to tease him, but the sincerity in his eyes, the way he held her…it gave her pause.

Oh god, don’t let him be catcing feelings.

She quickly stepped out of his hold and opened the door to a grinning Bryan.

“He’s all yours, Captain.” She gave the big man a mock salute and wandered back to her bunk to shower and change.



(OOC - This has been the first installment of Riley and Peter's fuck fest. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming in the Underneath - IC thread. Please tune in again for more naked adventures...cumming soon )